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How many is that?

Seventeen.

Your mama won't let you go.

I'm going to go.

I'm going to go.

I'm going to go.

Seventeen.

Your mama won't let us keep seventeen frogs, Georgia.

No.

But my daddy will.

He lets me have anything I want.

But that makes for poor character.

If you mean me.

Or at least that's what my papa says.

Who needs good character?

Besides, I'll have more fun.

What's your papa coming back?

It's supposed to be any day now.

I don't want you to go.

I know.

We could run off and live with the creek Indians.

My grandpa did.

You want to?

No.

My papa'd be too lonesome without me.

I can write letters?

I know how.

I know how to, you fenia.

But the point is,

who do I play with the whole long dreary winner?

Just have to cope, Georgia.

What is it?

It's a good time.

It's a good time.

It's a good time.

It's a good time.

It's a good time.

Let's go.

I'm going to move on fire.

I'm going to get on up to the big house.

So you heard that far from Kentucky then?

No, Captain.

We've been on the road two, three days.

There was no one in the talk.

I see.

Thank you, sir, for making such good speed.

Yes, sir.

What have happened?

Papa, what is it?

Your papa was on his way here to take your home, Fimi.

But his heart gave it out and he died.

He didn't suffer.

I'm so sorry.

She still has kin in Texas.

Sarah bought it.

All right, but I'm sure they'll take her.

Texas is not place for Fimi.

Isn't there somewhere we could keep?

But the girls are so close.

I don't think Sarah would agree to it.

Fimi's her sister.

We're just family friends.

Mama says your Uncle Bartlett's coming to get you, Fimi.

I wish you didn't have to go.

I want you to stay with me.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Oh, my.

You're all grown up.

I'm real sorry about your daddy, Fimi.

I'm not leaving Bartlett.

I see.

But Sarah and I are in Travis.

We want you to come and live with us, Fimi.

I won't go.

I won't live with Georgia.

She's my only friend.

Well, what about all them friends to be?

You going to disappoint them?

What about them sparkly Texas nights and fast Texas ponies, huh?

Honey.

The best thing I ever did in my life was marry your sister.

It seems to me that the next best thing would be to have you come and live with us.

Texas needs women like you and Sarah.

What do you say?

I want you to have this, Fimi.

My grandpa gave it to me.

He said the creeks made it.

You can keep important things in it.

I'll miss you so much.

I'm going to miss you too.

I...

I...

I...

You know.

I won't catch tadpoles till you come back, Fimi.

I promise.

You promise you'll write to me, promise.

You promise?

I promise.

I'm going to miss you.

Don't forget me.

You're awful quiet, Fimi.

You're scared of going to Texas.

No. What's it like?

Well, we got peach creeks right at our back door.

About 500 acres of grassland just waiting there for you to come and explore it.

And come spraying.

Texas lays out a carpet of wildflowers and even God,

his self looks down on the says, oh my, but that is pretty.

Oh, you're pretty.

pops

Danmusic, just like pop?

Come here.

Come here.

Who's going?

Travis, say hello to your little sister.

You sure are skinny.

I need you, Fimi.

Your brother needs civilizing.

You better be nice, little.

You remember, Tilda?

You're about three when we left Kentucky.

She's to haul you around, too.

Hello, Miss Fimi.

And this...

There she is, my little baby Johnny.

You're his aunt.

Would you like to haul them?

Uh-huh.

Yeah.

And we got another baby on the way.

Hey, Johnny.

Good to have the family back together again, little sister.

I'm worried about Fimi.

Oh, she's gonna be all right.

She's got you, Fini.

Might have been safer if she stayed in Georgia.

Looks like Mexico's gonna start a war.

What makes you say that?

General Elisimo Santa Ana is headed towards San Antonio

with 4,000 soldiers.

What happened to the petition for independence?

Yes, bid on.

There's a dictator who wants a Texas territory back in the colonist's alley.

If there is a war,

Texas Rangers will be called, won't they?

They need us here.

Just got home.

There.

Hold on then.

Got something for you.

Son, it's...

We're on Earth, did you find this?

If I could write the beauty of her eyes,

and in fresh ways number all Sarah's graces,

the age to come would say,

this poet lives.

It says Sarah?

No.

All right, I'm heading Shakespeare at Woody Allen.

Dear Georgia, I don't like Texas.

My sister Sarah is loud or makes me do work,

but she's pregnant, so maybe that's why.

I like to live in Bartlett, but he's always gone.

I haven't seen any Indians.

Everyone calls them savages.

Texas isn't even a state that belongs to the Mexicans.

I don't think I was born.

I think I'm just a store or someone made up.

What?

What?

What?

What's wrong with you?

What's wrong with you?

What's wrong with you?

I don't know.

I think I'm just a store or someone made up.

What?

What?

What's wrong with you?

Hey, Sarah.

Sarah!

I'm sorry, little girl.

We didn't see you there.

Sarah, there was a kid of sun!

They've been receiving conflicting reports about the Alamo.

Now, as you all know, it's been under constant siege

by Santa Ana in nearly four thousand years.

Sure as he came or something.

But I have received no message from the tenant to her.

Stupid.

It's general Sam Houston.

Now this morning, I learned that the Alamo has fallen.

Oh, my God, no!

No!

What happened?

Mexican's breached the wall.

Textions were killed every last one of them.

Santa Ana has vowed to kill every colonist from San Antonio to the Gulf of Mexico.

That's hot.

You can count on a Texas Rangers general.

You can count on all of us, sir.

This terrible slaughter of the Alamo must be avenged.

Yeah!

What about our families, General?

We can't just leave them behind.

If I can't protect them, I don't have a troop snor.

A group of unprotected women would be fair game for every looter and fugitive in Texas.

Oh, for a man!

A little bit.

A little bit.

A little bit.

Escort could be arranged, but nothing more.

You won't need it.

Here's Peach Creek.

There's the U.S. border at the Sabine River.

We'll travel south of your Army General fast and light off the main trails.

That way, Santa Ana won't know which tracks to follow, yours or ours.

It's about 200 miles.

We'll be safe and Louisiana in ten days.

General, you're safe.

Santa Ana set fire to Gonzalez.

He's listening half a day away.

Listen to me!

The day will come to murder this murderer and let us lead him there one step at a time.

I leave you in command of the women, Mrs. McClure.

You best be out of here by first light.

Yes, sir.

I'm saying a Rotten Hell, sir.

Let's move it out here, men.

Why would anybody burn up a whole town, sir?

You make sure you come back, sir.

You too.

How can I leave you? Quickly.

I'll leave you alone.

I'll leave you alone.

Clear the horses.

We've got to come for a minute.

I'll leave you alone.

I'll leave you alone.

I'll leave you alone.

I'll leave you alone.

I'll leave you alone.

I'll leave you alone.

Keep it tight.

Stay away from that wagon, Will.

Looks like the rims wobbling.

Cyril!

Hey, Carol, Johnny, baby.

I'll leave you alone.

Come on, move it out.

We're not going to church here.

Lard.

Well, Lard, you're putting a good hard days, Gribe.

I love it!

Come on!

I'll leave you alone.

Thank you all for your efficiency.

Are you Asian?

Darly.

We've got 500 more in this little party now.

The wives of the men joining up with Houston keep arriving.

And this weather, it's got a lot of the kids croopy.

Look at those clouds, they're heading towards the Texas Frogstrider.

Get someone to brew up some whiskey, honey butter and oak bark team.

Pass it up to the mothers to sick children.

The last thing we need now is crew running through this camp.

I'll get to it, Sarah. Good work.

Sarah, I just run into my circle.

I saw the glow of Santa Anna's camp bars through the northwest.

He's getting closer.

Dammit. I'm moving too slow.

All right, Jenny. Listen to me.

You tell the women to get rid of everything they don't need.

Yes, ma'am.

Postcards on four hour shifts, only the good shots.

Now get moving.

Yeah!

Go ahead.

Go ahead.

Go ahead.

Go ahead.

Go ahead.

Go ahead.

Go ahead.

Go ahead.

Go ahead.

Go ahead.

Go ahead.

Go ahead.

Go ahead.

Go ahead.

Go ahead.

Go ahead.

Go ahead.

Go ahead.

Go ahead.

Go ahead.

Go ahead.

Go ahead.

Sarah, is it Santa Anna?

Nope.

It's not his way.

You stay put.

Tilda, you're in charge.

All right, Miss.

Nobody leaves this wagon.

Vimi, you take care of Johnny.

You gotta shoot me with that little nigga.

You hide and go over here.

I know it.

Give me that kiss.

You got it.

I know you got gold.

Go ahead.

Go ahead.

Go ahead.

Go ahead.

No!

Don't break the stop, man.

Go ahead.

No!

Go ahead.

Don't break the stop.

Go ahead.

Go ahead.

No!

Go ahead.

Go ahead.

Go ahead.

Go ahead.

Go ahead.

Go ahead.

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Come on, Beth.

