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Matt over here!

Hey, Uncle Tiff, we given you up.

Oh, I don't scare myself up.

How'd you get here?

Indian brothers, and Indian.

Well, I don't ask me to tell you why.

Get my hand, boys.

Wanna tell me about it?

I'm not sure I understand it myself, Matt.

And I'm so tired.

Matt, I'm so lucky.

You're back.

Where have you been, Pale Arrow?

Out grinding corn with the women?

No, I've been preparing a song for the feast tonight.

A song of a bold young Pawnee chief who fought

so bravely against an old man and a girl.

And a dozen head of cattle without which it would be no feast?

I'll be listening for your song.

Come in, my son.

Crazy fox just left me.

It would be well if I had seen the two of you together.

You do not speak, my son.

Many thoughts trouble me.

I do not remember my white parents.

You've told me that they died in the desert when I was a small boy.

My earliest memory of you is putting me on a

horse and laughing as I tried to stay there.

It took the seven tests to become a warrior so

that I might see the light of pride in your eyes.

Now my hope is to acquire your wisdom or parents.

Yet there are many, many thoughts that trouble me.

Such times as now.

The sight of the white man's wagons we have lived here for many harvest.

Now others come to claim the land.

Bigger numbers all the time.

Soon there will not be room enough for us to live the old life.

For those who come will build and grow.

Crazy fox has fight.

Fight for our homes, our land.

But crazy fox is young, hot blooded.

The future of my people is not fighting with the white man, but living with him.

You wonder what lies behind the sound of their voices,

the smell of their campfires,the sight of their women.

These questions must be answered.

I hope you answer them for me.

I hope that you would never ask them.

But since you have, go quickly.

Find the answers and return to fulfill your destiny.

Dancing fox, how long have you been there?

No, I'm going to have to see you wash away all traces of destiny.

Never that.

You wise eagle your father, your people.

All right here in my heart never to be washed away.

Forgive me.

But I think only if there be trouble when we will face the tribe together.

And anything which even hints of delay frightens me.

Don't be frightened dancing, Father.

Today I walked through the silent shadows of the forest, dreaming of you.

Suddenly there was a chill and I, I hurried to the large

of my father to sit by the fire until the chill had passed.

Did pass quickly.

When you rode into camp my blood raced with singing and had

to run back to the forest to hide my eagerness from you.

Do you carry anything about the dancing or the songs of boasting?

I care only about you.

I care only about you.

Yeah, you'll be up in the room tomorrow morning.

You ever took that arrow head out of your shoulder so it didn't need job?

You're going to man can't get away with a thing.

I was thinking you was going to baby me right on into rock creeps.

All soldiers like you.

Take your old soldier like you to think of a thing like that.

I'm sorry about the wagon man.

Uncle Tiffany, I are grateful to you that it's ragged throughout.

It's my pleasure.

Ever since we left home I've been planning on you sitting right where you are.

We sure you knew how I felt.

I just want to put it in the words.

Hebar!

Rock creep by tomorrow afternoon.

Ladies and l have a chance to stretch.

Get some store by and down.

I don't know about the buying, but it'll be good to do some looking.

Get your fill of it.

They tell me it's a mighty lonesome stretch between rock creep and foot backstab.

I left wheel back at the wagon with the kids.

Turn him loose might take all of us to get him back.

All right, ladies go to your shop.

And remember, no dress might do us more than the handle for an act.

We pull our money and we're going to let Mr. Priest to do the bargain.

He'll announce that storekeeper if he never made a name Yankee.

He's looking forward to this.

It's my boy.

I'm Matt.

Doc?

Uncle Cip.

Can I talk to you?

Sure.

Clemson, what is it?

When you took me on a scout back in Ohio, remember

I said I might not be able to go all the way.

Remember anything like that, Matt?

It could have been.

I was real busy back there.

What made you think of it now?

Well, let's hear rock creep as the end of the line for me.

You mean your quickness?

I mean, this is as far as I go.

You matter, Clemson.

