George Washington: (speaking to God) When will Spring ever come. Oh God, do I have the right to decide the fate of so many, of so much? Help me, help me.
Otumcas: Your God has come to your aid before, he will again. I am Otumcas, Chief of Shawnee.
George Washington: Otumcas.
Otumcas: Twenty two summers have come and gone since we met. Battle of Monongahela. I was leading a detachment to Virginia under the command of General Braddock.
George Washington: Yes of course July 17, 1755.
Otumcas: Red coat stood tall in sunlight like field of dry corn waiting for harvest time.
George Washington: Yes it was a slaughter. We lost half the British colonial army that day.
Otumcas: All British officiers in field fell, dead or wounded. All but you Washington.
George Washington: Yes I remember well.
Otumcas: Otumcas fired at Washington again and again, fifteen bullets at the heart, not one found it's mark. Has caused Otumcas much wonder.
George Washington: I was very fortunate that day
Otumcas: Not fortune, the great spirit protected Washington that day for good and great purpose.
George Washington: I wish I could believe that.
Otumcas: Believe it.