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Strike!

Nab it, Lieutenant!

Close but clean-- that's a strike.

Uh... strike.

Strike?

That was a foot outside! Maybe more!

Strike.

Ball never come close to being a strike!

That's the way.

Ball!

Ball? Ball?

I don't mean to argue with an officer,

but that sure as spit looked good to me.

I don't think so, Sergeant.

They've gone out!

War party out!

Ulzana's gone out!

War party's gone out!

Ulzana's come out, and they're out on a raid!

Ulzana!

Corporal, get that horse! Force them around! Come on!

All hell's going to break loose!

Ulzana's gone out!

No. I am not anxious to send a large force after Ulzana...

and an unspecified number of warriors.

It's a sorry state of affairs when the Indian agent

can only hazard a guess as how many went out.

Still, it can't be a large party, sir.

They may simply trail south into Mexico.

Come in.

- McIntosh is here, sir. - Send him in.

- Good morning, Mr. McIntosh. - Good morning, Major.

We got a break at the reservation.

- Hear tell Ulzana's gone. - His name was mentioned.

How many more?

Mr. Steegmeyer was uncertain. He thought maybe 6--6 or 7.

Hardly a war party.

- Coffee hot? - Help yourself.

Apache war parties come in all sizes.

There's the kind with 100 braves...

the kind with one.

Has the major posted the homesteaders?

As stated in garrison regulations, Mr. McIntosh.

- How many riders? - Two.

One riding the north loop, the other the west.

And how many mounts?

Captain Gates attended to the detail.

How many horses did you give them, Charlie?

One mount each... as specified--

In garrison regulations, I know.

- Who did you send? - Mulkearn and Horowitz.

Mulkearn? Why, he's just a recruit.

- He was due to go. - When did they go?

10:00. They should be back by late afternoon.

Unless they bring in some homesteaders with them.

Their orders didn't specify escort.

I see.

I think you better get up to the agency.

See if you can get any more precise information.

All right. How many troopers is the major planning to put out?

That decision I won't be able to make

until I know the strength of the hostile force.

And their probable intention.

Their probable intention is to burn, maim,

torture, rape, and murder, Charlie.

Tell agent Steegmeyer

this time I want the names of the guilty parties.

I do not want them slinking back and escaping the consequences again.

It will take a couple hours to get up there.

By the time I get back and go out on his trail,

you'll have given Ulzana more than four hours.

I will not put a force in the field in ignorance.

I just want to be sure we are going after him.

Any band of hostiles leaving a United States Indian agency...

will be pursued and apprehended with all due vigor.

What we have to determine is how many of them there are...

and whether they are hostile.

The first is open to question.

The second you can bet money on.

He's very forthright.

He's a willful, opinionated man with a contempt for discipline,

either moral or military.

He's a good scout, and he knows Apaches,

which I may freely confess is more than I do.

These two going to tell us anything, Ke-ni-tay?

These two not like you.

He not listen to the words.

Old Nachito, he not like any man.

Ask what they think of Ulzana.

Ask them, is he a great war chief?

Is he wiser than Nana...

braver than Chato?

Is he more cruel than Victorio?

Ask them, does he make his wives happy in the night?

Ask them what they think.

Ask them.

You must have experienced a certain sinking of the heart, Lieutenant,

when your orders directed you to Fort Lowell.

No, sir. I wanted to see active service.

Your father's a man of the cloth, I believe.

Yes, sir.

Is he not a little, well, troubled...

that your vocation differs so radically from his?

My father believes it's possible to be both a Christian and a soldier.

Perhaps.

However, I doubt the Apache Indian...

would consider Jesus Christ an inspiring leader.

Well, sir, my father believes...

it's a lack of Christian feeling towards the Indian...

is at the root of our problems with them.

From a pulpit in Philadelphia, that's an easy mistake to make.

-Sir, if they had a chance-- -Lieutenant...

You will take this patrol in place of Captain Gates.

Sir?

You may have an opportunity to test...

some of your father's theories out there.

Thank you, sir. Thank you very much.

There's no need to thank me. I'm not giving you a present.

You will leave as soon as Mr. McIntosh returns.

Yes, sir.

You know what General Sheridan...

said of this country, Lieutenant?

No, sir.

He said if he owned Hell and Arizona,

he'd live in Hell and rent out Arizona.

I think he said that about Texas, sir.

Maybe, but he meant Arizona.

Yes, sir.

They're finished.

