All language subtitles for Wagons West (Beebe, Ford 1952)_WEBRip.1080p.x264.AAC_EN

Stay there, boy.

Alright, mister.

'Reach for the sky.'

Sure, as soon as
I finish my beans.

You heard me. Reach!

- 'I'm not foolin'.'
- Of course, you're not.

I know a real outlaw
when I see one.

Once I start to eat,
I hate to quit.

You'll have some?

Where's the hombre
that's with ya?

Nobody with me.

- Then whose plate is that?
- It's yours.

'Probably little cold by now.'

'It took you longer
to get here than I figured.'

You-you saw me comin'?

The time you got off your horse
and started

crawling through the rocks.

A-and you let me
get the drop on you?

How come you didn't
take a shot at me?

Oh, I don't know,
I don't have any enemies

around here that I know of.

If I did, they'd probably be
a little older than you.

I'm..

Bacon and beans
aren't much to offer

but they're mighty fillin'.

Sounds like your friend's
hungry too.

Here, Buzz.

Here you are, boy.

Come on.

Thanks, mister.

We appreciate it.

You're welcome.

Here you are, Buzz.
This is more of your style.

Gee, I..

Sorry, I snuck up on you.

I mean, tried to.

Forget it.

What do they call you back home?

Ben Wilkins.

My name's Curtis. Jeff Curtis.

Jeff Curtis, the wagon master?

That's right.
You from the wagon train?

Umm, yeah, I was.

But I'm not anymore.

I'm traveling alone.

Me and Buzz.

Oh, it's a nice country.
Of course, every once in a while

an Indian or two shows up but..

'...aside from that,
and wolves..'

...nice country.

The Indians, they're
all friendly, aren't they?

Oh, yeah, mostly.

Once in a while,
they go on the warpath.

That all depends on
how they feel.

'How far you're goin'?'

California.

Maybe Oregon, I guess.

You wanna tell me about it, Ben?

Mr. Cook, the head of the wagons

he was gonna kill my dog.

Why?

Oh, he says that dogs
are too much trouble.

That they eat too much.

Told my dad to get rid of him
and my sister...

Now hold it a minute. This Cook
was gonna destroy all the dogs

before you started your trip?

Yes, sir. My dad tried to argue
with him but he's sick and...

Uh, who's sick?
Your dad or Mr. Cook?

'My father. He's going West
for his health.'

Don't imagine this is gonna
do his health much good

your running away like this,
Ben.

I know but..

But me and Buzz, we..

Tell you what, Ben,
how do you like

to lend Buzz to me
for a few weeks?

What do you mean?

I'll tell you about it while
we're getting your horse.

If we leave now, we oughta be
in Joplin by noon tomorrow.

'And we'll start promptly
at sunup tomorrow.'

Be sure to check your guns
and ammunition very carefully.

My wagon will lead out
and my nephew's wagon here

will come right along behind me.

'The rest of you, figure out
your positions in the train'

'anyway you want to.'

If you can't agree on
your places, come see me.

Now then,
are there any questions?

Uh, Mr. Cook..

...going across Indian country
without a regular wagon master

is a little risky, isn't it?

They say this Curtis
is one of the best.

He's probably like the rest
of his breed.

They can't settle anywhere
and make a livin'

so they guide settlers
across the country.

'As soon as they get their pay,
they go on a spree till broke.'

'That's why he isn't here now.
Still celebrating somewhere.'

What about Sam Wilkins? He's
gone out lookin' for his boy.

And he might not
get back by sunup.

Well, that's his worry. We don't
want anyone in this wagon train

that can't discipline
his own family.

But Sam is a sick man, Mr. Cook.

And he's got his daughter
along too.

Personally, I'm not leaving
here without him.

Or without
a wagon master either.

Me neither!

Yeah, me and my sisters
are waitin' too.

Cyrus, looks like you and your
nephews are gonna be all alone.

Alright, the rest of you
can do as you please.

I'm leaving at sunup tomorrow.

If all of your wagons are ready,
we'll leave at sundown today.

- Who are you?
- Jeff Curtis.

I dragged myself out of
the gutter as fast as I could.

We're sure glad to see you,
Mr. Curtis.

- My name's Johnson.
- Howdy?

Curtis,
I'm Slocum from Tennessee.

- What about the Indians?
- They're friendly, aren't they?

