Original subtitles

Whoa! Whoa, boy, whoa!

You all right, son?

I can handle 'em.

Easy, boy! Easy, boy!

Oh!

Whoa! Whoa, Ma! Ma!

- Whoa, boy! - Easy!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Ho, ho. Come here.

Whoa, now, boy.

Whoa, whoa. Whoa now.

- Hello, son. - Thank you, Major.

I don't know what we would've done if you hadn't come along.

Oh, that's all right, Mrs. Lerner.

I could've handled them if she hadn't made all that noise.

ADAMS: Why, sure you could.

Ah, git up there! There, ho! Now behave.

Oh...

Duane, go help your sister.

Yes'm.

Oh, you'll have to forgive us, Major.

I guess we're all a little excited.

You've got every right in the world to be.

A couple more days and you'll be all settled in your new home.

Yes. And the children will be back with their father again.

Oh, it's gonna be so wonderful.

Claude wrote to us all about the ranch.

He's got the house already built

and the corral up, and...

Listen to me.

You'd think you had all day to let me rattle on.

You sound like a spring bride.

Oh, me? Go on, now, Major.

I've been married more years than I care to remember.

Besides, you don't see any spring brides

running around with two that size.

Well, I just want to say goodbye to you, Mrs. Lerner.

Flint'll see that you get down to Branderton, where you're going,

and I just wanted to wish you all the luck in the world.

You got two fine youngsters there.

I'm very happy to have you on the train.

Well, thank you, sir.

That's just about the nicest thing anyone ever said to me.

Uh, goodbye.

Goodbye, and God bless you.

Major? Did you get bucked off?

You just get this lady to where she's going,

will ya, and none of your sass.

Get over here, boy.

We'd better get the rest of your gear packed, Mrs. Lerner.

Funny, I've been looking forward to leaving this train

ever since the day we first joined it,

but now that the time's here, I...

That old mooch kinda grows on you.

I'll take care of the team.

You pack the gear.

Tucknis!

Give me a cup of water!

I said give me a cup of water!

Here!

All right, that's enough, boys.

Pa! Pa! I just... Pa!

I just seen a wagon train camped down in the valley, about a mile.

Well, Squirrel, you...

You just show your pa where that is,

and maybe I can get down there and sell 'em some hides.

Hawkes leave?

Yeah, he's up ahead scouting, like you told him.

Lerners fixing to pull out?

Yep.

Sure hate to see 'em go.

That Mrs. Lerner's a fine woman,

bringing them kids all the way out here by herself.

You know, a woman can do that

can face up to almost anything.

I'm not so sure of that.

Why not?

She never tasted any of your coffee.

What the devil's that?

Whoa.

Howdy, mister.

You play that thing pretty good.

Heh heh. Yeah.

I never like to quit in the middle

of a purty tune like that.

My name's Charvanaugh.

Folks call me Old Man Charvanaugh.

I'm Seth Adams.

Well, how do?

Are you the man that charge all these wagons?

That's right. Anything we can do for you?

Oh, I reckon not.

Listen, maybe some of your people here

can find use for a might fine buffalo hide.

Sure'd like to sell 'em.

And I'd make a good price.

Pretty near have to give 'em away.

They're not even cured. You can smell 'em a mile.

That's what they've been telling me all along.

Did you kill all them animals yourself?

Who, me? Heh heh heh. Shucks, no.

I was just a skinner.

Buffalo outfit back on that staked plain.

Yeah, they fired me, kicked me out.

Said I was too old, and this is what they give me

for nine months' work.

Sure would like to sell 'em.

Well, any of you folks

like to buy a non-cured buffalo hide?

No.

Well, I guess they're not interested, partner.

No, I reckon not.

Well, thank you just the same.

Hey, hold on a minute!

There's a young fella in that back wagon named McCullough.

He's always looking for a good bargain.

I bet he'd buy some of them skins.

By golly, that's right!

Here's a dollar!

Give him one or two of them hides, will you?

Tell him they're a present from a friend of his.

Well, I sure will, and that's mighty kind of you.

That's right neighborly.

Yeah, thank you. I'll be seeing you.

Go on, Charlie.

You know, if I wasn't scared,

I'd like to see the look on old McCullough's face.

So would I. We better get moving.

Come on, folks. Mount your wagons.

Let's go. We're rolling.

All right, all set?

Wagons ho!

Hyah!

Whoa!

Well, howdy, folks.

Howdy.

Would you be Mr. McCullough?

- That's right. - My name's Charvanaugh.

Fella up at the head the train said you'd like to buy a couple of my hides.

