All language subtitles for Rawhide T7EP21

Mr. Kurtz, Pete here has
come up with a shortcut

that's gonna save
you a lot of miles.

Turns off to the
west just a ways.

I thought you told me to stay with
you to the San Luis before I turned west.

Yeah, well, that was
the best I knew then.

Pete's just come in from
scouting with this though.

See, Mr. Kurtz, if
you turn off here

and follow the trail that
parallels the telegraph line,

you'll hit the San Luis
as soon as we will,

but you'll be a
lot farther west.

You recommend it, Mr. Favor?

Oh, if Pete says so, Mr. Kurtz.

I kind of... Kind of
hate to leave you folks.

Well, it is just a day earlier
and you'll be safe enough now.

You better get ready.
The turnoff's right up here.

- Where's your daughter?
- Well, she's...

Probably wherever
that... That fella Rowdy is.

She's been dogging
his footsteps for days.

Hyah!

Do you hear it?

Why, yes, I can.

And the Injuns can
read those sounds?

Well, I don't know if they can read it,
but they sure know what they mean.

Talking wires they call them.

Listen and you'll hear them again.
Do you hear those dot dashes?

I wonder what they're saying.

Yeah, probably talking about
some general's bunions, I suppose.

I gotta get back to work.

Come on, you gotta get back
to your wagon and stay there.

Lieutenant, this message
is for you. Urgent.

Now, what is it?

"J.T. Whitley, second lieutenant,
Telegraph Repair Detail, urgent."

All right, get on with it.

- "Fort Milton reports..."
- Yes, yes.

Poor boy, getting mighty
warm for this time of year.

Wonder what it's
gonna be like in July.

Sure nice right now though.

Grass is up,

birds are singing,

flowers will be in
bloom before long.

Yup.

Them Comanches gonna be
heading south for Mexican horses too.

Maybe already started.

Yeah, most probably.

I reckon I'd be getting
started my own self.

You mean, you're going
over the fence, Hap?

Ain't no fences out
here, Tooky boy.

I don't see much point in
waiting till we get back to the fort.

I had you figured
right, Johnson.

Every year there's at least one.

One what?

Winter soldier.

You're right.

The Army counts on it.

I wouldn't hardly
wanna disappoint them.

You're really gonna do it, Hap?

Well, of course I am.

Well, I had it planned that
way when I joined up in the fall.

Spend me a nice
warm, pleasant winter,

cozy barracks with
some good company.

And come the fine weather and
move on California, points west.

Maybe the Sandwich Islands.
Now, how's that sound to you?

Yes, sir, go on
to the South Seas.

Yes, sir, some of
them pretty island girls.

You ought to come
along with me, Tooky boy.

Heh. Not me.

That's desertion, Hap.

- If they ever catch you...
- Oh, now, now, now.

They don't never
catch winter soldiers.

Most of the time they
don't even chase after them.

No, sir, they got too many other
things to occupy theirselves with.

Things I ain't got no
hankering for at all.

Now, ain't he a fine specimen.

No conscience, no
loyalty, no sense of duty.

Say, corporal,

if you got any notion about
telling that there lieutenant

or anybody else about me,

you can just bet you're gonna be
wearing them stripes in your grave.

Troopers, to horse.

Come on, troopers, let's
get mounted. On the double.

- What's up, Sarge?
- Comanches.

Gonna warn the ranches and
herds between here and the San Luis.

Comanches? Around here?

Over any hill. So keep your
eyes open and your rifles ready.

All right, come
on. Let's go, move.

Well, that settles it, Tooky
boy. I'll see you in Tahiti.

You're really leaving, Hap?

You bet you I am, and you can
have my share of Comanches

and my compliments too.

- But out here, where will you go?
- I don't know.

I reckon I'll start with that
Watson's trading goods place

where we was yesterday.

I'll manage there.

Well, happy days, good partner.

I always heard the government
sold these trading post franchises

to the worst kind of
riffraff bunch of robbers

out to get rich quick off the
heathens and us poor traveling folks.

Mr. Wishbone, can I get
some chewing tobacco?

