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I need some
horseshoe nails.

Well, I have all sizes.

Some new and
some old. Select.

How much are they?

12 centavos.

I'm looking for a man
named O'Malley.

Fellow about your height, wears
black pants and shirt, black boots.

Carries a derringer.

He always wears a loud-colored
scarf around his neck.

Has a hole in his chin.
Here.

It's worth 50 pesos
if anybody's seen him.

They are desolate
they cannot help you.

But, 50 pesos, senor? This man
must be a very dear friend, no?

No.

Jack-boy!

You be quiet.

Good evening.

The name's O'Malley.

How do you do, Mr. O'Malley?

I'm Mrs. John Breckenridge.

My husband's gone to
Calvillo on business.

Sorry to hear that. I was hoping to
ask him for a night's hospitality.

Mr. Breckenridge has always
welcomed strangers to the plateau.

I'm grateful to
Mr. Breckenridge.

Won't anybody take care
of the gentleman's horse?

Mr. O'Malley,
this is Milton Wing,

Mr. Breckenridge's
ranch manager.

Howdy.

This horse's been
lathered up some.

Well, I'd say that's because
he was run some, wouldn't you?

Guess so.

This is Jose. Rosario.

My daughter.
Oh.

She favors you.
You're a lucky young lady.

This is Melissa Linda Anthony
Breckenridge. We call her Melissa.

Well, how do you do,
Melissa?

Oh.

Thank you.

Well, I'd be most grateful to
Mr. Breckenridge for my supper.

Are you a cowboy,
Mr. O'Malley?

What have I done
to give you that idea?

You don't dress like one,
so I just wondered.

No, I don't like
cows much.

And the only way I really like
a horse is when he's hitched

to a nice two-seater buggy
with good springs.

I ran into a cowboy this
morning up at the pass.

Seemed to be looking
for somebody.

Tall man?

Sure was.

I never really met
an American cowboy.

You'd be disappointed.

Was he riding a blue roan?
That's right.

What makes you think
I'd be disappointed?

Well, you see, cowboys aren't very bright.

They're always broke
and generally they're drunk.

Did he carry his
gun on the left?

Yep... 45 on the left.

You may get the chance to meet
one in the flesh real soon.

You know this fellow?

I know of him. We've
never met, but we will.

Mrs. Breckenridge, will you
do me the honor of dancing?

No.

I dance vary rarely, Mr. O'Malley.
And then only with my husband.

He's to be envied.

Then dance with me, Mr.
O'Malley. I love to dance.

I'd be delighted.

Do you want to try it again? Sure...

It's time for bed, Melissa.

Oh, no, not yet.

Yes. Gracias, muchachos.

Are you going to sleep in
the house, Mr. O'Malley?

You know Mr. Breckenridge has a special
room in the toolhouse for guests.

Oh, well. Good night.
Good night.

I'll show him.

Never mind,
I'll show him myself.

Here's your lamp.
Your bed's up there.

Why did you
have to come back?

I ran into somebody who told me
your married name and where you were.

I started riding
that same day.

You're lying.
You came here to hide.

There's someone on my trail,
sure. There always is.

But I haven't been running away from
him, I've just been coming to you.

And now I'm here.
And I'm not hiding.

And I'm going to stay.

No, Bren.

You're leaving tomorrow
and you're not coming back.

Belle.

I can't leave you now.

I never did
leave you, really.

All these years I've remembered
you as you were that night.

A pretty girl coming down
the steps in a yellow dress.

And another boy
asked me to dance.

You began that awful whistle
and just watched for a minute.

Then you tore my flowers off
and knocked him down.

I know, but that's all in the
past. That part of me is over.

It took three men to stop
you. You were killing him.

I'm trying to tell you that I've
changed. I'm completely different now.

You'll see.

You still got
that yellow dress?

I burned it.

I'll get you another one.

Oh, Belle. Belle...

Belle, remember that night?

The music floating down
from your uncle's house,

me sitting by my campfire,

thinking of you dancing
in the arms of other men

and wanting to kill someone.

And then I looked up,
you were standing there.

Standing beside my fire in
your yellow dress like a flame.

Oh, Belle.

Belle.

Oh, please,
keep away from me.

I'm afraid of you.

Whatever you say, Belle.

Why do you wear
your gun in your belt?

Well, I like to know
exactly where it is.

In your belt, you can feel it right
up there against you all the time.

