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(Solemn orchestral music)
(Atmospheric orchestral music)
(Helicopter propellers whipping)
(Men shout)
(Helicopter propellers whipping)
- [Deegan] You boys have any luck?
- [Dispatcher] Does the phrase needle in a haystack
ring a bell?
- Try down there by buck creek.
They mighta got that far.
- [Dispatcher] 10-4.
(Mouth spits)
- I want those bastards found.
(Helicopter propellers whipping)
(Somber orchestral music)
(Helicopter propellers whipping)
(Somber orchestral music)
(Mechanical saw buzzing)
(Men chatter)
- [Worker] You got the right head pallet?
- [Worker] All the way up.
- [Briggs] Sheriff, they killed one of the guards.
They cut his throat.
- Geez.
- Somebody give me a hand. - Keep his head up.
- I need some more bandages. - Here, pop 'em out.
- [Worker] You got the right head pallet?
- What do you figure they'll do?
- Keep running, make for the border.
Buy a little condo on a lake somewhere
and live happily ever after.
There's only one thing standing in their way.
4,000 square miles of the roughest country
god ever put on a map.
There's not a road, not a town.
Hell, there's places out there
haven't even seen a footprint.
- Sheriff? - Put him down there.
- [Woman] All done, let's go.
- [Briggs] Who are those guys?
- [Man] Strap 'em down!
(Car doors slam)
- Find gates.
- Lewis gates? (Chuckles)
But I thought that you...
- Just find him.
- Yes, sir.
(Footsteps patter)
- [Woman] Take it easy, guys.
(Hand bangs)
(Light buzzes)
(Soft country music)
(Switch clicks)
- [Bartender] Rise and shine, Lewis.
(Lewis groans)
(Bodythuds)
- What are you looking at?
You were supposed to stop me after three, remember?
(Dog barks)
- [Bartender] Lewis!
- I hope you remember where we parked 'cause I sure don't.
- [Boy] Whoa!
(Dog barks)
(Boots clack)
(Dog barks)
(Motor hums)
(Birds chirp)
- Lewis!
- I didn't do it, and whoever said I did is a liar.
- Busload of state prisoners went off the highway
near Logan pass last night, three escaped.
They're headed straight into the oxbow.
- I don't do that kind of work anymore.
- Lewis, wait!
The FBI showed up.
Lewis, they need one brought out alive.
Deegan himself sent me to find you.
(Door creaks)
(Door bangs)
- Tell Deegan he can kiss my ass.
- You're gonna have to do that yourself.
- Briggs.
- Just talk to him, otherwise he'll chew my butt.
Lewis, please.
- Deegan, I'm telling you what I told your deputy.
Not interested.
- Now you listen good, I need you on this one.
Drunk or sober, you're still the best tracker in the state.
- You always were a charmer.
- Briggs, is that mangy dog of his there?
- [Briggs] Could use a bath, sir.
- Well, I just got a complaint
that he's been chasing deer again.
Now / want you to take Mr. Gates down to the county lockup.
15 days for wildlife harassment
and failure to obey the leash law.
- Leash law?
- You shouldn't provoke him, Lewis.
- Hell, I shouldn't do a lot of things I end up doing.
(Gate rattles)
(Somber music)
(Horse hooves patter)
- You going in after them convict fellers?
- Yeah, it appears I am.
- My cousin walked into them mountains 20 years ago.
Never come out.
- Any message in case I come across him?
- Yeah, tell him I run off with his wife. (Laughs)
(Somber music)
- Come on, zip.
(Dog barks)
(Hand bangs)
- Where'd they go in?
- Bottom of the ravine.
Dogs lost the trail at the north fork.
- Armed?
- More than likely.
- 12-Gauge pump and .357 still unaccounted for.
- That'll be 4,000 cash per man plus expenses.
- You'll get what you're always paid and not a dime more.
- Come on, zip, I guess we're going to jail.
- Sheriff.
- Gates!
(Somber music)
(Horse hooves patter)
I don't give a shit about the other two.
Sears comes out alive.
There's one scratch on him, you don't even get horse feed.
- I'll treat him with kid gloves.
(Somber music)
(Water rushing)
(Horse hooves patter)
- What are you waiting for?
Go on, get to work.
(Birds trill)
(Dog barks)
(Water splashes)
Good boy, zip.
(Tongue clicks)
(Birds chirping) (Insects sawing)
(Thunder cracks)
(Rain slaps)
(Water splashes)
(Men panting)
(Men grunt) (Man coughs)
(Water splashes)
Looks like we weren't the only ones who got thirsty.
(Water splashes)
(Moose mooing)
(Gun clicks)
Four legs or two?
Go on, check it out.
(Suspenseful music)
(Branch snaps) (Can rattles)
Bah, damn it, zip!
I almost let the air out of you.
Make some noise next time, will you?
Hey, it's my hat, you know.
(Owl hoots)
Howdy, boys.
Ah, relax.
They ain't goin' anywhere.
We can go up and grab them at first light.
Besides, I'm beat. (Groans)
(Tongue clicks)
Tomorrow we cash in, zippy.
Maybe we'll finally get that log cabin built.
You think you could handle a real roof over your head?
Course this ain't such a bad roof either.
(Foliage rustles)
(Suspenseful music)
(Foot thuds) (Man groans)
- Huh, what? - Shh.
Shh.
(Suspenseful music)
- What is it?
- Somebody's out there.
- And the kid?
- Leave him.
