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Hyah!

Ho!

They, uh, look fat and sassy.

This is one time the cattle buyers won't be able to shave off a dollar...

for every rib that shows.

Drive 'em straight in?

We'll camp the last night a few miles out of town.

- Spring Valley? - Mm-hmm.

Get cleaned up, rest a bit.

Then ride into Julesberg like, "Who needs anybody's money?"

Ho!

How about a little push? Tire 'em out so they'll bed down without arguing.

Those cows are acting nervouser than a lot of old maids in a pants factory.

Stay with 'em.

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♪ Mean to take an acorn ♪

♪ Plant in the ground ♪

♪ Mean to grow an oak tree ♪

♪ Tall, firm and round ♪

♪ Mean to take that oak tree ♪

♪ Gonna bring it down ♪

♪ Mean to build my dreams ♪

♪ Gonna build a town ♪

♪ The day spins round me ♪

♪ I begin to see ♪

♪ The sounds of laughter ♪

♪ There are in me ♪

♪ The walls of silence ♪

♪ Begin to fall ♪

♪ And sing of one hope and one dream ♪

♪ Of one seed and one oak grown full ♪

♪ In a rainbow sky ♪

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♪ The day spins round me ♪

♪ I begin to see ♪

♪ The sounds of laughter ♪

♪ There are in me ♪

♪ The walls of silence ♪

♪ Begin to fall ♪

♪ And sing of one hope and one dream ♪

♪ Of one seed and one oak grown full ♪

♪ In a rainbow sky ♪

♪ In a rainbow sky ♪

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Who's that? He came down from those hills.

Said he wants to buy a beef... Hoof, horns, hide...

- But can he work it off somehow. - No cash?

- Just like everybody. - What's he need that much meat for?

Well, he, uh... He owns a whole town.

He said it. I didn't.

It's a place back up there in the hills. He calls it High Times.

Does he know that the Arapaho Indian reservation is out that way?

Oh, he got around that one. Seems that he's just on the edge.

Claims to be the mayor, sheriff, town council...

and the leading banker.

But he can't afford to pay for one beef on the hoof.

Owns the opera house, all the saloons in town...

and the best hotel west of St. Louis.

You've got to hear him talk.

Not finished yet. No.

Got a long way.

But that hotel will be the weary traveler's Jerusalem the golden!

It won't ever show a profit,

but I'm lookin' to prove an idea, not show a profit.

You see, you build a hotel enough fine and comfortable,

only the rich can afford it.

They've already got what's fine and comfortable.

It's the poor that haven't got it and need it.

And there again, you've cut 'em off from it.

So in my hotel, everything's gonna be free to everybody.

All right. Yes, sir.

That's a great idea.

Except for one thing... Poor man gets first choice.

Rich man, he starts at the back end of the line.

That's a good place for him. Hold that down, will ya?

He sure does talk. What's that tally again?

Well, we're less 43 than when we started,

but, uh, 16 had calves on the trail, so...

Well, that's not too bad if that's the way we finish.

That's still 27 loss.

Up to $15 a head.

I'm gonna ride around, maybe double the night guard.

So I tells him, "I play the banjo, fiddle, guitar",

"and if it suits your fancy, I got a harmonium

in that old army ambulance over there.

But the thing I do best is sing."

And he says, "Hallelujah. Open your mouth, brother,

and throw yourself into it."

Hey, hey.

Hang on a second.

See what you can do with that.

