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As quickly as you can,
snatch the pebble from my hand.

When you can take
the pebble from my hand,

it will be time
for you to leave.

Time for you to leave.

-Howdy.
-Howdy.

Do you know the road
to Sante Fe?

Why, it's the one going north.
That's to your left.

-Thank you.
-It's a long way.

Hope you got a good horse.

I have good feet.

You mean you're going on foot?

Hey, did you hear
what he just said?

Well, I'll be doggone.

-How far you come?
-I do not know.

Many miles.

Well, I suppose maybe, if you're
gonna walk clean to Santa Fe...

...you might like
to have a beer.

-Thank you, no.
-No?

Well, how about some water?
Clean and cool.

Yes, I would like that.

Sure, why didn't you say so?

Hey, Pa!

Look out.
Look what we found out here.

Set him down here.
Set him down.

Come up here. Come up here.

There you go.
You know what we're gonna do?

Hey, boys. Hold him.
Hold him.

You know what we're gonna do?
We're gonna-we're gonna...

...pour this firewater
down his gullet....

-Then what we gonna do?
-Then we're gonna....

-We're gonna set him outside.
-We're gonna target practice...

...on a genuine
cigar-store Indian.

That's all, boys.

Leave him alone.

-What'd you say?
-I said leave the old man alone.

You move over here, buddy.

You went and spoiled our game,
old boy.

Let's see now if you're good
enough to make it stick.

Save your breath, son.

-I don't have a gun.
-We can get you one real quick.

Joshua, you shut up!
Don't you know who that is?

-Doesn't matter--
-I didn't recognize him...

...without his gun.
That's Lucas Bass.

Lucas Bass? I heard he retired.

I heard he took on three pros
in Vicksburg a few years back.

That's right, killed them all.

Josh? Let's go on out
and cool off a little bit.

Come on, brother.

Mr. Bass,
this is your lucky day.

-Would you come on?
-Come on.

I'm sorry. They're just wild
kids. They didn't mean no harm.

-Are you alright?
-Yes, thank you.

Could you please tell me if
there is a white doctor

in this area?

-I do not know. Perhaps.
-Where'd you come from?

My son is very ill.

He's outside.

Nearest white doctor's
in the town of Purgatory.

That's over 20 miles from here.

Besides, they don't
take to strangers.

Particularly you.

-Thank you.
-Sorry.

Can I be of help?

Any man can be of help
to another man.

What have you to offer?

Help.

Your eyes....

You are from another land.

I am from China.

Do you know
the white man's medicine?

He is beyond all medicine.

Hawk of Peace...

...what is the meaning of this?

That you should die before me.

When I that came first
should remain to be last.

Goodbye, my son.

Would you please help me up,
my friend?

You will need help...

...to bury him.

I will need help.

But we cannot bury him.

Don't be of long face,
my friend.

He knew happy times
as well as sad.

His life had more
fullness than most.

-Do you not mourn for your son?
-His death, yes.

I am sorry he had
to go by way of smoke.

It is not without honor.

But I have wished
that he would have been buried.

Why could he not be buried?

Because he did not die on the
land on which he was born.

We must return to the place
where we were born...

...to prepare for
the journey beyond.

I myself was on the way to that
sacred, final resting place...

...when Hawk of Peace
became sick.

Then he was taking you.

Yes.

Will you go back
to your people now?

My people? I am my people.

There is no one else left.

You mean you are alone?

I mean my people are all dead.

I am the last.

-What will you do now?
-My way is clear.

I must go back to the land
where I was born.

So that I can die.

-Is death all you wish?
-My wish is beyond.

It is only in that hope...

...that I have put off dying
long enough to journey...

...past the mountain
to the land of my birth.

The journey will not be
possible for you alone.

I know that, my friend.

I am willing to pay you
to come with me.

I have a paper here
with white man's words...

...that my son told me
had great value.

I also have three pouches
full of gold.

