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From the archives of the United States

Cavalry, the true stories of Colonel

Ranold McKenzie and the cavalrymen he

led. McKenzie's raiders. His secret

orders from the president of the United

States. Clean up the Southwest. Make it

a fit place for Americans to live. Wipe

out the renegades, outlaws, and

murderers. If necessary, cross the Rio

Grand, knowing capture means hanging by

the enemy. Discovery Court Marshall by

the United States Army

1873

15,000 square miles of the Rio Grand

border ravaged by murderous bands of

renegades striking suddenly out of

nowhere looting killing burning

everything in their path then racing

back across the border to Sanctu. uary.

1873, the fourth cavalry troops led by

Colonel McKenzie fought an impossible

war, never knowing when or where trouble

would hit next. Two things stood between

them and the murderers. And

international law and the real grand.

March 17th, another day, another attack,

another ranch looted and burned. An

entire family brutally massacred. But

this attack carried a new significance.

McKenzie's lead scout, Trooper John

Ryan, had been captured by the

Renegades.

Their escape seemed quick and easy. But

this time, McKenzie was close. The ranch

was beyond saving, but trooper Ryan was

still alive.

Grand.

Following their usual pattern, the

outlaws raced for the river. But they

picked a spot where McKenzie knew they

couldn't cross. Knew it to be a trick to

discourage pursuit. The far side was

sheer cliff. They would have to go

farther downstream. There was still a

chance to save Ryan.

Let's try and cut him off.

McKenzie's troops galloped tired horses,

too tired to save the seconds needed.

And again, McKenzie was too late. Again,

a few feet of shallow brown water served

not only as an international boundary,

but as a bulletproof barrier that

McKenzie couldn't pierce.

>> Hold your fire.

>> Mr. Wyinners, my orders were to halt.

Obey them or I shall fire.

>> I'd sure like to follow the lieutenant

across that river.

Come on.

>> Come on.

Come on.

>> Why don't they shoot at us?

>> They want us to watch what they're doing

to Ryan.

>> Will they kill him?

>> Worse.

They'll keep him alive. Just barely

>> reform ranks. Lieutenant, we're going

back to Fort Clark.

>> Ryan's just newly married, sir.

>> I'm aware of that, Lieutenant Winners.

You forget I married them myself just

two weeks ago.

Now, would you be so good as to obey my

order? Left by two. Ho.

No military commander finds it easy to

sacrifice even one man. Colonel McKenzie

was no exception. He knew what his men

must feel as they carried out his orders

to abandon Ryan to torture and leave

without an attempted rescue.

We're coming into Fort Clark. I want

every man to ride in like the cavalry

man who rode out this morning at a

gallop. And one thing more. Trooper Ryan

did not fall into the hands of the

renegades alive. He was killed instantly

and died gallantly.

Any man who breathes a word to the

contrary will have to answer to me

personally.

All right, Sergeant Lond, give the

command.

>> All right, buckles. And I al nowhere.

Hey,

shall I dismiss the men, sir?

>> No, Lieutenant Witters. We'll have them

stand fast.

If you expect a compliment on today's

action, I'm afraid I have a

disappointment for you. Could hardly be

called a success from any point of view.

Bravery there was. But our movements

were imprecise, undisiplined.

And precision and discipline are what an

army unit fights on, what it survives

on.

Sergeant Lond.

>> Yes, sir.

>> Commander to have 5 minutes to change

mounts. Then they're to engage in two

hours of saber drill. Lieutenant Winters

will accompany you.

You may dismiss the platoon.

Prepare to discom.

>> I'm sorry, Mary.

>> Colonel McKenzie, they they didn't get

him alive, did they?

>> No. He was much too good a soldier to

let them get him alive.

>> Thank God for that anyway.

>> You'll need friends now, Mary.

>> I hope you'll consider me one of them.

>> Thank you.

>> Saber drill in this day and age.

>> Where does he think he is? Back of West

Point.

>> I thought we were doing pretty good

until he stopped us.

>> Yeah, it's never good enough for the

colonel. That's why you buckos are going

to live to be old soldiers in spite of

yourselves.

>> Urgent dispatch for Colonel McKenzie.

Come on.

Dispatch, sir.

Uh, no answer. That'll be all.

>> You wanted to see me, Lieutenant?

