All language subtitles for The Virginian S08E13 - A Woman of Stone

♪♪

My price is final.
Take it or leave it.

How much you pay them
scrawny squaws for this stuff?

That's none of your business.

You been linin' your
pockets on this trade

goods for years. You
must be a rich man, Frazee.

Shut up!

♪♪ Mrs. Cloud?

From the sound of
that caterwauling outside,

I trust you've come to report
your husband's death.

You know, of course, you're no longer
entitled to remain here on the reservation.

That's the law.

Your expression of sympathy
is truly touching.

Where you're concerned,
madam, it's nonexistent.

Is it against the law for the widow to
remain long enough for the funeral?

Don't take that tone
to Mr. Frazee, woman.

Seems to me the government's
been more than generous,

takin' care of you
all these years,

woman who turned her back
on her own people.

What would you know
about my people?

Enough to know they'd rather you
was dead than to be what you are.

My wife was took by Comanches.
She killed herself.

That would be preferable
to returning to you.

Why... Hold it, Yakima.

I wouldn't soil my hands.

I want you off this reservation, bag
and baggage, by tomorrow morning.

As for your son,
he can stay or go.

He goes with me.

Well, as a half-breed,

he's entitled to remain with his father's
people, under government protection.

He should learn for himself
what it's like...

not to be imprisoned on land
that should rightly be his.

I'm not here to argue politics with a
Shoshone squaw, but I can tell you this...

It'll go a lot easier
with you on the outside...

without a breed brat to
remind folks of what you are.

Whatever he is, he's my son.

Hold it right there, boy!
I said hold it!

Come back here! Hey!

Hold it!

Jim, come on out here! Give me
a hand with this yearling wildcat.

What a handful. What set
you on the warpath, boy?

Please, don't hurt him!

Hold onto him.

This your mother?

- How long has she been sick?
- Two suns.

It's how my father died.

Wolf...

I am Wolf, son of Gray Cloud.

- Gray Cloud?
- Chief of the Shoshone.

You're a long way
from the reservation.

A long way from anyplace.

Will... Will she die?

Let's rig up a travois
and get her back to Shiloh.

Jim, you go fetch the doctor.

You go get my horse
and bring him here!

How is she? Well, it's gonna
be touch and go, Elizabeth.

The first thing we got to do
is break that fever.

Now, I'll need
a mustard plaster mix.

I'll get started on it
right away. Hmm.

He tell you anything about this?

He said his father died
of the same sickness.

His mother, being white,
was put off the reservation.

They never should've turned
her out in that condition.

Frazee!

Well, he knows the words.
It's the manners he's gotta learn.

Oh. Cheyenne? Shoshone.

Oh. Hard to tell
under all that dirt.

We'll get him cleaned up and give him
some supper down at the bunkhouse.

No. I wanna stay here, with her.

The doctor will let us know
if he needs us.

There's nothin'
you can do for her now, son.

Come on, Wolf. I'm sure you
could use some good home cooking.

Wolf! Come on, will ya?

They are mine, the clothes of
my people. You will not burn them!

Wolf, now there's no way
to get 'em clean.

Now, we gotta burn
'em. Get him in there.

That's it. Grab him.
He ain't gonna take it.

Havin' a little trouble
with him?

Oh, no. No, I'm just practicing
for the spring roundup.

You just don't have
the knack of handling kids.

All right. Then let's see
what you can do.

A man should never have to resort
to violence on a boy half his size...

when persuasion
will work just as well.

You do smell
a little gamy, Wolf.

- Bear grease keep insect away.
- Yeah, it's apt to keep people away too.

I'll tell you what. If you'll scrub
real good in that tub up there,

I'll pack those clothes of yours
away in the barn,

and you can wear 'em
when you decide to leave.

Hot water's bad medicine.

You know, I never thought I'd meet a
Shoshone brave who wasn't really brave.

Just goes to show
how wrong a man can be.

Like I said,
you just don't have the knack.

Well, it would serve you right if I let
him go and sit upwind of all of you!

Who...

I'm Liz. Elizabeth Grainger.

You're at Shiloh.

Oh. Those... Th...

Those two men
who brought me here...

The Virginian and Jim.
They work for my uncle.

