All language subtitles for The Sarah Drummond Story

Don't go, Jeb.

Jeb!

Jeb, you ready?

They're waiting for me.

Well, let 'em wait.

Don't go.

I don't like leaving you.
You know that, Sarah.

But those Indians have got
to be kept in their place.

A show of force is the only
thing that'll do that.

Those are Walt Archer's
words, not yours.

Why do you listen to him
and his prejudice?

Because he's right.

Jeb!

Comin', Walt!

I'll be back before morning.

Folks sure do a lot
of letter-writing, Major.

It wouldn't hurt you none to scribble
a line or two yourself once in a while,

'cept I don't know anybody
would want to hear from you.

I always pay
my respects in person.

Well, don't waste any time paying your
respects to any of those Evansville women.

You just get that mail in there
and get yourself back here,

you understand?

Think you can get
along without me?

Well, we'll try real hard.

Okay. Take care, Wooster.

Hey, don't forget my gumdrops!

Wagons, ho!

Hello?

Hello.

That's far enough.

It's pretty wet out. I'm just
looking for some shelter.

Who are you? Flint McCullough.
I ride scout for a wagon train.

What wagon train?

The one I'd have caught up
with in a couple of hours

if this storm hadn't broken.

I took our mail to Evansville.
I was on my way back.

We don't want
any strangers around here.

It's kind of wet out,

but a man's got no call to
stay where he's not wanted.

Hold it a minute.

Can you prove who you are?

Yeah.

My discharge papers.

Confederate cavalry, huh?

Yeah. Been scouting for
wagon trains ever since.

Sorry to be so rough
on you, McCullough.

We're being real careful around here
since we had some trouble a while back.

I understand.

My name's Jeb Drummond.

Glad to know you, Mr. Drummond.

I don't mean to put you out any.

I'm just looking for a place to
spend the night out of the rain.

The barn here will do fine.

Well, you can put your
horse in the end stall.

All right. Come on.

Oh, Mr. Drummond, if it
wouldn't put you out any,

I'd be willing to pay you
for a bite to eat.

I don't know about that.

My wife hasn't been
feeling very good,

and she's kind of skittish
about strangers.

Well, I've got some
hardtack in my saddlebags.

I can make that do.

How far you ride?
Day and a half.

I'll go on in and see if she's
got any supper leftovers fit to eat.

You go ahead and unsaddle your
horse before you come in the house.

That'll give me a chance
to let her know it's all right.

Thanks. I'd appreciate it.

That you, Jeb?

Yeah, Sarah, it's me.

Dump this out for me, will you?

I've told you not to lift
anything heavy. I'll do it.

You've got your own work to do.

Got any of that fatback
and grits left over?

Yeah, some. Why? Still hungry?

No, not me.
Stranger out in the barn.

Scout with a wagon train.
Seems like a nice fella.

No need for him to come
in the house to eat.

I could take it out to the barn
if you'd feel better about it.

No, that's all right. Maybe he's
come all the way from back East.

Might be kind of nice to
talk to somebody like that.

Oh, Jeb, do you always have to
look at the front of me that way?

I'm sorry, Sarah.

Maybe I get tired of
looking at your back.

Thank you.

Mr. McCullough,
this is my wife Sarah.

Mr. McCullough. How do
you do, Mrs. Drummond?

Now, I don't mean
to put you to any bother.

My goodness, no, it's no
bother. We like company.

My husband tells me you're
a scout with a wagon train.

That's right.

What part of back east
do you come from?

All the way from St. Joe. St. Joe?
Well, what do you know about that?

I'm from Springfield, myself.

Born and raised
right there in Missouri.

You never know, do you?

I haven't seen anybody
from back east for...

well, not since Jeb and I
moved out here, five years ago.

You gonna stand there and let
this man starve to death?

No, I have no business jabbering
on like this when you're hungry.

Now, you just sit
right down here,

and I'll have it ready
for you in just a minute.

Thank you, ma'am.

Drink, McCullough?

Uh, no thanks, not just now.

Not a drinkin' man?