White men kill for it.

You may have it
after I am buried.

You are very generous.

But I have no need of wealth.

And my direction
lies another way.

If you will not accompany me
out of greed...

...do so, then,
out of friendship.

How far beyond the mountains?

A day's journey.

Maybe two.

And you will never see
a more beautiful valley.

The fields yellow with corn.

And the trees shining green
in the sunlight.

Come, my friend.

The sight alone will be worth
the journey to you.

Young Caine,
when I was a boy...

...I fell into a hole
in the ground,

and I was broken
and could not climb out.

I might have died there,
but a stranger came along

and saved me.

He said it was his obligation.

That for help he
had once received,

he must in return
help 10 others.

Each of whom would then
help 10 others.

So that good deeds
would spread out...

...like the ripples from
a pebble in a pond.

I was one of his 10,
and you became one of mine.

And now I pass this
obligation on to you.

My name is Kwai Chang Caine.

A noble name.

Ancient Warrior is the name
given to me by my people.

A noble name.

Where does your pebble walk to,
grasshopper?

It walks.

Its journey is to nowhere.

Each journey begins
and also ends.

Then the ending is
the bottom of the pool.

Does not the pebble entering
the water begin fresh journeys?

It seems unceasing.

Such is the journey
through life.

It begins. It ends.
Yet fresh journeys go forth.

Father begets son, who becomes
in turn father who begets son.

Then the roots I have are me.

And I am they.

Grasshopper, seek first
to know your own journey's...

...beginning and end.

Seek then the other journeys
of which you are a close part.

But in this seeking,
know patience.

Wear that traveler's cloak
which shelters...

...and permits you to endure.

I don't recognize anything.

Perhaps in the valley beyond.

Yes.

I must have forgotten.

Stop.

-This is it!
-This is what?

This is it! My burial place!
Right here on this spot.

We've found it,
Kwai Chang Caine.

This is where
I am going to be buried.

Go get my shotgun.

-You cannot do this.
-Why not?

-I am tired.
-You must make arrangements.

-Arrangements.
-It is dangerous...

...to sit in
the middle of the street.

Alright, Kwai Chang Caine.
How do we make arrangements?

We must find someone
to speak to.

You responsible
for this heathen?

I came with this man.
Are you the sheriff?

We're his deputies.

I am Kwai Chang Caine.
This is Ancient Warrior.

Alright, folks, go on to church.
We can handle this.

Now, you get that
heathen on his feet.

And you march out of town
the same way you came in.

This is not possible.

Ancient Warrior is very old...

...and very tired.

What tribe you with, old man?

Dead tribe.

-Well, what do you want here?
-I come here to join them.

Ancient Warrior is dying.

He has journeyed very far
to return to the land...

...of his people.

He wishes to be buried
in a sacred place.

And where would that be?

Here. Where he is seated.

In the middle of the street?
An Indian?

-You both gotta be crazy.
-Well, now, folks around here...

...won't mind
seeing another dead Indian.

But they sure wouldn't take to
having him buried in their town.

-But it is his right.
-Not no more it isn't.

Give me the paper.

Hey, now. Now, how do we know
whether or not this is real?

Is there someone in authority?

Sheriff Pool won't be back
till tomorrow noon.

-Is there no one else?
-Judge Marcus.

Yeah, Judge Marcus.
You come with us.

We will go and speak
with someone in authority.

Speaking to white men
of authority

takes time and patience.

I have little time left.

I will stay here.

Well, now, it cites here...

...President Andrew Johnson's
Indian Treaty of 1868.

It's authentic, alright.

See here. It was registered over
at the county seat, Tombstone.

Take a look down at the bottom
left-hand corner.

Well, what does it mean exactly?

What does it mean? It means that
that old Indian chief...

...is legally entitled
to the entire valley.

Now, don't that beat all?

But he wishes only
one small piece for his...

...final resting place.

