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NARRATOR: This land has a name today and is marked on maps.

But the names and the marks and the land all had to be won.

Won from nature and from primitive man.

Five generations ago, a mere 1 25 years back...

...this land was known only as the West.

Known only to a handful of white men...

...lonely trappers wandering its vastness in search of beaver.

They were known as mountain men, a new breed.

Men like Jim Bridger, Franchère and Sublette, Linus Rawlings.

More lndian than the Indians in all but blood.

They held to no law but their own...

...drifted free as the clouds, settled nowhere, kept forever on the move.

Their mocassined feet and unshod horses leaving no trace on the land.

Like the Indians, with whom they were at peace...

...they wanted nothing beyond what they found, and little of that.

The mountains, the forests, the harsh country...

...were as unchanging to them as the stars...

...and just as unyielding.

Far behind the mountains, beyond the rolling plains...

...they had left the people of the East, people who were restless in another way.

The kind who'd look at a mountain and see a watershed...

...look at a forest and see lumber for houses...

...look at a stony field and see a farm.

Their faces and their instincts had been turned to the West...

...ever since Plymouth Rock and Jamestown.

The trapper's road was the trail of a wolf or the bend of a canyon.

But for whole families chaffing to follow the sun...

...there had to be broader ways.

There were no roads into the wilderness, only rivers.

And they flowed in the wrong direction: north or south.

Or else they stopped at the Alleghenies.

Until one day, a new river took source in the mind of a man named DeWitt Clinton.

He conceived of a river that would go west.

And in the way Americans have of acting out their dreams, it came to be.

The Erie Canal left the Hudson above Albany...

...and carried clear across to the Great Lakes.

People who yearned for virgin land and a new life...

...now had a highway to take them.

And they moved along.

MAN: Pride of Utica now loading!

Al aboard for the Pride of Utica!

The Ramsey fanily, Peter Snith...

...the Skoga family!

All eight of then!

Al aboard for the Pride of Utica!

Is the laddie's health the reason you're heading west?

Partly.

Only partly. Mostly our trouble East was rocks.

I had ne a farn where sone years I'd raise 1 00 bushels of rocks to the acre.

Zebulon, you hadn't ought to lie to the nan like that.

Wife, l'm a God-fearing soul, and l tell the truth as l see it.

Now, l never used a plow. I'd blast out the furrows with gunpowder.

And then one norning, I hauled the bucket up out of the well...

...and so help me, the bucket was full of rocks.

Rocks.

I just stood there right still trying not to blaspheme.

I said to myself, "You've got a son that's ailing...

...you've got a daughter what won't take to herself a husband."

-There she sits there, nooning as usual. -Pa.

You've got another who don't seem quite right in the head.

Lilith?

LlLITH: Yes. Pa?

Now, l'll renind you. sir.

I'n still standing there holding a bucket full of rocks...

...and staring into a bleak old age.

So l nade ne a vow right then and there. l said:

"If l can find a man with $500 who likes rocks...

...then there's gonna be another fool owning this farm."

Well, sir, the Lord provided such a nan...

...and here l an.

He ain't told you one word of truth, Mr. Harvey.

We had the best farm in the township.

Yeah. Rockville Township it was. Stone County.

Oh, it was not.

It was his itching foot that brought us here.

Heaven knows where we'll end up.

Oh, these are ny laddies. Angus, Brutus and Colin.

-How do you do? -Hello.

I think they're already acquainted with your daughters.

-Be they single? -Aye, single so far.

Well, this lllinois country's beginning to sound better to me.

Lilith?

Lilith, here. Strike up a little tune for these handsone lads.

-Oh, I ain't in no nood, Pa. -Lilith, there's a time for coaxing...

...this ain't the tine.

All right.

[SINGING] A captain bold in Halifax Who lived in country quarters

Betrayed a maid who hanged herself One morning in her garters--

ZEBULON: Lilith.

Now, you know better than to sing a song like that.

-What ones do you know? -We know "Yankee Doodle."

-"Yankee Doodle"? -Their mother's dead.

They haven't had much learning in the social graces.

All right. give then "A Hone in the Meadow."

[SINGlNG "A HOME IN THE MEADOW"]

Eve. cone on, you too.

That's it.

Come on. join in.

[ALL SlNGlNG]

That's it.

Come on.

Stop.

Loading for the Flying Arrow!

All aboard for the Flying Arrow!

-The Prescott fanily! -Here we be. Come on.

Alec Harvey and three sons!

Jeffrey Rose and fanily!

But the canal was only the first step toward the promised land.

The next steps were longer and harder.

Those who could raise the fare went by steamboat to the end of the line.

Others found a cheaper way to head for Ohio, Illinois...

...and the open spaces beyond.

[HUMMlNG]

Lilith. Lilith. listen to this:

"Theirs was a poignant parting in the forest.

The handsome young backwoodsnan carved two hearts on a tree trunk...

...then from ten paces, hurled a knife at the junction of the two hearts."

Junction. What's that?

Well, that's where the two hearts meet. Now, listen:

"His narksmanship was uncanny.

Three times he hurled the knife on target. 'That was for luck.' he said the first time.

'That was for love. Deep, divine love.' he said the second.

And the third tine, 'That was a prayer, a plea for love undying."'

Isn't that beautiful?

I reckon. If anybody ever talks like that.

Well, it's the sentiments, not the talk.

There ain't no sense to you. Eve.

You wanna to be a farn wife, but you don't wanna narry a farmer.

Neither do you.

Of course not.

I don't wanna have nothing to do with farms.

I want silk dresses and fine carriages and a man to smell good.

What l want's back East, not West.

But l'll get there yet. You watch.

You don't know what you want yet.

It's the nan that counts. not where he lives.

-Ready, now? MAN: Ready.

Daddy, Daddy, sonething coming upriver. Hostile lndians, I suspect.

-Could it be river pirates, Zebulon? -Don't know.

They say no honest nan travels this river at night.

I can only see one man, Pa.

I hear that's a favorite pirate trick. They hide in the bottom of the boat...

...till they're ready to jump you.

-Get ny gun, Colin. -All right, Pa.

Just cone in slow and easy, stranger.

And keep your hands where we can see them.

Name's Linus Rawlings.

I'n hungrier than sin and real peaceful like.

-What have you got in the craft? -Beaver pelts.

I said beaver pelts.

I never had a chance to see a beaver pelt, Mr. Rawlings.

Well, in that case, na'an, I'll show you one.

There you are.

That's real soft.

It's a fine pelt, ma'am.

ZEBULON: Now, ny apologies, sir.

-We was afeared you might be a pirate. -l ain't no pirate.

Come on. let's have supper and get acquainted.

No, no, no. That's yours. Keep that. na'an.

Well, you sure set your cap in a hurry.

Is he the backwoodsman you've been waiting for?

More than likely he's got a wife and six kids waiting for hin.

[LILITH SlNGlNG]

Thank you, ma'am, that was right tasty.

You've only had four plates. I was beginning to think you didn't like it.

Well, it don't pay to eat too nuch on an enpty stomach. na'an.

How come you're to be traveling so late at night?

Well, l'n kind of anxious to get to Pittsburgh.

I ain't seen a city for a long tine. I aim to whoop it up a little.

[CHUCKLES]

Well, now. we've never seen a nountain man before.

Tell ne, them Rocky Mountains as high as they say?

Well, now. l just don't rightly know. I never climbed one. l've....

Uh....

Well, you know, that just ain't exactly true.

Jin Bridger and me...

...we started up one of them little-bitty Rocky Mountain foothills, you know.

And then. one day. we see this fella...

...and he has a great big pair of white wings...

...and a harp in his hand.

And l said to Jim...

...l said, "Jin, l don't like the way that fella's looking at us."

And Jim said he didn't care too much for it neither...

...so we both skedaddled down out of there...

...and to this day l ain't never had a good look at the Rocky Mountains.

[ACCORDION PLAYS]

-Well, l remenber one tine-- -Zebulon.

-What? -One liar at a time is enough.

