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Zenas!

Zenas Morro!

They are coming.

- Gryce. - Zenas.

It's all over.

Them Yellow Hands won't be bustin' up your traps no more.

Good.

That Owl, will he work for us?

I don't know. He did a good job this time.

Them that ain't dead's runnin'.

Chemin, tell the chief that he'll be well rewarded

for helping us out today.

Tell him that we claim all these beaver creeks

and Yellow Hand country by right of discovery.

Tell him we'll buy the Yellow Hand squaws and use them around here for slaves.

But put a yellow mark on their heads so we can tell them from the Rick women.

And tell Owl him and his Ricks can live outside the fort.

We'll take care of them.

I know that Hudson's Bay Company.

They'll be wantin' to move in on the territory,

so you tell this here savage son of a bitch

we'll pay him to protect our trappers from all hostiles, red or white.

You tell him we'll pay his Ricks with gold.

They don't care about no gold.

Then give them some whiskey.

Sanctify, we pray

Sanctify this water, Lord, we pray

In the fullness of thy grace

Of thy grace

O Lord, we pray

Sanctify

Thank you for coming.

I love you.

In the fullness of thy grace

Of thy grace

O Lord, we pray

Sanctify

Sanctify this water, Lord, we pray

I'm sorry.

In the fullness of thy grace

Of thy grace

Yes.

Denham. Get me Denham.

I see you've made your decision, Master John.

Yes, Denham, I have. I'm going back.

How soon will you be leaving?

Soon? Right away.

How long will you be gone?

How long?

One year. And no more.

I understand.

And, Denham.

Look after the place for me while I'm gone.

I hope you find what you're looking for.

Thank you.

Hello there!

Could you tell me who the proprietor of this residence is?

What the hell is that?

Could I come in, please?

Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you.

That's most civil of you.

I say, could you look at the foreleg of my horse?

Blazing hot, the sun.

I brought this for the rain, you know.

My horse?

Come on. Get up here.

Hurry!

What was that?

Absolutely not done, old boy.

Not done.

Get off of me!

Gryce!

Quiet!

Are you going to waste your time with that?

What an extraordinary beast.

I'm so glad you stopped him.

Now, who in god's name are you?

I, dear boy, am doing a survey of the west.

It appears your president,

Jackson, I believe his name is,

regards everything west of the Missouri as worthless.

$2, I believe, is all it's worth.

So William sent me for a look-see.

William? William who?

The IV, old boy.

His majesty, our king.

I do beg your pardon.

My name is McClory, 7th Duke of Kildare.

And you?

Morro. Zenas Morro. I run this place.

And a jolly little fort it is, too.

You're wrong, friend.

This is a peaceful trading post, not a fort.

We're friendly here to all trappers and all Indians.

How could you be so naive?

There is no such thing as friendly natives.

I must move on. My horse?

Nothing wrong with it.

Thank you, old boy.

Maybe you ought to stay here for the night.

Another time, old boy, another time.

Are you familiar with the Hudson's Bay Company?

No.

Are you sure?

Quite sure, old boy.

Quite sure.

By the by.

As a matter of historical reference,

what happened to that band of savages, the ones that were camped nearby?

Something "hands," they were called.

Yellow Hands.

Precisely.

I knew it was some vulgar color like that.

They moved on.

I was told that Indians never leave their sacred burial grounds.

You were told wrong.

Good, good.

I did think it rather unhygienic

to reside amidst one's decaying ancestors.

You knew them, these Yellow Hands?

Come back here!

Now, there's one of your Yellow Hands.

Nothing but trouble.

Open the gates!

You know, fraternizing sexually with a native

is not done, old boy.

In the best of circles, that is.

Good luck with your little fort.

Gryce, get your mind off that squaw.

I want you to track that dandified son of a bitch.

He's a spy for the Hudson's Bay Company.

I swear it.

He's not alone.

Find out who's with him and how many.

Then report back here, and we'll send out a scalping party.

Son of a bitch.

He's alone.

It's you.

What the hell are you doing?

I'm not making a spot of tea, old boy.

The Yellow Hands, where are they?

The Ricks massacred them.

And the survivors?

There wasn't any.

Where are the survivors?

There was a few women and kids.

The Ricks slaved them and sold some to us.

Where are they?

What the hell difference does it make? They're gone! They're finished!

Where are they?

South. Southeast! Into the badlands!

Now cut me loose!

Come on!

Cut it!

Her name was Wi-Watchapi, by the way.

The young girl you shot.

In the back.

You been here before.

It means "Moon Star."

I knew her when she was 12.

You'll never see any of your Yellow Hand friends alive.

My Ricks will track you down wherever you go.

Shunkawakan.

Thank you, thank you.

Here, here.

Raven.

Morgan.

Go, friend.

