Original subtitles

"April 1865."

"Dear Ma and Pa, I hope this letter finds you well."

"I have some good news. Word is the war may be over soon."

"I tell you, if there's one thing I've learnt..."

"It's the Travens ain't the only family split by this war..."

"Brother against brother."

"I just keep fearing, one day I might look down my sight and find Dal across from me."

"I hear little brother Jesse signed up, too, but nobody's told me which side."

"Kiss Heather and Sissy for me, and don't fret none, I'm fine."

"Right now I'm somewhere in Georgia, and since I've been made Captain..."

"The burdens of responsibility have been heavy."

"It's a dirty job, but somebody's got to do it."

"Your loving son, Mac."

You feeling good, honey?

Yeah.

I hope you'll be staying around here for a while.

Oh, I'm afraid not. I think we're gonna be pulling out soon.

I'm sorry to hear that. I was hoping that...

We could get to know each other a little bit better.

Well, darling, I am afraid that is one of the curses of war.

You meet somebody and you only got one night to really get to know them.

One night?

I love soothing a man.

Oh, just imagine these poor old feet of yours marched clear across Georgia.

Marched? I'm in the cavalry.

All that hard riding clear across Georgia.

And Virginia.

Not to mention Tennessee.

Then I got my geography all wrong.

- Who is it? - Sgt. Ballock, sir.

- Go away. - It's important, sir.

Nothing can be that important.

Lee's surrendered, sir.

Come in.

Sergeant...

What about the war?

Excuse me, Captain. A courierjust rode in. Straight from General Grant.

The war is over.

The men are anxious to celebrate, Captain, and they're waiting on you.

Tell them I'll be right along.

Squad, halt!

Right face!

Would you like a blindfold?

- I'd like to know why I'm being shot. - For blowing up an ammo depot, a train.

Of course I did, you dumb knobhead, I'm a soldier.

- You've been found guilty. - I don't recall no trial.

Squad, attention.

Ready.

Aim.

Hold your hands out!

Thank you, Major.

I'm glad you fellas happened along.

Couldn't let you get shot, Traven. You're too good a fighting man.

- Where you fellas bound? - We're crossing the Mississippi.

Lick our wounds, gather ourselves...

Try to get back some of that old swagger...

And come back fighting.

- I'd like you to ride with us. - No, sir.

The first thing I'm gonna do is lie down somewhere and die for a couple of days.

Then I'm heading back to Texas.

Gonna work the land, try to make something out of it...

Instead of blowing it all to hell.

At least you have a home to go back to. Most of these men don't.

- Lieutenant. - Sir.

- Bring up that runaway for Sergeant Traven. - Yes, sir.

Good luck, Sergeant.

Thank you, Major. For everything.

I figure you'll be needing this, too.

Well, lucky there.

You get the horse.

You sure you want to do this?

Well, maybe we ought to talk about it.

Weren't nice of you fellas, trying to steal another man's horse.

Hey, Crystal, how about getting in here with me?

You should be so lucky.

How you doing, honey?

Any law hereabouts?

In my part of Texas we hang horse thieves.

If rope isn't handy, we just shoot them.

Mister, I'm afraid you really went and did it.

Those two men you're saying are horse thieves are our kin.

Not again.

Ever push cattle?

Of course not.

Well, I'll tell you, sometimes they get spooked.

So spooked, the slightest little thing'll start a stampede.

And when they get that way...

Well, a man has to ride a mile just to spit.

- You talk too much. - Yeah, I know.

My ma used to say...

When they were passing out tongues, I was the first in line.

- Time for your bath, darling... - What's that?

Find us a tree.

- Nothing. Just the usual. - No, what's going on?

They're just hanging some Reb.

Get off of me.

L gotta go-

Aren't you gonna take a bath?

What about it, Reb? Any last words?

Go to hell.

Excuse me...

I seem to have caught you in the middle of something.

We just having a little fun.

I mean, up to now, it's just been swatting mosquitoes.

