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Some people around here call us deserters.

Others say that we're bandits, bloodsuckers and renegades.

Those Yankees!

Those goddamn filthy Yankees are now saying that they've won the war,

that they've defeated us,

that we're destroyed,

and that the South is lost.

That Confederacy is in ruins,

and the rebels have been entirely wiped out.

Take a good look at yourselves.

Are you dead?

You can all still feel, eat, and drink.

You can all remember your loved ones back home,

and you can still kill.

I'll tell you this:

the Yankees haven't seen the last of us, not by a long shot.

Be faithful to your Colonel and your honor.

We'll have to bide our time for a few more years

in this scummy place at the edge of the world.

Still, this sacrifice will be worth it because we'll return as soldiers,

not as victims,

not as miserable creaky slaves,

but as masters.

Those Yankees will have another war on their hands.

Our war…

We will win this one!

-The South will rise again! -The South will rise again!

-The South will rise again! -The South will rise again!

The South will rise again!

Evelyne…

My darling child.

Everything's loaded into the wagon:

Whiskey, guns…

Did you remember this?

Blank ammunition?

In case they ever point those guns at us.

What's your decision about that girl, Chief Black Eagle's daughter?

I want her.

The girl's a beauty, so lovely and wild, just the way I like it.

What if the old chief makes problems?

In that case, you know just what to do.

-Go. -Forward!

-Oh. -Evelyne is dead.

Our daughter is dead!

Can't you understand that?

You old witch!

I don't want to see her photographs here anymore.

Get rid of them!

Did you hear me?

You're a damn fool, Mary.

Our daughter is dead!

There's nothing you or I can do about it!

It's all your fault that she died.

What the hell have you said?

You're mad!

Oh, no!

You are the one who's mad.

You and your damn stupid pride.

Your cruelty and your thirst for blood and power

that has brought dishonor to our house and destroyed everything you loved.

Yes, yes.

You are the cause of what happened to our daughter.

No, stop!

Be quiet now,

or I'll kill you.

I swear, I'll kill you.

Bésame.

Hold it, Amigo, what's your hurry? Let me take a look at you.

What the hell were you doing?

I brought tequila for Dolores, sir.

Oh, you did?

Sì signore.

Manuel brought me tequila.

Really?

Isn't that thoughtful of him?

What else did you bring for Dolores?

This maybe, huh?

If I catch you hanging around here again, I'll cut it off!

Well, now…

What were you planning to give your little friend in return for tequila?

-Tell me. -Nothing.

Nothing, I swear.

You're a pretty bitch, Dolores.

A filthy slut.

You belong to me, do you hear?

Now don't you forget that.

Now, if you're nice and loving with me,

I might let you have your precious Manuel

as a gift soon,

very soon.

Wasi'chu! Go away!

Lock the door!

Hail, Black Eagle!

Hail!

We've come to trade.

We want to buy many horses.

Young mustangs.

Our horses are away.

They're on pasture in the hills.

You must wait for their return.

Our brave warriors are with them

and will come back when the moon changes two times.

Your eyes tell me that a horse is not all, you want to trade for something else.

-What? -You're right.

My master, you see, wants to trade for your daughter, Yarin.

She'll be happy with the Colonel.

Look what he offers for her.

Whiskey, yes, and guns with plenty of ammunition.

My daughter is sacred.

She has taken a vow to the great Manitou.

She cannot go with any man of her own tribe or yours.

She has sworn this before the great Spirit.

She has promised.

My master, the Colonel, is very generous, he wants to help your tribe.

He knows all your needs, Black Eagle.

Think of the good you can do for your people.

He's willing to pay whatever you ask.

My answer is no!

You better think that over,

because we might just take both of your daughters.

Hi, honey.

Hi, are you looking for a soldier, boy?

Stop, let her go!

Stop, Black Eagle!

Kill them all!

Go on, boys!

Come on!

Get the other squaws.

Wasi'chu killers!

Welcome to our tribe, little Indian slut.

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life,

and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever.

May God watch over your souls.

Rest in peace, amen.

-Amen. -Amen.

-Boy, that was hard work. -Yes, I'm dying of thirst.

