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How you getting along with that?

Pretty good.

Buckskin showed me how to fix the eyes.

I wonder how Mother and Dad are doing up ahead.

They must be pretty tired.

It's been a long trip, Jimmy.

I'm tired too.

I'll be glad when we get where we're going.

Wish we'd never left home.

Cheer up, Jimmy.

Don't always be complaining.

When we settled in our new homestead,

you'll be glad we left old Kansas.

Jack, you told me I'd get to shoot Indians,

and I ain't even seen any yet.

That's what's wrong with you, Jimmy.

Always looking for trouble.

If you don't change your ways, you won't amount to anything.

Oh, you're always telling me that.

What's the use of coming out here

if we can't run into some Indians so I can use this gun.

There's a river about five miles on.

I'll ride ahead and see if we can cross

it before dark, Mr. Winters.

I guess that's the outfit all right.

They don't look like to me they'd

be carrying that payroll money.

Well, Larson tipped get me off that the money'd

be shipped secretly with the settlers'

outfit for protection.

So if it's there, we'll get it.

Round them cattle up!

Search the wagons!

Then burn them.

We got the wrong outfit, Gus.

That money ain't here.

Well, we'll take whatever else we can find.

Stay away or I'll shoot.

You're a spunky little rascal.

A real fighter, hey, kid?

Well, I like fighters.

I'm going to take him with us.

Well, likes the cattle we got will

more than pay for the trouble.

Yeah.

I come back to find the wagons burned and his folks

buried in them grades there.

A gang of renegades did it.

The Indians had taken Jack and treated

him like one of their own.

Took me five years to locate him and get him back.

But the brother, Buckskin, you never learned of him?

Nope.

He seemed to disappear from the Earth.

Jack and me been trying to locate him ever since.

You call him Jack?

Sure, that's his name.

Oh, we all call him Cherokee.

But the people think he's part Indian.

So I've heard.

And he never meet up with these gang?

No, but he'll keep on looking just the same.

I will hate to be in their shoes when he finds them.

Come on, Rusty.

What is that you make, my friend?

Oh, I been doing this since I was a kid.

Yeah, I've been doing this ever since I was a kid.

Forget where I learned it.

Just a habit when I'm nervous, I guess.

You know, when Dad first hired you as wagon boss

for this trip, I nearly fainted when

I saw you whittling a doll.

There you were, the Kansas kid, carving a doll.

What's that?

Oh, that's a locket my mother gave me.

Oh.

I never knew my mother.

She died when I was just a youngster.

Killed by the Indians.

And I've sort of knocked around ever since.

We're ready to roll whenever you are.

Sooner the better, Mr. Masters.

I'll be glad to get through this Indian country.

Well, uh, I'll get things started.

I never saw a man look so worried

just at the mention of Indians.

His mother was killed by them.

He told me so.

Oh, I see.

Lex, you knew my mother.

Sure I did, why?

Was she as pretty as her?

Well, you see, kid, the only time I ever

seen your mother when she--

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know.

Say, you ain't getting too interested, are you?

You know, we got a job to do and Buff's counting on you.

Don't you worry about that.

Mr. Masters.

Yeah?

Lex and I are going to ride ahead to the South Ridge

and check the trail.

Right, kid, we'll press along behind you.

I'm heading them for Rainbow Canyon

but they'll camp at the willows tonight.

Now, we'll have the chance to give Buff the tip.

That ought to work.

Time adds little changes to rocks, hey, Rawhide?

It's been a good many years since we was here.

But this country ought to make good pickings,

the way the kid works.

Funny think the way the kid took to our game, ain't it?

A born leader, good with a gun, and tough as a boot.

I pity you if he ever learns the truth.

I told you never to breathe that.

He'll always think it was the Indians.

I'll kill the man that tells him different.

Well, only Lex and me knows, so don't worry.

Chow's ready.

Come on.

Buff, it worked easy.

Masters hired me without any question.

I'm wagon boss with them.

Where they headed?

Wagon Springs.

Got a nice load of provisions and some cattle.

What's it going to be worth?

With beef at $0.04 a pound, should clear about $2,000.

When do we take them?

I've steered them off the main trail.

They're headed for Rainbow Canyon.