Oh, no, I didn't say that.

Nothing wrong
with a little drink.

Helps a man see things
different... for a while.

Sometimes that ain't a bad
idea out here in this country.

Here, I hope it's
to your liking.

Looks mighty good
to me. Thank you.

Say, there wouldn't be
any folks on that wagon train

from Springfield, would they?

Well, I'm not sure, but
I wouldn't be surprised.

We've got people that
come from all over the East,

and some we've picked up
along the trail.

What kind of people are they?

I know that sounds like
kind of a funny question,

but I think it's always interesting
what makes people come out west.

Well... we've got
all kinds of people,

the way you'd find in any town...

Some you'd like to make
friends with, some you wouldn't.

But they've got one thing
in common, the same goal...

They want to build
a new life on the frontier.

Mrs. Drummond, I bet
we've got everything

from, well, businessmen
to horse thieves,

but mainly they're good people,

looking for a piece of ground
they can call their own,

willing to make this
one last big move

so they can settle down once
and for all and build a new life,

build a home, have kids,
build a good life.

Like you two people.
They're no different.

Oh, they're different
from us, all right.

Maybe they won't be after
they've lived here for a while.

Maybe then they'll wish
they hadn't even come at all.

Jeb.

Maybe they never heard

how it is to live with
Indians all around you.

Maybe somebody
ought to tell 'em.

Maybe then they'd turn around and
go right back where they came from.

You been having
trouble with Indians?

Hmm?

Well, the Indians here
are mostly peaceful,

'cept for one small
tribe of Sioux.

They're always being stirred up

by people who just seem
to have a natural hate for 'em,

like Walt Archer.

Walt ain't the only one
that hates 'em.

Who's Walt Archer?

He's a friend of Jeb's.

He's always getting everybody
riled up about the Indians.

Otherwise, we wouldn't have
any trouble with them.

Not any, Sarah?

Mrs. Drummond, I can't tell you
how good home cooking tastes

to a man who spends
two-thirds of his life on a horse.

I'm proud you liked it.
You didn't eat much, though.

I guess I wasn't quite as
hungry as I thought I was.

I've got something
in my saddlebags

that I think a lady from
the East would like to have.

Ohh.

Oh, now, you don't
have to do that.

'Sides, it's still raining out.

You stay right there.
I won't be a minute.

Sarah, I'm sorry
for what I said.

I don't mean to hurt you.

But the words just slip
out, and I can't stop 'em.

I know.

Maybe if you wouldn't
drink so much.

Trouble is,
I can't drink enough.

Look, Jeb, every man's
got bitterness in him.

Drinking doesn't help
to hide that bitterness,

it just brings it out in the
open where he can't control it.

Jeb...

please try to remember.

The baby, no matter what else,

it is my baby.

Yes. But if it isn't mine,

all the wishing in the world
won't make it mine.

Here we are.

Oh! Gumdrops!

Oh, my, I haven't had any
gumdrops since I don't know when.

Mr. Drummond?

We haven't been into
Evansville in so long.

There's an interesting
story about gumdrops...

I mean why they're
either red or black.

It seems they were
invented by a famous sultan.

I can't remember his name,
but anyway,

he had 'em made up so he
could play checkers with 'em.

Whenever he won one
from his opponent,

he'd toss it into the air
and the girls from his harem

would try to catch it
in their mouths.

Whoever got the most
became his favorite,

and she got to sit by his
side the rest of the day.

Oh...!

Is that really true?

Probably not, but that's
the way the Major tells it.

Ohh!

Well, if you'll excuse me, I think
maybe I'd better get some sleep.

Good night,
Mr. Drummond. Good night.

Good night, Mr. McCullough.
Hope you have a good rest.

Thanks very much
for the gumdrops.

My pleasure, ma'am.

Good night. Good night.

I wish he hadn't come.

I know he didn't mean anything,

but just talking
to an outsider's

got everything all
mixed up in my mind.

No, I'm glad he came.

I need someone else to talk to
once in a while besides Walt Archer,

and so do you.

We don't have any
good times anymore.

