Flaming Star Page #2
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y ou!
-Dont make me shoot you!
-Put it down, Angus, he means it!
y ou better get out of here,
both of you.
-Are you both crazy?!
-No, were not crazy.
-Maybe just smarter than before.
-What are you talking about?
The Kiowas hit the Howard place
the night of the party.
Of the whole family, you know how much
they found in the ashes?
One hand!
-One of Dorothys!
-Stop it!
Now hes out making a coffin for her.
Just to bury her hand in.
Oh, my God.
-They didnt hit your place, though.
-No.
And youre right out the same way.
l dont know--
Pas out with some men now.
Theyll probably get killed too.
But you dont have to worry about it.
y oull always be safe from them!
Lets go.
No. Not until we get our supplies
and ammunition.
Everything all right?
Nothings all right.
What happened?
Buffalo Horn hit the Howard place.
-Killed them all.
-Dear God!
lf you hadnt tended them for fever,
theyd be dead four years ago.
if we did the right thing.
We did exactly the right thing.
l wish you wouldnt say such things.
What does everybody want?
Theres a million miles here. . .
. . .room for them, us,
and a million more.
lt was their land, Sam.
They dont like anybody else
taking part of it.
lt aint anymore.
Weve worked this place for 20 years.
Nobody can tell me it aint ours.
Did those Pierces say something
about us?
-Nothing much.
-Whatever they said, its my fault. . .
. . .for being what l am.
Neddy, now, you listen to me.
lm speaking for the boys and me.
We dont want to hear
such things again.
Whatever happens,
well stick together. . .
. . .and well not be swayed.
lf we have to live alone or
become a power unto ourselves. . .
. . .well resist whoever and whatever
comes against us.
-Hey, Clint!
-Dred Pierce.
We want to talk to you, Clint.
Theyre not gonna do anything.
What do you want, Dred?
The Kiowas hit the Howard place Monday.
Wiped them out.
lts a terrible thing.
Howd you hear about it?
Me and Pacer was at the store
this morning.
-The lndians didnt tell you about it?
-l dont want to hear that.
Theres gonna be trouble.
lndians coming from everywhere.
More than a hundred already,
lve been told.
Weve been tracking the ones
that hit the Howard place. . .
-. . .but we lost them.
-Get to the point.
The point is, if it comes to a showdown,
are you with us or not?
-Thats a foolish question.
-Not with your family.
Watch yourself. y ou might
open your mouth once too often.
-y ou gonna answer the question?
-lt dont need an answer.
-What did l tell you?
-lt does.
y eah, l think we got all the answers
already. . .
. . .with all the reds and half-reds
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