All language subtitles for The Glory Trail, idem (1936)enENemb.MP4 2a.Có ENGLISHripdf

[waves crashing]

[gentle music]

_ [man 1]
The United States government

desires to build a wagon road

through
the Powder River district

through the settlement
of Bozeman.

The road will run
from Fort Laramie

across the little peony and--

[man 2
No! I

These hunting grounds,
my people!

Home of bear, elk, buffalo!

Our means of living.

If you try take our land,

I kill every white man.

[bang]

[gentle music]

Soldiers.

Rebels, a small detachment,
less than 20.

Rebels? There aren't
any more rebels.

They surrendered
a long time ago.

Oh, them's rebels all right.

They're armed, still in uniform.

Probably looking for trouble.

They've spotted us.

I say they're a part
of Joe Shelby's Missourians.

The rebels
who wouldn't surrender?

Right, miss.
Renegades, never did surrender.

Worse than Indians,
if you ask me.

That's enough, Riley.
We are not looking for a fight.

Yanks. And we can't even
shoot at them.

War's over, Dave.

Pretty good-looking
outfit, that.

Yeah!

And they've got a wagon
of ammunition

that should be easy to take.

Understand, from now on
anything we take from anybody,

we pay for it.

You mean we're gonna waste
good, hard money

on that sort of fellas?

They's just Yankees.

You take charge here
while I ride down.

Oh, but I'd better go along.

No, I'll go by myself,
so it won't look like an attack.

Two of them
are riding down here.

And for no good, believe me.

We've got our orders, Riley.
Avoid trouble.

Remember that
and don't stick your head out.

[hooves clattering]

Didn't you hear me say
I didn't want anybody with me?

Oh, I ain't nobody.
I'm just Toby.

I go out in case,
just like always.

[chuckles]

You men come up here
by the ammunition wagon!

Keep your eye on it,
in case there's trouble!

Can't have that outfit
joining up with us.

Might get in our way,
understand?

Mm-hmm.

Good day, ma'am!

Nice weather we're having.

Quiet, Ginger!

[hooves clattering]

- Good afternoon, sir.
- What do you want?

I saluted you, sir.

I don't salute rebels.
Who are you?

Captain John Morgan,
Confederate States of America.

You mean
the late Confederate States.

I'm under the impression
the South surrendered.

Submitted, you mean.

The word is surrendered.

I never surrendered,
Lieutenant.

And what's more, we never will.

Take my advice

and put this man and
his outfit under arrest.

And take my advice, Lieutenant.

My men would enjoy
someone making that mistake.

Stop it, Riley!

When I need your advice,
I'll ask for it.

Morgan, what's
your business here?

I thought you might sell us
some ammunition.

We had a little brush
with the Indians yesterday

and consumed
quite a bit of powder.

Red Cloud's Indians
are at peace with the whites.

Sorry, we haven't any ammunition
to spare, Morgan.

Captain Morgan.

All right, Captain Morgan.

You can get
no ammunition from us.

You have
a whole wagon load of it.

Consigned
to Fort Phil Kearney intact.

That's an order,
if you know what I mean.

Exactly.

I am an officer, Lieutenant.

Oh, sure, sure.

I just a had a peek at your army
through the glass.

Howdy, black folks!

You'd better mosey along there,
black boy.

Them's some lovely-looking
fowls you've got.

They ain't for no black man's
stewing pot.

Even that old
mangy-looking rooster?

No, sir.

What are you doing
following that white man around

just like he owned ya?

That's my massa, Captain Morgan.

What's your name, black boy?

I guess my name is Morgan too.

L's been one of the family

ever since I was
picking for them.

Lieutenant, take my advice
and keep a sharp lookout

for Red Cloud
and his Sioux Indians.

Apparently, you have
nothing but advice, mister.

Wearing that uniform,
it might occur to you

that your opinion
isn't needed here.

You have
plenty of spirit, ma'am.

But I'd hate to see an Indian
get that pretty hair of yours.

I've always been able
to take care of my hair.

You sure have,

and it looks beautiful
right where it is.

Instead of handing out advice
wholesale, Captain Morgan,

maybe you'll listen
to some of mine.

I'll not only listen,
but I'll take it,

if it's any good.

Go back and get a pardon
and quit playing soldier.

That's nice of you,
but I don't want a pardon.

And I'm not the one
who's playing soldier.

I'd consider it an honor, ma'am,
if you'd permit my detachment

to escort you safely
to the fort.

Thanks. But I'd rather risk
Indians than rebels.

You're right, Miss Stone.
Especially Missourians.

Captain Jennison
knew how to treat them.

Oh, Jennison. So that's it.

Lieutenant, this man
is no soldier.

Well, I'm a contractor.
What of it?

So you knew Jennison
and his men.

The redlegs, bandits
that raided both sides.

That's about all
from you, Morgan.

That's just the starter, Riley,
if my guess is right.

Lieutenant, I have no sympathy
for your Yankee government.

But I'd rather have Red Cloud
on my back

with a thousand warriors,

than one of Jennison's men
sneaking into my confidence.

I'm capable of handling
any situation.

- Don't concern yourself.
- I hope so!