Hit us about noon time.

We'll be there.

Hey, what's on your mind?

Ah, wish we'd never come back here.

Why?

Well, it was somewhere near here you found me, wasn't it,

Buff?

That's right.

I never knew my folks, but somehow I feel they're near me.

You better get some grub.

Thanks.

I love my Tamale.

That's my sweetheart's name.

She loves the chiles.

To me, it's just the same.

and when we get married, we'll buy

a rancherito to raise frijoles, tamales, and little chiles too.

And I love the chiles.

They never gave me sorrow.

Because the little chiles of today

is the big fat bird tomorrow.

[laughing]

Hey, who's that?

That fella seemed scared when he saw us.

Yeah, I'll find out why.

You wait here.

Hey, there!

Gee, ma'am.

I'm sorry.

I thought you were a man.

And when I called you, you didn't stop and you

were acting so strange-- Well, you sure scared me.

I'm very sorry.

But say, who are you?

Well, they call me Cherokee.

Oh, my dad and I have heard lots about you.

But somehow our trails never have crossed.

You're riding kind of far out, aren't you, Miss?

Are you alone?

No, my outfit's back in the willows.

We plan to camp there tonight.

Well, what's and outfit doing way up here?

We're going to Wagon Springs.

Wagon Springs?

Who's leading your outfit?

My dad, Jeff Masters and the Kansas Kid.

Why?

Well, you're way off the main trail.

If you're sure of that, I wish you'd tell Dad.

Well, I'd be glad to.

Mr. Masters, you're heading for Rainbow Canyon.

It's blind.

Where's your wagon boss?

Why, he rode on ahead.

But he'll be back soon.

Dad, Cherokee said be glad to head us to Wagon Springs.

Well, what will you charge us for your time?

Oh, there'll be no charge, Mr. Masters.

I'm going that way myself and would

be really glad for the company.

You know, I can't figure out we missed the trail.

Well, evidently your wagon boss doesn't

know much about this country.

But we'll get you back on the main trail easy.

I'm giving the orders here.

What seems to be the trouble?

Oh, Cherokee, this is the Kansas Kid, our wagon boss.

Well, there's no hard feelings, Kansas.

I just figured you were off your bearings, that's all.

What's wrong with the way we're headed?

Well, Rainbow is impassable.

And besides it's Apache country.

You ought to know about Indians, Cherokee.

You're one, ain't you?

My word, Mr. Masters.

You're heading wrong.

I'm inclined to believe you, Cherokee and we'll go your way.

Hold on, Masters.

You hired me to run this outfit, didn't you?

And we want no interference from that halfbreed.

How do you know he's not figuring a double cross,

leading us into an Indian trap?

Relax, please.

I'm sorry for starting trouble.

It wasn't your fault. I'd have done the same thing.

Masters, I'm quitting this outfit.

Go ahead and string with that galoot

and see where it gets you.

Yeah.

And we'll drift along after supper.

All right, boys, if that's the way you want it.

I hope our trails cross again, Cherokee.

You know, Cherokee, this is the first chance

I've had to thank you since we got

straightened out on the trail.

No thanks necessary, ma'am.

You're an odd man, Cherokee.

Odd?

Your life, the way you're always

willing to help people who can't even afford to pay you.

And you always travel the trails alone.

They say you won't stay working long for one outfit.

That's right.

I like to drift around, see different places

and different people.

Ever think of settling down?

Someday maybe, to ranching.

In fact, I've got the spot all picked out.

Tell me about it.

Well, it's the kind of place Mother always wanted.

Acres and acres of trees and flowers and a lake too.

And the sky seemed to always be smiling down on it.

Mom always dreamed of a place like that

and called it her heaven.

She never saw it though.

Lost her life on this very trail.

Indians?

No.

White renegades.

That's the reason I stick to the trails,

because someday I'll find them.

What you thinking, Buck?

I hope what I'm thinking is wrong for Cherokee's sake.

Let's get riding, kid.

I got a little unfinished business.

Well, I was waiting for that.

Dad is going to establish a freight line between Wagon

Springs and Independence.

Well, he should do all right, And if I can ever help,

you just call on me.

Thanks.

Well, I guess I'll turn in.

