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Sir.

Again.

Sir, tell me, sir.

Good night, full sound, Lieutenant.

Music for the soul, I wishy.

Mm, mm, mm, mm.

Mm, mm, mm, mm.

Can't say I re-elect your face, Lieutenant.

You knew we assigned around here.

I'll keep that.

Very well, sir.

Oh, first of the night, you get it. Come in. Come in. What can I serve you? I...

Yes, sir. You change your mind. You just call me.

It is he. Butcher.

That's one way to lose an iron friend if you want to drink.

You're a war belt, Butcher. We've kept it for you. We shash them.

They still cry for you. The spirits still wait. 16 years. They still wait for you.

And we will keep them waiting along.

Lieutenant. Mr. Looney for that last drink, remember?

Go! Somebody! Somebody's raising the gun in this tavern.

Either you put that thing away or you...

Please don't let him take me!

Pass this deathwinks. Follow and he will take your hand. Please, don't look.

And your boom was a man. Yes, a big man. With an eye like an eagle and as tall as a mountain was a man.

And your boom was a man. Yes, a big man.

And before America to make all Americans free.

From the coons in path on the top of old land to the hill of his raw by chew.

A rip and nest, war and nest, fight and nest man.

A frontier ever new.

What a boon, what a do, what a dream come true.

What a spoo, what a do, what a dream come true was me.

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Up there is Wachacho.

Up there is silence.

The silence of a grave.

Your grave.

The lance of a Shawnee Chief is his honor.

I give you mind, butcher.

The honor of Toka.

It is there between the lances.

No man can cross it and live.

I hold you here in my hand.

Sleep well until I close it.

As I was going over,

Gilgare Mountain,

I met Colonel Pepper and his money.

He was Calvin.

I drew forth my pistol

that I ran from my saber,

saying stand and deliver

for my amable receiver.

My servant,

and black folded at you.

Black folded at you.

Black folded at you.

And you're skiing at you.

Ooh, picking up pawpaws

and putting them in a basket.

Picking up pawpaws

and putting them in a basket.

Picking up pawpaws

and putting them in a basket.

Way down yonder in the pawpaw patch.

Which way to go, boy?

I can't find her.

Which way to go, boy?

I can't find her.

Which way to go, boy?

I can't find her.

Way down yonder in the pawpaw patch.

Sure is a beautiful day.

Say you're doing fine.

Another hour or so

and you'll have enough salt boiled

to last us the whole winter.

Another hour or so.

And how was your hunting?

Best getaway sauce.

Backnoon, possum, squirrel, deer.

Even a great big fat brown bear.

You saw them.

I guess that means your rifle didn't feel like going off today.

Nope.

Take like her was just fine, but it was...

We didn't feel hungry.

You didn't feel hungry.

The cuckoo is a pretty bird.

She sings as she flies.

She brings us flat tidings

and she tells us no lies.

And she tells us no lies.

Surely it's a beautiful day.

My, aren't we all little mockingbirds today?

What about you were going fishing?

No bait.

Besides...

You weren't hungry.

You just certainly have been busy.

Another hour or so.

And we'll have enough salt for the whole winter.

However, without meat, this lovely salt is all going to go to waste, isn't it?

Becky.

And you mighty hunters may not be hungry, but my, my, my, are.

You'll finish the sauce. We'll do the hunting.

Filing salt, woman's work.

Then try berry picking.

Berry picking!

Israel, there comes a time in every man's life when he's got a fight or decide to try something else.

And this is one of those try something else times.

Berry picking?

One thing horrible, Cam, see me?

He'd never let me forget it.

Berry picking!

Shall I pour?

Can I stir?

Berry picking!

Berry picking!

Women's work!

Women's work! Men's work! Men's work!

Who world's good pot?

My compliments, General.

Splendid weather for Cam painting.

Is it not?

I drew forth my pistols and rattled my sabers, saying stand and deliver, for I am a bold receiver.

Whack, for the daddy-o.

Whack, for the daddy-o.

Oh, let's give them a job.

Please, someone.

You've got to help.

You can't let them.

They won't take me alive.

I can't let them.

I can't let it happen.

Poor man, he seems half frightened to death.

Well, the man gets that one. He's run too long and too far.

Son, are you sure he didn't say anything?

Why is here? Where he's going?

Like I said, Paul, he was just fair.

He's bedded right above the ground. Singing that funny song.

I guess next time I'll think twice before I send you, Barry, picking a loan.

Anything? Nothing that would help much.

Whoever Israel's friend is, he's alone.

Judging by what little sign I could find, he's traveled a long way.

I sure don't make a lot of sense.

