Little Big Man

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I am, beyond a doubt,

the last of the old-timers.

My name is Jack Crabb.

And I am the sole white survivor

of the Battle

of Little Big Horn...

uh... uh...

popularly known

as Custer's Last Stand.

Well...

Mr. Crabb, I'm more interested

in the primitive lifestyle

of the Plains Indian

than I am in the...

tall tales about Custer.

Tall tales?!

Are you calling me a liar?

- No, no...

- Huh?

No, it's just that...

I'm interested

in the way of life

of the Indian rather than,

shall we say, adventure.

You think the Battle of Little

Big Horn was... was a...

...was an adventure?

Oh, sh*t.

Little Big Horn was not

representative of...

encounters between Whites

and Indians, Mr. Crabb.

You see the...

near genocide of the Indian...

The... the... the near what?!

Near genocide.

It means:
"extermination;

the killing off

of an entire people. "

That's practically

what we did to the Indian.

But of course, I wouldn't expect

an old Indian fighter like you

to agree with me.

Turn that thing on.

I beg your pardon?

I said, turn that thing on

and shut up.

Now you just set there,

and you'll learn something.

I knowed General

George Armstrong Custer

for what he was.

And I also knowed the Indians...

for what they was.

when I was ten years old,

my family...

in crossin' the Great Plains...

was wiped out

by a band of wild Indians.

Everybody was killed or drug off

by them murderin' varmints,

except me

and my sister Caroline.

Good-bye, Jack.

I'll see you in heaven.

Good-bye, Caroline.

We didn't know

the difference then,

but it was a band of Pawnee

what attacked us before.

I ain't had no use for Pawnee

ever since.

But this one wasn't a Pawnee.

He was a Cheyenne brave.

I later got to know him well.

His name was

Shadow That Comes In Sight.

At first sight

of an Indian camp,

what you think is, "I see

their dump, where's the camp?"

He brought us to their chief.

His name was Old Lodge Skins,

who later become my granddaddy.

What do they want, Caroline?

It's as plain as day

what they want, Jack.

What?

Me.

To show good manners,

Old Lodge Skins smoked

with our oldest male survivor.

They didn't know I was a woman.

That explains why

they didn't rape me right off.

I don't think they're gonna

bother you, Caroline.

No such luck, Jack.

They'll get me tonight,

for sure.

Poor Caroline never did

have no luck with men.

I reckoned she figured

we both couldn't get away,

and she'd send help back

to rescue me.

Next morning, I found myself

in that Indian camp all alone.

But the Cheyenne, who call

themselves the "Human Beings,"

had no idea to hurt me.

I was an honored guest,

and they gave me a real treat

for breakfast:
Boiled dog.

Dog ain't bad, neither.

Now dog is greasy, I'll admit,

but you'd be surprised

how downright delicate

the flavor is,

especially when you're starving.

You see, the Human Beings

adopted me as one of their own.

Shadow That Comes In Sight

taught me the bow and arrow

and how to stalk game.

Burns Red In The Sun

showed me how to protect

my pale skin from sunburn.

It's a little known fact that

some Indians, like Burns Red,

will sunburn their own selves.

But my real teacher

was my adopted grandpa,

Old Lodge Skins.

He taught me to read a trail,

the Cheyenne language,

and lots of other things.

For a boy,

it was a kind of paradise.

I wasn't just playing Indian,

I was living Indian.

Only one thing bothered me.

I was small for my years.

In fact, a durn near runt.

The Pawnee stole

seven of our ponies.

There's gonna be a war party.

But you can't go.

You're too little

and weak like a girl.

Run away now or I'll kick you.

The Indians had never heard

of fistfightin',

and it plum amazed 'em.

How did you do that?

I'm sorry, Younger Bear.

I didn't mean to hurt you.

The Indian way...

you should never feel sorry

about beating an enemy unless

having conquered his body,

you want his spirit as well.

I had made the first

real enemy of my life.

There once was a Human Being,

and he was very small,

but he won a name:

Little Man.

You've heard of him.

No, Grandfather.

He went on a war party

against the Pawnees.

But the Pawnees were many.

One by one, the Human

Beings were rubbed out.

Little Man was very brave.

The Pawnees called out to him,

"If you will quit fighting,

we will let you go. "

But Little Man answered,

"It's a good day to die. "

Finally, they cut off his head.

But he kept fighting

without his head.

He rode among the Pawnees

like a whirlwind.

And his head...

it was stuck on a spear...

started to shout the war cry.

The Pawnees could take no more,

and they ran away.

When they looked back,

they saw the body of Little Man

lie down among his friends.

Little Man was small,

but his bravery was big.

The Human Beings don't require

a boy to be a warrior

if he ain't got

the temperament for it,

and Little Horse didn't.

If he wanted to stay behind

with the women

that was all right

with the Human Beings.

We will leave the ponies here.

You two will hold them.

No! I don't want to stay here.

I want to go to the Pawnee camp.

You!

You aren't even a Human Being!

You're white.

He didn't believe it himself.

Younger Bear was just trying

to hand me

the worst possible insult.

Little white man.

Fool poor Pawnee.

Big fooling.

You want to eat?

Sh*t, Pawnees was always

sucking up to whites.

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