Well, I can't let people
see you like you are.

Oh, Jeb. Nothing wrong
with a woman having a baby.

They don't know any different.

I know, and that's enough.

Jeb, you've got to stop
tormenting yourself.

The baby's gonna be here soon,

and we've got to be ready to accept
it and love it and give it a good home.

I can't ever accept it, Sarah.

Jeb! I mean it!

Sarah, look at it this way...

This fellow McCullough
coming here with this wagon train

ought to make you realize that more
folks are moving west all the time.

Before long, this valley
will be full of people.

It'll grow and it'll prosper,
and there'll be new towns...

Just what we always
looked forward to.

But it won't do us any good now.

We'll still be
sitting here, alone,

nobody having nothing
to do with the Drummonds

because they're
raising a half-breed.

Oh, no, Jeb,
it won't be like that.

They won't do that to us.

No?

What about your best friend,
Ethel Archer?

She won't have anything
to do with you.

Walt won't let her
when he finds out.

If it hadn't
been for Walt Archer,

this wouldn't have
happened in the first place.

If he hadn't dragged you
out in the middle of the night,

you'd have been home
with me, where you belonged.

Him and his vicious intolerance,

and for no reason too.

He... he just hates.

I'm learning to hate too, Sarah,

and you might as well
know this now...

I won't have anything
in my house that I hate.

What are you saying?

I think you know
what I'm saying, Sarah.

As soon as you have that baby,

we're taking it to the
reservation, where it belongs.

Oh, no.

Oh, Sarah, I don't mean
we'd just abandon it.

We'd see that
it had a good home.

Red Hawk's squaw would take it.

Oh, no, Jeb, no.

The baby would be better
off too, don't you see?

You've got
to promise me, Sarah...

An Indian baby belongs
with Indians, not here.

Oh, but Jeb, we don't know
that it's gonna be and Indian baby.

We don't know that for sure.

It might be yours.

Then why didn't we ever
have one before, in five years?

I can't live in the same
house with it,

and I won't.

You're asking me to choose?

I guess I am, Sarah.

You're my husband.
I can't choose against you.

Don't make me do that.

Sarah, how you gonna
explain to people

why you bore an Indian baby

when you're married
to a white man?

You say you're ready
to love the baby.

How you going to explain
such a thing to that child?

How you going to explain why no
other kids are allowed to play with it?

What kind of a life
could it have?

You know how it is
for a half-breed.

But Sarah, if it's raised from
the beginning as an Indian,

then that's a different matter.

Oh, Jeb!

Promise me, Sarah.

It's the only answer.

Please promise me.

I-I promise.

Mr. McCullough?

Mr. McCullough?

Mrs. Drummond.

Good morning.

I thought you'd probably
like to get an early start,

so I got up ahead of time,
fixed you a hot breakfast.

Well, that's very
thoughtful of you.

It'll sure make the ride ahead
of me a lot more pleasant.

Oh, last night I told your
husband I'd pay for my board.

It'd make me very happy
if you'd take it.

Oh, no, don't you mind
about that, now.

We've plenty,
and we're glad to share.

Well, at least
let me milk the cow.

You shouldn't be doing
things like that anyway.

Oh, that sounds like Jeb.

He won't let me do
any work anymore,

but, well, I kind of
like milking.

Besides, a woman in a
condition needs a little exercise.

Where is Mr. Drummond?

Oh, he's sleeping.

Go on, now, you eat your
breakfast before it gets cold.

Mrs. Drummond, I know you
brought my breakfast to the barn

because last night I was, well,

sort of in the way
of a family problem.

I could feel it.

I don't mean to pry, but...

well, if there's
something wrong,

you and Mr. Drummond
have been very nice to me,

and if there's anything I could
do to help, I'd be very happy to.

You're a kind man,
Mr. McCullough.

I could see that right off.

If there was anything
you could do,

believe me, I'd have asked you.

All right.

I thank you anyway.

Go ahead
and have your breakfast.

Mrs. Drummond, do I understand
you've been out here for five years?

Mrs. Drummond? Ohh.

