The Last Hunt (1956) Script



Lose many?

All I had.

Ah, dumb, crazy buffalo.


Gilson's my name.

Charlie Gilson.


Sandy McKenzie?

Hey, wasn't you meat hunter for the army engineers a couple years back?


There's talk about you from Texas up through Arkansas, even here in the Dakota territory.

Talk you must've killed more buffalo than anybody.

Too many.

4 years of planning and saving gone in 4 minutes.

Ah, there ain't no money raising cattle.

Not real money.


Good grass around Mitson Rock.

Rich earth, plenty of water all year-round.

All I wanted was a place of my own, raise some stock.

Hoped I was through chasing buffalo.

Maybe they ain't through chasing you.

What do you mean by that?

Only this, mister.

Buffalo hides bring in $2.00 a piece.

Buffalo tongues selling for 50 cents.

Not interested, Gilson.

Much obliged.

Well, we got him for a start.

What do you say?

Takes money to run an outfit.

I got enough.

All right.

I've changed my mind, mister.

You want to go slaughtering buffalo, you go ahead.

Me, I want to get the stink of 'em out of my insides.

I'm fed up on killin'.

Seems like all I've ever known since I was a kid was killin' one way or another.

There ain't nothin' wrong with that.

Killing's natural.

Not to me it ain't.

Sure it is. The war taught me that.

The more you killed, the better man you was.

Killin', fightin', war.

That's the natural state of things.

Peacetime's only the... Resting time in between so's you can go on fightin'.

I was in the war, too, and on the same side you was, but I wasn't in it for the killin'.

All right, have it your way.

You want to live peaceful.

Buffalo won't let you.

They wiped you out, now you wipe them out.

You want to live, they gotta die.

Their hides would pay for your new stock of cattle.

You'd be killing for your reasons and me for mine.

Well, glad to see you again, Jimmy.

Got yourself some good pelts here.

What you want to take back to the reservation?

I ain't goin' back.


I'm gonna get me a job.

I'll take this for a starter.

You better get rid of those reservation clothes and dress like a white man.

Better get a haircut, too.

You know, with that red hair, nobody'd take you for an Injun.

Would they take me for a half-breed?


'Cause I guess that's what's important.

Yeah, I guess it is.

You better fix yourself up some clothes.


Hi, ed.

How's the cattle business?

Well, I'll tell you. That's a long--

Easy with that gun, boy.

You just had a close call.

Oh, put it away, Charlie.

This boy ain't out to trouble us.

How do you know he ain't?

He just ain't got a "trouble us" look.

You better give me that till you leave.

No sense getting hurt too soon.

Tell him what we need.

100 pounds of lead.

150 pounds of powder.

6 cases of primers.

And one case of knives.

I thought you was through with buffaloes.

What's it to you?

It's nothing to me, mister.

My partner Charlie Gilson.

Glad to know you.

I'll take this Winchester.

What about a Skinner?

Hey, is old Woodfoot still around?

Last I heard, got into a fight, cards or something, busted his pegleg.


A one-legged buffalo Skinner?

And 2 of the best hands with a hide.

If he'll hire on, which he probably won't.

Ed, I'll give you the rest of the order later on.

Take it easy, boy.

Now, who said you could do that?

I was just givin' him--

Carries his own scalp.

Stinkin' Indian.

Shot him in the back of the head, that's what he did.

7 years ago in deadwood city.

August of '76.

I was there.


He outdrew Hickok, that's all.

Outdrew wild bill?


That's what it was.

Wild bill was playing a hand of poker in Karl Mann's saloon.

In comes Jack McCall.

Cross-eyed, broken-nose whiskey head.

Shot poor bill in the back of the head.

And the cards that wild bill was holdin' was aces and 8s, and that's why, you crummy tenderfoot, that's why they call aces and 8s a dead man's hand.

Hey, you go by the name of Woodfoot?

Just think on it.

Custer, Hickok, California Joe-- all dead inside of 5 months.

They're giants, mister, giants.

Want to hire on as buffalo Skinner?

Buffaloes. Every skunk and his uncle who can afford a gun is a buffalo hunter.

60 a month, starting tomorrow.

Listen, mister, you're talking to the best buffalo Skinner alive, bar Injun women.

I've skinned more buffalo than there are people west of the Mississippi.

I've skinned for the Santa Fe and the army and wild bill. I--

I pulled and yanked on buffalo hides until my guts ached and my clothes were stiff with buffalo grease, and they smelled enough to knock a dog off a gut wagon into a dead faint.

