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[wind howling]

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[man singing indistinctly]

Here you are, Sam, you sure earned that.

[Sam humming]

You worked hard for it.

Thank you, Mr. Senn. Thank you, Mr. Hayden.

Now I'm gonna buy them golden slippers.

[humming continues]

[gunshot]

♪♪ Rider On A Dead Horse ♪♪

♪♪ Headin' nowhere ♪♪

♪♪ Rider On A Dead Horse ♪♪

♪♪ You start out in the mornin' ♪♪

♪♪ You'd better set your course ♪♪

♪♪ 'Cause you could end up like many a man ♪♪

♪♪ Rider On A Dead Horse ♪♪

♪♪ Rider On A Dead Horse ♪♪

♪♪ Some men scratch for diamonds ♪♪

♪♪ And other men dig for gold ♪♪

♪♪ They all end up ♪♪

♪♪ With a hole in the ground ♪♪

♪♪ Six foot deep and mighty cold ♪♪

♪♪ Yeah six foot deep ♪♪

♪♪ And mighty cold ♪♪

♪♪ Rider On A Dead Horse ♪♪

♪♪ Headin' nowhere ♪♪

♪♪ Rider On A Dead Horse ♪♪

♪♪ Headin' nowhere ♪♪

♪♪ Now some men they use their noggins ♪♪

♪♪ And other men they use force ♪♪

♪♪ Either born the same but the one with no brain ♪♪

♪♪ It was Rider On A Dead Horse ♪♪

♪♪ He'll end up like many a man ♪♪

♪♪ Rider On A Dead Horse ♪♪

♪♪ Rider On A Dead Horse ♪♪

♪♪ Headin' nowhere ♪♪

♪♪ Rider On A Dead Horse ♪♪♪♪

[bird screeching]

Am I next?

Ah, what makes you think I'd do a thing like that?

You already did it. Why?

Well, just say, it's easier dividing by two

instead of three.

You could do it without any arithmetic at all.

We're trail partners.

Besides, we're white men, ain't we?

One thing more, Senn.

Remember, I'm the only one who can guide us back to Lost River.

That's the reason we got you in the first place, Hayden.

To guide us, in and out of here.

Here, catch.

Well, I couldn't go ten miles

in this broken country without getting lost.

You earned your share.

Besides, I ain't that greedy.

We'll have about 40 pounds in gold, each.

Distributed equally.

Might get mighty heavy after a while.

Never carried nothing give me so much pleasure.

Now, we got this mine worked out

what say, we head for Frisco and go into business?

- Run a saloon, gamblin' place. - Not me, Senn.

I'm headin' south, toward the border.

No honky tonks for me.

Ah, don't wanna be partners with me no more, huh?

Ask Sam, how he liked being partners with you.

[guitar music]

Lookin' for a ghost?

Well, maybe we'll find more than ghosts.

This country is full of Apache.

Oh, why'd they bother us?

They probably had their scouts watchin' our diggings for weeks.

They know we gotta go through their country

to get back to Lost River.

Well, what do you think?

I think we better get movin'.

I don't wanna tucker out the horses so early.

How far away would you say that was?

They could be other prospector's fires.

(Hayden) 'Answering each other?'

How far would you say, Hayden?

Five or six miles.

Must have come down from the reservation on a raid.

Now, let's ride. No time for extra baggage.

Hey, what about our outfits?

You got your gold and your skin. Save 'em!

Come on. Hyah!

[dramatic music]

[horses galloping]

(Senn) Hold up, Hayden!

You think they're after our scalps?

Now that dust cloud's movin' too fast for them

to be just ridin' trail.

- How many do you think? - Twenty to thirty, maybe.

We better lighten loads. It's uphill from here on.

We are not tossin' away the gold sacs.

Maybe killing Sam was bad luck for us.

Ah, dead men never scared me none.

Better put some leather into that horse.

[music continues]

Any sign of 'em?

[scoffs] What a time to run into a war party.

Uh, sure must look good to 'em.

[dog howling]

It's pretty near sundown.

Apaches don't attack at night.

How come you know so much about Apaches?

Ah, I picked it up ridin' trail for beef contractors.

