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(GUNS FIRING)

Jeb!

Spread out and
look for their tracks.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

You'll be all right,
Jeb. Don't move.

We'll be safe
for a while.
How is he?

He needs a doctor.

No time for that.
We'll have to fix
him up ourselves.

Well, I'm going
for one, anyway.

You'll have that posse
on our necks again.

Well, that's the chance
we have to take.

I'm not gonna let
my brother die!

JEB: Listen to Clint, Sis.

Listen to Clint?

Don't I always?
That's how
we got this way.

Who started it?
Who drove us
off our land?

I don't care who started it.
How's it gonna finish?

Like my dad?
Hung from
a cottonwood tree?

Or like Jeb?
We'll get out
of this, all right.

There's enough gold
in my saddlebag to set
ourselves up for life

on a new homestead.

Nobody ever made themselves
safe on blood money.

Those cattlemen did.

(JEB GROANING)

I'm going
for a doctor!

Stop her, Clint.

Lilly!

You'd better
get into these.

Bleeding's stopped.

You'll last till
the doc gets here.

I got ten bucks
says you're wrong.

It's a bet.

MAN 1: Hey, looks
like a gal I knew
back in Saint Louis.

MAN 2: Shucks,
there ain't no
such animal.

Don't get too close,
he bites.

(ALL LAUGHING)

BEALE: You're no
rose of sharon yourself.

What good's that
critter, anyway?

Well, he can pack
more than a horse

and he can go without water
for almost as long as
it looks like you have.

But what are you
trying to prove with
them things, Mr. Beale?

Oh, the Arabs call them
"Ships of the Desert."

I'm gonna prove they can
sail our deserts as
well as theirs.

What about that
stage, Barstow?
It's two hours late.

That's just the way they
run. One day early
and the next day late.

Well, I can't
wait any longer.

When Dr. Stanton gets here,
give him a horse and then join
my outfit on the West Road.

Yes, sir.

Cush. Cush, down.

Hey, Mister!
He's heading
back to Arabia.

(TOWNSPEOPLE LAUGHING)

Howdy, Sheriff.
Hello, Constable.

Well, what you fellers been
doing? Chasing someone or
running away from Indians?

Robbery job over
at Rio Gordo
this morning.

Cattlemen's bank
taken for about
twenty thousand in gold.

You don't say!
Would I be knowing
any of them?

You should.
One of them's
Clint McDonald.

Oh, I know him, all right.
He's a bad hombre.

Well, how can I
help you, Sheriff?

One of them was hit,
so I figure they'll
stay put for awhile.

I need enough men to,
well, to fan out
and close in on them.

Say, Bill, you take
Sheriff Morgan's horses
over to the stable

and get them some
fresh mounts, will you?

Say, come on in, fellas.
Come on, you might be hungry.

We can end out for
some coffee, and get some
eatables. Come on.

DRIVER: Whoa!

Dr. Stanton?

I am Stanton,
Dr. Stanton.

Well, I've got
a horse for you.

Mr. Beale says for you to
catch up with his outfit
on the West Road.

All in good time,
my good sir.

I have to catch up
with myself, first.

Is there, by chance, an oasis
in this metropolis where a man
may purchase drinking whiskey?

Right across the street.

Thank you, my good sir.

How's Jeb?
About the same.

This is Dr. Stanton.
How do you do, sir?

I nearly had to rope him
to get him out here.

A most unusual
proceedings, my friend.

But who am I to stand on
ethics in the face of a
promised fee of $100?

The fool's drunk
as a coot.

Sir, I'll have you know
that Elias P. Stanton

is never too drunk to perform
his professional duties.

But if you prefer,
I will withdraw
from the case.

You'll stay and finish the job
and if you mess it up,
you'll stay for good.

Get started.

He's got to work fast.
The Sheriff's gonna throw
a circle all around us.

The bullet is lodged
near the heart, bad wound!

So what? You know
how to get it out,
don't you?

Academically, yes.
In practice, no.

This man needs a surgeon,
an M.D., a regular doctor.

A regular doctor?
What are you?

D. V. M. Doctor of
Veterinary Medicine.

A vet? Why, you crazy,
drunken, fool...

Clint, stop it.
Even a horse doctor
is better than none.

Do what you can.

I shall do the
best I can, miss.