Not unless you got a gold
mine hid out someplace.

Oh, this jasper reminds me of a
fella I knew back in Natchitoches.

Robbed his own mother of
her teeth for the metal in them.

Anyway, eating tobacco's
upsetting to the stomach.

Oh, it's sure gonna be
a long month of Sundays

in freezing weather
on the equator

before I ever come back to
this so-called trading post again

or my name isn't
Wishbone. Giddy up.

Howdy.

I'd like to speak to the trader.

Why, how do, Mr. Watson?

You look to me like a man who
might be interested in a fine bargain.

Where's your detail?

Oh, they off up over the hills
somewhere, chasing wild goose.

Ain't no need to
worry about them.

Appears to me that, uh, you might
be interested in making a little money.

Now, am I right?

These for the uniform.

Well, now, you a
pretty smart fella.

How'd you know what
I was gonna ask you?

Don't you think I've ever
seen a winter soldier before?

You gotta get rid of that Army
stuff quick, so I'll trade you these.

They ain't nothing but
cheap Injun trading goods.

That's what I've got.

Your weapons?

Oh, you bet you.

Now, there, that's
the latest Army issue.

Twelve shot repeater
and both of them together,

oh, it must be worth
about a hundred dollars.

Both registered to
the U.S. government.

Oh, you ain't serious.

Why, this old rickety thing
for them two fine pieces?

Twenty shot. Ought to see you
to the railroad, barring accident.

Well, now, suppose
I run into Injuns?

Man alone, a gun won't
do you no good anyhow.

Mr. Watson, those
two fine pieces,

must be worth at least
10 of these old junks

and, say, uh, about 200
rounds. Now, how about it?

Take it or leave it.

Mr. Watson,

just between two fine gentlemen,

you ain't nothing but
an out and out thief.

Who's trying to sell
who stolen Army goods?

I'm taking a big chance just
keeping it on my premises.

If you don't like the offer,
you can go to the next place.

And I reckon you
know how far that is.

Well...

How about my horse
and saddle out back?

I got a broke saddle you
can fix and I'll trade even.

But that horse with the U.S.
carved on its hoof, no thanks.

Oh, now, you know I can't
ride that horse no place.

That's your problem and
I'm not making it mine.

Let me tell you something.

You know you're wasting your
time out here with these poor Injuns.

You ought to be back East, robbing
rich widows and orphans. Heh.

Oh, now, hold on. Just a second.

There was a chuck
wagon out there.

And the fella, name
called, uh, Wishbone.

You wouldn't happen to know where
that herd was camped, would you?

A few miles west. They're
heading for the San Luis crossing.

- Figure on joining up with them?
- Well, now,

that wouldn't be no
business of yours.

Not unless you was figuring to tell them
bluecoats next time they come through.

Well, I might. If I can
see a profit in it for me.

That ain't loaded.
I've seen to that.

Now take off that uniform
and get off my premises fast.

You, uh,

wouldn't just give
me a little sack of grub

and some chewing
tobacco, would you?

Try that trail herd. Maybe
you can bamboozle them.

You're a mighty nice fella.

Can't thank you enough, Mr. Favor,
for letting us tag along all these days.

It's been a real
pleasure, Mr. Kurtz.

Ellie and me will miss you all.

It's a real lonesome thing,
traveling alone out on those prairies.

Well, I'm sure you'll
be just fine now.

Well, it ain't me who
will be most lonesome.

She's real took
for the first time.

She's only 16.

Um, goodbye, Ellie.

So long. Giddy
up there. Come on.

Mushy.

Mushy, doggone it,
you call this water?

Mr. Wishbone, that's all I could
find. I had to dig 3 feet for that.

Well, you quit digging too
soon. You didn't strike water yet.

You expect me to
cook with this stuff?

I'm sorry, Mr. Wishbone.

Oh, boy. I tell you, between
thieving traders and dry camps,

I'll be switched if I know why I
keep coming on these drives.

It gets so a man can't even look
forward to the after-place down below.

You snakebit or
something, Mr. Wishbone?