Freightin' in suppliers out of Fort Bliss.

[dog howling]

- Hey. - What?

Trouble and laid right on us.

This is a great spot for it.

There's something moving down there.

- You see that? - 'Ah, what is it?'

(Hayden) 'The sun hitting a bit of shiny Indian junk.'

A mirror, maybe.

Look, Senn, I got an idea.

We'll, uh, we'll slip out of here after dark.

We'll leave the horses here. We'll leave a big fire burning.

And we'll be miles away from here when they rush us at dawn.

On foot? Us and the gold?

(Hayden) 'Can't get the horses over that ridge without getting caught.'

We'll take water and grub, and that's all.

And the gold.

You don't think I worked like a coolie on that claim for months

'just for fun, do you?'

That's what money's for. Fun and a good time.

[gunshot]

That's their signal. They've located our camp.

Who says they don't attack at night?

I never met the man.

But we'll find out.

[gun cocks]

'Don't wanna get heavy.'

'You better do the same..'

...unless you wanna get killed by your own rifle.

How much time do you figure we've got?

'About eight or nine hours.'

If we can get to the foothills above Lost River

in a couple of days

we might run across some help.

Couple of days, across those ridges?

Yeah, it sure gonna test our walk and even sense.

[dramatic music]

Hyah! Hyah!

[fire crackling]

[horse neighing]

[dog howling]

[music continues]

[music continues]

Well?

Now they lost us.

It'll take them a couple of hours to find out

'we didn't go that way.'

Well, that'd be a shame to come so far and die so rich.

I can't carry that no more.

I told you it'd get heavy...huh?

Let's bury it here.

This rock is just as good as any.

How will we ever find it again?

(Hayden) 'That mountain to the north.'

'That plain to the south.'

We can always find this rock.

'Now give me your gold. We'll bury it.'

I sure hate to do this.

Come on. Help me dig.

[Hayden grunting]

Gotta get this grub.

Alright, now, let's cover it.

I never used to hate gold for being so heavy.

Here's your grub.

[instrumental music]

[grunts]

No sign of hoop or holla.

Think we lost 'em?

No, they're afraid of the horse soldiers.

They'll go back to the hills.

Phew, time to tuck it.

You're not tough, Senn. You're just mean.

I'll outlast you.

Where are we?

About 30 miles from Lost River

the way the crow flies.

I'd sure be glad to see that town.

I'll buy you the best cigar they got.

We'll head west, towards where they're layin' track

for the Union Pacific.

Rest of the way should be easy.

Just walk along the track, right into town.

Walkin'.

I'm wore clear down on the ankles.

Well, you better get off your honkers

because I'm not carrying ya.

We gotta stick close together now.

We're gonna get awfully tired of looking at each other.

If I die out here, you go back for the gold alone, huh?

You'll walk out. That gold will keep you on your feet.

Hey!

Look!

That's Sam's horse. Get him.

Easy boy. Easy, Whitey.

Don't scare him off. He's come a long way.

[horse snorting]

Come on, boy. Come on now.

This will make gettin' to Lost River easy for me.

He'll take two if you lope along easy.

I'm taking no chances. I like to go fast.

We stick together until we go back to that gold.

Where you go, I go.

Get off that horse!

[dramatic music]

[grunting]

[breathing heavily]

[grunting]

We're stupid to fight.

Yeah. It's only our tongue.

Yeah.

We'll share the horse.

- Go get him. - That was my first idea.

[gunshot]

[dramatic music]

[grunts]

[indistinct chatter]

Hey!

Anybody help me.

Water! Water, damn you!

Help!

Hey. Hey.

Hey, help.

[groaning]

[indistinct chatter]

[instrumental music]

I'm hurt bad. Help me.

- What do you give me? - I got money. Lots of money.

On you?

- You liar. - No, no. I got it hid.

Lots of money.

I'll take chance on you...maybe.

Get me out of this sun.

I hide you down the line. You walk to here?

Yeah, if you'll help me.

You put arm around me.

[instrumental music]

- Welcome, friend. - Who says I'm a friend?

You're in no condition to be an enemy.

Come on in, sit down.

