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Yours?

Yeah.

Lose many?

All I had.

Ah, dumb, crazy
buffalo.

Tobacco?

Gilson's my name.

Charlie Gilson.

McKenzie.

Sandy McKenzie?

Hey, wasn't you
meat hunter

for the army engineers
a couple years back?

Yep.

There's talk about you

from Texas
up through Arkansas,

even here
in the Dakota territory.

Talk you must've killed
more buffalo than anybody.

Too many.

4 years
of planning and saving

gone in 4 minutes.

Ah, there ain't no money
raising cattle.

Not real money.

Yeah.

Good grass
around Mitson Rock.

Rich earth,

plenty of water
all year-round.

All I wanted
was a place of my own,

raise some stock.

Hoped I was through
chasing buffalo.

Maybe they ain't through
chasing you.

What do you mean
by that?

Only this, mister.

Buffalo hides bring in
$2.00 a piece.

Buffalo tongues
selling for 50 cents.

Not interested, Gilson.

Much obliged.

Well, we got him
for a start.

What do you say?

Takes money
to run an outfit.

I got enough.

All right.

I've changed my mind,
mister.

You want to go
slaughtering buffalo,

you go ahead.

Me, I want to get
the stink of 'em

out of my insides.

I'm fed up on killin'.

Seems like
all I've ever known

since I was a kid
was killin'

one way or another.

There ain't nothin'
wrong with that.

Killing's natural.

Not to me it ain't.

Sure it is.
The war taught me that.

The more you killed,
the better man you was.

Killin', fightin', war.

That's the natural
state of things.

Peacetime's only the...
Resting time in between

so's you can
go on fightin'.

I was in the war, too,

and on the same side
you was,

but I wasn't in it
for the killin'.

All right,
have it your way.

You want to live peaceful.

Buffalo won't let you.

They wiped you out,
now you wipe them out.

You want to live,
they gotta die.

Their hides would pay for
your new stock of cattle.

You'd be killing
for your reasons

and me for mine.

Well, glad to see you
again, Jimmy.

Got yourself
some good pelts here.

What you want to take
back to the reservation?

I ain't goin' back.

Oh?

I'm gonna get me
a job.

I'll take this
for a starter.

You better get rid
of those reservation clothes

and dress
like a white man.

Better get
a haircut, too.

You know, with that red hair,
nobody'd take you for an Injun.

Would they take me
for a half-breed?

Nope.

'Cause I guess
that's what's important.

Yeah, I guess it is.

You better fix yourself up
some clothes.

Sandy!

Hi, ed.

How's the cattle business?

Well, I'll tell you.
That's a long--

Easy with that gun, boy.

You just had
a close call.

Oh, put it away, Charlie.

This boy ain't
out to trouble us.

How do you know
he ain't?

He just ain't got
a "trouble us" look.

You better give me
that till you leave.

No sense getting hurt
too soon.

Tell him
what we need.

100 pounds of lead.

150 pounds of powder.

6 cases of primers.

And one case of knives.

I thought you was
through with buffaloes.

What's it to you?

It's nothing to me,
mister.

My partner
Charlie Gilson.

Glad to know you.

I'll take this Winchester.

What about a Skinner?

Hey, is old Woodfoot
still around?

Last I heard,
got into a fight,

cards or something,
busted his pegleg.

Yeah?

A one-legged
buffalo Skinner?

And 2 of the best hands
with a hide.

If he'll hire on,
which he probably won't.

Ed, I'll give you the rest
of the order later on.

Take it easy, boy.

Now, who said
you could do that?

I was just givin' him--

Carries
his own scalp.

Stinkin' Indian.

Shot him in the back
of the head,

that's what he did.

7 years ago
in deadwood city.

August of '76.

I was there.

Ah.

He outdrew Hickok,
that's all.

Outdrew wild bill?

Murder.

That's what it was.

Wild bill was playing
a hand of poker

in Karl Mann's saloon.

In comes Jack McCall.

Cross-eyed, broken-nose
whiskey head.

Shot poor bill
in the back of the head.

And the cards that
wild bill was holdin'

was aces and 8s,

and that's why,
you crummy tenderfoot,

that's why they call
aces and 8s

a dead man's hand.

Hey, you go by

the name of
Woodfoot?

Just think on it.

Custer, Hickok,
California Joe--

all dead
inside of 5 months.

They're giants, mister,
giants.

Want to hire on
as buffalo Skinner?

Buffaloes. Every skunk
and his uncle

who can afford a gun
is a buffalo hunter.

60 a month,
starting tomorrow.

Listen, mister,

you're talking to the best
buffalo Skinner alive,

bar Injun women.

I've skinned more buffalo

than there are people
west of the Mississippi.

I've skinned for
the Santa Fe and the army

and wild bill. I--

I pulled and yanked
on buffalo hides

until my guts ached

and my clothes were stiff
with buffalo grease,

and they smelled enough

to knock a dog
off a gut wagon

into a dead faint.

