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Anybody here?

Good evening.

What's the matter? You...

There's a doctor in town.

No.

Too late.

Just...

one thing.

Please...

try...

find fa...

Fa... ther.

What's his name?

Flint McCullough. Evening, Hixon.

How in the world are you, Flint?

Fine. How are you? Just fine.

Is the wagon train in town?

No, it's two or three days behind me.

How's old Seth Adams? Ornery as ever?

Yeah, he doesn't change much. Ha ha!

Afraid I got a job for you here, Hixon.

The man it was used on is outside.

Do you know who he is?

I know who he was.

One of them shepherds that Roy Daniels brought over here from Spain.

What's his name?

Zamora. Raoul Zamora.

Zamora, huh?

Yeah. Why?

You didn't know him, did you?

I know his father. The last thing he said before he died

was to find his father.

But his father's still in Spain, isn't he?

No, he's on the train.

Not much of a welcome for him, is it?

In just a day or two, Manuel,

he'll be here.

All this way, he's traveled...

to find the grave of Raoul.

You had to defend yourself, Bernabe.

You can't be blamed.

That does not help how I feel.

Or how our father will feel.

It was not a stranger, Manuel.

It was our brother.

I killed my own brother.

Sarita, bring wine.

Manuel...

I must go to the town, to the sheriff.

Be still.

I was wrong to hide, to come here.

If it is not a crime to protect myself,

then I have nothing to fear from the law.

No, not from the law,

but from your father.

Fear my own father?

You know him as well as I do, Bernabe.

For the death of his youngest, he must take vengeance.

But from me? From his own son?

You think that will make any difference?

We will never keep it from him.

We must. I tell you, we must.

Believe me. Both of you.

We must plan this carefully...

What to say to him,

how to keep him from the town.

One thing I know for certain...

Our father must never learn the truth.

Which way is the town, Major?

To the left. To the left, Bill.

What's the matter? Can't you remember from one year to the next?

All I can remember is, it's gonna be a real sweet place to come to

after crossin' that prairie.

Well, let's come to it, then.

Yes, sir.

About a gallon of vanilla extract...

a bushel of fresh eggs...

and a great big bucket of lard. Heh heh!

What in the...

Wooster!

♪ Oh, can you bake a cherry pie, Mr. Wooster? ♪

♪ Oh, can you bake a cherry pie, Charlie Wooster? ♪

♪ Oh, can you bake a cherry pie ♪

♪ That will catch the Major's eye? ♪

♪ Can you bake a cherry pie, charming Wooster? ♪

MAJOR: Can you bake a cherry pie, charming Wooster?

Whoa!

You goldarned bewhiskered canary!

Get back on that trail, will you?!

I was just keyed up, comin' to a new town.

Gettin' fresh provisions. Would you like me to bake one of them...

What I'd like is to have the train with me

when I get to that town!

Yeah, yeah.

Whoa.

Where they devil is he going?

That's one outfit on this train

that cause me more trouble keepin' him on the trail than you do!

Well, I'm glad there's somebody. Who is it?

It's that Spaniard with that cockeyed rig of his.

Not a Spaniard, Major. He's a Basque.

He calls himself a Basque fella.

Basque, Eskimo... What's the difference?

He came from Spain, didn't he?

Sure, he did, but he's like them Texans.

They come to the U.S., but you have to hogtie 'em to make 'em admit it.

Charlie, I'm not near as interested in where they come from

as where they think they're headin' for.

You get back on that trail, you hear me?

Yes, sir. Zamora!

Zamora!

Zamora, stay back here with the column!

IMomentito, Mayor!

Stay back with the column!

Oh, no!

Wooster!

Whoa!

Momentito. I'm needed here.

All is not well on this countryside, friends.

That little one should not have been left alone.

Now, don't be afraid, little one.

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

Where has your mama gone, huh?

Ay, little one.

So, that's what became of her.

Now, easy, lion.

Easy. We will not harm you.

No. We'll just persuade you to go away

like we do the wolves.

Sí.

Now, easy.

Easy.

Andale.

Ah! Ha ha ha!

Huh?

IAndale!

There. You see, niño?

We allow no one to molest us, eh?