You want the job or don't you?

What, for you?

I skinned for the best, mister.

I've seen hunters come and go.

You ain't any hunter.

65 a month and enough whiskey to keep you working.

You ain't any hunter, Sonny.

The only good buffalo hunter left is Sandy McKenzie.

He's my partner.


You know, mister, you'd be the second-biggest liar in Dakota.

You'd be the first and champeen if it wasn't for me.

McKenzie is through hunting.

He quit. He's smart. He quit afore he got spooked.

You ever see a hunter spooked by the buffalo, Sonny?

It's a sight to see.

You ever seen a spook, Woodfoot?

Not me.

But then I never killed any buffalo.

But I have seen 'em that was spooked, yes, sir.'s gets 'em all sooner or later.

It gets 'em all, man and boy, inside of...

A year, couple of months.

The buffalo spook will get you, too, Sonny.

Yeah. And one day you'll wake up and there it'll be inside of you, runnin' ziggy-zaggy like burnin' blood.

Oh, don't scoff me, mister.

I've seen what they've done to twice your kind of man.

Turn 'em crazy.

Makin' 'em kill and kill and kill like...

Nothin' born of woman or in the likeness of god.

Drivin' a man until he's killin' crazy, till he'll wake up at night and he'll hear the stampede of buffalo and see 'em by the thousands.

Hearin' 'em and seein' 'em where there weren't any buffalo, nary a one. Spook ball.

Daffy spooked.

Till the trigger finger couldn't stop jerkin' and shootin' and killin' and...

Reach for your gun, mister.


Bang bang.

Ha ha ha ha ha!

Ha ha ha ha!

What's his stuff?

Well, just those old pants and that rebel shirt and that music box.

What'll it take to bail him out?


Ain't got anyplace else to sleep.

All the beds in town is took.

He owes some money, though-- much obliged.

Hi, boy.

Take it easy, boy.

Looks like you already lost your gun.

You don't want to lose your life.

You need a drink.

What's your name?

Jimmy O'Brien.


Mother Injun?


Where is your mother?

She's dead.

Your father?

Who bore down on you?

No, wait.

Now you can drink.

?? Yellow Rose of Texas ??

?? Da de da de da de ??

You want to meet her?

Money gone, too, hmm?

It seems they took you to the fair.

Too old to suck and too young to die, huh?

What are you gonna do for eats?

Get me a job. I'm a good trapper.

Me and my partner's looking for a couple of skinners.

Buffalo. Pays 60 a month.

Summer hides ain't worth much, are they?

They pay the same as prime hides these days.

They use 'em for leather.

Well, you want the job?

Yes, sir.

We'll be gone a long spell.

You want to dance with her?

They don't like Indians.

Oh, I see.

Let's go.

Got us your Skinner.



Ha ha ha!

Why, you old...

I thought I'd lost you.


Hello, Sonny.

Buffaloes still after you?

You all right, pop?


I got us a Skinner, too.

Smells like the same Injun to me.

Name's Jimmy.

Keep him away from me.

You come along with me.

Hyah, mule!

Get outta here!


Take a look around, huh?

Hey, mule!

Ha ha ha!

Ha ha ha!

Are you crazy?

What's the matter, Sonny, sand runnin' out of your boots?

Who told you you could drive mules?

I'll show you drivin'. Hey, mule!

Let go!

Hey, mule!

Hey, mule!






Hey, mule!


Ah ha ha ha ha!

Look at that wagon.

I got a mind to kill that old loon.

We'll get along.

Tell you what we'll do.

Me and the old man'll go scout around for a camp, and you and the boy go round up the loose mules.

Who are you tellin' what to do?

Glad to see you again, Sonny.


What got you back in the butcherin' business?

Easy money.

Ah, I never knew easy money without a bad conscience.

I already got the bad conscience.

Might as well have the money.

Something bothering you, Sonny?

Yeah. How come a fool like you has lived so long?

Well, that's easy.

You see, a man in a boy's world don't find it hard to get along.

Ha ha ha!

Don't drive him too far.

He's liable to explode.

Ah, he will.

He won't need any help from me.

Don't you ever get tired?

The only thing tires me is people.

Get the cork out.

You do more work with one leg than the rest of us.

A man works with his back, not his feet.

How did you lose it?

What, the leg?

Ah, I got stinkin' drunk in a blizzard, fell asleep, froze up fast.

Sandy carried me 15 miles on his back. Saved my hide.

