The Missing

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Ma! Seora Nunez came in.

She's burning up with fever.

Go cool her head.

Recite the 23rd Psalm.

I'll be there in a bit.

New Mexico, 1885

"Though I walk through the valley of

the shadow of death, I fear no evil."

- Morning, kids.

- "Thou art with me. Thy rod and staff...

...they comfort me.

Thou preparest a table before me

in the presence of mine enemies.

Thou anointest my head with oil.

My cup runneth over.

Surely goodness and mercy shall

follow me all the days of my life."

Darling, get me some Cocea paste

and my tooth plier, please.

Yes, ma'am.

No. No.

She don't worry about the pain. No.

It is her only tooth.

She worry how she look.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I need you to hold

your grandmother down.

Darling, can you hold her arm?

Pin that, Dot. Hold her nose.

Hold her nose.

Careful.

I hate to ask...

...but can you pay me for this today?

Jumping pinches coyotes

sons of b*tches.

That lightning sure did kill her.

This calf won't last the night out here.

Let's put her in the barn.

Seor Brake.

Indian.

Apache, maybe.

Some kind of Apache

son of a b*tch.

Good day, sir.

I said, hello.

That your man over there

in the trees?

What is he planning on doing

with that carbine?

We've had trouble

with coyotes killing calves.

Tell him I'm not a coyote.

Is that the healer's place?

You come for doctoring?

Lady shuts her doors at sundown.

She's pretty firm about her hours.

You're welcome to spend the night,

see her in the morning.

I thank you kindly.

Barn's this way, mister.

There's a spare bunk

over there, Mr...

Mr. Fernandez.

Jones. The man that owned

that saddle tried to kill me.

I was living with the Jicarilla. I

suppose he thought I was one of them.

You're Apache, huh?

- What did you say?

- Forget it.

What did you say?

Come over here.

Now, I mean it!

There'll be no trouble here.

If that's too tough for you to

understand, you can move on.

Emiliano, unpack his mule.

You will keep your hands

off of my mule...

...Emiliano.

- Don't slam that door.

- Yes, ma'am.

There are houses in Cleveland

with lamps that run on electricity.

I'd like to see Cleveland.

- Can you fetch the water, please, Dot?

- Yes, ma'am.

At the fair, there's gonna be

expositions of the future.

There's gonna be a graphophone. You

can hear your own voice back on it.

- The Dickersons are going.

- Brake can't spare you.

- Ma.

- Not tomorrow with the cows calving.

- The Fosters too.

- Got all the future you need right here.

Riding all day with this

cramping and all.

Don't you ever act helpless

and pitiable to win favor with a man.

Some people shouldn't give advice

on how to act with men.

- And it's "pitiful" in English.

- You heard what I said.

That pail's half-empty.

I didn't do it. It's that old Indian's

dumb old mule.

- What Indian?

- Some drifter looking for doctoring.

If you're gonna eat barefoot...

...why not take supper

with the animals in the barn.

My boots don't fit no more.

Cut off my blood circulation.

- It's your birthday soon.

- I'll have gangrene by then.

Your mother may have to saw off your

feet, then. Like poor old Mr. Swenson.

Mr. Jones.

Maggie, this is the visiting gentleman

I mentioned.

I'll bet a warm meal

sounds pretty good to you.

Magdalena.

I'm afraid we have

just enough food for family.

We can't be offering

our hospitality tonight.

- I'm sure we can all do with less.

- I'm sure we can't!

I have two growing girls to feed.

Maggie?

Maggie.

Lilly, why don't you say grace.

Who is he?

Called you Magdalena.

Your hair bristles

when you lay eyes on him.

He scares me, is all.

- Nobody scares you.

- Can't trust him.

Maggie, who is he?

He's my father.

- I thought your father was dead.

- He is.

To me, he is.

I want him gone, Brake.

Gone? He's your kin.

You just can't...

He ran off when I wasn't Dot's age.

Went Indian.

Turn your back,

he'll eat your horses and dogs.

He's being chased...

...or running from something,

I don't know what.

But he's bad, Brake. I swear.

I do not want him

near my children.

We're Indians, Lilly.

We're Indians.

Does he do that all night?

Oh, he's just getting started.

- You come here for the healing?

- In a manner of speaking.

Thought you might be hungry.

- It's rabbit stew.

- I can't eat rabbits.

I was bitten by a rattlesnake.

All right.

When there's company,

you sleep in there. Is that right?

That's right.

- You're not her husband?

- No, sir.

Not for lack of asking.

They your children?

No.

What happened to their father?

You don't know this?

I can't say what all happened

between you two...

...but you ain't welcome here.

But she's a good Christian.

She won't turn away any man

in need.

Tomorrow, she'll give you

what doctoring she can...

...then you're on your way.

There's places where a father

would kill a man...

...for doing what you're doing,

you know that, don't you?

If you have something to say, say it.

Are you really a Indian?

Brake said you rode

with the Chiricahua.

That's right.

- So that means I'm part Indian, right?

- No.

Not at all.

You look stupid trying to work

in those fancy clothes, you know.

I am leaving here as soon as I can.

- I'm moving to the city.

- But Grandpa's visiting.

Did you see him?

He's a savage.

They're gut-eaters, you know.

I was born into the wrong family,

I swear to God I was.

- I appreciate this.

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