Let this be my last stand against the Indians. Tomorrow I will marry an Indian bride, and all of us will live together peacefully, until such time as our President needs to move you from desirable resource-laden lands to a more convenient dusty plain of our choosing. The terms of the alliance you propose seem fair, and honorable. Let us cement our friendship with the duel, the marriage, and a case of Coors Light. Now you're talking, Chief.
Nothing brings people together like the cool taste of the Rockies.
At ten paces, both men spin. He had no firearm. Only a hatchet. We've much to teach you about the world, Crazy Indian. Very much indeed.