Lonely?

Unhappy?

Underpaid?

No.

Well, I'm inquiring around.

And from here to Fort Baxter, it gets real tight like it.

You knew that before we left Ohio.

The Indians were quiet then.

But now, after what happened to the old and wagon the other day,

it looks like even the ponies are getting fidgety.

But this cavalry at Fort Baxter,

there's enough to protect you after you get there.

But getting there is something else.

We, guys, rifles, know how to use them.

Me and no typical who made to come say say, Uncle?

Well, compenal tribes, there's more Indians between here

and Fort Baxter than to come say ever dreamed of.

And if they all decide to blow up at one time,

they haven't yet, have they?

Commanches, giants, youths,black feet have been rumored.

We're sure they're going to stay here.

We started out for Fort Baxter territory, and that's where we're going.

How much you got coming?

I'll leave that up to you, gentlemen.

But our deal was for $100 gold.

Anything near that figure is reasonable enough.

$85 and gold.

Fair enough?

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Good luck.

Now hold it, B, gentlemen.

A little something to settle the trail, dast.

And a scout or spare up some more.

Can you introduce this to both articles?

First one's not a problem.

Second might take a little, Dylan.

Bennett, beat these gents.

They're looking for a scout.

Well, they can start looking right now.

Where they heading?

Fort Baxter.

These gents want a guide to Fort Baxter.

There are women and children on our wagon train.

We can't stay here.

We won't go back.

Well, step up somebody.

Sign on.

You mean to say there's nobody willing to show us the weight of the fort?

I'm willing.

Name is Pledge.

Tip all the number chip there, everybody.

Magdalene.

Doc Morgan.

John Rooster.

Hunter.

Front name.

Paul.

You heard our guide, Quith.

I heard.

You tell it right?

Partly.

Wrong about the ponies.

We lost a wagon to him a few days ago.

I heard that mentioned, too.

He's still thinking he can get us to Fort Baxter.

My way?

Your way is different.

Longer but safer.

You watch for him?

Simpson, all he's talking about.

Point is, we don't take you who we got.

On your own horses?

Full equipped.

Keep myself.

How much one for the job?

Whatever, it's worth.

Hey, when we get there.

It's fair enough.

You sound mighty confident.

We'll make it.

When do you want to pull out?

Tomorrow's Senate.

The ladies are ready.

Say, let's go round up the ladies.

Thanks, bartender.

Where are you from, legend?

Downey.

How's West?

Something familiar about you?

You may see me somewhere before.

Never been used to the big money.

Are these the lady teamsters we've been riding with all these weeks?

Ladies, you're beautiful.

Martha.

Martha.

What kept you, gentlemen?

We were just about ready to start walking.

Wait, these men have been looking at us.

This is Sally Hirsch.

Clemson, quit on us.

He's been throwing the two for weeks.

What about a guide?

Found us a new one.

Fletcher here is a great take.

It's all the way to Fort Baxter.

This is Carter.

This is Brewster.

Megalman.

Poor Fletcher.

Ladies.

Let's go back to the wagon train

and serenade these beautiful ladies in a style to fit.

Ha, ha, ha.

How Fletcher is it?

Yes, ma'am.

You're an excuse now.

I'll go see you about my ponies.

Swing your partner, swing them all.

An element left for the old left hand.

All right, the left for an element round.

Swing your girl up for the little girl Swing that girl up for the little girl.

Swing that girl up for the little girl.

Swing that girl up for the little girl.

Swing that girl up for the little girl.

Swing that girl up for the little girl.

My other having seen your eyes shine like that since we left home.

I know, John.

I've been just bone tired and puny ready to give up.

Must be my dress.

I feel as if we'll make it now.

Don't you?

Oh, we'll make it, honey.

We got to make it.

An element left for the old left hand.

And the right to the left to an element round.

Now, swing that girl up for the little girl.

Now, just to center for the star.

Old promenade, old promenade,old promenade, old promenade, old.

Come on in.

