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♪ Johnny Yuma was a rebel ♪

♪ He roamed through the West ♪

♪ Did Johnny Yuma, the Rebel ♪

♪ He wandered alone ♪

♪ Johnny Yuma ♪

Now she's like the thing she deprived me of.

What?

Gold, gold, gold, bright and lovely, hot and cold.

For what you did, Mister, I wouldn't hesitate

to pull this trigger.

But I'm gonna take you outta here.

I don't think so.

You're gonna stand trial at Fort Collins.

Then the Army will bring you back here

and hang you in front of the whole Apache nation.

The only way to stop a massacre.

Mount up.

In your condition, do you think it's worth the effort?

I saw what the Cheyenne did two years ago

when something like this happened in the Dakota country,

and Mister, it's worth my last effort.

One might say that the odds are all against you.

Get goin'.

This way.

Move faster, come on.

You, come here.

Get that saddlebag, put it on your mount.

Then you're gonna walk.

There's no chance there'll be others?

That doesn't bother you any, huh?

Why should it?

Ironically enough they're trying to rescue me.

Do you know him?

Yeah, they called him Touch the Clouds.

You know, in a way your crime is far worse than mine.

You just killed an Apache prince, Running Wolf's son.

Now how do you propose averting a massacre?

Hold it.

Get on the other side of the horse.

My saddlebag and the skin pouch.

Get it.

Put it and the canteen right there.

Right there.

All right, sit; Over there.

It's easy to determine by your quaint costume

that you served in the war.

Were you ever hit?

No jokes, Msiter.

A countryman of mine once said, he jests at scars

who never felt a wound.

I too was hit, here.

They were going to amputate;

In another few hours they would have had to.

What are you gettin' at?

In a word, gangrene.

And you're not gonna get those extra few hours.

Can you read it?

It's Touch the Clouds; You didn't kill him.

What's he sayin'?

Why not?

He's asking for help.

Now, putting aside your nobler motives,

your only chance is to keep me alive.

What kind of reasonin' is that?

Pure logic.

Sooner or later they'll take us.

If I am dead, they'll have no hesitation in killing you.

If I'm alive, they'll listen to both our stories.

There's very little likelihood of their believing you.

But it's better than no likelihood at all.

All right, pick up that gear.

Put it in the saddlebag.

You've only interrupted my quest for the time being.

I shall return alone.

Bell, book and candle shall not drive me back

when gold and riches begged me to come on.

Shakespeare, William Shakespeare.

Move on and shut up.

Yuma, John Yuma.

If those your memoirs, I trust you included

your last will and testament.

You'll be provided for.

You're getting weaker.

You can't possibly stay awake the rest of the night

and then travel tomorrow.

We're not waitin' for tomorrow,

just till the horse gets rested.

And I'll stay awake

because you're gonna keep talkin' to me.

You like to talk, talk.

The Apaches have been very touchy lately.

They don't like the gold-seekers

scarring up their mountains.

The Indians consider them sacred, you know.

The US government considers

the Apache gold treaty sacred too.

Gold, gold, gold, saint-seducing gold.

And my Indian friends will believe

that you're one of the greedy ones.

I've made them believe that of others before.

I've seen what they've done to the gold-seekers,

things that only an Apache mind could devise.

They have a consuming passion for both hate and trust.

Me, they trust.

Why?

They're not easily fooled.

No, they're not; I bought their trust.

With what?

With patience; For three long years

I stayed amongst the Indians, working secretly,

taking nothing, until I was ready.

Then you took everything and lost it.

Not quite everything, you quixotic young fool.

Quixotic?

I'll say one thing,

you sure don't talk like any miner or murderer

I've ever met up with before.

Not exactly a miner.

A geologist, magna cum laude

from the University of Cambridge.

And then long years searching for gold,

first in India, then South America and finally here.

As for murder,

in my own way I cared for that girl.

We could have been happy together.

I'm getting a little bored, if you'll excuse me.

I'll try and fix it so you're not bored anymore.

Because the second I feel myself fallin' asleep,

I'm gonna blow a hole in you a foot wide.

You do have a flair for the dramatic, don't you?

Do you know how many Apaches heard that blast?

Six, 10, perhaps a dozen?

But then they're in no hurry.

They're waiting for their chief, Running Wolf.

Here I neglected to mention

that the Indian girl, Destarte, is Running Wolf's daughter.

He'll have stopped at her grave.

So the captor is captured,

and the fox becomes one of the hounds.

I'd like to present you to Chief Running Wolf,

my father-in-law.

You saw what he did to Destarte, Running Wolf.

I saw.

Destarte has had the ceremony

that must be given the daughter of a chief.

I didn't know who she was.

And the one that killed her

will die the death that befits him.

I didn't kill her.

Be silent!

My white son will tell us what passed.

It happened like this, Running Wolf.

Yesterday Destarte and I were riding

through Superstition Valley.

She had never seen what lies beyond the crooked peak.

I had promised to show her.

Stranger, this land is deeded to the Indians.

There's a treaty; You have no right prospecting here.

I got a right to do what I want.

I don't like no squaw man tellin' his betters

their rights and wrongs.

So take her and hightail it outta here

before I fill you full of big round holes.

- Let's go, Destarte. - Hold it.

I changed my mind.

A man gets lonesome out here

with nothin' but the coyotes for night company.

Maybe she'd take a body's mind off them howlin' critters.

Destarte is my wife.

That don't mean nothin'.

Not amongst those coyotes.

She stays!

I would die first.

That's just about the choice you've got.

You wouldn't dare shoot, the Apaches would hear.

It's big country, Mister, I'll take my chances.

I have this far.

Lay your gun on the ground.

- Throw it on the ground! - I will not stay!

I think she means it.

Let her go.

Go ahead, kill me like you killed my wife.

Uh uh, I'm not gonna do that.

You're gonna show me the fastest way out of these mountains.

Please, let me let me bury Destarte first.

Then I'll show you the fastest way out, I promise.

All right, dig, and make it quick.

I left her necklace on the grave as a sign for you

to follow the gold-seeker and me.

For a long time you have taken our ways.

There is no word for lie in Apache.

We have heard what has passed.

He's taken more than your ways.

There may be no word for lie in your language,

but he's no Apache and I'm no gold-seeker.

If you do not seek gold, what are you doing in our land?

I was headin' north to see Sa-tant-a,

Chief of the Kiawahs.

Why do you go to see Sa-tant-a of the Kiawahs?

Before he made peace with the whites,

he gave me this at Fort Concho.

He made me his brother.

Now he's bad sick; He sent for me.

All lies, Running Wolf, he's as treacherous as a puma.

Look what he did to Touch the Clouds.

I couldn't help that, he was shootin' at me.

Look, Runnin' Wolf, will you let me tell my story.

It is the dust, the gold the others come to seek.

Don't do that!

Stop it, Destarte, I'm telling you stop it!

It's not me you wanted but the dust the dust!

It's the dust you love!

The dust you've been stealing from my people.

Leave that gold alone, I'm warning you!

You said you wanted to take me to your world.

Stop it!

Heathen.

It's dust you love, the dust, the dust!

I told you to stop it!

Drop it, I said drop it!

Then we buried her.

I decided to to take him to Fort Collins to stand trial.

That's when your brave must have picked up our trail.

The gold-seeker's mouth is filled with treachery.

Saint-seducing gold.

♪ 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 ♪