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J' Texas j”

j' across the river j“

j' where my wandering days j”

j” are bid goodbye j”

j” just the sound of Texas j”

j” gets me... boom... In the solar plexus j”

j” it's enough to make j”

j” a grown man cry j”

J” Texas j”

j” across the river j”

j” where your name is j”

j” Tex or Sam or slim j”

j” I just gotta ride there j”

j” gotta get to the other side there j”

j” I just hope and pray j”

j” my horse can swim j”

j” 'cross the river to Texas j”

j” and I'll never more roam j”

j” making Texas my home j”

j” making Texas my home. J”

Take it easy, yancy. You got a wedding to go to.

I declare, Phoebe Ann, seems like your daddy has invited

the whole state of Louisiana to your wedding.

Well, wouldn't you if your daughter were marrying titled nobility?

Phoebe Ann, being, um, courted by a European,

is it any different than with one of our boys,

like yancy, say?

- Mm-hmm. - How?

- How? - How?

Well, with Don Andrea, when he... when we...

Well, he is just so much more romantic,

so... so passionate!

My heart is so full. I must...

Embrace you.

Your daughter brings me such joy,

such... such...

Well, i-i-i... I assure you, sir,

the entire naylor family is proud and honored

that our little Phoebe Ann

is about to become the duchess of la casala.

No, it is I who am honored.

I am the luckiest man in all the world.

In the name of our cousin, lieutenant yancy Cottle,

we hereby forbid, abolish, cancel and call off this wedding.

Amen!

I thought you were engaged to me.

Well, answer me. Weren't you?

Why, yancy, certainly you didn't mistake

a few little bitty kisses for an engagement.

You accepted my ring, didn't you?

It would have been bad manners to refuse.

And besides, you were going off to the border to shoot Indians and...

And you looked so handsome in your uniform and, oh, so brave

and the moon was shining and... stop that!

Yancy Cottle, you turn me loose or I'll...

And in case anyone here cares to dispute our intentions,

my cousin Howard and I are at your immediate service.

Right.

Ah, the ceremony begins, yes?

What do we do now?

Let us pray.

Captain stimpson, sir, what is the meaning of this intrusion?

Mr. Naylor, sir, your daughter had

an agreement with our cousin yancy

and we will not permit her to betray him.

Sir, you will apologize to my guests

and you will kindly get the hell off my plantation.

Pardon, ladies.

We will, sir, as soon as we find that damned fortune hunter.

Pardon, ladies.

Now where are you hiding him?

Don Andrea baldasar,

the Duke of la casala,

is no fortune hunter, sir.

Nor is he the man to hide

from any threat of physical violence what...

- Out of our way, sir. - But...

Oh, a military escort.

I am honored, sefiores.

We go now, yes?

We go now, yes.

What are you doing? I do not understand!

Yancy, I must insist that you leave my bedroom this minute.

This is my wedding day!

A girl with your family background

giving her hand to some nobody immigrant...

I'll have you know that noble blood flows through Don Andrea's veins.

Well, I hope that noble blood doesn't stain your white petunias.

Oh, yancy!

- Phoebe Ann! - Oh, Don Andrea!

Oh!

Oh, yancy, don't! I'll return your ring.

How did it happen, Howard?

I saw it all, Rodney.

The coward attacked him from the rear.

This is murder.

- Where are you taking me? - Hold on there.

Now see here, you can't go trampling through my house

like a herd of cattle!

If you ruffians don't leave at once, I shall...

They must be in one of those rooms.

This will take you down to the Butler's pantry.

You can go out the back way to the stables.

But this was an affair of honor. Why should I run away?

Because those men are cousins of yancy Cottle. They'll never believe us.

And neither will anyone else.

- Crawl in here, quick. - No.

- A baldasar does not crawl. - Keep looking!

When I catch him, I'll string him up myself.

Take my black horse. He's the fastest.

- Oh, thank you. - Where shall I go?

Across the border to Texas. The army won't follow you into a foreign country.

He might be in the pantry.

- Vida Mia, when will I see you again? - Oh, soon, darling.

I'll get to Texas as quick as I can.

Where in Texas? How will you find me?

I'll find you. Texas isn't even a state.

How big can it be?

- This way, fellas. Break it down! - Adios, querida.

I will not breathe till we meet again.

I do not wish to live without you.

Hasta la vista, mi vida!

Until I hold you in my arms, my love,

my life is but a handful of ashes.

Don't worry, Rodney, he won't get away.

Let's go.

Oh, now crying isn't gonna bring him back, Phoebe Ann.

There there there, Phoebe Ann.

We're all gonna miss poor yancy.

You're such a comfort to me, Rodney.

Well, after all he was my favorite cousin.

You're such a comfort.

You sure got a hard head, Hollis.

But it's getting softer by the minute.

Well, then you listen to me, because I'm telling you for the last time:

I have no authority to give you any men.

