Chisum

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They say that you can't make it.

Will you hark to what they've said?

Or will you move your beeves

from Texas across the river red?

They're betting you can't make it,

but you bet your life they're wrong.

So keep riding toward the Pecos

to find where you belong.

Can you still keep going on?

Well, you've crossed beyond the Brazos,

fought Comanches, rain, and sand.

You brought your cattle westward,

but is this your promised land?

You made it to the Pecos,

carved your empire 'neath the sun.

You won a hundred battles,

but the fight keeps going on.

Can you still keep going on?

You two go ahead.

I'll ride up and fetch him.

He's been up there over an hour.

What's he do on that hill?

I don't think you'd understand.

Thinking about the beginning?

And before.

Everything's different now.

Not everything.

Most everything.

Comanches all penned up. Buscaderos

staying on their side of the Rio Grande.

Yankee Army prodding around,

people crowding in.

Too many changes.

Things usually change for the better.

Let's go meet the stage.

Just what we don't need around here,

some scrawny, milk-drinking...

- What are you mumbling about, Pepper?

- You heard me.

I didn't hear you.

There's an old Comanche saying

about females.

This female's no Comanche.

I guess she doesn't have

nowhere else to go.

- She does.

- Then what's she coming here for?

Because she wrote and said she was.

It has been a long ride, you know.

- All of this belongs to Chisum.

- All this and much more.

Much land, much horses, and much cattle.

Too much. No?

Neemo, here's your pay.

And now I collect a bonus...

from Chisum.

He thinks he's going to a picnic.

He ain't met Chisum yet.

- I wanna be elsewhere when he does.

- We will be.

Come on. Giddyup.

Come on.

"L.G. Murphy and Company."

I told you Murphy was throwing

a wide loop.

There's no law against a man

going into business...

or businesses.

There's more of it.

One day he's gonna take over...

Quit picking on him.

He hasn't bothered us.

Wait and see. He'll rue the day.

Why the hell they call it the noon stage?

Half the time it don't get in

before sundown.

Had to call it something.

Might as well wet our windpipes.

That's the most sensible thing

I've heard all day.

- Amos, what's going on here?

- Pulling out, John.

I hadn't heard you'd sold the place.

Didn't sell. Lost it. New owner.

If you needed money, I'm sure...

All the credit you've given around here.

No, John, it's not just the money.

It's, well...

I don't know.

Lincoln just ain't the same no more.

I'm heading for Yuma.

Mr. Chisum!

Jim and Tyke's been shot.

They took the remuda.

How many are there?

A dozen, heading south,

over at the Tunstall spread.

Let's go get 'em back.

Chisum's again. Another jinglebob, sir.

- Turn him loose.

- Yes, sir.

Another jinglebob. Big old calf on her.

No brand.

He belongs with his mother.

Turn him loose.

Turn him loose, Charlie.

I don't see why we can't keep the calf.

Probably born on your land.

William, "Thou shalt not covet

thy neighbor's property."

That calf's out of a Chisum cow.

Yeah, but she's probably sired

by a Tunstall bull.

- You know 'em, sir?

- Yes, William, I do.

As a matter of fact,

it's the owner of those cows.

- Henry.

- John.

Thought you were meeting

your niece today.

I aim to.

First I gotta get some horses back.

- Trouble?

- Horse thieves.

- Could you use some help, Mr. Chisum?

- William.

See you later, Henry.

Mr. Tunstall,

I know you don't believe in guns...

but I got a feeling

Mr. Chisum's gonna have need of his.

- Well...

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