The Shadow Riders Page #2

Two months ago.

He got wounded

somewhere in Tennessee,

and they sent him home.

Looks like

you put up a fight.

Oh, I managed

to get off

a couple of shots,

but there was just

too many of 'em.

Comanches have

got nothin' on them.

They took all the livestock

and just about

every speck of food

we had in the place.

You keep sayin' "they," Pa.

Who're you talkin' about?

Soldiers. Like him. Rebs.

You got any idea

where they went?

South is all

anybody seems to know.

Mama? You all right?

She ain't slept

since it happened.

How can I sleep

when they stole my children?

What about the Connery place?

Kate all right?

(Pa)

Kate was here.

Came for supper.

You mean she's with them?

You know Kate,

she'd give 'em a fight.

What about the law?

What've they been doin'?

Not much they could do

without gettin' folks killed.

And if it's Gillette

you're talkin' about,

he wasn't even around.

Where the hell's he been

the last few days?

I figure

I'll go into town

and ask him that.

Go get my children

and you bring 'em back.

Don't worry, Mama,

we'll find them.

Mac, I don't want

you havin' a run-in

with Miles Gillette.

You might kill him.

[snickers]

Why don't you stay here

with the folks?

I'm gonna ride over

to the Sparks' place

and talk to Shorty.

Yeah, I guess you're right.

Somebody ought to stay

with Ma and Pa.

You just find out

who did it, Dal.

Be ready to ride.

[horses neighing]

[bell ringing]

[snorting]

Dal? I'll be doggone.

Everybody had you

dead and buried

for dang near a year.

Good to see

you're still kickin'.

How are you, Miles?

You got any idea

who hit our folks' place?

And all we know

is a band of renegades

swept through

about a week ago.

Hit about

a half a dozen places

in the county,

then just disappeared.

Eh, how many of 'em?

Oh, about a dozen of 'em,

from what I heard.

Armed to the teeth.

Had some wagons with 'em.

Some of 'em full of grain,

others were carryin'

prisoners.

Where were you

when all of this was goin' on?

I was down in Converse,

runnin' down a prisoner

of my own.

That's, kind of,

out of your territory,

isn't it?

Yep, a ways.

But I wanted

to see this man locked up.

Happens he was a kin

of yours, your Uncle Jack.

Dal, even if I'd been here

when the renegades

come through,

there's nothin'

I could have done about it.

You could've gone after 'em.

They didn't leave much choice.

Said anyone tried followin',

they'd find nothin'

but bodies.

Dal?

Hello, Frank.

Sorry you had to come back

to somethin' like this.

Appears

they hit your place, too.

Happens I was out

at your folks', with Kate.

We were engaged, Dal.

Gonna get married.

We all thought you were dead.

Pa said

they were headed south.

Yeah, pulled out

about four days ago.

I got a feelin'

you're goin' after 'em.

Mac's out at the place now.

He'll ride with me.

Sharp's. Take 'em.

Knock the stripes off a skunk

from 500 yard.

Thanks, Miles.

[horse neighing]

I'm sorry.

She's a hell of a woman.

[seagulls cawing]

[cattle mooing]

[waves crashing]

[horses neighing]

[gasps]

I want to go home.

I know, Heather. We all do.

Why hasn't someone

come to help us, Kate?

Someone has to come.

We can't count on that.

[whispering]

We've got to do it ourselves.

How?

I'm gonna talk to Jesse.

Do you think they'll let you?

Only one way to find out.

Watch yourself, Kate.

[cattle mooing]

Hold it.

How're the girls holdin' up?

They want to go home.

Kate, if they take

us all to Mexico,

we don't have a chance.

Maybe this'll help.

Where'd you get that?

From Dal, when we were kids.

I keep thinkin'

I'm gonna look up someday,

and there he is.

He's dead, Jesse.

I don't believe that.

He's too ornery.

[horse neighing]

I might need some help.

I'll be waitin'

for your move.

Ms. Connery?

Get back to the women.

[seagulls cawing]

And as for you,

whatever it is

you're hatchin', forget it,

or end up dead.

(Mac)

Horses, cattle,

three or four wagons,

all of 'em carryin'

a real load.

(Dal)

Yeah, a regular caravan.

They're headin'

for the coast.

Figured they'd head

straight for Mexico.

I don't get it.

Maybe they're goin'

for a swim.

Well, they can swim

in the Rio Grande.

[cattle mooing]

No matter what happens,

I want you

to stay out of the way.

What are you up to?

Just do as I say.

Ms. Connery.

Please, sit down.

I was wonderin'

when we'd have

a little time to visit.

(Kate)

Why are you doing this?

I have my reasons.

No reason could be worth

what you're doing.

I'm talkin' about the South,

Ms. Connery,

and a way of life

that was taken from us.

What makes you think

you can get it back?

Ms. Connery,

the rebel yell

was first heard at Manassas,

and at 100 battles since then,

from Richmond to Gettysburg.

The rebel yell

is hard to describe.

It's a mixture of fear

and anger and exaltation

but it inspires men,

even from defeat.

These damn Yankees think

they've heard the last of it,

but they haven't,

and I'm gonna get it back

any way I can.

These people

have nothing to do

with any of that.

I'm sorry. I'm truly sorry.

[man coughing]

Hey, you,

these ropes

are startin' my wrists

to bleed.

How about makin' 'em looser?

[men shouting]

[guns firing]

(sentry)

Somebody's escapin'.

Hold your fire.

I don't want him dead.

(man)

I'll get him. I'll get him.

[soldiers clamouring]

(Ashbury)

I said, no shootin'.

Major!

Kill him.

[women gasping]

[guns firing]

(Ashbury)

That's the end of him.

Too bad, he would've brought

a good price in Mexico.

[sobbing]

(Mac)

Great idea of yours,

takin' this canyon.

It's hot enough to pop corn.

[fly buzzing]

Get a leg broke.

Everything seems

to have a bite to it,

and I'm smellin'

like an old sheepherder.

Mac, they got

a four-day jump on us.

This canyon's the shortest way

I know to the coast.

Yeah.

Come on, big brother.

What's got your back up?

You ain't said much

the last couple of hours.

Uh, it's Kate.

I never figured

that woman to run off.

Well, Dal,

she thought you were dead.

Well, she might have waited

to find out.

I mean, Frank King!

Nice enough fella.

Owns a big ranch,

runs a lot of cattle.

[horse neighing]

Always said

there never could be

no other man.

Hell, even if I was dead,

she didn't give me a chance

to get cold.

You're right. Forget her.

What do you mean, forget her?

She might have had

her reasons, you know.

[waves crashing]

[cattle mooing]

I'm sorry about your friend.

Go on.

You don't have to end up

like the others, Ms. Connery.

I would like to

take you back south with me.

I can offer you, a--

A more genteel way of life.

You go back there,

and they'll shoot you.

You're not a soldier anymore,

you're an outlaw.

I'm still

Major Cooper Ashbury,

and they'll follow me.

What about the Traven girls?

They'll end up

in Chihuahua eventually.

What about you, Ms. Connery?

Does my proposal interest you?

Nothing about you

interests me, Major.

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