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The United States, Marshal.
Marshal Dillon.
Hello.
My name is Bryant, Marshal.
Come in, Mr. Bryant.
Thank you.
Me and my boy, we've got a ranch up in the South Fork of the Salam.
Oh, what can I do for you?
Well, now, I ain't in no way is responsible, you understand.
It has been kind of put on me, you might say.
What has?
And the Indians started it.
They was raiding for horses a couple of days ago.
They'd have got them.
Me too, probably.
But for this kid they had along.
A kid?
Yeah.
He tried to come in ahead of the rest of the Indians.
He showed himself too soon.
That's what happened.
My son saw them in time to warn me.
We put up a standoff fight and the Marappajos didn't get a single horse.
Oh, what's the trouble then?
Oh, we got the kid.
What?
Yeah, he's still there.
Wilder than a deer.
He got shot in the leg a little.
We brought him into the house after.
I want to know what to do with him, Marshal.
How old is the boy, Mr. Bryant?
It's hard to say.
I bet he's twelve and under.
That's pretty young to be on a raiding party.
He sure is, but he's awful wild.
He tried to kill me twice already.
Why don't you turn him over to a reservation somewhere?
I'll take care of him.
No, I can't do that, Marshal.
They wouldn't have him.
Well, why not?
Well, he ain't no Indian.
He's a white boy.
A white boy?
Yeah, sure acts like an Indian.
I think he's been living with them Marappajos a long time.
That's what I think.
Well, I don't know what I can do, Mr. Bryant.
Well, one thing's sure, Marshal, I can't keep him no more.
Don't seem right for a white boy to go back to live among the Marappajos.
No.
Oh, you got to come up with me and do something about him.
Look, Mr. Bryant, I'm a U.S. Marshal.
I'm hired to keep the peace, not play nursemaid to orphans.
The only man I ever heard of around here thought he might help that boy.
If he won't, he won't.
He'll have to run him off into the prairie, I guess.
Wait a minute, Mr. Bryant.
All right, all right.
We'll, we'll ride back out with you in the morning.
I don't see nobody around, Mr. Bryant.
No, no, my, my son be out in the cattle this time of day.
I told him to lock that kid in the potato cellar when he had to leave the house.
That end over there?
Yeah, that's it.
He'll be in there.
Now, we just open the door, Marshal, and maybe he'll come out.
All right.
You grab him if he runs just here.
Thank you.
And you watch out for him.
He'll do anything, that kid.
Hey, kid, you come on out here.
Stand back down.
Well, just look at him.
You wouldn't hardly know he was a white boy, would you, young?
Hello, son.
You've come to kill me, haven't you?
You, now nobody's going to kill you, son.
We're just here to help you, that's all.
Hey, you look pretty weak to me.
Is it that hole in your leg, or haven't they been feeding you?
Well, he won't eat, Marshal.
At least he wouldn't when I left.
You been eating, kid?
No.
You see what I mean?
It's easier to be tortured on an empty stomach.
Now, son, nobody's going to torture you, and nobody's going to kill you.
I would like to have a look at that leg, though, where he got hit.
I'm all right.
Yeah, come on, let's go in the house.
We'll see for sure.
No, I don't...
Hey, he's being...
Yeah, I got him.
Poor old fella.
Why haven't you done anything about this bullet in his leg, Brad?
Well, I tried, Marshal.
He wouldn't let me near it.
He tried to bite me.
Well, they can't fight much now.
All right, come on, show me where to put it.
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I carried the wounded boy into the ranch house and I laid him on a bed and went to work.
He came to in the middle of the operation, but he didn't move a muscle or utter a sound.
When I was over, I got some strong teed on him and then he went to sleep.
A couple of hours later, I noticed he'd waked up and I walked over to the bed.
You fixed my leg?
Of course I did.
Why?
You might have died if I hadn't. A wound like that gets in the way.
The Rappahorts don't care if their prisoners die.
You're not a prisoner here.
Yes, I am.
What's your name anyway?
Yorkie.
Yorkie? Is that all?
That's all I remember.
Is that what the Rappahorts call you?
Yes, they won't give me another name until I'm a brave.
Well, Yorkie is a white man's name. Where are your parents?
Killed in a raid, they told me. I've been in Rappahort ever since.
What was your father's name, do you know?
