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hey, whoa!

Injuns!

What do you make of it, pa?

Well, whatever that one Apache did, looks like the

Other plans to settle it real indian fashion.

You mean like scalpin'?

Gosh, can I watch?

Well, Mark, our government is trying to teach these people

To be civilized.

Maybe it should include you.

I'm sorry, pa.

Come on.

Hold up, Apache.

What you're aimin' to do is not good.

It's against the law.

If you have a grievance against this man, you tell the white man

Authorities.

Let them punish proper, savvy?

This man is under arrest for attacking an unarmed man.

When I've cleared up some other business in this area,

I'm taking him in to Santa Fe.

Now, if you'll excuse us.

Wait a minute.

Your speaking proper English doesn't give you the right to do

Any arrestin'.

Yes, sir. Sam Buckhart, native American aboriginal of

The Chiricahua Apache...

and deputy United States marshal for this district.

Incidentally, I learned to speak proper English as well as a

Great deal about American laws by going to a school.

Maybe your boy will go there.

Heh-Yo.

Harvard college.

An indian marshal.

What's this world comin' to?

Well, Harvard or no Harvard, I hope he knows enough not

To parade his authority in North Fork.

Oh, no.

Maybe we should've warned him to stay out of town, pa.

Well, he seemed smart enough to know that on his own.

I hope what I'm thinkin' is wrong.

Remember the last time an indian tried to buy a drink in

The last chance.

Micah.

Morning, Lucas.

Seen the new marshal, Micah?

Yes, he's inside hobnobbing with our big leading citizen.

Gorman is talking to him?

Sure. He even took the day off from his real estate

Enterprises.

No, no, Micah. I mean the new federal marshal.

That's right.

Name's Buckhart... You know him?

Cut it out, Micah.

Just askin' if you know him.

Maybe I do.

Look, don't be funny with me.

Is he havin' trouble? Him?

Yes, him.

Only one havin' trouble is the man he's after, the injun

That set the McCloud fire.

What?

Sure. The couple got burnt up in their house while they was

Sleepin'. 'Member?

Mmm.

Comin' in, Lucas?

Yeah, hold it, Micah.

Here's your nickel.

Half-Hour.

Yes, sir!

I never figured an injun would do a thing like that to

The McClouds.

They were Quakers, best white friends the redskins got.

But it ain't under my jurisdiction.

Step right up, boys.

The drinks are on me.

Just mind your manners and don't gouge.

It isn't often a special deputy from Washington visits our

Community, marshal.

Sorry, Mr. Gorman, I'm on duty.

Oh, come on, marshal.

this is a public occasion, Buckhart.

You wouldn't wanna offend the whole town, now, would you?

Well, if you have something else.

Well, just this injun herb tea for the next morning's

Miseries.

Will do fine.

You swallow that stuff and you ain't even ailin'?

Steadies the nerves, try it.

that man's led a rugged life.

that Sweeney won't give me

A drink, and I want one.

Let him have it, Sweeney.

My tab.

to Sam Buckhart, boys,

The kind of federal man we've all been waitin' for.

Proof's right outside.

That prisoner of his settin' there, ugly and dirty, waitin'

To meet his maker, thanks to the marshal here.

See? He ain't really drinkin' that stuff.

Something I want you to know, marshal.

I bought the McCloud ranch at this morning's auction.

With it I feel I've acquired a kind of special interest in the

Investigation you're conducting here, sort of a sense of

Obligation, you might say.

I won't feel happy about that property until you've found the

Stinkin' savage who burned out the last owner.

I want to be there, in person, to see him hang.

If he's guilty, he'll hang.

if he's guilty?

Well, he's guilty, all right.

He's an indian, ain't he?

That's proof enough.

sure.

Mr. Gorman, has not an indian eyes, hands, organs, senses,

Affections?

Fed with the same food?

Hurt with the same weapons?

Warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer as

A white man is?

If you prick him, does he not bleed?

If you tickle him, does he not laugh?

And if you wrong him...

will he not revenge?

What kind of talk is that?

Is he a U.S. Marshal or ain't he?

Now, wait a minute, boys, wait a minute.

That's just the badge talkin', obligatory.

Ain't that right, marshal?

I believe that's a theory.

Now, about this Apache clan, where are they settled down at

The moment?

They're squattin' out in green canyon.

I seen 'em there yesterday.

I'll draw you up a little sketch map, marshal.

Right here is north fork.

Along here is the gully.

mister, you must fancy yourself a real poker player.

Depends on who I'm playing against.

Well, don't press your luck with this crowd.

now, down here on the flat, about 8 miles due

Southeast, is fry pan butte.

You can't miss it.

It's 1,300 feet high.

You go on along the trail 400 yards and then on up

To the ridge.

Slade, you own a horse?

Now, why would I be gettin' me a horse?

My backbone's too weak for steady work.

Quite a hike to green canyon.

What were you so concerned about out there?

Nothin'. Just lookin' round.

I see.

Man's got a right to look around, ain't he?

I reckon.

I'm obliged to you, sir.

Let's see, southeast ought to be about there.

Boys, this is a real huntin' dog.