Here, take a pull on this. Looks like you need it.

Oh, thanks.

- Name's Senn. Frank Senn. - Mornin', Mr. Senn. Jake Fry.

Yeah. Mr. Fry, uh, you kinda like a bounty hunter?

Well, I like to think of my services

as being part of the tamin' of the West.

- Know what I mean? - No, frankly, I don't.

I go after men with a price on their heads.

Men who are dangerous to society.

- Are you wanted, Mr. Senn? - No.

You a bank robber? Indian molester?

- No. - You hold up a stage, maybe?

No, no. I watch my step.

But, uh, Mr. Fry..

...suppose I was to put you on to a fella

whose got a $1.000 reward on this head?

Well, then, you'd be a friend indeed, friend.

I don't do charity. What's in it for me?

- 'Depends.' - On what?

Whether the wanted man is armed, dangerous. A known gun.

Well, I gotta go out and get him, don't I?

Or do you aim to help me, Mr. Senn?

No, I...I'm worked out. I need a rest.

- But I could use a grubstake. - I might advance something.

- Now, who's the man? - Fellow named Adam Hayden.

Killed a Sam Taylor up in the gold camp

three or four days ago.

Ain't there a law that says you bring in killer you get $1.000?

Gotta have a witness.

This is hangin' town, but you gotta have a witness.

I saw it, I'll put it in writing.

Then it's a hangin' matter.

Twenty-minute trial, and they pay the reward. $1000.

'Just like you said, friend.'

Fight over a claim, nothing panned out.

But this Hayden fella, mean, mean.

Never trusted him myself.

You look like a fellow who takes care of his hide real good.

Uh, we split 50-50.

Well, I'll tell you what I'll do, friend.

I'll pay you a $100, you tell me where the man is.

And I'll settle for, say, a hundred more

when we get Hayden tried and hung.

No trouble. We got a judge who's a hangin' fool.

[sighs]

What do you do in this railroad camp?

I entertain Ipsaw, coolie boss.

Never thought I'd make it.

Remember, I help you. Now, you help me.

- You pay. - I said you'd get paid.

- Where have you money? - It's none of your business.

Look, I want to go to San Francisco.

Well, I'm no guard. No more.

It's no good here. No lots of money.

Now, you're here to help me. I run away.

San Francisco. Big town, big gambling.

Much pleasure. Place to get rich.

You got it all figured out, huh?

I go to San Francisco. Men all like me.

- I make much money. - Sure, a fat chance.

A yellow chicken like you trying to cross the mountains

avoiding the Indians, finding grub and water.

You know way? You find San Francisco?

Alright. Make deal.

I only take half money.

You take me. I make much more there.

Lookin' for gold up in the hills?

Gold? No, there's no gold up there.

Nothing panned out for us.

Can't recall anything else up there to attract a man.

I'll be seein' you, Mr. Fry.

I'll be back after that other hundred.

[instrumental music]

[dog howling]

- What's your name? - Ming Kwai.

That means, perfect flower, in your country.

"Perfect flower."

Have you seen anyone around here?

I see no one.

The Indians must have scared 'em off.

- They here? - Yeah.

They'd like you, Ming.

They'd make you a wife, right away.

All of 'em.

And they'd lead you on a rope back to the village.

Red man, yellow man, white man, all same to me.

I know how to take care of myself.

The Apaches wouldn't give you any fancy clothes.

I run away from them, too.

Oh, no.

They'd cut the tendons on your heels

'and you'll never be able to walk again.'

'You'll crawl for the rest of your life.'

'Apaches can be mean.'

You're like all men.

You feel you are more important than woman.

But you're weak now. You're much hurt.

Ming Kwai, she the man here now.

Where'd you learn to speak English?

I learned to speak English when I come here.

I be here three years now, from Canton.

Good for you. Now give me my gun.

You too weak to hold gun.

You eat, you get strong.

You get strong, you walk. You walk, we walk.

We go to San Francisco.

It's hot.

What're you talkin' about? It's at least a 1.000 miles.

I give order. I save your life. That's what I talk about.

- You listen. - If I had my gun..

Is that what gun for? To make others obey?

A man with a gun is all the law he needs.

