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(THUNDER RUMBLING)

NARRATOR:
In the middle years of the 19th century

more than 350,000 emigrants
moved along the Platte River

from the Missouri
to the Pacific.

The great majority passed
through Indian lands,

yet fewer than
300 came to harm.

A percentage smaller than
those killed accidentally by their own rifles.

There have been
few mass migrations so peaceful.

And no previous instance
in which people of one race

passed through lands
held by another with so little trouble.

But some confrontations
were inevitable.

And judging the new land
to be potentially valuable,

the United States Government
felt compelled to protect the settlers.

Forts were established,

and the cavalry began
to patrol the plains.

The result was two armies
living side by side,

uneducated in
each other's ways,

unsure of
each other's intentions.

Incidents became more common.

And were followed
by reprisals.

A deadly escalation began.

It was the destiny
of one young man

to become a healing force
in this time of unrest.

But in the spring of 1846,
it was he himself who needed to be healed.

Blaming himself for
the death of the young bride he had brought west,

Levi Zendt shut himself off
in a crude cabin

on the eastern slope
of the Rockies.

Here for months
he lived as a hermit, tortured with grief.

(GASPING)

He cannot kill, eh?

(SOBBING)

Oh, Elly.

We could hunt for him, eh?

He get hungry enough,
he hunt for himself.

We got other things to do.

Oh, Elly.

JACQUES: Cannon.

They'll strike back
hard for that, Jake.

At all of us.
Women and children, too.

And what do you think
will happen to the women and children

if they keep building
stronger forts, eh?

And more forts
means more soldiers.

But Mercy said...
They're choking us, Mike.

What is ours, they take.
What is whole, they divide.

What is free, they destroy.

We can't destroy
the cannon,

but the wagons with
the powder that makes the cannon roar,

and the food for the fort.

Make the fire.

(HORSES NEIGHING)

(ALL WHOOPING)

Close ranks. Save the cannon!

Torches!
The supplies! Fire!

The Pasquinels.

Lieutenant McIntosh, sir.

Looks like you lost
a lot of men.

Yes, sir.
Pasquinels?

I think so, sir.

You'd better see
to that wound.

I'm sorry, sir.
All I was thinking about was the cannon.

We'll talk later, Lieutenant.

Yes, sir.

One of these days,
your wife is going to have two dead sons.

Maybe if you spent
less time drillin'

and more time
writin' letters, things would change.

Until the government gets
its head out of the sand

and straightens out
who owns what, it's gonna get worse.

Not if we get hold
of the Pasquinels.

Captain, you'd best be
less of a soldier and more of a statesman.

Jake and Mike are
just the thunder.

The lightning's
yet to come.

My job is to keep
the peace, McKeag. Plain and simple.

Unless I'm mistaken,

you have to have the peace
before you can keep it.

It's only a matter of time.

Until what?

Till she goes off
with one of them.

McKEAG: No, she's got
more sense than that.

CLAY BASKET:
Now there's just a few.

When you open
the new trading post, there'll be many.

And one will talk
better than the others, have a special smile.

And we'll lose her.

Well, what can we do?
Can't tie her up.

She's hungry for love, McKeag.

She must have a good man,
like you and Pasquinel.

She must go to Levi Zendt.
Levi?

And bring him home.

The boy's in a bad way.
No tellin' how bad.

I was thinkin' of ridin' over
to the cabin tomorrow.

He doesn't need you.

Lucinda must go alone.

She said it herself
when the winter came. Remember?

Clay Basket, you know
what you're sayin'?

You're talkin' about...

About sending our daughter
to a man who's crazed with grief.

Who hasn't been with
a woman for... For seven months.

I know.

It is not our custom.

It isn't what I hoped
for Lucinda.

But there are much more
important things.

And I think two lives
may be saved.

Zendt!

Zendt!

You're filthy.

Here.

Please.

You have to eat.
You're so weak.

(WOLF HOWLING)

(LEVI CRYING OUT)

Oh!

No!
It's all right.

(PANTING)

LUCINDA: There used to be
a big blue spruce here.

I wonder what happened.

Lucinda.

Last night,
when we were together,

I wasn't even there.

I was thinking of Elly.

Listen to me.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

There was something
called a blue spruce,

and it was beautiful,

and it's gone.

And there was someone called
Elly, and she was beautiful, and she's gone.

Next...

I mean, this year
there's wildflowers on the ridge,

and next year
there'll be mushrooms

or wild sage or heather
or chokecherries,

and the sun
doesn't mind which.

Because it has to
shine anyway,

and the dirt is just glad
it's not going to be wasted.

It has nothing
to do with us.

It's only that something
always has to grow.

Not anything special.

Just something.

Elly knew that
because she was going to have your baby.

Now maybe I'll have it.

We'll ride today.

Well, I kinda like
just sittin' here.

You've been sitting.
Now it's time for riding.

We'll ride to
the canyon today,

tomorrow a little farther,
and in a few days

you'll be strong enough
to go home.

McKeag?

Aye?

I wanna marry your daughter.

Well.

And what does she say?
Aye.

Aye?

But I can't do it
unless she's a Christian.

Well, I guess
she's a Christian as much as she's anything.

But she has to be confirmed
and learn to read the Bible.

My family's custom.

We cannot read.

Looks like that's your job.

Clay Basket,
they want to get married.

Well, I'm no teacher,
but I was thinking.

When you go to St. Louis
to buy our goods,

you ought to
take her with you. Put her in school.

Well, that's quite an idea.

I want to read and write.

I've always wanted
to see St. Louis.

You see, back home we kept
doin' the same things

over and over. Father to son.

It seems like a new time
deserves new ideas.

Lucinda's so bright
she ought to learn everything she can.

