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Howdy, Sergeant.

Howdy.

Where do you think you're heading, mister?

Well...

guess I'd have to say nowheres in particular.

That's Cheyenne country up ahead.

That so?

We're ordered to search every wagon.

Well, I don't know what you're looking for, Sergeant,

but go right ahead.

Never did say what they was looking for.

Come on! Hey!

Captain Rawlings? Yes, sir.

Headquarters group.

Fourth cavalry. You're Mr. Hardie?

Yes, Sir. This is Pitt Simms.

Wells Fargo agent here in Grass River.

Howdy, Captain. Come in, gentlemen.

Thank you.

I don't know how much your company told you before you left Denver.

They told me very little

except I was to report here to Grass River

and put myself entirely at your disposal.

And they wanted me to give you these invoices.

They total up to 38 boxes of farm tools.

Shipped to a Miss Leah Harper here in Grass River

by S. Tustin and Company of Denver.

Sam Tustin.

Somebody you know, sir?

Yes, Mr. Hardie,

but I don't know Leah Harper.

Oh, she owns a saloon

and a gambling house called The House of Cards.

She's also got a ranch just east of town.

I'm only guessing, Captain, but I...

don't believe that the army's really interested

in who's been buying farm tools lately.

No, Mr. Hardie, but the army is interested

in whether or not somebody's trying to smuggle rifles to Red Hand.

Red Hand?

Thought he was at Fort Bannister negotiating a new peace treaty

with the government.

He's in Fort Bannister, but he's doing very little negotiating.

What is he doing then?

He's obviously stalling,

killing time, and we think we know why.

We've heard rumors that he's expecting

to get a large number of rifles from somewhere.

RAWLINGS: If he is, and he gets them,

it will strengthen his bargaining position.

He can tell the government to agree to his terms, or else.

I see.

Then it's your idea maybe that

whoever it is that's trying to ship these rifles to him

might have used Wells Fargo, at least as far as Grass River.

Under the guise of something else, of course.

Say, for instance... farm machinery.

That's the question the army wants you to answer for us, Mr. Hardie.

Well, I'll try.

Pitt, perhaps you can tell me

a little more about Leah Harper.

Well, there's not much more I can tell you, Jim,

but she's sure a strange one.

Give me another drink.

And this one's gonna be on the house, too.

Give him just one more.

Leave it! Leave it.

Get out of here.

Now, is that any way to treat an old friend of your Pa's?

Don't reach for it!

Get out of here!

What do you mean coming in here?

Stinking of the buffalo you have slaughtered,

and skinned, and left to rot!

Get out of here!

Come in.

Miss Harper?

I'm Jim Hardie, from Wells Fargo.

About two weeks ago you received a shipment

from Wells Fargo via Denver, I believe.

Thirty-eight boxes of farm tools, to be exact.

So?

Well, at the same time, we had a shipment going to Phillipsburg and...

somehow or another the Phillipsburg shipment went astray.

What does that have to do with me?

Well, the company thought perhaps it...

It might have gotten mixed up with your shipment.

Oh, I see.

And if you have no objections,

then I'd like to check over your ship...

I have no objections,

but it would be a waste of time, Mr. Hardie.

You see, my foreman checked the shipment when it arrived

and I received exactly the amount of equipment I ordered.

Not more and not less. I see.

But isn't it possible your foreman could have made a mistake?

Oh, no. Matt Taylor is not a man who makes mistakes.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

I'm rather busy.

Good day, Ms. Harper.

Matt.

Saddle a horse for me, will you, please?

Is something the matter, Leah?

No.

Where're you going?

Oh, to Phillipsburg.

I'll be gone two or three days.

I'll go with you.

No, no, no.

Leah, there is something wrong.

I'll go and change.

Does it have anything to do with those boxes

that were hidden down in the old stable?

What do you know about that?

It wasn't tools in those boxes, I know that much.