(Suspenseful music)
(Gun clicks)
(Suspenseful music)
(Horse neighs)
(Suspenseful music)
(Foliage rustles)
(Suspenseful music)
(Gunshot blasts)
(Horse whinnies)
(Suspenseful music)
(Gunshot blasts)
- Hee-yah!
- He'll be back.
- Hell no, not with a gut full of buckshot.
(Men gasp)
What the hell was that?
- Hey! - I'm gettin' outta here!
(Gun cocks)
(Horse whinnies)
(Man groans)
- (Groans) Ah, goddamn it!
(Man grunts)
(Suspenseful music)
(Gunshot blasts)
Come on!
(Gunshot blasts)
(Rifle cocks)
(Gunshot blasts)
(Rifle cocks)
Shit!
(Gun cocks)
(Suspenseful music)
Who are you?
(Horse whinnies)
(Branches crack)
(Suspenseful music)
(Arrow whooshes)
(Man groans)
Who are you?
(Arrow whooshes) (Man groans)
(Horse hooves patter)
(Horse neighs)
(Horse hooves patter)
(Birds chirp)
(Dog barks)
(Somber music)
(Dog barks)
(Horse neighs)
(Dog barks)
(Suspenseful music)
(Dog whines)
(Dog barks) (Dog whines)
(Horse neighs)
(Dog barks)
(Suspenseful music)
(Dog barks)
(Suspenseful music)
(Bird warbles)
(Motor hums)
(Boots thud)
(Truck door slams)
- I was beginning to wonder about you.
Sears gave you any trouble?
- No trouble at all.
You know, we never talked about what happened.
We should have.
- There's nothing to talk about.
My daughter's dead.
Now where's my man?
- You want the rest of 'em,
you ride in and find 'em yourself.
- What the hell is this?
- That's all that's left of your runners.
- What? - They're dead.
- All of 'em?
What the hell happened?
- I don't know.
- What do you mean, you don't know?
Goddamn it, don't play games!
- I don't know!
(Boots clack)
I was moving in, everything was fine.
Then I heard gunshots.
When I got to where they should have been,
all I found was that shirt
and enough blood on the ground to paint this office.
No bodies, nothing.
- You expect me to believe this cock and bull story?
- I don't give a damn what you believe.
All I know is that I've wasted four days,
and I'm out 12 grand.
- Where you going? - Sheriff?
- I need a drink.
- Sheriff, gates is... - Just leaving.
- I'm not finished with you!
I want some answers!
- Well, that makes two of us.
(Boots clack)
- Shit.
(Somber music)
(Horse hooves patter)
(Book thuds)
(Hopeful music)
(Tires rumble)
(People chatter)
(Hopeful music)
- I'm looking for professor Sloan.
- Over there.
- Where's professor Sloan?
- Over that way.
(People chatter)
- Excuse me, I'm looking for professor Sloan.
(People chatter)
- Probably dropped them inside because... (Voice trails)
Bones are broken to indicate othenivise.
- Excuse me.
Where the hell is professor Sloan?
And please don't ask me to go over there.
I've already been over there and over there and over there.
- Who wants to know?
- Give me a break, lady.
It took me three and a half hours to drive up here
to meet this guy.
I'm about ready to sic my dog on somebody.
- You call that a dog?
- Will somebody just point out the old fart?
Lillian Diane.
You're not the first person to make that mistake, mister...
- (Clears throat) Gates, Lewis gates.
- Gates.
All right, take this to Sandy
and have her clean it up by tonight, okay?
Good work.
So Mr. Gates, what can this old fart do for you?
- You don't really look like a professor.
- [Lillian] So where'd you find this?
- [Lewis] In the oxbow.
- The oxbow, wasn't that just in the news?
Something about convicts?
- Yeah, I'm the guy they hired to find 'em.
- Bounty hunter?
- Please, a civil servant.
It sounds a little less...
- Barbaric?
- I tracked 'em for four days.
Trail ended in a Meadow, 20 miles in.
Somebody got to those men before I did.
There was blood everywhere and that.
- It's quite a story.
You know what this is?
- Well, call it a wild guess.
An arrow?
- Cheyenne arrow.
Dog soldier, to be exact.
- Dog soldier?
- Within the Cheyenne tribe,
there used to be a military society
made up of the strongest and bravest men.
They were fierce fighters, unyielding.
They called themselves hotametaneo'o, dog men.
The cavalry called them dog soldiers or suicide soldiers.
They often acted as a rear guard,
as sort of sacrificial decoys,
so the rest of the tribe could escape.
You see?
- What does it mean?
- Nothing, except maybe another one of your civil servants
beat you to those men.
- So what about this?
- An authentic reproduction.
About $15 in any tourist shop.
- I saw something in that Meadow.
- (Sighs) What, exactly?
- I don't know.
It's just that later I found horse tracks.
- And what's so unusual about that?
- They weren't shod.
I checked through the forest service
and nobody's running stock up in that country,
and nobody rides unshod horses except...
- Indians, that's what you're implying, isn't it?
- Well.
- You don't seriously believe Cheyenne dog soldiers
are running around loose in the oxbow, do you?
- No, of course not.
I'm just...
I'm not a nutcase, okay?
- I'm sorry I can't help you, but.
- [Man] Come back here!
Drop that bone, drop it!
Get back here!
Is that your dog?
- Give it back to him, zip.
- [Man] The group from the institutes here, doctor.
- I'll be right there.
Mr. Gates, it's been entertaining.
Drive carefully.
- Somebody killed those men, doctor.
It wasn't me, and it wasn't another bounty hunter.
(Solemn music)
(Hand knocks)
Zip!
