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Whoa, Cochise.

Easy, Cochise.

What's the matter? You smell a wolf
or something out there?

Ah, don't be afraid. Whatever it is,
it's more scared of us than we are of it.

Yeah. Don't you worry.

All right, sonny.

Turn around real slow or it's gonna be
the last turn you'll ever make.

And don't even wiggle a toe
or I'll turn you into a lead soldier.

I don't know who you are, mister,
but there's been a big mistake here.

The only mistake you made
was getting drunk

when you should've kept running.

You don't understand. Will you listen?
Shut up!

That's an Army saddle, right?

Army saddlebags?

You're nothing but a lousy deserter.

You're the third one
we've picked up this month.

A deserter? How can I be a deserter?
I've never even been in the Army.

Then you stole Army properly.
You're still in plenty of trouble.

Hey, sarge. Here's a paybook.
Name of Corporal Angus Borden.

So...

...you've never been
in the Army, huh?

Look, if you'll just listen to me
for a minute.

I was asleep--
Shut up!

I was asleep last night
and somebody hit me on the head!

Dugan, Rogers.

Truss this drunken deserter
up in that saddle.

Harris,
take care of the other horses.

It's just a shed way to Fen Meade,
son,

and then we'll get
everything straightened out.

You'll be lucky if you don't get shot.

Sergeant, if you'll just listen to me
for one minute...

Look...

Just one minute, listen...

Detail, halt!

Detail, dismissed!

What have you got there, sergeant?

A deserter, sir.

According to the payback
we found on him,

his name is Corporal Angus Borden.

Did you say
Corporal Angus Borden?

Yes, sir. That's the name
that was on the payback, sir.

Bring the prisoner over here,
sergeant.

Yes, sir.

Where are you from, corporal?
I am not a soldier.

Straighten up
when you're talking to the captain.

I'm not a soldier
and I'm not in the Army!

Shut up!

He smelled like a whiskey still
when we found him

and he still don't make any sense.

Captain, if you will listen to me
for one minute, I'll explain everything.

Go into my office.

No, wait a minute, sergeant.

I think I want to speak to him alone.
Wait outside, sergeant.

Company, ten-hut!

Adams?
Yo.

Floyd?
Right.

All right. What have you got to say?

My name is Joe Cartwright.

I was camped last night
on my way to Load City.

While I was asleep, a man,
evidently this man Borden,

knocked me on the head,

changed clothes with me,
switched horses.

This man you say knocked you out,
did you see him?

I just told you I was asleep.
How could I see him?

Wait a minute.

I got something here
that'll settle this.

All right, now, this is a letter
to a man named Billings in Lead City.

That should prove to you
that I am Joe Cartwright.

Well, is that proof enough?

Sergeant?
Yes, sir.

Sergeant, you've just earned yourself
a promotion.

Sir?

This is Corporal Angus Borden,

deserter from Fort Craig,
Montana Territory.

Coun-marfialed and convicted
for the killing of a superior officer.

That's ridiculous! I just gave you
a letter proving exactly who I am.

That proves nothing.
You undoubtedly stole it,

as you have undoubtedly stolen
other things to avoid your punishment.

Have you forgotten I was at Fen Craig
when you were tried and convicted?

I've never seen you before in my life.
Stop lying!

I intend to wire Fen Craig

for permission to execute
the prisoner here.

Keep a heavy guard on him,
sergeant.

Yes, sir.

He must be crazy.
He can't execute me.

He can and he will, sonny,
as soon as he gets official permission.

He's the commanding officer here.
I'm not Borden, I swear to you.

He couldn't have seen me
at Fen Craig, he's lying about it.

He's a captain in the United States
Army and you're still drunk.

Now, get in there!

Get in there.
Sergeant, will you listen to me?

A letter I just gave the captain
proves I'm Joe Cartwright.

And like the captain said,
you probably stole it.

Give me a chance
to prove to you I didn't.

Come on, sergeant,
give me a break.

Now, look, sonny,
the captain put the big finger on you.

