Is this the last one?
I don't know.
There's no ether, either.
Oh, Jesus Christ.
You there! Is this the last one?
God, what a mess.
At least there's no gangrene.
There will be if it doesn't come off soon.
Well, I can't saw
if I can't keep my eyes open.
I'm sorry.
Let's coffee up.
He can wait a few more minutes.
Uh...
Ohh...
Come here! Move it!
Uh!
Oh!
Uh!
Oh!
Oh, God!
Ohh...
Aah!
Glass.
Is that Tucker's men?
Yes, sir.
How long has it been like this?
We found them this morning.
They've been here two days.
Is that you, Lieutenant?
[Gunshot]
Sons of bitches.
Hey, come on. You better take cover.
I ain't kidding. These boys are shooters.
Come on. Go under cover.
There you go.
You went to the hospital?
It was no good.
What's going on here?
That seems to be the question, all right.
See, you could ask the major,
but he don't know.
He's busy.
He's busy trying to figure out
how come the officers' mess
run out of peach ice cream.
The general come up to see the show.
All he knows is there ain't no show.
Now, the major,
he's looking at the general.
He's thinking to himself,
"I better do something."
You know what that means.
I don't want to be
the first one across this field.
They're supposed to be beat up just like us.
Everybody knows Tucker's men are tough as cobs.
So far the only thing killed out here
is three milking cows.
That's about to change.
[Gunshot]
[Confederate Soldier Imitates Chicken]
You son of a bitch.
Some of the boys are saying
if we ain't gonna fight...
we could just settle this whole business
with a little... high-stakes poker.
Wouldn't that be a sight?
A bunch of fellas sitting in the middle of this field...
drawing cards, huh?
What is it, sir?
Looks like a suicide.
Tucker!
[Gunshots]
What's he doing?
[Gunshots]
What did you say to him?
I didn't say nothing.
You showed him, Lieutenant!
[Cheering]
Yay! Yay!
Come on back, you son of a bitch!
Come on back! Come on back!
All right by me.
Get over here!
Forgive me, Father.
He's coming again!
Here he comes!
Ray!
I got him.
[Bugle Sounds]
Don't...
Don't take off my foot.
You rest easy, son. You'll keep your foot.
As God is my judge, you'll keep it.
Bring up my ambulance.
Sir?
Bring my ambulance,
and bring my surgeon with it!
We got an officer who's worth something
lying here.
The strangeness of this life cannot be measured.
In trying to produce my own death,
I was elevated to the status of a living hero.
I was also awarded Cisco,
the trusty mount that carried me that day,
and was given transfer to any station I desired.
The bloody slaughter continues in the east
as I arrive at Fort Hayes,
a tiny island of men and material
surrounded by a never-ending sea of prairie.
Lieutenant.
Lieutenant John J. Dunbar.
Lieutenant John J. Dunbar?
Yes, sir.
"Yes, sir."
Indian fighter, huh?
Excuse me?
You're to be posted on the Frontier.
The Frontier is Indian country.
I deduced that you're an Indian fighter.
I didn't get here by being stupid.
No, sir.
"No, sir."
It says here that you've been decorated.
Yes, sir.
And they sent you here to be posted?
I'm here at my own request.
Really?
Why?
I've always wanted to see the Frontier.
You want to see the Frontier?
Yes, sir.
Before it's gone.
Such a smart lad, coming straight to me.
[Glass Clinking]
Sir...Knight.
I am sending you on a knight's errand.
You will report to Captain Cargill
at the furthermost outpost of the realm,
Fort Sedgewick.
My personal seal will assure your safety
through many miles of wild and hostile country.
I was wondering...
Yes?
How will I be getting there?
You think I don't know?
No, sir. It's just that I don't know--
Hold your tongue.
I happen to be in a generous mood.
See that peasant out there?
He calls himself Timmons.
He's going to Fort Sedgewick this very afternoon.
Ride with him.
He knows the way.
Thank you. That is all.
Sir Knight?
I've just pissed in my pants...
and nobody can do anything about it.
[Tapping]
To your journey!
[Tapping]
To my journey!
Haw!
Gee over a little bit, Jim!
The king is dead.
Long live the king.
[Gunshot]
Haw, Jim and Jake!
Haw a little bit, Jim!
Haw a little bit!
Gee over a little bit, Jim!
Gee a little bit!
Gee over a little bit!
What you got there?
Somebody back east is saying,
"Why don't he write?"
[Spits]
You stupid bastard.
What the hell was that?
What is that?
What the hell is that?
What is it?
[Coughing]
[Spitting]
[Passes Gas]
Why don't you put that in your book?
[Coughing]
Were it not for my companion,
I would be having the time of my life.
He is quite possibly
the foulest man I have ever met.
Get up, Timmons.
Timmons.
Get up.
Come on. Get up.