But I lost my leg.

And you didn't give up drinkin'?

I still got one good leg left, ain't I, son?

Will you have some?


That's a smart boy.

We need some fresh meat.

I'm gonna get us some.

All right.

Well, I... Ain't cut out for this homesteadin' work.

All right.

I'll get us a buffalo.

It's about time we started makin' some money.

It's a bit windy yet.

It's just the way I like it.

?? Our meat was always buffalo ??

?? and iron wedge bread ??

?? and all we had to sleep on ??

?? was a buffalo robe for a bed ??

?? the fleas and the graybacks ??

?? worked on us ??

?? so, boys, it was not slow ??

?? I tell you ??

?? there's no worse place on earth-- ??

?? Earth ??

?? than the range of the buffalo ??

Lousy bugs.

I don't see nothin' so funny.

That powder costs like gold.

How come the bugs don't bite you?

Oh, they bite me, Charlie.

I just don't take it personal they way you do.

You figure everybody and everything's agin' you.

Heat's agin' you. Cold's agin' you.

Skeeters and Indians are agin' you.

You even figure me and Woodfoot's agin' you.

We ain't agin' you.

Hey, Sonny.

You're makin' those bullets so fast, maybe they ain't accurate.

Oh, no.

He makes 'em better than me.

Twice as fast and better.

Charlie's sure got the knack when it comes to guns.

Hey, Charlie.

How'd you learn about guns?

Not from killin' buffalo.

From killin' Injuns.

Maybe I could learn you something about that.


I got no taste for killin'.

You know anything about live Injuns?


Then how do you expect to-- don't tell me.

That's information I just won't be needin'.


Smoke that.

Try a little smudgin'.

Where you from, Mr. Kenzie.

Well, I'll tell you, boy.

Mostly from wherever there's been buffalo.

That makes you belong to the Dakota territory, then.

How's that?

This is the last place you'll see buffalo.


There ain't no end to the buffalo.

None of us'll live to see the end of 'em.

I don't know. They're thinnin' out already.

They'll be back, plenty.

With what the hunters kills and the Injun takes, there might not be any to come back.

Then there's...

There's them that kill themselves.

Just like that time over at Cheyenne Wells.

Whole herd stampeded off a bluff in a blizzard winter of '61.

Skin and bones 10 feet deep and near a mile long, I guess.

About 100,000 buffalo dead.

Back in '73, I remember the Arkansas when there was no end to buffalo.

'74 they was gone.


Just bones.

Millions of bones.

Their carcasses stripped naked for the hides.

The stink of it.

The shame of it.

A thing to study what a man will do.

Ain't nothin' to be proud of.

The way you talk, it's a crime to hunt buffalo.

Maybe it is, Charlie.

Then how come general Sheridan gave out medals to buffalo hunters?

I seen one of 'em-- a dead buffalo on one side, a dead Injun on the other.

The army was for the hunter.

Sure, during the Indian war.

Every dead buffalo meant a starving Indian.

The army couldn't lick the Injuns, so they wanted to starve 'em back on the reservation.

What's wrong with that?

You've got the makings of a good buffalo hunter, Charlie.

You just keep at it.

Hey, boy, saddle my horse.

Hey, where do you think you're going?

I'm gonna get them lousy horse-thievin' Injuns.

Now? Tonight?

Now. Right now.

You trail 'em and I'll get 'em.

Take it easy. We'll get our mules back.

Nobody can pick up a trail in the dark.

I'm gonna get them mules.


Stealin' horses ain't a crime to an Indian.

They don't think the way we do.

Indians ain't even human.

There's places they got a bounty on 'em, so much a head.

Not just horse thieves. Any Injun.

You comin'?



Not me, Sonny. I'm part thief myself.

Besides, you're the man with the gun.

Hyah. Hyah.

This your kid?

Get up.

Bullet only creased you.

You're lucky.


Why, thank you.

Where you come from, huh?

You want it?

You want it?

Well, I got us back our mules.

Why didn't you kill the girl, too?

Ah, that wouldn't be very sensible, would it?

Hey, boy!

If she didn't have that kid, though...

Maybe it ain't hers.

Hey, you speak this woman's lingo?


Ask her is that her kid?

Tell her to move into the shack.

Tell her I'm hungry, too.

They say killin' makes some men powerful hungry.

Yeah. Don't it?


How are you, young fella?

What you doin' here, huh? Fishin'?

What do you want, this?

Where's your ma, huh?

