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[ theme music playing ]

♪♪

[ bell ringing ]

Whoa.

Amos, I'll be right down.

[ ringing continues ]

Hello, hello, hello!

Need a pot,

need a pan,

Amos Tyke is your man!

Need a needle,

need some thread,

need a knife to cut your bread?

Need a dish, need a tray,

Amos Tyke is here today!

Amos, why don't you just sell your merchandise and cut out all that racket?

Well, that kind of racket makes business.

You know, a fellow could grow poor around here

trying to be noticed.

Well, gentlemen, what can I do for you?

I've been thinking about an African lion to keep as a pet.

You'll have to get that through the catalogue, sonny.

I could use a steam locomotive and a couple boxcars to get some cattle to market.

Three weeks be soon enough?

Fine. Just fine.

Well, howdy, Miss Elizabeth. How's your grandpa?

He's fine, thank you.

I want four spools of black thread, number seven;

three yards of two-inch ribbon, green;

and I'd like to see your fancy buttons.

Now, that's the kind of a gal I like. She knows her own mind.

Now, just get what you want,

and I'll check you up when you're through.

You gentlemen like to see my line

of used but still good merchandise?

There you are. A buntline special.

Ah, spurs. Make you want to ride a horse.

Here's a fancy rig.

I'll let you have that for $12.

Well, maybe eight if I'm pressed.

Maybe four.

Maybe.

Now, here's our gold watch.

Old but good. Now, ain't that a beauty?

Sure is.

Now, here you are. Look at there.

Solid silver cigar snipper. Just what a man needs.

Here you are. A gold toothpick.

Not used over-much.

Got it off a mining man in Denver.

BETSY: Will somebody help me?

Ribbon, yarn,Two bits, six bits,

needles,ten cents,

thread,ten cents,

buttons,fifty cents,

a new fry pan,dollar and a quarter.

and... and this wicker basket.

No charge for the wicker basket.Thank you.

And candles, a dime; lace, a dollar.

That'll be... $4.05, Miss Grainger.

I'll bring it right down.

I'll carry these up for you.

Nice watch.

Mm-hmm. Yes, it is.

Man like you ought to have a watch.Already got one.

Man like you ought to have two.

Where'd you get this?

Oh, where I get all of my goods.

Here and there. $30.

That's pretty steep, Amos.25?

I already got a watch.

What would I want another one for?

I couldn't think of selling it for less than $20.

No.

[ Native American war whoops ]

[ shots firing ]

[ sobbing ]

[ child screams ]

♪♪

Morning, Stace.Yeah, it is.

That must be cold. I'll heat it up.

That's okay.

You look a little puffy around the eyes.

Were you out all night?

Well, have a good breakfast. Make you feel better.

Granddad?

Can I talk to you for a minute?

Why not?

Stacey, you didn't have to bother.

I'd have left if you'd asked me.

Got troubles?

Does this mean anything to you?

Where'd you get it?

I bought it from Amos Tyke yesterday.

Well?

For just a moment, it...

looked as though it might be the watch I gave your father years ago.

Isn't it?

Couldn't be.

You know what happened to that watch.

I think it is, and so do you.

♪♪ [music box]

Couldn't be.

There must've been many watches made like this.

That's my father's watch.

You mean, you want it to be your father's watch.

Don't you, Stace?

[ child screams ]

[ war whoops ]

[ gunshots ]

[ woman gasps, sobs ]

[ mumbling ]

♪ There's riches in this world ♪

♪ And there's men who go for money ♪

♪ There's sweetness in this world ♪

♪ And there's men who go for honey ♪

♪ There's love in this world

♪ And there's men who go for courtin' ♪

♪ There's danger in this world ♪

♪ And there's men who go for sportin' ♪

♪ But of all the things

♪ That I can find

♪ I'll take the money every time ♪

Hey! Whoa!

Been looking over half the county for you.

Well, what'd I do now?

Nothing. I just want to talk to you.

Well, that's flattering.

Any particular subject?

I happen to be a man of rare education.

The watch I bought from you.

Oh, I'm sorry, son, but all sales are final.

I don't want my money back, Amos. I like the watch.

Well, come up here and sit in the shade.

Where'd you get it?

What?

Amos, now, you know what.

Now, I bought that watch good and legal,

even if I didn't give you a bill of sale.

Where? Try and remember.

Now, what's so all-fired important about it?

It's a good watch. It tells time.

Amos, I rode a long, hard way to find you.

Now, are we gonna talk, or are you just gonna give me a song and dance?

