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♪♪

My price is final. Take it or leave it.

How much you pay them scrawny squaws for this stuff?

That's none of your business.

You been linin' your pockets on this trade

goods for years. You must be a rich man, Frazee.

Shut up!

♪♪ Mrs. Cloud?

From the sound of that caterwauling outside,

I trust you've come to report your husband's death.

You know, of course, you're no longer entitled to remain here on the reservation.

That's the law.

Your expression of sympathy is truly touching.

Where you're concerned, madam, it's nonexistent.

Is it against the law for the widow to remain long enough for the funeral?

Don't take that tone to Mr. Frazee, woman.

Seems to me the government's been more than generous,

takin' care of you all these years,

woman who turned her back on her own people.

What would you know about my people?

Enough to know they'd rather you was dead than to be what you are.

My wife was took by Comanches. She killed herself.

That would be preferable to returning to you.

Why... Hold it, Yakima.

I wouldn't soil my hands.

I want you off this reservation, bag and baggage, by tomorrow morning.

As for your son, he can stay or go.

He goes with me.

Well, as a half-breed,

he's entitled to remain with his father's people, under government protection.

He should learn for himself what it's like...

not to be imprisoned on land that should rightly be his.

I'm not here to argue politics with a Shoshone squaw, but I can tell you this...

It'll go a lot easier with you on the outside...

without a breed brat to remind folks of what you are.

Whatever he is, he's my son.

Hold it right there, boy! I said hold it!

Come back here! Hey!

Hold it!

Jim, come on out here! Give me a hand with this yearling wildcat.

What a handful. What set you on the warpath, boy?

Please, don't hurt him!

Hold onto him.

This your mother?

- How long has she been sick? - Two suns.

It's how my father died.

Wolf...

I am Wolf, son of Gray Cloud.

- Gray Cloud? - Chief of the Shoshone.

You're a long way from the reservation.

A long way from anyplace.

Will... Will she die?

Let's rig up a travois and get her back to Shiloh.

Jim, you go fetch the doctor.

You go get my horse and bring him here!

How is she? Well, it's gonna be touch and go, Elizabeth.

The first thing we got to do is break that fever.

Now, I'll need a mustard plaster mix.

I'll get started on it right away. Hmm.

He tell you anything about this?

He said his father died of the same sickness.

His mother, being white, was put off the reservation.

They never should've turned her out in that condition.

Frazee!

Well, he knows the words. It's the manners he's gotta learn.

Oh. Cheyenne? Shoshone.

Oh. Hard to tell under all that dirt.

We'll get him cleaned up and give him some supper down at the bunkhouse.

No. I wanna stay here, with her.

The doctor will let us know if he needs us.

There's nothin' you can do for her now, son.

Come on, Wolf. I'm sure you could use some good home cooking.

Wolf! Come on, will ya?

They are mine, the clothes of my people. You will not burn them!

Wolf, now there's no way to get 'em clean.

Now, we gotta burn 'em. Get him in there.

That's it. Grab him. He ain't gonna take it.

Havin' a little trouble with him?

Oh, no. No, I'm just practicing for the spring roundup.

You just don't have the knack of handling kids.

All right. Then let's see what you can do.

A man should never have to resort to violence on a boy half his size...

when persuasion will work just as well.

You do smell a little gamy, Wolf.

- Bear grease keep insect away. - Yeah, it's apt to keep people away too.

I'll tell you what. If you'll scrub real good in that tub up there,

I'll pack those clothes of yours away in the barn,

and you can wear 'em when you decide to leave.

Hot water's bad medicine.

You know, I never thought I'd meet a Shoshone brave who wasn't really brave.

Just goes to show how wrong a man can be.

Like I said, you just don't have the knack.

Well, it would serve you right if I let him go and sit upwind of all of you!

Who...

I'm Liz. Elizabeth Grainger.

You're at Shiloh.

Oh. Those... Th...

Those two men who brought me here...

The Virginian and Jim. They work for my uncle.

He and my aunt are in Cheyenne on business.

