How about you, sir?
Just a few bottles left. You won't regret it.
Oh, my God!
It's Josey Wales!
You going to pull those pistols or whistle "Dixie"?
Goddamn Indian squaw!
Let's go!
Welcome to Texas, Mr. Lone Watie.
I guess we ain't going to see that little Navajo girl again.
I guess not.
I kind of liked her.
- But it's always like that. - Like what?
Whenever I get to liking someone, they ain't around long.
I notice when you get to disliking someone they ain't around long neither.
How did you know which one was going to shoot first?
That one in the center had a flap holster...
...and he was in no itching hurry.
And the one second from the left...
...had scared eyes. He wasn't going to do nothing.
But that one on the far left...
...had crazy eyes. Figured him to make the first move.
And the one on the right?
Never paid no him no mind.
You were there.
I could have missed.
Yes, sir! It was Josey Wales, all right!
Saw him heading north out of town with a renegade Injun.
I can identify him.
And I'd certainly be glad to share in any reward.
Knew him quite well, actually.
Well, not a hard man to track.
Leaves dead men wherever he goes.
He's heading north now...
...riding with a renegade Indian.
He's heading north now, but he'll turn southwest...
...head for Mexico.
Then we'll turn southwest and head for Mexico.
Tell them to head north.
What are you talking about?
Look at those boys over there with tied-down guns.
Bounty hunters.
Come out of a war, got no other way to make a living.
Every last mother's son of them wants that money you've got on Wales' head.
You and me didn't ride all that way for that.
I don't want to hear Wales is dead.
I want to see Wales dead.
We're heading north, men. Let's ride.
They're following us.
Couple of horses, far off, moving fast.
I don't hear nothing.
Got to be an Indian to know those things.
All right, let's take them out in the sand.
Glad you stopped me when you did. I might have killed her.
I noticed that.
She got some supplies...
...and our horses...
...and followed us around.
She said we were the only kin she had.
I bet we are, at that.
You know, every man I ever knew...
...who was good with a gun and lived...
...always had an edge.
Some of them would like to have the sun behind their back.
That's always a good idea.
Sure pays to have an edge.
All kind of edges.
Howdy.
Is something wrong?
I guess you were right.
I ain't that old, after all.
Not many men west of here.
We're getting into Comanche country.
Wagon tracks.
But I never seen tracks like these.
Never heard of Comanches traveling in two-wheeled carts.
Comancheros...
...trade liquor and guns to Comanche for horses.
Trade women too.
How many?
Eight...
...maybe nine horses, and a couple of carts.
Those poor pilgrims from Kansas.
They don't look too proud now, do they?
You son of a bitch!
Ten Bears is going to want a fresh woman!
Fresh, that little gal will bring maybe 20 horses.
Now if one of you has to, take that old woman over there.
She might be worth maybe one donkey.
Fix yourself.
Move faster!
If you fall...
...they'll let you die. Keep walking.
Come around here, bitch. Come around here.
Now you listen to me.
I want you looking real good when we get to Ten Bears.
So I want you to jump in that wagon and put on one of your best little dresses.
It might boost your price.
If you look good enough, I might outbid old Ten Bears and take you for myself.
If I figure this right...
...we're facing the sun.
This ought to give him an edge.
Who are you talking about?
What the hell does he want?
Looks like a parlay.
Are you just going to sit there or you going to see what he wants?
Get ready, little lady.
Hell is coming to breakfast.
That's a mighty nice horse you got there, mister.
Would you sell it?
We will give you a good price.
Now spit!
Just get off the horse.
Get out of the way!
Now you'll kill us, I suppose.
I'd have been halfway to Mexico by now except for that crazy squaw.
I can't understand a word she says.
I knew that would bring you.
Help us!
Help us.
Comanches.
They won't like us killing these friends of theirs. We better get moving.
Looks like a family of hogs just moved out of the seat of these britches.
I had such beautiful clothes...
...I was taking to our ranch.
Whereabouts is this ranch?
