01x03 - Circle of Fire

[bunniefuu]

Well, this is the sort of thing
you won't have to contend with

when the railroad
goes through.

Ah, you
and your railroad.

I wish they'd hurry
with that pull,

I got to
get the weight off of it.

Look!

MARTHA: David!

[ screams ]

Why did you have to go
and do that, ma'am?

They were just scouts
coming in peaceful.

David, I thought
he was going to k*ll you.

Now that other one
will go back

and tell the Pawnee
we're here.

And Yellow Knife will have
his whole bunch down on us.

We better get out of here,
driver.

He's right, Mose,
we'll have to risk that wheel.

Maybe it'll get us
to Sherman ranch station.

Now wait a minute.

We can't
just leave him here.

Let him die!

It looks bad.

It's worse than that.

You know who this is?

Taka,
Yellow Knife's son.

Don't know exactly how many

but it's Yellow Knife's
whole band.

Golly, I didn't know they were
any Pawnee in Wyoming.

They aren't usually,
Andy.

They live way over
by the flats in Nebraska.

They used to come over here
back in the old days

for the buffalo hunts
and that's why they're here now.

But there aren't any buffalo
around here anymore.

They don't understand that, son,
they're hungry and mad.

Andy, go outside and see
if the men need some water, huh?

Yeah.

Tribe's being sent south

to a reservation
in Indian territory.

Yellow Knife wouldn't go.

So they cut off
his meat ration.

Do you think
there's any danger?

They refused
an order to stop,

so a large force is making up
at Fort Laramie

to intercept them
west of here.
That'll be days.

Is that gonna mean a fight,
lieutenant?

It's only intended
as an escort.

We don't want to
risk an all-out fight
if we can help it.

Then there's a chance
they might come close here, huh?

Well, they might,
they're headed for the pass.

Our orders are to keep them
under long-range observation,

to warn everybody
in their path to get out.

Well, we've got a relay station
to run here.

Up to you.
Good luck.

Jess?Yeah?

Get the horses
in the corral.

Jonesy,
hitch up the wagon.What?

Andy, I want you to pack
a few clothes and things

that you're gonna need
for a couple of days.No, Slim.

Now you and Jonesy
are going to the hotel in town.

But, Slim,
I want to stay with you.

You've always wanted
to stay in a hotel,

well, here's your chance.

I don't want any arguments
out of you, or you either.

Well, let's go.

We had our orders.

Did you have
to send him to town?

It's the safest place
for him.

Yeah, I guess.

Well, it's tough for a boy
to be told he's not a man yet.

There are worse things
that could happen to him.

Let's get the horses ready,
the stage will be in soon.

Whoa.

Hi, Mose.

We were wondering
if something happened to you.

Something did. Might as well
turn those horses back.

We ain't going nowhere,
not for a while.

I see you got a bad wheel.Yeah, and that ain't all.

Howdy, Sherman.

That's the stupidest thing
I ever heard of.

You should have left him
right where he laid.

He's almost dead now.
I don't see how he
lasted this long.

Please, will you help us?

We better get him inside.

Cal, help Mose
with the horses.

You might as well
put the stage in the barn.

Put him in there
on Andy's bed.

Easy.

Easy does it.

Young Pawnee.

He must be important judging
from the coup feathers
and beads.

That ain't the half of it.

That's Taka,
Yellow Knife's son.

What happened?

Well, he was coming
in peaceful

when she had to go
and sh**t him.

But the worst of it is,

Yellow Knife probably knows
all about it by now.

Maybe some of the harm
can be undone

if we can save the boy's life,
that's why we've brought
him here.

We might stand a chance
if we got him to a doc
in Laramie.

I'm afraid he'd be dead
by that time.

Then we'll just have to do
the best we can.

I'll help.

I'll need a man to help him,
in case he comes to.

Well, I'll stay.Have you ever...

I've done it before, major.

You know me?

I was riding dispatch
out of Fort Lincoln

when you went through
to Cold Creek

with General Carter,

and when you came back.

