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♪ Johnny Yuma was a rebel ♪

♪ He rode through the West ♪

♪ Did Johnny Yuma, the Rebel ♪

♪ He wandered alone ♪

♪ Johnny Yuma ♪

Thought that'd bring you around.

Easy now.

Let's see if you can keep that down first.

You picked a great place for a walk.

I couldn't help it.

I ran into some Apaches yesterday.

They killed my horse.

I skipped past them during the night,

just kept movin'.

Apaches.

Hey Pete!

All clear.

Not for long, let's get rollin'.

Come on, boy.

Another passenger, Captain.

Wait a minute, my saddle, all my gear.

I left it back there.

I ain't trading my scalp for no saddle, boy.

Hurry up, Pete.

Whoa.

Heeyaw!

We'll be at the Benton Wells rest station

in about a half hour.

Maybe you can get a mount there and go back.

Ha!

I hope so.

My name's Yuma, Johnny Yuma.

Travers, Paul Travers.

I heard him call you Captain.

Retired.

There's no place in the army for a blind officer.

The war, huh?

Not the one you mean.

Ha!

This was my battlefield.

No guns or flags of bugles,

just dust eating into your skin,

and the sun filling your eyes

until that's all you can see,

all you'll ever see.

Oh, if anything ever happened to me like that.

I'd sure never want to come back here.

You might, Mr. Yuma, you might,

if you've left as much out here as I have.

Heard that doctors can do a lot

with man's eyes these days.

So they told me in that hospital in Washington.

There's a famous doctor in San Francisco, they said.

There's always a chance.

Well?

As Job said, "My face is foul with weeping."

"I have made my bed in the darkness."

This is as close to San Francisco

as I ever intend to get.

Ha!

So he went out to bring in the stock.

Well, it's more than a feeling this time, ma'am.

There's Indians out there, all right.

So I'd appreciate if you'd hurry these transfers along.

I'd like to move on.

Right away, Jess.

Come along, sir.

Thank you.

Ma'am, can I get a horse here?

We'll take you to Lordsburg, no charge.

Go out there and pick up my gear.

You'll never find anything on that desert, boy.

Yes I will.

I put it behind an old dead tree near a small grave.

That saddle must be made of solid gold.

Everything I have in the whole world's out there.

Mr. Yuma.

I'd like to along with you when you ride out.

Well I, uh...

Everything I have in the world's out there too.

That's my wife's grave.

All right, Captain.

As soon as I get the horses I'll let you know.

Thanks.

You'll have to wait 'til my husband gets back.

I wondered why he'd want to stay over here

after what happened.

What did happen?

Well, when we had heard the tale,

him and his wife were going to Lordsburg

more than a year ago, same trip as this.

Apaches nailed him.

Captain was the only passenger

to come out of it alive.

Found him wandering around these flats blind.

They're crazy.

Been in hospital all this time.

Here's your passengers, Jess,

Mr. and Mrs. Gaines.

Howdy folks, let's climb aboard.

We're leaving right away.

Thank you so much for your hospitality, Mrs. Boley.

Oh you're welcome.

I hope you come by again.

Goodbye.

Have a good trip!

See you next week, Jess!

- Will, Mrs. Boley! - Ha!

Ha!

Won't you come in and have something to eat?

Thank you.

Ha!

Won't you sit down?

Thank you.

Sam should be back any time now.

Sorry you had to wait.

Looks like it's gonna be worth it.

What happened to Captain?

Well he said he wanted to rest.

Poor man.

He staying long?

He said just one day.

Well, it's about time.

Sorry, Agnes.

The stage go through all right?

On the dot.

Sam, this is Mr. Yuma.

Sam.

He wants to borrow a horse to pick up his gear.

Left it on the desert.

Two if you can.

Two?

Well there's another passenger staying over,

Captain Travers.

Captain?

Retired army captain.

Poor man's blind.

Wants to visit his wife's grave.

It's the little one we passed near Mona Basin.

It has two crossed branches for a marker.

You know it?

No.

Well how about it?

How about what?

The horses?

Oh, there's a couple by the side of the station.

Thanks.

Mr. Yuma?

