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Hyah!

♪

I don't know.

This trail may be ten miles shorter than the old one,

but it leads right into the heart

of the Shoshone country, and I don't like it.

Major, you know the Shoshone won't bother us,

unless we give them a reason to.

Yeah. Of course,

if you don't wanna risk it,

a man your age, I'd understand.

Listen here, McCullough, one of these days,

I'm gonna forget that I've got 25 pounds on you...

Major.

And I'm gonna pound a little respect

into that thick skull of yours.

Major. Yeah, what is it?

Take a look over there.

They got him hung out to dry

like a suit of Wooster's old underwear.

Come on.

ADAMS: Pawnee?

Yeah, and he must be quite a warrior to deserve this.

This is a special kind of Shoshone execution

they reserve for their most highly respected enemies.

He still alive?

Yeah, he's breathin'.

Looks like he's been here about three days.

Cut him down.

McCULLOUGH: Shoshone aren't gonna like that, Major.

I never left a man strung up for the coyotes yet, whether he's red or white,

and I'm not gonna start now.

That's very commendable,

but this is the work of a big war party...

Maybe 50 of them.

I think you'd better explain that to 'em.

That's your job, McCullough.

Let me know when you find out what they say.

I'll do that.

Get him on your horse, Bill.

Take him back to camp.

Señor. Señor Naughton.

I fear your father grows impatient for the spare rim.

My father, Mr. Salazar?

You wouldn't be meaning my sister?

Ah, perhaps señorita Naughton also mentioned it.

Well, next time, I'll let Mary do the hammerin'.

Sí.

Señor, mira.

Tim Naughton!

Ohh.

Uhh.

What have you got in that trunk?

Chinaware.

And whose is it?

Yours. 'Tis part of your dowry, as you well know.

Then why do you toss it around like it was nothing more than a sack of potatoes?

Toss it? 'Tis all I can do to lift it.

Ohh! My back's broke for sure.

If you can carry that around with you, you can carry anything.

Not a drip have I had in a month, and I'm seeing things.

'Tis a savage the major's brought back.

Charlie, help Bill put this fella in the supply wagon.

Yes, sir.

He doesn't look very savage to me.

Pawnee, ain't he?

That's right.

What's he doing here?

He's a guest.

Charlie, you better throw some blankets on top of him.

He'll probably have a chill when he wakes up.

Yes, sir. Come on, Charlie, turn him around.

Right, right.

Let's get him up in there.

Major, I just don't cotton to Indians at all.

Well, I'm not particularly partial to 'em myself.

You trying to tell me something, Tanner?

It's said.

I don't aim to drive no wagon with a Pawnee at my back.

And how would you like one at your front, señor?

He ain't no Indian!

He's a white man, Charlie.

Put that gun down, boy.

You haven't got a chance.

A man who is willing to take a chance always has one.

I would not try that, amigo.

There's 20 guns here. You won't get 10 yards.

Alone, maybe not...

but with the señorita here as hostage...

Hostage? You heathen!

Stay back, señor.

Whatever you are, you've got nothing to fear

from the people on this train,

but if you take that girl,

I promise you I'll tie you back on those Shoshone stakes myself!

I did not ask you to cut me down.

It is an honor to die on the stakes,

but you and your kind would not understand.

Señor, the major is right.

You are among friends.

Are you, señor?

Sí. Your enemies are out there, not here.

Surrender the gun.

Your word I accept...

but I surrender to no white man.

Señorita, your prisoner.

He's done, boys, take 'im!

Leave him alone!

Major, he is a countryman of mine.

Con permiso, I will care for him.

He's a renegade, I say leave him.

Leave me at him for five minutes!

Leave him alone, I said!

All right, Don Luis, you're welcome to him.

Renegade white or Indian... he stays with us till he can walk.

We're not gonna lose any more time.

Gracias.

We're not?

What if the Shoshone come after him?

We'll handle that if and when it happens.

McCullough will give us plenty of warning.

We take care of him till he's able to take care of himself.

Seems like the decent thing to do.

You're not in Ireland, Naughton.

A man who'd turn his back on his own people

wouldn't know the meaning of the word "decent."

I said he stays with us!

Charlie, you drive for Don Luis,

and don't forget your gun.

No, sir.

Come on, Bill, let's get moving.

We can't talk our way to California.

Mr. Salazar, you'll be needing blankets and a warm jacket.

Sí.

Jocko, that sweater of yours...

Oh, now, just a minute, Mary.

