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The Indians at the line shack.

Smitty, you and a couple of the boys go around the back.

Shoot to kill.Hold it, Smitty.

That'’s not a war party, Mr. McCarthy.

Those Indians are carrying trade goods.

Smitty, are you going to listen to me or your big brother?

If they'’re carrying army passes,

we'’ve got no right to hurt '’em.

The passes are the Mormon'’s idea, not mine.

I'’ll kill any Indian that I catch trespassing.

Wait a minute!

[ gunshots ]

[ gunshots ]

[ gunshots ]

[ gunshots ]

Hold it.

[ gunshots ]

I ought to stove your head in.

One of '’em got away.

♪ [ trumpet ]

Howdy, folks. I'’m the Old Ranger.

It says in Matthew 5:9,

"Blessed are the peacemakers,

for they shall be called the children of God."

In 1873, when the Navajo nations were talking war,

a Mormon missionary named Jacob Hamblin

single-handedly turned them. His divinely inspired bravery

entitled him to be called--

I want to thank you for the blanket, Hastele.

Very beautiful.

It is to thank you for making peace among our peoples.

We'’re all children of God.

I gave my word that my people

would live in peace with their Indian brothers.

This pass you made army give us is strong medicine.

We are free to trade and travel.

You make sure your braves carry them.

Oh, Joseph?

Food for your journey back.

Thank you, Joseph.

Here.

My brother knows that these hands will not lie still

if he needs my help.

I will send word if I need it,

but the pass system is working.

I don'’t think there'll be any more trouble

between the Mormons and the Navajos.

Peace in our land again, Joseph.

Peace with our Indian brothers.

It'’s a wonderful feeling.

Father!

Four Navajos were killed this morning near Springdale.

What happened?I don'’t know. I was in the village.

Paiute Indian rode in with a story.

Well, our people all know the agreement with the Indians.

Who killed them?

A white man named McCarthy.

McCarthy.

He'’s not a Mormon?

He has a ranch in Grass Valley.

Father, wait. What are you gonna do?

I must get word to Brigham Young at once.

He'’s got to know of this.

Father, please let me go with you.

I must go alone.

President Young has given the task to me,

not to my sons.

But it'’s too dangerous going into the Navajo Nation alone.

Joseph, one life is very unimportant

compared to the lives of the saints

in the interests of the kingdom of God.

Well, at least take this.

You should know by now I put my trust in the Lord.

Ride to the fort, tell them what happened.

Are you Mr. McCarthy?

That'’s right.

My name is Hamblin, Jacob Hamblin.

I'’ve heard of you.

What happened out here, Mr. McCarthy?

What business is it of yours?

Because of your thoughtless violence,

the Navajos are forming a war party.

I'’m going to try and stop them,

but I must know what happened.

Four thieving redskins broke into one of my cabins,

stole some firewood.Were they armed?

I never ask a rattlesnake if it can bite.

They were issued passes to allow them to trade.

Mormon passes don'’t mean nothing to me.

I'’ll kill any red skin that sets foot on my property.

If the Navajo start a war,

hundreds of settlers will be wiped out.

The killing'’ll never stop.

Don'’t you know what you'’ve done?

Listen, you Indian lover,

get on your horse and get off my property fast.

I'’ll go, but you'll answer to the authorities

for murdering those men.

Put '’em away, boys. He ain'’t worth it.

Now you push leather out of here

while you still got a head on your shoulders.

All right, McCarthy.

Smitty?

Here, take your pay. Go with him.

I had no part in this.

I didn'’t see you back me up like the other boys.

I guess blood is thicker than water.

Now, get out of here.

Glad you changed your mind, Smitty.

It wasn'’t my idea.

You had to be the big hero, got me fired.

Mr. Hamblin, this is my brother Smitty.

McCarthy'’s not a good man.

You'’re better off away from his influence.

You gonna get me another job, mister? Huh?

McCarthy paid good money.

For shooting unarmed Indians?

They was trespassing.

Trespassing.

And for this, the needless slaughter of innocent souls.

Souls? Indians? They'’re animals.