Can I really have him, Mr. Zamora?

You will raise him with care?

I'll wash him, I'll feed him.

And love him. That is most important.

Sheep are helpless animals.

They're not always so intelligent in the head,

but they do no harm to anyone.

It is most important to live him.

You do, don't you?

I have been a shepherd all my life,

my family before me.

Come. Here.

You know, Zamora, what I'm beginning to wonder is,

how intelligent in the head you are.

Heh. Mayor...

Come on over here a minute, will you?

I got a few things I want to say to you.

Sí.

Bueno.

Zamora, I have tried to tell you

just as plain... as I could

I want you to stay with the column.

But no, you've got to go out on your own,

and all it gets you is a fight with a mountain lion.

Mayor, it's the duty of a shepherd to look out for sheep.

And a Basque does not forget his duty.

What about my duty?

As long as you're with this wagon train,

you are my responsibility.

Mayor, I'm used to looking out for myself.

In the spring, when the young lambs are to be cared for,

I go on out alone.

In your country, yes. But this is different.

This is dangerous territory.

Here?

You think I should fear this country?

That's what I'm trying to tell you.

Tall mountains, fields for grazing,

trees, running water.

It is the same as my country, Mayor.

The same as the Pyrenees.

Come, you will drink good, thick coffee

while you punish me.

Zamora, I'm not trying to punish you.

I'm just trying to pound some reason

into that head of yours.

I've been trying halfway across this country.

This is a new land. It's just growing.

People have got to know that they can count on each other.

Otherwise, they can't keep on growing.

Is that hard to understand?

You believe that I am a man

you cannot count on?

Oh, no, Zamora. Of course not.

But supposing something had happened to you out there.

Supposing you'd gotten hurt.

What would happen to the people on this train

if they had to wait for you,

or risk their lives to go out and help you?

Zamora, I might as well tell you the truth.

I thought more than twice before I let you come with us,

with that jim-crack little outfit of yours

and two little old mules pullin' it.

My carreta? I have lived in such a wagon for years.

It is warm in the winter

and dry in the rain, and it has brought me this far.

All right, this far.

But, please...

help me to keep you from getting killed

these next couple of days, will you?

I will not be killed, I promise you.

I wish I could believe that.

I have come a long way to see my sons.

I will nothing to stop me now.

Good.

Mayor...

I am sorry if I made you worry,

but I had to investigate.

Investigate what?

I think things do not go so well

on this countryside.

What makes you say that?

I have seen the signs,

like the little lamb with the lion.

A good shepherd would not have lost him or his mother.

If I were to judge, I would say

they are very careless in these hills.

And yet, my sons are somewhere near us.

Didn't you sons ever lose any sheep?

No.

How long since you seen your boys?

Heh. Many years.

Sí, many long years.

They left our village to come here...

Each one as he grew to manhood.

Raoul, the youngest, even before he was a man.

Señor Daniels, the padron of all these hills...

He promised them good wages and a fine life.

And... when the young men wish to go, they go.

But... I have not much longer to wait.

When we get to town, I will find them.

I will for myself a job with Señor Daniels,

and my life will not feel so much alone.

Ah! It is ready!

Good. You will eat with me, eh?

No, no. Wooster will have my supper ready... maybe.

But I am inviting you, Mayor.

I would like to thank you

from bringing me to my sons.

All right, Estaban. I'll stay.

It's my pleasure.

My pleasure! Ha ha ha!

Muy bien.

I know it's a sad reason

to bring you down to town, boys,

but I figured you'd want to tend to the burying.

Yes.

We thank you, Sheriff.

I have a few questions that I have to ask you.

You understand? Sí.

Do you have any idea

who'd want to kill your brother?

Oh, I know he's been mixed up

in a little trouble from time to time,

but I didn't figure it was anything this serious.

I know of no reason for his death.

McCullough here found him just before he...

Hixon, I already talked to 'em a little.

There's not much more I can add.

He asked me to find his father.

He didn't tell me what I was to say to him.

I know what you were to tell him.

He wanted you, señor, to keep our father from this town.

FLINT: You sure? Why?

In my country, among my people,

it is a father's duty to take vengeance

for the killing of a son.

