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♪ ♪

(grunting softly)

(indistinct chatter)

(horse whinnies)

(coins clanking)

♪ ♪

(coins continue clanking
in cup)

(quiet chatter)

(chatter continues)

Good evening,
ladies and gentlemen.

CROWD:
Good evening.

It's good to be back with
you all here in Wichita Falls.

My name is
Captain Jefferson Kyle Kidd,

and I'm here tonight
to bring y'all the news

from across
this great world of ours.

- Now...
- (coin clanks in cup)

Pleasure.

Now, I know how life is
in these parts,

working a trade
sunup to sundown.

No time for reading newspapers.
Am I correct?

(crowd murmuring in agreement)

KIDD:
Let me do that work for you.

And maybe, just for tonight,

we can escape our troubles

and hear of the great changes
that are happening out there.

(crowd murmuring)

Starting local, then.

Our own Houston Telegraph

from the first of February,
this news:

"The meningitis epidemic

"continues to spread
without prejudice

"across the Panhandle
and North Texas region.

"So far, it has claimed

- "97 souls...
- (crowd gasping, murmuring)

...in just a two-month period."

In federal news,
our own Dallas Herald reports

of our delegation
of the state of Texas

up there in the capital
of Washington commencing...

♪ ♪

(tools clanking in distance)

- (clears throat)
- (tools clanking nearby)

(grunts)

(horse whinnies)

(quiet chatter)

- Here.
- Much obliged.

(clicking tongue)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(horse neighs)

(bird cawing)

(horse grunts)

(flies buzzing)

(birds cawing)

♪ ♪

(bushes rustling)

(wings flapping)

(twig snaps)

Hey.

Hey!

Hey!

Stop!

(panting)

I'm not gonna hurt you.

- Come here.
- (squeals, screams)

(both grunting)

Aah! Don't bite!

(panting)

Who are you?

Do you have a name?

I don't understand.

I...

I don't speak Kiowa.

Come.

Come on.

It's all right. It's all right.

Come on.

You can't stay out here. You...

Give me your hand.

(flies buzzing)

(Kidd grunts)

Mm. These are
Indian agency papers.

"Johanna Leonberger."

Is that your name?

- Johanna?
- (horse neighs)

(hoofbeats approaching)

Whoa. Whoa, whoa.

♪ ♪

SOLDIER:
Let's see what we got here.

Gonna check it on that side.

LIEUTENANT:
Got your loyalty oath?

SOLDIER:
No, nothing.

Where'd you serve, Captain?

Third Texas Infantry.

Surrendered Galveston
26 May, 1865.

Any sidearms?

No, sir.

Just bird shot.

Says here
you're from San Antonio.

What's your business up here?

I read the news
from town to town.

I was headed down
to the Red River,

and-and I seen him.

I think he was transporting
this little girl here

for the federal authorities.

Looks like the Indians had her.

Here's her agency papers.

Just found them.

SOLDIER:
Let's saddle up.

You're good.

What the hell do I do
with this child?

Fetch her to Red River.
Command post will know.

- (horse neighs)
- Hyah! - Hyah.

Hyah!

♪ ♪

KIDD: So, the army found you
three weeks ago

when they cleared the Kiowa
out of Montague County.

You've been living with them
since they kidnapped you

when they attacked your family
in Hill Country

six years prior.

Dear Heaven.

"Her mother, father
and sister were..."

Well, they passed.

But you have an aunt
and an uncle...

...still living down there.

Near Castroville.

So, that's where
you were being taken.

I know Castroville.

I used to live near there
before the war.

Lot of German folk down there.

Yeah.

Yeah.

(speaking German)

(stammers,
speaks German shakily)

Uh, remember
your German family?

Uh...

All right.

Come tomorrow, we'll find
somebody who can take you home.

♪ ♪

(cattle lowing)

♪ ♪

(men hollering)

(whistling,
hollering continues)

- (distressed grunt)
- SOLDIER: All right, me, too.

Come on. Ah, ah.

- Come on. Come on.
- (distressed grunting)

Pardon me.

Lost child here.

- (Johanna squeals)
- Got a child issue here.

(indistinct chatter)

KIDD:
Much obliged. Bless you, sir.

- I got a lost... lost child.
- I can't use this.

OFFICER:
That's all I can do for now.

Thank you.

What's your business?

Here to see your Indian agent.

He's up north of the Red,

on the reservation.

Well, I found this child, see,

and the lieutenant
who was patrolling the road

told me to bring her
to see you.

Well, what do you
expect me to do?

She needs taken home.

OFFICER:
The agent won't be back

for another three months.

Strays are his responsibility.

Looks like
you'll need to take her.

I-I can't take her, sir.

I work and travel
from town to town.

I can't take her.

Listen, friend.

Wait for the agent
or take her yourself.

It's up to you.

If you will, please.

Next.

- (men hollering)
- (cattle lowing)

(violin playing bright tune)

(mutters)

Good to lay eyes on you,
Captain.

