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Don't go, Jeb.

Jeb!

Jeb, you ready?

They're waiting for me.

Well, let 'em wait.

Don't go.

I don't like leaving you. You know that, Sarah.

But those Indians have got to be kept in their place.

A show of force is the only thing that'll do that.

Those are Walt Archer's words, not yours.

Why do you listen to him and his prejudice?

Because he's right.

Jeb!

Comin', Walt!

I'll be back before morning.

Folks sure do a lot of letter-writing, Major.

It wouldn't hurt you none to scribble a line or two yourself once in a while,

'cept I don't know anybody would want to hear from you.

I always pay my respects in person.

Well, don't waste any time paying your respects to any of those Evansville women.

You just get that mail in there and get yourself back here,

you understand?

Think you can get along without me?

Well, we'll try real hard.

Okay. Take care, Wooster.

Hey, don't forget my gumdrops!

Wagons, ho!

Hello?

Hello.

That's far enough.

It's pretty wet out. I'm just looking for some shelter.

Who are you? Flint McCullough. I ride scout for a wagon train.

What wagon train?

The one I'd have caught up with in a couple of hours

if this storm hadn't broken.

I took our mail to Evansville. I was on my way back.

We don't want any strangers around here.

It's kind of wet out,

but a man's got no call to stay where he's not wanted.

Hold it a minute.

Can you prove who you are?

Yeah.

My discharge papers.

Confederate cavalry, huh?

Yeah. Been scouting for wagon trains ever since.

Sorry to be so rough on you, McCullough.

We're being real careful around here since we had some trouble a while back.

I understand.

My name's Jeb Drummond.

Glad to know you, Mr. Drummond.

I don't mean to put you out any.

I'm just looking for a place to spend the night out of the rain.

The barn here will do fine.

Well, you can put your horse in the end stall.

All right. Come on.

Oh, Mr. Drummond, if it wouldn't put you out any,

I'd be willing to pay you for a bite to eat.

I don't know about that.

My wife hasn't been feeling very good,

and she's kind of skittish about strangers.

Well, I've got some hardtack in my saddlebags.

I can make that do.

How far you ride? Day and a half.

I'll go on in and see if she's got any supper leftovers fit to eat.

You go ahead and unsaddle your horse before you come in the house.

That'll give me a chance to let her know it's all right.

Thanks. I'd appreciate it.

That you, Jeb?

Yeah, Sarah, it's me.

Dump this out for me, will you?

I've told you not to lift anything heavy. I'll do it.

You've got your own work to do.

Got any of that fatback and grits left over?

Yeah, some. Why? Still hungry?

No, not me. Stranger out in the barn.

Scout with a wagon train. Seems like a nice fella.

No need for him to come in the house to eat.

I could take it out to the barn if you'd feel better about it.

No, that's all right. Maybe he's come all the way from back East.

Might be kind of nice to talk to somebody like that.

Oh, Jeb, do you always have to look at the front of me that way?

I'm sorry, Sarah.

Maybe I get tired of looking at your back.

Thank you.

Mr. McCullough, this is my wife Sarah.

Mr. McCullough. How do you do, Mrs. Drummond?

Now, I don't mean to put you to any bother.

My goodness, no, it's no bother. We like company.

My husband tells me you're a scout with a wagon train.

That's right.

What part of back east do you come from?

All the way from St. Joe. St. Joe? Well, what do you know about that?

I'm from Springfield, myself.

Born and raised right there in Missouri.

You never know, do you?

I haven't seen anybody from back east for...

well, not since Jeb and I moved out here, five years ago.

You gonna stand there and let this man starve to death?

No, I have no business jabbering on like this when you're hungry.

Now, you just sit right down here,

and I'll have it ready for you in just a minute.

Thank you, ma'am.

Drink, McCullough?

Uh, no thanks, not just now.

Not a drinkin' man?

Oh, no, I didn't say that.

