All language subtitles for The Virginian - 8x13 - A Woman of Stone

♪♪ [ Chanting In
Native Language ]

My price is final.
Take it or leave it.[ Chuckles ]

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.

[ Door Opens ]Shut up!

- ♪♪ [ Chanting Continues ]
- 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.

[ Whinnies ]

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

Come back here!Hey!

Hold it!

[ Grunting ]

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

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

[ Mrs. Cloud ]
Please, don't hurt him!
[ Coughing ]

Hold onto him.

[ Labored Breathing ]

This your mother?

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

It's how my father died.

[ Wheezes, Coughs ]
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.

[ Native Language ]
Frazee! [ Spits ]

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.

[ All Laughing, Chattering ] 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.

[ Grunts, Groans ]

[ Chattering Continues ]

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

[ Chattering, Hooting ]

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.

[ Laughing ]

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

[ Laughing ]

[ Exhales ]

[ Weakly ]
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.

[ Softly ]
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.

[ Coughing ]

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.

[ Horse Whinnies ]

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.

Yougive '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?

[ Exhales ]
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.

[ Laughs ]
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.

[ Liz ]
Come on inside
and tell me everything.

[ Door Closes ]

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.

[ Clopping Hooves ]

[ Whinnies ]

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?

[ Sighs ]

[ Mrs. Cloud ]
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?

[ Cup Settles In Saucer ]Yes.

- How?
- Liz--

I'm sorry.

That's all right.

[ Sighs ]

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.

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

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.

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

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.

[ Gasping ]

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!

[ Knocking ]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 ourdaughter,

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?

[ Chattering ]

Hello, Martha, Ben.

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

[ Virginian ]
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 smallbowl, Wolf.

[ Chuckles ]
Can I help?

The guest of honor?

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

No, we haven't. ♪♪ [ Band: Waltz ]

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?
[ Chuckles ]

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.

♪♪ [ Continues ]

[ Exhales ][ Coughing ]

Jim, your punch
sure packs a punch.Yeah.

Looks like Mary Jane.Yeah.

[ Coughing ]

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.

[ Virginian ]
Wolf?

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

♪♪ [ Continues ]

Daddy said
she had a green thumb.

He said she could make flowers
grow almost anywhere. ♪♪ [ Ends ]

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.

♪♪ [ Ends ]Oh. A little later--

[ Chattering ]

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?

[ Coldly ]
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.

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

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.

[ Abe ]
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.

♪♪ [ Resumes ]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.

- [ Footsteps Approach ]
- 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.

♪♪ [ Continues ]

[ Clears Throat ]
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 ismy 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.

Ifhe was, he wouldn't mind.

He ain't.

- He ismy 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.

♪♪ [ Continues ]

Hey, Clayt.

What color war paint
do Shoshones use--
yellow?

[ Clayt ]
You know what to do.Yeah.

[ Hoofbeats Departing ]

♪♪ [ Continues ]

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!

♪♪ [ Stops ][ Martha ]
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!

[ Horse Nickers ]

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. [ Martha ] 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 nevercatch 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?

[ Chuckles ]
Because this is where I belong.

That's something you know
about a place,

deep down inside yourself.

I know where I belong.

[ Sighs ]
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.

[ Footsteps Approaching ]

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 arelike 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.

[ Sighs ]
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? [ Door Opens ]

[ Door Closes ]I'll make
a bargain with you.

Your son for my daughter.

How do you know
he's not yourson?

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.

[ Inhales ]
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.

[ Crying ]

[ Snarling ]

- Run, boy!
- [ Growling ]

[ Growls ]

Well--
[ Exhales ]

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.

[ Sighs ]
Can I talk to him?

[ Clicks Tongue ]
Well, nobody pays any attention
to what I say anyway.

Make it short. [ Knocking ]

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! [ Laurie ]
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?

[ Steam Hissing ]Good luck.

Oh, Wolf.
I almost forgot.

[ Hissing ]We'll never forget you.

[ Bell Ringing ]

[ Train Whistle Blows ]