Oh! Ow!
Someone poked me in my butt.
Was that you?
God damn it!
Damn it!
I'm going to have a welt.
How come we haven't seen any buffalo?
You can't figure the stinking buffalo.
Sometimes you won't see any for days.
Other times, they'll be thick,
like curls on a whore.
Ho!
What about Indians?
Indians? Goddamn Indians!
You just as soon not see them
unless they're dead.
They're nothing but thieves and beggars.
Ho up there!
Not what you would call
much of a going concern now, is it?
Go down there.
Why? There ain't nothing down there.
Because I said.
Go down there.
Haw!
Hey, there, son of a bitch!
There ain't nothing here, Lieutenant.
Hey!
There ain't nothing here, Lieutenant.
Lieutenant!
Everybody's run off or got killed.
All right.
Let's unload the wagon.
What! And leave it all here?
I'm staying, too.
There ain't nothing here, Lieutenant.
No, not at the moment.
We don't know what's happened.
So, so...
things being as they are,
we might as well turn around and get headed back.
This is my post.
"This is my post?"
This is my post.
"This is my post?"
Jesus H. Christ.
What, are you crazy, boy? Lieutenant.
Fast son of a bitch.
This is my post.
Put it down.
And these are the post provisions.
Get your ass off the wagon
and help me unload.
Put it down!
[Click]
I'll let them know where you are.
Good.
Good luck, Lieutenant.
Thank you.
Jake and Jim!
Good mule! Good mule!
Haw, Jim!
Haw up there now!
Haw! Haw, Jim!
Haw, Jim!
Come on, now!
Get on up in there!
Haw, now! Good mules!
Good mules!
Have arrived to find Fort Sedgewick deserted.
Am now waiting for garrison's return
or word from headquarters.
The post is in exceedingly poor condition,
and I have assigned myself clean-up duty
beginning tomorrow.
Supplies are abundant,
and the country is everything I dreamed it would be.
There can be no place like this on earth.
[Rustling]
Bad horse.
Come on, Cisco. One more time.
Git up!
Come on! Git up, Cisco.
Git up!
Git up! There you go!
Easy.
Only a white man would make a fire for everyone to see.
Maybe there's more than one.
There might be three or four.
I know three or four who will not be making the trip back home.
We have nothing to show for this trail.
We have no rifles.
White men are sure to have rifles.
It's hard to say how many might be down there.
We should forget this and go home.
Then go.
I would rather die...
than argue about a single line of smoke in my own country.
He will not quit until we are all dead.
And if I...
Aah!
Uh! Uh!
Aah!
Uhh!
Aah!
Uhh!
Oh, look at me.
Don't...hurt my mules.
Stop it.
Please don't hurt my mules.
Aah!
Whoo!
Whoo-whoo!
Men had been living in these caves, but why?
Were they frightened? Had there been some sort of revolt?
I can make no sense of the clues left me here.
Perhaps my relief will provide the answers.
It's been almost 30 days.
Still no sign of Captain Cargill's command.
Communication can only take place if I leave,
and I don't want to abandon my post.
Though well-supplied, I have decided to ration my goods...
as if I were part of a post rather than the whole affair.
There's a wolf who seems intent
on the goings on here.
He doesn't seem inclined to be a nuisance,
and aside from Cisco, has been my only company.
He has appeared each afternoon for two days.
He has two milky white paws.
If he comes calling tomorrow,
I will name him Two Socks.
[ Singing ]
How can I marry a pretty little girl
When I got no cloak to put on?
Oh, soldier, Oh, soldier
Won't you marry me
Before the fight comes home?
How can I marry a pretty little girl
When I got no shoes to put on?
How can I marry a pretty little girl
when I got no hat to put on?
Soldier, oh, soldier, won't you marry me
Before the fight comes home?
How can I marry an ugly little girl
When I got a pretty wife back home?
[Horse Neighs]
[Speaking Lakota]
You there!
Hey!
Have made first contact with a wild Indian.
One came to the fort and tried to steal my horse.
When I appeared, he became frightened and ran off.
Do not know how many more are in the vicinity,
but assume where there is one, there's sure to be another.
Have decided to bury excess ordnance
lest it fall into enemy hands.
My afternoon rides have been pared down
to short circular patrols,
always keeping the post in sight.
I am still alone, however,
and unless troops arrive soon,
all may be lost.
It's been two days now and nothing.
My presence here must have been reported by now.
Have made all the preparations I can think of.
Cannot mount an adequate defense,
but will try to make a big impression
when they come.
Waiting.
Postscript--
The man I encountered
was a magnificent-looking fellow.
[Snoring]
I do not care for this talk about a white man.
Whatever he is, he is not Sioux and that makes him less.
When I hear that more whites are coming, I want to laugh.
We took a hundred horses from these people.
