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[ horse snorting ]

[ horse snorting ]

They got a horseflesh,
just like you said, Little Tree.

Now let'’s get 'em
out of there.

[ horse neighs ]

[ horse neighs ]

Yah, hyah!

Ya!

[ horse neighs ]

Hyah, yah!

[ horse neighs ]

Ya!

Ya!
[continues shouting]

[ horses neighing ]

MAN 1:
Come on, come.

Come.

[ gunshot ]

[ gunshot ]

You said there wasn'’t
to be no killin'’.

An old Indian ain'’t
real killin'’.

Is it, Little Tree?

But we agreed!

Shut up.

[ horses neighing ]

[ cowboys yelling ]

♪♪ [ bugle ]

Howdy folks,
I'’m the Old Ranger.

In the early 1870s
the Navajo Indians

were doing their best

to accept
the white man'’s civilization.

Edward Keams,
Indian agent of Fort Defiance

even foresaw the day

when the Indians would
govern themselves.

He formed an Indian police force
to maintain order.

But recruits were few.
Paid only $5 a month,

and officers were not allowed
to carry guns,

even for their own protection.

Now one of these officers,

armed only
with a handmade silver badge,

was Harry Two Horses,

who finally
had to rely on an...

Harry, I'’m glad you got here.

We'’ve got big trouble.

I heard.

The old farmer.

The daughter
of the man they killed

said there were three of them.

They took six horses.

Now it'’s up to you, Harry,
to run '’em to earth.

When you'’ve done that,

the soldiers will go out
and make the arrest.

Would it not be more simple

to send the soldiers
instead of me?

There'’s only
a small detachment here.

The rest of the troop
is scouting

in an Apache raiding party
down South.

They haven'’t
seen the truth yet,

but they can'’t hold off
much longer.

They'’re gonna have to surrender

just as your own Navajo people
have done.

But more important, as matters
stand at present,

an Indian can'’t really depend
on the white man

for complete justice.

He'’s got to get it
for himself.

That'’s why I've organized
this Navajo police force.

That'’s why it's got to work.

But you say Indian
cannot arrest a white man,

cannot even carry a gun,

what is the good
of my going after them?

I told you,
you can track '’em down.

But armed with just a badge
I am laughed at.

They say I am fit only
to chase down the children

and bring them to your
agency school.

A sheepherder without sheep
cannot be a sheepherder,

a silversmith cannot work
without silver,

and yet we are expected
to live by your laws

and to enforce them
without the tools of the trade.

Harry, I understand
how you feel,

but most of the settlers

look upon any Indian
with a gun as a danger.

With the Apache tribe
still causing trouble,

they lump you Navajos
in the same group.

They'’d never stand
for my allowing

my Navajo police force
to carry firearms.

Well, even
the commanding officer here

says that...

That an Indian will
always be an Indian.

Harry, it'’s taken me
a long time

to get the officials
in Washington

to agree to this police force.

It'’s an experiment
that can be stopped

at the first sign of trouble.

It takes time to develop
confidence and trust.

Mr. Keams, I understand

what you have been trying to do
for the Navajos

and I appreciate it.

I do not want it
to end in difficulty for you.

I'’m sure it won't.

This is only a small start.

But it is a start towards
self-government.

As you say, it is a start.

I will find your murderers.

Oh, Harry one more thing.

One of these men was an Indian,
probably a Navajo.

I saw the grave up in the hills,
a good shaded spot.

Your grandfather
will rest well.

But I do not rest.

There was no reason for him
to die.

He was tired old man,
not even armed.

Why should they kill him?

I do not know the answer
to that,

but I will learn it.

Could you tell me anything
about them?

There were three men.

Two were white,
one was an Indian.

I could tell by the way
he set his saddle.

I was not close enough
to see more.

The white man sends you after
the murderers of my grandfather

without a gun?

Are you to blind with the blaze
of authority from your badge?

The agent does
what he thinks is best.

I will find these thieves,

the soldiers
will make the arrest.

If they see you,
they will kill you as easily

as they did my grandfather.

Without a gun
your badge is nothing.

Only a target
flashing in the sun!

The agent Mr. Keams says

that one day the Navajos
will again govern themselves.

Much depends now upon a few

for what will happen
in the years ahead.

Besides,
Mr. Keams is our friend,

he believes in us.

We must not disappoint him.

I will gather
some of the young men

to go with you.

No, I'’ll go alone.

Too many riders
will let them know

that we'’re after them.

They would spot us
before we spotted them.

I will know him.

[ horse neighs ]

This here one runs
as fast as you say,

it ought to fetch us
a fancy price across the border.

The Mexicans go crazy over
a good hunk of horseflesh.

It'’ll be dark before long,
we can head out of here.

Been here too long now.

Should be halfway to Mexico.

We could be layin'’ in some
drywash full of arrows, too.

And it can still happen.

You still worried about
my killin'’ that Indian?

These people ain'’t
to be trifled with.

Besides, you killed
a government charge,

that brings
the soldiers into it.

