01x26 - A Man Called Horse

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You shouldn't be here.

Why did you come

to camp?

And I left behind

an old woman alone has no use.

You mean they just left you by yourself?

You know it is to grow long.

I have no family now.

I have no one to care for me.

I must die.

It's about your time I made you.

Or have you given up eating?

Why don't you quit bellyache and we're
going to make camp down in that air

area.

Where are you? Happy now? Scrub base.

I'm eating.

And they want to make some men happy.

I mean, I could shave in a bad

maybe get into town down and see a woman.

All right.

It looks like we're having company.

Well, I missed you.

I saw your fire.

We could use a little help
if you can spare.

Oh, sure.

Just name it.
And if we got it, you can have it.

The old woman's pretty sick.

If you could spare some medicine,
I'd sure appreciate it.

Sure.

We missed her bringing her medicine
kit over here.

See if there's anything
in there that'll help her.

If we
could lay it down here and keep her warm.

Sure.

Better get her out the horse.

Whatever she.

Is. Crow. That's right.

I'd like to know who I thank for all this.

My name is Seth Adams.

I'm wagon boss of this. Your outfit?

This is Flint McCullough, my scout.

Dr. Charlie Wooster, my lead driver.

Glad to know you, gentlemen.

We didn't get your name.

Oh, it doesn't matter.

Where'd you pick up the old school?

That was my mother.

She ain't got much life.

Lieutenant can't even open her mouth
to take a sip of whiskey.

She's old and tired.

She needs rest.

You look like you do a little rest
yourself.

Come on over and have a cup of coffee.

Doctor, take good care. Thank you.

Grand sedan.

You say the squire's your mother.

That's right.

Not very often.

We see one of our own living with a tribe.

Indians.

I've come.

Well, depends on how you look at it,
I guess.

I'm interested.

And tell us about it.

No, as a matter of fact,
I haven't had a chance to talk about it.

It started back in Boston
about three years ago.

The stranger went on to tell us his story,
how it all started.

He had become a young n*gro clerk
in the firm of Lorimer

and Forbes,
one of Boston's leading law offices.

And he'd also fallen in love with Mr.

Lorimer daughter, Lucinda.

Good morning, dear.
Have you spoken to him?

Well, not yet, but I will.

Just walk right in and talk
to him. He won't bite you.

Lucinda, what are you doing here?

Mr. Lorimer, may I speak to you, sir?

Can't it wait?

Well, it's about Lucinda, sir.

I've asked her to marry me.

Wait in my office.

Lucinda,

I can only say that this news comes
as quite a shock to me.

Aren't you presuming?

Quite a bit.

Well, I know I'm only a clerk
now, sir, but

one day I hope to be a successful lawyer,
and then I can give Lucinda everything

she wants.

I'm afraid
I must disagree with you, my boy.

You don't even have a name to give her.

I don't quite follow you, sir.

I suppose I should have told you this
when I took you from the orphanage.

Told me what, sir? About your origin.

You were left on their doorstep
when you were still an infant.

Since even foundling
must have some identity.

You were given the name of the
street the orphanage was on.

I'm sure you'll understand my reluctance
to allow my daughter

to marry
a man named after a street corner.

I'm afraid I'll have to ask you
not to see Lucinda

any more.

I tried to talk to Lucinda,
but she refused to see me.

I kept on thinking about being a man
without a name.

So I decided to come out west

because I'd heard that out here
a man's name didn't matter.

What the stranger had been told about
the West was true.

He soon learned that it didn't

matter where a man was born or how or what
his name was.

What counted most was just how fast a man

was with a g*n.

He knew he was

still a nobody, a greenhorn, a tenderfoot.

And naturally
he was a little disappointed.

But before very long,
he learned that not having a name

was not the worst thing
that could happen to a man.

He was to learn what it
was, not to be a man at all.

He had no idea why the

crows had k*lled the in with him
and spared him.

He was to be
one of their special trophies,

something the Braves could bring back
to the Crow camp

and put on display for a while. Run.

Oh. Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop,

pop, pop, pop, pop.

At first, he thought he couldn't stand it,

but after a while, he became so numb

that nothing really mattered.

The chief had definite plans
for the strangers,

so to save him, they put him on a horse.

He almost felt unhuman,
and he kept thinking back

about the pattern of his life
as he went on telling his story.

He sounded like a man
who felt no pity for himself.

