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Mr. Parnell,
will you take a look?

You dirt-livered
sprawl of rat-backs!

Back with me now.

You gutless lot
of tea-boilers!

Get back to work!

Oh, run now,

you worm-livered garbles!

Push, Mike McGreavy.

Sainted mother
of God.

Cassidy, Denysen,

Gwenyth and poor
Danny there.

Oh, it's a terrible thing.

Three days, and each day,
five more men slaughtered down.

You heathen savages!

Mike, go fetch
a burial crew from Menifee.

That I'll be doing.

Mr. Parnell, now, the threats
that five more men

will be killed each day

until the money's been paid
these savages...

So now, the men
are already dead.

Four only.

No man'll be coming
back here again,

seeing as he might make
the fifth man.

Those four men were my friends,
each and all.

Tell those men to return here.

They're going to work here

or I myself will murder
five times five.

I was only after asking.

Enough of asking
and get moving.

That I'll be doing.

And cloth!

Bring cloth for
winding sheets!

Meantime, I'll be cutting
these lads down.

No friend of mine
is going to be buried

with a heathen's arrow in him.

Oh, Mr. Parnell, indeed.

And that's
the fifth man, at that.

The noble red man.

Hey, I have to look
the part, don't I?

I mean, the once
proud Indian

brought low by the
white man's vices.

I hate to clip
your feathers, Artemus,

but please,
just look the part.

Restrain yourself.

No whiskey, no women.

All right, if that's how-

How- just information.

I want you to get
the feel of the situation.

The railroad's been stopped
for over a week.

Yeah, from the reports,

I gather the men are scared,
ready to quit.

Not illogical, you know.

Five of them killed every
day for a week now.

Frankly, sir,
I advise payment.

$500,000?

Tennyson, you'll never
own a railroad.

Too spendthrift.

The railroad
doesn't want to pay.

The government doesn't
want to pay blood money

to a bunch of murderers

who, by every indication,
may be a band of Cheyenne.

I thought Indians
didn't use money.

They don't,
except to buy arms.

Uh-oh.

Mm-hmm.

That's why Washington
has sent us brave gents here

to find the killers,
round them up

and get the railroad
moving again.

In how long?

One week.

One week?

Well, here's to sin.

And salvation.

Artemus.

Menifee's straight ahead
two miles

right through those woods.

It's a shortcut.

Oh, thanks.

Be careful.

I don't think the townspeople
are too fond of Indians.

Me no Cheyenne,
me tame Indian.

Tennyson!

Sir?

We're coming
into Menifee.

It's a bit sparse, sir,
isn't it?

You're on the wrong
side of the track.

Oh.

Not sure I don't prefer
the other side, sir.

Jim.

General Ball.

Ah!

A man and a half, huh, Jim?

A funny thing, you know.

The flesh and bone
are healed in that,

but sometimes
I actually feel

that missing hand
is still there.

It itches.

But a man is more
than one hand

and a piece of arm,
isn't he?

I couldn't agree
with you more, sir.

Especially
a man like you, General.

Well, thank you, Jim.

You know,
I'm your contact out here.

That's first rate, sir.

I don't see why

we're standing here grinning
like a couple of fools.

This is not going to be
all pelt and hurrah.

At least we're working
together again, sir.

That's right,
that's right, Jim.

I got problems out here.

The men behind this railroad.

Never could stand politicians

and these are Wall Street
politicians- the worst kind.

What kind of problems?

Well, you come and meet 'em,
find out.

Gentleman, this is
Captain Jim West.

Mr. Adamson,
Mr. Penrose.

Gentlemen.

All right, West,
you're the miracle-maker.

How do you propose
to solve our headache?

My way.

When?

Soon.

I fear thee you've stuck
a tartar, Benjamin.

Are thee truly so confident,
friend West?

This railroad, sir,

is an important
commercial venture, true-

but to the Union, an
absolute necessity.

I plan to stop these killings
or become one of the victims.

Ah! Words, promises.

We've had all those.

What we need now
is action.

Those Indians want $500,000.

In gold.

It's outrageous.

They demanded payment of a fee

for protection
against these killings.

So I've been informed.

