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Some people around here call us deserters.

Others say that we're bandits, bloodsuckers, 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.

That the South is lost.

That the Confederacy is in ruins.

That the rebels have been entirely wiped out.

Take a good look at yourselves.

Dead, are you?

You can still all feel, eat, and drink.

You can all remember your loved ones.

Back home.

And you can still kill.

I 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 a few more years in this scummy place at the edge

the world.

But this sacrifice will be worth it because we'll return as soldiers.

Not as victims.

Not as miserable Greek slaves.

But as masters.

Those damn Yankees will have another war on their hands.

Our war.

And this one will win.

Let's go.

Everything's loaded in the wagon.

Whiskey, guns.

Did you remember these?

Plank ammunition.

In case they ever point those guns at us.

And what's your decision about that girl?

Chief Black Eagle's daughter.

I want her.

That girl's a beauty.

So lovely and wild.

Just the way I like it.

And what if the old chief makes problems?

In that case, you know just what to do.

Go. Forward.

Jacqueline is dead. Our daughter is dead.

Can't you understand that?

You old witch.

I don't want to see a photograph around here anymore.

Get rid of them.

You hear?

You're a darn 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 are you saying?

You're mad.

Oh, no.

You are the one who is mad.

You and your damn stupid pride, your cruelty, and your thirst for blood and

power that has brought dishonor on our house and destroyed everything you

Yes. Yes.

You are the cause of what happened to our daughter.

Oh, no. Stop.

Be quiet.

I'll kill you.

Oh, that'll be you. Won't you hurry, eh? Let me have a look at you.

Guess what the hell were you doing?

I bring tequila for Dolores, senor.

Oh, you did, eh?

Si, senor.

Manuel, he bring me tequila.

Really? Well, isn't that thoughtful of him?

What else did you bring for Dolores, eh?

This baby, eh?

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 his decay,

Tell me, huh? Nothing.

Nothing. I swear.

You're a pretty bitch, Dolores.

A filthy slut.

And 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.

We've come to trade.

We want to buy many horses.

Young mustangs. Our horses are away at pasture in the hills.

You must wait for their return.

Our warrior braves are with them and will come back when moon changed two

But your eyes say horses not all you want. Trade for something else.

What? You're right. My master, you see, wants to trade for your daughter,

Yaren. She'll be happy with the colonel. And 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 of 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 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 you daughters.

Hi, honey.

Hi there, looking for a soldier boy?

Stop! Let it go!

Stop, Black Eagle!

I'll see you next time.

Welcome to our tribe, little Indian slut.

Surely goodness and

mercy shall follow me all the days of my life. I shall dwell in the house of the

Lord forever.

May God watch over your souls.

Rest in peace.

Amen. Amen.

Thank goodness, there's a creek here

Are

you thirsty

Frank

give us 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!

The party's over.

Goddamn 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's too smart.

She's still around here.

She's somewhere down on that valley.

Someplace.

The sluts 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 guy, Hondo the half -breed. Let's get him.

Gordon! That bullet come any closer, I'd have a hole in my head.

You shoot first and that cushion's after, huh?

Hondo has made many enemies.

And some of them are you paleface.

Oh, look, Hondo, I got work for you. And there'll be plenty of fire water if you

do the job well.

We're tracking down a squaw who killed some of my men. And you're the only

smart enough to follow her trail.

you

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.

You're running away from someone, aren't you? Just nod your head.

Who is it? Who's after you?

Ah, to hell with you.

Dear squaw, rest.

Teach you leave.

What leave?

Haragaki. Make you forget you hungry, tired.

This way.

Squaw hiding here.

Where did she go next?

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

This squaw not stupid.

She very cunning, very strong.

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

She go that way, to Thunder Mountain.

There's a lot of farms and ranchers over in that direction. Them ranchers hate

the Indians. Why, they might even kill her.

Trail's still fresh. She's not far away from here.

That's my bed, and I'm going to sleep in it tonight.

You understand?

You could use that blanket for a dress.

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.

This time don't throw it on the floor

You

know,

it's no pleasure for me having you here

angels.

Savage.

You murder in red skin.

The murderers is not us.

They are the pale face.

I've murdered my father, murdered my people.

The men who butchered babies.

They burned everything.

Took women.

Did as they like.

It is they who are the savage.

Listen here.

I had nothing to do with it.

Who are these men, huh?

Do you know?

Soldiers.

The long -brained knives.

Their chief is Colonel Connor.

You can sleep here for one more night.

But tomorrow, you go.

Is that clear?

Whose grave is that?

My wife's.

She's raped.