Haven't you got the authority to let a handful of Texas settlers

try and hold off the comanche without arms?

You got all the guns you need.

I got them here, but not in moccasin flat.

All I'm asking is for a couple of men

to ride gun across the comanche territory with me.

Then you go and hire yourself some gunslinger off the street.

Now where am I gonna find one stupid enough to go?

That is not my problem.

I told you before, until you texans become a part of the union

the United States cavalry is not authorized to cross that border.

Well, let me tell you something, captain,

you... you... you...

You'd better get this door fixed

before somebody thinks you keep an untidy house.

You can say that again.

And things will even look worse

unless we can spot a likely-looking gun.

- With stupid look on face. - Real stupid.

Hey, Hollis.

This just ain't my day.

Turkey Turkey Turkey.

Shoot yourself a nice big meal, friends.

Come on now, let's see how good your pa taught you how to shoot.

Or was it your ma?

All right, folks, who's gonna be the next man

to win himself a $20 Turkey?

$20, friends! Now come on, step right up here.

Who wants to be next? Why, it's easy.

Ain't nothing to it if you know how to handle a gun.

All you got to do is, um, uh uh uh,

ante up a couple of dollars and take a chance

on winning a nice fat $20 Turkey!

All you have to do is

shoot the feathers off until they're all gone,

and you're in business.

Now one miss... well...

That's why I'm in business.

Please, a question.

Yes, friend.

After I shoot all the feathers

I can sell the Turkey for $20 cash?

You shoot all those feathers off without a miss

and I'll give you $20 for it myself.

Use your own ball and rifle

and put your $2 on the counter, friend.

You will be so kind to deduct the $2 from the $20, yes?

How's that again?

I need only $15 for the boat to cross the river.

You give me $20 for the Turkey.

I take $15 and give you $5.

$2 for the game and $3 profit.

There's one thing wrong with your figuring, friend.

You're just liable to miss and I'm gonna be out $2.

Miss? I am baldasar.

Well, I'm a baptist myself,

but that never improved my aim none.

Ifyoute so dang confident,

how would you just like to put up a little collateral?

Collateral?

Yeah, like your horse maybe?

It's just in case you do miss.

Very well. Agreed.

Maybe wait till dark. Kidnap captain. Him good shot.

Captain? You're probably one of the dumbest guys that ever walked.

Nobody throw me through door, two times.

Hey, jed, maybe he'll invite you

for Turkey dinner tonight.

Hey, not bad.

- Him look like face in picture. - What?

Is face in picture.

Paper on wall say him kill soldier.

Well, better yet. We could use a fellow that shoots mean.

Kiss your Turkey goodbye, jed.

Him don't look stupid.

No, him don't.

What's wrong, jed?

Getting a little hot under the collateral?

Well, come on, shorthorn, load up. We ain't got all day.

I... I seem to lack the bullet.

Ain't that too bad?

Seems like you're also gonna lack a horse.

Well, here's one with a bullet.

No, he's got to use his own gun, mister.

Hey, that's a mighty close-shootin' rifle you got there, partner.

You, uh... you care to trade?

Well, now wait a minute, you don't think that a...

Now you ain't running a crooked Turkey shoot, are you, my friend?

Well, that squeezes real light.

Gracias. Muchisimas gracias.

Here here here. Where do you hail from, friend?

From la casala in Spain.

Well, I don't know nothing about no la casala,

but if you aim to stay healthy around these parts

you... you'd better learn to shake hands.

Ha-roar! Har!

There he is! Get him!

I owe you two boys a bullet apiece.

Ha-roar! Har!

Whoa, hey! Hold up!

Follow me, partner.

In here.

Yah! Yah! Yah!

Ha-roar! Har!

Ha-roar! Har!

- What did he say? - Ha-roar! Har!

- Hey, did you see... - They went thataway, thataway.

Ha-roar! Har!

Shh.

Are you a good swimmer?

But of course.

Well, stay real close by 'cause I never learned.

Come on.

I my country I would have a banquet for you,

hundreds of people.

And I would tell them of how you saved the life

of Don Andrea baldasar, El duque de la casala.

Well, that's quite a hunk of name.

What do folks in a hurry call you?

In la casala "your grace" is how I'm called.

Grace?

Look, um... well, here in Texas

maybe I'd just better call you... baldy.

Baldasar. Baldy?

It has a small sound,

but for you it is permitted.

- And your name? - Sam Hollis.

I am much in your debt, Sam Hollis.

If ever there will be some way in which I can repay you...

Well, company on a long ride always makes it seem shorter,

so if you care to ride along with me to moccasin flat...

This is in Texas, yes?

Oh, sure, just on the other side of comanche territory.

So long as it is in Texas I will be honored to...

- What is this comanche? - Indians.

Uh, the savage that takes the hair from the head, yes?

Yes, if you hold still long enough.

To defend you would be a privilege,

an opportunity to...

I cannot accept your generous invitation.

