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Howdy, folks. I'’m the Old Ranger,

with an exciting new story of real life in the Old West.

Back in 1876, Texas was a hotbed of frontier action.

The hostile Apaches burning, killing,

fighting to save their homeland

from the invading white settlers.

On one occasion, a band of warriors

intent on massacre swept down on a cavalry patrol.

The gallant troopers riposte the attack and drove them off,

pursuing them into the hills.

Many Apache prisoners were taken.

And it is about one of them that we tell our story.

The story of...

Major, your report.

We were ambushed while patrolling Limpia Canyon.

We repulsed the attack, inflicting many losses.

Then we broke up their camp.

Our losses, three dead,

seven wounded. We took many prisoners.

Further pursuit of the enemy into the hills seemed futile.

I, uh, ordered the column to return.

What about that squaw?

Was she in the battle too?

Oh, no, sir. When we broke up their camp

and chased them into the hills,

she fell from her horse and struck her head.

I couldn'’t leave her out there in that condition, sir.

Yes. Well, dismiss your company.

See to your horses and your wounded.

I want more details later.

Yes, sir.

Dismount!

Dismissed.

Lieutenant, take charge of those prisoners.

Yes, sir.

Mangy looking lot, aren'’t they?

As you say, sir. Mangy looking.

Lock '’em up.

But don'’t turn your back on '’em.

Yes, sir.

But she'’s just a girl.

Untie her, Scragg.

I'’d leave her hogtied if I was you, Lieutenant.

She'’s Injun.

Untie her.

That'’s an order, Scragg.

[ groans ]

Give her to me, Lieutenant.

Yup, I know just what to do with a squaw.

Why, she'’s just a child.

She'’s hurt, Mother. Hurt bad, I'’m afraid.

Well, you did right to bring her here, son.

Take her into my room.

I better get the doctor.

Just a minute. He must be busy with the wounded.

You get some soap, hot water, and the medicine box.

This child needs some cleaning up.

Colonel, come in, sir.

Lieutenant, I came to discuss that Indian girl.

People on the post are very upset

that there'’s an Apache on the loose.

She'’s a prisoner and she should be incarcerated.

MRS. EASTON: Nonsense, Colonel.

Ma'’am.

She'’s not a criminal.

She'’s just a child.

I'’m not sure she even knows what it'’s all about.

Now, I doubt that, ma'’am.

These savages are very canny.

You have to watch '’em every minute.

Are you implying that this girl

is a threat to the safety of Fort Davis?

Well, no, ma'’am, but she is an Indian,

and she'’s a prisoner of war.

Now I suggest you allow us to look after

the army'’s business of retaining hostiles.

Come with me, Colonel.

There, Colonel, is the canny savage.

The murdering hostile,

who is causing you

and the good people of Fort Davis such concern.

[ clearing throat ]

Yes, she does look rather young and harmless enough.

But if she causes any trouble--

I shall take full responsibility.

Yes, uh, well, uh... [ clears throat ]

Good night, ma'’am.

Good night, sir.Ma'’am.

Oh, Mother, I'’m proud of you.

The way you stood up to the colonel.

Nonsense. He'’s just a man.

Maybe I oughta get the doctor.

I'’m sure I can take care of her.

There now. You'’re going to be all right.

Just lie back and rest.

How... Pasu Katu get here?

She speaks.

You were hurt.

We'’ll take care of you.

Make you well again.

Pasu Katu no stay whiteface house.

If you don'’t wanna stay, you may go.

But first... First, you must get well.

You understand?

You bluecoat'’s squaw?

He is my son,

Lieutenant Easton.

Him... good bluecoat.

Pasu Katu stay...

Little time.

OLD RANGER: But six months later,

the Indian girl was still at the fort.

Shirt.Uh-huh.

Shirt.Uh-huh.

Sock?

Ooh. Two times.Very good, Pasu Katu.

That is very good.

Very good, is better than good? [ door opens ]

MRS. EATON: Correct.

Soon, you'’ll be perfect.

Oh, Lieutenant Tom.

Be perfect... is better than good?

Right.[ sighs ]

Come along now, girl.

