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What's the matter, baby? Come on, baby. Ooh.

I think she's croupy.

Oh, that's not the croup. It's a dry cough.

You ought to know the difference by now.

Give her to me.

Guess I'm just the worryin' kind, now that I'm a pa.

You been a pa for 15 years. You were the worryin' kind long before that.

Ohh, ohh.

Seems like every time I get set to go off, somebody around here's sick.

She just got a cough. You're goin' off to get shot at.

We're the ones gonna worry. And you don't even have to go.

Just goin' 'cause the captain asked ya.

Be off to check the stove. Here, honey.

Take her with ya. She's hungry.

And wake the boys while you're at it.

You can sleep a minute longer. I can't sleep a minute longer.

I'm a schoolteacher, remember?

Jack comin' through with broken reins. Get him!

Ho, back here. Come on, Curly. Curly!

- Get the rope on him! - Whoa, put a rope on him.

Come on, Clyde! Come on, Clyde!

Get up there, now. Come on, get behind him, now.

Thought you went to work before dinner, Charlie.

I'd be at work, if I wasn't afraid to go off and leave the help.

If I do, most of them will just get lost and I'll have to waste time lookin' for 'em.

Put the rope on the horse's neck, not the damn horn!

You're a little tardy yourself today, ain't ya? Yeah, this yankee...

I'm meetin' must like to sleep late; I'm not due to the railroad till seven.

Who you goin' after this time, Woodrow?

Named Joey Garza, train robber. They say he's swift.

Has he give you a fancy gun yet? Who?

Colonel Terry. Ain't he still president of the railroad?

Man I'm dealin' with name's Brookshire.

I don't know who owns the railroad this boy's been robbin'.

I expect he'll offer you a fancy gun.

I've no use for expensive weapons.

You let somebody give you a fancy gun,

and he'll tell everybody in five counties he's your friend,

when in fact he may despise you.

Plan to work before noon, you better give your hands a help catchin' the horses.

This is a pointless conversation. Good-bye. Bye.

Home boy! I'd hate to let Woodrow Call beat me to work.

Here comes a tough cowboy!

What the hell was that?

Eat your breakfast.

August? Hold... put her in the crib, would you?

B-b-but pa, I ain't finished yet. Will you just do it?

I wish you'd learn how to drink out of a cup, like the rest of us.

Well, saucer n' coffee is a habit I picked up...

in the ranger days when I was a bachelor.

I was a bachelor most of my life.

Same as the captain. You're never the same as the captain.

Well, maybe not.

You know, I hadn't learned how to be a husband yet, not in those days.

You know, things like bein' married...

You still don't know a thing about bein' married.

I have to teach you every day. Was she wet?

No, ma.

I don't like that old man keepin' you away from us.

Why can't he find somebody younger if he needs help chasin' a bandit?

Pea?

Somethin' the matter?

No, I 'spect I'll worry about all of you the whole way.

I worry but I like gettin' paid cash money.

You don't have to worry, pa. I'll help ma while you're gone.

Oh, I'm sure you will, in what time you spare from Roy Benson.

She kisses him, pa! You hush, Georgie.

Ma? Don't you be hittin' your brother!

I won't have my Georgie beaten up over a silly boy like Roy Benson.

Ma, he ain't silly. Don't talk about him like that.

I wish all of you would leave me alone.

She beats up on me all the time.

Well, you deserve it, you little snitch.

Will you hand me that rag? Ben's nose is runny.

- It's a dish rag. - Well, it's not now, it's a snot rag.

Hold still.

Okay, children. Go on up and get ready for school.

Go on!

I wish pa didn't have to go.

I don't like it when pa goes.

- Ma, Georgie pulled my suspenders this morning. - No, I did not!

Boys, stop pesterin' each other and get upstairs.

They don't deserve you. We do.

We'd love you. He just works you.

Lori, I been with the captain a long, long time...

You been with these children their whole lives!

They got no other father.

He can get another corporal, and that's all you are to him.

He don't even like you neither. He's mad at ya 'cause you married me.

Doesn't like it that Gus liked me, neither.

Now that we're married, I've taken two men from him.

Don't like it that I'm a teacher, neither.

Guess he don't think that whores ought to become school teachers.

Hee-yaw! Hee-yaw! Come on!

- Hey, Henry. - Howdy, Ben.

Excuse me, sir.

Would you be Mr. Brookshire?

Well, yes. At your service.

I'm Call. Glad you're prompt. I despise laggards.

I imagine you were expecting someone younger.

Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Actually, you see, I'm just an accountant.

They don't usually send me on these trips.

They usually send Jimmy Roberts, but...

He swallowed a wine cork and choked to death

not an hour before he was to leave.

Train robbers ain't smart.

Five smart train robbers could bust every railroad in this country.

Well, this young Mexican is smart.

That's why Colonel Terry expressly ordered me to hire you.

You've got a very fine reputation.

Fine reputation? Well, I say he does.

This here's Captain Call; He's the greatest ranger that there's ever been.