[CHUCKLES]

Well, then. l reckon it's about bedtine. Gotta get an early start in the norning.

We'll be expecting you for breakfast.

Oh, well, that's mighty hospitable, Mr. Prescott...

...but sonetines l wake up and get the urge to move.

I night be long gone by sunup, but thank you.

-l wanna thank all of you. Good night. -Good night.

-Strange fellas, these nountain men. -Yeah, kind of like a wisp of snoke.

-By golly. that looks like my blanket. -lt is.

Well, then. l'm a mite confused, ma'am. Whose bed would it be?

Yours.

I ain't ever saw a bed like that since last tine l cone east.

Why'd you do it?

Ain't polite to ask a girl why she done sonething for a nan.

No. Well, I reckon my nanners ain't much at that.

Anyway, I sure thank you. Good night, na'an.

Are them Indian girls pretty?

Well, now. l reckon that all depends on just how long a nan has gone...

...without seeing one.

How long's it been since you seen a white girl?

I ain't quite sure why you asked that.

How pretty do I look to you?

But, na'an...

...ain't you just being a little bit forward?

Well, you're headed upriver and l'm headed down.

There's no time to get these questions answered.

You dead sure you want them answered?

Yes.

Glory be.

Ma'am, it seens like you've been kissed before.

I've never been kissed permanent before.

By golly, you sure use surprising words.

I never heard "permanent" mixed up with a thing like a kiss before.

I can still feel that kiss.

-Can you? -Well, you said something before...

...that we had not forget:

I'n heading upstrean and you're headed downstrean.

Lovers have parted before and cone together again.

-Ma'am. -Eve.

Eve. l'n a sinful man.

Deep, dark, sinful.

I'n on ny way to Pittsburgh to be sinful again.

Likely I'll stay drunk for a month.

I won't even renenber the fancy gals l dally with...

...or the nen l carve up just out of pure cussedness...

...any more than I'll renember you.

Linus, l'm asking you. Can you still feel that kiss?

Eve....

Eve. you make ne feel like a man standing on a narrow ledge...

...coning face-to-face with a grizzly bear.

There just ain't no ignoring the situation.

Eve!

-Eve! Where is she? -Zeb, what's the natter?

Anyways, you're here. I thought you'd gone with him.

-Gone? -Yes, gone.

I knowed you were setting with hin...

...but l kept telling nyself, "At least she's looking at a nan."

Even a wisp of smoke like that is better than--

Are you crying? Crying for him? Now, what does that nean?

Now, tell ne what that means.

Nothing, Pa.

What time did you cone to bed?

It was early. Pa.

It wasn't. It was late.

Daughter, l'm only gonna ask you once.

Is there anything for your na and pa to worry about?

No, Pa, there ain't.

He'll be back.

I'll see him again.

But you expected to see him this morning. You know you did.

I don't care. I'll see hin again.

Look.

-You got a growed man to do that? -l did. Just like in the book.

Did you get him to say then crazy words?

I told you before, it ain't the words, it's the sentiment.

You mean, he didn't even giggle nor nothing at such foolishness?

He said it was a real solenn occasion.

Like shooting the rapids without a paddle.

No matter what he said, he did it just to get rid of you so as he could clear out.

You know that's so.

And you're lucky he did. Do you wanna live like a squaw all your life?

Go on, say anything you like...

...but l'll see hin again. l know I will.

And he ain't got a wife and six kids.

He ain't got a wife at all yet.

Hey, Pierre!

Soneone's coming upriver.

Custoner.

Trapper, seems like.

See how that cover bellies up? Could be furs.

Thirsty, mister?

Drier than a grasshopper on a hot griddle.

Well, welcone to our little inn, sir.

My nane is Jeb Hawkins, late colonel of the Alabama nilitia.

-Where you bound for? -Pittsburgh.

Pittsburgh? Well.

Looks like he's got a whole canoe of furs. Pop.

-Sure enough mountain nan. -lndeed.

One of our explorers gonna extend our donain to the far shores of the Pacific.

Well, nothing but the finest for you, sir. Whiskey?

-Right. -No pepper or rattlesnake heads in this.

Nothing but the pure grain and the sweet kiss of the nalt.

-Never mind the cup, l'll just take the jug. -Oh, a real nountain man, huh?

-l trust you'll toast our noble banner, sir. -Sure will.

Golly, you're right. That's real sipping liquor.

Pa, hin being a trapper, you suppose he might know what that varmint is we got?

Well, say, now, he night. Yes. sir, he just night.

Sir. we caught us a cave-dwelling critter...

...that no nan in these parts has seen before.

You know, it'd be right satisfying to having you tell us what it is.

Well, l don't know too much about cave-dwelling varmints.

Just yonder. Take your jug.

Well, l....

I don't know.

WOMAN: It's right over here.

You know any sweet-talking gals in Pittsburgh?

No, no. Nary a one, yet.

Well, Pop and l are hoping we'll vacation there.

I'll be at the Duquesne House if it ain't burned down.

Hey, there. now, you pretty girl, you sure you got a varnint in here?

Now, you--

WOMAN: Do you hear hin? RAWLINGS: Huh?

WOMAN: He breathes loud and fierce.

-We keep hin in this hole just yonder. RAWLINGS: You keep hin in there?

You gotta look a little closer.

[GRUNTS]

[SPLASHES]

Well, he seen the varmint, Pa.

-Well done. daughter. -l ain't so sure.

He was hard muscled. l could feel the blade just skitter along his ribs.

Oh, you just need more practice, that's all.

It's a pity you ain't got the knack your na had.

Lord rest her soul.

All right. nen, lay it on, nen.

Come on. cone on. We got more fish to fry.

Down to the island.

Tell Pa them settlers' rafts are coning.

Can't l have this toilet water, Pa?

-Genuine Parisian accent. it says. -How nuch is it?

It's only 1 5 cents.

Fifteen cents? Put it back.

You're right, sir. Absolutely right. You save the pennies and dollars will grow.

Likely you've growed many a dollar.

Mr. Bedloe, all ny life l've been striving to avoid beconing a millionaire.

I think I've succeeded right well.

I've got a little put away in the sock. It'll stay there.

Well, now. then's ny sentiments exactly.

Now, you, sir. You look like a man of property.

Now, if l was to bet, I'd say you was worth, say, a thousand dollars.

-Pretty close to the nark? -Well, close, maybe.

ALEC: Colin. how nuch powder we got left? -Don't be afraid. now, don't be afraid.

Now, there's women and children here.

You gents wouldn't want us to have to start shooting, now, would you?

Be of good cheer, folks.

It's in our noble tradition that we conquer the wilderness...

...with nothing but our bare hands and stout hearts.

You can build new rafts and sally forth in the spirit of your forefathers.

Why, you pious old scoundrel.

I'll see you burn.

[BEDLOE LAUGHING]

BEDLOE: Americans can't be whipped.

[SCREAMS]

It's hin. I knew he'd cone back. It's hin.

[SCREAMS]

Now let us pray.

O Lord...

...we thank thee for our salvation.

We commit the souls of our dead to thy gentle keeping.

We pray for a speedy recovery of our wounded.

And now another matter.

O Lord...

...without consulting with thee...

...we have sent thy way sone souls whose evil ways passeth all understanding.

We ask thee humbly to receive then.

Whether you want them or not.

Amen.

Now, it'll be a job...

...but l guess l can patch her up good enough to get to Pittsburgh.

-Linus. -Now, Eve...

...let's just not talk any more about it.

Linus, l'm telling you, you don't know your own nind.

Well, maybe so, maybe not.

You know, I ain't saying that you haven't been on ny mind sone.

I ain't saying that.

But l still went to see the varmint with that pirate girl.

I'll always be going to see the varnint, Eve.

I just ain't cut out to be a farner or a husband.

Linus, l ain't never bringing up the subject again...

...whether ever I see you or not.

No, it's for the best.

I wish you Godspeed, Eve.

And l ain't said that to anybody for a long tine.

I can see rapids ahead. Pa. White water.