You all better come in here,
we got things to decide.

Go ahead,
I'll take care of him.

Now Bigelow here insists
that we go on into Laramie,

but that wheel
ain't going to get us nowhere

unless it's fixed.

Now it needs a new sleeve
for the hub.

Even if we use
your forge,

it's gonna take


By that time it'll be dark.

Don't you think
there's a chance them
Indians might not follow us?

I wouldn't count on it.There's something else, too.

Yellow Knife's
not gonna love us

for what happened to his son
in the first place,

whether we save his life
or not.

Well, we have...

seven men.

We could make a stand.

Eight.

I can use a g*n.

Yes.
You proved that.

What makes you think
we can defend this place
against the Pawnees?

If their force is not too large,
we stand a chance.

And if it goes the other way,
we're wiped out.

I'm afraid
we owe you an apology, sir.

We brought you
all our troubles.

You could tell us
to move on.

Well, you see, I'm an agent
for the stage company

and under obligation to assist
the stage in any way I can.

So I guess
it's up to you people.

Well, I don't intend
to risk my life

for anybody else's
stupid mistakes.

I say let's get on to Laramie
any way we can,

stage or no stage,
doc or no doc.

But how?

Well, you've got a wagon,
no doubt, Mr. Sherman?

Yeah, but it's on its way
to Laramie.

Well, we'll have
to take horses.

There are horses,
aren't there?

That may be the way out.

You can ride,
can't you, ma'am?

Of course, but we can't take
the Indian on a horse.

Who said anything about
taking him?

We should have left him
back there in the first place,

and we wouldn't be
in this mess.

We can't leave him here
with Mr. Sherman.

We just can't ride off
and leave him
with all our troubles.

They are not my troubles,
mister, I didn't cause them.

Sherman's only got himself
to blame

for the obligation that he owes
the stagecoach company.

Wouldn't be in this position

if you'd done business
with the railroad.

Mr. Bigelow,
the Pawnees
will be in no mood

to leave standing one single
solitary building in their path.

They will follow
those tracks,

and they will know
the stage stopped here.

What he says is true, Slim.

I appreciate your wish
to avoid an attack, sir,

but I honestly don't think
it can be done.

Well, I hope it can,
'cause we're gonna stay.

Well, with seven men
strategically placed,

this terrain could be defended
against a superior force.

Particularly Pawnees with their
"follow the leader" tactics.

Now I assure you--

Wait a minute now!

Who are you to assure anybody
about anything?

Who are you to be
ordering us around?

Maybe you better
listen to him.

He knows
what he's talking about.

He's an army major.

Major?

I don't see any uniform.

Maybe I should have said
ex-major.

Now I recognize him
from his picture in the paper.

You've seen it.

That's Major Prescott,
Major David Prescott.

Well, that settles that.

I'm not taking any orders
from him.

You don't have to,
Mr. Bigelow.

Whatever he says,
I do the exact opposite.

He's probably afraid
to make the run into Laramie.

Well, I guess we go.

Looks like we'll have to borrow
some horses from you, Slim.

Well, I hope
you know what you're doing.

You coming?

Come on,
let's get started.

You're gonna let 'em do that?
Just pull out?

There's a better chance
the Indians won't attack.

I'm going out
and helping with the horses,

you better stay in here.

Perhaps we should go too,
dear.

If you wish.

So she's the reason
he was finally cashier.

He sure gave up a lot
just to be with a married woman.

The charge was conduct
unbecoming an officer.

He should have been kicked out
long ago for cowardice.

He was acquitted
of that charge.

Oh, sure,
he wiggled out.

But everybody knows
how he left General Carter

and all his men to be
massacred there at Cold Creek.

[ wagon approaching ]

Look,
there's a wagon coming.

Jonesy,
why did you come back?

Can't get through the pass,
it's too late.

Look, up there.

The Pawnee!
They're here.

It's hopeless.

It'd be better to leave it.

