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Yes, sir... |
Haven't seen you since the surrender. Come to think of it, I didn't see you <U>at</U> the surrender. |
I don't believe in surrenderin'...I still got my sabre, Reverend...never turned it into any ploughshare neither! |
You ain't goin'... |
He sure <U>is</U> goin'...He's sworn in. |
Well, swear him out again!...I'll go with you. |
You can forget that... Wouldn't be legal anyway. |
Why? You wanted for a crime, Ethan? |
You askin' as a Reverend or a Captain, Sam? |
I'm askin' as a Ranger of the sovereign state of Texas. |
Got a warrant? |
You fit a lot of descriptions. |
I figger a man's only good for one oath at a time...I took mine to the Confederate States of America... So did you, Reverend... |
He cometh forth like a... |
Amen!...Put an 'amen' to it! |
...like a flower and is cut down... <U>Amen</U>! |
What good does that do? |
By what you preach...none! |
They're camped by the river 'bout twenty miles from here. Soon's it gets dark we'll circle out so's to jump 'em before day break. |
You're right sure you want to <U>jump</U> 'em, Ethan? |
It's what we're here for, ain't it? |
I thought we were trying to get the girls back <U>alive</U>...We jump those Comanches, they'll kill 'em...You know that! |
What do you know about it?...What's a quarterbreed Cherokee know about the Comanche trick of sleeping with his best pony tied right beside him...You got as much chance of stampedin' their herd as... |
...as you have of findin' those girls alive by ridin' into 'em... I say we do it my way, Ethan...and that's an order! |
Yes, sir...But if you're wrong, <U>Captain</U> Clayton, don't ever give me another! |
You got any more orders, Captain? |
Just keep goin'... |
If you were tryin' to surround 'em, you sure succeeded. |
How far's the river from here, Mose? |
I didn't give any order to fire! |
That's all right, Captain...I don't need any formal invitation to kill a Comanch... |
You got one now! |
Evenin'...evenin' Reverend...or do I call you 'Captain'...? |
Came here for a wedding, Ethan... Until that's over, I reckon 'reverend' will do... |
Fight fair, son...Use your fists! |
Comanches don't use their fists, reverend...Let 'em alone... |
I got to ask you and Martin to ride to the State Capitol with me, Ethan. |
This an invite to a necktie party, Reverend? |
<U>Captain</U>...Nope, wouldn't say that... Likely you had your reasons for killin' Futterman...Probably needed killin'...I'm speaking as a ranger now, not as a reverend...Fact that all three was shot in the back is the only thing that's raised some question that and a missin' gold piece known to have been on him just prior to his demise. |
We can get within 500 yards...there's a hogback to the south. |
How many, would you say? |
Enough to go around...I'd say about a dozen apiece...Mount 'em up! |
Now son, it's a bitter thing to say, but there's more than your sister at stake here. |
There sure is! I'm going to tell you somethin'...I wasn't going to speak of it...But I'll tell you now. Did you notice them scalps strung on Scar's lance? Did you see the third scalp from the point of the lance? Long... wavy hair... |
I didn't <U>want</U> to tell you...but maybe it's your right to know. |
Now mount up, son... |
I say NO! |
Go ahead, son...But at the first alarm, we're comin' in and we ain't goin' to have time to pick and choose our targets when we do... |
Another one, eh? |
This 'un come a long way 'fore he died. |
Well, that's seven we can score up to your brother, Ethan. |
Is this in the line of duty, sergeant? |
No sir...pleasure. |
In that case, give the boys room... |
You all right, sergeant? |
Dunno...Seems so. |
Well, go get cleaned up and we'll proceed with the weddin'... |
You're goin' if the captain says you're goin'... |
Now, now...let's not grow dis putatious... |
Ethan, you an' Martin are hereby appointed civilian scouts without pay...Charlie, hightail it to head quarters an' spread the word... |
Yes sir... |
<U>Charlie</U> <U>MacCorry</U>!...You weren't fixin' to marry HIM?? |
She sure is!...An' don't think your comin' back is goin' to change it! |
As to that, I don't know, Charlie... We hadn't got around to talkin' marriage... |
What right you got to be talkin' marriage to any decent woman... |
If you're talkin' about that crazy murder charge... |
AND other things...Mebbe you thought you was gettin' away with being comical about that Indian wife you took...I bet she wasn't the first squaw you... |
It's all right...Charlie, let's move outside. |
I ain't wearing no gun. |
Killed every one an' not for food either...Why'd they do a thing like that? |
Stealing the cattle was just to pull us out...This here's a murder raid... It shapes up to scald out either your place...or my brother's. |
Let's get along... |
Why don't you finish the job? |
They got to stop <U>sometime</U>...if they're human at all, they got to stop! |
Naw...a human man rides a horse till it dies...then he goes on afoot...A Comanche comes along...gets that horse up...and rides it twenty more miles...Then he eats it. |
You've said that enough!...Maybe Lucy's dead...maybe they're both dead...but if I hear it from you again, I'll fight ya, Mr. Edwards! |
That'll be the day!...Let's ride. |
Why'd they break off? Was there water in that canyon? |
Huh...? No...no water. |
What you saw wasn't Lucy. |
It was, I tell you! |
What you saw was a buck wearin' Lucy's dress... I found Lucy back there in that canyon...I wrapped her in my blanket an' buried her with m'own hands...I thought it best to keep it from you long as I could. |
Lucy's going on seventeen now... |
An' she's got a beau! Kisses him, too! |
That's enough...Go on inside and help Lucy set the table...You, too, Deborah! |
Not tonight...Ben, put that sword back. |
It's not a sword, ma...It's a sabre! Did you kill many damYankees with this sabre, Uncle Ethan? |
It's all right, ma...I been watchin'... Only I wish... |
What, Ben? |
I wish Uncle Ethan was here. Don't you, ma? |
How's California? |
How should I know? |
But Mose Harper said... |
That old goat still creakin' around?...Whyn't someone bury him? |
It was Ethan found you squallin' in a sage clump after your folks was massacred... |
It just happened to be me...No need to make any more of it... |
Passed the Todd place comin' in... What happened to 'em? |
They gave up...went back to the cotton rows...So'd the Jamisons... Without Martha, I don't know...She wouldn't let a man quit. |
You askin' me to clear out now? |
You're my brother...You're welcome to stay as long as you got a mind to...Ain't that so, Martha? |
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