Now we gonna hang us a Reb.

- Get him down. - What for?

- You a Yankee, ain't you? - That's right.

Well, this man's a Reb. A damned Reb.

Why you bothering?

Usually wouldn't, except this one happens to be my brother.

Get him down.

Put your guns down by that tree. Now!

Now, get him down and cut him loose.

Come on, fellas, it's hot. Just how many holes you want to dig?

Down on your bellies.

Seems to remind you of something, don't it?

Yeah, only it was the other way around.

- Old Man Childer's barn? - Yeah.

I recall his daughter was there, too. And her brothers coming after you.

Yeah. I had a hell of a time pulling my boots on.

It wasn't just your boots, little brother.

- What're you doing here? - Just passing through.

- You? - Doesn't matter anymore.

It's good to see you, Dal. Especially alive.

Good to see you, too, Mac.

Let's go home.

You know, Mac...

Half a day's ride, we'll be home.

- Does Kate know you're coming? - Nobody knows I'm coming.

Sure did miss her.

I got a feeling it was more than home cooking.

- Where is everybody? - Pa?

Mama?

Don't neither one of you move.

Pa?

Mac, is that you?

Well, of course it's me.

Well, it's a good thing you yelled out, boy. I was all set to shoot.

Who's that with you, boy?

It's me, Pa. Dal.

By God, it is.

Ma, you better come out here.

Take a good look, Mother. They got it wrong.

- Damn, I knew they did. - Quit your swearing, Luke.

Dal, is it you?

How you doing, Mama?

There's only one man in the world with that voice.

Underneath that grizzle, it's his face.

The army told us you were dead.

Son.

Mac, give me a hug.

Hey, where are the girls?

What happened, Ma?

Let me get a jug, and I'll tell you.

Hold this.

They were in this place before anybody knew it. Tore it apart.

When they pulled out...

They took Sissy and Heather with them.

Jesse tried fighting them off, but they just hit too fast.

You mean Jesse was here?

Two months ago.

He got wounded somewhere in Tennessee, and they sent him home.

Looks like you put up a fight.

Oh, I managed to get off a couple of shots, but there was just too many of them.

Comanches have got nothing on them.

They took all the livestock and just about every speck of food we had in the place.

You keep saying "they," Pa. Who're you talking about?

Soldiers. Like him. Rebs.

You got any idea where they went?

South is all anybody seems to know.

Mama? You all right?

She ain't slept since it happened.

How can I sleep when they stole my children?

What about the Connery place?

Kate all right?

Kate was here. Came for supper.

You mean she's with them?

You know Kate, she'd give them a fight.

What about the law? What've they been doing?

Not much they could do without getting folks killed.

And if it's Gillette you're talking about, he wasn't even around.

Where the hell's he been the last few days?

I figure I'll go into town and ask him that.

Go get my children and you bring them back.

Don't worry, Mama, we'll find them.

Mac, I don't want you having a run-in with Miles Gillette.

You might kill him.

Why don't you stay here with the folks.

I'm gonna ride over to the Sparks place and talk to Shorty.

Yeah, I guess you're right.

Somebody ought to stay with Ma and Pa. You just find out who did it, Dal.

Be ready to ride.

Dal? I'll be doggone.

Everybody had you dead and buried for dang near a year.

Good to see you're still kicking.

How are you, Miles?

You got any idea who hit our folks' place?

All we know is a band of renegades swept through about a week ago.

Hit about a half a dozen places in the county, then just disappeared.

How many of them?

About a dozen of them, from what I heard.

Armed to the teeth. Had some wagons with them.

Some of them full of grain, others were carrying prisoners.

Where were you when all of this was going on?

I was down in Converse, running down a prisoner of my own.

That's, kind of, out of your territory, isn't it?

Yep, a ways. But I wanted to see this man locked up.

Happens he was a kin of yours, your Uncle Jack.

Dal, even if I'd been here when the renegades come through...

