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- [Narrator] Arizona Territory, 1879.

The Mescalero Apaches led by Victorio,

the proudest and fiercest
of all Apache war chiefs,

fled from the San Carlos Reservation.

Once more they would wage war

against the men who had dared
to invade their homeland.

Company B, United States Cavalry,

the men who were desperately
trying to force Victorio

back onto the reservation.

- Pick it up, pick it up!

Come on, look alive!

Look alive!

(bright music)

Come on, pick 'em up, boys, pick 'em up!

Captain Green!

- Captain Green, I'm Jeff Stanton.

- [Green] Captain.

- Some orders for you.

- Being relieved of my command.

Well, good luck, you're welcome to 'em.

- Where are the rest of your men?

- Well, they're dead.

Three weeks we've been
trying to make contact

with those Indians.

Every time we get close to 'em, they,

they hit and run and we're
back to chasin' shadows.

- They're at home here, Captain.

Just like you'll be back in St. Louis.

- I'd be glad to see it.

After this miserable place.

The men and horses are tired,
I've pushin' 'em pretty hard.

- Not as hard as Victorio's
been pushing his people.

- I haven't given him time
to sleep or even cook a meal.

- They don't need it, an
Indian can go for weeks

and live on nothin' but
lizards and prairie dogs.

We'll have to do the same thing,

if we're ever gonna catch up with him.

- I don't envy you, Captain.

These are General Crook's
instructions to Victorio.

I hope someday you get a
chance to deliver that message.

Sergeant Cobb!
- Yes, sir.

- Captain Stanton is taking command.

- [Cobb] Very good, sir.

- Well, Captain, they're all
yours, and good luck to you.

- I'll need it.

(dramatic music)

- Take care of yourself, Sergeant.

- Yes, sir.

- How are you, Sergeant?

- Good to see you again,
sir, it's been a long time.

- That it has.

Have the men dismount.
- Yes, sir.

Prepare!

Yes, ho!

- Men, my name is Stanton!

The mission of this
troop remains the same.

Find the Apaches, and to do that,

we're gonna have to cover as
many miles a day as they do,

sleep as little as they
sleep and live off the land.

To do that, we'll have to travel light.

Get rid of those bed rolls,
extra food and clothing.

Sergeant, you've got five
minutes to obey that order.

- Yes, sir.

Alright, you men, you heard the captain!

Get a move on!

(soldier speaks Spanish)

What's that you say, Ramirez?

- I said, Capitan Stanton,
he's as tough as he ever was.

- Yeah, well he doesn't
look too tough to me.

- No?

Let me tell you somethin'.

I fought the Sous with him.

He can outfight, outride
and outlast any boar

or the likes the two of you.

- What's he buckin' for?

- His father trusted the
Indians once too often.

You know, they slaughtered
half his command, there was

a court martial and he was
cashiered out of the army.

- Yeah and the captain's been
spendin' the rest of his life

tryin' to make up for it.

Killin' Indians.

We're ready to move out, sir.
- Good.

We'll save these horses
until we need them.

We'll proceed on foot.
- Yes, sir.

(moody orchestral music)

Troopers!

Fall into horse, forward!

Steadily!

March!

(rousing orchestral music)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(somber orchestral music)

A small raiding party, sir.

- Small raiding party, two
weeks we've done nothin'

but chase small raiding parties.

- We're gonna have to turn back, sir.

The men and horses can't
go on without any rest.

- Pick your burial detail, Sergeant.

- Yes, sir.

Morgan, Devot!

Break out a couple of shovels!

(moody orchestral music)

- Well, Corporal?
- Maybe eight, maybe 10.

The tracks lead southwest.

- About a half-hour, would you say?

(Ramirez speaks Spanish)

- See, the edges are still sharp.

The wind hasn't rounded them off yet.

Half-hour is just about right.

- Sergeant Cobb!
- Yes, sir.

- I wanna try something different.

Pick six of your best riflemen,

issue them 50 rounds of ammo,

put 'em in that supply wagon,

tell 'em to keep their heads down.

You'll be in charge of the detail.

- And where are you gonna be, sir?

- I won't be far away, Sergeant.

- Yes, sir.

You, bring a carbine.

You.

You.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(Apaches howl)

(dramatic orchestral music)
(Apaches howl)

(Apaches howl)

Alright, you saddle busters, on your feet!

(guns fire)

(Apaches howl)
(guns fire)

(Apache speaks Spanish)

(gun fires)

(guns fire)

(Apache howls)

(guns fire)

(Apache screams)

(guns fire)

Hold your fire!

- [Stanton] How many men
did you lose, Sergeant?

- [Cobb] None, sir, only three wounded.

- Any of them alive, Hogan?
- No, sir.

These Apaches rather
die than surrender, sir.

- Capitan, this one is still alive.

(ominous tones)

No, Capitan.

This is Red Hawk, Victorio's son.