Pay for protection

against their own crimes,
or else they'll stop

the building of
the whole railroad.

They're scalawags.

Scalawags, yes, but Indians?

Behind anything as well-planned
as this sort of extortion?

This Cheyenne chief
is an unusual man, Jim.

He goes by the name
of American Knife.

He's quite civilized enough
to know the value of gold.

Actually, civilized
is not the proper word.

Cunning would be
more appropriate.

And arrogant.

He's demanded
payment of the gold

cast in the form
of railroad spikes.

It's true, friend Ball,

he is cunning.

But gold attracts greed.

But disguised
as railroad spikes,

it can be brought here
secretly.

We've already caused
the gold to be cast.

It will be shipped here
from Chicago.

I have told you-

you pay a ransom once,
you'll pay it a dozen times.

We asked the government
for troops

and they send us one man.

The government cannot
supply enough troops

to patrol
a thousand miles of track,

and Captain West
is not just one man.

I'm sure you'll find him
more effective

than a good number of troops.

You've seen his record.

Yes, we have, and it's good.

But tell me, friend West,

will thee gamble the lives of
five men each day on thyself?

Let me put it this way,
Mr. Penrose-

I believe you build a railroad,
not bribe it into existence.

I'll gamble my life

and try to protect
the others.

How?

To begin with, an armed guard

for every track-laying gang.

I can arrange that.

Meanwhile,
I'll look for the killers.

Do you have
a lead on the Cheyenne?

Led by American Knife?

You might as well try to
nail smoke on the wall.

Let me have three days
to make my play.

Three days?

Possibly 15 men.

Possibly.

I say no.

I say yes.

Give friend West his chance.

All right.

Three days.

Then I better not
waste any of it.

Good day, gentlemen.

We'll expect regular
reports, mind you.

Of course, Mr. Adamson.

Every three days.

Sheila Parnell, lass.

I don't think you should be
going into a place like this.

And you,
Mike McGreavy...

and Demmett McCafferty,
and Peter Connelly.

I been hearing what you've been
saying all over town.

Now, Miss Parnell,
your father...

Ah, yes, my father
barely in his grave

and his dear friends lying about
in this wooden hovel

drinking till
you can't think

and telling the world a prize
should be paid to his killers.

Now then, Miss Parnell, there's
no call to be causing trouble.

Trouble?
My father's murderers...

Now, lass, will you...!

Sir, why don't you have
another drink, huh?

Just a minute, buddy.

I didn't ask for you
to mix in my affairs.

Wasn't gallantry, Miss Parnell.

I wanted to ask you
about your father.

Oh, you do, do you?
And why?

Well, he was killed, blown up
by three pounds of gun cotton.

Oh.

And I want to know why.

So would I.

Perhaps we could talk
a bit more privately.

My pleasure.

Your place?

Yes.

All right, who are you?

And why are you so interested
in my father's death?

My name's James West
and I'm here officially

to investigate
these killings.

Especially your father's.

Don't believe
him, Sheila.

I know how Jack Parnell
died- I was there.

He died violently
and swiftly.

Now let his memory
rest in peace.

No!

Mike, I never mentioned it,
but I know something.

There was a man who
approached my father.

Tried to bribe him,
I was listening.

And when my father refused,
he threatened to kill him.

Well, now, that is interesting.

Mike McGreavy.

It's a hard world, little Sheila

and you've run
into part of that hardness.

Now drop your gun belt

and don't reach
for your gun

or I'll shoot little Sheila
right before your eyes.

Did you kill
my father?

No.

I'm employed at a handsome fee

to make sure
that nobody finds out who did.

Put your gun on the table.

Now open that
trap door, huh?

And now you're going
to kill us.

Oh, no.

There's a man, he wants
to speak to you, yes.

That's solid rock
down there, yes.

And that door
bolts on top.

Now, you'll keep very quietly
down there while my, uh-

Employer.

Thank you.

My employer comes
to speak to you.

Now, down you go.

Mike...!

Don't be a fool.

Down you go.

You too, boyo.

You're fighting
a losing battle, West.

I'll be back before morning.

You stupid man.

I had him distracted
up there.

You could've...

Could've done what?

This way, I'll bring the man
I really want to see.

