Devil's Doorway Page #7

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Don't be in a hurry about this.

It is serious.

- Why did you bring him here, Orri?

- Because I want you to understand your position.

This is the time for compromise.

The Shoshones had a chief

who compromised.

He even fought alongside the

white men against his own race.

Today my tribe is on a

reservation, shut in like animals.

There are a few of us left

who won't go to a reservation.

We'll stay and we won't compromise.

Would you compromise if the Land Office

reversed its decision about you?

- What's going to make them change their minds?

- Maybe my petition will.

If you had a legal claim to even a part

of Sweet Meadows, you'd be better off.

Alright, I'll make a deal with you.

If your petition is works,

I will talk to the sheep men.

Thank you.

- Time is running out. You'll have to do something.

- I promised to see what happens with the petition.

Let me tell you something about

Miss Masters. In the first place...

She is emotionally involved

with that Indian.

In the second place she's a shrew.

I regard her for, professionally.

But her petition is a fraud.

An attempt to stall the time. No chance.

Where did you get

all the confidence?

I've been talking with the Land

Commissioner in Cheyenne yesterday.

- What did he say? - If that petition

would have all signatures of everyone

...it wouldn't change

the decision one bit.

- But the Indian would still fight.

- I doubt that. Why should he?

If you went out there and stake the claim

you'd be doing yourself and the Indian a favor.

I think it

resigned itself to be inevitable.

- Maybe you're right.

- This petition could drag on months. - Yes.

And I don't have to remind you

that sheep die easily.

Excuse me.

- When did you go to Cheyenne?

- Last...

Just before the war. Nine years ago.

- It looks like the kid swallowed it. - I admire

that boy. He follows the advice of his elders.

I'll go back in town and see how the

young lady's petition is getting on.

You'll follow in discrete distance

and bring me news of the battles

as quickly as possible.

This Indian will chew that kid

and spit him out.

A couple of sheep herders down at

the waterhole, they're driving stakes.

It will save yourself a lot of grieve,

if you just get out of here.

My lawyer tells me this is land in the public

domain and I have the right to homestead it.

- I've already told you once.

- We can't let the sheep die?!

That's your luck out.

- Don't come any further.

- Anytime you're ready.

If you want that kid of yours

out here alive, move!

What's it gonna take

to teach you, guys?!

And I want to remind you that Mr. Poole

fought long and gallantly for his country.

He certainly earned the right to live.

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