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��� �� ������������ �������� ��� ������� ����� ��� �� ������� ��� ����� �����, Gus.
He's the captain.
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Do you see a campfire? You see any coffee, sir?
No, ��� ��� ��� ��� �������� �����, ��������������.
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Let's go.
I consider you a lucky man, Woodrow.
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Augustus!
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That's him, gentlemen! That's Buffalo Hump.
Bible and sword.
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I expect it's his son, Blue Duck.
He has a Mexican look about him. �� ��� ������ �� ����� ����� ����������.
He just looked right at me.
Let me look.
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����� ����������, ����� McCrae,
and fighting men need other fighting men to fight.
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Why, Miss Tilton. So good to see you.
And you too, Miss Forsythe.
Mother? This is Miss Maggie Tilton.
Maggie, this is my mother.
Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Forsythe.
Why, and you, Miss Tilton.
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What do you think?
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I wish we were sisters.
Oh, Miss Forsythe!
Thank you.
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Well, I mean it!
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������, ����� staffordshire!
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Good day, Miss Forsythe.
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Miss Tilton...
I'd be pleased if you'd call me Clara.
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I'd like to high-tail it back to Austin and see Clara.
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That's my thinking.
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Yeah.
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He ain't a rascal. He's our scout.
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������ �� �������� ����� �������, gus.
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Shut up.
Where's Captain off to in such a hurry?
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- Any meat left? - Yes.
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Come on, men.
Ain't you comin'?
No. I'm going to see my grandmother.
She's old.
She may want to tell me a few more stories before she dies.
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Kicking Wolf is the best horse thief in the world.
Is Big Horse Scull the best captain in the world?
Drag him back, Corporal Pea. He'll scorch his shoe leather.
Come on, Bill. Come on.
Are you... yeah, yeah, yeah!
You know, I was raised 'midst trees and brush.
Never expected I'd be in no place that was this empty.
It ain't empty.
There's plenty of Comanche down there in that big canyon we just left.
Did our illustrious tracker Famous Shoes
allow as to when he might come back?
He went to visit his grandmother.
Well, he is a man of genius.
I could barely track a mastodon, myself.
Not a big talker, but...
no point in crowding genius too close.
Captain! It's Jimmy. He ain't drawing his breath no more.
He was acting poorly yesterday,
but then Jimmy always liked to complain.
Well, there's no remedy for mortality.
It'll take a good, strong pick to hack out a grave in ground this frozen.
If only we were in Brazil,
we could do with James what we did with my cousin Willy,
who succumbed to the bite of the fer-de-lance,
deadliest snake in the world.
Cousin Willy was a biologist...
Here we go. Captain's about to have a word-fit.
And it happens that they had what's called
an undertaker beetle down there in Brazil.
Willy wanted to go back
into the food chain the fastest way possible,
so we laid him out naked,
and immediately, the beetles went to work.
The next day, Cousin Willy was part of the food chain again,
- just as he wished. - Buried by bugs?
Not me, Captain. I doubt if I'd ever get to heaven
without someone to say the Scriptures over me
with just a durn bunch of beetles for undertakers.
Well, to each his very own, Mr. Coleman.
Cousin Willy was of an agnostical bent.
He didn't believe in heaven, but he did believe in bugs.
Mr. Pea?
Here, I'll make you a better fire.
Here, sit close.
It ain't much, but it'll warm you better than the big fire.
Much obliged.
You're welcome, sir.
You don't need to be "sirring" me, Deets.
I'm just plain me.
Maybe I'll just call you Mr. Pea. How's that sound?
How come you did not go with the captain, Jake?
Captain wanted me to stay here in Austin.
Gotta take care of the place till he gets back.
But he said I can go next time.
Felice, what happened to you?
The missus.
The missus?
What, did you drop a plate? Did you sass Madame Scull?
I didn't sass her. I didn't drop no plate.
If you don't hurry with that buttermilk, Felice...
you'll get the quirting of your life.
Don't interfere with our slaves, Spoon.
Madame would like to see you upstairs, and you're late as it is.
What am I late for?
If the madame says you're late, you are late.
She wants help with the drapes. Now go!
Scat, you old possum!
Butler said you needed help with your drapes?
I suppose he meant...
I wanted you to undrape me.
What, ma'am?
