a lamp turns up, casting a glow over dunbar's incredibly cramped quarters.
dunbar is snoring. the lantern is turned down low. a horse whinnies loudly and dunbar arises.
lieutenant dunbar has gotten a beautiful shine out of his best boots. he's putting the finishing touches on one of the toes.
dunbar huddles beneath the warmth of his buffalo robe. he is finishing up the second of two drawings. it is a portrait of wind in his hair, he carefully titles it "the fierce one." he has already completed a likeness of kicking bird and underneath it the words "the quiet one."
lieutenant dunbar is asleep in the moonlight. the rumbling is getting louder. it wakes him. he gropes about, lights the lantern and listens to the strange, powerful sound.