All language subtitles for Ride.Lonesome.1959.Criterion.1080p.BluRay.x265.HEVC.FLAC-SARTRE

I hear him.

Morning, Brigade.

Been lookin' to find you, Billy.

I know.
Been seein' your dust for three days.

I figured it better to let you catch up,
have it out and over.

The others, where are they?

Oh, they went on ahead.

I told 'em I'd be along...

after I buried you.

Get on your animal, Billy.
We're goin' back.

Now, you know I can't do that.

It's the only thing you can.

Look, Brigade,
if I was to ride south with you,

there's them that'd see me hang.

You left a dead man in the street
in Santa Cruz.

Was a fair fight.

He was killed from behind,
like the others.

I don't know how much
they're pa yin' you to bring me in,

but it ain't enough.

Not near enough.

I'd hunt you free.

Let's go.

I guess that kinda
makes me out a liar, don't it?

Them boys didn't go ahead.

They're scattered all in them rocks.

There's no way for you to get outta here.

Look, Brigade...

I got no quarrel with you.

Now, if you was to get on your horse
and ride outta here,

I'd forget all about this whole thing.

Now, look.

What's one more bounty to a man like you?

Money's got blood on it.

Billy, we're goin' on back.

You don't understand.

I give the word, you're dead.

Maybe, but before I hit the ground,
I'll blow you half in two.

- You're bluff in'.
- Am I?

Call 'em off, Billy.

Hold your fire, boys! It ain't gonna work!
I knew I should have done it my way.

In the back?

Hey, Charlie!

Charlie!

You all find my brother Frank!

You tell him what's happenin'!

Tell him Ben Brigade's
takin' me to Santa Cruz!

You hear me, Charlie?

Well, you tell him that!
He'll know what to do!

Now, get goin'!

Better put them on tight.

Hop on.

You know my brother Frank, do you?

Heard of him.

Then I guess you know
you ain't gonna get me to Santa Cruz.

Wells Junction.

Ain't nobody out and about.

You don't suppose Frank and the boys
circled high around

and are just sittin' down there waiting,
do you?

Let's go see.

Anybody home?

All right, hold it right there.
Drop the gun.

Better had.

Well, I'll be. Ben Brigade.

Hello, Boone.

Fancy runnin' into you in all this empty.

I saw you come up over that rise.
Couldn't quite make you out.

A man can't be too careful
in this part of the country.

You're a long way from home.

No more than you.

I can go back.

You must be Billy John.

So?

Heard a lot about you.

You ain't near as small
as I thought you'd be.

You figurin' on eta yin' out the night,
or just water and going to Santa Cruz?

Did I say I was goin' to Santa Cruz?

Well, not out in words.

I came through there a while ago back.

Talk had it
that Billy John here killed a man.

Fella knottin' the rope
said it was murder.

- Station man there, where is he?
- He ain't here.

Had some of his animals
loose-herded upon that flat.

Went out this mornin' to gather 'em
before the eastbound come through,

but they beat him to it.

Who's "they"?

Breeds, Mescaleros.
Sunday school teachers, for all I know.

Anyway, he went out lookin' to find 'em.

Left you here to tend the station?

No, not exactly. Whit!

The woman, bring her out here.

Never mind.

Now, you all get your horses
and ride on outta here.

Now, look, lady -

Just do like I say.

Now, lady, that's no way to act.

Why, me and Whit here has been doing
you a service, what with your man away.

Brigade, talk to her.
Tell her we ain't here to harm her.

Why are you here, Boone?

Man needs a reason to ride this country.
You got a reason?

Don't matter. I want you gone, all of you.

Now, ma'am, we can't do that,
just up and ride off.

No tellin' when your man
will find them horses and get back.

Besides, woman ain't safe out here alone.

- She won't be alone.
- No?

No. Westbound's comin'.

They're in a hurry.

Whit, hitch up them animals in the corral.

At least we can make up the team change
for the lady before we go.

I don't need your help.

No, ma'am, you don't.
But the folks on the coach do.

Like as not, they ain't had a meal
hot or square since they left Santa Cruz.

