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From the archives of the United States

Cavalry, the true stories of Colonel

Ronald McKenzie and the cavalrymen he

led. McKenzie's raiders. His secret

orders from the president of the United

States. Clean up the Southwest. Make it

a fit place for Americans to live. Wipe

out the renegades, outlaws, and

murderers. If necessary, cross the Rio

Grand knowing capture means hanging by

the enemy. Discovery court marshal by

the United States Army.

Southwest Texas 1873.

Harsh, violent, punishing country. A

territory in the grip of savage warfare

waged between settler and Indian. Raid

upon raid exacted a toll of misery and

death.

Colonel McKenzie and his thinly spread

fourth cavalry found it all but

impossible to help the territory to the

peace that was needed so badly on both

sides.

However, one plan offered a possible

solution to the problem. It was a long

range experiment to turn the Indian from

warrior into peaceful farmer. One that

could bring lasting peace or if it

failed, a return to bloody warfare.

>> Corporal, where's the next spot?

>> Come on, Corporal. What'd you do? Go to

sleep, Corporal.

But there was one man whose purposes

were best served by seeing the

experiment utterly destroyed.

>> Go through his pockets. Make it look

like a robbery.

>> Kenzie will be hopping mad when he finds

out about this.

>> What can Mackenzie do about it? Nobody's

going to bring a bunch of filthy Indians

into this valley. Not while there's a

breath of life left in me.

And so, Chief Senico, if your people

succeed, it'll be an example for other

tribes.

Uh, Mr. Marcy, your advanced party ready

to leave? I'm ready to go, Colonel.

>> Mr. Marcy is an expert in land

cultivation. He's been sent out here to

teach your people how to take their food

from the soil.

>> You have chosen well, Colonel McKenzie.

I know this land. It is strong and rich.

There is no buffalo to hunt.

>> Ah, Greywolf,

you must turn from the buffalo and learn

to take your food from the soil.

>> To till the soil is the work of a

squire. The Comanche is a warrior, a

hunter.

And now you will make him a man without

honor.

>> My son, our ways must change or there

will be no Comanche.

>> No one will ever say that Senako was a

chief without honor.

>> Colonel, I've already chosen a temporary

campsite. Plenty of water. We can start

plowing our fields north of there.

>> I'll leave all the technical details in

your hands, Mr. Marcy. Just get started

as soon as you can. The rest of the

tribe will be arriving within the week.

Oh, and when Commissioner Cameron comes

out, he'll want to come out and take a

look around, too.

>> When does he do at the fort?

>> Sometime tomorrow morning.

McKenzie wishes his friend success.

Good luck.

>> Thanks, Carl.

>> Come in,

>> Colonel. The two men we sent to pull

signs of Clear Far were found murdered

about 3 miles from Grayson's place.

>> Ramsay and Hall.

>> Yeah, they must have been jumped for

their money. They were stripped clean.

>> Sometimes I wonder if the world is based

on reason or on madness.

All right, get our horses.

What is it, Kirk?

>> A couple of our boys just spotted

Mackenzie coming down the trail. He'll

be here in a few minutes. I told you

messing with the government means

trouble.

>> Now, you listen to me, Kirk. I spent 15

years of sweat making this the best

ranch in the valley, and I'm not going

to stop now.

>> Well, you've got everything around here,

but the valley, do you want that, too?

>> Yes, I do. I tried to buy that land from

the government, and they refused to sell

it to me.

>> Well, maybe you'll be able to make a

deal now.

>> A deal with who? A bunch of Redskins

playing farmer. The river runs right

through that valley onto my spread, and

they'll be using it for irrigation. The

only deal I'll make now will be a

one-way deal.

>> We can't take on the whole United States

Army.

>> We don't have to take on the whole

United States Army. I've got 40 good men

with 40 good rifles. They'll be able to

handle the Comanches. And as for

McKenzie, he's got a thousand miles to

patrol, and he won't be worrying about a

few warriors. Now, you go out there and

greet him.

Hello, Colonel. Come in. Thank you.

Won't you sit down?

Thank you.

>> What brings you here, Colonel?

>> Two of my men were robbed and murdered

at Clear Forks. Oh, that's bad.

When did it happen?

>> Yesterday. I thought maybe one of your

men might have seen or heard something.

>> No, we don't often get over to the

valley except to look for strays. Do you

hear anything about this?

>> No. Maybe it's a couple saddle tramps or

Indians. They're always wandering

through here giving us trouble.

>> Well, I do hope you'll have your men

keep their eyes open. I wouldn't like

anything to happen to the government

experiment. experiment.

>> Yes, the government is trying out an

Indian farm over at Clear Forks.

>> Well, what do you know?

>> That'll never work, McKenzie. Indians

are lazy. You can't trust them either.

They're a thieving, murderous savage.

Frankly, I don't like the idea of them

being next to me. First thing you know,

they'll be stealing my cattle.

>> Not necessarily. Not if we teach them

how to work the land. A man who's not

hungry is seldom a thief.

>> Trying to change an Indian is like

trying to take the smell out of a skunk.

You can't do it.

We can try, Mr. Grayson.

>> It's the waste of the taxpayers's money.

I guarantee you they'll hight tail it

out of here with their first little bit

of sweat. You'll see.

>> I'm afraid those Indians are going to be

your neighbors for some time, sir.

>> And I'll expect your cooperation.

Do you wish to cooperate, Kirk?

>> I think it'd be real neighborly.

Now that's the way it's done.

Now you try it, Greywolf. Remember,

straight and steady.

All righty.

Let him plow nice, neat rows, and

tonight we'll do the planting.

Dynamite, a new word, a new force. It

could help man carbon nation from the

wilderness or in the wrong hands,

destroy him.

>> You must learn well. You will have to

teach the others. A Comanche was meant

to ride a horse, not to follow behind

one in the dirt.

>> When I taught you to use the bow, you

did not master that the first day

either.

Greywolf, when you see that first green

living thing break through the earth,

all your work will be rewarded.

Tomorrow, when the seeds arrive, I will

teach you how to plant.

The seed and supply wagon you sent out

this morning represents an investment of

$2,890.

We estimate it will cost us 50 cents per

DM per Indian to keep them going until

the first crop.

Now, our total investment will be

$59,000.

In terms of my department's budget, this

represents an exorbitant sum. Therefore,

we must insist you make no unauthorized

expenditures.

>> Well, I I really don't have time for the

bookkeeping, Commissioner Cameron. I'm

all in favor of the program, but uh I

must warn you that turning a Comanche

into a farmer is no easy task.

