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The beginning of a day.

September 7,

1878.

It dawned like any other day

on the Cheyenne reservation

in that vast, barren land

in the American Southwest,

which was then calledIndian Territory.

But this wasn't just another dayto the Cheyenne.

Far from their homeland,

as out of placein this desert

as eagles in a cage,

their three great chiefs

prayed overthe sacred bundle

that at lastthe promises made to them

when the white mansent them here

more than a year ago

would today be honored.

The promisesthat had led them

to give uptheir own way of life

in their own greenand fertile country

1,500 miles to the north.

Morning, Wichowsky.

Troops all presentand accounted for, sir.

Thank you.

Morning.

Morning.

Can I stealsome of your coffee?

Help yourself.

Thanks.

Any news?

Here comesanother name now.

Senator.

Great.

Looks like we'regonna be up to our ears

in congressmen.

Yeah, the more,the better.

I wish every bigwigin Washington

could see this place.

Deborah,

they're here already.

Lord knows when theCongressional Committee

will arrive.

I don't blame themfor being early.

You and I know what thismeans to them, Uncle.

A-B-C-D-

E-F-G-H-I-J-K-

L-M-N-O-P-Q-R-S-

T-U-V-W-X-Y-Z.

Wonderful,

come help meset the table.

Attention!

Scott.

Good morning,sir.

Sergeant.

Morning, sir.

Archer.

Morning, sir.

Hmm.

Indians, huh?

Yup.

Any word fromthe Congressional Party?

They haven't leftFort Scott yet.

Well, let me know.Keep me advised.

Yes, sir.

Wichowsky,

put the men at ease.

Let 'em smoke...

If they've gotanything to smoke...

Which I doubt.

At ease!

You may smoke!

Good morning,friend Thomas.

Good morning,friend Deborah.

Well, now, where have youbeen hiding that dress?

That's pretty stylishfor a Quaker.

I made itjust for this great day.

It's mighty pretty.

Do you knowwhen they'll arrive?

Well, you can't expectspeed from congressmen,

but they ought to be hereany minute, now.

Well, I'd offerto help you,

but I can seeyou don't need it.

Oh, don't I, now?

Well, the legon the senator's chair

seems to be stuck.

Senator, huh?

Well, let's seewhat's wrong.

There we are.

All neat and tidyfor the senator.

Thank you.

You're welcome.Anytime.

Friend Deborah,

where do you wantthe senator's chair?

I think I'll put himat the head of the table.

He'll like that.

Plumtree!

Go down the road.Let us know

when those gentlemenfrom the East arrive.

Yo!

Hour after hour

they waitedunder the hot sun,

waited for the moment

when the white chiefsfrom Washington

would see for themselves

how the Cheyennehad been forgotten.

Archer!

Yes, sir?

When is that blasted partycoming, anyway?

I don't know, sir.

You don't know, sir.

Hey, you.

Sir!

No, no, sir.Nothing since 11:30.

11:30?!

Do you realizeit's 5:30 now?!

Yes, sir.

Sir.

Archer,see what he wants.

Plumtree?

I ain't a'getting paidfor thinking, sir,

but I don't thinkthem folks is a'coming.

This came infrom Fort Reno, sir.

I'll be damned.

"Congressional Committeedelayed

"by bumpy roadsand dust storms.

"Decided to returnto Reno

"in order to rest up

for the Officers' Balltonight."

You mean they're notcoming here at all?

How long do theyexpect me to wait

to build some barracksout here?!

Archer! I'm goingto Fort Reno.

See to it.

Friend major, please.

Will you tell themabout the medicine

and the foodthe Indians need...

And all the thingsthat were promised?

Uncle, you mustmake him listen.

How can I?

You know whathe thinks of Quakers.

You've been herefrom the beginning.

You've watched them dieof smallpox

and measles and malaria.

You've watched them starve.

Haven't youanything to say?

Nothing thatyou can't say better.

Major Braden!

I'm asking youto plead for justice.

I'm asking youto make them realize

that over a thousandCheyenne

were brought here,

and only 286are left alive.

Miss Wright,

my responsibilityto the Indians

is only to guard them.

When you have reachedmy age,

you will have realized

that it pays to stickto your own knitting.

That's exactlywhat I intend to do.

Dull Knife,

Little Wolf.

What happened todaychanges nothing.

The Indian Bureauis still pledged

to provide you withadequate clothing

and rations.

You're still pledgedto abide by the law.

Remember that.

We are asked...

To remember much.

The white man...

Remembers nothing.

You spoke the truth

for us.

This we will...

Not forget.

But there will be

no more school.

Oh, no.

Oh, no, please don'tdo that to the children.

The white man's wordsare lies.

It is better

that our children

not learn them.

It is not the words,

but who speaks them.

Has speaking white men'swords made you a liar?

Our words were learnedlong ago...

And so beganwhat to most people

must seem to beonly a footnote in history.

It ain't my department,sir, but...

Looks to me like themkids is playin' hookey.

You're gonna bepretty lonesome,

friend Schoolteacher.

No scholars.

They'll come.

When?

Spanish Woman.

Friend Deborah,

leave this place.

Friend Thomas,

I can't leave now.

Bunking in thisschool house won't help.

It will show themthat I'm on their side.

Uh-uh,

not unless youcan change color.

Do you know whatthey call whites?

Ve'ho'es,

and ve'ho'es--

means spider.

That's right,

and that's whatthey think of us.

That's what they thinkof all of us.

And why shouldn't they?!

How many Cheyenneshave you fought?

How manyhave you killed?!

Look, will youtake the blinders off

just for once?

You--you claim noself-respecting Quaker

could fall in lovewith a soldier,

but you'vefallen in love

with a whole tribeof them.

Have you ever seena Cheyenne?

Of course I have.

No, you haven't!

