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Warfield hasn't got his gun.

Well, maybe, Mr. Warfield,

I can furnish you with a gun.

Pick it up, Warfield.

Aren't you supposed to be the best?

Apaches.

It was nearly 2 months ago.

Apaches burn when they steal.

It was the women they were after.

Reverend Yearby's wife was here, too,

visiting Angie. Who are you?

Forbes, Owen Forbes. I'm from new Hampshire.

I settled here a year after you... Left.

My place is a mile and some to the north.

Girl's voice: August 27, 1869.

This is my book. Olive Warfield, age 7.

Another girl: Mine, too. Jesse Warfield, age 5.

Woman: God's kind will to those who are very young

and without a father.

Angie Warfield, same date as written above.

Mrs. Yearby was returned inside a week.

Why her, not Angie and the girls?

I don't know. Nobody knows.

But I'll say this...

It might have been better

if Mrs. Yearby hadn't come back.

Yeah.

There's something else.

Angie and I...

Our marriage was less than a week off.

She waited longer than most women would wait.

She thought you were dead.

At first, she thought it, then she hoped it,

and then, somehow, she knew it.

That's a lie.

Reverend Yearby?

I didn't expect to be welcome.

You can't talk to her.

She couldn't help you if you did.

She was the last person to see my wife.

I won't let you stir her memory.

Doctor said she needs...

Time.

Time?

How long do you think I can wait?

Perhaps you've waited too long already.

Blessed be the merciful, for they shall obtain mercy.

She's in the dining room.

Warfield.

You be gentle with her.

Mrs. Yearby, you may not remember me,

but I'm Angie's husband.

Ollie and Jesse's father.

I'm trying to find them,

and you're the only one who can help me.

Do you remember where they were

the last time you saw them?

I mean, they were all right,

weren't they?

Where did they take you from here?

Was it to the north or the south,

was it high country, low country?

Was it hot, was it cold?

And the people that took you,

were they... Were they dressed warm

or were they half-naked?

I was naked.

Back to the flush.

$5's in the pot.

And once again.

There he is.

I heard he quit.

Quit? I heard he shot 2 men in Amarillo.

Hard to believe his father was a preacher.

Whiskey and water.

I'm buying Mr. Warfield's drink, Fred.

Whiskey, water on the side.

Same for you, isn't it?

Same.

We hadn't had a killing here

for a long time.

Not since you shot a man down

right out there in that street.

Not shot down.

You got the benefit of the doubt.

I told you,

"lay down your gun and you can stay."

I don't like him. Never did.

But I won't go back on my word.

How did Lydia Yearby get back here?

There were some fresh wagon tracks

on the outskirts of town.

That's all?

Mrs. Yearby's bare footprints started

where the wagon stopped.

Apaches wouldn't use a horse and wagon.

Never said they would.

Mm-hmm.

Thanks.

Ah, well, good to see you, too, old longbow.

Well, hello, friend.

Friends... Friend.

Hello, Jimmy.

That's me... Jimmy Noble.

Noble is as noble does.

I'm Lorne Warfield.

Well, it's... It's good to see you

this bright new morning.

I didn't figure on buying anything from you.

Oh, I got nothing to sell, friend.

Friends... Friend.

A white woman was captured by the Apaches.

Someone left her on the outskirts of town

about 2 months ago.

Coffee and beans.

Not what it seems.

It's, uh, it's never what it seems.

It might be a white man. There was wagon tracks.

Someone the Apaches trusted.

You don't know what it is

to hear you own language spoken again.

I'll show you what it means.

You come with me.

Do not fear. Come on, come on,

come with me.

Do not fear here.

Fear... No, I think I can...

I always keep it right in here generally,

but I don't seem to...

Oh, it's not there.

What's this, Indian pelts?

Yeah, they're good skins.

They're real good skins.

I generally keep everything in order

so I can put my hands right on things,

but I can't seem to...

What tribe, Jimmy?

You just, you wait...

Apache?

They think I'm crazy.

I'm not, they are.

I asked you a question.

Question? I don't know questions.

The Apaches took my family.

My wife and 2 daughters.

A woman and daughters, too.

A very pleasant view.

But only seen by few.

Have you seen them?

Uh, this is the strangest thing.

You know, I can't seem to find it,

because I was going to give you a drink

out of my whiskey jug.

Those thieving Indians, they...

It's my family I'm talking about.

Golden hair, all 3 of them.

You know what else is golden?

Silence.

Isn't that funny?

Silence is golden.

Jimmy? Yes?

You want to hear something real funny?

Yes, yes, real funny.

