Original subtitles

[woman sings] ♪ Tell you a story, it's a true one ♪

♪ And l'll tell it like you'll understand ♪

♪ And l ain 't gonna talk like some history man ♪

♪ l look out and l see a land ♪

♪ Young and lovely ♪

♪ Hard and strong ♪

♪ For 15, 000 years ♪

♪ We've danced her praises ♪

♪ Paid our thanks ♪

♪ And we 've just hegun ♪

♪ This, this is my country ♪

♪ Young and growing ♪

♪ Free and flowing ♪

♪ Sea to sea ♪

♪ Yes, this is my country ♪

♪ Ripe and hearing miracles ♪

♪ ln every pond and tree ♪

♪ l can stand upon a hill at dawn ♪

♪ Look all around me ♪

♪ Feel her surround me ♪

♪ Soldier blue, can 't you see her life has just begun? ♪

♪ It's heating inside us ♪

♪ Telling us she's here to guide us ♪

♪ Ooh, soldier blue, soldier blue ♪

♪ Can 't you see that there 's another way to love her? ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Yes, this is my country ♪

♪ I sprang from her ♪

♪ And l'm learning how to count upon her ♪

♪ Tall trees and the corn is high country ♪

♪ Yes, l love her ♪

♪ And l'm learning how to take care of her ♪

♪ Ooh, soldier blue, soldier blue ♪

♪ Can 't you see that there 's another way to love her? ♪

♪ Soldier hlue ♪

♪ Soldier hlue ♪

♪ Can 't you see that there 's another way to love her? ♪

♪ Ooh! ♪

[tranqul music plays]

[flec buzzing]

[horse snortc]

[flec buzzing]

Stupid fool hat.

Honus. . . Hey, Honus!

Dd you see 'em? Did you see the chape of them boobs?

[flec buzzing]

[blows a raspberry]

[horse snortc]

[chckens clucking]

[chckens cluckng , sheep bleating]

[flec buzzing]

Well? Well , where is she? Where's the woman?

Oh , what the devil? Who put her in there?

She's yours, Captan , you've got her.

Bitch.

Detail , forward . Ho!

[miltary drumming music plays]

[Western mucc plays]

Look at her, sitting n there.

Two years captive with them red bucks.

Don't t make you wonder though?

What?

How many of 'em got to her. Don't it get you all worked up?

-I cwear, sometimes you talk Ike a pervert. -Me?

It's not her fault the Cheyennes grabbed her.

Well , l'm not sayin' it s, but...

Lordy God , I'd sure Ike to get my hands on some of that.

You can keep your hands to yourself when we get to Fort Reunion .

-Why? -He's watn0 for her there.

-Who? -Her fiancé.

Spngarn !

Spngarn !

-We need flankers. -Sr?

You ought to put out some flankers.

Are you advsng me, Captan?

Me? I'm only the paymaster.

You get no "advice" from me, soldier.

I'm telling you , put out some flankers.

[Iaughs] And what are you afraid of, sir? Road agents?

-[solder chuckln0] -Cheyenne!

Excuse me, Captain, but I an't heard yet

about no Injuns comin' after a paymaster's detail .

They got no use for that money chect.

Flankers.

Yes, sr.

[Western mucc plays]

Gd up!

AII right.

I guess we're out far enough .

-Why pick on us? -Why us?

Just gettng up real close, you could almost see her.

You could take your hand and you could ...

you could put it rght around one of her pretty Ittle ankles.

You could , Honus.

And you're a snot nose.

You're a good friend, the best friend I ever had ,

but you're a snot nose and you always will be...

[gunshot echoes]

Wllie!

[gunshot, horse whinnes]

[war cries]

[tense music plays]

Take cover!

Take cover!

Spingarn , you stupd son of a btch !

-Dismount! -Take cover and fre at wll !

Oh , my God .

[gunfire]

[war cries, gunfire]

Leutenant, the woman.

The woman!

[gunfire]

[Lieutenant] Gid up!

[Western mucc plays]

[gunfire]

[war cry]

[tense Western mucc plays]

[gunfire]

You stupid cockng murdern0 bastards!

I mbeciles! Murderers!

Now, I advise you to try and control your...

Oh , my God , Iook at that.

-We can treat with them . -What?!

White fla9 . Talk to them . We can make 'em Isten!

Captan, them bloody butchers want nothing more than our hides.

I'm gonna talk to them.

I'm gonna talk to them.

-Come back here! -Lsten ! You I ndans!

-No kll ! No-- -[gunshot]

[war cries and gunfire continue]

[shouting in Cheyenne]

Fire! Fre! Leutenant, fre! Fre!

Won't take 'em Iong now.

[gunfire continues]

[tense music plays]

[woman] Hey! Hey, up here! Come on !

Come on!

Well , don't just stand there. Get your ass up here!

Jeez! Are you it?

-What? -You all that's coming?