Wolf? Where's Wolf?

He's just down the hall, asleep. He's fine.

Oh.

Thank you.

Well. Looks like you're well enough for your first visitor, Mrs. Cloud.

Fever broke in the night, son. Your ma's gonna be just fine.

Hi there. Thanks to Miss Liz and all your Shiloh friends.

Well, hey now. You look very handsome.

That's enough for now.

Your ma needs a lot of rest these next few days.

Remember what the doctor said. Not too much too fast.

I'd forgotten there were people like the two of you.

I wish there was some way I could repay your kindness.

That's repayment enough. I'll go get some coffee.

What the devil are those horses doing in there?

They're yours. Mine?

They don't even belong to Shiloh. That's Abe Landeen's brand.

I give them to Shiloh.

You give 'em... What the blazes are you talkin' about?

It is a custom of my people to give gifts to repay kindness.

Well, it's an old custom of my people...

to hang someone for stealing another man's horses.

We better herd these back over to Landeen's land before he comes hunting them.

Wolf tells us you were headed for California.

Mm-hmm. You have relatives there?

I don't know. Friends?

No.

You probably want to get a job and raise money for the fare.

Sam Foster owns the hotel in Medicine Bow.

He's been talkin' about hiring a new cook.

Well...

I doubt that he'd want anything as exotic as Shoshone stew on the menu,

which is what I've been cooking for a long time now.

Well, cooking's like any other talent.

Comes back with a little practice.

I'll talk to him next time I'm in town.

Oh. Oh. I'll get you a shawl.

Excuse me.

Laurie! You must have been up at dawn. I couldn't wait to show you.

Look! Ben gave you a ring.

It was his mother's and his mother's mother's. Isn't it beautiful?

Come on.

Mrs. Cloud, I'd like you to meet Laurie... the future Mrs. Ben Foster.

Good morning. Laurie.

Come on inside and tell me everything.

Have you set the date yet? Ben's birthday.

That way, he says, it'll be the best present he ever got.

That calls for a celebration. We'll have the party here at Shiloh.

How 'bout Saturday? Fine.

Sounds like you finally roped poor old Ben.

Well, he's not poor and he's not old, but I think he is roped.

Be a lot of disappointed bachelors when the word gets around.

Oh.

Mrs. Cloud? You all right? Yes.

Are you sure?

- It was just seeing that girl. - Laurie?

I had a daughter named Laurie.

She was killed.

Howdy, Abe. We were just heading for your place.

Never had you pegged for a horse thief, Jim.

Excuse me.

Well, there seems to be a little misunderstanding.

I'd say that somebody running off four head of our best breeding stock...

is a little bit more than a misunderstanding.

Maybe they just heard we feed our stock better.

Very funny.

It beats me how animals seem to think the

grass is always greener in the other pasture.

They didn't jump the fence. Somebody had to open the gate and herd 'em here. Now who?

Me.

Young fella, you're a little bit young for a rope.

But I'll give you a thrashing you'll never forget.

You just simmer down, Abe.

Indians look at horse stealing a lot different than we do.

Indian, huh? 'Bout time he learned about a white man's ways.

Can't let something like this go unpunished.

I'll talk to him.

Talkin' won't do any good to somebody that's got bad blood in 'em.

They're like animals. They don't understand talk.

What's he doin' so far off the reservation anyway?

He should be penned up with the rest of the savages.

Look, Abe. You got your horses back. Why don't you let it go at that?

Next time it happens, I'll see that he's locked up.

It won't.

I wouldn't count on it, from the looks of him.

Boy, I'm gonna spread the word about you.

Anybody that's seen sneakin' around a horse herd in this valley is liable to get shot.

You hear me?

The Milky Way.

The Shoshones call it the Road of Ghosts.

For a lady who was worried about her Shoshone

cooking, that was a mighty fine dinner.

It was. I was a little nervous about giving a party without Aunt Holly.

Now I'm not worried a bit.

Good idea to convince Ben's father to hire her at the hotel.

