One Little Indian Page #3

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ever died from it.

Go on. Rub. It won't hurt.

You see? Doesn't hurt

a bit, does it?

You don't know your name or

who your folks were, huh?

Where did you learn

to speak English?

We had other white eyes.

Other captives?

You long knife now?

I was a soldier.

Now you'd call me

a... deserter.

They were gonna hang me until

I busted out of the guardhouse.

I couldn't figure out a way to

get a horse out of that fort.

Had what was left

of the camel corp outside,

so I grabbed that

moth-eaten bag of misery,

not knowing she was the mother of

your friend thirsty over there.

You take me to blue feather?

Who's that? My mother.

Oh, I see.

You take me?

Well, I can't do that, son.

You see I'm headed

for Mexico, in a hurry.

I go then.

Wait a minute.

You're not going anywhere.

Not with that patrol

on my tail, you're not.

Look, mark, by now they know

you're traveling with me.

You know where I am

and where I'm headed.

If they grab you,

they'll sweat it out of you.

I don't talk.

Well, I don't take chances.

I'll turn you loose when I think

it's safe and not before.

In the meantime, mark,

we gotta trust each other.

You understand?

Boy with keyes. Water two camels.

Last night.

No fresh sign?

See if you can pick up

their trail.

Hold it.

Now turn around and face

the water, all of you.

Drop your weapons behind you.

This ain't gonna make it

any easier for you, keyes.

Nobody ever made it easy

for me, Raines.

All right, now,

after those horses.

Both of you first. And, Raines,

you stay right in front of me.

Move.

Schrader, get rid

of the horses!

All right, move, move, move!

That's far enough.

All right, schrader,

where's your gun?

Well, sergeant,

you better get moving.

With no horse, it's

gonna be a long, dry walk.

Yeah, I know. Now, get moving.

We do good, huh, Clint?

Oh, sure. Sure.

No horses, no grub.

We really cleaned up.

They'll be back.

You can count on it.

Come on.

See if we can fool 'em.

We'll hide out in these

mountains for a couple of days.

Right now, though, we

better find us some grub.

That's cattle. I

hear long time ago.

Thanks for telling me.

- Ow!

- What's the matter, Clint?

You talk to camels.

Tell her to get off my foot.

Move, Rosie.

You...

that's beef

for fort dorado, likely.

Bacon. I smell.

You'd like

a little of that, huh?

Clint, we got nothing to eat.

Cheyenne quiet. I steal.

You've got to get over the idea that anytime

you want anything, you can just go steal it.

We'll wait till

they quiet down.

Then I'll steal the bacon.

Something wrong, boss? They're

kinda spooky tonight.

I'm gonna get me some water.

I'm kinda thirsty myself.

Drink. Much obliged.

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