Nevada Smith

Mornin', son.

Mornin'.

We're a little off our course.

There's a played-out mine

somewheres around here.

Know of it?

There's a lot of old mines around here.

This one is bein' worked

by a fellow name of Sand.

Samuel Sand.

He's my father.

You don't say, boy?

Well, son, your pappy and me,

we hunted buffalo together in the army.

We thought it only decent to stop by and say howdy.

About three miles on, the second canyon,

you pick up the trail going west.

You'll see the buildings plain.

You have a first name, boy?

Max.

Much obliged, Max.

Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah!

Now you keep out of this, squaw!

Now, where is the gold?!

You tell me, where is the gold?!

Take it easy, easy.

Come on, Sam.

Sam... it ain't no use holdin' out.

There ain't no gold, Jesse.

When you gonna get that in your stupid head?

Now, look. You're working a so-called dead mine

but you brought it back to life.

Now, you found something

you're sittin' on real cute-like, right?!

Would I be living like this?

You understand, we don't want

all of it, just half.

Of nothin'!

Oh, you've been spreadin' gold dust

around Owl Creek like snow!

That were a day's work, that's all.

You paid your store bill with a solid gold nugget.

I've been working two years-- one nugget, $38.

Wouldn't even pay for the shovels I wore out.

Look, we didn't ride all the way out here to argue.

You're going to tell us where it is, Sam,

or you're going to tell us with your dyin' breath!

Now, where is it?!

Whoa, boy, easy...

Well, ain't that right handsome beadwork?

You fashion it yourself, squaw?

Yeah, it's been 15 years

since I skinned an injun, squaw man!

But I ain't forgot the way.

Please... leave her be.

I tell you, there ain't any gold.

I swear it, none.

I'm not afraid.

Max...

they're both dead.

No, there's nothing you can do now.

Max!

Max, stay out of there.

For God's sake, stay out!

Max, come on into town with me.

They don't even look like people anymore.

Their sufferin's over.

I don't want anybody to ever see them

lookin' like that... ever.

Go away.

Leave me alone, please.

Gid'up.

My... God!

Max, you poor child.

Now, you come live with us.

Now I mean it.

I can't.

We've got acres of land

and a lifetime of work.

I've got to find those three men.

And if you do?

Revenge isn't God's way.

Oh, save your preachin', Ben.

But you're only a boy.

They're hard and vicious men.

Get 'em, Max.

You go get 'em.

Elvira...

Well, why not?

If he doesn't, who will?

The law!

The law-- what law?

Max...

at least wait a day, rest up.

Maybe I can catch 'em with that gray horse

before they sell it.

Here... here, Max.

Miss McCandles, I got a rifle,

a horse and eight dollars.

It'll hold.

Well, then, good luck.

Don't forget the way back.

I'll remember you both for your kindness.

Larry!

Who the hell are you?

My name is Max.

Max Sand.

Just a kid.

Indian.

Half-breed.

You alone?

Spit it out-- quick!

I was following three men who killed my mother and father

and I thought you were the ones.

Are we the ones?

No.

How long have you been tracking these killers?

Three, four days.

When did you eat last?

Couple of days ago!

Pick up the horses...

and join us.

Hey, kid.

Why don't you go home, huh?

I mean, while you still have a chance.

Don't have a home.

Hey, how can you guys be so friendly?

After what I tried to do?

Well, everybody in this world

is foolish in his own way.

Besides, we were all kids once ourselves.

Weren't we now?

Don't move, mister!

Now turn around... with your hands up.

Now, all I want is some food and a horse.

I haven't seen one of them old guns in years.

Keep away.

It won't work, you know.

I said stay back!

Well, the barrel's all rusted up,

and the hammer's broke.

And besides, they haven't made ammunition

for one of them things in ten years.

You want to trade?

I could use something to eat.

You've been through about 25 pounds of food in three days.

You think you're ever going to get filled up?

Oh, I'm sorry.

I didn't think.

I know it's a long ways to haul food.

Well, finish it up, if you can.

I can.

I didn't expect you to be so generous.

Think I was going to throw you to the coyotes?

You had every right.

I meant to kill you if I had to.

You an old hand at killing?

I killed my share of deer and... rabbits.

Ever hold a gun on a man?

No.

You're setting out to kill three of them, huh?

Bang, bang, bang.

You figure you're going to make it

'cause you got right on your side?

It helps.

They bury a sheriff

about once a week out here.

Well, I just figure it's a matter

of me killing them before they kill me.

Now, you want to show me

some of this fancy gun work?

Turn around and face the sun.

Hit that.

Go on home, boy.

Take the shortcut.

The sun was in my eyes, and I wasn't expecting it.

You expect a man's going to hold still for you

with the sun at your back,

then give you a warning

so you can stand there and shoot at him?

I can hit a rabbit at 80 yards with a rifle.

A rabbit don't shoot back.

How do you think you're going

to swing a rifle in a barroom?

I never been in a barroom.

Look, just to find them,

you're going to have to comb out every saloon, gambling hall,

hog farm and whorehouse between here and Mexico.

What do you think you're after, three preachers?

You going to gun them down at 80 yards

when they're coming out of a church social?

You're hunting three men who steal

because they're too damn lazy to work

and they kill because they love to.

Then they hide out like rats in the garbage.

So if you're going to get them,

you're going to have to eat, drink and wallow

in that garbage right with them

till you get so you think like them and smell like them.