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I'm taking bets.

5 bucks says nobody
beats my new horse, Hurricane.

Don't be too sure of that.

I've been training my horse,
Scout.

- He's got legs.
- Get on.

I hear Doc Cassidy's got
a horse

been winning every race
this year.

- Doctor?
- That's right.

- He's coming in from Denver.
- Well, I haven't had a chance

to talk to a colleague
in quite a while.

Maybe I'll invite
him for dinner.

He's coming tomorrow.

Dr. Mike, let's get going.

Colleen, would you
look after Brian?

Sure.

No, no.
Don't take Bear today.

Why not?

Ride with me.

But I'd be
more comfortable on Bear.

For once no questions.
Trust me.

Please?

Here, Sully.

I'm taking bets, fellas.

There.

He asks if he can have two,
one on each arm.

Oh!

He only needs one vaccination
to protect him from smallpox.

All his years?

Yes.

You bring us strong medicine.

Now we have a gift.

Her name is Hewasi.

It means Flash In The Sky.

I chose her for you.

She's beautiful.

This is not necessary.
I can't accept this.

To turn down a gift, you
insult Snow Bird and our people.

She's given you something
she loves in front of all

to show respect.

Thank you.

I'm honored.

I've never ridden
bareback before.

You won't have to.

You made this?

Yep.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

It's just the right size.

You put her name on there.

Why not?

Try it now.

The men call her
Ensonasehewa -- Crazy Lady.

They think she's useless,
but she runs for me.

She'll run for you.

I can feel that.

Race you to the trees.

May I join you?

I don't think
that's a racing horse.

Let me try her, just for fun.

Forbidden.

Cheyenne women don't race
with men.

All right.
I'll head back.

Go.

Hyah!

Push!
Come on!

Yeah!

Come on!

Whoa!

Just heading back to town.

Come on, Flash.

You plan on sleeping here
with her?

No, but it's her first night
in a new place.

She's so pretty.

Awful small.

You should see how she runs.
She flies.

Now, that is enough.

She does tricks, too.
Watch.

Maybe you could put on a show
with her at the fair.

Or if she's so fast,
why don't you race her?

That's funny.

What's the matter?
Scared she'll beat you?

You can't be serious.

Why can't she?

You haven't seen this race.

They got the meanest, toughest
riders in all the territory.

They're way bigger than you.

Well, that would be an
advantage. It would be faster.

Dr. Mike, you'll get thrown
off, trampled.

- Ma, don't do it, please.
- Don't worry.

She's done lots
of dangerous things before.

But I don't want
nothing to happen to you.

I'll be fine.

We'll talk about it
in the morning.

You go up to bed.

Night.

So, you gonna race your horse?

I don't race for money.

Why?

I don't like
what it does to people.

It makes them act ugly.

It doesn't have to.

A good contest can inspire
a person to do their best.

She ain't seen this race.

Let the winning horse through,
boys!

Bring him on in, Bill!
Come on!

Watch out, boys!
Watch out!

Come on, boys!
Watch out, watch out!

- Is this Doc Cassidy's horse?
- Yeah.

He's hot-tempered.

What's his name?

Destiny.

Blacksmith...

can you put these on him
the morning of the race?

- Fancy.
- Where did you get these?

Denver.

- A special race.
- What are they made out of?

Gold.

Destiny's the horse.

Come on, boys, gather 'round!

One at a time, boys.

You know, if I won that prize,
Ingrid and I get our homestead.

Don't let them shake you.

Now, you can win.

- You're not making a pie?
- No.

I'm entering my wild-berry
preserves.

Fudge?

No, thanks.

Are you feeling all right?

I want to do something
at the fair,

but there's nothing I'm good at.

I'm not old enough to race.

I used to feel like that.

Only thing
I'm good at is cooking.

The trick is, you find that one
little thing you can do,

and then you make the most
of it.

Could you teach me?

What?

- Cooking?
- Yeah.

I can make a pie.