Won't you be lonely
so far from home?

But maybe
she doesn't have to be.

I have a room in St. Louis

in the house of Pasquinel's
St. Louis wife.

McKEAG: Clay Basket,
you could take her there.

Stay with her until
she finishes her education.

Are you sure
we'll be welcome?

It's been a long time
since you were there.

Some things time's got
nothin' to do with.

(CHUCKLING)

Yes?

Lisette?

Yes.

Alexander McKeag.

Oh, come in. Please.

Is Maxwell here?

No, he's in Mexico.
The war, you know. But Mother's inside.

Mother?

Yes?

Alexander.

Alexander. Oh, Alexander.

Clay Basket.

I wondered
if we would ever meet.

I knew you would be warm.

And I knew you'd be
exactly the way you are.

I never remarried
because I loved Pasquinel.

He was a good man.
Oh, no.

He was an untidy,
untrustworthy man.

I trusted him.
My father trusted him.

I didn't mean
that in that way.

I meant that
he would go away. Just disappear.

He would not come back,

and I would think he was dead.

Then he would
come back again,

and I would fall in love
all over.

Oh, I was so jealous of you.

And I of you.

You were his fiery
Indian woman

who shared the life
he loved best.

And you were
the great lady of St. Louis.

A golden-haired woman
who live in a place I couldn't even imagine.

There should be a name
for our relationship.

I mean,
Lisette and Lucinda, they're half-sisters.

Half-wives?

Yeah, why not?

Half-wives.

We each had his children.
We each had his love.

I'm not sure
he ever loved me.

Not the way McKeag has.

But he was a good husband.

My father said he would be.

I knew what the people here
in St. Louis thought.

I could hear them whispering,

"Poor Lise. She married
a no-good French trapper who deserted her."

But I looked at those women
and I pitied them for never knowing a man like him.

He gave me a daughter as fine
as any woman could ever have

and a fine son-in-law.

Captain Mercy.
Yeah.

I met him at Fort John.

He is a fine man.
An honest man.

And your sons...

We hear such bad
reports of them.

It seems that they're
trying to disgrace their father's name,

but I guess there is nothing
that you or I can do about it.

No.

It's not easy being
half-Indian, half-white.

We will try to make it
easier for Lucinda.

Thank you.

I feel I was forced on you.

Not at all.

How'd you hurt your arm?

Fighting.

Who were you fighting?

The Pasquinels.

They attacked
our supply train. Turn around.

Why?

Because there's no point
in being with someone you don't want to be with.

But you had nothing
to do with it.

That's not what your eyes say.

They say,
"She has Indian blood.

"Her people have
killed my friends.

"And her brothers have
almost killed me." So just turn around.

Wait a minute!
Will you wait a minute? Whoa, Lackey, whoa!

Okay, maybe you're right.

Maybe I don't much
care for Indians.

Maybe that's due to the fact
that the only ones I've known have been shooting at me.

I'd like to get to know you.

Why?

Because you've heard
how wild a red woman is?

No.

Because when your feet hurt,
you take your shoes off.

Now, look, you don't wanna
walk back like that

in front of all these
big city folks now, do you?

No.

Okay.

Okay. Up, Lackey, up.

What is this?

Sauce. Makes it tender.

What you put
in sauce?

(HORSES NEIGHING)
Now that's a secret.

You Pawnee!
Get off this land.

It's ours. Get out!

Jake, these men were
sent by McKeag. They're friends of his.

Pawnee are friends of no one.

They scalp for
the Pawnee soldiers.

Get out! Get out! Get out!

You all get out.

They are too many.
We must go.

I'm sorry.
I'll tell McKeag what happened.

(ALL YELLING)

(YELLING IN NATIVE LANGUAGE)

(HORSE WHINNYING)

(SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE)

(ALL HOOTING)

(YELLING)

Why?
He was Pawnee.

He was a boy.
He was warrior prepared to die.

Are you?

Before I'll watch you
commit another murder.

Don't you let Pawnee
on our land again. Ever.

This land is McKeag's
and mine.

Clay Basket's!
And when she dies, ours. His and mine!

You want the exact figures,
Jake?

40% is mine.
And when I marry Lucinda, it'll be half.

Marry Lucinda?

(SCOFFS)

You going to marry Lucinda?

And when we tell you
to get off, you get off.

Otherwise it will all go.
We'll kill you all!

It's easy to kill
with a dozen others behind you.

Your father was a brave man,
they say.

I figure if he'd seen
what just happened, he would've been sick.

You keep the trading post.

No harm.

Men.

Just out of curiosity,

if your brothers
are so bitter against the white man,

how come their sister is here?

I came for an education.

Maybe if they had
the same chance,

they'd live their lives
in a different way.

I know some soldiers who would
chip in for a scholarship.

Lucinda, it's a joke.

It's hard to laugh,
that's all.

Look, let's look
on the bright side.

If I hadn't met up
with your brothers,

I wouldn't have gotten shot.

And I wouldn't have
been sent here

and then
I wouldn't have met you.

What?
Nothing.

Now, Miss McKeag, ma'am.

Don't try to tell
a veteran of the plains

that he doesn't know
when an Indian is troubled.

I mean, as for the other half
of your heritage,

don't try to tell
a St. Louis boy

that he doesn't know
when a French girl

has something serious
on her mind.

There's an Arapaho song.

I was just thinking of it.

A song?

How does it go?

It says,

"Two warriors
have sent me horses.

"Both are tall and strong.

"Both know the wisdom
of the heart.

"It's a pity I'm only one."

Levi.

We...

Finish... We'll finish

by nightfall.

I...

am Arapaho.

That's good.

You...

Man...

You are man

with

hairy face.

That's good, that's good.
Soon you'll know the signs as well as us, eh?

