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Fool cow!

Spent the best part of the afternoon looking for you.

You ain't got no better sense

than to keep getting yourself lost.

I've a mind to let you stay lost!

With that junk you've been eating,

no telling what your milk'll taste like.

Come on.

We'll be late for...

Supper.

You wait here, Bess.

Ma! Pa!

Ma! Ma!

Ma!

Why do you fight me?

Have you not eyes to see that this is none of my doing?

The evil ones used guns. I have only arrows.

The tracks were made by white men's horses,

not by the Indian pony.

There is much to do.

I will help you.

Your mother was a brave woman.

What was her name?

Lily.

Pa used to say she was prettier

than the lilies of the field.

She was always toilin'.

Then she'd laugh.

Seems like she was always laughing at Pa.

Lawrence. Ben and Lily Lawrence.

They call me Ocheo.

I'm Rod.

Where are your people?

None besides?

It is not good to be alone.

When I was a boy,

I lived in the lodges of my father's people,

the Cheyenne,

and made war on my white brothers.

But always more came...

And their guns were stronger medicine than our arrows.

I spoke for peace...

and at times, there was peace.

Then I rode with the Pony Soldiers.

I carried the words of the white father

to my Indian brothers.

When war came again,

the Cheyennes were my enemies.

Now I have no enemies.

But I have no friends.

There is no welcome for me

at any fire but my own.

It is not good.

Do not grieve for them.

They are together.

This land is my lodge.

I follow the game and make camp

with the deer and the beaver.

Will you share my fire with me?

For tonight.

Tomorrow, I've got to go hunting for them.

The small one has a big hate,

but he cannot set out until his hands have healed,

and there is much to learn

before he follows the trail of evil men.

Come.

Lily and Ben Lawrence. Did you do that?

The flowers? Yes.

What about the marker?

No.

Huh.

Sort of makes you wonder.

I mean, an old grave

and a fresh-carved marker.

Somebody who remembered them came back.

A friend, maybe.

Yeah, and a sentimental little girl named Mandy McCrae.

Sentimental I maybe be,

but I'm 17, not...

I know, I know.

But lately you've been mooning around here

like a 10-year-old with spring fever.

I'm not mooning around.

There's something special about this place.

D-do you feel it?

No. No, I can't say that I do.

The first time I came here, I felt...

Oh... I don't know how to say it,

but, well, as if I'd been coming toward it all of my life,

as if something wonderful was going to happen here.

I'll hate to leave it.

Well, I wouldn't worry about that.

At least not until Mrs. Elliott has her baby,

and it doesn't seem to be in any hurry to look at this world.

Ah, but it's a wonderful world,

full of sunlight and the smell of woods...

and venison for supper.

Your venison might taste like venison,

but with Wooster doing the cooking,

this is gonna taste like old shoe leather.

Is that a hint, Mr. McCullough?

That's a plea, Miss Mandy.

Mr. Flint McCullough, sir, may we have the honor

of your presence for supper this evening?

It'd be my pleasure, Miss McCrae.

I'll be the envy of all those boys

that have been coming to court you.

Oh! But you already are.

I've told them all I'm...

just waiting for you to grow up.

You wait long enough, and I'm just liable to make it.

Yes, there are many wagons making camp below.

But there's something you should see.

Why?

It is time for you

to learn the ways of your people.

You said such a thing once before,

four summers past.

We went together to a village,

where men seek yellow stones

called gold.

Do you remember?

Yes, I remember.

I remember well how it was,

a place of evil where men worship

a colored wheel that spins with a ball in it.

The women color their faces with paint

and dance like pleasure slaves.

It was a lean winter,

and in the store a man gave us

too little for what we took to trade.

I would not welcome ones such as those.

It is said among my people

that no man judge another

until he walks in his moccasins for one moon.

These are good men.

They can teach you much

about the ways of your people.

It would be the wish of your father and mother

that you go among them.

And is it your wish?

It will be as you say.

That's gonna be good and tender.

Fresh meat, huh?

Yeah.

Where are you off to?

Well, we're gonna be stuck here for a couple of days.

I thought I'd just ride into Truckee and see Bill Dashwood.

You boys, I'm sure, can handle everything.

Your only problems will be small ones, shall we say.

That little cuss sure isn't very anxious to get born, is he?

Don't you worry, Major, we'll handle everything,

the doctor and all.

You'll take care of the doctor.

All right, I'll do the doctor.

Well, between you, I'm sure you can handle it.

See you later, boys.

So long.

Where you going with that meat?

Oh, well, uh, I...

I've been invited tonight, Charlie.

