The Unforgiven

Shoo, now, shoo.

Ain't you got no better manners

than to eat at the top of a house?

Guipago!

Rachel.

What day is today?

Tuesday, I think, Mama. I'm not sure.

Butter tastes kind of wild to me.

Must be the green in springtime grass.

- Guipago!

- Rachel!

Rachel, the bread.

Tuesday's bread day.

You've got to make the bread.

You ain't friends with me yet, are you?

Well, neither am I.

Guipago...

you gray-haired old grass eater.

You're only half horse, you know that?

The other half is a mean old Kiowa Indian.

Yeah.

Rachel, honey, you'll break your neck!

Both of you!

You ain't gonna let

no little old skein of geese scare you?

They're only human.

Just fly a little higher than us folk, that's all.

Get up, Guipago.

Howdy, mister.

We got food down at the soddy,

if you care to partake.

What's your name, girl?

Rachel.

Rachel what?

Rachel Zachary.

You're no Zachary.

Not a Zachary born...

but Ma says it's no different

than if I were flesh...

and blood.

How do you know who I am, mister?

I've never seen you before.

I am the sword of God...

the fire and the vengeance...

whereby the wrong shall be righted

and the truth be told.

Well, I declare.

Just what did he look like, Rachel?

Like something blown in by the wind.

He had a saber.

- Who is he, Mama?

- I don't know.

Some crazy old hunter, I suppose.

But he knows us...

or about us, me being a foundling and all.

Nothing so wonderful about that.

Everybody in Texas knew your ma and pa...

or heard about them, anyway.

- But the way that he talked...

- Prairie fever.

What's that?

Worst thing you can get. Loneliness.

I was touched by it myself, once or twice.

If it wasn't I had a daughter to talk to...

Go in the root cellar and get me some

carrots and potatoes to put in the stew.

You!

How do, Miss Zachary?

I'd have come sooner,

but I had a long way to ride.

Seven years.

You can't kill me.

The god of vengeance will blind your eye.

Death for death, and blood for blood.

Mama?

Mama, who are you talking to?

Git!

How many times do I have to tell you

to get off my house?

Sorry-looking carrots.

Mama, what's the matter?

You got tears in your eyes.

No, I ain't.

Truth be told, I don't feel like cooking

with no men in the house.

And your brother Ben away so long.

I wish Ben were here right now.

Right now.

It's a long ride to Wichita,

and even longer to ride back.

It's a long ride to Wichita,

and even longer to ride back.

I can't wait, Mama.

I just can't.

Look at your bread.

It's rising just beautiful, Mom.

Take it out

before it gets too beautiful to eat.

Should I take some out

to the boys on the range?

No. If those big lunks,

Cash and Andy, want fresh bread...

let them ride home and get it.

which counts up to 81 so far!

All we need is 150.

If I don't have them before Ben arrives...

I'll get down on all fours

and strap a saddle to my back.

Ben promised to take me along to Wichita

and show me how to live.

You got a far piece to go.

You ain't even shaved yet!

Ben says they have girls there

which only have first names!

"Ben says..."

Unless I miss my guess,

that'll be brother Ben.

I see you made it, Ben.

Looks that way, don't it?

How's Ma and Rachel?

Fine.

- How you doing, Ben?

- Pretty good, brother.

I don't know about the pretty part,

but you didn't go to Wichita to be good.

What's her name, Ben?

- Tell the truth, I don't recall.

- Don't recall?

By gee, if that ain't the way to live!

- Fine looking bunch of riders.

- Why not? I handpicked them.

- Off the barroom floor.

- They're sober now.

Boys, you can set down here.

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