Didn't see you dancing tonight, young fella.

Don't know much about it.

Me neither.

I go dancing.

And I got a headlight.

It's the room to stop an Holly.

Helps.

And thinking about this afternoon,

I wondered what that old room was.

Clemson so spooked up about the dangers

between here and Fort Baxter.

Being somebody's been priming him.

Could have happened that way.

Were you talking to him?

Come to think of it, I was.

You'll be the rest of it.

I'm fine.

Really fine.

Every time it gets bad, I think about my new dress back there in the trunk.

You're hard to believe that danger might come charging around the next two.

Hope nothing we said last night makes you think it can't.

Oh, no, I haven't just crowned you a little.

I'm old.

Not blind.

This kind of country would help some if you stagger the wagons.

Into the wind.

Each wagon has to break its own trail.

Rather eat dust.

Changed around.

The back went up front every day.

And the last could be first.

On a mile the other sat at that block.

Good water and plenty of trees.

We had them south.

Some.

Well, right point of, I'm not back in 30 minutes.

All the training I'm looking for me.

What's crazy Fox doing so far away from the Pawnee Village?

Why is Pale Hour holding a white man's gun on his brother?

Why is a Pawnee ward chief slinking through the grass like a coyote?

Because you would not believe that Pale Hour has become a servant of the whites.

Now he is sure.

Yesterday I followed.

Last night I watched.

Today I am sure.

I would not have held a gun at your back.

Showers that trust we have in each other.

Right back to why is he going to tell him you saw me.

And I'm well.

Did it get the skyline?

It carries a message.

What kind of message?

This wagon train is under the protection of why is he going to see for the Pawneys.

Where is why is he going?

Gone to counsel with the chiefs of the northern tribe.

That means war.

Not for the Pawneys.

Maybe why is he going to change his mind when

I tell him what has happened to Pale Hour?

My father sent Pale Hour to learn the heart of the white man.

Did he send him to guide a wagon train across Pawnee lands?

A wagon train with women and children?

With a certain woman that Pale Hour walks beside?

Why do you wait for him dancing farm?

Because why is he going to favors him?

When you and Pale Hour and I grew together as children.

I ran the swiftest.

I fought the hardest.

I hunted the riches to furs, all for you.

Pale Hour did all these things too.

Now he turns his back on us.

Now he rides with the whites.

Because he is white.

Because there's a gentleness within him.

What need of gentleness is there an Pawnee war chief?

Why is Eagle hoped that you and Pale Hour would rule our people together?

Each supplying with the other land.

I'll act nothing but you to make me the

greatest chief the Pawnee nation has ever known.

You, the Princess daughter of wise Eagle, who should be standing by my side.

Look at you, broadly in the ashes of a dead fire.

The fire is not dead.

Pale Hour will return.

Pale Hour will not return.

I should grab you by the hair and take you to my tent.

Even there I would be long completed, Pale Hour.

Live a lot longer, Matt.

If you let a man know you're coming into his camp.

The hearing's right sensitive.

Wagon train scout needs good ears and good eyes.

And a wagon train boss needs to know everything

there is about the people working for him.

What are I not a man given the carefully chosen words I feel like?

And don't start now, Matt.

What's on your mind?

Where you come from?

What you were doing in Rock Creek?

Why did you stop me from killing that Indian this afternoon?

And why did you say that this wagon train was under

the protection of wise Eagle, the Pawnee chief?

Now that's fair enough.

Let round these parts most of my life.

That answers your first question.

Now if you'd killed that young brave this afternoon, you'd have

started a war between this wagon train and the whole Pawnee nation.

It's for my saying that this wagon train travels under the

protection of wise Eagle, I said that because it's true.

Anything else you want to know, Matt?

You forgot to say what you were doing in Rock Creek.

I didn't forget it.

It just didn't figure it needed answers.

I won't press you, let you.

But remember one thing.

My job is to get this wagon train safely through the fort-backst.

If you help me, I'll see that you're well paid for.

