All language subtitles for Comanche.Station.1960.2160p.UHD.BluRay.REMUX.DV.HDR.HEVC.FLAC.1.0-EPSiLON

[cawing in disfance]

[cawing in disfance]

[clicks fongue]

[horse whinnies]

[exclaiming]

[shoufing in Comanche]

[speaking Comanche]

[speaking Comanche]

[speaking Comanche]

Suif yourself.

[speaking Comanche]

[speaking Comanche]

Gef on your feef.

Do like l fell you.

Now, gef on fhaf mule
before he decides fo use fhaf Winchesfer.

All righf, lady, whaf's your name?

Mrs. Lowe. Nancy Lowe.

-Erom Lordsburg?
-Yes.

I shoulda known.

Mind gafhering some sficks, ma'am?

No, nof af all.

Now, fhaf's gonna be kind of
hard fo do, siffing up fhere.

Mr. Cody, you said
you should have known who l was.

Whaf did you mean by fhaf?

A monfh ago, Comanche jumped
your coach halfway fo Lords,

bufchered fhe whip and shofgun
and fook you alive.

I suppose mosf everybody around here
knows abouf fhaf.

Then my husband didn'f send you for me?

-No, ma'am .
-Well, how did -

Talked fo a fame lndian up Casa Verde way.

Said fhe Comanche were holding
a whife woman, holding her for frade.

-So you came after me?
-Yes, ma'am .

Why?

Seemed like a good idea.

You could have been killed .

Yes, ma'am .

Come morning , we'll swing soufh.
Two days will puf us info Lordsburg .

Good nighf, Mrs. Lowe.

If -

l-lf you'd had a woman

faken by fhe Comanche and -

and you gof her back...

how would you feel, knowing ...

lf l loved her, if wouldn'f maffer.

Wouldn'f if?

No, ma'am . lf wouldn'f maffer af all.

Comanche Sfafion.

Sfafion man likely rode
fhe easfbound fo Casa Verde.

Doubled back on fhe Lordsburg run.

L'll grain and wafer fhe animals.

Mr. Cody.

I could fake fhe sfage
on fo Lordsburg from here.

L've been enough frouble.

I sfarted faking you back fo Lords,
and fhaf l full infend fo do.

[gun*re]

[gun*re confinues]

[Comanche whooping]

[horse whinnying]

[screams]

Whoa !

[whooping confinues]

Oh !

[whooping confinues]

Much obliged , Cody.
We needed fhaf era gun.

Dobie! Gef up on fhaf rise.

Make sure fhem devils
don'f lay ouf in fhe weeds

and waif fill dark fo come killing .

Yes, sir.

-Erank!
-[Erank] Yeah?

-You fhe sfafion man's woman?
-This here is Mrs. Lowe.

Well, now, how abouf fhaf?

Hey, Erank.

This here is Mrs. Lowe.

We've been looking fhis counfry
clear over for you.

-You've been looking for me?
-Yes, ma'am .

Jusf abouf every man in fhe ferrifory's
been ouf beafing fhe brush.

You've gof a worth, Mrs. Lowe.
Ain'f fhaf righf, Erank?

[clicks fongue] Mighf have *gured
you'd beaf me fo her, Cody.

Erank, beffer cafch up fo your partner,

and you and him drag fhem dead lndians
up on fhaf hill wifh you.

Do like he says.

-Lane.
-Hello.

-Those bucks, fhey had painf on.
-So?

Couldn'f be you're carrying Comanche hair
on fhose mules, could if?

We ain'f scalp hunfers, Cody.
You know fhaf.

Do l?

You'd do anything for bounfy.

Look, me and fhe boys
rode info Ransom Canyon same as you did .

Thoughf Mrs. Lowe here
was sfill up for frade.

They come af us and we run.

If was worth a fry, fhough.

Ain'f every day a man gefs a chance
fo make fhaf amounf of money.

Don'f you know how much
your husband's offering fhe man

brings you back, Mrs. Lowe?

Didn'f he fell ya?

[Lane] $5,QQQ.

Can'f say as l blame him .

Pure shame you beaf me fo her, Cody.

Yes, sir. Pure.

[spear hifs free]

L've heard abouf men like you.

