All language subtitles for The.Hallelujah.Trail.1965.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.H.264-PLISSKEN

The land at first.

Mountains thrust forth

from the molten darkness
of the earth.

Mountain and valley.

The virgin West.

High plateau...

And red rock of sandstone.

Wilderness West.

Prairie land rolling on and on

to the end of sight.

Oh, pioneer West.

What fervent dreams
lay half buried
in this land of promise?

Dreams crushed by a cruel nature

or the lance
of an Indian warrior.

Every page in history
must have its beginning,

and ours takes us
to the year 1867.

An army that had fought in
the war between the States,

that had bravely battled
in many an Indian campaign,

now patrolled the West
in a time of peace

with ever-present thoughts
of home.

The Indian was back
on the reservation

where the peace commission
of 1867

had met with
various warlike tribes

and secured certain
promises from them.

In return, papers
were given the Indians,

certifying them
to be good citizens

who would obey
the laws of the land.

Many gifts were distributed...

Beads...

Pieces of cloth...

Ammunition...

And war surplus rifles.

Naturally, these rifles
were quite unfamiliar
to the Indians.

And of course, it was understood

these weapons were to be used

solely for the purpose
of hunting game.

The leaves turned early
in that year.

It could be a long, hard winter.

The signs were everywhere.

In the high country,
the morning frost

would sometimes last
until afternoon.

Buffalo were feeding ravenously.

Beaver were damming
and storing
with strange vigor.

Horses and dogs
were becoming shaggy-haired
as never before.

And it could be sensed
in the booming, bustling
mining town of Denver.

Most historians agree
that the events

leading to the Battle
of Whiskey Hills

and the subsequent disaster
at Quicksand Bottoms

began here in Denver,
at a miners' meeting.

Such meetings were frequent
and held usually

as part of the political
fabric of the town.

But the meeting of November 4th

had a marked air
of grim foreboding.

Quiet!
I got an announcement
I got to make.

Quiet!
I got an announcement
I got to make.

In 10 days from now,

the city of Denver
will be bone-dry.

No!

Not one drop
of whiskey anywhere.

Speak up! We can't hear you!

I said the city of Denver
will be bone-dry in 10 days!

No!

You heard what I said.

I said plumb out,
and I mean out!

Oh, now, wait a minute.
Wait a minute.

I thought Bert Keeler
was gettin' in a big order,

but he was down sick
with the ague,

and he thought Sam Bufford
was gettin' his 60 barrels,

but Sam got his foot caught
in that bear trap,

and he didn't tell Shelby
to go ahead with
his 50 barrels, so...

So with 4 big orders
out of reach,

there ain't nobody else put in.

Now, take this here
saloon alone.

That's all there is.

Look at it!

And keep in mind there's
already been snow flurries
along Gunner's Pass,

and if we get ourselves
a hard, cold winter,

there won't be a wagonload
of whiskey in Denver
till next spring!

And it could be a late spring.

-Hold it.

So what we need,
we need us a plan.

Hey...

What does Oracle say?

Afternoon, gents.

Oracle,

what about this here winter?

The, uh, buffalo
are feedin' ravenous.

The beaver are workin'
somethin' fierce.

The horses and dogs
are growin' shaggy-haired

like never before.

What else?

Have you seen anything else?

Yep. I had me
a vision on, uh...

Oh, it come on me 2 days ago.

- Well?
- What was it?

What'd you see?

Uh...

Oh. Why, thank you.

At the feed store, it was,

and it come on more
sudden than most.

I was lookin' up, and there...

- There it was.
- What was it?

Snow.

Heavy white snow.

Yep, it's gonna be
a long, hard winter,

and when a long,
hard winter hits us,

by damn, she hits.

No wagons
gettin' through?
No supplies?

And no whiskey.

- You know?
- Yep.

It come on me 2 days ago.
We got to have a plan.

- Yeah.
- What kind of plan, Oracle?

Uh, now, let me just...

Oh, oh, thank you.

Hallelujah

There! Now I see it!

I see all of us coming
together. I, um...

I see us, uh,

puttin' all the whiskey orders

into one big shipment
for the whole winter.

I see us gettin' an ironclad
guarantee from, uh...

From some good company,
like, uh, uh...

Uh... Thank you.

Like, uh, Frank Wallingham's...

To get them drinkables
to our saloons right now
before the snows hit.

I, uh...

I see a wagon train,

a whole wagon train
loaded up with whiskey

and comin' down on us
from Julesburg.

I see 20, uh...

30...

40 wagons.

Are you Hobbs?

I am, sir.

Did you print that?

I did, sir.

And who, may I ask, are you?

Frank Wallingham.

I see. How do you do?

Won't you sit down,
Mr. Wallingham?

No. I want to know why.
Why did you do it?

I've done nothing
but print the truth.

A matter of 600 barrels of
Philadelphia-brewed whiskey
moving from here to Denver.

Yes. And then what
happens when the Indians

get wind of 40 wagons
full of firewater, huh?

They'll scalp us
from head to foot.

Indians don't read newspapers.

Who says they don't?

The Indian problem's
all settled, Mr. Wallingham.

Haven't you read the report
of the peace commissioners?

All right then,
worse than Indians!

Revenue agents!

Oh.

Haven't paid
your federal taxes, huh?

Of course I pay my taxes!
I'm an honest businessman...

And a good republican!

But you give those snoopers
one taste of honey

and they'll come swarming
down on you from
every direction but up,

and they're working on that!

You have my sympathy.

Sympathy. Ha ha.

Just because
I wouldn't advertise
in your filthy rag,

because I wouldn't
let you blackmail me into
giving you free whiskey!

- You better get out of here.
- Now, you listen to me.

I've got every cent that I own
tied up in this cargo

and by damn, I'm gonna see
it gets to Denver personally!

- You can print that, sir.
- I shall.

And I'm also sending a telegram

to Colonel Gearhart
at Fort Russell.

I am demanding an entire troop
of United States
cavalry as escort.

Print that, sir.

- I shall.
- Good.

Well, you should also
put in your paper that I say

that any tax snooper,
white road agent,
or Red Indian

that tries to
come near my wagons

had better be wearing
his cast-iron underwear.

And if you try to
blackmail me one more time,

I'll come back here,
and I'll cram this
down your lyin' throat!

Good day, sir!

- Smythe.
- Yes, sir?

What's the name of that,
uh, temperance woman?

Martindale?

Massingale, sir.
Cora Templeton Massingale.

Oh, yes. Massingale.

Do you know where she is?

On a tour of New England
last month, sir,

then from Boston to Philadelphia

and from Philadelphia
to Trenton, I think.

She may be
a female hellcat
about whiskey, sir,

but a fine figure
of a woman with eyes...

Smythe.

- Sir?
- I asked you where she is.

Oh. At, uh, Fort Russell, sir.

She got there yesterday.

Fort Russell?

Send a telegram to her.
Mark it urgent.

The editor of the
Julesburg Gazette

was quite right.

Indians did not read newspapers.

It's a matter
of speculation, therefore,

just how they did hear
of the whiskey cargo.

There were couriers, of course.

And there was
the smoke signal...

First used by the ancient
Greeks and Hebrews.

How the Indians
acquired it from them

is of no importance here,
but they did.

Nor was smoke used exclusively.

A crude mirror...

Painted stone...

Carved bark of trees
were quite popular...

And a peculiarly knotted string.

The message was always
transmitted in code,

a code which no white man
was ever able to break.

Regardless of what method
was used by the Indians,

it's a matter of record that
news of the whiskey train

became common knowledge
within 48 hours

to every tribe
of every North American
Plains Indian.

We are still quite
unaware why only one tribe

rode out to investigate
the train of firewater,

but it's to be supposed
there was some competition

among the various tribes
for the honor.

It is for us

to make reconnaissance
of wagon train position.

It is for me to make
such reconnaissance.

He is chief of Sioux.

And I am chief of Crow.

We will do it.

You will not do it.
I will do it.

You and I are blocked.

Yes, we are.

Authorities agree
that personal disputes

among the Plains tribes
were settled very quickly.

Just south of Cheyenne
stood Fort Russell,

famous throughout the West
as a bastion
of military strength

and the home of the rugged,
disciplined frontier soldier.

Stand up, stand up and sing it

beat it on the drums

stand up, stand up and sing it

down with demon rum

stand up, stand up and sing it

raise your banners high

victory is coming

victory is nigh, believers

victory is nigh

And now, ladies,
I give you once again...

Mrs. Cora Templeton
Massingale!

Yay!

Oh, thank you, thank you.

Your reception
has warmed my heart.

Ladies, you have heard it
said that...

That man is all mouth
and muscle, that he is...

Is dirty boots on one end
and a dirty mind on the other.

Well, don't you believe it.

If we are to enjoy
equal rights with man,
then we must respect him,

and if we are to respect him,
then we must save him

from himself and from the
poison of alcoholic spirits!

Do you agree?

Yes!

Then let the world know it.

Let us spread the word
of emancipation

to every corner
of this great nation.

Emancipation! Let me hear it!

Emancipation!

Freedom for women!