You can't enter
the pie contest.

Why not?

Boys don't do that.

Well, there's no reason
they can't.

Scared I'll beat you?

Yeah, real scared.

You've never cooked a thing.

I ate a lot of pies.

I know what tastes good.

Here.

Put this on.

She's so smooth.

It's like sailing
through the air.

Cloud Dancing says
she's stubborn and ornery.

Well, not for me.

She goes at the slightest touch.

She seems to know what I
want to do before I tell her.

You must be kindred spirits.

What would you think
if I rode her in the race?

I wouldn't be surprised at all.

Why not?

It's a tough race.

Lots of fast
turns up and down creeks.

Odds are, you wouldn't finish.

It's the kind of thing you'd do.

I feel safe on Flash,
like I could do anything.

What are you proving?

Oh, it's not about proving
something.

It's about taking up
a challenge,

trying for excellence.

There is no persuading you.

Well, that's not true.
I haven't made up my mind yet.

Yes, you have.

Come on. Come on.

Wait till you see that,
coming into the stretch.

I mean, he gives him his hand,

and he's always right there,
right past them, too.

Will you hold her?

I'll be right back.

This is the best rider
in the bunch.

Come on.
I'll show her to you.

- Dr. Cassidy.
- How do you do, madam?

- Do you require a doctor?
- No.

I'm Dr. Quinn.

- Beg your pardon?
- It's been a long time

since I've had the society
of another doctor,

- and I was wondering --
- Is this some kind of a joke?

No.

You look like a respectable
woman.

I'm a physician.

Trained where?

Women's Medical College
of Pennsylvania.

Whoa! Watch out!

What's that?

- Whoa!
- Watch it, watch it!

Probably nothing.

I was wondering
if I might invite you to my home

- for dinner?
- Ha!

I'm sorry, but I shall be
very busy for the next few days.

Doc Cassidy!
It's Drew!

He got kicked in the head!

Take him over there.

Get moving.

He'll be all right.

Are you all right?

- We can take him to my clinic.
- Aah!

What clinic?

In town.
We can examine him there.

That won't be necessary.

Eyes look good.

Do you feel dizzy?

Hmm?

- Ears ringing?
- No, sir.

But with a severe blow
to the head, we --

We don't require
your opinion, madam.

I'm fine, Doc.

I'm sure you are, cowboy.
Let's go check on the horses.

They're the ones
we should be worrying about.

- That man gonna be all right?
- I suppose so.

What did the other doctor say?

Not much.

Here you go, Matthew.
And good luck.

Mr. Bray.

Next.

Flash In The Sky.

Little small, isn't she?

It's like a large dog.

Is there a size requirement
for horses?

Oh, no, no, no.

As long as it is a horse.

- I'd like my slip, please.
- Yeah.

Name of the owner.

Michaela Quinn.

And who is the rider?

I am.

- Ladies ain't allowed to ride.
- Why not?

Well, that's the rules.

I ain't never heard
no such rules.

That's 'cause no lady's ever
tried to ride before.

And none will.

Now, if you wouldn't
mind, please, just moving on.

I am not moving.
I intend to ride in that race.

But you can't!

It's for males only,
14 and over.

Where is that written?

- Rules don't need to be written!
- They ought to be.

Rules is rules.

It's the way it's always been.

If you ladies
want to have a horse race,

go and have one on your own.

Please.
I got other people.

I just have a feeling Flash
could win.

She's strong, and she has heart.

I don't understand.
Why can't ladies race?

It doesn't feel fair.

A lot of things in life
aren't fair.

It didn't feel fair
when they turned me down

- for medical school.
- Did they say why?

They said that women
are too...

delicate.

Hmm.
What'd you do then?

I wouldn't accept no,
so I knocked on every door,

trying other schools until I
found one that would take me.

So, how come you're giving up
on the race?

Oh, I know these people.

They'll stick with their rules.

Unless...

What?

I could persuade them
to change the rule.