But it's simply given up.

To have brought you a gift, Mother.

He will work for you.

Do your bidding.

Know my sister.

Let him sleep.

For a while.

He was able to forget.

Thanks to that old Indian woman who seemed

to sense the confusion and exhaustion
within this law.

So the tones of the stranger's
voice were dead.

It was as if life had left him a stranger.

To the world.

I have brought you this

little thanks.

And I'm very hungry.

It is not to eat.

It is for your skin.

Where the sun has burned it.

That this sun and it would make it better.

Thanks.

It's very kind.

You do not expect kindness

to call friendly people?

No. Robin has men k*lled
three of my people.

To call that friendly.

The young

braves think they must write out
mad glory to themselves.

I do not understand this.

Here in the camp, we are rich.

We have much buffalo for meat and clothing
and many horses.

Why, When they have so much,
are there some who want more?

I don't understand it either.

Back in Boston, we have men
who are the same way.

Boston.

I guess you have never been there.

It is a camp of your tribe.

One of the biggest.

You will tell me of this Boston
one time. Oh.

May I ask you a question?

Are you yellow robes, wife?

I am your sister.

They call me Bright Star.

Bright? The

very good name for you.

I must go now.

If you eat our food.

You must work.

I'm ready. What? Will you have me do?

You belong to my mother?
She will tell you.

What work is there for me.

First there is the gathering of wood.

Still beyond the clearing.

If you think of escape, forget it.

At our cross guards and.

Those who I was told to gather wood
all gathered and return.

You. What are you called?

I have no name.

Everyone has a name.

Even the dogs.

I'll think of one now.

He had a chance to give himself a name

since it had to be an Indian name.

He could have easily chosen
something impressive.

But he told us that in captivity,
you learn

that survival is the only thing
that counts.

A horse worked hard.

It had to do what it was told.

But then it was always well taken care of
and was allowed.

A certain amount of freedom.

And freedom was what he was after.

So he became a man called horse.

All summer long, Horse did what he was
told to do.

He worked hard.

He never argued or complained.

But all the time he planned and schemed.

He thought all summer of only one thing.

Escape

the c*ptive.

The man called horse.

You are interested in him?

I like him.

No more than that.

How could there be?

When he is new,
there is a look in your eye.

The same look I had
when yellow rope was in me.

But I have not been caught it.

I know. Yellow robe would not approve.

But still, there is a look.

Whenever

he knew

from the sudden silence
that they'd been talking about him.

But he couldn't ask them what they said
because a man in his position

wasn't allowed
to speak to the ladies of the house.

Horace learned a

lot of things during that summer,
and he was learning more.

He found the old woman could be human.

She made him moccasins.

He didn't know at the time
whether it was really out of kindness

or whether she thought he could work
harder with something on his feet.

But later on, he found out

that she was
the kind of person he'd ever known.

Anyway,

he had the moccasins he was glad to get,
but there were things he wanted.

Much more things
he needed to make his escape.

He needed a horse and he needed a weapon.

What?

May I try that?

You know how.

No, but I'd like to learn.

Does not allow.

If you don't laugh at the others, why not?

Not to sh**t. Well, as a serious matter.

It is not for laughing.

Well, it was a pretty bad shot.

You must admit that.

I do not laugh because I,
too, was a badger when I was young.

When you were young?

How old are you now?

I have 12 summers.

Why did they not teach you this
when you were a little boy?

Well, where I come from.

Most little boys
don't learn the bow and arrow.

But when your father and the other breed
brought home buffalo,

did they not talk about it?

We didn't have buffalo meat in our home.

Your people have strange ways.

But I will be your friend
and teach you many things.

I'm called Little Hunter.

We will try again.

For Ice tries
to learn the way of the crow.

Little Hunter was just showing me
how to use it.

The sport is over. Return to camp.

But a horse that is always with.

Autumn was almost over.

Soon, a long.

Hard winter
would set in across the plains.

If horse was going to escape,
you knew it would have to be soon.

Plans for his escape had gone
through his mind many, many times.

And though he knew his chances
were not too good, the time had come

and he couldn't stop. Now.

There was one thing he didn't count on.

He'd forgotten that Indian ponies
were usually trained like dogs

to be on the alert
for strangers who rendered

daylight hours.

They will not get far.

He lost his one chance to escape,

and ironically enough,
what did he mean was one of his own?

Cut a horse.

