The Shadow Riders Page #3

I'd rather end up

in Chihuahua.

[panting]

[grunting]

[coughing]

She's comin' in, Major.

Bring down the trade goods

and all the people now

onto the beach.

Yes, sir.

Attention, men!

Bring down the trade goods

and the people

to the beach now!

Look, there's the ship.

(man)

You heard the Lieutenant!

Don't just stand there gapin',

move!

Pull them wagons round.

(Lt. Butler)

Soldier, get these women

lined up with the others.

Get up.

Don't you touch her.

[groans]

Hell in petticoats.

Don't touch 'em, Hardy.

Ow!

Get in there.

Come on, let's get in there.

Get in there.

(man)

Take it right up to shore.

Careful, seor.

Colonel Hammond,

I'm Major Ashbury.

Even down here, Major,

we're aware

that the war is over.

It's not for me,

or for my men.

That's why I contacted you.

We're in the market

for arms and ammunition.

We plan to go back

and kill the Yankees.

Well, it's a relief

to see that you don't

hold a grudge, Major.

I'd like to see the guns.

Surely.

Rifle.

Lieutenant.

(Lt. Butler)

Sir?

I'll need 200 more,

and ammunition.

That is not a problem, Major.

I'd like to see

the rest of the guns now.

You can't. They're not here.

Then where are they?

Two days sailing from here.

I've run guns

for too long, Major.

I make it a practise

to see the other man's

merchandise first.

Then take a look.

I guarantee these women

will bring a good price.

The men I took are strong,

they're ideal for workin'

in the silver mines.

Plus a herd of cattle

and horses.

That's the grain?

Most of it.

We have close to a ton.

I understand

Maximilian needs it

to feed his troops,

and you do business

with Maximilian.

I do business

with the highest bidder.

She won't do.

She's strong.

She's a hard worker.

So is a mule, but it's not

what they're interested in

down there.

You see, this is what

they're interested in.

Young and fresh.

And spirited.

What's your price?

They're not for sale.

She speak for you, Major?

They are special.

Well, I agree.

Blonde hair is rare

south of the border,

brings a good price.

And red hair's

even more rare.

I'll give you $1,000 for her.

Well, what'll it be,

Ms. Connery?

I meant

what I said last night.

Throw in a dozen rifles,

and she's yours.

Done.

Too bad.

[insects chirping]

Get his boots.

Yeah.

[gunshot]

Dal.

Mac?

At least he remembers us.

Dal, it is you.

[panting]

They said you were--

I know,

I'm gettin' tired

of hearin' that.

(Jesse)

Yeah, they were Rebs,

all right.

Still fightin' the war.

Man leadin' 'em

calls himself Ashbury.

Cooper Ashbury? A Major?

That's him.

The men he's ridin' with

would follow him

straight into hell

if he called it.

Yeah, I was afraid of that.

You're right about

them followin' him

into hell, they would.

I rode with him once myself.

Why did they take

so many hostages?

Figured we'd be worth

somethin' to slave traders.

Comancheros.

Sell the men for slave labour

in the silver mines,

take the women

down to Chihuahua

and sell them for--

Yeah, we get the picture.

The folks,

how they doin' anyway?

[sighs]

Sittin' home alone, waitin'.

Well, at least

they're together.

Yup.

They always done

just fine together.

[waves crashing]

How're the girls doin'?

They all right?

Uh, Heather's scared.

Sissy's lookin' out for her,

and Kate's lookin' out

for both of them.

Hear you got yourself wounded

somewhere in Tennessee.

Shoulder.

But it's all right now.

Did, uh, Ma tell you

what colour I was wearin'?

Blue, grey, it doesn't matter.

A man fights

for what he believes in.

Just be glad it's over.

Amen to that.

[seagulls cawing]

Can you ride?

[grunts]

Yeah, I can ride.

Goin' in the mornin'.

[waves crashing]

[seagulls cawing]

When do we go for the guns?

The first tide.

But there'll only be yourself

and two men allowed along.

There's the grain

and the prisoners.

No room for everyone.

What about the horses

and the cattle?

My men will drive 'em down

when we come back,

in four or five days.

You have a deal, Major.

You can trust me.

I was wondering

if you would care to join me.

The pheasant

in this part of the country

is extraordinary.

Cooked with wine and sage.

You must be starved.

Well?

If you're thinking

of using that knife

on me, don't.

And if I did?

That man out there

would shoot you.

Thereby making you

a somewhat less attractive

dinner partner.

Allow me.

What happens to us now?

Chihuahua?

No.

Not you.

You're much too good

for that.

Why not Mexico City,

St. Louis, New Orleans?

I'm really tempted

to take you along with me,

but I'm just afraid

that I'd awaken some morning

and find

you'd made a necklace

with my teeth.

No, you'll stay here for now.

What about the girls?

They're coming with me.

I'd rather go with them.

I'm sorry.

I'll be back in a while,

and then we'll decide

what to do with you.

(man)

Put your backs into it, boys!

(Jesse)

Oh, God.

Kate's there,

but they took the girls.

[grunts]

[birds chirping]

[snorting]

[both grunting]

[cows mooing]

[yelling]

[gun firing]

(man)

Stampede! Stampede!

Ya!

[cows mooing]

[horses neighing]

[guns firing]

[groans]

You cut that kind of close,

didn't you?

I got sand in my eye.

[birds chirping]

I should have known

you'd come.

Yeah, you should've.

(Jesse)

I told you he was too ornery.

Jesse!

[Jesse laughing]

Oh, God, we thought

they'd killed you.

If you ain't learnt by now,

the Travens are a hard kill.

I, uh, got somethin' here

that belongs to you.

Thank you, Kate.

Hello, Mac.

Hello, Kate.

Hey, how do you like

what I picked up

on the trail?

What about Heather and Sissy?

They sailed this morning

for Mexico.

Why didn't

they take you along?

They thought I'd be trouble.

I can appreciate that.

What about Ashbury?

He sailed with them.

It's a hard ride

between here and Chihuahua.

And them travellin' by ship.

I don't know nothin'

about Mexico.

Dal?

Not much.

Jesse?

I know someone who does.

Jack Traven.

You are talkin' about

Uncle "Black Jack" Traven?

Yes, sir.

Well, big brother,

you know there are some people

who call him "scoundrel."

Some might even call him

"outlaw."

And we all know he's a rogue.

Besides, we don't know

where to find him.

Converse County Jail.

What are we waitin' for?

[sawing]

Never seen old Uncle Jack

raise a sweat before.

[birds chirping]

[chuckling]

Well,

good to see you boys

made it through the war

all right.

Well, quit gawkin'.

It's humiliatin' enough

without you laughin' on it.

Aw, come on, Uncle Jack,

you've been in jail before.

Well, I don't care about that.

It's the workin'

I'm talkin' about.

A lot of men have seen me

raise a lot of hell

in my time,

but not one man alive

has ever seen me

raise a blister.

Well, don't fret

about it, Jack.

We're not gonna tell nobody.

What did they

lock you up for?

Oh, they're just tryin'

to make somethin'

out of nothin'.

I met this gal

over in Big Springs,

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