Stan is harsh.
My brother is dead. You betrayed your
friend. I hold you accountable for
the murders committed today.
John is dismayed by the news of his friends death.
I will grieve, but I don’t carry the
responsibility. He alone does that.
Stan is angry.
Your lackeys have now killed The
Ridge. Your will come, soon.
John is not going to take this insult.
You and your brother live outside
of council law. Your ambition for
wealth has caused you to ride as
a General in a covert army, when
our nation has treaties with the
Union. My friend signed a treaty
without the council. These are
the deeds that cause death by our
law. You should not be surprised.
General Watie glares at John and rides on in front of his large column of soldiers.
A young Cherokee boy walks from the Livery Stable leading a strong black horse. He hands the reins to John as John watches Stan Watie ride away.
Chief Ross, your horse.
John smiles and pats the boy on the head. He hands him a silver coin. John mounts up and rides away.