05x36 - The Hiram Winthrop Story

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Maybe that'll be about the last time.

We have to be the last one.

A couple more weeks, really, don't we?
Yeah.

What do you got? A mouse in your pocket.

You can see who has all the grease on it
and it all plays out.

Well, how about this one?

My hand and a cookie.

Read it. That I might point to.

My cooking for lack of grease wouldn't
hurt your cooking any

winter road.

Yeah, well, I hate to lose you
this near the end of the trip.

Do somebody has to go that wagon
into the Indian agency of San Marcos.

Maybe even catch up with this boy
Roll in Los Angles.

Something wrong?

I won't be joining you.

In Los Angeles, Mr. Hale.

I'm leaving the train

and I.

Say that again, too.

I don't like. And Mr. Help.

I'm leaving the train.

Oh, I have something better in mind.

Mr. Winthrop's offered me a position
with the Indian agency as a deputy agent.

Sounds fine, but what you want to do.

That's a real opportunity for me. He's
good.

I've enjoyed working for you.

But a man's got to grab at a chance
to better themselves.

Don't you think so, Mr. Hill?

And argue that with you. Do.

Well,
you should change your mind. Room L.A.

and Los Angeles for a couple of weeks

while we pull up to Sacramento
on the end of the trail.

Thank you.

I'll see you fellows later
when I come back from my horse.

Yeah.

Mr. Hill.

Good luck to

you. Go.

Let him go. Just like that, Mr. Griffith.

Why you drive behind you.

What do you know about 1986?

When it comes time to all of us,
When we have a life on your side, Charlie.

What?

That means the Duke will have to find out
for himself what he wants to do.

With his life.

That's a long way from home, Mrs.

Winthrop.

To live among his savages. One.

I understand the Indians on the San
Marcos Reservation are Apache.

Your understanding is correct.

What you seem to forget is that even
the Apaches are God's children.

Oh, Hiram, I'm sure Mrs.

Eastmond didn't mean anything by it.

I'm sure she didn't.

Jessica The prevalent opinion
we've uncovered since leaving Saint Louis

has not assured me

there is any great degree of understanding
of the Indian problem here.

And that, madam includes the Apaches
quartered on the San Marcos Reservation.

It shall be

my job to make that agency
a model for all others.

Oh, let me take that.

There's room in the wagon. Thank you.

Shannon.

Everything you own in that room?

Yes, ma'am.

I've never found I needed more.

Well, we're almost ready, Duke.

I'll be with you in a minute.

Mr. Winthrop.

Thank you, Bill.

A for the Sun readers in Los Angeles.

Charlie. I will.

So you're going to be a deputy Indian
agent at Duke?

I didn't know you were a party.

Folks in the name of Abe Lincoln.

And good knowing you, Bill Duke.

I think we've been together
long enough that I can speak my mind.

You know what you're
letting yourself in for?

You're forgetting
I was brought up in these parts, Bill.

No, but Harlan Winthrop wasn't.

He's a man who spent most of his life

teaching American history
behind a college desk.

You think he really knows
about the Apache?

All right. No, they're human beings.
Just like you and me.

That's important.

Sure, Duke.

Just like you.
And maybe some of them are good.

Some of them are bad right now

that you're a coward,
you're on the wrong end of the stick.

You start pushing a man around,
whether he be Indian or white.

He's not about to believe in some fancy
theories about dignity and humanity.

I came here to say goodbye to Bill.

Not for a lecture.
I'll lead a lecture in up to Winthrop.

Duke.

I'm sorry.

I just hate to see you leave.

Take care of yourself. Well.

You too, Bill.

Keep an eye on Charlie.

We'll Mr.

Rhythm. Right.

All right, let's go.

I'm sure going to miss him is terrific.

He wasn't finicky about his food
like some people.

Indian agent.

No job for Duke.

In the back.

Of Duke.

I've watched you these past nights.

The way you stand. Listening.

When a night bird calls

the care of your r*fle.

The work you always take
before settling down to sleep.

Is it that dangerous.

Or an observing woman?

Mrs. Winthrop.

You haven't answered me.

This is Apache country.

Not all of them are on the reservation.

Oh, such a big

empty land out there.

So different for my health back home.

So hot and lonely in the daytime

and yet so soft and gentle under
the stars.

Appearances can be deceiving Men.

When will we be in San Marcos?

Before noon tomorrow.

Good night.

Goodnight.

Maybe you and your boys don't give a hang
about others than the reservation

like what we do Going back to your store,
Frank, this ain't none of your business.

This is my business life, mine
and the rest of the people in this town.

If 2 hours is Gordon at jumping
on a reservation, he'll hit us first.

That's your worry.

Three butcher steers
this week found our hides in the brush.

I raise beef to sell, not to give away.

If you catch him at it, then had to ran
into him riding across my north line.

He knows a penalty for strain
off the reservation.

For heaven's sake. Not here.

All right, Joe.

They're going round the Padres.

Well, ten laps around
ought to loosen up his tongue.

If he don't fall first.

If he falls late, it'll be a m*rder.

And so help me. I'll testify to that.

Do that.

What's going on here?

Private matter. No concern of yours.

I think. It is.

