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BARTENDER: Hi, Eli.

Eli.

ELI: Morning, George.

ELI: Morning, George.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

This is a white man's saloon,
and it sells
white man's liquor,

and I'm telling you
to crawl your filth
out of here, breed,

and I'm telling you
to crawl your filth
out of here, breed,

before I kill you.

Do you hear,
you red-skinned nigger?

A white man's talking to you.

You need stepping on, breed.

Back off, lawman.

Back off, lawman.

You hear that, George?

I'm gonna bleed you, boy.

Jesus!

Jesus!

(DOG BARKING)

I'll get Quincey Whitmore.

Some Indian, I think.

HALL: Eli's been
shot dead, Captain.

Some Injun. He's run.

An Injun, you say?

WOMAN: Eli's been shot!

Apache.

I'll get Will Coop.
He wouldn't wanna miss this.

MAN: The sheriff's dead.

Gonna get that Injun, Quincey?

MAN: Who is it?

Nye?

What is it, Quincey?
What do you want?

Saunders, just been killed.

It won't stop
the world a-turning.

Ah!

Now then,
ain't you a picture?

An Injun shot him.

Oh, and you got dressed up
for the hanging, huh?

Oh, and you got dressed up
for the hanging, huh?

Well, we'll have to
catch him first.

Well, we'll have to
catch him first.

Get your pants.

Yeah.

(CROWD CHEERING)

Getting night, Quincey.

Getting night, Quincey.

All we have is sand
in the mouth

and the horses are tired sore.

How's Harvey's horse?

Uh, threw a shoe
and a hoof's split.

Ain't nothing for it, Quincey.
We got to turn back
or bed down out here.

Ain't nothing for it, Quincey.
We got to turn back
or bed down out here.

Well, we could go to
the Hooker brothers' place.

Well, we could go to
the Hooker brothers' place.

Only about
10, 12 miles from here.

We can night there.

(SCREAMS)

Aw, come on, honey.

It ain't gonna hurt none.

It ain't gonna hurt none.

Just give me a little, honey.

(PANTING)

(SOBBING)

All right.

Now, I'll tan your hide,
do you hear me?

Hey, Jubal. Hey, Jubal.

By all that's holy!
I'll take the skin off you,
you don't bide what I say.

Ah! You're damn crazy!

(SCREAMING)

She's kin. Go on,
get back to the house.

(SCREAMS)

(PANTING)

(DOG BARKING)

What's with that fool dog?

Riders coming, Jubal.

Earl!

Looks like Captain Quincey.

You've been up to
something else?

There's nothing
touching me, Jubal.

Quincey,
you're riding late.

Posse, Jubal.

We're hoping
to put down here
for the night.

Why, sure.
Why not.

What's the trouble?

What's the trouble?

Apache breed shot
Eli Saunders dead.

Jesus hell!

Saunders, dead.

Saunders, dead.

Elias, get some food
on that stove.

Earl, help with them horses.

You lose him,
Quincey?

Yeah.

Aw, that's hell's doing.

You figure on
pushing it on
at first light?

Well, he headed south.

(COYOTE HOWLING)

I don't hold out
much hope.

(HORSE NEIGHING)

Jesus, what is that?
Potato whiskey.

(LAUGHING)
I'd rather be belly-shot.

You get the first
swallow down, the rest
tastes good.

You get the first
swallow down, the rest
tastes good.

Earl's right, Harv.

It takes getting
used to, like dying.

(COUGHING)

After your first cup, Harv,
you're blind anyway,

and after your second,
you're darn glad
you're blind.

and after your second,
you're darn glad
you're blind.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Well, if we catch this breed,
we won't have to hang him.

We'll just give him
a jug of this.

Hey, you're a cruel one, Harv.

(MAN CHUCKLING)

Where's Jubal?

He'll be out back
setting some traps.

You best take your Spencer,
Captain Quincey.

The Everettes' had
some stock run off on them
by some Mimbrenos.

The Everettes' had
some stock run off on them
by some Mimbrenos.

You never know.

(GROWLING)

(HUSHING)

It's me, Jubal.

It's me, Jubal.

I mean to be
no trouble, Jubal.

Company's welcome.

(WHIMPERS)

Been thinking on tomorrow.

Be obliged to hear.

Circle around
by the Everettes',
pick them up,

Circle around
by the Everettes',
pick them up,

then go on to
the Malechie place.
He's got two Mex riders.

Then over to
Ezra Meade's.

He has an old Tigua Indian
that can track.

We might cut his trail
before he gets too far
over the line.

Well...

Well...

(DOG BARKING)

Might be no more than
catching the wind.

Might be no more than
catching the wind.

We'll get him.

Quincey, me and my brothers
will go past the edge of hell,

but we'll have that breed
and we'll burn him!

but we'll have that breed
and we'll burn him!

We'll burn him!

Me and Eli, why, we walked
the whole war together.

That puts a man
close to you.

That puts a man
close to you.

We'll surely have that breed
and burn him.

(MEN CHATTERING)

How long you figure
it'll take, Quincey?

Well, three or four days
at the most.

Well, three or four days
at the most.

Me and my boys
are alone here now.

Mimbrenos run off
three of my best beef
last week.

Mimbrenos run off
three of my best beef
last week.

I can't be gone long.

I heard.

I'd understand, Josh,
if you wanted not to join...

I'd understand, Josh,
if you wanted not to join...

No, no, no.
I'm gonna ride with you.
Gibbon?

Naw, I'll ride anyplace
to see a dead Injun.

This could be a good land
without the Injuns.

Comanches in Texas first,
now the Apaches here...

Comanches in Texas first,
now the Apaches here...

Killing, robbing.

Naw, I'm gonna ride with you,
but I just can't be gone long.

Naw, I'm gonna ride with you,
but I just can't be gone long.

Gibbon, you stay close.

You mind your ma.

Giddyap. Giddyap.

(URGING HORSE)

(CHILDREN CHATTERING)

WOMAN: Gavin!

Good morning, Mrs. Malechie.
Good morning.

Good morning, Mr. Everette,
gentlemen.

I believe you know, uh,
Quincey Whitmore

and the Hooker brothers

and the Hooker brothers

and, uh, Nye Buell.

NYE: How do?

Nye.

Martin Hall
and Harvey Lansing.

