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You know, I wonder why them wolves

make more noise when the Major's away.

What's the matter, Charlie? You gettin' scared?

Not exactly, but I just don't like wolves, that's all.

Well, Charlie, after all these years,

I'm never quite sure still whether it's an Indian or a wolf.

You still shovin' off in the morning, Flint?

Daybreak.

You think that you can really find Marshall's daughter?

Well, you know the story about the woman who lives with the Sioux.

Who knows?

I know, but, Flint,

that child disappeared 11 years ago.

Even if they did have her, they wouldn't tell you, would they?

We're at peace with the Sioux. They might.

Yeah, but even being at peace with the Sioux, it's not easy.

You know, Red Cloud's a real touchy enemy and a lot touchier friend.

Well, maybe this is his friendly week.

Remember, Flint, we're only gonna be here three days

repairin' this outfit and no longer.

Oh, don't worry about me. I'll get back.

How does he figure to go out there

and find a girl that's been lost for 11 years?

You know, Charlie, he might just get lucky.

Yeah.

Hey, where's the Major?

He told me not to tell you

because you're a big blabbermouth

and you talk too much.

Good morning, Mr. Marshall.

I haven't been able to sleep all night.

Please let me go with you.

I'm sorry. I can travel faster alone.

I won't hold you back, and if you should...

Mr. Marshall, the Sioux in this territory

get around pretty well.

Now, if I'm gonna get to Red Cloud,

it's because he wants me to get to him.

I have to go alone.

I was tryin' to persuade McCullough

to let me go with him.

Well, it's up to Flint to decide how he wants to travel.

Oh, I know it's dangerous but...

Mr. Marshall, how did you expect to find your daughter when you came out here?

Well, I... I didn't know,

but when I found out a white woman was with the Sioux,

I felt I had to come out and try to do something.

I thought I could size up the situation

and then decide what to do.

There's your situation. Right out there.

Miles and miles of wilderness.

A lot of Indian tribes.

They don't have much love for the white man.

I think I know that even better than you, Mr. Hawks.

My daughter was eight years old when...

My wife's picture.

She was in her early 20s when it was made.

Ruth favored her as a child.

Maybe it will help. I don't know.

She's a beautiful woman.

She was the most beautiful creature

that ever walked the face of the Earth,

and she was murdered in these hills by the Sioux.

I know how you feel, Mr. Marshall. I'll do my best.

It's so hard to say what all this means to me.

Well, we know what it means to you.

But just don't get your hopes built up too high.

Aw, so many memories.

So many scalding memories.

We were only five wagons.

It wasn't a very long battle.

You were the only survivor.

I still don't know how I got through it.

I was picked up by a train a few days later.

They stopped to bury the dead.

They began to bury me, too, for that matter.

All of a sudden, I moved.

Darn near scared the livin' daylights out of them.

Then I went on with them.

I was all the way to San Francisco

before I even knew my own name.

Well, there's no use goin' through all that again,

but it's just being here in this country

brings it all back.

Yeah, I know.

They said my little girl wasn't there,

wasn't any little girl there at all.

So there is a chance, isn't there?

If you believe in miracles, yes.

I'm alive.

So I have to believe in miracles.

You're in good hands, Mr. Marshall.

Evidentially, McCullough believes in them, too.

Get out of the way.

Now what you puttin' in? Cinnamon.

You got too much cinnamon in it already.

You cook your way and I'll cook mine.

No wonder the Major's always got indigestion.

Well, he don't get indigestion from my cookin', I'll tell you that.

How does he get it then?

All up and down the line, Everybody's feedin' him all the time. He eats too much.

Well, he's gotta get some decent food some place.

Oh! You cook the way you wanna cook

and I'll cook the way I wanna cook.

Get your nose out of my pie, will you?!

Well, it just don't smell right.

"Smell right."

You told me the Major would be back tonight.

Well, the night ain't over yet, is it?

Well, where'd he go anyhow?

He told me not to tell you. You know why?

Because you're a little old blabbermouth.

You don't know, huh? I do too know!

If you knew, you'd tell. Get out of here and quit bothering me, will you?!

Watch out! You'll burn my britches!

I'll burn more than your britches! Get away from me!

Well, I just came over here to be friendly.