Gives us a certain measure
of privacy.

They'll have to break in.

Sheila, you're going
to have to trust me.

Tell me
about your father.

Three nights past, late,
I woke up.

My father was
speaking to a man.

Who?

Just a shadow of a big man.

He had an
educated voice,

full of
refinement, and...

it was a cruel voice.

He wanted my father
to fix the gradings

so the rails would slide
in the first rain.

And your father said no.

And the next day, he was dead.

I'm sorry.

Don't be sorry.

I've done my mourning.

I want my revenge.

On a shadow?

Or the very
unlikely Indian?

An educated man.

You'll be all right, Sheila.

I have friends waiting.

It'll be a long, cold night.

We could comfort each other.

If I'm to face
death tomorrow,

I could use a bit of
comfort this night.

Shh!

What took you so long?

I was busy following
Mike McGreavy.

And?

I lost him.

Somebody found him.

You better get out
of that Indian suit.

Oh, yeah.

It's clear that the shadow,
whoever he is,

overheard us and learned
that Sheila can't identify him.

So, he just eliminated
Mike McGreavy

and went on his
merry way, eh?

Mm-hmm, leaving us
with one day gone

and not much done.

Well, the work gangs
are sure

that the Indians
are behind it-

American Knife and the Cheyenne.

But with armed guards out there,
they're working.

What about American Knife?

Do you have any
lead on him?

Eh, nobody know nothing.

Tongue still,
like deep water.

He's in the hills
somewhere.

Nobody knows
which hills.

Jim...

two of the girls
that wait tables

at the Silver
Dollar are Indian.

I could talk to them,
woman-to-woman.

All right, but as man to woman,
be careful, huh?

I will.

James, my boy,
that is a nice, useful,

sort of gorgeous girl.

The only kind to have
for a tight situation.

Tennyson!

Sir!

Did you telegraph
the Indian Bureau?

Oh, yes, sir.

They informed me
that American Knife

was raised
by missionaries.

They assessed him
as very intelligent

but most ungrateful,

apparently
because he left them

and returned
to the Cheyenne nation.

They've never forgiven him
for that, sir.

But why do you want
to contact this chap?

I mean, if he
isn't the fellow

behind the fuss,
as you might say.

But, Tennyson, we
don't know that.

Oh, yes, we do.

Sheila said
it was an educated man.

Sheila's very pretty
and very charming,

but I don't trust her.

Well, now...

when you get to be
an old codger like me,

you'll learn to admire
and revere the fair sex as I do.

I wouldn't trust
you, either.

Now, look here,
you young whippersnapper,

I may be an old man
down on his luck,

but I'm still
a man of honor.

Well, maybe a little,
on a cloudy day.

Now, you go out
and risk it.

Go on out there and
build a railroad.

He always tells me
to go out and build something...

A mite early for that,
isn't it, son?

This is the way to build
a railroad, old man.

I'll just relax while you,
uh, fetch another load, eh?

Fine, right here.

Thanks very much.

What's the story?

Well, the guards
are careless.

Some of them
are half-drunk.

The men are scared.

Any trouble, they'd run
clear back to Chicago.

Another hour, it'll
be late afternoon.

I think we can expect an
attack between now and dusk.

Well, I join you, Captain West,
in your great expectations.

How many men did you say
were on that rail car?

Five.

Are you all right?

Oh, go on, go on without me.

You'll miss all the fun.

Captain West,
I presume.

The Cheyenne welcome you.

Sit down, please.

As you have
probably discerned,

I am American Knife,

the medicine man
of this little group.

Harvard.

Good heavens, no.

Dartmouth.

I see.

Tell me, as a medicine man,

did you take your degree
in science?

Philosophy.

An insatiable
curiosity

over the strange
customs of...

the savage white man.

For example,
his religious practices

in the use of scapegoats.

This is the reason
you were picked up.

I...

I would like a favor,
Captain West.

Such as?

Speaking of scapegoats,

the Cheyenne
are being used as such.

Blamed for the attacks
on your railroad.

My people

are innocent,

and I do not want them
forced into a hopeless war.

You're the first scapegoat
I've seen with a tomahawk.

Come.

Care for a cheap scalp?

