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You boys have any luck?

Does the
phrase needle in a haystack

ring a bell?

- Try down there by buck creek.

They mighta got that far.

10-4.

- I want those bastards found.

You got the right head pallet?

All the way up.

Sheriff, they
killed one of the guards.

They cut his throat.

- Geez.

- Somebody give me a hand.
- Keep his head up.

- I need some more bandages.
- Here, pop 'em out.

You got the right head pallet?

- What do you figure they'll do?

- Keep running, make for the border.

Buy a little condo on a lake somewhere

and live happily ever after.

There's only one thing
standing in their way.

4,000 square miles of the roughest country

god ever put on a map.

There's not a road, not a town.

Hell, there's places out there

haven't even seen a footprint.

- Sheriff?
- Put him down there.

All done, let's go.

Who are those guys?

Strap 'em down!

- Find gates.

Lewis gates?

But I thought that you...

- Just find him.

- Yes, sir.

Take it easy, guys.

Rise and shine, Lewis.

- What are you looking at?

You were supposed to stop
me after three, remember?

Lewis!

- I hope you remember where
we parked 'cause I sure don't.

Whoa!

- Lewis!

- I didn't do it, and
whoever said I did is a liar.

- Busload of state prisoners
went off the highway

near Logan pass last night, three escaped.

They're headed straight into the oxbow.

- I don't do that kind of work anymore.

- Lewis, wait!

The FBI showed up.

Lewis, they need one brought out alive.

Deegan himself sent me to find you.

- Tell Deegan he can kiss my ass.

- You're gonna have to do that yourself.

- Briggs.

- Just talk to him,
otherwise he'll chew my butt.

Lewis, please.

- Deegan, I'm telling you
what I told your deputy.

Not interested.

- Now you listen good,
I need you on this one.

Drunk or sober, you're still
the best tracker in the state.

- You always were a charmer.

- Briggs, is that mangy dog of his there?

Could use a bath, sir.

- Well, I just got a complaint

that he's been chasing deer again.

Now / want you to take Mr.
Gates down to the county lockup.

15 days for wildlife harassment

and failure to obey the leash law.

- Leash law?

- You shouldn't provoke him, Lewis.

- Hell, I shouldn't do a lot
of things I end up doing.

- You going in after them convict fellers?

- Yeah, it appears I am.

- My cousin walked into
them mountains 20 years ago.

Never come out.

- Any message in case I come across him?

Yeah, tell him I run off
with his wife.

- Come on, zip.

- Where'd they go in?

- Bottom of the ravine.

Dogs lost the trail at the north fork.

- Armed?

- More than likely.

- 12-Gauge pump and .357
still unaccounted for.

- That'll be 4,000 cash
per man plus expenses.

- You'll get what you're always
paid and not a dime more.

- Come on, zip, I guess
we're going to jail.

- Sheriff.

- Gates!

I don't give a shit about the other two.

Sears comes out alive.

There's one scratch on him,
you don't even get horse feed.

- I'll treat him with kid gloves.

- What are you waiting for?

Go on, get to work.

Good boy, zip.

Looks like we weren't the
only ones who got thirsty.

Four legs or two?

Go on, check it out.

Bah, damn it, zip!

I almost let the air out of you.

Make some noise next time, will you?

Hey, it's my hat, you know.

Howdy, boys.

Ah, relax.

They ain't goin' anywhere.

We can go up and grab them at first light.

Besides, I'm beat.

Tomorrow we cash in, zippy.

Maybe we'll finally get
that log cabin built.

You think you could handle
a real roof over your head?

Course this ain't such a bad roof either.

- Huh, what?
- Shh.

Shh.

- What is it?

- Somebody's out there.

- And the kid?

- Leave him.

- Hee-yah!

- He'll be back.

- Hell no, not with a
gut full of buckshot.

What the hell was that?

- Hey!
- I'm gettin' outta here!

Ah, goddamn it!

Come on!

Shit!

Who are you?

Who are you?

- I was beginning to wonder about you.

Sears gave you any trouble?

- No trouble at all.

You know, we never talked
about what happened.

We should have.

- There's nothing to talk about.

My daughter's dead.

Now where's my man?

- You want the rest of 'em,

you ride in and find 'em yourself.

- What the hell is this?

- That's all that's left of your runners.

- What?
- They're dead.

- All of 'em?