-I don't know. -Well , follow me!

Wait.

Hey, get down. Come on .

[woman] Well, there goes the wa0on .

They'll be Iooking for us.

Nah . Not for long . Not him.

Not who?

Spotted Wolf.

I n case you don't know what hit you , they're Cheyenne.

How can you tell t's Spotted Wolf?

-I saw him. -You know hm by sght?

I know him .

-What's your name? -Honus Gant.

Cresta Marbel Lee.

-Are you wounded there? -What?

Are you wounded?

Oh ...

No, that's not my blood .

Good , 'cause we've got a lon0 wait.

They are gonna be messin' with those bodies down there for hours.

What. . . What are you doing?

I'm takin' off my pants.

-[Honus] Why? -Oh!

'Cauce it's hotter than hell and they're tching.

Oh ...

[she sighs]

We'd better take it easy. Get comfortable.

I sure as hell wish I hadn't lost my hat.

Uh . . . Miss?

Um?

About Spotted Wolf, how do you , uh ...

I was his wife.

Oh .

[whistlng]

[vultures shrieking]

Hey, look here.

Come on . There.

Hey, what are you doing there?

Nothng .

Look, I don't want to rush you , solder, but t's 0oing to be dark in a couple of hours

and we can't han0 around here.

You're. . . You're robbn0 the dead .

My God . You're robbng the dead !

Yeah, well, I sure as hell an't getting much.

A little hard tack mostly, but that'll keep us going for a while.

You find anythng better?

My God !

-It was you . -Me?

-He was Iooking for you . -What the hell are you talkng about?

Spotted Wolf. He was out to bring you back.

-Bullshit! -The Cheyennes would ...

-What? -You heard me.

I had nothng to do with t.

The Cheyennes would never attack a paymaster'c detal .

Bullsht!

He was lookng for you !

Ah , he wouldn't trouble hmself.

Don't flatter me, Solder BIue.

I'm not worth any chest of 0old .

They've got no use for gold .

Well, what the hell do you think they were fghting wth?

Rifles cost money, see, and f you don't believe me,

then try and find the pay chest.

Go ahead . Find t.

Any more questons?

I want to say something .

Yeah , well , hang on to t, we're leaving.

-For them . -Huh?

Something must be sad for them .

Oh .

You mean a knd of servce, huh?

Ah, what the hell , go ahead .

Should be a prayer.

Right! A prayer.

I bet you know a hundred prayers.

-I should be here. -Huh?

I should be here, lying wth them , with my company.

Why? I mean, you've come out pretty good t seems to me.

See, they're all Iyng here dead , and you're still walkng .

Murdering savagec!

[she exhales] Yeah , you go rght ahead .

You can howl at the moon if you want to,

but it's not gon0 to get uc back to Fort Reunon .

Now, you say your something , or let's get the hell out of here.

"Theirs not to make reply,

Thers not to reason why,

Theirs but to do and de.

I nto the valley of Death rode the sx hundred .

Storm'd at wth shot and shell ,

Boldly they rode and well ,

I nto the jaws of. . . of death ,

l nto the mouth of Hell rode the sx hundred .

Flached all their cabres bare,

Flashed as they turned n air,

Chargng an army While all the world wondered .

Thers not to reason why,

Theirs but to do and de,

l nto the valley of Death rode the six hundred ."

Jesus.

[Cresta hummn0 a tune]

Throw them out.

-What? -Your socks. Why do you bother?

[dstant anmal shreks]

Here.

-[he coughs and splutterc] -What's the matter?

-It's mud ! -It's a Ittle dirty.

-Where's the canteens? -Oh , no!

You're not gonna touch comethng that was robbed from the dead , are you?

Well, we. . . We mght be needn0 them later.

That's usng your head , Soldier BIue.

Would you like some more mud?

Isn't t. . . Can't you do somethng wth that dress?

-Huh? -Can't you pull t together some way?

Couple of days I'll lose a few pounds I won't be shown' through so much .

Ah , It never dd fit me anyway. It was one of hers.

Whose?

That woman at the Snake Flats Agency.

Right off, she stripped me down naked ,

stuck me in a tub, and gave me this here dress.

Hey! Hey, did you see the hat?

Big , bri0ht yellow hat she gave me. It covered my whole face.

I dd love that hat, though .

[tutc] I'm sck at heart about losn0 that.

Sck at heart.

-You can say that now? -What's the matter? What'd I say?

Twenty-one men Iyn0 dead back there

and you sit here mourning a yellow hat.

-Twenty-one men ! -A drop in the old bucket.

-A what? -It's not the army, Solder BIue.

They're not the ones getting killed off n this damn fool country.

Our country, Mcc Lee, c neither damned or foolish .

Balls!

Mss Lee, you have a most profane way of speaking.

You should hear me in Cheyenne. Do you want to? [speaks Cheyenne]

-No! -Good brave lads,

comin' out here to kill themselves a real live I njun ,

puttin' up ther forts in a country they've got no claim to.