But if I think you're not helping me, I'll kill you.

Is that clear?

Now that we understand everything, Matt, I guess

there is nothing more for us to talk about.

See you in the morning.

Yeah, there's nothing like beans and bacon.

How about we use to call it?

Same thing.

Cain, digital, same thing to hog.

Whatever you want to call it, that's the last of it.

Shoot to me, honey.

Biscuits and drippin', you'll be good.

Yeah, for the next day or two.

Then we'll be in Fresh Game Country, Pawnee Country.

But until then, I'm well fed and sassy.

Gotta check the stock.

Why don't you run along, Meg?

Me and Doc will finish up our coffee and clean up around here.

Let's bring something you want to do besides listening to us out of life each other.

Well, I thought I would run by the Brewster wagon and see how Martha is.

Sure you don't mind.

No, no, go on along, spread your wings.

Have a fine young woman.

There I had well-formed strongborn.

Big hearted.

Heartless.

Love.

Just too far I'm handling her, right?

I never heard anybody look after before.

But with my own brother, Jess, and his wife up and dying like they did.

Well, I just figured it was up to me.

Right, and easy ran on her.

Be ready to pick up her head when she stumbles.

Rest of it depends on things that can't help anyway.

Hey, that shoulder ears bother you anymore?

No, no.

Can you use it as good as ever?

Thanks to the lever cut out that area, Ed.

That part bothered me.

I moved light and free, Miss Meg.

I was just on my way from the Brewster wagon.

I didn't want to disturb you if you were busy.

I was the Brewster woman.

If your body were only as strong as her will.

Strange medicine woman.

Mrs. Brewster fighting to have one child.

Mrs. Carter has five, could have five more.

Still be laughing.

Meg, your name.

What does it mean?

I'm not sure it means anything.

Margaret, Maggie, Meg.

It's just a name.

Name should tell about people.

Like iron horse running bear.

Crazy fox.

Why is eagle?

Oh, butcher.

What does it mean?

Just a name.

Do you stay by yourself so much because you prefer it?

Or do you feel strange among these people?

Some of both, I guess.

We'd be very happy to have you join us at night.

Uncle Tip, Dr. Morgan.

Matt Delaney.

Matt Delaney.

It's his wagon we ride.

You, his woman.

I expect an honest answer to a straight question.

Between you and me,there's something I would

not pursue if you belong to another man.

Now tell me, are you his woman?

In his mind?

Never occurred to me, Doc, that Indians have history all their own.

Battles and heroes and the life.

Indians to me was always a friend, just Indians.

They are a people, Uncle Tip.

Very proud people with rigid laws of morality and conduct.

And tribes band together to form nations.

But they're more like people.

They develop hatred among themselves.

They ever stop fighting each other and combine against this.

We better find a back way out.

And that has our stuff.

Pretty good shape.

You harness swords with a pattern war off.

Even a few hoofs.

I've been thinking about pulling the shoes on the tender-footed horses.

Well, it might help. Indian ponies aren't shot.

And Indian ponies raise that way.

Don't think it's hurt or I start anyway while they're going as easy.

But feet might get tender.

You'd have trouble getting shoes back on them when the going got rough.

I'll think on it.

Where's Meg?

She went over to Bruce's wagon a little while ago.

She came from that direction, I didn't see.

Maybe she stopped off.

There she is.

Ain't she pretty coming out of those trees?

I think.

We came by the Bruce's wagon.

I didn't see it.

We started a beautiful night and I thought I'd take a walk.

If you'd told me you're in a walking mode.

It's a shame the way's such a pretty woman.

Sometimes I wonder if we didn't make a mistake not getting married before we left.

Or at least in one of the towns we stopped at.

We didn't make a mistake, Matt.

Lawson, a wagon train like this takes a lot of time.

Man's got a crowd as cotton.

You still feel the same.

I still feel the same.

Meg, a lot of things can happen between here for it backstay.

But remember, there isn't anything I wouldn't do to see you get this safe.

I know that, Matt.

