A man facing a mystery. A woman searching for the past. Together they chase a legend.taglines
What's an Indian boy who don't speak a word of English doing out in the middle of nowhere, sixty miles from the nearest town?
Dynamite? It's like wine, it only gets better with age.
I've seen this place reduce grown men to tears. It ain't no place for a woman.
I told you to watch your step! You're not in a classroom! Out here one little mistake will get you killed.
Could you promise me something? No matter how bad it gets, no matter what happens... don't let them eat my dog.
Rule number one, Briggs: never take your eyes off the suspect.
Look, Elvis is dead, the government is not hiding UFOs, and there are no Indians living in the Oxbow.
It's a little disconcerting to realize that the smartest member of our expedition's the dog.
Lillian Sloan: [after Tracker Lewis Gates hands her an arrow] So, where'd you find this?
Lewis Gates: In the Oxbow.
Lillian Sloan: The Oxbow. Wasn't that just in the news? Something about convicts?
Lewis Gates: Yeah, I'm the guy they hired to find them.
Lillian Sloan: Bounty hunter?
Lewis Gates: Please, civil servant. It sounds a little less...
Lillian Sloan: Barbaric?
Lillian Sloan: You know what this is?
Lewis Gates: Well, call it a wild guess. An arrow?
Lillian Sloan: A Cheyenne arrow, Dog Soldier to be exact.
Lewis Gates: Dog Soldier?
Lillian Sloan: Within the Cheyenne tribe there used to be a military society made up of the strongest and bravest men. They were fierce fighters — unyielding. They called themselves Chotometnea — dogmen. The cavalry called them dog-soldiers — and they were suicide soldiers — they often acted as rear-guard, a sort of sacrificial decoy so the rest of the tribe could escape.
Lewis Gates: Why are you being so goddamn pigheaded?
Lillian Sloan: Because I'm goddamn good at it!
Lillian Sloan: You're really in your element out here aren't you?
Lewis Gates: I like the solitude. Lately, seems the only time I'm at ease is when I've got a hundred miles between me and the rest of humanity.
Lillian Sloan: Sounds like you were born about a century too late.
Lillian Sloan: There's been plenty of men, some worked out and some didn't, it just always had to be on my terms.
Lewis Gates: Lady, if I was born a century too late, you were definitely born a century too early.
Lewis Gates: Why Indians?
Lillian Sloan: Oh, because I admire them. And because we owe them a tremendous debt.
Lewis Gates: How's that?
Lillian Sloan: Well, they gave us romance, myths, legends. They gave us a history. The Indians shaped the character of our entire nation.
Lewis Gates: We picked a hell of a way to say thank you, didn't we?
Lillian Sloan: What happened was inevitable. The way it happened was unconscionable.
Lewis Gates: You wanna go back?
Lillian Sloan: Yes. I'm an anthropologist, not Daniel Boone.
Lewis Gates: What are you telling him?
Lillian Sloan: I told him we come in a good way, in peace. I also told him you were a great warrior who wasn't afraid to fight them all single-handedly.
Lewis Gates: You've got to be kidding.
Lillian Sloan: The Cheyenne admire bravery. Let's just hope they don't put you to the test.
Lewis Gates: If they do, I'm coming after you first.
Lillian Sloan: He's leader of the dog soldiers: next in line to be chief.
Lewis Gates: I guess it takes a real man to shoot a dog.
Lillian Sloan: You should be happy they didn't eat him. Oh, didn't I tell you? That's the other reason they're called dog soldiers.
Lewis Gates: You're not gonna walk around naked in the morning, are you?
Professor Lillian Stone: I'll try to restrain myself.
A man facing a mystery. A woman searching for the past. Together they chase a legend.
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Between past and present mystery and magic lives the legend.