Cheyenne Autumn Page #2

I came here to carry out a task.

I can't leave now.

Bunking in this schoolhouse

won't help.

It will show them

that I'm on their side.

Not unless you can change color.

You know what they call whites?

- And veho means "spider"!

- Means "spider"!

That's right.

- That's what they think of all of us.

- And why shouldn't they?

How many Cheyennes have you fought?

How many have you killed?

Deborah, look, will you take

the blinders off just for once?

You claim no self-respecting Quaker

could fall in love with a soldier...

...but you've fallen in love

with a whole tribe of them.

Have you ever seen a Cheyenne?

- Of course, I have.

- No, you haven't!

All you've seen is reservation Indians,

looking pitiful as fish out of water.

But give them a chance, they're

the greatest fighters in the world.

Will you listen to me?

It takes a blue coat to make

a white man a soldier.

But a Cheyenne is a soldier

from the first slap on his bottom.

War is his life.

He's fierce, he's smart.

And he's meaner than sin.

Possibly you can only think of the past,

but I'm here to think about the future.

All right.

You think of the future.

Want some help?

I'll manage.

Better keep that lamp lit tonight.

And if anything happens,

ring the bell.

- Little Wolf.

- Yes?

- What's happened?

- This is not the place for you.

Spanish Woman...

...where are they going?

- Home.

- Home?

What you call Yellowstone country.

What about the children?

They are Cheyenne.

But who will care for them?

We will do what we can.

They are Cheyenne.

Dull Knife, the old chief

is much too sick.

He'll never make such a trip.

Let...

If he lives to ride

even a mile closer to home...

...he will die as a man should.

There will be no more dying

in this place.

They've skipped.

Thank God.

What the hell do you mean by that?

I've waited since I was 10 years old

for this chance.

Then you're a damned idiot.

I want D Troop ready

and mounted in 10 minutes.

E Troop and wagons to follow

under your command.

No artillery. Plumtree!

- Come here!

- Yes, sir!

E Troop and train reporting, sir.

You brought the wagons

along too fast, Mr. Scott.

Draft animals can't stand it.

They can rest up tonight.

They can?

Well, that's an assumption

you had no right to make.

We're gonna keep moving.

That's fine with me, sir.

- Scott, tell me something.

- Sir?

What put the blood in your eye?

It's just a private matter, sir.

Nothing that affects

an officer's conduct is private.

My father died

in the Fetterman Massacre back in '66.

Mother and I were at the fort

when they brought his body in.

I was only 10 years old.

Until that time,

I never wanted to be a soldier.

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