There's nothing I could have done about it.

- You could've gone after them. - They didn't leave much choice.

Said anyone tried following, they'd find nothing but bodies.

- Dal? - Hello, Frank.

Sorry you had to come back to something like this.

Appears they hit your place, too.

Happens I was out at your folks', with Kate.

We were engaged, Dal. Gonna get married.

We all thought you were dead.

- Pa said they were headed south. - Yeah, pulled out about four days ago.

I gotta feeling you're going after them.

Mac's out at the place now. He'll ride with me.

Sharp's. Take them.

Knock the stripes off a skunk from 500 yard.

Thanks, Miles.

- I'm sorry. - She's a hell of a woman.

- I want to go home. - I know, Heather. We all do.

Why hasn't someone come to help us, Kate? Someone has to come.

We can't count on that. We've got to do it ourselves.

HOW?

I'm gonna talk to Jesse.

- Do you think they'll let you? - Only one way to find out.

Watch yourself, Kate.

Hold it.

- How're the girls holding up? - They want to go home.

Kate, if they take us all to Mexico, we don't have a chance.

Maybe this'll help.

- Where'd you get that? - From Dal, when we were kids.

I keep thinking I'm gonna look up someday...

And there he is.

- He's dead, Jesse. - I don't believe that.

He's too ornery.

- I might need some help. - I'll be waiting for your move.

Miss Connery?

Get back to the women.

And as for you...

Whatever it is you're hatching, forget it, or end up dead.

Horses, cattle...

Three or four wagons, all of them carrying a real load.

A regular caravan.

They're heading for the coast.

Figured they'd head straight for Mexico. I don't get it.

- Maybe they're going for a swim. - They can swim in the Rio Grande.

No matter what happens, I want you to stay out of the way.

- What are you up to? - Just do as I say.

Miss Connery.

Please, sit down.

I was wondering when we'd have a little time to visit.

Why are you doing this?

I have my reasons.

No reason could be worth what you're doing.

I'm talking about the South, Miss Connery...

And a way of life that was taken from us.

What makes you think you can get it back?

Miss Connery...

The rebel yell was first heard at Manassas...

And at 100 battles since then, from Richmond to Gettysburg.

The rebel yell is hard to describe.

It's a mixture of fear and anger and exaltation...

But it inspires men, even from defeat.

These damn Yankees think they've heard the last of it, but they haven't...

And I'm gonna get it back any way I can.

These people have nothing to do with any of that.

I'm sorry. I'm truly sorry.

Hey, you...

These ropes are starting my wrists to bleed. How about making them looser?

Somebody's escaping.

Hold your fire.

I don't want him dead.

I'll get him.

I said, no shooting.

- Major! - Kill him.

That's the end of him.

Too bad, he would've brought a good price in Mexico.

Great idea of yours, taking this canyon.

It's hot enough to pop corn.

Get a leg broke.

Everything seems to have a bite to it, and I'm smelling like an old sheepherder.

Mac, they got a four-day jump on us.

This canyon's the shortest way I know to the coast.

Yeah.

Come on, big brother.

What's got your back up? You ain't said much the last couple of hours.

It's Kate.

I never figured that woman to run off.

Well, Dal, she thought you were dead.

Well, she might have waited to find out. I mean, Frank King!

Nice enough fella. Owns a big ranch, runs a lot of cattle.

Always said there never could be no other man.

Hell, even if I was dead, she didn't give me a chance to get cold.

You're right. Forget her.

What do you mean, forget her?

She might have had her reasons, you know.

I'm sorry about your friend.

Go on.

You don't have to end up like the others, Miss Connery.

I would like to take you back south with me.

I can offer you a more genteel way of life.

You go back there, and they'll shoot you.

You're not a soldier anymore, you're an outlaw.

I'm still Major Cooper Ashbury, and they'll follow me.

What about the Traven girls?

They'll end up in Chihuahua eventually.

What about you, Miss Connery? Does my proposal interest you?

