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Sort of been checking around.

Nobody seems to know the brand.

Does that make sense to you?

Nope.

I can't see how a man could graze

2,000 head of cattle here

without everybody in town
knowing the brand.

I got to find out for myself.

- You Chad Santee?
- Yeah, that's right.

Jubal sent me.
I'm Shawnee Jack.

We can leave anytime you're ready.

Soon as I pay up.

My bedroll's over at the hotel.

Get his gear.

Cheyenne girl... name's Meeteetse.
Good cook.

Handy to have around.

I'll join you outside.

Chad, play 'em close to your chest.

Don't worry.
Whatever happens I'll be back.

I hate to see you go.

Look, Rose, he's my brother.

He wants to see me.

Okay.

I'll be watching for you.

- So long.
- Bye.

Better get started.
We still got a long way to go.

How far to the ranch?

Oh, get there along about sunup.

Nice cool ride.

- Want some?
- Never touch it.

Meeteetse?

Go on.

You'd better stop spoiling her.

First thing you know, she'll be following
you around like a shadow.

And if we'd had done a little
Indian spoiling in the past,

it would have saved
a heap of fighting...

And a heap of dying.

Come on.

That's so he won't
go shooting at shadows.

We lost half our horses
to sneak thieves.

Happened last spring.

Did you get my chewing tobacco?

Got everything.
This here's Jubal's brother Chad.

- Howdy.
- Howdy.

Hey, Shawnee.
You got Chad with you?

Ain't no one else.

Jubal!

Hey Chad, Chad.

Come on in here.

- Chad.
- Jubal.

Come on in.

Well, it's been a long time.

Six years.
Two hitches in the cavalry.

Well, it didn't do you any harm.

Can you still swap a belly punch?

Try me.

Good.
Okay, go ahead.

I can save mine.

That was the rule, remember?

So it was.

This son of a gun used
to save up his punches

and then sock 'em into me
all at once and floor me.

Come on in and wash up
for breakfast.

Go on, wash up.
Get that alkali off you.

Six years.

You were never off my mind, Chad.

I can't tell you how I felt
last summer when we heard

the seventh had been wiped out.

Stayed drunk a week in Cheyenne.

Then then papers printed
the list of survivors

and there you were.

So you stayed drunk for two weeks.

Same old kidder.

No, Chad, I sat me down
and wrote you that letter,

offering you a partnership

in the biggest cattle
operation in the territory.

Lay off it, Jubal.

What do you mean?

I mean that this camp
is no ranch headquarters.

It's a hideout.

And that letter you wrote me...
a pack of lies.

As for your change of ways,

if you had any cattle at the
time, they were rustled.

You were still riding herd
on other people's brands,

probably are today.

There was one honest thing
in that letter, Chad.

I wanted my brother back with me.

Why?

You knew I wouldn't
play it your way.

That was a year ago.

I could have cut all ties then,

gone along with you.

And now?

No soap, Chad.

I've got it
almost made... my way.

Go on, finish up.

We'll iron it out after breakfast.

Never could talk much
on an empty gut.

Chad, Shawnee you've met.

The others are Gomez,
Blake, Cory and Saunders.

- Howdy.
- Here, sit down.

Jubal, tell your brother
to stop spoiling Meeteetse.

Look at her.
She's got herself all primped up for him.

If this keeps up I'm going to have
to send her back to her lodge.

Unless of course you've
a mind to trade for her.

Trade what?

That dancehall queen you was
making time with at laramie.

Real fancy looker, Jubal.

Name of Rose Fargo.

Keep her name out of this.

And watch that half-breed
tongue of yours.

Pretty?

Yeah, very pretty.

Where did you get it?

- Shawnee. - Sachago!
I told you not to wear it, didn't I?

Drop it! Chad, collect their
guns. Start with Shawnee.

Kind of highhanded,
ain't you, Jubal?

You know my rule about
fighting in the outfit.

- Tell it to your brother.
- Such is my intention.

Put them on my bunk, Chad.

Now sit down.

Now, Chad...

Why did you hit Shawnee?

Two reasons.

I don't hold
with roughing up women.

Never did.

That's the first.

And the second...

This brooch Meeteetse's wearing

belongs to Rose Fargo.

When the nighthawks held up
the stagecoach...

you heard what I said, didn't you?

I heard.

So that's what you meant
by "almost having it made."

Your way.
You robbed a gold shipment

and killed three
honest men doing it.

This is wild territory, Chad.

We tore it from the injuns.

Now it's dog-eat-dog to see
who grabs off the loot.

So first we'll get the money.

- Then what?
- Then we'll get the ranch and the cattle.

Not me.

I'm heading for
the Jackson hole country,

taking that job Yellowstone
Kelly offered me.

Shawnee, how much for Meeteetse?

Your new Winchester, even trade.

Okay, it's a deal.

Come over here, Meeteetse.

You come from the grand
teton country, don't you?

Meeteetse, I want you to pack
some grub and saddle two horses.

