The Unforgiven Page #3

Do you want to marry me?

I'd like that just fine...

except I promised myself

I'd go to Wichita first.

What in the world for?

I ain't never in my life had...

a glass of beer.

How long will that take?

- Month or two.

- I can't wait, I just can't.

I found a gray hair in my head this morning.

Cash, you old stickleback,

you know you love Georgia.

- Do I?

- He don't.

- Don't I?

- I don't want him. I hate him.

Come here, Georgia.

No, not in a million years.

I said come here.

Dust him good, Georgia.

Closer.

Georgia, you just spoiled the best chance

you ever had of getting me married.

I hate you.

I'll kill them.

I'll kill all the men in the whole world.

Honey, pretty, you'd just be sorry tomorrow.

Honey, pretty,

if you're all that anxious to get married...

there's an old man over in the brush,

with one good eye.

What old man?

Georgia.

He didn't mention his name.

Mama, that's the old hunter.

The one I told you about.

What old hunter?

Mama, was anybody here?

Nobody, Cash.

Nobody at all.

But, Mama, that crazy old man.

The one with the saber.

Him.

Did you see him, Mama?

Yes. Many and many a time.

I've seen a hundred if I've seen one.

They all look alike to me.

Lonely.

There are lonely men

riding all over this country.

Buffalo hunters, only the buff is gone.

I feel sorry for them.

No home, no family.

Sorry for them, I tell you.

Will you do something for me, Cash?

Stay home.

It's a dirty job. I'm coming along.

Glory, glory, hallelujah

Glory, glory, hallelujah

Fiery sword!

Zacharys are finished!

Quit and run!

Cash?

Seen him?

- You hear him shout something?

- Was that him or the wind?

- I saw the flash of his saber.

- Where?

First over there, and then over here.

- Maybe there's two of him.

- There's two of us.

Arrows of God upon them!

He can't get far on a dead horse.

- Cash?

- Yeah.

I can't see for nothing.

Couldn't see a standing mountain

in this storm.

It's hopeless, Cash.

Hopeless for now.

Be three or four days

till this norther blows itself out.

Three or four days, he'll be dead.

He'll dry up and blow away.

Kelseys don't die. They got to be killed.

Ben!

Get him!

Hang on, Ben!

Ride him, boy! Ride him!

Okay!

Hang on, now!

There, he'll never make it!

Hold him! I'll ride him!

You'll ride him, you can get him, Charlie!

Ride him, Charlie!

Stay with him, Charlie!

You don't hurt me none!

Poor Charlie-boy, you didn't ride him

long enough to get warm.

I'm right proud of you, Charlie.

Don't feel bad.

Ain't a man that can't be thrown.

Or ain't a horse that can't be rode.

Why don't you give her a try...

paleface?

Easy, girl, easy.

Ain't you the prettiest devil I ever did see?

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