Chato's Land Page #2
- PG
- Year:
- 1972
- 100 min
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Mr. Malechie?
Soon as I wash up.
Will you have
coffee and biscuits?
That's to my taste.
We'll ride
to Ezra Meade's.
Get him and his Indian
and meet up at the wells.
Aw, Jubal, I
had a hankering
for biscuits
and coffee.
[Jubal]
You'll do
as I say.
Just keep
moving.
You see that
Brady Logan woman?
That's what I call
a fine-looking woman.
Put it
from your mind.
Thinking
ain't sinning.
Jubal, don't you
ever get bothered?
[Chuckles]
I swear,
brother Earl,
one of these days
you're gonna
get caught
halfway up
somebody else's
peach tree,
and you're
gonna be dead.
[Chuckles]
[Sheep bleating]
Brady Logan
and the Mexican.
I'm taking Raoul.
Do you have
to go, Gavin?
You know
I have to.
I hate it
when you're gone.
You and Moira
won't be alone.
I'm leaving
the Mexicans.
That's not
the same.
And what would
they think of us,
neighbors
and all?
We're new
here, Edna.
We're carving out
a place here.
We've gotta do
what's expected
of us.
To hunt down
some poor man?
He killed
the sheriff.
And he's Indian.
[Horse whinnying]
Is your pa
around, Jacob?
I'm around.
You're not going to ask
to step down, Jubal?
We haven't
given you
any call to speak
harsh words, Ezra.
Say your piece.
Eli Saunders
was murdered
by a 'pache breed.
The world
won't grieve.
Quincey Whitmore
has got up a posse.
to ride with us, Ezra,
or leastways, lend us
your injun to track.
I won't ride
with your kind.
As for the injun,
he's his own man.
[Speaking Tigua]
He says the apache's
not his enemy.
Now, ain't
that pretty?
We ain't gonna let
no damn injun...
shut
your mouth.
He was
a white man,
Ezra.
He was a redneck
with a loud mouth
and a gun.
I heard he
got no more
than he
called for.
Son,
you wanna
swallow back
them words?
Ride out.
[C*cks rifle]
We're waiting
for an apology, Ezra.
[Jacob]
You'll not
get one here.
Don't give me
the pleasure.
[Chuckles]
[Horse whinnying]
Hyah!
Where's Meade?
He won't
ride with us.
He favors
the breed.
Ezra always was
a mite stand-off.
It'll not
be forgotten.
I always thought
of Meade
as a good
neighbor.
Who's the mex?
He rides
for Malechie.
Looks more than
half apache to me.
He's part Yaqui.
You best keep
a short rope on him.
We'll turn south
from here
and head towards
the high country.
Keep spread out
and hunt for sign.
Anyone see anything,
raise a shout
or shoot twice.
Malechie,
tell your Mexican
to scout ahead
over by
that long ridge.
That's the last place
we caught his trail.
[Speaking Spanish]
lSi, senor./l
[Quincey]
Whiskey and
a hot sun don't mix.
[Nye]
Well, neither
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