Hello, son.

Wonder if I could have
a word with you

and Mrs. Boudlin.

Well, of course, sir.

SIMON:
So, three months, huh?

What are you going
to do with her?

Wait for the agent, it appears.

- (saddle drops to ground)
- (Kidd grunts)

(chuckles)

Got kind of a wild look
about her, doesn't she?

No, she's scared.

SIMON:
Hmm.

Be careful, honey.

Don't get too close.

All right, now, see here,
child. I have to work.

You're gonna stay here
with these kind folks.

Friends. Friends.

You got that, child?

SIMON:
Well, shoot, Kidd.

She don't understand
a damn thing, does she?

Thank you kindly.

(thunder rumbling)

KIDD:
All right, let's start

with the local news
from The Carthage Banner.

"The Red River Ferry is sunk

- "near Cross Timbers.
- (upset murmuring)

"Waters are still
too high to cross,

and parts down to Elm Creek
are completely washed out."

(upset murmuring)

Yanks sending soldiers
too blue to muddy their boots.

- That's why.
- (laughter, applause)

That's right!

Well, now, The Clifton Record

is reporting big changes
that are coming to these parts

that'll have a bearing
on all of these travel issues.

On page one:

"The Pacific Railroad Committee
voted today

"the Missouri, Fort Scott
and Gulf lines

"are to be consolidated
into a new line

"that will run
from the Kansas border

all the way
to Galveston, Texas."

(excited murmuring, applause)

"This will be
the first railroad

to cross
the Indian reservation."

(cheering)

Now, for some federal news.

(crowd groaning, murmuring)

"President Ulysses S. Grant..."

- Oh, to hell with Grant!
- (clamoring)

Grant's a butcher!

KIDD:
"...has ordered..."

(upset murmuring)

"...has ordered
the Texas legislature

"to accept
Amendments 13, 14 and 15

"of the United States
Constitution

"before any return to the Union
can be considered.

Those Amendments include
the abolition of slavery..."

- (angry shouting)
- Say no to abolition. Never!

KIDD: "...affording to
the former slaves

the right to vote, and the
repayment of our war debts."

(angry murmuring)

I'm saying no.

I say Texas first
and damn them amendments.

(cheering, applause)

MAN:
I ain't digging no Texas soil,

sweating and bleeding
for some rich Yankee type.

(cheering)

I suggest y'all watch yourself.

- Suggest y'all the same!
- (angry murmuring)

What are y'all even
doing here, huh?

You ain't dealing
with the Injuns,

fixing our roads,
minding our river crossings.

All they're doing is
beating up on Southern folk!

(murmurs of agreement)

You know, all right.
I hear you. I hear you.

MAN:
Go back home where you belong.

KIDD:
I hear you.

Northern blues
are not helping us a lot,

and they're asking
for a great deal in return.

We're all hurting.

All of us.

But I'm thinking we got a part
to play in all of this as well.

There's more than rain
and Indians

and Northern blues
troubling our roads.

I've seen it myself,
coming in from Wichita Falls.

Yeah.

We're all hurting.

These are difficult times.

- Appreciate it. Thank you.
- Thanks.

Much obliged. Thank you.

Thank you so much.

Thank you for your attention.

SIMON:
Excuse me.

Pardon me. Pardon me.

She's gone.

- (thunder crashes)
- Little one! Child!

(whimpers) Where are you?

I-I was singing her a hymn,

and I turned my back,
and she was gone.

She didn't take the horses.

- She can't be gone far.
- Oh, she could be anywhere

in this damn woods.

DORIS:
Child?

You come out now.

There's a river down there.

SIMON:
Right behind you.

Little girl, where are you?

Where you at?

We need to split up!

SIMON:
Yes, sir, Captain.

♪ ♪

(thunder rumbling)

(Johanna shouting in Kiowa)

KIDD:
No!

Johanna, no! Johanna!

It's not safe!

You'll fall!

Step back!

- Johanna!
- (continues shouting in Kiowa)

- Get down!
- (Johanna screams)

- (Kidd grunts)
- (Johanna shouting in Kiowa)

(Johanna screams)

♪ ♪

(speaks Kiowa)

(Johanna crying)

DORIS:
Set her on the bed.

Oh. (mutters)

She's just soaked.

Oh.

Surer than I live,
that child's trouble.

Running off like that?

I said she's wild.
Didn't I say that?

Please, Mr. Boudlin.

Well, it's the goddamn truth.

You-you just got to look
at her to know.

Child's got a curse on her.

♪ ♪

SIMON:
Well, shit, Captain.

What the hell are you
gonna do with her?

I'll take her.

I found her. I-I'll take her.

You sure about that, Captain?

Castroville's
damn near 400 miles.

Those roads have changed
since you lived down that way.

The little girl is lost.

She needs to be home.

Much obliged
for you keeping her.

I'll be back first thing.

(quiet chatter)

She ain't been used in a while
but still runs pretty good.

