Jeremiah Johnson Page #5

spoken at me.

l ain't used to it.

Crow.

This is Crow land.

This is the Department of Colorado.

You're on good terms with them.

Crow?

Who gave you that idea?

People talk about it down below.

You live up here.

l do that.

And you know the high country.

Do you know Feather Mesa?

l do. So?

We have wagons there.

Three of them.

Broke down in the snow and ice.

We got to get them

out of there before they freeze.

Or the lndians get them.

Would be wise.

We were told that

you would know how to get there.

Through those passes.

We were hoping that maybe....

These are Christian families.

Christian women and children starving.

Do you mean to tell me

that you intend to let those people die?

How's the war going?

Which war?

One against the President of Mexico.

lt's over.

Who won?

Did you hear something?

Can't go through here.

Why not?

Crow burial ground. Sacred.

We'll have to turn around

and head east.

How far east?

Next pass.

Those people are waiting for us!

Now they're freezing, hungry and scared.

Crow only come

with medicine men and burying parties!

-We are not Crows!

-What would happen, Johnson?

l don't know.

l don't know.

This is big medicine.

They guard it with spirits.

You don't believe that.

lt doesn't matter. They do.

You've been up here too long,

believing in this!

What chance would l have finding

a way through, just by riding west?

Poor chance.

Or none.

Thanks all the same, Johnson,

but we're riding through.

Sergeant! Prepare to move!

You won't make it.

You have to hunt, you said.

l have to try.

Tell your men to keep

behind me in single file.

Tell them to go slow

and stay quiet.

Sergeant!

Single file, slowly.

Yes, sir.

Keep them quiet.

We seem to have escaped.

How long have you

been carrying your squaw?

-Thank you--

-Move them fast.

Crow don't take kindly to trespassing.

An lndian says you search in vain

For what you cannot find

He says you found 1000 ways

Of running down your time

An lndian didn't scream it

He said it in a song

And he's never

Been known to be wrong

Where's your mule that kicks holes

in the sky and shakes off its saddle?

Where's your slavering wolf

of the rolling prairie?

Here's your old grizzer brown bear

can clobber bark off a gum tree.

There's a man for you,

Jeremiah Johnson.

l'm half horse, half gator,

and a touch of the earthquake.

l got the prettiest gal,

fastest horse...

...ugliest dog this side of hell.

l can out-jump, out-run, throw down...

...drag out and whip

any man in all Kentucky.

How you been, Jeremiah?

Staying alive, Del.

Ain't that hair l see on your head?

lt sure is.

l've decided that when l depart

from this life, l'd leave something.

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