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LeBoeuf: How do you know that Bagby will have intelligence?Rooster Cogburn: He has a store.
LeBoeuf: That makes him an authority on movements in the Territory?
Rooster Cogburn: We have entered a wild place and anyone coming in, wantin' any kind of supply, cannot pick and choose his portal.
LeBoeuf: That is a piece of foolishness. All the snakes are asleep this time of year.
Rooster Cogburn: They have been known to wake up.
Mattie Ross: Well, let me have a rope too.
Rooster Cogburn: A snake would not bother you. You are too little and bony. You should
fetch water for the mornin', put it by the fire. The creek's gonna ice over tonight.
Mattie Ross: I am not going down there again. If you want any more water you can fetch it yourself.
LeBoeuf: You're lucky to be traveling in a place where a spring is so handy. In my country you can ride for days and see no ground water. I have lapped filthy water from a hoof print
and was glad to have it.
Rooster Cogburn: If I ever meet one of you Texas waddies who says he had never drank water out of a horse track I think I'll shake his hand, give him a Daniel Webster cigar.
LeBoeuf: You don't believe it?
Rooster Cogburn: Oh, I believed it the first twenty-five times I heard it. Maybe...maybe it is true. Maybe lappin' water off the ground is Ranger policy.
LeBoeuf: You are getting ready to show your ignorance now, Cogburn. I don't mind a little personal chaffin' but I won't hear anything against the Ranger troop from a man like you.
Rooster Cogburn: How long you boys been mounted on sheep down there?
[LeBoeuf sits forward in anger]
LeBoeuf: My white Appaloosa still be galloping when that big American stud of yours is winded and collapsed. Now make another joke about it. You are only trying to put on a show for this girl Mattie, who what you must think is a keen tongue.
Rooster Cogburn: This is like women talking.
LeBoeuf: Yes, that is the way! Make me out foolish in this girl's eyes.
Rooster Cogburn: I think she has got you pretty well figured.
[Mattie breaks the long silence that follows]
Mattie Ross: Would you two like to hear the story of "The Midnight Caller"? One of you is gonna have to be "The Caller" and I will tell you what to say, and I will do all the other parts myself.
Mattie Ross: Where is Mr. LeBoeuf?
Rooster Cogburn: Down by the creek performing his necessaries.
Mattie Ross:Well, Marshal Cogburn, I welcome the chance for a private parley. I gather that you and Mr. LeBoeuf have come to some...some sort of agreement and as your employer I believe I have a right to know the particulars.
Rooster Cogburn: The particulars is that we bring Chaney down to the magistrate in San Saba Texas where they have a considerable reward on offer. Which we split.
Mattie Ross: I did not want him brought to Texas, to have a Texas punishment administered for a Texas crime. That was not our agreement.
Rooster Cogburn: What you want is to have him caught and punished.
Mattie Ross: I want him to know that he is being punished for killing my father.
Rooster Cogburn: Oh, you can let him know that. You can tell him to his face. You can spit on him, make him eat sand out of the road. I'll hold him down. Well, if you want I will flay the flesh off the soles of his feet, find you an Indian pepper you can rub into the wound. Isn't that a hundred dollars' value?
Mattie Ross: No, it is not. When I have bought and paid for something I will have my way. Why do you think I am paying you if not to have my way?
Rooster Cogburn: It's time for you to learn you cannot have your way in every little particular. You find I fail to satisfy your terms I will return your money at the end of this expedition.
Mattie Ross: Little Blackie and I are riding back to the U.S. marshals' office. This is fraud!
Rooster Cogburn: Oh, God damn it!
LeBoeuf: What's goin' on?
Rooster Cogburn: This is a business conversation.
LeBoeuf: Is that what you call it. It sounds to me like you are still being hoorawed by a little girl.
Rooster Cogburn: Did you say hoorawed?
LeBoeuf: That was the word.
Mattie Ross: There is no hoorawing in it. My agreement with the Marshal antedates yours. It has the force of law.
LeBoeuf: The force of law! This man is a notorious thumper! He rode by the light of the moon with Quantrill and Bloody Bill Anderson!
Rooster Cogburn: That men was patriots, Texas trash!
LeBoeuf: They murdered women and children in Lawrence, Kansas.
Rooster Cogburn: That's a God damned lie! What army was you in, mister?
LeBoeuf: I was at Shreveport first with Kirby-Smith, then...