Even got the Apache way of using his chin for pointin'.

you can learn, even from

The enemy.

Apaches are weak, and they're

A bunch of skunks!

That kind of talk, Buckhart, you must hate white men till it

Hurts your insides.

Hate?

McCain, I was 14 when I joined in the war against the whites.

My first battle, I found a wounded captain behind a rock.

He was an old man.

I had my knee in his breastbone and his thin gray hair

In my hand.

When I looked into his eyes, I could see...

he was gonna die bravely.

Then I noticed his throat where the sun hadn't reached, and I

Couldn't take his scalp, 'cause suddenly I saw that white flesh,

Just softer and weaker than my indian flesh.

I'm sorry.

Quite all right, marshal.

I brought the captain back to fort Huachuca.

For 5 days and nights, I held him in the saddle, finding him

Food and water.

During that time, we became friends.

About 2 years later, the captain died in a Coyotero ambush.

Heh-Yo.

He left me a great fortune.

Tuition and expenses if I would go to Harvard college, where he

Had graduated.

Does that answer your question?

Good luck, Buckhart.

Thank you, Mr. McCain.

Heh-Yo.

Hey, pa, where's that injun marshal goin'?

Shh. Mark.

What was that you said, sonny, about that there marshal

Being an injun?

No, r-Really... I... I was just kiddin'. He's really white.

Oh, come on!

Take your hands off him, tub.

Look, I was just askin' him a question.

What's the answer, McCain?

Come on, Mark.

Come on, kid, no lyin'.

He never lies, mister.

They all lie.

What did I do, pa?

Don't worry about it, son.

Hold onto your britches, boys... I got news for ya!

I just heared that that there marshal you've been butterin'

Out there ain't nothin' but a pigeon-Footed Chiricahua!

that's a lie.

You yourself says he points with his stinkin' chin.

No! No!

The McCain kid out there just spilled the beans.

Sure. He's too dark complected to be a white.

I drunk with an Apache.

I drunk with an Apa...

Which glass did he use?

Well, I been washin' 'em.

They're all mixed up.

Put 'em on a tray, every last one of them! Go on,

Pile 'em up! Pile 'em on there!

Stack 'em!

Get those over there, too!

No tellin' which one he might've drunk out of.

All right, all right. Come on, Sweeney, you got 'em all on?

All right, bring 'em over here, on the street.

all right, all right.

Stand back, boys.

I'm buyin'!

Ready?

Come on, son.

I say to you it will be the same as with him.

I speak for the law, Hostay, to keep your people from troubles

Even worse than the old days.

I do not understand this law.

If Eskimimzin had done a bad thing, I would punish him myself

Maybe.

I would see him laced into a fresh buffalo hide and left

To shrink in the sun.

That is my answer to the government.

Hostay, the whites are strong as the mountain grizzly, but

Their laws are wise and just, and I say to you that for a

While the Apache and all the tribes must endure the bear hug

Of the whites so that our grandchildren and theirs might

Live under these good laws as brothers.

It is for this only I have come to take the young man

Eskimimzin.

That is the truth, Buckhart?

I, too, am Chiricahua.

It is the truth, hostay.

Our brother has spoken.

Eskimimzin will go to Santa Fe to be hanged by the white

Soldiers.

Eskimimzin, my son...

you go to die for the Apache nation.

It is a great honor to make such a sacrifice.

He will have a fair trial.

That is understood.

Then why did you say sacrifice?

He did not start the fire.

He could not.

He was in mourning for his wife's father.

To make any fire was forbidden to him.

Then he is not guilty.

When he asked me to meet, I thought it was like before,

To take my work in leather for selling in town.

When he told me what he wanted, I fled.

From my place of hiding, I saw the smoke.

Here.

Who is this "he" you speak of?

Take me. This is my honor.

Who was the man?

No, take me. Take me.

Hostay, the law I speak of does not seek to punish the

Indian because he is indian.

Eskimimzin, who was the man?

The drunkard.

What drunkard?

Slade the white man.

Hostay, you and my brothers may go.

My path now leads me in another direction.

Back to the white man.

Farewell, my friend.

May we live in peace.

Heh-Yo!

Buckhart? This makes a whole new problem, huh?

Not really.

Yes, really... They found out about you back in town.

It was my fault, I'm sorry.

It's not important.

You don't plan to ride back to North Fork and take Slade

Personally, do you?

I plan on just that.

Oh, Buckhart, look, it... It stands to reason you were

Appointed out here to work with your own people.

A thing like this couldn't have been figured in advance.

Why don't you just send back for... For some other

Federal marshal?

My assignment is to bring in the man who started the fire.

Well, they won't stand for it back in town, not Gorman

And the others.

McCain, it's the law.

I'm not arguing the law.

I'm just saying in a situation like this, you've got a right to

Bring in another marshal.

I'm tellin' you, Sam, as your friend.

Lucas, wasn't it right for me to arrest the Apache when I

Thought he was guilty? Sure.

Isn't it still right for me to take the white man

Who really did it?

Absolutely, but it's not practical!

Practical?