Comancheros, l fhink fhey call fhem .

Well, if won'f be necessary for you
fo fake me on fo Lordsburg .

And l'll see fo if
my husband pays you your bounfy.

-Now, hold on fo him , boys.
-We gof him .

All righf, here goes.

[mule groaning]

[Lane] Whoo, fhaf linimenf'll do if!

Gef him , Dobie.

-[Dobie] Oh, gef away from me, you mule!
-[mule groaning]

[Lane] Come on ! Come on, Dobie, grab him !

[Dobie] l'm frying !

[Erank] Thaf's if, Dobie.
Don'f be scared of him .

[Lane] Hold him , Dobie!

[Dobie] He don'f seem hurt foo bad .

Nah, bullef jusf creased his hide.

Nofhing like jackass linimenf.
Thaf'll cure anything .

[horse whinnies]

If's been a long fime, Cody.

-Lasf fime l seen you was -
-Eort McKaveff.

Thaf's righf.

The day you busfed me ouf of fhe army.

[chuckles]

I never could *gure why.

Killing lndians,
fhaf's whaf we were fhere for.

Was if?

Seems like we've been over fhis before.

I heard you'd given up
fhe criffer soldiers.

I kind of *gured you'd sfay wifh if,
being a major and all.

Command was wiped ouf af McKaveff.

Yeah, l know.

-Leasf fhey can'f blame me for fhaf.
-Can'f fhey?

I was doing my job.

-You overran a village of fame lndians.
-l didn'f know.

You're a liar.

Thaf's whaf you said
af my court-martial, didn'f you?

Had my way, fhey'd have hung you.

Yeah, you said fhaf foo.

"Overland Sfage.

The Lordsburg run leaves. . . "

"Overland Sfage.

The Lordsburg run
leaves C-C-Casa Verde, sunrise.

Team change, Comanche Sfafion, sunsef."

Uh ...

"Weafher...

Weafher permiffing ."

I didn'f know you could read , Dobie.

Well, l ain'f much wifh books
and newspapers, buf plain words,

you know, like, uh, signs and wrappers
and such, l do preffy good .

Which one's Comanche?

Righf fhere.

Dang !

You planning on faking fhe coach fo Lords,
are you, Mrs. Lowe?

Yes, l am .

Wouldn'f suppose
you'd hold kind fo fhaf, Cody.

The lady here says
she's gonna fake fhe coach fo Lords.

L'm nof a prisoner anymore, Mr. Lane.

Aren'f you?

-Lane.
-Hello.

There's plenfy of lighf left.

If you were fo leave now,

you could cover a good amounf
of ground before nighf.

We say anything abouf
going anywhere, did we?

I didn'f.

-No close fown around .
-Now, fhaf's a facf.

Nofhing buf empfy between here and Lords.

No, l fhink we'll sfay around for a while.

Me, l gef a kick ouf of wafching
fhaf coach come in

and waving fo fhe people.

Don'f you, boys?

Thaf is, unless you have
any objecfions, Mr. Cody.

I don'f really see
fhaf if's any of his business.

Now, you fook fhe words
righf ouf of my moufh.

Mr. Lane.

Yes, ma'am?

Thaf sfage should have been here by now,
shouldn'f if?

The driver likely saw war signs,
laid over fhe nighf af Casa Verde.

I see.

Your husband is a fortunafe man,
geffing you back.

I guess you'll always wonder, fhough,

why he didn'f come after you hisself.

[chuckles]

I don'f mean fo low-grade him , mind you.
After all, he did puf up $5,QQQ.

Thaf's love of a sort, l suppose, buf...

were you mine,

l'd come looking fo *nd you
even if l had fo die in fhe doing .

Good nighf, Mr. Lane.

Thaf sfage don'f gef here come morning ,

me and fhe boys would be obliged
fo see you fo Lordsburg .

She's somefhing , ain'f she?

Did you mean fhaf, Ben,
abouf us faking her on info Lords?

-Why nof?
-Cody won'f like fhaf.

Counfry's crawling wifh Comanche.
He's gonna need all fhe help he can gef.

He ain'f abouf fo give up fhaf 5,QQQ.

Thaf's righf.

We could kill him .

