All language subtitles for Into the West (2005) S01E02 1080p BluRay

Tatanka made us what we are,

a Buffalo Nation.

So long as the buffalo ran,
our nation was strong.

From Tatanka we took our food,

our clothing,

our shelter.

Then the whites came

and brought strange
new things with them.

They traded with our enemies
the Crow and other tribes.

We Lakota traded little with the whites.

This caused anger among some of us.

I had passed many joyous years
among Thunder Heart Woman's people,

but with the start
of my own family,

I felt a strong yearning
to return to the place of my birth,

so that our daughter,
Margaret Light Shines,

would know something
of her father's world.

Just who might you be?

This is the Wheeler house,
is it not?

We don't know any Indians.

Are you cousin Rachel? Daughter of
Benjamin and Abigail Wheeler?

I'm Naomi, Rachel's younger sister.

My God! I thought
you were still a child.

I'm Jacob,
your father's my uncle.

We're cousins.

This is my family.

Well, I'll be...

We heard from Nathan.
A letter.

He's in Texas.

He's married to... a Mexican.

Well, Texas is getting settled now,
thanks to folks like Nathan.

Be proud of Nathan, Mother.
He helped whip Santa Anna.

I just wish he'd come back home,
even if it's just a visit.

Would it be proper if my wife
were to take his seat for now?

Oh, yes. Yes, of course.

And Light Shines beside you.

What's that?

This is a very special gift
from my bride.

Lord, you have blessed us this day
with the return of my son, Jacob.

Thank you, Lord,
and perhaps someday

you will guide our other
lost child, Nathan, to us

so that he can be
at this table with us,

and we can all break bread
as a family once again.

- Amen.
- Amen.

Here you are,
Wakin-yan-techate.

Wakin-yan-techate

translates as Thunder Heart Woman.

What is it
you intend to do, Jacob?

What we've always done.

What we all do.
Be a wheelwright.

That is, if you'll allow me, Father.

Of course I'll allow you.

Business isn't as it was,

bank failures and all.

People barter for services nowadays.

But we'll get by.

Bunk here until things
turn for the better.

Your squaw feel the same?

Don't call her my squaw.
She's my wife.

My woman, my missus.

Ain't nothin' dirty about it.

I lived with her people,
hunted buffalo with them.

I learned to honor their ways.

They made me one of their sacred own.

I hope you'll do the same for her.

We'll do our best.

It may take time.

It's a boy!

She didn't cry out. Not a bit.

How's that possible?

Leah, Indians aren't human.
They don't feel pain like we do.

They're heathens.

I will name him..

after grandfather.

Abraham.

And his Indian name
will be High Wolf.

One thing I can't get out of my head
are those California oranges.

This big.

Bright and shiny.
Grow everywhere.

Boy, I miss them.

Then why'd you come home?

Mexicans pushed us out.

But people pushing back.

Like Texas, California's
like a virgin looking for a husband.

It's gonna draw folks,
no matter what them dons do.

Could be a positive thing for a man,
to be part of it all,

help settle the country.

Brother Nathan stuck it out in Texas.

Now he's got a farm,
raising a family.

He didn't come back home,
tail tucked between his legs.

I came close to losing my scalp
a number of times.

If it hadn't been
for Mr. Jedediah Smith,

a man named Fletcher...

The one that wanted
his rifle cock replaced?

That's him.
Stood right over there.

He's dead now.

Talked about gold and fortune.
I remember.

Now he's gone.

So much for dreams of glory.

That kind of life
always carries a price.

Nothin' comes easy.

But Mr. Smith is not dead.

He's blazing trails,
making a name for himself.

Plenty of glory going around out there,
and he deserves most of it.

Greatest man I ever met.

Riders, dismount!

Come on.

It's just like I said.

Hides. Pelts.

Got too many of them already.

You got something we can use?

Any of those you're willing to barter?

'Cause there's a lot of
lonely boys headin' west,

where there's no preachers
or high-falutin' women

to tell 'em a man's pleasure
ain't right.

You understand?

Of course you do!

Jacob!

Jacob. Look here, Jacob.
What's in the newspaper.

"Pathfinders needed to escort parties
west from Independence, Missouri,

through to California...

...following paths trailblazed by the
recently deceased Mr. Jedediah Smith."

