All language subtitles for Comanche Moon 3 Western 2008 en

Come in.

I'm sorry about Nellie, Gus.

Nellie had been... needin' to go
for a while now. I know that.

Needin' to go's one thing.

Bein' gone's another.

What's the ruckus?

Civil War's over.

Lee sat down with Grant
somewhere in Virginia.

Sit with me
for a minute, Woodrow.

Wasn't hardly married a year.

I wish Nell
could have lived on and on.

If I get that sick,
I see no point in lingerin'.

We're all just lingerin', Woodrow.

None of us can avoid dyin'.

But ol' Scull did the best job of it
of any man I know

while that ol' bandit had him.

Captain Scull predicted
the war years ago, remember?

Went off to be a hero...

while me and you stayed in Texas,

helped the governor keep
the Comanches at bay.

That's why I come.

Governor wants to see us.

Maybe I oughta be fully sober
if I'm gonna meet with the governor.

Well, I've known you
for a good many years, Gus...

but I've rarely seen you
fully sober.

He may not wanna wait that long.

Durned if that boy of Maggie's

isn't the spittin' image
of Woodrow Call.

You hush up about that, Joe Stewart.
That's none of your business.

Maggie's wonderful help,
and if you say a bad word about her,

I'll nail your hide to the back door.

Gosh, Annie, I wasn't gonna say
anything bad about Maggie.

She's the best clerk
anybody could want.

She's also a woman
who's done her best,

and you don't be commentin' on
things that are none of your business.

Gosh.

If ol' Scull had died
in that pit in Mexico,

you think the Yankees
would've still won the war?

How would I know?
They made Scull a general.

He won some battles,
but I don't know about the war.

Yeah, Robert E. Lee
could've eventually

whipped Grant and Sherman,

but you throw Scull into it...

that's too much for
even Robert E. Lee.

Entwhistle, this is a damn shock.

Would... wages
persuade you to stay?

I'm afraid not, sir.

The truth is,

I cannot abide Madame.

She made a rather licentious
suggestion this morning,

and well, it's more
than I can tolerate.

If you'll excuse me, sir.

What's wrong with
that fool Entwhistle?

I just passed him,
and he didn't bow.

He just gave notice.
He doesn't work for us anymore.

I assume you offered
to copulate with him

and he turned
you down, didn't he?

As a matter of fact,
he did turn me down,

the insolent prude.

Now that the war's over,

and you've returned
to tend to our affairs,

our plantation in Cuba
requires a visit.

I booked passage
out of Boston Monday next.

It's a free country, Inish,
or at least it was

until you filthy Yankees
won the war.

It was your imbecile cousins
that lost the war, my dear,

and I should shoot you
where you breathe,

you impertinent slut.

Since when has propositionin'
the butler been grounds for murder?

You have much to learn
about the ways of Boston, my dear.

Copulation can be forgiven...

but the loss of a butler...

is fatal.

Well, gentlemen,
our old Confederacy is lost.

That'll mean changes.

Union military men
will start showin' up pretty soon,

tryin' to tell us what to do.

It would be foolish to disband
the Rangers, Governor.

Somebody's gotta fight the Indians.

True enough,
but the military attitude

is that regulars are
always better than irregulars...

like your troop.

So we'll just have
to see what develops.

My wife died in a room
that was hardly fit for a dog.

If I ever get another wife,
I mean to do better by her.

If that means quit rangerin',
then so be it.

We may not get a chance to quit.
The Yankees may fire us.

Well, I'm gonna excuse myself
and take a little ride.

If I don't, I'll just sit around
thinkin' about Nellie. That's no good.

Be back before dark.

Be watchful.

Those wild Indians
are as wild as ever.

I'm wild myself, Woodrow.

Yeah, there you go, yeah!

Go, Newt!

Keep it goin'.

The chilies in the stew came straight
from Maggie's garden, Captain.

I'll be headin' home now

so's you can enjoy
your meal together.

Thank you, Pearlie.

Bye, Pearl.

Good day, Miss Coleman.

Bye now.

Those belong to Jake.

He's my friend.

Those are Jake's
gardenin' boots.

He's been helpin' me
put in a better garden.

Store keeps me so busy,
I can never seem to get

my peas to grow
or my turnips, either.

Newt's mighty fond of snap peas,

and I need my chilies and peppers.

Jake's been a help.

He's helped me
with my penmanship, too.

Now that I do the accounts,
take inventory at the store,

I need to improve my old scrawl.