I don't think he's got a chance
one way or the other.

No.
Hand me that whiskey.

That's good, Prescott.

I'll bandage him.Thank you.

Dave,
you did the best you could.

My best doesn't seem
good enough, Martha.

Here, you can use this,
it's clean.

Oh, thank you,
Andy.

I still think we ought to try
to make a run for it.

We can get past that
little bunch out there easy.

No, I'm not so sure.

That shotgun
ain't gonna be much good,

except
at mighty close range.

At least everyone
will be armed.

Now you have four r*fles,

four side g*ns
including Cal's.

Now who gets which?

Let's see.

The r*fles ought to go to
Cal, Jonesy, Jess and me.

You take one of these.

Give these to the major
and Abner.

Crable?

Oh, I think the woman would do
better with it than him.

Oh, all right, give it her.

I'll give the shotgun to Crable
and get Cal's g*n for Bigelow.

Right.

What about me?

Oh, Andy,
you give that to Jess,

and you keep
your eyes peeled.

If trouble comes,
I want to know about it, huh?

Oh, and tell Jonesy
I want to see him.

See anything, Cal?

It's all quiet.

Give me your g*n though.

You take this.

You wanted to see me?

Yeah,
what about the b*llet?

I couldn't get it,
not without k*lling him.

And we've got to
use him quick,

can't use a dead man
to make a bargain with.

Help me pass these out,
Jonesy.

Sure.This is yours.

Abner, you take this.

Bigelow.

Sherman,
I've got a new offer for you

from the railroad,
one you can't turn down.

$10,000 in cash or $8,000
equivalent land somewhere.

At a time like this?

Why don't you
take him up on it, Slim?

Especially
if you can get that railroad

through here
in the next 20 minutes.

Here they come!

Go, down the back![ glass smashing ]

Jess, go stay back in there
and cover that window!

[ Indians yelling ]

Cease fire!

There's no sense
in wasting ammunition.

It'll be dark soon.

They're not likely to be back.

Might just as well be prepared
for it though.

Is that what we were all
so scared of, that little bunch?

We sure sent them
packing without any trouble.

That was just a feeler,
to test our strength.

And to see whether we meant
to fight or not.

That wasn't the whole of them,
that's sure.

Well, then we better
get out of here now

before the others come.

There's plenty more
up on the hills,

be much safer right here.

You think so, major?
That doesn't surprise me.

I don't happen to be
afraid of any Red Sticks.

Never saw a white man yet

who couldn't lick them 10 to 1,
unless he was a coward.

Then you haven't seen
much Indian fighting.

And I don't think
you have any idea

of the danger you are in.

Jonesy here reported hostiles
at the pass.

It's too late
to make a run for Laramie.

And I think
we're only wasting our time

talking about it.

He's right.

We better get reloaded
and ready for the next attack.

I'm going outside
and check the stock.

Over here, both.

David,
"coward" is only a word.

I know.

But it's one
I'll never get used to.

It won't be forever,
they'll forget.

There are always
a few who never forget.

Jess, what did they mean

when they said
Prescott was a coward?

Well, he had commanded
two companies

with General Carter
at Cold Creek,

but he was up
at the other end of the valley.

Some people seem to think
if he'd have come to
Carter's aid,

the m*ssacre
would never have happened.

Well, why didn't he?

He was under attack himself,

decided the best thing
he could do is

try and save
his own command.

Did he?Most of them.

Probably couldn't have saved
Carter anyway.Who's to say that?

The court-martial said it,
they acquitted him.

Said he was justified
in his decision.

Well, his own men
didn't think so.

I read where some of them said
they'd rather die

fighting with Carter than live
to run away with Prescott.

Yeah.Yeah, well,
it's a real easy thing

to say back
in a nice warm barracks.

Are you on his side?I'm not on any side.

You're the one
who told us who he is.

Yeah.
And maybe
one of these days

I'll learn
to keep my big mouth shut.

I figured I'd better
make some sandwiches

before it gets
too dark to see.

