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Company salute!

Some people around here call us deserters.

Others say that we're bandits, blood suckers, renegades...and those Yankees.

Those goddamned filthy Yankees are now saying that they won the war...

that they defeated us! That we're destroyed!

The South is lost, the Confederacy is ruined and 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 honour.

Maybe we'll have to bide our time.

A few more years in this gummy place at the edge of the world,

but the sacrifice will be worth it because we'll return as soldiers,

not as victims, not as miserable greedy slaves but as masters!

Those damn Yankees will have another war on their hands.

Our war!

And this one we'll win!

The South will rise again!

The South will rise again...

Catherine, my darling child.

Everything's loaded in the wagon. Whiskey, guns...

Did you remember these, blank 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!

Catherine is dead. Our daughter's dead!

Can't you understand that?

You old witch!

I don't want to see her photographs around here any more. Get rid of them!

Do you hear?

You're a darned fool, Mary.

Your daughter's dead and 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 is mad.

You and your damned, stupid pride, your cruelty

and your thirst for blood and power that has brought dishonour on our house

and destroyed everything we loved.

Yes. Yes.

You are the cause of what happened to our daughter.

No, stop! be quiet, hear, or I'll kill you. I swear!

I'll kill you!

There's someone...

Whoops! Hold it Manuel! What's your hurry?

Let me have a look at you.

Just what the hell were you doing?

- I make tequila for Dolores, Señor. - Aw, you did, hey?

Si Señor. Manuel, he bring tequila.

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

What else did you bring for Dolores, heh?

This maybe?

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 tequila?

- Tell me. - Nothing. Nothing. I swear.

You're a pretty bitch, Dolores. A filthy slut!

You belong to me, 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.

- Hau, Black eagle. - Hau.

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 change two times.

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, Yarin.

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 what ever you ask.

My answer is no.

You better think that over, 'cause we might just take both of your daughters!.

Hi, honey.

Hi there. Looking for a soldier boy?

Stop! Let her go!

Just stop, Black Eagle!

Move on boys!

Get them other squaws!

You white-faced 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.

- Boy, sure was hard work. - Yeah. 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!

What's wrong with Frank?

Look! She's trying to run off!

Go get her, Frank!

Come on!

One at a time!

You've had your fun! The party's over!

Fool! Goddamned idiot!

You let her get away, damn you.

I bet she's returned to her people.

We'll find her there. You can bet on it.

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 in that valley.

Someplace...

Slut's got away.

If only we had some dogs.

Hey, there's something else better than a whole pack of hounds.

You know, that Indian guide. Hondo the halfbreed. Let's get him.

Hey Hondo! Hondo!

Damn it Hondo! Don't shoot. It's me, Gordon.

If that bullet had come any closer I'd have a hole in my head.

You shoot first and ask questions after, huh?

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

Aw, look Hondo, I got work for you,

and 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 fellow smart enough to follow her trail.

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

Who did this to you?

Do you understand?

You stink like a wild animal.

Your 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.

Stop. Stop!

Here squaw rest.

She chew leaves. Make you forget you are hungry, tired.

This way.

Squaw hide in 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.

Trail leads that way.

A lot of farms and ranches over in that direction.

Them ranchers hate the Indians. Why, they might even kill her.

Trail still fresh. She not far away from here.

It's my bed and I'm going to sleep in it tonight. You understand?

You can use that blanket for a dress.

Do you understand what I'm saying?

Dress...

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.

You know it's no pleasure for me having you here.

Injuns!

Savage!

You murdering Redskin!

The murderers is not us, they are the Paleface

who have 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 you, I had nothing to do with it.

Who are these men? Do you know?

Soldiers. The long-blade knives.

Their chief is Colonel Cutter.

You can sleep here for one more night, but tomorrow you go.

Is that clear?

Whose grave is that?

My wife's.

She was raped.

Killed by Indians.

I am an Indian.

- Why you not kill? - What for? revenge?

Revenge means only more killing, more rape, more scalps.

Revenge...it won't bring back my Evelyne.

Your eye is nearly better now.

At least you won't have any more fevers.

But 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 keep yelling 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. Bar yourself in. Go on.

Whoa.

I always enjoy stopping by here, Matt.

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.

His specialty 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 the Colonel's got his eye on.

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

- I know she's here someplace. - She 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?

No! No! Hold it there! Don't shoot! Don't shoot!

We fought together.

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

Yeah...the things we fought for... like rape and robbery!

And you need a fort 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!

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 Grey knife!

You hate Indians.

Why did you kill for me?

I'm no longer a long Grey knife, and I had to kill that man.

To save my skin, not yours.

You think they come back?

Yes.

So be it. 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.

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

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

I want to get away!

They say that we've got to freeze our asses out here while them two

are inside on that cosy... doing guess what!

Enjoy your lady 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.

I see no sign of movement.

I'm going on down there.

If you hear any shooting, you come running.

What the hell, there's a ravine! Well we can't go back.

We have to get across it.

Here, hold my gun.

My gun!

Okay.

Come on!

Come on. You're nearly there.

That's it.

Grab hold.

That's the way. You made it!

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

It ain't worth it. Drop your gun.

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

but your squaw here belongs to Connor.

Bastard!

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.

Me strong. He lost. Now I take his strength.

