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Mingle, Mingle!

Not it.

And last I found you.

Two days now I've been following your tracks.

I need your help.

What is it?

What's wrong?

My father.

I hear much talk of a new white man's law at Logan's fort.

I went there to find out.

Someone shut up me and drove me away.

Yes, I've heard the same talk myself.

Indians being driven from their own lands.

My father is a brave man, Mingle.

He will not be driven off land.

That belongs to him.

Does it belong to him, Kanadi?

Legally?

It is mine.

And what is mine is my father's.

It's a so healing.

In this white man's language.

It's you's all right.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

It's you's all right.

A land grant for service in the Continental Army.

I see you've transferred the title to your father.

Crawford Green.

A gift from me.

His son.

Kanadi Green.

But I'm afraid that without that piece of paper

they will take it away from him.

Mingle.

My father.

Give him the title of paper.

He is the best and godmother of his family.

You come here.

Yeah.

Move the platform and then go against him.

Then do them.

They'll be wrong with you.

Daniel Boone, Daniel Boone.

What a doer, what a dream come and doer, what a Daniel Boone.

From the tomb's tomb, from the top of old dandelier,

the hill of his forehead chewed.

The rip and his floor and his spankness man,

the runn' deer ever knew.

Daniel Boone was a man, his big man.

And he fought for an aridicist who made

called an aridicist free.

What a doer, what a doer, what a dream come and doer, what a be.

Look, Rebecca, it's almost a perfect play.

You still don't look like you can tuck you into me, Mingo.

Your hair is too long.

I don't know.

We can fix that easily enough.

Rebecca?

Oh, Mingo, I couldn't.

Get to me, I'll do it.

Well, thank you, Israel.

I want my hair cut off, not my head.

Rebecca, it has to be done.

Ha, ask Mingo to let me do some of the cotton.

I got a better idea, son.

Why don't you go out and told him that word like you're supposed to.

Oh, Pa.

It's not fit you got on.

Does that have anything to do with that young engine boy that was killed?

In case I run into his killer, I don't want to make things easy for him.

What are you planning on doing?

Go to Logan's fort, try to take care of Kanati's last request.

Well, that's a far piece if you want me to come along now, Daniel.

The new settlers have just arrived.

They'll be needing your help.

This place you're going is not exactly known for hospitality

to strangers.

Don't worry, Daniel.

Think how much worse it would be if I wrote in there

as an Indian stranger.

Well, if you're not back in a week, I'm going to come looking for you.

It might take that long for your wife to get up the courage to cut my hair.

All right, Mingo.

All right.

Here goes.

Go back to business.

Something I can do for you, Mr. M..

Yes, I'd like a room.

Well, I wish you had one available.

It seems so quiet around here.

That's the way we like it quiet.

Yes, well, what about the room?

You're just passing through.

Well, if you mean that I come to settle here, the answer is no.

How long you expect him to stay?

You certainly ask a lot of questions for Tapp and Keeper.

We don't nestle up to strangers.

That's a strange attitude for a man who rents out rooms.

Maybe you ought to change your profession.

Money ain't everything.

Oh, I guess it isn't.

How about the room?

50 cents a day in advance, put your mark in here.

Ah, you don't want a mind-old Ruben here, Mr. Mingle?

It's been so long since we had any travelers through here.

He just done forgot his mask.

Do that door, third room on our right.

My name's Boker. Does that mean anything to you?

No, I'm afraid it doesn't.

And you come quite a ways, Mr. Mingle.

Because everybody within 100 miles knows the name Boker.

That's a pleasure meeting you, anyway.

What brings you to Logan's port?

One thing was a phone of a warm bed and a place to clean up.

I know what you mean.

I've been trail dusty and bone-wearing myself a few times.

You should not have let him stay without Logan's say-so.

You tend to look like Logan.

Logan's not here.

I'll do the thinking.

He's probably just a trapper passing through, and I hope so.

But I got the feeling I know him from somewhere.

Except I never heard nobody talk that fancy before.

Maybe they never heard him talk.

Maybe just seeing him.

Yeah. Maybe.

Come in.

I'll come back to clean up after you've gone out.

Would you mind cleaning up now?

This place is even dusty than I am.

As you wish.

My name is Mingle. What's yours?

Alkeny Matthews.

Alkeny. What a pretty name.

I've never been in Logan's fort before.

What's it like, Alkeny?

Like all young settlements trying to grow.

I always thought a community's growth depended on youth settlers,

but they don't seem to encourage newcomers here.