And here's some more advice,
this time to you.

Keep away from my outfit.

My men have reason
to remember you, redlegs,

and not very favorably.

You being competent, Lieutenant,
draw your own conclusions.

Guess I'll be moseying along before
the captain [indistinct] my hide.

You let that white man do that?

Don't I belong to Massa John?

L's emancipated. [scoffs]

Y'all better look out for that.

You have a mighty fine
animal there.

He looks
like he's part thoroughbred.

Northern gentlemen

wouldn't force their
conversation on a lady.

And Southern gentlemen

can't be considered
impolite for admiration

at a respectful distance.

And I'm not at all nearsighted.

Maybe you wouldn't mind
if I talked to Ginger.

You have a mighty [indistinct].

I would say she's
all thoroughbred.

Maybe I'll be seeing you
in Fort Phil Kearney.

Good day, ma'am.
Good day, gentlemen.

[hooves clattering]

Don't let a band of rebels
disturb you, Lieutenant.

You must've [indistinct]
thousands during the war.

That isn't the rebels.

It's Red Cloud's warriors.

And a lot of other things.

I must deliver that ammunition
safely to the fort.

And if anything happened to you,
anything,

I'd be in a bad way
with your father.

How are you gonna do it with
all those rebel soldiers around?

I'll take care of those rebels,
and these yanks too.

You be up there in the morning.

Oh...

Tell them to keep out of sight
till I get this guard away.

And watch out
for them rebels south of us.

Better make your raid
from the north.

So they wouldn't sell, eh?

No, they're pretty bitter
against our people.

Yeah? Wouldn't be much of a job

to take that powder
away from them tonight.

Dave, from now on
it's law and order.

If there's any fighting,

it's gonna be
the other fella's fault.

We've ridden all the way
from Missouri

to locate a spot
where we can settle,

send for our families
and start over again.

And we have to be at peace
with our neighbors,

red man and white man.

You're right, John.

You know, you're always right,
no matter what I think.

Don't overestimate me.

We'll camp for the night
down below.

Well, I'll bet you picked
the perfect spot.

[hooves clattering]

Ouch!

I declare, Mandy,

you haven't had your mind
on your work all evening.

No, ma'am. Yes, ma'am!

Well, which is it?
"No, ma'am" or "Yes, ma'am"?

To tell you the truth,
Miss Lucy,

I reckon Its Yes, ma am

I just can't
disremember that Toby.

That lowdown, chicken-stealing--

You mean that black boy
who was with that rebel?

Yes'm.

You like him?

Who, me? Oh, no!

L's just thinking
how that black boy

keeps on bragging all the time
about Captain Morgan.

He just keeps saying
what fine folks the captain is.

Miss Lucy. What do y'all feel
about that white man?

I'm not in the habit of thinking
of impudent Confederates.

He may be impudent,
but he's mighty fine-looking.

Captain Morgan,
he look like quality.

Don't you think so, Miss Lucy?

Southern ladies and Northern
ladies have different ideas.

Yes'm. But both of them
have mighty good eyes.

Don't you be impudent, Mandy.

Toby, I don't want you
to steal any more chickens.

Yes, sir. But this fowl
done surrendered.

Now how on Earth
can a chicken surrender?

Don't you understand?
Toby talks chicken language.

You know, chicken thieves
end up in jail, Toby.

You sure you got that
salted and peppered just right?

- Yes, sirree!
- Well, bring her on.

Mmm! That looks good.

Yes, sir. And it tastes good.

I understand they passed
a new law in Washington

that colored folks from now on
get one of the drumsticks.

Is that so?
Is that what the war was about?

Hold it!

- You can't ride in there.
- I'm going to see Captain Morgan.

Wait! I'll have to find out
if he'll see you.

Good morning, ma'am!

- I want my horse.
- I haven't seen him.

You stole him last night
and I want him back.

Well, what kind
of a looking animal was it?

You know what kind it is.

The one you talked to yesterday.

Oh, that one!

Yes, that one.

Part thoroughbred.

I see you remember
my very words.

Suppose I do?

Oh, nothing, except I must've
made some sort of impression.

You did. A very bad one!

Oh, you're just in time
for breakfast.

Hey, Toby! Serve the young lady
some of that chicken!

Yes, sir.

You're a chicken thief too!

Here, have some of it.
It's good.

I don't eat stolen chicken.

Well, if you say
it's your chicken,

it wouldn't be stolen.

I'm not here
to breakfast with you,

I came for my horse.

I'll speak to my men
and see if they've seen it.

They've seen it, stole it,
and I want it!

- Is that clear?
- Clear, emphatic, courageous!

And if I might add,
exactly perfect.

Excuse me.

So that's why
you didn't get an early start.

Dave, she thinks
I stole her horse.

- Did you?
- No.

But it's the first time
I've ever sympathized

with a horse thief.

Take the men
and see if you can find it.

- And don't hurry.
- And...

If you can hide this horse...

You can gallantly come up
to the lady's assistance and--

Dave? I call that
mighty fast thinking.

Miss Lucy, she leave
for that rebel camp.

She said that rebel captain

stole her horse
during the night.

