Against A Crooked Sky | WESTERN Family Movie | English | Full Christian Feature Film | Free Movie


(soft music) – [Narrator] In the
dark shadows of history lie legends of
lost civilizations whose kings ruled with
the power of gods. Only to crumble into
the dust of time. From such a place rode three horsemen. Their leader wearing the
gold of ancient royalty. (intense dramatic music) (humming) (screams) Darn you, Sam! Sam, you bring those clothes
back here this minute. Sam! Do you hear me? Sam Isaac. You just wait ’til I
get my hands on you. You just wait ’til
Ma hears about this. Sam! (wheels clanging) Oh! – [Sam] Better hurry
up and get dressed if you don’t wanna
get caught bare. Somebody’s coming. – Oh! (groans) (dramatic music) – [Milt] Whoa, whoa! Ma in the house?
– Yeah what’s wrong, Mr. Adams?
– Ain’t got time to talk now. Will you get her, please?
– Yeah. Ma? (birds chirping) – Milt, what is it? What’s happened? – It’s Jenny, I’m afraid
she’s got the cholera. – Cholera? – [Milt] You got to come, Molly. – Ma, can I go with you? – No.
– Why? – I ain’t chancing you
getting the cholera. – [Charlotte] Mama? – Charlotte, Jenny’s
got the cholera and I’m going with Milt
to see what I can do. And Charlotte, I’m
leaving you in charge. Your Pa’s not due back
’til late tonight and no telling how long I’ll be. So I’m trusting you both. And Sam, for once, mind
your sister, do you hear? None of your tricks. – And don’t think
you’re getting away with what you did, Sam Isaac. You’ll get your just
dues when Pa gets home. (soft music) – Charlotte, what about Ma? Won’t she get the cholera? – Maybe. – But she’ll die. – You don’t think that would
stop her from going, do you? She wouldn’t take a
thought to her own life if she thought she
could help save Jenny’s. – But that don’t make no sense. Her dying to save Jenny. – She ain’t gonna die. – [Sam] But she could. – You don’t understand, Sam. There’s a lot more
to it than that. If a person’s
everything he should be, he wouldn’t be thinking
of himself first. Even if it meant dying. – Where’d you get that idea? – Right under your nose. From the Holy Scriptures. Says right here in the Bible. You can’t have then to give
your life for a friend. – I don’t know
anybody I’d die for. Would you die for me? – I’d die for anybody
in this family. I’m sorry to say
that includes you. Sam, come look. – [Sam] I’ve never seen an
Indian like them before. Charlotte, what do we do? – [Charlotte] Sam, help me! – They’re coming right here! (dramatic music) – Come on. Quick, down there. – Will they get Callie? (shushes) (glass shattering) (dramatic music) (floors creaking) What if they set
fire to the cabin? – Let’s get outta here. Hide in the storehouse. (intense music) Okay, get outta here! We’ve got to get
out of this place! God, help us. Go, go! (intense music) Come on! – What about Callie?
– We can’t worry about Callie now! Here. (intense music) (screams) – Charlotte, Charlotte, hurry! You gotta get up, come on.
– I can’t. – You gotta get up. – My leg.
– We gotta get going. – Quick, get on and ride.
– I can’t leave you! – Oh, do as I say, go! Ride for help. Go! (intense music) (screaming) (horse whinnies) – John, thank heavens
they found you. – Milt says you got a good
look at those Indians, son. Were they Cheyenne or Shoshoni? – Neither one, Pa. Never seen Indians like them. They wore funny
looking moccasins. And one had a gold
band on his head. And they come riding in
not scared of nothing. – If they’ve done
anything to her… – It’s all my fault, Pa. Shouldn’t have gone
back for Callie. – You mean you came
back for that bull calf? – Molly. – They would’ve got him. – Yes, and now they
got your sister. – Molly, that’s enough. You’re being too hard on him. He’s only a boy. – I should have never
left him here alone. John, you gotta find her.
