Meanwhile, Cullen has managed to get himself to the blacksmith's tent. Elam hammers away at his chains while another man serves as lookout, peering out of the tent flap in a conspicuously suspicious way. Elam notices Cullen looking at the scars around his own wrists and explains, "Had some jackrabbit in me, too. Master gave me a nice pair of bracelets to sleep in." He hammers some more. "Someone puts you in chains, natural thing to do is try to escape. Am I right?" Elam asks. Cullen doesn't say anything. Elam holds the hammer up in a vaguely threatening manner until Cullen agrees with him. One last blow of the hammer against the chisel and the chain breaks. The lookout warns them that someone's coming. Elam suggests he make a run for it, but Cullen says he's not leaving.

In the meadow of impromptu self-surgery, Lily wakes to the sight a vulture circling high above her. Everything goes all echoey and hazy. She sees her husband Robert sitting in a field, sketching something. She remembers him hugging her and being happy. She reaches out to him, but he fades from view. More vultures have joined the imminent feast. Not far away, the three Cheyennes from earlier are riding along the river's edge when they see the vultures in the distance. Somehow, even though they managed to miss seeing Lily when she was lying right by the river they're following, they realize the significance of the vultures and start heading back. Lily hears them coming, grabs those damned maps and runs as best she can. She heads for the trees. Suddenly, a hand reaches out and closes over her mouth. It's Joseph. He holds her tight. She struggles, her shrieks muffled against his palm. She's a smart, girl, though, and falls quiet as the Cheyennes ride past.