(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(HORSES APPROACHING)
Whoa... Hup.
Whoa!
- Hi, fellas. - All right, let's load these up.
What time will we be pulling out for Laramie?
Well, you'll have time to eat, Sergeant.
- We've got these gold ingots to store. - Gold?
From what I hear tell about those Nighthawks,
it'll be a rough trip if they get wind of it.
Well, we'll have lots of protection.
We'll need it.
(QUIET CHATTER)
Anything that's ready...
And pack plenty of coffee with it.
Double up on that order, Fred, and hurry.
I don't want to miss that stagecoach.
Oh, that looks good, Fred.
Food no good?
You know, ma'am, you're the first girl
I've been close to in eight months.
- You been in the guard house, soldier? - No, no.
Out in Montana territory,
rounding up stray Sioux and Cheyenne.
Herding them back into the reservation.
I'm Chad Santee. You mind?
Rose Fargo.
- Sergeant, isn't it? - No, not any more.
I just mustered out of the Seventh Cavalry over in Fort Sheridan.
Planning to go civilian in Laramie.
You mean eight months in the wild,
- and I draw you for a traveling companion? - (CHAD LAUGHS)
MAN: No cause for concern, Miss Fargo.
I'll be traveling with you all the way.
What happened, Blackjack?
The fellows around here get wise to that trick shuffle of yours?
You will have your little joke.
No, dear lady. I just heard you took a job in Laramie.
Decided I'd go along to protect you.
Thanks, but the sergeant here has already spoken for the job.
Oh, I see.
Off with the old and on with the new, eh?
Get lost.
Oh, well, thanks.
Talks like I'm jumping his claim.
No, he's been trailing me for a year.
I thought I'd gotten rid of him when I took that job in Laramie.
- Doing what? - I'll be singing at the Sun Dance Saloon.
- (CHUCKLES) - What did you expect...
I was the new schoolmarm?
What are you planning to do?
Hunt? Trap? Prospect?
No, my brother, Jubal, runs 2,000 head of cattle over near Laramie.
I'm going in partners with him.
And settle down and look for a wife, I suppose.
(LAUGHS) No, I just did six years of love, honor and obey.
I plan to do a little free-ranging and roaming.
A little fancy wolfing on the side?
Starting with dinner tonight? In Laramie?
You've got me wrong, soldier.
CHAD: See you on the coach.
Were you and your brother always that close?
Well, the Sioux got Ma and Pa when we was kids.
After that, all we had was each other.
Yet you left him for two hitches in the cavalry. Why?
No, Rose, I didn't leave him.
It was a split in the trail.
He went one way, I went the other.
Let... Let's talk about you and me.
Have I squared myself for that dinner date in Laramie?
- You just try and get out of it. - (LAUGHS)
- There she comes. - See any guards, Jubal?
Yeah, two of them...
One riding ahead and one riding shotgun.
That means a gold shipment.
Shawnee, take three men and cut in front of them.
(GUNSHOT)
It's a holdup!
- (GUNSHOT) - Hyah!
(GUNSHOT)
I'm gonna keep them busy.
Slide out the other door. Hide in the rocks.
Go on.
- You lowdown snake... - Shut up.
That lunatic could get us all killed.
You've heard what this Nighthawk gang will do to anybody who shows fight.
Pile out. You too, soldier.
- He got hit. - Leave him lay.
You, mister, keep your hands high.
All right, money and jewelry and no tricks.
Get that gold off there. Unhitch those horses.
Hyah!
- Now that brooch. - Oh, no, please, it was my mother's.
I got a gal who'd be crazy for this.
Now you. A well-dressed gent like you should have a roll.
No roll, mister. I'm a gambler.
Had some bad luck in Medicine Bow.
- Cleaned me out. - All except what he hid in his fancy boot.
(GROANS)
Now drag that soldier boy out of there.
- JUBAL: Leave him alone. - Why? He may have six months' pay on him.
I've got my reasons.
Get mounted.
All right, let's drift.
That was over $2,000 in that wallet,
why, you dirty, lowdown...
(GROANS)
- Are you hurt? - I'm more mad than hurt.
I'm mad clear through. They took my brooch.
It was the only thing my mother left me.
Don't worry, I'll buy you a new one as soon as I sell my first steer.
Since when do you take to beating up women?
She had it coming. She told those bandits where I hid my wallet.
Yeah, because he hit you behind your ear with his gun.
Ah, so that's where it came from.
Give me a hand with that man.
Yeah, and if I don't?
You'll be laying out there with him
for the coyotes to come visiting tonight.
We start hiking for Laramie in the morning.
Meanwhile, I'll forget you slugged me from behind.
You forget about her.
BLACKJACK: $2,000 ain't easy to forget.
Your gambler friend says it's nearly 20 miles to Laramie.
Oh, I hope my shoes hold out.
Oh, yeah, and if they don't, I'd be glad to carry you.
