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[ theme music playing ]

[ mooing ]

♪♪

Whoa! Whoa!

Any luck?No strays over there.

Let's take a look down there in the draw.

Come on.

[ mooing ]

Well, I'll be darned.

♪♪

You're a little far from home, aren't you?

They're wearing the Shiloh brand.

Hold on!

Hey!

Look--Hey--

You think I got nothin' better to do than--

Hold on. Hey.

You're not an Indian.

Hold on, will you? I'm not gonna hurt you.

Will you hold on a minute?

I don't get it. Who are you?

Well, you can talk, can't you?

I can talk.

Well, then, what's this all about?

Who are you and where are you from? Huh?

And why are you in those Indian clothes?

My name is Liliota,

and I wear the clothes of my people.

Oh.

Half-breed, huh?

I am Arapaho.

STACY: Anything wrong?

Yeah, I think something's mighty wrong.

♪♪

Well, I think you're mean.

[ laughs ]

You can have the next one.

This is going to be my high country horse

in a couple of years.

But he's not bred for that.

He can be trained for it.

Get him used to high altitudes,

he's gonna be more at home there than he is here.

Environment over heredity?

You could call it that.

I was reading about that the other day.

This man said there was no such thing as--

Mr. Grainger?

Caught 'em makin' off with a few of your head.

What have you got to say for yourself?

Take 'em back into town. The sheriff will handle it.

I think there might be more to it than that.

Meaning what?

Show him.

Look, either you're gonna show him, or I'll have to--

Don't touch me!

Stacy, what's this all about?

Look at her shoulder.

She's not an Indian.

That true?

I am Arapaho.

She's our daughter.

You say she's yours?

And yours?

Yes.

You really expect me to believe

that you're her real parents?

She knows no others.

She is Arapaho.

Trampas, I'll ride into town with you.

Stace, you'd better get back to the roundup.

All right, let's go. Come on.

I can't believe it.

Her skin was as white as mine.

I'd sure like to know what that's all about.

♪♪

Can you think back to a time when you were not with the Arapaho?

How long have you lived on the reservation?

Try to tell me the first thing you can remember,

the very first thing.

Hiding from the white man.

What else?

Running from the soldiers.

Go on.

Cleaning hide to make dress.

Did you ever think to tell the soldiers you were not Arapaho?

It would be a lie.

Grey Horse.

It's very much in your favor that you treated the girl well,

but it will not help you unless you tell us more about her.

I have nothing to tell.

Don't you think the girl has a right to know

who her real parents are?

If you have any feeling for her,

you'll tell us where you stole her.

I did not steal.

Then how did she come to be with you?

She was given to me.

By whom?

There was attack on wagons of the white man.

When?

Many winters--12.

Braves took the child.

They would have killed.

Elk Woman had no child then.

I took her.

Where did this happen?

On the river of the wind.

I can check on that.

There must be someone still around

who was with that wagon train.

Liliota, you heard that.

I do not care.

Grey Horse, in view of the fact that you finally told the truth,

we'll forget that rustling charge.

Mark?All right.

I'll just hold 'em here until I can contact

the agent at the reservation.

What are you gonna do with her?

I don't know.

We can't keep her here.

I'll just have to find some family to board her with.

I'd be happy to board her at Shiloh.

I don't want to go with you.

We have to hold you here

while we try to contact your real parents.

Or at least find out if they're still alive.

There's nothing to be afraid of.

We're simply trying to do what's best for you.

Then let me stay with them.

I'm afraid I can't do that.

No! Don't let them take me.

Only children and white man show fear.

You are Arapaho, no matter what they say.

Remember that.

She will go with you.

♪♪

Let me know when you hear anything.

I will.

Whoa.

Libby...

this is Liliota.

She's going to stay with us for a while.

This is my granddaughter Elizabeth.

She'll do her best to make you comfortable.

Welcome to Shiloh. I hope you like it here.

If you get off,

I'll take care of your horse for you.

Let's go inside.

♪♪

Good luck.

Elizabeth will take you to your room

and show you around.

You can have the room next to mine.

I can understand how you feel.

