Yellow Sky

[Thunderclap]

Hey, look at that!

Look. Right through him.

[Thunder Rumbling]

Prospector.

Skinny little feller. Them bones

ain't hardly as big as my little finger.

Let me see it.

[Thunder Rumbling]

Apache.

Apache country, ain't it?

There are a few Apaches around here.

Mostly they're farther south.

That's all we need-

to run into some crazy Indians.

All this country

around here like this?

Pretty much.

Up north there are

lots of canyons and draws...

if you know which ones are open.

Those hills over there back

right up into the mountains.

Those are salt flats down south.

[Chuckles] Even a rattlesnake

couldn't get across 'em.

[Thunderclap]

[Dog Barking]

[Barking Continues]

I wonder if she's got any plans

after she gets through ridin' that horse.

- [All Laughing]

- What'll it be?

- Well, this is a whiskey saloon, ain't it?

- We got whiskey.

- Then we'll have whiskey.

- [All Laughing]

[Clears Throat]

- Beat it.

- Give him one.

It ain't necessary.

They tell me this town was full of

Confederate sympathizers during the war.

- Is that right?

- There was some seceshes here.

I was a Union man myself.

You ask anybody. They'll tell you.

Well, what about the marshal?

He a Union man too?

I never ask a man his politics.

Where is he now?

- Around.

- No, he ain't.

He's out puttin' up tax warrants.

I seen him go.

You fellows plannin'

on bein' in town long?

Depends on what you got to offer.

Depends on what you got

on your mind, sonny.

- Where do you keep your water?

- There's a well out back.

Let's fill 'em up- all of'em.

I'll take care of my own.

[Clears Throat]

Hand me another bottle.

A full one.

Yes, sir. I sure would like

to know what she plans to do...

after she gets through

ridin' that horse.

[All Laughing]

Now lay down, everybody.

Why don't you do like he said?

Never mind, you.

Open it up.

[Horse Whinnying]

[Horse Whinnying]

[Dog Barking]

Drop back, Jed.

Keep your eyes open.

Just like robbin' a kid's piggy bank.

I kinda liked that town.

Nice and obligin'.

Yee-ah!

[Gunshot]

- Fire!

- [Gunshots]

[Gunshots Continue]

Let 'em go! Save us

the trouble of hanging 'em.

Whoa.

Whoa! Whoa!

Them garrison soldiers

just can't take country like this.

Maybe they've got sense.

Sure was mighty inconsiderate

of old Jed to get hisself killed like that.

He owed me six bits.

I'd feel a lot better if there

were seven of us instead of six.

This desert's a mighty unlucky place.

A man needs all the odds he can get.

Hey, that reminds me.

Hadn't we better be starting back?

- Back where?

- Where we come from.

Right into the lovin' arms of the army?

Are you crazy? Why, it's a good 70 miles

across this sink. Maybe more.

It's just a place.

A place can be crossed.

Speak for yourself.

I'm easing back, soon as it's dark.

Well, that's up to you.

There's your share.

Make your choice.

[Horse Whinnies]

[Horse Trotting Off]

[Horse Whinnies]

[Horse Whinnies]

[Horse Whinnying]

[Gasps]

I sure never thought

I'd come to this...

but I guess I'm gonna have to trade

some whiskey for some water.

Ain't nobody gonna trade me some water

for a good swig of real nice whiskey?

[Horse Whinnying]

[Coyote Howling]

[Coyote Howling]

Put that back!

Give me that!

Look out, you fool!

You'll spill it!

- Give it to me!

- Oh, no, you don't!

Give it back!

Give it to me! Give it to me!

[Shouting, Struggling]

- Give it to me! Give it to me!

- Oh, no, you don't!

Leave go ofhis canteen...

and cut it out!

You too!

You shouldn't

oughta done that, Stretch.

You might've hurt me.

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