Now, you may not believe this,

but there are people in the territory of Baja

in the state of Texas

who live and work with the Indians

and get along with them real fine.

Do you know why?

Well, they make believe that they've been touched

by the great spirit.

Well, you know, pretending they're crazy.

And that way, the Indians won't harm them.

Now, you wouldn't be one of those people,

Mr. Noble, would you?

Noble is as noble does.

We'll see, won't we?

We'll see what we'll see, won't we?

All right, they were my wagon tracks.

I returned the women.

Now, this is my wagon. It's all I've got.

Help me with it before it...

What happened to my family?

Where are they?

All I know is that

the Apaches delivered them up for death.

What does that mean?

I don't know. Actual to God, I don't.

The Apaches had the 2 white women

and 2 white girls for awhile.

Then one of them got sick,

the one I returned.

The others they delivered up to them.

Who's them?

I never saw them.

I wouldn't last a minute out there if I saw them.

I've heard that they live in a split in the earth,

and yet I've heard that they live high above the earth,

but there's something out there. There's something hellish.

It's towards the north.

But you're just in time if you want to be killed,

because this is when the Apaches come in,

a huge wave of them.

All coming in toward them.

How far north?

Megoyam Plateau.

Apaches delivered them up. That's all I know.

All I know.

You all right, Jimmy?

Good as... Good as new.

With visitors, too.

Uh, don't you want some coffee?

Come on!

Couldn't you see he's got the mind of a child?

The army questioned him for a week after it happened.

So did I. He didn't even know

what we were talking about.

Noble is as noble does.

It must have been cold up there last night

without a fire.

I don't like being followed.

You're gonna need me.

I've got something you haven't.

I don't need you. I don't need your money.

What about food, ammunition, fresh horses?

How are you going to get those?

With that?

Goodbye, Mr. Noble.

Goodbye, friend.

Thank you.

I told you not to come after me.

No matter how much you want to, you won't kill me.

You could never face Angie.

I'd always be there to haunt you.

You too proud?

You can't stand me, can you?

Because I belong somewhere,

because I have roots and you don't?

Well, they won't do you much good out here.

They will when we find Angie.

There's more to a marriage

than just signing a piece of paper.

You ever kill a man?

Why?

Well, now, suppose before this thing is over

you have to kill a few Indians?

I'll manage. It's not the same thing

as men gunning each other down in the middle of the street.

Yeah.

Best not take any chances.

We'll sleep in shifts.

You first, huh?

No. I'll sleep later.

Don't you trust me?

Why should I? You ran out on Angie.

Now, who told you that?

What did you expect her to do?

Follow you from town to town

until one day you ran into someone

a little faster with a gun?

Did you want her to bury you?

Was that it?

One of these days I'm going to pull the trigger.

I want my money, you thieving preacher's son.

Yes, I know

what you could have been and what you are.

Alli vienes jefe.

Mira.

Are you as uncomfortable as you look?

I'm sorry to say

there is nothing I can do about that.

If I could, I would offer you the comforts of my home,

an excellent meal, and a glass of fine Spanish Brandy.

But you belong to the Apaches,

so that cannot happen.

Who are you?

I'm Jose Luis Gomez de la Terre de Cordoba Deleon

at your service.

And this is Guillermo...

My second-in-command.

Command of what?

Command of all this.

As far as your eyes can see.

A grant of the Spanish crown

to my grandfather in perpetuity.

2 months ago my wife and 2 daughters

were brought here by the Apaches.

It is true.

Sometimes the Apaches

bring here white captives, yes.

There's a picture of them in my shirt pocket.

A picture of you with his wife and children.

2 months is a long time.

A very long time.

Are they alive?

I'm afraid I do not know that.

But even if I did, what difference does it make?

I mean, to you, since you will both soon be dead?

If you were to make it possible for us to escape,

we'd pay you well in American dollars.

If you had money, Guillermo would have found it.

I buried it before we were taken.

He's telling you the truth.

He can take you to the money, I swear it.

A man could go blind in this sun.

Funny about the sun.

Angie used to worry

what it would do to her skin.

Afraid it would give her freckles.

Look.

I hear they don't go near anything

until it's dead.

You heard wrong.

They smell blood,

they'll tear a thing to pieces.

You're scared, aren't you?

Aah!

Aah!

Doesn't take much to drive them off.

No, not the first time.

Once they know we can't move,

no point in yelling.

Aah!

Now I think in exchange for saving your life,

you will lead me to the burial place.

What burial place?

Of the American dollars. Have you forgotten?

The potrillo is for you.