"'Come into my parlor, ' said the spider to the fly."
Well...
What, uh, ma'am, uh...
Don't stutter, Jakey.
Such lovely hair.
Ought to win you many female hearts.
Come a little closer so I can see your dimples better.
I was just, uh, supposed to trim the mule's feet this afternoon.
I can't allow it.
Not today.
I should really...
Mrs. Scull...
I'd better...
Ah, there's our fine tracker.
He may be a fine tracker, but I fail to see that he's ours.
Mostly seems to track for himself.
Well, that's just research, Mr. McCrae.
The man is said to know every creek
in between the Rio Grande and the Columbia River Gorge.
Takes a lot of private tracking to build that much knowledge.
I was in Buffalo Hump's camp.
His son Blue Duck took me prisoner for a while,
but Buffalo Hump won't let anyone kill me.
Well, that's new. Why not?
I helped his grandmother with her dying.
Kicking Wolf is following you.
Three Birds is with him.
Well, that's original.
First we follow him, then he follows us.
If it's just two of 'em, let's go kill 'em.
At least they'll stop this horse stealing for a while.
You can't catch them. They have better horses than you.
If you try to chase them, they'll lead you so far away,
you'll starve before you can find your way back.
I've been out there before, and I didn't starve.
Here, now, men, I won't send you out
chasing a phantom in country this spare.
We'll post a double guard tonight.
Let's move.
Sheer, absolute genius.
Stealing horses is one thing,
but stealing Hector... that's absolute genius!
It's still just a horse thief stealing a horse.
We ought to be chasing 'em instead of standing around.
We've been chasing him for ten years and ain't caught him yet.
I'd like to see you go into Buffalo Hump's camp
- and steal one of his horses. - I don't claim to be a horse thief,
and we can't catch 'em 'cause we stop to sleep at night and he don't.
What is "genius," anyway?
I guess the captain's a genius. You ought to ask him.
A genius is somebody with six toes on one foot.
Well, I mean, that's what I heard, anyway.
A genius ain't got no warts.
Well, in that case, lkey, I'm a genius.
I'm rarely troubled with warts.
I hear a genius is desperate smart.
He's right. I met one once up in St. Louis,
and he could spell words backwards,
and even say numbers backwards, too.
If you spell backwards, you wouldn't have much of a word.
Pig.
I wish we had us a good ol' fat pig.
All right, now, Lee, no one was discussing swine.
No one was discussing much of anything,
and Lee's got as much right to talk as you have.
Captain's coming. We'll soon have our orders.
Firearms.
Slicker. Slicker?
Need to be traveling light.
- Sir? - Thank you.
A man should be able to go
from Cape Cod to California with no more gear than this,
and if he can't, he deserves to die where he drops, I say.
Sir, the Comanches know where we are.
- You'll get scalped for sure. - Or freeze to death.
With all respect, Captain, why would you strike out on foot?
The tragedy of man, gentlemen,
is not death or epidemic or lust or rage
or even scalping, Mr. Call.
No, sir, the tragedy of man is boredom.
Boredom!
A man can only do a thing so many times with spirit,
and then no matter how lively, the sport becomes a bore.
I love cards and whoring,
but even cards and whoring after a while become boresome.
You can tup your wife a thousand times, and that becomes tedious, too.
Sir, I don't see what this has to do with you leaving us.
Well, opportunity, Mr. Call.
Opportunity and adversity are kissing cousins.
So we'll be leaving you, now, gentlemen.
Famous Shoes is going to teach me how to track while he follows my horse.
But Captain, what about us?
What could be simpler? Go home.
Mr. McCrae, Mr. Call, I'm making you co-commanders.
See these fine gentlemen get home to Austin,
and see that they get paid right away.
So we're just to go home, then?
Yes, home.
If you encounter any rank bandits along the way, hang them.
Otherwise, report to the governor and get drunk till I show up.
What do we tell Mrs. Scull?
Oh, Inez is my problem, not yours.
If I were you, I'd just try to avoid her.
Sir, I'd be worried if I was her and you disappeared.
Well, that shows how little you know of marital affairs, Captain McCrae.
Inez won't be worried, she'll just be mad.
We're captains now, Woodrow.
Yeah, I reckon.
If I wasn't awake, I'd think I was asleep.