There are enough people in Logan's fort.

According to whom? His fellow Logan?

You know who worked, Logan?

No, but I've seen his name everywhere. He must be very important.

He is.

Alkeny.

It sounds Cherokee, isn't it?

Yes. And Matthews is Scottish.

I met no offense.

Well then, why didn't you ask about the Scottish part?

I have a great many friends among the Cherokee.

Some of them lifelong friends whom I hold very dear.

Then you don't belong in Logan's fort.

You must be the stranger, Rodian, earlier.

That's right. My name is Mingle.

Sorry.

Well, he was traveled swiftly here at Logan's fort.

Don't he has short ways to go.

And your name?

That is Hill.

Dispenser and a porter of law and order in this year's settlement.

Not to mention such public services as acting preacher at wedding

and funerals.

Your dropper. Come to sell first.

No, no, I'm not selling anything.

Getting married?

Oh no.

Well then, what in tarnation you plaguing me for? Can't you see I'm busy?

John Mills essay on Liberty.

It warms the citizens' heart to see the law's deputy reading

the fine words of a courageous thinker.

It helps past time, that's all.

He was writing about a civilizing 100 years ago.

His words don't hold no water out here in the frontier.

Our problems are a might different.

I always thought that Liberty was for all the edges, Mr. Hill.

Now, what is it you want?

I'm looking for an Indian by the name of Crawford Green.

Do you have any idea where I can find him?

Old Craw Green.

He picked up six.

When?

Eight, nine months ago.

Well, do you know where he went?

I don't keep a record of every red skin breed that comes and goes around here.

Old Craw moved when all of moved.

All of them.

Indians and half breeds too. They run them all out.

Law and order committee.

And these Indians, were they settlers?

Some were.

Well, who got their land when they left?

White men.

Titles weren't registered.

And them that were, were illegal.

They're red skins, aren't they?

Kentucky's a white men's territory.

You're not much of an American if you say it isn't.

American by whose standards?

Broke Logan's.

A piece of advice.

Logan owns the tavern, the trader store, and everything else for miles around.

He's no man to fool with.

And neither am I.

Why don't you tell me where Craw Green used to live?

Somewhere as a few miles he see here, I don't exactly know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't exactly know.

Mr. Hill.

That is.

You and I both know that you have records with all the locations of the homes in this area,

including Craw Green.

I'm a patient, man, Thaddeus, but not too patient.

And so I'll tell you what I'm going to do.

I'm going to give you one hour to look through those records and find that location.

Do you understand?

I'm going to do it.

I'm going to do it.

I'm going to do it.

I'm going to do it.

I'm going to do it.

I'm going to do it.

I'm going to do it.

I'm going to do it.

I'm going to do it.

I'm going to do it.

I'm going to do it.

I'm going to do it.

No.

This ain't no rest in place.

You work here, too.

It keeps me out of trouble.

Well, stop trading post you have here.

If it's a mail you're hankering for, we're fresh out.

Well, then, I'll have an ale. That is a bar, isn't it?

There ain't no more ale.

Here's the ruin.

Now, is there something else you'd be wanting, Mr. Mingle?

You might be able to save me some time with that, Mr. Boca.

You wouldn't happen to know where Carl Green lived before he left?

No, I wouldn't.

And neither would anybody else in here.

So just save your breath.

Now, I'm going to be asking you a few questions.

Where are you from?

Boons, borrow.

How long you plan on staying here?

Well, that depends.

On what?

On how soon I find what I'm looking for.

And when you do, then what?

I can't be sure.

That depends on what I find.

It's a secret, huh?

More of a personal matter.

Uh-huh.

Well, folks here in Logan's fort, we don't cotton too much to

string a stick in the nose inward, ain't got their concern.

Mr. Boca, I wouldn't be here if it weren't my concern.

Now, if there's anything else you'd like to ask me...

No, I reckon not.

Take him up.

Whoa!

Very kind of, you, O'Kenny.

Don't take it personally.

I'd do the same for a wounded animal.

I think you're all the same.

I'll pack you saddlebag.

Well, I'm not leaving.

You're not leaving.

You like to be hurt?

I asked to see Crow Green's place.

I haven't seen it yet.

If you stay, then you're the one causing trouble.

They've told you, Crow Green has gone with the others.

Why can't I see his place?

Because you're trying to make trouble for the law and order committee.

Or the law and order committee.

Which consists of one man, Logan, who's forced all the Indians and half breeds from their homes.

Except you, it seems.

Yes.

Except me.

