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We're kind of trouble canning getting himself into in San Francisco.

I don't know, it's Corinne. What kind of gal do you meet?

I'll get it.

Peace, engine.

Peace, pale face.

Hey, Dave, come on in, buddy.

I'm Tonya Redskian Wrangler. How many of our cases did you lose today?

Davey, how you doing? Fine. How about some coffee?

Thank you. I'll get you cut.

In, Mr. Carre.

Well, Davey.

Bill Corby said you want to see me.

Yeah.

Davey, I want you to pick out two of the best ponies you've been breaking for me.

And bring them in tomorrow. I need them for a gift.

Who they for? I mean, you want the best in the string?

The very best, the best you've got.

I want them for, uh...

Chief Lonespier, you know him.

I remember him.

Eddie, Ranchers and Lonespier signing that treaty tomorrow and...

It's a waste of time. You can't trust him.

Davey.

The sacred ground is being returned to the U-tribe.

Everybody's guaranteed not to trespass on it.

It means a great deal to them.

It doesn't mean a thing to me.

House, maybe you better come by my place tomorrow and, uh, pick out them horses yourself.

All right.

The treaty of the white man will be signed tomorrow.

The sacred ground will be our sacred ground once more.

I, Lonespier, chief of the Utes will make my mark.

The white man will take the water from our land.

He will take only a small part of it. And in trade, he will give us back the land of our ancestors.

I do not trust them.

The white man trusts the Ute.

He has promised never again to set foot on the sacred ground.

And if the white man breaks his word, we must kill.

The white man will take the water from our land.

The white man will take the water from our land.

The white man will take the water from our land.

The white man will take the water from our land.

Hey. Hey, brother, how you doing?

You picked out two good ponies?

Well, thanks old ball.

Best in the strain.

Well, good. I sure hope Lonespier will be pleased.

You know what? Any hitch in the signing of this treaty.

The sacred ground means a lot to the Utes and the water rights you.

I mean, a lot to the settlers in the valley.

So the settlers can use that water without a treaty?

Well, not without a fight.

It's a pretty short fight.

Utes wouldn't last long.

You can say you want about the Utes, they're still your people.

My people, are they?

Mr. Cartwright hadn't have found me.

For my people left me, I would have been killed that day.

I was only five years old, but I remembered.

I always will.

My people.

You're my people.

Only ones I've got.

Except for Haas here, a guy couldn't ask for better.

Well, we better get going.

Mr. Cartwright, will you mind if I come along?

Sir?

Good idea.

Dave, you and me have been together much.

Besides, you did such a bad job on them wrong, so I need some help.

I swear, Haas, about the only thing you don't need help on is eating.

Oh, you don't remember the time you cooked out there on that hunt, right?

Watch it.

Watch it.

Almost noon.

Don't worry.

They'll be here.

I can't say that I enjoy being kept waiting fine, Indian.

He said he'd be here at noon.

Jeff Nelson must be known here in college.

Chief Lonspier.

Ben Cartwright.

Welcome, my friend.

We are here to speak as men.

My voice shall come from the heart and from my people.

We shall see them, if we are friends.

Mrs. Judge Nelson, he will witness the formal signing of the treaty.

Of course, you know, all the ranch is present.

The treaty with Chief Lonspier and his people will be a thing of trust and honor.

I want Lonspier to know that I consider it great privilege to be here on this solemn occasion.

Let us enter the lodge and speak.

Right moon.

You wait for me here.

Impressive, old gentleman, Eddie.

Yeah, he sure is.

How about something cool, Greg?

Sounds good.

Dave, you want something to drink?

Yeah, sure, why not?

It's going to take these savages quite a while to power them.

Come on.

It's a disgrace, that's what it is.

You're waiting with them, well, the way you can bargain with an engine is from behind a rifle.

What do you have, David?

You have beer, I'll have sesprillos.

Sesprillos is good for me.

Fine.

Barjeter, three sesprillos.

Oh, Bart's hands are you, sir, vengeance in a white man's saloon?

His car rights, they don't care who they bring into a white man's saloon.

You know, I bet you that he'd even bring in hogs if they had any hogs?

Wouldn't smell much worse if it did.

Anything I can't stand is a smell of a stinking engine.

Briefly frank, just saving you the trouble, Frank.

Wouldn't want a white man drinking out of that glass, not after the likes of him.