- I'll make it. - I'm sure you will...
The way you cut loose on that tinhorn.
Well, when you sing in saloons, you either learn to fight, or else...
You... You bruised your hand.
You won't be chopping down anybody else with this tonight.
I still got a pretty good left.
You fighting fool.
Pretty as a picture.
Find the rest of the posse and tell them the search is over.
- Chad Santee. - Yellowstone Kelly.
- Yellowstone, this is Rose Fargo. - Ma'am.
Yellowstone was my commanding officer,
first three years in the service.
Sure glad you men happened along. It's quite a hike to Laramie.
We didn't happen along, ma'am.
When the stagecoach is overdue for hours,
the sheriff sends out a posse.
Oh, Sheriff, this is Miss Fargo and Chad Santee.
He was my first sergeant through the Sioux campaign.
- How many did this? - About seven of them, Sheriff.
Knowing you, Blackjack, you were hugging the floorboards.
Let Santee tell it.
They were hiding behind those rocks.
Blasted the driver and the two guards with their first volley.
It was sudden and complete.
Didn't have a chance.
The stage driver was Lars Jorgen.
He was my brother.
Which way did they head out?
East.
We'll try and pick up their trail
as soon as it's light enough to see a sign.
Load the dead atop the stage.
Hitch your mounts to the coach.
Take these folks into Laramie.
Chad, you can use my room at the hotel until I get back.
I want to talk to you. Bye, ma'am.
- (KNOCKING AT DOOR) - CHAD: Rose.
- It's me, Chad. - Oh, wait a minute.
Ooh, pretty fancy outfit.
Yeah. This is my take-my-girl-to-dinner clothes.
- You like it? - Oh, yes, I like it.
Oh, did you find out where your brother's ranch is?
No, but he left me a letter.
They send in for supplies every week.
His man will find me.
Well, then it looks like you're all set, cowpoke.
Both of us.
Oh, I brought you a present.
A present?
Oh, it's lovely, Chad.
Yeah, they didn't have any brooches like yours.
Oh, it's beautiful.
You... Think it'll help me grow on you?
(CHUCKLING) Oh, now wait a minute, I'm not dressed for argument.
I'll see you downstairs in a few minutes.
(CHUCKLES)
(HORSES TROTTING)
- Hiya, Chad. - Yellowstone. Any luck?
Didn't find a sign of them.
Nine holdups, six men killed in the last three months by the Nighthawks,
and we can't even raise their dust.
CHAD: Well, sooner or later they'll leave a trail.
Yeah, but I won't be around to pick it up.
I'm leaving first thing tomorrow for Jackson Hole.
- Tomorrow? - Yeah.
I was looking forward to having you as a neighbor.
That's still easy arranged, Chad.
Got myself a trading post up in the grand Tetons northwest of here.
Prime fur country.
I outfit and grubstake trappers
in return for half their catch.
You know, you could pick yourself up a couple thousand dollars
between now and next spring.
Why don't you come along with me?
I appreciate your offer, Yellowstone, but I'm all set.
- Oh? - Going ranching with my brother, Jubal.
He runs 2,000 head of cattle near here,
taking me in as partner.
- You say his name is Jubal? - Sure.
- You know him? - I've heard of him, that's all.
Well, partnership in 2,000 head of cattle
is a heap sight better than soldiering, isn't it?
CHAD: (CHUCKLES) Yeah. YELLOWSTONE: I'm glad for you.
I'm running with luck today. Got myself a gal too.
You didn't waste much time, did you?
- Hello, Miss Fargo. - Don't take him too seriously, Yellowstone.
Well, come on, cattle baron, let's tie in to those big, juicy T-bones.
(CHUCKLES)
Three dead men over at the funeral parlor
and Wells Fargo's out $30,000.
- What about Santee? - He's on the level.
I hope you're right.
ROSE: And what's Jubal doing now?
All I know, Rose, was in the letter that found me at Fort Sheridan
after the Custer massacre last year.
Jubal wrote me that he was burning calves
with an honest J-C brand...
Jubal-Chad ranch,
northwest of Laramie.
- Oh, that's wonderful, Chad. - Yeah.
Except I...
Sort of been checking around.
Nobody seems to know the brand.
ROSE: Does that make sense to you?
CHAD: Nope.
I can't see how a man could graze
2,000 head of cattle here
without everybody in town knowing the brand.
I got to find out for myself.
- You Chad Santee? - Yeah, that's right.
Jubal sent me. I'm Shawnee Jack.
We can leave anytime you're ready.
Soon as I pay up.
My bedroll's over at the hotel.
Get his gear.
Cheyenne girl... Name's Meeteetse. Good cook.
Handy to have around.
I'll join you outside.
Chad, play 'em close to your chest.
Don't worry. Whatever happens, I'll be back.
I hate to see you go.
Look, Rose, he's my brother.
He wants to see me.
Okay.
I'll be watching for you.
- So long. - Bye.