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♪ The water is wide ♪

♪ I can't get o'er ♪

♪ Neither have I ♪

♪ Wings to fly ♪

♪ Give me a boat ♪

♪ That can carry two ♪

♪ And both shall cross ♪

♪ My love and I ♪

♪ I leaned my back ♪

♪ Against an oak ♪

♪ Thinkin' it was ♪

♪ A mighty tree ♪

♪ But first it bent ♪

♪ And then it broke ♪

♪ So did my love ♪

♪ Prove false to me ♪

♪ I put my hand ♪

♪ On some soft flower ♪

♪ Thinkin' the sweetest ♪

♪ Scent to find ♪

♪ I pricked my fingers ♪

♪ To the bone ♪

♪ And left the softest ♪

♪ Flower behind ♪

♪ Oh, love is handsome ♪

♪ And love is kind ♪

♪ Gay as a jewel ♪

♪ When it is new ♪

♪ But love grows old ♪

♪ And waxes cold ♪

♪ And fades away ♪

♪ Like mornin' dew ♪♪

Oh, he's great. He's real good.

Hey, why don't we all sing? Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

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Hold 'em! Hold 'em!

Mount up! Stampede! Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah!

Stampede!

Hyah! Hah! Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah! Get over there!

Hold 'em up! Round them up!

What do you got on there? What does it look like I got on?

Looks a lot like your drawers.

Hyah! Yo! Yo here!

Hyah!

Hold 'em up there, Eddie!

Hyah! Hyah!

Don't you know anything about cattle?

Of all the brain-sprung, half-growed, fool things to do!

Give me that! Get out of here! I'll do it.

- What did you say your name was? - Jade. Cobey Jade.

- I can think of a few others. - I guess "short of brains" is one of them.

That's... Just the least, that's one of 'em.

Just... That's only one. Look at me, chasin'

a stampede of cattle in my under-drawers!

Why, I oughta... Trampas?

- Huh? - Your hat.

Oh.

I oughta... Come here.

We got two steers killed.

Load one in his wagon, boys... the one in the creek, so it won't poison the water.

Thanks. I'd like to pay for it.

- Just get out of here right now. - Not unless I pay for it.

With what?

Here's my watch. Mostly silver.

- Just load your beef. - I don't take charity.

Well, I got no feelings of charity towards you, believe me.

Then here.

Harper, put it in my cash box.

Well, it was a long trail, but we got top dollar for 'em.

Couldn't sell it, huh?

I didn't try.

I'd like to buy this key winder.

It's all right with me. Take the price of one steer out of your wages.

It's a bargain. I put down over $30 the first time.

- Hmm? - Barney Zwiller.

We rode together... Texas Panhandle.

He lost his leg saving my life.

He was having some trouble at the time.

Next birthday, I gave him this watch.

Trampas, they make those watches a hundred a week.

- It's Barney's wife. - So?

Is that all you can say when it turns up in another man's pocket, is "So?"

Well, I can't get into too much of a sweat about

it till I know more about your friend Barney.

Maybe he sold it. Is that what you're thinkin'?

There's always hard times.

Yeah.

Barney wouldn't leave his wife's picture inside.

He looked at it so much, I got to know her.

Same goes if he lost it in a poker game.

Barney wouldn't give his wife's picture away.

Come to help me pay off the extra hands?

Yeah, but don't count on me goin' back to Shiloh with you right away.

Now I'd like to take my pay...

and sort of ease around, see what this countryside looks like.

Maybe find a place called High Times.

Might even find some seeds for Mrs. Grainger's garden.

Yeah, I like to think of your handsome face out there lookin' for flower seeds.

This won't take long. You wanna know what I think?

No. Barney was a good friend.

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♪♪ Sounds real nice.

I found it here. Fixed it up.

I guess everybody left so downhearted, nobody cared to haul it along.

Hmm.

So this is your town?

Well, I've heard I exaggerate a mite, but...

Looked a lot worse when I happened across it.

You find a lot of things travelin' around?

Mm-hmm.

You find this too?

I didn't think you were just visitin'.

I wanna hear how you came by it.

"How come you by that mule?

Steal that mule, boy?"

"How you come by that wagon? You steal that wagon, boy?"

Now it's a silver watch, huh?

That's all that brought me here.

Well, I don't rightly know how I did come by it, boy!

I steal so many things, I just can't keep track.

Well, you better try, because I know who owned this watch.

And I aim to find out how it got from him to you.