I'm surprised Jake
writes such a careful hand.

Jake's never been too careful
about much of anything.

He's makin' me a top.

For being such
a help to your mother.

I seen you carryin'
her groceries home.

What do you say, Newt?

Thank you, Captain Woodrow.

Thank you for the meal.

Those pork chops
were mighty tasty.

Good night, Woodrow.

Good night.

Good night, sir.

Where's Captain McCrae
this morning?

Captain McCrae came back
yesterday and left again.

Did he say where he was goin'?

- No, sir.
- Or when he'd be back?

Oh, hell.

Morning, sir.

Would you be
Captain Woodrow Call?

I am, and good morning
to you, Major.

Is Captain McCrae
available as well?

I was told to contact the two of you
about the availability of scouts.

Captain McCrae had to bury
his wife yesterday.

He needed to take a ride.

Now that's awkward.
When will the man be back?

He didn't say, sir.

Damn it.

We're all apt
to have to bury wives.

I have buried one myself without
feeling it necessary to leave my post.

I can send our tracker out
to track him if it's urgent.

Of course it's urgent.

I'm told that during the Civil War,
the savages, Comanches in particular,

have gotten completely out of hand.

The Comanches have always been
completely out of hand, Major.

We're only 20 rangers,
doin' the best we could,

but it's a big frontier and water's scarce
once you get up on the state plains.

I suppose I can find water
when I need to, Captain.

Send your tracker
and bring Captain McCrae back now.

We'll be having two platoons
of cavalry here by the end of the week,

and then we'll show
those Comanches what for.

All right.

Hello, Famous Shoes.

We've lost Captain McCrae.
His wife died.

He's gone off to grieve then.

I killed this weasel yesterday.

What's so important
about a weasel?

There ain't even that much to eat.

It's a black weasel.

Belongs up
by the Platte River, not here.

Could you spare the time
to find Captain McCrae?

Captain McCrae passed by
early this morning.

Then you can catch up with him.

Go with him, Corporal Parker.

Tell Gus the military
is pressing us

and he needs to get back.

Quicker you go,
quicker you'll be back.

Dear Gus.

I'm so sorry to hear about Nellie.

She was not very robust
even when I knew her.

There is grief
in this house, too.

We lost our brave little \Jimmy
in February.

It is a grief that
will never leave my heart.

Thankfully, my girls
are healthy sprats.

There is plenty harsh
in the pioneer life,

but there is enough good
mixed with it to make it bearable.

Bob's doing well
in the horse business.

Take good care of yourself, Gus.

My girls hope
to meet you one day.

Love, Clara.

Gussy. Gussy!

You didn't say good night.

I might have wanted a kiss.

Clara, I have had...

Durn you, Clara!
Get on my horse backwards,

which I'll never live down,
now I put my hat on backwards, too!

I won't tell.

Now that you're awake,
could you spare a spot of bacon?

I left in a hurry
and didn't provision.

If it ain't the legendary
Charlie Goodnight,

the scout who's never been lost.

In the saddle bags,
along with the fry pan.

There's a hard biscuit or two
if you can find 'em.

Do you fear God, Charlie?

Nope. Too busy.

You a God-fearin' man?

I would have not supposed it.

I ain't...

but I suspect I oughta be.

He took my wife.
He could take me next.

He might as well if you lay around
sleepin' till the day is done.

I heard you plunged
into the cattle trade.

Nope, but I will
when I pass this way again.

Market in Colorado's
very active now.

Yeah, unless you've got
a new breed of cattle

that can drink the air,

you'll never make it to Colorado.

There's mighty sparse water
in that direction.

There's the Pecos.
Fine, wet river.

Yeah.

Well, if you make it to Denver...

and you run into Matty Roberts...

tell her that she's
got a friend in Texas.

Matty's a fine woman.

She's in the love business,
but love ain't been kind to her.

What do you mean,
love ain't been kind?

Matilda's dyin',
that's what I mean.

Matty's dyin'?
Of what?

I suppose she's
just dyin' of livin'.

That's the one infection

that strikes us all down
sooner or later.

You look poorly to me, McCrae.

If you were under my orders,
I'd order you home.

Well, I ain't under your orders.

And I ain't a child that nobody
appointed you to watch over me.

I was concerned
you might've lost your snap.

But I guess you ain't.
Good-bye.

Durned if I can understand
how you can see tracks,

movin' as fast as you do.

I'm not tracking Captain McCrae.

I know where he is going.

You know,
Gus is pretty stubborn.