Half of what they say is lies. The other half ain't true.

Tell them they speak like true Apaches.

Tell them I'm glad they didn't go out-. would have been a bad raid.

Tell them I'll speak to the major about the beef.

What about it, McIntosh? The old men tell you anything?

Old man tells me they're getting short-weighed on beef, Dutch.

What Indian do you know wouldn't? You can check my scales anytime.

And I'm not Dutch.

You look Dutch to me.

I don't give a damn about your scales.

I'm just telling you that them that are left

are wondering if maybe they should've gone,

or were they were wise to stay behind.

Are you trying to tell me to give them extra rations?

Don't water the beef before you weigh them.

You'll be surprised how many steaks

there are in two gallons of river water.

You listen to me, McIntosh.

Don't tell me how to run my business!

This is my store, not yours!

H'yah! H'yah!

Please help!

Holy Mary, mother of God! Spare me, please!

Tell them to spare me!

We're coming right behind you, trooper.

Will they send somebody out to meet us?

I can't say about that, mister. I was only told to raise the alarm.

I got 3 kids and a wife full of one more.

I need somebody to bring me in. Don't anybody care about what happens to us?

I'm sure they do, but they just don't have enough men, I guess.

I've got to get going. I've got another holding to raise.

- Good luck to you, Mr. Ginsford. - Good luck, trooper.

Now, Abbie... Eyes of the girls are on us.

Come on. Get yourselves ready.

We're going into the fort...

to see if any packages have come for us.

Get yourselves dressed.

Come on. Come on now, girls. Get yourselves ready for all.

We're going into the fort...

to see if any packages have come for us.

Better get the rest of our things together, son.

Any sign of the gallopers?

No. They're coming in with the homesteaders, I guess.

I guess.

Trail and pursue them...

until, A--they're defeated in arms, killed or captured,

or, B--they return to the reservation...

whereupon you will place them all under arrest, or, C--

they cross the international line into Mexico, whereupon your mission will cease.

- Clear, Lieutenant? - Yes, sir.

- Have any questions? - No, sir.

Very well. Carry on.

- Lieutenant? - Yes, sir.

- Mr. McIntosh rides with you in an advisory capacity. - Yes, sir.

In matters pertaining to trailing the hostiles,

information concerning the terrain,

you would be well-advised to heed his advice.

However, in matters purely military,

never forget that you're in command of this detail.

Of course, sir. Thank you, sir.

Harry.

- You're eager to be off? - Yes, sir.

I want you to know I strongly advised Major Cartwright...

to give you this command.

- Well, thank you, Captain. - No need to thank me, Harry.

Prepare to mount!

Mount!

Good luck, Lieutenant.

To the left...

Ho!

Forward at a walk!

Ho!

Eyes right!

Steady... front!

It's not for me to tell you, Mr. Rukeyser,

but you'd sure be better if you came back with us, give us two guns.

Yeah, yeah.

And when I'm back here comin', what would be left, huh?

You ask me that.

I got stock... and I got crops...

and I don't leavin' them for no drunk fella...

that's burnin' them all down.

Then I got nothin', like when I'm fresh landed.

Look. Look out on that.

That would be a good farm someday.

I don't leave that for no drunk fella, no, sir.

Billy? Get on. Get on with your mama.

- Go on. - Gee, Pa, can't I stay?

Do like I tell you. Get up, get up.

Go on, get on. Get up.

You take care of your mama, Billy.

Sure do wish you good luck, Mr. Rukeyser.

Thank you.

You look to yourself, Willie.

I, uh...

I get that door fixed so you don't curse them so much, huh?

Hup! Hup! Get going! Get going there!

Be on your way now.

Have a good trip!

Say hello to the fellas at the fort for me.

Here, Jeff! Jeff!

Jeffy! Come on, come on!

That's my boy. That's my good boy.

Wouldn't it have been simpler...

to pick up the trail at the reservation, Sergeant?

There's all ways of doing things, sir, I guess.

They cut trail there, sir.

Troops, ho!

Stand by to dismount!

Dismount!

Them, all right-- moving steady but not fast.

How long ago?

Early this morning. They're way up ahead.

The only thing'll slow 'em down is how much killing they do.

By their line of march, which homesteads are likely to be hit?

If they trail south, they'll kill what crosses their path.

Otherwise, they'll hit where they please.

Can we close the distance, let them know we're pressing them?

They know we're coming, but there ain't no sense to hurry.