Where's your ma?



There's your ma.

I--I just happened...

Mr. Kenzie-- how about some hot water?

Charlie, about this Indian girl...


Mr. Kenzie, what's a buffalo stand?

What's your name, honey?

What kind of shootin' does it take to make a buffalo stand?

Well, what stops a buffalo from running away?

Well, you see, you pick out the leader.

That's the bull that's watching for trouble.

He's always on the outside of the herd, on the upwind side.

But, you gotta kill him, though.

See, if you only wound him, then he starts hoppin' around, runnin' crazy.

He scares the rest of the buffaloes, and you got a stampede instead of a stand.

And you always shoot the one on the outside of the herd?

That's right.

The ones that are walkin' or wanderin'.

Funny thing about buffalo-- one of 'em falls dead, and the rest of them all nuzzle around, bawlin', chewin' their cuds, not knowin' what to do, but...

You let one of those bulls start to move, and---- Your stand's over.

Do you know anyone as fast with a gun as Charlie?


Not around here, leastwise.


Hah, mule!

Hey, I thought I made a big stand, but you got me beat.

You have to kill him?

Well, you didn't look like you was goin' to.

Big medicine.

With the Indians, it's big medicine.

Ah, you ain't all Injun.

Start skinnin' this one.

Not me.

I ain't skinnin' this one.

Ah, sure you will.

Leave him alone.

I'll do it.

Never mind, boy.

Start on some of the others.

Hey, this one'll probably bring as much as all the others put together.

I heard of a white buffalo hide once bringing $2,000.

We did pretty good.

Didn't we, though?

That Mr. Charlie, he sure hates the Indian, don't he?

Well, why not?

The Injun don't eat with no fork, same as Charlie.

Injun treats his women free and easy, same as Charlie.

Injun blows his nose with his finger, same as Charlie.

Now, you see, Charlie don't like himself so much, so he don't like the Injun any better.

Seems fair enough, don't it, son?

White buffalo.

You take away our food...

And now you kill our religion.

Where did you learn to speak English?

Didn't I hear her speaking American?

Hmm? Nah. Give me a hand here, huh?

Ah, it's a white one, huh?

Hey, Woodfoot, play somethin'...

Somethin' lively.

Hey, Charlie, how's it feel to kill so many buffalo?

What you mean?

Oh, you know...

Shootin' hour after hour, feelin' that you got the...The almighty power of life and death in your hands.

Only some dumb, lousy buffalo.

Well, any different from killin' a man?

Don't it make you feel different?

I don't know.

Well, do it make you feel big or special?

Is it the same kind of feelin' you get around a woman, maybe?

Yeah, maybe somethin' like that, only...


If you're gonna throw a gun on somebody to kill, then...

Well, it's like somethin' important's gonna happen, somethin' that can't be changed back to the way it was ever again.

Killin's like, eh...

Like the only real proof you're alive.

Y-you know what I mean.

You killed more buffalo than anybody.

How's it make you feel?

Ah, who cares?

Drink, Sandy?

No, thank you.

What's eatin' you, anyway?

You got somethin' against me?

Ain't you, Charlie.

No, it ain't me...

But you know what it is, all right.

It's her, ain't it?

Well, ain't it?

You wouldn't understand, Charlie.

Stay away from her.

Stay away from her.

Hey, Sonny, come here.

Come on.

Hey, boy.


Come on. Come on, try it.

You come try it.

Go on. Wait a minute.

"You wouldn't understand, Charlie."

I understand plenty.



Do you want it? Do you wanna take it?

Good night, everybody.


Let up, Charlie. He don't mean no harm.

This is my friend Spotted Hand.

Him and me, we-- we grew up together, hunt together, fight together, go look for big medicine together.

He's a good hunter.

Is it all right if he has some meat?

Oh, sure.

You want to trade the white one?

What's he got to trade?

What, them old crow baits?

Probably stole 'em, anyway.

No. Them's Injun ponies.

That's what you say.

Try one. Find out.

Ha ha!

Ha ha ha ha ha!

Hey, you mount the injun pony on the right side, not the left side like we do.

Say, Charlie, I know what that hide's worth.

I didn't ever want it in the first place.

Big medicine.

You're startin' to sound like an Injun yourself.

It means a lot to that boy.

What do you say, Charlie?

I shot it, and I say no.

Tell him it's no trade.

Hey, I believe that Injun's got half a notion to fight.

Tell your friend to take his meat and get out of here, quick.