Winter was almost on him

and the crow, as in the years past,
moved to warmer quarters into a valley

where they knew they would be protected
from the icy winds that would come.

And horse.

He carried his packed
like a good horse was expected to do.

It would be spring now before there would
be the remotest chance of escape again.

Spring seemed far away, but he could use
that time thinking about escape.

And planning it.

Well.

You burn it like the sky. Why?

No, not to the sky.

To the heavens.

It's Christmas time.

Many years ago.

A bright star
like you guided wise men to someone.

They came to worship.

The Great Spirit,

the first maker? No,

the son of the first maker
among my people.

It's a time for prayer
and a time for giving.

I made this for you.

It's not much, but it's a gift.

It has great beauty.

I have a gift for you, too.

One night,
much time ago, before the snows,

I was walking

near the camp and saw someone
trying to steal a horse.

Everyone thought it was a Sioux Raider,

but I knew it was not.

You saw me.

It is nothing you can wear.

Like.

Like this.

But it is a gift.

It's a wonderful gift.

And I can wear it.

I will always wear it in my heart.

You will go to your teepee.

You will not speak to my sister
without asking yellow robe

and yellow robes that there will be no.

I got to tell you, yellow
Ruby was just as pompous as all Mr.

Larimore,
but there had been no point to it.

He wouldn't have known
what I was talking about.

How is she?

Not so good. She's awful weak.

She hasn't eaten in three or four days.

When I found it.

And I wouldn't try to feed her now.

Let it rest a little on first try.

I need some more wood for the.

And put a fresh pot of coffee on the.

I'll have some more of that coffee,
if you don't mind.

Having a good whiskey, if you like.

Coffee is better medicine for me.

It's been a long time since I've had it.

Have are you one.

The William with the crows?

I could have used a lot of it,

but I was more interested in staying away

from yellow robe
than warding off the cold.

I spent a lot of time trying to figure out

how to get away.

He went on to tell us that

the long winter finally passed
and the crow returned to their camp.

Spring had come

and once again
the young bucks started courting the girls

horse.

You should get yourself a flute and play
before Bright start.

She would like that.

So would I.

But where would I get a flute?

It is only the bone of an eagle.

The breed.

Can they sh**t the eagle

and the girls pretend they believe them,
but they find it on the ground.

Here, try it.

That's all there is to it.

There is much more.

You must paint your face and red.

Be for her to be dressed for battle.

Well, since I don't have a horse
and I haven't done in battle dress,

I guess I'm in trouble.

Marrying is not easy.

I hear the old one say.

Yeah,

Horse was permitted
to wander away from camp

now because the Indians knew
it wouldn't do him any good

if he was thinking about escape.

But he still didn't have what he needed
most.

A horse.

He knew that Bright Star was the only one
that could or would help him.

But he was not allowed
to get nearer at camp.

He decided he had to take that chance

to see her alone.

Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to walk in.

I knew I was bathing in the stream.

But we must not talk.

I've got to talk to you.

I could rub buffalo grease on your back.

That would be permitted.

But we cannot talk.

Well, your robe isn't here.

You'll never know.

We could go bathing together.

That would be permitted.

Well, I don't think we better do that.

In the camp of the Boston
if they do not bathe.

Oh, yes, we bathes.

But boys and girls don't bathe together.

A not in Boston anyway.

Especially not in Boston.

Did did you caught a girl in this Boston?

Yes, I did.

I asked her to be my wife.

You had love in your heart for her

Very much.

But her father wouldn't let her marry me.

He did not like the horses.

You offered.

No, it wasn't fair.

In Boston, we don't give horses.

Well, then, I do not understand.

You will tell me how the courting is
done in Boston.

Well,

if a boy likes a girl, he tries to let.

Her know it.

He may give her flowers

like this.

That is a nice thing.

The boy gives the girl a flower

and the girl becomes his wife.

No, there's a
little. More to it than that.

They start going.

Together and

he takes her

for walks and.

They sit together near a stream like this.

That is very good.

Then he tells her

he loves her and he kisses her

Kisses.

I do not know.

Kisses.

You will show me.

This is our horse to make these orders.

I'm sorry.

I was just out walking
and I saw a bright star.

He meant no harm.

Of course.

Does not listen to yellow robes orders.

He must die.

The part was not his.

I asked him to talk to me.

He must die.

He is not yours to do with. As you wish.