I prefer riding your horse.

What about him?

He will die as the Apaches meant for him to die.

No...

Shoot him.

An act of mercy

should always be performed by a friend.

You shoot him.

The bullet is 3 chambers away

from the hammer, señor.

No, I will not kill you,

because your death would be my loss.

We both know that.

But if you do not mount the potrillo,

I will shoot you.

Perhaps in one knee or in one elbow.

You'll still be able to move,

but, uh, the pain would be...

Well, you know how the pain would be.

He's a very sensible man, your friend.

He has... He has an understanding of things.

Warfield!

Señor, you only have one bullet.

I have many, enough for you and your friend, too.

Perhaps you would like to see him die, yes?

He's not a very good friend, your friend.

I missed.

This time I will not miss.

I can't lead you to the money.

Why not?

Because you already have it.

It's in the rifle. Open the butt plate.

I won't miss.

Not from here.

One more second to return the gun

or your friend will die. So will you.

But, señor, you only have one bullet.

Maybe you did not turn the cylinder

3 chambers from the hammer.

Or was it 4?

You value your life.

I don't value his.

It would be an uneven exchange.

Untie him.

You're an ungrateful man, señor.

My wife and daughters.

The Apaches brought them to you.

No, señor, I do not think so.

Where are they?

I...

What happened to them?

There are other women...

What did you do with them?

I do not remember.

All right, all right, it was an amusing game.

I do not wish to play it any longer.

Then answer my question.

The coyoteros brought her to me, as they brought you.

Yellow hair, blue-green eyes,

fair skin, and the little ones, too.

The coyoteros are raiders. They do not keep captives.

You bought them.

Why, if I had refused, they would have killed them.

It was a generous act, and the price was very high.

Go on.

Price was very high.

Yes, very high.

A few days later, the Chiricahua Apache

offered to trade me 10 fine burros

for your whole family. How could I refuse?

Where are they?

The Chiricahua camp. Where?

2, 2 1/2 days west.

Trust me, señor. I'm telling you the truth.

It had better be, because you're coming along.

May I get up, señor?

Slowly.

Well, I couldn't help it. He was going for...

He was going to lead us to the Apache camp.

That's my picture.

It's my wife.

I'll make a trade with you.

There's a mining town of Hazenville

about a half a day's ride from here.

I'll take you.

Get off.

Hey, where you going?

Warfield!

Store's closed.

I need some supplies.

I said it's closed.

But you can open it.

Maybe.

What do you want?

Food and ammunition.

All right. Come around the back.

Wait a minute. You want the supplies or not?

What's going on around here?

You blind?

It's cholera.

You don't look sick.

The Indian agent, is he here?

You kin of his?

I'm looking for an Apache camp

that's somewhere north of here.

He knows where it is.

That's him.

And if he knows, he can't tell you.

I'm sure there's somebody around...

I ain't got time for you, mister.

I'm too busy killing people.

Doc?

You're dying, Richie.

Don't fight it, boy.

Just let it come, nice and easy, hmm?

The Apaches have my wife and 2 daughters.

Nothing I can do about that.

Nothing I can do about anything.

Didn't he have any records?

Not him.

If he did, he wouldn't know where to find them.

How long's your wife been gone?

2 months.

You sure did take your time getting here.

Well, maybe he'll come to before he dies

if you don't mind waiting.

I have to burn a couple more houses.

Feels good, don't it?

Not bad.

What else can I do for you?

I need a horse.

Oh, that will run you pretty high.

Not many horses around here for sale.

But you can find one?

Depends on how hard I try.

Will this help?

I think maybe I can... Find you something.

Those are Indian pelts.

Ohh? If you say so.

I-I bought them from a trapper.

Oh, no, no. There are no trappers around here.

Just Apaches.

Ohh. I haven't seen any.

There's a Chiricahua camp just north of here.

I've, uh... I've never heard about it.

People say there's a lot of money to be made

trading with the Apaches.

I wouldn't know.

A man who trades with the Apaches

ought to be able to find their camp.

Well, I don't stock much

that the Apaches would want to trade for.

Whiskey?

Or, um... rifles?

Mmm.

What are you doing?

I want to know where that Apache camp is.

Are you crazy?

I don't know what you're talking about.

You don't?

Did you find out anything?

No.

Well, I did.

Now you can follow me.

Man can eat a lot of dust back there, can't he?

Ha ha ha!

Aren't you getting curious?

You don't even know where we're going.

We're headed for Obad.

After that, 20 Miles of desert.

The Apaches are in the mountains, on the other side.

Who told you that?