Good idea.

Hey, Slim...

Once we get out
of this alive,

what are you gonna do
with all that railroad money?

Oh, I stopped thinking
about that hours ago, Jonesy.

Why don't you?

Oh.

Jess, better water down the roof
in case they try to fire it.

Sure.

Abner, Mose, Bigelow,
would you help carry water?

Sure.
I suppose we'll have to.

Oh, Andy,
would you go out in the kitchen

and help Jonesy
with the sandwiches?

Mr. Sherman?

Please, couldn't you find
some use for him?

He can help us.

I'm sure he can, ma'am,

probably
better than anyone else.

But the others
don't seem so sure.

Would you speak to him?

Would it help?

I'm sure it would.

Thank you.

Major...

I'd like your opinion on

which way the main attack
might come.

Oh, yes.

I haven't had much opportunity
to study your land,

but I should think
the attack would come
from the front.

Now your barn's blocked
on that side,

and the hills are too steep
on that side,

but in front
the cover comes down close.

Then we'll guard
that the closest.

Good. There's one other thing
we should do.

What's that?Well, you mentioned
something about cavalry.

Oh, yes, there was
a patrol here this afternoon.

Oh. Well, as soon as
it gets dark enough,

we should send a man out
to find them.

Fine, I'll saddle up
and be ready.

Now wait a minute.

You're extremely
valuable here.

But how valuable
would you be out there?

How much experience
have you had with Indians?

Practically none
with the Pawnee,
but I know this territory--

I think we can find someone
who's better qualified.

If you don't mind,
I'd like to find out.

All right, major.

You had it right, major.

There's plenty of
'em up there,

all around us,
every wheres you look.

Well, maybe it's a trick.

There's more fires up there
than there are Indians.

You want to go up
and find out?

We're looking
for someone to ride

through those lines
to find the cavalry.

Mr. Sherman here
has already volunteered.

Hold it, major.

That's my job.

I've dodged a lot of Indians
in my time.

Oh, yes,
the dispatch rider.

You'll do fine;
you better saddle up.

Yes, sir.

Hey, Jess.

Here.

No, I won't need that,
Slim.

If I run into the Pawnee,
there won't be time
for anything but running.

Now the next thing,

Mr. Sherman has to negotiate
with Yellow Knife.

Then you better do it now
while the boy is still alive.

Tell him we'll turn him over
if he'll leave us alone.

I don't think
he'd agree to that.

He knows the boy's hurt,
maybe dying, possibly dead.

What do we do?

The best thing to do is
to tell him the truth.

Try to negotiate with him

on the basis of trying
to save the boy's life,

if they let us take him
to a doctor in Laramie.

But you said he might be dead
by the time he got there.

Probably,
but it's the boy's only chance.

Now your brother,

Martha and possibly someone else
could go with him on the wagon.

What about the rest of us?

We'd be no worse off
than we are.

Better, we'd gain time,

and possibly
the chance of getting help
from Laramie or the cavalry.

Is he running this show now?You got a better idea?

You think
you can buy Yellow Knife off
with the railroad's money?

What do you think,
Mose?

It sounds right to me.

You, Cal?I reckon it'll work.

Well, now--Major, what do we do?

Well, first thing is
to build that signal fire.

See you later, Andy.

Jess, you might need this.

Thanks, Jonesy.

For medicine purposes.

Thanks, Jonesy.

Keep this horse quiet
when you get to their lines.

Fort Lincoln,
remember, major?

Good luck.

Thank you, sir.

Jess.

Yeah, I know.

Take care of myself.

Lots of work to do
when I get back.

Yeah, that's the only reason
I was worrying about you.

Figures.
So long.

So long.

The fire is ready,
major.

Now just as soon as
he's out of range, light it.

Oh, Jonesy,

we'll need a blanket
for signaling.

Once more.

There they come!

David!

David!

The Indian boy just died.

You, Long Eye.

That's right,
Yellow Knife.

We meet again.

