All language subtitles for RodCameron_JoanneDru_1954

(GUNS FIRING)

Jeb!

Spread out and
look for their tracks.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

You'll be all right,
Jeb. Don't move.

We'll be safe for
a while. How is he?

He needs a doctor.

No time for that. We'll
have to fix him up ourselves.

Well, I'm going for one, anyway.

You'll have that posse
on our necks again.

Well, that's the chance
we have to take.

I'm not gonna let
my brother die!

JEB: Listen to Clint, Sis.

Listen to Clint?

Don't I always? That's
how we got this way.

Who started it? Who
drove us off our land?

I don't care who started it.
How's it gonna finish?

Like my dad? Hung
from a cottonwood tree?

Or like Jeb? We'll get out of this,
all right.

There's enough gold in my
saddlebag to set ourselves up for life

on a new homestead.

Nobody ever made themselves
safe on blood money.

Those cattlemen did.

(JEB GROANING)

I'm going for a doctor!

Stop her, Clint.

Lilly!

You'd better get into these.

Bleeding's stopped.

You'll last till
the doc gets here.

I got ten bucks
says you're wrong.

It's a bet.

MAN 1: Hey, looks like a
gal I knew back in Saint Louis.

MAN 2: Shucks,
there ain't no such animal.

Don't get too close, he bites.

(ALL LAUGHING)

BEALE: You're no
rose of sharon yourself.

What good's that
critter, anyway?

Well, he can pack
more than a horse

and he can go without water for
almost as long as it looks like you have.

But what are you trying to
prove with them things, Mr. Beale?

Oh, the Arabs call them
"Ships of the Desert."

I'm gonna prove they can sail
our deserts as well as theirs.

What about that stage,
Barstow? It's two hours late.

That's just the way they run. One
day early and the next day late.

Well, I can't wait any longer.

When Dr. Stanton gets here, give him a horse
and then join my outfit on the West Road.

Yes, sir.

Cush. Cush, down.

Hey,
Mister! He's heading back to Arabia.

(TOWNSPEOPLE LAUGHING)

Howdy, Sheriff.
Hello, Constable.

Well, what you fellers been doing? Chasing
someone or running away from Indians?

Robbery job over at
Rio Gordo this morning.

Cattlemen's bank taken for
about twenty thousand in gold.

You don't say! Would I
be knowing any of them?

You should. One of
them's Clint McDonald.

Oh, I know him, all right.
He's a bad hombre.

Well, how can I
help you, Sheriff?

One of them was hit,
so I figure they'll stay put for awhile.

I need enough men to, well,
to fan out and close in on them.

Say, Bill, you take Sheriff
Morgan's horses over to the stable

and get them some
fresh mounts, will you?

Say, come on in, fellas.
Come on, you might be hungry.

We can end out for some coffee,
and get some eatables. Come on.

DRIVER: Whoa!

Dr. Stanton?

I am Stanton, Dr. Stanton.

Well, I've got a horse for you.

Mr. Beale says for you to catch
up with his outfit on the West Road.

All in good time, my good sir.

I have to catch up
with myself, first.

Is there, by chance, an oasis in this metropolis
where a man may purchase drinking whiskey?

Right across the street.

Thank you, my good sir.

How's Jeb? About the same.

This is Dr. Stanton.
How do you do, sir?

I nearly had to rope him
to get him out here.

A most unusual
proceedings, my friend.

But who am I to stand on ethics in
the face of a promised fee of $100?

The fool's drunk as a coot.

Sir, I'll have you know
that Elias P. Stanton

is never too drunk to perform
his professional duties.

But if you prefer,
I will withdraw from the case.

You'll stay and finish the job and if
you mess it up, you'll stay for good.

Get started.

He's got to work fast. The Sheriff's
gonna throw a circle all around us.

The bullet is lodged
near the heart, bad wound!

So what? You know how to get it out,
don't you?

Academically, yes.
In practice, no.

This man needs a surgeon,
an M.D., a regular doctor.

A regular doctor? What are you?

D. V. M. Doctor of
Veterinary Medicine.

A vet? Why, you crazy,
drunken, fool

Clint, stop it. Even a horse
doctor is better than none.

Do what you can.