I'm glad you came back, Mike.
I've learned a lot.

Today, Levi,
we work side by side.

Tomorrow, we may
meet in battle.

(GRUNTING)

Maybe even kill each other.

Why do you say that?

It is future.

I'd hate to think we don't
have any say in the matter.

Levi,

a fish can choose
which way to swim, eh?

But he cannot stop the river.

Now you're startin'
to sound like Jake.

Jake.

Jake sees many things, Levi.
Many things.

He's the cause
of most of 'em, too.

Mornin'.
Mornin'.

You the fella partnerin' with
McKeag? Name of Zendt?

That's right.
I got somethin' for you.

What you buildin'?

Store.

When you gonna open?
Summer.

Levi, what is that, huh?

It's from Lucinda.

Well, I'll be pushin' on.

See you come summer.

Thanks.

What does it say?

It says that this is the
first letter she's written.

And she knows who God is
and the Virgin Mary.

I had forgotten that
St. Louis is pretty much a Catholic city.

This language,
all white men know?

Most.

I could teach you, Mike,

like you been
teachin' me signs.

No.

It's part of your world, Levi.
Not mine.

It's all the same world, Mike.

Levi,

how many white men are there?

I don't know.
Never thought about it.

Where you come from,

if you take
another man's land,

what do they do?

Probably put me in jail.

See, this land is our land.

Our land.

Why don't they put the men
in jail who take it?

Well, it's different
here, Mike.

See, nobody really knows
exactly who owns what.

The white...
The white man doesn't know.

But we know.

We know what belongs
to Arapaho.

We know what belongs
to Cheyenne. We know what belongs to Sioux.

It has been hard
for Jake and me, Levi.

Hard. We had to choose
which world to walk in.

I hope Lucinda makes
her choice wisely.

Oh, there's a nice one.

I got a good
buy on those.

Should fetch five buffalo
robes apiece,

or a shirt decorated
with human hair.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

And I got the spices
you asked for.

I thought maybe you'd make
some of them sausages you're always talkin' about.

With luck,
we ought to be tradin' by the end of the month.

Corral's a good idea.

The way the Indians feel
about their horses, I figured we needed it.

Beautiful job, too.

Mike helped me finish it.

Mike? Where is he?

He left
when he saw you comin'.

Oh, well.

The boys never
have cared for me.

I suppose because I've always
cared for their mother.

They just never understood

how it was in the beginning.

McKeag, how's Lucinda?

Oh, grand.
She's doin' fine.

The horses want water.

Say, what do you think
of this new slogan

that's on everybody's lips?
Manifest Destiny.

As if we didn't have
enough problems

deciding the ownership
of the Indian lands,

those pigheaded politicians

want to grab Texas
away from Mexico.

And Max Mercy down there?

Very likely to get himself
shot up over it, too.

What's his name?

Who?

The man Lucinda's seein'.

What man?

A soldier, maybe?

How did you know that?

I was just thinkin'
about the first time Elly saw Max Mercy,

how he looked in his uniform.

Now, Levi,
it's just an infatuation.

He's a nice fella,
but it doesn't mean a thing.

She's just kickin' up
her heels a little, that's all.

I should never
have let her go.

No, you did the right thing.

A love that risks nothin'

is worth nothin'.

Marry you?

Oh, I know
it's all of a sudden, like.

But that's the times.

I mean, I'd court you
to doomsday if I could. You know that.

We're being sent to
Mexico in three days.

Look, I'm a soldier
and a good one.

I mean, I don't know
how that kind of life strikes you.

It's certainly
not an easy life for a woman.

But there are
some compensations.

I mean, my prospects
are good to command. And if I...

John, I know you'll do well.
It's not that I don't.

Look, I know
there's someone else.

That other warrior.

But I'm also bigheaded enough
to believe that you don't

think much about him
when you're with me.

Don't answer now.

I love you, Lucinda.

I love them both.

Levi is like a rock,

and John's like a river.

I need them both.

It's strange that
a half-Indian girl should have so many chances.

Lise, tell me,
do you like John?

Yes, I like him very much.

He reminds me
a little bit of Maxwell Mercy

when he first came
into this room.

I knew immediately he was
intended to marry Lisette.

Na-aa?

I like them both,
Levi and John.

You mentioned Levi first.

I met him first.

What do you think, Na-aa?

The city is nice,

but the prairie, it's free.

Could you leave it?

(SIGHING)

I thought about that.

(SIGHING)

But there are other freedoms.

It's so hard
to laugh with Levi. He's so serious.

John laughs all the time.

Na-aa, you've loved two men,

a serious one
and a laughing one.

Tell me, which was best?

Lucinda.

What good is an education
if it can't help you with things like this?

LISE: Lucinda, I think
you must weigh one thing very carefully.

Sooner or later,
our army may go to war against the Indians.

If you marry John,
you will be right in the middle of things.

It may strain your loyalties
beyond endurance.

I hadn't thought of that.

Well, I think you should.

Somebody's comin'.

The wagons from St. Louis?

Looks like it.
Can't tell for sure.

LEVI: I, Levi Zendt
LUCINDA: And I, Lucinda McKeag...

hereby declare
our intention before God

to live together
as husband and wife.

Let us give each other
health and comfort.

Let us never do anything
to injure the trust we feel for each other.

(MAN PLAYING VIOLIN)

You know the only thing
that's missin'?

What?

Pasquinel.

I wish he could have
seen her as a woman

and happy like this.

She's the way she is
because of you, McKeag.

I'd like to think so.

Did I ever tell you about
the time Pasquinel and I

met at the rendezvous
after all those years?

And we danced out
all the bitterness of our bad feelings?

Only a hundred times.

(LAUGHING) I suppose
I have at that.