There's nothing you can do
and there's nothing I can do.

Why not?
Because I'm in the Army, that's why.

I'm a sergeant and the captain's
my commanding officer.

What do you know about him?
What do I have to know about him?

It's like I said,
he's my commanding officer.

He said he knew Borden at Fen Craig,
right?

What about it?
That means

he couldn't have been here long.

Right. He got transferred here
a few days ago.

Then you don't know anything
about him

and he could be lying about me.

Oh, look, son,
no sergeant in his right mind

is gonna think a thing like that
about his commanding officer.

You've been in the Army so long

you don't think
for yourself anymore?

All right, get in there!

Sergeant, a wire to my father
in Virginia City

will straighten this whole thing out
right away.

Look, if it doesn't,
you're not risking anything!

If it does, you save my life.

What do you mean
not risking anything?

Losing my stripes, that's all.

Losing your stripes?
Sergeant, I'm gonna lose my life.

Hi, sarge.

Dugan?

Dugan, I'm gonna tell you about
a little gal I met in town last night.

Sarge, I met me a bar gal in town
but was she kind of fat, she was, but--

Shut up.

Gee, sarge,
all I wanna do is just thank you

for the pass into town last night.

I said, shut up!
Can't you see I'm thinking?

Oh, is that what you're doing?

Well, I guess I better bunk out

because I'm plumb were down
to a frazzle.

Peters?
Yeah, sarge?

I got some real good news for you.

Seeing as how you had
such a good time in town last night,

I'm gonna give you another pass.

Uh, heh.

Well, uh, gee, sarge, thanks,
but I guess I'd best turn it down.

What? Turning down a pass?

Well, like I said, sarge...

What kind of a soldier are you?
You're a disgrace to that uniform!

I'm all tuckered out, sarge. I...

Well, all right, sarge,
you put it that way.

That's exactly the way I put it!

Besides, I want you
to do something for me.

If it'll make you feel any better, son,
I sent a man into town

and got that wire off to your father,
whom you claim lives in Virginia City.

You won't regret it, sergeant.

I'd better not.
I stuck my neck out about a yard.

Thanks.
Oh, shut up.

One thing I can't stand
is to see a man going soft.

Yeah, I can see that, sergeant.

Yes?

Private Marsh, sir.

What is it?
I have a civilian outside your door, sir.

Insists on seeing you
but won't give his name.

Send him in.
Yes, sir.

You feel, Borden.
You wanna get shot?

What are you talking about, shot?

I ain't nothing but a poor,
innocent civilian, captain.

What kind of a crazy game
do you think you're playing?

I ain't playing no game.

I planned this whole thing out
very careful.

Right from the first time I saw

that prisoner you get locked up
in there.

See, I said to myself, I said, "He's
about my height and about my weight."

So I followed him,
switched clothes with him,

left my Army equipment with him.

I was real smart about it.

Now, all you gotta do is,
uh, execute him.

So that's all I have to do.
Yeah.

See, you execute him,

and then I'm in the clear
and you're in the clear too.

Borden, you have a genius
for fouling things up.

First at Fen Craig and now here.

Now, you listen to me--
No, new you listen to me.

You and your plans.

You're so stupidly careless,

you left this on the man
you switched clothes with.

"Pay to the order
of Joseph Cartwright, $5000."

Boy, that is a lot of money, captain.

Forget it. It has nothing to do with
the predicament you've gotten us into.

It's not that easy to just say,
"$5000, forget it."

That's a lot of money.

All I got to do to collect $5000 is to go
right on being this Joe Cartwright.

You'll do nothing of the son!

We're in enough trouble as it is.

You're to get out of this territory
and fast.

You don't give me no orders no more,
captain.

You can't afford to.

Boy, you've forgotten what happened
back there in Fort Craig.

I don't think
you could forget a thing like it.

So I'm telling you

that I'm gonna collect that money.

And I'm telling you,

you'll put us both
in front of the firing squad.

Oh, I can't believe that, captain.

Ah. Captain, I don't think
that could happen at all.

