Yellow Rock Page #2

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It's thin air, huh Roscoe...

Shut up, Billy.

A bunch of dead Indians, huh.

I want you to understand

something, Mr. Dietrich.

That burial ground was sacred to them.

And we desecrated it,

when we walked through.

And I want you to understand,

I don't give a damn

about these Indians.

All I care about is finding

my brother and his boy.

Farley, what the hell was that?

Farley, what is going on?

What is this?

Are it the Indians, huh?

It's wolves.

Don't let them get to the horses!

Billy, you see them?

Stay close.

Roscoe!

Let no one away!

They're all around us, god damn it!

He says they're hunting us.

Roscoe!

Don't you stand there, help me!

Get them off!

Hold it.

Help me!

His arm, I think it's broken.

Get me my bag.

Do you think the Indian is right?

It's the curse?

He's praying to the Great Spirit

for forgiveness for crossing

the sacred land.

We could use it.

I guess we both know we should

have listened to him last night.

Yeah, you're right about that.

Whiskey is not a cure

for all answering.

I know.

But it helps.

After my wife passed away

it was just me and my boy.

I took him trapping one day.

He was fooling around...

and went chasing after possums.

He fell into a river bed...

Before I knew it...

the river had him...

by the time I got to him...

He was only 8 years old.

I am sorry, Tom. Truly.

You know I...

I look into the face of death

every single day.

I'd wish I could defeat it,

but I can't.

I try.

Because a person's fate is not

always in our hands.

- Maybe it's time to be different.

- Maybe.

- I sure hope they'll find that boy.

- Me too.

It seems we're more concerned about

than they are though.

You noticed that too?

You do know Dietrich, don't you?

A bit.

But I stay mostly to myself

these days.

Last night they didn't recognize

the sound of wolves.

But they told they were trappers.

- Dietrich told you that?

- That's right.

- That's horseshit.

Good morning.

I need to talk to Broken Wing.

She has a soft spot for that Indian.

I don't trust him.

- I'm just saying.

- Just saying what?

I'll tell you what Hanner, you mind

your business and I mind mine.

- Hey, what's he doing?

- It's gonna help you, all right.

- What did he say?

- He said:
Now you are "broken wing" too.

God damn Indian! Get, get!

Get him out of here!

Relax.

- I don't want his voodoo around me.

- It's all right.

It's gonna hurt an itch a little,

so leave it alone.

Here.

That don't get you luck.

That's poison oak.

Billy just found a place to water

the horses, back up there ways.

Okay, let's see it.

Hold it right there!

Boss!

Get down of that horse.

I said get down of that horse!

Cobb!

How close are we to Falcon's Peak?

This is Falcon's Peak.

You want to find your kin? You go find them.

I ain't helping you. This is horseshit.

What's happening?

Let's go!

McKinley / Johnson

Mining Company

Cobb, get him! Get him!

Don't you move, son-of-a-b*tch!

- What the hell is going on?

- What does it look like?

Looks like you're a goddamn liar.

- Tie him up and drag him.

- No.

Don't you touch him!

Don't you touch him!

Damn, god damn you!

You ain't dead yet?

Hey son-of-a-b*tch,

I'm talking to you.

Hey drunkard, you want a drink?

- Look at this.

- Come on, move it down.

Warning!

McKinley / Johnson

Mining Company

Give me a hand.

I got it.

I got it, I got it.

Wait up. Watch it!

There, Roscoe.

Hurry up, Roscoe.

Son-of-a-b*tch.

- That old man was right.

- Damn!

How much you figure we got here?

More than enough!

Look at this.

- I can not believe!

- Have you seen?

This is gold!

Pure gold.

Go.

Let's start get this on the horses.

I ain't leaving.

Come on, move it!

Move it!

Boss!

Boss! That Indian is gone!

Boss, that Indian is gone!

Boss!

That Indian is gone.

Damn it! Go find him before

he brings more back here.

We ain't going nowhere until

we work out a split.

There is plenty of gold.

Yeah Farley, with Billy's take,

there is more for all of us.

He has been buried just 15 minutes.

And you already are taking his cut?

He's dead. He can't use it.

You're wasting time!

Go find that Indian!

What the hell are you doing?

That Indian is gonna have

running us around in circles.

Get him up.

I need him to get me back here.

They never gonna find him.

And he's gonna come back and kill you.

I don't trust Max.

If he tries anything,

it'll be the last thing he does.

Relax Farley, we'll get back to camp.

If he's still to camp,

we'll take Max.

We've gone far enough.

I'm going back for the gold.

Come on, Mr. Hanner.

Me and you here.

Get up!

What?

You want a gun, Hanner?

Get the hell up, Hanner!

You want this?

Here you go.

You want it?

What do you want?

I want your blood.

- Where the hell have you been?

- We couldn't find our way back.

Where is Hanner?

He's dead.

Where is the gold?

I got as many bags

I can out of there.

Tomorrow morning you can get your

fat ass in there and get the rest.

I can't figure out why they didn't

come back for that gold.

They never left.

They died here.

They caught the white man's disease.

Shut up.

The only one I can't cure,

the only one the Indians are immune to.

The Indians were right.

You got the fever for yellow rock.

- There ain't no such thing.

- Yes, there is!

- There ain't!

- Yes, there is!

There ain't no such thing!

- I told you to shut up.

- You shut up!

Let me tell you something.

The Indians say,

when the white man came,

they opened a wound

in that mountain.

They cut its veins.

And he mountain bled.

And the caught the fever.

They were riddled with it.

I see the symptoms.

In all of you.

It makes you sweat,

it makes you a headache.

You can't think of anything

else but the gold.

You feel it?

I see it in all of you.

You're just trying to take

that gold out of the mountain.

And you won't make it down alive.

You hear me?

You got it the worst.

There is no curing you.

No curing you!

Keep your goddamn mouth shut!

You're all gonna die here.

You hear me?

Hey, boss.

What she said last night

about that curse...

You think there is

anything to it?

What the hell are you talking about?

The gold...

Why ain't nobody come back for it?

Because those jackasses probably got killed

by the Indians and they left it behind.

Go tend to those horses.

Yes, sir.

You're gonna do what you said?

Just load the gold on,

and I'll kill them all.

Get your ass up here.

Sh*t!

I need some water.

Can I have some water, please?

Please.

You're limping.

A goddamn horse stepped on my foot.

If you untie me I can help you.

I'll take a look at it.

I can't do that, ma'am.

You need to untie me.

Let me go, I didn't do anything.

I don't deserve to die.

Roscoe, let me go.

You are not like the other ones.

Let me go.

Get up here.

I'm sorry, boss.

I got a horse get away from me.

Never mind the goddamn horse.

Get the rest of those bags.

Yes, sir.

I can't load all the stuff

on the horses.

What the hell you are doing?

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