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[horse neighing]

[wind blowing]

[knocking]

- Hello?

Mind if I come in
out of the wind?

[wind blowing outside]

Anybody around?

[suspenseful music]

♪ Johnny Yuma was a rebel

♪ He roamed, through the west

♪ And Johnny Yuma, was a rebel

♪ He wandered alone

♪ Johnny Yuma

[suspenseful music]

[horse neighing]

[suspenseful music]

- [Woman] Who are you?

- Who does that
shotgun want me to be?

- Did old man Taber
send you here?

- Taber? Never heard of him.

- Then what are you doing here?

- I was just passing through
lady but the wind stopped me.

I came in to bed down.

- Well, somebody
started that fire.

- Well, I didn't light it.

I only put it out but
don't bother thanking me.

- That sounds like
a Taber, had to be.

What's your name?

- Yuma, Johnny Yuma.

- Get up, let me look at you.

- Much obliged.

- You have a good face Mr. Yuma.

There's warmth and
understanding in your eyes.

- Well, thank you ma'am.

If the Army had noticed that,

they'd have made me a sergeant.

- How does it feel to
lose a war, Red, tell me.

- Like swallowing bitter gaw.

You never get over
the taste of it.

- I just wanted to know in case

I lose a little war of my own.

- You won't, I can tell.

- There's hot coffee
in the kitchen.

- Trust me that much?

- I didn't shoot you did I?

- You couldn't have shot anyone

with a gun that wasn't cocked.

- That's right.

Why cock a gun
that isn't loaded?

Coffee's ready anytime you are.

[wind howling]

- [Ezra] Virgil.

- Yes Pa?

- By now the sky should be red

with the flame of
burning iniquities.

- Well, I tried, Pa.

- A Taber never fails
at anything he tries.

If he's a real Taber.

- Well, it wasn't my fault, Pa.

Somebody came in and catch me

while I was about
to stack the hay.

- Who was it?

- I don't know Pa.

It was some man I ain't
never seen before.

- Man?

Had to be a man.

Like a bee flying to the
flower seeking honey.

Virgil, she's an evil woman.

- Yes sir, I know
she's an evil woman.

- As she glorified herself
and played the wanton

so give her a like measure
of torment and mourning.

And she shall be
burned with fire.

- Pa.

Pa, I started a fire.

I started but the
barn never burned.

Now maybe, just maybe
that's a token sign.

Maybe we're supposed
to let her be,

not trying to run her off, Pa.

I mean, the good
book says that--

- You read what I
want you to read.

- All I do is walk
in your tracks.

I can't use my own
eyes to see with.

I ain't even got
a mouth of my own.

- Well, you just speak
right up now Virgil.

Tell me what you think
and how you see things.

- Well, it's that woman, Pa.

- What about her?

- She don't look bad, Pa.

She ain't never
anything to harm us.

Pa, it's just not her fault
if she's well turned out

and pretty now is it?

- Is that what you
see with your eyes?

- Yes sir, I guess so.

- If you want to look
at dirt, look at it.

[whimpering]

Let's get on with
what we started.

- I'm coming Pa, I'm coming.

- I don't want you
going any first ma'am.

Coffee's plenty.

- When'd you eat last?

- This morning.

About 10 years ago.

- You need something
in your stomach.

- Mighty grateful to you.

I hope some day I can
run into whoever did it.

- Wasn't once enough?

- He got to me first.

Next time he won't catch
me looking the other way.

I'll be ready for him.

- Virgil.
- Yes Pa?

- Go home and get my rifle, a
can of paint and some brushes.

Bring the horses.

- We got lots of paint, Pa.

What color do you want?

- The only color that
matches her soul, scarlet.

- [Johnny Voiceover] Her
name was Sara Bodine.

But those high heeled
shoes and fancy clothes

hanging in the closet
just didn't seem to fit

with the callouses on her hands.

Or the home cooked
meal she fixed me.

- You were wondering
about the clothes?

- I wasn't asking questions.

- Your eyes were.

I keep them there to remind
myself how lucky I am.

That I don't have to
smell stale beer anymore.

Or force myself to smile at
drunken cowboys and miners.

The story of your
life, Mr. Yuma?

- Oh, it's just a journal I
keep when I can find the time.

- Looks like you've
led a full life.

Mind if I peek into
one of the corners?

- Why not?

I've peeked into one of yours.

- And the country gets blamed
for keeping the war alive

with hatred and bitterness.

But it's the people,
not the country.

I've never seen a valley
that was angry or a mountain

with a chip on its shoulder.

I was right wasn't I?

About your eyes.

Dust of Wichita, Cheyenne,
Deadwood, Julesburg, Laredo.

Play at any piano and
they'd start dancing

and keep it up until all
the customers had gone home.

Then you'd go up to
your room and look down

at your swollen feet and wonder

how you'd ever crowded them
into such tight slippers.

- They put away for good?

- If I can hang on
here under pressure.

Those Tabers
squeeze pretty hard.

- Well, when it gets light out,

I'll go up and have
a talk with them.

I figure I owe you
for a good dinner.

- I never keep it loaded.

I couldn't shoot anything,
not even a rabbit.

- Chances are you
won't find any rabbits

around here trying to
burn down your barn.

You shouldn't be here alone.

- I wasn't always alone here.

My husband's grave is out back.

- Did the Tabers bother
you when he was alive?

- Not until I was widowed.

Roy was gored by a
steer three months ago.

I wanted to be friendly but
they tried to drive me out.

They ran their wagons
through my vegetable garden,

trampled everything flat.

They cut my fences, spooked
my horses, broke windows,

you name it they did it.

- What have they
got against you?

- I am an ex dance hall girl.

I don't belong here.

- Well, your husband must
have thought you did.