Mrs. Drummond, what's wrong?

I think I'm gonna need
your help anyway,

to get back in the house.

It's started.

DRUMMOND: Sarah!
Sarah, you in the barn?

We're in here, Drummond.

Sarah, is it...?

Yes, Jeb, it's
time. I'll take her.

Is there anything
I can do to help?

No, nothing. I think
you'd best ride on now.

Well, bossy, we can't
forget you now, can we?

Jeb...

it... it'll be a while yet.

You'll have time
to go fetch Ethel.

I'm not gonna fetch Ethel.

Jeb, I need her.

She's had experience.

I-I been countin'
on her all along.

I'd be afraid alone.

You won't be alone.
I'll be here.

You wouldn't know what to do.

Oh, I know what
you're afraid of,

but she's my best friend.

She won't tell anyone.

She'd tell Walt. Oh, Jeb.

I need her.

Try and understand.

It can't be
any other way, Sarah.

I won't let anything
happen to you.

'Morning.

Thought you'd be gone by now.

No, I thought maybe
the cow would be forgotten,

what with the excitement
and all,

so I finished
milking her for you.

You're gonna have a lot of riding
to do to catch up with those wagons.

Yeah, but I got
a good horse here.

Fact is, Mr. Drummond,
I was thinking

you wouldn't want to be leaving
your wife today with the way things are.

Thought maybe I could ride
out and get some help for you.

No, you couldn't.

But you can get on that horse
and ride out of here, all right.

We don't want no help. Why not?

That's none of your
business. Well, maybe it isn't...

but I never heard of
anybody refusing

at least a midwife
if there was time to get one.

You're taking an awful lot
on yourself, aren't you, mister,

meddling in a family
you got nothing to do with.

Now, I'm advising you
against that.

I'm not asking your reasons.

All I know is, there's a woman
in that house who needs help,

and I can't help wondering
why her own husband

don't want her to have any.

You get out of here.

Jeb.

Let him do it.

Let him go fetch Ethel.

I'll handle this, Sarah.

Where does she live,
Mrs. Drummond?

Don't answer him!

Jeb, I made you a promise
last night against my will.

You... you got no right
to deny me this one thing.

Over that hill.

Her name's Ethel Archer.

McCullough!

If you come back, I'll kill you!

I'm looking for
Mrs. Ethel Archer, ma'am.

Would that be you?

Mrs. Archer?

Don't do no good
to shout, mister.

She never answers
nobody, anyway.

She had to watch the
Indians kill my grandpa.

And she ain't never
said a word since.

I'm Walt Archer. Did I
hear you ask for my wife?

Yes. Mrs. Drummond's
about to have her baby.

She needs her help. Really?

Ethel. Yes, Walt.

Get your things together.
Sarah Drummond's in labor.

Oh, I'll hurry.

Oh, Daddy, can I see
the baby? Please?

Oh, not this time,
I'm afraid, Molly.

We've got to wait till the
baby's old enough for visitors.

Maybe next week.

Promise? All right, I promise.

You take good care
of grandma, now.

I will, Daddy. Care to give
me a hand with the team?

Sure. I'm Flint McCullough.

The Drummonds put me up
last night out of the rain.

Fine people. I guess Jeb
is the best friend I got.

I'm glad to hear you say that.

They're coming
closer together now.

Is Sarah all right?
Jeb, are we on time?

Hold it.

There's something I got to say.

I warned McCullough
not to go after you.

That didn't do any good.

Now I'm gonna ask you,
Walt, as a friend,

to turn around and go back home,

and do it without
asking any questions.

Has Sarah had her
baby yet? Not yet.

Then what in tarnation
are you talking about?

Walt, will you go back home!

No, not till I find out
what's going on here!

Then I'll have to insist.
Jeb, what are you doing?

I told you
you wouldn't be welcome.

I know you did,
but I didn't believe you.

Jeb, whatever it is
that's bothering you,

explain it to us.
We're your friends.

If you're my friends,
you'll do as I ask.

But you don't make any sense.

You know that Sarah needs Ethel.

