03x34 - The Luke Grant Story

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Hey, Major

trails locked behind us.

What do you mean?

It's blocked somewhere or some boulders.

Down on it.

You're

the rest of your home

behind those rocks.

What?

They're there.

You don't have to worry about him anymore.

I'll tell Charlie to have

more.

So you're still alive?

You're going to be all right.

Just take it easy.

Easy.

Lucky that he didn't get me a lump.

I have to leave it in there.

We'll take care.

Of you properly,

Major.

Just like you've. Had enough for a while.

Yeah, but we should give him something
to think about.

Look, I'm not.

Leaving our overnights on.

Sunset.

And he'll be back getting us again
as soon as she comes up in the morning.

Well, we k*lled 100 or more, didn't we?

I think we lost Charlie.

Oh. Well, our girl has been hit
pretty bad.

I don't think that arrows in his lung,
but it may be stuck in his ribs.

You and Charlie
get him in the wagon with you.

Well, I'm checking the rest. Him.

Oh, and get some of that light,
and I'm out of my medicine kit.

If you think it's possible
for us to get that arrowhead out of it.

All right.

Your name's hard Little business, son.

Dabs or dabs?

You go in and make your dad bunk up.

We're going to get him in the wagon.

He'll be all right, darling.

Give me a hand here.

What is it We got to measure, Charlie.

Sorry about your mind after.

Wish we had done something about it.

Well, there's something I can do.

I can k*ll every Indian
I see for the rest of my life.

Bill, there's a rider coming in.

Major?

Yeah, there's a rider heading this way.

Does it look like McCullough?

No, it don't. He's carrying a white flag.

That'll be sore for a couple of days.

It'll be all right. For.

What's going on here.

Major Adams.

Don't you remember me?

I am Swift Cloud.

Yeah, I remember you.

How could I forget you?

I'm reminded of you every year
when I come through this pass.

So is every other white man
when he hits our territory.

I was afraid it was my father's tribe
that attacked you.

It's one of my. No.
Oh, put that thing away.

Put it away now. I'll go.

Durant

came in under a white flag, didn't he?

It's a swift cloud.

Some of that shook our chief.

You sh**t him, and every person we got in
this train will be dead

inside of 24 hours.

I do not come from my father.

I have not seen him since the day
you took me to San Francisco

on your wagon train.
I thought you were dead.

So did your father.

Now he blames all white men.

Because I took your West
and you never came back.

Where in tarnation
you've been for the last four years?

San Francisco, when you left me.

But why didn't you come back?

I learned the meaning of ignorance.

I searched for the knowledge
that I could bring back to my people.

I started to be a doctor of medicine.

I have just now returned.

You're a doctor?

I started day and night.

I can hasten the time

that when I can relieve my father's people
from the ills and superstitions.

I am sorry for the trouble.

My absence has brought to
you and your people.

That is why I came to see you first
before seeing my father.

Tending a wound.

There is little enough payment

for all the trouble
that I have brought to your people.

All I can say.

We don't need a doctor right
now, sweetheart.

We'll accept your offer.

Provided you get to your father
before his brave jumpers again.

You're coming back.

All these things off
quite a bit around here.

Thank you, Major Adams,

for giving me the

opportunity to appease my conscience.

You changed quite a bit.

No, I.

Have grown a little older, and I can walk
straight now, thanks to you.

That's fine. Golly, I didn't recognize you
when you rode in here.

I'm Bill Hawkes. Remember me?

Course I remember you.

I did not expect to find old friends here.

Well,
we might as well get started right here.

We've got a man in this wagon with an air
I had on his shoulder.

Keep away from here.

Are your paws in bad shape?

And it was his kind, did it?

They k*lled my mother, too.

And he ain't touching my path.

I am sorry.

For what my people did to your father,

but you must try to understand
why they did it.

Just as my people must try to understand
why the white men must move west

and invade their land.

If you let me help your father,
perhaps that understanding

can have its beginning here
with you and me.

He's right, Dad.

Can't you see that?

