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(Whistle blows)

(Theme music playing)

(Whistle blows)

Things go well for you
back east, Mr. Calhoun?

Very well, Lucas.

We got the ride-away,
and the loan.

Lady luck's riding with
us up here in the bpsd.

Slow her down, Lucas.

Time to stop.

Keep up a full head of steam,
Lucas. Lucas: Be careful.

(Screaming)

I gotta go up to see
Lucas. Get him cleaned up.

All right, come on.

Hey!

Mr. Calhoun!

Now, you listen to me.

When I tell you to take
a bath, you take a bath.

You're gonna be treated
as a guest on this train

as long as you
behave like a guest,

but if you're gonna behave
like a spoiled little boy,

you're gonna be treated
like a spoiled little boy.

You understand that?

Now, go as you're told.

All right, come on, in here.

(Sighs)

Lucas. Yes, sir.

When you to turn
it around at riverton,

I want you to check
that patch on the boiler.

I will, sir.

Uh... how you getting
along with the boy?

Oh. Barnabas is back there trying to
smooth out a few of the rough edges now.

Since we're going to riverton,
I'm gonna buy him some clothes

and turn him over to Johnny
Hobart, the Indian agent.

He'll know what to do with him.

Goodnight. Goodnight.

(Grunts)

(Screams)

Down, down! Now, get in here.

Ow! (Screams)

What are you doing in the
tub? I told you to give him a bath.

Well, yes, sir, but I...

Get out of there.

Now, you get in the tub.

Get in!

I told you to get in the tub.

Wash yourself.

Don't eat it.

Understand?

Of course you do.

Hmm. (Chuckles)

As far as I'm concerned, you
can give him back to the Indians.

Just what I'm gonna do.

Ride out to Johnny Hobart's in the
morning and take the boy with me.

That kid's a tornado.

(Train whistle blowing)

(Clicking tongue)

Ben: You got something
stuck in your tooth,

or have you got
something bothering you?

You know the bylaws of
this town as well as I do.

No Indians allowed
within the city limits.

Well, he's not exactly
a warrior, is he?

He's a little boy.

And I must say that clothes have made
a considerable change in the little fella.

It'll take more than clothes
to change what he is!

Ow! (Yells)

What did I tell
you? What... stop!

Don't you... look what
he's doing. Stop that boy!

Look what he's done.

Everything is gonna be ruined.

Oh, come on, now.

Now, you make one
more outburst like that,

and I'm gonna paddle
you till you can't sit down.

Now, you get back over here.

Behave yourself.

Now, we're gonna
start all over again.

Get him another
shirt. Never mind.

Go get us a couple
of sarsaparillas.

I'll get the shirt.

We only carry them in bottles,

and then stock 'em in the bar.

What do you want me to do?
Take the boy into a saloon?

I wouldn't if I
owned the saloon.

Two bottles of sarsaparilla.

Mr. Cabot.

Mr. Calhoun.

Something on your mind?

You've got something
on your hands, trouble.

You broke the law. Folks
around here don't like that.

Go ahead, drink it.

You did hear me,
didn't you, Mr. Calhoun?

Is it good?

Get that little red
stick out of here.

Why?

Because you broke
the law, that's why.

(Scoffs and chuckles)

Your boys come in here and rouse
this town around every Saturday night.

That's against the law.

Driving cattle down
the main street of town.

That's also against the law.

And if a man commits a crime,

and you think he's
guilty, then you hang him.

Without a trial. That's
also against the law.

You want me to go on?

You weren't here
when they raided us.

When they drove off our stock.

Burned our property.

Our dead aren't that
long buried, Calhoun.

I had 30 square miles
of prime range land.

The government took
that from me, so that...

So that Indians could
have a reservation.

(Chuckles)

I don't hate the boy, I just
want him out of my sight.

What did you pay for
your 30 square miles?

Nothing.

The truth is, it
belonged to these people

100, 200 years before
you ever came here.

Maybe he should
ask you to get out.

Slim, throw him out of here.

(Grunts)

(Boy screaming)

Stop it!

(Indistinct shouting)

(Gunshot)

All right, hold it, Sonny.

I told you, Calhoun,
you got yourself trouble.

Seems to me, Mr. Calhoun,
you got enough trouble

just building that railroad of
yours without looking for more.