He and my aunt
are in Cheyenne on business.

Wolf? Where's Wolf?

He's just down the hall, asleep.
He's fine.

Oh.

Thank you.

Well. Looks like you're well enough
for your first visitor, Mrs. Cloud.

Fever broke in the night, son.
Your ma's gonna be just fine.

Hi there. Thanks to Miss
Liz and all your Shiloh friends.

Well, hey now.
You look very handsome.

That's enough for now.

Your ma needs a lot of rest
these next few days.

Remember what the doctor said.
Not too much too fast.

I'd forgotten there were people
like the two of you.

I wish there was some way
I could repay your kindness.

That's repayment enough.
I'll go get some coffee.

What the devil are those
horses doing in there?

They're yours. Mine?

They don't even belong to
Shiloh. That's Abe Landeen's brand.

I give them to Shiloh.

You give 'em... What the
blazes are you talkin' about?

It is a custom of my people
to give gifts to repay kindness.

Well, it's an old custom
of my people...

to hang someone for stealing
another man's horses.

We better herd these back over to Landeen's
land before he comes hunting them.

Wolf tells us you were
headed for California.

Mm-hmm. You
have relatives there?

I don't know. Friends?

No.

You probably want to get a job
and raise money for the fare.

Sam Foster owns
the hotel in Medicine Bow.

He's been talkin' about
hiring a new cook.

Well...

I doubt that he'd want anything as
exotic as Shoshone stew on the menu,

which is what I've been cooking
for a long time now.

Well, cooking's like
any other talent.

Comes back
with a little practice.

I'll talk to him
next time I'm in town.

Oh. Oh. I'll get you a shawl.

Excuse me.

Laurie! You must have been up at
dawn. I couldn't wait to show you.

Look! Ben gave you a ring.

It was his mother's and his
mother's mother's. Isn't it beautiful?

Come on.

Mrs. Cloud, I'd like you to meet
Laurie... the future Mrs. Ben Foster.

Good morning. Laurie.

Come on inside
and tell me everything.

Have you set the date
yet? Ben's birthday.

That way, he says, it'll be
the best present he ever got.

That calls for a celebration.
We'll have the party here at Shiloh.

How 'bout Saturday? Fine.

Sounds like you finally roped
poor old Ben.

Well, he's not poor and he's
not old, but I think he is roped.

Be a lot of disappointed bachelors
when the word gets around.

Oh.

Mrs. Cloud? You all right? Yes.

Are you sure?

- It was just seeing that girl.
- Laurie?

I had a daughter named Laurie.

She was killed.

Howdy, Abe. We were
just heading for your place.

Never had you pegged
for a horse thief, Jim.

Excuse me.

Well, there seems to be
a little misunderstanding.

I'd say that somebody running off
four head of our best breeding stock...

is a little bit more
than a misunderstanding.

Maybe they just heard
we feed our stock better.

Very funny.

It beats me how
animals seem to think the

grass is always greener
in the other pasture.

They didn't jump the fence. Somebody had to
open the gate and herd 'em here. Now who?

Me.

Young fella, you're a
little bit young for a rope.

But I'll give you a thrashing
you'll never forget.

You just simmer down, Abe.

Indians look at horse stealing
a lot different than we do.

Indian, huh? 'Bout time he
learned about a white man's ways.

Can't let something
like this go unpunished.

I'll talk to him.

Talkin' won't do any good to
somebody that's got bad blood in 'em.

They're like animals.
They don't understand talk.

What's he doin' so far
off the reservation anyway?

He should be penned up
with the rest of the savages.

Look, Abe. You got your horses
back. Why don't you let it go at that?

Next time it happens,
I'll see that he's locked up.

It won't.

I wouldn't count on it,
from the looks of him.

Boy, I'm gonna
spread the word about you.

Anybody that's seen sneakin' around a horse
herd in this valley is liable to get shot.

You hear me?

The Milky Way.

The Shoshones call it
the Road of Ghosts.

For a lady who was
worried about her Shoshone

cooking, that was
a mighty fine dinner.

It was. I was a little nervous about
giving a party without Aunt Holly.

Now I'm not worried a bit.

Good idea to convince Ben's
father to hire her at the hotel.