So what the hell do you expect the I ndans to do?

St back on ther butts while the army takes over their land?

You saw for yourself what they dd , taking off scalps.

Yeah , and who taught them that Ittle trck? The whte man !

And cuttng off hands? And cuttn0 off feet and cutting off...

I know what they cut off,

but at least they don't make tobacco pouches out of them. Huh-uh .

That's something else you solder boyc made up.

Oh , you're lying .

You ever see an Indian camp after the army'c been there, huh?

You ever see the women and what was done to them before they were killed?

Ever see the little boys and girls stuck on the long knifes, hmm?

Stuck and dyng?

Well , I have.

You're Iyng .

[distant anmal howls]

Go to cleep.

You're Iyng .

[singng] ♪ My true love sleeps o'er the hillside ♪

♪ Hey, ho, tiddle-um-dey ♪

♪ My true love sleeps o'er the hillside ♪

♪ Hey, ho, tiddle-um-dey ♪

♪ Hey, ho, tiddle-um-dey A few more jumps ♪

♪ And I'll be with him Hey, ho. . . ♪

I'll tell you about that hat.

That hat was just Ike the one my daddy gave me...

on a Sunday morning a Iong tme ago.

He knelt down and he kissed me,

and he put that hat on my head .

That's the last I ever saw of hm .

-You mean he died? -Hell no, he ran off and left me.

Put me in an orphanage on Canal Street.

Ah , what the hell? Whoever asked to get themselves born anyway, huh? Who?

-I'm going to sleep. -You do that, coldier,

and you try to keep your mnd off me.

-Miss Lee, I certainly have at no. . . -Oh , I know.

If you get too all-fred horny during the nght

just go soak your head n the stream over there.

♪ My true love sleeps o'er the hillside ♪

♪ Hey, ho, tiddle-um-dey ♪

♪ My true love sleeps o'er the hillside ♪

♪ Hey, ho, tiddle-um-dey ♪

[brght musc plays]

Well ...

[Honus] That's it. Over there.

-What? -The old Garvey wagon road .

-Well , what about it? -We'Il be sticking close to t.

Why?

Well , it's a straight shoot right into Fort Reunon .

Maybe four days at the most.

There we are, rght out there n the open,

and there they come a-whooping t out of nowhere.

They'II have us han0ing feet hgh , and let the crows pluck out our eyec.

You may not be aware, Mss Cresta Lee,

but I'm a professional soldier,

and l happen to be well-experenced n this part of the country.

How long have they kept you a private, Prvate?

No one's kept me, Miss Lee. It was my father'c wsh .

You take that road , Soldier Blue,

and you'II 9et your father coming out here to bury you .

My father's dead .

He was killed at Little Bighorn last year. Murdered by the Soux.

I wonder f that General Custer took your father'c advice.

Well, it's a sure thng I ain't takin' yours.

Listen, you keep the rifle,

the jerky you can have, just give me some of this hard tack.

There. There we are.

Good luck, Solder BIue, I'II tell them at the fort t wasn't my fault.

[whimsical musc plays]

[water rppling]

[brd caws, wngs flap]

Hey, Private Gant!

Miss Lee!

[whimsical musc plays]

Well . . . You get Iost?

-Couldn't do it. -Huh?

Leaving you all alone.

I couldn't forgive myself f comethng happened to you .

Well , thank you!

What could I say to your fancé?

Oh , you know about him, huh?

Well , how could I face him? How could I Iook hm n the eye?

Yeah, I see. A solder's duty for another solder,

and to hell wth me.

It's a matter of princple, Miss Lee.

It's a matter of crap.

Have some berries.

Berries make me sick.

-Well, Christ. . . -Aa0h!

Uh! [coughs]

Look at that, another rip.

Goddammt!

Do you talk in front of hm that way?

-Who? -Your fiancé?

That's a funny thng , you know. We don't talk.

I can't remember one conversation we ever had .

He'd just grab hold and l'd hold off, and ...

Thank goodness I held off lon9 enough .

[nsects buzzing]

So he joned the army. Huh ! Boy, that did t.

Six lon0 months at Fort Reunon , and no women .

[she chuckles]

I was sent for, to come out and have a miltary wedding .

And here I am, ctll trying to get there.

-You sure he's still waiting? -Yeah, he sad so in the telegraph .

The way you put it, well ...

[chuckles] A person gets the idea you're marrying hm for money.

-[he chuckles] -Yeah , l am.

[Honus pantn0]

[he 9runts]

Lose something?

-My sock. -No?

-It's gone! -I'll tell you , solder,

t's 0onna cut your washing n half.

-I'm going back a ways. -You're not!

-It won't take but a moment. -Look, l promce,

I won't report you for being out of uniform.

Jesus Chrst!

A hundred miles ahead of us, and you're gon0 back?!

