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Nai'Be! Hello, Mr. Grainger!

You look wonderful.

Oh, you're so grown-up, Liz. Look who's talking about growing up.

- I hardly recognize you. - I'd like to introduce you to a friend.

This is Jodie Ashton. Mr. Clay Grainger.

How do you do? His niece Elizabeth.

- Hello. - Jodie and I met on the train.

She's on her way home too... San Francisco.

Well, I'm glad you had company.

Oh, it was just fascinating. I've never talked to an Indian before.

I mean, she doesn't even seem like...

Oh, dear. I'm saying it all wrong.

Take care of yourself. And let me hear from you. I'll write.

Oh. And don't forget, if you're ever in San Francisco,

you can stay with me.

My folks would just love to have you. Thank you.

Well, good-bye, Nancy.

Bye. Bye-bye.

- Nancy? - It's the name I picked up in school.

Well, better see about your bags.

Nai'Be, your dress is beautiful.

I learned to sew at the school.

Wait till J.B. sees you. Will he be impressed.

J.B.? June Bear. The boys shortened it to initials.

Oh. How is he?

Well, he's been pretty anxious, waiting for you to come.

He's turned out to be one of the best hands on the ranch. I'm gonna hate to lose him.

What do you mean?

Well, he'll be going back to the reservation with you in a few days.

I don't think wild horses could hold him back.

He's got plans, that young man. What kind of plans?

Well, he's learned the cattle business from the ground up.

He's going to start his own herd right on the reservation.

It's supposed to be a surprise, but Uncle Clay's giving him a prize bull.

We certainly owe a lot to you, Mr. Grainger.

Especially me.

Well, let's just say it's an investment in your future.

Yours and J.B.'s.

The future of your people.

- Nai'Be! - Here she is!

Oh, welcome home! Whoa!

Thank you, Mrs. Grainger. Oh, it's so nice to see you again.

Elizabeth, doesn't she look lovely?

Beautiful. The guest room is all ready for you.

Oh! You're a young lady.

Hey, J.B.! Wait up! Over here.

What's the rush? The village'll still be there.

You know what I think? What?

I think he thinks the sooner we get to that

village, the sooner he can get back to the ranch.

That makes sense. And Nai'Be, huh?

Nai'Be? Clean forgot.

Bet your, uh, kind of anxious to see her again, aren't ya?

She was only a... a girl when she left for that school.

She's a woman now. Your woman.

Well, won't be long now.

I'll bet Den'Gwatzi will be happy about the cattle we're bringing up.

He sure will.

Hyah!

All right! That's enough.

Pay attention. He said that's enough.

Caught this redskin butchering one of our herd.

What herd is that? McKinley.

I'm the foreman. Name's Russ Doty.

Now look. What call have you got mixing in this?

What's he have to say about this, J.B.?

His name is Enga'Idga... Red Fox.

Talk to him. He speaks English. Were you butchering one of his steers?

Cattle was in river.

Shoshone land.

Hey.

You're one of them.

Yeah. I'm Shoshone.

To Red Fox, the steer was just there for the taking. He didn't understand.

That's why we were kind of explaining it to him.

This is reservation land. You have no right here.

Well, this gives me the right.

Hey, you boys work for good-hearted Clay Grainger himself.

What's that supposed to mean?

Grainger loves his Indian brother so much,

why doesn't he just give 'em the cattle,

instead of undercutting everybody's bid?

Every ranch had a chance to match the bid.

And make a decent profit?

I'm on shares with McKinley,

and that government contract could have made a nice bonus for me.

What does that paper say?

Better get on to the village and talk to Den'Gwatzi.

Your boss Grainger doesn't care who he hires, does he?

That's funny.

I was gonna say the same thing about McKinley.

No. There will be no violence.

The drums of war died like the buffalo.

The day of the painted arrow is over.

What of this paper Enga'Idga spoke of?

It gives McKinley water rights to the Wind River...

Legal access to the water.

Access? Where? Right here.