McCullough ain't showed up yet either, has he?

Probably never see either one of them ever again.

How is it?

I don't know. Try it.

No, I ain't gonna do it. Why?

You'll just get mad all over again.

You can't take criticism.

I can too take criticism!

Any time anybody tells me I've done something good,

I'm happy all day!

Yeah, well, suppose it isn't good?

How do you know it ain't good?! You ain't even tried it yet!

And I ain't gonna either!

It's got to much cinnamon!

Cinnamon! Cinnamon!

Are you two at it again?

Oh, I only asked Audie out here to taste my pie.

I can't afford to taste it!

I still got work to do.

Work.

That's right, Audie, you stick up for your rights.

All right, Bill, then you taste it.

Charlie, I can't. I've got work to do, too.

Hey, listen, my cookin' ain't killed nobody on this wagon train yet.

That's a pretty broad statement to be makin'.

That's a bold-faced lie!

All right, keep it up, keep it up.

Just keep pouring oil on the burning fire.

You two are tryin' to get a rise out of me,

and you're gonna get it, too!

Get a rise... Who asked who to taste what?!

All right, just keep it up, keep it up!

One of these days, one of you two is gonna say something,

and there's gonna be one less Wooster on this wagon train!

You know what?

That smells pretty good when you get close to it.

Yeah, it smells pretty good at that.

Oh, you make me so gall-darned mad,

and now you're tryin' to make up!

You know, Charlie, at times

you're the brightest spot in my whole life.

Save your compliments! I'm mad, and I'm gonna stay mad!

Well, I guess I'd better get back to my own cookin'.

That's a good idea, you old blabbermouth!

Any word?

Nope, not a thing.

Do we have to leave tomorrow?

We're pullin' out at daybreak, yeah.

Even if McCullough isn't back?

Mr. Marshall, we can't hold up the train longer than daybreak.

Flint knows that. He'll be here.

What about the Major, Bill?

Charlie, you know when the Major isn't here, I'm in charge.

You mean, we're goin' out there among all them wolves

and Indians without the Major?

Yeah, we're big boys now, remember?

Well, you say that just because you know something I don't know.

Seems like McCullough's been gone 300 days to me.

Why don't you stay and have supper with us tonight?

Charlie bakes a real good apple pie

and, you know, his stew is real good, too.

Oh, thank you. I'll be glad to have company.

Bill, there go them wolves again.

You never know when you're hearin' a wolf or an Indian.

I guess not.

Tomorrow morning, we're gonna be headin'

into the heart of the Sioux country.

We're at peace with the Sioux now,

and we've had treaties with them before.

Maybe some of you people have heard what has happened.

Starting tomorrow, I want these wagons to stay as close together as possible.

I don't want anybody strayin' away from the train,

and we're gonna double the guard at night.

Now, if we're lucky, we won't see any Indians.

The last time we were through here,

we didn't see a single Sioux,

but we knew that they were there every mile of the way.

You can feel them,

just like they're crawlin' up the middle of your back.

So we're gonna get through this country as fast as we can.

Now, if any one of you sees one sign of an Indian,

I want you to mind your own business,

keep your hands off your guns,

and come and tell me as fast as you can.

Ugh.

Bill, them wolves make me nervous.

Oh, cool off, Charlie. You've heard them before.

Yeah, but the Major's always been here.

Well, thanks for the vote of confidence.

When a wolf howls like that, it means somebody's dead.

Aw, that's Indian talk.

When it comes to wolves, I've got a lot of respect for Indian talk.

They live out here with them, don't they?

You know, Charlie, I had a wolf cub for a pet once.

I found him out in the woods, thought he was a puppy.

You must not have been very bright.

I was as bright as any five-year-old kid could be.

My dad, he finally turned him loose.

I wonder how old Flint's gettin' along.

I wish he was here. I wish somebody was here.

Not you.

I'll tell you one thing, Charlie.

I'll bet he isn't flinchin' at all those night cries like you are tonight.

Well, he's braver than I am, and he's bigger, too.

Uh, got any more of that bad coffee?

Yeah, but you better pour it yourself.

Charlie's a little shaky tonight.

Blabbermouth!

What's the matter? Scared of the dark?

He's afraid of the wolves.

I am not!