I'd prefer my coffee hot and my conversations private.

Say, sweet-tempered he ain't, but you'll find that out if you hire him.

Of course I have to hire you. Temper isn't the point.

How many trains this Garza boy rob?

The count was seven.

You say he's a guero? He's what?

Guero. That means a blond-haired Mexican. Blue-eyed too.

Oh! I forgot the gun.

So windy out, it just about blew my wits away.

Colonel Terry sent you this gun.

It's a gift.

Thanks, but I'll pass.

You mean you don't want it?

Well, good Lord... why... wh-wh-what'll I tell Colonel Terry?

This engraving is hand work, you know. It doesn't come cheap.

Well, then, the colonel can keep it for himself, then.

I have no place to keep a fancy weapon.

I'd just have to deposit it in the bank, and I prefer to avoid banks.

Well...

I don't know what the colonel's gonna say when he finds out you didn't want his gun.

He'll be mad enough to bite himself.

Well, if he bites himself, that's his concern.

If you want me to catch this boy, I'll give ya my terms.

Pea! Could ya hitch up the buggy, honey?

- Clarie's running late. - Who has the wire brush?

- Ben! - No, I don't.

- Yes, you do. - Just hand it over, okay?

If you don't hand it over, I'm gonna tell mom. I don't have it!

Mom! Ben has my hairbrush and he won't give it back!

Honey, we have your hairbrush down here.

How do you expect me to get ready for school if you have my hairbrush?

Where's your guns? Well, I never finished cleanin' 'em.

Well, you cleaned 'em enough to smell like gun grease all night. Whoa, boy.

You smell like somethin' different every night, seems like.

Well, I guess it just depends on what I spill on myself during the day.

Mean you're goin' off to chase a bandit without even bein' armed?

Don't need to be armed 'cause I ain't goin'.

- You ain't, pa? - No.

I'm scared one of you might die while I'm gone.

Besides, this chasin' bandits has gotta stop sometime.

What about the captain?

Well, I gotta go over to the railroad and tell him I can't go.

Well, he'd better not be rough on ya.

If he is, he's gonna have me to deal with.

You sure this is what you wanna do, Pea?

Yeah. I hope so.

I don't want ya mopin' about it later.

Hank, Charlie! Step up!

Mom, you're so mean to him.

Giddup now!

Oops! Aw.

Wind's not like this back home.

I'm not visitin' Brooklyn, but when you're travelin' here on the plains,

You can count on wind.

Got off the train here yesterday? been chasin' my hat ever since.

Might get a piece of twine, tie it on your head.

Mr. Brookshire? Mr. Brookshire!

Brookshire, are you ill?

I'd like to get on the train, now.

I believe I'd perk up if I was on that train.

Let's go get on the train.

'board! Next stop, san Angelo.

Right there. Just step right up.

Okay. All right.

Just go right through there, and you get settled down.

Would you take that? Where are you going?

Goin' back for the rest of my gear. I'll be right back.

Uh, do you mind if I came with ya?

I thought you wanted to be inside the train.

I did. I do. I did.

But, uh, I-I'm... I'm afraid I'll blow away.

Like a tumbleweed.

I know it's windy.

I never seen any wind bad enough to blow a fellow out of a railroad car,

and besides, if you don't mind my saying so,

you-you're a bit heavier than a tumbleweed.

You sure you're gonna come right back?

I'll be right back.

Unless a big gust comes up.

Ma, why'd you marry pa, you just gonna be mean to him?

You think I'm mean to your father?

You don't know what mean is.

Well, pa buys me a gun.

Is that your man?

Hmm. He forgot his weapons.

How could he forget his weapon?

You forgot your arsenal.

Well, no, I didn't forget it, captain. I left it home.

Who's that fellow with the derby?

That's Mr. Brookshire. He's with the railroad.

Spends most of his time chasin' after that derby hat.

A man that can't keep his hat on ain't gonna be much help in Mexico.

Well, I expect I'm not gonna be much help to you in Mexico either, captain.

I got me a wife, now, and five children.

One of 'em's a baby.

I got - I got me a farm won't work itself.

I-I reckon it's... it's time for me to stay home.

Well, I guess I stopped this train for nothin'...

if you ain't gettin' on.

What's wrong with your man?

- Is he sick? - No, he ain't sick. He's married.

- Are you a card playin' man? - No.

I didn't think you were.

Older children copy the math problems on the board...

as your assignment for tomorrow.

Younger children, take home your readers and study chapter 15.

That's page one-forty...

...

Captain left without me. Did he fuss at you much?

No, just... shook my hand and left.

Clarie! Mind what you're doin', this is a school room.

Finish your addition.

Quiet, children.

Are you sick, honey? No.

Are you havin' one of your headaches?

Yes. It's kind of a pound and that little horse has a stiff trot.

It's not the stiff trot, it's the stiff wife.

Go home with your father. He's feelin' poorly.

Roy and I was going to study together...

and when you get there, fix him some soup,

and put him to bed till his head feels better.