Sorry.
- Are you always this persistent?
- I got halfway home before turning back.
Call it gut instinct.
- And what's this gut instinct of yours telling you?
- You're not telling me everything.
- You want something to drink?
- (Groans) I thought you'd never ask.
(Door creaks)
- Well, I'm not hiding anything
you wouldn't eventually uncover.
- Give me that, let go, let go!
(Dog grunts)
Zip, let go!
(Panties snap)
- So I'm willing to satisfy your curiosity
if you promise not to bother me again.
Deal.
- Mineral water, it's good for you.
Here we are.
By late 1864, many tribes were raiding settlements,
stealing horses.
Making a general nuisance of themselves.
But one of the few Cheyenne chiefs
really trying to make peace was black cattle.
He and his people were instructed to make camp
at sand creek near fort Lyon.
They'd been promised protection,
so that night they had a feast with dancing and games
to celebrate peace.
The following dawn, November 29th, was freezing.
A group of Colorado volunteers known as the bloodless third
surrounded the camp.
They were instructed to take off their coats.
Strange, huh?
Black cattle immediately raised an American flag
and the white flag of peace.
People were rushing around in great panic and fear.
And he kept calling out not to be frightened.
They'd been promised protection, there was no danger.
Suddenly the troops attacked.
Now two-thirds of these Indians were women and children.
It was total chaos, it was a massacre.
Blood froze instantly on the bodies.
And then the looting began.
Scalps were taken.
Fingers, ears, noses cut off.
Babies were cut out of their wombs.
Women had their uteruses cutoff,
and the soldiers wore them on their hats.
As a matter of fact,
when they put their clean coats back on,
they paraded through Denver with body parts
decorating their uniforms and horses.
- Jesus.
- Among the few that escaped sand creek
were 20 men, women and children led by lone wolf,
leader of the dog men.
The soldiers chased them northward through two states,
right up into the mountains of Northwestern Montana.
A blizzard forced them to turn back,
and they left the Indians for dead.
Here, lone wolf.
There.
Now you know everything there is to know.
It's late, I'm tired, goodnight.
- Wait a minute.
Don't you see, it all adds up.
- What?
- Just suppose, what if by a fluke or a miracle,
what if lone wolf and those Cheyenne did survive?
Isn't it possible their descendants
could remain hidden in the oxbow?
- They didn't survive.
- How do you know?
- They were starving in a hostile environment, winter,
only the clothes on their backs.
They didn't survive.
- Are you sure of that?
- If there were Indians in the oxbow,
don't you think someone would have seen them by now?
- Not necessarily.
- You are a nutcase.
- No, no, look at the wolf.
Now we know wolves exists in the oxbow, okay?
I've found their tracks.
I've heard their howls.
I even found a spot where one
watched my camp for half a day, but I've never seen one.
- That's not the same. - It is the same.
- It's not the same.
Look, Elvis is dead.
The government isn't hiding ufos,
and there are no Cheyenne dog soldiers living in the oxbow.
- Why are you being so goddamned pig-headed?
- 'Cause I'm goddamn good at it!
Look.
I know you saw something out there you can't explain.
I do believe that.
But I can't invest all this time and energy in pure fantasy.
I rely on facts.
Now we're both tired, I'm going to bed.
You're welcome to the couch.
But I should warn you.
I tend to walk around naked in the morning.
(Solemn music) (Fire crackles)
(Tires rumble)
(Switch clicks)
- These files contain copies of every issue
we ever published.
93 years worth.
There you are, son.
(Hand pats)
- Happy hunting. - Thank you.
(Pages rustle)
(Somber music)
(Door creaks)
(Pencil scratches)
(Pages rustle)
(Somber music)
Half-starved.
Nicknamed Jacko.
Doesn't speak a word of English?
(People chatter)
(Footsteps patter)
- Good morning. - Hi.
(Reel clicks)
- How you doing today, Mr. Hollis?
- When they gonna put some goddamn fish in this river?
- Oh, you know, I talked to the game warden,
and he assures me that this river is full of fish.
- Oh, he's a liar.
When I was a kid, we'd come down here...
- Mr. Hollis, this is Mr. Gates.
He's gonna visit with you for awhile.
See ya.
- Full of fish, my ass.
Who the hell are you?
- I wonder that myself sometimes.
- Hand me one of them nightcrawlers, will you?
- Yes, sir.
I understand you used to work for the railroad.
- Not just any railroad, son.
The great northern pacific, 53 years.
- Mr. Hollis.
Tell me about Jacko.
- Jacko?
(Birds caw)
Well, I'll be damned.
- You remember then?
- Remember.
I caught the little runt.
- What happened?
- Been a hell of a lot of years since I thought of that.
(Somber music)
'35, I think it was.
Me and old ed valley, we was headed up the kootenai.
Spur line needed some work.
Sometime past noon,
we spotted something run across the tracks.
First, I thought it was a deer.
Then I seen it was a boy.
(Wheels screech)
(Boots thud)
Well, ed stopped the train.
We lit out after him.
(Boots thud)
- [Ed] Hey, there he is!
- [Hollis] We chased him a-ways
and finally cornered him down on the river.
Soon as we got close, we seen he was an Indian.
Didn't speak English, just sort of grunted.
- [Lewis] What did you do with him?
- [Hollis] Well, me and ed didn't know what to do with him.
He was cold and tired, so I wrapped him in my shirt.
We brung him down to sheriff case.
He stuck him in a cell 'cause he didn't
have no other place to put him.
