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How do you expect to get it?

If you want something, take it, that's what I say.

Even a hungry eagle doesn't attack a herd of buffalo.

That's why you Indians are gonna lose everything you ever got.

Butterfly Son of Chief...

Tell me how us eagles

are gonna get our claws

into all that good stuff down there.

There are too many.

For a yellowbelly.

Even a wolf does not attack a herd.

You and your fables.

The sick one will stray from the herd.

Yeah.

Yeah.

I don't have to live this way!

Margaret Hamilton... You hold your tongue!

Just because you're traveling west,

is no excuse for you to act like a barbarian!

I am fed up with the stinkin' West!

Daughter, a lady doesn't such language.

I'm no lady,

any more than these dirty-handed,

filthy-fingernailed things are gentlemen!

I told you to keep your voice down.

You come back into this wagon, or I'll...

You'll what? Spank me?

Margaret...

you know your father wouldn't do such a thing.

It stinks! It stinks!

Just because you're a failure,

doesn't mean that I have to live with these...

dirty people and smelly horses!

Smelly horses... I hate them! I hate you!

I hate you!

You'll be sorry. You wait and see.

You'll be sorry.

Turn you inside-out, and you're yellow.

You achin' for happy huntin' grounds, Cherokee Ned?

Because you're better than halfway there.

You got more whiskey in your veins than Cherokee.

You raise your hand to me again,

you'll join your ancestors in happy huntin' grounds.

The eagle will not go in the hole for the rodent.

Eagle.

Come on, get up! Let's get movin'.

Come on, get up!

Come on, brave eagle.

We're gonna fly.

Tell everybody to get hitched up, Charlie.

I want to move as soon as we can.

There must be an easier way to make a livin' than this.

I'm sure if there was you would've found it.

Now, get goin'. Stop layin' down on the job.

Layin'... that's it.

Chickens, Bill... they do all the work. What?

You raise ham, and I'll raise chickens.

What are you mumblin' about?

I've found the answer.

I'm gonna rink some necks if you don't get to work!

Chickens... that's it! Ha!

I don't know what's botherin' him.

His coffee will drive us all to the chickens.

Major Adams?

Oh, good morning, Mr. Hamilton.

My daughter has disappeared.

When did this little problem present itself?

Last night.

So, this morning you decided

it's a big enough problem to share with me?

Normally, I wouldn't bother you.

In the city, we know where to look for her.

She's done this before, then, huh?

She's just a highly-strung young girl.

My wife has indulged her from the moment she was born.

And, in return for our giving her everything,

she returns my paternal affections...

I appreciate your problem, folks,

but I'm sure that your little daughter

will stop her sulking as soon as we start to move,

if not before.

You don't understand!

Mary Louise, contain yourself.

I don't seem to have seen much of your little girl lately.

What's her name? Maggie, is it?

Margaret.

Mah-ga-ret?

I'm sure that Margaret's no different

than 100 other girls that have been on this train.

I realize that it's a difficult adjustment

for a city-bred young girl to make.

But somehow they all make it.

If we were in the city, under the same circumstances,

I wouldn't bother you.

But out here, in the wilderness...

You assured us when we agreed to come

that you'd do everything to make this a safe journey.

When you agreed to come, Mrs. Hamilton?

You make it sound like I twisted your arm.

Just tell me...

Do you intend to do your duty?

Need I remind you that have been sufficiently reimbursed

for your services?

Which, up until now, seem to require no more

than your following the same old ruts of the other trains.

Mrs. Hamilton...

do you have any idea

of where your darling child might be hiding?

She took a horse... That much we know.

I'm sure she's off there somewhere...

in your hills.

My hill?

She'll have caught her death of cold.

She didn't take her shawl or gloves!

Oh, she didn't take her shawl or gloves?

What a shame.

A fine, well-bred young city girl

being caught out there in the brush by a predatory animal

without her white gloves! Oh!

If I knew the way of animals,

I wouldn't ask you to do us this service.

The way of animals?

I'll tell you about the way of animals.

There isn't a rattlesnake

or a four-legged beast out there

that wouldn't run before your daughter sees them.

You're just saying that to reassure us.

No, I'm not. That's the truth.

But there are two-legged animals out there

that would put any self-respecting wolf to shame.

Beasts? Savages?

Men.

I'll hold you legally responsible

for the safe return of my daughter.

Legally responsible?!

What about the hundreds of people on this train?

What about their wagons and their goods

that I'm leading down this same old rut?

Just because that pampered daughter of yours

decides to throw a tantrum,

I'm supposed to stop the whole outfit and go fetch her?!

But if those savages catch her...

She's only an innocent young girl.

She doesn't know what she's doing.

She's got to grow up!

Mary Louise, will you please stop it?