No, I'm not snakebit or something
and I haven't got a gut ache neither.

Just happened to need
some medical remedy.

It may not do me any good,

but at least it can't
make anything worse.

Well, now, what do
you know about that?

If it ain't old Wishbone.

Huh?

Why, it's a blasted
miracle, that's what it is.

Well, you remember me,
don't you, Wishbone old boy?

You ain't forgot your good friends from
Natchitoches so soon now, have you?

Oh, well, I guess not.

Well, I'm Hap Johnson.

Myrtle Johnson's boy?

Oh, there was a time when her and
your mama were just thick as thieves.

Of course that was a ways back,

but I'll bet you
recollect now, don't you?

Myrtle Johnson?

Haven't you got anything to do?

No, I don't think I recollect
any Myrtle Johnson.

Oh, sakes alive. The
times we did have together.

Of course now, you was
somewhat older than I was

and you didn't hardly pay
too much attention to me,

but there was a time there when
you was kind of my boyhood hero.

Johnson, you said your name was?

You bet you. Hap.
Short for happy.

Because I used to bawl
so much when I was a baby.

Well, now,

do you remember that teacher?
Now, what was her name?

- Old Hazel Tewksbury?
- You bet you, Hazel Tewksbury.

Recollect the time when
she tanned my hide,

when I let them pigs
wallow in her petunia bed.

I got a vague recollection.

Oh, surely. Everybody back in
Natchitoches remembers that.

Well, now, how all
the folks back home?

Oh, fine, I guess. I don't
get back much anymore.

Ah, me neither, me neither.

We don't get back the way
we ought to and that's for sure.

Well, now, so you're trailing
a herd of cows north, huh?

Ain't that a coincidence.

Wish, I'm going the
same way my own self.

Well, how is it you're way out here
all alone without a horse or anything?

Oh, well, I got me a horse.
He's back up over the hill yonder.

See, I made camp
before you all come along

and I just kind of ambled
over to see who you all was.

But I never figured to run
into an old friend like you.

Well, now, how do, how
do? Hap Johnson's my name.

Yeah, this is a fella from down
where I used to live. Natchitoches.

Wishbone and I
is old, old friends.

Welcome to you, Mr. Johnson.

Any friend of Wishbone
is a friend of ours.

Thank you.

- Make yourself at home.
- You bet you. Don't mind if I do.

Well, see, there I was,

just running for my life,

and that bear is
so close behind me,

I could feel his hot breath
breathing on my britches.

And all of a sudden,
I stubbed my toe.

What happened?

Well, that rifle went
flying out of my arms

and landed in the ground with
the barrel pointing right up at me.

And it was just then that
I knowed I was saved.

Saved? How?

Why, I run down that
gun barrel and hid,

and that bear went right
over me and on down the trail.

- I reckon he's still running.
- We better turn in.

No telling how much sleep
we're gonna get tonight.

Oh, now, the party's
just getting started.

I got a whole heap
more stories to tell.

I'm afraid Rowdy is right.

We're more than likely to have trouble
with those critters out there tonight.

So we'll ride
double night guards.

Mighty serious young gent.

Don't seem to
appreciate my storytelling.

Well, it ain't exactly that.

You see, Rowdy had
sort of a sad parting today.

Yeah, a very pretty young lady.

Oh, yeah, of course, she
was only crowding 16. Heh.

All right, all right, you
men have had your fun.

Well, now,

what kind of trail herd is this with
young ladies traveling with you?

Oh, she was just traveling
along with her father,

homesteaders on the
way west to Colorado.

Oh, yeah? What happened to him?

They took off about noon.

Took a shortcut parallel to the
telegraph line to the San Luis river.

Ah, them poor nesters.

I feel sorry for them sometimes.

Traveling out here all alone,

not a penny to their name,

- nothing to go on.
- Oh, I don't know.

Kurtz didn't seem
like no pauper to me.

- Did he to you, Quince?
- No.

He sold a farm back east.

He must have got
some money for that.

In fact, he even offered to
pay Mr. Favor for his keep.

Well, better get down.

Yeah, good night, gents.

Good night.