But ma... Don't "but ma" me, Clarie. Go!

Roy Benson ain't gonna melt between today and tomorrow, honey.

You'll see him again.

Pa, do you like Roy? Ma don't.

Roy? He's gangly.

So am I.

You ought to retire, Willy.

- You're losin' your eyesight. - Nah. Jus' in the lef' eye.

Man as blind as you oughtn't to be ridin' that river.

You're liable to fall in a hole and get swallowed up.

You're blind drunk nine days out of ten.

What's to keep you from stumblin' off into a hole and gettin' swallowed up?

The fact is, I hold court nine days out of ten.

And I am too busy to wander out there and find myself a hole big enough.

I particularly hate thieves.

A man who would steal 50 cents off ya...

will steal a million dollars.

Ain't too many folks around here got 50 cents.

Much less a million dollars.

I've got 50 cents.

And I aim to keep it, too.

If I stole your 50 cents, would you hang me?

I'd hang you as soon as I could find my rope.

Now, I may not be able to put my hand on my hangin' rope right off,

so if you was quick, you might escape.

Who said you could be a judge, anyway?

I'd wanna see some papers...

before I'd let you hang me.

If you could see, you'd see that we're west of the Pecos,

and out here, if you wanna be a judge bad enough, you can be.

And I wanna be one bad enough.

What if it was a dime I stole? Would you still hang me?

I cannot tolerate the loss of any sum!

Officially. Hmm.

You want to put this whisky you been drinkin' on your bill, is that correct?

Put it anywhere you want to put it.

Watch out for the Garza boy.

Joey? I know Joey.

Why would I wanna watch out for him? 'Cause he's a cold killer.

Just 'cause you fancy his mother don't mean he won't cut you down.

He won't cut me down!

Well, if you make it for a month or so, you might survive!

- Why a month or so? - They've hired Call to get him.

You mean Woodrow Call is after Joey?

Who told you?

John Wesley Hardin.

Huh. John Wesley.

Now, there's a fellow you ought to hang.

As long as you're hangin' folks.

Why? Never stole a cent off me.

Mr. Hardin was headin' for Crowtown.

'Spect he's killed a few rascals lookin' for a place to hide out.

Well, Crowtown's the place to hide out, all right.

Woah, you damn nag!

They just pigs!

Here Joey. You shoot first.

No. You shoot first.

And then I will beat you.

You're in for a disappointment.

I was the best marksman in the German army. I still have the medals.

You never shot a rifle this fine.

It takes a while to adjust, no?

Missed two. It's the sweat, you see.

In Germany, it's not so hot.

The sweat fogs up my telescope.

Still, I think I beat you.

Thank you for letting me shoot. I like your gun.

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Mama!

¿Qué Paso?

What did you do?

I beat your man. He can't shoot.

He is not my man. I have no man.

Mama, you always have a man.

Teresa, I forgot the basket. Go and bring me a basket.

Si mama.

You whore! You cut me!

Hombre, if you put your hands on me again...

I'll do worse that cut you!

Mary!

Mary, I got news.

- Where is your horse? - Aw, that dumb son of a bitch.

He let some pigs spook him. I had to walk a good five mile.

I hope it sobered you.

You look red in your face. Like you do when you drink.

Yeah, well, all I need is a little whisky.

A little love... and a few frijoles...

I can give you the frijoles.

Can do nothing about the rest.

Yeah, well, what I really need is a bottle of beer.

I seldom walk in the heat, you know. You do not walk at all.

Or do anything else but talk!

What the news?

Oh, God, my brain is boiled.

I'm so hot. I near forgot.

Mary, they've hired Call.

I come as quick as I could to tell ya.

Go to the house. Clean yourself.

Teresa will give you the frijoles.

Come on, mules!

We caught these men with 30 stolen horses.

Old vaquero up on the river told us they were from this village.

They are from this village.

They are my son and my grandsons.

We caught 'em with 30 horses. The law is the law.

So we hung 'em, we cut 'em down.

Brought them home here.

Ignacio!

Ignacio!

Primitivo!

A la estrella.

How are your children today?

I was speaking to them.

Old spider woman take them to the fish.

I speak to them every day.

They're happy.

You remember Call?

The Captain.

The Gringo.

Ohh. He killed your father.

And my brothers.

Now he wants my Joey.

Your son...

..can live with my children... with the fish.

Captain!

What's the point of the eight-gauge?

Take a whole pack mule just to carry the shells.

Well, the man who sold it to me said it would be useful for self-defense.

I won't dispute that. If you survive the kick,

you won't have to worry too much about the enemy.

Thank you.

Let me see the pistols.

Oh. They're said to be the newest model.

Well, I'll allow they're the most expensive.

I'm glad your colonel don't mind expense.

Oh, but he does.

Colonel Terry hates expense.

Well, maybe I could sell them back, when we get through.

You know, I hadn't expected this extreme weather.

I all but froze in Amarillo, now I'm all but cooked.