Because I am Logan's woman.

You see, I figured he was a trapper passing through.

So, I figured if we refused him without any reason,

then it would look like we was hiding something.

And then it turns out he's looking for old Crow Green.

So when he'd come in here, after paying a visit to Thaddeus here,

I'll let him know, clear and simple, we don't like his snooping around.

No one was to stop here without my permission.

Yes, but you wasn't here.

My orders were, and you chose to ignore them.

I told him we shouldn't give him out their own.

Well, at least we've gained one thing.

Thaddeus here has demonstrated his loyalty, isn't that truth, Thaddeus?

I went right to moker. This man. He's not ordinary.

Oh. And what way does he stand out?

He didn't impress me as the kind of people who run.

But you did get him out of here, didn't you?

Well, I don't know.

Well, me and the boys, we gave him a terrible beating.

Did me rub him. Did he?

Yes, moker.

I told you, this man's not like no one you know, except maybe yourself.

Is he still here, moker?

Well, he's...

Come on, Thaddeus.

I'll not leave until I see Crow Green's place.

So why don't you tell me where it is?

Mr. Logan has come to see you.

Oh, well, let him come in.

I'll keenly I'd like a few words alone with this gentleman.

Are you with the government?

Why do you want to know?

You answer me and I'll tell you.

No, I'm not.

We've had to stretch the law a bit around here to get rid of some troublemakers.

You mean the Indians?

I mean Indians.

Well, your men stretch the law a little bit with me too.

Government agents understand our problems out here, and they usually look the other way when we break a rule or two.

We had to be sure about you.

You know, I don't think I like your community, Mr. Logan.

No one asked you to.

Now, will you be needing any supplies before you ride out of here?

You must know by now I'm not leaving.

Thaddeus here, among others, has told you that old Indian breed no longer lives in Logan's sport.

So he has.

But, as the Cherokee say, he's given his voice to you.

Do you know about the Cherokees?

I, uh, try to know as much as I can about the people I call my friends.

You were right, Thaddeus.

This gentleman is no ordinary man.

Now, I give you my voice.

Craw green is no longer here. Do you accept it?

I accept it.

I'm glad you do.

But I still intend to see his place.

Give the paper to, uh, what you name?

Mingo.

To Mango.

The location of Craw green's place.

Shall we go?

Did you get comfortable in a Wi-Fi?

en foreseeing you.

Hello my friend.

Not much of a place as you can see.

Pro didn't have any ambition.

Quite sight.

I can't blame him seeing that he was an Indian.

Satisfied?

I know.

What if you gentlemen know what this is?

Got no idea.

This is an image of Nuri, Cherokee Earth God.

The promises are good harvest.

They'd be better off with hard work than relying on promises.

It seems to me Mr. Logan that you and I know a different breed of Cherokee.

The ones I know take pride in hard work.

You know Craw Green?

No.

You've bundled me, Mango.

Why do you waste so much time on a red skin you don't even know?

Let's say I owe it to an old friend.

Fair enough.

Now it appears that I value my time more highly than you do.

So we're going to be riding back to the settlement now.

You wouldn't know where Craw Green went?

No.

I ask that cabin back there.

Craw Green still considers that his home.

I don't get the drift of your words.

No Cherokee would leave to settle in a new land without his Nuri.

He'd die first.

Well like you say, we must know a different breed of Cherokee.

That is, you're a reading man and a veteran of the wilderness.

Would you agree that the customs of the Cherokee vary where their gods are concerned?

Oh, I forgot your voice is owned by Mr. Logan here.

I don't know nothing about no Cherokees and their gods.

I think it's time you wrote out of here.

I still have reason to stay, Mr. Logan.

You know you try a man's patience to the quick.

Sorry it upsets you.

Mango, I don't make threats too often.

But what I do, I mean them.

I'm sure you do.

Alright, you better ride.

I will.

But I'm ready.

You've been warned.

Good evening, Thaddeus.

Still reading your essay on Liberty, I see?

I told you before, it helps past time.

Most people are asleep at this hour.

Unless they have trouble sleeping.

It's got nothing to do with it.

Sleep just don't come so easy when you get older.

You got no right bothering me in the middle of the night.

I came to ask you a few questions.

I got nothing to say to you, stranger.

Unless you do.

And you want to have something to say to yourself.

And when you do, maybe sleep won't be such a problem.

You're a bright man some ways.

A large fool and others.

You got any idea what Logan intends to do to you if you don't ride out of here?

You'll try to kill me.

You know that.