>> I assumed you'd want to see me, sir.

>> Oh, yes.

I should reprimand you for your

impetuous conduct at the river.

>> Is that all, sir?

>> No. The Secretary of War is inspecting

this post. You'll arrive by stage coach

in 3 hours. Please see to it that a

guard of honor is called out to receive

it.

>> Yes, sir.

I must admit, Colonel, that's the worst

meal I've had since since we were

campaigning at Shiloh.

>> Yes, Mr. Secretary.

>> You always feed this badly?

>> Nearly always, Mr. Secretary.

>> Feed your men this badly?

>> Nearly always, Mr. Secretary.

>> Cut out that, Mr. Secretary. You know my

name as well as your own.

>> Yes, Bill.

You can't feed soldiers every night on

hard attack and bacon.

>> No, Bill. The soldiers had beef steak

tonight.

What?

>> Why didn't I have beef steak?

>> There wasn't enough to go around, sir. I

haven't had a nickel from the War

Department in over 3 months.

>> Doesn't seem to have slowed you down,

honey.

>> Never heard so many civilian complaints

against one officer in my life. Doesn't

this post ever pay bills?

>> Hardly ever, sir. Only when it receives

money.

You and your territory are getting quite

a name for yourselves around Washington.

Non-payment of bills is the least of it.

>> How bad trouble am I in, Bill?

>> These devils running back and forth

across the border. There's more looting,

kidnapping, and murder in this

territory.

>> I asked, sir, how bad trouble am I in?

>> You went to West Point just as I did.

You know that no military commander in

history ever had everything that he

wanted. Make do, McKenzie. Make do.

>> Make do.

Just how? Oh, it sounds great up there

in Washington, but tell me just how with

that Rio Grand staring me in the face.

That Rio Grand that I'm forbidden to

cross and protecting every killer and

bandit and cutthroat in the whole

territory. An entire family was wiped

out today and their murderers escaped to

attack someplace else again tomorrow

because I'm forbidden to cross that

river.

One of my troopers being tortured to

death right at this moment because I'm

forbidden to cross that river. Sure,

I'll make do. Tell me just how

>> M.

That's an order.

>> Mr. Secretary, I think you've talked

enough for the moment, Colonel. Now shut

up.

>> Sure. The situation here is impossible

and it's a situation which under the

orders you have is completely impossible

to change. Nevertheless, we want you to

change it.

>> We that president, he and I will be the

only two who will ever know your new

orders.

>> Quote,

"What are my new orders, sir?"

>> Orders orders limit a commander, and

you're not to have any limitations. They

also protect them, and you're not to

have any protection. But you ought to

have orders. Verbal secret orders. And

here they are.

By hook or by crook, clean up the

Southwest. Make it a fit place for

Americans to live. It'll surprise us if

you don't find it necessary to cross the

Rio Grand. And it'll surprise us even

more if we hear about it when you do it.

If the enemy catches you, he'll hang

you. And you have every legal right to.

We catch you, we'll hang you. We'll

court marshall you and drum you out of

the service in disgrace for disobeying

orders and causing a war with Mexico.

And now, sir, if you'll excuse me, I

have some pressing duty to attend to.

Shaughnessy,

take care of Mr. Secretary Shaughnessy.

I have to go out.

>> Can't wait till morning.

>> Waited too long already, sir.

And Bill,

I'll make do.

The Secretary of War had given Colonel

McKenzie secret orders that could shape

the destiny of the entire Southwest. To

McKenzie, it had a more immediate

bearing on the destiny of one man,

Trooper John Ryan, if he were still

alive.

We should have followed Lieutenant

Winters across the river today. The old

man couldn't have shot us all.

>> The old man's got his reasons, I tell

you. He's always got his reasons.

Sometimes he's a bit peculiar, I admit.

But we're still alive, ain't we?

>> As you were, boys.

>> I need five volunteers. The duty will be

dangerous

and secret. I volunteer, sir.

>> Thank you, Forest.

>> Any other volunteers?

Thank you, ma'am.

All right.

Tober,

Warren,

Sergeant Londe,

and Forest.

That's it.

>> I know you only asked for five men, sir,

but I'd appreciate it if you took me

along.

>> How much do you weigh, Banyan?

>> About 210, sir.

Sorry, your request is refused.