Better get started. We still got a long way to go.
How far to the ranch?
Oh, get there along about sunup.
Nice cool ride.
- Want some? - Never touch it.
Meeteetse?
Go on.
You'd better stop spoiling her.
First thing you know, she'll be following you around like a shadow.
And if we'd had done a little Indian spoiling in the past,
it would have saved a heap of fighting...
And a heap of dying.
Come on.
(WHOOPS)
That's so he won't go shooting at shadows.
We lost half our horses to sneak thieves.
Happened last spring.
Did you get my chewing tobacco?
Got everything. This here's Jubal's brother, Chad.
- Howdy. - Howdy.
Hey, Shawnee. You got Chad with you?
SHAWNEE: Ain't no one else.
Jubal!
JUBAL: Hey, Chad, Chad.
Come on in here.
- Chad. - Jubal.
Come on in.
Well, it's been a long time.
Six years. Two hitches in the cavalry.
Well, it didn't do you any harm.
Can you still swap a belly punch?
(CHUCKLES)
Try me.
(LAUGHS)
Good. Okay, go ahead.
I can save mine.
That was the rule, remember?
So it was. (CHUCKLES)
This son of a gun used to save up his punches
and then sock 'em into me all at once and floor me.
Come on in and wash up for breakfast.
Go on, wash up. Get that alkali off you.
Six years.
You were never off my mind, Chad.
I can't tell you how I felt last summer when we heard
the Seventh had been wiped out.
Stayed drunk a week in Cheyenne.
And then papers printed the list of survivors
and there you were.
So you stayed drunk for two weeks.
(CHUCKLES) Same old kidder.
No, Chad, I sat me down and wrote you that letter,
offering you a partnership
in the biggest cattle operation in the territory.
Lay off it, Jubal.
What do you mean?
I mean that this camp is no ranch headquarters.
It's a hideout.
And that letter you wrote me... A pack of lies.
As for your change of ways,
if you had any cattle at the time, they were rustled.
You were still riding herd on other people's brands,
probably are today.
There was one honest thing in that letter, Chad.
I wanted my brother back with me.
Why?
You knew I wouldn't play it your way.
That was a year ago, Chad.
I could have cut all ties then,
gone along with you.
And now?
No soap, Chad.
I've got it almost made... My way.
Go on, finish up.
We'll iron it out after breakfast.
Never could talk much on an empty gut.
Chad, Shawnee you've met.
The others are Gomez, Blake, Cory and Saunders.
- Howdy. - Here, sit down, Chad.
Jubal, tell your brother to stop spoiling Meeteetse.
Look at her. She's got herself all primped up for him.
If this keeps up, I'm going to have to send her back to her lodge.
Unless of course you've a mind to trade for her.
Trade what?
That dancehall queen you was making time with at Laramie.
Real fancy looker, Jubal.
Name of Rose Fargo.
Keep her name out of this.
And watch that half-breed tongue of yours.
Pretty?
Yeah, very pretty.
Where did you get it?
Shawnee.
Sachago! I told you not to wear it, didn't I?
Drop it!
Chad, collect their guns. Start with Shawnee.
Kind of highhanded, ain't you, Jubal?
You know my rule about fighting in the outfit.
- Tell it to your brother. - Such is my intention.
Put them on my bunk, Chad.
Now sit down.
Now, Chad...
Why did you hit Shawnee?
Two reasons.
I don't hold with roughing up women.
Never did.
That's the first.
And the second...
This brooch Meeteetse's wearing
belongs to Rose Fargo.
When the Nighthawks held up the stagecoach...
You heard what I said, didn't you?
I heard.
So that's what you meant by "almost having it made."
Your way. You robbed a gold shipment
and killed three honest men doing it.
This is wild territory, Chad.
We tore it from the Injuns.
Now it's dog-eat-dog to see who grabs off the loot.
So first we'll get the money.
- Then what? - Then we'll get the ranch and the cattle.
CHAD: Not me.
I'm heading for the Jackson Hole country,
taking that job Yellowstone Kelly offered me.
(SIGHS)
Shawnee, how much for Meeteetse?
Your new Winchester, even trade.
Okay, it's a deal.
Come over here, Meeteetse.
You come from the grand Teton country, don't you?
Meeteetse, I want you to pack some grub and saddle two horses.
You guide my brother to Jackson Hole.
What happens to you after you get there will be up to him.
He can either keep you or turn you loose.
Go get your gear, Chad.
All right, let's eat.
First stop he makes will be in town to see his gal.
He's going to have some explaining to do.
You ain't forgetting there's a $5,000 reward
for information about us.
He might figure to collect it.
How about it, Chad?
They'll get nothing out of me.
You're still my brother.
Okay, boys, make yourself comfortable.
I don't want my brother getting shot on the trail.
Come with me, Jubal. Let them have the gold.
It'll be like it was in the old days,
you and me together.