Martin Hall
and Harvey Lansing.

HALL: Morning, ma'am.

Hell, I've known him
since he came here.

Morning, Gavin.

George Dunn from
up Wolf Butte way.

Will Coop.

Set you down, gentlemen.

Come on inside with you now.

We're not here
to be sociable, Malechie.

Some breed killed
Eli Saunders.
We're huntin' him.

Some breed killed
Eli Saunders.
We're huntin' him.

Thought you might
like to ride with us.

Yes, I heard about it
yesterday.

One of my vaqueros,

he knew this half-breed
called Pardon Chato.

He bought some horses
off him a year back.

He bought some horses
off him a year back.

Does the Mexican
know if the breed

has a piece of ground
to run to?

I'll ask. He's with
my brother-in-law Brady
bringing in some strays.

I'll ask. He's with
my brother-in-law Brady
bringing in some strays.

I'll send for them.

You be coming with us,
Mr. Malechie?

Soon as I wash up.

Will you have
coffee and biscuits?

That's to my taste.

We'll ride to Ezra Meade's,

We'll ride to Ezra Meade's,

get him and his Indian
and meet up at the wells.

Aw, Jubal,
I had a hankering
for biscuits and coffee.

You'll do as I say.
Just keep moving.

You see that
Brady Logan woman?

That's what I call
a fine-looking woman.

Put it from your mind.

Thinking ain't sinning.

Jubal, don't you
ever get bothered?

(CHUCKLES)
I swear, brother Earl,

one of these days,
you're gonna get caught

halfway up somebody else's
peach tree, and you're
gonna be dead.

(CHUCKLES)

Brady Logan
and the Mexican.

I'm taking Raoul.

Do you have to go, Gavin?

You know I have to.

You know I have to.

I hate it when you're gone.

You and Moira
won't be alone.
I'm leaving the Mexicans.

You and Moira
won't be alone.
I'm leaving the Mexicans.

That's not the same.

And what would
they think of us,
neighbors and all?

And what would
they think of us,
neighbors and all?

We're new here, Edna,
cutting out a place here.

We've gotta do
what's expected of us.

To hunt down
some poor man?

He killed the Sheriff.

And he's Indian.

(URGING HORSE)

Is your pa around, Jacob?

I'm around.

You're not going to ask
to step down, Jubal?

You're not going to ask
to step down, Jubal?

We haven't given you
any call to speak
harsh words, Ezra.

Say your piece.

Eli Saunders was murdered
by a 'Pache breed.

The world won't grieve.

Quincey Whitmore
has got up a posse.

Quincey Whitmore
has got up a posse.

We thought you might want
to ride with us, Ezra,

or leastways, lend us
your Injun to track.

or leastways, lend us
your Injun to track.

I won't ride
with your kind.

As for the Injun,
he's his own man.

As for the Injun,
he's his own man.

(SPEAKING TIGUA)

He says the Apache's
not his enemy.

Now, ain't that pretty?

We ain't gonna let
no damn Indian...
Shut your mouth.

We ain't gonna let
no damn Indian...
Shut your mouth.

He was a white man, Ezra.

He was a redneck
with a loud mouth and a gun.

I heard he got no more
than he called for.

Son, you wanna
swallow back them words?

Ride out.

(COCKS RIFLE)

We're waiting
for an apology, Ezra.

JACOB: You'll not
get one here.

Don't give me the pleasure.

Don't give me the pleasure.

(CHUCKLES)

(URGING HORSE)

Where's Meade?
He won't ride with us.

He favors the breed.

Ezra always was
a mite standoff.

It'll not be forgotten.

It'll not be forgotten.

I always thought of Meade
as a good neighbor.

Who's the Mex?

He rides for Malechie.

Looks more than
half Apache to me.

He's part Yaqui.

You best keep
a short rope on him.

We'll turn south from here
and head towards
the high country.

We'll turn south from here
and head towards
the high country.

Keep spread out
and hunt for sign.

Anyone see anything,
raise a shout
or shoot twice.

Anyone see anything,
raise a shout
or shoot twice.

Malechie,

tell your Mexican
to scout ahead
over by that long ridge.

tell your Mexican
to scout ahead
over by that long ridge.

That's the last place
we caught his trail.

Raoul.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(REPLIES IN SPANISH)

QUINCEY: Whiskey
and a hot sun don't mix.

NYE: Well, neither does my ass
and this damn saddle.

Anyhow,

I used to hear it said
you boys that
rode with Hood

drank five states dry.

You can always tell where
Hood's Texans have been

by the empty bottles
and the dead Yankees.

QUINCEY: And it was true.

QUINCEY: And it was true.

From Cemetery Hill
till old slow trot Thomas
broke us at Nashville,

we had more than
our share of both.

You know, one thing
I never could fathom, Quincey,

how did them Yankees win?

They had more.

More men, more guns,
more food, more luck.

You know,
when I look back at it,

I know now that
it was all there
for the seeing,

I know now that
it was all there
for the seeing,

except we didn't see it.

Getting licked, I mean,
as early as '63.

Hood took us up a little
round top at Gettysburg.

Hood took us up a little
round top at Gettysburg.

And if we could have held it,
we could have rolled
back those Yankees

like old carpets.

But there were
too many of them.

But there were
too many of them.

They say from Culp's Hill,
you could see it all clear.

Gray lines comin' like
the sea wash,

yellin' and sort
of breaking up

when they hit
the blue ridge and then
fallin' back.

Lee cried.

I guess he knew.

Hell...

It was a good war.

(GUNSHOT)

(HORSES NEIGHING)

(SHOUTS IN SPANISH)

(URGING HORSE)

Hey.

Apache.

You sure?

(CONFIRMS IN SPANISH)

How long ago? When?

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

An hour,
maybe less, he says.

It don't make sense.
Now, how can you
tell that?

It don't make sense.
Now, how can you
tell that?

From the droppings.

Sun dries them
pretty damn quick.

Still fresh inside,
means it ain't been long.

Looks like he
stayed here quite a spell.

Don't make sense, Jubal.
Should have been
long gone from here,

a running man and all.

Might be he figured
we stopped chasing him

and circled around
for some reason.

Might be.
If he does, we'll have us
a hangin' come nightfall.

(MEN URGING HORSES)

Still damn hot,
even with those clouds.