Killed by Indians.

I am an Indian.

Why are you not killed?

What for?

Revenge?

Revenge means only more killing.

More raping.

More scalps.

Revenge? It won't bring back my Edwin.

Your eye is nearly better now.

At least you won't have any more fever.

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

Otherwise, you won't get far.

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

You speak with forked tongue. I'm Yarin, not Coyote.

Yarin is the same as you.

Connor's men.

I hear them coming.

Hide in the stable.

Borrow yourself in. Go on.

It's always stopping by here, Matt.

It's almost like coming home.

Maybe you don't wear a uniform no more, but you're still one of us.

How you keeping, Gordon?

Great. And so 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.

Especially his renegades.

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

Her footprints come here.

Who are you looking for anyway, Gordon?

Little Comanche's squad the colonel's got his eye on.

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

I know she's here someplace. She's hiding in -house.

You're not going to listen to an Indian?

Oh, of course not. But do you mind if we take a little look in the stable?

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

Yeah.

The things you fought for.

Like rape and robbery.

The uniform to protect you.

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.

Before I change my mind you're already dead, but you don't know it

Thank you.

You are a white man.

A huasico.

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.

You think they come back?

Yeah.

She'll be.

Fate is the same for you and me.

I will go now.

We separate.

I manage alone.

We'll be stronger together.

Connor can be stubborn.

He'll stop at nothing.

But maybe there's a way out.

If we can make it to the mountains tonight.

can't keep up this pace a hell of a lot longer, we'll kill the horses. The hell

with the horses. I don't want them to get away.

It ain't fair that we gotta freeze our asses out here while

them two are inside all nice and cozy and doing just what?

Enjoy your lay, Lieutenant.

You'll never have another.

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.

Ain't no sign of movement.

I'm going on down there.

If you hear any shooting, you come running.

How the hell is the ravine?

We can't go back.

I have to get across it.

Here, hold my gun.

Come on.

You're nearly there.

That's it.

Grab hold of me.

That's the way.

You made it.

Hold it right there. Don't try anything or you're dead.

I think it's worth it.

Drop your gun.

It's a damn dirty shame spoiling your honeymoon.

Only your squad here belongs to the Colonel.

He sure is taking 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 go

prowling around on his own.

You know what I think?

I think we ought to go down there and take a look.

He's strong.

He lost.

Now I take his strength.

Sandwiches.

All you do is mutilate.

And torture.

Why do you have to do things like that?

We don't use breasts to make tobacco pouch.

Like Wasikus soldiers.

That's a lie.

It's a lie.

Not lie. I speak truth.

You not see my village after white men come.

You no see women after soldiers rape and kill.

You no see soldiers gouge eyes out of old men and cut the heads off of little

children. You see or you no see.

We've gone far enough for tonight.

We'll rest here until daybreak.

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

No, I'm not tired.

I keep watch.

Whatever you say.

Chris?

Hey, Chris!

Where the hell are you?

Chris? Oh my god, they slit your throat!

The fire's still burning.

That damn fool Frank.

He was supposed to watch him. He let him slip right through his fingers.

I don't understand.

Maybe he sees them sneaking away and he's following them.

Colonel Connor!

Sir, I 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.

The sacred hill.

Oh!

Found the bodies of Chris and Billy.

Both of them were scalped.

Must have climbed a ridge in that direction.

Peter, you take three men and circle around that way.

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

The rest of you, search the slope.

Peter, you guard the canyon.

They can't get away this time.

This

is

Tap 10, the house of the dead.

The land of my ancestors.

My father say, everyone has guiding spirit.

And even the white man has guiding spirit in his body.

I not die, you see, as long as the spirit of my father shows the way and

within me. As the spirit of your wife guides you. The souls we love dearly

in us.

Love is like hate. It never dies.

Tell me, who are they?

They are my tribe. My people.

Warriors. You don't move, I speak.

This Wasikou helped me.

He risked his life more than once.

He not enemy.

He good friend.

No white man, good friend.

Paleface kill own people.

We take oath. Must kill all Wasikou and scalp.

And you, little squaw, you go.

Away. I'm Yari, daughter of great chief Black Eagle. Not little squaw go away.

What's happening?

He spoke bad of me. I spoke bad of him. I made insult.

What does he want now?

I say Red Fox no strong.

Make only talk. Have no courage. He thinks he's great warrior.

Very strong. He wants fight.

Now who?

I don't want to fight.

You must.

If not, warriors kill us.

If you fight and win, we free.

It is the law.

It's a crazy law.

I still don't want to fight.

Are you afraid to be killed?

