The five white men are concerned.
The Chief glances at them and turns to The Ridge. He speaks English with an accent.
Ridge, you are but a leader of your
own band. I am Village Chief of all
Cherokee who range here. I decide at
this council fire.
The Ridge takes a moment to look into the eyes of each white trader. The time is tense.
They are all very uncomfortable as each face is scanned.
The Ridge is more diplomatic.
This is the land of our ancestors.
You know this is wrong.
Your challenge surprises me, but
I guess every minnow wants to be
The Ridge is firm in his answer.
No, a fish, like you, sees only
the bait not the hook.
EXT. CHEROKEE VILLAGE PERIMETER
Two soldiers steal through the underbrush drawing large hunting knives.
Two Cherokee sentries watch the village and their immediate area. The soldiers simultaneously attack the sentries and kill them. The soldiers look back across the river. One soldier takes two pieces of styled flint from his pocket and sparks them together.
EXT. RIVER BANK ACROSS FROM THE CHEROKEE VILLAGE