You carrying?

Scattergun bird shot.

I, uh...

kept mine from Palmito.

Well, I'm sure you need it
more than me.

Got 20 rounds, too.

I'll fetch it back to you.

Mm, it won't make no matter.

Captain.

Why are you doing this?

- (Johanna screaming)
- (door bangs open)

DORIS:
Johanna. Johanna!

Come on now. Come, come.

- (Doris muttering)
- (screaming continues)

DORIS:
Another sleeve. There we go.

There we go. Okay.

There we are.

Come now. Come now. Come now.

- There. Oh!
- (grunts angrily)

By the grace of God,
don't you look pretty, hmm?

(frustrated grunt)

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♪ ♪

(Johanna grunting)

(sighs)

(frustrated grunt)

♪ ♪

Makes no matter to me
what you wear.

We'll be on this road
for about six days

till we make Dallas.

Then across Central Texas
to the Hill Country,

it'll be a few weeks.

We'll have to stop
and give readings, of course.

We have to pay our way.

I'll keep an eye out
for trouble.

Settlers killing Indians
for their land

and Indians killing settlers
for taking it.

I guess you know something
about that.

I'm Captain Kidd, by the by.

Captain. Captain.

You're Johanna.

You, Johanna.

And it's a pleasure
to make your acquaintance.

Make no mistake.

(insects chirping)

(rummaging, objects clattering)

(sniffs)
Mm.

(cans clattering)

This is the bacon.

I guess I'll make some.

"Please" would be nice to hear.

That's the way it works.

- (sniffing)
- That is coffee.

- (spitting)
- (Kidd chuckles)

Yeah, coffee packs a punch,
doesn't it?

It's an acquired taste.

- That's sugar.
- (sniffs)

Hmm?

Bit more to your liking, huh?

Easy, now.

All right, that's enough.

That's enough.

Hey.

See all those words

printed in a line
one after the other?

Put 'em all together,
and you have a story.

Story.

Stories.

Well, go right ahead.

That's my wife.

Down in San Antonio.

I'm gonna get some more water.

(birds chirping)

(panting)

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♪ ♪

(lively chatter)

MAN: Come here
and help me load this up.

If you wanna make your fortune,
then that's the place to be.

(horse whinnies)

MAN: God does not see
black and white.

The divide that runs
across our nation.

We must keep America whole.

Texas says no,
but I say to you all,

under the eyes of God,
that our nation,

our great nation,
must be made complete!

(woman speaking
foreign language)

KIDD:
Mrs. Gannett.

Hey, Kidd.

She yours?

(indistinct chatter)

GANNETT: They paying you
to take her home,

or you doing it out of
the goodness of your heart?

No, they're not paying me.
I just know the road.

But I'll take a pair of rooms
if you have 'em.

Yeah, I got rooms.

(quiet chatter)

KIDD:
Thank you.

Thank you, ma'am.

No. No, no, no.

We don't use our...
our hands and fingers.

We...

Look. See this?

Spoon? Spoon?

This... this is how we eat.

Spoon.

(singing in Kiowa)

And, uh, and we don't sing.

(singing continues)

- We don't sing at the table.
- (singing louder)

GANNETT:
What you all looking at?

Ain't you never seen
a child eat before?

What's her name?

Johanna.

She doesn't have any English.

So, what does she speak?

Kiowa.

- GANNETT: Mm.
- KIDD: What?

Wh-What... what did she say?

She said you've been
calling her the wrong name.

Her name's Cicada.

Well, it's Johanna now.

Johanna Leonberger.

This man...

She says she got no home.

No Kiowa family, neither.

You see the hair?

They cut it
when they're in mourning.

This child is an orphan
twice over.

♪ ♪

Can you tell her that
I am taking her to family,

to an aunt and an uncle
down near Castroville?

Kidd, she don't got any idea
what that means.

Well, they're the only ones
that will take her.

She's got no place else.
Nobody wants her.

I hear them roads are bad
Castroville way.

Yeah, yeah, so I hear.

Mr. Gannett used to take 'em.

Before he went to California.

Maybe he just didn't want
to come back.

(door creaking)

I do not have a clue
as to the care of a child.

Never had the need
nor the patience required.

She's still alive, ain't she?

That's not nothing.

(door closes)

- (insects chirping)
- (quiet chatter)

GANNETT:
Road taking its toll?

KIDD:
Sleeping through the night

isn't what it once was.

Yeah.

Your stories can only
keep you company for so long.

So, what you gonna do
once you've taken her?

KIDD:
I may just keep heading south.

Work passage on a ship
out of Galveston.

Go see those
far-off places I...

read about to people
every night.

How long's it been?

Close to five years now.

Castroville's San Antonio way.

Yeah. Yes, it is.

Isn't it time you went back?

Made things right with her?

Looking at you now...

...I'm thinking
you don't have a choice.

♪ ♪

(indistinct chatter)

(coins clanking in cup)

Good evening.

