Kill them, John Ross.
The men appear frightened. John is concerned and thinks for a moment.
No, I cannot be like them.
The Ridge looks angry with the men and takes the hatchet from John. He suddenly buries the hatchet in the first man's head. The man’s eyes bulge and he drops to the ground dead with Ridge’s hatchet protruding from his forehead.
The remaining two men struggle to break free from the warriors holding them.
My young Cherokee Brother this
is truth. They are murdering
thieves. It is our law.
Ridge's anger projects onto a second man. He pulls his large knife and slashes his throat. The man drops to the ground gurgling.
The third man struggles with his captors.
John is shocked at this close up killing. The Ridge looks directly at John and addresses him again.
John Ross, kill the last murderer!
He killed a fine Cherokee
John looks at the bloody bodies on the ground and at The Ridge.
No, I am not the one to decide.
The Ridge smiles at him.
You may be judged as harshly by