"Running low on water,
Smith went ahead of the wagon train

to find a watering hole
or spring."

He was leading a party
on the cutoff to Santa Fe.

That part of the country's
Comanche territory.

He knew that. He cut sign
with the best of 'em.

He knew a man alone
ain't got a chance.

He was a God-fearing man.

He was a modest man.

Saved my life up in a cave in Utah.

Mohave had surrounded us.

Things were at their bleakest,

and it looked like the sun
would wash our bones, and...

Kept us going,
and he kept me believing.

Now he's dead.

He wanted me to stay out West.

Said if I didn't, I'd never
know the man I could've been...

...the man God wanted me to be.

Wheelerton's gone stale.

I don't know,
maybe it's the dare of it all.

Besides, I don't like
how they treat you...

...or Young Margaret Light Shines.

It's not like family.

They will grow accustomed to us.

A man expects more from family.

I want back West.

It will be hard for the children.

We'll go slow, easy stages.

This is your home.
Virginia's your people.

Man don't make history by sleeping
in the bunk he was born in.

"History"?

Taking your brother with you.
Took Nathan last time.

We haven't seen him since.

I'm going because I wish to.

I had a chance before,
and I didn't go.

I won't make
the same mistake twice.

Don't expect to come back in good times
and get a piece of the family business.

That goes to them that works it.

It's understood.

Fine.

I just wanted to hold the baby
a little while longer.

That's what comes of marryin' Indians.

Longing for the wilds.

Let's go, Jethro.

Pa?

Thank you, Mother.

Jacob, wait for me! Wait!

Who's that!

Rachel.

Come to say goodbye?

I'm going with you!

There's nothing for us here.
Nothing for any of us.

- And we can help with the children.
- Who's we?

Naomi's fiancé married someone else.

She wants to disappear
from the face of the earth.

- We figure that's where you're going.
- Is that Leah coming with her?

She wants to disappear too.

Try as I might, my impetuous cousins
could not be made to reconsider.

I wrote to Ma and Pa to explain things
but knew I left them bereft.

I hoped that I would prove equal
to the responsibility I had undertaken.

Eight muskets for four ponies.

Eight musawacon...

...for four shocawaka.

Our journey from Virginia
to Independence took three years.

Like most other folks
in a restless young America,

we stopped and settled for awhile,

worked, then pushed on again.

Houses were built, then abandoned
before the trees came into bearing.

Fields were planted, then left
for others to reap the harvest.

On the way we had another child.
A boy, Jacob Jr.

...toes into the deep, blue,
clear waters of the Pacific Ocean.

Welcome, friends!
Is it the golden coast you seek?

The Shangri-la of the West?

Californ-eye-aye!

You ever been there?

No. No, can't say as I have.

- I've been. I've seen.
- And what's your assessment?

By comparison,
everything else is a dung heap.

Well put!
We're in agreement, sir!

Welcome! We can use a man
who's been down that trail.

We have close
to the makings of a train.

Don't want too big a company.

We wish to travel light and fast.

- And safe?
- Yes, sir. That's it exactly!

Sign up. Contract's there.

List your members,
your intentions, equipment, skills.

Do you accept freemen of color?

- Where are you from, sir?
- Illinois.

They love us as a race there,
but hate us as people.

We're headin' west for acceptance.

Join us!

You joining this train, mister?

I'm thinking on it.

There's a lot of rules
and regulations here, mister.

Hoxie's the name.

Stephen Hoxie.

I'm providing wagons,
horses, cattle, stores.

And doing that, I figure
to captain this train.

Not the pilot, mind you.
Not our guide.

The man in charge?

Somebody's got to be.

Might as well be the fellow
who can provide for all.

A wagon train is like a passenger ship
on a lonely prairie ocean.

Always a captain on a ship.

We need rules, standards.

Organization, young man.
Everyone needs a task.

Jethro, they got a members' council...

...to report to captain.

Ten-dollar tax per person?

Moral clause?

As the saying goes,

when alien peoples meet,
first they fight,

and then they fornicate.

We need to preserve our dignity,
our civilized ways.

Can't let savagery infect us.

We intend to sit out the rains,
depart come spring.

that way we beat winter
in the Sierras.

