All language subtitles for Gun Brothers.1956

Whoa... hup.

Whoa!

- Hi, fellas.
- All right, let's load these up.

What time will we be
pulling out for laramie?

Well, you'll have
time to eat, sergeant.

- We've got these gold ingots to store.
- Gold?

From what I hear tell
about those nighthawks,

it'll be a rough trip
if they get wind of it.

Well, we'll have
lots of protection.

We'll need it.

Anything that's ready...

And pack plenty of coffee with it.

Double up on that order,
Fred, and hurry.

I don't want to miss
that stagecoach.

Oh, that looks good, Fred.

Food no good?

You know, ma'am,
you're the first girl

I've been close to in eight months.

- You been in the guard house, soldier?
- No no.

Out in Montana territory,

rounding up stray
sioux and Cheyenne.

Herding them back
into the reservation.

I'm Chad Santee.
You mind?

Rose Fargo.

- Sergeant, isn't it?
- No, not any more.

I just mustered out of the Seventh
Cavalry over in Fort Sheridan.

Planning to go civilian in laramie.

You mean eight months in the wild,

and I draw you for
a traveling companion?

No cause for concern, miss Fargo.

I'll be traveling
with you all the way.

What happened, Blackjack?

The fellows around here get wise
to that trick shuffle of yours?

You will have your little joke.

No, dear lady.
I just heard you took a job in laramie.

Decided I'd go along
to protect you.

Thanks, but the sergeant here
has already spoken for the job.

Oh, I see.

Off with the old
and on with the new, eh?

Get lost.

Oh, well thanks.

Talks like I'm jumping his claim.

No, he's been
trailing me for a year.

I thought I'd gotten rid of him
when I took that job in laramie.

- Doing what?
- I'll be singing at the sun dance saloon.

What did you expect...

I was the new schoolmarm?

What are you planning to do?

Hunt? A trap?
Prospect?

No, my brother Jubal runs 2,000
head of cattle over near laramie.

I'm going in partners with him.

And settle down and look for a wife,
I suppose.

No, I...

Just did six years
of love, honor and obey.

I plan to do a little
free-ranging and roaming.

A little fancy wolfing on the side?

Starting with dinner tonight?
In laramie?

You've got me wrong, soldier.

See you on the coach.

Were you and your brother
always that close?

Well, the sioux got
ma and pa when we was kids.

After that, all we had
was each other.

Yet you left him for two
hitches in the cavalry. Why?

No, Rose, I didn't leave him.

It was a split in the trail.

He went one way, I went the other.

Let's talk about you and me.

Have I squared myself for
that dinner date in laramie?

You just try and get out of it.

- There she comes.
- See any guards, Jubal?

Yeah, two of them...

one riding ahead
and one riding shotgun.

That means a gold shipment.

Johnny, take three men
and cut in front of them.

It's a holdup!

Hyah!

I'm gonna keep them busy.

Slide out the other door.
Hide in the rocks.

Go on.

- You lowdown snake...
- Shut up.

That lunatic could
get us all killed.

You've heard what this nighthawk gang
will do to anybody who shows fight.

Pile out.
You too, soldier.

- He got hit.
- Leave him lay.

You, mister, keep your hands high.

All right,
money and jewelry and no tricks.

Get that gold off there.
Unhitch those horses.

Hyah!

- Now that brooch.
- Oh no, please, it was my mother's.

I got a gal who'd
be crazy for this.

Now you. A well-dressed gent
like you should have a roll.

No roll, mister.
I'm a gambler.

Had some bad luck in medicine bow.

- Cleaned me out.
- All except what he hid in his fancy boot.

Ooh...

Now drag that soldier boy out of there.

- Leave him alone.
- Why? He may have a six months' pay on him.

I've got my reasons.

Get mounted.

All right, let's drift.

That was over $2,000 in that wallet,
why, you dirty, lowdown...

- Are you hurt?
- I'm more mad than hurt.

I'm mad clear through.
They took my brooch.