You want the job
or don't you?

What, for you?

I skinned for the best,
mister.

I've seen hunters
come and go.

You ain't any hunter.

65 a month
and enough whiskey

to keep you working.

You ain't any hunter,
Sonny.

The only good
buffalo hunter left

is Sandy McKenzie.

He's my partner.

He's...

You know, mister,

you'd be the second-biggest
liar in Dakota.

You'd be the first
and champeen

if it wasn't for me.

McKenzie is through hunting.

He quit. He's smart.
He quit afore he got spooked.

You ever see a hunter
spooked by the buffalo, Sonny?

It's a sight to see.

You ever seen
a spook, Woodfoot?

Not me.

But then I never
killed any buffalo.

But I have seen 'em
that was spooked,

yes, sir.

Ah...it's gets 'em all
sooner or later.

It gets 'em all,
man and boy, inside of...

A year,
couple of months.

The buffalo spook will
get you, too, Sonny.

Yeah. And one day
you'll wake up

and there it'll be
inside of you,

runnin' ziggy-zaggy
like burnin' blood.

Oh, don't scoff me,
mister.

I've seen
what they've done

to twice your kind
of man.

Turn 'em crazy.

Makin' 'em kill and kill
and kill like...

Nothin' born of woman

or in
the likeness of god.

Drivin' a man until
he's killin' crazy,

till he'll wake up
at night

and he'll hear
the stampede of buffalo

and see 'em
by the thousands.

Hearin' 'em
and seein' 'em

where there weren't
any buffalo,

nary a one.
Spook ball.

Daffy spooked.

Till the trigger finger

couldn't stop
jerkin' and shootin'

and killin' and...

Reach for your gun,
mister.

Reach!

Bang bang.

Ha ha ha ha ha!

Ha ha ha ha!

What's his stuff?

Well, just those
old pants

and that rebel shirt
and that music box.

What'll it take
to bail him out?

Nothin'.

Ain't got anyplace else
to sleep.

All the beds in town
is took.

He owes some money,
though--

much obliged.

Hi, boy.

Take it easy, boy.

Looks like you already
lost your gun.

You don't want to lose
your life.

You need a drink.

What's your name?

Jimmy O'Brien.

Here.

Mother Injun?

Yeah.

Where is your mother?

She's dead.

Your father?

Who bore down on you?

No, wait.

Now you can drink.

?? Yellow Rose
of Texas ??

?? Da de da
de da de ??

You want to meet her?

Money gone, too, hmm?

It seems they took you
to the fair.

Too old to suck and
too young to die, huh?

What are you gonna do
for eats?

Get me a job.
I'm a good trapper.

Me and my partner's

looking for
a couple of skinners.

Buffalo.
Pays 60 a month.

Summer hides ain't
worth much, are they?

They pay the same as
prime hides these days.

They use 'em
for leather.

Well, you want the job?

Yes, sir.

We'll be gone
a long spell.

You want to dance
with her?

They don't like Indians.

Oh, I see.

Let's go.

Got us your Skinner.

Yeah?

Woodfoot!

Ha ha ha!

Why, you old...

I thought I'd lost you.

Ah.

Hello, Sonny.

Buffaloes
still after you?

You all right, pop?

Ah...

I got us
a Skinner, too.

Smells like
the same Injun to me.

Name's Jimmy.

Keep him away from me.

You come along with me.

Hyah, mule!

Get outta here!

Hyah!

Take a look around, huh?

Hey, mule!

Ha ha ha!

Ha ha ha!

Are you crazy?

What's the matter, Sonny,
sand runnin' out of your boots?

Who told you
you could drive mules?

I'll show you drivin'.
Hey, mule!

Let go!

Hey, mule!

Hey, mule!

Hyah!

Hyah!

Hyah!

Hyah!

Hyah!

Hey, mule!

Whoa!

Ah ha ha ha ha!

Look at that wagon.

I got a mind
to kill that old loon.

We'll get along.

Tell you what we'll do.

Me and the old man'll
go scout around for a camp,

and you and the boy
go round up the loose mules.

Who are you tellin'
what to do?

Glad to see you
again, Sonny.

Hey...

What got you back
in the butcherin' business?

Easy money.

Ah, I never knew
easy money

without a bad conscience.

I already got
the bad conscience.

Might as well
have the money.

Something bothering
you, Sonny?

Yeah. How come
a fool like you

has lived so long?

Well, that's easy.

You see, a man
in a boy's world

don't find it hard
to get along.

Ha ha ha!

Don't drive him
too far.

He's liable
to explode.

Ah, he will.

He won't need any help
from me.

Don't you ever get tired?

The only thing
tires me is people.

Get the cork out.

You do more work
with one leg

than the rest of us.

A man works with
his back, not his feet.

How did you lose it?

What, the leg?

Ah, I got
stinkin' drunk

in a blizzard,
fell asleep,

froze up fast.

Sandy carried me
15 miles

on his back.
Saved my hide.