Well, it's nothing to be ashamed of, Charlie.

A wolf is a mighty dangerous thing

to meet up with in the dark.

I've seen them tear a grizzly bear limb from limb.

Oh, you have not, you old blabbermouth!

Have you? Have you?

I must be dreaming.

I thought you were an Indian.

Indians don't have blue eyes.

All right, let's get ready to roll!

Hand me those glasses, will you? Yeah.

Bill, I sure hate to roll without old Flint.

Charlie, Flint knows the route as well as we do.

He's gonna catch up.

Still I wonder.

Let me have one more little look around.

You know that you have to drive this lead wagon.

Can we wait another hour?

I'm afraid not, Mr. Marshall.

Then let me stay behind and look for McCullough.

Mr. Marshall, you don't know this country.

You'll end up bein' lost, too.

I've got a good sense of direction.

Yeah, but you don't have a good sense of danger.

I don't care about danger now.

That's why I'm not lettin' you ride out.

Just have faith a little longer.

Wagons, whoa!

White man in forest.

Go get white man who shoot my son.

Go bring White Woman Who Lives With Wolves.

She must save my son.

Don't be afraid.

Thank you, and thanks for taking care of my leg.

I'm very grateful.

My name is Flint...

I'm not gonna...

My father used to take me fishing on summer afternoons.

We'd sit on a bank, very much like this one,

and the whole world seemed to be right there at our fingertips.

We'd be sittin' there in the shade,

and the water was cool and quiet,

and the sunlight shinin' through the trees was so clear

you felt you could reach right up and take hold of it.

Sometimes he'd tell me stories,

and sometimes we'd just sit there and not talk at all,

but it didn't matter much.

All that mattered was the warm feeling

of sharing an afternoon with someone.

My father's been gone a long time now,

but every time I pick up

a fishing pole on a summer afternoon,

he sort of sits right here beside me.

Hey there, greedy, stop it!

Your table manners are terrible.

My mother used to say "fingers may have been made before forks,

but forks were made to put into them."

When I was a little boy, I used to...

I'd lie there pretendin' to be asleep.

Then I'd open my eyes and look up into her face

and say "it's wonderful to belong to you,"

but then you know what I'm talkin' about, don't you?

Will you stop that?

I gotta...

I gotta get the bones out of this thing for you.

Here.

Dinner is served.

Here.

And to think that everyone always says that wolves are afraid of fire,

and I always believed them,

but then I never knew any tame wolves before.

Good evening.

Won't you sit down and talk to me?

I won't hurt you, you know.

You must know that I won't hurt you.

Friends?

It must be wonderful to live in the forest

and have all the animals in the forest as your friends.

I came here looking for a girl named Ruth Marshall.

Could that be you?

Your name is White Woman Who Lives With Wolves.

That's an Indian name.

You live with the Indians?

Have you ever lived with them?

But sometimes when they're sick, you treat them?

How did you come into this forest?

You don't know.

A long time ago,

some people started for California.

They were traveling in wagons... Five of them.

When they got into these mountains,

they were attacked by Indians.

In one of the wagons, there was a man, a woman,

a small boy, and a little girl.

The woman had fair skin, like yours.

Her hair was brown,

and her eyes were blue, like yours.

Would you like to see her picture?

Bill, Mr. Marshall's been gone all day.

I just can't imagine him up and leavin' the wagon train when you told him not to.

Maybe the Indians got him.

Maybe they killed him.

Maybe they killed Flint,

and maybe they're comin' back here to kill the rest of us!

Maybe? Maybe? Is that all you can say is maybe?

Well, it could be.

This dad-blasted country anyway.

A man leaves the train and drops right out of sight.

Then all you get is this infernal silence

and those wolves howlin' all the time.

Well, what are you gonna do about it, Bill?

You can't go off and leave Flint and Marshall.

You just can't roll out in the morning, that's all.

You know what the Major would say, Charlie?

He'd say it's two lives balanced against 200.

Yeah, I know that.

Well, there ought to be something we can do.

Well, if you'll tell me what, believe me, I'll do it.

I don't know what.

I always depend on the Major for my answers.

Well, the Major isn't here right now,

and he gave me instructions when he left

to keep this outfit rollin'.

They're gettin' farther and farther away, too.

