Echoes of War

Synopsis: The year is 1866 and the bloodiest conflict in American history - the Civil War - has recently come to an end. Miles away in the isolated countryside of Texas, two families neighbor one another. The Rileys trap animals and sell their pelts for a meager living, while the McCluskeys, having lost their proud cattle business to the war, steal from the weaker Rileys' traps. That is, until WADE, favorite uncle to the Riley children and an embattled war veteran, visits his family to find reprieve from the horrors he has seen. Wade learns of the McCluskeys' misdoings and takes it upon himself to put a stop to them and before long, finds himself with another war on his hands - this time, one of his own making.
Director(s): Kane Senes
Production: Arc Entertainment
  1 nomination.
Rotten Tomatoes:
100 min





Marcus McCluskey.

Marcus McCluskey?


What the heck you doing

out here picking flowers?

Uh, for my ma.



You always was a mama's boy.


How you been?

I... I been good.

What are you doing here?

Came to see my family,

find some peace.

I better be...

Better be getting back.

I'll ride with you.

Come on.

All right.

Good to see you again, Wade.

How's Jasper?

He didn't make it back.

Sorry to hear that.

He was a good man.

How are your parents doing?

My mama heard,

something went wrong in her head.

She hasn't been the same since.

And your pa?

All right, well,

I'll ride over this week,

give them my condolences at...


where are all your cattle?

Army took 'em all.

How you making ends meet?

I... I can't be

late for supper.

It's good... good

to see you, Wade.

You, too.

All right.

Who goes there?

Open up, Seamus.

State your name.

It's Wade.


Oh. Howdy, Seamus.

That's how you're gonna

greet your brother-in-law?


Uncle Wade.


let me look at you.

Look at you.

I can't believe it.

All right.


you better get over here,

hug your uncle.

Look at you.

You're strong...

like your old man.



Come here.

Come here, both of you.

Hungriest I've

ever been, Arkansas.

God-awful place.

Don't ever go.

But they marched us

for four days

to the battle at Pea Ridge.

No food.

You get a little bit of water,

but there's no food.

And our general,

Earl Van Dorn...

gives a big, passioned speech

about how... how a viper

has a split tongue,

and we are the split

tongue of the snake.

There will be a left flank,

there will be a right flank,

and then we will surround

the blue bellies

with our tongue,

and we will gut them.

So we find ourselves

in the woods at night,

and it is dark.

I mean, I can't even see

my big old nose.

It is dark outside.

And I'm standing there,

and no one's speaking,

and we're just waiting.

And all I can hear...

is my stomach...

my stomach yelling at me,

"I need corn bread..."

"and I need beans."

And then... and then they give the...

The order to charge,

and all I can

think to myself is,

"Oh, Lord, please just

let me die in Texas."

And that was the battle

of Pea Ridge.

So where's home now?

Will you be staying

with us, Uncle Wade?

That's up to your father, Sammy.


Uncle Wade can stay, can't he?

Afraid we don't have much

in way of a bed.

You can stay in my room.

Abby, I don't need much.

You just dig me a hole.

It's just for a little while...

till I can find someplace

a little more permanent.

My roof is yours.

I appreciate that.

Don't feel right

being here without her.

Her grave's in the field.

You'll find it.

Careful with that.

Oh, I'm sorry, Uncle.

I... I was just, uh...

No, no, no, don't apologize.

Just don't want you

hurting yourself is all.

You still have these?

Every one you made me.

You used to say that that was what

you was gonna be like out there.

Sure did.

Ah, damn it, Doris.

It's like f***ing a corpse.

Ahh, no, you gotta...

- Stupid rabbit.

- You gotta aim low.

- I know. I know.

- Look, I'll...

I'm gonna get it.

I ain't stupid.

Ah, come on.


- I can't...

- Aim low, like...

Okay, like this, right?

Out here wasting time and

ammunition again, Marcus?

Give me my damn riffle.


We gotta eat, Pop.

What, you going hungry, son?

Could learn to catch our own.

You mind telling me

how a son of mine could

end up so goddamn useless?

You ain't half the man

your brother was.

Wade's back.


Wade, Mary's brother.


You're useless.

Wait up, Pa!



So how do they fit?

Mm, fit just fine, Abby.

Whoo, look at this.

You got your garden

looking real nice.

Thank you.

Got you mother's touch,


Come on.


Morning, Uncle Wade.

All right, it's been a while.

Maybe you could show me how you've

been doing things around here, Sammy.

Hey, Uncle,

bet you've never run traps in a while.

Ah, I seen a few during the war.

- Really?

- Uh-huh.

We'd be marching through fields.

Sometimes in broad daylight,

a grown man'd step into

one of these things.

And you know what sound a grown man

makes when he steps into a trap?



Taking too long.

All right.


That's good.


Hold these here.

Hold these.

Set this one here.

What are you doing here?

I had to see you.

You crazy?

Someone could've seen you.

He always checks

the traps this time.

I thought a girl

as beautiful as you

deserved better

than plain old mustard seed.

Thank you.

Till tomorrow, Abigail.

Now, Sammy, a boar,

they're creatures of habit,

just like people.

They tend to follow

the same routines.

So now if he's

bedding up down there,

chances are he's gonna follow

this path down to the river,

which means, if we get lucky,

we'll run right into him.

Ah, look at you.

Oh, what you made of?

You made of meat.

Look at you.

Oh, you...

Oh, come on.

Daddy's gonna be happy.



That's a mighty nice piece

you got there, boy.

It's a big pig.

Good eating.

Where you been?

Out, riding.


Look what your brother

brought home for us.

What you been doing

for the family?

You need to man up, son,

and stop daydreaming.

Good job, boy.

I caught him.

You clean him.

No, come on.

You gotta help...

I caught him.

You clean him.

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