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was taking her out behind the barn.

- Or she was taking him?

- Wounded?

But the Sheriff said it was an accident.

The fellow that killed her

wanted it to look that way.

He wouldn't be the first fellow

who got a girl into trouble...

and then killed her

'cause he didn't want to marry her.

- Who did you say got her in the family way?

- Paul.

This is a nice surprise.

Hello, Paul. I'd like to talk to you.

S, I will take him.

And the saddle we talked about, too.

- For what you did, thanks very much.

- I was saving my own neck, too.

Still.

How've you been?

Fine.

Kate tells me

you were heading for the Rio Perdido...

when you caught up with the wagon train.

S.

- Means you won't be in Forge River long?

- You don't have to worry, Sheriff.

- I'm sorry, Paul. You understand I...

- I understand what people think.

They think that I killed Luisa.

But what I do not understand is,

what do you think?

If I'd thought you killed her,

I'd have arrested you.

No, that is not true.

Not if my brother said no.

Vince runs you like the rest of this town,

and everyone knows it.

- So why try to deny it?

- Please, I'm...

Just answer me one question.

Do you think I killed Luisa?

- No.

- But it would be better if I was not in town...

to remind people, perhaps,

that it was not an accident, huh?

But it was.

Why don't you have the guts

to tell that to this town and make it stick?

- Your horse, seor.

- Gracias.

My brother will pay for this.

Won't he, Sheriff?

Paul.

- Vince told me I'd find you here.

- I was just leaving.

Then nothing has changed between you?

- Won't you stay and give it another chance?

- What's the matter, Martha?

Are you getting

a little lonesome out there with Vince?

Paul.

Papa's sick, very sick.

He had a heart attack six weeks ago.

He needs you.

Look, I don't know what this quarrel is

between you and Vince...

but Papa's the one that's paying for it.

It isn't fair.

He loves you, Paul.

Go and see him.

Go and see him.

Papa.

Pablo.

I knew you would come. I was waiting.

I knew you would come.

No, it is not true. I did not know.

But I never stopped to pray.

Pablo, tell me, where have you been?

What have you been doing?

Nothing much, Papa.

Everything has been well.

I've been here and there.

But what about yourself? How are you?

Fine. Now, Pablo, fine, s.

Soon we ride together.

You, Vicente and I, huh?

Papa.

Pablo, you remember once before

you ride off without answering?

Not again. I'm your father.

I want to know

why you refused to stay in your own home.

My home?

Yes. Yours, Vicente's and mine.

We built this rancho together.

No, Papa. We had nothing to do with it.

If it was not for Vince,

you would still be herding sheep...

and I would be there with you.

This is his ranch. He built it.

What he didn't build, he bought,

and what he could not buy, he stole.

Everything here has his brand on it.

Is that why you hate him?

No, Papa, I do not begrudge him

one inch of this ranch.

Then why?

This you must ask him. He must tell you.

I asked him. He say he does not know.

- Then he is a liar.

- Then you tell me.

I cannot, Papa.

Or maybe...

Pablo, because I'm old now.

But I am afraid.

Afraid?

Yes, afraid for Vicente. Always rich, rich.

Always want more.

Martha, too, I think. She doesn't say,

but I think she's afraid, too.

Pablo, please stay.

Stay here. Help us.

Papa, there's nothing I can do.

Besides, I came here to say hello to you.

It was good to see you again, but I must go.

Pablo.

- Are you leaving?

- S.

I want to talk to you.

Talk, damn you.

You're having one hell of a time

tearing yourself to pieces...

because of this little Rojas b*tch,

aren't you?

Okay, so you loved her.

Or thought you did,

until you found out what she really was.

- What was she?

- You know.

I know what you say she was,

what you want me to believe she was.

You tramp. You whore.

If I could believe she was a tramp,

maybe I could forget her.

But it doesn't work.

There's something missing.

Believe me, it's not what Vicente says.

You know, it's time you snapped out of it.

Stopped drifting and whoring around

and be somebody.

Like you?

To change my name? Marry Americana?

Maybe you act and think like a gringo...

but you're not fooling anyone

except maybe yourself.

I know where I'm going.

For God's sakes,

you know what's happened?

This isn't Mexico any more.

This is gringo country.

You're a gringo or you're dirt.

And so you're gringo?

To hell with the gringos!

Maybe all I'll ever be is big enough

so it doesn't make any difference.

But my kids will make it, or theirs will.

The old man asked you to stay.

If I were you I wouldn't go too far away...

if you want to get back

in time for the funeral.

If you leave this time, it'll kill him.

Remember that!

You've got a job on your hands, Major.

Quite a job. But we'll make it. Have a look.

I'm bringing a herd of mustangs

through Apache country.

I need a few of your men

to see them through.

I'm sorry, Carden,

but my men aren't permitted...

to operate south of the Forge River.

Major, what's this about...

your men not being able

to operate south of the river?

Why, just that.

We're not even

patrolling that area any more. Orders.

What the hell's going on?

I'm going to tell you something

in confidence, Mr. Carden.

There's a man named Evans

coming out here from Washington.

He's the Commissioner of Indian Affairs.

And I have instructions to arrange

a meeting for him with the Apaches.

- More peace talk.

- And this time it might work.

He'll be authorized to offer the Indians

a reservation of two million acres...

extending from the south bank of the Forge

to the Horse Mountains. I'll show you.

Major, that's open range.

And my herd's

been watering and grazing on that land.

The Apaches don't come cheap.

Then why doesn't the government give them

the whole damn territory...

and be over with it?

It might well come to that. Sgt. Crocker!

Put your men on that firing step

and put some safety lines on that gate.

When is this Evans coming to town?

I want to talk to him, Major.

He'll be passing

through Forge River tomorrow morning...

on his way to Fort Buchanan.

He's just liable to learn

a few of the facts of life...

before he leaves this territory.

I've been looking all over for you.

I wanted to thank you for saving my life.

Father said she was killed

when her horse threw her.

A lot of people don't believe that.

They think...

I know what they think.

Are you walking back to town?

Well, I have my horse here.

But I suppose he would not mind a walk.

Stick with the herd!

And then the headmistress

looked down her long nose and said:

"Miss Mayfield...

"here at the Holly Riding School for

young ladies, when one rides side-saddle...

"one never feels justified

as far as saying that that"...

Get out of the way, seorita.

I don't want to hurt you.

Go, Kate.

You killed my Luisa.

No, Julio, I did not. It was an accident.

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