He belongs to our mother.

Yellow rope will not k*ll him.

If you destroy what belongs to another.

You will go before the council
and you too, will die.

But what a bright star.

No brave will have her
if he knows that she speaks

in secret to a man called Hoss.

Perhaps one day

Horace will have gifts to give.

Then he can speak openly
to both dark horses.

A sl*ve. He will remain so.

Go get your things.

Of your medicine and do good.

Here, try some of mine.

Nothing like a hot cup of broth or a body.

I don't know.

She's never had it before.

Can't do any.

Harm.

But I'll.

Try some of. This.

It'll warm your bones.

I'm afraid I found it too late.

How are you?

That all you could do?

All right.

She's in the Lord's hands.

I'll never forgive myself if she dies.

I don't think she's going to die.

They all
wanted to k*ll me, and I knew he would.

At the first opportunity.

So my best chance of staying alive
was to keep Red Star friendly toward me

or to get a horse and get away.

His chance
came sooner than Horace expected.

He was out after small game
with his good friend, little Hunter.

One of the few pleasures allowed him
since his showdown with yellow robe.

I saw him

go soon as a crow in me, not yours.

And the enemy of yours,
little hunter is an enemy of mine.

You were here,

Carlisle.

And I knew how he must have felt
at the prospect of facing a suit.

But he knew he had all his plans.

All his dreams might work.

He told us the Sioux was as frightened
as he was.

At least he was startled to see a white
man facing him with a bow and arrow,

one startled enough to spoil his aim.

You have no acoustic.

You must touch him with your bow

in mind.

You have scored a coup in camp.
You will be a hero.

You have k*lled an enemy.

And you have much wealth now.

You have two.

Horses.

We must go back.

There may be more of them

k*lling.

The Sioux moved horse up
considerably in Crow Society.

Now he was a somebody.

And yellow robe was no longer his enemy.

He called him brother.

But Horace found that instead of.

Getting a chance to escape,
he was given the hand of Bright Star

in marriage.

Horse does not have

love in his heart for Bright Star.

I'm your husband.

Only because yellow bonded it so.

Yellow robe and I

would yellow robe and you want.

I want to.

Horse still

thinks of the girl in the camp
The b*stard.

I'm sorry, Bright Star.

I guess I do.

When her father refused to.

What did she do?

I never talked to her after that.

She wouldn't see me.

She let you go.

But if she had love in her heart,
she would not.

Have done this

right to Will let you go.

But only if you want to go.

I am your wife for ever.

If you will have me.

I'm your husband.

Not because yellow robe once.

But because I want it now and forever.

Your pack.

And now that he was bright stars husband
Horace was no longer a sl*ve.

He was anybody's equal in camp.

He had five horses,

and I went hunting with the men
and even sat in on the Braves.

But he still thought of getting away.

Only this time it wouldn't be escape.

He'd take Bright Star with him.

It's time,
my brother, for me to return to my people.

Since you're the head of the family,
I cannot go without your permission.

What a bright star.

She'll go with me.

She wishes to leave her home.

She wants to go where I go.

I'm hoping to find a trading post
somewhere on the way.

And we'll settle there for a while until
she gets used to the ways of my people.

My brother makes a mistake,

but the yellow robe
will not stand in his way.

Of course

you will need first for trading.

I have many.

You will take what you want.

My brother is kind.

About a lender.

You've been a good friend. I'll miss you.

Worst will not be back.

Perhaps one day

when you're sitting on the Braves castle
and riding with the hunters.

That day is too far.

I have much fear.

Don't be. Afraid.

These are my people.

They want her to.

What can I do for you?

I've got some furs outside
I'd like to trade.

I'll need some supplies.

Which way are you heading? Nowhere.

I'm hoping to settle down here for a while
at least.

You and the woman.

My wife and I.

Let's see the first.

I still have fear.

I was afraid the first day
I came to your camp

to remember.

These first look pretty good.

Hey, Ben. How much are you going
to give him for the squaw?

You ain't figuring on

settling around here, mister.

I am. Why?

There's
no room around here for Squaw, man.

You'll take that back.

Which will make me not any cruel lover,

that's for certain.

All right.

Now, what about the purse?

They're all yours, mister.

We can't do any business.

Now, take it easy, son.

It won't do any good to slug me.

We still can't do any business.

You can say it cleaner than that.

You just don't want us here.

Now, look.