I'll be along... Once I've got a real stake.
Luck to you, Chad.
Luck to you, Jubal.
Meeteetse, I'll be a little while.
(WOMAN SINGING)
♪ ♪
- You go to see white girl. - CHAD: Yeah.
You wait here.
♪ Then we'll go down ♪
♪ To the village green ♪
♪ Go down, I say ♪
♪ Go down and then call the gang ♪
♪ And dance the night away ♪
♪ There's a man out west ♪
♪ He's the best ♪
♪ Of all that I have known ♪
♪ And I'm getting all excited now ♪
♪ 'Cause my man's coming home ♪
♪ Then we'll go down ♪
♪ To the village green ♪
♪ Go down, I say ♪
♪ Go down and call the gang ♪
♪ And dance ♪
♪ The night away ♪
(CHEERING)
(PEOPLE TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
- So you found him. - Yeah, I found him all right.
Just like I thought...
Only worse.
I'm sorry for you, Chad.
What are you going to do?
Heading for the Jackson Hole country right away.
Rose, I'm asking you to come with me.
Yellowstone said I'd make two, maybe $3,000
trapping out there this winter.
They'd go... They'd go wild over a singer like you, Rose.
What do you say?
Well, there's something you'd have to do first, Chad.
Name it.
The Nighthawks have killed a lot of people
and they're going to go right on killing.
You've got to tell the sheriff where he can find them.
Do you realize what you're asking?
When a man's hands are stained with blood,
he forfeits all his rights for kinfolk.
Look, I'd rather cut off my arm than turn my brother in.
Look, Rose, I'll take good care of you.
We'll have a fine life together.
I'm not going with you, Chad.
So I put two and two together,
and came to get you as quick as I could.
Where is he?
Stay where you are, Santee, and start talking.
What's the matter, Sheriff?
This brooch, son.
How'd you get it back?
And while you're at it, we're plumb interested
in where you've been staying the last couple of days.
Ah... That's easy.
I'll be back for you later, Rosie.
If that's all you want, Sheriff,
I think I can oblige you.
(GUNSHOT)
(GUNSHOTS)
(MURMURING)
(GUNSHOT)
SHERIFF: Get your horses.
ROSE: Hey!
- These are my best... - Santee hurt bad. Need bandages.
- Where is he? - In forest. You help?
- How bad? - Bullet in here. Must get it out.
You roll up the bandages and I'll get changed.
Come on, honey. We're going to the sheriff
so you can tell him where Chad is.
ROSE: Please! Chad had nothing to do with it.
He's been wounded. He needs help.
BLACKJACK: The sheriff will be glad to take him to a doctor,
before he hangs him.
- (ROSE GASPS) - (BLACKJACK GROANS)
JUBAL: Who shot him?
The sheriff. The bullet's still in his shoulder.
- Tote him into the cabin. - ROSE: Here, handle him gently.
- Who are you? - Rose Fargo. Are you Jubal Santee?
Yeah. In here, boys.
Put him on the table.
Hand me that jacket.
Blake, get the whiskey.
We'll fix him up, kid.
Hurry up with that whiskey.
ROSE: Here, drink this.
- Rose... - Don't say anything. Just drink this.
Pack all you can into him.
- Shawnee, get that bullet out. - I'll trade you.
For what?
The bullet for Rose here.
Chad don't need two gals, not in his condition.
What's he saying?
Nothing, nothing.
Drink this, drink some more.
All right, it's a deal.
Only don't get tempted to cut any more than you have to.
SHAWNEE: Not when I got a good trade.
Saunders, Blake, hold his shoulders down. Gomez, take his legs.
Here, wait. Sterilize the knife with whiskey.
JUBAL: Do as she says, Shawnee.
How do you know so blasted much about it?
I did a bit of nursing at Fort Lincoln.
After which you hit the saloons where the boys
had more money in their pants, huh? - Quit stalling, Shawnee.
(CHAD GRUNTS)
(GROANS)
- Quit stalling. - I ain't stalling. I can't find it.
You butcher. I warned you, Shawnee.
Stop it, stop it, both of you.
Give me that knife.
Turn him over on his side.
Feeling better, kid?
I'll make it all right.
Jubal... Look out for her.
Meeteetse will take her back to the saloon, where she belongs.
No.
The sheriff knows she helped me escape.
They'll make it rough on her.
Here she spells trouble, Chad.
Shawnee's set his mind to have her.
- I'll take care of him. - No, take it easy.
You're going to start your wound bleeding again. Lie down.
I'm staying here with Chad until he gets well.
Then we're heading for Jackson Hole.
We'll talk about it again... When he's better.
You mean that, Rose?
We'll be married,
make a new start with Yellowstone?
Look, Chad, I only said I'd go with you.
SHERIFF: What the blazes...
You want to catch Nighthawks?
You want to catchum reward, huh?
No want reward.
Catch trade.
- What sort of trade? - Chad Santee not Nighthawk.