Perfect is a long way off for all of us.

"A good name is rather to be

"chosen than great riches.

"And loving favor

"rather than silver and gold."

Proverbs 22, number one.

Mr. Lieutenant Tom...

Pasu Katu would like to choose good name.

Like it says in the Bible.

You mean, something shorter?

I thought for a long time

she should have a Christian name.

That is what I mean.

Good girl.

What name I have?

What name would you like?

Helen, Mary, Maude...

Of all the names that sing with music,

I would best like to be called Emily.

Why, that'’s my name.

But there are other, more beautiful names.

But none so close to my heart.

I am very proud and happy.

From this moment on, Pasu Katu

shall be called Emily.

[laughs]

And I have something for an occasion like this.

For you, Emily.

[ door closes ]

Hut, hut, hut.

SERGEANT: All right, flank. Halt!

[ chant continues ]

Mr. Lieutenant Tom is so wonderful with men.

Yes, dear. He is wonderful with the men.

[ hens clucking ]

[ gasps ]What is it, Emily?

What'’s the matter?The brown hen.

The brown hen is missing.

And Mr. Lieutenant Tom must have it for dinner.

It must be recaptured.

[ clucking ]

What'’s your hurry?

You'’re pretty uppity, ain'’t ya?

Let go of me!

You can change your name and the way you dress,

but there'’s one thing you can'’t change.

You'’re still an Injun squaw.

I know how to treat squaw.

EMILY: Let go of me.

Keep your hands off her.

You plan on saving her for yourself, Lieutenant?

I got a letter from Mary today.

Ooh, no wonder you look pleased.

Yup. Her father'’s got his orders.

They'’ll be arriving about the 15th of May.

Why, that'’s only--Five months, seventeen days.

What'’s this?

I have made soft shoes for Mr. Lieutenant Tom.

A man long in the saddle of the hard-backed horse

seeks comfort on his arrival home.

Hey, wait a minute.

You'’re very kind, Emily, but--

Well, a man from the hard-backed horse

doesn'’t need soft shoes.

Well, I-- I thank you all the same, Emily.

And the shoes are nice.

Very nice.

I tell you what.

I will take my pipe.

Thank you.

[ giggling ]

[ laughing ]

That Lieutenant Tom of yours is even better than the colonel.

It'’s gonna be hard on the girl he marries.

But the colonel is married.

Well, I mean Lieutenant Tom.

MAN: Hyah! Ha, ha!

Hyah!

Well, that must be that Nelson Claude is arrivin'’.

The new captain.

Lieutenant Tom rode out to meet him.

Hiya.

MAN: Whoa! All right, whoa!

Captain Nelson.Colonel.

Welcome to the post.I want you to meet

my daughter, Mary. Mary, this is Colonel Merritt.

I'’m delighted to know you.

Well, captain.[ horse snorts ]

Well, Mary, this is Fort Davis.

End of the line.

I thought I'’d never get here.

[ chuckles ] I'’d have gone all the way

to Washington to escort you if they let me.

Oh.

TOM: Emily!

Come over here. Someone I want you to meet.

Miss Mary Nelson, Miss Emily--

[ sighs ] Miss Emily.

How do you do?

She--she doesn'’t speak English?

Oh, sure, she does. She was just struck dumb

by the sight of anyone as pretty as you.

Oh.

Scragg, you say there'’s a build-up going on

in this area.

What do you think that means?

Why, sure, Colonel, but it don'’t look good.

Well, those devils are up to something.

Their raids have been increasing lately

and they'’re becoming more daring.

Almost as if someone was givin'’ 'em news

when the troops are the smallest.

Wouldn'’t you say so, Lieutenant?

I don'’t know what you mean by that, Scragg.

Don'’t you?

Scragg, what are you implying?

Well, I ain'’t implyin' nothin'’, general.

Just that if there was an Injun spy inside

of the fort, well--

Now, just a minute--Now, just a minute, gentlemen.

Mr. Scragg seems to believe

that Emily is betraying us.

I don'’t believe it.

You may go, Scragg.

[ door opens and closes ]

Sir, I want--I'’m sorry about that, Easton,

but Scragg is... well, you know Scragg.

