Jeremiah Johnson Page #3

l found him, froze to a tree.

Damn!

That Hatchet Jack was a wild one.

He was living with a female panther.

Two years in a cave

up in the Musselshell.

She never did get used to him.

That be them.

-How many you figure?

-Three.

Just like before.

Are you smelling them Blackfeet?

No, l'm locating my horse.

Dirtiest animal this side of hell.

Come dark, you give me your pistol.

Load that bear rifle full of nails.

No, l got no truck with them Blackfeet.

l plan to be here a long time.

And l do not want them down on me.

Them critters hammered me

into the ground. Took my rifle, horse.

Stole my pelts. Not to mention

what they done to that boy's folks!

Then let it pass?

Nope.

But they'll be asleep soon.

Should be no trouble to slip in there

and then get your possibles.

Use this blanket, boy.

To keep you warm.

He don't say a lot, does he?

No.

No.

Stay here with the animals.

l am Del Gue!

l can whip my weight in wolverines...

...straight through a crab apple orchard

on a flash of lightning!

You've stolen my pelts!

And die, you must!

You skinheaded son of a b*tch,

you almost got me killed!

Where are you going?

Don't you want any of these?

What?

Scalps!

No.

Mother Gue never raised

such a foolish child.

Stop that, boy.

-What do you do with them scalps?

-Sell them to the English.

English?

London is wallpapered

with lnjun scalps.

-We could pull into those trees.

-Don't go getting hasty.

Them is Flatheads, and they've hurt

nobody that l know.

Just hold back.

What's he saying?

Says they're Blackfeet ponies.

He asks if you are the great warrior...

...who avenges the Crazy Woman

in the Wolf Tail Valley.

She's big medicine.

And so are you,

if you are that man.

So what's he shouting for?

Scared of you.

-But how did you...?

-l didn't know they'd be Flatheads.

lt's all right, boy.

Chief here is named

Two-Tongues Le Beau.

Mighty educated too.

French missionaries

taught him their language.

-Christian lndians?

-Lots of them.

He says the scalps are fierce...

...and the horses are fleet.

Take them.

And the ponies.

l have no further use for them.

Damn fool,

you may have cooked our brains!

He brought us here to honor you

and you want to give him a gift.

lf he cannot give you a better one,

it'll be an insult.

What's so funny?

The danger is over.

He has thought of a better gift.

His daughter.

Now you have a son,

you need a wife.

-l don't want no wife--

-He says he'll be very happy

What is that word?

Oh, yes!

He may read the Bible,

but he's still an lnjun.

And his rules is his rules.

lf you value your hair,

you will get married!

l do not think this is funny.

lt ain't.

When you get out of here, you can

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