That's one thing I'm sure of.

Too far away to make sure what you hit.

It's all good meat.

Something's better, no?

Shoot for me or you'll run them in the wrong direction.

How do we handle this, Fletcher?

I'll work up behind the herd and head them this way.

When they start running, we ride right in a moxtamant, pick out the young ones.

How do we tell the young ones?

They'll be running the fastest.

Buffalo!

Face meat!

Buffalo!

Buffalo, face meat!

Do you hear that Martha?

We'll have some nice hot broth for you tonight.

Never knew for you to be so good.

I'm trying to figure out what tastes like.

Not venison, beef.

That's a melt steak once.

Doesn't taste like can.

How about you Uncle Tiff?

What does it taste like to you?

Buffalo!

You'll never taste it Buffalo on the street before.

Maybe not, but I ever eat it again, I'll recognize.

How about one more little piece just rounded out, Meg?

Uncle Tiff, you won't be able to run.

I'll never figure it on the walk. I'm a riding man.

I'll put a little biscuit on the side with plenty of drippin' things.

Don't be new.

Can you come in? Who I am?

I'm a Buffalo!

That's careful.

Oh!

Damn it.

Evening?

Evening?

You know, this mighty friend of yours, folks.

I've been a hanker in front of a company.

A company like you, that is.

You had enough of the other, eh?

Yes, sir.

Things are gettin' mighty hairy up north of here.

The engines are open in the heart.

Yeah, welcome to join us.

We had it before it backstaffed.

No. Thanks a lot, you know.

I'm headin' in the opposite direction.

Got myself a wagon, rollin' buffalo hides.

I'm wanna get on with them.

Never hear a wise eagle.

Pointy big chief.

Here's the man that's holding up this engine to save.

Anything ever happens to wise eagle.

Well, it's just gonna be...

Finally put the kettle on.

And then there's a junky,what they're called, crazy fox.

He's a fool in the mouth, waiting to beat those four drums.

Sorry to see you go.

Can't you stay the morning?

No.

I sleep on the wagon seat.

And the jewels load the way home.

Goodbye, all.

Thanks a lot.

Bye.

Bye, Lily.

Nathan.

Paul.

I knew it.

I knew it.

I knew it.

The new horse.

Did you were the Indian that played Uncle Tiffany?

Of course.

Why should I be here?

Remember holding you in my arms as you fought me.

I wanted to hold you again.

And you're not an Indian.

No.

Do you only allow yourself to be held by Indians?

I'll be glad to paint up for you.

No.

I'm very happy about that.

I was afraid you weren't you.

And I was worrying about the way I was feeling.

Because you were somebody else.

Come on.

Tell me about how you were feeling.

Do I have to?

No.

No.

I should do the talking.

Except I don't know how.

You've been doing very well.

Why didn't you talk to Nathan at the creed?

I lived with a pawnie ever since I was a small boy.

Raised as an Indian up until the moment I found you in my arms.

I was content to have it that way.

Then what had been my life was turned upside down.

I didn't know what to do about it.

Until a very wise man told me to go find you.

Why is he gone?

Yes.

I know very little about your manners and traditions.

Yet I've heard of a very delightful custom that

does away with many words at a time like this.

There is such a thing.

Listen to me.

Listen with your heart and mind.

That arrow was meant for me.

It's a colon.

It's a colon I can't ignore.

I'll try to be back by sunrise.

If I'm not, tell Matt to keep moving in the direction he's headed south.

Do you understand that?

Don't try to cross deeper in the pony country until I do back.

I hear what you're saying,but I don't understand any of it.

And they are on the call.

And why must you go?

Why can't we talk to Uncle Tim?

You should tell Matt yourself.

It's a wagon train in danger.

There are a hundred things I should know.

Later I'm sorry.

There's no time now.

Later I'll be back to reason.

It's a mightful custom.

It's all mixed up to me.

He's the Indian that saved Mag and Uncle Tim's life.

Yet he's a white man.

He's guiding us to Fort Baxter.