Seems to me, you've got
a whole town full of people

that are scared of
a little Indian boy

not any higher
than a belt buckle.

(Sighs)

Pretty good man
to have in a fight.

Didn't get hurt
anywhere, did you?

Let's see if you're all right.

I believe you are.
Yeah. (Chuckles)

Little empty in there?

Come on, we'll get
something to eat.

Can we get a little food?

(Dishes clatter)

For two, please.

And some milk for the boy.

Like this.

Ben!

How are you, Amy?

Ben, good to see you again.

Johnny home?

No, I expect him any minute.

Come on in the
house, coffee's hot.

Thank you. You know
who my little friend here is?

Yes, Ben.

And I know what he is.

He's an arapaho.

Hello, Ben. Hello, Johnny.

I found this boy back
down the line about...

I know exactly where you
found him, Ben, and who he is.

Amy, would you take the boy inside?
I wanna talk to Ben alone, please.

Who is he?

Boy's red feather, Ben.

His father was decidedly one of the
most popular of all the arapaho chiefs.

Buried him yesterday.

The simplest thing, Ben, would be
for me to take the boy to the shoshone.

What are you talking about?

His people invaded their land.

Well, they paid for it.

The whole war party's dead.

All but one. You mean the boy.

What's he, eight, ten years old?

He's an arapaho chief,
Ben, they mean to have him.

And you're thinking
about giving him to them?

I've worked with the
shoshone for 15 years.

I brought them peace.
We understand each other.

I'm not gonna see this whole thing
blow up in my face just for one boy.

Maybe you worked
with them a little too long.

You're beginning
to think like them.

I'm thinking of Amy, of you,
and that town back there.

If they don't get that boy back,
there won't be one of us left alive.

No.

Now that I know who he is,
I'll take him back to his people.

The shoshone don't have to know.

The shoshone already know.

They don't want a war, Ben.

They wanna make a deal with me.

They gave me 24 hours
to deliver that boy, Ben.

We better be sure
that they get him.

Or that town will be destroyed
along with your railroad.

Calhoun: And you want to me to turn
that kid over to a bunch of executioners.

They won't kill him, Ben.

Their big coup will be to raise
an arapaho chief as a shoshone.

You don't believe that.

Johnny: They gave me their word.

Then don't be a fool.

You can't buy friendship.

Who knows that better than we?

That's exactly why
gato wants him.

You can't blame the boy.

We've got 24 hours, Ben.

What else can we do?

Well, one thing we're not
gonna do is argue about it.

We've been friends
too long for that.

Johnny, Ben's right.

Like you say, we've
still got 24 hours.

Talk to gato again,
Johnny, please.

I'll try. You wait
for me in town, Ben.

We'll be there.

The boy has the
spirit of a shoshone.

The body of an arapaho.

The body, we will
feed to the dogs.

What will you do, Calhoun?

You speak English?

You little scamp, you wouldn't
tell me about it, would you?

Shoshone.

They kill my father
and my people.

I kill them all!

What will you do, Calhoun?

Well,

you're an arapaho chief.

What would you do if
you were in my place?

I would give you
to the shoshone.

Well, that doesn't
surprise me any.

But, I would give
you a knife and a rifle

so that you will kill
many before you die.

Where'd you learn to
speak English, red feather?

Mission school.

Bright Robin sent me.

That your mother?

She die of fever.

But my father die in battle.

He very strong,
a great war chief.

But as you say, he's dead.

He died for his people.

And I am his son, red feather.

You're also a little boy.
You think like a little boy.

If you're gonna be a chief, then you
have to think what's good for your people.

Not just about fighting.

You fight.

Yes. When it's necessary
to defend myself.

Then you fight with me
against the shoshone.

Mr. Cabot.

There's been shoshone
signal fires on those hills all day.

The sooner we call in the
army and wipe them all out,

the better off we're gonna be.

Well, you're not gonna get the people
around here to go along with that.

Oh, yes, I will.

I'm gonna get back my
land. 30 square miles of it.

They call it a reservation,
who's it reserved for?

Me, who fenced it and
cleared it or those red sticks?

The shoshones are on
their way, they're coming fast.

They're after that kid.

Well, if I know Ben Calhoun,
he's not giving up that boy.

Not for anybody.

Let's have a drink,
gentlemen, to Mr. Calhoun.