What do you mean?

Why can't you?

My friend, there is something about me you must be told.

I am a hunted man.

I am accused of murder.

- Yes. - Oh.

I'm indeed responsible.

But I assure you it was an affair of honor.

Baldy...

You dragged me across that river,

you let me share your Turkey,

I'm just gonna pretend like I ain't heard a word you said.

- Will you cut that out? - But I merely want...

Argh!

Hold it, hold it, he's all right. He's a kronk.

- A what? - He's from the kronk'wa tribe.

They're... they're not hostile.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I didn't understand.

Your face.

I know you from some place, yes?

In dark all redskin look alike.

No, I have the feeling that I...

We'd better get moving. Kronk, bring up the horses, huh?

But it is night. Do we not sleep?

Well, it ain't too healthy to travel through that comanche territory

in the daytime, so we'll travel at night.

Oh, when we ride, the savage sleeps, yes?

Them comanches believe the moon's an evil spirit.

Scared to ride in dark. Old-fashioned injun.

Well, the sun's coming up. Time to bed down for the day.

Sam Hollis, look.

So many of them!

Look!

Oh, what's the matter with you, baldy?

I... I figured you spotted

a comanche war party at least.

One day I will own a herd like this. It is my dream.

Are you crazy? You can't herd those devil horns.

But they are cattle, no?

Well, they were a couple of hundred years ago

when you Spaniards brought them over, but they're loco wild now.

"Cattle."

You'd have better luck trying to milk a buffalo.

Where are you going?

To the stream, to wash my face and hands.

Oh, are you expecting company?

Ha! Toro!

Toro! Ha! Toro!

Ha! Toro! Ha!

Ha! Toro!

Ha! Ha!

Toro! Toro!

Olé!

Hey, baldy, you keep spooking them longhorns,

you're gonna be pushing up grass tall enough for them to feed on.

Look!

Dirty redskins steal mules.

These guns... so many shots without reloading.

These are called six-shooters.

Six-shooters?

Now comanche know what we pack on mules.

Yeah.

And they'll be back with a whole tribe on our tail.

I am sorry, Sam Hollis.

It is all my fault.

Yeah, your fault. "Toro! Toro!"

Come on, we 'd better get moving.

No sleep. Crazy foreigner.

We'll ride through the comanche graveyard.

They're scared it's haunted.

It is haunted!

Reward picture look like him

but not show how big fool.

Come on, we're wasting time.

What picture?

That's where I see you...

In front of the soldiers.

You bring them.

You... you knew this?

Well, what's the difference, friend? You got away, didn't you?

You are not my friend.

My escape was a dishonorable trick,

only because you needed a bodyguard.

Not a bodyguard, baldy, a guard for these revolvers.

And these settlers in moccasin flat...

Why'd you go and do a thing like that?

Because I do not have the glove.

I'll tell you what, partner: Let's say that evens the score.

Now come on, let's get moving, huh?

Hey, I've only been slapped twice in my whole life,

once by my ma and another time by a fellow

who got himself buried the same day.

No one betrays a baldasar and lives.

We will have the duel.

Well, some other time, baldy. I gotta...

From now on you'll address me only as "your grace."

Grace my boy, as soon as I deliver these guns to moccasin flat,

I'm gonna address a hole right through your baldasary head.

Comanche medicine man.

The girl is sick?

Not as sick as she's gonna be.

- For what do we wait? - Baldy!

He either likes girls or he's crazy about snakes.

Look. Snakebite.

Cut quick. Make bleed.

Wrestling longhorns and jumping rattlesnakes.

Lucky thing there's no elephants around

so you can rope them, you dumb fool.

The girl.

She's all right. Okay, kronk, suck out the poison.

Yech.

What do you mean, "yech"?

Could get very sick.

Come on, kronk. You know better than that.

Why you not suck out poison?

Me? I don't even like the guy.

Not my favorite enhen

havehimfor friend, not need comanche.

"Olé! Olé!"

All right, you mule-headed redskin, I'll do it.

We just can't stand here and watch...

- Uh, bring up his horse. - Gracias.

You're a brave and generous woman.

Write her a letter. Ha!

- But what will the girl ride? - Nothing.

Them comanches ain't gonna take too kindly with us,

busting up their death ceremony.

I do not leave the girl.

You won't be happy till you get us all butchered, huh, baldy?

- Now get on your horse. - You cannot leave her to be killed!

Look, smoke writing.

What does it say?

What do you mean? You always read smoke signals.

Sorry, only read kronk.

Comanche talk of war party.

- Ah, you speak our language. - What war party?

I live in white village many year.

What war party?

Comanche burned village, killed cattle,

take me prisoner.

What war party?

Comanche talk of cattle

coming from east.

That's our herd coming in from Louisiana.

Now, if we ride right straight through to moccasin flat,

pick up some men and come back...

Go without me. I... I will manage.