We nicknamed him Jacko
'cause his face kinda looked wide-eyed and scared,
like a Jack-o-lantern.
Next morning, he was gone.
We figured he squeezed out through the bars
during the night.
Well, that was the end of it.
Nobody ever seen him again.
Of course, the sheriff contacted some of
the local reservations, but nothing ever come of it.
Seemed like nobody knew who the boy was
nor where he come from.
- Where do you think he came from?
- Hell, I don't know.
But you tell me,
what's an Indian boy who don't speak a word of English
doing way out in the middle of nowhere,
60 miles from the nearest town?
(Girls chatter) (Tires rumble)
- This photo was taken just after the Cheyenne girls
arrived at the Indian school in Carlisle, Pennsylvania.
(Projector clicks)
The same girls, 14 months later.
Their hair was cut.
They were giving Christian names
and forbidden to speak in their native tongue.
(Doors creak)
(Students chatter)
(Doors creak)
So began the government's policy in dealing
with conquered plains tribes.
The policy of um...
The policy of assimilation, both religious and cultural.
- We need to talk.
Look at this.
17 people disappeared in the oxbow since 1898.
17 people, doesn't that seem a little odd?
- Do you always wear that hat?
- There's more.
1935, a young Indian boy was found on the edge of the oxbow.
Didn't speak a word of English.
I talked to the man who caught him.
An Indian boy who doesn't speak English
and vanishes without a trace.
Explain that one.
You rely on facts, isn't that what you told me?
Well, these are the facts.
- What do you want from me?
- I'm going back in.
If my hunch is right, I don't want to end up on that list.
I need someone along who speaks Cheyenne.
One of your students?
- No, oh no. (Chuckles)
- All I'm asking for is a few days.
We'd ride in, we'd take a look around.
We ride back out, three days.
If they're out there, I have to know.
And goddamn it, so do you.
(Chair creaks)
(Solemn music)
(Tires rumble)
- Mornin'.
- Folks, I'm in a bit of a rush, so come on.
Come on.
- [John] I got a bad feeling about this.
- [Lillian] Relax, he seems capable enough.
- [John] I don't trust him.
- Let's mount up, we got a long ride ahead of us.
- [John] Good luck, doctor.
- Excuse me?
What the hell are you doing?
- I'm checking the stirrup.
- Oh no, no way.
Hey kid, get back down here!
- Don't listen to him, John.
I'll see you in three days.
You go on now.
Like you said, if they're in there, I have to know.
- This ain't gonna be a picnic, lady.
I've seen this country reduce grown men to tears.
It ain't no place for a woman!
- You really are a cowboy, aren't you?
What is it you fellas say?
We're burning daylight.
(Solemn music)
(Horse neighs)
(Dog barks)
(Solemn music) (Water splashes)
(Dog barks)
(Horse snorts)
- Well, maybe we should rest.
- If you're tired.
(Solemn music)
(Water splashes) (Horse neighs)
(Knife thuds)
Smells interesting, what is it?
- Lewis gates wilderness stew.
- Uh huh, and what's in Lewis gates wilderness stew?
- Anything that ain't nailed down!
- You know, when I was a kid,
I hated the idea of camping out.
I mean, anything that crawled or buzzed scared me to death.
So what do I do?
I choose a career that keeps me outdoors 80% of the time.
You know, it's funny how things turn out.
Now I find being in the wilderness so invigorating.
Life-affirming, really.
- Jesus, wonder woman.
(Lewis groans)
- I've got some aspirin.
- I don't need any aspirin, thank you.
- Boy, aren't we in a great mood.
- Hey look, just because I let you ride along
doesn't mean I have to like it.
Now stop treating me like a child.
- I didn't realize I was.
Thank you.
- Abraham gates, my grandfather.
- You really hang on to things.
- Some things.
Well?
- Not bad.
- [Lewis] Hmm.
- If you don't mind the taste.
(Spoon clangs)
- All right, I heard that.
Frow now on, you cook your own supper, how's that?
- Is he always like this?
Good night, gates.
- Night, doc.
You're not gonna walk around naked in the morning, are ya?
- I'll try to restrain myself.
(Horse neighs)
- Oh, this is where I found the arrow and the tracks.
I got at elk hunters in this far,
but never went beyond that Ridge.
And that's the direction where the tracks are headed.
I wonder how long this weather will keep up?
- 80% chance of rain through tonight, clearing by tomorrow.
- Really?
An old Indian trick?
- Kqrp all news radio.
(Somber music)
Be careful, this damn shale.
Watch your footing, and I mean it.
Your horse goes down, you don't go with him.
- Thanks for the tip.
(Rocks tumble) (Lillian groans)
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
(Lillian groans) (Rocks tumble)
Don't even move.
(Lillian groans)
- I told you to watch your step!
You're not in a classroom!
Out here, one little mistake will get you killed!
(Lillian whimpers)
(Lewis groans) (Rocks tumble)
(Both groan)
- [Lillian] Feel free to discharge, Mr. Gates.
- Do you see that rope?
- [Lillian] Yeah.
- Well, let go and grab it with both hands.
- What about you?
- Don't worry about me, just do it!
- Ready? - Yeah!
- On three.
One!
Two!
Three!
(Lewis groans)
(Lillian groans)
Zip, zip!
Lead the horse!
Good boy!
That's it, good boy!
Now, pull her up!
(Dog growls)
(Lillian groans)
Take her her up!
(Both groan)
(Horse hooves patter)
(Horse neighs)
(Dog barks)
(Lillian groans)
You okay?
Yeah.
I, yeah.