- Are you sure?
(Ramirez speaks Spanish)

- He's Victorio's only son.

Be careful what you say.

He went to mission
school, he speaks English.

- All my people understand
you, Captain Stanton.

You are like a wolf who moves among sheep.

Killing for the pleasure of it.

- I have orders to talk to your father.

- You expect me to tell
you where my people are,

so you can kill them?

- Sergeant?
- Yes, sir.

- I want a white flag
tied to that guide arm.

- [Cobb] Yes, sir.

- My father will not
trust your white flag,

any more than he will
trust you or your people.

- Flag's not the bait, Red Hawk.

You are.

(moody orchestral music)

You and I both know there's an Apache face

behind every rock out there.

And if I'm wrong, then
you're in real trouble.

Just about three hours of this sun

is all any animal will be able to take.

(Red Hawk spits)

(Red Hawk grunts)

(ominous music)

(Ramirez sighs)

- What's he waiting for?

Why doesn't he kill him
and get it over with?

- Sometimes the ends justify the means.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- Captain!

Over there.

The flag of truce.

- Yeah, I know, been watchin'
it for about five minutes.

Sergeant Cobb?
- Yes, sir.

- cut him down.
- Yes, sir.

- Dress his wound, give him some water,

tie his hands behind his
back, put him on a horse.

Corporal, get that flag,
you're comin' with me.

- Yes, sir.

- Captain, you're not
gonna ride in there alone,

just the two of ya?

- Why not?

If Victorio doesn't go
for what I've got to say,

100 men couldn't help us.

(rousing orchestral music)

(Victorio speaks Spanish)

Well, translate.

- Yes, sir, but I don't think...

- My father said your
reputation for killing

is well known here, Captain.

- Tell the great Victorio
I have a message for him

from General Crook.

(Ramirez speaks Spanish)

(Victorio speaks Spanish)

- He wants you to release his son, sir,

before he listens to
General Crook's message.

- Cut him loose.

- Sir, if you do, we'll
never get out of here alive.

- We have to show good faith
somewhere along the line.

Cut him loose.

- Yes, sir.

(horse neighs)

(Red Hawk speaks Spanish)

(Victorio speaks Spanish)

(Victorio speaks Spanish)

No need to translate
what he said there, sir.

- Tell him General Crook wants him

to lead his people back
to the reservation,

and he's to keep the
treaty that he signed.

(Ramirez speaks Spanish)

(Victorio speaks Spanish)

- "It was not I who
broke faith between us."

- General Crook knows that.

The men responsible will be punished.

Tell him that a new Indian
agent will be sent here.

(Ramirez speaks Spanish)

- And what of the gold seekers?

The general said they
would not come to our land,

but they did.

Your people broke the
treaty, not my father.

- If you lay down your arms
and return to the reservation,

I promise I'll run the
miners from the mountains and

never let them return.

(Ramirez speaks Spanish)

(Victorio speaks Spanish)

- [Ramirez] "Do you promise?"

- You say my reputation's well known here.

Then you know I keep my word.

(Ramirez speaks Spanish)

(Victorio speaks Spanish)

- No!

- [Ramirez] He said they'll go back, sir,

when they see the miners
have left their land.

- Agreed.

(chatter in Spanish)

Tell him we're takin' the
woman prisoner with us.

- We hold no woman prisoner, Captain.

- We're takin' you with us, ma'am.

- By force, Captain?
- It's alright.

They won't stop us if we
don't give 'em time to think.

- You don't understand,
Captain, I'm not a prisoner.

- You're not here by your own
free will with these animals,

these, these dog-eaters?

- If your kind hadn't driven
the deer from the hills,

they would've have to eat what they did.

- Look, who are you anyway, what are you?

- My name is Gillis.

I'm a missionary from
the school in Santa Fe.

- A missionary.

Huh, well, so civilization
finally comes to the Apaches.

That's a big job for a
dirty-faced little girl like you.

- My work was going very well,

until we were forced off the reservation.

- You wouldn't have thought
so this morning if you'd

been with me and seen those
miners they worked over.

- Have you ever seen an Apache woman

after your civilized
miners finish with her?

Have you ever heard their
cries to God for help?

- God.

The only god they know is war.

- What makes you think
your god is so different

from the one who watches over them?

- Miss Gillis.

I wonder who's converting who.

Tell him the miners will
be off the reservation

within three days.

(Ramirez speaks Spanish)

(moody orchestral music)

Let's go.

- Do you trust the captain?

Do you believe he spoke the truth?

- He thinks Indians are
the lowest animal alive.

- You did not answer.

Do you trust him?

- I don't know, how can you trust anyone

that has so much hate for our people?

(horse neighs)

- Alright, soldier, back into bed.

- Damned Indians.

- You know, Captain, I've cut
into a lot of Indians in my

time and it's the strange
thing but once you get past

their skins, their insides
are just like ours.

- Is that so?