What the hell happened?

- I don't know.

- What do you mean, you don't know?

Goddamn it, don't play games!

- I don't know!

I was moving in, everything was fine.

Then I heard gunshots.

When I got to where they should have been,

all I found was that shirt

and enough blood on the
ground to paint this office.

No bodies, nothing.

- You expect me to believe
this cock and bull story?

- I don't give a damn what you believe.

All I know is that I've wasted four days,

and I'm out 12 grand.

- Where you going?
- Sheriff?

- I need a drink.

- Sheriff, gates is...
- Just leaving.

- I'm not finished with you!

I want some answers!

- Well, that makes two of us.

- Shit.

- I'm looking for professor Sloan.

- Over there.

- Where's professor Sloan?

- Over that way.

- Excuse me, I'm looking
for professor Sloan.

Probably dropped them inside
because...

Bones are broken to indicate othenivise.

- Excuse me.

Where the hell is professor Sloan?

And please don't ask me to go over there.

I've already been over there
and over there and over there.

- Who wants to know?

- Give me a break, lady.

It took me three and a
half hours to drive up here

to meet this guy.

I'm about ready to sic my dog on somebody.

- You call that a dog?

- Will somebody just
point out the old fart?

Lillian Diane.

You're not the first person to
make that mistake, mister...

Gates, Lewis gates.

- Gates.

All right, take this to Sandy

and have her clean it up by tonight, okay?

Good work.

So Mr. Gates, what can
this old fart do for you?

- You don't really look like a professor.

So where'd you find this?

In the oxbow.

- The oxbow, wasn't that just in the news?

Something about convicts?

- Yeah, I'm the guy
they hired to find 'em.

- Bounty hunter?

- Please, a civil servant.

It sounds a little less...

- Barbaric?

- I tracked 'em for four days.

Trail ended in a Meadow, 20 miles in.

Somebody got to those men before I did.

There was blood everywhere and that.

- It's quite a story.

You know what this is?

- Well, call it a wild guess.

An arrow?

- Cheyenne arrow.

Dog soldier, to be exact.

- Dog soldier?

- Within the Cheyenne tribe,

there used to be a military society

made up of the strongest and bravest men.

They were fierce fighters, unyielding.

They called themselves
hotametaneo'o, dog men.

The cavalry called them dog
soldiers or suicide soldiers.

They often acted as a rear guard,

as sort of sacrificial decoys,

so the rest of the tribe could escape.

You see?

- What does it mean?

- Nothing, except maybe another
one of your civil servants

beat you to those men.

- So what about this?

- An authentic reproduction.

About $15 in any tourist shop.

- I saw something in that Meadow.

What, exactly?

- I don't know.

It's just that later I found horse tracks.

- And what's so unusual about that?

- They weren't shod.

I checked through the forest service

and nobody's running
stock up in that country,

and nobody rides unshod horses except...

- Indians, that's what
you're implying, isn't it?

- Well.

- You don't seriously
believe Cheyenne dog soldiers

are running around loose
in the oxbow, do you?

- No, of course not.

I'm just...

I'm not a nutcase, okay?

- I'm sorry I can't help you, but.

Come back here!

Drop that bone, drop it!

Get back here!

Is that your dog?

- Give it back to him, zip.

The group from the
institutes here, doctor.

- I'll be right there.

Mr. Gates, it's been entertaining.

Drive carefully.

- Somebody killed those men, doctor.

It wasn't me, and it wasn't
another bounty hunter.

Zip!

Sorry.

- Are you always this persistent?

- I got halfway home before turning back.

Call it gut instinct.

- And what's this gut
instinct of yours telling you?

- You're not telling me everything.

- You want something to drink?

I thought you'd never ask.

- Well, I'm not hiding anything

you wouldn't eventually uncover.

- Give me that, let go, let go!

Zip, let go!

- So I'm willing to satisfy your curiosity

if you promise not to bother me again.

Deal.

- Mineral water, it's good for you.

Here we are.

By late 1864, many tribes
were raiding settlements,

stealing horses.

Making a general nuisance of themselves.

But one of the few Cheyenne chiefs

really trying to make
peace was black cattle.

He and his people were
instructed to make camp

at sand creek near fort Lyon.

They'd been promised protection,

so that night they had a
feast with dancing and games

to celebrate peace.

The following dawn,
November 29th, was freezing.

