Dances with Wolves

EXT. CONFEDERATE WALL - DAY

Ragged CONFEDERATE SOLDIERS crouch sullenly behind one of

the walls.

EXT. UNION WALL - DAY

And just behind the other wall are UNION MEN, better equipped

perhaps, but just as weary as their enemies.

We hold on one man, an enlisted soldier, SERGEANT PEPPER. He

chances to glance behind and squints at a strange sight.

A solitary officer is standing a few feet behind him. The

sun is at his back, giving him a ghostly feel. Eerily he

takes a step or two forward. He's limping badly.

The sergeant recognizes him. It's Dunbar.

PEPPER:

Lieutenant... izat you?

Dunbar says nothing. He just stands and stares. It unnerves

the sergeant.

PEPPER:

What're you doing here lieutenant?

DUNBAR:

This is where I belong... this is my

outfit.

The sergeant stares at Dunbar's foot.

PEPPER:

You went to hospital?

DUNBAR:

It was no good... what's going on

here?

A ping of riflefire flies overhead and the sergeant dives

for the wall. He calls over his shoulder.

PEPPER:

Better come to cover lieutenant...

those boys are shooters.

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