Rooster Cogburn: Yeah? What side was you on?
LeBoeuf: I was in the army of Northern Virginia, Cogburn, and I don't have to hang my head when I say it!
Rooster Cogburn: If you had served with Captain Quantrill...
LeBoeuf: Captain? Captain Quantrill indeed!
Rooster Cogburn: Best let this go, LeBoeuf!
LeBoeuf: Captain of what?
Rooster Cogburn: Good, then! There are not sufficient dollars in the state of Texas to make it worth my while to listen to your opinions. Our agreement is nullified.
LeBoeuf: That suits me!
[LeBoeuf turns his horse to leave]
Rooster Cogburn: It's each man for himself!
LeBoeuf: Congratulations, Cogburn. You've graduated from marauder to wet nurse.
[as he's riding away]
LeBoeuf: Adios!
[after Cogburn has met with Bagby]
Mattie Ross: Has Chaney been here?
Rooster Cogburn: No. But Coke Hayes was, two days ago. Coke runs with Lucky Ned. He bought supplies, with this.
[he flips a coin to Mattie]
Mattie Ross: Well, this is Papa's gold piece! Tom Chaney, here we come!
Rooster Cogburn: Well, it is not the world's only California gold piece.
Mattie Ross: They are rare, here.
Rooster Cogburn: They are rare. But if it is Chaney's, it could just as easily mean that Lucky Ned and his gang fell upon him, as that he fell in with them. Chaney could be a corpse.
Mattie Ross: That would be a bitter disappointment, Marshal. What do we do?
Rooster Cogburn: Oh, pursue. Ned's unfinished business for the marshals anyhow, and when we have him we'll also have Chaney, or learn the whereabouts of his body. Bagby didn't know which way they went, but now that we know they come through here, they couldn't be going but one of two ways; heading north toward the Winding Stair Mountains, pushing further west. I suspect north. More to rob.
[to Mattie whilst riding along slowly]
Rooster Cogburn: I bought an eating place called The Green Frog. Started calling myself Burroughs, but I drank and picked up and my wife did not care for the company of my river
friends. She decided to go back to her first husband, he was a clerk in a hardware store. Uh, she said, "Goodbye, Reuben, a love for decency does not abide in you." Imagine a divorced woman talking about decency. I told her, "Goodbye, Nola. Hope that little nail-selling bastard keeps you happy this time." She took my boy with her too. Uh, he never cared for me anyway. I guess I did speak awful rough to him, I did not mean nothing by it. You would not want to see a clumsier child than Horace. I bet he broke forty cups.
[Cogburn gazes at the body of the man hanging from the tree]
Rooster Cogburn: Is it Chaney?
Mattie Ross: I would not recognize the soles of his feet.
Rooster Cogburn: Well, you'll have to clamber up and look. I'm too old and too fat.
[whilst Mattie is climbing up the tree to look at the hanging body]
Rooster Cogburn: At The Green Frog it had one billiard table, served ladies and men both, mostly men.
Mattie Ross: I believe not.
Rooster Cogburn: No! Cut him down!
Mattie Ross: Why?
Rooster Cogburn: I might know him.
[Mattie reluctantly climbs further to get closer to the body]
Rooster Cogburn: That's when I went out to the staked plains of Texas. Shoot buffalo with Vernon Shaftoe and a Flathead Indian named Olly. Well, the Mormons, well they run Shaftoe out of Great Salt Lake City, don't ask me what for. Call it a misunderstanding and leave it go at that. Well, big shaggies about all gone now. Damned shame. I would give three dollars right now for a pickled buffalo tongue.
[Mattie starts cutting the rope]
Mattie Ross: Why did they hang him so high?
Rooster Cogburn: Well, I don't know. Possibly in the belief it would make him more dead.
[the rope snaps and the body drops, Cogburn turns the body over to look at it]
Rooster Cogburn: I do not know this man.
[after the Indian has taken the body of the hanged man]
Mattie Ross: Why is he taking the hanged man? Did he know him?
Rooster Cogburn: He did not. But it is a dead body, possibly worth something in trade.
Rooster Cogburn: Well my second wife, Edna, she got the notion she wanted me to be a lawyer. Bought this heavy book called Daniels on Negotiable Instruments, set me to reading it. Never could get a grip on it, I was happy enough to set it aside, leave Texas. There ain't six trees between there and Canada, nothin' else grows but has stickers on it. That's when...