But we're only trying to do what's best for you.

Try and think of us as your friends.

You are not my friends. I did not choose to come here.

Libby.

Let's go upstairs.

Don't worry, Granddad. We'll get along fine.

We weren't expecting company,

or I'd have fixed it up a little.

I've never used this bed.

I imagine it's comfortable enough.

Would you like to try it?

Go on, sit on her.

[ chuckles ]

Why are you laughing?

You look so surprised.

I didn't mean to offend you.

I just forgot that a bed like that might be kind of new for you.

Do you think you'll like it?

I sleep on buffalo robe.

Why don't you try this just for one night?

If you don't like it, we'll see what we can do about it.

Now, you'll need something else to wear.

What is wrong with how I am?

I didn't mean there was anything wrong with it.

I just meant you need a change.

Unless they're bringing some other clothes for you.

No.That's all right.

I'll fix something up for you.

I do not wear white girls' clothes.

Just for a while...

till I can mend where yours is torn. No!

Sit down, Liliota.

Please.

I know you don't want to be here.

But there's nothing I can do about that.

All I can do is offer you friendship

while you are here.

I guess I don't know as much about Indians,

or the way you're used to living, as I should.

Maybe if you were to tell me about it,

and I told you about us--

the way we live...

maybe you wouldn't feel so strange.

It'll make it easier for us to be friends.

Like your white friends?

I guess so.

I do not want to be like them.

I want to be what I am.

I'll be in my room if you want me.

♪♪

What happened in town?Plenty.

She's stayin' here

while they try to locate her real parents.

Stace told me what happened.

She still claiming to be an Indian?

Doesn't much matter to her what she really is.

She feels Indian, she thinks Indian,

and that's the way she likes it.

What happened to the rustlers?

Old man Grainger is--

Uh, Mr. Grainger told the sheriff

to send 'em back to the reservation.

Well, that was real kind of Old man Grainger.

You mind if I go up and see what's happening?

Go ahead.

[ chuckles ]

How come Grainger sent me into town with him

and sent Stace back to the ranch?

Guess he's just tryin' not to show favoritism.

He doesn't have to do that.

I never think of Stace as being the boss' grandson...

until I call him "Old man Grainger".

It was like talking to a stone wall.

I've always been able to make friends with people,

but I couldn't get through to her at all.

Don't you think it's a little early to expect anything else?

I don't mind trying, but I don't know what to do.

Everything I say, she just stares at me.

Are you sure she isn't an Indian?

You saw the color of her skin.

Well, maybe she's part Indian.

No. They admitted she was stolen from a wagon train.

Hi. I understand we got a new houseguest.

How is she?

Unhappy, angry, and frightened.

That's just the way I used to feel

when I had to visit Aunt Henrietta.

It's no joke, Stace.

Neither was Aunt Henrietta.

We just have to be patient

and hope they come up with some information about her parents.

I told her I'd be in my room.

Better go see how she's getting along.

♪♪

You kind of let yourself in for something, didn't you?

She had no place else to go.

And, if you don't mind my bringing it up,

it was you and Trampas that found her.

You ever think what might happen

if you don't locate her parents?

We'll cross that bridge...

if and when we come to it.

♪♪

I have to change for supper.

Will you help me?

Guess I could keep this room a little tidier.

It's a little fancy,

but we don't have guests very often.

What do you think?

Would you mind buttoning me?

Please?

Frankly, I don't know why they make these dresses so fancy.

But it's the style.

And I guess there's nothing anyone can do about it...

till they decide to change styles.

And I hope they do soon.

Thank you.

Granddad says this is too strong,

but I like it.

He doesn't mind my using powder,

so long as he doesn't notice it.

There. He can't complain about that.

Are you sure you don't want to borrow a dress of mine,

just to go downstairs and eat?

I do not eat.

But you have to eat.

You can't go without food.

I do not take food here.

♪♪

Any better luck?

She says she won't eat.

She'll eat when she gets hungry enough.

I've been going over these old periodicals

to see if I can find any reference

to that Indian attack they talked about.

There were plenty of raids.

But I can't find anything

around that particular time or place.