But by thunder, I feel like
dancin' right now.

Fiddler, can you play
a Highland reel?

(FIDDLING SCOTTISH MUSIC)

Jake. Jake, lad,
come on.

Me?

Come on. You remember,
your father taught you.

No, I don't.

Oh, Jake.

Jake, let's have that
bitterness between us over with.

For your mother's sake
and your sister's.

And for a man we both loved.

Come on, Jake, come on.

Just kick your feet up.

Just kick 'em up.

Come on.

Aye.

Right, that's the way.

(McKEAG LAUGHING)

Come on. Grab it.

McKEAG: We can kick.

Good boy. Well done.

Now, try this one.
Try this one.

There you go, fantastic.

That's good.

(GROANS)

(MUSIC STOPS)
McKeag!

(McKEAG)
Clay Basket. Clay Basket.

I'm here.

(PANTING) Clay Basket.

I love you.

McKeag?

McKeag?

(SINGING NATIVE SONG)

Great news, Ketchum!

The treaty's gonna be
signed here.

How are you, Major?
Max.

What's this about a treaty?

Well, the Supreme Court
says that the Indian tribes are nations.

And with nations
you have treaties.

How many extra soldiers
will they send me?

Well, there's talk of
up to a thousand men,

two commissioners,
and the good Lord knows how many interpreters.

How many Indians?
Depends.

Could go as high as 600.

KETCHUM: I can't see
how you'll pull it off.

The tribes hate each other
even more than they hate us.

You're dealing with
age-old enemies.

Frankly, it's impossible
for me to imagine Cheyenne sitting down with Pawnee,

Crow with Sioux,
and Shoshone with anybody.

We've gotta make it happen.

We've sent messengers
to the northern tribes. Men they trust.

It's my responsibility
to convince the Arapaho and Cheyenne.

Why not send down
to Zendt's Farm

and ask McKeag to help you?

If anyone can get them
to come, he can.

I guess you've been
moving around so much, you haven't heard.

McKeag is dead.

He was a man, a very good man.

None better.

How about it, Levi,
will you come with me?

Max, I...

I don't like the thought
of leaving Lucinda.

The baby'll be here soon.

Besides,

there's the only man
who really could've helped you.

Like it or not,
there's something you ought to realize.

You're McKeag now.

LEVI: All day I listen
to the white men complain

about the worthless,
no-good Indian.

"He won't work.

"Isn't fit to own land."

Then I look at the land after
the white men pass through.

What they don't want
they just junk beside the trail.

Dead animals decay
till the stench fills the prairies.

They're going to come, though.
Can't stop them.

The enemy of the tepee
isn't the rifle, Levi. It's the plow.

Max, you think this land
can really be farmed?

Well, some of the river land
for the white farmer.

But this should be
reserved for the Indian and the buffalo.

That's what I think
the treaty can accomplish.

We want no powwow.

No peace. No surrender.

It isn't surrender, Jake.

We help you to find
a place for one fort.

But there can be no more.

More forts mean
more soldiers.

And the soldiers need women,

and there will be
bottles of whiskey,

and while we are drunk
in our tepees you will kill the buffalo.

And when the buffalo
are gone,

we will starve.

And while we are starving,
you will take our land.

The tepees will be in flames
and the rifles will fire

and we will be no more.

This great land
we have wandered over,

we see no more.

Lost Eagle?
You have not spoken.

The words are hard.

There is only one word.

War.

No. There will be no war.

Don't listen to
this old woman.

Lost Eagle has never
given us a bad council.

I say,

if the Great White Father
sends a messenger like Mercy to us, we must go.

Do you trust the white man?

I trust Mercy.
And your brother Zendt.

And I know the only hope
for the Indian is peace.

Peace that gives
the white man freedom

to cross our lands
and build his forts

and gives us proof
the land is ours.

The white men never
keep their promises.

My own father never
kept his promises.

Mercy comes begging to us now.

But we will beg
later if we go.

They will use this meeting
to steal from us.

More land. More rights.

Mercy comes to us unafraid.

Zendt comes to us unafraid.

I say we should not be
afraid to go with them to this meeting.

Lost Eagle is a fool.

The real Arapaho want war,
like the real Cheyenne.

Lost Eagle speaks
for the Arapaho.

And I speak for the Cheyenne.

And I speak from two worlds.

The white world
will not keep its word.

They will lie to us
and we will be left with nothing.

You speak from pain, Jake.
It's not wrong.

Lost Eagle speaks
from great wisdom.

We will all go
to your meeting, Mercy.

And we will take
Jake Pasquinel with us

to help us make peace.

Jake,

it's the right thing to do.

No, Zendt.

It's the only thing
we can do.

The government allocated
$50,000 for this treaty, just for the Indians.

But instead of commissioning
the goods in St. Louis,

some clerk decided
to buy them in New York.

Cheaper.

And in New York
some other clerk

decided that getting the goods
to St. Louis on July 18th

would be just as good
as the first

and that he could save
a little more money by using a slower railroad.

So maybe they may not
get here till September. Where are they now?

Kansas City.

I was there six days
and they hadn't moved a foot.

I promised those people.
I know that, sir.

Do you know
what that promise means?

Do you have any idea
what breaking that promise will mean?

Believe me, Major...

Get a man down there now!

Get those wagons moving now!
Yes, sir.

I'm sorry, Levi.

I'm sorry I involved
you in this.

It's not your fault, Max.

But it was my word.
And your reputation.

Now when Jake
and Broken Thumb speak of war,

what do we tell them?

MARCEL: 2,000 Cheyenne,

perhaps 1,500 Arapaho,
2,000 Sioux.

That makes more than 10,000.

We haven't heard
from the Crow, the biggest tribe of all.