Fortunately, I am equipped
with the proper implements.

What's a vet doing
with regular
doctor tools?

In a moment of weakness,
my friend, I succumbed
to a double temptation,

improved social status
and the lure of California.

California?

Edward Fitzpatrick Beale,
and his camel corps

seeking a new and direct
route across the
great American desert.

I wish I had
never heard of him or
of his idiotic expedition.

Yes, imagine me larruping
across the desert.

And as sure as fate,
Beale will discover
what a fraud I am

and hang me to
the nearest tree

or stake me out
in the desert sun,
at the mercy of savages.

I wish I was back
in St. Louis.

There we are.
That's the best
I can do.

The rest is up to nature.
My $100, please.

And I wish to
the Lord Harry,

it was enough to get me back
to my horse, syringe
and bottle of liniment.

CLINT: Have you and this
Beale ever met?

Never laid eyes on him.

I was fool enough
to volunteer by mail.

I'll add 100 to this
for that bag of yours.

Fifty more for
the coat and shirt.

My boy, you are
a gift from Heaven.

Take it over.

Uh, just a moment,
please. Just a moment.

Hops, Sir.

Always carry
an extra one.

St. Louis,
here I come!

And I hope I get back in time
for the annual epidemic
of hog cholera.

Oh, I wouldn't move the lad
yet, he's lost too much blood.

Good luck, Doctor. And,
remember, when in doubt about
symptoms, do nothing at all.

That is the secret of a
successful medical practice
even in my field.

Clint, do you really think
you can get away with it?

Why not? With this outfit
I look as much like
a doctor as he does.

We're going
to California.

But Jeb isn't
fit to travel.

I'll wait till he is.
We can always catch up
with a wagon train.

No, you've
got to go now,

before Beale sends one of
his riders back into town to
see what happened to Stanton.

I can't leave you and Jeb
here to be picked up
by the Sheriff.

But you must go.

We'll be all right till
morning. Jeb will
be stronger then.

Won't you, Jeb?

Sure. Go on, Clint,
we'll make it.

All right. Keep your
eyes open, don't let
the posse ring you in.

I won't, Clint.
Now, hurry.

I'll be looking back
for you all the way.

And I'll be
looking ahead for you.

(PRAYING IN ARABIC)

Praying.
Caterwauling heathens,
that's what they are.

Don't seem to
matter much how
a man looks to God,

long as he looks. Howdy,
stranger. What are you
doing out in these parts?

I'm joining up
with this outfit.

You wouldn't be
the doctor that
Beale is waiting for?

That's me,
name is Stanton.

You better know what
to do about sick camels.

We're going to have a lot of
them before this trip is over.

Don't pay no heed
to Matt, Doc.

He don't figure nothing
is worth anything,

except the
state of Tennessee.

I'm Lieutenant Owens.
Come with me, Doctor.

Beale is going to be
mighty glad to see you.

We can all start getting
sick now, sir. Here's our
wayward medicine man.

Hello, Stanton.
I'd almost
given you up.

The stage was late
leaving Rio Gordo,
Mr. Beale.

Why don't you take the
Doctor's horse over to
the picket.

If you don't mind, sir,
I'd like to take
care of him myself.

I was expecting an older man,
maybe one not quite up
to our kind of trip.

You look just as fit
as any of us.

Well, my practice keeps
me pretty much out
in the open, sir.

That's fine. We're going to
do some rough traveling.

We're taking
the shortest route
to California.

We're heading due west
from this big bend
in the Santa Fe Trail.

Cuts off 400 miles.

The Army tried to survey it.
We'll find the bones of the
survey crew right about here.

Kit Carson says
we won't even get
that far, but he's wrong.

The North Africans travel
all over the Sahara,
with camels, and survive.

I'm going to swim mine
right into the Pacific Ocean.

Looks like
awful lonely country.

It is except for Apaches.
Do you want to go home?

Not me.
The lonelier,
the better.

Good. Get some sleep.
We pull out at dawn.
Good night, Doctor.

Good night,
Mr. Beale.

(HORSES APPROACHING)

Jeb. Jeb.
Come on, honey.
We've got to move.

We're on their trail.
Break up into pairs,
and fan out.

I can't make it,
Lilly.

Go on, Sis.
Get to Clint.

Shh. Don't try to talk.
You'll be all right.

