the boys where infants, just after he came home from the Creek War.
John has a determined look. He speaks, making himself a promise.
I will right these wrongs. If it
takes the rest of my life.
John sits back in his chair, relaxes and closes his eyes.
EXT. RURAL ROAD, PARK HILL
John Ross rides a strong black horse. An older Baxter wearing sergeant’s stripes rides military escort. They move down a well-traveled dirt road.
A SUB-TITLE APPEARS: SIX MONTHS LATER
They see a sign that says – Tahlequah – 1 mile, Park Hill – 3 miles.
The two pass by a meadow with two thousand new grave markers in front of fresh graves.
TWO ROUGH AND RAGGEDLY DRESSED MEN jump from the brush with old military pistols drawn.
ROUGH MAN ONE
Give us your money.
John and Baxter just look at the pitiful sight of the shattered man.
Baxter pulls his revolver and shoots the man dead that spoke. He aims at the second man.
The man drops his gun and starts babbling.
ROUGH MAN TWO
I’m sorry. We ain’t bad men. We was
John looks at Baxter.