All right.

I bought it from a railroad detective in Topeka... two years ago.

I paid eight dollars for it.

All right.

What was his name?

Something Irish. Uh, O'Brien.

O'Brien? Well, I guess you never knew how to open this back.

Well, I guess you didn't know I had that timepiece in 20 pieces cleanin' it.

Why throw a picture away?

A moment in somebody's life.

You might come across this O'Brien again. And if he wanted it?

Give it to him. Why not?

This watch belonged to Barney Zwiller, a cowhand.

Well, he hasn't got it now.

And you're about to tell me what that means.

Mm-hmm. I figure it had to be taken from him.

- Mm-hmm. By me? - I saw it come out of your pocket.

I saw it come from O'Brien's.

Then you don't mind going back to Julesberg with me.

Mind? Yeah.

Why? So you can tell your story to the sheriff...

while I go and try and locate my friend so he can tell his...

That is, if he's still alive.

And I sit locked up in Julesberg...

while you spend a few days, weeks, months finding out?

And if you can't, what do you do then?

You apologize, tell me to run along and remember to behave myself?

Or you hang me to make the whole thing look right?

Do I mind?

Well, thank you for giving me that right.

Yes, I do mind.

I mind you standin' on my clean floor. Now git.

Hey.

Uh, you speak, uh...

I-I have no war with you. Uh...

Many Indian brothers.

Uh, that's my...

He make bad eyes on you. We see.

You want killed?

Well, now, let me study on that.

Settle everything, wouldn't it?

It's your hand. You play it.

No one around here would let out a peep.

They all friends of mine from over on the reservation.

Kill?

If I told you now, when I sure don't have to,

that I bought that watch as I said,

would you ride out and keep going?

- Like I said, it's your hand. - You'd come back.

My friend Iron Hands is a great chief of the Arapaho.

It is no honor to a great chief if he kills a fool.

Good. Good.

Keep it. Call it a present.

Hey, that's three months' wages!

They've got no rifles for huntin'. Not allowed to buy any.

Where do you think that steer was unloaded? In their village.

Those kids don't taste meat often enough to remember it.

Where are the cartridges?

I never did want to own a gun.

As far as I'm concerned, they just get in the way of reason.

Hey!

But didn't I hear someplace that the cartridges from this one...

would fit in that?

Well, let's see.

As duly elected mayor of High Times, I never did bid you welcome.

As the, uh... Resident and total population,

I don't like you spoilin' my neighborhood.

And as sheriff appointed by said duly elected mayor,

I'm tellin' you to ride out.

Not without you.

Professor Cobey Jade's Music, Cultural and Brotherly Society now meetin'.

I'd invite you in, except, uh,

I'm sure you'd sooner stay, keep an eye on your horse.

Everybody knows Indians can't help stealin'.

♪ Oh, way up on the mountain ♪

♪ I fell down on my knees ♪

♪ I asked the Lord to give me ♪

Have a seat, Mr. Trampas.

Never know what you may learn or from who.

♪ I asked the Lord to give me ♪

♪ A-give me freedom if you please ♪

♪ Oh, slavery chains done broke at last ♪

♪♪ ♪ Broke at last Broke at last ♪

♪ Slavery chains done broke at last ♪

♪ Gonna praise God till I die ♪

♪ You may talk about your man of Gideon ♪

♪ You may talk about your man of Saul ♪

♪ And there's none like good ol' Joshua ♪

♪♪ ♪ At the Battle of Jericho ♪

♪ Well, up to the walls of Jericho ♪

♪ He marched with a spear in his hand ♪

♪ Go blow them ram horns Joshua cried ♪

♪ 'Cause the battle is in my hands ♪

♪ That mornin', Joshua fit the Battle of Jericho ♪

♪ Jericho, Jericho ♪

♪ Joshua fit the Battle of Jericho ♪

♪ And the walls come tumblin' down ♪

♪ Oh, Joshua fit the Battle of Jericho ♪

♪ Jericho, Jericho ♪

♪ Joshua fit the Battle of Jericho ♪

♪ And the walls... ♪ ♪ Came ♪

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♪♪ ♪ Come ♪

♪ Tumblin' ♪

♪ Down ♪

♪ Oh, slavery chains done broke at last ♪

♪ Broke at last broke at last ♪

♪ Slavery chains done broke at last ♪

♪ Gonna praise God till I die ♪

♪ Well, up to the walls of Jericho ♪ Is that it?

