The Unforgiven Page #2

Hallelujah!

We did it together.

Us Rawlins and you Zacharys.

What sayeth the Lord?

The Lord sayeth, "Be fruitful and multiply."

Multiply!

We old folks,

we done all the multiplying we can.

You say.

Therefore, Ben, Mathilda...

I'd like to see

our two families joined together.

- Keep talking, Papa.

- I don't mean you.

Not yet, anyway. And pull your dress down.

Who then, partner?

He means me.

You?

Charlie?

Charlie, come here.

Speak up, Charlie.

Tell my brother what you want.

Me?

Nothing, sir.

You're a liar, Charlie.

I suppose I am.

Tell him, Charlie, or I'll tell him.

Ben Zachary, sir...

I want to come courting.

Courting who?

Rachel.

My baby sister?

She's a pretty big baby.

And big enough, soon enough.

Hush, Mother. You're getting drunk.

Drunk. Drunk don't tell lies.

Ben, what say you?

I'll think on it.

You'll think on it.

And that's all he'll ever do, too, Papa.

The same goes with Cash Zachary.

I'm 20 years old, and I've been waiting

Maybe you ain't asked the right Zachary.

- Do you love me, Andy?

- I do.

Except you're tearing my coat.

Do you want to marry me?

I'd like that just fine...

except I promised myself

I'd go to Wichita first.

What in the world for?

I ain't never in my life had...

a glass of beer.

How long will that take?

- Month or two.

- I can't wait, I just can't.

I found a gray hair in my head this morning.

Cash, you old stickleback,

you know you love Georgia.

- Do I?

- He don't.

- Don't I?

- I don't want him. I hate him.

Come here, Georgia.

No, not in a million years.

I said come here.

Dust him good, Georgia.

Closer.

Georgia, you just spoiled the best chance

you ever had of getting me married.

I hate you.

I'll kill them.

I'll kill all the men in the whole world.

Honey, pretty, you'd just be sorry tomorrow.

Honey, pretty,

if you're all that anxious to get married...

there's an old man over in the brush,

with one good eye.

What old man?

Georgia.

He didn't mention his name.

Mama, that's the old hunter.

The one I told you about.

What old hunter?

Mama, was anybody here?

Nobody, Cash.

Nobody at all.

But, Mama, that crazy old man.

The one with the saber.

Him.

Did you see him, Mama?

Yes. Many and many a time.

I've seen a hundred if I've seen one.

They all look alike to me.

Lonely.

There are lonely men

riding all over this country.

Buffalo hunters, only the buff is gone.

I feel sorry for them.

No home, no family.

Sorry for them, I tell you.

Will you do something for me, Cash?

Stay home.

It's a dirty job. I'm coming along.

Glory, glory, hallelujah

Glory, glory, hallelujah

Fiery sword!

Zacharys are finished!

Quit and run!

Cash?

Seen him?

- You hear him shout something?

- Was that him or the wind?

- I saw the flash of his saber.

- Where?

First over there, and then over here.

- Maybe there's two of him.

- There's two of us.

Arrows of God upon them!

He can't get far on a dead horse.

- Cash?

- Yeah.

I can't see for nothing.

Couldn't see a standing mountain

in this storm.

It's hopeless, Cash.

Hopeless for now.

Be three or four days

till this norther blows itself out.

Three or four days, he'll be dead.

He'll dry up and blow away.

Kelseys don't die. They got to be killed.

Ben!

Get him!

Hang on, Ben!

Ride him, boy! Ride him!

Okay!

Hang on, now!

There, he'll never make it!

Hold him! I'll ride him!

You'll ride him, you can get him, Charlie!

Ride him, Charlie!

Stay with him, Charlie!

You don't hurt me none!

Poor Charlie-boy, you didn't ride him

long enough to get warm.

I'm right proud of you, Charlie.

Don't feel bad.

Ain't a man that can't be thrown.

Or ain't a horse that can't be rode.

Why don't you give her a try...

paleface?

Easy, girl, easy.

Ain't you the prettiest devil I ever did see?

I'm going to ride you now...

easy and slow.

It ain't going to hurt much.

Not after the first time, anyway.

You've got a burr in your pretty hair, ma'am.

Finish him! One less redhide.

You shut up, Cash.

Ben's a might touchy about Rachel.

Yeah.

I got pay coming...

and a bonus for every horse I busted so far.

We pay off in Wichita.

- I ain't fired?

- What for?

You're the party done all the suffering.

Anybody else see a burr in my sister's hair?

You, Rachel!

What reason you got to come smiling,

sashaying around here...

other than females?

Why? Am I so different

from the other neighbor women?

They stick to their wagons,

where they belong.

Maybe they're just not interested

in finding a husband.

Get on your horse and go home to Mama.

Ben!

- What?

- He's gone!

- Who?

- Guipago's gone!

Guipago, gone?

He wouldn't run away,

not with his reins down.

He'd stand. I know he'd stand!

Who could have been so mean

as to steal him?

Maybe he run away.

Not with his reins down, he'd stand.

I know it!

If that don't beat all!

Gotta put up $100 silver for the horse

and a dollar more for the thief on his back.

Don't be a fool. We know who stole it.

Anybody finds him, it'll be us.

Only an Injun

would be crazy enough to steal it.

Just like Zeb's saying, Ben.

I think it's Injun work.

It's Injun work, all right. They done it.

Maybe.

Come on, honey.

Get on behind me. We're going home.

Ben, I've never seen you

so oddly thoughtful.

I don't care about that old horse

if it's gonna worry you to death.

It ain't the horse, exactly.

Go on, tell me.

It must be something dreadful.

It's nothing.

Are you mad at me for sashaying around?

When I get you home, I'm gonna whup you.

Tell me again, Ben.

Tell you what?

About the night Papa brought me home...

- and the stars were falling.

- Yes.

You were the prettiest baby I ever did see.

- Am I still pretty?

- Nope. Old age has overtook you.

Ben, I saw blue butterflies

down by the creek this morning.

About a million of them.

They were flying in twos, like sweethearts...

with four wings apiece.

That ain't a ladylike thing to say, is it?

Hang on to these days.

Don't grow up too fast.

I got a big choice in this country.

I could marry that handsome,

winsome Charlie...

or that baby, Jude.

I could even marry you!

- Watch your language, girl!

- Why not? We're not cousins.

- We're not even relatives.

- We're not even friends.

Ben, if you met me in Wichita...

and had never seen me before...

would you take after me, hat in hand,

mouth open, drunk or sober?

I've just made up my mind.

Have you?

I'm going to tell Charlie he can come

courting if he wants to.

I already told him that.

Wake up, Cash. We got company.

What is it?

Kiowas! Dirty, stinking Kiowas.

- What do they want?

- I don't know.

But we'd better fort up.

Rachel, stay away from that window.

May the Lord bless this food.

Andy.

And may the Lord deliver us from evil,

red or white.

Amen.

Turn your plates over and hop to.

Fill up.

I'm a little off my feed this morning.

Now ain't this something?

We're eating

with the smell of the stinking killers...

coming through that window,

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