Nothing about you interests me, Major.

I'd rather end up in Chihuahua.

She's coming in, Major.

Bring down the trade goods and all the people now onto the beach.

Yes, sir.

Attention, men!

Bring down the trade goods and the people to the beach now!

You heard the Lieutenant!

Don't just stand there gaping, move!

Pull them wagons round.

Soldier, get these women lined up with the others.

Don't you touch her.

Hell in petticoats. Don't touch them, Hardy.

Get in there.

Come on, let's get in there.

Take it right up to shore.

Careful, sefior.

Colonel Hammond, I'm MajorAshbury.

Even down here, Major, we're aware that the war is over.

It's not for me, or for my men. That's why I contacted you.

We're in the market for arms and ammunition.

We plan to go back and kill the Yankees.

Well, it's a relief to see that you don't hold a grudge, Major.

- I'd like to see the guns. - Surely.

Rifle.

- Lieutenant. - Sir?

I'll need 200 more, and ammunition.

That is not a problem, Major.

I'd like to see the rest of the guns now.

- You can't. They're not here. - Then where are they?

Two days sailing from here.

I've run guns for too long, Major.

I make it a practice to see the other man's merchandise first.

Then take a look.

I guarantee these women will bring a good price.

The men I took are strong, they're ideal for working in the silver mines.

- Plus a herd of cattle and horses. - That's the grain?

Most of it. We have close to a ton.

I understand Maximilian needs it to feed his troops...

And you do business with Maximilian.

I do business with the highest bidder.

She won't do.

She's strong. She's a hard worker.

So is a mule, but it's not what they're interested in down there.

You see, this is what they're interested in.

Young and fresh.

And spirited.

- What's your price? - They're not for sale.

She speak for you, Major?

They are special.

Well, I agree.

Blonde hair is rare south of the border, brings a good price.

And red hair's even more rare.

I'll give you $1,000 for her.

Well, what'll it be, Miss Connery?

I meant what I said last night.

Throw in a dozen rifles, and she's yours.

- Done. - Too bad.

- Get his boots. - Yeah.

Dal.

- Mac? - He still remembers us.

Dal, it is you.

- They said you were... - I know, I'm getting tired of hearing that.

Yeah, they were Rebs, all right. Still fighting the war.

Man leading them calls himself Ashbury.

- Cooper Ashbury? A Major? - That's him.

The men he's riding with would follow him straight into hell if he called it.

I was afraid of that.

You're right about them following him into hell, they would.

- I rode with him once myself. - Why did they take so many hostages?

Figured we'd be worth something to slave traders.

Comancheros.

Sell the men for slave labour in the silver mines...

Take the women down to Chihuahua and sell them for...

Yeah, we get the picture.

The folks, how they doing anyway?

Sitting home alone, waiting.

- Well, at least they're together. - Yup.

They always done just fine together.

- How're the girls doing? They all right? - Heather's scared.

Sissy's looking out for her, and Kate's looking out for both of them.

Hear you got yourself wounded somewhere in Tennessee.

Shoulder.

But it's all right now.

Did Ma tell you what colour I was wearing?

Blue, grey, it doesn't matter.

A man fights for what he believes in. Just be glad it's over.

Amen to that.

Can you ride?

Yeah, I can ride.

Going in the morning.

When do we go for the guns?

The first tide.

But there'll only be yourself and two men allowed along.

There's the grain and the prisoners. No room for everyone.

What about the horses and the cattle?

My men will drive them down when we come back, in four or five days.

You have a deal, Major.

You can trust me.

I was wondering if you would care to join me.

The pheasant in this part of the country is extraordinary.

Cooked with wine and sage.

You must be starved.

Well?

If you're thinking of using that knife on me, don't.

- And if I did? - That man out there would shoot you.

Thereby making you a somewhat less attractive dinner partner.

Allow me.

What happens to us now?

- Chihuahua? - No.

Not you. You're much too good for that.

