All language subtitles for S17E17.Long Night at Fort Lonely.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.H264.AAC-jenkins_track3_[eng]

♪♪ [ trumpet ]

As civilization swept
toward the Pacific,

the conflict between white man
and Indian was played out

across the great plains,
into the deserts and mountains

and fertile valleys
of the West.

The scattered settlers
struggling to keep a toehold

along an expanding frontier

were just ordinary men.

But the land and the times
demanded much of them.

Their homes
could be battle fields

and they themselves warriors,

strategists, generals.

It was an age of heroes,

heroes like
the Cotterman brothers,

who lived through...

Corporal Cotterman reporting,
General.

Those supplies you ordered
just arrived.

Oh, Ab, isn'’t it bad enough
we have to live here,

do we have to play
soldier, too?

If you'’d rather,
you could be corporal,

and I'’ll be the General.

I'’d rather be
a plain housewife

living in a plain house.

Hey, Ben,
did you hear that?

It'’s not every woman
whose husband holds a fort.

You'’ll like it once
you get used to it, Rachel.

This will be the finest house
in the territory

when we get through
fixin'’ it up.

Knock down some of those walls,
put in wooden fences,

make it more home-like.

You'’ll have your own
vegetable garden,

even some flowers
if you like it.

This will make a good home
for you and me.

That will be Ab'’s home,
for him and his family.

That'’s if I can find a woman
to live with this ugly mug
of mine.

I'’ve managed to Ab, ever since
I married your brother.

No doubt
you'’ll find someone.

Where do you want
this, Rachel?

Oh, in the kitchen,
it'’s got my dishes,

and set it down
careful, Ab.

I just hope he didn'’t break
anything jogging over here.

Everything all unloaded,
now?

Yeah, that barrel
was the last of it.

Good. I'’ll have everything
put away by tonight.

[ mutters ]

It really isn'’t too bad,
is it-- this?

[ sighs ]
I guess not.

It isn'’t exactly
what I pictured,

when you said
you were gonna get us a house.

Well, it was a real bargain,
you know?

There'’s not much the government
can do with a used fort.

It stands smack up against
our ranch.

I guess what bothers me most
is they'’re gone.

What do you mean,
the soldiers?

And the cannons
and the horses.

I always felt so safe
knowing they were nearby,

but now it'’s kind of shivery
and lonely.

Fort Lonely.

Don'’t Ab and me
make you feel safe?

Oh.
Of course you do.

Now back in my army days,
I was stationed at a Fort

a lot like this one.

still, two men wouldn'’t
be much of a match

in an Indian uprising,

Indian uprising?

We haven'’t had any trouble
with the Indians

for nearly three years.

How about that raid
on the Tyler ranch last year?

Oh, sure, they'’ll steal
a steer now and then

or get drunk,
try and scare a new settler,

but we haven'’t needed
the army here for a long time.

Do you suppose--
well I know it sounds foolish,

but do you think
the Indians might--

well now that the fort'’s
been abandoned,

just take a notion to--Of course not.

We'’ve been good to them.
We'’ve shared with them,

opened our homes
to them,

learned to live together.

[ chuckles ]
Oh, there won'’t be any more
trouble around here.

[Ab]Ben!

John Mortimer.

I just can'’t believe it.

Not a man in these parts
done more for the Indians

than him.

Gonna cause trouble
in the whole territory.

Well, maybe not,
if we keep our heads.

All I know is this is how
it started last time.

Somehow I can'’t get
Clay Squires out of my mind.

Clay?

You'’ve heard the rumors
how he'’s been stirring up
the Indians.

Oh, I don'’t take it
too serious.

He was unhappy
when he left here,

but too many years
to turn against us now.

I sure wouldn'’t want to think
he had anything to do
with this.

Neither would I.

Probably some renegades
from across the river,

I'’ll take him home
and get him buried,

and we'’ll see if we can't find
the scum that killed him.

You sure you don'’t want
me to go along, Ab?

Can'’t leave Rachel
here alone.

No, Ben, you stay here
and help her get settled,

and I'’ll be back
tomorrow afternoon.

