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I tell him。 And all he ever asks in return is just a cup of liquid。 Doesn't even have to be good likker。 Corn whisky or bad Spanish rum are just fine with him； isn't that right； Lolla…Wossiky？〃
〃Very so right； Mr。 Excellency；〃 said Lolla…Wossiky。 His speech was surprisingly clear； for a Red。 Especially a drunken Red。
Hooch saw Jackson study the one…eyed Red with disgust。 Then the Tennizy lawyer's gaze shifted to the door； where the tall； strong； defiant Red was standing。 Hooch enjoyed watching Jackson's face。 From disgust； his expression plainly changed to anger。 Anger and； yes； fear。 Oh； yes； you aren't fearless； Mr。 Jackson。 You know what Lolla…Wossiky's brother is。 He's your enemy； and my enemy； the enemy of every White man who ever wants to have this land； because sometime this uppity Red is going to put his tommy…hawk in your head and peel off your scalp real slow； and he won't sell it to no Frenchman； neither； Mr。 Jackson； he'll keep it and give it to his children； and say to them； 〃This is the only good White man。 This is the only White man who doesn't break his word。 This is what you do to White men。〃 Hooch knew it； Harrison knew it； and Jackson knew it。 That young buck by the door was death。 That young buck was White men forced to live east of the mountains； all crammed into the old towns with all their lawyers and professors and hightoned people who never gave you room to breathe。 People like Jackson himself； in fact。 Hooch gave one snort of laughter at that idea。 Jackson was exactly the sort of man that folks moved west to get away from。 How far west will I have to go before the lawyers lose the trail and get left behind？
〃I see you've noticed Ta…Kumsaw。 Lolla…Wossiky's older brother； and my very； very dear friend。 Why； I've known that lad since before his father died。 Look what a strong buck he's grown into！〃
If Ta…Kumsaw noticed how he was being ridiculed； he showed no sign of it。 He looked at no person in the room。 Instead he looked out the window on the wall behind the governor。 Didn't fool Hooch； though。 Hooch knew what he was watching； and had a pretty good idea what Ta…Kumsaw was feeling； too。 These Reds； they took family real serious。 Ta…Kumsaw was secretly watching his brother； and if Lolla…Wossiky was too likkered up to feel any shame； that just meant Ta…Kumsaw would feel it all the more。
〃Ta…Kumsaw；〃 said Harrison。 〃You see I've poured a drink for you。 e； sit down and drink； and we can talk。〃
At Harrison's words； Lolla…Wossiky went rigid。 Was it possible that the drink wasn't for him； after all？ But Ta…Kumsaw did not twitch； did not show any sign that he heard。
〃You see？〃 said Harrison to Jackson。 〃Ta…Kumsaw isn't even civilized enough to sit down and have a convivial drink with friends。 But his younger brother is civilized； isn't he？ Aren't you； Lolly？ I'm sorry I don't have a chair for you； my friend； but you can sit on the floor under my table here； sit right at my feet； and drink this rum。〃
〃You are remarkable kind；〃 said Lolla…Wossiky in that clear； precise speech of his。 To Hooch's surprise； the one…eyed Red did not scramble for the cup。 Instead he walked carefully； each step a labor of precision； and took the cup between only slightly trembling hands。 Then he knelt down before Harrison's table and； still balancing the cup； sank into a seated position； his legs crossed。
But he was still out in front of the table； not under it； and Harrison pointed this out to him。 〃I'd like you to sit under my table；〃 said the governor。 〃I'd regard it as a great courtesy to me if you would。〃
So Lolla…Wossiky bent his head almost down into his lap and waddled on his buttocks until he was under the table。 It was very hard for him to drink in that position； since he couldn't lift his head straight up； let alone tip it back to drain the cup。 But he managed anyway； drinking carefully； rocking from one side to the other。
All this time； Ta…Kumsaw said nary a word。 Didn't even show that he saw how his brother was being humiliated。 Oh； thought Hooch； oh； the fire that burns in that boy's heart。 Harrison's taking a real risk here。 Besides； if he's Lolla…Wossiky's brother； he must know Harrison shot his daddy during the Red uprisings back in the nineties sometime； when General Wayne was fighting the French。 A man doesn't forget that kind of thing； especially a Red man； and here Harrison was testing him； testing him right to the limit。
〃Now that everybody's fortable；〃 said Harrison； 〃why don't you set down and tell us what you came for； Ta…Kumsaw。〃
Ta…Kumsaw didn't sit。 Didn't close the door； didn't take a step farther into the room。 〃I speaking for Shaw…Nee； Caska…Skeeaw； Pee…Orawa； Winny…Baygo。〃
〃Now； Ta…Kumsaw； you know that you don't even speak for all the Shaw…Nee； and you sure don't speak for the others。〃
〃All tribes who sip General Wayne's treaty。〃 Ta…Kumsaw went on as if Harrison hadn't said a thing。 〃Treaty says Whites don't sell whisky to Reds。〃
〃That's right；〃 said Harrison。 〃And we're keeping that treaty。〃
Ta…Kumsaw didn't look at Hooch； but he lifted his hand and pointed at him。 Hooch felt the gesture as if Ta…Kumsaw had actually touched him with that finger。 It didn't make him mad this time； it plain scared him。 He heard that some Reds had a e…hither so strong that didn't no hex protect you； so they could lure you off into the woods alone and slice you to bits with their knives； just to hear you scream。 That's what Hooch thought of； when he felt Ta…Kumsaw point to him with hatred。
〃Why are you pointing at my old friend Hooch Palmer？〃 asked Harrison。
〃Oh； I reckon nobody likes me today；〃 Hooch said。 He laughed； but it didn't dispel his fear after all。
〃He bring his flatboat of whisky；〃 said Ta…Kumsaw。
〃Well； he brought a lot of things；〃 said Harrison。 〃But if he brought whisky； it'll be delivered to the sutler here in the fort and not a drop of it will be sold to the Reds； you can be sure。 We uphold that treaty； Ta…Kumsaw； even though you Reds aren't keeping it too good lately。 It's got so flatboats can't travel alone down the Hio no more； my friend； and if things don't let up； I reckon the army's going to have to take some action。〃
〃Burn a village？〃 asked Ta…Kumsaw。 〃Shoot down our babies？ Our old people？ Our women？〃
〃Where do you get these ideas？〃 said Harrison。 He sounded downright offended； even though Hooch knew right well that Ta…Kumsaw was describing the typical army operation。
Hooch spoke right up； in fact。 〃You Reds burn out helpless farmers in their cabins and pioneers on their flatboats； don't you？ So why do you figure your villages should be any safer； you tell me that！〃
Ta…Kumsaw still didn't look at him。 〃English law says； Kill the man who steals your land； you are not bad。 Kill a man to steal his land； and you are very bad。 When we kill White farmers； we are not bad。 When you kill Red people who live here a thousand years； you are very bad。 Treaty says； stay all east of My…Ammy River； but they don't stay； and you help them。〃
〃Mr。 Palmer here spoke out of turn；〃 said Harrison。 〃No matter what you savages do to our people torturing the men； raping the women； carrying off the ch