All you've seenis reservation Indians

looking pitifulas fish out of water,

but give them a chance,

Will you listento me?!

It takes a blue coat

to make a white mana soldier,

but a Cheyenneis a soldier

from the first slapon his bottom.

War is his life.

He's fierce,he's smart,

and he'smeaner than sin.

Possibly you canonly think of the past,

but I'm here to thinkabout the future.

All right.

You think of the future.

Want some help?

I'll manage.

Better keepthat lamp lit tonight.

And if anything happens,

ring the bell.

- Little Wolf.- Yes!

What's happening?

This is nota place for you.

Spanish Woman...

Where are they going?

Home.

Home?

What you callYellowstone country.

What about the children?

They are Cheyenne.

Well, who willcare for them?

We will dowhat we can.

They are Cheyenne.

Dull Knife, the old chiefis much too sick.

He'll never makesuch a trip. Let--

If he lives to ride evena mile closer to home,

he will dieas a man should.

There will be no moredying in this place.

They've skipped.

Thank God.

What the helldo you mean by that?

I've waited since I was10 years old for this chance.

Then you'rea damned idiot.

I want "D" Troopready and mounted

in 10 minutes,"E" Troop and wagons

to followunder your command.

No artillery.Plumtree!

"E" Troop and trainreporting, sir.

You brought the wagons alongtoo fast, Mr. Scott.

Draft animalscan't stand it.

They can rest uptonight.

They can?

Well, now, that's an assumptionyou had no right to make.

We're gonna keep moving.

That's fine with me, sir.

Scott, tell me something.

Sir?

What put the blood in your eye?

It's just a private matter, sir.

Nothing that affectsan officer's conduct

is private.

My father died in theFetterman Massacre back in '66.

Mother and Iwere at the fort

when they broughthis body in.

I was only10 years old.

Until that time

I never wantedto be a soldier.

Well, that doesn'tgive you

a personal licenseto kill Indians.

The job of this Armyis to keep the peace.

I understand, sir.

You do, huh?

Well, just make sureyou understand

these Cheyenne broke no lawwhen they left the Agency

and they won't unlessthey cross the river.

So if you provoke trouble

I'll see that you losethose shoulder straps,

if I have totear 'em off myself.

Understood?

Understood, sir.

Mr. Scott!

Sir.

I knewyour father.

Guard on!

Sir!

Troop halt!

Prepare to dismount!

Prepareto dismount!

Dismount!

Sir!

Yes.

Jump the reservationright before your--

They haven't crossedthe river yet.

Sir, I mostrespectfully object--

Put it in writing.

Join your troop,mister.

Sir?

No. No, thanks.

Whoa.

Spanish Woman,

what's happening?

I think war.

Spanish Woman,speak to Dull Knife.

He'll listen to you.

I can donothing.

Nothing.

Schoolteacher.

Little Wolf,you promised that--

Take the children.Join the others.

Troop halt!

Troop halt!

Plumtree.

Sir?

I don't likethe look of it.

Take a lookup that canyon.

Yes, sir.

Jones,you cover him.

Jones!

Name's Smith,sir.

Oh.

Well, go on upwith him. Go on.

All right?

Yes, sir,

but thatcanyon there

is plum fullof Indians.

On ride! Into line!Yo!

Hey, Smitty,wait a minute!

On ride!Into line!

You've got a lot to explainto a court martial, Archer.

Sergeant!

Cannons ready!

Forward onthe double!

Cannons forward,on the double! Yo!

Prepare to dismount!

Prepareto dismount!

Dismount!

Horse-holdersto the rear!

Horse-holdersto the rear!

Troop!

Yes, sir.

Major Braden!

Go back toyour troop!

Major, I've gotto tell you

the majorityof those people

are women and children!

Maybe 50 or 60warriors.

Archer, you'reunder arrest.

Number one gun,

fire!

Number two gun, fire!

Firenumber one!

Fire!

Cease firing!

Where's the major?

Is he...

Yes, sir.

Pobrecita.Pobrecita.

They're angry,

because my sonfired the first shot.

Does it ever matter whofires the first shot?

Those dirty,murdering--

The major's dead, sir.

Pick up the horses.

Shut up!

Plumtree, Brown,

get the horsesoff the wagons.

Yes, sir.

Name's Smith, sir.

All right,get to work!

My son says

the soldiersdo not follow.

Dull Knife,you know the soldiers

will have to follow us.

Have you thought what willhappen to your wife and son?

There willbe war.

Little Wolf.

These are my wives.

I pray the young onewill give me sons,

but I want themto be born where I--

and all of my peoplebefore me--were born.

Even a dog can gowhere he likes,

but not a Cheyenne.

You may gowhere you like.

No.

No.

No!

But...

The report fromthe Army's field telegrapher

to headquarters in Omaha

listed onlynine casualties incurred

in the troop'sfirst encounter

with the homeward-boundCheyenne...

But by the time it came offthe press in Kansas City,

somehow it hadmysteriously grown to 29.

And suddenlyit expanded to 59, 69,

109 when the news reached

the tiny hamletsof the Western Plains.

Meanwhile, the Army

was franticallydeploying troops

along the 1,200 milesthat still lay

between the Cheyenneand their homeland.

The railroads they hadto cross were patrolled,

river crossings watched.

The alarm was spreadingthrough the west.

Settlers crossing the plainsdemanded Army escorts,

or they rushed franticallyto the safety of Army posts.

No one asked how manyIndians had escaped.

The word "Cheyenne"was enough;

heated words echoed throughthe halls of Congress.

The Departmentof the Interior

was crowded withwestern railroad tycoons,

mine owners,and land speculators,

all such peopleto whom Indian scares

meant lost dollars,

while the generalscame to fix the blame

on Carl Schurz,

the Secretaryof the Interior.

