Blackfish: Well. Howdy-do, Sheltowee.
Boone: Howdy-do, Chiungalla.
Blackfish: Sheltowee, my son, what made you run away?
Boone: Well, father, I missed my family so bad, I had to come back to see them.
Blackfish: If you had asked me, I’d have let you come.
Boone: That may be. But, if this is so, why has my father brought the white men of the British governor with him? These men are now the enemies of my people, here.
Blackfish: Sheltowee, we have come to take your fort. I agreed with the Redcoat Chief, Hamilton, that if you surrender, I will take you all to Chalawcotha, or Detroit, and you will be treated well. If not... (he makes a gesture suggesting violence, or war.)
Boone: Father, I have been among my Shawnee brothers for so long, that there are new leaders here that I must council with. They do not trust the British officers.
Blackfish: (nods in understanding) Then, you may bring these men out, that we may all hold council together.
Boone: To treat for peace would sound grateful to their ears.
Boone signals for the white negotiators to come out. Blackfish signals for his men and the British advisors to come forward. Several warriors spread blankets to sit on. One warrior near Blackfish holds a calumet. Lt. DeQuindre of the Detroit, British militia, with a British standard, is also near Blackfish.
Blackfish: (takes a letter from DeQuindre and hands it to Boone.) The Redcoat chief, Hamilton, send this letter to the men of Fort Boone. (Boone looks at letter and passes it on.) He says, the great, white father, King George, does not want us to kill white men, women and children, but you are bad children who will not obey him. If you do not surrender, I cannot answer for what my young warriors will do if bloodshed begins.
(Boone holds a quick, whispered council with the other Boonesborough men.)
Boone: My white brothers, here, are proud warriors. Their hearts wish for peace with the Shawanese, but they do not trust the words of the Redcoat governor, who buys the scalps of their women and children. They are prepared to defend our fort as long as one of us lives.
(DeQuindre steps up and consults with Blackfish.)
Blackfish:(turning back to Boone) By what right have you white people taken possession of this country?
Boone: My people lawfully purchased this region of Kanta-ke from the Cherokee peoples at the Sycamore Shoals with our white chief, Henderson.
Blackfish:(turning to Cherokee ambassador) Did the Cherokee people sell this country to these whites?
(The Cherokee chief nods affirmatively. The British officers step in and they, Blackfish and the other Indians hold a quick, huddled council. Blackfish steps back to the Boonesborough men.)
Blackfish: If your claim is true, as I am told, then this changes much. I and my British brothers propose that we make a treaty of peace with your people. May the river, Ohio, be the boundary between us, After a time of council, perhaps our people may cross again to hunt and trade together, freely.
Boone: (checks with his men, then says:) To this peace with our Shawanese brothers, we are willing to agree, if we do not have to give our homes and families over to the Redcoat governor.
Blackfish: Brothers, this is well. We sha1l make a long and lasting treaty. But, first, we must shake 1ong hands, your men with mine, to make our treaty, binding.
(The Indians, two of them to each of the Boonesborough men, step forward to grasp hands. The Boonesborough men, reluctant, but looking at each other, quickly, they agree. They are on their guard. As the “binding” handshake begins, Calloway, begins to shy away. Blackfish, then, gives a loud command to the warriors in Shawnee, the warriors seize the Boonesborough men to try and take them prisoners, and the parley fight breaks out.)