Hostiles

Get down!

Get down!

Now...

...take it!

I don't fear death.

Don't you take another fucking step.

What do you want?

I am Black Hawk.

Son of Chief Yellow Hawk.

I know who you are.

What do you want?

My wife...

...Elk-Woman.

Our son, Little Bear.

And my sister, Living-Woman

A gift... for the lady.

I would...

...be honored...

...if she would wear these.

And Captain, I...

Enough!

Sit down!

Experiencing loss such as she has...

requires great strength.

The Comanche are still near.

They are Rattlesnake people. The worst kind.

I know who they are.

They do not discriminate.

They will track and attack your party. Ours, too.

We are ready for them.

You don't understand how grave the situation. They are unsound mind.

And very dangerous.

Remove this binds.

We can be of great help.

I'm not removing them.

You are making this more difficult than necessary.

Captain?

What?

The Chief is still uneasy.

He says Comanche will soon return.

He thinks we should...

...talk to them.

You and us.

I disagree.

But Captain... -Hold your tongue!

I've given you my opinion.

I told you. We must stand as one or they will kill us.

When one hunts for a rattlesnake...

...one may find it.

But it bites...

...before one can ever see it.

Thank you.