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Never, never, anywhere in the whole world has there been a bound piece made.

I can outshoot this little old beauty.

In cludent, the biggest cannon ever built.

Now, just feast your eyes, friend.

Sadie!

Loud talkin' little lady, do anything but dance.

You just fire her off once every band Kentucky's just gonna belly over and quit.

Oh, ya hagawata.

How does it shield like nothing you ever saw?

I tell you what I am going to do.

You just load these mangy, worthless, thinkin' pelts into my canoe

and I let the Cherokee have my Sadie.

Now, mine.

Hey, what a hagawata.

How it shoots?

Yee-wah!

Now!

I'm glad to oblige.

Now, I want you to stand clear.

Wouldn't want anyone of you to get scared.

You ready?

Yeah, well, now I could figure in how this thing works.

Ha, ha ha, ha, ha ha.

When I did not tell you that was loudest talkin' on earth, I never built.

Mango.

Ever watching the wire you do pick the right time, right place to drop in.

Will you kindly tell these grinning baboons that I am or friend, and am the trait of a lifetime?

There you go!

Why couldn't you let the

people be stbowin'

And the

Yes a big man, with an eye like an eagle and as tall as a mountain boy.

Daniel Boone was a man, yes a big man, and he fought for America to make all Americans free.

From the kooskin camp, from the top of old hand to the hill of his craw by shoe.

The rip and his roar and his fight and his friend, the frontier ever knew.

What a fun time to do, what a dream come true, what a dream, what a dream come true, what a sea.

They're out there paw, battered and wailed and twice as hungry.

Why, I got him staring back.

But pout I'll get away.

Not if you stare hard enough and long enough.

Anybody can catch a fish with a hook and worm, if it takes a real fisherman to catch one with a look.

A look?

Just staring back and all you gotta do is reach down and pluck them out like berries off a bush.

Of course you gotta be careful, especially those big old catfish.

They're pretty good stares themselves.

What about a trapper once who tried to out stare at one?

The story goes to catch a fish up and caught him.

It's all the same paw. You face your way and I'll face mom.

I guess he's the story I ever heard.

I'm science.

What is this?

Yeah, kid!

It's a somatos!

Hurry!

He's still delirious.

The fever's down, son.

All we can do is wait.

It just don't make sense.

The egg gun won't pack enough.

It just don't make sense.

We haven't done a kunagat in thought.

I say we back-trail and hunt for a sign.

Back-trail mose? How far up the river?

Take ten men a month to cover both banks.

Be like looking for ghost shadows at midnight.

You're going off with a trigger itch.

That might be what we come up with.

Ghost!

The ad tells us who, when, and why.

We're not going anywhere.

How about you, sincenitis?

Don't you think we're wasting time?

I need all time, as you had kids.

All right, until he comes round, we wait.

Promise me, promise me, yeah, it's going to be all right.

I wish I could, is you?

That's out of our hands.

He's got a chance, and so on.

Who would do it, Pa? Who would you, Yanken?

I don't know, but I just yet.

And I will.

I can promise you that, it's worth it.

Tell me for that, Becky. At least not now.

He's draining real good, Dannel.

No sign of mortification.

See, there's gone down.

Well, I know I'm not strumming the heart.

That can't be no one but, sincenitis.

And you're way too ugly to pass through them big pearly gates.

Dad, kid!

He's coming out.

I knew you'd be all right, I knew it.

I'm glad you were right, boy.

Dad, what happened?

I don't know, Dannel.

The man who shot you, Dad, did you see who it was?

I saw him.

Just tell us who and where, Yad. We'll do the rest.

Yeah, right, right.

Dannel.

It's best you and I finish this together alone.

We've got to ride to here, Yad. All of you.

Who done it, Yad?

It weren't, engine.

A crick, I think.

A name, one word, Dannel. A name.

Mingo.

Mingo.

Mingo.

For one, I never did trust that high talking Indian.

I say, let's go get him, right now.

All right.

Now hold it.

Ain't nobody gonna know where to we find out what this is.

Yeah, do we find out what this is all about?

Yeah, do you sure?

I'm sure that world above the salt lake, I would trade with the Cherokee.

Just trade no travel.