If I were you, I'd look to feed them.

I know what you're thinkin'.

You're thinkin' that me and Whit's
been sittin' here

waitin' for that coach to pull in.

Waitin' to take off the Fargo box
or somethin' pure awful like that.

- Well, you're wrong.
- That right?

Plumb.

Whoa. Whoa.

Mescalero.

Don't come out here!

Nothin' for a woman to see.

What call they got
to do a thing like this?

Murder raid.
That or they wanted the horses.

- Butchers.
- Boone, that dust boil.

Figure they drew off
when they sighted the station?

Looks that way.

Enough of 'em,
they'll try to scald us out before dark.

What are we gonna do?

Only thing we can -
bury the dead and wait.

Wait?

Catch us in the open,
come night, we wouldn't have a chance.

We'll fort up in the station till morning.

What about Billy?

What about him?

Well, them sittin' out there
between you and Santa Cruz

kinda makes the hill
higher to climb, don't it?

We could swing north,
take Billy to Bisbee.

Rope's a rope.

He's going to Santa Cruz.

No matter what.

No matter what.

You ask me, it ain't Christian.

Huh?

Coverin' these folks
without readin' over 'em.

A few ho lies said
over these holes ain't gonna help 'em now.

Yeah.

- Whit.
- Yeah?

- I sure didn't figure it like this.
- What?

Lookit out there.

War signs.

Oh, we got a treaty
with the Mescaleros, ain't we?

Just words on paper, Whit.

Yeah, we been getting along.

I knew a man once.
Got along with his wife.

One day she up and head-shot him.

Dead?

But why?

Got mad.

Mescalero, they're mad.

But we ain't done nothin' to 'em.

We're white.

That's good enough. Come on.

Sam.

Brigade here,
you figure he knows why we're here?

Not yet.

Well, I guess there ain't no way
him findin' out, is there?

- Only one.
- Huh?

I'm gonna tell him.

- Tell him?
- Tonight.

-But, Sam, you -
-And, Whit, if I were you,

I'd hold on to that shovel,

'cause likely as not,
we're gonna be needin' it again soon.

I make it 3:00.

4:00.

- Coffee?
- Thank you.

My husband should have been back by now.

He said he'd keep after
as far as Dry Fork.

If he hadn't picked up the animals
by then, he'd double on back.

That would have put him here before dark.

He likely got cut off.

He wouldn't leave me here alone.

Not if he had a choice.

Meaning you think
something's happened to him?

I didn't say that.

There's any number of reasons
for his not getting back.

Even if he found the horses,

he'd have to loose-herd them
clear here by himself.

Could take him half the night,
maybe longer.

He never should have gone.

You'd have him lose his animals
and not go after them?

Not talkin' about animals.
Talkin' about you.

- Me?
- He left you alone.

I can take care of myself.

- If you were mine, you wouldn't have to.
- Meaning?

Meaning I'd never have brought you here
in the first place.

It's nowhere for a woman.

Running a swing station
is my husband's job, Mr. Brigade.

He should find a better one.

Like bounty hunting, for instance?

You cook good coffee.

-Mr. Brigade -
-You'd better get some sleep, Mrs. Lane.

We'll be leaving first thing come morning.

- Leaving?
- Three days will put us in Santa Cruz.

-But I -
-if your husband's not back,

we'll swing toward Dry Fork,
pick him up on the way.

-Well, I -
-Good night, Mrs. Lane.

Best cookin' I had in a long time.

Mighty handsome woman, Mrs. Lane.

Don't look like they're gonna try us,
does it?

- Brigade?
- Yeah?

You were ea yin'

a man needs a reason
to ride this country, remember?

Well, you were right.

I don't suppose you heard about the poster
they got out on Billy John?

Poster?

Got 'em tacked to near every tree
and stump between here and Rio Bravo.

Claims the territory will grant amnesty
to anybody that brings Billy in.

You know, you won't believe this,

but me and Whit went near a week before
we found out what that word amnesty meant.

A fella sellin' Bibles
over in Santa Cruz told us.

It means the law's willin' to drop any
and all charges it's got against a man.