Why not Mexico City, St. Louis, New Orleans?

I'm really tempted to take you along with me...

But I'm just afraid that I'd awaken some morning...

And find you'd made a necklace with my teeth.

- No, you'll stay here for now. - What about the girls?

- They're coming with me. - I'd rather go with them.

I'm sorry.

I'll be back in a while, and then we'll decide what to do with you.

Put your backs into it, boys!

Oh, God. Kate's there, but they took the girls.

Stampede!

- You cut that kind of close, didn't you? - I got sand in my eye.

I should have known you'd come.

Yeah, you should've.

I told you he was too ornery.

Jesse!

Oh, God, we thought they'd killed you.

If you ain't learnt by now, the Travens are a hard kill.

I got something here that belongs to you.

Thank you, Kate.

- Hello, Mac. - Hello, Kate.

Hey, how do you like what I picked up on the trail?

What about Heather and Sissy?

They sailed this morning for Mexico.

- Why didn't they take you along? - They thought I'd be trouble.

I can appreciate that.

- What about Ashbury? - He sailed with them.

It's a hard ride between here and Chihuahua.

And them travelling by ship.

I don't know nothing about Mexico.

Dal?

Not much.

Jesse?

I know someone who does.

Jack Traven.

You are talking about Uncle "Black Jack" Traven?

Yes, sir.

Well, big brother, you know there are some people who call him "scoundrel."

Some might even call him "outlaw."

And we all know he's a rogue. Besides, we don't know where to find him.

Converse County Jail.

What are we waiting for?

Never seen old Uncle Jack raise a sweat before.

Well, good to see you boys made it through the war all right.

Well, quit gawking. It's humiliating enough without you laughing on it.

Come on, Uncle Jack, you've been in jail before.

I don't care about that. It's the working I'm talking about.

A lot of men have seen me raise a lot of hell in my time...

But not one man alive has ever seen me raise a blister.

Well, don't fret about it, Jack.

We're not gonna tell nobody. What did they lock you up for?

They're just trying to make something out of nothing.

I met this gal over in Big Springs, and it turned out she was married.

You're in here 'cause of that?

Well, it's a little more complicated than that, but...

How'd you boys know where to find me?

Miles Gillette.

Miles Gillette, huh?

Mac, I sure hope you're still figuring on running against him.

I'll swear that man's been after my hide for 30 years, and he won't let up.

What did you ever do to him?

Nothing serious.

I mean, a man can't even bend the law a little bit anymore.

Now, last time you were in jail, it was over a woman, too.

Judge's wife, I recall.

And there was shooting.

Se“ defiance.

Ain't you getting a little old for that?

- You mean gunplay? - No, I mean the other.

When I get too old for that, they'll be shoveling dirt in my face.

How about this last woman? Any shooting?

No serious shooting.

- We just dropped by to say hello. - Thanks.

Mac, we need him.

- You heard what he said. - Yep, except we need him.

Well, that's fine.

Except, how we gonna get him out? I mean, it's ajail.

Got any ideas?

Yeah.

Come on, Uncle Jack, we gotta get out of here.

Come on, Uncle Jack.

Well, did you have to use two sticks of dynamite?

- Hello, Kate. - Hello, Jack.

- Brought your horse. - Thank you.

- Glad to see you're still alive. - Well, thank you.

Take a look at these wrinkles and these here grey hairs.

Every one of them earned.

Well, I sure do appreciate you boys busting me out.

I hope nobody back there got a good look.

I gotta be loco. Blowing up a jail!

By the way, where we bound?

Mexico.

You do know the country down there, don't you?

I know more about that country than ajackrabbit knows about running.

Every trail, back trail, cantinas...

Bawdyhouses.

We're not exactly going down there sightseeing, Jack.

We ain't?

Then why?

Mac, Dal, better get up here!

Right out there.

Who the hell are they?

I'd say that's gotta be a posse.

Looks like they're in a hurry.

