Chisum Page #3

There's Mr. Murphy, honey.

Dominoes?

It's quiet. Takes some getting used to.

It beats Aunt Martha and Baltimore.

I had no idea your ranch was so big.

Fair size.

Take a man on a good horse

all summer to cover it.

It's beautiful.

No place on God's earth more beautiful.

I can see why you left Texas

and came here.

- That wasn't exactly the reason.

- I know.

Mother told me all about it.

About how hard things were in Texas

after the war.

She talked about you a lot.

How you gambled everything

on a cattle drive...

to some wild, faraway place

called New Mexico.

It was a gamble, all right. And it was wild.

But there was land here

for the taking and keeping...

if you were willing to fight.

Rustlers, disease...

the land itself, the Indians...

One Indian in particular.

Comanche chief named White Buffalo.

He was the bravest man I ever knew.

- Is he dead now?

- Might as well be.

He's penned up on a piece of desert

the government calls a reservation.

That was the end of his way of life.

Pretty good way, too.

You sound as if you're sorry for him,

your enemy.

I respect him. We're brothers.

As close as your father and I were.

Maybe even closer.

- I don't understand.

- I didn't expect you to.

I wonder what's keeping supper?

- That's Mother and Dad's wedding picture.

- Yeah.

North wind.

Tahnimara the Comanches call it.

- Lonely wind.

- Lonely wind.

You had to be Ionely out here

all these years.

You never married.

It wasn't because there weren't women

that stirred my blood.

There were.

This was no place to bring a woman

in those days...

raise a family...

Things are different now.

Uncle John...

thanks for asking me

to come and stay with you.

I didn't ask you.

$12 for a suit of clothes.

That's robbery, Mr. Tunstall.

You've got to be properly dressed

for the reception tonight.

- I'll pay you back at the end of the month.

- No, you won't.

That's just part of your raise

as line foreman.

- Line foreman?

- Laddie, you've earned it.

Thank you, Mr. Tunstall.

Billy? Hey, Billy!

Now ain't this just like old times?

Billy, you do remember the boys now,

don't you?

Yeah.

- How you been, Billy?

- Clean and forward, all the way.

Are you two friends, William?

Mister, a couple of years ago,

William here and me...

rode together both sides of the border.

We sure had some real good times,

didn't we, Billy?

Some good, some not as good.

- What are you doing now, Billy?

- I work for Mr. Tunstall here.

- You nursing cows?

- Yeah.

Our own cows.

Now, just what is that supposed to mean?

It means it ain't like old times, Jess.

That's interesting, William.

- Jess Evans?

- Yeah.

I'm Riker.

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