What if he don't want
to come back?

I'm not a jailer.

Well, he sure ain't
gonna listen to me, then.

He might not even
listen to Captain Call

or even the governor,
for all I know.

So where's
he gone off to, anyway?

The place where Buffalo Hump
almost killed him when he was young.

It's a place with many spirits.

I think he wants to visit
some of the spirits he once knew.

Well, ain't this a surprise.

Guess you're both workin'
for the Yankees now.

No, we ain't, Captain.

I'm still a ranger just like you.

I sure am glad you ain't dead.

He ain't crazy, is he?

No...

I just rode off to think
for a few days,

and one of the things
I was gonna think about

was the fact that I ain't dead.

Why you need
to think about that?

Because people die, Pea,
they die every day.

You remember when we found you
settin' next to that corn crib?

Bunch of farmers and their families
were massacred that day, too.

I once knew a fine gal
named Matty Roberts.

The Great Western,
we used to call her.

We met Matty
on my first ranger patrol.

Now, Charlie Goodnight tells me
that she's dyin' up in Denver,

and I hope it ain't true,

but if it is, Matty
gave life a good go.

She came up from this river
carryin' a big ol' snappin' turtle

which she pitched into
a bunch of us younger rangers,

and Long Bill
nearly fell off the bluff...

tryin' to get free of that snapper.

Now Billy Coleman's dead...

my Nellie's dead...

and a bunch more people
I've known ain't among us anymore.

Good luck and bad.

Now, that is a matter to ponder.

Right out there's
where ol' Buffalo Hump

nearly killed me with his lance
during a lightnin' storm.

I outrun him,

and all I got to show
for the experience is a scar on my ass.

Luck.

Pure luck.

Buffalo Hump
is not the leader anymore.

The cholera weakened him.

Peta Nocona is the leader now.

Well, whoever it is will have to contend
with the Yankee army now.

I give 'em five years at most
till the Comanches are finished.

Where you goin'?

See if I can find more
of those black weasels.

Just saw Jake
comin' out of Maggie's place.

I seen him carryin'
her groceries a time or two.

A man ought to help
a woman carry her groceries.

I mean, I know he's been
helpin' her with the garden.

I am ignorant
in that field myself.

Not as ignorant
as you are in the woman field.

If Maggie was the sun,

you'd need to carry
around a sundial

just to let you know
it was a cloudy day.

You can just hold off
on the fancy talk.

You think he'd try to...

compromise Maggie?

Jake's been bunkin' with Maggie
for at least a year now, Woodrow.

How you have managed
to miss it this long

is a question for the wise men.

I never would have expected her
to accept Jake Spoon.

Why not?

I admit Jake's lazy.

I expect he cheats at cards
if he thinks he can get away with it.

But he helps ladies
with their groceries.

He'll even paint a lady's house
if he thinks the lady's pretty enough.

Maggie's pretty enough.

She is, yes,

though I ain't noticed Jake
doin' many favors for ugly gals.

Damn it.

That man has taken
advantage of her.

No, I don't think so.

Jake's been about as good to Maggie
as he's capable of bein',

and a damn sight more helpful
than you've ever been.

Now, why would you say that?

I say that because it's true.

I have no doubt
you think I'm in the wrong.

You fuss at me about my whorin'?

I guess I got a right
to fuss back a little,

especially if the matter
under discussion is crystal clear.

It may be crystal clear to you,

but it's damn murky to me.

That boy is your son,
as sure as sunlight,

but you won't claim him
or give him your name.

Pea Eye's more of a pa
to him than you are.

So am I.

So's Jake,
so are most of the boys.

He's right, Captain.

Sure as sunlight.

Maggie Tilton would give anything
to be married to you, Woodrow.

She knows Jake ain't
half the man that you are,

but he ain't the worst fella
in the world, and at least he tries.

What I don't understand
is why Maggie tolerates you at all.

- Deets.
- Captain?

Would you...
take Newt over to his mother?

Ask her to provide him
with a cap.

With no cap, the boy
might get a sunstroke

on a day as hot as this.

Glad to do it, Captain.

Ma, Captain Woodrow
says you need to give me a cap.

He says I might
get sunstroke if you don't.

- Hello, Deets.
- Ma'am.

Thanks, Ma.

If I was taller, I bet I could
reach up and touch the moon.

If you was taller,
maybe you could.

Jake says there's a man
that lives in the moonbeams.

How'd he get up there?

