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for me is because you wanted

to challenge Garth.

You're not a man.

You're a walking loaded rifle

with one bloodthirsty purpose,

to kill Garth.

You haven't blood

in your veins,

you've gunpowder.

Abby, maybe you're right.

But this is more important

than you or me, or both of us.

If Garth doesn't die

within the next few hours,

a lot of men and women

on this frontier will.

You're either

the world's greatest liar

or the world's greatest fool.

You're probably both.

I'm going.

You'll stay

and see it through.

Why should I?

Because I own you.

A few minutes ago

you said nobody

should be owned.

Do you ever mean anything

you say, Captain Holden?

Here's your good-luck piece.

You'll need it

when you meet Mr. Garth.

Miss Hale, I couldn't

find you for our dance.

Yes, I know.

No, this one's mine,

isn't it, Miss Hale?

No, I'm sorry.

Perhaps the next one,

Miss Hale.

Mistress Hale,

you promised

this dance to me.

What's happened to Chris?

Gentlemen, I'm not dancing.

Mrs. Fraser,

may I have this dance?

I'd love to.

Love? With me?

Mistress Hale.

You promised.

There'll be no living

with Baillie after this.

Yeah.

She's madder than

a bucketful of hornets, Chris.

You needn't signal,

Mr. Fraser.

He'll know I'm here.

The bear has come

for the honey.

He's come for your hide.

Then stand away from me,

Half-Pint.

Ladies and gentlemen,

your attention, please.

Mistress Hale,

will you come forward?

They're going to crown you

queen of the ball.

I think not.

May I have your arm, please?

Yes, Captain Ecuyer?

Is this the young lady,

Mr. Garth?

Yes, sir.

My runaway bond slave.

Bond slave?

I knew I'd seen her before.

Mistress Hale from England.

Mistress Hale...

Quiet, quiet, please.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

I'll take this girl.

Lieutenant, you may finish

this dance with Miss Hale.

Well, sir, that's

mighty good of you, but...

This girl is mine.

Captain Ecuyer, Mr. Garth has

three indisputable talents.

He is a liar,

a cheat and a coward.

Captain Holden.

Captain, I bought this girl,

which makes him a liar,

he stole her from me,

which makes him a cheat,

and he won't fight,

which makes him a coward.

By your leave, sir.

Captain Steele,

will you arrange the time

and the place?

Who speaks for you, sir?

John Fraser,

and the sooner the better.

The King's birthday ball is

no place to arrange a duel.

Mr. Garth and I can

step outside and settle

this in a few minutes.

Sunup tomorrow.

The light will be better.

In the meantime,

I'll take my property.

Not by law.

I am the law here.

The question of who owns

this girl will be settled

in my office.

Sergeant, music.

Yes, sir.

Ladles and gentlemen,

continue dancing, please.

Captain Steele, bring

Miss Hale to my office.

Gentlemen.

well,

it might be, so come away.

She scrubs the floors

at Bone's tavern.

She can scrub

the floor at my house

any time she wants.

I wonder

where she got that dress.

Stolen, I reckon.

Did you know this,

Jane Fraser?

Of course I did.

She's a mighty fine girl.

I still say

that dress came from Paris.

Don't you go boiling

over in there, now.

You ain't supposed to

let on to the military

why you're here.

Keep your scalp on, John.

Mine's on tighter than yours.

Captain Holden, you haven't

one scrap of reason

or evidence to support

your claim to this girl.

The law requires

a bill of sale.

I have it.

Norfolk notary.

Sold to Bone. Bone to me.

These papers are in order.

You come brawling

into Mr. Garth's tavern,

killing Indians,

stealing bond slaves

and now you answer

his rightful claim

by hurling challenges

like a bully in a schoolyard.

Captain Holden's been trying

to pick a quarrel with me

ever since we left England.

Why?

I ask permission

not to answer that.

He's a bad loser,

that's all.

His vanity was hurt over this

girl and he's followed me here

to repair it with a bullet.

Is that true?

Did you come here

because of this girl?

Yes, sir.

This woman is yours,

Mr. Garth.

You can take her.

Do you realize

what you have done

to this woman?

Mr. Garth has the legal right

to give her the whipping post,

the pillory,

or the branding iron

if he chooses to use it.

Mr. Garth won't

live to use lt.

Good evening, Captain Ecuyer.

Come, Abby.

You'd better

take her out this way.

Captain Holden,

you are under my orders.

If you harm...

I'll send the dress

back to you, Captain Holden.

I'm going after that girl.

No, you are not.

If you try, you'll spend

the next five years

in the fort's dungeon.

And don't look

as though you'd like

to cut my heart out.

It's against regulations.

Shall we join the ladies?

Bone leave for Venango?

Yes, two hours ago.

You know what to do.

Abby. You. Get out.

A little sherry, perhaps.

No.

I once penned an ode

to the wines of Spain.

"Italian wines are rich..."

Abby. Wait.

"The wines of France

are light as air

but the wines of Spain..."

Are you going?

"The wines of Spain..."

Why did you go with Holden?

To be free.

He can't set you free.

He may, when he meets you

at sunup tomorrow.

Tomorrow never comes.

Aren't you going

to fight him?

I don't have to fight for you.

You're mine,

just as my horse or my dogs

or my boots are mine.

I'll serve my time, 14 years,

I'll work faithfully...

Faithfully?

Running away with Holden?

I'm not going to punish you.

But you'll never forget again

who you belong to.

Drums of war sound.

All fort die by white flag

that is red.

Why do the Indians

come to you?

Guyasuta wait for Garth.

You're with them.

Bring the girl.

Take your hands off me.

Stop it. Hannah,

please make them stop.

Make them let me go.

Jeremy.

Jeremy.

You savages.

And you fighting

a duel in the morning.

Why, this might be

your last dance.

Excuse me, ma'am,

I'll go and make my will.

Sorry, sir,

you're not to pass.

Captain Ecuyer.

Where's the Captain?

What's happened?

Don't let those people

in here. This is

the King's birthday ball.

I'm sorry, sir,

this woman's in distress...

Save your children.

Go. Go get your children.

That's Joe Pruitt's missus

from Clapham's.

Clapham's?

That's more than 20 miles.

Poor soul.

Let me help.

Stand back. Give her room.

Clapham's ain't no more.

They're all dead.

What happened?

Injuns, they killed my Joe.

No.

That child is badly hurt.

Get Dr. Boyd.

Yes, sir.

Some brandy for this woman.

Yes, sir.

They crept up in the night.

How many?

More than 100 of them.

They massacred Colonel Clapham

and all his womenfolk

and Jim Mealy

and the Garvice boys.

The murdering devils. Holden.

My babies.

I've got to get my babies.

Tom, come on.

My kids. I left them

with a Seneca squaw.

Well, I was just

visiting here.

May be a long visit.

Attention, everyone.

You will bring your families

into the fort, your livestock

and foodstuffs.

Major Trent, as the settlers

come in, form them

into militia companies.

Yes, sir.

Captain Steele,

put the entire garrison under

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