White Feather Page #5

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I will not go with the soldiers.

I will die here.

But I will not die alone.

Is it your wish that

many others die too?

Is it your wish that

you dishonor your father?

You dare say this.

Broken Hand has given his word that

there'll be no more fighting by his people.

Yet it is your wish that the Cheyenne warriors

break your father's word.

It is better that Cheyennes

die like Cheyennes.

The soldiers will not fire first...

but I will go and get my rifle...

and I'll come back to fight you.

But there'll be no glory in it

for you, Little Dog...

because that'll be one against two.

Well, Mr. Tanner?

I think the only solution is

for me to goad them into firing first.

And hope that

their first shots miss.

You, American Horse!

Last night you wanted to kill me.

What are you afraid of now?

Or do you only kill at night?

Stop.

This is what the white ones want.

Tanner, we are two against one.

Send your soldiers to help you,

and we will shoot.

I need no help.

Does American Horse

think I fear him?

He is not a warrior-

He's a woman and afraid.

What do I need with a rifle?

I throw it away.

I do not need it.

American Horse has shamed us

before the white man.

Little Dog will not do so.

Pick up your gun, Tanner.

You will pick up your gun

or I will throw mine away also...

and we will fight before

them all to the death.

- A scalp to the winner.

- Little Dog.!

You asked for death for yourself,

and that is your right...

but to pronounce it

on others is wrong.

He has always spoken with

one heart and one tongue...

and he has been faithful

to your friendship.

Can you not be as faithful to him?

Here he comes.

Bring him down!

Columns!

Wheel about in the line!

Ho!

Well, Mr. Tanner, it's all over.

I think we've seen

the last of the Indian wars.

They'll be wanting to bury

their dead before they go.

What about her?

She won't be going with them.

No, she won't be.

She's going with me.

Appearing Day will be my wife.

Column left! Forward! Ho!

- Good luck, Mr. Tanner.

- Thank you.

As I told you in the beginning, this is a true story.

We were married in the Methodist church

in Council Bluffs.

Broken Hand lived to see his grandson

enter the military academy at West Point.

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