Well, maybe it'll
sweat some of the whiskey
out of your hide, Nye.

(NYE LAUGHS)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(NEIGHING)

(NEIGHING)

Watch it. Watch it!

Who's down?

Watch the horses.

Will, you okay?
JUBAL: You all right, Quincey?

Will, you okay?
JUBAL: You all right, Quincey?

ELIAS: He's hurt.

(GASPING)

QUINCEY: How is it, Will?

Is it broken?

Don't know.
How's it feel, Will?

Sore inside.

Sore inside.

I don't think it's broke,
but he can't ride.

George, can you get him
back to Arillo?

George, can you get him
back to Arillo?

GEORGE: Sure, Captain.

We'll make
a travois for him.

There's some brush
down at the bottom there.

(URGING HORSE)

My place is closer.
You can get a wagon there.

We got our work cut out.

You're the lucky one, Will.

(WILL COUGHING)

Gonna be all right, Will?

(COUGHING)

(GROANING)

Sorry, George.

All right, Will.

All right, Will.

I got a feeling we're
well out of it anyway.

The Mexican.
Pretty good. Pretty good.

The Mexican.
Pretty good. Pretty good.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Damn this light.

Might as well
bed down here
for the night,

get a fresh start
in the morning.

Unsaddle and make camp.

Hell, there's
no water here, Quincey.

We're gettin' low on water.

And the horses
will need some.

Earl's gone huntin'
for water.

NYE: You can bet
the honeybee's sugar tit
there ain't no water to find.

Look around. Sharp rock,
dry dirt, that's all.

Look around. Sharp rock,
dry dirt, that's all.

Each man ration
his own water.

Damp down your neck cloths
or some piece of something

and wet down
the horses' muzzles.

I've eaten so much
of this damn land today,
I can't even spit.

I've eaten so much
of this damn land today,
I can't even spit.

You'll eat
more of it tomorrow.

We haven't even seen
the shirttail of him yet.

We don't even know
if what we're chasin'
is the breed that done it.

We don't even know
if what we're chasin'
is the breed that done it.

Jubal thought he'd have
a hangin' by night.

The only hangin' is my ass.

(NEIGHS)

(NEIGHS)

Quincey!

What is it?
What's going on?

(GROANING)

Let me see that.

It ain't no use
staring at them.

That rotten bastard!

You figure it
was the breed?

ELIAS: Who'd you figure
it was?

(SCOFFS) He could have
cut our throats.

Maybe he isn't
a killing man.

He's half Apache, ain't he?

You mix dog and wolf,

you wind up with
a killin' animal.

you wind up with
a killin' animal.

He killed Eli.

That's a fact.

He's either a damn fool
or he got some game.

Apache don't leave tracks
unless they got a reason.

Apache don't leave tracks
unless they got a reason.

I don't like it.
I don't like it one bit.

You want to hightail
it for home,
Harvey, do you?

(SCOFFS) I didn't say that.

We're gonna find
that breed

We're gonna find
that breed

and we're gonna hang him.

And nobody's
gonna do different.

Now, hold on now, Jubal.
There's no cause for that.

Each man is here
by his own doin'.
If a man wants out, he can.

Each man is here
by his own doin'.
If a man wants out, he can.

I wouldn't ride with
a man who didn't want
to ride with me.

JUBAL: We're gonna ride
till we get him.

JUBAL: We're gonna ride
till we get him.

What are you all thorn
and thistle about, Jubal?

(HORSE NEIGHING)
Harv didn't say nothin'
about going back.

(HORSE NEIGHING)
Harv didn't say nothin'
about going back.

Here comes the Mexican.

Where in hell's
he been?

Tracking. One thing for sure,
that breed ain't far ahead.

Tracking. One thing for sure,
that breed ain't far ahead.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Says he found fresh tracks
heading south towards
the Lava Hills.

Says he found fresh tracks
heading south towards
the Lava Hills.

That's bad country, Quincey.

This ain't hardly
the Garden of Eden.

This ain't hardly
the Garden of Eden.

Listen, Quincey, you know,
could be that breed is leadin'
and we're followin'.

And if it's true,
he could be leadin' us
into bad Apache trouble.

Them Mimbrenos that run off
my beef a while back,

Them Mimbrenos that run off
my beef a while back,

they could be hiding
up in the hills.

Mind ya,
I'm just sayin' maybe.

Maybe.

Well, what
do you think?

Well, I learned one
thing when I was with

Well, I learned one
thing when I was with

Tom Jeffords
chasing Cochise.

You can never know
what's in an
Apache's mind.

You can never know
what's in an
Apache's mind.

Ain't a man like...

Like we know a man.

He thinks Apache,
and that's a...

A shut book full of
terrible things.

A shut book full of
terrible things.

(SIGHS)

I got a real dislike
of red beans.

I got a real dislike
of red beans.

Gonna be a hot one.

No, maybe snow by noon, Elias.

No, maybe snow by noon, Elias.

(LAUGHING) And the devil
take a chill, huh?

(NYE LAUGHING)

You sure as hell all speed.

Breakfast done.

You Indian dirt.

(GROANS)

Now, you keep all
your killin' feelings
for what we gotta do.

Now, you keep all
your killin' feelings
for what we gotta do.

(LAUGHING) I tell you,
brother Earl,

(LAUGHING) I tell you,
brother Earl,

you got some kind
of sweet disposition,

all sun and little
white flowers.

Pleasant company,
them Hooker boys.

Nothin' movin'.

That don't mean
a damn thing.

That don't mean
a damn thing.

Watch that broken
ground over there.
I'm going to have a look.

(GRUNTS)

Nobody about for
quite a spell, I'd say.

(URGING HORSE)

Mescalero.

Mescalero.

(CONFIRMS IN SPANISH)

There ain't nothin' here.

Hey, look.
They had themselves a feast.

Hey, look.
They had themselves a feast.

BRADY: What is it?
Dog.

Apaches think on dog
like you think on
a good steak, Brady.

Apaches think on dog
like you think on
a good steak, Brady.

He'd rather eat dog
than beef.

If he was hungry,
he'd eat his own dung.

If he was hungry,
he'd eat his own dung.

QUINCEY: Well, no more
than any other man,

and less than most.

They aren't men.
They're animals.