Well. Come see me
if you have questions

at Colonel Noland's
hotel and tavern.

What about Missouri?

We're in Missouri.

The land is rich.

There are plenty of people, farms,

settlements.

Why not stay here?

It's swamp country.

Malaria, pestilence.
Don't want it. Don't need it.

No fever in California.

I heard of one fellow talking,

said folks routinely live
150, 200 years in California,

climate's so good.

Folderol!
Nobody can live that long.

One old coot they said
was 250 years old,

and he'd had enough.

Decided he wanted to die.

What'd they do,
feed him Mexican food?

There's an argument
to be made for Oregon.

- At least they speak English.
- True.

Who's gonna talk Spaniard
when we get to California?

You, Jacob?

Those dons are educated.
They speak English.

California or bust!

Didn't tell me
you were a coopersmith.

We're obliged to the proprietors
for letting us use the shop,

make another wagon
for the journey.

We're wheelwrights.
My brother, Jethro.

Next to pilots and Indian fighters,

there's few things as crucial
to the success of a train

as a skilled wheelwright.

You hadn't come by Noland's.

We intend to leave
in a matter of days.

How many wagons?

Eighteen.

I've hired a pilot
named Josiah Bell.

He ran with Fitzpatrick,

trapping beaver, fighting Indians.

He's been everywhere.
He's got two scouts with him.

Including the others,
we have 22 armed men.

Oh, yeah?

Horses or oxen?

Horses and mules.

Think those wheels
can handle the trail?

I expect so. They're iron tires.
Two and a half inches bolted.

Well, that's a substantial wagon.

Conestoga, we call it.

Well-seasoned wood,
falling tongues, well-steeled skeins.

What about extra axles?

Can't do without 'em.

Tires buckle, wagon tongues snap,
front axles fail.

Lower half of the wagon, that's where
all your problems are. The running gear.

We can sure use folks like you
on this journey.

I've got a part-time coopersmith
and half-assed wainwright.

But no wheelwrights.

Well, we sure would love
to come, only...

...we don't have $80.

- I'll loan you.
- Won't be indebted either.

Then what?

Well, you pay for the extra axles,

spokes and tongues
and heavy equipment.

Me and Jethro's labor for the journey
will come to about $80.

I reckon.
Don't you figure, Jethro?

Right about 80, brother.

Yes, sir.

And so the Wheeler party
rolled out of Independence,

headin' west-northwest
on Hoxie's train.

Wagon master Hoxie was
a regular Napoleon of the plains.

Wanted everybody
to call him "Captain"

even though he'd never been
near a uniform.

His hired pilot was a frontiersman
by the name of Josiah Bell.

And there were two scouts,
Meeks and Skate.

Bonnets.

I'd seen their kind before:

rough-hewn boys, chawbacons.

Come west not for adventure
or riches or exploration,

but for women and whiskey.

And God only knows
what they were running from.

With us was Hobbs, a German preacher
who claimed also to be a doctor.

He led us in prayer
when we departed Independence,

asking the Lord's guidance
and protection from disease,

accidents, beasts of prey
and wild heathens.

When he said the last, he was staring
straight at Thunder Heart Woman.

She didn't pay him no mind.

Form up the wagons,
tight as possible.

Form 'em up

You hear that?
Tighten up!

Tighten up!

Up here.

My God, Rachel. How many
do you think there are?

Too many to count,
I'll tell you that.

They're beautiful.

I can feel their breath.

Our first sighting of a buffalo herd
was a memorable moment for all.

I'd seen it before,
but I was still in awe...

...sheer, dumbstruck, awe.

Why'd you have to do that?

It's meat, ma'am.
You got something against meat?

What'd we bring cattle for, then?

Killin' them saves cattle
for the journey.

Believe it or not, there'll be spots
where game is scarce.

Even buffalo.

What's that?

Wolves.

Mountain men, wolves and buzzards.

A regular jamboree
of like-minded idiots.

Why don't you pretty ladies

go on and collect chips for us.

Chips?

Buffalo chips were prairie's fuel,
oil of the plains.

Fuel for the campfire,
manna from the bison.

Fast and plenty.
But somebody had to gather them.

Here. Put them in here.

- What's your name?
- Marquis Jones, from Illinois.