Mrs. Cloud, why don't you and Wolf...

go in town tomorrow and get outfitted for the party.

Oh. Oh, no. No. I-I-I... I can't. I can't.

Nobody feels festive in borrowed clothes.

Well, I said I'd help with the party.

But you're our guest. You've gotta come to the party.

You're outvoted, Mrs. Cloud.

It's money you're worried about, we'll deduct

it from your salary at the end of the month.

You're awfully sure I'll get hired.

Well, if somebody can keep Jim from eating all the food...

before Mr. Foster even tastes it...

That's my job. Trust me.

Hmm.

What's wrong?

Nothing. It's just that a man said those very words to me...

on a night very much like this, a long time ago.

"That's my job," he said. "Trust me," he said.

And I did.

And he betrayed your trust?

Yes.

- How? - Liz...

I'm sorry.

That's all right.

We had a small homestead, my husband and I.

It was just a sod house.

But there was a creek with enough water for the cattle and for a little garden.

And we had a little girl.

She was going to be six that year.

And then the Indians came.

I screamed at my husband to help me, but he ran.

He ran away.

And your little girl?

I heard her crying for me.

I tried to get to her,

but one of them clubbed me.

Later they told me she was dead.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

I think I would have died too, except that I couldn't.

I had to find the man who left us.

I swore I'd track him down and kill him.

You couldn't do something like that.

I don't know. I never found him.

See that statue?

Laurie sure does set store by her mother.

Liz's friend? Uh-huh.

Never a week goes by she doesn't put fresh flowers there.

It's beautiful. It cost a cow and a calf.

Her father brought some fella clear out from New York to carve it.

Whoa. Whoa. Well, there it is, the fanciest store in town... The Emporium.

There something wrong?

No, I... I just knew some people named Cantrell a long time ago.

He's the man who built the monument... Laurie's father.

Folks around here hold Milo Cantrell in very high esteem.

And if it is Laurie's father...

Well, you heard what she said last night about wanting to kill him.

Well, that was a lot of years ago.

Well, we don't know if she's changed.

It would break Laurie's heart if anything happened to her father.

Oh, with Jim there... But he doesn't even know.

By the time you get there, it may be too late.

Well, let's hope not... for Mrs. Cloud's sake as well as theirs.

This color should be especially becoming, Mrs. Cloud.

It brings out the green in your eyes.

Is that Mr. Cantrell's office?

Yes, but he hasn't come in yet.

Was there anything in particular you wanted to see him about?

Yes, I want to settle an old account.

Oh, it's lovely, Mrs. Cloud.

A little long, but when you're wearing shoes...

I'll find a pair. What size do you take?

I don't know.

Well, if I could have one of your moccasins, I'll measure that.

Mrs. Cloud, are you all right?

I'm fine. Uh... You look ill.

Shall I get Jim and your boy?

No. No. There's no need.

I'm fine.

I'm just fine.

Yes?

Cath?

Your loving wife, Milo, back from the grave.

Oh, my God.

My heart. Get a doctor.

Please, Cath.

Get me a doctor.

Milo? Heart seizure. Doc's with him now.

Where's your mother? She's in there.

Daddy, I was so scared. Nothing to worry about, kitten.

Doc says I'll be well enough to dance at your wedding.

Well, maybe this will teach you to slow down a bit, Milo.

No telling what'd happen if Mrs. Cloud hadn't been here.

Mrs. Cloud. How can I ever thank you?

You don't remember me?

Of course I do.

We met just yesterday, at Shiloh.

Oh, Laurie. Have I changed so very much?

Please...

Daddy? Is the pain worse?

I'll be all right as soon as I get home to bed.

I'll have someone bring the rig.

Meanwhile, you rest. No more talkin', you hear?

Miss Cathy?

Oh, wait. Please.

I don't understand.

Should I remember you from another time?

When you were a very little girl.

Oh, I'm... I'm sorry. I really don't remember.

You see, I can't.

Laurie had a severe head injury just before her sixth birthday.

I'm sorry.

But if you knew me, then you knew my mother.

Very well.