So we've got
10,000 Indians coming.

More.

How did this
miscalculation occur?

Mike?

White man, he always say,
"Chief do this," right?

"Chief do that."

But with us, chief is nobody.

He is my uncle.
He's my cousin.

He has some good ideas,
yes, but some bad.

So if Chief is going to talk
about something important to the whole tribe,

whole tribe come along.

Why didn't you
tell us that before?

You're married to one of them.

I'm just learning a lot
of things myself, Mr. Flagg,

like not to trust
our own leaders to keep their word.

FLAGG: Well, what'll we do?

A handful of men
against 10,000 Indians.

No gifts. No food.

You got a wife, Flagg?

Yes.

You might write her
a very tender letter.

The Great White Father
in Washington has directed me

to invite a chief from
each of the Indian nations

to visit with him at his home.

He asks that you ride
your horses down to the Missouri River,

where a boat
will be waiting for you.

From there, you will
travel to St. Louis,

one of our finest
western cities.

Afterwards, you will board
a train,

travel across our
great country to Washington,

where he will talk with you

and give you his own
solemn promise

that this peace is forever.

Tell Max I'm riding out
to look for those wagons.

...that the land you receive
now will be yours for as long as the water flows,

and as long as
the grass shall grow.

(NATIVES SINGING)

(DRUMS BEATING)

JACQUES: Okay, here we go.
Put your hands on your hips.

Look up. Look proud.

And now kick 'em up.

(SINGING SCOTTISH MUSIC)

Come out to the side here.
Out to the side here.

There you go.
Right there. That's it.

(LAUGHING)

You go dance with
your friends now, okay? Go.

Jake? Hello.

I'm Lisette.

Your sister.

You are as beautiful
as the picture Mercy showed me.

Thank you.

And you have his courage.

My husband's,

or our father's?

Mercy is accepted
because of you.

Pasquinel was welcome
because he came unafraid.

You are welcome
in the same way,

for the same reason.

Thank you.

(SINGING)

Can we talk?

Because Mercy wants it?

Because we have
the same father.

We have the same blood.

My white blood was drawn
from me when I got this.

I was nine.

Our father wanted to
take us to St. Louis

to meet your mother and you.

McKeag said no.
So we got to Fort Osage.

The white man cut me

because I dared
to sit at their table and eat their food.

Now they promise us
food and presents.

Have you seen either?

It's the same as before.

A peace that is broken
before it's begun.

Jake,

my husband is not like
the man that did this to you.

He's good. He's honest.

He's fighting for you,
not against you. Just be patient.

I do not blame Mercy,

but this is not a bargaining.

The white man takes
what he wants,

and gives us back
what is already ours.

If we protest,

he buys off the old chiefs
with baubles and trinkets,

like our father brought with
him when he first came, eh?

Mike doesn't think this.

LISETTE: He tells me
it's all going well.

JACQUES:
Mike plays the fool,

but at night,
when we talk, he knows.

We all know.

In the end,
they'll have everything.

We'll have nothing.

Hello.

This your son?

There is nothing more
for us to say.

(IN ARAPAHO)
See her back safely.

I am glad you came,

but when this is over
and the war begins,

you tell Mercy
to take you home.

This will not be a place
of welcome to you then.

Jake...

And now, for the land
to be given for the Arapaho and Cheyenne.

Commencing at the Red Butte,
where the road leaves

the north fork
of the Platte River,

thence up the north fork
of the Platte River to its source,

thence along the main range
of the Rocky Mountains

to the headwaters
of the Arkansas River,

thence up the Platte River,
to the place of beginning.

And in addition,

the government proposes
to pay the Indian community an annuity of $50,000...

Hungry, old friend?

You think this land
they promise

is any more real
than the food?

If a man like Mercy
breaks his word,

there is no meaning
in the world.

MERCY: Now let us begin
our final talk.

The food will come.

And let no man
leave this place

without having
spoken his mind.

(LISETTE AND CHILDREN
SINGING SUR LE PONT D'AVIGNON)

Very good! Now you teach me.

Yes, a song.

Whoa.

It's all right.

Oh, goodness.

Good Lord.

Wagons! Half a day
to the east! The wagons!

(ALL WHOOPING)

KETCHUM: You see,
the Great White Father

wants you all
to be part of his family.

See, you same like me.

Fact is, yours is better.

I am so proud of you.

No one else
could have done this

because no one else
would have cared enough.

You... The two of you
made the difference.

Well, I'll be heading home.

I just might be
a father by now.

Go to Washington,
little Brother,

and humble yourself before
the Great White Father.

We should all go.

No. I'll tell my braves
to go home in peace,

but to prepare for war.

Jake.

Come with me.

Mike? Your mother is Arapaho.

The Cheyenne are
our brothers now.

Don't take much
to make you happy, huh?

That's because you're
a sensible little beast, and I'm a jackass.

You stick to what you know
and you stick to the place you know.

What do you care
about gold, huh?

(SQUEAKING)

(GROANS)

And what if I strike
it rich anyhow, huh?

Answer me that.

The Czar himself
couldn't even buy a pair of shoes out here.

Blasted no-man's-land.
There ain't even a store.

And who's a blasted
miner anyhow?

Am I a miner?
I'm a farmer, by heaven.

You bored, huh?
I don't blame you.

I'm bored silly myself.

(FLUTE PLAYING OH, SUSANNA)

LARKIN: Howdy, citizen!

Where you headed?

Jefferson territory.

Us, too!

Care to join up?

This here's the Gold Miners'
Horseless Cavalry Brigade.

(CHUCKLES)

I don't mind some company.

Name's Larkin.
They call me Spade on account of this.

That two-bit scarecrow
is Stringer.

Howdy.

That river rat there is Keefe.