Look, don't you think I know that?

Charlie, don't you think I wanna help them?

I know that they must need help or they'd be here right now.

Look, there's thousands of Indians out there,

and my responsibility to Major Adams and these people

is to get this train through safely.

Well, I know that.

Aw, Charlie, I'm sorry.

Look, you know that there's been bad blood

between the Sioux and the white men for years,

and all it takes is one itchy finger

on a trigger or bow and arrow

and this bloody mess will blow sky high,

and let me tell you something else, too.

If Flint or Marshall have tangled with them,

God help them because we won't be able to.

I am Cosca.

I speak for Red Cloud, Chief of Sioux.

He send you tribute.

His son has been shot.

He begs Woman Who Lives With Wolves

to come and bring her magic to save his son.

He knows you're a descendent of White Buffalo Woman,

and he knows your magic is very strong.

Many times he has helped Woman Who Lives With Wolves

and has asked nothing in return.

Now he needs her.

Your magic must be very strong

to be willing to anger so great a chieftain.

Do you know who the White Buffalo Woman was?

The Sioux believe she lived generations ago

and saved the tribe from a terrible pestilence.

They also believe that one of her descendents

is born each generation to save the tribe.

How do they know I'm here?

Oh, that hat.

They'll come back. We've gotta get out of here.

Will you come with me?

Where is White Woman Who Lives With Wolves?

She will not come.

She must come. We are her people.

She will not come.

You talk to her?

I talk to her, but I could not get close to her.

It was like she was standing in a ring of fire,

an invisible wall all around her.

Once in the winter of the great snow,

I was wounded unto death.

I saw White Woman With Wolves across the lake.

She seemed to raise her hand to me.

Then she disappeared.

My wounds seemed to heal at once.

I knew then who she was.

I want White Woman for medicine man for my nation.

I will send many warriors!

They will not get through the ring of fire.

She must come to us or we will all perish.

This I know from the lips of my father.

She has a man with her. Man?

A white man from the white man's wagon.

White man who shoot my son?

I do not know.

Go get man.

Do not attempt to touch White Woman Who Lives With Wolves,

but get man and bring him here.

Bill! Here comes Mr. Marshall!

Hey, you better slow down.

Oh, let the man enjoy his food.

You want him to get sick?

Don't worry. I can digest nails.

Nothin' personal, Charlie.

Mr. Marshall, I'm so glad to see you,

you could say anything to me.

Where did you say you found Flint's horse?

I saw him up the draw.

He really led me a chase.

Well, you should have let him go.

When there was a chance he might lead me to McCullough?

There's no sign of Flint at all, huh?

Nope, not a sign.

Doesn't look good.

I did see a big group of Sioux. Could have been a hunting party.

Could have been a war party.

Were they comin' this way?

Nope, headed into the forest.

Well, if the Sioux had Flint, they'd have his horse.

That's one good sign.

Maybe I should go out and look a little more.

I'll go with you!

Exactly where would you look, Mr. Marshall?

Well, I...

Where I found his horse.

Maybe I overlooked something.

Why that horse could have run miles before you came across him.

Maybe I can pick up his trail.

Two pairs of eyes are better than one. Maybe I can help.

Look, will you shut up? Neither one of you are goin' any place!

Now do you understand that?

You know, Mr. Marshall,

Bill never did talk to me like that before.

We just can't go off and leave McCullough.

Well, he's thinkin' about the whole train, you know.

McCullough hasn't got a chance out there without his horse.

Give old Bill a little time to think. He'll think of something.

Where have you been?

I've been looking for you all afternoon.

We've gotta get out of here.

As soon as Red Cloud finds out

that you're takin' care of the man

who shot one of his braves, we're in for trouble.

Look, maybe you're Ruth Marshall or maybe you're not. That doesn't matter.

What matters now is that we've gotta get out of here before the Sioux come back.

Will you come with me?

You're afraid to leave this world

because it's the only one that you know,

but there's a wonderful world beyond the forest.

I don't even know how to begin to tell you about it,

but there's books and cities and music,

people to love, someone to talk to...

You've never really had anyone to talk to, have you?

Oh, yes, you can, and you'd be surprised how fast you learn.

You know, you knew how to talk once. You had to.