But the village is here.

Between McKinley's range and the river.

When the white man first came,

he asked for only enough land to move his wagons.

He does not ask anymore.

I'm sure Mr. Grainger will speak to the Indian agent...

when he comes to inspect the herd.

Mr. Grainger is our friend.

More than friend to Tza'Wuda and Nai'Be.

He may talk, but none will listen.

I don't think this is quite me.

You try. Back East they're smaller.

Oh! That's... There.

Aren't they the most beautiful little puppies?

Look at this.

Now that you've had a day to catch your breath,

I have so many things I want to ask you.

Details that I didn't get in the letters.

Did you like school?

Well, it was strange at first, but I got used to it.

You must have made a lot of friends.

Yes. Some.

Finally.

But you learned. That was the important thing.

Yes. I was a good student. I learned well.

But, uh, there were things you didn't like, I suppose.

That's only natural. Yes.

What kind of things?

We spoke no Shoshone at the school.

Only English.

I learned to read and write and think...

only English.

Well, I envy you knowing two languages so thoroughly.

By the way, Mr. Nelson dropped by the other day, asked to say hello to you.

You remember Mr. Nelson.

You used to call him "Old Long Face."

Oh!

Yes. The Indian agent. I must check in with him.

Well, he'll be by tomorrow to pay his official respects.

Listen!

The boys are back. Go on, Nai'Be.

Um, I'll take care of the horses.

Ah. Thank you. Uh, you can help.

You saw the paper yourself?

It was signed by the secretary for Indian Affairs...

and by Nelson.

That land was guaranteed to the Shoshones by the president himself.

It's the third time they've had to move.

Well, it's gotta stop someplace.

I can't believe that Mr. Nelson would go along with such a thing.

There could be trouble, couldn't there? Ah, it's already started.

McKinley's foreman dragging that man that way. It's lucky you came along.

Red Fox was still pretty angry by the time we got him back to the village.

Yeah, his pride was hurt by the dragging.

Besides, what could he possibly know about ownership and riparian rights?

You're not eating very much. Aren't you hungry?

Not very.

You always liked Nehwhu'-dicup. You haven't touched it.

What's that? "Corn"?

Yes.

When we were children, we used to sneak into Hir'Bidzaw's field...

and eat the corn raw.

Once we almost got caught.

You should have seen Nai'Be fly out of there.

She was always the best runner. We used to call her Nuh'Kitchi...

"someone who runs fast."

I won't tell them what we used to call you.

Well, if we're finished, why don't we go into the parlor and have our coffee?

I'll help with the dishes. You're our guest. Shoo!

Why don't you and J.B. get some fresh air?

All right.

A coyote.

I'd almost forgot what one sounded like.

Why are you staring at me like that?

I'm asking myself,

is she really here?

Is she really the same?

Sometimes I find myself asking that question.

The year before I left,

I used to dream about how it would be at school.

And after I'd been there for a while,

all I dreamed of was how it had been at home.

How's Den'Gwatzi?

Well.

I think he has missed you.

So have I.

They said the village might have to be moved again.

That's not what I wanted to remember.

The moving.

Den'Gwatzi holding my hand,

trying to explain why we had to leave.

We'll move back and back.

We'll wither and die, like a tree that isn't nourished.

We'll disappear,

unless we learn from the whites.

What can they teach us? How to think and feel as they do?

No. No. To survive.

As Indian? As Shoshone?

Come in.

I saw your lamp was still lit.

I thought maybe you'd like to have some

nice, hot cocoa. It'll help you go to sleep.

Thank you. I was feeling restless.

I don't wonder.

After all, leaving school and that long train ride.

Now J.B. and going home.

That's a lot to deal with all at once.

Yes, it is.

Everything will take care of itself.

Just give it a chance.

I will.

Good night, Mrs. Grainger.

Good night.

♪♪

How about letting me in on some of those thoughts?

I was just thinking about Nai'Be.

- What about her? - She's changed.

In what way?

