The Naked Spur Page #3
- PASSED
- Year:
- 1953
- 91 min
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no luck in this country.
Fella i know struck gold
just north of here,
half a mountain of it
almost.
What fella was that?
Fella i know.
Only thing,
he had more trouble getting it out of the ground
than he had finding it,
that's what i hear.
He don't know much.
Got them from
an officer fella.
Swapped them even
for a fayute tomahawk.
Weren't really fayute,
i made it myself.
Ha ha ha!
I had you figured
for a horse trader.
[Hoofbeats approaching]
Jesse!
Keep your eye
on him, roy!
Mind if i get off
and stand a while?
Go ahead.
You can, too.
They gone up higher
to look ahead?
Oh, that man could do that
with his own life.
Maybe if i'd seen
what was ahead when i was younger,
i wouldn't be in this fix.
Ah, of course i would.
Some of the things...
nope.
Nope. I wouldn't have done
nothing no different.
Except for you, honey.
I wouldn't have
dragged you with me.
You didn't
drag me, ben.
I wish there was
some way to protect you from howie.
He's gonna start
on you pretty soon.
Kemp?
I've seen him
with women.
He'll look
and think,
and then he'll
reach out and take.
And the way
things are,
who's going
to stop him?
Me!
You better.
I'm the jealous type.
It's not much of
a trail.
I think we can make it
right through that path.
At least
the pay is good.
[Distant whooping]
Give me those glasses.
What do you make of it?
Indians.
2, 4, 6, 7...
about 12 of them.
Are they wearing
paint?
Hard to tell.
Right up there.
Ah...
yeah.
They're just
blackfeet.
Nothing
to worry about.
Been no trouble
with them for years.
Little far south
for blackfeet, aren't we?
Hunting party,
i guess.
Uh-huh.
Hunting what?
All right, mount up.
We're going over.
Oh, yeah,
and don't get nervous
if we see
a couple of indians coming up behind us.
Indians?
Don't worry,
don't worry, now. They're just blackfeet.
Take it easy
on the trail up there.
Wait a minute.
What do you think you're doing?
You want to get us
all scalped?
We got nothing
they want.
Isn't that right,
jesse?
Yup.
Indians are indians.
We can cover this trail
and finish them off when they come through.
Why look for
trouble?
What's the matter,
lieutenant?
All right,
if you want to know, they're after me.
They've been hunting me
ever since i left the fort.
This
chief's daughter
you was
holding hands with,
was she willing?
Never mind the sermon.
We've got a fight on our hands.
This is
# your fight, not ours.
You expect me
to take them alone?
They don't just
kill a man.
He's right.
Them indians are out
to revenge a squaw,
they'll make him holler
first.
Do the same thing to us
if we're with him.
Maybe worse.
All right, you better
start riding skin off that horse of yours
if you want to stay out
ahead of them.
The reward cuts bigger
two ways, huh?
You're losing time.
All right, now keep
close together.
You ride next
to ben.
Come on.
Oh, happy home,
where art thou now?
Now, just sit easy.
[Gunfire]
Let's go!
Right!
Aah!
[Yelling]
Aah!
Get down!
Aah!
Aah!
[Gun clicks]
[Indian yelling]
[Gunshot]
[Gunshot]
Anybody got
a match?
You could have
got us all killed.
It worked,
didn't it?
let those indians
ride me into the ground?
Let them peel my hide
over a slow-burning fire?
Oh, no.
Not me... partners.
Come on. Mount up.
You can't sit a-horse
with a slug in your leg, howie.
You get on
that burro.
Come on.
[Groaning quietly]
He's done a day's work.
Fix a fire.
[Screaming]
Where are they?
Where are they?
Where'd they take her?
Where'd they take her?
Get your hands off me!
Get your hands off me!
I've got to find her!
I've got to!
I've got to find her!
He been like
this long?
Not as bad.
[Breathing heavily]
What are you trying
to do, drown him?
Here. Give me
that handkerchief.
Mary. Mary. Mary!
Mary...
don't worry.
The war won't last
a year.
I'll be home
before you know it.
No sense getting married
and then having to say good-bye.
You understand that.
Sure, i understand.
Now, get some sleep.
You can manage, mary.
The boys will take care
of the stock.
When i get back,
it'll be just like
we talked about
last night.
You understand, mary?
You remember
what you said?
I remember.
I said i'll wait for you.
He got what was
coming to him.
Half of abilene
knows about it.
I've heard of
some big suckers in my time...
this ain't
our affair!
You know what he done?
When he marched off
to preserve the union,
he signed over
his ranch to this gal
so she could
work it legal.
Guess what.
Come back to find out
she'd sold it...
used the money
to run off with another fella!
It's nothing
to laugh at!
No? Well,
laugh at this, then!
What am i
supposed to do, cry?
Feel sorry for him?
I got nothing against
these fellas.
They just happened along.
But him... i never hurt him
no ways,
and he starts out
to hunt me!
Days, weeks,
like an animal.
That's enough.
This ain't none of
our business.
He wants his land back,
and i'll tell you
something,
his end of the reward
ain't enough to buy it.
That's
# your business.
I think i'll make
some coffee.
Then why did he make
a deal with us to begin with?
Howie's a practical man.
He needed you fellas' help
to get through this rough country.
But the closer we get
to abilene,
the more you've got
to worry.
Given my choice,
i'll take hand-panning
and running water
naturally,
especially when
you're working alone like i do.
Of course, when you
get a strike
in high country...
like here, for instance...
your big problem
is getting the water
to where
you're digging.
Yeah. That's the trouble
my friend had.
Ground full of gold
and no water to work it...
hey.
Now maybe
you'll shut up!
I've been meaning
to ask...
you talk
like you seen
this fella's mine
with your own eyes.
Just heard.
Never hit it,
huh, jesse?
Nothing worth
the mention.
Seems i been looking
all my life.
All my life.
That's a long time
to look
for something.
Maybe you been looking
in the wrong places.
Fella says there's
gold in the valley,
i go to
the valley.
Fella says dig here,
i dig.
Fella says
there's a rush on to the north,
i go north.
In '49,
run to california.
Still remember...
spent good money for maps.
Even made
my own maps.
I've seen fellas
too drunk to walk
fall on their face
and find gold,
but never me.
Hey, jesse!
Where's roy?
He rode off
before dawn.
Didn't say where.
That's enough
shaving.
Give me that.
Drop it there.
Well, you slept
yourself out.
Must be halfway
to noon almost.
Why didn't
somebody wake me?
What's everybody
lying around for?
Oh!
That tells you
better than me.
You get him
some breakfast.
You can change the wrapping,
girlie.
Why me?
Because i say so!
Don't fuss
all the time!
Hold on, jesse.
This girl's been up
half the night
taking care of him.
She's wore out.
Never mind, ben.
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