It was the only thing
my mother left me.

Don't worry, I'll buy you new one
as soon as I sell my first steer.

Since when do you take
to beating up women?

She had it coming. She told those
bandits where I hid my wallet.

Yeah, because he hit you
behind your ear with his gun.

Ah, so that's where it came from.

Give me a hand with that man.

Yeah, and if I don't?

You'll be laying out there with him

for the coyotes
to come visiting tonight.

We start hiking for
laramie in the morning.

Meanwhile, I'll forget
you slugged me from behind.

You forget about her.

$2,000 ain't easy to forget.

Your gambler friend says it's
nearly 20 miles to laramie.

I hope my shoes hold out.

Oh yeah, and if they don't,
I'd be glad to carry you.

- I'll make it.
- Sure you will...

the way you cut loose
on that tinhorn.

Well, when you sing in saloons,
you either learn to fight, or else...

You... you bruised
your hand.

You won't be chopping down
anybody else with this tonight.

I still got a pretty good left.

You fighting fool.

Pretty as a picture.

Find the rest of the posse and
tell them the search is over.

- Chad Santee.
- Yellowstone Kelly.

- Yellowstone, this is Rose Fargo.
- Ma'am.

Yellowstone was my
commanding officer,

first three years in the service.

Sure glad your men happened along.
It's quite a hike to laramie.

We didn't happen along, ma'am.
When the stagecoach is overdue for hours,

the sheriff sends out a posse.

Sheriff,
this is miss Fargo and Chad Santee.

He was my first sergeant
through the sioux campaign.

- How many did this?
- About seven of them.

Knowing you, Blackjack,
you were hugging the floorboards.

Let Santee tell it.

They were hiding
behind those rocks.

Blasted the driver
and the two guards

with their first volley.

It was sudden and complete.

Didn't have a chance.

The stage driver was Lars Jorgen.

He was my brother.

Which way did they head out?

East.

We'll try and pick up their trail

as soon as it's light
enough to see a sign.

Load the dead atop the stage.

Hitch your mounts to the coach.

Take these folks into laramie.

Chad, you can use my room at
the hotel until I get back.

I want to talk to you.
Bye, ma'am.

Rose.

- It's me, Chad.
- Oh, wait a minute.

Ooh, pretty fancy outfit.

Yeah. This is my take-my-girl-
to-dinner clothes.

- You like it?
- Yes, I like it.

Oh, did you find out where
your brother's ranch is?

No, but he left me a letter.

They send in for supplies
every week.

His man will find me.

Well, then it looks like
you're all set, cowpoke.

Both of us.

Oh, I brought you a present.

A present?

Oh, it's lovely, Chad.

Yeah, they didn't have
any brooches like yours.

Oh, it's beautiful.

You... think it'll
help me grow on you?

Oh, now wait a minute,
I'm not dressed for argument.

I'll see you downstairs
in a few minutes.

- Hiya, Chad.
- Yellowstone. Any luck?

Didn't find a sign of them.

Nine holdups, six men killed in the
last three months by the nighthawks,

and we can't even raise their dust.

Well, sooner or later
they'll leave a trail.

Yeah, but I won't be
around to pick it up.

I'm leaving first thing
tomorrow for Jackson hole.

- Tomorrow?
- Yeah.

I was looking forward
to having you as a neighbor.

That's still easy arranged, Chad.

Got myself a trading post
up in the grand tetons

northwest of here.
Prime fur country.

I outfit and grubstake trappers

in return for half their catch.

You could pick yourself up
a couple thousand dollars

between now and next spring.
Why don't you come along with me?

I appreciate your offer,
Yellowstone, but I'm all set.

- Oh?
- Going ranching with my brother Jubal.

He runs 2,000 head
of cattle near here,

taking me in as partner.

- You say his name is Jubal?
- Sure.

- You know him?
- I've heard of him, that's all.

Partnership in 2,000 head of cattle

is a heap sight better than soldiering,
isn't it?