[they hear distant gunshot and stop riding]
Rooster Cogburn: I knew it.
Mattie Ross: Knew what?
Rooster Cogburn: We're being followed. I asked that Indian to signal with a shot if someone was on our trail.
Mattie Ross: Should we be concerned, Marshal?
Rooster Cogburn: No. It's Mr. LeBoeuf, using us as bird dogs in hopes of cuttin' in once we've flushed the prey.
Mattie Ross: Well, perhaps we could double back over our tracks, and confuse the trail in a clever way.
Rooster Cogburn: No, we will wait right here, offer our friend a warm hello, ask him where he is going.
[a rider wearing a bear's skin and head rides towards them]
Rooster Cogburn: You are not LeBoeuf.
Bear Man: My name is Forster. I practice dentistry in the Nation. Also, veterinary arts. And medicine, on those humans that will sit still for it.
Rooster Cogburn: You have your work cut out for you there.
Bear Man: Traded for him with an Indian, who said he came by him honestly. I gave up two dental mirrors and a bottle of expectorant. Do either of you need medical attention?
Rooster Cogburn: No. It's late, fixing to get cold. Do you know of anywhere to take shelter?
Bear Man: I have my bearskin. You might want to head over to the Original Greaser Bob's. He notched a dugout into a hollow along the Carrillon River. And if you ride the river you won't fail to see it. Greaser Bob, the Original Greaser Bob, is hunting north of the picket wire and would not begrudge its use.
Rooster Cogburn: Much obliged.
[the Bear Man tilts his head to indicate the corpse behind him]
Bear Man: I have taken his teeth. I will entertain an offer for the rest of him.
[after Cogburn and Mattie have managed to get inside the cabin]
Emmett Quincy: You said it was a man on the roof. I thought it was Potter.
Rooster Cogburn: You was always dumb, Quincy, and remain true to form.
[he stirs a pot with a wooden spoon]
Rooster Cogburn: This here's an awful lot of sofky. You boys looking for company?
Emmett Quincy: That is our supper and breakfast both. I like a big breakfast.
Moon (The Kid): Sofky always cooks up bigger than you think.
Rooster Cogburn: Oh, and a good store of whiskey here as well. What are you boys up to, outside of cookin' banquets?
Emmett Quincy: We're just having our supper. We didn't know who was out there weather like this. It might have been some crazy man. Anyone can say he is a marshal.
Moon (The Kid): My leg hurts.
Rooster Cogburn: I'll bet it does.
Rooster Cogburn: When was the last time you seen your old pard Ned Pepper?
Emmett Quincy: I do not know him. Who is he?
Rooster Cogburn: I'm surprised you don't remember him. He's a skinny fellow, nervous and quick. His lip's all messed up.
Emmett Quincy: That don't bring anybody to mind.
Rooster Cogburn: There is a new boy that might be runnin' with Ned. He's got a powder mark on his face, a black place. He calls himself Chaney, or Chelmsford sometimes. Carries a Henry rifle.
Emmett Quincy: That don't bring anybody to mind. Black mark, I would remember that.
Rooster Cogburn: You don't remember nothin' I want to know, do you Quincy? What do you know, Moon?
Emmett Quincy: We don't know those boys you're lookin' for.
Moon (The Kid): I don't know those boys. I always try to help out the law.
Rooster Cogburn: Well, by the time we get back to Fort Smith that leg will be swelled up tight as Dick's hatband. It will be mortified and they will cut it off. Then if you live I'll get you two or three years in the Federal house up in Detroit there.
Moon (The Kid): You are trying to get at me.
Rooster Cogburn: They'll teach you to read and write up there but the rest of it won't be so good. Them boys, that can be hard on a gimp.
Moon (The Kid): You are trying to get at me.
Rooster Cogburn: Now, you give me some good information on Ned, I'll take you down to Bagby's store tomorrow and get that ball taken out of your leg. Then I'll give you three days to clear the Territory.
Emmett Quincy: We don't know those boys you are looking for.
[Cogburn laughs]
Rooster Cogburn: That ain't his leg.
Moon (The Kid): I would...
Emmett Quincy: Don't you be flappin' your mouth, Moon. It is best to let me do the talkin'.
Moon (The Kid): I would say if I knew...
Emmett Quincy: We are...we are weary trappers.
[looking over at Mattie]
Emmett Quincy: Who worked you over with the ugly stick?