You no take him.
I might consider it.
White woman, Rose,
you take.
Lock up long time.
So that's it, jealous of Rose Fargo.
Chad Santee my man.
I take him to Jackson Hole.
All right. Lock up long time.
We go catch Nighthawks.
I'll be able to travel in a week.
Told Jubal so this morning.
Still set on you traveling alone, isn't he?
Nothing he can say will make me change my mind.
He knows that.
Rose...
I just can't help feeling the way I do about him,
remembering all the years
he and I took the good and the bad together.
That's what I'm afraid of, Chad.
I'm afraid that wherever you'll go,
he'll come along and destroy you.
And destroy me too, if I was married to you.
Oh, you're wrong, honey, dead wrong.
I'd never let that happen. Never.
I'm taking no chances of him stopping us.
We're getting out of here tonight.
- Tonight? - We'll be beyond all danger by sunup.
Meeteetse will guide us.
(RUSTLING)
- There's a storm coming up. - Yeah, so much the better.
Now the horses are saddled and packed.
They're back in the draw. We're drifting out now.
- But Meeteetse isn't back yet. - We'll have to find our way without her.
There's trouble boiling up inside.
You can feel it thick in the air.
- Shawnee's behind it. - Cory's on guard at the rocks.
- They'll never let us through. - We'll cut around Cory.
Now get mounted. I'll join you in a few minutes.
Where are you going?
The cabin, to get blankets. We'll need them.
- If they see you taking blankets... - They won't see me, honey.
I'll toss them out the window and pile out after them.
Get going.
Where'd that squaw disappear to? I don't like it.
That's Chad's worry. She ain't your woman any more.
Oh, Chad. I've been thinking about our talk this morning.
When you leave next week, don't figure on taking Rose with you.
She's going with me, Jubal.
The boys here figure that reward
would look mighty attractive to a dancehall gal.
Rose stays. She's going to be my woman.
I'll kill any man that tries to stop her.
Any man, Jubal.
We've got a whole week to talk about it, Chad.
What's there to talk about, Jubal?
Whose side are you on, ours or his?
Me and the boys want an answer.
We want it now.
My brother's in his room.
The girl's outside somewhere.
If you were to take her now,
it would save us a lot of trouble.
Cards.
I'll play these.
- (RUSTLING) - Chad?
All packed up and ready, huh?
What a cross.
I've been waiting for this a long time.
(ROSE GRUNTS)
- Hellcat! - CHAD: Shawnee.
(GUNSHOT)
All right, get going.
Come on!
It's Meeteetse. She's brought the sheriff.
(HOOVES THUNDERING)
Cory's in trouble. Let's get out there!
(GUNFIRE)
It's the sheriff. Get back!
Jubal... They'll kill him.
Chad, there's nothing you can do about it now. Jubal brought this on himself.
(GUNFIRE)
They're wiped out.
I'm sorry, Chad.
Meeteetse!
You brought in the posse. Why?
Brother send me go get sheriff.
- Law promise him not to follow. - You're lying.
Meeteetse have plenty chance before go get sheriff.
Never do it.
That girl... Your brother forget everything for her.
- Shut your mouth. - Why he not here with her?
Make deal with sheriff. Go away with her, betray you.
- You're lying, Meeteetse. - Your brother wants you dead. For her!
You she-devil!
(GUNSHOT)
You're lying, Meeteetse.
Say it. Say it!
Tie them on good now. That stuff's heavy.
Find anything?
We got all the gold ingots taken in the stage robbery,
and some from their other jobs.
- How are you boys doing? - We're all done.
We buried the squaw separate.
Shame about that. She was real pretty.
See anything of the Santee brothers?
- Nope. - Rose Fargo?
No, nothing.
Jubal was hit right over there by the woods.
I gunned him down myself. He can't have got far.
We combed the woods.
He's either lit out, holed up or dead.
Well, if he's still around, he'll need some grub
and blankets and bandages.
He'll try to make it to this shack after dark, I imagine.
You two hole up here for a couple of days,
and keep out of sight, and keep a sharp lookout.
The rest of us will get back to Laramie.
All right.
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
SHERIFF: He may spot those horses. Better get them inside the cabin.
Come on, boy.
Get in.
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
HANK: If that critter's still alive,
I'm betting he's a long ways from here by now.
Headed for Cheyenne, maybe, or...
(GUNSHOTS)
(FOOTSTEPS THUMPING)
(CHOKES)
SHAWNEE: Jubal!
It's me, Shawnee. Did you get 'em?
Yeah. Come on in.
- Is it bad? - No.
Well, we got rifles and ammunition now.
Horses too, in the bedroom.
You see anything of Chad and Rose?
No. They're on their way to Jackson Hole, I reckon.
Any idea how the posse found us?
Yeah. Meeteetse.
She tried to tell me Chad sent her to the sheriff.
I squared accounts with that little rattlesnake.