You never know unless you try.

Colleen,
that is a wonderful idea.

Look what's coming.

Evening, Dr. Mike.

You're looking mighty fine
there tonight.

- Same goes to you, Sully.
- Thank you.

You're looking quite
fetching yourself in that suit.

Eh, I'm too old
for this nonsense.

Loren,

if someone wanted to change one
of the rules in the race,

who would they apply to?

Why, the race officials.

And who would they be?

Me and my two colleagues
from Denver and Boulder.

Well, do you think
I could persuade you

to amend one of the rules,
the one about women riding?

Aw, Dr. Mike, now, you don't
see women fighting in a war,

and you don't see
them racing on horses.

No?
What about Joan of Arc?

How about Lady Godiva?

Want to ride like she did,
folks might go for it.

Women can't compete
in these things.

And why is that?

They're built different.
Their...bones ain't as strong.

They can't move as fast.

Female horses race
against male horses and win.

Well, you ain't a horse.

And you ain't got manners,
Loren.

Let's get some punch.

Evening, Dr. Cassidy.

Madam.

- Very handsome dress.
- Thank you.

How's your rider doing?

Oh, don't worry about him.

Cowboys get kicked all the time,
and most of them are so dumb,

you can't tell the difference.

But he may have
internal injuries,

and I'm sure
you've been observing him.

Do you have a husband?

Dr. Cassidy, I hardly --

- Are you her husband?
- No! I'm not married.

Well, now,
there's your problem.

Get a husband!

Women don't belong
in horse races,

and they don't belong
in the medical profession!

Women belong in the home!

Is he the most bigoted,
pompous, condescending --

Easy.
Pick your battles.

I'd just like to see
his horse get beat.

Flash could beat him.

Will you ride her?

Sorry.
That's something I will not do.

All right.

Then we'll find
someone else who will.

- Hi.
- Oh!

There you go.

Thank you.
Enjoy the fair.

It's sticking to the roller.

You got to put flour
on the pin, silly.

Eh, you'll get the hang of it.

I can't make it flat.

Sure you can.
Try it again.

Colleen. That's -- Oh!

Will you two stop that!

What you gonna put in that pie?

Chocolate and pecans
and, um, caramels.

That's candy.

So?

Sounds kind of unusual.

How about some,
uh, nice berries?

No, I want chocolate!

It's my pie.

Oh, my goodness.

Lame.

He's lame!
You did this.

- Don't be crazy.
- Don't!

Why would he even do that?

Oh, my goodness.

There was nothing wrong
with that horse last night.

- What happened?
- Hurricane's gone lame.

You're the only one
that touched that horse's legs.

Now, why would
I want to harm him?

To get rid of me.

I'm the best rider around,
and everyone knows it.

Somebody paid you?

- Look, you're out of your head.
- Back!

- Hey, hey, hey!
- Stop it!

Take it easy!

Robert -- he
would never harm an animal!

Take it easy.

This was fixed, and I'm gonna
find out who did it.

You folks bet on Hurricane?

Better pick
yourself another horse.

Hank?

- Yeah.
- Would you come up here?

I'd like to talk to you.

Sorry about your horse.

I've had an idea.

How would you like to race mine?

An Indian pony.

She has fire in her,

and if you race her,
she could win.

That's a little girl's horse.

Just come and see her.

I already seen her.

What's the fastest you've ever
run in the training course?

1:29 seconds.

Flash did it in 1:20 yesterday,
barely straining.

Maybe I can do something
with her.

But if I do,
we split the cash, 60/40.

That's not fair.

Life ain't fair now, is it?

Deal?

How's your head feeling?

All right.

Any trouble with your eyesight?

No, ma'am.

Hold still.

What are you doing that for?

More control.

That bit's too strong.
She needs a gentle touch.

You want me to ride her or not?

I can ride anything with hair.

Flash.

- Come on, now.
- Stop it!

Stay back.

- Leave her alone!
- Don't hit her!