♪ He marched with a spear in his hand ♪

♪ Go blow them ram horns Joshua cried ♪

Well, you don't get sounds like that out of trees and rocks, do you?

It better be the same town you said.

All right, so I misremembered a few miles.

That ain't nothin' to how many wrong guesses you made...

since we busted out.

♪ Come tumblin' down ♪♪

♪ Gonna lay down my sword and shield ♪

♪ Down by the riverside ♪ Well, if we know it's there, why don't we go?

We've been lookin' for it long enough. There's time.

Like when?

After dark. So settle down. Button up.

I want to clean swallow that town.

I'm gonna eat and drink till I can't get my boots on.

All I crave is a bath. I ache and I'm bit all over by bugs, and I smell.

I said, as soon as it gets dark.

Sure promised me a lot when I left my papa to come along with you.

With four wanteds.

Run from the Arkansas territory like rabbits, livin' in the brush like rabbits!

Where's all your promises?

Yonder.

The important thing now is a doctor for this hole in my arm.

Yonder. Always yonder. Same as my papa.

Yonder, yonder. Like some scarecrow with a smarty talkin' from behind.

Hey! Hey, woman, ho! Hey, woman, whoa!

♪ I ain't gonna study war no more ♪

♪ I ain't gonna study war no more ♪

♪ I ain't gonna study ♪

♪ War ♪

♪ No ♪

♪ More ♪♪

Fine, fine, fine.

Oh! Oh.

Fine, fine. All right. All right.

You take gold.

- No. - Take.

How do I get out of this? It's probably half their treasury.

Easy. Tell him why only you are entitled to have pride.

I thank Chief Iron Hands. It...

It is a... fine present.

Him... I kill now.

Well?

- I think I'll call your bluff. - He means it.

Well, he's got the belly for it, but you haven't.

I think I'll stick around tonight and haul you back to Julesberg.

- For what reason? - I'm an indignant citizen.

Didn't I see him take the rifle on your say-so?

And didn't he just now hand you a gold nugget?

Well, everybody knows it's against the law to sell guns to Indians.

Bound to see me in jail?

Till I find out what happened to my friend Barney.

Be interesting to see how you get me there.

Without guns, he's without teeth.

I picked up that old army ambulance,

fitted it out like a home on wheels,

and I was just rambling around.

Music lessons at 10 cents.

If Farmer Jones didn't have that dime, some fried greens and a bed for the night.

And, hey... Ooh! The food a man can put away at a weddin' or church dance.

Ask me.

What good is one music lesson to a youngster?

Well... I'm glad you asked.

It's still music.

A kid can grow up in this part of the West...

with only the sound of wind and animals and hammerin' and the creakin' of axles.

Spend the first half of his life thinkin' that's all the sound there is.

Well, I give him a different sound.

It won't make him a musician,

but neither will he ever forget it.

Somehow he'll know that life was given to us...

to be more than... sweat and hunger.

Mmm.

This town was just here.

Didn't belong to anybody, so I claimed possession.

Even drew up a town charter...

Laws like, um, no birds in cages, no dogs on chains...

and no children told to hush up when they're happy.

And no chair in this town may be higher than any other chair.

You don't understand, do you?

Well, there's no realness to it. It's all in your head.

Well, that's the whole point.

That's the whole point. It's there.

It's mine. It's private, happy and mine.

Like a tune that you hum to yourself and make up as you go along.

It's yours. It's what eases you.