What's the matter with my cooking?

Well, I just want this venison

to taste like venison.

It is venison.

You're real new on the train, aren't you?

Joined up couple days ago.

My name's Cullen.

Jason Elliott.

This is Pete Galt.

Hello, Jason.

Howdy, Miss Mandy.

I've been, uh, wondering about your name.

Mandy, hmm?

That's a pretty name for a pretty girl.

My name's Peter Galt,

but you being kind of special, you can call me Pete.

And you can call me Miss McCrae, Mr. Galt.

Reckon she don't know you got a way with the women.

One skirmish don't settle a war.

Talk on the train has it

her pa's carrying plenty of money.

Well.

No harm in combining business and pleasure.

Evening, Mr. McCrae.

Well, Flint, I've been expecting you.

Mandy told me you were bringing some fresh meat for supper.

Well, sit down. Sit down.

Thank you.

She'll be back directly.

Went off to watch the sunset

from some special place she fancies.

Why don't you finish that tune you were playing?

Sounded real nice.

Well, all right.

Fact is, I think I like your playing

just about as well as I like Mandy's cooking.

I'll take care of him, Mandy.

What do you think you're doing?

He doesn't mean any harm!

You ask me, we can expect trouble.

He was scouting us,

as mean of looking Indian as I've ever seen.

MANDY: He wasn't!

I wouldn't worry about it, Mr. Galt.

I scouted the area pretty well.

All I saw was signs of a few strays.

Probably just a lonely Paiute who got curious.

Oh, and by the way,

I wouldn't be quite so quick with a gun next time.

If you shoot every Indian you run across,

you're liable to start a full-scale war.

And you, Miss McCrae, I don't want you

wandering around in the woods anymore by yourself.

Now, you listen to me! You listen to me.

McCRAE: Flint knows what's best for you, Mandy.

I don't know what the fuss is about.

Nothing happened.

It's not what happened that bothers me.

It's what might have happened.

ELLIOTT: Mandy brought you some broth, honey.

MRS. ELLIOTT: I don't feel like eating.

You've got to try.

Look, I know it's hard,

but think of the baby.

Since when did you think of the baby...

Or me either, for that matter!

You and your dreams of California.

That's all that really mattered.

Taking me away from my home

and family and friends with a baby coming...

We can pull out at Truckee

and turn back, if that's what you want.

I'll take you home again.

You'd do that?

Stop it, Abel, stop it!

You've been leading me on ever since

I first set eyes on you.

Dead wrong!

Leave her alone, Buckley.

Stay out of this. Ain't no concern of yours.

I said leave her alone!

Fight!

Fight!

All right, everybody, get back to your wagons.

It's all over.

What's going on, Bill?

Mr. Buckley here didn't understand

how we take care of our women on the train,

but I think he understands now.

Might as well cool off, Buckley.

We've been traveling together a long time,

and maybe we're getting kind of edgy,

but we're almost there,

so there's no sense fighting among ourselves.

Mm, something sure smells good.

I be of any help?

No, thanks.

Look, I'm sorry if I spoke kind of sharp to you today.

I apologized to your father.

All right, then.

♪ You oughta see my Mandy ♪

♪ She comes from way down south

♪ And she's so sweet the honeybees ♪

♪ They swarm around her mouth ♪

♪ I'll marry you someday ♪

♪ I wish I were an apple ♪

♪ A-hanging on a tree ♪

♪ And every time I will go past ♪

♪ She'd take a bite of me ♪

♪ Git along home, home, Cindy ♪

♪ Git along home, home, Cindy ♪

♪ Git along home, home, Cindy ♪

♪ I'll marry you someday ♪

♪ I'll marry you someday ♪

What song is that?

I don't know.

I heard a man and a woman singing it.

Where there are women there is always singing.

The women there are thicker than blackbirds,

and noisier, too.

The young men quarrel over their smiles,

and hurting words are said in anger.

They're quick to fight,

and the games of their children

are games of killing.

My son, soon all of this

will be swallowed up by the white man.

Our way of life is passing.

The time will come when you must go back to your people.

You are my people.

I need no one else.

You will.

It troubles me that you see only evil among your people.

Perhaps you see only what you want to see.

I would have you return to them

and seek out the leaders of the train.

I would have you follow in their tracks.

If you wanted to give somebody a present,

what thing would you give?

Man or woman?

Woman.

Young?

Tell me about her.

I've only seen her twice.

Then you know all you need to know.

When I was a man old enough to seek a wife,

I went to the wickiup of One-Eye,

whose daughter was called Dove Woman,

and the ground before the wickiup

was heaped with the trophies of many warriors.