Freedom for women!

Shout it out, ladies!

Women can remake the world!

Women can remake the world!

Mine eyes have seen the glory

of the coming of the lord

he is trampling out the vintage

where the grapes
of wrath are stored

he hath loosed
the faithful lightning

of his terrible swift sword

his truth is marching on

glory, glory, hallelujah

glory, glory, hallelujah

glory, glory, hallelujah

his truth is marching on

Ladies,

let me hear it!

Emancipation!

Shout it out!

Freedom for women!

Once again!

Women can remake the world!

What do you make
of it, Sergeant?

I hate to say it, colonel,
but it sounds like...

Sioux or Cheyenne
war cries to me, sir.

An uprising at the fort?

Ridiculous.

Yes, sir.

I can read
his righteous sentence

by the dim and flaring lamp

his truth is marching on

Those are bugles, sir!

Glory, glory, hallelujah

glory, glory, hallelujah

glory, glory, hallelujah

his truth is marching on

Glory, glory, hallelujah

glory, glory, hallelujah

glory, glory, hallelujah

his truth is marching on...

That's cannon, sir!

Form a skirmish line
to the left!

Form a skirmish line
to the left! Ho!

In the beauty of the lilies

Christ was born across the sea

with a glory in his bosom

that transfigures you and me...

Draw carbines! Ho!

Company "B" returning.
Open the gates.

His truth is marching on

glory, glory, hallelujah

My God, she's on fire, sir!

Charge!

Glory, glory, hallelujah

glory, glory, hallelujah

his truth is marching...

You.

Good evening, colonel.

Bandmaster, front and center.

You're under arrest.

This entire band
is under arrest.

You're confined to quarters
until further notice.

Dismissed!

Now, who are the idiots
who fired those cannon?

- Sergeant Perkins!
- Private McIntosh!

- Private Johnson!
- Private Williams!

You'll report to my quarters
tomorrow morning at 9:00.

Yes, sir!

Brady.

Return carbines.
In file, prepare to dismount.

Dismount!

Madam...

Article 12, section 7,
paragraph 2,

army regulations
specifically states

government property cannot be
used for political demonstrations.

Sir, we have never designated
our movement to be political.

Article 9, section 2,
paragraph 4

of army regulations clearly
states that civilian meetings

may be held
at military installations

when permission has been granted
by the commanding officer.

The commanding officer?

I see.

You'll forgive me, madam.
We've been on patrol for 6 days.

I'm somewhat weary.

You say Captain Slater gave
you permission in my absence?

He did.

- Brady, I want this mess
cleaned up immediately.
- yes, sir.

Ladies, I see
you have transport.

You'll be escorted back to town.

The party will leave
in 5 minutes exactly.

Do I assume, madam, you have
quarters here this evening?

I have.

Then you may retire to
those quarters, madam,

and remake the world
on some other occasion.

Good evening.

- Buell.
- Sir!

Buell, get me Captain Slater.

Yes, sir.

Excuse me, sir, did the colonel
wish to see me?

Where the hell
did you come from?

I couldn't help
but overhear, sir.

And I want the colonel
to know that...

What happened tonight,
the way it happened,

happened so quickly
that I hardly had time
to marshal my forces.

Did you or did you not
give that woman

permission for her
temperance rally?

Yes and no.

Uh, that is, I had no idea
it would get out of hand,
so to speak, sir.

What the hell did you expect?

Give a woman an acorn,
next thing you know,

you're up to your rump
in oak trees.

That's very true, sir.

And I am sorry.

If only they hadn't
started moving, uh...

That is to say, marching.

Led by the Fort Russell band.

Oh, I'd say that
Mrs. Massingale led them
and the band came next.

You see, they were
playing the, uh...

Battle Hymn of the Republic,

and every time they got to...

Hallelujah

boom!

Well, I'm sorry, sir,
about the men
who fired the cannons.

Spare me the details.

Slater, don't you realize
what would happen

if word got out
that Fort Russell

stood squarely behind
a temperance movement?

That I, a line officer,
could ever support
such a movement?

Well, you've got
a point there, sir.

And you let them go right ahead.

Well, I, uh...

Actually, I was trying
to keep the colonel's
daughter out of it,

for your sake.

My daughter?
What's my daughter
got to do with this?

Well, your daughter...

Please...

- I beg you not to hold
Paul responsible, father.
- Louise.

It was my fault.
I was the one who...

She was not...
And I refuse to allow her

to accept responsibility
for this. I was the one...

- You were not.
- Yes, I was.

Paul, I deny it.

In my own quarters.

We are sorry, father,
truly we are,

But...

- But what?
- But...

But may I point out,
sir, that...

You have the only private
quarters at the fort,

and we didn't expect you
back so soon...

And whereas it's true
that Miss Gearhart

does have her own quarters, sir,

I thought that my presence there

might put the colonel's
daughter in a compromising
position, so to speak,

and since my own quarters
are shared, sir,
but your quarters...

- Slater.
- Yes, sir?

- Answer me.
- I'm trying to, sir.

He isn't either, not truthfully.

He wasn't keeping me
out of the temperance
meeting here.

I was keeping him.

I thought he might try
to stop the marching,

so this seemed to me a lovely...

I mean, a way...

To divert him.

Louise!

You don't really mind,
do you, darling?

I mean...

You certainly couldn't
have enjoyed yourself
any the less, could you?

Louise!

Uh...

Well, I'd do anything
for Cora Massingale
and her cause,

and if you hurt her, father,
I'll never forgive you!

- Slater.
- Yes, sir?

The women, the rally,
the cannon...

I'll chalk it all up
to your inexperience.

Thank you, sir.

But you cannot...

You simply cannot
use my quarters for...

- For this sort of thing.
- I'm... I'm sorry, sir.

Why don't you just get on
with it? Marry the girl.

Stop all this...
This lying around.

Well, the colonel
knows my feelings
about that, sir.

The West is no life for a woman.

The West is no life for anyone.

Wind, dust, Indians.

I hate the wind,
I hate the dust,

and I hate the Indians!

Yes, I know.

And until my transfer
comes through to
an eastern post, I'll...

I'll drink to that.

To you and Louise
and a transfer.

Here you are.

I can't, sir.

Well, why not?

Well, I haven't said
good night to Louise as yet.

The, uh, liquor on my breath.

She knows you drink.
She knows I drink.

I know that, sir, but...

If you could have seen her
at that meeting tonight

as she heard Mrs. Massingale,

her eyes all lit up...

Frightened the hell
out of me, sir.

All right, all right.
Go to her. Do...

- Do whatever it is you do.
- Thank you, sir.

But not on my bear rug.
Not anymore.

No. No, sir.

Slater.

Here.

Escort for a wagon train.

Fella named Wallingham.
Taxpayer, good republican.

I want you to figure out
how to intercept the train...

And escort them to Denver.

Denver?

But that'll take over a week.
I promised Louise...

I know, I know.
She'll cry, of course.

Just tell her
duty is a cruel master.

Yes, sir.

Duty is a cruel... Master.

Yes, sir. Thank you.
Good night, sir.

Colonel Gearhart?

Colonel?

Colonel?

I, uh...

I don't wish to intrude
on your privacy, colonel,
but this is vitally important.

I'm taking a bath.

Well, the sight of
a gentleman taking his bath

is not foreign to a woman
who's been widowed twice.

Well...

Uh, would you care
to have a seat?

No, thank you.
What I have to say
is best said standing.

You'll forgive me
if I don't get up.

It's not necessary.

Mrs. Massingale,

I've already told Captain Slater

I won't hold him responsible
due to his inexperience.

And in your case,
I've written off the
entire incident so now...

But that's not why I'm here.

I have just received
a telegram from Julesburg
that distresses me deeply.

It says that
a train of 40 wagons

left there yesterday
bound for Denver

and that you are going to
furnish military escort
for that train.

Is that information correct?

I received a request
to that effect, yes.

Were you aware, colonel,

that the cargo of
those 40 wagons...

Is alcohol?

No, ma'am.

Well, now you know.

Tell me, colonel,
are you going
to furnish escort?

Yes, ma'am.

Oh, I respectfully request
that you reconsider, colonel.

I... In the name
of suffering humanity,

I implore you to halt
that wagon train

and destroy this...
This poison
that they're carrying.

Whad you asted...

What you ask is impossible.

The cargo is legal,

and I have no grounds nor wish
to destroy civilian property.

And now, madam,
will you leave me to my bath?

Is it legal to sell
whiskey to Indians?

Who said ennydig...

Who said anything about Indians?

The cargo's headed for Denver

and consigned
to businessmen there.

How do you know?

I have the owner's word for it.

A Mr. Frank Wallingham,

who happens to be
an acquaintance,

a taxpayer,
and a good republican.

Well, in that case...

You force me to take action.

Our movement has many friends
in many high places.

Men such as...

Horace Greeley.

Is that a threat?

You can consider it such
if you like.

My conscience
forces me to make it.

And mine demands
that I do my duty.

So be it.

May I impose upon your kindness

for directions to
the post telegraph office?