In his misguided effort

to eliminate corruptionin the Indian Bureau,

it was Mr. Schurz who hadbrought in the Quakers,

and to the Armyit was obviously the Quakers

who had encouragedthe Cheyenne to rebel.

In all the land, therewas not one voice raised

in behalf of the Cheyenne.

Until...

Take your pick.

They're all sayingthe same things

we're saying.

Blood-thirsty savageson the loose,

burning, killing, violatingbeautiful white women.

It's not news anymore!

We're gonna takea different tack.

From now on, we're goingto grieve for the noble red man.

Now, see to it.

But by now,any rumor could be believed,

because suddenlythe news from the west

had stopped.

The Cheyenneand their pursuers

had disappeared intothe emptiness and silence

of the thinly populatedcontinent.

Mr. Secretary.

Come in,come in.

Good afternoon, Mr. Secretary.

Now, no matter whatyou may have heard...

We assure youthere's nothing personal

about our proposedlegislation.

The entire Senatehas the greatest respect

for you, you know that.

Well, all I knowis that you're trying

to snatchthe Indian Bureau

away from my department

and hand it overto the Army.

Mr. Senator,

have you everseen a Cheyenne?

Arapahoe?Any Indian?

Have you evereven been west

of the Mississippiriver?

What are youdriving at, sir?

Well, just this:

So concernedabout Indians?

Well, it's strictlya matter of economy.

The Army has to beout there anyway.

Oh, so that'sall it is.

I was afraidperhaps that,

uh, some of thedollar patriots

who are sleepingon my doorstep

might have beensleeping on yours.

Sir, are you questioningour honesty of purpose?

No more than Iquestion theirs.

Theirhonest purpose

is to grab everyacre of land

the Indians oncethought they owned.

You can't saythat's Army policy.

Well, I can saythat it amounts

to the same thing.

The smallerthe reservations,

the easierthey are to guard.

You let the Armyhave its way

and they'll end up

the sizeof postage stamps;

exactly what theland-grabbers want.

We'll be late forthat committee meeting.

Excuse us,Mr. Secretary.

Oh, Henry.

You and I foughttogether at Gettysburg.

You'd never evenseen a Negro slave.

All you ever knewwas that--

was that they werehuman beings,

with the rightsof human beings...

And it was worthan arm to you.

Carl, I'll stallthis legislation,

but unless thoseCheyenne are found soon

or if you makeone false move,

God help you.

God help me.

Leave us.

When Little Wolfspeaks ve'ho'e words,

they are formy ears alone.

Hyah!

This I say--

we have alwaysthought as one.

Never has the thicknessof a straw come between us.

We still think as one.

As war chief,

I may raise my handonly against the enemy.

We still think as one.

That is why I mustsleep with no wife,

saving all my strength

for a fight againstthe soldiers.

But your son...

Tries to stealmy youngest wife.

This cannot be.

He is of my blood...

And my bloodhas never been bad.

He is of your blood...

But he is not you.

Troop halt!

Troop halt!

Sergeant!

Mr. Scott!

Unlimber the guns!

If we attack, I thinkwe're in for a beating,

so here's what I want--

And a lot of flat landto cross

before we get there.

Well, they ain't donenothin' foolish yet.

I know.

Take "D" Troop.Get on their flanks.

Sir!

Mr. Scott,dismount half of "E" Troop

to protectthe guns and wagons,

and you move outwith the rest

to coverthe right flank.

Yes, sir.

And, uh...

Remember, Mr. Scott...

The trick to being braveis not to be too brave.

Any questions?

No questions,sir.

Right.

Plumtree!

Murphy!

Take the point!

Take the point!

Yo!

"A" Troop! Lead out!

Hyah!

A little fasterover there, Joe.

Come on.

Hurry it up, Joe.

Come on.

You all right?

Well, yes, sir.

On the left,in a line!

Forward at the walk!

Yo!

Walk trot!

What in the hellis that kid doin'?

As you were!

What the hellis he doin'?

Canter!

Company, charge!

Mr. Scott!

Scott!

Damn you!

On the left,in the line!

Yo!

Prepare to dismount!

Get the guns out!

How about the wagon, sir?

Get the guns! Move!

Yes, sir.

Come on, move it!

Get 'em out of there.Let's go!

Come on!Get out of there.

Mr. Scott!

I told youto cover that flank.

I'm sorry, sir.

From now on,you don't scratch

till I itch.Is that clear?

Yes, sir.

Plumtree! Thompson!

Here,let me have it.

Sir...

Despitethe Indian scare,

from Texas to the railheadin Dodge City, Kansas.

Sometimesthe hungry Cheyenne

were able to pick upa few stray cows,

and sometimes they evenbegged for charity

from the tough trail hands.

Yo! Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!

Come here!Come here!

Look there.

A real blanket-headInjun.

I sure would like

to have methat little paint.

And I sure would liketo kill me a Injun.

Can't youg-g-g-g-gut eaters

talk any Texican?

Yes, sir. I'd sure loveto kill me a Injun.

I dare ya,Homer.

You dare me?

I dare you.

Ha ha!

Ha ha!

I've always wantedto kill me a Injun.

All them old-timersback home are hoorahing

about how manyscalps they've took.

Jesse, that'sone of them there--

that's one of themthere Cheyennes.

We'd betterskedaddle

and get that herdout of here.

Let's go!

Not till I getmy scalp, we won't.

G-O-O-D.

Good.

G-O-O, good.

G-O-O-D. Good.

Good.

Where are youtaking my colt?

My colt! My colt!

Always they had to move

through unwantedand desolate country

where the chances of detectionand capture were fewer,

and there the land was poorand wild game rare.

Always hungerbade at their heels

more fiercelythan the soldiers.

What is it?

Hotoae.

Hotoae.

I don't understand.