Now, what's that supposed to mean?

- You come on over here, I'll
give you a little something

to dilute some of that bile
inside of ya. (chuckles)

You know, before you got here,
I used to lie awake nights

worrying about having so
much time on my hands.

But you changed all that.

It's not that I sleep any harder, but uh,

you at least keep me better
supplied with the customers.

- If you can think of a
better way to keep the peace,

I'll listen.

- Well, I was wonderin'
what you called it.

Keepin' the peace, hm.

Well, you're not your father's
son, that's for certain.

I knew him pretty well.
(melancholic music)

- You didn't tell me that.

- No, but uh, I did.

And even after the disgrace
of the court martial,

he still believed that
Indians were human beings.

- Just goes to show he was a hard-headed,

stubborn man that wouldn't face reality.

- Reality can be a point of view.

- Mm-hm.

I'll drink to that.

Doc, know anything about a
missionary school in Santa Fe?

- Well, now if you're thinking
of enrolling, forget it.

They only take girls.

(moody orchestral music)

- [Narrator] Captain Stanton
moved the gold-seekers

from the reservation.

The miners felt that the
gold claims they had staked

gave them the rights to the mountains.

But with the captain ready
to use force if necessary,

the Arizona territory settled
down to an uneasy truce.

(ominous tones)

- You men dismount and
unload the supplies.

- [Cobb] Yes, sir.

- Victorio and his son, Red Hawk.

- It's an honor to have
them come here to meet me.

New Indian agents aren't usually accepted.

They have to make their friends.

- Victorio only speaks Spanish,
I'll try to introduce you.

- [Agent] I can handle this, Captain.

It seems your presence is resented here.

(speaks Spanish)

(speaks Spanish) Thompson.

(Victorio speaks Spanish)

(upbeat orchestral music)

(children yell over each other)

(Gillis speaks Spanish)

- It's amazing what a full
stomach and a little soap

and water can do, isn't it, Captain?

- Yes, ma'am.

It sure is.

- Well, you mean I almost
appear to be human?

I'm sorry, I didn't mean that.

- [Jeff] I deserved it.

- I really do wanna thank you

for the food and clothing you brought.

But you know, there's still
some things we need very badly.

- What's that?

- Well, we need writing slates,

books to read and some Bibles.

- Bibles, for Apaches?

- You still don't
understand, do you, Captain?

- Oh, yes, I understand
that you're a missionary.

You were sent here by the school.

- No.

My father's beliefs brought me here.

He was an Indian agent and
when I was 14, he died,

fighting for their cause.

He found he could do nothing

for the people he considered his friends.

You don't believe these
people could be your friends,

do you, Captain?

- No.

- Well, you're wrong.

After my father's death I stayed
with a tribe for two years.

But it didn't take me
nearly that long to realize

they needed more than food and clothing.

So, I decided to go to missionary school.

When I graduated, I asked
for a difficult assignment.

I've been here now almost six months.

They accept me, it makes me very proud.

- [Cobb] Captain Stanton?

Supplies are unloaded, we're
ready to move out, sir.

- Very well, Sergeant.

You'll be staying here at the agency?

- Oh, yes, where they live, I live.

- I'll see that you get those supplies.

Especially the Bibles.

- Thank you.

(moody orchestral music)

- [Cobb] Detail, move out!

- I could not help overhearing.

You left out half of your story.

The best half.

- I know.

I'm not ashamed that my
mother was a Comanche.

(dramatic music)

(bell tolls)

- What do ya know?

Just like the last two Sundays.

And he's right on time for the sermon.

- I hear the preacher's
got a fiery sermon today.

You listen, it might do you some good.

- You think so?
- Mm-hm.

- Well, if it ain't the female do-gooder!

- You didn't even hear that.

- How is livin' with them Apache bucks?

Most white women can't
stand the smell of 'em.

(thud)

(solemn organ music)

- I'm sorry about that.
- Would you take me back?

- Dawn, what do you care what they say?

- Take me back, please.

- I don't understand you.

You expect me to carry you
month after month and hand out

groceries to you and you don't
show up with one red cent.

Now, as of, shut that door!

And you, Hodges.

As of now, you're down
on my books for $400.

Wilson, 560.

You, Black, $225.

And Miller, Miller,
you're down here for $350.

- Did you call us in here to
tell us how much we owe ya?

- I don't owe you nothin',
you gave me that money

for a grubstake, for
50% of anything I hit.

- That's right, a grubstake!
- Alright, alright!

You're right, I grubstaked
you for a share of any strike

you might make, and some of
you were about to hit it rich.

- I was so close to that
mother-load, I could smell it.

- [Investor] So far, I
haven't received one red cent

for the money I spent backing you men.

- How do you expect us to pay
you dividends when the army

won't let us anywhere near
what's rightfully ours?

That land belonged to us
long before the Indians.

- That's right.
(men murmur)

Why don't we take the government to court?

