Original subtitles

[soft flute music]

- Hey, you.

Say, you there boy.

You have another drink with me, huh?

Huh?

What you reading there?

What are you reading?

The Deer Slayer, huh?

Say, who in tarnation is Jay Fennymore Cooper?

- It's a man who wrote about Indians.

At least, that's what he thought he was doing.

- Indians.

Indians!

What does he say about 'em?

What kind of things is he saying about Indians?

- I guess he thought they were

nature's noblemen.

- Noble.

Noble?

There ain't nothing noble about a stinking Indian,

except maybe the dirt you bury 'em in!

Noble!

[suspenseful orchestra music]

- There's no need to do that.

- [Trask] I'm gonna kill you, boy.

[upbeat orchestral music]

♪ Johnny Yuma was a rebel

♪ He roamed

♪ Through the West

♪ And Johnny Yuma

♪ The rebel

♪ He wandered

♪ Alone

♪ Johnny Yuma

[suspenseful orchestra music] - Look, mister.

I've been punching cows at the Simmons' Ranch

all day and I'm tired.

Now just back off.

- Put that gun away, Simon.

- Ain't nobody in my sight

gonna say a good word about a Indian,

and walk out of this door alive!

- You got a score with the Indians,

tell them about it, 'cause I'm not interested.

[somber orchestra music]

- Come on cowboy,

draw!

- I'm not drawing against any man

out of his head with liquor,

so just walk away and sleep it off.

- Simon, you better get on home before you hurt yourself.

- I said draw!

You're like all the Indian lovers,

you're nothing but yellow lousy! [gun shot]

- Simon, you got awful lucky.

Now pick up your gun and go home.

[dramatic orchestra music]

[gun shot]

[somber orchestra music]

Don't worry kid, we all seen it.

He was sure asking for it.

- You know him, Wallace?

- Simon Trask.

Got a fleabite place over next to Simmons.

- You just stood there.

- I'm your foreman Yuma,

not your nursemaid.

Him,

a nester,

uglying up the prairie with his stinking mean life.

Who'll care about him?

[sighs]

- His wife.

His kin.

[somber flute music]

[somber trumpet music]

- I still say it's not your business

to look his widow in the face.

- I know it was either him or me,

but this much I owe him.

- Been living there about two years now.

Poorer than skim milk.

Never put down no roots,

and his wife,

been two years

she ain't never come face to face with another human soul.

I don't know what was eating him,

that's why she never gave him no kids.

Funny how

some men take it worse than others.

[somber orchestra music]

- Still seems like a sorry reason for

grown men to quarrel about Indians.

- Think so? - Don't you?

[anxious orchestra music]

- What if your wife had been captured by them like his?

Or massacred by 'em like mine?

[gun shot]

Mrs. Trask!

- [Mrs. Trask] Get away.

- Mrs. Trask, I'm the sheriff, I gotta talk to ya.

- [Mrs. Trask] Get out of here.

- Mrs. Trask, I'm afraid I've got some bad news for ya.

- Don't you take another step.

- [Sheriff] We brought back your husband.

He was drunk, started shooting.

It wasn't anything this boy could do but defend himself.

- Get!

- Don't you understand?

We brought back his body.

Surely, you must want to provide

for a decent burial for him.

[laughs]

- You think I wanted to cry over him?

That why you came here?

Mister, I ain't got one tear left in me.

You want me to dig him a hole?

Sheriff if I could get a shovel in this ground,

I'd plant radishes!

- What are you gonna do?

- Bury him in Boot Hill.

- This land,

such as it is, he owns a piece of it, don't he?

Let's get some shovels.

[somber orchestra music]

[laughs]

[cries]

A woman as faded and colorless as sagebrush.

But in her eyes,

the staring,

pained look of

a wounded animal.

What makes a man like Trask

so eaten away with

bitterness that he?

- Still writing things down, Yuma.

- Set in my times, I don't loose any sleep over it.

- You might proud of ya, huh Reb?

- Don't push.