Well, when the moon
got close to the Earth...

and real big in the sky
like it is now...

it might be that he had
a good, strong horse

and they got a running start,

and they jumped right up
onto that moon.

I'm gonna tell Jake.

When I asked him,
he said he didn't know.

Yes, Jake mostly stays here

when I can keep him
out of the saloon.

You let Jake stay?

Why?

I ain't a stone, Woodrow.

I guess I don't know
what you're trying to say.

No, you don't.

You're too strong.

You don't understand
because you ain't weak,

and you got no sympathy
for those who are.

I'm tryin' my best, Woodrow.

Not everybody's like you.

I can't live without affection.

I need a friendly smile
now and then,

a man to put his arm
around my shoulder.

If that makes you think less of me,
I can't help that.

Jake is kind to me,

and he likes Newt.

I swear, if I didn't have someone
around who liked my son,

I expect I would have
given up the ghost.

I don't want you
to give up the ghost.

I wasn't meant to live alone.

I know it suits you,
but it don't suit other people.

I know Jake's been a help
with the boy and with the garden,

but he's young
and he's careless and...

I just hope he hasn't
compromised you.

That was wasteful.

Wasteful?

Not as wasteful
as my life has mostly been.

You compromised me,
Woodrow, you!

Not Jake, you!

I would have been
a good wife to you, Woodrow,

and Newt is your son,

and he's a good,
fine little boy,

but you won't claim him.

I hope you think about that.

I hope you think about
how you betrayed your little son,

every day, till the day you die.

You don't deserve Newt.
You don't.

You don't even deserve me.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Newt.

I'm so, so sorry.

I'm so, so sorry.

Come on, ladies!

Hurry, come on now!

Yeah, run!

How many red savages do you estimate
we're pursuing, Captain McCrae?

The problem with gettin' an accurate
count of these Comanche parties

is that by the time you get
close enough to do a precise job,

they turn around and...

give you the kind
of haircut that you don't want.

Well. You mean they might scalp us?

Yeah.

Dickas here is bald. He wouldn't
have much to offer a scalper.

And glad I am of it, sir.

Don't get too comfortable, Corporal.

They might find something else
to cut off you.

How far ahead do you suppose
Captain Call and Mr. Goodnight are

with the main body of our troops?

Too far to suit me.

We're the slow wing
in this operation.

Slow, sir? You consider us slow?

Seems to me we've come quite
a distance since we left the fort.

That would not be
Charlie Goodnight's opinion,

nor Woodrow Call's either.

We camp at night and sleep.

Call and Goodnight rarely pause
just 'cause the sun's set.

Charlie Goodnight probably
sleeps in the saddle

as much as he sleeps in a bed.

That's quite irregular, Captain.

I seem to have lost my compass.

I must have dropped it
when we were crossing that...

declivity... what'd you call it?

Gully.

If you dropped
your compass there, Major,

it's covered over
with sand by now.

- I got a spare.
- No, sir. It won't do.

That compass was
given me by my father,

who was given it by his father.
It was made in Reading, England,

and my father will certainly
expect me to hand it back

when I'm through soldiering.
I will find it.

While I'm gone, Corporal Dickas
will give out some prunes.

Regular motions are essential
on a mission like this.

It's a waste of time arguin'
with men like that, Captain.

Agreed. Let the plains
do the arguin'.

I'm damned if I'm gonna eat
one of them wrinkly things,

so you can have that back.

What kind of tree grows a prune?

Don't scorn the prunes, boys.

Humble though they may be,

we may find ourselves
out on the plains

where a few prunes
will look mighty good.

Easy, easy!

Easy.

Find your compass, Major?

Of course I did.
That's why I'm back.

It was right there
in that declivity.

Gully.

Captain, we got company.

Uh-oh, trouble before breakfast...

if there is breakfast.

I expected you to keep up, McCrae.
I suppose the military held you back?

Oh, we're mainly a speedy troop,

but the major here
lost his compass

and had to go back to recover it.

It was made in Reading, England.

As you can see, Mr. Goodnight,
we could all use a bath.

Any good springs
along this route?

Well, yes, now
that you mention it,

there's an excellent spring
about 300 miles north.

You could make it there in a week
if you don't lose your compass again.

There's a bright side to everything,
even though you're slow to see it.

Now, thanks to the major
displacing his compass,

our horses got a fair night's rest,
which they surely needed.

Might make all the difference

if we have to chase
a Comanche very far.

Your horses are
just glue bags with legs.

Charlie, I fear you're mad at me
for not keeping up.

I'll get over it.