What seems to be you two fellers big problem in here?

Let me straighten you two fellers out on something.

There's just an outside chance that we two might be even more uncivilized than our Indian friend.

Now, have you got anything to say to us?

Nothing.

Good.

Bartender, there's another sesprillos.

Let him go, give him a chance to come off.

Miss, when I said savages, I'm sorry.

Your eyes, they show great hurt.

It is I who I'm sorry for you.

There's no need.

I have a job, a life. I live like a white man.

There's much food to eat and I have a house to live in.

Now, what's wrong with this engine?

What? He thinks he's a white man.

Well, maybe we ought to teach him some white man manners.

I must say goodbye now.

How about saying goodbye to us, engine?

Real nice. We're waiting, engine.

Like I said, Judd, maybe we should teach him some manners.

Now, how about you, honey?

Are you going to be nice?

What? Leave her be!

How do you hear, engine?

Get away from her!

I'm waiting, honey.

Honey, you just stay here.

It's a good, easy, honey.

Honey!

Are you hurt?

Oh, no.

I'll get me that in the end.

I'll see him dead if I have to follow him from now on.

You ready?

Yes. Thank you.

Who is this white man? What is he doing?

Just hold on. I know how to speak to you. But to her.

Who is he?

This man tried to protect me. And you were wrong.

He is not a white man. He is an Indian like us.

Like us? Look at him. You call him Indian?

He is neither Indian nor white.

He is the hunting ground without buffalo.

He is the land after the fire, when even the roots are burned.

Indian, he is not even a white man.

What's that?

What's that?

Here. White wolf!

Joseph, what's the meaning of this?

I can speak for myself.

And I speak to you, lone spear.

Who is this man?

He is not a man. He is a half breed.

I am not a half breed. I am an Indian. You hear me an Indian?

A eute. Like you.

You are all ready to go, Paul.

Hello, brother. You behave yourself here.

As far as you are going on a state capitol,

I hope him heals up too high.

I like you to do me a favor.

Yeah, Paul.

I told lone spear that the treaty is in effect as of right now.

Except, of course, I have to get the paper signed by the governor.

I am not sure that lone spear quite believes it.

I like it right over there today and again tomorrow.

So quiet. Any doubts that lone spear might have?

Don't worry about a thing, Paul. I will keep it with a calm and quiet.

Cut.

Right, man.

I have been waiting for you.

You were the last of the women to come.

I had known you were here. I would have been the first.

I had so many things I wanted to tell you now. I have forgotten them all.

You need not say anything?

Yes, I must. I came here just to see you and now.

You said you are an Indian. A eute. Is this true?

Yes, it is. But you live as a white man.

I would like to tell you why. And I will someday.

You need not tell me at all.

Yes, let me.

The last thing my Paul said was that a sacred ground was yours and no white man.

What's the set foot on it from this day forward?

The sacred ground is dear to my people.

And the water is dear to the ranchers. And I trust that you will guarantee them that water.

Hoss Cartwright speaks well. From the heart.

But he speaks of guarantees.

What guarantee is there that as more white men come, they will not take back the land of the sacred ground?

I know that in the past the white man has smoked the pipe many times in sealing treaties.

And he's often broken.

But this treaty is going to be signed by the governor of the state and the ranchers have already signed it.

And we, Cartwright, will stand behind every word of it and you can depend on that.

The word of a Cartwright is one that I trust.

Give me the pipe.

Low and spear.

Do as I say.

There are a few of your race with whom I would smoke.

Wait. A brave does not carry water. And my people should not see it.

Oh, well, I am your people.

But you've been too long away. Our customs are not as the white man's.

And my heart fears for you. White wolf wolf.

He doesn't worry me.

But it is long been understood that white wolf and I would plant side by side to read.

And live in one teepee.

This is bright moon's wish.

This bright moon's fear.

And it will not happen.

White wolf! Stop!

What is the meaning of this?

This white man's dog would take the woman promise to me.

Is this true, my daughter?

It is true.

While one white man smokes the pipe.

Another brings dishonor to my daughter.

I am not a white man. My skin is the color of yours.

You have lived as a white man. You are a white man.

I am what I am because long spears are coward.

Speaking dog.

Before you die, all I do, I allow you to explain.

Devi, you apologize to the chief right now.