Look. Look.

Oh, we must've taken the wrong fork.

Let's beach her on this side.

Harvey!

Rapids!

Rapids ahead! Beach her!

Beach her!

REBECCA: Hold her steady.

Rein!

Pa, we're in the current!

Get inside, Zeke.

ZEKE: No, I don't wanna.

Straighten her. Pa.

Lilith!

Hold it steady!

EVE: I can't!

Go on. Go on to help Pa.

I'll get it.

[LILITH SCREAMS]

REBECCA: Lilith! Lilith!

Lie down!

RAWLINGS: What happened?

They took the wrong fork of the river and they went over the falls.

RAWLINGS: Did you happen to hear the name of the fanily?

Uh.... Prescott, l think. Sonething like that.

As soon as they're buried decent...

...l'm heading back East on the first boat that comes along.

And if you were in your right mind, you would too.

Oh, Linus.

[SINGlNG "ROCK OF AGES"]

Would you walk with ne a piece, Eve?

Eve. l....

Eve. all the tine l was paddling down here I was thinking...

...if I found you alive, I'd--

Would you come to Pittsburgh with me, Eve?

Oh, Linus.

I'n staying right here.

I ain't moving a foot one way or the other.

Now, would you explain that a little?

Ma and Pa, they wanted a farm in the West...

...and this is as far as they got.

Seens to me this is where the Lord wanted the farn to be.

But your brother, San, he's bad hurt, and winter's coning--

There's no sense talking about it. I'n gonna do it.

Eve. you just ain't naking much sense.

Well, half the people that cone West don't make nuch sense, l reckon.

All right.

By golly, you're a strong-minded woman.

I reckon I seen that varnint for the last time.

[HORN BLOWS]

The westward course was no smoother than that of true love.

Not only the hard hand of nature was against it, but the impediment of war.

Trouble over land smoldered along the Mexican border.

Not all Americans were for war, including Congressman Abe Lincoln of Illinois.

But a war did break out, and in the end...

...vast new territories came into the Union along with their rich Spanish names:

Rio Grande, Santa Fe, Albuquerque, El Paso.

And most glittering of all, California...

...named after a mythical island of pearls and gold in a 1 5th-century novel.

Here, in 1 848...

...at Sutter's Mill, a man found something he wasn't even looking for...

...at the bottom of a ditch.

And the cry of his discovery was heard clear across the continent...

...in Boston, New York, Savannah...

...and across the oceans in London, Paris, Berlin.

But nowhere was the clamor of gold heard more eagerly than in St. Louis...

...the busiest fur-trading center in the world...

...and the noisiest, bawdiest, most uppity town west of New York.

[MUSlC PLAYlNG]

[SINGlNG]

I say there's no nore than three.

-Six. -Six?

It's that lace that fooled you. I say three.

Watch him. I hear Cleve's an expert on petticoats. Anyway, you can never prove it.

We're going to be late for that poker gane.

Look. l've just stuck you for the nost expensive dinner in St. Louis.

I don't mind sticking you a bit deeper. I'll lay you a hundred it's no less than six.

-How will you prove it? -Go backstage and find out.

-lf I go back and check with you. -Fair enough.

Second girl.

-Miss Prescott? Miss Prescott? -Later.

It's rather important.

It's always inportant.

The older they are. the more important it gets.

Miss Prescott, please. I an Hylan Seabury...

...attorney in the matter of Jonathan Brooks.

He means nothing to you?

That old goat?

Well, you nust've neant sonething to him, Miss Prescott.

-Why? -You're included in his will.

Of course, you have to nake the trip to California to claim the bequest.

Well, now. l wouldn't go to California...

...if John Jacob Astor left ne San Francisco.

I don't think Mr. Astor had holdings there, no.

However, the yield from Mr. Brooks' property is not to be scorned.

-Yield of what? -Gold, Miss Prescott. Gold.

-Gold? -Precisely.

You own a gold nine, Miss Prescott. It yielded $3500 the very first week.

LlLITH: Gold nine?

Well. Well, l....

That sweet old goat.

For heavens....

Well.

This is an unexpected pleasure.

-Where's the noney? -Money?

Money?

Oh, yes. You're referring, of course. to our little agreement.

One hundred to start you off...

...and ny share of the winnings.

Well, l'n sonewhat enbarrassed to report that the hundred no longer exists.

That $1 00, I assure you...

...will turn out to be the best investnent you have ever nade.

I have plans, gentlenen...

...beyond your wildest dreams.

I'n gonna earn you a piece of a gold mine.

Gold nine.

You ain't gonna earn nothing.

You ain't gonna be nothing. you ain't gonna do nothing...

...unless we get that 1 00 back by the norning.

Grines, you don't mean that.

-You're gonna kill off the golden goose. -Call it what you want. nister.

We'll be waiting.

Independence, Missouri, was the jump-off point for emigrants from everywhere.

Solid, God-fearing families bound for the farmlands of Oregon...

...and get-rich-quick adventurers racing for the gold of California.

Try it.

-You got a wagon. l suppose? -l can get one.

And a team to pull it?

I can get everything I need.

-You got a husband? -l'n single. Mr. Morgan.

No traveling conpanion?

-No, I'n traveling alone. -Not on my wagon train.

Alone and single brings out the deviltry in a man.

Gets then all worked up and they're wild enough already.

I intend to keep to myself, Mr. Morgan.

Oh, wonan of your sort?

One day you'd find yourself in trouble, and there'd be hell to pay just figuring out who.

What did you say, Mr. Morgan?

Well, now. ain't you the feisty one. I like spirit in a woman.

Hey, you got a pretty face under that powder too.

And a fine, sturdy body under then clothes, I wager.

There's a woman naned Clegg. Aggie Clegg.

Why don't you go see her?

Thanks.

I told you, no.

I was hoping to nake this trip with a husband.

Nearly got one last week.

Look. l hear there's 40 men to every woman in California.

-Miss Clegg. l'd be willing to pay you. -l don't need noney.

I need a nan.

Any man.

Morning, ladies.

Beautiful morning.

Would you, by any chance. happen to be Miss Lily Prescott?

Not unless you got a big inagination.

Then you must be the lady in question.

Cleve Van Valen, Miss Prescott, at your service.

At your every command fron here to California.

Well, thank you.

But whatever you're offering, I don't need.

[CHUCKLES]

Perhaps you don't understand.

[LAUGHS]

Yes. l do. I know a tinhorn when l see one.

Miss Prescott.

I'n offering you an honest day's work for an honest day's pay.

Goodbye, Mr. Van Valen. Goodbye.

Well, it's been a pleasure to neet you. Miss Clegg.

May I say l have never seen a woman with nore beautiful hair.

What a prize catch it'll nake...

...hanging fron the waist of an lndian.

Beauty alone in the wilderness, and who's to protect you?

No one.

Not one person won't be looking after himself.

Well....

Good day. ladies. Good day.

Nobody ever said that to ne before.

What?

That I had such.... Such beautiful hair.

You know something?

I got a hunch you're gonna draw men like fish to the bait.

Maybe I can catch one of then while they swim by.

You got yourself a partner.

Thank you.

MAN 1 : How's it, nen?

MAN 2: lt's all clear through here. Look for a little mudhole up through the next pocket.

MAN 1 : How far? MAN 2: Oh, naybe half a quarter.

MAN 1 : Well, thanks. MAN 2: Looks a little higher up on that ridge.

MAN 1 : There's a water hole up there about half a mile. Let's head for it.

MAN 3: Water hole about a half a mile ahead.

Hey, you're driving.

I was raised on a farm.

MAN 3: Water hole about a half a mile ahead.

Hey, Aggie?

-Can you use these? AGGIE: Yeah. sure.

Thanks.

Ladies.

At your service.

LlLITH: I thought we'd gotten rid of you.

Well, l just couldn't bear to think of you two making this trip without ny help.

If l was to hear later on that sonething happened to you, l'd never forgive myself.

You came 1 00 niles alone?

Well, l had no way of counting the miles. Mr. Morgan. but l'll take your word for it.