A-B-C-D.

Hotoae!Hotoae!

Hotoae.

Oh, buffalo.

Oh.

Buffalo.

Do you rememberwhat a buffalo looks like?

No?

Soon she willsee one again.

Many, many.

Always they comefrom the north

before the cold.

Always over same ground.

Then our bellieswill be full again.

Our bellieswill be full,

and no longerwill we be alone.

Our friends,the Dakota...

Sioux?

Will be coming southwith the buffalo.

Always it is so.

It's got to be soon.

Very, very soon.

And thenin one tragic instant,

after 500 miles and manyweeks of desperate flight,

hope was gone.

The white huntershad been there first,

but for hides.

The hungry Cheyennenow stood alone.

Extra! Extra!

Latest on the red devils!

Cheyennes attack settlersand massacre 'em!

Extra!Read all about it!

Extra!

Dog!

Guinevere!

Dog Kelly.

Guinevere Plantagenet.

Good to see you.

Welcome to Dodge City.

Ladies.

Girls.

Come on.Come on in.

Cards, gentlemen,if you please.

Ace, king,

and a jack.

Ace bets.

Check.

Wait a minute.

How come you checkwith an ace showin'?

Oh, is that an ace?

I'm blind as a bat.

Now, Marshall,you can see

right throughto my ace in the hole.

What's your aceworth, Major?

Check.

$5 for a start.

Call.

Call.

Cards.

Ace, deuce.

Mingle, girls.

Jack right here.

Oh, no, no.Just a slug of rye.

Ace, jack, 7.

Say.

Isn't that Wyatt Earp?

Sure. Over in the cornerplayin' poker.

Excuse me, Mayor.

Miss Plantagenet.

Major.

Now there's a realroyal name, gentlemen,

and a noble lady.

You bet 25 bucks?

Doctor Holliday.Wyatt.

Hi.

Well, last yearback in Wichita...

No. Don't do that.Don't do it.

Keep your handsoff the cards.

Tsk, tsk. Well...

You thought this wasthe prettiest dress

you ever saw.

Why, you couldn'ttake your eyes off it.

That was whenI was 10-high,

and now I'mace-high.

Doc, whatdo you do?

I draw.

Would you like tojoin us, Madame?

Madame?

Madame?!

Are you gonnasit there

and let this tinhorninsult me?

It doesn't makeany difference.

What kindof a marshal are you?

Doc Holliday,now, come on.

Apologize to the lady.

I'll call.

Forgive me,Mademoiselle.

What the hell kindof talk is this?

As I understand it,

a mademoiselleis a madame

who ain't quitemade it yet,

only youngerand friskier.

I'd call ita compliment.

Oh, you would,would you?

A brave marshal.

Why, he won't even protecta lady from an insult.

Wyatt Earp!

You sure gota great way

with women, Wyatt.

The only trouble isshe thinks she knew me

back in Wichita,

and I just plaincan't remember.

That makes for a veryembarrassing situation.

All right.The deuce is best.

Bet the whole lot.

Hey!

How many men will thisleave at the fort?

Oh, abouta corporal squad.

A corporal squad?

Now, don't worry,Mayor.

We'll cut them Indiansdown to our size.

Why, you can't leavethis town unprotected...

- Orders.- Like this.

Well, listen,I tell you,

I'm gonna haveyour command for this.

We'll see youwhen we get back.

I'm gonna--I'll tell you,

I'm gonna writeto Washington,

and when theyget my letter...

You can't leavea town like this...

Unprotected...

Like this.

No.

Hey! To the saloon!

Aren't horses in herea bit unusual?

What horses?

You bettin'or not?

Ten.

I stay.

We been ridin' them bulls!

Bottle up.Get 'er down!

You sound Texas.

We ain't heard anyTexas around here

for quite a while.

Extra! Extra! Lateston the Cheyennes.

Commit murderand pillage.

Extra, extra!

Eyewitness report.

Cheyennescommit murder--

What's youfellas' hurry?

You rushingfor a train?

Fort. We got a-plentyto tell them soldiers.

Plenty, and then some.

You hear that?You're too late.

All of thecorporal's gone.

It's gone west tofight the Cheyenne.

What? Them damn fools.

Mister, we just fought offthem murdering devils

southeast of here,

but we showed them howthe cow eats the cabbage,

didn't we, boys?

If you don't believe it,take a look at that.

After they killedfour people,

we thank the Lordand his avenging sword.

Indians, huh? Well,just southeast.

Well, Indians,well--Wyatt!

Wyatt, you've gotto listen to me.

Wyatt! You've gotto listen to me.

Quiet down there.Shut up!

What's he sayin'?

Something aboutIndians.

You planon putting up

one of themwooden Indians

out front, Mayor?

It would lookreal nice.

It would givethe place some tone.

Wyatt, listen.The Army's pulled out,

and we're all aboutto be masa-creed!

That's w-w-w-Wyattw-w-w-Wyatt--

Wyatt Earp.Yeah, I know.

Yeah. That deckfeels light.

Don't lookat me.

I sometimesdecorate cards,

I neversteal them.

Well, just listento this.

"Several herdersmurdered.

"Farmhousesburned down.

"Straggling bandsof Indians

"raiding everywhere,

and the goodtrains robbed."

Wyatt. Wyatt.

Over thereare four Texans

who just hada battle--

yeah, it is light.

Are you claimingyou can judge

the weight ofone single card?

Count 'em.

Wyatt. The fateof this city

rests in our hands.

Your hands.

Strike me deadif there aren't 51.

Let me see.

Oh, it's notjust the town,

it's business.Now, you all know

that we dependupon them Texans

comin' up here with wagesin their pockets.

Well, they haven'tbeen coming up

as muchas they have been.

And if this kindof stuff keeps up,

they won'tbe coming at all.