Yeah.
I'll be all right.

(GUN FIRING)

That's as far
as you go!

Off your horses!

Scatter them!

Drop your gun belts!

(GUN FIRING)

All right, turn around.

Start running
and don't look back.

Run, I said!

Getting along
about that time
of day, ain't it, boss?

Yeah, We'll camp
down by that creek,
Lieutenant.

Sir, we've got a couple
of hours of light left yet.

It's almost sundown,
and my native boys
have some praying to do.

Give the word.

Get your packs off, Matt,
we're camping here.

This early?
Yep.

If it's because them camels is
tired, turn them over to me,
I'll pack them on my mules.

They ain't even
worked up
a sweat today.

Just you wait till we hit
the real desert where
there ain't no water.

Then we'll see
who packs who.

(LAUGHING)

OUTLAW: How's the water?

Stay put.

We're out of grub.
Our horses ain't so good.
Want to do business?

I'm not running this show.
You'll have to speak
to the man who is.

You?
Not me.

We met somewhere,
ain't we?
I'm Toad Ellis.

That mean
anything to you?

It ought to.
His picture's nailed up
a lot of places.

I haven't been
a lot of places.

I could be wrong
but I usually ain't.

Cover them.

(GUNS FIRING)

(PRAYING IN ARABIC)

MATT: Hey, Doc.

Take over,
will you?

Just nicked you.
Nothing to worry about.

It's my arm,
not yours.
Wrap it up.

Ain't you gonna
wash your hands?

What do you think?

You're pretty handy
with a gun.

About as quick as
I've ever seen.
And a dead-on shot.

I've seen better.

Funny thing,
Toad Ellis thinking
he knew you.

Sure you ain't
in the wrong
business, Doc?

You handle a gun a lot better
than you do a roll of bandage.

Why you so nervous?

I ain't used to killing
people, excepting
my own patients.

How is he, Stanton?

Just a nick,
he'll be all right.

Lieutenant Owens tells me
you saved three
of our horses.

One of them
was mine.

Must've been a pretty
good horse to risk
your life for him.

All I owned
was on him.

There you are, Hi Jolly,
no pork in yours.

Okay.

How do you like that?
Special grub for
them monkeys.

Quit your beefing.
You know them fellas
can't eat pork.

You heathens don't
know what's good.
Here, try this.

(LAUGHING)

MATT:
That'll learn you to pull
a toad-stabber on me.

(SHOUTING IN ARABIC)

Next time you lay
a hand on those boys,
I'll kill you.

You saw what was going on.
Why didn't you do something?

I don't fight other men's
quarrels. I just patch
them up afterwards.

What would
you fight for?

The only thing
every man fights for.
Self-preservation.

MAN: Rider coming!

Dr. Stanton!

Take care of her.

Make up a bed for her
in that wagon.

Easy now, ma'am.
You'll be all right.

Some cold water,
Lieutenant.

Certainly, Doctor.

You've been a long time,
Lilly, what happened?

Clint, he's dead.
Jeb's dead.

I never should
have left you.

First my dad,
then Jeb.

(GASPING)

Oh, Clint, I'm tired of
running, tired of
hiding and fighting.

I know, honey.
We'll stop running
in California.

What if he
sends me back?

Not as long as
I'm the Doctor.

You'll be all right
now, ma'am.
You're safe and sound.

Here drink this.

Get a good night's
sleep. I'll talk to
you in the morning.

Good night, Doc.
Good night, Lieutenant.

How is she?
Nothing wrong with her.

But she's too worn out
to talk. You better let
her rest for the night.

There's no harm
in that,

but we'll have to find
out where she came
from and send her back.

We can't have
a woman with
this outfit.

Good morning, ma'am.

Good morning, Doctor.

I'm glad to see you're
feeling so much better.

Let's have a look
at those eyes.

We're never going
to be apart again, Lilly.

You'll never know how
I missed you and
worried about you.

I can't stand being
away from you, Clint,
not for a minute.

One day further west
and Beale can't
send you back.

We'll be together
for good.

Really for good,
Clint? Or just more
of the same?

From now on we'll be
playing with a whole
new deck of cards.

What good's a new deck,
if you go on dealing
them off the bottom?

I just told
you, honey...

You're going to
be fine, ma'am.