How many of these
do they expect us to collect?

That greasy-looking pig
said as many as we could.

We'll show him.

Ready to circle.

Circle 'em up, my friends.

The wolves today,

it was bad sign.

And these people
you have chosen to lead us,

they are bad sign.

We should go back.

Tomorrow.

These people don't believe
in magic or sign.

Do you?

I can't get these people
to turn back now.

- You will not try?
- No, I won't.

The sentinels awakened
the train at four o'clock.

By 5:00am, the animals were
rounded up for the morning trek.

Breakfast was from 6:00 to 7:00,

and at 7:00 precisely
the signal was given to advance.

Forward!

Teams were rotated daily,

so that the wagons
in the vanguard one day

would be in the extreme rear the next

and work their way up the column
day by day.

Being in the tail of the column
was always worst,

due to the dust kicked up
by the wagons.

Captain Hoxie wanted things organized,

"for the welfare of all
the overlanders" he'd say.

Wherever you were bound, there was
one golden rule for the pioneers:

follow the river.

Big rock right here!

Pick it up! Pick it up!

That's it! Keep it moving!
That's it!

Keep 'em on the angle there.
Keep 'em on the angle.

Let the hold-rope pull you, Jethro,
on the angle.

On the angle, I know.
You told me a dozen times.

Easy now!

Stay on the oblique, Preacher!
Watch the current!

Somebody!

Oh, God!

Help! Get them!

Help!

Leah!

Leah fell in the water!

Stay with the wagon!

She can't swim!

Neither can you!

Do you see her?

Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho.

Leah!

Where is she?

You see her?

No!

You were to cross at the angle
with everybody else,

to wait for the hold-ropes!

But, no, you wouldn't listen!

Those are grounds to cut you off,
Preacher, and leave you here!

Damn it, Captain Hoxie!

That's enough now.
Leave it.

God, in His greatness,

in His mysterious workings,

has taken this child from us.

We weep for her...

...and her family,

and we know that God
weeps with us.

Though we know not why,

we thank Thee, God,
for Thy blessings

and pray that you
will protect this child.

Show us Thy will.

Let Thy mercy rest on us.

Amen.

- Amen.
- Amen.

I've had enough
of this wagon train.

- I want to go back, Jacob.
- Me too.

Back to Missouri. Ya hear?

We're all sick of it!
The women, anyway! Take us back!

Miss Rachel?

Just wanted to say how...

...how sorry I am
about your sister.

Thank you, Mr. Ebbets.

You can call me James.
Or Jim even.

Jim.

I hope it's not the case that you're
planning on going back, Miss Rachel.

'Cause I sure do enjoy the sight
of you here on this train.

Your presence...

- ...it pleases me.
- My presence?

The sight of me?

I'd give anything
to feel like a woman again.

Clean hair, smooth skin.

Wearing my Sunday best.

Maybe go on a picnic.

That's as much prairie
as I'd ever want to see again.

And then right back home

to a place that doesn't weave and roll
to the sway of the land.

Something fixed and permanent.

A place to rest.

Leah's resting now.

She's the lucky one.

Storm's a-comin'!

We'd better take shelter
in that cover up ahead.

Trees are getting scarce.
We gotta grab the ones we've got.

Can we not obtain
a few more miles?

Last thing you want
in the wide open is a storm.

He's right, Captain Hoxie.

Follow me! Take cover!

The trees!

Keep 'em in the circle!
Don't let them run!

My God!
Take cover from the storm.

You're all right. Careful.

Women and children,
under the wagons!

Hang on to it!
Don't let it go!

We gotta get out of the wagon!
Take the baby!

I got the baby!

Hurry, Jacob!
Get them out of there!

Come on. Underneath.

Let's go.

Get underneath!
Everybody, underneath!

- Come on!
- No!

- No! No! I'm not going!
- Yeah, you are!

- Naomi!
- Kill me!

Please, God!
Hit me with a lightning bolt!

- Come back here!
- Leave me be!

I wanna die!

You!

I got her, Skate! Thanks!

No!

Cattle stomped my boy.

Ran right over him.

Bring 'em on through, boys.

Come on, boys! Pull hard!
Up!

Heave!

All our corn and meal ruined!

Might as well dump it.

Everybody!

We are ready now.

