Chato's Land Page #5

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and to die in thy favor.

No promises now,

Quincey.

May god pity the man

that comes between me

and that...

and that breed.

[Hall]

Even an apache woman's

got to slow down soon.

[Quincey]

I doubt

if the woman's

with him now.

[Nye]

Sure leavin'

a good trail.

[Quincey] he

ain't runnin'.

[Hall] well, you

think he'd make

a fight of it?

When he chooses.

[Josh] Quincey, you know,

I think he's doubled

back on himself.

I think he's leadin' us

in a circle.

I noticed.

Well, what's he doin'?

He's pickin'

his ground, Id say.

What's that

supposed to mean?

To you this is

so much bad land,

rock, scrub desert,

and then more rock,

a hard land that the sun has

sucked all the good out of.

You can't farm it,

you can't carve it out

and call it your own,

so you damn it to hell,

and it all looks the same.

That's our way.

To the breed, now,

it's his land.

He don't expect it

to give him much,

and he don't

force it none.

And to him,

it's almost human,

a livin', active thing.

And it'll give him

a good place

to make his fight

against us.

You know, sometimes

you spook me, Quincey.

[Speaking Spanish]

Where?

Just one horse

goin' that way.

Maybe he cut

the other one loose.

Maybe, maybe not.

He's cut back

and got behind us.

We'd best backtrack

and see if we can find out

where he turned off.

What if he went

straight on?

We lose a little time.

Better that

than a scalp or two.

You're guessin', Captain.

We're both guessin'.

All right, Quincey,

what do we do?

Spread out and find

where he turned off.

Keep a sharp eye.

The breed ain't gonna

give us much ground

for mistakes.

What's the matter?

Look about you,

Jubal.

Wouldn't you say

that this is...

about as good a place

as you can find

to do your killin'?

If he was up there

in those rocks,

we'd be easy

to cut off.

Well, we'll just have

to climb a bit, that's all.

And climb

right into him?

He can't be

on both sides.

Well, behind us

or in front of us,

once we start

scramblin' up there,

we've lost

our mobility.

We'd be like

lame men.

It's too steep,

and we got horses.

We can't pull our horses

up through there,

not and move fast.

Do you think

he's up there, Quincey?

Well, he might be.

Aw, he's got you so you're

scared to move, Captain.

He's only a lousy Indian.

He's half apache.

We're 10 men!

This morning,

we were 11.

You seem awful sure

he'll make a stand of it.

We raped his woman

and killed his kin.

Do we wait for dark?

That wouldn't

give us much.

We'd have to ride fast

over blind ground.

We pull back.

Try to find a way

around it.

We'd lose

too much time.

You're blind, Jubal.

You can't see

for hate.

Try to go

around?

That might take

5 or 10 miles.

We'd lose what's

left of today

and half

of tomorrow

tryin' to pick up

his trail again.

Why, Id kill

the man

who'd let

that breed get away!

I told you that

this morning,

and I mean it!

Mount.

Keep low and...

and ride like hell.

Ho!

Hyah!

Hyah!

[Shouting and whistling]

[Gunshot]

Hyah! Hyah!

Quincey! Josh!

[Gunshot]

It's Hall.

Somebody's got to

go back for him.

No. He's probably

dead, Gavin.

How do you know?

Maybe he's

just wounded.

You better hope

he's dead.

This falls on you, Jubal.

You'd do well, Quincey,

to close your mouth.

We know where

the breed is.

We can box him in

on that ridge.

There's 100 ways

out of there.

Logan, Malechie,

stay with the horses.

We'll go in.

Right, matey.

Come on.

[Groaning]

Ah!

Over here!

Quick!

Sweet mother

of whores.

It's a...

it's a hell of a place

to die in.

There ain't

no good places.

I guess not.

The breed came.

He grabbed my hair,

just stared at me.

I guess Josh was right

about that coyote.

God, I don't

want to die.

Let's get him

out of here!

Come on, Hall.

Easy, Hall.

[Malechie]

O lord, we beseech thee,

mercifully hear our prayers

and spare all those who

confess their sins unto thee.

[Coughing]

And they whose consciences

by sin are accused

by thine merciful Pardon

may be absolved,

through Christ, our lord.

Amen.

Have mercy on me,

o god,

according to thy

loving kindness.

According to the multitude

of thy tender mercies,

blot out my

transgressions.

Wash me thoroughly

from my iniquity

and cleanse me

from my sins,

for I acknowledge

my transgressions.

My sin is ever

before me.

Against thee,

thee only have I sinned.

I've done this evil

in thy sight.

Your words are

no use, Scotsman.

Close your book.

My mind's on a...

on a pretty little whore

in Lordsburg.

[Breathing heavily]

lNye, Nye, once I knew

a pretty little girl./l

# once I had

a pretty little girl #

[Burps]

# pretty little whore

in Lordsburg #

# eyes like berries

# and lips

like cherries... #

[Gunshot]

[Gunshot]

Come at us!

He's just lettin' you know

he's out there.

Are you just

gonna leave him?

Weli...

we can't sit

around here all day

waitin' for

him to die.

I've had my fill

of you, Jubal.

Go, then.

And god mark you

for the man

that you are.

[C*cks gun]

Don't drop

that hammer.

[Coughing]

[Gunshot]

[Gunshots]

He's got us

in the open.

Anybody see where

them shots come from?

From the hills

somewhere.

[Josh]

Quincey!

Quincey!

Get on your horses

and ride out of rifle range.

Quincey, my shoulder,

I think it's broke.

Can you make it

to the horses?

I'll have to.

[Horse whinnying]

Hyah!

Hyah!

Ha! Ha!

Ha!

Get him

down.

Easy.

He's up in them

high rocks.

We can circle wide

and get behind him.

Malechie, you stay

with the horses.

[Dog growling]

Right.

[Thud]

Ugh.

[Groaning]

Nothing?

Nothing.

The breed

got him.

Yeah.

Can't be sure

of that.

Yeah, I think

we can.

It's as if the ground

had opened

and

devoured him.

You can't fight

what you can't see.

He'll hunt us down...

one after one...

till we're

all gone.

It looks bad.

Josh needs

doctoring.

[Quincey]

Harve's right.

He won't make it

without help.

We're goin' back

tomorrow.

[Jubal]

No.

Nobody is runnin'

from this.

Stay if you

want, Jubal.

The rest of us are...

goin' back

in the morning.

You saw Earl.

You all saw

what was done.

If I don't get

to a doctor, Ill die.

Looks that way.

You want

blood for blood,

don't you,

Jubal?

We came here

to hang

a murderin' breed,

and hang him

we will.

What's the matter

with you?

He's got

us beat.

Can't you see that?

Brother...

looks like Harvey's

lost his taste for justice.

You came to hunt a man

because he was half apache.

You raped and killed

to feed your hunger.

In the name of god,

don't call it justice.

Ha ha! Listen

to our bible tongue.

What sets

you apart?

You rode

with us.

You got the same dirt

we got.

We got 3...

maybe 4 dead

and one bad wounded.

We're goin' home

in the morning.

Damn you to hell,

Quincey Whitmore.

I've taken enough

of your words.

Now I don't want

to kill you, Quincey,

but by god's

own eyes, I will,

right here and now,

where you stand

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