Yeah, most of the tribes
are friendly.

Those that aren't
generally don't attack

a well-armed wagon train.

Where've you been? Your sister's
been worried about you.

What's the idea of
running off like that?

- You Wilkins?
- No, I'm not. I'm Clay Cook.

- This brat ran off...
- You related to the boy?

No, but he'd like to be.
He's sweet on my sister.

- If I'd anything to say...
- Get back to your wagon...

Look, if the boy needs
any disciplining

let his father do it.

- Now, listen, Curtis...
- Forget it, Clay.

Ben, you go back to your wagon.
Leave that dog here.

- You know the orders.
- What orders, Mr. Cook?

We're not taking any dogs
on this trip, Curtis.

Too much trouble
to look after him.

That's funny. Never heard of a
wagon train without dogs before.

They can smell an Indian farther
than you can see one.

We won't need any dogs.
The Indians are friendly.

I still wanna know
when they're around.

That's why I'm taking Buzz.

The boy ran away because of that
dog. He disobeyed orders.

This is serious, Curtis.

In the wagon train,
you've gotta have discipline.

That's right, Mr. Cook,
and we're gonna have him.

Buzz belongs to me now.
Ben gave him to me.

'So he wouldn't have to
disobey you.'

What?

We might as well get this
straight right now.

You can give all the orders
you want but not to me.

I don't work for you.

- You've been hired...
- I was hired but not by you.

The minute I take responsibility
for this wagon train

I'm working for every man,
woman and child in it.

I'll see that you get
where you're going.

You're takin' over, huh?
You're giving the orders now

is that it?

No orders, just suggestions.

I told you to keep
your hands off that boy.

Don't, Clay.

'You haven't got a chance
against this gunslinger, Clay.'

Why didn't you shoot, Curtis?

Same reason I wouldn't
let your uncle kill the dog.

You might be useful
on this trip.

That's enough.

I said, that's enough
and I meant it.

Stay out of this, Jim.

This gotta be settled somehow
between here and California.

Might as well be now.

What you do on the trail's
your own business.

What you do in Joplin's mine.

There won't be any lawman
to look after you on the trail.

- I would've finished this now.
- Oh forget it, Clay. Forget it.

I hired Curtis
because he knows the country.

And I won't have you interferin'
with him. Come on now.

Why didn't you let Jeff
slaw him, marshal?

He had it comin'.

Whatever he has comin'
will catch up to him.

It always does, son.

You better run along. Get rested
up before night. Scat.

When do you figure to pull out?

Around sundown.

Goin' to Santa Fe trail
as usual?

Sure, it's four,
five week shorter.

When you hit Cheyenne territory,
keep your eyes open.

- Wide open.
- I generally do, Jim.

Notice I'm still
wearing my own hair.

I know. But I've been hearing
some things about.

Chief Black Kettle I don't like.

Oh, don't worry
about Black Kettle.

I was through his village.

He still hasn't forgotten
what Custer did to him

and his Braves
in Washington last year.

That's just the trouble, Jeff.
He hasn't forgotten.

I hear he's been armin'
his Braves with rifles.

Rifles?

- Where's he getting 'em?
- Renegade smugglers.

That's not so good.

I gotta hold these pilgrims
off for a while?

I don't think so, Jeff.

It will take Black Kettle a long
time to arm all of his Braves.

- You told anybody about this?
- No.

Good.

These settlers are jumpy enough
without worrying about Cheyenne.

I don't want them
shootin' the shadows.

- Well, good luck, Jeff.
- Thanks. I'll need it.

Oh, it's a good, sound rig
you've here, ladies.

Shouldn't have any trouble
making the trip.

Hi, Mr. Curtis, I-I want you
to meet my two sisters.

Emma and Ada.

Pleasure.

Uh, and watch your step
with them, Jeff.

They're old maids.

Our dear brother must have
his little joke, Mr. Curtis.

I understand, miss. Any of the
men on the wagon train

uh, disturb you,
just let me know.

- When do we start, Jeff?
- Oh, five, ten minutes.

Having little trouble
with your work, Ben?

Ah, yes, sir.
A little.

The one on this side
works the other way.

Well, hello there, Buzz.

Hey, Buzz, sit down.
We're busy.

'Sit down.'

Ben, how'd you like to take care
of Buzz for me

for two or three weeks?

'I'm gonna be pretty busy.'