And you can tell me everything about her?

Everything.

Doesn't anybody ever pay any attention to what I say?

I said no more talking. Now come on, ladies.

One of you boys want to help Laurie get her father home?

Jim, you take care of that.

You ride my horse home. I'll drive the rig.

Mrs. Cloud, we'll see you soon.

Very soon.

Did you notice that monument?

I know all about that monument.

I'd appreciate it more if I were dead.

You didn't tell Laurie you were her mother?

From the looks of him, it might have brought on a fatal attack.

That would have been much too quick,

much too easy.

Knowing Milo, I'd say these last years have been anything but easy.

That kind of guilt is hard to live with.

What are you telling me to do, pretend these years never happened?

Forgive and forget?

I don't have any right to try to shape your decisions.

And there's no forgetting.

But he did go back. When it was too late.

For you, not for her.

They told me she was dead, over and over.

Those were the first words I understood.

Maybe they figured she was.

One thing for sure,

she would have died if it hadn't been for Milo.

Something to think about.

Whatever happened, whatever he did to you,

he saved your daughter's life.

He's been a fine father to her.

You can see for yourself how she feels about him.

I wonder how she'll feel about him when she hears the truth.

It's a terrible thing.

I can't believe that Mr. Cantrell would...

But she wouldn't lie about it.

And what will Laurie think when she finds out?

The party.

We can't have the party now.

There's no telling what might happen.

She doesn't strike me as the kind of person...

who would do anything to embarrass people she cared about.

The other night, when she was talking about him, she sounded so bitter.

I wouldn't want anything to happen, not here,

and not on a day that Laurie should remember as a happy one.

You needn't worry about that.

I have no intention of saying anything to Laurie unless her father's present.

And if I know Milo, he will have a prolonged

recuperation to postpone that moment.

Jim says you needed some cackleberries.

Oh. I said I needed eggs!

Cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck! Cackleberries!

Oh. Oh, dear.

Jim has a language all his own. You've been a big help, Wolf.

I'm going to see to it personally that you get an extra piece of cake.

Cake? What is cake?

Well, it's something that boys your age like a lot better than vegetables.

This is frosting. It goes on top. Here. Taste it.

I will help some more!

Oh. I'll go.

Keep an eye on the helper. He may just help himself to all of your frosting.

Cath?

Ever since you left my office, I've been

going over in my mind what I could say to you.

On the way out here, I went over it all again,

and it all seems so futile.

What good are words?

Cath, I'd give my right arm if I could undo that harm.

Is that all, Milo? No, please.

We've got to talk.

Fear has a taste, Cath...

A terrible, metallic taste.

I tasted it then.

I'm tasting it now.

There is nothing you can tell me about fear.

And I... I didn't know anything about it before that day.

I had no idea that there was a streak of cowardice in me until it was too late.

Cath, I swear to you. I don't remember anything

that happened after I heard you scream.

I couldn't think.

A kind of blind, unreasoning panic came over me. I didn't know what I was doing.

Everything that I loved in all the world was there...

Our home, our child, you.

No matter what you think I am,

or was,

I did love you, Cath.

Oh, you showed me how much you loved me.

I went back.

When I came to my senses and realized what I'd done,

I was full of shame, but I did go back.

When they were gone.

You think I don't know that?

Don't you think that I haven't lived with the shame of it,

day and night, for all these long years?

When I went back, Cath, and I found they had taken you,

I wanted to kill myself.

You wouldn't have the guts.

I'm sure that you have found that it often takes more guts to go on living.

I prayed, Cath.

I prayed it was quick for you.

I forgot how to pray.

I thought you were dead.

And if it hadn't been for Laurie, I'd be dead too.

But the living are doomed to go on living,

and the only way that you can live with a secret guilt like that...

is to make secret expiations.

What do you want from me, Milo... absolution?

No. A little mercy.

I have no mercy left.

Not for myself.

For Laurie.

She's a very special girl, Cath...

Sweet and sensitive.

She wouldn't hear of having that party tomorrow unless I could be with her.