So?

Out here, no gun, no law.

Is that so?

With this, I too have law.

Put down that knife.

We get to town hall, I'll buy you a ticket.

- A ticket? - To San Francisco.

- And money? - And money, you greedy--

- Everybody greedy. You greedy. - Me?

Sure. What you do out here? What you after?

I'm gonna slap you silly the first chance I get.

- What you do here? - Crazy Chinese.

I was gold hunting. Prospecting.

- You find gold? - A little.

I told you I'd square it with you.

- Where you keep gold? - That's none of your business.

Let's just remember one thing more, Ming Kwai.

- I'm still a man. - You hurt me!

- Drop that knife. - Not until you let me go.

Drop that knife. Ooh!

You too weak to tell Ming Kwai what to do.

Don't bother.

It's been torn worse working barbwire.

I don't want you to die on way.

I want that ticket to San Francisco, Mr. Hayden.

Thanks. I knew you weren't worried about me.

- You feel able to walk? - It maybe 20 miles to town.

Suppose, we run into somebody looking for you

I won't be able to fight 'em single-handed.

[patting holster]

- You understand? - I understand.

But boss man working other way.

Not near town.

Suppose he sends back for supplies

he's sure to miss you.

I don't leave unless I have that gun.

[instrumental music]

Oh, no, you don't. Give me that gun!

Here it is!

- What did you do that for? - You like it?

- You dirty yellow slut. - I cut your throat for that.

You just can't help being what you are, can you?

Many men have desired me.

They never care about the color of my skin.

Well, some folks are choosier than the others.

We split trail here. Now, I go on alone.

- You promised. - What?

Take me to San Francisco.

Well, I've got better things to do.

- What? - To find a man.

- And? - And kill him.

- Then we go to San Francisco. - No.

In my country, where I come from, given promise is sacred.

Well, this is not your country, it's mine.

I go with you, collect what's due me.

- You can try. - I have no other choice.

I didn't ask for your company.

[dramatic music]

Wait for me.

[spits]

I'm jumpy. Sure got a loco feeling.

You? Fear someone?

I don't rightly fear him, I just hate his guts.

- He do you harm? - He tried to kill me.

Over woman, hm?

You've got a one-track mind.

'This was, well, over a fortune.'

He has your fortune?

I'm after him before he gets it.

Why go after him?

You go find your fortune, then we go to San Francisco.

Only two of us know where that gold is.

One of us got to die.

Divide fortune. You and me go San Francisco, make fine time.

I like you much.

[thudding]

Shut up.

[wind howling]

[dramatic music]

(Hayden) 'Put that rifle down, nice and easy.'

I was expecting you the other way, friend.

- Who are you? - My name is Jake Fry.

And what are you doing here, Mr. Fry?

Oh, I just like to watch the sun come up in the morning

and set in the evening, friend.

Well, you better have some right answers, friend

or this is one evening you won't see the sunset.

Now, why are you looking for me?

I don't know that I am.

That's a nice piece of fluff you got with you, mister.

I asked you a question.

Well, I'd like to find the answer for you

but I can't think too well with that gun in my head.

Senn gave you this lead. What'd he sell ya?

Nobody sells Jake Fry nothin'. I'm in the bounty business.

Is that like a slave dealer?

It's much worse. He's lower.

He sells meat. Man meat, dead or alive.

Well, it looks like you're out of business, Mr. Fry.

(Fry) 'Does appear that way.'

[gun clicks]

Don't move a muscle, friends.

That wasn't very smart, going against a man with a empty gun.

Is that the way you got that shoulder wound, Mr. Hayden?

- I will bash your head in. - Easy there, friend.

Little lady did me a turn, I won't be forgettin' it.

- I tried to help you, but-- - Let's get down to business.

You're worth a $1.000 to me.

That's what I paid your old partner

for the information you killed a Sam Taylor?

Senn, eh? That's what I figured.

He lied. He killed Sam, shot him in the back.

It's your word against his, and I ain't got him.

But I got you.

And as long as somebody's hanged

the reward money for a-killin' is paid over.

'That's the law.'

I'll ride, you and the girl walk.