I ain't speaking for myself,
but what just happened could happen.

All the time.

And I don't think you.

Or your woman would like it.

I'm taking you home right.

So after all my dreams of escape,
I was heading back to the Crow camp.

Well, sometimes it takes a man

time to find out where his home really is.

I was still asleep,
but breathing sounds a little easier.

That's a good shot.

I just let her rest.
That's the best medicine I know.

Yes, I do make out.

I mean, after we got back to the crow.

Find the world outside.

No longer meant what it once did.

It seemed as though he was content.

No, He was a person with a crow.

He was a crow.

Their home was his home.

And Horace was a proud name.

Yellow Robe was right.

Horace made a mistake.

It is good to have a brother again.

And now that he was their equal,

yellow robe asked him
to ride beside him in battle.

Horse.

You must not go to battle.

You forget the cruel, old bright
star yellow robe, as requested.

And when the head of a family
makes a request, it must be obeyed. But

in a few moons,

you too, will be the head of a family.

You want the child to think
His father is a brave man, don't you?

I am not thinking now of a child.

I think of you.

Then hold good thoughts for me.

While I'm gone.

Now, what happened?

How do you know all.

This noise was

yellow?

Rose. Tomas.

I have my son.

None of us will be head of
any yellow will not die.

If a child of horse and bright stars boy,

let him be named for me,

then the yellow robe. Will live on

several.

Moons past after a yellow robe
had been k*lled in battle.

And now the time had come
for a bright star and horses

child to be born.

Or what is a it star?

I have ear again.

This time

a great year.

Don't you,

old mother?

It's time to get the other squaws
to help you.

Do you?

Hoo hoo hoo

hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo.

Long vigil began.

Squaws did what they could to ease
Branstad's pain.

There wasn't much horse could do nothing
but sit outside the teepee and wait,

counting the minutes
and each one of them an eternity.

And then the old woman came out
and told Horace

that his son was dead.

It is a boy.

It's a boy.

He will be called yellow robe.

And you will be proud of him.

We will be proud of him.

But still will not be here.

But he will be with you.

And I will know that.

Don't say that.

You will get well.

You have many years.

I am grateful.

For what we have had

every moment.

Please don't talk.

Rest and stare.

I think it's never good for.

He held her in his arms all night.

She died the next morning.

His little bright star was dimmed forever.

Poor.

The hardest part was yet to come.

And that was saying my last goodbye.

According to Crow ritual,
they placed a small body

on a scaffolding to be left to their gods.

For the others.

Death was a thing that was meant to be.

But for Horace, something dear, something
he wanted and needed was taken from it.

And once again,
he was left with another scar.

And his battle with life.

Because he wept for a bright star.

He was shunned by the Crow Braves.

They never more.

And so Horace found out
he wasn't really a crow.

He was No one again.

The time of mourning is over.

Horace must find a new way

to try.

It must go on.

And there are many
who wish to be divisive.

Of course.

To leave me alone.

I'm sorry, old mother.

I can't take a new life.

There's no room in my.

Heart

to do not talk like a crow.

I guess I'm not a crow.

I never can be.

I must go back to Boston,

to my own people.

I will not see my friend again.

I'm afraid not, little Hunter.

But my thoughts will be with you.

And mine will be in the camp of the
Boston.

With my friend horse.

Among other things, he.

Learned from the crow that it was wise
to keep what they called

a private bank for personal belonging.

Each man had his own, and in his bank
he still had his furs and a r*fle.

Now he could use them

as he turned to go.

He knew that there was one thing
he had to do for the lingering memory

of his little bright
star was still deep within it.

I went back to the burial ground

to say Alaska by the Bright Star.

That's
where the old woman had come to die.

And because she had no one.

But I told her she had someone.

She had a son.

By the looks of it,
you have lost your lady.

Either.

So now you're.

Going back to the crow. Is that it? Well,

she's the only mother I ever had.

Well, thanks for everything.

I certainly enjoyed talking to you.

It's been a long time.

I suppose
you know what you're doing, mister.

But I want to tell you one thing.

It makes me proud to shake your hand.
Good luck to you.

Thank you, sir.

Come on.

I'll give you a hand.

Loosen

it, Lucky.

But, hey, you never did
tell us what your real name was.

Yes, did.

It's horse.

I guess that's what he wanted.

How's that?

And be somebody

to make a name for himself.

Yeah.