Nothing wrong with a little drink.

Helps a man see things different... for a while.

Sometimes that ain't a bad idea out here in this country.

Here, I hope it's to your liking.

Looks mighty good to me. Thank you.

Say, there wouldn't be any folks on that wagon train

from Springfield, would they?

Well, I'm not sure, but I wouldn't be surprised.

We've got people that come from all over the East,

and some we've picked up along the trail.

What kind of people are they?

I know that sounds like kind of a funny question,

but I think it's always interesting what makes people come out west.

Well... we've got all kinds of people,

the way you'd find in any town...

Some you'd like to make friends with, some you wouldn't.

But they've got one thing in common, the same goal...

They want to build a new life on the frontier.

Mrs. Drummond, I bet we've got everything

from, well, businessmen to horse thieves,

but mainly they're good people,

looking for a piece of ground they can call their own,

willing to make this one last big move

so they can settle down once and for all and build a new life,

build a home, have kids, build a good life.

Like you two people. They're no different.

Oh, they're different from us, all right.

Maybe they won't be after they've lived here for a while.

Maybe then they'll wish they hadn't even come at all.

Jeb.

Maybe they never heard

how it is to live with Indians all around you.

Maybe somebody ought to tell 'em.

Maybe then they'd turn around and go right back where they came from.

You been having trouble with Indians?

Hmm?

Well, the Indians here are mostly peaceful,

'cept for one small tribe of Sioux.

They're always being stirred up

by people who just seem to have a natural hate for 'em,

like Walt Archer.

Walt ain't the only one that hates 'em.

Who's Walt Archer?

He's a friend of Jeb's.

He's always getting everybody riled up about the Indians.

Otherwise, we wouldn't have any trouble with them.

Not any, Sarah?

Mrs. Drummond, I can't tell you how good home cooking tastes

to a man who spends two-thirds of his life on a horse.

I'm proud you liked it. You didn't eat much, though.

I guess I wasn't quite as hungry as I thought I was.

I've got something in my saddlebags

that I think a lady from the East would like to have.

Ohh.

Oh, now, you don't have to do that.

'Sides, it's still raining out.

You stay right there. I won't be a minute.

Sarah, I'm sorry for what I said.

I don't mean to hurt you.

But the words just slip out, and I can't stop 'em.

I know.

Maybe if you wouldn't drink so much.

Trouble is, I can't drink enough.

Look, Jeb, every man's got bitterness in him.

Drinking doesn't help to hide that bitterness,

it just brings it out in the open where he can't control it.

Jeb...

please try to remember.

The baby, no matter what else,

it is my baby.

Yes. But if it isn't mine,

all the wishing in the world won't make it mine.

Here we are.

Oh! Gumdrops!

Oh, my, I haven't had any gumdrops since I don't know when.

Mr. Drummond?

We haven't been into Evansville in so long.

There's an interesting story about gumdrops...

I mean why they're either red or black.

It seems they were invented by a famous sultan.

I can't remember his name, but anyway,

he had 'em made up so he could play checkers with 'em.

Whenever he won one from his opponent,

he'd toss it into the air and the girls from his harem

would try to catch it in their mouths.

Whoever got the most became his favorite,

and she got to sit by his side the rest of the day.

Oh...!

Is that really true?

Probably not, but that's the way the Major tells it.

Ohh!

Well, if you'll excuse me, I think maybe I'd better get some sleep.

Good night, Mr. Drummond. Good night.

Good night, Mr. McCullough. Hope you have a good rest.

Thanks very much for the gumdrops.

My pleasure, ma'am.

Good night. Good night.

I wish he hadn't come.

I know he didn't mean anything,

but just talking to an outsider's

got everything all mixed up in my mind.

No, I'm glad he came.

I need someone else to talk to once in a while besides Walt Archer,

and so do you.

We don't have any good times anymore.

Well, I can't let people see you like you are.