Come on, Beth.

Hi.

I don't think so.

What is it?

Our house?

Our house doesn't look like things.

It's our new house.

It's time to put down real roots.

At least our life isn't so hard made.

It's been so busy just surviving.

We don't have time to be human anymore.

Is it right there?

It's your room.

We're going to walk out on the balcony

and see wildflowers all the way down to Peach Creek.

And it all wowed with green shutters.

Color oak leaves.

You like it?

No, Sarah.

It's so big.

Good.

You've got to be big for all the living

we're going to do in it.

Beth, you've got to restock up before night falls.

Sarah, come, come.

A soldier.

We'll gather around.

We'll be hanging a man over here.

Someone's coming to see him.

Move.

We've got a soldier.

You're dead.

You're dead.

I'm your forwarder, man.

Where are you?

Come down.

What happened, soldier?

It happened to go ahead, ma'am.

Colonel Fano is trying to join up with Houston.

Mexicans cut him off.

Fano had to surrender.

He had...

Santa Ana had them all executed.

No!

No!

No!

My husband and my son were going in.

They shot Fano in their head and threw him into a pit.

You're so sweet to keep running.

I'm gonna bury my husband.

I'm gonna bury my son.

Santa Ana is gonna catch us all anyway.

Who will bury you?

What difference does it make?

We're all gonna die.

Nobody's gonna die.

None of we all stick together.

You can all bury your husband's assons later, they'll keep...

How dare you!

I will not let you spread a fever of defeat among these brave women.

I will shoot anyone who tries to leave.

Now get back to your wagons.

Move!

I'm gonna bury your children in the mail.

I'm gonna get you right out.

I'll get you right out.

I'll get you right out.

I'll get you right out.

I'll get you right out.

I'll get you right out.

I'll get you right out.

Two children died of pneumonia last night, Sarah.

Three.

We lost a newborn too.

Why does baby Jesus need so much company?

I have a number of people.

I have a number of people.

I have a number of people.

Sarah?

Did Mom die have me?

What a question.

No, of course not.

She just died.

Did she ever see me?

I think she died when I was born.

My mom had died because God needed her for some reason.

But he loved us so much.

He gave us a gift.

You.

One mama from one baby.

No.

Sammy, don't be mad at God.

He's mad at me.

He killed Papa too.

You're a smart girl.

You don't know God's mind.

Don't you start acting like you do.

You're better off thinking about what kind of wallpaper you're gonna want in your room.

I already know what I want.

We still be a lot father.

Damn right we will.

You just get watered out rivers there.

It's the Rosos River.

And it's a two day to cross.

Look up this bar.

Now what we're gonna do?

We're gonna go.

We're gonna go.

We're gonna go.

Let's go.

What are you doing?

Building a raft.

Four thousand women to children.

Santa Anna's only two days behind us.

There isn't time.

Sarah, you're eight months pregnant.

Heart is up there now.

Bring it in the front of you.

Right now.

Oh, no.

Sarah.

Sarah.

What is it?

Her baby.

Come on.

Come on, Johnny.

It's all right.

Drink baby, drink.

Johnny, you're sick.

Johnny, it's all right.

Drink.

Please drink.

Oh, God.

You can take her now.

Yes.

I'm so sorry, Sarah.

Go tell Phoebe.

Sarah's baby was still born.

Yes.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Let me have him for you.

Don't you?

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Let me have him for you.

Don't you dare.

Come on, baby.

No.

Come on.

Give me my baby.

Let me have him.

No.

No.

Oh, my God.

Let me have him for you.

No.

No.

Let go, Phoebe.

My mom was a broken.

No.

Let go.

No.

No.

No.

Let go of me.

I know it's your baby.

I know it's your baby.

Let me have him.

I'm sorry.

Let me have him.

Come on, Phoebe.

Come on.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

Our Heavenly Father, we ask you to take these two precious souls into your house.

We thank you for giving them to us, even for a little while.

Please comfort Sarah in her loss.

We ask too that you guide all of us safely across the Brazos.

And when it is time, please bring us back to our homes.

Thank you, Lord.

Amen.

You did everything you could, Phoebe.

Johnny just wasn't meant to make it across the Brazos.

We are.

We are.

Get to the other side.

We are.

We are.

We are.

We are.

We are.

We are.

What's the matter going to do?

Put a line across so we can use the raft like a ferry.

Swim!

Swim!

I need to.

Come on, Dad. Come on.

Get him over!

Get him over!

Put it!

Come on!

I can't see you!

We're going to go to the other side.

We're coming!

We're coming!

We're.

We're.

We're.

We're.

Thirsties.

Thirsties!

We're fun.

I'm not up to secure it's dark head when the wagon's over.

Good things are gonna happen, Flemi.

One day, I promise you.

And we all got across the brasos that day, Georgia, and not one person died.

But Santa Anna kept coming.

He caught up with General Houston at the San Jacinto River, so we never did make it to the U.S. border of Louisiana.

He thought he had the Texans trapped, but Houston and his men attacked.

We were so close to the battle, we could hear General Houston's two cannons booming twin sisters.

They were loaded with nails and broken horseshoes, and it made a terrible island was in the air.

We could even hear the Texan shouting, remember the alma.

We waited all night long.

When morning came, it was the quietest sound I ever heard.

We were waiting for our men to come home, but they didn't come.

No one said a word.

We just waited, and waited.

Then, there was the softest sound of horses.

It was our men coming back.

The Texans won with only two killed.

The surprise man, Anna.

He was in his tent with a mulatto woman.

The soldiers called her the Yellow Rose of Texas.

Sarah said she was a true patriot, but I don't know why.

General Houston's horse, Saracens, killed.

Never in all the fair tales, does the Kings watch Sally and Dad.

Sarah and I waited for Bartlett.

The women were all very happy to see their husbands again, but not the widows of the killings at Goliad.

Sarah was worried, but I knew Bartlett would come back.

But then, sure enough, Barry was.

Hiya, Brady.

Sarah was real glad to see him.

And they did a lot of kissing.

Let's go home.

And so, we went back to our little cabin at Peach Creek.

Anna the Runaway scrape, because it was a close scrape.

Sarah says I've seen too many hard times.

She wants me to have some fun.

Can I visit you soon, Georgia?

The Amy's coming to visit.

See this engine?

The Amy's coming to visit.

Are you ready, engine?

Ah!

Hey, the rain!

Ain't no place for your cabin, Georgia!

Stop it! You leave them alone.

What do you care?

They weren't doing anything.

Well, look at her hair!

You look like a squaw, baby, too!

Get her, boys!

Run, boys, run!

I doubt this couple leave and leave a scar.

Why did they call me Squaw, baby, Papa?

Well, I think those boys had their blood up against the Indians, Georgia.

Well, they just couldn't see clearly.

Where's Mama?

She's in town, but I sent for her.

Some people say she's an Indian because her name is Cherokee.

Cherokee is the name her father gave her.

She's very proud of it.

I am too.

Some people say her mama was a creek.

Now, you shouldn't pay any attention to what folks say, except in me, of course.

Papa!

Now, come on. You're the prettiest little Georgia in Georgia.

And if he may be coming to visit, there must be a smile in there somewhere.

Papa, I want to know!

What's your job?

Georgia, what a nice surprise.

You with my grandpa, Ben, when he lived to the crease.

Could I interest you in a bowl of Tovey's rabbit steward?

Before we tackle such weighted questions?

I just don't like having rocks toned at me for reasons I don't know.

Your grandfather, Benjamin Hawkins, was a great man.

Miss Georgia, George Washington himself appointed him to be an Indian agent.

I was just a boy, but he took me with him.

And Mr. Ben did everything he could to save the creek peep.

I want to know about her, Josiah.

And who was the queen of the Tookabatchis?

Was she my grandmother? I want to know.

I know you do.

She came to Mr. Ben when he was sick and she healed him.

She wasn't a queen, exactly, but she was held in high steam by her people.

Were they children?

Yes, they were children.

Was my mother one?

Mr. Ben was your mama's father, but only he knows who your mama's mother was.

And that is lost in the mystery of time.

I was in the mystery of the boy through a rock at me. He hated me.

Totally.

It's, uh...

It's not safe for you to stay here anymore.

You must, um...

You must rejoin your tribe and you go with them.

If the white man must exile my people, if he must make slaves of your people,

and of my family, this buys us the darkness of your skin.

Where can we go?

Do you like another dumpling, do you?

Cook made him especially for you.

You too.

I'm not hungry, Papa.

Who ever took a bite, jeez?

They're one of the creek tribes. Why do you ask, honey?

Just a strange name I heard.

Robert, you say if I told you we might move to Texas.

You don't mean it?

I do.

There's still land grants available along the Colorado River.

The land is cheap and fertile and ripe for cotton.

We could live on a river bone.

And I know Texans don't care if you're an Indian or anything.

I told you not to listen to those rumors, don't you?

I know, but you never said it wasn't true.

Other than I'd feel me and tell her we're coming.