And, Father, that rag quilt,

it's in the wagon in that big trunk.

You know, he didn't fool me none.

Indians turn red when they get cold, and he's blue. Ha ha.

Is she still back there in Salazar's wagon?

She is.

Nursin' that heathen.

Shameful!

"Shameful..."

I used that same word when your mother

gave a dying English soldier a drink of water

30 years ago.

I was wrong, Jocko, and so are you.

Mary may have a firm hand and a hard Irish head,

but her heart has never been in the wrong place.

The man needs help, and her intentions are good.

Well, so are mine.

His pulse seems stronger, Mr. Salazar.

He will be all right.

Exposure and hunger are a condition of life out here.

What will this hard country do for us, I wonder?

It is what you will do for the country.

California needs strong men like your brother and father.

Jocko and Tim?

A bull who'd rather fight than eat?

And a saloon-keeper who'd rather talk than make a profit.

It's they that need California.

I wonder who he is.

There is intelligence and breeding here,

yet he chose to live as an Indian.

Who can tell except himself?

I will go sit with Wooster.

He will awaken soon.

If he does, call.

I can take care of myself, Mr. Salazar.

Your brogue has a familiar sound, señorita,

the sound of Ireland.

Pretending, you were.

And what would a savage like you be knowing of Ireland?

It is far away,

the hills are green,

and its women are very beautiful.

Well, either you've been there yourself

or you've been with your Indian friends too long.

Now, you just stay quiet.

Anything you say, señorita.

Then please let me go.

What do you fear?

Yourself?

It's my own fault, trying to take care of the likes of you.

I'm grateful for your care.

Your Indian friends were right.

You belong on them stakes.

Your voice says one thing,

but your lips say another.

You're worse than a heathen!

You're an animal!

Any sign of the Indian?

The Mexican boy's in Salazar's wagon, Tanner.

Been holed up there all day.

I wonder who he really is.

Don't matter much, as far as I'm concerned.

Indian or renegade Mexican... They both mean trouble.

I'll tell you one thing, he so much as blinks an eye at me,

I'll close it for good.

I'd think about that twice if I were you, Tanner.

Evenin', Don Luis.

Evening, Major.

Coffee, Major?

Who made that, Charlie?

I did.

No, thank you.

Tell me, Don Luis, how's your patient?

Is he able to talk yet?

Sí. He is able, but not very willing.

Oh, I think he'll talk to me, all right.

That depends on what you want to talk about, Major.

Well, young fella, let's, uh...

let's just start at the beginnin'.

Who are you, anyhow?

That is the wrong place to start.

For ten years, I have been with the Pawnee.

You need to know nothing more.

Oh?

Let me tell you something, young fella.

What you were doesn't matter to me one way or the other,

long as it doesn't affect this train, is that clear?

It's clear.

How come the Shoshone had you strung up out there?

We raided their village to get some horses.

Then we got careless.

Who's we?

My brothers, the Pawnee. Now they are dead.

The major saved your life, amigo.

Why did you turn a gun on him?

I need no man's help.

I hope you're right about that.

'Bout the end of the week, we'll be in Pawnee country.

You can stay with the train till then,

but if you cause any more trouble,

I'll hand you back to the Shoshone without a second thought.

Major, what if they come after him?

He needs no man's help. You heard him, Charlie.

Keep an eye on him, Don Luis.

There's a lot of people on this train

that don't like white renegades.

I'm beginning to see their point.

Charlie, get Bill and saddle up, will ya?

I want you to ride a circle, a wide one,

and see if you can find any trace of McCullough.

Keep your eyes open for the Shoshone, too.

Yes, sir.

The major takes his job seriously, no?

The wagon train has much to fear from a Shoshone war party.

As a Pawnee, you should know that.

I know nothing of wagon trains...

nor should you.

What is a Spanish-born Californian doing with these Americanos?

A Californian is an Americano, amigo.

I was commissioned by the governor

and sent to Washington to look up certain Spanish land grants

in Northern California.

Northern California?

Sí. I was alcalde of Monterey there.

Part of my commission was to trace heirs.

Were you successful?

In some cases, sí.

You know California, amigo?

You have the mind of an inquisitor, Don Luis.

And the touch of a doctor.

No. I am guilty of the first, but not of the second.

Señorita Naughton bound your wrists.

Then I am indebted to her on two counts.

Where is she?

Since early this morning,

she has been with her father and mother?

Her brother es un toro, amigo...

with a temper to match.