I brought only a handful of flowers

from the high rock above the snowline.

All the camp laughed at the foolish Cheyenne

who came to win a woman with just a handful of flowers.

But she took the flowers

and would have none other.

How did you know to bring her flowers?

I knew all about her,

as she knew about me,

from the first look.

It is so with people who belong to each other.

We were man and wife from the day we were born.

My heart was her heart.

Her death...

was my death.

Those are moccasin tracks, all right.

So our nocturnal visitor was an Indian.

Yeah. First time I ever knew of an Indian

leaving flowers when he came to call,

but he walks like one,

and the belt he left was definitely Paiute.

Mandy, looks like you got yourself

a very special kind of beau.

You know, Charlie, this fellow's half pack-rat.

Every time he takes something,

he leaves something in return.

Pretty fair exchange.

You sure you was awake all night?

Listen, that Indian comes and goes like a ghost.

Well, he don't eat like no ghost.

He made off with Mandy's cornbread breakfast.

Come to think of it,

that was in broad daylight,

and you didn't even see it.

It might solve all of our problems

if you'd let him sample some of this poison you call coffee.

And another thing.

A man that can come and go

through our guards the way he does

ain't exactly harmless, you know.

Yeah.

Oh! Do that all the time.

Hoecake?

Mm-hmm. Be ready in five minutes.

I'll fix your supper as soon as I take this to Mary Elliott.

Here, let me.

Only a sample now.

The rest is for supper.

Well.

They're mighty pretty...

but not nearly so tasty as hoecake.

Oh, he's been here within the last five minutes!

Here, I'll get Flint.

Mm.

I am a sight to behold.

Truly, you are a fox at trading,

or your...

or your people are good and generous.

There's cash on this train,

plenty of it.

Appears to be the right time

to make a pile and cut a new trail.

How do you figure?

Well, lots of folks, the Buckleys, for instance,

keep it hid in their wagon.

As I figure it, we take the money

and the Indian takes the blame.

It's perfect.

FLINT: Those fresh flowers, Mandy?

Yes.

Did you get them the same way?

Yes, on the steps this morning.

That means that he was here last night.

What happened?

Mr. Buckley's had his strongbox broken into

and his money taken.

Are you sure it was the same man?

Well, I wasn't, until I saw his calling card.

And yet there's something about this pattern

that just doesn't seem to fit.

This time he didn't leave anything,

and the second thing is

I don't see why an Indian should want money.

He wouldn't do a thing like that.

Just because a man leaves you flowers in the morning,

that doesn't mean that he's a saint.

There were moccasin tracks leading away

from Buckley's wagon, Mandy.

Yeah, but there was something odd about those tracks.

Yeah. You know this fellow knows

all the Indian tricks in the book.

The trail disappears ten yards away from the wagons.

I'm sorry, Mandy.

Before it was kind of a game,

but this time a man's life savings are involved.

Next time your friend shows up,

he's gonna have to answer a lot of questions.

Let's double the guard tonight.

Right. Bye.

I've been waiting for you.

I thought that you would come again.

They were your people.

I knew it! I knew you weren't an Indian.

They were killed very near here.

By Indians?

No.

By white men.

Putting the flowers there was a good thing,

a gentle thing.

I'm called Rod.

My name's Mandy, Mandy McCrae.

Mandy McCrae.

"That has the sound of music,

"and her sunny locks land on her temples

like golden fleece."

Why, that's Shakespeare.

Have you read it?

In school...

but where did you learn The Merchant of Venice?

For many winters past,

I read from a book of my mother's.

I did not know the meaning of the words until I saw you.

Uh...

I-I thought you might be hungry.

I'm always hungry

when I smell your cooking.

There's much!

Well, you can take it home with you.

Ocheo will be pleased.

Ocheo?

He's one of great age.

He chose me for a son,

although I'm not of his blood.

He taught me all he knows,

but still I'm not so wise as he.

I think it would be wise if you didn't go down

to the wagon train again.

Why?

They're looking for you.

Why?

Because they think you've stolen.

I did not steal.

I pay for what I take.

The things you left behind,

well, some people say they have no value,

but up until now it was a kind of game.

But after the money was taken... Money?

I have no need of money.

The money's gone, a man's life savings.

You see, after they found the moccasin tracks,

it was just like...

I did not steal any money.

You forgot this.

I have nothing to give you in exchange for it.

Don't be silly. It's a present.

Oh. And the little lady

will not say that I stole it?

The little lady

wishes to continue acting like a lady,

but she may change her mind

if you keep acting like a fool.