Mattie Ross: The man Chaney with the marked face killed my father. He's a whiskey drinker like you and it led to killing in the end. If you answer the marshal's questions he will help you. I have a good lawyer at home and he will help you too.
Moon (The Kid): I am puzzled by this. Why is she here?
Emmett Quincy: Don't you go jawing with these people, Moon. Don't you go jawing with that runt.
Mattie Ross: I don't like you. I hope you go to jail. My lawyer will not help you.
Moon (The Kid): My leg is giving me fits.
Rooster Cogburn: No, a young fellow like you don't wanna loose his leg. No.
Emmett Quincy: Easy now. He is trying to get at you!
Rooster Cogburn: With the truth.
Moon (The Kid): We seen Ned and Haze two days ago.
Emmett Quincy: Don't you act the fool! If you blow I will kill you!
Moon (The Kid): I am played out. I need a doctor! We met Ned and Haze two days ago...
[Quincy grabs a knife from his boot slams it down on Moon's hand, chopping off four fingers, then stabs him in the chest, Cogburn then shoots Quincy in the head]
Rooster Cogburn: God damn it!
[Moon has fallen to the floor, knife in chest]
Moon (The Kid): Oh lord, I am dying! Do something! Help me!
Rooster Cogburn: I can do nothing for you, son. Your pard has killed you and I done for him.
Moon (The Kid): Don't leave me lying here! Don't let the wolves rip me up!
Rooster Cogburn: I'll see you are buried right. You tell me about Ned. Where'd you see him?
Moon (The Kid): Two days ago at Bagby's store. They are coming here tonight to get remounts, and sofky. They just robbed the Katy Flyer at Wagoner's Switch. I'm gone. Send the news to my brother, George Garrett. He's a Methodist circuit rider in South Texas.
Rooster Cogburn: Should I tell him you was outlawed up?
Moon (The Kid): It don't matter, he knows I am on the scout. I will meet him later walking the streets of Glory!
Rooster Cogburn: Now, don't be looking for Quincy.
[whilst waiting for Ned Pepper and his gang]
Mattie Ross: What do we do when they get here?
Rooster Cogburn: They ride up, what we want is to get 'em all in the dugout. I'll kill the last one that goes in, then we'll have them in a barrel.
Mattie Ross: You will shoot him in the back?
Rooster Cogburn: It will give 'em to know our intentions is serious. Then I'll call down, see if they'll be taken alive. If they won't I'll shoot them as they come out. I'm hopeful that three of their party being dead will take the starch out of them.
[as they are waiting for Ned Peppers to show up]
Mattie Ross: You display great poise.
Rooster Cogburn: Uh, it's just a turkey shoot. There was one time in New Mexico, was being pursued by seven men. I turned Bo around and taken them reins in my teeth and rode right at them boys firing them two navy sixes I carry on my saddle. Well, I guess they was all married men who loved their families as they scattered and run for home.
Mattie Ross: Well, that is hard to believe.
Rooster Cogburn: What is?
Mattie Ross: One man riding at seven.
Rooster Cogburn: Well, it's true enough. You go for a man hard enough and fast enough, he don't have time to think about how many is with him. He thinks about himself, how he might clear of the wrath that is about to set down on him.
Mattie Ross: Why were they pursuing you?
Rooster Cogburn: I robbed a high-interest bank. You can't rob a thief, can you? I never robbed a citizen. Never took a man's watch.
Mattie Ross: It is all stealing.
Rooster Cogburn: That's the position they took in New Mexico.
[Cogburn and Mattie watch from their hiding place as a single rider approaches slowly]
Rooster Cogburn: One man. I did not figure them to send a scout.
[as the rider dismounts near the cabin, Cogburn recognizes that it's LeBoeuf]
Rooster Cogburn: Damn. It is LeBoeuf.
Mattie Ross: Well, we have to warn him, Marshal!
[before Cogburn can do anything he sees Ned Peppers gang riding towards the cabin]
Rooster Cogburn: Too late.
[they watch as LeBoeuf encounters the approaching riders]
Mattie Ross: What do we do, Marshal?
Rooster Cogburn: We sit. What does he do?
[Cogburn looks at the other riders]
Rooster Cogburn: Him in the woolly chaps is Lucky Ned.
[as he sees LeBoeuf being roped and dragged around on a horse]
Rooster Cogburn: Well, that's that.