Long spear spoke of honor. I say his mouth fouls the word.

Is it honor to leave a child on the field of battle?

To leave him to the white man's revenge?

Would long spear call this honor?

He would not. And he is listening.

Then listen well. What was you who did this?

You ran before the white man's guns at the Battle of Red Fork.

Leaving behind my mother and father. Dead. And a child.

Me. To whatever mercy the white man chose to show me.

And not Ben Kargle had found me.

No, I did not choose to be what I am. You made me what I am.

And now you turn from me.

Your knife.

I will speak.

I let my words do not satisfy.

I ask you to take my life.

The Battle of Red Fork was one where we fought with honor.

When the sun rose, there were over 200 of my people ready to die for what they believed.

When the sun sets,

there were only a few. Like scattered grains of corn to greet tonight.

No longer an army. Disorganized, scattered, defeated.

And you were left behind.

I can only say this.

I would have given my life to take you with us.

If I had known you were there.

If you do not believe this.

Do now what you must do.

Perhaps it is I who should offer my life to you instead of...

Instead of what?

Of asking that I be reunited with my people.

And then I might speak with your daughter, Bright Moon of marriage.

Before that day comes, you will lie with your ancestors.

Silence, White Wolf. It is not your place to speak. Perhaps it is not even mine.

But it's chief I do.

If it is your wish, you may become one of us.

As for Bright Moon, there must be time.

But in the end, she alone will decide.

Lone Spirit!

I will return to my tribe to begin a new life.

I have spoken.

Lone Spirit has heard.

I have spoken.

You have to wake up the whole ponder!

Hey.

What is all this?

I wanted you to remember this night.

The night I became an Indian again.

I am likely to forget it.

I can say goodbye, Hoss.

What does that mean?

I am quitting my job.

All the stock is fed and watered.

There will be all right until you find another man to take my place.

Tell Joe and Mr. Karak goodbye for me.

You are really serious about it.

All this, ain't you?

Yes, I am.

I will bring you.

Got you out on that little gal.

She is going to be my wife.

She is pretty.

Real pretty.

Yes, she is.

Hope everything works out for you.

Well, and well.

Thank you.

Peace.

Peace.

There they are.

What are they up to?

I am trying to engine mumbo jumbo.

I don't know very much about this.

I promised to marry a ceremony.

I remember what I saw when I was a very small boy.

I remember what I saw when I was a very small boy.

You saw?

A small boy is not supposed to see.

Well, it was dark.

I didn't see very much.

It was shame.

Don't matter what they are doing,

they get a better shot at that engine.

Pull it.

I will guard you with all my strength in all the years to come.

And I will serve you well in all the years to come.

And I will serve you well in all the years to come.

I will serve you well in all the years to come.

Will you die fighting or begging for your life?

I do not want to fight you.

Have you lived so long with the white man that you have forgotten our customs?

It is wrong to kill.

It is wrong to take the woman meant to be another man's wife.

You will fight for her if I must.

I will not kill you.

We are both youths.

We can become friends.

You have one.

Bright moon is yours.

Go.

Give me that knife.

Let's see that Davy talk himself out of this.

According to our laws and customs, it was your right to kill White Wolf.

I could not kill him.

Alive he will someday be a friend.

You speak with wisdom?

No, not with wisdom.

Don't be afraid.

I fought for Bright Moon.

Our customs give you the right to her.

Does she feel as you do?

I could not be more happy, my father.

We are happy too, but our sacred ground belongs again to the youths.

So that your life together may begin there, as it rightfully should.

Go now.

What do you want to do?

I want to kill you.

I got a little problem.

What kind of problem?

Murder.

These two men say they saw Davy kill an engine by the name of White Wolf.

He threw a knife on his back and went off.

They brought in the body with a knife still sticking in and no other wound.

He was probably fighting over that young squall.

Once I got asked Davy some questions, where is he?

He's gone a little with the Ute.

Well, I guess I'll just have to ride in here and get him.

Let me get my horse on the ride with you.

So you see, Chief, the sheriff here wants to take Davy in the Virginia city.

And you know as Davy is a Ute of this tribe.

Yes, sir, I know.

You see, we're up against the law now, Chief.

He just wants to take him in for questioning, that's all.

He did not kill White Wolf.

Did you see the fight?

No, but my daughter, Bright Moon, was there and told me how it was.