You didn't want to die last night,
did you, Miss Naomi?

I don't know, Skate.

You're the one came riding after me.
I guess you thought so.

I'm glad you didn't.

Woman like you has got
too much life ahead of her.

Good life.

Get in the wagon.

I won't leave my baby behind!

I want to stay with him.

Please, let me stay with him.

Why did you bring us here?

What kind of life is this?

"Betterin' ourselves."
Is that what this is?

Why can't a nigger
just know his place?

Why can't a man just know?

We will come back and visit him.

And place flowers.

When? How? I could
never find this place!

I could find it for you, ma'am.

Anytime you want, I'll bring you
back here, you can visit your boy.

Would you really?

Anytime.

Will you dance with me,
Miss Rachel?

No.

Let's just walk for a bit.

Nice moon tonight, isn't it?

Nice enough.

I'd heard so much about the West.
I couldn't wait to give it a gander.

Would you ever consider
getting married someday?

Yes, someday, I imagine.

Wouldn't you?

That's why I asked.

What do you mean?

Would you marry me?

Now?

Well, not right this minute.

Maybe in a couple of days,
when time permits.

I know you don't know much
about me, but...

...we'll have opportunity for that.

When we get to California,
I intend to farm.

And I'll build you a proper house.

Heard the grass is so good,
you don't need to put up hay.

All right, then.

I'll marry you.

That went easier than I thought.

Come now.
We're almost to the summit.

Get out of the way.

Come on!

And now with the power

granted by
the great Creator himself,

I hereby pronounce you
man and wife.

Yes! Excellent!
Well done!

Good job!

Who's next?

- You have a ring?
- Yes, sir, I do.

Very well.

I need your Christian name, Skate.

Alfred Bertram Guthrie, Junior.

Folks got married, people died,
babies were born.

It was the wheel of life.

Something about the plains
made people cling to one another

and leave the grief behind.

Hell, grief was a luxury
none of us could afford.

We had to move on.

Toil and drive, plod and push,
just keep moving.

And when a wedding happened,
we'd all celebrate.

"Shivaree," we called it.

All right, steady.

Look out below!

He's not like your son, Mr. Harper!

Rachel! Look out!

Rachel. You just lie still.

Hush now. Just lie still.

Hush now.

Stop!

Can't you see
that she's in agony?!

It's a compound fracture.

I can dress it
as best as I can,

but it's bad.

Two, Preacher.

She can't sleep, Jacob.

Says there's something
crawlin' in there.

Crawling where?

Rachel, Jacob and the preacher
are here.

- Jim?
- Just lie back.

Try and get some rest.

Gangrene has set in.

- What about surgery?
- You mean amputate?

You've been claiming
you're a doctor.

- Can she be saved?
- I don't believe so.

- It's spread too far.
- Try!

There's no point.
She's suffered long enough.

So we just let her die.

- She's my wife!
- She's my cousin!

Shouldn't we leave this to her?

It's her leg, her body.

Here.

Laudanum. It's not much,
but it's all I've got.

You better take it.

You're gonna be all right, Rachel.

We're gonna fix you up.

Bite down hard.

All right, then.

It took an hour and a half
for him to hack through the bone...

...but by that point
Rachel had died.

Seeking answers, as wise men do,

Dog Star traveled to Paha Sapa,
the heart of all things.

A place where men
prayed for visions.

There he found his brother,
Loved by the Buffalo,

and was overjoyed to see him.

Captain Hoxie!

Hold the wagons!

- Hold 'em up!
- Skate, stay with them.

That's the cholera if ever I seen it.

Preacher?

She had bowel trouble?

Why didn't you say anything?

I was hoping it would pass.

You tell him, Preacher.

That's the dread cholera.

As far as this hoss is concerned,
all bets are off.

You'd better call a council, Captain.

Our thoughts and prayers

are with Mr. Jones
and his daughter.

Cholera was the most
feared disease on the trail,

folks not knowing what brought it on,
bad air, bad water, fever.

It killed indiscriminately,

and the only response
at the time was quarantine.

Our rear guard will remain behind.

We will await your return...

...with open arms.

The wagons that had no contact
with the dead woman would leave,

while the remainder would stay behind
for a spell before going their own way.

We wish you good health.

