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Shot of whiskey?

Got a copper, soldier?

No folks?

Cholera.

For luck.

On the house.

Thanks.

That's 20 for luck, says you're a gambling man.

Me too.

I'll lay long odds you're over the hill.

It's something no deserter can hide,

as long as he wears the harness.

Even the kid guessed it.

What do I call ya?

Laish.

Laish?

L-a-i-s-h.

You're unusual.

Not Smith, and... you're not broke.

What can I sell ya, Laish?

Oh, some food and pack horses, supplies for the trail.

I got a good riding horse.

- The long jump, huh? - Yeah.

Man, the only way to make it

is to tie up with the wagon train.

When did the last one leave here?

Better than a week ago.

Immigrant outfit for Oregon,

Yeah, I'll try catching up with that train.

For my health, it's Oregon or bust.

Hey, another bottle!

I never try changing a man's mind but here's something you ought to know.

Just a couple of days ago a bowlegs major name of Pepperis

comes through bound west for Camp Taylor.

- Major Pepperis, huh? - He's gonna take command there.

Did he have a supply wagon along?

Two of 'em, but no escort.

At his rate of travel then he'll be between me

and that immigrant train clear to Camp Taylor.

Does he know you by sight?

!Hey, soldiers are coming!

Andy!

Bart.

Bart Laish.

There's nothing you can do for that.

What happened?

Pawnees.

Led by Rasacura.

Bart... you gotta get word to Camp Taylor.

Tell Captain Wykoff Rasacura is after the immigrant train up ahead.

Why did they attack you?

You know...

that's their method.

Cut off the trail behind the wagon train.

Close... off all aid.

- Tell Wykoff-- - I'm not going.

Bart, you got to.

You've seen what Indians do to women and children.

I'm not going, Andy.

You've come a long way down, Bart.

How much farther can you go?

Oregon. Nobody knows me there.

Gambler, gunfighter, now a deserter.

Yeah.

It's like you've added coward to the list.

That may be, but if I got to Taylor

and was recognized you know what would happen.

That's a chance you gotta take.

I've been all kinds of a gambler, Andy,

but what kind of a fool would I be to take those odds?

My concern is not for you, Bart.

Well, mine is. I didn't hit the trail for that.

Unless Wykoff protects that wagon train, it'll be annihilated.

It's none of my business.

Bart...

listen to me.

We grew up together.

Went to West Point together.

For a while, anyway.

We're from the same family.

If our positions were reversed--

I'm sure you'd go, Andy.

Doesn't matter what you've been,

what you've done.

There must still be some good left in ya.

Or have you changed so much, Bart?

All right. I'll go as far as Taylor.

Please. Send these home.

Andy.

No matter what you've been or what you've done,

there must be some good left in you.

Or have you changed that much, Bart?

Who are you, mister? Where'd you come from?

Sergeant, who the devil--

Lieutenant King, sir. From Camp Taylor.

Taylor? Well, I was on my way to take a man to Camp Taylor.

I'm Pepperis. Major Pepperis.

The Indians nearly wiped us out, Major.

Yes, I know, I know. They ambushed us, too.

My aide and my drivers were killed.

Well, I'm glad you were spared, sir.

Well, thank you.

Now that I've caught up with the outfit,

I'll, uh, I'll take over.

What do you have to report, King?

Well, they attacked us at Fort Taylor

four days ago without warning.

They charged right through, killing half the garrison.

These men are the survivors.

- You the only officer left? - Yes, sir.

I regret to inform you of the loss of Captain Wykoff, sir.

Mm-hmm. What else?

Well, the immigrant train had passed only two days before.

So I conceived it my duty to overtake it and protect it.

You've done well.

Tell me, Lieutenant, what are their tactics?

Almost hourly raids all day long.

Trying to wear you down, huh?

They are wearing us down, sir.

Our casualties are very heavy.

The edge has gone out of the men.

