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[dramatic music]

[blow thuds]

- Move.

[somber music]

[gun clicks]

[dramatic music]

♪ Johnny Yuma was a rebel

♪ He roamed through the West

♪ And Johnny Yuma, the rebel

♪ He wandered alone

♪ Johnny Yuma

- Now she's like the
thing she deprived me of.

- What?

- Gold, gold, gold, bright
and lovely, hot and cold.

- For what you did,
Mister, I wouldn't hesitate

to pull this trigger.

But I'm gonna take
you outta here.

- I don't think so.

- You're gonna stand
trial at Fort Collins.

Then the Army will
bring you back here

and hang you in front of
the whole Apache nation.

The only way to stop a massacre.

Mount up.

["I Wish I Was in Dixie"]

[horse snorts]
[gun clicks]

[Johnny grunts]

- In your condition, do you
think it's worth the effort?

- I saw what the Cheyenne
did two years ago

when something like this
happened in the Dakota country,

and Mister, it's
worth my last effort.

- One might say that the
odds are all against you.

- Get goin'.

This way.

[somber music]
[horse neighs]

[horse snorts]

[suspenseful music]

[speaking in foreign language]

[somber music]
[horse neighing]

[horse neighing]

[somber music]

Move faster, come on.

[dramatic music]

[gunshot booming]
[horse neighing]

[gunshots booming]
[dramatic music]

[suspenseful music]

You, come here.

[suspenseful music]

Get that saddlebag,
put it on your mount.

Then you're gonna walk.

[gun clicks]

- There's no chance
there'll be others?

- That doesn't
bother you any, huh?

- Why should it?

Ironically enough they're
trying to rescue me.

- Do you know him?

- Yeah, they called
him Touch the Clouds.

You know, in a way your
crime is far worse than mine.

You just killed an Apache
prince, Running Wolf's son.

Now how do you propose
averting a massacre?

[suspenseful music]

[horse neighing]

[suspenseful music]

[horse snorts]

[somber music]

Hold it.

Get on the other
side of the horse.

My saddlebag and the skin pouch.

Get it.

Put it and the
canteen right there.

Right there.

All right, sit; over there.

- It's easy to determine
by your quaint costume

that you served in the war.

Were you ever hit?

- No jokes, Msiter.

- A countryman of mine once
said, he jests at scars

who never felt a wound.

I too was hit, here.

They were going to amputate;

in another few hours
they would have had to.

- What are you gettin' at?

- In a word, gangrene.

And you're not gonna get
those extra few hours.

[somber music]

- [Johnny] Can you read it?

- It's Touch the Clouds;
you didn't kill him.

- What's he sayin'?

- Why not?

He's asking for help.

Now, putting aside
your nobler motives,

your only chance is
to keep me alive.

- What kind of
reasonin' is that?

- Pure logic.

Sooner or later they'll take us.

If I am dead, they'll have
no hesitation in killing you.

If I'm alive, they'll
listen to both our stories.

There's very little likelihood
of their believing you.

But it's better than
no likelihood at all.

[suspenseful music]

[knife clatters]

- All right, pick up that gear.

Put it in the saddlebag.

[grunting]

- You've only interrupted
my quest for the time being.

I shall return alone.

Bell, book and candle
shall not drive me back

when gold and riches
begged me to come on.

Shakespeare,
William Shakespeare.

- Move on and shut up.

Yuma, John Yuma.

[somber music]

[dramatic music]

[suspenseful music]

- It'll soon be dark,

and you won't know how many
there are or where they are.

- I'll know where you are.

[somber music]

[coyote howling]

- If those your memoirs,
I trust you included

your last will and testament.

- You'll be provided for.

- You're getting weaker.

You can't possibly stay
awake the rest of the night

and then travel tomorrow.

- We're not waitin'
for tomorrow,

just till the horse gets rested.

And I'll stay awake

because you're gonna
keep talkin' to me.

You like to talk, talk.

- The Apaches have been
very touchy lately.