Oh, Jeb. Nothing wrong with a woman having a baby.

They don't know any different.

I know, and that's enough.

Jeb, you've got to stop tormenting yourself.

The baby's gonna be here soon,

and we've got to be ready to accept it and love it and give it a good home.

I can't ever accept it, Sarah.

Jeb! I mean it!

Sarah, look at it this way...

This fellow McCullough coming here with this wagon train

ought to make you realize that more folks are moving west all the time.

Before long, this valley will be full of people.

It'll grow and it'll prosper, and there'll be new towns...

Just what we always looked forward to.

But it won't do us any good now.

We'll still be sitting here, alone,

nobody having nothing to do with the Drummonds

because they're raising a half-breed.

Oh, no, Jeb, it won't be like that.

They won't do that to us.

No?

What about your best friend, Ethel Archer?

She won't have anything to do with you.

Walt won't let her when he finds out.

If it hadn't been for Walt Archer,

this wouldn't have happened in the first place.

If he hadn't dragged you out in the middle of the night,

you'd have been home with me, where you belonged.

Him and his vicious intolerance,

and for no reason too.

He... he just hates.

I'm learning to hate too, Sarah,

and you might as well know this now...

I won't have anything in my house that I hate.

What are you saying?

I think you know what I'm saying, Sarah.

As soon as you have that baby,

we're taking it to the reservation, where it belongs.

Oh, no.

Oh, Sarah, I don't mean we'd just abandon it.

We'd see that it had a good home.

Red Hawk's squaw would take it.

Oh, no, Jeb, no.

The baby would be better off too, don't you see?

You've got to promise me, Sarah...

An Indian baby belongs with Indians, not here.

Oh, but Jeb, we don't know that it's gonna be and Indian baby.

We don't know that for sure.

It might be yours.

Then why didn't we ever have one before, in five years?

I can't live in the same house with it,

and I won't.

You're asking me to choose?

I guess I am, Sarah.

You're my husband. I can't choose against you.

Don't make me do that.

Sarah, how you gonna explain to people

why you bore an Indian baby

when you're married to a white man?

You say you're ready to love the baby.

How you going to explain such a thing to that child?

How you going to explain why no other kids are allowed to play with it?

What kind of a life could it have?

You know how it is for a half-breed.

But Sarah, if it's raised from the beginning as an Indian,

then that's a different matter.

Oh, Jeb!

Promise me, Sarah.

It's the only answer.

Please promise me.

I-I promise.

Mr. McCullough?

Mr. McCullough?

Mrs. Drummond.

Good morning.

I thought you'd probably like to get an early start,

so I got up ahead of time, fixed you a hot breakfast.

Well, that's very thoughtful of you.

It'll sure make the ride ahead of me a lot more pleasant.

Oh, last night I told your husband I'd pay for my board.

It'd make me very happy if you'd take it.

Oh, no, don't you mind about that, now.

We've plenty, and we're glad to share.

Well, at least let me milk the cow.

You shouldn't be doing things like that anyway.

Oh, that sounds like Jeb.

He won't let me do any work anymore,

but, well, I kind of like milking.

Besides, a woman in a condition needs a little exercise.

Where is Mr. Drummond?

Oh, he's sleeping.

Go on, now, you eat your breakfast before it gets cold.

Mrs. Drummond, I know you brought my breakfast to the barn

because last night I was, well,

sort of in the way of a family problem.

I could feel it.

I don't mean to pry, but...

well, if there's something wrong,

you and Mr. Drummond have been very nice to me,

and if there's anything I could do to help, I'd be very happy to.

You're a kind man, Mr. McCullough.

I could see that right off.

If there was anything you could do,

believe me, I'd have asked you.

All right.

I thank you anyway.

Go ahead and have your breakfast.

Mrs. Drummond, do I understand you've been out here for five years?

Mrs. Drummond? Ohh.

Mrs. Drummond, what's wrong?