Raoul would have wanted to keep him from the old duty.

Well, I should hope so.

Your father ain't gonna come into town here

feudin' with everybody, is he?

If he hears his son was murdered,

it is what he must do.

So, I ask you to help us... Bern...

Bernabe and me...

And not let our father know the truth.

How are you planning to keep it from him?

If you will take us to him

before he reaches the town,

we will look after him.

Well, if that's the way you want it, come on with me.

Oh, there's one thing more, boys.

McCullough brought the knife down

that killed your brother.

I wondered if you'd take a look at it.

The knife that killed our brother!

Well, I figured if you knew who owned it...

It would be a hard thing to look upon, Sheriff.

Please, if you don't mind,

we should go to the church.

Great day in the mornin', Ma!

Hmm?

Mercy on us!

I declare, Mr. Zamora,

you look splendid!

This is the fiesta clothing of my people.

I wear it to enter the town,

and in honor of my sons.

It is a great morning for me...

The finest morning of my life.

Aren't Aren't you Aren't you gonna Aren't you gonna go Aren't you gonna go any

Aren't you gonna go any farther

Aren't you gonna go any farther with

Aren't you gonna go any farther with us?

No, chiquito.

You will take good care of our little sheep, eh?

Yeah. Muy bien.

You've all been very kind.

I want to thank you one and all

for making my trip so wonderful.

I...

Manuel?

Bernabe?

Bienvenidos, mi padre.

These are my sons...

Manuel and Bernabe.

Ay! It's been so long!

You look so very strong, Manuel.

And you, Bernabe...

Thoughtful as always, huh?

Uh...

but why are you looking so hard?

It is because you are glad to see me, eh?

Of course.

Father.

Ay, forgive me.

I am foolish.

It is only that I am so happy to see you.

So...

you could not wait for me to come to town, eh?

I am pleased with that.

But...

you did not bring Raoul?

Where is he?

Ah, he's with the sheep, eh?

No.

No?

Then where is he?

Where's my youngest?

Bernabe!

Bernabe, tell me, what is it?

Here, come here.

Bernabe?

Manuel, tell me.

I want to know.

The youngest is dead, mi padre.

Raoul is dead.

Dead?

Sí.

Come, Father.

You have seen it. We will go now.

Hmm?

Go?

To our camp in the hills.

How did he die, Manuel?

A horse fell with him.

A horse?

He rode so well as a boy.

A horse can fall with anyone.

Yes.

When did it happen?

Perhaps if I had hurried,

come ahead of the wagon train alone...

No, no, no.

It happened some months ago.

We would have written you,

but we did not know how to reach you.

Some months ago?

Come with us, Father.

I do not like it here.

Estaban...

you must eat something.

No, no, Sarita, I am not hungry.

Father?

I ask you now to put your grief aside...

as much as you can.

We will go to the wagon train

and get your carreta.

As soon as we have broken camp,

we will all set out for a different part of the country.

Go away?

Why?

We have not found here what we came to find, Father.

This is not good country for shepherds.

We will go farther west.

There are places there where our people are working.

In all my life, I have never seen better country

for the raising of sheep.

My sons!

In your lives, you have lied to me very little.

But each time, I have known it.

Father... we are not lying.

You think I cannot see your eyes?

You think I cannot understand the falsehood?

Manuel...

how did Raul die?

He told you!

- A horse fell with him! - I do not believe that!

Father... It was an accident!

I believe you are both afraid to tell me the truth.

I think my youngest son was murdered.

And his brothers have not done their duty.

They have not revenged him!

If I am wrong, tell me I'm wrong!

Father, things are not the same in this country as in ours.

There are new ways.

There is no honor for a family here?

Your brother is killed, and no one is punished?

No one?!

You will not find me so weak, my sons.

I have a duty to do. I will do it.

Father... it is not safe here.

Believe me.

Do you think I care about danger?

Come with me or hide... As you wish.

But I'm going to find the killer of my son.

I thought I wasn't gonna have any more trouble with you.

There's not gonna be any more feuds in this town.

You do not have to call it that.

You can call it respect for someone loved,

for a life wasted.

I don't care what you call it!