Well, two witnesses here say they saw Davy throw a knife and White Wolf's back.

Do you say she lies?

I don't say anybody lies. Not yet.

What I am saying is I'm going to take that boy in for trial.

He is a Ute. You cannot have him.

Don't be telling me what I can do and what I can't.

You're talking to the law.

Now, wait a minute. There's got to be some way to straighten this thing out.

The boy and Bright Moon are beyond your reach.

They are on sacred ground, you ground, forbidden to all white men.

You're going to try to sign that treaty by now.

And if you go in there, you're going to be starting trouble.

And I mean shooting trouble.

It is sacred ground.

The author crime's been committed.

Now, sacred ground or no sacred ground, I got to have the boy.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

Sheriff, what would happen?

If I went in there alone and got him.

I mean, the idea was if the chief would permit me.

I'll just go to the boundary.

You'll bring him in?

Yeah, I'll bring him in.

If you promise, stay right here and wait for me.

All right, make it quick.

Your friend, Haas.

Dave, I got to talk to you.

What do you want?

White Wolf is dead and they think you killed him.

Come, Auntie, we will talk.

That law work pays pretty good, don't it?

Not too bad.

You seem like a nice fella.

Be a pity to see you lose that badge.

What makes you think I'm going to lose it?

One thing you always hear about them,

is that they're mighty good to their friends.

Yeah.

Davey's been on their payroll a long time.

I ain't saying Haas would break the law,

but on the other hand, he ain't above helping an old friend get away.

Even if that friend happens to be a knife-throwing backstabbing murderer.

You let them two youths get a head start on you

and you ain't ever going to get near enough to spot their dust.

Come on.

Deputy told the chief that they found an Indian knife and white wolfs back.

That he had to bring you?

White Wolf was alive when we left him.

But, Tom, you know, he was a little bit old.

He was a little bit old.

He was a little bit old.

He was a little bit old.

It was very soft.

Like the regulations.

They saw delay for their child.

They had the devil's according to their Feinstein murderer,

who he Description-Frank, who needs you for his hard work.

I didn't know if this sergeant was going to do it.

Oooh.

The president was originally being commissioners,

They'll hang me.

I'm sorry, sir. You promised me you'd say back then.

I can't wait.

I'm sorry, Horace. I gotta have that boy.

This is you, ground. It's sacred ground. Don't you understand that?

Us? I'm gonna do my duty.

I'll tell you what you're gonna do. You're gonna start a war. That's what you're gonna do.

All right, so I start a war.

You think you've already made enough food?

The food's a mistake, Sheriff. Put that gun away.

Wonderful move. We're all dead men.

Four white men on mute ground.

Secret ground.

I'm just trying to do my duty, Chief.

Trying to bring a murderer in the trial. Who do you call a murderer?

Davey there.

And you would have a trial.

In Virginia City.

On mute ground. We have you trial. Here. And now.

Did you throw a knife into white wolf's back? No, I did not.

My daughter. Were you with him when he fought white wolf?

Yes, my father, I was.

And what he has just said is this true?

It is true.

These two say they saw the knife thrown.

That's right. I say you both lie.

No, sir. It's the truth. You bet your life.

We will see.

Then we'll have trial.

Which of you fights for the white man to prove the boy lies?

Wait a minute, Chief.

The knife fight doesn't approve anything.

Besides, you're only starting another murder.

In your courts, some men put their hands on a book and lie.

In a youth trial, some men feel the knife's kiss of death and the throat.

And still lie.

Some men, but very few.

Which of you fights?

I choose you.

Or stop this. You can stop it.

Our land horse can't write. Your father signed the treaty giving it back to us.

Youth land, youth lore.

And that's the word of your father is worthless.

Youth land, youth lore.

Youth land, youth lore.

Youth land, youth lore.

Now we will see who lies.

Fight.

Fight.

Fight.

Fight.

Fight.

Fight.

Did I lie?

No. Did you kill white wolf?

No. It wasn't me.

I'm not sure.

He's never read skin. He ever saw.

He chewed more than any.

When he saw a chest, put a knife in white wolf.

Let him up, David.

We all know the truth now.

Come on, you two.

We got some talking to do back in town.

Dave, just because you've gone back to your people don't mean you can't come back to the ponderosa for a visit.

You come see us here.

I will.

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