- Yeah.
- I'm glad for you.

I'm running with luck today.
Got myself a gal too.

You didn't waste
much time, did you?

- Hello, miss Fargo.
- Don't take him too seriously, Yellowstone.

Well, come on, cattle baron,
let's tie in to those big juicy t-bones.

Three dead men over
at the funeral parlor

and Wells Fargo's out $30,000.

- What about Santee?
- He's on the level.

I hope you're right.

And what's Jubal doing now?

All I know, Rose, was in the letter
that found me at Fort Sheridan

after the custer massacre
last year.

Jubal wrote me that
he was burning calves

with an honest
j-c brand...

"Jubal-Chad ranch,"

northwest of laramie.

- Oh, that's wonderful.
- Yeah.

Except I...

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.

White woman, Rose,

you take.

Lock up long time.

So that's it,
jealous of Rose Fargo.

Chad Santee my man.

I take him to Jackson hole.

All right.
Lock up long time.

We go catch nighthawks.

I'll be able to travel in a week.

Told Jubal so this morning.

Still set on you traveling alone,
isn't he?

Nothing he can say will
make me change my mind.

He knows that.

Rose...

I just can't help feeling
the way I do about him,

remembering all the years

he and I took the good
and the bad together.

That's what I'm afraid of, Chad.

I'm afraid that wherever you'll go,

he'll come along and destroy you.

And destroy me too,
if I was married to you.

Oh, you're wrong,
honey, dead wrong.

I'd never let
that happen. Never.

I'm taking no chances
of him stopping us.

We're getting out of here tonight.

- Tonight?
- We'll be beyond all danger by sunup.

Meeteetse will guide us.

- There's a storm coming up.
- Yeah, so much the better.

Now the horses are
saddled and packed.

They're back in the draw.
We're drifting out now.

- But Meeteetse isn't back yet.
- We'll have to find our way without her.

There's trouble boiling up inside.

You can feel it thick in the air.

- Shawnee's behind it.
- Cory's on guard at the rocks.

- They'll never let us through.
- We'll cut around Cory.

Now get mounted.
I'll join you in a few minutes.

- Where are you going?
- The cabin, to get blankets. We'll need them.

- If they see you taking blankets...
- They won't see me, honey.

I'll toss them out the window
and pile out after them.

Get going.

Where'd that squaw disappear to?

I don't like it.

That's Chad's worry.
She ain't your woman any more.

Oh, Chad. I've been thinking
about our talk this morning.

When you leave next week,
don't figure on taking Rose with you.

She's going with me, Jubal.

The boys here figure that reward

would look mighty attractive
to a dancehall gal.

Rose stays.
She's going to be my woman.

I'll kill any man
that tries to stop her.

Any man, Jubal.

We've got a whole week
to talk about it, Chad.

What's there to talk about, Jubal?

Whose side you on, ours or his?

Me and the boys want an answer.

We want it now.

My brother's in his room.

The girl's outside somewhere.

If you were to take her now,

it would save us a lot of trouble.

Cards.

I'll play these.

Chad?

All packed up and ready, huh?

What a cross.

Been waiting for this a long time.

- Hellcat!
- Shawnee.

All right, get going.

Come on!

It's Meeteetse.
She's brought the sheriff.

Cory's in trouble.
Let's get out there!

It's the sheriff.
Get back!

Jubal...
They'll kill him.

There's nothing you can do about it.
Jubal brought this on himself.

They're wiped out.

I'm sorry, Chad.

Meeteetse!

You brought in
the posse. Why?

Brother send me go get sheriff.

- Law promise him not to follow.
- You're lying.

Meeteetse have plenty chance
before go get sheriff.

Never do it.

That girl... your brother
forget everything for her.

- Shut your mouth.
- Why he not here with her?

Make deal with sheriff.
Go away with her, betray you.

- You're lying, Meeteetse.
- Your brother wants you dead. For her!

You she-devil!