Savages!

All you do is mutilate and torture!

Why do you have to do things like that?

We don't use threats to make tobacco pouch like white people soldiers!

That's a lie!

It's a lie.

Not lie. I speak truth.

You not see my village after white men come.

You not see women after soldiers rape and kill!

You no see soldiers gouge eyes out of old men,

and cut the heads off little children!

You see or you no see?

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 no tired. I keep watch. - What ever you say.

Chris?

Hey Chris?

Where the hell are you?

Oh my God! They slit your throat!

You bitch!

Hold it!

They can't be gone long, the fire's 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's seen them sneaking away and he's following them.

Colonel Connor!

Sir, we found Frank's body. That damned squaw scalped him!

Let's not waste any more time. Come on!

I don't like this place.

It's too quiet.

Sápashal...the secret hill.

Halt!

We found the bodies of Chris and Billy.

Both of them were scalped.

They must have climbed the ridge in that direction.

You take the remaining 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 Sápashal, 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 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. You no move. I speak.

This Wasi'chu help 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 Wasi'chu, and scalp, and you little squaw,

you go away!

I am Yarin, 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 think he brave warrior.

Very strong. He wants fight.

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, Wasi'chu?

Kill him! You have won! You must kill him!

No, that's an insult for him!

What are you doing?

Yarin cold. You warm. Yarin 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. Yeah.

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. - Come on, move!

- Howdy Colonel. - Who are these two?

They were hiding up in the hills.

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

Like they're on their honeymoon.

Hold on. Let me look at you.

You're pretty, aren't you?

Shoot the little bastard!

Let me shoot the stinking coyote!

Give me a knife.

- What is it? - Shh!

Long rifles.

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

Quick! The horses!

- They got two of our men. - It was an ambush.

Look, hoof prints. They go that way.

They can't of got very far. Come on!

Don't shoot. The Colonel wants them alive.

Quick! Jump on. Hurry!

Get off. Come on.

Get going!

Here's the horse all right, 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 it's hurting you! Come on.

Wake up! The soldiers are near!

Quiet. They're coming back.

Be quiet!

Idiot! You let them get away!

I'll teach you! Darn you!

Easy Colonel, you'll kill him.

I'm 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 them.

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

We'll go on hunting them tomorrow morning.

All right.

Your arm is all right?

I think it's all right.

At least I can move it.

Paleface strong. You'll heal quickly.

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

Eat this. Good. Give you strength.

Try.

Good.

- What is it? - Ojibwa...snake.

- Snake? - Well cooked. Very good.

It's delicious.

Yarin use secret of old Indian medicine...

Soon feel well but also feel very strange.

Ojibwa is love sign to us and Indian Brave eat it before they lay with squaw.

You know...I do feel strange.

Now Yarin belong to you.

What did you put in that snake?

I'm a savage, a barbarian. Remember?

I changed my mind.

And you hate Redskins...my people...

You're not like the others.

No wait. Do not toy with Yarin... please...

I want to kiss you.

Only if you really want to bring our souls together.

Indian legend has story of squaw...

The daughter of a chief who fell in love with a great warrior from far away.

At first they have very much 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 walk in shadows. The soldiers won't see.

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 horses.

Take horses. Quickly!

Come.

Come.

- It's that Indian squaw! - What happened?

That bitch! Don't let her get away!

hey Colonel, look who I found.

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

No, better if you do the talking. Now tell me,

just what do you think we ought to do, huh,

with you and that filthy little squaw of yours?

You can do what ever you like, Connor.

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

- Save your breath. - Well, since you don't want to co-operate,

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.

Yes, this is my first chance to play with it.

Here it is!

Oh, this is going to be fun, heh?

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 little Injun whore will come out in the open.

She won't be able to resist.

I want your shouts of pain to build though her Indian brain!

Not bad, hey?

Where is she?!

- She's there! - Look!

Go and track her down, Sergeant.

And from now on you better carry out my commands on the double!

Or maybe instead of her, you will be the one to suffer!

Come on!

Wait a minute! All this hassle...

- 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 over that Indian gal.

Charlie! Charlie! Stay Charlie!

I see your problem. You let yourself worry about that gal.

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

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 me? - You bastard!

Bastard! Bastard!

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

Not till the score is settled.

My god! It's peter!

He's been scalped!

There she is!

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

What's wrong, Matt? Are you tired already?

Oh, you used to be a real tough soldier. One of my best.

Now look at you, snivelling like a baby!

You're out of your mind, Connor. You're out of your mind!

- You're crazy! - I know.

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 get you!

I'll get you.

We're nearly there, Lieutenant, just a few more yards then you can relax.

Let him go, boys.

Get moving!

You're a traitor, Matt.

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

You betrayed the ideas we fought for and you're going to 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'm going to wait until we get 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!

Now it will be a fair fight!

I picture Matt that you'd taken her away. Yeah. You stole my child.

You stole her and married her.

What do you mean?

The one person that 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.

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.

And she even said that she hated to call me father.

I can understand her hating you, Connor.

Then I realised the only thing I could do,

to cleanse her of all the hatred inside her, make her stop being ashamed of me.

So I took her...

I took my hands and I...squeezed until I felt her heart no longer beating.

Then I knew that Evelyne was at peace.

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