Dances with Wolves Page #2

Dunbar settles next to the sergeant.

PEPPER:

What's goin' on here... seems to be

the question alright... you could

ask the major but he don't know.

He's busy tryin' to figger out how

come the officer's mess run outta

peach ice cream...

The sergeant nods at the distant hill and Dunbar looks too.

PEPPER:

General's come up to see the show

but all he knows is there ain't no

show...

Now he nods toward the trees behind them and the lieutenant

follows. Several union men are clustered around a huge hunk

of material attached to a gondola.

PEPPER:

We started a balloon up but they

shot her down fore she was ten feet

off the ground... so nobody's made a

run either way. It's been a stand-

off all damn day... and now... the

major, he's lookin' at the general

and he's thinkin' I better do

somethin', and you know what that

means...

More riflefire comes in and some of the union men answer

with a few rounds of their own. The sergeant watches the

confederate line across the field through a crack in the

wall.

Lieutenant Dunbar is not watching the enemy. He's looking at

some horses picketed in the trees behind the union lines.

There's a nice bay. There's a big roan.

PEPPER:

They're 'sposed to be beat up just

like us but everybody knows that

Tucker's men are tough as cobs. I

sure don't wanna die out there with

them cows.

Dunbar is still watching the horses. He's holding on a small,

well-muscled buckskin standing a little apart from the others.

CISCO.

Now he moves away from the wall, heading for the horses.

The sergeant squeezes off a shot. Squinting across the field,

he sees a rifle with a hat on the tip of its bayonet waving

at him disrespectfully. The sergeant rolls on his side to

reload. He keeps on talking to the lieutenant, but the

lieutenant is gone.

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