Sure, right smack
dead center of town.

Sounds fair enough to me,
considering he could...

...lay claim to the whole of it.

Now, judge.
Sheriff Pool's out deer-hunting.

Now, he won't be back
here till tomorrow.

What do you think
that Ty and me should do?

What should you do?

If I were you,
I'd go over to Mayor Simms...

...and show him that document.

I would like some water
for my friend outside.

He is ailing.

That old Indian sitting
in the street?

Mister. That red man could die
of thirst before he gets...

...water from anyone
in this town.

-Especially me.
-I do not understand.

Don't you know
what happened here?

Can't you see how these people
feel about Indians?

Then I'll tell you. There was a
massacre here eight years ago.

Fourteen white men were killed,
my younger brother among them.

Killed and scalped!

Cavalry had to be called
to make this town safe.

Most of us remember
what happened.

Just like it was yesterday.

It would not be easy to forget.

Well, we couldn't if we wanted
to. Sheriff Pool sees to that.

See, he's hide-bound on keeping
our place safe from outsiders.

Indians or anyone else.

So if you place any value
on your life...

...you better take your Indian
friend and get out of here fast.

You come on over to my office,
and I'll see that...

...the old chief gets
a drink of water.

-Darn!
-You are a couple of morons.

-You better get it all up.
-Hey, you wanna have some fun?

Hey, old buddy,
let me see these glasses.

I didn't know they made
glasses for Indians.

There's a powerful lot
of hate in this town.

I hope your Indian friend
can survive it.

We'll just give him
a little face powder.

Look out.

-Look at him.
-Look out for him!

Mayor says we gotta
lock both of you till...

...Sheriff Pool gets back.

Thank you, Judy.

-Good morning, Emmett.
-Morning, Mayor Simms.

Get yourself a plate over there
and join me for breakfast.

No, thank you, Howard.
I've already had my breakfast.

Well, now.

I am here to talk to you
about the Ancient Warrior.

The one that wants to be
buried in the center of town?

-Yep, that's the one.
-What about him?

He's dying, Howard. Why not let
him go with a little dignity?

You mean, give in
just like that?

Well, why not?
It wouldn't harm anyone.

Then tell me something.

How do you think that the people
who lost sons...

...and fathers and brothers
in the massacre would feel...

...about something like that?

He has a valid deed.
It's his right.

Sheriff Pool will
be back at noon.

We'll figure something out then.

-You won't have some of this?
-How?

By cooking up some phony charge
and hanging him?

Like that young Comanche
you hanged last summer?

That boy was a horse thief.

The only crime he committed
was that of being an Indian.

Pool is a first-rate sheriff.

Pool is also
a bigot and a tyrant.

I've seen nothing to convince me
that what you say is true.

It's true.
You just don't want to see.

He made this town
a safe place to live in.

But he is using
the wrong methods.

We tried your way,
or have you forgotten?

The thieves were breaking out
of jail faster than you...

...could bring them to trial.

Expediency is no
substitute for justice.

The only justice that works out
here is frontier justice.

This is a mining town.
There is gold here.

And we both know that wherever
there's gold there's going...

...to be lawlessness and Pool is
our only way of counteracting.

Howard, I don't believe that.
Not anymore.

I've done considerable thinking
ever since the courthouse...

...doors were boarded up.

And I believe in fair
treatment for everyone...

...guilty, innocent or Indian.

They haven't been getting
that sort of treatment here...

...and I for one intend to try
to do something about it.

-Emmett?
-Yeah?

I'll call a meeting of the
citizens' committee at 1:00.

Have your Indian friend here.
He'll get a fair hearing.

You have been like a long drink
of silence...

...since they put us
in here yesterday.

I have been wondering
where you will go...

...if they will not let you be
buried in the sacred place...

...chosen by your people.

But, surely they will.

I have offered
to take a pebble of land...

...in exchange
for an entire valley.