No. Hold it.

If he wants to fight, I'll fight him for the hide.

Fight? You mean with your hands?

He carries a pistol, too, don't he?

Don't understand.

If he shoots you, he gets the hide, but if you shoot him, you get nothin'.

He don't savvy.

He wants to know what you get out of it.

Pleasure, boy, just pure pleasure.

This ain't a gunfight, Charlie.

It's murder.

You feel like murder this mornin', already?

Why don't you stay out of this?

All right, tell him it's the white hide against his 2 horses...

And that silly black hat he's wearing.

Woodfoot, step off 30 paces.

What's he sayin', boy? Is he crawlin' out?

No. He says it's a good day to die.

He's ready, then?

I better explain to him he's gotta draw before he shoots.

Let it go, boy. I'll give him that much of an edge.

Let 'er buck.

What I want to know is what was he gonna do with that hide?

He would have stretched that hide on a tree and let it rot.

An offering to the sun. It's their religion.

Ah, Injuns ain't got no religion, not real religion.

Oh, yes, they have, Sonny.

It's just the same as ours, only they don't pass the hat after they pray.

I'll be damned.

What's the matter?

He ain't dead.

Losin' your touch, Sonny?

Well, I'll be damned.

That's for sure.

Here, Sandy.

You through with this?


Plasterin' manure on a wound like that.

White man'd be dead.

Over a stinkin' buffalo hide.

I don't get it.

It's patay.



It's the Injun word for buffalo.

Means an awful lot to the Injun-- meat, robes for wintertime, tanned hides for clothes and teepees, shields for war.

The skin off the buffalo's hind leg makes moccasins.

They use every ounce of him, I gather.

Patay means buffalo.

Buffalo means life to the Injun.

So they made a religion of 'em.

All right.

Get the ponies.

What you provin', anyway?

Ah, kid knows he's gonna die.

Wants to go home to his own people.

Boy can go with him.

It's a long walk back to the Sioux reservation.

We can use the Injun's ponies.

I won them horses.

He wants to go back...

He's walkin'.

In a way, Charlie, you're a special case.

I've never known a gun to wear a man before.

Now grow up.

Put that gun away.

You want me to come right back here?


Get off them horses, both of you.

Thought I told you to put that gun away.

I could shoot out both your eyes before you took another step.

Sure, you'd kill me, Charlie.

But while you're doin' it, I'd gut you from belly to brisket.

He's dead.

I better take a look at the mules, quiet 'em down with a little music.

Wolves bound to make 'em restless.

I wonder, did that woman like Charlie or hate him?

What's the matter with you, anyway?

Ain't you got no feelings like a...

Like a white woman?

Why don't you-- why don't you cuss me?

Say you hate me. Say something.

Don't just...

Lay there like a dumb animal.

You ain't so dumb, at that.

You know I won't take you, not when you're this way.

Figure to outlast me, don't you?


You'll change your mind.

And when you do...

?? A-down ??

?? affection's ??

?? cloudless sky ??

Do you like him?

Why do you stay here?

Where shall I go?

Back to your own people.

I'll help you.

My people are starving.

This child must live, so I stay.

You made a brother of the one with the red hair.


You are gentle with the child.


You hold no hatred for my people.


I was raised around your people.

They taught me how to ride, how to hunt, and how to live.

That baby isn't yours, is it?

His mother was killed.

Has the child got anybody, anybody close, I mean?

The baby belongs to all people.

Ain't that a fact, though.

Who learned you that?

Your missionaries.

Ain't no use talkin' to her.


I was thinkin' of going into town, sell what hides we got.

What's your hurry?

We got plenty of huntin' to do around here yet.

Might be better if you and I stayed away from each other a few days.

I think that's a fine idea.

I'll start in the morning.

Wait a minute.

Suppose you stay here and hunt and I go?

You figurin' to leave her here?

You'd like that, wouldn't you?

How do I know you'll come back with the money?


You don't know for sure, Charlie.






Gotta get rid of this buffalo stink.

Give me some of that sweet-smelling Cologne.

Bay rum?



Whiskey, brother.

Them buffalo bones sure do make a man thirsty.

Checked 70 loads since this morning.

By winter, there'll be enough bone passing through here to fertilize the whole state of Ohio.

Might do some good if them wagon of yourn were loaded with Indian bones.

Why don't you shut up and just tend bar?


Yeah, you.

What did I say?

Anything you say is too much.

Buy a girl a drink, sport?

I'm bushed.