♪ And nobody can ever take it away ♪

I'll have a look.

I'll sort of look with you.

Friends of yours? I was gonna ask you.

Uh, I think we've got ourselves a problem.

Uh, that-that's mine. That's mine. In there.

Come on, move it. Okay, ok...

It hurts! Okay, okay.

There's only one horse and one mule out the corral.

Could be these two is the only ones here.

"Gold and easy livin' all over the place."

200 mile cross country... to a ghost town.

By damn, to a ghost town!

Look, I told you. That was five years back I was here.

There's a saddle out the corral with a rifle boot in it, but no rifle.

Where's the rifle?

Now, listen, you. I got a bullet hole in my arm.

And I got a fever, and I got lots of other things botherin' me.

Where's the rifle?

Uh, you wouldn't believe me.

Herman.

I gave it away.

Why you talk before you're spoke to, boy?

You done what with this man's rifle?

- Gave it away. - To who?

Indians passin' through.

Look at this. No beans in the wheel.

Same Indians.

Well, what are you doin' there? Set out some whiskey!

They're all empty! No luck!

What's your name, boy?

Jade.

And his?

Trampas.

Don't look me in the eye when you talk to me.

At the floor.

- Now, what are you two doin' hereabouts? - I live here.

- A squatter? - Could call it that.

I did call it that. And him?

Well, he just came by.

He just drifted by, huh, boy?

And you said howdy.

And you gave his rifle to a savage?

That's right.

Let's see what you got in your pockets.

What you need is more friends like Iron Hands.

Cut out the talkin'.

Right. How about you keepin' your mouth shut?

I will if you will. Herman.

Now, Herman... Herm...

See?

What did I tell you? Didn't I say there was gold here? Huh?

How'd you come by this, boy? How much more of this you got?

There isn't any.

He steal this from you? Is that what you got goin' on between you two?

No, it's his. Where's yours?

I don't own any.

Well, you own half of this. You're partners, ain't you?

We'll get back to that.

Go on into the kitchen, boy.

Let's see you fix a meal for some real hungry folk.

I could help that arm.

You get along to the kitchen.

What about all these dead soldiers? Where's the whiskey, friend?

That's all there is. Temperance.

You two do press me. Come on, Frank!

Well, it ain't here!

By damn!

You don't even know how to tie a bandage right.

Didn't you ever learn anything except how to make eyes?

No. I always figured I'd meet somebody like you...

who'd, you know, promise me servants on their plantation in Virginia.

It's there.

Except we won't ever see it, will we?

I don't know.

Then I don't believe it. I don't think you do.

I know they don't, the company we keep.

Believed you in Fort Smith, maybe, but not now.

Then you've got nothin' to talk about, so shut up!

I've got to get to a doctor.

That's what I've been sayin'. Let's go to Julesberg.

We can't.

You can't.

I didn't do anything.

I'm not a wanted.

My arm. My right arm.

Why worry? Don't the cards always deal to the left?

Now, what was the next thing the boss wanted?

Fill them bathtubs.

Yeah. Now fill them bathtubs.

See? I did you a favor.

If you'd forgot... He'd be all over you.

I could whip the pants off of him...

before he could holler "Help" with his mouth open.

Hmm. Then how come you call him "boss"?

You just keep on pumpin'.

Say, why's a cowboy hangin' around these old diggings anyway?

You maybe lose a calf, cowboy?

Why, you figured that one out all by yourself, didn't you?

No, I didn't.

See, that's why he's the boss.

Oh.

- There's no gold. - Sure not.

Sure, that's why they quit this town.

Every speck and pennyweight was all cleaned out.

Uh-huh. Huh.

You just keep pumpin'.

Well, go see what it is. We ain't the only ones that steal horses.

You help me, I'll help you.

In Forth Smith, he was all molasses candy.

I thought he was a gentleman. Well, he said he was.

Now, would I run away with a low gambler? How low did you have in mind?

All right. Be a smarty.