I think hurrying is exactly what we should be doing.

Lieutenant, a horse will run so far, so fast, for so long,

then he'll lie down on you.

Horse lies down on an Apache, he puts a fire under his belly,

gets him back up on his feet.

When the horse dies, he gets off, eats a bit of it...

steals another--ain't no way you can better that.

I just don't like to think of people unprotected.

Yes... well, it's best not to.

All right, Sergeant.

Forward at a walk!

Ho!

Oh, my God!

Ma! Indians, Ma!

Soldier! Soldier!

Don't leave me!

Thank you.

Thank you.

Come on! Get on!

Come on, boy, jump!

H'yah!

Ma!

Ma! Ma!

Hey, Jeff. Hey, boy!

I'll get you. I'll close up.

All right, you dog fellers, you come after me,

I teetotal you pretty damn quick! Ha ha!

You hear me?!

Ain't nice cleanin' up after Apaches.

- Why did they spare the boy? - Spare him what?

Why didn't they kill him?

Just a whim, Lieutenant. Apaches got lots of whims.

At least they don't seem to have violated the woman.

That's because she was dead before they got to her.

Ke-ni-tay reckons Horowitz shot the woman

then made a run for it with the boy.

When they got his horse, he killed himself.

Good man, that Horowitz.

I'll have to send a detail back with the boy.

What do you think Ulzana's intentions are?

He's gone on.

A couple men will be as safe as 20 going back to the fort.

Couple of men?

If we run into Ulzana, we'll need all the men we got.

- Sergeant? - Sir!

Send two men back with the wagon.

You got anybody particular in mind, sir?

No. You pick them.

Sir.

Roberts, Winfield, fall out!

Prepare to escort this wagon back to the fort!

Move them out, Sergeant.

Troop, prepare to mount!

Mount!

Forward at a walk. Ho!

You won't get this farm away from me!

No, you won't!

No!

All right, I'm ready for you! Come on! Come on!

You hear me?!

Come on, show your face! Show your face!

Oh!

God...

God!

You take all the praise and all the glory.

You take all the praise and all the glory!

God!

You take all the praise and all the glory!

Halt!

Whoa!

Dismount them here.

Prepare to dismount.

Dismount!

Is he in there?

No.

McIntosh.

Oh, my God!

The fire's about 2 hours, maybe an hour and a half old.

They'd have watched him for a while.

They're not far ahead.

What's that in his mouth?

A dog's tail.

Why?

Apaches got a sense of humor.

Nothing you'd recognize.

They just find some things funny.

Suit me fine if I never saw another Apache my whole life.

I was out after Nana in '81 with Lieutenant Giltwell.

I was a corporal then. You know, we rode for 3 weeks,

we never did see one of those murdering bastards.

He's probably up in them hills right now...

feeding off Rukeyser's dog and thinking he's made a good start.

Tomorrow, we're going to wear down some horseshoes.

- Good night, McIntosh. - Good night.

Good night.

You'll post double pickets on the stock, Sergeant,

and put pickets on perimeter guard.

Reveille at first light...

and prepare to move out by the half-hour.

Night, sir.

Ke-ni-tay, I want to ask you something.

All right, turn it off. Let's get some sleep.

Why are your people like that?

Why are they so cruel?

What is the reason?

Is how they are.

But why?

Is how they are.

They have always been like that.

Are you like that?

Would you kill a man like that?

- Yes. - Why?

To take the power.

Each man that die...

the man who kill him take his power.

Man give up his power when he die.

Like fire give heat.

Fire that burn long time...

many can have heat.

You mean you'd...

torture a man for hours...

and you get power from watching some poor creature suffering?

What kind of power is that?

Here in this land, man must have power.

You not know about power?

I want to know.

I want to understand.

Ulzana is a long time in the agency.

His power very... thin.

Smell in his nose are all smell of the agency...

old smell...

smell of woman...

smell of dog...

smell of children.

Man with old smell in the nose...

is old man.

Pony running...

the smell of burning,

the smell of bullet for power!

Soldier back with a wagon, no power.

Woman, no power.

No pleasure.

Why didn't they kill the boy?

Man cannot take power from boy...

only from man.

Then Ulzana will want to kill many.

Many.

Do you hate Apaches, Mr. McIntosh?

No.

Well, I do.

Well, it might not make you happy, Lieutenant...

but it sure won't make you lonesome.

Most white folks hereabout feel the same as you do.