And Godspeed.

To the wagons.

To the wagons.

Naomi, who'd been up front
with her new husband,

bid us farewell,
and no one blamed her.

We were left to fend for ourselves
and wait to see

who among us might be
the next to become infected.

What are you doing?

Gonna separate him from us,
see to him. It's all I know to do.

Your family's here.

You are the reason
we are here, why we came!

She's right. Let me be.

If I get sick, you'll be
better off without me.

But you are not sick. He is.

I'll know if I am soon enough.

With cholera, if it don't get you in the
first day, chances are you'll recover.

What if you do not?
What do we do?

Boil your water before you drink it.

Go without me.
Catch up to the others.

They will not take us back.

Then go on your own.
Find your own people.

Is that why you brought me out here?
To find my own people?

- What about your children?
- What do you want from me?

I want my husband!

Leave me be, Jacob.

Go to the others.

Nope. I lost Rachel.

I lost Leah.

I ain't losin' no more.

Should have left them
back in Virginia.

They didn't exactly give you a choice.

I've always been
envious of you, brother.

You always had that spark,

that sense of adventure.

I always wished
I could be like that.

Like you.

You are like me, Jethro.

That's the nicest thing
you could say to me.

We're gonna be living
in the West together,

with farms beside one another.

You're gonna be raisin'
a family... next to mine.

Jacob?

Jacob!

Jacob...

How is he?

Better.

Honest.

Can you stand up?

You all right?

- What about everybody else?
- Good.

We have been boiling our water.

Catch up with the others. The way
I figure it, they're a day ahead.

I'll go ahead alone,
get them to slow up,

then come back for you.

Fought 'em hard, didn't you, Skate?

Bet you killed
more than your share of them.

Is it 'cause they took Naomi?

Come on, Jacob! Come on!

Did you find them?

Wiped out.

Now they want us.

They're Cheyenne.
I don't understand why.

The disease. Cholera. By killing us,
it will not spread to them.

They gonna come or what?

Maybe they want to frighten us.

With each circle, they come closer.

Get down!

Jacob!

Pull it out, Jethro.

Pull it...

Are you sick with fever?

No.

How are you called?

Naomi. Wheeler...

Guthrie. Mrs. Skate Guthrie.
He was my husband.

Your warriors killed him.

He too has lost a loved one.
Come.

You will now be called
"Five Horses."

Thank you kindly.

What is that?

Special oils.

Make Prairie Fire burn all night.

Am I to be married tonight?
Is that it?

Hey, diddle, diddle,
the cat and the fiddle

The cow jumped over the moon

Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet
eating her curds and whey

Along came a spider, sat down beside her
and frightened Miss Muffet away

Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet
eating her curds and whey

Along came a spider, sat down beside her
and frightened Miss Muffet away

...eating his pumpkin pie

Put in his thumb, pulled out a plum
and said, "Gee, what a good boy am I!"

Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
a merry old soul was he

He called for his pipe,
called for his bowl,

He called for his fiddler's three

He believes you channel
evil spirits with these rhymes.

More like keeping evil spirits away.

Old Mother Hubbard went to her cupboard
to fetch her poor dog a bone

But when she got there
the cupboard was bare

So the poor dog had none

Oh, God!
I can't take it any longer!

Stop the wagon!

- Leave me here. Leave me here.
- We will not!

I... The wagon...

I can't take the pain.
I gotta get out.

We will camp here
until you are well.

No. No.

Winter's coming.
You gotta get past the mountains.

Take the children, go with Jethro.
I'll find you.

Lord Almighty. How could you
ask me to do a thing like that?

- Abandon you?
- The trail's gonna kill me quicker

than if you leave me behind.

Here, I can rest.
I can heal up on my own terms.

Please, just leave me here.

Thank you...

...for finding me...

...for saving me...

...and for loving me.

Loving you is easy.
It always has been.

But I'll see you again.
I know it.

Jacob...

Young Margaret Light Shines,
you mind your mother.

And never forget who you are.

You're one part Lakota,
one part Virginia.

Abraham High Wolf.

Remember who you are always,

and remind your brother, Jacob.

I doubted I would make it.

I thought of grandfather Two Arrows
and grandmother Good Path,

how they had accepted death
as they had accepted life.

