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♪ Johnny Yuma was a rebel ♪

♪ He roamed through the West ♪

♪ Did Johnny Yuma the rebel he wondered alone ♪

♪ Johnny Yuma ♪

Le Blanc.

You have heard of Le Blanc.

I have.

I am blood brother to Setant the chief of the Kiowa.

Le Blanc has no brothers among the white men.

That I know.

The Kiowa tell of Le Blanc's

long war against the Blue Coats.

Of Le Blanc's brave Shoshone warriors.

But the Kiowa say more,

they say Le Blanc broke his war lance

turned his thoughts to peace.

We do not paint our faces.

We hunt food not scalps.

Then I think Le Blanc's hunters

can't tell a man from an antelope.

You've taken white captives.

Does Le Blanc forget his treaty with our people?

No, it is your kind who close their eyes

to the words of peace.

Why do you say this?

Here, it says that if a man does wrong

he will be given to his own people for punishment,

yet three of our braves are held

in the wooden lodges you call Carson City.

That is wrong,

but I'm no chief among my people.

What does Le Blanc want of me?

You will tell your people to free the Shoshone this night,

or the captives we have taken will die.

Hey listen, I think I hear somebody

speaking English to him.

You darn fool ain't we in enough trouble?

Did you see anything?

How could I?

If they're gonna kill us, why do they keep making us wait?

Probably looking for firewood.

You're gonna have a tough time talking

yourself out of this one, salesman.

You know, I hear mention they stake a man up

to the ground and then cover him with firewood,

and then, they light it at his feet

and he roasts real slow.

Look, you quit talking like that...

That's right hurt an old man!

Hurt an old man, go ahead!

Shut up, both of you, you make me sick!

You don't seem so scared, do you?

The Shoshone may be savages,

but they're men, aren't they?

Go tell you people what Le Blanc has spoken.

My scouts will watch you.

If you return with more white men,

these three will die.

I will wait only until morning.

I'll be back with your braves before that.

They wanna fight, we'll give it to 'em.

Not enough of us here,

but I'll ride over to Ft. Davis get a troop

back here by noon.

Noon's too late.

Besides Le Blanc doesn't want a fight, he wants a trade.

Le Blanc, ain't he the albino?

That's him.

What are you talking about he wants a trade?

The driver and the passengers for

the three Indians you're holding.

You think he means that?

Le Blanc doesn't lie,

everything else, but he doesn't lie.

I can't do it.

Sheriff, the Kiowa say that Le Blanc's mother

died when he was born.

Died from being manhandled by a French trapper.

Now, Le Blanc figures the Great Spirit

made him without color on purpose

so that he couldn't look at his own skin

without feeling his bitterness toward our kind.

Sheriff, you don't give Le Blanc back his braves,

and he's gonna enjoy those hostages.

Come here.

They killed a townswoman.

They were drunk.

Some of the boys caught 'em red-handed

and strung 'em up before I could even get there.

These dead bodies don't do you any good here.

Let me try something before the soldiers get here.

Let me take 'em back to Le Blanc,

see if he'll listen to reason.

He'll kill you too.

I don't think so.

The Shoshone appreciate a chance to bury their own.

Sheriff, that journal, you'll see that gets mailed?

Thelma Dotson, care of the Mason City Bulletin,

Mason City, Texas.

Thanks, well that just about does it.

Son, I'll flat out and tell you once more,

you're on a fool's errand.

Well, I guess I'm the right man for the job.

Yeah, but what good will it do for you to die too?

Why don't you wait and ride in with us tomorrow?

By tomorrow, those hostages will be in the shape

as Le Blanc's braves here.

So will you.

I don't think so.

I how the Indian thinks.

Ran with the Kiowa for a while.

Le Blanc will know I didn't have to come back.

He'll respect that.

Why does it have to be you?

You ride over to Ft. Monroe,

and I'll bring 'em back, it's my job.

No good, sheriff, for two reasons.