Papa says a derringer hasn't got
any range. He always wears a Colt 45.

Oh, I'm sorry
to hear that, miss.

Why?

Well, no handgun's accurate
beyond 20 feet.

And no holster gun can
draw as fast as a derringer.

My papa greases the
inside of his holster.

I'm afraid that wouldn't
do him any good.

Also, the derringer carries
a bigger slug, miss.

You can call me
Melissa, if you like.

Well, let's just compromise.
I'll call you Missy.

What's the matter?

Oh, it's only Papa.

Good morning,
child of my heart.

Rosario, come
get Papa's horse.

Good morning, my dear.

Good, I say, because it's one of the
last we'll spend on this accursed ranch.

Did you find trail hands?

Just one.

But I'm sure two or three
more will join us directly.

Not many people want to
work for a living these days.

Oh, John,
this is Mr. O'Malley.

How do you do?

Welcome, Mr. O'Malley.

Permit me to offer you the
hospitality of these poor acres.

Thank you,
Mr. Breckenridge.

We have a saying down here in
Mexico, to which I hardly subscribe.

"Everything that's
mine is yours. "

It's a fine saying.
I'll remember it.

You'll join me in coffee?
Thank you.

O'Malley...

I knew some O'Malleys
in Virginia. Tidewater?

I'm afraid they'd be lace
curtain, my people were all shanty.

After you, sir. Take that
chair right over there.

I take you for a man who's handled
quite a lot of cattle in his time.

Oh, I've done a little
bit of almost everything.

Well, I run about
1,000 head on the place.

I plan to trail the herd up
to Texas and sell them there.

Now if you're at
liberty, I could...

Mr. O'Malley
was trailing south.

North or south doesn't make much
difference to me, Mrs. Breckenridge.

There, you see?

I'm sure my wife echoes my sentiments in
hoping you'll join us on the trail, sir.

I don't think Mr. O'Malley
would be influenced by my wishes.

I hope you won't
always think that, ma'am.

I'm sure that's not
what she meant.

Touch up your coffee?

Thanks.

I'm willing to pay you
a dollar a day, in fact.

Plus a $25 bonus when we deliver
the herd in Crazy Horse, Texas.

Crazy Horse?

That's pretty dangerous
country you're going through.

And you need two men you haven't
got. Fast gun and a trail boss.

I don't know any more
about cows than you do,

so if I go as the gun,
where's the trail boss?

Well, I haven't got one.
I wasn't able to find anybody.

I know one. Good one.

Think you can get him?

He'll probably be
here by tomorrow.

Maybe even today.

You think he'll take the job?

He just might.

You see, this fellow and I are
kind of bound up with each other.

But with or without him, my
terms are gonna be pretty high.

Well, you just name
your terms, Mr. O'Malley.

Only two.

First I take
a fifth of the herd.

It's outrageous.

Well, I fight better when
part of the property's mine.

But that's exorbitant.

You think about it.

All right. All right,
you've got your fifth. Good.

Now, wait a minute, you said you had
two conditions. What's the second?

Oh, yes, the second.

I want your wife.

You're joking.
No.

If I get the herd through for
you, I mean to take your wife.

You? You and my wife?

You and Mrs. Breckenridge...

A dirty shirt Irishman
and a Fitzleigh from Richmond.

Yes, I'll accept your
challenge. Yes, indeed.

And you can go to work.
You can go to work at once.

Hold it, O'Malley!

They told me you'd try to circle
around to get the sun in my eyes.

You did a little
circling yourself.

Insurance.

The sun was in Jimmy Graham's
face when you killed him.

I don't remember.

Well, a lot of
people do.

I got a warrant
for your arrest.

I'm taking you back to Frio
County, Texas, to stand trial.

Will you come voluntarily
or will I have to take you?

Say, it just happens that I'm
just headed for Texas right now.

Crazy Horse. Of course,
it isn't Frio County,

but you'd die a lot closer to home
than if I had to kill you here.

All right, let's go.

I'm running these
cattle up there.

You?

Yeah.

With a drunken owner, no trail
boss, a few vaqueros and myself.

What do you want in that outfit
you're willing to risk a hanging for?

Why don't you ride over
and find out?

Why not?

You know, Sheriff, this is Mexico.
Your warrant's no good here.

I'll serve it as soon as
we cross the Rio Grande.

Is that the gentleman you were
telling me about, Mr. O'Malley?

That's him.

They need a trail boss.

Mmm-hmm.