A group of Colorado volunteers
known as the bloodless third

surrounded the camp.

They were instructed to
take off their coats.

Strange, huh?

Black cattle immediately
raised an American flag

and the white flag of peace.

People were rushing around
in great panic and fear.

And he kept calling out
not to be frightened.

They'd been promised
protection, there was no danger.

Suddenly the troops attacked.

Now two-thirds of these Indians
were women and children.

It was total chaos, it was a massacre.

Blood froze instantly on the bodies.

And then the looting began.

Scalps were taken.

Fingers, ears, noses cut off.

Babies were cut out of their wombs.

Women had their uteruses cutoff,

and the soldiers wore them on their hats.

As a matter of fact,

when they put their clean coats back on,

they paraded through
Denver with body parts

decorating their uniforms and horses.

- Jesus.

- Among the few that escaped sand creek

were 20 men, women and
children led by lone wolf,

leader of the dog men.

The soldiers chased them
northward through two states,

right up into the mountains
of Northwestern Montana.

A blizzard forced them to turn back,

and they left the Indians for dead.

Here, lone wolf.

There.

Now you know everything there is to know.

It's late, I'm tired, goodnight.

- Wait a minute.

Don't you see, it all adds up.

- What?

- Just suppose, what if
by a fluke or a miracle,

what if lone wolf and
those Cheyenne did survive?

Isn't it possible their descendants

could remain hidden in the oxbow?

- They didn't survive.

- How do you know?

- They were starving in a
hostile environment, winter,

only the clothes on their backs.

They didn't survive.

- Are you sure of that?

- If there were Indians in the oxbow,

don't you think someone
would have seen them by now?

- Not necessarily.

- You are a nutcase.

- No, no, look at the wolf.

Now we know wolves exists
in the oxbow, okay?

I've found their tracks.

I've heard their howls.

I even found a spot where one

watched my camp for half a
day, but I've never seen one.

- That's not the same.
- It is the same.

- It's not the same.

Look, Elvis is dead.

The government isn't hiding ufos,

and there are no Cheyenne dog
soldiers living in the oxbow.

- Why are you being so
goddamned pig-headed?

- 'Cause I'm goddamn good at it!

Look.

I know you saw something
out there you can't explain.

I do believe that.

But I can't invest all this
time and energy in pure fantasy.

I rely on facts.

Now we're both tired, I'm going to bed.

You're welcome to the couch.

But I should warn you.

I tend to walk around
naked in the morning.

- These files contain
copies of every issue

we ever published.

93 years worth.

There you are, son.

- Happy hunting.
- Thank you.

Half-starved.

Nicknamed Jacko.

Doesn't speak a word of English?

- Good morning.
- Hi.

- How you doing today, Mr. Hollis?

- When they gonna put some
goddamn fish in this river?

- Oh, you know, I talked
to the game warden,

and he assures me that
this river is full of fish.

- Oh, he's a liar.

When I was a kid, we'd come down here...

- Mr. Hollis, this is Mr. Gates.

He's gonna visit with you for awhile.

See ya.

- Full of fish, my ass.

Who the hell are you?

- I wonder that myself sometimes.

- Hand me one of them
nightcrawlers, will you?

- Yes, sir.

I understand you used to
work for the railroad.

- Not just any railroad, son.

The great northern pacific, 53 years.

- Mr. Hollis.

Tell me about Jacko.

- Jacko?

Well, I'll be damned.

- You remember then?

- Remember.

I caught the little runt.

- What happened?

- Been a hell of a lot of
years since I thought of that.

'35, I think it was.

Me and old ed valley, we
was headed up the kootenai.

Spur line needed some work.

Sometime past noon,

we spotted something
run across the tracks.

First, I thought it was a deer.

Then I seen it was a boy.

Well, ed stopped the train.

We lit out after him.

Hey, there he is!

We chased him a-ways

and finally cornered
him down on the river.

Soon as we got close, we
seen he was an Indian.

Didn't speak English,
just sort of grunted.

What did you do with him?

Well, me and ed
didn't know what to do with him.

He was cold and tired, so
I wrapped him in my shirt.

We brung him down to sheriff case.

He stuck him in a cell 'cause he didn't

have no other place to put him.

We nicknamed him Jacko

'cause his face kinda
looked wide-eyed and scared,

like a Jack-o-lantern.