Bless my soul.Fifty-one.

Now, Major,you were the last one

to shuffle that deck,and where's that card?

Every citizen of Dodgestands with anyone--

Gentlemen, I swearI didn't palm it.

Major, where's the card?

Wyatt, if we shoot him,

we won't have anyoneleft to play with.

Gentlemen.

That's a good point.New deck.

Now, Mayor, aboutall these things

you readin the newspaper,

now, did you everin your whole life

read anything truein that paper?

You calling mea liar?

Take a lookat them apples.

Get outta here.

Well, you fellows

drove a herd uphere, where is it?

We got 'em g-g-grazingabout a m-m-mile

outside of t-t-town here.

Well, if you'd runinto a flock of Cheyenne,

your herd would bebulging Cheyenne bellies

by this time.

Then you arecalling me a liar.

Gentlemen,I open for ten.

Well, you gonnatake that back

or ain't you?

See thatand I'll raise it.

Answer me!

I don't give a damn

if you are the bestgunslinger in Kansas.

Take that back, now!

Ace checks.

I'll bet 20.

I don't doubtyour word,

I just--just, uh,question your eyesight.

You question my eyesighttoo, mister?

Er, kings say 20.

I'll up you 20.

Something smellsof fish. I'll drop.

Wyatt, for the last time,come on. That's an order.

You too, Holiday.

Are you stillcalling me a liar

or ain't you?I'd purely love

to haveyour scalp, too.

Now, Texas, you're justtalking yourself

straight intothe cala-boose.

Not me. The Injuns.

Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!

Look at that.

Tsk tsk tsk.

Your deal,Marshall.

Wyatt! Wyatt!

Damn it, Wyatt.

That fellow's bleedingall over the place,

and the bullet's stillin his foot.

Now, I've seen youoperate on a horse once,

and you've gonnagive him a hand.

It's awfulnoisy in here.

Now, whatabout you?

I'm out.

You're out.And you?

- I raise.- You raise.

Now, I'll see youand raise you 20.

Oh, Wyatt.You shot him.

All right.Fine, fine.

A fellow just wants

a little friendlygame of poker,

and uh...

Ooh! Ow!

While you're thinkingit over, Major...

All right, come on.Put him up on the bar.

No, no, Wyatt.Not the bar.

He'll bleedall over it.

Take him outside.

It's genuinemahogany, Wyatt.

All right.Put him up on the bar.

Oh, no, Wyatt.Not the bar.

Take him outside.Put him on his horse.

Aw, shut up!

This is genuinemahogany.

Ow! Ow! Ow!

His blood'll stain it,Wyatt.

Now, don't you cowpokesever wear any socks?

I do. Eh--eh,once in a while.

Jesse.

Here.

Thank you, uh,thank you, Miss, uh--

Plantagenet.

Wichita.

Thank you. Now, would youhold that bottle up, miss?

Hold it up high. Now, you,

I want you to keep your eyeright on that bottle.

Don't even blink.

It's kind of likehypnotizing you.

Keep your eyeright on it. Homer?

Keep your eyeright on the bottle.

You're not gonnaeven feel it.

Give me the bottle.

One side, please.

What if that ashfell by mistake?

Wyatt might shoot you...

By mistake.

There it is.Miss, may I...

Uh...

All right.Take him away.

Now, wait a minute.

There you are.Good as new.

Hey, dog.You missed one.

Come on. Come on.Come on.

Come on, get out.

Honest game.

Major, do you haveany news for me?

I know you're bluffing,Earp. I'm out.

Ah ah ah.Ah ah.

Say, you're the doctoraround here.

How come I alwayshave to perform

all the complicatedoperations?

You know I'm a dentist,not a doctor.

Wait till somebodyshoots him in the teeth.

Ah.

It's your deal.

Are you sure that's allthere is in there?

Come on. Come on.

Go on, men.Load it up there.

Come on. Get it outof that stall there.

Get your lotout of there.

Come on, men.Get it up there.

Mayor,what in the blazes

are you doing?

Why, loading ammunition.What's it look like?

Come on now, men.Get it on there.

Grant took Richmondwith less than that.

Well, it never hurtsto be prepared.

Now, Mayor. Hold on,hold on.

Now, I've justbeen thinking.

Seeing as howyou control

all the gamblingin this town,

and I get 10%of the take,

just exactly what wouldhappen to my livelihood

if you went outand got yourself shot?

So it behooveshim to keep you

at least 10% alive.

So, Mayor.Why don't you

just go back to your officeand take it easy,

and just see thatthat precious hide of yours

don't get piercedby any foreign objects,

and the doctor here and mewill go forth and assume--

Ladies and gentlemen--

Hey, get offof here!

What the hellis this?

Marshall--I mean,field marshall,

you've got quitea motley Army.

Yeah.

Colonel, here.

Oh, there's MissWhat's-Her-Name.

Say! Say, Miss, uh...

Where are you going?

Following the flag,Mr. Earp.

Where the men go,we go.

I'd say that's quiteunderstandable, Wyatt.

After all,the girls have to--

I know, I know,I know, I know.

All right, sergeant...Blow your horn.

General, do you mind

confiding yourplan of campaign

to yourchief of staff?

Not at all.Not at all.

From which direction

are these blood-thirstyCheyenne savages approaching?

Southwest, of course.

And in which directionare we headed?

Northeast.

That's my planof campaign.

Have a beer, ma'am.

There they are!Indians! Indians!

Doctor? As a Christiangentlemen,

I am opposedto profanity.

But let's getthe hell outta here?

Right. Hyah!

Whoa! Whoa!

Aah! Oh!

Whoa! Whoa!

Something'sgone wrong!

Whoa!

Hey, grab that Miss--

Plantagenet.

Aah! Oh!

Grab her, Doc!

Grab her!Don't let her get away!