I shall do the best I can, miss.

Fortunately, I am equipped
with the proper implements.

What's a vet doing
with regular doctor tools?

In a moment of weakness, my friend,
I succumbed to a double temptation,

improved social status
and the lure of California.

California?

Edward Fitzpatrick Beale,
and his camel corps

seeking a new and direct route
across the great American desert.

I wish I had never heard of
him or of his idiotic expedition.

Yes, imagine me larruping
across the desert.

And as sure as fate,
Beale will discover what a fraud I am

and hang me to the nearest tree

or stake me out in the desert sun,
at the mercy of savages.

I wish I was back in St. Louis.

There we are. That's
the best I can do.

The rest is up to nature.
My $100, please.

And I wish to the Lord Harry,

it was enough to get me back to my horse,
syringe and bottle of liniment.

CLINT: Have you and this
Beale ever met?

Never laid eyes on him.

I was fool enough
to volunteer by mail.

I'll add 100 to this
for that bag of yours.

Fifty more for
the coat and shirt.

My boy, you are
a gift from Heaven.

Take it over.

Uh, just a moment,
please. Just a moment.

Hops, Sir.

Always carry an extra one.

St. Louis, here I come!

And I hope I get back in time for
the annual epidemic of hog cholera.

Oh, I wouldn't move the lad
yet, he's lost too much blood.

Good luck, Doctor. And, remember, when
in doubt about symptoms, do nothing at all.

That is the secret of a successful
medical practice even in my field.

Clint, do you really think
you can get away with it?

Why not? With this outfit I look
as much like a doctor as he does.

We're going to California.

But Jeb isn't fit to travel.

I'll wait till he is. We can always
catch up with a wagon train.

No, you've got to go now,

before Beale sends one of his riders back
into town to see what happened to Stanton.

I can't leave you and Jeb here
to be picked up by the Sheriff.

But you must go.

We'll be all right till morning.
Jeb will be stronger then.

Won't you, Jeb?

Sure. Go on, Clint,
we'll make it.

All right. Keep your eyes open,
don't let the posse ring you in.

I won't, Clint. Now, hurry.

I'll be looking back
for you all the way.

And I'll be
looking ahead for you.

(PRAYING IN ARABIC)

Praying. Caterwauling heathens,
that's what they are.

Don't seem to matter much
how a man looks to God,

long as he looks. Howdy, stranger.
What are you doing out in these parts?

I'm joining up with this outfit.

You wouldn't be the doctor
that Beale is waiting for?

That's me, name is Stanton.

You better know what
to do about sick camels.

We're going to have a lot of
them before this trip is over.

Don't pay no heed to Matt, Doc.

He don't figure nothing
is worth anything,

except the state of Tennessee.

I'm Lieutenant Owens.
Come with me, Doctor.

Beale is going to be
mighty glad to see you.

We can all start getting sick now,
sir. Here's our wayward medicine man.

Hello,
Stanton. I'd almost given you up.

The stage was late leaving Rio Gordo,
Mr. Beale.

Why don't you take the
Doctor's horse over to the picket.

If you don't mind, sir,
I'd like to take care of him myself.

I was expecting an older man,
maybe one not quite up to our kind of trip.

You look just as fit
as any of us.

Well, my practice keeps me
pretty much out in the open, sir.

That's fine. We're going to
do some rough traveling.

We're taking the shortest
route to California.

We're heading due west from
this big bend in the Santa Fe Trail.

Cuts off 400 miles.

The Army tried to survey it. We'll find the
bones of the survey crew right about here.

Kit Carson says we won't even get that far,
but he's wrong.

The North Africans travel all over
the Sahara, with camels, and survive.

I'm going to swim mine
right into the Pacific Ocean.

Looks like awful lonely country.

It is except for Apaches.
Do you want to go home?

Not me. The lonelier,
the better.

Good. Get some sleep. We pull
out at dawn. Good night, Doctor.

Good night, Mr. Beale.

(HORSES APPROACHING)

Jeb. Jeb. Come on,
honey. We've got to move.

We're on their trail. Break up into pairs,
and fan out.

I can't make it, Lilly.

Go on, Sis. Get to Clint.