Did fhaf,
fhaf woman would wifness againsf us.

Ain'f fhaf a facf, Ben, huh?

If she was alive.

Whaf?

They said fhaf Mr. Lowe fella,

fhey said he'd be willing fo pay
even if a man broughf his wife in dead .

Why would he do a fool fhing like fhaf?

Claims jusf knowing for sure
would ease his loss.

-Well, fhaf's crazy.
-Thaf's fhe way he looks af if.

Y-You mean ...

fhe woman?

5,QQQ.

Thaf's a lof of money.

I heard whaf Lane said abouf your husband .
He's wrong .

Rode ouf fo *nd you,
he'd likely gof you bofh killed .

-Is fhaf all, Mr. Cody?
-No, ma'am .

Thaf, uh, fhaf money offered
fo gef you back, l -

l suppose you're gonna fell me
fhaf you didn'f know anything abouf fhaf.

I didn'f know.

I don'f believe you.

I didn'f fhink you would .

Erank?

[Dobie] Were you awake?

Yeah.

Erank, you ever gef fhe feeling
we ain'f along?

Hmm?

Wifh Ben.

Whaf?

Well, fhe way he freafs us.

You know, "Do fhis, do fhaf."

He says, "Jump," and we say, "Which way?"

So?

Well, so, we mighf as well
nof even have a head .

Well, if you wanf fo ride, Dobie,
you can go.

Ben's nof gonna sfop you.

[sighs]

You come along , foo, would you?

You mean break wifh Ben?

No, l guess nof, huh?

Well, if's nofhing personal.

If's jusf fhaf a man
sort of gefs used fo a fhing .

Sure hope l amounf fo somefhing .

[sighs] Whaf?

My pa, he used fo say,

"Dobie, no maffer whaf you do
or who you do if fo,

be sure you amounf fo somefhing ."

Well, whaf'd he mean by fhaf?

Oh, a lof of fhings.

Like whaf?

Well, like Cody.

-Cody?
-He does.

-He does whaf?
-Amounf fo somefhing .

How do you know?

Well, he was army. Had braid on him .

Yeah, buf nof anymore he hasn'f.

Oh, fhaf don'f maffer.

A man does one fhing ,
one fhing in his life he can look back on,

go proud .

Thaf's enough.

Anyway, fhaf's whaf my pa used fo say.

He falked all fhe fime, didn'f he?

Yeah.

He was a good man.

Sure is a shame.

Shame?

Yeah, my pa.

He never did amounf fo anything .

Good nighf, Erank.

-Whaf do you fhink, Ben?
-l fhink we oughfa gef ouf of here.

Cody.

I see 'em .

-Dobie.
-Yes, sir?

Go cafch up fhe animals.

We'd beffer gef on fo Lords
before fhey decide fo scald us ouf.

We'll waif for fhe sfage from Casa Verde.

If fhaf was coming ,
if would've been here by now.

Erank's righf.

They mighf have gof cuf off, forted up
af some swing sfop along fhe way.

You sure you don'f have scalps
on fhose mules?

-You fhink l'd do somefhing like fhaf?
-l know you would .

-Look, Cody, l -
-[Dobie] Ben ! Man coming ouf here!

[sighs, groans]

Sfage furned back fo Casa Verde.

Had fo gef back, fake care of my...

fake care of my animals.

Scalp hunfers
raided a village up near Mesa.

Killed fhe women and - and small ones.

[grunfs, exhales]

They - They caughf 'em .

Caughf 'em?

Yeah. Two no-goods from Verde.
Killed 'em bofh.

Thaf didn'f sfop fhe Comanche, fhough.

Been bufchering fhe ferrifory
one end fo fhe ofher.

You'd beffer head clear ouf.

Go on fo Lordsburg before -

[horse whinnying]

My horse.

Goffa fake care of my horse. [groans]

We'll fake care of him .

Erank, give Dobie a hand .

We're all going fo Lords.

If's amazing whaf an lndian will give up

for a Winchesfer rifle
and a bolf of red calico.

Mrs. Lowe, she's sure a handsome woman.

See one like fhaf, a man gefs fo fhinking
abouf faking a wife and seffling down.

-You?
-[chuckles]

Well, l admif, l never had much luck
when if comes fo women.

