John smiles with acknowledgement. He turns to the front door and strolls out.
EXT. TRAIL NEXT TO FARM - LATE AFTERNOON
John walks casually home down a wooded trail. He comes upon three white men attacking an old Cherokee Farmer in his plowed field.
They beat him and drop the old man face down in the soft dirt. The criminals leave with his mule in tow.
John Ross runs toward them yelling.
A horse burst from the underbrush in front of John and suddenly stops him. It is The Ridge. He smiles.
You are a busy little man.
John blurts out.
Those men, hurt, Mr. Blackfox!
The Ridge steadies his fidgeting horse as he answers. In the background a warrior checks Mr. Blackfox.
I know. We heard you yell.
The Ridge's Cherokee warriors bring back the mule and three men with their hands tied behind their back. They throw them at the feet of The Ridge's horse.
A strong looking WARRIOR speaks as the men get up.
William Blackfox is dead.
The Ridge dismounts. He pulls his hatchet from his belt and gives it to John.