I'd hate to be
in your boots, Lieutenant,

if something happened
to Colonel Strong's daughter,

while you're supposed
to be protecting her.

We'll go right after her.

They're a bad lot.

Maybe we'd better
take the men with us.

Ten-hut! Round up and follow me!

Whoa, there!

[hooves clattering]

That horse I rode in here
this morning is gone too!

How many horses
do you steal a day?

That's the second this morning,
according to your count.

You had your men take it
while I was talking here.

You're wrong, ma'am.
My men are not horse thieves.

Perhaps they'll find
both your horses.

If you think
you can deliberately keep me

in a rebel camp,
you're mistaken!

I demand to be taken back!

If I'd loan you my horse,
you'd only lose him too.

My nag carries double.

I'll never ride with you!

Hey! Where are you going?

[hooves clattering]

It's a long way back
to the wagon train.

It's very dangerous for a woman
to be out in this country alone.

There's snakes and...
Indians and bears.

Wolves, packs of wolves.

A wolf pack will follow
a woman for miles and miles.

So I see.
And one of them rides a horse.

[laughs]

[scream]

What was that?

Sounds like a panther, ma'am!

Where do you get that horse?

I found it down
underneath the brush,

tied to a sapling.

Do you see anything
of a young lady?

She's with my Captain Morgan.

Last I seen 'em,
they was heading over

towards your Yankee camp.

Where's the rest of the rebels?

Massa John's soldiers?

They's all out, looking
for that lady's white pony.

Chances are he's lying,
Lieutenant.

We'd better hang around,
in case any of them show up.

We haven't got any time to lose.

Let's see if they're back
at the camp.

Excuse me. How's that gal
Mandy this morning?

[chuckles] Bring that horse along.

[hooves clattering]

The Indians got
the ammunition wagon.

What Indians?

I don't know, Miss Lucy,
just Indians.

With their heads full of chicken
feathers and everything!

It must've been
millions of them!

Let me handle this.

[horse snorts]

Pull yourself together
and tell me what you saw.

Somebody hollered "Indians
and this here girl

just dive right into the wagon,
under the mattress.

Well, didn't you see the fight?

No, sir. I kept my head hidded.

- Where were the soldiers?
- The soldiers?

They gone down
to that rebel camp,

looking for Miss Lucy
a long time ago.

- And Riley?
- [sobbing] He's gone too.

It couldn't've been
many Indians,

and they must've known
just when to strike.

What's going on here?
Where's the ammunition wagon?

Indians raided the train
when you withdrew your guard.

What do you know
about this, Morgan?

Possibly this redleg could give
you more definite information.

You and your gang
wanted that ammunition.

If you'll only look
at those arrows,

maybe you'd know
lndians've been here.

Yeah! Indians in cahoots
with a lot of Missourians!

You old, dirty rebel!

[thud]

Why, you renegade!

I'm sorry, I forgot
a lady was present.

This is no time
for personalities.

I've got to get
to the bottom of this thing.

I just left your camp.
Your men weren't there.

I sent them out to look
for Miss Lucy's horse.

The one that strayed away
last night.

I must get that ammunition back.

I'm going to take
the trail right now.

And leave your train unguarded
the second time?

Well, what would you do
if you were in my place?

I wouldn't be in your place!

If I'd been on convoy duty,

the wagon wouldn't've
been taken.

If you hadn't stolen my horse,

the lieutenant and his men
wouldn't have left here.

May I ask at whose suggestion
you withdrew your guard?

Miss Strong had to be found.

That was
my first responsibility.

And the second,
the ammunition wagon.

You bungled both.

An eventful morning
for an ambitious, young officer.

_ Lieu§enant, _
qult playing soldier!

Take this young lady to the fort

and let a competent officer
with enough men

recover that ordnance wagon.

My offer to escort you
to the fort still holds.

One experience with you
as an escort is enough.

My answer to that and
anything else you may suggest

is thank you, no!

You're quite welcome.

I take back the thank you.

Good day, ma'am.

The man's crazy!

[coach clatters]

What if that Yankee lieutenant

did think we had something
to do with the raid?

What can he do about it?

That fort needs powder,
lead, guns.

If Red Cloud has it,
he can wipe out

every white family
in the district.

It's our job to capture
that wagon

and turn it over to the fort.

- What?
- I mean it.

We can't let Indians keep it.

Well, that's all right with me.

And I'm sure it'll be
more than all right

with the colonel's daughter.

Let's get started.

[clattering]

Let me look at you.

My, you are beautiful!

Just as your mother was,
when I married her.

Daddy, it's good to be with you.

It will be weeks before
I can stop looking at you.

It'll be months before
I let you miss a single chance.

Flattery hasn't turned
your head.

If I could be seen
through your eyes, it might.

I really haven't had enough.

We'll have
plenty of time for that. [chuckles]

Here I is, Miss Lucy.

- Hello, Lieutenant!
- How are you, Colonel Strong, sir?

Well, Riley, I see
you came through all right.

Any sign of Indians?

Sir, I... I regret
to report the loss

of the ammunition wagon.

What?

- It was taken by Indians.
- Any casualties?

Four civilian teamsters.

Couldn't you protect
the civilians?

