- You or me, for instance.
- Well, they can.

As a matter of fact,
Indians can smell White people.

- I don't believe it.
- Well, it's true.

I'm part Indian, and I can smell you
when I'm downwind of you.

- That's impossible.
- No, it isn't impossible, Mrs. Lowe.

You baked today.
I can smell fresh bread on you.

Sometime today you cooked with salt pork.
Smell that on you, too.
You smell all over like soap.
You took a bath. And on top of that,
you smell all over like a woman.

I could find you in the dark, Mrs. Lowe,
and I'm only part Indian.

Mrs. Lowe.
What do you want?
- I watered and grained the stock.
- Thank you.

I'll bed down near here someplace tonight.
Mr. Lane?
You can't sleep outside,
there's a storm coming.

I've fixed a pallet for you in the corner.