Tom McCord: No notches? Farrell: New job, new gun. Colorados: And you go back to your settlement. Tell them that there are Indians who do not wish death to all whites... but peace. Sierra Nevada Jones: You going to help us. Colorados: Is it so hard to believe that I am a human being too? Red Lance: My son, the time is not far when you must wear this buffalo helmet which is now mine. Your worries will be great, your problems will be many, but the greatest is not how to deal with the whites... but how to keep your own tribe together. Colorados: The first thing you must learn from a white man is never ask reason.