I wasn't there, sir.

I'd withdrawn the guard to go
in search of your daughter.

Withdraw the guard?

What do you think
a convoy is for?

Call Captain Fetterman.

Yes, sir.

That would be all, Riley.

Yes, sir.

Well?

No big trouble.
Job wagon easy.

And... money?

Hmm.

[hooves clattering]

Captain Fetterman,
it is your business

to bring that ammunition
back to this fort.

- Take the trail at once.
- Yes, sir.

Keep a sharp eye for ambuscades
and don't penetrate too far

into Red Cloud's territory.

I would like to accompany
Captain Fetterman, sir.

Lieutenant Gilchrist
will accompany you.

And if you should encounter
Captain Morgan and his rebels,

I'm relying on you
to use your best judgment.

Don't provoke a fight.

- I understand, sir.
- Good luck to you.

Forward!

[men whooping]

[laughing]

That wasn't a fight,
it was a yelling contest.

Oh, I'll bet those Indians
are pretty good,

but an Indian war whoop
hasn't a chance

against our rebel yell.

[men cheering]

You know
when I let the chief have it?

He was so scared,

he jumped right from
under his war bonnet.

[men laughing]

Come on, men!

How about three
Indian war whoops

for old Chief Rain on the Face?

- Sure! _
- [men whooping]

[men laughing]

And men, just in case there are

any more Indians
in the neighborhood,

maybe we'd better give them
a dose of rebel yell!

Yeah.

[men yelling]

How much? How much am I offered
for this real Indian war bonnet?

Real feathers, real paint
and genuine beads.

A thousand dollars,
confederate money!

[men laughing]

Nothing doing.

One Yankee dollar!

Oh, that's more like it.
One Yankee dollar?

Come on, men,
these hats come high.

They get 'em off of eagles.

[men laughing]

John, how much do you offer?

I'm afraid I can't use it.

Well, a feller that sends this
back to his sweetheart

is gonna make a big hit.

I haven't anyone
to send it back to.

You know, how about
the colonel's daughter?

No, she wouldn't want it
from one of us.

Never saw the time a woman
couldn't use a new bonnet.

You know, if you're
gonna play hero, John,

you might as well
go all the way.

All right. I'll take it
with a guarantee.

Money back if it doesn't work.

Sold!

To Big Chief Knock 'Em Dead!

Ammunition-chasing Morgan.

Conqueror of all Yankees,
lndlans and women!

That calls for a celebration.

[whooping]

Hey, music, Toby!

Yes, sir.

,60 I followed Omar Stroben ,60

,60 For four years near about ,60

,60 Got wounded in three places ,60

,60 And starved at Point Lookout ,60

,60 I caught the rheumatism ,60

,60 A-camping in the snow ,60

,60 But I shot my share
of Yankees, and... ,60

,60 I'd like to shoot some more ,60

[all yelling]

That's not Indians!

I've heard that
plenty of times before.

That's the rebel yell.
Come on, men!

,60 And I don't want no pardon ,60

,60 For what I was and am ,60

,60 I won't be reconstructed ,60

,60 And I don't give a damn ,60

[men laughing]

Don't move!

You men are surrounded!

Who are you?

Captain Fetterman,
United States Cavalry.

Well, what are you afraid of?
Come on in!

Wait a minute, men.

Don't resist
unless I glve orders.

And we make it that fight
we've been looking for.

You're John Morgan?

Captain John Morgan,
Confederate States of America.

This is Lieutenant David Kirby,
my second in command.

Lieutenant Gilchrist and I have met.

Captain Morgan, consider yourself
and your men under arrest.

I don't recognize
your authority, Captain.

My cavalry outfit
have you completely surrounded.

I [snickers]
Ive been surrounded before.

I think you realize the odds
are against you, Morgan.

You men give up your arms.

Keep your arms, men.

I'm giving orders around here.

What do you want?

That ammunition is the property
of the United States army.

It was stolen.

I recognize that.

In fact, I went quite a bit
out of my way

to recover it for...

Lieutenant Gilchrist.

We'll take the wagon
to the fort.

Not "we". I.

Give up those guns, men.

Keep those guns, men.

Captain Fetterman, you leave
my camp immediately.

When that wagon is delivered
to Colonel Strong, I'll deliver it.

It's my business
to take that wagon to the fort.

Orders, Captain Morgan.

I admire your courage, sir.

But I'd hate to report
I was forced to open fire.

You might open fire,
but you'd never make the report.

I'm going with my command
to Fort Phil Kearney

to deliver that ammunition.

We recovered it by force.
We'll deliver it in peace.

Let there be
no misunderstanding.

Follow us, if you wish,
at a respectful distance.

The incident is closed.

Goodnight, Captain.

Morgan stood fast
on open fire.

No chance to compromise.

Your orders were
not to provoke a fight.

I permitted him
to bring the ammunition in.

And Captain Morgan made no effort
to break away from you

on the way back?

No, sir. He never gave us
a second thought.

Sound judgment, Captain Fetterman.

I commend you.

Your men lost that wagon once,

so I didn't want the job

of recovering it
the second time.

A court of inquiry
will take care of all that.