– I will. – You just got to. – I will, Molly. I won’t give up ’til I do. (soft music) – I’m sorry, Charlotte. I’m really sorry. (eerie music) – Whoa. This is where they got her. – First time in more
than three years anything like this has happened. – Zeke. Look at this. – I never see an Injun make
tracks like this before. Recent too. – Let’s ride before
the trail gets cold. (horse whinnies) (adventurous music) – Sure wish Pa had
taken me with him. (adventurous music) Come on, Greyback,
we gotta swim this. (horse whinnies) (gasping) (dog barking) (gasping) – Boy, grab that rope! Dagnabbit, grab the rope! (dog whining) Now he helped save your life. See there? Now he likes you, he
likes you real good. Bar Killer, come
over here right now or I’m gonna shoot you. Old Bar Killer, he
wouldn’t kill nobody. Except Bars and Injun,
maybe a white kid or two. (dog whines) All right. Get over to your corner, go on. Go on. You know I had a
boy like you once. Except he was ugly as dirt. Took after his mom. Ended up having to
slit his throat. Who are you? Well, speak up, boy. What’s your name? – Sam Sutter. – You one of them new settlers? Over by the Black Ridge country. – I’m looking for my sister. The Indians stole her. And I ain’t going
back ’til I find her. – Huh, well ain’t
you the gritty one. Hear that, Bar Killer? This little old boy. He can’t ford a river
or pack a rifle. But he’s setting off in Bar
and Indian country alone. Got no grub bag. What was you
figuring to feed on? And what have you got
in your pockets, huh? Maybe… Maybe this little trinket here. – That’s mine.
– Ah, it’s yours, is it? Well why don’t you take it? – It’s mine, give it here. – I said take it I– (dog barks) Get on, you scraggly monster. See, he likes you. He likes you real good. But he likes me better. Now where’d you get this? – Off them Injuns
that stole my sister. – Well, in all my
born put together, I never seen nothing
like this off no Indian. Hell, don’t even
smell like them. Nobody knows them
better than me. Now lookie there. Now, just fits. Your ma and pa
know you out here? – No. – Well, there’s
one thing you got, Sam Sutter, and that’s guts. But there’s one
thing you ain’t got. And that’s know how. (dog barks) You get away from here! You had your share. There’s others of us. Now, boy. I’ve been trapping
on this old river for nigh on 30 years. I know every tribe from
here to the divide. Speak six Injun tongues and still have to
hang on my scalp. And here come a skinny
little thing like you barging in the grizzly country without even enough
sense to cross a river. You know what I got
a good mind to do? Slit your throat. Now eat up. – I don’t want none. – You gonna insult my stew? You gonna insult my stew? Now boy, I said eat up. Well, don’t pay no
attention to him. You won’t find no cleaner hound in all this territory. Now boy, eat up! (belches) Now, sir. All my years here
in with redskins, I never seen nothing like that. Well, sure be worth something. Two, 300 dollars, I suppose. – Well yeah, you
ain’t getting it. It’s mine! – Nothing prettier
than sweet yellow gold. Ah! Ain’t about to say
another word to you ’til I take you
home in the morning. – I ain’t going home. – Sure you are. (laughs) – I ain’t going back! Not ’til I find my sister. Now give me what’s
mine and I’ll be off. I tell you, I ain’t going home. – Yeah you are. Ain’t that true, Bar Killer? (groans) (laughs) – There’s Ma. – Yep, there she is, waiting for you
with a razor strap. My oh my, the razor strap! Just a-quivering
and a-shivering. Ready to put them
blisters on you. – Ssh, Ma don’t like drunks. – Drunk? I ain’t no drunk. Ain’t I, Bar Killer? Afternoon, ma’am. My name’s Habicook. Most folks just call me Russian. You mighta heard of me. I’ve been trapping
in these parts for nigh unto 30 years. – Sam Issac, where you been? – Well ma’am, we found him
in a river near drowned, and me and old Bar Killer fetched him out and
brought him home to you. – Have they found Charlotte yet? – You don’t see her. And ma’am, if I was you, I would give him a whipping
and a good one too. – Hey, we got
