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You got that axle greased?
Yeah, all set.

She'll ride smooth as silk.
Good.

I hope so after all this work.

Boy, it is a hot day
for this kind of work. Ain't it?

It sure is that.

Well, howdy, brother.

Really hot today, isn't it?

I think it all depends
on what kind of work you're doing.

Well, I've been out there

riding on that hot, dusty road

with a terrible wind
blowing in my face.

Now, what have you fellas
been doing?

Oh, nothing. Just working
and sweating over that fire over there

and fixing the wagon wheels,
that's all.

You're lucky, believe me.

It's much better than riding
on those hot, dusty roads

with that terrible wind
blowing in your face.

Uh...

Don't let me interrupt.
Keep up the good work.

I'll just go over and sit down
and relax a minute

before I go into the house
and rest up.

Uh...

Hey, you know, little brother,

for a fellow that's been working
as hard as our brother Adam has here,

appears to me
that he's deserving something real nice

like a cooling bath. Don't it to you?

Yeah.

Yeah, you know, I think that's the least
we can do for our brother Adam.

He's such a sweet guy,

works so hard and everything.

Just works himself to death, huh?

It is hot out there on that road,
I know.

Adam, you fell down.
We're so sorry about that.

We're gonna cool you up.
We're gonna cool you up.

I tripped. No, you're not serious.

Yeah. Oh, we are, boy.

Oh, yeah.
All right, boys.

Break it up. Break it up.

What you doing in there, Hess?

I was thirsty, Pa, what else?

Well, Adam,
it's good to see you back.

What did Hank Johnson want?

Well, it was a hot, dusty ride.

Oh, can you spare us
the details of your hardships

and just tell Pa what he wants to know,
please?

Well, uh, Hank was up
at Sheep Head

and he saw about 150 head
of our cattle up there.

All the way up Sheep Head?

They're straying a long way
from home, ain't they?

That's all the way up
in Paiute Country.

Well, I'm glad to see
that you've come up for air, son.

Hey, Pa, you want Hess and I
to go up there and get them?

No, I think that may cause
a little trouble with the Paiutes.

You can make a deal with them,
give them half of them strays,

that'd see them through the winter.

You know, you have a point.

Would you like me to ride up that hot,
dusty road and settle it?

Why don't you give us some hot, dusty
help around here before you leave?

Oh, now, you two boys have
been doing such a wonderful job.

You don't need any help.

Adam, why don't you ride up there
and you offer the Paiutes half the herd

if they'll help you
drive the rest of them down here?

Seventy-five heads should see them
through the winter comfortably.

All right, I'll leave
first thing in the morning.

Good.

No hard feelings.

No hard feelings.

Ow.

Hard feelings.

Good morning.
Good morning, stranger.

Drink?

No. It's a little too early for that.

I'd like a cup of coffee if you got one.
Always got that.

As a matter of fact, I never touch
anything else but that myself.

Passing through?

No, uh...
My name's Adam Cartwright.

Looking for some stray cattle
that were seen up here.

Thought I'd come in
and tell the sheriff what I was doing.

Sheriff?

Not around here, friend.
McDermott says we don't need one.

Oh, who's he?

Who's McDermott?

Now, Mr. Callan,

you know you oughtn't be coming
around here this time of the morning.

Good morning, Scotty.
Good morning, Mr. Callan.

I brought you something.

Oh.

Why, it's beautiful.

It's all yours, Scotty.

It's all yours
for two bottles of whiskey.

Now, Mr. Callan, I, uh...

Now, as much as I'd like to have it,
I'm not going to take it

because you've had too much
to drink already.

Aw, Scotty.

How can any man have the wisdom
to tell another man

when he's had too much to drink?

No, no, my friend.

None of us can claim an insight
so great as all that.

Two bottles, Scotty.

Two bottles of your finest. Hm?

Oh.

At least will you take them home
to drink them, please?

Oh, Scotty, just one drink

to revive my flagging spirits
and then you'll be rid of me.

A glass, Scotty.

That's my property, Rollie.
I'll thank you not to ruin it.

Squaw man here painted it,
didn't he?

Nobody buys his scribblings
but Mr. McDermott.

You ought to know that by now.

You are a filthy swine.

And you, Mr. Callan,
are married to the whelp of a coyote.

No.

You got a long busy nose.

Just didn't like the odds.

Kind of curious, uh... What reason
you got for roughing up this fellow

and trying to destroy
a beautiful painting like that?