Why don't you feel that way?

Be like hating the desert 'cause there ain't no water on it.

For now, I can get by by just being plenty scared of them.

Troops, halt!

- Ever eat dog, Lieutenant? - No, can't say as I have.

Tasty enough if you get it young.

Which way do you think they're headed?

Ke-ni-tay.

He will take us where it's hard to follow.

- Where will he fight us? - He don't mean to fight you no place.

He only means to kill you.

You know Ulzana?

His wife my wife's sister.

Sisters?

His wife ugly.

My wife not so ugly.

Ho!

Detail, halt!

Damn them!

What's he up to, Ke-ni-tay?

Ulzana want to make you run now.

He want us to kill some horses.

He know how soldier walk.

Apache walk better than soldier.

Troop, at a walk!

Ho!

Gonna be like this all the way, Sergeant?

Mm-hmm.

Hee!

Whoa!

Troop...

halt!

How long?

Sunrise, a little later.

Lieutenant, a horse apple dries out at a certain rate.

This one's pretty solid.

Ke-ni-tay figures four, maybe five hours.

What do you think?

I ain't about to argue with no Apache about horse shit.

He's the expert.

Well, we're not gaining on them.

Only way is to push the horses till they get the staggers...

then catch up on foot,

and Ulzana would like that just fine.

I sure don't want to be on foot around any horsebackin' Apaches.

Well, what's the point if we can't close the gap?

Remember the rules, Lieutenant...

first one to make a mistake gets to buryin' some people.

How long you out from the East?

- East? - The Academy.

Oh, about 6 months.

They'd sure be proud if they could see you now, Lieutenant.

All right, Sergeant, bring them on.

At a walk... ho!

Whoa!

What's wrong?

- We got a problem, Lieutenant. - What sort of a problem?

Ke-ni-tay thinks all the horses are running without riders...

except for two-- a lead horse and an end horse.

You mean they've dropped off behind us?

That's right... a ways back.

Is he sure?

He's pretty sure. Sign shows ponies running light.

- Suppose they'll try an ambush. - I don't think so, Lieutenant.

He's just trying to stretch us out into them hills.

Make us keep coming while he circles round behind.

His ponies are going to be a lot fresher than ours...

by the time they get to him.

If we chase him, there's a good chance of becoming infantry.

But if we don't... he gets ahead of us.

Either way, he's smiling.

Sounds like he has us.

Well, like I said, Lieutenant...

first one to make a mistake gets to digging in the ground.

What he's up to is pretty bright.

- Might be we can outfox him. - How?

By getting to his horses before he does.

That's us...

That's their horses.

Somewhere along that line,

they're going to double back and pick up Ulzana.

Ulzana's back here. The question is...

did he drop off to the right or to the left?

Another question is... how wide a circle...

are those ponies going to make to the right... or to the left...

on their way back to Ulzana?

Can you pick up their trail by night?

In broken country, no, not by rights,

but with 9 ponies strung together and running straight,

it should be possible if the moon is up.

How should we divide the troop?

Send me and a galloper that way...

Ken-it-tay and a galloper this way.

Either of us cut trail, we'll send a galloper to pick you up.

All right. Better get started right away. Who do you want for gallopers?

Any preference?

No, so long as they don't talk too much.

Pickets checked at their post, sir.

Good, Sergeant.

You impressed upon them the need for constant alert?

Didn't figure anybody needed impressing, sir.

I reckon Rukeyser did that pretty good.

That the Bible you're reading, sir?

Yes.

It was a gift from my father on my last trip home.

My father's a minister.

So I heard tell, sir.

I wish I could ask him about the Apache.

What about them, sir?

Why do they do these terrible things?

I mean...

After all, they are men, made in God's image, like ourselves.

Lieutenant, seems to me the place in there that tells you...

about an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth...

is the only fix you're going to get on the Apache,

and that's the way we ought to treat them.

Well, Christ taught us another way, Sergeant.

Yes, he did, sir.

But Christ never fetched no infant child...

out of a cactus tree,

then waited for two hours till it died so he could bury it,

did he, sir, huh?

No.

I did.

Ain't nobody goin' to tell me...

to turn the other cheek to no Apache, sir.

Whoa!

They crossed behind us.

Ride for the Lieutenant. Bring him back to pick up the trail.

Tell him to come quick and follow it all the way.

H'yah! H'yah!

Column right, ho!

Whoa!

- Good morning, Lieutenant. - Glad you got here.