Uncle Jack, have you been telling us everything?

What do you mean?

I mean, by the way they're riding, you left out something.

Yeah, it might be that fella I shot over in Waco.

- You mean you killed someone? - No, it's worse.

His father was the mayor.

I don't want to hear anymore.

If they catch up to us, my chances of running for office are dead.

You hear me? Dead!

You could always start over.

That's Miles Gillette leading them.

What's he doing along?

Maybe he heard you're fixing to run for sheriff.

Why is the Sheriff of Big Springs chasing after you...

For something you did in Waco?

Well, Mac, you know how that old turkey's had it in for me all these years.

If you keep jawing, they're gonna catch up to us.

No, because in a few hours we'll be at the Rio Grande.

When we cross that, we'll be in Mexico.

It's your men?

My welcoming committee.

I don't see any sign of the rifles.

We have a system here. You see those wagons?

They're to transport the grain and the prisoners to the train.

Train?

The train that will take us to Chihuahua.

- Your rifles are on that train. - How far?

Half a day's journey from here.

Hey, Carlos, what do you think of this pretty blonde girl here?

Where is Jack?

He was supposed to be keeping watch, but he disappeared.

- Where's Mac? - Looking for Uncle Jack.

- Here, I brought you a little drink. - Where you been?

There's a village back there, and you know they got some girls there that would just...

That posse's in sight. Best get going.

You still haven't told us why that posse isn't letting up.

- Well, it must be that other thing. - What thing?

Well, it wasn't my fault. I was just drinking a lot of whiskey and...

Whiskey gets the blame for a lot of things it didn't do. Come on.

Hold on to that tequila.

Unload everything.

Put them all in the stockade!

And I mean all of them.

No!

All right, get down. Move!

- No sign of them. - Good.

I best get back up there and keep a lookout.

Good thing they let up. Horses need a rest.

Yeah, could be they're doing the same thing.

- How you making out? - I'm doing fine.

Kind of warm.

Hey, Kate.

How did you manage to get so friendly with Frank King?

What do you mean?

The two of you're engaged. I'd say that's getting pretty friendly.

I heard you were killed. What was I supposed to do?

You always said you'd wait for me.

Wait? I waited for you most of my life.

- Like I said, I heard you were dead. - Well, I ain't dead.

I never got word otherwise.

Same as when you left, not a word.

There was a war going on.

You know, sometimes a man's gotta do...

What he has to do. Well, sometimes a woman does, too...

And I'm a woman, Dal Traven, not a martyr.

I just thought you always knew I'd be coming back.

How was I supposed to know?

I thought that's the way it was meant to be.

You thought?

Why didn't you ever ask me?

Ask you? Ask you what?

Why didn't you ever ask me what Frank King asked me?

Hey, Dal, while you're down there trying to figure out the female race...

You might as well take a bath.

Those two gotta be loco.

I think they call that love, little brother.

Amounts to the same thing, don't it?

How's your love life?

Not me.

Since I've been home, I spend my time with the folks helping with the ranch.

What about your schooling?

I figured I'd pick that up again when we get back.

Well, that's good to hear.

We Travens got a lot of faults...

But being ignorant ain't one of them.

Especially having a big brother aiming to run for governor.

No. That just sounds good to the ladies.

You sure did leave an awful big footprint, Mac.

Listen...

You just be yourself, Jesse. So far, I'd say you're doing just fine.

I just realised Holiday Hammond's hangoufs over that next ridge.

I know those boys up there, and I can ride in.

But they'll probably shoot you.

You mean, there's nobody else they'd let pass...

Through there besides thieves and killers?

Oh, no of fence.

Do you mind telling me how you're gonna get the rest of us in there...

Without us ending up in a funeral procession?

Well, there's a mission over here a little ways.

I figured I'd ride over there and say a prayer for you boys.

What'd he say?

Said he was gonna take up praying.

You best go with him.

Amen.

Hey, where'd you get that?

I borrowed them.