So, uh,

you just get used to the idea
that I'm gonna do things

my way.

You know, come on, captain, relax.
Get a little smile on your face.

We've been getting away with murder
up till now.

Pardon me, captain, uh,
I've been waiting to see you.

What is it, sergeant?

Well, it's about that prisoner,

the one who says
his name is Cartwright.

Oh, Sergeant,
I want you to meet someone.

You know that letter
our prisoner had?

It was stolen from this man,
Joe Cartwright.

Howdy, sergeant.
How are you, sir?

Well, captain,
I wanna thank you again.

It was real fortunate for me
I came and reported this to you.

We're indebted to you, sir.

Now, I hope your business
will be concluded

speedily and successfully.

Captain, I got all the confidence
in the world.

Sergeant.
Goodbye, sir.

What was it you wanted to say
about the prisoner, sergeant?

Oh, nothing, sir. Sorry.

Ah, yes, sir?

You got any rooms?

Oh, uh, yes,
if you'll just sign the register here.

Uh, that's Room 4,
Mister, um, uh, Cartwright.

Joe Cartwright?

That's what I wrote down there,
ain't it? Why?

Well, you see, I've been awfully busy
around here, Mr. Cartwright,

and I haven't had a chance
to get off your telegram yet.

What telegram?
The one you sent in by the soldier.

It's right over here.

Oh, yes, there it is.

I'll get to that right away.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, this telegram.

Hey, friend?
Mm-hm.

Friend, you don't have to send
this telegram.

No, everything's fine now.
I'd just as soon forget it.

Where's a man get a drink
around here?

Oh, uh, in the bar.

Oh, I'm the bartender too.

I'm just about everything else
around here.

Uh, right this way.

FonNard, ho!

Dugan!

Napping on duty, huh?

Do you wanna get us
all scalped in our sleep?

I wasn't asleep, sarge, honest.
I was just resting my eyes.

Anyways, there ain't been no Indian
trouble around here in years.

Well, next time I catch you resting
your eyes on duty,

you're gonna wish the only trouble
you have is Indian trouble!

Morning, sergeant.

Hey, I said, good morning.

I feel pretty good this morning
thanks to you.

Well, that's just fine because
you haven't got many mornings left.

What's that supposed to mean?

You know, some of these
fuzzy-cheeked recruits around here

think I'm too old.

They think I ought to retire.
Well, maybe they're right.

Because I must be getting soft
in the head

to let myself get bamboozled
by a snake-eyed polecat like you.

Wait a minute, what's this all about?
Last night, you wanted to help me.

Sure, and late last night,
right here in this fun,

I saw the real Joe Cartwright.

How do you like that,
Corporal Borden?

What are you talking about?

Oh, wait a minute.

This man that you saw,
was he wearing a green jacket, uh,

brown shirt and gray pants?
Yeah, how'd you know that?

Because, sergeant,
those are my clothes.

I told you, the man hit me on the head
and switched clothes with me.

That was Corporal Borden.

What you're saying is

that the real Borden had the nerve
to walk right in this fort,

bold as brass, and get buddy-buddy
with Captain Merced?

Who's the only man in this fan

who knows what Borden looks like,
sergeant?

Sergeant,
who is the only man in this fan

who knows
what Borden looks like?

You're gonna have to get it through
that thick skull of yours

that your Captain Merced
is up to something.

You'll get all the proof you need
when my father sends that wire back.

Yes, Mr. Canwright?

Hey, uh, can you tell me,

where the cattle exchange
is in this one-horse town?

I'm looking for a man
named Billings.

Oh, well, the cattle exchange
is about two doors up the street.

However, if you'd like to speak
to Mr. Mort Billings,

that's him sitting right over there
at that table.

Thank you.

Your name Billings?

Yes, sir.
What can I do for you, Mister, uh...?

Cartwright.
My name is Joseph Cartwright.

Oh, yes, Mr. Cartwright. Your father
wrote me several weeks ago.

Said he was sending his youngest son
to pick up a bank draft.

