He pulls a handkerchief from his pocket, rubs his wounded hand in the salt, wraps it with the handkerchief and keeps serving.
The sergeant looks at the raged Cherokee going through the line.
Come on, hurry up. We gotta get back
to the rail head. If you wanta eat
The Cherokee begin to settle down around the walls again and slowly eat and feed their children.
Quatie sits against the stockade wall, feeding a small female child when Moon comes to her.
You need rest. I will feed the children.
Quatie is to busy to hear.
Moon, I've got too many sick people
to help. I can’t rest. Feed this
child, I'll give the medicine. Is
the herb bag here?
Moon digs in a large leather pouch and finds the herb bag.
Yes, I have it.
Quatie stands and takes the bag. Moon sits and takes the child in her arms looking at Quatie.
Take her with the other children
when you have finished. Ruth is
taking care of the orphans until
we find their parents.