He's white.

Well, dirty white.

What can I do?

Grant us amnesty.

We will come into
any military post you designate

and wait peacefully until
the real culprits are caught.

It's a deal.

Just like that?

Well, why not?

I know you're innocent.

You are embarrassing me,
Captain West.

Some of my people
are traditionalist.

They simply insist
on your being tortured

to prove your willingness
to help us.

Mmm.

I, uh, I understand
your predicament.

I knew
you'd see the problem.

But we should
be able

to arrive
at a creative solution.

I promise to be
as painless as possible.

Yeah.

I am called
Little Willow.

Don't tell me you're the tribal
torturer- the torturess.

Yes.

The angry ones of my people

demand that you be tested
with pain.

American Knife choose me.

N-Now you seem to be
an intelligent girl.

Not superstitious.

Mmm.

You smell interesting.

You smell different.

So do you.

Uh, is-is this torture
really necessary?

Only a little.

They wish to
hear you scream.

You scream good.

Very good.

It would be sad thing to
mark you with knife cuts.

A waste.

Oh, I-I hate waste.

I don't want
to hurt my throat screaming.

Would a few moans
be all right?

Mm-hmm.

Mmm... mmm...

You lost your disguise.

Well, wouldn't you?

James?!

They, uh, they, uh,
softening us up to carve us up?

No, no, no, they're...
they're friendly Indians.

Oh.

Allow me to present
American Knife.

A pleasure,
Mr. Gordon.

Call me Artemus.

This is Little Willow.

Oh.

My pleasure.

She's the tribal torturer.

Masochist.

I made a deal:

Amnesty in exchange
for assistance.

You see,
Mr. Gordon...

Uh, Artemus.

Why you whites have these
incomprehensible names,

I will never understand.

At any rate,
we are going to help you

find the renegade camp.

How?

I killed one.

In the interest of security,

they should come back
for the body.

Nice work, Artemus.

A pleasure.

Talk.

Where's your camp?

Talk.

If we stick to the shadows,
we might be able to mix in.

Mm-hmm.

You should have
no difficulty.

All you whites look alike.

Artemus, you go that way.

I'll go around
the other side.

Good luck.

Huh?

Hey, what are you,
a Peeping Tom or something?

I'm sorry, sir.

I was just drifting
through, that's all.

Hey, you a cute one.

Well, thank you.

Oh, wait a minute.

Oh, now wait.
No, no, fight...

Sir, I don't want
to fight.

Really, I have no desire
to do it.

Hey, no...!

And now, ma'am,
if you'll excuse me.

Oh, you won me
fair and square.

Uh...

Oh, no, really.

It wouldn't be fair
to you. I...

Sugar, I don't
mind one bit.

Mmm... Mmm...

Thank you, but I really
have to be going.

Why, you're
downright shy.

Now, we're going
to catch 'em tomorrow.

And this attack should shake
the gold right out of them.

We gonna leave the usual
five dead calling cards?

Five times five.

Now we'll hit at 4:00.
4:00.

That's right, 4:00.

And remember it.

Make a note of it.

Right.

Where they coming in from?

At the end of the line,
where else?

There'll be two parties
converging-

from the north
and the east.

Northern party
will come in right here

and overrun the position.

We'll sit down right here
and pick 'em off.

That's kind
of risky.

Sure it's kind of risky!

We're throwing every man
we've got into this attack.

Well, not every man, Farrell.
We lost one today.

Don't worry, Cheeve,
we'll make it work.

You bet we will.

And remember one thing,

that the success of this attack
depends entirely upon surprise.

I don't hear anything.

No, I think
we smoked him out.

How was that?

Say, I'll guarantee you that
West heard every word we said.

Mmm.

An eager cuss,
too, ain't he?

Imagine, right up there
on top of the cave.

You know, I'll bet
my second-best britches

he's out right now
figuring out an ambush.

Jim West is too competent
an officer

not to take advantage of this.

He'll have every man capable of
carrying a gun waiting for us.

He'll set up
a first-class ambush.

Which is just fine.

We set up an ambush of our own.

Well, now that
we're all present,

we can get down
to business.

Gentlemen, I came as soon
as I got your message.