It's just a little disconcerting to realize
that the smartest member of our expedition's the dog.
- Saddle up, we still got two hours of daylight left.
- Zip, do you want a taste?
Want a taste, hmm?
Here, zip.
Let me get you.
(Spoon clangs) (Mouth blows)
Is that good?
- Yeah, you want more? - Jesus.
Okay.
(Hammer taps) (Horse neighs)
(Hammer taps)
- You're really in your element out here, aren't you?
- I like the solitude.
Lately, it seems like the only time I'm at ease
is when I got 100 miles between me and the rest of humanity.
- It sounds like you were born a century too late.
- (Laughs) Yeah.
(Grunts) That's what my wife used to say.
- Used to?
- She died a couple years ago.
- I'm sorry.
Was she ill?
- Ngh-ngh.
We were riding in the back country, making a river crossing.
Horse spooked and bucked her.
I went in after her, the current was too strong.
One second she was there and...
(Sighs) Her dad still blames me to this day.
- What more could you have done?
(Lewis sighed)
- Drowned.
What about you?
Ever been married?
- Only to my work.
Don't get me wrong, there have been plenty of men.
Some worked out and some didn't.
It just always had to be on my terms.
- Lady, if I was born a century too late,
you were definitely born a century too early.
(Solemn music)
- [Briggs] Russell and his wife came across it Berry picking.
(Leaves crunch)
Mrs. Burton said Lewis was in the chronicle the other day.
He spent three hours going
through old copies of the newspaper.
(Solemn music)
- What the hell are you up to, gates?
- Oh, you want a drink?
- Love one.
(Flask rattles)
- Whiskey, it's good for you. (Chuckles)
Curious about one thing.
Why Indians?
- Oh, because I admire them.
And because we owe them a tremendous debt.
- How's that?
- Well, they gave us romance, myths, legends.
They gave us, they gave us a history.
The Indian shaped the character of our entire nation.
- We picked a hell of a way to say thank you, didn't we?
- What happened was inevitable.
The way it happened was unconscionable.
- Would there be any whiskey left?
- My head feels like a punching bag thanks to you.
- I got some aspirin.
(Birds chirp)
- Oh great, something's chewed a hole in my sleeping bag.
- Tracks?
- What?
- On the ground, how many toes?
- Four.
- Ah, it's probably some little chipmunk.
Chipmunks, muskrats, squirrels,
they all have four toes in front, five in the back.
All the others got five and five. (Clears throat)
Now weasels though, now they're a different story.
They tend to walk on the balls of their feet.
- Balls of their feet.
Look, we've been riding for a week, I agreed to three days.
I think we should head back.
It was a romantic idea, Indians in the oxbow.
I admit, I got caught up myself.
But we have better things to do than go
traipsing around these mountains looking for ghosts.
If anyone in my department knew what I was doing out here,
they'd have me committed.
(Bird hoots)
I don't know why I let you talk me into this.
I have classes to teach.
I have a life.
As soon as we're packed up, we're heading back.
Understand?
Gates, have you heard a word I've said?
- You want to go back?
- Yes.
I'm an anthropologist, not Daniel Boone.
(Solemn music)
Have you, have you seen my canteen?
Where's the canteen?
I hate camping.
(Gun clicks)
Gates.
What is the matter with you?
- [Lewis] Here's your damn canteen.
(Arrow whooshes) (Lillian gasps)
- [Lillian] Lewis!
(Dog barks) (Arrow whooshes)
- [Lewis] No! (Arrow whooshes)
- [Lillian] No, don't.
(Horse hooves patter)
(Lillian shouting in Cheyenne)
- [Lewis] Lillian!
(Lillian shouting in Cheyenne)
(Solemn music)
(Lillian shouting in Cheyenne)
(Solemn music)
(Horse neighs)
(Solemn music)
(Horse neighs)
- [Lillian] Oh my god.
Very slowly toss down your pistol.
- Uh uh. - Do it.
(Gun clicks)
- Don't move. - Does breathing count?
- [Lillian] Look at them.
(Men speak in Cheyenne)
- [Lewis] What'd he say?
- I'm not sure. - What?
(Men speaking in Cheyenne)
(Horse hooves patter)
(People speaking in Cheyenne)
- [Lewis] What are you telling him?
- [Lillian] I told him we come in a good way, in peace.
I also told him you were a great warrior
who wasn't afraid to fight them all single-handedly.
- You gotta be kidding.
- The Cheyenne admire bravery.
Let's just hope they don't put you to the test.
- If they do, I'm coming after you first.
(Man speaking in Cheyenne)
(Dog barks)
- Zip. - No, don't move.
- [Lewis] No!
(Arrow whooshes) (Dog whelps)
Hang on, boy.
(Dog whelps)
Hang on.
Zip?
- [Lillian] No, no, no, they'll kill you!
(Man speaking in Cheyenne)
(Dog whines)
(Man speaking in Cheyenne)
(Horse whinnies)
(Water rushes) (Water splashes)
- You were right, they're Cheyenne dog soldiers.
In my life, I never would have believed.
And yet here we are, a step back into history.
My god, I feel privileged. (Groans)
- [Lewis] Lillian!
(Water splashes)
(Lillian speaks in Cheyenne)
(Lillian gasps)
(Lewis grunts)
(Warrior groans) (Water splashes)
(Horse neighs)
(Men shout)
(Horse neighs) (Water splashes)
- I'm sorry.
I guess I'm not so tough after all.
- Like hell you're not.
(Lewis groans) (Bodies thud)
(Water splashes)
(Man speaks in Cheyenne)
She can't walk any further.