My name is
Captain Jefferson Kyle Kidd,

and it is an honor to be back
in the bustling city of Dallas.

A busy town,
and y'all are busy folk,

so let's get right to it.

Now, when I got in yesterday,

I collected
the latest newspapers,

looking for suitable readings,

something to take us away
from our troubles.

From The Times,
on its page three...

(indistinct chatter)

(horse neighing)

A word, Captain?

Name's Almay.

And these are my associates.

Mr. Almay. Gentlemen.

ALMAY:
Enjoyed your reading, Cap.

You take us away
from our hard thoughts.

(chuckles):
Thank you.

So, where'd you serve, Captain?

Infantry, Third Texas.

- Ah.
- You?

First Texas Infantry,
Northern Virginia.

Lot of good it did us.

Poor men fighting
a rich man's war.

Left us lying here
in the gutter.

Way I see it, we fought,

but ain't no piece
of this ours.

It's late, Mr. Almay.

And what is your point?

Point is, us old soldiers
got to live, right?

I have a little business
proposition for you,

seeing you traveling alone
like you are.

This young girl.

What do you want?

How much you want for her?

This child is not for sale.

Word is she's that captive
out of Wichita Falls.

Mr. Almay,
you are well-informed.

ALMAY:
News of value travels. (laughs)

How about $50?

All right, a hundred, then.

And you can rest easy knowing
at least she'll get paid.

I mean, look at that fair skin.

I bet you were a lucky man
out there in the desert.

- (laughing)
- You are scum.

In the alternative,
we could just take her.

- All right, boys.
- What's going on here?

Oh, thank the Lord.

We're local traders, sir.

We became concerned
about the welfare

of this here child
in the clutches

of a strange man such as this.

- SOLDIER: Search him.
- I am responsible for

returning this child
to her family down south.

- That's her papers and my oath.
- SOLDIER: Stay still.

Your hands.

Captain.

- SOLDIER: You got that?
- SOLDIER 2: Yep.

You take this girl,
and you get on your way.

- Let's go.
- Move.

- Go on.
- Write 'em up.

- I'll be seeing you, Captain.
- Keep walking.

ALMAY:
You hear me?

I'm coming for you as soon as
I'm done with these blues.

- OFFICER: Name.
- ALMAY: J.G. Almay.

(door bangs shut)

Residency.

12 Polk Street,

Dallas, Texas.

- (dog barking)
- (horse neighing)

- (stamp thumps)
- OFFICER: Sign.

(horse neighing)

(dog barking)

Hyah!

(horse whinnies)

- Ha!
- (horse neighs)

♪ ♪

JOHANNA:
Captain!

- Hyah! Come on!
- (horse neighs)

Hyah!

(horse squeals)

- (neighing)
- Come on. Come on.

(panting, grunting)

(panting)

(creaking)

(grunts)

(panting)

- Come on. (grunts)
- Hyah!

(grunting)

(grunting)

(panting)

(grunting with effort)

- Hyah!
- (horse neighing)

(grunting, panting)

- (gunfire)
- (both grunting)

- Come on. Down, down.
- (bullets whizzing)

(horse neighing)

- (bullet ricochets)
- (both gasp)

ALMAY: Hey, Cap, didn't I say
I'd come for you?

- KIDD: Go.
- ALMAY: Didn't I say that?

- (bullet whizzes, ricochets)
- (panting)

- (bullet whizzes)
- (groans)

(gunfire continues)

KIDD:
Come on. Come on.

ALMAY:
Move!

- (bullet whizzes)
- KIDD: Ha! Ha!

(grunting)

(panting, grunting)

(gun cocking)

- (bullet ricochets)
- (grunts)

(gunfire continues)

- (bullet ricochets)
- (gasps)

Higher. Come, come!

ALMAY:
Let's go.

(both grunting)

- (bullet ricochets)
- (grunts)

(panting quietly)

ALMAY:
Hey, Cap!

You're good for a man of years.

But ain't you just
so damn tired of all this?

- Help me.
- Didn't we have our body and soul broke out there?

Seems an awful shame
for it to end like this

when you can just join us.

- This world...
- (grunts)

...rich pickings for some,

slim pickings
for the rest of us.

(both grunting with effort)

Shit.

(groans)

Oh, goddamn it!

(gasps)

- (panting)
- You go.

Take the horses and go.

I shoot. You go.

(Almay laughs)

Captain.

No, no. No, this is worthless.

See this? It's for birds.

It's for birds, understand?

You're not thinking
straight, Cap.

She ain't worth dying for.

Go.

Get away while you can.

What do you say, Cap?

Talk to me.

(Almay laughs)

Mr. Almay!

You have me...

in an uncomfortable
circumstance.

How exactly are we
gonna work this out?

ALMAY:
I figure a share for each man

and an extra for me.

(panting)

Considering what you did
to my associate over there.

That sounds pretty fair to me.

So, what do you want me to do?

