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NARRATOR: Where Western history comes alive.

Stories of the Old West,

stories of hardships and adventure,

of dreams and of courage,

stories of the American pioneer are all a part of our past,

of our heritage.

In the Autumn of 1875, some 2000 Apaches were confined

to the vast and desolate San Carlos reservation

in the Arizona territory.

They had one trusted friend,

John Clum, who, at the age of 25,

was the youngest Indian agent ever appointed.

In addition to giving the Apaches

their first chance at self government,

Clum created a police force manned entirely by the Apaches,

a group which would later be known as...

Two, three, four.

Left flank...march!

I said left flank.

Hup, two, three, four.

Get in step.

Right flank...march!

Hup, two, three, four. Pick it up.

Hup!

Hup!

Hup, two, three, four.

Hup! Hup!

Hup, two, three, four.

Hup! Hup! Hup two, three...

Left flank...march!

Hup. Ossa!

Hup, two, three, four.

Hup, two, three, four.

To the rear...march!

To the rear...march!

To the rear...march!

Left flank...march!

To the rear...march!

Hup, two, three, four.

To the left flank...march!

Hup, two, three, four.

Hup, two, three, four.

Hup, two, three, four.

Squad...halt!

Right...face!

Fall out!

That'’s some police force you got there, Mr. Clum.

Yessiree.

They'’re coming along, Matt.

Why, sure. In no time at all,

they'’ll have every Apache in the territory saluting.

[ chuckles ]

Cuala, have the boys help Mr. Crutcher

get the supplies off the wagon.

I am sorry, Mr. Clum.

We try,

but we are slow to learn.

We keep trying, Lago, but they never seem to get any better.

But Mr. Clum, if you believe in us, we believe in us.

I try, but...

Then we show white man.

We show Apache not need pony soldier to watch.

We watch.

And Apache be good. Yes?

Sounds good when you say it, Lago, but I don'’t know.

Then you will help.

Maybe, tomorrow, we be better.

Okay?

Okay, Lago. Tomorrow.

Oh, you hear the rumor about the cavalry pulling out?

No, I can'’t say as I have. I hope they don'’t.

I should think so.

From what I'’ve seen, your boys ain'’t near ready

to take their place.

They'’re doing just fine, Crutcher.

Well, Joe Grimes doesn'’t think so.

He'’s putting together a vigilante group.

Then he'’s asking for trouble.

We haven'’t been bothered by the Indians for months now.

Been a lot of cattle stolen.

You do not know that Apache took them, Mr. Crutcher.

You calling Joe Grimes a liar?

He blames your chief, Manos.

I do not think so,

but, even so, you do not need vig--

vig--

White men.

We, the Apache police, we talk to Manos.

You? Why, Manos hates your kind

more than he does the white man.

Look at you, turned against your own people.

Okay, Crutcher, that'’s enough.

All right, you just keep playing soldier,

but Grimes, me, and the rest,

we'’ll be ready for Manos.

Tomorrow, Mr. Clum.

Tomorrow we be better.

CLUM: Hup, two, three, four.

Hup, two, three, four.

Hup, two, three, four.

Hup, two, three, four.

Hup, two, three, four.

Forward...march!

Hup, two, three, four.

Hup, two, three, four.

Hup, two, three, four.

Squad...halt!

Left...face!

At ease.

Very good, John, for beginners.

Well, Captain, all we need'’s a few more weeks.

They'’ll be as good as any squad in your outfit.

Attent...hup!

Fall out!

Perhaps you'’re right, John,

if you have the time.

That'’s what brought me out here.

We'’re leaving.

We'’ve been transferred to Fort Laramie.

When?

Next Thursday.

Three days.

But, can'’t you ask them for a little more time?

You follow orders in the Army, John,

not ask questions.

But, Loren, we'’re not ready.

I can fool myself, but we need weeks.Yes, and you should have them,

but nothing can change my orders,

not even this.

