The Last Wagon Page #3
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I won't stop it. Sure,
you're on his side.
You're nothing but an Indian yourself.
You haven't got any feelings.
You haven't even cried.
You don't care if our father's dead.
Come on, Val.
That gal's kinda
quick-sprung, ain't she?
Now, Jenny, if you'll just
take the slack out of that rope.
No, we don't!
Say, uh, while he's nursin' that rope...
if you'll just take that gun and
hold it against these spokes...
you can, uh, sort of blow me loose.
You do and he'll kill us all.
I got nothing against you folks.
Do you think he can survive with
that wheel chained to his back?
I don't care whether he does
or not. He's nothing to us.
He is to me, and to Jenny.
I think he is to each of you.
And I think we'd all
best face the truth.
We're more alone now than
we've ever been in our lives.
If we can get Mr. Todd to
lead us, maybe we'll survive.
- If he doesn't, we won't.
- Lead us? Him?
- We'll find our own way. We'll get our
father's maps. - They're burned black.
All we gotta do is follow this
rim road west a hundred miles.
You do that and the Apaches
will see you from 50 miles off.
We can always turn back the way we came
- back over the water crossing.
Can you? Take a look.
You got just one way outta here-
through the canyon of death.
So, uh, if you'll just shoot me loose-
We're not turnin' this killer loose!
Stand clear, all of you!
Tell her to stop or I'll kill you.
I mean it.
Well, sonny, I tell you what I think.
if you was scared enough.
But you ain't quite
Not yet.
Go ahead, Jenny.
Giddap!
Well, now...
since you're in charge here, any
of them water barrels still whole?
'Cause there just ain't no water
where we're goin'. None at all.
How about food? Any left unburnt?
- I don't know.
- If you were anything but a savage...
you'd know our first thoughts
and duties were to our dead.
Your first duty is to yourself,
presumin' you want to live.
Our first duty's to our
folks. We're gonna bury 'em.
- I don't care what you think.
Are you suggesting we leave our
people to the coyotes and the wolves?
They're dead, ain't they?
You're a beast!
- Billy.
- Yes?
- One of them horses yours?
- The bay.
Go get him, will ya?
You and your brother
helped me, and I feel bound.
These here people are gonna die soon.
If you want, you and Billy
can start west with me.
Maybe I can walk us through the canyon.
- We heard that was taboo to whites.
- That's why we'll take it.
We might get through
- you and me and the boy.
What of the others?
Fools just gotta get theirselves killed.
They'll dig them graves.
comes by will read the signs...
and know somebody
lived through the fight.
And Apache are all mighty good trackers.
They won't live long.
Mr. Todd...
may I go with you?
All right.
You show a sight more promise
than these others. You can come.
Mr. Todd knows Indians.
And he knows the country. Can't
you see he's your only chance?
I don't want 'em along.
I understand what you meant now about...
not buryin' our dead.
But you see-
well, me and my mother and
sister were awful close.
Well, death's a path we're all on, son.
The Indians say a warrior dies well...
if he gives his life for his loved ones.
Let's say your folks got a
chance now to do that for you.
I'd like to come along with ya too.
Sure.
All right. I'll go along too.
But let's all get this straight-
I don't take orders from nobody.
I keep the gun. And
his bracelets stay on.
Startin' now, we turn into scavengers.
Look for water barrels.
Maybe the Apaches left
more than this one.
We're gonna need every
drop of water we can get.
And you're gonna have to piece
together the makings of a wagon.
Well, lookit here.
I got me a keepsake.
That reminds me. Look for
something to kill with.
Somethin' like this.
And don't mind robbin' the dead.
They're beyond carin'.
About 300 Apache back at the
water. Comin' from all over-
White Mountains-
Mescaleros- a lot of tribes.
Seems some whites led a
sneak attack on Camp Grant.
Slaughtered 110 Apache
women and children.
They're gathering to make the whites pay up
- 10 to one.
So for the next two days they'll be
gatherin', working up to bust loose.
Means we got two days and nights to
travel as far and as fast as we can.
No stoppin' for nothin'.
Now, if anything happens to me...
you just-
Now, come on. You better take a look.
There she lies-
as far into the west as your
eyes can see, and then some.
Canyon of death.
The Indians say you can hear
cries in the night down there...
that you'll hear all your life.
Usually it's only the wind.
me, you just keep due west.
It'll be eight or 10 days till
water, if you live to see it.
And I ain't sayin' any of us will.
I am saying it's our only chance.
We hide out here till dark.
You drive us two days and
nights to get away from Apaches.
Now you tell us we
roost here all day. Why?
Dust. Five miles of it.
Cross it now, and every Apache for
So starting now, we hide
out by day, travel by dark.
This way.
Giddap. Come on, giddap. Hyah!
Hyah!
Seems safe.
Now, you've done real good.
You see, you can do
without no food nor sleep...
and only a few slurps
of water, can't you?
We were thinkin' of
our folks back there.
I, uh - I know it sounds kind
of foolish to most whites...
but, uh, Indians don't suffer when
somebody gets killed - not like you.
You see, uh, Indians
believe the brave dead...
go to the High Ground,
and that's a good place.
Game's never short, and
winter's never too hard.
Plenty of water. Plenty of grass.
A savage like you wouldn't know what
goes on in the hearts of human beings.
No, maybe not.
But not long back, the three
people closest to me was killed-
my wife and my two boys.
One about so size.
It's good I can keep thinking
they went to the High Ground.
Maybe you could think somethin'
like an Indian if you'd try.
I hate Indians.
It was very kind of
you to say what you did.
Well, I figured it would
ease the high-sprung
one if she could think
that way. It does me.
off believin' the way they do.
I know y'all need rest, but
before you do we got the chores.
If we're finding food, we're doing
it by daylight in these woods.
- I'll find some plants my people
use for food. - Good.
There. You see? Give
I suppose your people
secret buckets of water
hanging on them too.
Pigweed's got plenty of water in it.
Pigweeds! I'd rather starve than eat stuff
like that. I don't have an Indian stomach.
Now, listen-
I ain't aimin' to finish up
Anybody makes too much trouble, I'll stick
a knife in 'em and leave 'em along the way.
So start walkin' soft.
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