Manage? You'd be riding around in circles before sundown.

I will lead him to white village.

All right. I'll tell you something:

You keep your gun on the squaw,

'cause she'll turn on you the first chance she gets.

I apologize for my companion.

He is a man with no upbringing.

What?

If you were a gentleman

you would apologize yourself.

I got no time to argue.

Sam Hollis,

you were ready to suck out the poison.

For this I'm grateful.

I aim to keep you alive for only one reason, baldy:

You and me, we've got something to settle on moccasin flat.

May I have the honor to present myself?

I am Don Andrea baldasar,

El duque de la casala.

I am called lonetta.

Lonetta, I am most happy

to make your acquaintance.

Howdy, Sam. What are you fellas doing so far from home?

Well, what are you doing making camp here in the middle of the afternoon?

Well, I had to. The cattle are plumb wore out.

Look at them... Mushy barnyard stock,

just ain't bred for trail driving. Five of 'em dead already.

Well, if you don't want arrows sticking out of the rest of them

we'd better get moving. There's comanches making this way.

Com... break camp! Break camp!

Shake it up, Hank, shake it up!

If you need the help ask for it.

Hey, Joe, give Hank a hand with that.

- Are you ready, Floyd? - Yeah, just about.

- All except for that blamed girl. - Girl? What girl?

The daughter of that rich cousin of mine in shreveport.

We picked her up on the other side of the border.

Well, what for?

Oh, some fella got himself killed on account of her,

and she talked her pa into letting her visit with us until the smell blows over.

Well, where the devil is she?

Last I've seen she was headed for that pool behind them trees.

That girl scrubs herself so dang often,

she must be down to her bones by now.

All right, come on out, lady. You're clean enough.

Oh!

- All right, we're moving. - Come on out, pronto.

Well, I can't. I don't have any clothes on!

Well, shut your eyes.

I'm staying right here until you go away.

Lady, if you feel like sporting with them comanches, you go right ahead.

- Oh, comanches! Oh, wait! - Well, shake it up.

Would you kindly turn your back

while I put my clothes on?

- They're gone! - How many of them were there?

My clothes! Someone's taken them.

Well, where did you put them?

Right on those bushes.

Yeah, they're gone all right. Those thieving comanches.

You'd better get your carcass out of there in a hurry.

Not without my clothes!

Now listen, I 7! Tell you what:

If you go in the third wagon,

the one that's owned by Floyd willet...

He is my cousin, you know, on my mother's side...

If you go in my trunk... Cousin Floyd will show you...

- You can get a pretty green dress... - Lady, why don't you shut up

- and put that on? - Oh!

That dirty old thing?

What, do you expect me to...?

What do you think you're doing?

Don't you come near here.

You stay away from here.

Don't you dare put a hand on me!

Just who do you think you are?

The name is Sam Hollis, ma'am.

Well, it's plain to see you're no gentleman.

Well, it's plain to see you ain't one either.

Oh!

Lonetta, it is wrong. The lady must ride. I will walk.

No, still sick.

With these fantastic herbs you placed on my leg,

already the swelling is gone.

Not yet, one day more.

In that case we will both ride.

If that is your wish.

When we arrive at this moccasin flat

what will you do?

Whatever you wish me to do.

Whatever I wish?

You saved me from medicine man.

For this you owe me nothing.

I owe you my life.

For you I will do anything.

- But lonetta, this... - Anything.

Oh yes, you must take care not to fall.

Hey, kronk...

You wouldn't want to bet on it.

Evening, miss naylor.

Oh, it ain't safe to walk alone at night, ma'am.

Them comanches, they move real suddenlike.

And there ain't nothing as valuable to us settlers

as a young healthy woman,

outside of cattle, that is.

Well, then maybe you'd better go escort a cow, Mr. Hollis.

Oh, you find an Indian hiding in there, ma'am,

you be sure and holler out now.

All clear, ma'am.

Just wanna see you safe inside, ma'am.

Well, good night, Mr. Hollis.

Good night, ma'am. Ooh, get down!

- What is it? - Shh!

- Comanche. - What are you gonna do?

Oh, I'll think of something.

Hold still. You're liable to...

Why, it's your friend.

No comanche's a friend of mine.

He's the one who came with you.

I'll be darned. In the dark all redskins look alike.

- Don't they? - Get out of here.

Honey, how are we ever gonna get to know each other

unless we get to know each other?

I said get out of here.

Say, you're filled out real nice, ma 'am.

Well, I have been slapped twice...

No, five... six times

in my whole life...

Seven

Mr. Hollis, you are the most ill-mannered person

- that's ever been my misfortune to... - I'm only trying to...

Oh, I know what you were trying.

What wrong?

Why... why weren't you born a comanche?

Mother run too fast.

I won't be but a moment.

Permit me to introduce myself.

I am Don Andrea baldasar, El duque de la casala.

Pleased to meet you, buster.

Welcome to moccasin flat. I'm cy Morton.

