The Last Hard Men

Keep it together.

All right, hold it right there.

Set her down.

Okay, now lift her up and swing her in.

Let's put her to bed.

Let's start driving spikes.

On your feet, Provo.

Move your ass.

Son of a b*tch! By God, we did it!

Provo did it!

What about these chains?

Just lay them over the side, cut them.

Move out of the way, let me in there.

Get the gun.

Don't think like that, Gant.

It isn't smart.

Well, take it.

Sh*t, you ain't giving that gun

to the beaner, are you?

You want it?

Hey, Zach, this time you take Shiraz.

That skinny one.

He's a son of a b*tch.

But he's the one

who knows the lay of the land.

He's only been in six months...

brung up around Gila country.

He could be some help to us.

We can get rid of the sheep...

and we keep the goats.

Well, seven of us left.

That's enough.

Yeah, those other poor dumb bastards

probably wind up in Yuma tomorrow.

Yeah, they'll kill them.

Any of you wanna die?

No?

Good.

Come with me, I'll take you to a place

where no one can lay their hands on you.

- Who's giving orders?

- You dumb son of a b*tch.

I've put up with greasers,

all kinds of shitheads in my life.

I never took no orders from no breed.

You don't take orders?

No, not about to.

Then you go.

Now!

Without a gun?

Take his.

You don't like his?

Take mine.

I think you'll leave without a gun.

- Maybe.

- Yes?

Maybe I'll stick a couple of days.

- You, Gant, you wanna leave?

- Not me.

Anybody else?

Good.

I'll tell you one thing now...

what I think up here...

I think maybe two,

three minutes ahead of you.

And that's what counts.

Oh, damn, it's cold. Whoo.

I'll be damned, it's ice.

Yeah, they make it

in big blocks like that now.

Keeps this meat from rotting.

We don't get out of here pretty quick

we're gonna wish we never saw it.

- He's damn near frozen.

- Yeah, he's tough as a lizard, though.

You okay?

- Why don't we get out of here?

- Soon enough, my friend.

You know what I'm thinking?

When they locked us up, it was 1897.

My God, that was another century.

- Gila Bend.

- What?

That's where we get off. Gila Bend.

Lee Roy says there's horses there.

- That's right.

- And hacksaws, I hope.

And then what?

Clean up, get some duds and move on.

Where?

- Tucson.

- What the hell for?

So, what the hell's in Tucson?

Samuel Burgade.

- Christ!

- Oh, sh*t.

Sam Burgade.

Why didn't you send for me?

Well, captain, I thought about it.

Maybe you should've thought

about it a little harder, sheriff.

Well, maybe.

When's the last time

you spent a day in the saddle?

You think I forgot

how to ride a damn horse?

I didn't say that, now, but when?

That statehood rally a year ago.

I remember that.

That was about the day before

you put yourself out to pasture, wasn't it?

That's right. I put myself,

just like I put you in that chair.

Now, sheriff, I know I'm retired

from the territorial police...

but goddamn it,

you tell me who's with him!

This come in about 6:00.

That's 22 escaped,

they've captured or killed...

15 of them, so that leaves seven.

Yes.

Weed.

Yeah, he could track a duck

across a pond.

Shiraz, the knife.

Lee Roy Tucker. That coyote sniffed

under every boulder in the territory.

Mike Shelby, 19 years old, in for life.

Menendez.

That must be Cesar Menendez.

Real handsome-looking man.

Cut the head off a little gal

in Nogales one time.

Said he wanted her earrings.

And Zach Provo.

I thought he was dead.

Well, he will be soon enough.

You know, they got a pretty good bunch

of boys over there in Yuma.

Pretty good?

For Zach Provo, that ain't good enough.

You don't know him.

He was a little before your time.

A half-breed. Meanest Injun I ever saw.

Ten years I chased him

up and down the territory.

First time I tried to take him,

he plumb outdrew me...

and left me for dead with a gut shot.

I never knew a man could be so fast.

Last time, though,

he wasn't fast enough.

Caught him clean.

- You should have killed him.

- Christ knows I tried.

Well, don't you worry about it, Sam.

We'll get him.

Hell, we've got automobiles,

telegraphs, railroads.

I ain't heard anybody

outrun a telephone yet.

The Army tells me next year, gonna have

some of them flying machines, Sam.

Flying machines?

No, you said it just now, the railroads.

Zach Provo caught himself

a ride out of Yuma.

Yeah, I'm way ahead of you

on that one, Sam.

We're checking on every car

in every train. They got dogs.

Oh, he's in the water. He was anyway.

Yeah. Let's see, the Gila...

That's too low this time of year.

The Colorado, but the current's

too strong to go north.

No...

he drifted down the Gila

into Yuma and caught a train.

First train from Yuma's due in...

You got about 15 minutes to make it.

Fifteen minutes.

Get up! Get that new fire engine.

And get every deputy you can find.

- You coming, captain?

- Yeah, I believe I will.

Do you think the rest of them

stuck to Provo?

With only two guns,

they got no other choice.

My guess is he handpicked them.

What for?

Me.

You got authority to do this?

I'm Noel Nye, Sheriff of Pima County.

Well, I'm behind schedule.

I'll give you 10 minutes.

You'll give us what time we need.

Sam Burgade.

Lord God, captain,

I thought you was dead.

Well, I ain't dead. I'm retired.

- Sheriff?

- Yo!

Do you reckon they're in there?

We ain't heard nothing from inside.

You won't, neither.

They already jumped.

Smell it.

- That's gun oil.

- They're headed this way.

When they cleared Yuma,

they threw out the ice.

Them was big blocks,

take time to melt...

even as late as tomorrow morning

the ground would still be damp.

We need to know where that is.

- That's as far west as we need to look.

- All right.

Buck, listen.

Now, you get on that telegraph...

you alert every town from here

to Yuma, understand?

- Yeah.

- You have them find that ice.

- Go on.

- Okay.

Buck, tell them that

Sam Burgade wants to know.

And tell them murdering...

Tell them them boys was on the train.

They was on. Boys, come here.

Nothing.

Nothing out there.

- Are you sure that redneck knows?

- I knows.

A corral full of fresh horseshit

means there's horses.

That means men gotta be riding them.

Nothing comes easy.

Well, when and if

we get the horses, what then?

We stick together.

I'll get us a stake.

All right, we stick together.

Nobody wants to get his ass blowed off

on a horse, riding lonesome.

But we gotta take your word

for it on the stake.

- Are you giving it?

- Yes.

Provo, here they come.

We're lucky. Only one man.

Whoa! Whoa!

A man needs two things in this world:

A good horse and a silver dollar.

Thanks, Jim.

All right, Noel, what's their next move?

Well, by the way they outfitted,

they can go any direction they like.

No, you gotta think like them,

not like you.

What about that gold

he stole off of Santa Fe?

The gold you couldn't find.

It's buried up north somewhere

in Navajo country.

It won't do him no good down here.

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