The storekeeper. He's been selling them guns.

If he has, he wouldn't admit it to a stranger.

You're wrong there.

You gave him money. You've been taken in.

Oh, he was telling the truth, all right.

Why should he?

I started to burn his store down.

Well, now.

Oh, I'm not proud of it,

any more than I am of killing Deleon.

But I'll do whatever has to be done

to help find Angie.

What then?

Well, I guess we'll have to let Angie decide that.

Afternoon.

Howdy. Welcome to Obad.

I didn't know the army was so close.

Close to what?

I mean, um... Nearby.

We'd like to see the officer in charge.

All righty.

Captain will see you now.

Captain Jefferson addis.

Owen Forbes.

Lorne Warfield.

Well, what can I do for you gentlemen?

How long has this town been deserted?

The Mormons left here a near month ago now.

Why? What happened?

Well, there just wasn't enough water

for the farmers anyway... The well was bone-dry.

Don't know why they came here in the first place.

This country's only good for snakes and Apaches.

Any Apaches around here?

We haven't seen any,

but that doesn't mean they're not here.

A week ago, they wiped out an army escort

about 10 Miles east of here.

They were looking for guns and ammunition.

Instead they got army payroll worth about $30,000.

In paper money? Mm-mmm.

No, the Apaches wouldn't have

very much use for that now, would they?

Well, that's very astute, Mr. Warfield.

They can hardly spend it now, can they?

May I ask what you gentlemen are doing here?

Prospecting.

Prospecting?

Well, you must have some very unique methods

since you're carrying none of the usual equipment.

Well, the less a man carries

in Indian territory, the better his chances.

That's a point well taken.

My apologies, gentlemen, for mistrusting you,

but appearances on occasion can be deceiving.

You could say that.

Thank you for your time, captain.

Why, it's a pleasure.

Sergeant Parker!

Why didn't you say something? They could have helped us.

Why didn't you tell them about Angie?

Why didn't you tell them? I was waiting for you.

Do I have to talk for you, too?

I thought you had a reason for not telling. Have you?

What's a southerner doing in the union army?

Well, that's no reason.

There's 2 wagon teams in that corral.

So?

I don't see any wagons.

Gentlemen!

The captain figured it wouldn't be safe

for you to ride out just now.

He thought it might be better if you spent the night here.

You tell the captain that we appreciate his offer,

but we'll take our chances.

Wasn't exactly an offer, mister.

More like an order, if you know what I mean.

We're just kind of looking out for your safety.

These boys here will take your horses

and put them in the corral for you.

Now their guns, boys.

Thank you, gentlemen.

There's plenty of houses up and down the street here.

Just take your pick, and, um, make yourself to home.

You're not going anywhere without me.

All right.

You make an excellent target, gentlemen.

Except that ammunition behind you

would be too great a price to pay

for a careless shot.

Why don't you just move over?

Eh, give me that rifle.

He's not a captain! They're deserters!

Oh, is that a fact?

Renegades is a better word.

It implies a spirit of adventure.

Desertion is cowardly. We're not that,

otherwise we wouldn't be here.

With 2 wagon loads of ammunition.

Mm-hmm. We are simply attempting to recover

that large payroll I mentioned earlier.

In exchange for these 2 wagons.

Frankly, it has occurred to me

that you might have similar intentions.

You really think you can do business with the Apaches,

orporal?

Ah, why don't you just call me captain?

I sort of like that rank.

As for doing business,

it's being transacted this very moment

by an intermediary.

You mean your Indian scout, don't you?

Well, that's very shrewd, Mr. Warfield.

You never cease to amaze me.

What happened to the real captain?

The real captain?

Uh, he held other views

on the subject of this exchange

and you might say

he defended his ideas to the death.

Apaches!

Warfield!

Over here!

What is it?

Come and look for yourself.

Uh, you tell me.

It's your intermediary, what's left of him.

You still think you can do business with the Apaches?

I can only try, Mr. Warfield.

You haven't got a chance.

No horses, no water.

They don't have to attack.

All they got to do is just wait.

Well, that's a rather obvious deduction,

but not necessarily correct.

Now those Apaches want that ammunition, want it bad.

Suppose one of those wagons got blown up? You never know.

That might inspire them to bargain for the other.

Parker, can your men

roll one of those wagons over there by the graveyard?

Come on, boys, let's go.

One wagon for the price of 2, huh?

Uh-huh.

Shall we sit this out together, gentlemen?

You expect us to stay here?

Why, you might say I insist.

And if we refuse?

Consider yourselves pressed into service.

