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In the years between 1820 and 1880,

Indian tribes repeatedly betrayed by government treaties

gave birth to small renegade bands

bitterly angry at the white man's encroachment

into the lands they considered their birthright.

These small bands of Indians began a series

of savage raids on isolated white settlements and ranches.

By 1870, these raids had grown in magnitude and terror,

as men, women, and children were abducted

in ever-increasing numbers.

The men who bought these captives and later traded them

into slavery in Mexico

were a gypsy-like and notorious breed of outcasts

known as Comancheros,

a word synonymous with violence and terror.

There was one particular place,

a rocky fortress buried deep in the Western wasteland

that became a white slave market.

It was a place where families were split apart,

children were torn from mothers,

and wives from husbands,

and those who witnessed these tragedies

call this place the Valley of Tears.

This is more like it.

Give 'em the chalice, Hoxie.

Mister?

Lawman?

The name's Dillon from Dodge City.

I'm McCloud, Josiah McCloud.

Rachel's my daughter-in-law,

and the girl, Marcy's my granddaughter.

She's only seven years old.

Rachel's brother Dan, they took him too.

Was one of 'em wearing a blue cavalry jacket?

No!

Don't, don't!

Mom!

Mom.

Little girl.

What's your name?

Hoxie, give the animals a rest.

What about those prisoners?

That wagon's gotta be hotter than Hades.

I've never known you to show such sweet concern before.

Well, you want 'em fat and sassy for Chihuahua, don't you?

Now you speak of 'em as though they was cattle.

Ain't they?

Where are you taking us?

- Mexico. - Why?

You mean you don't know?

No.

Why?

Well, ask any one of those women.

No, you tell me.

Business, female business.

Fitz calls 'em fancies,

except the ones he's talking about get paid for it.

Are there any more?

Nope.

That's all of 'em.

Mrs. McCloud, I got your child.

She's alive.

My child?

I got no kids, and I'm not Mrs. McCloud.

She's dead.

Now I'm being taken off to be sold to the highest bidder,

no better than an animal.

I'll never be able to live through it.

I can't, I can't.

It won't come to that.

There's bound to be some help coming.

Help me.

Please.

Marcy, look what I got for you.

Come on, take him.

Comanches?

Comanches.

Blue Jacket.

What is it?

He asked us what we were doing out here

and I told him.

He said his people hated Blue Jacket too.

He gives their tribe a bad name.

They're glad he's dead.

He wants to know if we want to

share their food with them.

Say yes, I'm starved.

No, please, let me go, no!

Get in there, move it along, ladies.

Get in there now.

Keep moving, move towards the back there.

What happened?

Oh, the young lad won't be coming back.

What a waste, but your little darling's here

all in one piece.

Fitz, let her go.

- Let her go? - Come on, a girl like that,

what she's facing, she's just gonna kill herself.

When we deliver her to Chihuahua

hale and hardy and I get the money in me pocket,

what she does to herself is no concern of mine,

but I want you to stay away from her.

- Why? - Because she's innocent.

She's untouched and I don't want her spoiled.

Come on, let her go.

I'll make up the loss from my cut.

Well, that's no way to turn a profit.

Look, Britt, if you don't stop giving over

to these doleful sentiments about a tearful lass

we're all gonna wind up dancing on the end of a rope.

You know, you've gone all soft on me lately.

Yes, you have, it's my fault.

I've been too easy on you.

My father, God bless him, had a firm hand.

Yeah, I reckon that accounts for your turning out so good.

I reckon it accounts for me learning

to take care of me-self,

and not worrying about others,

until you lad.

If you want the truth about us,

I think we're both too far gone

to start any soul searching.

And like they say, the devil or the hangman.

It's a line of work.

All right, let's saddle up.

Stella?

- Yes. - Do you have any kids?

Nope, I'm not married.

Do you have any folks?

Nope.

Do you have anybody?

I got my good looks, that's about it.

You take care of him.

Stella, you ever afraid of being alone?

No.

Where are they going?

They're carrying message to Fort McKenna for me.

What for?

Well, the Chief said he spotted the Comancheros.

They got about ten white women with them.

Now all I can do is hope to get that Emery girl

outta there by myself.

The army, I just have to hope they catch up with them

before they get to the Mexican border.

How's she doing?

Handles herself pretty good.

Some of us could take lessons.

Her father's been dead two years, her mother told me.

Last couple of days she's lost her.

All she's got left is that grandfather.