You know as well as I do

that our precious, innocent young daughter

is too smart to go where she can't be found.

So, stop carrying on!

Remember...

Margaret wants us to suffer.

Well, I refuse to play into her hand.

You let her get away with it before.

This time, you go fetch her.

Horace!

You're not going out there to face those wild men!

Oh, will you please stop sniveling?

It's your fault I have to...

gamble my very life.

I've been all up and down the line.

Ready to roll any time you are.

Tell 'em to hold up. We're not rolling.

Bill, do you know how long ago McCullough left?

Not rolling?! What's the matter with you, Major?

You're gettin' like an old woman,

can't make up your mind whether you're comin' or goin'.

You know all about women, Charlie?

Major, Flint left about sunup.

I can get him back in two or three hours.

Go get him. As soon as Bill and Flint get back,

we pull out. Yes, sir.

If you expect a fee

for what you may consider extra services,

I'd like to go on record...

Horace, I just wish that you were ten years younger

and 50 pounds heavier. You'd pay through the nose.

I'd prefer you not addressing me by my Christian name.

Horace, please, contain yourself.

Will you please mind your own business?!

No wonder our daughter is so impossible!

The apple never falls far from the tree!

Oh, I knew this day would come.

I've never been so chagrined in all my life!

My dear mother told me.

She warned me time and time again!

If I married a foreign-cultured woman,

it would be the ruination of my life!

Major, I understand that one of your lambs has gone astray.

No, nothing like that.

We're just resting the wagons

till you two got back.

I told him about the girl being missing.

I thought he might've seen some sign of her this morning.

Get everybody ready to roll.

Here you go, Flint.

Well, did you see any sign of her?

No, I don't think so.

You don't think so? Well, did you or didn't you?

I saw fresh tracks of half a dozen horses. Wild?

Not unless horses have started drinkin' whiskey out of bottles.

Renegades, huh?

Yeah, but I wouldn't worry about 'em.

We're pretty strong... too strong for them to hit us.

I don't imagine they'll go out of their way

to avoid Maggie Hamilton.

She sure picked a fine time

to play hide-and-seek with her folks.

Maggie Hamilton...

That's the little blonde with the odd look in her eye?

I just didn't bother to notice

the odd look in her eye.

Just get her back here

before she finds trouble to get into.

In this country, if she wants to make it difficult,

it'll take me several days to find her.

So it'll take several days. Just get her back.

And, by the way, you might tell the young lady

with the odd look in her eyes

that if it makes her happy to upset people,

she ought to be goldarned happy.

Wait a minute. Is there anything more you can tell me?

That's all I know.

Maybe you'd better talk to her folks.

Maybe you'll get more sense out of them than I did.

Think I can?

As far as I'm concerned,

she will ride in the wagon the rest of the trip.

This time, it may be months before I will forgive her

or deign to speak to her again.

You're right, of course, Horace.

But couldn't you wait and punish her

when we get to San Francisco?

It's so hard to get along out here in the wilderness.

We need every bit of comfort we can give each other.

She gives me nothing.

And unless she learns to have humility

and begs me for consideration,

I will not forget how she caused me to suffer

in front of that philistine Adams.

That Prussian pompous stable-hand.

He said there were horrible men out there.

Supposing they catch her before she makes up her mind to come back.

You can blame it on her foreign blood.

I told you if it wasn't dominated,

it would be her ruination.

Is this the Hamilton wagon?

I am Horace Jurist Hamilton.

Howdy. I'm Flint McCullough.

I haven't met you. I scout for the wagon train.

You want to tell me that my daughter

has come out from the rock she's been hiding behind

and refuses to ride with us.

No. I want to tell you

that the Major's asked me to go find her

before she gets into any real trouble.

So, if you'd be obliged to tell me where she could be,

I'll get on with the job.

I'm pleased to see that Adams realizes I meant it

when I told him I would hold him legally responsible

for her physical well-being.

Legally responsible... you mean you're gonna sue him

if I can't bring her back?

I would, certainly.

You are her father, aren't you?

I'll remind you to keep your station.

You'll know it's Margaret.

She has on a turquoise print dress

with lace on the bodice.

I don't want to upset you, ma'am,

but have you any idea the kind of trouble she might get into?

If you expect to extort a free from me

for your menial services

by dramatizing your task,

I will remind you that we have been through this before,

and we are not to be duped like hysterical parents.

You mean, your daughter's in the habit of running off?

Since she was a little girl.

Her first governess made the drastic mistake

of treating her return as though she were a precious jewel.

Just what do you expect for your services?

You know more about this problem than I do.

How much do you figure your daughter's worth?

What do you earn as a scout?

$15 a month.

Then I'll pay you no more than 50 cents a day.

MAJOR: Wagons... ho!

She never goes far.