Do you believe I would do such a thing?

Would I be here if I did?

Not since the days when Dove Woman made meals for me

have I tasted anything like this.

I shall have to send her a present

the next time you see her.

I shall go no more.

Has the wagon train gone?

I should like to see

the eyes of the young one

when he speaks to me.

Money was taken from a wagon.

There are those who say that I stole it.

Why?

Because I went to the wagons in darkness,

and I went as the fox.

But always, I left payment for what I took.

Okay, my son, I want you

to go back to the camp of the white man.

I want you to seek out the man called Flint

and tell him all of this truly,

as you've told me here.

It shall be as you wish, Ocheo.

Thank you, Miss Mandy.

Mighty good.

Tasty, but a mite weak, though.

Oh, I don't know, Charlie.

Not much more a man could ask for, really.

Good hot coffee, a warm fire, and some good friends.

Say, how 'bout a little song, huh?

That's a pretty good idea.

Have you got your harmonica?

I'll go get it.

Good.

Now, that's what I really call coffee,

wouldn't you say, Bill? This is real good, for a change.

Galt.

What do you think you're doing?

Go on, double back.

How'd it happen, Keller?

He must've come on the Indian.

Galt and I heard the shots,

saw the Indian bending over McCrae.

I got in a couple shots

at him as he ran.

Galt went after him.

Father!

Flint, I want by!

You can't do any good.

It's my fault.

It's all my fault.

If you're gonna blame somebody, blame me.

I sent him after that harmonica.

You don't understand.

I've seen him. I've talked to him.

The Indian?

He's not an Indian.

His name is Rod Lawrence.

I should've told you then.

If I had...

maybe my father'd still be alive.

Bill?

Take care of her, will you?

I got some tracking to do.

I'm looking for the man called Flint.

Your name Lawrence?

Are you Flint?

Yes.

I've come to talk to you.

We've got a lot to talk about.

There's the killer! Let's get him!

All right, people.

Anything you've got in mind, just forget it!

But he's the killer!

He's the one that took the money!

Keep out of it, lady.

You've got a tender heart, McCullough.

Now, if anything's settled, it'll be in Truckee.

McCullough's right.

Let's handle this legal-like.

Charlie, take him to the major's wagon.

I'll talk with you later.

All right, you people, get back to your wagons!

Thanks for the help, Keller.

Nothing you couldn't handle by yourself.

Just wanted you to know we'd be ready to stand guard duty.

Thanks.

You look after the Indian.

He gets away, we stand to lose a pile.

How do you figure?

Major's banker for half the people on this train.

Why push our luck?

A man who don't push it, don't deserve it.

Come on.

And you came here to tell me

that you didn't take the money?

Yes.

Well, I believe you.

And I don't think you killed McCrae,

but I'm the only one that thinks that.

Perhaps you can help me.

An Indian was seen leaving the wagon,

but his moccasins do not leave

the same tracks as yours.

The Indian you live with,

would he place any value

on the money of the white man?

You speak as a friend,

but you accuse one

who hasn't an evil thought.

I don't accuse. I only ask for help.

Flint!

Come quick, it's Mrs. Elliott.

Her baby's coming. Well, where's Hawkes?

He's with Mr. Elliott. Come on, get some water.

You stay right here and keep an eye on him.

Yes, sir.

I can guard him good.

Hey, how 'bout a little two-handed?

You don't play cards, huh?

Too bad. I'll have to tie you up.

WOOSTER: I just can't figure it out,

a nice-looking young fella like you

going around stealing.

And he won't even play cards!

In fact, you won't even talk.

Now, get going. Why do you do this?

The way I see it, if you did kill McCrae,

you wouldn't have come back here.

I don't think you did do it,

but the law may not see it that way,

even if you get to Truckee alive,

so I'm gonna give you a break.

I'll remember it. Don't stand here talking.

Get moving, and this time, uh...

don't come back.

You got away.

You got away and you came here.

That was foolish.

I'm gonna call for Flint,

and you're not gonna move until he gets here.

They said the man that was killed was your father.

You've got to know that it wasn't I that killed him.

Why?

Where is the young one called Rod?

Go! Go on! Go quickly!

We heard the shots and came running,

just in time to see them headed for the woods.

I winged one of 'em.

I guess I was wrong about him.

Any sign of Wooster? Maybe he went after them.

It's just like that old goat. Yeah.

You look after the train.

Those two have got a camp up there somewhere.

I'm gonna find it.

We must talk.

I have to stop the bleeding.

The bleeding is inside. You cannot stop it.

I leave you in bad trouble, my son.

