Santa Fe

With malice toward none

and charity for all.

This the great man said

at Gettysburg.

Yet after four long years of strife and

battle between the North and South...

... the malice still remained...

... and charity

was a forgotten word.

Peace came...

... but the soldier returned

to a ravaged land...

... to homes

which had been destroyed...

... to children who no longer

recognized their fathers...

... to families

who were now strangers.

Still others found less...

... not even the welcoming hand

nor the friendly smile.

Only the dull apathy of despair...

... a torn and bleeding nation...

... at the lowest ebb in its history.

With the restlessness born of war,

men of both the blue and the gray...

... sought distant ground

in which to plant their roots.

But not all could forget...

... and in many of them,

the flame of hatred still burned.

Didn't know the war got

this far north in Missouri.

Didn't get far enough north

to suit me.

Maybe we should've stayed

back in Virginia.

Poor land up here.

Folks are even poorer.

How can they be poor?

They won, didn't they?

Don't start that again, Clint.

Better water the horses

and wet our own throats.

Plumb frightened her.

I guess the gents up here

don't bow to ladies.

Something long and cool that bites.

Sweet cider is his limit.

All we got's whiskey.

Well, give me whiskey.

About time you all realized

I'm not a kid any longer.

Hey, you, with the striped pants.

You're a Johnny Reb, ain't you?

You mean, are we from the South?

What about it?

Be careful how you talk, Reb.

Army for army, we beat you good,

and man for man, we can lick you now.

Well, now, mister...!

No need to get steamed up, friend.

The war's over, so let's forget it.

We're looking for some land where we

can settle down to work again in peace.

Maybe we ain't so sure.

What's your name?

Where you come from?

We're the Canfields.

We owned the biggest plantation

in Virginny.

It doesn't matter what we owned.

We haven't got it now.

- How much?

- I don't take counterfeit money.

Counterfeit?

You haven't even looked at it.

I said, it's counterfeit.

Now, get out of here, all of you!

Look here...

No trouble, Clint. Let's move.

I ain't never seen a Reb yet

that would walk when he could crawl.

Yeah, that's what they do.

Every one I ever seen crawled.

Dirty drunken Yanks.

None of you can call yourself a man.

All right, come on.

Come on, let's get out of here.

Here's four more.

Since the beginning of time,

man's growth in civilization...

Since the beginning of time,

man's growth in civilization...

...has been in the story

of transportation.

Our beginning is in

the few meager miles of track...

...over which you've ridden out here

to Wakarusa Grove from Topeka.

But the rails will not stop.

They'll go on to reach the old pueblo

of Santa Fe, New Mexico...

...then onward westward to California

to touch the waters of the blue Pacific...

...to meet the ships

bearing treasures from the Orient.

What's he been drinking?

When I find out, I'll send you a case.

Maybe it'll broaden your own vision.

It will not be easy...

...but nothing but a railroad

will make this new empire...

...a part of an expanding America.

I know that among you workmen

who will build the Santa Fe...

...there are many who come

from both the North and the South...

...and I ask all you now to put aside

your differences for all time...

...in the interest of a good

and common cause.

And to this end, that you join with me

in repeating the oath of allegiance...

...from President Johnson's

Amnesty Proclamation.

I'm sure Colonel Holliday

doesn't need the ladies.

Why don't you take them down

and get dinner prepared.

Hold up your right hand.

I do solemnly swear

in the presence of almighty God...

...that I will faithfully support,

protect and defend...

...the Constitution

of the United States...

...and the union of states

thereunder...

...and that I will in like manner

abide by and faithfully support...

...all laws and proclamations

made during the Rebellion.

Hey, what's wrong with you?

We're wanted men.

This is our chance for a new life.

Say, aren't you Britt Canfield?

You've mixed me up

with somebody else.

I'd know you anywhere, Canfield.

The name's Remley. John Remley.

That's right, mister.

I'm a friend of his.

But I'm positive.

I know him too.

You've made a mistake.

You rode with White's Raiders.

I was a major in the Federals

under Gen. Sheridan.

Last time I saw you was when you

hit our lines at Parsons Creek.

Of course, I guess all you saw of us

that afternoon was our heels.

You've got a pretty good memory.

We were in luck.

We had the element of surprise, major.

Not major anymore,

just plain Dave Baxter.

Now, why all this Remley business?

A man who rode

with Confederate guerrillas...

...might have trouble

making friends here.

- That's gone. Let's forget it.

- I'd like to.

Well, I'd better report.

I'm certain I could find a good job

for a man like you, captain.

- You're the boss?

- I am here at end of track.

I'm building this line

for Colonel Holliday.

See me at the engineering car

first thing in the morning.

How about it? Do we stick together?

With a lot of Yankees?

Clint, you've gotta stop fighting a war

that doesn't exist.

You've got to forget it.

Forget it?

You think they've forgotten?

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