It'll take an Indian war, but
I'm gonna get back what's mine.

How much is it? Forty cents.

(Doorbell jingles)

No. Oh, not again.

Mr. Calhoun.

I wanna get this boy another
jacket and shirt. Fix him up, will you?

You're still wasting
your time on him?

Why not?

I hear this town's gonna take away
our ride-away if we don't get rid of him.

Where'd you hear that?

From the sheriff. Speaking
for the town council.

Oh, and Dave wired.

What'd he have to say?

Well, it appears if we
don't have our ride-away,

we don't get the
loan we wanted either.

Boss, we're supposed
to be building a railroad.

What would you
do in my position?

Barnabas: Well, you took him
out to Johnny Hobart's place,

let him take care of it.

All right. Johnny wants to
turn him over to the shoshones.

And the shoshones
want to kill him.

Well...

We haven't exactly
been like brothers.

But I don't wanna
see him get hurt.

Anyway, I suppose we could
always find another poker game.

Win another railroad. (Chuckles)

(Chuckles) I suppose.

When you get on back
on the train, tell Lucas

to get up to a full
head of steam.

Take the chief here
with you. Yes, sir.

Come on.

Gato's terms haven't
changed, Ben.

I've come for the boy.

It's either him or this
town, my post, your railroad.

I'm sorry, Johnny.

I know you've got a job to do.

But I feel an
obligation to the boy.

I can't let you have him.

Ben...

(Shoshone yelling)

Well, Ben,

it's like you say,
we still got 24 hours.

Amy: Johnny, Johnny!

I told you to stay at
the post. Gato came by.

To warn me, Johnny.

He didn't threaten you?

I... I don't know.

I didn't know him, Johnny.

He looked at me as
though I was a stranger.

The shoshone have been
friends to us, Johnny, for 15 years.

Gato's already counted
coup on that boy.

They aren't going
to keep him, Johnny.

They are going to kill him.

He was in the raiding
party, not the boy.

In fact, the arapaho
invaded shoshone land.

Gato's sworn to kill any arapaho
found in his territory. Anyone.

Even a boy? Even a boy, Amy!
Now what do you want me to do?

Shut down the post,
warn the townspeople

and call in the army. War?

Exterminate the shoshone after
forcing an attack on this town?

They'll back off, Johnny,
they don't want a war.

They are proud. It's
their honor. No, Amy.

Johnny, we never
did have any children.

But if we had a boy, a son.

Could you hand
him over to be killed?

And could I live with
you, Johnny, if you did?

The boy is not my son, Amy.

The shoshone are my people.

I've hunted with them, eaten
with them, starved with them.

And that gives you the
right to say no to them.

(Cabot laughing)

Little problem of conscience?

Tell me, Hobart, how would the
friend of the Indian settle this problem?

Not your way. The army
isn't coming into this.

Well, I don't know, they might.

If enough fuss was made
over a poor, little arapaho brat.

You want trouble,
don't you, Mr. Cabot?

I want my land back.

Johnny: Your land?

Yes, I traded for it and
gave them what they asked.

It was raw prairie
when I first saw it.

All buffalo grass and scrub.

I spent the first
winter in a cave.

In a hole in the ground.

Because I saw what
could be done with it.

The shoshone traded the right
to hunt that land, not fence it.

And they don't think like we do.

They can't understand a man owning
land and keeping other men off it.

Well, then, you explain
it to them, Hobart.

I'm a cattleman, not an Indian.

You're a butcher. Johnny!

I wouldn't dream of making
any trouble, Mrs. Hobart.

I'll leave that to the
good samaritan here.

Ma'am.

Nothing is gonna stop him from
using the boy to trigger a war.

And I'm doing the same thing.

Using the boy to keep
the shoshone peaceful.

Amy.

Ben is going to try to take the boy back
to the arapaho country on the railroad.

It's an impossible gamble.

But I'm going with him.

Gato giving you 20 hours or 200
hours doesn't mean a thing, Ben.

I know this man.

This isn't the first time the
arapaho have invaded his territory.

Exterminated every trespasser.

That boy is a symbol
of everything gato hates.

Have a drink,
make you feel better.

Losing gamble.

If we get the boy out of shoshone territory
and back up in the arapaho country...

"If"?

If I didn't have this
job for 15 years,

if the shoshone didn't
feel the way they do...