But I lost my leg.

And you didn't
give up drinkin'?

I still got
one good leg left,

ain't I, son?

Will you have some?

No.

That's a smart boy.

We need
some fresh meat.

I'm gonna
get us some.

All right.

Well, I...
Ain't cut out

for this
homesteadin' work.

All right.

I'll get us
a buffalo.

It's about time

we started
makin' some money.

It's a bit windy yet.

It's just the way
I like it.

?? Our meat was always
buffalo ??

?? and iron wedge bread ??

?? and all we had
to sleep on ??

?? was a buffalo robe
for a bed ??

?? the fleas
and the graybacks ??

?? worked on us ??

?? so, boys,
it was not slow ??

?? I tell you ??

?? there's no worse place
on earth-- ??

?? Earth ??

?? than the range
of the buffalo ??

Lousy bugs.

I don't see
nothin' so funny.

That powder
costs like gold.

How come the bugs
don't bite you?

Oh, they bite me,
Charlie.

I just don't
take it personal

they way you do.

You figure everybody and
everything's agin' you.

Heat's agin' you.
Cold's agin' you.

Skeeters and Indians
are agin' you.

You even figure

me and Woodfoot's
agin' you.

We ain't agin' you.

Hey, Sonny.

You're makin'
those bullets so fast,

maybe they ain't accurate.

Oh, no.

He makes 'em
better than me.

Twice as fast
and better.

Charlie's
sure got the knack

when it comes to guns.

Hey, Charlie.

How'd you learn
about guns?

Not from killin' buffalo.

From killin' Injuns.

Maybe I could learn you
something about that.

Nah.

I got no taste
for killin'.

You know anything
about live Injuns?

No.

Then how do you
expect to--

don't tell me.

That's information

I just won't be needin'.

Hey.

Smoke that.

Try a little smudgin'.

Where you from,
Mr. Kenzie.

Well, I'll tell you, boy.

Mostly from wherever
there's been buffalo.

That makes you belong to
the Dakota territory, then.

How's that?

This is the last place
you'll see buffalo.

Oh...

There ain't no end
to the buffalo.

None of us'll live
to see the end of 'em.

I don't know.
They're thinnin' out already.

They'll be back, plenty.

With what the hunters kills
and the Injun takes,

there might not be any
to come back.

Then there's...

There's them
that kill themselves.

Just like that time
over at Cheyenne Wells.

Whole herd stampeded
off a bluff in a blizzard

winter of '61.

Skin and bones
10 feet deep

and near a mile long,
I guess.

About 100,000 buffalo
dead.

Back in '73,

I remember the Arkansas

when there was no end
to buffalo.

'74 they was gone.

Gone.

Just bones.

Millions of bones.

Their carcasses
stripped naked

for the hides.

The stink of it.

The shame of it.

A thing to study
what a man will do.

Ain't nothin'
to be proud of.

The way you talk, it's
a crime to hunt buffalo.

Maybe it is, Charlie.

Then how come
general Sheridan

gave out medals
to buffalo hunters?

I seen one of 'em--

a dead buffalo
on one side,

a dead Injun
on the other.

The army
was for the hunter.

Sure, during
the Indian war.

Every dead buffalo
meant a starving Indian.

The army couldn't
lick the Injuns,

so they wanted to starve 'em
back on the reservation.

What's wrong with that?

You've got the makings

of a good buffalo hunter,
Charlie.

You just keep at it.

Hey, boy,
saddle my horse.

Hey, where do you think
you're going?

I'm gonna get them
lousy

horse-thievin' Injuns.

Now? Tonight?

Now. Right now.

You trail 'em
and I'll get 'em.

Take it easy.
We'll get our mules back.

Nobody can pick up a trail
in the dark.

I'm gonna get
them mules.

Charlie.

Stealin' horses
ain't a crime

to an Indian.

They don't think
the way we do.

Indians ain't even human.

There's places they got
a bounty on 'em,

so much a head.

Not just horse thieves.
Any Injun.

You comin'?

No.

Woodfoot?

Not me, Sonny.
I'm part thief myself.

Besides, you're the man
with the gun.

Hyah. Hyah.

This your kid?

Get up.

Bullet only
creased you.

You're lucky.

Ho!

Why, thank you.

Where you come from, huh?

You want it?

You want it?

Well, I got us back
our mules.

Why didn't you
kill the girl, too?

Ah,
that wouldn't be

very sensible,
would it?

Hey, boy!

If she didn't have
that kid, though...

Maybe it ain't hers.

Hey, you speak
this woman's lingo?

Enough.

Ask her
is that her kid?

Tell her to move
into the shack.

Tell her
I'm hungry, too.

They say killin'

makes some men
powerful hungry.

Yeah. Don't it?

Hey.

How are you,
young fella?

What you doin' here,
huh? Fishin'?

What do you want, this?

Where's your ma, huh?

Where's your ma?

Oh.

Uh...

There's your ma.

I--I just happened...