Well, I'm not responsible. Now, we made a deal.

All right, we made a deal. Now, where did you buy it?

Well, I didn't buy it.

I won it from a man named Archer.In Texas?

Texas? No.

Out Colorado way, near Denver.

Little town named Las Animus.

Archer runs a few head of cattle on the outside of town.

Well, he was holding three kings,

and he thought he had me, and he kept raising the pot.

[ chuckling ]

Did he say where he got it?

No, he was just holding the three kings.

Are you sure he didn't say?

Sure, I'm sure.

Oh, he said he'd had it a long time,

and it was worth a fortune in sentimental value.

Well, being kind of a sentimental man myself,

I allowed him $15.

What's the matter.I was hoping you'd know more about it.

Uh, was it worth more than you paid me?

It's worth a fortune.

In sentimental value.

He had three kings,

but I was holding a full house!

I'm gonna be leaving town for a few days.

You asking or telling?

Both.

Well,

am I allowed to ask where you're going?

Wherever this takes me.

Have you ever had a dream,

a nightmare that keeps coming back to you?

Well, I have,

ever since Mom and Dad were killed.

Well, you had a pretty rough time of it,

you and Elizabeth,

hidden in that storm cellar with all that shooting and yelling.

But if you were having nightmares, why didn't you tell me?

They went away...

until two nights ago.

The day you bought that watch?

You said it might not be his watch.

Maybe I just wanted it to be.

But I've got to find out.

The only way I know how to do that is to trace it back the way it came.

And if you do,

you won't know anything more

than what you now believe-- that it's his watch.

Maybe I will.

There's either something wrong with the dream or something missing from it.

There's always something missing from a dream--

a face, a place, a thing.

No.

This is missing a...

a heartbeat, if you want to call it that.

It's as... It's as if

you chopped down a tree, and then you couldn't hear any noise when it fell.

I've got to find out what it is that's missing.

Maybe it's because I'm your grandson.

Well, I guess you have me there.

I can't really say that's a bad way to be.

Then you approve?

I guess every man has a right

to look backward at least once

before he goes forward again.

Jonathan Archer, that's your watch!

The very one that was stolen from you!

Stolen?Well, uh, uh,

it does look like it, doesn't it, my dear?

Well, of course it is. Where did you get that watch, young man?

Now, don't you tear yourself away from your housework, my dear.

I'll take care of the small matter of the reward,

and it's cooler outside anyhow.

It's boiling hot outside.

Young man, have a glass of lemonade.

I can't tell you how grateful we are

that you're returning it.

Well, I'm not exactly returning it.

Oh?Uh, uh,

why don't you let us take care of this matter, dear?

Because I know you. That's why.

What do you mean, you're not returning it? It's his watch.

Maybe it was, but it's mine now. I bought it.

Well, you bought it from a thief.No, a peddler.

Well, then, the peddler bought it from a thief.

Jonathan, call the sheriff.

Are you sure that we need a sheriff, dear?

Well, of course we do, if you want to get the watch back.

I'm not so sure you didn't steal it yourself.

Would I have come here if I did?Why did you come here?

Yes, young man, why did you come here?

Jonathan, get the sheriff.

No, no, Jonathan,

don't leave me.

Any man that would steal your watch would steal your wife.

Now, wait a minute.

First of all, I bought this watch.

And secondly, your husband lost it in a poker game.

Sorry, Mr. Archer.

Three kings?

A poker game?

Maybe you'd better tell her what happened.

Well, uh, see,

I was in town, uh, on this night,

and, uh, there, uh,

were some trail hands that were passing through,

and, uh...

And the peddler, Amos Tyke.

Well, uh, uh,

yeah, he was there.

And what about the story you told me--

that you joined some of your friends for a drink in the saloon?

That was true, dear.

Three kings, Mr. Archer.

And then when you got home, your watch was gone.

Three kings lost to a full house.

Sorry, Mr. Archer.

That's all you thought of the present I gave you?

You bet it on a poker hand!

I had three kings, dear.

I don't care if you had all ten!

I saved two years for that watch.

Bought it just before we moved here.

I paid $15 for it.

I gave it to him for his birthday.

Shows you what he thought of it. And me.

Well, now, it isn't like

I lost it when I first got it.

I had it for almost five years.

Well, that makes it worse. And you lied to me.

MR. ARCHER: I didn't think you'd understand.

I don't understand. [ sniffling ]

A brand-new watch shipped all the way from Boston, Massachusetts,

and you gambled it away.

Excuse me, Mrs. Archer. Did you say "brand-new"?