Mingo, come in.

The Cherokee, all of them got it first.

Then Mingo shot me.

No reason, he just pulled a trigger.

Don't settle it, nothing will.

I say we run down at half-breed butcher, starting right now tonight.

Now hold on. All of you.

Stand peed into Cherokee country and you're gonna make any sense of this.

It's only gonna make it worse.

There's gotta be some reason for what happened to Yadd.

The hole in his height should be reasoner for you.

He's supposed to be a friend of yours.

So is Mingo.

And that next bringing him in, my job and mine alone.

Daddle.

He got three-four brains with him.

Don't worry, Yaddian.

Stay flat.

Dan, it's just got to be a mistake.

Give me two days. If I'm not back then.

We'll settle this our way.

Friend of yours are not Daddle.

We'll settle this.

Hey, what are you doing out here?

Don't let him do it, Pa. Don't let him hurt Mingo.

You heard what Yaddian said. If Mingo did shoot him.

He didn't do it, Pa. Mingo couldn't hurt Yaddian.

You believe that, Pa? Don't you?

Son, you get a little older.

You learn that money don't make a man rich.

Friends do.

I haven't got so many, I can spare one.

Especially Mingo.

So whatever he tells me, I'll believe.

No matter what I'll believe him.

Fair enough?

You'd better go back in the house and help you man.

Mingo did it to Pa. He didn't do it.

He didn't do it to me.

Mother, what happened?

I saw him in her house.

He was black right around.

Here, here.

an uncle mentioned.

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One that carries a whip.

Daniel, when an Indian moves up on a camp that quietly,

usually means only one thing.

I've been looking for an enemy scout.

Not being an Indian mango.

I never was much interested in scouts.

Friend or enemy.

Myself, be more interested in these horses.

So are the Shawnee.

Seems these ponies were borrowed from a certain Shawnee Cheeks Lodge two weeks ago.

And now he's probably turned the Ohio inside out trying to find me.

Well, this rabbit won't make a banquet, but it's filling.

You're welcome to share it with me.

Find looking a bunch of pelts, compliments of the Shawnee.

Here, Daniel.

It'll be a sad day when they're gone.

Without such enemies to raid, life would hardly be worth a living.

They're always friends.

What is it, Daniel? What's wrong?

Came across a Cherokee village a few miles back, burned out.

Three dead, one not much more than a boy.

Some horses were stolen.

Dad's been shot, mango, for a bunch of pelts.

He said you did it.

I said, we waste enough time.

There's nothing more to talk about.

Times come, we settle this thing our own way.

Come on, come on, come on.

Mango ain't had he say it.

Do we hear him out? Nothing settled.

But Daniel said you'd have a fair trial.

Your side of it is starting now.

Why, Mango? That's all I want to know. Why?

You see me here, Yad?

And you still say I did this to you?

He still says it, Mango.

Either you or your ghost. I never heard of a ghost pulling the trigger.

A ghost?

Tom, that wrong, Mango. Tom, you didn't do it.

Tell us, Mango.

There are some things there are no answers, Daniel.

No ghost, I've pulled the trigger.

Mango, please.

It's done. Words can't change it.

Well, if that don't nail down, it'll end up nothing will.

Or maybe it'll get plain a boom.

Maybe you'd like to give your red-eyed friend a rifle and let him show us how he shot you again.

We've been listening long enough.

Now it's time we've done some talking.

And the only kind of talking that makes any sense.

We've got a rope, we've got trees, and we've got a deadweight.

Let's put him together!

No rope and no trees.

Goonie, try to kill Yachin. Be in your friend, don't change that.

He was my friend's got nothing to do with it.

If you use that rope, this will end where it started.

And the scar you won't want to live with.

Now there's a magistrate in Salem. Let him settle it.

Four walls and an iron door. Not for me, Daniel.

My way or theirs? Take your choice.

Let's go.

Not that way, not now.

Park, copy and stick. Mingle didn't mean it.

I said I'd believe it when he told me. I believe it.

Like you say, no more talk. This time that's the way I'll bring him back.

It's gotta be with Stake.

Close. Stay out of it. It's between Daniel and Mingle.

Their way, their terms. That's the way it has to be.