[Rooster starts shooting at the riders]
[after killing the Ned Pepper's gang]
Rooster Cogburn: Well that didn't pan out.
[as he's approaching a wounded LeBoeuf who's lying on the ground moaning]
Rooster Cogburn: You managed to put a kink in my rope, pardner.
LeBoeuf: I am severely injured.
Rooster Cogburn: Yes, you got drug some.
LeBoeuf: I got also shot. By a rifle.
Rooster Cogburn: Well, that's quite possible. The scheme did not develop as I had planned. You've been shot in the shoulder but the bullet passed through. What happened to your mouth?
LeBoeuf: I...I be...believe I bit myself.
Rooster Cogburn: You got couple of teeth loose and oh yeah, the tongue is bit almost through. Do you want to see if it will knit or should I just yank it free? I know a teamster who bit his tongue off being thrown from a horse. But after a time he learned to make himself more or less understood. I'll just yank it free.
Rooster Cogburn: What...what's that now?
[LeBoeuf tries to speak]
Rooster Cogburn: What's that now?
[he takes his hand out of LeBoeuf's mouth]
LeBoeuf: It'll...it will knit.
Rooster Cogburn: Ah, very well. It's impossible to bind a tongue wound. Too bad. We just ran across a doctor...
Mattie Ross: Marshal?
Rooster Cogburn: ...of sorts but I do not know where he was headed.
LeBoeuf: I saw him too. That's how I came to be here.
Mattie Ross: Neither of these men are Chaney.
Rooster Cogburn: I know it. I know them both. That ugly one is Coke Hayes. Him uglier still is Clement Parmalee. Parmalee and his brothers have a silver claim in the Winding Stair Mountains and I'll bet that's where Lucky Ned's gang is waitin'. Now, we'll sleep here, follow in the mornin'.
Mattie Ross: Well, we promised to bury the poor soul inside.
Rooster Cogburn: Ground is too hard. If these men wanted a decent burial they should have got themselves kilt in summer.
[talking to her horse as she's feeding him apples]
Mattie Ross: Sleep well, Little Blackie. I have a notion that tomorrow we will reach our object. We are hot on the trail. It seems that we will overtake Tom Chaney in the Winding Stair Mountains. I would not want to be in his shoes.
LeBoeuf: As I understand it, Chaney, or Chelmsford, as he called himself in Texas, shot the senator's dog. When the senator remonstrated Chelmsford shot him as well. Now, you could argue that the shooting of the dog was merely an instant of malum prohibitum, but the shooting of a senator is indubitably an instant of malum in se.
Rooster Cogburn: Malla-men what?
Mattie Ross: Malum in se. The distinction is between an act that is wrong in itself, and an act that is wrong only according to our laws and mores. It is Latin.
Rooster Cogburn: I'm struck that LeBoeuf has been shot, trampled, and nearly severs his tongue, not only does it not cease to talk but spills the banks of English.
LeBoeuf: I was within three hundred yards of Chelmsford once. The closest I have been. With the Sharp's carbine, that is within range. But I was mounted, and had the choice of
firing off-hand, or dismounting to shoot from rest, which would allow Chelmsford to augment the distance. I fired mounted...and fired wide.
Rooster Cogburn: You could not hit a man at three hundred yards if your gun was resting on Gibraltar.
LeBoeuf: The Sharp's carbine is an instrument of uncanny power and precision.
Rooster Cogburn: I have no doubt that the gun is sound.
[whilst riding Cogburn is singing and drinking, LeBoeuf and Mattie are riding behind him]
LeBoeuf: I do not believe he slept.
Rooster Cogburn: Fort Smith is a healthy distance, LeBoeuf, but I would encourage the creature you ride to head center. Out here a one-armed man looks like easy prey.
LeBoeuf: And a one-eyed man, who can't shoot? Why don't you turn back, Cogburn?
Rooster Cogburn:Ah, I will do fine. I know where the Parmalee's claim is. I am uninjured, well provisioned, and we agreed to separate.
LeBoeuf: In conscious you cannot site our agreement. You are the one who shot me.
Mattie Ross: Mr. LeBoeuf has a point, Marshal. It is an unfair leg-up in any competition to shoot your opposite number.
Rooster Cogburn: God damn it! I do not accept it as a given that I did shoot LeBoeuf. There were plenty of guns going off.
LeBoeuf: I heard the rifle and I felt the ball. You missed your shot, Cogburn, admit it.
