The Scalphunters Page #3

Put chains on 'em, dragged 'em

back to Rome and fed 'em to the lions.

Africans like me, we didn't care

that much for Julius Caesar.

Never heard of him.

That's cos you don't know how to read.

- I could bust you in the jaw.

- Wouldn't change anything.

And it wouldn't change you into

a white man. Cet that through your head.

Let's see you write your name.

Let's see you feed yourself, Julius Caesar.

You wait here, Joseph Lee.

I'm going to take a look around.

- Mr Bass!

- Shh!

Co down there and those people

will just kill the literal hell outta you.

Now, don't you move.

Mr Bass.

Shh.

Howie! How many times I gotta tell you?

Cet that sack of hair off my wagon.

Now, Kate, honey,

them scalps is worth $25 apiece.

That don't mean we gotta sleep with 'em.

- That little old smell bother you?

- That ain't all that's bothering me.

Kate. Kate.

- Morning, Miss Kate.

- Morning, Mr Howie.

Shut up.

Co get some clothes on. I don't want

these men getting horny notions.

Stop talking like a preacher.

If I had half the boots been under my bed,

I could outfit the US Cavalry.

- Hush and get back inside that wagon.

- I'm sick of that damn wagon.

Washing with no bathtub,

getting rats in my hair.

- I'm living like a squaw.

- Kate, honey.

Look at my skin. It's all dried up.

Soon I'm gonna look like an old prune.

- I like prunes.

- Howie, I'm warning you.

If you don't find someplace I can live

decent, you'll be sleeping with your horse.

Kate, honey. It's gonna be all right.

And stop chewing that damn tobacco!

You ever kiss anybody chewed tobacco?

Ain't she darling? Now you get

those horses hitched and let's move!

Move!

Damn.

Now, Kate, honey.

Don't get your pretty little

dooly-dooly all fussed up.

We was gonna have a fancy house.

With servants.

At last I was gonna live like a lady.

I should've stayed where I was.

You know, I knew a lady one time.

Chewed snuff. A redhead.

She'd stand on a piano and sing songs.

Damn.

Jim Howie, you got as much feelings

as a bald-headed hog.

Oh, Kate, honey.

There's no cause to talk that way.

I'm gonna get you these things. I told you.

Oh...

Centlemen. Am I glad to see you.

I have been chased and run over

every rock pile for the past 50 miles.

I saw your wagons, and I knew right there

my trials and tribulations were over.

- Anybody with you?

- Nobody, sir. Nobody at all.

- What's your name, son?

- Black Feather, sir.

I was adopted into the Wolf tribe

of the Comanche nation.

The Kiowas set up a terrible slaughter

on us three days ago. I escaped.

I'll just travel along with you gentlemen

till I get back to my tribe.

- What'll he sell for, Jed?

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