She's more thoughtful.

More subdued.

Haven't you noticed, Clay?

Well, it's a little soon, but she does seem troubled.

About what, I wonder?

I don't know.

I just hope we did the right thing, sending her east.

Something bothering ya?

No. Oh.

You get a chance to talk to Nai'Be?

Yep.

You two getting along all right?

Well, she... she seems different.

Ah, you probably seem a little different yourself.

And she probably feels a little strange about being back and all.

She sure is pretty.

And if I thought I had a chance against you...

Well, that should do it. Thirsty?

Bone dry.

Ah. Well, you worked so hard today, I'll... I'll buy the refreshments.

- It's your turn to buy. - Think nothing of it.

I won't.

Come on.

Hello, Bart. Ah. Afternoon, boys.

The usual? Yep. And leave the bottle. Yo?

Yo. I must have known you boys were comin' in.

I just got in a fresh batch. Ah!

Don't get much call for fresh apple cider around here.

Cider? That's right.

Come on now. That ain't no fit drink for grown men.

Give 'em a couple of whiskeys... on me.

No, thanks. We like our cider.

You boys gotta be funnin' me.

You're leather pushers. I can see that.

There ain't no cowpuncher gonna settle for cider...

when he can wrap hisself around a big bottle of spirits.

Now you just... Wait a minute.

You're Injun.

Shoshone?

Yes. Thanks, Bart.

No, wait. Give this fellow a drink. He looks all right.

Ain't nobody gonna tell the sheriff about it.

Forget it, mister. Thanks anyway.

Settle down. I never had a drink with a real, live Injun before.

Take your hands off me.

Why, you dirty redski...

Hey! Come on now! Cut that out! Hey! Now watch it!

Look out! Trampas, now, cut it out!

You're both... Listen! You're all gonna get in trouble!

Now come on! Cut it out! Trampas, now leave him!

Hey! Come on now! Cut that out! Hey! Now watch it!

♪♪ Trampas, now cut it out.

Come on! Cut it out! Trampas!

Trampas, you're gonna bust my piano!

Trampas! Cut that out!

All right. Hold it!

[ Note Strikes ]

♪♪

What happened, Bart?

Well, them two over there brought it on.

How much you figure?

Well, broken table, couple of broken chairs, smashed bottles.

Say $10.

All right. That'll be 2.50 apiece.

- I can't fine you, J.B. You know that. - But they started it with me.

You know the law as well as I do. And so do I.

He's off the reservation. Where's his pass?

He's supposed to have a pass. Yeah. He's right. You want to see my pass?

I know you got a pass. I don't have to see it.

Here's five dollars. Come on. Let's go.

Here. I want to give you my half. Forget it. Come on.

I want to pay my share.

All right. Let's see, uh... I think I threw four punches.

- You threw better than six. - Seven.

Oh. And you busted a chair over his head. That's, uh... Well, that's worth 50 cents.

You owe me three dollars. All right.

Injun lover.

I owe you for another bottle. Uh, this one's on the house.

Let's go. Yeah.

Trampas. Yeah?

I want to ask you somethin'. What?

- How do you think of me? - Huh?

As Shoshone, as... as white?

- Neither one. - Then, what?

Just a man called June Bear.

You know, Mr. Grainger, this was all I had...

from my parents.

My father gave it to me before he died.

Oh? Oh, I didn't realize.

It's all right. I wanted you to have it.

And Den'Gwatzi approved.

Well, I'm mighty proud of that robe...

And of the girl who brought it to me.

Are you, Mr. Grainger?

Why?

Well, because you came back from that school equipped,

prepared to help your people,

prepared to help them to help themselves.

I think perhaps you're proud of me because I proved a point for you.

I don't understand. What point?

That a Shoshone girl, uncivilized,

unsophisticated,

can be taught to ring like the belle of the ball.

No, that's not true, Nai'Be. I had nothing to prove.

You and June Bear were fine, young people.

I wanted you to have the chance to learn,

to bring that learning back home with you.