Yet he runs away when someone shoots an arrow at him.

He didn't run away.

It's important that we do exactly as he said.

When we left home, we decided that anything that affected all of us.

would be settled by the vote of the majority.

It seems we're in that position right now.

Fort Baxter is 60 miles from here.

Do West.

We've been doing about 12 miles a day.

Lessening weight and pushing the teams we can do 20.

That's three days smack dab through Pony territory, driving blind.

Or we can go south, scurrying the Pony territory until we feel it safe.

And then hit for the fort.

How long would that be?

Who knows?

Three days, maybe a month.

I've got a wife in my wagon.

Mighty sick wife.

But we've been happy tonight.

Happy in the feeling that she'll be able to reach Fort Baxter.

She'll strengthen for the fresh meat we had.

She'll die if we don't get going.

I vote West.

How long can Martha Brewster hold up, Doc?

The baby is doing a week.

It's got to be someplace where I can get professional help at that time.

Or be a choice between her and the baby.

Then I vote West.

Uncle Tip.

Think you're wrong.

It's 40 of us here.

Counting women and children.

Sensible thing is to go south and save all the lives you can.

Be it a recognition,no time to be sensible.

I vote West.

West. West.

Then it's West.

West.

Come from.

Control on from the back.

You got room for passenger.

Always the aboard.

I've been taken.

You too.

Remember, Oby Delks,a buffalo under talking.

I remember him talking.

I don't recall much he said to him.

I recall one thing.

I was talking about why he's ego.

He mentioned something about quite chief of the ponies.

Pale arrow.

That's why you went gardening.

They're going to help us getting the Ford back to you when I hear.

Maybe.

Got some books back in my trunk.

I looked up Flutcher.

He's one of deals and bows and arrows.

Paul.

Paul Flutcher.

Pale arrow.

That mean he'll know we're not going south?

You should know.

Everybody else does.

We came back from a council of chiefs.

Bear pain.

Yesterday it was worse.

I wrote to get you and today is dead.

That was you I followed last night.

It was you who shot the arrow.

I shot the arrow.

I saw you.

I could explain what you saw dancing, Barnett.

With wise equals death you are now our chief.

That is what my father always wanted.

That is enough for me.

In a few days you will go before the council and

take your place as head of the Pawnee Nation.

You will lead my people in peace.

Then perhaps someday I will forget what my eyes saw.

A week ago that's what I would have done dancing fun.

But today that is no longer possible.

I no longer belong here with the Pawnee's.

I belong somewhere else.

I belong with my own people.

His best wise eagle died never knowing his

favorite son would turn his back on the Pawnee's.

Go quickly to those you now belong to him.

And I pray pale arrow they never make you regret your decision.

Fucking Martha Bruce to take.

And as a streamer we can get a few hours rest.

Here's how I size it up.

We have cold Turkey stretched out like this.

It's time for a night camp.

Let's pick out a campsite that will give us a chance of defense.

Then one rest up and wait.

After dark we'll send a man to Fort Baxter for help.

The Pawnee's attack will do our best.

What do you think, old soldier?

And begin to feel awful conspicuous.

She's waiting.

Great hall, John. Welcome news, Matt.

How soon, Matt?

In minutes.

Likely placed up ahead.

Good.

That will give us a chance to hear from Paul Futcher.

Not counting on it too much.

He's liable to be up on one of those hills watching us right now.

Go.

But you're wrong, Matt.

Paul isn't responsible for what happened here tonight.

I can't believe it. I won't believe it.

Meghani can't just see everything he did was part of his plan.

He took off his heat and wall paint and dressed as a white man.

Then he agreed to scout for us so he could lead us into a trap.

You have no right to say that.

I saw him save my uncle, tips life.

I talked to him.

He took good and honest men.

And I'll never believe anything else.

That arrow the other night.

Do you know what it really meant?

It was a signal telling him that everything was set.

That it was time for him to leave us and rejoin the Pawnees.

Right now he's out there with him.