All he's gotta do
is turn the key on Billy.

Now, I know that ain't the reason
you rode him down,

but, well, that's why me and Whit's
gonna sorta tag along with you.

See, we figured
that when Billy's brother Frank

hears that you're ridin' him in to hang,
he's gonna come killin'.

But if anybody can get Billy
safe to Santa Cruz, it's you.

If I do?

Then there's only one man standin'
between me and startin' life clean over.

Boone,

make doubly sure Whit
keeps that Winchester on Billy John.

We wouldn't wanna lose him, would we?

We sure wouldn't.

Hyah!

Hyah!

Hyah!

Brigade! Brigade!

We can't take those animals along.
They'll slow us down.

But we're responsible -

They'll eat their way
to the next swing stop.

Time comes, you can pick 'em up there.
Cut out that black for you to ride.

Sooner you get on it,
sooner we'll get clear of here.

Don't look like you and Ms. Lane
get along too good.

We'll stay to the stage road to Dry Fork.

- Dry Fork?
- Swing south from there.

That's the long way, ain't it?

Gotta pick up the station man.

Or what's left of him.

Whit's right.
Been alive, that fella'd be back by now.

We're goin' to Dry Fork.

Not right away, we ain't. Look.

What do they want?

They'll get around to it.

What's he doin'?

He wants to talk.

Stay here.

Got a horse. Wants to make a trade.

For what?

You.

He said they'd been seein' you here.

He wants to take you for his squaw.

So what do we do now?

Play along with 'em.

Play along with them?

If we don't, we're apt to stir up
every buck in the country.

Come on.

- Just do like I tell you.
- Brigade.

Can't abide to see a woman's hair hangin'
from a Mescalero war lance.

I sure hope you know what you're doin'.

He'll offer his trade. I'll turn him down.

Then?

Any luck, they'll ride off,
lay out in the hills,

try to figure somehow else
to get you away from us.

I see.

No matter what happens,
don't break down in front of 'em.

You do, they'll take it wrong. Shame 'em.

I don't scare easy, Mr. Brigade.

I hope not.

That tears it.

Looks like you won.

They'll be back.
That is, if they want her bad enough.

I thought you didn't scare, Mrs. Lane.

That was my husband's horse.

Too bad about the woman.

Sure takin' it hard.

I tried to tell her it wasn't
for certain sure her man was dead.

She wouldn't listen.

And the way they treated 'em on the coach,
I don't hardly blame her.

I can't get over the way them Indians
wanted to trade her for a horse.

It'd be me, I'd give a whole herd.

I guess she's just about the best
all-over good-Iookin' woman I ever seen.

- She ain't ugly.
- She sure ain't.

You got a reason for eta yin'
in all this open country?

Seems to me you'd keep a hill
close to your back, considerin'.

The way I see it,
brother Frank can't be too far back.

Talk had him up Val Verde way.

Heard about Billy,
he wouldn't waste any time.

Likely ride out the night.

Do that,
it'd put him behind us even sooner.

Dobe Corral's just over that rise.

We're headin' there.

Oh, I don't think Frank's
gonna come along before -

I'm not talkin' about Frank.
I'm talkin' about Mescaleros.

- Medicine country.
- Oh?

They figure to jump us up,
it'll be somewhere soon.

Think maybe those four
at Wells Junction went for more?

- I know they did.
- Oh, how can you be sure?

'Cause there they are.

Keep movin'.

- You sure Dobe's just over that rise?
- Positive.

Well, ain't we gonna hurry?

Yeah, now.

Hyah!

Move!

Boone!

Pick her up!

Hah!

Kill him!

Sure beats all, don't it?

What a man will put himself through
to get his hands on a woman.

Can't say as I blame 'em though.

Haul their dead to the crest of the hill.

- That hurt you?
- It'll be just fine.

Yes, ma'am. Better get it cleaned up.

There's five horses.
Must have pulled out early this mornin'.

- What we do now, Frank?
- We keep after 'em.

But our animals are near give out.

I said, we keep after 'em. Come on.

This'll keep the chill off.

Well, you could say thanks.