And I know whatever was in those boxes, the boxes are gone now.

Leah, what's going on around here?

It's none of your business, Matt.

Well, I'm making it my business.

Your business is to run the ranch.

I'm making it my business because I'm in love with you.

And I think you're in love with me.

Well, you are wrong.

Am I? Yes.

That's only because you won't let yourself love anyone.

What are you afraid of, Leah?

I'm not afraid of anything, Matt.

Well, if it isn't fear,

then what is it that makes you

shut everyone out of your life?

Are you going to saddle a horse for me

or am I going to do it myself?

You know, I still can't figure it.

How a woman with all of Leah Harper's money

would even bother selling rifles to the Indians.

That is, if she is. She is.

Or at least she's hiding something about that shipment of farm tools.

But she doesn't need the money she'd get from Red Hand.

Well, that's only half of the mystery.

Where's Red Hand getting the money to give her?

Yeah, now that... that... That's a good question.

Well, I got a lot of questions,

but I got no answers.

Evenin', Mr. Hardie.

My name's Jebediah Skane.

Mr. Hardie...

I hear you was around town this afternoon asking about Leah Harper.

Where she come from and the like?

And what's that got to do with you?

Well, I knew old Mule Harper, Leah Harper's pa.

He was a Frenchman, originally came from Canada.

Me and old Mule was pretty good friends

before he died a few years ago.

Hunted buffalo together up in the Medicine Bow country.

Um...

had an idea...

maybe what I could tell you

might be worth a few dollars.

Come in.

Thank you.

Is Ms. Harper in? No, she isn't.

I'm Jim Hardie, from Wells Fargo.

Well, I'm Matt Taylor, Miss Harper's foreman. Maybe I can help you.

Maybe you could. Could I come in?

Sure.

Heard a lot of nice things about you, Mr. Taylor.

Mr. Simms, Mr. Ryan over at the bank, the marshal...

They all think a good deal of you.

How come you're checking up on me?

Oh, I wasn't checking up on you.

Your name just came up in the conversation when I mentioned Miss Harper.

Why Leah?

I was trying to find out why she's smuggling guns to the Cheyenne.

Smuggling guns to the Cheyenne?

No, Hardie, you must be wrong. Leah wouldn't do that.

She received 38 boxes of farm tools.

Yeah, I... I know about that.

You know what was in those boxes? You have any idea?

I didn't know. I...

I didn't want to know.

Where is she now?

Do you have any idea what's gonna happen

if the Cheyennes get hold of those rifles?

This territory's gonna be knee-deep in blood, both white and Indian.

Now, where'd she go?

I... I'm not sure.

Then guess.

Well, there's on old cabin in Oak Canyon

that's about five miles inside Cheyenne territory.

Leah made a point of wanting to see it a couple of months ago

when we rode back from Phillipsburg.

Will you take me there?

It's a long ride. We...

we won't make it before morning.

Then we'd better get started.

Hardie...

why would Leah want to sell rifles to Indians?

I don't think she's sellin' 'em.

I think she's givin' 'em to Red Hand.

But why?

An old buffalo hunter came in to see me a little while ago,

name of Jebediah Skane.

He was a friend of Leah's father.

He told me that her father was married

to the daughter of Chief White Bear.

You mean that...

Leah is a...

Leah's a niece to Red Hand.

Well, this here's a surprise now.

Where's Wing?

Doing what you told him to do when we got here.

Rode over to Fort Bannister

to tell Red Hand we'd be here waiting for him.

Anything wrong?

An agent of Wells Fargo came to visit me yesterday.

If Wells Fargo is suspicious, so is the whole army.

Well, that ain't nothin' to worry about, ma'am.

There's nothin' we can do until...

Wing gets back here.

Now, uh, you've had a long, hard ride.

Let me give you a drink.

No, thanks.

You got the rest of the money for them rifles, ma'am?

You will get it as soon as Red Hand comes for them.

Yeah, well...