Goodnight, Cherokee.

Goodnight, Mary.

What's wrong, Rusty?

What's the matter?

[gunshot]

Hold it, son.

Them critters ain't worth going after.

Yeah, I guess you're right, And you promised

to lead us to Wagon Springs.

Well, that's what I call the raid off, Buff.

I tell you that Cherokee is a whole lot

smart and powerful with a gun.

Ask Lex.

He can tell you.

For years I heard plenty about him.

He makes it tough on men in our business.

I'd hoped he wasn't in these parts.

He won't be for long.

I'd have dropped him in his tracks last night,

but we was outnumbered.

We didn't come all the way out here for nothing.

We got to make a haul.

We will and on Wagon Springs.

But my first job is to take care of that Cherokee.

Oh, Cherokee.

Good morning, Mr. Masters.

I was just wondering if you'd be interested in tying

with me as trail boss.

What do you say?

Well, I don't care much about tying too tight

on any one job, Mr. Masters.

You see, I have matters of my own that keep me travelling.

Well, just as you say.

I was counting you sort of.

But we will guide your outfit until you get things running.

Well, that's fine because I got a special shipment

that will make history in the next day or so.

And I'll need you.

Thanks. All right.

Buckskin, I think I'll make that little visit.

That's a good idea.

And I'm taking Lopez along.

Thank you very much.

Well, I'll just drift over to the oasis and wet my whistle.

Might see some new faces and learn something.

Rusty.

Come here, boy.

Hey, High Brand, come here, boy.

Where are we going, please?

I bring you good news.

White Fathers beyond Big River promised me peace treaty

will be lived up to.

You will get your lands back under one condition.

No fighting.

Say, there's something going on in Wagon Springs.

Some galoot's discovered gold and made

a deal with Jeff Masters for him to haul

out their first big load.

Say, this might be the luckiest strike we've ever made.

Hey, you men, come on with me.

What are you going to do?

Well, if it's all right with you, Buff,

I'm going to get the low down on this deal.

And make sure that Cherokee don't cut in on our plans

again.

Go ahead.

It won't look good for all of us to ride in there.

Rawhide, you go with me.

The rest you, stay here till we get back.

Find out when Masters is going to roll

out of here with that shipment.

Try and get yourself a job with the outfit.

I'm going to take a look around for Cherokee.

The discovery of gold, Buckskin,

will make history and boom Wagon Springs overnight.

If I can carry that shipment through safely

for the Cramer boys, my freight line will be made.

Looks mighty good for you, Masters.

Who would ever have thought that there was gold out here?

How much ore are you figuring to haul?

Oh, I can take $10,000 worth on this trip.

That's plenty rich.

Say, where's Cherokee?

Oh, went on a little business.

Say, when you expecting to start with this ore?

In the morning.

He'll be back before then.

Howdy mister.

I hear you was looking for some hands on your freighter.

Well, I can use a man.

Better show up in the morning.

Thanks. I'll be here.

News of this discovery travels like wildfire.

I better be getting things ready.

Will you tell Cherokee I want to see him?

Sure thing.

I've caught on with them and I know all their plans.

They roll out in the morning.

Good.

This Cherokee ain't in town.

I'll go back and get Buff set.

You stick here and keep your eyes open.

Hey.

Senor, these Indians not such bad people.

They're accused of a lot of things they don't do, Lopez.

And some of the things they do, they're

driven to by renegade white men, men who

try to rob them of their lands.

That tribe raised me and I know them pretty well.

Do we go back to town now?

No, Lopez.

The chief told me of a gang white men in back of the hills.

I'm going to have a look.

You go back.

Si, senor.

Hey, Buckskin!

Wait!

What are you doing here?

Where you go?

I got some important business up here.

Where's Cherokee?

I don't know.

Well, hunt him up and have him follow my trail up here.

This is going to lead to something.

Si, senor, pronto.

Hey, who's this?

Why, it's Cherokee.

Wonder what he's doing up here.

Well, whatever it is it ain't no good.

We better stay out of sight and see what he's up to.

Hey, he's coming in now.

He mustn't see me.

Howdy, mister.

Howdy.

I understand there's a cattle office starting up here.

I could tie in if you need men.

