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He had to be brave.
All we wanted was horses, food.
George, George!
I hear ya.
There are no horses, not enough food.
Gonna have to head south now.
In a little while.
200 miles of desert, can't carry enough water.
300 lousy dollars in a lousy hick town bank.
Yeah, you're right, Deacon, head south.
There are two waterholes there.
I hope they ain't dry.
Come here, little one.
No, no!
♪ Johnny Yuma was a rebel ♪
♪ He roamed through the West ♪
♪ Did Johnny Yuma, the Rebel ♪
♪ He wandered alone ♪
♪ Johnny Yuma ♪
My name's Elizabeth Purdy.
I brought you some broth.
Why'd you chain me?
Same reason I took your boots.
So you couldn't run to the house or away from it.
Where's your husband or whatever?
Away.
Are you alone?
Yes.
Well, no offense meant, ma'am, but,
but are you loco?
Did you want your soup.
No, I don't want this soup.
I want my boots.
I wanna get outta here.
No, sir.
Why, why?
I think you're a killer and more.
Them marauders?
Well, I'm not.
I found two men and woman murdered
a couple of miles down the road.
I was going for help.
The Cliban place?
Look, lady, I'm not one of those marauders.
I come from Durango way.
You knew about them.
Everybody knows about them.
They held up the bank, took $300.00,
killed three men doing it.
Been whipsawing this country a couple of weeks,
Been living off it the hard way,
but I'm not one of them.
Mister, I hope you're not,
but I'm expecting a baby.
Now, you can lift that anvil.
You can pick it up and walk into the desert,
if you don't mind walking barefoot.
I won't stop you,
but if you come toward the house,
I'll shoot you as fast as I would a wolf,
or you can just stay here until my husband gets back.
You all right?
Oh, I'm just fine.
I'm cold, miserable, and unhappy.
I'll find you a blanket.
You hungry?
Yeah.
This is an ornery thing to do to a man.
You're a good cook, Ms. Purdy.
Thank you, Mr. Yuma.
How'd you know my name?
I just knew it.
You've been reading my journal.
Do you like your supper?
That's not very nice, that's snooping.
There's some things a man wants private.
You sound just like my husband.
Men, you born them, you nurse them, you change them,
then they're always shocked when they find out
that you know everything about them.
You're a lot of woman.
What kind of a man did you marry?
A man who'll hang you if you're one of them,
and he's a man of patience,
as big as this country and as strong as the wind.
Well, he eats regular.
Well, that's one of the benefits
of being married, Mr. Yuma.
Is he with the posse?
And you're alone here?
Yes.
That's not right.
There are over 30 men in that posse.
Most of them are married.
What happens if those marauders get here
and find me chained like this?
Then I'll fight them.
Don't you think you better set me loose?
One of those men was wearing a rebel jacket.
They say he fought with Quantrill during the war.
Did you, Mr. Yuma?
No, ma'am, I fought in my war.
Those chains you're wearing.
My father took them from a runaway slave in 59.
I'd trust you more if you were wearing blue instead of gray.
The war is over.
Not for those men out there.
But, I like you, Mr. Yuma.
You think it's your husband?
He'd call out.
You wanna give me the gun?
No.
Your husband around, lady?
Yes.
Where?
In the house.
I'd like to talk to him.
You can talk to me.
I want some water.
The well's over there.
Your husband with the posse, lady?
Oh now, you give me that there gun, lady.
I don't wanna hurt you.
All I want's water.
The water's free.
Anything else you want, you'll have to pay for.
How much?
Your life.
Oh now, ah, it ah, it ain't worth that.
I hate a bossy woman, I purely do.
Is he dead?
I think so.
You gonna faint?
I'm gonna fight against it.
You got the keys to this thing?
Wanna get 'em?
There's more like him out there,
and they're probably wondering what happened.
Whether they're gonna come in right now or not.
You wanna hurry?
They're in the house.
Now, you just sit there.
Well, thank you.
Wait, you um, you do this for your husband?
Yes.
You know, I bet you'll have fine, strong children.
That's why I try to put on his boots, Johnny,
and other things,
because of his child,
because he gave me that.
Because he fights for you.
That too.
You stay inside.
Oh no, I'd rather go out with you, Johnny.
It's my place.
I'm the one that's gotta answer yes or no to what he wants.
All right, you stand by the door then,
but if I have to kill him or be killed,
then you get back inside and bolt the door
before you do anything else, all right?