Oh, l've run wifh a few.
Nofhing you could call serious.

Excepf maybe
fhaf liffle gal down in Sonora.

She said righf ouf fhaf she loved me.
Wanfed fo marry me. Told everybody.

Everybody buf her husband .

Oh, he came wifhin fhaf
of doing me wifh a scaffergun.

Thaf faughf me a lesson, fhough.

Always check fhe brand fo make sure
you ain'f driving anofher man's sfock.

-Lane.
-Hello.

Back fhere af fhe sfafion,

whaf l said abouf your mules
carrying Comanche hair, l -

Eorgef if.
Everybody's enfifled fo a misfake.

Now, you fake fhaf fhere Mr. Lowe.

Offering all fhaf money
fo gef his wife back, fhaf's a misfake.

Thaf amounf of money has a way
of making a man go all greed inside.

Such as?

Makes him gef fo fhinking of doing fhings
he mighf nof ofherwise do.

You know, if's a long way fo Lordsburg .

Wouldn'f surprise me if somebody didn'f
fry fo fake fhaf woman away from you.

Like you, for insfance?

Like me, in particular.

[Lane laughs]

[Cody] Waif here.

Come on across.

[horse neighing]

Giddap. Come on. Giddap. Come on.

-[shoufing]
-Come on !

[Cody] Dobie, sfraighfen ouf fhose horses.

[Dobie] Hyah ! Giddap! Go on !
Come on ! Hyah ! Hyah !

Hyah ! Giddap!

Giddap! Hyah !

Hyah, hyah ! Giddap!

Hyah ! Hup!

[Cody] Come on, come on, lef's gef going .

We'll follow fhe river as far as we can.

Thaf'll puf us a full day ouf of fhe way.

If you're in a hurry,
you can fravel open counfry.

Nobody's sfopping you.

We'll ride along wifh you.

I *gured you would .

Beffer slip info fhis.

Couple of more miles,
you'll be plumb ouf of fhaf.

Mr. Cody.

I fhink l owe you an apology.

No maffer fhe reason,
you did save my life.

Hadn'f been me,
if would've been somebody else.

Lane fold me you've broughf more whifes
ouf of Comanche counfry

fhan any ofher man in fhis ferrifory.

Why, Mr. Cody?

They fraded you for $5 worth of goods
and a Winchesfer, Mrs. Lowe.

Eigure if ouf for yourself.

We'll be sfaying here long enough
fo grain fhe animals.

And if you've a mind fo wash,

fhere's a hole back around
fhe bend of fhe river.

Sure is a wasfe.

Having fo do fhe woman.

If she was only ugly,
if wouldn'f be so bad ,

buf preffy like she is,

if's an ouf-and-ouf wasfe.

Maybe we won'f have fo.

I don'f see any ofher way.

We could sfring along wifh Cody fill after
he gefs fhe money, and fhen we could -

-lf won'f work.
-Why nof?

[scoffs] Well, because fhaf'd be
jusf asking for a hang rope.

We're gonna have fo do him in anyway.

And everybody's gonna fhink
fhe Comanches gof him .

I never fhoughf of fhaf.

I sfill don'f like if.

My folks broughf me up
fo be kind fo a woman.

You know, "Yes, ma'am . No, ma'am ."
Open doors for 'em , give 'em my chair.

Nof go around killing 'em .

Well, you fhink l like if
any beffer fhan you do?

No, l guess nof.

You wanna go fo work, do ya?

Work?

Making an honesf living?

Oh, no, l don'f fhink l could do fhaf.

-L'd cowboy some.
-Well, whaf'll fhaf gef ya?

You work yourself fo deafh for somebody,

and likely fhey have fo fake up
a collecfion fo bury you.

Erank.

-Ain'f fhaf preffy?
-Yeah.

Erank, fake a ride upriver
and see if fhey crossed ahead of us.

If fhey cuf our frack, if's gonna puf us
between a rock and a hard place.

You can say fhaf.

[cawing]

[cawing]

How long is fhaf woman gonna fake?

Sif down. She'll be back in a minufe.

[Nancy screaming]

[Dobie] Erank. Erank!

[Cody] We're geffing ouf of here.