She needs a horse.
A horse!
She's weak, she has to ride.
- Lewis, I'll be fine!
- Listen, asshole, either she rides
or you're gonna kill both of us right now!
You may not understand my words,
but you get my meaning, don't ya?
What's it gonna be?
(Suspenseful music)
(Water splashes)
(Solemn music)
(Water rushes)
(Man speaks in Cheyenne)
(Horse hooves patter)
(Water rushes)
(Water splashes)
(Horse neighs)
(Horse hooves patter)
(Solemn music)
(Flute blows)
(Flutes blow)
(Man speaks in Cheyenne)
(Horse neighs)
- Let me take him.
Please, you're exhausted, come on.
(Solemn music)
(Horse hooves patter)
(Man shouts in Cheyenne)
(Lillian speaks in Cheyenne)
(Boys groan)
(Lillian laughs)
- Whatever you said, I hope it's friendly.
(Lewis coughs)
(Solemn music)
(Lewis coughs)
(Women chatter)
(Horse whinnies)
(Men chatter)
(Woman speaks in Cheyenne)
(Solemn music)
(Man speaks in Cheyenne)
- Unbelievable.
- Yeah, unbelievable.
- [Lillian] It's no use.
The Indian predates the boy scout.
The knots are solid.
- What are they gonna do with us?
- I don't know.
- You're the expert, remember?
- Well, they could kill us,
but traditionally many Cheyenne prisoners
were just absorbed into the tribe.
- Absorbed?
Yeah.
They treated their prisoners so well,
they often refused to go home even if they had the chance.
- Yeah, well.
Their hospitality ovenlvhelms me.
- Well, you can't blame them, really?
They're afraid of us.
(Men chatter in Cheyenne)
(Beads rattle)
(Somber music)
(Dog whelps)
- His name is zip.
(Women shouts in Cheyenne)
(Beads rattle)
Lillian, how do you say "thank you"?
- Neaese.
- Neaese!
(Somber music)
(Animal hoots)
(Warrior groans)
(Animal hoots)
(Warrior groans)
(Man speaks in Cheyenne)
(Horse hooves patter)
(Tense music)
(Rope snaps)
(Tense music)
(Lillian groans)
(Man shouts in Cheyenne)
- He wants us to follow him.
- I'm not leaving my dog.
- [Lillian] You don't have a choice.
(Beads rattle)
(Tense music)
(Women chatter)
(Solemn music)
(Children chatter)
(Beads rattle)
(Man speaks in Cheyenne)
(Woman speaks in Cheyenne)
- What?
- This is spotted elk, the last surviving son of lone wolf.
(Man speaks in Cheyenne)
He wants to know if we've come to return him
to the house of iron bars.
Seems when he was a small boy,
he was captured by some white men and put in a cage.
- Jacko.
Did you get a line on Mr. Personality here?
- His name's yellow wolf.
He's leader of the dog soldiers
and next in line to be chief.
- I guess it takes a real man to shoot a dog.
- You should be happy they didn't eat him.
Oh, didn't I tell you?
That's the other reason they're called dog soldiers.
(Man speaks in Cheyenne)
This is where we stay.
(Dog whines)
(Thunder cracks)
(Man speaks in Cheyenne)
He tells of many Cheyenne killed,
of his father's flight from the white soldiers.
There was a great storm.
The Indians were lost and starving.
A wolf appeared and led them to this valley.
The wolf spoke, telling them to remain here,
hidden from the white man forever.
He survived.
This was during the moon when the deer shed their horns.
(Man speaks in Cheyenne)
128 winters ago.
(Couple speak in Cheyenne)
- What's going on over there?
- I don't know.
- No, you.
- My god.
(Man speaks in Cheyenne)
They were hunting when his son got separated.
He was shot by three white men.
Yellow wolf and the dog men killed them.
He's burning up, the infection must be spreading.
- Lillian.
Tell me what he needs.
Why don't you try and convince them, and I'll ride.
(Lillian speaks in Cheyenne)
(Man speaks in Cheyenne)
- He says the decision's not his.
(Man speaks in Cheyenne)
It's good you offer,
but his people have survived all this time
without the white man's help.
To ask for it now might make something bad happen.
(Horse neighs)
(Flame crackles)
(Tense music)
(Lewis groans)
Penicillin, as much as you can get.
- Isn't that hard to come by without a prescription?
- Use your imagination.
- Right.
Tell him I need my pistol.
(Lillian speaks in Cheyenne)
Now my knife.
- Lewis, I don't think it's...
- The knife.
(Lillian speaks in Cheyenne)
Oh, one more thing.
(Lillian gasps) (Fist pounds)
- What the hell are you doing?
- That's for zip.
(Lillian speaks in Cheyenne)
That was stupid.
- Well, I'm sorry, Lillian,
but before I do somebody a favor, the score has to be even.
That's just the way I am.
(Tense music)
- He'll ride with you part of the way.
Be careful.
(Man speaks in Cheyenne)
If you don't come back, I'll be killed.
It's just the way he is.
(Tense music)
(Horse hooves patter)
(Solemn music)
(Lewis shouts) (Horse whinnies)
(Horse thuds)
(Lewis groans)
(Horse whinnies)
- Damn it!
(Tense music)
Okay, girl.
(Solemn music)
(Water splashes)
(Horse hooves patter)
(Foliage rustles)
(Horse neighs)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Easy, easy, whoa.
Easy, girl, easy.
Easy.
(Mountain lion roars)
(Horse whinnies)
(Mountain lion roars)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, girl, whoa!