But I won't come back
for you and your men, Major,

if you drop your compass again.

That damn skunk
ain't hardly never polite.

I don't see Peta Nocona
or Quanah, either.

Nope. Gone huntin'.

There's an abundance of buffalo
up by the Canadian River.

There's only a few warriors.

We won't get the leaders,
but we might get that horse herd.

Let's move.

Round 'em up, boys!

Move 'em along!

Don't shoot, Charlie,
she's got blue eyes.

Get in there!

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

Easy. Easy, easy.

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

This woman could be
the long-lost Parker girl.

Who's the Parker girl?

Cynthia Ann Parker
got stolen nearly 25 years ago.

What makes you think
it's her, Charlie?

Been around the Parkers
ever since I came to Texas.

This woman looks like
a Parker to me.

They say Peta Nocona's
her husband.

Quanah's her son.

They're the Comanche leaders now.

She's been with 'em so long
she doesn't know English anymore.

She was born a Parker,
but she's Comanche now.

If you're certain she's white,
we'll have to take her back.

We know that, Major,

but what you don't know
is the hell her life will be once we do.

Been merciful if you'd shot her.

We can't shoot her
and we can't leave her.

Take her back to Austin.
Her folks can claim her there.

- Looks like a white woman.
- Yeah.

Hey, Newt, what
you been up to, huh?

I've been waiting
for you to come home.

Yeah. It's a real cowboy.

Guess we finally made
it back, didn't we?

See that woman
and that baby over there?

She's been livin' with
the Comanche for 25 years.

Pea's the one brought her back.

We raided their camp,
and they almost got us.

- They did.
- They almost got us!

Arrows and lances.
We had guns, though.

Yeah, we did. You should have
been there with us.

We made it back.
They almost killed me!

Clara?

My God!

It's really you!

Why didn't you write?
What if I'd missed you?

I knew you'd be back, Gus.

I did write, but I decided
to come see you instead.

How's your... family?

I lost a son, my Jimmy...

but both my girls
are hardy as horses.

And Bob enjoys good health.

We got a frame house now.

Finally gettin' out
of the sod house.

No more scorpions
fallin' down into my hair.

They're a great nuisance
in sod houses, you know.

So you're well-married,
and I'm but a widower.

Gus, I was so sorry
to hear of your loss.

So here you stand,

and I'm already back
in love with you again.

But you're married,
and that's that.

Now I have to go through
losin' you again.

Tryin' to say you wish
I hadn't shown up

- to disturb your bachelorhood?
- No, course not.

With you,
I gladly take what I can get.

The reason I'm back
is I'm selling

the land my parents owned
on the south Guadalupe.

I could've hired an agent,
but Bob, he don't trust agents.

Oh, he don't trust agents,
but he trusts me?

Of course he don't trust you.

But he trusts me.

Thought we might hire
a buggy and go out,

take a look at the land
one last time.

I'll do it, but I'm dusty.

At least let me take a bath.

Go, get your bath,
but don't linger.

It's a fair distance
where we're going.

It's a damned nuisance
not having a butler, Uncle.

Now, Augereau,
what would you need a butler for?

There's a colonel at the door
who wants to see you.

Let him in, please.

But I was reading Vauvenargues!

Vauvenargues can wait.
Not colonels.

I say.
Will Auntie be back soon?

It's a good deal more jolly
when Auntie Inez is here.

No. Not soon.

She's down in Cuba,
testing the virility

of the overseers
of our new plantation.

Let the colonel in, please.

Uncle, this is Colonel Tom Soult.

Colonel Soult, Uncle.

Pardon my manners,
Colonel Soult.

We lost our butler recently.

Terrible calamity
for a Boston family.

State your business
and do it succinctly.

As you can see,
I'm deep in study.

General Grant sent me, sir.

He asked that you take the West.

Take the West.

Take it and do what with it?

Why, administer it, of course.

And what does General Sherman
think of that plan?

I don't believe General Sherman
has been consulted.

I come from General Grant.

And he also said to mention that

if you won't take
the whole West,

will you at the very least
take Texas.

You're a poor sort
of messenger, Colonel Soult.

First you offer me
the whole West,

and then before I even
turn down the big offer,

you reduce me to Texas...

where I've already been.

All I did was ask
General Sherman's opinion,

which evidently
you can't provide.

I beg your pardon, General.

I was not trained in diplomacy.

Well, I was.

Grant and Sherman just want me
to go back West to eat dust

so they don't have
to eat it themselves.