Plunk, Texas.

Thank you.

Hey, young lady, you haven't finished your dinner.

You can't be serious about leaving, Louis.

Your life blood is in this plantation.

Just a little, be all, thank you.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

The Congress has issued edicts expelling the creed

consumminal Indians from Georgia.

The tribal homes are being burned.

The livestock killed or stolen.

And their crops destroyed.

And it is all within the law.

So tell me how can we stay?

Well, people only have suspicions about me, Louis.

No one really knows.

I've set a few close friends and they would never turn on us.

Cherokee are our feed from the father of the boy that lives.

We're through that rock.

Well, I don't care.

The land is more important than the people.

Although you're a word.

We cannot abandon it for some edict or some idiotic prejudice.

Don't you do this for me, or for Georgia?

Cherokee.

If we start running now, we will never stop.

w

Stop her!

Please allow us one.

Put around the carpet.

It's all gone.

Is everybody safe?

All safe, Captain.

Get out of here.

Stop!

Let it burn.

No!

Are you up here?

Georgia.

You cut your hair.

Oh, god.

I think it is time to tell you who you really are.

When my papa went into the wilderness, it was out of duty, but he grew to love the creek

people.

He fell in love with the tukabacha woman.

She was my mother, and I loved her dearly.

When I look at you, I see my mother.

Well, we have to leave, mama.

No, we're gonna stay.

What about Toby?

She's a creek.

I'm gonna set you as a high-fry.

It'll be safer for her if they can leave.

Tell him, mama.

Of course.

Promise you will never tell anyone our secret.

People are too blind to understand.

You must always be proud of who you are.

It's beautiful, she's out.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Don't!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

gap as Turkey creature will find a lack of

manuscripts.

No!

No, no, no!

In the winter smoke doubled.

Keep moving!

Hey, search the camera.

Wait, keep it down.

Go in, my boy.

And here you go.

Yeah.

Come on, man.

Follow me.

I'm gonna get you.

Call me.

I'm gonna get you.

Someone's up here.

Someone's up.

Someone's up.

Someone's up.

Someone's up.

Someone's up.

Someone.

Someone's up.

Someone's up.

Someone's up.

I'm gonna get you.

Someone's up.

I'm gonna get you.

Where are we taking?

From Stockade, Fort Harky.

All being sent to Oklahoma once we get him out of Georgia.

For his, a President Jackson is sent.

Good bridge, yes, please.

Get in!

Get in!

It's a man from the engine, Jim.

A man's dog's scrawny chick.

Hey, no gold, where's he got?

My job!

Hurry!

Hey!

Dear Yafimia, President Jackson made all the creaks in Cherokee's leave, Georgia.

Some were taken in wagons, but most had to go on foot.

There are terrible stories that thousands died on the way.

No wonder you're so quiet.

Are you right, Nafimia?

No wonder if the girl in the picture's still alive.

Do you think she was hanged?

Like Toby?

The creek village near us was burned and looted.

I saw it.

So many people were killed.

I am one quarter Creek Indian, but we are trying to keep it a secret.

I know you won't care if you need me, but you can't tell a soul.

When this is over, I hope you can come to visit.

I know what you mean about feeling sad to be alive.

I feel that way, too.

I miss you very much.

You're almost sister, Georgia.

Well, what are we going to do, Bartlett?

We've got a new republic, our own country, and we're still living like scared animals.

I swear the guns in this house are cleaner than the pots and pans.

I'm beginning to think it was a mistake-brain femie here.

Have you noticed how she hardly ever smiles?

The hell, I don't smell myself much anymore.

That would be a loss, indeed.

Sarah, nobody knows what to do.

You used to try to get Congress to guarantee the Indians' title to their land, but it was voted down.

I don't want to go talk to them, but I'm getting sick of killing them.

It is not just the Comanches, Bartlett, it's us!

The Texans!

We keep killing Indians, they're just going to keep killing us.

We let the devil loose.

Bartlett!

I'll be back, pretty.

I thought you were happy!

Thanks, honey.

Take care of Sarah now.

I'm a liar, so I'll never let you go again.

I'm a liar, too.

I love you. Don't die, damn you.

I love you, too, damn you.

You're a real pistol, Amy.

I bet you make God chuckle.

Tell me the truth.

You glad you came to Texas?

You're lucky, I did.

Oh, yeah, why's that?

Because of the Robertle Foundation command she see me here.

I'm a liar, I'm a liar.

I'm a liar, I'm a liar.

I'm a liar, I'm a liar.

The man she see me here?

Yes, I do.

Yes, I do.

Dear Georgia, I have not received a letter from you yet, but I may have to wait before I can visit.

Sarah needs my help fighting the command chiefs.

Indians are very bad people.

But Sarah's not afraid of them.

She's teaching me how to throw an knife and ride a horse.

What does FEMA have to say?

She's learning how to throw knives at the Indians.

Hey, hey, hey, come on.

Go on, go on.

Yeah, no.

Oh, come out.

Oh, come out.

Whose responsibility is civilization? You tell me that.

I don't know.

Women, that's who.

We left it up to the men. There'd be no schools, no churches, no family.

Nothing that really endures.

We just have jewels and crazy dreams and more.

Or politics.

It's just another piss-ant substitute for the other three.

You have to change this world, you FEMA.

Me?

Mm-hmm.

You're just a little girl.

You are an apprentice woman.

Now, I'm too wild to change things.

I've had to be just to survive this place.

But somebody has to soften the edges of our lives.

It might as well be you.

Everything will be fine when Bartlett gets home.

Yeah, sure.

Go here.

Go back.

Don't look.

The command chiefs are down there watering their bunnies.

I think they've seen us.

I want you to turn around nice and easy.

Take this out the trail and head for home.

All right?

What are you going to do?

I'm going to lay them off to pick out and draw.

I don't think their bunnies can jump.

Here you go.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Here I am, you prairie rock!

I can't believe it.

Go on, then!

Go on!

Go on!

Go on!

Go on!

Get off me!

Get off me!

Sit down!

All right!

Sit down!

Get off me!

Get off me!

Get off me!

Get off me!

Mother!

Yeah!

Yeah!

Vee me wine, earth are we out here, praise and bless?

There are so many handsome young men to talk to.

This one's our genuine race horses.

Oh!

I still can't believe it's my home.

I can't believe it's finished.

Well, you could cut a dog trot right through the middle of the house, dump some dirt on the floor, make yourself feel right at home.

Maddy and your family have been outside all day long.

You know, you ought to start thinking about a husband.

How are they doing out there?

Esther, we don't want to know.

I've already chosen a husband.

You do tell, who?

I'm not adding one inch to the truth in telling you, boys.

You came?

Henry King's brother?

Shoot, Fimi, he's crazy as a bee with a stinger at both ends.

How'd you ever meet him?

I haven't.

Yet.

Fimi, I think that you've gone plumb spinning off the axle.

I do not need to meet him, Maddy Lockhart. What I've heard is enough.

What do you tell have you heard?

Well, for one thing, he's devoted to his dog, old peaches.

And I have met her.

He even took me with him when he single handed the cot those cattle rustles in Gonzalez.

I heard about that.

But then he gave me those cows he saved to some poor folks.

Who are you King, is a just man?

You're rangers supposed to put an end to these Comanche raids, Bart.

I'll tell you something, John.

I think we ought to avoid trouble with the Comanches. Most of them don't attack unless they're provoked.

And I sure as hell don't think we ought to provoke them.

What about this one named Tarantula?

Big tall stove pie pat.

Hell, he'd kill you for a stale drink of water.

He's different.

Hey, girl, doesn't matter.

Stay soon.

All right?

And boys over there dare me to ask you to dance.

Now, I never lose a dare.

I'm William Kane, let's dance.

I love to dance.

Thank you.

That was wonderful.

Thank you.

I love you.

Sarah!

Sarah, where's that Texas coffin varnish? We got thirsty men.

Amy, what's come over you?

William Kane doesn't even know I'm alive.

William must tell you dreams.

Now, William Kane would never even look at such a sad face.

I think I better teach you how to smile.

Think of a day when you look out your window and prance in there in the blue bilets is your very own white horse.

And standing close by is William Kane.

And he says, I love you, Beamey.

I think I can see it.

I don't think that'd make you smile just a little bit.

Stop.

Come on.

I'll talk to you in a little bit.

Oh, well, you're way.

Stop, you peaky dog.

I'm gonna say, I love you so much.

Stop.

Stop.

Stop.

Torectula!

What?

What do they want?

Courses.

For women.

A lot of Indian children died this year for smallpox.

They need women for breeding.

What do we do?

Run them off.

See those parasols?

Let's hope they don't have the women that own them.

Stay here.

Tell me.

Hey, hey.

Run!

You come to my end.

I'd not harm others.

Give you my word.

You.

Need last, Doc.

Morning you need me.

Get to the shed.

Take what you want.

I don't like side saddle.

The horse doesn't like it, so why do it?