The bluecoat who can see far,
see across mountains,

through trees, find Indians.

You do not wear a bluecoat.

Not anymore,
Yellow Knife.

I know.

They say you left
the red-haired one

at the place
of the cold water.

They say you ran away,
full of fear.

You think like an Indian.

Leave a bad fight,
come back to fight another day.

The red-haired one is dead,
you are alive.

This is my friend, Mr. Sherman,
who lives in this place.

You have my son here?

Yes.

He was hurt very badly.

We did everything
we could to save him.

He is dead?

Why?

Why did you sh**t him?

It was a mistake,
a bad mistake,

done in fear
without thought.

It may not do any good
to say so, but we are sorry.

Why should I care
how you feel?

My son is dead.

Bring him here.

And bring the one
who shot my son.

I can't do that.

When an Indian
kills a white man,

he goes to jail and dies.

But this was different.

Your scout
must have told you.

The sh**ting
was done by a woman.

My son is dead,
words do not change it.

But she was surprised,
afraid.

She meant only to defend us.

She can't be punished
for that.

I won't give her up,
I can't.

It is always the same.

One way for the Indian,
another for the white man.

This time
the woman will pay.

Bring her here
or you will all die.

Yellow Knife, what good
will it do you to make trouble?

The Pawnees
have always been our friends.

That is finished.

You've always fought
on the side of the white man,

with Crook and Carter
and Major North and myself.

You fight against us now,

the soldiers will come
and punish you.

Surely you know that.

If we fight now,
you are to blame.

Bring me my son.

You will stay.

Bring the k*ller of my son
to our camp.

Let go of me!

Do you want to
get us all k*lled?

If I could have k*lled
their chief, they'd run
like scared rabbits!

I could have ended
the whole thing
right here and now!

Is that true,
Mr. Prescott?

More than likely it would have
only started the sh**ting.

That's right,
Mr. Bigelow.What do you know about anything?

It's over now,
let's forget it.

Ah, he's got you all eating
out of his hand, hasn't he?

Bigelow,
we need to pull together

if we're gonna stay alive.

I've had more experience--

Sure, you've had experience,
all right!

General Carter could tell us

something about that,
couldn't he?

That's enough out of you,
Bigelow.

I'm not taking any more insults
from a coward.

I'm not gonna
take any more from you.

Or be argued out of doing

what my experience
tells me needs to be done.

My life is at stake
as well as the lives of others.

If they accept my leadership,
you'd better do the same!

No, I'm not taking
any orders from you.

I'm not one of your bluecoats.

What kind of man are you?
Can't you see he's right?

Who are you to talk,
may I ask?

What kind of
a woman are you?

You're making us
all risk our lives
here on your account.

While you're just running away
from your husband
with another man!

Major, stop it!

[ groans ]

Stop it, major,
stop it!

Stop it!

Stop it!

I suppose
I should say I'm sorry.

But I'm not.

If you talk to Jonesy right,

he might give you something
for your face.

Martha.

Oh, David.

Forgive me.

You?

Forgive me for bringing you
into something like this.

I should have known
what it would be like.

How can you blame yourself?

Oh, the blame in
this is all mine.

It's not going to
work for us, Martha.

You've got to go back.

Go back?

Back to what?

Give you up, David,
the only love I've ever known?

I made that mistake once,
married a man I didn't love.

No.
I'm never going back.

Will it ever
be different?

Of course,
when we get to Montana,

we'll lead our own lives.

They'll leave us alone,
people forget.

[ scoffs ]

If we ever get to Montana.

Yes. We might not make it,
and that's my fault, isn't it?

No, you're not to think that.

Maybe I should have been
given to Yellow Knife.

You'd be safe then,
you'd all be safe.

I won't have you saying that
or thinking it either.

You are not to worry.

We'll get out of this
somehow, someway.

Major.

Excuse me, but you'd
better place the men now.

There won't be
any time later.

Yes, you're right.

Mr. Sherman,

there's something
I want you to know.