A British lieutenant alone wandering here in the wilderness half out of his mind.

I still say we should leave, Daniel. Go back to the Kentucky.

In the dark, packing a full-grown man.

I know it sounds strange, but...

There's something about this place.

The stillness of a long-forgotten graveyard.

You think you'll suck off the nashes?

There is a hunter and his name is Death.

He's here, Daniel. I know I can't explain it, but somehow I know Death is here.

More than likely it's your Cherokee heritage, Poppin' not only mango.

It's not the Englishman, Ennio. It makes you want to jump in shadows and turn fiction into fact.

You won't take me. Not this time.

Not you. Not 500 animals like you.

You have to kill me first.

Here and now, animal.

Relax, lieutenant. Nobody's going to get killed.

At least he's not here anyway.

Who are you?

Daniel Boone, my wife, Rebecca, my daughter, Jemima, my son, Israel.

He answers to mango. He's a friend of mine. Becky?

Thank you. Mima.

You. You're not one of them?

One of whom?

It was in Salem.

They came for me, two of them.

We crossed the Alleghenes.

Afterwards, there were eight more.

Then we went west.

I can't remember very clearly after that, except that I got away.

I got away.

And they won't take me again.

Well, I don't know about who's going to take who, but I do know that unless we get something hot into you, there won't be anything left to take.

Two questions, lieutenant. Who are you?

What are you running from?

Pit can.

Henry Pit can.

Pit can. Second regiment, his Majesty's own Fusiliz.

As to what I'm running from.

A chamber of horrors.

Men call a nightmare.

A ghost of ambition.

A thing that died and won't be buried.

It calls itself Shawnee.

This may not be solid, but it's hot.

You people fighting me here is like a miracle.

We didn't find you.

Israel did.

He's like you popped dry out of the ground.

Lieutenant, about what happened.

Are you telling us that Shawnee went all the way up into Carolina's looking for you?

All the way there, bone and back.

An Indian lieutenant, that kind of hatred, can only mean one thing.

Very special enemy.

To a soldier, Indian.

Hating people is like burning your own house down to get rid of a rat.

A repast fit only for angels.

Or for a man too long between meals.

I'll get you some more.

About the Shawnee, lieutenant.

Or did you lose him?

You don't measure a lifetime in miles, boom.

A couple of days.

Three a.i.i.i.I. can't remember.

And as I said, Daniel, this is no place for us.

And I'm not just speaking of a feeling now.

I might be right, mingle.

It's time we were heading home.

Paul, you said we could sleep out tonight.

Well, I was before I found out it got dark when the sun goes down.

Dan?

It is called...

Shawnee.

Find the others.

Bring them here.

Aren't you a little far from home, friend?

Where Shawnee stands is his home.

And perhaps we ought to take some weight off your legs.

Between our people, they can never be peace Cherokee.

But this night the fight is not between us.

Run!

Sit down and have a bowl of soup with us.

May there is only one hunger.

You took me once, Shawnee.

It won't take me again.

We have waited long, but you're too long.

We will wait no longer. None of us.

Brad, you'll have to wait a little longer, friend.

He's with us.

You're a woman? Your children?

Mm-hmm.

Put them between me and what is mine to claim.

And you put them in a grave.

The choice is yours, butcher. Five lives more?

Or what?

Not even a Shawnee laughs at two rifles.

There must be more of them out there.

We need to retire down until we get light to move.

It can't be.

It's not.

It's not.

It's not.

It's not.

It's not.

It can't.

You know, what Shawnee's do to prisoners, Mingle?

I know.

Mm-hmm.

One thing about the Shawnee, they almost always keep their promises.

Over there, Daniel. There's not enough cover here.

Stand and fight.

There's a savage alive who'll face powder and shot it.

Fire rifles coming and I got warned.

Even a savage can redogs like that.

Come on, picture.

Only one way out. But Daniel, I know it may be just what they want,

but start running and don't look back.

I still say we should stand and fight.

Only when we can't do anything else, but can't get on my back.

Slowly, brother.

All we have to do is make certain the rabbit follows the right path

and he will snare himself.

I'm not going to be a rabbit.

I'm not going to be a rabbit.

I'm not going to be a rabbit.

I'm not going to be a rabbit.

I'm not going to be a rabbit.

I'm not going to be a rabbit.

I'm not going to be a rabbit.

I'm not going to be a rabbit.

I'm not going to be a rabbit.

I'm not going to be a rabbit.

I'm not going to be a rabbit.

I'm not going to be a rabbit.

I'm not going to be a rabbit.

It's so quiet.

Dad, what is it?