What is it?A petition,

signed by nearly a thousand people

asking Washington to keep us here.

Well, send it on.

Oh, I intend to,

but we'’ll be long gone before this gets East,

and it'’ll be months before there'’s an answer.

I see.

And it'’s...

us or Joe Grimes'’ vigilantes.

They won'’t be needed

if your men do their job.

Loren, my friend, you saw...

Yeah, John. I saw it.

Uniform on a drill field never made a solider.

The Apaches are proud.

They should be taught to use that pride, govern themselves.

We'’ve said it a thousand times, John.

Your constabulary'’s the beginning.

Is all right, Mr. Clum?

Calvary'’s leaving, Lago.

Three more days and they'’ll be gone.

That is good.

Today, we were better than yesterday.

Tomorrow, better still.

Next day, same.

By Thursday, we be best.

Yes?

Sure, Lago. Thursday.

So, this is Clum'’s Constabulary, eh?

One of them, Mr. Grimes.

I'’m surprised, John, that you think that he and the others

can stand between this town and their chief, Manos.

Nobody'’s had to take that stand yet.

If we'’re lucky, nobody ever will.

[ chuckling ] If.

But, just in case, the vigilantes are standing ready.

So I'’ve heard.

Tell me, you'’ve been against the Apache police

from the very beginning.

Why?

I don'’t care what you call them.

They'’re all thieves,

and, when the chips are down,

they don'’t go against their own people.

You speaking from experience?

They'’ve stolen nothing from me.

I aim to keep it that way.

You'’re a hard man to understand, Mr. Grimes.

Raid! Raid! Manos is on the warpath!

Everybody, you hear?

What is it, Crutcher? What happened?

The Benton place, hit by Apaches.

Manos burned it to the ground.[ chuckles ]

Your luck just ran out.

Now somebody'’s got to take a stand.

Tell the men to meet me out there.

Lago, take the wagon back,

and bring Dualla and the others.

We go to Benton'’s, Mr. Clum?

After I get Captain Philips. He'’s still in charge.

Well, Benton'’s dead.

Not a head of cattle in the place.

Well, well.

Apache.

Manos.

What more do we need?The authority, Mr. Grimes.

I still have it. You don'’t.

Let me see that.

Does that belong to Manos?

Maybe Apache, Mr. Clum, but not Manos.

Manos not do this.

What did I tell you?

They never go against each other.

How do you know, Lago?

Many heel prints, captain.

Many boots. Here, I show.

Not fresh, but many.

Captain, you'’re wearing boots.

Clum'’s wearing boots. I'’m-- we're all wearing boots.

Yes, I know.

But he had to be heard out.

Sorry, John, I guess we'’ll have to handle this.

Eh, Captain?

Is it all right if the boys and I ride out

in a different direction?

Yes, but if you find them, no violence.

Come for me.

No moccasin prints here, Mr. Clum.

Apache not do this.

Well, we better find out who did, Lago,

because if they catch Manos, they'’ll hang him.

Manos chief.

If pony solider kill, Apache kill pony solider, many others.

Can you pick up the trail their boots left?

It is cold trail,

but...you say we can do, we can do.

Okay?Okay, go.

Dualla, you go to town and watch.

If the captain or Mr. Grimes brings in Manos,

you come and tell us.

All right men, that'’s all for the day.

Maybe we'’ll have better luck in the morning.

Dismissed!

Captain, we found Manos and his men out near Salt Creek.

Have you followed orders and stayed clear?Yes, we haven'’t been seen.

Cleary,

get Davis and Scott.

Can'’t do much until morning, but we ride out now anyway.

Mount up, men.

Many heel marks.

Maybe five, maybe six white men.

Many cattle. Move fast. Spend night here.

How do you know?

White man fire.

White man'’s coffee.

Are we far behind?

Maybe not, but the sun goes. Tomorrow is better.

