Chisum Page #2

- What's she doing in there?

- How should I know?

- Uncle John. You got $50 on you?

- $50?

Thanks.

- You're welcome, and hello!

- Hello!

- She's your niece.

- Yeah.

Uncle John, meet Bernard.

Bernard?

- You gave $50 for this horse?

- Meet Pepper.

No, $100. I had $50 on me.

I've been thinking about having

my own horse again since I left Baltimore.

You know,

we have a few horses at the ranch.

But those are yours. This one's mine.

- Half yours.

- I'll pay you back the $50.

How about just paying me back?

Cass'll take care of your bags.

Which are yours?

- First one there.

- I see you found her.

- Yes.

- Uncle John...

- We've met.

- That's good.

I've invited the McSweens

to that party you wrote me about.

You did? How about you folks?

Have you a place to stay

until you get settled?

That's very nice of you, but...

Sue and I are staying in town.

I'm going to work

for L.G. Murphy and Company.

Yes, I know the company.

If you'll pardon us,

we'd better get underway.

- Goodbye.

- We'll see you Friday.

There sure is gonna be

some interesting people at that party.

There's Mr. Murphy, honey.

Dominoes?

It's quiet. Takes some getting used to.

It beats Aunt Martha and Baltimore.

I had no idea your ranch was so big.

Fair size.

Take a man on a good horse

all summer to cover it.

It's beautiful.

No place on God's earth more beautiful.

I can see why you left Texas

and came here.

- That wasn't exactly the reason.

- I know.

Mother told me all about it.

About how hard things were in Texas

after the war.

She talked about you a lot.

How you gambled everything

on a cattle drive...

to some wild, faraway place

called New Mexico.

It was a gamble, all right. And it was wild.

But there was land here

for the taking and keeping...

if you were willing to fight.

Rustlers, disease...

the land itself, the Indians...

One Indian in particular.

Comanche chief named White Buffalo.

He was the bravest man I ever knew.

- Is he dead now?

- Might as well be.

He's penned up on a piece of desert

the government calls a reservation.

That was the end of his way of life.

Pretty good way, too.

You sound as if you're sorry for him,

your enemy.

I respect him. We're brothers.

As close as your father and I were.

Maybe even closer.

- I don't understand.

- I didn't expect you to.

I wonder what's keeping supper?

- That's Mother and Dad's wedding picture.

- Yeah.

North wind.

Tahnimara the Comanches call it.

- Lonely wind.

- Lonely wind.

You had to be Ionely out here

all these years.

You never married.

It wasn't because there weren't women

that stirred my blood.

There were.

This was no place to bring a woman

in those days...

raise a family...

Things are different now.

Uncle John...

thanks for asking me

to come and stay with you.

I didn't ask you.

$12 for a suit of clothes.

That's robbery, Mr. Tunstall.

You've got to be properly dressed

for the reception tonight.

- I'll pay you back at the end of the month.

- No, you won't.

That's just part of your raise

as line foreman.

- Line foreman?

- Laddie, you've earned it.

Thank you, Mr. Tunstall.

Billy? Hey, Billy!

Now ain't this just like old times?

Billy, you do remember the boys now,

don't you?

Yeah.

- How you been, Billy?

- Clean and forward, all the way.

Are you two friends, William?

Mister, a couple of years ago,

William here and me...

rode together both sides of the border.

We sure had some real good times,

didn't we, Billy?

Some good, some not as good.

- What are you doing now, Billy?

- I work for Mr. Tunstall here.

- You nursing cows?

- Yeah.

Our own cows.

Now, just what is that supposed to mean?

It means it ain't like old times, Jess.

That's interesting, William.

- Jess Evans?

- Yeah.

I'm Riker.

- We've been waiting for you.

- You don't have to wait anymore.

- How's things in Dodge?

- Dead.

- I'm sorry.

- Forget it.

- Here's your bourbon.

- On the inside.

- Confusion to the enemy.

- Sure.

Mr. McSween, how long have you known

Lawrence G. Murphy?

Not long. I was here on business recently,

and he offered me a proposition.

So I went on back to Kansas...

and wound things up,

and came on back to Sioux.

- What are you gonna do for him?

- I'm gonna handle his legal affairs.

Are you looking for your niece?

Isn't that her dancing with

that nice-Iooking young fellow over there?

- Yeah.

- Fine-Iooking couple, John.

- Give me another cup of that tar, Ben?

- Sure, Jeff.

Hello, the camp!

Stranger, ain't you?

Around here. Not other places.

It's a fair-sized gathering of beeves

you've got out there.

- Lose your horse?

- Some miles back.

- Whose brand's on 'em?

- Tonight it's John Chisum's.

Tomorrow it'll be the U.S. Army's.

- Buffalo hunter?

- Was, till there was no more buffalo.

The coffee smells good.

- Help yourself.

- Thanks.

Garrett. Pat Garrett.

You know they've got company.

- Who?

- Mr. Chisum's beeves.

What kind of company?

It's good coffee.

About 12, 14 riders moving slow and quiet.

- You want some company?

- How do we know you're not with them?

- I'll stay and finish the coffee.

- No. You come along with us.

I'll need a horse.

Take the buckskin. Let's go!

Take cover!

Bring 'em on! Now pour it to 'em!

Scare up them beeves!

Let's go.

This one's just creased.

We'll take him back to Mr. Chisum.

Lock him up in the smokehouse.

We'll take him to town in the morning.

What about the herd?

All them beeves are scattered

from here to next week.

Sure ain't gonna deliver 'em

to the Army tomorrow.

Gather as many as you can.

He'll probably be your first legal affair.

What do you mean by that?

I don't know what I mean yet.

Thank you for the help,

Mr. Garrett, was it?

Pat Garrett.

- Texas?

- Texas.

Looking for a job?

Not just now. I saved a small poke.

I thought I'd try my hand at gambling.

- Good.

- I'd appreciate the loan of a horse, though.

Take your choice and keep it.

- Thank you.

- You hungry?

No, but I didn't get a chance

to finish that cup of coffee.

Coffee? I think we can do better than that.

- That girl.

- What about her?

She's pretty enough to be from Texas.

She is from Texas. You ought to meet her.

Sallie, I want you to meet Pat Garrett.

- This is my niece, Miss Chisum.

- How do you do?

Pat Garrett, meet Billy Bonney.

Hello.

I've heard of you.

Wasn't rustling.

Just out riding,

and his men started shooting at us.

Just out for a moonlight ride on my land.

Who was with you?

I got nothing more to say.

Don't worry, Mr. Chisum.

We'll get to the bottom of this.

Yes, Sheriff,

we will get to the bottom of this.

One of my men is dead.

I've sent for Judge Wilson over in Mesilla.

There's gonna be a murder trial.

I ought to have a doctor.

- I bled some.

- Not enough.

The Sheriff's charming.

There's a lot of charming people

hereabouts, Pat.

If you change your mind about that job,

let me know.

Sounds good enough.

You got time for a drink?

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