You mean stole.

They don't sell them, you know.

You gonna borrow him, too?

Here, you best take these...

And we best quit jawing and get out of here.

Colonel, I would like to see those guns now.

Why, what's your hurry? Enjoy the festivities.

I have kept my end of the bargain.

Mariana, mafiana.

Now! I want to see them now!

The Major said now.

- Right now? - Right now.

You have been double-dealing from the start, Colonel.

That's right, Major. But, you see, that's the risks you take...

When you deal with the likes of me. Lock him up.

What the hell's going on here?

Kate's going in there and lend a little comfort to the prisoners.

Prisoners?

You mean you want to send her in there alone?

Well, it's gonna take at least three of us, Dal.

That's the only way I know how to get us in.

Why does it have to be Kate?

Well, you'd look pretty foolish in this getup.

Dal, don't forget Ashbury's in there. Now, he knows you and he knows Jesse.

Now I figure Uncle Jack knows what he's saying.

It's gonna take three of us inside. That leaves me, Jack, and Kate.

Well, Ashbury knows Kate, too, you know.

Not in that outfit he don't.

I don't want her going in there.

Well, what about what I want?

I've been with this thing a lot longer than you have.

Heather and Sissy are in there.

- How else are we gonna get them out? - We'll find another way.

Come on, Dal. What do you say let's take a little ride?

Jesse, why don't you go take that Sharp's off my horse?

The way this is going, you're gonna need it more than me.

Don't go hard on him, Kate.

I'm afraid he inherited that ornery streak from Pa.

I never seen your pa ride hard on your ma.

Oh, he tries. He tries, but she just fights right back.

Just like you do.

They ended up having a pretty good thing.

That's all I want.

Well, if you can tolerate him, you'll have it.

Kate, he needs you, you know that.

You're right, he does need me, but he doesn't know it.

I think he does. Hell, you know him as well as I do.

He cares.

I think he cares a lot, he just...

He don't know how to say it.

Well, isn't it about time he learnt?

Well, it's not his way...

But I'll tell you something...

I'd be willing to bet, you stick with him, he'll learn.

What about you?

Kate, you sure you're gonna be all right going in there alone?

Don't worry, Mac.

Even if they find me out, they probably won't hurt me.

You didn't answer my question. What about you?

Going in there alone, I mean, that's risky.

- You always do that. - What?

Change the subject when things get too close.

You think you got me figured out, don't you?

Well, that's not gonna work, see, because I'm not talking about me...

I'm talking about Dal.

Now, I think he's acting the way he is...

What is it with you Traven boys?

I got the feeling you're fixing to make a point.

Dal can't say how he feels about a woman, and you run from it.

I'm not running. I mean, Kate, you know how it is.

Well, I am running, I'm running for sheriff.

There is no room in my life right now for a woman.

The trouble with you, Mac Traven, is you're gun-shy.

Well, let me put it this way.

Somebody like you comes along...

I might consider it. Now cool down.

It's like a damn hornet's nest down there.

If you got a plan, Jack, you better be letting me in on it.

You know, you never asked me how I got this tequila.

HOW?

Stole it. Just like I did this.

I got a plan.

Quit worrying about that woman, will you? She's a tough one, and smart.

You know that. And when the shooting starts...

She'll be there to look after the girls.

We'll take care of her, Dal. That's a promise.

I'm gonna hold you to it.

You looking for someone?

I heard at the mission some women were brought in. I'd like to see them.

This is not a good place for you.

Take me to them, please.

How you boys doing?

Haven't seen you for a while.

Figured either a lawman or a husband finally got you.

There's a few of them chasing me, I guess.

Who's he?

This is my nephew.

Go on through.

That wasn't too hard.

Sister, will you pray for me?

Of course, my child.

I'm Sister Katherine.

Uncle Jack...

I know you got a plan, but don't you think you ought to fill me in?

Here, you might need this.

Kate!

Mac is here. So's Jesse and Dal.