enough trouble, Sam, without you running off too. I can’t take anymore. I just can’t. – Ma. – That’s right, boy,
you get in there and get what’s coming to you. And the next time, you
leave the searching to men. Come on, Bar Killer. (dog barks) Get around here, you monster. Come on. – Russian! – I killed a Bar! – Hey wait, you got my
headband, I want it. – Now boy, it ain’t
no good to you. I’m just gonna keep it. – Now give it here, I want it. – You know what that is? Now that is gold. That is sweet yellow gold and it ain’t no use
to no kid know how. – Now you ain’t getting it. It’s mine. – You know something? I shoulda let you drown. Shouldn’t I, Bar Killer? (dog barks) Ah. I killed a Bar! Over yar! I didn’t really do it. I was drunk. – Let me see that darn thing. – Well. What do you think? – Ain’t no way of
knowing for sure if it even came off an Injun. – It had to, I
found it in the spot where they got Charlotte. – Look, I ain’t
expecting any of you boys to ride out with me again. You gave me two weeks
of your time already and I’m much obliged. (soft music) – John. You ain’t giving up. – I’ll give up when I found her. Not a minute more. Now don’t you worry. (soft music) – Pa, I’ll go with you. We can find them,
we don’t need them. – You ain’t going, son. – Please Pa, I’ve
gotta help find her. I was to blame. – Sam, you did wrong
going off before. Now this time you’re staying and you’re looking
after your ma. I’m depending on you, son. – Yes, Pa. (soft music) ♪ An arrow flies ♪ ♪ Against a crooked sky ♪ ♪ The night wind knows ♪ ♪ Someone must die ♪ ♪ But love will live ♪ ♪ You hear the
night winds sing ♪ ♪ And when there’s love ♪ ♪ There is eternal spring ♪ (rooster crows) – You’re sure
growing good, Callie. Pa won’t even know
you when he gets back. Pa, it’s Pa! Ma he’s back! Pa! Ma, he’s been hurt. Looks like he’s been shot. – Oh dear God! Oh quick, Sam, help me
get him to the house. – Molly. – I’m here, John, now lie quiet. – I thought I’d never make it. The damn guiles. – Don’t try to talk. Sam, get my bag. – It ain’t no use, Molly. I searched. I tried. Our little girl’s gonna be dead. Ain’t no place left to look. – Lord forgive me,
but I hate them. And I’ll never
forgive them for it. (soft music) (water bubbling) (dog barking)
(laughing) – I killed a Bar! Knocked yar over there. I didn’t really do it. I was drunk. (mumbling) (knocking) – Russian, you in there? (gunshot) (laughing) You drunken old trapper. – I never seen you
before in my life. Bar Killer, tear his legs off. Nobody listens to
me at all anymore. Not even my dog. There ain’t no
way you can get me to take you noplace, knowhow. – Just think of all
that gold we’ll find once you take me to those Injuns that stole my sister. Just think, yellow gold. Stacks and stacks of it. – I sure reckon
everything that’s dear and precious to me is back
right there on that mule. Except maybe for old Bar Killer. Come on. (mellow music) Danged if you don’t make the worst coffee in the world. – Told you I never
made it before. – All for some dead squaw. – Russian. Did you really have a son? – Of course I did. I told you, didn’t I? – Did you really
slit his throat? (laughing) – What did you think I
made that stew out of? (laughs) He was a good boy. Told you he put
me in mind to you. His ma was Cheyenne. Bought her from old Chief
Shokobob for two jugs. Damn pox got them both. – You know, you’d think
after all this time, we would’ve found a clue by now. It’s like hunting
for ghosts, ain’t it? – You can’t expect
folks to know something about a tribe that don’t exist. Gets more clearer every day you dragged me out on
a wild goose chase. And you might as well know, I don’t aim to go on. – Russian, you ain’t quitting. – Had it in mind to head back first thing in the morning. – But you can’t! – What’s to stop me? – But I’ve got to have you long. How else am I gonna
talk to them Injuns? They’ll scalp me for sure. – And then wouldn’t
your ma and pa have something real
to grieve about. Both their kids
hanging in a tree. – I don’t care if
you do go back. But I’m going on ’til
I find Charlotte. You can bet that when
I find that gold, you ain’t getting one piece. You old yellowed-belly. – Well. It’s only two more