Mrs. Massingale, I'll
do better than that.

I shall be happy to
furnish you transportation

to the Cheyenne
telegraph office,

where your messages
are sure to get out
twice as quickly.

Thank you.

And call on me again
if there's anything
further I can do.

You're a very
generous man, colonel.

Right turn...

Ho!

3 telegrams, sir.
Just arrived.

Read them.

"The governor of Colorado

"is against liquor
and its vicissitudes,

"but his position
makes it impossible

"to take a position
in the matter of whiskey
cargo to Denver."

Ah.

"The adjutant general's
office is ever grateful
to women's temperance

"for the splendid morale
factor they have upon
the American soldier.

"However..."

"The disposition
of whiskey matters

"must be left to
commanders in the field."

- "Respectfully..."
- Ah.

"Mr. Horace Greeley...

"Has ever championed
the noble cause of
temperance and suffrage,

"but is unable to interfere
with constituted
authority of the West."

Ah.

- Buell.
- Sir.

Give these to Mrs. Massingale
with my compliments

and arrange
transportation for her.

Her movement...

Is moving.

Yes, sir.

On the morning of November 16,

the Wallingham wagon train
was moving along

north of the South Platte River.

At the head was its owner,
Frank Wallingham,

and its wagon master, Rafe Pike.

To the rear was a group
of Irish Teamsters

under the leadership of one...

Kevin O'Flaherty.

The Slater patrol
was turning south

towards the course of
the Wallingham train,

and a band of Sioux warriors
was on the move,

led by the great
Chief Five Barrels

and his subchief,
Walks-Stooped-Over,

who was also known
in certain Indian circles

as Sky Eyes,

due to the blue color
of his eyes,

the heritage, apparently,
of some slight, uh...

Um...

Oh, irregularity
in his ancestry.

- Please father, be reasonable!
- No.

Mrs. Massingale
wishes to have
a farewell meeting,

she's welcome to
use the mess hall,

but under no circumstances
will I attend.

But we're not asking you
to take the pledge, colonel,

although a bit of temperance
might make you happier.

No red-blooded drinking man
is more temperate than I am.

And I'm happy. I'm damn happy!

If you would only try
to understand
Mrs. Massingale,

a woman who's lost 2
husbands to alcohol.

They literally
drank themselves
into an early grave.

I can only wonder why.

Do you absolutely
refuse, father,
to attend this meeting?

I not only refuse,

but I'm beginning to regret
giving you the hall.

Then the very least you can do
is release the post band.

No.

But we can't sing any
hymns without the band.

- Good.
- Then there's no point
in having the meeting.

- Splendid.
- Please, father...

It means so much to us.

And Mrs. Massingale
is leaving.

We may never see her again.

Can I depend on that?

Oh, I never go back on my word.

I shall say good-bye
at the meeting.

Well...

Maybe the trombone.

Oh! Thank you, father,
you're a dear!

And the drums?

No. No drums.

Good afternoon.

Stand up, stand up and sing it

raise our banners high

victory is coming

victory is nigh

believers

victory is nigh

stand up, stand up and sing it

What's going on over there?

Singing, sir.

You have guards at every exit?

Those were your orders, sir.

All right, you better
double the guards.

Check the exits yourself.

If they ever break out of that
hall in marching formation...

That's just what happened
to Captain Slater.

Yes, sir.

Ladies...

Our enemy has 2 heads.

First, the enslavement
of women by men.

Yeah! Yes!

And second,

the enslavement
of men themselves

by the remorseless
tyrant, alcohol.

Are we willing
to fight these enemies?

Yes! Yes! Yes!

Then we must reach out
for freedom

and tear this tyrant
from the lips of man!

And now, ladies...

I have an announcement to make

to each and every one of you
who has touched my heart.

The time has come for me
to say good-bye

to all you wonderful women.

Thank God.

Something has occurred

which requires
my presence elsewhere.

I am going to
the city of Denver.

Denver?

I know, I know.
You ask me, "Why Denver?"

I'll tell you WHY:

Because 40 wagons of whiskey

are going to Denver
right at this moment.

40 wagons of poison...

For those poor,
misguided citizens,

and no one in high office
seems to care!

Well, I do,

and I shall shout it
over and over

until the very mountains
of Colorado

come tumbling down
to the Denver saloons.

Yeah! Yes! Yeah!

Will your hearts go with me?

Yes! Yes! Yeah!

Is our cause just and righteous?

Yes!

I've doubled the guards
at every door, sir.

I want you personally
to guard the main entrance.

Wait a minute...

Do I have your blessings?

Yeah!

No!

No, I cannot let you go
to that sinful city alone.

If you'll have me,
Mrs. Massingale...

I'll go with you!

Get over there!
Drag my daughter
off that platform!

Oh, how wonderful, ladies!

Oh, ladies,
we'll all go to Denver!

Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!

We'll make it our marching song.

Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!

Stand up

we'll march to Denver

no more wine or beer

stand up, we'll march to Denver

we will have no fear

stand up, we'll march to Denver

raise our banners high

Denver, we are coming

Denver will be dry

believers

Denver will be dry

stand up and march to Denver

down with demon rum

stand up, we'll march to Denver

Denver, here we come

stand up, we'll march to Denver

raise our banners high...

Well, Buell?

Denver, we are coming...

Just, uh...

Trying to get my wind back, sir.

Believers...

Knocked me flat, sir.

Denver will be dry

Did you hear what
that woman said, sir?

I did.

But, sir...

"But, sir" what?

How can we let them
go through with it, sir?

March to Denver through
country like this,

without escort,
without protection?

What if they come upon
a bunch of bloodthirsty
Indians, sir? I, uh...

I suggest we pray
for the Indians.

To Denver...

Uh, can the...

The army refuse escort, sir?

From now on,
the army will do
what I tell it to do.

Denver will be dry

stand up

we'll march to Denver

down with demon rum

What, uh...

What do you intend to do, sir?

Denver, Denver will be dry

stand up, we'll march to Denver

raise our banners high

Denver, we are coming, Denver...

Believers...

Morning, Miss Gearhart.

Good morning, Sergeant Buell.

Go away.

Louise, will you please go away?

This should make you
feel better, father.

Nice, hot milk.

Ohh...

What's going on out there?

Will you stop
that infernal uproar?

You will not, under
any circumstances,

go off with that...
That woman.

Yes, father.

To Denver or any place else.

I want that clearly
understood, Louise.

Yes, father.

Oh...

Now will you please
leave me alone?

Oh...

Is he better?

I'm afraid not.

Louise, I want you to go and
get me some more blankets.

Lots of them.

I want him to perspire.

We will sweat the poison
out of his system.

Blankets...
All right, Mrs. Massingale.

- Mrs. Massingale!
- Lie back.

- Madam, this is...
- Uh, back.

Now, just...

Quiet, please.
Don't exert yourself.

Madam, we have a surgeon.

Mmm-hmm. Just relax.
Let the blood flow.

Now, tell me, colonel,

the pain center lie about here?

Look, Mrs...

Well, it's a little higher.

A little higher?
Yes, of course.

About this march,
Mrs. Massingale...

Just unwind.

This march to Denver...

Impossible.

Right here,
at this junction, colonel,

a series of cords,
and beneath them,

intertwined nerves
like fine silk threads.

Matters of...
Of transportation...

Rattlesnakes...

All connected up to here
where the pain center lies.

Examine my position.

Consider, if you will...

Oh, that feels good.

That's the key point.

First we rub gently downwards...

And then upwards...

- Oh...
- And then downwards again.

Now you're beginning to relax.

I can feel it in my fingers.

I wish I could help you, but...

Army regulations...

Article 12...

Section 26...

Paragraph...

Oh...

That's right.

Oh...

Relax.

Oh...

Relax...

Company, attention!

Company, ten-hut!

Good morning, Colonel Gearhart.

Good morning, father.

- Good morning, ladies.
- Present arms!

Who are those men at the gate?

Just a few husbands, sir.
Not all the ladies are single.

What do they want here?

Well, the ladies are taking
their wagons away.

They're kind of
worked up about it.

They, uh...
Want the colonel
to do something about it, sir.

- Sir.
- Well?

Does the colonel intend...

I mean to say, sir,
will the escort party...

Sir, do you really intend
to go through with this thing?

Buell, you've got
a great deal to learn
about military science.

Sir?

A simple matter here of
objective and stratagem.

OBJECTIVE: Get rid
of these damn women.

Stratagem?

- Take them to Denver, sir?
- Mount up, Buell. Mount up.

Yes, sir!

- Move them out, Brady.
- Yes, sir!

Two's left...

Right turn...

Ho...

Right turn... Ho...

Present arms!

Right turn... Ho...

Left turn... Ho...

To the right... Ho...

To the left about...

Left... About... Ho!

Detail... Ho.

Stand up

we'll march to Denver

no more wine or beer

stand up

we'll march to Denver

no more whiskey here

stand up

we'll march to Denver...

- Buell!
- Sir?

If one bugler, just one bugler

joins in with that singing,
I'll have him shot.

Yes, sir.