I think I'm gonna need your help anyway,

to get back in the house.

It's started.

DRUMMOND: Sarah! Sarah, you in the barn?

We're in here, Drummond.

Sarah, is it...?

Yes, Jeb, it's time. I'll take her.

Is there anything I can do to help?

No, nothing. I think you'd best ride on now.

Well, bossy, we can't forget you now, can we?

Jeb...

it... it'll be a while yet.

You'll have time to go fetch Ethel.

I'm not gonna fetch Ethel.

Jeb, I need her.

She's had experience.

I-I been countin' on her all along.

I'd be afraid alone.

You won't be alone. I'll be here.

You wouldn't know what to do.

Oh, I know what you're afraid of,

but she's my best friend.

She won't tell anyone.

She'd tell Walt. Oh, Jeb.

I need her.

Try and understand.

It can't be any other way, Sarah.

I won't let anything happen to you.

'Morning.

Thought you'd be gone by now.

No, I thought maybe the cow would be forgotten,

what with the excitement and all,

so I finished milking her for you.

You're gonna have a lot of riding to do to catch up with those wagons.

Yeah, but I got a good horse here.

Fact is, Mr. Drummond, I was thinking

you wouldn't want to be leaving your wife today with the way things are.

Thought maybe I could ride out and get some help for you.

No, you couldn't.

But you can get on that horse and ride out of here, all right.

We don't want no help. Why not?

That's none of your business. Well, maybe it isn't...

but I never heard of anybody refusing

at least a midwife if there was time to get one.

You're taking an awful lot on yourself, aren't you, mister,

meddling in a family you got nothing to do with.

Now, I'm advising you against that.

I'm not asking your reasons.

All I know is, there's a woman in that house who needs help,

and I can't help wondering why her own husband

don't want her to have any.

You get out of here.

Jeb.

Let him do it.

Let him go fetch Ethel.

I'll handle this, Sarah.

Where does she live, Mrs. Drummond?

Don't answer him!

Jeb, I made you a promise last night against my will.

You... you got no right to deny me this one thing.

Over that hill.

Her name's Ethel Archer.

McCullough!

If you come back, I'll kill you!

I'm looking for Mrs. Ethel Archer, ma'am.

Would that be you?

Mrs. Archer?

Don't do no good to shout, mister.

She never answers nobody, anyway.

She had to watch the Indians kill my grandpa.

And she ain't never said a word since.

I'm Walt Archer. Did I hear you ask for my wife?

Yes. Mrs. Drummond's about to have her baby.

She needs her help. Really?

Ethel. Yes, Walt.

Get your things together. Sarah Drummond's in labor.

Oh, I'll hurry.

Oh, Daddy, can I see the baby? Please?

Oh, not this time, I'm afraid, Molly.

We've got to wait till the baby's old enough for visitors.

Maybe next week.

Promise? All right, I promise.

You take good care of grandma, now.

I will, Daddy. Care to give me a hand with the team?

Sure. I'm Flint McCullough.

The Drummonds put me up last night out of the rain.

Fine people. I guess Jeb is the best friend I got.

I'm glad to hear you say that.

They're coming closer together now.

Is Sarah all right? Jeb, are we on time?

Hold it.

There's something I got to say.

I warned McCullough not to go after you.

That didn't do any good.

Now I'm gonna ask you, Walt, as a friend,

to turn around and go back home,

and do it without asking any questions.

Has Sarah had her baby yet? Not yet.

Then what in tarnation are you talking about?

Walt, will you go back home!

No, not till I find out what's going on here!

Then I'll have to insist. Jeb, what are you doing?

I told you you wouldn't be welcome.

I know you did, but I didn't believe you.

Jeb, whatever it is that's bothering you,

explain it to us. We're your friends.

If you're my friends, you'll do as I ask.

But you don't make any sense.

You know that Sarah needs Ethel.

