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You will find this out.

Will you wager

the magnificent weapon?

For 10,000 dollars?

- I'll gamble on that.

- Very good, sir.

- Sleep well.

- You too.

And blessed be thee.

You must never eat more

than one day's ration.

Do you hear me?

Cowboy!

I will eat it myself.

Hey! Quit messin'

with my things.

Is this the symbol

of your nation?

Good as any.

Put that away.

You.

Fetch water.

For the horse.

Okay?

Go on.

Hey!

Get back here!

Come sit down.

That's a very noble deed,

Mr. Rough-Riding Hopkins.

Frank will do, ma'am.

Mary, could we have some more tea

for Mr. Hopkins, please?

You're right at home here,

ain't you?

Well, I spent time amongst

the Bedoui with my father

since I was 13 years of age.

- Lookin' for good horses?

- Looking for the breed apart.

My father spent 26 years

trying to ambassador his way

into the Muniqi blood.

Just like his father.

The Viceroy of Egypt,

Napoleon III.

All of them pandered...

when all they needed to do

was up the ante.

Bad poker players,

the lot of them.

If my mare, Camria,

wins this race,

I'll procure breeding rights

to Al-Hattal.

If I lose...

I pay 40% of the purse

to the sheikh.

And you, cowboy?

What are you in it for?

Just the purse, ma'am.

- "Anne" will do.

- Yes, ma'am.

Thanks for the tea.

Frank.

How good are you

and your little express pony?

Really?

I reckon

we'll both find out, ma'am.

3,000 miles from Sunday.

Hey, cowboy!

Every rider's camp

must bear the flag

of his house or nation.

Yusef has made our flag.

Behold it.

We are pitiful.

Would you get over here, Yusef?

I need some more water.

What did he say?

He said he has

no place else to go.

You and me both, partner.

Tell 'im to get

some more water.

Hey. You too.

Why do you buy this boy, anyway?

Somebody gotta

do your work, goat herder.

Howdy.

Last chance, cowboy.

My name is Sakr.

Desert law compels me

to speak truthfully.

I find the entry

of a Western infidel... sacrilege.

But I trust in Allah

that he'll roast 10 of us

like sheep on a spit

before the sun sets today.

You shall be among the first.

Well, good luck to you, too.

The prince says maybe

we should give you a head start.

Nawali say

"Ride each day to sunset."

"Start again each dawn."

"Those who survive"

"to reach the halfway camp

in the Rub Al-Khali"

"shall be rewarded

with a full day's rest."

"A tent camp will reach

halfway point before you,"

"traveling by camel road."

Nawali say

"Strength to your horses,"

"and may God have mercy

on your souls."

Goodbye, cowboy.

Fly high, my friend.

Ease up.

Let 'em go.

Never beat 'em

in the quarter-mile.

Whoa, son.

Ease up, brother.

What are you doing here?

Go back to work now.

What did I tell you,

little brother?

It's all for show.

Infidel!

Do not take him!

It is against

the laws of the race.

Best hotel in town, I reckon.

Hey, cowboy!

Nearly 100 miles in one day.

Most impressive!

This is your last chance

to turn back.

Hear me?

You do not belong out here!

Turn back at dawn.

Or prepare for a death

beyond your greatest fear!

Tomorrow I shall not

even look over my shoulder!

A water hole never

looked so good.

What water hole

would that be, sir?

The cistern's dry.

You must discontinue here.

I suggest you take

the east road back to Aden.

That's not even a transit tax.

Six soldiers in the middle

of the Arabian desert

guarding a dry well...

That's unusual.

I said "The well is dry".

Okay, brother.

We ain't gonna make

another 10 miles without water.

On the whistle.

Are you bloody stupid?!

Go, brother! Go!

Easy, boys.

Long way to Damascus.

What in hellfire?

Let's go, brother.

Hyah!

Better up your price

at the next water hole, Prince.

You are carried by the West Wind itself,

Bin Al Reeh.

How many have fallen?

The report claims

39 have fallen out,

and 11 were lost

in the sandstorm.

Wash him with cold water.

I don't believe it.

You survived the sandstorm.

Allah must have a more

severe judgment awaiting you.

Thanks, partner.

Daidai, we have

one full day's rest

before the long march to Iraq.

That's where Al-Hattal

will break away from the pack

and the mustang is still in,

so we must maintain the pace.

Do you hear me?

Look at me!

Your Excellency.

- Peace be with you.

- And also be with you.

Bless you, Sheikh of Sheikhs.

Sit, Katib. Revive thy spirit.

Allah willing,

I never miss the great race, uncle.

If I owned more flocks,

I would bet them all.

I have come to beseech you

one last time.

Forgive me, and allow me to share in

the ownership of our forefathers' horses.

You have not the discipline to be keeper of

such royalty as your grandfather's horses.

Least of all Al-Hattal -

he is my son.

Go rob pilgrims.

That is your calling.

Even the blessed Prophet

was a raider in his time.

This is blasphemy.

How is the coffee?

Most excellent. I am revived.

If one tossed a horseshoe

into the pot,

do you think

it would stand erect?

At your age, uncle, perhaps

it is the only thing that might.

Boldly spoken for a man

with no wives.

How is your health, uncle?

I have the blood

of a warrior grandfather.

Please, Mr. Frank.

Listen to me.

There will be no grazing

for many days.

That's all right.

I packed some barley.

Take these.

- What's that?

- Dates.

Trust me.

Take with you this skin.

It is filled with the butter

of camel.

Mix it with the water

for... both you and your horse.

It will keep you alive

across the Hammad.

And fear not the locusts.

They are a gift from above.

Not a plague,

as you might believe.

Why are you tryin' to help me?

If... Prince Bin Al Reeh wins

the race on Al-Hattal,

I become his fifth wife.

The youngest of his harem.

No more than a slave

in his house.

I do not know if you are

as good as it is said.

But I have faith

in the painted stallion.

It is said that you captured him

in the wild.

Badlands.

Long time ago.

- How did you tame him?

- I didn't.

Why are you wearin' that?

Verily, you do not know

our world.

This is a cowboy's spur.

Yeah.

My father reads many books

from the outside world.

But... his true enjoyment

of literature,

it is of... Wild Bill

and... Calamity Jane.

You're boshin' me.

In this Wild West,

there are nomads, also.

The red people.

Like the Bedou,

they are a horse culture.

Have you seen

their vanishing kind?

I am their kind.

My father was a cavalry scout.

He fell in love

with a chief's daughter.

Married her.

They called me Frank T.

My grandmother named me

Hokshelato.

It means "Blue Child".

I would know you

only as a white man.

Maybe I got good

at hidin' my face, too.

- Why?

- You don't know our world.

Look out!

Foolish is a foreigner.

Allah has decided

that I should not sleep well these nights.

You have disgraced this house.

I am sickened.

- It is not how it appears.

- He forced you into his quarters.

No, I went by my own volition.

I wished only to speak with him.

He did not touch your daughter,

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