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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 ]