My son's ranch, he found before the war near a town called Santo Rio.
Creek with good water...
...trees, cattle, black-tailed deer.
It's a regular paradise we're headed to.
Out there?
Your son told you this was out there?
He told me that. Near a place called Blood Butte.
My son was true-blue, Mr. Wales.
He never lied. It'll be there, all right.
Yes, ma'am, I'm sure it will be.
Cottonwoods, live oaks...
...wild horses...
...antelope...
...lots of quail.
You see them?
What?
The clouds over there.
Clouds are like...
...dreams floating across a sky-blue mind.
I never thought of them that way.
Indian...
...this Mr. Wales is a cold-blooded killer.
He's from Missouri...
...where they're all known to be killers of innocent men, women and children.
Would you rather be riding with "Comancheros," Granny?
No, I wouldn't.
What'll you have?
Whiskey.
Whiskey, he says!
How about something else?
Beer, then.
And get those gents whatever they're drinking.
You too, ma'am.
That's mighty decent of you.
Been a long time since anybody bought a drink around here.
About as long as we had anything to drink around here.
Or anything else.
Yeah, first the silver run out of the Santo Rio.
Then the people run out.
Then the whiskey.
Then the beer run out.
Well, no matter.
It's good to see a high roller wander through.
I didn't mean to offend him.
I guess some fellows just don't like to be called high rollers.
You know, I knew a fellow once, he didn't like to be called highhanded.
We'll have whiskey all around.
"Comanchero" brand.
Angels of Mercy come to Santo Rio!
This ain't Santo Rio.
My son, Tom Turner, said it was a thriving place.
It was.
But when the silver ran out, the thriving ran out.
That's right.
I do declare.
Might you be the mother of Tom Turner...
...whose Crooked River Ranch is over by Blood Butte?
That I might, miss.
I am Rose.
Rose of Santo Rio.
I reckon he wrote you all about me.
I don't recollect that.
After his Lucy passed on...
...he didn't show much interest in women.
My sonny-boy kept his nose to the grindstone, providing a future for me...
...and his daughter there.
I do seem to recall him telling me something about...
...a daughter who was a little...
...odd.
He was killed in the Border War by Missouri ruffians.
He died a proud member of Senator Jim Lane's Redlegs...
...fighting for the just cause!
I am sorry to hear that.
I mean, he was of the finest sort.
"Seņora," please sit down.
You must be very, very tired.
I am deeply sorrowed to hear this.
In past years...
...my friend and I were of service to your Tom Turner.
And now we are at your service.
Why, I appreciate your concern.
I am glad to find manners at last, here in the wilderness.
We have endured hardship of the worst sort on the way out here.
Grandpa Samuel and Uncle Enoch...
...fell prey to "Comancheros. "
Let's drink to the silver running out. Gave us some peace and quiet here!
Bad luck, the silver running out.
I wouldn't have any other kind!
What'll you have?
I'm looking for Josey Wales.
That'll be me.
You're wanted, Wales.
Reckon I'm right popular.
You a bounty hunter?
A man's got to do something for a living these days.
Dying ain't much of a living, boy.
You know, this isn't necessary.
You can just ride on.
I had to come back.
I know.
- Comanche? - Comanches, all right.
Any more of them?
I think that's all there is...
...but they have horses packing antelope...
...so I figure they're not a raiding party.
But you never can tell these Comanches.
You stay with the cart.
Just looking us over, I guess.
They're packing heavy.
They may return.
All right, let's move out.
If they ride with Ten Bears...
...they will come back.
Ten Bears is the greatest Comanche war chief.
But he's angry.
Each year, he has met with one of your bluecoat generals.
Ain't my generals.
And each year he is pushed further across the plains.
General Sherman has come with more promises.
But Ten Bears will move no more.
It's so beautiful.
All right, we can get to work dusting first.
Got a nice Dutch oven in the fireplace here.
Mr. Wales, you men chop some wood.
Now, get everything done.