Well, of course it was brand-new.

You don't think I'd give Mr. Archer anything secondhand, do you?

Even if he did gamble it away.

I'm sorry.

It looks like I made a mess out of things for nothing.

If you bought it new, then it's not the watch I thought it was.

Are you sure it's the same one?

Yes.

Yes, this is the watch.

I bought it at Potter's General Store in Tulsa.

Uh, Mrs. Archer, how long have you been wearing spectacles?

A little over a year. Is there anything wrong with that?

No, uh...

How long did you need them before you actually got them?

What a question to ask!

It's important, Mrs. Archer. It's very important.

Hannah's been blind as a bat for years,

only, she wouldn't admit it.

"Blind as a bat"?

Oh, Jonathan Archer, how dare you

say a thing like that in front of a stranger?Hannah--

Your own wife, in your own home!Now, Hannah--

You say a terrible thing like that

in front of somebody that I've hardly ever laid my eyes on!

Good morning.Good morning.

You Mr. Potter?

What can I do for you?

Oh, that's a nice-looking watch.

It's old-fashioned, but it's nice.

You looking to sell it?Have you ever seen that before, Mr. Potter?

No, can't say that I have.

Uh, you sold it to a Mrs. Archer

on her way to Colorado.

I don't remember.

About five years ago?

Oh, you don't expect me to remember that far back, do you?

It was a used watch, Mr. Potter. You sold it as new.

You should remember that.Are you trying to tell me something, son?

I don't care how you sold it or how much you got for it.

My interest is in where it came from.

Well, if it was here, ever,

it came from Boston, Mass,

like all my watches.

Not this one. Think hard, Mr. Potter.

I don't know what your game is,

but our sheriff takes a dim view of swindles.

It came from Texas, didn't it?

Boston.

It's not a bad-looking timepiece.

What'll you take for it?

It's not for sale.

If you're not gonna help me out, I'll have it back.

Now, don't be too hasty. I'll make you a good deal.

No deal. I'll have it back.

Give me the watch.

You'll have the law on you if you don't--Something wrong?

Are you all right, Uncle Rafe?

Yeah. It's just a little misunderstanding.

I'll have my property back now.

Help yourself.

What did he want?

Just some trail bum looking to skin me.

Find it?No.

We'd better get out of here.

[ knock at door ]

Can I talk to you?

Where's your two friends?

What friends?

Come in.

Yesterday in my uncle's store,

you had a watch.

May I see it?

Your friends weren't lying to you.

They didn't get it from me.

You see, I left it right here.

Do you always talk in riddles?

Do you always do your uncle's dirty work?

What do you mean?Dirty work.

Or am I wrong in assuming that you figure you can accomplish

what a couple of men couldn't?

Does it play a song?

♪♪

Boy, your uncle must sure want that watch pretty bad.

I don't understand.

He tried to buy it from me,

a couple of men tried to take it from me,

and I still can't figure out what you're trying to do.

I'm trying not to look like a...

in front of a perfect stranger.

But I shouldn't have worried about it, because you're just too self-centered

and you're just too rude to care!

And you're in my hotel room holding my watch

and very possibly putting on a pretty good act.

I wish I knew you better...

so I could dislike you more!

All right. Maybe we'd better start all over again.

Would you care to sit down?

No, thank you.

Suit yourself.

What do you know about the watch?

It used to be mine.

Oh? When was that?

Ever since I can remember.

Would you like to explain that?

Why should I?

Look, I've already apologized

for my attitude when you came in,

so don't you think we could try to be a little civil towards each other?

You call that an apology?

"Shouldn't we start over again"-- is that your idea of an apology?

All right. I apologize.

Accepted.

Thank you.

When I was just a child,

I was brought to this town by a father I never knew.

All I owned was the clothes on my back...

and this watch.

This was my home from the time I was four years old.

Till my step-pa and step-ma died.

Then Uncle Rafe took me in.

You don't even know your real name?

The Cowans called me Elaine.

That was real enough, I guess.

Whenever I asked who my father was, they said,

"Better for you not to know," so I just stopped asking.

So you spent your whole life

just going from one set of step-parents to another, huh?

Oh, it's not that bad.

Just a little bit shadowy.

That watch is the only part

of my background that I'm really sure of.

I remember,

as a child,

I used to slip into Mr. Cowans' room and open the desk.

The watch was there. I'd listen to the song.

It was my secret time.

I used to wear it in my pocket

and pretend I was all grown up.

The watch was bigger than I was.

And as I grew, the watch got smaller

and more important.