Yeah, God knows
what God was thinking
when he made the Apache.

Yeah, God knows
what God was thinking
when he made the Apache.

We'll burn them wickiups
and then we'll ride.

(URGING HORSE)

(MEN YELLING)

Come on, let's get this one
right here!

Y'all get out of here!

Y'all get out of here!

JUBAL: Burn that one!
Brady, get this out of here!

(JUBAL LAUGHING)

Look at that sucker burn!

(MEN URGING HORSES)

That's it. Come on!

That's it. Come on!

(NEIGHING)

(NEIGHING)

(YELLING)

We can't ride across
these flats.

We'll tear the hearts
out of the horses.

ELIAS:
Malechie's right, Jubal.

ELIAS:
Malechie's right, Jubal.

Well, the breed
will ride across.

If he does,
he'll be on foot
before night.

If he does,
he'll be on foot
before night.

How many miles across
do you figure, Buell?

Enough.

We get this damn Indian,
I'm sure gonna make
his dyin' slow.

Put God's word on that.

Him and his damn land.

Him and his damn land.

Hey, maybe he's got
a woman out there
someplace.

Jeez, Earl, don't you ever
think about nothin' else?

Jeez, Earl, don't you ever
think about nothin' else?

(GUNSHOT)

(SCREAMS)

(SCREAMS)

(GUNSHOT)

Don't let the horses break.

Whoa. Whoa.
Come here,
you son of a bitch.

Whoa. Whoa.

Hold, hold it!

Easy, easy.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

I don't see a thing.

You're welcome
to take a closer look.

You're welcome
to take a closer look.

Martin, you
all in one piece?

Yeah.

Mexican all right?

Mexican all right?

Yeah, I seen him move.

There's only one way, Jubal.

Let's get at it.

Nye, Elias, Jubal and me
are going in after him.

The rest of you, spread out
and give us cover. Martin,
you stay with the horses.

The rest of you, spread out
and give us cover. Martin,
you stay with the horses.

(SHOUTING)

We've been
suckered, Quincey.

That's a God-given fact.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

He said it's the breed
they call Chato, all right.

He said it's the breed
they call Chato, all right.

He can tell
by the horse he rides.

Well, I didn't think
it was the president
of the United States.

Well, I didn't think
it was the president
of the United States.

We gotta find those horses
before night.

Whoa.

Whoa. Whoa.

You fly-tailed bastard!

You fly-tailed bastard!

Whoa, red.

Whoa.

Whoa.

(NEIGHING)

I swear, I'm gonna stretch
your hide and leave
the rest for the crows.

I swear, I'm gonna stretch
your hide and leave
the rest for the crows.

Two more, hot and ready.

Two more, hot and ready.

Harvey, I bet that horse
tastes better than he rode.

HARVEY: Nye, you'd have
your own mother in a skillet

HARVEY: Nye, you'd have
your own mother in a skillet

before she got cold.

ELIAS: He never met the lady.

(HARVEY LAUGHING)

Where you from, Brady?

Before you came out
to the territory.

A place called Greenock
on the west coast
of Scotland.

I used to work
in Lithgow's yards,
shipwright.

I used to work
in Lithgow's yards,
shipwright.

QUINCEY: You ever long for it?

BRADY: Yeah.

Yeah, water
and fire are different,
this land and there.

There, the river,
the sea fog,

There, the river,
the sea fog,

gray stone houses
wet in the rain.

We used to stand
behind the town

and look down
over the slate roofs

across the river
to the highlands
on the other side.

Yeah.
I never did get
to look at the sea.

Brother Jubal did once.

He said it was so big
the mind couldn't hold it.

Two more, hot and rare!

You from Georgia, too,
Quincey?

Texas.

Better drag them horses off.
They'll call all the flies
in by morning.

Earl?

Earl?

How are we
with water?

Gettin' short.

And we're three horses gone.

You're... You're going on
after him, Quincey?

Well...

When the breed hit us,

he had a mind
to turn us back.

An Injun will chase
something until
the chasin' costs too much

and then he'll drop it.
That's how he thinks.

Now, he don't plan
on something comin'
after him no matter what.

He might just get
careless now.

He might just get
careless now.

I'm agreed.
But I say no more
than a week for it.

You can't put
a halter on it.
I can for myself.

And what about the others,
Harv and Josh?
They get their say?

Anybody want
to back down,
they go on foot,

and leave their water
for them that stay with it.

(CHUCKLING) Jubal, you got
more generosity than June.
That's a Georgia choice.

I must say,
it'll cut short thinking on.

(LAUGHING)

(SPEAKING APACHE)

JOSHUA: Nye, what in the hell
are we doin' out here?

NYE: We've got Indian fever.

Sweats in a man, drives
him blind in the eye

and not quite right
in the head.

and not quite right
in the head.

We ain't seen scratch
nor hair of that breed
since he buffaloed us.

I ain't sure I want to.

I ain't sure I want to.

I got a bad feelin'
comin' over me, Nye.

I'll bet the Mex's got water.

I'll bet the Mex's got water.

Got water, Mex?

You're holdin' out on us.

Earl.

I don't trust him.
He got too much
Indian in him.

I don't trust him.
He got too much
Indian in him.

He ain't tryin'
to find the breed.
He's breed himself.

He ain't tryin'
to find the breed.
He's breed himself.

He's tryin' to lose us,
I'm tellin' ya.

You stand by
your man, Malechie?

He's a good man.

He's a good man.

Yaqui-Mex is more
than halfway Apache.

Yeah, why should
he help us?

Yeah, why should
he help us?

You got Malechie's word.

You got a sickness
on you, Earl.

You got a sickness
on you, Earl.

Can't bide
anything Injun.

Do you trust him, Captain?

Well, we used Apache scouts
when we went after Cochise.
They never broke faith.

Well, we used Apache scouts
when we went after Cochise.
They never broke faith.

Apache don't give
his word easy,

but given,
I've never known one
to break it.

I guess it's same
with the Yaquis.

I'm gonna kill you, Mex.
Understand?

And that's a promise.

You mean face on,

or when he gives you
his back?

You're gonna put foot
on my patch once too often,
Malechie.

You don't frighten me, sonny.

JUBAL: Earl, put the gun down.

You hear me?

Put it down.

He got his heels
into me, I swear.

