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Let'’s rest, Vince.
I can'’t go no further.

I should'’ve known better
than to take you along, ya scum.

How was I to know
them horses would run off.

I don'’t know nothing
about horses.

You don'’t know anything
about anything, Sims.

It'’s your fault
we'’re in this spot.

If the army catches up with us,
we'’re gonna see
you get it first.

That right, Vince?

They ain'’t caught us yet.

Before they catch me,

there'’ll be plenty
of soldier boys laying around.

If they do catch us,
it'’ll mean a firing squad.

It'’s the penalty, ain't it?Oh, now stop talking
like that, kid.

You ain'’t gonna face
no firing squad.

Not while I'’m around.

Now stop squallin'’
and grow up.

Aw, leave him be, Hacker!

He'’s got as much guts
as anybody else in this outfit.

Well, let'’s go.

Can'’t nobody
get no rest?

No!

Not when he'’s wanted
for desertion.

♪♪ [ trumpet ]

Howdy, folks.
I'’m the Old Ranger.

This is the field headquarters
of the Union Army,

General Clement Avery,

who was bringing an army
of raw recruits

across the Southwest desert.

"Bounty recruits,"
they call '’em,

because the North,
desperate for more fighting men,

has paid each man $300
to enlist.

There'’s five fewer now
than when they started

At this moment,
inside here with General Avery,

are his chief scout,
Colonel Madison Lake,

and his aide, Colonel Barker,

discussing the plans
to go after...

Vince Kleeber, Jake Kleeber,

Granby, Hacker, Sims.

Five of the worst men
in the outfit.

And they'’ll probably change
their names, reenlist,

collect another $300,
and desert again.

These men
will never reenlist.

I'’ll not march a foot
until they'’re brought back,

court-martialed, and executed
before the whole company.

Are they really worth
going after, General?

Not one.

But unless I make an example
of these men,

there'’ll be ten next week.

And heaven knows how many
the week after that.

Then the sooner you
bring them back, the better.

Oh, they'’ll put up a fight.

They knocked out the guard
and carried off

all the ammunition
they could steal.

We'’ll need a 24-man patrol,
I should judge.

A 24-man patrol
would never bring '’em back.

Well, how many men
would you require,
Colonel Lake?

None. I'’d go alone.

Alone?

To round up five cutthroats
armed to the teeth?

General, one man
can travel faster than a patrol,

and quieter.

Shouldn'’t be too hard
to track them down.

You send out a patrol,
there'’s liable to be a skirmish,
maybe somebody killed.

What you want is to bring back
all five men
and court-martial them.

That'’s the way
it shapes up to me.

That sounds ridiculous.There are a lot of things
in the army

that not only sound ridiculous,
Barker,

they are ridiculous.

All right, Lake.
Here are the warrants.

Whatever fool way you use
to capture them,
that'’s your business.

Yes, sir.And good luck to you.

[ dishware clatters, distant ]

Hey, Vince, I'’m gonna
hunt up some more water.

Good idea, Jake.

Afternoon, men.

Keep away from your guns.

Put your hands up.
Everybody!

Where'’s the other man?

Right behind you, mister.[ cocks rifle ]

All right. Get up.

Move over to that wall.

Come on.

Now, very slowly,
take those guns out
and drop them.

That'’s my brother you shot.

Turn around
and face the wall.

I'’ll take care of him.

All right.
You, get your hands
in back of you.

Come on.
Sure act tough
with a gun in your hand.

I'’m trying
not to hurt you, boy.

Better not.
[ groans ]

You'’ll be all right.
I only winged you.

Here we go.

All right, you men.
Turn around.

All the way around.

I have here warrants
for your arrest

on charges of desertion from
the Army of the United States
in time of war.

Identify yourself
as I call your name.

Hacker.I'’m Hacker.

Occupation: stevedore,
San Francisco.

Tried for murder.
Acquitted.

Sure. Acquitted.

It was only a fight.
He had a weak head.

Sims.I-- I'’m Sims, sir.

Two prison terms
for petty theft.

Last known occupation:
barker in a peepshow?

Bartender'’s my real trade,
Colonel, sir.

When things is tough...

Granby.Ace Granby.

Occupation: gambler.

Afraid your luck'’s run out, Ace.

[ scoffs ]

Jake Kleeber.
Occupation: none.

That'’s me.

How old are you, Jake?

None of your business.

I should guess about 19 or so.

Vince Kleeber.

I'’m Vince Kleeber.

You know it.
I was in your outfit.

Why'’d you men
enlist anyway?

For the $300,
or to get away from the law?

Too bad. You could'’ve made
something of yourself.[ scoffs ]

You, Vince,
you had the makings
of a fair scout.

Then why didn'’t they
let me scout?

March, march.
That'’s all I did was march.
I got fed up.

The army would'’ve given you
responsibility, Vince,
when you'’d earned it.

What happened to your horses?

