(enter Chief Barking Buffalo)
 
Chief: Congratulations, gentleman! The cavalry took one look at our horrifying
       costumes and, overcome with fright, immediately surrendered without our
       having to lift a finger - or a scalp.
 
Braves: Yovasqatsi!
 
Fox:   The sudden victory did come as a surprise but so did that
       Ancient Indian Tradition you mentioned to me at their surrender.
 
Chief: Do you mean the Ancient Indian Tradition of maintaining peace by having
       a member of the losing side marry a daughter of the leader of the
       winning side?
 
Fox:   Yes, that's the one.
 
Chief: I wrote it myself, this morning.
 
Fox:   But you only have one daughter, the Indian Princess Gushing Fountain.
 
Braves: Ugh!
 
Chief: Bothersome but true. She has long been past a respectable age
       for an Indian Princess to marry. I decided that this would be the
       perfect chance to help her along. 
       I just sent our tribal messenger, Running Rooster, to Fort Gouting 
       to announce my terms for a lasting peace.
       Unfortunately, my daughter's temperament is well known and I do not
       expect an eager volunteer for her hand. But if my plans succeed,
       Gushing Fountain will marry and, of course, live with her husband at
       Fort Gouting thirty miles away! 
       When I realized what I did, I felt guilty for a moment. But the 
       Cavalry is getting their just desserts for their constant interference!