>> The men I have chosen will be ready to

ride in 5 minutes. You'll carry sabers,

no blankets, no bed rolls. Each man will

bring a short length of rope and some

boot polish.

Any questions?

As you were, man.

Oh,

remember I said secret

>> rope

boot polish.

>> Lovely night for a ride, sir.

>> Who's the other horse for?

>> Lieutenant Wyinners.

>> Lieutenant Winters? I didn't give

Lieutenant Winters any orders.

>> Well, he said he just wouldn't feel

right letting you go off without another

officer in

>> Where is he? Person

reporting for duties.

>> Happy to have you with me, Ben.

>> Thank you, sir.

>> Let's go.

McKenzie's plan was simple and daring.

The only question, could it succeed? He

knew he must depend entirely on the

element of surprise. Sometimes concealed

by darkness, sometimes harshly revealed

by treacherous moonlight. McKenzie's

raiders pounded through the night.

The easiest way was not the shortest.

McKenzie wanted the shortest and the

fastest.

From here on, we travel with as little

noise as possible. Anything that rattles

stays behind. No bridles. Use the length

of rope you brought for hackamores.

Blacken your faces and your hands with

the boot polish. There's moonlight. All

right, let's go.

Take off them spurs, Tobber. You can

hear them a mile.

>> Park, you can leave that bugle behind.

We won't be needing you.

Then we're all ready, sir.

>> Very good, Lieutenant.

>> Goodbye, darling.

Each man knew he might not return. Yet

each man followed McKenzie with one

thought. Could they reach Ryan before he

was tortured to death? When McKenzie

reached the Rio Grand, the river had

changed. It was no longer an impossible

barrier blocking McKenzie and shielding

the enemy. He had waited a long time for

this night, March 17th, 1873,

when for the first time in history,

McKenzie's raiders crossed the Rio Grand

into Mexico.

Knowing that every second that passed

reduced his chances of finding Trooper

Ryan alive, McKenzie kept up the

grueling pace as he penetrated deeper

and deeper into foreign territory. There

would be no slowing down until he was

within striking distance.

There was little doubt that his attack

would hit with surprise, but it would

have to be total surprise. The slightest

warning would guarantee failure, the

loss of life to Ryan and his rescuers.

The enemy might be off guard, even

careless, but there would surely be

centuries. These could spell the

difference between possible success and

immediate catastrophe. There must be no

warning, no call for help, no alarm that

American troops were on Mexican soil.

If you don't hear an owl hoot in 3

minutes, you may assume that I'm that

I've been unsuccessful.

>> Yes, sir.

>> Then you're to take command.

>> Good luck, sir.

The lieutenant shouldn't have let the

old man go in there alone.

How long's it been now?

It's been 2 minutes and 35 seconds.

Maybe the old man ain't as surprised as

he thinks he is. Maybe he needs help.

Suddenly the fatigue was gone, the need

for silence gone. Only the big job was

left. The attack hit with savage

precision. McKenzie had picked his men

carefully. None faltered. Each had a job

to do. Each did it well. Ryan seemed to

be alive. At least they hadn't cut him

down.

McKenzie's first raid had hit and

succeeded. John Ryan had been rescued

and not a single trooper had been lost.

McKenzie had crossed the Rio Grand,

wiped out a murderous band of outlaws,

and there would be no report, no court

marshal. Not this time.

>> Ben, let the men know we may ride

together again sometime.

>> Yes, sir.

picking men were light so they wouldn't

tire the horses. He sure had this one

planned out.

>> Yeah, sabers are silent, he says.

>> Hey, Sarge. Boot polish and rope. That

McKenzie,

>> what'd I tell you about the old man?

They're good troops, Colonel. My

congratulations.

>> Thank you, sir.

>> By the way, Colonel, I hear that one of

your men captured by the Renegades made

his escape last night.

>> That's right, sir.

How'd the raid come off? Mike,

>> you must be mistaken, sir. Wasn't any

raid that I know of.

Tell me, Colonel, do you regularly wear

boot polish at morning review?

>> Not on your boots, Mac. On the back of

your neck.

McKenzie's raiders did ride again and

again, carrying out the secret orders of

the President of the United States. Do

whatever necessary to clean up the

Southwest. Make it a decent place for

people to live.

Ride with McKenzie's Raiders as they

relive the blazing pages of history in

the making.