I know what I'm doing.

I won't let you ride her.

I'd rather she not race at all.

Come on, girl.

What are you doing, Sully?

Hey!
Hey, come on!

Stay clear, clear!

...horse a horse!

A man never beats a horse
or any living thing.

Calm down, boy.
Calm down.

Boy down.
You all right?

- Hey, Doc!
- Easy, easy.

You should lay down
for a moment.

That's my rider.
I'll take care of him.

You all right, son?

Must have got ahold
of some bad ribs, Doc.

- Let's go to town.
- No!

He needs to lie down.
He should be carried.

Don't tell me what to do.

Here.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

- Stomach's been hurting?
- No, sir.

Came on kind of sudden.

Uh, get me a bottle of whiskey
out of the wagon.

May I look at him?

What for?

I do have some experience
in neurological cases.

Neurological cases?

Hmm.

Man just lost his dinner.
That's all.

Yeah.
Here he is?

This man had a serious blow
to his head,

and you know as well as I do

that vomiting
is an indication of concussion

or cranial compression.

- I'm better now.
- Just rest.

Already done that.

The swelling is normal.
The pupils are normal.

Do you know where you are?

Doc Cassidy's tent.

What day is it?

Is it Tuesday?

Wednesday.

Aah.

Can you tell me
who the president is?

Now, he didn't know
who the president was

before he got kicked.

I don't think this man
should ride in the race.

I'm all right, boss.

- I can ride.
- Now, now.

Just lie down and rest.
Here.

A couple of shots of whiskey
and a little sleep,

and, uh,
you'll be just like new.

I really must disagree with
your proposals, Doc Cassidy.

Perhaps your desire to win the
race is clouding your judgment.

No, madam, your desire to prove

that you're a better doctor
than I

is clouding your judgment.

And I'll thank you
to stop interfering.

Now, Drew needs his rest.

That is a beautiful pie,
Colleen.

Thank you.

What are you doing here, boy?

I made a pie for the contest.

Sure looks...peculiar.

Boys don't make pies.

This one did.

It's unnatural.

You ain't turning into a girl,
are you?

Loren, there's nothing
in the rules

says a fella can't make a pie
if he wants to.

So, what's it called, Brian?

I don't know.

It's got to have a name.

Uh...

how about calling it
Mr. Bray?

You can't name a pie after me.

Why not?

You name it after what's in it.

So what are the ingredients?

He don't have to tell.

Recipes are secret.

Let's call it surprise pie.

Yeah.
Surprise is gonna be

anybody eats it
don't die of food poisoning.

Pretty good.

How you feeling?

Like I'm gonna win.

You know,
you don't look too good.

Dr. Mike says maybe you
ought to take it easy.

And what's she know?

- She is a doctor.
- Yeah? So is my boss.

He said I ain't got nothing
to worry about

but winning this race.

I'm getting 10%
of the prize money.

That's if you win.

All I got to do
is stay on this horse.

He'll do the rest.

There's a lot more
to winning a race

than just staying on a horse.

That so?

Hyah!

What the hell you doing?!

Somebody get a wagon!

Get a wagon!

What happened?

Drew passed out.
He fell off his horse.

- Have you tried smelling salts?
- No effect.

I suspect he has
cranial compression,

pooling of the blood.

He needs immediate surgery
to relieve it.

I'm aware of that.

Unfortunately, I've never
done that procedure,

so I've got
to send him to Denver.

- I can do it.
- I beg your pardon?

I can do the surgery
in my clinic.

You've done this before?

Yes, once.

But it was on my own son.

He jumped from a tree,

and he had a blood clot
pressing on the retinal nerve.

I performed it
after finding the procedure.

Well, ask Mr. Slicker.
He was there.

Yeah.
I saw her do it.

And the outcome?

He recovered fully.

Luck.
It's pure luck.

There's no way to tell
where the blood is pooling

or if it's even possible
to get to it.

It's far too dangerous
to risk opening up the skull.