Put the gun away now.

Right now.

(GROANS)

Ooh.

(GROANS)

All right. All right.
You made your point.
You made your point.

(MOANING)

Take it easy.

Hey, you sure are one hell
of a fighter, brother.

Hey, you sure are one hell
of a fighter, brother.

(RATTLING)

(RATTLING)

Big party,

went by today or day before.

(AGREES IN SPANISH)

Most likely a raidin' party.

Or a murdering party.

We've left our women,
our places.

We've left our women,
our places.

They could be heading
that way.

Some of these horses
are shod and unrode.
It means they've...

Some of these horses
are shod and unrode.
It means they've...

They've raided
and are on their way home.

Headin' north?

Well, could be Comanche.

Well, could be Comanche.

Comanches?
Comanches ain't
this far south.

Kiowa will raid into Mexico.

They've been as far
south as Yucatan.

Could be Apaches
just as easy, Quince.

An Injun don't raid
with so many extra mounts.

They've been and got
what they want.

I agree with Jubal.

I agree with Jubal.

Comanche.

Maybe a few Kiowa.

Well, that don't ease
the mind none.
We might run into them.

That could be real bad.

If they caught us
in this open ground...

Me and the Mex
will scout ahead, Quincey.

I do believe you...
You're really enjoying this,
Quincey.

Now, the Hookers,
they hate better than most
and that pushes them.

Now, the Hookers,
they hate better than most
and that pushes them.

The others?

(LAUGHING)
They had small choice.

But you, Quincey...

With you, it ain't
so easy to read.
You got a hungering.

With you, it ain't
so easy to read.
You got a hungering.

For a thirsty man
in a dry land,
you got a lot of talk, Nye.

You know,
some men just
can't let go of time.

Passes them by, they reach out
and grab her shirttails.

(LAUGHING)
That's you, Quincey.

You can't be just another face
around a small town.
Mmm-mmm.

You can't be just another face
around a small town.
Mmm-mmm.

That's what you're doing,
all wrapped in gray,
sitting proud on that horse,

chasin' one damn half-breed
and thinkin' about

chasin' one damn half-breed
and thinkin' about

that bastard Grant
and his Yankees.

Whoa, Quincey! Come ahead!

Whoa, Quincey! Come ahead!

(RATTLING)

JUBAL: Enjoy it, boys.
It's the end of the water.

QUINCEY: We'll find water
in the morning.

Why don't we just
come out with it?

The breed's lost us.

(STUTTERING) We ain't seen
none of his sign.

(STUTTERING) We ain't seen
none of his sign.

What is it
you're saying, Josh?

I'm saying that we're
chasing a bad guess, only.

I'm saying that we're
chasing a bad guess, only.

We run out of water,
and we got nothin' left to eat
except some red beans

and some scrawny
prairie chickens.

And you've got an itch
to get back to where there's
good food and a fat wife.

And you've got an itch
to get back to where there's
good food and a fat wife.

I got a spread back there
that needs working.

All we got out here
is a handful of nothin'.

All we got out here
is a handful of nothin'.

(COUGHS)
Dirt and dry mouth.

Josh is right.

Like hell he is.
You've got
the quittin' streak, too?

Don't lean too heavy
on me, Jubal.
I don't bend easy.

Don't lean too heavy
on me, Jubal.
I don't bend easy.

How do you see it, Quincey?

As Josh says,
we might be guessing,

but I got a feeling we're not.

but I got a feeling we're not.

That breed tried
to lead us off
and then lose us.

That breed tried
to lead us off
and then lose us.

Now, he didn't head
for Mexico, and he could've
and made it, easy.

Instead he... He headed
into bad country
and then swung north.

Now, put that with the fact
that he bought
supplies in town,

Now, put that with the fact
that he bought
supplies in town,

and I think that points
to him having someplace
he wants kept safe.

(COYOTE HOWLING)

(SPEAKING APACHE)

(COYOTE HOWLING)

(GROANS)

What's the matter, Josh?
Just a coyote.

Josh sees that
as bad medicine.

(ALL LAUGHING)

You gettin' Indian
on us, Josh?

You gettin' Indian
on us, Josh?

(NYE LAUGHING)

Come on.
Ease up, Josh.

I'm gonna kill that dog.

(JUBAL LAUGHING)

(JUBAL LAUGHING)

JUBAL: You wouldn't think
a grown man would worry
about a dog.

(CHATTERING CONTINUES
IN DISTANCE )

(CHATTERING CONTINUES
IN DISTANCE )

(COCKS RIFLE)

Oh!

(PANTING)

What's troubling
you, Josh?

Oh, Quincey,
I don't know.

I don't know.

It's just that things aren't
working out the way
I figured they would.

It's just that things aren't
working out the way
I figured they would.

Say, don't you ever
have second thoughts?

Say, don't you ever
have second thoughts?

You know, are you
still as sure about
what we're doin'

as when we started?

I tell you, Quincey,
I ain't a believin' man,

but I got a God-fear.

I think he's gonna
lay his hand on us.

And that's the truth.

(COYOTE HOWLING)

(WHOOPING)

(SHOUTING)

(LAUGHING) Give me my hat.
Get all the water
out of my hat!

(LAUGHING) Give me my hat.
Get all the water
out of my hat!

(LAUGHING)

Go on, get it.
Don't fill your
bellies too fast.

Go on, get it.
Don't fill your
bellies too fast.

Stop that.
You see any sign?

Well, that raiding party
turned to the northeast
a couple of miles back.

Well, that raiding party
turned to the northeast
a couple of miles back.

Nothing since.

Then they must be Comanches.
I hope we don't
step on their tails.

Then they must be Comanches.
I hope we don't
step on their tails.

Better 10 Comanche
than one 'Pache.

Well, that's just like saying,
"Better pox than the plague."

I seen Comanches
in Texas,

and, boy, I never wanna see
one again, I can tell you.

Well, you don't see Apache.
You don't hear 'em
and you don't see 'em.

It's like an act of God.

Oh, you are a comfort,
Captain Quincey.

Oh, you are a comfort,
Captain Quincey.

(ALL LAUGHING)

MAN 1: Hey!
MAN 2: Hey!

MAN: Cut that out!

(WHINNYING)

(GASPS)

Brother Earl!

Here's candy for ya!