What's your name, honey?

You guessed it.


How's business on the inside, Peg?

Big run on the bathtub today.

Must be the heat.

A lot of people seem to be hot under the collar one way or another.

That's a mighty big collar you're wearin', mister.

You better come with me.

Who are you, honey?

A man. The usual article.

Soften him up a bit, Peg.

Ha ha! Ha ha! Ha ha!

What's the matter, honey?

You feelin' poorly?

That's a pretty shirt.

Excuse me, ma'am.

Didn't catch what you was sayin'.

You want to ask me to dance?

Will you dance, ma'am?


You dance divine.

I think you'd better go to your room.

Make yourself comfortable, honey.

I'm looking for somebody...

Somebody who...

You got any Injun blood in you?

I should say not!

We don't even allow Indians in here, no matter what kind of money they got.

Do I look like an Indian to you?!

Out. Go on, get out of here.

Uh...wait a minute, honey.

What's the matter, honey?

Don't you like me?

Thank you, ma'am.

Good night.

Why, you lousy crumb!

What'd you expect?!

Well, what'd you expect? Love and romance?

A heart of gold?

What, are you too good for us or something?

Why, you're just a filthy slob!

You're just like every other stinkin' buffalo hunter!

What's the disguise about, Sandy?

What's the matter, you ashamed of us or somethin'?

Smells nice, too.

Smells like a stinkin' buffalo.

Just like the rest of us.

That's a lie.

There ain't no buffalo smell on me.

Not on me. No, sir.

Excuse me-- ohh!

You didn't oughta have done that.

Hey. You still owe me $20.

You think I killed all them buffalo, too?

Why, it's a crime. It's a crime against nature and the Indian to kill the buffalo.




Where are ya, Charlie?

Come on, Charlie.

Come on.



Unhh! Unhh!






Where you goin', Charlie?

You still think I killed all the buffalo?

Hey, Charlie?

I'm not Charlie.


You got the wrong man, mister.


All right.



Hiya, pop.

Glad to see you again, Sonny.


Here. Have a bite of breakfast.

Yeah, we moved camp. Charlie's idea.

One of us been here every day to see if you showed up yet.

Charlie's livin' in a cave now.

Got all the comforts of home.

I didn't expect you to come back.

Why did you come back? You hate him, don't you?

Don't know for sure.

Oh, I don't hate him.

Feel sorry for him.

Feel responsible for him, too, but most of all, I... Reckon I understand him.

Understandin' him ain't gonna stop him from killin'.

Well, maybe not.

You ain't come to stop him, have you?


I also aim to free the woman.

Mr. Kenzie!

Glad to see you, Mr. Kenzie.

He's back.

Sandy's back!

Sandy! Am I glad to see you, you old coot!

We missed you!

Didn't we miss him, Woodfoot? Ask the boy here.

He pined after you like-- like you was his brother.

Woodfoot... Get out a bottle.

Let's have some music. We'll make this a party.

We, uh, we had to move camp.

What do you think? We run clear out of buffalo.

Hey, boy, go up and tell the woman to come down here and say hello to Sandy.

No, sir, I...I just don't know what's got into them buffalo.

Big herds seem to be goin'.

Run right off the face of the land.

We still see a few every day, but small herds. 5, 10, sometimes 20.

Never any more. They'll be back.

Now that you're here, they'll be back. Have a drink.

Come on down here.

Dumb Injun. One of these days, I'm gonna learn her how to talk.

Look at these hides. We been workin'.

How much money did you bring back with you?

Well, tongues and hides brought close to $1,000.

Spent 70 of it.

Ed Black's got the rest whenever we want it.

Yeah, that's great. Just great.

And that's not countin' the white hide.

How much did that fetch? More'n 2,000, I'll bet you.

Don't tell me you sold it for less than that?

Didn't have it to sell.

It's gone.


You're a liar.

You're a liar. You're holdin' out on me.

Get up.

I said get up!

Big man full of big talk.

You must think I'm some dumb kid or somethin'!

You know I didn't load them hides.

The boy here and the woman were--

you stole that white buffalo hide, didn't you?

The white hide! You took it!

Hold it.

How do you know I didn't take it?

Maybe I did sell the hide at that, Charlie.

What reason would she have to take it?

What reason's an Injun gotta have, anyway?

Maybe the buffalo god took it.

Maybe he didn't want you to have it.

How do we know, Charlie?

Maybe you took that hide for yourself.

Welcome back to home, sweet home, Sonny.