Thank goodness there's a creek here.

Are you thirsty?

Frank, give her some water.

Vince wouldn't like that, Gordon.

He'd turn in his grave if I do it.

He was my best friend.

Let the whore suffer and die of thirst.

The Colonel wants this woman,

and we have to take her to him alive.

Do you understand?

Hey!

Cut that out, Frank.

-Do you want some coffee? -Thanks.

Look, she's trying to run away.

-Catch her. -Go get her, Frank.

Why are you running? That not going to happen!

Where are you going, honey?

-I got her, boys! -You get her!

Bring her back here!

-Catch her, Frank! -Go on now!

Come on!

Run after her, boy! Run after her, boy!

She's in the water.

She needs a bath.

-Bring her over here! -Bring her over here!

-All right, guys. -Let's have fun!

One at a time or all together.

You've had your fun.

The party's over.

Fool!

God damn idiot!

You let her get away!

Damn you!

I bet she's returned to her people.

We'll find her there.

You can bet her.

No, not a chance.

She's got no more people to go back to, have you forgotten?

That squaw is too smart.

She's still around here.

She's somewhere down in that valley.

Someplace.

The slut got away.

If only we had some dogs.

Hey, there's someone who's better than a whole pack of hounds.

You know that Indian guide, Hondo, the half breed.

Let's get him.

Hey, Hondo!

Hondo!

Damn it, Hondo, don't shoot!

It's me, Gordon.

If that bullet came any closer, I'd have a hole in my head.

You shoot first and ask questions after?

Hondo has made many enemies, and some of them are you, palefaces.

Look, Hondo, I've got work for you.

There'll be plenty of firewater if you do the job well.

We're tracking down a squaw who killed some of my men,

and you're the only fella smart enough to follow her trail.

Hold it. Don't move, or I'll blow your head off.

Who did this to you?

Do you understand?

You stink like a wild animal.

That eye is infected.

Are you running away from someone? Just nod your head.

Who is after you?

To hell with you!

Stop, stop!

The squaw rested here.

She chewed leaves.

-What leaves? -Arigaki.

It makes you forget you're hungry and tired.

This way.

The squaw hid here.

Where did she go next?

In her condition, she can't move very fast.

This squaw is not stupid. She's very cunning and very strong.

All I want to know is, "Where the hell has she got to?"

She went that way to Thunder Mountain.

The trail leads that way.

There's a lot of farms and ranches in that direction.

The ranchers hate the Indians, they might even kill her.

The trail's still fresh, she is not far away from here.

It's my bed and I'll sleep in it tonight. Do you understand?

You'll use that blanket for a dress.

Do you understand what I'm saying?

Dress.

All right.

Better eat if you want to get well.

Don't bother thanking me for helping you.

Come on, eat.

This time, don't throw it on the floor.

It's no pleasure for me to have you here.

Indians.

Indians.

Savage.

You redskin murderer.

The murderers are not us,

they are the palefaces.

They have murdered my father, and murdered my people.

The men who butchered babies.

They burned everything.

They took women and did as they liked.

It is they who are the savages.

Listen here.

I had nothing to do with it.

Who are these men?

Do you know them?

Soldiers…

With long gray knives.

Their chief is Colonel Connor.

You can sleep here for one more night,

but you'll go tomorrow.

Is that clear?

Whose grave is that?

My wife's.

She was raped,

and killed by Indians.

I am an Indian.

-Why did you not kill me? -What for?

Revenge?

Revenge means only more killing, more raping, and more scalps.

Revenge will not bring back my Evelyne.

Your eye is nearly better now.

At least you won't have any more fevers.

You have to eat if you want to get your strength back.

Otherwise, you won't get far.

Don't you want it?

You want to help yet you treat Yarin like a dog.

You speak with a forked tongue.

I'm Yarin, not a coyote.

Yarin is the same as you.

Connor's men.

I hear them coming.

Hide in the stable.

Burry yourself in, go on.

Oh.

I always enjoy stopping by here, Matt.

It's almost like coming home.

Maybe you don't wear a uniform any more, but you're still one of us.

-How are you keeping, Gordon? -Great.