Don't spoil it for her. She's never hurt you.

She's always loved you.

Do you want me to beg? Well, I'm begging.

For God's sake, Cath,

let that girl have the happiest moment of her life...

as a perfect memory, not a painful one.

For God, Milo, for Laurie...

or for you?

Cath...

Now what? The milk.

I'm helping with the big cake now.

Cath, for the love of heaven.

Don't touch me, Milo.

I won't spoil anything for our daughter,

not for the love of heaven, for something much closer...

For the people here at Shiloh who are my friends.

Whatever the reason, I'm beholden to you.

Not too much milk, Wolf.

You haven't met my son yet, have you, Milo?

Hello, Martha, Ben.

Sam. Milo, how are you? Good to see you.

Ben, you're a lucky man.

If you'd played your cards right, you might have been the lucky man.

I had the most awful schoolgirl crush on you.

An old man like that?

There's an older man in every girl's life. Sometimes two.

I'd better hear all about this before it's too late.

These three people know all the secrets of my deep, dark past,

and to show you how confident I am,

I'll leave you alone with them and see if Mrs. Cloud needs any help.

And how are the boys? They're fine, thank you.

They're growing up. They must be. Yes.

The cake, young man, is the last thing served,

so why don't you stop staring at it and go try some of the punch, huh?

The small bowl, Wolf.

Can I help?

The guest of honor?

We haven't really had a chance to talk yet.

No, we haven't.

So many things I wanna ask you about my mother.

I've been thinking about her so much lately.

Suppose that's only natural, what with Ben and me making plans for our own home.

Daddy says I'm very much like her.

Am I really?

Then you don't really know me well enough to answer that, do you?

You look very much the way I remember her.

What a nice compliment.

You see, Daddy's always told me how beautiful she was.

He told her too. I'm glad.

He's really such a wonderful man.

But then you must know that if you've known him.

He loved her so much. Never really got over losing her.

♪♪

Jim, your punch sure packs a punch. Yeah.

Looks like Mary Jane. Yeah.

Injun sneaked himself some firewater.

Don't he know that's against the law?

Why, he don't care nothin' about laws, Mace.

Drink, why don't ya?

'Cause he's scared, that's why.

Wolf?

Do me a favor. Get us some more punch cups out in the kitchen, will you?

♪♪

Daddy said she had a green thumb.

He said she could make flowers grow almost anywhere.

And he said she laughed a lot, and when there

wasn't any money to buy presents, she made them.

She made you a rag doll. I couldn't go to sleep without it.

I called it Samantha.

- You've burned yourself! - You remember Samantha?

Oh, not really. Only what my father's told me about her.

I'd better get some grease for that.

No.

Cold water's the best thing for a burn.

Never heard that before.

It's an old Shoshone remedy.

When it comes to medicine, we have a lot to learn from the Indians.

I hate everything Indian.

They killed my mother. They ruined my father's life.

And you... What they've done to you.

I can't understand how you... How I stayed with them?

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... When the army freed the captives,

a lot of women refused to go back to their homes.

They'd all heard the soldiers talk.

"If it was my wife, I'd rather she'd be dead.

Decent woman would've killed herself rather than mother an Indian."

Please. You don't have to... I left, 'cause I had to find someone.

It was like they said.

I was a pariah, an outcast.

Believe me, Laurie. All the savages aren't Indians.

Wouldn't it have been different if you'd gone alone?

Without Wolf... Nobody ever would've known.

Wolf is my son.

Someday, maybe you'll know what that means.

What's the matter, Wolf? You find the cups?

Manpower! That's just what we need.

Will you take the turkey platter in? My pleasure, ma'am.

Laurie, you get the cranberry sauce. I'll take the gravy.

Wolf, the cups are up there.

♪♪

♪♪ Oh. A little later...

What an unusual medallion, Mrs. Cloud.

It's really a lovely stone.

My husband carved that.

Indians do remarkable things with stone, don't they?

Oh?

Does that make it any less beautiful?

Barbaric is the word for it, if you ask me.