(Horse whinnies)
Whoa, girl!
(Head thumps) (Lewis groans)
(Horse hooves patter)
(Horse whinnies)
(Truck horn honks)
(Horse whinnies)
(Truck horn honks)
(Suspenseful music)
You did good, girl.
(Hand pats)
(Horse hooves patter)
(Bell dings)
- With you in a minute.
(Bell dings)
I said I'd be.
(Gun cocks)
- That's the problem with this country.
Nobody works anymore.
(Dispatcher chatters)
- [Dispatcher] 611, 611, silent alarm at cadmore drugs.
213 west main.
- Don't do it, buddy.
I've got grandchildren.
- Relax, will ya?
Penicillin, you got that?
Bag it up, go on.
- [Briggs] Halt!
- Briggs.
- Don't try anything, I already called for back up.
- Oh, now why'd you go and do that?
- [Dispatcher] 396, 396, all units, robbely in progress.
- Now you just stay right where you are.
- [Dispatcher] Suspect is armed.
- Put that way before you hurt somebody.
- No more games, Lewis.
(Pistol cocks)
I'm taking you in.
- Stop that man, hejust robbed me!
(Fist pounds) (Body thuds)
- Rule number one, Briggs.
Never take your eyes off the suspect.
(Horse neighs)
(Horse hooves patter)
(Tires screech)
(Siren wails)
(Suspenseful music)
(Horse hooves patter)
(Tires screech)
(Siren wails)
- [Briggs] Lewis, pull over!
- You pull over!
(Glass shatters)
(Tires screech)
(Car crashes)
(Woman screams)
- [Man] Hey, what are you doing, no!
(Horse hooves patter) (Suspenseful music)
(Siren wails) (Tires screech)
(Tires screech) (Sirens wail)
(Horse hooves patter)
(Water splashes)
- Get outta the way!
(Tires rumble)
(Suspenseful music)
(Tires screech)
(Horse hooves patter)
What the hell are you doing, Lewis?
(Horse hooves patter)
(Sirens wail) (Fenders bang)
(Horse hooves patter)
(Gun cocks)
(Horse hooves patter)
(Suspenseful music)
(Hooves thud)
(Horse hooves patter)
(Door bangs)
(Switch clicks)
- [Officer] Sheriff, look at this!
(Suspenseful music)
(Horse neighs)
(Lewis panting)
(Water splashes)
(Solemn music)
- You think he's gonna make it?
- It's too soon to know.
Ow!
(Villagers chatter)
(Jet rumbles)
(Villagers chatter)
Okay.
(Bow and arrow rattle)
(Boys laugh)
(Lillian laughs)
(Woman speaks in Cheyenne)
(Lewis laughs)
(Pez dispenser clicks)
(Solemn music)
(Lewis chuckles)
(Solemn music)
Lewis gates wilderness stew.
Good, and it's good for you too.
Here, try that.
No?
Ah, come on, hey!
No, you try that.
(Women chatter)
No, you don't know what you're missing.
(Lillian laughs)
Oh, it's very nice, but really, I couldn't.
- This is a rare showing of thanks.
To refuse their gifts is to insult them.
(Lewis sighs)
Neaese, neaese, very beautiful.
(Woman speaks in Cheyenne)
(Dog barks)
- Lillian, what am I gonna do with all this stuff?
- Oh, what all rich, eligible bachelors do.
Find a wife and settle down.
(Girls laugh)
- Yeah funny, very funny.
(Villagers chatter)
(Horse hooves patter)
(Solemn music)
(Horse neighs)
(Suspenseful music)
Jesus.
- [Lillian] Are you shocked?
- [Lewis] You known about this?
- For a while.
Spotted elk brought me here.
He was curious about some of the things.
When game's scarce,
they're forced to hunt outside the valley.
That's when they run into white men.
They hide from most, but those that venture too close.
- [Lewis] End up here.
- Wouldn't you kill to protect your family
and your way of life?
(Horse hooves patter)
(Villagers laugh)
(Man speaks in Cheyenne)
Oh, he wants to know about the silver bird
with the long white tail.
(Lillian speaks in Cheyenne)
(Villagers laugh)
(Woman speaks in Cheyenne)
(Lillian speaks in Cheyenne)
(Villagers laugh)
(Lillian speaks in Cheyenne)
(Villagers laugh)
(Lillian speaks in Cheyenne)
(Villagers laugh)
I just told them a man walked on the moon.
(Man speaks in Cheyenne)
(Villagers laugh)
He just called me a wonderful liar. (Laughs)
Yeah.
(Chief speaks in Cheyenne)
What is it?
- He wants to know about other Cheyenne,
where they're living.
- What are you gonna tell him?
- The truth.
(Lillian speaks in Cheyenne)
(Helicopter propellers whipping)
(Horses neigh)
(Helicopter propellers whipping)
(Horses neigh)
(Helicopter propellers whipping)
(Horses neigh)
(Tense music)
(Stake thuds)
(Tense music)
(Man shouts in Cheyenne)
(Horse hooves patter)
No!
(Gunshot blasts)
(Villagers shout)
(Machine gun blasts)
(Villagers scream) (Rifles blast)
(Lewis gasps)
- Do you hear that?
I've waited all my life to hear that.
- You know something, Lillian?
We can't let anything happen to these people.
No one must ever find out.
No one.
(Tense music)
(Man shouts in Cheyenne)
(Horse neighs)
(Horse hooves patter)
(Men shout)
(Tense music)
Deegan.
- My father-in-law.
