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They called me mad Jack, and if there's anybody in these mountains that knows the real story of James Adams, that'd be me.

So I'm putting it down in writing just the way it happened in hopes of setting the record straight.

And my friend Adams was accused of a crime he didn't commit.

So he escaped into the mountains, leaving behind the only life that he ever knew.

Now that wilderness out there ain't no place for a green horn.

And his chances of surviving were mighty slim, where no time at all for he was beaten down, bragged, nearly stubborn.

Well, about then he come upon a grizzly bear cub all alone and helpless.

Adams knew that little critter couldn't survive without his help, so he started right down that cliff, risking his own life to save him.

Now that cub took the Adams right off.

And that was when he discovered he had a special kind of way with animals.

They just come right up to him like he was a natural part of the wilderness.

But that bear cub, he was extra special.

As he growled he became the best friend Adams ever had, and together they became a legend.

There's a world where we don't have to run anywhere. There's a time where Carl are all living free and harmony and majesty.

Take me home, take me home, take me home, take me home.

I think the mountains is about the prettiest thing a man can open his eyes to in the morning.

They work a special kind of magic on you, why?

It's no wonder that Adam's made up his mind to live out here.

I remember in the early days when he first got into the mountains.

He was all green and not known a tree from a rock.

He had himself some rough times, but he never gave up.

Built a right nice cabin too.

Settled in and got to know the land and all the animals.

That was back about the time when he first met up with young Robbie Cartman and his father.

Right down that water.

Now then you hold still.

Now let's get some soap on you.

Come on now, sit down.

Hey!

Don't run away.

I got a rich soap off you.

Alright, you rich yourself off.

What about to take a bath for yourself?

Good morning there.

Now what are you after, Bambi?

Don't get too close to that porcupine.

You're going to get a nose full of surprise.

Little morning, you little pirate.

Now what are you doing?

Come on up here and see me.

Ben could use some help.

So why don't you go for a little flight, how can you?

Well I tried to get you a little help, but he just wasn't interested.

You're just going to have to handle that porcup, you all by yourself.

Ahhh!

Thanks for.

I haven't seen any foxes here about.

Not it.

He's hurt, he probably didn't get very far.

Ben!

Ben!

Ben!

Ben, there's blood on this fox fur.

I need you to help me pick up the track, can you do that?

Go ahead.

Get back, Ben.

I don't think he's going to be taking kindly to any bear.

Hello little fella, I'm not going to hurt you.

Come on, come on, I'm not going to hurt you.

That's a good boy.

Easy, easy.

You were hit by a rifle ball.

One of somebody's just haunting her, maybe looking for me.

Let me see if that's broken.

Hang on, hang on.

It doesn't feel broken.

Alright, just take it easy.

Put a little weight on it, just a little bit.

And about a week or so you'll be just fine.

Come on.

No.

Hey, get easy, it's alright.

That's just old Ben.

You'll get used to him.

Come on, Ben.

Let's go.

Come on.

My guess is you just about ran yourself out.

Judging by the looks of these pads, another few days and little food and water and some

friends and you'll be just fine.

Ben, you just lie down and take it easy.

I kind of reckon you've had a hard time getting any food with that limp, haven't you?

Let me get you something to eat here.

Take it easy, take it easy.

This will make you feel better.

There you go.

You need a little of this.

Looks like you could use a little water.

There.

That's better now, isn't it?

You know, someone's looking for me.

I think I'd like to find him first.

I'd just feel a little safer that way.

I ain't hurt no shooting until he can't be too close.

But whoever it is, they're close enough.

Come on, Ben.

I think we'd better find that hunter before he finds us.

Hello, Fox, I'll just be fine here, then we get back.

Please, Swan!

There's somebody out there looking for us. We're gonna have to move on. You know that, don't you, Ben?

Easy, Ben. Easy?

Go around behind the tree.

Go around behind the tree.

Do all this on the cheek.

Nakoma. Nakoma.

Adams. Show that.

Let me tell you something. If you're looking for anything in these mountains, just hope you run into Nakoma.

That Indian knows every leaf on every tree. Not only that, but he knows what's hiding behind and inside of him.

What's the matter, Nakoma? What is it?

Come on, Ben. Let's go see what's wrong.

It's all burned out. There's nothing left. You got it.

Someone's been cutting trees.

The birds are leaving their nests. The animals are losing their homes.