They don't like the gold-seekers

scarring up their mountains.

The Indians consider
them sacred, you know.

- The US government considers

the Apache gold
treaty sacred too.

- Gold, gold, gold,
saint-seducing gold.

[coyote howling]

And my Indian
friends will believe

that you're one of
the greedy ones.

I've made them believe
that of others before.

I've seen what they've
done to the gold-seekers,

things that only an
Apache mind could devise.

They have a consuming passion
for both hate and trust.

Me, they trust.

- Why?

They're not easily fooled.

- No, they're not; I
bought their trust.

- With what?

- With patience;
for three long years

I stayed amongst the
Indians, working secretly,

taking nothing,
until I was ready.

- Then you took
everything and lost it.

- Not quite everything,
you quixotic young fool.

- Quixotic?

I'll say one thing,

you sure don't talk like
any miner or murderer

I've ever met up with before.

- Not exactly a miner.

A geologist, magna cum laude

from the University
of Cambridge.

And then long years
searching for gold,

first in India, then South
America and finally here.

As for murder,

in my own way I
cared for that girl.

We could have been
happy together.

[coyote howling]

I'm getting a little
bored, if you'll excuse me.

[gunshot booming]

- I'll try and fix it so
you're not bored anymore.

Because the second I feel
myself fallin' asleep,

I'm gonna blow a hole
in you a foot wide.

- You do have a flair for
the dramatic, don't you?

Do you know how many
Apaches heard that blast?

Six, 10, perhaps a dozen?

But then they're in no hurry.

They're waiting for their
chief, Running Wolf.

Here I neglected to mention

that the Indian girl, Destarte,
is Running Wolf's daughter.

He'll have stopped at her grave.

[knife whooshes]
[dramatic music]

[suspenseful music]

So the captor is captured,

and the fox becomes
one of the hounds.

[dramatic music]

I'd like to present you
to Chief Running Wolf,

my father-in-law.

[suspenseful music]

[dramatic music]

[speaking in foreign language]

[Johnny grunts]

You saw what he did to
Destarte, Running Wolf.

- I saw.

Destarte has had the ceremony

that must be given the
daughter of a chief.

- I didn't know who she was.

- And the one that killed her

will die the death
that befits him.

- I didn't kill her.

- Be silent!

My white son will
tell us what passed.

- It happened like
this, Running Wolf.

Yesterday Destarte
and I were riding

through Superstition Valley.

She had never seen what lies
beyond the crooked peak.

I had promised to show her.

[hammer tapping]

Stranger, this land is
deeded to the Indians.

There's a treaty; you have
no right prospecting here.

[suspenseful music]

- I got a right
to do what I want.

I don't like no squaw
man tellin' his betters

their rights and wrongs.

So take her and
hightail it outta here

before I fill you full
of big round holes.

- Let's go, Destarte.
- Hold it.

I changed my mind.

A man gets lonesome out here

with nothin' but the
coyotes for night company.

Maybe she'd take a body's mind
off them howlin' critters.

- Destarte is my wife.

- That don't mean nothin'.

Not amongst those coyotes.

She stays!

- I would die first.

- That's just about
the choice you've got.

- You wouldn't dare shoot,
the Apaches would hear.

- It's big country, Mister,
I'll take my chances.

I have this far.

Lay your gun on the ground.

Throw it on the ground!
- I will not stay!

- I think she means it.

- Let her go.
[blow thudding]

[smack resounds]
[dramatic music]

[screaming]

[gunshots booming]

[somber music]

[dreamy music]

Go ahead, kill me like
you killed my wife.

- Uh uh, I'm not gonna do that.

You're gonna show me the fastest
way out of these mountains.

- Please, let me let
me bury Destarte first.

Then I'll show you the
fastest way out, I promise.

- All right, dig,
and make it quick.

- I left her necklace on
the grave as a sign for you

to follow the
gold-seeker and me.

- For a long time you
have taken our ways.

