All the Pretty Horses Page #3

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You're probably right.

I'm glad to hear you say it.

It don't change nothing though.

My name's John Grady Cole.

My name is Alejandra.

I know.

I hoped that you would come.

I come because I thought|you'd be here.

I know.

My granddaddy lived his whole life|on that ranch.

Seventy-four years.

Seem there could hardly be one|without the other.

I guess...

...the country lasts forever,|and people ain't but for a while.

And how will you live now?

Where will your home be?

What's wrong?

I dreamed about you last night.

What did you dream about?

Someday I may tell you.

But not tonight.

Do I have something in my nose?

No. I have something in my nose.

Do you like him?

A hell of a horse.

I want to ride him.

What?

I want to ride him.

When?

Now.

- I want to now.|- He don't have a saddle.

I know.

I don't think the patrn would want me|to give him to you without a saddle.

Your father.

Get down.

- Are you sure about this?|- Yes!

Hurry.

Well, what do you aim to do|with your horse?

I want you to take him|back to the barn.

Somebody's going to see me.

Fixing to get me in trouble.

You are in trouble.

I am Seorita Alfonsa.

I'm John Grady Cole.

I'm happy that you have come.

Alejandra will be in Mexico City|with her mother for two weeks.

Then she'll be here for the summer.

Alejandra and I disagree strongly.

In fact, I...

She's so much like me|at that age that I...

I seem at times to be struggling|with my own past self.

So you see, I cannot help but be|sympathetic to Alejandra.

But I won't have her unhappy.

I won't have her spoken ill of...

...or gossiped about.

I know what that is.

It is not proper for you to be seen|riding in campo together...

...without supervision.

I considered whether to speak|to my niece about it, but I...

I've decided not.

What do you want me to do?

I want you to be considerate|of a young girl's reputation.

I never meant not to be.

I believe you.

But you see...

...this is another country.

Here, a woman's reputation|is all she has.

There's no forgiveness...

...for women.

A man may lose his honor and regain|it again, but a woman cannot.

I guess I'd have to say|that don't seem right.

It's not a matter of right.

It's a matter of who must say.

And in this matter, I get to say.

What is it?

You're going to wake Esteban.

Then invite me in.

What did she say to you? My aunt?

You want to sit down?

Go on.

What did she say to you?

Didn't she tell you what she said?

Of course she did.

What did she say?

She said she didn't want me being seen|with you in the campo.

And you agreed?

- You are afraid of her.|- No.

Just like everyone else.

It ain't like that.

I hate the way she treats me.

I thought you were my friend.

You tell me what you want me to do.

I'll do anything you say.

How's it going, Esteban?

See you after a while.

I know the old man likes you...

...that don't mean he'll sit|for you courting his daughter.

Yeah, I know.

Well, I don't see you holding|no aces, bud.

I see you fixing to get us fired|and throwed off this place.

Take it easy, bud.

Get up!

Get up!

What's this all about?

No talking!

Yes, but I don't understand--

You understand "shut up"?

Let's go.

I ain't above whipping your ass,|you know.

Don't you think if we're|gonna get out of this...

...we might think about how|to get out of it together?

Like the way we got in it?

You think it was Rocha?

You think he sold us down the river?

I tried to reason with you.|Tried many times.

I know.

Some things ain't reasonable.

Look, I'm the same man|you crossed that river with.

How I was is how I am.

And all I know to do is stick.

I don't believe in signing on|just till it quit suiting you.

You either stick or you quit.

I wouldn't quit you.|I don't care what you done.

That's about all I got to say.

I never quit you.

All right.

Hey, y'all.

Oh, God help me.

How long you been in here?

I don't know.

A long time.

- At least a month.|- You told them to hunt us?

No, I wouldn't do nothing like it.

Bullshit.

They wouldn't hunt us if they got|that horse back. He done something.

It was my damn horse. My gun too.

- What did you do?|- Nothing nobody else wouldn't.

Did you come back here?

You're damn right I did.

Oh, Jesus, oh, God.

What did you do?

What are they accusing him of?

Murder.

He killed a man?

Three.

Said he killed three men.

That's a damn lie.

Don't step in the bucket.

We're dead.

We're dead men.

I knew it'd come to this|from the first moment--

Don't start. That won't help.

Ain't but one of them died.

Tell me what happened.

Well, I got me a job on this farm.

Saved me up some money.

Then I rode back here|to get my pistol.

I seen it sticking in the son of a|b*tch's belt, so I just grabbed it.

And shot him.

He come at me.|What choice did I have?

What choice--?

By the time I got back to the spring|where my horse was...

...they caught back up with me.

And the old boy, I shot off his horse.

He throwed down on me with a shotgun.

A rurales? Did you shoot a rurales?

Yeah.

Dead?

Yeah.

What do you think they mean to do?

Send me to the penitentiary.

You won't be that lucky.

Well, I'm too young to hang.

They'll lie about your age.

There's no capital punishment here.

- You knew they'd hunt us.|- Was I supposed to send a telegram?

- What happened to your feet?|- They busted them.

They didn't give you no bandages?

No.

Oh, sh*t.

Tell them whatever they want to hear.|It won't matter.

What did you say?

Told them we was murderers|and horse thieves. You will too.

Your friend told us everything.

Better that you do the same|to avoid some trouble.

You had no right to beat up|on that boy.

We know nothing about Blevins.|He asked to ride with us.

We know nothing about that horse.

It got away from him in the storm|and showed up here.

That's when the trouble started.

We been working for Seor Rocha going|on three months down at La Purisima.

You went down there and told him lies.

Rawlins is as good a boy as ever|come out of Tom Green County.

Is that the criminal, Smith?

His name is Rawlins. He ain't|a criminal. I grew up with him.

The assassin Blevins,|he did not have any documents.

- He lost his clothes.|- He lost his clothes?

He has no feathers.

- He what?|- He has no feathers.

I wouldn't know anything about that.

That don't interest me.

Why does he come here|and steal horses?

- It was his horse.|- No, it's not.

You have it your own ignorant way.

As far as I know, that horse is his.

He had it in Texas and I saw him bring|it to Mexico across a river.

That is not the facts.

We can make the truth here.|Or we can lose it here.

But in three days, you're going to be|going to Saltillo.

Then it'll be too late for the truth.

Too late.

Because you'll be in the hands|of other peoples...

...and who's to say what the truth|will be then?

And then you'll think|about this day...

...and you'll blame yourself.

There ain't but one truth.

Truth is not what come out|of somebody's mouth.

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