Come on, grab her!Hyah, hyah, hyah!

Oh! Oh!

Ah!

By golly, I did know herin Wichita. Yah!

And so endedthe Battle of Dodge City.

Casualties?One silk dress.

Essex, sir.

Archer.

Coffee, sir?

Coffee.

Here's the answerto your message, sir.

Help yourself.

Oh, thanks.

Important?

The usual thing.

No reinforcementsavailable.

Well, didn't youtell them

your company'sin no shape to fight?

Yes, sir.I told him

we're all scatteredup and down the line,

and I haven't evenseen the captain in two days.

There've been too manyof these false alarms.

We'll have to waituntil we can swear

we saw them tryingto cross the tracks.

Yeah, if they haven'tcrossed already.

They can't have done that.Nobody could.

Not even a rabbitcould get--

You're not talkingabout Cheyenne.

Well, tomorrow,come sun-up,

I'm sending outmy own patrols.

Both sidesof the river.

With 900 milesstill to go

to reach theirnorthern home,

the Cheyenne suddenlyfaced a hazard

they had never heard of.

The long lineof steel rails

were as the barsof a prison.

Well, what do youthink you're doing?

Have a snort.

Where the helldid you get that?

See that nice,shiny boot?

Yeah.

CaptainWhat's-His-Name

is an infantry officer,a doughfoot.

Now, why doinfantry officers

need nice,shiny boots?

I'll bite. Why?

To hide whiskey bottles in.

Look, Sergeant,you sober up

and be readyto move out

when I give youthe word,

or you'reMr. Wichowsky.

Sonny.

Sonny.

It's plain to see

you ain't the officeryou used to be.

No.

Ten days ago.

Thirty years.Thirty years, and ten days.

Thank you.Thank you.

You're talkingto Mr. Wichowsky,

so climb offthat high horse

and drink mea little toast.

Uh-uh. No-no.

No, you climb offyour high horse,

and you get readyto sign this.

You're reenlisting,as of right now.

Oh, no, I ain't.

Oh, yes, you are.

You want to know why?

Why?

I'm a Pole.

Really?

What have they got?

They've got Cossacks.

Mmm.

You know whata Cossack is?

What?

A Cossackis a man on a horse

with a fur capon his head,

and a saberin his hand.

Now, he kills Polesjust because they're Poles,

like we're tryingto kill Indians

just becausethey're Indians.

I was proud to bean American soldier,

but I ain't proudto be a Cossack.

Wichowsky, you foughtIndians before.

I fought Indianswho wanted to fight me,

not just some poor,starving blanket-heads

trying to go home!

All right,Mr. Wichowsky.

Did you say you hada drink for me?

Well, sure, Tom.

Thank you very much,Stanislaus.

Ah. See you around.

Hey, doughfoot.Seen any Injuns around?

I guess they musthave skedaddled

when they heard youmanure-spreaders was coming.

Manure spreaders.

Hmm!

Hey, wait a minute.

Hey, Smitty.Can you read?

Well, sure, I can read,and write.

"Debra Wright.Her book."

Sir.

Yes?

Sir, we, uh...

Well, speak up,Murphy.

We--we found thisin the river.

It means they've crossed.

What, sir?

Trumpeter?

Sir.

Boots and saddles.

Good luck, sir.

Well, good morning,Mr. Wichowsky.

Sergeant Wichowsky, sir,

reporting for duty.

Sign me in.

Sign it yourself.I'm busy.

Yo! Forwardat the canter! Yo!

And sothe pursuit continued,

across changing terrainand changes of season.

The pursuers sometimesalmost as hungry

and exhaustedas the pursued.

Halt! Who goes there?

Mr. Scott!

Well.

Lieutenant Scott,reporting for duty, sir.

Did the surgeonrelease you?

I slipped away, sir.

Mm-hmm.

And how 'bout thisgovernment horse?

Well, he slippedaway, too, sir.

I see.

You know something,Mr. Scott?

What, sir?

You might makea soldier after all.

Well, thank you, sir.

You're welcome.Wichowsky.

Sir!

Boots and saddles!

Boots and saddles?

Boots and saddles.

Boots and saddles.

What's the matter, sir?

Fort Robinsonis near here.

If we go there--

we will die beforewe reach our homeland.

There was hope inyour heart when we started!

Where has it gone?

Maybe the hunger,clawing out our bellies,

has clawedmy hope away, too.

Why was I given this?

Why?

To lead our people home.

If we go on,the children will die.

If we goto Fort Robinson,

you will speak for us?

Yes, of course.

The straw hascome between us.

Yes.

Now our peoplemust choose

who they wantto follow.

And so,in the grim north of Nebraska,

with less than700 miles to go,

and over 800 milesof pain and hunger behind them,

the Cheyenne nationbroke apart.

Off to your right, now.Off to your right.

That way.

That way.

Cheyenne, sir.

Good, good.Feed them.

Find shelter for them.

And give them good fireand make them...Comfort.

Sir.

Ja, ja.

This willmake me a major.

Would you bepullin' the curtain?

That must have beena terrible, terrible journey.

Well, it's exhaustionand malnutrition.

Oh, it's--it's a horribleleg altogether,

but we'll feed herand keep her warm.

And I'm afraidafter a while,

I'm going tohave to operate.

I wish...

I wish I werea better doctor.

Captain Archer, sir.

Captain Oscar Wessels.

Well...

There areyour Cheyenne.

Ja, ja, you areright, captain Archer.

Fenimore Cooper knewlittle about Indians.

But his books first mademe interested in them.

Here. Halfthe volumes you see here

are about Indianlife and culture,

but no one elsewill read them.

Captain Wesselsneglects to mention

that most of themare written in German.

So Captain, you don'tbelieve that the Indians

should be wiped offthe face of the earth

along with the buffalo?