It's funny, he never even said war.

He never said war.

Show! She know a day.

Tennessee!

The

The

Royalny of the Cherokees. Seated in counsel. Great honor for any man.

Of any tribe. Of course, your warriors could be a little more polite about the invite.

He didn't folks over the head ain't the most practical way to keep in France.

I'm told you!

Trahuity, you should take it!

You know her face?

I know her.

I know her.

I know her.

I know her.

I know this night she will burn funeral fires.

Three of them.

He would mitt.

You saw her people die.

I saw death.

A nashes.

And an old woman singing her song of death.

Hear me, Daniel Boone.

In Chote, this night there are empty lodges

and women tearing their hair.

Nine warriors are dead, and one boy killed by creek dogs.

This is the way it has been.

This is the way it will be.

But this night, old men also cry.

Because the leader of the creek warriors was one of our own.

The one who carries the whip.

The one we called Brother.

The one I called Brother.

I now call my enemy.

One side of your face calls him Brother.

The other enemy.

You fought with him before.

Perhaps you fought with him again against the Cherokee.

Show us which side of your face speaks true, Daniel Boone.

Show us the face of the one who carries the whip

that we may show him, his grave.

And if I don't, then his fire will be your fire.

His death, your death.

And show me his death.

You must hold life by your fingernails, Daniel Boone,

to trade it for a man already dead.

Go on, see me.

Hear me, Mato.

My life is mine to trade, but not to shame.

No fire can burn that.

This night in my lodge, there is also blood and tears.

This night in Boonsboro, there is talk of hate

and war against the Cherokee.

Why?

Because Mingo, the one who carries the whip, has betrayed me.

If he has brought dishonor on the Cherokee, then he has shamed me.

And that is why I will not show his face.

For his face is mine to bury, and mine alone.

Which side of your face is Daniel Boone?

Which side is true?

Your son is setting, Mato Waugh.

You are as an old woman who cannot chew her own meat,

or who does not own her own mind.

You want proof? I'll give you proof.

You're away, the Cherokee fire test.

And if I lie to flames who turn my face,

and if I tell you the truth, the flame will not turn my face.

Look, Mato Waugh.

Let the flames show you the truth.

Find him, Boone.

Find the one who carries the whip.

Kill him, and kill your shame.

But bring me his body.

Failing this, and his death will still be waiting.

Will you go now?

Failing this, and his death will still be waiting.

Failing this, and his death will still be waiting.

Failing this, and his death will still be waiting.

Failing this, and his death will still be waiting.

Failing this, and his death will still be waiting.

Failing this, and his death will still be waiting.

Failing this, and his death will still be waiting.

Failing this, and his death will still be waiting.

Failing this, and his death will still be waiting.

Failing this, and his death will still be waiting.

Failing this, and his death will still be waiting.

Failing this, and his death will still be waiting.

Failing this, and his death will still be waiting.

Failing this, and his death will still be waiting.

Failing this, and his death will still be waiting.

Failing this, and his death will still be waiting.

Failing this, and his death will still be waiting.

Failing this, and his death will still be waiting.

Failing this, and his death will still be waiting.

Failing this, and his death will still be waiting.

Failing this, and his death will still be waiting.

Failing this, and his death will still be waiting.

Failing this, and his death will still be waiting.

Failing this, and his death will still be waiting.

Failing this, and his death will still be waiting.

Failing this, and his death will still be waiting.

Failing this, and his death will still be waiting.

Sorry, Daniel.

I had to stop you.

If only it were true, Daniel.

If only we were masters of our fate.

It's come to this, because there is no other road for me.

Don't follow me, Daniel.

If you do, one of us will have to die.

Hope it doesn't.

Hope it that you will have to die.

Do it now.

Hope not that time behind you.

Time to tell him what he has done.

Help him beat your ego.

God will he not.

Aww.

One rifle, one bullet.

Who will claim it?

For two days, my chin has been on my shoulder, waiting.

I knew you would come to find an empty grave.

And the man three years dead.

The grave was empty.

I've not what you left there.

It feeds behind my eyes.

It feeds here, where your rifle gained its life.

It feeds here.

A death will not die, until you die.

But when I found you, there was no life left.