Believers

Denver will be dry

stand up

we'll march to Denver

down with demon rum

stand up, we'll march...

It might be prudent
right at this moment

to get our bearings
upon this historic arena.

Julesburg is here.

To the southwest,
along the South Platte River,
is the city of Denver.

North of it,
we find Fort Russell.

The Wallingham
wagon train had moved
to this point on the river.

The first cavalry patrol
under Captain Slater,

here.

The second cavalry
patrol under
Colonel Gearhart, here...

With, of course,
the temperance marchers.

And the band of Sioux Indians,

here.

In the city of Denver,
another miners' meeting
was being held.

Hold it! Quiet down!

This meeting's called to order.

Now, someone just tell me,

who called this meeting,
what for,

and what's
all the hollering about?

I did. Clayton,

we got to face the facts.

There's been no word from
that wagon train in 2 weeks.

That's right.

There's snow on the ground
already at Grizzly Pass.

Good afternoon, gents.

Oracle, the thing is, we, uh...

- We got trouble.
- You know?

That wagon train may
not ever get here.

Well, why not?

Why, thank you.

It was all set on coming to me.

I, um...
I was looking up

and, um... Uh...

Thank you.

Hallelujah

- There! Now I see it.
- What?

Uh... Indians.

I see...
Hundreds of Indians.

You see anything else, Oracle?

I think I...

Hallelujah

I see men!

- I see men on the march.
- Cavalry?

Of course not.
This ain't no time
for children.

I see men, men carrying, uh...

Picks and, uh...

Axes and, uh...

Uh...

Um...

Shovels.

But who are they?

Denver citizens' militia.

Marching out there to
intercept that wagon train

and see that whiskey gets home.

Hold on, Oracle.

We're working men.
We're miners.

We ain't Indian fighters,
and I ain't going to go off

marching up any river,
sleeping on a rock,

and cooking off campfires.

You going to spend
the whole winter

in Denver without no whiskey?

At dawn, the morning
of November 17,

the second cavalry patrol
was heading due south
for Denver...

With, of course,
the temperance marchers.

The Wallingham wagon train
was turning west.

The first cavalry patrol
was moving fast
to intercept them,

the Denver citizens' militia
was making

an easterly crossing
of the South Platte River,

while the Sioux Indians
were coming down
from the north,

picking up more braves
all the time.

Whoa! Whoa!

Beloved love of all the saints,

Saint Pat and Mike and Brigid

and all the souls in purgatory,

not again!

You call yourself a wagon,

you rotted wheel
collection of wood,

you ain't fit for carrying
swill to vultures!

Whoa!

All right, O'Flaherty,

what's your excuse this time,
you ignorant immigrant lump?

Oh, lump, is it?

Oh, well...

All things being equal,

we'll be having a word
with your lordship.

I told you I am not a lordship.

You can't expect an Irish serf
to forget the habits
of a lifetime, now, can you?

Just get on with it.

Well now, we,
the Irish Teamsters,

have a petition of grievances.

We state in plain
and simple terms

the bad conditions
under which we've been
forced to labor.

And do hereby raise
formal objection
to the following...

"To wit.

"Travel hours and harnessin'.

"Unharnessin',
carin' for horses,

"loadin', unloadin',
beddin', guard duty,

"poor drinkin' water,

"order of wagons in march..."

And might I add, in addition to,

no whiskey ration whatsoever...

In a whole cargo of whiskey.

Ah...

Well, now, suppose
these grievances of yours
aren't answered?

What will you do? Strike?

Oh, that's a very ugly word
to a working man, sir,

but it would be considered.

Ah! Well, in that case,
O'Flaherty, you strike.

Strike.

And who might I ask,
pray tell me,

are you going to get to drive
your sweatin', rotten wagons?

There are your grievances.

We've struck off
12 more copies, exploiter!
Capitalist!

- Yah! Yah!
- Highbinder! Profiteer!

- Mr. Wallingham, I presume?
- That's right.

Captain Slater at your service.

Colonel Gearhart
sends his compliments

and asks me to tell you
that he's most happy

to comply with your request
for escort to Denver.

Ah, good for Colonel Gearhart.

Now, tell me,
have you seen any Indians?

A scout informed me...

Mr. Wallingham,
there aren't any Indians
within 100 miles of here.

Haven't you heard
of the peace commission?

With a cargo like this,
you've got to be sure.

Damn sure!

Indians, revenue agents,
temperance women.

- Oh, you know.
- Know what?

- About Cora Massingale.
- Where? Where?

It's all right.
She's not here.

Cora Massingale
is at Fort Russell
giving temperance lectures.

Are you positive
she's at Fort Russell?

I can positively guarantee it.

Why, she isn't any
nearer your cargo than...

Than the Indians are.

Hope it's hot.

Wait till we get you in here.

Whoa! Whoa!

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Sergeant, I, uh...

We've got a morale problem, sir.

Take care of it, Buell.

I think the colonel
will have to root it out, sir.

Right at the core.

The ladies, sir,
are taking baths...

In the nude.

Mrs. Massingale,
I'd like a word with you.

Would you mind calling
some other time, colonel?

I'm taking a bath.

I am well aware that
you're taking a bath.

I don't care how dirty you are,

I will not have you ladies
bathing in the nude.

There's no other way
I know of, colonel.

The opportunity
presented itself,

and who knows
what tomorrow might bring?

Especially now that
we've changed our plans.

Changed your plans?

Yes, colonel.

You mean you...
You want to go back
to Cheyenne now?

Oh, don't be ridiculous.
Of course not.

We want only to meet
the wagon train.

But you are meeting the train.

That's why we're going
to Denver.

But, we want to meet it long
before it reaches Denver.

Well, that's not possible.

On the contrary, we now intend

to intercept the
Wallingham wagon train

along the river Platte.

You what?

In a clash of wills, colonel,

he who shouts loudest is lost.

Madam...

If I understand you correctly,

you are planning
to lead your ladies

through unsettled Plains country

along the South Platte
River trail, is that correct?

Exactly.

And upon meeting
the wagon train,

I surmise you plan to put on
some sort of demonstration,

whose purpose is
to turn back the train.

Precisely.

Very well.
But if you thinkthe United States army

is going to escort a bunch
of harebrained females

across open desert,

bent on throwing themselves
under horse teams,

you're gravely mistaken.

Very well.

I thank you for
your many courtesies
thus far,

but if you force us to
go our way unescorted,

and any harm comes to us,

3 million infuriated women

will turn the war
department upside down.

Mrs. Massingale, if I could
force you to do anything,

which obviously I cannot,

it would be to go home
and stay home

where all decent women belong.

- Sergeant.
- Sir.

- Damn it!
- Yes, sir.

Sergeant, I want you
to put some scouts

on the trail of
those women tomorrow.

Have them keep in constant
touch with this command.

We'll move in a somewhat
parallel direction.

Yes, sir.

Excuse me, sir, uh,

parallel direction?

Is that a new tactic, sir?
I'm not acquainted with it.

It was well known
throughout the war.

Yes, sir, of course.

What's it called, sir?

Called?

I mean, uh, what command
shall I give the men,

uh, move in a somewhat
parallel direction?

It's called...
Detached contact.

Detached contact!

And let it so be recorded

in the daily journal.

Yes, sir.

No documents can establish

just how the Sioux
formulated their plans,

although it's known that
a plan was so formulated.

All we can do is surmise
what was said.

White man win war.

Now we use white man's way.

You, Chief Walks-Stooped-Over,

with 20 braves,
attack front of wagon train
and draw off guard.

You, Chief Elks-Runner,

with 20 braves,
attack rear of wagon train

and draw off guard.

All other braves attack
center of wagon train.

When long knives chase braves,

then, great Chief Five
Barrels and two brothers-in-law

circle around whole wagon train,

come in from southeast,
grab last 3 wagons,

and go like hell, west.

In the morning, when the sun
rises over Iron Mountain,

two hands high... attack!

If long knives capture braves,

show them paper.
We good Indians.

No trouble.

Go back to reservation.

But before you go,
don't forget
to ask for presents.

In preparation for their attack,

the Indians took up
three positions.

Here, here and here.

The Wallingham wagon train
was moving in this direction,

escorted by the first
cavalry patrol.

The temperance marchers,
having turned east,

were moving in this direction.

The second cavalry patrol
under colonel Gearhart,

was maintaining
detached contact.

The citizens' militia
were now heading due north,
at this position.

Obviously, a collision
course for all concerned.

The day began
with a sandstorm
of disturbing proportions.

Hey, Rafe. Rafe!

Rafe! Rafe!

- What?
- Get them moved up
back there.

Huh?

Let's get them wagons moved up!

- Huh?
- Keep your eye
on them Irishmen.

What?

Watch out for them agitators.

- What?
- Oh, shut up!

Arise! Break away now.

I think we're lost in the storm.

They'll have to give in
to our demands.

Keep together, everybody,
and keep moving.

Don't despair,
we'll get through.

- Buell?
- Sir.

Take a scout. Make
contact with the women.

They may need help.

Sir, yes!

Oracle, can you see anything?

Nothing!

I mean in your mind.

