The Last Wagon

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I got him! I got him!

He's out of bullets. Come on.

Come on.

Whoa.

- We'll track 'im. You take the other bank.

- We'll get him.

Hyah!

Smack into Apache

country without no gun.

- Eh. - This is his third

day without food or water.

I'm gonna tell one and

all that Comanche Todd...

was the bravest man I ever hung.

You cover. I'll trail.

All right.

Well, now, lookee here.

No need to save water any longer.

Just enough to keep you alive.

Just enough to get

you back to that rope.

Heard of a hangin' up by Cheyenne.

Took nearly half an hour

for the fella to die.

Just chokin' to death.

You're gonna break that record.

Too proud to beg, huh?

Whoa.

Good day.

I'm Sheriff Harper from Oak Creek.

Got me a killer here I'm takin' back.

Sheriff. I'm William Normand, late colonel

in the Union Army. We're headed for Tucson.

You know where you're at?

Canyon de la Muerte, isn't it?

Apache canyon of death.

How come they let you take this

route with no military escort?

Fort was shorthanded due to

the Apache raids up north.

- All my men are veterans.

- At what?

- Fightin'.

- Apaches?

Well, no. We're from

beyond the Mississippi.

Well, then you can use an extra gun,

at least until you get to Oak Creek.

He'll be safe in your

custody, I suppose.

Just that we've got women

and children with us.

He'll be safe. First time he

don't look safe, he'll get dead.

Come on.

Who are the strangers, Colonel?

The sheriff from Oak Creek, Mrs. Clinton,

with a murderer he's bringing to justice.

Clint, form a crescent and

tie up at that far pine.

Yes, sir.

He really a killer?

Going to hang him?

Why don't we do it here tonight?

Matter of a thousand-dollar

reward from the territory.

Sheriff, you can bunk

under that far wagon.

Can we camp here, Brother?

Yes, Sis. This is our place.

Sis, look.

You stop that!

That's right, tadpole.

You keep that gun handy.

He's killed more people

than you got freckles.

I got no freckles.

And I don't care what he's done.

He's a human being, and you're

treating him like an animal.

The young woman's right, Sheriff.

Secure your prisoner,

but stop the brutality.

Now, look here, you Christers.

This here's Comanche Todd!

He killed three of my brothers - ambushed

'em like the Comanches he come from.

Don't be fooled by the color

of his eyes and his skin.

He may be white, but

inside he's all Comanche.

Lived with 'em 20 years

of his own choosin'.

And I say any Injun-lovin'

white who chooses

Comanches against his

own kind is no good.

No rotten good!

So don't nobody get

soft-bellied or sorry for him.

He's what they scrape off

the bottom of the barrel-

an Injun-lovin' murderer.

And still a human being.

Come on, Billy. Let's

feed and water the team.

Vittles, everyone! Come and get it!

Come and get it while it's hot.

Last of the Colorado apples.

Time for the feed bag, eh, folks?

Hello, Sheriff. Mrs. Clinton will

fill you a couple of mugs and plates.

If you'd like, the sergeant here can

guard your prisoner while he eats.

He don't eat.

Let us pray.

Our Heavenly Father...

we thank thee for continuing to

guide us through this hostile land.

We thank thee for the comfort that thou

hast given to those in need of thy grace.

We ask that thou guide

us toward goodness...

and kindness and love for each

other and for our fellow man.

With each day, teach us

to live with open hearts...

and to share with our

fellow man thy bounties...

thy infinite goodness...

each according to his needs.

Amen.

Would you like something

to wash it down?

- What was that?

- The sheriff.

I ain't warnin' you folks again.

I meant what I said.

He don't eat. I'll kill the

first man that tries to feed him!

I aim to deliver him

just alive-no more.

Put that rifle down, Sheriff.

- How come?

- We've taken all we can from you, Sheriff.

We're Christian people. We

like to think we're civilized.

We'd be neither if we left a

fellow man to thirst and starve.

Unlash him.

I don't buffalo easy.

Neither do I! Untie him.

You got no right to do this.

You may handcuff one of

his hands to the wheel.

That way your prisoner will be

safe, and he'll still manage to eat.

Now, if someone will bring

this man a plate of food.

Here's some.

Will you give me your word to

behave in a reasonable manner?

And, you, don't you ever raise your

gun against any of our people again.

Not even against youngsters

a third your size.

She's washing his face. It would

be her who'd throw herself at him.

Imagine, so man-hungry as to throw

yourself even at an Indian-loving murderer.

- She's just being kind.

- She's an outsider.

She doesn't have to

care what people think.

Just look at her.

Wouldn't surprise me if she

even went to him in the night...

when the rest of us are sleeping.

- She's got no shame.

- You're the shameless one.

What do you mean by that?

You act so clean and think so dirty.

I? Dirty?

Yes.

Like when you say "Indian-lover"

and make it sound so filthy.

That's exactly the

way I want it to sound.

It is something filthy.

It was something filthy when my

father took your mother as his woman.

I suppose you think that was clean.

A white man and a Navajo squaw...

sneaking off up some dark wash...

in the night like a pair of animals?

And look what came of it. You.

Oh, don't think an education and a white

name make up for where you came from.

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