>> Colonel, during the past 12 months, more

than 4 million buffalo were slaughtered.

In 5 years, the Indian's food supply

will vanish completely.

>> That's right. That's right. Either he

learns what we have to teach him, or he

faces ultimate starvation and

extinction. The Indian has no choice. He

must cooperate.

>> Well, I wouldn't explain it to a

Comanche brave in just those terms.

They're are very proud people.

>> Well, you talk to him any way you like.

We're interested in results at the

lowest possible cost.

>> I understand, Mr. Commissioner.

>> Pardon, sir. Mr. Marcy's outside. Says

it's urgent.

>> Heaven come in.

>> What's up, Mr. Marcy? It's unbelievable,

Colonel. Last night when we finished

plowing one of the fields, it blew up.

>> Blew up?

>> What do you mean it blew up? It's just

what it did. Ruined a whole day's work.

>> What's this man talking about, Colonel?

That's what I'm trying to find out.

Commissioner,

>> are you Commissioner Cameron?

>> That's right. I'm Dave Marcy. I can't

explain it. I've never seen anything

like it before in my life. It was like

10 kegs of gunpowder going off all at

once.

>> Gunpowder? Yeah. It may have been

gunpowder. It may have been something

else. Anybody hurt?

>> No, but plenty scared. I did all I could

to calm him down. Gay Wolf was all for

leaving, but Cynical promised I'd stay

put.

>> Sergeant.

>> Yes, sir.

>> Organize a patrol. We've got trouble

over in Clear Forks. I'll ride with you.

We've got to catch that seed and supply

wagon

on the double. You said it might not

have been gunpowder, Colonel. What else

could it be? Do you ever hear of a new

explosive called dynamite?

Beautiful stuff. You can move mountains

with this, Kirk.

>> You sure you got a long enough fuse?

Remember what happened when we damned

the waters up in the North Canyon?

>> You worried too much, Kirk? Big ideas

take big men and power. And this is all

the power I want.

>> Here comes a wagon.

Throw it.

point.

McKenzie's orders. Clean up the

Southwest at all costs. Make the

territory safe. Help to settle the

Comanche in Clear Forks. See that they

are taught how to farm. But McKenzie had

yet to realize the ruthlessness of

Matthew Grayson, a man driven by power

and prejudice, determined to blast the

Comanches from Clear Forks.

They were they were blown off the face

of the earth.

Sergeant, tell Mr. Marcy to come over.

I'll dictate a report later.

>> I must say, Colonel McKenzie, I don't

understand this.

>> It's very simple. Your department just

lost $2,900.

And when you enter it on your books, you

might also enter the cost of the lives

of two men.

>> No need to get tested, Colonel. I'm just

trying to find out what the devil

happened.

Yeah, I'm sorry.

There was dynamite. All right. I saw an

ordinance test back east. I'll never

forget it.

>> This just doesn't make sense. Who'd have

dynamite out here?

>> Matthew Grayson. He's been using it for

months to clear roads and divert water

on these lands.

>> You think this uh Grayson is responsible

for the wagon?

>> Could be. And he could have blown up

that plowed field. And he could have

murdered the two men I sent out to post

signs at Clear Fork. I wouldn't put

anything past him. He hates Indians.

Then what are we waiting for? Let's

place him under arrest.

>> The army's taught me one thing, Mr.

Commissioner. Never go off halfcocked.

That dynamite might have been stolen

from Grayson. On the other hand, if it

is Grayson,

if he does have a plan to take over that

valley and drive out the Comanches, then

I better have a better plan to trap him.

>> Colonel, the sergeant told me what

happened. What are we going to do now?

>> There's only one thing we can do. Keep

those Indians in Clear Forks and make it

apparent they're going to stay there

>> after what happened last night. They're

afraid to go out in those fields and

work.

>> They'll work. They'll work if you and

the commissioner go over there and pitch

in. Set an example. Try to try to show

them that there's nothing to be afraid

of.

>> Well, what will that accomplish? It

won't take care of Grayson.

>> I'm not so sure. Maybe we can make him

bite if we use the right bait. Grayson

is a greedy, bigoted man. He's obsessed

with the hatred of the Indian. If we can

convince him those Indians are going to

stay in that valley, we can sting him

into doing something drastic.

>> Well, why use subtrauge? I say let's go

in and arrest him.

>> I have no proof. The dynamite is the

only link to Grayson. I've got to catch

him actually planting it.

>> How? You leave that to me.

>> But what am I going to say to

Washington?

>> I'll take the responsibility,

gentlemen.

Sergeant.

Yes, sir. Sergeant,

have a detail of men ready to leave for

Clear Forks at sundown.

We're going to move into that valley

under cover of night on foot. The men

are to be deployed around the plowed

field and the camp. They're to be

concealed at all times, but I want them

to keep their eyes open. The lives of

the people in that camp depend on their

vigilance. Now, they're to communicate

with each other by signal only. But

remember, if even a field mouse gets in

there tonight, I want to know it.

>> I understand, sir.

To all outward appearances, the farm

experiment continued normally. However,

the area was now sealed off by Colonel

McKenzie and his raiders, a small group

of highly trained specialists, experts

in the art of violence, whose duties

were dangerous, whose orders were

secret.

>> All right. Thank you.

>> I haven't worked this hard since I was a

boy back on the farm in New Hampshire.

>> Now, when the Indians leave the valley,

we'll bring in our men and go to work on

the headarters. If we blast here in this

narrow spot and build the dam, we'll

have a controlled flow from the wershed.

>> Kirk, when I take over Clear Forks, you

can stand on the highest ridge and see

nothing but my land, no matter which way

you turn.

Have

>> the Indians left?

>> No. Two men came in and the Indians

pitched camp again. Now they're back out

plowing the fields. Look like they're

going to stay.

>> What?

>> I don't know what's going on.

>> I knew it.

>> Well,

we let them break their backs. A little

dynamite placed in the right spot.

Perhaps on the slope overlooking their

camp will bring down half the mountain

side. We'll bury them all with one clean

sweep.

Oh, get a case of dynamite and put it in

the cave near the headarters. We'll work

out of there.

I don't like it. It's too quiet.

>> You think Mackenzie's out there?

>> I guess he's out there someplace. Maybe

we ought to turn in.

>> Well, one night I won't get much sleep.

How long we've been here now, Sergeant?

>> 2 hours and 45 minutes, sir?

>> Yeah.

Hold it.

>> What do you want?

>> I'll ask the questions. What are you

doing here?