Mr. Favor?

I appreciate your hospitality,
letting me eat dinner and all.

No thanks necessary.

Well, you got a
mighty fine bunch here.

It's just a pure
pleasure to be with them.

Appears to me though you might
be needing another hand to railroad.

I'm afraid not, Mr. Johnson.

Well, now, it ain't just my
storytelling recommends me.

I can punch cows
with the best of them.

I figured maybe being an
old friend of Wishbone's...

Well, I would dearly like to help
an old, old friend of Wishbone's,

but like I say, I just
ain't got the room.

It shouldn't be too much trouble for
you to go back to traveling on your own

like you say you've been doing.

Heh. Is there something
about me you don't like?

Yeah, let's just say, um,

you don't amuse me.

Oh.

You didn't hire
that fella, did you?

- No. Do you want me to, Wish?
- No.

You know, I don't know what it is,
but there's something fishy about him.

I thought you and
he was old friends.

Oh, no. To tell the truth, I
don't even remember him.

Of course, he did recognize me,

but I'm sure we was
never good friends.

Did you, um, notice
anything about his clothes?

Yeah.

There is something
strange about them.

Yeah, well, they're brand new.

But they're real cheap,
like Indian trade goods.

Like what you'd
get at a trading post.

Like the one that
you visited today.

Now, wait a minute, you can't
get by with this sort of thing.

I'll complain to Washington.

I demand to know
what this is all about.

This.

And this.

Lieutenant.

And that. Where is he?

How should I know? I
wouldn't let him stay here.

We've got a lot more
important things to do

than waste time looking for
one deserter. Where did he go?

To a trail herd west
and north of here,

headed for San Luis crossing.

All right, that's on our
way. You're under arrest.

Me? Now, wait a minute.

This is going to cost
you your franchise.

Leave two men to guard him.

We'll pick them up after
warning the valley ranches.

Over here.

All right, troopers, you're on
guard. Give me that evidence.

Winter soldier.

Oh, hey there, Wish.

Well, I've been
looking all over for you.

What are you doing here?

I thought you went
back to your own camp.

Well, now, I did.

But I couldn't go away without
saying goodbye to a good friend.

I thought, uh, maybe
you'd do me a little favor,

and we could do some trading.

What kind of trading?

Well, I need me some vittles.

And I just thought maybe
you'd give me a sack of grub

for this here fine blanket.

It's just like new.

Looks like Army issue.

Oh. So it does.

But a fella sold it to
me, so it's all legal-like.

Oh, I'll bet.

Oh, now, Wish, do
you doubt my veracity?

Yes, I do.

You know, I've been
thinking, Mr. Johnson.

I don't remember you
back in Natchitoches.

And I don't think
you remember me.

Now, I don't know what your
game is, but I don't like the smell of it.

So I'm not gonna do any
kind of business with you.

Now, you take that
blanket and get out of here

before you get thrown out.

Why, now, hold on
there, good partner.

You heard the man.

Well, now, what is the
matter with you two gents?

Is this any way to be
treating a fellow traveler?

Why, you'd think I was some
kind of criminal or something. Heh.

Maybe you are,
Mr. Johnson. Maybe you are.

If that's your real name.

That, um, government-issued
blanket sort of helps add it all up.

Adds up what?

Well, you are a winter
soldier, ain't you?

A deserter.

So what if I am?

Well, it ain't the worst
thing in the world.

I just don't like fighting.

I like to live free as a bird
and I don't hurt nobody.

So, what business
is it of yours?

- You riding herd for the Army?
- Nope.

Heh. I'll bet you're scared
they'd find out and charge you.

Ain't no worry there. I'd tell them
you didn't know nothing about it.

That ain't what worries me.

You figure I can't do the
work just as good as any man?

Oh, I guess you
could, if you wanted to.

Well, now, you
got me. What is it?

I just don't like
your kind around.

Uh-oh.

You're one of them
kind of fellas, huh?

You're just a little might
of a hypocrite, ain't you?

You figure you got a group of
boys here ain't never broke a law?

You just plum sure
they're all lily-white.