Under protest, if you like, but I need your guns.

Anyway, it would be a very long walk.

Quite a success.

Won't be long now, one way or the other.

Secure those doors from the inside.

We'll set up a perimeter, 2 men to a building.

Miller, you and Herer take the school.

Kelly, Forester, restaurant.

Dawson, you and Reichert...

Ugh!

All right, take cover!

Judas! They're all around us!

Welcome, brother.

What are you doing? You crazy?

Must think they moved out.

Check and see how many men we have left.

Parker!

Hello!

Warfield!

Warfield!

Not in there.

Warfield!

Warfield!

Warfield!

Mr. Forbes?

What?

I'm afraid he's not going to answer.

You think he's dead?

I have every confidence in his survival.

I must admit, I was...

Rather piqued when he led those Apaches

to the ammunition.

I was even tempted to shoot him.

But, on reflection, I suppose he saved our lives.

Sell 2 wagons for the price of none.

Let's move out. We got a long, hard walk ahead of us.

Sergeant Parker, we're going to move out when I'm ready.

Shall we?

I'm not going.

But those Apaches

are going to come back and burn down this town.

I'm not going!

Well, sir, it was a pleasure while it lasted.

I knew you didn't die.

These wagon tracks lead right to the Apache camp.

That's what you're up to, isn't it?

But you didn't think I'd wait.

I just hope the wind holds off.

Now where are you going?

There it is.

Looks like a bullet wound.

What are you doing?

I'm going to take it out. Hold him down.

When you came back to Adamsville,

you weren't wearing a gun. Why?

I found that I didn't need it anymore.

Do you know what our chances are when we get to that Apache camp?

Yeah.

Why didn't you leave with addis and the others?

2 months ago, I was on my way to visit Angie.

When I got there, the place was crawling with Apaches.

I hid in the ravine,

and I watched them ride off with the women.

There's nothing I could have done,

but... I should have done something.

Right admirable surgery, gentlemen.

Must admit, it never would have occurred to me.

Turn around.

Your reluctance to join us in our little war

inspired my curiosity.

And just as I was about to give up,

Mr. Warfield chose that moment

for his, um... Resurrection.

I knew he had something in mind.

A very good plan it was, too.

Now, I'll take the horse.

Don't be a fool.

Mr. Forbes, turn around.

Alive, you can still walk.

Dead, you can only lay down.

Aah!

Gets easier all the time, doesn't it?

When this is over,

I'll be the same man I was before.

It's a good thing. I...

I couldn't have gone much farther without it.

You wouldn't have had to.

They're in there.

There they are.

What's going on there?

A burial party.

We haven't much time.

Shouldn't we wait until dark?

No.

You can stay here if you want.

Not this time.

Give me the knife.

We get them to this wagon, we have a chance. Come on.

Angie, it's Lorne.

Oh, God.

Don't move, olive and Jesse.

Just listen.

I'm going to cut you loose.

But when I do,

don't change your positions until I tell you to.

There's an army wagon over by the corral.

And when I say go, I want you all to run for it.

Get in it and lie flat.

Shh.

Aah! All right, go!

Help them.

Hurry up!

Lorne!

Angie, get down!

Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah!

Ya-hoo! Yah yah yah!

Why don't you people go on home?

Haven't you got anything better to do?

Well?

They'll be all right. In time.

Time? When? How soon?

I can't tell you the day. After what they've been through,

it might take quite awhile for the shock to wear off.

Even longer for it to be forgotten.

Well, what about, um,

well, isn't there anything I can do?

You can have patience, you can wait.

That's all.

I'll get a place for us in town.

Oh, Mr. Warfield.

Your wife asked if you'd get some clothes

for her and the girls.

Thank you.

These ought to do.

There be anything else?

No, that will be fine. Thank you.

You know, Mr. Warfield, I'm one person

who was sorry to see you leave Adamsville

after that gunfight a few years back.

You know why?

No, why?

Well, sir, seems as if you rode off

owing me a $31 grain bill.

12 dollars.

Eh, cash.

Yeah.

Will that pay for it?

Think of the violence.

It's what I call an evil gun.

I'll never know how one man can kill another.

Do we have a deal?

All right.

An even trade?

Mr. Warfield?

Yeah?

You still owe me $31.

You'll get it.

Where do you think you're going?

You ran out on them.

You don't have a family anymore!

Yes, I do.

You're the one who said it... There's more to marriage

than signing a piece of paper.

You were dead, Warfield. You should have stayed dead.

Warfield! Turn around!

Now pick it up.

Pick it up, damn you! Pick it up!