You think Red Fox is too strong, Wasikou?

What are you doing?

Yaring cold.

You warm.

Yaring takes warm 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 ain't tired.

Here,

take the blanket.

It'll keep you warm.

Always, like a tongue took I'm at the gate, gone into wheels at the gate.

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 the hair after death.

Hey, look, it's Peter.

Well, well, seems like he's bagged some game.

He always was a good man.

Howdy, colonel. Who are these two? They're hiding up in the hills.

They say they're like gorillas, run off from their village.

Like they're on their honeymoon.

Hold on, let me look at you.

You're pretty, aren't you?

Let me shoot the stinking coyote.

Give me a knife, Bash.

Thank you.

It's Rebush! They're hiding over there!

They got two of them in.

What's the matter with them?

Look. Look for it.

They go that way.

They can't have gone very far.

Come on.

Don't shoot.

The colonel wants him alive.

Here's the horse, all right, but there's no sign of them.

That damn Indian.

He's tricked us again.

Well, check the trail.

He's wounded. They can't get far.

We must continue.

You can do it. You're strong.

Stronger than what is hurting you.

Come on.

Wake up. The soldiers are near.

Quiet. They're coming back.

Be quiet.

Stupid idiot.

You let him get away.

You fool.

I'll teach you.

Darn you.

He's a colonel. You kill him.

I ain't going to skin him alive.

That scum. He had him cornered. And then he let him get away.

Here, have a drink. It'll calm you down.

We'll get him.

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

We'll go on hunting tomorrow morning.

All right.

Your arm is all right?

I think it's all right.

At least I can move it.

Fail faith strong, you'll heal quickly.

What I don't understand is why my head pains so.

Good.

What is it?

Snake.

Snake?

Well cooked. Very good.

It's delicious.

Yarin used secret root. Old Indian medicine.

Soon feel well, but also feel very strange.

Ochica is love sign to us, and Indian brave eat it before they lay with squaw.

You know, I do feel strange.

Now Yarin belongs to you.

Would you put in that snake?

I'm a savage.

A barbarian.

Remember?

I've changed my mind.

And you hate redskins.

My people.

You are not like the others.

Now wait.

Do not toy with Yaren.

Please. I want to kiss you.

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

Indian legend has a story of a squaw, daughter to a chief who fell in love

a great warrior from far away.

At first they had very much trouble because of strange customs, but they

to learn the ways of each other and to love.

My brave from far away

We

will be as damn happy forever

Over here.

Down.

How do we get to the hills?

At night. We walk in shadows the soldiers won't see.

The trouble is they have horses.

And are many.

We'll wait until sunset.

We can get away.

Let's go.

Take courses quickly.

Hey,

Colonel, look who I found.

Now, what do you say we have a little talk, Matt?

No, better if you do the talk.

Now, tell me, just what do you think we ought to do with you and that filthy

little squall of yours?

You can do whatever you like, Connor.

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

So save your breath.

Well, since you don't want to cooperate, I guess I'll have to decide.

Now, seeing that 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.

Oh,

this is going to be fun.

Eh?

Now, I want you to help me. I want you to be the bait.

I want you to shout just as loud as you possibly can so your little Indian whore

come out in the open. She won't be able to resist.

I want your shouts of pain to drill through our Indian brain.

Not bad, eh?

down, Sergeant.

And 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.

He wants to come through here.

What are you looking for, anyway?

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

Wasting all this time over that Injun gal.

You're letting yourself worry about that gal.

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.

And the pair of you won't have time for hardly anything. Just a goodbye kiss.

Did you hear that?

You bastard.

Bastard.

Bastard.

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

Not till the score is settled.

My God!

It's Peter!

He's been scammed!

That's it!

Horses can't get through there. We'll have to go on foot. Come on.

Are you tired already?

Oh, he 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, Carter.

You're out of your mind.

You're 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.

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're going to be punished for it.

Punished like you deserve.

I sent you to death, Lieutenant.

But shooting is too good for the likes of you. So I'm going to wait until we

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!

Oh. Oh.

Taken her away.

He stole my child.

He stole her and married her. What do you mean?

One person that I never 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. To at least have some pity for me.

You can't be serious.

She just didn't want to listen.

When I pleaded, when I begged, she began yelling and shouting and saying awful

things about me.

She even said that she hated, hated to call me father.

I can understand her hating you, Connor.

Then I realized the only thing I can do, cleanse her of all the hatred inside

her. Make her stop being ashamed of me.

So I took her naked in my hands.

And I squeezed and felt her heart no longer beating.

Then I knew Evelyn.