Well, I don't recall that anybody did.

It's really very beautiful.

You think of my husband as a barbarian, Mrs. Foster.

I remember him as a man who wouldn't leave my side...

when I was about to give birth to my son and couldn't go on with the others.

He risked death and capture to stay with me and save my life.

I remember Gray Cloud as a very brave man.

I remember him as the man who scalped my brother.

Murdering a bunch of innocent settlers didn't seem very brave.

Get her out of that.

♪♪ They were fighting for land...

that was taken from them by those settlers,

fighting the only way they knew how, against impossible odds.

That's not a very popular view, Mrs. Cloud.

The truth is seldom popular, Mr. Foster.

This is my dance.

Well, I... I'm out of practice.

It'll come back to you, just like the cooking.

One year, five, 10...

Woman lives with 'em, she's one of 'em...

Flaunting that breed boy, brazen,

defending a pack of murdering animals.

A decent woman would show some shame.

Hmm. Yes.

Uh, about Mrs. Cloud...

I'm afraid she just isn't suitable.

Well, I just thought I'd let you know.

♪♪

Yeah.

It isn't fair, Ben.

It's the same kind of thinking that drove her away once before, back to the Indians.

Honey, it isn't your concern. Mrs. Cloud... It is my concern.

She was my mother's friend.

That horse couldn't beat Pa's.

This horse can run a hole in the wind.

You wanna prove he's faster than Pa's?

He's not my horse.

Why, you been braggin' about the Virginian bein' such a friend of yours.

If he was, he wouldn't mind.

He ain't.

- He is my friend. He said so. - Then prove it.

Won't nobody know but us. Tell you what. I'll give you a head start.

Mace here will open up the gate while I run for Pa's horse.

If I can't catch you before you get to the south pasture,

I'll give you my brand-new jackknife.

♪♪

Hey, Clayt.

What color war paint do Shoshones use... yellow?

You know what to do. Yeah.

♪♪

Why so pensive, kitten?

The way they looked at her, the things they said.

And afterwards I was so ashamed because I should have said something.

I couldn't think what to say.

She said it all.

If only there was some way to help her.

Well, if there's a way, I'll find it, honey.

Daddy, I do love you.

Pa! Pa! He stole another horse!

♪♪ Who, Mace?

What are you talkin' about?

Wolf. He stole your horse.

Clayt and I caught him red-handed. Clayt went after him.

- He may need help. Let's go. - Jim and I can handle it.

It's my boy that's trailin' him.

If anything happens to him... Jim!

What happened? It's all right, Mother.

I did not steal the horse.

- Mace, Clayt says... - Let's just hear what Mace has to say.

Like I said. Clayt and I came down to water the horses, and we saw him...

Sneakin' that horse out of the corral.

He lies! He held the gate open for the race.

What race?

We didn't have any race.

That one said his father's horse was faster than this one,

that if this man was truly my friend, he would not care if we raced.

He promised to give me his jackknife if he could not catch me, and he did not.

You hear me say anything like that?

No.

That settles it for me. This isn't the first time he's stolen a horse.

- What do you aim to do about it this time? - Well...

I aim to see he gets a jackknife for winning the race.

Are you callin' my boys liars?

Injuns was never no one to tell anything straight.

He didn't win the race.

Wolf!

Come on. Here. Get up.

On your feet.

Scratch the surface and you get a pure savage.

Dressin' him up fancy won't do any good. You better get him back to his own kind...

or you're gonna have more trouble than you can handle. Abe, shut up!

- What? - Just shut up.

I think the Landeen men have caused enough trouble here today.

Come on. Let's go home. Come on.

That horse could never catch us. Not ever.

We know that, don't we?

You know who you remind me of?

You are like the horse my father used to tell me about.

To the Shoshone, he was known as the Ghost Horse,

and around the campfires at night,

they would tell how he was seen from Cimarron to Sonora,

and how all the horse catchers tried all their tricks,

but none could ever get close enough to capture him.

Kind of late, uh, for doin' chores, isn't it?

