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Not quite...Quarter Cherokee. The rest is Welsh...So they tell me. |
You've done a lot of growin'... |
Somethin' mighty fishy about this trail, Uncle Ethan... |
Stop callin' me 'uncle'...I ain't your uncle. |
Yes, sir. |
Don't have to call me 'sir' neither... Nor grampaw neither...Nor Methuselah neither...I can whup you to a frazzle. |
What you want me to call you? |
Name's Ethan...Now what's so mighty fishy about this trail? |
Well, fust off... |
Well, come on! |
Easy! It's forty miles, sonny...Horses can do with some grain and a little rest. |
Nothing for you to see. |
Leggo... |
All right...but I'm givin' the orders...You take 'em or we split up here and now... |
Why, sure, Ethan...There's just the one thing we're after...finding Deborah and Lucy... |
If they're still alive... |
Easy on that! |
Sorry...We don't even know if Debbie 'n Lucy are with this bunch...Maybe they split up... |
They're with 'em if they're still alive. |
You want us to fire a shot if... |
No...nor build bonfires...nor beat drums neither. I'll meet you on the far side. |
You all right, Ethan? |
Huh...? Sure I'm all right... |
Say!...What happened to your blanket? Lose it? |
Must've...Anyway, I ain't goin' back to look for it... |
What you goin' to do? |
Get some sleep...Tomorrow's another day... |
Say it. We're beat! |
No...our turnin' back don't change anything...not in the long run. If she's alive, she's safe...for a while...They'll keep her to raise as one of their own, 'til she's of an age to... |
And you think we got a chance to find her? |
An Injun will chase a thing til he thinks he's chased it enough...Then he quits...Same when he runs...Seems he never learns there's such a thing as a critter that might just keep comin' on...So we'll find them in the end, I promise you that...We'll find them just as sure as the turning of the earth. |
Good night...Laurie... |
Good night... |
Jorgensen's been runnin' his cattle with my own... |
YOUR cattle?...<U>DEBBIE'S</U> cattle! |
He's agreed to take you on and share the increase from my herd while I'm gone...I'll be pushin' on tomorrow... |
I ain't stayin'...I set out lookin' for Debbie...I aim to keep on... |
Why? |
Because she's my...my... |
She's your nothin'...She's no kin to you at all! |
I always felt like she was...Her folks takin' me in, raisin' me like one of their own... |
That don't make 'em kin... |
All right...I ain't got no kin... I'm goin' to keep lookin' that's all. |
How? You got any horses, or money to buy 'em...You ain't even got money to buy cartridges...Jorgensen's offering you a good livin' here... |
Martin...I want you to know some thin'... |
Yeah...you want me to know I ain't got no kin no money no horses nothing but a dead man's clothes to wear!..You tole me that already... Now shut your head! |
Good night. |
Hey! What's the idea...? |
Maybe I'm gettin' like Mose Harper my bones is cold tonight... |
Not so funny...if you recollect what 'Nawyecka' means... |
What's that? |
Sorta like 'roundabout' like a man says he's goin' one place when he means to go just the reverse... |
Oh... |
You all settled an' comfortable now? |
Futterman? |
He just couldn't wait... |
Whatchu doin'?... |
Let's go...I think I stumbled onto somethin'... |
Scar? |
When are you goin' to learn to keep your mouth shut! Come on. Let's get out of here. |
But I just bought a good blanket. |
Forget it... |
What I heard back there was that a band o' hostile Nawyeckas came through this way less'n two weeks ago... |
Think it might be...? |
<U>YOU</U> don't understand, ya chunkhead! <U>You</U> didn't buy any blanket! Ya bought <U>her</U>! |
What? |
You got yourself a <U>wife</U>, sonny! |
Oh no! Tell her she's got to go back... |
And have her whole family after our scalps for floutin' one o' their women?...No sir! Come on, Mrs. Pauley... |
That's the way to train 'em. Looks like Mrs. Pauley's goin' to make you a fine beautiful wife... |
Cut it out, will ya... |
Says her name's Wild Goose Flying in the Night Sky...but she'll answer to Look since it pleases ya... |
Look? |
You ask her! |
Look! Scar?... Do you know where he went? And if he has a girl with him...a <U>white</U> girl naibist pabo taibo... |
Beats me how she could get that pony out o' camp without neither of us hearin' a thing... |
She ain't goin' back to her family, that's certain...not if she took off where the arrow points. |
Think she means for us to follow? |
How should <U>I</U> know...She's YOUR wife! |
I think maybe we oughta... |
Yeah, I kinda figgered you'd say that...Bein' a new husband and all... |
Ethan, quit it! |
Nine... Ten! |
What's the sense in it! |
Least, <U>THEY</U> won't feed any Comanches this winter...Killin' buffalo's as good as killin' Injuns in this country. |
Peaceful tribes depend on the buffalo, too.... |
Ain't that too bad...If you feel that sorry for your kinfolk, I'm surprised you didn't take up with that squaw wife of yours... |
Well, you're a widower now... |
What'd the soldiers have to kill her for!.. |
No...She's not... |
I ain't sure...Where's that doll? |
Lemme alone... |
You breeds are all alike two drinks an'... |
Suit yourself...While you're enjoyin' your little conversation, I'll be ridin' out with Senor Fernandez here... The Comanch' medicine country ain't far...there's one camp with a chief named Cicatriz. |
Never heard of him... |
Cicatriz is Mex for <U>Scar</U>...an' he has a white girl in his tepee...Be seein' you... |
Stay out here. |
Not likely. |
You figger Scar means to kill us? |
He's got to...All these years, run nin', dodgin', knowin' we were after him...Now we caught up...It's him or us. |
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