See, they're green to all this and can't take much more.

The command is falling to pieces, sir.

Is it that bad, Sergeant?

They're slowing down, sir.

Sergeant Lybarger, sir.

He deserves credit for hard duty

performed under extremely difficult conditions.

I imagine you've had some difficulties yourself in getting here.

Yes. Yes, you're quite right.

Miss Christella Burke?

- Major Pepperis. - Miss Burke.

It's good you're here, Major.

Thank you.

Tell me, does she have a wagon of her own?

Yes, sir. But at present,

she shares it with three critically wounded men.

Sergeant?

How far is it to that pass?

Not more than four miles, I believe, sir.

- Four miles, huh? - Yes, sir.

Very well.

We cross tonight.

Tonight?

My own plan was to remain forted in here tomorrow

to rest the men and animals.

Next morning, send a strong scouting detail

- out with Sergeant Lybarger. - Lieutenant, I find it

a little difficult to accustom myself

to having my decisions argued over.

It's fairly common knowledge out here that most Indians

do not like to fight at night.

An Indian killed at night, they believe,

wanders forever in darkness.

They may deal us mischief, some of them, from time to time,

but they will not ambush and attack. Not in the dark.

I've heard of this superstition, sir.

But I didn't feel that it warranted--

It warrants our moving across that pass before morning.

Do you agree, Sergeant?

Yes, sir. The Indians are ready.

Come daylight, they'll chop at us till we make a run for it.

They'll catch us at the crossing.

Probably what they've had in mind from the beginning.

Lieutenant, if you value Sergeant, uh...

- Lybarger, sir. - ...Lybarger's life,

it would be wasteful to send him out.

You'd never see him or his men again.

Alive, that is.

By the way, don't you have any hired scouts with this lash-up?

Yes, sir. Two.

Loden and Crowshaw.

Loden volunteered to go to Fort Laramie for help.

He left last night.

Sergeant, you might ask Crowshaw to come here.

Yes, sir.

Can I offer you anything, Major? Food, whiskey?

Right now, I could use a little whiskey.

♪ I'm a poor, weary stranger ♪

♪ No friends and no home ♪

♪ I'm sure to meet danger ♪

♪ Wherever I roam ♪

♪ They don't want a stranger ♪

♪ The people all say ♪

♪ So I'll saddle my pony ♪

- ♪ And be on my way ♪ - Major Pepperis, sir?

- Mr. Crowshaw. - Crowshaw?

- That'll do, Sergeant. - Yes, sir.

What's your game, mister?

- You're sharp, Crowshaw. - So's my knife.

I've been an Army scout for a long time.

You ain't Andy Pepperis.

He's dead.

Rasacura's bunch.

- I'm taking his place. - Why?

For one thing, to carry out his orders.

Now take that skewer out of my back or I'll break your neck.

What was his orders?

Abandon Taylor and escort the immigrant train to Laramie.

- It's being done. - Being done?

It's being botched.

Whole outfit lying here in the dark,

and the pass only four miles off.

Crossing by daylight's suicide. You know that.

King's green. Doesn't know any better.

King's running this according to the book.

Well, it's the wrong book.

Turn around.

What do you aim to do if I let them think you are Pepper Andy?

Cross the pass tonight and hold out on the other side

till your partner brings help from Laramie.

My partner didn't get to Laramie.

I found him lying just off the trail,

what there was left of him.

What other plans you got?

No other plans. We're going through tonight.

There's only one officer left.

More than half your men are dead.

All right. I'll assemble what's left for a rear guard action.

If we get through, we may get help from Laramie yet.

Yeah.

It might work.

I don't know you might be, but I'll string with you

as long as we both agree, go wrong on me,

I'll slit your throat.

That's Tillotson's gang. His wagon has been drinking

and messing around on the women.

You got trouble there too, huh?

Better keep an eye on them.

All right, "Major."

Let's roll this outfit.