If there was any truth in
what Mr. Bigelow said,

the blame is mine,
not David's.

Because I went to David
when he needed help and support,

my husband accused us
of loving one another.

Well, it was true,
but not in the way he meant.

Perhaps that's why David
refused to defend himself

at his court-martial,
although he could have.

I think I understand,
Mrs. Chambers.

I'm not Mrs. Chambers
any longer.

I'd rather be
Mrs. Prescott.

We've loved each other
for a long while.

For the first time

it seemed that we could have
a life together and now...

We might get out of this.

Oh.

Boy, that would take
a miracle, Mr. Sherman.

And you know it
as well as I do.

Why don't you try
to get some rest?

Oh, I couldn't sleep.

I guess
none of us will tonight.

Brought you some coffee,
Mr. Jones.

Mr. Jones?

Oh.
Thank you, ma'am.

I hardly know how to act
with a lady around the house.

Mmm, mighty good.

The night seems so long.

Yeah, it always does

when you're waiting
for something to happen,

or working by the clock.

Who plays the piano?

Oh, I wreck it a little
now and then.

This too?

Some.

I might bust into song anytime
without even being asked.

Well, I'm asking.

You know, for a minute there,
I was afraid

you weren't gonna ask me.

I'm working on a new one,
isn't very shined up yet though,

and it's kind of sad-like.

I'd like to hear it.

Oops, there.

♪ Swing low, sweet chariot ♪

♪ Coming for
to carry me home ♪

♪ Swing low, sweet chariot ♪

♪ Coming for
to carry me home ♪

♪ I looked over Jordan,
and what did I see ♪

♪ Coming for
to carry me home? ♪

♪ A band of angels
waiting there for me ♪

♪ Coming for
to carry me home ♪

♪ Swing low, sweet chariot ♪

♪ Coming for
to carry me home ♪

♪ Swing low, sweet chariot ♪

♪ Coming for
to carry me home ♪

Thank you, Mr. Jones.

I'm afraid I'm going to cry.

I told you it was sad.

Jonesy...

we're going to die,
aren't we?

Well, now...

nobody yet's
looked in that little book

where the numbers are
written down, yours and mine.

You don't have to
soft soap me, Jonesy, I know.

You feel it too.

I'm not afraid,
I don't think.

I just wonder
what it's like to die.

No trick to it,
anybody can do it.

Like lying down
to go to sleep I guess,

or a chariot ride home,
maybe.

Does it hurt?

Dying, I mean?

No reason why it should.

Of course, it's tough
giving up something,

especially if it's pleasant.

Tough to say goodbye,

but there's a time
for everyone sooner or later.

But that's not
what's important,

it's important that we go on
living until then,

and do the best we can
without stewing about it.

I'm not stewing about it,

except for maybe Jess
out there.

You think he got through,
Jonesy?

Maybe.
We can hope.

I know you're tired,
but it'll be light soon.

Sorry.

It's all right.

You all right?

Well, some of the fires
have gone out.

Yeah.

They're probably singing
death songs

over their chief's son.

They're not likely to attack
before dawn, no?

Just as well.

I keep having
to wake our guards up.

Not a very soldierly crew,
huh?

How good a fight
you think we can put up?

Depends,
if there aren't too many.

These Pawnee
are new to me.

Is it true what Bigelow said
about k*lling the chief?

Sometimes,

for a particularly prominent
or holy man.

Like Yellow Knife?

Like Yellow Knife.

See, to his people,
he's a great man,

kind of man I would have been
proud to soldier with,

if I'd been born
with skin like his.

But come to think,
I'm not even sure that matters.

Is that the reason you wouldn't
let Bigelow sh**t him?

Partly.
There's another reason too.

If I had let him sh**t,
he'd be dead.

See, I don't believe
in making sacrifices.

Maybe I am a coward.

Maybe that day at Cold Creek,
I should have gone

charging gloriously
down into the jaws of death.

You'd have had your name
in history books like Carter.

