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Shot of whiskey?

Got a copper, soldier?

No folks?

Cholera.

For luck.

On the house.

Thanks.

That's 20 for luck,
says you're a gambling man.

Me too.

I'll lay long odds
you're over the hill.

It's something no
deserter can hide,

as long as he wears
the harness.

Even the kid guessed it.

What do I call ya?

Laish.

Laish?

L-a-i-s-h.

You're unusual.

Not Smith, and...
you're not broke.

What can I sell ya, Laish?

Oh, some food and pack horses,
supplies for the trail.

I got a good riding horse.

- The long jump, huh?
- Yeah.

Man, the only way to make it

is to tie up with the
wagon train.

When did the last one
leave here?

Better than a week ago.

Immigrant outfit for Oregon,

Yeah, I'll try catching
up with that train.

For my health,
it's Oregon or bust.

Hey, another bottle!

I never try changing
a man's mind but here's something you ought to know.

Just a couple of days ago
a bowlegs major name of Pepperis

comes through bound west
for Camp Taylor.

- Major Pepperis, huh?
- He's gonna take command there.

Did he have
a supply wagon along?

Two of 'em, but no escort.

At his rate of travel
then he'll be between me

and that immigrant train
clear to Camp Taylor.

Does he know you by sight?

!Hey, soldiers are coming!

Andy!

Bart.

Bart Laish.

There's nothing you can
do for that.

What happened?

Pawnees.

Led by Rasacura.

Bart... you gotta
get word to Camp Taylor.

Tell Captain Wykoff Rasacura
is after the immigrant train up ahead.

Why did they attack you?

You know...

that's their method.

Cut off the trail
behind the wagon train.

Close... off all aid.

- Tell Wykoff--
- I'm not going.

Bart, you got to.

You've seen what Indians
do to women and children.

I'm not going, Andy.

You've come a long
way down, Bart.

How much farther can you go?

Oregon. Nobody knows me there.

Gambler, gunfighter,
now a deserter.

Yeah.

It's like you've added
coward to the list.

That may be,
but if I got to Taylor

and was recognized
you know what would happen.

That's a chance
you gotta take.

I've been all kinds
of a gambler, Andy,

but what kind of a fool
would I be to take those odds?

My concern is not
for you, Bart.

Well, mine is.
I didn't hit the trail for that.

Unless Wykoff protects
that wagon train, it'll be annihilated.

It's none of my business.

Bart...

listen to me.

We grew up together.

Went to West Point together.

For a while, anyway.

We're from the same family.

If our positions
were reversed--

I'm sure you'd go, Andy.

Doesn't matter
what you've been,

what you've done.

There must still be
some good left in ya.

Or have you changed
so much, Bart?

All right.
I'll go as far as Taylor.

Please.
Send these home.

Andy.

No matter what you've
been or what you've done,

there must be
some good left in you.

Or have you changed
that much, Bart?

Who are you, mister?
Where'd you come from?

Sergeant,
who the devil--

Lieutenant King, sir.
From Camp Taylor.

Taylor? Well, I was on my way
to take a man to Camp Taylor.

I'm Pepperis.
Major Pepperis.

The Indians nearly
wiped us out, Major.

Yes, I know, I know.
They ambushed us, too.

My aide and my drivers
were killed.

Well, I'm glad you
were spared, sir.

Well, thank you.

Now that I've caught up
with the outfit,

I'll, uh, I'll take over.

What do you have
to report, King?

Well, they attacked us
at Fort Taylor

four days ago
without warning.

They charged right through,
killing half the garrison.

These men
are the survivors.

- You the only officer left?
- Yes, sir.

I regret to inform you of
the loss of Captain Wykoff, sir.

Mm-hmm.
What else?

Well, the immigrant train had
passed only two days before.

So I conceived it my duty
to overtake it and protect it.

You've done well.

Tell me, Lieutenant,
what are their tactics?

Almost hourly raids
all day long.

Trying to wear
you down, huh?

They are wearing
us down, sir.

Our casualties
are very heavy.

The edge has gone out
of the men.

See, they're green to all this
and can't take much more.