It really would take a miracle, wouldn't it--

after all these years?

Yes, I'm afraid it would.

Granddad...

why not let her be what she wants to be?

She's happier with them.

She is now,

because that's all she knows.

What about her parents? Would it be fair to them?

If they came for her now,

she'd be as afraid of them as she is of us.

That's true enough.

But...

supposing you'd been kidnapped at that same age.

Would that make you any the less my granddaughter?

I have just as great a responsibility to her parents

as I have to her.

I can't back away from that

any more than I can give in to the fact

that she's happier as an Indian.

There's more at stake than what she thinks now

or how she feels about white people.

The point is that she's somebody's flesh and blood.

Right now I can't think beyond that.

Supper's ready.

No Liliota?

She says she won't eat.

Hmm.

Aha. Extra buttonhole. Hold still.

Never mind. It isn't important.

Can I have some more meat, please, Liz?

You don't have to make such a pig of yourself.

Hey, don't take it out on me.

I don't have to go on a hunger strike

just to be a good host, do I?

Don't you have any feelings at all?

Yes, and I'm also very hungry.

GRAINGER: Take it easy, Libby.

Missing a few meals never hurt anybody.

Will you excuse me? I have a headache.

Taking it a little hard, isn't she?

I thought she'd be able to handle the girl

better than I could.

Perhaps I've been asking too much of her.

♪♪

[ footsteps ]

[ knock on door ]

Sit down, Liliota.

That pony of yours out in the corral--

how long have you had it? Long.

I imagine you treat him well.

You take him away from me?

No.

We're taking care of him for you.

Now, if you hadn't treated him well--

fed and watered him--

he'd be afraid of you.

He wouldn't trust you.

But he's gotten to know you,

gotten used to you.

If you give yourself a chance,

you could get used to us

and realize that we're your friends.

I am not like pony.

But you're acting like any living thing that's frightened.

There's nothing here for you to be afraid of.

I do not like it here.

Why must I be kept here?

I can't send you back to the reservation.

It is my home.

It's the home that was forced on you.

It's the home you were taken from that we have to find.

Until then, you will stay here.

Then I will not eat. I die here!

I don't think so.

Many people have been known to live on nothing but water

for quite a long time.

You're very young, my dear.

You have lots to live for.

I do not wish to live as you live.

We'll talk about that later.

Let's go down now.No!

I stay here.

You'll need more water.

I'll have Manuel bring you a fresh pitcher.

♪♪

Well, hello there.

You going someplace?

And who was it that accused me

of making a pig out of myself?

You know very well this isn't for me.

Oh, come on. You're fooling me.

Well, it's like I've said over and over again about this house--

you certainly get very good service.

I felt sorry for her.

Could you please not talk so loud?

You afraid that Granddad might object

to your pampering her?

It's not that. It's just that I--

It's just that you don't want to take the chance.

Well, you better get upstairs

before it gets cold, don't you think?

[ knock on door ]

ELIZABETH: Liliota? Are you asleep?

What are you doing here in the dark?

How does this look?

I told you, I do not eat food here.

Eating doesn't have to change the way you feel about being here.

Nobody's going to expect anything of you

just because you took some food.

When people give food, you must thank them.

I have nothing to thank you for.

Look, don't thank us.

Don't do anything you don't want to do.

Just eat, okay?

You'd better make up your mind while it's still hot.

♪♪

♪♪

[ men cheering and whistling ]

[ shouting and whistling continues ]

Don't worry, girl. I'm not gonna hurt you.

Come on!I'm gonna!

I want to take a nice, peaceful ride

right around the corral.

See how you, uh--

No! Get away from her!

Only I ride her!

I wasn't gonna hurt her.

I just wanted to see what she was like.

I show you. I show all of you!

Hey! Wait! Hey!

Hey! Hey!

Hey! Hey, come back here!

Go get her! Hey!

Well, hurry up!

Hey!

Good morning.

You must be the girl the sheriff told me about.

I'm looking for Mr. Grainger.

He's in the ranch house.

After you.

♪♪

We do have a record that year of a raid

at the Crow Butte crossing.