I'm not gonna stand for it.

We've been through with all of that around here for years...

Gun law, fast-draw artist... That's all over.

Nowadays, a man can walk through this town

and feel pretty certain he'll reach the other end of it alive.

Yes. Even the killer of my son.

I told you I'd find him. Just give me time.

Do you think it's easy to smoke one man

out of this whole big territory?

After all, what have I got to go on?

Flint McCullough's story

and the knife that killed him.

You have the knife?

The killer did not carry it away?

Raoul must've grabbed it away from him.

You want to see it?

I... I don't want to,

but I must.

I don't know what use it's gonna be...

but maybe one of these days,

I'll find out who owned it.

You...

You are certain he was killed with this?

According to McCullough.

The knife will be of no help to you.

It was Raoul's own.

His own? Are you sure?

I made it for him myself.

These hands...

made the knife that killed...

I made many gifts for my sons.

In the hills, in the long nights,

I would carve with wood,

hammer iron.

Always I made gifts for my sons.

Crosses to wear.

Toys when they were small.

Knives to protect them.

This one...

was not much protection, was it?

Maybe you know now what I'm up against.

Your son is gone, Mr. Zamora.

You can't bring him back.

Why don't you just leave it alone?

I will do what I must do, Señor Sheriff.

Howdy. Padron.

Oh, hi.

Can I get you something?

Cerveza.

Beer.

Padron, I am looking for the hacienda

of Señor Daniels.

You do not know who he is?

He is an important man.

Sure. Sure, I know Daniels.

He don't want to see you, Zamora.

You know who I am, señor?

Yeah, we know all about you.

You go settin' up feuds and manhunts,

you're bound to get talked about.

Then you must understand how much I need help.

I wish to speak to the man

who brought my sons to this country.

I wish to learn who would hate my Raoul enough to...

Stick a knife in his ribs?

That's quite a few of us.

We work for Daniels, Zamora.

If he could help you, we could help you.

But we can't.

So, why don't you get out of here

while you got a chance?

Padron, I would like to find the hacienda of...

Didn't you understand me, Zamora?

Wait a minute, fella. This man has a right to ask a few questions.

Just let us handle this.

Daniels said he didn't want to see this man.

He's thrown the rest of your people off his land,

and you can go, too.

My sons no longer work for him?

Now you've got it figured out.

Why don't you just run along?

Leave him alone! Señor!

No one molests me.

You're gettin' out of here, Zamora! I mean it!

Put 'em up, señor!

Come on, señor!

Knock him out, señor!

Bill! Come on!

Watch your left, Bill!

Come on, señor!

Oh, señor. Oh!

Bill!

Bill! They're killin the señor!

They are, huh?

Come on!

Where'd you come from?

Joinin' the fight!

Padron...

I wish to find the hacienda

of Señor Daniels.

It's... It's about a mile out of town.

You take the valley road. You can't miss it.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I'm gonna tell you...

That one ain't gonna live another week.

Zamora, hold up a minute, will you?

Will you get down? I want to talk to you.

Señor, I must keep going.

I have to get to Señor Daniels' home.

Estaban, we've talked a lot together from time to time.

Is there any reason we can't talk now?

Whoa.

Are you getting any closer to...

what you're trying to do?

Or are you just ricocheting around the countryside?

I don't think you should mock me, Mayor.

If there's one thing on this earth

I could do to help you, don't you know I'd do it?

I do not ask help.

I know that only too well.

If there was ever one man

who wants to handle things his own way...

Mayor, you have tried to make me understand things.

Now try to understand me.

Understand how I feel when I came to this country

to find my youngest son murdered!

I am not a man who wants to cause trouble.

I like it here. I like this country.

How do you think I came here?

Easily, without effort?

No one paid my passage.

I saved for two years for the boat.

I worked in this country for one year

to buy my mules, my carrete,

and for the passage west.

People laughed at me. You doubted me.

But I am here.

And I want to be welcome here.

But I cannot ignore the killing of my son!

It is my duty.

Yeah, an Old Country duty,

dragged with you across an ocean,

from 1,000 years back.

Zamora, it's time to forget it!

Listen to me, will you?