I'll brew you some coffee.

No, thanks. All I want is sleep.

Go ahead and make yourself comfortable on that cot.

I... I'll just, uh...

curl up in the corner.

You'll curl up outside in the wagon.

Mighty cold out there, ma'am.

Get out!

Cover me.

I don't want Leah to get hurt.

Hardie...

I don't want anybody to get hurt.

Matt!

Oh!

There's another one out there.

You better come on out here, mister.

Ya hear me?

Matt.

Matt! Matt!

Tustin! Wing!

Quick! We have to get him inside!

Matt!

When will Red Hand be here?

This afternoon.

Better get those horses out of sight.

If you don't get him to a doctor, he's gonna die.

Perhaps you think one of your uncle's medicine men can save him.

I had a long talk with the buffalo hunter.

Skane, Jeb Skane.

He told me all about you.

That I'm a half-breed?

Yes.

But you make it sound like, uh...

some sort of dirty animal.

In the eyes of the white man, I am.

An Indian is dirt,

but a half-breed, that's less than that.

Not in Matt Taylor's eyes.

Wait until he wakes up.

We don't have to wait.

You told him?

Yes.

And he didn't come here to save me.

He came here to help you.

The last thing he said before he was shot was,

"See that Leah doesn't get hurt."

"Leah doesn't get hurt."

Do you know what's been happening to me

since the day I was born?

Tell me.

Tell me what else Jeb Skane told you about me.

Tell you about Mule Harper

that left my mother when she was sick

and no more use to him?

No.

It was right here in this very cabin.

I was twelve years old,

sat and watched my mother die.

I dug the grave and...

I buried her.

I'm very sorry.

Don't be sorry. I don't need your sympathy.

I don't want anything from the white man

except his money.

So you can buy more guns for Red Hand?

No, for my people.

Matt Taylor was your people, too.

Hmm...

not as long as the white man keeps reminding me

that I'm half-Indian.

My mother was the daughter of a chief.

That's what the Cheyenne remembers,

not that my father was a...

rotten, filthy buffalo hunter.

My people let me keep my pride.

Matt.

Matt!

Hardie?

There's a knife on the table over here.

Yeah.

You think you can make it?

I'll try.

That's a spoon.

Left.

Matt!

TUSTIN: Get him out of here!

You better get used to what you just saw

if Red Hand gets hold of those rifles.

Gonna be a lot of men die... white and red.

Some of 'em are gonna be like your two friends there...

and your father.

Most of 'em are gonna be good men

like Matt Taylor was.

He loved you very much.

He didn't care what you were or who you were.

He just loved you.

Get a rifle out of that wagon.

Oh! They're coming back.

Leah! Open the door!

You let him go.

I ought to kill you.

I'm gonna save you for Red Hand.

Find him. He can't be far.

I'm right here.

You know how to hitch up a wagon? Yes.

Gotta get those guns out of here before Red Hand shows up.

All right.

Turn around.

Miss Harper's trial will be Monday at Fort Bannister.

Your testimony will be necessary, of course.

I'll be there. I know.

But what I don't know is,

whose side are you gonna be on?

I think that's the trouble

with the world today, Captain,

everybody's choosing sides.

I know what you mean, Hardie,

but in the case of Ms. Harper's trial,

it'll be a mere formality.

After all, she's the niece

of a powerful Cheyenne chief,

and we don't want to do anything to offend Red Hand.

Yeah, I can understand that.

I can also imagine that Mr. Tustin

along about this time is wishing he was a relative

of a very powerful Indian chief that nobody wanted to offend.

Even that wouldn't keep him off of the gallows.

I'll be ready in a few minutes, Captain.

Well, I suppose I'd better be going.

Good-bye, Miss Harper.

Good-bye, Mr. Hardie.

I'll see you on Monday.

Beautiful ranch, isn't it?

I have a hunch you'll be coming back.

I hope so.