The command is
falling to pieces, sir.

Is it that bad, Sergeant?

They're slowing down, sir.

Sergeant Lybarger, sir.

He deserves credit
for hard duty

performed under extremely
difficult conditions.

I imagine you've had
some difficulties yourself in getting here.

Yes.
Yes, you're quite right.

Miss Christella Burke?

- Major Pepperis.
- Miss Burke.

It's good you're here,
Major.

Thank you.

Tell me, does she have
a wagon of her own?

Yes, sir.
But at present,

she shares it with three
critically wounded men.

Sergeant?

How far is it
to that pass?

Not more than four miles,
I believe, sir.

- Four miles, huh?
- Yes, sir.

Very well.

We cross tonight.

Tonight?

My own plan was to remain
forted in here tomorrow

to rest the men
and animals.

Next morning,
send a strong scouting detail

- out with Sergeant Lybarger.
- Lieutenant, I find it

a little difficult
to accustom myself

to having my decisions
argued over.

It's fairly common knowledge
out here that most Indians

do not like to
fight at night.

An Indian killed at night,
they believe,

wanders forever
in darkness.

They may deal us mischief,
some of them, from time to time,

but they will not ambush
and attack. Not in the dark.

I've heard of this
superstition, sir.

But I didn't feel
that it warranted--

It warrants our moving across
that pass before morning.

Do you agree,
Sergeant?

Yes, sir.
The Indians are ready.

Come daylight, they'll chop at
us till we make a run for it.

They'll catch us
at the crossing.

Probably what they've had
in mind from the beginning.

Lieutenant,
if you value Sergeant, uh...

- Lybarger, sir.
- ...Lybarger's life,

it would be wasteful
to send him out.

You'd never see him
or his men again.

Alive, that is.

By the way, don't you have any
hired scouts with this lash-up?

Yes, sir.
Two.

Loden and Crowshaw.

Loden volunteered to
go to Fort Laramie for help.

He left last night.

Sergeant, you might ask
Crowshaw to come here.

Yes, sir.

Can I offer you anything, Major?
Food, whiskey?

Right now, I could use
a little whiskey.

♪ I'm a poor, weary stranger ♪

♪ No friends and no home ♪

♪ I'm sure to meet danger ♪

♪ Wherever I roam ♪

♪ They don't want
a stranger ♪

♪ The people all say ♪

♪ So I'll saddle my pony ♪

- ♪ And be on my way ♪
- Major Pepperis, sir?

- Mr. Crowshaw.
- Crowshaw?

- That'll do, Sergeant.
- Yes, sir.

What's your game,
mister?

- You're sharp, Crowshaw.
- So's my knife.

I've been an Army scout
for a long time.

You ain't Andy Pepperis.

He's dead.

Rasacura's bunch.

- I'm taking his place.
- Why?

For one thing,
to carry out his orders.

Now take that skewer out of
my back or I'll break your neck.

What was his orders?

Abandon Taylor and escort
the immigrant train to Laramie.

- It's being done.
- Being done?

It's being botched.

Whole outfit lying here
in the dark,

and the pass
only four miles off.

Crossing by daylight's suicide.
You know that.

King's green.
Doesn't know any better.

King's running this
according to the book.

Well, it's the wrong book.

Turn around.

What do you aim to do if I let
them think you are Pepper Andy?

Cross the pass tonight
and hold out on the other side

till your partner
brings help from Laramie.

My partner didn't
get to Laramie.

I found him lying
just off the trail,

what there was
left of him.

What other plans
you got?

No other plans.
We're going through tonight.

There's only
one officer left.

More than half
your men are dead.

All right. I'll assemble what's
left for a rear guard action.

If we get through, we may
get help from Laramie yet.

Yeah.

It might work.

I don't know you might be,
but I'll string with you

as long as we both agree,
go wrong on me,

I'll slit your throat.

That's Tillotson's gang.
His wagon has been drinking

and messing around
on the women.

You got trouble
there too, huh?

Better keep an eye on them.

All right, "Major."

Let's roll this outfit.

Major Pepperis,
Mr. Tillotson.