Well, you've got another 1 00, nister. Going back.

I told you, when a wagon breaks down, I want men who can fix it...

...not bet how long it'll take.

You don't nean you'll turn ne out?

Pass me adrift at the nercy of savage Indians?

If you don't get moving. I'll cast you adrift--

Uh-uh-uh. I appeal to your sporting instinct, sir.

I'n prepared to wager you that I stay with this train.

-Well, you got a wager. -Wait a ninute, wait a ninute.

The fact is, I hired this man.

We'll put up his stake.

Is that right, Miss Prescott?

If Miss Clegg says so.

Ma'am...

...l'll be forever grateful.

Now, l'll unpack ny gear.

Agatha, have you gone crazy?

He says he's a nan wanting to do an honest day's work.

And he'll do it. l can promise you that.

Hey, you nen on that last wagon, keep up that slack.

Keep it up.

Get that team noving. Keep them moving there.

Don't let those lines sag.

Keep them up. Keep them up.

Keep those teans moving.

Keep them moving.

Don't let those lines sag.

You, on that middle team, keep them moving.

AGGIE: Get in there. MAN: Over here, Pa.

AGGIE: Get in there.

Get in there. Get in there, mule.

[CHUCKLlNG]

I'n just overwhelned by all this attention, Miss Prescott.

I want to confess...

...l have lied about why l wanted to work for you.

I know.

The real reason is, of course, that I'n in love with you.

No.

It's the truth.

Fron the first noment l saw you, I've known that l couldn't live without you.

Well, l'd hate to be the cause of your death, Mr. Van Valen.

I don't speak lightly. Miss Prescott.

I'n prepared to assune the responsibilities of a faithful husband.

Oh, and are you ready to assune the responsibilities...

...of my property too, Mr. Van Valen?

Really?

What kind of property?

Gold, Mr. Van Valen.

Gold by the ton, fron what l understand.

Bright. yellow, shiny gold.

Why, l had no idea.

-l'n sure you hadn't. -Miss Prescott. l really mean--

Here cones Agatha. If you must propose to somebody...

...l suggest you get on your knees to her.

Besides. she has beautiful hair.

Look at then.

Think they was getting ready to bury sonebody.

Ain't we worn down enough as it is?

Well, let's wake them up.

Listen, everybody.

[SINGlNG]

That's the spirit! That's the way to feel!

[YELLS]

Oh, hiya, Mr. Morgan!

Aggie. For lunch.

Thanks. Nice nest of fish.

LlLITH: What is it, Mr. Morgan?

Miss Prescott, l've been thinking.

Oh?

Wet or dry. you're the handsonest wonan I ever did see.

Spirit and a fine, sturdy body.

It's a noble conbination, Miss Prescott.

Why, for you, childbearing would cone as easy as rolling off a log.

Well, l think l'd rather roll off a log. Mr. Morgan.

Ma'am, I'n telling you, you got the build for it.

I want you for my wife.

I've got a cattle ranch just below the Merced.

I'll be settling down there, fit and proper.

I'n sure you're very fit and proper, Mr. Morgan.

Well, then...

...you just couldn't do no better than narrying ne.

Why, we'd have ourselves a fine fanily in no tine at all.

I believe that.

I'n sorry, Mr. Morgan...

...but l can't accept your proposal.

Why not?

Well, a wonan likes to hear something a little more inviting.

Well, ain't that what l've been doing? Inviting you?

Inviting you to share ny life, Miss Prescott.

I'n sorry, Mr. Morgan.

It's sonething else, ain't it?

Must be sonething else nagging at you.

Well...

...l don't aim to let it stop ne, Miss Prescott.

You can count on that.

AGGIE: What did he want?

Children.

Children?

Well, l'll be--

Why didn't he come shopping at the right store?

[MAN SPEAKlNG IN NATlVE LANGUAGE]

-l'll take a look. -Well.

Now, gentlemen, are we pikers?

I'n gonna see and l'm gonna raise this fine pistol...

...London-nade and loaded for bear.

MAN: I'll take part of that bet.

I told you l wouldn't stand for you fleecing any--

Cheyennes.

There's too nany to fight. We'll have to run for it.

You can't outrun then with wagons.

The minute you get noving, cut your teams loose.

-Have you gone crazy? -Go on, get noving.

Chances are they want our stock more than us.

Now, you're a gambler. ain't you? All right. let's get noving.

[YELLING]

Keep them closed up there.

I don't know how to unhook them.

[YELLS]

Cleve, watch out!

Cleve!

[SCREAMS]

Joe, pick ne up.

We'll be moving at daybreak.

I'll take a few men, see if we can find hin.

Give him a decent, Christian burial.

Soneone's coming! Soneone's coning!

Well, l can let you have this rig for a dollar a day. and l'll give you a good team.

-Pick it up in the norning. -That'll be fine.

Could you tell ne the way to the Brooks claim?

Well, the claims are down by the river.

-Which road should l take? -Only one road. Along the river.

-Thank you. -Sure welcome.

We're looking for a Mr. Huggins.

You found hin.

This is Miss Lilith Prescott.

I figured.

They told ne you was a real looker.

Yup. lt's all here for you. Just the way Mr. Brooks staked it out.

Must've had 20 men working on it.

Well, where are they now? Who's digging the gold?

Gold? I ain't never seen a better grade since I cone here with Millie.

It was just a pocket, though.

The whole shebang, nothing but a pocket.

Oh, we cleared 4200 before it played out.

Now, about that 4200....

Mr. Brooks, he spent three before his heart give out.

I put up 600 for a brass-handled casket.

I figure the rest you owe ne for sitting on your claim.

Oh, miss, l mean. that's only fair, ain't it?

I nean, wouldn't you--?

Funny pair, all right.

MAN: How about you boys? Come and see the brand-new attraction.

It's exciting and sensational. Step right in. gentlenen.

[SINGlNG]

[MEN LAUGHlNG]

Miss Prescott?

Hello, Mr. Morgan.

I'd invite you in, but it's a little cramped.

This is no life for a fine woman like you.

I heard your nine was played out.

But where's your fancy friend?

Cleve?

Last l heard, he was in Hangtown.

You mean that no-good went off and left you?

He went off and left me.

But l don't agree that he's no good.

Cleve is Cleve, that's all.

You're a perplexing woman, Miss Prescott.

When a skunk needs killing...

...well, it ain't enough just to say a skunk's a skunk.

Mr. Morgan...

...all my life I've wanted to narry a rich husband.

Can l blame Cleve for wanting to narry a rich wife?

Both of us may have been born for the poorhouse...

...but we're not the kind to like it.

Do you believe all this you've been saying, or is it just words?

Now, tell ne the truth.

The truth is...

...Cleve and l couldn't live alone just on love.

Not for five ninutes.

Then you've answered the question l've been asking for better than 2000 miles.

I got the biggest ranch you ever did see.

You can't ride across it in a day.

That land's gonna mean noney sooner than you think.

You want a rich husband...

...you're looking at hin.

There ain't a blessed thing you have to do except mind the kids.

I'n sorry.

Not now.

Not ever.

What a waste.

Soneone put together like you.

Aggie.

Those who struck it rich wanted all the pleasures that money could buy.

And there were plenty to sell to them.

Even the Sacramento riverboats took on luxury goods.

[LILITH SlNGlNG "HOME lN THE MEADOW"]

I'll see it.

It's up to you.

Betting?

What's the natter with you?

-l'n checking out. -Checking out?

MAN: What's the natter with hin?

Lily, l got to talk to you.

I found myself throwing in a winning hand.

Well, l just never thought I'd do that for any girl.

Lily.

How'd you like to hook up with a no-good ganbler?

Oh, hon, we are on our way. I got $1200 right here.

-What'll we do. open a ganbling house? -No.

A married man should spend his evenings at hone.

Then we'll open a music hall in San Francisco.

-No. -l can still sing and dance.

No. A married woman should spend her evenings at home.

-But we can't sit at hone on $1 200 for-- -Lily.

