In an otherwise unoccupied train car, Elam and his tattooed lady friend get dressed to the strains of sad guitar music. They talk about how "them Injuns" treated her and whether it hurt to be tattooed. She's very girlish and a little shy there in the dark, away from prying eyes. She tries to make out like nothing bothers her, but Elam sees through her. He tenderly touches her chin. He tells her he thinks the marks mean she was a slave, same as him. She says something in the language of her captors, then translates: "Three blankets and a horse. That's what I was worth to them." She looks away, but he takes her face in his hands, his thumb tracing her eyebrow. "Them eyes of yours alone is worth a hundred horses." She tries to look at it like the mark was their way of naming her, saying she was one of them. Elam points out he has his master's name, too, but he's not one of "them." They agree they have that in common. They smile and kiss and fall a little bit in love.