Captain of
the wagon train.

Lieutenant, we're moving on
as soon as possible.

You can pass the word to these
people to team up and move out.

Our men'll drop back
and ride rearguard.

Crowshaw will be up front.

- The leading wagons will--
- The leading wagons are mine.

I want protection
up there, Major.

I'm carrying
valuable merchandise.

My concern happens to be
for the lives of these people.

You'll take orders or quit
the pack and go it alone.

Anything you say, Major.

If we want to get
across alive, I...

I guess we'll
have to rely on you.

And what's more, Tillotson,
you'll keep your crew away

from these women or I'll
chain them to the tailgates.

And you, too.

Come on, you men.

- Get the men to hitch up.
- Sergeant, you can assemble the men.

- Yes, sir.
- How are we fixed for ammunition?

- All right, sir.
- See that each man has 80 rounds.

- Have you got a trumpeter?
- Yes, sir.

- You can get him.
- Hoback!

- We're not moving?
- Yes.

- Tonight?
- Tonight.

But we can't, Major.

- Why not?
- The trip will be too hard

on the wounded soldiers.

Miss Burke,
back where I came from,

there happened to
be dead soldiers.

Private Hoback, sir.

- Sound assembly.
- Yes, sir.

Who's out of the line?
What are you waiting for?

Why don't you let one of
the troopers take over for you, Christella?

The troopers are needed
to protect the wagon train.

Well, I'll send for
one of Tillotson's drivers.

No, thanks.

It's my wagon.
I'll drive it.

- Lieutenant?
- Yes, sir?

I should think the rearguard

could stand
some looking after, too.

Yes, sir.

Good evening.

Good morning.

Yes. I guess it is
after midnight.

Major, these men
can't stand this pace.

I can't help that.

Couldn't we stop
for just a little while

and let me try to
do something for them?

No, we can't stop.

These wagons must get across
the pass before morning.

Even if it means abandoning
a broken-down wagon

and sacrificing
a life or two.

You make that sound
very harsh.

Well, you may soon see
just how harsh it can be.

Good evening.

Seems like the Indian
scouts are more active.

Well, this move annoys them,
but it's not likely

their main force
will attack until morning.

They know
we can't outrun 'em.

We'll stage a delaying action
as the rearguard.

That way we can hold off
any attacks that might break through.

Yes, sir.

Say, Sarge,
how does it feel

to share a job
with a major?

Save your lip for blowing,
you cotton picker.

Your place is anywhere
he is from here on.

And don't you forget it.

Something the matter?

Oh, sorry, sir.

Take it easy, Corporal.

You know, I think we can
make it work.

For a while, at least.

Wish I had a mule.

Ever ride a mule,
Carqueville?

No, Malone,
nor care to.

It's been said that the mule
is unapproached in devilment.

Born old and crying.

Incapable of posterity
with dexterity of nothing but trickery and kicking.

I prefer the horse.

Indians!
Ambush!

Lead the wagons are stalled
at the foot of the pass.

They're under attack.

Troop A, Sergeant,
on the gallop.

Troop A,
hyah hyah!

Time you tin soldiers
got here!

Hang that major
and his rearguard.

- Why, he let us--
- He let us what, Tillotson?

I-- I'm sorry.
I'm-- I'm upset, you know.

Uh, I hardly know
what I'm saying.

Major, believe me.
I'm terribly sorry.

- Any injured?
- Nobody but that blamed idiot under the wagon

and a couple of
Tillotson's horses.

These rocks have been
hiding us from their view,

otherwise they'd shoot better.

Most of them
are still back there.

This pass ain't ever
been easy, best of times.

Cuts sharp.
Narrow at places.

Sometimes them boulders come
sliding down against the wagons.

Can't we get
around it some way?

Well, there's a big river
on one side of it

and a lot of mountains
on the other.

This is it.

Tillotson, pull some order
into your outfit

and get it ready to climb
the pass in an hour.

- Or less. Corporal?
- Yes, sir?

We'll move out
in a skirmishing line.

Let them walk
until Hoback sounds off.

Detail!
Forward! Ho!