And they ain't bright enough to milk pigeons.

But take away all that dumb, and they're bad.

And you'd better believe it, 'cause they don't mean you and him much good.

You want help? Each hand washes the other.

Never mind.

I'm skinny.

What's the matter? Nothin'.

At all? I said nothin'.

I could call that an insult.

You... You pick the dangdest times.

Who's he?

Well, wh-what about Swann?

Oh, you're real scared of him.

That's Charlie.

Hey, you should hear him tell the stories.

Charlie Becker!

So?

You're shakin' in your boots.

Who says so?

What I know about you.

Big, bad man Charlie Becker.

Bad man with a gun. Oh, yeah... or with a knife.

Not with the ladies.

Well, maybe comes to messin' around, I like to pick my own time.

- Roseanna! - Yeah?

Big, bad Charlie Becker.

Couldn't get a jury on you in Fort Smith,

folks were that scared.

What I know about you.

Wouldn't they laugh you right out of the country if I was to get mean and tattle.

Roseanna!

Comin', darlin'!

You rotten, lyin' skunk.

Now, don't you fret, Charlie.

You do like I say, why should I tattle?

Man!

Look.

Before things get rougher... Which could happen.

Yeah. The nugget.

Man, they'll get back to that.

Well, we could make a run for it.

"We"? Am I keeping you here?

We still got some unfinished business.

You mean, until I go, you stay?

You think I couldn't have been past them and mounted up by now?

I guess you could.

Between you and that silver watch, and them and that gold nugget,

I couldn't get this much attention on the auction block.

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Place I called home,

we had us a comfort there.

Suppertime, the blacks would stand back of the house...

and sing...

till you couldn't tell salt from sugar.

That was good livin'.

That's what we need here... Music!

Nigra!

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♪ And when the girls came out to play ♪

♪ Georgie Porgie ran away ♪

What do you... What do you mean, if I do what you wanted?

Help me get away from him. He'll follow you.

You'll be with me, Charlie. I don't want you.

But I'll tattle, Charlie. I'll tattle.

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♪ Georgie Porgie puddin' and pie ♪

♪ Kissed the girls and made 'em cry ♪

♪ When the girls came out to play, Georgie Porgie ran away ♪

Come on! I could dance with you all my life.

You know why I fired off that pistol, boy?

I fired off that pistol... and not too bad with my left hand...

To show you...

I could've blew a hole right through your thick nigra skull.

But I didn't wanna do that... Unless you made me,

unless you're still not ready to talk what's on all our minds.

I think I'll get some fresh air.

Now, I wanna help you, boy.

You gonna throw away all that gold...

on fancy clothes and... And sinful women?

You better let me keep it for you.

Ain't no more master to take care of you, boy.

War changed all that.

Best you could do now is make lots of friends.

So come on, let's get down to business.

How much of this stuff you got hid?

That's all there is.

You do press me.

I was hopin' you wouldn't... For your sake.

But you do press me.

Take his belt.

Hey.

Get up now.

Stretch him.

Got him. Stretch... Hold on!

All right, cowboy. Now's the time.

I don't want any more mouth. It's him or you.

Hey!

Excuse me, but you couldn't have made it. You couldn't have.

Feels like he's...

Honey, I thought... I thought I was doin' smart.

He was tryin' to get... He was tryin' to get away.

Honey, he was tryin' to run away.

Made up your mind, Georgie Porgie?

When? Tonight? I got to have money.

The gold?

As soon as they tell...

Boss said you stay put.

Shame on you.

You went to sleep during the best part.

I never was much good for stayin' up late.

Hey.

I, uh... You better put some salve on that.

Had a grandfather who favored kitchen grease.

He said the best salve was the one that was always around.

'Cause so was the whip.

Herman, I'm goin' to the kitchen.

You're a real rooster, ain't you?

Do I have to bull my way in, or can I talk my way in, or...

What is the key to happiness?

You don't sit down, rooster, I'm gonna pull your tail feathers.

