Flaming Star Page #3
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people for his mothers people. . .
. . .itll make the strongest magic
l can have.
lf l say no?
Not being my friend,
you will be my enemy.
And this house and all in it will die!
For l will not have
a half-Kiowa against me!
-Come in here a minute, Pacer.
-l must talk to my mother.
-Well go back with him.
-Back where?
To their camp.
lll talk this over with Lame Crow.
-y ou mean, about me?
-The whole thing, war and everything.
Lame Crows my uncle,
maybe he can stop it.
They wouldnt care
about what you said.
lll try it anyway.
l cant see all these people being
killed without trying to stop it.
-Write Pa where were going.
-Ma, wait and talk to Pa first.
No, hed lock me up or something.
Tell him well be back by midnight.
l cant let you do it, Ma.
lts too dangerous.
But they wouldnt hurt us, Pacer.
Theyre our own people.
They aint my people. Truthfully,
l dont know whos my people.
Maybe l aint got any.
l couldnt ride with those guys,
burning and killing.
l know, Pacer.
-Thats what hes asking me to do, Ma!
-y ou can say no.
l can say no here. What if he asks
me there, in the middle of them?
But he wouldnt do that.
y oud be his guest.
y ou havent seen his eyes
when he talks about this war.
Hell ask me, all right, guest or not.
And if l dont say yes. . . .
Then l dont think you ought
to go either. lll go alone.
This is so important, my mother thinks
we should talk to her family.
-y oull come to the safety of our camp?
-y es.
y our mother is wise.
We will ride with you.
-What do you think about this war?
-Buffalo Horn say it got to be.
He say if we wait any longer
it will be too late.
lt must be harder for you,
half white, half lndian.
lt is not easy.
-White men treat you well?
lf anything starts,
take my horse and ride out.
Welcome, Neddee-pahs.
-l come to you with love, and gifts.
-Show me.
Take her to Lame Crow.
She wants to talk to him.
Come.
Sit.
Pacer is brother.
We make him welcome. Speak, anyone.
Kiowa Pacer, is true Earth round
like ball? White man live all sides?
That is true.
Tell me, why man
on bottom not fall off?
lve never been there. Maybe they do.
Dear Pa and Clint,
Ma took a notion to see her sister.
l told her not, but you know Ma.
l think we will be back by midnight.
l tried to make her not go,
but you know Ma.
Respectfully yours, Pacer.
Now, why do you reckon
she wanted to do that?
-Well go after them.
-Wait a minute.
Ten oclock. Wed better wait
the two hours. . .
. . .rather than miss them in the dark.
Then well go after them
with the scatterguns.
lf they do anything to Ma and Pacer,
scatterguns can make an awful mess.
Many moon back, l see white man book.
ln it was great mountain lion
with stripe painted on fur.
Speak me this, Kiowa Pacer. Why white
man paint stripe on mountain lion?
That was a great animal
called a tiger.
They didnt paint the stripes on it.
Could be then,
this great tiger paint on own stripes.
Which make tiger brother
to my Kiowa warriors.
We didnt speak about the thing
l came to talk about.
y es. My spirit reached out
and touched you. . .
. . .and l knew it was not good
to speak of it now.
lt will be hard for you to come back
to us. y ou are not yet ready.
lf l asked you now to say yes or no,
you might say no.
Or you might lie to me and say yes.
But l would know that you lie,
and ld have to kill you.
We are close in spirit now.
l want you to come back
to your people.
-y ou think about it?
-l will.
Think of this too. Whose land is this?
Who has lived here
since the beginning of time?
Do we go out to take their land?
No, they come against us!
Forever cutting deeper into our land.
Forever taking! Forever pushing!
We will speak of it again soon.
l hope your blood
will be one with ours.
Two Moons.
Take me to Lame Crow.
l will ride part of the way
back with you.
Ready, Ma?
l go in goodwill.
lts all right, Ma.
They wouldnt even listen to me.
None of them.
They said l wasnt Kiowa anymore,
nor white either.
My own sister said l was nothing!
y ou done the best you could, Ma.
Kill them!
Will!
lts Will Howard!
Ma?
Ma?
-Pacer, lm dying.
-No, Ma.
l can feel, close to me,
the flaming star of death.
Stop talking like that, Ma.
l dont think its too bad.
ltll be all right.
-Who is it?
-lts me and Clint, Pacer!
Ma is hurt!
-lt was Will Howard that done it.
-Will Howard?
-Two Moons tried to stop him.
-Honey?
Neddy, honey!
Lets put her in the back.
-Clint.
-Were all here. y oull be all right.
Were going home, honey.
Thats all we can do for her now.
-Tell me what happened.
-Will jumped up and started shooting.
He must have been wandering
since the raid.
-y ou think he knew what he was doing?
-He thought he saw three lndians.
He must have been crazy with pain. . .
. . .after what happened to his family.
-y ou making excuses for him?
-Had you not killed him, we would have.
-We need a doctor.
-lll get Doc Phillips.
What if he dont want to come?
He wont have a choice.
Those folks are mad.
ld better go too.
Try not to have any trouble,
but get him.
Well get him.
Dred, theyre coming!
Theyre here, Ben!
-Dont worry about shooting our cattle.
-Dont come no closer!
We dont want
to see you boys here again.
We need Doc Phillips.
y ou dont need him any more
than we do. y ou know what l mean!
We need him right away!
-Whats wrong?
-Mas hurt.
Go inside.
-What happened?
-Will Howard shot her.
-What? Will Howards dead.
-Hes dead now, but he shot Ma first.
-Now, if hes just dead, who killed him?
-Me.
Hold it! Everybody hold it!
Just keep them covered!
lf shooting starts, lll kill you.
Will Howards been dead for nearly
a week and everybody knows it.
Will wasnt far from dead,
but he was alive enough to shoot Ma.
Pa, we gotta help her!
Hes just lying, honey.
The both of them!
Hey, doc! Doc Phillips!
All right, come out, doc!
Aint nobody gonna do anything to you.
Ma needs you, doc.
-y ou know l want to help her, but--
-lts a free country, doc.
lf you cant decide,
maybe we can help you.
-Lets vote, everybody! l vote no!
-And l go along with Dred!
-l say dont go!
-l say no!
-l vote doc dont go!
-l speak the same!
l say no too. But l can give you some
advice:
Get a medicine man for her.-Cover me, lll get him.
-Two dead men are worth nothing.
y ou see how it is, Clint.
-Clint!
-Come on.
-What are you doing?
-l got an idea. Dont look back!
y ou saw that kid playing back
at docs house?
l can do it.
As soon as you make it,
lll come in fast.
Well have a tea party. How many
lumps of sugar would you like?
-Dorothy, dont get dirty.
-l wont, its clean dirt.
Would you like some cream?
Okay, l want some cream.
Heres some cream for you, baby.
My babys been sick.
Shes got a temperature.
l dont know
what lm gonna do with her.
-lll probably--
-lts just me. Well play a game, okay?
Sure, Pacer. But you scared me.
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