Major Pepperis, Mr. Tillotson.

Captain of the wagon train.

Lieutenant, we're moving on as soon as possible.

You can pass the word to these people to team up and move out.

Our men'll drop back and ride rearguard.

Crowshaw will be up front.

- The leading wagons will-- - The leading wagons are mine.

I want protection up there, Major.

I'm carrying valuable merchandise.

My concern happens to be for the lives of these people.

You'll take orders or quit the pack and go it alone.

Anything you say, Major.

If we want to get across alive, I...

I guess we'll have to rely on you.

And what's more, Tillotson, you'll keep your crew away

from these women or I'll chain them to the tailgates.

And you, too.

Come on, you men.

- Get the men to hitch up. - Sergeant, you can assemble the men.

- Yes, sir. - How are we fixed for ammunition?

- All right, sir. - See that each man has 80 rounds.

- Have you got a trumpeter? - Yes, sir.

- You can get him. - Hoback!

- We're not moving? - Yes.

- Tonight? - Tonight.

But we can't, Major.

- Why not? - The trip will be too hard

on the wounded soldiers.

Miss Burke, back where I came from,

there happened to be dead soldiers.

Private Hoback, sir.

- Sound assembly. - Yes, sir.

Who's out of the line? What are you waiting for?

Why don't you let one of the troopers take over for you, Christella?

The troopers are needed to protect the wagon train.

Well, I'll send for one of Tillotson's drivers.

No, thanks.

It's my wagon. I'll drive it.

- Lieutenant? - Yes, sir?

I should think the rearguard

could stand some looking after, too.

Yes, sir.

Good evening.

Good morning.

Yes. I guess it is after midnight.

Major, these men can't stand this pace.

I can't help that.

Couldn't we stop for just a little while

and let me try to do something for them?

No, we can't stop.

These wagons must get across the pass before morning.

Even if it means abandoning a broken-down wagon

and sacrificing a life or two.

You make that sound very harsh.

Well, you may soon see just how harsh it can be.

Good evening.

Seems like the Indian scouts are more active.

Well, this move annoys them, but it's not likely

their main force will attack until morning.

They know we can't outrun 'em.

We'll stage a delaying action as the rearguard.

That way we can hold off any attacks that might break through.

Yes, sir.

Say, Sarge, how does it feel

to share a job with a major?

Save your lip for blowing, you cotton picker.

Your place is anywhere he is from here on.

And don't you forget it.

Something the matter?

Oh, sorry, sir.

Take it easy, Corporal.

You know, I think we can make it work.

For a while, at least.

Wish I had a mule.

Ever ride a mule, Carqueville?

No, Malone, nor care to.

It's been said that the mule is unapproached in devilment.

Born old and crying.

Incapable of posterity with dexterity of nothing but trickery and kicking.

I prefer the horse.

Indians! Ambush!

Lead the wagons are stalled at the foot of the pass.

They're under attack.

Troop A, Sergeant, on the gallop.

Troop A, hyah hyah!

Time you tin soldiers got here!

Hang that major and his rearguard.

- Why, he let us-- - He let us what, Tillotson?

I-- I'm sorry. I'm-- I'm upset, you know.

Uh, I hardly know what I'm saying.

Major, believe me. I'm terribly sorry.

- Any injured? - Nobody but that blamed idiot under the wagon

and a couple of Tillotson's horses.

These rocks have been hiding us from their view,

otherwise they'd shoot better.

Most of them are still back there.

This pass ain't ever been easy, best of times.

Cuts sharp. Narrow at places.

Sometimes them boulders come sliding down against the wagons.

Can't we get around it some way?

Well, there's a big river on one side of it

and a lot of mountains on the other.

This is it.

Tillotson, pull some order into your outfit

and get it ready to climb the pass in an hour.

- Or less. Corporal? - Yes, sir?

We'll move out in a skirmishing line.

Let them walk until Hoback sounds off.