Someone's doing a lot of damage around here. Who's responsible for these terrible things, Nakoma?

I don't understand why anybody would destroy the force like that.

This is Scott Cauding. A boy. That must be his father.

Settlers.

Pop? Want some water?

Oh, yes.

Oh, it's good.

Pa! Pa! Look, raccoon!

What's this, son?

No, Pa. Don't shoot it.

That boy's right. Don't you shoot.

You have ten seconds to state your business, Mr.

I'm just trying to be neighborly.

You folks planning on settling here?

That's what I had in mind. Is that meaningful to you?

Yeah. To mean all the animals that live in these mountains.

What do you mean?

I mean, a fox came into my camp with a rifle crease through his shoulder.

And here you are trying to shoot a helpless raccoon.

A raccoon gets into our things every night. He's a pest.

He ain't no pest.

He's just trying to be playful, is all.

That's good.

No reason to be scared. He won't hurt you. What's your name?

Robbie.

Son, put that animal down.

Our name's Carmen.

Mr. Carmen?

I don't mean you no harm.

My name's James Adams.

Where's Robbie's mother?

She's dead. Five, six months back.

Robbie.

We figured we'd make a new start, me and Robbie.

That's a good little valley.

You're lean to. Space in the wrong way.

Smoke from the fire will blow into it.

I guess you didn't notice that.

Heading right into the wind.

You turn her about and she'll be all right.

Paul, look, it's an Indian.

Give behind a tree, Robbie.

There's no need for that. That's Nakoma. He's a friend.

Nakoma? I'd like you to meet our new neighbors.

Shut up, Chief.

This is Mr. Carmen and his boy, Robbie.

I don't catch no Indians, son.

Look, why are you just...

Well, it's plain to see you've never known any Indians.

And I don't aim to.

Well, the Indians can help you. They know the ways of the forest.

I know how to use this land.

All you know how to do is ruin it. You don't know how to use it.

Keep your advice, Mr.

These mountains will feed you if you just give them a chance.

You don't have to cut nothing down or dig nothing up or kill anything.

If you live like an animal, or an Indian, we plan different and we'll feed just fine.

And you're making a mistake.

Robbie's going to grow up not knowing these mountains can be a friend.

I can raise my own son.

Well, if you ever change your mind, you need some help.

Just cross that gorge.

Half way up the other side of the mountain, that's where I live.

The one thing, don't take your rifle. That's my territory.

The animals up there are my friends.

And I'm not going to let you harm them.

Ben?

No.

Come on over here, Ben.

This is Ben.

I want you to take a good look at him. I want you to know him.

We've been together since he's a cub.

Sometimes he wanders off the mountain.

You like to pet him, Robbie?

Hannah?

Sure you can.

Get away, son. Come back here.

Aww.

Ben's like Nakoma and me. We mean you no harm.

He's a friend. It's a good thing to have in the wilderness.

Let's go home, Ben.

No.

No.

Huh?

Yes, son.

Maybe we could have a bear someday, or a keep on me.

No, son.

A wild animal is a wild animal. They're not to be trusted.

They can turn on you at any time.

Like Indians.

Whenever you see one coming, you just reach for your rifle.

Oh, Paul, Mr. Adams said...

Mr. Adams.

That man has been in the mountains for too long.

He's a hard animal.

A hard Indian himself.

Now, you get back to work, boy.

Come on. You got lots of chores to do.

Ha.

I'm going to rise from a man with a grizzly bear.

We meet again, my brother.

Do a call, I think, huh?

Ben just can't stay put in one place for very long.

Not when there's all sorts of critters out in the woods wanting to play.

Of course, some have marked exactly the playful type, like mountain lions, for instance.

Now, their idea of a good time is seeing if they can eat you at one bite.

That doesn't seem to bother Ben though. He looks on everybody just the same.

Don't matter if they're big or small, mean or friendly.

It figures if they want to play, that's fine with him.

What that mountain lion failed to understand was Ben just wanted to play.

But talking to big cougar like that down from the tree ain't no easy task.

No, sir. Sometimes you got to try something more direct like he can come down.

Although, that ain't exactly the way to make yourself a friend for life.

Ow!

Got enough play with that mountain lion?

Well, Green Horns is one thing these here mountains don't need no more of.

And young Robbie Cartman and his father were about as green as they come.