Next morning, he was gone.

We figured he squeezed
out through the bars

during the night.

Well, that was the end of it.

Nobody ever seen him again.

Of course, the sheriff contacted some of

the local reservations, but
nothing ever come of it.

Seemed like nobody knew who the boy was

nor where he come from.

- Where do you think he came from?

- Hell, I don't know.

But you tell me,

what's an Indian boy who
don't speak a word of English

doing way out in the middle of nowhere,

60 miles from the nearest town?

- This photo was taken just
after the Cheyenne girls

arrived at the Indian school
in Carlisle, Pennsylvania.

The same girls, 14 months later.

Their hair was cut.

They were giving Christian names

and forbidden to speak
in their native tongue.

So began the government's
policy in dealing

with conquered plains tribes.

The policy of um...

The policy of assimilation,
both religious and cultural.

- We need to talk.

Look at this.

17 people disappeared
in the oxbow since 1898.

17 people, doesn't that seem a little odd?

- Do you always wear that hat?

- There's more.

1935, a young Indian boy was
found on the edge of the oxbow.

Didn't speak a word of English.

I talked to the man who caught him.

An Indian boy who doesn't speak English

and vanishes without a trace.

Explain that one.

You rely on facts, isn't
that what you told me?

Well, these are the facts.

- What do you want from me?

- I'm going back in.

If my hunch is right, I don't
want to end up on that list.

I need someone along who speaks Cheyenne.

One of your students?

No, oh no.

- All I'm asking for is a few days.

We'd ride in, we'd take a look around.

We ride back out, three days.

If they're out there, I have to know.

And goddamn it, so do you.

- Mornin'.

- Folks, I'm in a bit
of a rush, so come on.

Come on.

I got a bad feeling about this.

Relax, he seems capable enough.

I don't trust him.

- Let's mount up, we got
a long ride ahead of us.

Good luck, doctor.

- Excuse me?

What the hell are you doing?

- I'm checking the stirrup.

- Oh no, no way.

Hey kid, get back down here!

- Don't listen to him, John.

I'll see you in three days.

You go on now.

Like you said, if they're
in there, I have to know.

- This ain't gonna be a picnic, lady.

I've seen this country
reduce grown men to tears.

It ain't no place for a woman!

- You really are a cowboy, aren't you?

What is it you fellas say?

We're burning daylight.

- Well, maybe we should rest.

- If you're tired.

Smells interesting, what is it?

- Lewis gates wilderness stew.

- Uh huh, and what's in
Lewis gates wilderness stew?

- Anything that ain't nailed down!

- You know, when I was a kid,

I hated the idea of camping out.

I mean, anything that crawled
or buzzed scared me to death.

So what do I do?

I choose a career that keeps
me outdoors 80% of the time.

You know, it's funny how things turn out.

Now I find being in the
wilderness so invigorating.

Life-affirming, really.

- Jesus, wonder woman.

- I've got some aspirin.

- I don't need any aspirin, thank you.

- Boy, aren't we in a great mood.

- Hey look, just because
I let you ride along

doesn't mean I have to like it.

Now stop treating me like a child.

- I didn't realize I was.

Thank you.

- Abraham gates, my grandfather.

- You really hang on to things.

- Some things.

Well?

- Not bad.

Hmm.

- If you don't mind the taste.

- All right, I heard that.

Frow now on, you cook your
own supper, how's that?

- Is he always like this?

Good night, gates.

- Night, doc.

You're not gonna walk around
naked in the morning, are ya?

- I'll try to restrain myself.

- Oh, this is where I found
the arrow and the tracks.

I got at elk hunters in this far,

but never went beyond that Ridge.

And that's the direction
where the tracks are headed.

I wonder how long this
weather will keep up?

- 80% chance of rain through
tonight, clearing by tomorrow.

- Really?

An old Indian trick?

- Kqrp all news radio.

Be careful, this damn shale.

Watch your footing, and I mean it.

Your horse goes down,
you don't go with him.

- Thanks for the tip.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Don't even move.

- I told you to watch your step!

You're not in a classroom!

Out here, one little
mistake will get you killed!

Feel free
to discharge, Mr. Gates.

- Do you see that rope?

Yeah.

- Well, let go and grab
it with both hands.

- What about you?

- Don't worry about me, just do it!

- Ready?
- Yeah!