What's goin' on down there?

Herman, I told you, if they even move, you nail 'em to the floor!

This man needs attention!

We gave that... man our full attention last night...

- Both of you. - And he's hurt.

As early as knee-high, I could strap a $900 black,

and under a week he'd sell for the same $900... no inside damage.

We had ourselves a sense of property where I was raised.

What I never did learn was...

when to quit on a white man that runs with nigras!

Now, Mr. Trampas, I will admit he's...

He's a bit hurt, but whose fault is that?

His? Yours? All you have to do is... is talk up!

There's no gold!

After last night, I... almost believe you.

But almost ain't enough.

Make some coffee!

Charlie!

One of you go with him to Julesberg.

And get me a doctor if you have to tie one up!

And some whiskey. Charlie Becker!

Herman, you do what you have to do. I'm doin' what I have to do.

Stubborn. Never knowed a man to be so stubborn.

Charlie! Charlie Becker!

Charlie! Charlie Becker!

Charlie Becker!

Charlie!

Took the best horse... yours.

Could be, uh,

he went to Julesberg like you wanted.

With all his gear? You dumb ox! Why with all his gear?

He ran away. Georgie Porgie ran away.

Why would he do that? Why don't you ask, why would he do that?

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That gold... you let on to him?

There is no gold.

Could be he found it on his own,

loaded up and sneaked out of here.

What other aim would he have?

Everybody's so upset over a nothin' like Charlie Becker.

Well, I'm not about to miss him.

He could be meanin' to pick up some reward money.

Whoa.

Charlie wouldn't do a thing like that.

Hey! You find his trail and it heads out to Julesberg, you come on back.

We'll dust out of here.

Come on. Git! Git!

Well, you know what gangrene is?

What you'll get...

if nobody comes to loose you.

You think funny about that.

Out of here. I'm fixin' me some breakfast.

I don't want anybody out of my sight.

In here!

What are you up to?

Seein' if I can make something out of this.

Like children.

Fight a war over them.

Change the whole country.

Nigra, you know what I aim to do to you as soon as they get back?

If'n you don't talk, if you don't tell us what we want?

You mean to shoot me out from under my wool.

- You believe I will? - I believe you.

Then act like it.

Wh-Where did you learn to do a white man thing like that?

Play a piano!

Studied. Where?

Roseanna! School.

A conservatory of music, Mr. Swann.

You lie.

I don't hear you, boy.

Yes, sir.

You know, I-I might want me some music later.

Like last night. So you just sit down there,

and don't you move till I tell you.

A-And...

you fix that piano.

- That don't make sense. - Why?

- Well, it's all in little pieces. - He ain't.

Not yet he ain't. Shouldn't be too hard for an educated nigra.

That's what you are, ain't you, boy?

You let on you can't do a simple thing like that,

and I say to you, you don't care about your future.

- You just don't care. - Well, what do you care about,

except what used to be or could have been? Don't hear your answer, boy.

Yes, sir.

Now, what was you tryin' to say?

Wouldn't make as much difference as from a flea's eye to his other end.

I think that I'll just go on out to the corral...

and see if the other one's tied up safe.

I think you don't go.

Then I'll be sure he stays tied up.

What did that mean?

You're the same one they told me about... Fort Smith.

Sashay past the men, nine years old.

That ain't true!

Nine years old. Promised them a kiss for a dime.

And you get the dime and you run away.

I hope you die! I just plain hope you die!

A thing a baby did... Nine years old!

You knew what you was doin' then, and you

knew... Don't give me those big, innocent eyes.

What you was doin' when you made a bargain with me.

Only difference is, you ain't gonna run away from me...

and-and laugh about it.

Then if that's what you heard and that's what you thought, why'd you sweet-talk me?

'Cause you was the key to the jail.

If my papa were here, he'd kill you!

If your papa was here, it would be to sell ladies' dress goods and nothin' else...

in a ghost town where there are no ladies and never was.