I can see one thing.

You're nothing but an Indian lover.

Just a girl. Durn minute.

I say the boy's right. He knows better.

A lot of reds can get close enough
to his part to finish him off.

But he's a doctor. How do you know?

We are at the same time you did.

And we don't believe it.

Maybe you better not. The kid
take over running the train.

At least he wouldn't
let just any Indian sneak in

so he can spy on us
right after a few hundred.

Just like you meant
trying to get. In at Finley.

Swift Cloud is not just any Indian.

I know him.

I know him better than I know most of you.

Just about four years ago

now, I first run into him.

I was the one that was carrying
the white flag.

Then I was going to try to talk
to his father.

Chief Fire Cloud.

There must have been a thousand.

Sure.

A car was lying in the rim of the hill
above us.

We didn't know whether fire tried
was after us

or looking for revenge
on a band of renegades

led by a fancy peacock
with a name of Cadel.

He'd just finished reading the train.

That's what I had to find out

when no matter what fire

Howard had in mind, there was no mistake
about who his son Swift

Clyde was after
he was burned straight down on me.

I congratulate the great chief
of the Shirakawa

on the bravery of his women
and his children.

Your tongue is reckless.

White men.

No more than your disregard for that flag.

My son is. Young.

Your son does, you know, honor.

You'll come to speak?

Yes, I come to speak the truth.

Are you
and I get ready to k*ll each other?

Your real enemy escapes you again.

You let me my wagon train.

My people go in peace.

I will give you as much ammunition
and as many horses as I can spare.

I will give you food for your women
and your children.

You offer what is already mine.

Has your braves

to decide for themselves
if they want to die.

There is your answer, White man.

My son Swift.

Lord demands the first life.

If the great chief of the Chippewa

has no honor,

tell your son.

Go ahead.

Tommy

Tiny must.

Oh. I wish the Major hadn't gone.

Yeah. Them murdering cutthroats.

Grandpa, I thought maybe
you'd like some coffee meat extra.

Well, thank you, Tommy.

Will you join us? Sit down, son.

Yes. Swift.

Clyde was a savage. All right.

I hadn't yet found out why
he was trying so hard to prove

how vicious he could be.

It wasn't till later that night

when fire clouds brains
were staking their claims on the wagons.

They wanted.

And I began to understand
what was bothering Swift Line.

He tried to claim our ammunition
wagon, got his horse

shot out from under him instead

of higher.

That's the chief's son.

Come on. Help.

I saw in the boy's lameness

not only the reason for his viciousness,
but also out of our predicament.

Swift had come back to your father.

Tell him I k*lled warriors.

Not helpless boys.

Look, Get my horse, Bill.

Make sure that fire clouds
take you out and skin you alive.

Bill, I never you to live forever.

Just get the horse with it.

I went immediately back to the chief

and I threw his son's spear at his feet.

Your son is brave.

Fergus had

his grave.

Is the legend of his father.

It must be bitter

to know that he will never occupy

your lodge.

My son is my son.

He will lead that Shirakawa
because he is already braver than.

Any grown warrior.

Bravery. Born of desperation.

You speak with two tongues, white men.

You turn your thoughts from the truth.

Let us speak the truth.

Our cloud alone.

Knock on my.

When you die,

Swift cloud will claim your lodge.

That is his duty.

It is also the right of any other brave

to challenge the new chief in combat.

That is how you became chief, huh?

Speak.

What is behind your words?

Because of Cadel.

Your son is lame.

I can see that lies heavy on your heart.

I speak the truth.

It is in your own thoughts.

Bravery will not save your son
in hand-to-hand fight because he is lame.

He will not. Even be k*lled.

He will be driven.

From your tribe in shame.

I do not say these things to t*rture you.

You are a proud man.

I say them out of friendliness

and I offer not to take your son with me

to a big white doctor in California.

Your son will be treated as my son.

And if it is the will of the Great Spirit,

he will come back to you on Tuesday.

Your legs.

These are the things that I.

Offer you in exchange

for the lives of my people.

