"From the president of the
United States of America..."

"to first sergeant
Michael Patrick Gilhooly..."

"for bravery above
and beyond the call of duty."

lt's your papa.
Reminds me of the first time
l ever saw you.

lt was over 17 years ago.
You walked into my store...
not much bigger than
the bundle you were carrying.

And in the bundle was the most
beautiful baby l ever saw.

And was she hungry!
You walked all the way
from Superstition Creek...

just to trade me that medal
for a case of canned milk.

G.W. was off somewhere,
as usual, fighting lndians.

MAN: Sheriff!
Sheriff Lord!
Well, have you
seen the sheriff?

SECOND MAN: Kind of early
for him. Did you try his house?

FlRST MAN: Now, why didn't
l think of that?

Looks like Birnbaum's is open.

Maybe somebody
in here knows.

So there you are, Sheriff.
l told you
you were headed for trouble.

SHERlFF: Trouble?
MAN: l want to know
by whose authority...

you let those lndians
stay in town.

Those savages are wards
of the government,

and l am the representative
of that government...

G. W: l told Sheriff Lord
that he could put them up...

down by the clay slide.
Because the town's named after
him, he thinks he owns it.

Well, you check the books in
the recorder's office,

and you'll find l do
own a fair piece of it.

Agard, if you knew anything
about lndians,

you'd know that they're doing
their level best...

to put up with our so-called
benevolent patronage...

in spite of the nincompoops that
have been put in charge of it.

Those lndians need my permission
to leave the reservation.

Those chiefs have been giving
orders all their lives.

lt's pretty hard
for them to understand...

that they have to
hold up their hand...

like a schoolboy
in a classroom.

AGARD: The law is very clear.