Because people will think you're wild, don't you?

Well, I think most people are born.

Must be a little bit more.

I think most people are born.

I think most people are born.

I think most people are born.

I think most people are born.

I think most people are born.

Must people are.

Next to you, their lives seem empty.

But does it diminish your spirit not to shine so brightly in their presence for their sake?

There will be those who love you for who you are.

For all that is wild and all that is secret.

What is ever gonna know that secret?

I wish I never told FEMA.

I'm sure that's why she never wrote back.

Well, I just don't care.

She may not have received your letter.

Maybe she just thought you'd stop writing to her.

One thing you never explained to me, Mama,

is how can the truth set you free if it's all covered over by a lie?

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Yes, sir.

Oh, Lord Jesus.

Bartlett, over here!

It's our lard guard!

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God, they cut off his legs and arms.

Look for the girls!

Die!

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The man she's ready to lock heart place.

They killed John and Esther.

The two older boys at the house.

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What about Maddie?

She had her little sister Betty.

Must have been up on the ridge.

He could must have done grapes.

I found Betty up there.

She was dead.

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She had this lucky dinner hand.

Not Maddie.

Not Maddie.

Look, Maddie, she's my still-heaven.

I made Betty an...

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What's the matter?

What?

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I'm brother to death.

Oh, my finger.

I'm so sorry.

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Lazy, his people caught according to this letter he gave more to us.

How do you with this later?

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What?

Who's Martha Benny?

Oh, that's me.

Uncle Madison says here that you're supposed to be a wedding present to me.

I'm not even married.

I guess he figured you would be soon enough.

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This is Uncle Madison and you.

Hey, my mama.

She'd day her too.

Yo, his daughter.

Well, but then that makes you free.

No, the lost sayers, if the mothers are slave,

then our children are slaves.

Don't matter if the pop is white.

Why didn't he just say you're free?

Because if I was free, I'd be so back in slavery as well.

Well, what on earth here to me, Marv?

Are you my cousin or my slave?

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He said you would understand what his life for me being part nigger with you being part Indian.

Don't you ever talk about that?

Ever.

It is not the same at all.

You love me.

I wish she hadn't died.

Uncle Madison made you a family.

Can't very well turn you out, can't I?

At least he have a home for your life.

You mean I have your home for my whole life.

Hey, Tom, would you take care of these people, please?

With pleasure, Miss.

With pleasure.

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I thought you were a housemate.

Eyes are filled, nigger.

Mr. Madison didn't need no housemate.

He keep calling him Mr. Madison.

Why not? He was a master.

He was your papamama.

I know that.

Don't change nothing.

Why don't you lay that down?

And lace me up and back.

Not too tight.

You can call me Georgia in private and make sure it's Miss Georgia in public.

I call you Miss Georgia everywhere if you don't mind.

I was only trying to be nice.

Well, cousins, you know.

Cousin's just a name.

Slaves of brain goes deeper in blood.

I didn't make you a slave.

Oh, my cousin, and I didn't have to take you in.

You might try being friendly if you weren't so crabby.

Oh!

That's tight enough.

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Can't get no catfish with your pole stuck in the mud.

Lord and Lord and white folks don't know a lick about catfish.

You always fish by yourself?

I promise my friend you think I wouldn't fish with anybody else but her.

And where's she?

Texas. How long has she been gone?

Seven years.

Long time to fish by yourself.

Have you taken a phone with me now?

Your mama was worried about where you were, so I told her.

Well, I go where I face.

Might be better if you learned to say please before you go.

Oh, who are you clever?

I am about some things, but I do get crabby.

And that ain't good.

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Mamed after you grandpa Benjamin.

Blessed Benny Potter.

You ever know him?

No.

I knew Josiah he's slave.

Oh, he went away.

My grandma was a queen.

I guess those things don't always get passed down.

Oh.

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Are you taking me?

We're almost there.

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Merry Christmas.

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Merry Christmas.

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He's yours.

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He can make him a pterosin for General Houston's horse.

He's just like you.

He's got spirit.

I hate to tell you being whole, but civilized girls ride side saddle.

Only mermaids ride side saddle Travis because they have to.

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Merry Christmas.

Lord, we're thankful for life and breath for the sun and rain.

The roof over our head, plentiful food on our table.

And for our new son, Joe.

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You have truly blessed us, Lord.

Amen.

Amen.

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I think Joe will eat turkey.

Shoot, he'd eat the bark off trees.

Oh, oh.

Yeah, I'll cut that up.

We shouldn't bite folks over to watch you, Travis.

I thought boarding school was supposed to civilize you.

It begins now just like Sarah Beanpool, you know that.

That's the nicest thing you could have ever said to me, Travis.

I wonder what a peaceful harmonious Christmas would be like.

Boring.

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I wonder if Maddie has a fire to warm her tonight.

She even knows it's Christmas.

I ate it.

She's in all our prayers, Phoebe.

She'll be always eating a table these days.

Yes, Travis, she does.

She wouldn't in Austin.

Up there, slaves know their place.

Tilda's place is at the table.

Well, while I'm here, I don't want to eat dinner with a nigger.

I think she should eat outside.

I don't give a cat's hairball what you think Travis should stay.

The hell you say?

Venerying the barn with the hogs.

The truth is we'd rather eat anywhere except at the table with you.

Come on, Tilda.

What are we doing, Phoebe?

We got laugh and death business to tend to.

It's not funny, Travis.

Tilda is a part of this family.

We got under wonder of you still are.

We got under wonder of you still are.

This is a document that makes you my unofficial sister.

All you have to do is sign it.

I already have.

Amy.

I'll be on it.

Welcome.

I'll send all the money.

Hello.

Hi, here she is.

Hi, Daddy.

It's going to be coming here today.

There you are.

I've been thinking about what you said.

That I was the prettiest girl in France, not Georgia and the entire south.

If you know every girl in the entire south,

I'd be a fool to trust you, wouldn't I?

Thank you.

Is it a man?

Hila, your leg.

Hi, Jo.

Hi.

Boy, come back here.

Look out.

Look out.

What are you doing?

You all right, Miss?

Come on, let's go.

May I take a look at your ankle?

Does this hurt?

Good.

You shouldn't put any weight on it.

Here.

Let me have you.

Why, you hardly weigh anything at all.

You can't lose the most.

Yes.

I'm going to be upstairs to get over here.

You know, try walking on it.

You have them.

Hey, Belly, how did you do to my ankle?

Are you a sorcerer?

No, I'm just a doctor.

I'm Peter Woods.

There's nothing wrong with your ankle.

I think it was just your pride that was injured.

Are you often pursued by hounds, Miss?

L'Ache.

Georgia Virginia L'Ache.

I was known after two states.

Georgia and Virginia, no doubt.

Are you teasing me?

No, no, no, not at all.

How did you come to be a doctor, Dr. Woods?

Well, when I was a boy and a squirrel or a bird got injured,

I'd take it in and try to mend it.

Now I do the same thing with people.

Are you a native of Francesville, Dr. Woods?

No, I was born on a Tennessee River.

Now, please, call me Peter.

Is that in Tennessee?

I mean, of course it is.

I mean, when you...

Did you move...

Are you from here?

When did you move here?

I lived in Springdale.

Oh, Springdale.

So you're not a native of Francesville after all, then?

Are you? No.

Miss L'Ache, there's a kind of fair in Springdale tomorrow.

Would you care to come with me?

Yes, Dr. Woods.

Dr. Peter, I would love to.

I mean, I have to check my schedule to see if I can.

But then you did like powder.

Yes.

Yes.

Oh, man.

I do love summer stairs.

Flares.

Fast.

I can walk.

I can talk.

I didn't make any sense.

The dinner, the food actually fell out of my mouth.

I was talking to my plate and clunked into my mouth.

Oh!

None of it matters because we are moving away and I'm never going to see you again.

Call my mother. She needs to prepare.

Oh!

Mm-hmm.

It's those rabbit hound.

Come on.

Don't you laugh.

I fell flat on my face.

I wish I had seen that.

I'll join a convent.

I'll lose myself in prayer.

Oh.

It'd be easier just to see him again.

We are too different.

He is an educated doctor.

He's a creature of logic and order.

I'm so unpredictable. I don't know what I'm going to do next.

I can't even remain vertical in his presence. It would never work.

It won't if you don't change.

I don't want to change, Martha.

It ain't never even tried.

Your whole life you just run wild.

Now's come home to roost.

I'm only half his age.

Shoot, it ain't being half his age that worries you.

It's being one quarter Indian.

Well, I can't change that, can I?

That one little secret ain't no excuse for telling lies about everything else.

Are you calling me a liar?

Are you? How dare you speak to me like that?

I don't think that you know that you're a good person.

I ain't so much that you tell lies.

That's what you do to cover your cell phone.

Come here, Martha.

I don't think that you know that you're a good person.

I ain't so much that you tell lies.

That's what you do to cover yourself up.

Come on, Sarah.