That'd be a big man, gray hair, answers to the name of Adams?

Yep, that's him.

I'm afraid he was putting you on.

Ohh.

Well...

Maybe the missus would like to have one of my hides.

Oh, no, I'm afraid they're much too expensive.

Oh, no, ma'am.

I've got 'em at a very, very low price.

Sorry, Mrs. Lerner wouldn't be interested.

Oh, uh...

Mrs. Lerner?

Oh. Excuse me, then.

I wouldn't want you to be too late

catching up with your train, so you just go on, get ahead.

If you'll pull that rig of yours out, we'll do just that.

Yeah, but train's going that way.

Yeah, and we're going that way.

What fer?

This is Mrs. Lerner.

I'm taking her down to a town called Brandenton...

That's about 65 miles south of here...

To meet up with her husband.

Is there anything else you'd like to know?

Well, now, Mr. McCullough, no use getting riled up.

I'm just an old man traveling all by hisself.

Well, you can't blame me for having a little curiosity.

Well, pleasant journey, ma'am.

Heh. Hup!

I think you hurt his feelings.

I didn't mean to, but an old fellow like that,

he'd talk to you all day.

Were they real buffalo hides?

Yeah, Duane, what was left of them.

They smelled awful.

Poor man. I couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

Let's pull 'em out, Mrs. Lerner.

Hey!

Whoa!

Country's pretty rough up ahead.

You want me to take it through for you?

No, you'd better lead the way.

I'll go slow.

All right, Mrs. Lerner.

Hyup!

Hey!

I had no business hitting this gully straight on.

Now, don't go blaming yourself.

That's the way I led you into it.

I do blame myself.

Honestly, I drive this wagon

halfway across the country,

then do a fool thing like this.

Well, we'll get it fixed, all right.

I see a stick over there I can use as a pry.

You get the kids to get the tools out of the wagon.

Come on, Sybil.

That's got it.

It's braced.

Now all we gotta do is put the wheel on,

and it should be as good as new.

So long as it stays on till we get to Brandenton.

You'll get there, all right.

It's getting kind of late.

We'll be making camp soon.

Anything else I can do?

No, but you've been a lot of help. Thanks.

I was? Gosh, thanks.

That was nice of you.

Well, he was a big help.

All right, Mrs. Lerner. Pull it out.

DUANE: Hey, you're putting too much salt in it.

I am not!

Why don't you go do something?

I hope too many cooks haven't spoiled the stew.

Impossible. I could eat the whole thing. Thanks.

You sound like my husband.

Oh, it's gonna be so good to get home.

Home? You've never even seen it.

You're wrong there.

I've seen it many times

in the letters my husband's written.

I've seen it through his words and through his eyes,

and I've seen it here.

Wherever my husband is, that's home to me.

Your husband's a very fortunate man.

Yes, but I'm so much more fortunate.

I have him and Duane and Sybil.

I have so much to live for.

Yes, you have.

Forgive me for getting so sentimental.

Come on. That stew won't keep forever.

'Bout ready, dear?

Whoa!

Looks like we got company.

Howdy, folks! Remember me?

So, like I was saying, I got to thinking

what you told me about that town,

and I said to myself, "Charvanaugh...

"It just don't make sense

for you to be going on the way you've been going."

So I started south and was headed that way

when I saw your fire.

People in that town buy my hides

just the same as anyplace else...

but it's mighty nice of you folks to...

To let me join you.

Well, that's quite all right, Mr. Charvanaugh.

You children finished?

Well, give me your plates, then.

Go wash up.

It's almost bedtime.

Aw. It's still early.

No arguments, now. It's been a long day.

Good night.

I wonder why children always hate to say good night.

Mr. Charvanaugh, you're welcome

to eat your fill, sit a while,

but then I'd like you to be on your way.

That's exactly what I had in mind.

In the middle of the night?

I don't want to hurt anybody's feelings,

Mrs. Lerner, but Charvanaugh here'll understand.

You're my responsibility.

I don't want somebody who's a complete stranger to join up with us.

But he's not a stranger,

at least not anymore.

Oh, but I am, ma'am.

This Mr. McCullough here makes good sense.

You've gotta be awfully careful

with who you mix with in this part of the country.

Of course, if I was figuring on doing you folks some kind of harm,

like trying to rob you or something, well, heh heh...

Shucks, I never even would've

showed myself first, now, would I?

And what would an old man like me be doing

with all that stuff you're toting around?

Why, I got my hands filled just trying to sell

that wagon-load of hides.