Surviving in these wild mountains is plenty different from pushing a covered wagon across Kansas.

The woods is darker, the nights are colder.

And unless you know what you're doing, you can get into a mighty tough fix.

You got to give young Robbie credit though.

At least he had enough sense to take heed of Adams's advice.

His father on the other hand was saddled with the worst possible affliction a Green Horn can have.

Mule headed stubborn.

Boy.

That's the close of Robbie.

You did well.

And I am ready for a good sleep.

Come on boy.

Let's go to bed.

Good night, son.

Good night, Paul.

Mmm, that trout smell good, man.

There's commie bones, son. They're almost done.

You know that Robbie?

He sure ain't appealing young, inn he?

I like that boy.

Ben, you did a real fine job of cooking.

They all done?

Yeah, they sure look good.

All right, sit down, Ben.

Go on over and sit down.

Let me put them on the platter here.

Boy, they're just begging for us to eat them.

No.

You all ready for dinner?

All right, I'm coming.

Won't we say a little prayer before we hang your head down?

Amen.

Don't give me the biggest one, because you did the work and they sure look good.

Well, go to it.

How about some apple?

Well, I heard it was a little bit more fun.

How about some apple?

I heard it's good to chew your food slowly.

Tastes better.

Some bread?

Pa.

What?

Pa.

Didn't this rat himself lean to his point the wrong way?

Smoke from the fire's gonna blow in and smoke us out.

Mr. Adams was wrong.

Now, all that's gonna happen is we're gonna get more heat from the fire.

We're not gonna be smoked out.

Let's go to sleep.

I'm sorry, Ned Bar.

Mr. Adams said.

I don't want to hear what Mr. Adams said.

Come on, Ben.

Sleep time.

It's been a long day.

You remember the agreement?

Come on.

I sleep inside and you sleep out.

Good night.

Boy, is it cold tonight.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

There's one thing that really riles me, Ben.

That's about a guess spending the night and stealing your blanket from you.

I'm really talking.

You know, since I met up with Adams, I got myself a whole new way of looking at the wilderness.

I'm even kind of getting to like the critters.

All of them.

The strange looking ones.

The skittish ones.

They're pretty little ones.

And even the smelly ones.

But I guess best of all, I like the funny ones.

And there ain't a funnier animal alive than a raccoon.

You know, I think they come into the woods just to make the likes of me laugh.

Yeah.

Now when you get stuck out on the end of a life,

I'd call that a predicament.

Especially when down below is nothing but cold water.

Of course you know you gotta get in it sooner or later, but the hard part is convincing yourself to let go.

Let's go.

Mmm.

Mmm.

Yeah.

Yeah.

I'm gonna go back there to bounce it out of your hands.

I'm gonna go back there.

I'm gonna go back there.

I'm gonna go back there.

I'm gonna go back there.

Oh my god, no. I don't know what medicine I use for water spice. What do I do? What do I do?

I don't know what to do.

If you change your mind or ever need some help, halfway up that far mountain, that's where I live.

Here's something. You rest right here.

Now, I'm gonna go get Mr. Adams. You'll know what to do. You'll fix you up in just a second.

Now you stay here, sir.

I'm gonna go back there.

I need water.

I need water.

I need water.

I need water.

I need water.

I need water.

Easy little fox. You're all right. You're feeling better already, aren't you? Yeah.

I'm not sure. I'm not sure.

There he is.

There, above the tree. It's that settler.

Carpman?

It's pretty bad. What happened to you?

It's Robbie. Robbie. I need your help, Adams. Any help he can think of?

What is it? What's the matter? Some kind of wasp. Black. Like a ground wasp. Only the nest was above the ground. I've never seen so many.

How many stings? All over his body. One of the 20 stings I get on a small buoy. That's his deadly

he's a rapper's bike. I couldn't get him to answer me. All right, take it easy. I'll look after Robbie.

I can travel a lot faster alone. Ben, get in the coma. Get in the coma, Ben. We're going home.

All right, I sent Ben to get in the coma. The coma will take care of you. That Indian? Yeah. That Indian is going to save your stubborn life.

Just get to Robbie and tie it. All right, just take it easy.

Robbie? Robbie? Robbie? Robbie? Robbie?

Robbie.

Don't you worry, Robbie.

You're gonna be alright, son.

Mr. Adams told us our lainte is pointing the wrong way.

Maybe Ben has cubs, Pa.

