One Little Indian Page #3

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- But yours is just a baby.

- We have the mother camel too.

A big camel?

Mama, can I see it, please?

- Mark would love to show it to her.

- Oh, well, I don't know.

It's all right. Mark loves

to show 'em off. Go on.

You said you were leaving. Maybe

there's something I can do to help.

Oh, no, thank you.

They're sending a wagon out from

town for us tomorrow morning.

We'll take the stagecoach

from there.

We're going back to Colorado.

Mountain creek.

We came out here

for my husband's health.

But it was no use.

It was too late.

Oh, I'm sorry

to hear that, ma'am.

Look, if you'll take these,

I'll cut some wood.

Oh, well, thank you.

Ah... oh, Mr. Keyes.

I notice you're limping.

Are you hurt?

Oh, I just had

a little accident.

Well, I've had some nursing.

Would you like me to look at it?

No, ma'am. Oh, it'll

be fine. Just fine.

Do you ride it? Sure.

Could I...

could I ride it, please?

Could I ride the little one?

Why not?

- You're a girl.

- Well, she's the mother. She's a girl too.

All right. You ride.

Coosh, Rosie. Coosh.

Coosh down. Coosh. Coosh.

Coosh.

Coosh. Ready? Yeah.

Up, Rosie. Up.

Come on, Rosie.

Take this requisition

to fort dorado.

They'll give you cash for

your saddles and side arms...

And replace them horses

we're taking there.

Fine. Ah, this man

you're after...

if it ain't a government

secret, what'd he do?

Mutiny. Deserted up in Wyoming.

We caught up with him, took him

to general crook's headquarters.

Busted out of the guardhouse there and

attacked a noncommissioned officer.

Oh. And you say he

was headed for Mexico?

Heading South, figures.

Well, may be.

But if it was me on the run,

I'd stay off that open desert.

Hole up in these mountains

around here for a while.

You just may be right. Thanks.

Good luck, sergeant.

Oh, thank you.

Oh, say, there's

more than enough fish...

If you and the boy'd

care to stay for supper.

Well, no, than... I don't think we ought to.

That's very kind of you.

You mean you don't like fish?

Well, no, ma'am, it's not that.

It's just that...

Mark and I aren't exactly

dressed, I haven't shaved...

oh, well, there's plenty of

time if you wanna shave.

Well, the truth is,

I just lost my razor.

Well, you're welcome to use

my husband's, if you like.

Oh, well, you're already packed. I

wouldn't wanna cause you any trouble.

Oh, no trouble.

Why don't you and mark

sleep in the barn?

You'll be more

comfortable there.

I'm obliged again, ma'am.

Come on, mark.

He depends on you a lot,

doesn't he?

Oh, I guess.

But mostly he's just trying to

use me to get to blue feather.

Are you going to take him?

I can't. I'm headed for Mexico.

Oh, I didn't know that.

With the boy?

No, ma'am.

What are you gonna do with him?

- That's my problem, I guess.

- You just can't leave him.

Well, I know that.

But he doesn't belong

in Mexico...

Any more than he belongs

in a tepee on a reservation.

What he needs is a home...

And a family.

It's a mite hard to tell whether

a camel loves you or hates you.

- Either way they're ornery as sin.

- I love 'em.

I guess you gotta

give them credit, though.

The heat doesn't bother 'em.

Neither does the cold.

The, uh, biggest ones

can travel...

Fifteen, sixteen Miles an hour,

carrying a ton of weight.

They can outlast any horse.

Well, you certainly know

a lot about camels, Mr. Keyes.

- Well, just hearsay.

- Oh.

Where... where are you going?

Camels.

First you say excuse me,

and then you say thank

you to Mrs. Mciver.

Go on. Say it.

Uh, Martha...

I just wanna talk to mark. I think

you better go to bed now, dear.

- But it's early.

- Martha, we're leaving tomorrow.

Now, it's gonna be

a very long, hard day.

I can't figure out

what's eating mark.

Oh, he just feels out of place.

And a little jealous, I think.

I don't mean to pry,

but is there some reason you can't

take him to Mexico with you?

Yeah, there sure is.

Uh, Doris, I'm on the run.

- You mean somebody's after you?

- An army patrol.

Well.

What I did, I'm...

Not exactly proud of, but I'm

not ashamed of it either.

Well, I'm sure what you did

you thought was right.

Well, I guess

I better put these away.

Let me help you.

I don't know exactly how to say this,

but, uh, you've been honest with me.

I'd like to explain to you about mark.

What about him?

Well, let's not pretend.

You've been hinting all day,

trying to get me to say

I'd take the boy.

Well, you're right. I have.

You say what he needs

is a home and a family.

A family. Not half a family.

I'd be less than human if my

heart didn't go out to the boy.

But I can't listen to my heart. It's

gonna be hard enough for Martha and me.

I'll teach a little piano

and do a little nursing.

But a mother and daughter

can always get along.

Why, oh, you figure I'm just

trying to get shut of the boy.

Right now that's true.

If I had a choice...

- but you don't have a choice.

- I know that.

I can't keep him either.

I know that too.

Could I dry the dishes

for you or something?

No. I... I'll just let 'em soak.

I think you better go out

and see how he is.

Clint.

I'll tell you what I will do. I'll

take mark up north with me tomorrow.

I'll do my level best

to find him a good family.

- That's the most I can promise.

- Well, nobody could ask for more than that.

I wanna thank you.

Well, I've got

a busy day tomorrow.

Doris.

Doris, uh...

Doris, I forgot

to give this back to you.

Oh. Why don't you just keep it?

Oh, well, I can make

good use of it. Thank you.

I must say,

it's made quite an improvement.

Hmm? You.

Without the beard.

Good night, Doris.

Clint? Yeah?

I do wrong, huh, Clint?

Well, they're

good people, mark.

You eat their food, a little

thank you's not too much to ask.

It's one of those things

you'll have to learn.

But you not mad at me now?

No.

No. We're friends, aren't we?

You good friend, Clint.

I not forget.

Mark.

I have something to tell you.

- You're going to come with us.

- Shh.

Mark!

Clint would've taken you,

if he could.

But he thought it was better if you

stayed with us for a little while.

You'll love Colorado. We're

gonna ride on the stagecoach.

Mark, let me talk to you.

Please, mark, listen.

Martha and I both

want you to go with us.

You can stay with us

as long as you like.

Mark.

Wait.

Please.

Please.

Cheyenne don't cry.

Mark.

Where's Clint keyes?

Keyes?

Schrader, search the house.

Dixon, you take the barn.

I said, where's keyes?

I'm gonna find out, ma'am.

That's my job.

- Anything?

- Uh-uh.

- Give me the boy.

- He's done nothing wrong.

If you won't tell me

about keyes, he'll have to.

Leave him alone.

Mr. Keyes isn't here.

He left last night.

Which way did he go?

I don't know.

I didn't see him leave.

You might as well tell me

the rest of it.

Um, well, he talked

about north, I think.

Try South.

Jimmy wolf!

Any signs? Camel tracks.

This way.

Get after him. Much obliged

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