Charlie Meeker

The great chief of the Sioux Indians is sitting bull is a rather difficult chapter meet especially when he's planning for war Run-tier gentlemen Herewith an Englishman's account of life and death in the West as a reporter for the London Times He writes his colorful and unusual accounts But as a man with a gun he lives and becomes a part of the violent years in the new territories

Now starring John Dainer, this is the story of J.B. Kendall, frontier gentleman. The distance from south Sunday to Rosebud in Montana, territory, is about 30 miles. Due to a heavy rainstorm and my lack of funds, it had taken me a week to reach Rosebud.

Luckily, when I arrived, my remittance from England, $250, had already been forwarded I was once again solvent. After posting off my weekly report to the London Times, I went to the most likely place in Rosebud to get local color and information.

Except for the bartender polishing his glasses and a cat on the bar. The place was quite empty. I ordered a drink. Two bits. Thank you. It's alright. I'm a hot shop cat. Where are you from, mister?

London. London, England. That's right. That's right. Where if that don't beat all, my great grandpa come from there? Hey, Jackson Beeson's a name? J.B. Kendall. Well, howdy. Howdy, do you do, sir? Tell me, Mr. Beeson, what's the situation with the Indians these days?

Well, now you come to the right place for that bit in the movie. Oh, get away, Cat. Yes, sir, we're going to have trouble. You can thank your stars if we got General Gibbon here, keeping an eye out.