Shh. Don't try to talk.
You'll be all right.

Yeah. I'll be all right.

(GUN FIRING)

That's as far as you go!

Off your horses!

Scatter them!

Drop your gun belts!

(GUN FIRING)

All right, turn around.

Start running
and don't look back.

Run, I said!

Getting along about that time of day,
ain't it, boss?

Yeah, We'll camp down by that creek,
Lieutenant.

Sir, we've got a couple
of hours of light left yet.

It's almost sundown,
and my native boys have some praying to do.

Give the word.

Get your packs off, Matt,
we're camping here.

This early? Yep.

If it's because them camels is tired, turn
them over to me, I'll pack them on my mules.

They ain't even worked
up a sweat today.

Just you wait till we hit the real
desert where there ain't no water.

Then we'll see who packs who.

(LAUGHING)

OUTLAW: How's the water?

Stay put.

We're out of grub. Our horses
ain't so good. Want to do business?

I'm not running this show. You'll
have to speak to the man who is.

You? Not me.

We met somewhere,
ain't we? I'm Toad Ellis.

That mean anything to you?

It ought to. His picture's
nailed up a lot of places.

I haven't been a lot of places.

I could be wrong
but I usually ain't.

Cover them.

(GUNS FIRING)

(PRAYING IN ARABIC)

MATT: Hey, Doc.

Take over, will you?

Just nicked you.
Nothing to worry about.

It's my arm,
not yours. Wrap it up.

Ain't you gonna wash your hands?

What do you think?

You're pretty handy with a gun.

About as quick as I've ever
seen. And a dead-on shot.

I've seen better.

Funny thing,
Toad Ellis thinking he knew you.

Sure you ain't in the wrong business,
Doc?

You handle a gun a lot better
than you do a roll of bandage.

Why you so nervous?

I ain't used to killing people,
excepting my own patients.

How is he, Stanton?

Just a nick, he'll be all right.

Lieutenant Owens tells me
you saved three of our horses.

One of them was mine.

Must've been a pretty good
horse to risk your life for him.

All I owned was on him.

There you are, Hi Jolly,
no pork in yours.

Okay.

How do you like that?
Special grub for them monkeys.

Quit your beefing. You know
them fellas can't eat pork.

You heathens don't know what's good. Here,
try this.

(LAUGHING)

MATT: That'll learn you to
pull a toad-stabber on me.

(SHOUTING IN ARABIC)

Next time you lay a hand on those boys,
I'll kill you.

You saw what was going on.
Why didn't you do something?

I don't fight other men's quarrels.
I just patch them up afterwards.

What would you fight for?

The only thing every man
fights for. Self-preservation.

MAN: Rider coming!

Dr. Stanton!

Take care of her.

Make up a bed for her
in that wagon.

Easy now, ma'am.
You'll be all right.

Some cold water, Lieutenant.

Certainly, Doctor.

You've been a long time,
Lilly, what happened?

Clint, he's dead. Jeb's dead.

I never should have left you.

First my dad, then Jeb.

(GASPING)

Oh, Clint, I'm tired of running,
tired of hiding and fighting.

I know,
honey. We'll stop running in California.

What if he sends me back?

Not as long as I'm the Doctor.

You'll be all right now,
ma'am. You're safe and sound.

Here drink this.

Get a good night's sleep.
I'll talk to you in the morning.

Good night, Doc.
Good night, Lieutenant.

How is she?
Nothing wrong with her.

But she's too worn out to talk.
You better let her rest for the night.

There's no harm in that,

but we'll have to find out where
she came from and send her back.

We can't have a
woman with this outfit.

Good morning, ma'am.

Good morning, Doctor.

I'm glad to see you're
feeling so much better.

Let's have a look at those eyes.

We're never going
to be apart again, Lilly.

You'll never know how I missed
you and worried about you.

I can't stand being away from you,
Clint, not for a minute.

One day further west and
Beale can't send you back.

We'll be together for good.

Really for good,
Clint? Or just more of the same?

From now on we'll be playing
with a whole new deck of cards.

What good's a new deck,
if you go on dealing them off the bottom?

I just told you, honey...

You're going to be fine, ma'am.

Good morning. Good morning.

