The Missing Page #4
...carrying light loads.
Probably young women, children.
And their captives...
...those are being led along...
...like packhorses.
They're headed south.
Not north.
Probably trying to make it
to the Mexican border.
The Apaches sell a lot of girls
over there.
Top dollar.
Can you track them?
You can track them. But if you catch
them, you'll wish you'd stayed home.
Keep me on the trail till I get the Army
down to Fort Selden to catch them.
You wanted to give me money.
Do this instead.
Taking this child out there is foolish.
I know my daughter.
- Leave her behind, she'll just follow.
- No way to care for a girl.
What would you know about any of it?
I'll be just fine, thank you.
Come on, now.
Pretty moon, Anne.
Old Bob Hadley was supposed
to stop by tonight.
God.
Mama, I'm afraid in my room.
It's just your fever giving you
bad dreams, honey.
You want Mama to sing you a song?
Your man didn't keep his rifle
very clean.
If he wanted to marry you, though,
I guess that's something.
He's not all bad.
- Did you ever marry?
- Dot's father was my husband.
The notion of it was better
than the doing, I guess.
What about the other one's father?
Didn't get much of a look at him.
Maggie?
What you're doing,
you're doing for your own soul.
Because what you've done,
you can't undo.
You can all move now.
Sir...
...do you suppose it's safe for me
to be on my way now?
Mister, I don't suppose nothing.
You're theirs now.
They captured you.
Could you help me, please?
Go into the cave.
Bring picture-maker. Go!
Take them.
You're heartless.
I see you gentlemen are engaging
in a little frontier recreation out here.
No, these girls are going to market.
We ain't supposed to sully
the merchandise.
I can smell him from here.
I see you share a fondness for
the photographic arts like myself.
Where did you find
this squashed penis?
We captured him as a gift for you.
Sir, may I have the honor of posing
you with your captives, please?
He wants to take your picture.
Please, please.
That's perfect. Now...
...very still.
- Help us. Help.
Please help us.
Look your best.
Lord, protect us.
Stay behind me.
- Indians.
- Yeah.
But not the way you're thinking.
these men a proper Christian burial?
Dead's dead,
one way or the other.
Yeah.
There's time.
Get in.
You must be the pride of your people.
And you of yours.
Prepare to dismount!
Dismount!
The two on the porch
have expired, lieutenant.
Ask him why he murdered those men.
I didn't murder anybody.
They were dead when I got here.
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