Mrs. Cloud,
why don't you and Wolf...

go in town tomorrow
and get outfitted for the party.

Oh. Oh, no. No.
I-I-I... I can't. I can't.

Nobody feels festive
in borrowed clothes.

Well, I said
I'd help with the party.

But you're our guest.
You've gotta come to the party.

You're outvoted, Mrs. Cloud.

It's money you're
worried about, we'll deduct

it from your salary at
the end of the month.

You're awfully sure
I'll get hired.

Well, if somebody can keep Jim
from eating all the food...

before Mr. Foster
even tastes it...

That's my job. Trust me.

Hmm.

What's wrong?

Nothing. It's just that a man
said those very words to me...

on a night very much like this,
a long time ago.

"That's my job," he said.
"Trust me," he said.

And I did.

And he betrayed your trust?

Yes.

- How?
- Liz...

I'm sorry.

That's all right.

We had a small homestead,
my husband and I.

It was just a sod house.

But there was a creek with enough water
for the cattle and for a little garden.

And we had a little girl.

She was going to be six
that year.

And then the Indians came.

I screamed at my husband
to help me, but he ran.

He ran away.

And your little girl?

I heard her crying for me.

I tried to get to her,

but one of them clubbed me.

Later they told me she was dead.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

I think I would have died too,
except that I couldn't.

I had to find the man
who left us.

I swore I'd track him down
and kill him.

You couldn't do
something like that.

I don't know. I never found him.

See that statue?

Laurie sure does set store
by her mother.

Liz's friend? Uh-huh.

Never a week goes by she
doesn't put fresh flowers there.

It's beautiful. It
cost a cow and a calf.

Her father brought some fella
clear out from New York to carve it.

Whoa. Whoa. Well, there it is, the
fanciest store in town... The Emporium.

There something wrong?

No, I... I just knew some people
named Cantrell a long time ago.

He's the man who built the
monument... Laurie's father.

Folks around here hold Milo
Cantrell in very high esteem.

And if it is Laurie's father...

Well, you heard what she said
last night about wanting to kill him.

Well, that was
a lot of years ago.

Well, we don't know
if she's changed.

It would break Laurie's heart if
anything happened to her father.

Oh, with Jim there...
But he doesn't even know.

By the time you get there,
it may be too late.

Well, let's hope not... for Mrs.
Cloud's sake as well as theirs.

This color should be
especially becoming, Mrs. Cloud.

It brings out
the green in your eyes.

Is that Mr. Cantrell's office?

Yes, but he hasn't come in yet.

Was there anything in particular
you wanted to see him about?

Yes, I want to settle
an old account.

Oh, it's lovely, Mrs. Cloud.

A little long, but when
you're wearing shoes...

I'll find a pair.
What size do you take?

I don't know.

Well, if I could have one of
your moccasins, I'll measure that.

Mrs. Cloud, are you all right?

I'm fine. Uh... You look ill.

Shall I get Jim and your boy?

No. No. There's no need.

I'm fine.

I'm just fine.

Yes?

Cath?

Your loving wife, Milo,
back from the grave.

Oh, my God.

My heart. Get a doctor.

Please, Cath.

Get me a doctor.

Milo? Heart seizure.
Doc's with him now.

Where's your
mother? She's in there.

Daddy, I was so scared.
Nothing to worry about, kitten.

Doc says I'll be well enough
to dance at your wedding.

Well, maybe this will teach you
to slow down a bit, Milo.

No telling what'd happen if
Mrs. Cloud hadn't been here.

Mrs. Cloud.
How can I ever thank you?

You don't remember me?

Of course I do.

We met just yesterday,
at Shiloh.

Oh, Laurie.
Have I changed so very much?

Please...

Daddy? Is the pain worse?

I'll be all right
as soon as I get home to bed.

I'll have someone bring the rig.

Meanwhile, you rest.
No more talkin', you hear?

Miss Cathy?

Oh, wait. Please.

I don't understand.

Should I remember you
from another time?

When you were
a very little girl.

Oh, I'm... I'm sorry.
I really don't remember.

You see, I can't.

Laurie had a severe head injury
just before her sixth birthday.

I'm sorry.

But if you knew me,
then you knew my mother.