Mr. Kenzie--

how about
some hot water?

Charlie, about
this Indian girl...

You...

Mr. Kenzie,
what's a buffalo stand?

What's your name, honey?

What kind
of shootin' does it take

to make a buffalo stand?

Well, what
stops a buffalo

from running away?

Well, you see,
you pick out the leader.

That's the bull

that's watching
for trouble.

He's always on
the outside of the herd,

on the upwind side.

But, you gotta kill him,
though.

See, if you
only wound him,

then he starts
hoppin' around,

runnin' crazy.

He scares the rest
of the buffaloes,

and you got a stampede
instead of a stand.

And you always
shoot the one

on the outside
of the herd?

That's right.

The ones that are
walkin' or wanderin'.

Funny thing
about buffalo--

one of 'em falls dead,

and the rest of them
all nuzzle around,

bawlin', chewin' their cuds,
not knowin' what to do, but...

You let one of those bulls
start to move,

and----
Your stand's over.

Do you know anyone

as fast with a gun
as Charlie?

No.

Not around here,
leastwise.

Hah!

Hah, mule!

Hey, I thought
I made a big stand,

but you got me beat.

You have to
kill him?

Well, you didn't look
like you was goin' to.

Big medicine.

With the Indians,
it's big medicine.

Ah, you ain't
all Injun.

Start skinnin'
this one.

Not me.

I ain't skinnin'
this one.

Ah, sure you will.

Leave him alone.

I'll do it.

Never mind, boy.

Start on
some of the others.

Hey, this one'll
probably bring

as much as all the
others put together.

I heard of a white
buffalo hide once

bringing $2,000.

We did pretty good.

Didn't we, though?

That Mr. Charlie,

he sure hates
the Indian, don't he?

Well, why not?

The Injun don't eat
with no fork,

same as Charlie.

Injun treats his women
free and easy,

same as Charlie.

Injun blows his nose
with his finger,

same as Charlie.

Now, you see,

Charlie don't
like himself so much,

so he don't like
the Injun any better.

Seems fair enough,
don't it, son?

White buffalo.

You take away
our food...

And now you kill
our religion.

Where did you learn
to speak English?

Didn't I hear her
speaking American?

Hmm? Nah. Give me
a hand here, huh?

Ah, it's a white one, huh?

Hey, Woodfoot,
play somethin'...

Somethin' lively.

Hey, Charlie,
how's it feel

to kill
so many buffalo?

What you mean?

Oh, you know...

Shootin'
hour after hour,

feelin' that you got
the...The almighty power

of life and death
in your hands.

Only some
dumb, lousy buffalo.

Well, any different
from killin' a man?

Don't it make you
feel different?

I don't know.

Well, do it make you
feel big or special?

Is it the same
kind of feelin'

you get
around a woman, maybe?

Yeah, maybe somethin'
like that, only...

Different.

If you're gonna throw a gun
on somebody to kill, then...

Well, it's like somethin'
important's gonna happen,

somethin'
that can't be changed

back to the way it was
ever again.

Killin's like, eh...

Like the only real proof
you're alive.

Y-you know what I mean.

You killed more buffalo
than anybody.

How's it make you feel?

Ah, who cares?

Drink, Sandy?

No, thank you.

What's eatin' you,
anyway?

You got somethin'
against me?

Ain't you, Charlie.

No, it ain't me...

But you know what it is,
all right.

It's her, ain't it?

Well, ain't it?

You wouldn't understand,
Charlie.

Stay away from her.

Stay away from her.

Hey, Sonny,
come here.

Come on.

Hey, boy.

Hey!

Come on.
Come on, try it.

You come try it.

Go on.
Wait a minute.

"You wouldn't understand,
Charlie."

I understand plenty.

Plenty.

Good.

Do you want it?
Do you wanna take it?

Good night,
everybody.

Hey.

Let up, Charlie.
He don't mean no harm.

This is my friend
Spotted Hand.

Him and me, we--
we grew up together,

hunt together,
fight together,

go look for big
medicine together.

He's a good hunter.

Is it all right
if he has some meat?

Oh, sure.

You want to trade
the white one?

What's he got
to trade?

What, them old
crow baits?

Probably stole 'em,
anyway.

No. Them's Injun ponies.

That's what you say.

Try one. Find out.

Ha ha!

Ha ha ha ha ha!

Hey, you mount
the injun pony

on the right side,
not the left side like we do.

Say, Charlie, I know
what that hide's worth.

I didn't ever want it
in the first place.

Big medicine.

You're startin' to sound
like an Injun yourself.

It means a lot
to that boy.

What do you say,
Charlie?

I shot it,
and I say no.

Tell him it's no trade.

Hey, I believe
that Injun's

got half a notion
to fight.

Tell your friend
to take his meat

and get out
of here, quick.

No. Hold it.

If he wants to fight,

I'll fight him
for the hide.

Fight? You mean
with your hands?

He carries a pistol,
too, don't he?

Don't understand.