There is no word
for lie in Apache.

We have heard what has passed.

- He's taken more
than your ways.

There may be no word for
lie in your language,

but he's no Apache and
I'm no gold-seeker.

- If you do not seek gold,
what are you doing in our land?

- I was headin' north
to see Sa-tant-a,

Chief of the Kiawahs.

Why do you go to see
Sa-tant-a of the Kiawahs?

- Before he made
peace with the whites,

he gave me this at Fort Concho.

He made me his brother.

Now he's bad sick;
he sent for me.

- All lies, Running Wolf,
he's as treacherous as a puma.

Look what he did to
Touch the Clouds.

- I couldn't help that,
he was shootin' at me.

Look, Runnin' Wolf, will
you let me tell my story

before I pass on?

Never get a chance
to wake up again.

- Our vengeance
will not wait long.

Your words will be
wasted, but speak.

- I was makin' pretty good time,

so I slowed down
to save my horse.

I pulled into a little draw.

That's when I saw
the girl and him.

Their horses were even
more spent than mine,

especially the Indian pack
pony they had with them.

His back was bendin'
more than a young willow.

- Hello, mind sharin'
your restin' spot a while?

Looks like we're headin'
the same direction.

- I don't think so.

- Could be wrong,
it's big country.

- Yeah, very big.

Big enough for you to
go rest someplace else.

- Well now, if that's
the way you want it.

- Here, hold it; how long
have you been tracking us?

And what do you want?

- Trackin' you?

You're wrong, Mister.

I picked up your trail
a couple miles back,

but I wasn't--
- I knew it.

- But I wasn't trackin' you.

- [Gold-Seeker] Then
you'll move along.

- I can do that.

- Yes, you can; that way
you'd ambush us, wouldn't you?

- Something's wrong
with you, Mister,

but I'll tell you one thing,

I'm not gonna straddle any fence

while you make up your mind.

- Stand away from the horse.

[somber music]

Now hand over your gun.

Butt first, with your
left hand, come on.

- I'm not one for
givin' people advice,

but was that my animal I'd
lighten his burden a while.

- Both animal and
burden belong to me.

- I will fix it.

- No, leave it
alone, I'll do it!

[somber music]

- It is the dust, the gold
the others come to seek.

[horse neighing]
- Don't do that!

Stop it, Destarte, I'm
telling you stop it!

- It's not me you wanted
but the dust the dust!

It's the dust you love!

The dust you've been
stealing from my people.

- Leave that gold
alone, I'm warning you!

- You said you wanted to
take me to your world.

- Stop it!

Heathen.

- It's dust you love,
the dust, the dust!

- I told you to stop it!

[gunshots booming]

[suspenseful music]

[gunshot booming]
[blow thudding]

- Drop it, I said drop it!

[somber music]

Then we buried her.

I decided to to take him to
Fort Collins to stand trial.

That's when your brave must
have picked up our trail.

- The gold-seeker's mouth
is filled with treachery.

- That Indian pony must
still be out there somewhere

with the dust.

- It is the word of a stranger
against that of my son.

- I should have killed
you when I had the chance

[blows thudding]
[men shouting]

Look!

Destarte didn't find
all the gold he had.

He's still got some on him!

He was not hungry; rip his
coat off and you'll see!

[speaking in foreign language]

[Native Americans clamoring]

[speaking in foreign language]

[somber music]

[orchestral music]

[birds twittering]

[somber music]

["I Wish I Was in Dixie"]

Gold, gold, gold.

Bright and lovely,
hard and cold.

Saint-seducing gold.

[orchestral music]

♪ Johnny Yuma was a rebel

♪ He roamed through the west

♪ And Johnny Yuma, the rebel

♪ He wandered alone

♪ He got fightin'
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

♪ Away, away, the
rebel, Johnny Yuma ♪

♪ Was a rebel

♪ He roamed through the west

♪ And 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

♪ Here comes the
rebel, Johnny Yuma ♪

♪ John Yuma