You rested enough to travel?

I think so.

Well, good. Right after breakfast,
I'll have a fresh horse saddled

and send you back
with a troop escort.

Back where?

Wherever you came from.

But I have no place
to go to, Mr. Beale.

She was just telling me
she tried to catch up with

a wagon train and
mistook our tracks for theirs.

Where were they headed?

Well, all I know, it was to follow the
old Spanish Trail toward Albuquerque

and then make a cutoff westward.

That would put them
200 miles from here.

How'd you get separated from it?

Well, I was never with it. You see,
my, my Dad was ailing

and the doctor thought
California would be good for him.

We found out about the wagon
train and tried to catch up with it.

But Dad grew worse
and worse and finally he

I understand. Well, I guess we'll
just have to make the best of it.

But you can't travel like that.

Our bugler's about your size,
I'll see what I can do for you.

Thanks.

Nice going, honey.

You sure sold him
a nice shiny goldbrick.

Yeah, I'm a good
liar these days.

I've had lots of practice.

How're you making out, ma'am?

Not bad if I could get some
of this dust and grime off me.

There's a fair size waterhole
down below those willows.

Oh, I've given the order
that's out of bounds.

You're going to a lot of trouble for
someone you figure to be excess baggage.

You're still excess
baggage. Take this along.

If you have to use it, just hold
with both hands and pull the trigger.

Don't shut your eyes
when you shoot.

Looks like the boss has
took a liking to you, ma'am.

He most always don't think
of nothing except them camels.

I can't say
I blame him much either.

What's the gun for, miss?

Coyotes, Doctor.

(RUSTLING)

Go away.

Might be Apaches around.

It ain't safe to be
away from camp so far.

Get out of here and quick.

Somebody's got to keep
an eye on that scalp of yours.

You wouldn't look
so good without it.

(GUN FIRING)

Come on back!
I got three bullets left!

Now, that's enough!

Why? He isn't dead yet.

I don't want him dead.
I need him.

I thought I told you this stretch
of steam was out of bounds.

Nobody told me nothing.

I come up here to take a bath

and the next thing
I know, I'm being shot at.

Get back to your mules.

Doc, I seem to remember
you don't fight except for,

how'd you put it,
self-preservation?

That's right,
but I don't like peeping Toms.

That your only reason?

Name me a better one.

I did just what you said, Mr. Beale, held
it in both hands and pulled the trigger.

But I think I must
have closed my eyes.

I'd hate to have you shooting
at me with them open.

There ain't no breaking
that range of hills, boss.

No, they are squarely
across our trail.

We'll have to go around.
One side or the other.

Looks like the south end's the
shorter way from here, Mr. Beale.

Well, let a survey decide that.

Sir, if we don't stop now,
we can make another 10 miles today.

We're not interested in speed,
Lieutenant, just accuracy.

The easiest way
may be the longest.

Set up for survey.

You've got a half hour's rest,
ma'am. We have some work to do.

I'm tired of eating dust. I'd
like to ride up ahead with you

and see what goes on,
if you don't mind.

Not at all. I'm afraid
you'll find it pretty dull.

Hit the dirt and
ease your cinches!

Time out for man and beast!

What are you trying
to do? Kill my mules?

Standing them out in
the sun with their packs on

is worse than
working them to death.

Well, the camels
seem to be enjoying it.

They ain't got sense
enough to know better.

All this map-making
is a lot of buffalo chips.

Can he tell that's a mountain
without looking through his spyglass?

Man, when they gave out
brains in Tennessee,

you must have been
in New Orleans.

What do you see when you
look through that spyglass?

Lots of things. Take a look.

Thanks.

All I see is a soldier on
a rock holding that pole.

That's funny.

I see well engineered roads

going through cities and towns,

mine shafts and smelters
up in the hills.

You're joking?

Not really. Just looking ahead.

That's what this expedition is
for. People who come after us.

What good will that do you?
You won't be around.

I might come back some day
with a white beard and a cane.

Walk through the streets
looking in the store windows.

What for?

Nobody will know you had
anything to do with it.

I'll know.

And that's enough?

Just to know you've done
something for other people?

You make it sound too
unselfish. Nothing heroic about it.

