Allegheny Uprising Page #2

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You've grown up, Janie.

lsn't that much nicer, for both of us?

Still the same shameless wench.

Am l supposed to be ashamed?

l will be if you want me to,

but l don't feel ashamed,

-not before the man l'm going to marry.

-Marry?

Yes, you gave me your word,

you promised, don't you remember?

There's another girl!

Somewhere you've hitched yourself

to another girl!

Blast you for a bigamist scoundrel!

-Your temper is no better.

-l'll have the law on you!

l'll have you put in stocks

for breaking your promise!

-l promised a half-grown girl.

-Half-grown? Half-grown?

Stop whimpering about marriage.

We're very hungry and tired men.

Come inside, Jim.

Half-grown, am l?

Well, l'm full-grown, now.

l killed 40 Onondagas in one day.

The barrel of my gun, it got so hot,

l used it to warm up the rum toddies.

lt got so hot, l...

The war is over, Mac. Come on,

get behind the bar and work for your keep.

Woe is me.

l'm a victim of the skirling blood

of the MacDougalls.

Janie, are you happy?

Oh, mind your pig.

What am l to do?

The whole town knows

we were going to be married.

Now you've changed your mind.

Why don't you put a rein

to your nimble imagination, girl?

Let him do his own talking.

The Professor always talks for me.

You only thought he promised.

They'll point me out as a girl who was left.

Well, then, marry and fool them.

Who'll have me

after you've tossed me aside?

Well, l don't know.

You're not bad to look at.

l think so, too.

But maybe it's because

we've lived with lndians so long.

You're an lndian, cruel and merciless!

Janie, l'm no man for you.

-He's going over the far hills too much.

-l wouldn't care!

l wouldn't ask for anything

except to go with you.

You can't die once,

and then come alive and go away again.

lt's like making me see you die twice,

l couldn't stand it.

Jed, Tom... lndians.

lndians. They're all around Fort Pitt.

Shawnee and Delaware.

They've burned the town

and they've scalped the kids in school

at McDowell's Mill.

Let's be on the way, boys.

McDowell's Mill is 20 miles from here.

-Any more guns in the house?

-Two long rifles.

Well, l know

where we can get some more.

You're not going again, Jim, you're not!

Mac, Mac, tell him not to go!

Don't be a fool, lassie,

you know what we have to do.

All dead, Jim. Horrible.

Dirty, murdering heathens.

l'm taking my family

and leaving while we're still alive.

Aye. l'm fair sick of it.

A remarkably fine season

and what good is it?

You can't harvest

for fear of bloodthirsty barbarians.

Men, if the Conococheague settlements

stand firm

the country will have

some little sort of safety.

Safe for the blasted tradesmen.

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