You meant well. I know that.

But when you took me from the reservation,

put me in that school, it was like saying...

that to acquire the heart and mind of a white girl was the only course open to me.

That anything else was stupid and inferior.

Oh, you're wrong. Terribly wrong.

It's the way I feel.

All the time when I was at that school,

I should have been back here,

singing and laughing with my people.

Learning from the old women.

Now it's too late.

Well, I hope it's not.

Together, you and June Bear could accomplish a great deal for the Shoshone.

Excuse me.

Ed! Clay, how are you?

Come in. Come in. Nai'Be. Thank you.

Look who's here.

Good afternoon, Mr. Nelson.

My, my, my. Aren't you something!

Come here, girl. Let me get a good gander at ya.

My, my, my, my, my.

Well, now, I ask ya.

What Indian agent ever had such pleasant work? Do you approve?

You just wait till Den'Gwatzi sees you.

Whole village has been talking about you comin' back,

especially your friend Pa'Guichap. How is she?

Oh, she's doing all right.

That kid of hers is growin' like a weed.

Pa'Guichap is too young to be a widow with a child.

Oh, she's not so young for a Shoshone squaw.

Uh, time that, uh, you and June Bear...

were settin' up your own tepee, ain't it?

Clay, you deserve a lot of credit.

She's a fine young woman. I'm counting on it.

Well, would you like to see the herd, Ed?

Uh, well, no honest need to, but I'd be glad to look at it.

Why don't you come along, Nai'Be?

I don't think so. Thank you. Excuse me.

Ed, uh,

what's all this about...

McKinley having riparian rights on the Wind River?

Well, he needs the water. Drought up there. All the streams run dry.

Mm-hmm. Den'Gwatzi's village is in the way. Is that it?

Well, sittin' at the mouth of the canyon like it does, yeah.

They'll have to move to the other side.

Will it end there?

There is nothin' that I can do about it.

McKinley wrote to Washington, went right over my head.

What do they know about it?

Sittin' in their soft stuffed chairs.

Playing great white father. Only Indian they ever saw was on a penny.

But there must be something you can do.

Well, there are two things that I can do:

cuss and pray.

I've been doing more of one than the other.

Get out of there.

Get in there!

Get! Get up there!

Hyah!

Mr. McKinley. Mr. McKinley.

Yeah.

Get up there!

Another one just dropped, Mr. McKinley.

Well, we should reach the river tomorrow, next day maybe.

I expect they'll perk up some once they get a smell of that water.

We'll head 'em northeast at the foothills, through the Cahuega Pass.

Through the Shoshone village?

If it's still there.

- Take a look. - Get up there!

Hyah!

We'd better double the guard tonight.

You just keep the herd movin', Doty. I'll do the worryin'.

Get up there!

Hyah!

Few more strays to round up.

Then we'll cut out the rest of the herd, take it over to Den'Gwatzi.

Hmm. How many hours we used to spend at the river,

just talking, wondering.

You were always full of questions.

"Why can't the air be seen or touched?"

"Where do rocks come from?" and...

"What makes the water move?"

Trying to imagine what was on the other side of the big mountains.

That school, in the east,

did they give you all the answers?

Not all.

But I did learn some new questions.

Nai'Be.

You're the answer to all my questions.

I'll take care of the horses. You go get cleaned up.

But you put 'em away last time.

Hey. Who's givin' the orders around here anyway?

Hello.

Good evening.

Have a hard day? Not half as hard as tomorrow's gonna be.

It's a long way up to that reservation.

When saddle leather gets hot, it can burn a

hole right through the seat of a man's dignity.

Hey.

Seems to me I remember you, uh, puttin' oil on my saddle once before.

It was the day before I left to go away to school.

I wanted to help you.

I ended up getting more oil on my face than on your saddle.

You sure looked cute.

Long, black hair of yours in braids.

Rows of beads around your neck.

Snow-white buckskins.

Ah. Those buckskins.