I only hope and pray that someday our paths meet again.

I've been looking for you, Meg.

I'm going to go see whether you can help Dr. Nadees over there with Mrs. Brewster.

Man, I checked all the way again, Matt.

More and a half of him can be fixed.

We'll strip the useless ones and use the parts to get the others moving.

How long do you figure it'll take to get them moving?

A couple of days. We're lucky.

If we get the Indians,we'll attack again tonight.

And here we can tell.

I'm Big Boy.

Sorry about Martha.

The excitement that last children too much for her.

I understand, Doc.

I appreciate what everybody's done.

There's one other thing.

There's a bright dress in that trunk.

You ladies spotted that day in Rock Creek.

Martha looked mighty pretty in it.

I think she'd like to have it on.

She'll have it.

Thank you.

Any bright Martha?

Any dry?

You didn't have it because it was the Lord's will.

You were murdered, sweetheart.

You were murdered by Paul Fletcher and his Pawnee savages.

But I swear on your grave.

If I see him again, I'll kill him.

I swear to you, I'll kill him.

Better go on back to your wagon and get some rest, John.

She wanted to live and raise her son, yep.

She would have, but Paul Fletcher hadn't helped kill her.

Why'd he do it?

What did Martha ever do to him?

It's my job, John. I chose. Put it on the way.

Because of you, we buried 15 of our people.

If I had anything to do with this,you think I'd be back here now?

Get a rope.

Wait.

Listen to me.

Please listen.

I believe Paul Fletcher's innocent.

Believe he's telling the truth.

If he were guilty, would he be here now?

Back to your wagon, Meg. That's an order.

Hold it.

It might be a good idea to listen to Meg.

And any of us here, honestly,take a note on the Bible.

Fletcher hears you're responsible for what happened.

Get out of camp and stay out.

Fletcher.

You saved my life once.

Now I have even the score.

I feel like Matt does.

If I see you around camp,Matt won't have to kill you.

Because I'll have done it for him.

Now get out of here before I start remembering those 15 fine people we buried.

You're still heading the wrong direction, Tip.

What is happened to you ponies?

That you would let crazy folks attack and burn a wagon train at night.

Why are the young men in war pain instead of mourning?

As all respect for the great ones of the Pontian

nation been thrown aside because of one man's ambition?

Or the other wise men of this council?

Victory, standing bearer,higher in heart, great horse, brave

warriors who have consoled the Pontian through many seasons.

They gone with wise eagle, and in the same way.

Be here for this white man's talk.

The scout brings word of the big war council.

Tribes of the North beat at River Rock to once and forever wipe out all whites.

Where there are 10, there will be hundreds.

And where there are hundreds of Pawnee cannot live.

Pay our own lives.

It's hardest with the wagon train.

Why we sit here listening to him?

Our land is disfoiled and our hunting rod laid to waste.

Let us show our brothers of the North that we too can fight.

Right, Pawnee Gees.

Straight now or forever,be slaves of the white man.

That is the Venus of the North.

Don't follow crazy parts and destroy you and your nation.

Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead, go ahead.

Don't you sound neat, Meg?

Thanks Uncle Tiape, I'm not hungry.

Yeah, I can understand that. That's happened to me a lot of times.

Never worried much about it, don't, because I always knew why I wasn't hungry.

You?

I'm all mixed up, but...

And it's why I'm talking about how this is a good idea.

Well, I just can't believe that Paul is... ...as responsible for all this.

I love him.

I think I fell in love with him when I first saw him.

He's everything I've always wanted.

Love is a funny thing, Big.

Sometimes folks make the mistake of thinking it's forever.

And all the time it's just a fancy-passing notion.

I was smacked made you feel like Paul Fletcher does.

Fletcher was half as decent a man.

You saved his life. You must believe in him too.

Or I guess how much he meant to you?

Do you agree with Matt's idea of Paul?

Hey, how much closer do you agree with Matt than I am with you?

I do.

That's where it is, honey.

In time, I think you'll agree, too.