- Or you're still feeling bad

about a shoestring thieving nester.

- If 50 bucks a month sure makes you feel

like a big cow man, doesn't it.

- Some day, I'm gonna ram those papers

right down your throat, sunny.

You with your books and your writing.

But not right now.

Mr. Simmons been asking for us.

Come on.

[suspenseful orchestra music]

- This is where she butchered the steer, Wallace.

Sam followed the trail all the way to

Simon Trask cabin.

- His widow's that is, huh Reb?

Stealing eggs, a couple of chickens,

that's bed enough.

Now, she's getting real ambitious, huh Yuma?

- How could a woman alone drag off a steer,

even a young one?

- She's not exactly a weak woman.

She lived with the Comanches for a while.

I reckon she can just about do a man's job, if not worse.

- I suppose she had no other choice

with that husband of hers.

- Besides,

who said she did do it alone?

- What are you talking about?

- He killed her husband, didn't he?

Maybe he's trying to make it up to her.

- If I want to help somebody,

I do it with my own money.

- All right Johnny.

Now we'd better get the sheriff,

she wouldn't have time to cut it up yet.

- Mr. Simmons,

she's a sick, sorry woman.

None of us here have any idea

what she might've gone through with the Comanches.

- Sure, that gives her prime choice for Mr. Simmons cattle.

- Why would a person kill a steer

and drag it off with their bare hands,

unless they were starving.

- If you let one cattle thief get away with this,

you're gonna have 'em all down here.

- That's right.

- Mr. Simmons,

this steer, you can take it out of my wages.

- You gonna save your conscience $10 worth, huh Reb?

[grunts]

- Johnny, Wallace break it up.

Bought Mrs. Trask a little time, Johnny

that's about all.

[suspenseful orchestra music]

- [Mr. Simmons] Ya!

Oh, she's a strange one all right.

Woman who would turn her back on her own husband's burial,

threaten to shoot anyone who came close,

she's sick minded right enough.

- I don't wanna sound harsh,

but I think she's a danger to everyone.

- Something outta be done for her,

but I think Johnny's right.

Just getting her locked up isn't going to be the answer.

- You reckon maybe she's a witch?

- [Mrs. Simmons] Larry, Ike,

don't go far,

we're gonna have dinner soon.

[somber flute music]

- Sam said you wanted to see me.

- That's right.

- What's on your mind?

- I hear tell you buried Trask.

Even when they die, they ugly up this creation big land.

People like the Trasks,

they don't belong here.

Why do they keep hanging around?

- We don't live, we only stay.

We are too poor to get away.

- You find that in one of them fancy books?

- Read it on a barn in Kansas.

What's on your mind, Wallace?

- You, Reb.

You've been nosing in where you don't belong.

- That so?

- Standing up for that Trask woman.

- I figure that's my business.

- It's mine, too.

When she starved out of there,

or run out,

I'm buying in.

- Just like that?

- It won't take much.

- You still fancy yourself to be a cattle baron, huh?

- I've got a chance to start me a spread,

and nobody's gonna keep me from it.

- The woman?

What about her?

- She's not my concern.

- She doesn't seem to be anybody's.

- One more thing Yuma,

reason I asked you out here.

Mr. Simmons not here to protect you now.

Just you and me,

and we're gonna find something up.

[grunts]

- There's something else you wanna find out,

just let me know.

[whimsical orchestra music]

- Hey, hey you old witch!

[suspenseful orchestra music]

What do ya got in there?

- I told you to go away from here.

- They're gonna put you in jail for stealing our cows!

- They're gonna lock ya up, and throw away the key!

[gun shot]

[whimsical orchestra music]

I wanna go home.

- Scaredy-cat, I'm gonna find out

what she's got in that cabin.

Maybe it's gold,

millions of pieces of gold,

and I'd fill my pockets with it,

and I wouldn't give you one!

- She's got gun.

- I'm not afraid of her.

You wait here.

- Hey Ike, come look at this!

[screams]

- Help!