I'd think I was in a dream.
It ain't a dream, you fool.
Now, don't you be bossing me too hard today, Gus.
I need a day or two to adjust to the notion that you're a captain.
I order you to shut up about it.
Woodrow's captain, too.
He's gonna be a lot harder boss once he gets the hang of the job.
Get the hang of it?
Survivin's the hang of it, Augustus.
- Bill, no more. To wrestle with an Indian
than to reason with you!
Which way you think we oughta go?
Well, aren't you gonna say somethin'?
You been yapping ever since I known you. Why dry up?
Where do you think we oughta go if you know so much?
I've been taking orders the whole time I've been a ranger.
Why would I know any more than you do?
Because you're a studier, Woodrow.
You been reading in that book about Napoleon for years now.
Me, I'm mainly just a whorer.
What made the captain decide to make them two in charge!
They'd both argue with a stump if the stump could talk.
Sure don't seem like the sensible thing to do, Bill.
One of 'em says yes, the other says no.
Well, captains oughta stay with their troops.
If Gus and Call decided to leave us, we'd be lost for sure.
All right. I favor trying for the Red River.
If we go west, we end up eating the horses.
Got those extra mules... I say we eat the mules if we have to
and make for the Red.
There's settlements along the Red and plentiful game, too.
Red was my thinkin', too.
Oh, is it, now.
Boys are depending on us.
Gotta keep our heads and do it right.
I just hope we don't run into a big band of Comanches.
They'd finish us for sure.
Yeah.
So, the Red River it is, Captain McCrae.
Let's get going, Captain Call.
No, not today, you don't.
Mind your words, Ben. Let me pass.
No! Not today and not tomorrow and not the next day
and not the next week and not the next month. Not ever.
I've been coming here every day for three weeks.
What's wrong with today?
There's nothing wrong with today, just be gone.
I'll be calling the sheriff on you if you don't,
and he'll know what to do with a common lout like you.
Yeah, all right, then.
There ain't no need to call the sheriff.
Why, thanks, Felice.
You're the only one who don't hate me around here, looks like.
I thought I instructed my butler to run you off.
How come you're not gone? Ben.
I was resting a minute.
Get off my step. I don't want you 'round here any more. Ben!
And you stay away from that yellow wench.
I don't want any little irregularities with my help.
I thought you liked me.
Like you? I've stooped to many follies in my life,
but I doubt I'd allow myself to like a common farm boy
such as yourself.
It was your hair, Jakey, your thick, lovely hair.
I suppose I found it briefly appealing,
but now it's gone, and that is that.
Mr. Spoon.
You call Woodrow Call "Woodrow."
Why won't you call me Jake?
Look, I got money.
All right, I ain't a cheat.
What are you standing over there for?
I'm ready.
Hey, I'm a ranger, too.
Just like Call. You're still a whore, ain't you?
Then get over here.
Can I ask you to take off your boots, Jake?
They've been in some mud.
Could you... could you just help me?
'Fraid we won't have enough coffee left to make the rest of the trip home.
Sure don't hope so. I love coffee.
Somethin's burning.
Captain, over here!
Oh, Lord. He's just a young'un.
Be watchful, boys. They may still be close.
They are close.
There.
See that dust? That's our villains.
Killed the granddad and the boy 'cause they couldn't keep up.
They took the women.
You're, uh...
you're... you're... you're safe now, ma'am.
We need to go. There could be 40 more not far away.
Or 400 more.
My John.
He won't have me no more.
I'll run and catch her, see if I can talk her back.
She's right, you know.
What do you mean, Bill?
Comanches have had her.
Her husband won't want her no more.
It's worse than that, Pete. Nobody will want her.
Missus! Missus.
Listen, missus.
No, I can't go back. I can't.
You gotta go back, miss. The little girls need you.
It's all right, missus.
It's all right.
Come on, let's go back now. Let's go back now.
Hector leaves a damn large track.
Kicking Wolf and Three Birds are walking towards Mexico.
If he has taken the Buffalo Horse to Ahumado,
he hopes to go home with some new wives.
I'd say he's taking a big risk if he thinks
he can work a simple trade with that crafty Mayan.
Back in Boston, a saddle of antelope
is considered to be a great delicacy.
Of course, it's a rare delicacy, too, there being very few pronghorns
in the region of Boston Town.