Ben, we are gambling
with people's lives.

Three-hundred and
nine, to be exact.

Well, whose life
do you wanna bet?

(Rumbling)

(Brakes screeching)

Get down on the floor, quick!

And stay there. Barnabas.

Get up in the cab with Lucas.

Tell him to be ready to pull
out of here in either direction.

Yes, sir. We've got
some talking to do.

I am sorry that you have not
kept your word, Johnny Hobart.

He didn't break his word.

He's just along for the ride.

Give us the boy
and go in peace then.

You gave us your word.

You cannot be trusted.

We've got till noon tomorrow.

We want the boy now.

You called it right.

He is a boy. He can't
possibly do you any harm.

He is the son of a chief.

We will raise him as a shoshone.

You have no intentions of
letting him live and you know it.

Gato, you said 24 hours.

You have been tricked
once, Johnny Hobart.

How do I know it will
not happen again?

(Train whistle blowing)

(Whistles) Hyaa!

(Bell tolling)

(Train shunting)

We've lost.

We still got time.

Our time ran out back there.

Not yet.

Pulling away from
them won't solve a thing.

We haven't a chance in
1,000 of saving that boy.

We've got till noon tomorrow.

Amy!

Amy!

Amy!

I heated it up
just right this time.

I think.

Food worse than usual?

(Chuckles softly) No.

No, I'm not very hungry
tonight, barnabas.

I don't like you either.

I never said I didn't like you.

I make trouble for Calhoun.

Finish your supper.

I am sorry to give you trouble.

I will go to my people.

I'm afraid we're a
little late for that part.

Then you give me my knife

and I will go to my enemy.

I'm afraid you're a
little young for that.

Then what will we do?

They teach you how to
pray at the mission school?

They try.

Then you try to remember
what they taught you.

We're both gonna need a
little help before this is all over.

You run on back inside
and eat your supper.

Run along.

Gotta take the boy,
Ben, they've got Amy.

Hold it.

Then let me go with you.

Maybe we can talk
some sense into them.

I'm sorry, Ben.

(Grunts)

Mr. Calhoun.

You are not my god.

I do not speak for myself.

I speak for my friend.

Because of me, he has trouble.

You are the god of peace.

Help him.

That is all I have to say.

I heard you pray for peace.

I pray for Calhoun.

There isn't a man in the world
wants peace more than I do.

There isn't a man in the world can get
you through to your people except me.

Will you come with me?

With Calhoun?

Me.

Someone had to lead
the shoshone away.

He's done a great deal for you.

He want me to go with you?

He wants you to do what's right.

Are you all right?
Yeah, what happened?

Johnny's got the boy.

Go saddle my horse.

This is not arapaho country.

I know that, boy, but there's
nothing else I could do.

The shoshone took my wife.

Do you understand, boy?

They took my wife!

Calhoun let you do this?

This is what he wants?

Come on, boy.

I'll take the boy, Johnny.

I know you don't like
what you're doing.

What I like and what I've got to
do are two different things, Ben.

You have kept your
word, Johnny Hobart.

Good.

There will be peace.

Your wife will be
returned to you.

Your terms for peace are a
disgrace to the shoshone nation.

You make war on children.

I kept my word.
Now, you keep yours.

That no harm will
come to the boy.

I prayed to your god, Calhoun.

Maybe now, you pray to mine.

Looks like they're
taking the kid.

There goes our war, cabot.

Not if we give
Calhoun some help.

Get yourself some
shoshone, boys.

But Hobart's mine.

(Gunshot)

How many summers have you seen?

Eight.

So few.

Stand before me.

If you beg for your freedom,

gato will give it to you.

Beg.

You were wrong, Calhoun.

I do not make war on children.

This is a warrior chief.

Maybe the shoshone
and the arapaho

are born of the same spirit.

I hope my father sleeps well.

He will, now.

No hard feelings, Ben?

No.

The arapahos have a
saying that's quite fitting.

It says, "you can't judge another man until
you've worn his moccasins for three days."

Escort red feather
back to his people.

Nobody's gonna blame you
for doing what you felt was right.

All right.

You've got a long ride home.

The land of arapaho is yours.

Goodbye, Calhoun.

Goodbye, chief.

Goodbye, Johnny Hobart.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, barnabas.

Bye, chief.

(Theme music playing)