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Good morning!
Man about 50 come into town,
wears glasses, maybe buckskins,
probably smells like a Mescalero wakey up.
May fifth 1864 you were with Lee.
Yes sir.
We almost turned the war that day.
Thought I had killed you.
♪ Johnny Yuma was a rebel ♪
♪ He roamed through the west ♪
♪ Did Johnny Yuma, the Rebel ♪
♪ He wandered alone ♪
♪ Johnny Yuma ♪
Save it, stay still.
You were brave alright.
My but you were brave.
Sitting up on that big horse of yours
with a five shot cavalry pistol in each hand
mowing down the foot soldiers carrying single shot muskets
that were 25 years old.
Cutting 'em down like they were rows of wheat.
It was a hard war mister.
But I never saw you before in my life.
First a brother, now a son.
I didn't wanna kill him.
This place you live in is a fly spec
at the edge of the world.
Whatever it is, it belongs to me and mine
and you live by the sufferance of me and mine.
Campbell for Campbelltown.
Who holds out his hand to this man I will kill.
We have to live here mister.
I'm sorry for ya sweetie.
Do you believe I can understand railroad code?
Whatever you say mister.
Yes sir.
When does the train get here from Yarburg?
About four this afternoon.
That late?
It's got a two hour layover in Millburry,
take on a load of freight.
How long by horse?
It's eight a.m. now around noon.
Alright, write this down.
Uncle John Sims care of Yarburg station master.
Am in Campbelltown, am hurt, need help.
But don't come in like Jeb Stewart, Johnny.
Did you really kill George Campbell's brother in the war?
Send it.
Then you're taking me to a doctor.
What do you want here old timer?
Why?
Just answer him old man.
I wanna catch a train.
Catch a train huh?
Say what do you do?
A drummer.
A drummer?
Well you sure don't look like one.
You don't smell like one either.
Where can I sleep?
Oh down at the saloon maybe.
Yeah, I want a room.
You come from the west?
Yeah.
The two men at the jerkwater let you past?
That's right.
Five dollars for the night.
Hey, where's the boy with the rebel cap?
Where is he?
At the doctor's house.
The tan house, across the street.
Thank you.
Thanks mister.
Doc Raydon.
Thanks doc.
That fella isn't a very good shot is he uncle John?
All I wanted to do was go fishing.
Today I saw my godfather John Sims
for the first time in almost a year.
Yeah.
Are you sure that train is gonna be in around four?
Huh, would you say?
4:10 yes sir, it should be.
Mr. Sims, I sure would like to get outta here.
The jerkwater.
Lousy jerkwater like this.
All of God's creation to die in.
Forest, plains, rivers, virgin earth no white man ever
walked on and I gotta pick a place like this to die.
Now are you gonna get back
or I have to kick you there?
Now move.
Just dandy, just dandy.
Well you deserve to feel like you got a belly full
of sour apples buck o' boy,
hopping around the way you've been.
Now are you gonna close your eyes and try to sleep?
No sir.
No sir.
Your uncle's right son.
I'm no uncle of his and I never was.
No but you're still mean enough to be.
Hippity hoping around.
Hey doc you got a bible here?
Yeah.
Saint James version?
Yes it is.
Would it inconvenience you were I to borrow it?
No, not at all.
Where's your uncle John?
Left mine on the horse.
Poor devil he must be getting pretty hungry.
Let's see here.
Not that.
Uncle John.
Well I didn't know what shape you was in.
Mr. Sims.
Yes?
They might try to burn you out.
Yes.
Well sir, I'd like to leave now.
That there Campbell fella may have a notion
that you were siding with us out of pure Christian kindness.
You still wanna go?
No sir.
Maybe you go try to find an old newspaper to read,
And how many tried to kill me?
Well is Campbell's brother one of them do you think?
Well it's gonna be a sad thing to die for if he wasn't.
I'm scared.
I'm scared to death.
You're cold that's all.
It's a cold country.
Well...
I shouldn't have asked you for your help uncle John.
How many extras do you want?
Two'll be plenty.
Alright.
Now, you want me to tie that to your arm?
No sir I might wanna let go.
Here.
Did you pray?
Yes sir.
Good, the good book says the prayer of a sinner
finds more favor in heaven than that of a dozen just...
Doc Ray come over to the window.
We won't shoot at ya.
Tell the others in there what you see.
They're gonna burn us out.
We got no quarrel with you doc or you Dainer.
Thank heaven.
Go ahead doc, you can't do any good staying.
Maybe I can talk to 'em.
And you old man, we'll let you mount up
and ride outta town if you elect to.
Come on out!
It's cold out boy.
That's right uncle John.
So, alright.
Well I'll see you buck o' boy.
Yes sir.
I remember your face.
I remember your face.
10 minutes early.
All I wanted to do was catch some fish.
So did I, Uncle John.
So did I.
♪ Johnny Yuma was a rebel ♪
♪ He roamed through the West ♪
♪ Did Johnny Yuma, the Rebel ♪
♪ He wandered alone ♪
♪ He got fightin' mad, this rebel lad ♪
♪ He packed no star as he wandered far ♪
♪ Where the only law was a hook and a draw ♪
♪ The Rebel ♪ ♪ Away ♪
♪ Johnny Yuma ♪ ♪ Away rode the Rebel ♪
♪ He searched the land, this restless lad ♪
♪ He was panther quick and leather tough ♪
♪ And he figured that he had been pushed enough ♪
♪ The Rebel ♪
♪ Johnny Yuma ♪
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