The price was too high.

My name in the history books
with 300 more dead,

and exactly
nothing accomplished.

And you'd do the same thing
all over again?

Knowing what I know now,
yes, sir.

But I'd like
to make one of those

hell-for-leather decisions
sometime.

Just once, to act rashly
with my emotions

instead of my head.

You have already,
haven't you?

With Mrs. Chambers?

Maybe so.

[ g*nsh*t ]

Andy, what happened?

An Indian, he was trying
to set fire to the house.

The shot stopped him.

He ran away,
but I think I got him.

Hey, you must have,
there's blood on this bush.

Good boy, Andy.

What were you
doing out here?

Where did you get the g*n?

Oh, Mrs. Chambers,
she left it on the table.

I came out looking for her
and I saw the Indian.

What do you mean, son,
looking for her?

Well, I dozed off
for a minute,

and then she was gone.

Then I saw her going up that way
and she disappeared.

Martha!

Major, major!

She's going to
Yellow Knife's camp!

I'll get her.

What's going on?

She's gone to give herself up
to save us.

Why didn't you let me?

Wrong miracle, ma'am.

Martha.

Andy, you get back
in the house.

Oh, Slim. I need someone
in there I can count on.

Now go ahead.

It will be dawn
in a few minutes.

We can see them gathering.

Sherman, what makes a woman
do a thing like that?

Emotions,
her heart, not her head.

It was crazy,
but she might have saved us.

She might have.

And now...

we haven't a chance,
you know that.

Look up there.

Must be nearly 100 in all.

They'll test us
once with a small force,

just to see our positions,
then they'll all come.

Well, there's still a chance

that Jess might have
found the cavalry.

You don't think
that small patrol will help much

against this many, do you?

I guess not.[ Indians yelling ]

Here they come.

Get set, everybody!

[ yelling ]

Now wait till I give the word,
then open up!

Now!

[ g*nshots ]

Abner?

I'm all right.

[ g*nshots ]

It's pretty strong vinegar,
might perk you up a bit.

How are you feeling,
Crable?

I can still fight, sir.Good.

I reckon our only casualty
last night was Bigelow.

Anyway,
we dropped a few of 'em.

Thank you.

Here, drink this,
it'll do you good.

Where's Mr. Sherman?

I think
he went out to the corral.

Thank you.

Well, everybody,
get back to their places.

They'll be coming in
again soon.

What are you doing?

You said
if Yellow Knife was k*lled,

they might
abandon the attack.

Yes.

If I ask for a parlay,
I could get close enough to him.

If you want to die,
that's a quick way to do it.

Oh, I don't think so.

At least I can try.

Look, even
if you succeeded,

his men would cut you down
on the spot.

I'm not gonna
let you do this.

Now listen, it's worth a chance
and you know it.

Maybe our only one now.

I've got a p*stol
under my shirt.

Just go in and tell the other
people I'm going up to talk,

and there'll
be no danger.

Slim, what happened?

What's wrong with you, boy?

Hey, where's the major?I don't know.

The last time I saw him
he was looking for you.

Where are you going?

Slim, come back here!

You did not bring
the k*ller of my son.

I've come to reason with you,
Yellow Knife.

You may avenge yourself on us,
but sooner or later,

the soldiers will come
and make you pay.

They will die
and so will you.

You try to trick Yellow Knife
to save the white woman!

[ yells ]

Bye.Bye, Abner.

Thank you, Slim.

Bye.

Bigelow.

Bye, Mr. Sherman.

I'm glad your friend
got back safely, Andy.

Yes'm.

Sorry about the major though.

He was the bravest man
I've ever seen.

Remember that about him,
Andy.

I asked for a miracle.

Sometimes our prayers are
answered in difficult ways.

We all owe our lives to him.

The least
we can do is live them.

I hope I can do that.

I'm going to try.

All set, ma'am.

Goodbye,
Mr. Sherman.

Goodbye.

All right,
take it away.

Hi-yah!