Chato's Land Page #3

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does my ass

and this

damn saddle.

Anyhow,

I used to

heard it said

you boys that

rode with hood

drank 5 states dry.

Always tell where

hood's Texans have been

by the empty bottles

and the dead Yankees.

And it was

true.

From Cemetery Hill

till old slow trot Thomas

broke us at Nashville,

we had more than

our share of both.

You know,

one thing I never

could fathom, Quincey.

How did

them Yankees win?

They had more...

more men, more guns,

more food, more luck.

You know, when

I look back at it,

I know now that

it was all there

for the seeing,

except we

didn't see it.

Getting licked,

I mean, as Early

as '63.

Hood took us up

little round top

at Gettysburg.

And if we

could have held it,

we could have rolled

back those Yankees

like old carpets.

But there were

too many of them.

They say

from Culps Hill,

you could see

it all clear.

Gray lines comin'

like the sea wash,

yellin' and sort

of breaking up

when they hit the blue

ridge and then...

fallin' back.

Lee cried.

I guess he knew.

Heli...

it was a good war.

[Gunshot]

[Shouts in Spanish]

Hyah, hyah. Hey.

Apache.

You sure?

lCierto./l

How long ago? When?

[Speaking Spanish]

An hour, maybe less,

he says.

It don't make sense.

How can you

tell that?

From the droppings.

Sun dries them

pretty damn quick.

Still fresh inside,

means it

ain't been long.

Looks like he stayed

here quite a spell.

Don't make sense,

Jubal.

Should have been

long gone from here,

a running man

and all.

Might be

he figured

we stopped

chasing him.

Circled around

for some reason.

Might be.

If he does, we'll

have us a hangin'

come nightfall.

[Shouting]

Still damn hot,

even with those clouds.

Well, maybe it'll

sweat some of the whiskey

out of your hide, Nye.

[Nye laughs]

[Speaking Spanish]

[Man]

Watch it.

Watch it!

[2nd man]

Who's down?

Watch the horses.

[3rd man]

Will, you okay?

[Jubal]

You all right,

Quincey?

[Elias]

He's hurt.

[Gasps]

How is it, Will?

Is it broken?

Don't know. How's

it feel, Will?

Sore inside.

I don't

think it's broke,

but he can't ride.

George, can you get him

back to Arillo?

[George]

Sure, Captain.

[Josh] we'll make

a travois for him.

[Jubal] there's some brush

down at the bottom there.

My place is closer.

You can get

a wagon there.

We got

our work cut out.

You're the lucky

one, Will.

[Will coughing]

Gonna be

all right, Will?

[Coughing]

Sorry,

George.

It's all right, Will.

I got a feeling we're

well out of it anyway.

[Coughing]

[Coughing]

The Mexican...

pretty good...

pretty good.

[Speaking Spanish]

Damn this light.

Might as well bed down

here for the night,

get a fresh start

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