Aren't Amarillo and Laredo in the same state? Well, more or less.

There's some folks think Laredo's still in Mexico.

You don't get weather like this in Brooklyn.

It's just weather.

If I was you, I'd go into the telegraph office...

and see if there's any more trains been robbed.

Well, what'll you be doin'? I'll be packin' the horses.

Where have you been?

I thought you were going to help us with the corn.

I am not a farmer. Where is Billy?

He's driving the wagon to the mines. He'll be back in three days.

Good! I'm glad he's gone. That old man smells.

He's kind to me. That is because he wants you.

That is the reason he comes, and that is the reason he stays.

Any man can want. It's how a man behaves that counts.

Don't hit me again, mama.

It's seven telegrams.

If the colonel's mad enough to send out seven telegrams,

he's ready to call out the army!

Sounds like an impatient man, your colonel.

Impatient men make mistakes.

The only mistake he's gonna make would be to kill me.

Only he won't think it's a mistake.

Yeah, four more trains been robbed, one of 'em carryin' an army payroll.

Another payroll. Lord spare us.

The army'll be mad for sure.

Mm, it's the passengers the lord should have spared.

Sixteen folks were shot in them four robberies.

Sixteen? That's the count.

Whoever done it... doin' it for the killin', not the robbin'.

How do you know?

You fought in the Civil War, didn't ya?

Well, I was there. I was quartermaster, mostly.

You were still there.

How many men did your company lose?

'Bout ten.

There you go.

I fought the Indian wars of Texas for 24 years, I lost six men.

Sixteen men killed in four robberies?

That indicates a killer, possibly two.

Well, what makes you say two?

The distance.

Train was robbed in Van Horn, Texas one afternoon,

another in Deming, New Mexico before dawn the next day.

No robber could have made it from Van Horn to Deming that quick.

He couldn't have done it even if he rode the train he just robbed.

I'm gonna have to talk to the sheriff in this town.

We can't afford to be shorthanded, with all these train robberies.

Whoever robbed the train outside of Deming had a gang.

Garza boy works alone.

Now how does he stop those trains if he works alone?

Well, he ain't lazy, captain. Works at night.

Piles rocks on the tracks. Builds kind of a wall.

Surely a locomotive going full speed could bust through a few rocks.

Maybe. But the train might derail,

and if it derailed, you'd be in a pickle.

If Joey Garza's after you, you're in a pickle anyway.

If it was me, and I was drivin' the durn train,

I'd pour on the steam... Ted, who consulted you?

I'll consult him. He's makin' more sense than you.

Well, I guess the engineer could plow on if he wants to.

Well, Joey Garza, it's either run or fight. Me, I'd run.

You employed steady, or would you consider accompanying us on this chase?

Well, it's steady. But it's warm here.

I wouldn't mind gettin' off to higher country,

where there might be a breeze once in a while.

Ted, who invited you in this conversation?

If you leave, who's gonna sweep out the jail?

Well, if Captain Call wants me, I expect I better go.

He's Captain Call, Bob. He's Captain Call! He knows my name, deputy.

- You goin', or ain't ya? - I sure am, captain. I'm with ya.

Go get your bedroll. We're ready to leave.

Much obliged. Captain.

Stop pattin' me on the back like that. Like what?

Like you was in a hurry and wanted me to stop cryin' so you could leave.

Baby, I got to get this gear together quick. Captain's ready to leave.

He ain't gonna like waitin'. The captain.

And that's all I heard come out of your mouth since you got home,

was "the captain" this, and "the captain" that.

I mean, who is he anyway? He's just some old man I ain't never heard of.

You ain't never heard of Captain Woodrow Call?

No...

I knew you didn't get much schoolin' Doobie,

but I never suspected you didn't know who Captain Call was.

Well, I didn't.

And I still don't. I mean...

Who is he that he's... worth breakin' up our marriage for?

He's the most famous Texas Ranger there's ever been.

He's Captain Call.

Everybody on the border knows who Captain Call is.

I'm on the border. I ain't never heard tell of him.

But if he's important enough to break up our marriage with our baby comin',

then you can just go!

Why have you said anything about breaking up our marriage?

I'm just goin' off with Captain Call.

I'll be back long before little Joe is born.

Or little Josie, whichever it is.

What if ya don't come back?

Why wouldn't I do, huh? This is where I live.

I know. What if you don't live?

Then what'll me and Joe or Josie do then?

My gosh. I'm not goin' off to get killed.

You've gotta get that notion out of your head.

There's rules you know. Rules.

Yeah, see you don't know what a big honor it is

to be asked to ride with Captain Call.

I expect it's the biggest honor a law man can have.

Well that's right. I forgot you're a law man.

You have your deputy's badge.

You know old Bob Jekyll, all he lets you do sweep out the jail,

maybe arrest a drunk once in a while.

Doobie, I'm going.

I'll be back though. Long before the baby's born.

No you won't. You're not coming back.

Joey Garza, he's gonna kill you.