They'’ll be after us.

You'’re gettin' old
and cautious.

We'’ll have to get you a job
swampin'’ out a saloon.

Somethin'’ quiet.

Age and caution go together.

Kill-crazy young fool like you

ain'’t likely to live long enough
to get either one.

If we travel in daylight
like you wanted,

some Indian would recognize
them horses, for sure.

Hmm, try to lead '’em off
in the dark,

we'’ll never get off
this reservation.

Get it through
that thick skull,

it'’s your neck
I'’m thinkin' about.

I ain'’t killed no one.

I ain'’t likely to hang
for stealin'’ a few ponies.

[ chuckles ]

Hang?

For killin'’ a Indian?

[ laughs ]

[ horse neighing ]

[ horses neighing ]

Now, now, now, settle down.

Somebody out there.

We steal a few horse

and you'’re as jumpy
as we'’ve taken the Denver Mint.

Now, he smelled
a wild horse.

No.

If that'’d been
another stallion...

it'’d whinny back.

Better have a look around.

What'’s taken him so long?

You are gonna worry yourself
right into the grave,

you know that?

It'’s better
than losin'’ your hair.

To a bunch of Indian
sheepherders?

[ gunshot ]

The lawman!

I can'’t figure it out.
What'’s he doin' with a badge

if he ain'’t
some kinda lawman?

What about it, Charlie?

I'’ve been away
from the reservation.

Must be somethin'’ new.

You can'’t be
much of a Indian

if you don'’t even know
what your own people are up to.

I'’m no Indian.

Half-red, half-white.

Guess you ain'’t much
of anything.

MAN 1:
Why'’d he ride up on us,
if he didn'’t have no gun?

Who cares?

Make a nice souvenir.

Get caught with that gimcrack,
and it'’ll be two hangings

you'’ll be owin' '’em.

We'’re wastin' time.

Put a bullet in him
and clear out.
No!

Not till he can talk.

I wanna know what
we might be ridin'’ into.

He'’s watching.

Come on, now.

Ain'’t no use playin' possum.

You see,
you wasted enough time.

[ cocks gun ]

Pull that trigger and you sign
your own death certificate.

Leave him be.

You some kinda lawman?

Indian Territory Police.

You rode in on us
without no gun on purpose?

The entire Navajo Nation
knows you are here,

they know I am here.

You could not ride through
amidst of 1,000 Indians

without being noticed.

Everybody knows those horse,

everybody knows you killed
the old man to steal them.

I warned you against killin'’.

Maybe people do care
if you kill an Indian.

It is clear now
that only one of you wanted

the old Indian murdered.

I know that now.

And I would be
believed in a court.

Two of you
might escape the noose,

but if I am found dead here,

it will be the end of the trail
for all three of you.

What do you mean, Indian,
about a court?

PETERS:
I tell you what he means.

He'’s tryin' to turn us
against each other,

tryin'’ to save his own hide.

Our young braves are waiting
out there for you.

By coming here without a gun,

I hoped to get you to surrender
and accept the fair trial.

Avoid bloodshed.

What about it, Charlie,
you figure he'’s lyin'?

Yah.

Yes, our people
were not always farmers.

Once even Apaches
feared the Navajo tribes

and our young men
have not changed

where vengeance is concerned.

He may speak the truth.

A scared old man
and a superstitious Indian.

Some team I got myself
hooked up with.

You believe his hogwash
about the whole Navajo Nation

waiting for us out there
in the hills?

Charlie,

you'’re supposed to know
how these Indians think.

Why don'’t you
scout around a little--

You'’ll see, he's lyin'’!

What you mean is,
Charlie'’s a half-breed.

If he gets killed,
it don'’t matter none.

Now that he'’s got
you two buffaloed,

so we'’ll all go.

The three of us.

Go out there now

and each of you
is a walking target.

They don'’t know which one of you
is the murderer they want.

Without me,
all three of you will die.

[ chuckles ]

But you won'’t die
as easily as the old man.

You'’ll be staked out
over an anthill

in the broiling sun.

Listen to him.

He knows
there'’s nobody out there

and he don'’t want you
to find it out.

You'’ll live longer
than the others, Indian,

but you'’ll wish
you could die.

Our people reserve a special
kind of punishment

for those who turn
against their own kind!

I'’m not one of your kind!

You try to hide to be white,
but it will do you no good.

You turn your back
on the other Indians

who accept you
as one of their own,

never caring that
your skin is so light.

Instead, your soul
burns with a desire

to be like these other two--
never realizing

that a white man
hates a thief, red or white.

And trying to prove that you
are as good as these other men,

you robbed and killed,
only proving

that you have less honor
than any other Indian.

And what you have done does
not make you as good as them,

it only makes the other thieves
look down on you all the more!

You shut up!

You better not
make Charlie mad.

he can be mean,
especially with that knife.

He knows I speak the truth.

If any one of you had to be
sacrificed for safety,

he would be the one to die.

[ laughs ]

Go on, Charlie, show him.