Whatever it is, it's got a cave and right now I can't thank

for putting your sight going, Becky.

And if we can't go in there, don't tell me me.

Don't tell me, men, go tell where.

We shot you.

Back from the grave.

The nightmare, they promised me.

Go on, Becky!

Brandon, you don't understand.

Take care, take cover.

How is it?

It's not easy.

Get something over shore.

It'll be all right.

And stay put.

Then you'll get them out of here.

Keep running.

Put your way through, will you?

Just don't stay here.

It isn't true.

I can't hear your voices.

I can't see you.

There's nothing here.

Nothing just dirt and ashes in the memory.

Nothing more just dirt and ashes.

No.

Here's there.

The rabbit can run no more.

Not from us, not from what he is.

There's enough for now.

Get care! They're gone.

The ghosts.

The memory. Gone!

They're not ready to stand,

but they won't come.

There's no hurry now.

This is where they wanted us to be.

Why not us to be?

This is Vishasya.

Living legend known and feared among all the nations.

Vishasya.

The face of 1000 spirits.

The ghosts of long, the ghost's only dead.

Cannot remain buried.

Cry out for retribution.

Ambulance.

Ghosts to cry for the blood of the man

who committed them to the horror of an endless purgatory.

Without Anna.

Without hope.

The

Our dance news somewhere out of this awful place.

Maybe for a spirit.

Of course, I don't reckon we're ready to shake hands with our strategy.

I know.

We'll find a way to get them out.

And us too.

For their sake, I've tried not to show how frightened I am.

But I've just about run out of ways to spell hope.

Now, start all over.

The time you get to the end again,

we'll probably be sitting in front of our own fireplace.

The room is open.

Huh, what is it?

Sounds like a baby.

We can't be Jemima. Not here.

Here it can be Rebecca.

Believe me, in this place anything can happen.

It was fear made the first gods in the world.

If they're in your face, Indian,

the ignorance and the superstition of the dark ages.

And that bit can't.

Is that a voice calling from the dark ages?

Or is it a voice calling you?

Only one way to find out.

No, Daniel.

It's a bit can they want, not us.

Don't go in there.

Oh, it's a baby. I know it is. A real live baby.

I don't go.

None of us will know what it is, will we?

No.

Judge, as I thought, nothing but the wind.

That bit can.

Is that just the wind?

The wind. Nothing else.

Nothing else.

So it was. Not a spirit. Not a ghost. Just a...

Just a wind.

And that, Daniel. Is that just the wind?

It's probably been up there for years.

Found to come down sometime.

Just when you walked under it. Call it what you will, Daniel.

Superstitioned. Fantasy. Old wives tale. Mirage.

I say there are spirits here.

Spirits that cannot be at rest.

Until the dishonor is avenged.

Daniel, you've got to leave this place.

It may go on not much for goblins and spirits.

And I do agree that we'd be a sight more comfortable somewhere else.

Catch us. How do we talk to Sean E. and to turn in their box?

Spirits are real.

They're here.

They're here for me.

For me alone.

Please, keep them away.

Don't let those things touch me.

Good, Cairn.

Those are spirits I'm flying on a broom handle right now.

We've got a flesh and blood problem and that's all.

There's like our Sean E. friends want to talk.

Talk won't help, Daniel.

It's a pit can there after.

Stay put.

You're a woman and you're children.

This does not have to be their grave.

Fine.

And we'll just walk on out of here.

You and yours go.

We will even give you a break.

You and yours go.

We will even give you back the life of your Cherokee dog.

But the butcher, he stays.

Suppose we don't go along with you.

Then the face of Warshasho will be scarred with six new graves.

Maybe more.

Maybe ten, twelve, maybe even sixteen.

A small price to pay for what must be done.

You'd kill us and yourselves just to destroy an enemy.

Not an enemy.

You were my enemy.

The Cherokee is my enemy and I honor you.

But he is a butcher.

A jackal with a face of a warrior and a heart of a dog.

I'm a soldier.

I act in under Otis.

Pit can.

What you are and what you were that doesn't count now.

What does count is here and now.

Whatever he did, I can't put him over your fires.

He stays with us.

Whatever he did.

Hear me.

A soldier is a warrior and no warrior would make war on old men and women and children.

Only a jackal.

Look about you.

Look into the gray mist and the red dirt of Warshasho.

And see, you're a soldier.

You're a soldier.

You're a soldier.

Look into the gray mist and the red dirt of Warshasho.

And see, 200 Shawnee.

The pride of the Eagle Clan.

Then look again.

And see, only ten lived.

I had a woman.

And I had a daughter.

And I had a son.