MAN: Whoa! Whoa!

Howdy, Sergeant.

Howdy.

Where do you think you're heading, mister?

Well...

guess I'd have to say nowheres in particular.

That's Cheyenne country up ahead.

That so?

We're ordered to search every wagon.

Well, I don't know what you're looking for, Sergeant,

but go right ahead.

Never did say what they was looking for.

Come on! Hey!

Captain Rawlings? Yes, sir.

Headquarters group.

Fourth cavalry. You're Mr. Hardie?

Yes, Sir. This is Pitt Simms.

Wells Fargo agent here in Grass River.

Howdy, Captain. Come in, gentlemen.

Thank you.

I don't know how much your company told you before you left Denver.

They told me very little

except I was to report here to Grass River

and put myself entirely at your disposal.

And they wanted me to give you these invoices.

They total up to 38 boxes of farm tools.

Shipped to a Miss Leah Harper here in Grass River

by S. Tustin and Company of Denver.

Sam Tustin.

Somebody you know, sir?

Yes, Mr. Hardie,

but I don't know Leah Harper.

Oh, she owns a saloon

and a gambling house called The House of Cards.

She's also got a ranch just east of town.

I'm only guessing, Captain, but I...

don't believe that the army's really interested

in who's been buying farm tools lately.

No, Mr. Hardie, but the army is interested

in whether or not somebody's trying to smuggle rifles to Red Hand.

Red Hand?

Thought he was at Fort Bannister negotiating a new peace treaty

with the government.

He's in Fort Bannister, but he's doing very little negotiating.

What is he doing then?

He's obviously stalling,

killing time, and we think we know why.

We've heard rumors that he's expecting

to get a large number of rifles from somewhere.

RAWLINGS: If he is, and he gets them,

it will strengthen his bargaining position.

He can tell the government to agree to his terms, or else.

I see.

Then it's your idea maybe that

whoever it is that's trying to ship these rifles to him

might have used Wells Fargo, at least as far as Grass River.

Under the guise of something else, of course.

Say, for instance... farm machinery.

That's the question the army wants you to answer for us, Mr. Hardie.

Well, I'll try.

Pitt, perhaps you can tell me

a little more about Leah Harper.

Well, there's not much more I can tell you, Jim,

but she's sure a strange one.

Give me another drink.

And this one's gonna be on the house, too.

Give him just one more.

Leave it! Leave it.

Get out of here.

Now, is that any way to treat an old friend of your Pa's?

Don't reach for it!

Get out of here!

What do you mean coming in here?

Stinking of the buffalo you have slaughtered,

and skinned, and left to rot!

Get out of here!

Come in.

Miss Harper?

I'm Jim Hardie, from Wells Fargo.

About two weeks ago you received a shipment

from Wells Fargo via Denver, I believe.

Thirty-eight boxes of farm tools, to be exact.

So?

Well, at the same time, we had a shipment going to Phillipsburg and...

somehow or another the Phillipsburg shipment went astray.

What does that have to do with me?

Well, the company thought perhaps it...

It might have gotten mixed up with your shipment.

Oh, I see.

And if you have no objections,

then I'd like to check over your ship...

I have no objections,

but it would be a waste of time, Mr. Hardie.

You see, my foreman checked the shipment when it arrived

and I received exactly the amount of equipment I ordered.

Not more and not less. I see.

But isn't it possible your foreman could have made a mistake?

Oh, no. Matt Taylor is not a man who makes mistakes.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

I'm rather busy.

Good day, Ms. Harper.

Matt.

Saddle a horse for me, will you, please?

Is something the matter, Leah?

No.

Where're you going?

Oh, to Phillipsburg.

I'll be gone two or three days.

I'll go with you.

No, no, no.

Leah, there is something wrong.

I'll go and change.

Does it have anything to do with those boxes

that were hidden down in the old stable?

What do you know about that?

It wasn't tools in those boxes, I know that much.