She'll be just out there behind one of those rocks.

Would you be kind enough

to see she wears her gloves... and her shawl?

Yes, ma'am.

And don't treat her like a precious jewel.

That's what started this whole idiocracy.

You do...

and I won't pay you for your troubles.

Whoa, horsey!

Whoa!

Whoa!

You're bouncing! Whoa!

Whoa.

I ought to leave you right here.

It's dirty.

Where are you, you miserable people?

Whoa.

Well, I'll be.

That's a piece of a woman's petticoat,

or my name ain't Sam Bass.

How do you figure that got there, Laughing Boy?

What do you think, Yellow Cloud?

One of your happy huntin' ground ghosts

playin' games?

Somebody come from wagon trains.

Somebody? I ain't no Indian scout,

and I can tell you that somebody's a female,

or I don't know my females!

What else does the black sheep of the Cherokee nation read?

Woman does not belong here.

She does not know how to drink.

That's the best kind.

Which way did she go?

Now I'll give you a...

A lesson in the females that you can add to your tribal lore.

This female wanted to be found.

How do you like that for sign-readin'

from your great white father?

You don't believe me, huh?

Well, follow her. I'll show you.

Woman sick. No good.

Bad medicine.

I'll be!

Yellow Cloud, the royal Cherokee,

is afraid of an unhappy female.

Come on, Brave Nose.

Lead us to Bad Medicine, and I'll show you

how she's worth more than a bag of gold.

Oh, we wouldn't want whoever she left this for

to get lost, would we?

Even you can figure this out, Chief Yellow Dog.

Two heads are better than one.

Put this back.

Come on, or we'll lose you.

Anyone who eats grass has to be stupid.

What a ridiculous creature you are.

You let people ride you, kick you,

anything.

You have legs to kick with.

Why don't you use them?

You know what I'd do if I were a horse?

All those people just to catch little old me.

I'm gonna give 'em a run for their money.

I got her!

Aaah!

Hang on to her, Sam!

She's mine!

You're a wild one.

Wait and see.

Sam Bass will teach you sense!

You come near me, I'll bite your throat out!

You open your mouth again, you'll wish you hadn't!

Aah!

SAM: Did you learn a lesson?

What are you doin', roamin' away from the...

wagon train?

Picking daisies.

Keep your mouth shut,

or you'll be pushing them up.

She's not bad-looking, considering.

She's gettin' prettier, too.

If she don't belong to somebody on the wagon train

who can afford to buy her back,

she'll get sure enough pretty

as the days add up.

You'd better keep your mouth shut,

before you lose the rest of your teeth!

Women worse than whiskey for making trouble.

Well, what do you know?

The son of the Chief of the Cherokees

is afraid of women, too.

One woman, six men.

Trouble.

Sick woman.

Bad medicine.

You got your arithmetic wrong.

Five men, one yellow-bellied Indian.

Indian woman gets sick with meanness,

medicine man beat the devil out of her.

She not die...

she good woman.

If you got more than one,

I suppose you can afford to beat the hide off her.

She's better tradin' material

for what we need off the wagon train

than a bagful of gold.

We've been needin' a lucky break,

and she's it.

She is evil spirit.

So, what are we... the answer to her mother's prayer?

If she'd been a good girl and stayed with the wagon train,

we'd still have no easy way for gettin' what we want.

So, she bites a little. So?

So... we bite her back!

There's more than one way to skin a polecat!

Don't Indians have funny bones?

You afraid to laugh?

I know what would make you laugh!

You want it?

Laugh!

Ha ha ha.

There's more than one way to skin a polecat.

And don't you forget it.

All right, everybody.

Get some sleep. We got some horse tradin' to do tomorrow,

and we gotta be sharp.

Slim, put a blanket on the filly,

but watch out. She bites.

She bites, huh?

This'll keep you warm, honey.

If you need any help, just call for Slim.

Night.

What are you scared of?

I'm willing to be a nice fella and keep you company,

if you promise to behave yourself.

You'll be sorry. You wait and see.

My family are important people.

You wouldn't spoof me, now, would you?

You'll be sorry.

He'll ask me what he should do to you,

and I'll tell him to hang you.

Who's he?

Does he ride a white horse?

Maybe.

And maybe he carries and long spear,

like in the fairy tales, huh? Ha ha ha!

Aw, honey, we're both grown people.

Fairy tales is for kids.

Now, why don't you make it easy on yourself

and let me untie you from this log? What do you say?

Look, honey...

it's against my nature

to treat any gal the way I done you.

If you hadn't taken that bite out of my hand,

we might've got off pronto to be right good friends.

All you have to do

is promise that you'll behave yourself,

and I'll untie you.

What do you say? All right.

What's a nice gal like you doin',

wanderin' away from her folks?