Have you seen San Francisco?

It's ugly, and it's snall, and it's full of fleas.

And it burns down about every five minutes...

...but each time they keep on rebuilding it a little bigger and better than before.

It's alive and kicking and nothing can stop it.

And it nakes you wanna build something too.

A railroad.

A steanship line.

Sonething to help the baby grow.

Cleve, on $1 200?

We could start out with a wagon or a rowboat.

With the help of the devil, I'll bet we nake it.

Young America was not only a union of East and West.

There were North and South too.

And between them, the bonds were weakening.

Mr. Lincoln, now retired from Congress and practicing law...

...realized that the South would fight...

...to mold the new and uncommitted territories to its own image.

Still two years from the presidency...

...he pleaded that the free West be allowed to remain free...

...and warned of the hazards of a house divided against itself.

But the South, seeing its power and influence wane...

...struggled against the inevitable in dozens of Western towns.

And slowly, the bitter seeds of civil war took root.

[HUMMlNG]

PETERSON: Howdy, Ms. Rawlings.

Whoa, Rosebud, whoa.

Say. Mr. Peterson. what's that suit you got on?

Uniform, Mrs. Rawlings. A uniform.

Our nilitia company was sworn in...

...and l'm Corporal Peterson now, Ohio Volunteers.

You won't be seeing ne for a spell.

Hey, I got a letter for you. fron way out in California.

It nust be from ny sister, Lilith.

"Dear Eve...."

Mr. Peterson, could you wait a ninute?

I wanna answer this right away.

Zeb?

Zeb, cone on down here.

PETERSON: Well, we was hoping that Zeb might be going with us.

His pa went when the first bugle blew.

Ain't one enough?

Hi. corporal.

Jereniah, get Mr. Peterson sone buttermilk.

Butternilk.

It's from your aunt Lilith.

She says there ain't no war out in California and they don't expect there'll be one.

"Business is brisk.

Many opportunities for an energetic young man."

There's talk of building a railroad east.

"Cleve has hopes of getting in on the ground floor.

We would welcone Zeb if he wants to come."

Ma, did you write her about ne?

-Not exactly. -Now, did you?

I told her you didn't like farming any better than your pa did.

Ma, you got the wrong idea about this war.

It ain't gonna be so bad, is it, corporal?

You know Pa's having the time of his life.

Now, Ms. Rawlings, I got it fron the captain himself...

...that we ain't gonna be gone no tine at all.

Pa left it up to you whether I go or not.

But you know what he really felt.

Ms. Rawlings, there ain't much glory in tronping behind a plow.

EVE: Reckon there's no hurry in answering this letter.

Thank you for waiting.

You mean l can go?

Oh, there'll be things to do.

Ma....

Gotta get your underwear washed and your socks darned.

Do they give you one of then suits?

One of then uniforms?

I reckon.

Might not give you no shirts, though.

Take that one off, I'll wash it for you.

I got the others washed. they aren't ironed yet.

Mother, I....

Why'd you call ne that?

It's always been "Ma" before.

I don't know.

All of a sudden...

..."Ma" didn't seen enough somehow.

[YELLS]

Hey, cowpoke!

[DOG BARKlNG]

ZEB: Go on back, dog!

Go on!

What could l do, Pa?

He's Linus' boy.

Always was more Linus' blood.

I guess that's why I love hin so nuch.

But you've gotta help me pray, Pa.

Help me pray.

[CANNONS FIRlNG]

MAN 1 : Ohio.

Battery B, Ohio!

-Let's go! MAN 2: On the double, cone on!

MAN 3: Anybody here fron the 12th Michigan?

MAN 4: Thirty-sixth lndiana.

Evening of April 6th, 1 862.

The guns that had roared all day fell silent...

...around a little church called the Shiloh Meeting House.

Many a man had met his God that Sunday...

...but not in church.

You wasted your tine, men. He's dead.

-But. doc, this here is Captain Rawlings. -Captain Linus Rawlings.

-Take hin out. -Keep moving, nen.

-Why can't you look where you're going? -l'n sorry, soldier.

Watch it.

Saw. Brandy.

Chloroforn.

Get it all down. Come on, all of it.

Come on. we're just in the way here.

It had been the bloodiest day of the war on the Western front.

In the morning, it had looked like a Confederate victory, but by nightfall...

...no man cared to use the words "win" or "lose."

After Shiloh...

...the South never smiled.

-You tasted that water yet? -No.

Well, try it.

-Tastes funny, huh? -Yeah.

I seen it before sundown. It was pink.

Pinker than sassafras tea.

You mean...?

It don't seen fitting a nan should have to drink water like that.

Don't seen fitting a man should have to do any of the things we've done today.

Did you kill anybody?

I don't think so.

I got knocked dizzy right off.

And when I come to, found my rifle, it was busted.

And then sone nore soldiers come along and tried to stick ne in the arm.

All the rest is nixed up after that.

Well, l ain't killed nobody, neither. And l don't want to.

-Hey, where you fron? -Ohio.

This fool war started in the East. What's us Westerners doing in it?

I don't rightly know anynore.

It ain't quite what I expected.

There ain't much glory looking at a man with his guts hanging out.

-Where are you from? -Texas.

Say....

You ain't a Reb, are you?

Well, l was this morning. Tonight, I ain't so sure.

Seens like l ought to be shooting you.

Well, you got anything to shoot with?

No.

All I got's this bayonet.

I got a pistol.

I took it off a dead officer.

Hey, why don't we skedaddle out of here?

-You nean desert? -l mean. why don't--?

Just leave this here war to the folks who'd want it.

They say there ain't no war out in California.

MAN: Get that battery over here.

Stragglers, join your regiment. Stragglers. Hey, you!

I'n planning to nove Rousseau's brigade into this area.

Hidden battery, placed well before dawn. Do you approve?

I'll approve any dispositions you wanna make.

If you hadn't held the flank today, we'd have been whipped for fair.

Shernan. let's sit down a ninute. There's sonething l wanna say to you.

Lantern.

GRANT: You may find yourself in comnand here.

SHERMAN: Why?

I've seen some of the dispatches the newspaper correspondents have filed today.

They're saying I was taken by surprise this norning.

You weren't taken by surprise.

I was.

GRANT: No matter.

They're saying...

...l was drunk again last night.

SHERMAN: Were you?

No.

But you can't fight front and rear.

Win or lose, tonorrow...

...l intend to resign.

SHERMAN: Because of the newspapers?

Because of a general lack of confidence in me.

Oh, don't you think I've ever felt like that?

A month ago they were saying I was crazy. lnsane.

Now they're calling ne a hero. A hero or crazy, I'n the sane man.

It doesn't natter what the people think.

It's what you think, Grant.

You mean that's Grant?

I reckon.

General Grant.

You know this war's gonna be won in the West, and how to win it.

Everything you've done proves it.

And l say that a nan has the right to resign only if he's wrong.

Not if he's right.

I guess I never thought of it that way.

I'll think it over.

SHERMAN: What is there to think about?

The Arny's better off with you than without you. That's the test.

All right.

Thanks.

There's a lot to do before norning, Sherman.

ZEB: What are you doing?

[GUNSHOT]

[CHATTERlNG AND HOOVES PATTERlNG]

Why did you nake me do that?

MAN: Fire.

Hey, Zeb!

Didn't you get my letter?

I wrote nore than four nonths ago.

She never was...

...quite the sane after she got the news about Pa.

I don't think she minded going. Zeb, except...

...she wanted to see you again.

Of course Pa ain't really there.

I put up a stone anyway.

Well...

...better be on ny way.

Way? Where?

I need you, Zeb.

Only one thing brought me back.

She's....

Well, this farm is half yours.

I was thinking we'd finally clear away that patch of woods down by the river and....

You're twice the farmer I an. You don't need me.

Farn's all yours. lt's only fair.

Sure don't feel right about this.

What are you gonna do?

I haven't mustered out yet.

I can still transfer to the regulars.

Cavalry, naybe. Go west.

Have to fight lndians?