days to the Cheyennes, and after that, I’m
heading back and you, you can go to hell. (dog barking) (muffled chatting) Well lookie here. Ain’t she pretty? Wonder if old Shokobob
like to swap her for a smart aleck white kid. (laughing) (speaking in foreign language) Hello. (speaking in foreign language) Well, just like I figured. He don’t know nothing neither. Now, Sam Isaac, if
you’ll excuse me, I’m about to attend
a small social do. Following which,
I am heading back. (muffled chatting) (speaking in foreign language) That’s it, boy. Ain’t about to lift your scalp. – What’s he doing? Does he know anything? (speaking in foreign language) Why can’t he talk? – His tongue’s cut out. The old fool came
here years ago, dead of winter, tried
to steal some food, and these loving
Cheyenne took him in and sentenced him
to do squaw’s work for the rest of his life. – Well maybe he’s– – No, they don’t know who he is and they don’t know
where he came from. (speaking in foreign language) (soft music) The writing… Is great… Spirit. Great… Struggle. Crooked Sky. – Crooked Sky. That’s what we’ve been
looking for, Russian. That’s gotta be
where Charlotte is. – Now, I ain’t never
heard of no Crooked Sky and I ain’t about to go traipsing all over this country looking for someplace
I never heard of. – Ask him, Russian. Ask him where it is. (soft music) – No. He… Absolutely no tell
where Crooked Sky. He… Needs… Me and you… On trail. Crooked Sky. He… Wants to die. Now that’s among… His… People. – Sure we’ll take him home. Tell him, Russian. – Are you loco, look at him. He can barely totter
around this camp. He wouldn’t last one
day on the trail, and besides, I told
you where I’m going. – But that’s if we didn’t
find any clues here. But now we know
where Charlotte is. Please, Russian,
you gotta help me. – Nope, my mind’s made up. And this time, I mean it! Damn fool me! Listening to a brat, ah! (mellow music) (adventurous music) Shoulda never, shoulda
never, never, never come! Hey, hey! – What is it?
(shushes) What’s wrong? – This is Apache country and
that old buzzer knows it. (soft drum beating) All right. (groans) This is where we stop. Unpack this mule and make camp while I do a little scouting. Boy, you’d be wise to
keep that rifle handy. Bar Killer, come on. (birds chirping and cawing) (shrieking) – Sure wish that
Russian would get here. (shrieking) (intense music) (shrieking) Russian, look out! (intense music) Russian, look. (soft melancholy music) – Rotten Apaches. Killing my dog. There’ll be some black
hair hanging on my belt before I’m through with this. – Saved my life. Two times, he saved it. (soft melancholy music) Think he’s gonna make it? – For awhile, I guess. Lasted while we got
him out of those rocks. Might last just enough to
get us lost in that desert. Ooh-ee. I sure as hell hope he
knows where he’s going. (adventurous music) End of the world and we’re dead. – Russian, look. It’s the same drawing. Same as on the gold band. – Ooh-ee! Led us right to the
edge of nowhere. – But Russian, that’s
gotta be Crooked Sky. That’s what he’s
trying to tell us! We made it! What are you gonna do? Russian, we’re almost there. We’re likely right on top of it. And behind that rock wall, there’s water waiting
for us, and Charlotte, and enough gold
to make you rich. – In the morning, if I wake up, I’m heading home. And I likely won’t get far. But I’m going. – Why, you dirty
old drunken coward. You’re nothing but a
coward, always giving up. (soft music) Sorry, old man. About not being able
to keep my promise and take you back home. But I was hoping you’d
taken us to the right spot. But I guess Russian was right. You’re just a crazy old Indian. (intense music) Crooked Sky! Russian! Russian, wake up. Come on, we found
it, we found it. Come on, get up,
get up, come on. Right over here,
right over here. Crooked Sky. Right up there. – Well now. That is a freak of
nature to behold. – Why couldn’t we see it before? – I don’t know. Something to do with the
sun’s rays, I suppose. Well, come on. (intense music) There is water up there, boy. There is water. Come on, come on.