I covered my back trail, how did they find it?
- [Lillian] How much time do we have?
- [Lewis] They're three miles from the waterfall.
Half a day, maybe less.
Damn!
(Horse hooves patter)
(Man shouts in Cheyenne)
(Men speak in Cheyenne)
- [Lillian] Spotted elk wants to leave the valley
and travel deeper into the mountains.
But yellow wolf says there's no time.
They should stay and fight.
- Jesus, they'll get slaughtered.
- The Cheyenne or the troopers?
(Man shouts in Cheyenne)
- What if we created a diversion?
Maybe it'd buy 'em some more time.
(Men speak in Cheyenne)
(Lillian speaks in Cheyenne)
(Tense music)
(Man speaks in Cheyenne)
- From this time on, do not mistreat the Cheyenne.
Think of us in a good way.
(Man speaks in Cheyenne)
All of us are your relations.
(Somber music)
You exchange gifts in the ceremony.
- Lilian, they've already got everything I own.
(Somber music)
(Chief speaks in Cheyenne)
- From this time on,
you're one of the like-hearted people.
You are Cheyenne.
Go in a good way.
(People chatter)
(Horse neighs)
(People chatter)
- What?
- I was just thinking how much I'm gonna
miss your wilderness stew.
- Knock it off, Lillian, saddle up.
- I'm afraid this is another journey you're
gonna have to make on your own.
I've asked spotted elk if I can stay with them.
- Get on your horse, Lilian.
- No, my work's just begun.
I want a living record set down, a memorial,
to the last of their kind.
- Have you lost your mind?
- I've spent half my life teaching others.
Now out here with these people, I'm the student.
I'm living it.
I belong with them.
I'm staying.
- Damn it, Lilian.
- Why don't you admit the real reason you're upset?
You'll miss me.
- Let's go, zip.
Looks like it's just the two of us.
Zip.
No, not you too.
I don't believe this.
Well, I guess I always knew a woman would come between us.
You're better off here anyway.
I got a feeling I'm headed for trouble.
Take care of her.
Hmm?
He likes to sleep with it.
- Neaese.
- Neaese yourself. (Chuckles)
This oughta help.
- That looks ancient, is it still good?
- Dynamite?
It's like wine, it only gets better with age.
(Villagers chatter)
Jesus!
Hey, hey, easy, easy.
(Lilian speaks in Cheyenne)
You see this?
Over time, it sweats, huh?
(Explosion blasts) (Men shout)
Nitro, big boom!
God.
(Villagers chatter)
Well, this is goodbye.
Lil.
Can you promise me something?
No matter how bad it gets, no matter what happens,
don't let them eat my dog.
(Lillian laughs)
- I promise.
- Say, you really walk around naked in the morning?
- Do weasels really walk around on the balls of their feet?
Yeah. (Laughs)
- Well, what would you say to a goodbye kiss?
- I'd say it's about time.
(Lips smack)
- What the hell was that?
You call that a kiss?
- Well.
(Romantic music)
(Horse neighs)
(Somber music)
(Horse hooves patter)
(Horse neighs)
(Romantic music)
(Lips smack)
- Better.
- I'm a good student.
(Horse hooves patter)
(Solemn music)
(Horse hooves patter)
(Solemn music)
(Horse neighs)
(Horse hooves patter)
(Gunshots blast) (Men shout)
(Horses whinny)
(Rifle cocks)
Howdy, bill.
- Lewis.
(Handcuffs click)
- That too tight?
- I'm sorry about the cheap shot back in town.
Nothing personal.
(Water rushes)
(Horse hooves patter)
(Horse neighs)
- There's a cave halfway up.
Goes all the way through the waterfall.
- All right, men, mount up!
- Deegan.
You're making a mistake.
- You do this, you're gonna get these men killed.
- All right, men, let's move out.
- Hee-yah, hee-yah, hee-yah!
(Rifle shot blasts)
- Stop him! - Damn it!
- Hee-yah! - Come on!
(Horses neigh) (Men shout)
(Horse hooves patter)
(Suspenseful music)
(Water splashes)
(Lewis groans)
(Rifle clicks)
(Suspenseful music)
(Rifle blasts)
(Rifle clicks)
- [Deegan] Drop it!
I'll kill you where you stand!
Drop the damn gun!
Do it now!
(Suspenseful music)
Put it down, gates.
(Suspenseful music)
(Arrow whooshes)
(Explosion blasts)
(Handcuffs jangle)
(Boulders crash)
(Water splashes)
(Suspenseful music)
(Deegan grunts)
(Suspenseful music)
(Men grunt)
(Water splashes)
(Shoes thud)
(Suspenseful music)
- He's hit bad!
- What do we do now, deputy?
- We're going back!
Come here, give me a hand, I need some help here!
(Men shout)
(Suspenseful music)
(Horse hooves patter)
(Solemn music)
- They tell me that you saved my life.
You did for me what you couldn't do for my daughter.
I wish to god it was the other way.
I'm tired of hating you, Lewis.
When you're ready,
I think maybe it's time we have that talk.
(Sighs) Well.
Nobody around here, including me,
wants to see you put away for
stealing some penicillin, for Christ's sake.
So we're dropping the charges.
But there's something I have to know.
In that tunnel, just before the explosion,
I thought that I saw.
What's out there?
- What do you think is out there?
Okay.
Fine.
(Somber music)
Whatever you're protecting,
I hope it's worth it.
(Somber music)
(Ducks caw)
(Somber music)
(Somber piano music)
(Dog barks)
(Somber music)
(Somber piano music)