With just the two of us riding,
I can always keep you in sight.

But trailing cattle, it'd be too
easy to catch a bullet in the back.

I hope Mr. O'Malley has discussed the
possibilities of your joining up with us?

He has.
I'm not interested.

Why that's most unsettling.
I was counting on it.

You have any idea what
you're getting yourself into?

There's nothing on that trail
but rustlers and Indians.

And Johnny Rebs who crossed the border to
steal what they couldn't win in a fair fight.

I do beg your pardon.

I almost lost a leg
at Fredericksburg

in as fair a fight as
this world has ever seen.

I'm a Virginian and an officer
in the armies of the Confederacy.

I'm from Virginia, too,
except I served under Grant.

Oh, I beg your pardon.

Oh, forgive me. My dear,
allow me to present Mr...

Stribling.
Dana Stribling.

Mr. Stribling, my wife.

Almost forgot her.

I don't see how that
could be possible.

Well, bravo, you are
really a Virginian.

Why don't I show Mr.
Stribling around the place?

Might help him
change his mind.

That's a mighty
good idea, Mr. O'Malley.

It's right gracious of you.

Ma'am.

You know, I've got a nasty
feeling I've seen you before.

You were too drunk
to remember.

Bents Fort, Colorado.

So broke you were making
up rhymes for whiskey.

One free drink,
one free verse.

What's the matter?
Cost you a drink?

I'm gonna see that
you hang, O'Malley.

Ooh! Hanging's
a long-time proposition.

Well, Mr. Breckenridge, to
pull the 1,000 head of cattle,

you need two good point riders, four
swing riders, and one man on the tail.

You need a man to drive the mules, a
trail cook, a wrangler for the horses,

plus four horses in the
remuda for each rider.

I got plenty of horses
in the remuda.

My wife drove a chuck wagon
coming down here

and she's perfectly willing
to drive one going back.

And she's an
excellent trail cook.

Then she counts
for two men.

You've married well.

You ride, miss?

Oh, yes. I can even
work cattle on a horse.

Good.

She can ride herd on the remuda.
Give us another hand for the cattle.

My daughter's a lady.
A Southern lady.

If I'm trail boss,
my word goes

when it comes to running
the cattle, is that right?

Well, whatever you say.

We're ready to go.
Melissa.

We'll see how Milton's
doing with the herd.

Fine, Papa.

Mrs. Breckenridge,

it's not often I interfere
in somebody else's business,

but this is one of the
times I think I should.

O'Malley's a killer,

and as soon as he crosses the border
into Texas, I'm gonna see that he hangs.

Until then, my advice to you is to
keep your door locked when he's around.

He can't tell
one female from another.

And he don't care much,
either.

Please,
don't cause trouble.

Why did you say those things
about Mr. O'Malley?

Because they're true.

I'm not a child, Mr. Stribling. I'm
perfectly able to take care of myself.

It won't happen again.

It's a nice night,
isn't it?

Miss out on the nights,
you miss half your life.

Are you a killer?

Now, why do you
ask me that?

What they say.

Well, when you come right down to it,
all men in their hearts are killers.

But that's wrong.

Maybe it is.
I don't know.

When a man kills,
it means God let him,

because God could stop him
if he wanted to, couldn't he?

I don't understand.

Well, you asked
if I'm a killer,

I'm trying to tell you it's
not an easy question to answer,

but I have killed.

But you didn't
want to, did you?

No.

Do you like God?

Well, of course, but...

I don't know him really.
Do you? Part of him.

Someday I'm going to
know all of him.

Oh, not all of him, Missy. That'd
be too much for anyone to know.

It would blind you.

Just learn to know rocks and
trees and stars and sunlight.

They're all
part of God, too.

Learn to know the sea.

I will when we
get to California.

Good. Find yourself a nice big boulder
with the waves breaking against it.

Look deep. Dream of
seahorses and they'll come.

Not many people know of it,
not many people care,

but the sea is a place where the seamen
shoe the hooves of the wild sea-mare.

Not many people have seen it,

nor caught the faintest gleam of the
ice-green cave in the deep green sea

in the heart of
the cold sea-stream,

where the sea-mare hides her young
sea-colt wrapped in a shy sea-dream.

But practically all of the
people known can absolutely say

that the foam on the sea is a sign that
you see the mare and her colt at play.

Oh, I like that.
Did you make that up?

A drunk made that up,

sitting in a saloon
in Bents Fort, Colorado.