Good morning.
Good morning.

You rested enough
to travel?

I think so.

Well, good. Right after
breakfast, I'll have
a fresh horse saddled

and send you back
with a troop escort.

Back where?

Wherever you came from.

But I have no place
to go to, Mr. Beale.

She was just telling me
she tried to catch up with

a wagon train
and mistook our
tracks for theirs.

Where were
they headed?

Well, all I know, it was to
follow the old Spanish Trail
toward Albuquerque

and then make
a cutoff westward.

That would put them
200 miles from here.

How'd you get
separated from it?

Well, I was never with it.
You see, my,
my Dad was ailing

and the doctor thought
California would be
good for him.

We found out about
the wagon train and
tried to catch up with it.

But Dad grew worse
and worse and finally he...

I understand. Well,
I guess we'll just have
to make the best of it.

But you can't
travel like that.

Our bugler's about
your size, I'll see
what I can do for you.

Thanks.

Nice going, honey.

You sure sold him
a nice shiny goldbrick.

Yeah, I'm a good
liar these days.

I've had lots
of practice.

How're you
making out, ma'am?

Not bad if I could get
some of this dust
and grime off me.

There's a fair size
waterhole down below
those willows.

Oh, I've given the order
that's out of bounds.

You're going to a lot of
trouble for someone you figure
to be excess baggage.

You're still
excess baggage.
Take this along.

If you have to use it,
just hold with both hands
and pull the trigger.

Don't shut your eyes
when you shoot.

Looks like the boss has
took a liking to you, ma'am.

He most always don't think
of nothing except them camels.

I can't say
I blame him much either.

What's the gun
for, miss?

Coyotes, Doctor.

(RUSTLING)

Go away.

Might be
Apaches around.

It ain't safe to be
away from camp so far.

Get out of here
and quick.

Somebody's got to
keep an eye on that
scalp of yours.

You wouldn't look
so good without it.

(GUN FIRING)

Come on back!
I got three bullets left!

Now, that's enough!

Why? He isn't dead yet.

I don't want him dead.
I need him.

I thought I told you
this stretch of steam
was out of bounds.

Nobody told
me nothing.

I come up here
to take a bath

and the next thing
I know, I'm being shot at.

Get back to your mules.

Doc, I seem to remember
you don't fight except for,

how'd you put it,
self-preservation?

That's right,
but I don't like
peeping Toms.

That your only reason?

Name me a better one.

I did just what you said,
Mr. Beale, held it in both
hands and pulled the trigger.

But I think I must
have closed my eyes.

I'd hate to have
you shooting at me
with them open.

There ain't
no breaking that
range of hills, boss.

No, they are squarely
across our trail.

We'll have to go around.
One side or the other.

Looks like the south end's
the shorter way
from here, Mr. Beale.

Well, let a survey
decide that.

Sir, if we don't stop now,
we can make another
10 miles today.

We're not interested in speed,
Lieutenant, just accuracy.

The easiest way
may be the longest.

Set up for survey.

You've got
a half hour's rest, ma'am.
We have some work to do.

I'm tired of eating dust.
I'd like to ride
up ahead with you

and see what goes on,
if you don't mind.

Not at all. I'm afraid
you'll find it pretty dull.

Hit the dirt and
ease your cinches!

Time out for
man and beast!

What are you
trying to do?
Kill my mules?

Standing them
out in the sun
with their packs on

is worse than
working them to death.

Well, the camels
seem to be enjoying it.

They ain't got
sense enough
to know better.

All this map-making
is a lot of buffalo chips.

Can he tell that's
a mountain without looking
through his spyglass?

Man, when they gave out
brains in Tennessee,

you must have been
in New Orleans.

What do you
see when you look
through that spyglass?

Lots of things.
Take a look.

Thanks.

All I see is
a soldier on a rock
holding that pole.

That's funny.

I see well engineered roads

going through
cities and towns,

mine shafts and smelters
up in the hills.

You're joking?

Not really.
Just looking ahead.

That's what this
expedition is for.
People who come after us.

What good will that do you?
You won't be around.

I might come back some day
with a white beard and a cane.

Walk through the streets
looking in the store windows.

What for?

Nobody will know you had
anything to do with it.

I'll know.

And that's enough?

Just to know you've
done something
for other people?

