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THE OLD RANGER: And now,Death Valley Days.

♪♪ [ trumpet ]

Hyah! Yah!

Yah! Yah!

Howdy, folks. I'’m the Old Ranger,

and I have another interesting true story for you

about the historic Death Valley country.

This is one of those remarkable stories

that could only have happened in real life.

When you'’ve heard it, you'’ll decide there must be such a thing as fate,

or perhaps, like me, declare, "It'’s just"...

In the winter of 1885,

a young Philadelphia doctor, Edward Wilson,

heads West to seek his fortune in a new world.

Lured on by newspaper accounts of Death Valley,

he has detoured from the normal travel routes

to see for himself the wonders of this fabulous country.

As he turns from the view to continue his journey,

his eye is caught by something nearby.

All right, boy. Take us to your village.

Hello! Anybody here?

[ gasps ]

Okanabe!

You know him?Okanabe chief.

Good. We came to the right place.

Him dead?No, but plenty sick.

Where can I put him?

[ coughs ]

No. He'’ll suffocate in there.

[ grunts ]

Now, bring me something to cover him with.

A blanket. I need some water too.

Kiba!

Kiba!

Here is deerskin.

Cover him over.

Did you bring some water?

Here.

Anything in the way of a cup?

Good.

Pour in some water.

Enough.

Drink this.

This will help the fever.

You... [ speaks native language ]

What?

Medicine man.Yes.

Your chief is very sick.

Must have quiet. No noise.

♪♪ [ man singing in native language ]

Blast it!

Quiet! Your chief is sick!

I said, "Quiet!"♪♪ [ continues ]

[ speaking in foreign language ]

What you do here, white man?

I found your chief lying on ground beside horse.

Very sick.

Bring him back. Give him medicine.

Medicine? Bah!

I'’m a doctor.

Me, Two Horns, medicine man.

Me drive out evil spirits.

He has a bad case of measles with pneumonia.

Now, don'’t crowd around him.

This thing is catching. You'’ll all get sick.

Him our chief, not yours.

You get out![ men murmuring ]

He needs rest and quiet.

You go!

Give him plenty of water.

[ exclaims in native language ]

[ rattles rattling ]

[ shouting in native language ]

KIBA: Doctor! Doctor!

Please come back.

What for?

Help Little Badger. Him sick.

I'’m not a veterinary.

"Veterinary"?I don'’t treat animals.

Little Badger is a boy.Oh.

He got same sickness like his grandfather.

The chief'’s grandson, eh?

Who are you?Kay.

I never heard of a Paiute with red hair and blue eyes.

Please. You come?

Who are your mother and father? I do not know.

Bring medicine. Help Little Badger.

And be scalped for my trouble? No, thanks.

Paiutes no scalp.

Your medicine man made it very plain he didn'’t like me.

Why, you even have freckles on that turned-up nose of yours.

You will not come?

Yes. I will.

Yeah, same as the old man. A virulent form of measles.

How many others in the village are sick?

Plenty. Already two are dead. [ moaning ]

[ moaning continues ]

You speak good English.

All young Paiutes talk good English.

You'’re no Paiute. You'’re as white as I am.

You make him well?

I'’ll do what I can.

MAN: Kiba.

Chief Red Cloud.

You are white doctor who found my father?

Yes. My name is Wilson.

They told me you had gone.

I brought him back.

Two Horns will be very angry.

He has medicine to drive out evil spirits.

Much better than knives and hot coals.

For little boy like your son.

DR. WILSON: This boy is yours?Yes.

Are you the child'’s mother?

His mother is dead.

Soon she take his mother'’s place. We marry.

Oh. I see.

The son of a chief, then, is allowed to marry outside his tribe?

We are all same tribe.

Have you always lived here?

You come here to talk or treat my son?

I'’m sorry.

It is none of my business.

Okanabe dead! Dead!

Dead!

Dead?

I knew they'’d kill him with that fiendish racket.

Look.

There goes his soul.

Come with me.

I'’m afraid.

You stay here with the boy. He mustn'’t be left alone.

I'’ll be back.

My father is dead?

Okanabe! Okanabe! [ crying ]

Two Horns do everything

to drive out evil spirits from his body.

Roll him in hot ashes.

Jump on him.

Pound him.

Squeeze him like grizzly bear.

White man'’s spell too strong.

You! You helped him, you old woman!

You want white man? There he is.

You kill Paiute chief!

No.Give him bad medicine!

I heard what you did to him.

No man as sick as he was could ever live through that.

Get stones, clubs![ murmuring ]

Take his horse. No need kill good horse.

You'’re going to let them do this?

My father is dead.

That makes you the chief.Yes.

You have the power to stop them.

My father is dead.

Your son is likely to die, too, unless he gets proper care.

Him not get white man'’s medicine.

It'’s the only thing that'’ll save him.

This is a sickness a white man knows how to treat.

You throw first stone.

You have an epidemic here. A spreading sickness.

Already three are dead.

[ woman wailing ]

[ all wailing, muttering ]

Four! Soon half your village will be gone!

You and you and you!

Him put evil eye on us. Kill him!

[ murmuring ]Stop!

You say my son may die?

He is desperately sick.

You can save him?

If anyone can.

You show me.

You let him give same medicine he gave your father?

I think he already gave it.

Yes.

If the boy is better tomorrow... sunup, you go free.

If he is worse and dies, you die.

There'’s one thing I ask: Let me watch over the boy all night.

Why not?

You say they do it to their own medicine men?

If medicine man lose three patients, he lose his own life.

I shouldn'’t think doctoring would be a very attractive profession.