I hope you won't be too hard
on Lieutenant Gilchrist, sir.

Withdrawing his convoy
wasn't exactly military,

but... very chivalrous.

At the proper time,
in the proper manner,

the exact facts of that case
will be determined.

But getting down
to brass tacks, Captain,

your presence here
with your men In uniform

adds another problem
to this whole thing.

Between the Indians, your men
and that freighter,

I should imagine your time
is pretty well occupied.

You don't seem
to appreciate your position.

You show a new brand
of gratitude, Colonel,

to a man who went out of his way

to perform a duty in which
one of your own officers failed.

You can hardly expect me
to comment

on your rather acid criticisms.

As for gratitude...

Well, you should be content
to know that you and your men

are free to go when
and where they will.

And furthermore...

If you're going to live out
in this part of the country,

you'd better keep in mind

that all former rebels are
looked upon with suspicion.

Especially those who fail
to go through the formality

of surrendering.

Colonel Strong.
These men are fugitives.

Subject to military detention

until they apply to
President Johnson for a pardon.

I understand President Johnson

spends most of his time
writing pardons.

I wouldn't like to overwork him.

It's too bad the president
didn't know your attitude

before he issued this one.

Arrived yesterday.

It's dated May 29th, 1865.

His general amnesty
proclamation.

The part that
concerns you is this.

"All ex-confederates
below the rank of colonel

"are granted full pardon."

I can get along without
his pardon, Colonel Strong.

Well, he made you a present
of it anyhow, Captain.

Get the men ready
and we'll push out.

Lieutenant!

Captain Fetterman will go with you.
He will show you every courtesy.

Thank you, sir.

Oh, Morgan.

You fool.

How do you happen
to let Morgan get that wagon?

Looking to get money
before they come.

Red Cloud will think
I was part of this.

He suspects all white men.

This is dangerous business.

Joe?

We've got to get rid
of Morgan and his gang.

Say...

There's a rebel over there
that may be of some use to us.

How long have you been
with this rebel outfit, Wade?

My name's Wainwright.

I still remember
when it was Wade.

You heard me. Wainwright.

Don't bluff.

I know Wade and
everything about him.

What do you want?

Keep your shirt on, man.

Maybe I can arrange for you
to keep that name.

Take the advice
of an older officer

and try to brush
that chip off your shoulder.

Colonel, that chip is a kind
of Southern birthmark.

You couldn't budge it
with a crowbar.

[laughing]

Am I intruding, father?

No, no.

I'm just hanging out
with Captain Morgan.

Well, it seems to have
agreed with you both.

Good morning!

You haven't lost any horses
this morning or... have you?

Not yet, but it's early.

And you're still
in the neighborhood.

But seriously, Morgan.

Of all the places
to start a colony,

you hit upon the worst.

Red Cloud's warriors
are continually on the warpath.

It means danger,
suffering, privation.

Worse than the Civil War.

We'll face all dangers.

But your families.

You have your daughter here

and your men
have their families.

Yes, inside a fort.

Our people are used to danger.

They'll endure it a while longer
in order to have a new home,

where we can live
under our own laws.

Our laws are rather important
out here, Morgan.

I'll be the law at my place.

There's that
confounded chip again.

[laughing]

- Goodbye!
- And good luck!

This tastes like one of them ol'
cottontail rabbits to me.

The trouble with you is

you ain't never eat
white meat before,

you're just used to what flies
over the fence line.

What are y'all doing

in this part of the country
anyhow, big boy?

My massa says
he's gonna build a big town

about 20 miles up the trail.

Hm.

Arms, ready!

That's me. So long!

It's mighty lonesome
down here at this here fort.

Hope you'll be coming back
this way soon.

I sure is.

Arms, forward!

[hooves clattering]

And in this wilderness
we've made a world of our own.

In the few months
we've been here,

we've built houses
and planted crops.

Because we remembered
the first law of the West,

Do not deal in firearms
with Indians",

we've remained at peace
with our neighbors at the fort.

More and more colonists
wlll come to us each year.

John!

Why don't you tell the men
the good news?

All right, Dave. You tell them.

Men.

Your families
will arrive tomorrow.

They're coming
as far as the fort

with a government wagon train.

[men chattering excitedly]

That means added responsibility
here, at the colony.

Don't forget that, men.

That's all. Dismissed.

[men chattering]

Dave.

Dave, the thing is done.

It's real.
The colony is established.

When the families arrive,
it'll be the beginning

of what someday will be big,
fine and great.

It's your dream
coming true, John.

Dave, I couldn't have done it
without you.

Always ready, always there.

Anyone could've done what I did.

I only followed out your orders.

Yeah? That's what you think.

' Say, Dave->
- Hrn? '

You will have to take
charge until morning.

Oh...
You're going to the fort, huh?

Yeah, on business.

- On business again?
- Mm-hmm.

- Now I'm wondering...
- What?

How is your... dancing?

Confidentially, it's improving.

[chuckling]

[Indians chanting]

Twelve moons ago, I, Red
Cloud, told the White Eagle

Red Cloud will fight
for his land, his home,

and the hunting grounds
of his people.

They said, if Red Cloud
will not let us build a road,

we steal it.