Then your dumber know who'd out a moment in the night so the coyote can find him.

And what's your life worth?

Living in fear so full of pain you can't draw one peaceful breath?

At least it's a life.

Why don't you leave Logan's fourth Thaddeus?

Well, I've been here too long.

It's my home.

Yes.

It was also Crow Green's home.

We've been over that ground.

Not all of it.

His land had the water.

Did he prevent the settlers from using it?

No, he didn't.

Well, what about now?

Does Logan let them have it for nothing?

There's a small monthly fee.

But the money's used to help build a community.

Help build Logan's power, you mean?

I look here, Mingo.

All you're gonna do is kick up a fuss and get your neck broken.

Now leave us be.

We made our bed.

We'll sleep in it.

The way you're sleeping now?

No Thaddeus.

You're a better man than that.

And that's why your stomach won't stop turning over and over.

But Logan owns this place, Mingo.

There's nothing can be done about it.

He does it on Crow Green's place.

Crow Green does.

If he's still alive.

Supposing you tell me about it Thaddeus?

All right.

I'll show you.

This is his grave.

Oh, Crow.

He was the toughest red skin you ever did see.

His body's getting on age.

He wouldn't budge for Logan.

How do you know?

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

How did it happen?

Press Boker let it slip out to me when he had too much to drink.

Said Logan come out here one night.

Follow Whiskey and hate.

And kill them.

Have you seen Logan?

Mingo.

I speak to you as a woman asking you not to force the drop in her blood.

Work Logan means well, but like any man is capable of violence.

Please get out of Logan's fort before you push him to it.

He doesn't mean well, Alkene.

You are wrong.

Indians and whites can't live together. You know that as well as I do.

Your mother was Cherokee. Your father is Scott.

Do you think they'd agree with you?

What do you know about Indians?

Worse yet half-breeds.

For your own sake Mingo go where you belong.

Now.

Alkene, look at me.

Tell me what you see.

A foolish man.

No. I mean a good close look.

My blood is mixed like yours Alkene.

That's right.

My father was an English officer.

He came here in a surveying expedition.

My mother. A full-blooded Cherokee.

But your speech.

I was educated across the sea at a school called Oxford.

Does anyone here know?

Only you.

But the close you were are those of a white man.

Yes, well the father's have to get me into trouble considering what I have to do here at Logan's fort.

Why?

You think I'm ashamed of being half Cherokee?

Because I assure you Alkene, when I return to Boone's borough,

I'll dress as I always do.

As a Cherokee.

So you are half-breed.

That does not change what I know.

Work Logan has done what had to be done.

He's a hard man, but a good man.

Good man.

Good man don't kill innocent people.

He did not kill anyone.

Alkene, he killed Crow Green.

I do not believe it.

I do not believe it.

I do not believe it.

I do not believe it.

I do not believe it.

I do not believe it.

I do not believe it.

I do not believe it.

I do not believe it.

I do not believe it.

I do not believe it.

I do not believe it.

I do not believe it.

I do not believe it.

I want to see Logan.

Where is he?

I don't know.

Strange coincidence, Mr. Boker.

I have one with the same initials.

I've had it since then.

I killed Crow Green's son.

So that's where I know you from.

You're a breed.

That's right.

Have a one.

Half of an other.

I want to take you apart with my bare hands.

What's the matter, press?

You've been up against any fight like that before.

Now come on.

Come on.

I'm going to get you.

I'm going to get you.

I'm going to get you.

I'm going to get you.

I'm going to get you.

I'm going to get you.

I'm going to get you.

I'm going to get you.

I'm going to get you.

I'm going to get you.

I'm going to get you.

I'm going to get you.

I'm going to get you.

I'm going to get you.

I'm going to get you.

No.

No.

No.

Get.

No, you don't.

No, no, no, no.

Now, you tell me, Boker, who put you up to killing Hernadi Green?

He was reaching for a knife.

It appears I saved your skin.

Never thought I'd live to see some put a stand up to Logan.

Don't get your hopes up. Logan ain't gonna let him stand much longer.

How good day, Mr. Logan?

I want your advice, Thaddeus.

What do you think Mingo is going to do?

Why don't Radley know?

Are you keeping anything from me Thaddeus?

I told you never to hold out on me Thaddeus.

I told you. I don't know.

But he's got the title of the Kraw-Green's place. I seen it.

I told you never to do anything.

I told you never to do anything.

I told you never to do anything.

You're okay, Nie?

I have to go clean the rooms.

I can wait.