Thank God he's alive.

Well, she's starting to think of me in terms of family.

No thanks.

Did she say that?

No, but she rimmed it real well.

Well, right now she feels alone and afraid.

I'm not the kind of woman to...

Marshal, I'm no dove.

Stella, it's not gonna hurt you to go along with her

until we're out of this thing.

Right now she needs both of us.

It's like you said, last couple of days,

she's lost a lot.

Britt, join me.

No, thanks.

Britt's getting himself in deep water over that woman.

We're gonna have a talk on it.

He's changing, Tim.

I've seen it coming on.

You mind your own business.

You gotta eat.

Why?

Well, 'cause.

Because if I shrivel up on you, I won't be worth as much.

What happened yesterday, I'm sorry.

He was trying to help me.

I'd like to help you, but I can't.

Why?

Well, the law.

You know too much.

How did you end up with these men?

My folks were killed, same as yours,

only by Apaches.

They took my sister and me to that same place

I first saw you, Valley of Tears.

Good name for it.

I was just a kid, my sister was 18.

Apaches traded us to some white men.

Like Fitzpatrick.

Yeah, like Fitzpatrick.

But that was ten years ago.

You never looked for your sister?

I don't know, she probably ended up in the same...

Same place you're taking me.

You never looked for her?

I used to think about looking for her, but...

I don't want to now.

I know what I'd find.

Later Fitz picked me up for a jug of whiskey,

just somebody to tote and fetch,

but it took on to be more than that.

He had no family and neither did I.

He gave me a life.

A life?

What kind of life is this?

He gave me all he had to give.

By the time I was 16, I seen it all.

Burning, killing and scalping,

folks traded like animals.

I got used to it, like I did corn whiskey.

Seeing you, first time in a long time

I thought about any of it.

You'd seen others before me.

Yeah, but this time it hit me different.

Brought back my sister.

Maybe you remind me of her, I don't know.

You know, I tried to buy you from Fitz.

For yourself?

Maybe.

But I was fixing to set you free.

What now?

Here.

You often invite one of the girls out for a late drink?

From time to time.

It's what they call the loneliness of command.

- Why me? - Why not?

You don't look as though you're afraid.

And I'm too weary tonight to fight with one that is.

Am I talking in good taste, darling?

Mr. Fitzpatrick,

you done said more to me in two minutes

than my poor deceased husband did in five years.

Britt.

Wait here, darling, don't go away.

I'll be right back.

Well, Britt, I thought maybe we'd lost you.

Took a ride, had some thinking to do.

Thinkin' about what?

My sister, and that girl.

Britt, don't go stirring up the past, lad.

Your sister today is probably married to a rich man

with a fat belly.

You know better than that where she ended up,

where they all end up.

Only way out is to die.

Oh, Britt, you're so nervous these days, lad.

Why don't you come over and join us and have a drink.

No thanks.

That boy, he's important to you.

Aye.

You're quite a man, Mr. Fitzpatrick.

Well, considering my beginnings,

and where I come from.

Ireland.

Surely.

You know, my father...

he died when I was just a wee lad.

Famine.

Potato plague.

God curse it in hell.

I was one of six sons.

They're all dead now, but me.

The day I sailed for America,

I buried my oldest brother, Michael,

right in the earth,

God's own earth.

It was supposed to give us life.

I sailed.

Sailed on a fever ship.

Most died of typhus, coffin ships they called them,

and they were indeed.

But I survived, lassie.

And since then I've tracked me way through life

on me own muscle and me own wits.

Stella?

Aren't you supposed to be asleep?

Do you like the marshal?

He's a man, isn't he?

Sure I do, why?

I could tell.

Marcy, what are you brewing up?

Well, ladies, we're gonna be leaving early in the morning.

Mr. Dillon, where do you live?

I live a long way from here, Marcy.

Dodge City, Kansas.

I've heard Grandpa talk about Dodge City.

Bet you miss your grandpa, don't you?

Yeah, I sure do, I miss him a lot.

You know, every once in a while,

me and Grandpa used to go down into town

and get some supplies,

and after we finished loading the wagon,

Grandpa would let me get some licorice

while he went to the saloon.

Grandpa likes ladies in fancy dresses and wearing rouge.

You know, Grandpa says a woman can go farther in rouge

than a man with a horse, a rifle, and a side of bacon.

What does it mean?

I'd say that means your grandpa is a pretty smart man.

Do you think we'll ever get back home?