Meeteetse, huh?
Maybe she was telling it straight.
- What are you driving at? - Plain, ain't it?
Chad wanted to make sure the sheriff would let him take Rose with him.
He wanted her so bad he sent Meeteetse out to bring the posse.
Don't say that.
Chad would never turn on me.
Look...
Last night you told me to go take Rose.
I found her all right.
She had a couple of horses saddled and a packhorse loaded.
Chad comes sneaking up and gunned me down.
I figured they was clearing out 'cause they knew the posse was coming.
You're lying, Shawnee.
He was in the bedroom at the time.
He went in the bedroom, sure.
But he was toting a couple of blankets when I saw him.
Now...
Maybe them blankets is still in the bedroom,
and again, maybe they ain't.
Get back there, boy. Back!
Get over. Git!
Turned on me.
Just like a dirty mangy coyote.
That's the soldier in him... Six years duty-bound.
We'll find a place to hide out until this heals up.
And then we'll catch up with my good brother.
ROSE: Well, there they are.
CHAD: Yup, the grand Tetons.
There can't be anything evil out there.
I hate to spoil your pretty picture, Rose,
but some of the toughest outlaws in the west
have made Jackson Hole their hideout for years.
I bet they're no longer tough.
(CHUCKLES) What a girl.
You know you'll have me going up and shaking hands
with the first grizzly bear we meet?
CHAD: Yellowstone!
Yellowstone!
Chad, Rose.
Hello, Rose.
- Oh, and Chad. - Yellowstone.
Welcome to both of you. You're a wonderful sight to see.
Oh, this is Moose MacLain and his brand new wife, Molly.
- MOOSE: Ma'am. - Howdy.
This is Jonathan Cooney. Runs the sawmill when he isn't busy saving our souls.
- (ALL CHUCKLE) - Howdy.
This is Rose and Chad Santee.
Chad and I served together in the campaign against Chief Joseph, Seventh Cavalry.
Welcome, folks.
Any friend of Yellowstone is just naturally a member of the family.
Sure hope you folks are planning to stay on.
Well, that depends on Yellowstone.
- Is that trapping proposition still open? - You're darn right it is.
I just got back from laying out my trapline. We'll run it together.
Say, I'm glad you took my advice about bringing along a partner.
Well, I'd...
I'd like to explain about that.
YELLOWSTONE: We don't need any explanations.
You both couldn't be more welcome.
Come on inside, show you around.
- Me and Molly will bring in your gear. - Thanks, Moose.
Here's where our trappers draw all their food and supplies.
- Ah, mighty nice. - Uh-huh.
And back here is where we keep the furs.
Kind of empty right now, but in a few months
it'll be filled with prime pelts...
Marten, mink, otter,
fox, raccoon, lobo, all of them.
A regular gold mine, huh?
Well, I sold last season's catch in Cheyenne
for almost $27,000.
27,000!
Yeah, and each one of the men made over $2,000 apiece.
We expect this season's catch to even be better.
(CHUCKLES) I'll settle for one just as good.
You...
You didn't cotton to cattle raising, did you, Chad?
Had an idea I wouldn't, didn't you?
All that's behind you now. Leave it that way.
I never believe in carrying shadows into new territory.
You got a whole heap to be thankful for.
A whole heap.
Well, let me show you your living quarters.
Here it is. How do you like it?
Uh... Mighty... Mighty fine.
- It's all yours. - Oh, no, we couldn't.
Why not? I always said a bride
was entitled to some measure of privacy.
- Them's my sentiments. - (LAUGHTER)
You are kinfolk?
No relation.
Yet you've been traveling around together?
Now, Jonathan, I don't think we've any right to pry into their business.
When the good Lord looked down on Sodom and Gomorrah,
he made it his business to wipe out
the sin and corruption he saw.
You speak with considerable authority about sin.
Are you by chance a preacher?
I am a duly-ordained member, young woman,
in the church of the Latter-day Saints.
Then it's as much your duty to prevent sin as it is to cast it out.
That's the will of the Lord.
Well, then we'd like to have you marry us, if you will.
- Rose. - Well, what do you know!
What are we standing around gawking for?
We got a wedding to arrange.
YELLOWSTONE: Yes, siree. JONATHAN: Sure have.
(GROANS)
Aw, you're bleeding again.
We gotta find a place to patch you up or you ain't gonna last.
I'll last. Get me on that horse.
This time we're gonna do what I say.
We're gonna find a place to hold up until this wound heals.
I'd hate to have you on my tail, Jubal Santee.
Jubal Cain.
JONATHAN: Place the ring on her finger.
I now pronounce you man and wife.
You can kiss your bride now.
This is one chance I'm not gonna miss.
- Me neither. - No, you don't!
(LAUGHTER)
I'm no longer afraid that someone will come riding into our lives
and destroy our happiness.
I'm sure now, Chad, very sure.
First time I saw you in Medicine Bow, I was sure.