You mean they're alive?

They're going to get you out of here.

You're intruding, sir.

I'm sorry, Sister.

But I couldn't help noticing, despite the habit, that you're quite young.

And now I can't help wondering what you'd look like without that outfit.

I am a nun. Have you no conscience?

Not when there's a profit in it.

Hello, Kate. Welcome to Mexico.

You all know what the old maid said to the cowpuncher, don't you?

- No. - You tell them, Uncle Jack.

Come on, amigos.

It's been a long, hard trail, and I'm buying.

Damn, it won't take forever for that posse to get here.

What're they waiting on?

Jack said to wait for his signal.

What signal?

Said we couldn't miss it.

Come on, amigo!

Hold on. I'll be right there.

I reckon that's Uncle Jack's signal.

I'll take the one on the left.

Got you.

Bring her to my car. Them, too.

No!

Thanks, Uncle Jack.

Here come Dal and Jesse.

Come on, come on.

Let's go.

Tell the engineer to get moving, now!

I'm gonna get the girls.

Find the girls.

Hi, Uncle Jack.

- Where's the Travens? - On the train.

Get down!

Thank God you're alive.

Get back.

Where's Kate and the girls?

By God, I ought to kill you for what you done to my family.

Then do it.

This killing's got to stop somewhere.

I recall this belongs to you.

Makes us even, Major.

Dal, Hammond's got the girls and Kate on the train.

Looks like somebody started a war.

Everybody's dead?

There's gotta be somebody around here.

Mac, watch out!

Mac, watch out!

We'll be getting into Chihuahua tonight.

Perhaps the day after you'd care to go on into Mexico City.

Colonel Hammond, are you going to keep the brandy all to yourself?

Why, no. No, not at all. Please sit down.

Stop this train.

Do it now!

Whoa, cowboy.

Jack Traven!

I ain't seen him.

- You all right? - Yes, you?

Stay here.

You boys are in enough trouble. You best get out of the way.

Sorry, Sheriff, can't do that. We want Jack.

Now, I know why you boys come down here. I'm sorry for what happened to your family...

But I got a job to do. Jack Traven is going back to Texas.

We're all going back to Texas. Uncle Jack's riding with us.

You boys busted your Uncle Jack out of jail.

Now, I'm willing to let that slide.

You ain't got no authority down here. What'd he do anyway?

What'd he do?

This man's a horse thief, a renegade...

A double-dealing, lying, womanising...

Womanising ain't against the law.

Go on, tell them, Gillette, how you been setting on your rump for all these years...

All of a sudden you start chasing me till I about turned into raw meat.

You just been running loose too long.

There's more to it than that. You tell them, or I will.

I'll carve your tongue out, Jack.

You better tell us, Miles.

He's been after my wife.

That ain't all of it.

That wife of yours has been chasing me for years...

And I just got tired of running.

I caught them together. And I'm taking him in.

You take one Traven, you gotta take them all.

Sorry it had to come to this.

Maybe it doesn't have to.

Make you a trade, Sheriff. Holiday Hammond for "Black Jack" Traven.

Hammond's a big fish compared to Uncle Jack.

Mean a lot more to you fellas riding back into Texas with Holiday Hammond in tow.

Been on the wanted list almost 20 years.

Most wanted man in Texas, the way I hear it.

You boys got yourself a trade.

You'd have loved Mexico City.

Maybe, but you'd never have seen it alive.

Kate, I might have died a happy man.

Jack Traven, I don't want to ever see you around Big Springs again.

Afraid you got no say in the matter, Gillette.

See, I'm gonna be the next sheriff of Big Springs. See you at the polls.

Give my regards to your wife.

Jack Traven for Holiday Hammond.

You boys sure did get the best of that trade.

That's a matter of opinion.

- Upsy-daisy. - Sorry.

Got room for one more?

You mean you're trading in your horse for a wagon ride?

Yeah, well, I got something I want to ask you.

Let's go home.

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