Susannah of the Mounties Page #4

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- I see.

- I can remember it just as though it were tonight.

dd

Time Little Squaw

go sleep.

I guess if everybody else can stay up

dancing, I can stay up and watch them.

- Redcoat make her his squaw?

- He will not!

Funny. Dance like that

and not make her his squaw.

He's only doing that

to be nice to her.

Indian dance better.

Use feathers.

- Oh, let me try it on!

- No. Only brave wear feathers.

- Well, I've got one anrway.

- Mmm.

- Where did you get all these things?

- Warrior bring.

Bring teepee too.

Little Chief no sleep white man house.

You could sleep anrwhere

if you were tired enough.

Mmm. Forgot.

My father sent pony. Present for you.

A pony for me?

Where is it? Show me!

- Aren't you coming?

- Brave always go first.

Squaw walk behind.

Walk behind?

I will not!

Then brave not go.

If we hadn't made

a peace treaty-

Well, all right.

But this is just about

the last of my allowances.

Mmm.

All I can say is that

if Indian women put up...

with being treated like this,

they must be-

Squaw keep quiet

and walk behind brave.

dd

- Make mine a two-step, boys.

- Give me a minute, Harlan.

- I'd like a glass of water.

- I'll get it.

Thank you.

- Now we'll have him back on our hands.

- Why not?

- Making three a crowd, aren't you?

- Everyone's my crowd tonight.

You know, with all this attention,

I'm beginning to appreciate...

the advantages

of being a pioneer woman.

That's great

while the fun lasts, Vicky.

But you won't feel that way

when the going gets rough.

That's bound to happen

out here, you know.

And you think I couldn't

stand up to it if it did?

I know you couldn't.

Look, will you tell me why everybody wants

to rush me back to Toronto?

Well, I was really

thinking of myself.

You see, we'll be stopping

construction soon because of the snow.

And, naturally, I'd like you there when I

go back home for the holidays.

But suppose I

have other plans?

I might decide to become

a pioneer woman at that.

- Don't you think I could, Mr. Montague?

- Beg pardon, Miss Vicky?

Don't you think I could

become a pioneer woman?

I'm sure you could...

if you set your mind to it.

There you are.

That's one vote for me.

dd

Isn't that a tom-tom? It's getting closer.

You stay here, Vicky.

dd

- What was it?

- Sue and Little Chief are on the warpath.

dd

No more dance. Squaw laugh.

I'm awfully sorry. Honest.

I won't do it anymore.

Please don't stop dancing.

We're enjoying it.

Maybe one day

you'll teach me an Indian dance.

Isn't he rude?

These Indians

certainly are a problem.

You don't seem to have much difficulty

handling Little Chief.

It took time for me

to understand him.

But it was worth it, because I

expect to be here for a long time.

- Really?

- Yes. But it wouldn't be worthwhile...

for you to go to all that trouble,

because you're going home soon.

- Am I?

- Aren't you?

Mr. Pat said you were.

And I'm sure you wouldn't...

- like it out here anrway, because it's full of-

- Sue.

- Good night.

- Good night.

I'll wait up for you. You'll need someone

to put your clothes away.

And if someone is up when I get there,

they'll be off to bed with a slipper.

Come on.

Kiss me good night.

- Now what do you say?

- See you first thing in the morning.

- Good night, Sue.

- Good night, Mr. Monty.

I hope you're not offended.

She's a very strange child.

Strange?

I don't think so.

- She adores you.

- Hmm?

It's just that you're slow

to notice things like that.

- Perhaps.

- I say, are we men supposed

to dance with each other?

Come on.

What's the matter now?

You have a face as long

as the old woman that kissed the cow.

- He's in love with her.

- Me darlin'.

'Tis one of the delightful misfortunes

that overtakes the male of the species.

'Tis me that knows.

I wish she'd go back

where she came from.

Oh-ho.

'Tis jealous, you are.

I am not. But she couldn't take care

of him the way we do.

I'll bet she couldn't

even make his bed.

- And you're not doing it right either.

- I'm not, ain't I?

You haven't the covers up

close enough around his neck.

- Oh. Huh.

- And you should unfold his nightshirt...

and have it

all laid out for him.

What are you tryin' to do, spoil him?

Here, me bucko, I'll take that.

Oh, Mr. Pat! And I taught him

how to dance with her.

Heaven help us.

I know, I know.

'Tis a terrible thing

to be a woman in love.

- Oh, Mr. Pat!

- Ah, yes, I understand.

Never you mind.

Never you mind now.

And it's

a heartbreaking ruffian he is.

He is not a ruffian.

I won't let you say that.

Oh, well, have it

your own way, me darlin'.

Have it your own way.

Close them pretty eyes now.

dd

Good night, Miss Standing.

It's the jolliest night we've ever had.

- Good night.

- Good night.

- Certainly a lovely party.

- What's this?

Chief Big Eagle say here bad Indians

who make trouble for covered wagon...

and steal horses

from Iron Horse camp.

He send to you.

Show redcoat he keep word.

Take them

to the guardroom.

- This fellow's dead, sir. He's been stabbed.

- They're all dead, sir.

Order out a detail

to bury them.

Well, this looks as if Big Eagle

is showing his defiance.

He knows the dispensing of justice

belongs to the Mounted Police.

I'll take that up with him

when he comes to sign the treaty.

If it's ever signed.

Chambers, if I should decide

to send Vicky home...

could you do anything for me

in the way of transportation?

I certainly could, sir. There's a supply

train up on Sunday morning...

that'll take her as far

as Winnipeg.

From there, she can connect

with the Eastern Limited.

I agree with you. It'd be wise

to get her away from here.

- I'll let you know.

- No, thanks. I won't come in now.

I better get back to the camp

to see that everything's all right then.

- Good night.

- Good night, Chambers.

Won't you eat your eggs, sir?

They're that fresh...

I just saw the cook take them

from under the hen with his own hands.

Oh, no, thanks.

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

Here's your baked apple and milk.

All ready for you.

- I'm not hungry this morning, thank you.

- Heaven help us.

There's more than one sufferin' from the

same complaint this morning, I'm thinking.

Well, I'll get

a bit of work done. Sir?

Hmm? Oh, yes.

Go ahead.

Was it a nice party?

Yes, very nice.

Is she a good dancer?

Very good.

- Better than I am?

- No, I wouldn't say that.

- Are you going to marry her?

- Marry her?

Well, I was watching you

dance together last night.

And the way she looked at you, and the way

you looked at her, I thought maybe-

Don't you think you

ought to have your breakfast?

Yes, sir. But I supposed that when people

were in love, they always got married.

She's going home tomorrow.

Even Little Chief-

- She is? She's really going home?

- Mm-hmm.

Oh, isn't that a shame? Won't you sit

over here in the rocking chair?

- It's much more comfortable.

- No, thanks.

I'll get you your pipe.

Would you like your pipe?

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