- On three.

One!

Two!

Three!

Zip, zip!

Lead the horse!

Good boy!

That's it, good boy!

Now, pull her up!

Take her her up!

You okay?

Yeah.

I, yeah.

It's just a little
disconcerting to realize

that the smartest member of
our expedition's the dog.

- Saddle up, we still got
two hours of daylight left.

- Zip, do you want a taste?

Want a taste, hmm?

Here, zip.

Let me get you.

Is that good?

Is that good?

- Yeah, you want more?
- Jesus.

Okay.

- You're really in your
element out here, aren't you?

- I like the solitude.

Lately, it seems like
the only time I'm at ease

is when I got 100 miles between
me and the rest of humanity.

- It sounds like you were
born a century too late.

Yeah.

That's what my wife used to say.

- Used to?

- She died a couple years ago.

- I'm sorry.

Was she ill?

- Ngh-ngh.

We were riding in the back
country, making a river crossing.

Horse spooked and bucked her.

I went in after her, the
current was too strong.

One second she was there and...

Her dad still
blames me to this day.

- What more could you have done?

- Drowned.

What about you?

Ever been married?

- Only to my work.

Don't get me wrong, there
have been plenty of men.

Some worked out and some didn't.

It just always had to be on my terms.

- Lady, if I was born a century too late,

you were definitely born
a century too early.

Russell and his wife
came across it Berry picking.

Mrs. Burton said Lewis was in
the chronicle the other day.

He spent three hours going

through old copies of the newspaper.

- What the hell are you up to, gates?

- Oh, you want a drink?

- Love one.

Whiskey, it's good for you.

Curious about one thing.

Why Indians?

- Oh, because I admire them.

And because we owe them a tremendous debt.

- How's that?

- Well, they gave us
romance, myths, legends.

They gave us, they gave us a history.

The Indian shaped the
character of our entire nation.

- We picked a hell of a way
to say thank you, didn't we?

- What happened was inevitable.

The way it happened was unconscionable.

- Would there be any whiskey left?

- My head feels like a
punching bag thanks to you.

- I got some aspirin.

- Oh great, something's chewed
a hole in my sleeping bag.

- Tracks?

- What?

- On the ground, how many toes?

- Four.

- Ah, it's probably some little chipmunk.

Chipmunks, muskrats, squirrels,

they all have four toes in
front, five in the back.

All the others got five
and five.

Now weasels though, now
they're a different story.

They tend to walk on
the balls of their feet.

- Balls of their feet.

Look, we've been riding for a
week, I agreed to three days.

I think we should head back.

It was a romantic idea,
Indians in the oxbow.

I admit, I got caught up myself.

But we have better things to do than go

traipsing around these
mountains looking for ghosts.

If anyone in my department
knew what I was doing out here,

they'd have me committed.

I don't know why I let
you talk me into this.

I have classes to teach.

I have a life.

As soon as we're packed
up, we're heading back.

Understand?

Gates, have you heard a word I've said?

- You want to go back?

- Yes.

I'm an anthropologist, not Daniel Boone.

Have you, have you seen my canteen?

Where's the canteen?

I hate camping.

Gates.

What is the matter with you?

Here's your damn canteen.

Lewis!

No!

No, don't.

Lillian!

Oh my god.

Very slowly toss down your pistol.

- Uh uh.
- Do it.

- Don't move.
- Does breathing count?

Look at them.

What'd he say?

- I'm not sure.
- What?

What are you telling him?

I told him we
come in a good way, in peace.

I also told him you were a great warrior

who wasn't afraid to fight
them all single-handedly.

- You gotta be kidding.

- The Cheyenne admire bravery.

Let's just hope they
don't put you to the test.

- If they do, I'm coming after you first.

- Zip.
- No, don't move.

No!

Hang on, boy.

Hang on.

Zip?

No, no, no, they'll kill you!

- You were right, they're
Cheyenne dog soldiers.

In my life, I never would have believed.

And yet here we are, a
step back into history.

My god, I feel privileged.

Lillian!

- I'm sorry.

I guess I'm not so tough after all.

- Like hell you're not.

She can't walk any further.

She needs a horse.

A horse!

She's weak, she has to ride.

- Lewis, I'll be fine!

- Listen, asshole, either she rides

or you're gonna kill both of us right now!

You may not understand my words,

but you get my meaning, don't ya?