And if he doesn't kill you then somebody else is,

and I'm never gonna see you again and neither is my baby.

You will lead that second pack horse back there, deputy.

Uh, captain?

Where are we gonna be sleeping?

On the ground, sir.

You plannin' on nestin' in a tree?

No, no. No. It's just... It's just that the...

the ground's a little... well, I mean...

There are snakes.

O-ho! Whoa.

Well, well, well. Now, hold on, Jethro.

Ohh.

Hey, puta! Wait up a minute.

When I tell a whore to wait, you better wait.

How 'bout a drink, puta? I am no puta, senor.

You're not near as pretty as you used to be, Jethro.

- Senor? - Yeah - What do you want, Mex?

¿Que Paso?

Hah! Hyah!

What have you done?

Now the hard sheriff is going to come from across the river.

He's going to beat us all.

No, he will only beat her. She made it happen.

What have you done? I killed a gringo, mama.

I only like gringos when they're dead.

He is bad, that one.

He is bad.

I made you coffee, mama. Me and Rafael are here.

We will take care of you.

Teresa, you'll have to stay with grandmother for a few days.

No... Bad men will come. I do not want you or Rafael here.

But I don't want to go! Teresa!

You can take your chick with you.

C-can Rafael take his goat?

Rafael can take his goat.

Rico!

You senora Garza?

Si. So Senora.

Senora Maria Garza.

Where's that murderin' son of yours?

Speak up, woman!

Sheriff Donovan asked you a question.

Where's Joey?

This is Mexico. It's my country.

You are not the law here.

Lady's got a point, boys. What do you mean, sheriff?

We can do what we damn well please with Mexicans, wherever we are.

No, Senora Garza's right, boys. This is Mexico.

We ain't the law here!

So what do you say we take her back across the border where we are the law?

No! Stop!

Stop! Stop!

You best get settled-in Ms Garza.

'Less you want to tell me where that murderin' son of yours is hidin'.

You're gonna be here a while.

Ouch!

God, if you scrape me one more time with your toenails,

I'm kickin' you out of this bed.

Why don't you cut your toenails, like other folks do?

Well, they're way down there in my socks. I forget about 'em.

- I'm sorry I nicked ya, honey. - Nicked me?

I'll probably be the first person to bleed to death

from bein' cut by her husband's toenail.

You're wishing you'd gone with the captain, ain't ya?

No.

I just wish he hadn't gone hisself.

I wish he'd just quit. Quit and do what?

He doesn't know how to do anything but kill.

Just an evil old man. Now, that ain't fair, Lori.

In the Indian days, he didn't have no choice.

I mean, look what Blue Duck did.

I don't want to remember what Blue Duck did, 'cause he did some of it to me!

I wanna forget what Blue Duck did.

Captain Call was one of the folks that helped me.

I was just a kid when he took me in the troop.

Now he's askin' for my help, and I can't go.

Just feels wrong to me.

I mean it... feel more wrong if I went off and left you and the tots...

Well, go after him, then. Go on.

I want you to.

I'll never really have you as long as that old man's alive,

and neither will the children.

Don't be worryin' about me and the "tots." We'll do fine.

Go on, get killed. and good riddance. I don't want to go.

I'm here. Here's where I want to be. It's just...

..I can't help feelin' bad about leavin' the captain shorthanded.

I know.

I'm sorry I said that about good friends.

I was just mad.

I get mad every time we talk about him.

It's worse than the toenails, ain't it?

I feel scared, Lori.

Don't know why I feel so scared,

I think I'm gettin' a chill.

God, you're clammy. Maybe you have what Georgie's got.

I'll warm ya, honey.

It ain't cold on the outside, it's the inside.

It's like I dread somethin', Lori.

Well, I don't know what you dread, but...

you're my husband; I know what you need.

Damn, that was our best pack horse, too.

What happened?

Bad dream, I expect?

Indians. I-I-I thought we were being attacked by Indians.

Better make an entry.

How much did that horse cost? Twenty-five dollars.

Plus the shotgun shell.

I'd be sure and list that shotgun shell, if I was you.

He's an old man, Lori.

I better go find him.

Least we'll be paid cash money.

Cash money can't hug me.

Can't do what we did last night.

Can't make me a baby,

and it can't be a father to the ones we already got.

But if you have to go, go now, so I can start gettin' used to it.

You won't have to get over nothin'. I'll be back.

I suspect it was too good for the both of you, Pea.

He'll kill you and the captain,

and I'll get old and wouldn't have you.

And neither will the children.

Come here, buddy.

Oh! oh!

Take care of mama. I love you too.

What makes you think you can find the captain?

You can't even track the milk cow half the time.

I'll find the campers.

Folks don't forget him. I'll just ask folks as we move along.

Hang on, children. We don't want to be late for school.

Hey, Charlie!

Back soon, papa!

Bye, pa!

Captain, do you ever get worried before a fight?

Nope, I can't say I fret much.

Well, that's brave.

When I was in the war, I was scared all the time.

And I was only a quartermaster.