One thing I know about all the
men I got, I can depend on them.

Nobody can depend on a winter
soldier, because he's just out for himself.

When you need
him, he never there.

Now, will you take your gear
and get on back to your camp?

Happy days, boss man.

He went back to his
own camp? Where?

Well, off that way.

We just came that way.
We saw no signs of a camp.

- Search this place.
- Yes, sir.

Now, just a minute, lieutenant.

I don't have time to argue,
cowboy. I've got a warning to sound.

Look, see all you want.
We got nothing to hide.

Oh, would you mind not
making a ruckus though?

We've got an awful fidgety
bunch of cattle out there.

Lieutenant.

Look at this.

Rub off the mud.

Now, this wrangler swore
there was no such horse here.

Sí,I swear it. I never
saw this horse before.

Of course not.

- Bring him along.
- Now, wait a minute.

Lieutenant.

Whoa. Come on.

Whose bed roll is this?

Uh, it's mine.

You threw him out
of camp, but, uh,

not before you did
business with him, huh?

You're both under arrest.

Come on, be reasonable, man.

Give us a break.

At least give us a chance to go after
Johnson and bring him back, huh?

We'll probably
find him ourselves.

Meanwhile, you and your wrangler
will be held at the trading post

until we get back
tomorrow night.

We got a job to do.

We can't just stand still.
Those cattle need water.

You should have thought of that
before you bought stolen Army goods.

- Look, I told you, you...
- It's no use, boss.

He's typical Army.

You can't expect him to be
reasonable, take that away.

But what does he take me
for? Do I look like a trader?

One measly blanket

and a horse who is no better
than the one that joker rode off with.

Don't worry about Johnson. I'll
track him down and bring him back.

Maybe you better take
somebody with you.

- Quince.
- We'll get him, boss.

Pete, you take over the herd.

Your main problem will be
to keep them from running.

- They've got the smell of water now.
- Don't worry about it.

And if they go, just try to keep
them from killing each other.

And don't let them
run all the fat off.

I'll manage.

Oh, since you'll be at the trading
post tomorrow night, what then?

Then we take you to
Fort Claiborne for trial.

Unless they've
brought Johnson back.

And Johnson
corroborates your story.

Well, what about
Kurtz and his daughter?

Shouldn't they be
warned about the Indians?

It's more important to
warn the valley ranches.

That's the probable
route of the Comanches.

- Why, how do, ma'am?
- Pa.

- Pa.
- Now, hold on. I ain't no wild Injun.

I ain't no highwayman
neither now.

Fact is, I ain't nobody for you
to be scared of at all, Mr. Kurtz.

Well, I was sent here to help you
by your good friend and mine too,

Mr. Gil Favor.

Mr. Favor sent you?

You bet you, he surely did.

What'd he send you for?

Why, just to ride along the trail with
you ways and give you some protection

in case you might need it.

Why? Has something happened?

No, no. You're safe enough.

The thing is, he
wanted me to come

and tell you about this here shortcut
he found out about after you all left.

But you wasn't with the herd
when we left them yesterday.

Where'd you come from?

Well, now, it was
just a lucky thing.

See, I was ambling
along the trail,

figuring to catch up
with them sooner or later.

And I must've just
after you all left.

Anyway, when Mr. Favor found
out about this here shortcut,

he told me to come right on
ahead and tell you about it.

You knowed Mr. Favor
for some time then?

Some time?

Oh, we was boys
together back in Texas.

Couldn't be much better friends.

So most naturally, when he asked me
to do him a favor, I was happy to do it.

And you all too, being
good friends of his.

- Well, we do thank you, mister, uh...?
- Mr. Johnson.

Mr. Harwell T. Johnson.

Hap is short for happy, which is
the way I like to make folks feel.

This... This here is
my daughter, Ellie.

How do, ma'am? Right
proud to know you.

Oh, that Rowdy fella
was surely right about you.

What'd he say?

Why, just that you was the
prettiest thing west of New York.

- Honest?
- You betcha.

And I'd put it a little
further my own self.

Maybe even Paris or France
or somewhere like that.