Give him a subject, he'd write a verse.
"One free drink, one free verse. "

That must've been a part
of God, too. God in him.

Of course it was.

God has a special love for drunks
and fools and children like you.

I'm not a child.

I'm almost 16 years old.
I'm a woman.

Oh, Missy.

Put it away.

When I kill you, it'll be face-to-face
with both of us on our feet.

I'd like to believe that.

You can.

And here's something else
you can believe, too.

Never talk to me again
the way you did tonight.

The truth hurts,
doesn't it?

The truth hurts.

I'd like to know
the truth about you.

Just being sheriff isn't enough
reason to follow a man this far.

What was Jimmy Graham to you?

Hmm?

He was married to my sister.

Your sister?

Mmm.

So that's where the bear
sits, in the buckwheat.

Pretty little girl

Mr. Stribling!

You left a calf behind.

Where?

He lost his mother.

Well, we'll have to give
him a new one. Come on.

Come over here, miss.

Now, blow your breath three or
four times in each side of his nose.

Go ahead.

Keep on petting him.
That's right.

Now, stay right where you are so
you're the first thing he sees.

Get back on your horse.

See, miss, cattle
don't see very well.

The only way this little fellow can
tell his mother from any other cow

is by her smell. When he
loses that, he's an orphan.

So we give him a new smell to
follow. You're his new mama.

Now, walk away slowly,
see what he does.

Thanks for saving
that calf back there.

Why should you thank me?

Well, that calf
could have been mine.

Yours?
Sure.

You see, part of my deal with Breckenridge
was that I get a fifth of the herd.

A fifth?

Well, I delivered him the best
trail boss in the business, didn't I?

That's worth something,
isn't it?

Come on now, my fifth. Hey,
there! Come on there, boy!

Mr. Stribling, you may
make camp wherever you wish.

I'm riding on ahead
to Tres Santos.

That's a pretty rough
town, Mr. Breckenridge.

I think I can find
extra hands there.

This time you can
really count on me, Mrs. B.

I swear I'd sooner
milk a wildcat.

Come on, Jack-boy.
Come on, Jack-boy.

Jack-boy, come on. Come on.

Come on, Jack-boy.
Come on. Come on.

Come on. Come on, Jack-boy.

That's a boy.

Your husband get back
from town yet?

No. I hope he hasn't
run into any trouble.

Maybe I ought to ride in,
see how he's making out.

I wish you would.

All right.

Get me some tobacco,
will you?

I don't know your brand.

Oh, any kind will do.

Maybe you ought to come
along. Pick it out yourself.

Oh, it's not that important.

Take your time. I'll just stick
around here and keep an eye on things.

Right, Jackie-boy?

I only suggested
you come along.

Now I'm telling you to.

On your way, cowpoke.

That's an order,
O'Malley.

What did you say?

Bren, please go with him.

Don't make trouble for us.

Whatever you want, Belle,
that's the way it's going to be.

Gentlemen, our cups
are running dry of nectar.

Patron, a drink for my friends,
and everyone is my friend.

Bartender, drinks all around.

Gentlemen!
Gentlemen, gentlemen.

A toast to a great soldier,

a devout Christian.

To the bravest of the brave,
General Stonewall Jackson.

You're not fit to
speak that name, sir.

At whose side it was
my privilege to fight

during the long and tragic years
of the war between the states.

Gentlemen,
I give you General...

Reach for your gun, sir.

I decline to shed the
blood of a fellow Virginian.

You decline every kind
of a fight, don't you?

It's right nice seeing
you again, Breckenridge.

We had the privilege
of fighting alongside him

under Stonewall Jackson
at Fredericksburg.

And he ran.

That's not true.

He didn't just run,
he deserted us!

That's just not true.

I was wounded at
Fredericksburg.

Where were
you wounded?

Go ahead and show us where
you were wounded, Breckenridge.

Yes, sir. Show us.
We would all like to see.

Well, the wound is obvious.

I limp...

Drop your pants and show us your backside.

You've no right to
ask me to do that.

Your pants.

Or your gun.

Show us your wound.

Oh, God,
is there no mercy?

Show us the wound!

Talking's all right,
you can say anything you want,

but no man has the right
to make another man do this.

Keep out of this.

What's he to you, sir?
Don't ask questions, mister.

Just do what the man says.

Let's get out...
Now wait a minute...

You shut up!