I have even forgiven them
in my heart...

...for the shameful things
they've done to my people.

I shall not take hatred and
vengeance into the next life.

What more can they ask of me,
Kwai Chang Caine?

-Morning, judge.
-Morning, Ty.

-What can I do for you?
-I'm here to post...

...bail for Kwai Chang Caine
and Ancient Warrior.

Now, you gonna have to wait
for the sheriff to get back.

Well, how can that be?
Aren't you his appointed deputy?

Yes, sir, but I don't even know
what the bail is.

Sheriffs don't fix bail in this
county. They just collect it.

The justices of
the peace fix the bail.

And I guess you know
who that is in Purgatory.

-Yes, sir.
-Now, what is the charge?

I don't rightly know, judge.

Well, could it be loitering?
Or malicious mischief...

...with attempt
to impede public utilization...

...of a county right-of-way?

-I guess that's alright.
-We'll see here.

That would be under
"Misdemeanors, Miscellaneous."

It says right here, "Bail should
be not less than $10...

...no more than $50."

We have it right here, $10
apiece. There's $20, deputy.

-Now, where are the keys?
-Well, here they are.

Well, don't you bother, Ty. I'll
take care of things for you.

Make yourself comfortable.

Ancient Warrior
has not much time.

One day. Perhaps, two days.

I'm not gonna lie to you, Caine.

It's gonna be hard to get that
vote from the committee.

There'll be seven votes,
including Sheriff Pool...

...the mayor and myself.

I do believe that Cole and
Brandeis will vote with us.

They're as opposed to Sheriff
Pool's tactics as I am.

But....

Anyway, I've taken the liberty
of drawing up...

...a last will and testament
here for your Ancient Warrior.

It might help us to get the vote
when it comes to a showdown.

You just get him to put his mark
on there, will you?

Here he comes. That, my friend,
is Sheriff Pool.

Don't know what you're
doing here, red man...

...but I'll tell you this:

You're either gone
or dead by sundown.

Sheriff. Guess who's riding into
town, bigger than life?

Who?

Lucas Bass.

Was he wearing his gun?

He's got it with him.

I thought you retired.

-So did I.
-Well?

You hanged my son.

Well, if we did,
he had it coming.

Not without a fair trial.

What was his name?

Vincent.

Vincent Laughing Eyes.

That Comanche?

Well, I heard you had a couple
of kids somewhere.

But I didn't know
you were a squaw man.

-You talk too much.
-Alright, I'll say it once.

You get back on that horse
and ride out of here.

After.

-After what?
-You know.

-No need for this.
-You first.

Alright, bury him, Clay.
I'm due at the mayor's place.

Mr. Mayor and gentlemen
of the citizens' committee.

On behalf of Chief Ancient
Warrior...

...I submit to you
two documents.

The first is a valid deed...

...entitling the Ancient Warrior
to the entire area...

...which this town is built on.

And the other, a last will
and testament designating...

...his rightful heir...

...who will succeed him in sole
ownership of said land.

Could I see that will, please?

This heir, Long Drink of
Silence, who's he?

-He is my son.
-Who's likely to be far less...

...generous in his demands
than the Ancient Warrior.

Therefore, gentlemen,
and also kindly indicating...

...to some of you here
that be not too far...

...removed from facing our own
maker, I hereby resolve...

...that Chief Ancient Warrior
be granted the right...

...to be buried in his chosen
burial ground...

...in exchange for transfer of
ownership of this entire...

...valley to the community
of Purgatory.

So resolved. Do I hear a second?

-I second.
-Seconded.

Now, before we vote on
the judge's resolution...

...the chair will hear relevant
arguments from the floor.

-Mr. Mayor.
-Arlo.

Gentlemen.

Gentlemen, if we let this
heathen...

...be buried here...

...while his grave will just be
some kind of a monument...

...commemorating a bunch
of rotten savages...

