The White Buffalo Page #4

For God's sake, Captain, put down roots!

The Colts will never cut it!

There's snow on the wind. Wait it out!

Get out of here, you damn lobo,

before I skin you alive!

By heaven!

The red dandy's joined the Brigade.

Captain.

You want I should foreclose

on his mortgage?

Wasichu! The demon is dead.

My thanks to you!

What are you whites doing in this land?

This is Pa Sappa,

the country of the Lacotas.

These mountains belong to me!

Now

the thunderbird

is eating the sky.

Soon, plenty of snow.

Come to my council, my brother.

We will make good medicine.

Wahi cola! I am coming, my friend.

Pretty slick, Captain.

What?

The way you suckered him.

You try hanging a wooden suit

on that child, you'll answer to me!

That snow ossify your brain?

I gave him my word.

Your word to a redskin? Come on, Captain.

That's like shoveling fleas in a barn.

Just get the hell back there,

grow a fire and make some grub.

- Washtay.

- Welcome, friend.

Are you the wasichu

we Sioux call Okute, the Shooter?

The one who killed

Whistler the Peacemaker?

What kind of a question

is that between friends?

Are you the murderer called Hickok?

The Cheyenne call me Pahaska.

Longhair?

Longhair.

Come on back when you're ready.

Let me tell you something, sonny.

Trusting Jehovah himself

can be a touchy business.

But when you start betting your poke

on that red cat-skinner,

you are drawing to an inside straight.

Something about him.

Just another buck on the warpath.

No, he's not.

He's not just an ordinary buck.

Can't you see the way

he wears that eagle feather?

Like a chief!

Jiggers!

Washtay.

Come in. Come in.

Longhair.

I saw that you do not own a long gun.

This I took from the demon.

It is yours.

Many thanks.

But the long gun

my friend's been shooting,

this one belongs to me.

He doesn't own one.

Dognation!

Well, thanks, sonny, but the fact is

I ain't got nothing

good enough to swap you.

You give me shelter

and you share your food.

That ain't foofaraw. Wait.

But wait! Hanging up!

I got a proper geegaw!

What do they call you?

Nadonaissioux myeyelo.

I am small snake.

I don't think so.

You are

Little Snake?

Worm? Worm.

Worm. Yes. I am called Worm.

How is the old one called?

The Cheyenne call him Ochinee.

One Eye?

The same.

The great white warrior of Sand Creek?

You speak crookedly.

This cannot be true.

He thinks your glass eye is real.

Watch.

Who says I'm not Ochinee, eh?

Who says I'm not the great One-Eye?

That's enough, Charlie!

My friend's a clown. There's no magic.

This is glass, like beads.

It's not real.

But is he truly Ochinee?

He's truly One-Eye.

Fix the grub.

I'm gonna fix us up

a real pea warmer of a breakfast.

Buff steaks and flapjacks.

When it comes to belly cheating,

I really shine.

Start shining because I have a feeling

our friend Worm has a wolf in his belly.

Longhair, we must make

our water on these stones.

I don't figure that white buffalo's

gonna turn tail

at a little sprinkling of pee.

It is the way brother wolf

marks his hunting grounds.

And the buffalo respects the wolf.

Tatanka!

Sing your death song!

Soon I will slay you

as you slew the Little One.

Soon I will wrap her in your holy robe!

These are my words!

This buffalo is mine!

The hell you say!

The buffalo will belong

to the hunter who kills him.

Mine, alone!

Well, Captain,

seems like we found ourselves

a porcupine to play with.

Just ride easy, Charlie.

Let's fix that wall.

Longhair.

Why are you whites in my country?

We did not ask the whites to come here.

The Great Spirits

gave us these hills as a home.

You say, why do not we become civilized?

We do not want your civilization.

You've spoken red truth.

Tell me then white truth, Longhair.

In the first place, the Great Spirit

did not give you these hills.

You took this land by force.

You took it from the Cheyenne,

the Shoshone and the Arapaho.

You took it with the lance and tomahawk.

And now the white man makes war on you.

What's the difference?

The whites have no honor.

Where white man walks,

death comes out of season.

That's a thing called progress.

It's a thing called greed.

Tell me this.

Am I evil because my skin is red?

Is it a wicked thing that I was born

where my father was born?

Is it a bad thing

that I would die for my people?

It's still red truth and not real truth.

Tell me this true truth, then.

Give Red John the word!

Tell the little rooster he's extinct!

Worm.

When Sitting Bull was a boy,

the Sioux could throw

10,000 warriors into battle.

Today it's the white man's turn.

Those that you have seen

on these hills and on the plains

are like a handful of beads.

There are many!

They are more than the blades

of spring grass,

more than the buffalo

when they smothered the earth

in their great herds.

There's no way to stand

against the white man!

Their weapons are terrible!

They have the power!

You will bend

to the long knives or be broken.

You will live as they say,

or die on their bayonets.

That was straight tongue, Captain.

If such is the true truth,

then I will sing my death song.

No. I'll not have your death.

Why not? You are white.

First, I am your brother and your friend.

Longhair. Between us...

There shall be no war.

Bullshit.

Jesus!

Charlie, light a torch.

So goddamn dark in here, couldn't find

my own pizzle if I had to pee.

Is he in?

He's gone.

Jesus Christ!

Well, Captain,

snow's stopped, Wind's done,

and our cock-a-doodle

was holding aces behind his knee.

Friend Worm has seen fit

to ride off on the scout without...

...cutting our throats,

which was mighty white

of the red ragamuffin.

Yeah. Didn't even leave

a mouse sign to point the way.

For a moment there was a chance,

just a chance,

maybe one more day.

Hell, I guess there never

will be an answer.

Well, it all depends on the question,

Captain. Come on, let's go.

It's Worm telling us to clear off.

Well, I sure as hell can't wait

to argue that point with him.

What is it?

Take a whiff.

Yeah, that's buffalo, by God!

Coming from right down there.

Yeah. Yeah, it's gonna go dark fast.

Better find ourselves a stand.

By heaven!

Charlie, this is the place!

This is Armageddon.

This is the place in my nightmare.

The place where I fought

the white buffalo.

I'll be a Dutchman!

First time I ever saw hokum come true.

We'd better fort up in that piney grove

and keep the trees at our back.

Captain, you sure

you wanna play this hand?

You wanna make tracks, Charlie?

Two thousand dollars

don't much pleasure a dead man.

Hell or heaven,

if this is the night I was born for,

so be it.

Amen.

Better take the Winchester.

You only got one shot in that.

All it takes.

Don't freeze.

Colder than a hooker's heart.

I'll back you up from here.

Captain!

Captain!

Captain, you awake?

There to your left!

It's a wolf!

It's Worm.

You want I should rub him?

No, the sharp might scare away the spike.

Maybe that demon horned bag

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