runs his horse down Main Street to Stan Watie and stops. Major Whitekiller speaks while he catches his breath.
Sir, the capitol has been secured.
We control Chief Ross' offices,
the treasury and all access roads.
The Capitol City is ours.
General Watie is pleased.
Very good, Major Whitekiller. Relay
my gratitude to the men.
The Major salutes. He turns his horse and speeds away. General Watie speaks loud to people hiding in their homes.
Don’t be afraid. I am General Stan
Watie. Your capitol city is secure.
I have assumed governing as Chief.
Union sympathizers may surrender
to any of my soldiers and be
guaranteed good treatment.
People look out the windows and doorways. The people of Park Hill slowly begin to walk out.
Stan Watie relaxes and looks at his officers and troops.
Steady rifles. Continue to post
the guard. Let the men socialize
The rifles go down with clicking and clanging as they are put away. Twenty soldiers from each position ride away with
unintelligible commands shouted in the background.
General Watie looks toward Sergeant Jumper as soldiers dismount and go to visit the people.