Cattle your business?

Hold still, Cherokee.

I'll answer for you.

Because I'm on to your game.

You and your pals cut in on us with the Masters outfit.

Figured a nice haul.

But on account of a girl, you wouldn't go through with it.

And I got something to settle with you.

There's a gold shipment you want cut it on.

Because we're getting that.

With no horse, he can't get away.

[gunshots]

Rusty!

Rusty!

Come here, boy!

That got him.

Put them down.

Well, I'm glad to see you here.

What's up?

Who is he?

That's Cherokee's pal.

And it gives me an idea.

Now I know how I can get that Cherokee back here.

We're just holding him.

Get your horses.

Mr. Masters, have you got that shipment loaded and ready

to go?

Why, son, what's wrong?

The Kansas Kid and his gang are planning to take it.

And you can't tell when they're going to try.

So you better load now and make a run for it.

Thanks, Cherokee.

I'll leave it once.

I'll get Buckskin and Lopez and follow you.

All right, I'll pull out just as soon as I load the ore.

Cherokee.

I wanted to go, but Dad wouldn't hear of it.

Promise you'll see him through?

I'll do my best.

Well, I guess I'll get the boys and be on my way.

Buckskin wanted to follow him out on the trail.

I think he's after the Kid.

Lopez, here's what I want you to do.

Cherokee's left.

They started down the trail with that gold shipment.

We'll get Buff and head them off.

And don't lose any time.

Si, amigo.

High Brand, we have work to do.

Buff, I tell you, you're making a mistake.

The Kid is handling this all wrong.

What's the matter with you, you getting yellow?

No, not yellow.

But we're fooling with dynamite.

This Cherokee won't be taken so easy.

He's smart, I tell you.

He'll find some way to get enough men together to cook us.

Since when did you start trying to run this outfit, Lex?

I ain't trying to run it, but I'm

for cleaning up on that stuff at Wagon Springs

and getting out of here.

Some of the other fellows feel the same way.

The Kid will handle it his way.

Ah, the Kid.

That's all I've heard out of you for years,

ever since we picked him up.

And if he ever knew it was you who killed his people--

I warned you, Lex.

They're making a run with that shipment.

If we hustle, we can catch them across the plains.

Good work, Kid.

I just remembered something.

How about that fella, Buckskin?

That's right.

We can't leave him there.

I'll go back.

No, let me do it.

It'll be a pleasure.

Ride on.

I'll be right with you.

All right.

You're lucky, Lex.

His bullet just creased you.

Thanks.

Well thanks for helping me.

Let's step out in the open, Kid, and get it over with

You count five and come on.

One, two, three, four--

Hold it!

Cherokee.

The Kid's your brother.

Understand?

Your brother!

It's a trick, Buckskin.

No, it ain't, Kid.

I'll prove it.

Come here.

Lex.

How can you prove it?

In the years we've been together, Kid,

I've never lied to you.

Cherokee is your brother.

Remember these?

I showed you how to carve them.

Yeah.

I remember.

Buckskin.

Yes, Jimmy.

I've hunted for you for a long time.

Maybe now you're sorry.

No.

I'm glad.

Get them.

We're in for it.

Let's make for the rocks.

Hah!

Buff Gordon's the man you're after, Jack.

He killed your folks.

That's right.

I saw him when he done it.

Well, where is he?

That's Buff.

They've got Masters.

Come on, Buckskin.

I'm going with you, Jack, if you'll let me.

Sure, Kid, get your horse.

It's the Kid and Lex.

We've been double-crossed.

Yeah.

The last time we were together, you were looking for trouble,

remember?

Is it bad, Kid?

I guess this is it, Cherokee.

Keep fighting.

Did you get him, Cherokee?

He's taken care of.

Where you hit, Kid?

All over, I guess.

I got just what I deserved.

Our lives might have been so different if-- You're

a great kid, Cherokee.

I'm sorry, I--

Now you try it.

Lopez, Mr. masters wants us to leave today with him today

on a freight haul.

What about Cherokee?

Is he not going?

What's the matter with you?

Use your eyes.

Can't you see he's a mighty busy man with a wedding coming up?

What are you thinking of?

Settling down in that little spot I was telling you about.