The Outlaw Josey Wales Page #4

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Cheyenne Chief, Black Kettle...

...figures that she did not

resist enough.

[LITTLE MOONLIGHT SPEAKS

IN NATIVE LANGUAGE]

Hell, man, can't you get

her to shut up?

[LITTLE MOONLIGHT SPEAKS

IN NATIVE LANGUAGE]

[LONE WATIE SPEAKS

IN NATIVE LANGUAGE]

Anyway, she says...

...when she come to that trading post...

...she didn't know this man,

Zukie Limmer...

...was selling liquor.

She also wants you to know...

...that although he beat her a lot...

...nothing happened between them.

And she says you are a great warrior...

...and that she sort of belongs to you

for what you done for her.

Look, you tell her I don't want

nobody belonging to me.

That meal was damn good.

I'm going to take up tepee living

if it's like this.

You know, she thinks I'm some kind

of a Cherokee chief.

I wonder where she ever got that idea.

JOSEY:

Chief! Chief!

Chief.

I was just wondering.

I suppose that mangy hound's

got no place else to go either.

He might as well ride along with us.

Hell, everybody else is.

MAN:

Hey, you!

Want to buy some Indian scalps?

WOMAN:

Nasty habit, young fellow.

You born in a barn?

Hold it. Real still.

The wheat is from Kansas and the

molasses comes from Missouri.

We'll do without molasses.

Anything from Missouri

has a taint about it.

Grandma, you've got to tread lightly

now we're here in Texas.

Lots of nice elements from

Missouri coming West.

Nothing nice comes from Missouri.

And treading lightly is not my way.

We're from Kansas.

Jayhawkers, and proud of it.

SHOPKEEPER:
I know how you feel.

I'm a Hoosier, myself.

Personally, I don't think much

of Hoosiers neither.

CARPETBAGGER:

Yes, friends, yes!

This is a positive remedy

for weariness...

...turgidity of the bowels and--

Say, you're an Indian, aren't you?

You speak any English?

Well, sir, this is the very best thing...

...for those who can't handle

their liquor.

What's in it?

I don't know. Various things.

I'm only the salesman.

You drink it.

What's that?

You drink it.

Well, what can you expect

from a nonbeliever?

That old lady don't know the trouble

she can get into talking like that.

Too many folks around here

with thin skin.

Lots of Southern boys

been getting into trouble here.

Cullen Baker and Captain Bob Lee

been fighting over in Fannin County.

Bill Longley, Creed Taylor...

...and all them other Taylors

down in Gonzalez.

Killed Simp Dixon over in Cotton Gin...

...weighted him down with lead.

I got a picture postcard of it.

Here. Have a look.

Josey Wales.

What say?

Josey Wales.

They say he's coming into Texas.

Won't come through here though.

Killed 50, 60 men.

Regulators are all over the place

looking for him.

How much for all this?

Three dollars.

Those regulators would pay plenty...

...to the man who could

identify Josey Wales.

Reckon so.

How about you, sir?

Just a few bottles left.

You won't regret it.

Oh, my God!

It's Josey Wales!

You going to pull those pistols

or whistle "Dixie"?

I told you to stay inside.

Goddamn Indian squaw!

Let's go!

JOSEY:

Welcome to Texas, Mr. Lone Watie.

I guess we ain't going to see that

little Navajo girl again.

I guess not.

I kind of liked her.

-But it's always like that.

-Like what?

Whenever I get to liking someone,

they ain't around long.

I notice when you get to disliking someone

they ain't around long neither.

How did you know which one

was going to shoot first?

That one in the center

had a flap holster...

...and he was in no itching hurry.

And the one second from the left...

...had scared eyes.

He wasn't going to do nothing.

But that one on the far left...

...had crazy eyes.

Figured him to make the first move.

And the one on the right?

Never paid no him no mind.

You were there.

I could have missed.

SHOPKEEPER:
Yes, sir!

It was Josey Wales, all right!

Saw him heading north out of town

with a renegade Injun.

I can identify him.

And I'd certainly be glad

to share in any reward.

Knew him quite well, actually.

Well, not a hard man to track.

Leaves dead men wherever he goes.

He's heading north now...

...riding with a renegade Indian.

He's heading north now,

but he'll turn southwest...

...head for Mexico.

Then we'll turn southwest

and head for Mexico.

Tell them to head north.

What are you talking about?

Look at those boys over there

with tied-down guns.

Bounty hunters.

Come out of a war,

got no other way to make a living.

Every last mother's son of them wants

that money you've got on Wales' head.

You and me didn't ride

all that way for that.

I don't want to hear Wales is dead.

I want to see Wales dead.

We're heading north, men. Let's ride.

They're following us.

Couple of horses, far off, moving fast.

I don't hear nothing.

Got to be an Indian to know

those things.

Yeah. All right, let's take them

out in the sand.

Glad you stopped me when you did.

I might have killed her.

Oh, I noticed that.

She got some supplies...

...and our horses...

...and followed us around.

She said we was the only kin she had.

I bet we are, at that.

You know, every man I ever knew...

...who was good with a gun and lived...

...always had an edge.

Some of them would like to have

the sun behind their back.

That's always a good idea.

Yeah. Sure pays to have an edge.

Yeah.

All kind of edges.

-Yeah.

-Yep.

[DOG WHIMPERS]

-Howdy.

-Howdy.

-Is something wrong?

-Nope.

I guess you were right.

I ain't that old, after all.

LONE WATIE:

Not many men west of here.

We're getting into Comanche country.

Wagon tracks.

But I never seen tracks like these.

Never heard of Comanches traveling

in two-wheeled carts.

Comancheros.

[LITTLE MOONLIGHT SPEAKS

IN NATIVE LANGUAGE]

Comancheros...

...trade liquor and guns

to Comanche for horses.

Trade women too.

How many of them?

Eight, maybe nine horses,

and a couple of carts.

Those poor pilgrims from Kansas.

They don't look too proud now, do they?

LAURA LEE:

Wait.

Please.

You son of a b*tch!

Ten Bears is going to want

a fresh woman!

Fresh, that little gal will

bring maybe 20 horses.

Now if one of you has to,

take that old woman over there.

She might be worth maybe one donkey.

Fix yourself.

[DOG WHIMPERS]

Move faster!

If you fall...

...they'll let you die. Keep walking.

Come around here, b*tch.

Come around here.

Come here. Now you listen to me.

I want you looking real good

when we get to Ten Bears.

So I want you to jump in that wagon

and put on one of your best little dresses.

It might boost your price.

If you look good enough, I might outbid

old Ten Bears and take you for myself.

If I figure this right...

...we're facing the sun.

This ought to give him an edge.

Who are you talking about?

What the hell does he want?

Looks like a parley.

Are you just going to sit there or

you going to see what he wants?

Get ready, little lady.

Hell is coming to breakfast.

That's a mighty nice horse

you got there, mister.

Would you sell it?

We will give you a good price.

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