>> Grayson sent you, didn't he? To blow up

the camp.

>> Look, if you want to question me, let's

go somewhere else.

>> You're not going anywhere. You're going

to stay right here. If that dynamite

goes up, you go up, too.

All right, men. Take cover, but keep him

in your sights.

>> No, please don't leave me here.

>> You haven't got much choice, mister.

Take one step and you'll die by my

rifles. Stay here and you'll die by your

own dynamite.

>> It's Grayson's dynamite.

>> Where is he?

>> Up there in a cave.

>> Will you take us to him?

>> Yes, anything. As long as we can get out

of here before it's too late. Sergeant.

All clear, sir. All right. Lead the way.

Why don't you sit down? Well,

>> what's keeping him so long? Well,

>> why don't you go out and have a look for

yourself? It'll make you feel any

better.

Did you see anything?

>> No. There's something wrong. The

dynamite should have gone off by this

time.

>> Oh, maybe he didn't plan it right.

>> Not Hog. He knows how to handle his

stuff.

>> Oh, maybe the Indians planted a guard

and he couldn't get through. Will

>> you stop behaving like a pregnant woman?

>> Somebody's out there. Hog.

Ah, there's nobody out there.

>> I tell you, I heard something.

>> Grayson, you're trapped. You're bottled

up. Come on out.

>> Need the rifle.

>> You try to get me, I'll put a bullet in

your head.

Grayson,

>> what are we going to do? They wait us

out.

>> I'll take care of them.

>> Grayson, this is McKenzie. We've got

your man. Now we're taking you. Come on

out.

Heat. Heat.

With the threat of Matthew Grayson

removed, the Valley of Clear Forks

became the new home of the warriors who

worked the soil. And for McKenzie,

another step toward helping the

territory grow.

And you will be pleased to learn,

Commissioner Cameron, No, strike that,

Commissioner Cameron. You'll be pleased

to learn that the Indians are already

planning to double their acreage for

next year.

You got that?

>> Yes, sir.

>> Now, final paragraph. Uh, you will also

be pleased to know that we have stayed

well within our budget. There have been

no unauthorized expenditures.

Underline unauthorized. Your obedient

servant. So forth forth cavalry

commanding. Uh, don't disturb me until I

let you know.

>> Hey, wait a minute. She can't go in

there. We wish to see the colonel.

>> I'm sorry. The colonel can't be

disturbed.

I told you I didn't want to be

disturbed. What's this commotion? They

insisted, sir.

>> It's all right, Sergeant.

>> You will honor us, my white brother, if

you accept this offering from the

Comanche's first harvest.

>> I am honored.

Uh, Sergeant,

thank you. Thank you.

McKenzie's raiders rode again and again

carrying out the secret orders of the

president of the United States. Do

whatever necessary to clean up the

Southwest. Make it a decent place for

people to live. Ride with McKenzie's

Raiders as they relive the blazing pages

of History in the Making.

Heat. Heat.

From the archives of the United States

Cavalry. The true stories of Colonel

Rand McKenzie and the cavalrymen he led.

McKenzie's raiders. his secret orders

from the president of the United States.

Clean up the Southwest. Make it a fit

place for Americans to live. Wipe out

the renegades, outlaws, and murderers.

If necessary, cross the Rio Grand,

knowing capture means hanging by the

enemy. Discovery court marshal by the

United States Army.

West Texas, close to the Rio Grand. Fall

1877.

Harsh, relentless land of the pioneer.

Land that was still to be tamed. And

land two of the fourth United States

Cavalry under the command of Colonel

Ranold Slidell McKenzie.

The secret orders had been simple. Enter

Chuma Valley and counter and apprehend

James Bu and Hargus.

>> The raiders are ready, Colonel.

>> Good.

I want you to circle around behind

Harcus and his men through the medicine

wells area and we'll have him in a vice.

I'll give you an hour and a half to get

in position. Then we'll move in from the

other side.

>> Yes, sir. I understand.

The plan had been simple. Two units of

McKenzie's raiders would attack

simultaneously from opposite sides. But

again, Harkcus had been alerted. He was

escaping. Too far away to be of

assistance were the other raiders.

It was left to McKenzie to complete the

capture. To do this meant crossing the

Rio Grand and violating Mexican

sovereignty, for it was in Mexico Harkus

sought his escape. It was there he

believed he was safe from pursuit. It

was there scant hours later he was being

tracked to Earth.

For months, Harkcus and his men had

terrorized the settlers of Chuma Valley.

For months, they had been free to rob

and pillage.

Come, man. Let's go.

McKenzie's relentless pursuit gave Hawus

no choice but to make a stand.

Come back.

So death came to these men of Fort

Clark. The report of a federalist patrol

sent Harkcas and his men back across the

Rio Grand to safety. But fate had

decreed that Rand McKenzie would survive

this carnage to fight again.

Sorely wounded but alive, McKenzie faced

the terrible problems ahead.

Miles of trackless waste lay before him.

The danger of discovery by Mexican

soldiers existed. And once the great

river was crossed, there was Chuma

Valley, Harkcus' domain. But find his

other patrol he must. Then one man

Harkcus must be made to pay.

Where is he?

It's Hawkus. He wants to talk to you.

You can tell your friends it didn't

work.

>> I didn't have nothing to do with it, Mr.

Hawk.

>> But you knew about it and you didn't say

anything.

>> Mr. Hawkins, please.

>> You made your choice. You stick with it.

>> I didn't make any choice. Nobody told me

nothing. I just thought it was talk.

>> Well, this ain't just talk. You tell him

for me that Mackenzie and his soldiers

are dead. I'm back in Chuma Valley, back

to stay. Everything is just as it was.

And if you and your friends don't like

it, you can move out. Your land won't be

vacant long.

>> Please, Mr. Hawkins, that didn't have

anything to do with the soldiers coming.

Sly, don't look at me like that.

What was I supposed to have done?

What can one man do against him?

Light the lamp, Clay. It'll be dark

soon.

I need help. Please help me,

>> soldier.

>> I'm hurt

and I'm tired.

>> It ain't safe here.

>> I can't help you. Please go away for

your own sake. Go away.

>> I need help.

>> There's no help here for anyone.

He's an officer. Maybe Mackenzie

herself.

>> McKenzie is dead. Harkus said so.

>> But don't you see? No matter who it is,

if I tell Harkcus.

>> But you wouldn't tell Harkus.

You just relax, soldier. I'm going to

fetch a doctor.

Be back directly. Soldier,

>> get out. Get out while there's still

time. No doctor's coming.