It's the only one that could've been Arapaho.

Any survivors?

Yes, but they're the ones we don't know anything about.

They could be anywhere from here to Oregon to California.

And the others?

Five wagons were burned, the families killed.

We got their names from the wagon master.

Whether or not the girl belonged to one of those families, we don't know.

Anyway, it's not in the records.

How many wagons in the train? 60.

We still think there's a good chance that her folks are alive.

Liliota...

I know this happened a long time ago.

I wouldn't expect you to remember much about it.

But the lieutenant here has a list of names.

I want you to listen to them.

You may be able to recall something.

First name is Harlan and Mary Booker.

David and Abigail Evans.

Evans.

Peter and Rose Gilliam.

Jonathan and Rebecca Porter.

Lewis and Sarah Tasker.

None of these names mean anything to you?

No! No, no, no!

I don't remember anything! No names, nothing!

There's still hope it's one of the others.

I'm afraid these names aren't gonna do any good.

It's only people themselves that'll help her to remember.

You take me away from my Indian family.

You try and find a white family for me.

I don't want a white family.

I want to go back to the reservation where I belong.

I'm sorry. I can't do that.

Where are Grey Horse and Elk Woman?

They've been taken back to the reservation.

♪♪

Libby?

Come on, Liliota.

Well?

What's the next step?

Notices will be sent to the press of major cities

with instructions to smaller newspapers to copy.

Nothing much else we can do.

And if that doesn't succeed?

She'll be placed in an orphanage or a foster home.

Let's hope it doesn't have to come to that.

We'll keep you informed if we hear anything, Mr. Grainger.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

♪♪

Liliota's a beautiful name.

But it's too long to keep saying all the time.

Why don't I call you Lily,

and you call me Liz?

I did not think Grey Horse and Elk Woman would leave me.

There's nothing wrong with crying.

[ cries ]

♪♪

[ mooing ]

How's what's-her-name doing?

Liliota?Yeah.

Still the same, I guess.

I never seen anybody so set on being an Indian.

Let her up.

Okay, wait a minute.

[ indistinct chatter ]

Mademoiselle.

Thank you.

Well...

Tell me--would you like to take hers upstairs now,

or would you rather wait until I've gone into the study?

You're pretty tricky, aren't you?

Not particularly.

It's just that I'm not quite as dumb

as you two sometimes seem to think I am.

If you don't mind, I will take something up to her.

Any news from town?

Not since the lieutenant was here.

After all, it's--

♪♪

Lily... you look beautiful.

You like?

We like. Welcome to Shiloh.

You go away?

No, Liliota. We're not going away.

Here, sit down.

I'll give you a plate.

Give me yours.

That dress looks better on you than it does on me.

Uh, how'd the branding go?

Fine.

She'll be good and fat come next fall.

That's good to hear.

They tell me in town

that the grass is better around here than it's been in years.

So I understand.

Oh, we got some fence down in the north pasture.

It probably needs some extra wire to fix it up.

Yes, I know.

I'm going to town tomorrow. I'll get some.

Don't worry about that.

Go ahead, laugh at me.

Nobody's laughing.

You try and make me like you.

I do not want to be like you!

I will not learn your ways. I am Indian.

Stop that.

Put that knife down.

I do not want it.

Pick it up.

We've treated you with friendship and respect,

as I'd want my granddaughter treated in a strange house.

But if you insist upon behaving like a spoiled child,

I'll treat you like one.

Now, you pick that knife up

and put it down properly...

or I'll put you over my knee

and give you the spanking you deserve.

♪♪

Now...

if you wish to leave the table,

you're excused.

You don't think you were a little hard on her?

If she doesn't learn something here,

it'll be all the harder for her when she leaves.

♪♪

Ooh, I'm sleepy.

I think I'll go to bed.

You haven't gone to bed at 8:30

since you were a baby.

You let her stay alone a while longer.

But you always made up with me before I went to sleep,

no matter how bad I'd been.

Not until I gave you time to think about it.

Queen to pawn.

Lily.

I couldn't make it clean.

Don't worry about that.

It was an old dress.

Besides, a good washing will fix it.

