Why do they treat us so!
EXT. STOCKADE - MORNING
Five more stockades are being built. Three different U. S. Army cavalry platoons are mounted herding one hundred Cherokee prisoners into the log stockades.
A sergeant and five privates ride to the stockade aboard a cargo wagon pulled by mules and loaded with water barrels and salt pork.
Quatie walks to the rear of the fortress past the prisoners. She stops next to her mother. She kneels and puts her arm around her. They stand.
The wagon with supplies stops in the middle of the stockade. Quatie and her mother walk toward the wagon.
The sergeant gets off with his men.
All you injuns, line up it's breakfast
(turning to his men)
Cut about a half a hand size of that
salt pork, and one cup a water. Hurry
up, let's get the hell going.
The five Privates acknowledge and go about their jobs. Two Privates cut the sides of pork with large butcher knives. Two others pass out cups of water as the Cherokee pass by.
After two of the Cherokee get their meat and water, a third steps up to the first Private in the rear of the wagon.
The Private looks at the pork. He sees an unsalted corner that has maggots. He cuts it off and throws it on the ground. He keeps serving. The Cherokee are so tired and beaten they don't notice. They keep moving through the line.
The Private on the opposite side cuts his hand with the butcher knife and bleeds on the meat.