If he shoots you,
he gets the hide,

but if you shoot him,
you get nothin'.

He don't savvy.

He wants to know
what you get out of it.

Pleasure, boy,

just pure pleasure.

This ain't
a gunfight, Charlie.

It's murder.

You feel like murder
this mornin',

already?

Why don't you
stay out of this?

All right, tell him
it's the white hide

against his 2 horses...

And that silly
black hat he's wearing.

Woodfoot,
step off 30 paces.

What's he sayin', boy?
Is he crawlin' out?

No. He says it's
a good day to die.

He's ready, then?

I better explain to him

he's gotta draw
before he shoots.

Let it go, boy.
I'll give him

that much
of an edge.

Let 'er buck.

What I want to know

is what was he gonna
do with that hide?

He would have stretched
that hide on a tree

and let it rot.

An offering to the sun.
It's their religion.

Ah, Injuns ain't
got no religion,

not real religion.

Oh, yes,
they have, Sonny.

It's just
the same as ours,

only they don't pass the hat
after they pray.

I'll be damned.

What's the matter?

He ain't dead.

Losin' your touch,
Sonny?

Well, I'll be damned.

That's for sure.

Here, Sandy.

You through
with this?

Yeah.

Plasterin' manure
on a wound like that.

White man'd be dead.

Over a stinkin'
buffalo hide.

I don't get it.

It's patay.

What?

Patay.

It's the Injun word
for buffalo.

Means an awful lot
to the Injun--

meat, robes
for wintertime,

tanned hides
for clothes

and teepees,

shields for war.

The skin off the
buffalo's hind leg

makes moccasins.

They use every ounce
of him, I gather.

Patay
means buffalo.

Buffalo means life
to the Injun.

So they made
a religion of 'em.

All right.

Get the ponies.

What you provin',
anyway?

Ah, kid knows
he's gonna die.

Wants to go home
to his own people.

Boy can go with him.

It's a long walk back
to the Sioux reservation.

We can use
the Injun's ponies.

I won them horses.

He wants to go back...

He's walkin'.

In a way, Charlie,
you're a special case.

I've never known a gun
to wear a man before.

Now grow up.

Put that gun away.

You want me to come
right back here?

Yeah.

Get off them horses,
both of you.

Thought I told you
to put that gun away.

I could shoot out
both your eyes

before you took
another step.

Sure, you'd kill me,
Charlie.

But while
you're doin' it,

I'd gut you
from belly to brisket.

He's dead.

I better take a look
at the mules,

quiet 'em down
with a little music.

Wolves bound
to make 'em restless.

I wonder, did that woman
like Charlie or hate him?

What's the matter
with you, anyway?

Ain't you got
no feelings like a...

Like a white woman?

Why don't you--

why don't you cuss me?

Say you hate me.
Say something.

Don't just...

Lay there
like a dumb animal.

You ain't so dumb,
at that.

You know
I won't take you,

not when
you're this way.

Figure to outlast me,
don't you?

Well...

You'll change
your mind.

And when you do...

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Do you like him?

Why do you stay here?

Where shall I go?

Back to your own people.

I'll help you.

My people are starving.

This child must live,
so I stay.

You made a brother

of the one
with the red hair.

Why?

You are gentle
with the child.

Why?

You hold no hatred
for my people.

Why?

I was raised
around your people.

They taught me
how to ride,

how to hunt,
and how to live.

That baby isn't yours,
is it?

His mother
was killed.

Has the child
got anybody,

anybody close,
I mean?

The baby belongs
to all people.

Ain't that a
fact, though.

Who learned you that?

Your missionaries.

Ain't no use
talkin' to her.

Charlie...

I was thinkin'
of going into town,

sell what hides we got.

What's your hurry?

We got plenty of huntin'
to do around here yet.

Might be better
if you and I

stayed away from
each other a few days.

I think that's
a fine idea.

I'll start
in the morning.

Wait a minute.

Suppose you
stay here and hunt

and I go?

You figurin'
to leave her here?

You'd like that,
wouldn't you?

How do I know you'll
come back with the money?

Well...

You don't know
for sure, Charlie.

Hyah!

Hyah!

Hey!

Ho!

Whoa!

Gotta get rid
of this buffalo stink.

Give me some of that
sweet-smelling Cologne.

Bay rum?

$1.00.

Here.

Whiskey, brother.

Them buffalo bones sure do
make a man thirsty.

Checked 70 loads
since this morning.

By winter, there'll
be enough bone

passing through here

to fertilize the
whole state of Ohio.

Might do some good
if them wagon of yourn

were loaded
with Indian bones.

Why don't you shut up
and just tend bar?

Me?

Yeah, you.

What did I say?

Anything you say
is too much.

Buy a girl
a drink, sport?

I'm bushed.

Um...

Ned.

What's your name,
honey?

You guessed it.

Sport.

How's business
on the inside, Peg?

Big run on
the bathtub today.

Must be the heat.