[ laughs ]

♪

PETERS:
He'’s makin' you look like
a fool, Charlie.

This ain'’t no time
to goin'’ in for entertainment.

You would let him
do that to you, hmm?

Don'’t pay no attention
to neither one of them, Charlie.

Just keep in mind this Indian
ain'’t no good to us

if he cut full of holes.

Put this thing away before
it causes trouble we can'’t cure.

Now what you wanna start
a thing like that for, hmm?

You don'’t show good sense.

Just makin'’ my point.

If there had been Indians
out there,

Old Charlie'’s screamin'
what I brought on running.

They'’d figure we was
workin'’ that man over

with a hot brandin'’ iron.

All this Indian talk
has unnerved both of you.

Who'’s goin' with me
to see who'’s waitin'?

Not me.

Even if he'’s bluffin',

I ain'’t gamblin' my hair
to prove it.

Your guts have
turned to water, Sam.

Come on, Charlie.

No.

I have more to gamble
than either of you.

I didn'’t kill the old man.

But if they catch me,

they'’ll see I spend
more time dying.

He turned you into a pair
of old women.

Maybe he'’s got you thinkin'
if we surrender to him,

I'’ll be the one to hang, hmm?

He could be right.

Meanin'’ what?

Meanin'’ we ain't
gonna risk a scalpin'’

by messin'’ around with him

till we'’re durn sure
it'’s safe to do it.

Me and Little Tree will say
when it'’s safe to do it.

[ howling in distance ]

I better check his ropes.

Will you let me go
if I cut you lose,

give you a gun?

I can promise you
only a fair trial.

White man'’s trial.

Why should that
be distasteful to you?

You tried to be
like the white man,

but these thieves
will never let you.

You will always
be an Indian to them.

You tyrin'’ to make
a deal with him?

I was just checkin'’ his ropes.

Mm-hmm.

You keep away from him.

I don'’t like what you two
might be cookin'’ up.

It will be sunup soon,
we'’ll probably be movin' on.

If those Indians
aren'’t out there,

you'’ll get that bullet
I'’ve been promising you.

Then sunup will be
the end for both of us.

My people will attack then.

You have that much time
to give up.

But you don'’t leave me
much choice.

If you ain'’t lyin',
they'’ll kill me one way,

army another.

But your friends
do have a choice.

He'’s really got you
believin'’ that, ain't he?

You'’re just waitin' for
a chance to bushwhack me

so'’s you can turn yourselves
into this Indian.

It ain'’t like that at all,
me and Little Tree--

You'’re thinkin' of your
own hides, you said so.

You'’re figurin'
to sell me out.

We think of our own hide,
sure, same as you!

[ howling in distance ]

[ laughs ]

What you laughin'’ about?

That ain'’t nothin'
but a coyote.

Ah, it was a signal.

My people are closing in.

Come sunup,
it will be too late.

[ laughs ]

SAM:
What about it, Charlie?

That sound like a coyoteto you?

Well, what about it?

[ howling ]

Stop it.

Do you think I'’m gonna
let you side with him?

Turn me in
'’cause somethin' screeches

out there in the night.

But you see,
there'’s no answer.

If that was a signal,
there'’d be some kinda answer,

wouldn'’t there?

[ howling in distance]

He wasn'’t lying.

Those are Indians
out there.

They were not coyotes.

[ howling continues
in distance ]

Well, I ain'’t
waiting for '’em.

And I ain'’t waiting for you two
to point no fingers at me.

Now get over
next to that Indian.

SAM:
You are crazy,
you can'’t go out there!

Get over there.

I got a better chance
to ride through '’em

if I go alone.[ cocks gun ]

Now, Peters, don'’t shoot,
don'’t shoot--

I ain'’t leavin' nobody to f--

You will not turn me over
to the Navajos?

I promise you a fair trial.

[ gunshot ]

[ cocks gun] HARRY:
Drop it!

And Charlie,
saddle the horses.

Mr. Keams! EDWARD: What is it?

You better come outside.

SERGEANT:
The Indian deputy just got back.

Looks like
he'’s got three prisoners.

[ horse snorting ]

There are your horse thieves.

That one is your murderer,

the other two
will testify against him.

But you disobeyed my orders.

You know, you can'’t arrest
a white man.

They are not under arrest,

they were
at each other'’s throats.

I brought them in
for their own protection.

Sergeant, those three men
are an army matter now.

Better take charge of them.

Yes, sir.

Corporal,
take the prisoners.

You see, he tricked us.

He made us think there was--

You can tell it all
at your trial.

Now you better
tell me exactly

what you were protecting
those men from.

From my lovesick coyote
and their own fears.

I have here the badge
that Harry Two Horses

was wearing during
this experiment in fear.

The badge is copper
inlaid with silver

and it was made
in the Territorial Prison

in Yuma.

It was from that
simple beginning

that the tribal form
of government,

as it known on
the Navajo reservation,

gained its start.

Even today,

the Navajo
is largely self-governing,

with its own courts,
its own judges

and its own police force.