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Hey, you.

Say, you there boy.

You have another drink with me, huh?

Huh?

What you reading there?

What are you reading?

The Deer Slayer, huh?

Say, who in tarnation is Jay Fennymore Cooper?

It's a man who wrote about Indians.

At least, that's what he thought he was doing.

Indians.

Indians!

What does he say about 'em?

What kind of things is he saying about Indians?

I guess he thought they were

nature's noblemen.

Noble.

Noble?

There ain't nothing noble about a stinking Indian,

except maybe the dirt you bury 'em in!

Noble!

There's no need to do that.

I'm gonna kill you, boy.

♪ Johnny Yuma was a rebel ♪

♪ He roamed through the West ♪

♪ Did Johnny Yuma, the Rebel ♪

♪ He wandered alone ♪

♪ Johnny Yuma ♪

Look, mister.

I've been punching cows at the Simmons' Ranch

all day and I'm tired.

Now just back off.

Put that gun away, Simon.

Ain't nobody in my sight

gonna say a good word about a Indian,

and walk out of this door alive!

You got a score with the Indians,

tell them about it, 'cause I'm not interested.

Come on cowboy,

draw!

I'm not drawing against any man

out of his head with liquor,

so just walk away and sleep it off.

Simon, you better get on home before you hurt yourself.

I said draw!

You're like all the Indian lovers,

you're nothing but yellow lousy!

Simon, you got awful lucky.

Now pick up your gun and go home.

Don't worry kid, we all seen it.

He was sure asking for it.

You know him, Wallace?

Simon Trask.

Got a fleabite place over next to Simmons.

You just stood there.

I'm your foreman Yuma,

not your nursemaid.

Him,

a nester,

uglying up the prairie with his stinking mean life.

Who'll care about him?

His wife.

His kin.

I still say it's not your business

to look his widow in the face.

I know it was either him or me,

but this much I owe him.

Been living there about two years now.

Poorer than skim milk.

Never put down no roots,

and his wife,

been two years

she ain't never come face to face with another human soul.

I don't know what was eating him,

that's why she never gave him no kids.

Funny how

some men take it worse than others.

Still seems like a sorry reason for

grown men to quarrel about Indians.

- Think so? - Don't you?

What if your wife had been captured by them like his?

Or massacred by 'em like mine?

Mrs. Trask!

This land,

such as it is, he owns a piece of it, don't he?

Let's get some shovels.

A woman as faded and colorless as sagebrush.

But in her eyes,

the staring,

pained look of

a wounded animal.

What makes a man like Trask

so eaten away with

bitterness that he?

Sam followed the trail all the way to

Simon Trask cabin.

His widow's that is, huh Reb?

Stealing eggs, a couple of chickens,

that's bed enough.

Now, she's getting real ambitious, huh Yuma?

How could a woman alone drag off a steer,

even a young one?

She's not exactly a weak woman.

She lived with the Comanches for a while.

I reckon she can just about do a man's job, if not worse.

I suppose she had no other choice

with that husband of hers.

Besides,

who said she did do it alone?

What are you talking about?

He killed her husband, didn't he?

Maybe he's trying to make it up to her.

If I want to help somebody,

I do it with my own money.

All right Johnny.

Now we'd better get the sheriff,

she wouldn't have time to cut it up yet.

Mr. Simmons,

she's a sick, sorry woman.

None of us here have any idea

what she might've gone through with the Comanches.

She's sick minded right enough.

I don't wanna sound harsh,

but I think she's a danger to everyone.

Something outta be done for her,

but I think Johnny's right.

Just getting her locked up isn't going to be the answer.

You reckon maybe she's a witch?

Larry, Ike,

don't go far,

we're gonna have dinner soon.

Sam said you wanted to see me.

That's right.

What's on your mind?

I hear tell you buried Trask.

Even when they die, they ugly up this creation big land.

People like the Trasks,

they don't belong here.

Why do they keep hanging around?

We don't live, we only stay.

We are too poor to get away.

You find that in one of them fancy books?

Read it on a barn in Kansas.

What's on your mind, Wallace?

You, Reb.

You've been nosing in where you don't belong.

That so?

Standing up for that Trask woman.

I figure that's my business.

It's mine, too.

When she starved out of there,

or run out,

I'm buying in.

Just like that?

It won't take much.

You still fancy yourself to be a cattle baron, huh?

I've got a chance to start me a spread,

and nobody's gonna keep me from it.