Still had nightmares. What did ya dream?

Ah, mainly of having one of those big shells come in low and knock my head off.

You know, that very thing happened to a man I knew.

Fellow from Hoboken named Johnny Rowe.

Bad luck, I suppose. Terrible luck.

Man gave me his biscuit that morning, and rode out on a scout.

I... Why did he give ya his biscuit?

Well, he said he was too nervous to eat.

So I ate the biscuit, and off he rode.

And while I ate the biscuit, General Grant rode by.

That was the one time that I saw General Grant.

Anyway, after a little while the shells started whistling in,

so we all squinched down and went on up the road, and...

there was a bunch of boys standing around a horse.

We thought they were looking at a dead Reb, but...

No. We were looking at Johnny.

His head was gone.

It was just a red bone sticking up between his shoulders.

Lord. Just a red bone?

Yeah, a red bone.

I expect it was his spine.

Lord. Just a red bone?

You know, they say that Garza boy can hit you...

between the eyes from a mile away with that rifle of his.

All this is just the effect of reputation.

A bandit gets a reputation, folks get to thinkin' he can do no wrong.

If he had any sense, he wouldn't be shootin'...

between the eyes, he'd be shootin' at the trunk.

It's bigger. It's the intelligent target.

How was General Grant?

I've always been curious about the man.

Well, he looked drunk, to me.

The man won that war, and he was drunk the whole time.

My God, Famous Shoes.

How'd you get here?

My day starts early.

I saw your track in the creek and I followed.

I thought you were'd become a farmer.

I was surprised to see your tracks.

Why, I used to travel all the time.

You had no woman then. Now you have a woman.

Who will give her children if you are travelling?

Well, I expect she'll be willin' to hold off on the children till I get back.

What are you doin' way up here on the Brazos?

I'm a Kickapoo. Kickapoos lived here until the Comanches came.

Comanches did not like us.

Comanche don't like anybody very much.

Except other Comanches.

They wanted our part of the world and they took it.

We are not fighters, though we are the best trackers.

Do you think Captain Call would pay me to help him find Joey Garza?

Well, he'd most likely give you something. How much do you expect to get?

You said your woman teaches.

Does she know how to read tracks in books?

- What? - Tracks in books.

- Tracks on paper? - Oh, you mean, words?

You bet she knows how to read words.

Well, she teaches young'uns their letters, that's her job.

She taught you? well, she been meanin' to get around to it.

I know one or two letters. I know "p," and I know "y."

I expect I'll study up some more on the letters when the crops come in.

I can track any animal.

I can track spiders. I can track lizards and snakes,

I can even track fleas and bugs.

But I cannot follow the tracks in books.

But if your woman will teach me how to read,

I will help the captain find Joey.

Well, that saved on expense.

Don't you have anything to eat?

Well, I just shot me a big Jackrabbit here last night.

Why didn't you kill that antelope? Didn't see no antelope.

He's about a half-mile from here.

I'm surprised you didn't see him.

If I take you to him, will you shoot him?

Well, I'll shoot at it. I mean, antelope are jumpy.

I saw him a while ago. He was layin' down.

If you walk quietly, I can bring you close.

Whassa matter?

I've seen a bad track.

What kind of bad track?

The track of the man burner.

Man burner? You mean Mox Mox?

They call him the snake you do not see.

I thought he was dead.

No.

He was here yesterday.

And he has six men with him.

One of them... is very large.

His mule is getting tired of carrying him.

I thought Mr. Goodnight killed him.

That devil burned one of his cowboys up on the Picket Wire River.

They got away.

He was here with his men.

I don't want no brush with the man burner.

Are there any empty houses in this town?

No. And whom are you?

I am Joey Garza.

Well, if you want a domicile in this town, all ya gotta do is...

find a house you like, kill whoever's in it,

then drag the victim up on the sand hill, and...

the devil pig will do the rest.

What makes it a devil pig?

T'only looks like a pig to me.

It's not just a pig. It's our town mascot.

And it has a tunnel to hell, where it goes to see the devil every night.

Excuse me, senores.

What is this?

Guess we got a new landlord.

He's better looking than the old one.

That don't mean he'll be easier to get along with.

- Ma? - No.

No, what? I ain't said nothin'.

No, you can't have a gun. That's all you been askin' for lately.

Ma, I didn't ask for nothin'.

I just came to tell you there's an old man at the door.

A tramp, or a cowboy, or what?

I don't know, just an old man. I think it's Mr. Goodnight.

Mr. Goodnight? Are you sure?

He's old. He's got a moustache. I think it's him.

Mama! It's Mr. Goodnight.

Okay, ask him to wait a minute. I'm coming.

- But ma, he's already waiting. - Don't scold me, Clarie.

I've been scolded enough already.

Ma, Georgie's been askin' Mr. Goodnight for a horse. Well, I need a horse!

Hush, hush, hush. I hope my boy hasn't been pesterin' you too much.

No, I like him. He's got spunk.

