Broken Lance Page #7

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...too much of me in you

for us to hit it off.

But I know now that was wrong.

There wasn't enough of me in you.

Now I'm telling you again.

I'm not asking you, I'm telling you.

You're not going to sell any

of the Deveraux Ranch.

Because I'll stop you, Ben.

I'll stop you!

- Sit down, Pa.

You're not telling anybody

anything anymore.

I run Deveraux Ranch

and I run it the way I like.

And right now I'm riding

into town to sign a deal.

'Seora'!

Two Moons!

Two Moons, get my horse.

'Seor' Matt, to ride

the horse is death.

He's right. It will kill

you, my husband.

What difference does it make?

If you die...

...I die.

'Seora'...

...this must be done.

You understand?

Ben!

Ain't that Pa?

Yeah.

He's trying to head

us off. Come on!

He's got us, Ben!

- Hold it still!

Mike!

Is he dead, Ben?

I wonder how long?

Go on back to the ranch

and get a buckboard.

Do you wan't that we stay here?

- No, go on back.

Both of you.

I'm sorry it had to be this way, Joe.

No!

No more of this!

You are brothers.

Joseph.

Ma!

Ma!

- My son! My son!

You've changed.

Not much.

What about you? These clothes...

When your father died...

...I went back to my people.

To die, too, I think.

But I knew I must see you.

What do you do with the gun?

It's his.

It's all he had when he started.

I'm starting too.

That's not a start.

It is the end.

To take that is blood.

- They killed him.

Ben did.

Slow death!

You saw it happen.

You know what they did.

You're speaking like

a boy, my son...

...and you should already be a man.

- You don't understand.

Listen to me.

He was my husband for 25 years.

I loved him more than

anything in the world.

Perhaps even more than you, Joseph.

I know, Ma.

You think to take up

his gun and his life.

You cannot, Joseph.

It is finished with him.

You must make your own life.

Go away.

Take the girl with you.

Barbara?

She has come to me may times.

For her, too...

...there can only be one.

Take her away, Joseph.

And when you're together...

...you'll now there's not

need for blood...

...nor for him...

...nor for that.

Give it to me.

What about you, Ma?

There is no longer need

for me, my son.

Keep riding, Joe.

Get going.

There's no need for this, I made

up my mind. I'm pulling out.

You missed your train.

- I' don't need any.

I said I'm leaving.

- I believe you.

But for how long?

What do you mean?

- Just that.

I could never be sure when

you might get an idea.

There's always that lance

you threw at my feet that day...

That was an old Comanche sign.

- Sure, I know that.

You see, I'm mighty superstitious.

I got to thinking about it.

I figured I might not sleep good

nights, worrying about you.

I slept awful good these past years.

- You're crazy, Ben, you...

Take it easy, Joe.

Just swing off there...

...we'll get up into the hills.

Move!

You won't get away with it.

You could cut your own throat.

May be.

No sense you worrying

about it though.

What about Denny and Mike?

You can't keep'em quiet.

I sent them into town.

I know better than to let them

in on anything like this.

I could have saved you

the trouble, Joe.

It's lovely and peaceful here.

Doesn't seem to go with Pa,

somehow, but you can't tell.

Do you think he'd like these?

I know he would.

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