Daniel
"Like I said, he's a friend!"
Mingo has a knife at his throat
Mingo: "Chief White Cloud has been murdered by this friend of yours".
Sam: "If I was to kill me an Indian, it be face to face"
Sam saved my life. He feed me, he laughed with me, and he shared a love of forest and stream and hunting with me. It's obvious, he hates Indians. He nearly killed Mingo, my brother. I have not often seen Mingo that angry; the knife at his throat, his own knife, had a lot to do with it. The murder of his chief, a man of peace, has left him bitter. Mingo has always handled the insults and the hate of many others with an ease I could never fathom. He has known fears, I remember but the hate of the white men has never left him in the state he is in now. Mingo is my brother and my friend. My family is safe with him, like with no other. He is truly my friend.
But I have a debt of honour with Sam Hawkens.
Can I have two friends hating each other so much?
Can I ever see a day where Mingo, where all Indians, could live with white men who would not hate them so much.