Over yonder is Emma Williams.

Say, you must be that fella

that Sam Hollis told us about.

Between the snakebite and the comanches,

we had you figured for dead by now.

Sam Hollis, he's here, yes?

Well, he's riding cover for the cattle train.

- He should be back today. - If they ain't been scalped.

Anything I can do for you, friend?

I am to meet someone here,

a young lady from the United States.

She has been inquiring for me perhaps, yes?

Not that I know of.

This is Texas, is it not?

Is it possible there is more than one Texas?

Friend, if there was more than one,

there wouldn't hardly be room for nothing else.

Comanche! Comanche!

Comanche! Comanche!

He's riding zigzag, cy.

Why, that means he wants to parlay.

Here, keep me covered.

If he starts looking at my hair, Gabe,

you be ready.

Whoo!

Just cut it out. Take it easy.

Come on, fellas. Settle down.

All they want is that Indian gal.

Now where 'd she come from?

Well, I seen her ride in with him here.

They want her back, mister,

- claim she belongs to them. - They will kill her.

If we don't turn her over to them, they'll come and get her.

- No, I will not... - Have you ever seen them comanche wild men

- when they come at you? - Send her outside.

We got kids to think about.

All the time we're gabbing here, them injuns is getting jumpy.

It would be different if Sam and the others was here.

- Let her go back to her own kind! - That's right.

We ain't risking this settlement over some dirty no-account squaw.

Have you no shame, no honor?

I don't know what he's saying,

but that's fighting lingo if I ever heard it.

That is correct. I invite you to the duel,

all of you.

Leave him be, Luke. The gal's already gone.

Are you outta your mind? They'll butcher you like a spring calf.

Why don't the blamed fool just let 'em take her?

Take her? Would you let 'em take me?

Lonetta, why do you choose to die?

Go back. They will think you challenge them.

Only a coward would do less.

Lonetta.

Go back. You'll be killed.

A baldasar? Never!

Yah!

- Get inside the wagon. - With you, I suppose.

Thank you for the invitation, ma'am,

but right now there's gunfire coming from moccasin flat.

Olé!

Ha! Ha!

Why, you dumb fool tenderfoot,

are you trying to take on that whole tribe single-handed?

When one is alone, one must become an army.

Well, I'm glad to see you're still

in one piece, Mr. Hero.

You and me has got some unfinished business to... oh!

Forgive me, Sam Hollis.

Comanche run for hills.

Why you look so funny?

And one laugh out of you and I'll boot you so hard

your whole tribe will fall down.

I do not laugh at your pain,

but the location...

Well, seeing as how you've got such a fine sense of humor, baldy,

maybe you can think of something funny

to write down on your tombstone.

Do not be afraid.

If you harm her, I will...

Now don't get yourself all heated up.

We just want to take back

- some of the things we said. - Ah.

Standing up to them injuns like you done,

we'd be right proud to have you stay on in moccasin flat, friend.

I accept your apology.

We aim to back up our invite

with 1000 acres of good Texas land,

- free and clear. - 1000 acres?

We know it ain't much, but it's a start.

This is most generous.

Of course, land don't mean much without cattle.

Uh, you see that wagon train coming in yonder?

Five of them cows are yours too.

And the bull's on me.

To build a great herd, this is my dream.

Ihate to wake you up, friend.

What are you getting at, Floyd?

We left a trail of carcasses from here clear back to the border.

Lucky if a dozen head of those cattle are still on their feet by nightfall.

- Oh, I understand. - Sorry, stranger.

Your intentions were most honorable.

You will have cattle.

Lonetta, did you not hear what he said?

More even than your dream.

Feather of chief.

Big honor get shot by chief.

Yeah, one more big honor like that and I'll be riding side-saddle.

Why mad at me?

I ain't mad. I'm just sore.

White man speak with forked tongue.

Now what the devil is that supposed to mean?

Mean?

Old Indian saying.

All old Indians say it.

Whoa! Whoa!

Cousin Floyd,

I wonder if one of these handsome gentlemen would be...

Willing to lend me a hand with my things.

Yes, ma'am.

Cousin Floyd will show you where to put these things.

You come. Sam Hollis sick. Call your name.

I beg your pardon.

Him shot, no doctor.

- Shot? - Arrow go deep.

- Where? - In trading post.

Me go. Can't watch friend suffer.

Phoebe... Phoebe Ann.

Here I am, Mr. Hollis.

Who... who's there? Is that you, ma?

Oh, ma, ma...

No, it's me, Mr. Hollis, miss naylor.

- Phoebe Ann naylor? - Oh, miss naylor, you're all right.

Why the injuns didn't get you after all.

No, I'm quite safe, thank you.

Oh, and about last night in the wagon...

Please forgive me for all the liberties.

Oh oh, Phoebe Ann.

- Oh... - You poor man.

- Oh, don't go away. Don't go away. - Oh dear.