I'm just doing what
I found I like to do

better than anything
else I know.

School's out.

Around those hills by the south end,
Lieutenant.

Let's get moving.

Roll the wagons!

What did you ride off
with Beale for?

Just curious about
this map-making business.

Wondering how he goes about it.

Did you find out?

Yes.

And something else.

What?

I found out why he does it.

I could have told you that.

He's looking for glory,
like all these frontier heroes.

That's where you're wrong.

He's not thinking
of himself at all.

He's doing all this
for other people,

some who haven't
even been born yet.

You expect me to believe that?

No.

There was a time
when you might have.

MAN: Whoa!

What do you make
of it, Tall Tale?

It's got me. Nobody sees the
Apaches before they attack.

Only when.

(SPEAKING NATIVE)

I'd better throw out flankers on both
sides, sir and close up the column.

No, any show of alarm
might encourage an attack.

You're right, boss.

Let's get on to them hills
and pick a spot we can hold.

Give the word.

(SHOUTS)

Well, I reckon we can unlax.

Apaches won't jump
till daybreak.

That is what they said
about the Cheyennes.

But it didn't turn out
that way. I was there.

But these Apaches is different.

You see, they got a special
war god who sleeps all night.

They believe that if he sees
a warrior die while fighting,

he'll take him
straight up to Heaven.

So, they wait till
it's light enough

so Old Sleepy
can see what's going on.

We'll keep a strong
guard anyway.

Just in case Old Sleepy
wakes up early.

No, Clint. It won't work.

Why not?

Why can't people like us
start over again?

Honest, clean.

Because you can't start
a clean life on dirty money.

We couldn't even build a home
on it, that I could live in.

Every plank and nail in it
would be stolen.

Every time the
floor would creak,

I'd jump and look around and
you'd be reaching for a gun.

You grew up in a house
like that, didn't you?

With your old man and Jeb
doing the reaching.

I couldn't do
anything about them.

But I can about us.

Do what?

Talk me into sending
that gold back to the bank?

That'd be a good beginning.

Don't you see, Clint? It's the
only way you'll ever get back

to respecting yourself.

With $20,000 I can buy
all the respect I want.

Not mine.

No, Clint. Don't kiss me.

That's been the answer
too many times.

But it won't be to this.
I won't let it.

If that's the way you feel.

It isn't they way I feel.

But it's the way it's got to be.

Evening, Doc.

Kind of rough on the horse,
keeping him saddled up

every night till you
bed down, isn't it?

Habit, I guess.

I used to get a lot of
night emergency calls.

From your patients
or the Sheriff?

What's on your mind?

Them saddlebags you rest your
head on every night, McDonald.

Mighty valuable pillow.

The name is Stanton.

Ah, no. It's Clint McDonald.

I remember seeing it
on wanted notices,

plastered all over
the territory.

All right, speak your peace.

I'll take half of them
pretty gold pieces, partner.

Half? You're crazy.

Mr. Beale wouldn't think so.

And he'd be right interested
in that lady friend of yours, too.

You made yourself a deal.

But I don't pay off
till the end of the trail.

Suits me fine.

From now on, you and me
gonna be mighty cozy.

Just like brothers.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Caught this varmint
sneaking into the camel line.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

He ain't never seen
a camel before.

But I don't think he
come in for a close look.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

He thinks they're
big medicine, gods.

That's why they
haven't attacked.

I'll take charge of him, sir.

No, he's going back.

He's going back to tell them
the camels are gods.

They have big medicine and
we'll kill any Apache who harms us.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Let him go.

What now, sir?

We'll proceed as planned.

The Apaches have the next move.

The way I figured,
as long as them camels stay whole,

our scalps stay on.

Split up the load,
take the wheels off,

and drag it to the
next camp for firewood.

(CAMEL BRAYING)

(SHOUTING)

Deep break just above the knee.

That's too bad.
You know what to do.

No! No! No! No!

It's the only thing
we can do, Hi Jolly.

No! No! My Akbar. No! No!

Go ahead, Doctor.

Well, that makes one less
to stink up this trip.

You'll laugh out of the other
side of your mouth, mule-skinner,

if them Injuns finds out that
one of our gods is dead.