Well, that's me.
Mm-hm.

I got a letter here from my dad

explaining everything.
Mm-hm.

Now, I'd kind of like to get this
business over with real quick

so I can just
get right out of this town.

Don't you worry about that.

The check is waiting for you
in my office.

A check?
Why, yes.

No, see, I don't want no check.

I want the money right in cash.

But this is Saturday.

I'm afraid you'll have to wait
at least until Monday morning

when the bank reopens.

I can't wait that long, Mr. Billings.

Then you'll have to accept
the check.

What kind of town is this?

All right, now,
I want that money then.

I want it bright and early
on Monday morning.

Of course, Mr. Cartwright.

Oh, won't you join me in breakfast?

No, I'm gonna walk
around the streets

and see if I can do something

to keep me
from getting bored to death.

First thing on Monday morning.
Yes, sir.

Mr. Williams.
Uh, yes, Mr. Billings?

I want to send a telegram.
Oh, all right.

Right away, if you don't mind.
Oh, yes, sir.

Uh, if you'll just
write it out here, heh.

This is to a Mr. Cartwright.
Mr. Cartwright.

In Virginia City.
Virginia City.

But, Mr. Billings, you were just talking
to Mr. Cartwright.

This is to his father.
Oh.

And keep this one under your hat,
understand?

Yes, sir.

FonNard, go!

Come on, Dugan, are you
gonna take all day shoeing that horse?

Well?

Well, I did what you said, sarge.

I sent the telegram
just as soon as I got into town.

I was gonna come right back here,

being as tired as I was,
but I ran into that bar gal.

I mean to tell you something, sarge.
She is a fat woman.

Will you shut up about you
and your fat bar gals?

Did you get an answer
to that telegram?

Now, Iookie here, sergeant.

You didn't say nothing
about me waiting for no answer.

Why, you dull-wilted, fat-for-brains
excuse for a soldier.

Do you have to be told
every little thing?

Well, ain't that just why
I'm an enlisted man, sergeant?

Except I don't have no order to turn in.
I am were out.

Peters.

You know what I'm gonna do
for you?

No, sergeant.

I'm gonna give you another pass
to town.

Dugan, you want to go to town,
don't you?

A soldier turning down a pass to town?
Why, you're a disgrace to that uniform.

You get back to Load City

and stay there until you get an answer
to that telegram,

and that's an order!

Hmm.

Soldier, you all right?

Little too much celebrating?

Yeah, too much celebrating.

You'd be better off sleeping
back at Fen Meade

than you would out here.

I'm going to sleep.
You better know I'm going to sleep.

Oh, hot dog, I got orders.
I got to see about a telegram.

What's that fella's name?
Joseph Cartwright.

Hey, soldier!

Hey, soldier, wait a minute!
Come on back here!

Did he say Joe Cartwright?

Sure thought that's what he said.
Joseph Cartwright.

What would a soldier
from Fen Meade

have to do with a telegram
about Little Joe?

I don't know.
I'm gonna catch him, Pa.

Yeah. I'll go over to Fort Meade,
make some inquiries there.

I'll see you in Lead City.

Fine. I'll check out
the Billings' telegram too.

All right.

I am in command of over
a hundred men here, Mr. Cartwright.

Most of them are, uh,
well, an irresponsible lot.

I can't keep track
of all their movements.

Yes, but this man specifically
used my son's name.

Joseph Cartwright.

Joseph Can--

Of course.
He stopped by here last night.

A most personable young man.

Well, then, Little Joe was here.
That he was.

He stopped
to get his saddle cinch fixed.

He said something about having
finished some business in Lead City

and was most anxious to get home,
I believe.

That would be him, of course.

I still don't understand.

This man said he was
sending some wire for my son.

The soldier
was probably doing your son a favor,

wiring you that he was delayed
but on his way home.

I'm sure it's nothing more than that.

Yeah, of course, that would be it.
Well, thank you very much, captain.

I'll escort you to the gate.
Thank you.

Hey, uh, little buddy.
Oh, heh.