You're lying, Meeteetse.

Say it. Say it!

Tie them on good now.
That stuff's heavy.

Find anything?

We got all the gold lingots
taken in the stage robbery,

and some from their other jobs.

- How are you boys doing?
- We're all done.

We buried the squaw separate.

Shame about that.
She was real pretty.

See anything
of the Santee brothers?

- Nope.
- Rose Fargo?

- No, nothing.
- Jubal was hit right over there by the woods.

I gunned him down myself.
He can't have got far.

We combed the woods.

He's either lit out,
holed up or dead.

Well, if he's still around,
he'll need some grub

and blankets and bandages.

He'll try to make it to this
shack after dark, I imagine.

You two hole up here
for a couple of days,

and keep out of sight,
and keep a sharp lookout.

The rest of us will
get back to laramie.

All right.

He may spot those horses.
Get them inside the cabin.

Come on, boy.

Get in.

If that critter's still alive,

I'm betting he's a long
ways from here by now.

Headed for Cheyenne,
maybe, or...

Jubal!

It's me, Shawnee.
Did you get 'em?

Yeah.
Come on in.

- Is it bad?
- No.

Well, we got rifles
and ammunition now.

Horses too, in the bedroom.

You see anything of Chad and Rose?

No. They're on their way
to Jackson hole, I reckon.

Any idea how the posse found us?

Yeah. Meeteetse.

She tried to tell me Chad
sent her to the sheriff.

I squared accounts with
that little rattlesnake.

Meeteetse, huh?

Maybe she was telling it straight.

- What are you driving at?
- Plain, ain't it?

Chad wanted to make sure the sheriff
would let him take Rose with him.

He wanted her so bad he sent
Meeteetse out to bring the posse.

Don't say that.

Chad would never turn on me.

Look...

Last night you told me
to go take Rose.

I found her all right.
She had a couple

of horses saddled
and a packhorse loaded.

Chad come sneaking up
and gunned me down.

I figured they was clearing out 'cause
they knew the posse was coming.

You're lying, Shawnee.

He was in the bedroom at the time.

He went in the bedroom, sure.

But he was toting a couple
of blankets when I saw him.

Now...

Maybe them blankets
is still in the bedroom,

and again, maybe they ain't.

Get back
there boy. Back!

Get over.
Git!

Turned on me.

Just like a dirty mangy coyote.

That's the soldier in him...
Six years duty-bound.

We'll find a place to hide
out until this heals up.

And then we'll catch up
with my good brother.

Well, there they are.

Yup, the grand tetons.

There can't be anything evil out there.

I hate to spoil
your pretty picture, Rose,

but some of the toughest
outlaws in the west

have made Jackson hole
their hideout for years.

I bet they're no longer tough.

What a girl.

You know you have me
going up and shaking hands

with the first
grizzly bear we meet?

Yellowstone!

Yellowstone!

Chad, Rose.

Hello, Rose.

- Oh, and Chad.
- Yellowstone.

Welcome to both of you.
You're a wonderful sight to see.

Oh, this is Moose MacLain
and his brand new wife Molly.

- Ma'am.
- Howdy.

This is Jonathan Cooney. Runs the sawmill
when he isn't busy saving our souls.

Howdy.

This is Rose and Chad Santee.

Chad and I served together in the campaign
against chief Joseph, Seventh Cavalry.

Welcome, folks.
Any friend of Yellowstone

is just naturally
a member of the family.

Sure hope you folks
are planning to stay on.

Well, that depends on Yellowstone.

- Is that trapping proposition still open?
- You're darn right it is.

I just got back from laying out my
trapline. We'll run it together.

Say, I'm glad you took my advice
about bringing along a partner.

Well, I'd...

I'd like to explain about that.

We don't need any explanations.

You both couldn't be more welcome.

Come on inside, show you around.

- Me and Molly will bring in your gear.
- Thanks, Moose.

Here's where our trappers draw
all their food and supplies.

- Ah, mighty nice.
- Uh-huh.