Why are you standing there with a gun

and telling her she can't go in?

Please, Jeb, I can make it easier for Sarah.

Haven't I got anything to say in my own house?

Meddling strangers or friends,

it don't make any difference.

Do I have to do something I'm going to regret?

If you keep Ethel from going to Sarah and something happens,

you may regret that even more.

Jeb!

Ethel, go to Sarah, quick!

No, Ethel, stay here!

I wish you hadn't done that, Walt.

I'm sorry we had to.

I'm sorry too, Drummond.

Jeb, whatever it is that's wrong,

why don't you tell me about it? I'll understand.

Maybe you will understand, Walt,

when you find out why I wanted to be left alone.

But you more than anyone aren't going to like it,

any better than I do.

SARAH: Jeb!

Ethel, what's taking so long there?

Is everything all right?

ETHEL: Everything's all right, Walt.

Well, what is it, a boy or a girl?

It's a boy, Walt.

You hear that, Jeb? You got a son.

I always wanted a son, you know. I never got one.

You're a lucky man.

Well, are you gonna let us come in, or aren't you?

You can come in now.

Come on, Jeb, let's go see what he looks like.

You might as well go in too, McCullough.

I was hoping you'd say that.

Well, now, let Uncle Walt have a look at the little fellow.

I'm afraid I don't understand.

It wasn't her fault. She told me all about it.

I think you could recognize an Indian, at any age,

better than anybody.

What is this, some kind of a joke?

Joke?

I've got a son, Walt.

I'm a very lucky man. You said so yourself.

Well, I must say, I don't blame you

for trying to keep people away from your shame.

Please, Walter. Sarah's had a bad time.

Think of her. I am thinking of her...

and I'm wondering about her too.

Look, think what you want about the baby,

but don't blame Sarah.

Who else would you blame?

Certainly you had nothing to do with it.

Even you had something to do with it, Walt.

One of those nights we went out to throw a scare into the Sioux,

that's when it was.

And when a man leaves his wife alone in this country,

he can't blame her for what happens.

Walt, it could have been Ethel instead of Sarah.

My wife would have died before she brought

a disgrace like this on my house.

She would have taken her dishonor to the grave with her,

which is what Sarah should have done.

Apparently she preferred to live a degraded woman,

with you in the shadow of her cowardice!

Why you...!

Stop it! Stop it! Easy, Drummond!

I'll kill you! Drummond!

You better get out of here, Archer.

Yes, come on, Ethel, let's get out of this house...

This house where Indians are born.

Please, Walter, let me care for Sarah. She needs me.

Don't touch her.

I guess I ought to thank you for stopping me.

I'd have killed him.

I'd have killed him for what he said about you, Sarah.

Don't listen to him, Drummond.

Don't pay any attention. He doesn't know any better.

I've known men like that before.

They're so blinded by hate that they just stop thinking.

Out here, there are more men like him than not like him.

I'm a weak man, McCullough.

I just can't face up to the power of people who think like Walt,

and be called a traitor and an Indian lover.

I'm just not that brave. I have to go along.

A man can live alone when there are no other people around,

but when there are, he has to live with them.

They have to talk to him, and he has to talk to them,

and if they don't talk to him, then he's better off dead.

And when they want him to hate, he hates.

And when something happens like happened to Sarah,

it makes hate mighty easy.

Mr. McCullough, I...

think it's plain enough that we can't live here any longer.

Not with Walt Archer and what he knows.

So we're just gonna have to try and put

five years of living, hoping, and sweating

into one wagon and move on.

Maybe you could fix it so we could join the wagon train.

Maybe after we get away from here,

maybe we could forget all about this.

If that's the way you want to solve the problem,

I'm sure it'll be all right with the Major.

Jeb.

Yes, Sarah.

Jeb, if we leave here,

then we won't have to give the baby up.

You promised!

But moving here... moving away makes it different.

It's no different at all.

People are the same all over.