My mother says it was a bad thing I did...

To race your horse without asking.

Well, I guess you were kind of stampeded into it.

I do not know why I stay.

I want to go back, where I have friends.

You've got some good friends right here.

Yes. But I cannot stay here always.

My mother says that in California, it will be different.

- She's probably right. - Why should that be?

Well, there never was the same feeling about Indians out there,

'cause the tribes were mostly peaceful.

Some of 'em don't even know how to make bows and arrows.

It is because of me that she must go there.

Well, now don't go blaming yourself for anything till you get there.

People have been going clear across the

continent for years just to get to California.

It's supposed to be one of the prettiest places in the country.

They've got cities and gold mines and ranches,

tall trees and rivers to swim and fish in,

groves of fruit trees and the ocean...

and a breed of golden horses called Palominos.

Doesn't sound like going would be a hardship, whatever the reason.

If it is so good a place, why do you stay here?

Because this is where I belong.

That's something you know about a place,

deep down inside yourself.

I know where I belong.

Well. You did a good job on Joe D.

Thanks. Let's go.

You sure gotta hand it to Mr. Grainger. He's some shrewd buyer.

Morgan's waiting with the herd. The rest is up to you.

I know, I know. Get 'em back here as fast as I can without losing any weight.

Right. All right, boys. Let's move out.

Wolf must be sleeping awfully soundly this morning.

Well, he was up awfully late.

I'll fix him breakfast when he wakes up. Thank you.

You know, Milo, if you keep making these small trips out here,

people will get it in their heads that you're coming courting.

Let's not play cat and mouse, Cath.

We've got some serious talking to do.

I've never been more serious in my life.

After all, I am your wife... For richer, for poorer,

for better or, at the moment, for worse.

There's too much hate in you to ever want to be my wife again.

Oh, yes, there's hate.

I've waited a long time to find you...

and kill you.

You had that chance the other day. You could have let me die.

Like I told the Virginian, that's too easy.

I realize my obligations to you, Cath.

I've come with an offer...

Half of everything I own, plus an equal share in all future earnings.

It's a sizable sum, Cath...

More than enough to make a new life for you and your son.

Somewhere far away.

You're in no position to bargain, Milo.

Cath, what do you want?

- I want my daughter. - No.

I'm going to take her away from you, Milo.

You think she'd leave Ben?

I didn't say that.

I said I'm going to take her away from you.

It shouldn't be hard.

All I have to do is tell her the truth.

If you though anything at all about Laurie,

you'd want to do what's right for her...

Not use her as a weapon for revenge, even no matter how justified.

And what's right for her? Should I preserve her illusions about her beloved father?

No.

About her beloved mother.

You saw how the Fosters acted yesterday.

A scandal like this could ruin Laurie's life.

To know you were her mother...

Were? Milo, I still am.

A woman who lived with a Shoshone for 12 years.

And preferred him to her father, who was a coward.

Landeen was right. You are like an Indian.

And whose fault is it that I am what I am?

You don't care about that girl.

You don't care about anything but your precious reputation.

Who fought for her? Who stayed behind to die for her?

Who's paid for her life, you or me?

I've made you a generous offer, Cath.

Now you take it, or you'll get nothing...

Not the money, not the new life and not Laurie.

Because I'll deny it, Cath.

I'll deny everything and accuse you of trying to blackmail me.

Laurie has no reason to mistrust me, nor has anyone else in Medicine Bow.

It's my word against yours, and you have no way of proving your claim.

Oh, yes, I have.

Don't you remember the last present you gave me, Milo? I still have it.

It's a locket with our pictures inside.

Of course, we were much younger, but it's unmistakably us.

That's the first thing they would have stolen.

But you forget. I was Gray Cloud's captive.

He was the chief. Nothing was taken from me.

I think you need proof.

I went to wake him up, but he's not there.

His bed hasn't been slept in.

I found this, but I can't make it out.

It's Shoshone.

He's gone back.

He says he belongs on the reservation.

Now you must go home.

They must not think I've stolen you.