There is nothing here for you.

Go.

Sign say Yellow Hand spirit fly away.

Lose sacred rock and all burial ground.

Cannot go back.

Have no place.

Elk Woman, I have brought horses, guns.

We'll hunt the buffalo again.

We'll have meat, teepees, and a new life.

Buffalo spirit gone.

No hunt.

Heart full of pain.

Elk Woman.

To give up hope is to die.

We must wait for sign from evil spirit.

There is no evil spirit,

only evil men.

Tomorrow, when the gifts I have brought for the people are returned,

then the Yellow Hands will be strong again,

and destroy the enemy.

You talk like white man, Shunkawakan.

Guns no good against evil spirit.

Everything is gone.

Gone.

If everything is gone,

then the evil spirit is satisfied, and the Yellow Hands are free.

He wants more?

You've hidden everything.

Haven't you, Raven?

You've hidden everything.

Now, where are they?

Where are they?

Where are they?

Everybody!

Come up here and help me find the guns!

Help me find the guns!

Elk Woman, help me! Talk to the people!

Tell them!

Tell them, Elk Woman!

They must fight back! They must!

Or they will die!

The people will die!

Shunkawakan, why you come back?

You look for something?

Yes.

Yes.

Look for something that I found when I was here before.

The power of the great spirit.

I tried to take it back with me to England,

but when I got there, it left me,

and now I'm lost.

I'm lost.

So I came back.

I came back.

Only to find the people as broken

and as lost as I am.

All waiting to die.

We wait for sign.

For what sign?

For lightning to strike the fort?

If evil spirit go away,

Yellow Hand kill enemy.

Go back to sacred land.

Your enemies are not afraid of the evil spirit, Elk Woman.

They've got guns, cannon, power.

If Yellow Hands all die,

that is way it will be.

You're not afraid of death?

Are you afraid to die?

You have forgot much.

Elk Woman.

Help me.

Help me.

You must forget yourself.

Fast four days and four nights.

Purify your body.

Seek your vision.

You must suffer for the people.

Then you will be reborn.

I send my voice to the four corners of the universe,

to the earth and sky

and all that breathes and grows on the land

and flies above it.

In these things, your spirit lives.

Send me the vision

so I may earn the right to hold the sacred pipe,

and through it, find the way.

This

is the center of the universe.

It is a circle without beginning

and without end.

And in it you will find

your own center,

where there is no future

and no past.

The smoke from the sacred pipe

mixed with my breath

will rise and spread throughout the universe

and become one

with the breath of the great spirit,

who has now shown me the way.

O Wakan-Tanka,

you see here a sacred place.

You see here a sacred center

which we have fixed

and in which I shall suffer.

O great spirit,

on behalf of the people,

I offer all my suffering.

Stop!

My God.

Morgan.

Morgan.

Raven.

Raven.

Raven.

The Yellow Hands have suffered enough.

I understand now.

Buffalo give his spirit to our people.

So the children can play at revenge?

No. For fighting.

We're too few, Elk Woman.

We're too few.

Red Cloud.

That is precisely why they're here.

They want help to fight the white trapper.

- White men of river? - Yes.

Our brothers.

Give us knives. Arrowhead.

Take few furs.

They give us gun.

The white man has come

to strip the land and to own it.

Own land?

How can land be owned?

Can man own rock? Tree?

Bird? Mountain?

Own man's heart?

Where the sun rises and the great rivers flow,

I have seen land

and all that grows there and lives on it

owned by the white man.

You lie!

No! No! White man lies!

You white man! You lie!

White man of river our brothers.

Red Cloud.

He...

He has come to ask for a few of your warriors

because the Yellow Hands have not got enough men.

Then let your women fight!

It's better than nothing.

- Bonjour, Zenas. - Chemin.

That is good.

I have a present for you, my little savage.

Look.

Iron, very valuable.

I'll make you a bracelet. All right?

Come here. Come here.

All right. Good.

All right.

Another one.

Like it?

Beautiful!

No.

Those Indians. Happy slaves.

Come back here.

You behave yourself.

You know I love you.

Come here.

Everyone to their post!

Be on the alert for attack!

You dirty squaw.

What in hell are you men doing there?

Get away from there!

Get to your posts! You, get!

Load that cannon!

Chemin!

Why didn't you sound the alarm?

Damn Yellow Hands!

Where the hell did they come from?

They're getting away! Fire!

What's going on down there?

Those are Yellow Hand squaws.

They're sneaking up on our Ricks.

Come on, boy.

Barricade that gate!

Reload the cannon!

Get up there!

All right, get that cannon ready to fire.

Over here! Another rider!

No.

Keep this loaded and firing.

Give me a hand!

You don't fool me!

You want it all for yourself!

Damn savages.

Pagan filth!