ALMAY: Just got to turn over
the girl. That's all.

No. Johanna, no!

They don't want our money.

- They want you!
- Captain.

Oh, Cap, what you trying to do,
tickle us to death?

KIDD:
Well, we don't have a deal yet.

ALMAY:
Aha!

I think it's 'cause
you're out of bullets

and all you got left now
is bird shot.

Am I right, Cap?

All right, Almay.

Damn it, you have a deal.

All right.

I'm gonna lay my gun down
on this here rock.

How about you do the same?

Here's my sidearm.

Let me see yours.

I'm laying my weapon down.

Here's mine.

(whispers):
Dime-ah.

- Captain, boom?
- Boom, boom.

(coins jingling)

ALMAY: Clay over there
is gonna show himself.

Then how about you do the same?

Sounds good!

(whispers):
Stay down.

(panting quietly)

(groans)

Oh, goddamn it!

Well, now you done gone
and spoiled it, Cap.

Looks like we're back
on opposite sides.

Looks like it.

All right, Cap.

Looks like
I'm coming for you now.

(wind whistling softly)

(Johanna panting)

(wind whistling softly)

- (twig snaps)
- (rock clatters softly)

(dust falling)

(footsteps)

(wind whistling)

- (footsteps above)
- (dust falling)

(gun bangs on rock)

(gunshot echoing)

♪ ♪

(whispers):
Come on.

JOHANNA: ♪ Captain... ♪
(continues singing in Kiowa)

(continues singing)

(humming melody)

(continues humming)

(continues humming, then stops)

♪ ♪

(grunts softly)

(chirping)

See that? See that bird?

"Bird."

"Bird."

Yeah.

Yeah, that's good.

"Goo-toh."

- "Goo-toh"?
- "Goo-toh."

"Bird" is "goo-toh"?

- "Goo-toh."
- "Goo-toh."

(Johanna chuckles)

(animal bellowing nearby)

JOHANNA:
"Aungopih."

KIDD:
"Buffalo."

Since you're so smart...

..."prickly pear cactus."

"Pr-Prit-ly..."

"Pear cactus."
And there's juniper out there.

And-and there's some sage.

"Say-gya."

"Say-juh"?

"Say-uh-gya."

"Sage." Yeah.

That's right. It smells good.

- "Good."
- Yeah.

So, what else can you
teach me in Kiowa?

"Daum."

"Daum." What is "daum"?

(horse neighs, snorts)

"Daum."

The-the earth.

All right.

"Pahn."

The clouds?

The sky.

"Daum pahn doo-goh daw."

Like, coll-collected?

- "Daum daw"?
- (exhales slowly)

"Daw."

"Daw" with a... (exhales)
is a spirit.

A breath.

(Johanna exhales)

A circle.

For us, it's more like
a straight line.

A line.

"Li-an."

KIDD:
"Li-an," yes.

We're all journeying
across the prairie

in a straight line

and looking
for that place to be.

And when we find it, we go
straight out and we plow it,

and we plant it
all in a straight line.

Yeah.

Very good.

"Velly gut."

(chuckles)
"Velly gut," indeed.

Sehr gut, Onkel.

Whoa, whoa.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
- (horse whinnies)

"Sehr gut, Onkel."
You just spoke German.

Deutsche.

Can you remember anything else?

What else can you remember?

♪ ♪

What?

What is it?

Oh, dear God.

- Hyah! Hyah!
- (reins snap, horse neighs)

Hyah!

You just leave that.
You just leave it.

Forget it.

I guess we both have
demons to face,

going down this road.

(buffalo bellowing)

(rustling in trees)

- (horse whinnies softly)
- (guns cock)

Good day, gentlemen.

Road's closed.

Ain't nobody unaccounted for
getting into Erath County.

Is that the law?

It is now.

I'm carrying nothing
of any great value.

What's your name, sir?

Kidd.
Captain Jefferson Kyle Kidd.

And your reason
for traveling, Cap?

The news.

I read the news
to anyone with ten cents

and the time to hear it.

(chuckles)

Huh.

My.

My, my, my, my, my.

Carrying some damage back here.

I-I got the wagon cheap, and...

the holes came with it.

(chuckles)

Well, your newspapers
sure got holes in 'em, mister.

There ain't nothing in here
about Erath County.

Hell of a lot's been happening.

- Ain't that right, boys?
- (murmurs of agreement)

But I don't see it here.

BENJAMIN:
You know, we've been busy.

We done fixed them Mexicans.

Injuns, too.
Pushed them clean out.

Mr. Farley, he killed
a right smart of Indians.

(men laughing)

(whispers):
He scalped them real good, too.

MR. FARLEY: We're building
a whole new world

down here in Erath County.

But ain't none of it writ here.

That news didn't travel.

Let's take care of that.

Why don't we have us
a little read?

What do you say...

...news man?

(man chuckles)

Go on, move.

- (lively chatter)
- (men shouting)

(liquid bubbling)

(bison bellowing)

MAN:
Wash out that blood.