- Let the case drag through
the court for 10 years?

- Alright, then why don't
we try talkin' some sense

into that captain's head,
that Captain Stanton?

- [Investor] I've tried that.

- [Hodges] What about
that new Indian agent?

- [Investor] Alright,
alright, we'll keep on trying.

Shut the door!

- Well, it's a little bit hard
on the chin, but, like you

said, Mr. Owens, there's more
than one way to get to a man.

- What do you mean, Greer?
- What happened?

Well, what happened?

- I just had my teeth chipped by a

captain of the United States
Army, by the name of Stanton.

- Any witnesses?
- Church folk.

- Men like Stanton are
necessary in time of war,

but we're no longer at war.

In our peaceful territory, the
rights, the privileges, and

the dignity of the individual
citizen must be recognized.

Right, men?
- Right!

- I'll send those exact words
in the telegram to Washington.

If the territorial delegate
agrees, (chuckles) why,

we'll be back in those
mountains before the first snow.

(men chatter)
(moody orchestral music)

- The issue is whether or not
the high-handed, impulsive

methods of this Captain
Stanton are to be condoned.

General, the rights of our
citizens must be respected,

above all others, even
if it costs the life

of every Indian in the southwest.

- The delegate from
Arizona needn't remind us

that the Indian does not
have the right to vote.

- I am not, sir, but I
do want to remind you

of your duty to honest, God-fearing men,

who have gone forth to
carve their homes into

what was just a short
while ago a wilderness.

And I assure you, if we
neglect our duty here,

Arizona will turn again into a wilderness.

- It is certainly not the
army's wish or desire to

exterminate the Apache.

But there may be
something to what you say.

Since we have declared
peace, the impulsive actions

of Captain Stanton do seem out of place.

I will have the matter taken
under immediate advisement.

- Thank you, sir.

(moody orchestral music)

- [Narrator] With the delegate
from Arizona on their side,

and the gold that they knew
was there driving them on, the

miners were in open defiance
of Captain Stanton's orders.

(explosion booms)

(Red Hawk speaks Spanish)

(miner coughs)

- Hey.
(miner coughs)

(miner coughs)

Gold!

I told ya, didn't I?

That's the richest rock I ever did see.

- Look at that.

I'll get the sacks.

We'll carry as much of
it with us as we can.

- That vein is two-feet-high.

Ya-oh!

(ominous orchestral music)

Greer.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

- Wait a minute!

Don't shoot him!

- Gold.

Almost pure.

It's richer than ours.

Lookie that.

- "Both the shots and the blasting

"came from the deep canyon

"between here and patrol camp five."

- Patrol camp five?
- Yes, sir.

- We're closer to it than they are.

Come on.

(ominous orchestral music)

- Where'd you get this, boy?

Where'd you get it?

You'll be glad to talk when
we get through with ya.

Stupid Indian.

What do you want with gold?

Why don't you tell us?

- You'll talk, or lose all your skin.

(tense orchestral music)

- [Cobb] Don't do it!

- Throw them up here.

(guns thud)

(dramatic orchestral music)

Next time, I'll use the edge.

- We found gold, Captain.

I tell you, right in there, we found gold.

- You found nothin' but trouble.

- That claim's been
mine for over two years.

You got no right to come in here!

You got no right, I tell ya!

(moody orchestral music)

- Sergeant?
- Yes, sir.

- Take Red Hawk in the infirmary.

- No!

- Have the doc take care
of him and hold him there.

I'll take those two into town.
- Yes, sir.

- [Man] What right have you to
give our land to the Apaches?

- Yeah, what right?

- My orders are to keep
you off that reservation.

- Indian-lover, huh?

- Sheriff, we're putting
charges against those two.

- Look, Captain, I can't arrest these men

just for bein' on that land.

- Maybe not, but we sure
can for torturing an Indian.

- They've been doing it to us for years!

Now it's time we paid 'em back!

(townsfolk murmur)

- [Man] I saw them torture a woman, too!

- Simmer down, simmer down, boys.

Captain here's only doing his duty.

Just as the sheriff is doing his.

Now, if these men have done wrong,

they must have a court trial.

Sheriff, book and hold these men.

That is, until bail is furnished.

- Alright.

Alright, Captain, I'll
lock 'em up for you.

- Who can blame the boys for being

a little short-tempered, Captain?

- I'm warning you, keep
out of those hills.

They're not healthy.

- Are you threatenin' us, Captain?

- No, I'm not.

I'm just wondering how
Victorio's gonna feel,

when he finds out what
those two did to his son.

- Alright, boys, let's go.

- [Delegate] George,
I'll be in to post bail.

- I thought you told us
Stanton was bein' replaced?

- He is, only he don't know it.

Colonel Perry rode through
town a couple hours ago.

- Captain.
- Doc.

Where's Red Hawk?

- Oh, funny thing about that
Indian, you know, his skin

blistered just like yours would
under the same conditions.

