(gunshot) (horse neighing)
(bear growling)
(man screaming)
(crows cawing)
(flies buzzing)
(groaning weakly)
(panting)
(whimpering)
(groaning)
- Lord.
Lord.
Don't take me like this.
Not like this.
(Eva humming)
- Who are you?
- Eva, it's... it's me.
(distorted music)
(birdsong)
(horse whinnying)
(theme music)
(high-pitched ringing)
(drumming) (man chanting in Comanche)
(Elam moaning)
(speaking Comanche) (Elam grunting)
(Comanche)
(groaning)
(screaming)
(grunting)
(Elam moaning)
(dog barking outside)
(chanting)
(Comanche)
(humming)
(woman speaking Comanche)
(Comanche)
(whimpering)
(stifled screaming)
(humming)
(Elam panting)
(drumming and chanting)
- Ah! Fire!
My house!
Fire!
(chanting)
(distant barking)
Hey.
(speaking Comanche)
(grunting)
- Ah... ah.
Mm... mm.
(Comanche)
Mm. Mm.
Mm.
(chuckling)
(speaking Comanche)
(horse neighing)
(man speaking Comanche)
(woman speaking Comanche)
- Mm?
- Give me that meat.
I done my work. Give me my supper.
- Mm.
- Give me my supper.
Give me my supper!
(dogs barking)
(men whooping)
(whooping)
(horse chuffing)
(panting)
(horse neighing)
(grunting)
(panting)
(wind howling)
That's mine.
(Comanche)
(distant chatter)
(grunting)
(panting)
(chatter)
(high-pitched ringing) Oh. Ah!!!
(screaming)
Did you see her?
Why'd she run from me?
Why'd she run from me?! She was singing in the field.
Did you see her?
She was singing in the field.
Why'd she run away from me?
(background chatter)
(baby crying)
(Comanche)
(kids giggling)
(thwack!)
- Ah!
(laughing)
(Comanche)
- No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
No! No. Ah!
Ow! Please.
Ow!
Ah!
(panting)
- You ain't her. - Who? Please, please!
My name is Charlotte Royce!
The savages attacked my husband and me on our way to Denver.
Peter's dead, but his brother's in Cincinnati.
If you can get word, he'll come find us! - You ain't her.
- No, no!
Please, please! - You ain't her!
(Comanche)
(shouting)
(crowd whooping)
(high-pitched ringing)
(Comanche)
(whooping)
(flute music)
(Comanche)
(drumming)
- Pah duh.
Wuh toh kweh nuh.
- Sourpuss?
Well, lookie here.
They said they found a bear killer out on the prairie,
but it looks to me like they got themselves a rail road man a long way from home.
- Who is you?
- Now don't tell me you've forgotten old Jimmy.
I pulled you and that Mississippi boy outta that tight spot with the Kiowa.
Cullen Bohannon, he said his name was.
Had himself a Sazerac one time at the St. Charles Hotel.
- Bohannon?
- That's right. With the Union Pacific Railroad.
- I see him covered in flame. - Oh, that's right.
Now, that was back with the Kiowa.
- Bohannon say he freed the slaves, but he ain't free 'em.
- Boy, what's infecting you now?
- I dunno.
I dunno.
- Now, hold on there, Sourpuss. Let's you and me figure this out together.
This here's Old Porcupine. He's my father-in-law.
I come here to warn him about some bluecoats I come across
about half day's ride south of here.
They on the warpath, looking for that white woman.
- She mine.
(scoffing) - No, she ain't yourn.
- Marked-up white woman mine.
- Mr. Lincoln may have outlawed slavery in the south,
but these Comanche ain't never heard his proclamation.
That white woman is White Feather's.
She's worth more than either of us has on us.
- She worth three blankets and a horse.
That's what she say. - This one?
She's worth twice that and a box of rocks.
White Feather earned her in battle.
- He earned her in battle? - Mm-hmm.
Do you know what they call you?
(speaking Comanche)
Do you know what that means?
Bear killer.
- Pah duh aw wuh toh kweh nuh.
- These Comanche believe any man who killed a bear
takes up all her power and magic and can't be defeated in battle.
I know these braves, they fixing to ride on that cavalry tonight
and they're gonna want Bear Killer and all his magic with 'em.
They think you can't be killed, but I know better.
Fact is, you gonna fill up full of bullets faster than any of 'em
on account of you only got one good eye.
And that white woman is White Feather's.
You got a woman and a baby girl back in Cheyenne.
- Her eyes worth 100 horses.
- We gotta get you back there 'fore you lose what's left of you.
(whooping)
This is a war ceremony and these braves is out for blood.
Best we go before they realize you gone.
We got to skedaddle, Sourpuss.
Come on.
Look, I... I know
you got your noggin rattled real good, but...
but once you see your people, well, well, maybe you'll start...
- My name is Pah duh aw wuh toh kweh nuh. I got magic.
- No, no, your name is Elam Ferguson. You a rail road man.
You got a family. You don't belong here. - I earn my own woman in battle.
- Son, if you go with them braves, you ain't coming back.
Now, hold on. You ain't in your right mind here.
(groaning)
(whooping) (drumming)
(gunshot)
(birdsong)
(man): Ugh!
- Savages in the woods! (gunfire)
(whooping)
- Take cover! Under the tent!
- Ahhh!
- Come on! - Up here! Over here!
(whooping)
(shouting and whooping)
- Fall back. - Fall back!
- Ah! (horse neighing)
- Yah! - Ahhh!
(gunshot) (neighing)
(men shouting)
(whooping)
- You're a rail road, man, right? You're not a savage. You're not like them.
You should be back there with your wife and baby.
You can trade me on the rail road. I'm worth more than three blankets and a horse,
enough to get you to that marked-up white woman.
What's her name?
I know you know it.
- Eva. - Yes.
Eva! You can sell me and get Eva back.
I am worth something, but only if you get me out of here.
Please.
Please. Please, you can sell me!
You can sell me and get Eva back. Please, you can sell me!
You can sell me and get Eva back! Please!
No, you can sell me!
No! No, please!
No!!!
No! No! No!!!
(woman screaming)
No. No! No!
No! No!
Help!
Ah!
(shouting in Comanche)
(screaming)
- Come on. Come on!
(neighing)
(thunder rumbling)
- You're mine! - I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!
- I warned you. - Killed him! You killed the trader!
He was trying to help you! - Shut up! Shut up!
- You're worse than the Comanche! You're an animal!
- Shut up! Shut up!
Shut up!
(woman crying)