A lot of people seem to
be hot under the collar

one way or another.

That's a mighty big collar
you're wearin', mister.

You better
come with me.

Who are you,
honey?

A man.
The usual article.

Soften him up
a bit, Peg.

Ha ha! Ha ha!
Ha ha!

What's the matter,
honey?

You feelin' poorly?

That's a pretty shirt.

Excuse me, ma'am.

Didn't catch
what you was sayin'.

You want to ask
me to dance?

Will you dance,
ma'am?

Thanks.

You dance divine.

I think you'd better
go to your room.

Make yourself
comfortable, honey.

I'm looking
for somebody...

Somebody who...

You got any Injun
blood in you?

I should say not!

We don't even allow
Indians in here,

no matter what kind
of money they got.

Do I look like
an Indian to you?!

Out. Go on,
get out of here.

Uh...wait a minute,
honey.

What's the matter,
honey?

Don't you like me?

Thank you, ma'am.

Good night.

Why, you lousy crumb!

What'd you expect?!

Well, what'd you expect?
Love and romance?

A heart of gold?

What, are you too good
for us or something?

Why, you're just
a filthy slob!

You're just like
every other stinkin'

buffalo hunter!

What's the disguise
about, Sandy?

What's the matter,

you ashamed of us
or somethin'?

Smells nice, too.

Smells like
a stinkin' buffalo.

Just like
the rest of us.

That's a lie.

There ain't
no buffalo smell on me.

Not on me.
No, sir.

Excuse me--

ohh!

You didn't oughta
have done that.

Hey. You still
owe me $20.

You think I killed
all them buffalo, too?

Why, it's a crime. It's
a crime against nature

and the Indian
to kill the buffalo.

Ohh!

Unhh!

Charlie?

Where are ya,
Charlie?

Come on, Charlie.

Come on.

Unhh!

Charlie!

Unhh! Unhh!

Charlie!

Charlie!

Ohh!

Charlie?

Charlie?

Where you goin',
Charlie?

You still think I killed
all the buffalo?

Hey, Charlie?

I'm not Charlie.

Huh?

You got the wrong
man, mister.

Uh...

All right.

Whoa!

Whoa.

Hiya, pop.

Glad to see you
again, Sonny.

Well!

Here. Have a bite
of breakfast.

Yeah, we moved camp.
Charlie's idea.

One of us been here every day
to see if you showed up yet.

Charlie's livin'
in a cave now.

Got all the comforts
of home.

I didn't expect you
to come back.

Why did you come back?
You hate him, don't you?

Don't know for sure.

Oh, I don't hate him.

Feel sorry for him.

Feel responsible
for him, too,

but most of all, I...
Reckon I understand him.

Understandin' him ain't
gonna stop him from killin'.

Well, maybe not.

You ain't come
to stop him, have you?

Yep.

I also aim
to free the woman.

Mr. Kenzie!

Glad to see you,
Mr. Kenzie.

He's back.

Sandy's back!

Sandy! Am I glad to see
you, you old coot!

We missed you!

Didn't we miss him,
Woodfoot? Ask the boy here.

He pined after you like--
like you was his brother.

Woodfoot...
Get out a bottle.

Let's have some music.
We'll make this a party.

We, uh, we had
to move camp.

What do you think?
We run clear out of buffalo.

Hey, boy, go up
and tell the woman

to come down here
and say hello to Sandy.

No, sir, I...I just don't know
what's got into them buffalo.

Big herds
seem to be goin'.

Run right off
the face of the land.

We still see
a few every day,

but small herds.
5, 10, sometimes 20.

Never any more.
They'll be back.

Now that you're here,
they'll be back. Have a drink.

Come on down here.

Dumb Injun.
One of these days,

I'm gonna learn her
how to talk.

Look at these hides.
We been workin'.

How much money did you
bring back with you?

Well, tongues and hides
brought close to $1,000.

Spent 70 of it.

Ed Black's got the rest
whenever we want it.

Yeah, that's great.
Just great.

And that's not countin'
the white hide.

How much did that fetch?
More'n 2,000, I'll bet you.

Don't tell me you sold it
for less than that?

Didn't have it
to sell.

It's gone.

Disappeared.

You're a liar.

You're a liar. You're
holdin' out on me.

Get up.

I said get up!

Big man
full of big talk.

You must think I'm some
dumb kid or somethin'!

You know I didn't load
them hides.

The boy here and
the woman were--

you stole that white
buffalo hide, didn't you?

The white hide!
You took it!

Hold it.

How do you
know I didn't take it?

Maybe I did sell the hide
at that, Charlie.

What reason would
she have to take it?

What reason's an Injun
gotta have, anyway?

Maybe the buffalo god
took it.

Maybe he didn't
want you to have it.

How do we know,
Charlie?

Maybe you took
that hide for yourself.

Welcome back to
home, sweet home, Sonny.

One lousy buffalo.
Ridin' all day,

runnin' here,
runnin' there,

thinkin' all the time
I hear 'em rushin' by,

and then...
Then nothin'.