Yeah. I sure hope I can sell 'em

in that town.

What'd you call it?

Brandenton.

Brandenton.

Sounds mighty nice.

Sort of homey-like.

Yeah, and maybe if I can get

the right price for my hides,

I'll just settle down there and get me a good woman who can cook.

I ain't never tasted nothing like this before,

in ten years, at least.

Ten years, Mr. Charvanaugh?

Yep.

That's when Bertha died. She was my wife.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Oh, you don't have to be. She was a good woman.

And I know she's getting her reward, wherever she is.

Some more, Mr. McCullough?

No thanks. I couldn't eat another bite.

It's a good thing Mr. Charvanaugh came along.

I hate to see food go to waste.

How long you been packing those hides, Charvanaugh?

Well, I can't really say. Quite a spell, I guess.

Did you ever sell any of them?

Well, now, I could hardly say that I did.

What makes you think you'll sell 'em when you get to Brandenton?

Oh, just hope. That's all.

Hope. Old man like me with nobody else in the world.

Just selling that wagon-load of hides

is all I got to keep my faith up.

Well...

It was awfully good, ma'am. Mm! Real good.

Now, you just stay here for just a minute.

I want to show my appreciation for what you did for me.

Then I'll be on my way.

Now, don't move. I'll be right back.

Now, what do you suppose he's up to?

It's hard to tell.

You know, there's something about him that just doesn't set right with me.

You're too suspicious.

He's just a harmless old man,

wandering around all by himself,

trying to sell those awful hides.

Yeah, that's what bothers me...

He's too harmless and he's too lonely.

Besides, nobody in his right mind

would try to keep his faith up

with that worthless mess of skins.

Well, you heard what he said.

They're all he has.

You know, a man named Carlyle once wrote,

"There's so much good in the worst of us

"and so much bad in the best of us

that it ill behooves any of us to find fault with the rest of us."

I believe that.

There's so much good in the worst of us

and so much bad in the best of us,

that it ill behooves any of us to find fault with the rest of us.

All right, Mrs. Lerner. You win.

Yep.

Well, I sure found a beauty, ma'am.

Yes, sirree.

This is the best one in the whole lot.

Isn't that purty?

And that's all for you for being so nice to me.

Well, I... I don't know.

I mean...

And this one don't smell so bad.

Here, you have a sniff.

I... believe you.

I'd be pleased to take it, Mr. Charvanaugh.

I'm sure that after it's properly cured,

I'll find good use for it.

Well, thank you, ma'am.

I'll just go put it on the wagon.

Thank you.

My, my, she sure is a nice female. Heh.

Oh, you know something, Mr. McCullough?

They say a little music helps sort of settle your vittles,

and if you've got no objections,

I'd like to play a little tune.

No objection at all.

Sit down and play a tune.

Well, thank you, sir.

Ooh.

It's a shame to let all that good music go to waste.

Are you asking me to dance, ma'am?

I am.

Duane, Sybil, come on.

Play something lively, Mr. Charvanaugh.

We'll have a hoedown.

Oh! Right you are.

Oh, that's enough! I'm exhausted.

Mr. McCullough, you sure tug at her hard.

Ah, wasn't me. It's the way you play that thing.

You really play.

Well, thank you kindly.

Uh, maybe you'd like to just rest for a spell,

and I'll play a little listening music.

Oh, that's a good idea.

That sure is.

Here.

Let's see, this is a tune, uh...

Yeah, my old pappy taught me that, was...

Oh, about robbers and things like that,

called "Brennen on the Moor."

Blessed if I can remember the words, but...

Uh, nope.

Let me just play it through once,

and then maybe they'll come back to me.

All right, folks, just stay where you are.

MRS. LERNER: What is this, Mr. Charvanaugh?

Seeing as how you folks has been so nice to me,

I thought maybe you'd just like to meet my boys.

First one there is Sump.

He's kind of big for his age.

The other one is Squirrel.

He's sort of hot-headed with a gun.

I reckon you just found that out.

Other two is Tucknis and Josh.

Josh is good with a gun, too...

but he ain't very bright.

Well, ma'am, I'm sure sorry

I didn't remember them words,

but I always liked that tune. Heh heh.

Get his gun, son.

Well, you heard me. Go on and get it.

Get out of the way!

You know, that Mr. McCullough, he ain't very bright neither.

Now, if you or...

any one of you starts something...

you're all gonna get killed.

Josh, Tucknis, get them things by the fire.

Mr. Charvanaugh,

you just can't take everything we own.

