James: You were a nurse in the war.
Margaret: So?
James: So how many liver shots you see survive?
Margaret: We got it out fast, James.
James: Let me see it. [looks at the arrow] That's filthy, honey.
Margaret: She's young. She's so strong.
James: And she's the light of my life. And she's my soul. But she's gonna die.
Margaret: [slaps him] How fucking dare you?! I will not lose a child!
James: She is gonna die, and it's gonna cut us in two, and if we don't accept it now, she'll die in some fort with some doctor, dopin' her up so badly she can't see straight, and we will have robbed her. She needs to see every sunrise and every sunset, and we will lie to her, and we tell her she's fine. And we will let her look at this world with those big dreamer eyes, 'cause they can't see anymore.
Margaret: Then what are we gonna do? She gonna be another cross on a trail that we don't visit. Ten years from now, it's just gone.
James: Our wagon drive's over. Where we bury her is where we stay. That is our home.
Margaret: Not here. Not in this place.
James: No, not in this place. I will find the place. By God, I will find a place.