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hwp Some people hear their own inner voices with great cleanness.
And they live by what they hear.
Such people become crazy, or they become legends ...
Tristan Ludlow was bom in the moon of the falling leaves.
lt was a terrible winter.
His mother almost died bringing him into this world.
His father, the Colonel, brought him to me.
l wrapped him in a bear skin and held him all that night.
As he grew into a man, l taught him the joy of the kill.
When the hunter cuts out its warm heart. -
- setting its spirit free.
Colonel Ludlow had three sons, but Tristan was his favourite.
ld had sons, too ...
But they were gone now ... Forever.
lt was a very bad time.
The Colonel had tried to help the people.
But it was no use.
So he decided to go his own way.
He wanted to lose the madness over the mountains, he said.
Begin again.
Lose the madness, he said ...
And so we lived for many years, and the boys grew strong.
Alfred was the older brother, old even for his years.
Samuel was the youngest.
There was nothing these brothers would not do for him.
They watched over him like a treasure.
One year ... l am an old man, l cannot remember the year.
lt was the moon of the red grass.
lsabel Ludlow, their mother, went away for the winter.
She said the winters were too cruel for her.
She said she was afraid of the bears.
She was a strange woman, anyway.
That spring, though, she did not retum.
And after that. she did not come much to see us.
Alfred wrote her many letters, but Tristan refused to speak of her.
His world was here ... with me.
Every warrior hopes a good death will find him.
But Tristan couldn t wait. He went looking for his.
Tristan! Tristan!
- Was it a bear? - Yes, sir
Can you breathe? Take your hand away
Youre a stupid, half-bred jackass
Did One Stab put you up to this?
You deserve to be dead God knows how youve lived so long
l have these letters.
Read them.
They are from all of them. Ludlow ... lsabel ... Samuel.
The whole family. The whole story.
lt is all written here.
April th, .
Dear lsabel, l am not fool enough to try to alter a life already lived.
But l feel l have not done well raising our sons in this wild place.
What did l know of children? l was trained to lead men.
This is infinitely harder.
Dear William, you take too much responsibility on yourself.
Our sons can find their own paths. They are willful, certainly, -
- but who are we to complain of willfulness.
l have news of Samuel. At a Harvard tea -
- he met Miss Susannah Finncannon.
l know it will surprise you greatly, but they are engaged.
This summer he will bring her to Montana to meet you all.
So behave yourself and be as charming as only you can be.
There he is
- How the hell are you? - Good, and you?
Samuel Good to see you, boy
Father, this is my fiancee Susannah
- Miss Finncannon - lm pleased to meet you
And this is Alfred
- Heres your dog - lts a horse
- Thats a strange-looking animal - Finn is a champion
- An exotic dog, Miss Finncannon - Yes, Mr Ludlow
Call me Susannah
- Hes just plain old Alfred - Shut up
- Wheres Tristan? - Hes off somewhere
Hell be here tonight, or Ill know the reason why
Miss Finncannon, please Did you have a good journey?
She is a lovely creature, William, -
- but she has a certain fragility after the loss of herparents.
At times l think she feels very alone in the world.
But she has found a new family now.
The German military is ready
The entire civilized world could be plunged into
The word civilized has no place in the affairs of this world
Our mother has told us of your sympathy for the social reformers