I could have one.

He cools not a bad Indian at all, Pa.

He's very nice.

Pa, when's your mark coming?

Robbie, I need your help.

Alright, Robbie.

Here you go.

There, Robbie.

This cool mother take the fever down, son.

You're gonna be alright.

I wish the coma was here.

You sure know what to do.

How's Robbie?

He's better.

He's my cooler.

I'm never glad to see you there, come on.

She talkin', uncle, by stock.

You know you need to do she.

Ben, oh.

Where's that Indian going?

He's gonna get some medicine.

Hi.

I think it's Steve who's droppin'.

He's not out of woods yet. He's still got that venom in him.

He's spreading the coma's medicine gets her out of him in time.

I sure hate to be beholden to Indians.

You shouldn't feel beholden.

Coma's helping me because he wants to.

How are you feeling?

Not good.

Not as bad as my boy.

Pa?

Pa?

You know, what is that smelly stuff?

You know you're a sheep.

Duke's dead.

What to you?

Slowie's nail.

Well, the coma says it's got buckberry, possum hay, and leaves from the may apple.

But Jupiter.

And Elvigory leaves.

What do you do?

Make a polter's?

No.

You drink it.

Tries the venom out of your system.

You drink it.

And I'll drive that wasp venom right out of your system.

It'll be fair and better in no time.

I'm sure that stuff's any good.

I hope he doesn't look like he feels too good to me.

Well, the coma says it's never failed.

It's good enough for me.

Oh, and Robbie's really feeling better.

We're leaving this wilderness.

And going back to town, this ain't no place for anybody.

Unless he's an animal.

Or an Indian.

Well, you make a mistake, Carmen.

If I ever had a boy like Robbie, I couldn't think of a finer place to raise him.

No matter what.

We're leaving.

Keep feeding Mr. Robbie.

You get some of yourself too.

Well, goodbye, Robbie.

Will I see you again, Mr. Adams?

Well, the Indians say in the mountains that our paths always meet again.

Goodbye, Nakuma.

I hope our trails come together someday.

Deal with them.

And thank you for the medicine.

I know it'll make me better.

Good luck, son.

The show's gonna be alright.

Ben?

Let's go home.

I like them, Paul.

I really do.

I love you.

Is that the fox I heard?

Huh?

Yeah, I reckon it is.

He showed up just about the same time you did.

I'm sure glad he's alright.

He's got a family.

I get a glimpse of the Vicks and a couple of cubs every now and then.

Well, I figured as much he's been pretty discontent ever since he got here.

Yeah, well, it's safe for him to go back now.

Once sit down.

Thank you.

What'd I come for?

Well, I came to tell you how much I appreciate you making Robbie well.

Well, Ray, I'm glad you're here.

I'm glad you're here.

Tell you how much I appreciate you making Robbie well.

Well, I reckon that's what neighbors are for.

Back then when Robbie was so sick, I told you we was gonna be leaving the wilderness.

But truth is, we got no place to go.

Well, you're more than welcome to stay here.

We got plenty of room.

Thank you.

I'm grateful.

And this time I intend to work with nature instead of against it.

Pa.

Oh, yeah.

I'd like to say thank you to that Indian, too.

I'm not even holding him.

Nacoma?

Nacoma?

Mr. Caron's got something he'd like to say to you.

I just want to say thank you, Nacoma, for saving me and my boy.

But you got...

Means friend.

Oh, did you?

Oh, by the way, Nacoma, you gotta show me how to make that brew.

Never know when Nim Watts is gonna strike again.

And another thing now, I know which direction to face a lead to, but...

Yeah, you can find me before the lead.

I'm glad we're staying here.

I'm glad you're staying, too, Robbie.

You are?

Yes, sure am.

Why?

Well, I think you got the makings of a real fine mountain man.

Me? A mountain man like you?

Would you teach me?

Sure, I'll teach you.

Ben and I'll both teach you.

When?

Well...

Takes a long time to be a mountain man.

So we better get started right now.

Right now?

Right now.

Come on.

Let's go.

Ben?

Here you go.

First is a door into another land.

Here is our life and home.

We are staying here forever in the beauty of this place, although...

We keep on helping.

Maybe there's a world where we don't have to run.

Maybe there's a time where we'll call our own,

living free in harmony and majesty.

Take me home.

Take me home.

Why are you here?

by a County.