Based on the Life of Frank T. Hopkins
Wounded Knee Creek December 29, 1890
Boy.
Where are they taking us?
They called you Blue Child.
I knew your mother.
Black Coyote is deaf. He cannot hear your orders. Please...
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Far Rider, I must speak to Long Hair. Please speak United states for me.
Yes. He'll do whatever he can.
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Long Hair has promised me rock candy in Pittsburgh.
Our good red and blue days are over.
Perhaps all of us will die in this show of the great Cody.
You have a chance to go save yourself, Far Rider.
Hidalgo is not the horse he used to be, Chief.
There's nothing wrong with that horse.
Is it better to perish here in this Wild West, as Cody tells it?
I saw what happened at Wounded Knee Creek.
I carried the orders.
I call you "Far Rider," not because of your great races and your fine pony,
but because you are one who rides far from himself, and wishes not to look back.
Until you do, you are neither white man nor lndian.
You are lost.
The Prince is a fine young man of pedigree, educated in the mission school.
I have chosen him to ride Al-Hattal. Why can you not accept...?
Father...
I pray only for your happiness.
Be careful, then, Father.
Because I am happiest on a horse, riding where females are forbidden.
There is a tempest in my tent.
But it has come in the form of my cherished daughter
to upset my failing pancreas.
The Aden caravan has arrived.
The good Lady Davenport...?
Yes. And an American on a horse of most unusual color.
The cowboy.
Let in the light.
Fly high, my friend.
What are you doing here?
Go back to work now.
Wash him with cold water.
I don't believe it.
Your Excellency.
- Peace be with you. - And also be with you.
Bless you, sheikh of sheikhs.
Sit, Katib. Revive thy spirit.
Allah willing, I never miss the great race, Uncle.
If I owned more flocks, I would bet them all.
I have come to beseech you one last time.
Forgive me, and allow me to share in the ownership of our forefathers' horses.
You have not the discipline to be keeper of such royalty as your grandfather's horses.
Least of all Al-Hattal - he is my son.
Go rob pilgrims. That is your calling.
Even the blessed Prophet was a raider in his time.
This is blasphemy.
How is the coffee?
Most excellent. I am revived.
Allah has decided that I should not sleep well these nights.
You have disgraced this house.
I am sickened.
- It is not how it appears. - He forced you into his quarters.
No, I went by my own volition.
I wished only to speak with him.
He did not touch your daughter, but tried to protect her from danger.
I am responsible.
Have you ever considered just poisoning me, Jazira?
Why torture me with slow precision?
Why force me to marry a man who has never looked at me?
If he looks at you, I have to cut off his head.
You are not yet his property.
The women of the western tribes no longer wear the veil.
Pray you were of a western tribe. I would not be in this position.
And in the middle of the great race, shame upon you.
Shame upon you, Father.
For allowing me to ride horses when no one sees.
For taking me on gazelle hunts when the men make pilgrimage.
You are all I have. You are my treasure.
But when the eyes of the people are on the great sheikh, I am lowly.
Let him go.
How dare you give orders to a man in my tent.
Remove a certain woman to the tent of office.
No. It is not right.
Go, Prince.
Al-Hattal. He is gone.
Faster, traitor.
You know that my father will never surrender Al-Hattal.
I will tell you something about your father.
He is a failure at being a ruler. He allows emotions to govern him.
I do not.
And he has become Sheikh of Sheikhs.
Whilst you, no more than a brigand.
I am the greatest horseman of the tribe.
I could defeat any rider in the great race, if I was allowed to sit the back of Al-Hattal.
Why am I not?
Because the sacred is not for sale, as are you.
If Al-Hattal is not turned out onto the sands of the Hamad by midnight,
I send your head to my uncle, wrapped in Baghdad silk.
I am warned.
You are promised.
Open the doors! He is here!
Al-Hattal is here!
Come quickly.
Get the girl!
The cowboy forgot his drink.
Jinni, no. Go away.
Get Al-Hattal.
Faster. He is escaping.
Stop!
You heard the Christian woman.
We were not to kill him.
Look. They're escaping!
Stop. Release the hunters.
Help me.
Is it true that the chief named Eagle Horn has returned to the reservation?
He has taken the journey.
But he knew you won, Far Rider, in the faraway sand.
Good.
Will you help me with something?