(EARL WHOOPING)

Whoa.

Hey, look what I found!

Oh, boy!

Oh, boy!

Look at that.
Oh, let me at her.

Let's see
what you've got, squaw.

(LAUGHING) Whoa, my!

(LAUGHING) Whoa, my!

Who's first to the honey pot?

Let me at her.

(ALL CLAMORING)

MAN: Hey, come on,
let's get out of here.

Breed's got
all the comforts
of home here.

(LAUGHING)

(WOMAN SCREAMS)

Are you going to
stop that, or am I?

(MEN SHOUTING)

Don't get between
a dog and his bone.

Don't get between
a dog and his bone.

You too frightened,
man?

This ain't the army,
Malechie.

These men have no cause
to listen to me.

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

(GRUNTS)

You stay clear of her.

You stay clear of her.

Take her inside.

(LAUGHING) Come on.
Get her up. Come on.

(LAUGHING) Come on.
Get her up. Come on.

We got to organize
this thing.

Come on. Come on.
Hold it there.

I was first!

I was first!

Let's go!

What's the matter
with you all?

Can you not see it?

There's no right
in what we're doing.

There's no right
in what we're doing.

It's against God.

She's a squaw.

Don't waste any
sweat over it.

Don't waste any
sweat over it.

Malechie, did you
ever see what Injuns do

when they get
a white woman?

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

(MAN LAUGHING)

(HORSE NEIGHING)

(HORSE NEIGHING)

(SPEAKING APACHE)

(BOTH LAUGHING)

(BOTH LAUGHING)

All right!

Tie her down
and tie her good.

This ain't right,
Jubal.

You ever hunt wolf?
Get the bait,
stake it out.

They'll always come.

They'll always come.

He'll come
for her.

(ELIAS LAUGHING)

(LAUGHING) Well, now,
ain't that a courtesy?

Staking out a claim,
Quincey?

(ALL LAUGHING)

JUBAL: Well, it's gonna
be dark soon.

Take up your positions.

Well, come on.
Go ahead!

He'll be here,
sooner or later,
for sure.

(JUBAL LAUGHING)

Do you think
he'll come?

I hope not.

(SIGHING)
I want it done
and be home.

We'll not be clean of it
even then.

We shouldn't
be here, Gavin.

We shouldn't
be here, Gavin.

(HORSE NEIGHING)

Get them horses
out of there!

(GUNSHOTS)

(GUNSHOTS)

Everybody, shoot!
Better shoot those guns
and run!

Look! He's
up on the roof!

Let's get the horses.
Where the hell is he?

MAN: Up there!
Up there!

MAN: Up there!
Up there!

(ALL URGING HORSES)

(MEN URGING HORSES)

(MEN URGING HORSES)

Get 'em out!

(MEN URGING HORSES)

(MEN URGING HORSES)

Seen that?

Thought I saw
somethin' move.

(SCREAMS)

(STUTTERING) I think
I got him.

Yeah.

Hall, check the woman.

Put out those fires!

Put out those fires!

HALL: Squaw's been cut loose
and gone!

QUINCEY: He's got the woman!

Yeah, you like
startin' fires,

don't you,
you old bastard?

Earl, bring a rope!

What the hell
you playing at?

(CHUCKLES)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

What's troubling him?

He says they're
beasts and fools,

and the Apache
will kill now.

and the Apache
will kill now.

No, no, no.
He'll run,

now that he's got
the woman.

now that he's got
the woman.

You figure
he'll come back?

You figure
he'll come back?

He got what
he come for.

Would you
have dared it,

Would you
have dared it,

comin' in
to get her?

No.

I would've.

What? For a squaw?

She was a
good-lookin' woman.

Earl, there never
was a woman born
worth dyin' for.

Earl, there never
was a woman born
worth dyin' for.

You don't feel
for nothin',
do you, Elias?

Know somethin'?

Come sunup,

I'm goin' out
after her.

You got the fever.

I want that woman
for my own.

Well, now, Earl,

Well, now, Earl,

brother Jubal might get
a little bit upset

if you marry a squaw.

Jubal!

Jubal!

Jubal don't own me.

What did I ever
get from him?

What did I ever
get from him?

Whippin' and hard words.

What are we, Elias?

Hatin' and killin'
and whorin'.

Runnin' scratch cattle.

Ain't got
nothin' soft.

Ain't got nothin'
don't go bitter
in the mouth.

I want somethin'.

Well, Earl, you better
wipe them drippings
from your mind.

You don't see, do you?

Like you got a box
around your head.

(CHANTING SOFTLY)

(CHANTING SOFTLY)

The woman, she'll slow
him down, Quincey.

Hey! It's a carving
of a little bear.

Hey! It's a carving
of a little bear.

Found it inside
with some others.

Means there's a child.

That don't
change anything.

Yeah, it does.

If we catch up to him,
we hang him,

If we catch up to him,
we hang him,

but the woman
and the child,

if they're with him,
they go unharmed.

I want your word
on that, Jubal,

or you and your brothers
can go it alone.

Well, you're gonna
have a tough time

Well, you're gonna
have a tough time

convincin' Earl that way.
He wants that woman.

Where is Earl?

He went after her
soon as it got light.

Why didn't you stop him?

Well, he was in no mind
to pay heed.

You didn't even
try, did you?

He's full-growed,
Jubal.

I oughta whup you.

But you won't, Jubal,

'cause you know I'd
put a hole in your gut.

Best wait
for breakfast, Jubal.

Grab all you can to eat.
We leave in five minutes.

What's the hurry?

Earl went
after the woman.

Jesus hell.

Jesus hell.

I'm obliged, Quincey.

(SQUAWKING)

Whoa.

His horse bolted.

(URGING HORSE)

Take your hands
of Cain from him.

I--I don't want
to bury him here.

I--I don't want
to bury him here.

It's an empty place.

Empty.

Nothin' to remember.

MALECHIE: We command into
thy hands of mercy,

most merciful father,

the soul of our brother
departed.

We commit his body
to the earth

We commit his body
to the earth

beseeching thy
infinite goodness

to give us grace to live
in thy fear and love

and to die in thy favor.

and to die in thy favor.

No promises now,
Quincey.

May God pity the man
that comes between me

and that...
And that breed.

and that...
And that breed.