>> There is no doctor in Schuma Valley. Do

you understand?

He's gone back to get Hawas. He's gone

to bring Hawus back to kill you. He

figures he can save our land by turning

you over to him.

>> Please. Please. There's nothing you can

do. Just go and hurry.

>> Yeah.

>> Thank you.

>> I'm sorry.

He's gone.

was it McKenzie?

>> I don't know.

>> We'll find him. He can't have gone far.

Heat. Heat.

You are my

You won't need this here.

>> My name is McKenzie.

>> Yes. And my name is Albert Penn.

>> You don't seem to understand. Somebody's

looking for me.

>> I do understand. That's the way in this

land. The hunter and the hunted.

>> But in this case, the hunter is James

Buland Harkcus.

>> Who else in Schuma Valley?

>> You're not afraid of him?

>> Very much, but I'm an old man and I have

learned to live with many things. I can

live with fear.

If I can get this shoulder fixed, I I've

got a patrol somewhere in this valley.

It'll take a steadier hand than I have

to fix that shoulder.

>> Have you seen a cavalry patrol?

>> At least the bleeding stopped.

No, I haven't seen them. But John

Leonard said he saw some shoulders this

morning a few miles east of here.

>> There's another cavalry post within

miles. They must be from Fort Clark.

>> I've got to find them

>> in your condition in the dark.

>> That bullet scraping against the bone.

It's got to come out

>> and soon.

>> Right now. Get a knife.

>> I told you I can't do it, son. It's not

fear this time, but age. If I dug for

that piece of lead, you might never use

that arm again.

>> Get a knife. I'll dig it out myself.

That's for story books.

No man could.

>> Arcus,

>> who else at this hour

come

through the woods? You may be able to

lose him that way.

Come right in, Mr. Hawk.

>> You're up kind of late, aren't you, Pen?

>> Establishing a curfew.

>> You've been alone all night

>> most of the time. I was over at

Leonard's earlier.

>> I don't like to play games, Pen. Has

anybody been here?

>> Nobody.

>> Well, then you don't mind if we look

around.

Been

alone all night, huh? Since one of you

started carrying a cavalry pistol.

You're lucky, old man. Your days are

numbered. Or else I'd kill you right

now.

Morning in Chuma Valley, country of the

oppressed, McKenzie fought to escape the

relentless pursuit of James Buell and

Harkcus. To live, he had to find his

patrol or friends willing to face the

brutal wrath of the man who ruled this

valley.

Don't turn around or I'll shoot.

Now drop the rifle.

Now walk ahead slowly.

All right, stop right there.

>> Mister, you picked the poorest man in

Schuma Valley to rob.

>> Turn around.

>> Well, now isn't that clever of you.

>> I'm not dead yet. I'm a long way from

dead.

>> Well, I'm happy to hear that.

>> I hope you'll be just as happy when

you're swinging at the end of a rope.

>> Mister, what are you talking about?

>> I'm talking about you and Harkcus and

all the rest of that gang.

>> Oh, well, now two things. One, I ain't

one of Harkkey's men. And two, that gun

ain't loaded.

Spent my last shell on a deer. Missed

him, too.

>> Hey, I hope you don't feel as bad as you

look.

If I look as bad as I feel, you better

start digging a hole.

>> Well, here. Come on.

Keeps cool down the whale. How you

feeling? I don't know yet.

I guess I'm supposed to say I needed

that. Well, I can't speak for you,

Colonel, but

I know that I sure do.

You know, my mom would be right proud of

me now. Always wanted I should be a

doctor.

>> Off hand, I'd say you made a pretty fair

one.

>> I'd say we both been pretty lucky.

>> You ever done anything like this before?

>> Yeah, once during the war. Operated on

the horse. He lived though.

That's reassuring.

>> All fooling aside though, Colonel, about

this lost patrol of yours, how do you

reckon to go about finding them?

>> I was in hopes they'd find me.

>> Well, if Harkus don't find you first.

>> Harkcus has had several chances now.

He's missed every one of them.

>> Harkus needs not to miss. Just once.

>> Yeah.

I've got to find that patrol. You

wouldn't get two miles, Colonel, without

that shoulder of yours bleeding like a

stuck hog.

>> I was figuring maybe you might help me.

>> Why not? It's your fight, too.

>> I had me a part of the big fight,

Colonel.

When I got out of that, the only thing I

had, it was a pair of butternut jeans

and that gray jacket you were wearing.

Now, that is 12 years ago.

But it taught me one thing. When you got

next to nothing, it don't hurt if you're

going to lose it. Harkcus can have my

land. I'm all through fighting.

>> But don't you realize that if just a

handful, just a dozen of you men would

stand together against Harkcus, you

could drive him and his kind out of

Chuma Valley.

>> Colonel, did you know that in one of the

Apache dialects, the word Chuma means

coward?

There aren't too many places left. You

two head north.

>> Check the Brownfield Ranch and Jay

Lawrence's farm. If you don't find that

soldier in 3 hours, meet me at Chad

Kurins.

Forgive me, Sulie.

McKenzie's very presence in Chuma Valley

was bringing courage back to its people.

There was still a chance with their aid

to end the terror of James Harkus.

Then why'd you help me at all? Why'd you

take the chance on Harkcus finding me

here?

>> Colonel, remember I said get next to

nothing. Well, I'm in it. It ain't worth

it.

But got to have some place to bed down.

This here's as good as any. Few and them

soldiers can get rid of Harkness. That's

fine to me.

Oh, I see.

And I couldn't have done that lying out

there in those woods. Something like

that.

No, you saying what you're thinking,

Colonel. It's been 12 years and it's all

been said before.

>> I'm sure it has.

Just wondering what you'd do right now

if rode up. It's been 12 years, Colonel.

Open that door real easy. If it is

Harkcus, step back. I wouldn't want you

to get hurt.

I've ridden half the valley looking for

Hawkus. Chad, you've got to help me.

Colonel McKenzie was at my place.

Thank heavens you're alive. You'll help

us, won't you?

How many shells you got for this rifle?

>> Only three, I think.

>> Yep.

>> Load it.

>> One shotgun, one rifle, and three

shells.

We wouldn't have a chance.

>> Get a horse saddled.

Come on. Come on. We've got to find my

troops.

I've been waiting for you, Harkcus. I

saw you heading this way from the ridge.

Why did you hit Sulie?

>> I can't see Harkus. He's around the

other side of the house.

>> Put that gun down and go home, Tommen.

>> I won't. I'm going to kill you.