Why don't you take Lily into the kitchen

and see what you can rustle up for her?

Come on, Lily.

You were--

You were right to make me obey.

Grey Horse would have done the same.

Thank you.

Come on.

♪♪

Score one for you.

No, sir.

Score one for her.

♪♪

Morning, Mark.Mr. Grainger.

There's the announcement--

right there in the box on page one.

That'll appear in every paper west of the Rockies,

maybe some eastern ones, too.

Well, I guess there's nothing much anybody can do.

How's she behaving?

About as you and I would, I think,

if we were taken from those we loved

and kept against our will with strangers.

You sound as if you don't think we're doing the right thing.

No. But I wish there were an easier way of doing it.

And I can't help worrying about what's going to happen

if her parents don't turn up.

We'll find her a foster home, I suppose.

Yeah.

You in the market for another granddaughter?

I've thought of it.

But I don't know.

I just don't know.

Anyway, we'll see what the papers turn up

before we start worrying about that.

♪♪

[ mimics owl hoot ]

[ hooting continues ]

[ hooting ]

[ hooting ]

[ hooting ]

[ hooting ]

[ hooting ]

[ hooting ]

[ hooting ]

[ hooting ]

[ hooting ]

♪♪

[ hooting ]

I did not know you in white woman's dress.

Come.They'll find you here.

They will not find me.

Grey Horse told me you were here.

You will come back with me.

But they will come after me.

We go where they will not find us.

It is as it was with us?

Come, then.

Wait.

My horse.

They would hear us.

I have brought another. Come.

[ gunshot ]

TRAMPAS: Who's there?

Go without me. They will catch us.

We go together.

TRAMPAS: Hold it!

Aren't you ever gonna learn?

All right, come on.

Come on.

♪♪

I caught her tryin' to run away.

You cannot hold her here.

She was promised to me by her father.

Grey Horse is not her father.

Let Liliota say that he is not.

She has no more say in that

than she had when she was stolen.

She is old enough to choose.

Not while she's in my care.

Now, you get back to the reservation.

If you try anything like this again,

you'll be turned over to the soldiers.

You heard him. Let's go. Come on.

Let's go back.

You're not angry at me?No.

Even when I try to run away?

I knew you would if you got the chance.

You've made that plain enough.

♪♪

[ chiming ]

It does that every hour--

all day and all night.

24 times altogether.

So when you have a clock, you always know what time it is.

Spirit of the sun and the moon is stronger than this.

Well, it's not exactly a spirit.

It's a-- It's a machine.

It's a machine for telling time.

It is better to know the seasons.

Mm-hmm. Well, we have a calendar for that.

See? All these numbers?

That way, you know exactly when the seasons are gonna arrive.

I know when the seasons will arrive.

I do not need numbers.

Mm-hmm. Well, I--

I guess there's a lot of things that know

that we don't.

Or maybe it's just that we know them in a different way.

You know, it's a nice thing

to know about other people's ways.

I know enough.

Look, I'll make a deal with you.

Instead of fighting it all the time,

why don't you just give yourself half a chance?

Just watch the way that we live.

I mean, that's not asking too much, is it?

♪♪

First you've got to understand that the globe is round.

That's why if you start from here,

you can get all the way across

around to the other side without falling off.

♪♪

Now wash.

Soap.

I'm gonna put in a green ribbon.

If you don't like it, I'll take it down

and try it again with a French roll.

Now, read these letters.

"K".

No. That's the first letter in the alphabet--

"A".

You've already told me once what it was?

I do not know it.

Or you prefer not to know it.

It's not useful to me.

It will be, believe me.

When? When you find my white mother and father?

I will not go with them, even if you find them.

♪♪

I'd swear that colt's put on ten pounds overnight.

How's school coming?

She just doesn't want to learn anything.

Well, it takes time.

Well, maybe it just doesn't work with people

the way it does with that colt.

Is it too much for you, Libby?

No. It's not that so much.

It's just that-- Well, I'm not sure

that what I teach her is really better for her.

I didn't say it was better.

But the things you're trying to teach her

are part of our way of life.