You sure are hard to nake out. Zeb.

Now, what do you wanna do that for? Do you like fighting?

You remember the story Pa used to tell us about fighting that grizzly bear?

Yeah.

And l asked him, l said. "Well. why'd you get in such a fix?

Do you like fighting grizzlies?"

He said:

[IMITATING RAWLlNGS] "Well. uh. not especially. Uh....

I just wanted to go somewhere and the bear was there first."

[IN NORMAL VOICE] Well, l....

I guess I just wanna go sonewhere too.

-So long. -So long, Zeb.

Even while North and South were being torn apart...

...East and West had been drawn together by the Pony Express...

...the most daring mail route in history.

Eighty riders were in the saddle at all times, night and day, in all weather.

Half of them riding east, half riding west...

...between Missouri and Sacramento...

...carrying mail across country in days instead of months.

Unarmed, they rode to save weight.

Five dollars a letter, the mail cost, and on thin paper too.

It was courage, skill and speed...

...against hostile Indians, bandits, hell and occasional high water.

Even as they rode, men were already building...

...a faster message carrier across the country: the Overland Telegraph.

And the lndians found a new amusement...

...listening to the level tune of the singing wires.

But far less amusing to the lndians...

...was the coming of the steel roadway of the iron horse.

The surveyors' route lay through immense natural barriers, the Rocky Mountains...

...and the equally discouraging High Sierras.

But range upon range could never stop the titanic contest...

...between two corporate giants racing to put down...

...the greatest mileage of track before they met.

The Central Pacific eastward from Sacramento through the Sierras.

And the Union Pacific, forging westward across the plains...

...with the Rockies still to come.

The prize in the race was free land, vast parcels for every mile of track laid.

Land that would one day be worth millions.

MAN 1 : Hold it.

Set it down.

Workers, up.

MAN 2: Where'd you find them?

MAN 3: About a mile back yonder.

MAN 4: That's Johnny Hormatz. MAN 5: That's Jack Perkin.

KlNG: What the hell is this? A picnic?

-Well, the lndians got a couple of our nen-- -Mister, you were the foreman here.

Now you're a tracklayer. Now get back to work. all of you!

Move it!

Fast!

-You. -Yes, sir.

You're the foreman till l can find sonebody better.

-Yes, sir. -Get then at it.

-Wait a ninute. -Move it!

Your nane Jethro Stuart?

MAN: All right. get at it.

Well, Mr. Jethro Stuart, you're hired to hunt buffalo to feed these nen...

...not to stop their work. Why'd you bring these bodies here?

They're railroaders. l thought sonebody in the railroad night be interested.

I'n the railroad and I'n not interested.

You should've buried them, then tracked down the Indians who did it.

Well, Mr. King, like you said. I was hired to hunt...

...not to dig graves or fight Indians.

Those fellas are mostly old soldiers.

You wouldn't think a couple dead men bother them much.

I don't want anything in their thick skulls but their work. Do you understand?

Now, get rid of those bodies. Start tracking those lndians.

You keep forgetting, Mr. King, my job's buffalo.

It was buffalo.

Go to the paymaster and draw your time.

Well, now. that foreman fella, you didn't fire him.

You just took hin down a peg because you needed him.

Who's gonna shoot buffalo? You?

[PIANO PLAYlNG]

[CHATTERlNG]

-What the devil is that? -Milk.

Milk?

The Arny nust've changed since I was in it.

-Just rode in. l'n hungry. -You are. huh?

But you'd rather watch them than eat.

-ls that it? -That's it.

Well, l wish you were as eager to protect this railroad.

Did you get any word about those two nen who were killed today?

I tracked the Arapahos and talked to the chief.

Those nen were a nile off the right-of-way...

...where they had no business, drunk and chasing squaws.

-As nuch their fault as it was the lndians'. -That a fact?

Well, soldier boy, your job is to fight lndians, not to agree with then.

Mr. King, there were 200 Arapahos and l had 20 men.

Now, to ne...

...agreeing seemed wiser than fighting.

To you, huh?

Well, you know, l might just send off a wire to the colonel.

He may not agree.

I already reported. He does agree.

[BOTH SPEAKlNG IN NATIVE LANGUAGE]

Acknowledged and understood. Sergeant.

Trouble. sir?

I don't know.

STUART: Hey, lieutenant.

I got a message: Indians are up to sonething.

You know anything about it?

Chief says railroad busted the agreenent.

Changed the route. cone snack through Arapaho hunting grounds.

-You sure the chief's right? -Plenty sure.

They're getting the war paint ready.

Can you stand there and tell ne...

...that one little change is gonna cost the Arapahos one buffalo.

-Or even one jackrabbit? -Mr. King.

They can be nade to see it differently. Who's hurting then?

What's a railroad anyway? Two tracks and a whistle.

It's not the tracks they're afraid of. It's what the tracks bring.

The buffalo hunters slaughtering off their herds.

And then the settlers coning in.

And when will that be? Twenty, 30 years, maybe?

By then. we'll all be dead.

Right now we're just crossing the land.

That's all. Land that's safe to the Arapahos for our lifetine.

Now, you go talk to then.

Smoke a peace pipe with then. Do anything they want.

Just get them to nake a new agreenent.

That's your job. isn't it? Keeping the peace?

I'll keep the peace. Mr. King...

...but you keep your pronise.

Hear your nane's Rawlings, you're fron Ohio.

Your pa's nane couldn't be Linus Rawlings, could it?

-Could be. -Knew him.

Jethro Stuart.

-He used to speak of you. -Used to?

Pa was killed at Shiloh.

Sit down, Mr. Stuart.

Well, better than dying behind a plow.

I tried it. Settled down for a year once.

Took 1 0 years off my life.

Your na....

She must've been sonething real special getting old Linus to stay put.

She was, Mr. Stuart. Very special.

Old Linus.

Two years running once. Your pa and me trapped together.

Up along the Waunakee.

Got so many beaver, we had to tie them tail-to-tail...

...just to drag them down the nountain.

Over a mile long it was, that line of beaver pelts.

Mr. Stuart, ny father could take the truth and stretch it about six ways.

You sound just like hin.

I'll take it you meant that kindly.

Well, l'd think twice before l called you a liar.

Tell ne something. talking about liars.

Why would a son of old Linus get mixed up with a man like Mike King?

I know what you nean.

-But Mike King isn't the railroad. -Oh?

I don't think he knows that.

He's changing the route back, is he?

No.

I know.

But he'd do anything to gain a day on the Central Pacific.

He's not a fool. He doesn't want a war, and neither do the Arapahos.

I think I could get then to agree to this change in route...

...if I sit down and talk with then for a while.

-How you gonna get them to do it? -That's just it.

I need somebody that knows the language and who they trust.

You wouldn't happen to know soneone like that, would you, Mr. Stuart?

Your pa could set a trap like no nan I ever come across.

Just coax then on and, ban.

[SPEAKING IN NATIVE LANGUAGE]

STUART: You'd better do something so he'll know you're pledging your word.

[WHlSTLE BLOWS]

[GROANS]

That blane whistle's like the crack of doom for all that's natural.

My ma felt a man ought to make his scratch on the land.

Leave it a little different than when he cone.

Anyway, thanks for fixing things with the chief.

Me? l fixed nothing.

You put the words to ny mouth but that won't make then cone true.

Jethro, I said what I had to to keep the peace.

-l know there's a risk. -Risk?

Maybe you don't understand.

You pledged your word back there.

Not mine, not the Army's, not the railroad's.

It's your word told then they'd keep their hunting grounds.

-l think they will. -l think you got your neck stuck out...

...like a prairie chicken waiting for one side or the other to chop it off.

Your pa and me got kicked out of one territory after another...

...with people pouring in, killing off gane, putting up towns.

It ain't gonna stop.

Your treaty's gonna get broke and I don't wanna be around to see it happen.

Look me up when you get your bellyful.

-Where you going? -Heading back to the mountains.

A high lonesone where there ain't no people at all yet.

So long.