They were the most beautiful thing I owned.

But I'll never forget the look on the saleslady's face...

when Liz took me into town to buy my clothes for school.

When I put on that store dress,

I felt as if a door were opening...

and as if I was about to walk through it into a wonderful new land.

Was it?

Well, it was full of wonder.

And fear. And wading through swamps of embarrassment.

But finally, I belonged. I was one of them.

Not Nai'Be, the Shoshone Indian off the reservation.

But just Nancy.

That what you want to be? Just Nancy?

By your standards, it's what I'm supposed to be, isn't it?

- My standards? - White standards.

Well, the way I see it, it doesn't...

matter so much what you are or what you call yourself.

It's, uh, finding out who you are that's important.

Have you ever been in love?

Just once.

What was she like?

Ah, she was a gentle little thing.

Used to love to have me hold her and scratch her ears.

And then she'd cuddle in next to me and wag her tail.

- Her tail? - Cutest little foxhound you ever saw.

Come on. I'll walk you up to the house.

Ah. Beautiful night, isn't it?

Wait a minute.

Talk about me getting oil all over me. You should see you.

Hmm.

Well, better get to sleep early tonight. We'll be moving out at sunrise.

I might not be going with you.

Oh?

I'd like to stay here a while, if Mr. Grainger will let me.

I need more time.

To think.

To decide.

Well, havin' you along would sure brighten the trip.

We'll all be disappointed if you don't come.

- Especially J.B. - Tell him for me, will you?

Well, the way I see it, it's gonna take two more men besides J.B. and, uh,

the foreman to drive that bunch up the reservation.

Well, you know, a few easy days in the saddle,

listening to the low of cattle,

compared to fence-mendin', posthole diggin', doctorin'.

Who knows what else, here at the ranch.

Well, the only thing to do is ask for volunteers.

Not much of a choice really. Who's goin'?

What about the nights?

The nights?

One thing about being close to home, it's also close to town.

Town? With all that noise, bumpin' into people trying to get to the bar,

arguin' who's gonna buy and who isn't.

And you, Harp, always trying to dance with that redheaded girl with green eyes and...

- That's what I mean. - That's...

- All right. - We'll draw straws. Fair?

Trampas, you and Harper will be goin' with us in the morning.

Funny how he, uh, cut right to the heart of it, isn't it?

Yeah. I noticed that right off.

Come in.

Howdy, J.B.

Can I see you a minute? Sure.

Hey. Uh, I saw you outside talking with Nai'Be.

How is she? I mean, will she be ready to leave in the morning?

Well, as a matter of fact, that's what we were talking about.

Uh, she might not be goin' with us.

Oh. When we talked together, I... I had the feeling something was wrong.

Nothing's wrong. She just wants some time to get used to being back. That's all.

Get used to being home?

She's a woman.

Don't try to figure her out. Just take her as she is.

Why didn't she tell me, instead of you?

I just happened to be there.

Look. Even if she does stay here for a while with the Graingers,

she'll be champing at the bit to get back to the reservation soon enough.

She's up at the house.

Ah, maybe later.

Suit yourself. Come on. Let's eat.

Maybe after dinner I'll, uh, play you a couple hands of blackjack.

All right.

May I come in? Of course.

I hope you don't mind, Mr. Grainger.

I borrowed a book from the study. Oh?

Hmm. Pretty deep.

I see you're one of those people who underscores certain passages.

Only those phrases I'd like to remember.

"Trust thyself.

"Every heart vibrates to that iron string.

Accept the place that divine providence has found for you."

Do you believe that, Mr. Grainger?

Well, not completely.

I think divine providence sometimes needs a little nudge in the right direction.

One of my teachers once told me...

that the answers to most problems could be found in books...

written by someone who'd faced the same problem himself.

Well, I'd say he's probably right.

People don't change. Only the world they live in changes.

But don't you think, when the world changes, it changes the people in it?

Do you?

I don't want to disappoint you, Mr. Grainger, but...