You've got to keep your promise, Sarah.

I been holding him here,

listening to all this... talk.

Listening to all the cruel things being said.

I can feel his little body moving next to me.

Walt said that we're two of a kind now...

Me no better'n him,

him no better'n me.

The words I've been hearing just seem to make us closer.

Maybe that's as good a reason as any

why I can't give him up.

Jeb...

I can't keep that promise.

Don't you remember all the things we said last night?

All the reasons... The good reasons...

For giving him away?

But, Jeb, there's a feeling in me now,

stronger than any of those reasons.

I don't even remember what they were.

Well, then, I'll just have to remember for both of us.

Later on you'll remember.

You'll know we did the right thing.

You'll have to take him from me.

I won't give him to you.

Please, Sarah.

Give him to me!

Don't make me hate myself!

I'll fight you with all my strength, Jeb.

I'll fight you till I die.

You've got to find another way, Drummond.

Stay out of it this time, McCullough!

I mean it! Get out of my house!

Jeb, please.

Oh, don't take my baby.

I'm just doing what I have to do!

No, please! Mr. McCullough, make him stop!

You've got to hold off a while, Drummond.

You've got to.

This is my house. You get out...! Aah!

Seems to me I'm always apologizing to you for interfering,

but until you can learn to stop abusing your wife

because of what other people have been saying about her,

you've got to get out of here.

Stay out here!

And don't come back until you've found a better way to handle things.

Cool off, Drummond, and then do some thinking.

I can't forget this, McCullough.

I'll make you regret it.

He slept pretty well.

Is he still gone?

Yeah.

I don't exactly know how to say I'm sorry

for pushing a woman's husband out of his own house,

but it seemed to be the thing to do.

Don't be sorry.

I'm his wife, and I can thank you for it.

Oh, Jeb's a good man, but it just seems that...

ever since... this thing happened to me...

this seemed to prove to him

that everything Walt Archer had ever said was really true.

Maybe someday he'll find out everybody isn't like Walt.

He might even find out that Walt Archer

isn't what he seems to be.

Mrs. Drummond...

I know you're not feeling too well,

but there's something I'd like to ask you to do.

What?

Do you think you can get over to that door

and get back in bed by yourself?

Yes, I guess so. Why?

Well, I want to leave you alone,

but I can't do it unless I know you can latch that door

and get back into bed.

Want to give it a try?

All right, Mr. McCullough.

All right.

Oh, uh...

your husband took my horse.

Is it all right if I borrow yours?

Oh, sure.

Easy.

Easy now.

You latch the door, and don't worry. I'll be right back.

Mr. McCullough.

Ohh.

Has Jeb Drummond been here?

No, he hasn't.

I'd like a few words with you, Mr. Archer.

About what?

About a man you call your best friend.

I have nothing to talk about where the Drummonds are concerned.

Well, then, let's, uh... let's talk about you.

What's in your mind, McCullough?

Let's just say I'm curious...

Curious as how a man who obviously has so much love for his own family

could let another man's family be destroyed,

especially when that man's your friend.

I have a perfectly good reason for the way I feel.

Good reason?

Because a woman gives birth to a baby that's part Indian?

Is that a good reason to throw off your friendship when they need you?

I think you've been making this speech about hating Indians so long,

you're afraid to back off, so you keep pushing people

to make them believe the way you do,

no matter what it costs them, or you.

Now, you listen to me.

You just ride through this country. I live here.

Don't you try to tell me how to feel or think!

You know, I've seen narrow-minded bigots like you before, Archer.

You're all alike. There's only one side to a question...

Your side.

I'm just gonna tell you this once, McCullough...

Get off my property

before I put you off.

What's the matter? Don't you like the sound of the truth?

Jeb Drummond needs a friend.

When I get through with you, you're gonna be it.

Aah! Ohh!

She... she said something!

Go in the house, quickly!

Mother! Mother!

