Mingo
"You might think a little differently if you had a knife at your throat!"
Daniel to Sam about friendship: "I am. So is the man you're about to use that knife on."
Daniel to Mingo about the events: "Mingo, you and me take a little walk."
Daniel allows this man much leeway. I was a few seconds from being killed by my own knife. I will trust Daniel with my life, until my last breath. But still, the hate in this friend of his, for my kind, for the color of my skin, I see and feel but Daniel is blind to it.
Daniel thinks I am too emotionally involved in the murder of White Cloud. He believes that my skin, for once, doesn't allow me to act or think in a reasonable fashion. The man saved his life. He cannot believe he would murder an Indian. Will Daniel ever see this hate or feel it perhaps? Because he is unable to hate my people simply for their color or their customs, he cannot understand this man's hate. Daniel befriended him out of a sense of duty.