Very well.

And you can tell me
everything about her?

Everything.

Doesn't anybody ever pay
any attention to what I say?

I said no more talking.
Now come on, ladies.

One of you boys want to help
Laurie get her father home?

Jim, you take care of that.

You ride my horse home.
I'll drive the rig.

Mrs. Cloud, we'll see you soon.

Very soon.

Did you notice that monument?

I know all about that monument.

I'd appreciate it more
if I were dead.

You didn't tell Laurie
you were her mother?

From the looks of him, it might
have brought on a fatal attack.

That would have been
much too quick,

much too easy.

Knowing Milo, I'd say these last
years have been anything but easy.

That kind of guilt
is hard to live with.

What are you telling me to do,
pretend these years never happened?

Forgive and forget?

I don't have any right to
try to shape your decisions.

And there's no forgetting.

But he did go back.
When it was too late.

For you, not for her.

They told me she was dead,
over and over.

Those were the first words
I understood.

Maybe they figured she was.

One thing for sure,

she would have died
if it hadn't been for Milo.

Something to think about.

Whatever happened,
whatever he did to you,

he saved your daughter's life.

He's been a fine father to her.

You can see for yourself
how she feels about him.

I wonder how she'll feel about
him when she hears the truth.

It's a terrible thing.

I can't believe
that Mr. Cantrell would...

But she wouldn't lie about it.

And what will Laurie think
when she finds out?

The party.

We can't have the party now.

There's no telling
what might happen.

She doesn't strike me
as the kind of person...

who would do anything to
embarrass people she cared about.

The other night, when she was
talking about him, she sounded so bitter.

I wouldn't want
anything to happen, not here,

and not on a day that Laurie
should remember as a happy one.

You needn't worry about that.

I have no intention of saying anything
to Laurie unless her father's present.

And if I know Milo, he
will have a prolonged

recuperation to
postpone that moment.

Jim says you needed
some cackleberries.

Oh. I said I needed eggs!

Cluck, cluck, cluck,
cluck, cluck! Cackleberries!

Oh. Oh, dear.

Jim has a language all his own.
You've been a big help, Wolf.

I'm going to see to it personally
that you get an extra piece of cake.

Cake? What is cake?

Well, it's something that boys your
age like a lot better than vegetables.

This is frosting. It goes
on top. Here. Taste it.

I will help some more!

Oh. I'll go.

Keep an eye on the helper. He may
just help himself to all of your frosting.

Cath?

Ever since you left
my office, I've been

going over in my mind
what I could say to you.

On the way out here,
I went over it all again,

and it all seems so futile.

What good are words?

Cath, I'd give my right arm
if I could undo that harm.

Is that all, Milo? No, please.

We've got to talk.

Fear has a taste, Cath...

A terrible, metallic taste.

I tasted it then.

I'm tasting it now.

There is nothing you
can tell me about fear.

And I... I didn't know anything
about it before that day.

I had no idea that there was a streak
of cowardice in me until it was too late.

Cath, I swear to you. I
don't remember anything

that happened after
I heard you scream.

I couldn't think.

A kind of blind, unreasoning panic came
over me. I didn't know what I was doing.

Everything that I loved
in all the world was there...

Our home, our child, you.

No matter what you think I am,

or was,

I did love you, Cath.

Oh, you showed me
how much you loved me.

I went back.

When I came to my senses
and realized what I'd done,

I was full of shame,
but I did go back.

When they were gone.

You think I don't know that?

Don't you think that I haven't
lived with the shame of it,

day and night,
for all these long years?

When I went back, Cath,
and I found they had taken you,

I wanted to kill myself.

You wouldn't have the guts.

I'm sure that you have found that it
often takes more guts to go on living.

I prayed, Cath.

I prayed it was quick for you.

I forgot how to pray.

I thought you were dead.

And if it hadn't been
for Laurie, I'd be dead too.

But the living
are doomed to go on living,

and the only way that you can
live with a secret guilt like that...

is to make secret expiations.

What do you want
from me, Milo... absolution?

No. A little mercy.

I have no mercy left.

Not for myself.

For Laurie.

She's a very special girl,
Cath...

Sweet and sensitive.