I'm sure this meeting is
of the utmost importance.

It is indeed.

Well, our third day is fast
drawing to a close, friend West.

And what have
you accomplished?

My associate, Mr. Gordon,
and I have discovered

there is to be
a major attack

this afternoon at 4:00
at rail's end.

No!

Savages!

All right, we'll set up
an ambush

and finish off these Indians
once and for all.

Fine.

Except they're not Indians.

What?!
Impossible.

Is that true, Jim?

It's true, I'm positive.

They're a crew of renegades.

Former raiders.

Well-armed and well-led.

Not Indians?

Well... that is a surprise.

Well, that's
even better.

Instead of facing the
whole Cheyenne nation

all we have is
a few outlaws,

so we just lay
the ambush...

I don't agree.

What?

They're in force.

Frankly, after
considering the problem,

I advise paying the money.

But they have advised
resistance.

Pay the money?!

Why, you don't
mean that, Jim.

Believe me, sir,
I hate to disappoint you

but we have to face facts.

We don't have the men
or the arms

to face any kind
of a battle.

Gold, gentlemen,
is much cheaper than lives.

Well, I'm well
aware of that.

But to pay tribute to a
band of murdering outlaws.

That's the only way,
sir.

Well, I don't agree!

Gentlemen.

Gentlemen, we've been prepared
for this eventuality.

What, you mean you have
the gold here?

Yes... we have the gold.

The gold has been shipped
from Chicago

disguised as railway spikes,
as requested.

$500,000 worth.

It's a fortune.

A vast fortune, and you're
ready to throw it away.

I know how you feel,
General.

I agree with you.

But Mr. West represents
the government

and if he advises
payment...

And I do.

You know the
method of payment?

Yes.

We light a signal fire
three miles west of town.

Then we send out
a work train

with the gold on a flatcar
in front of the engine

to the end of the line.

There it will be
removed.

I don't like it.
I never have.

You think I do?

What else could I advise?

What else, indeed.

Then it's, uh, all settled,
gentlemen.

It is.
We will pay.

Fine.

Gentlemen, I only have
one more thing to say.

We're doing the
only possible thing.

Half a million dollars,
gentlemen.

That's a dangerous amount
of money

to place in the wrong hands.

Perfect, James, my boy.

One of your smoothest
smoke screens.

Everything else all set?

Naturally.

Something's not right.

Pick them up.

Uh, excuse me, sir.

Uh, there's been
an accident here.

Could you
give us a hand?

Oh, certainly.

Easy, West.

Now, turn around
real easy.

Well, here they are, boys!

Five of them.

They're sure going to make
handsome corpses.

You know, I think we got
today's quota.

West, we're going to
have to search you.

Now they tell me
you're kind of tricky

but I think my
hand tops yours.

If you take his coat off,

you'll find he's wearing
a... a sleeve gun.

And down the back
of his coat...

you'll find a knife.

And in his hat...

...a wire.

And in the heels
of his boots,

you'll find a
breakaway derringer.

Pete.

Now ain't he

the sly one?

And he got a little picklock
here in his lapel.

Well, what do you know?

Well, let him keep that.

I don't think we
have to worry

about his escaping from prison, do we? No.

Good intelligence work, Farrell.

Well, thank you.

Well, he's clean.

Give him back his coat.

You murdering skunk.

You'll never get away
with this!

Well, I'm sure
going to try.

You're nothing but a bunch
of murderers!

That's right.

And you keep yapping
like you are

and I'm going to put
you right on my list!

Sir, I consider that...
a personal affront.

Tennyson.

Now why did you do that?

Prepare to defend
yourself, sir.

May I have
a little room, please?

Hold it!

What were you trying to do?

Now get 'em out of
here and tie 'em up.

Come on.

Sit.

Is that an order?

Don't you have to
wait for the top man

to give you orders?

You think I'm not
in command?

You don't have
the brains.

Quite correct.

Quite astute, Jim.

That'll be all, Farrell.

They set off
the signal fire, General.

Excellent.

Well, you don't
seem surprised, Jim.

No.

I didn't expect
you would be.

The tactics
in that very professional raid

you let me overhear-

I remember that plan well,
General.