It is Paiute custom.

You'’ve seen it happen?Yes.

Well, do me a favor.

Don'’t watch tomorrow if it happens to me.

It is my fault. I bring you back here.

Oh, I could'’ve said no, but I was curious about you.

Who are you? How did you get here?

I don'’t know.

Well, this one knows, I bet.

Tell me, how long Kay live here?

Long, long time.

She'’s not Paiute.

She marry Paiute.That won'’t make her Indian.

She'’s not even half Indian.

She was stolen.

No, no, not stolen.

Old chief find her lost.

When? Where?

In woods. Long time back.

How long? How old was she?

Then you should be able to remember something.

No.

Try. Think hard.

Think way back, as far as you can.

There was wagon.

Big wheel.

Tent on top.

So...

A covered wagon. What else?

That'’s all.

Any people?

White men with beards?

Maybe a woman you called "Mama."

Mama...[ moaning ]

♪♪ [ Two Horns vocalizing ]

Go get his father, Red Cloud.

♪♪ [ continues ]

♪♪ [ continues ]

He is dead?

It'’s a miracle.

The fever has broken.

See? His skin is damp.

He is going to live?He has a chance,

thank God.

He'’ll be hungry when he wakes. But go easy at first.

Some mush, no meat.

You are wonderful.

Well, I'’m alive anyway.

And free, thanks to you.

You not go now.

You promised.

More of my people are sick. In almost every wikiup.

Yes, and some may die. And then what?

I'’ll be stoned and beaten.No.

I don'’t trust that medicine man of yours.

Listen. What do you hear?

Nothing.

Two Horns gone.

Skipped during the night, huh?

Smart fella.Please stay.

I will help you.

All right. I'’ll stay until the epidemic is over.

You have saved many of my people.

Your name will be spoken with honor around Paiute campfires.

Thank you.

Where'’s Kay? I want to say good-bye to her.

She'’s gone to pick berries.

Oh, I see. Well, tell her good-bye for me, will ya?

Uh-huh.

Kay!

I thought I'’d missed saying good-bye to you.

Please, don'’t leave me.

The sickness is over.

There'’s nothing more to keep me here.

Nothing?

I'’ve thought a lot about you, Kay.

I'’ve lain awake nights

wondering what was the right thing to do.

Take me with you.

I'’m just a doctor without a practice.

I don'’t have anything to offer you yet.

I work for you.It wouldn'’t be fair.

You don'’t know the white man'’s life.

You'’ve been happy here. You'’ll be the wife of a chief.

Red Cloud is a fine fella.

Him Paiute.

He'’s a man.

Young, strong, and brave.

He proved that by saving my life.

He'’ll make you a good husband.

If only I could remember where I come from.

You were too young.

I try and try.

Perhaps it'’s better if you forget.

Forget?Forget everything.

My being here, the dim past.

Put it all behind you.

It will be very hard to do.

I know.

Good-bye, Kay.

Where you go now?

Oh, to some settlement where they need a young doctor, and hang out my shingle.

"Shingle"?A sign with my name on it.

"Edward Wilson, M.D."

Kay...

good luck.

[ chattering ]

♪♪ [ band, upbeat ]

♪♪ [ continues ]

Excuse me.That'’s all right.

Why are you looking at me like that?

You remind me of someone I know.

Where do you live? Homestead, in the Owens Valley.

We just come here for the show. Who'’s "we"?

Me and my folks.What'’s your name?

You'’re sure full of questions.

Oh, I'’m sorry.

I get in the habit of asking questions. You see, I'’m a doctor.

Oh.

Red hair, freckles, same eyes.

The resemblance is remarkable.

Really? To who?

To a girl.

Do you have any brothers or sisters?

Sure. A whole bunch of '’em.

Here they come now.

Yoo-hoo!

MAN: Hot dogs! Hot dogs!

Holy smoke!

You can sure tell you'’re all the same family.

Sure. They say you can always tell a Casey.

Here we are, Cassie.

Come on, boys. Let'’s sit up here.

There. Can you see? How are you, Michael? Can you see?

MAN: Peanuts! Hot dogs!

Hot dogs!

Uh, I hope you'’ll forgive me for staring like this.

Oh, we'’re used to it, so many of us, and all redheaded.

Is this the whole family?Ain'’t it enough?

[ chuckles ]

This girl here is the oldest?

Yes. She was only a baby when we came out from the East.

I'’m 16 now.Sixteen.

That means you came out in '’70.

That'’s right. Let me have another peanut, son.

Did you come by ship or by wagon? By wagon.

Just you and your husband and the baby?

No. There was another child whom we lost.

Another little girl.What was her name?

Kathleen.Kay.

Why, that'’s what we called her. How did you know?

You say you lost her?

Why are you asking all these questions?

He'’s a doctor, Ma.

For 15 years, I'’ve been trying to forget

the terrible hurt in my heart.

Now you bring it all up again.

Why?

When I tell you, I think you'’ll forgive me.

And I can take you there, show you exactly where we camped.

Him speak truth.

Same place your father find her.

I guess that proves it.

It does, doesn'’t it?

Old woman forget.

Kay, go stand with your brothers and sisters.

There is no question.

They are your people.

Kay.

Kay! Oh!

[ crying ]

Oh, thank you. Oh, thank you!

Oh!

Go in peace, my white friends.

Good-bye, Red Cloud, and thank you.

And so, instead of being Mrs. Red Cloud,

Kay, the Indian maiden, became Kathleen Casey again.

But not for long.

I guess I don'’t have to tell you that the name she wound up with

was Mrs. Dr. Wilson.