You ever heard of the Paiutes?

This guy that you feel so sorry for
lives with them.

He even married one.

Maybe if some of the rest of us
would learn to live with them,

there'd be a lot less trouble,
a little less killing, a little less grief.

Well, you go to your church
and I'll go to mine.

Just a minute. You can leave now.

Now, listen, you...

You picked the wrong town
to throw your weight around in.

And you, Scotty,

you made a little mistake.

Mr. McDermott
isn't gonna forget that.

It's more the whiskey in him
than being hit by Rollie.

He's been this way before.

Who's this McDermott that commands
such respect from our recent visitor?

Well, McDermott commands respect,
as you call it,

from everybody in the district,
white man and red man alike.

Except for my place, he owns
or controls nearly everything in town.

Does he control him?
Mm-hm. Him too.

And through, uh, his Indian wife,
the whole Paiute tribe.

Well, how's that?
Well,

Callan sells his paintings
to McDermott.

And then, at McDermott's store,

he's able to buy just enough food
to keep the tribe alive

and enough whiskey
to keep him like this.

Pretty good painter.
Good?

Why, a fella came by here
a couple months ago

and I sold him
one of Callan's paintings.

Later, he sent me a letter
saying that he had showed it

to some people at the
Smithsonian Institute in Washington,

and they told him that given time,

Callan could rank
with the greatest Western painters.

Catlin, Kurz, Bierstadt, any of them.

That's very special company.
You tell Callan that?

Mm-hm. Didn't mean a thing to him.

Well, I guess we'd better get
some coffee into him.

Well, he's gonna get himself killed
if he keeps living with them Indians.

If that whiskey doesn't get him first.

I never saw a man so hated
just for loving his fellow man.

Yeah, well,
it all started centuries ago, Scotty,

and it's been going on ever since.

Who are you?

This is Adam Cartwright, Mr. Callan.

First time I ever saw that hired gun
of McDermott back down.

Adam made him do it,
ordered him off the property.

Did you do that?

Well, let's just say
that I convinced him

that he might be happier
someplace else.

Scotty.

Bring over my bottle, please,
and two glasses.

Don't you think
that might do you a little more good?

Oh. Don't be foolish.

I never tire of that stuff.

Now, then. Ah.

Let's have a drink.

Well, here's to you and your work.
You're pretty good.

Thank you.

You're obviously a man of talent,

background, education.

Why are you burying yourself
out here in the wilderness?

Well, I'm married to a very beautiful
and lovely Paiute wife.

I love her.

And I love her people.

Does a man need
any more reasons than that?

No.

You know,
nobody ever beat that stuff yet.

Well, maybe not, Adam.
The point is, I don't want to beat it.

This is my friend.

My crutch.

I don't know. Whatever it is,
I can't seem to live without it. Heh, heh.

But enough of me.
Adam, what are you doing in this

warm, friendly little town
we call Sheep Head?

Well, as a matter of fact,
it might concern you,

at least your Indian friends.

One of our herds strayed up here,

and when I find them, I thought
I'd give the Paiutes half of them,

should come to about 75 head.

Why?

I'd like for them to help me drive
the rest of the herd back to our ranch.

You're a good man, Adam.

You're a good man.

You know,

fella like me, kind of...

I'm able to sense
a good man when I see one.

You're kind, thoughtful,

Considerate.

I want to tell my people,

Paiutes,

that you're our friend.

You're our friend.

My people.

I don't know what keeps him going,
Adam. I just don't.

Where does he live?
I'll take him home.

With a small band of Paiutes,

you ride the trail north
about 5 miles out of town.

Well, better get him on his horse.

You aren't going to be popular
in Sheep Head for helping him, Adam.

That's too bad.

Even the Paiutes,

they're not gonna look kindly on you
when you take him home.

Scotty, you worry too much.

When you live in Sheep Head
long enough,

you begin worrying
about your next breath.

I'm McDermott. Who are you
and what do you want around here?

Name's Cartwright.

I came up to find some cattle
that strayed up here.

Cattle?

Yeah. A friend of ours
saw them up here last week.

Then they're trespassing.

Take some advice, mister,
and just move on out of this town.

All right, I heard you.

You'd better hear real good, mister.

This is McDermott's town.

That a public road?

Yeah, that's a public road.

But you step off of it and you're likely
to be stepping on my property.