Howdy.

Brumbaugh. Hans Brumbaugh.

Deutscher.

I have family,
but I was born in Russia.

What was that like?

Good, till the Czarina died

then not so good
for foreigners.

Well, we come strolling down
from Missouri.

And if we don't get hit
by lighting or stomped to death by buffalo,

we aim to get wealthy.

(LAUGHING)

How you eating?

Oh, cut some timber
for some folk.

Helped some wagons
across the Big Blue.

You ever strike anything?

(SIGHING) If I had,

do you think I would be
beating my dogs off

with these two
miserable specimens?

But I know how to placer.

I know how to dig.

And I know them as got gold
as them as got there first.

And this time,
I aim to get there first.

Ain't nobody gonna
beat me out of it.

Yeah, Larkin here has
got a fix on where the next strike's gonna be.

Something about an old,
lost, Injun gold mine.

Tell him about it, Larkin.

In due time, Stringer.
In due time.

All right, let's hit the road!

Gold Miners' Horseless
Cavalry Brigade, forward!

Forward, march!

(PLAYING OH, SUSANNA)

Russia, huh?

Nothing but fool's gold.

(HORSES NEIGHING)

They sure look like
they've been eating good, don't they?

They sure do.

What do you think?

Let's go.

What was that?

I don't know.

Lookit, jerky!

And pemmican! Eat!

You gunned 'em down!

They was gonna kill us.

You liar!
No.

You liar!
This fella waved to me!

No!

Hey, what's the squabble?
It's just Injuns.

(LAUGHING)

Hey, you can't do that!
What...

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

Wait a minute. Hold on.
Hold on just a second now.

Come on, now.
We're partners, ain't we, huh?

Wait a minute!

Wait a minute! Wait...

(WOMEN WAILING)

How many?

Little Owl and Two Moons.

Then two whites must die.

(ALL WHOOPING)

BOY: Indians, Pa!

MAN: Get behind me!

(GUN FIRING)

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

WOMAN: No!

(CRYING)

TANNER: You understand
how the settlers feel, Major?

They're living in terror
from day to day.

I'm aware of that.

The difference being,
they have food to eat

and warm clothing
for their children.

Major, let me
make myself plain.

The people have approached me,

asked me to head up
a punitive expedition.

Against who?

The Indians.

What Indians?

It hardly matters,
does it, sir?

The idea is to set an example.

I see.

We have no idea
who committed the offense.

We just ride out
and shoot down any Indians we happen to meet. Is that it?

Is that what you would
advocate if they were white?

They're not white.

No, they're not white.

Let me give you
a piece of advice, Mr. Tanner.

You have the settlers
write Congress.

You tell them to demand
that the food and supplies

promised to the tribes
be sent at once,

and I will personally
guarantee their safety from then on.

All due respect, sir,
that is a very slow process.

I'm cognizant of that.

I've been trying
for nine years.

Well, sir, I just wanted to
report how things stand.

The people want action.

So do I, Mr. Tanner.

Let's not confuse that
with a license to commit murder.

Is that all?

No, sir.

There's talk of a new
commander in the area.

Perhaps he can
put things straight.

There's no trick to putting
things right, Mr. Tanner.

All we white men have to do
is keep our word.

Very well, sir. Good day.

Good day.

(DOOR CLOSING)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(HORSE SNUFFLING)

Mama, are we gonna
have the berries plain,

or you gonna make pie?

Well, I don't know,

'cause I think there's been
a little squirrel who's been eating them all,

and I don't know
if there's enough for pie.

Oh, yes, there is.

Help your grandmother
in the cellar, and I'll be right back.

All right.

What we're looking for
is a grubstake.

I mean, something just enough
to get us to Pike's Peak.

We figured, well, a man
with a store like yours,

you need all the help
you can get. Levi.

Oh, I'm sorry.

What is it, Lucinda?

Nothing, it can wait.

Well, there are some wagons

that can't make it to
this side of the river.

You willing to ferry
some goods over to 'em?

Hmm? Yeah, sure,
anything you say.

You can bunk
in the smokehouse right back there.

If it wouldn't be
too much trouble,

I wonder if we could
get some grub.

It has been a long day,
and that sure smells good in there.

We'll pay. I have money.

No, it isn't necessary.

Is that a Deutscher I hear?

It is.

(IN GERMAN) Well then,
a most heartfelt welcome.

(IN GERMAN) Thanks.
I've come a pretty long way.

LEVI: Where from?

BRUMBAUGH: Family's
from Hesse originally, then Russia.

(BOTH SPEAKING GERMAN)

Lucinda, get some
scrapple and souse.

We got a fella here
who'll appreciate it.

Lucinda?
That's my wife.

That's not the lady that
visited with Ms. Pasquinel a while back?

That was years ago.
How'd you know?

I can read.

I read it in the paper.
I mean, her being so popular and all.

Sure would like to meet me
an Indian princess someday.

Well, go ahead.

Go on.

Thank you.

Yes?

My name's Larkin,
Miss Lucinda.

Mr. Larkin.

Is it true that
you're the granddaughter of Chief Lame Beaver?

No.

It ain't?

My grandfather was
never a chief.

But he was your grandfather?

Yes, why?

Well, where'd you grow up?

Many places.
St. Louis, for one.

I mean, when your
grandfather was alive?

He was dead
long before I was born.

Well, where did
he live mostly?

Just about everywhere between
Canada and the Arkansas.

Why all this questioning?

Well... Well...

I can read.

And I've been carrying
this a long time.

Just...

(LARKIN CLEARING THROAT)

"Belle of our season

"is unquestionably
Miss Lucinda McKeag.