I need whiskey.

Stand up, we'll march to Denver

for our cause is just

stand up, we'll march to Denver

to conquer sin and lust

stand up, we'll march to Denver

raise our banners high

Denver, we are coming

Denver will be dry, believers

Denver will be dry

stand up, we'll march to Denver

for our cause is just

stand up, we'll march to Denver

Stand up, we'll march to Denver

raise our banners high

Denver, we are coming

Denver will be dry, believers

Denver will be dry

stand up, we'll march to Denver

raise our banners high

Rafe! Rafe! Rafe!

Denver we are coming

Denver will be dry, believers

Denver will be dry

Pretend we're lost!

We are lost!

Oracle, you sure you know
where you're going?

I mean, you ain't lost?

Of course, I ain't lost.

Now, you just get behind
me and keep goin'.

Follow me, men!

Now, listen to me, you men.

We're gonna shelter
from this dust and...

I...

Oh, go on!

March to Denver

no more whiskey here

Hey.

Hey, hey, wait. Just...

Ladies, form a circle.

Rafe, Rafe, Rafe.
Hey! Oh, Rafe!

Rafe!

- Is that gunfire?
- Huh?

I said, did you hear gunfire?

What?

Form a circle, damn it!

- Form a circle!
- A circle!

Form a circle!

Form a circle!

Militia, form a circle!

Whoa! Whoa!

Take cover, ladies.

Keep firing!

Henry, take a squad!

Get over that ridge!

Yes, sir!

Ho!

Protect your rear!

Fire!

Protect your other rear!

Fire!

Protect your rear!

Try this!

- Protect both rears
simultaneously.
- Ah.

- It's Indians, sir!
- What?

Indians, sir!

And they've got the women!

Good God!

Charge!

A great effort
has been made to adhere

to the chronological
events of this action.

But due to the poor visibility,

we are only able
to approximate positions.

As the battle neared its climax,

we believe
the wagon train was here.

The two elements of
the first cavalry detachment

here and here.

The second cavalry
detachment, here.

The women's temperance
marchers here.

The Denver citizens' militia,
uh, approximately here.

The Indians here, here, and...

Ahhh!

Here.

It is not known what happened
to the striking Irish.

To the best
of our knowledge then,

these are the final positions
in the engagement

that became known to history

as the Battle of Whiskey Hills.

But, which of course,
was as nothing

compared to
the subsequent disaster
at Quicksand Bottoms.

Hallelujah, hallelu, hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelu, hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelu, hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelu, hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelu,
Hallelujah Trail

Hallelujah, hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelu,

Hallelujah Trail

It's a miracle.

I beg your pardon, sir?

A miracle of the highest order

that so many bullets could
have missed so many people

in so small an area in such
a short space of time.

No fatalities at all?

None reported, sir.

Now, what does the colonel
propose that we do now?

Our duty is crystal clear.

The first thing we must do
is keep the peace.

Do you agree, Buell?

Absolutely, sir.

Now, there are three
important steps to
peace negotiations.

No fraternization and no
discharge of firearms.

Yes, sir.

And the third step, sir?

The third step?
Uh, it's not important.

What is important is we must
have a conference.

You can't have peace
without a conference, Slater.

- Buell.
- Sir?

Inform all interested parties
a conference will be held here

- in one hour from now.
- Yes, sir.

Now, beyond that, my contract,
I got it right here,
my contract says

that I am going to deliver,

and, by God,
I am gonna deliver,
come hell or high water.

So, now, first thing
you gotta do

is get them damn
foreigners outta here.

Mr. Wallingham...

Now I am a taxpayer, sir,
and a good republican,

which means I am entitled
to army escort

and I'm damn well gonna get
army escort or I'm gonna raise
all kinds of hell between...

- Mr. Wallingham.
- What?

I will not tolerate profanity
in the presence of ladies.

Oh.

I think we understand
your position by now.

Now the next party to be heard
from will be, uh...

Who are you?

My name is Clayton Howell,
sir, commander of
the Denver Free Militia.

And what do you want?

I'd like to inform the colonel

that a lot of us here are
members of the Denver
Saloon Owners' Association,

and we intend to receive
that there cargo and take
it home with us.

Now the winter nights are long
and lonely in Denver, sir,

and a man is sorely
in need of comfort.

Starting next month,

that there sun is gonna be
setting at 5:33 p.m.,

and she's gonna rise
11 dark hours later...

All right, all right.
I think we can leave
the sun out of this.

- What are you doing
here, Oracle?
- Uh, sir, colonel.

I'm the guide to
the Denver Free Militia.

It is my duty to see that
this precious cargo
and these good people...

Thank you.
Thank you, Oracle.

I'm well aware
of the duties of a guide.

You're next.

Kevin O'Flaherty
at your service, sir.

President of
the Irish Teamsters.

With your lordship's permission,

I have here a resolution
containing 14 points,

which I'd like to read
as preliminary to these
labor negotiations.

Labor negotiations?

If our demands are not
satisfied, your lordship,

we intend to strike,
as nasty as that may seem.

- By damn, you just try...
- Wallingham!

Oh.

I am not gonna abandon ten
of my wagons to them Indians.

Who said you had to?

You've got the Denver Free
Militia to drive your wagons.

What?

Excuse me, sir.

The militia couldn't
drive the wagons, sir,

unless we took a soldier
to guard each one of them.

They're the worst
bar flies in Denver.

Yeah, for that matter,
who's gonna guard
the soldiers?

Yes, I see what you mean.

Our supply of temperance
men is extremely limited.

Yes, sir. It sure is.

Well, then.

Well, since you have
nothing further to say,
Mr. O'Flaherty...

- Colonel...
- Sit down.

I, now call on
Mrs. Massingale.

Thank you very much, colonel.

The temperance movement
has now spread across

the length and breadth
of this great nation.

Our noble movement
founded in the year...

Mrs. Massingale, we are
not here for a history
of the movement.

Have you anything
further to say?

I have.

Dump it, I say.
Dump this entire vile cargo
into the river right now.

- By damn, madam...
- Mr. Wallingham.

Did you get that, captain?

Not a word.

But I have an interpreter
standing by. Sims!

Yes, sir.

Sims, find out what
they're doing here?

Why they left the reservation?

Yes, sir.

Hunt buffalo.
Minding own business.

Then white Long Knives
come along
and attack peaceful Indian.

Paper say peaceful Indian.

We go home, but first
you give us presents.

What'd he say?

He said,

"Hunt buffalo in peace,

"minding their own business,
when white
Long Knives attack."

- What?
- Yes, sir.

But they're willin'
to go home now, sir.

Oh, that's fine.
Tell him he's made
a wise decision.

Yes, sir.

Where are presents for us?

You give me 20 wagons whiskey

or I don't take my braves home.

Period.

Yes? What'd he say?

He said he would like to
give you a present, sir.

- That's fine.
- But he hasn't got one, sir.

Oh, I understand.

Thank him, but tell him
no present is necessary.

- Yes.
- Wait. I'll tell him.

All right, then.

Tomorrow morning,
this whole, uh... This, uh...

We're leaving for Denver.

You will take your orders
from Sergeant Major Buell

as to starting time,

disposition of marching order,
camp sites, et cetera.

Any decisions to be made
will be made by me.

Sergeant.

Conference stands adjourned!

Buell.

Yes, sir?

What are those
Indians doing here?

I don't know, sir.

How long have they
been following us?

Matter of fact, sir, I was
gonna bring that matter to
the colonel's attention, sir.

They've been trailing
us all day, sir.

Shall I take a squad
and run 'em off, sir?

Buell, don't you know
the Indian wars are over.

These Sioux are wards
of the government and we
represent the government.

How the hell do you think
that would look in Washington?

The colonel has a point, sir.

Get the interpreter.
Find out why
they're still here.

- Yes, sir. Sir?
- And, Buell.

We'll camp early tonight.

Field quarters assembly?

Have the sentries
out before dark.

Yes, sir.

- Carter.
- Sir?

Check the rest of the sentries
and find Sergeant Buell.

Yes, sir.

- Philips.
- Sir?

What's going on here?

Compliments of
Mrs. Massingale, sir.

She has use of another tub, sir,

and she thought the colonel
looked dirty, sir.

Kind of scroungy and mucky, sir.

And she thought...

She sort of...

Yes, sir.

Colonel Gearhart, sir.

Yes?

All sentries on
their posts, sir.

The Denver Militia has
retired for the evening.

Where's Sergeant Buell?

Well, he's still at
the Indian camp, sir,
with the interpreter.

- That's all, Carter.
- Yes, sir.

Sir?

Come in, Buell.

The report from
the interpreter, sir...

He, uh...

Well?

There might be
a little confusion, sir.

- Confusion?
- Confusion. Yes, sir.

The interpreter was
only sure they said,
"Hunt buffalo in peace,

"minding own business,
when white
Long Knives attack.

"Willing to go home.
Would like to give
you present."

Sergeant, get me Oracle Jones.

Yes, sir.

Friend.

Go ahead and tell him.

Don't beat around the bush.
Find out why the hell
they're still here.