I do not think he would welcome a visit from you.

Do not be alarmed, señorita.

I have come to thank you, for the bandages.

You're very welcome, sir.

You are not wanted here, man.

What will it be?

The sword? Or the harp?

What would you be knowing of "The Minstrel Boy"?

Por favor, señor.

♪ The Minstrel Boy to the war is gone ♪

♪ In the ranks of death, you'll find him ♪

♪ His father's sword he has girded on ♪

♪ And his wild harp slung behind him ♪

♪ Land of Song ♪

♪ Said the warrior bard ♪

♪ Though all the world betrays thee ♪

♪ One sword ♪

♪ At least, thy rights ♪

♪ Shall guard ♪

♪ One faithful harp ♪

♪ Shall praise thee! ♪

♪ Thy songs were made for the brave and free ♪

♪ And they ne'er ♪

♪ Shall sound ♪

♪ In slavery ♪

That was truly beautiful.

I've never heard Tom Moore done better.

Where did you learn that?

My father.

Your father?

His name was Joseph Moran.

He was...

TIM: He was a long way from home.

Jose Moran of Monterey?

You...

then you are Jose Maria Moran.

Why didn't you tell us this before, Moran?

Because Don Luis is mistaken.

Jose Maria Moran of Monterey is dead.

I am a Pawnee.

You are Californian.

I have the title to Hacienda Moran in my trunk.

Jose and Maria Moran would want their son to claim it.

They are dead, Don Luis.

So is their son.

Buenas noches.

ADAMS: Moran.

You know this country pretty well, don't you?

Like you know your wagon train, Major.

I think it's about time you started earning your keep.

I want you to take a little ride with Charlie here,

find us a place for a night camp where there's water

and the best trail through that high country up ahead.

Have you no scout?

Yeah, I got a scout, but he's a little busy right now

trailin' those Shoshone friends of yours.

Then he won't come back.

Lakota cares for gringos even less than I do.

McCullough will come back, all right.

Now get started.

Oh, and, Moran, remember what I told ya...

All I need is one excuse, just one.

Charlie, you ride well?

Just like General Santa Ana himself.

Come on.

You pulled a gun on this train once before,

and I let you get away with it.

I told ya what'd happen to you if you did it again.

Let me have him, Major. I'll break him of that gun habit!

Stay out of it!

I don't want to kill you, boy, but, so help me,

if I have to, I will.

You had another intruder, Major.

Glory be, a snake!

No, señor Naughton, a dead snake.

Is there anyone else on your wagon train

who could hit a 2-inch target at 20 paces?

TANNER: It's dead center.

Gracias, amigo.

Gracias, yourself.

Now we ride, no?

No. I mean, yeah, sure.

Ha.

Why'd you grow so big?

Hyah!

Hyah!

Why is it when I make a mistake

it has to be such a loud one?

Tell me, Major, are you glad you picked him up?

Did I have any choice, Don Luis?

Gracias.

De nada.

You look like you carry the problems of the world, Don Luis.

Hmm. No. Only the problems of the village of Monterey,

and you could help me solve one of them.

I cannot go back.

That you must know.

Don Luis, Major Adams would like to see you.

Oh, but Major Adams just...

Gracias, señorita.

It wasn't a very good excuse, was it?

No, señorita.

Well, it was alone I wanted you,

it's alone I've got you.

Mr. Moran, we owe you an apology.

Apology?

No. You owe me nothing.

Nothing? You saved my life!

And you're still my prisoner, remember?

I also took liberties with you.

That score is even.

I'm still your prisoner.

What is your pleasure, Mary?

My pleasure, Joseph Mary, is you.

Come with us, back to your home.

Why did you tell Don Luis you couldn't go back?

Is there someone else?

No.

No one else.

Only the past.

Ohh.

But you're wrong, Joseph Mary.

There is a present...

and a future.

JOCKO: Mary!

You'll be returnin' to the wagon.

Now, Jocko, don't be foolish.

About foolishness, you know more than I,

but about this man, I know.

He's a renegade and an outcast.

And it's also pretty plain to see

that he's cast some sort of a spell upon you.

TANNER: Hey, fight!

Moran and Naughton!

This is nothing at all that cannot be settled man to man.

ADAMS: How's that, Tim?

Why, by the only way, by the sport of gentlemen,

void of vain pretense,

the grand old Irish art of self-defense.

It's all right with me if they're agreeable.

Ho ho ho ho. Oh, Christmas came early this year.

And will you fight, Moran?

