Big Jake Page #3

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No. I'll go with them.

Dog...

let's go!

I hear him.

Sam.

Morning, Jacob.

I brought the saddle.

There's your horse.

Going hunting, Sam.

- Hunting for what?

- Men.

I don't hunt Apaches.

I don't hunt my own people.

You remember that, Jacob.

They kidnapped my grandson, Sam.

I don't know what color they are

and I don't care.

I have no gun.

Close or far?

Close. My eyes... no good.

Me, too.

Keep going!

Any sign of

the kidnappers, son?

Couldn't see anything moving

for miles.

Good, then we must be

ahead of them.

There's a narrow pass

at the end of the valley.

I think it's a good place

for us to trap them.

I'm for it.

Buck, not knowing

where the kidnappers are

we can't chance that pass.

They're young fools.

And I'm an old one.

We're going get that boy.

We'll hide these machines

up at the end of the canyon.

This is a good place

for the ambush.

Jump!

Stop these damn things!

Get out!

Take cover!

Good place for an ambush,

all right.

And we're it.

What happened

to that crazy bicycle?

I think he crashed

into that canyon.

Let's get him out of here.

Come on!

They've had enough, John.

They ain't going to be able

to follow us anymore.

Let's sting them

a little more

and they'll come through

with the money.

That crazy kid.

Yeah.

The horses!

Everybody get

to them horses!

Move it!

Grab that kid!

Stop! Put me down!

Damn it, Pop,

the next time

I tell you to

tie that kid up

don't be worried

about hurting him.

Hyah! Hyah!

Get out of here, you...

Buck...

The boy?

We don't know.

My son Michael?

We don't know, uh...

There was an explosion

southeast of here.

Well, do you have any water?

No.

Well, I'll give you

half of ours.

And as soon as I can

I'll telegraph

that you're walking in.

Going south,

it's going to be some time

before you get to

a telegraph station.

I'm going to have to take one

of your mounts, send for help.

Some of my men are hurt bad.

No, I'll need them.

Anything else?

No.

No, you've been more than

generous, Mr. McCandles.

I think so, Buck.

I'd have killed you

for risking my grandson's life.

If I find him dead,

I'll still kill ya.

You going along?

Well, the last time I asked you

that question, you said, "No"

and you said it

in a loud and clear voice.

Now I'm asking you a question:

You coming along?

You damn rights I am, Father.

Throw a blanket on him.

I can ride without a blanket.

I'm not worried about your butt,

it's his back.

Come on.

Something down there.

Is that it?

That's it.

Well, here, you take the mule

down the long way.

I don't want to lose him

even by accident.

You go with him.

I'm going down there.

You'll go where you're told.

Do this, do that.

I'll do as I

damn well please.

You do what

your father tells you

every time he tells you

you might come through

this thing alive.

Maybe even

save the boy's life.

Otherwise, you're going

to get yourself killed.

Don't matter to me,

but you'll probably

get him killed, too.

That does.

Oh, Father, am I

glad to see you.

You ain't dead?

No.

No broken bones?

I don't think so.

Take off your glasses.

My what?

Your goggles.

That's for scaring me

out of ten years of my life,

which I can't spare.

I had to be still.

I didn't know who was

moving around up there.

You hurt?

No.

That's for risking

my grandson's life.

You do that again and I'll break

every bone in your body.

Father...

The next time...

Yeah?

The next time,

I won't take off my goggles.

Whoa.

You all right?

Was.

For an old mule, he's got

quite a kick, don't he?

I think he was using

brass knuckles.

Better mount up

before we lose him.

Wonder what the hell

he has in store for us next.

You know, that's a dirty

habit, if you ask me.

Nobody asked you.

Pa?

Yeah?

You need to wear

glasses, do ya?

Just to see with.

Pa...

Mm-hmm.

They say that Ma

booted you out

'cause you had a weakness

for the ladies.

Is that true?

I mean, no offense,

but I find that hard to believe.

What do you find

hard to believe?

James, cut it out.

I mean, maybe

before you got old

you was quite

a ladies... ooh!

What's the matter

with your leg?

Nothing.

You been favoring it all day.

What's the matter with it?

I got hit by some buckshot,

that's all.

Take down your pants.

Are you on the level?

You going to take down

your pants

or do I have to do it

for you?

You and who else?

Dog.

My, what a beautiful pattern.

He must've been

real close to you.

Will you shut up?

That's a deep one.

Sam, you know

what he did?

Forgot to duck?

He stuck his butt up,

that's what he did.

Boy, when you're in

that kind of a gunfight

keep your butt down.

That's the thing

to remember.

There's always some bustard

on the other side

that's got enough the sense

of humor to shoot you there

instead of in the head,

every time.

How about a shot of whiskey?

Yeah, where is it?

Is that them?

Yep.

Maybe, uh, eight

hours ahead of us.

All of them?

Yep.

They're not trying to

cover their tracks,

that's for sure.

Sam, I got a hunch

we're being followed.

Near or far?

Well, far... I... I...

I feel it more than I know it.

I'll go see.

Where'd you get

those saddles?

Found 'em.

All right, you two,

grab yourself a saddle.

Hurry it up.

Wouldn't want

to lose you children.

We're being followed.

You were right.

How many?

Three or four.

Did you see 'em?

No, but I got close enough

to hear 'em.

They're still

a couple hours behind.

A couple hours, huh?

You better cool off

that horse, Sam.

We'll take a break here.

Give me a swig

of that water.

See to your horses first.

I'll take him.

What kind of a gun is that

you got hanging around

your belly, Michael?

It's a Bergman 1911.

Preproduction model,

Father.

We own some stock.

Why is it

so funny-shaped?

The shells load into

a magazine, Father,

the magazine into

the handle of the gun.

It's gas operated,

you see.

Gas operated?

It shoots real fast.

Well, Michael,

can you shoot?

Proficiently, Father.

Well...

as many times as you can

before this hits the ground...

like maybe once?

Well, Michael,

you were supposed to shoot.

With this?

It's a gun, isn't it?

Well, yes, of course.

Well, shoot it.

But, Father...

Boy, you need a keeper.

Pa, I wouldn't

come out just yet.

Sam, I want to offer

my personal apologies.

You can get up now.

I'm not coming out.

Not till you say

I can shoot back.

He fired his six shots.

Pa!

Stop interrupting.

Put that thing away.

That damn mule!

If he busts up that box,

Michael, you'll... ouch.

Till you're used to

the safety on this...

Being dry, you better

help your father.

Oh.

Father, I...

Proficient, eh?

Now, what was it

you were trying to tell me?

That there were eight shots

in that gun.

Oh, thanks.

Give me a hand here.

Father, there has been

a misunderstanding.

When I said that I could

shoot proficiently

I meant with this.

- With that?

- Yes, sir.

Pick a target.

That tall tree there,

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