And then it was gone.

You still think I'm making up a story.

It's possible.

I don't know why I bothered to bring you out here.

You wouldn't believe a landslide if a mountain fell on your head.

All right, all right.

When you found out the watch was missing, did you ask about it?

Yes, I asked. Mr. Cowan said

he had it safe for me until I was grown,

and he and my step-mother died before I found out where it was.

I looked through everything, but I never found it.

Not until you showed up.

Why was I robbed last night?

Could be some of our lower-class citizens thought you were good pickings.

Mm, no, I was half out, but I heard them.

They were looking for the watch, all right.

Maybe they saw you with it.

Maybe.

Maybe not. There's still Rafe Potter.

He lied himself blue in the face when I was in his store.

He knew the watch.

I don't see how he could.

And even if he did, why wouldn't he admit it?

Maybe he'll tell you.

You're making a mistake, Elaine.

Then it's my mistake, and I'm entitled to it.

All right.

I knew the watch right off. There was no question.

It's been on my mind for years, how I passed it off as new.

Then why lie about it?I don't know.

I guess I thought that the lady found out about it somehow.

After five years?

Well, there was another reason.

Your step-daddy brought that watch to me.

Told me to sell it on my next buying trip.

"Sell it someplace far away," he said.

So I... I sold it to the lady

who couldn't see so good.

I figured she was going far enough away.

That still doesn't explain the lie.

Now, why should I let you find out

that he sold your watch without your knowledge or consent?

And don't you go getting any bad feelings toward him because of that either.

He had good reasons.What were they?

You see, you'd stopped asking him who your daddy was,

but then he knew that as long as that watch was around,

you'd think about it.

And he wanted to bring you up good, without any worries on that score.

He wanted you to forget about it.

Hmm.

And I did too.

Till now.

I knew this would happen.

It's just like I said.

Now, why don't you just ride away

now that you've stirred up a hornet's nest.

You have no idea at all where your father got the watch?

How could I? I don't even remember him.

Well, I guess that's that, then.

I had to give it a try, though.

So do I now.

I haven't thought about it for years.

But now it's bothering me--

what my real name is, what he was like.

Stacey, my father--

my real father--

is the next link in that chain you're following.

Why don't you stay around for a while?

Maybe between the two of us, I can get a line on my pa,

and it would give you another line on the watch.

Well, we'd have to stop insulting each other,

at least for a little while.

I'm willing to try if you are.

All right, you've got a deal.

Come on.

All right, they're gone.

Took you long enough.

What was I supposed to say to them?

"Excuse me while I pay off the two nice fellows

who robbed you last night"?

Here.

I still want that watch.Why?

"Uncle Thatcher."

No, couldn't be him. He's old enough to be my granddad.

"Samuel Cowan married this day

to Isabel MacDougal."

No, couldn't be them either.

They had a house full of kids. No reason to give one away.

"Elaine Cowan, taken as daughter."

That's me.

The last entry.

It had to be a relative.

Who else but a relative would come riding out of the night, leave a child,

and have the Cowans take it in?

Yeah.

Could there be a relative not listed there?

No, they're all here.

Every cousin, removed or not,

all accounted for.

Oh, you young folks still fussing with that stuff?

Mm-hmm.It's getting late.

Another little while, Uncle Rafe.

You can go to bed if you want. I'll lock up the house.

Uh, think I'll take a little walk first.

Put it out of your head, Stace.

He's a good man.

He was a close friend of the Cowans?

Real close.

Why didn't he know who your father was?

He said my step-pa never would say.

I believe him.

Elaine,

Rafe took you in because he was a close friend.

How about the Cowans?

Maybe they took you in from a close friend instead of a blood relative.

Most of their closest friends live right here in town.

Wait a minute.

It's funny how you keep stuff like this--

worthless dust-collectors.

No reason.

Except...

Except they belong to people you love.

Ah, here it is.What?

It's a letter from Mary Lou Baldwin.

Who's she?

I don't know.

Maybe it doesn't matter, but listen.

"I know you mean only the best for me,

and I think of you with fondness for your advice,

but I love him, and I will be his wife.

It may be many long years before fate shall deem

that we shall see each other again,

but I shall always think of you

with deep affection

as my very best friend.

Mary Lou Baldwin."

If I had a very best friend,

I might take in her child.

Where was the letter from?

Why, from here.

Is there anyone around who would remember the name of the man she left with?

Maybe Doc.

Thought you said he was retired.

Not on Thursday afternoons.

[ puppy whimpering ]

MAN: No broken bones.