– Water. – Come on, get on out. Ooh-ee! (water splashing) Ain’t it beautiful! (water splashing) Now what in tarnation is that? (soft music) Well now, I never
seen nothing like that in all my life. – Russian, look! – That’s gold. Boy, that’s gold. Ooh-ee, I’m gonna be rich! Boy, you done right by me. You brought me to the
end of the rainbow. Ain’t it beautiful,
sweet yellow gold. Look at it, boy. Watch it shine, don’t
it pleasure your eyes? Ooh-ee! Sam, I’ll share it with you. You brought me here. I’ll share everything we find and there’ll be plenty of it. Ooh-ee! Sweet yellow gold! – Russian, look at this! What does it all mean? – Hell if I know. Now, boy. We got to dig up this
arrow and get packing. Come on! (soft music) Come on! (eerie music) Well, fit to be scalped. Praying boy, best
get to your prayers. We sure as hell
gonna need them now. (horses neighing) (dog barking) (horse neighing) (groans) – Ain’t gonna kill us, are they? (speaking in foreign language) – Keep your mouth shut, boy. – I don’t want it. (speaking in foreign language) – Just a matter of time. We’re poisoned for sure. Just a matter of time, oh my. (laughing) Old bat. I’m going. Could be… Trapping on the old river
country with Bar Killer. Instead, look at me now. Laying here near naked, being gawked at by that old bat and them other squaws. I’m going, boy,
I’m going, I’m… (speaks in foreign language) (groaning) (soft music) (speaks in foreign language) (intense drum music) (speaking in foreign language) – Russian, Russian. Quick, untie this. Quick, untie this. – I feel like the
inside of a sow’s belly. What the devil? – It’s old Cut Tongue. Must be dead. – Look like they’re
fixing a barbecue. Boy, I ain’t waiting
around to find out. Come on. Now cut that out! (eerie drum music) – They burn Ekimah soon. – You speak English? – White girl teach
me your language. I am Ashkea. Daughter Chief Shumeki. My father feel sorrow, anger, for one who killed
brother, Ekimah. – Old Cut Tongue murdered? – Ekimah great warrior. Once for chief, but
failed test Crooked Sky. Ekimah feel shame. Leave people. Never return. – No no, he passed his
test, didn’t he, Russian? That’s why he cried when
he saw the gold band. – Shumeki win gold. Now chief. – And we might just be next. – Look, you’ve gotta help me. Your people, they
stole my sister. Charlotte. I’ve gotta see her. Please, you gotta help me. You just gotta help me. I’ve gotta see her. I’ve gotta talk to her. Gold band, that’s him. He’s the one that stole my– (groans) – You willing to take
on this whole tribe? Easy! – He Temkai, my brother. Your sister’s husband. Wear gold, soon to be chief. – Charlotte? – They say she kill…Ekimah. – No. No, she wouldn’t do that. Now you tell that old
buzzard of a chief that if he tried
to kill my sister, I’m gonna kill him. Now you tell him
that for a start because I mean business. – Boy, you trying to
get us both barbecued? Now cut it out. (speaks in foreign language) She’s telling him. (speaking in foreign language) – Chief angry. He no like be called buzzard. He say you go or die with girl. – Tell him I’m not
leaving this place without that girl. – Boy, you want me to come
over there and get you? – I didn’t come all this way just to see my sister die. Before I give up fighting, I’ll give my own
life for Charlotte’s. Now you tell him that. – Boy. I never seen nothing like you in all my born put together. (speaking in foreign language) – You let Charlotte go? – Chief say if
Charlotte have no blame, boy race sun to Crooked Sky. Give blood to let sister live. Your death will prove
your sister’s innocence. It means the gods have
allowed you to win. – What do I have to do? – Race him against the sun. Now that is the cruelest,
damnedest thing I ever heard of. Asking a scrawny
little kid like you to race against the sun. And for the privilege
of receiving an arrow that was meant for your sister. – We’ve gotta prove
who did it, Russian. That’s the answer. – You knot head, haven’t
you figured that out yet? – You know? – Oh, I’m not so blind
I can’t see the facts. Now, if old Cut Tongue
was telling the truth about winning that gold band, then he should’ve been
the king all along. But… He was left out in that
desert without a tongue. He was left out there to die. And somebody else is
running this place. You hush up, boy, or
we ain’t worth rags. Not to ourselves,
not to your sister, not to nobody. – What are we gonna do? – Hell if I know. – We gotta help save Charlotte. – Boy, you really
