Chato's Land Page #4

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in the morning.

Unsaddle

and make camp.

Hell, there's

no water here, Quincey.

We're gettin' low

on water.

And the horses

will need some.

Earl's gone huntin'

for water.

You can bet the

honeybee's sugar tit

there ain't no water

to find.

Look around...

sharp rock, dry dirt,

and that's all.

Each man ration

his own water.

Damp down

your neck cloths

or some piece

of something

and wet down

the horses' muzzles.

I've eaten so much

of this damn land today,

I can't even spit.

You'll eat

more of it tomorrow.

We haven't even seen

the shirttail of him yet.

We don't even know

if what we're chasin'

is the breed that done it.

Jubal thought he'd have

a hangin' by night.

The only hangin'

is my ass.

[Horse whinnying]

Quincey!

What is it?

What's going on?

[Grunting]

Let me see that.

There's no use

staring at them.

That rotten

bastard!

You figure it

was the breed?

Who'd you figure

it was?

He could have

cut our throats.

Maybe he isn't

a killing man.

He's half apache,

ain't he?

You mix dog

and wolf,

you wind up with

a killin' animal.

[Buell] he killed Eli.

That's a fact.

He's either a damn fool

or he got some game.

Apache don't leave tracks

unless they got a reason.

I don't like it.

I don't like it

one bit.

You want to hightail

it for home,

Harvey, do you?

I didn't say that.

We're gonna find

that breed...

and we're gonna

hang him.

And nobody's gonna

do different.

Now, hold on now,

Jubal.

There's no cause

for that.

Each man is here

by his own doin'.

If a man wants out,

he can.

I wouldn't ride

with a man

who didn't want

to ride with me.

[Jubal]

We're gonna

ride till we get him.

What are you all thorn

and thistle about, Jubal?

Harve didn't say nothin'

about going back.

[Horse whinnying]

Here comes the Mexican.

Where in

hell's he been?

Tracking.

One thing for sure,

that breed

ain't far ahead.

[Speaking Spanish]

Says he found

fresh tracks

heading south

towards the lava hills.

That's, uh... bad

country, Quincey.

This ain't hardly

the Garden of Eden.

Listen, Quincey,

you know,

could be that breed

is leadin'

and we're followin'.

And if it's true,

he could be leadin' us

into bad apache trouble.

Them Mimbrenos that run off

my beef a while back,

they could hiding

up in the hills.

Mind ya, Im just

sayin' maybe.

Maybe.

Well, what

do you think?

Well, I learned one

thing when I was with...

Tom Jeffords

chasing Cochise.

You can never know

what's in

an apache's mind.

Ain't a man like...

like we know a man.

He thinks apache,

and that's a...

a shut book full of...

terrible things.

I got a real dislike

of red beans.

Gonna be

a hot one.

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