Uh, we was just getting
ready to sit and eat.

You join us?

Well, now, thank
you. I don't mind if I do.

And then after
we eat, we'll get on

about the business
of that shortcut, huh?

I guess.

Mr. Favor says so.

You betcha.

I don't get it. They turned off.

Yeah, they're heading due west.

So did this jasper Johnson
according to the tracks.

Either he is trailing them real
close or he's riding with them.

That's it. He's joined them.

Yeah, but why'd they
quit the main trail?

Let's go.

Are you sure we're
on the right trail?

We'd be close on to San Luis, if
we'd stayed on the telegraph line.

Well, now, you just don't
worry about a thing, Mr. Kurtz.

Uh, this is the
right trail, all right.

Well, it sure is taking us
off away from everybody.

We ain't got too
much water, you know?

Oh, well, there's water
just up a trail a piece.

Yes, you just
keep right on going.

Giddyap.

Unshod, huh?

Comanches, all right. No
more than three of them.

Scouts most likely.

Look at that.

That print's right
over the wagon track.

Yeah, they passed after.

They know about the
Kurtzes then, don't they?

Heading that way.

You know the way
Indians track, Quince.

They could follow
along that ridge

and watch these wagon
tracks a mile away.

Well, what do you
wanna do, Rowdy?

That sort of changes things.

Plenty.

Jim, you ride on back. Not to
the herd, to that trading post.

That patrol ought to
be there by tonight.

Get that patrol over here.

And the boss too and
Hey Soos, every last man.

Make it fast, will you?

Now, see that, Mr. Kurtz,
just like I told you. Water.

Well, it ain't much.

It ain't much good.

Oh, well, it will do just fine for
cooking and watering the stock.

And it's gonna be more
and better tomorrow.

Now, could I help you
unpack that wagon?

Unpack?

Well, I mean, just get down whatever
you might need for tonight, you know?

No, thanks. I'll manage.

Well, alrighty.

Well, I'll just get some
more firewood then.

Oh, now, Miss Ellie, ma'am.

You still wasting sighs
over that cowpoke?

Rowdy?

Did he really say those things?

Why, you know he did.

Oh, he cared a
whole bunch for you.

Of course, you ain't gonna have
no trouble attracting the fellas.

Like bees around honey.

Quick as you get
out there to Colorado.

I might even be one
of them my own self.

Oh, now you're teasing me.

Why, no, I ain't. You
just wait and see.

Of course, now,
your old daddy there,

he might be holding
some of them fellas off.

Pa? How come?

Well, I mean, him
being so rich and all.

See, some fellas, they're
kind of scared of that.

Pa? Rich?

I won't have no
trouble there. Heh.

Well, he looks mighty
prosperous to me.

Say, what'd he do anyway
back there where you come from?

Arkansas. He had a farm.

Ah.

Sold it, I expect before
you come out here.

I reckon.

Oh, boy, I just hope he ain't
carrying too much money with him.

You never know what kind
of fella you're liable to run into

up here in these hills.

Yeah. I know. We're
just lucky, I guess.

How's that?

Well, we haven't come
across any dishonest men,

like I thought you was
when I first saw you.

But you're nice. Almost
as nice as Rowdy.

Ellie.

- I'm coming, Pa.
- There's things to be done.

I know.

Yeah, I'm in the brush,
I look up at a tree,

and I see three birds
sitting there on the limb.

Now, I pick up my old trusted
pistol and I shoot one down.

- How many is left?
- Why, two of course.

No, they ain't nothing there.

You shoot one, the other
two are gonna fly away

if they got any sense at all.

Now I'm gonna tell you the
story of old Daniel Weatherby.

This here is a great Injun
fighter from back in the old days.

Old Daniel, he got there
and was fighting about, oh,

must have been
111 men if I recollect.

And they tied him up against
the tree with rawhide ropes,

and there was one rope up against
one side tied to a eucalyptus tree

and there's one rope up against
the other side, tied to a pine tree.

And them Injuns come
at old Daniel Webster

and there wasn't
nothing he could do.