>> Go inside and get Carlin.

Let him come in. I'll keep him covered.

You got his weapon.

You made a mistake. Chad McKenzie, are

you in there, too?

>> I did make a mistake.

Do you reckon it's too late, Colonel?

>> No, Chad, it's not too late.

Cover me.

The odds are evening up. If I can get

that pistol.

Mr. Pen, you all right, Mr. Pen?

>> Yeah, he just winged me.

Did you get him?

>> I got him.

We did it, Colonel. We did it. Like you

said, didn't even take a dozen of us.

To the people of Chuma Valley, the short

but bloody fight at Kurland's homestead

meant the end of oppression. To those

troopers who lost their lives in the

ambush, the new freedom in Chuma Valley

was their offering to a country still

growing. And for Colonel Ranold

McKenzie, it meant the successful

completion of another secret order,

which added to all the others brought

the promise of a safe frontier nearer

reality.

McKenzie's raiders rode again and again

carrying out the secret orders of the

president of the United States. Do

whatever necessary to clean up the

Southwest. Make it a decent place for

people to live. Ride with McKenzie's

Raiders as they relive the blazing pages

of History in the Making.

Heat.

Heat.

From the archives of the United States

Cavalry, the true stories of Colonel

Ronald McKenzie and the cavalrymen he

led. McKenzie's raiders. His secret

orders from the president of the United

States. Clean up the Southwest. Make it

a fit place for Americans to live. Wipe

out the renegades, outlaws, and

murderers. If necessary, cross the Rio

Grand, knowing capture means hanging by

the enemy. Discovery court marshal by

the United States Army.

June 13th, 1874. Four. Morning. A lone

courier and a punished animal sped

through the vast waste of southwest

Texas. The courier bore a message so

vital, so secret that it could not be

relayed by telegraph or mail. The man

for whom it was intended, the commander

of Fort Clark, Colonel Reynold Slidell

McKenzie,

the man from whom it came, the President

of the United States.

Uh, Sergeant,

>> I did like the Colonel said, sir, that

courier asleep for a week.

>> Uh, stand at ease.

>> Did you see Toad got something to eat?

>> Well, Colonel, I made the mistake of

showing him his bed roll first. He sure

must have rode a long way.

>> He did. Sergeant,

I'll need you and three other raiders,

volunteers from our group.

>> Yes, sir. There's uh me and Dixon Brown.

>> Sergeant, I said volunteers.

>> Yes, sir. Uh volunteers for what, sir?

We're going to take a ride into Mexico.

>> Yes, sir.

>> About 340 miles into Mexico.

>> Yes, sir.

I must say, you took it better than I

did.

>> Took what, sir?

>> 340 mi.

That means there can't be any quick dash

back across the Rio Grand if we get into

trouble.

>> Yes, sir.

>> All right, Sergeant. Organize the

volunteers. Right away, sir. Oh, and

Sergeant, you will be sure they're

volunteers, won't you?

>> Oh, yes, sir.

Private Lewis,

Corporal Brown, Corporal Dixon.

Thank you for the volunteers, Sergeant.

At ease,

there's every possibility that we may

fail in the mission we're about to

undertake. There's every need that we do

not fail because if we do, the United

States will probably be at war with

Mexico.

>> I imagine that you've all heard of

Michael Lucas O'Hara.

>> General Michael Lucas O'Hara,

>> right?

>> The Yankee who sold out his battalion at

Pine Ridge.

>> Well, he disappeared in ' 64.

>> He's reappeared in San Rodrigo, Mexico.

Our orders are to go in and get him.

Further, our orders are to bring him out

and within a week's time and without

being seen by federalis.

San Rodrigo is 340 mi below the Mexican

border.

I think you all understand what that

means.

Now,

I'll understand if any of you wants to

withdraw from the mission.

Private Lewis.

>> Ready, sir.

Corporal Brown,

>> ready, sir.

>> Corporal Dixon,

>> ready, sir.

>> Sergeant.

Thank you, man.

Dismiss. Dismiss.

Sir, if the colonel will pardon my

asking. If you'll close the door, the

colonel will pardon you for asking.

>> Sir, why the weak time limit?

>> Sergeant, we've gotten word that O'Hara

is part of a scheme to overthrow the

Mexican government on the 16th, our

information says. Also, he's uh letting

word get around that he has the support

of the United States. Well, why can't

the Mexican government do something

about O'Hara?

>> I'm sure that question's been asked

before. Whatever the answer is, the fact

remains the president has ordered us to

act.

>> I'd almost rather stay in Mexico than

come back without O'Hara.

>> When do we leave, sir?

>> Immediately. We'll carry our own food

and water.

>> And how much ammunition?

>> Well, if we're spotted by federalis, we

can't stay and fight. We've got to run

for it. On the other hand, we'll be

going through Mascalero Apache

territory. That's arid country. Water

will be just as valuable as bullets.

Let's say only 20 rounds per man.

>> Yes, sir.

>> Have the men ready to leave singly in 30

minutes.

>> Yes, sir.

>> So, McKenzie and his raiders assembled

secretly on the American side of the

border. The task before them was an

almost impossible challenge, but the

orders from their commander-in-chief

were specific. Return with John Lucas

O'Hara.

For 36 hours they rode deep into Mexico.

The border was now 200 gruelling miles

behind them. On the second night, now in

Mescalero country, they rested.

Move

the horses

tunnel.

Yeah, they cut the hles and laid off of

the horses.

>> What do we do now, sir?

>> They'll run till they think they're

safe.

And while they think they're safe,

get the saddles. We're going to climb

those rocks.

McKenzie's position was now desperate.

To push deeper into Mexico without

horses was to invite certain disaster.

Yet there could be no turning back. Only

one slim chance remained to McKenzie.

And on this chance he had to gamble.

What's the matter, kid?

>> My poor horse.

>> Huh?

>> To think he has to carry me, too.

Colonel, how far do you figure we've

come on foot?

>> 30 mi, maybe.

>> Still at least 100 to go.

>> And 345 miles back.

Let's get some rest while we can.

pull isn't possible, is it?

>> The colonel seems to think so. That's

good enough for me.

Come on.

Come on.

Finally, after three and a half

torturous days, their goal was in sight.

Lewis, bring my blanket.

>> Blanket, sir?

Not even one guard. Maybe they weren't

expecting us. Suppose we ought to wake

them. Let them know we're here.

>> Nah, let them sleep. They're probably

tired.

>> No telling how many there are inside.

Sergeant,

>> what are we going to do?

After 345 miles, you're still asking

that.