Detail! Forward! Ho!

All right, sound off!

All right, sound recall.

Well, there'll be a lot of squaws wailing,

come daybreak.

Say, look, Major.

Well, what's wrong now?

Don't you see?

Don't I see what?

This one's an Apache.

Oh...

yes.

Aren't they enemies of the Pawnees?

May be a renegade.

Apaches always have yellow marks on their cheekbones, Major.

Thanks.

Corporal Demington!

He's gone, sir.

All right, Hergenoff.

Have the troop fall in. We'll rejoin the column.

All in, men.

This is the worst fix I've ever seen.

I tell you straight...

there's something going on here we don't know too much about.

Andy must have been right.

There's something so big, Rasacura will stop at nothing.

Yeah.

Rasacura's been letting all the other wagon trains through.

I wonder what he's got against this one.

That woman over there, what's she crying about?

Her husband's the one that got pinned under the wagon.

Did it kill him?

Yes, sir.

She wants a coffin for him, and a funeral service.

No time for that.

A woman is crying back there because her husband is dead.

She wants him to have a decent burial.

In a coffin.

Can't you understand?

Yes, I can understand, but it's impossible.

- Even if we had the lumber-- - We have.

I'll give up my wagon bed.

No, no, we can't take time to build a coffin.

I'm sorry, but we'll only take time to bury them.

Them? Are there others?

Yes, there are four troopers who were killed

so these people could cross the pass

without being massacred.

He'll be buried as they'll be buried.

In a blanket.

We also have four wounded over there.

I wonder if you'd look at them.

Of course.

Did you record the names of the dead and the wounded?

Yes, sir.

Tell Lybarger to prepare a burial detail.

Yes, sir.

The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures,

he leadeth me beside the still waters.

He restoreth my soul.

He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness

for his name's sake.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,

I will fear no evil, for thou art with me.

Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.

Thou preparest a table for me

in the presence of mine enemies.

Thou anointest my head with oil,

my cup runneth over.

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me

all the days of my life,

and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.

Amen.

Yah-ha! Hyah!

Whooo! Hyah!

Yah-ha! Hyah!

Well, they made it.

And not and Indian in sight.

You won't see 'em until they're ready.

After what we did to that bunch, the rest will be more cautious.

- Yeah. - They'll watch and they'll wait.

Leave a chance open, they'll strike.

Not if we hit first and hit hard.

Lieutenant,

take half the troop and join the wagons.

Do I understand you'll use the other half to guard the rear?

Yes.

The men are tired,

it seems hardly enough back here.

That's right.

An extreme measure, sir.

It's the best we can do.

Hergenoff, follow me.

All right, we'll dismount and leave the horses here.

All right, now,

we're gonna stage a little delaying action here.

Give our wagons time to get a good lead.

We'll play it Mexican-style,

they call it emboscado...

laying for the other fellow, just when he's dead sure he's got you stampeded.

Don't fire till I give the word and don't fall back till I give the word.

Yeah. Deal 'em a little of their own big medicine, huh?

Now let's spread out along here.

Long live the embascadores!

And I'll make any trooper who gets killed corporal.

They're riding.

All right, get your heads down and wait for the horn.

No, not yet.

Now, Hoback.

Hold your fire!

Now fall back!

- Any casualties? - No, sir.

Well, that oughta blunt their edge.

All right, emboscado!

Hoback.

- No trumpet this time. - Yes, sir.

No warning.

Sound recall.

You're in bad shape, sir.

Better withdraw with the wounded. We'll take over.

Nobody's leaving. You just keep hitting them.

On the line!

♪ The coyotes are howling their sad, lonesome wail ♪

♪ And the Indians are prowling, they're hot on our trail ♪

♪ So cut out your braggin' ♪

♪ 'Bout how you can fight ♪

♪ And hitch up your wagon ♪

♪ We're rolling tonight ♪

♪ I'm a poor, weary stranger ♪

♪ No friends and no home ♪

♪ I'm sure to meet danger ♪

♪ Wherever I roam ♪

♪ Wherever I roam... ♪

How many wounded?