And I know whatever was in those boxes, the boxes are gone now.

Leah, what's going on around here?

It's none of your business, Matt.

Well, I'm making it my business.

Your business is to run the ranch.

I'm making it my business because I'm in love with you.

And I think you're in love with me.

Well, you are wrong.

Am I? Yes.

That's only because you won't let yourself love anyone.

What are you afraid of, Leah?

I'm not afraid of anything, Matt.

Well, if it isn't fear,

then what is it that makes you

shut everyone out of your life?

Are you going to saddle a horse for me

or am I going to do it myself?

You know, I still can't figure it.

How a woman with all of Leah Harper's money

would even bother selling rifles to the Indians.

That is, if she is. She is.

Or at least she's hiding something about that shipment of farm tools.

But she doesn't need the money she'd get from Red Hand.

Well, that's only half of the mystery.

Where's Red Hand getting the money to give her?

Yeah, now that... that... That's a good question.

Well, I got a lot of questions,

but I got no answers.

Evenin', Mr. Hardie.

My name's Jebediah Skane.

Mr. Hardie...

I hear you was around town this afternoon asking about Leah Harper.

Where she come from and the like?

And what's that got to do with you?

Well, I knew old Mule Harper, Leah Harper's pa.

He was a Frenchman, originally came from Canada.

Me and old Mule was pretty good friends

before he died a few years ago.

Hunted buffalo together up in the Medicine Bow country.

Um...

had an idea...

maybe what I could tell you

might be worth a few dollars.

Come in.

Thank you.

Is Ms. Harper in? No, she isn't.

I'm Jim Hardie, from Wells Fargo.

Well, I'm Matt Taylor, Miss Harper's foreman. Maybe I can help you.

Maybe you could. Could I come in?

Sure.

Heard a lot of nice things about you, Mr. Taylor.

Mr. Simms, Mr. Ryan over at the bank, the marshal...

They all think a good deal of you.

How come you're checking up on me?

Oh, I wasn't checking up on you.

Your name just came up in the conversation when I mentioned Miss Harper.

Why Leah?

I was trying to find out why she's smuggling guns to the Cheyenne.

Smuggling guns to the Cheyenne?

No, Hardie, you must be wrong. Leah wouldn't do that.

She received 38 boxes of farm tools.

Yeah, I... I know about that.

You know what was in those boxes? You have any idea?

I didn't know. I...

I didn't want to know.

Where is she now?

Do you have any idea what's gonna happen

if the Cheyennes get hold of those rifles?

This territory's gonna be knee-deep in blood, both white and Indian.

Now, where'd she go?

I... I'm not sure.

Then guess.

Well, there's on old cabin in Oak Canyon

that's about five miles inside Cheyenne territory.

Leah made a point of wanting to see it a couple of months ago

when we rode back from Phillipsburg.

Will you take me there?

It's a long ride. We...

we won't make it before morning.

Then we'd better get started.

Hardie...

why would Leah want to sell rifles to Indians?

I don't think she's sellin' 'em.

I think she's givin' 'em to Red Hand.

But why?

An old buffalo hunter came in to see me a little while ago,

name of Jebediah Skane.

He was a friend of Leah's father.

He told me that her father was married

to the daughter of Chief White Bear.

You mean that...

Leah is a...

Leah's a niece to Red Hand.

Well, this here's a surprise now.

Where's Wing?

Doing what you told him to do when we got here.

Rode over to Fort Bannister

to tell Red Hand we'd be here waiting for him.

Anything wrong?

An agent of Wells Fargo came to visit me yesterday.

If Wells Fargo is suspicious, so is the whole army.

Well, that ain't nothin' to worry about, ma'am.

There's nothin' we can do until...

Wing gets back here.

Now, uh, you've had a long, hard ride.

Let me give you a drink.

No, thanks.

You got the rest of the money for them rifles, ma'am?

You will get it as soon as Red Hand comes for them.