Oh, ahem, yes, sir.

Uh, you got a Joe Cartwright
staying here?

A young fellow. Dark hair, dark eyes,
wearing a green jacket.

Oh, uh, yeah, we sure have. He's in
Room 4, but he ain't here now.

He stepped out about an hour ago.

Oh, he did, huh?
Uh-huh.

Hmm, look, uh, how'd he look?
Was he--? He seemed to be all right?

Now, look, mister,

I'm just about everything around here,
but I ain't the doctor.

Well, he looked all right.
Why don't you try the saloons?

Yeah. Yeah, reckon I will.
Thank you.

You sent for me, sir?
I've heard from Fen Craig.

The execution of the prisoner
is to take place tomorrow at dawn.

Tomorrow, sir?
But tomorrow's Sunday.

I don't care if it's the Fourth of July.

Corporal Borden is a killer

and as such, he deserves
no particular consideration.

But, sir, are you sure that Fort Craig
wants him shot tomorrow?

With your permission, sir,

I've been in the Army
a good many years.

I never remember
a man being executed on the Sabbath.

This is my decision, sergeant.

Are you questioning it?
No, sir.

Then we understand each other.
Carry out your orders.

Yes, sir.

Oh, and, sergeant?
I'd like a list of all men on leave.

Well, there's no soldiers on leave,
sir.

I sign all the passes myself.

Then there's one AWOL,

and I have knowledge
he's trying to help the prisoner.

Check the roster.
Yes, sir.

Did you get the answer from my pa?

No, I didn't, son.

But I got orders
from Captain Merced.

You're gonna be lined up against a wall
and shot tomorrow morning.

That's just about eight hours
from now.

Yeah, but the telegram.

Well, your father better send
an answer pronto.

I got a man in town waiting for it.

If it don't come,
there's nothing else I can do, son.

Hoss.

Hoss.

Oh-ho.

Hi, Pa.
Little Joe's on his way home.

Yeah?
Yeah.

Captain Merced at the fort
said he was through there last night

and he's on his way back
to Virginia City.

Well, if he is,
he left all of his gear here.

What?
Yeah, he checked into this hotel,

room number four.

I went up there
and looked that room over,

his saddle bag,
everything he's got, it's all up there.

Well, that's funny, isn't it?
Did you see Billings?

No. He won't be back in town
till tomorrow.

Oh. Little Joe left his gear here?
Sure did.

I scouted around town for him.
I never did see him.

I figured he's probably holed up
in a poker game somewhere,

so I come back hereto wait for him.

Oh.

Well, maybe we'd both better check
this town again.

Well?

Did you get an answer
to that telegram?

Now, you quit your jawing
and bellowing at me, sarge.

Don't you talk back to me, Peters,
or I'll have your stripes.

What stripes?

Besides, it was you that goofed up
in the first place,

sending me into town for an answer to
a telegram that was never even sent!

Say that again.

It was never sent, sarge.

I talked to that telegraph man
at the hotel,

he said it was picked up by the man

whose name you signed to it
in the first place.

A fella named Joe Cartwright.

This Joe Cartwright said there
ain't no need in sending any telegram.

All right, boy,
go get a good night's sleep.

Well, what more proof do you need,
sergeant? You believe me now?

Yes, son, I believe you now.

All right,
what are we gonna do about it?

There's nothing I can do.

What do you mean
nothing you can do?

You're gonna go ahead
with the execution

even though you know you'll be
guilty of killing an innocent man?

An enlisted man is never guilty
for obeying orders, son.

He's only guilty for disobeying them.

Oh, I see how it is, sergeant.

It's an order, so you don't have
to worry about your conscience.

Dugan.

Here's a list of men I want mustered
out on the parade ground at dawn.

Full uniform.
What's up, sarge?

Corporal Borden here is gonna face a
firing squad. Captain Merced's orders.

If I'm gonna get murdered, sergeant,
let's get the records straight.

Not Borden, Cartwright.

Cartwright?
Hey, now there's an odd one, sarge.