One lousy buffalo. Ridin' all day, runnin' here, runnin' there, thinkin' all the time I hear 'em rushin' by, and then... Then nothin'.

Why? What's the matter with 'em?

4 days now since you got back.

You ain't even brought in one hide. Not even one.

Look at them bandoliers.

Don't tell me it's 'cause you ain't seen any.

You ain't even fired your rifle.


I'll tell you why.

You and that woman got it fixed up to sell the white hide, that's why.

You're gonna tell me what you did with that white hide.

Where'd you put it?


What about it?

You hit that woman again... I'll kill you.

You mean you'll try.

That's right.

I'll try.

Well, that's fine.

Just fine.


Listen to that.

Just listen.

Must be 10,000 buffalo.

They're back.

I told you they'd be back.

I'm gonna get me some.

Right now!

He's spooked, all right.

That was no buffalo.

Of course not.

That was thunder.

You gotta leave.


You go tonight.

When Charlie's asleep...

Go to where the animals are.

I'll be there.

There must've been 100,000 buffalo.

Did you kill any?

No. Never had a chance.

You saw 'em, though.

Well, that's--that's the funny thing.

They was always just ahead of me.

They must've been movin' fast.

I could hear 'em.

I could see their dust. It was kickin' up like a cloud or a mist, but...

Well...if they was movin' that fast, they'll tire out.

Yeah, that's right.

Well, buffaloes spread out in the draws and valleys around the water holes.

Yeah. That's the way-- that's the way I figure.

Maybe we'll get ourselves a couple of stand bigger'n last time. Ain't that right, Sandy?

Hey, Woodfoot. How about a drink on that?

Yeah. You got a jug left, haven't you?

Yeah. Kind of snakebite remedy.


Well, it so happens I'm bit bad.

I told you them buffalo would be back.

We might get 200 or 300 a day.

Be like old times, huh, Sandy?


Hey. It's certainly cold.

Cold. Huh. You don't know what cold is until you've had winter up here.

And the snow--white darkness they calls it.

You know, one night it'll be kind of coolish, like now, then all of a sudden...

Whew! Cold wind.

So cold it'll freeze a cow standin' straight up in his tracks.

And nothin' between the north pole and here to stop that wind but a Barb-wire fence.

That's hot enough to burn holes in your britches.

Well, it's a cure or a cause, accordin' to how much you drink.

Drink, boy?

Hey, where's that woman of mine?

Hey. What's the matter, Charlie, ain't our company good enough for you?

Yeah. Best in the world.







It's gone...

All gone.

The buffalo ain't gone.

Whoa, Charlie.

They'll never be gone.

Come on, you old buffalo, you!

Point me in the right direction, Sandy, old boy.

Where'd they go?

I don't know.

Saddle the mule!

Where's Sandy?

I guess he got an early start on them buffalo you seen last night.

Yeah? What did he do, take the woman and kid with him for company?

He run off with her. You know that, don't you?

Oh, you got the shakes, Sonny.

You better set up a while. I'll cook somethin' to eat.

He took my woman. I'm gettin' her back.

He ain't gonna catch Mr. Kenzie.

Not on a mule, anyway.


We'd better go along, just in case.

Do you think Mr. Charlie'd shoot his friend?


Yeah, I think so.

What's he gonna find up there?

That's a cave that him and Sandy used to use in bad weather.

Why'd Mr. Kenzie leave Mr. Charlie's horse?

'Cause he knows how much Charlie thinks of him.

Now Mr. Charlie'll find him.


Hey, boy, go get him.

Woodfoot! Hold him!

Here. Take this.


What'd you do? With that horse, I could've caught up with 'em in a couple of hours.

Yeah. That's what I figured.

You helped him get away last night, didn't you? Ah, take it easy, Sonny.

That's why you got me drunk. Well, I'll find him anyway.

No, you won't.

What's to stop me?

Me. Look, Sandy's probably the only friend that you ever had.

He's a thief.

If you get on that mule, I'll kill you.

Don't do that.

I'll do it if I have to, so help me, right in the back.

Don't make me do it, Sonny.

By tomorrow you'll see I'm right.

Forget Sandy. Forget the woman.

You don't need them.

Hey, Sonny. Relieve Charlie of his gun.

Just until tomorrow, Charlie.

You'll think cooler without a gun.



Bang. Bang.



Sandy's to blame. It's his fault.

We'll find him.

I'd better bury the old man.

Later. First we'll-- no, Mr. Charlie.