She remembers something, Walter.

Your face!

It's just my nose.

When she looked at me, she started screaming.

Well, maybe that's what frightened her.

Or maybe she thought she saw Dad again,

and was reliving his death.

Oh, Walter, how terrible for her.

Look at her, McCullough.

That's the way I found her beside my father's body,

after the Indians had burned our house and killed our stock.

And you wonder why I hate them?

Look at her. Indians did that.

No!

She's trying to say something.

No! No!

D-D-Durand!

It sounded like Durand.

Who's Durand?

Durand was a renegade white.

Mother.

Mother, it was the Indians, not Durand.

No! Durand!

Mother, are you trying to say...

Durand killed Dad?

Yes!

Durand!

Durand!

Durand!

Durand! A white man!

All right, McCullough,

go ahead. Say it.

Tell me that I hated all these years with no reason,

that I made my family and my friends hate the same way.

Go ahead, say it.

Say whatever you want to.

I'd rather you said it, Archer,

to Jeb Drummond.

Ethel, get Molly.

We're going back to see Jeb and Sarah.

Oh, Walter!

What about Mother? We can't leave her alone.

No, we'll take her with us.

Things are going to be different for her too.

Oh, Jeb.

Jeb, you didn't...

You didn't come back to take the baby away, did you?

Yes, Sarah, I did.

You never even looked at him.

I brought Red Hawk's squaw. She'll take care of him.

Jeb, look at him. I don't want to look at him.

I know.

You're afraid you won't be able to give him away if you do.

I can't fight you anymore, Jeb.

I haven't the strength left.

But if you do take my baby...

I don't ever want to see you again.

I hope you don't mean that, Sarah.

I hope someday you'll forgive me.

Oh, Jeb, no. Please.

Jeb.

I take care.

Whoa.

Wait here.

Why does Uncle Jeb have his rifle?

ETHEL: Hush.

I don't know what any of you want here,

but this time you're not interfering with what I'm doing.

Mr. Archer here's got something to say to you.

He's already said all I care to hear.

I came to apologize, Jeb, to you and Sarah.

More words ain't gonna help much.

What's done is done.

I'm giving the baby to Red Hawk's squaw to raise.

Soon as Sarah's better, we're pulling out of here.

Jeb, listen to Walt. He thinks different now.

Maybe you won't have to leave, and maybe you'll be able to keep the baby.

Ain't Walt makin' me do it.

Yes, it is, Jeb...

Me and all other people like me

that live with hate in their hearts.

I don't see things exactly clearly yet myself,

but I will in time, I know that,

because I just found out something that won't let me rest

until I get my thinking straight again.

If I could hate all Indians

because one of them killed my father

and drove my mother into silence, then...

And this is the thing I just learned...

I've now got to learn to hate all white men for the same reason,

because it was one of them that did it,

not an Indian.

I'm going to Sarah.

This'll take a lot of talkin'

and convincin' back and forth before it's clear,

but if you stay,

there'll be plenty of time for that.

And now, with your permission,

I'll go try to make my peace with Sarah.

I think that's my rifle you got there, Drummond.

If you'll give it to me, I'll be on my way.

And I'm sorry.

She's giving you back your baby, Sarah.

No, wait.

Thank you.

You'll be very happy now.

I took him from you, Sarah, and I'm giving him back.

You haven't seen him, have you, Jeb?

No, I haven't.

That's an Indian baby!

Guess I shouldn't have touched it.

It's the young we've got to worry about.

They learn to love and to hate

quicker than anybody else...

just depending on how we teach 'em.

Ho!

Howdy, Major.

Well, it's about time you got back.

Did you miss me?

No, I didn't miss you, and I don't care where you were,

long as you brought me my gumdrops.

Now, where are they?

McCullough, where are my gumdrops?

I gave 'em to a lady, Major.

Well, that figures.

Come on, let's get out of here.

Wagons, ho!

Hyah!