And she has the right to at least be exposed to it.

Whether she accepts them or not,

that's up to her.

[ horse approaches ]

Looks like we struck pay dirt.

Telegram from Fort Halleck.

A couple in Oregon thinks she might be their daughter.

They'll be here tomorrow.

I thought you might want to tell the girl,

sort of prepare her.

I'll do that. Thank you.

See you tomorrow.

♪♪

I do not wish to see them.

They're coming a long way for this.

The least you can do is to meet them,

talk with them.

What do you talk about

with people you do not know?

Just give them a chance.

That's all I'm asking.

♪♪

♪♪

[ train bell ringing ]

Mr. Emory?Yes.

My name's Abbott.

Oh. Well, how do you do?

My wife Louise.

Ma'am.How do you do?

This is Mr. Grainger.

The girl you've come to see is staying at his ranch.

Mr. Emory. Ma'am.How do you do?

I have a buggy here,

if you'd care to ride out to Shiloh with me.

Or perhaps you'd rather stop at the hotel.

Oh, I'd like to see her as soon as possible, Mr. Grainger.

♪♪

Yeah. 12 years since we've been in this territory.

Strange feeling.

I can understand that.

Where's your home now?

Klamath Falls has been our home for the past five years.

We're from Mansfield, Ohio originally.

Catherine Ann was born there.

Has she been told that we were coming?

Oh, yes.

You must bear in mind--

she's been living with the Indians for 12 years.

Everything about us is strange to her,

including the fact that you may be her real parents.

It won't matter. Once I see her

and know she's Cathy Ann,

I know everything is going to be all right.

♪♪

Whoa.

Libby, this is Mr. and Mrs. Emory.

My granddaughter Elizabeth.

How do you do?How do you do?

We've all been waiting for this moment.

Where is she?

Let's go inside.

Cathy?

My name is Liliota.

Li-Liliota?

Would you folks care to go in the living room?

I gave her my best dress to wear.

I know.

We'll leave you alone. If you want anything,

I'll be in my study right across the hall.

Thank you.

I'm going upstairs. I can't stand the suspense.

Libby... no eavesdropping.

Do you remember me at all?

No.

Cathy Ann was only four years old, Louise.

This was my daughter Catherine Ann

when she was three years old.

If you are my daughter, then that picture is of you.

I do not look like that.

I never looked like that.

Well, that was many years ago.

Children change very much as they grow.

Let me study your face.

You know, in my mind, all these years,

I carried the image of a small child.

But you--

Well, you are almost a woman.

And yet you could be my daughter.

Your eyes are the same color.

Your hair could've darkened over the years.

We weren't sure then whether it was going to be brown or black.

You are very beautiful.

I--

I thought we'd recognize each other at once.

I was so sure that--

[ sobs ]

Now, now, now, now.

Be very sensible about this.

We--We had a daughter

who was taken away from us at the same time and place,

we're told, that you were taken.

Now, perhaps if I say some of these things to her,

they may have some meaning to her.

Uh, do you remember the farm?

The farmhouse? The barn?

Oh, we had cows and pigs and chickens

out in the front yard.

Remember the cornfield? I used to ride Cathy

in the back of the old plow-horse.

Yeah, he'd take her right into the barn,

and she'd slide off into the straw.

Then she'd stroke his nose and feed him a carrot.

His name was Tim. Cathy Ann used to call him Timmy.

Remember Timmy, the plow-horse?

We had a big birthday party for our daughter

when she was four.

It was going to be our last year in Ohio.

Ohio?

Yes, Mansfield, Ohio. Do you remember it?

The snow went early that year.

But there was a lot of mud.

When the children came to the party,

Cathy Ann stood in the doorway and shouted to them,

"Scrape your muddy shoes clean."

[ laughs ] And everybody laughed.

She stood there shouting to them,

"Scrape your muddy shoes clean."

[ both laugh ]

Well, the ground gets wet and soft

and it becomes muddy.Muddy?

On the way out here, over the plains--

sometimes the wagon wheels would be hub-deep in the mud.

Cathy Ann would stand up there in the driver's seat

and say, "Get out, horse! Out of the mud!"