Let the great chief of the tribe
how I think on it

my might one

need only to for me to put our needs
put up.

To me.

Put the Xena. Xena

Pony more.

On. I need to see Xena.

I mean, see it on my lower

heart, on my.

By golly, you did it.

Oh, welcome, son.

Oh, no need to see it.

I'm not going to k*ll you.

Come on, get up.

This is the way

the son of a great chief obeys his father.

You're going to San Francisco
with me, boy.

I want your word that you're going to
behave yourself all the way

here.

Oh, as

sad as he was against going with us.

Swift Cloud soon began to absorb our ways.

The ways of the white man.

Long before we got to San Francisco.

He was reading
and writing in our language.

You folks took to him, too.

Just as soon as they found out he wasn't
any different than any other boy his age.

The same folks that wanted to k*ll him
when he first joined the train.

Just like some of you want to k*ll him now

because the only thing you can see.

Is that he's an Indian.

Well, let me tell you something, mister.

This boy was our safe conduct
out of this valley once before.

And he'll get us out of here alive again.

And on top of that, he's
willing to treat our wounded.

Not my folks.

You can run this train any way you want,
but you ain't got no

right to force us to let an Indian
put his mangy hands on us.

And that goes for the Hargrove boy, too,
because we'll back him up.

Get out of.

My sight,

Swift. Dog.

There's an awful.

Lot of ignorance still left in this world.

And it's not all.

Among your people.

A little more like

an arrow head.

Must be wedged
between his ribs, way loose in the shaft.

Going to take an expert.

Surgeon to. Get of him.

You still got one of those cannonball
splinters, and they don't bother you much.

Living live in narrow head anyway.

He's going to have to, at least till
we get someplace where there's a doctor.

Son. I'm not going to try to

understand why you feel the way you do
about that Indian doctor.

Because you're wrong.

You want your dad to live.

You better do some tall praying energy.

My pill seems to work.

All right.

I am Swift Cloud, Sun.

A fire cloud.

Take it to my father's

side. See

my father?

It is.

Swift Cloud.

I have returned my son.

Yes, my father.

If you come back from the spirit.

World, my son.

I am not dead.

I have never been.

I am flesh and blood.

I am here.

So I will give

thanks to the great spirit

for bringing you back to me

in time to lead our people.

For I didn't think of death so soon.

My father came over,
ridden with evil spirits. By

such evil

spirits,
not even the chemo can drive them out.

I can feel them possessing me swiftly.

Listen to me, my father.

I have learned many things

from the white doctor's way.

So much have I learned

that I too am a doctor by the.

Foot of your own leg?

My son.

It is like new to white doctors.

Knowledge is wondrous,
and they share this knowledge with me

that I might in
turn use it for the good of my people.

And with this knowledge,
I can read you of your sickness.

But I must take extreme measures
and will quickly.

I chemo make medicine for the cure
a color.

Chemo alone.

The day of your kind of medicine
is coming to an end.

It is born of superstition and ignorance.

Sin of fire, clouds, big

of white man.

The white man has given us many things
within that north before they came.

They gave us the g*n, the horses,

the wagons, the iron plow.

And this is a lot of the things
that we can learn from them, if we will.

He is our enemy.

He k*lled our people in our game.

He steals our land.

His medicine
can only bring us more sorrow.

Your medicine is not going to cure
my father.

Death comes
with the call of the Great Spirit.

No medicine can change its course.

I can save his life.

Would you rather see your chief die
just to prove me wrong?

The fire cloud himself decide
whether he wishes to dispute

the will of the spirits.

My father.

Your leg is swollen
with the poison of a b*llet.

Every moment that passes by,

that poison comes up to your heart.

And when it gets there, you will die.

There is one thing that I can do
to prevent this,

and that is to remove that
which contains the poison.

It is better for a man to live

with one leg than be buried with both.

But what if the spirit
that resides in my leg?

Where will it go to await those

from the other parts of my body?

I have learned there are not many spirits
amongst the parts of our body.