At least go to Gonzales.

Travis went, why can't you?

I'm not leaving here, Bartlett.

What are you saying?

Some of Texas Ranger.

I didn't sign up to stay home and train.

I'm not leaving here, Bartlett.

Texas Ranger.

I didn't sign up to stay home and trouble came.

There's a war party with 1,000 Comanche warriors

riding through the hill country, Sarah.

You can't stay here.

You keep doing your duty killing Comanches.

I'll keep your mind protected our home.

She loves you more than the air she breathes Bartlett.

She can't talk some saints into her.

I'm still worried about him.

There will still be fine.

But I bet he's lonely.

He's a horse.

He'll live.

It's all we're trying to do here, Fimi. Just live.

Isn't there more to laugh than just living?

What do you think, Tilti?

I just take it as good.

I'm with you.

You should've said goodbye to Bartlett, Sarah.

He joined the Texas Rangers to protect us

and you sent him away feeling like he was wrong.

You're right.

I know that.

Nothing there.

I've never said you were safe if you weren't on the battlefield,

sure as hell was no longer here.

I don't see Sarah's until he hit me.

All right, Miss Fimi.

I'm going out there.

Miss Fimi, I won't let you shoot.

I'll wake up.

He might have been hurt.

All right, I'll go.

I'll take a quick peek and come right back.

Hurry.

Fimi, where's Tilti?

She would have to look at Sarah's son.

Go.

We have to get her.

It's too late.

Get your power.

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

She didn't let her go out there.

It's all my fault.

We were only trying to...

Stop it.

It's done.

Are we going to shoot him?

No.

There's too many.

Hey!

What are we going to do?

I can see which way they can't jump.

That's enough, yeah!

Hey!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

I'm going after Tilti.

I want you to leave the store open a little so you got a good shot.

Things go badly.

You got to shoot me and then shoot Tilti.

After that, you got to take the pistol and kill the baby.

Then yourself.

I love you, Fami.

I'm sorry.

You do what you have to do.

Fami, you're so good.

Stop!

Shit!

Yeah!

I'll give you so much

I love you, Fami.

You got an American good, Fami.

I love you, Fami.

I love you, Fami.

ves murdered by FAADAT.

I love you too, Sarah.

I love you too.

I love you too.

Get back.

Get back. Yes.

Hey, you're not sure.

Enough. It's going up.

I've born in the honey.

Yes, you.

No, I'm not here.

Jack, why not?

No!

I'm not here.

You.

Walk. Again.

What? Not good.

You.

Not right, horse.

Wings.

Okay.

I'm not here.

You.

You.

Not right, horse.

Again.

I'm not here.

You.

You.

You.

Brave Squatcher.

I'm not here.

I'm not here.

I'm not here.

Sarah!

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

You tell me.

I'm sorry.

Sarah.

Sarah.

Sarah.

Sarah.

Sarah.

Sarah.

I'm alright.

I'd like the cat jumped our way.

I'd like the cat jumped our way.

You seem troubled, Georgia.

I'm just often thought to man.

I thought you were going to tell me something bad about yourself.

Well, there are things, Peter.

Oh, I know.

I've heard.

What have you heard?

Well, it's your gloves, Georgia.

I mean, they're not real gloves.

Now, strictly speaking.

They're only, say...

One quarter, real gloves.

But that's why I love them so, they're so unique.

You know, how did you find out?

You don't mind?

I was so worried.

Well, I am too, but not about that.

I'm planning on leaving Francisville in the fall.

And as things have worked out, well, between us, say, I...

I surely would want to go alone.

Where are you going?

Texas.

Now, Peter, it's not as bad as some people say in Georgia.

I personally can make a fine new life, there.

And doctors are needed.

But there's something wrong.

Will you marry me, Peter?

Yes.

Yes, I will.

When the telegraph is built, you send me a message every day.

I want to count a plan card.

Load it up and ready to go, Dr. Gia.

The man who pressed me heading out there in high account.

Georgia?

In my future.

Keep our own secret.

I wish you could both come with us.

I'm going to miss you.

Step up!

What are you grinning at?

Oh, things are looking a whole lot better since you got here, Mount Brabini.

You ready for a new way of life, Mrs. Woods?

I'm going to Texas at last, I think it could not be better.

Papa told me that there are two kinds of people in the world.

They have masters and they have slaves.

And the only difference between the two is land.

They said if you lose the land, you lose your freedom.

But if you take care of the land, it'll take care of you.

Thought I had crossed my mind.

It's been a fun!

Daddy's alive!

The man who's made a treaty with the settlers is going to sell the women prisoners.

Daddy's alive?

They're here.

Savage! Savage!

Savage!

I'm going to go.

I'm going to go.

I'm going to go.

Here.

Hey, watch my daughter!

Hey, thank God, I can't believe it.

Look, it's over there!

Is that Manny?

I think so. I can't tell.

Oh, my God.

Daddy!

Daddy!

No, no, shut up!

In Comanches, they didn't return all their prisoners like they said they would.

So they was told that we were going to hold some of their chiefs

till we got them all back, but it didn't matter in a devil.

Next thing I know, one of the rangers is to start shooting.

Eight of the chiefs were killed.

Doctor?

Are you Manny's father?

No. Her parents are dead.

But she does have some relatives back east.

They're coming to take her back there.

God forgive me, but it would be merciful if you would stand.

When she gets back east, if you'll need hospital care,

I doubt I'd be able to treat her burns.

The scars are too callous.

Manny?

Manny, it's me, Fimi.

Oh, baby.

Oh, baby.

It was so awful.

They wake me by putting hot clothes on the door.

I'm not going to do that.

I'm not going to do that.

I'm not going to do that.

I'm not going to do that.

Oh, baby.

I'm not going to do that.

Oh, baby.

They wake me by putting hot clothes on my face and...

And she starts moving.

He called me his breathing animal.

And he left me because I wouldn't bleed or grovel.

And he cracked me because I was afraid he was going to kill me.

And now I don't think I'm going to stop.

I'm here.

The brain that is warm and bloom.

When our wagons came across the prairie, Manny...

It was like...

being on a ship...

in a waving green sea.

I saw Cardinals dancing in the air...

and gray snowy clouds.

It was so good, Fimi.

It was so good to stop.

It was so good to stop.

I got in the forum, Sarah.

That's Bartlett's horse.

His ankle swollen.

Snakebite.

Bartlett! Bartlett!

Oh, my God.

Fimi!

Oh, please, God, no.

I'd always imagined him...

fill a Comanche Air Force.

Not this.

It made me so brisk.

It never last me peace.

I know you don't come to Texas.

No one ever made Bartlett do anything.

You know that.

The only thing he loved more than Texas was you when you know that too.

Where is he, baby?

How could he not be here?

I do not want to go to the school, Sarah.

You can teach me everything I need to know.

I want to be here with you.

I already taught you everything I know.

And I need to be by myself.

What about Tilly and Joel?

Stay with the McCulles.

Fimi, go to the school.

Gonzalez isn't that far away.

Learn about life for a change instead of death.

Who's going to help you?

You can't help me now and I can't help you anymore.

Don't you understand?

Don't stay out of your way!

You don't want to be around me!

Now get on the damn horse and go.

I'm going to the school.

But if I hate it, I'm coming back home.

I forgive you for slapping me, Sarah.

I don't know if I ever told you,

but I'm not sorry I came to Texas.

Sarah?

Mom.

Another child lost a car.

I'll be coming over the new girl to lose her children.

I'm coming over the new girl.

What's wrong with you?

Let's get them down!

So this is a game.

It is indeed.

All rights are found there.

Check it over there.

I'll be back.

This is all ours.

I've never seen so much space in all my bond days.

It already feels like home.

Peter, Peter is beautiful.

Oh, and look, somebody's already come to visit.

You, Dr. Woods?

I am.

Well, we got ourselves a collar outbreak.

Nine at last count.

Had to burn the corpses to ashes.

I must ask for your help, Dr. Woods.

Well, now, man, we want it just arrived.

Sir, people are dying.

And we got a real scarcity of men of the medical profession.

You're leaving?

I'll be back as soon as I can.

Hey, Tom, grab my medicine bag.

I wouldn't ask you, Dr. if it wasn't deadly serious.

Now, listen, you gotta get things unpacked and sit up around here.

You understand?

Don't worry, Dr. We'll get the tents all set up.

Hey, it's all right.

Sit back.

Come on.

Please.

What am I supposed to do?

Peter.

Peter!

Oh!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

She's breached, Miss Jojo.

I gotta go get the medicine.

Right there!

Right there!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Push!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Nelly!

Ah!

Ah!

Nelly!

Nelly!

Nelly!

Nelly!

Nelly!

Nelly!

Nelly!

Nelly!

Nelly!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Your home, your home.

Ah!

I hate plant cotton.

Oh!

Ah!

I cannot go on.

Ah!

A

I'm going to Texas, it wasn't awful.

We're stuck.