One, you might not find his camp till it's too late.

Two, I said I'd be back, so I will.

That might go some way toward improving

the chances of those people he's holding.

Yeah, but son...

No sense talking, sheriff, I just went deaf.

All right.

I don't know how you ever lived through a war.

Good luck, son.

To both of us, sheriff.

To both of us.

You have brought the dead child to his mother,

the dead hunter to his woman,

the dead warrior to his chief.

What will Le Blanc do with the others?

Three Shoshone lie dead.

Three whites will join them.

An eye for an eye.

So says the holy book of the white man.

You may stay if you like and take your dead back.

Your braves took the life of a white woman.

That is one.

Three captives make four.

Will Le Blanc take the lives of four for three?

What the white Kiowa says is true.

He has saved one of them,

he must decide which two shall die.

Look, I can't choose who's to live and who's to die,

but I don't think there's much choice.

Now, Mr. Yuma.

Now, we know you're Southern been weaned

on chivalry for women,

but this is not the time or the place for chivalry.

This is a matter of life and death.

Yeah, that's right, that's right.

Now, I've got just as much right to live as she does.

Now, he could possibly be right, now you don't know.

Take a look at it this way,

you wouldn't be saving her life,

you'd be sentencing us to sure death.

Two big brave men begging for their lives.

Miss Dutton.

Janice.

Miss Dutton, the decision has to be theirs too.

You know, friend, I've never felt much for anyone.

Love, hate, not much of anything,

but now, I hate you.

No, not because you won't choose me, no.

I hate you because you know you're going to live.

Where you heading?

I'm going to convince the chief it would

be a tremendous waste to take my life.

Lady, don't let his color fool you.

He hates light skin and he hates light hair.

You go wiggling up to him,

and it'd be like waving a flag in front of a mad bull.

He speaks good English.

He learned so he could understand his prisoners

when they come begging him for a quicker death.

He should've brought back help.

He should've brought some soldiers or something

instead of those three dead Indians.

I told you, no soldiers till tomorrow at noon.

Maybe I can talk him out of it till then.

Well, you can try, but I don't think Le Blanc

will listen that long.

Looks like we're gonna have to draw straws.

I've never been lucky in my whole life.

I'd still prefer to let you make the choice, friend.

The lady's right.

There's no justice in gambling.

You choose, reb.

Now look, son, this isn't all I wanted to bring.

I've never done nothing in my life that was wrong, son.

Now, you take me, Yuma.

Now there's nothing in this world I'd like better

than to see Miss Dutton walk out of here, I really would,

but I got a wife and three kids.

They depend on their daddy.

What's so funny?!

I'll tell you why she's laughing.

I'll tell ya.

The salesman's been making a play for her on the whole trip.

The salesman's been trying to sell himself to her.

I saw them in the relay station.

Well, you said you hadn't seen your family in seven years.

Why you broken down whining old fool!

Whining?!

What have you been doing?!

Oh mister, you have some pair to choose from.

Yeah, why should he choose you?

For the life of me, I can't think of one good reason

except that I'm attractive.

I have means.

I think I could find some way to pay back

a man who saves my life.

Don't listen to her, Yuma.

I got a family depends on me.

Son, I'm an old man.

I've never had anything in my whole life.

Please, you've gotta give me a break, I'm an old man.

All I want is a break.

Have you chosen?

White Kiowa who is to die?

I cannot say who is to live.

It is Le Blanc's choice to make.

Leave her alone!

The white Kiowa has placed himself with the others.

You're a fool, Yuma.

One of us would've lived if it wasn't for you.

Ferguson, shut up!

Thanks, friend.

You were a fool, you know.

Yeah, there's no reason to hate me anymore.

Personally, I kind of wish there was.

There's no hope?

Well, there's still a chance he'll only kill two of us.

Then our chances are better than ever.

Two out of four.

I'm glad I helped your odds.

You don't think much of us, do you?