[dramatic music]

Looks like I got a pair this time, Jake. There.

Hey, hey. Jake's got two more.

Red, take my horse, will ya?

(Red) 'Where did you get the Chinese, Jake?'

This arrest is illegal. Take us to the sheriff.

- You're not the law. - In due time, friend.

In due time. In you go.

[music continues]

Well, tomorrow morning we go to court.

Senn's sworn statement.

Judge will have it done in 20 minutes.

All legal and proper. That suits you, Mr. Hayden?

What kind of a town you got here, anyway?

Lost River's a nice little town.

Judge and me aim to keep it that way.

Mr. Fry, you said, you were a man of business.

You know, in the old days I could've sold you

for a good price in New Orleans, cookie.

'They like chow-chow girls there.'

Is that all you care about? Money?

Just a business man, cookie.

Alright, Hayden.

What's rattling around in that head of yours?

Mr. Fry, I can offer you something.

Something worth more than reward money.

Hmm, can you, now?

Gal here knows right off it's only money impresses me.

'She likes you. I think she'd make a deal to save ya.'

But Jake Fry wants cash, on the barrel head.

Senn and me and a negro named Sam Taylor.

We were partners in the gold digging up, in the hills.

Turned out pretty good, did it?

In six months, we took out about $200.000 worth.

My listening is good, go on.

Well, then, we split up the gold.

But Senn wasn't very good in arithmetic.

He figured it would be easier dividing by two

instead of three.

So he killed Sam.

And then he thought better not to dividin' at all, hmm?

Yeah. But he needed me to guide him

through Apache country.

You know, I underestimated our friend.

He's a thinker, of sorts.

- What happened to the gold? - We were chased by Apaches.

Got too heavy. So we buried it.

$200.000 in gold dust can be right heavy.

Where did you bury it?

That's the deal we're gonna work out, friend.

You go in there while I think it out.

Well, don't think too long.

Remember, he's got the jump on us.

He might find the way back.

(Fry) I like to chew over things, first.

No, cookie, you stay out here with me.

It'll take a day and a half to get there.

Better get some extra men.

'There are Apaches all over the place.'

We don't want any outside help sniffin' around our gold.

- Know what this is? - Yup.

- What're you gonna do with it? - Injuns are scared of it.

Just show 'em a stick, they jump outta their skins.

String a lot of these with fast fuses around our camp.

We'll be as safe as in the town square.

You'll find some ranch pants and a bush jacket out back.

(Fry) 'It's cold up there.'

- I will not go with you. - Oh?

I go to San Francisco.

How far do you think you'd get alone?

Federal Marshal would pick you up

and you'd be on your way back to China

before you know it.

Go get them duds.

[dramatic music]

Now, don't you worry about him.

I promise you, he'll be taken good care of.

You keep promise? Have good doctor look at him?

Sure.

He and I are partners, ain't we? I like your Mr. Hayden.

Now, you go put on that coat. I'll take a look at him.

[music continues]

Well, so long, friend. Thanks for the gold and the gal.

You're a real generous fella.

You'll never find it without me.

Ah, we'll never know, will we?

[chuckles] I mean, you'll never know.

Killing me isn't finding the place we hid the gold.

And Senn can't find a trail or even take a survey point.

Well, he seemed pretty sure.

So long, friend.

(Fry) 'Enjoy yourself.'

[dramatic music]

[crackling]

- Is he alright? - Tucked in like a baby.

This is your horse, cookie.

[crackling continues]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[crackling]

Sure is a beautiful night, hm?

[explosion]

That sounded like an explosion.

Must be Charlie Lane's old still blowin' up again.

I think I should not have left Mr. Hayden back there.

I like him much.

He promised to help me to go to San Francisco.

We made a bargain.

It's all you care about, ain't it, gettin' to 'Frisco?

Come on, we gotta catch up with Senn.

Come on.

[instrumental music]

Mountain to the north, and plain to the south.

Whitey, I think we're lost.

'Damn you, mountains.'

[music continues]

It's not new to you, Whitey. You've been up here befo--

[Whitey neighs]

You know where that old gold camp is.

You show me where it is, I'll take it from there.

Come on.