He swung back and it let his feet
go and he kicked one of them over.

He swung so hard, he
went right around in a circle.

He come down again,
he kicked another Injun.

He kept on kicking, and he
got to be going so dang fast,

them ropes broke and he
went right through the wall

and them Injuns went right
straight across Oregon Trail

and landed in California.

Do you believe that?

Look, lieutenant,
don't be foolish.

The Comanches have likely got
twice as many men as you have.

If not a lot more.

Rowdy said to bring every
man you could gather up.

If you leave us here, you're gonna
have to leave men to guard us.

Now, which is more important?

The charge against us
or saving those lives?

All right.

But we'll keep your guns.

And you won't get them back
unless we're about to go into action.

And don't forget, Favor,
you're still under arrest.

All right, all right. Let's go.

And so there I was, hung to the
tree with a screaming savage redskin

just coming right straight
at me with that scalping knife

flashing between his teeth.

- Well, what did you do?
- I didn't do nothing.

He scalped me and I
died right on the spot.

Hey, help me here.

Come on, Johnson, help me.

Rowdy.

Well, what happened?

Well, I heard
something out there.

I seen somebody sneaking
around, sneaking in toward the fire.

And I whupped him on the head.

Oh, poor Rowdy.

But what was he doing
out there sneaking in on us?

How do I know? He must
have had a good reason.

Anyway, you didn't have to whup
him so hard. You like to kill him.

He's coming around.

I'm sorry, young fella.

I didn't know it was you, I
wouldn't have hit you like that.

Well, that's all right.

- Wow.
- But what was you doing out there?

I thought you was a redskin.

I think there's some
Indians out there.

Yeah, I'm afraid you're right.

But that ain't why I came down
here. Where's Johnson anyway?

There was a horse
just took away.

I bet that was him taking off.

Why would he do that?

He's got a good
reason, I can tell you.

And I thought he was so nice.

Anyway, he's gone now.

The main thing is, what do we
do if the Comanches are out there?

You think they might attack us?

Well, that depends on
how many of them there are.

They might try to
run off the horses.

That's the kind of raiding
parties they've been on lately.

Well, we could
put the horses here.

But there's just us two men.

Yeah, well, there's no use
worrying about that now.

They probably won't
attack before dawn anyway,

and by then, the lieutenant
should be back with that patrol.

If Quince got to
the trading post.

If they hadn't left.

Don't worry. He'll get back.

Rowdy.

No need for that, cowboy.
I ain't no gunfighter.

You just drop that gun.

You and me are gonna go
back and talk to that lieutenant.

You can tell them the whole stories.
Let my boss and wrangler get off.

Well, now, maybe I
am and maybe I ain't.

Maybe you ain't got
much to say about it.

But you better let
me keep my gun.

Yeah, why is that?

Because there's
Injuns out there.

I seen them back
up in the hills.

You mean, you came
back on your own accord?

Well, it wasn't but two of them.

They looked like scouts.

But they could be
waiting for other ones.

And you just might
need this old gun,

rickety as it is.

Yeah, that's real noble of you.

Now, you just hand it on down.

Rowdy, he could've run
off and saved himself.

I'm not too sure he
didn't do that anyway.

Probably got scared
out there by himself

and he came back
here for protection.

Well, you might be right. I
ain't never been very brave.

But I'd like to keep my gun.

Just hand it on down here.

You can settle yourself
down here in camp.

I'll give you the gun back
when and if the time comes.

We'd better follow these tracks.

I tell you, lieutenant, we cut across
these hills, we'll save nothing but time.

Now, this man knows what's
he's talking about. So let's go.

Oh, now, now.

What's this here?

I'm sorry.

I guess I'm just kind of
like you. I'm not very brave.

Well, now, you just
might surprise yourself.

I wouldn't mind it so much

- if I just hadn't missed one thing.
- What's that?

Wedding.

I wanted one so bad.

To that cowboy, huh?

To anyone.

Ever since I saw
a picture of a bride.

She was all dressed in white.

All frilly.

And beautiful.

Well...

Dreaming is all right.

Just so you don't
use it to run away with.