To this, Red Cloud now answers.

Red Cloud and his warriors

will kill every
company of soldiers

in the country of Powder River.

Warriors of the Sioux!

Send your runners
to every village,

to every tepee!

Tell them...

...the time has come.

[chanting]

[waltz playing]

[applause]

Wainwright give me sword.
Everything go like clock work.

This fixes everything
the way we wanted.

Nobody left to talk?

No. This time
they get everything.

Remember this
and get it straight.

Red Cloud's outfit
was led by a white man.

And the sword
was found after the raid.

[grunts]

This will be the end of Morgan
and his rebel out of it.

The boys can hardly wait

until their families
arrive tomorrow.

It must be wonderful to know

your love would come
out here to make a home.

I suppose
you're going to tell me

you're lonely out here.

I am, most of the time.

And that you'll never marry,
never have a wife.

No... Not that I won't,
but I'm afraid I can't.

Then you have ideas?

Oh! Distinct ideas,
way above me,

elaborate, you might say.

- Then there is a girl.
- Oh, and what a girl.

You know, the only
real one in the world.

What a delightful distinction.

Can't you confide in me?

Can't I? Say, I've been
wanting to, dreaming about it,

and about the million reasons
why she'll never say yes.

Oh... Then you've asked her.

No...

That would be a good beginning.

Well, you see, she hates rebels.

I can sympathize.

And then she thinks
I steal horses.

I understand perfectly!

But does she know
you bring them back?

She does.

And that at odd times
you'll join a wolf pack

and chase frightened
young women?

She knows that too.

Well then... Being a very
comprehending young woman,

I should say,
with the proper approach,

everything should
turn out all right.

Lucy! You mean that...
you'd really marry me?

How can I, if I'm not asked?

Colonel Strong.

That wagon train you
sent up to Fort CF Smith

from here last night
was captured by Red Cloud.

- Fetterman just reported it.
- Well, how?

Indian scouts.
We have every detail.

Not every detail.

Not this. Found after the raid.

Indians don't carry sabers.

That proves that the white man
engineered the attack.

It's a confederate saber.

So it is.

There's a name on it.

- Captain Fetterman.
- Colonel.

See that Morgan is
brought to me at once.

Yes, sir.

But your father... We may have
trouble getting his consent.

Father has never
denied me anything.

You've never asked him
for a rebel captain.

The last thing
I'd thought I'd ever want.

Where's Captain Morgan?

He's just outside the door, sir.

Captain Morgan.

Colonel Strong would like
to see you right away.

In his office.

- I wonder what he wants.
- I don't know.

But it's a good time to
tell him what we want.

Miss Lucy ain't
doing herself no good

all the time sashaying around
with that rebel captain.

All the white ladies
are mighty proud

to be sashaying around
with a Morgan.

You're one of them
Morgans too, ain't you?

Sure I's a Morgan!

And you oughta be mighty proud
to be in my company.

Who, me? I'm just
"mortificated", that's all.

Hm.

I guess you know now who's
been playing with them Indians,

who's been stealing ammunition

and murdering good Union men.

I think you'd better
leave the room, Lucinda.

John has something
very important

to ask you, father.

It's... It's very private.

Would you mind asking
Mr. Riley to excuse us a moment?

I don't know what
you're talking about,

but Riley will stay
right where he is.

This is rather
personal, Colonel.

Did you ever see that before?

Why, yes. It's Dave's.
He's carried it for years.

Exactly who is Dave?

Lieutenant David Kirby, second
in command of my settlement.

My closest friend.

He must've lost it.
Where'd you get it, Colonel Strong?

Where was your man,
David Kirby, today?

At the colony.
I left him in charge.

Come to the point, Colonel.

Why the questions
and why the saber?

Morgan.

I accepted your declaration
of good faith and intentions.

I've permitted you and your men
to locate on the Bozeman trails.

That was a mistake.

Possibly you couldn't prevent us

from settling on any
spot we selected.

A wagon train was attacked today

between your place
and Fort CF Smith.

Red Cloud's broke loose again.

A powder wagon was seized.

Another powder wagon?
And Riley reporting.

Colonel, that means
something to me,

even if you're too prejudiced
to see the point.

- Riley was not there.
- He never is!

Colonel, what's Dave's saber
to do with an Indian attack?

It was found after the fight
at the scene of the raid.

Only the fact that you were here

prevents me
from ordering your arrest.

But you'll have to turn Kirby
over to me for trial.

- That means a Court Martial.
- Right.

And then the firing squad.

He wouldn't have a chance.
It would be downright murder!

John!

You accuse my father of
deliberately planning murder?

Military murder, Lucy,
but murder just the same.

And you're the man who
so lightly pledges his word.

No, wait.

This involves something bigger
than anything else in life.

It's a matter of loyalty.

I represent the law
in this town solely.

You represent the law, sir,
here in Fort Phil Kearney.

I'm the law at my settlement.

If Dave is guilty, he'll
punished by me, not you.

Unless your man Kirby

is turned over
to me by day break,

I'll send Captain Fetterman
and a whole troop of cavalry

to bring him back forcibly.

If you resist...