You're right, Tall Tale. It's
the end of our big medicine.

There's a chance the
Apaches didn't see this.

That high ground
cuts off the view.

Bring out the picks and shovels.

You're gonna be the
chief grave digger, Carroll.

I wasn't hired to
bury no stinking camel.

You were hired to obey orders.

Scout back and see what
those Indians are up to.

Yeah, boss.

I didn't like what I seen, boss.

Well, what was it? Nothing.

No Apaches? Nothing but scenery.

Where they was, they ain't.

And that's the time to
start worrying about.

Could they have
seen what happened?

Not unless they had
some front scouts out.

Well, if they did,
we're in for it.

Better dig that hole deep.

Back to the wagons.
Prepare to roll.

BEALE: The Spaniards called
this stretch the Jornada de la Sed.

The Journey of Thirst.

It makes me thirsty
just to look at it.

It's 100 miles across.

If there's any water on it,
no white man has ever found it.

Now it's the camel's proving ground,
reason for trying them.

They drank this morning and
they'll get no more till we're across.

Well, I hope the
critters drunk deep.

Even an eagle would have to pack a
water jug to get across this hellhole.

I was hoping we'd make contact

with your wagon train
before now.

Don't worry about me.
I'm used to rough going.

Roll them.

Roll the wagons!

There's what's left
of the Army surveyors.

Kit Carson said
we wouldn't get this far.

Apaches? Or they
ran out of water?

Don't make no never mind which.

Either way you get
powerful dead.

(GUN FIRING)

I'm telling you,
I gotta have some water!

What's the trouble here?

My mules are dying. This
buzzard won't give them a drink.

Take the packs off,
put them on the camels.

Well, that won't help them any.

Draw two buckets.
Make sure it goes around.

How's it holding out?

It ain't.

The Apaches cross this desert,
there must be water somewhere.

We'll make camp here.

Tall Tale, Hi Jolly and I are
going out to look for water.

I'm leaving you in
charge of this wagon.

While I'm away,
don't issue more than one cupful to a man.

From the looks of this country,

that's more than
you're gonna find.

This watercourse's been
dry five or six months.

He'll have to dig awful
deep for a water-well.

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

Well, he's only digging
for moist sand.

They do it on the Sahara.

Sometimes there's enough water
in it to save a man's life.

I'm dry enough to try anything!

(GRUNTS)

A Gila monster! Better get
you back to the Doc and quick.

Aren't you gonna pour
hot lead in, Doc?

That's the way the Army does it.

The time the sidewinder got me,

they cut my leg open and
filled it up with whiskey.

I'd do the same thing,
if we had any whiskey.

I have some in my wagon.

My fault, Doc.

Hold his arm.

Is there some way I can help?

This isn't refined
doctoring, ma'am.

Better stay away for a while.

Shame to waste that
drinking whiskey, Doc.

You can have the
rest of it, Tall Tale.

(SPEAKING NATIVE)

BEALE: Doc.

I've seen enough
wounded men to know that.

Tall Tale's arm
has to be amputated.

I told you I wouldn't do that
except as a last resort.

It's come to that, Doctor.

You can't do it, Clint.
You'll kill him!

I've killed before.
When I had to.

Well, not like this.
Not in cold blood.

It's either him or me. I'm not
gonna be kicked out into the desert.

Anything you need?

We'll manage.

(GROANS)

Stop, Clint!

Clint? Clint who?

Clint McDonald.
He's not a doctor.

You could have killed that man
if she hadn't stopped you.

Maybe I could have saved him.

Anyway you never
had a real doctor.

Stanton was a drunken vet.

Get a sack of bran
from the chuck wagon.

Heat it, and keep
poultices on that arm.

As hot as he can stand it.
Yes, sir.

Outside.

Turn around.

Too bad you won't fight that
hard for something decent.

Lieutenant, give him a day's
food rations and a canteen of water.

Get your horse. You're
getting out of this camp.

There's a settlement about 80 miles
southwest of here on the old Spanish Trail.

Well, you sure
look disappointed.

You must love those gold
pieces better than your life.

I love them even
better than yours.

Okay, brother. Let's ride.

I sure appreciate what you've done for me,
Miss Lilly.