MAN 2:
Don't be staring. Keep working.

When he gets done here,
bring him into town.

(Johanna singing in Kiowa)

(man coughing)

(singing continues)

What business is Mr. Farley in?

Mr. Far...

Business to never mind
your business.

What's your name?

John Calley.

Is Mr. Farley
family to you, John?

Nah, Mr. Farley, he ain't
any kin of mine. No, no.

I ain't got no kin
now Tommy's gone.

But I work for Mr. Farley
all same.

What happened to... to Tommy?

Mr. Farley gone shot him.

For hollering and questioning.

Got thoughts of things
in his head.

He couldn't keep 'em in there.

Loud, loud mouth.

(indistinct chatter)

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(indistinct shouting)

(laughter, jovial chatter)

Have him read that.

Hey, Captain.

Mr. Farley says to read this.

MAN: Stoke it up.
This fire's got to burn.

Dime-ah? Dime-ah?

- (coins clanking)
- Dime-ah? - There you go.

Dime-ah?

Dime-ah?

(coin clanks)

Dime-ah?

MAN:
You, sir.

(chatter continues
indistinctly)

Good evening, ladies
and gentlemen. My name...

(chatter continues)

(loudly): My name is
Captain Jefferson Kyle Kidd.

(chatter quiets)

And Mr. Farley has asked me
to come here tonight

- to read to y'all the news.
- (scattered shouts)

He's been kind enough
to supply me

with a copy of his own
Erath Journal.

Sure looks like Mr. Farley
is a very busy man

- in these parts.
- (laughter, murmuring)

He's an editor and a publisher,
a businessman, a lawgiver.

And all of you fine folk
working for him, at that.

(murmurs of agreement)

Absolutely.

KIDD:
But the way I see it,

none of that is news.

So let me see
if I can't tempt you

with something else.

The Harper illustrated.

It has a story reporting
from the lonely little town

of Keel Run, Pennsylvania.

(clears throat)
I got a bad feeling about this.

Just give him a minute.

Now, Keel Run
ain't known for much.

And I'm counting
none of y'all have heard of it

since, well,
it is in the North.

Why should you?

(laughter)

Keel Run is
just one of a thousand

little towns across our nation
birthed by the work of many

but enjoyed by the few.

Now, Keel Run is no Durand.

It does not trade in buffalo
but in coal.

And just like you,
every morning,

its men rise early
from their beds

only to descend into
the great, black coal mine.

"On the morning of February 11,

"37 men of the Run attended
their first shift at noon.

- (indistinct murmuring)
- "But before the next hour

"was up, Keel Run's
wheel of fortune had turned,

"for the mine,
the coal mine itself,

had caught fire."

(crowd gasping, groaning)

The first dozen died
in an instant.

(snaps fingers)

Another seven not long after.

But I'm not here
to tell you the story

of those unfortunate souls

or of the mine owner

who'd been so lax
about their safety,

sitting up there
in his fancy home,

counting the money
produced by their labor.

No, no, no,
I'm here to tell you

about the 11 men who lived.

- WOMAN: Yeah!
- (crowd murmuring)

- Who survived that fire.
- (cheering)

The 11 men who fought back

against their deadly fate.

- CROWD: Yeah!
- MAN: Yes! Yes!

Thought I told you to read
from the Erath, Captain.

KIDD: Well, see,
Mr. Farley, I was wondering

if folks might prefer
some storytelling

- from places outside of Erath.
- MAN: Let's hear it!

Just for tonight, Mr. Farley.

MR. FARLEY:
I think you ought to read

from the Erath
all the same, Captain.

(murmurs of protest)

Sort of thing these people
expect to hear.

MAN:
Let's hear what he has to say.

How about we vote on it?

(cheering)

MR. FARLEY:
How about we don't?

KIDD:
Now, I can read

from Mr. Farley's
Erath Journal...

(murmurs of protest)

...or I can keep on with the
story of the men of Keel Run.

(cheering)

(shouting excitedly in Kiowa)

- MAN: I vote men of the Run!
- KIDD: Keel Run?

- All right. Very good.
- MAN: Let's hear it, Captain.

That day, those 11 men
were facing a mortal enemy...

Go now. Shut this
fucking thing down. Now.

- Go. Go!
- ...intent on destroying everything

they ever cared about,
everything they'd built...

- Show's over, folks!
- ...every pillar of progress

- of their own civilization.
- Show's over! Now, go on home.

And I tell you,
those men refused defeat.

In the dark,
they kept their heads

- and they worked together!
- Get out of here!

- Those men fought back...
- Go home now!

- Move! Go on, get out!
- ...against the odds,

for better lives,

- for freedom!
- You think that's funny, boy?

(crowd clamoring)

(screams)

- MAN: I got him!
- MAN 2: Whoa!

(clamoring continues)

- Johanna!
- Captain!

- (clamoring continues)
- MAN: Move!