It just don't seem right.

What don't?

Brigade wantin' to stay the night here.

It seems he'd be in more of a hurry
to move on, get to Santa Cruz.

- Well, maybe he figures 'em Mescalero.
- No, it ain't that.

Somethin' else.

What?

I know it sounds crazy,

but I think maybe
he wants Frank to catch up.

To catch up?

The way he's been sticking
to open country,

staying to the flats
instead of the ridges.

Seemin' not to care whether or not
he's being followed or not.

But wh-why would he want
a fool thing like that?

I don't know.

It could be he figures -

figures it'd make it
just that much harder on us.

- On us?
- Well, now, we're ridin' with him.

Now, Frank might not hold
too kindly to that.

Could get us killed.

I never thought about that.

One way or the other, Brigade's
gotta face it out, and he knows it.

Well, maybe we should ought to
forget about the whole thing.

We can ride away alive.

No, we can't do that.

-But if Frank's gonna come down here -
-You ever been up north of Socorro, Whit?

Some.

Got me a place up there.

-Ain't mu -
-You got a place?

Ain't much. Not yet, it ain't.

Got my herd to build,
wire to stretch and such.

Only trouble is,

I ride back there,
there's them that'll see me hang.

Unless, of course,
the territory was to drop the charge.

Oh, that-that word, uh...

- Amnesty.
- Amnesty.

So we get ol' Billy boy
back to Santa Cruz, and we got it.

We're just that close - that close

to never, never havin'
to look over your shoulder again

and sleep with a gun in your hand.

Goin' off dead inside
when you see a man wearing tin on him.

Oh, we just come too far, Whit.

We can't turn back now.

We just plain can't.

Will he be all right?

Could get him on his feet, he would.
Leg isn't broken.

- He can't get up?
- Can. Won't.

Got it in his head he's down for good.

Hurts him to stand. Won't even try.

There's nothing you can do?

Stay with him.
Let him know he's not alone.

Mr. Brigade, I...

I'm sorry about everything.
I know I'm a lot of trouble.

You - You took an awful chance out there.

Seemed like a good idea.

Hi, boy.

I guess I always knew.

Knew?

That it would end like this.

My husband didn't want me
to come out here.

Put in for a transfer the day we took over
the swing stop at the junction

for a town job.

Every month,
it was supposed to come through.

It never did.

I tried to tell myself it didn't matter,
that my place was with him.

But I found myself watching for coaches
and hoping.

He must have noticed.

He asked me to go on to Bisbee
and wait for him.

Said I'd be safe there.

As much as I wanted to, I couldn't do it.

I couldn't leave him alone.

He was a good man.

Yes, ma'am, he'd have to be.

They...

They told me why
you're taking the boy to Santa Cruz.

Did they?

- They'll hang him, won't they?
- Yes, ma'am.

He's so young.

He killed a man.

It-It doesn't bother you?

- Bringing him in, I mean.
- No, ma'am.

You just don't seem like the kind
that would hunt a man for money.

I am.

Good night, Mr. Brigade.

Mrs. Lane.

I made a place for you inside the wall.
You'll be safe there to sleep.

Thank you.

Good night.

She's sure something, ain't she?

Said she was married to that station fella
near a year.

Can you imagine
havin' her around all that time?

All them days...

nights.

Just thinkin' on it
gives me a way-down shiver.

Wonder what she'll do now
she's without a man.

Find another.

But if she loved that fella hard enough,

she'd stay a widow, wouldn't she?

Ain't the kind. Not her.

Some are. Some can get along without.

But not her.

She's the kind that's got a need.

Deep, lonely need only a man can get at.

How do you know?

Seen it in her eyes, Whit.

In her eyes.

Brigade's still tr yin'
to get that animal up, is he?

Yeah. Was at it all night.

Ah, why don't he shoot him
and just get it over with?

Said he wanted to wait.

Claims animals is like people.

Feel the mornin' sun on 'em,
it makes 'em forget all the hurt they got.

Makes 'em want to start over.

Well, there are sure times he doesn't act
like a man that makes his way killin'.

Mrs. Lane.