Here'’s something
to eat along the way, Ab.

Be careful.You know me, Rachel.

Tell Nelly
we feel bad.

I'’ll tell her.

Keep a sharp lookout
just in case.

You too, Ben,

just in case.

Do you see him, Ben?

Not a sign.

He should have been here
by now.

It'’s past sundown.

You don'’t suppose--I don'’t suppose anything.

I wait and find out.

Is it the Indians
you'’re worried about?

I wish the soldiers
were here.

One man'’s death
doesn'’t make a war.

Maybe not,

but somehow it always leads
to another man'’s death.

I don'’t want
it to be Ab'’s.

Oh, he was just late
getting going.

Maybe his wagon
broke down.

Well, when he comes
I'’ve got a pot of stew
simmering for him.

I can smell it.

Let'’s go in now.

Let'’s stay out here
for a while and enjoys
the evening. Huh?

I chased cattle
over 100 acres of dust today.

The fresh air tastes good.

The quiet sounds good.

It'’s too quiet.[ chuckles ]

Rachel, I swear you could
read something sinister
into the blue sky.

I can'’t help it, Ben.

I keep wishing
it was the Indians that left

instead of the soldiers.

I'’m not gonna rest easy until
they'’re gone from this country,

or we are.

We'’re going to stay.

This land was made
for ranching.

Ab and I are ranchers.

From fence to fence,
this land belongs to us.

No renegades are going
to drive us out.

We could spend
a few weeks in Tucson

until they find
whoever killed Mr. Mortimer.

What'’s the point
in owning a fort

if it doesn'’t keep us safe
from Indians?

A fort isn'’t any safer
than a cabin

if you haven'’t got a cannon,
or men to fire it.

Well, I think you'’re making
a mountain out of a molehill,

but if it'’s any comfort,

there'’s no reason why
you shouldn'’t go to Tucson.

Alone?I'’d drive you,

and you could stay
with my sister,

until you felt better
about coming back.

I don'’t know.
I hadn'’t thought
about leaving you.

Maybe it'’s best.

You'’ve hugged the house

ever since that horse came in
here yesterday with the body,

and you haven'’t eaten
a thing.

I admit it.

I was scared all night.

I'’ve been scared all day.

I'’m scared now.

Take me in.

♪♪

[ sighs ]

Oh, those choirs.

I never hear that tune
without feeling sad.

It almost broke her heart
when Clay left.

He couldn'’t have meant
more to her

if he'’d been her own son.

Now that'’s what scares me most
about an Indian.

What?

You never know
what he'’s gonna do.

Clay had a foster mother
who loved him,

neighbors who respected him,

and still he ran away
to live with the Indians again.

You know he asked Sally Tyler
to marry him?

No.

That was before
you came, I guess.

What happened?

She turned him down.

I don'’t think
it occurred to him,

until then,
that he wasn'’t a white man.

I can'’t imagine he'd let her
make him all that bitter.

It'’s hard to tell.

Rachel?

Hm?

It'’s your move.

Your mind'’s
not on the game.

I'’m sorry, Ben.

I keep hearing noises
outside.

Maybe it'’s Ab.

Ab wouldn'’t come like a thief
into his own house.

It'’s more quiet.

Like Indians maybe?

I'’m only saying
what I heard.

Or thought you heard.

Maybe it was my imagination.

What was--

There it is again.

Rachel, what you'’re hearing
is your own fears,

and I'’m going to prove
it to you.

Ben...

No, Ben, please don'’t open
the gate.

Rachel,
it'’s Clay Squires.

You'’ve been sneaking around
at night frightening my wife.

Why do you wear war paint

when you come to call
on old friends?

I no longer call
the white man my friend.

I'’m sorry
to hear that, Clay.

You and I used to hunt
together.

If I had not been blinded
by the lies of your people,

I would have killed
you then.

Are you here
to kill me now, Clay?

My men are hungry.

You have food.

We can smell it cooking.

You can come in,
and welcome,

but you'’ll have to hand over
your weapons first.

We will put our horses
in the corral.

You have the food ready
when we come back.

Shootah, you stay.

