The Plainsman Page #4

Through the upper ford

of the Republican.

Yeah. They might

get through that way.

They would get through

if Bill Cody showed them how.

There's no trail.

Better no trail

if they're dodging Cheyenne.

Will's not going.

He has nothing to do

with the army now.

He's promised.

That's just

what I told Custer.

What did you tell him?

That you wouldn't go.

You know that's a lie.

Mr. Hickok,

Will promised me.

You don't understand.

I can't let him go.

There are things that

have to be done, ma'am.

Lincoln set a goal

that we have to work toward.

He said the frontier

must be made safe.

Oh, but

Lincoln's dead.

What right have the dead

to tell the living

what to do?

His words are alive.

Bill Cody knows that

as well as I do.

If he refuses to go,

you'll think he's a coward,

and you know he's not.

The choice is his, ma'am.

Will, I was

afraid of this.

You can't leave me.

You can't--

You've never seen

the Indian tribes at war.

You've never seen men

killed and mutilated and

bodies of women burned...

and babies dragged

from their mother's arms

and dashed against--

That's enough, Bill!

Why is it you aren't

going, Mr. Hickok?

I have to pay a call

on an old friend.

You're goin' after Yellow Hand.

Bill, you're goin' out alone!

You cold decker,

ain't you got no sense?

Maybe I can get you

another string of beads.

Ya ornery coot!

Good-bye, my darling.

Oh, Will, please--

I've got to go, dear.

I know every foot of the way.

I have to do my part.

Here.

I'll look out

for you, Mrs. Cody.

He'll be back in a few days.

He'll be back with

nary a scratch on him.

Will! Will!

Come back!

Don't cry, honey.

I wanted to tell him

something.

What?

Maybe if he'd known,

he wouldn't have gone.

Oh.

Well, maybe it's just

as well you didn't tell him.

What is this, Louisy?

Cat?

It's sort of a Russian cat.

Say.

Look at that.

I don't know how I look,

but I feel like

the queen of Sheba.

You look lovely,

Calamity.

I want you to keep

that dress.

Ya do?

Say, that's

the first time a woman

ever gave me anything.

Why, I never even seen

clothes like these.

Now, if I just

had me a hat!

Here, try one of these.

Oh, say, ain't

that a pretty one.

Well, how do you do,

Miss Canary?

Hmph.

Hmph. Appears to me

your face is kind of

made out of rubber.

That old coyote's

got a toad in his gullet.

Couldn't be an Indian,

could it?

Honey, when you hear

something yelling at night,

it's just some varmint.

But when you don't

hear nothin', it's an Injun.

Calamity, I want you

to stay here with me.

I've never been alone before.

Now, stop worryin'

about him, honey.

He's got a whole troop

of cavalry ridin' herd

on him.

But my Bill plays it alone,

the big mule.

I bet if he could

see me in this outfit,

it'd be my weddin' dress.

I'd just as leave die

with my boots on,

but I ain't a-gonna

to get married in 'em.

Can I have some shoes?

Louisy, don't look

at the windows.

Don't let on

anything's different.

Listen to me.

Can you ride?

Yes.

My horse is outside.

Take that coffeepot

back to the stove.

Then open

that door and wait.

Make believe you're

helping me with my glove.

I'm gonna entertain

visitors. They're Injuns.

Injuns!

Shut up. When you

see them all in here,

sneak to the horse.

Ride to town.

Don't stop for nothin'.

Tell 'em there's Injuns

here with war paint on.

Make me some fresh coffee,

honey.

Come in, fellows.

Come on in.

Don't be afraid.

I-- I got

something for ya.

Look. I got

some presents for ya.

See? See

the pretty feather?

Sure. Sure.

It's a hat. See?

Here. Here, put it on.

Come on.

I'll show you.

Go look at the pretty feather,

you painted buzzard.

Here. Here, look.

Pretty?

You don't like it, huh?

Well, here. Take this.

I got something for all of ya.

Presents for all of you.

We've been savin' 'em.

Look.

Presents for my brothers,

the Cheyenne,

you red hyenas.

Here. Look. See?

Look. Here.

Come on in. Look.

See? Here.

Come on.

Don't be afraid.

Look. For papoose.

See? Papoose.

Uh, want a piece of cake?

Soldier.

''Soldier''?

Me no talk Cheyenne.

I'll never tell ya

where they've gone,

ya hairless coyote!

Hello there! Hey!

Bill.!

You get outta here.!

Go back, Bill!

These are Yellow Hand's men.!

You're crazy.!

Shoot your way out, Bill!

You'll get

a tomahawk in your brains

if you keep askin' for it.

Indians will sell anything.

They might sell you.

Wild Bill Hickok, walkin'

into the hands of a war party.

Custer sure picked himself

a great scout.

Aw, Bill, not your watch.

What's he saying, Bill?

He wants my guns too.

Don't give 'em to him.

Don't give up your guns!

What's he saying?

He says he's got to take us

to Yellow Hand first.

He can't let us go

unless Yellow Hand's willing.

Well, you done it,

didn't ya?

Yes, I ''done it,'' all right.

How do you do,

Mr. Hickok?

You sure must

remember me.

How do you like me

in dresses?

Thought you were Mrs. Cody

at first, in that dress.

Oh. Mrs. Cody

give it to me.

Were you in Cody's cabin

when they caught ya?

Yeah, celebrating on account

of Bill Cody's kid.

Bill Cody

hasn't got a kid.

He's gonna have one.

He doesn't know it,

does he?

He would if he stayed home

where he belongs.

I'll tell him... maybe.

Say, Bill, you give up

your watch...

and your guns.

Couldn't have been

on account of me, could it?

No. I wanted him to take me

to Yellow Hand, so I can

find out what he's up to.

Oh.

What do you think

they'll do to us?

We'll soon find out.

You Hickok.

I know you.

Speak your own

language, Yellow Hand.

I'll understand you.

You, me,

speak white man tongue.

I must know you know

what I say.

Remember what I told you

last time we met?

I said one of us will

lift the other's scalp.

Which one?

It looks like

it's up to you to say.

What started you on

the warpath, Yellow Hand?

Where sun rise,

white man's land.

Where sun set,

Indian land.

White man come,

take our land.

Kill buffalo, our food.

White man promise us food.

White man lie.

Now Cheyenne buy

white man's thunder stick.

Soon war drums

sound in all Indian land.

All tribes ride

with Yellow Hand.

We drive white man,

like buffalo, away,

back to rising sun.

Yellow Hand has spoken.

Yellow Hand has spoken.

And you may be right.

But you can't drive

the white man away.

Yellow Hand know.

White man send bullet.

Many, many bullet. Where?

Somebody's

romancing Yellow Hand.

You tell where.

I don't know.

You tell where!

He's your friend, Bill.

Why don't you tell him

they're heading east

toward Leavenworth?

Yes, that's right.

To Leavenworth.

- Now I know soldier take bullet.

- They won't fit your guns.

Hickok, my friend,

speak with straight tongue.

Hickok, white man friend,

speak with forked tongue.

Now, you tell,

which way soldier take bullet?

Bill, what's

in that watch?

Bill! Bill, you got

my picture. You kept it.

I couldn't get it out

without scratching the case.

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