You are being hunted,

among them the two

who have done these evil things.

I will kill those two. No.

I know what is in your heart.

Once...

many winters past,

I too was mad with a grief...

that is in you now.

A wagon of supplies belonging

to the Pony Soldiers was ambushed,

the driver killed,

the wagon burned.

Then the soldiers came upon a Paiute village

where there were only women and children.

The braves were out hunting.

The soldiers believed that the evil

was of the Paiute doing.

The soldier leader was young and rash.

He ordered the village burned as a lesson.

When the women and children

tried to stop this,

they were shot down.

Among them...

were Dove Woman

and my son.

With this knife,

I killed a woman and child,

his woman, his child,

but his pain did not stop mine.

For more winters than you have lived, my son,

this knife has been in my heart.

I have been what I am,

a brother to the fox,

to the crow,

because I do not belong...

to the world of men.

You must go back to your own kind, my son.

Seek out a good man and follow him.

You've been like my blood father

since the first time we camped together.

I don't want to be different than you.

You must be better.

A man wants his son to do right

where he did wrong.

I...

bid you long life...

without loneliness, my son.

May he drink his reward from thy ever-flowing spring.

May he wander through thy never-ending,

game-filled trails.

And may there he find his loved ones.

ROD: Make no sign that I am here.

Only listen.

Last night, a man helped me to escape,

a white man.

He is called Keller.

But he's been gone all night searching for you.

And the other one?

Galt?

They rode out together.

In which direction?

That way.

I will find them.

Why?

To kill them.

Tell your people this.

When Ocheo came to find me,

he saw these men in a wagon.

They were stealing and making it seem

as if I had stolen,

and because he saw them, he was killed,

as your father was killed.

Come with me, Rod.

We'll find Hawkes and Flint

and when we tell them... No.

Such men as these killed my parents long ago.

Ocheo would not let me follow them

because I was too young.

Listen to me.

He stopped you once before,

and he'd stop you again if he could.

I must live my own way,

not Ocheo's, and not yours.

Rod?

Rod!

Ow! Oh, my head, my head, my head.

What happened? What happened?

Oh! Oh!

My head.

Blood.

Oh!

You been drinking again?

What's the matter with you?

I've been laying under that wagon half dead all night.

The last thing I remember I was guarding a prisoner,

and somebody hit me over the head. Look, blood.

Oh! I said look. Don't touch it.

Here it is broad daylight.

Been under there all night.

I might've died, and nobody even known it.

Don't anybody miss me around here?

I thought it was kind of quiet for a change.

Major'd been here, I bet he'd have found me.

You ought to be glad he isn't here,

with the prisoner and all that money gone.

Oh, not the money! Oh...

Now, wait a minute, Flint.

Later, Charlie.

Next time there's any guarding

done around here, I'll do it.

I got business with Keller... They're not back yet.

Back from where?

They figured they could cut that Indian off upstream.

They're pretty clever. They got us all fooled.

MANDY: Flint, you gotta stop him!

Stop who?

Rod! He's gone after Keller and Galt!

We'd better be moving on.

Take cover, you fool!

Keller?

Keller!

Keller!

It's him you want, not me.

That's the truth!

It was all his idea,

about me wearing the moccasins

and putting the blame on you.

This is the knife of Ocheo,

who was killed.

Which did the killing?

He shot the Indian.

Always too fast with a gun.

I never would've harmed an old man.

I swear.

Then you'll be the first.

When Ocheo and I made camp together,

we killed for meat or to keep warm,

and for no other reason.

But you deserve to die.

Oh, no!

They deserve to die.

Not by your hand.

Put down the knife.

You would protect such as these?

Maybe I protect the way of Ocheo.

What do you know of Ocheo?

Just what I heard you say.

If you kill these,

you destroy what is left of him.

And you would spare them?

They'll be alive and in shape to stand trial

when we get to Truckee.

I'll get the horses.

Well, they won't get away this time, Charlie.

I'm sure glad you brought Keller and Galt back.

Leastwise now I know who I'm guarding.

I was beginning to think your guarding was about as bad as your cooking.

Oh, you don't mean that.

Just think, they had all that money

in their saddlebags all the time.

Flint, you all right?

Oh, yes. I'm all right, Miss McCrae.

And Rod.

What about Rod?

Well, he just sort of disappeared.

He kind of got swallowed up by the night.

Oh.

I guess he went back to his own world.

He didn't want anything from us.

Mandy.

Ocheo said I was to find the good ones among you

and follow in their path.

He meant the men like the one called Flint,

and he meant you.

Come with us now.

ADAMS: Wagons, ho!