Today? Six.

Three seriously.

Eh, it's rough.

I'm sorry I tried to interfere last night.

Sorry and ashamed.

The trick is to try to concentrate on something else.

Yeah, pain can be outwitted...

up to a point.

Not the pain of others.

Your father must have taught you well.

Were you an only child?

No.

I had a brother.

He was young and hot-headed.

People back home said he...

he went bad.

What are you thinking?

Hm. About you.

Why a girl would leave her home and her friends.

Because the old life was over.

At least it was for my father.

He was a fine man. Fine doctor.

He helped many people.

There wasn't much he could do for Mother, though.

She died.

I'm sorry.

But after your father died, why didn't you go back home?

Delaware's small.

It's crowded with too many memories.

Well, maybe things will be better in Oregon

if we can get through.

That's a big if, Major.

Yeah.

Yeah, tomorrow the Indians will be back on the attack.

Couldn't we hold out here till help comes?

Crowshaw's partner went to Fort Laramie.

No, they caught him.

Oh, no.

So, we have to keep moving on.

Gain a little every day.

Win it, buy it, that's the way the game is.

Try to get some rest.

Thanks, Christella.

Crowshaw...

Now, take it easy.

Better get some sleep while you got the chance.

Doctor's orders.

Well, I never was much at taking orders, but...

That's close!

That wasn't meant for you.

Arrows in the dust.

It's the Indian warning of big medicine.

Pawnee.

Apache.

Pawnees and Apaches banding together.

Mm-hmm.

Well, now we can expect twice as much trouble.

That's right.

And we've got thirty worn-out troopers.

I'll get the wagons ready, Major.

You don't need to call me that when there's no one around.

I'll call you "Major"

as long as you're running this outfit.

What's the difference if you aren't Andy Pepperis?

You've done a right good job.

So far.

Christella.

- I'm sorry, I-- - All right, you've heard.

Yes.

You might as well hear the rest.

Rasacura killed Major Pepperis,

and I took his place.

The major wanted it that way.

Well...

who are you?

The name is Bart Laish.

Andy Pepperis was my cousin.

Like him, I started at West Point, but...

well, I went bad.

Later, I enlisted to get a new start.

Now I'm a deserter.

It doesn't really matter who you are.

It's what you're doing that counts.

Major Pepperis?

What's wrong now, Lieutenant?

Same thing as before.

The Tillotson crew. They're drunk.

Bothering the women.

All right.

I'll attend to that personally.

All right, Tillotson, I've heard enough.

Aside from a little ordinary fun, my men haven't misbehaved.

What'd you expect, psalm-singing schoolmarms?

Or monkey soldiers.

Tillotson, I warned you once.

Now, this is the last time. There'll be no more drinking.

And no more monkeying around with the women.

- Very well. - Lieutenant, have all the wagons searched for whiskey.

All the-- all the whiskey's in this wagon.

Trade whiskey.

"Trade whiskey."

Yeah, for trading with the Sioux!

The lowest thing a man can do is to sell--

Now look here, Major.

I own a share in that wagon.

I'm a poor and sick man.

You wouldn't want to rob a poor, sick man like me, now, would you, Major?

That wagon rides in the rear with us.

Do say?

Ever since the day that tin major and his toy soldiers took over,

they've been treating us worse than scum!

I tell ya, they ain't got a right to push us around!

That's enough!

Listen, I ain't scared of him, and I ain't seen a thing--

Shut up, I tell you.

We go it alone, you know what the Indians will do to us?

- This way, we've got a chance. - Half a chance.

You keep shooting off your big mouth, we won't even have that.