Could I have a word?

Somethin' you ought to know.

My brother, Frank,
he'll be along 'most any time now.

Won't anywhere be safe once he gets here.

And you bein' a woman and all,

I'd sure hate to see
anything happen to you.

Is that all?

Oh, no, uh - No, ma'am, um -

What I was thinkin' was,

I'd sure see to it that Frank made it
right by you if you was to help me.

- Help you?
- Yes, ma'am, yeah.

I've been watching Brigade
ever since the junction.

Way he looks at you, kinda hungry.

You shouldn't have any trouble at all
getting yourself close against him.

Close enough to help me get safe away.

I don't understand.

Oh, come on. Sure you do.

She said she didn't.

Well, you can't blame a man for tr yin'.

This what you wanted her
to get for you, Billy?

Sure could use it.

We're movin' out.

I'll be riding your dun.

- Oh, what am I supposed to do?
- Walk.

I don't think so.

You-You let me go.

You don't, I swear I'll cut you in two.

No, you won't, Billy boy.

Not unless you jacked that saddle gun.

That's my Winchester you've got.
You pump a round into it, did you?

'Cause if you didn't,

you got a hammer
hanging over an empty chamber.

I shot myself in the leg once, ridin'.

Never carried it around
under the pin since.

You're lyin'.

There's one way to find out.

Pull the trigger.

That's if you think you have time to jack
that gun before I blow your brains out.

Now, go ahead, Billy, pull.

Or ain't you used to killing a man
from the front?

Now, you just put it down, Billy boy.

No.

I said, drop it.

I could have swore.

Looks like we don't have to
shoot him either.

Oh, dear.

The woman, she's fallin' behind.

- Oh, Boone, uh, back there...
- Yeah?

Thanks for gettin' that gun
outta my middle.

Oh, I couldn't let him do you
without a chance.

Why? You'd have had Billy.

Never would've enjoyed bein' a free man
done you that way.

Thought maybe you was afraid you might
need me, was Frank to catch up.

- Crossed my mind.
- Figured it did.

Top of that hump, we'll be in Santa Cruz.

"We"?

Look, Brigade,

you and me goin' against each other,
it just ain't right.

- Huh?
- Now, I said to Whit more than once -

I said I'd give most anything if we could
work out something short of killin'.

Such as?

Well, them dollars
they're givin' you to bring Billy in.

I'll match 'em, double if you say.

Take me a while, but I'll get it.

How? Stoppin' coaches? Killin'?

- Well, that's all over with.
- Is it?

Gotta be.

A man gets halfway,
he ought to have somethin' of his own.

- Somethin' to belong to, be proud of.
- They say that.

I've got me a place.

Gonna run beef. Work the ground.

Be able to walk down the street
like anybody.

All I need is Billy.

I set out to take him to Santa Cruz.
I full intend to do it.

Well, I just wanted you
to know how it was.

Way I look at it,

it ain't near as hard for a man
if he knows why he's gonna die.

Stayed here the night.

Can't be more than a half day ahead.

That'd put 'em in Santa Cruz by mornin'.

It could, but it won't.

Huh?

Should have known all along.

Brigade knows we're after him.

But he's still takin' his time,
movin' in the clear.

He's not covering his tracks.

It's been plain from the first,
so plain I couldn't see it.

But I don't follow.

It ain't Billy he wants. It's me.

But Billy's the one
with the bounty on him.

It ain't the money Brigade wants.

Not the money at all.

I did him a hurt once.

Long ago.

So long, I almost forgot.

And all the time I was thinking that was
why he was taking Billy in to hang.

To get even.

That isn't it.

He knew I'd come after him.

He wants me to catch up.

And I think I know where.

Let's let the boys rest their horses.
There's no hurry.

He'll be waitin'.

Hang tree.

Well, you can be glad
it ain't long ago, Billy boy.

It was, like as not, Brigade here'd hang
you over that jury limb and have it over.

Gone dead now, but in its time,
more than one danced their last on that.

Ain't that right, Brigade?

-Brigade -
-I heard you.

And come to think of it,
you strung a few there yourself.