All right, sound off!

All right, sound recall.

Well, there'll be a lot
of squaws wailing,

come daybreak.

Say, look, Major.

Well, what's wrong now?

Don't you see?

Don't I see what?

This one's an Apache.

Oh...

yes.

Aren't they enemies
of the Pawnees?

May be a renegade.

Apaches always have yellow marks
on their cheekbones, Major.

Thanks.

Corporal Demington!

He's gone, sir.

All right, Hergenoff.

Have the troop fall in.
We'll rejoin the column.

All in, men.

This is the worst fix
I've ever seen.

I tell you straight...

there's something going on here
we don't know too much about.

Andy must have been right.

There's something so big,
Rasacura will stop at nothing.

Yeah.

Rasacura's been letting all
the other wagon trains through.

I wonder what he's got
against this one.

That woman over there,
what's she crying about?

Her husband's the one that
got pinned under the wagon.

Did it kill him?

Yes, sir.

She wants a coffin for him,
and a funeral service.

No time for that.

A woman is crying back there
because her husband is dead.

She wants him to have
a decent burial.

In a coffin.

Can't you understand?

Yes, I can understand,
but it's impossible.

- Even if we had the lumber--
- We have.

I'll give up my wagon bed.

No, no, we can't take time
to build a coffin.

I'm sorry, but we'll only
take time to bury them.

Them? Are there others?

Yes, there are four troopers
who were killed

so these people
could cross the pass

without being massacred.

He'll be buried
as they'll be buried.

In a blanket.

We also have
four wounded over there.

I wonder if you'd
look at them.

Of course.

Did you record the names
of the dead and the wounded?

Yes, sir.

Tell Lybarger to prepare
a burial detail.

Yes, sir.

The Lord is my shepherd,
I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie down
in green pastures,

he leadeth me beside
the still waters.

He restoreth my soul.

He leadeth me in the paths
of righteousness

for his name's sake.

Yea, though I walk through
the valley of the shadow of death,

I will fear no evil,
for thou art with me.

Thy rod and thy staff,
they comfort me.

Thou preparest a table for me

in the presence
of mine enemies.

Thou anointest my head
with oil,

my cup runneth over.

Surely goodness and mercy
shall follow me

all the days of my life,

and I will dwell in
the house of the Lord forever.

Amen.

Yah-ha! Hyah!

Whooo! Hyah!

Yah-ha! Hyah!

Well, they made it.

And not and Indian in sight.

You won't see 'em
until they're ready.

After what we did to that bunch,
the rest will be more cautious.

- Yeah.
- They'll watch and they'll wait.

Leave a chance open,
they'll strike.

Not if we hit first
and hit hard.

Lieutenant,

take half the troop
and join the wagons.

Do I understand
you'll use the other half to guard the rear?

Yes.

The men are tired,

it seems hardly enough
back here.

That's right.

An extreme measure, sir.

It's the best we can do.

Hergenoff, follow me.

All right, we'll dismount
and leave the horses here.

All right, now,

we're gonna stage a little
delaying action here.

Give our wagons time
to get a good lead.

We'll play it Mexican-style,

they call it emboscado...

laying for the other fellow,
just when he's dead sure he's got you stampeded.

Don't fire till I give
the word and don't fall back till I give the word.

Yeah. Deal 'em a little of their
own big medicine, huh?

Now let's spread out
along here.

Long live the embascadores!

And I'll make any trooper
who gets killed corporal.

They're riding.

All right, get your heads down
and wait for the horn.

No, not yet.

Now, Hoback.

Hold your fire!

Now fall back!

- Any casualties?
- No, sir.

Well, that oughta
blunt their edge.

All right, emboscado!

Hoback.

- No trumpet this time.
- Yes, sir.

No warning.

Sound recall.

You're in bad shape, sir.

Better withdraw with
the wounded. We'll take over.

Nobody's leaving.
You just keep hitting them.

On the line!