I'll be very careful.

I don't know why
he's doing that drunk a favor.

Maybe he heard about that little wife
he's got out there.

Shut up.
Huh, mister?

Well, what's wrong with you?

Everybody says she's a locker.

You even said yourself--

I told you to shut up.

All right, McDermott.
You're the boss.

Get some men and take care of
them cattle he was talking about.

Then he won't have an excuse
for staying around here.

I come as a friend.

You come as a fool.

He dead, you die.

He's not dead.
Just had too much whiskey.

Don't talk.

Just come and be quiet.

My brother, he is all right?

Yes, he is all right, Johnny.

Just a little too much to drink.

Please bring him inside.

Thank you for bringing him home.

I am Esther Callan.

I'm Adam Cartwright.

I'd like to talk to you.

You give him whiskey?

No, I didn't give him whiskey.

If you don't mind--
You give him whiskey, he die.

And my people die.

Without him, we have no food.

They're beautiful.

They are the head and spirit

and the tears of a great man.

He always drink like this?

He is sick in his head for my people,

and he is sick with shame for his.

He drinks to make easy the pain,

but the more he drinks,
the worse is the pain.

And he loves you and your people.

And that love is destroying him.

There's a man in town, uh, McDermott.
He buys your husband's paintings.

Yes.

Well,
from what I've been able to gather,

he doesn't like your husband
very much.

He hates him
because he married me, an Indian.

And someday,
unless my husband goes away,

McDermott will find reason
to kill him.

Well, I'll stop by
and see you in the morning.

I wanna talk some more
with your husband.

Thank you again, Adam Cartwright,
for helping my husband.

Good bye.

Think you can stop
hating long enough

to help me herd some cattle
over here?

Be about 75 head.

And judging from the looks of your
village, you could sure use them.

All right.

You just stand there and watch
your women and children starve

when you could feed them.

Make them proud of you.

Real proud.

Wait.

What does white man want
in return?

I'll give you half the herd

if you'll help me
get the rest of them to the Ponderosa.

It will be done.

Good.

You round up some of your braves
and meet me at Spanish Peak

when the sun climbs to the top.
I'll see you then.

Hyah.

My favorite painting of them all,

it is gone, my husband.

Yeah.

I sold it
for two bottles of rotgut whiskey.

It does not matter.
Oh, yes, it does matter.

It matters a great deal.

I'm selling my dreams,

my work,

my purpose for whiskey.

Why do I do that? How can I do it?

You have done so much
for my people already.

And you've been hurt so much for it.

All I've done is hurt myself.

But you're wasting your gift,
a gift of greatness.

Go back to your own people,
where your life will have some use,

some real purpose.

Wither thou guest, I will go,

and where thou Iodgest, I will lodge.

I love you, Esther.

And I love you.

Well, there was a herd here,
all right,

and if my hunch is right, somebody
beat us to them with a running iron.

It does not matter. We never
really believe in white man's help.

Well, now, if you help me,
we'll get them back.

If Paiute help one white man
against another, only Paiute get hurt.

Hi, Mr. Cartwright.

That roan outside,
who does it belong to?

Well, that's Rollie's,
McDermott's gunman.

I was looking for my herd this morning.
They're missing.

Rollie's got a branding iron,
still warm, hanging from his saddle.

Uh-oh. I was afraid of that when you
mentioned the cattle in front of him.

I offered half of them to the Paiute
if they'd help me.

Hungry as they were, they refused.

Well, you can't blame them
too much.

The Paiutes
have been kicked around

and starved until they're beaten.
They're helpless.

Yeah, what this territory needs is not
only a sheriff but a good Indian agent.

Well, now, I've written to Washington
a dozen times.

I always get the same answer.

Too many other trouble spots,
not enough money

and manpower to go around.

The Paiute is at
the bottom of the barrel.

Well, there is a man in Washington

that might be concerned for a people
even as lowly as the Paiutes.

Abraham Lincoln.
Lincoln?

Well, now, how would we get
to the President of the United States?

Callan might.
You tell me how.

Well, if we could get him
to Washington with his paintings.

Well, I don't see what his paintings
have got to do with it.

If his paintings can move fellas
like you and me,

would they do any less
to Abraham Lincoln?

You mean send Callan
to Washington?

Might work.

Mr. Cartwright, you've seen Callan.
What makes you think he'd go?

He's got to.
I'll ride out and talk to him.