I respectfully decline both offers.

As you can see,
I'm a man of the library now.

My war from now on
will be an opponent

even tougher than Robert E. Lee
or Napoleon, either.

The English sentence.

Excuse me, General...
the sentence?

The sentence, Colonel Soult,

on the most frightening battlefield
in the whole world...

the blank page.

No, my future plans include
only the writing of a book...

a comprehensive study
on the flea.

The flea.

Now, you'll have to show
yourself out. As I said...

we lost our... our butler.

Where you goin'?

Goin' on a little
buggy ride, Woodrow.

Clara's here, sellin' some property
that her parents owned.

She wants to take a look
at the land one last time.

That horse trader must be a fool
if he allows her to go off with you.

Now, some females
are trustworthy, Woodrow.

I'm not, of course.
Clara is.

Bob Allen need have
no worries on that score.

Thank you for keepin'
my arrival a surprise, Maggie.

Oh, Clara, I'm just so glad
to see you again after all this time.

And it was worth it
to see the look on Gus's face.

It's been real hard for Gus
since Nellie died.

I'm sure it has.

I'm sure, too, that Woodrow Call

wouldn't know how to be a help
under those circumstances.

No, he wouldn't.

Woodrow hasn't
changed a bit, I see.

How do you do it, Maggie,

work and take care
of your little boy, too?

Must be difficult.

Pearl Coleman's been
a great help to us.

She'll watch Newt
sometimes after school,

and cook for us too,
if I have to work late.

Pearl has been
a good friend to me,

a real good friend.

I'm sure you've been
a good friend right back.

Jake Spoon's
been kind to us, too.

I try to give Jake back
what I can... it ain't much.

But he's young.
He may not know it ain't much.

Howdy, Maggie.

Hello, Gus.

Buggy's right outside.

I haven't the luxury of women friends
in the wilds of Nebraska.

I'm so glad we got to visit, Maggie.

I know you buried your wife,

just as I buried my son...

but I haven't given up on children,

and I surely hope you haven't
given up on marriage.

You got too much to offer, Gus.

I doubt I'll ever marry again.

Seems I don't have good luck
when it comes to matrimonial affairs.

And you oughtn't
tease me so, Clara.

You're the only woman
who's ever really had my heart.

My whole heart, that is.

You're the only woman
who ever will.

It's hard for me too, sometimes.

But you still feel like
you made the right choice?

I made the right choice...

without knowin'
it was the easy choice.

I'm sorry, Clara.
I shouldn't have done that.

You're forgiven.

You wouldn't be you
if you didn't try to kiss me.

I'm expectin' a visit
from you, Captain McCrae,

sometime within
the next ten years,

'fore my girls marry
and leave home.

Well, the rangerin' work
is about over, I think.

Woodrow's talking about
gettin' into the cattle business,

so there's no telling
where that might take us.

Plenty of room for cattle
in Nebraska.

Bye.

Should've killed him
when you had the chance.

Now he will tell the Texans
how to find us.

Suppose the Texans
don't know where we are?

Maybe I will kill him another day...

or maybe I'll kill
all you fools in his place.

He had a fine Sharps rifle.

I've killed men
for less booty than that.

You think you
could kill Idahi, have at it.

You think we can't handle
one old Comanche?

Is that what you think?

For young Jake, hands up!

He's goin', goin'...

Boom! Is he down, is he down?

No!

Out cold!

- Get up!
- You all right?

Will you miss Jake
when he goes, Mag?

Oh, Jake's as helpful
as he knows how to be,

but havin' him with me
is like havin' two boys.

It's Newt that'll miss him the most.

Well, you and young Newt
have each other, at least.

You could be married tomorrow
if you wanted, Pearl.

Least a fellow a week comes
into the store askin' about you.

Not me, honey.

Long Bill was my one true love.

A man would be hard pressed
to live up to Long Bill.

So, Woodrow.

Jake's leavin' us to go get rich
in the Colorado gold mines...

or so he thinks.

He was drunk when he arrived,
he'll be drunker when he leaves.

Can't say Jake's learned much
from bein' a ranger.

Ain't you even
gonna say good-bye?

Jake's got half the town
to shake hands with.

You've been his captain all this time.
You owe him a handshake.

Careful on the roads, Jake.

It's wild country yet,
despite our efforts.

Thank you, Captain.

Don't take up with any hoodlums.

We'd hate to have to hang you.

All right.

Take care.

- Deets?
- Sir.

Jake Spoon.

Thanks, Stove.