Let's go, Mr. Breckenridge. I
don't think we're welcome here.

How'd my papa really die?

Like we said,

some buffalo skinners
started to make trouble and...

Well, your father
waded in to stop it...

You make that up
because of Mama?

'Cause she knows.

And so do I.

Know what?

That Mr. Breckenridge was too
gentle to ever get into a fight.

Maybe that was
the good in him.

Bedtime, Melissa.
So early?

It's not early,
it's late.

Goodnight, Mr. O'Malley.

Goodnight, Missy.

Well, I'm ashamed of you,
Stribling.

Poor Breckenridge isn't even cold yet
and already you're thinking of his widow.

You might be right.

Forget it, cowpoke.
She's mine.

I'd worry about that if I thought
you were gonna live long enough.

Well, when the time
comes, you'll see.

Don't count on it.

You'll never get the chance
again to ruin a woman's life.

You're still talking
about that sister of yours?

You like the truth?

Here it is.

Your sister put more horns
on Jimmy Graham

than a porcupine's got quills.

By the time he
got himself killed,

he wasn't good for anything except maybe
to stuff and hang over the fireplace.

That sister of yours, Stribling,
was just a free drink on the house.

And nobody ever
went home thirsty.

I mean nobody.

If you two want to kill
each other, go ahead.

But at least wait until you cross
the border and fulfill your contract.

If you're not going to
stick with it, get out now.

By the way, O'Malley,

three days after you
killed Jimmy Graham,

my kid sister took a length
of rawhide and hung herself.

Now what's wrong?

Just pointing the wagon tongue
toward the North star.

Help us get our bearings
in the morning.

If that's such a good idea, why haven't
we done it before, Mr. Stribling?

Probably because I didn't need
an excuse to talk to you before.

Oh.

I just want to
tell you not to worry.

I mean to bring that herd through
in good shape, you can count on me.

Good.

There's one thing more.

If you'll pardon my saying so,

you know, sometimes

it only makes grief worse
when you bottle it up.

Thank you.

If you...

When you're feeling better,

if you need a friend to talk to
about your plans for the future,

I mean, your plans
and Melissa's,

I'd like to be that friend.

I'll remember that,
Mr. Stribling.

Good night.

Good night.

I didn't know there were any
women connected with this outfit.

Make any difference?

Not to me,
it don't.

Women like that are worth $1,500 a piece
delivered to a Dutchman in Veracruz.

That's more than
a whole herd's worth.

You're looking for somebody?

Fellow named
Breckenridge.

Hired us to go through with this
outfit to Crazy Horse, Texas.

We heard he got killed.

So we trailed you
from Tres Santos.

Figured you could really
use some more hands.

We got a paper he signed.
Show him.

Paper doesn't matter. We
need men. Have you got names?

Sure. Frank Hobbs.

This is my brother Ed,

that fellow over there calls
himself the Julesburg Kid.

All right.
Let's get to work.

Hey, kid.

You hard of hearing?

All right, we got a big herd
of cows here. All round here.

Now, bunch them up so we can
move out of here right away.

Well, now, you ought to
move over there, lady.

Let me handle
them mules for you.

I'll be right with you just as soon
as I tie my horse on behind here.

You're hard of hearing. Well, you
know, when I get through with you,

you're gonna like them cattle so
much you'll never want to leave them.

Come on, Julesburg Kid, let's go!

Let's go! That's it!

Hold on! Hold on!
Hold on, there!

Sit on your horse, that's it. Come
here, come here. Don't be that way.

Come here!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Stay on your horse, there. Come
on, stay on that horse. That's it!

Now you got it! Come on!
Let's go again, huh? Come on!

On we go! That's it.

Isn't this fun?
Isn't this fun?

Don't you reach
for your gun again.

Now work for your dollar.

Hey, hold it, Missy.

You know a funny thing
about a horse?

He can see a gopher hole
about a mile off, and yet...

Let me show you something.

Look.

And yet he can't even see a
bird's nest right under his nose.

There's no reason
to be nervous.

I'm going to take you
alive. Remember?

What did he mean?

All he meant was you're going to have
horses scattered all over the countryside,

unless you get back
to work pronto, miss.

All right.

We may be able to use a
killer on this drive after all.

I don't think there's
any danger in here.

We better stand watch
around here, just the same.

We'll spread out
among the herd tonight.

Take your bedroll with you.
Get as much sleep as you can.

O'Malley and I
will ride herd.