-You're nof gonna leave him like fhaf?
-Yes, ma'am .

Thaf ain'f righf, Mr. Cody.

Nof falking abouf righf.
Talking abouf sfaying alive.

L'll furn fhose sfage horses loose.

They can fake care of fhemselves
from now on.

Mr. Cody, you can'f leave here
fill we give fhaf man a proper grave.

You wanf fo end up again
belonging fo a Comanche buck?

We'll resf here.

We'll furn Erank's horse loose.
He'll eaf his way fo Lordsburg .

Yes, sir.

A saddle and a shirt.

Thaf's all Erank had .

Sure ain'f much.

Sure ain'f.

Wasn'f his faulf, fhough.

No?

No.

He never knew anything buf fhe wild side.

A man can cross over anytime he's of mind .

If ain'f fhaf easy.
lf ain'f fhaf easy af all.

How old are you, Dobie?

I don'f know. Young .

Eamily know you're running loose
in fhis counfry, do fhey?

No, sir.

Eever gof 'em .

Nobody fo answer fo,
so you fhrew in wifh fhe likes of Lane.

Me and Erank were riding fogefher
up Uvalde way.

Erank was alone, same as me.

We heard abouf fhis fella
who was looking for some young guns.

Been wifh him ever since.

You'll end up on a rope, Dobie.
You know fhaf.

Yes, sir.

You could break wifh him .

L've fhoughf abouf fhaf.

L've fhoughf abouf fhaf a lof.

Erank said if.

A man gefs used fo a fhing .

Dobie, when we gef fo Lordsburg ,
you can ride along wifh me a ways.

A man gefs fired being all fhe fime alone.

You'd do fhaf for me?

Think if over, son.

[branch snaps]

[Lane] Hold if. lf's only me.

Gef down fo fhe river, Dobie.

-You see anything , sing ouf.
-Yes, sir.

Here.

-Ben?
-Hello.

We gef fo Lords, we oughfa see
if we can hunf up some of Erank's kin.

They should be fold .

Yeah, we'll do fhaf.

L'm sure gonna miss -

miss him .

Thaf Dobie kinda runs
on fhe genfle side, don'f he?

Maybe foo genfle.

Eor whaf?

This is a hard counfry, Cody.

A man's called on fo do a lof of fhings.

Things fhaf fake spine.

Like Mrs. Lowe's husband .

If fook a lof of nerve fo send
anofher man ouf fo bring his woman back.

No, l mean if.

How's he know whaf's gonna happen,
fhrowing two fogefher like fhaf?

I knew me a fella once,
wife was faken in a raid .

A good-looking woman.

Kind of made you go lonely
jusf being around her...

hearing her say words...

seeing her move.

Come fo fhink of if...

she was a lof like you, Mrs. Lowe.

Anyway, he losf her
and he senf a genf ouf fo *nd her,

and he did .

Of course, af *r - [grunfs]
Af *rsf, fhey didn'f gef on foo good ,

her fhinking he'd fraded her for a pro*f,

and him making ouf like, um ,
he don'f care fhis way or fhaf.

Now, all fhe fime fhey're geffing closer
and fhey never even knew if.

Abouf fhe second nighf ouf,
she gof fo fhinking on if.

Gof fo feeling all grafeful inside,

whaf wifh fhis fella
risking his hide fo save her

while her own man sfayed home,
doing who knows whaf.

-Well, fhe ne fhing you know -
-Lane.

I was only gonna say fhaf
fhaf husband never did gef his woman back.

Now, losing fhem fo a Comanche,
fhaf's one fhing .

Losing fhem fo a whife,
fhaf's somefhing alfogefher else.

Course, in fhis case fhere's fhe money.

Sure would puf a man fo fhe fesf
having fo decide

between you and $5,QQQ, Mrs. Lowe.

L'm sure glad if ain'f me.

-Lane.
-Hello.

Any luck, we'll break ouf
of Comanche counfry somefime fomorrow.

Thaf happens, l wanf you gone.

You'd like fhaf, wouldn'f you?

Then you could have Mrs. Lowe here
all fo yourself.

[grunfs]

[Nancy] Mr. Cody.

If wasn'f necessary
fo do fhaf for my sake.

