The Undefeated Page #2

You let moonlight and magnolia|blossoms go to your head,

and you forget the real|purpose of your mission!

Newby!

[ Thomas ] Don't tell me|I can't resign,Joe.

I volunteered into this outfit,|and I'll volunteer out!

There's still a lot|of work to be done!

Not for me, there isn't!|I came into this thing!!!

three years ago with|7 5 volunteers, all good riders!

Do you know how many|of those men are left?

No, but I imagine|you're going to tell me!

Well, if you'll look out|this window, you'll see ten!

Two of them|won't make Christmas!

I still can't understand what those men|have to do with you resigning!

They didn't join the army,Joe!|They joined me!

For three years|I've watched them fall,

and not one of'em quit|and not one of'em deserted!

Those that are left deserve|more than a pat on the back!!!

from some newspaper editor, and|I'm gonna see that they get it!

The army needs horses! Well, there's|plenty of horses in the Territory--

wild horses in Arizona and New Mexico--|and we're goin' after them!

- And sell them to the army?|- We're sure as hell not|gonna give 'em to the army!

All right! Write out a letter|of resignation, and I'll see that--

You came in mighty handy|a few times!

Take care of yourself!|We may need you again,John Henry!

You'll have a hard job|finding me,Joe!

Where to,John Henry?

Short Grub, I've been tryin' for three|years to get you to call me ''Colonel!''

Now it's too late!

- Where to,John Henry?|- West!

- The barn's yours, Newby!|- Yes, sir!

Good-bye, old lady!

How come you know they're|gonna get in here today?

'Cause I told him|to be here today, that's why!

Where do you think you're|gonna mail that thing, Solomon?

There's a Pony Express,|ain't there? Somewhere!

Still a long ways|to Oklahoma,John Henry!

- Anything could happen!|- Not to Blue Boy, it won't!

Come on, tightwad,|give me a chew!

Wait a minute, Baker!|I've only got one left!

- Come on, give me that!|- Hey, that's too big! Come on!

Give me that!

Give me that!|That's my last one!

Come on now, Frank!|I gave you a chew!

All right, I've had it!|Give me that, Frank!

- Give me that! Give me that!|- Hey! Hey!

[ Baker ] Well, I'll be damned.|Lookie yonder.

[ Whooping ]

Hello, Two Toes!|How's your wife?

Pregnant!

- What, again?|- Cold winter!

- How are you, McCartney?|- Mister McCartney!

John Henry, the least you can do|after I come all this way is say hello!

- Hello, Mr! McCartney!|- I broke my butt to get here!|You can show me some respect!

- Your cookin' still|as bad as I remember it?|- You go to hell!

You still got|that mangy old cat?

High Bred--|finest partner I ever had!

Cleans his paws|and buries his leavings!

Lot more than|some folks I know!

- Any trouble?|- No! Lost track of time, though!

I reckon I'm a day early|or a day late!

You're four days late, but they|don't know it! How are things at home?

Bad, like everywhere else,|I guess!

Yeah! Well, I guess|we better get organized!

[ Horses Neighing ]

[ Whooping, Whistling ]

Don't lose|those two over there!

Get 'em all!

[ Whooping Continues ]

[ Indistinct Shout ]

Take your time. I'll have|McCartney send you some grub.

That'll be damn nice of you! I hope|I can do the same for you sometime!

[ Horse Neighs ]

[ Sighs ]

Tough way to make a few dollars!

Fighting the damn war was|a hell of lot easier than this!

Not too close, Mudlow!|Might be catchin'!

It ain't right, you folks|holdin' anger on me!!!

just because I wouldn't|join your blamed old army!

- Go on, get!|-Just mean!Just mean folks!

Charlotte, I'd like to talk|to you tonight after supper!

After it's dark, you mean?

All you want to do is hold me|and hug me and kiss my lips!

Is there somethin'|wrong with that?

Well, a young lady's lookin'|for a mite more these days!!!

than huggin' and holdin'|and kissin'!

She's lookin' for somethin'|a teensy bit more substantial!!!

than periphery and trimmings!

Like what, Charlotte?

I've said all I'm gonna say,|Bubba Wilkes!

Well? Will you walk out|with me after supper?

Walk out? Walk out in these|dreadful swamps where--

where I could get eaten|by a tiger or somethin'?

Oh, you must've lost your|foolish mind, Bubba Wilkes!

And it just goes to prove you don't have|any true regard for me whatsoever!

A tiger?

[ Horses Neighing ]

The first good grass|you come to, give 'em a rest!

- All right,John Henry!|- We'll be back around sundown!

Hyah!

See'd your dust all day!|What you drivin'? Buffalo?

Stage arrived yet?

It's overdue! I ain't askin'|'cause I don't care!

But if your name's Thomas,|there's a couple of popinjays|waitin' inside to see you!

They've been here|for two days now!

I give 'em water the first day,|and they tooken root!

- Government agents?|- I ain't asked! They ain't said!

Are you the gentlemen|that were looking for me?

You are|MonsieurJohn Henry Thomas?

You have me at a disadvantage!

I am Monsieur Pierre Petain!

This is my companion,|Seor Luis Escodero!

We have the honor to represent|the emperor Maximilian of Mexico!

Oh!

Won't you have a chair,|Monsieur Thomas?

Well, thank you, no!|We're waiting for the stage--

We understand|you have many horses!

- Is that correct, Mr! Thomas?|- It could be!

We have been authorized by the emperor|to purchase all you can supply!

Well, I'm afraid you gentlemen|have made a long trip for nothing!

My horses are going|to the United States Army!

But, Mr! Thomas, we'll buy|the whole herd, sight unseen!

Top dollar, if you|drive them to Mexico!

- All expenses paid!|- Stagecoach is comin'!

I'm sorry, gentlemen!|Our army needs them!

Pardon me!

Whoa! Pedro Flats!

- Mr! Thomas?|- That's right!

My name is D!J! Giles, and this|is my associate, Mr! Ezra Parker!

- Howdy! This is Short Grub!|- We're out of the U!S! Army|purchasing office at Fort Clark,

and we understand you have|some horses to show us!

No, I have some horses|to sell you!

Three thousand, to be exact, and it's|the best herd you'll find anywhere!

Fine! Shall we go inside?|Thank you!

We'll cull your herd|tomorrow, Mr! Thomas,

as soon as our wranglers|arrive from Brackettville!

I suppose that out of 3,000 head,|we ought to able to find 500 or so|that we can use!

- Our usual procedure is this--|-Just rein up a minute, Mr! Giles!

You're goin' a little fast for me!|Do you mind trottin' through that again?

Not at all! I said|that out of 3,000 head,

we might be able to find|500 or so that we can use!

You know, animals|that meet our specifications!

Well, I have 3,000 for sale,|not 500!

Well, surely you don't|expect us to purchase!!!

just any old horse|for the United States Army?

Well, now there just ain't|''any old horse'' in this whole herd!

You'll take 'em all or none!

Mr! Thomas, I'm sure|you're aware of the fact!!!

that, uh, times are hard!

Maybe not as hard as you think!

The army's not that hungry|for horse flesh!

This country is going through|a period of reconstruction!

Money is in short supply!|Hmm?

Who can you sell 'em to|if not to us?

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