I-I just don't know how much of the

conversation I had with Laurie he overheard.

Maybe enough to think you'd be better off without him.

Milo, there are two ways back to the reservation. You know that.

I'll take the north trail. I'll saddle your horse.

Cath?

I'll make a bargain with you.

Your son for my daughter.

How do you know he's not your son?

I hated the thought of having a baby like that.

Might have been my husband's, and I hated him.

Might have been Gray Cloud's, and I hated him then.

Then I felt it move, and it didn't matter whose it was.

It was a living part of me.

I suppose it wasn't just the hate that kept me alive.

I suppose it was the life inside of me.

I'd never really thought about it that way before.

Oh, this has been so new for him and so hard for him,

and I've given him so little time these last days.

He was always more Gray Cloud's son...

By adoption if not by parentage.

From the time he took his first steps, he walked in the shadow of a man.

Like most Indian mothers, I learned that Shoshone boys like to be known as men.

They shy away from outward displays of affection.

But I think back now,

and I can't remember if I ever told him how much I loved him.

Run, boy!

Well...

It beats me how a man with a tricky heart...

can tangle with a wildcat and come out of it tickin' sound and steady.

Doc? Hmm?

How many nights' sleep have you lost in a lifetime of doctoring?

Too many to count, Milo.

You need some sleep now. I'll look in on you before I leave.

I'd like to talk to Mrs... To Cath.

Now, you need rest, not talk.

Well, he'll be fit as a fiddle in a couple days.

Can I talk to him?

Well, nobody pays any attention to what I say anyway.

Make it short.

Oh, where is he? Is he all right? Wait. Wait.

What happened? Wait a second, Laurie girl.

Now, one... One question at a time.

Wolf told us what happened.

You saved his life.

He's a brave boy, Cath.

He didn't run.

Neither did you.

He's a son to be proud of.

I am.

If he's not my son, Cath, I wish he were.

But you'd never know.

It doesn't matter.

Either way, I... I owe him, and I owe you.

Cass, I wish there were some way we could be together again.

Daddy?

I don't understand.

How could that boy be your son?

Because this is your mother, Laurie.

Mrs. Cloud?

But she... But you told me my mother was dead. Why?

Laurie, for what I'm about to say,

I-I don't ask your forgiveness.

Just try and understand.

He did think I was dead, Laurie.

You see, he left us alone that day.

He went into town for supplies.

By the time he got back, it was all over.

He never forgave himself for not being there.

I can't believe it.

I just... just can't believe it.

You don't really want to believe it.

You'd rather have the heroine in her grave,

the brave lady of the monument.

No... I'm sorry, Laurie.

I'm sorry you overheard.

I'm sorry that shining image he built for you had to be tarnished.

She's as gallant today...

as she was all those years ago, kitten.

Your mother is a lady to be proud of.

I would be known to my friends as Boy Who Deserted His People.

She's your people too, you know.

There are many rules I don't understand.

I don't do anything right. You could learn.

It would be hard for her.

Harder for her if you left.

You see, she knows what I know...

The day of the Indian is past.

All you could do on the reservation would be...

live out your life doing nothing.

A man wants his life to count for something.

You can only do that if you're free.

Wolf?

I can't keep you here if you want to leave.

It's the white man's way that everyone be free to choose the way they want to live.

So if you want to go back, I won't try to stop you.

The choice is yours.

But wherever you go,

know that my love goes with you.

It is the Shoshone way that a brave looks after the women of his lodge.

It was the way of my father. It will be mine.

There's still time. I wish you'd change your mind.

You belong here, with us. You've been apart too many years.

It wouldn't work, not for any of us.

Listen, we don't care what anybody says.

Especially not for Wolf.

I'm gonna have one of those golden horses.

What was the name you gave them? Palominos.

If you come down and see us, we'll race.

I might just do that.

- All aboard! - You will write?

You'll let us know where you are and how you are?

How else would you and Ben know where to come and visit?

Good luck.

Oh, Wolf. I almost forgot.

We'll never forget you.