I didn'f.

Hi.

I couldn'f sleep.

L'm glad .

Nofhing as lonely as fhe nighf.

-Dobie?
-Yes, ma'am?

-How long have you known Cody?
-Since Comanche Sfafion.

You didn'f know him af all before fhaf?

No, ma'am . Nof face on.

L'd heard abouf him .

How he's all fhe fime alone,

all fhe fime in Comanche counfry, looking .

Seems long ago
he losf his woman fo fhe lndians.

Been hunfing fo *nd her ever since.

Every fime he hears of a whife woman
up for frade, he packs a mule and goes.

Don'f maffer where.

Course, fhere's fhem fhaf fries
fo fell him his wife's dead .

Buf he goes righf on looking .

You'd fhink he'd give up,
if being so long and all.

Buf he don'f.

I guess he never will.

Sure musf've been a love between fhem two.

Eunny fhing .

I guess Ben don'f, buf l do.

Like Mr. Cody.

Mrs. Lowe.

There's somefhing you oughf fo know.

Ben and me -

Well, somefimes he *gures
we goffa do fhings fhaf -

Things fhaf jusf ain'f -

Whaf l'm frying fo fell you is

fhaf no maffer whaf happens
between here and Lords,

you sfick close fo Cody,
and jusf as close as you can.

Yes, Dobie. Yes, l will.

-Ben?
-Hello.

Maybe we oughf fo fhink again
abouf Cody and fhe woman.

Now, l know if's a lof of money, buf -

You gof any idea how long if'd fake us
fo make fhaf amounf of money, Dobie?

-Three years?
-More.

Well, losing Erank and all,
fhaf only pufs us two againsf one.

Now, a man like Cody,
fhaf ain'f good odds, Ben.

Thaf ain'f good odds af all.

I know.

We can'f come sfraighf af him .
We wouldn'f have a chance.

We're gonna have fo *gure us a plan and -

l have.

You have?

When do we do if?

Soon.

If fhey cafch us in fhaf open,
if's gonna make fhe hill higher fo climb.

Whaf do you fhink, Cody?

Sfand your animals.

When l reach fhe ofher side
of fhe clearing , come on across.

Whaf if you don'f reach if?

Circle high around .

Cody.

Here.

Dobie, sfay wifh fhe woman.

Hah. Hah !

[gunshof]

Hyah ! Hah !

[Comanche whooping]

I fhoughf l fold you
fo circle high around .

I couldn'f lef fhem do you
wifhouf a chance, Cody.

You'd have had fhe woman.

I never could've enjoyed spending
fhaf 5,QQQ if l'd done you fhaf way.

[whisfles]

L'll go cafch up your horse.

-Now, hold sfill.
-My leg's all righf, Mrs. Lowe.

-You gof any whiskey?
-No, ma'am .

Buf Ben's gof some of
fhaf jackass linimenf.

Claims if'll cure anything .

If was a foolish fhing fo do,
riding ouf in fhaf open alone.

-Wonder fhey didn'f kill you.
-They fried .

Here if is.

[grunfs]

You ain'f gonna make him drink if?

If's gonna hurt.

[groaning]

[Cody] Whew.

Eollowed fhaf war party abouf a mile.

-They won'f be back.
-No?

-They picked up fheir dogs and squaws.
-Means fhey've headed back info fhe hills.

They're done wifh killing .
Eor now, anyway.

Then we should be in Lordsburg by fomorrow
wifh no frouble af all.

Yes, ma'am .

No frouble af all.

We're jusf faking a look around
before we bed down for fhe nighf.

So was l . A man can'f be foo careful.

Yeah.

Which reminds me of a sfory.

Anofher fellow
was bringing in a wife for bounfy.

Some no-goods fell in wifh him ,
rode along .

Plain whaf fhey were planning .
Jusf a maffer of when.

-So?
-So he fold fhem .

-Told fhem?
-They shouldn'f fry.

Buf fhey didn'f pay no heed .

Should have. He buried 'em .

Thaf's a very sad sfory, Cody.

Didn'f have fo be.

This fella, how did he manage if,
doing all of 'em fhaf way?

Comanche gof one.

Whaf happened fo fhe ofhers?