I'm not sure of anything.

I can't be Nancy on the reservation.

But I can't be Nai'Be at all anymore.

And while I'm Nancy here,

I just perform the tricks I've learned.

Well, Nai'Be, if you went through what you did...

just because you believed in me, then I have been as misled as you.

I thought you did it because you believed in yourself.

There's only one thing clear to me now,

and that is whatever decisions you make from now on,

we must all be sure they're your own.

I'll remember that.

Night.

Good night, Mr. Grainger.

Give me a towel. I'll help ya. I don't need any help.

The tea's still hot.

Did you talk to Nai'Be? Yeah.

I never dreamed she'd come back...

feeling so unhappy, confused.

Clay, I am not sure I understand her feelings.

Well, I'm not sure that I do either.

But I think she feels we're forcing her to choose...

between our ways and the Shoshone... the Indian ways.

She resents having to make that choice.

But she can go back now and teach the children, as she and J.B. planned.

Teach 'em what?

No. She said it... or almost.

She's afraid she'll be teaching them to be white, the way she feels she was taught,

instead of how to survive as an Indian in a white society.

Poor child.

How can she or anybody hope to make that distinction?

I don't know. I thought we were helping her and J.B. to better themselves.

Now, all of a sudden, that phrase becomes very inappropriate, even offensive.

But she may be right.

Maybe I was making her decisions, planning her life all along,

without meaning to, without even being aware of it.

♪♪ ♪ Lookin' like ♪

♪ Something out of heaven ♪

♪ And I wonder if she'd know me anymore ♪

♪ Many long nights ♪

♪ I think about ♪

♪ The way it used to be ♪

♪ Back home ♪

♪ I get an awful feeling ♪

♪ I think back home ♪

♪ And I'm so alone ♪

♪ So alone ♪

♪ But now ♪

♪ I have to roam ♪

♪ Lucky is the man who loves his homeland ♪

Hi.

- Hello, Liz. - What are you doing up?

Warm. I couldn't sleep.

I couldn't either.

♪♪

♪ And I wonder if they'd know me anymore ♪

♪ I'm lost now and most likely forgotten ♪

♪ And I wonder if they'd know me anymore ♪♪

♪♪

Seems like you just got here,

and now you'll be leaving again.

I wish you could stay on for a while.

What would we do? Ride together.

Shop in town. Go visiting.

Talk.

You don't think your aunt and uncle would mind?

Of course not. They'd love to have you.

- Sounds like fun. - It would be.

But it would be your life, Liz, not mine.

And sooner or later, we'd be saying good-bye.

I guess our lives are different.

Very different.

Do they have to be?

I mean, I've wondered sometimes...

if people have a choice,

or if everyone just sort of lives out the life that was planned for 'em.

For some people, there are choices.

For you?

I'm not sure.

But I don't think there's a place for me in your kind of life, Liz.

Where then?

The reservation. The village.

Now, don't push that herd too hard, Harper.

We don't want 'em to lose too much weight. Right, Mr. Grainger.

When you get up there, ride over to McKinley's and have a talk with him.

See what you can do, eh? I'll do that. Bye, sir.

Good luck.

I want to see that herd doubled by this time next year, J.B.

- I'll sure be trying, Mr. Grainger. - I know you will. Good luck.

These months working for you...

They've been good months for me, Mr. Grainger.

Well, nobody worked harder than you, J.B. You were worth three men.

Chief Washakie once said,

"A white man is thankful in his head, and his tongue talks.

The Shoshone feels it in his heart, but the heart has no tongue."

Good-bye, Mr. Grainger.

I thought you weren't going.

I might not stay at the village long, June Bear,

but I have to go.

I want to go... to see Den'Gwatzi and the others.

I'll go tell the foreman.

Whatever you decide,

you've got friends.

The door to Shiloh is always open if you need it.

Thank you... both of you.

Have I seemed ungracious?

No. Honest.

Get in there!

Get up there!

Hyah!

Hyah!