What happened?

I caught up with their ponies.

- How many were there? - About nine.

- Hostiles, I mean. - Two.

There's one of them, dead. Other one's hit, though.

He laid up for a while beyond that rise, then moved on.

Sergeant, check for signs behind that rise.

Hale, Volke, pull out, follow me!

Troops, prepare to dismount!

Dismount!

They are on foot.

That's a fair description of men without horses, Lieutenant.

Then we should pursue them immediately.

Ulzana's going to be tough to spot from now on, Lieutenant.

We better wait for Ke-ni-tay.

I was given to understand...

that you could follow a trail as well as any Apache.

You was given to understand wrong, Lieutenant.

Mr. McIntosh, I want to press on.

You're the fella who gives the orders. Just sayin' my say.

He was there, sir... but gone now.

You hit him, all right.

Is it a trail you could follow?

Figure I could, sir, less'n he runs out of blood.

Take one man and go after him. We'll catch up with you.

Lieutenant.

Ain't worth the trouble.

No chance of him getting back to Ulzana.

He'll just crawl away and die some place.

But he may not die.

I recall you saying that Apache war parties come in all sizes--

the kind with 100 warriors and the kind with one.

So I did.

Since we have to wait for Ke-ni-tay,

I suggest we utilize the time as best we can.

Sergeant.

Yes, sir.

Miller!

Yes, Sergeant.

Fall out. You're with me.

Corporal, post sentries.

Yes, sir.

Sentries, out!

Now!

Cut him!

Cut him!

That's it! That's the way!

Cut it out of him!

Cut it clean out!

Dirty old bastard dog!

What's the meaning of this?!

He had a trooper's sidegun, sir.

- Ulzana's son. - That should make a difference.

They cut Horowitz up pretty bad.

Apaches don't like when you do this to their dead.

It spooks them.

I want that boy buried, you understand?

Bury him!

What's bothering you, Lieutenant?

Was that Ulzana's son?

So I believe.

So you believe.

Why wasn't I told that Ulzana's son was one of them?

Would it have made any difference to anything if you had known?

It might have made me feel I was the officer in command.

That's fair enough, Lieutenant. I was wrong not to mention it.

Killing I expect, Mr. McIntosh, but mutilation and torture,

I cannot accept that as readily as you seem to be able to.

What bothers you, Lieutenant...

is you don't like to think of white men behaving like Indians.

Kind of confuses the issue, don't it?

Party coming in!

Ke-ni-tay and the galloper.

All we need is your hunting party, Lieutenant,

we'd be on our way.

Ke-ni-tay thinks Ulzana will head for water...

then try to gather some horses.

Well, I might have made those deductions myself.

We're a horse short, Lieutenant.

Ke-ni-tay will give you his.

Apaches walk better than soldiers. Remember?

Corporal, take care of Mr. McIntosh’s gear here.

Yes, sir.

Column to the left, forward at a walk.

Ho!

I've got your horse.

Rider coming in, sir!

It's Sergeant Burns!

Detail, halt!

Report, Sergeant?

Miller is dead from wounds...

sir.

And the hostile?

Dead...

sir.

I want a full report at next camp.

There ain't a whole lot more, sir,

not unless you want to know how Miller felt about dying.

Bring them on, Corporal.

Yes, sir. Forward at a walk! Ho!

We had a trail, but it's gone.

Well-nigh impossible to follow on these rocks.

But I want to catch up with them.

Ho!

Horses are almost broke down. They need rest and feed.

Ulzana needs horses.

There's hardly a dozen head within 100 miles.

Are you trying to tell me that we're winning?

I'm trying to tell you what things are like.

Ulzana can't lead a war party on foot. He has to--

Steal horses, I know.

Sergeant, where's the nearest homestead?

The Riordan, sir, 5 miles along the edge of those foothills.

They got good water.

Any horses?

They might have one or two, sir. I don't know for sure.

Can this man be trusted to pick up the trail...

if we leave him behind?

I trust him.

We'll make for the homestead. He can meet us there.

Sweet Jesus.

Leave that body where it is.

He needs buryin'.

I want the Apache scout to do that.

Damn it, Lieutenant, you're not making any sense.

Look, Mr. McIntosh, that used to be a white man, like yourself!

A white man! It seems to me that you're the one that's not making sense!

Mr. McIntosh!

- Get me a blanket. - Yo, coming up.