Very sure.
You were gone long enough.
The nearest town is Red Butte, a full day's travel.
- How's it coming? - Ah, it's better.
Infection's going down.
What did you hear in that town?
Saw a poster. We're still real valuable.
That $5,000 reward's still riding on us two.
Either one, dead or alive.
Well, it'll have to be dead.
It's about time we was moving on.
We've got to reach Jackson Hole before the snows come.
A mink. Nice pelt.
Pretty fair. Ought to run $10, $15.
Now tomorrow, we'll start your trapline
at the pine tree there, and follow the stream.
You ought to be able to pick up...
What's the matter?
In the army we used to say
somebody just slipped a shell in the chamber,
with my name on it.
Which way to the settlement?
Well, there's two of them.
Yellowstone Kelly's down thattaway,
and Jackson up yonder.
What's the difference?
Well, if the law's on your trail, take Jackson.
If you're clean, Kelly's trapping camp's your dish.
- Thanks. - No trouble at all, stranger.
Come, boy.
ROSE: Bring back a good catch.
Enough anyway to line a crib.
What did he mean, lining a crib?
Well, I guess Yellowstone's
a more observing man than my husband.
Rose, honey.
What are you doing standing out here in the cold?
- You get inside. - Oh!
Looks mighty happy, don't he?
What did you expect, he'd be in mourning for you?
I found a lot more than I expected.
- Let's travel. - Wait a minute.
You mean you ain't squaring things with that sidewinder right here and now?
I can kill Chad just as dead in the spring as I can right now.
Crawfishing, that's what you're up to. You're still protecting him.
I'll take care of him. You're getting soft, Jub...
Not so soft that I aim to let you do my thinking for me.
It's a 900-mile trip here and back,
and I don't make that long a trek without pay.
We'll give Chad's nice, decent, hardworking friends
a chance to trap furs for us,
for a few months.
Meanwhile, we'll winter down in Jackson Hole,
pick up a few men.
What about the girl?
If you don't give me any more argument,
the girl goes with the loot.
(DOOR OPENS)
Hey there! In here.
Look what I found. You could hardly tell him from his horse.
Looks like you made a real haul, Chad.
Yeah, otter, beaver, wolf, mink...
Three silver fox, and two marten.
You did real good.
Looks like the other boys did pretty well too.
Yup, the good Lord's been most bountiful.
You know, Chad, you and Rose are going to have to watch the trading post
while Jake and I go out and gather up some more of the Lord's bounty.
- (ROSE LAUGHS) - Amen.
- How about some hot coffee? - Lead me to it.
YELLOWSTONE: I can go for some too.
The settlement's about a half a mile down the trail there.
I'll take Shawnee here with me,
and we'll keep an eye on the place.
The rest of you boys stay here.
Jubal, me and the boys took on this job on your say-so.
Them furs better be there, like you told us.
You boys will be well paid.
Hate to see a man die with empty pockets.
(SCRAPING FUR)
Chad.
What's the matter, Chad?
You'd think I was a ghost.
I'm the one you shot down, not Jubal.
The sheriff and the posse did that.
Couldn't be you were expecting them that night?
Something's twisting your insides, Jubal. Let's have it.
Meeteetse fetched that posse.
I made her talk. She said you sent her to the sheriff.
She lied. You're all wrong, Jubal.
Keep out of this, you dancehall floozy.
Jubal! Rose is my wife.
All right.
So I was wrong about Chad.
Let's hear you explain it.
She was just talking from the heart.
When Shawnee claimed her after she took the bullet out of my back,
she was afraid.
Afraid he'd never let us get away.
But for me, you wouldn't have.
I held Shawnee and the boys off
until you got past Sentinel Rock.
And you paid off by sending in for the posse.
Go ahead, cut 'em down, Jubal.
You still ain't said how you know he didn't rat on me.
Because I begged him to turn you in, but he refused.
- I wish I could believe that. - You can, Jubal...
If you'd do your own thinking for a minute.
What was it Ma used to say to us when we was kids,
when doubt came between us?
I remember.
But it don't fit my lips these days.
Then I'll say it for you.
"When the Lord said,
"'Where is thy brother?'
"Cain replied,
"'Am I my brother's keeper?'
"He was banished to the Land of Nod."
Yeah...
I am my brother's keeper.
- Chad, that's good enough for me. - Well, it ain't for me.
Keep your hands away from that gun, Jubal.
I'd drop you now, but I don't want to rouse the camp.
You don't want to commit suicide.
You may get one of us,
but you'd be a dead man before you'd pull that trigger a second time.
Reach! Higher!
You, get his gun. Don't try anything.
Give it here.
You were right, Jubal.
Prime catch of furs already.
Plenty for me and the boys.
You still have to get them out of the storeroom, Shawnee.
I came for these furs, and I'm coming back for them.
There's just you and Chad here now.
Leave it that way.
I'm coming back with five men.
