Dances with Wolves Page #4

EXT. UNION WALL - DAY

The entire union line is standing, strangely quiet in their

disbelief.

EXT. BATTLEFIELD - DAY

The lieutenant passes the last of the riflemen and pulls the

buckskin up at the far end of the field. The little horse is

pitching and rearing, ready for another run.

The lieutenant bows his head in exhaustion, but a sound coming

across the field brings his head up quickly. A great cheer

is rolling along the union line.

EXT. HILL - DAY

General Tide is furiously spurring his horse as he tears

down the hill. His aides are trying desperately to keep up.

EXT. CONFEDERATE WALL - DAY

There's action along the confederate line. The men Dunbar

passed are desperately trying to reload. Those at the end

are jeering, taunting the lieutenant to take another pass.

Tucker is moving along the line. The battle ground has

suddenly taken on a festival atmosphere and Tucker doesn't

like it.

CONFEDERATE:

Come on you son of a b*tch -- you

won't make it a second time...

EXT. BATTLEFIELD - DAY

DUNBAR:

Alright by me.

Dunbar gazes down along his leg. Blood is pumping from his

wound.

DUNBAR:

Forgive me Father.

Again he digs his heels into the buckskin's flanks and they

fly down the line. The confederates are trying to reload. A

few are able to get off a hasty shot, but they're all too

late.

EXT. BATTLEFIELD - DAY

Dunbar swerves in a little closer to the wall as he approaches

the other half of the confederate ranks. They're standing

ready, like a firing squad.

Tucker has just reached the side of Ray the sharpshooter.

The lieutenant shuts; his eyes, lets the reins flop on the

buckskin's neck and spreads his arms as they thunder toward

the line of riflemen.

Ray's finger squeezes the trigger, his keen eye sights down

the barrel of his gun. THUD... a rifle ball buries itself in

Ray's forehead.

EXT. BATTLEFIELD - DAY

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