Mr. Wales!
Did you come all this way to gawk?
If you don't work, you don't eat around here.
Didn't figure you for a loafer.
You know, she told me...
...it's the first time she ever had a place of her own.
Grandma says it's our home.
It is all of ours.
I'm glad there will be a man around to take care of things.
I'll be dropping back from time to time...
...probably just to hole up.
Why don't you stay with us?
Be our partner.
They won't miss you.
Maybe they'll forget you.
You know there ain't no forgetting.
Pa!
Hey, there, Josey!
We're going to Santo Rio!
Lord...
...thanks a lot for bringing us to this place.
Pa and Daniel died...
...at the hands of that low-down, murdering trash out of hell...
...that done them in.
But they put up a good fight and died the best they could.
And thanks a lot for Josey Wales...
...who you changed from a murdering bushwhacker...
...on the side of Satan...
...to a better man...
...in time to deliver us from the Philistines.
And thank you, Lord, for getting us together in Texas.
Are you all right?
Ten Bears...
...he got Travis and Chato.
He'll be riding here in the morning.
If I was looking for a place to hole up, I'd pick this one.
Walls and ceiling, 2 feet thick.
All made out of mud, nothing to burn.
Two doors, front and back, right in sight of one another.
These here crosses are to fire rifles through. Up and down, side to side.
Tom Turner knew what he was doing.
You bet. I'll be shooting out that door.
I'd rather have you sit right there...
...and do the loading. Can you do that?
I can.
Moonlight...
...I want you to go to this door. You fire through here, all right?
Laura Lee, right through this window. Can you shoot?
I'll try.
Lone, you take this window right over here, and the door.
Where there's the most firing.
You'll have to keep an eye on that hallway there because...
...the only blind spot is the ceiling. They'll get around to it eventually.
They can't shoot through it, but they might...
...dig a hole in it and drop down, maybe in the back bedroom.
Now remember...
...when things look bad, and it looks like you won't make it...
...then you got to get mean.
I mean plumb, maddog mean!
Because if you lose your head and give up, then you neither live nor win.
That's just the way it is.
Use pistols at short range. More fire power and less reloading.
Keep this fire going. Keep an iron on it red-hot.
Anybody gets hit, slap iron to it.
That's the fastest way to stop the blood.
What's all that paint about?
It's my death face.
You know, we're sure going to show them redskins something tomorrow!
No offense meant.
None taken.
Where's he going?
He knows he can do the best for us on the back of a horse.
He's a guerrilla fighter.
He figures he can carry the fight to the enemy.
He's going down into the valley to kill Ten Bears...
...and as many of the men as he can.
How will he do that and come back here?
He won't come back.
You be Ten Bears?
I am Ten Bears.
I'm Josey Wales.
I have heard.
You're the Gray Rider.
You would not make peace with the Bluecoats. You may go in peace.
I reckon not.
Got nowhere to go.
Then you will die.
I came here to die with you.
Or live with you.
Dying's not hard for you and me. It's living that's hard...
...when all you ever cared about has been butchered or raped.
Governments don't live together. People live together.
Governments don't give you a fair word or a fair fight. I've come here to...
...give you either one. Or get either one from you.
I came here like this so you'll know my word of death is true.
And that my word of life is then true.
The bear lives here, the wolf, the antelope, the Comanche.
And so will we.
We'll only hunt what we need to live on, same as the Comanche does.
And every spring when the Comanche moves north...
...he can rest here in peace...
...butcher some of our cattle and jerk beef for the journey.
The sign of the Comanche, that will be on our lodge.
That's my word of life.
And your word of death?
It's here in my pistols and there in your rifles.
I'm here for either one.
These things you say we will have, we already have.
That's true. I ain't promising you nothing extra.
I'm just giving you life, and you're giving me life.
And I'm saying men can live together without butchering one another.
It's sad that governments are chiefed by the double-tongues.
There is iron in your words of death for all Comanches to see.
And so there is iron in your words of life.