There was no honor in it.
They don't ride well. They don't shoot well.
They're dirty.
Those soldiers could not even make it through one winter here.
And these people are said to flourish?
I think they will all be dead soon.
I think this fool is probably lost.
Wind In His Hair's words are strong and I have heard them.
It's true the whites are a poor race and hard to understand.
But make no mistake. The whites are coming.
Even our enemies agree on this.
So when I see one man alone without fear in our country...
I do not think he is lost. I think he may have medicine.
I see someone who might speak...
for all the white people who are coming.
I think this is a person with which treaties might be struck.
Kicking Bird is always looking ahead and that is good.
But this man cannot cover our lodges or feed our children.
He is nothing to us.
I will take some men.
We will shoot some arrows into this white man.
If he truly has medicine, he will not be hurt.
If he has no medicine, he will be dead.
No man can tell another what to do.
But killing a white man is a delicate matter.
If you kill one, more are sure to come.
It's easy to become confused by these questions.
It's hard to know what to do.
We should talk about this some more.
That is all I have to say.
[Horse Neighs]
Yes, sir, I have.
No. I'll ask, sir.
[Clunk]
[Shouting And Whooping]
We'll be heroes!
They'll write songs about us.
What happened?
I don't know. My arm doesn't work.
You shouldn't have fallen off. Now we'll get in trouble.
It was your idea.
My idea was only to take the horse, not fall down.
Otter hurt himself.
What are you looking at? I'm the one who's hurt.
I will be when my father finds out. His bow will be across my back.
Oh, God.
[Thump]
Eeeaaaah!
I am Wind In His Hair!
Do you see that I am not afraid of you?
Do you see?
Whoo!
Aah!
I realize now that I have been wrong.
All this time, I've been waiting.
Waiting for what?
For someone to find me? For Indians to take my horse?
To see a buffalo?
Since I have arrived at this post,
I have been walking on eggs.
I am sick of it.
Tomorrow, I will ride out to the Indians.
I do not know the wisdom of this thinking,
but I've become a target,
and a target makes a poor impression.
I am through waiting.
What are you looking at?
[Woman Singing]
[Singing]
Ahem.
Son of a bitch.
No. Wait.
Wait!
Wait. Wait.
[Crying]
Wait.
You need help. You're hurt.
Aah!
Uh! Uh!
Let me--
You need help.
Let me help you.
You're hurt.
Uh!
[Speaking Lakota]
[Laughing]
[Screaming In Lakota]
She's hurt.
You are not welcome here.
No. She's hurt.
Go away from us!
You are not welcome! Go away from us!
[Shouting And Whooping]
Stop.
The soldier did not come to fight.
He is going away and we will let him.
I am in agreement with Kicking Bird.
We will go down and talk to the white man.
And find out why he is here.
If this council decides to talk to the white man...
then it will be so.
But in my mind it's not right...
that a chief as great as Ten Bears...
goes to ask the business of a puny, trespassing white man...
who has only a smart horse and a few white man's clothes.
I will not go.
You will go.
And you will go.
That is all I have to say.
Welcome.
Hi!
Come.
Please, sit down.
Sit down.
Wait just a minute.
His mind is gone.
Tatanka.
Tanka?
Tatanka.
Tan-tanka.
Tatanka.
Tatanka. Buffalo.
Buffalo.
Tatanka.
Buffalo.
Buff?
Buff--Buff--
Buff--
Buffalo. Tatanka.
The Fierce One, as I call him, seems very tough.
I hope I never have to fight him.
He seems honest and very direct.
I like The Quiet One immensely.
He's patient, inquisitive, and seems eager to communicate.
I would conclude he's a man of weight among his people.
Buffalo.
[Grinding]
I believe I made a greater impression on their next visit.
I produced a coffee grinder,
something none of them had seen before.
Is the coffee not good?
It's too strong, maybe.
Too strong, maybe.
Sugar.
Put in.
Um...
Ta--
Taste it.
Sugar.
You want some?
That's a lot.
It's good to have company.
So much goes unsaid.
I feel these people, The Quiet One in particular,
want something from me.
Made presents of coffee and most of the sugar.
Don't believe I'd go too far in saying
a foundation for good relations is being laid.
Stands With A Fist.
We will talk a while.
Your wounds are healing well?
Yes, they are.
You are happy here, with my family?
I am glad to be here.
I am missing my husband.
Perhaps you will marry again when the time is right?
Perhaps.
We have word from many places that the whites are coming.
They are coming into everyone's country.
I think they will soon be in ours.
This white man who lives at the old soldier fort...
I have visited him and I believe his heart is a good one.
I am afraid of the white man at the fort.
I am afraid he will tell others that I am here.
I am afraid they will try to take me away.
I've heard they take people away.
Every warrior in camp would fight them if they tried.
I cannot make the white man language.
