Bandolero! Page #4

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Hell, he wouldn't harm a hair

on her head, laddie.

She's a lady. Treat her like one.

It's time you got some sleep.

How far are we going, July?

I mean, are we just gonna...

...keep following them

till we come up on them...

...or what?

No matter how far they go?

That's right.

Suppose they just keep

going on forever?

Then we'll just keep going on forever.

What if we lose them?

There's only a couple of places

they could be headed.

There's only a couple of places

with water.

I won't lose them.

I'll find them, or I'll find their bones,

but I won't lose them.

Hold up, July!

This don't make sense no more, July.

- What don't make sense, Hawkins?

- We've come too far already.

Ain't no telling where we'll end up,

dead most likely, if we keep going.

You wanna turn back?

Wanting ain't part of it.

I'm turning back.

Anybody going with me?

Ain't nobody coming with me?

Maybe he's right, Johnson.

It don't make no sense no more.

I mean, it just don't make sense.

Goodbye, Ross, Hawkins.

You coming with us?

It's not the Bishop gang he's after now,

it's the Stoner woman.

Just like Carter said.

Hey! Wait up there! Wait for me!

What are you hurrying so for? That sheriff

can't go any faster than we can.

Are you giving out, Pop?

Oh, it's just that I don't see no sense

in hurrying, that's all.

So the old bastardo is not as tough

as he smells.

How can two brothers be so different?

Who, Mace? Oh, he believes

in the goodness of his fellow man.

He's never seen it,

but he believes in it.

I don't believe in it.

- What do you believe in?

- I believe in myself.

You fool nobody but yourself.

And I don't believe you even do that.

You really think you had a hard life,

don't you, Dee?

- You don't understand.

- No?

What would you know about

having to scrape for a living?

I could tell you a lot

about the hard life...

...but you'd have to live it

to understand it.

Yes, I believe that.

Johnson!

We ain't going no further. This is it.

We're turning back.

- All of you?

- All of us.

- You just ain't gonna find them.

- I'll find them.

Do you know how big this country is?

Why, it just swallowed them up.

- For all we know, they...

- Now, who's missing?

We came into that pass with 10 men.

I count eight of us now.

Clyde Anderson ain't with us, July.

Wade Phillips is missing too.

July.

All right, Cort, you and the men can

ride back home if you want to.

Course, that's the only way.

Unless you wanna ride

All right, then.

You stay here till we get back.

Stay where you are.

You wouldn't recognize him anyway.

I reckon the other one's

around here somewhere.

- The Indians, July?

- No, bandits.

If you wanna ride for home,

you leave right now from here.

I'll understand. I'll tell the others

I sent you home to report.

I'll stay with you, July.

Now, you don't have to.

I just want you to know that.

No, I'll stick.

Then if anybody ever says to me:

"Did you ride all over Mexico

with July Johnson?"

I can say to him, "Yep...

...I rode all over Mexico

with July Johnson."

You're a good boy. I always said it.

You stop picking your nose, boy.

It ain't mannerly.

- You had no call to do that.

- Now, none of your lip.

You're raising up your boy

to be a good Christian, I see.

I'm learning him

what my pa learned me.

The Almighty rest his damn bones.

There's three things

a man ought never do:

Spit in church, scratch himself

in front of his ma...

...and pick his nose. Yes, sir.

That's what my pa learned me,

and it stood me in good stead.

I don't imagine your pa

ever mentioned...

...shooting people and burning houses

and things like that.

I'm talking about mannerly things,

Mr. Bishop.

I ain't talking about making a living.

Oh.

What the hell, Bishop?

You were leaning on my saddle,

Mr. Chaney.

You lean on your own saddle.

Babe, get out there

and see if anything's moving.

Dee.

- Something wrong?

- Things have been wrong a long time.

Don't you think it's about time

we have a talk?

- Well, I'll tell you the truth...

- Yeah, liars always start that way.

No, Mace, I'll tell you the truth.

I can't remember a single instance

where talking's ever...

...gotten me anyplace.

But go ahead. Tell me what you wanna

talk about, maybe I'll join you.

All right. I wanna talk about us

having a place of our own.

Our own ranch.

How's that sound to you?

Not worth a rooster without a hen.

How come? Seems to me

I can remember back to a time...

...you wanted a place

of your own awful bad.

That was before the war.

We were younger then.

Well, not that much younger.

Young enough to think

about a good woman.

You know how long it's been since

I been with a woman I could respect?

I may not be good, but I sure do know

what good's supposed to be.

We were young enough back in

those days to think about children.

You're not saying

you're too old to be a father?

I'm just saying you reach a time

when all them things are lost to you.

They're not lost to you, Dee.

They're not lost.

You may have thrown some of them

away. They're not lost to you.

Get up, Babe.

Get up!

Honest, Dee, I wasn't gonna do

nothing but kiss her.

Well, what's wrong

with a little old kiss?

Ain't nothing wrong

with a little old kiss, Dee.

A little old kiss never hurt nobody.

From now on, you and me are gonna be

close together whether you like it or not.

I can't stand the thought

of something like him...

...with his hands

on something like you.

I thought he was your friend.

He is, but that don't make him

any less disgusting.

Matter of fact,

all my friends are disgusting.

You take Pop, for instance.

He was due to be shot

the day he was born.

And that heart of his is nothing

but a festering sore.

His kid, he's something, ain't he?

If you feel that way about them,

why are you with them?

I know where they stand.

I've never known

where respectable people stood.

Maybe they don't know themselves.

You say the sheriff's

always wanted you?

He is a good man.

I...

I reckon he's got you

all to himself now.

He's a good man,

but I feel nothing for him.

Why do you laugh?

I was just thinking. We'd make

a perfect pair, you and me.

I'm broke, without a woman...

...and you're rich and without a man.

- This ain't Sabinas, is it, laddie?

- Is this what you brung us to?

This is the town.

Why, it's a ghost.

Looks that way, Mace.

Sure does look that way.

A lot of horses

through here lately, Dee.

Maybe not more than a day or so.

Mostly barefoot.

This is your country. What do you

think happened to these people?

Bandoleros.

They demand too much of the people.

When they grow tired

of being raided, they leave.

As they have done here.

You mean to say a whole town

just packs up and leaves...

...and never comes back?

Well, sometimes

they go to a larger town...

...where they can be protected

by the soldiers of Benito Jurez.

Mace, we'll put up over in that cantina.

That's the best place around.

What do you plan on doing now, Dee?

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