Stupid forgot to hobble '’em.

Else we'’d have been
a long way from here.

It'’s gonna be a long march
back to camp.

March?

You gonna make him march
when he'’s just been shot?

He'’ll ride my horse, Vince.
We start at once.

And you men will have to
carry back all this
government property you stole.

What, lug all this stuff back?That'’s 30 miles!

Shut up.

Don'’t make a sound.

[ shouting
in foreign language ]

[ speaking in native language ]

[ speaking
in foreign language ]

What is it, Colonel?
Apaches?

Confederates.Rebs?

It looks like we'’re between
the devil and the deep.

What are you gonna
do now, Colonel?

Come on, Colonel.
Give us the rest of it.

How close are they?

I don'’t know how close they are.

But according to the Indian,
they'’re a pretty
fair size outfit.

Probably gorillas.

They know the route
of General Avery'’s march.

They'’re aiming to make
a surprise attack.

More power to '’em.

You gotta get us outta here
fast, Colonel, sir.

Wait a minute, boys.
Our luck might be changing.

What do you mean?

I mean, this puts you
in kind of a spot, eh, Colonel?

Those Confederates will
overtake us in no time.

Us on foot
and lugging all this gear.

What do you think they'’ll do
to you, Colonel Lake?

Why, I'’ll be shot.
And so will you.

Exactly. And I'’m betting
you wanna save your hide

as much as we wanna save ours.More.

Your only chance, Colonel,
is to untie us.
We'’ll scatter.

Each going a different way.

Sure, those rebs
won'’t bother chasing us
in five directions.

You can even get on your horse
and ride back
and warn General Avery.

How about it, Colonel?
What do you say?

I say we'’re
staying right here.

I can'’t carry that stuff...You must be out of your mind,
Colonel.

We can'’t stay here.

If the rebels surprise
General Avery, they'’ll cut
those green troops to ribbons.

We should worry.What we have to do

is bottle up
those Confederates here
in this canyon

till we can bring in
General Avery and the troops
and surprise them.

"We"?

With the guns and ammunition
you men stole,
we can hold off a small army.

They'’ve gotta come through
that gap, and we'’ll be set
for them in this position.

No deal.
We might not get out.

If we don'’t defend
this position, they'’ll swarm
in here, kill us all.

The rebs ain'’t blind, Colonel.
They'’ll see for themselves
we'’re tied up.

Deserters.
They'’ll welcome us,
like brothers.

Yeah. You'’re the only one
for the Union cause.

All right, then.
I guess I'’ll just have to
do it alone.

You men take your own chances.

You mean you'’d rather stand here
and be killed

than get on your horse
and make a getaway?

That'’s right.Ain'’t nothing wrong
with saving your hide.

Is there?No, there'’s nothing wrong
with saving your hide,

except you'’ve got to live
with that hide

and with your conscience
for the rest of your life,

and live in constant fear
of being caught.

And you will be.

The army won'’t give up
till they'’ve tracked you down.

As for myself, yes,
I'’d rather die

fighting like a soldier
than keep on running... forever.

Pretty speech.

[ Jake whimpering ]

All right.
You think it over.

I better get you
in the shade.

Colonel? How come
you only winged the kid?

You'’re too good a shot
for that.

I'’m no executioner.

My assignment
is to bring you men in.

That'’s what I intend to do.
Alive, if possible.

That better?

And after that?

I'’m no judge, either.

I can promise you men
one thing, though.
You'’ll get a fair trial.

You mean leniency?I said "fair."

Colonel...

Uh...

Was decent of you
not to have killed the kid
when you could have.

I, uh, wish there were
some way I could thank you.

There is, Vince.

You can help me hold off
those rebels

till we get word
to General Avery.

And a doctor for Jake.

He needs one.

All right.
I'’ll go along with you.

Turncoat! Yellowbelly!Aw, shut up!

What did you ever do for me
but gripe?
That'’s enough.

All right, Vince.
You said you wanted
to be a scout.

Now'’s your chance.
You get on down that canyon,

find those Confederates,
how many there are,

and if they'’re camped,
moving this way, or what.

Yeah.

You take my horse.
He'’s a hundred yards
down the trail.

Yes, sir.

You'’ll never see him again,
or your horse.

"Get going! Hurry up!
On the double!

Do this! Do that!"
[ spits ]

Come on, boy.

You'’ll be a lot safer
behind that rock
when the firing starts.

Vince is taking a long time
to scout a few rebs, Colonel.

Yeah. I wonder
what could'’ve happenedto him.

I need a drink.

It'’s so hot.

I'’ll get you a drink, boy.

These are empty.

You men completely
out of water?

Jake was going looking
for some, Colonel,
when you come along.

MAN:
Hyah!

What'’d you find out?Must be a hundred men
out there.

A lot of wagons. All loaded
with ammunitions and supplies.
All moving this way.

All right. You ride
out to General Avery,
tell him what you saw.