♪ The coyotes are howling their sad, lonesome wail ♪

♪ And the Indians are prowling,
they're hot on our trail ♪

♪ So cut out your braggin' ♪

♪ 'Bout how you can fight ♪

♪ And hitch up your wagon ♪

♪ We're rolling tonight ♪

♪ I'm a poor, weary stranger ♪

♪ No friends and no home ♪

♪ I'm sure to meet danger ♪

♪ Wherever I roam ♪

♪ Wherever I roam... ♪

How many wounded?

Today? Six.

Three seriously.

Eh, it's rough.

I'm sorry I tried
to interfere last night.

Sorry and ashamed.

The trick is to try to
concentrate on something else.

Yeah, pain can be outwitted...

up to a point.

Not the pain of others.

Your father must have
taught you well.

Were you an only child?

No.

I had a brother.

He was young and hot-headed.

People back home said he...

he went bad.

What are you thinking?

Hm. About you.

Why a girl would leave
her home and her friends.

Because the old life was over.

At least it was for my father.

He was a fine man.
Fine doctor.

He helped many people.

There wasn't much he could
do for Mother, though.

She died.

I'm sorry.

But after your father died,
why didn't you go back home?

Delaware's small.

It's crowded
with too many memories.

Well, maybe things will
be better in Oregon

if we can get through.

That's a big if, Major.

Yeah.

Yeah, tomorrow the Indians
will be back on the attack.

Couldn't we hold out here
till help comes?

Crowshaw's partner
went to Fort Laramie.

No, they caught him.

Oh, no.

So, we have to keep moving on.

Gain a little every day.

Win it, buy it,
that's the way the game is.

Try to get some rest.

Thanks, Christella.

Crowshaw...

Now, take it easy.

Better get some sleep
while you got the chance.

Doctor's orders.

Well, I never was much
at taking orders, but...

That's close!

That wasn't meant for you.

Arrows in the dust.

It's the Indian warning
of big medicine.

Pawnee.

Apache.

Pawnees and Apaches
banding together.

Mm-hmm.

Well, now we can expect
twice as much trouble.

That's right.

And we've got thirty
worn-out troopers.

I'll get the wagons ready,
Major.

You don't need to call me that
when there's no one around.

I'll call you "Major"

as long as you're
running this outfit.

What's the difference if you
aren't Andy Pepperis?

You've done a right good job.

So far.

Christella.

- I'm sorry, I--
- All right, you've heard.

Yes.

You might as well
hear the rest.

Rasacura killed Major Pepperis,

and I took his place.

The major wanted it that way.

Well...

who are you?

The name is Bart Laish.

Andy Pepperis was my cousin.

Like him, I started
at West Point, but...

well, I went bad.

Later, I enlisted
to get a new start.

Now I'm a deserter.

It doesn't really matter
who you are.

It's what you're doing
that counts.

Major Pepperis?

What's wrong now, Lieutenant?

Same thing as before.

The Tillotson crew.
They're drunk.

Bothering the women.

All right.

I'll attend to that
personally.

All right, Tillotson,
I've heard enough.

Aside from a little ordinary
fun, my men haven't misbehaved.

What'd you expect,
psalm-singing schoolmarms?

Or monkey soldiers.

Tillotson, I warned you once.

Now, this is the last time.
There'll be no more drinking.

And no more monkeying around
with the women.

- Very well.
- Lieutenant, have all the wagons searched for whiskey.

All the-- all the whiskey's
in this wagon.

Trade whiskey.

"Trade whiskey."

Yeah, for trading
with the Sioux!

The lowest thing
a man can do is to sell--

Now look here, Major.

I own a share in that wagon.

I'm a poor and sick man.

You wouldn't want to rob
a poor, sick man like me, now, would you, Major?

That wagon rides
in the rear with us.

Do say?

Ever since the day
that tin major and his toy soldiers took over,

they've been treating us
worse than scum!

I tell ya, they ain't
got a right to push us around!

That's enough!

Listen, I ain't scared of him,
and I ain't seen a thing--

Shut up, I tell you.

We go it alone, you know
what the Indians will do to us?

- This way, we've got a chance.
- Half a chance.

You keep shooting off your big
mouth, we won't even have that.