There was another fellow
who called himself Cartwright

here earlier this evening
while I was out on gate detail.

Big, impressive-looking fellow,
gray hair,

talked a bit with Captain Merced
and then left.

Sergeant, that's my father,
he was here.

Dugan, you keep your lip buttoned
about this, you understand?

I gave you orders, carry them out.

Sergeant, you've gotta go in town
and find my father.

I can't go into town.
The captain will wanna know why.

I gotta send someone else.

There's only one man I can trust.

Look, it's a long haul into Load City.
We've got a few hours left till sunup.

Now, you keep your shin on.

Like I told you, I've got the one man
who can handle this.

Hey, hey, hey.
Wake up! Quick. Come on!

On the double.
Get dressed, put on the uniform.

What do you want, sarge?

You're about the luckiest soldier
on this post.

I'm giving you another pass to town.

I don't want a pass into...
I don't ever want a pass into town.

What?
A soldier turning down a pass?

Why, you're a disgrace to that...
To this uniform.

Come on, get dressed.
On the double, come on.

We'd better go look for him again.

Pa, we ain't gonna find him.

Like I said, he's probably holed up
in a poker game somewhere, hid out.

Well, when that boy shows up,
I'm gonna give him a piece of my mind.

Oh, Pa, he don't know
we're out looking for him.

If he's finished his business,
he should be on his way home.

I thought that was Little Joe.
Those are Little Joe's clothes.

Hey, barkeep,
let me have a little nightcap.

Right away, Mr. Cartwright.

That all-night poker
makes a man thirsty.

Oh, uh, by the way, Mr. Cartwright,

these two gentlemen over here
have been waiting to talk to you.

Well, son,
we thought you'd never show up.

Yeah, I reckon you're sort of surprised
to see us, ain't you, little brother?

What are you so quiet about?

Ain't you got a big hello
for your family?

Now, what you fellas want with me?
That's kind of a silly question, ain't it?

We just want you to come along
with us, little brother.

Yeah, we just wanna have
a little family talk in private.

I ain't going nowhere
with neither one of you.

You keep a civil tongue in your mouth,
boy, when you're talking to your pa.

Now see here, gentlemen,
I don't want any trouble in here.

It's all right, Mr. Williams,
just a little family discussion.

Oh, well, I guess if it's all in the family,
it's all right.

Now...

Now, you come along with us,
little brother.

I ain't your brother
and you know that.

Then who are you?
And where's my son?

Look, I don't know nothing.

All I know is I won these clothes
and a horse in a card game.

What about my son's name?
Did you win that too?

All right. So I used his name.
I found a piece of paper in a pocket

said this Joe Cartwright could
go ahead and collect $5000,

so I tried to collect it.

It didn't work,
but that's all I know about him.

Now, let me ride out of town.
I asked you a question.

Where's my son?

He ain't gonna talk, Pa.

Now, you listen to me, young fella.

Did you ride out to Fen Meade last
night and talk to a Captain Merced?

I've never been to Fen Meade.
I don't know Captain Merced.

You know, I'm beginning to get
the idea that you're lying to me.

Just like I'm beginning to get the idea
that Captain Merced lied to me.

Because how could my son
have concluded his business

like the captain said he did,

if you still got that letter
to Mort Billings?

That don't mean nothing to me.
I don't know nothing about that.

You get yourself mixed up in this,

so you're gonna ride outwith us
to Fen Meade

and we're gonna get
some very honest answers

to some very pertinent questions.

Now, you got a choice.

You can come along with us
conscious,

or we'll take you unconscious.

Now get moving.

Mr. Williams, sorry to have bothered
you with our family problems.

Oh, well, that's all right, sir,
it sounded right interesting, heh.

Wish I had time
for that sort of thing.

Say, soldier,
don't you ever go to sleep?

Sleep? Please don't talk about it.
I almost forgot what it's like.

Well, quit cluttering up my bar.
Go sleep somewhere else.

Yeah.

I can't.

I've got to find Cartwright.

Do you know a fella
named Cartwright?