- Get that medical kit over here! - Let her loose. She's not dead.

Easy with her.

- How is she? - She's about the same.

Are Apaches just as cruel to their own women?

Ain't much of a life.

You live with an Indian woman, don't you?

That's right.

Why do you do it?

That's the goddamnedest question.

I understand your sympathy for them.

Sympathy?

Living with the woman.

You'd be well-advised to stop hating and start thinking,

because you ain't doin' too well up till now.

Ke-ni-tay, I want to speak with you.

What is Ulzana going to do now?

Ulzana think of his son now.

In him there's only to kill...

in the place where his son was.

It take many death to fill that place.

What does he plan to do?

Ulzana take two horse from here. He need more.

If he not get them, his men go back to the agency.

Apache not soldier.

Apache not signed paper to fight.

Only fight when is good.

Are you telling me that the raid's over?

Ulzana must give them good power, many horse...

Or the raid is finished.

How does he plan to get this power and these horses?

From you.

He mean to kill you and take all your horse.

How? Attack us in force?

What are you going to do about Mrs. Riordan?

Mrs. Riordan will have to be escorted back to Fort Lowell.

How many men you going to send?

Six, with Sergeant Burns.

You'll split your force.

I have no alternative.

You don't?

What do you mean? Mrs. Riordan has to go back to the fort.

Apaches normally rape women prisoners to death,

but they can take them permanent captive.

Why do you suppose they spared Mrs. Riordan?

Maybe they thought she was dead.

Ulzana leave woman for you to find.

He know you send her back. He attack the soldier you send.

The problem with fighting Apaches...

is predicting what they'll do next.

When you know that, you're in with a chance.

We force Ulzana to attack,

and then we counterattack.

-We strengthen the detail-- -Or weaken it.

You've got to give them the odds to coax them out.

I see that.

It will be very dangerous for the escort...

- and Mrs. Riordan. - And Mrs. Riordan.

It's fish or cut bait, Lieutenant,

but you'd be wise to listen to what Ke-ni-tay said.

Them bucks of Ulzana's are going to get mighty tired

roaming around them mountains with nothing to eat but berries.

Pretty soon they're going to start thinking of agency beef

and laying up with their wives.

Mrs. Riordan.

- I want to wash. - Mrs. Riordan.

- I have to wash it off! - Mrs. Riordan?

- Mrs. Riordan? - I want to wash...

Please. I want to wash.

I want to wash it off!

Won't come off.

It won't come off.

It won't come off.

Goddamn!

Let me be! Just let me be!

Those damn Indians.

He just wanted to die.

Oh...

God, how he wanted to die!

I can assure you, Mrs. Riordan, that everything will be done...

Why do they do that?

Hell, they don't treat their own women much better.

If you need anything, just call. Somebody will hear you.

Lad!

Lad, if they come back...

promise me...

you won't let them take me.

- I don't want you to worry. - Promise me.

- Promise me! - I promise.

Thank you.

That poor woman's almost crazy.

Can you imagine watching her husband die like that?

I hate to expose her to further danger tomorrow.

I suppose there's no other way.

Not if you want Ulzana.

I do, Mr. McIntosh.

I want him.

Halt!

You'll be safe with this escort. It's a good road back.

I hope to meet you at Fort Lowell...

under happier circumstances.

Sergeant, take them on.

You'll have to make it look good, Lieutenant.

Ulzana will be watching to make sure you take his bait...

before he takes ours.

I understand.

- Good luck. - And to you.

Column right...

ho!

Detail, halt!

Dismount!

How far you going to let them pull us out?

Well, we follow them all the way...

it would be too far to ride back and help Mr. McIntosh...

and if we turn back too soon, it will warn them,

they won't attack.

It's a matter of picking the right time.

Apache's calling you up, sir.

What is it?

Ulzana want to take you up there--Mountain of Fire.

His mind is clear.

- Then we must go. - No.

Where he will take you, you cannot go.

If you will go, you not ride back to help McIntosh.

Yes, but it's too early to ride to McIntosh,

and they're watching to see what we do.

Isn't that so? How many are watching?

One man see as many as 10.

- Can we find him and kill him? - You cannot.

But Ke-ni-tay can?

But will he?

Ke-ni-tay sign paper.

Ke-ni-tay soldier.

All right. Find him and kill him.

Give me your long glass.

When you see it make light...

like this...

you must ride back to McIntosh.

All right.

Corporal, pull the men out.