Yes, Captain.

Did you get the horses?

Yes sir.

They're out in front.

Thank you Mrs. Boley.

Sam.

Sam, what's the matter?

It had to be.

Sooner or later.

Here it is, Captain.

I'll be back in a few minutes.

Didn't happen here, did it?

Where the Apaches hit the stage.

You're well informed.

I've been getting it bits and pieces.

Need fillin' in, though.

Keep me talking, is that the idea?

Well it might help.

I don't think you've done any talking for a long time.

What is there to talk about?

Knowing you're trapped and waiting

for help that never comes.

Driver who gives you hope of a way out,

a narrow draw and leaves you to scout ahead,

never comes back.

Would you like to talk about what the sun

can do to ya after awhile.

Was there just you and your wife?

A little whiskey drummer, was cracked, up and ran.

Apaches cut him down.

And the driver?

Must have been killed.

How'd you wind up here?

Apaches gave up.

One morning they just weren't there anymore.

We tried to get back.

We walked, walked.

And then we crawled

through a furnace of heat,

until she just couldn't go on anymore.

She just laid down here and closed her eyes and,

we'd only been married just a month.

I was taking her to my first post,

first home together.

This is the home I gave her.

There's no reason for me to be anywhere else.

Why?

'Cause she's dead, or because you're blind?

You can afford to talk, you have two good eyes.

And you still got a chance to get yours back.

Small chance.

Afraid of the odds?

Is that what your afraid of,

or is it something else?

Maybe you lost more than your eyesight, Captain.

Maybe you lost something else.

You weren't afraid during the war.

They didn't commission ya for playing it safe.

And you weren't afraid to come out here.

Neither was your wife.

Evelyn.

So what happened?

But she doesn't want your eyesight

buried next to her, or your guts.

Odds, what odds would I give

in this moment being found

in a thousand square miles of nothing?

I'll see to it that you get to San Francisco, Captain.

Thanks.

You're the exception in a bitter, selfish, lonely world.

Not such an exception.

Somebody left flowers here.

What?

Somebody left flowers on an unmarked grave

in the middle of nowhere.

Is it such a bitter, selfish world?

Stage is an hour overdue at Lordsburg.

Checking with the Haskell Station

to find out when it passed through.

Stop fretting, Sam.

The stages have been late before.

Could be any one of a dozen reasons.

There's a good one today.

Well, it's high time.

We were getting worried.

Sam, this is Captain Travers.

Captain, how are ya?

Something wrong?

No, nothing.

I'm very tired, excuse me.

You have any trouble finding your gear?

No, it was just where I left it.

Anybody else live around here, Mr. Boley?

No, why?

Well, someone's been putting flowers

on Mrs. Travers' grave.

Folks out here are kindly.

Coulda been just anybody passing by.

Yeah, that's what I told the Captain.

Stage is late.

Must be the call from Lordsburg.

That man always get so upset and worried

whenever there's trouble with the Indians.

Oh, is that it?

You've got to understand and bear with him.

You see, he had a terrible thing happen

last year when he was still driving.

In fact, that's what made him stop

and take over the station here.

The Apaches attacked his stage.

He and a passenger were the only ones

who got out alive.

The Lordsburg stage, this line?

Yes, you hear about it?

Do you know who the passenger was who got away?

No, no Sam's always refused

to talk about what happened.

Feeling better, Captain?

Much, thank you.

I'll get you both some coffee.

I thank you, Mr. Yuma.

You were right.

There is something to live for.

Something.

Stage never got to Haskell Station.

Apaches, Mr. Boley?

One more.

One more!

I left him.

Sam!

There were three passengers.

I've got to get to him!

A little whiskey drummer.

He's in there!

That was before, Sam!

A year ago, not now.

You satisfied?

You got 'em all now, Sam.

No need to be eating away at yourself anymore, Sam.

You did all you could, both times.

Stage leaves in a half hour.

Captain?

Boley?

Right here, Captain.

It took a lot of courage, what you did.

I'm going to need courage too.

San Francisco, Captain.

We'd better get started.

Mr. Boley, one favor.

I know, Captain.

I won't stop the flowers.

Thank you.