I thought you were dead.

And you buried me.

The shallow hole in the black mud of the Kentate, wet with cold, swamp water and warm blood.

The sun was hot in my face, and you covered it with mud.

And you sang my death song.

But I sang another song, a song of war.

I battled death, until the sun once more was hot on my face.

Musgrads, and lizards, and dying rook from dead trees would lie back in my body.

But your face, staring at me, when I looked into quiet water, your face kept me alive.

A hand for a hand, a foot for a foot, a death for a death.

No, not just a death, but a grave.

In this I dug in the black mud of your honor.

By wearing this face we were both cursed with, when I killed your people without honor.

Now you are lorned, and cold, as I was.

I am not alone. I still have this.

And you still have your honor. You pulled that trigger once. You will not pull it again.

Run, my brother. Hide in the wet mud of your grave.

Stand, and face the death that is here and now.

You can't no man happy till he be dead.

And this night, my brother, you will find your happiness.

These dogs, you call your friends. Do I kill them now or afterwards?

They will not interfere. Kill me and you are free to go. I give you my word.

Your word?

The word of a dead man is as the heir, and just as quickly forgotten.

But I will take it, because what is between us is here and now.

Here and now. Your grave. As I promised.

As I promised.

You must have a strain of mules somewhere in your head, Sisci.

Stand, Daniel.

So, what's the grave?

He lived and he came back to bury me. Not as a warrior. Not even as an enemy.

But as a brother. You could have told me.

I told you what? Let a spirit shut the adkin. Let a memory put on a face.

The two men were cursed to share. No, Daniel.

Taramingo is my ghost. It's for me and me alone to put him back in his grave.

But he was right.

I pulled the trigger once.

I couldn't do it again. Not even when they tied me to a tree.

Not even when all I could see and feel was his whip.

I just couldn't hate.

Which way were they headed?

Creek country. Only I can follow.

Till then, it's done.

You got food and water? That ought to hold you till I get back.

Daniel. There are three Creek graves with him.

You have no weapons.

Might be I can talk him into Sharon.

Daniel. He's mine. It's for me to finish.

There's still the adkin and there's still the Cherokee.

This won't be finished until there's only one mango.

There's no one in the forest.

There's no one in the forest.

There's no one in the forest.

There's no one in the forest.

There's no one in the forest.

There's no one in the forest.

There's no one in the forest.

There's no one in the forest.

There's no one in the forest.

There's no one in the forest.

There's no one in the forest.

This ramrod won't go as far as a bullet, but it'll do just as much damage.

That axe looks pretty heavy. Why don't you just lay it down there?

You're a fool. You have a rifle. Why don't you use it?

I think I'll let the Cherokee settle this. Our mango.

You're still alive and waiting. Let's go.

If you think I'm going back with you alive, you're twice a fool.

That's what I figured. I might just have to talk into that.

And that makes you three times a fool.

I'm going back with you.

I'm going back with you alive.

I'm going back with you alive.

There's no one in the forest.

There's no one in the forest.

There's no one in the forest.

There's no one in the forest.

There's no one in the forest.

There's no one in the forest.

There's no one in the forest.

There's no one in the forest.

There's no one in the forest.

There's no one in the forest.

There's no one in the forest.

There's no one in the forest.

There's no one in the forest.

There's no one in the forest.

There's no one in the forest.

There's no one in the forest.

There's no one in the forest.

There's no one in the forest.

Bitches.

Ah!

It was for me to do, Daniel.

Not you.

I am my brother's keeper.

Yes, if you're going to kill me, why not just beat me to death with a club?

That's for shooting me and not telling me it wasn't you that did it.

Israel, one thing I don't understand.

Why were you so sure men go didn't do it?

Easy. If men go a hat, shot, yeah, it can.

Yeah, it can be dead.

Daniel Thune was a man, just a big man.

With a knife like an eagle and as tall as a mountain was he.

From the coon skin cap on the top of old land to the ear of his raw by shoe.

The rip of this glorious, whiteness man, the frontier ever knew.

Daniel Thune was a man, just a big man.

And he fought for America to make all American screams.

What a fun, what a doer, what a dream come true.

What a fun, what a doer, what a dream come true, what a key.