Good-bye, Jake.

Mama says to...
to tell you good luck.

Now, Newt, I want you
to keep this rope,

and I want you to practice hard
and learn to use it.

Now, you see that stump?
Practice on it.

I want you to be
the best roper in this camp.

Practice and practice so when
I come back, you can make me proud.

Yes, sir.

Bye.

I'll be seein' you.

Jake Spoon.

Well, what's for sure is
Jake won't be the only man leavin'.

This rangerin' work
is about to peter out.

Yeah, there'll mostly be
sheriff's work when that happens.

Hey, Spoon!

That fellow's deep in his cups.

I doubt if he's ever been
that drunk before.

Nope.

The governor's pushin' us to clean out
Blue Duck and his murderin' bunch.

They're somewhere between
the Arkansas River and the Red.

If either of us had been
better cold-weather shots,

we'd have killed that devil long ago.

I liked that little half-built town,

the one with
the pretty French woman.

What was it called?

Lonesome Dove.
It was called Lonesome Dove.

Still like the notion
of a livery stable.

Well, I suppose it might be a way
to ease into the cattle business.

Give old Captain Richard King
a little competition.

Very little.

He did seem
to enjoy our company.

Of course, there wasn't
any other company.

Pea?

I dreamed an angel came
and flew me to heaven.

It wasn't an angel, Pea,
it was me.

All I did was drag you
out the middle of the road

so you wouldn't get trampled.

You're gonna have one sure headache
when you wake up.

Come on, get up.
I'll see what I can do about some salts.

Take care of yourself
and your mama.

- Newt, lkey.
- How do.

Good luck, boys.

It's good Newt has
the ranger boys, Pearl.

They're jolly with him.

He deserves better company
than I can provide, bein' so sick.

Gus and Pea Eye and Deets...

they'll see no harm
comes to him when I'm gone.

They'll see no harm
comes to him until you get well.

You're my best friend, Mag.

I can't bear the thought
of losin' you.

Stop talkin' about bein' gone.
I'll have none of it.

Let's go inside now, Pearlie.

I need to lie down,
just for a bit.

Remember that white woman
that we rescued on that raid

with Charlie Goodnight,
the one he said was a Parker?

I do.

Well, they say that she misses
her Comanche family so bad

that she grabs up her girl,

tries to run off
any chance she can get.

Folks gotta lock her up
night and day.

Like I said at the time,

it would have been merciful
if Charlie had just shot her.

We ought to have never
brought her back.

She's Comanche now,
and that's that.

Durn.

Life on the open prairie

with a good breeze
to blow away the 'skeeters

has unfitted me
for this muggy weather.

I doubt there's
an acre of country in Texas

you can't find some reason
to complain about.

You used to complain about the cold,
now it's the heat.

If I didn't have the weather
to complain about, Woodrow,

I'd still have you.

In all these years of rangerin',

I can't remember you even
payin' me one compliment.

Well, we got
a hostile camp to clean out.

Maybe if we both survive,

I'll think of somethin' good to say.

Ermoke, that's not Idahi.

That's Buffalo Hump himself.

I'll stay here, keep him in sight.

You hurry back and get Duck.

There's likely to be
a big reward in this.

You trust that Kickapoo?

How do you know
he's not on Blue Duck's side?

If you local lawmen
don't trust our judgment

after bringin' us
all the way up here,

I'd be happy for you
to go back home.

Go home?

That's right, skedaddle.
You're already in the way.

What about our quarry?

Blue Duck has gone west.

He was in a hurry.
He took four horses.

Damn rascal.
What now?

The battle is joined now,
Woodrow. Let's go!

Don't move! Don't move!

Round 'em up!

Hands up. Don't move.

Take these men in for trial.
We need to be after Blue Duck.

We're from a poor county.

If we pull hard-workin' citizens out of
the field to try riff-raff like this,

we'll soon be voted
out of office.

What do you propose to do then?

We're gonna hang them.

It's our jurisdiction.

I hear your darky cook
is good with knots.

Maybe he'd oblige us
with eight hang-knots.

He might oblige you with six...

but you're not hangin' these boys.

They're here with the outlaws

and a passel of stolen horses.

They're old enough to hang,
and by God, they will hang.

Make him six hang-knots, Deets.

And as for these boys,

we're gonna take 'em
and make Texas Rangers out of 'em.

They're 'bout the same age that we
started rangerin', correct, Woodrow?

That would be correct, Augustus.

And I'll tolerate no more
rash talk of jurisdiction.