...my men will annihilate
your entire outfit.

If your soldiers set
foot on my property,

they will be treated
as trespassers.

There's nothing more to be said.

But they found your saber.

That's what
convinced the colonel.

All right, let him be convinced.
I'll take my chance.

Chance? What for?

You can't take a chance
when you haven't got one.

Sure I have!
I look forward to stand trial.

Trial? When they've
already convicted you!

They put this on you, Dave,

because they knew
you were my friend.

They knew we wouldn't submit.

It's a plot to break
up our settlement.

Well... Have you any plan?

Not a plan, just an alternative.

We'll stand together and fight.

Fight? Against Fetterman
and a whole troop of cavalry?

They'd wipe us out.

We came out here to be free.

I'll not let you
sacrifice yourself.

John, you...

You've forgotten about
the families coming tomorrow.

Do you want them to find
a graveyard instead of a home?

Yeah, a fine home with the
shadow of your murder in it.

I won't let you do it, John.

I'm gonna take a chance
at that trial.

Halt! You leave this place
and I'll put you under arrest.

But I won't bring on
a fight, that's final.

It's my risk, I'm gonna take it.

No!
Not when you haven't done anything.

All right, John.

You've forced me
to tell you the truth.

- Truth?
- Sure.

I've never admitted
even to myself

that the war between
the states was ended.

- I still hate them.
- God, you're crazy!

Colonel Strong is right.

I was in that attack
on the wagon train.

Well, I don't believe you.

Thanks, John.

That's what I hoped you'd say.

You see, I...

I wanted to go to the fort,
give myself up and...

And you'd always
believe me innocent.

Do you hear me?
I don't believe you!

John, look at me.

Have I ever lied to you?

Oh..

Now you know, John.

Don't try to stop me.

- I'm going.
- Sergeant Hampton!

Put this man under arrest!

See that he doesn't leave
this place.

Sure.

I helped Red Cloud kill those
Yankees and take that powder wagon.

Dave!

Don't you know what you've done?

Now you've taken it
out of my hands.

Your orders are
to bring in Kirby.

Take plenty of men.

If Morgan resists,
bring them all in.

- Riley will accompany you.
- Yes, sir.

You know, Captain,

one good bullet
will get their leader,

and the rest of the gang
will skip the country.

' Capt .
. Sign!

- Do you understand my orders?
- Yes, sir.

That's all.

Father, you know
Captain Morgan will resist.

Please, give him time
to think over your demands.

He can do his thinking here.

He'll have a soldier's chance
to meet the charges

and a soldier's no matter.

[trumpet playing]

Are you in love
with Captain Morgan?

That's what we wanted
to tell you last night.

Morgan's on the other side
of the fence.

Bitter, unreasonable,
quarrelsome.

An enemy of the United
States government.

So you see, my dear,
that makes him an enemy of us.

And that means...
We must both forget him.

Lieutenant Kirby left the fort
yesterday for about three hours.

He said he was deer hunting.
He left me in charge.

Anything else?

Accept his confession to me
in your presence

that he was guilty
of the charge.

That's all.

Men...

You've heard the evidence
and the prisoner's confession.

Do not be influenced
by sympathy or fear.

If you believe
in Lieutenant Kirby innocent,

do not be urged in your decision
by threats of armed force.

We're not afraid to die.

Conviction means death
before the firing squad.

Hawkins.

- Guilty.
- Clark.

Guilty, sir.

- Forester.
- Guilty.

- Fraser.
- Guilty.

Pope.

Guilty.

Johnson.

I guess he's guilty.

This is not a matter
of guessing.

It's a matter of a man's life.

Guilty.

Williams.

Guilty, sir.

Wainwright.

Wainwright!

Guilty.

- Van Zandt.
- Guilty, sir.

Lieutenant David Kirby...

Stand up.

You've heard the verdict.

Have you anything to say

before sentence
ls pronounced on you?

Not-- [clears throat]
Nothing, sir.

It is the judgment and
sentence of this court

that you be delivered into the
custody of Sergeant Hampton

and that you be
immediately executed

before a firing squad.

Johnson, Williams!

Cole, Hawkins!

Van Zandt, Pope!

Forward, hut!

[feet thumping]

I had to see you, sir.

- It can wait.
- No! Not this.

Dave Kirby isn't guilty.

He didn't do it!

- What?
- I Said he didn't do it!

How do you know this?

I stole Dave's sword.

Riley made me do it.

[gunshots]

[--Taps" playing]

Riley's been selling powder
to the Indians all along!

If Red Cloud gets
that train today,

he'll wipe out everybody.

Our families will be
the first ones massacred.

Hampton!

- Yes, sir.
- Get the men in their saddles.

We'll have to dodge
Fetterman's cavalry, sir.

No, we'll need Fetterman
to help us.

Wainwright!

I'm one of Fetterman's
cavalry, slr.

The Indians ambushed us,
killed every man but me.

Oh, it was horrible.

Fetterman massacred?

- On his way up here?
- Yes.

What about Colonel Strong?
Didn't he send reinforcements?

They couldn't.
Every trooper was with us, 81.

If we only had those new
breech-loading rifles

that are coming today,
we might've stood them off.