- Never mind the lecture, where is he?

- Gone, right after I received orders

to get his red carcass out of here.

- Who gave you that order?

- Colonel Nathan Perry,
our new commanding officer.

- How many men at this post, Sergeant?

- Five, sir.

- For a total at all outposts of...

- Captain Stanton reporting, sir.

- Oh, yes, Stanton.

Glad you were able to
make your way back here.

Be with you in a moment.

For a total of, uh, almost three troops.

Was the disposition of the outpost patrols

your idea, Captain?
- Yes, sir.

Outpost patrol all passes
leading onto the reservation.

- [Nathan] The men entrusted
into your command were then

spread out over an area of
approximately 100 miles.

Is that correct?
- That's right, sir.

- What do you suppose would've
happened if Victorio decided

to break out of the reservation in force?

- I don't think you have
to worry about that, sir.

- They would've been massacred, sir.

Slaughtered without a
chance to defend themselves.

Sergeant, do I understand when
the sun is high as at present

that you can send heliograph
messages to all outposts?

- That's right, sir.

- Then flash this signal at
once, ordering all patrols

to break camp and return here immediately.

- Yes, sir.

- In case of an uprising,
Captain, I shall have a strong,

mobile fighting unit ready
to meet force with force,

as I did against the Kiowas.

- Colonel, an Apache is 10
times the warrior a Kiowa is.

The Apache looks on war
as sort of a religion.

- [Nathan] Exactly, and how
could you have controlled them

if your squadron's spread
all over the territory?

- I don't think there'll be any
trouble sir, we have patrols

guarding the reservation against
the greedy white element.

Victorio's no saint
but he'll keep his word

if we'll keep ours.

- The last time I heard an officer express

such a ridiculous opinion,
350 men of his squadron

were slaughtered two days later.

I'm sure you know the officer
responsible was your father.

If I hadn't been assigned
to company headquarters

as junior officer, I
would've been one of them.

- As I'm being relieved, Colonel,

may I have a copy of my orders?

- Yes, Captain.

You will remain on here as my adjutant.

Have your orderly gather
your personal effects.

Good day, sir.

- [Narrator] The Colonel's
orders were carried out.

The outposts were called
back to headquarters.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- Captain Stanton?

All the patrols are on their way in, sir.

- Very well, Sergeant.
- Captain.

Can I say just one word off the record?

- What is it?

- Sir, I've been in the
service a long time,

but of all the back-bitin',
string-pullin',

connivin' politic that I
ever seen, this beats it all.

And after all you done to
keep the peace out here.

- I suppose the men all feel the same way?

- Yes, sir, they sure do.

- Well, let me tell you
something, Sergeant.

If I ever hear you or any
of the men say one word

against our commanding
officer, I'll string you up

by the heels to the nearest
tree, do you understand that?

- Yes, sir.

- Now get ready to stand inspection.

- Yes, sir.

Detail, ho!

- Yes, sir, I'll tell you, it stinks.

The whole thing just stinks.
- Oh, alright.

The army's outta the way.

But I can't send men and
equipment into that mine.

Those Indians would be
down on us within an hour!

- We got the richest strike I ever seen,

and we can't work it.

- I tell you, I'm sick of talk!

- What about the Indian agent?

- Oh, I've tried for the last three months

to make friends with him.

He's not like the last one.

I even offered him a part of
my percentage in the mines.

- A guy who makes a lousy few dollars

a month turned you down?

- He not only turned me down,

he threatened to go to Captain
Stanton with the whole deal.

However, I did find out one thing.

When Geronimo acted up once too often,

they shipped him off to Florida.

- Why don't we do the
same thing with Victorio?

- 'Cause Victorio ain't
causin' any trouble.

- No, not now, he isn't.

But if given reason enough, he would.

(ominous orchestral music)

- That a fact?

- Yes, sir, that is a fact.

- [Narrator] Just a simple
Indian arrow was all it took

to create the trouble
they were looking for.

- They shot with him with this,

in front of the agency office last night!

Greer here saw them do
it, didn't you, Greer?

- Yeah, that's right, I seen
'em do it with my own two eyes!

- It just shows ya how the
Apaches treat their friends.

- Dirty Apaches!
- We oughta kill 'em all!

- [Man] Much against us going
into the mountains as army is!

- [Greer] What I wanna know is,

what're we gonna do about this?

(men yell over each other)

- Now, now, listen, folks!

I'm not gonna let you take
the law into your own hands!

- [Greer] Don't you try
to stop us, Sheriff.

- Listen, you two, you're
out on bail, remember that.

You take my advice, you keep outta this.

- [Greer] And let these
Indians get away with murder!

(men yell over each other)

- [George] Now listen, folks,
I'm not gonna let you do this!

- Alright, we're ridin'
for the reservation!

You goin' with us?

Get your horses, let's go!
- Come on, yeah!