The woman?

What about her?

She's not my concern.

She doesn't seem to be anybody's.

One more thing Yuma,

reason I asked you out here.

Mr. Simmons not here to protect you now.

Just you and me,

and we're gonna find something up.

There's something else you wanna find out,

just let me know.

Hey, hey you old witch!

What do ya got in there?

I told you to go away from here.

They're gonna put you in jail for stealing our cows!

They're gonna lock ya up, and throw away the key!

I wanna go home.

Scaredy-cat, I'm gonna find out

what she's got in that cabin.

Maybe it's gold,

millions of pieces of gold,

and I'd fill my pockets with it,

and I wouldn't give you one!

She's got gun.

I'm not afraid of her.

You wait here.

Hey Ike, come look at this!

Help!

Help,

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

You heard what the boy said,

she tried to kill, shoot him down in cold blood.

Please Walt, let's not go over that again.

Maybe she's gonna cook him and eat him,

'cause she's a witch.

Wallace,

tell Sam to get the sheriff,

you saddle up the horses.

Mrs. Simmons, maybe if you came along.

Why?

No telling what she might do if we get her spooked.

Be better if there was a woman alone to talk to her.

There's likely to be some shooting,

you stay here.

Get my horse, will you Johnny?

She's got the buckboard packed and ready to go.

Oh, we'll see about that.

Why would she want to run away?

Larry!

Larry!

She's probably holding him to make sure we let her go.

Nobody's gonna bargain with my boy's life.

Lucy, come back!

Lucy, come back.

Hold it.

Where's my boy?

Is he all right?

Larry!

Stop, don't you take another step.

Mrs. Trask,

send Larry out, and we'll go away.

Let him go, please.

I know why you're here.

You want to lock me away some place,

just like my husband.

You don't think I'm fit to be alive, neither.

Nobody comes in here,

I'll kill him and myself first.

Let Larry out please,

and we'll go away.

We'll do whatever you want.

Would you let me go,

and not try to lock me up some place?

We promise.

Now, will you let him go?

After dark, not before.

Larry!

Larry!

Now you've done it.

You got for that gun, and I'll make you eat it.

Boy still in there?

Yeah, my wife's down there too.

Mrs. Trask!

Mrs. Trask!

He means you no harm!

Mrs. Trask,

I'm coming in for the boy.

No, please don't come down!

Please don't make me have to kill you!

He always tried to help you, Mrs. Trask!

He paid for that steer out of his own pocket!

It was him seeing your man

got a decent burial in his own land!

Down there, down there!

In the cellar!

Come on, come on, oh it's all right.

You're all so decent, ain't ya?

I was married to Simon Trask when the Comanches got me.

Yes, his father was an Indian.

I had no other choice,

but his father was good to me.

The best he knew how.

When the cavalry

hunted him down,

sure Simon Trask took me back all right,

but he never let me forget it.

He could never forgive me

for him.

He moved us out here,

so that nobody'd know his disgrace.

He tried to drink away the memory.

Finally,

we had to steal to live!

We were starving, sheriff!

You got a lot of schooling to catch up on, boy.

I've got a big house,

it isn't much,

but well if you'd like to help take care of it.

Wallace, Sam,

hitch up her buckboard and take it into town.

Come on, Juano.

The Indians did a lot worse to you

than they did to her husband.

Where's your hate?

There comes a time when hate dies,

and something better takes its place.

♪ Johnny Yuma was a rebel ♪

♪ He roamed through the West ♪

♪ Did Johnny Yuma, the Rebel ♪

♪ He wandered alone ♪

♪ He got fightin' mad, this rebel lad ♪

♪ He packed no star as he wandered far ♪

♪ Where the only law was a hook and a draw ♪

♪ The Rebel ♪ ♪ Away ♪

♪ Johnny Yuma ♪ ♪ Away rode the Rebel ♪

♪ Johnny Yuma was a rebel ♪

♪ He roamed through the West ♪

♪ Did Johnny Yuma, the Rebel ♪

♪ He wandered alone ♪

♪ He searched the land, this restless lad ♪

♪ He was panther quick and leather tough ♪

♪ 'Cause he figured that he had been pushed enough ♪

♪ The Rebel ♪ ♪ Away ♪

♪ Johnny Yuma ♪ ♪ Away rode the Rebel ♪

♪ Johnny Yuma ♪

♪ John Yuma ♪