In a day or two, I've got to pull out of here,

as soon as I get my supplies loaded.

And I don't like the idea

of leaving you here with this mess,

with nobody to help you.

Mayor, I cannot accept your help.

It is my responsibility.

But I...

I thank you for wanting to help.

And for caring so much.

How soon are you gonna be ready?

I'm ready now.

I want you to ride out to Daniels' place

and see if you can look after

that pig-headed Basque for a while.

I thought you wanted me to scout the passes.

Never mind that. Hawks can do that.

You can catch up with us in a day or two.

Seems like a lot of trouble... Mayor.

I mean, we got the man here.

I thought what he did was his business.

Are you going, or do we stand here

and jaw about it all afternoon?

Okay.

I don't want anything more to do with any of you, Zamora.

Can't you understand that?

But you are the padron.

You must allow us to depend on you.

Not anymore. I can't trust you.

Trust us?

What have we done to make you fear us, padron?

It isn't you. I made a mistake.

I'm not gonna make any more.

Oh, it was all right at first.

Manuel and his wife, Bernabe...

They got along all right.

But as soon as the kid arrived, there was trouble.

Raoul caused you trouble?

From the very first day.

Ornery, hot-tempered kid.

Wouldn't take orders. Wouldn't do anything he was told.

He was only a boy. He would have learned.

That's what I thought.

And I gave him every break I could,

until he joined up with Luke Stone.

Luke Stone?

Didn't anyone tell you

your son joined up with a sheep rustler?

Raoul?

Yes, Raoul.

And anybody that'll join up with an outfit like Stone's

is through, as far as I'm concerned.

My son would not have worked with him

if he was so bad, padron.

Bad? A man who steals sheep?

He lives up in those hills.

He moves around so much, I can never quite locate him.

When it suits him, he raids my flocks,

burns my wagons, and scares the people away.

Do you think this Stone could have killed Raoul?

Maybe. I don't know.

But don't try to find out.

Not from him.

He lives in the hills, you say?

The high hills?

Gracias, señor.

How would you like some company for a while?

Thank you, no, señor. It is not necessary.

Well, Major Adams thinks that it is.

It might be dangerous where I'm going.

I wouldn't be surprised. Move over.

But no, señor. Por favor.

Look, Estaban, you've got to get it through your head.

I can be just as stubborn as you are.

Now, which way are we headed?

To the high hills.

All right.

Bueno.

Andale, Pepito, Juanito!

But if Daniels can't find Stone,

what makes you think you can?

In my home, in the mountains of Navarre,

there are many bandits, smugglers.

They always live in rocky places...

To hide and protect themselves.

That gives us a lot of ground to cover.

Yeah, but it can be done.

You will see.

They will find us once we get close enough.

Ah, good. Now we are close enough.

Whoa, Juanito, Pepito!

Buenas tardes.

We are seeking Señor Stone.

Get down!

I don't like this.

I do not think they will harm us.

That's That's better,

That's better, Mr.

That's better, Mr. Zamora.

Wake up and take notice.

Where have you brought us?

Don't worry about it.

You won't need to find your way back.

Are you hurt badly?

No, I think I'm gonna... live.

I'm sorry. You should not have been harmed because of me.

That's right, mister.

You'll want to stay away from Mr. Zamora. He's pure trouble.

You know why I came here, then?

Word gets around.

Some of my boys get into town now and then...

when it's safe.

We've been expecting you.

We've been watching that donkey cart of yours

crawl up the mountain for hours.

I thought you would be watching.

Bandits are always the same.

But in my country, they are gentler, cleverer.

They do not beat a man

or tie cloths about his face.

They only throw dust in his eyes to blind him.

Say, I'll remember that.

We'll all remember it.

I gotta hand it to you, Zamora...

You've got guts comin' up here after me.

You're Raoul's old man, all right.

Stay right where you are.

Take it easy. I'm just gonna stretch my legs.

Let 'em cramp.

You're not going anyplace.

I don't know exactly what I'm going to do with you.

But you won't leave. Maybe I can use you.

Are you as tough as Raoul is, Zamora?

I did not come here to prove my courage, señor.

I came for the killer of my son.

STONE: Yeah, I know you did.