>> All right.

While they're still sleeping, we'll go

in there and take him. Sergeant, bring

that blanket.

Lewis, you stay here and cover us.

Coming and going. All right, follow me.

Having come 340 perilous miles, McKenzie

and his raiders had now to breach

O'Hara's stronghold to find the man who

would willfully destroy the growing

peace between Mexico and the United

States.

Give me a knife, Dixon.

So hurry up there, girl. That room is

full of men.

Move that over.

Suppose he was guarding somebody

important. Only one man I know that

needs a bodyguard. Well,

>> seeing as he ain't going to be able to

guard anybody for time, I'd like to

volunteer for his job.

Xavier, is that you? Bring me a fresh

towel, will you please?

Your honor, I had nothing on you,

mister. Just give me a reason.

>> Tie him up.

Go ahead, General O'Hara. For me, just

one little sound.

>> Tie his boots around his neck.

>> If we're spotted, make sure that you get

him before they get us.

>> Your boots, huh?

>> All right, quiet. Let's go.

Get him up on that horse, Sergeant. You

ride double with him and be careful.

Dixon, you and Brown mount double on the

other horse and ride to where we left

ours. If

>> it's all the same, S I'll stay with you.

>> It's not all the same. Mount up.

Come on. Come on.

>> Good work, son. Now, let's get out of

here.

>> It's been too easy.

>> Gets tougher as we go along. Go on.

Dixon, give me a knife.

I'm much obliged to you, but aren't you

afraid I might escape?

>> No.

This is Mecalero Apache country. One man

alone wouldn't have much chance.

>> If you get me to Washington, I'll have

no chance here. At least I can. From

what I've heard about you, Mr. O'Hara,

you're not a man who likes to take

chances with his own personal safety.

>> And what have you heard, Colonel?

>> That rather than die needlessly, I

capitulated to the enemy.

>> That you sacrificed the trust of your

men in order to secure your own safety.

>> They could have enjoyed that safety as

much as I.

>> Instead, they chose something a soldier

calls honor, and they died at

Andersonville.

>> It was their choice.

>> Tell me, Mr. Rohara, was it easier to

sell out your country down here in

Mexico than to sell out your own men at

Pineriidge?

>> Colonel, I found out when I was quite

young.

A man's conscience is too often a

barrier to personal gain.

I have simply denied mine.

It's interesting. I've never talked to

anyone like this before.

>> It's too bad you haven't. H

>> maybe those men wouldn't have had to die

at Andersonville prison.

Indian sir.

Two more, Colonel.

>> Yeah.

Let's get out of here. At a gallop.

HEAT.

HEAT.

HEAT. HEAT.

WATCHING.

They're going away. Why is that,

Colonel?

>> I don't know.

I don't know.

He's dead.

The Indians must have known. That's why

they ran off.

>> Won't those Apaches come back?

They wanted our horses, maybe our

scalps, but they won't come within miles

of this place now. This man died of

smallox.

>> We better get out of here.

>> No, I think it's all right. He's

probably been dead 24 hours. Wouldn't be

much chance of contamination after that.

>> Everyone remain just where they are. I

have a knife at this boy's back.

>> Sure enough has, sir.

>> Your information about the Indians is

most comforting, Colonel. It'll ease my

mind on the way back to San Rodrigo.

>> It's a bad try, O'Hara. We all of us

came on this mission expecting death.

>> Just say the word. This one will get it

first.

>> Go ahead and take him, Colonel. I'll

take my chances.

>> This makes the odds just a little bit

better. I can get two of you. Maybe

three.

>> Don't let him get away. Do something.

>> Don't make a move.

>> Get away from that door.

I'm not afraid, sir. Sarge Nixon.

>> What'd you get your son?

>> It's all right, sir. You got me in the

hand.

I grabbed the blade.

>> But it hurts.

>> Sure it does.

>> Strange. I never figured on his loyalty

to you.

Loyalty is something you know very

little about Mr. O'Hara.

But you sir.

>> Oh,

it hurts.

By all reckonings, the mission should

have failed, but it didn't. At best, the

casualties should have been high, but

they weren't.

In the daily reports, McKenzie's journey

into Mexico was listed simply mission

accomplished. For their part in the raid

on San Rodrigo, the raiders received

commendations from the man who had led

them. Colonel Reynold Slidell McKenzie,

Fourth Cavalry Commanding, Fort Clark,

Texas.

McKenzie's raiders rode again and again,

carrying out the secret orders of the

President of the United States. Do

whatever necessary to clean up the

Southwest. Make it a decent place for

people to live. Ride with McKenzie's

Raiders as they relive the blazing pages

of History in the Making.

Heat.

HEAT.

From the archives of the United States

Cavalry, the true stories of Colonel

Randold McKenzie and the cavalrymen he

led. McKenzie's raiders. His secret

orders from the president of the United

States. Clean up the Southwest. Make it

a fit place for Americans to live. Wipe

out the renegades, outlaws, and

murderers. If necessary, cross the Rio

Grand knowing capture means hanging by

the enemy. Discovery court marshal by

the United States Army.

October 1870, the third consecutive

month in which officers, men, civilian

scouts attached to Fort Clark had been

without pay. But at long last, the

accumulated payroll of three bitter

monks was arriving.

Now suppose you all just take your guns

out nice and easy like and drop them

right there in the road.

Now

you in that wagon, you'll find a certain

box. Supposing you just go back there

and grunt and tote it down onto the

road.

Better do it, Weatherby.

I feel a little sorry for you, mister.

Not much, just a little. You're robbing

McKenzie's fourth cavalry.

Well, I didn't take you for Navy.

Now, suppose you get back up on your

horse.

Now, the whole bunch of you just ride

right on down the road just as though

nothing ever happened.

Goodbye.

The Scout Weatherbe spread the word like

hot butter. All Bracketville is gossip

talking about your holdup, sir.

>> My hold up?

>> Oh, I'm sorry, sir. I mean the holdup.

They didn't know you were the bandit.

>> The uh little boy. You arrived yet?

>> He arrived this morning, sir. That kid's

like having a pet panther for a mascot.

This ought to be bait enough.

>> Colonel, if I may, I've been thinking.

>> Well, the Army lieutenant does not

forbid junior officers from thinking.

But it hardly approves.

Besides which, you were thinking about

joining me.

>> Oh, yes, sir. I was thinking that when

you get the girl in case there's

trouble, and one of us could take care

of the girl while the other took care of

the trouble.

>> Sorry, Lieutenant. That would be risking

two officers instead of one. No, we'll

do it as planned.