He cannot speak Sioux.
It has been a long time since I made the talk.
I want you to try.
I don't know how.
Yes, you do.
I can't.
It's dead in me.
I don't ask this for myself. I ask this for all the people.
He knows things about the whites which we do not.
Now, you must remember.
I can't.
Will she make the white words?
She won't try. She is being difficult.
Well, she's the one who's crying.
Perhaps the difficulty is yours.
Christine!
Get 'em, Joe! Get them chickens!
Billy, you get away from those puppies!
Mommy! I need my puppy!
Go get him!
Damn!
Get the kids, and get them in the house.
Go on!
In the house.
Christine!
Where are you?
Joe, get in the house right now!
Who is it, Willie?
They look like Pawnee.
My father and your father are talking to them.
What do they want?
I don't know.
Go on. You heard him. Get out of here.
Run, Christine!
I said run!
Joe! Joe!
Christine!
[Whooping]
Mommy! Mommy!
Mommy!
Mmm. Mmm.
Come on, Two Socks.
Bacon.
Two Socks, like Cisco, has become a trusted friend.
He won't eat from my hand,
but he never fails to alert me when something is wrong.
Tatanka.
No, I haven't seen any buffalo.
Sorry.
Are--Are you hungry?
Are you hungry?
I have food. I have a lot of food.
Nothing I've been told about these people is correct.
They are not beggars and thieves
or the bogeymen they've been made out to be.
They are polite guests with a familiar humor I enjoy.
Real communication is slow, however,
and The Quiet One is as frustrated as I am.
Most progress has been built on failure rather than success.
I've thought to inquire
about the woman I found on the prairie,
but it's a complicated subject, given our limitations.
One thing is clear. There are no buffalo.
It weighs heavy on their minds.
Yesterday's meeting was the best.
I've been invited to the village.
I'm looking forward to going.
We were waiting for you.
Now tell him we are glad that he is here.
Um...
H-H-Hello.
You...
here...
good.
Thank you. I feel good.
[Translating]
Ask him why he is at the soldier fort.
Um...
the--the s-s-soldier fort.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
What is your names?
Our names?
What is his name?
He's right. Introductions should come first.
H-H-He...
He Kick--
Kick.
Kick?
More.
More Kick?
More Kicking?
Kicking.
Um...
Bird?
Bird Kicking Bird.
[Speaking Lakota]
What is he...
Is he Chief?
No. H-H-H--
[Speaking Lakota]
H-H-H--
[Speaking Lakota]
A ho-ho-holy man.
Holy man.
Your name?
I--I-- I don't--
What are you called?
[Speaking Lakota]
Get--Get up?
Stand up?
Stands?
Stands. Your name's Stands?
Stands. Stands.
With.
With?
With.
Stands With?
With.
Fist?
Yes.
Stands With A Fist?
Stands With A Fist, I'm John Dunbar.
John--John Dunbar.
Dunbar.
John Dunbar.
Dumb Bear.
No, not Dumb Bear.
Dunbar.
Dumb...
--bar.
Not Dumb Bear.
Dun-bar.
There's been an exciting breakthrough with the Indians.
The woman I found speaks English,
and today, clear progress was made.
I'm reluctant to answer all their questions.
Something tells me not to say too much.
It was good to see Fort Sedgewick again,
Yet I look forward to another visit with my new neighbors.
This is still my home,
and I remain watchful for my relief
and hope my negotiations will bear fruit.
[Rumbling]
[Rumbling Grows Louder]
[Drums Beat And Chanting]
Buffalo!
I've seen buffalo!
[Whooping]
Buffaloes! Buffaloes!
Tatanka?
Yeah.
[Speaking Lakota]
[Cheering]
Riders were sent to pick up the trail.
By the time I gathered my things,
the entire tribe was well on its way.
Their efficiency and the speed at which they moved
was enough to impress any military commander.
I've gone from a person of suspicion
to one of genuine standing.
I am greeted with open smiles
and looks of appreciation.
In short, I have become a celebrity.
Lieutenant!
Scouts picked up the trail where I said it would be.
It was not hard to find--
a gigantic swath of torn-up ground
extending to the horizon.
The numbers it took to create this image
was hard to imagine.
Lieutenant!
Who would do such a thing?
The field was proof enough
that it was a people without value and without soul,
with no regard for Sioux rights.
The wagon tracks leading the way left little doubt,
and my heart sank, as I knew it could only be white hunters.
Voices that had been joyous
were now as silent as the dead buffalo left to rot,
killed only for their tongues
and the price of their hides.
[Drums Beating]
[Whooping]
As they celebrated into the night the coming hunt,
it was hard to know where to be.
I don't know if they understood,
but I could not sleep among them.
There had been no looks, no blame.
There was only the confusion of a people
not able to predict the future.
[Whooping]