And give him this note from me.
It explains the situation.Yes, sir.

Now, you have to
leave the canteen
because we'’re out of water.

But grab yourself some food.

I won'’t even stop for food. JAKE: Vince?

[ breathing heavily ]

What'’s the plan, Vince?
How you gonna get us out?

Now, you-- you just
leave that to me.

You gotta get us out, Vince.

You can'’t trust
those rebels.

They'’ll likely kill us.Now, stop talking like that.

Talking like that doesn'’t--
doesn'’t help any.

You gotta get us out, Vince.
You gotta.

[ continues breathing heavily ]

Colonel'’s waiting for me.

Listen, Vince.
Password is "brandywine."

When you get close
to the Avery camp,

you yell it loud and clear
so they won'’t fire at you.

Understand?

I got it. "Brandywine."

Good luck.

So long, turncoat.

I hope you break
your filthy neck.

You'’d be on that horse,
Colonel, if you were smart.

Yeah, these officers
are supposed to be so smart,
Granby.

Come on, boy.

Well, at least
they'’re smart enough

to get us poor slobs
to run their errands for them,

and do their fighting,
eh, Colonel?

If I thought it'’d do any good,
Hacker, I'’d cut you loose

and show you how
at least one officer
can do his own fighting.

Yeah, if you mean that,
who knows?

It might do a lot of good.

I might just change
my mind about you

and pitch in.

All right, Hacker.

I'’m not an officer now,
and I have no gun.

There'’s no poor slob
to do my fighting for me.

Now you'’re talking
my language, Colonel.

[ grunts ]

[ groans ]

[ grunting ]

Aah!

[ blow lands ]

[ grunts ]

[ grunts ]

[ panting ]

All right.

I-- I-- I'’ve had it, Colonel.

[ exhales ]

Colonel Lake?

Is there any more
of that water left?

Not much,
but you can have it.

[ panting ]

Ah. Thank you.

Colonel, you'’ve given
Jake and Hacker
the last of your water.

They needed it.

We'’ll have to get more somehow.

I'’ll go for water.

Yeah?

That is, if you think
you can trust me.

I think I can.

Well, if Ace
goes along with you,

I guess I might as well.

Ace, I think you'’ll find water
around the bend.

Fill all the canteens.Yeah.

I mean, yes, sir.

Okay, Sims.
You and I are gonna
set up defense positions.

Yes, sir.

Hacker.

You get behind that rock
over there.

Colonel, between us,
we'’ll give them rebs
a rough time,

even if Vince don'’t come back.

Sims, you'’ll be over here
on the other side.

[ animal barking ]

[ animal howling ]

[ horse whinnying ]

Here they come!

[ men shouting ]

Hyah!

[ horses whinnying ]

[ grunts ]

Hyah!Yah!

Yah!Yah!

Yah!

Yah!

Yah!Yah!

I never thought we'’d be able
to hold them off this long.

Maybe you'’re better
than you thought you were,
Granby.

What time is it now?

Late afternoon.

We might as well face it.
Vince ain'’t coming back now.

We don'’t know that, Sims.

Yeah. Something probably
happened to him.

I know what happened to him.
He just took off.

I don'’t care anymore.

I'’m gonna get as many rebs
as I can
just for the fun of it.

Here they come again!

[ incoming gunshot ]

[ men shouting ]

[ horses whinnying ]

[ whinnying continues ]

ACE:
The colonel'’s hit!

[ grunts ]

[ incoming gunfire continues ]

Keep firing, you two!

[ hoofbeats approaching ]

They got behind us, men!

VINCE:
Brandywine!

Don'’t shoot!
It'’s me, Vince!

[ incoming gunfire continues ]

General Avery'’s
right behind me, sir.

What took you so long?

The horse bolted.
Scared by a rattlesnake.
I had to walk half the way.

I knew you'’d make it, Vince.

Good work, Vince.

So their charges
were reduced
to A.W.O.L.

instead of desertion.

They got 60 days.

Thank you, General.

They asked to see you
before you leave
for the hospital.

Corporal.

Well, why don'’t
one of you men speak up?

You said you had
a special request.

Well, uh--
Well, uh, Colonel,

we were thinking it over, sir,
and, uh, we thought that--

Well, since we fought
together so well out there,

that you might...

Well, uh...

You see,
we'’ll be getting out of prison

at about the same time, uh,
you get out of the hospital,

and, well,
we thought that...

We thought we could
form a raider outfit

for special missions,
if you could arrange it.

Yeah.How about it?

What do you say, Colonel?

Not a bad idea.

Not a bad idea at all.

Colonel Lake did arrange it.

These men turned out to be
one of the most famous units
in the Union Army.

Incidentally,
I have here a picture

from a Civil War edition
of Harper'’s Weekly,

showing a group
of bounty recruits,

five of who
have gone down in history

as Lake'’s Scouts.