Thrombosis.

Respiration fine.

Pulse normal.

Spring fever.

Now, you keep him quiet, keep him warm,

hug him every two hours.

Bring him back Thursday.

Hello, Jeb.[ frog croaks ]

MacTavish moping around again?

Oh, no big trouble.

You just change his name to Mrs. MacTavish,

and let MacTavish have his babies in peace.

Howdy, Doc. My friend Stacey Grainger.

Next.

Don't mean to disturb you, Doc.Well, then, don't.

But it's important.

Say, look.

Next time you get in a fight,

don't pick on a horse.

We need some information, Doc,

about a girl who lived in this town a long time ago.

Well, I expect I brought her into the world,

just like everybody else in this town.

Except you.

[ puppy whimpering ]

Stop fidgeting.

Her name was Mary Lou Baldwin.

Hmm. Puny.

Weighed a little over four pounds.

Measles, mumps, broke a big toe falling out of a tree.

[ puppy whines ]

You keep fidgeting, you can change your own bandage.

She ran off with a man.

Everybody in town knows that.

Broke her mother and father's heart.

Nothing much a physician can do about that.

What was the name of the man she ran away with?

None of your business. I don't like gossip.

It's not gossip. I have to find out about her.

Marriage name was Tyrell.

As much good as that does.

Do you know where they went?What do you want to know for?

We want to find the man.

Well, I got a letter from her from Abilene, Texas.

Wanted to know about her folks. It was a little late for that.

All right, take him home.

Don't let him eat off his bandage.

Okay.

Did she ever have any children?

I don't rightfully know.

I just heard from her just that once.

She got a touch of the fever when she was 12.

Big toe never did heal right.

She was a pretty little baby,

even if she was puny.

Thanks, Doc.

I love you.

Next.

Abilene, Texas?

I'll start right away.

Not alone, you don't.

It's a pretty hard trip on the trail.

Do you think I'm gonna let you have all this fun by yourself?

You got yourself a full-time partner.

MAN: Well, here she is.

Born Mary Lou Baldwin. Come from Tulsa.

Died leaving a husband,

little four-year-old girl named Elaine.

Tyrell rode off with the little girl right after she died.

Never seen either one of them since.

How come all this new interest in her?

First those two young people. Now you.

What else did you tell 'em?

How come you want to know?

That $5 in your hand puts that question out of order.

What else?

Well, nothing special.

Told 'em how Tyrell was away a lot,

leaving his wife and little girl alone.

Told 'em how he came back one day

and found himself a widower.

Neighbor looking after his little daughter.

Did you tell 'em anything else about Tyrell?

Nothing much to tell,

except he had trading business with the Indians-- Comanches, they were.

Do you know where the Comanches are now?

Yeah.

On the reservation, up near the Stockton Plateau.

You made sure to tell 'em that too, didn't you?

Well, they asked me.

Tyrell, Tyrell...

No, I don't recall a Tyrell being licensed

to come on to the reservation.

Well, it was a while back-- about 12 years ago.

Oh, well, the reservation's only nine years old.

I've only been here four myself.

Mess. A complete mess. Look at this.

Every time I start getting it straightened out,

why, they want more flour, gunpowder,

blankets... [ grumbling ]

If they'd only let me get organized.

Maybe we can ask around for him.Hmm-mm.

Maybe somebody will remember him.No.

No, the reservation's too big. It could take us weeks.

Besides, the only way your father could've got that watch

is from the Indian that took it from my father.

How far back do your records go?

Oh, we have lots of records, believe me.

We've got more records than blankets or flour.

It seems to me that all of the Indian agents here,

that's all they ever did was keep records and histories and things.

There was a Comanche war about 16 years ago.

You have any history on it?

Comanche war. Let me see here.

Comanche war,

16 years ago.

That would be eighteen hundred and, uh...

Here. Here it is.

The, uh, the critical battle

was fought on Bulging Flat.

Cavalry under the command of--

The group that raided between the North Concho and Middle Concho rivers--

do you know who they were?

Let's see. Major battles.

Major battles, minor battles...

Let's see, Skirmishes...

Nothing listed here about raids.

Hey, maybe in operational areas, huh?

I'll take a look up here. Yeah, here.

Yeah, yeah, here. Here we are.

This'll be it. Operational areas.

Let's see. Concho, Concho...

Ah. Ah-ha-ha. Here, here.

Operational area, Troop Two.

North and Middle Conchos against Swift Wolf.

Swift Wolf?

Yeah. He's, uh...