You always got to
remember what's real

and what's important.

Well, you got to
appreciate what you got.

- What I got?
- Why, you got life.

It ain't no use to be
worrying about dying.

Not now nor never.

There's time enough for
that when and if it happens.

Right now you ain't dead.

You're alive.

And you're just so pretty,
I can't hardly stand it.

Tears?

No, I...

My eyes are just
tired from watching.

Well, you rest them.
I'll watch a while.

No, it's almost dawn.
I can do my part.

Fine.

Rowdy.

Yeah?

I'm sorry I didn't say a proper
goodbye to you yesterday.

I'd like to now.

Well, there's no
need for that now.

Maybe there is and
maybe there ain't.

But I know what's real now.

I won't pester you again.

Goodbye, Mr. Yates. It's been
a real pleasure knowing you.

Well, it's been a real
honor knowing you, Ellie.

It really has.

Mighty nice folks, ain't they?

That's right.

They'd be safe in San
Luis now if it wasn't for you.

What's the idea of taking
them off the trail for anyway?

Well, I figured there'd
probably be soldiers down there

and up here we could
ride along alone for a ways.

You sure it wasn't about
Mr. Kurtz having some money?

What are you talking
about? I ain't no thief.

Oh? That Army
stuff, that don't count?

Well, I didn't do that
for the goods alone.

Besides, I wouldn't take
anything from them people.

I ain't that far gone. Not yet.

The thought never even
crossed your mind, did it?

Just because I don't wanna
spend all my days in Army barracks,

don't make me no criminal.

Yeah, but it won't be long
for you, the way you're going.

You won't amount to anything.

Well, just maybe I ain't
gonna have too long

to worry about that
one way or the other.

Say, just about 10 minutes.

You gonna give me
my gun back, cowboy?

Rowdy.

Mr. Kurtz, uh, you better
keep an eye out that direction.

Never know where
they're gonna come in from.

They got two scouts
down here close already.

Yeah. One thing I want
you to do for me, if you will.

If...

If you see that there's
no chance for Ellie...

I've already put
one aside for that.

Thanks.

I just couldn't myself.

You keep an eye on
that side, will you now?

Rowdy, look out!

What's happening up there?

Looks like they're turning away.

Keep watching. They may be
coming around the other side.

Wait. Wait, look,
it's the soldiers.

Look, men, they've
got them on the run.

Ellie, honey.

- Ellie, we're saved.
- Oh, Pa.

No, no, don't shoot.

You still just bound
and determined

to send me back to
some federal prison,

- ain't you, cowboy?
- Mr. Yates, listen.

He came back to help us.

Rowdy, he could
have saved himself.

All the more reason to stay.

He's made a good start on
something else besides a winter soldier.

You know what you're
asking, don't you?

Maybe five years
back on some rock pile.

Maybe not.

That's what we tell them
about you coming back.

You run now and the winter
soldier's all you're ever gonna be.

- Are you giving me a choice?
- That's right.

Well...

I'd really like to.

But I just ain't made that way.

It wouldn't do no good.

I'd just run off
again, I know I would.

Ain't no sense in
trying to change me.

A winter soldier's all I am.

Mr. Johnson, please,
won't you just try?

I'm afraid not, Miss Ellie.

Remember what I was
telling you about what's real?

Well, I know what's
real for me too.

I'm just a rolling stone.

And I guess I'll be rolling off.

Mr. Kurtz, you tell that there
lieutenant that them drovers

didn't have nothing to do with that
stolen Army goods. I just left it there.

About this here horse,

I'll try to leave him up
the trail for you someplace.

Because I ain't no thief.

Not yet anyway.

All right.

Goodbye, Johnson.

Miss Ellie,

you hang on to your dreams.

Happy days, everybody.

You think he'll get away, Rowdy?

I don't know, Ellie.

But one thing's for sure.

Looks like you might get that
wedding you've been dreaming about.

Are you asking?

Huh? Me?

Oh, no. No, I...

I'm just a rolling stone too.

I guess I'll be rolling on away.

Head them up!

Move them out!