never saw a hanged injun before?
The sheriff speaks up firmly.
Open the damn door, Lynch. That
mouth of your'in is givin me a
pain right square in the ass.
Lynch opens the metal barred door. A Cherokee man hangs by the neck in the back of the cell. The man is bloated from being there so long. The stench is making John ill. He puts his hand over his mouth.
John is pushed inside the large cell by the sheriff. The deputy glares cruelly at John. Deputy Lynch slams the metal door and leaves.
John is stressed. He takes a deep breath, closes his eyes and looks as if he's praying.
INT. BARN, DEERINWATER FARM HOUSE AREA
PAUL DEERINWATER, a thirty something Cherokee is working and singing to himself as he brushes one of the two horses in his stable.
Sunlight shines through the back window of the barn that creates ribbons of light across the barns well kept floor.
A horseman's shadowed silhouette ripples past the barn window, then another and another.
Paul looks up and walks to the barn exit to get a look.
Paul is peers toward his house.
He sees fifty soldiers on horseback, and three of them on the front porch of his small, white washed, wood sided house.
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