Set them up for the boys, Scotty.

They've had a long,
hard day on the range.

I was out on the range today,
I didn't see your men.

Well, mister, if you was out on
that range, you was on my property.

I warned you about that.

Man has the right to look for stray
cattle that have his brand on them.

Didn't find any, did you?

No.

But on your saddle there's
a branding iron that's still warm.

Of course it is. They've been
branding mavericks all day.

Mavericks
with a Ponderosa brand on them?

Mister, I'm telling you for the second
and last time,

get out of this town,
out of this part of the country.

Adam.

Good luck.

You pick peculiar friends.

First that Indian lover, Callan.
Now, this one.

Friends like that
can get you into a lot of trouble.

Yeah, just like that.

What's the matter with you?

Are you crazy? Trying to destroy
a beautiful picture like that.

Beautiful picture? That's just a Paiute.
It's all that is, a stinking Paiute.

That's a work of an, you stupid fool.

Someday, that'll be worth
a lot of money.

What does an old cool like you
know about an?

More than you think, Mr. Range Pirate.
There's men in Washington

that think he's a great artist,
right up there with the best of them.

Washington?
Yes, Washington.

The place that's gonna
cook your goose

when Callan's paintings show them
what's going on out here.

Well, now, Scotty,

that's a very interesting little plan
you Indian lovers have worked out.

Let's go, boys.

Hey, Scotty.

I sure appreciate that art lesson.
Sure do.

Where you go?

To see your sister's husband.
Why?

I have an idea that might help him
and your tribe.

I told you, white man's help
bring nothing but trouble to Indian.

Yes, I know. But you can't speak
for your white brother.

I can't do it. I belong here
with my wife and her people.

They need me.

They need you more in Washington.

Your paints,
your brushes could tell their story.

You could tell their story
to this whole country.

You could make this country cry
for its red brother.

You're their only hope.

You could get an agent out here.

You might even get legislation
passed to help the Paiute.

Governments move very slowly.
Who would support the Paiutes

if I took my paintings to Washington
and wasn't here to paint for their food?

Then maybe the Paiute
better tighten its belt even more

for the sake of its future.

Red men have no future
in white man's world.

He's right.

I can only do what I can
to make their life tolerable.

Tolerable.

What did you call this? Your friend?

Well, drink it, but don't lie to yourself.

That's no more your friend
than you are to them.

That's not true.

I love them. I work for them.

That's right.
You keep them half alive.

You make their existence tolerable,
as you say.

But when you could do
so much more and you refuse,

then you're no friend to them.

And you.

When you refuse to help yourselves,
maybe you deserve what you've got.

Wait.

You say much truth.

You still want help, find herd?
I sure do.

We help him. Food feed us.
You go to white man's government.

Oh, please, go, my husband.
It is your chance to find yourself.

Esther--
Go before it is too late.

Esther, you know me better
than anyone else, my weaknesses.

And your strength.
I'm a drunkard.

You are a great artist
and my husband.

You believe I can go to Washington
and stay sober?

I can do everything Adam wants me
to do and return to you sober?

I believe.

After everything
you've been through,

after everything I've done to you.

What do you believe, my friend?

I'd bet on you.

Well, guess the only thing
left for me is to try.

I'll go into town and book passage.

You round up your braves
and let's get those cattle.

I don't want to lose you.
You will not lose me.

You will gain the world
and the world will gain you.

Where'd you find him?

Just where you said I'd find him.
Heading for the stage depot.

Is that right, Callan?
You figuring on making a little trip?

I'm here because your gunman
forced me. Now, what do you want?

I just wanna talk
a little business deal with you.

I'm through dealing with you,
McDermott.

Why? You think you're gonna get help
from Washington?

You think I don't know
where you're headed?

That's where I'm still headed.

You're gonna have to kill me
to keep me here.

Kill you? What a thought.
Yeah.

Since you was taking a trip,
I was just gonna buy you a little drink.

I don't want a drink.
Sure you do.

You always want a drink.

Rollie, sit our friend down
at that table.

Scotty, bring me a bottle.
No, he doesn't want a drink.

Scotty, that trouble you're asking for
is getting closer all the time.

Drink it.

Mr. McDermott says
you want a drink.

Now, you stop that.
It's free whiskey, ain't it?

You...

Now, you aren't gonna kill me,
are you?

You're right.

How much do you think it'll take
to knock him out?

