Cheyenne Autumn Page #7

to talk to those Indians.

Well, now this is hardly

a civilian matter, Mr. Secretary.

Army coffee hasn't improved

in all these years.

I have my orders

from General Sheridan, sir.

One question, colonel.

Do you enjoy killing Indians?

Women, children?

- Well, no, of course, sir, but I have...

- Then you'll be pleased I came.

- The orders have been changed?

- The ground that you're standing on...

...is property controlled

by the Department of the Interior.

Now, I either parley

with those Cheyennes...

...or I consider you

and your troops trespassers.

Well, that's absurd, Mr. Secretary.

Colonel, I know I may be

on shaky legal ground...

...but that's for the courts to decide.

- You ever had lumbago?

- No, sir, I've... But...

Little Wolf, Dull Knife,

this is Mr. Schurz...

...one of the chiefs

of our government in Washington.

- They both speak English, sir.

- Oh, good. Good.

I know how many promises

have been made to you and then broken.

But I'm not here to make any promises.

I'm asking you to take a gamble.

All veho words are the same.

You keep us talking.

- The soldiers...

- Now, please listen to me. Please.

You've made one of the most

heroic marches in history.

You deserve to go back to your homeland

and stay there in peace.

I'm sure that the people of this country

will understand and will agree...

...when they hear the facts.

Now will you take the gamble?

The people? Who will tell them?

Who will tell the people

about Fort Robinson?

I will.

I promise you.

You call this "Victory Cave."

You can have another

greater victory here, right now.

He speaks the truth.

We have no...

Tobacco.

No tobacco for the peace pipe.

Maybe we can start a new custom.

Thank you.

But there were still wounds to heal...

...and there was still peace to be made

among those who had lived...

...through the long, heroic march.

And there were still some who had

yet to come home...

...to the land of the Cheyenne.

And so when the nation was safe...

...the sacred bundle, symbol of the chief

of chiefs, was passed on...

...for no one could carry it who had shed

the blood of another Cheyenne.

Home.

H-O-M-E, home.

H-O-M-E, home.

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