Little Big Man Page #2

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Little white man not mad, huh?

See? Pawnee friend.

See?!

Fixes bad Injun

for little white man.

I always felt kind of bad

about that poor Pawnee.

I didn't mean to kill him.

I just meant to distract him.

I had made a real enemy

of Younger Bear.

I give you these ponies...

but... I owe you a life.

Saving his life

was the final insult.

This boy is no longer a boy.

He's a brave.

He is little in body,

but his heart is big.

His name shall be

"Little Big Man. "

I don't understand it,

Grandfather.

Why would they kill

women and children?

Because they are strange.

They do not seem to know

where the center

of the Earth is.

We must have

a war on these cowards

and teach them a lesson.

This will be the first time,

my son,

I face the whites as an enemy.

I don't know

whether you remember

before you became a Human Being,

and as dear a son to me as those

I made with Buffalo Wallow

Woman and the others...

But I won't speak of

that unfortunate time.

I just want to say,

if you believe

riding against these

white creatures is bad,

you can stay out of the fight.

No one will think the worse.

Grandfather,

I think it's a good day to die.

My heart soars like a hawk.

I'm sorry to say

that Old Lodge Skins' war

against the whites

was kind of pitiful.

Not that the Human Being

wasn't brave.

No warrior ever

walked the earth

more brave than a Human Being.

Old Lodge Skins' idea of war

and the whites' idea of war

were kind of different.

Half our party

didn't even use weapons.

What they done was "take coup,"

hit the enemy

with a little stick.

Humiliate them.

That was how the Human Beings

taught a coward a lesson

and won a war.

Shadow!

Look at 'em go!

We got 'em runnin', boys!

Go get that black bastard!

Shooting rifles

against bow and arrow.

I never could understand

how the white world

could be so proud of winning

with them kind of odds.

God bless George Washington!

Before I knowed it, them words

just popped out of my mouth.

God bless my mother!

You murdering fool!

Got to cut your throat to get it

through your head

I'm a white man.

White?

Sure I'm white.

Didn't you hear me say

"God bless George Washington"?

"God bless my mother"?

I mean, now, what kind

of Indian would say

a fool thing like that?

Lend me that

to get off this paint.

Yeah.

The troopers took me

under their wing

and turned me over

to the Reverend Silas Pendrake

for moral guidance

and a Christian upbringing.

Can you drive a buggy, boy?

Oh, yes, sir.

I can do it.

You're a liar, boy.

If you was reared by the Indians

how could you learn

to drive a buggy?

We shall have to beat

the lying out of you.

Oh, dear Jack.

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