Help,

Help!

Help!

Help!

[anxious orchestra music]

Help!

- You heard what the boy said,

she tried to kill, shoot him down in cold blood.

- Please Walt, let's not go over that again.

- Maybe she's gonna cook him and eat him,

'cause she's a witch.

- Wallace,

tell Sam to get the sheriff,

you saddle up the horses.

- Mrs. Simmons, maybe if you came along.

- Why?

- No telling what she might do if we get her spooked.

Be better if there was a woman alone to talk to her.

- There's likely to be some shooting,

you stay here.

- Get my horse, will you Johnny?

[somber trumpet music]

[gun shot]

[suspenseful orchestra music]

[gun shot]

- She's got the buckboard packed and ready to go.

- Oh, we'll see about that.

- Why would she want to run away?

Larry!

Larry!

- She's probably holding him to make sure we let her go.

- Nobody's gonna bargain with my boy's life.

Lucy, come back!

[gun shot]

Lucy, come back.

- Hold it.

- Where's my boy?

Is he all right?

Larry!

- Stop, don't you take another step.

- Mrs. Trask,

send Larry out, and we'll go away.

Let him go, please.

- I know why you're here.

You want to lock me away someplace,

just like my husband.

You don't think I'm fit to be alive, neither.

Nobody comes in here,

I'll kill him and myself first.

- Let Larry out please,

and we'll go away.

We'll do whatever you want.

[somber orchestra music]

- Would you let me go,

and not try to lock me up someplace?

- We promise.

Now, will you let him go?

- After dark, not before.

- Larry!

Larry! [gun shot]

- Now you've done it.

You got for that gun, and I'll make you eat it.

[gun shot]

- Boy still in there?

- Yeah, my wife's down there too.

- Mrs. Trask!

Mrs. Trask!

He means you no harm!

[suspenseful drum music]

- Mrs. Trask,

I'm coming in for the boy.

- No, please don't come down!

Please don't make me have to kill you!

- He always tried to help you, Mrs. Trask!

He paid for that steer out of his own pocket!

- It was him seeing your man

got a decent burial in his own land!

[sobbing]

[somber orchestra music]

- Down there, down there!

In the cellar!

[suspenseful orchestra music]

[somber orchestra music]

- Come on, come on, oh it's all right.

You're all so decent, ain't ya?

I was married to Simon Trask when the Comanches got me.

Yes, his father was an Indian.

I had no other choice,

but his father was good to me.

The best he knew how.

When the cavalry

hunted him down,

sure Simon Trask took me back all right,

but he never let me forget it.

He could never forgive me

for him.

He moved us out here,

so that nobody'd know his disgrace.

He tried to drink away the memory.

[sobs]

Finally,

we had to steal to live!

We were starving, sheriff!

[sobs]

[hopeful orchestra music]

- You got a lot of schooling to catch up on, boy.

I've got a big house,

it isn't much,

but well if you'd like to help take care of it.

- Wallace, Sam,

hitch up her buckboard and take it into town.

- Come on, Juano.

- The Indians did a lot worse to you

than they did to her husband.

Where's your hate?

- There comes a time when hate dies,

and something better takes its place.

[peaceful orchestra music]

♪ Johnny Yuma was a rebel

♪ He roamed

♪ Through the west

♪ And Johnny Yuma

♪ The rebel

♪ He wandered

♪ Alone

♪ He got fighting mad

♪ This rebel lad

♪ He packed no star as he wandered far ♪

♪ Where the only law was a hook and a draw the rebel ♪

♪ Johnny Yuma

♪ Johnny Yuma was a rebel

♪ He roamed

♪ Through the west

♪ Did Johnny Yuma

♪ The rebel

♪ He wandered

♪ Alone

♪ He searched the land

♪ This restless lad

♪ He was panther quick and leather tough ♪

♪ 'Cause he figured that he had been pushed enough ♪

♪ The rebel

♪ Johnny Yuma, away rode the rebel Johnny Yuma ♪

♪ John Yuma