You talk too much.

We'll night at the riverbed.

Ooh, touchy, touchy.

Quit it.

Well, it's something to do.

I said, quit it.

Don't you ever get tired
of holding that gun on me?

It won't be long now.
I'll have you in Santa Cruz come morning.

Brigade, he figures
to split the bounty with you, does he?

Nope.

Then why are you helpin' him?

Ain't.

Well, you're holding a gun.

Well, I got a reason.

Such as what?

Amnesty.

Amnesty?

Some word, ain't it?

What's it mean?

Free.

Free?

That's what we'll go
as soon as we get you to Cruz,

me and Boone.

You see, we ain't always seen
eye to eye to the law.

If we get you next to a rope,
it'll make us even.

We can start over.

-Boone's got a place -
-Hey, did you...

You mean, they'd do that?

Just for bringing me in to hang?

We got a poster on it.

I guess that kinda
gives me a worth, don't it?

To us, it does.

What about Brigade?

What about him?

Well, he's the one that caught me.

I don't figure he's gonna hold kind
to you takin' me away from him.

I thought about that.

I thought about that a lot.

Really don't matter.

You ain't gonna get me
to Santa Cruz anyway.

If Frank is a-comin',
he'd have been here by now.

Maybe.

Shame about that woman.

Huh?

Goin' to be a lot of killin',
Frank gets here.

Not knowing she's along,
you can't tell what's-what's gonna happen.

Frank wouldn't shoot a woman, would he?

Not only Frank.

There's the boys.

I never thought about that.

Well, Whit...

Whit, uh, why don't you let
the hammer down nice and easy on that gun,

and the two of us,
we ride right on out of here?

Yeah.

You wouldn't want to see a woman
all shot up and dead, now, would ya?

- Well, no.
- Well, then.

Well, then what, Billy?

Oh, dang! You're everyplace, ain't ya?

He was trying to talk me out of my gun.

Uh-huh.

Where's Mrs. Lane?

Down there by the riverbank.

He tries to talk
that gun away from you again,

let him have it.

Yeah.

Didn't mean to startle you.

I couldn't sleep.

I'm glad.

We'll be in Santa Cruz tomorrow, won't we?

If we get an early start,
we should noon there.

No trouble at all.

And what then, Mrs. Lane?

Uh, for you, I mean?

I don't know. I'm not sure.

This country's nowhere for a woman
without she's got a man.

I'd...

I'd be obliged to look after you.

I can manage.

Yes, ma'am, I'm pure sure of that. I...

First I saw you at the junction,
I said to Whit,

"There's a woman
who can take care of herself."

I saw it in your face.

The way you hold your head.

The way you walk.

All over proud of being a woman.

Not afraid to let a man look at you,

think what he wants,

burn inside to put his arms around you.

Not like some I know.

Always actin' like it's Sunday.

Thinkin' every man looks at 'em wants 'em.

No, sir.

Man had you, Mrs. Lane...

he'd never know a black, lonesome night.

Good night, Mr. Boone.

Mrs. Lane.

If you're counting on Brigade
bein' any help to you,

better had forget it.

He won't be going
all the way to Santa Cruz.

I gotta kill him.

Hang tree.

So that's what they call it.

Mr. Brigade, I try very hard,

but there's some things
I just don't understand.

Back at Dobe,
when Billy had that gun on you,

- Boone saved your life, didn't he?
- Yes, ma'am.

Then why would he want to kill you now?

He told you that?

Yes.

Why?

He wants Billy.

Billy?

You mean you'd kill each other for bounty?

Like two dogs fighting over a bone.

- You could say that.
- I see.

No, ma'am, you don't.

It's not Billy I want or any of the others
I've had to ride down to make my way.

Only one man I'm after.

And how much bounty will he bring?

Enough to see you through
to your next dead man?

Mrs. Lane.

Long ago back,
I was the sheriff of Santa Cruz.

Rode Billy's brother Frank in for murder.

The jury found him part guilty,
sent him to Yuma.

Swore he got out, he'd get even.

He was young, wild.

I had a wife
looked a lot like you, Mrs. Lane.