We'll cut down anybody who stands between us and these furs.
If you're thinking of trying to get away, don't.
You're gonna be watched.
If you try to stop us,
we'll take more than the furs.
We'll take her.
He said five other men.
He's telling the truth... Outlaw guns from Jackson Hole.
So you were going to kill me and clean out the storeroom.
I'm sorry, Chad.
That two years in prison has kept me from thinking straight ever since.
You're thinking straight now.
We're together.
If we ever get out of this, it'll be like old times.
JUBAL: That sure listens good, Chad.
But you're forgetting.
I still got a few things to answer for.
The day that trail east is open,
there'll be a dozen men I could name slipping out of Jackson Hole
to find the nearest sheriff.
For that blood money.
It's payable in gold coin, Chad.
They say blood washes off gold,
but I know better.
Rose, honey. You ought to lie down, get your rest.
I'll be all right.
Luck to you, Chad.
Luck to you, Jubal.
You both are going to need it.
What about Jonathan and the rest of the men in this camp?
We're not asking anybody else to fight our battles.
You've never seen the Santee brothers in action...
On the same side.
Jubal...
Pick yourself a six-gun...
And a Winchester.
Yeah, this'll do.
I'll keep a lookout.
It'll be quite a spell before Shawnee can round up his boys.
I might as well clean up.
In there.
Chad...
Are you sure of Jubal?
Think back, honey.
Jubal's never crossed us.
He's helped us go free.
Free?
Why can't we gun 'em down now?
You said there ain't more than a half dozen men down there to stop us.
My plan will cut 'em down to Jubal and his brother.
We'll wait for tonight.
Fort molasses. It's going to be as good as stone.
Yeah, it's fine if they ride straight in.
But we'd be sitting ducks for a man at either end of the building.
CHAD: There's no sign of them.
Wonder what's keeping Shawnee?
- You think maybe he quit? - No, not Shawnee.
He's been busting for years to gun me down.
(CLATTERING)
(SOBBING)
If we can get some of them on the first ride in, we'll have a better chance.
Rose, I told you to stay inside.
But you've got to eat sometime.
Then, Jubal, you go first.
And turn those lamps out before you come back.
Oh, Rose...
Chad told me about the baby.
I'm mighty happy.
Rose, I...
I'm not much on apologizing,
but I could cut my tongue out for what I've ever said to you.
You tell me that tomorrow morning when the sun rises,
if my husband is still alive.
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
The two of you will go with Rourke and set fire to the mill.
The rest of you will come with me.
- Any questions? - ROURKE: No, let's get it over with.
Why don't you try to eat something, honey?
(HOOVES THUNDERING)
Stay here.
- What is it? - It's the sawmill. It's on fire.
Do you think Shawnee set fire to the mill?
You know any better way to draw the men from the settlement?
It was Shawnee all right. Who else?
Where's Jubal?
CHAD: Jubal?
Jubal.
- Get back in the house. - You can't face seven men all alone.
Seven...
So you think Jubal's gone back with them.
Well, he isn't here, is he?
Get down. Here they come.
JUBAL: Shawnee.
- Jubal? - You can ride straight in to the porch.
SHAWNEE: What about your brother?
I've got them both baled up with the furs.
We'll pack them along, part way.
Kind if a fast change of mind, ain't it, Jubal?
No change at all, Shawnee. But how could I tell you with them listening?
Looks okay, but keep your guns ready.
He's talked them into an ambush.
Get down.
Jubal. Jubal! This way.
- Jubal, Jubal. - I thought I'd cut down the odds.
- We got one of them. - Yeah, you had me worried.
- Why didn't you answer? - They were within earshot.
So you thought I'd crossed you, huh?
Yeah. Yeah, I did.
Pretty bad feeling, ain't it?
I had it for five months.
Jubal, how'd we ever get this way?
It was us two against the world.
It's that way again, Chad. Us two against five.
Three against five.
She's a Santee, all right.
Not out here, she isn't.
Now you get back in that sitting room
and put out the candles.
(GUNFIRE)
Jubal!
JUBAL: It's the wagon... They're gonna bust through.
Get around it!
Get him inside.
Let's rush 'em.
(GUNFIRE)
Let me go. I'm all right.
Too much for me, Indian. I'm getting out of here.
You stay here!
- Chad! - (MOANS)
(GASPS)
- Jubal. - (GROANS)
Jubal.
I...
I tried to roll back the years, Chad.
I did my best.
It's just like it was, Jubal.
Just like it was.
Luck to you, Chad.
How long can this go on?
Well, the good Lord's arranged a pretty exact schedule.
Well, don't you want to see your daughter?
- A girl. - Hallelujah!
- (ALL CHEERING) - (CHAD LAUGHS)
How about that?
Rose...
We'll have to get a name for her.
Well, I thought we could name her...
Jubilee.
Jubal-lee.
Jubilee Santee.
CHAD: Luck to you, baby.