There was a roman philosopher who once said no harm could come

To a man who was doing his duty.

And you and I have seen many men die doing their duty.

Which takes away most from a man, Lucas, death or cowardice?

How good are you with that?

Fair.

There's a mullen bush with 5 pods.

Let's see you pick one.

I can barely make it out.

Dusted it your third go.

Not bad.

Whoa, boy.

That was magic.

Just practice and more practice.

I'm sorry, Sam, I can't let you get on that horse.

Let me?

For your own good, I'll cripple you first.

Thanks, "friend."

Not a patch on what you'd get back there on main street!

Now, look, I'm not just thinkin' of you.

North Fork's my boy's home.

I don't want it turned into a lynch town.

Maybe you're giving me too much credit and your town not

Enough.

There's too much at stake to gamble, Sam.

Too much at stake not to gamble... Give me that rifle.

Hold it.

McCain, I'm taking you into custody for threatening

A peace officer.

You stupid savage!

I'm through, I wash my hands of you!

So help me, I don't care what happens.

It'll serve you right, and the town, too.

I was just tryin' to talk some plain, ordinary common sense

Into you!

You're just too blame proud.

Just like you, huh, Lucas?

Heh-Yo.

Where have you been, boy?

I told you to be waitin' right here for me.

I know, pa, but they're havin' a big meetin' in the

Courthouse. What about?

About the injun marshal.

He's holed up in the saloon with Slade. Micah Torrance is

In there with him.

Well, we're goin' home. Let the indian do his own worryin'.

The way Mr. Gorman's talkin', he's sure gonna give him plenty

To worry about.

let's go, son.

I've done all I can.

Ride this horse.

Come on.

Indian! Apache!

Well, he got what he asked for, just what I told him

Would happen.

Apache!

A white man's talkin' to you, ya hear?

Guess he heard me that time.

Are we gonna go, pa?

Better wait a minute, son.

Gorman, stay where you are.

We'll stay here all right, till you get out of town,

Buckhart.

I'm just leaving, with my prisoners.

Oh, no, you're not.

I got nothin' against you

Personal, nothin' at all, but there's a principle here just

Resolved in open meetin'.

we the people of North Fork

Refuse to recognize your jurisdiction or authority!

so get on your horse, Buckhart.

Just you, right now.

No, no, wait a minute.

Take off that hat first.

take it off, I said.

that's better.

Now throw down the badge or we're gonna have to shoot that

Off, too.

all right, men, we gave him fair

Warnin', didn't we?

I wouldn't do that, boys.

Lay a hand on the marshal and you're goin' against the

Federal government.

Stay out of it, Torrance.

Just you remember, you gotta live here.

Could be I gotta die here, Mr. Gorman.

Don't be a fool, Torrance.

You're outmanned and outgunned.

It's no contest, so don't try to make it one... I'm warning you!

All right, men, just take their firearms.

Nobody touch a trigger except they have to.

Get me out of here, Mr. Gorman.

You'll be all right.

Name of the law, I order you to stop where you are and go

Peaceably to your own homes.

That's right, men, don't listen to him!

Buckhart, maybe you no savvy.

Look, indian, we the people of North Fork refuse to acknowledge

Your jurisdiction or authority.

Right?

yeah!

All right, I'll make it plain.

We the people of North Fork have decided to take the law into

Our own hands.

yeah!

Still no savvy, huh?

Well, marshal Torrance knows what it means.

It means he's through 'cause it goes for him, too.

Ya hear me, Torrance?

You're through!

We're the law here now, right?!

yeah!

So I'm ordering you to put down that shotgun.

Put it down!

Stubborn, huh?

All right.

Hey, Todd, Todd Ullman.

You take him.

Here, use my rifle.

Well, go on, Todd.

You've got a score to settle with Torrance.

Remember the time you were all liquored up and you tried to

Take old Jackford and his boys single-Handed and Torrance

Pulled you off and sat on you before you could really get

Hurt?

Go on, Todd.

Put a hole right through his mean old hide.

Well, go on!

You want my boy there to think you're a coward?!

Are we gonna have a lynchin' here today or ain't we?

Are we gonna let these so-Called peace marshals take our good

Friend Slade to trial just because he burned down a

Cabin with a sleepin' man and his wife in it?!

Boys, come on back here.

Well, come on back here, you men!

I'm not through talkin' yet!

Come on back!

You don't expect me to stand up to them alone, do ya?

Come on back here!

Well, Tub, how bad is it?

Well, I guess I won't be doing any more gunfighting.

Well, you asked for it, Gorman.

Good luck, marshal.

I'll be going now.

Thank you, marshal.

Now, wait... Now, wait, you fellas, you gotta take

Mr. Gorman, too.

I never would've started that fire, exceptin' to oblige him.

No...

no.

Don't let him touch me.

You boys aren't just gonna stand there, are ya?

McCain... please!

You know, with a peace pipe, they never smoke but a few

puffs. Oh.

Yes, sir.

That marshal was sure nice to remember me.

What's that book about he gave you?

Well, that tells all about that Harvard college he went to.

Would you like to go some day?

If it's good enough for him, it's good enough for me.