We're Texas Rangers,
sent by the governor himself.

Our jurisdiction
is wherever we happen to be.

Understood?

Captain, these limbs 'round here
are too skinny to hold six men.

Might get two on that limb,
might get four on this one.

Four's too many for that limb.

You don't want your men
hangin' too close together

while they're swinging.

We'll oblige you
and hang six men.

Once it's done, you oblige us
and take good care of the women.

We won't leave
the women, Captain.

What's the matter
with you, Augustus?

Gloomy work,
hangin' men in the mornin'.

Sun's up. It's a fine day.

Those six men
won't get to live it.

Besides, but for luck,
could have been me hangin' there.

Oh, now.

Ornery as you are,
I don't think you deserve hangin'.

But for luck, I might have.

If I could strike up a deal
with ol' Buffalo Hump...

I'd bring him down,
turn him loose in the legislature.

If he scalped half the damn senators,

I have no doubt that they'd vote
to let us buy some good horses.

Maybe we'd get better lawmen,
too, while they're votin'.

Well, how would they vote
if they were dead?

Ah, there'd soon
be more senators.

I'd make the new ones
dig the graves for the old ones.

It'd be a lesson to them.

We got company.

It's Quanah and Peta Nocoma.

I see them wild men.

The last Indians left
you can say that about.

They don't want to fight.

They're watching who's
passing through their country.

It won't be their country
too much longer.

Good Lord, Pea!

Deets!

Is that a snakebite?

Oh, it's worse.
He just got a thorn.

Just. Never seen a worse
swelled-up knee before.

Hold on, hold on, hold on.

Gotta try to get it out,
or Mr. Pea'll be gone.

That's the green mesquite.

It's more poisonous than a snake.

An owl.

Huntin' packrats, I expect.

No.

It means death.

When the owl flies over,
someone dies.

Well, I guess it
won't be me that's dyin'...

thanks to you, Deets.

Here, Mama.

It's time for you to go to the store
and do your chores.

The Stewarts brag about
what a good little worker you are

to anyone who'll listen.

But I don't wanna leave.

I'm scared.

I'd live forever if I could, Newt,
just for the love of you.

I've loved you
from the moment you were born.

I'll keep a close eye
on your mother, honey.

Don't you worry.

Yeah, go on, now.

All right.

He ought to be
with his father, Pearlie.

Mag, it don't have to be
one way or the other.

Newt can stay with me
when the menfolks are gone,

and bunk with the boys
when they're home.

Oh, if you wouldn't mind.

There ain't no mind about it.

You're my best friend, Mag.

And besides, everybody
in this town likes your boy.

He'll be well-cared for.

You can rest your mind
about that.

Howdy, young fella.

Ikey, I need to see Pea Eye
and Deets and Gus.

When are they gonna
come back home?

They're Rangers, son.
Hard to say when they'll come back.

The Rangers!

Are we gonna fight 'em?

I didn't come here for them.

That's Call and McCrae.

My Lord.

Killed by his own son.

I remember him as bigger.

Even though I'm lookin' at him,
it's hard to believe he's dead.

That's probably the same lance
he stuck me with all those years ago.

Well, I ain't holdin'
no funeral for him.

That's right, Woodrow.

He killed too many of our friends.

We should leave.

- I'm for leavin', myself.
- Me too, Mr. Pea.

Get the horses
into that gully, boys,

or we'll be left afoot.

Here!

Damn, I lost 'em again.

There'll be another day,
you can bet on it.

- How bad you hurt?
- I can't feel a thing in my leg.

I fear I might lose it.

He didn't hit you
in your leg, Captain.

He shot off your boot heel.

Well, I'll be.

I call that lucky.

How many horses we got left?

Three.

And a mule.

- Blue Duck's hopin' to starve us.
- We won't starve.

There's a dry lake with a spring
two days south.

Two days walkin',
or two days ridin'?

Two days walking.
We'll have to eat the horses.

It won't be the first
dry walk we ever made.

Yeah.

The bad Indian's dead, Woodrow.

He led two raids
all the way to the ocean.

No Comanche's
ever done that before.

They'll be singin' songs
about him all over the plains.

Well, guess this means
the fun's over.

Wasn't fun.

And as long as they're out there,
it won't be over.

You can stay at my house, Newt.

There's nobody much
at the bunkhouse except for Mr. Ripple.

I better just stay
with the boys.

Thank you.

When do you reckon
they'll come home, lkey?

I don't know, son,
but they will come.