You walk fast for a white man.
I can walk off and leave most white men.
Do you know this Ahumado,
also called the Black Vaquero?
No one knows Ahumado.
When he was born, the poison leaf was put under his tongue.
Because of that, he can do nothing but evil.
Evil is correct.
He attacked them in that slaver's den of his.
In the Yellow Cliffs once, he shot Hector and got away.
It rankles me still.
You remember that slick Comanche, the expert horse thief,
the one who traded you horses for women...
why is that boy yellin' so?
He let the cougar get one of my foals.
I don't raise horses for cougars to eat.
Goyeto's working on him.
The Comanche?
He has stolen the Buffalo Horse from Scull.
I think he's bringing him here, and that ain't the best of it.
The best of it is that Scull's following him on foot.
He's got that Kickapoo tracker with him.
He wants his horse back, I reckon.
Is anyone alive in the cages now?
I ain't checked today, but, uh, I doubt it.
Scull tried to kill me once and failed.
I tried to kill him...
and failed.
Didn't expect him to come back.
- It's the Rangers. - Yeah, comin' in.
- Looky there. - Look, they're ridin' in now.
Look, children.
A blonde woman...
- Land sakes. - Children?
Billy? Billy! Bill!
What a sight!
Jake, come get this horse for me, buddy.
Oh, Pearlie, Pearlie, Pearlie.
Oh, Billy, thank God you're safe.
Oh, my darling.
Oh, I could squeeze you in two.
Where's Captain Scull? Was he killed?
Not that we know of. He's chasing a horse thief.
Don't be tagging us, now, Jake. I've urgent business to attend to.
Urgent business?
Hello, Mr. Forsythe.
Twenty-four...
You haven't seen Clara anywhere?
Twenty-five...
She ain't sick, is she?
I'm trying to count these gloves. It takes concentration.
- Sorry, sir. - Twenty-seven.
Traveled nearly to the North Pole and back.
Twenty-eight.
Anxious to see Clara.
Twenty-nine.
Thirty.
She ain't sick, is she?
My daughter's never been sick a day in her life.
She's as healthy as a horse. She's out.
- Out? - Out!
That's the opposite of in, Mr. McCrae. She's gone. She ain't here.
Thirty-one.
Thirty-two.
Running errands, I reckon.
Well, I gotta report to the governor, sir.
Thirty-six.
Hope you tell her I called.
Darn!
Don't you go getting drunk on me.
Governor'll be wanting us to report.
You go, Woodrow. I got other things on my mind.
We're both captains. We should both go.
So that's where.
Here now, Jake, stable... stable this horse.
You tell Captain Call he can find me in the saloon if he needs me.
And if he wants me to visit that governor, he'd better come quick.
What, you leaving again?
That's right, leaving. I be departing from my right mind.
Kicking Wolf has taken your horse into the Sierra.
Three Birds' is still with them but does not want to go into the Sierra.
How can you tell all that from a track?
I can't.
I know Three Birds.
Three Birds is not crazy.
Only a crazy man would ride into the country of Ahumado.
Well, this qualifies me for the asylum, then.
Ahumado is always behind you.
If we go into his country, he'll be behind us.
Maybe I should start walking backwards.
If you couldn't kill Ahumado when you had your Rangers with you,
why do you think you can kill him now?
Lots of things could go wrong with a military unit.
Sometimes a man alone can do better.
I'm a born fighter.
I need opponents to match me.
Perhaps the Black Vaquero will match me, but I doubt it.
I don't want the salt to lose its savor.
Do you understand?
No.
I guess this means you don't choose to accompany me.
- No. - What'll you be doing
while I have my little contest with the Black Vaquero?
There's a hole in the Earth somewhere to the west.
Turtle brought the Kickapoo people out of that hole into the sunlight.
I want to find it.
My task is simpler.
I just want my Hector back.
Thank you for your help.
It ain't polite to drink from the bottle, Captain.
Even if you are a captain.
Proper table manners is to drink from a glass.
Or from a saucer.
No, no, not a durn saucer.
Saucer might do for sipping coffee,
if it's too hot to imbibe from the cup.
Does that suit you? And don't call me captain!
Plain Gus McCrae.
Hello, Bingham.
Hello, Captain. Got the buggy ready.