Thanks, uponus.

I've heard of squad torture now. I've seen it here.

You've seen nothing till they stop dancing.

I meant to close my eyes and ears,but I opened my eyes and saw them all.

I remembered that it was to be the moon of our beautiful.

How are you certain that the colonies enjoying forces with the six northern tribes?

Look, Colonel, you've got to believe me.

You must trust me.

Every second loss can mean the difference between victory and defeat.

They're meeting at River Rock.

Unless you can surprise them on open ground, you don't have a chance.

I'm overrun this port and wipe out rock creek.

They're not gonna stop.

They won't stop until every white man in his territory has been killed.

This is no longer an Indian skirmish, Colonel.

This is a battle for survival.

What you say is difficult to believe.

Only last week, white eagle promised us that the ponies would remain peaceful.

Why is eagle is dead?

Dead.

The ponies now follow crazy, folks.

One of the other son, white eagle,spoke about the one he called Pale Arrow.

I am that son, Colonel. I'm known as Pale Arrow.

And you'll ride with us against your people?

Not against my people, Colonel, for them.

My fight is with crazy, folks.

And as long as he lives, the blood will flow.

The wagons are ready to roll.

We leave in two hours.

I said, you know Sean Carefully.

We've been being watched.

Yes.

I've been wondering what all those smoke signals mean.

First, I thought it was a signal to attack.

Yeah, it's something else, Matt.

I don't know what.

Whatever it is they're talking about, it's more important in this wagon dream.

Every time I see a smoke signal, my stomach tells me it's spelled big trouble.

All right.

It's too blame-quiet.

It's quite before the hurricane.

Might be there waiting for us to get out in the open.

So they're gonna hit from all sides.

But I don't know, Matt.

I swear, I don't think we should pull out.

I think we should do something else.

Like what?

Well, the strikemen were out in the open.

We don't stand a chance.

We had a natural footers.

We might hold out for credit spill.

Sure.

And if we had the army with us, we might even beat him.

Now, why don't you expect to find a fortress around here?

Yeah, we might find something to give us some protection.

Maybe.

Then, I better be on my way.

See that my leaving won't exactly be a secret.

Don't wait for me more than a few hours.

All right.

Good luck.

Hey, big enough to house us all.

A far away question.

The quarter of a mile from here.

Like an answer to a prayer.

You see anything else?

Yeah.

Indian's.

Let's get moving.

Take only guns, ammunition, food and water.

What about the cattle and the wagons?

What would you rather we do, John?

Save the cattle or our lives.

I'm sorry, man.

Forget it.

Tell all the others we're moving on.

There's quite a bit of protection back.

See the whole darn valley from here.

Nothing can approach us without being seen.

We're attacked.

How long will the ammunition last?

Damn, I'm being careful.

They can never shot count.

We can hold out for quite a spell.

We don't have much water left.

Yeah, I know.

After it gets dark, I'll sneak back to the creek.

And it'd be like committing suicide.

Take a look at what's happening down there in the valley.

Don't take time to find us.

Don't make it easy by firing too soon.

And make every shot count.

Hey!

Sounds like a cover for both directions.

Uncle Chip falls right in with him.

You're right, honey.

Sure enough.

It's like they're going to make a stand for it.

They could use another gun.

I know one of them will stay here on the tip.

The Megan and the others might need your help.

I'll carry it.

Uncle Chip, more soldiers.

You're in dirt tonight, do you, honey?

The night's the sound I ever heard.

I'll try before it's too late.

Given the carefully chosen words,

I'd like to tell you that I've been a fool or stupid fool.

Shit!

Good luck, you two.

I'd like to have you nearby, man.

Why do you have a pretty country ahead?

I'm here to tell you it's pretty in California.

You riding off just like that?

Sure.

You're going to have the wagon for a wedding present.

So long.

Young lady, you and I have some talk to do.

I know very little of your manners and traditions.

Yet I've heard of a delightful custom that does...

That does away with many words that are taught by this.