You make it sound
too unselfish.
Nothing heroic about it.

I'm just doing what
I found I like to do

better than anything
else I know.

School's out.

Around those hills
by the south end,
Lieutenant.

Let's get moving.

Roll the wagons!

What did you ride off
with Beale for?

Just curious about
this map-making business.

Wondering how he
goes about it.

Did you find out?

Yes.

And something else.

What?

I found out
why he does it.

I could have
told you that.

He's looking for glory,
like all these
frontier heroes.

That's where
you're wrong.

He's not thinking
of himself at all.

He's doing all this
for other people,

some who haven't
even been born yet.

You expect me
to believe that?

No.

There was a time
when you might have.

MAN: Whoa!

What do you make
of it, Tall Tale?

It's got me.
Nobody sees the Apaches
before they attack.

Only when.

(SPEAKING NATIVE)

I'd better throw out flankers
on both sides, sir
and close up the column.

No, any show of alarm
might encourage an attack.

You're right, boss.

Let's get on to
them hills and pick
a spot we can hold.

Give the word.

(SHOUTS)

Well, I reckon
we can unlax.

Apaches won't jump
till daybreak.

That is what they said
about the Cheyennes.

But it didn't turn out
that way. I was there.

But these Apaches
is different.

You see, they got
a special war god
who sleeps all night.

They believe
that if he sees a warrior
die while fighting,

he'll take him
straight up to Heaven.

So, they wait till
it's light enough

so Old Sleepy
can see what's going on.

We'll keep a strong
guard anyway.

Just in case Old Sleepy
wakes up early.

No, Clint.
It won't work.

Why not?

Why can't people like us
start over again?

Honest, clean.

Because you can't start
a clean life on dirty money.

We couldn't even build a home
on it, that I could live in.

Every plank and nail in it
would be stolen.

Every time the
floor would creak,

I'd jump and look around and
you'd be reaching for a gun.

You grew up in a house
like that, didn't you?

With your old man and Jeb
doing the reaching.

I couldn't do
anything about them.

But I can about us.

Do what?

Talk me into
sending that gold
back to the bank?

That'd be a
good beginning.

Don't you see, Clint?
It's the only way
you'll ever get back

to respecting yourself.

With $20,000 I can buy
all the respect I want.

Not mine.

No, Clint.
Don't kiss me.

That's been the answer
too many times.

But it won't be to this.
I won't let it.

If that's the
way you feel.

It isn't they way I feel.

But it's the way
it's got to be.

Evening, Doc.

Kind of rough on the horse,
keeping him saddled up

every night till you
bed down, isn't it?

Habit, I guess.

I used to get a lot of
night emergency calls.

From your patients
or the Sheriff?

What's on your mind?

Them saddlebags
you rest your head on
every night, McDonald.

Mighty valuable pillow.

The name is Stanton.

Ah, no.
It's Clint McDonald.

I remember seeing it
on wanted notices,

plastered all over
the territory.

All right,
speak your peace.

I'll take half of them
pretty gold pieces, partner.

Half? You're crazy.

Mr. Beale wouldn't think so.

And he'd be right
interested in that
lady friend of yours, too.

You made yourself a deal.

But I don't pay off
till the end of the trail.

Suits me fine.

From now on, you and me
gonna be mighty cozy.

Just like brothers.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Caught this varmint
sneaking into the
camel line.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

He ain't never seen
a camel before.

But I don't think he
come in for a close look.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

He thinks they're
big medicine, gods.

That's why they
haven't attacked.

I'll take charge
of him, sir.

No, he's going back.

He's going back to tell them
the camels are gods.

They have big medicine
and we'll kill any Apache
who harms us.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Let him go.

What now, sir?

We'll proceed as planned.

The Apaches
have the next move.

The way I figured,
as long as them
camels stay whole,

our scalps stay on.

Split up the load,
take the wheels off,

and drag it to the
next camp for firewood.

(CAMEL BRAYING)

(SHOUTING)

Deep break
just above the knee.

That's too bad.
You know what to do.

No! No! No! No!

It's the only thing
we can do, Hi Jolly.

No! No!
My Akbar.
No! No!

Go ahead, Doctor.

Well, that makes one less
to stink up this trip.

You'll laugh out of the
other side of your mouth,
mule-skinner,

if them Injuns finds out that
one of our gods is dead.