Governor wants to see you.
You're as broad as this buggy, Bingham.
The man who sits behind you don't have much of a view.
No, sir.
Get a view of me, mostly.
Git up.
I'm surprised you'd drink like that before you say hello to Clara.
Why would I say hello to her?
I seen her in a buggy with that horse trader Bob Allen.
If he's trying to steal her from me, I guess he succeeded.
That wasn't Bob Allen, you fool.
That was her uncle from Galveston. He's come for a visit.
Her uncle?
Gus?
Bye.
What?
What is your hurry?
You just got here. You've been gone over a month.
It's the governor. I gotta report. Ol' Scull left us in the lurch.
At least Woodrow and me got made captains.
It's the governor, Clara.
If it wasn't the governor, it would be somebody else...
a Comanche to fight, or a bandit you gotta catch...
Gus.
My ranger.
You mean Inish has lost himself... and over a damn horse?
It was his warhorse, Governor.
He held that horse in high regard.
Yes, and what about his duty to the State of Texas?
Did he hold that in high regard?
I guess he thought we could get the boys home safe.
We done it.
We recovered those captives, too.
Yes, though I doubt the woman will recover.
They rarely do.
Inish Scull used good judgment in making you captains,
and I'll second it.
You both got a bright future, if you can keep your hair.
Meanwhile, we got thousands of hostile Comanches to contend with,
and a whole nation to the south of us who don't like us one bit.
And the worst is he's left us with Inez.
I believe we can hold our own with the Comanche,
and I expect we can whip back the Mexicans,
but the heavens is gonna rain when Inez Scull finds out
why her husband didn't care to come home.
Ed!
From my reports, they did a fine job, Inez...
only lost one man, and that from natural causes.
Two, if you count Inish.
I decline to be impressed.
They both need barbering, and this one slouches.
What kind of soldier slouches?
Excuse me, ma'am, but we ain't soldiers.
We're Texas Rangers.
In rangerin', posture ain't the important thing.
Oh, and what is the important thing?
Guts, plain guts.
All right, McCrae, Mrs. Scull is just upset
because the captain didn't...
Oh, shut up, Ed, I'm not so ill-bred as to be upset.
I'm angry and I detest unbarbered louts.
I imagine these two green ears of corn
both put whoring before barbering.
Most men would, Inez. It's only normal.
Well, Ed, you got more spunk than I thought.
Captain went looking for his horse.
No, he left to spite me.
Hector was just an excuse.
He'd just as soon eat a horse as ride one.
Have them go fetch him, Ed.
Why, Inez, they just got back.
They need to rest, and so do their horses.
All right, but they mustn't wait long,
or Inish will vanish for good if given the chance.
All right, all right.
You will send them?
Thank you, Ed.
Slouchy as you are,
I might like you to come to tea at my house.
What about Captain Call?
Too stiff.
I do apologize... I brought you in here to compliment you on your captaincies,
but Inez barged in and spoiled it.
Why come home just to be et alive by your wife?
Inish Scull is a Yankee son of a bitch,
and his wife is a... Southern slut.
Inez Scull would try the patience of a saint... even the patience of Job.
Well, I don't know Job, sir, but she sure tried mine.
Lord.
Kicking Wolf, I assume.
You're the genius that stole my horse...
which I see, incidentally, you don't have.
Tit for tat.
Bible and sword.
If he doesn't like our cages, take him down.
Let Goyeto work on him.
That was mighty tasty. You're a fine cook, Maggie.
Thank you, but I grew up in Virginia,
where there's no vegetables to choose from.
I can live without too much greenery myself.
Woodrow.
I got some news.
I'm gonna have a baby.
What?
I said I'm gonna have a baby.
It's your baby, Woodrow.
My baby?
Well, it's ours, I mean.
Well, Maggie, uh...
that is news.
I'm just hoping the governor doesn't send you after Captain Scull.
Well, probably will.
Mrs. Scull's after him hot and heavy.
You're certain there's a baby?
I'm sure, Woodrow.
Well, you know, at least we got some time to think about it.
I suppose that fella, Bob Allen,
gave up and went back to Nebraska.
What makes you think so?
If he ain't and I catch him making up to you,
he's likely to get a whipping.
Gus, I don't know that you could whip Bob,
and I'd much rather you didn't try.