The chief says he's waitin'
for the presents.

Presents? Wait a...

Oh.

Well, tell him we don't want
any presents, and thank him.

Not for you, colonel. For him.

Just a minute.

He said, "Hunt buffalo in peace,

"minding own business..."

- Sims!
- Yes, sir.

You're under arrest.

Yes, sir.

Suppose I refuse to give
them any presents?

They won't go home.

Well, find out what they want.

The chief says he wants
20 wagons of...

Crazy water.

Twenty wagons of whiskey?

That chief,
he's a real boozer, colonel.

Well, you tell him no.

No one's gonna blackmail
the United States Army!
No, sir!

Tell him to pack up his
braves and get back
where they come from.

I'll tell him.

White chief. Indian chief.

Meet.

As friends. Leave as friends.

No crazy water, no whiskey.

Go home in peace.

But go home! Sergeant.

Yes, sir.

Hallelujah!

There! Now I see it!

Frank! Hold up there, Frank!

Whoa! Whoa!

Frank, come sundown
you head your wagons

in towards Quicksand Bottoms.

What for?

We'll be campin' there tonight.

No, we ain't. Not this train.

Oh, sure, Frank.
Well, you just suit yourself.

That's a waste of time
and horsepower.

I'll just light out for
Denver on my lonesome.

Wait a minute, Oracle.
You seen somethin'?

Well, now, I don't mind
tellin' you things is just
beginnin' to come through.

What, what?

I can't say.

Got somethin' to do with
Quicksand Bottoms, has it?

Yep.

Rafe! Rafe!

When we get to Quicksand
Bottoms, you head in. We're
gonna camp there tonight.

Huh?

I said, "When we get to
Quicksand Bottoms, head in.

"We're gonna camp
there tonight."

Okay, Frank.

Militia, halt!

Get that circle formed in
there and keep it tight.

Stay away from the edge
of that swamp. Look out there!

Come on, move it up there.
Close it up tight!

Stay away from the edge
of that swamp. Look out there!

All right! All right!
Come on, the rest of ya!

Watch out!

Frank! Frank!
You'd better come quick!

The Irish have gone on strike
and they've taken
10 of the wagons.

Ha!

Clayton! Go and rescue
that precious booze.

Form up your men.

Militia! Form up in a column
of fours! Hup!

Well, sir,
it's finally happened.

The Teamsters have finally
gone on strike. They've taken
10 wagons and formed a circle.

Where's Wallingham?

He's gettin' the militia
together, sir.

He's also threatened to use
force so, I've taken a platoon

and put them between
the militia and the ladies.

The ladies? What have they
got to do with this?

Well, they're supporting
the strike, sir.

- What?
- It's quite possible that
violence is imminent.

Come down from there,
you alien radical!

- Capitalist!
- Anarchist!

Hold your positions, ladies.

Now, you finally got here,
did ya?

All right, I want
you to get this damn
mess straightened out.

You!

Just what are you and
yourladies up to this time?

Merely exercising our right
to peaceful assembly,

as guaranteed
by the Constitution,

a document which you,
an army officer,
are sworn to uphold.

O'Flaherty.

We're just honest workmen,
your lordship,

exercising our God-given right

to refuse to work.

Hah! You're a pack
of cowards,

hidin' behind the skirts
of these women here.

Besides that, you're a thief.

You're a pack
of Irish thieves.
They stole 10 of my wagons.

I demand you do
somethin' about it.

Now, calm yourself,
Mr. Wallingham.

I can see your wagons.

They don't look stolen to me.

Well, they're as good
as stolen, by damn!

I must remind you again, sir,
there are ladies present.

Damn right they're present
and I want 'em removed.

I'm sorry, Mr. Wallingham,

but this is obviously
a labor dispute.

And much as I hate to admit it,

Mrs. Massingale
and Mr. O'Flaherty
are within their rights.

Rights? What about
my rights as a taxpayer
and a good republican?

I'll protect your wagons
and cargo,

but under army regulations
I cannot...

All right, men.
We've had enough listenin'
this soldier lawyer talk.

Get in there and club
down them Irishmen.

Club 'em down
and tote them women out.

Slater, take charge.

You'll meet force with force

to whatever extent is necessary.

Companies A and B,
move up! Ho!

Draw carbines! Ho!

Ah!

Come on, get in there!
What are you waitin' for?

Uh, be reasonable, Frank.

We can't fight
the United States Army.

It wouldn't look good.

Ha!

All right, Gearhart.

I'm holding you responsible
for every one of my wagons.

I accept the responsibility.

- Buell!
- Sir!

We'll camp here tonight.
Pick a site.

Yes, sir.
Field order 138, sir?

Yes, sir.

My congratulations,
Mrs. Massingale.

A brilliant maneuver,
flawlessly executed.

Thank you, colonel.
I'm very flattered.

Maintain order, Slater.

Ladies.

Mrs. Massingale, ma'am...

Would you mind telling me
just what you expect
to gain by all this?

- Time, for one thing.
- Ha.

But you can't keep my wagons
immobilized forever.

We'll see.

Would you mind telling me
what your next move might be?

Well, apart from our
non-violent picket line,
we have no plans.

- Except to have our meeting
at the Indian camp tonight.
- Yeah.

- A what?
- A rally.

A rally, Frank.

Hold your positions, ladies.
Come along, Louise.

A rally at the Indian camp.

Oh.

We will save, we will save,

we will save
another soul, hallelujah

We will save, we will save,
we will save another soul

And if the road is rocky
and a man should start to slip

Man should start to slip,
man should start to slip

And if the road is rocky
and a man should start to slip

We will take a better grip

And if a man gets weak
and takes a bottle
from the shelf

Bottle from the shelf,
bottle from the shelf

And if a man gets weak
and takes a bottle
from the shelf

We will save him from himself

We will save...

We will save, we will save
another soul hallelujah

We will save, we will save,
we will save another soul

And if the road is rocky
and a man should start to slip

Man should start to slip,
man should start to slip

- What'd he say?
- He says, uh...

"Good to sign
white squaw's paper.

"Good for peace."

We will save, we will save,
we will save another soul

And if the road is rocky
and a man should start to slip

Man should start to slip,
man should start to slip...

If it's the last thing
I ever do,

I'll have that entire band
transferred to Alaska.

- What are they doing now?
- Singing, sir.

- And signing pledges.
- I don't believe it.

As far as I can tell,
they've got over 50 of them
signed already.

You go back there, Sergeant.

Get me one of those pledges.
I wanna see it.

How can I get one, sir?

Yes, sir.

We will save, we will save,

we will save another soul

And if a man is saved,
there are others
still to come...

Can you handle the rest
of this yourself, Louise?

You can count on me,
Mrs. Massingale.

Well then, I'm gonna
go hand out
equipment to Group "B".

Good luck, Cora.

Here you are, sir.

Just a crazy mark,
but each one of 'em's
marked different.

That woman!

- How many?
- 81 now, sir.

81?

- Get back there, Buell.
- Yes, sir.

- And tell Slater to be sure
his flanks are covered.
- Yes, sir.

Chisel.

Ax.

Hammer.

Where's that Massingale woman?
What happened to her?

Oh, she's down there
somewhere, Frank.

Takin' advantage
of ignorant savages.

There ought to be
a law against it.

There's somethin'.
I don't know what.

There ought to be somethin'.
I don't trust her.

Oh, you just keep
your pants hitched, Frank.

Chief says...

"No more peace."

-What is it, Sergeant?

What happened, Sergeant?

- The Indians have
captured the women.
- What?

One minute they were
all signing pledges
and then...

How did that idiot Slater
ever let it happen?

On behalf of
Captain Slater, sir,

I think it's only fair to state,

that if the women hadn't
started singing hymns

and making all that...

Racket...

Sir, the Indians disarmed
my men and took
the ladies captive.

I know what they did, Slater.

Yes, sir.
And they moved so fast,
we were so outnumbered,

there was nothing I could do.

- Sergeant.
- Sir!

Alert the bugler.
Rouse the camp.

-Rouse the troops.
Prepare for battle.
-Yes, sir.

Uh, sir, uh...

Any rash move on our part
may seriously endanger
the lives of the women.

Dammit, I can't just
stand here
and twiddle my thumbs.

No, sir!
Sir, the sergeant's
right, sir.

An attack right now
might be most ill-advised...

Sir.

What's he doing here?

- He's a symbol
of their good faith.
- Good faith?

They wanna bargain with us.

- Bargain?
- 20 wagons of whiskey
in exchange for the women.

- 20 wagons?
- Yes, sir.

You see, the Indians...

- Can he understand us?
- Not a word, sir.

20 wagons comes out to about...

Three and seven-eighths
women per wagon.

I think that was their demand,
or maybe the interpreter
was a little confused.

- Slater.
- Yes, sir.

- There's only one course
of action now.
- And that would be, sir?

I am declaring martial law!

I say you can't do it!

No tinhorn colonel's
gonna come out here

out of his own territory
and declare martial law.

If you don't shut up,
Mr. Wallingham, my first step
will be to lock you up.