[music continues]

Now, just where is the gold hid up there, cookie?

I don't know about gold.

I find Mr. Hayden hurt at railroad camp.

I expect you're telling the truth?

Hard to recognize these days.

Well, no matter.

Senn leaves a clear enough trail.

You will not divide gold with Mr. Hayden.

What ever makes you think that?

I think about big noise we hear last night.

Then, I think about sticks you carry in bundles.

Chinese coolies use them on railroad to blow up rocks.

What're you gettin' at, cookie?

You blow up office. Kill Mr. Hayden.

What an idea.

I go with you everywhere, till you die.

Well, that's fine, that's fine, except for one thing.

Jake Fry ain't gonna die.

I don't like you. One day, I will kill you.

[instrumental music]

Come on, you old--

[Whitey neighs]

Now, come on!

[Whitey neighs]

Find that gold camp.

Come on!

[Whitey neighing]

Come..

Come back here, Whitey! Come back here!

Come back here!

[Whitey neighing]

Apaches!

(Fry) 'Our friend Senn's riding wild.'

'He must be crazy to drive that old nag so hard.'

The God of the mountains drive him mad.

Now, don't give me none of that Joss house bunk.

Just in a hurry to get that gold.

Best rest a spell, you must be tired.

Wouldn't want a pretty thing like you to get all wore out.

You don't really worry about me.

You have mind set on catching Senn.

We're gonna be real close, cookie, once I get that gold.

I'm gonna take you to 'Frisco.

I'm gonna smother you in diamonds..

...buy you the most expensive clothes.

Like a China Princess.

I'll get you a goose down saddle, how's that?

You promise much.

There ain't nothing I wouldn't do for somethin'..

...pretty and soft, like you.

'Ain't never had the chance till now.'

[birds chirping]

[wind howling]

Senn's still on foot

leadin' us straight to it.

We're gettin' close, cookie, I can smell it.

[laughs]

Oh, God, that's funny!

Three men worked their guts out, trying to get rich.

Now, two of 'em are dead. The other, half crazy, and..

All Jake Fry has to do, is walk right in and pick it up.

Then, you did kill Mr. Hayden.

You knew that all the time, cookie.

I was not certain until now.

I kill you now!

Damn Chinese wild cat!

So you did have a sweet tooth for him, huh?

Well, I don't need you!

Jake Fry don't need you!

I can find plenty of your kind in 'Frisco.

Now get outta here!

Go and rot!

[dramatic music]

[footsteps approaching]

[Ming screaming]

There's no need to scream. I'm alive, ornery and kicking.

I ask the dead man not to harm me.

I loved him when he was alive.

Ghost? Me? Come on.

I burn yardsticks! Make mighty prayer!

Go away, please!

Not just yet. What happened to your face?

Mr. Fry. He slap me. I run away.

- You're not dead? - I'm no ghost.

At least, I never knew a ghost who'd steal a horse

and follow a trail up here.

You're alive?

Some slapping you took. You needn't tell me why.

I help you get fortune. Then, we go away.

Get away from me.

Why do you treat me like this?

You're poison.

I know men. You lust for me. We are in each others' blood.

You love a yellow girl, that is why you are so angry.

Don't you have any pride?

I have much pride. I take whip to keep my pride. Look!

[dramatic music]

Ipsaw have me beaten when I don't do as he say.

I keep my pride.

[laughs]

Get outta here. What are you trying to do?

I do nothing. I just stand here, laugh at you, and your love.

[music continues]

I'm more desirable... than plum blossom in spring.

I stand curved, like willow on a stream.

I give man of my secret honey.

And I can unfold love

like a bird by a leaf.

Now, what was that all about?

That was love poem.

That was invitation.

Well, if there's inviting to do, I'll do it, you filthy tramp!

[music continues]

Oh, no. Your love for me will not let you.

You're too proud.

Proud? You don't seem to understand.

I have nothing. Nothing to tempt your kind with.

That's what you want, isn't it? Money?

You scum! You white dirt!

'You treat me like a slave girl.'

I showed you I'm proud. Very proud.

'You will never have my love.'

[intense music]

Put down that knife.

You started this.