Get in there!

Get up there!

Hyah!

Well, they're all bedded down for you, Harp.

Nice and cozy. That's how I like 'em.

Good night. Good night.

♪♪

♪♪

It's pretty, J.B. What do the words mean?

Oh, it's an old Shoshone love song...

about a man who's lost his sweetheart.

He calls, "Where are you, my love?"

She answers, "Here I am. Here I am,

wandering between light and darkness."

You said, "She's a woman. Don't try to figure her out."

I can't help trying.

Yeah, I guess that's part of it.

She's come a long way, J.B.

At least she's headed in the right direction.

For me. I hope it's right for her too.

Whoa, son.

Ah. Evening.

Hello, Trampas.

Nice night, isn't it?

Yes. Beautiful.

It's so peaceful and quiet.

Uncomplicated.

Yeah.

It's a good life.

Sometimes I wonder why we're always trying to improve it.

Always hurryin', worryin'.

You think there are some things that need improving, though, don't you?

Sure.

The trick is to improve the bad things...

and leave the good things alone.

And know the difference.

Walk you back to camp?

Yes. Thank you.

Hyah!

Listen, Mr. McKinley.

I'm gonna have to ask you to hold your herd here another day.

Let me get things settled.

That's cash crop on the hoof dying of thirst.

I mean to get 'em to that river now... what's left of 'em.

Well, you better get those Shoshones out of there.

Look. I told you... I'm sorry, Mr. Nelson.

All right. Let's keep 'em moving! Ho!

Hup!

Hyah!

Enga'Idga, wait.

I told ya.

Those white men have got permission to come in here.

Now don't go stirring up any trouble. Do you understand?

This our land! White man understand?

Den'Gwatzi, you're a man of peace. You've gotta talk to your people.

As I have done? Control them, man!

They are free to choose, each his own way.

Yes, but they'll listen to you. Yes. They will listen.

Well, then talk to 'em.

Hyah! Hyah! Come on!

Hyah!

Hyah!

Hey. Look up there.

Hey, J.B.

We're on reservation land now. You think they came to meet us?

With rifles? What do you make of it?

I don't know.

We've got the herd bedded down in a box canyon about three miles east.

We'll go on in and let Den'Gwatzi know we're here.

He'll send some men out to relieve you. Yo.

I sure am glad you came.

I'm having trouble keeping the lid on here.

I hope they listen to you, J.B.

Pretty.

Dah'Bu'Tzi.

This is my child, Dah'Bu'Tzi.

Hello, little cottontail.

She's beautiful.

The old ones... they say it is better to give her away.

Give her away?

The children... they are hungry, but I keep her.

I say soon...

Tza'Wuda will come and give them beef.

And Nai'Be, to help the children.

We stay here. This is our land.

Our river. But there is other land across the river.

If we do not move, they will run their cattle through and kill us.

Den'Gwatzi, I cannot believe that a man as wise as you...

would allow innocent women and children to be killed.

Where will they send us?

Will the new land have animals to hunt, fish to eat?

If there is not enough for us, then the army must give us more.

Our hands are outstretched, begging,

taking whatever crumbs the white man gives us.

With our own cattle, we will not need the army.

Den'Gwatzi, I've told you. McKinley has the right to drive his cattle to the river.

Chief Washakie say we must honor the white man's law.

And we must honor the law of our chief.

There is no tomorrow for the Shoshone, only yesterday.

Tell McKinley we will leave the village at the rise of the sun.

When no more land remains,

what will you do with our people?

Tie a rope around our necks and pet us like the dogs you keep?

♪♪

Before there was joy in you... laughter.

Now you are troubled.

It gives me joy to see you again, Den'Gwatzi. And Tza'Wuda.

Yes. And June Bear.

♪♪

But there are things I feel that...

he cannot understand,

that I cannot make him understand.

Perhaps he sees you as changed. I do not.

To me, you are the same,

holding my hand, asking questions, laughing.

The joy is still in you.

You must find it again.