And why would you doubt that I could whip him?
I'm a Texas Ranger.
Well, I reckon you could shoot him,
but if it's fisticuffs you're talking about,
I doubt you stand much chance.
Bob is stout.
That's one thing I like about him.
Like about him?
You like about him?
Don't tell me you two have been spoonin'
while I've been off doing my duty.
Got your goat, didn't I?
Besides which, we ain't married.
What I do while you're off rangerin' is my business, Gussy.
Durn if you're not about as independent as they come.
Gussy!
You didn't say good night. I might have wanted a kiss.
Clara, I have had...
Durn you, Clara!
I get on my horse backwards, which I'll never live down.
Now I put my hat on backwards, too!
I won't tell.
What was that clatter?
That was only Gus, Mama. I was teasing him a little.
About what, may I ask?
I just happened to mention Bob Allen,
- and it put him in a dither. - Well, it should have.
Bob Allen's a decent man in a solid trade.
He'd make any woman a fine husband.
I know, Ma.
But Gus McCrae is my one true love.
There are two kinds of men in this world, honey...
the marrying kind, and men like Gus.
You may have his heart, Clara, but you'll never have the man.
He will wander God's green earth until the day he dies.
If you think you can settle Gus McCrae down, Clara,
then you need to think again...
because you won't.
More rope.
There goes your rival.
Mind your own business.
Clara thinks he can whip me.
Well, I imagine he can whip you.
He's at least a foot taller and maybe 50 pounds heavier.
Shut up. You don't know nothing about it.
Maybe not...
but if I was looking for a fistfight, I wouldn't challenge Bob Allen.
Be common sense to look for someone smaller.
Common sense be damned!
I'll whip him before breakfast,
then I'll probably whip you, and maybe Long Bill Coleman, too.
Why Long Bill?
Because he's always criticizing, the damn schoolmarm, that's why.
That Buffalo Horse was, uh... that was some horse.
Took more than four days to cook him.
Bible and sword.
Well, that is a sight I never expected to see.
Mind cutting me off a slice?
I've had nothing but varmints these last few days.
Carne por el gringo ahora mismo.
I'd say this one's about your size.
And I'd say you're dead.
If you can't catch enough birds to eat,
I will put you in my pit.
Well, the pigeons seem plentiful.
Squab is always welcome at the Scull table,
and it's best eaten rare, of course.
No, I could hardly ask for more.
The Texans may try to ransom you.
They might. I'm popular.
Why did you come here?
To kill you. Why else?
Do you still believe you will kill me?
I do...
and I'm rarely mistaken.
Put him over.
That's wasteful, if you ask me.
I didn't ask you!
You're burning ammunition we might need.
The governor wants to see us, pronto.
That durn governor's becoming a pest.
Yeah.
Well, he's the governor, and we work for him.
Are you throwing a three-day drunk just 'cause Clara told you
she thought her other beau could whip you?
I threw a three-day drunk for pleasure, mostly.
I like three-day drunks.
Go along, Captain Call. Need a word with Captain McCrae.
I'll be but a minute.
Aren't you even gonna speak to me?
Hello.
Oh, stop it, Gussy.
How long do I have to be punished for not doing anything wrong?
Who says you didn't do anything wrong?
I say it, and you better listen!
Don't yell now. This horse is apt to throw me.
Is this the horse you got on backwards?
Yup.
Why'd you do that, Gus?
Because... I?m so in love with you,
I couldn't tell backwards from forwards.
Well, that's better.
Will I see you tonight?
You bet.
Look at these, all from generals and senators and the like,
all telling me I got to find Scull.
You would think the sun might refuse to shine
if Inish Scull is out of pocket.
He's rich, he's famous,
and he is the best military man this part of the country,
and he ain't here!
With the plains, from what I hear, starting to boil...
Well, Ben... well, what do you want?
We're busy.
My mistress is wanting an answer, sir.
Request declined.
I did you a favor, Captain.
At least, it's a favor if you value your virtue.
I'd as soon take tea with a grizzly bear, sir.
Well, I doubt we've heard the end of it.
Inez is nothing if not persistent.
But, to the business at hand.
Now, I want the two of you to take some men
and find out what you can about Inish Scull.
I want you to ride fast and hurry back.