He'’s a good scout or I wouldn'’t have him on the fort.

Yes, sir.However, we must

take all precautions.

Fort Davis is already outnumbered by these Apaches.

You will double all guard and sentry duty.

All traveling patrols will remain within

signaling distance of the fort.

You will post a guard inside and outside the fort.

That'’s an order.

Yes, sir.

MERRITT: Tom?

I'’m not too worried.

I trust Emily with my life, sir.

I'’m sure you would, Lieutenant.

You'’ll be coming for dinner tonight, sir?

I certainly will.

I'’ve heard about the food at your place.

Good afternoon, sir.

[ laughing and chatting ]

No thank you, Emily.

Oh, thank you so much.

You know, this is one of the nicest punches I'’ve ever tasted.

Attention! Attention, please.

I have an announcement to make.

This daughter of mine likes the army so much,

she'’s joining up for life.

I have the great pleasure of announcing

my daughter Mary'’s engagement to Lieutenant Thomas Easton.

Well, congratulations, Tom. I think that'’s just wonderful.

Mary, you got yourself

one of the finest young men I'’ve ever met.

[ chattering ]

[ crying ]

MERRITT: Congratulations, Tom.

Good luck to you.Thank you, sir.

So glad you enjoyed it.Good night.

Good night, sir.Thank you.

[ knocks ]Emily?

Emily?

Tom, she'’s not here.

Where could she be?

I'’ll take a look around.

[ panting ]

She'’s not outside. Where could she--

Mother, what'’s wrong?

She'’s gone, Tom.

She'’s left us.

What do you mean, "left us"?

She can'’t leave the fort.

Emily would'’ve found a way.

But why? Why should she leave?

You don'’t know?

You honestly don'’t know, do you?

Why should I know?

Tom, Emily is in love with you.

In love? With me?

Little Pasu Katu.

[ dog barking ]

Pasu Katu finds it hard

to forget the ways of the white man?

My nights are filled with shadows,

mother of my mother.

I cannot wash them away.

MOTHER: Five moons have come and gone,

and you still think on the bluecoat man.

Speak not, for the ears of the chief do hear.

There is much hate for the bluecoats.

We'’re all of the same heart?

[ all agreeing ]

Take position.

North. South.

[ grunts ]Three times sun,

strike fort!

Kill all the bluecoats.

[ shouting ]

[ Indians chanting ]

[ horse whinnying ]

Did you hear anything?

Yeah.

It'’s an Injun, I can just smell '’em.

[ gunshot ]

MAN: What goes up there?

We hit somebody.

Emily!

It'’s Emily, Indian Emily. [ deep breathing ]

Mr. Lieutenant Tom.

I'’ve come to see Mr. Lieutenant Tom.

Just lay right there.

Guard! Guard!

It'’s Indian Emily! She'’s come back!

Get a stretcher!

And get Lieutenant Easton on the double!

Emily?

Emily?

The colonel is here.

Mr. Lieutenant Tom?

I have come from the campfires of my people

to tell their plan.

My ears have heard unhappy words.

Many more ears.

Many guns.

At first corner of sun, they come.

Many bluecoat die.

Send messengers to recall all patrols.

Emily? [ door closes ]

Good girl.

You'’ve done us a great service.

You'’re a very brave girl,

and we'’re very grateful.

MAN: Yah! Hyah! Yah!

[ door closes ]

I...

I'’m sorry.

Honest, Emily.

[ Emily panting ]

Emily, I didn'’t know it was you.

Mr. Lieutenant Tom?

I could not let you die.

[ gasping ]

Him good bluecoat.

[ exhales ]

The Apaches came as they had planned.

But thanks to Emily'’s warning the fort was prepared

and riposte the attack.

Indian Emily was buried with full military honors.

She was buried in a grave just outside the fort

that she had so gallantly saved.

But Indian Emily'’s story did not end

in that tiny, shallow grave.

The drama of great romance and sacrifice

so endeared her to the state of Texas,

that they have erected this monument in her memory

at Fort Davis, in Jefferson Davis County.

The plaque tells her story.