Gee, sure thing, Mr. Curtis.

I have an idea you're Curtis.

- I'm Sam Wilkins.
- Mr. Wilkins.

Ben's told me about you,
I've been anxious to thank you

for bringing the boy back, and
also fixing it up for his pup.

Oh that's all part of a wagon
boss' job, that sort of thing.

Hope the trip won't be
too much for you.

Oh, I'll make it.

Hey, where's this outfit
headin' for?

California.

Who do I see about joinin' up?

Me. I'm the captain.

What do you charge?
One wagon, two people.

- Where's your wagon?
- It will be along.

Where are you from?

Does that make a difference
in the price?

No.

We share and share alike
on what the wagon boss charges.

- How much?
- It comes about $25 a wagon.

Twenty five do..

Well, I don't know.
That's a heap of money.

Wagon bosses don't work cheap.

Hey, is this horse
worth that to ya?

Does the saddle go
with the deal?

It's a little warm for
Christmas, ain't it, mister?

I paid $40 for this saddle. It's
just now gettin' broke in good.

Guess you can make it from here,
can't you, Ben?

Oh, I could've handled
all of it, if I had to.

Oh, Ann.

I'd like to introduce
Mr. Curtis, our wagon master.

How do you do, Mr. Curtis?

How do you do, Miss Wilkins?

I understand you and Mr. Cook
have already met.

I'll see you later, Ann.

We're very grateful to you
for what you did.

Oh I guess somebody would've had
to do it to him sooner or later.

It wasn't all one-sided though.

I meant we're grateful
for your bringing Ben home.

Oh! Well, that was
a pleasure too.

Very nice to meet you.

Seems to be quite a man.

From what I hear,
he's an irresponsible roughneck.

Irresponsible?
I wouldn't say that.

But in this part of the country,
it helps to be a roughneck.

It sure does. You should have
seen what he was doin'

to your boyfriend when that
marshal stepped in and...

I didn't ask you, Ben.
Now get back to your work.

Why, sure, ma'am.
I'd be proud to.

Thirty dollars, that right?

And you pay my passage
to the wagon boss.

It's a deal.

Climb on behind.

I just made me good buy
on a horse.

Do you have a bill of sale
for it?

- Are you sayin' I stole him?
- I'm just askin'.

So am I.

Men, ready to pull out?

You're givin' the orders.

Hey, wait a minute.
We can't pull out yet.

We roll when the wagon boss
gives the word.

Wagons West!

Get away from that horse.

This train don't pull out
till my wagon gets here.

What's this riot all about?

I paid for my wagon
to go with this outfit.

Well, your wagon isn't here.
We can't wait all night for it.

Listen, mister, when I make
a deal, it stays a deal.

I'll get him out of there.

Did you ever get shot
in the leg, mister? It hurts.

We can settle this
without any gunplay.

Oh, that suits me.

But this spread don't pull out
till my wagon gets here.

Is that your wagon?

Is it four-up with a girl
a-drivin'?

- Yeah.
- That's it.

I made it, Arch.

Oh, they weren't in no hurry,
honey.

We wouldn't have
moved without you.

Here's your horse.

No offence, ma'am, but this is
liable to be a pretty rough trip

for, well, for a woman
in your condition.

Funny thing about us, mister,
but we makes our own decisions.

Hyah!

Wagons West!

Wagons West!

- Circle the wagons, Mr. Cook.
- What's wrong?

Nothing, just a good place
to camp for the night.

There's still two good hours
of daylight left.

No use pushing it too hard.
We got a long way to go.

Alright, camp for the night.

There.

Here you are, Ally.

Thanks, Arch. I just can't.

Oh, Ally, you've got
to eat something.

It's been two days since
you had anything except coffee.

I brought you
some sassafras, dear.

It's just about the best thing
I know for an upset stomach.

Thank you.

What do I do with this stuff?

Well, you take
some boiling water

and put it in it
and steep it for a while.

I know it's going to make
you feel better, dear.

Is there anything I can do
to help, Mrs. Lawrence?

Thank you very much, miss.
I-it's just that I...

It's just that she won't eat.

She's starving herself,
that's what.

I guarantee you'll like this,
Mrs. Lawrence.

Pheasant.

Taste just like chicken,
only better.

- Thank you very much Mr. Curt..
- You'll have to clean it, Arch.