We are living like gypsies.

I want to go back to Fransesville.

No.

What do you mean no?

I mean no, Georgia.

We're staying.

Peter, I won't.

I'll be old before I'm 25.

And dead before I'm 30.

I want to go home.

This is our home.

We're going to raise a family here.

I don't want to have children.

Well, I do, Georgia.

You don't care that I could die.

I love making love to you, Peter.

But why should so much pleasure cost so much pain?

Or even death?

I'm sorry you saw that woman die.

No, I'm glad I saw it.

On my life, I have heard women waxing poetic about the jaws of childbirth.

It is not a blessed event for you.

It is a bloody damn mess that could kill you.

It is God's little joke on women.

I think God is a damn fool.

And I think he has made an awful mistake.

Georgia!

Now, I will not tolerate blasphemy in this house.

Not even from you.

Are you really so selfish?

Do you know how many children I saw die in these last two weeks?

Life isn't just given to us, Georgia.

We have to earn it.

And I think, darling, it is you that has made a terrible mistake.

I'm sorry.

I want to have you away, baby.

mistakes happen to my child!

You.

because of the man died of cholera.

The river's contaminated.

We have to move.

It is not in our family to run.

We can't leave the cotton.

Darling, you're pregnant.

I admit this is what we have to worry about.

I'm not worried about anything.

I'm married to the finest doctor in Texas.

Look, there are things our doctor can't do.

Well, my doctor can do anything.

Georgia, this is not a game.

Collarit is a horrible death.

Victims literally shrivel up and die.

If we lose our land, we'll die.

We can't buy another 4,000 acres at this price.

Peter, wait until harvest.

Then we'll talk about movement if we have to move, please.

Peter.

Dear Sarah, it's been months and I haven't heard from you.

I try to make myself believe you're all right.

I've decided that history is very unfair.

Sam Houston will always be remembered for his victory

at San Jacinto, but no one will know

that Sarah Ashby McClure led 2,000 women to safety

on the runaway scrape, or that she gave the great general the time

he needed to rebuild his army.

My teacher said that's because history is written by men.

So I've decided to write a history book myself,

and you'll damn sure be in it.

You were right.

I love school.

I hope you were not just holed up in the house.

I know how sad you are.

But Bartlett would be mad at you if you just gave up.

I need you, Sarah.

You can make horses fly.

You're devoted sister Phoebe.

Bartlett, my days of mourning are over.

I know I'll always think of you whenever

a Texas scorcher settles in.

I'll remember all your home comments

and how much I loved you.

I still have my sonas.

I will sorely miss the rare comfort of your presence.

But there are weeds to be pulled,

and the shutters need new hinges.

I'll be joining you here someday, Bartlett.

Talk about old times.

I am proud to say that I was married

to a fine Texas rain.

Where are you heading?

He's creaking.

She's covered.

Look at his lips.

No!

What?

What?

What do you mean?

No.

Are you two of me?

Sarah.

Oh, Sarah.

Oh!

Oh!

Damn.

Look at you.

Look at you.

I was afraid I'd never see you again, Sarah.

Oh, not my santa.

Look at you.

He's all this.

Well, he's creaking.

So that stage coach was bringing guests to our house?

Income, Phoebe.

We need the money.

I cannot believe you are serving lemonade

to the very immigrants who are wantonly destroying Texas.

We were immigrants once, too, you know.

I never thought I'd end up a crippled innkeeper.

A three-legged cat can jump just as well as four-legged cats.

Don't go feeling sorry for yourself, Sarah.

Damn rad.

Georgia.

It's me, Phoebe.

Oh, my God.

Is it really you?

How did you know I was in Texas?

I thought I saw you in town one day, so I asked around.

You look wonderful, Phoebe.

I happened to visit Phoebe.

I just...

I've had this land on my hands, and...

And now I'm pregnant with my first child.

And Martha, this...

This is my friend.

Is she by me?

Martha's pregnant, too.

I can't believe you're here.

And look at me. I'm a mess.

I don't naturally do this.

It's just that all my slaves are in the fields, and I'm...

Do you want to come inside?

Okay.

I wrote you a letter about the Trail of Tears.

You never got it?

No.

Can you believe we're living in a tent like Bedwinds?

I swear, if it's hard, it's harder. Cold, it's colder.

Privacy is a frivolous hope.

Once the cotton comes in, though, Ed Thomas promised to build me a fine, big house.

Who's Ed Tom?

Oh, I'm sorry.

Sorry.

I've been in that house...

Who's Ed Tom?

Oh, he's a...

My head driver helps me run the plantation.

I can't do anything without him.

Pity's a doctor, and he's always gone.

He's here occasionally.

Eventually, you're going to have to say something.

You think, I'm sorry.

I remember those long summers with you.

Those are some of my fondest memories.

Down by the river.

How many tadpoles did we catch?

Eighteen.

Biked up some cake for y'all.

Thank you.

I think we've taken different roads since then, Georgia.

I don't condemn you for owning slaves,

but I'm not comfortable with the practice.

I don't support it.

No one's asking you to.

I have friends who don't. It doesn't interfere.

Well, I admire their tolerance, but I don't share it.

I'm sorry, Georgia.

I shouldn't have disturbed you.

What? You're free, Mia.

You're not actually leaving.

Oh, yeah.

I wanna go. I wanna go.

Yeah.

Anyways, I'm sorry.

Yeah, you can tell.

I want everybody to bring me myself.

I brought the scale away from Georgia.

Elder Good didn't.

I'm gonna just be still back here.

Elder Good.

Evening, Mr. Georgia.

I'm just making sure this old cat and she had a work right before the harvest.

Yeah. I couldn't have done any of this without you, Eta.

It's kind of you to say so.

You know, I had a brother once before I came to the captain.

Taught me all about machines.

The master of the age was cruel.

When they, my brother bumped into the master's wife,

accident alike.

And the master caught him tied into a tree stripped him naked and whipped him wrong.

He's...

kind, Mr. Georgia.

And they see us clean work.

If I gotta be a slave, I guess just the best place I need to be.

I'll never sell you.

The thing is, Mr. Georgia, you could.

She owns people, Sarah.

It's immoral and uncivilized.

Do you still care for her?

It doesn't matter.

It matters.

Love matters.

Everything human matters.

Oh, yes.

Look at you.

Yeah.

I love you.

Mother.

Dr. Peter?

I think it's my time.

All right.

All right, easy, easy.

Here, let's get you set down.

Here we go.

Oh.

It's a pretty good time to mouth you.

Baby Lee, your first harv is gonna be our biggest.

This man.

You sure done good, Miss Georgia?

You sure done good.

Baby, you take a real good care of your mother.

You'll be careful, baby.

You too, honey. I'll be back.

Looks like we made ourselves a plantation.

Yes, ma'am. Show that that way.

Godspeed, good friend.

Yeah!

Step on her!

Never will understand you.

Ain't no one person alive ever turned over whole cotton hogs to your slave.

Tres time! Circle high, circle low, circle in within the one view.

From the pastry hands of the wheel, ranch, tres time in a brand new land.

Now Chase said, rapid, Chase said, squirrel, Chase miss beanie around the line.

How do you work, my ass?

Now Chase said, awesome, Chase said, far, Chase O' with him out his sock.

Swing those corners side by side, swing them around, swing them wide.

Go down around on the far side, fillers tall, and celebrate!

Hop and leave on the ball of yarn, 20-ft. You'll do no more.

You son of a toad in the alamo to a Texas blamper, Texas centos.

The fustering waters all aglow, and peep on dancin' food and groves.

Come on now, I've got a brand new face.

Part A's time to celebrate.

Now swing your honey and don't be late.

Come on, Davis, follow me.

I'll follow you.

Promenade!

I got some kitchen up to do.

I got some real, pretty, real, brand new. Promenade!

Promenade, be me, the pretty little guy, the proud of the Texas, the one you love.

Comanche's called you Brave Squad Child.

You know when I told them Comanche's about you?

You ought to see her dance.

Do you remember dance with me at Sarah's house, Roman?

We dance at Kentucky Hoe Down.

I remember your smile, most of all.

Did you tell those Comanches you only danced with me on a dare?

I left that out.

May I tell you something else I never told anyone?

I think you are the prettiest creature on God's Green Earth.

And that is the whole truth.

I think I'm pretty.

I'm going to race horses one day.

The finest horses in Texas.

Well, you're going to need a few things first.

Like a ranch, some land, some good breeding stock.

You'll probably need a man.

There's no reason why I can't run a horse ranch by myself.

And I won't use slaves and I don't need a man.

Besides, I already have property in my own name.

Well, you sure are going to make some man a fine catch?

All that property, all those horses, all that sass.

Man sure could do worse.

Too bad I don't plan the merry.

Tragedy, for all mankind.

He's burning up.

Hey, hey, don't listen.

What is it?

Oh, God.

It's color.

Don't you cry.

Go to sleep now, little friend.

If you want, you should have a friend.