You're right, Tall Tale.
It's the end
of our big medicine.

There's a chance
the Apaches
didn't see this.

That high ground
cuts off the view.

Bring out the
picks and shovels.

You're gonna be the
chief grave digger, Carroll.

I wasn't hired to
bury no stinking camel.

You were hired
to obey orders.

Scout back and
see what those
Indians are up to.

Yeah, boss.

I didn't like
what I seen, boss.

Well, what was it?
Nothing.

No Apaches?
Nothing but scenery.

Where they was,
they ain't.

And that's the time to
start worrying about.

Could they have
seen what happened?

Not unless they had
some front scouts out.

Well, if they did,
we're in for it.

Better dig
that hole deep.

Back to the wagons.
Prepare to roll.

BEALE: The Spaniards
called this stretch
the Jornada de la Sed.

The Journey of Thirst.

It makes me thirsty
just to look at it.

It's 100 miles across.

If there's any water
on it, no white man
has ever found it.

Now it's the camel's
proving ground,
reason for trying them.

They drank this morning
and they'll get no more
till we're across.

Well, I hope the
critters drunk deep.

Even an eagle would
have to pack a water jug
to get across this hellhole.

I was hoping
we'd make contact

with your wagon train
before now.

Don't worry about me.
I'm used to rough going.

Roll them.

Roll the wagons!

There's what's left
of the Army surveyors.

Kit Carson said
we wouldn't get this far.

Apaches?
Or they ran
out of water?

Don't make no
never mind which.

Either way you get
powerful dead.

(GUN FIRING)

I'm telling you,
I gotta have some water!

What's the trouble here?

My mules are dying.
This buzzard won't
give them a drink.

Take the packs off,
put them on the camels.

Well, that won't
help them any.

Draw two buckets.
Make sure it goes around.

How's it holding out?

It ain't.

The Apaches cross this desert,
there must be water somewhere.

We'll make camp here.

Tall Tale, Hi Jolly and I
are going out
to look for water.

I'm leaving
you in charge
of this wagon.

While I'm away,
don't issue more than
one cupful to a man.

From the looks
of this country,

that's more than
you're gonna find.

This watercourse's been
dry five or six months.

He'll have to
dig awful deep
for a water-well.

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

Well, he's only digging
for moist sand.

They do it on the Sahara.

Sometimes there's enough water
in it to save a man's life.

I'm dry enough
to try anything!

(GRUNTS)

A Gila monster!
Better get you back
to the Doc and quick.

Aren't you gonna pour
hot lead in, Doc?

That's the way
the Army does it.

The time the
sidewinder got me,

they cut my leg open
and filled it up
with whiskey.

I'd do the same thing,
if we had any whiskey.

I have some
in my wagon.

My fault, Doc.

Hold his arm.

Is there some way
I can help?

This isn't refined
doctoring, ma'am.

Better stay away
for a while.

Shame to waste that
drinking whiskey, Doc.

You can have the
rest of it, Tall Tale.

(SPEAKING NATIVE)

BEALE: Doc.

I've seen enough
wounded men
to know that

Tall Tale's arm
has to be amputated.

I told you I wouldn't do that
except as a last resort.

It's come to that, Doctor.

You can't do it, Clint.
You'll kill him!

I've killed before.
When I had to.

Well, not like this.
Not in cold blood.

It's either him or me.
I'm not gonna be kicked
out into the desert.

Anything you need?

We'll manage.

(GROANS)

Stop, Clint!

Clint? Clint who?

Clint McDonald.
He's not a doctor.

You could have killed that man
if she hadn't stopped you.

Maybe I could
have saved him.

Anyway you never
had a real doctor.

Stanton was
a drunken vet.

Get a sack of bran
from the chuck wagon.

Heat it, and keep
poultices on that arm.

As hot as he can stand it.
Yes, sir.

Outside.

Turn around.

Too bad you won't
fight that hard
for something decent.

Lieutenant, give him
a day's food rations
and a canteen of water.

Get your horse.
You're getting
out of this camp.

There's a settlement about
80 miles southwest of here
on the old Spanish Trail.

Well, you sure
look disappointed.

You must love those
gold pieces
better than your life.

I love them even
better than yours.

Okay, brother.
Let's ride.

I sure appreciate
what you've done
for me, Miss Lilly.