Now it was my turn.

I don't understand.

Hot. Fever. Yes.

I'm sorry about your child.

A gift from Wakan Tanka.

No other way to explain
my wife's brother

coming upon me like he did.

For three days,
he and his band cared for me,

and I shared the story
of my family's departure

and my mission to find them.

It hurt to trade a rifle for a horse.

But I knew I could never
catch up to my family on foot.

Winter was in the air,

and if I could not cross the Sierras,

they would be lost to me
until spring.

"Best laid plans" people call them.

Well, winter did come early.

Twenty-foot snowdrifts
closed the pass.

It's too beautiful to be real.

What is it, Mama?

Beyond that,
as far as the eye can see...

...is California.

Just as your father said.

Will Daddy ever see it?

Twinkle, twinkle, little star

How I wonder what you are

Up above the world so high

Like a diamond in the sky

Nature's unforgiving tempest
and my own wounds

conspired to defeat my purpose.

So I became a creature
of the wilderness.

Not a soul to answer to.

I trapped, I hunted,

I survived.

The mountains claimed my company
for two seasons,

and eventually...
they claimed my mind.

The eyes of my children
haunted me

because I knew their little eyes

still held hope
that they would see me again.

Sometimes I lost control
when I remembered their faces

and all the life
I wanted to live with them.

Those little eyes would always be
looking down the road for me.

Old Mother Hubbard went to her cupboard
to fetch her poor dog a bone

But when she got there,
the cupboard was bare

So her poor dog had none

After that awful second winter,

I traded pelts
for goods and animals

and headed to California
to find my family.

I inquired after them
in every mission,

every farmhouse, every town,
every stranger along the road.

I lived for the moment
when I could redeem the hope

in the eyes of my children.

But it seemed California
had just swallowed them up.

War broke out
between my country and Mexico.

While looking for my family,
I got caught up in a struggle

between the Californios
and Mexico City.

I fell in with Captain John Fremont
and his Bear-Flagged volunteers.

We saw no action to brag about,

as the hot war
was on the Texas border.

When it was over,

America had acquired Texas,
California and the Southwest.

But I lost everything.

Madam, I'm Captain Fremont,
and these are my volunteers.

We'd be much obliged if you'd
allow us to fill our canteens.

Dismount!

Welcome.

I'm the lady's husband.

- Are you the hero of Monterey?
- Some call me that.

Jacob!

Take these to the men.

Fruit, mister?

Pick me a good one.

- Say, boy.
- Yes, sir?

It's the best damn apple I ever had.
You picked me a real winner.

So I want to give you a gift
to show you my appreciation.

- Gift?
- Yeah, put that down.

It's a magic necklace.

And the magic's stronger...

...if you tell no one about it.

Tell no one?

That's right.

Thanks!

Thank you for your kindness, sir.

You're welcome.

I saw a family, a happy family.

I saw the home I had dreamed of
for all of us,

a peaceful place
with sun and rain for crops.

I saw a couple
who cared for each other

and looked after their children.

What more could a man
want for his family?

So I took my heartbreak
to the mountains.

Only they could understand
the immensity.

- Jacob?
- Yes, Mama?

Where did you get this?

One of the men gave it to me.

Which one? What did he look like?
Describe him to me.

He was... tall.

Like Uncle Jethro.

What did he say?

He liked my apple.

What's wrong, Mama?

Don't you like it?

Yes. It is precious.

Keep it.

White hide hunters
came with their long guns

and killed the buffalo,

leaving carcasses to rot
across the endless prairies.

Without its flesh and spirit
to sustain them,

the people of the Buffalo Nation
began to lose their way.

What do you want for these?

You want pistols.
Colt pistols.

Pish-tols.

For all.

By law, I'm not allowed
to sell them to Indians.

Can't help you there.
But...

Whiskey.

Whiskey.

A pint each.
How about that?

- Did you see him?
- No.

Then how do you know it was him?
It could have been anybody.

Who else could it be?

Who else but Jacob would bother?

So he's alive,
and he knows we're here.

He wishes to leave us alone.

I've asked myself why
a thousand times.

Does Jethro know?

He saw it on the boy.

It eats him inside.

I should have buried it,
kept it from him.

What are you going to do?

I have to find him.
He's my father.