Georgia?

All the pretty little horses, like a friend.

Devil and gray.

Come, 26 little men.

If I show back, don't you cry.

Go to sleep.

Georgia!

We have to burn everything.

Life is anything that's the best you can.

Bob, this is Georgia.

Is it a sign?

That chant too.

Georgia!

And the cradle.

Oh, my God, Dr. Peter, she's in the cotton fields.

Georgia!

Georgia!

Georgia!

Georgia!

Georgia!

Georgia!

Please let me go.

Georgia!

Georgia!

Georgia!

They just have all that.

They have the best in them.

Georgia!

You're the baby lady of cotton's back.

You think you ever get back?

I'll see you came back to us.

Hello, Miss Georgia.

Got anything in that wagon for me?

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Oh, no!

$4,500, $3, and 32,000.

I am mighty pleased.

Once we move on to our new land,

I want a nice little house for each family.

And I want an office in the main house when we build it

with where it is so I can see the cotton fields.

And I think this year, we should plan at least 1,000 acres.

Yes, yes.

Damn.

Breathe.

Come on, don't forget to breathe.

I'm breathing!

I'm breathing!

I'm breathing!

Give it out!

It goes!

Be careful, Henry.

This fence needs to be fixed.

I know that.

I mean, you need a new horse bar.

Fences around the new pastures.

Don't have the manpower.

I will not have slaves on my property in Texas, William.

I didn't invent slavery.

Can't you see it's immoral?

Tilda's a slave, Amy.

No.

She's like family.

She's a family slave.

Seems to me you own one more slave than I do.

The African native is inherently unsuited to freedom.

Why bring such hardship on a beloved servant?

It is because I love her that I wish to free her, Mr. Walker.

Do you love your husband?

I beg your pardon?

William King is a respected rancher.

If you were to set till he freed, people would suspect him of being an abolitionist.

It could run him.

Tilda, you're a slave.

You're a abolitionist.

It could ruin him.

Tilda is my slave, not his.

You're his wife.

You're not independent of him, Miss King.

I shouldn't have to tell you that.

Well, you don't have to tell me anything.

I'll take my business elsewhere.

Compared to you, Mr. Walker.

Chicken looks smart.

I am being forced to own a slave.

You are fighting the wrong battle, Clemy.

Not going to end slavery by free until then.

Something has to be done.

Then get the vote for women and Texas, like you're always talking about.

You want to end slavery?

You got to beat them at their own gang.

Change the laws.

It's the way people think.

Women are just waiting to be heard.

I'm not a crusader.

You must learn to shut up.

Georgia, what a surprise.

You look wonderful.

Excuse me, this is my sister, Sarah.

It's nice to meet you, fine.

Baron asked to meet you, too.

I've heard a great deal about you, George.

You still have your place outside of the Seguin?

I know we built a grand new house, just north of San Marcos.

Well...

We were just on our way to here, Sam Houston's campaign speech.

Maybe you'd like to join us.

Sam Houston.

No, thank you.

I'm not sure the general has much to say.

I'm afraid all that drinking has addled his brain.

Really?

Is that what you think?

I think he has no real grasp on the future of Texas.

And nor do the rabid group of lone star loyalists who trot in his wake.

Perhaps you mean people like me, who are concerned that the future of Texas is in grave danger of being trampled by a stampede of cotton rats.

Like you, Mrs. Woods.

Texas is a little more than a pauper's wilderness, Mrs. King.

And cotton will make it rich.

On the backs of slaves, no doubt.

How many do you own now, 50?

Well, your hero, Sam Houston, owns 15 himself.

So, despite his bunk on politics, he must know that slavery is an economic issue, not a moral one.

What he knows is that America is a union, and slavery is about to rip it apart.

You can't just take away people's basic rights.

You mean like the Indians.

They're more American than blacks or whites, but I don't see too many of them in town here today, do you?

You Texans are proud to say that you slaughtered them.

After you stole their land.

What about their basic rights?

He's getting there.

He might want to hold him with a thing.

Oh, don't spill me. You have a slurry.

My, my.

I'm convenient for you.

Never mind.

Go back to your house.

I'm on the march fight, and I'm on the river.

He's in children, they're wild animals.

They're both wolves, Miss Georgia.

Are these your children?

What's that old saying? Are children our truest reflections?

Have a nice day, Mrs. Wood.

Shh.

Don't forget your slave, Faiment.

Don't forget your bull, Georgia.

Damn it!

Another war.

You stay alive, Joe.

I love you, Mama.

Come back.

I will, darling. I promise.

Hey! Let him!

Go, go!

Go!

Hi. Here's a Gary Mottie.

Hi, Maxie!

Bye, Mama.

You're fine, Comanche.

At least then you had someone to shoot at.

Georgia, I haven't been feeling too well, but I'd like to help.

I'm glad you came. Let me introduce you to everyone.

Oh, my God.

I'm not going to do that.

I'm not going to do that.

I'm not going to do that.

I'm not going to do that.

I'm not going to do that.

I'm not going to do that.

Georgia, I haven't been feeling too well.

I'm going to introduce you to everyone.

Hello, Georgia.

Hello.

The Yankees are much stronger than anybody thinks.

They have factories.

Jesse, our cause is just.

The good Lord will not allow the South to be defeated.

I'm so tired of hearing about the cause.

My husband is a doctor.

He's been dedicated to saving lives.

Why should he have to take a pledge to kill people?

The Yankees want to end slavery

and stop our way alive.

We just can't let them do it.

I'll take my responsibility toward my slaves very seriously.

That makes Yankees want to kill me.

They don't want to kill you, Georgia.

Yankees aren't that brave.

This war is about change.

The fact that the South hasn't changed enough, fast enough.

Well, there's nothing I can do about that.

Yes, there is.

You can pay your slaves a fair wage.

You can educate them.

Don't treat them like they were children.

The South doesn't need slavery to survive.

It's a self-serving myth.

I don't treat my slaves like they are children.

But you don't treat them like they were equals either.

We had Frederick Douglass.

He was a slave and he's a brilliant man.

These bullets are going to kill Yankees.

They're going to pierce their hearts and blow out their brains.

And they are women in the North doing the same damn thing we are.

They're making bullets to kill our husbands and our sons and our lovers.

None of this might say any sense.

My son is fighting in this war too.

And I damn well wanted to be able to defend himself,

but he'll need bullets to do it.

That makes a great deal of sense to me.

I like Georgia.

You need her.

What? For the war.

Not this one. The war that's coming.

For the vote.

I do not need Georgia.

I do not need Georgia.

I do not need Georgia.

I do not need Georgia.

I do not need Georgia.

I do not need Georgia.

I do not need Georgia.

You're not taking us folks, Amy.

Georgia is a real orator.

She's got all the right bull in bravado.

People listen to her.

Well, they'll listen to you too, Sarah.

No.

Not me.

First time in my life, I have some content in it.

And I need it.

I've been on that run away.

It's great, my whole life.

It's your turn, sweetie.

Good morning, Mrs. Bailey.

She's in her office.

Thank you, Martha.

Georgia.

Bailey, I've got a lot of surprise.

Please, come here. Sit down.

Your new home is beautiful.

That's how we cut nights live.

I'm afraid I misjudged you.

Oh, I dare it.

I keep hope that everything is wrong with me

isn't all the way.

I read Frederick Douglass's book.

I liked it.

I liked how hard he fought for his freedom.

I shocked to hear that religious slaveholders were the cruelest.

But I don't treat my folks like he was treated you think.

I don't treat my folks like he was treated you think, Mia?

I don't think you do, Georgia.

I agree with what you said at the Foundry about the insanity of this war.

And I hate that I had no power to prevent it.

Women need the vote.

I thought you might help us get it.

What good will a vote do? I'm just working to survive here.

That's what I've done my whole life.

The Mexicans chased us out of our house.

The Comanches imprisoned us in it.

They tortured my best friend, burned her face.

Men tried to make treaties, but most of them failed.

Women couldn't do anything.

The vote will help us to do more than just survive.

And I think you'd be very good at convincing people.

Well, I have no interest in it.

I was hoping you would come here to be friends with me.

But politics seem more important to you than that.

I'm so sorry about how those savage Indians treated you.

I long to hear from you, William.

I dread it when the stage brings mail. For fear, the news is bad.

The best of saguin young men are dying in this terrible war.

Sarah, if someone's coming...

Joe? Joe?

I was wounded at the Battle of Shelbyville, ma'am.

I'm so sorry.

I came back home, mama.

It's all right.

It's all right.

They're now alive and there hasn't none.

Joe, I'll be right back.

Joe, Kamala, sing.

Sarah?

Are you alright?

I don't know.

I'm so accustomed to grief.

I don't know how I feel.

I can still hear his voice here.

Bartlett's too.

I don't think I loved one's

make our lives.

But loving them does.

Beth can now take that away.

It stays with us.

Forever.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Two years ago,

President Lincoln issued his Emancipation Proclamation

freeing all the southern slaves.

