Unconquered Page #9

I wonder if Mrs. Salter

would mind.

Well, I'm borrowing

Mr. Salter's shirt

whether he minds or not.

Hey.

What's the matter?

Food. Beans.

Just like coming home.

Chris?

Yes.

What happened

to the little dog?

Out chasing varmints, I guess.

We'll take him along with us

to Ben Salter and his wife

at Venango.

I wonder why

they didn't take him.

"Benjamin Salter, his Bible."

I was thinking

the Salters must have

been very happy here.

Why?

It feels like it, doesn't it?

I guess so.

Back in London, I used to

want to be a grand lady

with carriages and mansions.

Maybe you will someday.

No.

Now I just want

what the Salters have. This.

Was she very pretty?

Hmm?

Who?

The girl you bought

the green dress for.

Oh, Diana.

I guess so.

Why didn't you marry her?

She liked someone else better.

Better than you?

She must have been crazy.

Good night, Chris.

Good night, Abby.

Hey, aren't you a little

bit old to be playing

with dolls, young fellow?

Hey, what's the matter?

What's troubling you, huh?

What do you got?

What do you got

out there, a bear?

Well, all right,

let's go get him.

Come on.

Say, you're bright-eyed

and bushy-tailed this morning.

Hey, what's the matter?

What...

Chris? Chris?

Go back in the house, Abby.

Why? What are you doing?

Digging.

Look, good fit. Nice color.

What's this?

A doll.

The Salters won't be

coming back, Abby.

They never left.

What do you mean?

Why is the dog...

Don't look.

No one has a chance

in this wilderness.

Nobody can fight it.

It'll always be wilderness.

The savages will burn

and torture and kill

until they get it back.

Abby, get a couple of

those sticks and tie them

together for a cross.

People like the Salters

can never be stopped, Abby.

The Indians can kill them

and run them off,

but more will keep coming.

The Salters are

the New World, unconquered.

Unconquerable

because they're

strong and free,

because they have

faith in themselves,

and in God.

Here, tie it together

with this.

Chris. I need shoeing again.

Venango is

just around the bend.

It is? Let's look.

Let's patch

the moccasin first.

You mean Venango's goodbye.

Maybe.

You know, they can

make a lot of trouble

for runaway slaves.

Maybe we'd better

call you Mrs. Holden.

Mrs. Holden?

Just for Venango, of course.

Of course. Just for Venango.

But then you may get

to like the sound of it.

Might even want it for keeps.

Here.

Are you asking me

to marry you?

Yes.

Try it on.

Because you're sorry for me.

I'm only sorry that it took

to long to find you.

Hey, what are you

crying about?

It's just that I'm so

full of happiness it's...

It's overflowing.

What is it?

What are you looking at?

Vultures.

They had surrendered.

It's horrible.

What's that?

Pop, you're alive.

No, I ain't.

For three days,

I been a-dying here,

and you don't come along

until I'm dead.

You've got lots of life, Pop.

Abby, get that

canteen of water.

Don't get me no water.

I ain't that dead.

Prop me up.

I'm busted clean through.

How'd the Indians get in?

They walked in.

Chief Genowah,

that mangy polecat.

Three times he comes

to the fort with his

white flag and his promises.

"Surrender," says he,

"and you'll all go free."

When the grub run out,

everybody started yelping

to run up the white flag.

I warned them,

but nobody'd listen.

So they run up

that danged white rag.

And all the folks went out,

and them redsticks come

a- hooting and a-shooting

and massacred

every last one of them

under that white flag.

For three days,

I've been trying not to die

till some dang fool

like you comes along,

to warn Fort Pitt.

Fort Pitt.

You got long legs,

get them a-going.

You can get down

the river at night

in a canoe.

Chris?

We're going east.

No, we're not.

That was just a dream

we dreamed together

for a little while.

We're going east.

There are 600 lives

at Fort Pitt.

And Garth is one of them.

You're his, Abby.

If we go back,

you go back to him.

We have no choice.

Of course, you ain't.

Get back to Fort Pitt.

Show them this flag.

Tell them what the redsticks

is up to.

"Go free," they says.

"Take your people

and your cattle.

"All we want is

our hunting ground."

That's what he says,

"Take your people

and your cattle.

"All we want is

our hunting..."

"Go free.

"Take your people

and your cattle.

"All we want is

our hunting ground."

It's signed

with Guyasuta's totem.

We're in a bad way, sir.

We've had no word yet

from Colonel Bouquet's

relief column.

Are you suggesting

we surrender?

Put your weight on that.

I don't think

much of our chances.

Then stop thinking.

Heat an iron, Dr. Boyd.

This arrow may have

been poisoned.

Tell Guyasuta

this is our home

and we will defend

this ground till the last

warrior lies under it.

I'll send my wife

with your message,

Captain Ecuyer,

but after two months

of siege, you've only

a few days' provisions.

I just told you...

Get out, get out,

both of you.

You'll kill this man.

Captain Steele,

you are in command.

Yes, sir.

What's going on here? At ease.

What are you doing

with that rope?

We're raising a ghost.

I hope it's a scout

from Bouquet.

Oh, Chris, where in blazes

did you come from?

I'm sure glad

to see you breathing.

Go down

and give Abby a boost.

Sure.

We didn't expect

you'd come this way again,

Captain Holden.

I have a report

for Captain Ecuyer, sir.

Captain Ecuyer is wounded.

I am in command.

There's been treachery

at Fort Venango, sir.

Treachery?

That's a strange

word from you.

You were under orders

to burn the town of Pittsburgh

and report back

to Captain Ecuyer,

were you not?

Yes, sir.

John, let her stand

on your shoulders.

You're under arrest

for desertion

in the face of the enemy.

But, sir...

Mr. Hutchins, disarm him.

That elusive little bond slave

will be held

as a material witness

until the court martial.

I don't believe

this cock-and-bull story

that Venango surrendered.

Bone here got through.

He says the fort still stands.

Captain Holden is

obviously trying to protect

himself and this girl.

The Mohawk Trail to Albany

and Boston is what they were

headed for,

and the Indians

drove them back.

That's probably Indian blood

on this flag.

No, gentlemen,

you need more proof

than the word of a deserter.

We came back to save

your fool necks.

Because there's a Judas here

who won't stop until this flag

flies over this fort

and you're all dead

beneath it.

Captain Holden

is out of order.

Attacking Mr. Garth

will not alter the record.

Return to your seat.

Proceed.

Was the accused headed for

he Mohawk Trail and Boston?

What difference does it make?

You're all going

to pay a terrible price

for not believing us.

Confine yourself

to the question.

Was he trying to escape

with you to Boston?

I won't answer that.

You must answer.

She needn't.

We were heading

for the Mohawk Trail

to Albany and Boston.

I submit to the court

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