There is only one which leaves us after
we give our last breath.

White men light.

Your greatest fire cloud had the wisdom
to trust

this only son
with a white man to cure his affliction.

Now, with

the same wisdom, he trusts his son
with his own life.

Swift Cloud does not yet
speak for his father.

That fire cloud himself
speaks his decision.

If I die,

will entrust the fate of my people
to my son.

I can do no less with my own life.

I have spoken.

You, as you say,

a truth cloud.

You have a weapon in your hand.

I was made to remove his leg.

You have been tricked by the white man.

He sends you to heal
with a weapon of destruction.

I don't expect you to understand,
but I must ask you

to leave the chief's teepee
so I can do my work.

I am the protector of life, and I

will not leave you to carry out the evil
ways of the white man's destruction.

The chief has spoken.

Evil spirits head his tongue.

Get out.

I honor you.

I came.

I am the shaman of the Shirakawa.

I see that the right hand of the chief
in all matters.

And when evil spirits
have the chief's tongue.

It is a shaman who speaks for him,
not the son who is not yet chief.

Hard to

take him prisoner.

I want you, Pima, and your straight arrow.

Without my help, I will die.

You will be responsible for his death.

Both of you.

I took.

This gift.

I'm sorry, Mrs.

Mail.

Real sorry.

Now hear one of our boys to drive for Mrs.

May or the rest trip.

All right.

Maybe we won't have to make the trip here.

Why not? As soon as Swift blood shows up.

His father's not going to attack us.

You ought to know that.

Well, he's had plenty of time
to get back to the landscape by now,

and he ain't sent any word yet.
All right. God, I wouldn't blame.

He never did send any word or speak to us
again where he was treated around here.

I ain't got a cow count.

Anything that sun comes up in the morning
and I don't attack.

I'll believe it. But not until.

I see

the deal.

Hey. Hey.

I came out here

to waste your time.

I had to. I No white man.

It is not wise to speak to your chief
in that manner.

And k*ll a spirit of fire.

I'll join George and sister.

You are only a prisoner.

In losing my burns medicine.

My poison has long since reached
his heart.

Spirits have left the body of fire.

A cloud.

No, wait, my son.

Let him remain a prisoner.

Swift cloud is the sun. The fire cloud.

Therefore, he is now a chief of that
yellow color. No,

You will be chief

witch with cloud.

If not return.

The great Chief himself named
you Straight Arrow to be his successor.

You hated yourself from his own lips.

But Swift Cloud did return.

He retained a tool of the white man.

He is not fit to lead the Cherokee
while he is fit only for death.

Why do you hesitate? Straight arrow.

Ready to share the guilt of my father's
death.

Was. Was to k*ll him.

It will make a difference.

When I k*ll you, it will be according
to the customs of that.

You had a color.

Not while you are bound and helpless.

k*ll him now.

All that I know.

I have learned from you, my father.

But now your words grieve me.

Would you have me go against the teachings
of the traditions of our people?

He is no longer of our people.

He has chosen the way of our enemy.

Swift Cloud is by right
a succession chief of the Cherokee, Iowa.

I will cut the bonds of my chief.

We have not best friends since childhood.

I did not expect it
to defy your father on my behalf.

I am grateful for your loyalty.

I am loyal to the teachings of Fire Cloud

and the great chiefs that went before him.

When the sun rises, you will see
I am still not your friend.

It is there and I will k*ll you.

We're going to be

seeing daylight
inside of about a half an hour.

Bill, I want to make sure everybody's
got plenty of ammunition.

Dig in, boys.
Come on. Charlie will get some more.

I thought we were supposed
to get safeguarding out of here.

We let that Indian go.

I still think we will.

My guess is there won't be any attack.

Just to make sure I'm
going to be ready anyway.

But you don't know that
There won't be, do you?

You never heard
nothing from your Indian friend.

Did you know attack is all the word
I need from Swift Clark?

I still say we should have k*lled him
when we had the chance

or held him prisoner so we could bargain.

