Those idiots. You sure don't look
like an injun. Got guts I give you
The Scott guard cuts the ropes away from John's hands.
I am, Cherokee.
The guard throws the rope on the ground near the tents edge. He smiles at John.
All right. Don’t get excited. I
don’t want know bloody nose.
He points to the tent entrance and escorts John inside the command post tent.
INT. COMMAND POST TENT
Oil lanterns sit around the tent. General Scott sits behind a field desk with Captain Compton to one side. Two Colonels nearby are eating and talking. They stop and look.
The Scott Guard stands beside John Ross.
Your Indian, sir.
The General is relaxed.
Thank you, corporal. Resume your
The guard exits in a relaxed military manner.
General Scott gestures to a chair near him.