:02:00
and the cold wind blows
across the desert...
:02:02
there are those
of lndian blood...
:02:04
who still speak
of Pearl Chavez...
:02:06
the half-breed girl
from down along the border...
:02:09
and of the laughing outlaw...
:02:11
with whom she here kept
a final rendezvous...
:02:14
never to be seen again.
:02:17
And this is
what the legend says--
:02:20
A flower known nowhere else...
:02:22
grows from out
of the desperate crags...
:02:24
where Pearl vanished...
:02:26
Pearl, who was herself
a wild flower...
:02:29
sprung from the hard clay,
quick to blossom...
:02:33
and early to die.
:03:00
Pearl.
:03:03
Where's your ma?
:03:05
She's in there, dancing.
:03:07
Like mother, like daughter.
:03:09
l'm commencing to think
l like the daughter better.
:03:13
Let go!
:03:14
You go away from me,
or l'll call my pa.
:03:18
That renegade creole squaw-man?
:03:20
That's a rich one.
:03:58
l'll just raise you
fifty, Mr. Chavez.