The Missing Page #4

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...carrying light loads.

Probably young women, children.

And their captives...

...those are being led along...

...like packhorses.

They're headed south.

Not north.

Probably trying to make it

to the Mexican border.

The Apaches sell a lot of girls

over there.

Top dollar.

Can you track them?

You can track them. But if you catch

them, you'll wish you'd stayed home.

I don't wanna catch them.

Keep me on the trail till I get the Army

down to Fort Selden to catch them.

You wanted to give me money.

Do this instead.

Taking this child out there is foolish.

I know my daughter.

- Leave her behind, she'll just follow.

- No way to care for a girl.

What would you know about any of it?

I'll be just fine, thank you.

Come on, now.

Pretty moon, Anne.

Old Bob Hadley was supposed

to stop by tonight.

God.

Mama, I'm afraid in my room.

It's just your fever giving you

bad dreams, honey.

You want Mama to sing you a song?

Your man didn't keep his rifle

very clean.

If he wanted to marry you, though,

I guess that's something.

He's not all bad.

- Did you ever marry?

- Dot's father was my husband.

He built the ranch with me.

The notion of it was better

than the doing, I guess.

What about the other one's father?

Didn't get much of a look at him.

Maggie?

What you're doing,

you're doing for your own soul.

Because what you've done,

you can't undo.

You can all move now.

Sir...

...do you suppose it's safe for me

to be on my way now?

Mister, I don't suppose nothing.

You're theirs now.

They captured you.

Could you help me, please?

Go into the cave.

Bring picture-maker. Go!

Take them.

You're heartless.

I see you gentlemen are engaging

in a little frontier recreation out here.

No, these girls are going to market.

We ain't supposed to sully

the merchandise.

I can smell him from here.

I see you share a fondness for

the photographic arts like myself.

Where did you find

this squashed penis?

We captured him as a gift for you.

Sir, may I have the honor of posing

you with your captives, please?

He wants to take your picture.

Please, please.

That's perfect. Now...

...very still.

- Help us. Help.

Please help us.

Look your best.

Lord, protect us.

Stay behind me.

- Indians.

- Yeah.

But not the way you're thinking.

Is there time enough to give

these men a proper Christian burial?

Dead's dead,

one way or the other.

I asked if there was time.

Yeah.

There's time.

Get in.

You must be the pride of your people.

And you of yours.

Prepare to dismount!

Dismount!

The two on the porch

have expired, lieutenant.

Ask him why he murdered those men.

I didn't murder anybody.

They were dead when I got here.

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