The Scalphunters Page #2

Over there!

All right, let's go!

Scalphunters.

Collect a $25 bounty on Indian scalps.

Men, women and children. Like jackals.

Territory government pays it.

Dirtiest, rottenest trade

ever turned a dollar.

- Let's go.

- Where are we going, sir?

After 'em.

After 'em?

How the hell do you think I'm going to

get my furs back if I don't go after 'em?

Mr Bass, I do not intend to put up with

any more of this walking.

Now, either you slow down

and talk to me,

or I'll just have to pull you off that horse

and knock you on your high-priced pants.

Are you deaf as well as dumb, Mr Bass?

Mr Bass, you're threatening my temper.

Mr Bass!

Mr Bass.

Sir, why are you so bound and determined

to catch up with those murdering people?

Haven't you got anything else to do?

I just don't say something, then not do it.

I am completely

and absolutely exhausted. Empty.

- I've got to have something to eat.

- You ate yesterday.

Mr Bass, I have been trained in the habit

of eating each and every individual day.

That proves you ain't a Comanche.

Comanche would keep going till he died.

- I'm so hungry I could eat a frog or snake.

- Comanches do. Regular.

- But I'm not a Comanche.

- Aha!

Oh, Mr Bass.

You see that?

Sego lily. Just like an onion.

Finest thing you ever saw.

You see this?

Sagebrush.

Crows where nothing else will.

You make Indian tea out of the leaves,

and it makes a passable fodder for stock.

Look around you, Joseph Lee.

All natural creation.

Maguey. Makes a fine soap

for washing down a squaw.

Brings the bloom of sunrise to her skin.

Watch this.

A needle and thread. For sewing things.

Here we are, Joseph Lee,

in the Carden of Eden.

Just like Adam and Eve.

Chokecherries. They make a fine pudding.

You like pudding?

Joseph Lee, let's eat.

Co get 'em, Joseph Lee. I'm hungry.

I guess a slave like you got fed

pretty good in that big house kitchen.

Sleeping in a bed every night.

Maybe you should have stayed

where you was.

Vir libre quam in servitude.

"Better beans in freedom

than cake in slavery. "

Aesop. And he was a slave himself

back in the Creek times.

Trouble with you is

you read too many books.

You call it right when a man's a slave?

Owned, worked, beat all the time?

Natural state of affairs, Joseph Lee.

Black man started

being a slave in the Bible.

If Cod didn't want it that way, Cod

wouldn't have done it. Consult your Bible.

Cod didn't invent slavery.

The Egyptians did.

Sold all the children of Israel.

That ain't the way I read Scripture.

- What about Julius Caesar?

- Who?

Julius Caesar. He was an Italian. He made

slaves out of all you Englishmen.

Julius Caesar made slaves

of every kind of white man.

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