As would you be if you hadn't resigned your commission, Lieutenant,

and your wife would still be alive.

You never change, do you, Sergeant?

What's the Indian looking for?

That's Hondo, my hunting dog.

His speciality is renegades.

I don't like lousy redskins snooping around my ranch.

Her footprints come here.

Who are you looking for, anyway, Gordon?

A little Comanche squaw who the Colonel got his eye on.

She managed to run away when we were taking her back to him.

I know she's somewhere here. She's hiding in the house.

You're not going to listen to an Indian.

Of course not, but do you mind if we take a little look in the stable?

No, no, hold it, Matt, don't shoot!

Don't shoot!

We fought together.

We fought for the same things. Don't you remember that?

Yes.

The things you fought for, like rape and robbery,

with a uniform to protect you and your friends.

It's all very well for you to talk now, but in those days, you weren't any better.

You may have really changed,

but you'll pay for hiding that Indian.

Bastard.

Clear off before I change my mind.

You're already dead, but you don't know it.

You are a white man,

a Wasi'chu.

A long gray knife.

You hate Indians.

Why did you kill for me?

I'm no longer a long gray knife,

and I had to kill that man

to save my skin, not yours.

Do you think they'll come back?

Yes.

So be it.

Fate is the same for you and me.

I will go now.

We'll separate.

I'll manage alone.

We'll be stronger together.

Connor can be stubborn.

He’ll stop at nothing.

Maybe there's a way out,

if we can make it to the mountains tonight.

We can't keep up this pace for a hell of a lot longer.

-We'll kill the horses. -To hell with the horses.

I don't want them to get away!

They say that we have to freeze our asses out here

while those two are inside all nice and cozy

and doing, guess what?

Enjoy your lay, lieutenant, you'll never have another.

Do you know something?

I'm getting worried.

It's much too quiet.

We ought to take a closer look.

If those two get away, Connor will slit our throats.

There's no sign of movement.

I'm going on down there.

If you hear any shooting, you come running.

Hell, there's a ravine.

We can't go back.

We'll have to get across it.

Here, hold my gun.

My gun.

Okay.

Come on.

Be careful.

Come on, you're nearly there.

That's it.

Get hold of me.

That's the way.

You made it!

Hold it right there.

Don't try anything, or you're dead.

It's not worth it.

Drop your gun.

It's a damn dirty shame, spoiling your honeymoon.

Only your squaw here belongs to the Colonel.

-Bastard! -Hey!

He's already taken plenty of time.

What if he's in trouble or something?

Maybe he needs us.

I don't like this.

We should have all stuck together, and not let Frank prowl around on his own.

You know what I think? We ought to go down there and take a look.

He's strong, but he lost.

Now I will take his strength.

Savages!

All you do is mutilate and torture!

Why do you have to do things like that?

We don't use breasts to make tobacco pouches

like Wasi'chu soldiers.

That's a lie.

It's a lie.

It's not a lie, I'm telling the truth!

You did not see my village after white men came.

You did not see women after soldiers raped and killed them.

You did not see soldiers gouge the eyes out of old men

and cut the heads off of little children.

Did you see it or did you not see it?

What the hell was that?

Let's go have a look.

Okay, we've gone far enough for tonight.

We'll rest here until daybreak.

We better be careful, I'll take the first watch.

No, I'm not tired.

I'll keep watch.

Whatever you say.

Chris.

Hey, Chris!

Where the hell are you?

Chris.

Oh, my God, they've slit your throat.

You bitch!

Hold it!

They can't be gone long, their fire is still burning.

That damn fool Frank. He was supposed to watch them.

He let them slip right through his fingers.

I don't understand.

Maybe he saw them sneaking away, and he's following them.

Colonel Connor!

Sir, I've found Frank's body.

That damn squaw scalped him.

Let's not waste any more time, come on!

I don't like this place.

It's too quiet.

Sahaptian…

The sacred hill.

Halt.

We found the bodies of Chris and Billy.

Both of them were scalped.

So they climbed the ridge in that direction.

Peter, take three men and circle around that way.

Gordon, you, Mike, and Spencer, come with me.

The rest of you, search the slope.

Peter, watch the canyon.