Why? What's
the matter with 'em?

4 days now
since you got back.

You ain't even brought in
one hide. Not even one.

Look at them bandoliers.

Don't tell me it's
'cause you ain't seen any.

You ain't even
fired your rifle.

Why?

I'll tell you why.

You and that woman
got it fixed up

to sell the white hide,
that's why.

You're gonna tell me

what you did
with that white hide.

Where'd you put it?

Well?

What about it?

You hit that woman again...
I'll kill you.

You mean you'll try.

That's right.

I'll try.

Well, that's fine.

Just fine.

Buffalo.

Listen to that.

Just listen.

Must be
10,000 buffalo.

They're back.

I told you
they'd be back.

I'm gonna get me some.

Right now!

He's spooked,
all right.

That was no buffalo.

Of course not.

That was thunder.

You gotta leave.

Yes.

You go tonight.

When Charlie's
asleep...

Go to where
the animals are.

I'll be there.

There must've been
100,000 buffalo.

Did you kill any?

No. Never
had a chance.

You saw 'em,
though.

Well, that's--that's
the funny thing.

They was always
just ahead of me.

They must've been
movin' fast.

I could hear 'em.

I could see their dust.
It was kickin' up

like a cloud
or a mist, but...

Well...if they was
movin' that fast,

they'll tire out.

Yeah,
that's right.

Well, buffaloes
spread out

in the draws
and valleys

around
the water holes.

Yeah. That's the way--
that's the way I figure.

Maybe we'll get ourselves
a couple of stand

bigger'n last time.
Ain't that right, Sandy?

Hey, Woodfoot. How about
a drink on that?

Yeah. You got a jug
left, haven't you?

Yeah. Kind of
snakebite remedy.

Yeah?

Well, it so happens
I'm bit bad.

I told you them
buffalo would be back.

We might get 200
or 300 a day.

Be like old times,
huh, Sandy?

Here.

Hey. It's
certainly cold.

Cold. Huh. You don't
know what cold is

until you've had
winter up here.

And the snow--white darkness
they calls it.

You know, one night
it'll be kind of coolish,

like now, then
all of a sudden...

Whew! Cold wind.

So cold
it'll freeze a cow

standin' straight up
in his tracks.

And nothin' between
the north pole and here

to stop that wind
but a Barb-wire fence.

That's hot enough to burn
holes in your britches.

Well, it's
a cure or a cause,

accordin' to
how much you drink.

Drink, boy?

Hey, where's
that woman of mine?

Hey. What's
the matter, Charlie,

ain't our company
good enough for you?

Yeah. Best
in the world.

1...

2...

3...

4...

5...

6...

It's gone...

All gone.

The buffalo
ain't gone.

Whoa, Charlie.

They'll never be gone.

Come on, you old
buffalo, you!

Point me in the right
direction, Sandy, old boy.

Where'd they go?

I don't know.

Saddle the mule!

Where's Sandy?

I guess he got
an early start

on them buffalo
you seen last night.

Yeah? What did he do,

take the woman and kid
with him for company?

He run off with her.
You know that, don't you?

Oh, you got
the shakes, Sonny.

You better set up a while.
I'll cook somethin' to eat.

He took my woman.
I'm gettin' her back.

He ain't gonna catch
Mr. Kenzie.

Not on a mule,
anyway.

Maybe.

We'd better go along,
just in case.

Do you think Mr. Charlie'd
shoot his friend?

Yeah.

Yeah, I think so.

What's he gonna
find up there?

That's a cave that him and Sandy
used to use in bad weather.

Why'd Mr. Kenzie leave
Mr. Charlie's horse?

'Cause he knows how much
Charlie thinks of him.

Now Mr. Charlie'll
find him.

Yeah.

Hey, boy,
go get him.

Woodfoot! Hold him!

Here. Take this.

Hyah!

What'd you do?
With that horse,

I could've caught up with
'em in a couple of hours.

Yeah. That's
what I figured.

- You helped him get away
last night, didn't you?
- Ah, take it easy, Sonny.

That's why you got me drunk.
Well, I'll find him anyway.

No, you won't.

What's to stop me?

Me. Look, Sandy's
probably the only friend

that you ever had.

He's a thief.

If you get on that mule,
I'll kill you.

Don't do that.

I'll do it
if I have to,

so help me,
right in the back.

Don't make me
do it, Sonny.

By tomorrow
you'll see I'm right.

Forget Sandy.
Forget the woman.

You don't need them.

Hey, Sonny. Relieve
Charlie of his gun.

Just until tomorrow,
Charlie.

You'll think cooler
without a gun.

Uhh!

Uhh!

Bang. Bang.

Uhh!

Ohh...

Sandy's to blame.
It's his fault.

We'll find him.

I'd better bury
the old man.

Later. First we'll--

no, Mr. Charlie.

Be snowin'
pretty quick now.

Cover up the tracks
where Mr. Kenzie went.

