Unconquered Page #11

Jane Fraser. Get it up.

Garth vouches for the Indians.

Your last chance.

The time's up.

Do you hear?

The drums have stopped.

That's the signal.

Get that flag up, quick.

Wait, young man.

Hold that flag.

It may be the wind.

It may be my wishing,

but it sounds like

the pipes of heaven itself.

I don't hear nothing.

Get it up.

Get it up or we'll all be

hearing the pipes of heaven.

No, listen, you big ox.

Listen.

It is. It is.

Chris got through.

There they are.

I can see them.

How many do you see?

It's them.

It's the pipes of the 42nd.

That's Bouquet's column.

Bouquet.

Tear up that white flag.

How many be there, Pa?

I don't know.

Ain't had time to

count them yet.

That's the first time

I've enjoyed the sound

of a bagpipe.

I want to see them.

Come on, take him.

Try not to look

as scared as I feel.

They cannot see

the hair standing up

beneath me bonnet.

Chris. They're running.

They're running.

Run, you varmints, run.

So Bouquet was

wiped out, was he?

Look at them Indians run.

Get to the stable

and saddle up three horses.

Three?

I'm taking Abby.

And stock up

three saddlebags. Move.

See them, Mr. Garth,

ain't it grand?

If I had me a wife,

I'd raise hallelujah.

I'll marry you.

Something's wrong

with that column.

Looks awfully

good to me, sir.

We'll head south

into Cherokee country

and build back from there.

We can go down the Mon side

and hug the bank.

Hurry up

with that bridge, soldier.

Glory be,

you're a grand sight.

Chris. Chris, the stables.

Get to the stables.

Look at them.

Why are they so still,

Jeremy?

The gentlemen are dead.

We'll mount in here.

Hey.

They've stopped yelling.

Give her a hand up.

Chris.

Get over there, Bone.

That's far enough.

Stand clear, Abby.

She's coming with me.

Where you're going,

you're going alone.

Let him have it, Bone.

Bone won't shoot me.

I won't, huh?

No.

Abby, stand over there.

Because I'm the only one

between you and

the hangman's rope

for double-selling a slave.

Fergus out there

doesn't know

you acted for Garth.

I do.

But you won't be talking.

Bone, turn your back

and get your hands up

on that ladder.

All right, Holden.

I'm not fool enough

to try to beat you

on the draw.

You win.

You can take my gun.

I know you wouldn't

shoot a man in the back.

Look out, Chris.

You are a better man

than you are a soldier,

Holden.

You have earned a firing squad

for deserting this fort.

And our gratitude

for helping save it.

When Colonel Bouquet arrives,

the frontier can start moving

west again.

Move with it.

Captain Ecuyer.

What?

Would you... Could you...

Oh, yes, yes, of course.

Who stands for you?

Here, put it on.

Hold hands.

I pronounce you man and wife

until you find a minister.

Marriage frees you

from slavery, Mrs. Holden.

It won't do

the same for you, sir.

You're sweet.

East or west, Abby?

Make it west.

And don't get caught

by the Indians again.

Yes, sir.

Or anybody else. Stay free.

Yes, sir.

And close that door.

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