No piece of cold steel is gonna come between us.

I am not your kind.

I revolt you.

I am yellow girl.

Yellow scum...remember?

Remember?

[music continues]

[both grunting]

[fire crackling]

- Must've been outta my mind. - You're sorry?

We're just not the same kind of people, Ming.

To me, all trouble look far away now.

There's trouble up there, and plenty of it.

[horse neighs]

Morning, friends.

I was backtracking, looking for Senn.

But you'll do fine.

If your finger tightens on that trigger, Fry, we're both dead.

Now, one of us is gonna have to drop his gun.

You're suppose to be dead, Hayden.

You don't handle dynamite so good.

You'd better drop it.

'There's no long fuse on this bullet.'

Played plenty o' poker.

'No man ever bluffed me, yet.'

(Hayden) 'There's always a first time.'

I guess, I better open this pot.

'Three seconds.'

One.

- 'Two.' - 'I pass.'

Looks like you got the aces this time.

Alright, drop it.

'Kick it over here.'

Now, you're gonna go back up there.

Only, you're never gonna make it..

'...if you don't have a gun.'

There's Apaches up there, swarms of 'em.

(Hayden) 'So?'

You tried to kill me. Now, let them take care of you.

You got a nasty way of goin' about it.

Now, get going.

My gun. Give me an even chance.

Like you gave me?

Take off your gun belt. Throw it over here.

(Hayden) 'Now, see if you can bluff the Apaches with that.'

Hayden, I'm a white man. You know what they'll do to me.

When they get you, Fry..

...they give you a last request.

'Spear or knife.'

You give me one.

One bullet.

'Just one.'

I never did like hanging head down. Makes me dizzy.

Thanks, friend. I'll put it in my head in the last rush.

It was very foolish to give him bullet.

You don't know the Apaches.

We go up there, now?

No, we'll stay here for a while.

The Apaches will take care of Fry.

And then, they'll run for it.

[Apaches whooping]

[intense music]

Sorry, little partner. You ain't much good for anything else.

[humming]

Adam, I feel bad things will happen if we stay.

We stay here long enough for me to collect from that mountain.

Mountain win. Gold will win. My dream will be real.

What dream?

I dream of rider on dead horse.

The horse is old, white. He go along slow.

Whitey? Is that the horse you're talking about?

Belonged to Sam Taylor. That's the man Senn told Fry I killed.

Senn's riding that bag o' bones.

You are wrong. Senn not rider on dead horse.

You, Adam, you ride white horse.

You follow gold so hard, you never look back.

You never see what follow you.

It is death.

Rider on dead horse never go any place.

Well, if it makes you feel any better

I'll keep looking over my shoulder.

You never see death when it follow you.

It wrap you in dark cloak and take you away.

Nobody rides a dead horse.

If you're trying to get at that gold

there's nothing bad about it.

I'm still going after it.

Death or no death.

Then, be ready. Look over your shoulder, as you say.

[bird screeching]

[intense music]

Gettin' closer, ain't you, friends?

Well, come on up.

Try a little of Jake Fry's special medicine.

Come and get it! Have dinner in hell!

[music continues]

Now!

[explosion]

[Apaches yelling]

[explosion]

[Apaches yelling]

[explosion]

[explosion]

[explosion]

Over here, you screamin' coyotes. Come and get me!

[Apaches whooping]

[explosion]

[serene music]

Well, that's that.

I'll be right back. I've got an investment to check on.

And don't worry. I'll keep looking over my shoulder.

[dramatic music]

(Senn) Gold! Where is it? It was buried right here!

(Fry) 'Forget where you put it, Senn?'

I don't understand it. It was here, I know it.

This was the rock, but..

How did you get here? How did you know about the gold?

- Where's Hayden? - First things first, friend.

Let's find the gold.

Now exactly, where'd you bury it?

Right here, under this rock.

There's nothing under there!

Why, you crazy fool. You jackass!

You know what you went and done? You blew it up.

You dynamited $200.000 worth of gold dust.

It's blown over a thousand acres.

All that gold dust.

All that work

and time.

Me, Hayden, Sam.

[laughs]

Sam. I killed him... for nothing.