Well...

Tomorrow, then.

The day after.

Someday.

We'll make him pay up
for everything.

There's no bullets
in there, Mr. Charlie.

It's empty.

Where's the rest?
The rest of the cattle,

the flour, the feed,
and the corn?

You're...not
from the army?

No.

Oh, I...Thought...

I'd...hoped...

Come in and
get warm, mister.

First we ate the horses.
Then the dogs.

Maybe you noticed
how quiet it is.

You're welcome
to the mules.

I'll be needing
my horse.

Much obliged,
Mr. McKenzie.

That'll feed 'em
for a day or two, maybe.

Then the army'll
send supplies.

They will.
I know they will.

It ain't your responsibility
to get these supplies.

I'd tell
these people to go,

but where would they go, and
how would they get there?

Oh, they might get to town
and beg for food,

but who'd give it
to an Indian?

Maybe they might steal
and get shot for it.

What's the name of this
army man I got to see?

Major Smith.

It's more'n
a day's ride, though,

if you make it at all.

I go with you.

And when we get there...
Charlie's waitin'.

And...something happens.

Then...

Then it happens
to us together.

I've been lookin'
for you.

Hello, Charlie. Hope you
got some hides for me.

I want my money.

Sure, sure.
Have a drink.

Almost $1,000, not countin'
what I brought in this time.

Where's McKenzie?

He run out on me.
Ain't that right, boy?

He run out, so I want
the money, all of it.

Half belongs
to him.

I say it don't.

Stole a white
buffalo hide

and run out.
He's a thief.

Ain't that right, boy?

No.

It ain't right.

What?

Mr. Kenzie's no thief.

Hey, you're tight,
boy.

You better get out of here
and sleep it off.

I took
the white hide...

For medicine...

For my friend.

Who's gonna believe
a lyin' Injun?

That's all you know--
kill.

Well, come on. I'll
give you pleasure.

Kill me.

But listen,
Mr. Charlie...

You'll never make me
tell a lie

about Mr. Kenzie.

Never.

No, but you will
tell the truth, boy.

I'm gonna beat you
till you tell the truth,

till you admit Sandy took
that white buffalo hide.

He took it,
didn't he?

Just like he stole
the woman.

No.

Sandy's a thief.
Say it!

Say it, boy. What's
the difference?

Where you goin', boy?

I'm...I'm sorry about
what just happened.

Don't quit me, boy.
I need you.

We'll make out.

Will we, Mr. Charlie?

I'm an Indian.
Remember?

We had 52 head set aside
for your Indians.

Some froze to death,
some were stolen.

If we waited
another day,

there might not be
any left.

Well, we can't wait.
We're ready to go now.

Will you be all right
to handle these?

Hey, major, looks like
I got me another hand.

And if any of your cattle
freeze to death on the way,

- skin and quarter
'em and take
- Mr. Kenzie.

The meat with you.
Excuse me.

Thank you, major.

Hiya, boy.
How you been?

How's the old man?
How's pop, huh?

Charlie killed him.

Killed him?

Why?

Well, the old man tried to
keep him from goin' after you.

He's gonna throw
a gun on you, too.

He's here.

You want
to find him?

If I know Charlie,
he'll find me.

Well...you ready
to go back

to your people,
boy?

Yes, sir.

Come on.

Come on! Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah!

Hey!

Hey!

I come
for my money.

Look at this hide.
Skinned off a steer

3 hours ago,
stiff as a board.

Moisture on the inside
done it.

Skinned hours ago.
Stiff as a board.

I'll take it in gold
or silver. No paper.

Hey, Ed, they say
McKenzie's in town.

Say he's got
a squaw with him.

Pretty-lookin', too.

Is that right?
Sandy here?

Here and gone.
Him and the squaw

and the half-breed kid
lit out.

Got supplies
and cattle

from the army.
He's gone, all right.

I'll get your money.

Will you be wanting any
supplies for yourself?

Sandy!

Hey, Sandy!

Come on down!

Come ready!

You ain't got a
chance, Mr. Kenzie.

Maybe not.

I could take him
from here with this.

No.

If you don't
come down,

I'm killin' the mules
and the cattle!

I'm waitin'!

Charlie!

Let the boy
and the woman

move out
with the cattle!

Then I'll come down!

Yeah, he can go!

She stays!

I stay.

Make it quick!

All right, boy.

Don't do it,
Mr. Kenzie.

On your way...

Or he'll start killing
the cattle out of pure meanness.

Sandy!

Don't be comin'
out now!

Why?

Too dark!
I don't trust you!

Come in the morning!

Come ready
with the sun!

We'll build a fire.

Charlie!

Charlie!

I knew things
would change.

As soon as I got Sandy,

I knew things
would change.

It's only--it's only
the beginning, boy.

You'll keep me warm.

Warm and ready for him
in the morning.

He will kill you.

Maybe.

Maybe I'll take him
with me.

Well...

Charlie.

Froze to death.

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