Yeah, well...

I'll brew you some coffee.

No, thanks. All I want is sleep.

Go ahead and make yourself comfortable on that cot.

I... I'll just, uh...

curl up in the corner.

You'll curl up outside in the wagon.

Mighty cold out there, ma'am.

Get out!

Cover me.

I don't want Leah to get hurt.

Hardie...

I don't want anybody to get hurt.

Matt!

Oh!

There's another one out there.

You better come on out here, mister.

Ya hear me?

Matt.

Matt! Matt!

Tustin! Wing!

Quick! We have to get him inside!

Matt!

When will Red Hand be here?

This afternoon.

Better get those horses out of sight.

If you don't get him to a doctor, he's gonna die.

Perhaps you think one of your uncle's medicine men can save him.

I had a long talk with the buffalo hunter.

Skane, Jeb Skane.

He told me all about you.

That I'm a half-breed?

Yes.

But you make it sound like, uh...

some sort of dirty animal.

In the eyes of the white man, I am.

An Indian is dirt,

but a half-breed, that's less than that.

Not in Matt Taylor's eyes.

Wait until he wakes up.

We don't have to wait.

You told him?

Yes.

And he didn't come here to save me.

He came here to help you.

The last thing he said before he was shot was,

"See that Leah doesn't get hurt."

"Leah doesn't get hurt."

Do you know what's been happening to me

since the day I was born?

Tell me.

Tell me what else Jeb Skane told you about me.

Tell you about Mule Harper

that left my mother when she was sick

and no more use to him?

No.

It was right here in this very cabin.

I was twelve years old,

sat and watched my mother die.

I dug the grave and...

I buried her.

I'm very sorry.

Don't be sorry. I don't need your sympathy.

I don't want anything from the white man

except his money.

So you can buy more guns for Red Hand?

No, for my people.

Matt Taylor was your people, too.

Hmm...

not as long as the white man keeps reminding me

that I'm half-Indian.

My mother was the daughter of a chief.

That's what the Cheyenne remembers,

not that my father was a...

rotten, filthy buffalo hunter.

My people let me keep my pride.

Matt.

Matt!

Hardie?

There's a knife on the table over here.

Yeah.

You think you can make it?

I'll try.

That's a spoon.

Left.

Matt!

TUSTIN: Get him out of here!

You better get used to what you just saw

if Red Hand gets hold of those rifles.

Gonna be a lot of men die... white and red.

Some of 'em are gonna be like your two friends there...

and your father.

Most of 'em are gonna be good men

like Matt Taylor was.

He loved you very much.

He didn't care what you were or who you were.

He just loved you.

Get a rifle out of that wagon.

Oh! They're coming back.

Leah! Open the door!

You let him go.

I ought to kill you.

I'm gonna save you for Red Hand.

Find him. He can't be far.

I'm right here.

You know how to hitch up a wagon? Yes.

Gotta get those guns out of here before Red Hand shows up.

All right.

Turn around.

Miss Harper's trial will be Monday at Fort Bannister.

Your testimony will be necessary, of course.

I'll be there. I know.

But what I don't know is,

whose side are you gonna be on?

I think that's the trouble

with the world today, Captain,

everybody's choosing sides.

I know what you mean, Hardie,

but in the case of Ms. Harper's trial,

it'll be a mere formality.

After all, she's the niece

of a powerful Cheyenne chief,

and we don't want to do anything to offend Red Hand.

Yeah, I can understand that.

I can also imagine that Mr. Tustin

along about this time is wishing he was a relative

of a very powerful Indian chief that nobody wanted to offend.

Even that wouldn't keep him off of the gallows.

I'll be ready in a few minutes, Captain.

Well, I suppose I'd better be going.

Good-bye, Miss Harper.

Good-bye, Mr. Hardie.

I'll see you on Monday.

Beautiful ranch, isn't it?

I have a hunch you'll be coming back.

I hope so.