If you want to talk,

we'd better move further away from the others,

unless you're anxious to wake them up.

I knew you and me were alike.

Oh!

Joe.

Wake the fellas.

I knew that Indian would crack someday.

Him and Sam are out there in the woods,

fightin' over that girl.

You ever fought an Indian?

They're like snakes.

And they're like bears, too.

Sam better watch himself out there.

They're fantastic.

They can get their arms around you

like a grizzly bear, and they squeeze.

They'll break your backbone, if you're not careful.

Did I ever tell you how I lost these teeth?

An Indian.

The way he works, I've seen him.

This guy came up to me,

had one of them tomahawks in his hand.

He swung at my scalp, I ducked,

only I ducked the wrong way.

Instead of goin' this way, I went this way.

That's where I got it. Cracked 'em right there.

Get the horses! Get 'em, boys! Get 'em!

Didn't even have enough sense to shorten the stirrups.

Probably lyin' around here someplace with a broken neck.

Easy, Miss Hamilton.

Easy.

Let me have that water.

That's all you need right now.

You've made me suffer enough already.

I've made you suffer?

You know my name. You must be sent by my parents to save me.

You just can't imagine what I've been through because of you.

Because of me?

Give me that water!

Oh, you're a bore, and I'll never forgive you.

Give it to me, you...

Take it easy, Miss Hamilton.

You've been through a lot,

and you've got a right to be upset.

But if you just listen to me, everything will be all right.

I want more water, and I'll not listen to you.

You don't get any, not now.

Oh, it's just like my parents to send a brute to help me.

Can you stand up?

Your horse is a beast.

Did they hurt you?

Of course they did. How would you like

to be tied up and gagged?

Come on, don't dramatize it.

You weren't gagged when I found you.

It looks to me like you're able to travel.

I was gagged, and if you'd done what you were paid to do

and got here sooner, you would've seen how they treated me.

I'll apologize later. Get on your horse.

Oh!

Ow!

You do that again, and I'll a lot more than gag you.

Aren't you the scout from the wagon train?

That's right.

I've heard about you.

I've heard a lot about you, too.

You think you can just make women fall at your feet.

Well, you're not gonna have your way with Margaret Hamilton.

Come on, Maggie.

Who are you calling Maggie?!

This mare.

I want to stop! Not now.

I'm tired and hungry.

So am I.

When will we get there?

Well, not by tonight.

You must be lost, Mr. Scout.

The name is McCullough.

How can it take two days what I did in one?

Because the wagon train isn't standing still.

If you think I'm going to spend a night out

in the wilderness with you...

Come on, Maggie.

Look at that beautiful rabbit!

You brute! You killed him!

This is our dinner.

You... You...

You rabbit killer!

You... You...

You awful scout!

You're no gentleman!

No one's ever gonna accuse you of being a lady.

Oh, I hate you!

I've never seen anyone suffer so much

tryin' to prove that they hated everybody.

You'll be sorry. You'll see.

You'll be sorry.

I'm sorry already.

Now, come on, little girl.

Get on the horsey-worsey,

and we'll go fix suppy-wuppy.

I won't eat! I hate you!

I hope I die!

I'm not going to go! I hate you!

All right, come on.

The fun's over. Get on the horse.

Don't you come near me.

Suit yourself.

Mmm.

Ahh!

Ahh!

I'm so cold.

I'll share it with you.

I'm not going back to that wagon train.

Give me that gun.

You aren't going to take me back.

I said, give me that gun.

Stay right where you are. I'll use it.

You don't promise not to take me back,

so help me, I'll use it.

You're not a child. I want you act your age.

Don't try me, Flint. I know my own mind. I'm not going.

Why not?

They'll laugh at me.

I hate their silly grins.

I'm not going.

Maggie, you're either a good person

or a bad person.

You've got to make up your mind... which do you want to be?

If I kill you,

It's gonna be your fault.

You're gonna grow up all the way...

right now.

Aah!

I hate you!

Aaah! No!

I'm sorry.

I heard McCullough's back with that Hamilton girl.

I wonder what took him so goldarn long.

I don't know. Good night.

Well, Major... It's about time!

Yeah.

It's about time.

Good night.

About time?

Ahh.

My little baby, out there in the wilderness.

I'm all right.

Well, I hope you're satisfied.

You had your mother near frantic.

For a man who's supposed to know his way around the wide open spaces,

you certainly took your own good time

finding one little girl.

I found the little girl right off, Mr. Hamilton.

It was the big girl that took all the time.

What? Now, if you think you're going to get more money...

Oh, no, not at all. Not at all.

As a matter of fact, I think that it's, uh...

I who should thank you.

For everything.

Good night.

Father?

I'm sorry.

Why...

Why, Margaret Hamilton, I...

I do believe you've finally grown up.