[ laughs ]

Why are you telling me all of these things about your daughter?!

I'm not your daughter!

Well, we--

We don't know if you are or not.

Remembering these things--

Perhaps if we could--

if we could see something familiar in one another,

it would help.

I don't know. The gesture of a hand

or the sound of a voice?

You--You want me to be your daughter?

More than anything in the world.

I will be your daughter,

and we will go from here.

Yes? You get my horse.

Well, why do you want the horse?

I want--I want to go with you.

You want to go with us or...

run away?

That's what you want to do, isn't it?

I am not your daughter!

It's another one! It's not me!

I do not know you.

I do not know you!

♪♪

Why did she leave?

I don't know what to think.

I was hoping so much, and--

It seems that she's willing to be our daughter

only if we help her escape.

Is she your daughter?

I don't know.

What about you, Mrs. Emory?

It's so strange--

to hope and pray all these years,

and then to have my prayers answered--

to find a stranger.

I think you should give each other more time.

I'd be very glad to have you stay here at Shiloh

until you can see things more clearly.

You are very kind, Mr. Grainger.

[ knock on door ]

May I come in?

You wouldn't even give yourself a chance, would you?

I do not understand.

Why did you have to put on those clothes?

To prove to them you couldn't be their daughter?

I did not know them, and they did not know me.

It is settled.

Nobody could expect you to know each other

after all these years.

They told me many things

about their daughter when she was a child.

I did not remember.

Did you try?

Gosh, I remember stuff when I was only four.

I remember Stace pushing me in the swing.

And building a snowman once.

Can't you remember anything like that?

No.

It's Louise that I'm worried about.

See, she never had any other children

to help take her mind off the loss of Cathy.

Oh, she's been better the past few years,

but now it's just like it only happened yesterday.

Exactly what did happen, Mr. Emory?

Well...

it was just a week after Cathy's fourth birthday

that the wagon train started out from Defiance.

It was late spring.

There'd been a lot of Indian fighting

all that previous winter

and all that spring.

By the time that we got there,

the cavalry was in control again.

We thought.

We made camp at the side of the river.

The first we knew of it that night was...

flaming arrows hitting the wagons.

And then they were all over us.

Stampeding the horses and the stock...

looting, killing.

Louise had just left the wagon

to bring me some more ammunition.

By the time she got back...

one of those devils had...

crawled in the wagon...

and taken the baby.

Mr. Grainger, how can it be

that a child can so change

that nothing about her is recognizable?

Nothing.

This is a photograph of my granddaughter at five.

Do you recognize her?

No.

Neither would I if I hadn't seen her in 12 years.

Yeah, I suppose you're right.

I thought you were resting.

I couldn't.

It all kept going through my mind.

How far is it to Crow Butte crossing?

About half a day's drive.

Can we get someone to take us there?

Now, Louise, you don't want to do--

It's never been out of my mind.

And now that we're close--

Please, Roger, it's where I last held Cathy in my arms.

[ sighs ] All right. Can we?

Certainly. We'll start tomorrow morning.

Thank you.

Now, will you rest?

♪♪

Is that it?

ROGER: Yes, that's it.

River's right over that rise.

Yeah, we were camped here

in a great big circle,

waitin' for the river to go down so we could cross it.

It was on a Sunday.

We had services that morning.

We told Cathy Ann to stay near our wagon

when she played with other children.

Hmm.

Gilliam.

Peter Gilliam.

His wagon was right behind ours when they hit.

Buried him right over there.

They were screaming and yelling.

I wanted to take Cathy Ann with me

when I brought them the ammunition.

But I thought she'd be safer in the wagon.

I was only gone a few minutes.

When I got back, she was gone.

I never saw her again.

When they left,

we searched and searched.

And--

[ sobbing ] Oh, Roger!

Roger!

♪♪

[ distant gunfire and shouting ]

[ Louise sobbing ]

It was a mistake to go out there today.

A mistake to come here in the first place

without knowing more about her first.

We had to come. We had to find out--

I won't argue that.

But now having talked to her and listened to her,

I just can't let it go on any longer.