She wouldn't hear of having that party
tomorrow unless I could be with her.

Don't spoil it for her.
She's never hurt you.

She's always loved you.

Do you want me to beg?
Well, I'm begging.

For God's sake, Cath,

let that girl have the
happiest moment of her life...

as a perfect memory,
not a painful one.

For God, Milo, for Laurie...

or for you?

Cath...

Now what? The milk.

I'm helping
with the big cake now.

Cath, for the love of heaven.

Don't touch me, Milo.

I won't spoil anything
for our daughter,

not for the love of heaven,
for something much closer...

For the people here at Shiloh
who are my friends.

Whatever the reason,
I'm beholden to you.

Not too much milk, Wolf.

You haven't met my son yet,
have you, Milo?

Hello, Martha, Ben.

Sam. Milo, how are
you? Good to see you.

Ben, you're a lucky man.

If you'd played your cards right,
you might have been the lucky man.

I had the most awful
schoolgirl crush on you.

An old man like that?

There's an older man in
every girl's life. Sometimes two.

I'd better hear all about this
before it's too late.

These three people know all
the secrets of my deep, dark past,

and to show you
how confident I am,

I'll leave you alone with them and
see if Mrs. Cloud needs any help.

And how are the boys?
They're fine, thank you.

They're growing up.
They must be. Yes.

The cake, young man,
is the last thing served,

so why don't you stop staring at it
and go try some of the punch, huh?

The small bowl, Wolf.

Can I help?

The guest of honor?

We haven't really had
a chance to talk yet.

No, we haven't.

So many things I wanna
ask you about my mother.

I've been thinking about her
so much lately.

Suppose that's only natural, what with
Ben and me making plans for our own home.

Daddy says
I'm very much like her.

Am I really?

Then you don't really know me
well enough to answer that, do you?

You look very much
the way I remember her.

What a nice compliment.

You see, Daddy's always told me
how beautiful she was.

He told her too. I'm glad.

He's really
such a wonderful man.

But then you must know that
if you've known him.

He loved her so much.
Never really got over losing her.

♪♪

Jim, your punch sure
packs a punch. Yeah.

Looks like Mary Jane. Yeah.

Injun sneaked himself
some firewater.

Don't he know
that's against the law?

Why, he don't care nothin'
about laws, Mace.

Drink, why don't ya?

'Cause he's scared, that's why.

Wolf?

Do me a favor. Get us some more
punch cups out in the kitchen, will you?

♪♪

Daddy said
she had a green thumb.

He said she could make flowers
grow almost anywhere.

And he said she laughed
a lot, and when there

wasn't any money to buy
presents, she made them.

She made you a rag doll. I
couldn't go to sleep without it.

I called it Samantha.

- You've burned yourself!
- You remember Samantha?

Oh, not really. Only what
my father's told me about her.

I'd better get
some grease for that.

No.

Cold water's
the best thing for a burn.

Never heard that before.

It's an old Shoshone remedy.

When it comes to medicine, we
have a lot to learn from the Indians.

I hate everything Indian.

They killed my mother.
They ruined my father's life.

And you...
What they've done to you.

I can't understand how
you... How I stayed with them?

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...
When the army freed the captives,

a lot of women refused
to go back to their homes.

They'd all heard
the soldiers talk.

"If it was my wife,
I'd rather she'd be dead.

Decent woman would've killed
herself rather than mother an Indian."

Please. You don't have to... I
left, 'cause I had to find someone.

It was like they said.

I was a pariah, an outcast.

Believe me, Laurie.
All the savages aren't Indians.

Wouldn't it have been different
if you'd gone alone?

Without Wolf...
Nobody ever would've known.

Wolf is my son.

Someday, maybe you'll know
what that means.

What's the matter, Wolf?
You find the cups?

Manpower!
That's just what we need.

Will you take the turkey
platter in? My pleasure, ma'am.

Laurie, you get the cranberry
sauce. I'll take the gravy.

Wolf, the cups are up there.

♪♪

♪♪ Oh. A little later...

What an unusual medallion,
Mrs. Cloud.

It's really a lovely stone.

My husband carved that.

Indians do remarkable things
with stone, don't they?

Oh?

Does that make it
any less beautiful?