♪ They call me a villain ♪

♪ A price on my head ♪

♪ And sometimes I think ♪

♪ I'd be better off dead ♪

♪ I'm a poor, weary stranger ♪

♪ No friends and no home ♪

♪ I'm sure to meet danger ♪

♪ Wherever I roam ♪

♪ Wherever I roam ♪

Major, what do you propose doing with my wagon?

I don't propose doing anything.

I'm leaving it behind.

If it's whiskey the Indians are after, they can have it.

Far as the whiskey's concerned, I say good riddance.

The wagon, though, is specially built and cost me a lot--

There's no time to unload. You should know that by now.

Let the wagon go then.

What is that for?

That's for the smell. Indian bait.

I don't like this, Major.

I've seen mad-drunk Indians.

Well, I'm gambling that they'll get dead drunk

and stay here till they finish the load.

If I'm wrong...

well, we can't be much worse off than we already are.

- Sergeant? - Yes, sir?

Assign one trooper to fall back

and hide out within sight of the wagon.

All right, sir.

I want him to watch it all night.

What if the Indians don't stop, Major?

We'll find out... soon enough.

I know you're under a great strain, but...

killing that man was a bad thing.

He would have killed me.

It was the way you did it.

The way you looked.

Maybe I looked like the man I used to be.

But I didn't feel like him.

I'm glad of that.

Bart...

What chance do we have of getting through, really?

I think we'll get through to Laramie.

What will they do to you there?

With any luck, I'll get past Laramie.

Two or three of them wounded had to be lifted on.

They're that damaged.

I told them to ride the wagons.

They told me to go squat on my lousy rank.

What'll I do about them, sir?

Oh, pick 'em up gently if they fall off.

Yes, sir.

With the major's leave, sir,

I'd like to make mention that...

well, sir, this has become a good outfit.

I'm glad to be with it.

Say, why don't you hook a jug off that wagon and pass it around?

Yes, sir!

How does it look to you, sir?

I'm afraid they're still with us.

Yeah. Only a few miles back.

Well, perhaps, with a little luck,

we can keep 'em like that...

a few miles back.

That's right, Major-- no matter what Rasacura did or what he said to them Indians,

he couldn't get 'em past that bootleg wagon.

Well...

Well, we made it.

Who would have thought that whiskey could do

what gunpowder couldn't?

Please accept my congratulations, sir.

Ah, thank you.

Something else on your mind?

That, uh, whiskey sir.

What's the usual procedure

for entering 1,000 gallons in the report?

Well, I guess you'll have to enter it under, uh...

giving aid and comfort to the enemy.

Yes, sir.

Pawnees and Apaches, drunk as skunks.

Probably fighting each other by now.

Well, if all goes well,

tomorrow we'll get through the hill country.

This side of Laramie, there's a trail drops south

down into Santa Fe.

That's what you got in mind, huh?

That's about it.

Figurin' to quit, huh, mister?

What do you expect me to do, Crowshaw?

Lead this outfit into Laramie

right into the arms of a bunch of bowlegs

who'll know Major Pepperis by sight? No.

Thought maybe you'd joined up with this here wagon train

to see them through safe,

not just for your own protection.

I carried out Pepper Andy's orders.

From now on, the outfit's on its own.

What if Rasacura takes another crack at us

between the hills and Laramie?

Tillotson's whiskey took care of that.

I won that gamble, and I'll win this one.

Gambling the whole wagon train on your own game, huh?

When the stakes are my neck, I play it my way.

Remember what I said?

"Go wrong on me, I'll slit your throat"?

Yes. And I'll give you as fair a warning, mister.

When this train gets into Laramie, I'll be halfway to Santa Fe.

You try to stop me and I'll have to kill you.

Then that'll make two of us that'll be dead.

Fall back!

They're after Tillotson's freight wagon.

It's the only thing they've been attacking.

Probably figure it's loaded with booze.

Agh!

A trooper could make Fort Laramie before sundown, sir.

Very well, send Carqueville.

I'd like to go along, too, sir.

