Unexpectedly four Indians emerge from the tree line in the distance. Their weapons down, they make the sign of peace and enter the whitemans' camp. "Now is the time for some frontier hospitality," the settler thinks to himself and offers the Indians some coffee. One accepts, sits down and asks for a bit of sugar. The others standby, looking on with wary eyes. The buffalo hunter is on guard too; he doesn't much like the odds if the parlay turns disagreeable...
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