If that man has a reservation in Indian.

That ain't a man, mister.
That's an Apache.

Oh, are you.

The new Indian agent I in Winthrop?

Go ahead, Joe. Run them.

Call it

you with them.

Duke Shannon, Deputy Agent.

Don't ever pull a g*n on me again.
Shannon.

Unless you expect to use it.

And I pull a g*n. Mr..

I always expect to use it on time.

I bet on time.

I don't know.

What's behind this display of cruelty,
but there'll be no more

inhuman treatment of these people
while I'm in charge of this agency.

What do you know about Apaches?

I don't see what that even merits.

And then you better find an answer, Mr..

And find one. Quick.
Take a good look at it.

You can put his time on the reservation,
but you can't keep them there

now without g*ns.

That's
why you're going to need me, Mr. Winter.

Me and my hand.

If I need help, I'll get it from
the commanding officer at Fort Savage.

Colonel Hays and

tell him Frank

or Savage was deactivated last month

to be at ripe for annihilation.

The truth four moved to Fort Starke


Brush officers quarters
all up and down the Potomac.

Mr. Winter.

But the Economy Act falls out here.

But I was led to believe
that there would be.

That's the way it is. Winter.
The army's gone.

It just me and my men to help keep those
savages pinned up on the reservation.

The next Apache.
We catch you off the reservation.

I near my range.

We'll have.

Well, whether you like him or not, Mr.

Winter,

you're going to have to deal with late.

I won't need him, Duke.

I think we've got to get him inside.

Is there a doctor available?

Not since the post surgeon left.

Jessica,
bring some bandages and first aid.

How do we get word to the reservation?

You won't have to let me coming for him

before the day is out

along the.

Way and put the team up in the barn, Mrs.

Winthrop, straightening things out back.

That could take a week at least
to get things straightened out here.

As he been.

He hasn't stirred, hasn't made a sound
since Jessica picked him up.

The Scotts, they're watching me.

You think you can talk to him.

Until your column?

But if he's a reservation Indian,
he's probably picked up some English.

And you think he doesn't want to talk?

I don't think he trusts.

The report, Devil.

I don't blame him.

That's the way he's been treated.

Mistreated, misunderstood,

treated like animals.

You know what these people are, Duke?

They're the modern ish mills of the Bible.

Harry didn't driven by the military.

She didn't rob by men like.

Like. Like that rancher Relief.

I don't know about the Ismael's, Mr.

Winthrop,
but I do know something about Apaches

when it comes to even in k*lling,
they don't take lessons from anyone.

It'll take some doing
to keep them on that reservation.

Not if we treat them with kindness,
with understanding.

We won't need the military.

Do the help of men like Leif.

I didn't come out here to be their jailer
or to treat them like wild animals.

For ten years I petitioned the government.

I wrote to my friends,
waited in empty rooms of politicians.

I wanted this job

not for the money it pays,

which is little enough now for some future
possibility of advancement.

But I wanted to prove something

to the kind of people who think
that the only good Indian is a dead one,

that the Apaches are savages
and can't be rehabilitated.

And we're going to prove it to the people
of this town and to men like riot.

We're going to teach these here at college
to follow them.

Irrigation ditches, make things,
make them self-supporting,

give them dignity.

And we're going to make this agency
a pattern

for the Department of Indian Affairs
to follow.

All right.

I've got your show

back.

The double up,

kind of a hefty load for Jackrabbit
Bennett Goring.

The shells aren't for Jack
Frank, The g*ns for my wife.

I should have sold this farm a year
ago, and I had a good offer.

Mother may have put too much into it
to run now.

Doesn't have to come to that quarry.

All right for you, Frank.

You're here in town,
so it's Martha and me and the kids

five miles from town
and four miles from an abandoned fort.

None of us will be sleeping easy now,

Frank.

Why did you buy the g*n for?

Or his wife

might be a good idea for you
and Meg to learn to handle one too.

But it's three years since the Apaches
have been settled on the reservation.

We've lived in peace with them
all that time.

I don't. Know. Sure we have.

But Colonel and its troops quartered
just outside

the town are beginning to feel barrow
beef.

Mary, you saw what happened this morning.

Laban Going to stand for it.

I hope that no agent knows how to handle
Mary.

I sure hope he does.

You know, Engine agent Mr.

Winter. Inside you'll have water.

Your yellow hand inside

it come from the problem
from the reservation.

I think one of them threw out.

All right,
all right. I want to talk to you.

Your name? Johann.

I reckon it is.

Come on, let's go.

Jeff.

To wear off.

I'm Hiram Winthrop, the new agent.

Well, he was hurt.

We took care of him.

He break rules of treaty.

We will punish.

No, you don't understand.

I don't want him punished.

He's already been hurt.

You'll make new rules.

I don't want to interfere
with tribal customs.

But I want to talk to you
about some changes.

The plans I have in mind.

You bring beef possession for reservation.

Beef?

What?

We've just arrived.

I hadn't had a chance
to look through the agency books.

I signed a treaty with White powder.

Apaches stay on reservation.

We get white man's beef.

Of course,

But that is what I want to talk to you
about.

See, I have some plan.

You bring beef, I talk.