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- [Man] Yah, yah!

- Come on, let's go!

(suspenseful music)
(horse neighs)

- The army has moved from the hills.

I have come to see Mr.
Thompson to find out why.

- Well he hasn't arrived yet this morning.

The door's still locked.

- Perhaps he has ridden to
my father's camp, has Captain

Stanton mentioned anything
about the army moving?

- [Gillis] I haven't seen the
captain for about 10 days.

- 10 days?

No message from him, no word of any kind?

Could he have found out about you?

Has he learned you are half-Indian?

- Why is our blood so important?

What difference does it make?

- To some people, no difference.

To men like Captain Stanton,

it is everything.

Dawn.

My feelings towards you have not changed.

I can even forget you are half-white.

(suspenseful orchestral music)
(distant horses approach)

- Let's get these children inside.

Help me get this door open.

- [Greer] Alright, men, let's get 'em all!

(guns fire)
(dramatic orchestral music)

(rousing horn melody)

(rousing horn melody)

- Moving into line at the ready!

Hold!

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- If you've come to help
us, Captain, welcome!

- Place those miners under
arrest and escort them into town.

You do have a law against
murder, don't ya, Sheriff?

- You bet we do, Captain.

- This is our law!

These Indians killed
Mr. Thompson, Captain!

Greer here seen 'em do it!

- And we ain't leavin'
till we finish this job!

- At a 45-degree angle.

- You're bluffin', Captain!

- Fire!

(guns fire)

- I told you he couldn't
fire on no white man!

(ominous orchestral music)

- Greer, the next order I
give will be shoot to kill!

- We ain't leavin', Captain!

- No!

Murderers, butchers!
- Get out of the way!

We got nothin' against you!

- Kill me, too, I'm half-Indian, kill me!

- Alright, what're we waitin'
for, boys, let's finish it!

(gun fires)
(Apache screams)

(guns fire)

- Fire!

(guns fire)
(dramatic orchestral music)

- Get out of here, come on!
(guns fire)

- Cease fire!

- Dismount and take care of the wounded.

(somber orchestral music)

- Where are you taking her?
- To our doctor.

(moody orchestral music)

- Now, what do you have
to say in your defense?

- Nothing, sir, except
what I've already told you.

If I hadn't ordered my men to open fire,

all of Victorio's people
would've been murdered.

- Captain, you're forgetting
you're a soldier, not a judge.

- This is no proof Red Hawk
and his warriors killed

Thompson, it could've
been planted on the body.

- What about the eye-witness, Captain?

A man named Greer said
he saw the whole thing.

- Greer's a liar!
- That'll do, sir.

Your involvement with
this missionary woman

has evidently clouded your senses.

- My involvement with this
missionary woman, Colonel,

is my personal business.

I don't think the Apaches killed Thompson.

I'd stake my army future on it.

- You just have, Captain.

Until I can track down
your Indian friends,

consider yourself under arrest
and confined to this post.

Any questions?

- No, sir.
- Sergeant?

- Men are mounted and
ready to move out, sir.

- Very well.

- Oh, Colonel.

There's a delegation of the
townspeople here to see you.

- Tell them I haven't time to see them.

- Sir, I just did.

- [Man] We demand that
you talk to us, Colonel!

You've got a murderer in there!

- That's him right there,
he shot down my husband!

- [Man] It's your duty to
turn him over to us, Colonel!

- It's my duty to see
that justice is done.

If he is at fault, he will
be dealt with accordingly.

I assure you, the army will do everything

to discipline properly.

Now, go back to town and
barricade the streets.

- Barricade, you mean we're
in danger of being attacked?

- This is merely a precautionary measure.

I'm riding out with my entire
command, I'm sure I can

intercept Victorio before he reaches town.

- You dirty, dirty Indian-lover, you!

You're not gonna let 'em do that, are you?

- Sergeant?
- Yes, sir.

(rousing horn melody)

(rousing horn melody)

Company!

At a trot!

Forward!

Ho!

(dramatic orchestral music)

(Red Hawk howls)

(Red Hawk howls)

(women scream)

(girl sobs)

(somber orchestral music)

- How is she?

- I've located the bullet,
I'm gonna get it out.

- Did you give her something for the pain?

- All I have is whisky
and that'll make her sick.

You just hang on and
I'll be as easy as I can.

- Jeff.

- Talk to me.

- Jeff, the doctor said,

Victorio and my people are
leaving the reservation.

- Yes, that's right.

- Stop them, please stop them.

Make them go back.

- Alright, I'll--
(Dawn gasps)

She's fainted, doc.

- That's a blessing.

Got it.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(gun fires)

- Hold!

(Apaches howl)

(gun fires)

- Sergeant!

- At the ready!

(dramatic orchestral music)

(guns fire)
(Apaches howl)

Ho!

(suspenseful music)

- What're we chasin', Apaches or ghosts?

- Forward!

Ho!