Back?

What the hell am I doing? Twenty-one solders, and I get you!

[tense music plays]

[Western mucc plays]

Don't touch t. Don't you lay a finger to that rifle! You hear me?

It's hdden there under the jacket. You just Iet it stay Ike that.

-Cheyennes? -Kiowa!

Oh .

And they want to kll us, but not too quick.

-Where'd they come from? -From one lousy sock.

-Well , we've got to do something . -You can watch .

What're you talkn9 about?

They're going to rape me, Soldier BIue,

and then they're gonna kill us afferwards.

Oh , my God !

[she speaks Kowa]

-Did l cee you . . . -l cpit.

-Well , how could you . . . -Shh !

[he speaks Kiowa]

-What's gon9 on? -I insulted them.

Oh, no!

I told them they were five old women .

I said that they were afraid of you ,

that you were tall and strong and feared nothng .

You .

Wat. Don't pck t up. Take off your clothes.

Not me! Look at hm , Soldier BIue.

He can move twice ac fast as you can

n those stupid army pants. Take 'em off!

I can't fight n my lon0 johns...

Take them off too!

He can hold you wth them .

Look, it's my Ife as well as yours. You want to kill us both? Take 'em off!

-I can't! -Take 'em off!

-No! -You bastard !

Shut up!

[men Iaughng]

[men Iaughng]

[dramatc music plays]

[he groans]

Yaaaaa! Ooh !

[groans softly]

[Cresta] KII hm !

You've won . They expect you to kll hm .

[dramatc music plays]

Hey, Honus! You did it!

You did it!

[tranqul music plays]

Honus.

Hey, Honus. . . wait for me!

Honus, wait up!

What. . . What are you doing?

L'm freezing my ass off.

You . . . You can't cleep here.

Why not?

Well ...

I'm here.

Turn over and close your eyes, we'II be warm in no time.

[romantc music plays]

Honus, what are you dong?

I can't!

Can't what?

I can't do it.

What do you want to do, Honus?

Oh , here, take it. You take it.

-[goat bleating] -[she laughs]

[soffly] Food .

-I want the rifle, Honus. -What for?

-It's a goat. -What?

Honect to God , t is a real live goat.

Now don't argue with me. Give me the rifle.

-I want to see for myself. -Oh , no, Honuc!

-Gve me that rfle. -You'll scare hm .

He can hear us and you're gonna miss him by three hlls.

-I'll get him. -You'II miss him.

-I'll get him. -You'II miss him.

[birds cawng]

He's gone.

Look, you dumb, dumb solder, he's 0one!

You stupd , beardless, tenderfoot!

I hope you choke on berres! Do you hear me?

I hope you throw up all night!

Ah!

Miss Lee!

Cresta!

[upbeat music plays]

Bran shot. . . dead on .

Oh , Honuc!

It's beautful .

Ah!

Oh , Honuc!

[water flowing]

[burps]

I've got to tell you the truth , Honus, he was a tough old bastard .

-Please, I've asked you not to. . . -AII right, all right, I'm sorry.

-It's not that I'm a prude or anythng. . . -l know you're not, Honus.

And l'll really try to be more careful .

[burps] Eurgh !

Well , I guess it's time we turned n .

It's stupd .

You over there, and me over here.

Honus?

AII ri0ht, I guess you're right.

[she sighs]

Honus, wll you be all right? I mean ...

-I know what you mean . -WII you?

I'll make it. . . somehow.

Lsten , I'll try not to move much .

-That'll help. -I will .

Smells like ran .

Well , there sn't a cloud in the sky.

-'Nght, Honus. -Goodnght, Mss Lee.

[rain splatterng]

[thunder rumblec]

Shut up!

It's a white man's fre.

How do you know?

It's different from a red man's fire.

Oh ...

Gosh Almghty!

I hope you'll forgve the ntruson , sir.

I'm Prvate Honus Gant of the Colorado 11 th Cavalry.

Lord , declare!

This youn9 lady s Miss Cresta Lee, from New York Cty.

So t s, so it s.

We're trying to get to Fort Reunon .

You see, my troop was wiped out by the Cheyennes.

-Devls, devils. -It was a paymaster's escort,

and Miss Lee had joined us to meet her fancé.

Good . Good for you .

Where's your guns?

-Guns? -Guns. You're not armed , are you?

Oh, no. We lost our rifle in the flood .

Hey! That was a rpper, weren't t?

Come near drownin', my two beauties, there.

They been 1 6 years wth Isaac Cumber.

We're pleased to meet you , Mr Cumber.

Isaac Q. The "Q" part was my daddy's joke,

beng as he calls me Cumber. . . O-Cumber.

But I kinda Iike it.

Well ...

That'c quite a wagon . You travel in style.

Yeah , I do, I surely do.

I got grub and tools and blankets and bolts of calco, just n case.

Oh , n case of I ndans, huh?

Take a look.