Y'all, clear out! Clear out!

(Johanna panting)

(clamoring continues
in distance)

(gun cocks)

You should've just read,
Captain.

I was just giving the people
a choice, Mr. Farley.

Well, you can read now.

You got no idea
what we deal with down here.

Mexicans, blacks, Indians.

Give 'em an inch,

and every one will slit
your throat where you piss.

KIDD:
The war is over, Mr. Farley.

We have to stop fighting
sometime.

MR. FARLEY:
Oh, we will.

When it's ours alone.

- (gasps, grunts)
- Come here. Don't...

Stand up!

- (groaning)
- Yeah. Get up. Stand up.

(coughs, groans)

(Kidd coughs, wheezes)

You ready to read, Cap?

(gun fires)

(gun clicks)

KIDD:
No. No.

- No! No!
- (gun fires)

(groaning weakly)

I like your stories.

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JOHN:
I tell you,

I ain't never heard
of news reading

as a business before.

It's not a rich man's
occupation,

as you can see.

Well, so how-how did you
bother in it, then?

I was a printer by trade.

And I had a printworks
in San Antonio.

Printed up newspapers.

Then the war came.

When it was over,
it was all gone.

I lost everything.

Had to make a new life
for myself right there.

Couldn't print the newspapers
anymore, but I could read 'em.

And that's what I've been doing
from town to town.

You got family and all?

Left a wife in San Antonio.

Really?

- (tools clanking)
- (chatter in foreign language)

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(chatter in foreign language
continues)

WOMAN:
Mm.

(repeats word in Kiowa)

(chatter in foreign language
continues)

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KIDD: Well, all right.
This is you, John Calley.

Okay.

(John sighs)

All right.

I could come with y'all.

Yeah, I heard all about
Hill Country.

That's Kiowa land.

If they find you,
they'd kill you.

The railroad's that way, John.

Go make something of your own.

At least...

take this gun.

I could get another real easy.
(chuckles)

Just take it for her.

Say, Captain...

...those men holed up
in that mine,

they really beat the fire
and get home?

Yeah, they really did.

- Right there.
- (sighs)

Well, goddamn.

Ain't that something, huh?

Good luck to you, John.

JOHN:
Thank you.

KIDD:
Come on. (clicks tongue)

- (horse whinnies)
- JOHN: Good luck.

(wind whistling softly)

(hawk screeches in distance)

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(horse whinnies)

Will you teach me
that song you always sing?

The one that goes...
(sings in Kiowa)

(both singing in Kiowa)

(singing continues)

(Johanna humming melody)

(man singing in Kiowa
in distance)

(pushing dirt on fire)

(man continues singing
in distance)

(wheel squeaking)

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

(wind howling softly)

(hammering continues)

We have to stay
on the main road!

Main road!

We go.

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KIDD:
You don't have to do this.

They aren't there anymore.

Su-hanna go.

(wind whistling)

(door creaks)

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(wind howling)

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Mama, Papa tot?

Yes.

They're dead.

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I want to get you away
from all this pain and killing,

get you clear of it.

Going back, it's not good.

(speaks Kiowa)

Need to put it behind you.

Move forward. Huh?

(speaks Kiowa)

- Li-an.
- Yes.

KIDD:
Stay on that line.

And don't look back, hmm?

- (wheel clunks)
- (horse whinnies)

Whoa.

(wheels squeaking)

Whoa.

- Captain!
- Hang on.

(Johanna whimpers)

- Take the reins!
- (horse neighs)

(grunts)

(grunting)

- (Johanna exclaims in Kiowa)
- (wheel rattling)

- Jump! Jump, Johanna!
- (screams)

(horse squealing)

(horse shrieking)

(both panting)

(horse squeals, groans)

(gun fires)

(gunshot echoing)

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(Kidd grunts)

(water sloshing in canteen)

Yeah, good. All right.

(sighs softly)

(Johanna panting)

(panting continues)

(exhales sharply)

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- (distant hoofbeats)
- (horses neighing)

Horses.

(Kidd grunts)

(panting)

(hoofbeats growing louder)

(grunts, pants)

(rumbling, wind howling)

Johanna!

Johanna!

- (wind howling loudly)
- (distressed grunting)

Johanna!

Where are you?

Johanna!

Johanna!

Johanna!

Johanna!

Johanna!

Johanna!

Jo...

(coughing)

(groans)

(panting)

Thank God.

Johanna!

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(horse neighing)

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(birds chirping)

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- (horse neighing)
- (dog barking nearby)

(quiet chatter)

Young man, I'm looking for
the Leonbergers of Castroville.

(speaks German)

Straight.

Do we read story?

Dime-ah?

No, no story here.

No dime-ah?

No, no dime-ah.

We go there?

Yes.

Yes, we go there.

No. No, Cap.

- No. We go dime-ah.
- No. No.

- We go.
- No.

We go!

- (Kidd speaking Kiowa)
- We go. No.