I can't let you destroy yourself,

because that's what it's doing to you.

We're going home tomorrow.

You don't think just a few more days--

It wouldn't change anything,

except for the worse, for both of you.

It isn't fair to her, either.

Keep hammering at her, trying to make her into something that she isn't.

No.

We've just got to accept it.

I suppose you're right.

I know I am.

Well, I think I'll go upstairs.

I'm very tired.

I'll be up in a minute, Louise.

I want to tell Mr. Grainger.

♪♪

[ knock on door ]

[ door closes ]

I can't thank you enough

for your kindness and hospitality.

It's been my pleasure, Mrs. Emory.

I'm only sorry it had to be a wild goose chase.

Perhaps others will come.

If she ever does find her real parents, Mr. Grainger,

please let us know.

I will. I must say...

you've taken the disappointment very bravely.

Thank you.

If you're ever up Klamath Falls...

come and visit us.Thank you.

Everything's all set.

I'll walk out with you.

I'd like to say good-bye--

Louise, no.

Just for a minute. Please, Roger?

♪♪

[ knock on door ]

My husband and I are leaving.

I wanted to say good-bye.

We were hoping that...

even though we're strangers to each other,

the passing of time might have helped us to find some--

some little thing that we both saw in each other.

Like my husband said--

a smile, the sound of a voice.

But I guess after all these years,

it was just too much to ask.

The truth is that...

as much as I've wished for it...

there's nothing about you

that reminds me of my daughter.

But we could still be friends.

We could keep in touch with each other,

if you'd like that.

The Graingers are wonderful people.

I know they'll always take good care of you.

They'll do everything they can

to help you find your--

your real mother and father.

And--

And--

♪♪

There they go.

Emory was right to make her go.

She couldn't have stood much more.

Well, she didn't try very hard.

She couldn't remember. You wouldn't have her lie, would you?

I don't know. Just seems too bad

it couldn't have worked out.

Tell him to stop.

What is it, Louise? We'll miss the train

I want to go back there, Roger.

To Shiloh?Yes.

If you've forgotten something to pack--

It's not that.Then what?

I still don't know her, Roger,

any more than you do.

But just before we left, when I was with her--

looking at her and talking to her--

I felt so close to her.

As if some deep feeling inside

was trying to tell me that she is my daughter.

We tried, Louise-- everything we knew.

We looked for proof,

something we could see and touch,

something we could hear.

But what I feel can't be seen or touched.

It can only be felt.

An instinct, an intuition.

The only thing I have that I can trust.

She's our daughter, Roger.

She's Cathy Ann.

She's Cathy.

Trampas.

Yeah?

We changed our minds.

We're going back.

We're going back for our daughter.

Whoa, son.

♪♪

See her?

She's gone!

She wasn't in her room, and I looked all over!

I couldn't find her anywhere.

Well, come on.

♪♪

ELIZABETH: You wouldn't even give yourself a chance, would you?

GRAINGER: You're very young, my dear.

You have lots to live for.

ELIZABETH: You wouldn't even give yourself a chance, would you?

LOUISE: We had a big birthday party for our daughter when she was four.

When the children came to the party,

Cathy Ann stood in the doorway and shouted...

"Scrape your muddy shoes clean.

Scrape your muddy shoes clean."

ELIZABETH: You wouldn't even give yourself a chance, would you?

You wouldn't even give yourself a chance, would you?

[ overlapping voices, shouting ]

GRAINGER: You have lots to live for.

You have lots to live for.

LOUISE: We told Cathy Ann to stay near our wagon.

When I got back, she was gone.

[ gunfire ]

When I got back, she was gone.

[ gunfire, shouting ]

♪♪

Cathy?

[ crying ]

No way to thank you.

Just seeing them together is thanks enough.

Good-bye.

I'll miss you.

Oh, I'll miss you, too.

Well, so long, Liliota--

Good-bye, Cathy.

I have so much to get used to,

so much to learn.

We all do.

It'll be fun getting to know each other again.

♪♪

Well...do you think we'll make it this time?

I know we will.

Up there, come on!

♪♪

[ theme music playing ]