All right.
I see now why he didn't come back.
You know, he used to be a preacher of sorts,
back in Tennessee I think.
He fell from grace one day,
woman trouble, yeah, another man's woman.
Hated himself ever since.
Eh, I guess he's happy now.
Do you know who I am, who we are?
Well, you wanna keep your place from getting burned,
yourself from getting shot,
and your wife from getting hurt?
Well, we need horses, we need food, we need water.
You give us that, we'll go away.
Won't even know we've been here, huh.
Ms. Purdy?
You can have the food and water,
but no horses.
You just work here?
That's right.
I'll give you $300.00 for the horses, ma'am.
They're my husband's.
He drove them over 600 miles to get them here.
He's turned down every offer to sell them.
Lady, it's my life,
and the lives of three other men waiting out there,
and we gotta have fresh horses not to be taken, huh.
Now, women have a hard time understanding sometimes, mister.
You know they lead a sheltered life.
They, well, they don't get beat up by the town bully
when they're kids,
or have a gunshot wound closed with a hot branding iron,
or have a man stomp them to death,
or kill them in a gunfight.
They're not softened up any.
They don't learn.
That makes them stubborn, foolish.
You know, that body there,
that scattergun in your hand.
That earns you a lot of respect,
but there are four of us,
and it's fresh horses or hang.
Now, what do you say, Reb?
We wore the same uniform once.
I'm tempted, who'd you ride with?
Quantrill.
Wow, you were a pig even then, weren't you?
I got a Mexican out there, and a stove up cowboy,
and an old buffalo hunter with half his brains left.
All they wanna do is live.
I'll get the water and the food, lady.
No, I'll trade you the food and water for your gun.
And your horses.
And come to the hanging.
Well, you got strange taste, lady.
Empty that canteen.
Why?
You try to kill me and mine, you do it thirsty.
All right, little one.
I'm not gonna kill you.
You're rest assured of that,
'cause I want you to live.
How'd you kill him?
With his knife.
I stood next to Mary Cliban
when she got married last spring.
It was a good and happy thing for her.
They're animals, dirty, filthy animals,
and you can't let them run loose and foul the land, Johnny,
them and their kind.
Well, that's the way I feel,
and that's why I did what I did.
That's the way I feel, Ms. Purdy.
That's why I let you do what you did.
Would you like some coffee?
Oh, no thanks, Ms. Purdy.
You better keep down.
Oh, I feel kind of silly crawling around
when a shot hasn't even been fired yet.
I said keep low.
Give a man his boots and he's a terror to behold.
He's not afraid of anything.
That's right, now even a bold, brassy, brazen woman.
That's not me, Johnny.
I'm scared half to death.
Scared for the baby.
Johnny, oh, I wish Sam were here.
Your husband?
I'll try and stand in for him.
Johnny, did I hurt your feelings?
Oh, I'd trade with him.
Don't fool yourself about that.
Do you mean you'd like him here to fight or you to stay?
Either way.
You're a good man, Johnny.
Don't let me tease you.
Besides, he's as tall as the sky and strong as the wind.
You'd like him.
Will they come tonight?
I don't know.
I don't think so.
You know, most people don't think Indians attack at night,
because they're well, scared of losing their souls,
but that's not the whole truth.
It's just a kind of a religious fortify of the real reason.
You can't attack a man on his own ground at night,
him knowing every shadow and you not,
and not expect to get cut to pieces.
Now, dawn's the time.
Not so bright that you can be seen real good,
but light enough to see what you're doing.
That's when I think they'll be coming, Ms. Purdy.
Lord, ain't the war ever gonna end?
Good morning.
Good morning.
Glass came all the way from Independence, Missouri.
Stay here, stay in here!
Your option, pig!
Hang or be shot!
Fist I'm gonna kill you, Reb,
then I'm gonna talk to that lady in there.
You're gonna die a pig too, don't you?
One of the things a man learns during a war,
being a pig, that and killing.
And something else too.
Dying, yeah, that too.
Come on, I'll try and clean that out for you.
Now, don't tell me you're gonna be a baby about this.
Well, I'll tell you, Ms. Purdy,
I'll try and be like some fella I never met.
Big as the country, strong as the wind, man of patience.
♪ 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 ♪
♪ He searched the land, this restless lad ♪
♪ He was panther quick and leather tough ♪
♪ And he figured that he had been pushed enough ♪
♪ The Rebel ♪
♪ Johnny Yuma ♪
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