We've got to get that girl out of

Mexico. In the process, we can also hope

that we'll get Lionel Fulier.

That's the girl, Lieutenant. Mrs.

Wagner.

I've got to know her when I see her. If

I see her.

>> She's awful pretty to be so important to

Washington.

>> She's the key witness in a Senate

investigation. Without her, no

investigation.

Now that we've got that little boy safe

here, we can move. I've waited a long

time to deal with Lionel Fulier.

That expensive hideout of his has been

harboring criminals long enough.

>> It's going to be risky business, sir.

Our security reports indicate that the

Mexicans have greatly increased their

border patrols.

>> Yeah. Can't be helped. We've got to get

Mrs. Wagner out of Mexico. Our orders

are specific on the subject.

Let's hope we also get Lionel Fulier.

The raiders, they'll be ready to leave

at dawn.

>> Yes, sir. All close-mouthed men, sir.

Telling them a secret's like inbalming

it.

>> The pet panther.

>> I'm an Indian.

>> Is mom here?

>> Uh, not yet, Mike, but I'll have her

here for you. I promise you. Oh,

>> I wonder if you'd reconsider, sir.

>> The answer is no, LIEUTENANT.

>> BANG. BANG. YOU'RE BOTH DEAD.

>> BESIDES, you've got to stay here and

take care of Michael. See that nothing

happens to him.

>> Take that. Matt, he's dead.

>> I don't think it's him you have to worry

about, sir.

>> I see what you mean.

>> See you later, Mike.

Sir,

quarter of a mile since we crossed the

river.

>> All right, we'll stop here.

>> Lieutenant, are you clear on your orders

for the next 48 hours?

>> Yes, sir. Colonel, I have my civilian

going on leave close right here.

>> Sorry, Lieutenant. We've been over that

before. The answer is still no.

You guessed right, sir. There is a man

up in that hill. Looks like a century

for Fulier. He couldn't see us cross the

river from up there, but he can sure see

us come out this draw here.

>> Good. I'd like to have a little

audience. Lieutenant, chase me for about

a quarter of a mile. No farther. Then

turn around and go back into the United

States.

>> Yes, sir.

>> All right, men. I want you to shoot at

me. Make it look good. Uh, not too good.

However, I just assume none of you won a

marksmanship medal on me. All right,

let's go. Good luck, sir.

Come on, man.

As McKenzie had anticipated, the sentry

intercepted and escorted him to the

sanctuary of Lionel Fulier.

Mr. Fulier will see you, sir, if you'll

wait here, please.

>> Delighted. Your hat, sir.

Good day to you, sir.

My man Reed here has instructions to

bring you and uh all strangers to see

me. I am Lionel Fulier.

>> Delighted. As a matter of fact, Mr.

Fulier, I was on my way to see you.

We have certain mutual friends, their

names aren't pertinent, who recommend

you as a charming and uh trustworthy

host.

>> And uh your name, sir? Uh perhaps it is

pertinent.

>> Well, what would you like? Smith Jones

Brown or shall we say O'Brien? Uh

Aljernan O'Brien. A little less common.

Huh? May I

I'm Godard.

I uh I may be a little rusty.

>> May I compliment you on your residence,

sir?

>> Thank you. But I simply copied it from a

home I visited once in Boston.

And

>> may I compliment you on your fencing,

sir?

>> Thank you. I studied it at one time in

Europe at a period when it was expedient

for me not to be in the United States.

Very much like now, a woman, you

understand?

>> Very good, Mr. Fulier.

>> A woman. You're a liar. Reed saw you

chased on Mexican soil by a unit of

Mackenzie's cavalry. I find it hard to

believe they'd all be interested in the

same woman. Search him, Reed. Search him

and see if there's a valid reason for

his continued existence.

Well, now that looks like a tidy sum.

>> What about his gun?

>> Well, he's our guest. Who would he

shoot?

Small wonder the cavalry was so keenly

interested in you after you'd relieved

it of its payroll.

But I heard about the incident. Of

course, I must admit it showed a a

certain amount of daring and

imagination. A woman? You said a woman?

Oh, please, sir.

>> Well, I'll probably end up spending it

on a woman. That's my usual pattern.

>> Well, every man has his faults. The

remainder of the payroll, Mr. Uh,

O'Brien, where have you concealed it?

>> Now, Mr. Fulier, you wouldn't want me to

lie to you again.

>> Well, as you choose, it really doesn't

matter. In the end, you'll have paid me

the greater part of it anyway in order

to remain here. You probably understand

that I uh guarantee immunity from the

law, any law. But my price is rather

steep. For example, this will be just

sufficient to uh afford you refuge here

for one week. one.

>> Well, I've learned, Mr. Fulier, that if

one can't control a situation, one can

at least accept it.

>> That's very wise. And now I'll arrange

your accommodation with Samson, our

butler.

>> Oh, yes. Uh, do you have many guests?

>> A few, but everyone has his own quarter,

so you won't be bothered. We assure

privacy at no additional cost. Oh. Uh,

good afternoon, Mrs. Wagner. And how has

your day been?

>> Like all other days here. Charming.

>> Yes. Well, of course you're young and

lovely, and this place must be rather

confining. Mrs. Maria Wagner, may I

present a man who chooses to call

himself Mr. Alenon O'Brien?

>> I'm honored, Mrs. Wagner.

>> I'm not.

>> Well, it didn't take me long to make a

bad impression.

>> Did you expect to make a good one? Here.

In order to fulfill his secret mission,

McKenzie had to first gain the

confidence of Maria Wagner, then second,

find a way to get her safely out of the

hands of Lionol Fulier.

>> Good morning, Mrs. Wagner. May I join

you in your walk?

>> You may not. I have something of

interest to discuss with you.

>> You could discuss nothing of interest to

me, Mr. O'Brien.

>> Not even your son, Michael.

>> What about Michael?

>> Is he Is he all right?

>> The boy's in good health.

>> I see we have company. Is there

somewhere around here where we could

talk with comparative privacy?

>> Yes.

Tell me, Mr. O'Brien, tell me what you

know about.

>> Just in a minute. In a minute.

>> First, I want to take out an insurance

policy.

The kind that I hope will ensure

privacy.

>> That's far enough, mister. You stay

right where you are.

>> I uh I just wanted to say that you're

not nearly as attractive as the lady.

>> Figing on impressing her. Forget it. She

don't like none of us. She won't like

you no better.

>> Well, maybe I'll have beginner's luck,

but I won't have any chance at all if

you insist on sticking close to me like

a chaperon.