"Miss Lucinda is not only
unusually attractive

"with her dark flashing eyes,

"but is famed
throughout the West

"as the granddaughter
and heir of Chief Lame Beaver,

"the Arapaho hero
who discovered

"a goldmine in the Rockies
and..."

Well, the newspaper said
you was his granddaughter, and I thought that

maybe you might
know where it was.

Levi?

What is it, honey?

Here's another one who's heard
about Grandfather's gold mine.

Tell him the story,
and I'll get supper.

Come with me, Mr. Larkin.

OFFICER: And, salute!

Hold it!

(MEN DRILLING)

Major Mercy, I'm Laban Asher.

This is my aide,
Captain McIntosh.

Nice to meet you, General.

Captain. It's about time.

I wasn't sure
you'd remember me, Major.

Well, of course. One
of Lisette's favorite young men. Of course, I remember.

Won't you gentlemen
sit down, please?

Can I get you
something, General?

A little brandy
to cut the dust?

Thank you.

John?
Thank you, sir.

How is Mrs. Pasquinel?

She passed on.

Oh, I'm sorry.

She had a full life.

Strong.
Thank you.

Lisette is here.
You'll join us for dinner?

Yes, I'd like that.
And you, too, of course, General.

Thank you, Major.

But before you
become too cordial,

I should warn you.
I'm a blunt man.

This command is a far cry
from the one I wanted.

I know you were
wounded in Mexico,

and what with the civil war
in the wind,

no able-bodied career man
in his right mind

would want to get stuck in
this godforsaken country

wet-nursing
a bunch of savages.

It isn't the wound
that kept me here, sir,

nor, I hope, an unsound mind.

Perhaps after you've
been here for a while...

Point is, Major,

I go where I'm posted
and I do what needs to be done.

Now, the people around here
are scared out of their wits,

and that can only occur
when there's a vacuum in leadership.

And it seems Ketchum
never took any action when it was needed.

I take it you've spoken
with Lieutenant Tanner.

Yes. He's something
of a hotspur,

but then again,
maybe he's right. What do you think?

Well, I'll be blunt,
too, General.

I think you should
send Lieutenant Tanner back east tonight.

They want fighting men there.

Let him go and fight
where it might be the right thing to do.

Might be?

The point is, General,

I've spent a considerable
amount of my life in this "godforsaken country,"

not because
I was stuck here,

but because I thought
I could help here.

In my opinion,
men like Lieutenant Tanner are of no help at all.

I know about your relationship
to the Pasquinels.

Fact is, sir,
we're dealing with a betrayed and starved people,

ravaged with diseases
we brought to them.

They're frightened, angry,
and damn near out of hope.

Well, why aren't they
farming their lands?

Well, they've been
hunters for centuries.

You can't expect them
to become farmers overnight.

My ancestors were hunters
once, too. So were yours.

The fact is,
they have to start somewhere.

Right, right.

How about with
title to their land,

which they've never
been given,

or the means to do the work
we're asking them to do?

Means? We've been
sending them farm tools.

I have an invoice here.
Where is that invoice?

Sir, those tools
are supposed to be free.

By the time they clear
the hands of the agent,

they cost more than
any Indian can afford.

Here it is, right here.

We sent out a shipment
of 150 plows, July 16th.

Anyway, that's all
water under the bridge.

Secure title to the land,
you say. All right.

I've got the instrument that
does exactly that right here.

Brand new treaty.
Covers everything.

I want you to look it over,
and then tomorrow,

you and I will
ride down and speak to the Indian leaders.

Thank you for
the dinner invitation,

but I'd like to shave now
and then I have some letters to write.

Damn it, General!

These are human beings
we're dealing with.

We have not even
honored the treaty they already signed.

We have been ordered
to deal with the situation

as it stands, Major.

I'll have this thing
cleared up in two weeks.

Then, perhaps,
I can get back to where history is being made.

I'll see you
at the hotel later, Captain.

Yes, sir.

(DOOR CLOSES)

He really is a good man, Max.

So are they all.

All honorable men.

(PLAYING PIANO)

Hello, darling.

Max, what is it?

I want you to pack.

Pack?

We're going back to St. Louis.

Max, what's happened?

Washington has decided
the treaty isn't worth the paper we wrote it on.

Oh, no.

They've cut back payments
to 10 years.

They've refused
all water rights.

And they want me to relocate.

Cut the Indians off from
their grazing land entirely.

Max, you have to stay.

Stay for what?
Watch the slaughter?

You wanted to help
these people.

They need you
more now than ever.

Lisette, I am the last person
in the world they want to see. I gave them my word.

Max, they know you.
They'll know you didn't do this.

No, it's impossible.

Max, I know you, too.

I know you better
than anyone.

You can't leave.
You'd be miserable.

I don't know.

I don't know
anything anymore.

You're not like the others
that come through, Hans.

What made you want
to be a prospector?

A farm I bought in Illinois.

You didn't take to farming?

Born to it.

Well, then?

Didn't happen to take
to the man who sold it to me.

Why's that?

He didn't happen to own it.

You got a real nice
place here, Zendt.

You ought to be very proud.

Well, you know the saying,

"Man plans and God laughs."

I headed for Oregon

and wound up with
a trading post smack in the middle of nowhere.

Well, I got a feeling
it won't be in the middle of nowhere for long, huh?

Lucinda, I'd like you
to meet General Asher.

Mrs. Zendt.
How do you do?

And Captain McIntosh,
I believe you know.

Is Levi around?

He's in back.

Max, come on.

Hello.
Hello.

What's your name, young man?

Martin.

He's got your eyes.

You look well.

I am.

I think of you.

I think of you, too.

I guess your feet
don't hurt anymore.

No, they don't.

Are you a friend
of my mother?

Yes, Martin. I certainly am.

Honey, I'm going with Max
to Jake's camp.