do expect miracles. And where’s all that
gold you promised me? Now that’s our bargain. You gonna bring me out for gold. And now you’re asking
me to risk my life and I gotta think about that. – We don’t got time to think. We only got ’til morning. – I said I’m gonna
think about it. – Little brother. Please come. (soft music) Charlotte. – Charlotte. – Sam! – Everything should be okay. Just leave it in my hands. – How’s Mama? Papa? I miss them so much. – They’re doing just fine. They miss you too. – Please, Sam, I
want you to go home. Please, before they harm you. – I’m going home all right, but I’m taking you with me. – But there’s no way. – Hurry, little brother. Not find us here. – Wait. Want you to take this home. Ma and Pa. – Please hurry! – Go before it’s too late. Ashkea, keep my secret. Temkai must never find out that I carry his child. Not with what he must do. (soft music) – Ashkea, what does it
mean to race the sun? – You will begin in
the valley below. Race across the valley and climb to the
top of Crooked Sky. This must be done before
the shadow of the sun leaves the golden arrow. – How? How could anybody ever do it? – Even the strongest warriors fail the test of Crooked Sky. You do as your sister begs. Return to your own land. To your mother and father. It is Temkai. He sad for what he must do. – I don’t understand. – He wear gold. His arrow must take
Charlotte’s life. It is the way of my people. – What? – My people’s ways are hard. (soft music) – I’ll do it. Who says I can’t? God will help me and
I’ll make it too. And I’ll be the one that’ll
take Temkai’s arrow. – I do not understand such love. To give so much for your sister. – She’d do it for me. So would Ma and Pa. They believe what it
says right in here. About giving your
life for a friend. Here. There’s no need of
me keeping this now. (soft music) (yells in foreign language) (intense music) Please, God. Don’t let me give up. (intense music) (panting) (coughs) – Ow. Sam? Sam? Sam! – Ma? Ma! Ma! Ma! Pa! Ma! Ma! – It’s Sam! (soft music) – Well, about time you got back. – Howdy, Russian. – Where you two been, running off without a word? – What brings you out here
this time of the year? – Well now, John, I was afraid that if we got a heavy snow, I might get locked in, and I was hoping I could spend a little time with you folks. – Well now, you’re
welcome to stay just as long as you’d like. (cow moos) Sam, take your
cow to the corral. (dog whimpering) – What the hell is that? – We saved him for you, Russian. Name is Bar Killer. – Well, you knot head. Don’t you know enough
not to give my dog’s name to a scraggy thing like that? (dog whimpers) Let me see it. (dog whimpers) (laughing) (soft music) – Where’s Russian off to today? – Went to get his mule. – His mule? – Yeah, his mule left
him this morning. He was cussing it
and that thing turned and headed towards the hills. (laughs) Guess it had enough of him. (laughs) Yeah. We’re gonna miss that Russian. – Uh-huh. He was a good old boy. – Pa? – Yes, son. – Do you think Ma will ever get back to the way she was? – What do you mean, Sam? – She don’t act the same. – Your ma is going through
a lot of pain, son. I guess maybe she doesn’t
realize what she’s got for thinking about
what she’s lost. You know, when you and
Charlotte was both gone, well, she never stopped
hoping and praying that you’d both come back. And you came back
and told us that Charlotte had died of a fever
at that Indian camp, well, I guess, maybe she
just ain’t expected it. We’ll just have to
give it time, son. And trust in the Lord. Hey, it’s getting hot. How about some water? (intense music) Sam! Sam! Sam! – No, Sam! Stop him, John! – Please, Molly, stay here. Sam! (intense music) What’s the matter with you, boy? – It was Temkai. (shushes) (soft music) – Molly! Molly! – I saw you fall. – Oh, Sam. (whimpers) Ashkea. She took my place
at Crooked Sky. – Molly! Molly, come on! – Charlotte, I… (baby crying) – He’s my son. Mine and Temkai’s. – What is it, John? What’s wrong? – Mama? Mama! – Come on! (soft music) – Baby. (sobbing) Thank God. (soft music) ♪ An arrow flies ♪ ♪ Against a crooked sky ♪ ♪ The night wind knows ♪ ♪ Someone must die ♪ ♪ But love will live ♪ ♪ You hear the night wind sing ♪ ♪ And where there’s love ♪ ♪ There is eternal spring ♪ ♪ One leaf may fall ♪ ♪ But the tree grows tall ♪ ♪ True love lives on ♪ ♪ And there is ♪ ♪ No lasting song ♪ ♪ The night wind cries ♪ ♪ Against a crooked sky ♪

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