Chato's Land Page #3

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quite a spell, Id say.

Hyah!

Mescalero.

lSi, senor./l

Ain't nothin'

here.

Hey, look. They had

themselves a feast.

What is it?

Dog.

Apaches

think on dog

like you think on

a good steak, Brady.

He'd rather eat dog

than beef.

If he was hungry,

he'd eat

his own dung.

[Quincey]

Well, no more

than any other man,

and less than most.

They aren't men.

They're animals.

Yeah, god knows

what god was thinking

when he made

the apache.

We'll burn

them wickiups

and then we'll ride.

Hyah!

[Yelling]

Come on,

let's get this one!

Ha ha ha!

[Horse whinnying]

[Man yelling]

We can't ride

across these flats.

We'll tear the hearts

out of the horses.

[Elias]

Malechie's

right, Jubal.

The breed will

ride across.

If he does, he'll be

on foot before night.

How many miles across

do you figure, Buell?

Enough.

When we get

this damn Indian,

Im sure gonna make

his dyin' slow.

Put god's word

on that.

Him and

his damn land.

Hey, maybe he's got

a woman out there...

someplace.

Jeez, Earl,

don't you ever

think about

nothin' else?

[Gunshot]

[Gunshot]

Don't let

the horses break.

Whoa. Whoa.

Come here,

you son of a b*tch.

Whoa.

Whoa.

Easy, easy.

Whoa, ho, ho, ho.

I don't see

a thing.

You're welcome

to take a closer look.

Martin, you

all in one piece?

Yeah.

Mexican all right?

Yeah, I seen

him move.

There's only

one way, Jubal.

Let's get at it.

Nye, Elias,

Jubal, and me

are going in

after him.

The rest of you,

spread out

and give us cover.

Martin, you stay

with the horses.

Aah!

We've been

suckered, Quincey.

That's a

god-given fact.

[Speaking Spanish]

He said it's the breed

they call Chato, all right.

He can tell

by the horse he rides.

Well, I didn't think

it was the president

of the united states.

We gotta find

those horses

before night.

Whoa.

Whoa. Whoa.

You fly-tailed

bastard!

Whoa, red.

Whoa.

Whoa.

[Horse whinnying]

I swear, Im gonna

stretch your hide

and leave the rest

for the crows.

2 more,

hot and ready.

I'll bet that horse

tastes better

than he rode.

[Lansing] Nye,

you got your own

mother in a skillet

before

she got cold.

[Elias] he never

met the lady.

[Laughing]

Where you from,

Brady?

Before you came out

to the territory.

A place

called Greenock

on the west coast

of Scotland.

I used to work

in Lithgows yards,

shipwright.

You ever

long for it?

Yeah.

Yeah, water and fire

different,

this land

and there.

There, the river,

the sea fog,

gray stone houses

wet in the rain.

We used to stand

behind the town

and look down

over the slate roofs

across the river

to the highlands

on the other side.

Yeah.

I never did get

to look at the sea.

Brother Jubal

did once.

Said it was so big the

mind couldn't hold it.

2 more,

hot and rare!

You from Georgia,

too, Quincey?

Texas.

[Hall] better drag

them horses off.

They'll call all

the flies in by morning.

[Jubal] Earl?

How are we

with water?

Gettin' short.

And we're

3 horses gone.

You're...

you're going on

after him, Quincey?

Weli...

when the breed

hit us,

he had a mind

to turn us back.

An injun will

chase something

until the chasin'

costs too much

and then

he'll drop it.

That's how

he thinks.

Now, he don't plan

on something

comin' after him

no matter what.

He might just get

careless now.

I'm agreed.

I say no more

than a week for it.

You can't put

a halter on it.

I can for myself.

And what about

the others,

Harve and Josh?

They get their say?

Anybody want

to back down,

they go on foot,

leave their water for

them that stay with it.

Jubal, you got more

generosity than June.

That's a Georgia choice.

I must say, it'll

cut short thinking on.

Ha ha ha.

[Speaking apache]

[Josh] Nye, what in the hell

are we doin' out here?

[Buell] we've got

Indian fever.

Sweats in a man, drives

him blind in the eye

and not quite right

in the head.

We ain't seen scratch

nor hair of that breed

since he

buffaloed us.

I ain't sure

I want to.

I got a bad feelin'

comin' over me, Nye.

I'll bet the mex

got water.

Got water,

mex?

You're holdin'

out on us.

Earl.

I don't trust him.

He got too much

Indian in him.

He ain't tryin'

to find the breed.

He's breed himself.

He's tryin' to lose

us, Im tellin' ya.

You stand by

your man, Malechie?

He's a good man.

Yaqui-mex

is more than

halfway apache.

Yeah, why should

he help us?

You got

Malechie's word.

You got a sickness

on you, Earl.

Can't bide

anything injun.

Do you trust him,

Captain?

Well, we used

apache scouts

when we went

after Cochise.

They never

broke faith.

Apache don't give

his word easy,

but given, Ive never

known one to break it.

I guess it's same

with the Yaquis.

I'm going to kill

you, mex.

Understand?

And that's

a promise.

You mean face on...

or when he gives you

his back?

You're gonna put

foot on my patch

once too often,

Malechie.

You don't

frighten me, sonny.

[Nye]

Earl, put

the gun down.

You hear me?

Put it down.

He got his heels

into me, I swear.

Put the gun

away now.

Right now.

Ooh.

Ugh.

All right.

You made your point.

[Moans]

Take it easy.

Hey, you sure

are one hell

of a fighter,

brother.

[Rattling]

Big party,

went by today

or day before.

lSi./l

Most likely

a raidin' party.

Or a murdering

party.

We left our women,

our places.

They could be

heading that way.

Some of these horses

are shod and unrode.

It means they've...

they've raided and

are on their way home.

Headin' north?

Well, could

be Comanche.

Comanches?

Comanches ain't

this far south.

Kiowa raid

into Mexico.

They've been as far

south as Yucatan.

Could be apaches

just as easy, quince.

An injun don't raid

with so many extra mounts.

They've been and

got what they want.

I agree with Jubal.

Comanche.

Maybe a few Kiowa.

Well, that don't

ease the mind none.

We might

run into them.

That could be

real bad.

If they caught us

in this open ground...

me and

the mex

will scout ahead,

Quincey.

I do

believe you...

you really enjoying

this, Quincey.

Now,

the Hookers,

they hate better

than most.

That pushes them.

The others?

Ha ha ha.

They had

small choice.

But you,

Quincey...

with you, it ain't

so easy to read.

You got a...

hungering.

For a thirsty man

in a dry land,

you got a lot

of talk, Nye.

You know,

some men just

can't let go of time.

Passes

them by,

reach out and

grab her shirttails.

Ha ha.

That's you, Quincey.

You can't be just

another face

around a small town.

Mm-mm.

That's what

you're doing,

all wrapped

in gray,

sitting proud

on that horse,

chasin' one damn

half-breed

and thinkin' about

that bastard grant

and his Yankees.

[Men yelling]

[Rattling]

[Jubal] enjoy it, boys.

It's the end of the water.

[Quincey] we'll find water

in the morning.

Why don't we just

come out with it?

The breed's lost us.

W-w-we ain't seen

none of his sign.

What is it

you're saying, Josh?

I'm saying that we're

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