But, ma'am, I'm afraid you're in no position

to tell me what I can do and what I can't.

Look, if it's money you want,

we haven't got much, but...

there's a cash box stowed in the wagon.

Well, now, that's mighty nice of you to tell me that,

and don't you worry, we'll get it.

Thank you.

TUCKNIS: Hey, looky here, there's some food left!

- I saw it first. - Come on, you can't just...

When I tell you to do something, do it!

Pa, we ain't et yet.

Plenty of time for that. We gotta get movin'.

DUANE: What are they gonna do to us, Ma?

I don't know, son.

Yeah, what are you gonna do, Charvanaugh?

Well, I ain't gonna do nothin' to nice folks like you.

You mean you're just gonna leave us here?

Well, I'm afraid that's right.

But why? We have nothing of value.

Oh, but, ma'am, with this beautiful rig here

and all this stuff, why, plenty people

are willing to buy it, no questions asked.

Nothing at all.

So help me, I'll catch up with you.

Hear what he said, boys? He'll catch up with us.

Well, now, let me see.

I'll just have to stop that

by taking some of your duds.

All we want from little lady

and the young'uns is the shoes.

Don't you touch me or my children.

Well, go on. Iff'n they won't give 'em, take 'em.

You leave my ma alone!

Tucknis?

Take care of him, Sump.

Go!

Ugh!

Oh!

Unh!

Pa?

Ohh!

All right, that's enough, boys.

Now, get back to what you was doing.

I think I'll take them boots.

They look real nice.

Get your hands off!

Them's my boots!

- Them's my boots. - Mine!

- Mine! - Mine!

CHARVANAUGH: Well, now, if you folks feel

that you want to come after us,

you just feel free to do just that.

You know we can't follow you.

We'll die out here.

Well, now, ma'am, I told you I wasn't going to hurt you.

If you want to die out here, that'd be your own business.

Well, gotta get movin'. Tucknis, start that wagon out.

Well, so long, folks.

Awfully nice meeting up with you kind people.

Goodbye, ma'am.

Thanks!

Dear God, what have I done?

There's no sense blaming yourself.

What are we gonna do?

We walk.

To Brandenton?

Try and catch the wagon train.

But it's moving away from us.

They only do 10 to 12 miles a day.

We'll have to pray for a break-down.

But, Mr. McCullough,

you're in no condition to travel.

You got a better idea?

DUANE: I do.

I could go, and you could stay here and rest.

Well, I could.

Your father would be very proud of you,

but I think he'd want you to stay with Sybil and me.

After all, Mr. McCullough can't

look out for us all by himself.

Oh, yeah. I forgot about that.

Well, we better get going.

This'll make them feel better.

How much longer we gonna go, Ma?

I'm so thirsty.

Not far, son.

It won't be far now.

Hurry, we've been here long enough.

But we just stopped.

Children need rest.

If we stay here much longer, we won't get started again.

Hurrying.

Come on, Sybil.

Come on.

Any sign of him yet?

No. I can understand him being one day late,

but when he's two, by golly, if he's back there

in that town having himself a time, I'm gonna kill him.

What the devil are you doing back here?

I thought you were supposed to be out scouting.

Well, I've been halfway to California and back.

What's holding us up?

The Martin wagon broke down,

and besides, McCullough ain't back yet.

I figure as long as we're stopped,

we might as well stay here for tonight

and get a fresh start tomorrow morning.

What if he ain't back by then?

We'll go on without him.

But, Major, you can't do that.

Who says I can't?!

- Nobody, I guess. - All right.

Have you noticed him lately, Bill?

Every time that McCullough

ain't back when he's supposed to,

he starts fretting like an old setting hen.

Hey, you got anything to eat?

Have I! Come on.

FLINT: Come on, there's...

There's some water.

It's bad. We can't drink it.

We've got to!

It's poison.

Oh, no.

It's no use. We... can't go on.

We've gotta keep moving.

You go on.

I can't just leave you here.

Save yourself. You still have strength.

I gotta get help.

God.

Dear God, have mercy on us.

Could see a rider for ten miles out in this country.

Well, we could've missed him.

Maybe so, but I doubt it.

I'll just bet you anything that

that McCullough's hanging over a bar

in a saloon in that town.

Well, if he is, he'll wish he never laid eyes on me.

Making me hold up the train and go looking for him.

One of these days, I'm a...

What are you looking at?

Up above that hill there.

Oh, good Lord. Give me some water, Bill.

There, boy.

L-Lerner.

S-South of here.

South?

Bill, go get a wagon! Hurry up, will you?

Right.