No signed paper can hold the iron.
It must come from men.
The words of Ten Bears carry the same iron of life and death.
It is good that warriors such as we meet in the struggle of life...
...or death.
It shall be life.
So will it be.
I reckon so.
I'll be damned! Look at this!
Come. Sit down.
Oh, I'm so glad to see you!
Sit down.
I never been so glad to see an Indian.
I've got something to show you, Mr. Wales.
I made this chain for you.
I braided it from my hair.
That's real nice. It really is.
It's a watch chain.
It's a nice one. It will come in handy. I thank you for it.
You do have a watch, don't you?
I've been meaning to get one.
Could we...
...play a song for you?
I'm afraid I don't really know too many songs.
Could we play something you like? Come on.
Only song I can think of is "Rose of Alabama. "
We remember that old piece. Rosie, come here.
Do you dance?
Me neither.
I could see him through this window when he shot my partner.
He was traveling with an old Injun and a squaw...
...and some old lady and a scrawny girl.
Had to be him. He had this scar right on his face, right here.
I wasn't about to face him down alone.
You men get them horses out of sight.
If Josey Wales comes back here, we'll buy him a drink.
Kansas was all...
...golden and smelled like sunshine.
I always heard there were 3 kinds of suns in Kansas.
Sunshine...
...sunflowers...
...and sons of bitches.
At least that's something.
I heard a joke about Missouri once.
Something about how people from Missouri...
...are always saying, "Show me. "
Do you know it?
I think it was:
What does a man from Missouri say...
...if someone asks him to see a Missouri mule?
He says, "Show me. "
Get it?
They teach dumb jokes to pretty girls in Kansas.
They teach other things.
Show me.
Pa!
You're up kind of early, aren't you?
It's been nice riding with you.
Same here.
When you get to town, get some nice dresses for the ladies, you hear?
I will.
Get something specially nice for Laura Lee for when I come back in the spring.
Or the following spring.
Sometimes trouble just follows a man.
Hell, I've been here way too long as it...
I reckon so.
You're all alone now, Wales.
Not quite alone.
Now we're really going to show these palefaces something!
No offense.
None taken.
These freebooters are a slander to Kansas...
...attacking innocent women like this.
The bullets were flying...
...and people running every which way.
Church bells were ringing. Me and Miss Rose were ducking for cover.
Because one didn't know where the shots were coming...
Mr. Wilson!
Good morning.
Hello, Mr. Wilson.
We were just telling a little story...
...about an outlaw passed through this way a while back.
I don't suppose you'd know about him but...
These 2 fellows down here is Texas Rangers.
Been on his trail, along with this other fellow over here.
What did you say your name was, friend?
Fletcher.
That's right, Mr. Fletcher.
Anyway, they've been chasing this outlaw...
...and it just so happens old Ten Spot here knows all about it.
Yes, sir.
It was down in Monterey, Mexico, a little while back.
Anyway, this outlaw fellow...
...he went up against 5 "pistoleros. "
He got 3 of them before they cut him down.
Is that right, Miss Rose?
That's right. His name was...
...Josey Wales.
Yeah, that's it. Josey Wales.
If that's what happened, then Josey Wales must be dead.
He is dead.
He sure is dead.
Dead, all right.
Will you sign this affidavit?
Sign? I sure will.
That's it.
Nice seeing you, Mr. Wilson.
Must be 5000 lawmen in Texas right now.
Can't get them all.
I guess that's the truth.
You fellows get back up this way, stop in.
I reckon we won't be coming back this way.
I don't believe that story about Josey Wales.
You don't?
No, sir, I don't.
I don't believe no 5 "pistoleros" could do in Josey Wales.
Maybe it was 6.
Could have even been 10.
I think he's still alive.
Alive? No sir.
I think I'll go down to Mexico to try to find him.
And then?
He's got the first move.
I owe him that.
I'll try to tell him the war is over.
What do you say?
I reckon so.
I guess we all died a little in that damn war.
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