If I ain't careful, he'll have all the horses.

Would you come in? I can offer you some buttermilk.

I hesitate to bother you, but I'll take the buttermilk.

Ben, get down from there.

♪♪ August? quit practicin' there.

If I'd been born in a different circumstance,

I could have made a life out of drinking buttermilk.

Won't you sit down, Mr. Goodnight?

You have a very pretty daughter.

I hear she helps you with the teaching, which I admire.

She's better at fractions than I am.

Well, I could chase a fraction from dawn to dusk and not catch it.

Could I ask the favor of a few minutes' private talk?

Is somethin' wrong with Pea?

No, your husband's fine, as far as I know.

Uh, this is another matter.

Children, would you excuse us?

But what are we supposed to do, ma?

Well, go outside and dig a hole, or just sit on the side of the building. I don't care. Go.

What is it, Mr. Goodnight?

I regret havin' to tell you this, Mrs. Parker, but it's Mox Mox.

Mox Mox? But he's dead.

Ain't he dead? I understood he was.

I thought so too, but now I ain't so sure.

Um...

I'm sorry. That was a bad scare, and I forgot my manners.

It doesn't take much muscle to pour a glass of buttermilk.

I'm the one who's sorry mam, for having to put you through this.

But Mox Mox is dead.

You killed him yourself.

In Utah. No.

He burnt one of my cowboys on the Picket Wire river in new Mexico.

I chased him into Utah and lost him.

I heard myself that a Ute Indian killed him, but...

that might have been just a rumor.

What make you think he's alive?

Because someone's been burnin' folks in western New Mexico.

I come here knowin' it might upset you.

As I understand, you were his captive when Blue Duck kidnapped you.

I was. But how did you know?

I never even told my husband. Your friend in Nebraska, Clara Allen,

told me you'd confided it to her.

I was up there recently buying horses from her.

This is gonna make you burn hotter.

I'm gonna burn you first, so you don't have to hear that little boy holler.

- Hyah! - What do you think you're doing?

I'm gonna burn that blue-eyed whore.

I don't see what business that is of yours.

She's my whore. That's what business it is of mine.

- And you ain't burnin' her. Not today. - And why not, by God?

Because she's my bait, by God.

The old ranger McCrae will come lookin' for her.

All we gotta do is wait.

Once he gets here, you can burn 'em both.

I want to court her, at least.

She's my bait. You can have the boy.

No, no. Don't let him burn him. No. No. No!

No, don't let him burn him! No! No! Mama!

I'll hear the screams of that little boy till the day I die.

In my nightmares, I still hear those screams.

I found the body of that boy, ma'am. Uh, I buried him.

That was kind of you.

I can still hear that little boy screamin'.

I'll always hear that little boy screamin'.

I'm a mother now.

That little boy was about the age of Georgie.

Oh, the age of Georgie!

My mom's cryin'. And we can hear her.

Well, let her bawl. I expect she needs to.

Do you ever cry, mister?

Very seldom, son. Very seldom.

Are you going to give me a pony? I'd like a brown one.

I 'spect I could scratch you up a brown pony somewhere, but...

you'd owe me 10 dollars if I do.

Well, I ain't got it.

But I'll give it to you when I grow up.

Don't suppose a black pony would do?

Naw. Brown's my favorite color.

I'd rather have brown.

I'll take the black pony. Can I have a black pony?

Mr. Goodnight. I'm sorry I sent you out in this wind.

Ma, now Ben's been askin' Mr. Goodnight for a horse too.

Charlie's been askin' for one, and I need one too...

Where y'all are going, there'll be plenty of horses.

Wh-where are we goin', mom?

August, you boys go out to the barn and finish your chores.

Clarie, it's time for the baby's nap.

Mr. Goodnight? Won't you come back inside?

I'll put on a pot of coffee.

If I had known Mox Mox was alive, I wouldn't be livin' nowhere near here.

He said he'd find me.

And if I had children, he'd...

burn 'em, just like he burnt that little boy.

It was the last thing he said before he left Bodunk.

I thought all the mean wolves in this country was about cleaned out.

But he's as mean as any I ever knew.

I'm sendin' my children to Nebraska.

Claire'll look after them till this is over.

Now, my husband's out there somewhere huntin' a killer, and it's my fault.

He ain't a killer, Mr. Goodnight.

And he's got no business huntin' killers with Captain Call.

I better go find the man myself.

This time I'll keep at it till I know it's done.

Let Captain Call do it!

I've got no right to give you orders,

but you came here to ask me what I know, so I'm gonna tell ya.

I've seen that man, and you haven't.

Let Captain Call do it.

It's my cowboy he's burned, not the Captain Call's.

I-I expect you think I'm too old to subdue the man.

No, that ain't it.

You have killed to survive, but you ain't a killer.

Captain Call is a killer.

Send a killer to catch a killer, I say.

Besides, folks around here need you.

This whole part of the country needs you.

You're the man that built the school...

..and I know you've built others.

Nobody needs Captain Call.