Okay?Okay.

[ angry yelling ]

Stop!

Stand back, all of you.

This man, Manos, is my prisoner, my responsibility,

and I'’m going to keep him alive.

Now, stay back!

GRIMES: They'’re only asking for justice.

Justice for the man who killed Sirus Benton.

We'’ll have to wait for a trial

to determine if Manos is that man.

When, Captain Phillips?

The rest of them have been sent back to the reservation.

They'’ll be tried later if Manos is guilty.

Oh, he'’s guilty all right.

We'’ll see when he's tried this afternoon, Mr. Grimes.

[ shouting ]

[ cows mooing ]

No.

We want them alive.

Now, I'’ll go. You keep me covered.

Shoot if they shoot first, but don'’t kill.

Pull them up, come on!

Come on, get them up there!

It'’s Clum! Get him!

Crutcher!

Crutcher, I'’m not alone.

The Apaches are up there on the ridge.

You look up. We got you pinned down.

Throw down your guns or they'’ll open fire.

It'’s no use. Do like he says.

You sure get around, Crutcher.

You got nothing on me.I will have...

if those are Benton'’s cattle, which I'’m sure they are.

Go on, get down.

Dualla is here.

He says soldier captain has Manos.

He will have trial today.

You can prevent an injustice by telling the truth.

No chance, Clum.

They hang cattle rustlers too, Crutcher.

Well I-- I got a lot of friends in town.

I'’ll take a chance with a trial.

How about you taking your chances out here?

Me? Out here?

You must be joking.

Tried by a bunch of blood-thirsty Apaches?

Why not?

Manos is being tried in town

by a bunch of bloodthirsty white men.

You'’ll get a fair trial, Apache style.

Is everything ready?

It is, Mr. Grimes.

The trial will be held in the Silver Dawn Saloon.

Bring him out, men.

What'’s the meaning of this?

You got the wrong man,Captain.

Where is your evidence, Clum?

Right behind me, Grimes.

Come on, let'’s get on with this.

See anybody you know, Grimes?

Tell them. Tell them who killed Benton and stole his cattle.

He did. Matt Crutcher.

That'’s a lie.

You did it to cover your own rustling

and tried to blame it on Manos.

Is he saying that Grimes killed Benton?

That'’s right.

He didn'’t want the Apache police involved

because he couldn'’t control them.

But he openly led the vigilante group.

He needed an alibi. Place to be.

Place where everybody could see him

while his men stole cattle and drove in to Mexico.

You pig. You ungrateful pig.

It'’s the truth.

You expect me to take the blame?

The way he had it planned, the more cattle taken,

the more trouble the Indians would be in.

In the end, they'’d be wiped out

and he'’d be the hero.

A rich hero.

Sergeant? Lock him up.

Hup, two, three, four.

Hup, hup.

To the rear...march.

Hup, two, three, four.

Hup, two, three, four.

Right flank...march.

Hup, two, three, four.

Squad...halt.

Left right...grass.

Ready...done.

You don'’t think much of them, do you, Captain?

Clum'’s Constabulary.

They'’re hopeless.

Absolutely hopeless.

But, in case any of them decide to join the cavalry,

remember, I get first crack at them.

Thanks, Loren.

I'’m sending six new uniforms.

I don'’t know if they'll fit the Apaches, but they'’re yours.

They'’ll wear them with pride.

You and your "savages" saved me

from making a terrible blunder.

I'’ll never forget how much I owe you,

and them.

Oh, I almost forgot,

I didn'’t have time to mail this petition.

You'’ll know what to do with it.

Thank you, Loren.

Squad...attention, hup!

Forward...ho.

Eyes...right.

John Clum did more than prevent a cruel miscarriage of justice.

His humane policies, together with the successful operations

of the Apache constables, set a standard of excellence

never before attained in solving the problems

of the reservation Indians.

Be with us again next week

for another story from our American past.

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