ADAMS: It'll be a fair fight, if that's what's worrying you.

I'll fight.

Say, Tim, isn't that expression supposed to be,

"the grand old English art of self-defense"?

Not in Dublin, it isn't.

Oh?

Gentlemen,

the two principals

have agreed to settle a difference in this ring.

It'll be a finish fight

under London Prize Ring rules

strictly enforced by the referee... meself.

A man may be knocked down or thrown down.

After 30 seconds, he must come to scratch.

If he fails to toe the mark in that time,

he will be declared the loser.

Come on, Tim, get it over with.

You runnin' for office or somethin'?

It's the Lord Mayor himself! Ha ha ha!

Mr. Naughton will be assisted by Mr. Wooster.

Good boy, Charlie!

Mr. Moran's second will be Major Adams.

Boo! He don't need a second!

And you boys at the corners of the ropes,

hold them tight, mind ya, now.

Gentlemen, prepare to come to scratch.

Jocko, now, you go out there, keep your left up,

you stay away from him, you understand?

Ha. You do what the old man says,

we're liable to win this fight in the first round.

Moran, you know anything about fightin'?

I can fight.

Yeah, I know, with a knife or a gun,

but this is with your bare fists.

Now, you gotta keep your left foot out in front of ya.

Keep your left hand high out here, see? Understand?

I can fight.

Well... You know, Bill,

I'm beginning to think I might enjoy this after all.

Just go right ahead, son, go right ahead.

Time! Round one!

Keep your left up. Like I told you. Keep it up!

MAN: Give it to him! Give it to him!

ADAMS: Well, Bill, there's the end of round one.

Get the box.

Boy, I've been managing fighters all my life.

Never been knocked out yet.

Just keep that left up, and you got it.

Get some water.

Here.

What was it you were telling me

about your fighting ability, boy?

Ha ha. No?

TIM: Time! Round two!

Keep your left up.

All right, go out there.

Get the box, Bill.

Come on here, bub.

Come on, come on, get to it, come on.

Give me some water.

Now, will you listen to me?

Keep your left hand up,

and throw your right this time, throw that punch.

Time! Round three!

Come on, boy, get in there and do it.

MAN: Hit him, Jocko! You got him, boy!

Jocko! Ohh!

CHARLIE: Attaboy, Jock.

Come on, boy, come on, boy.

Get up here, son, come on. Come here.

You all right, boy?

Water. Water.

Now, listen, he's opened the gates for ya.

Now you fight him any way you want to.

Just get him down. Body, anything else.

Now, get in there and do it, boy.

TIM: Time! Round four!

MAN: Watch out!

You okay, Jocko?

Get the box.

MAN: You can still do it, boy.

Is that better?

You bet it's better.

Here. You're doin' just fine, boy, just fine.

Keep doing the same thing, same thing.

Now, Jocko...

now, you go out there and give him

some of his own medicine this time.

Now, watch him, get in there, watch him.

TIM: Time! Round five!

On your feet, lad.

Have you no pride?

Give me a hand.

MAN: Come on, boy, get up!

Jocko, I think you're doing something wrong.

I haven't figured it out yet.

Oh, boy.

Jocko.

That's the stuff, that's the stuff.

That took some steam out of him. Here.

Don't you start worrying now, Jocko, I ain't.

Good boy.

You can do it, too.

This round, you go out there and just tear him apart,

both hands, you understand?

Both hands, just tear him apart.

TIM: Time! Round six!

MAN: Get him, Jocko!

Jocko, now, take it easy.

Come on, Moran! Watch out for him, Jocko!

Look at him fight now.

That's it, that's it!

Left hand, left hand!

Ow, that hurt! Look at him!

Use your right!

Hook, hook, hook with him! Hook!

Come on, get up there!

Jocko, get up! Don't give up now!

Well, what do you know!

Jocko can still lick him.

What a guy, I'm on his side.

Moran's okay.

- What happened, Jocko? - Give me a hand.

That did it, boy. Jocko's punched out.

Next round will finish him. There you are.

Come on.

He's bad, this time.

Oh, boy, he's bad. Look out. Look out.

Will he come out for it?

He'll just about make it.

Then he'll win.

My hands are broken.

No. Are you sure?

Sí.

Time! Round seven!

Help him up, Leroy.

You can do it, Jocko. I know you can.

ADAMS: That's all there is, folks.

Moran's hands are broken.

It's Jocko's fight.

MAN: Hooray, Jocko!