- We'll be here for a while. - Yes, sir.

We're going through Door Canyon, right?

That's right.

And you're expecting them to jump us.

Could happen.

You're not fooling me, McIntosh. It's supposed to happen.

Then Lieutenant DeBuin, he's supposed to ride up...

and save us when we're down to our last bullet, right?

Something like that.

Hmm. Something like that.

You're putting a lot of trust in a man who couldn't tell...

an inside curve from a three-legged horse.

How do you figure they're going to hit us?

When it don't seem likely.

These horses they're after, you keep them tucked away safe,

and if the worst comes to it, shoot them.

- Shoot them? - Shoot them.

The Army don't take kindly to sergeants shooting their horses.

They'd take a lot less kindly to 7 Apache bucks riding them off.

Right. I'll pass the word.

Not so it bothers her.

Right.

Wagon, out!

Keep your eyes open.

How long you figure he'll take?

I don't know.

You really trust that Apache, sir?

I don't think we have much choice.

There! About halfway up the side of that cliff.

See it?

That's it. Found him. Let's go!

Let's move!

Mount up! Let's go!

Let's go! Come on!

Let's go!

Whoa!

- We going through fast? - Set awhile.

Set awhile?

To give Ke-ni-tay time to flush the lookout.

Dismount!

Rest your horses!

Oh, damn!

Get those horses!

Get those horses! Don't let them get away!

Come on.

They're on both sides!

- Let's get the hell out of here! - No.

Get off your horses and walk 'em. Use them as a shield!

Stay behind your horses!

Don't break off! Stay down! Stay together!

The wagon! Get the wagon!

Into the rocks! Run into them rocks!

Oh, help me, Sergeant!

I-I'm hurt bad! Help me!

Come on! Grab a hold.

Come on!

McIntosh! I'm coming in.

Mrs. Riordan, he's hit. Will you look after him?

It ain't that bad. There's no sense bothering her.

Somebody shoot me please!

Anybody shoot me up!

Where the hell is that lieutenant?

What do we do now?

Forward at a gallop! Ho!

You two all right?

- What day is it? - What?

What day is it?

It's Wednesday.

Sure don't look like Wednesday.

Oh!

Wednesday.

Ho!

The wagon, sir. Somebody's moving.

- What? - By the wagon.

Prepare to dismount!

Dismount!

Frederickson, look after Mrs. Riordan.

- Take care of the horses! - I'll help you, ma'am.

Smithers, Johnson, lend a hand!

We came as fast as we could.

Ulzana lit out... when he heard your music.

We wanted you to know we were coming.

The trick was not to let Ulzana know.

Careful with him.

Set him down.

Get some bed tops over here and make a shelf, on the double.

Move that wagon out.

All these men.

If only I'd...

Don't start if fin', man.

You made your pick. Live with it.

Hell, Lieutenant...

There ain't none of us right.

Won't say no to a smoke, though.

- I got the makings. - Good boy.

Corporal, get a detail to bury those Apaches.

Bury them, sir?

- Bury them. - Yes, sir.

Grave detail.

Don't suppose making cigarettes...

is one of your accomplishments, Lieutenant.

No. Sorry.

Nor mine.

You'll learn.

That will be Ke-ni-tay.

It's time we were getting you on the wagon.

Only cause me a lot of suffering.

Well, you can't stay here.

It would be two days before we got back.

You'd die.

Hell, Lieutenant, I'm going to die anyway.

Not if we get you to the surgeon.

You won't get me to the surgeon.

You might not get me to that wagon.

- What about your... - My burial?

Being another one of them little markers back at the fort...

don't have much appeal for me.

- I'll leave a detail behind. - The hell you will.

I ain't passin' the time of day with no bunch of gravediggers.

Now, goddamn it, Lieutenant, let me sit.

It's not Christian.

That's right, Lieutenant. It's not.

Rider coming in!

You're right. It's Ke-ni-tay.

Ulzana...

We're about ready to move, sir.

Mr. McIntosh will be staying behind at his own request.

Yes, sir. What about Ulzana?

Bury him.

They'd like to see the body, sir, or at least the head.

They'll see my report.

Yes, sir. I'll see to it, sir.

No. I see to it.

All right, Corporal.

Mr. McIntosh.

Mr. DeBuin.

Scout.

Mount up!

Prepare to mount.

Mount!

Ready to move out, Corporal?

Yes, sir.

Let's move them out!

Forward at a walk. Ho!