♪♪

♪♪

What's the singin' about, J.B.?

Well, yesterday.

The past.

The days before even the horse came.

The time before the gun,

when the Shoshone walked the land alone,

with only the birds and buffalo to hear his footsteps,

when the Shoshone was free.

McKinley says that he'll hold up the herd till mornin',

but then he don't care who's in his way.

Indian or white man, he's gonna come on through.

♪♪

♪♪

Does the song make you unhappy?

It's not the song.

The moving again?

Yes. The moving.

It will be all right.

Will it, June Bear?

♪♪ I try to understand, Nai'Be,

but ever since you returned, you... you seem strange,

as if you were sorry to be home.

When I kissed you...

I know. It wasn't your fault.

I thought so much about you while you were away...

About the day you would return,

and we'd start our life together.

Is there someone else? Someone back there?

Yes.

There is someone back there.

Nai'Be.

When I first got to that school,

they all tried to be nice to me.

But that was the trouble.

They were too nice.

I felt separate.

I wasn't just another student.

I was a Shoshone squaw off the reservation.

A wonderful curiosity.

I tried so hard to make them forget what I was.

And they did forget.

How long did it take you to forget who you were?

I'm not trying to forget who I was.

I'm trying to find out who I am.

Can't you see, June Bear?

You and I... we've made a place for ourselves in their world,

as they wished.

They told us our world was dying.

And we believed them.

They said, "Choose between our life and your death."

And we chose.

Now they say,

"Go back to your people and spread our way of life among them."

Well, how can I go back and stand as a symbol...

of how a Shoshone can be redeemed for having been born a Shoshone?

Could be one of them Shoshones trying to sneak in.

I'll get him.

- Who are you? - Leave me alone.

Hey. You're that fancy Shoshone gal I heard about, ain't ya?

The one with the schoolin'.

They teach you it ain't polite to go around scalpin' people no more?

- Let go of my horse. - Don't get sassy with me.

Let me see your pass. Get down.

- Get your hands off me! - Why, you dirty little...

- Keep away from me! - Think you're gonna cut me, huh?

Well, come on. Just you try it, you little savage.

Where did you think you were running?

Where do you think you can run?

You can't run away from yourself, Nai'Be.

Now, the rest of you, go on with them.

The cattle's coming through...

Most of the people are going with Den'Gwatzi,

but Red Fox talked some of them into staying with him.

McKinley will be bringing that herd up soon.

Once they smell that water, there'll be no stopping 'em.

Well, I'll ride out and find him,

get him to hold off another hour.

We'll go with you.

You go find Red Fox. Tell him he's got to get those people out of here.

You're afraid to live for what you are.

They're not afraid to die for it.

You're wrong, June Bear.

Hold it! Hold 'em!

Gotta try and turn 'em. Yo!

You tried to stop them. Instead you stampeded them,

right toward the village.

Hyah!

Hyah!

Hyah!

Come on!

Hyah! Hyah!

Get in there!

Get up!

Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah! Ho!

Ah! Hyah!

Come on. Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah!

Hey! Hyah!

Hey there!

Get up there!

Hyah! Ah! Hyah!

Get in there!

Get up there!

Hyah! Ho!

Who started it, McKinley?

Them Shoshones tried to bushwhack us.

They pinned us down as soon as we started for the pass.

I tried to warn ya. You think we got 'em all turned?

We better check the village.

They're coming! Get out! Get out of here!

They're coming!

Dah'Bu'Tzi! Dah'Bu'Tzi!

Dah'Bu'Tzi!

Ho!

Dah'Bu'Tzi! Dah'Bu'Tzi!

Dah'Bu'Tzi!

Dah'Bu'Tzi!

I will take Dah'Bu'Tzi home.

Home?

Where is home?

Where it's always been.

In our hearts.

Nai'Be, I don't understand all your questions,

but we can look for the answers together.

Come with us. We will nourish each other...

And our people.

Come, Dah'Bu'Tzi.