It's far more dangerous
to send him off on a journey

bumping and jostling.

He could have a stroke.

It's the best chance he has.

No!
I'm the best chance.

That's your opinion,
but he's my patient,

and I'll decide
what's best for him.

Dr. Cassidy, if my name was
Michael Quinn and not Michaela,

you'd let me perform
that procedure, wouldn't you?

I don't give a damn
what your name is.

I know Drew, and I know he would
much rather take his chances

on a wagon trip to Denver

than have a hysterical female
cut him open!

Go on! Get moving!

Come on. Giddap.

It's all right, Dr. Mike.

He's not gonna make it.

I might have saved him.

I know.

- That's moist.
- Yeah, yeah.

Let's see.

- Oh, I like that one.
- That does look tasty.

Yeah, yeah.

Aren't you gonna taste my pie?

Well, you got to taste
them all, Jake,

for it to be a fair contest.

It's unusual.

I need another taste.

Here.
Let me try.

Are we ready to make
a decision, gentlemen?

I lost.

Not yet.

They think it tastes funny.

You did your best.

That's what counts.

I never win anything.

You think I could come in third?

Shh!

I want to thank everyone
who made a pie.

Now, the third-place ribbon
is going to...

Colleen Cooper
for her strawberry pie.

Now, second-place ribbon
goes to Margaret Cornell

for her rhubarb pie.

And first place goes to...

Brian Cooper
for his surprise pie.

Go.

Go.

Brian, that was the most...

stimulating pie we tasted.

Tell the folks
what you put in it.

I can't remember.

Doc Cassidy!
Doc!

What do you think his chances
are now, Doctor?

Maybe you ought to sit down
a bit.

I'm all right.

No, you're not.

He sent that young man
off to die

when I might have helped him,
just because I'm a woman.

You did your best.

It's the same prejudice

that keeps me
from riding in that race,

only now his horse won't win.

How do you know that?
He's gonna get a new rider.

I'm putting Flash in the race.

Flash will beat him.

Well, who's gonna ride her?

I will.

Thank you.
I appreciate that.

But I'm the one
that should ride her.

They won't let you.

What if they don't know?

You think that will work?

Don't swing your hips.

I never swing my hips.

Whatever you're doing, don't.

You got to kind of hold
your toes out,

walk on your heels first,

swagger.

Like this?

Better.

Give me your bandanna.

Good idea.

Keep your hands in your pockets

so they don't see
how small they are.

What about the voice?

Don't talk, and don't smile.

We can tell folks she's deaf.

He. See?
We got to be careful.

One slip like that,
it's all over.

Maybe you can chaw tobacco.

Couldn't stand that.

I got some licorice.
You could chew that.

Here.

Get a big wad in your cheek.

Dr. Mike...

I've been thinking maybe
I'm not gonna ride in the race.

What are you talking about?

Feel kind of funny riding
against you.

Well, I'm the one
who shouldn't ride, then.

You got her.
I want you to.

And I want you to ride.

We should just both do our best.

And if you win, I'd be thrilled,

and if I win,
I'll give you the prize.

It will be my present,
to you and Ingrid.

You sure?

Just don't run me
off the trail.

You want Destiny
to take the lead at first

if he's riding.

Let him get two or three lengths
ahead of you.

And don't forget,
you got to ride like a boy.

How's that?

Get over his neck,
lean forward.

That's right.

Now, this is where the race
is won or lost.

This is
where you make your move.

What do we do here?

Well, you got two choices.

The shortest way is
over the logs, but don't do it.

The ground on the other side
is full of holes.

You could take a bad fall.

If you cut around the tree,
it's longer,

But Flash here can turn sharp.

She can cut off the others.

She turns like a dream.

After this, take the lead,
and you keep it.

Loren, Lester's gonna race.

- Got a new rider.
- Who?

- My cousin.
- I didn't know you had a cousin.

Yep.
Just rode in from Soda Springs.

