Land Raiders

Ace, come here.

Clumsy. Damn near squashed my guitar.

- Son of a b*tch got away.

- Let him go.

We got three anyhow.

That's $70.

Not a bad day's work.

Here he comes now.

Good morning, Mr. Carden.

All right, pick up those supplies

and take it back to the house.

And no stopping at the saloon, understand?

- We got seven of them.

- Yeah. And they're all bucks.

Loomis!

Pay these two, out back.

There you are, Loomis.

- Good morning, Mr. Carden.

- Hello, Frank.

Come on in.

Sit down.

- The Apache hit me again last night.

- I heard.

- How many head of cattle did they get?

- Twenty killed, 50 run off.

- All gone.

- Bastards.

I'm pulling stakes, Mr. Carden.

I just can't cut it.

It's different with you.

A big spread like yours,

the Apache leave you alone.

A small spread like mine...

Me and the missus were

talking it over and...

About the money I owe you.

No rush.

Thought maybe you might want to

buy us out.

I mean,

since your spread hooks up with ours...

How much, Frank?

- Well, I paid $2 an acre.

- Yeah.

And that was for raw land.

Now, with the house

and the outbuildings I put up...

I figure maybe...

$4 would be fair.

$4?

That would give me enough to pay you off...

and leave me and the missus

a little traveling money.

- When do you want to pull out?

- Right away. Today, even.

The missus is packing up already.

Ruth's scared, Mr. Carden. Real scared.

She doesn't want to spend

another night in the place.

I understand.

$4.

Let me think about it, Frank.

I could come back in an hour or so if...

I'll let you know tomorrow.

But...

All right, Mr. Carden.

Loomis.

Yes, sir?

I'm buying the Willis ranch.

- Make out the papers.

- How much?

$2.50.

Thank you very much

for your hospitality, ma'am.

You'll find my husband

in his office in town, Major.

Then my men and I will be moving on now.

I'm sorry you missed him, Major.

I'm afraid you've had a very long ride

out here for nothing.

Any ride through the Carden ranch

is a long ride, Mrs. Carden.

Martha!

Papa!

- You shouldn't be here.

- Who are these people? What do they want?

Major, this is my father-in-law.

Papa, this is Maj. Tanner.

He's the new commandant at Fort Harmony.

- He came to see Vicente.

- My pleasure, Mr. Carden.

No, seor.

That is how my son Vicente call himself.

Carden.

I am still Juan Cardenas.

We live in a changing world, sir.

No, seor, words, things,

they do not change the world.

This rancho, it was built in Mexico.

Now it is in the territory of Arizona,

but the same cattle eat the same grass.

Nothing has changed. Come and see.

Papa's very proud of his bull.

Isn't he magnifico, seor?

Just like his father's father.

But your bull has changed.

Now he's for breeding, not fighting.

I'll be getting into Forge River...

if I'm going to see your son,

Seor Cardenas.

My apologies again

for disturbing you, Mrs. Carden.

Not at all, Major. It was our pleasure.

Papa, you know

you shouldn't be out of bed.

What is it, Papa?

Pablo.

Today is two years since he left...

and still I do not know why.

Why, Martha?

Why?

Wait! You can't leave like this!

Ride off without a reason.

You're my son!

You belong here. This is your home!

Pablo. What is it?

Vicente? You and Vicente? You're brothers!

No. No more.

This anger

between you and Vicente must stop.

I love you. I love you both.

I need you here, with me.

Pablo! Listen to me!

- Is your name really Luisa?

- S.

What is so strange about that?

Nothing.

You are lying, Toro, I can tell.

But why?

You once knew a girl

by the name of Luisa, maybe.

See? I'm right.

Tell me about her.

What was she like?

Was she as pretty as I am?

Was she?

What's the matter, Toro?

Don't you think I'm pretty? Don't you?

You're beautiful.

Tell me again.

Marry me, Pablo.

- Marry me now.

- No.

Then when?

- When we can get a place of our own.

- But you have a place of your own.

It's my brother's.

Vicente, always Vicente.

He has taken an Americano wife.

He wants you to have one, too.

He is making a gringo out of you!

- No.

- S.

- No.

- No what, Toro?

As a matter of fact...

this bounty for Apache scalps

is what I came to see you about, Mr. Carden.

Gen. Markham

wants to make peace with the Indians.

My orders are to rebuild Fort Harmony

and stop the killings out here.

- On both sides.

- Markham?

- So he's a general now, huh?

- You know him?

Yes, I know him, that gutless wonder.

He was in command of Fort Harmony...

when the Apaches brought it down

around his ears.

Still sitting on his rump in Fort Buchanan?

The General feels...

you're aggravating an

already dangerous situation, Mr. Carden.

And he'd appreciate it

if you'd withdraw this bounty offer.

Would he?

Listen, Major...

I don't give a damn

what the General feels or what he wants.

There's no law against killing Apaches.

And until there is,

I'm gonna go on doing just that.

Do you know,

I was born down the road about five miles...

before there even was a road.

That was all Mexico then.

So no one's gonna teach me about Apaches.

My family fought them for a hundred years...

before the United States Army

fired their first shot.

Major...

a lot of people say this won't bring peace.

Peace. You can't have it with the Apache.

They say that this is their country,

that we've got to get out or we've got to die.

Major, I don't intend to get out.

And I don't intend to die.

And Gen. Markham can go to hell!

And when I see him, I'll tell him!

I'd like to be a fly on the wall

when you do, Mr. Carden.

As I said,

I brought this up at the General's request.

- Would you like a drink, Major?

- Thank you.

Tell me, then...

just where do you stand with the Apaches?

When I received orders

transferring me to Fort Harmony...

friends of mine who know you...

said we'd probably

see eye to eye on this problem.

Well, Major, you know,

as far as I'm concerned...

there is no problem. There's just Apaches.

Don't forget anything, Toro.

Pablo.

Pablo. Pablo Cardenas!

Is this a ghost I am seeing

or is it really you, Pablito?

What's the matter? Don't you remember me?

Arturo! Arturo Morales!

I worked for you

at the rancho, for your brother.

Don't you remember, for three years.

- S. I remember...

- You remember me?

Pablito!

Nobody can forget Arturo, you know.

Lots of people try to forget me,

but they cannot forget Arturo.

Have a drink with me before you go.

Gracias.

Now I know why

you come to this pigpen, my friend.

For that one. Oh, yeah.

Toro, huh?

Maybe you will marry her

and bring her home for your brother to see.

If you do that, my friend,

I will go home with you...

just to see the look on his face.

Pablo, forgive me...

but your brother Vicente,

he's becoming too much of a gringo.

It's not enough

that he talks and acts like a gringo...

but now he think like a gringo.

For three years I worked for him.

Three years.

Last week I said to myself,

"Arturo, you're a fool.

"You're a fool. Enough!"

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