Rooster Cogburn: Missed my shot!
LeBoeuf: You are more handicapped without the eye than I without the arm.
Rooster Cogburn: I can hit a gnat's eye at ninety yards!
[he throws his empty whiskey bottle into the air and fires his gun but he misses]
[after failing to to shoot the whiskey bottle, he shoots a third time and the bottle shatters]
Rooster Cogburn: That Chinaman is runnin' them cheap shells on me again.
LeBoeuf: I thought you were going to say the sun was in your eyes. That is to say, your eye.
[after LeBoeuf shoots the cornbread that Cogburn had thrown to shoot at the same time]
LeBoeuf: There.
Rooster Cogburn: There?! My bullet!
LeBoeuf: Your bullet? If you hit what you aim at, explain my shoulder!
Mattie Ross: Gentlemen, shooting cornbread out here on the prairie is getting us no closer to the Ned Pepper gang.
Rooster Cogburn: One more, this will prove it. Please hold fire!
[he tosses a corn dodger and fires again and again missing the shot]
[at their camp Mattie tries to feed LeBoeuf]
LeBoeuf: Cogburn does not want me eating out of his store.
Mattie Ross: That is silly. You have not eaten the whole day, and it is my store not his.
Rooster Cogburn: Let him starve! He does not track! He does not shoot, except at foodstuffs!
LeBoeuf: That was your initiative.
Rooster Cogburn: He does not contribute! He is a man who walks in front of bullets!
Mattie Ross: Mr. LeBoeuf drew single-handed up
on the Lucky Ned Pepper Gang while we fired
safely from
cover.Rooster Cogburn: We?
Mattie Ross: It is unfair to indict a man when his jaw is swollen and tongue mangled and who is therefore unable to rise to his own defense!
LeBoeuf: I can speak for myself. I am hardly obliged to answer the ravings of a drunkard. It is beneath me.
[he rises to gather his things]
LeBoeuf: I shall make my own camp elsewhere. It is you who have nothing to offer, Cogburn. A sad picture indeed. This is no longer a manhunt, it is a debauch. The Texas
Ranger presses on alone.
Rooster Cogburn: Take the girl. I bow out!
LeBoeuf: A fine thing to decide once you have brought her into the middle of the Choctaw Nation.
Rooster Cogburn: I bow out! I wash my hands!
Mattie Ross: Gentlemen, we cannot fall out in this fashion. Not so close to our goal, with Tom Chaney nearly in hand!
Rooster Cogburn: In hand?! If he is not in a shallow grave, somewhere between here and Fort Smith, he is gone! Long gone! Thanks to Mr. LeBoeuf, we missed our shot! We have barked, and the birds have flown! Gone gone gone! Lucky Ned and his cohort, gone! Your fifty dollars, gone! Gone the whiskey...seized in evidence! The trail is cold, if ever there was one! I'm...I'm a foolish old man who has been drawn into a wild goose chase by a harpy in trousers and a nincompoop! Well, Mr. LeBoeuf, he can wander the Choctaw Nation for as long as he likes; perhaps the local Indians will take him in and honor his gibberings by making him Chief! You, sister, may go where you like! Our engagement is terminated! I bow out!
Mattie Ross: I am going with you.
LeBoeuf: Oh, that is not possible.
Mattie Ross: Have I held you back? Look, I have a Colt's dragoon revolver which I know how to use, and I would be no more of a burden to you than I was to the marshal.
LeBoeuf: That is not my worry. You have earned your spurs, that is clear enough. You have been a regular old hand on the trail. But Cogburn is right, even if I would not give him the
satisfaction of conceding it. The trail is cold, and I am considerably diminished.
Mattie Ross: How can you give up now, after the many months you've dedicated to finding Chaney? You have shown great determination. I misjudged you. I picked the wrong man.
LeBoeuf: I would go on in your company if there were clear way to go. But we'd be striking out blindly. Chelmsford is gone, we chased him right off the map. There is nothin' for it. I'm bound for Texas, it's time for you to go home too. The marshal, when he sobers, is your way back.
Mattie Ross: I will not go back. Not without Chaney, dead or alive.
LeBoeuf: I misjudged you as well. I extend my hand.
[he extends his hand, Mattie doesn't take it]
Mattie Ross: Mr. LeBoeuf! Please!
[he remains with hand extended, she finally gives him her hand and they shake]
LeBoeuf: Adios!
[he turns and rides away]
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