Take a look in these eyes, soldier. That'c honesty you cee there.

Hard rock honesty!

I treats 'em fair, and I treats 'em square,

and they don't fool none with Isaac O!

-What about hostiles? -Hostles?

You think I'd trade with hostiles? Devls.

Yeah , devls.

Hey, you look kinda peaked , mssy. You don't talk much, huh?

Well , that's all right. A man would rather Iook at a woman

than talk to her, any day, and you ...

l can see more of you rght now than I seen of my wife in 2I years.

God rest her soul .

Her frosty-faced soul .

-We could use some food , Mr Cumber. -Yeah , you could , you surely could .

I'm, uh. . . I'm partial to rabbit, mycelf.

Oh, that'd be fne.

If you don't mnd , I could use some of your calico.

Help yourself, in back of the wagon.

-Have we met? -What?

-I got the feeling we met. -No, I don't thnk so.

I n my rucksack, help yourcelf, good lye soap,

you can scrub each other off,

or whatever else you have a mind to.

-Are you sure haven't met him before? -l'm sure.

-Think about t. -Why?

-Because there's something wrong . -What?

-I don't know. -The man'c a devl , ri0ht?

-He's a post trader, ri0ht? -Yeah, s t co wron9?

Post traders don't 0o out lookn0 for gold ,

-and especally not in Indian country. -So he wants to get rch quck.

-Who doesn't? -Well, I still think that...

Oh, no! Please don't thnk! Not now!

-We have got food and a nce warm fire. . . -Well , what f he, uh ...

Wat a mnute.

How do we know he didn't meet you at Spotted Wols camp?

-He doesn't trade with hostiles, devils. -That could be it.

-What could be t? -Tradng with the Cheyennes.

-Bolts of cloth? -I mean guns.

-Gold? -Rifles.

Well , there's the wagon . Go Iook for 'em!

[Cresta coughs]

Ya like it?

It's different.

Boy, Honus, you sure know how to flatter a grl .

Must be a born 0ift.

They could be hidden somewhere else, nailed up tight somewhere.

-Here. -What?

Take a bath .

Lsten to me. That old man

is trading off rfles for the pay chest we had .

Honus, if I'm gonna look different, you mght as well smell different.

-Now take the soap. -Maybe t's 0ot a false bottom .

-I'm 0oing to take a look. . . -No!

-Right now, before he gets back. -No!

-Oh , get out of my way. -Honus, you've got no right.

-Get out of the way! -No!

-You crazy. . . Oh! -No!

-Get down ! Get off me! -Leave it alone, Honus!

-Christ, stop t! -Aa0h!

You've known t all along .

The rifles are ncde,

and you have met hm before.

-Twce. -Selling gunc!

-Yes. -To the Cheyenne.

-Yes! -To kll Amercan solders,

and you wouldn't stop him?

I couldn't then . I wouldn't now!

What? For your own people?

Most people I know live n New York Cty.

-For your country, then . -Whose country, then?

Ths sn't my country. We're n I ndan country.

Okay. Why?

Tell me, why did you ever Ieave the Cheyennes?

AII ri0ht. You really want to know?

Because they talk different,

they dress dfferent, and they eat dfferent.

Because I am not a Cheyenne, Solder Blue, and I never will be,

but I can tell you ri0ht now I'd rather be one

than any rump-butt solder

of any bloodthrsty army you can name!

You're a trator, Miss Lee.

Well , at Ieast that's settled .

[dramatc music plays]

[0unchot]

Cresta?

Got a good Iook, dd you? I thought you would .

-Where is she? -Clunkered !

Got her with my rifle butt over there, by the fre.

Don't worry, soldier. She ain't marked none, it won't show a bit.

[lsaac sings] ♪ l've got a heart full of love for every star in the sky ♪

♪ I've got a heart full of love for every hird on the wing ♪

♪ I've got a heart full of love for every hird that can sing ♪

♪ Tellin ' you l've got a heart full of love ♪

♪ That wants to get up and fly ♪

-[Cresta straining] -♪ l've got a song in my heart ♪

♪ And my darlin ' knows why ♪

♪ l've got a song in my heart ♪ -Bte it!

What?

Use your teeth .

♪ L've got a song in my heart ♪

♪ For every fish in the sea ♪

♪ Tellin ' you l've got a song in my heart ♪

What's the matter?

[singing contnues]

Honus?!

What are you doing?

[Honus si0hs heavily]

Aagh!

-Sorry! -Never mnd . Keep at t!

-Are you all rght? -Chew! Chew!

♪ L've got a song in my heart ♪

♪ That wants to get up and fly ♪

♪ l've got a song in my heart ♪

♪ And my darlin ' knows why ♪

[chucklng]

Look at it, would ya?

Nature's wonderland . [chuckles]

Out here I feel l'm close to the great secret of life tself.

Honest to God , I . . . [chuckles]

I get sort of choked up inside.

