Barquero Page #2

Go on... Go on now. That's right.

Sit down!

Go on, snuggle up there... That's right.

He won't bite you... No.

- There's an Indian strolling around there. - What?

- There's an Indian out there. - Oh, no, no, no...

There was an Indian out there.

What is going on here anyway? What have

you done? Overcharging these fellows?

They are waiting for Jake Remy.

The last thing I heard

they were fighting in Mexico.

How many?

- How many are there?

- Calm down. Take it easy.

In just a minute and he's talking

his arm off. You just watch.

Alright, sonny. Come on. Let's go.

Walk. Slowly. Go, go on.

Yeah just keep walking.

Put one foot in front of the other.

Ants are useful creatures, you know?

Yes, sir.

Like you just take right now, for example...

if you want to get that shirt off lice,

them things will be overjoyed to do the job.

Look at them buggers eat...

Ain't they enjoying now?

Ants love lice, you know?

I'll tell it's a fact of life that

all God's creatures got to eat.

Now you take me. I've eaten everything

that walked, that swam, crawled, or rigged...

Even ate the soles of my moccasins one time...

Oh, yeah. The there was a time I ate black criquets.

Those were very lean times.

Hell, I even ate ants!

Hey. Come here.

This is what I call filling the meat bag...

Want you some? No?

That's too bad because if you don't eat them...

...they are gonna eat you . That's life.

Here. Come on.

- No! Wait, wait!

- Oh, you got something to say?

We were send ahead.

Remy and the rest were heading Buckskin.

They are on their way here.

What for?

He said:
what for?

- Here. Come on, now.

- Oh God, no!

Wait... There is more?

They get back to Mexico. Remy is gonna

burn the barge after he crosses the river.

He talked.

Now what the hell is the matter?

It looks like we're done bogged down, Jake.

- You want me to ride ahead?

- Yeah.

Driver, you take five men and go with him.

You get your ass down of the wagons

and put your shoulders on that wheel!

I was just thinking that same thing.

Give them a hand.

Hurry up, Kathy.

- Get everybody on that barge. Everybody!

- Yes.

You don't understand, everything I own is here.

I just can't leave my store!

Why don't we let just let them pass?

Maybe they won't make troubles.

- You are talking like a damn fool.

- Travis is right.

Jake Remy will use Lonely Dell to light a cigar.

He'll eats every one.

Boatman, Boatman!

You just best worry about crossing the river.

And hope that Remy don't show up with Moses's staff.

- Now get the hell out of here!

- Now you just listen to me, Travis...

Reverend, he's right. He is always right.

Now go on and get the hell out of here!

- You're not coming with us?

- In a minute.

We have to get that boat before it crosses the river.

- What the hell could have happened to Fair?!

- How the hell should I know?

Gentlemen, we go to work. You go there.

- Have you seen Roland?

- No, ma'am.

- Get on the barge!

- No, I have to find Roland - Get on the barge!

I just don't understand you, Fire Eyes.

To nanny a bunch of squads...

I don't neither. Come on.

These are fines shooting sticks, but

they ain't not good for this work.

- Hey, Fire Eyes. - Yeah?

Them boys are not quite to get.

I think so.

- Phil, get on the barge.

- Okay.

Move it. Move it.

Well, what now, General?

- You go over there.

- No, not me!

Maybe you're right. Nothing more we can do here.

Save your fight and your life for later.

- Thanks.

- You are welcome.

- Jacob! - What the hell happened?

- We could do nothing.

Where is Fair, Where is that bastard?

Well I don't know. But believe me,

all this shooting is to no good.

Cease fire!

Cease fire, damn it!

What are you thinking on doing now, Jake?

Shine it!

Jacob.

Jacob.

Will you cut me in on this trip?

For a buck a head there must be a lot.

- I'll think of it.

- Yeah.

You're all right, Susy?

Is everything okay? Samuel Smith,

Wright, McAdams, Williams.

A 50 yards apart. Come on.

Come on, boy. Get up.

Nolan, come on.

Hurry up!

Gibson. Gibson. Get up there!

Get on the pier!

Keep 50 yards apart. Hurry up!

Keep 50 yards apart. Hurry up. Come on!

- Hey Jake, I got an idea.

- Forget it. - Yeah, but Jake?

- Shut up, Happy.

- Yeah, I am shut.

Hey barquero!

I wanna talk to you.

- Hey boy... Go fetch him.

- Yes sir.

- Mr. Travis.

- Yeah. - Mr. Remy wants to talk to you.

I heard him. Tell him that I will

be with him in a minute.

- You'll be with him in a minute?

- I know what he wants. There's hurry.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Travis says, he won't talk

to him for a minute.

- Tell him. - Huh?

- Go on. Tell him.

Yes, sir.

- Are you the bargeman?

- No! I ain't him!

- What did he say?

- He is not the barquero.

- Mr. Remy!

- Yeah?

Mr. Travis, the fellow that owns the barge,

he said he will be with you in a minute...

What?

- Did you hear what he said? In a minute!

- Jacob remember, you need this man.

All right.

All right.

Do you have a match?

- You best take two.

- Thanks.

Are you the bargeman?

- Yeah!

- Listen, I want to buy your boat, fair and square.

I got this wagon load of silver here.

Bring it up!

Bring it up!

Look! All this's silver!

For your boat!

If you strike a bargain with me, we'll

cross peacefully, we'll hurt nobody...

- I got your word on that, huh?

- That's right.

- How about it?

- Well, I'll tell you Remy...

I sure got a fondness for this boat,

just as I would have for a good horse.

And I wouldn't sell this boat to any man unless I

really knew he'd love it, the same as I would a horse.

You wanna sell that boat, or not?

Did you ever own a boat before, Remy?

What did you say?

I said you would not sell your favorite horse

to a man who did not know its head from its tail.

What the hell is the head and tail of a boat?

Jake, he has no intention of selling you that boat.

I'll wipe you out!

I'll kill every last one of you!

No trickle of water is gonna stop me,

you hear me?

I will damn this stick and river with

your bodies! Every last one of you!

I swear I will.

- Well, here's my idea...

- You know what to do with it.

Travis.

I think we should seriously consider

let them have the barge.

- Remy has got no reason killing us.

- These kind don't need a reason to kill.

- But do we really hold them?

- Well, we got control of the river and if they cross...

Take them off.

- Maybe you like us to burn the barge, huh?

- And that is a good idea!

- Then maybe they leave. They'd have no reason to stay.

- That's my barge.

And nobody is gonna burn it.

Not you, not Remy.

Wolf is wolf and sheep is sheep.

You should not look for your grave, Fire Eyes.

Hey.

Why not have delivered you from settlers

and throw on with me? How would you like that?

- It sounds good.

- Will, come on! - Not now.

You mean... you're going to

make a stand with a bunch of squatters?

My ass...

with a bunch of settlers?

Don't you know that in a few years,

they gonna push us out of this wilderness?

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