I'll be back
first thing in the morning.

You need anything lugged,
you ask that Hans. He's a good man.

Levi, this is John McIntosh.

How do you do?

Martin, you take care
of your mother.

I will.

Good luck.

Goodbye, John.

Bye, Captain.

Bye, son.

13 years I've been trailing
that little lady. 13 years.

And I finally found her.

Who says 13's unlucky, hmm?

All that talk about
a lost gold mine,

how do you know
it isn't a story?

And if it isn't,
what makes you think you'll find it

when nobody has
all these years?

'Cause everybody else
searched in the wrong places.

Me, too.

Rivers, streams.

I got an idea
it's in the mountains.

And I got an idea
that little lady knows.

And I got time.

(ROOSTER CROWING)

Brumbaugh?

Brumbaugh?

LUCINDA: I'm sorry
to see you go, Mr. Brumbaugh.

We've only known each other
a few days and I already feel like you're our friend.

Well, that's very nice
of you, Miss Zendt.

I guess I feel the same way.

Would you tell Mr. Zendt
thanks for everything?

Yes. Good luck.

Thank you.

Brumbaugh!

You leaving?
That's right.

Why now?

To start doing
what I came out here to do.

She told you, didn't she?
What?

She told you!

You got up this morning
and you went and got it out of her!

She told you
where the gold was! She told me nothing.

You aim to cheat me out of it,
and it's mine, I tell ya!

You're crazy, Larkin.
You know that?

You're crazy as a loon.

Uh-huh. Well, we'll see
about that.

It's mine, I tell you! Mine!

Morning, Mr. Larkin.

Your granddaddy,
Lame Beaver,

he used to live up
in the mountains, didn't he?

Mr. Larkin...

Didn't he?

Yes, but everybody did.

Not really the mountains,
but the foothills.

Well, what was
the name of the place?

I don't know
that it had a name.

He used to call it
Blue Valley because of the blue spruce up there.

Well, where was that exactly?

Somewhere up the Platte,
past the fork to the right, I think.

Excuse me,
but I've got work to do.

That ain't good enough!
I tell you, it ain't good enough!

Tell me where it is exactly!
Let go of me!

Now, you told that Deutscher.
You tell me!

Tell me!
Stop it!

(YELLS)

Get out of here.

And don't ever set foot
on this land again.

I'm just gonna get my hat.

You all right?

Thanks to you.
You're as brave as your father.

They want to change
the treaty.

They want you to give up
all your lands along the Platte, the Arkansas.

He's going at it all wrong.

They want you to take land

around Rattlesnake Cliffs.

Rattlesnake Cliffs?

That is a place of death.

I guess I know that
better than anyone.

Is this a message
from Major Mercy?

You traitor.

You old fool who believes
everything he hears.

You see what your weakness
has led us to, eh?

You want it all.
That's it, isn't it?

You want it all!

Now, just a minute.
Let me try to clarify some of this.

(EXCLAIMS DISGUSTEDLY)

Sit down, please.

You see, gentlemen,
many white men want to make their homes out here.

And it's only reasonable
that the Great White Father should ask the Cheyenne

and the Arapaho to share
the prairie with them.

Now, the meeting
at Fort Laramie.

I'm afraid we went a little
overboard in handing out land.

There were some of us there
who didn't realize how much would be needed.

But the White Father
recognizes his responsibility

to his red brothers,

and in this new treaty

there are many
wonderful gifts.

Money, 40 acres
of land per family,

timber, water,
farm implements...

MARCEL: Excuse me.
Excuse me.

You say 40 acres, eh?

How much is that?

Now, that's a very
good question.

If you'll step outside,
I'll try to show you.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Now, roughly,
from that clump of trees

to the top of the ridge
where the horses are,

from there to
this side of the draw, and back to here.

40 acres
at Rattlesnake Cliffs.

That won't be enough
to feed one buffalo calf!

That's just the point, Chief.

You don't have to
worry about buffalo.

You'll be farming.

Many an American farmer has
built a good life on 40 acres.

And where will
we find our water?

Wherever there is
timber and a stream,

you will receive
your fair share.

General,

have you every been
to Rattlesnake Cliffs?

No, not yet.

There are no trees there,
or streams.

An honest farmer
uses what he has.

MARCEL: General,

our lands,

they must touch river, eh?

No, the White Father does not
wish for your lands to reach down to the river

because the white men prefer
to travel along the river,

and it might cause
some trouble.

Where do we get our water?

Well, we'll find it.
We just have to work together.

Now, the sooner we get
this treaty signed, the better for all of us.

What do you say, Chief?

I hear that
you are a realistic and far-seeing man.

I have given my life to peace.

I do not wish
to end it in war.

In war, you will destroy us.

And if you destroy us,

it will be to your people
like a terrible wound that will not heal.

I will ask that
the treaty be signed.

Good. Thank you, Chief.

The White Father wishes
for you to have this.

You see, his picture is on it.

And this one, too.

Now...

What about you?
Will you follow your friend's lead?

Come on, what do you say?
Speak to me.

JACQUES: General,

you are a big war chief, eh?

Broken Thumb,
he's a big war chief, too.

We know that the white men,

they live in a house
that is divided.

And that soon you have a big
war back in the east.

So maybe some of your troops
be taken away from you, eh?

So maybe any army
you have here be small one.

If you force this treaty
on us, then you'll hear Broken Thumb speak.

You'll hear all
the Cheyenne speak

and the Sioux
and the Shoshone and the Kiowa.

All the nations of the plains.

We will not die in silence.

Don't be foolish!

Think of the future!

Your children!

Chief, tell them
what they're starting.

Mercy, get them back here!

Zendt!

General,

I'm afraid
the talking is over.

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