(Apaches howl)

- At least those aren't ghosts!

Bugler, sound the charge!

(rousing horn melody)

(rousing horn melody)

(rousing horn melody)

(rousing horn melody)

(rousing horn melody)

- Hold!

(suspenseful music)

(Ramirez speaks Spanish)

- I said, sir, please have mercy on us.

I think we've ridden right into a trap.

(guns fire)

- Take cover, ho!

(dramatic orchestral music)
(guns fire)

- Get on ground, take cover!

(guns fire)

- Get that wagon down.

Come on, move it!

Come on!

- Sergeant!

(guns fire)

(Apaches howl)

(guns fire)

(guns fire)

- Fix this leg up, Colonel.

(guns fire)

Orderly!

- Sergeant, we'll never get
outta here without help.

As soon as it gets dark,

I want a volunteer to take
a message to Fort Tuscan.

- Yes, sir.

Ramirez!

- Yes, sir?

- Yeah, you're comin' along fine.

There you are, take a sip of this.

I'll be right back.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- The tribe is moving into the hills.

I have come to take you.

- No, I belong here.

- You speak like a child
who knows no better.

The hatred that he has for us is not good.

- He loves me.

- That's good news, doc.

Feeling better, good.

- I have come for her.

She is in danger here.

(melancholic orchestral music)

- She'll be in more danger
if she goes with you.

- Perhaps.

But at least she will not
die of a broken heart.

Have you not forgotten she is a breed?

Her mother was a squaw.

A Comanche's squaw.

You are going to marry her, Captain?

You will be very proud when you hear

your children called breeds, animals.

Well, Captain?

- I'm ready to go.

- And you're the one that
said that your father was a

stubborn, hard-headed man who
wouldn't face up to reality?

- [Doctor] Bring him over here.

- The whole command is pinned
down in Snake Canyon, Captain.

I couldn't have made it to
Tuscan, I knew you'd be here.

The wires from town have been cut.

- Jeff, they'll wipe out the command,

and probably the town and
that's only the beginning.

- Doc, can you still ride?

- As soon as I patch him up, I'm ready.

- Then you'll have to go to Tuscan.

Bring help from the fort.

I'm goin' into town.

I don't believe the
Apaches killed Thompson.

If I can prove it, maybe I
can get Victorio to turn back

before it's too late.
- Right.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- I'm going over to the store.

Call me in an hour and I'll expel you.

- You don't need me yet, I'm
gonna grab a little shut-eye.

You.

You're supposed to be under
arrest, what do you want here?

- Come over here.

What's the matter?

- I don't like bein' surprised.

- Get down over there.

I wanna ask you some questions,
about your friend Greer,

and that arrow that killed Mr. Thompson.

Know anything about it?

- I don't know nothin' about any arrow.

- [Jeff] Nothing?

- No.

- I think you need a drink,
might refresh your memory.

- That'll do.

- All of it.

(Hodges coughs)

That arrow that killed Mr. Thompson,

was Arapahoe, but you don't
know anything about it?

- No!

(groans)

No more, please.

- Down with it.

- I can't tell you what
I don't know, Captain.

- [Jeff] You don't know
anything about that arrow?

- Unless it was Apaches.

I have no idea.

Apache.

- Drink it.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(door handle rattles)

(knocks)

- Who's out there, what do you want?

- It's Hodges, Mr. Owens.

Gotta see ya, it's important.

- What could be so important
at this time of night?

Oh, you're drunk.

You'll be court martialled
for breaking arrest.

What do you want here?

- Some answers, who killed Thompson?

- You must be out of your mind.

- Maybe so, but the Apaches didn't do it.

They wouldn't have used an Arapahoe arrow.

- Arapahoe?
- That's right.

That arrow was so crooked,
it couldn't have been shot.

- Oh, so that's it.

I knew Greer was up to something.

- Keep talking.
- Well...

You know the position
I'm in here, Captain.

These people look to me for leadership.

Unfortunately, I can't control 'em all.

Now, Greer came to me a few
days ago, said he had a plan

that would help our cause.

He did ask me if he could
borrow one of those old arrows.

- I see.

(Hodges snores)
(suspenseful music)

(glass smashes)

Stay there.

Over here, we'll go out the back way.

- [Owens] But it's not
the way you believe.

I told you it was Greer.

Look, Captain, can't we make a deal?

(bucket rattles)

(gun fires)

- I seen...

- Get rid of it.

Owens was just on his
way to tell the colonel

how you killed Thompson.

- He won't be able to
tell him now, will he?

- No, he won't.

But you will.

(distant guns fire)

(distant guns fire)

- I tell you, we can't
get through 'em Apaches.

(distant guns fire)
(suspenseful music)

You're turning me loose?
- Sure am.

- You need me, don't you, boy?
- Yeah.

Just long enough to help
me get rid of those two.

- Oh, no.

Killin' Apaches is against the law.