And back here is where
we keep the furs.

Kind of empty right now,
but in a few months

it'll be filled with prime pelts...

marten, mink, otter,

fox, raccoon, lobo, all of them.

A regular gold mine, huh?

I sold last season's
catch in Cheyenne

for almost $27,000.

27,000.

Yeah, and each one of the
men made over $2,000 apiece.

We expect this season's
catch to even be better.

Ah.

I'll settle for one just as good.

You...

You didn't cotton to cattle raising,
did you, Chad?

Had an idea I wouldn't, didn't you?

All that's behind you now.
Leave it that way.

I never believe in carrying
shadows into new territory.

You got a whole heap
to be thankful for.

A whole heap.

Well, let me show you
your living quarters.

Here it is.
How do you like it?

Uh... mighty...
Mighty fine.

- It's all yours.
- Oh no, we couldn't.

Why not? I always
said a bride

was entitled to some measure of privacy.

Them's my sentiments.

You are kinfolk?

No relation.

Yet you've... been
traveling around together?

Now, Jonathan, I don't think we've
any right to pry into their business.

When the good lord looked
down on sodom and gomorrah,

he made it his business to wipe out

the sin and corruption he saw.

You speak with considerable
authority about sin.

Are you by chance a preacher?

I am a duly-ordained
member, young woman,

in the church
of the latter-day saints.

Then it's as much your duty to
prevent sin as it is to cast it out.

That's the will of the lord.

Then we'd like to have you marry us,
if you will.

- Rose.
- Well, what do you know!

What are we standing around gawking for?

We got a wedding to arrange.

- Yes, siree.
- Sure have.

Aw, you're bleeding again.

We gotta find a place to patch
you up or you ain't gonna last.

I'll last.
Get me on that horse.

This time we're
gonna do what I say.

We're gonna find a place to
hole up until this wound heals.

I'd hate to have you
on my tail, Jubal Santee.

Jubal Cain.

Place the ring on her finger.

I now pronounce you man and wife.

You can kiss your bride now.

This is one chance
I'm not gonna miss.

- Me neither.
- No, you don't!

I'm no longer afraid that someone
will come riding into our lives

and destroy our happiness.

I'm sure now, Chad, very sure.

First time I saw you
in medicine bow, I was sure.

Very sure.

You were gone long enough.

The nearest town is red butte,
a full day's travel.

- How's it coming?
- Ah, it's better.

Infection's going down.

What did you hear in that town?

Saw a poster.
We're still real valuable.

That $5,000 reward's
still riding on us two.

Either one, dead or alive.

Well, it'll have to be dead.

It's about time we was moving on.

We've got to reach Jackson
hole before the snows come.

A mink. A nice pelt.

Pretty fair.
Ought to run 10, $15.

Now tomorrow, we'll start
your trapline

at the pine tree there,
and follow the stream.

You ought to be able to pick up...

What's the matter?

In the army we used to say

somebody just slipped
a shell in the chamber,

with my name on it.

- Which way to the settlement?
- Well, there's two of them.

Yellowstone Kelly's down thattaway,

and Jackson up yonder.

What's the difference?

Well, if the law's on your trail,
take Jackson.

If you're clean,
Kelly's trapping camp's your dish.

- Thanks.
- No trouble at all, a stranger.

Come, boy.

Bring back a good catch.

Enough anyway to line a crib.

What did he mean, lining a crib?

Well, I guess Yellowstone's

a more observing man
than my husband.

Rose, honey.

What are you doing standing
out here in the cold?

- You get inside.
- Oh!

Looks mighty happy, don't he?

What did you expect,
he'd be in mourning for you?

I found a lot more than I expected.

- Let's travel.
- Wait a minute.

You mean you ain't squaring things with
that sidewinder right here and now?

I can kill Chad just as dead in
the spring as I can right now.

Crawfishing, that's what you're up to.
You're still protecting him.