Sure we will.

Better get some sleep now.

When's the last time you slept?

You look awful.

Thanks.

You'll never catch up to them with us along.

Well, we're not exactly eating up distance

like a prairie fire.

Face it, we're weights around your neck.

Leave us here, go on by yourself.

We'll be all right.

I can't do that.

You've got no choice.

Getting that girl away from a pack of cutthroats

is tough enough.

Toting along me and a kid, it's impossible.

You've gotta leave us behind

or forget that girl.

That badge is getting too damn heavy.

Well, I've been wondering where you were.

Fitz, after we finish up in Chihuahua,

I'm heading out on my own.

Oh, laddie, laddie, laddie,

you're letting this lass turn you around.

No, it's not just her.

She just made me realize something.

I've lost my taste for this line of work.

You know, Britt, I've always thought of you as me own son.

Yeah, I know that.

I just can't take another one of these trips.

Come on, Fitz, let's make this the last one.

Ride with me.

Ride with you? Where?

Well, what about that place you always told me about?

You know, where the water's blue and clear,

and warmer than a mother's smile,

and those pretty little brown girls

who wear nothing but...

Well, they don't wear much.

Laddie, there's no such place.

That was just an Irishman's blissful dream.

Yeah, but we can find it.

What do we use for money?

Well, we'll have enough when we sell these girls.

For two months maybe, then what?

Rob a bank, make up to an aging widow, what?

You can't quit, can you?

You don't want to.

Britt, it was the hand that was dealt me.

You too.

Maybe, but I'm cashing in.

If you don't have anybody, do you have a home?

Home?

Home is where you have to be.

San Antone's where I'm headed.

Do you know anybody there?

Nope.

Well, how can it be home if there's nobody there

to care for you?

Where'd did you get all this sagebrush savvy?

Your grandpa?

Every day we'd sit out on the porch

and watch the sun go down, and Grandpa'd talk.

He sure did.

I wish you and Mr. Dillon could come

live with me and Grandpa.

What?

You'd like it, I know you would.

Well, Mr. Dillon has his own life to go back to.

So do I.

All right girls, rest time, let's go.

Come on, come on.

Is something wrong?

Can I talk to you?

Sure.

Britt, help me.

I'll do anything.

Britt, get me away from here.

If you want me.

No, don't go.

Don't go.

I like you.

I like you a lot.

Britt, help me.

You know something?

You're pretty, almost as pretty as my mama.

No, honey.

Your mother was lovely.

Goodnight.

Any sign of them?

No, but I think we'll catch up to them sometime tomorrow.

She asleep?

That's some kid.

How's that?

She said I was pretty.

You're not the only pushover around here.

Why don't you ever say things like that?

Well, you are pretty, Stella.

Don't tell me nobody ever told you that before.

Maybe, but always for the wrong reasons.

It's nice to know you fill a man's eye,

especially if it's a certain man.

Thanks.

Feels silly still calling you Marshal.

I know it's Dillon, but what goes in front of it?

Matt.

Matt.

Matt Dillon.

Fits.

Mom?

Mama!

- Mama! - It's all right, Marcy.

It's all right.

We're here, nothing to be afraid of.

- They killed my mama. - Oh, hush, hush.

Don't think about it.

Stella, will you be my mommy?

Just 'til we get back home, please.

Oh, please, Stella.

We'll see.

We'll see, now you rest.

Marcy, Marcy, wake up.

We have to get going.

Where's Stella?

I don't know, she's gone.

Maybe she got lost.

Whoa, whoa.

Come on.

Now, Marcy, stay here.

Stella!

Why'd you come after me?

Why'd you run off?

Marcy.

I can't replace what she's lost.

- All she wants... - I know what she wants.

Can't you see what's happening?

She's starting to paint and dream,

and with me taking her mother's place.

I can't handle that.

If I let it start, how am I going to stop it?

That's what she needs right now.

I don't care what she needs.

I don't want any part of it, hear me?

She's asking for something I haven't got to give.

If you didn't have it to give,

you wouldn't have run off like this.

Don't you understand?

After this, I go back to what I am.

And what if you find out it's not what you'd like to be?

All I want to be is accepted.

Well, I think she's done that for you.

Oh, leave me alone, will you?

Where do you think you're going?

San Antone.

You're headed in the wrong direction.

North, isn't it?

Which way is that?

- That way. - That's south.

Well, then, that way.

Stella, I can't go after that girl

and leave Marcy alone out here.