Otherwise, you wouldn't understand what I'm saying.

And then there's another world, a woman's world,

and I don't even know how to begin to tell you about that,

but you'll see silks that are as soft as the breeze,

with as many colors as there are in the rainbow,

and on your feet, you won't wear moccasins.

You'll wear slippers.

Even though they're not as comfortable as what you got on now.

Don't ask me why.

There's nothing logical about what a woman puts on her feet,

or her head.

But in your hair, you'll wear a flower or maybe a ribbon.

But you won't look any lovelier than you do right now.

Well, hello.

That's the nicest thing you ever said to me.

I don't know how you got into this forest,

but if you'll come with me, it'll miss you.

Will you come with me?

Well, they'll miss you for a while,

but they'll get over it.

No, you can't take them with you.

They're wild, even though you've tamed them.

They'd never be happy out of the forest.

This is their natural home, but it isn't yours.

Will you come with me?

All right, fair enough.

You think about it,

but don't take too long.

The wolves are worse tonight.

Folks are sayin' there's something wrong in the hills.

What are you doin' here?

Hey, what's the matter with Bill tonight?

Is the Major's shoes gettin' too tight for him?

You leave Bill alone!

I ain't doin' nothing to him.

You're pickin' on him!

Well, I ain't pickin' on you.

What's you so touchy about?

I'm not touchy. I'm just sensitive.

You know what's wrong with Bill? No.

Bill's gettin' out of touch, that's what's the matter.

He ought to go up the line and hear what folks are sayin'.

They don't like goin' off and leavin' McCullough.

People are even talkin' about goin' out on their own to look for him.

Why that's mutiny!

Well, maybe so,

but that's what they're sayin'.

Evening, Mr. Marshall.

Mr. Hawks, a group of us

wanna go and look for McCullough.

Nope.

He went for me. I feel like a murderer.

He knew what he was doin'.

Don't you feel a little like a murderer yourself,

not even tryin' to help him?

So I send a few of you out and you don't come back.

Then I have to send a few more and a few more, huh?

But if a good-sized group goes...

Good-sized group?

What happens when you're gone and the Indians attack?

What happens to all the women and children?

You mean it, don't you?

You won't even lift a hand to save them.

When I listen to you talk,

I can almost hear myself argue with the Major.

I've said the same things, almost used the same words.

Now that I'm here in his place,

I just realize how tough it must have been on him at times,

when all he can do is just sit and wait

and maybe pray a little.

All right, Mr. Hawks.

Whatever you say.

Once more, Chief Red Cloud begs Woman Who Lives With Wolves

to come and take her place at the council fire.

The one you wait for will not be here again.

All ready he's been taken to Red Cloud,

and if you wish to save his life, you will come now.

Wooster. Yes, sir?

Give me some fresh water, will you? Yes, sir.

He's gettin' more like the Major every minute.

Are you gonna get it this year or next?

Yes, I'm goin'.

See? What did I tell you?

Come on, cover me, will you?

Cover you?

The place is full of wolves, ain't it?

You're only goin' ten yards.

Charlie! I'm goin'.

I'll go, even if the wolves eat me.

Uh-uh, they ain't gonna eat you.

You're tough and stringy.

Yeah, but they won't know that until after I'm dead, will they?

Wooster!

I'm goin'! I'm goin'!

Well, where's the water? The creek's dry.

Creek? That's a lake out there.

I don't care what it is. I'm not goin' back there anymore.

I don't like the sound of them drums!

Yeah, neither do I.

I told you there's something wrong out there.

First the wolves, and then the drums!

Well, those Sioux drums never sound like any others.

You suppose they're talkin' about us?

Well, if they are, they better change their language!

You'd try to make a joke if you were dyin'!

Now look who's scared! Who's scared now?

I've been through this country before,

and when the Sioux start them drums,

somebody's got a good reason to be scared.

I wish Flint was here.

I bet he could tell us what them drums mean.

Yeah, if McCullough were here,

we probably wouldn't be hearing the drums.

You wagon train scout wound my son with bullet. Why?

He tried to ambush me.

Who shoot first?

He did.

When son is heard, he will tell father truth.

Then we decide what to do with white man.

Will White Woman Who Lives With Wolves come to heal my son?