Coming from where?

The wagon train from the East.

That's our train! Our people.

We've got to get
to that train first.

We've got to get those rifles.

It's the only way
we stand a chance

against Red Cloud
and his thousands.

Come on!

Toby, you've gotta do the most
important thing in your life.

Yes, sir.

Ride to the fort
and tell Colonel Strong

the Indians have killed
Captain Fetterman

and all of his men.

Tell him to close those gates
and protect his people.

He's not to come out until
I bring that wagon train in.

Now, you mustn't fail me, Toby.

Yes, sir.
I's a Morgan, Captain John.

This man will go with you.

[hooves clattering]

Come on, men!

How long before
we get to the fort, mister?

Well, we're getting pretty near,
I reckon.

I'll bet your brother will be
surprised to see you, Julie.

I hope he won't be angry because
I came without letting him know.

Oh, I'll bet Dave told him.

No, I asked him not to.

Move over. You've had
that looking glass long enough.

How do I look, Julie?

Well, under the circumstances,
I'd say you look fine.

Wouldn't it be terrible if that man
changed his mind and wouldn't marry me?

[chuckling] It would be cheaper
than sending you back home.

[coach rattling]

[man yelling]

Lieutenant Gilchrist, Fetterman and
his men have been massacred.

Red Cloud's on the warpath.
The whole country's on fire!

This wagon train
is his next objective.

Get ready for an attack.

If this is a trick, I--

Pull those wagons into a circle!

I'm in command here!

Not so! These are my people.

They'll be defended by my men.

If you cause trouble,
you'll divide our forces

and that will be the finish.

Come on, make up your mind!

Fight Red Cloud or me.
I'm taking charge.

It's your responsibility.

- Absolutely.
- You win.

All right, get those wagons
in position!

Wagons, form circle!

Where are those
breech-loading rifles?

In there.

Hampton, get those
breech-loaders out

and distribute them.

- Show them how they work.
- Yeah. This way, men!

John! John! Here I am!

- Where is Dave?
- Captain Morgan, where is Dave?

You girls get back in the wagon.

- We're being attacked by Indians.
- [women screaming]

Hold it!

Men, you put
the cartridges in here.

You open it like this.

- I hope it will be a big fight.
- Keep down!

John says it's Red Cloud and
he's got thousands of Indians.

Thousands?

[whooping]

[gunshots]

What's the plan, Gilchrist?

If you ask me, Red Cloud's
gonna wipe out every white man

of the Bozeman today.

We'll get him yet if he keeps
throwing Indians at us.

[gunshot]

- Make every shot count.
- Yes, sir.

How's Lieutenant
Gilchrist coming along?

A lot better at fighting
than convoy work.

He'll do, Hampton.

[whooping]

[gunshots]

This is the most important
wagon of the lot, boys.

- The girls are in there.
- We won't let an Indian near it.

[indistinct]

Let's get that fellow
with the feathers.

I shot at that big fella
half a dozen times.

Nothing's touched him yet.

[gunshots]

Looks like they're leaving.
Must be they've had enough.

[cheering]

John!

Julie, get back inside!

[gunshots]

Hey, Morgan, I got
that big Indian.

I've got him!

[men cheering, chattering]

Julie.

Julie, speak to me.

Is this the way it feels...
when you're shot?

[melancholy music]

It doesn't hurt, John.

John...

Tell Dave I love him.

We were going to be married.

We wanted to surprise you.

You didn't know Dave and
I were going to be married.

He didn't tell you, did he?

No, he didn't, Julie.

He would've died
before he told you.

I asked him not to.

You'll take good care
of Dave, won't you?

Yes, Julie.

Don't let anybody hurt him.

No, Julie.

Come closer to me, John.

Tell Dave...

Captain Morgan, Colonel Strong
sends his compliments and...

Tell Colonel Strong

Dave Kirby was tried
by his own men and...

executed.

Tell him the boy was innocent.

Tell him you left me
holding the...

dead body of the girl
he was to marry.

[sobbing] Tell him
that girl was my... sister.

That's all.

We're gathered here today

on this most solemn
and sacred occasion.

Do you take these women to be
your lawfully wedded wives?

And do you pledge
your troth to them

in all love and honor,

in all duty and service,

in all faith and tenderness,

to live with them
and cherish them

according to the
ordinance of God

in the holy bound of marriage?

We do.

Go on, John.

Unless you don't want me.

The men will now repeat
the words after me,

using their own names
when I say John.

I, John, take thee, Lucinda,
to be my lawfully wedded wife.

[men repeating]

Say, honey, what's your name?

- Mandy Johnson!
- Oh.

I, Toby, take thee,
Mandy Johnson,

for my awfully, lawfully
wedded wife.

And I do promise in covenant
before God and these witnesses

to be thy faithful
loving husband

in plenty and in want,
in joy and in sorrow,

in sickness and in health,
so long as we both shall live.

I, Lucinda, take thee, John,

to be my lawfully
wedded husband.

And now, inasmuch
as we've expressed these vows,

according to the laws
of our colony,

and by authority of the law
vested in me as your leader,

I now pronounce us
husbands and wives. 1196