Devil's Doorway

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- Yes, Sir. What will it be?

- Is your beer cold?

- Lance... Lance Poole!

- How are you, Bob.

I heard that the rebels

had you for breakfast.

Zeke!

Look who's here.

- I'm glad to see you, boy.

- Same to me, Zeke.

- Look like cows and chewing.

- Well, I came making 1,800 miles.

Let's get to welcoming you.

I bought that trick for $ 10

from a guitar player in Cheyenne.

It defies all laws of engineering.

With the teeth.

It looks like you did good in the army, huh?

You got a Medal, stripes. Are you a Sergeant?

- Sergeant Major.

- When I was in the army...

The regular army. We were

particular who wore th0se stripes.

- Lance, which way did you come back?

- The Overland trail.

- Did you see the UP railroad? - Yes,

every 75 miles east of Fort Carney.

That railroad is gonna make

a lot of changes, Lance.

I can remember when your dad and

I trapped Wind River country.

A man could walk a week and

never see a living human.

Just them mountains, big...

Yeah, it's all getting crowded.

Well, I'm gonna get rolling.

I am anxious to see the old man.

- If I guess he's on his way in now.

- How could he know Lance has come back?

The wind maybe, but he'll know.

Thanks, Bob. See you, Zeke.

- A fine boy. He'll do all right.

- Will he?

Why not?

He never left his father alone, why

should they treat him any different?

Did you notice how sour the haircut?

You can always smell them.

- Zeke, who is that fellow?

- He's a lawyer.

The name is Coolan. He's now here

for his health. He has lung fever.

Look who's coming!

Hello, Father!

Is my father forgotten

the language of the white man?

I use it little.

- Your health?

- Good.

We will go home.

Goodbye, Zeke.

- Gee, it's pretty.

- Sweet Meadows.

Here you belong.

It's gonna be all right.

You must be Jimmy!

- I am seven. - Well, you're gonna

make us a good foreman someday.

- Have you been seeing a doctor?

- No.

Then you don't know

what is wrong with you.

In the winter the leaves falls from

the tree. No medicine can stop it.

Your business is driving cattle.

Let the doctor decide.

My blood grows cold, soon I will die.

I couldn't kill you with an ax. As soon as

you getting better, we're gonna work together.

I got a saddlebag full of dreams

I made around the campfires at war...

...when the night was quiet.

I'll let the valley

soak in the sunlight.

Nurse it, pet it, until Sweet Meadows is a ranch

where we can live and all our kids after us.

It will be ours Father.

Warm, plenty to eat, nothing but peace.

To any man who comes along which

has run out of luck we'll say:

Grab a chair and eat with us.

Stay until you ready to leave.

No men red nor Whites will ever

be turned away from our door.

The war has changed you.

It changed the whole country.

Men didn't die for nothing.

Those who left want to get

along peaceful. Like me.

- We lost our taste for fighting.

- May you find your peace.

Why should anyone bother me now?

You're tired, Father.

It's time for you to go to bed.

I'll get a doctor here tomorrow

to look you over.

Do you think the white doctor

cares if I live or die?

I think so, yes.

The whites outnumber us, father.

All wars are over. Even yours.

The country is growing up. They gave me

these stripes without testing my blood.

I led a squad of whites, slept in the

same blankets and ate from the same pan.

Held their heads when they died.

Why should it be any different now?

You are home.

You are again an Indian.

Broken Lance.

There are scales on the arise

so that you are blind.

The truth will tear you.

- What is the truth?

- Our people are doomed.

- The white man knows great hate for us.

- The doctor will come.

You think you can live with the white man.

There's only one way. Be strong.

- Land, flocks of cattle...

- Don't tire yourself now.

Drop my body into the deep shaft.

Then you must keep

this earth always,

...for I am part of it.

An Indian without land loses his soul.

His heart veins.

Sweet Meadows, our mother... the earth.

- 15, 2, 15, 4 and a run of 3

- I got 15 without a 15.

- Dr. MacQuillan?

- I'm here.

Could you come, right way?

My father is very sick.

Is that so?

I sent one of my men.

I guess you didn't understand.

- Please, hurry doc. Tell me where your

horse is. I'll get him saddled. - Nine.

- 15-2. - 23. - 31...

I got patients here in town.

- But I'm afraid my father is dying. - It wouldn't

be right for me to leave my patients in town for...

- Do you know you're disturbing

the game? 14. - 20.

- You're not coming? Why don't you dig

up the Shoshone medicine man? - 30.

You're coming with me! Hurry!

That man is dead.

May I go now?

You didn't tell me how much

I owe you, doctor.

Nothing. Nothing at all.

I send you my father, to

the land of the great mystery.

And you ride with him on the north wind.

- Good day, sir!- Where are you heading?

- I'm looking for grazing land for my sheep.

- There on that way is but my land.

- But Mr. Coolan said... - It belongs to me.

VERNE COOLAN:

Attorney At Law

The sheep must belong to that man

there. But they got to have land.

Somebody else's land.

Sorry I crowded up

your beasts, cowboy.

I didn't mean to push you on up the

sidewalk, but this is cattle country.

- Hello, Zeke!

- Howdy, son!

- Hey, pretty. - It's not my idea.

Governor Campbell persuaded me.

- Somebody got to be Marshall. - Fine.

- How did you do? - $36 a head.

- What are you gonna do with all

that money? - Just put in the bank.

Did you ever deposit

$ 18,000 in the bank?

Every week.

You put down the check, the man looks

if it is good, looks at you...

And all of a sudden he respects you.

That is what $ 18,000 will do.

- Lance, I wanna talk to you.

- Shoot.

No one is gladder than me what you've

done so good in the past five years.

- People are starting to talk.

- Go ahead.

It ain't no use in grubbing it in.

Am I not one of the

leading citizens?

Wyoming is now part of the United States.

There is a different kind of people here.

Shop keepers, railroad men...

They are not used to...

Rich Indians?

Lance, you know what I'm trying to say.

Watch yourself.

- Alright, Marshall, I'll buy you a drink.

Shot of moose milk. - No thanks, it's too early.

- Come on! - You don't want to drink.

- Come on! It will do you good.

- Hello. Bob!

- Hello, boys!

Reach down under the bar

and bring up my friend.

What's the matter?

Has the well gone dry?

No liquor allowed for Indians!

- How did it get there?

- I put it there. Territorial law.

That's your job, Zeke.

Civilization is a great thing.

- The law no says I can't buy you

a drink, Lance. - No, thanks Bob.

- How about you, Red Rock? - I'd choke.

- We take soda water. - Huh?

- There's no law against an Indian

drinking water, is there? - Sure.

Speaking of law, Mike, an

interesting situation has developed

with the formation of the Territory and

the opening of the Regional Office in Wyoming.

All this land around here is

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