Yes, I guess two men would have a better chance.

Good luck, Steve.

Thank you.

Lybarger!

Yes, sir!

Have the drivers circle in.

Yes, sir.

- Get 'em in a circle! - Hyah! Hyah!

Hurry it up! Get those kids out of there!

All right, let's move!

Bring in close!

That's Rasacura.

He's getting ready to attack.

This time, there's no emboscado.

Here they come.

Well, we can't stay here. They'll wear us down.

Yeah.

Any chance of getting the wagons up there?

That's a slow climb. They might pick us off.

Not if the troop buys you time.

We'll hold 'em off till you get to the top.

Your last big deal before you cut out for Santa Fe.

Huh, mister?

Tillotson, you're going to have to--

I heard you, Major. We're going up there.

- Not this wagon. - But, Major--

It's too big, it's too slow.

We can't delay the others for your merchandise.

The whiskey, Major, that was all right,

but this is my whole life savings.

- If you force me to-- - We can't take time to argue now.

If you want that wagon up there, take it up yourself.

At the end of the line.

Our lives are worth more than this.

Why don't we leave it here for the Indians?

What chance will we have if we leave it here,

these soldiers find out what's inside?

Don't be a fool, man.

Unless you want the Army to hang us all at Fort Laramie.

You sent Steve to the Fort?

Yes. He volunteered.

Carqueville went with him.

I hope, for the sake of all of us, they get through.

I hope that Steve gets back safely.

For your sake.

For my sake?

Yes, he's a fine person.

Oh.

Yes. He has all the virtues.

He'll make somebody a fine husband.

Christella...

Yes?

You couldn't care for someone who hasn't all the virtues.

I might.

A man who's been a gambler?

A grifter, a deserter?

No, Bart.

A man who's risked his own neck to save the lives of strangers.

Well, that did it.

We'll start climbing as soon as it's dark.

Bart.

- Lybarger. - Yes, sir.

Have the men collect all the rocks and brush they can.

Another emboscado, Major?

You might call it that.

Dismount!

Lybarger, start the fires.

Be ready!

All right, let it go!

We need more timber.

How about Tillotson's big freight wagon?

All right, use that.

All right, we'll make our stand here,

behinds these rocks.

Major, look at this.

A new Henry repeater, 16-shot.

- Where did that come from? - Tillotson.

A whole wagonload and ammunition too.

So that's what they're after.

Crowshaw, we got one more job to do.

You're right, Major.

All right, are you all ready?

Ready.

All right, come on.

Now where's Tillotson?

In the wagon.

He tried to knife me.

Caught me prowling his rifles.

Rasacura figured they were for the Sioux.

That's why he joined up with the Apaches.

Yeah, he must have thought that we were backing the Sioux against him.

Sure would have been a massacre.

Well, he's got nothing left to fight for now.

Excepting a couple of bottles of whisky.

How about celebrating?

Bart, the wounded.

We must get them to Laramie.

Better save it, Crowshaw.

If you start your wagons down the valley,

we can get to the fort by night.

Whoa.

The bowlegs from Laramie.

What are you going to do, Bart?

You could still cut out for Santa Fe.

I'm staying with the train.

Hello, Christella.

I'm so glad you made it, Steve.

So am I, Lieutenant.

Thanks, Laish.

When did you find out?

Carqueville told me before he was killed.

Steve, will it go badly with him?

I don't think so, Christella.

I'll testify on his behalf.

I'm sure his sentence will be light.

Thank you, Steve.

I'll ride up front with the escorts from Laramie.

Troop will ride rearguard.

The men would be pleased if you rode at their head.

I would too, Sir.

♪ No longer a stranger ♪

♪ You can tell 'em my name ♪

♪ Just say I took a gamble ♪

♪ And won my last game ♪

♪ No longer a stranger ♪

♪ Without friends and home ♪

♪ I'm through needin' danger ♪

♪ No more will I roam ♪