Gentlemen, this kind of
bickering can lead us
to nothing constructive.

Since you cannot or will not
take military action
against the Indians,

and since you cannot
or will not negotiate
with them,

there is only one course
of action open to us.

We must accede to their demands

and give them the whiskey
without further delay.

Giving whiskey to Indians

is strictly forbidden
by the army regulations

so dear to your heart,
Mrs. Massingale.

Not if the Indians
don't drink the whiskey.

What's going to stop
the Indians from
drinking whiskey?

Precisely.

I have their pledges.

100 signed pledges
with this one on the top

signed by Chief Five Barrels
himself. That's his mark.

She's right. That's his mark.

Well, do they get the whiskey?

That's not his whiskey,
it's mine.

And you're not going
to touch one drop of it,
you hear?

- Listen, Frank...
- Quiet!

In that case, I have no choice
but to destroy
all the whiskey right now.

You're bluffin'

Oh...

Am I?

There is a woman hidden
in each and every one
of those wagons,

awaiting my order by code
to start smashing the barrels
of this vile cargo.

Madam, you lie.

Indeed?

Ladies of Group "B."

Frank, will you keep
your pants hitched?

The signal was to be a hymn,
when I started singing,

but that's not necessary.
Now, I'll just tell them
to begin.

- You wouldn't do that.
- Ladies of Group "B",
you may begin!

Puncture those barrels!

No, wait!

Just a moment, ladies!

You let her smash
a barrel, one barrel,

and I'll have
those brass buttons
ripped off your chest

in the very halls of congress!

Now, I'm a taxpayer
and a good republican...

You say that
one more time, Mr. Wallingham,

and I'll bust you
right in the nose!

You threatened me.

Now sit down!

- You hear that?
- Sit down!

Now, come on, Frank, sit down.

And shut up!

Mrs. Massingale,
sit down.

Sit down!

And stay down.

Ladies of Group "B."

Get out of those wagons.

Right now!

- Sergeant, put this down.
- Yes, sir.

The United States
army, hereby confiscates

twenty wagons of
the Wallingham train.

Ah, there, you said it.
You hear that?

Confiscation of private property

in which case
I shall be repaid
in full for my loss.

Go ahead, declare martial law.

Said martial law
to take effect at daybreak.

You'll declare
martial law right now.

Don't you tell me
when to declare martial law.

- Slater.
- Yes, sir.

Take that symbol of good faith
back to Chief Five Barrels.

And Slater,

knock down the price.

- Buell?
- Sir!

This meeting stands adjourned.

Get out of here.

Go on,
get out of here,
you bunch of vandals!

-Get off of my property!

You! Get off of my bed.

Get... Get out of here!

Ahhh!

-Get out of that wagon!

Get out of there!

Out! Out!

Ha-ha-ha.

I thought I heard you, Frank.

You got me into this,
you soothsaying sot.

And I'll get you
out of it, Frank.

In fact, it's all set.

Everything's ready
except one more chore

I got to do right now.

Believe me, Frank,

you just trust old Oracle.

Me and my Billy girl
is going to fix it all up.

Come on now, Billy girl.

Take me slow and take me true.

Colonel?

Go away.

Madam, I don't know
what you're up to,

but whatever it is,
I don't want to hear about it.

I've just come to tell you
how truly sorry I am
for what I've done.

Thank you and good night.

Colonel, do you realize
what will happen
when word gets out

that you've given
twenty wagons of whiskey

to 100 Sioux Indians?

I realize.

Twenty wagons confiscated
from a man

who's a taxpayer
and a good republican.

Don't you tell me
what he is or I'll...

I'll bust you in the nose!

Oh, dear, colonel,
those cords again.

- Just let me...
- Get away from my cords!

If you'd just relax
and let the blood
flow freely...

My blood can flow on its own.

Now, Mrs. Massingale,

I don't know what your
plans are for tomorrow,

but judging from experience,
you better get some rest.

Oh, how can I rest after
what I've done to you?

Try!

Oh.

My selfishness,

my obstinacy,

my stupidity in not listening
to your excellent advice.

Well, I must agree
with you there.

It's all my fault
you're in
this terrible position.

Well, crying
isn't going to help.

Mrs. Massingale...

Mrs. Massingale!

You needn't look so shocked.

Plato, Augustus, Alexander...

Even George Washington
took occasional spirits

in medicinal amounts.

There's nothing wrong
with limited libation
under emotional stress.

Your entire career is ruined.

I... I suppose
there'll be some criticism.

Criticism?
You'll be crucified.

The press, the public,
the war department...

Horace Greeley...

Oh.

Well, if I can save
the lives of 27 women, I...

I'd gladly sacrifice my career.

After all, what is it?

Only 19 years of service.

With Grant at Vicksburg,

with Thomas at Nashville.

Seventeen Indian campaigns,
Laramie to Fort Hall.

One more year.

$281.25 a month.

Pension.

Sergeant Buell,
$27.50 a month.

Every month.

19 years...

And in all that time,

not once have I ever...

Never have I ever
met anyone like...

Like me?

Oh, well, I'll...
I'll just resign gracefully.

Anyway, I'll resign.

Well, at least you still
have your beloved West.

I hate the West.

Oh, dear.

Dust, wind, Indians.

My... stubbornness,

my obstinacy, my selfishness.

Now, now, Cora...
Uh, Mrs. Massingale...

If only I'd listened
to you. If only.

Easy... Easy,
Mrs. Massingale.
Cora.

You think you could ever
forgive me, Thaddeus?

Well, I...

I could try.

Cora...

Could we forget all this?

I mean...

I mean...

Just forget the whole thing?

Cora?

Colonel Gearhart!

Uh, one moment, Slater.

Come in, Slater.

Captain Slater reporting, sir.

Stand up, we'll march to Denver

-no more wine or beer
-Someone's singing.
Go on, Slater.

Uh, Chief Five Barrels
said he'd take 15 barrels.

I came back with eight,
and he said 13.

At least I think
that was the number.

The language barrier
is very difficult, sir.

Did you reach any agreement?

Yes, sir.
Ten wagons of whiskey.

- Ten wagons?
- For all the women.

- Oh, good work, Slater.
- Thank you, sir.

What's he doing here?

Same reason as before, sir.
He's a symbol
of their good faith.

Are you sure
he can't understand us?

- Not a word.
- That's all, Slater.

Thank you, sir.

Oh. Uh...

The Indians
would like to have...

Uh, Mrs. Massingale present
for the exchange, sir.

What for?

Our symbol of good faith.

Tell Chief Five Barrels
I'd be happy to join
my brave ladies.

Yes, ma'am.

I'll make all the arrangements
for the exchange, sir.

Good night, Slater.

It's scheduled for dawn.

Thaddeus, isn't it wonderful?

Ten wagons!

That's the exact number
held by the Irish Teamsters.

You're not going
to have to confiscate

any of Mr. Wallingham's
wagons after all.

Yes, uh, well...

It's a long day tomorrow, Cora,

and you need rest.

I'll take you back to your camp.

Oh.

Oh, I can get back by myself.

You're sure?

Oh, Thaddeus...

You're so kind and generous

and brave.

Good night, Thaddeus.

Stand up, we'll march to Denver

no more wine or beer

stand up,
we'll march to Denver...

We shall save

we shall save

we shall save another soul

hallelujah

- Frank?
- Huh?

She's all fixed up.

What?

Frank, listen carefully now,
this is important.

Frank... Hey, Frank!

You've been drinkin'.

Frank, listen carefully.

If you could get
your wagon train out of here,

if you could cross
the river right here

so's nobody, no Injuns,
no women or army
could follow you,

would you do it?

How?

Now, wait a minute!

You'd have to give up them
10 wagons on the exchange.

- All right.
- Now, here's what we do.

We take all
the rest of the wagons,

- and we go right
across Quicksand Bottoms.
- Hold it.

- None of them
people could see us.
- Hold it.

- We get right
across the river...
- Hold on!

Just a damn minute now.

Nobody can cross
Quicksand Bottoms

- because they'll... sink.
- We can. There's a way.

- Aw!
- Frank!

I found it five years ago.

Bunch of scalp-hungry Injuns
chased me
right up to the edge.

Well, sir, I knew for sure
they'd get me that night
if I didn't get across.

I just pointed my Billy girl
south and let her go.

She didn't miss a step.

I did the same thing tonight.

She took me right across.

I've staked out a trail
right across the Bottoms
with my red flannel.

We can't miss it.

We'll take all the wagons
you got

and go right across
Quicksand Bottoms

a-pullin' up the stakes
as we go.

They won't even know
what happened to us
until it's too late.

Once across the Bottoms,
it's a straight shoot
to Denver

over flat, open country.

We'll be free and clear.

Hallelujah!

- Hallelujah!
- Shh!

Hush up!

Yeah, my sentiments exactly.

Hallelujah.

Here's one.

Here's another one.

There...
And here's one.

What are they?

I don't know,

but, does it look familiar?

It looks like
Mr. Jones' underwear.

It is!

Are you...
Are you sure?

The ladies have confirmed it.

