One Little Indian Page #2

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it right for a change.

Rosie, you rotten

animal. Rosebud!

All right, that does it.

Mark, go get me a stick.

Shut up.

I'm gonna teach

this big bag of trouble...

It can be more painful sitting

down than standing up and walking.

Up, Rosie. Up.

Come on.

- What are you laughing at?

- You look like big Cheyenne chief.

Well, you're gonna look like a

wet papoose 'cause you're next.

All right, now, come here.

Come on.

You don't catch me. Can't catch me.

Come on. It ain't gonna hurt you.

Come here!

All right, all right.

You win. Forget it.

You wanna stay that way,

you stay that way.

Whoo! Whew!

Bring me my boots,

my britches, there.

No!

Whew! You haven't had those buckskins

off since they sewed 'em on you.

Stop!

You ain't any more Cheyenne

than I am.

Well, that white skin ain't gonna

get you out of taking a bath.

I'm tired of walking

downwind of you.

No! No! Stop!

- All right, give me those britches.

- No. No.

You give me those britches or

I'm coming in there to get 'em.

Give 'em here.

Now, here, use that. It's soap.

Go on and use it. Nobody

ever died from it.

Go on. Rub. It won't hurt.

You see? Doesn't hurt

a bit, does it?

You don't know your name or

who your folks were, huh?

Where did you learn

to speak English?

We had other white eyes.

Other captives?

You long knife now?

I was a soldier.

Now you'd call me

a... deserter.

They were gonna hang me until

I busted out of the guardhouse.

I couldn't figure out a way to

get a horse out of that fort.

Had what was left

of the camel corp outside,

so I grabbed that

moth-eaten bag of misery,

not knowing she was the mother of

your friend thirsty over there.

You take me to blue feather?

Who's that? My mother.

Oh, I see.

You take me?

Well, I can't do that, son.

You see I'm headed

for Mexico, in a hurry.

I go then.

Wait a minute.

You're not going anywhere.

Not with that patrol

on my tail, you're not.

Look, mark, by now they know

you're traveling with me.

You know where I am

and where I'm headed.

If they grab you,

they'll sweat it out of you.

I don't talk.

Well, I don't take chances.

I'll turn you loose when I think

it's safe and not before.

In the meantime, mark,

we gotta trust each other.

You understand?

Boy with keyes. Water two camels.

Last night.

No fresh sign?

See if you can pick up

their trail.

Hold it.

Now turn around and face

the water, all of you.

Drop your weapons behind you.

This ain't gonna make it

any easier for you, keyes.

Nobody ever made it easy

for me, Raines.

All right, now,

after those horses.

Both of you first. And, Raines,

you stay right in front of me.

Move.

Schrader, get rid

of the horses!

All right, move, move, move!

That's far enough.

All right, schrader,

where's your gun?

Well, sergeant,

you better get moving.

With no horse, it's

gonna be a long, dry walk.

Yeah, I know. Now, get moving.

We do good, huh, Clint?

Oh, sure. Sure.

No horses, no grub.

We really cleaned up.

They'll be back.

You can count on it.

Come on.

See if we can fool 'em.

We'll hide out in these

mountains for a couple of days.

Right now, though, we

better find us some grub.

That's cattle. I

hear long time ago.

Thanks for telling me.

- Ow!

- What's the matter, Clint?

You talk to camels.

Tell her to get off my foot.

Move, Rosie.

You...

that's beef

for fort dorado, likely.

Bacon. I smell.

You'd like

a little of that, huh?

Clint, we got nothing to eat.

Cheyenne quiet. I steal.

You've got to get over the idea that anytime

you want anything, you can just go steal it.

We'll wait till

they quiet down.

Then I'll steal the bacon.

Something wrong, boss? They're

kinda spooky tonight.

I'm gonna get me some water.

I'm kinda thirsty myself.

Drink. Much obliged.

Yeah, they look

kinda antsy, at that.

Well, it's funny.

No wind, no sand.

Nothing to make 'em spook.

We better keep an eye on 'em.

Rosie! What are you doing here?

Come on, Rosie.

Coosh. Coosh down.

Rosie, get down.

Get up. Get up. They're spookin'.

Get your horses quick.

Get up over there. Let's go.

Get down.

Pull 'em in, tom. Pull 'em in.

- Come on. Get 'em in.

- Oh, you dumb... Rosie. Easy.

What was that? I don't know.

Let's go, Rosie.

Let's go. Ho! Ho!

Let's go, Rosie. Go. No, Rosie.

Rosie, Rosie.

Rosie. Aw, Rosie, stop.

Rosie!

Whoa. Whoa!

Rosie, now you've gone far enough.

No, Rosie. No.

Whoa! Whoa!

Ow! Ow!

How many more?

I know about those.

How many more?

Not many, Clint.

What are you doing, Rosie? Get out of here.

Go on. Git. Git, Rosie.

Ow!

She's sorry, Clint.

Yeah, she's sorry.

Before getting mixed up with her, I

should've stayed in the guardhouse...

And let 'em hang me,

peaceful-like.

That's all, Clint.

Carbolic. Like you said,

it's gonna hurt you

more than me.

Aah!

Won't fester.

Whoa, Rosie. Whoa.

I gotta get down, kid.

Take this. Here.

I've sat on campfires

that were more comfortable.

Come on, Rosie.

Whoa.

Well, this looks like

as good a place as any.

What's that?

All in a wood

there grew a tree

the finest tree

you ever did see

and the green leaves

grew around and around

and the green leaves

grew around

- let's do it again, mama.

- Uh, all right.

One more chorus, and then we

have to finish our packing.

And on this tree

there grew a limb

the finest limb

you ever did see

the limb was on the tree

the tree was in the wood

they don't have camels in

new Mexico, do they, mama?

No, dear, they don't.

And the green leaves grew around and

around something's eating at our corn.

And the green leaves

grew around

Judas priest, it is a camel.

But you said that... I know what I said.

Get back inside.

Oh, it's only

a little camel, mama.

Well, let's hope it's big enough

to know what a shotgun is.

Git. Come on. Get out of my corn.

I said git!

Get out of here! Git! Git!

Don't go in the barn! Git!

Nothing to be afraid of, ma'am.

Who are you?

Howdy.

- What do you want?

- Well, we'd just like something to, uh...

well, to eat,

if you've got it, ma'am.

We-we'll be leaving here in a few days.

You can take everything then.

Oh, well, we'll be gone

long before that.

Uh, are... is there

anyone else here?

No. Just me and my little girl.

We sold everything,

even the stock.

You can take anything you want.

Just leave us alone, please.

Well, there's no need to worry, ma'am.

We're camped nearby. Here.

No, we won't make any trouble.

Come on, mark.

Is he yours?

I never knew anyone

who had a camel before.

They're here!

These are fresh this morning.

Well, thank you.

My name is Clint keyes,

and this is mark.

Oh, I'm Doris mciver.

This is my daughter Martha.

- Are you with the army, Mr. Keyes?

- Well, not just now.

No, ma'am. Where's the camel?

- We left it back at camp.

- I don't understand.

I didn't know they had camels

in the middle of new Mexico.

Well, Jeff Davis brought 'em over when he was

secretary of war, for the desert troops.

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