Dances with Wolves Page #3

PEPPER:

Some of the boys are sayin' that if

we ain't gonna fight we could just

settle the whole business with a

little high stakes poker. Wouldn't

that be a sight... a bunch of fellas

sittin' in the middle of this field

drawin' cards...

The sergeant's chatter is interrupted by a sound... the sound

of hoofbeats rushing in behind him. Men on either side are

scattering, but there's no time for the sergeant. He turns

to the sound and cringes against the wall as the buckskinned

belly of a horse soars over his head.

Dunbar and his horse hit the ground with a thud and dig for

the confederate line.

EXT. CONFEDERATE LINE - DAY

Some of the confederate riflemen can see the wild rider headed

for their lines. A sharpshooter (RAY) calls over his shoulder.

RAY:

Tucker!

A man in a slouch hat crowned by a jaunty feather looks up

from an impromptu meeting. TUCKER.

EXT. CIVIL WAR HILL - DAY

Like the others, General Tide is absorbed with the spectacle

of a single horseman riding into the teeth of the enemy. He

holds out his hand and an AIDE slips a pocket telescope into

his palm. The general sights through his telescope.

AIDE:

What is it sir?

Tide lowers the telescope, glances at the aide and peers

back down at the field.

TIDE:

Looks like a suicide.

EXT. BATTLEFIELD - DAY

Dunbar can see the confederate riflemen now. They're rising

up behind the wall to aim and fire.

Fifty yards from the enemy line he's still unhit. He wheels

the buckskin into a sharp left turn and they streak parallel

to the confederate flank. The buckskin is charging hard, his

heels throwing out clumps of dirt.

The firing is tremendous. The lieutenant's hat is torn away.

A slug lifts off one of the officer's epaulettes, but still

no bullet finds him.

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