He's down here in the, uh,

down here in the south of the...

Right... Right down about in here.

I, uh, I suppose you'd like to talk to him.

Please.

Well, uh,

I'll have to make papers out for you.

The other file room.

I'll be right back. Now, please, make yourselves comfortable.

Yes.

You know, I have a feeling we're getting very close.

Stace, what's wrong?

Stace?

Swift Wolf...

I never even thought of them as having names.Who?

Maybe I never even thought of them as being human beings.

You mean the Indians?

I mean the men who killed my mother and father.

Stacey, you're not thinking...

Of what? Revenge?

I don't know.

I wasn't thinking of it. It isn't why I came.

But here I am, and there must be a reason for it.

Not to kill someone.

I can't see you doing that.

All I can see is the darkness of that cellar,

and up above, the...

I'm afraid we're lost.

Tell us where we can find the Indian village.

You're not lost.

You'll find no tepees or lodges here.

The Comanche is now rooted

to this miserable piece of ground.

Tell us where we can find your chief, Swift Wolf.

I am Swift Wolf.

You bring your woman to hear the talk of men?

It concerns her.

A long time ago, there was--

I will not speak of the past.

We have to.I do not have to.

I do not talk of yesterday.

It brings to mind the pain of today.

I'm looking for--Stacey...

I'm looking for my father.

Among Indians?

He traded with you many years ago. His name was Tyrell.

Please. I haven't seen him since I was a child.

Is he here now?

Who would be here who did not have to be?

He traded with us.

Once he returned from far away

and said his woman was dead,

and he mourned.

I told him to bring his daughter here to live with us, but he did not.

He went away.

I thought his daughter went with him.

No, I was given to another family.

Did you ever hear from him again?

Once,

many seasons ago,

he heard the Comanche was hungry.

He sent grain and meat.From where?

I only know the grain arrived.

The agent should have a record of it.

We'll have to go back there and see him.

If you see your father,

tell him I was thinking about him.

There's something else.

Sixteen years ago--Again you speak of the past.

A party of Comanches raided a small ranch house and killed a man and a woman.

There were many such raids.

This was a ranch that lay

between the forks of the Concho Rivers.

There was a vineyard behind the house.

I want to know who attacked it.Why?

You are here for more than information.

I'm looking for the braves--

There are braves no longer among the Comanches.

I am the chief. I was responsible.

That's not good enough. I want to talk to the men who were there.

Then speak.

I don't believe you.

You would prefer a younger man and stronger,

with two good arms and war paint?

The time for that is past!

It was a small house,

with many trees put in the earth by the settler.

We had come for horses, not scalps.

We left the man and woman wounded but alive.

My parents were dead.

Of their wounds, maybe, after we left.You're lying!

a man child and a little girl child hiding.

The man child standing over her to protect her.

On his face, a fierce expression.

I spared their lives

to honor the courage of the man child.

Maybe I should've killed him then

so he would not later come to claim my life.

I don't want your life.

It is well.

You cannot bring back the dead.

Not yours, not mine.

Stace, what now?

I have to go on.

We'll see Williams in the morning.

You don't have to take me.

I'm sure you're anxious to get home.

I don't want to leave you on the trail alone.

I'm glad.

I'd miss your company.

That's been the only good part about this whole trip.

♪♪

All of the trading licenses on this reservation

are granted from Washington.

Well, a friend of mine said there was business to be done here.

Only through Washington,

though I must say these Comanches haven't much money.

In fact, they're rather poor.

I saw a young couple here. Looked like they was doing some trading.

Couple? Oh.

They're not trading. They only wanted to

talk to one of the chiefs.That so?

Oh, what they hope to learn from Swift Wolf, I don't know.

Swift Wolf?One of the chiefs.

Now, you'll have to write to Washington

and ask for the papers to fill in.

Of course, you'll need a form to request the papers.

I've got it here someplace. Just a minute, now.

No. Nope, not in there.

Where did I put that thing?

[ war whoops ]

[ gunshots ] [ woman sobbing ]

Stace, what is it? Stace!

It wasn't your hand!

It was a white man's.

It was Tyrell's, wasn't it?

I thought an Indian had taken this watch and then traded it to him.

But it was just the other way around, wasn't it?I do not know.

You know. You said you left my parents alive.

But I heard the shots that killed 'em.

He shot 'em, and then he took this watch.

And a lot more too.

I heard the wagon being loaded-- Tyrell's wagon!

Or is the brave Comanche just another scavenger?

Be careful what you say.

Then tell me how Tyrell got this watch.