I'll take care of him.
You're getting soft, jub...

not so soft that I aim to let
you do my thinking for me.

It's a 900-mile trip
here and back,

and I don't make
that long a trek without pay.

We'll give Chad's nice,
decent, hardworking friends

a chance to trap furs for us,

for a few months.

Meanwhile, we'll winter
down in Jackson hole,

pick up a few men.

What about the girl?

If you don't give me
any more argument,

the girl goes with the loot.

Hey there!
In here.

Look what I found.
You could hardly tell him from his horse.

Looks like you made
a real haul, Chad.

Yeah, otter, beaver, wolf, mink...

Three silver fox, and two marten.

You did real good.

Looks like the other
boys did pretty well too.

Yup, the good lord's
been most bountiful.

You know, Chad, you and Rose are going
to have to watch the trading post

while Jake and I go out and gather
up some more of the lord's bounty.

Amen.

- How about some hot coffee?
- Lead me to it.

I can go for some too.

The settlement's about a half
a mile down the trail there.

I'll take Shawnee here with me,

and we'll keep an eye on the place.

The rest of you boys stay here.

Jubal, me and the boys took
on this job on your say-so.

Them furs better be there,
like you told us.

You boys will be well paid.

Hate to see a man die
with empty pockets.

Chad.

What's the matter, Chad?

You'd think I was a ghost.

I'm the one you shot down, not Jubal.

The sheriff and the posse did that.

Couldn't be you were
expecting them that night?

Something's twisting your insides, Jubal.
Let's have it.

Meeteetse fetched that posse.

I made her talk.
She said you sent her to the sheriff.

She lied.
You're all wrong, Jubal.

Keep out of this,
you dancehall floozy.

Jubal!
Rose is my wife.

All right.

So I was wrong about Chad.

Let's hear you explain it.

She was just talking
from the heart.

When Shawnee claimed her after she
took the bullet out of my back,

she was afraid.

Afraid he'd never let us get away.

But for me, you wouldn't have.

I held Shawnee and the boys off

until you got past sentinel rock.

And you paid off by
sending in for the posse.

Go ahead, cut 'em down, Jubal.

You still ain't said how you
know he didn't rat on me.

Because I begged him to turn you in,
but he refused.

- I wish I could believe that.
- You can, Jubal...

If you'd do your own
thinking for a minute.

What was it ma used to say
to us when we was kids,

when doubt came between us?

I remember.

But it don't
fit my lips these days.

Then I'll say it for you:

"When the lord said,

'where is thy brother?'

Cain replied,

'am I my
brother's keeper?'

he was banished
to the land of nod."

Yeah...

I am my brother's keeper.

Chad, that's good enough for me.

Well, it ain't for me.

Keep your hands away
from that gun, Jubal.

I'd drop you now,
but I don't want to rouse the camp.

You don't want to commit suicide.

You may get one of us,

but you'd be a dead man before you'd
pull that trigger a second time.

Reach!
Higher!

You, get his gun.
Don't try anything.

Give it here.

You were right, Jubal.

Prime catch of furs already.

Plenty for me and the boys.

You still have to get them
out of the storeroom, Shawnee.

I came for these furs,
and I'm coming back for them.

There's just you and Chad here now.

Leave it that way.

I'm coming back with five men.

We'll cut down anybody who stands
between us and these furs.

If you're thinking of
trying to get away, don't.

You're gonna be watched.

If you try to stop us,

we'll take more than the furs.

We'll take her.

He said five other men.

He's telling the truth...
Outlaw guns from Jackson hole.

So you were going to kill me
and clean out the storeroom.

I'm sorry, Chad.
That two years in prison has

kept me from thinking
straight ever since.

You're thinking straight now.

We're together.

If we ever get out of this,
it'll be like old times.

That sure listens good, Chad.

But you're forgetting

I still got a few
things to answer for.

The day that trail east is open,

there'll be a dozen men I could
name slipping out of Jackson hole

to find the nearest sheriff.

For that blood money.