They can't get away this time.

This is Sahaptian, the house of the dead.

The land of my ancestors.

My father said that everyone has a guiding spirit,

and even the white man has a guiding spirit in his body.

I'll not die, you see.

As long as the spirit of my father shows the way, he stays within me.

As the spirit of your wife guides you.

The souls we love dearly stay in us.

Love is like hate, it never dies.

Tell me, who are they?

They are my tribe, my people.

Warriors.

Do not move, I will speak.

This Wasi'chu helped me.

He risked his life more than once.

He is not an enemy.

He is a good friend.

No white man is a good friend.

Palefaces kill our own people.

We took an oath to kill all Wasi'chu and scalp them.

You, little squaw, go away.

I'm Yarin, daughter of the great Chief Black Eagle,

not "little squaw, go away."

What's happening?

He spoke badly of me, and I spoke badly of him.

I insulted him.

What does he want now?

I told him that Red Fox is not strong.

He only talks and has no courage.

He thinks he's a great warrior, very strong.

He wants to fight.

Nakku!

I don't want to fight.

You must.

If not, the warriors will kill us.

If you fight and win, we will be free.

It is the law.

It's a crazy law.

I still don't want to fight.

Are you afraid to be killed?

Do you think Red Fox is too strong, Wasi'chu?

Kill him!

You have won.

You must kill him.

No, that's an insult to him.

Nagatorre!

Nagatorre!

Away!

What are you doing?

Yarin is cold, and you are warm.

Yarin takes warmth from your body.

But we mustn't stay like this.

Why?

Why?

Because women and men who aren't married shouldn't sleep together.

I don't understand.

You can explain it tomorrow.

What's the matter?

What's wrong?

I'm not tired.

Here, take the blanket.

It'll keep you warm.

Yarin, daughter of the Running Waters,

child of mine,

remember the words of your father, Black Eagle.

The spirit is in all of us.

It lives on in my hair after death.

Hey, look, it's Peter.

It seems like he's bagged some game.

-He was always a good hunter. -Come on, move!

Howdy, Colonel?

-Who are these two? -They were hiding in the hills.

They say they are lacarillos running off from their village.

It's like they're on their honeymoon.

Hold on, let me look at you.

You're pretty, aren't you?

Shoot the bastard!

Let me shoot this stinging coyote.

Give me your knife.

-What is it? -Shush.

No rifle.

It's an ambush. They're hiding over there!

Quick, on the horse!

They got two of our men.

It was an ambush.

Look at the hoofprints.

They went that way.

They can't have gone very far.

Come on.

Don't shoot.

The Colonel wants him alive.

Quick, jump on, hurry!

Get off, come on!

Get going! Go!

Come on, paleface, we must hide.

There's a horse, but there's no sign of them.

That damn Indian!

She's tricked us again.

We'll check the trail.

He's wounded, they can't get far.

We must continue.

You can do it, you're strong.

Stronger than what's hurting you.

Come on.

Wake up, the soldiers are near.

Be quiet.

They're coming back.

Be quiet.

Stupid idiot!

You let them get away.

You're a fool!

I'll teach you.

Damn you!

Easy, Colonel, you'll kill him.

I'm going to skin him alive.

The scum!

He had him cornered, and then he let him get away.

You have a drink, it'll calm you down.

We'll get them.

Don't worry, they can't go anywhere. Matt's wounded, and she's just a squaw.

We'll go hunting tomorrow morning.

All right.

Is your arm all right?

I think it's all right.

At least I can move it.

Paleface is strong, you'll heal quickly.

What I don't understand is why my head hurts a lot.

Eat this, it's good.

It'll give you strength.

Try.

It's good.

-What is it? -Ochika.

Snake.

Snake?

It's well cooked.

It's very good.

It's delicious.

Yarin used a secret root, an old Indian medicine on the wound.

You'll soon feel well, but you'll also feel very strange.

Ochika is a love sign for us.

Indian braves eats it before they lay with a squaw.

You know…

I do feel strange.

Now Yarin belongs to you.

What did you put that snake?

I'm a savage, a barbarian, remember?

I've changed my mind.

You hate the redskins, my people.

You are not like the others.