I don't know.
How come you remember English so well?
An old man in the tribe makes me talk every day.
I don't know where he learned, but he says it'll come to use later when I'm brave.
You know, I've wars against the white man.
Well, Yorkie, you are a white man.
Yes, but I live with the Rappahorts.
Well, you did, but you're back among your own people now.
You've learned to live a different life.
No.
You mean you want to go back with the Indians?
First, I have to make a big coup.
Make a big coup? What for?
I'll be killed if I don't.
What are you talking about?
I allowed myself to be seen and exposed to the raiding party.
Well, I'll be killed if I don't make a coup and return with a scalp or some horses.
A kid like you?
Unless you kill me first.
Now, Yorkie, nobody's going to kill you.
Now, you get that out of your head.
You're not going to kill anybody either or steal any horses, or you'll forget about that.
If I make a big coup, my mistake on the raid will be forgiven.
And I'll be the youngest brave in the whole tribe.
Well, we'll argue about that later, but what were you doing on this raid in the first place?
A white boy must prove himself many times.
It's harder than for an Indian.
That's why they let me come.
I see.
You've got yourself quite a problem, that New Yorkie.
But right now, why don't you go back to sleep for a while, huh?
And I'll have some soup for you when you wake up.
Like a little more coffee, Mr. Brandt?
Oh, yeah, thank you.
What are you going to do about that kid, Marshall?
There's not much I can do, Brandt.
Well, you can't leave him here.
I didn't bring him here.
Marshall, I'm serious. Even if that was an ordinary kid, I got no way to raise him.
But this thing's bad. I told you he'd been after me twice already.
Well, he needs a scalp to take back. It's a matter of life or death with it.
He ain't taking mine.
You really think he might kill somebody, Mr. Young?
Left alone, yeah.
But he's so young.
Well, I heard that Billy the Kid killed a man when he was 12.
Age doesn't seem to matter much.
Can't you talk him out of it? Show him it's wrong.
I've tried, but Yorkie thinks like an Indian.
He doesn't know anything about the white man's world.
Eh, I guess not.
How's he feeling this morning, anyway?
I hoped his fever would be down, but it isn't.
Well, he needs a doctor, that's what.
Yeah.
Oh, by the way, Brandt, is this one of your guns?
Where'd you get it?
Yorkie had it when I went in there this morning.
But he was too weak to use it.
I told you he's a bad one, Marshall. He'll kill someone yet.
All Yorkie understands right now is kill or be killed.
Why don't you get your wagon, Brandt?
We'll take him into Dodge.
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The next few days, Yorkie lay on the couch in Doc's office,
and he watched us with wild, restless eyes.
In spite of his obvious courage, I think he was a little frightened.
And when Doc was suddenly called on a case out in the country for several days,
I had an idea, and I sent Chester to find Kitty.
You want me to nursing, is that it, ma'am?
Well, partly, Kitty, but also I thought maybe you could talk to him a little.
It's hard for him to trust a man, I guess.
Yeah, I know. Chester told me about him.
He'll be well enough pretty soon to get into trouble, bad trouble.
I'll do what I can.
Kitty, try to get him to eat something.
I haven't had much luck.
Yeah, all right. But you stay here.
Yeah.
Hello, Yorkie.
Who are you?
My name's Kitty. I'm going to take care of you.
Why?
Because you're sick.
Wouldn't you take care of somebody who's sick?
Not an enemy.
We're not enemies, Yorkie.
But even if we were, I'd take care of you.
Prisoners get well by themselves, or they die.
Not around me they don't.
Anyway, you're not a prisoner.
You can leave anytime you want to.
Is that the truth?
Yeah, of course it is.
Unless you do something wrong, like killing or stealing.
We don't have to talk about that.
I want to know about you.
All sorts of things.
What it was like, whether you were apahos or...
What you remember about when you were younger.
I won't tell any secrets.
I don't want to know any secrets, Yorkie.
Maybe you can tell me...
Did you have a mother in the tribe?
Tell me about that.
I'm a white boy.
They've never let me have a mother.
My eyes are big enough I didn't need one.
Do you ever want one, Yorkie?
I don't know. I guess so sometimes.
You better have one.
Mine was killed in a raid when they found me.
I know. Do you remember it all?
No. Sometimes I think I do.
Sometimes when I'm asleep.