She wanted me to turn and run,
keep runnin'.

Pleaded with me. I...

I couldn't do it.

Word came that Frank was out.

I waited for him in the street.
He didn't come.

When I got home, my -

my wife had gone.

Frank had been there.

Taken her. Brought her here.

Here?

Yes, ma'am.

He hung her.

- Whit.
- Yeah?

You get up on that rise.

When you see any dust,
high end it back here.

- Sam.
- Yeah?

When are we gonna do Brigade?

Soon.

You know, I been thinkin'.

He ain't a man you can go straight at.

Now, me and you,
we're gonna have to figure a plan.

Find some way to get him between us.

Can't kill a man like Brigade from behind.

We could stand off.

I don't hold to ending a man
with a long gun.

Don't worry, Whit.

Time comes, I'll take care of him.

Hope so.

Hate to see you lose your place
up Socorro way.

I'm mighty proud to work for you.

Work for me?

I plowed when I was young.

I ain't much with chickens, but-but I -
I can slop pigs with the best of 'em.

Whit, how long you and me
been ridin' together?

- About two years.
- More like five.

So?

So you ain't gonna be workin' for me.

You're going to be a partner.

Partner?

Right down the middle.

Oh, how come?

'Cause I like you, Whit.

Well, I never knew that.

Now get up on that rise.

Yes, sir.

I'd like to say it again, Mrs. Lane.

I'd be obliged to look after you.

I could help you bury Brigade
and live happy ever after, is that it?

There's some things
a man just can't ride around.

Ben!

Frank's comin'!

- How far back?
- A mile. Maybe less.

I seen him from top of the rim.

We cut and run, or don't we?

This is as far as I go for now.

Figured it was.

Whit, look after Mrs. Lane.

Should have known it
when you wouldn't swing north to Bisbee.

Been Frank all along.

-I'm gonna tell you -
-Shut up.

-You wait -
-I said, shut up!

Last night I heard you tell Mrs. Lane
why you'd been huntin' to find Frank.

So?

So Billy can wait.

Me and Whit
will be covering you in the brush.

Look, Boone,

this won't change anything.

Never figured it would.

- Get up on your animal, Billy.
- But I-I-I...

Do like I tell you.

Look, Brigade,

now, you know you ain't got a chance.

One.

Huh?

You.

Now, what are you gonna do?

That's up to Frank.

Stay here.

That's close enough.

Fixin' to have a little hangin', I see.

Thought that tree
would be dead and down by now.

Cut him loose.

Look, Brigade, you're standin' alone.

I wouldn't count on it.

He's got two Winchesters
behind him, Frank!

That so?

So what do we do now?

Sit there and watch your brother hang.

You don't mean that.

Don't I?

- He's only a boy.
- He's as old as his gun.

It's me you're after, Brigade.

You got no quarrel with Billy.

What quarrel did you have with her?

That was a long time ago. I almost forgot.

A man can do that.

Don't let him do it, Frank.

I done you enough, Brigade.
Don't make me kill you.

Brigade, I can't let you do that.

Stop me.

Any shootin', and that horse
will go right out from under Billy.

His neck don't snap,
you can cut him down in time.

That is, if you're alive.

Don't leave a man much choice, do you?

I thought for a minute there
you were gonna let him swing.

So did I.

Brigade.

I don't suppose there's any way
of getting Billy from you,

aside from goin' over you.

Come and get him.

Better get Whit to catch up Billy's horse,
unless you want him to walk to Santa Cruz.

You mean, I can have him?

Take him. I got no more use for him.

Well, you heard what he said, Whit.
Get them horses!

Yes, sir.

Funny, ain't it?

How a thing can seem one way and then
turn out altogether somethin' else.

Boone,

you said you wanted to start over.

I hope so.

'Cause you don't,
I'll be the one comes lookin' to find you.

I'll remember that.

Good luck.

Mr. Brigade,
will you be going on to Santa Cruz?

No, ma'am.

I think I understand.

Yes, ma'am, I figured you would.

Goodbye, Mr. Brigade.

Mrs. Lane.

Well, that figures.