Yellow Rock Page #3

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We're wasting time.

If that Indian made it out there alive,

he'll bring the whole goddamn tribe back here.

What are we gonna do about her?

Let's use her horse to bring

down more gold.

Roscoe, untie her.

You b*tch!

Load the horses.

You've caused enough trouble, b*tch.

Kill him.

I love to.

Sh*t!

Sarah!

Name of God! I got it!

I'll get it! I'll get it!

Goddamn, sh*t... I'll get it!

I got it!

I got mine! I got mine!

With the gold, I'll pay me

girls, whiskey...

I got gold.

I got gold...

I got gold.

The yellow rock...

Not yours.

On that day in 1880

our tribe was once again saved

from the greed of the white man.

But that day would not last.

For their fever for our

Yellow Rock would not turn.

As my great-grandfather,

Angry Wolf said:

"They will come as drops in water."

"And rain down upon us."

And this they do.

I'm called Black Feather, the Raven,

Omen of death to our people.

I am the last of my tribe.

For we are no longer...

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