Journey to Shiloh

J' there were seven boys from Texas j“

j“ rode off to fight a war j“

j“ 1,000 miles to Richmond j“

j' was where they headed for j“

j“ they were wild and bold and reckless j“

j' sons of the far frontier j“

j' their lips had known no women j“

j“ and their hearts had known no fear j“

j' buck Burnett was their leader j'

j“ the captain of this crew j“

j' the Indians made him orphaned j'

j' at the age of two j“

j“ Miller nalls, buck's old buddy j'

j“ as steady as the sun j“

j“ he followed every order j“

j“ he was the loyal one j'

j“ todo mcclean was the quiet one j'

j' a man that you could trust j'

j' his blood of Texas water j'

j“ his flesh of Texas dust j“

j“ eubie bell was theirjestor j“

j“ making laughter was his aim j“

j“ and war, the way he heard it j“

j“ was just another game j“

j“ Willie bill was born in pecas j“

j“ 18 summers he has seen j“

j“ he's old enough to soldier j“

I but will he see 19? J"

j“ the youngest one was little bit j“

j“ jed lucket's only son j“

j“ a-hurryin' to reach the war j“

j“ before the fighting's done j“

j“ j.C. Sutton, the fastest gun j“

j“ draws like a lighting bolt j“

j“ touchy as a panther j“

j“ as frisky as a Colt j“

j“ there was seven long-haired texans j“

j“ all dressed in buckskin brown j“

j“ a-headin' for the civil war j“

j“ rode into Dallas town j“

Ah, he ain't in there, buck.

Well, he's gotta be somewhere.

Any of you boys want some more...

You just keep a-comin'.

There he is. Let's go get him.

Get him out! Get him out!

Come on, buck!

Yeah!

Bet they never let us in that town again.

I don't know, looks like they handled us pretty good.

You concho county boys, maybe. Not ol' j.C.

J.c., I'd like to split your head wide open.

I ain't finished with them.

Sure you are. We got ridin' to do.

I'm ridin'. Right back to Dallas.

Pretty good with bottles... let's see how they are with guns.

Let it go, j.C.

I don't let nothin' go.

You're too damn touchy, j.C.

Don't tell me what I am.

You ain't goin' back.

I said I am. You gonna try and stop me?

Now, you know I can't match you gun-for-gun, j.C.

You better believe it.

And I said I'm going. Anybody arguing?

Well...

Have it your way.

J.c.'s the stubbornest critter.

Get him on his horse.

He's gonna be mean when he wakes up, buck.

Y'all elected me captain. I didn't much want the job.

As long as I got it, I give the orders.

He knew that when he wanted to join up.

I doubt he ever believed it.

Man took an oath. Let's go.

J.c., I told you we had riding to do.

I know what you told me.

You hit me when I wasn't looking.

Wasn't no other way.

I ain't forgettin' it, buck.

You mind that.

Oh, I'll mind it.

Nobody sneak-hits j.C. Sutton.

Suit yourself, j.C. Sutton.

Willie bill?

How far you reckon we made today?

35, 40 miles.

Ain't enough. We'll be all summer gettin' to Richmond.

And by the time we get there, won't be no war.

Yeah, I've been thinkin' about that.

Come on, now, we'd better get some sleep.

Buck? Hmm?

You remember what I said.

Oh, yeah.

I'll toss and turn over it all night.

Mmm-mmm! Pinto beans and jerky. There ain't nothin' better.

Seein' as how we ain't et nothin' else since we left home,

you're mighty easy to please, little bit.

Somebody comin'.

You're right here in the middle of it.

Do tell? Nice land.

Suits me fine.

You're trespassing.

It don't seem like we're hurting it none.

Maybe you think we are.

Maybe you'd like to throw us off.

J.c... I want to see these dudes throw us off.

Nobody said anything about throwing anybody off, did they?

As long as you're just camping,

I guess you're not hurting anything.

That's right friendly. Thank you.

Step down. Have a bean.

What's that you're eatin'?

Pinto beans and jerky.

That's real frontier food.

That's where we brung it from... concho county.

Concho county?

That's clear the other side of pecos.

There's still Indians out there!

Them that we left alive, there is.

We're the concho county comanches.

We're on our way to Richmond, Virginia.

We're gonna join up with general hood's Texas brigade.

Is that right?

This here is buck Burnett. He's our captain.

I'm proud to know you, captain. I'm Carter claiborne.

This is my brother custis.

Glad to know ya.

You really going to Virginia? That's right.

We heard tell general hood needs some good horse soldiers.

We reckon we're the best there is.

We're just afraid they're gonna run out of Yankees before we get there.

Boy, all the way to Richmond.

Sure wish I could do that.

Why don't you come along with us? We got plenty of room.

You mean it? Sure.

We got room, ain't we, buck?

We ain't talked about recruiting anybody, but...

You got guns? 'Course we got guns.

What would your folks say?

Well, we'll talk to them tonight.

Yeah. Captain Burnett, you wanna come to a party?

What kind of party?

It's what they call a cotillion. At our place.

In honor of cousin arybelle. She's from Alabama.

There'll be dancin' and bourbon punch

and food and everything.

You gotta come.

Maybe be there when we talk to our folks.

This cousin arybelle of yours. She pretty?

She's the prettiest thing you ever saw.

Sounds kinda fancy for us.

Come on, general. We've been invited to a party.

We're camping here tonight anyway.

Ain't no harm in going. He's right, buck.

There ain't no harm in lookin' at a pretty girl.

We'd be glad to have you.

With you going to war and everything,

pa will probably make you honored guests.

Come on, buck. It'd do us good.

Well, I guess we can scrub up in that creek, yonder.

No reason we can't go.

Now you're talkin'.

You tell 'em stand by, because concho county comanches

are gonna show 'em how to throw a party. Right, Miller?

My goodness.

If you young gentlemen ain't a sight.

Is there something wrong?

Uh, nothin'.

We've never seen one of you before.

Well, there's a heap of us around.

Not where we come from. Where is that, gentlemen?

Concho county. Way out west of here.

My, my. You're a long ways from home.

Gonna be longer. Headin' for Virginia.

Ain't that nice.

You know, where the war is.

We're gonna fight the Yankees.

I hear tell the Yankees is fightin' us.

I hear tell they're mighty mean.

I reckon we'll whip 'em, though. We?

Yes, sir. Us southerners.

Uh, you live here?

Yes, sir.

I runs the cotton gin for colonel claiborne.

Yo, buck.

I swear his house is better than mine.

I never seen a slave before.

We just folks, sir.

Only difference is, we belong to colonel claiborne.

He's a mighty fine gentleman.

Um, claiborne house down this way?

Yes, sir. Right on up that road a mite.

Y'all goin' to the party?

We sure are.

Well, I hope you have a real good time.

And good luck with them Yankees.

Yeah, thank you.

Let's go.

So long.