You'’re wrong, Smitty.

Everybody'’s got a soul,

even you.

With the Lord'’s help, we may get there

before they start their war council.

Which way are we going, Caleb?

Mr. Hamblin'’s going into the Navajo village

to see if he can stop them from going on the warpath.

Oh, yeah? Good luck.

We'’re going with him.

Are you loco?

Those Navajos will tear you apart. They'’re all riled up.

Those Indians probably are itching for blood, Mr. Hamblin.

They have good reason.

Then why walk right in on them?

Because I made a promise.

I promised the Navajos they'’d be safe

as long as they carried the passes.

Now, there'’s a chance, if I can show them

that I haven'’t lied to them, they may listen to me.

So he made a promise.

Well, we didn'’t.

Let'’s you and me ride the other way.

St. George, Santa Clara.

There'’s lots of good spreads up that way.

Let him get his scalp cleaned off.

It ain'’t our worry.

Your brother'’s right.

It could be trouble. Goodbye. God bless you.

But Mr. Hamblin...

There'’s a hundred Navajos in that camp.

He won'’t stand a chance if they get their hackles up.

You don'’t meet a man like Jacob Hamblin every day.

There'’s something about his eyes, the tone of his voice.

I'’ve seen all he's done for his people.

It'’s not something you put into words.

It'’s just a feeling you get.

He'’s a great man, Smitty.

A great man'’s gotta scalp, too.

That'’s McCarthy's fault.

If he hadn'’t killed those Indians,

there wouldn'’t be this mess.

So what? It ain'’t our trouble.

You helped McCarthy and you'’re my brother.

He'’s gonna need all the help he can get.

You coming?Are you out of your fool head?

Maybe, but I'’m going to help him.

And you can go to St. George.

Caleb!

We'’ll rest the horses and then go on.

We'’ve got to get to Hastele before the trouble breaks out.

Before trouble breaks out?

Mister, you already got trouble.

It'’s all around us.

Up in those hills, behind rocks, in the brush.

This is Indian country.

I know.

But they won'’t try anything until they'’ve had council.

They'’ll give me a chance to speak.

If they don'’t cut out your tongue before.

Passes to Indian...

What are you Mormons trying to prove, anyway?

Why don'’t you go back where you come from

and mind your own business?

Go practice your mumbo-jumbo in your own neck of the woods.

Come on, Caleb. Let'’s get away from this halo-polisher.

Hold on a minute, Smitty.

It'’s not mumbo-jumbo.

Maybe you don'’t know of God, of love, or compassion,

but the Indian is not an animal. McCarthy'’s the animal.

Those passes were good. They worked.

The agreement worked

till McCarthy started this trouble again.

Now we'’ve got to stop the violence.

Over that rise-- a smoke signal!

Let'’s get out of here, Caleb.

Caleb, you can still leave,

but once we cross that river up ahead into Navajo country,

they'’ll be no turning back.

Let'’s be going, Mr. Hamblin.

Go ahead. Get your head tore off.

They'’ll string you up spread-eagle for buzzards.

Well, not me. I'’m getting out.

Caleb!

Put that away.

I want them to know we'’re friendly.

I said put it away.

Come on, let'’s go.

You sure they won'’t shoot us in the back?

I don'’t think so.

They know me.

Friend of Hastele.

They'’re all around us, all right.

We'’ll take the east trail going up the stream.

It'’ll bring us a few hours closer to Hastele'’s camp.

Is that where they'’re going to have the pow-wow?

I don'’t know, but wherever it is,

I want Hastele with me.

He'’s a fair man.

The older chief Barboneita,

he'’s easily swayed by the younger bucks.

Don'’t touch your gun.

We come take you to council.

We got to the Hastele'’s lodge.

No. Council at Barboneita.

We talk with Hastele, my friend.

Go to Barboneita.

Brave no take gun.

Brave want gun, brave ask.

Give him your guns.

Tanguay, you remember me, Friend of Hastele?

The man who killed your brothers

is not one of my people.

Go, get your chief. Get Hastele.