>> Huckle, Mr. Falter says for me to tag

you, too. When he says it, you're

tagged.

>> All right, tag us. Keep us inside if you

like, but uh remember, I'm a paying

guest, and I'd like the privilege of

talking to the lady privately.

>> All right, go tell her your lies. Won't

do you no good. But don't you try

scampering away all of a sudden.

>> Why should I, Mr. Reed? I like it here.

>> If we talk quietly, Reed can't hear us.

>> You said something to me about my little

boy.

>> Yes.

>> What can you know about him?

I know that you put him in an expensive

school in the east. All paid for by

certain criminals that hope that you

won't testify against them.

>> I put him there. They did. The criminals

did.

>> Exactly. And that's the way they're

trying to bribe you not to testify

against them.

>> They made me. They made me stay here

until the hearing's over. They made me

by threatening my son's life if I

didn't.

Oh,

>> what's the use? What's the use of

talking to you? Michael's eyes flash

just like yours. Especially when he's

excited.

>> How do you know? When did you see him?

>> Night before last.

>> Night before last.

>> You're a liar. Michael School is in

Connecticut.

>> Michael School is, but Michael isn't.

He's just across the Rio Grand in Fort

Clark being guarded by a very capable

regiment of cavalrymen.

>> Who are you?

>> Colonel Ronald McKenzie. Ma'am, at your

service. Colonel McKenzie, the officer.

>> I don't believe you.

>> I'll tell you something else about

Michael. When he tries to wink one eye,

he can't do it. Both eyes closed.

>> That's Michael. That's my son.

>> Now, if your safety is guaranteed, and

Michael's, of course. Would you be

willing to come back to the United

States and testify?

>> Immediately. Immediately and eagerly.

>> All right. We'll leave tonight,

midnight. I'll have some horses ready.

We'll make a ride for it. Now, slap me

hard.

>> Slap you.

>> Come on. Slap me for Reed's benefit.

Make him think I insulted you. Then

flounce out of here and I'll follow you.

And in the process, I'll lose Reed.

>> When I think of all the men who need

slapping,

>> Mrs. Wagner. Mrs. Wagner.

Keep going and keep complaining loud.

>> Don't Don't touch me. Don't you dare

touch me, Mr. O'Brien. Get away from me.

>> Don't leave me alone. Don't touch me.

Don't you ever touch me again, Mr.

O'Brien. Just stay away from me.

Following his instructions from

McKenzie, Lieutenant Paxton made

preparation to lead the raiders into

Mexico.

>> Yes.

>> Well, you look worried, sir.

>> Puzzled, Samson. Puzzled that O'Brien.

>> O'Brien, sir. What about him?

>> Nothing definite. Nothing I can touch.

Something I vaguely feel about him.

Something wrong?

I suppose it's my imagination. You have

news?

>> Well, nothing important, sir. Just

gossip from Brackadville about Colonel

McKenzie.

>> I suppose it's too much to hope that

he's dead.

>> Well, not quite, sir, but he must be

very ill because he hasn't been seen in

the fort or any place else since the

payroll holdup.

>> Since the payroll holdup? Are you sure

he's there? Are you sure he's ill?

>> Well, no, sir. But if I may be permitted

to say so, you'd be ill, too, if someone

stole that much of your money.

>> Another coincidence. and I distrust

them. O'Brien shows up here the day

after the payroll robbery. McKenzie

hasn't been seen since that day. Do you

think Colonel McKenzie would dare come

here?

>> From what I've heard, he'd dare

anything.

In accordance with McKenzie's timetable,

the Raiders left Fort Clark, crossed the

Rio Grand, and headed for the appointed

rendevous. The next move and the success

of the mission now depended on McKenzie.

Mr. told her I lost O'Brien.

>> You lost him? How?

>> I tagged him and Mrs. Wagner like you

said. When I came up, he was gone. I

couldn't help it. Sir,

>> where's Mrs. Wagner?

>> Just outside.

>> Mr. Foldier, as long as I'm here, I

demand protection from men, beasts like

Mr. O'Brien.

>> Where is Mr. O'Brien?

>> I don't know. He ran away when I

screamed, and I hope he stays gone.

Read if O'Brien isn't found in 10

minutes.

>> Just where have you been, O'Brien?

>> Uh, well, these didn't grow in my hand.

Mrs. Wagner, I looked all over it. These

are the prettiest I could find. By way

of apology,

>> Mr. O'Brien, there's only one thing you

can do for me. Stay away from me.

Oh, Mr. Reed. Mr. Reed, you're right.

She doesn't like any of us.

>> Mr. O'Brien, I can hardly claim that any

of us here is a gentleman, but each of

us tries to act like one. I'd appreciate

a similar attempt on your part.

>> I can appreciate that sentiment, sir.

And uh to try and make amends, I'll

apologize to you.

You take the flowers.

You should be thankful, Reed. He made an

appearance and saved your life for the

present.

I wish I knew. I wish I knew.

>> Knew of Mr. Fulier.

>> If he's Colonel McKenzie,

You know what to do.

>> Almost, Colonel, but not quite.

Get ready. We've got to catch them

before they cross the river.

They're coming.

>> Sound happy?

>> I am. My orders were to get you. My

hopes were to get Foldier, too.

Come on.

What a good friend.

I've got a place picked out.

Here

we are.

Here,

hold these. Hide behind this.

Looking for me, gentlemen.

Don't fire. Samson.

I very much wanted to take you alive,

Mr. Bulier.

>> This is Mexico. You have no jurisdiction

here.

>> No, but I soon will have in about 15

minutes. The Rio Grand is just 15

minutes behind us. Shall we uh

shall we ride to Fort Clark, Mr. Bulier?

Where's Michael?

>> When is he coming?

>> Oh, Mrs. Wagner. Mrs. Wagner, take it

easy. I've sent for him.

There you are. Come in,

Michael.

Got a report on Fulier?

>> Yes, sir. He's in the marshall's

custody.

>> Good. That ends his

lieutenant.

>> You any explanation for your appearance,

mister? How about that shoulderboard?

>> Oh, yes, sir. There's my explanation.

I'm lucky I have a uniform left.

>> Michael. Michael, let's see you wink.

McKenzie's raiders rode again and again

carrying out the secret orders of the

president of the United States. Do

whatever necessary to clean up the

Southwest. Make it a decent place for

people to live. Ride with McKenzie's

Raiders as they relive the blazing pages

of history in the making.

Heat. HEAT.

HEAT.

HEAT.