What's it gonna be?

- Let me take him.

Please, you're exhausted, come on.

- Whatever you said, I hope it's friendly.

- Unbelievable.

- Yeah, unbelievable.

It's no use.

The Indian predates the boy scout.

The knots are solid.

- What are they gonna do with us?

- I don't know.

- You're the expert, remember?

- Well, they could kill us,

but traditionally many Cheyenne prisoners

were just absorbed into the tribe.

- Absorbed?

Yeah.

They treated their prisoners so well,

they often refused to go home
even if they had the chance.

- Yeah, well.

Their hospitality ovenlvhelms me.

- Well, you can't blame them, really?

They're afraid of us.

- His name is zip.

Lillian, how do you say "thank you"?

- Neaese.

- Neaese!

- He wants us to follow him.

- I'm not leaving my dog.

You don't have a choice.

- What?

- This is spotted elk, the last
surviving son of lone wolf.

He wants to know if
we've come to return him

to the house of iron bars.

Seems when he was a small boy,

he was captured by some
white men and put in a cage.

- Jacko.

Did you get a line on
Mr. Personality here?

- His name's yellow wolf.

He's leader of the dog soldiers

and next in line to be chief.

- I guess it takes a
real man to shoot a dog.

- You should be happy they didn't eat him.

Oh, didn't I tell you?

That's the other reason
they're called dog soldiers.

This is where we stay.

He tells of many Cheyenne killed,

of his father's flight
from the white soldiers.

There was a great storm.

The Indians were lost and starving.

A wolf appeared and led
them to this valley.

The wolf spoke, telling
them to remain here,

hidden from the white man forever.

He survived.

This was during the moon when
the deer shed their horns.

128 winters ago.

- What's going on over there?

- I don't know.

- No, you.

- My god.

They were hunting when
his son got separated.

He was shot by three white men.

Yellow wolf and the dog men killed them.

He's burning up, the
infection must be spreading.

- Lillian.

Tell me what he needs.

Why don't you try and
convince them, and I'll ride.

- He says the decision's not his.

It's good you offer,

but his people have survived all this time

without the white man's help.

To ask for it now might
make something bad happen.

Penicillin, as much as you can get.

- Isn't that hard to come
by without a prescription?

- Use your imagination.

- Right.

Tell him I need my pistol.

Now my knife.

- Lewis, I don't think it's...

- The knife.

Oh, one more thing.

- What the hell are you doing?

- That's for zip.

That was stupid.

- Well, I'm sorry, Lillian,

but before I do somebody a
favor, the score has to be even.

That's just the way I am.

- He'll ride with you part of the way.

Be careful.

If you don't come back, I'll be killed.

It's just the way he is.

- Damn it!

Okay, girl.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Easy, easy, whoa.

Easy, girl, easy.

Easy.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, girl, whoa!

Whoa, girl!

You did good, girl.

- With you in a minute.

I said I'd be.

- That's the problem with this country.

Nobody works anymore.

611, 611,
silent alarm at cadmore drugs.

213 west main.

- Don't do it, buddy.

I've got grandchildren.

- Relax, will ya?

Penicillin, you got that?

Bag it up, go on.

Halt!

- Briggs.

- Don't try anything, I
already called for back up.

- Oh, now why'd you go and do that?

396, 396, all
units, robbely in progress.

- Now you just stay right where you are.

Suspect is armed.

- Put that way before you hurt somebody.

- No more games, Lewis.

I'm taking you in.

- Stop that man, hejust robbed me!

- Rule number one, Briggs.

Never take your eyes off the suspect.

Lewis, pull over!

- You pull over!

Hey, what are you doing, no!

- Get outta the way!

What the hell are you doing, Lewis?

Sheriff, look at this!

- You think he's gonna make it?

- It's too soon to know.

Ow!

Okay.

Lewis gates wilderness stew.

Good, and it's good for you too.

Here, try that.

No?

Ah, come on, hey!

No, you try that.

No, you don't know what you're missing.

Oh, it's very nice,
but really, I couldn't.

- This is a rare showing of thanks.

To refuse their gifts is to insult them.

Neaese, neaese, very beautiful.

- Lillian, what am I gonna
do with all this stuff?

- Oh, what all rich,
eligible bachelors do.

Find a wife and settle down.

- Yeah funny, very funny.