What you gonna do?

I'm gonna do what you suggested the other night.

I'm gonna leave her here with you.

I've got no choice.

You don't either.

Oh, Britt, tell the lads we'll be breaking camp

in ten minutes.

Fitz, let her go.

Let her go, out here?

There's a trading post two days east.

I'll take her there and catch up to you.

You might just keep going, lad.

- No, I... - Break camp.

I wager if we push it, we can make the Rio Grande by dusk.

Break camp.

Hoxie, break camp.

Load 'em up, we're moving out.

Now, Marcy, I'm gonna leave you here

with Stella for a while.

And I want you to take care of the water.

Now, don't drink any more than you have to

'cause I want it to last 'til I get back.

It's your responsibility.

Yes, sir.

All right.

All right, in case I don't get back...

Don't talk like that.

You will.

I know, but in case I don't.

Now, I want you to head straight that way, that's east.

Before the sun gets up too high in the morning,

pick a landmark over there and head toward it.

Then when you get there, stay overnight.

Then get up the next morning

and do the same thing over again, do you understand?

Yep.

That way you should get to the fort

in two or three days.

Take care of her.

I will.

You take care of yourself.

Marcy?

Won't you talk to me?

You can't carry a grudge forever.

Why'd you run?

I guess 'cause I realized somebody needed me.

You know, and I've grown thick skin.

What does that mean?

It means I've been fooling myself.

When we get back home,

you can stay with me and Grandpa?

Just for a little while?

Just to see how you like it?

Oh, I don't think so, Marcy.

It's San Antone.

Grandpa's been there.

So have I.

But it's been a spell.

What's in San Antone?

Something that was in Abilene and all the other places.

Stella?

Yeah?

Get in.

I'm taking this girl.

Does Fitzpatrick know this?

- Ask him. - I will.

Now we gotta chance it on foot.

It's not too far to the border.

All right, come on.

Ha, where do you two think you're going?

I should have seen this coming.

When a man gets scruples, he gets unreliable.

Now both of you, turn around and go back

where you come from.

Fitz, let us go.

No, lad, no.

Back.

We're coming through.

Oh, laddie.

Laddie...

I knew you had a feeling for the girl, but...

to go up against me, son?

Fitz, move aside.

I can't do that, lad.

You know that.

If I let you get away with this,

how do I stop the others from trying the same thing?

Give me the gun.

Well...

I can see there's...

no talking you out of it.

Oh, laddie.

I never thought it'd come to you shooting me.

I surely never did.

Oh, I didn't want it to get to this, Fitz.

It looks like I made something outta you after all.

Better than me-self.

There's good in you, lad.

You keep looking for it.

They'll be coming now.

You get out of here.

I can't leave you like that.

Go now.

Fitz.

There's something I never ever told you, Fitz.

What you've been to me.

Laddie, laddie listen, listen to me.

You remember that place I told you about?

That I said wasn't there?

Well, it is.

If you keep looking for it,

for the water, blue water.

Warm, warm as

a mother's...

Let's go, they'll be coming.

Don't you understand?

He's dead.

I killed him.

Don't you understand?

I killed him.

It came from over there.

Run.

Go.

What's the matter with you?

Shouldn't we keep going?

What's wrong?

I just hope you're worth it.

Well, if it's money you're worried about...

Money?

Don't you know who I just killed?

It's the marshal.

- What? - Marshal Dillon

- from Dodge City. - No.

Let me go.

He's the law, if he knows I'm here, I'm dead.

Well, then go on and run for it.

I won't tell him.

Oh my God, what did I do?

I won't say anything, I promise.

I'm beginning to think your promises

ain't worth a damn, lady.

Now don't make a sound.

Did you think I'd let you touch me?

You filth.

Marshal!

Marshal!

Oh, oh, Marshal, oh, thank God.

Cynthia, are you all right?

Yes, it was so horrible.

I was so scared.

I escaped, and I run and run.

You alone?

Yes.

Is she dead?

Yeah, who are you?

A damn fool.

Grandpa!

- Grandpa. - Oh, Marcy.

Oh, Grandpa.

Grandpa, I'm home.

I'm so glad to see you.

I'm so glad to be home.

Are you all right, honey?

Well, what are we waiting for?

Is it San Antone?

Remember?

I got a job waiting for me there.

Stella, Stella!

Stella, Stella, come back, Stella, please.

Stella!

Oh, hell, I've been to San Antone.