I don't know.
He's used to an awful lot.

But I guess whatever it takes,
we can afford it, huh?

What do you want?

We just brought your husband home,
ma'am.

What have you done to him?

Well, now, don't tell us he's never been
brought home in this condition before.

But he would not drink now.
Not now.

Why not?
He's been doing it for years.

Just get him out of the wagon.

Get the paintings.
What are you doing?

Just getting
Mr. McDermott's private property.

No, they belong to my husband.
Not anymore.

He made a new deal with me.

Winter food for you people,
whiskey for him.

You are lying.

When are you gonna give up
on that drunken excuse for a man?

He is my husband.
He helps my people.

Helps them? Ha. To do what?

Sit in their tepees
and cry over the plight of the red man?

He fed us, sold his paintings.

He sold them to me.
I fed your people. I kept them alive.

You bought his paintings
and gave him whiskey to destroy him.

No. No. I bought them because of you,
to help you.

No! No!
Yes.

I've always wanted you.

I told you before,
I want nothing to do with you.

You think he can help you?
Look at him.

Now, you come with me,

and I'll feed your people.
OthenNise, they're gonna starve.

It's not gonna be like you think.
I love you too.

You do not know
the meaning of the word.

Oh, yes, I do. And I'll show you.

You touch me and I will kill you.

You couldn't.

Oh, yes. As I would a wild pig.

No!

Well, what do you know?

You kill her?

No.

She killed herself

because her husband
couldn't do anything but get drunk,

because he abandoned her people.

You understand?
Sure, I understand.

She wasn't much of a loss, anyway.
Get out.

Sure.

He's probably been and gone
by now.

My sister, she is dead.

How about him?

Just unconscious.

Take her to her tribe
and come back.

It was McDermott.
It had to be McDermott.

Well, let's see if we can sober him up.
Get some coffee going, will you?

It's not true.

It's not true.

It can't... It can't be true.

Not Esther. Not Esther.
Esther can't be dead.

Esther? Est-- You're lying. Esther.
We're not lying.

How'd it happen?

How can it happen?
How could it happen?

We don't know.

It's cruel.

Who could do that to Esther?

Who would do a thing like that?

Mc De rm Ott?

Just like I said.
Who else could have done it?

I should have killed him
a long time ago.

I always knew
he was out to destroy me.

But not Esther.

Where are you going, Jim?
To get my gun.

Now, what good will that do?

It's the only way left for me now.

It's the only language he understands,
a gun.

One gun against McDermott
is suicide.

What else can he do?

The tribe prepares
for Esther's funeral.

You know who took her life?
McDermott.

Now, wait a minute, Jim.

You'll never get past
McDermott's guns.

But if you do
and you kill him without any proof,

then you're open
to a murder charge.

Doesn't matter.
Oh, yes, it does.

You're still the only hope
for the Paiutes.

Now, whoever stole the paintings
has to be tied with Esther's death.

So why don't we just find out
if McDermott has those paintings?

He'll never let us get that close.

I come with you.

One spear and one wobbly gun.
Where are you going?

Where do you think?

Mm-hm.

Well, I figure my saloon
won't be worth much now anyway,

not in McDermott's town.

Here they come.

Well, Callan, we didn't expect
to see you for some time,

considering the condition
you was in when we last seen you.

I'm gonna kill you, McDermott.

Is that a fact?
You'd better look behind you.

You four against all of us?

It doesn't matter.
You're the only one I'm after.

I'm gonna kill you
for murdering my wife.

I didn't kill her. You did.

When you come home drunk
with no ticket to Washington,

she finally faced up to what you are
and killed herself.

You're lying. You killed her.

I'm gonna kill you, McDermott.

Hold on, Jim.

McDermott,
we're looking for some paintings.

I'd like to take a look in your store.

Cartwright, I told you the last time
your welcome had run out.

Not yet.

Not till he looks in your store.

What is all this?

That's my family,
which means the odds have changed.

Adam,
were you about to do something?

All of this because of a lousy Indian.

Your stinking Indian squaw!

Don't try anything.

It's all over, fellas.

Now, clear out.

Jim, this is my family.

Hi, Jim.
How are you?

Adam, we kind of figured
you might have a little trouble.

And we kind of figured
it was gonna be Indian trouble.

No, the Indian trouble's about over.
Yeah, we'll tell you all about it.

First we gotta get you a ticket
to Washington.

Thanks, Adam.

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