Mighty good of you.

You don't have to
thank me, Tall Tale.

I was glad to do it.

From what I hear,

I got you to thank for
saving this wing of mine.

Maybe even my life.

I still can't believe he'd have
gone through with that operation.

I didn't give him a chance
to find out for himself.

You kind of hanker for him,
don't you, Miss Lilly?

Well, I reckon if you feel that
way about him, he can't be all bad.

For your sake,
I kind of wish him luck.

A little bit of it, anyway.

Why don't we hole up
till sundown?

Stop now, we'll never get up.

How about it, partner?

Was half my stake worth
sticking your head in this oven?

Yeah. If I can live to spend it.

I'd give it all
for a full canteen.

(HORSE NEIGHS)

They smell water.
Give them their heads.

You know, partner,
that was a pretty good offer you made.

All of them gold pieces
for a canteen of water.

But I'm making you
a better trade than that.

I'm leaving you
a whole pool of it.

Making sure you live to spend that gold,
aren't you?

Yeah.

Two horses and both canteens.

Now roll onto your gun.

Unhook your belt.

All right. Now fill
up that canteen.

Issue half a cup of water
to each man, Lieutenant.

Hadn't you better get out
of this sun for a while?

It's worse in the wagon.

Out here,
at least you can breathe.

Strange how things work out.

Clint and I tried to use you
to escape from the law.

Now there's no escape
for any of us.

You're quitting too soon.

The High Court hasn't
rendered it's verdict yet.

I'd forgotten there were
people like you in this world.

Forget that part
of your life, Lilly.

There's a new one
waiting for you

on the other side
of those mountains.

We're out of
water too, McDonald,

if that's why you came back.

I came to tell you I
found some. Plenty of it.

Where is it?

South of here, about 30 miles.

Matt Carroll and I
found it together.

We'd figured
he'd gone after you.

What did he want?
That valuable horse of yours?

Both horses and the canteens.

Where is he now?

Lying with his face
in the water hole.

But he isn't drinking.

Why did you come back?
Couldn't be just to help us.

I have my reasons.
And they'll stay mine.

They'll stay yours as long as
they don't hurt anyone else.

Wagons, south!

We're nearly there, Mr. Beale.

Right up in that rock formation.

(GUNS FIRING)

Everybody get into that wash!

Tell them to hold their fire.

Cease fire!

Next time,
they'll hem us in from all sides.

We got to find better cover than this,
boss.

We can't do it without horses.

Your camels are still alive.

Why not hitch them to the
wagons and make a run for it?

We wouldn't get far before
they'd cut us to pieces.

We won't be out there.

Dead men will be
riding those wagons.

The Indians will
be chasing them.

If we lose them
camels and wagons,

we'll never get out
of this desert.

I'll be leading the caravan.

While the Indians are chasing me,
you take the water hole.

I'll circle back and bring
them into your range of fire.

Those camels can't run fast,
or far enough,

for you to get away
from the Indians,

if that's what you're figuring.

I wasn't. I don't blame
you for thinking it.

Okay, McDonald. We'll
take your offer at face value.

Let's get at it fast before
they guess what we're up to.

You men, come with me.

(GUNS FIRING)

Get down!

Head for the waterhole!

I reckon they finished McDonald.

(SPEAKING NATIVE)

They know we tricked them.
Here they come. Get ready.

We haven't got
enough ammunition left

to stop another charge
if they make it.

They'll make it all right.

I reckon we're all in
for a short haircut.

We got to get that
ammunition right up here.

I'm going after it. Cover me.

This ain't job for one man,
boss, I'm going with you.

It's an Army job, too.
I'll go along.

Cover us.

Honey, I've been doing
some thinking

about that house
with the creaky floor.

I'm gonna build it, your way.

Mr. Beale.

In the wagon, you'll find my
saddlebag with $20,000 in gold in it.

Send it back to
the bank at Rio Gordo.

I haven't any more use for it.

You know McDonald, a man
just can't buy his freedom.

I know.

In my book, you've earned yours.

Thanks.

Wagons, west!

That's California ahead.

How can you tell?

Just raise your fingers in
the air and rub them together.

That gritty feeling
between them is gold dust.