- He was the only man I
ever met that looked past

those gaudy clothes I
wore and saw what I really

wanted out of life.

[gunshots]

- I'll get you some more coffee.

- Get down!

- They won't shoot me.

- What makes you so sure?

- They've done this before.

They always shoot high.

[gunshots]

[suspenseful music]

- I'll return your
call in the morning.

Good morning.

Your name Taber?

Ezra Taber?

- Who's asking?

- I am.

Yuma, Johnny Yuma.

- On the north gate
there's a sign: keep out.

Can't you read signs?

- I read signs pretty good.

Like red paint on a
brush for example.

- I told you we should
have came up sooner, Pa.

- Shut up, Virgil.

- That red paint you
put on the Bodine house

doesn't match the color, Taber.

You'll have to do it over.

The whole front of
the house, gray.

- That's not your
affair, mister.

- Getting hit on the head
wasn't my affair either.

Now maybe you two work better
at night but just the same,

you're gonna go over there and
paint that house right now.

- What if we refuse?

- I'll lean on you.

And I can lean pretty hard.

- In that case, I guess
we'll have to do as you say.

I'm strongly
opposed to violence.

- All right, let's go.

[slow music]

- This changes nothing.

The name applies to her
whether it be visible or not.

A coat of paint
can't wipe it out.

The brand is too deep.

The woman put it there herself.

- I know a man once who
used a book as a prop.

Under the short leg of a table

to make the whole
thing look level.

Is that the way you
use your book, Taber?

- What do you know
about religion?

- What I know about
religion is inside of me.

I don't behind behind
it or go around

telling people it's there.

If you live it right,
I'll know it's there.

So will I.

- You'll pay for
this humiliation.

I'll be back.

- I'm sure you will.

- I'm a patient man, you
can't stay on here forever.

Virgil, let's go home.

- I hate you're having
to go clear into town

just to do my errands.

- You need things a woman
wouldn't know how to buy.

Your shotgun's on
the chair, loaded.

Stay close to it.

- Are you going into town, Pa?

- Yeah, that's right.

That rebel's headed there.

I thought I'd go in and
have a talk with him.

[curious music]

- Oh. Your Sunday clothes
hardly seem fitting for this day

of the week Mr. Taber.

- A cotton apron is not
your natural garment woman.

That's what you
should be wearing.

Gaudy plumage that tells
men what you really are.

A falcon that swoops
down and destroys.

- Did you come here purposely
to be destroyed, Mr. Taber?

- Put on your fine feathers.

Dress the part.

Spread your evil wings again.

- Yuma will kill you for this.

- Too far away for
killing, I seen him leave.

Now, put on your finery.

You wouldn't leave.

I tried to make you go.

I even used violence to
fight my own desires.

It wasn't enough.

You're a temptress,
you drew me here.

- Not in a kitchen
apron, Mr. Taber.

[suspenseful music]

- You plague me woman.

Don't hate me.

- I can't hate you and
pity you at the same time.

[sobbing]

- Pa.

- You filthy scum, you
poisoned that water.

- She's no good,
she had it coming.

She's even making
my Pa a sinful man.

[crying]

[grunting]

- No.

I didn't expect
you back so soon.

- Big day for you
Tabers wasn't it?

Poisoning that well was the
end of the line, mister.

- Who did that?

- His crawling son.

- I don't believe it.

Virgil wouldn't be
that contemptible.

Water's too important out here.

- Well, you just go out
and ask him if he did it.

Just ask him.

- I saw things, Pa.

- Never mind what you saw.

If you poisoned that water

even I will turn
against you, Virgil.

- [Virgil] I never done it.

- Tell the truth, boy.

- [Virgil] I never done it, Pa.

- [Johnny] You drink
any of that water and--

- [Virgil] Yuma, I didn't, no.

- Stop him!

- [Johnny] That
water will kill you.

- I have faith in my son.

- If you don't want your Pa
to die kicking and screaming

you'd better get him
to a doctor and fast.

- No need for a doctor,

is there son?

- Pa!

- Stand there and
watch your Pa die.

- All my life I've
drilled into you,

thou shall not kill.

- Why you pathetic old
man, you need help.

Johnny.

- No one is ever going to say
my own son killed his father.

I'll not have my death
on his conscience

to blacken his soul
through eternity.

- It's too late to be any other
way Taber and you know it.

- If I die it won't
be in Virgil's hand.

I'm going to count
to three, Yuma.

And I'm going to touch
off both barrels.

You'd better kill me
before I kill you.

You kill me Yuma
or I'll kill you.

- Don't make me
shoot you, Taber.

I don't want to have to.

- One.

- I'm not gonna draw it, Taber,

you're gonna have to kill me.

I don't think you can do it.
- Two.

- Pa.

I'm sorry Pa, I didn't
mean to do it, honest.

- [Johnny] Get him
into town fast,

maybe a doctor can save him.

- [Sara] I'll get the wagon.

- Lord forgive us.

[shouting at horses]

- There's not much more poison

in him now than
there was before.

Just a different kind.

- I think I've won
my little war Johnny.

Thank you.

♪ Johnny Yuma, was a rebel

♪ He roamed, through the west

♪ And Johnny Yuma, the rebel

♪ He wandered alone

♪ He got fightin' mad

♪ This rebel lad

♪ He packed his star
as he wandered far ♪

♪ Where the only law was a
hook and a draw, the rebel ♪

♪ Away, away

♪ Johnny Yuma, was a rebel

♪ He roamed, through the west

♪ And Johnny Yuma, the rebel

♪ He wandered alone

♪ He searched the land

♪ This restless lad

♪ He was panther quick
and leather tough ♪

♪ He had figured that he'd
been pushed enough, the rebel ♪

♪ Away, away

♪ Johnny Yuma

♪ Johnny Yuma