By now, the Central Pacific had broken through the wall of the high Sierras...

...and was straining eastward across the flatlands of Nevada.

While the Union Pacific, thanks to its long peace with the Indians...

...was able to keep up pressure just as avidly in the opposite direction.

The competition was exciting, but also costly...

...and both companies were itching to earn money from tracks already laid.

[MAN SPEAKlNG IN FRENCH]

[CHATTERlNG]

MAN: Did the horses ride all right, Jake? -No better than I did.

We'll have to rest them a day before we can start hunting rabbits, nuch less buffalo.

MAN: Just get them to water right away.

You say no buffalo hunter come.

White man, liar.

We scout for you no nore.

Not in our lifetime. you said.

And there they are. The buffalo slaughterers and the settlers.

All right. it's sooner than l figured.

But the railroad's broke. They need noney to keep moving on.

No people, no noney. No money, no railroad.

-lt's as simple as that. -What about the Arapahos?

Just take a look at those people. Half of them straight from Europe.

They'll have a rough time. but they'll make it.

And do you wanna know why they'll make it?

Because they're willing to change their ways.

Arapahos will have to change too. If they don't, they're finished.

I know they have to and soneday the land will be taken over...

...by these farmers with their towns and their cattle.

But not like this.

They don't have to be double-crossed, and l don't have to be a part of it.

You don't, lieutenant?

Well, aren't you forgetting that uniforn?

That's right, Mr. King, l'm forgetting it.

If the Army hasn't got any authority out here. l'n resigning. And now.

I don't see how that's gonna help the Arapahos.

Nothing will help then.

But nothing's gonna stop them.

[GUNSHOTS]

ZEB: Indian attack!

Indian attack! Take cover!

Take a good look.

You wanted a war and you got one. I hope you're the first nan killed in it.

Turn those wagons over!

ZEB: Shoot for the lead horses. Pick off the chief.

Rawlings. try that.

MAN: The Indians are stampeding the buffalo.

Dirty skunks. Come on.

[GUNSHOTS]

I told you there'd be no war.

Look at then.

They've quit.

They'll be back.

They just sent a bunch of aninals to kill an aninal they call the "iron horse."

Well, it's still standing, isn't it?

And nothing's gonna stop it.

[CHILD CRYING]

You think you can live with that?

I can live with it, or I can die with it.

Just listen.

You can live with that?

That?

That ain't crying.

That's just new life going on.

MAN: Pick up this woman and put the rest of the injured in the tent house.

Hey, Merv--

KlNG: The rest of you. back to work. We got a railroad to build.

[WHlSTLE BLOWS]

[HORSE WHlNNlES]

Well....

Looks like you finally got your bellyful.

Hello, Jethro.

Appears you're doing well.

Can't complain.

Creek's loaded with beavers, fighting their way into the trap.

No white men looking over ny shoulder...

...and the lndians are plumb cordial.

Toss your stuff in there. Plenty of roon for two.

Thanks.

You'll be bunking yonder.

Take your bearings now so you can find it when you need it.

If you don't like my snoring, you can build your own cabin.

I'll furnish the ax.

-Thanks. I'n just passing through. -Through to where?

Anywhere you go is like where you've been.

Ain't you lost enough tail feathers back there?

I've been plucked sone.

But that's what I like about this country.

There's always greener grass over the next hill.

Not no more. Not since that damn railroad come.

All the grass is being staked out now. with a lock on it.

Maybe I'll just have to climb a little higher hill to find it.

How about coning along?

You crazy?

Like the lndians say, "These rocks and trees around here feel no call to nove."

Why should I?

Guess l'm not an lndian. Jethro.

But l'm sure not a rock nor a tree.

Man belongs his own kind, like hin or not.

The coming of railroads brought changes in the land through which they passed.

Now immense herds of cattle were driven hundreds of miles to meet the lines...

...bound for markets in the East.

Fences went up, cattle trails were barred...

...and a long and bloody wrangle began between cattlemen and homesteaders.

The law was in the hands of whoever could shoot fast and straight...

...except where there was somebody determined to stand for law.

Others might look on sheep and a shepherd as a pastoral scene.

[GUNSHOT]

Not the cattleman.

To him, sheep destroyed grass, and grass came dear.

And if a man's life were held cheaper than grass...

...it was considered a casualty of war, not a crime.

And, in all this, the man with the star was only one against many.

But time was running out for the reckless ones...

...the desperadoes, the gallop-and-gunshot boys...

...as more and more citizens demanded respect for the law...

...and showed themselves ready to fight to uphold it.

And the raw new towns that sprung up in the West began to dream...

...of becoming as refined as that one-time hooligan city by the Golden Gate.

San Francisco was now respectable.

So sophisticated, in fact, it even had mansions up for auction.

MAN: Two thousand dollars.

Two thousand dollars.

Is that your last bid?

Ladies and gentlenen. this trophy is solid gold and fully inscribed.

"Mr. Cleve Van Valen, president. San Francisco-Kansas City Railroad."

It's a treasure he held dear to his heart.

Do I hear $3000 for this priceless possession?

Priceless, my foot.

We used it for a doorstop.

-Twenty-five hundred. -Twenty-five hundred dollars.

Twenty-five hundred dollars.

Twenty-five hundred? Sold $2500.

It's a sad day, Lilith.

Sad?

We made and spent three fortunes together.

What's so sad about that?

And if he'd lived a little longer, we would've made and spent another.

-l beg your pardon, Mrs. Van Valen. -What?

The chair, it's been sold. I'n sorry.

Well then. take it. Quit apologizing and take it.

Thank you, madam.

If there'd been some other way to pay off the debts....

It doesn't natter.

I've got two things no one can ever take fron ne:

This and ny land in Arizona.

Lilith, l don't want to dash any hopes...

...but that ranch is nearly worthless.

Well, it's there, isn't it?

Yes. but nost of the cattle have been sold off or stolen.

-l'll get cattle. -You'll need someone to work it.

-Someone to manage it for you. -l'll get that too.

Who?

My nephew. He's a narshal out there sonewhere.

Now, Lilith. at your age, it might be kind of rough.

Rough?

My ma and pa were killed going down the river just looking for land.

I guess I got a little of that Prescott blood in me after all.

Pa?

Is Aunt Lilith's house on Nob Hill as high as that?

I don't know. son.

On our way home. you ask your aunt Lilith. She'll tell you.

Honey? Do you think you'll know her?

-What? -You aunt Lilith.

-Do you think you'll recognize her? -Sure.

Zeb? What's the matter?

Nothing.

Come on.

Thank you.

-Ma'am, are you our great-aunt Lilith? -lf you're Zeb's children, l an.

-Lilith. -Zeb.

Zeb Rawlings.

Oh, goodness.

I swore up and down l wasn't gonna cry.

You're just as pretty as Ma said you was.

I'd like you to neet ny wife, Julie.

Pleased to neet you.

I'n pleased to neet you too.

I just can't tell you how pleased.

This here's Eve. underneath all the jam.

-Come on and neet San now. -Sam?

San's our horse. He could pull two wagons if he wanted.

Oh, well, if you'll excuse ne, I have ny orders to neet San.

Come on.

-Oh, just a minute now, boys. -But he's on the other side.

LlNUS: Cone on. PRESCOTT: Okay.

LlNUS: Cone on. LlLITH: Just a ninute.

I think this neans a whole lot to her.

You have no idea how much it means to ne...

...to be able to settle down to a life of peace and quiet.

I'll get the luggage.

[MAN CACKLlNG]

MAN: Hello, boys.

Jake.

Ton.

Pablo.

Zeb. Let's go.

Now, narshal, don't tell ne you cone all the way to Gold City just to meet me?

I hardly expected it.

And the beautiful-- Mrs. Rawlings?

What a pleasure.

I envy you, narshal. A well-favored, bright-eyed wife...

...just as dazzling as that sun up there.

Makes you almost thankful, don't it?

It nakes a person wanna live.

[SPEAKS IN SPANlSH]

That's Charlie Gant.

I thought you said he was in Montana.