Ben, you can'’t let them in.
They'’ll kill us!

They'’ve already killed Ab,
I know it!

Rachel, listen to me.

I gave them two choices,
there'’s a third.

They can storm us
and take our food.

There'’s no telling
what'’s on their mind,

but they are hungry,

and that stew must smell
mighty good to them.

Our best chance is to exchange
their weapons for our food,

and hope it puts them
in a better mood,

but I can'’t do it alone

I'’ll need your help.

Will you be all right?

Good girl.

As for Ab, he'’s just late.
He'’ll be here.

Don'’t you worry.

We'’d better get some bowls
on the table.

What are you doing?

I learned from experience

that Indians have
a healthy respect

for uniforms.

I'’ve never seen
you in it before.

It doesn'’t look it now,
but it used to be part
of my dress uniform.

I only use it for parades
and balls.

Oh, Ben.

It'’s all right.

It'’s going to be all right.

I want to scream so bad.

Well, don'’t.

They mustn'’t see
that you'’re frightened.

Should be back by now.

I'’m letting them in.

Well, what have you decided
to do?

I meant what I said,
you can'’t come in here armed.

Let'’s have some music,
Rachel.

I like music
to liven up a party.

Maybe they'’d like
some bread, Rachel.

♪♪

This tune, Clay.

This music box used to belong
to your mother.

My mother was kidnapped
in an Apache raid.

You know
who I'’m talking about--

the one who raised you,
Ma Squires.

The one who
used to feed you,

mend your torn britches
and cut your hair.

She gave this box to Rachel
just before she went back East.

Almost broke her heart
when you ran away.

She tried to make
a woman of me.

She tried to make
a human being out of you.

Look at you now-- starving,
filthy, begging for food,

sneaking around at night

because you'’re afraid to show
your face to your friends.

These are my friends.

Clay.

I'’m your friend, too.

The white man does the Indian
no favor when he takes him in.

It was a white man
who saved your life.

You were an orphan.
Your people had left you out
on the prairie to die.

I would have been
better off.

I have a foot
in two camps

and nowhere a home.

You left the home
you had.

No.

Ma Squires gave me
a white man'’s name

and manners
and education,

but it did not change
my birth

or the color of my skin.

To you I am Indian,

but to them I have been
without honor.

You think you find honor
in frightening our wives and
stealing our cattle?

There is honor in the scalping
of our enemies.

We'’re not your enemies,
Clay.

Even they know that.

♪♪

You promised us food!

You'’ve eaten everything
we have!

You have sheep in the pen
in back of the fort.

I'’m sorry, Clay.
You'’ve eaten our stew
and our bread.

I'’m not going to go out
and slaughter a sheep for you.

In the spring house
I have some cheese.

Get it.

You'’re not going to get me
to move from here.

I'’ll get it.

[Ben]
She doesn'’t need any help.

Let her go.

I said, let her go!

Is it worth it, Clay?
One young brave for a woman?

What kind of honor
would that bring you?

Now, drop the knife.

I don'’t want to start
a war on my own ranch.

You'’d better get out of here
and ride, fast,

or I'’ll kill
every last one of you.

Rachel,
are you all right?

Clay, can you hear me?

I didn'’t want
to do that.

No place for me.

They didn'’t really
want to fight.

They were just drawing
on Clay'’s bitterness.

Made me kill him.

You saved the government
the cost of hanging him.

John Mortimer'’s watch.

We'’ll leave for Tucson
in the morning.

You can stay there until you
feel safe about coming back.

I'’m safe enough
with you

and Ab,

but maybe we could ride
into Tucson

and pick up some muslin
for curtains.

You know, I think this old fort
might be fixed up

into a right nice house.

This great North American
continent was destined

to be tamed and settled,

to be combed with roads
and spiked with cities

from coast to coast,

but not until the proud, free
Indian had exhausted himself

in an effort to keep
his land unchanged.

Wrong or right,
the white man'’s ways

would eventually be the ways
of the West.

The end was inevitable.

Along the way,
the confrontations took place,

and ordinary men
became heroes.

Next week, another true story
from the history of the West.