Mr. Finley,
if everybody on this train knew

as much about everything as you know,
we'd have been wiped out two months ago.

Now, I don't need your advice.

So just keep away from me.

Whatever the rest of you know
what you're supposed to do, get doing it.

Hey. Hey.

Hey. Hey.

Yes. I say yes.

I Swiss

Cloud Chief of the Cheetah Cowers
speaks to his people as fire.

Who would have spoken on this day?

The bitterness of revenge
against the white people

at the part of the body
and spirit of the great chief.

Upon the arrival of his son.

There is therefore no longer a reason

to attack the wagon
train down by the valley below.

I have cloud decree and henceforth

my people are at peace with the white men.

There will be no attack.

White man is the enemy.

We must k*ll.

The time has come when it is useless
to fight the white man.

For it is we who will die at the end.

They are advancing with greater
and greater hearts.

Except
when we attack and k*ll their people.

They wish to be at peace with our people.

Therefore, I think we can live
together with a white man

and for the good of my people.

We will.

Swift Cloud lived with white man,

whereas white man's clothes

speaks with white man's tongue.

I learned much from the white man.

For a better living. For my own people.

Swift
Cloud should have stayed with white man.

I could not turn my back on
the people who needed me.

Shirakawa.

I do not need a swift cloud.

All your tongue, Straight arrow.

I am your chief.

Straight arrow Challenges
Swift Cloud to come back.

Swift Cloud must prove his worthiness
to be chief

currency.

I will not k*ll you, Swift Cloud.

I do not consider you worthy of death

with honor.

You are banished with shame.

From the village of the.

I better straight arrow.

Because I refuse to leave my people.

They need me now more than ever.

You would rather remain here and live
at the mercy of the women and children.

I will pay whatever price
that is demanded of me.

But I will not leave my people.

You are a useless old woman.

It was sense.

Better blowing up for those Indians
to have jumped half a dozen times.

They were going to jump us.

Why don't you say something, Charles? Be.

Well, I knew you were right all the time.

I knew they weren't going to take us.

Charlie, behind you.

Will you give us a canteen?

Oh, you smart You.

Anyway

discover Sonny.

All right.

He won't wake up, sir.

He just lies there and groans.

I guess we better have a look at it for

our favorite up bill.

I think we ought to try
to cut it out of there.

As if we did

save it as one person
that can get it out of there.

Swift?

Yeah.

We ought to go smoke a peace pipe
with all our clout anyhow, so

might as well take him along.

I'll go hook up.

You ain't taken my part of them Indians.

Dabbs.

Your father can die unless we get
that arrowhead out of his shoulder.

There's only
one way in the world that we can do it.

Has taken to that Indian camp
and let Swift out operate on him.

Stay away from my path.

I never should've
trusted you again, Dad. Now cut it out.

Hear me? Garner, behave yourself.

I don't want to manhandle you,
but I will if I have to.

You're just not old enough and wise enough
to make these decision for yourself.

You stay here with Bill. Smart girl.

Take care of that girl.

If you have to sit on it
till Charlie and I get back.

Wait, Major,
please don't take Paul away from me.

Take me with you.

I won't be. Any trouble.

I promise.

Major,
maybe it's best if he went with his dad.

And should be a he.

All right, son, you can come along.

But let me tell you something.

If you caused me one minute trouble,
I'll tie you up.

You understand that?

Yes, sir.

Come on, then.

You're welcome, Major.

Yeah, right.

Well,

welcome

with the boy.

Don't you open your face.

Don't you move a muscle.
You understand me?

I'll take care of this.

Paul,

I don't know what's going to happen to us

in Chief.

He's not going to like this.

It's given me a good friend.

High straight arrow.

I'm Chief.

What do you reckon I'll do, Major?

Don't do a thing, Charlie.

Just keep quiet.

Or as fire cloud.

Dead from white man's b*llet.

And where's Swift, lad?

They're.

What have you done to the son?

A fire cloud.

He chose to stay with old women.

Just try.

I am sorry, Major Adams.