Why are you standing
there with a gun

and telling her she can't go in?

Please, Jeb, I can
make it easier for Sarah.

Haven't I got anything
to say in my own house?

Meddling strangers or friends,

it don't make any difference.

Do I have to do something
I'm going to regret?

If you keep Ethel from going to
Sarah and something happens,

you may regret that even more.

Jeb!

Ethel, go to Sarah, quick!

No, Ethel, stay here!

I wish you hadn't
done that, Walt.

I'm sorry we had to.

I'm sorry too, Drummond.

Jeb, whatever
it is that's wrong,

why don't you tell me
about it? I'll understand.

Maybe you will understand, Walt,

when you find out why
I wanted to be left alone.

But you more than anyone
aren't going to like it,

any better than I do.

SARAH: Jeb!

Ethel, what's taking
so long there?

Is everything all right?

ETHEL: Everything's
all right, Walt.

Well, what is it,
a boy or a girl?

It's a boy, Walt.

You hear that, Jeb?
You got a son.

I always wanted a son,
you know. I never got one.

You're a lucky man.

Well, are you gonna
let us come in, or aren't you?

You can come in now.

Come on, Jeb, let's go
see what he looks like.

You might as well
go in too, McCullough.

I was hoping you'd say that.

Well, now, let Uncle Walt
have a look at the little fellow.

I'm afraid I don't understand.

It wasn't her fault.
She told me all about it.

I think you could recognize
an Indian, at any age,

better than anybody.

What is this,
some kind of a joke?

Joke?

I've got a son, Walt.

I'm a very lucky man.
You said so yourself.

Well, I must say,
I don't blame you

for trying to keep people
away from your shame.

Please, Walter.
Sarah's had a bad time.

Think of her. I
am thinking of her...

and I'm wondering about her too.

Look, think what you want
about the baby,

but don't blame Sarah.

Who else would you blame?

Certainly you had
nothing to do with it.

Even you had something
to do with it, Walt.

One of those nights we went
out to throw a scare into the Sioux,

that's when it was.

And when a man leaves
his wife alone in this country,

he can't blame her
for what happens.

Walt, it could have been
Ethel instead of Sarah.

My wife would have died
before she brought

a disgrace like this
on my house.

She would have taken her
dishonor to the grave with her,

which is what Sarah
should have done.

Apparently she preferred
to live a degraded woman,

with you in the shadow
of her cowardice!

Why you...!

Stop it! Stop it!
Easy, Drummond!

I'll kill you! Drummond!

You better get
out of here, Archer.

Yes, come on, Ethel,
let's get out of this house...

This house
where Indians are born.

Please, Walter, let me care
for Sarah. She needs me.

Don't touch her.

I guess I ought to thank
you for stopping me.

I'd have killed him.

I'd have killed him for what
he said about you, Sarah.

Don't listen to him, Drummond.

Don't pay any attention.
He doesn't know any better.

I've known men like that before.

They're so blinded by hate
that they just stop thinking.

Out here, there are more
men like him than not like him.

I'm a weak man, McCullough.

I just can't face up to the power
of people who think like Walt,

and be called a traitor
and an Indian lover.

I'm just not that brave.
I have to go along.

A man can live alone when
there are no other people around,

but when there are,
he has to live with them.

They have to talk to him,
and he has to talk to them,

and if they don't talk to
him, then he's better off dead.

And when they want him
to hate, he hates.

And when something happens
like happened to Sarah,

it makes hate mighty easy.

Mr. McCullough, I...

think it's plain enough that
we can't live here any longer.

Not with Walt Archer
and what he knows.

So we're just gonna
have to try and put

five years of living,
hoping, and sweating

into one wagon and move on.

Maybe you could fix it so
we could join the wagon train.

Maybe after we get
away from here,

maybe we could forget
all about this.

If that's the way you want
to solve the problem,

I'm sure it'll be
all right with the Major.

Jeb.

Yes, Sarah.

Jeb, if we leave here,

then we won't have
to give the baby up.

You promised!

But moving here... moving
away makes it different.