Barbaric is the word for it,
if you ask me.

Well, I don't recall
that anybody did.

It's really very beautiful.

You think of my husband
as a barbarian, Mrs. Foster.

I remember him as a man
who wouldn't leave my side...

when I was about to give birth to my
son and couldn't go on with the others.

He risked death and capture
to stay with me and save my life.

I remember Gray Cloud
as a very brave man.

I remember him as the man
who scalped my brother.

Murdering a bunch of innocent
settlers didn't seem very brave.

Get her out of that.

♪♪ They were fighting for land...

that was taken from them
by those settlers,

fighting the only way they knew
how, against impossible odds.

That's not a very popular view,
Mrs. Cloud.

The truth is seldom popular,
Mr. Foster.

This is my dance.

Well, I... I'm out of practice.

It'll come back to you,
just like the cooking.

One year, five, 10...

Woman lives with 'em,
she's one of 'em...

Flaunting that breed boy,
brazen,

defending a pack
of murdering animals.

A decent woman
would show some shame.

Hmm. Yes.

Uh, about Mrs. Cloud...

I'm afraid
she just isn't suitable.

Well, I just thought
I'd let you know.

♪♪

Yeah.

It isn't fair, Ben.

It's the same kind of thinking that drove
her away once before, back to the Indians.

Honey, it isn't your concern.
Mrs. Cloud... It is my concern.

She was my mother's friend.

That horse couldn't beat Pa's.

This horse can run
a hole in the wind.

You wanna prove
he's faster than Pa's?

He's not my horse.

Why, you been braggin' about the
Virginian bein' such a friend of yours.

If he was, he wouldn't mind.

He ain't.

- He is my friend. He said so.
- Then prove it.

Won't nobody know but us. Tell
you what. I'll give you a head start.

Mace here will open up the gate
while I run for Pa's horse.

If I can't catch you before
you get to the south pasture,

I'll give you
my brand-new jackknife.

♪♪

Hey, Clayt.

What color war paint do
Shoshones use... yellow?

You know what to do. Yeah.

♪♪

Why so pensive, kitten?

The way they looked at her,
the things they said.

And afterwards I was so ashamed
because I should have said something.

I couldn't think what to say.

She said it all.

If only there was some way
to help her.

Well, if there's a way,
I'll find it, honey.

Daddy, I do love you.

Pa! Pa! He stole another horse!

♪♪ Who, Mace?

What are you talkin' about?

Wolf. He stole your horse.

Clayt and I caught him
red-handed. Clayt went after him.

- He may need help. Let's go.
- Jim and I can handle it.

It's my boy that's trailin' him.

If anything happens
to him... Jim!

What happened?
It's all right, Mother.

I did not steal the horse.

- Mace, Clayt says...
- Let's just hear what Mace has to say.

Like I said. Clayt and I came down
to water the horses, and we saw him...

Sneakin' that horse
out of the corral.

He lies! He held the
gate open for the race.

What race?

We didn't have any race.

That one said his father's horse
was faster than this one,

that if this man was truly my
friend, he would not care if we raced.

He promised to give me his jackknife if
he could not catch me, and he did not.

You hear me say
anything like that?

No.

That settles it for me. This isn't
the first time he's stolen a horse.

- What do you aim to do about it this time?
- Well...

I aim to see he gets a
jackknife for winning the race.

Are you callin' my boys liars?

Injuns was never no one
to tell anything straight.

He didn't win the race.

Wolf!

Come on. Here. Get up.

On your feet.

Scratch the surface
and you get a pure savage.

Dressin' him up fancy won't do any good.
You better get him back to his own kind...

or you're gonna have more trouble
than you can handle. Abe, shut up!

- What?
- Just shut up.

I think the Landeen men have
caused enough trouble here today.

Come on. Let's go home. Come on.

That horse could
never catch us. Not ever.

We know that, don't we?

You know who you remind me of?

You are like the horse my
father used to tell me about.

To the Shoshone,
he was known as the Ghost Horse,

and around the campfires
at night,

they would tell how he was
seen from Cimarron to Sonora,

and how all the horse catchers
tried all their tricks,

but none could ever get
close enough to capture him.

Kind of late, uh,
for doin' chores, isn't it?