All the rich men made him.

Because he's a killer.

He's as hard as Blue Duck and as hard as Mox Mox.

Mr. Goodnight, I've got to start packin'.

I've got to go to school and... dismiss my pupils.

Then I've gotta hunt somebody up to do chores around here while I'm gone.

I'm want to start for Amarillo tonight.

I want my children out of here.

You'll be in a regular lather before you get all that done.

I can stop the train at Quanah, and I can send...

a couple cowboys with a wagon to take you to the railroad.

I'd be much obliged.

Can you lend me a weapon?

All my husband left me was a shotgun.

I can lend you several guns, but I doubt you'll need 'em...

once you're on a train to Nebraska.

I'm not goin' to Nebraska, Mr. Goodnight.

Just my children are goin' north.

You're not goin'? No.

Ma'am. You're the one he nearly burnt.

Now, you have every right to be scared. Why wouldn't you go?

Because I gotta find my husband and bring him back.

I should have set my heels and kept him here, but I didn't.

It's my place to bring him home. Now that's rash.

I can send an experienced man to go find your husband,

and bring him home.

None of your cowboys married him.

I married him.

He's a good man, and I need him.

Besides, he won't mind nobody but me.

...'Cept Cap' Call.

I'm gonna find him, and he's gonna mind me.

Particularly now.

Well...

I'll go send the men with the wagon.

I like the way that talkative boy of yours takes up for himself.

He's got grit.

You mean Georgie?

Apple of my eye.

Don't forget to send that pistol Mr. Goodnight.

I don't want to be goin' south without a gun.

I won't.

Goodbye Mrs. Parker.

Come on, boys!

Don't take all day to build a scaffold.

Where's the trap door? Hadn't even started on it.

Mary? Mary? Mary? That you?

Mary? What's happened? What's happened to you?

No! It's me!

It's me, Billy! Billy!

Wh-what is it?

Aw, te... tell me what happened to ya.

Joey.

He killed... A man, a gringo.

Now the hard sheriff he wants to know where to find him.

Where is he? I don't know.

It's all... just a boy. He can be miles away from here.

I despise them lawmen.

I just hate their stinkin' hearts. Hey, Billy!

I didn't know you fancied Mexican whores.

What I fancy, Tom, is to cut your stinkin' heart out.

And I expect I'll come back and do it once I take Mary home.

You old-timers got rough tongues.

Tell me somethin', Billy.

You fancy all Mexican whores? Or just this one?

Could just as easy have been your stinkin' heart.

Come on, Mary. We're goin' home.

He's crazy!

Good God, Tom!

Where's your ear? It's in my pocket.

In your... pocket...

We best go straight to the telegraph office, Mr. Brookshire.

I 'spect there'll be news. I hope so.

I'd like to know who the second robber is, if there is two.

I'd like to know that myself. You can be sure there's two.

I'm hopin' they don't keep multiplyin'.

Now, Mr. Brookshire. Your color ain't good.

If I was your doctor, I'd recommend you stay away from telegraph offices.

Every time you go in one, you come out lookin' ill.

Yes, and for good reason.

Here's four telegrams, and not a word of good news in any of them.

Well, what's the worst?

Well, the worst is...

my wife died.

Katie died!

I never expected it.

She was healthy as a horse when I left Brooklyn.

I never expected it, Captain.

Well, that is bad news, Mr. Brookshire. I'm sorry to hear it.

I wish now I'd sent you home the day I left the panhandle.

Oh!

It's too late now.

She's gone.

You almost missed this antelope.

If I had, we wouldn't be eatin' him now, would we?

You'll have to shoot better than this

to kill Joey Garza.

He shoots better than you do.

No doubt he shoots better than the captain.

They will never find him without me.

Captain usually finds the bandits that he sets out looking for.

Not Joey.

When he was six, his mother's husband sold him to the Apache.

Once, when I was in the mountains watching eagles,

I came to the... What were you doing watching eagles in the mountains?

It helps my eyes work better.

The Apache taught Joey how to track, and they're good trackers.

They taught him well.

So you know him then.

I know his mother, Maria.

She fed me when the hard sheriff put me in jail in Presidio,

for eating a dead horse.

I didn't know it was a crime to eat a dead horse.

Hard sheriff thought I stole it before I killed it.

He was going to hang me...

but a big fire almost burned the jail down and...

..I escaped.

Maria Garza hid me until I could go back to the mountains.

Well, if she's so kind, how come her son turned out bad?

If I knew that I would be a matchmaker.

I would be rich! I don't know! No one knows.

It'd be a curse, wouldn't it?

Have your child go bad on ya?

How about you? How are your children?

They were good children.

Comanche killed all of them.

I came back to the Brazos to...

be near their spirits, and the spirit of their grandfather.

But I didn't find his spirit.

What about your children? Did you find their spirits?

Nah, they were too young.

Their spirits were too light.

They had blown away to another part of the world.

Clarie, August, take care of the little ones.

Now, get on inside.

Hurry up.