No, wait.

Do not toy with Yarin.

Please.

I want to kiss you.

Only if you really want, it'll bring our souls together.

In legendary history,

a squaw, the daughter of a chief,

will fall in love with a great warrior from far away.

At first, they had a lot of trouble because of strange customs.

but they began to learn the ways of each other

and to love.

My brave from far away.

We will be as them, happy forever.

Over here.

Get down.

How do we get to the hills?

At night, we'll walk in the shadows. The soldiers won't see us.

The trouble is they have horses,

and are many.

We'll wait until sunset.

Then we can get away.

Let's go.

There.

Now we steal the horses.

Take the horses, quickly!

Come.

Come.

It's the Indian squaw.

Shoot.

Don't let her get away!

Colonel, look who I found.

Now…

What do you say we have a little talk, Matt?

No, it's better if you do the talking.

Now tell me…

Just what do you think we ought to do

with you and that filthy little squaw of yours.

You can do whatever you like, Connor.

You and I have nothing further to say to each other.

You'll save your breath.

Well, since you don't want to cooperate,

I guess I'll have to decide.

Since you seem to have taken up with those Indians,

I'll show you a nice little Indian toy.

This is my first chance to play with it.

Here it is.

This is going to be fun.

Now I want you to help me, Matt.

I want you to be the bait.

I want you to shout as loud as you possibly can

so your Indian whore will come out in the open.

She won't be able to resist.

I want your shout of pain to drill through her Indian brain.

Where's she?

There she is.

Go and track her down, Sergeant.

From now on, you better carry out my commands on the double,

or maybe instead of her, you'll be the one to suffer.

Come on.

Wait a minute.

All this hassle.

-She must have come through here. -What are you looking for anyway?

I don't like the way the Colonel's behaving.

Wasting all this time that Indian girl.

Charlie!

Charlie!

Jeez, Charlie!

I see your problem.

You let yourself worry about that girl.

You're hoping that somehow she'll turn up here and save your heart.

I'm afraid you'll be disappointed

because when she does turn up, you'll be a prisoner.

The pair of you won't have time for anything,

just a goodbye kiss.

Did you hear, Matt?

Bastard!

Bastard!

Bastard!

We'll keep this coyote with us, I don't want to kill him yet.

Not until the score is settled.

Oh, my God, it's Peter.

He's been scalped.

There she is!

The horses can't get through there. We have to go on foot.

Come on.

What's wrong, Matt?

Are you tired already?

You used to be a real tough soldier.

One of my best.

Now look at you, sniveling like a baby.

You're out of your mind, Connor.

You're out of your mind.

You are crazy!

No, you're wrong.

You're crazy, Matt.

You'll get worse because this is just the beginning.

Let's go, come on, boys.

You killed my father, paleface.

You massacred my family and my people.

Come on out.

Where are you? I'll catch you!

I'll catch you!

You're nearly there, Lieutenant.

-Just a few more yards. -Then you can relax.

Let him go, boys.

You're a traitor, Matt.

You're a traitor to me, to the army, to the Confederacy and to the South.

You betrayed the ideals we fought for, and you'll be punished for it,

punished like you deserve.

I sentence you to death, Lieutenant.

But shooting is too good for the likes of you,

so I'll wait until we get a hold of that little Indian slut of yours.

I'm going to skin both you and that bitch alive.

Look out, he's got a gun!

No.

No, no.

Now it will be a fair fight!

I hate you, Matt, for taking her away.

You stole my child.

You stole her and married her.

-What do you mean? -The one person I ever loved.

She meant everything to me, Matt.

I remember the day she died.

You were out hunting.

I went to visit her to persuade her to leave you,

to make her see that you were wrong for her,

and to at least have some pity for me.

You can't be serious.

She just didn't want to listen.

When I pleaded and begged, she began yelling, shouting,

and saying awful things about me.

She even said that she hated calling me father.

I can understand her hating you, Connor.

Then I realized the only thing I could do

was to cleanse her of all the hatred inside her

and make her stop being ashamed of me.

So I took her neck in my hands.

I squeezed her neck and felt her heart no longer beating.

Then I knew Evelyne was at peace.