I have failed you again.

And your people did not attack us
this morning.

I thought you had everything
under control.

Even brought a white man,
a wounded man for you

too, Doctor.

Is seeing the wagon?

Yeah, he's the same man
I want you to look at last night.

The wagon master has brought a wounded man
for me to the tent.

I ask permission of your chief
straight arrow to do so.

You are a useless old.

What could you do?

I could save his life
if it is not too late.

Just as I could
have saved the life of my father.

But for the interference of Keema
and his son.

The old woman begs for death.

Straight arrow.

You and I do not agree on many things,

but you have respected the customs
of our people against your father.

Therefore, you are a man of honor.

I ask only for you to possess the wisdom
that is required of a great chief.

Do not turn your back on
everything that is new to you.

Many new things are good.

You do not listen
to the white man's tongue in a dish.

Carry the rich color.

Key mice
are afraid to let me try my medicine.

He's afraid
that it is better than his use.

Right?

Straight arrow mean
you don't like the ways of the white man,

but you have many things
of the white manager people like and use

that r*fle and its ammunition.

They were not brought to you
by your medicine man.

Neither was the white man's medicine.

It is much better than came as medicine

has. That r*fle is better than your
bow and arrow.

So what is your loss
if you let Swift blood

try his medicine
on the white man in the wagon?

If he dies, it is one less white man.

Do not be fooled
by the tricks of the white men.

Bring the wounded one here.

You mean try to,

son. You stay right in this wagon.

All right.

Sorry.

Gave up.

That came as medicine cure This wound

too late.

No medicine can cure him now.

So let's crowd make you a medicine.

We will lit a fire.

Find a piece of metal to eat.

I'll take care of it.

Charlie, get some wood.

I will need my back from the chief's
teepee.

Get it.

Get is red hot, swift blood.

Good.

Then I can begin now.

Perhaps.

Taliban k*ll all.

You should shut up, You hear me?

Shut up. Now.

What do you want to do? Get us all k*lled.

You get back in that wagon.
You stay there.

Don't you?

Open your face. Again, Charlie. Yeah.

It came back in our wagon. A timer.

But a guy got his mask

on. That

just stays tight.

Take over later.

Young,

white,
brave does not share desire for peace.

That swift clause says the white man wish

for cloud to lie.

That boy saw his mother k*lled
and his father wounded by your arrows.

How do you expect him to feel?

Once again,

it's your turn.

Easy.

This reminds me of a week
I went to in Saint Louis once,

which is a lot more quiet.

That's the way it's going to be.

Charlie Hargrove either comes to or dies.

What do you think his chances are?

I don't know if the kid cauterized
that wound before the infection

spread all through him.

Or maybe he'll be all right.

It didn't.

He's not the only one in trouble.

Uh huh.

Hey, Hargrove.

By golly, you're all right, Doctor. Here.

We should be good as new

there.

Where's my son?

We're waiting for him.

Charlie, go get the boy.

Make sure he's not carrying anything.
You're full, Major.

Do I look like I'm fallen? No, sir.

Well, I'm getting.

Yes, sir.

Indians.

Oh, no, no.

Just take it easy. He's boys.

You're friendly this young fellow here
just saved your life.

PA, PA, you're well,

Not entirely well, but I'm.

I'm doing a whole lot
better than I thought I was.

Are you all right, son?

I'm fine, Father.

I hold no grudge.

I want to be your friend.

I want to thank you

for that

Peace with the white brother.

It comes from this, the straight arrow.

And only with understanding.

Regard, Master, you are free to go

and you are free to leave the valley
with your wagon train.

Doesn't

know you're a fool, my son.

I am the chief, my father.

It is my decision. A

straight arrow.

You have honor.

You know the wisdom of our Lord.

Thank you.

Swift tried

my people.

I'll be glad to have you
come with the train.

You're welcome. If you want to come.

No swift crowd as Cherokee, Iowa.

You must stay here with his people.

Goodbye, Swift Garden. Dr.

O. You

shouting for.