Agh! Nein! No!Of course not.

Miss Wright,

it has beenmuch too long

since we could enjoya lady's presence.

Here. Does cigarsmoke bother you?

Captain, I'm so happyto be warm and comfortable

that nothingcould bother me.

Ah, danke.

Yes?

Oh...Excuse me.

Headquarters, sir.Urgent.

Stand by.

"Omaha. Cheyennes are to bekept under restraint

and then returned south as soonas escort troopers arrive."

But they surrenderedvoluntarily.

Oh, this is simplya military routine.

They escapedfrom a reservation

and areto be returned.

Murder's not routine.

These people couldnever survive that march

in the dead of winter.

Excuse me.

Captain Archer,I feel as you do,

but this is an order.

An order.

Mr. Peterson.

Sir?

The warehouse is empty.We can put them there.

Captain!

The fort area'srestraint enough.

Where can theyeven try to go

in this weather?

This order came to me.

And to me isthe responsibility.

I can take no chances.

You claimto be a doctor.

You gonna let him putthose women and children

in a warehouseat ten below zero?

What are yougonna do about it?

What are yougonna do about it?

As ordered, sir.

Orders are orders.

Well, this timewe ain't the Cossacks.

Well?!

I am commanderof this post.

All messages mustbe cleared through me.

I readyour report, captain.

It doesn't beginto give a picture

of this situation.

One must be tactfulwith higher authority.

Would you have mecall them fools?

No, I'd have youtell 'em the truth.

They havegiven me an order.

An order.

I questioned it once.

It will notbe questioned again.

You will acceptno more messages

from this officer.

He'll accept this one,because you can't refuse

to allow it.

I have a month'sleave coming.

I'm requestingtwo weeks of it.

Why? Why at this time?

I'm not requiredto tell you why.

Lock the door.

Lock the door?

I saidlock the door!

Sir...

Never mind!

You, Dull Knife.

You and your peoplewill be prepared

to start southin the morning.

We will not go back.

You haveno other choice.

If you tryto force us...

First I die.

We will not go back.

Who in herespeaks English?

Besides this--this--this chief!

Yes.

You?

Yes.

You will tell your people

that I have tried to getthe order delayed until spring,

but the order stands.

However...

I will provideadditional wagons

for the sick and feeble.

And you willfurther tell them

that their chief--

This chief is brave...

But no longer wise.

They must obeyjust as I obey.

They will not go back.

Life there is not life.

They will die here.

Authority mustand will be obeyed.

They will die here.

There will beno more food,

no more water,

and--

and no more firewood...

Until theychange their minds.

They will not go back.

Hello.

She's not gonnalose her--

No, no, not at all.Not at all.

You know, I wasa good surgeon once.

See that? I haven'thad a drink in a week.

Amazing.

God's truth.

Look for yourself here.

Hello, Scott.

Hello, sir.

Aye, it ispneumonia all right,

but he's youngand strong,

thanks be to God,

so he got over it.

Good, he'll be onhis feet in no time.

Now, what's this, huh?

T-R...

Oh! "A"...

"A"...

"I"...

"I"...

"N."

"N."

Train.

Train!

That's good.Very good.

Bye, honey.

Good luck, Scott.

Good luckto you, sir.

I'll need it.

You're going away.

I hope you'll be herewhen I get back.

T-R-A-I-N.

Miss Wright,if you please.

I hope you know whatyou're doing, sir.

Let's go.

Smith, sir.

All right. Move.

Yes?

I was told the secretarywanted to see me.

Were you also toldthat the secretary

is a very busy man?

Well, sir, I am alsoa very busy man.

And what is your name?

Archer, Captain Archer.

I do not see the nameof a Captain Archer--

Look, sir, I have to getback to Fort Robinson.

Fort Robinson?

I've been wantingto meet someone

from Fort Robinson.

Come with me.

Thank you.

Gentlemen,gentlemen, please!

Come in.

Captain Archer,aren't you?

Yes, that's right.

This is my hideout.

This is whereI keep away

from the leechesand vultures upstairs--

Excuse me, butI have an appointment

with Mr. Schurz,the secretary--

I'm Carl Schurz.Cigar?

Oh, I'm sorry, sir.

I didn't recognize you.

Nobody does.Sit down. Sit down.

Oh, thank you.Thank you.

Captain, I understandyou've been making yourself

quite unpopularover at the War Department.

For what purpose?

Is that why youwanted to see me, sir?

I'm not supposedto discuss this

outside of channels.

Well, if itconcerns the Indians

at Fort Robinson,I'm the channel.

I'd like to knowwhy you're risking

your career,your commission,

by questioningsuperior authority.

I'd like to know, uh...

Confidentially,the truth.

I don't oftenmanage to hear it.

Well, sir...

At Fort Robinson,I've seen respect

for superior authoritygone stark raving mad.

Those Indians are dyingof cold and starvation

in that prison.

I only heardthey were being--

What's the word--

Restrained?

- Uh-uh.- Disciplined?

No, sir.

Murderedis the right word.

And you'd like me todo something about it.

Sir, I only know what thoseCheyenne have gone through.

If the peoplehad seen it,

they wouldn'thave liked it.

The people?

Captain...

You're asking meto make that false move

that a lot of peoplehave been hoping for.

They needyour help, sir.

There's a trainat 7:00 this evening

for the West.You'll be on it.

Thank you.

Thank youvery much, sir.

Old friend...

Old friend,

what would you do?

Ah, they sound like a--

a thousand bansheesout there,

keening overthe grave of Cruachan.

Young lady, youdon't seem to realize

what you'reasking of me.

The Army is the onlyliving that I have.

Now, you listento me for a minute,

and I'llexplain it to you.

Look, when I was studyingmedicine on the continent,

it was read a book,look at a corpse,

and say, "thank youfor the license."