Be snowin' pretty quick now.

Cover up the tracks where Mr. Kenzie went.


Tomorrow, then.

The day after.


We'll make him pay up for everything.

There's no bullets in there, Mr. Charlie.

It's empty.

Where's the rest? The rest of the cattle, the flour, the feed, and the corn?

You're...not from the army?


Oh, I...Thought...


Come in and get warm, mister.

First we ate the horses. Then the dogs.

Maybe you noticed how quiet it is.

You're welcome to the mules.

I'll be needing my horse.

Much obliged, Mr. McKenzie.

That'll feed 'em for a day or two, maybe.

Then the army'll send supplies.

They will. I know they will.

It ain't your responsibility to get these supplies.

I'd tell these people to go, but where would they go, and how would they get there?

Oh, they might get to town and beg for food, but who'd give it to an Indian?

Maybe they might steal and get shot for it.

What's the name of this army man I got to see?

Major Smith.

It's more'n a day's ride, though, if you make it at all.

I go with you.

And when we get there... Charlie's waitin'.

And...something happens.


Then it happens to us together.

I've been lookin' for you.

Hello, Charlie. Hope you got some hides for me.

I want my money.

Sure, sure. Have a drink.

Almost $1,000, not countin' what I brought in this time.

Where's McKenzie?

He run out on me. Ain't that right, boy?

He run out, so I want the money, all of it.

Half belongs to him.

I say it don't.

Stole a white buffalo hide and run out. He's a thief.

Ain't that right, boy?


It ain't right.


Mr. Kenzie's no thief.

Hey, you're tight, boy.

You better get out of here and sleep it off.

I took the white hide...

For medicine...

For my friend.

Who's gonna believe a lyin' Injun?

That's all you know-- kill.

Well, come on. I'll give you pleasure.

Kill me.

But listen, Mr. Charlie...

You'll never make me tell a lie about Mr. Kenzie.


No, but you will tell the truth, boy.

I'm gonna beat you till you tell the truth, till you admit Sandy took that white buffalo hide.

He took it, didn't he?

Just like he stole the woman.


Sandy's a thief. Say it!

Say it, boy. What's the difference?

Where you goin', boy?

I'm...I'm sorry about what just happened.

Don't quit me, boy. I need you.

We'll make out.

Will we, Mr. Charlie?

I'm an Indian. Remember?

We had 52 head set aside for your Indians.

Some froze to death, some were stolen.

If we waited another day, there might not be any left.

Well, we can't wait. We're ready to go now.

Will you be all right to handle these?

Hey, major, looks like I got me another hand.

And if any of your cattle freeze to death on the way, skin and quarter 'em and take Mr. Kenzie.

The meat with you. Excuse me.

Thank you, major.

Hiya, boy. How you been?

How's the old man? How's pop, huh?

Charlie killed him.

Killed him?


Well, the old man tried to keep him from goin' after you.

He's gonna throw a gun on you, too.

He's here.

You want to find him?

If I know Charlie, he'll find me. ready to go back to your people, boy?

Yes, sir.

Come on.

Come on! Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah!




I come for my money.

Look at this hide. Skinned off a steer

3 hours ago, stiff as a board.

Moisture on the inside done it.

Skinned hours ago. Stiff as a board.

I'll take it in gold or silver. No paper.

Hey, Ed, they say McKenzie's in town.

Say he's got a squaw with him.

Pretty-lookin', too.

Is that right? Sandy here?

Here and gone. Him and the squaw and the half-breed kid lit out.

Got supplies and cattle from the army. He's gone, all right.

I'll get your money.

Will you be wanting any supplies for yourself?


Hey, Sandy!

Come on down!

Come ready!

You ain't got a chance, Mr. Kenzie.

Maybe not.

I could take him from here with this.


If you don't come down, I'm killin' the mules and the cattle!

I'm waitin'!


Let the boy and the woman move out with the cattle!

Then I'll come down!

Yeah, he can go!

She stays!

I stay.

Make it quick!

All right, boy.

Don't do it, Mr. Kenzie.

On your way...

Or he'll start killing the cattle out of pure meanness.


Don't be comin' out now!


Too dark! I don't trust you!

Come in the morning!

Come ready with the sun!

We'll build a fire.



I knew things would change.

As soon as I got Sandy, I knew things would change.

It's only--it's only the beginning, boy.

You'll keep me warm.

Warm and ready for him in the morning.

He will kill you.


Maybe I'll take him with me.