Now that the war is over,

on this day,

June 19th, 1865,

it becomes a law.

You decide to go.

Thank you so much for taking care of my family all this years.

God bless you.

You are free.

Oh, my goodness.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Martha and I,

we've been talking this freedom business over this structure.

And I got a bad feeling that the white man gonna hate us

niggas worse being free

than he ever did us being slaves.

Those little people out there, they can't be the right.

They don't know where they was born on.

How old they is.

They can't do nothing to plant cotton.

So I'm wondering...

What the hell is it we're trying to do?

Now, I don't know how slavery got started,

but I'm damn sure that it ain't over.

I'm sure you and Martha will find a way to make yourselves a killer.

We stay in, Miss Georgia.

You are?

What?

Where's Vayne?

I love you, Miss Georgia.

Your soul's always been sweet.

I love you too, cousin.

Cherokee Daddy's home!

Come on.

I don't think it's beautiful.

You don't have to do this.

I want to.

I love you.

Talk to me.

I missed you in your voice.

I made you some tea, Daddy.

Oh, a little sweet. Thank you.

I don't like that.

I'm not as agile as I was, but I won't stop.

But you can't be a doctor anymore.

Of course I can.

I can still help people. It's alright.

Isn't it alright?

I hate what the Yankees did to you. I wish we'd kill them all!

We need some fresh straw in here.

Oh, William!

You're okay.

It's darling, I'm home.

I'm here.

The delegates from all over the state are gathering at the Capitol in Austin.

It's a draft of new Constitution in Texas.

I've been invited to go.

And then we'll be presenting it in Washington.

Well, I can't imagine you in Compton.

That's more like keeping the peace.

Don't leave me again.

It's important, Georgia.

It's Jackie's Georgia.

Where's your husband?

He's in Austin.

His house has been designated headquarters for the officers and men who will occupy San Marcos.

You ought to vacate it once.

I suggest you take up residence in the slave quarters.

I thought the war was over. It's a reconstruction.

The Yankees are gonna punish us for losing.

I move immediately. The risk of my troops will arrive from all the places I've been in.

The Yankees. What do they do, Lea?

I don't know, Cherokee.

You better haul this water out back.

I should be safe, son. Go on.

Pigeon. It's all right. Go.

You are safe. I promise you.

It's your southern air.

I managed to bank before the war in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.

I haven't been there for four years. I miss it terribly.

Have you ever seen snow?

No.

It's beautiful.

Snow even makes ugly things.

Beautiful.

Snow even makes ugly things.

Beautiful.

Beautiful.

Would you consider joining me in some of my offices for dinner?

My mama would let me.

Home up, Sergeant.

Take your legs.

Take your legs.

Come in.

Give me that ruff.

They can't take our house, mama.

Sweet. They're just gonna borrow it. Come on.

We have to hide this now.

My mission here is to protect you.

I have.

Why else would I have a loud little sweet attack on my men to go unpunished?

Little sweet. That is absurd. She's only a child.

Yes. Her mother's own, in fact.

But since we are not at war, I must consider it attempted murder.

A criminal act with serious consequences.

You must be very bored, Captain, to invent such fantasies.

Good night.

I am bored, Mrs. Woods.

I am rather fond of your daughter Cherokee.

Perhaps you could speak to her.

Kevin Haller, you so much is...

Don't say anything, you might regret Mrs. Woods.

There are tigers in the forest.

And I hold the leash.

Little sweet's rifle, I presume.

I want Cherokee.

Once she's in my bed, I'll give you my word.

Little sweet will remain free.

You saw the ribbon of such a marvelous spirit.

Go!

I wonder if Cherokee is lively as a man.

Go back to bed.

Go!

I received your notes.

Captain Haller, promise not to harm a little sister?

Please, Captain Haller, promise.

I'll give you my word.

Come with me.

I better get a dress.

It's all.

Why are those horses settled?

I'm not sure.

Cherokee, head home now. Go by where the woods.

And burn that gown.

I don't matter, I don't.

No, ma'am. No, ma'am, Mr. Georgia.

You don't know what to do.

You've done the loads, we all.

I'll give you my word.

I brought you some food.

I had no idea the Yankees had taken over your house.

You know what I mean.

You're amazing.

I don't know how Captain Haller found the rifle,

but he just would not leave us alone.

I'm so sorry, Georgia.

What happened to him?

He disappeared.

The Yankees had three companies, a troop searching for him,

but to no avail.

What a shame.

I missed you, Georgia.

I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought of you.

So how's your vote getting going?

We're progressing.

I'm asking you, family.

I want us to be friends, Georgia.

My friends can talk about politics.

It's being recruited I could do with that.

So, ma'am.

So, ma'am.

We're trying to include women's suffrage in the new constitution.

You sure you want to hear about this?

We need signatures, but we also need to go enforce to the capital.

That really make a difference.

To be honest, I think a frog's got a better chance of snagging a coyote

than women do at getting the vote.

But I had the feeling that if we needed to lay on some female charm

and open a few doors,

you'd be the one who could do it.

Am I being recruited?

Absolutely not.

I'd never do that.

Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.

Would you shoot Captain Holler?

No.

I would have.

APPLAUSE

Therefore, after examining the petition on female suffrage,

we unhesitatingly state that we are opposed to it.

Yeah.

Not because we think women of less capacity than men,

but because their native modesty causes them to shrink

from mingling in the busy noise of election day.

To grant women the power to vote would be an insult to their sex,

by implication that they are so unwarmingly as to want the privilege.

It is with respect for the genteel qualities in every true woman.

That we recommend the motion shall not pass this body of jettison.

APPLAUSE

The honorable speaker who first

you are out of place and out of order.

We sir are exactly where we belong.

Now how can the speaker say that we would shrink from the busy noise of election days?

Do you men think a house full of children isn't busy?

Or noisy?

Or less important?

And you men who in fact raised and educated by women?

How can my son?

Madam, we will hear no more from you.

How can my son be qualified to vote and I am not?

Your ideal sir of a true woman is false.

But I don't want to be a man. I like being a woman.

But a woman who can vote.

APPLAUSE

We are all right.

We are all right.

We are all right.

APPLAUSE

We are all right!

APPLAUSE

You are services!

So does that, Bountaine Street!

One minute!

One moment again!

We'll do a phase- Verizon 5.

APPLAUSE

Move!

Damn the world!

Doesn't hatred ever stop!

I don't think it does, Georgia.

One of the few saving gracious in this miserable world is the fact that you are in it, family.

Damn, there's no!

Thank you!

Have you told the children yet?

We will.

I'm Shaky's wedding.

Kevin Hall is part and gift.

I brought you something.

Mm.

I brought you something.

It belonged to Tarantula, a Comanche chief.

It had medicine in the Dehelan era wound in Sarah's leg.

His braves tortured my childhood friends.

I was a young man.

I was a young man.

I was a young man.

I was a young man.

I was a young man.

I was a young man.

I was a young man.

I was tortured my childhood friends.

I hated him for that.

And I decided all Indians were savages.

But I was wrong.

I want you to have it.

It isn't exactly fitting for a tuck of a batcheque queen...

But it'll have to do.

You know all my secrets.

I always thought I was that girl.

But I was the bird waiting to fly away.

They frayed.

I love you so much.

You are as beautiful to me now as you have been.

You're proud of who you are.

I would know and I'd love you so.

God must have shined on us.

No other way could have happened.

I'm sorry.

The heart is broken the way over here.

Did you fix the damn thing?

I fixed it.

I shot Captain Hal.

I know.

I'm sorry.

The heart is broken the way over here.

Did you fix the damn thing?

I fixed it.

I shot Captain Hal.

I know.

I'd be disappointed in you if you didn't.

Thank God I loved you, baby.

I will always love you.

I've had part as a dad, so you.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Hey, John!

You're a real big man.

You're a real big man.

John, run away straight.

See how steady it is.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Get in the middle of the fog, babe.

You...

...grave Squatcha.

You shouldn't have to walk.

Please take my horse.

Please.

I'm sorry.

You see?

I have given him my horse.

They've made mids out of us, Sarah.

We're not even dead yet.

Lord of the sure are...

...Maddy.

Little Johnny.

Any bowls who led us across the Brazos.

The Bartlett.

And Joel.

My mother and father.

And Georgia.

Sometimes it seems like they weren't real.

I wonder if my children will wonder one day if I was real.

They're all still here.

Turned us out in cotton fields somewhere, counting bushes.

Georgia's out in cotton fields somewhere, counting bushes.

Georgia was nearby riding with braves.

Bartlett chased them.

Maddy Lockhart's dancing.

Joel and all my sweet children are laughing.

I know.

I don't feel a bit old.

There is something in us, I am sure.

The kind of flame that does not change through time.

But it is as alive when we're old as when our eyes first see the world.

Did we do anything, Sarah?

We endured.

We kept the devil at bay.

That's enough, sweetie.

Two old Texas women.