Oh, sure. I knew it all the time.

Hey, Jocko, you had me worried for a while.

What was you trying to do,

make me look bad in front of these wagon train people?

Looked like it to me.

MAN: Moran's okay.

Looks like you got it done, boy.

Moran, when you watch a man fight,

you learn a whole lot about his machinery.

I like the way yours works.

If you don't let go, you'll make an honest man of me.

Why did you do it?

He needed to win. I didn't.

You're my man.

Good evening, Major.

Well, Mr. McCullough, where you been?

Or am I speaking to Lewis and Clark?

Been following a thick-headed wagon master's orders.

Did you find the Shoshone?

No, but they found me.

You might be interested in what they have to say.

War arrows.

Mm-hmm, and there's a lot more where they came from.

It's a big war party.

We got any way out?

Yeah. Surrender the Pawnee that you cut down.

That Pawnee I cut down happens to be a white man.

What if we don't surrender him?

They'll still come and get him.

ADAMS: There's one thing you should know...

the Shoshone are well-armed,

and they're wearing enough paint to start five wars.

Now, they want Moran.

There's three things we can do.

The first choice is the easy one...

We can give 'em Moran.

Secondly, we can hitch up right now

and bend every yoke for the high country before they jump us.

And thirdly, we can stick every rifle we've got down their throats.

It might just be that they'd get discouraged and back off.

A wagon train is like a rolling fort,

and the Shoshone know that.

Maybe they don't want Moran that badly.

Supposin' they do want him that bad? Then what?

In that case, Mr. Tanner, we fight.

Fight? Risk the whole train for one man?

A man that's more Indian than white?

MAN: That's right.

I know the odds are long and the stakes are high,

but a man's life, whatever he is,

doesn't come cheap.

And there's one other thing you should consider...

the Shoshone have left us pretty much alone in the past

simply because we never backed off from them,

but if we give in one inch now,

they're liable to take the next train that comes through here.

That's all I've got to say, folks.

What happens to Moran is gonna be up to you,

but I want you to think about it.

Jose Maria Moran.

Major.

This Moran fella...

did he say he was from California?

Well, he's a Pawnee by adoption.

He didn't say why.

That figures.

I mean, a man usually hides when...

he's got a price on his head.

Run over that again, McCullough.

It's got to be the same man.

I mean, a name like that doesn't come along twice.

A name like what, señor?

Jose Maria Moran.

What's on your mind, Flint?

California.

Joaquin Murrieta.

You know, Murrieta's become a legend out there.

Part of the legend deals with a lieutenant of his,

a boy they called El Gringo.

Mexicans around Sacramento even sing a song about him.

He disappeared just before Murrieta was taken,

and he hasn't been heard of since.

I think he'd be just about your age.

What's the connection, Flint?

Well, unless I'm mistaken, El Gringo's real name was Jose Maria Moran.

Moran, is that true?

I rode with Murrieta for 11 months.

Murrieta. The worst killer ever born, and you was with him,

and the major wants us to risk our lives for a killer.

I say let the Shoshone have him and welcome!

Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

Listen to me.

All of you, listen to me!

Would you condemn this man without a hearing?

Without knowing why he joined Murrieta?

Or why he left him?

He's a renegade, he's a killer...

That's hearing enough for me.

I am not asking you to fight for him.

I'm asking you to listen to me!

You go ahead, Don Luis.

They'll listen to ya.

Gracias, Major.

Thirty-one years ago,

Jose and Maria Moran built a hacienda near the pueblo of Monterey.

They prospered there.

They were a respected and peace-loving people.

A few years later,

the war between Mexico and the United States broke out.

They refused to take up arms, and so did their son.

Then came the armies, all through California.

Some of them marched by the hacienda.

A shot was fired, a mistake, an accident...

No one knows.

But when it was over,

Hacienda Moran was in ashes,

and so were the bodies of Jose and Maria Moran.

They said it was regrettable,

a tragic incident,

but try to explain this to an 18-year-old boy,

who watched his parents die.

In the case of Jose Maria Moran,

no one tried to explain this to him,

except Murrieta,

and bandit though Murrieta was,

he suffered the same kind of a loss.

That is why he listened to him.

That is why he rode with him.

I, for one, would like to know why he left him.

Because the way of Murrieta was not my way.

It could not restore life...

only take it away.

I left Murrieta...

found my way to the Pawnee.

They offered me a new way of life with no yesterday...

and no tomorrow.

Tanner, you're from Georgia.