He's not wearing
those under drawers now.

They're torn to shreds
and spread out on stakes

all across Quicksand Bottoms.

Where's Group "C"?

Mrs. Massingale,
have you any idea
what these stakes are for?

I'm not sure, but...

I know what we're
going to do with them.

What?

Move them.

Now, stay between
those red markers.

Don't be lagging behind.

Keep your wagons
up close, all of you.

Militia, when we move out,
get on the wagons.

That's the signal, sir.

All wagons ready
for the exchange.

Platoons "A" and "B"
in position.

Get down there, Buell.
Send Mrs. Massingale
over to the exchange point.

Yes, sir.

Mrs. Massingale!
Whoa. Whoa. Whoa.

Mrs. Massingale,
excuse me, ma'am.

I'm very busy right now,
Mr. O'Flaherty.

It's about them
10 wagons, ma'am.

Well, what's
the matter with them?

Nothing, ma'am,
but, well, they ain't whiskey.

Ain't whiskey?

No, ma'am. Those wagons
is filled with
French champagne.

All of them.

You know anything about
French champagne, ma'am?

Well, I sipped some once
on my second
honeymoon in Paris.

Aye, but it was
most likely cold.

These bottles ain't.
They're warm.

And if you've ever opened
a bottle of warm champagne,

especially one that's
been shaken up...

Well, it's...
Whoosh!

You mean they explode?

Like a regular marsh gun,
about a .58 caliber.

Oh, we got to handle
those bottles
like dynamite, your ladyship.

That's why they hired us
Irish Teamsters.

It's our business.

But what's going to happen
when them savages
get ahold of them wagons?

What's going to happen
to that champagne?

Explosions?

Right. I just thought
someone ought to know.

Have you told
Colonel Gearhart
about this, yet?

Oh, no, ma'am.
I've been afeard to.

What's holding you up,
Mrs. Massingale?
We're ready for you.

Oh, I, I'm sorry,
Sergeant Buell.

Excuse me, Mr. O'Flaherty.

Mrs. Massingale,
we have a bit of a problem.

Chief Five Barrels insists
on taking the first wagon,

and his brother-in-law
the second wagon,

and his second
brother-in-law,
the third wagon,

and, Elks-Runner
the fourth wagon.

Now, that doesn't
leave anybody
in charge on their side.

Me in charge!

You!

You... You speak our tongue?

Hmm. I speak
with straight tongue.

Me in charge good.
Drink later.

All right, we'll agree
to your taking charge
on one condition,

that I stay
at the exchange point
the whole time.

Me there, whole time.

Good.

One moment please, Captain.

Oh, Mrs. Massingale,
I'll never forgive myself
for having failed you.

Ten wagonloads of whiskey
to the Indians.

I've destroyed the crusade.

Not quite yet.

What?

Give me a hatpin.

Hatpin?

Our goal is still
in sight, Louise.

Courage, ladies!

First three ladies,
uh, front and center!

There they go, sir.

Three women starting across...

- Sir? Sir!
- What's the matter?

It's that
Massingale woman again.

She's heading
to the exchange point.

What's that damn fool
symbol of good faith
doing with her?

I can't say, sir.

Roll the first wagon.

First wagon, roll!

What's he trying to do,
bolting out of there
like that?

Roll wagon two.

Wagon two, roll!

Ladies, move out!

Wagon two, roll!

Next three ladies,
front and center!

Tell them not to bolt
out of there like that.

Our teams are
getting out of control.

Tell those Indians
not to bolt out
of there like that!

Roll wagon three.

Wagon three, roll!

Roll!

Next three ladies,
front and center!

Move out. Go, go, go.

Don't let
those Indians bolt that way!

Roll the wagons slowly!

No, not those wagons!
Hold those wagons back!

Hold on to those teams!

There's going to be
a runaway up there!
Hold them, I say!

Somebody tell them Indians
not to go bolting
out of there like that!

Wagon four, roll!

Next three ladies,
front and center!

Hold your wagons back!

Hold those teams back!
Hold them!

Hold those wagons!

Hold those wagons!

Don't bolt!

- Hold them back!
- Hold them back!

Colonel! Get out there!

Cut those teams off
and bring them back!

Look out!
Look out! We got a stampede!

Hold on to them teams!

Don't let them
follow them other horses!

No, not that way!

Hold them!
Bring them back in!

They're going the wrong way!

They're gonna stampede!
We'll never get them back!

Hold them up!
Hold them up there!

Hey, you! Hold them up!

They're going the wrong way!

The whole Wallingham train!

Whoa! Whoa!

Hold them!
You! Turn back!

Hey!

Hey, you!

Turn 'em!
Turn 'em!

Head them back to the quicksand!

Uh, company, halt.

Whoa! Slow down!

Get 'em on through there!

Follow them red flags!

Yaah! Come on!

All right, just follow
them red flags as you go.

Stay right along
in line with them.

Follow them
little red flags there.

- Yaah!

Yaah! Come on!

Whew!

Follow them markers!

Stay right along
in line with them.

Follow them
little red flags and...

Get out of there!

Hey! No!
No, not that way!

Go!

Frank!
Look out, Frank!

Whoa! Whoa!

Oh.

Rafe! Rafe,
come on over here

and give me a hand with this.

-I gotta...

Help me up!

God... Ah,
get 'em out of here!

Ah.

Ok, Carl, take them out!

Take them out of here!

Go on!
Take them out!

Tell the colonel
the Indians are firing at us!

Return fire!

Don't shoot!

Don't shoot!

Don't shoot!

I beg your pardon!

What do you think
you're doing to me?

My God, they've got
Mrs. Massingale!

Sir!

Sir, they're waving
a flag of truce!

It's a woman's petticoat!

Charge!

- Thaddeus!
- You!

We go home now.

You speak my tongue?

I speak with straight tongue.

We go home.
Hunt buffalo.

Peaceful Indian.
Forget presents.

You hunt buffalo in peace...

You hunt deer of
green forest in peace...

You go home in peace,
but go home!

Hey!

Hey.

Hey!

Ugh.

Get them out of there.

Rafe. Rafe!

Throw me that rope!

Yeah, get a rope!

Hold what you got, Frank!
I'm a-comin'!

I'll help you!
Hold what you got, Frank!

I'll be right there with you...

Make it fast to that tree!

Get that slack out of that line!

Tighten up on it!

Now, hold on that!
Hold it. Hold it.

Companies
"A" and "B" of the cavalry

escorted
the ex-temperance marchers

back to their husbands
and hungry children

at Fort Russell.

It is to be assumed
some time passed

before the Indians were able

to regain
their customary composure.

But, it is known that the
exploits of their journey

became tribal legend to be
told over and over again

from generation to generation...

With slight revisions.

The Denver
Free Militia dissolved,

never to march again,

and of course,
the strike of the Irish Teamsters failed,

and the Wallingham Freighting
Company went bankrupt

having no visible assets.

You know, Frank, uh,

some Injuns told me once...

Uh, reliable Injuns, Frank.

They said a Cheyenne
brave and his pony

sunk right here,

and durned if they
didn't ooze up again

just as natural-looking
and as purty as you please.

Oh, they was dead, of course,

but right near the top
where you could grab easy.

Heh-heh.

It might be worth
waiting for, eh, Frank?

Frank?

Well, you see?

So ended the great disaster

at Quicksand Bottoms.

Oh, yes, Mrs. Massingale.

Cora Templeton Massingale
retired

from all active participation
in temperance movements.

A military wedding
was held at Fort Russell.

As it turned out...

It was a double wedding.

A homestead claim was filed

by Mr. Jones
and Mr. Wallingham
on a piece of land

encompassing the entire
Quicksand Bottoms area.

Frank? Frank?

- Huh?
- Frank?

- What?
- Frank!

Come on!
Pull, Frank!

I'm...

Careful!
Careful! Careful!

Ah!

Ha!

Oracle.

Oracle. Oracle.

Oracle!

Or... Oracle

hallelujah

There!
Now I see it!

Yeah!

Glory hallelujah!

Hallelujah!

Hallelujah!

It's not to be denied

that there were occasional
re-emergences of whiskey kegs

which kept Mr. Jones
and Mr. Wallingham

um... um...

Quite... content
for a number of years.

And in spite of all predictions,

shaggy hair and busy beavers
to the contrary,

the winter of 1867
turned out to be the driest
and warmest on record.

Such was the year,
o, pioneer West,

and the days
of the hallelujah trail.

Don't know where we're
going or where we been

hallelujah trail

it's written in the dust
and blown by the wind

hallelujah trail

you can't tell a horse
from a stubborn mule

hallelujah trail

you can't tell a hero
from a doggone fool

hallelujah trail

hallelujah

hallelujah

hallelujah, hallelu,
hallelujah trail

hallelujah

hallelujah

hallelujah

early in the morning, almost day

hallelujah trail

rise and shine, we're on our way

hallelujah trail

hallelujah

hallelujah

hallelujah, hallelu,
hallelujah trail

hallelujah

hallelujah

hallelujah

hallelujah

hallelujah

hallelujah

hallelu, hallelujah trail