You're troubled.

I had to do it.

Voker would have killed the stranger.

What is it, Alkeney?

It's everything.

You and I have always been honest with each other. You can tell me.

I've always believed that what you've done has been right.

And now?

Did you kill Kraw-Green?

He left with the others.

Mingo says you killed him.

Does she take the word of a stranger over mine?

I don't know what to believe.

Alkeney, what is it you want most in this life?

To live in peace as you promised we could.

And I've lived up to that promise.

I've changed this settlement from an overnight stop for whiskey traders and trappers.

And I've stopped the bloodletting between the Indians and the whites.

And what do you plan to do about Mingo?

But I've tried to appeal to him.

Mingo holds the title to that property. Do you know what that means?

The only water in this area runs through that land.

This settlement could die of thirst if I don't control it.

Mingo isn't that kind of man.

Perhaps you're right.

But I cannot risk the future of this settlement.

On a stranger who holds the most valuable piece of land.

Thank you, intend to.

No.

None of you do as I ask you to.

What can I do?

The title is in Mingo's room.

It must be.

You get it and you'll ride out of here on hard.

If not,

I'll kill him, okay?

Easy there. Easy there. Easy there.

What's he scared of?

Oh, he's not scared.

He's just trying to be friendly.

He's a fine looking horse.

Thank you.

Do you know where everybody's talking about you?

They are.

What are they saying?

My mom told me not to travel.

Oh, then, I suppose you shouldn't tell.

They say you like Indians.

Do you think it's bad for someone to like Indians?

Uh-uh.

Are you afraid of me?

Uh-uh.

Well, then, I consider that we can be friends, don't you think?

Hmm?

I reckon.

My friends find me candy sometimes.

Well, I wouldn't want to be any different.

There you are.

That'll take care of you, sweet tooth.

And your little friend, too.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Where?

You won't find the title there.

Well, what kind of a story did he sell you this time?

I am trying to save your life.

He must be getting desperate to use you.

Mingo, I know you're a strong man.

I watched you fight Boca.

But work Logan is not an ordinary man.

You must give him that title.

You still believe in him, don't you?

He said he didn't kill Craw Green.

I can show you Craw Green's grave.

Hit me in even power.

I don't want to see it!

Look, Alkeany, we all make mistakes.

Why don't you admit yours?

To yourself, at least.

All right.

I admit it.

Does that satisfy you?

You're still trying to protect him.

I'm not going to say anything.

You're still trying to protect him.

Why?

Logan is a half-breed, like us.

Only different.

He was reared as a warrior.

When he was only a boy, he fought many battles.

Even so, his own tribe cast him out because he was a breed.

He hates his mixed blood.

He spent many years denying it.

I'm the only one who knows his secret.

Nobody is going to stop him when he's so close to having his dream.

And what kind of a dream is that?

How can anyone deny what they are?

Mingo, save yourself, give him that title.

I have a better idea.

You come with me.

That is, you still are the duly authorized law here at Fort Logan, aren't you?

And since no member of the Green family is still alive,

the law says that this title belongs to the holder.

Is that right?

It is.

I want to transfer it to the name of Alkeny Matthews.

But that's the same as giving it to Logan.

That's a decision that Alkeny will have to make.

Well, there's one other item.

You still know what a war it is, don't you?

I do.

Then make one out for Roar Klogan,

charging him with the murder of Crawford Green.

Who's gone to serve it?

You are, Thaddeus.

And I'll stand behind you.

Tell me you're going to serve a war on Thaddeus.

Is that a fact Thaddeus?

Servant Thaddeus.

Servant Thaddeus.

Servant Thaddeus.

Servant Thaddeus.

Servant Thaddeus.

Servant.

Servant Thaddeus.

Logan, you told me Crawford Green moved on with the others.

I saw his grave.

Just sort of slipped my memory that, uh...

that he died suddenly.

Killed is a word.

Shut down.

By you.

You think these people are going to help you take me?

Knowing you're a breed?

They really don't have much choice.

Since you and I are both breeds.

No, King.

What are they doing?

An Indian ritual.

They fight till one of them returns to the earth.

They will not go away.

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Agh, agh!

No!

Who killed her?

I'm not going to kill you, Logan.

I'm going to leave it to the people of this settlement to determine your fate.

That is?

Okini?

Goodbye.

Goodbye. And thank you. I'll take good care of the land and the water will again belong to all, including the Indian when they return.

Just how long you going to stand there, young lady? We got a secretion to attend to.

Oh, Christening.

OK.