Which one?

What do you mean which one?

Well, simply that.
There are several, evidently.

Oh, no.

Look, do me a favor,

just tell me
where I can find any one of them.

Can't. Family affair, very private.

No.

I got to find...
I got to get some sleep.

No sign of them yet, son.

I'll stall it as long as I can,
but I can only do so much.

I know, sergeant. It's not your fault.

I'm not holding any grudge,
I want you to know that.

You're a good soldier, son.

You see anyone coming,
anyone at all,

you let me know real fast,
you understand?

Yes, sir.

Detail, halt!

I guess I'm gonna die
without ever knowing why.

But you'll know, won't you, captain?

You'll know until the day you die.

I just hope you can live with it.

Sergeant.
Yes, sir.

Carry on.
Prisoner, fall in.

Detail, ten-hut! FonNard march!

Right face!

Prisoner, forward!

Corporal Angus Borden,

you've been found guilty of murder
by a military court-martial.

As commanding officer of this post,

it is my duty
to see that sentence is carried out.

Ready!

Aim!

Fire!

What's that?

It sounded like rifle fire
from the fun, Pa.

All right, move.

Order, arms!

Sergeant, you issued those rifles,

how do you account
for this incompetence?

I guess I made a mistake, sir.

I meant to load
only one of them rifles

with a blank like the
regulation book says, but I guess I--

You guess? Your stupidity
has just cost you your stripes.

Yes, sir.

This time you will reload yourselves.
And no blanks, you understand?

I tried, son.
It gave us a couple of more minutes,

but I don't know what to do next.

You did all you could, sergeant.
Thanks.

Sergeant,
move away from the prisoner.

I'm sorry, sir, but I'm not moving.

I've been in this man's army for 27
years and I never disobeyed an order.

But when you're gonna kill
an innocent man,

and I think you know he's innocent,

then I gotta disobey.

Silence!
Put the sergeant under arrest.

Take him away.

We will continue.

You all witnessed a flagrant act
of willful insubordination.

I can only surmise
that Sergeant O'Rourke's

many years of service
have resulted in a breakdown.

We will continue.

Prepare to load!

Load!

Ready!

Aim!

What is this?

Mr. Cartwright, this is a military post.

I know it is, captain,
and this is my son,

the one you said
was through here last night.

Well, I thought he did.
Did you? Then who's that?

I can tell you who that is.
That's the real Angus Borden.

The man who hit me on the head
and took my clothes.

That's the man who came by here
and said he was your son.

I'm glad you're here, Mr. Cartwright.

You stopped me
from making a terrible error.

Put that man under arrest!

Why'd you try to have me killed,
captain?

I've already told you, sir,
it was a mistake.

Oh, come on, it was no mistake!

You know who I am
and you know who he is.

You never met me at Fort Craig.
You never saw me before.

Well, in any event--
Come on, now, captain.

There ain't no mistake about it
and you know it.

You're in this thing
right up to your neck.

See, he juggled the books
back there at Fen Craig

and I peddled the supplies
to the Indians.

That's a lie, Borden!
Shut up, captain, and let him finish.

Everything worked out real fine

until another officer caught on to us.

And then I killed him
right in front of the captain.

After I was tried and convicted,

captain here snuck me
the key to guardhouse

to save his own hide.

We're partners, captain.

You gonna get it just the same
as I am.

Don't try it, captain.

Captain Merced, sir,
you're under arrest.

Take them both to the guardhouse.

Pa, I'd like you to meet
Sergeant O'Rourke,

the man who saved my life.

Sergeant.

I don't know how to thank you.

Mr. Cartwright, if he gives you any
more trouble, you just send for me.

Sergeant.

Thank you.

So long, son.

Thank you, sarge.

Well?

That Williams fella
back at the hotel,

he wouldn't say

nothing about them Canwrights.
Huh?

He said it was a family--

You know, Peters,
you'd make a pretty good soldier

if you wouldn't keep asking for those
passes to go into town all the time.

Peters?

Hey, Peters?

Dugan!

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