♪ They call me a villain ♪

♪ A price on my head ♪

♪ And sometimes I think ♪

♪ I'd be better off dead ♪

♪ I'm a poor,
weary stranger ♪

♪ No friends and no home ♪

♪ I'm sure to meet danger ♪

♪ Wherever I roam ♪

♪ Wherever I roam ♪

Major, what do you propose
doing with my wagon?

I don't propose
doing anything.

I'm leaving it behind.

If it's whiskey the Indians
are after, they can have it.

Far as the whiskey's concerned,
I say good riddance.

The wagon, though, is specially
built and cost me a lot--

There's no time to unload.
You should know that by now.

Let the wagon go then.

What is that for?

That's for the smell.
Indian bait.

I don't like this, Major.

I've seen mad-drunk Indians.

Well, I'm gambling
that they'll get dead drunk

and stay here
till they finish the load.

If I'm wrong...

well, we can't be much worse off
than we already are.

- Sergeant?
- Yes, sir?

Assign one trooper
to fall back

and hide out
within sight of the wagon.

All right, sir.

I want him to watch it
all night.

What if the Indians
don't stop, Major?

We'll find out...
soon enough.

I know you're under
a great strain, but...

killing that man
was a bad thing.

He would have killed me.

It was the way you did it.

The way you looked.

Maybe I looked like
the man I used to be.

But I didn't feel like him.

I'm glad of that.

Bart...

What chance do we have
of getting through, really?

I think we'll get through
to Laramie.

What will they do
to you there?

With any luck,
I'll get past Laramie.

Two or three of them wounded
had to be lifted on.

They're that damaged.

I told them
to ride the wagons.

They told me to go squat
on my lousy rank.

What'll I do
about them, sir?

Oh, pick 'em up gently
if they fall off.

Yes, sir.

With the major's leave, sir,

I'd like to make mention
that...

well, sir, this has become
a good outfit.

I'm glad to be with it.

Say, why don't you
hook a jug off that wagon and pass it around?

Yes, sir!

How does it look
to you, sir?

I'm afraid
they're still with us.

Yeah. Only a few miles back.

Well, perhaps,
with a little luck,

we can keep 'em like that...

a few miles back.

That's right, Major--
no matter what Rasacura did or what he said to them Indians,

he couldn't get 'em
past that bootleg wagon.

Well...

Well, we made it.

Who would have thought
that whiskey could do

what gunpowder couldn't?

Please accept
my congratulations, sir.

Ah, thank you.

Something else on your mind?

That, uh, whiskey sir.

What's the usual procedure

for entering 1,000 gallons
in the report?

Well, I guess you'll have
to enter it under, uh...

giving aid and comfort
to the enemy.

Yes, sir.

Pawnees and Apaches,
drunk as skunks.

Probably fighting
each other by now.

Well, if all goes well,

tomorrow we'll
get through the hill country.

This side of Laramie,
there's a trail drops south

down into Santa Fe.

That's what
you got in mind, huh?

That's about it.

Figurin' to quit,
huh, mister?

What do you
expect me to do, Crowshaw?

Lead this outfit into Laramie

right into the arms
of a bunch of bowlegs

who'll know Major Pepperis
by sight? No.

Thought maybe you'd joined up
with this here wagon train

to see them through safe,

not just for
your own protection.

I carried out
Pepper Andy's orders.

From now on,
the outfit's on its own.

What if Rasacura takes
another crack at us

between the hills
and Laramie?

Tillotson's whiskey
took care of that.

I won that gamble,
and I'll win this one.

Gambling the whole wagon train
on your own game, huh?

When the stakes are my neck,
I play it my way.

Remember what I said?

"Go wrong on me,
I'll slit your throat"?

Yes. And I'll give you
as fair a warning, mister.

When this train
gets into Laramie, I'll be halfway to Santa Fe.

You try to stop me
and I'll have to kill you.

Then that'll make two of us
that'll be dead.

Fall back!

They're after
Tillotson's freight wagon.

It's the only thing
they've been attacking.

Probably figure
it's loaded with booze.

Agh!

A trooper could
make Fort Laramie before sundown, sir.