You have your husband boil that
with just a little bit of salt.

- You'll make out alright.
- Oh, that sounds fine.

I think
I'll be able to eat that.

Good, and don't you worry,
some of the healthiest children

in the country were born
on wagon trains.

I was born to one myself.

You seemed to know an awful lot
about babies, Mr. Curtis.

'Are you a father?'

No, just a godfather
several times.

'I'm a bachelor, Mrs. Lawrence.'

'Mr. Curtis, have you eaten?'

Uh, no, I haven't.

- Won't you join us then?
- I'd be glad to if..

...Miss Wilkins doesn't mind
eating with a roughneck.

I deserve that.

I'm sorry.

- Here, Mr. Curtis.
- Oh, thanks.

You know,
there's some disadvantages

to being a bachelor.

Oh, what do you mean,
Mr. Curtis?

- Did you make this?
- Yes, I did.

Mighty good.

As good as pheasant, Mr. Curtis?

Better.

Come on, Buzz.

Some roughneck.

Hey, Curtis!

I wanna talk to you
about somethin'.

- Go ahead.
- Uh, it's about Ann Wilkins.

She's gonna marry
my brother, you know?

- No, I didn't know.
- Well, you do now.

And if I were you,
I'd stay away from her.

Did Clay send you to tell me
this or was it your own idea?

I stopped him
from comin' himself.

Ain't no use
getting somebody shot up.

That's reasonable, alright.
As far as Ann and Clay

being engaged, I'll believe
that when I hear it from her.

Look, Curtis, you're only..
Hey, look.

Hey!

Indians!

Indians!

- Are they Cheyenne?
- I don't know!

Head for the wagons.

- Nicely done.
- Curtis, where have you been?

- Uh, practicing, Mr. Cook.
- What do you mean?

Well, I guess nobody got hurt
in the excitement.

Who told you to come running
back and scare everyone?

Never mind him.
Tell us about those Indians.

I will, Mr. Cook.

It's a small band
of Kaw Indians up ahead.

They live near.
And We'll probably see them

for the next few days.

Are they friendly, Jeff?

'The Kaws are friendly
and harmless.'

'They meet nearly every wagon
train that comes through.'

How was I to know that?

If you stayed long enough,
I'd told you.

We'll camp here
for the night, folks.

You got any beads or trinkets,
the Kaws like 'em.

They like fish hooks
best of all.

Wait a minute.
You say they're harmless?

That's right. All they want's
a few presents.

Well, Curtis this is one of your
suggestions I'm gonna veto.

We're not giving presents to any
Indians, and that's final.

Suit yourself.
It's a wise idea, that's all.

They won't hurt you either way.

Alright, start your camp fires.

Jeff.

Are any of the Indians
farther west unfriendly?

Well, yes and no.

What do you mean by that?

Well, they don't exactly
love us, you can't blame 'em.

Killed off most of their buffalo
and moved in on their land.

'They're not really hostile
as far as I know.'

They used to be.

What changed them?

Cavalry.

Hasn't been a real uprising
since Custer gave Black Kettle

quite a whipping a year or so
ago, took all his guns away.

Without firearms,
there's as much they can do.

Buzz, everything's
alright. You go to sleep.

Just trying to tell us
the Indians are

still hangin' around ya.

Are you sure, Jeff?

They may steal a horse
or two if we let 'em.

That Cook oughta post
a night guard in the stockroom.

You don't like
the Cook family, do you?

Oh, I don't know.

They're a little,
um, headstrong.

By the way, I've been told to
stay away from you from now on.

What for?

Well, there's a rumor around
that you're engaged to Clay.

- That's not true.
- I didn't think it was.

I don't think I could stay away
from you even if it was true.

- You couldn't?
- No, ma'am.

Listen, Clay, I told you before.

We don't want
any trouble with him.

If he doesn't
stay away from Ann...

You'll do nothing.

You know how much this trip
means to all of us.

We won't have you and your
stupid temper spoilin' it.

- Goodnight, Ann.
- Goodnight.

The Kaws are still around,
Mr. Cook.

Liable to steal
some of your livestock.

Alright, I'll post a guard.

I'll take the first shift
till midnight.

One of my nephews
will relieve ya.

I'll relieve him.

'Stay where you are.'

Is this anyway for a Kaw chief
to treat his friends?

White man no longer
chief's friend.

I've always been a friend
of the Indians.