My mother says
it was a bad thing I did...

To race your horse
without asking.

Well, I guess you were
kind of stampeded into it.

I do not know why I stay.

I want to go back,
where I have friends.

You've got
some good friends right here.

Yes. But I cannot
stay here always.

My mother says that in
California, it will be different.

- She's probably right.
- Why should that be?

Well, there never was the same
feeling about Indians out there,

'cause the tribes
were mostly peaceful.

Some of 'em don't even know
how to make bows and arrows.

It is because of me
that she must go there.

Well, now don't go blaming
yourself for anything till you get there.

People have been
going clear across the

continent for years
just to get to California.

It's supposed to be one of the
prettiest places in the country.

They've got cities
and gold mines and ranches,

tall trees
and rivers to swim and fish in,

groves of fruit trees
and the ocean...

and a breed of golden horses
called Palominos.

Doesn't sound like going would
be a hardship, whatever the reason.

If it is so good a place,
why do you stay here?

Because this is where I belong.

That's something you know
about a place,

deep down inside yourself.

I know where I belong.

Well. You did a good job
on Joe D.

Thanks. Let's go.

You sure gotta hand it to
Mr. Grainger. He's some shrewd buyer.

Morgan's waiting with the herd.
The rest is up to you.

I know, I know. Get 'em back here as
fast as I can without losing any weight.

Right. All right,
boys. Let's move out.

Wolf must be sleeping
awfully soundly this morning.

Well, he was up awfully late.

I'll fix him breakfast when
he wakes up. Thank you.

You know, Milo, if you keep
making these small trips out here,

people will get it in their heads
that you're coming courting.

Let's not play
cat and mouse, Cath.

We've got some
serious talking to do.

I've never been more serious
in my life.

After all, I am your wife...
For richer, for poorer,

for better or,
at the moment, for worse.

There's too much hate in you
to ever want to be my wife again.

Oh, yes, there's hate.

I've waited a long time
to find you...

and kill you.

You had that chance the other
day. You could have let me die.

Like I told the Virginian,
that's too easy.

I realize my obligations
to you, Cath.

I've come with an offer...

Half of everything I own, plus an
equal share in all future earnings.

It's a sizable sum, Cath...

More than enough to make a
new life for you and your son.

Somewhere far away.

You're in no position
to bargain, Milo.

Cath, what do you want?

- I want my daughter.
- No.

I'm going to take her
away from you, Milo.

You think she'd leave Ben?

I didn't say that.

I said I'm going to take her
away from you.

It shouldn't be hard.

All I have to do
is tell her the truth.

If you though anything at all
about Laurie,

you'd want to do
what's right for her...

Not use her as a weapon for
revenge, even no matter how justified.

And what's right for her? Should I preserve
her illusions about her beloved father?

No.

About her beloved mother.

You saw how
the Fosters acted yesterday.

A scandal like this
could ruin Laurie's life.

To know you were her mother...

Were? Milo, I still am.

A woman who lived with
a Shoshone for 12 years.

And preferred him
to her father, who was a coward.

Landeen was right.
You are like an Indian.

And whose fault is it
that I am what I am?

You don't care about that girl.

You don't care about anything
but your precious reputation.

Who fought for her? Who
stayed behind to die for her?

Who's paid for her life,
you or me?

I've made you
a generous offer, Cath.

Now you take it,
or you'll get nothing...

Not the money, not the
new life and not Laurie.

Because I'll deny it, Cath.

I'll deny everything and accuse
you of trying to blackmail me.

Laurie has no reason to mistrust me,
nor has anyone else in Medicine Bow.

It's my word against yours, and you
have no way of proving your claim.

Oh, yes, I have.

Don't you remember the last present
you gave me, Milo? I still have it.

It's a locket
with our pictures inside.

Of course, we were much younger,
but it's unmistakably us.

That's the first thing
they would have stolen.

But you forget.
I was Gray Cloud's captive.

He was the chief.
Nothing was taken from me.

I think you need proof.

I went to wake him up,
but he's not there.

His bed hasn't been slept in.

I found this,
but I can't make it out.

It's Shoshone.

He's gone back.

He says he belongs
on the reservation.

Now you must go home.