HALL: Even an Apache woman's
got to slow down soon.

QUINCEY: I doubt if
the woman's with him now.

NYE: Sure leavin'
a good trail.

QUINCEY: He ain't runnin'.

HALL: Well, you
think he'd make
a fight of it?

When he chooses.

JOSHUA: Quincey, you know,
I think he's doubled
back on himself.

JOSHUA: Quincey, you know,
I think he's doubled
back on himself.

I think he's leadin' us
in a circle.

I noticed.

I noticed.

Well, what's he doin'?

QUINCEY: He's pickin'
his ground, I'd say.

What's that
supposed to mean?

To you this is
so much bad land,

rock, scrub, desert,

rock, scrub, desert,

and then more rock,

a hard land that the sun has
sucked all the good out of.

a hard land that the sun has
sucked all the good out of.

You can't farm it,

and you can't carve it out
and call it your own,

so you damn it to hell,
and it all looks the same.

That's our way.

To the breed, now,
it's his land.

He don't expect it
to give him much,

and he don't
force it none.

And to him,
it's almost human,

a livin', active thing.

And it'll give him
a good place

to make his fight
against us.

You know, sometimes
you spook me, Quincey.

You know, sometimes
you spook me, Quincey.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Where?

Just one horse
goin' that way.

Just one horse
goin' that way.

Maybe he cut
the other one loose.

Maybe, maybe not.

He's cut back
and got behind us.

He's cut back
and got behind us.

We'd best backtrack
and see if we can find out

where he turned off.

What if he went
straight on?

We lose a little time.

Better that
than a scalp or two.

Better that
than a scalp or two.

ELIAS: You're guessin',
Captain.

We're both guessin'.

All right, Quincey,
what do we do?

All right, Quincey,
what do we do?

Spread out and find
where he turned off.

Keep a sharp eye.
The breed ain't gonna

give us much ground
for mistakes.

What's the matter?

Look about you,
Jubal.

Wouldn't you say
that this is

about as good a place
as you can find

to do your killin'?

If he was up there
in those rocks,

we'd be easy
to cut off.

Well, we'll just have
to climb a bit, that's all.

Well, we'll just have
to climb a bit, that's all.

And climb
right into him?

He can't be
on both sides.

He can't be
on both sides.

Well, behind us
or in front of us,

once we start
scramblin' up there,

we've lost our mobility.

We'd be like
lame men.

It's too steep,
and we got horses.

We can't pull our horses
up through there,

not and move fast.

Do you think
he's up there, Quincey?

Do you think
he's up there, Quincey?

Well, he might be.

Aw, he's got you so you're
scared to move, Captain.

He's only a lousy Indian.

He's half Apache.

And we're 10 men!

This morning,
we were 11.

This morning,
we were 11.

You seem awful sure
he'll make a stand of it.

We raped his woman
and killed his kin.

We raped his woman
and killed his kin.

Do we wait for dark?

That wouldn't
give us much.

That wouldn't
give us much.

We'd have to ride fast
over blind ground.

We pull back.

Try to find a way
around it.

We'd lose
too much time.

You're blind, Jubal.

You're blind, Jubal.

You can't see
for hate.

Try to go
around?

That might take
five or ten miles.

That might take
five or ten miles.

We'd lose what's
left of today
and half of tomorrow

tryin' to pick up
his trail again.

Why, I'd kill the man
who'd let
that breed get away!

I told you that
this morning,
and I mean it!

Mount.

Keep low and...

And ride like hell.

And ride like hell.

QUINCEY: Ho!

(ALL URGING HORSES)

(GUNSHOT)

(MEN URGING HORSES)

Quincey! Josh!

(GUNSHOT)

It's Hall.
Somebody's got to
go back for him.

No. He's probably
dead, Gavin.

How do you know?
Maybe he's
just wounded.

You better hope
he's dead.

You better hope
he's dead.

This falls on you, Jubal.

You'd do well, Quincey,
to close your mouth.

You'd do well, Quincey,
to close your mouth.

We know where
the breed is.

We can box him in
on that ridge.

There's 100 ways
out of there.

There's 100 ways
out of there.

Logan, Malechie,
stay with the horses.

We'll go in.

Right, matey.
Come on.

(GROANING)

(GROANING)

Over here! Quick!

Over here! Quick!

Sweet mother
of whores.

It's a... It's a hell
of a place to die in.

There ain't
no good places.

I guess not.

The breed came.

He grabbed my hair,
just stared at me.

I guess Josh was right
about that coyote.

God, I don't
want to die.

Let's get him
out of here!

Come on, Hall.
Easy, Hall.

MALECHIE:
O lord, we beseech thee,
mercifully hear our prayers

MALECHIE:
O lord, we beseech thee,
mercifully hear our prayers

and spare all those who
confess their sins unto thee.

(HALL COUGHING)
And they whose consciences
by sin are accused,

(HALL COUGHING)
And they whose consciences
by sin are accused,

by thine merciful pardon
may be absolved

through Christ, our Lord.
Amen.

through Christ, our Lord.
Amen.

Have mercy on me,
O God,

according to thy
loving kindness.

according to thy
loving kindness.

According to the multitude
of thy tender mercies,

blot out my
transgressions.

Wash me thoroughly
from my iniquity

Wash me thoroughly
from my iniquity

and cleanse me
from my sins,

for I acknowledge
my transgressions.

My sin is ever
before me.

Against thee,
thee only have I sinned.

I've done this evil
in thy sight.

Your words are
no use, Scotsman.
Close your book.

My mind's on a...
On a pretty little whore

in Lordsburg.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Nye, Nye, once I knew
a pretty little girl.

Nye, Nye, once I knew
a pretty little girl.

♪ Once I had
a pretty little girl

(BELCHES)
♪ Pretty little whore
in Lordsburg

♪ Eyes like berries

♪ And lips like cherries... ♪

(GUNSHOT)

(GUNSHOT)

Come at us!

He's just lettin' you know
he's out there.

Are you just
gonna leave him?

Well,
we can't sit
around here all day

waitin' for
him to die.

I've had my fill
of you, Jubal.

I've had my fill
of you, Jubal.

Go, then.
And God mark you

for the man
that you are.

(COCKS GUN)

Don't drop
that hammer.