Did a brave trade it to him, or did your brother just take it?

What are you gonna do? Stacey, what are you gonna do?

I'm gonna find me a murderer.No!

Yes, a murderer. Somebody who would go in

and kill two wounded people and then loot their house!

You don't know that's true.

I'll stake my life on it.

Because now I know why I'm here.

Why I've been willing to follow this watch wherever it took me.

Now I know what that dream's been trying to make me remember ever since I was a kid--

that it wasn't Indians that killed my parents, it was a renegade white.

And if he's still alive, I'm gonna find him.

[ sobbing ] It was my father!

He doesn't mean anything to you.

You don't know him and you don't love him.He's my father!

But he doesn't mean anything to you.

And he means a lot to me.

♪♪

You've got to understand.

All these years, thinking about him.

Wondering who he was and what he was like.

I can't find him now only to have you take him away.

I can't let you do that!

I mean it, Stacey. I'm...

You want to come along with me in the morning, you're welcome to ride along.

Don't plan any long, drawn-out reunions.

♪♪

All right, where'd she go?Who?

Mr. Williams, I am hot, tired, and thirsty.

I have just come from a very long, disagreeable walk,

and I do not have time for a lot of questions and answers.

Where is she?I still don't know what you're talking about.

Oh. Oh, excuse me. I...

Oh, dear.

"Babies, bear skins,

blankets, beef."

Oh, no. "Beef" goes before "blankets."

Mr. Williams, a girl came in here asking questions

about a shipment of food sent to Swift Wolf several years ago.

Now, where did you send her?

You ought to be ashamed of yourself.

I probably am. Now, where did you send her?

Your horse is out back where she left it.

You'll never catch up with her. She's-- She's long ahead of you...

Mr. Williams, I am losing my patience.

Look, you're molesting an agent of the federal government.

The penalty is--Don't bother to tell me.

It would take all day, and I don't have the time.

If she doesn't want to marry you, you can't force her.

And her Uncle Silas won't help you either. She told me everything.

She told you a lie.

You have the lead to a murderer, and I'm gonna get it out of you.

I don't have time for long explanations, so you'd better come up with it quick!

Houston. Big merchant.

Name of Silas Graham. Ask anybody.

Thank you, Mr. Williams.

♪♪

You're welcome.

I'm not sorry.

I didn't think you would be.

I'd have gotten there first if my horse hadn't gone lame.

Yeah, but he did, didn't he?

Have a nice walk to Houston. [ clicks tongue ]

Stace?

Don't leave me alone.

You didn't mind being alone as long as I was back there.

I'm scared.

Scared?

You pulled a gun on me,

sneaked out of camp, stole my horse.

I'm lucky you didn't try to brain me with a rock before you left.

I thought of it.

Well, what stopped you?

Certainly no concern for my skull.

No, there was no rock handy.

Now, just keep out of my way.

I've got a lot of walking to do.

Wait a minute.

Just a little stone in his hoof.

He's fine now.

Thank you.

I told you before you could come along with me.

I'll make the offer again, only I want a promise this time.

No tricks.Don't feel sorry for me.

I don't.

I was just brought up better than to leave a girl alone on a trail.

♪♪

Now, stop talking and let's go.

Aren't you ever gonna talk to me again?

You know,

when I was little and boys used to pull my hair

and try to frighten me,

I only knew one way to defend myself.

I didn't talk to them.

We're not children anymore now, Stace.

I know.

Well?

I think we've said everything that...

there is to say.

Did we? Oh.

That's too bad.

It was nice for a while--

the two of us setting off

in an adventure into the past.

It was exciting and warm

[ chuckles ] and, well, nice.

Wasn't it?

Yeah.

And that's too bad.

You know,

through the years, a girl has a lot of fellers calling on her.

Oh, they go through all the proper procedures and the manners,

and they call her Miss Cowan.

They drink lemonade on your front porch.

[ chuckles ] Later,

maybe they hold your hand or even try to kiss you.

You're just trying each other out, I guess,

and the goal is marriage.

But with us, it was different.

We had a different goal.

We had something more important than holding hands,

and it made me want to hold your hand more than anything else in the world.

Don't talk like that, Elaine.

And you're not gonna change anything.

Give me your hand, Stace.

Please?

♪♪

Let's walk away from this.

Let's go back home.

No.

I can't.

Then I'll go with you.

Whatever happens, it'll never be the same.

You hurt me, Stace.

You hurt both of us.

♪♪

Stacey, please? This may be our last chance.

He either knows who your father is or he doesn't.