Jesus.

Are you shocked?

You known about this?

- For a while.

Spotted elk brought me here.

He was curious about some of the things.

When game's scarce,

they're forced to hunt outside the valley.

That's when they run into white men.

They hide from most, but
those that venture too close.

End up here.

- Wouldn't you kill to protect your family

and your way of life?

Oh, he wants to know about the silver bird

with the long white tail.

I just told them a man walked on the moon.

He just called me a
wonderful liar.

Yeah.

What is it?

- He wants to know about other Cheyenne,

where they're living.

- What are you gonna tell him?

- The truth.

No!

- Do you hear that?

I've waited all my life to hear that.

- You know something, Lillian?

We can't let anything
happen to these people.

No one must ever find out.

No one.

Deegan.

- My father-in-law.

I covered my back trail,
how did they find it?

How much time do we have?

They're three
miles from the waterfall.

Half a day, maybe less.

Damn!

Spotted elk
wants to leave the valley

and travel deeper into the mountains.

But yellow wolf says there's no time.

They should stay and fight.

- Jesus, they'll get slaughtered.

- The Cheyenne or the troopers?

- What if we created a diversion?

Maybe it'd buy 'em some more time.

- From this time on, do
not mistreat the Cheyenne.

Think of us in a good way.

All of us are your relations.

You exchange gifts in the ceremony.

- Lilian, they've already
got everything I own.

- From this time on,

you're one of the like-hearted people.

You are Cheyenne.

Go in a good way.

- What?

- I was just thinking how much I'm gonna

miss your wilderness stew.

- Knock it off, Lillian, saddle up.

- I'm afraid this is
another journey you're

gonna have to make on your own.

I've asked spotted elk
if I can stay with them.

- Get on your horse, Lilian.

- No, my work's just begun.

I want a living record
set down, a memorial,

to the last of their kind.

- Have you lost your mind?

- I've spent half my life teaching others.

Now out here with these
people, I'm the student.

I'm living it.

I belong with them.

I'm staying.

- Damn it, Lilian.

- Why don't you admit the
real reason you're upset?

You'll miss me.

- Let's go, zip.

Looks like it's just the two of us.

Zip.

No, not you too.

I don't believe this.

Well, I guess I always knew a
woman would come between us.

You're better off here anyway.

I got a feeling I'm headed for trouble.

Take care of her.

Hmm?

He likes to sleep with it.

- Neaese.

Neaese yourself.

This oughta help.

- That looks ancient, is it still good?

- Dynamite?

It's like wine, it only
gets better with age.

Jesus!

Hey, hey, easy, easy.

You see this?

Over time, it sweats, huh?

Nitro, big boom!

God.

Well, this is goodbye.

Lil.

Can you promise me something?

No matter how bad it gets,
no matter what happens,

don't let them eat my dog.

- I promise.

- Say, you really walk
around naked in the morning?

- Do weasels really walk around
on the balls of their feet?

Yeah.

- Well, what would you
say to a goodbye kiss?

- I'd say it's about time.

- What the hell was that?

You call that a kiss?

- Well.

- Better.

- I'm a good student.

Howdy, bill.

- Lewis.

- That too tight?

- I'm sorry about the
cheap shot back in town.

Nothing personal.

- There's a cave halfway up.

Goes all the way through the waterfall.

- All right, men, mount up!

- Deegan.

You're making a mistake.

- You do this, you're
gonna get these men killed.

- All right, men, let's move out.

- Hee-yah, hee-yah, hee-yah!

- Stop him!
- Damn it!

- Hee-yah!
- Come on!

Drop it!

I'll kill you where you stand!

Drop the damn gun!

Do it now!

Put it down, gates.

- He's hit bad!

- What do we do now, deputy?

- We're going back!

Come here, give me a hand,
I need some help here!

- They tell me that you saved my life.

You did for me what you
couldn't do for my daughter.

I wish to god it was the other way.

I'm tired of hating you, Lewis.

When you're ready,

I think maybe it's time we have that talk.

Well.

Nobody around here, including me,

wants to see you put away for

stealing some penicillin,
for Christ's sake.

So we're dropping the charges.

But there's something I have to know.

In that tunnel, just before the explosion,

I thought that I saw.

What's out there?

- What do you think is out there?

Okay.

Fine.

Whatever you're protecting,

I hope it's worth it.