I don't know.

Without her magic,

our warriors will sicken and die.

But she will come to save you.

She won't.

Then you will die.

You want white man returned to his people?

"You will let him go and not follow after him."

You will sit at my council fire.

You will be medicine man for the Sioux,

the same as your ancestor White Buffalo Woman?

Cut white scout down!

We know we cannot expect you to lead our life with us,

but with you at our council fire,

we know all will be well with us.

You have brought great joy to your people.

If white scout lies,

treaty with white man will be forgotten.

Where'd you find him?

Red Cloud send scout back to wagon train.

Leg wounded.

Rusty! Let's get him in the wagon.

Ruth? Ruth?

You feel better, Flint?

How'd you get here?

I'm afraid I don't mind tellin' you,

I'm sure glad to see you open them eyes.

We was thinkin' for a while you was a goner, wasn't we?

How'd I get back on the train?

I'm gonna take back all those bad thoughts

I had about the Sioux, Flint.

They brought you in on a litter,

must have picked you up out on a trail some place.

Where's the girl?

Girl? Did you find a girl?

Did you find Marshall's daughter?

I don't know.

Don't tell me that you found a white girl

that lives with the Sioux.

No, she didn't live with the Sioux.

She lived with wolves. What?

She lived with four of the biggest wolves you've ever seen in your life.

Oh, yeah, she lived with wolves. Right, sure, sure, sure.

Bill, he's sicker than we thought he was.

I am not!

Yes, you are, Flint. You're gonna have to take it easy.

Just lie back now and don't talk so much,

and you'll be all right in a day or two.

Charlie, I tell you, I did see a girl.

Sure you did.

She could have been with Marshall. She didn't know.

We understand, Flint.

You do not understand.

It was hard to talk to her because she couldn't talk.

I imagine it would be.

Just close your eyes and try to get some rest.

You're gonna be all right now. Just get some rest.

I'm goin' after her.

You're not goin' any place tonight, Flint.

Then I'm goin' tomorrow.

I'm telling you, there was a girl...

A girl and four wolves.

Oh, sure.

Four wolves, all right.

Come on.

Get some rest.

It don't sound right to me.

I don't care how it sounds, Charlie.

Don't tell me what I saw. I know what I saw.

There was a girl, and she took care of my leg.

All right, Flint, all right.

I don't know if she was your daughter or not, Mr. Marshall,

but I don't know who else she could be.

You say she couldn't talk?

I don't know whether she couldn't talk or she wouldn't talk.

I do know she understood about everything I said.

Well, why do you think she didn't come with you?

I'm not sure.

That's why I'm going back to find out.

How long will it take you to go back there?

Oh, a few hours.

Then I'm goin' with you.

If she's my daughter, she belongs with me.

I don't know, Mr. Marshall.

I don't know who she belongs to.

Let's go.

Go ahead.

So there really was a camp.

Well, of course there was a camp.

There's no one here.

Somehow, I'm not surprised.

She lived here? Alone?

No, Mr. Marshall, not alone.

With four friends.

Well, what happened to her?

I wish I knew.

She was very wise in the ways of the forest.

I think she'll be all right.

She's gone.

Now I'll never know whether you found my daughter.

Whoa. Whoa.

Yah!

Somehow, I hoped I'd see you again.

Oh, my leg's fine, thanks to you.

You decided to come with me?

You came to say good-bye.

I'm sorry.

I understand.

These hills are your boundaries, and you feel safe behind them.

It is like a kingdom, isn't it?

A kingdom of trees and waters and stars,

and here you are completely free.

You'll never live behind fences,

never be bound by conventions,

never be trapped by laws.

Maybe you're wiser than any of us.

I was only in your world a little while.

I'm sorry that I, well, that I have to leave.

I can't stay.

Your world is here, mine is out there,

but maybe we'll meet again in the forest one day.

The Indians say paths cross many times.

A gift as a remembrance.

I'll remember you, and thanks for the gift.

Friends?

Friends.

Mr. Marshall.

Bill! Bill! Look, there comes the Major!

By gosh, you're right, Charlie, it is him.

Boy, am I glad to see him, huh?

Yeah, but what are you gonna tell him

about our little trip through the Sioux country?

Just use his old favorite expression... trip routine.