It's no different at all.

People are the same all over.

You've got to keep
your promise, Sarah.

I been holding him here,

listening to all this... talk.

Listening to all
the cruel things being said.

I can feel his little body
moving next to me.

Walt said that
we're two of a kind now...

Me no better'n him,

him no better'n me.

The words I've been hearing
just seem to make us closer.

Maybe that's as good
a reason as any

why I can't give him up.

Jeb...

I can't keep that promise.

Don't you remember all
the things we said last night?

All the reasons...
The good reasons...

For giving him away?

But, Jeb, there's
a feeling in me now,

stronger than any of
those reasons.

I don't even remember
what they were.

Well, then, I'll just have
to remember for both of us.

Later on you'll remember.

You'll know we did
the right thing.

You'll have to take him from me.

I won't give him to you.

Please, Sarah.

Give him to me!

Don't make me hate myself!

I'll fight you with
all my strength, Jeb.

I'll fight you till I die.

You've got to find
another way, Drummond.

Stay out of it this time,
McCullough!

I mean it! Get out of my house!

Jeb, please.

Oh, don't take my baby.

I'm just doing
what I have to do!

No, please! Mr. McCullough,
make him stop!

You've got to hold off
a while, Drummond.

You've got to.

This is my house.
You get out...! Aah!

Seems to me I'm always
apologizing to you for interfering,

but until you can learn
to stop abusing your wife

because of what other people
have been saying about her,

you've got to get out of here.

Stay out here!

And don't come back until you've
found a better way to handle things.

Cool off, Drummond,
and then do some thinking.

I can't forget this, McCullough.

I'll make you regret it.

He slept pretty well.

Is he still gone?

Yeah.

I don't exactly know
how to say I'm sorry

for pushing a woman's
husband out of his own house,

but it seemed to be
the thing to do.

Don't be sorry.

I'm his wife, and I can
thank you for it.

Oh, Jeb's a good man,
but it just seems that...

ever since...
this thing happened to me...

this seemed to prove to him

that everything Walt Archer
had ever said was really true.

Maybe someday he'll find out
everybody isn't like Walt.

He might even find out
that Walt Archer

isn't what he seems to be.

Mrs. Drummond...

I know you're not
feeling too well,

but there's something
I'd like to ask you to do.

What?

Do you think you can get
over to that door

and get back in bed by yourself?

Yes, I guess so. Why?

Well, I want to leave you alone,

but I can't do it unless I
know you can latch that door

and get back into bed.

Want to give it a try?

All right, Mr. McCullough.

All right.

Oh, uh...

your husband took my horse.

Is it all right if
I borrow yours?

Oh, sure.

Easy.

Easy now.

You latch the door, and
don't worry. I'll be right back.

Mr. McCullough.

Ohh.

Has Jeb Drummond been here?

No, he hasn't.

I'd like a few words
with you, Mr. Archer.

About what?

About a man you call
your best friend.

I have nothing to talk about where
the Drummonds are concerned.

Well, then, let's, uh...
let's talk about you.

What's in your mind, McCullough?

Let's just say I'm curious...

Curious as how a man who obviously
has so much love for his own family

could let another man's
family be destroyed,

especially when
that man's your friend.

I have a perfectly good
reason for the way I feel.

Good reason?

Because a woman gives birth
to a baby that's part Indian?

Is that a good reason to throw off
your friendship when they need you?

I think you've been making this
speech about hating Indians so long,

you're afraid to back off,
so you keep pushing people

to make them believe
the way you do,

no matter what
it costs them, or you.

Now, you listen to me.

You just ride through
this country. I live here.

Don't you try to tell me
how to feel or think!

You know, I've seen narrow-minded
bigots like you before, Archer.

You're all alike. There's
only one side to a question...

Your side.

I'm just gonna tell you
this once, McCullough...

Get off my property

before I put you off.

What's the matter? Don't
you like the sound of the truth?

Jeb Drummond needs a friend.

When I get through with you,
you're gonna be it.

Aah! Ohh!

She... she said something!

Go in the house, quickly!