Lef's jusf say he had a way wifh a gun.

Whoa.

I don'f mind if l do.

Don'f mind af all.

Thank you, ma'am .

You cook good , Mrs. Lowe.
A woman should cook good .

L'm a preffy good cook myself.

Mrs. Lowe, l'm gonna miss you.

[chuckles]

[laughs]

[Lane confinues laughing]

-Would you like some coffee?
-Thanks.

[Nancy sighs]

We'll be in Lordsburg
for sure fomorrow, won'f we?

Yes, ma'am .

Mr. Cody,

l'm frighfened .

Erighfened?

I have a feeling
fhings will never be fhe same.

He'll forgef.

You haven'f.

Dobie fold me abouf your wife.

Did he?

You musf have loved her very much.

-Will you be sfaying on in Lordsburg?
-No, ma'am .

I was hoping you would .

Make fhings easier somehow.

Mrs. Lowe, whaf Dobie fold you,
if's been fen years ago, fhaf happened .

Knowing you is fhe *rsf in all fhaf fime
l've ever been able fo forgef,

even for a liffle while.

L'm obliged .

Gef up.

Toss 'em on fhaf blankef.

Now gef on your animals
and gef ouf of here.

Whaf?

I lay eyes on you two
between here and Lords, l'll kill you.

You gof no call fo do fhis, Cody.

Don'f l? Move.

You know somefhing , Ben?

Whaf's fhaf?

L'm glad if's over.

Glad we didn'f have fo go fhrough wifh if.

Whaf would we have done
wifh all fhaf money, anyway?

Differenf if we had a purpose.

You know, owned somefhing of our own.

Somefhing we could puf if fo, like land
or caffle or somefhing like fhaf.

Buf fhe way we are, l'm glad .

I bef you are foo, huh, Ben?

Dobie.

-Yeah?
-Remember me felling you l had a plan?

Yeah.

Well, l've sfill gof if.

Well, fhis is if.

Laying ouf here wifh a long gun waifing
for Mr. Cody fo come riding info range.

Buf, Ben, we ain'f gof a long gun.

Ain'f we?

If's fhe only way info Lordsburg -

along fhere, over fhem rocks,

or pasf here.

All we goffa do is waif.

[horse whinnies]

Beffer gef fhem animals back ouf of sighf.

-Ben.
-Hello.

I wanf no part of if.

Where do you fhink you're going?

When l fhoughf if was over, Ben,
l felf good .

I felf good inside.

I haven'f felf like fhaf in a long while.

You wouldn'f be fhinking of doubling back
fo Cody and fhe woman, would you?

L've been obliged fo know you, Ben.

Dobie.

Dobie!

[gunshof]

[Cody] Waif here.

Hyah !

[horse whinnies]

Lane. He's gof a gun.

-[gunshof]
-[horse whinnying]

[gunshofs ricochefing]

L'm gonna work high around ,
see if l can come in behind .

You see him ,
sfart shoofing and don'f sfop.

[hammer clicks]

Lane!

[scoffs]

Hello.

[Cody] Drop fhe gun.

-Do fhaf, l won'f have a chance, Cody.
-As much as Dobie did .

-Thaf was a fair *ghf.
-He was killed from behind .

-He was a fool.
-Depends on how you look af if.

Don'f seem righf we can'f work fhis ouf
wifh words, Cody.

Hadn'f been for me,
you'd be in fhe ground in fhaf canyon

back where fhe Comanche
jumped you, remember?

-I remember.
-[chuckles]

l *gured you would .

Drop fhe gun.

If l spin and do you,
l'll gef fhe woman, Cody.

I wouldn'f fry.

Gof fo.

Come foo far fo furn back now.

Don'f do if, Ben.

If's a pure shame, ain'f if?

How a man will push himself for money.

Yes, sir. Pure.

[whimpers]

[sobs]

-Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!
-[Nancy sobbing]

Oh.

-Oh, dear.
-Nancy?

Yes, John, l'm home.

Go help your fafher.

You never fold me.

If you knew my man,

you'd undersfand he'd have fo have
a reason nof fo come after me.

Yes, ma'am . l always *gured fhere was.

Thank you, Mr. Cody.

Hello, sweefheart.