Mighty good of you.

You don't have to
thank me, Tall Tale.

I was glad to do it.

From what I hear,

I got you to
thank for saving
this wing of mine.

Maybe even my life.

I still can't believe
he'd have gone through
with that operation.

I didn't give him a chance
to find out for himself.

You kind of hanker for him,
don't you, Miss Lilly?

Well, I reckon if you feel
that way about him,
he can't be all bad.

For your sake,
I kind of wish him luck.

A little bit of it, anyway.

Why don't we hole up
till sundown?

Stop now,
we'll never get up.

How about it, partner?

Was half my stake worth
sticking your head
in this oven?

Yeah. If I can
live to spend it.

I'd give it all
for a full canteen.

(HORSE NEIGHS)

They smell water.
Give them their heads.

You know, partner,
that was a pretty
good offer you made.

All of them gold pieces
for a canteen of water.

But I'm making you
a better trade than that.

I'm leaving you
a whole pool of it.

Making sure you
live to spend that
gold, aren't you?

Yeah.

Two horses and
both canteens.

Now roll onto your gun.

Unhook your belt.

All right.
Now fill up
that canteen.

Issue half a cup of water
to each man, Lieutenant.

Hadn't you better get out
of this sun for a while?

It's worse
in the wagon.

Out here,
at least you can breathe.

Strange how things work out.

Clint and I tried to use you
to escape from the law.

Now there's no escape
for any of us.

You're quitting too soon.

The High Court hasn't
rendered it's verdict yet.

I'd forgotten there were
people like you in this world.

Forget that part
of your life, Lilly.

There's a new one
waiting for you

on the other side
of those mountains.

We're out of
water too, McDonald,

if that's why
you came back.

I came to tell you
I found some.
Plenty of it.

Where is it?

South of here,
about 30 miles.

Matt Carroll and I
found it together.

We'd figured
he'd gone after you.

What did he want?
That valuable horse of yours?

Both horses
and the canteens.

Where is he now?

Lying with his face
in the water hole.

But he isn't drinking.

Why did you come back?
Couldn't be just to help us.

I have my reasons.
And they'll stay mine.

They'll stay yours as long as
they don't hurt anyone else.

Wagons, south!

We're nearly there,
Mr. Beale.

Right up in that
rock formation.

(GUNS FIRING)

Everybody get
into that wash!

Tell them to
hold their fire.

Cease fire!

Next time,
they'll hem us
in from all sides.

We got to
find better cover
than this, boss.

We can't do it
without horses.

Your camels
are still alive.

Why not hitch them
to the wagons
and make a run for it?

We wouldn't get far before
they'd cut us to pieces.

We won't be out there.

Dead men will be
riding those wagons.

The Indians will
be chasing them.

If we lose them
camels and wagons,

we'll never get out
of this desert.

I'll be leading
the caravan.

While the Indians
are chasing me,
you take the water hole.

I'll circle back
and bring them
into your range of fire.

Those camels
can't run fast,
or far enough,

for you to get away
from the Indians,

if that's what
you're figuring.

I wasn't.
I don't blame you
for thinking it.

Okay, McDonald.
We'll take your offer
at face value.

Let's get at it fast before
they guess what we're up to.

You men,
come with me.

(GUNS FIRING)

Get down!

Head for the waterhole!

I reckon they
finished McDonald.

(SPEAKING NATIVE)

They know we tricked them.
Here they come. Get ready.

We haven't got
enough ammunition left

to stop another charge
if they make it.

They'll make it
all right.

I reckon we're all in
for a short haircut.

We got to get that
ammunition right up here.

I'm going after it. Cover me.

This ain't job for one man,
boss, I'm going with you.

It's an Army job, too.
I'll go along.

Cover us.

Honey, I've been doing
some thinking

about that house
with the creaky floor.

I'm gonna build it, your way.

Mr. Beale.

In the wagon,
you'll find my saddlebag
with $20,000 in gold in it.

Send it back to
the bank at Rio Gordo.

I haven't any more
use for it.

You know McDonald, a man
just can't buy his freedom.

I know.

In my book,
you've earned yours.

Thanks.

Wagons, west!

That's California ahead.

How can you tell?

Just raise your
fingers in the air
and rub them together.

That gritty feeling
between them is gold dust.