[To the riders] We ride north!
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[The riders all point their spears closer at the travellers. After a tense moment, Aragorn pushes down Legolas’ arm.]
>> 指环王2：双塔奇兵The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers Movie Script

[Éomer hands his staff to another rider, and gets off his horse. Aragorn puts a hand on Gimli’s shoulder.] ÉOMER I would cut off your head, Dwarf, if it stood but a little higher from the ground.
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[At a signal from Éomer at the lead, the riders make a quick turn and head towards them, surrounding them in ever-tightening circles. As they stop, they point their long spears menacingly at them.] ÉOMER What business does an Elf, a man and a Dwarf have in the Riddermark? Speak quickly!
>> 指环王2：双塔奇兵The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers Movie Script

[Suddenly, a spear pierces the Orc's back. Mayhem ensues as Riders of Rohan burst out from their hiding places and ambush the Orcs.]
>> 指环王2：双塔奇兵The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers Movie Script

The Four Hobbits... sprawled on the ground, holding their breath. The BLACK RIDER turns and departs.
>> 指环王1：护戒使者 The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring Movie Script

The SILHOUETTE OF A BLACK RIDER looms against the skyline.
>> 指环王1：护戒使者 The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring Movie Script

Out of the darkness thunder two BLACK RIDERS...A LETHAL SWORD swings down at the small Hobbit bounder.
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The BLACK RIDER GALLOPS AWAY AT SPEED
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One night he felt the country was too rough for evening travel so he camped by the Purgatoire River, or Picketwire, as the cowboys called it. He heard the sound of an approaching horse and wearily picked up his rifle. It was only one horse. Dusk had not quite settled into night, and he could see the rider coming—a big man. The horse turned out to be a red mule and the big man Charles Goodnight. Call had known the famous cattleman since the Fifties, and they had ridden together a few times in the Frontier Regiment, before he and Gus were sent to the border. Call had never taken to the man—Goodnight was indifferent to authority, or at least unlikely to put any above his own—but he could not deny that the man had uncommon ability. Goodnight rode up to the campfire but did not dismount.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇

“Well, here we are,” he said wearily. “I guess we’ll just have to do the work.” The Texas bull was standing a hundred yards or so away with a small group of cows. When the riders drew near, he began to bellow and paw the earth. It irritated him if he saw several riders together, though he had not charged anyone lately.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇

It was during the Captain’s absence that Newt discovered a talent for breaking horses. Ben Rainey, an excellent rider, had been assigned the task of breaking the mustangs, but on the very first day of work a strong black horse threw him into a tree and broke his arm. Po Campo set the bone, but Ben declared he had had enough of bucking broncs. He meant to apply for another job when the Captain returned. Newt had been on wood detail, dragging dead timbers up from the creek and helping Pea Eye and Pete Spettle split them. He told Ben Rainey he would have a try at the black, and he rode him to a standstill, to the surprise of everyone, including himself.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇

“Mornin’, Captain,” he said. Then he noticed that something was wrong. There were three horses, not counting the stolen ones, but only two riders. There was something on the third horse, but it wasn’t a rider. It was only a body.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇

Something about the men coming from the north struck a key in her memory, but struck it so weakly that she only paused for a moment to wonder who it could be. She finished her task and then washed her face, for the dust was blowing and she had gotten gritty coming back from the lots. It was the kind of dust that seemed to sift through your clothes. She contemplated changing blouses, but if she did that, the next thing she knew she would be taking baths in the morning and changing clothes three times a day like a fine lady, and she didn’t have that many clothes, or consider herself that fine. So she made do with a face wash and forgot about the riders. July and Cholo were both working the lots and would no doubt notice them too. Probably it was just a few Army men wanting to buy horses. Red Cloud was harrying them hard, and every week two or three Army men would show up wanting horses.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇

Something about the riders struck her. Over the years she had acquired a good eye for horses, and also for horsemen.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇

But through the years they had been so lucky with visitors that Clara had gradually ceased to jump and take fright at the sight of a rider on the horizon. Their tragedies had come from weather and sickness, not attackers. But the habit of looking close had not left her, and she turned with a clean sheet in one hand and watched out her window as the horsemen dipped off the far slopes and disappeared behind the brush along the river.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇

Any approaching rider was something to pay attention to in that country. In the first years the sight of any rider scared her and made her look to see where Bob was, or be sure a rifle was handy. Indians had been known to dress in white men’s clothes to disarm unwary settlers, and there were plenty of white men in the Territory who were just as dangerous as Indians. If she was alone, the sight of any rider caused her a moment of terror.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇

“Have you had a good walk?” he asked, offering Newt a piece of cold meat. Newt took it but discovered once he sat down that he was too tired to eat. He went to sleep with a hunk of beef still in his hand.CLARA WAS UPSTAIRS when she saw the four riders. She had just cleaned her husband—the baby was downstairs with the girls. She happened to glance out a window and see them, but they were still far away, on the north side of the Platte.
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