Tell him to come to pow-wow.

Tanguay, you say nothing,

but I know you understand.

Go. You can help all of us.

We got to Barboneita.

Good. You here.

My brother Barboneita speaks with face in shadows.

No talk here.

Talk in council.

Come.

Is Hastele here?

What about my friend Kinichi?

Is he here?

Kinichi sits with ashes on head.

Two sons, killed by your people.

My people did not kill them.

Talk council, not here.

No. Council with Hastele.

Council begin now.

What happens now?

The council is very formal.

In a short while, one of the men will get up

and tell his side of the story.

All we can do is sit and wait.

[ galloping ]

If it'’s Hastele, we'’ve got a chance.

That him?

No, but I know this one, too.

All your lies and our murdered braves.

This is our answer.Ten-Ah-Soka,

you'’re in council.

Don'’t dishonor it with your knife.

The knife is a symbol of honor for the Navajos.

You remember the ways of my people well.

I respect the ways of your people.

They'’re my people, too.

I thought you were a goner.

We'’ll all be goners if we don'’t make a break for it.

You fool. We'’ve got to stay here and reason with them.

Well, you stay and reason with them.

Those murdering savages.

Show no grief.

He died like a brave.

You must show pride.

How much longer must we wait

to show our people that we are men?

Council begin now.

It'’s not good.

They'’re starting without Hastele.

Barboneita: My brothers,

this council meet for most solemn matter.

We all know how three young braves,

killed, murdered by white man in most cowardly way.

True, Jacob Hamblin was friend to Navajos.

What about braves who lie dead?

Where was the friend of the Navajo then?

If my brothers think he has lied,

and the white man cannot keep his word,

then blood will be met with blood.

Barboneita doesn'’t commit himself.

Hastele would speak plainer.

Hastele. Why doesn'’t he get here?

Barboneita'’s too old.

He won'’t disagree with his braves.

War will come if we kill these white men,

and it would be a mistake to send warriors

against the settlers.

Ten-Ah-Soka: Warriors?

You call yourself warriors?

We won'’t even fight against the white man

even though they kill our braves.

You are our leaders.

Then lead us.

Or does age poison the heart of the mountain lion

and change it to the heart of a chicken?

Hamlin lies as all white men lie.

We must take his life,

and we take back our treaty.

There will be no war.

If Hamlin did lie, he will pay for it.

Jacob Hamlin, you speak now.

I came here freely, without fear,

to stop a needless war.

I have known your people for many years.

I have worked many moons with Hastele,

Barboneita, Kinichi, to bring about peace.

You must not blame my people, the Mormons,

for the killing of your three braves.

The man who did it was not a Mormon,

and he will be punished.

I have never lied to you...

and I'’m not lying now.

I am a man of peace

who wants to do the work of the great spirit.

Peace?

You come with guns.

I come as a friend.

I am here to bring peace or to die.

This man has no part in this.

Hamblin admits he is ready to die

to avenge the death of our braves.

We will spare his friend...

but he must watch him die.

Take him away.

Now we see how brave you die.

I said I had not lied...

and yet you wish to kill me.

I could take the life of your brother Ten-Ah-Soka,

but I won'’t.

This knife, which is your strength,

shall not draw Navajo blood.

This man is our brother. The truth lies in his heart.

He does not lie when he says his people did not kill our braves.

A white man killed them.

True, but they were not of Jacob Hamblin'’s people,

and already they are being punished.

We must not dishonor our name with false vengeance.

We live in peace with the Mormons.

Thank you, Hastele. Thank you.

And thank you, young man, for bringing your chief.

Were you not afraid? No.

We'’re never afraid of our brothers,

and these, your people, are our brothers.

In 1946, Governor Maw of Utah

dedicated this monument

to the memory of an honest and God-loving pioneer.

To the peacemaker, Jacob Hamblin.

Many of his descendants came to the dedication,

among them, Fay Hamblin,

the grandson of Jacob.

Thank you, Old Ranger,

for telling the story of my grandfather.

We'’re very proud of him.

♪ [ trumpets ]