What do you remember about it then?
I don't know. Just a feeling, I guess.
Sort of like being in the warm.
Is that what it's like?
Yeah. I think that's what it's like, Yorkie.
Very much like that.
I'm hungry. Kitty would...
Would you let me have something to eat?
Of course I would, Yorkie. Of course I would.
Kitty spent as much time with Yorkie as she could manage,
and whenever she'd been with him he always seemed calmer and less frightened.
We began to have hopes that maybe the boy would take to his new life after all.
Chester and I were busy and except for taking some food up now and then,
we turned Yorkie's care over to Kitty completely.
When will Doc be back, Mr. Yolm?
Well, he said word he'd have to be out there another day.
I guess Miss Taylor's been real sick.
You reckon maybe Yorkie could just live with Doc?
Oh, I don't know what to do with him, Chester. Maybe he ought to be on a ranch somewhere.
I don't know.
That's where we've got to do something with him.
Where's Yorkie?
He's upstairs, Kitty.
Have you been up there today? Have you seen him?
No.
Well, Yorkie's gone, Matt.
I'll go take a look.
I've already searched the place. He isn't there.
Let's go look in the street, Chester. Maybe somebody's seen him.
You better find him. That's all I can say.
We'll find him, Kitty. Don't worry.
Maybe he's got a hold to a gun somewhere.
I hope not. Anyway, if he's as smart as I think he is,
he'll locate a horse to get away on first.
Maybe a couple of them.
Just when I was beginning to think you were going to settle down a little.
You never know. I still got faith in that kid somehow.
Let's cross over to Moss Grimmick's stable there.
There's Moss, you know.
Yeah. Hey, Moss.
Hello, Marshall. Chester.
Hello, Moss.
I was going to come see you, Marshall.
That kid you brought in to dodge the other day?
What about him?
I caught him trying to steal one of my horses.
Who got Yorkie?
Where is he, Moss?
He put up quite a fight for a sick boy, Marshall, a little wild cat.
Had his time up, finally.
Throwed him in the saddle room there.
Sure a mean one.
There he is.
Little devil, he'll hang yet.
Here, give me your knife.
Don't untie him, Marshall.
I'll handle him all right, Moss.
Hang on, Chester.
Oh, Yorkie, I'm sorry this happened.
I'd have given you a horse if you'd asked me.
There.
I wasn't going to steal him.
Then what was you doing riding him out of that stall, young fella?
Wait a minute, Moss.
You say you weren't going to steal him, Yorkie?
No.
Well, what were you doing then?
Kitty didn't come and I got lonely.
I...
I don't know.
I think I do.
You just wanted to be around something familiar, something you know.
Isn't that right?
I guess so.
And you lived with horses all your life.
You know them pretty well, so you came over here.
I wasn't going to steal him.
I just wanted to get on him.
You know, I half believe the boy, Marshall.
Please tell her the truth, Moss.
Yorkie, I'm sorry I treated you rough.
Now why didn't you tell me?
What are you going to do with me now?
Doc will be back tomorrow, Yorkie.
If he says it's okay for you to stay up, you can.
And in the meantime, Kitty will be there.
All right.
I tell you what, Yorkie, you get well, you come over here, I'll give you a horse to ride.
You will?
Sure, I got lots of horses. You can take your pick.
I don't understand you.
Well, he trusts you, Yorkie.
We all do.
You shouldn't trust anybody.
Well, maybe not, but we do anyway.
Hey, Moss, I got an idea.
Yeah, Marshall?
I don't suppose you could use a stable boy around here, huh?
Some kid who really knows horses and who's used to hard work.
Well, I don't have much money, Marshall, but I could feed him a little.
Maybe fix him a bed in the saddle room here.
Of course, a good boy is like a good horse, you know.
There's bound to be some hot blood in him.
Try to lift my hair, I'll whop him good.
That clear, young fella?
You're talking about me?
Of course I'm talking about you, Yorkie.
One thing, I can't hire nobody unless he has a whole name.
Moss Yorkie don't know his last name.
Well, call him anything.
Kelly, huh? That's a good name.
Yorkie Kelly?
Grimmick and Kelly. Sounds all right to me.
But you people get out of here now. I got work to do.
And Yorkie, when Doc says you're fit and you come back.
I'll be back, Moss.