We ain't good enough for you to die with, huh.

Anybody's good enough to die with.

If I had my choice I'd die with some man

who probably hasn't been born yet.

I'm sorry I got you involved like this.

Are you?

I guess you're right.

I'm like Ferguson.

It gives me a better chance to get out alive.

Where were you heading when this happened?

Carson City.

To marry a very prominent banker

who knows what he likes and gets what he wants.

Diamonds, women, oh he pays well all right.

Never in anything except money.

You throwing this away?

You don't want it?

Can I have it?

Sure.

One way or the other, it doesn't make any difference now.

Well, it looks like Le Blanc

isn't going to wait till morning.

No need to.

There's something I wanted to say,

wanted to ask.

I've got some money in the Milton Bank,

not very much,

if anybody gets out of this,

I'd appreciate it if they'd write to Molly Ferguson,

Slate, Missouri, and tell her what happened

and about the money.

And the kids...

Never mind.

Listen to him.

Listen to him, he's still selling.

He's trying to get your sympathy

with that phony talk of his.

Mr. Yuma, Mr. Yuma, I'm an old man.

Look, I don't wanna die.

You save me, I'll give you my ring.

Don't you remember, I don't have anything

to say about it anymore.

You will fight with knives.

The two who are strong will live,

the two who are weak will die.

This is Shoshone justice.

White men do not kill each other

as sport for the Shoshone.

You will let the knives decide,

or you will all die.

If we die, we will die like men not like animals.

The Shoshone will have to do their own murders.

The white Kiowa speaks only for himself.

Ferguson, put down that knife.

Yuma, don't you see, this is our one chance.

You and I, the Indians chose us.

A woman, and an old man, they don't stand a chance

at a thing like this.

Ferguson you haven't lived much like a man,

but at least you could die like one.

No more talk, fight now or you will be killed.

Ferguson!

I'm siding with you.

All right, all right, so two of us.

Get the woman first.

No, lady, please.

Please, I wasn't gonna hurt ya.

If it wasn't for the chief,

I wouldn't have done anything.

Janice!

Like I said before,

we won't kill each other for your pleasure.

The white Kiowa and the woman are strong, proud,

but they defy Le Blanc.

They do not pay the Shoshone for our braves.

Must we take four lives instead of two?

Give me a rifle, chief, something I can hold.

I'll give you two bodies.

I tried to kill her.

You saw that, I tried to kill her.

We didn't defy you, chief.

We didn't defy you at all.

I don't wanna die.

Here, I'll give you my ring.

Anything you say, chief.

We don't wanna die.

We did everything you said.

It was him.

It was the white Kiowa.

Le Blanc has decided.

You stay, you stay.

Go.

Take your dead back to your people.

Tell them the Shoshone are just.

Le Blanc will not kill again

unless the treaty is broken again.

And do not think your strength and pride

have bought you the friendship of the Shoshone.

Le Blanc will die as he was born

without brothers among the white men.

The law will call it murder.

Depends on whose law you're talking about.

Do you think the troopers will be coming after Le Blanc?

Yeah, sooner or later they'll kill him

with or without reason.

Too bad, he's a good man.

Good?

As good as his word, and that's better than most.

He was just unlucky enough to be born

when his way of life is almost over.

Johnny, did you think he'd let us go?

I figured two would live and two wouldn't.

Johnny, I want that ring back.

It's your life.

I have to have it back,

so I can give it to a very prominent banker

who knows what he likes,

doesn't always get what he wants.

♪ Johnny Yuma was a rebel ♪

♪ He roamed through the West ♪

♪ Did Johnny Yuma the rebel ♪

♪ He wondered 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 ♪

♪ Johnny Yuma ♪

♪ He searched the land this restless lad ♪

♪ He was panther quick and leather tough ♪

♪ And he figured that he'd been pushed enough ♪

♪ The Rebel, ♪

♪ Johnny Yuma ♪

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