But you came to the wrong place. I didn't kill him.

And I don't want anybody gettin' the idea I did.

And I don't want anybody pokin' around up here.

I can believe that.

You do not have in your face

the courage to kill my son...

Only courage to steal sheep.

I got a good thing going, sure.

Daniels raises them, and I steal them.

But I still get the same good price when I sell them.

Raoul was a good kid. I liked him.

So, don't come around here saying that I killed him.

You don't want me. We're on the same side.

The same side?

Sure.

If I know who killed your boy...

I'd gun him down in a minute.

The same side.

With a bandit.

Oh!

Bernabe is not with you?

He has gone to church in town.

Perhaps that's where I should be also.

I am not a man who wants to kill. You know that.

I know, I know.

It is hard for me to see what is right.

For so long, I have lived by the old customs.

Am I wrong to cling to them?

You are wrong not to add to them

the customs of a new world.

But could Raoul have gone with a bandit?

How could he have made such a mistake?

Can I tell you, Father?

Sí.

He was too much like you.

Too proud, too stubborn...

and too much given to having his own way,

and too young to be guided by your wisdom.

This is Raoul's carreta?

Sí.

You wish to see it?

Yes. It is all I have left.

Raoul made many mistakes.

You must not think of them.

Think about him as a boy in Navarre,

with love.

Manuel...

where is your knife?

My knife? What knife?

I made three knives... Very much alike...

As gifts for my sons.

Where is yours?

I cannot say.

Why do you ask about it?

Because one of them I saw in the office of the sheriff.

I thought it was Raoul's own.

But here is his knife...

where he left it in the carreta.

You see?

He scratched his initials on the handle.

Raoul was killed...

with one of the other knives.

From the time I cam here,

you have tried to deceive me...

tried to keep from finding the killer of Raoul.

Show me the knife I gave you.

I have not got it.

Then find it!

Find it!

Find it!

Sarita, get into your carreta!

It's not there. I remember now.

I lost it one morning when I was working.

Zamora, what's wrong?

Look what I found in Raoul's wagon.

It was not his knife he gave you.

It was his brother's.

Raoul was killed by his own brother.

Take it back, Manuel.

Be ready to use it.

Zamora, he's your own son.

No, he is the killer of Raoul.

He tried to keep me from doing my duty...

to save his own life.

Go, Manuel! He'll kill you!

Stay back, Sarita!

Estaban, wait!

Here it is! Sarita, no!

Manuel, you've done enough to protect...

Be still!

To protect...

Bernabe?

Bernabe?

Manuel told you?

No one told me.

I learned for myself.

You may take my life if you must, my father.

I would be almost glad.

It is worth very little to me now.

Tell me how you could kill your brother.

It was to keep him from killing me.

Is that a worthy reason?

I am no longer sure.

Why would he want to kill you?

He came to steal my sheep.

He'd been drinking...

In the hills, with Stone.

I am a shepherd, Father.

No one molests my sheep.

Raoul became angry.

He grabbed my knife from my belt.

He taunted me with it.

He kept asking... what would I do

if he used the knife...

To harm me, to take my sheep?

I called him a coward and a thief...

and no true Basque.

He lunged at me, slashed at me.

I took the knife from his hand,

and I struck back.

One time, I struck him,

as he clutched at me.

And one time...

killed him.

Now...

take me, if you like.

I will go with you.

MAN: Estaban?

You must not harm him.

I will not harm him, Padre.

PRIEST: He came here to offer himself to my order.

They will accept him?

Well, he will not be a priest.

He will be one of the brothers.

It is a hard life, but useful to the order.

And he'll be accepted, Estaban.

He is forgiven here.

And here also.

And now...

I am the one who must be forgiven, Padre.

Well, Estaban...

I'm going into the hills.

Señor Daniels has given me a fine flock to care for.

Good. Good luck to you.

Buena suerte, Mayor.

Fine.

Well, are you gonna travel ahead of us or behind us?

Which would you prefer?

Well, why would...

Oh, go on, get out of here.

IEsteban, allá!

Ah, sí. Adiós.

Adiós.

Whoa, Juanito, Pepito!

Wagons...

ho!