You executed it brilliantly
at Shiloh.

Ah.

You always were
a clever fellow.

Why didn't you act?

I needed proof.

I wasn't sure.

Only enough to feel sorry.

Sorry?

Don't pass judgment
so easily, Jim.

Five men killed every day.

What kind of judgment
would you like, General?

They took away my command
when I was meant for greatness.

I thought
you'd achieved it, sir.

No.

No.

I devoted my life to the Army.

I lose a hand.

Suddenly I'm less
than half a man.

I spend 18 months
in a hospital, rotting,

and how do
they reward me?

With exile.

Spend the rest of my life
rotting out here.

I'm five times the strategist
Grant is.

Five times.

Yet he's in the White House,

and I'm out here.

So now you want $500,000 worth
of revenge.

Exactly.

I'm going to Mexico.

My men are good men,
good fighting men.

We'll set up a state.

We'll take over
the country.

And who knows
where we'll go from there.

It's time, General.

The train has left Menifee.

The gold train...

has left Menifee.

Everything's
ready, General.

Good, good.

Stand by.

All right, everybody sit up!

Here's the general.

It's a fine
observation point.

You'll be able to see
everything from here.

I thought
you were going

to pick the gold up
at rail's end.

That's four miles down the line.

I had to alter my plans
a little, Jim,

after you refused
to set up an ambush.

Now, General,
why would I set up an ambush

only to fall
into your trap?

As it happens, I don't mind

you've shuttled the gold
out toward me,

and I'm here to collect it.

You hope.

Oh, I'm sure you set up some

clever little counter plot.

That's why
I picked you all up,

so you couldn't trigger it.

And I thought you might.

If I know you
well enough, Jim,

you probably filled
a baggage car with armed men.

Not a bad idea.

Naturally.

So I've set explosives
along the track.

We'll let the flatcar
with the gold go by,

and then when the
baggage car comes along,

we'll blow it up
and your men.

Well, General, you're
certainly thorough.

Yes.

It's a mark of genius.

Jackson?

Yes, sir.

Jackson was a sniper
with Quantrell.

First-class marksman.

There's a hundred pounds
of powder down there;

a case of blasting caps-
one bullet...

the baggage car goes up,
your reinforcements.

The trap is sprung,
and the gold is mine.

It's a good plan.
It might work.

Yes, it will.

Watch.

Get busy with the knife.

Right.

When you hear
the explosion,

go for the gold.

Don't worry, General,
we'll get it.

Are you getting it?

I am.
What are you going to do?

I have to blow up that charge
before the train runs over it.

I'll be free in a minute.

Keep this.
You may need it.

Let's go.

You got him!

You saved
the gold!

Well done, sir!

Very courageous, Jim.

But very stupid.

I'm sorry, James.

I understand your problem.

It is very difficult
to kill an old friend,

so I thought...

a new friend should do it
for you.

We owe thee
and thy people both an apology

and a debt of gratitude.

Oh, come,
come.

Civilized men must
stand together

against the outbursts
of these barbarians.

That's a peculiar accent
for a Cheyenne.

Uh, Dartmouth.

Oh.

Yes.

Excuse me, sir.
A drink?

Uh, no thank thee.

Fire water, sir.

Fire water...
and soda.

Gentlemen,

I propose a toast
to Captain West.

And to our half
million dollars.

Oh, yes.

Hear, hear.

I would like to propose a toast, also.

To General Ball...

and what he once was.

And for how he'll
be remembered.

Hear, hear.

Truth often has
a bitter taste,

but if thee can
keep it down,

it strengthens a man.

Have a good trip to Chicago.

Thank you.

Uh, thank you
very much, sir.

Pleasant journey, gentlemen.

Thank you.

American Knife.

Hmm, I must
be off, too.

But you will stop on your next trip here.

Who knows,

some day you may say,

"Some of my best friends
are Cheyenne."

Well, let's get this train
on the road, huh?

Civilization, here we come!

That's for me.

Wine, women and some
off-key harmonizing.

I just finished.

What?

Making food.

We almost fought
about it.

Until we decided...

...that you must decide.

Irish stew?

Or buffalo tongue?

Unless, of course,
you have the stomach for...

...both.

Both.