:20:08
Hey, Johnny Reb,
stay right where you are!
:20:18
Yank, I'm unarmed.
:20:21
That's what bothers me.
Turn around anyway.
:20:32
- Don't drown him.
- I won't.
:20:37
He hit his head, Captain.
:20:40
Give us a hand here.
:20:46
He's heavier than a baby whale!
:20:52
- It's all quiet out there, Sergeant.
- Let's hope it stays that way, Captain.
:21:09
You'd better leave that bandage alone,
:21:11
unless you want to start bleeding again.
:21:13
- How do you feel?
- I hurt.
:21:16
- You hit your head on a rock.
- I feel like a fool lettin' you take me.
:21:21
I would, too.
:21:24
You haven't got a bad leg.
That bandage fooled me.
:21:28
Bide over there loaned it to me.
:21:29
It's real blood, too, Colonel.
Made by a Yankee bullet.
:21:32
- Who knocked me off my horse?
- Tuscarora, here.
:21:36
I hurt a little, too, Colonel.
You're a big man.
:21:40
You're the outfit
that's been taking our gold shipments.
:21:44
- That's the fourth lot you've grabbed.
- The South needs money, Colonel.
:21:48
I know you from someplace, don't I?
:21:51
- You do.
- What's your name?
:21:53
Pierre Cordona.
:21:55
French mother, Mexican father.
From New Orleans.
:21:58
Four or five years ago in Abilene.