Well, the Civil Warchanged all that.

Civil warwas my salvation.

I steppedright off a boat

and straightinto uniform,

and I had the good senseto stay there.

Now, all I've doneever since

is hand out blue pills

and givedoses of castor oil.

Man alive, I--

Look,I'll starve to death

in civilian practice--

You use the word lightly.

Lightly! I--

These Cheyenneare starving now.

Now, listen to me.

Listen to me,Miss Wright!

You're a Quaker,

and you're dedicatedto self-sacrifice.

Well, I'm dedicated toself-preservation!

You know, you want me togo out there, don't you?

Yeah, and takeme future, me career,

and me pension and throwit down the drain.

Is that whatyou want, huh?

Yeah, well...

That's exactly whatI'm going to do.

Captain,

you've got troubleon your hands.

Trouble? How can therebe trouble?

They have nothingto fight with.

Their bare hands,maybe.

Hands.

The question is, do youwant to be responsible?

Responsible?

I am responsiblefor nothing.

None of them have to die.

They could have walkedout of there

anytime they liked.

I have simply beenthe instrument of an order.

An order I did notagree with.

You say that as--as ifyou've memorized it.

Why? Why you talk to me?

Why don't you talkto those Indians?

That is wherethe blame is.

Anytime--

anytime they couldhave ended this.

First it was the orderfrom headquarters.

Now it's the Indians.

Everybody isto blame but you.

I will not stand forany more insubordination.

The whole truthof this matter is

- that you have--- Get out!

Let this becomea test of wills

between youand the Cheyenne.

You have made it yourown personal fight.

You are a liar.

You lie!

Oh,

nothing I have doneis personal.

I am a soldier.

I was a soldierin Prussia,

and I ama soldier here.

All my life I havegiven and taken orders.

What would be this worldwithout orders, huh?

What would be?

Chaos,

anarchy,that's what would be.

Well, I'll not let thatstart here.

And you--

You--you--oh--

I will not let youspread these lies.

You are under arrest.

Gentlemen!

Ah, Mr. Peterson.

Lieutenant Peterson,bear witness.

I have justarrested this man.

You are mistaken,Captain.

I am notunder arrest,

but you are.

Huh?

The regulations state,

"that when an officer..."

I know the regulations.

"Due to alcoholism,

- Alcoholism?!- "Brain injury,

"or any kindreddisability,

is not capableof command..."

What did you see of this?

"He may be removed."

I am doing just that.

You are the one withbrain disease, not me.

I am doing just that,sir. These men are--

I will see that you arecourt-martialed and shot!

My witnesses,but I am assuming

full responsibility.

You are confinedto quarters.

Officer of the day,the keys, please.

Mr. Peterson,

I am takingfull responsibility.

Aah!

On the double.On the double!

Men, take your mark!

Oh, glory be to God!

As you were!

Stop it, you idiots,stop it!

Has authority beensufficiently obeyed, sir?

As if guided by instinct,

the survivorsof the Cheyenne

joined together 1,200 miles

from the territorythey had fled,

at a place inthe arid hills of Dakota

which they held sacred,

called, in their language,

"Victory Cave."

Ve'ho'e! Ve'ho'e!

Cavalry in position,sir.

Colonel, I'dlike to have you meet

the Secretaryof the Interior,

Carl Schurz.

Well, I'm glad to seeyou, Mr. Secretary.

Riding all night didn'thelp my lumbago.

That coffee I smell?

Yes, sir.

- Captain uh--- Archer, sir.

Archer.

You see those guns,Mr. Secretary?

Yes.

Well, in just aboutone minute, now, sir--

Yes, I know. I know.

You're all set.

But not beforeI've had a chance

to talkto those Indians.

Well, now,this is hardly

a civilian matter,Mr. Secretary.

Army coffee hasn't improvedin all these years.

I have my orders fromGeneral Sheridan, sir.

One question,Colonel.

Do you enjoykilling Indians?

Women? Children?

Well, no, of course--

Well, then you'll bepleased I came.

You mean the ordershave been changed?

I mean that the groundthat you're standing on

is government propertycontrolled by

the Departmentof the Interior.

Now either I parlaywith those Cheyenne,

or I consider you andyour troops trespassers.

Well, that's absurd,Mr. Secretary.

Colonel, I know,

I may be on shakylegal ground,

but, uh, that's forthe courts to decide.

You ever have lumbago?

Uh, no, sir, I--

Little Wolf,Dull Knife,

this is Mr. Schurz,

one of the chiefs

of our governmentin Washington.

They bothspeak English, sir.

Oh, good, good.

I know how many promises

have been made to youand then broken,

but I'm not hereto make any promises.

I'm asking youto take a gamble.

All ve'ho'e wordsare the same.

You keep us talking.

The soldiers.

Now, please listento me. Please.

You've madeone of the most

heroic marchesin history.

You deserve to go backto your own homeland

and stay there in peace.

I'm sure that the peopleof this country

will understand--will agree

when they hearthe facts.

Now, will youtake the gamble?

The people--

who will tell them?

Who willtell the people

about Fort Robinson?

I will.

I promise you.

You call thisVictory Cave.

You can have another

greater victoryhere.

Right now.

He speaks the truth.

We have no--

Tobacco.

No tobacco

for the peace pipe.

Well...

Maybe we can starta new custom.

Thank you.

But there werestill wounds to heal,

and there was stillpeace to be made

among thosewho had lived through

the long heroic march,

and there were still somewho had yet to come home

to the land of the Cheyenne.

And so whenthe nation was safe,

the sacred bundle,

symbol ofthe chief of chiefs,

was passed on,

for no one could carry it

who had shed the blood

of another Cheyenne.

Home.

H-O-M-E.

Home.

H-O-M-E.

Home.