I brought you some
fish hooks. Take them and go.

Tell your Braves
not to bother us anymore.

Good.

I was comin' out to relieve you
and I spotted this dirty...

What was he doin' to you?
Trying to steal your horse?

What's the matter here?

I shot an Indian and Curtis here
don't seem to like it.

Answer my question,
was he stealing horses?

How should I know? I saw him
goin' over the hill...

He was goin' away,
minding his own business.

- Now just a minute.
- You shot him in the back Clay.

'You murdered him.'

You're a brave man. You just
killed an unarmed Indian chief.

Get the wagons ready to roll.
We'll get out of here alright

but the next wagon train through
is gonna pay for this.

I hope none of you
have any relatives in it.

You really think these Indians
will go on the warpath?

What do you think?
What would you do

if the Indians killed one of us?

See here, Curtis.
You're goin' too far.

I'm goin' farther than that.
You keep your nephews of yours

on the wagons
and out of their saddles.

'They've given me nothing but
trouble ever since the start.'

And that's not a suggestion,
friend, I'm tellin' ya.

Ben, get me a shovel.

How long before we get
into Cheyenne country?

We've been in it for half a day.

We have?

Look.

'It's a smoke signal.'

'Yeah, I've been watching it.'

Well, what do you
think it means?

It's hard to tell. It could
mean anything or nothing.

We won't take
any chances anyway.

Smoke signals don't
always mean trouble, Alice.

I know.

Did you see that smoke signal?

Yeah, we've been watching it.

We're in Cheyenne country,
aren't we, Cyrus?

Yes, Elizabeth, but
I wouldn't worry about it.

I don't think it means a thing.

Have all the wagons with
women aboard fall out of line.

- What's that for?
- Just in case of an ambush.

The men will make
the descent first.

Peaceful as a church, folks.

Maybe Mrs. Lawrence
will be more comfortable

if I took her
downhill on my horse.

Go ahead.

You're quite gallant today,
aren't you, Mr. Curtis?

Always am on Friday.

Have some left over
if you care to use it.

Back home she used to climb
around the rocks

like a mountain goat.

Hyah! Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!

Thank you.

Well..

Don't think I did that dangerous
job for nothing, do you?

Oh, Jeff, everybody's watching.

Alright, I'll be around
to collect later.

Wonder who are they?

Gonna ride back there
and see what's up.

- Who are they, Mr. Cook?
- Lawmen most likely.

- What are we gonna do, Arch?
- We're gonna wait.

That's all we can do.

- Well, howdy, Jordan.
- Hello, Jeff.

Long way from home, aren't you?

Yes, I'm in quite a hurry.

I'm trying to overtake
Jackson's wagon train

before it hits the Cimarron.

How come?

Well, we got a tip
one of those wagons

are hauling guns
for the Cheyenne.

Oh, that doesn't make sense.

How could they pedal rifles
from a wagon train

without anybody knowing
about it?

Why not? He could drop out
with say a bent axle.

Only take him two hours
to get rid of the guns

and rejoin the train.

Yeah, I suppose they
could work it that way.

It's got to be that way.

A man named Jay Smith
picked up a shipment of guns

at Cape Girardeau
and disappeared.

We're almost positive
he joined that wagon train.

There are at least
a thousand men named Smith

this side of the Missouri,
could even have changed it to..

Hello, Marshal.
Trouble for someone?

No.

Jeff, have you a young man
named Lawrence in your party?

Yeah, why?

Well, there was a bank holdup
in St. Louis last month.

His cousin was killed,
so the law thinks...

So, that's it. That's why
he's been so stand-offish.

I'll take care of him right now.

What's come over him?

Oh, there's one of those pests
in every wagon train.

This one's got three.
Him and his two nephews.

What about Lawrence?
You want him for robbery?

Oh, no, just questioning.

I'll find out what I can and let
you know the first chance I get.

- Thank you, Jeff. Goodbye.
- Nice to see you, Jordan.

And that's final, Lawrence,
we got no place for criminals

in a wagon train
full of women and children.

Don't nobody make a move.

Alice, you pull
our wagon outta here.

'We're leaving
these nice people.'

'Stand still, I said.'

'Alice, get in the back.'

That won't be necessary,
Mrs. Lawrence.

You keep outta this, Curtis.

I'm warning you
as head of this wagon...

That's all over, Cook.

