Sevier rides from a nearby stockade and joins Casteel.
Four hundred depressed prisoners sit around the stockade walls. Many low inaudible conversations are going on.
Stockade guards silhouettes can be seen against the moonlit sky as they march the catwalk above. The Cherokee conversations overlap as they now speak in a quiet roar.
Mamma, I'm hungry. What are they
going to do with us? Oh God. How
could this be?
INT. FRONT GATES, STOCKADE NUMBER SIX
Casteel rides past six armed guards at the front gate, he moves inside and the guard’s slam the gate shut. Casteel stops and dismounts. He looks at the nearby Prince casually standing and talking with his men.
Sergeant Prince, bring the prisoner.
The sergeant takes notice and turns to the guards.
Bring me the troop killer.
Two guards go to a dark corner and pull Paul Deerinwater to his feet. He is bound and gagged. Paul has dried blood on his face. The guards drag Paul in front of Casteel.
Are you, Paul Deerinwater?
Paul nods yes. The major gives the lethal order.
You are hereby sentenced to death
for the murder of Corporal Robert
Conroy. Put him on the wall!
The guards drag Paul to the stockade wall. A third guard