And Hayden.

[laughs]

Nobody gets nothing. Diggin' and diggin'.

And for what?

Killin'...for nothing.

[laughs]

I'll find it. It's gold, it's-it's gotta be here.

It can't disappear. Can't blow away.

'It's gold. I'll find it. I gotta find it.'

[dramatic music]

I'll find it here, can't disappear.

It's gold. It can't blow away.

[music continues]

Welcome to the diggings, friend.

I see you got away with your scalp.

Yeah. Blew up a mess o' Indians.

- Found your gold, too. - I want that gold, Fry.

Well, then, you better get a shovel

and start siftin' the mountain.

''Cause it's scattered from here to the border.'

- What do you mean? - Blew it up...killing Injuns.

Don't try to bluff me, Fry.

It didn't work the last time, remember?

(Fry) 'Maybe, I got the ace this time, friend.'

[gunshot]

- You shouldn't have played it. - Don't try it, Hayden.

[gunshot]

Just so's you won't lose any sleep.

I lifted it from your old partner

before he went off down the mountain...mumblin'.

'When he heard about what happened'

'he went just plain loco.'

You know, I can't say as I blame him.

I felt kinda sick myself.

Here, I know. I know, it's here.

Six months of hard work.

A man's life and dreams blown to bits.

That is, if you're telling the truth.

What's the point of lyin' now?

None. Unless, one thing, maybe.

Go on, friend. You've struck my curious bone.

Lest, maybe, you found the gold and buried it on the trail.

And then came up and set off the fireworks.

Why would I sit up here in the hot sun

knowing sooner or later you'd come up here

and collect your bounty?

Makes sense to you, friend?

Yeah...makes sense.

Oh, yeah.

Well, I best be getting back.

'Must have got a few new Wanted posters in'

'since I've been gone.'

Got to make a living.

So long, friend.

Sorry about, uh..

[dramatic music]

[breathing heavily]

[rattling]

[music continues]

What are you doing here? Who are you?

I'm Ming Kwai. You are Senn.

I asked you, what you're doing here?

I go with Mr. Hayden.

Ah, I remember. I saw you in Lost River with Hayden.

[chuckles] Hayden's dead.

I sent a meat hunter named Fry, out after his carcass.

So, how could you be with Hayden?

He ain't dead?

He's up there, huntin' for my gold.

No.

He's up there, ain't he? Come on, tell me.

Nah, you don't have to tell me. I know he's up there.

I'll get him this time, I'll make sure this time.

Why you want to make big climb again?

You sit down, you sit down.

[music continues]

- Ming Kwai dance for you. - Get outta my way.

Why, you..

[Ming screaming]

Senn! Senn!

- You alright? - You came back in time.

He didn't hurt me.

You stay right here. I'll be right back.

[intense music]

Hey, you-you gotta understand.

'I made a mistake shootin' at you.'

I don't know what got into me.

'You believe me, don't you?'

I was wrong, I know.

'I wasn't gonna hurt her, honest.'

I didn't know who she was.

If she'd have told me she was your girl..

You believe me, don't you, Hayden?

For the love of heaven, don't just stand there staring at me.

'Tell me, you'll let me go.'

Please, let me go.

You've gotta listen.

I-I don't wanna die.

'If you let me go, I'll, I'll get out of the territory.'

No, don't kill me. It won't do you no good.

'Oh, please...have a heart.'

Please, I don't wanna die. I didn't mean no harm.

[gunshot]

Hayden!

[sighs]

My dream was wrong. Senn rider on dead horse.

Nothing follow you now.

Ming, when Fry killed the Indians

he blew up the gold.

But I don't care anymore.

You will get what you want, some other way.

It's up to you, Ming. San Francisco...or Mexico?

Anywhere, I go with you.

[Millard Woods singing "Rider On A Dead Horse"]

♪♪ The dream of gold can blind you ♪♪

♪♪ Can throw a man off his course ♪♪

♪♪ And only love can save that man ♪♪

♪♪ Ridin' on a dead horse ♪♪

♪♪ Rider On A Dead Horse ♪♪

♪♪ Rider On A Dead Horse ♪♪♪♪