They must not think
I've stolen you.

I-I just don't know
how much of the

conversation I had with
Laurie he overheard.

Maybe enough to think
you'd be better off without him.

Milo, there are two ways back
to the reservation. You know that.

I'll take the north trail.
I'll saddle your horse.

Cath?

I'll make a bargain with you.

Your son for my daughter.

How do you know
he's not your son?

I hated the thought
of having a baby like that.

Might have been my husband's,
and I hated him.

Might have been Gray Cloud's,
and I hated him then.

Then I felt it move, and it
didn't matter whose it was.

It was a living part of me.

I suppose it wasn't just
the hate that kept me alive.

I suppose it was
the life inside of me.

I'd never really thought
about it that way before.

Oh, this has been so new
for him and so hard for him,

and I've given him
so little time these last days.

He was always
more Gray Cloud's son...

By adoption if not by parentage.

From the time he took his first steps,
he walked in the shadow of a man.

Like most Indian mothers, I learned that
Shoshone boys like to be known as men.

They shy away from
outward displays of affection.

But I think back now,

and I can't remember if I ever
told him how much I loved him.

Run, boy!

Well...

It beats me
how a man with a tricky heart...

can tangle with a wildcat and come
out of it tickin' sound and steady.

Doc? Hmm?

How many nights' sleep have you
lost in a lifetime of doctoring?

Too many to count, Milo.

You need some sleep now.
I'll look in on you before I leave.

I'd like to talk to Mrs...
To Cath.

Now, you need rest, not talk.

Well, he'll be fit as a fiddle
in a couple days.

Can I talk to him?

Well, nobody pays any attention
to what I say anyway.

Make it short.

Oh, where is he? Is
he all right? Wait. Wait.

What happened? Wait
a second, Laurie girl.

Now, one...
One question at a time.

Wolf told us what happened.

You saved his life.

He's a brave boy, Cath.

He didn't run.

Neither did you.

He's a son to be proud of.

I am.

If he's not my son, Cath,
I wish he were.

But you'd never know.

It doesn't matter.

Either way, I...
I owe him, and I owe you.

Cass, I wish there were some way
we could be together again.

Daddy?

I don't understand.

How could that boy be your son?

Because this is your mother,
Laurie.

Mrs. Cloud?

But she... But you told me
my mother was dead. Why?

Laurie, for what
I'm about to say,

I-I don't ask your forgiveness.

Just try and understand.

He did think I was dead, Laurie.

You see, he left us alone
that day.

He went into town for supplies.

By the time he got back,
it was all over.

He never forgave himself
for not being there.

I can't believe it.

I just... just can't believe it.

You don't really
want to believe it.

You'd rather have
the heroine in her grave,

the brave lady of the monument.

No... I'm sorry, Laurie.

I'm sorry you overheard.

I'm sorry that shining image he
built for you had to be tarnished.

She's as gallant today...

as she was
all those years ago, kitten.

Your mother is a lady
to be proud of.

I would be known to my friends
as Boy Who Deserted His People.

She's your people too, you know.

There are many rules
I don't understand.

I don't do anything
right. You could learn.

It would be hard for her.

Harder for her if you left.

You see, she knows what I know...

The day of the Indian is past.

All you could do on the
reservation would be...

live out your life
doing nothing.

A man wants his life
to count for something.

You can only do that
if you're free.

Wolf?

I can't keep you here
if you want to leave.

It's the white man's way that everyone be
free to choose the way they want to live.

So if you want to go back,
I won't try to stop you.

The choice is yours.

But wherever you go,

know that my love goes with you.

It is the Shoshone way that a brave
looks after the women of his lodge.

It was the way of my father.
It will be mine.

There's still time.
I wish you'd change your mind.

You belong here, with us.
You've been apart too many years.

It wouldn't work,
not for any of us.

Listen, we don't care
what anybody says.

Especially not for Wolf.

I'm gonna have
one of those golden horses.

What was the name you
gave them? Palominos.

If you come down and see us,
we'll race.

I might just do that.

- All aboard!
- You will write?

You'll let us know
where you are and how you are?

How else would you and Ben
know where to come and visit?

Good luck.

Oh, Wolf. I almost forgot.

We'll never forget you.