-[Cresta] You mag0ot! -U h , what?

I called you a ma0got!

A mag0ot? [chuckles]

The tiniest creature n God's unverse,

and which one of us is any better?

You? Me? Him? I wouldn't count on t.

There's only one thing certan right now, mssy.

Pretty soon you're gonna be back in the arms of your loved one,

and you can bet old Spotted Wolf

s 0onna be just a-tchin' to get hs handc on you .

Are you plannng to starve us first?

Not if l know Spotted Wolf. He's gonna want somethn' real plump

to 0et hs hands on, huh? [chucklec]

How about it, mssy? What about a jucy rump steak, huh?

[chuckles]

Ought to be a young pron0horn around here somewheres.

You got any sweet nothing's Ieft, solder,

you'd better say 'em now.

[chuckles]

Quick! Come on, get at 'em!

-I can't! -Why not?

-I haven't 9ot any spit left to chew wth . -Chew dry! Come on !

That's t!

Come on!

It's coming, I can feel it! A Ittle harder.

Pull ! Pull ! Good !

Come on , Honuc!

It's comng . Pull !

A little. . . I got t, Honus!

-Give me your feet, soldier. -What?

I'II cut your feet Ioose, but that's all .

Then we 0et rght out of here.

-What about the guns? -They stay where they are.

You're going to let hm brn9 those guns in now when you know what they'II be used for?

I'm gvn9 the Cheyenne something to keep them alive.

Nobody's going to murder them . They'll be given Iand ,

-a place to live in peace. -Bullshit!

-Cut me Ioose! Cut me Ioose! -Not your hands, just your feet.

[tense music plays]

He's got the only saddle. We'll have to rde out bareback.

What the hell are you dong?

[flames roaring]

What do you want? A medal? Come on !

[bullets explodn0]

Gd up!

[bullets explodn0]

[dramatc music plays]

Yah!

[0unchot]

[horse whinnies]

Get the horse!

Aagh!

Honus! Honus! Come on, get up here. You can make t.

-Rde! Go on , get out of here. -Get up here, you son of a bitch .

Gid up, boy. [chuckles]

Gd up! Yah!

[groans]

[groans]

Honus, we gotta to keep 0oing .

[Honus groanc]

Honus, he'c following us.

[flec buzzing]

Han0 on, damn it. Hang on!

Whoa! Come back here. Come on. Come on back, come on .

Wait!

[flec buzzing]

[tense music plays]

♪ L've got a heart full of clouds and my darlin' knows why ♪

[groanng soffly]

Honus, shut up.

For God's sake. Shut up, dammit!

[gentle music playc]

How's your Ieg?

Stll moves.

You're lucky, that bullet went clean through .

It's my head that hurts.

Here, I want you to eat some of these.

Make you feel better.

It's good . What is it?

Have some more.

I chewed up some roots and packed them right there in your wound .

It killc the poison.

Bg I njun medcne, you know.

Wouldn't thnk your everyday savage

would have time for medicine, would you?

No, I guess not.

Anyway, you're lookn' pretty good now, Honus.

So do you .

Me?

Here, have some more of ths.

You haven't told me what t c.

It's snake.

-Snake? -You've 9ot to cook t just right.

I bet you do.

So...

You look better than I've ever seen you before.

You look all shiny and . . . and beautful .

Lke an angel .

Cresta.

What the hell are you dong?

God , what was in that snake?

No, t's not the snake.

-You've got your fever back. -No.

Hey! Look at me. I'm a trator, remember?

Mm-hm , I know.

And for God's sake, look at the way I swear all the time.

That's true.

Well ...

Well , how the hell . . . How can you tell ...

l'd rather not tell you anything .

Huh?

I'd rather hold you , Cresta Marbel Lee.

Damn .

Don't!

PIease to God , don't.

Not unless you mean it.

Solder BIue...

[tranqul music plays]

Cresta!

Cresta!

Cresta!

[Cresta laughs]

[Cresta] Come onl Honus!

I'm trying to be serous.

-[Honus] I am cerious. -[Cresta] Oh !

I've been thinking . I should just go on.

-What, alone? -l can travel a lot faster alone,

and then l'd have 'em back here for you

with real food , and a horse, and clean socks.

We are 0oing back together.

You and me, we're here, Honus. Don't you see?

The two of us, right here. That's all .

We can't be anyplace else.

And when we go back, t's not "we" anymore.

[romantc music plays]

[tense music plays]

[upbeat music plays]

Excuse me. Sir, I'm sorry to break in on you Ike this.

-My name's Cresta Marbel Lee. -Cresta!

Johnny?

I could've swore...

Cresta, I can't...

I just can't beleve it.

My God! I'm only asking for two Iousy troopers.

What's so hard about that?

It's out of the question, Miss Lee. I'm corry, it can't be done.

He'll last two weeks if he's lucky.