Mother! Mother!

She remembers something, Walter.

Your face!

It's just my nose.

When she looked at me,
she started screaming.

Well, maybe that's
what frightened her.

Or maybe she thought
she saw Dad again,

and was reliving his death.

Oh, Walter,
how terrible for her.

Look at her, McCullough.

That's the way I found her
beside my father's body,

after the Indians had burned
our house and killed our stock.

And you wonder why I hate them?

Look at her. Indians did that.

No!

She's trying to say something.

No! No!

D-D-Durand!

It sounded like Durand.

Who's Durand?

Durand was a renegade white.

Mother.

Mother, it was
the Indians, not Durand.

No! Durand!

Mother, are you trying to say...

Durand killed Dad?

Yes!

Durand!

Durand!

Durand!

Durand! A white man!

All right, McCullough,

go ahead. Say it.

Tell me that I hated all
these years with no reason,

that I made my family and
my friends hate the same way.

Go ahead, say it.

Say whatever you want to.

I'd rather you said it, Archer,

to Jeb Drummond.

Ethel, get Molly.

We're going back
to see Jeb and Sarah.

Oh, Walter!

What about Mother?
We can't leave her alone.

No, we'll take her with us.

Things are going to be
different for her too.

Oh, Jeb.

Jeb, you didn't...

You didn't come back to take
the baby away, did you?

Yes, Sarah, I did.

You never even looked at him.

I brought Red Hawk's squaw.
She'll take care of him.

Jeb, look at him. I
don't want to look at him.

I know.

You're afraid you won't be
able to give him away if you do.

I can't fight you anymore, Jeb.

I haven't the strength left.

But if you do take my baby...

I don't ever want
to see you again.

I hope you don't
mean that, Sarah.

I hope someday
you'll forgive me.

Oh, Jeb, no. Please.

Jeb.

I take care.

Whoa.

Wait here.

Why does Uncle Jeb
have his rifle?

ETHEL: Hush.

I don't know what
any of you want here,

but this time you're not
interfering with what I'm doing.

Mr. Archer here's got
something to say to you.

He's already said
all I care to hear.

I came to apologize, Jeb,
to you and Sarah.

More words ain't
gonna help much.

What's done is done.

I'm giving the baby to
Red Hawk's squaw to raise.

Soon as Sarah's better,
we're pulling out of here.

Jeb, listen to Walt.
He thinks different now.

Maybe you won't have to leave, and
maybe you'll be able to keep the baby.

Ain't Walt makin' me do it.

Yes, it is, Jeb...

Me and all other people like me

that live with hate
in their hearts.

I don't see things
exactly clearly yet myself,

but I will in time, I know that,

because I just found out
something that won't let me rest

until I get my thinking
straight again.

If I could hate all Indians

because one of them
killed my father

and drove my mother
into silence, then...

And this is the thing
I just learned...

I've now got to learn to hate all
white men for the same reason,

because it was one
of them that did it,

not an Indian.

I'm going to Sarah.

This'll take a lot of talkin'

and convincin' back
and forth before it's clear,

but if you stay,

there'll be plenty
of time for that.

And now, with your permission,

I'll go try to make
my peace with Sarah.

I think that's my rifle
you got there, Drummond.

If you'll give it to me,
I'll be on my way.

And I'm sorry.

She's giving you back
your baby, Sarah.

No, wait.

Thank you.

You'll be very happy now.

I took him from you, Sarah,
and I'm giving him back.

You haven't seen him,
have you, Jeb?

No, I haven't.

That's an Indian baby!

Guess I shouldn't
have touched it.

It's the young
we've got to worry about.

They learn to love and to hate

quicker than anybody else...

just depending on
how we teach 'em.

Ho!

Howdy, Major.

Well, it's about time
you got back.

Did you miss me?

No, I didn't miss you,
and I don't care where you were,

long as you
brought me my gumdrops.

Now, where are they?

McCullough,
where are my gumdrops?

I gave 'em to a lady, Major.

Well, that figures.

Come on, let's get out of here.

Wagons, ho!

Hyah!