Easy now, boy.

Here. Easy.

Good Lord, what happened to you, boy?

I don't care what you say; I'm going back.

Nobody's gonna treat me like that old mule skinner did and live to tell about it.

You're not gonna live to tell about it

if you go back there by yourself.

Then why don't you come with me?

You know I gotta keep this train moving!

If you hadn't sent Wooster and Hawkes...

Somebody had to go back with the Lerners, didn't they?

Flint, listen to me. You're barely back on your feet.

I'm going! I'll catch up with you later.

Come on.

Of all the bull-headed...

You're gonna get yourself killed!

It'll serve you right, too.

Well, don't stand there with your mouths hanging open.

Get loaded up! We're gonna get to California

if I have to take you there all by myself.

Where's your old man?

I'm not gonna tell you.

You wanna bet?

You can't make me.

Ow!

Now, you and those coyote brothers of yours

throw your rifles out of there.

One sound out of you, and my men and I

are gonna use this wagon for target practice with you in it.

Now, get 'em out!

You got ten seconds to make up your mind.

You boys are just wasting your strength.

By golly, Mr. Charvanaugh,

that is a good'un.

You know, fellow travels alone like you

ought never get lonely with a doodad like that to keep you company.

Well, friend, now you just said a lot of words of truth.

This little concertina

is the only thing I got in the world.

And I sure do enjoy it.

Please play us another one, Mr. Charvanaugh.

We just about got time before supper.

Well, now, I'd be pleased to, ma'am.

Now, this is a tune my pappy taught me.

It's all about road thieves and robbers and such.

Called "Brennen on the Moor."

Now, being as you folks have been so nice to me,

I thought maybe you'd like to meet my boys.

Now, this one here is, uh...

WOMAN: Oh!

Don't bother saying it, Charvanaugh.

What are you doing?

I'll explain to you later.

Get us out of here!

What's holding up that gate?

- Come on! - Get out of there.

You mean he was fixing to rob us?

That's exactly what I mean.

He's got four boys out there...

Get his gun, Sump!

Aah!

Why, boy, you...

You leave my sons alone, you...

Oh, no. No, no, not me.

I had enough. I'm just worried about him down there.

You got some rope, ma'am?

You just wait, McCullough.

When me and my boys get hold of you again,

you watch what's gonna happen to you!

All you gotta wait for, friend,

is the dance you and your boys

are gonna do at the end of a rope!

- Blah! - Yeah.

You ain't gonna let him hang us, are you, Pa?

Oh, shut your mouth. 'Course I ain't.

From what McCullough said you did to him

and what you was fixing on doing to me...

you're lucky we don't hang you right here

'fore you ever get to Brandenton.

- Hey, McCullough! - All right.

Wait a minute.

Thank you, ma'am.

Here, Charvenaugh.

You can play "Brennen on the Moor" at your funeral.

Ha, you think you're smart, don't you, McCullough?

When me and my boys catch up with you,

you'll wish you was never born!

I'll be around when you're dead!

Don't you forget it!

Goodbye, ma'am.

Bye, son. I sure am glad you was on our side.

You're pretty handy yourself. Thanks.

My golly!

Well, I... I see you made it.

Yep!

Did you get Charvanaugh?

Yep.

What about the Lerner's wagon?

Did you get it back for them?

Yep!

Can't you say any gol-durn thing except "yeah"?

Yep! I'm hungry.

♪ Roll along ♪

♪ Wagon train ♪

♪ Rollin' over prairie where there ain't no grass ♪

♪ Pullin' over mountains where there ain't no pass ♪

♪ Sittin' all aboard, eyein' the weather ♪

♪ Prayin' to the Lord we stay together ♪

♪ Side by side on the wagon train ♪

♪ Wagon train ♪

♪ Roll along ♪

♪ Pickin' up a passenger in every town ♪

♪ Wonderin' if he's ever gonna shoot you down ♪

♪ Lookin' for a pal, ain't it a pity ♪

♪ Lookin' for a gal, needn't be pretty ♪

♪ If she'll ride ♪

♪ On the wagon train ♪

♪ Wagon ho! ♪

♪ Gotta keep 'em on the run ♪

♪ Time to go ♪

♪ And follow the sun ♪

♪ Roll along ♪

♪ Wagon train ♪

♪ Never had a cabin near a general store ♪

♪ Only had a wagon and a .44 ♪

♪ Sittin' all aboard, eyein' the weather ♪

♪ Prayin' to the Lord we stay together ♪

♪ Side by side ♪

♪ On the wagon train ♪