What did you do when Sherman made his march to the sea?

I can tell you in two words... You fought.

Dane, you're a jayhawker.

What did you do when John Brown's boys

hit your part of the country?

We've all had the same kind of experience

once in our life at least.

Man's willingness to stand up and be counted,

to fight for what he believes in...

That's what makes this country great.

And, Tim,

the same thing goes for your native land.

I don't have to ask you what you were doing

when the Queen's soldiers stormed Dublin. I know.

And Moran did the same thing... he fought!

Major, if you please.

I'm not one at making speeches, but...

well, there is something I'd like to say.

A man's past is just that, to my mind.

What really counts is what he's got in here,

and Moran showed me that he's sand

all the way to his boots.

He took the best I had,

and he gave me back better.

The fight was my fault, not his.

The winner was Moran, not I.

I was licked entirely, and he knew it.

So I don't care if...

he's an Indian or a Mexican...

a bandit or an Irishman.

What matters to me is that he is a man.

TIM: I'm thinking the lad's paid his price,

if there's any to pay.

Besides, I've heard so much about the Shoshones,

I'm interested.

I'll stand with Jocko and Moran.

What about you, Tanner?

Well, it's been mighty quiet the last few weeks.

Bring on the Shoshones.

Bill, you take care of the stock.

Charlie, break out all the extra rifles with ammunition.

Close the gaps between your wagons,

put up your barricades, keep the canvases wet,

and get the women and children clear!

I don't understand.

They are going to fight.

It seems you are no longer a Pawnee warrior.

Well, Moran, are you taking root?

Arm yourself.

Oh, Mr. Salazar, about the Shoshone,

now, how are they at hand-to-hand fighting?

That is a very good question.

Now, what was that you were telling me about having no people?

I was wrong.

About everything?

Almost everything.

What are you waiting for, then?

As your brother said, I'd better arm myself.

Everything all set back there?

Yeah, it's all set.

The Shoshone are in for quite a surprise.

Quite a company you got gathered here.

Yeah, we'd be in real good shape if we just had a... scout.

Major. Yeah.

Un momento, por favor.

Well, keep them on their toes, boy.

I'll do that, Major.

You got trouble, Don Luis?

Yes and no.

Jose Maria, what's this all about?

It's simple, Major.

If I am gone, the Shoshone will not attack.

You're out of your head.

There's a war party out there.

You'll never get anyplace all alone.

Can your wagon train, Major?

These people are willing to fight for me.

This is the least I can do for them.

It is useless, Major. He is determined to leave.

You cannot stop him.

No, I suppose not.

Not unless we hogtied him.

Tell them, all of them,

I wish them peace and happiness.

All right, I'll tell 'em.

Suerte, Major.

You're the one that's gonna need the luck, boy.

Amigo.

Oh. One more thing...

the señorita Mary, will you tell her for me...

Tell her what, Joseph Mary?

You wanted someone else to say goodbye for you?

Yes, querida. Someone else.

It would have been easier.

Easier?

How can you make dying any easier?

By facing it.

By not being afraid.

That way you die but once.

You can't go alone.

You're not alone, not anymore.

Sí.

That is the reason I must go, alone.

But why?

Listen to me.

Listen and remember.

When I came to this wagon train,

I was nothing.

I had nothing.

And I wanted nothing!

But now I have everything, Maria.

And I want even more.

But all this is not really mine yet.

The Shoshone must be paid,

but not with the blood of these people.

They are looking for a Pawnee warrior,

a renegade with a price on his head,

emptiness in his heart.

Instead they will find Jose Maria Moran,

a man who has found his people.

What does it matter if you're dead?

It will matter.

A man who has a reason to live dies hard.

Adiós, querida mia.

What's going on, Major?

Nothin', Charlie.

Go on back to your wagon and get ready to roll.

Roll? What about the Shoshones?

Not gonna be any Shoshones.

Tell Bill to pass the word we're getting ready to pull out.

Yes, sir.

Wagons ho!

You know, I'm wondering if those historians are right,

the ones that claim St. Patrick was Spanish.

Well, maybe...

maybe he was half-Spanish anyway.

Git on there! Come on!

He's got about one chance in a thousand, Major.

Well, I got a hunch that's all he'll need.

Fellas like Moran don't die easy, Flint.

They're too stubborn.

You know, I wouldn't be surprised

if he met us in Sacramento when we pulled in.

He'll need an awful lot of luck.

Yup.

Buenas suerte, Jose Maria Moran.

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