Very well, send Carqueville.

I'd like to go along,
too, sir.

Yes, I guess two men
would have a better chance.

Good luck, Steve.

Thank you.

Lybarger!

Yes, sir!

Have the drivers
circle in.

Yes, sir.

- Get 'em in a circle!
- Hyah! Hyah!

Hurry it up!
Get those kids out of there!

All right, let's move!

Bring in close!

That's Rasacura.

He's getting ready
to attack.

This time,
there's no emboscado.

Here they come.

Well, we can't stay here.
They'll wear us down.

Yeah.

Any chance of getting
the wagons up there?

That's a slow climb.
They might pick us off.

Not if the troop
buys you time.

We'll hold 'em off
till you get to the top.

Your last big deal
before you cut out for Santa Fe.

Huh, mister?

Tillotson, you're
going to have to--

I heard you, Major.
We're going up there.

- Not this wagon.
- But, Major--

It's too big, it's too slow.

We can't delay the others
for your merchandise.

The whiskey, Major,
that was all right,

but this is
my whole life savings.

- If you force me to--
- We can't take time to argue now.

If you want that wagon up there,
take it up yourself.

At the end of the line.

Our lives are worth
more than this.

Why don't we leave it here
for the Indians?

What chance will we have
if we leave it here,

these soldiers find out
what's inside?

Don't be a fool, man.

Unless you want the Army
to hang us all at Fort Laramie.

You sent Steve to the Fort?

Yes. He volunteered.

Carqueville went with him.

I hope, for the sake of
all of us, they get through.

I hope that Steve
gets back safely.

For your sake.

For my sake?

Yes, he's a fine person.

Oh.

Yes. He has
all the virtues.

He'll make somebody
a fine husband.

Christella...

Yes?

You couldn't care for someone
who hasn't all the virtues.

I might.

A man who's been a gambler?

A grifter, a deserter?

No, Bart.

A man who's risked his own neck
to save the lives of strangers.

Well, that did it.

We'll start climbing
as soon as it's dark.

Bart.

- Lybarger.
- Yes, sir.

Have the men collect all
the rocks and brush they can.

Another emboscado, Major?

You might call it that.

Dismount!

Lybarger, start the fires.

Be ready!

All right, let it go!

We need more timber.

How about Tillotson's
big freight wagon?

All right, use that.

All right, we'll make
our stand here,

behinds these rocks.

Major, look at this.

A new Henry repeater,
16-shot.

- Where did that come from?
- Tillotson.

A whole wagonload
and ammunition too.

So that's what they're after.

Crowshaw, we got
one more job to do.

You're right, Major.

All right, are you all ready?

Ready.

All right, come on.

Now where's Tillotson?

In the wagon.

He tried to knife me.

Caught me prowling his rifles.

Rasacura figured
they were for the Sioux.

That's why he joined up
with the Apaches.

Yeah, he must have thought
that we were backing the Sioux against him.

Sure would have been
a massacre.

Well, he's got nothing left
to fight for now.

Excepting a couple
of bottles of whisky.

How about celebrating?

Bart, the wounded.

We must get them to Laramie.

Better save it, Crowshaw.

If you start your wagons
down the valley,

we can get to the fort by night.

Whoa.

The bowlegs from Laramie.

What are you going to do, Bart?

You could still cut out
for Santa Fe.

I'm staying with the train.

Hello, Christella.

I'm so glad
you made it, Steve.

So am I, Lieutenant.

Thanks, Laish.

When did you find out?

Carqueville told me
before he was killed.

Steve, will it go badly
with him?

I don't think so, Christella.

I'll testify on his behalf.

I'm sure his sentence
will be light.

Thank you, Steve.

I'll ride up front with
the escorts from Laramie.

Troop will ride rearguard.

The men would be pleased
if you rode at their head.

I would too, Sir.

♪ No longer a stranger ♪

♪ You can tell 'em my name ♪

♪ Just say I took a gamble ♪

♪ And won my last game ♪

♪ No longer a stranger ♪

♪ Without friends and home ♪

♪ I'm through needin' danger ♪

♪ No more will I roam ♪