Gonna ride
that little girl's horse?

Better than you did.

What's your name, boy?

Bill.

How old are you, Bill?

Old enough to chaw.

You're awful cute.

Leave him alone.
He's -- He's shy.

Can't he talk?

He don't have to, darling.

Are we gonna stand around
talking,

or are we gonna have
a horse race, huh?

Doc Cassidy's got himself
a new rider.

It's Hank.

Hank?

Hank on Destiny.

Lord, but it come late,
and I'm gonna double my bet.

The Colorado Sweepstakes
is about to begin.

- Riders, line up.
- I'm sticking with Matthew.

Reverend Johnson
will now address the horses.

Lord, we ask your blessing
for these brave men

and swift horses.

Grant them strength and courage,

and guide them all
to a safe return.

The race starts and ends
here in Grover's Pastures.

Run seven miles past
Willow Creek, up over the peak,

and around the oak grove.

There are four checkpoints.

You got to pass them all
or you'll be disqualified.

I'm so nervous.

Any rider who falls off
is disqualified.

It's just a race.

Sun will still come up
in the morning.

I know.

But it feels like
the whole world is watching.

Destiny's the favorite.

Ali Baba's paying 2-to-1.

It's our last call.

Final bets.

Brian, I'm sorry I made fun
of your pie.

That's all right.

I'm proud of you.

Who's that riding Flash?

Our cousin Bill.

Cousin Bill?

I could swear
I know that little fella.

Fact is, he's been here before.

I even entertained him once.

Riders, are you ready?

Whoo, whoo!

Anyone jumping the gun
will be disqualified.

The decision
of the judges is final.

Now, get ready, set...

- Hyah!
- Hyah!

Whoo!

Come on, Matthew!
Come on, Matthew!

Come on, Bill! Ride!

Whoo!

Whoo, whoo!

Come on, Hank!

Just got this
in from checkpoint one.

It says here
Destiny's in the lead,

but Matthew Cooper on Scout
is only a length behind.

- Where are you going?
- I'm going to checkpoint three.

I'll be right back.

Come on, Matthew!
Yes, yes!

Are you hurt?

No! Don't stop!

- Are you sure?
- Yes!

Keep going! Catch him!
Don't let him win!

Hyah!
Come on, Flash!

Catch him!

Harder, Flash in the Sky!

Hyah!

Here he comes.

Here you are.

At checkpoint two,
it's Destiny in the lead,

then Ali Baba, then Star.

Matthew Cooper has taken a fall.

He's all right,
but he's out of the race.

What about Flash?

Go around, go around!

She made it.
Come on!

Go!

Here it is!

Flash is picking up speed.

Flash is passing Destiny
like a whirlwind.

It's Flash in front now.

Flash setting the pace.

What a surprise this is.

Flash is running
like you never saw!

But here comes Destiny,
closing fast.

Something's happened to Flash.

She's lost her pace,
and Destiny's pulling ahead.

Destiny's out in front
by a length -- by two lengths.

I don't think anyone
can catch Destiny now.

What's happened?

Her legs must have given way.

She couldn't keep it up.
It's all over.

Don't give up yet.

You got to catch up, Flash.
You can do it.

Hold on!
Here comes Flash again!

That little horse is flying!

They're neck-and-neck,
Flash and Destiny!

And it's Flash in the Sky!

You did it!

Yeah!

- You did it.
- You certainly did.

- Whoo!
- Come on!

Oh, Lord!

You are disqualified.

She won fair and square!

She did not!
She broke the rules!

- The winner is Destiny.
- No! That's not fair!

Ma should get the prize.

We know what we did.

Flash won.

She's the fastest horse
in the West.

Good ride.

Let's hear it for Dr. Mike
and Flash!

Hear, hear!

Whoo!

There are other races.
We can enter her in those.

No. I think
we just take her home.

The town's gonna be talking
about this one for a long time.

Think they'll let
girls ride next year?

No.

But someday.