That's your papa... Christmas any second.

- Always livin' on maybe. - Like you! Like you! Like you!

If I was a mud fence and movin' away from Fort Smith,

you'd still be makin' that mouth at me to go along.

Only now you is with me, and you're gonna stay with me.

Till you don't need me anymore. Right now, I do.

This arm heals up, I'll tell you then you can go. Well, I'm gonna go now!

And you'd better believe it! I'm gonna go right now!

Oh.

Papa!

Papa!

Papa!

Rifle. Rifle!

Oh, my arm! Give me a hand!

Cover the back! Cover the back!

They're peaceable Indians. Stop firing, and they will.

I thought you said they're peaceable.

Hey! Hey!

Hey!

Hey... Hey...

Let's get out of here.

Frank, that don't seem right somehow.

What ain't right? Is it more better to lose your scalp?

Just leave 'em like that?

Leaving who... Swann? He ain't never done us no good.

- Roseanna. - Well, now, what Roseanna needs is a hero,

and I'm just a poor skunk that's already gettin' bald.

Frank... Frank, Pa told us we ought to stick together.

Well, let's go. No.

I'm a-goin' back.

Pa... Pa, I can't help his bein' dumb.

Denver. Good place for pickings.

You come out of this, that's where I'm gonna be.

Roseanna!

Cartridges upstairs!

Roseanna!

Papa!

Papa! Papa! Papa!

♪♪

Put that down, boy.

You drop that gun and your voice. I'm sick of both.

They'll go where I send them. Of course, I never did aim at a man.

Now, it's up to you, Mr. Swann... like always.

Why don't we talk this over?

Now, you listen to me.

I've been insulted, whipped, made to eat dirt and shot at.

And for the first time in my life, I've hated a man enough to want to see him dead.

Now, I'm tellin' you...

And I'm not sayin' it again... I never met your friend.

I bought that watch from a railroad detective in Topeka for eight dollars.

That's good enough for me.

Hyah! Hyah, hyah! Hyah!

Oop! Oop!

They got Roseanna and Swann. They're standin' up there in the street.

Ha! I come in so fast, they didn't even see me. Dumb redskins.

Come on, fellas. Let's get us a few savages. Herman. Herman.

You get us a handful of torches. We'll set fire to the whole town.

Herman.

Surround them Indians with fire.

And when they try to get through...

Herman.

Herman. What?

I like Indians.

♪♪

♪ Mean to take an acorn ♪

♪ Plant it in the ground ♪

♪ Mean to grow an oak tree ♪

♪ Tall, firm and round ♪

♪ Mean to take that oak tree ♪

♪ I'm gonna bring it down ♪

♪ Mean to build my dreams ♪

♪ I'm gonna build a town ♪

You mighty handy, boy.

The way you took that bullet out of this arm,

you could get to be a doctor... for black folk.

Ah, no. Wouldn't be happy.

Sure, you would. You know, I have a mind to help you.

No, thanks.

Anyway, wouldn't be where the worst sickness is.

♪♪

Well, pardner, they sure busted your pumpkin.

They only spoiled what was wood and iron.

I told you... nobody can take away what I got in my head.

You gonna stay?

There's people here that need me.

I've got to. Wouldn't you?

As soon as we get out of town, you make up to him.

♪♪

What for?

So we can get out of here before we get to Julesberg.

And start all over? That's right, honey.

Only this time, it's gonna be different.

You know somethin'? Every time you open your mouth,

a fool looks out.

You're goin' to jail, Mr. Swann.

Just as sure as I'm goin' home to my papa.

♪♪

♪ The day spins roundly ♪

♪ I begin to see ♪

♪ The sounds of laughter ♪

♪ There are in me ♪

♪ The walls of silence ♪

♪ Begin to fall ♪

♪ And sing of one hope and one dream ♪

♪ Of one seed and one oak grown full ♪

♪ In a rainbow sky ♪

♪♪