- Who says so?
- I say so.

You've given your last order,
now I'll give some.

Lawrence stays with us,
and so does everybody else.

We're in the middle
of Cheyenne country now.

I don't propose to
send a lone wagon out.

Alright, how do the rest
of you feel about it?

Do you want to travel
with a criminal?

What about the girl?

Well, she can stay, one of you
men can drive her wagon.

- But Lawrence has gotta go.
- No!

I admire your concern for
everyone's safety, Mr. Cook.

I suppose you gave Lawrence
a chance to tell

his side of the story?

He's right, men.
Let the young fella talk.

Go ahead. The marshal
wants to know where you were

on the 20th of last month.

Alice and I were
on our way to Joplin.

What about the robbery?
I understand

one of your cousins got killed.

That's right. I come from
a family of outlaws.

Every time when one of 'em
got shot or got caught

they hauled me in
for questioning.

I got sick of it.

That's why you and Alice
are moving West?

That's right. I, I figured maybe
it was a country where they

judge a fella for what he is,
not for what his relatives are.

But I can sure see that
that ain't true.

Yes, it is, Arch,
most of the time.

Except when somebody
deliberately starts trouble

trying to make
himself important.

How do we know
he's telling the truth?

'Cause it checks with
what the marshal told me.

'He's wanted for questioning,
not robbery.'

'Well, I'm not convinced.'

Just what do you
propose to do about it?

Either Lawrence goes or I do.

Any objections, gentlemen?

'Course you know
you're in the middle of

Cheyenne country, Mr. Cook.

I'm not afraid of the Cheyenne.

Alright, folks, we'll camp
here for the night.

We can all use the rest.

Hyah! Come on!
Giddy-up!

Hup! Giddy-up!

Hup!

And if what the marshal
told me is true

the Cheyenne
are receiving rifles.

That may mean trouble.

Now, don't get panicky.
Won't do any good.

'Just stay close to the wagons
and don't get careless.'

'We'll get through alright.'

Now you all better turn in.

We're gonna break camp
before sun up.

'I'm going out to relieve
the horse guards.'

Jeff?

Do you really believe
the Indians as being armed?

If I didn't think so I wouldn't
have told the settlers.

And yet you sent the Cooks away

from the protection
of the wagons.

I knew you hated them,
I didn't...

I didn't send them away,
they made their own decision.

'They seemed
pretty anxious to go.'

But you made no effort
to stop them.

Did you warn them
about the Cheyenne?

Yes, and they said they weren't
afraid of the Cheyenne.

- You heard them.
- 'Not afraid?'

Did you see the expression
in Mrs. Cook's eyes?

How could they help
but be afraid?

Especially after
that smoke signal...

Smoke signals don't mean
as much as you think.

Usually means the one party is
trying to arrange a meeting..

- I wonder..
- Wonder what, Jeff?

Oh, the smoke signal.

Not being afraid
of the Cheyenne.

'Way to get away from the wagon
train, like the marshal said.

All adds up, Ann.

You don't suspect
the Cooks are arming...

I'll tell you when I get back.

'Hold it!'

What's the idea, Ben?

Well, I, I thought if
you found the Cooks, you..

...you might need help.

You put that thing away
and get back to camp.

I-I..

I don't think I can find
my way back in the dark.

You managed to find me
in the dark.

Sure..

But I could hear
your horse ahead of me.

Alright, I guess
you'll have to come along.

- There's only one of 'em.
- Yeah.

I'm gonna circle around
till I get in front.

You wait here till I get outta
sight. Then count up to 20 and..

- Clay?
- Yeah, I heard it.

'Don't move, Clay.
Drop the gun.'

I said, drop the gun.

Come on in, Ben.

Where's the other wagon?

- My husband and Gaylord...
- Shut up!

There's nothing wrong in trading
with the Indians, is there?

That depends, ma'am, what kind
of goods were you trading?

The usual things. Beads

hand mirrors,
huntin' knives, you know.

And whiskey?

'I would know about that,
but I don't think... '

Why don't you
leave her alone, Curtis?

Kick his gun outta the way, Ben.

'You better get down,
Mrs. Cook.'

- I wanna search that wagon.
- You're not searching anything.

You're in no position
to give orders.

Here, Ben..

Hold it right
on his belt buckle.

Be careful
it's got a hair-trigger.

