The Manitou1978

John Singing Rock:
Are you the fellow looking to find himself a medicine man?

Harry Erskine:
That's right. I'm Harry Erskine. Word sure gets around, doesn't it?

John Singing Rock:
Hard not to. You've been to five different medicine men already.

Harry Erskine:
That's right.

John Singing Rock:
What does a white man want with Indian magic?

Harry Erskine:
There's a 400-year-old medicine man that's being reincarnated on the back of a woman that I know.

John Singing Rock:
How well do you know this woman?

Harry Erskine:
Quite well.

John Singing Rock:
Well, that should help. Love is one of the strongest medicines there is.

Harry Erskine:
[nervously] Can you help me?

John Singing Rock:
Mr. Erskine, have you ever heard of Gitche Manitou? [Harry Erskine shakes his head 'no'] Well, Gitche Manitou is the Great Spirit among Indians. A bit like your Jesus or Jehovah. And what you're dealing with is the manitou, or spirit, of a great medicine man. Possibly in his fourth or fifth reincarnation.

Harry Erskine:
[frightened] Is that bad?

John Singing Rock:
For you, yes. Each time a manitou lives, he gains in strength. By the eighth reincarnation, he can join Gitche Manitou as a permenant spirit. Until then, the more lives lived, the more powerful.

Harry Erskine:
Well, how... how do you stop it?

John Singing Rock:
You don't. You don't halt it. You don't slow it down. Each manitou has its own momentum. All you can do is divert the spell and send it back from whence it came. But, that would take lots of power to force a manitou to make a 180-degree turn. And, so powerful a medicine man, you might have to wait until he leaves the woman's body.

Harry Erskine:
[horrified] That would kill her!

John Singing Rock:
It would kill her body. But her spirit would live in the medicine man.

Harry Erskine:
[disgustedly] 'Spirit would live'! Great!

John Singing Rock:
There's only one thing I know that might stop him.

Harry Erskine:
What's that?

John Singing Rock:
Evoke the powers of other spirits.

Harry Erskine:
Well, how... how would I do that?

John Singing Rock:
[sarcastically] Well, Mountain is good. Try Wind. That's one of my favorites. Tell them John Singing Rock sent you.

Harry Erskine:
[angrily] Why won't you help me?

John Singing Rock:
[turning serious] Mr. Erskine, you see this valley? From where we stand, there's over a half-million acres of land. Some of the richest farmland in the world. Two hundred years ago, my ancestors owned all of this land. Now it's under title to the Missouri Holding Company. I don't want your pleas for help, Mr. White Man! I don't need your money!