- Where are you? Phoebe Ann? - I'm right here, right here.

Comanches... Got to protect Phoebe Ann.

Beautiful Phoebe Ann.

Stay away from her, you dam... Darn redskin.

Oh, wake up, Sam... Mr. Hollis.

You're safe,

at the settlement.

Oh, ma... oh, ma...

These are not cattle, lonetta.

These are the wild longhorn.

We will tame them.

It's impossible. Sam Hollis says...

There is much white man not know.

When dark, we drive six away from herd.

From these six, we'll grow your dream.

Now it is you who dream, lonetta.

One man, one woman... How can we do this?

One man, one woman is enough for many things.

- We do it. - How?

Fire and water.

With fire we drive longhorns from herd.

Three day, three nights, we keep them from water.

On fourth day, we let them drink.

On the fourth day, they will be dead.

No, will be tame.

This is secret comanche know.

Well, I hope it's a secret the longhorn also know.

Yah! Yah!

Yah! Yah! Toro! Yah!

Yah! Yah! Toro! Yah!

Yah! Yah!

Yah!

Are you hurt?

- We must stop them, they smell the water. - What water?

Beyond that hill, there is a dead pool.

Black water. If they drink, they will die.

- Out of the way, quick. - If they drink, they will die.

Run, lonetta, run.

What... what water is this that burns?

Many places where one digs there flows this black poison.

It is curse of Texas.

I pray on my thousand acres

we do not find this black poison.

Lonetta, take care. They will...

Don't worry. They are tame now.

Whoo!

Lonetta, we did it. You did it.

White man learn secret.

Tame longhorn.

Now many come, bring more guns.

Must wipe out settlement.

Good thinking, dad.

Make smoke.

Signal all tribes gather warriors to...

Yah! Yah!

Hey. Hey.

Well, I'll be.

You and me both.

It ain't possible.

That is what I thought, but lonetta knew othenivise.

Three days we keep the water from these beasts,

and they are pussycats.

You know what this means?

All the longhorns we can handle, free for the taking.

It means a heard of cattle for every settler.

I'm beginning to feel rich already.

Sure was a lucky day for moccasin flat when you rode in, buster.

I mean, Mr. Baldysar.

- It is lonetta who... - Baldasar...

Say, you wouldn't be that Duke fella that

Phoebe Ann's been asking about are you?

Phoebe Ann, she's here?

Where does she stay?

She's been spending quite a bit of time with...

In the trading post.

Lonetta, did you hear?

She's here. My future bride.

Come on.

Yah!

I declare, kronk, I never knew a man

to stay delirious for three whole days.

Comanche never use clean arrow.

Comanche, back. Back, comanche.

Lie quiet, Sam. There's no comanches here.

- Ma? - No, Sam, it's Phoebe Ann.

Oh, miss naylor, ma'am. It's you.

Will I never get better?

Not unless you get out of that bed.

I declare, I think I've held you back by pampering you.

- Pampering, ma'am? - If you don't have the will to get back on your feet,

then there's nothing I can do for you.

Oh, I'm willing, ma'am. I mean...

I'll fight this thing through if it kills me.

- Ooh. - Oh.

Oh, ma.

Got to protect Phoebe Ann.

Got to protect Phoebe Ann.

That's all right, Sam. That's all right.

The young lady from the United States, where is she?

I make a big surprise, yes?

Yes.

I've got to protect Phoebe Ann.

- I've got to protect. - Sam... Sam...

Darling!

Sweetheart...

Don't you knock before entering a man's bedroom?

Forgive me, I did not realize that...

Phoebe Ann, what is this?

Don Andrea, darling, don't you go thinking

what I see you're thinking, hear?

The eye, it does not lie to the brain.

Honey, you don't have to explain nothing to him.

You two know each other?

- He calls you honey. - Of course, that's because he's been...

Why are your clothes all wet?

Lonetta runs into the stream after we tame the cattle...

I'll bet that ain't all you tamed.

What cattle?

You are here with my wife-to-be and you dare to insinuate...

- Who's lonetta? - Oh, her and him, they've been away together...

Wife-to-be?

- Lonetta is a brave... - Oh, you're loco, baldy. She's my girl.

- Lonetta is your girl? - No, you're my girl.

- Who is lonetta? - You are his girl?

The prettiest little Indian squaw you ever did see,

and they've been away three day and nights.

And you walk in here, accusing me...

- I am not your girl. - Of course you are.

- Ever since that night in your wagon... - What night in her wagon?

- I'd say about four nights ago when... - That's not true.

- Five nights ago? - It was four nights ago, but he's all confused.

Sometimes he thinks I'm his mother.

I do not care if he thinks you're his father.

He did not hold you like a son.

- I've been sick. - He hasn't eaten for days.

That's cause of the arrow that got shot in his leg.

His leg? He was shot right in the...

Watch your language, baldy, there's a lady present.