I'll kill you for this, Curtis.

What do you expect
to find in the wagon?

For your sake, Mrs. Cook,
I hope I don't find anything.

Is this what you call
honest trade goods, Mrs. Cook?

So that's what you
all have been doing?

Selling rifles to the Indians.

So they could turn them
on our own people

in the wagon trains.

Why, you're all murderers!
All of..

Take it easy, Mrs. Cook.
We're going back to camp.

I'll drive, you guard him.

Ben, pick up the horses,
meet us later.

That's it,
all the belts are here.

Good.

Alright, chief,
now we'll go get the guns.

The wagon's gone.

Maybe, maybe Clay
moved it someplace else.

No, he'd be here to tell us
if he did. Something's happened.

Those Indians'll skin us
alive if they find out.

Don't let 'em know
anything's wrong.

Our only chance is to get within
sight of that wagon train

then make a run for it.

- Mornin', Ann.
- Morning.

Arch, have you seen
anything of Ben around?

He hasn't been
at the wagon all night.

No, I haven't.

Maybe he's following Jeff around

you know how he's always
taggin' after him.

Jeff? Hasn't Jeff come back yet?

No, not unless he came in...

Oh, Mr. Lawrence!
Come quick! Your wife!

What's the matter with my wife?

What do you expect?

Oh, no, she can't.
Not at a time like this.

Get a lot of water bottles.

Come down, stand aside
and help the women.

- Yeah.
- I'll boil the water.

Hey. look! Look!
Look, Jeff!

- Jeff, Jeff there! Look!
- I've things to do.

But.. Look! And he's strapped
on a Cook's wagons.

Pull this wagon
out of the circle. Come on!

We're liable to have
visitors any minute now.

Cheyenne. See that every man
has at least two guns.

There are extra rifles
in this wagon.

Extra rifles?

- Then it was the Cooks that..
- That's right.

Clay's tied up inside.

Keep an eye on him, we'll decide
what to do with him later.

Lend a hand to that team,
will you, Arch?

Unhook 'em
and tie 'em up inside.

Come on, Ben, we'll get
the wagons started.

They found the tracks
to the other wagons.

- Hup! Get up! Hyah!
- Hyah!

Jeff, do you really think
the Cheyenne will attack us?

I wish I could say no but they
want those guns awful bad.

- How's Alice?
- Alright.

- Mrs. Cook's with her.
- 'Here they come!'

Make room for Cook's wagon.

Selling rifles to Indians.

- He ought to know better.
- We wanna talk to you, Cook.

We'll deal with these men later.

Right now we need every man
that can pull a trigger.

What for?
The Indians are gone.

They'll be back
like a swarm of bees.

Get off your wagon and find a
place at the barricade.

What about Clay?

Untie him,
give him a rifle. Ann.

Have some of the women
help you build a fire.

What for, Jeff?

If we can't stop the Indians,
we won't let them get the guns.

We'll burn 'em.

Let's have a rifle.

Somebody,
take care of 'em, Slocum.

Ben, more cartridges.

Jeff!

Yeah! Yeah!
We lit them.

Well, we drove them off.

What's gonna happen when we get
strung out on the trail

with 200 miles of
their country to cross?

Start building up that fire.

Burn the Cook rifles.

Hook up Cook's wagon.

'Chief Black Cattle!'

I've known Black Cattle
for many years.

He's a man of honor.

When he makes a bargain
it is kept.

'Would you say the same for me?'

What is the bargain?

Give me safe passage
for my wagons

and I won't report
this attack to Colonel Custer.

I bought rifles from your men.

I have not got them.

'The men that made
that bargain are dead.'

I must have the guns
or I will take them.

Black Cattle tried that once.

Does he still thinks
he can take them?

It will be different when
the wagons are on the march.

Perhaps.

Even if you destroy the train
you'll not get the guns.

Why have you destroyed the guns?

Could I let them fall
into your hands

to be used against my people?

I can't give you the guns.

I will return your furs
if you let us go in peace.

And the wagon and horses
that haul them away.

You leave me no choice.

Go.

Well, we have safe conduct
through the Cheyenne country.

- Hurray!
- Yay!

Hey, Jeff! Jeff!

I'm a father.

Well, that's great, Arch.
Boy or girl?

Jeff, you ain't
never gonna believe this.

There's one of each.
Whoo-hoo!

Some roughneck.