If Inish is captive, we need to know it.
Maybe he can be ransomed.
- Our horses are worn out, Governor. - I know.
Now, there is a horse trader hereabouts named Allen.
He brought in some fresh horses just yesterday.
Maybe we can acquire a few from him.
I'll go see the man, then.
Choose your mounts, gentlemen.
The state will compensate Mr. Allen.
I'd like you to leave as soon as possible.
- Be gone by daybreak, sir. - Thank you.
Drat that man!
Ever since he's been made governor, he's as pig-headed as Inish.
He is good at catching pigeons.
But he will need to catch some water when it rains.
I want you to climb up there and give him a bowl.
I am not a good climber.
Then this is your chance to learn.
Scull is a famous man.
The Texans will pay a big ransom for him.
Then we will kill him.
Gracias, hombre. I'll put this vessel to good use.
I thought your jefe was just a killer,
but I'm beginning to think he might be a kidnapper.
Oh, Woodrow.
I wish you didn't have to go.
Now what's the matter?
It's what's always the matter.
You're my only sweetheart, Clara. What could be the matter?
You're my sweetheart, too, and now you're leaving again.
I'm a ranger, honey.
Even though I'm a captain, I ain't my own boss much of the time.
The governor says look for Inish Scull, that's what I do.
I don't want to hear your excuses anymore.
But it's the truth.
It's just the truth you choose to hide behind every time you leave me.
It is not written in the heavens that you have to be a Texas Ranger.
There are plenty of things you could do that would be more settled.
- Like what? - You could be a barber.
Or maybe even a judge.
Me a durn barber.
Fine, maybe a judge would suit you better.
If I was a judge, I'd hang half the scoundrels in this town
and that'd be that.
All right, then I don't know what you could be...
but you're my dearest and my deepest, Gussy.
I just can't stand all this leaving.
I just... I simply can't.
We'll only be gone a week. A week ain't long.
It is if you're lonely.
A week can be mighty long.
I'm not a woman who does well alone.
Clara.
I want us to marry.
I want us to marry when I come back.
If you come back.
Damn it, Clara, I come back. I always come back.
I'll be with Woodrow Call.
No one's more cautious on the trail than Woodrow Call.
I wish he would marry Maggie.
We all wish that. He ought to, and maybe someday he will,
but right now, it's you I'm worried about.
Well, you don't need to worry about me too much.
Even if I was to marry somebody else,
I still want you to be my friend. I still want you to know my children.
Marry someone else? What kind of talk is that?!
Why can't they be our children?
Don't talk anymore, Gus. Hold me.
Hold me tight.
I doubt there'll be trouble. I'll only be gone a week.
But if there is, you remember that hideout I showed you.
I remember.
Come back safe, Woodrow.
Remember what I said.
If there's trouble, be quick.
We'll need Long Bill, Stove Jones, and lkey, I suppose.
Let's leave lkey. He's old, and we'll be traveling night and day.
I think we should take Jake.
That worthless pup?
He's gotta get a bit of experience sometime.
He'll need to keep up and shut up. Jake's a blabber.
I've heard you blab a bit yourself.
We'll take Deets, Pea Eye, and be off.
What, is there something the matter with you,
other than a hangover?
Hurry back to me, Billy. Don't get killed.
I won't, unless you don't let go of me
and they shoot me for desertion.
I have to go.
Honey, don't run after me. You'll jostle the baby.
Be careful now, Clara.
Hard to leave my Clara. She's the finest gal alive.
You don't think she'd go off and do something silly, do you?
Like what?
Like marry that damn horse trader from Nebraska.
Well, if she did, I don't know that I'd call it silly.
Maybe he's a better catch than you.
Well, he ain't, and how would you know anyway, Woodrow?
Where's he going, Captain?
I don't know, and he don't either.
Take it.
Well, now, I roped the filly that I really care about.
"Care about," Bob?
Well, yeah.
Well, I guess I was roped, but nobody tied the loop.
And now I'm not.
I tell you, he is a witch.
I wish you would let me cut out his tongue.
If he still thinks he can kill me, he needs to keep his spirits up.
So he sings.
You complain again, I will puncture your eardrums with a thorn...
and you won't be bothered when Scull sings.
There is enough room for all peoples to live in harmony.
Get over there.
Beat it.
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