That is not the fist of a sick man.

You are well. I am well.

- We duel now. - I'll get my gun.

A duel... oh, no.

Don't you worry about me. It's going to be all right.

Why, you...!

I'll admit it ain't neat, but it's handy.

Thanks.

Hey, kronk, lend baldy your six-shooter.

I will need but one bullet.

I intend to use all six of mine.

Oh, Don Andrea, Sam, don't, please.

Fill up yourjugs, folks.

Grab your violins and your squeezeboxes.

Well, what's up, old timer?

Oh, the biggest flag on the biggest pole

in the biggest hole you can dig, that's what's up.

We're citizens of the newest and biggest state in the union...

Texas!

Get ready for the ceremonies, folks.

Here's comes the United States cavalry.

The cavalry! Oh, Don Andrea!

Get on your horse, hurry! They'll shoot you.

Say, doesn't that look like...?

It sure does.

And if it is, this time...

We sure won't.

- Oh, run. - I refuse.

- How long can a man of honor... - They have many guns.

Oh, listen to her. She...

You must be lonetta.

Oh, please, Don Andrea, I don't want to be a widow before I'm a bride.

Very well, I go.

But not because of you.

- Because a woman's - wish is a sacred. - I know. I know.

I know. I know.

It is. It's baldasar.

Ha-roar!

Har!

Wasn't much of a ceremony, was it?

Say, Phoebe Ann, that fella baldasar killed,

he wasn't a cavalry man, was he?

Oh, that's too bad.

Fighting injuns, training longhorns, he was a good man.

We ought to think up something real proud

- to put on his stone. - Oh!

That's right. You know, outside of wanting to shoot the man,

I kind of liked ol' baldy.

I-I have a terrible feeling I'm never

going to lay eyes on him again.

Now, miss Phoebe Ann, let me see you home, huh?

He was a wonderful person.

And I'll fight any man who says different.

Oh, Mr. Hollis.

Sam, you're such a comfort to me.

Such a comfort.

Suna mah gom. Hmm.

Psst—psst.

Ha-roar! Har!

Ha-roar! Har!

Ha-roar! Har!

Now are you sure there's nothing I can do for you, miss Phoebe?

- No, thank you. - Sam...

- See you a minute? - Will you excuse me, ma'am?

As long as there ain't going to be any flag raising,

we ought to get started and round up some longhorns.

You go on up ahead. I'll catch up with you.

We'll need every hand we can get, Sam.

The least we can do for that brave boy

is make his dream come true.

Well, that's the way it's got to be, men.

I don't care how hard we have to drive ourselves,

we're going to round up every stray longhorn there is.

That's the least we can do for good old baldy...

That brave boy.

All right, Hank, bring 'em in there.

- Watch 'em. - Watch 'em up there.

Come on. Watch 'em. Thattaboy.

Bring 'em on in.

Come on. Get 'em up. Get 'em up there.

Ha-roar! Har!

Better lock gate tight.

Now what's eating you, kronk?

You let longhorn drink after two days, get wild again.

Wild? If they were any tamer, they'd be locking the gate themselves.

Baldy say three days.

Well, anything baldy can do in three days, I can do in less.

Some things maybe even quicker than that.

Some things maybe never.

Floyd, cy...

Get all the wagons and set them up for barricades.

Move!

What the heck are you doing?

- Try to make rain. - What for?

Comanche get wet, maybe go home to dry off.

I don't mind the dancing, but do you have to yell?

In war, Indians always yell.

Why?

Why not?

Best brave shoot fire arrow into sky...

Signal attack.

Make every bullet count.

Only good Indian, dead Indian.

Kronk play joke.

Kronk, slip out there and see if you can find that cavalry.

Last time see cavalry, head to comanche hills.

All right, get going.

Many comanche, only one me.

Don't worry, kronk. All you have to do is

keep your eyes open and stay low.

How low?

Forget it.

Not bad.

Sam, I'm scared.

Scared? Who ain't?

I ain't sure what you're doing, but keep on doing it.

Sam, the schoolhouse.

Maybe the cavalry will see the smoke.

He don't think so.

Lonetta, for two days,

you helped me run from them,

and yet you speak very little.

I have said something to offend you?

Yes?

Then why are you silent?

Indian woman keep much inside.

If you would but tell me?

So be it.

I shall not ask.

Ask.

Then there is something.

What is it?

A man looks at many things

but sometimes he does not see what is under his eyes.

That is true, lonetta.

I myself have known such men.

A campfire gives flame, smoke.

- This you see. - Of course.

A fire inside gives no flame,

no smoke, but it burns as hot.

A fire inside?

In me there is such a fire.

You do not see it, but it burns for you.

For me?

Stronger even than the fire in the settlement.

What fire?

Comanche.

The soldiers... why do they not see the smoke?

They have eyes only for your trail.

They hunt you like coyote.

I must tell them of the danger.

No, they will shoot you even before you speak.