It shouldn't take us long to find out.

Yes?Mr. Graham?

I'm Silas Graham.

My name's Grainger. This is Elaine Cowan.

Can we talk to you?

Come in.

Won't you have a seat?

Now, what can I do for you?

A couple of years ago,

a man named Tyrell arranged with you

to have some provisions sent to the Comanches.

Yes, he did.

You know where he is now?No.

You're sure?

Yes, of course.

That was the only one time we had any business dealings together.

How?

I'm not sure I'm ready to discuss it with the young man.

You want to find him. I think I'd like to know why.

It's a personal matter.

In other words, you want information,

but you're not willing to give any.

I'm his daughter.

Then why are you looking for him? Is he missing?

Oh, I haven't seen him in almost 16 years.

I didn't know he was my father until recently.Really?

If you know where he is, we'd appreciate any help you can give us.

I sense a sort of anger in you, Mr. Grainger.

You sure you don't know where he is?No.

You must have some records, an old address, anything.

There might be some records in my office.

May we see them?

Excuse me for a moment, please.

♪♪

Well?They don't know a thing.

Are you sure?I'm certain of it, Rafe.

Now, why don't you go home?

I'll take care of things from here on out.

Silas, they've traced that watch all the way from Wyoming.

To a dead end. Take my word for it.

Now, you go on home. Leave the rest to me.

All right.

Silas, please be careful.

Go on out the back way.

Now, where were we?

Said you might have an old address of his.

That's right. But I'm not yet convinced that you should know.

I smell trouble in you, Mr. Grainger,

and I don't know whether I want to take the responsibility

for passing that trouble on to someone else.

I want Tyrell for murder.

You a lawman?No.

Well, what gives you the right to track him down?

He killed my father.

I see.

It seems strange that you should be hunting your father to bring him to justice.

Do you hate him?

I don't even know him.

I want to see him.

You realize that if you find Tyrell with young Grainger here at your side,

you won't have him very long.

Just what brought the two of you together anyway?

All right, now, wait a minute.

You're not asking all these questions just because you're curious.

You know where he is, don't you?

He's my friend. I swore I'd never tell.

Where is he?He'd kill me-- both of us!

I said, where is he?Don't you realize

that life means nothing to Rafe? He's a...

Rafe?

Rafe Potter.

You never suspected?

Never.

The watch.

That's why he wanted it. 'Cause he knew it'd lead to him.

He never told me. Stace, where are you going?

Where do you think?

No!

Uncle Rafe.

That was very clever, Silas.

And it would've worked too.

One simple, thoughtless slip, and I'm dead!

Why didn't you tell me?

Because it isn't so. He's your father.

He's lying! He knows you're gonna kill him unless he convinces you--

And what better reason to tell them someone else is Tyrell?

Roll up your sleeve, Potter.Why?

If you're Tyrell, you'll know why.

All right, son.

There wouldn't be much point in it.

I don't know what I have to do

to prove to you that I never murdered anyone,

but if you give me the chance, I know I can do it.

It wasn't that I didn't care for you.

Many times I wanted to come and see you,

to talk to you.

you know, it really hasn't been easy-- my life.

♪♪

We were partners a long time ago.

He looted, brought me the stuff, and I sold it.

[ sniffling ]Elaine...

Don't cry for him.

Hello, hello, hello!

You need a cup, you need a dish,

Amos Tyke will grant your wish!

Need a scythe, need a hoe,

need a ribbon to tie a bow,

need a bucket for the well,

Amos Tyke is here to sell!

Amos.

Well, how's all the Graingers?

Well, Miss Elizabeth, you got your list?

Don't need much today, Amos.

You just browse around, missy. No charge.

That's a fine, pretty jacket, Amos.

Well, I can let you have that for $12, John.

No, no.

The pants go for five.

I hear you've been down in Los Animus

visiting the Archers.

How'd you know?

Well, I saw 'em myself this trip.

Mrs. Archer sure was mad at him,

but I fixed it up right.

I sold him a nice set of candlesticks for her birthday.

That should make her happy.

Oh, she's a right friendly woman.

She poured me some lemonade,

and we sat up half the night visiting.

What's that?

Well, now, those are the candlesticks I sold her.

You see, she held three kings,

and I was sitting there holding--

You played cards with her?

Oh, she's a real friendly woman,

and she plays a real game of cards too,

but she had those three kings, and...

Amos, how much would all this be?

Well, let's see-- 15, 10, 65,

12, a dollar and a dime...

That will be $2.12.

But I was holding an ace-high straight.

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