You guide my brother
to Jackson hole.

What happens to you after you
get there will be up to him.

He can either keep you
or turn you loose.

Go get your gear, Chad.

All right, let's eat.

First stop he makes will
be in town to see his gal.

He's going to have
some explaining to do.

You ain't forgetting
there's a $5,000 reward

for information about us.

He might figure to collect it.

How about it, Chad?

They'll get nothing out of me.

You're still my brother.

Okay, boys, make yourself
comfortable.

I don't want my brother
getting shot on the trail.

Come with me, Jubal.
Let them have the gold.

It'll be like it was
in the old days,

you and me together.

I'll be along...
Once I've got a real stake.

Luck to you, Chad.

Luck to you, Jubal.

Meeteetse, I'll be a little while.

- You go to see white girl.
- Yeah.

You wait here.

# then we'll go down

# to the village green

# go down, I say

# go down and call the gang #

# and dance the night away #

# there's a man out west

# he's the best

# of all that I have known #

# and I'm getting all excited now #

# 'cause my man's coming home #

# then we'll go down

# to the village green

# go down, I say

# go down and call the gang #

# and dance

# the night away.

- So you found him.
- Yeah, I found him all right.

Just like I thought...

Only worse.

I'm sorry for you, Chad.

What are you going to do?

Heading for the Jackson
hole country right away.

Rose, I'm asking you
to come with me.

Yellowstone said I'd make
two, maybe $3,000

trapping out there this winter.

They'd go... they'd go wild
over a singer like you.

What do you say?

Well, there's something
you'd have to do first.

Name it.

The nighthawks have
killed a lot of people

and they're going to go
right on killing.

You've got to tell the sheriff
where he can find them.

Do you realize what you're asking?

When a man's hands
are stained with blood,

he forfeits all
his rights for kinfolk.

Look, I'd rather cut off my
arm than turn my brother in.

Look, Rose, I'll take
good care of you.

We'll have a fine life together.

I'm not going with you, Chad.

So I put two and two together,

and came to get you
as quick as I could.

Where is he?

Stay where you are,
Santee, and start talking.

Wh-what's
the matter, sheriff?

This brooch, son.

How'd you get it back? And while
you're at it, we're plumb interested

in where you've been staying
the last couple of days.

Ah... that's easy.

I'll be back for you later, Rosie.

If that's all you want, sheriff,

I think I can oblige you.

Get your horses.

Hey!

- These are my best...
- Santee hurt bad. Need bandages.

- Where is he?
- In forest. You help?

- How bad?
- Bullet in here. Must get it out.

You roll up the bandages
and I'll get changed.

Come on. We're going to the sheriff
so you can tell him where Chad is.

Chad had nothing to do with it.
He's been wounded. He needs help.

The sheriff will be glad to take him
to a doctor, before he hangs him.

- Who shot him?
- The sheriff. The bullet's still in his shoulder.

- Tote him into the cabin.
- Here, handle him gently.

- Who are you?
- Rose Fargo. Are you Jubal Santee?

Yeah.
In here, boys.

Put him on the table.

Hand me that jacket.

Blake, get the whiskey.

We'll fix him up, kid.

Hurry up with that whiskey.

Here, drink this.

- Rose...
- don't say anything. Just drink this.

Pack all you can into him.

- Shawnee, get that bullet out.
- I'll trade you.

For what?

The bullet for Rose here.

Chad don't need two gals,
not in his condition.

What's he saying?

Nothing, nothing.

Drink this, drink some more.

All right, it's a deal.

Only don't get tempted to cut
any more than you have to.

Not when I got a good trade.

Saunders, Blake, hold his shoulders down.
Gomez, take his legs.

Here, wait. Sterilize
the knife with whiskey.

Do as she says, Shawnee.

How do you know
so blasted much about it?

I did a bit of nursing
at Fort Lincoln.

After which you hit the
saloons where the boys

- had more money in their pants, huh?
- Quit stalling, Shawnee.

- Quit stalling.
- I ain't stalling. I can't find it.

You butcher.
I warned you, Shawnee.

Stop it, stop it, both of you.

Give me that knife.

Turn him over on his side.

Feeling better, kid?

I'll make it all right.

Jubal...
look out for her.

Meeteetse will take her back to
the saloon where she belongs.

No.

The sheriff knows
she helped me escape.

They'll make it rough on her.

Here she spells trouble, Chad.

Shawnee's set his mind to have her.

- I'll take care of him.
- No, take it easy.

You're going to start your wound
bleeding again. Lie down.

I'm staying here with Chad
until he gets well.

Then we're heading
for Jackson hole.

We'll talk about it again...
When he's better.

You mean that, Rose?

We'll be married,

make a new start with Yellowstone?

Look, Chad, I only said
I'd go with you.

What the blazes...

you want to catch nighthawks?

You want to catchum reward, huh?

No want reward.

Catch trade.

- What sort of trade?
- Chad Santee not nighthawk.

You no take him.

I might consider it.
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