(COUGHING)

(COUGHING)

(GUNSHOT)

(GUNSHOT)

He's got us
in the open.

Anybody see where
them shots come from?

From the hills
somewhere.

JOSHUA:
Quincey! Quincey!

JOSHUA:
Quincey! Quincey!

Get on your horses
and ride out of rifle range.

Quincey, my shoulder,
I think it's broke.

Can you make it
to the horses?

I'll have to.

(NEIGHING)

(ALL URGING HORSES)

(URGING HORSE)

Get him down.

Come on. Easy.
JUBAL: He's up
in them high rocks.

We can circle wide
and get behind him.

We can circle wide
and get behind him.

Malechie, you stay
with the horses.

(GROWLING)

(GROWLING)

NYE: Right.

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(NYE GROANING)

(GROANING)

Nothing?

Nothing.

The breed
got him.

Yeah.

Can't be sure
of that.

Yeah, I think
we can.

It's as if the ground
had opened
and devoured him.

You can't fight
what you can't see.

He'll hunt us down,

one after one,

till we're all gone.

It looks bad.

Josh needs
doctoring.

QUINCEY: Harv's right.

QUINCEY: Harv's right.

He won't make it
without help.

We're goin' back
tomorrow.

JUBAL: No.

Nobody is runnin'
from this.

Nobody is runnin'
from this.

Stay if you
want, Jubal.

The rest of us
are goin' back
in the morning.

You saw Earl.

You all saw
what was done.

If I don't get
to a doctor, I'll die.

Looks that way.

You want blood for blood,
don't you, Jubal?

We came here

to hang a murderin' breed,

to hang a murderin' breed,

and hang him
we will.

What's the matter
with you?

He's got
us beat.

Can't you see that?

Brother, looks like Harvey's
lost his taste for justice.

Brother, looks like Harvey's
lost his taste for justice.

You came to hunt a man
because he was half Apache.

You raped and killed
to feed your hunger.

In the name of God,
don't call it justice.

(LAUGHING) Listen
to our Bible tongue.

(LAUGHING) Listen
to our Bible tongue.

What sets
you apart?

You rode
with us.

You got the same
dirt we got.

We got three,

maybe four dead
and one bad wounded.

We're goin' home
in the morning.

Damn you to hell,
Quincey Whitmore.

I've taken enough
of your words.

Now I don't want
to kill you, Quincey,

but by God's
own eyes I will,

right here and now,
where you stand,

if you call me to it.

We stay.

Now I want to
hear you say it,

Now I want to
hear you say it,

clear and straight out,

"We stay till that
Apache breed is hung."

You think you
can hold us
with your gun?

Yes, I do.

Yes, I do.

Say it, Quincey.

Well, speak, man.

Do what he wants now,
and he'll have us savages
like himself.

(COYOTE HOWLING)

We stay

We stay

till the Apache breed
is hung.

Josh and me
are leaving, Jubal.

(LAUGHING)

Well, I never
judged you

Well, I never
judged you

to have bone enough,
Harvey.

Well, that breed's
got us beat,

Well, that breed's
got us beat,

and Josh gotta
have a doctor.

Elias,

if you move from that blanket,
you'll put the death
on your brother.

You ready,
Josh?

Jubal, I gotta
get to a doctor.

Jubal, I gotta
get to a doctor.

I wouldn't run out
on you otherwise.

Oh, I know that,
Josh.

Every man's got
an end to his rope.

Every man's got
an end to his rope.

I'll bear no hurt
against you.

If a man feels he must
pull a gun on another

that he's ate with
and rode with,

well, then it's best
that they part.

well, then it's best
that they part.

Quincey, I'm sorry.

We looked to you.

But last night
you left us no choice

but this way.

(URGING HORSE)

(URGING HORSE)

I can't stomach a man
who runs out on his friends.

Drop them.

Leave it.

God, Quincey.

(GUNSHOT)

Do I go after him,
Jubal?

You do.

Don't kill him
unless you have to.

Now, you two,

stack them guns
right there.

Come on.

You got nothing
to gain by trouble

save a lonely dyin'.

Just remember that.

If the Apache comes,

you grab
for them guns.

you grab
for them guns.

If not, don't you get
within six feet of them.

Now, look
to Quincey.

Take care, hear?

Right, Jubal.

Mmm.

Don't fuss me.

Quincey...

Quincey, I...

Earl...

Earl was
the youngest.

He was just 16
when the war started.

He was just 16
when the war started.

Well, there was nothin'
before the war.

Nothin' after.

You understand me,
Quincey?

I need to see
that breed dead.

I can't step past that.

I can't step past that.

You knew.
I told ya.

I got no

hate against you,
Jubal.

hate against you,
Jubal.

Ten years ago,
I'd have...

I'd have killed you
for what you did
last night.

Ohh...

Ohh, God.

Ohh, God.

(CHUCKLES)

You should've seen us
at Chickamauga.

Damn that
George Thomas.

Damn him for...

Damn him for...

For all the men he put
in the ground that day.

Hooker took
the ridge.

And you could hear

the screamin' men

dyin'.

It's like...

It's like...

It's like a flower
that grows in the night.

You know,

I always wanted a dog

(CHUCKLES)

when I...
I was a boy.

But I...

I...

I...

(URGING HORSE)

(URGING HORSE)

(GUNSHOT)

(GUNSHOT)

(GUNSHOT)

(GUNSHOT)

(SQUAWKING)

How long's it been now?

More than four hours.

Nearer five.

What's holdin' you,
Elias?

He'll not come now.

I'm thin on patience,
Malechie,

so bite hard
and shut tight.

You know it's true.

You'll never
see him again.

He's lying out there
somewhere,

like Josh,

maybe not so lucky.

He'll come.

(RATTLING)

(SCREAMING)

(ELIAS SCREAMING)

(ELIAS MOANING)

(ELIAS SCREAMS)

All right,
cover him with rocks

to keep them birds off.

(SCREAMING)

(MOANING)

(JUBAL GRUNTS)

(JUBAL GROANING)

(HORSE NEIGHING)

(HORSE NEIGHING)

(GROANS)

Hurry.

Hurry with the fire,
Gavin.

(SHIVERING)

We shouldn't
take the risk.

(SHIVERING)

(GUNSHOT)

(HORSE NEIGHING)

(PANTING)

(PANTING)