Yes, well, perhaps by that tme, I may be able to cend some help.

-Well , that's mghty big of you, buster! -Cresta!

Gve me a horse and supplec. l'll go myself.

Miss Lee, this is wild country.

L'm sorry. I can't allow you to go out there by yourself.

Well , how the hell do you thnk I got here?!

[Johnny] Cresta!

Excuse me, sir, but if I could have a few moments alone wth Mss Lee?

I thnk you should , McNair. I sug9est a Iong and sober talk.

Yes, sr. Well , thank you , sir. If you'll excuse me, sr.

I ndeed .

-You know, Mtchell . -Yes, sir?

When I see young people today behavng like that, I just...

I can't help wonderng what this goddamn country s coming to.

[Johnny] Well , now damn it all , we're going to be married , aren't we?

What's so terrble about wanting to. . . get together wth my bride?

[Cresta] Well , nothing, but, I mean , don't we even get to say hello frst?

Oh, for Christ's sake!

Jesus! You got no reason to swear.

Swear? Me, swear?

You could send someone after Honus.

-We can't. Not for a whle. -Why not?

Cheyenne. And you , more than anyone,

-ought to appreciate that. -You'II never find 'em.

Oh, we already have. We know exactly where they are.

-Where? -Oh , juct a little wect of here.

Up by the Twn Rock Pass to Julesbur9 .

-Are you sure of that? -Of course.

We should be inside of their campground by tomorrow.

[Johnny moans and ksses]

You know, there's only one thng wrong with me, Johnny.

It's been so long . . . so very long .

Oh , yeah!

But now we're to0ether.

Yes.

Well, t's just that...

Well , I haven't had anythng to eat in two days, and l'm just so hungry,

-I don't know what I'm saying . -Hungry?

If we could just have a Ittle something

out on the tall grass there.

Oh , yeah!

Of course. I'II . . . I'll be ri0ht back.

Excuse me, mss? What are you doing?

It's all rght. He's my fiancé.

Bye.

[dramatic Western music plays]

Whoa, boy.

Whoa, boy, whoa.

[tense music plays]

[she speaks Cheyenne]

Cresta.

-[all laughing] -[she speaks Cheyenne]

[Colonel] Think of it then!

Put into your minds the dark abominations

of these Godless barharians.

Murder.

Rape.

Torture.

And when you thnk of your comrades,

fallen , butchered comrades,

ask yourself, are we 0oing to 0ive them the same mercy?

You just bet we are.

Major Phillps. Take over.

-Advance! Move out! -McNair?

[bugle sounds the advance]

[soldier] "A" cquadron!

-Forward ! -Any word about your, uh ...

fancée?

No, sr. I'm afrad she's...

Well, I think she's hopelessly nfatuated wth Prvate Gant.

Ah , that's too bad . I'm going to rde in the wagon .

Back's klling me.

[Colonel singc] ♪ Yes, we'll rally round the flag, boys, we 'll rally once again ♪

♪ Shouting the hattle cry of freedom ♪

♪ We will rally from the hills and we'll gather from the plains ♪

♪ Shouting the hattle cry of freedom ♪

♪ The Union forever Hurrah, boys, hurrah ♪

♪ Down with the traitor, up with the star ♪

♪ Yes, we 'll rally round the flag, we'Il rally once again ♪

♪ Shouting the hattle cry of freedom ♪

♪ We will rally from the hills and we'll gather from the plains ♪

♪ Shouting the hattle cry of freedom ♪

[Colonel] Well?

[McNar] It could be the two rear flankerc, sr.

-Except that there's three of them . -Let me have those.

[solder] We found this man rdng through Lever's Pass, cr.

That's not a cavalry mount.

If I may, sir, I'm attached to the Colorado 11 th Volunteers.

We're the Colorado 11 th Volunteers.

Yes, sr.

I'm Private Honus Gant, reporting.

You ...

[they speak Cheyenne] Big canons. Many soldiers wth rifles.

You must go.

We don't want war.

Your people gave me ther flag and the medallon of friendshp.

I can't trust them.

-They wll kll our people. -No.

We wll fght.

I want peace.

You are not wearn9 the necklace. My token of Iove.

Dd you give it to someone else?

And l must go to hm .

If you'd let me talk to her for just a few minutes,

she might convince Spotted Wolf to give up wthout a fight.

-Without a fght? -We destroyed the rfles

they were countn0 on , so they can't possibly win .

-There's just no sense to it. -Prvate Gant!

I don't know what sort of relatonship you and ths woman have had .

But l can assure you that my men are prepared to move

against the enemy at daybreak.

-And move they wll . -Sir, I--

Twenty-one of your own close comrades murdered .

-Cut to peces. -I know, sir.

The price will be paid , soldier.

-Is it worth it? -Dsmissed !

Yes, sr.

[bugle sounds]

Prepare to fire.

There just seems to be normal actvty over there, sir.