Where are they now?

They are crying under the gray mist and the red dirt of Warshasho.

Crying for freedom from a death that came in the night and left them without honor, without hope.

He did that.

Behind his red coat jackals in his Mohawk dogs he came.

And when he was gone, my people were dead.

And their spirits were imprisoned in their shame.

That is why we have searched for him for sixteen years.

That is why he is here.

Not to die the death of an enemy, but to die as the jackal he is here at Warshasho.

Only then.

In the spirits of my people have peace.

Now let him stay with you.

Now let him cling to life behind your rifles.

And then watch him die.

As you will die.

We will come when the moon is above my head.

Stand with him.

And you will die.

Stand with him.

And you will die with him.

Good turn.

What I did, I did under orders. I am a soldier.

You must understand that.

I am a soldier.

You better get back inside.

What will it be, Daniel? Six graves or one?

The choice is yours alone.

The choice is yours.

You can't stop the moon from moving, Daniel.

Any more than you can turn back the hands of a clock.

Decision, Mr. Bloom.

The dark shadow in office it was lived with and died for.

Corress and the prisoner. Do you ever hear of that, Becky?

That's Shawnee for burn a man at stake.

Or if they paint the prisoner black,

then they start in with a firebrand before they really get down to the roasting.

They've got a right to hear it, Becky. It's their choice too.

We can fight, Daniel, but we can't win.

None of us.

If we don't fight, does that mean they'll do those awful things to him?

More than likely.

Did I say we fight?

I was hoping you'd say that, son.

Either way, Mr. Bloom, it's quite hopeless.

I appreciate the gesture. I appreciate everything.

But I think it's time to take my evening constitution.

You don't have to go that far. Not yet.

It might be another way.

Another way.

You're forgetting that I'm old black fish is adopted son.

And that makes me as much Shawnee as our friends out there.

I might be able to force him into a different kind of fight to settle this.

If you was the gladiator instead of Estevana,

it won't work, Daniel. I'll put these Shawnee.

Let's either that or...

Pitcare!

Pitcare!

Mr. Bloom, this is the way it has to be.

Let's call it the last corset santress.

How to die like a soldier.

But before we begin our lesson, it might be pertinent to instruct our more primitive brethren...

in the first lesson of military strategy, how to win a battle.

You call it butchery. I call it tactics.

You call it dishonorable to attack with surprise as a major weapon.

I call it the expediency of victory.

Your warrior's outnumbered is too one.

I call it the last one.

You call it the last one.

You call it the last one.

You call it the last one.

You call it the last one.

You call it the last one.

Your warrior's outnumbered is too one.

We were fighting you in your own terrain.

We had no artillery.

What would you have to do, send you our battle plan.

Fools, a chief headquarters. That was their idea.

Whoa!

You didn't know that, did you, Mr. Boone?

That was a major.

That's the regiment.

But they broke me after we shot you.

Said I, uh,

this great's the uniform.

Never could understand that.

It was a moon this night.

Very still.

I split my command into three platoons

and set my mohawks into killer dogs.

And then we went in.

Quietly as possible.

It was so quiet.

I remember the sound of my saber as I drew it.

Wepper will in the north.

Then I ordered the charge.

We hit them from three sides.

Pistols, saber, and then torches.

Once, twice,

three times we went through.

I meant followed the orders to the letter.

Kill the men first.

Then burn out the lotto.

Then burn out the lodges.

And the women.

And the children.

You see, it had to be that way.

You cut a tree at its roots.

And the enemy is no more.

Finished.

Gone.

Annihilated.

After.

Afterwards.

We tried to shut it out.

But I could still hear the screams.

I started singing.

I ordered the men to sing too.

And went away.

I drew forth my pistols.

And I rattled my saber.

Saying stand and deliver.

For I am a bold deceiver.

My shurium durum da.

Whack, bolder dario.

Whack, bolder dario.

There's whiskey in the jar.

There's whiskey in the jar.

There's whiskey in the jar.

You can put your people at rest.

There's nothing to avenge.

His guilt has done that for you.

For 16 years we saw his life.

But who can kill a man who is already dead.

My people are at peace.

Time to go home now.

Ah! Listen!

The birds have come back.

As the Shawnees said Israel,

his people have found their peace now.

It's Battery!

Can your old friend be a man...

thicker numbing?

From the Cuchen cap on the top of old land to the deal of his raw high shoes

The rhythm is crarinous, fightless men, the frontier ever knew

Daniel Boone was a man, yes a big man

And he fought for America to make all America's free

What a fool, what a do, what a dream come true

What a fool, how a do, what a dream come true, what a team