Little Big Man Page #4

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Olga! Olga!

Hit him! Hit him!

Sorry, brother.

I think we're going to get away!

Let me at the savages!

I got a gun!

Let me at 'em!

Let me at 'em!

Let me at 'em!

I got a gun here!

We must be civilized!

Hey! Hey!

"And it came to pass,

after the plague,

"that the Lord stayed,

and then He said... "

Grab the reins!

Grab the reins!

Shoot him!

Give me... give me

that shotgun!

No, it's mine!

Get back in! Get back!

I'll protect you!

Olga!

Olga!

Ow!

Olga...

I covered most of three states

and hundreds of square miles

looking for Olga,

with no luck at all.

Hey, Crabb!

Whiskey...

Crabb!

Whiskey...

Whiskey...

For a drink of whiskey,

they'll give you

one of their squaws.

Whiskey...

Sure save you

a lot of looking.

Whiskey...

I looked everywhere for my wife

but couldn't find her.

Finally, I had to go

deeper into Cheyenne country.

I didn't figure

for me it was dangerous...

speaking Cheyenne and having

once been a Human Being myself.

Let's kill him.

I didn't steal

your father's ponies, brother.

Why do you keep calling me

brother?

I want you to stop doing that.

I am not your brother.

I am a Human Being.

I suppose you will say

you have never heard

of Little Big Man.

Little Big Man was my brother,

but you're not him.

He fought beside me

in battle and was killed

after rubbing out

many bluecoats.

Did you see the body?

No, he turned into a swallow

and flew away.

Let's kill him and go home.

Shadow!

You were shot there.

I picked you up

and put you on a pony.

I saved you.

Dirt on the Nose.

Do you still have the black pony

I gave you

up at the Powder River?

No, the Pawnee stole him,

when we camp at the Old

Women Butte, five snows ago.

It is true there is a thing here

I do not understand.

There is a pain between my ears.

My son.

To see you again causes my heart

to soar like a hawk.

Sit here

beside me.

Grandfather, I brought you

this present.

Is this the hat I used to own,

except grown softer of skin

and fatter?

No, Grandfather, it's another.

We must smoke to your return.

I saw you in a dream.

You were drinking from a spring

that came from the long nose

of an animal.

I did not recognize the animal.

Alongside his nose,

he grew two horns,

and the water that gushed

from his nose was full of air.

I can't explain it,

but he was talking about

that elephant-head spigot

in the soda shop.

And this wasn't the only time

Old Lodge Skins had dreams

that turned out true.

Don't be angry,

my son,

with Burns Red, Shadow,

and the others.

They had many a bad experience

with the white man last year.

I have thought and talked

and smoked on this matter

and my decision is...

Little Big Man has returned.

It was quite a homecoming.

Little Big Man.

It was Little Horse,

the boy who didn't want

to fight the Pawnee.

Don't you remember me?

This hurts me in my heart.

I think I'll cry.

He'd become a Heemanah,

for which there ain't

no English word.

And he was a good one, too.

The Human Beings

thought a lot of him.

Hello, Younger Bear.

Good-bye.

It was the boy

whose life I had saved,

to his mortal embarrassment.

Did you catch rabbits

on your hunting trip?

No.

Then don't give the rabbits

you didn't catch

to Buffalo Wallow Woman.

You see,

Younger Bear had become

a Contrary, the most dangerous

of all Cheyenne warriors

because the way they live

drives them half crazy.

Except for battle,

a Contrary

does everything backwards.

He says good-bye

when he means hello,

yes when he means no,

walks through bushes

instead of on trails,

and washes with dirt,

and dries with water

and so forth.

I thought you were dead.

Why have you come back

when nobody

wants to see you?

You mustn't speak

to Little Big Man like that.

You owe him a life.

I'm glad I said it. Hello.

That was supposed to mean

he was sorry he said it,

good-bye.

But that warrior wasn't sorry.

He hated me still.

Grandfather,

I have a white wife.

You do?

That's interesting.

Does she cook

and does she work hard?

Oh, yes, Grandfather.

That surprises me.

Does she show pleasant

enthusiasm when you mount her?

Well, sure, Grandfather.

That surprises me even more.

I tried one of them once

but she didn't show

any enthusiasm at all.

Well, Grandfather,

all the whites aren't crazy.

I'm glad to hear that, my son.

I thought they were.

Oh, no.

I know of one who is

as brave as any Human Being.

I'd like to meet this man

and smoke with him.

What is he called?

He's called General Custer.

General Custer.

What does the name mean, my son?

Well, it, it means...

long hair.

Good name.

How did he win it?

He won it in the war

of the whites

to free the black men.

Oh, yes.

The black white man.

I know of them.

It is said a black white man

once became a Human Being.

But mostly they are

strange creatures.

Not as ugly as the white, true,

but they're just as crazy.

Don't worry, my son.

You'll return

to the Human Beings.

I dreamed it last night.

I saw you and your wives

as you crawled

from one to the other

in your tepee.

Wives, Grandfather?

Oh, yes.

Three or four.

It was dark

and they were hidden

under buffalo robes.

But it was

a great copulation, my son.

Grandfather,

the Human Beings

only take one wife.

How could I have three or four?

I don't know.

It worries me.

I was sure

I'd never see him again.

Sir, I expect being a scout

is the best way for me

to find my wife, General.

She was captured by the Cheyenne

due to our going west,

just like you advised.

I advised? That's impossible.

I've never set eyes

on you before.

Oh, I wouldn't figure

you'd remember me, sir.

Furthermore, you don't

look like a scout to me.

Not a bit.

A scout has

a certain appearance.

Kit Carson, for example.

But you don't have it.

You look like...

a mule skinner.

Well, I don't know

anything about

mules, sir.

It's a remarkable thing,

but I can tell

the occupation of a man

merely by looking at him.

Notice the bandy legs.

Hmm?

Strong arms.

This man has spent years

with mules.

Isn't that correct?

Well, I...

Yes, sir.

Hire the mule skinner!

Yes, sir.

Over here.

Come on.

Did you just hear what he said?

Supposed to hire you.

I wouldn't want

no wife of mine back

after she'd been

with the Injuns.

Kindest thing,

a bullet in the brain.

Well, I don't agree.

And I want my wife back.

Well...

one of the Pawnee located

a band of the vermin

camped down the river.

We ride in the morning!

Is-Is there, is there

any white women with them?

Now my advice to you

is to get yourself

a little revenge

on them bucks.

All right.

Spare the females and children,

if possible.

Let's go.

No!

Hey!

No!

Hey!

He said spare the women

and children!

Give me that!

Let go of my rifle!

The hell I will.

You've killed

the women and babies!

You bastard!

You son of a b*tch!

Let go of my horse!

Call 'em back, sir!

You'll hang for this!

It was downright discouraging.

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