Zeb?

I'n just gonna get the luggage, that's all.

See to the rooms, will you, Julie?

-Prescott. take care of the horses. -Yes, sir.

-Linus, help your mother. -Yes, sir.

Anything wrong, Julie?

No. No. nothing.

Come on. Eve.

-Lou. -Zeb.

Got a ninute?

Of course I got a minute.

Here.

MAN: Now, I urge you, most respectfully to peruse the--

-Cigar? -No, thanks.

Well, what can I do for you?

Go ahead, nane it.

I saw Gant get off the train this morning.

There were three nen waiting for hin.

That's why you're here, huh?

That's it.

Look. there ain't a thing we can do...

...to keep Charlie Gant from going where he wants to in this territory.

I know. I know what he was...

...but that's over now.

It was over the day his brother got--

Should've killed then both that day, but....

Well, you didn't. There ain't a thing l can do about it now.

What's he doing here, Lou? Ain't you even curious?

Well, what do you want ne to do? Run hin out of town at the point of a gun?

Do you think we still put the law inside a holster here?

Look over there, Zeb. There's the law.

With all its writs and decrees and....

-We abide by that circuit judge now. -How nany get killed meantine?

Nobody's got killed. Nobody's going to.

Doc Holliday, the Clantons, the Youngers....

-They're all gone now. -Charlie Gant ain't gone.

You get me a warrant. I'll get you Gant.

Lou? They want three guards in the wagon with the gold shipnent tomorrow.

-Three? -This is a big one. Over $1 00,000 worth.

I'll take Clayton and Sims with ne, all right?

Well?

Well what?

Doesn't that mean anything to you?

-lt means we put on a three-nan guard. -To the train.

What happens then?

You know there's gold going out here every nonth or so.

There hasn't been a train robbery since Jesse Janes was killed.

MAN: Now, if the councilors wish to have a conference, we'll have one.

Zeb.

I don't want any trouble here now. We've been friends a long tine.

As a friend...

...l'd like you to leave town.

Boys, get back from there.

Look down there. son.

-Do you know how deep that shaft is? -Uh-uh.

That's a thousand foot deep.

Do you know how deep a thousand foot is?

Uh-uh.

Well, if you had 200 brothers, all standing on your shoulders...

-...you wouldn't be able to see over the top. -l'd be squished.

Come on. I'll show you boys the donkey engine.

You boys go ahead. I'll be along in a minute.

I hear you've been talking to the local narshal about ne.

-Would you call that friendly? -l never considered us exactly friendly.

I don't like you, marshal.

I don't like what you and your kind are doing to this country.

Now, l don't want any trouble.

But you wanna put things on the old basis, just you and me?

That's fine.

I'n not gonna get in a fight with you, Gant.

It's peace you want. huh, narshal?

Peace?

There's only one kind I know of.

That's the kind ny brother's got.

What happened to your brother didn't teach you very much, did it?

Easy, marshal.

Floyd never nade nistakes...

...except the one tine he trusted you.

And you're the one that got away.

One of these days, l'm likely to pay you Rawlingses a little visit.

[IMITATES GUNSHOTS]

[GANT CACKLlNG]

MAN 1 : Come on. nove along.

Get those gold boxes up there.

MAN 2: That's a lot of gold.

MAN 1 : Come on. keep noving, boys.

Zeb?

Lou Ransey's here.

Lou.

-l warned you, Zeb. -What is it?

Gant cane to see me last night.

Said you tried to start sone trouble with him.

You believe him?

I'n telling you, Zeb, you take your trouble to your own territory.

I don't want any more of it here.

There won't be any nore trouble. Lou. Gant's gone.

Rode out of here early this norning.

With who?

ZEB: His gang.

They should be somewhere between here and Kingnan...

...waiting on that train.

You don't fool me for a minute, Zeb.

You are not looking for a robbery, you're looking for Gant.

You still carry lead where he shot you. That was Texas.

And Oklahona, where you killed Floyd. And now this.

I'n sorry, Julie...

...but l don't want my office to be any part of this.

Zeb?

The boys have got the tean hitched.

ZEB: I know.

It's alnost time to go.

Zeb?

-Julie. -No one's asking you to face Gant.

No one's naking you.

We could ride out of here right now. We could forget it.

Maybe there's sonething you haven't told ne.

Is there. Zeb?

I'n asking you not to go.

Please.

Don't go.

Sorry, Julie.

I guess there's nothing more pigheaded in a nan than his sense of honor.

They're all the same, every one of then.

You take ny Cleve now.

Never could turn down a poker gane.

Felt duty-bound to go.

Three nights running sonetines, but he wouldn't quit...

...not if his life depended on it. He--

I guess it isn't very funny.

PRESCOTT: Ma?

Where's Pa?

LlLITH: Out. That's where he is. -What's the matter with Mon?

Nothing's the matter. Come on. now, in the other roon.

-What's the matter? LlLITH: Come on, we're gonna play.

That's a good girl. That's better.

LlNUS: What's the matter with Mana? -Nothing's the matter.

Do you know any ganes?

PRESCOTT: We know tag. LlNUS: Musical chairs.

- Ugh. Tag. -l know hide-and-seek.

Well, do you know how to play poker?

-Poker? -Poker?

You're in luck. Sit down right there. Now, come on, sit down. That's it.

But we don't know how to play poker.

Well, it's tine you learned.

First, we'll start off with a little five-card stud.

I'll take that rifle, Zeb.

Your pistol too.

Sorry, Lou.

I just can't oblige.

Thought the law wouldn't let you use that anynore.

I'll use it if l have to.

I'n going out of here. Lou, and l'm taking this with me.

To kill Gant.

That's what you think, isn't it?

It's sonething personal between hin and me.

Well, Lou. it could be...

...if I settle down with my fanily and wait for hin to come.

And he'll come if l don't stop hin here and now.

I'n gonna catch Gant red-handed, breaking the law...

...and then I'n gonna use the law to put hin away once and for all.

The law, Lou.

I'n gonna use the law...

...but l haven't got nuch chance without your help.

How nany men in the caboose?

Just one brakenan.

-ls he armed? -No, never has been.

I'll be in the express car.

Thanks, Lou.

Marshal? There's sone riders up ahead.

ZEB: I'll take a look.

Engineer. there's a barricade ahead!

Open it up, wide open.

Zeb!

Come on. Come on.

GANT: Everyone nake it? -Frenchy's horse fell.

-l don't think he made it. -Well, let's move.

It's a long way from here to that gold.

There's no danger. Just keep going.

It's Rawlings.

[YELLS]

Back this train up!

And fast!

[GANT CACKLES]

How come we're leaving so early, Pa?

ZEB: We got a long way to go, son.

Here.

Auntie, when we going to your house?

Your daddy will decide when we get to your home.

Auntie, can we take San with us?

I think Sam is taking us.

Pa, how much further is it to Aunt Lilith's ranch?

Well, son, it's around the next bend, the next bend...

-...and the valley beyond. -Oh.

[HUMMlNG "HOME lN THE MEADOW"]

-Aunt Lilith. do you know that song? LlNUS: That's our song.

Your song?

I sang that song long before your pa was ever born.

[SINGlNG "HOME lN THE MEADOW"]

Come on.

Zeb.

The West that was won by its pioneers, settlers, adventurers is long gone now.

Yet it is theirs forever.

For they left tracks in history that will never be eroded by wind or rain...

...never plowed under by tractors, never buried in the compost of events.

Out of the hard simplicity of their lives, out of their vitality...

...their hopes and their sorrows...

...grew legends of courage and pride...

...to inspire their children and their children's children.

From soil enriched by their blood...

...out of their fever to explore and build...

...came lakes where once were burning deserts...

...came the goods of the earth, mines and wheat fields...

...orchards and great lumber mills...

...all the sinews of a growing country.

Out of their rude settlements, their trading posts, came cities...

...to rank among the great ones of the world.

All the heritage of a people free to dream...

...free to act, free to mold their own destiny.

[ENGLISH SDH]