JOHANNA:
No, we go.

This is... this is
where you belong now, Johanna.

(speaks Kiowa)

This is your home now.

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Good day.

I have business
with the Leonberger family.

Ja?

This child is
Johanna Leonberger.

Anna.

My sister, she always
went her own way.

We said, "Stay in Castroville,"
but she and her husband Wolf,

they wanted to be
out there in the valley

where the land is cheaper.

WILHELM:
Hmm?

(speaks German)

So, she thinks
she's an Indian now?

KIDD:
Well, s-something in between.

She needs time to adjust.

She must work.

She must learn...

(speaks German)

The proper ways.

Of course.

You know, my sister, when
we found her in the bedroom,

they cut her throat.

The baby sister...

they bashed the brain out.

Best if she forgets all that.

She needs new memories.

Who knows what
they will have taught her?

But we must try
to see her as a blessing.

And we need the extra hands.

You want money
for bring her here?

No.
No, I don't want your money.

Buy her books.

- ANNA: Books?
- So she can read.

She likes stories.

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KIDD:
I will go.

You want some food
for the journey?

KIDD:
No, thank you.

He's leaving, child.

You ungrateful girl. This man,
he brought you on home.

KIDD:
That's all right.

Maybe she doesn't understand
what's happening.

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(indistinct chatter)

(cattle lowing)

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(key clicks in lock)

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(quiet chatter)

MR. BRANHOLME:
I think Michael did this.

"Expressly agreed."

I'm not sure
that that's accurate.

We'll have to inform Mr. Young

about the rewriting
of this contract, no?

This here.

KIDD:
Hello, Willie.

(chuckles) Jeffrey.

My God.

Gentlemen, this is...

my d-dear old friend
Captain Jeffrey Kidd.

Pleasure to meet you, sir.

KIDD:
Gentlemen.

Please.

She's at the church.

In the garden.

It was cholera.

There's nothing
you could have done.

Doctor said.

It was being away
for four years of war, Willie.

Four years with all
the killing and all the blood.

Of wanting to go home
every day.

Of wanting to see her
and feel her.

To talk and laugh
and dream and...

...and think
of having a family.

Instead, I got a letter
delivered to my tent...

...saying she was gone
and already buried.

That's when I knew.

God's curse on me
had taken her.

It was sickness, Jeff,
just sickness.

It wasn't sickness.

It was judgment

for all I had seen...

...and all I had done.

I've known you 50 years.

Since we were boys.

We didn't ask for any of this.

But it fell to us
to do the fighting.

We lived.

She died.

That's not judgment.

It's just what
we had to face and...

...carry the rest of our days.

(bell tolling)

(birds chirping quietly)

(grunting softly)

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(crying softly)

- (chickens clucking)
- (indistinct chatter)

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(horse whinnies)

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Ha! Ha!

Giddyap!

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(chatter in German)

- (horse whinnies)
- (dog barking nearby)

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(goats bleating)

We had to tie her.

She runs away.

She's a child.

She... no work.

My mistake.

She doesn't belong here.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Johanna...

Captain, Johanna go?

Yes.

If that's what you want.

(Johanna crying softly)

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(Johanna sniffles)

(Johanna's breath trembling)

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Captain, Johanna go.

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(goat bleats)

KIDD:
Now, ladies and gentlemen,

for this final story
of the day.

(crowd groaning)

"A man dead and buried

- "has risen from the grave.
- (gasping, murmuring)

"Three days ago,
in Baton Rouge, Louisiana,

"a Mr. Alfred Blackstone
of 47 years

- "fell into a stupor.
- (crowd murmuring)

"His wife called the physician,
but there being no pulse,

"it was determined
that Mr. Blackstone was,

- most unfortunately, dead."
- CROWD: Aw.

"He was buried very swiftly
on the grounds

"of the local church,

"where, as divine providence
would have it,

"a wedding was due to
take place the following day.

(laughter)

"But nearing the church doors,
the bride abruptly stopped.

"From the cemetery beyond,

"she had heard
this inexplicable sound.

- (thumping)
- (crowd gasping, chuckling)

"The desperate, unmistakable
hammering of life.

(crowd gasps, chuckles)

"In a state
of frantic excitement,

"she ran to a nearby grave
marked 'Alfred Blackstone.'

(laughter)

"And within moments,

"the entire wedding
congregation was digging.

(laughter)

"Finally,
poor Alfred Blackstone

"was pulled from the earth
very much alive.

(cheering)

"And from his widow
Blackstone's embrace,

"Alfred turned to the groom
and said, and I quote,

"'Feller, when you get
in that church

"'and she says,
"Till death us do part"...

...don't you believe
a word of it.'"

(laughter)

(crowd chattering)

(laughing)

My name is
Captain Jefferson Kyle Kidd.

This is Miss Johanna Kidd.

(applause, excited chatter)

And that is all the news
of the world we have for you.

We thank you, and good night.

(laughter, applause continue)

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