Besides, I ain't lookin' forward

to spendin' the next few years in jail.

- Jail would be a lot better
than what those Apaches will do

to you if they ever
get their hands on you.

You make up your own mind.
- My mind's made up.

- You need me, too, don't ya?

Come on.

(dramatic orchestral music)
(Jeff and Greer yell)

(distant guns fire)
(suspenseful music)

(guns fire)

- Well, the command's pretty well shot up.

(ominous orchestral music)
(guns fire)

Hold your fire!

It's the captain!

- Hang onto him, Sergeant.

Colonel Perry, Ramirez got through to me.

Help is on its way.

- Stanton, I'll see that
word of what you've done

gets into the report.
- Let's have him, Sergeant.

Colonel, here's the man that swore

he saw an Apache kill Thompson.

I think he's ready to tell the truth now.

- Well, go ahead.

- It's like I said before, Colonel.

The Apaches killed Thompson.

- Sergeant Cobb?
- Yes, sir.

- Throw him out there and
let him make a run for it.

(Greer grunts)

(gun fires)
(bullet ricochets)

(guns fire)

- Alright!

(guns fire)

Indians never killed him.

I done it.

- I want a signed confession.

Give him paper and a pencil, Sergeant.

Sir, if I can reach Victorio
and convince him that you

and the townspeople were taken
in by Greer and Owens, well,

I'm sure I can arrange a truce,
with your permission, sir.

- Permission granted.

- If successful, I'll signal
from the rim of that hill.

- Good luck.

(guns fire)
(bullets ricochet)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(bullet ricochets)

(Apaches howl)
(guns fire)

(Red Hawk speaks Spanish)

- Victorio, (speaks Spanish) Victorio.

(somber orchestral music)

- My father, Captain.

Well, Captain?

- That's up to you, Red Hawk.

You're their chief now, you
have to make the decisions.

If it's war, then there's no
future for you or your people.

If you want peace, read
this, it's a signed statement

of the man who killed the Indian agent.

- Has your colonel seen this?

- Yes, he asked for a truce.

- I will meet with the colonel.

- He's waiting for my signal.

Miss Gillis, how is she?

- As far as you are
concerned, she is dead.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- Colonel.

Captain Stanton made it, there it is.

- Sergeant, get my horse.
- Yes, sir.

Colonel, look.

It's the reinforcements
Captain Stanton sent for.

They're in position
and waitin' for orders.

But we won't need them now, will we, sir?

- Sergeant.

Break out the heliograph
equipment from the wagon.

I wanna send a message.
- Yes, sir.

- Match this.

(somber orchestral music)

- Colonel, this is Red Hawk.

He is now chief of the Mescalero Apaches.

- Let's discuss the terms.

- I will tell you the terms.

My people will go back to the reservation.

There are to be no reprisals
by you or your government.

- That sounds reasonable, Colonel.

- You give your word?

- Colonel?

- I guess I have no choice, Captain.

- Do we have your word, Colonel?

- You have his word.

- He must tell me.

(rousing horn melody)

(dramatic orchestral music)

- I'm sorry, I can't keep that promise.

Order your people to drop your
arms, you're under arrest.

- Colonel, you let me give my word.

- I needed the time.

- Liar!

(moody orchestral music)

- [Narrator] After three
weeks in the hospital,

Captain Stanton was ordered
to await the arrival

of General Nelson from Washington.

- Colonel, your work out here is finished.

I'll see that you're
transferred back east.

- Yes, sir.

- You'll take charge of this post, Major.

- I appreciate your confidence,
although I can't accept.

Here's my resignation.

- Your resignation, I
thought you'd be pleased?

- I would be, if we'd been able
to make an honorable peace.

- Stanton, my orders were to
get an unconditional surrender.

I'm sorry I had to use
you, but I had no choice.

- Didn't you?

- Would you leave us, please, Colonel?

- Sir.

- Officers with a sense
of duty towards humanity

with compassion are hard to find.

Your father was such a man.

Unfortunate they didn't find
out until it was too late.

I'd like you to reconsider, Stanton.

- I've made up my mind, General.

Sorry.

- So am I.

- Red Hawk, I want you to know something.

I disagree with the army and
the department of the interior

about shipping you and
your people off to Texas.

I can't change what has
happened, but for whatever

it's worth, I've just
handed in my resignation.

- They say the reservation in
Texas has a running stream,

tall grass.

My people are being given a fresh start.

The Texans have no old wounds

to remind them of the bad days.

But you must not leave the army.

- You're the last person I ever
thought I'd hear that from.

- When we met beside my father's body,

you spoke of the responsibility
I have to my people,

and their future.

You have as much
responsibility to the tribes

that will be brought to
this place after we leave.

If you stay,

you will not be alone.

One cannot dictate to the heart.

Visit me one day in Texas.

Bring your children.

- At ease, hut!

(joyful orchestral music)

(upbeat orchestral music)