...who just sacrifice white
men's scalps to their pagan god.

Why is there so much
hate in your heart?

Well, because....

Well, because history has
recorded the massacre of...

...14 white men and boys...

...on this very ground,
just eight years ago.

Now, do you deny it?

White history sees only
with the whites of its eye.

Why did it not record the 14 men
of my tribe...

...who were killed first?

Why did it not record the 67
men, women...

...and children...

...who were slaughtered by the
white soldiers one week later?

Why can you not try to forget...

...and feel the happiness
of forgiveness...

...as I have?

Old man...

...your tribe killed
my brother...

...and then they
cut away his scalp.

So, if they agree to bury
your body in the street...

-...I will personally dig it up!
-Arlo.

Sit down. We all know you've
suffered a grievous loss...

...but you're too choked up with
hate right now to make sense.

So just sit down.

Alright.

Now, before we vote, any further
discussion from the floor?

Mr. Mayor.

Aldon.

Well, well, well.

First, like to compliment Mr.
Strunk on having the courage--

The courage!

To speak out and say things
the way they are.

I not only agree
with his views...

...but I think it's my duty
to inform this committee...

...that if this resolution
is passed...

...you're gonna be
looking for a new sheriff.

Now, isn't that
a little drastic?

If I don't have a right to a
voice in these things, who does?

I mean, not more than an hour
ago, I risked my life...

...to make this place safe
for all of you.

We've heard about that,
and we're all very grateful.

It was not so great a risk.

Well, now.

-What's that supposed to mean?
-Your life was in no danger.

You had your deputy...

...shoot Lucas Bass
in the back with a rifle.

Now, that's
a very serious charge.

He's a liar.

You need only examine
the body...

...and you will know
I speak the truth.

Dog-eat-dog with
a killer like Bass.

A man does what he has to.

The knack for survival is what
makes for a good sheriff.

And I swear, you're gonna lose
one if that red man...

...is buried in this town.

That's all.

So be it.

Those in favor of...

...Judge Marcus' resolution
will signify by saying "yea."

Those against will say "nay."
I'll call the roll.

Emmett?

Yea.

Emmett, yea.

Arlo?

Nay.

I didn't hear.

Nay!

Arlo, nay.

Jed?

Nay.

Jed, nay.

-Jacob?
-Yea.

Jacob, yea.

Percy?

-Yea.
-Percy, yea.

Aldon?

No.

Three for and three against.

I vote...

...yea.

Resolution passed.

These are violent times.

Being a sheriff isn't easy.

I think you'll find that out
when you try to replace me.

Meeting's adjourned.

Gentlemen, there's brandy
and cigars in the library.

You have won.

You will have your burial place.

It cannot be changed.

It is a hollow victory.

This place is filled
with hatred.

The Great Spirit no longer
touches its soil...

...with fertile sweetness.

Come, Long Drink of Silence.

Take me away from here.

I want to die in
a pine-filled forest...

...near the things
I have grown to love.

Master, what is the best
way to meet...

...the loss of one we love?

By knowing that when we truly
love it is never lost.

It is only after death that the
depth of the bond is truly...

...felt and our loved one
becomes more a part of us...

...than was possible in life.

Are we only able to feel this
toward those whom we have...

...known and loved a long time?

Sometimes a stranger
known to us for moments...

...can spark our souls
to kinship for eternity.

How can strangers take on
such importance to our souls?

Because our soul does
not keep time.

It merely records growth.

Dead?

Yes.

I'm sorry.

There is no need to be sorry.

Especially with one such as he.

He asked me to thank you...

but he does not wish
to be buried here.

I thought he decided that
this was the most...

...beneficial place
for his soul.

He gave up that
dream for another.

That it is better to cover
the land with love...

...than to let it
cover you with hate.

An act of forgiveness.

Do you think
the people will understand?

Not all the people.

But for those who do not...

...there will always be the
story of the Ancient Warrior.