It's payable in gold coin, Chad.

They say blood washes off gold,

but I know better.

Rose, honey.
You ought to lie down, get your rest.

I'll be all right.

Luck to you, Chad.

Luck to you, Jubal.

You both are going to need it.

What about Jonathan and the
rest of the men in this camp?

We're not asking anybody
else to fight our battles.

You've never seen the
Santee brothers in action...

on the same side.

Jubal...

Pick yourself
a six-gun...

And a Winchester.

Yeah, this'll do.

I'll keep a lookout.

It'll be quite a spell before
Shawnee can round up his boys.

I might as well clean up.

In there.

Chad...

Are you sure of Jubal?

Think back, honey.

Jubal's never crossed us.

He's helped us go free.

Free?

Why can't we gun 'em down now?

You said there ain't more than a
half dozen men down there to stop us.

My plan will cut 'em down
to Jubal and his brother.

We'll wait for tonight.

Fort molasses.
It's going to be as good as stone.

Yeah, it's fine
if they ride straight in.

But we'd be sitting ducks

for a man at either end
of the building.

There's no sign of them.

Wonder what's keeping Shawnee?

- You think maybe he quit?
- No, not Shawnee.

He's been busting
for years to gun me down.

If we can get some of them on the first
ride in, we'll have a better chance.

Rose, I told you to stay inside.

But you've got to eat sometime.

Then, Jubal, you go first.

And turn those lamps out
before you come back.

Oh, Rose...

Chad told me about the baby.

I'm mighty happy.

Rose, I...

I'm not much on apologizing,

but I could cut my tongue out
for what I've ever said to you.

You tell me that tomorrow
morning when the sun rises,

if my husband is still alive.

The two of you will go with
roark and set fire to the mill.

The rest of you will come with me.

- Any questions?
- No, let's get it over with.

Why don't you try
to eat something, honey?

Stay here.

- What is it?
- It's the sawmill. A it's on fire.

Do you think Shawnee
set fire to the mill?

You know any better way to draw
the men from the settlement?

It was Shawnee all right.
Who else?

Where's Jubal?

Jubal?

Jubal.

- Get back in the house.
- You can't face seven men all alone.

Seven...

So you think Jubal's
gone back with them.

Well, he isn't here, is he?

Get down. Here they come.

Shawnee.

- Jubal?
- You can ride straight in to the porch.

What about your brother?

I've got them both
baled up with the furs.

We'll pack them along, part way.

Kind if a fast change
of mind, ain't it, Jubal?

No change at all, Shawnee. But how
could I tell you with them listening?

Looks okay,
but keep your guns ready.

He's talked them into an ambush.

Get down.

Jubal, Jubal.
This way.

- Jubal, Jubal.
- I thought I'd cut down the odds.

- We got one of them.
- Yeah, you had me worried.

- Why didn't you answer?
- They were within earshot.

So you thought
I'd crossed you, huh?

Yeah, yeah I did.

Pretty bad feeling, ain't it?

I had it for five months.

Jubal, how'd we ever get this way?

It was us two against the world.

It's that way again, Chad.
Us two against five.

Three against five.

She's a Santee all right.

Not out here, she isn't.

You get back in that sitting room

and put out the candles.

Jubal!

It's the wagon...
They're gonna bust through.

Get around it!

Get him inside.

Let's rush 'em.

Let me go.
I'm all right.

Too much for me, Indian.
I'm getting out of here.

You stay here!

Chad!

Jubal.

Jubal.

I...

I tried to roll back
the years, Chad.

I did my best.

It's just like it was, Jubal.

Just like it was.

Luck to you, Chad.

How long can this go on?

Well, the good lord's arranged

a pretty exact schedule.

Well, don't you want
to see your daughter?

- A girl.
- Hallelujah!

How about that?

Rose...

We'll have to get a name for her.

Well, I thought
we could name her...

Jubilee.

Jubal-Lee.

Jubilee Santee.

Luck to you, baby.