But if they hunt me, they will follow me to the settlement.

And how will you escape?

If I do not go, Phoebe Ann and the others, they will be killed.

If you do this, you will be killed.

Have you no wish to live?

I wish to live,

but what is life without honor?

What is honor without life?

Stay with me.

You do this because of her.

I did no less for you.

Not yet. We're getting low on ammunition.

Not yet.

Will you wait until I yell the command?

Me wait. Finger not wait.

All right, now.

Gun empty.

Yell, "bang, bang."

For comanche, need bullets not jokes.

There goes my last bullet.

Sam!

Well, Phoebe Ann, it's been nice knowing you.

Sam, that night in my wagon...

Now I wish you hadn't given up so easily.

Well, I appreciate your thinking, honey,

but I sure can't say too much for your timing.

Look out!

Luke, summon your men. Give a hand.

Hey, Rodney,

what are we gonna do about those Indians?

- What Indians? - What?

Too... too narrow.

Baldy's spirit have to sleep standing up.

That's for the new flagpole, kronk.

Baldy's grave is down by the corral.

The jury dug it before the trial started.

'Tenshun!

But, Rodney,

you can't go shoot a man just like that.

Well, we gave him a fair trial, Phoebe Ann.

Fair? With you, the judge and Howard defending him?

You wouldn't want a man to go to trial

- without a lawyer, would you? - Oh!

- Baldasar. - Hold it.

Please.

Indian way to say goodbye.

Forward, march.

But I swear it wasn't his fault.

If Howard hadn't pushed that door in,

Don Andrea wouldn't have dreamed of bumping yancy out that window.

Now, Phoebe Ann, you know perfectly well that no officer

of the United States cavalry would ever let himself get caught

- in that position. - Of course not.

It's the most ridiculous story I ever heard.

Of all the stupid clumsy...

- Howard. - I told you he attacked him from the rear.

Guards.

Release that prisoner!

Thank you, Phoebe Ann.

And thank you, my friends.

There is one matter that must be dealt with

before we celebrate.

Owing to certain circumstances

over which I had no control,

it unfortunately has been impossible

to give you the satisfaction to which you are entitled.

Polite talk for "put gun where mouth is."

Well, there ain't no sense in wasting a good grave.

I ain't digging no hole with bullets flying.

Out of the way, everybody.

Finish digging that hole, sergeant.

Sergeant? But, Rodney...

What was that, corporal?

Nothing, captain.

- 10 paces. - 10 paces?

Why, that is customary.

Do you wish to give the command to begin or shall I?

I don't know what you got in mind, baldy,

- but I'm here for a shootout. - Precisely.

You take 10 steps that way. I take 10 steps this way.

- Then we turn... - Turn, steps.

I ain't here for no square dance.

Now which end of town you want to come from?

End of town?

Look, quit stalling. You wanna come from that end or yonder?

No, you stand so.

- I stand so. And then... - Back to back?

Now what kind of shootout is that?

Please, Sam Hollis, I have dueled many times in Spain and I know...

This ain't Spain. It's Texas.

Even a simple duel you cannot perform in a civilized manner.

Madre Mia!

We've had civilized killing around here for years.

I come from one end of town like this,

and you come from the other end, and when you get the itch, you draw.

We walk all the way there, then back here,

when we are already here? Foolish.

What's foolish about it? That's the way we always do it.

Why?

Because that's the way it's always done in the west!

There is no need to shout.

Even in death, one can still be a gentleman.

Which end of town do you wanna come from?

- You truly wish to walk all... - Yeah!

Well, what are you waiting for?

For you to start itching.

Baldy, now you and me,

we've been doing a hunk of living together and...

I don't exactly feel like shooting you.

I, too, have little desire

to shoot holes through you, Sam Hollis.

Yeah, all that bleeding and mess.

I agree.

What do you propose?

Oh, I don't know.

If you only hadn't slapped me in front of the kronk, you know.

Ahh, your pride.

This I understand.

Perhaps if you were to slap me,

this would satisfy you?

Oh, that'll even things up fine.

My cheek is at your disposal.

The glove.

Oh, sorry.

I did not slap you so hard.

That wasn't hard. You hit me a lot harder.

No, I only slapped you so.

- How hard did I slap you? - You slapped me so.

That's a lie.

I didn't slap you any harder than this.

Not true. It was more like this.

Just stop it.

You all right, honey?

Oh, yes, darling,

now that you're safe.

Oh, lonetta, my love.

Your face.

Help! Hey! Get me out of here!

Hey hey, over here!

Every time dig hole,

black poison shoot up. Now have to move town.

Texas!

Well, if it was up to me,

I'd give it back to the Indians.

Who wants it?

J” they may Rob and loot me j”

j” they can stab me or even shoot me j”

j” I'll be smiling j”

j” if they plant me there j”

j” 'cross the river to Texas j”

j” 'cross the river to Texas. J”