I'm going to watch this murder. This is my punishment I'm going to watch my firent die. Bow Boy stand up.
I leave you life. I will help you save you. I am not a man who takes life, I save lives. I will save you go come my friend
I can't believe. This can't be true . But it's true. That white soldier a small saint, is traying to save Bow Boy. I wonder if other fleeing Indians see that I wonder if it gives them hope. I wonder if this act of loves makes it easier for them to face death. In the midst of all this murder, one soldier has refused to participate. He has chosen to opposite of revenge Somehow that one white boy, that Small Saint, has held on to a good and king heart . A courageous and beautiful heart. I have to help him
Not ais not fear my friend, I am going to help you to run away, to save yourself. " In this world which do everything to destroy itself it seems to me not a so bad idea to want to try to pick up the pieces a little "
"Their bombs will once kill, my gesture will kill for all the eternity". I take you towards the other Indians, towards yours.