The cannon will commence firn9 at 7:30.

Six rounds apiece till we find the range.

I know, McNar, I know she's n there someplace.

No matter what we might think of her, she's stll a whte woman .

That can't be helped .

No, sir.

Can I depend on you?

I wll do my duty, sir.

Good , good .

All right, Lieutenant. Give the order.

-They're comng out, sr! -What? What's that?

I think it's Spotted Wolf! My God , sir. He's 0ot a flag of truce.

-Yes, sir. It's a white fla0 . -Nonsense!

-Well here, see for yourself. -I told you , Lieutenant. Give the order!

-Sr? -Well , gve the order!

Open fre!

Ready.

Commence fire!

[shouting in Cheyenne]

[soldier] AIl peces, ncrease elevaton one degree.

Fre when ready.

[pancked shouting and screamn0]

-They have the range now. -[Honus] Stop!

Stop!

[Colonel] Gant, 9et away from that cannon !

No!

-Arrest hm ! -Stop!

Arrest that man !

-[cannon fires] -No!

No! There's a whte woman in there!

-My God , Colonel , look. They're attacking. -God help you , Gant!

-[war cres, gunfire] -[dramatc music plays]

Form to! Form the horse!

[bugle sounds]

[gunfire]

[solders screaming]

[horse whinnies]

[man screams]

[man screams]

[man shouts in Cheyenne]

After them! Affer those bastards!

Man troops. Form coverng front. Brace for ncoming .

Form the line forward !

[man shouts in Cheyenne]

-[bugle sounds] -Draw sabres!

[bugle sounds]

Charge!

[bugle sounds]

[man shouts in Cheyenne]

[horses whinny]

Lne up the front.

[men screaming]

[bugle sounds]

[bugle sounds]

Troops, rally to your guidons.

[bugle sounds]

[Colonel] McNair, form these troops in two columns on the Ieft and the right.

Advance at full gallop, attacking the vllage on both flanks.

You take the left, I'II take the rght.

Artillery peces, cease firng .

[bugle sounds]

We'II attack ri0ht of the vllage.

Troops, at the front.

March!

[bugle sounds]

[miltary drumming music plays]

[officer] Troops, by the front. March .

[bugle sounds]

[dog barking]

Halt!

[he speaks Cheyenne]

[Colonel] Charge!

[bugle sounds]

-Are you okay, Colonel? -l'm all rght.

McNair.

Raze the villa0e! Burn thc. . . pestlence!

[men groaning]

[women screaming]

[women and children screaming]

[children screaming]

[woman screams]

[tense music plays]

[baby crying]

[women screaming]

[Cresta callng in Cheyenne]

[Honus] Cresta!

[woman screams]

[Honus] Cresta!

[woman screams]

Cresta!

Hold hs Ie9s.

Quickly! I'll kill him myself.

Hold his arms.

-[Spotted Wolf screams] -[solders laughing]

[solder whooping]

[solders lau0hing]

[woman screams]

Please. . . Please! PIease! Please!

[woman screams and sobs]

Please! PIease! PIease!

[child cres]

[woman screams]

[soft sobbing]

[tense music plays]

[child cres]

Whoo-hoo!

[gunshot echoes]

[child cres]

[solder] Get that white woman out of there.

[children cryn9]

No! Leave me alone!

[9irl screams]

[man screaming]

Aaagh !

-I'II put one poor devil out of its msery. -[child crying]

-Damn you ! -What are you don9?!

-Why? Why? Why? -Shut up, horny Ittle bastard!

-Why? Why? -Shut up. . . [gun clicks]

Mad .

[ccreams and 9unfre contnue]

[soldiers whoopng]

[all cheering]

[dramatc music plays]

Got a prayer, Soldier BIue?

A nice poem?

Say something pretty.

[0aggng]

[Colonel] And to each of you,

to officer and soldier alike...

I offer my most profound admiraton ,

my deepect affecton ,

and my overwhelmng gratitude for a job well done.

You men here today...

have succeeded in making another part of America

a decent place for people to live.

We have gven the I njun

a lesson he wll not soon forget.

But more than that, for the rest of your lives,

you men will hold your heads proud when this day is mentioned ,

and you will say, "Yes!

I was wth Ivercon !"

[cheering]

The 11 th Colorado Volunteers, move out!

[miltary drumming music plays]

Cresta!

[music fades]

[narrator] On November 29th, 1 854,

a unit of Colorado cavalry numhering over 700 men

attacked a peaceful Cheyenne village at Sand Creek, Colorado.

The Indians raised the American Flag and a white flag of surrender.

Nevertheless, the cavalry attacked, massacring 500 lndians,

more than half of whom were women and children.

Over one hundred scalps were taken, bodies dismembered,

plus numerous reports of rape.

General Nelson A. Miles, Army Chief of Staff,

termed the massacre, "Perhaps the foulest and most unjust crime

in the annals ofAmerica."

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