Woman Walks Ahead Page #5

General Crook.

Mr. McLaughlin.

- Where's the Bull?

- A painter came from New York.

Seems to appeal

to Sitting Bull's vanity.

He's having

his portrait painted,

while his people

dance with ghosts.

He's not gonna be

a problem, sir.

He's shown no interest

in opposing the commission.

Get a message to this painter

and tell him I'd like him

to join me for dinner.

It's a woman, actually.

Man, those New York ladies

love a bad man, don't they?

Invite her to dinner anyway.

This is the suit I wore

to meet the President

of the United States.

It's beautiful.

But I was hoping for something

a little more traditional.

The Agent doesn't like us

to wear buckskins.

If the white farmers around

here see an Indian in skins,

they get scared.

Well, okay, then.

The suit's fine.

The Agent said we should burn

all the old stuff.

Some we burnt.

Some we hid.

For $1,000, you should

get what you want.

You're gonna need a horse.

No.

- I don't ride.

- What?

In New York City,

we don't need to ride horses.

[WHISTLES]

This is Rico.

Buffalo Bill gave him to me.

He's a circus horse.

It'd be just like

sitting on a chair.

When you click

your tongue...

[WHINNIES]

...he paws the ground.

When he hears a gunshot...

...he dances.

Come on, stroke him.

No, I don't want to stroke him.

Wherever it is we're going,

I'll walk.

- Your shoes.

- My shoes are walking shoes.

I paid $1,000. If I want to

walk, I will damn well walk.

Does the snow stay

on the mountains all year round?

It's not snow. It's bones.

Buffalo bones.

When the buffalo hear a gunshot

they don't run. They stand.

So, the white hunters

could just shoot and shoot

until they were all dead.

We used to spend our lives

following the buffalo herds.

Now they've all gone and

we have to live in one place

and ask the earth

to grow potatoes.

You'll never be free on

the prairie if you don't ride.

Freedom's in the head.

- And in the feet.

- Oh.

My feet are just fine.

Try these.

My old ones, soft buckskin.

Uh!

You got big feet for a woman.

You got small feet for a man.

[SPEAKS LAKOTA]

It means big feet. Maybe that

could be your Indian name.

They called George Catlin

"Mystery Spirit Painter".

Think of something like that.

Whoa.

You gettin' on that

damn horse yet?

You walk behind me, looks

like I've taken you prisoner.

Behind. In front.

So many rules about walking.

Can't I just walk?

Rico's taken it pretty badly

you don't like him.

It's okay, Rico.

She's from New York.

I thought you liked New York.

Too many people with too much.

Too many people

with nothing at all.

Your society values people

by how much you have...

...ours by how much

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