Heat. Heat.

From the archives of the United States

Cavalry, the true stories of Colonel

Rand McKenzie and the cavalrymen he led.

McKenzie's raiders. his secret orders

from the president of the United States.

Clean up the Southwest. Make it a fit

place for Americans to live. Wipe out

the renegades, outlaws, and murderers.

If necessary, cross the Rio Grand,

knowing capture means hanging by the

enemy. Discovery Court Marshall by the

United States Army.

Early summer of 1873,

Texas country south and east of Fort

Clark, the lowlands of the Rio

Grand. Country terrorized by Monetu and

the renegade Shurikawa under his

command.

For 4 months, Monotu had been tracked by

Colonel Ranold McKenzie and members of

the fourth cavalry. Each time, the

Indian renegade had escaped to continue

plundering and killing.

With a handful of pick raiders, McKenzie

sought the renegade monotue in a land

which knew only the law of violence.

Colonel

Oh.

Let him lose. Charger.

He murdered the scouts to let me know

he's put a price on my head.

$500 dead or alive.

>> Monet.

>> Yeah, it's Monet. All right.

What the colonel's got now is a private

war for himself. Just him and Monetu.

I'm betting Monatu ain't very far.

Been in this territory a long time,

Lieutenant. The things about it I'll

never know for sure. But there's one

thing I do know for sure.

where you find Sorrow. Manu's been

there.

>> We'll get him.

>> But how long will it take, sir? The

colonel's had a $500 reward posted on

Manatu for the last 6 months now.

Nobody's given him to us, and we've

never found him. Now he's laughing at

us, putting $500 of his own on the

colonel's head.

>> Have the men mount up, Sergeant.

>> Back to the fort, sir. No to monetu.

them out.

Hello.

Lieutenant,

>> pretty good terrain if two are waiting

to ambush us, wouldn't she say?

>> Like a textbook.

Lieutenant, let's assume we're about to

be ambushed.

>> I'd say that was a pretty good

assumption, sir.

>> Honey, let's reverse it.

>> Yes, sir.

>> Take half the troop and circle through

that wash so they won't be seen. When we

ride into the ambush area, have them

attack from the flank. Maybe a waste of

ammunition. And then again, it may not

be. Let's find out.

>> All right, sir.

Heat.

Heat.

Yeah.

Heat.

Hold your fire. Hold your fire.

How do you feel, son? At ease. At ease

at ease.

>> Something to write home about, sir.

Four. Nothing much to write except

walking guard spitting and polishing.

You right-handed, trooper?

>> Yes, sir.

>> Well, somebody's got to write home about

what happened today, don't they?

>> I tell you what, when we get back to the

fort, you tell me what to write.

>> Yes, sir.

Sergeant,

>> we looked at all the dead. Colonel Monet

is not among them. Some tracks by the

Rio Bravo could be made off during the

skirmish.

>> Manu,

>> I'd say so.

Get my horse. I'm going after him.

>> Alone.

>> Get the troops back to the fort. There

isn't one of them that doesn't need

medical attention.

>> May I speak off the record, Colonel?

Very well.

>> Monet will lead you further away from

the fort.

>> And

>> they'll never make it back alive.

>> That could be, Lieutenant. What would

you do in my place?

>> All right. Get the troops back to the

fort.

>> Yes, sir.

>> Oh, Sergeant, that young trooper

Mitchell, sir.

>> I promise to write a letter for him when

we get back to the fort. You do it, will

you?

>> Yes, sir.

Prepared

to lay down his life to fulfill his

secret orders to clean up the southwest,

McKenzie moved out alone into Churikawa

country in relentless pursuit of the

enemy Monet.

Come on.

There we go.

Heat. Heat.

Okay.

I'm going to take you back.

43 mi southeast of Fort Clark, deep in

Churikawa country, two men, Colonel

Ranold McKenzie and the renegade

Churikawa Manitu, each bore or deep

hatred for the other. Each knew that one

must soon destroy the other.

water. Drink.

I waited.

I fed you water to learn a thing.

Why did you save my life?

>> You were helpless.

Would have been murdered to kill you

then.

>> Yet you would take me back to your fort

and execute me.

>> Yes,

>> I've seen your executions, McKenzie.

The man is propped up.

Ceremony.

A rag is put over his eyes. Drums,

prayers,

soldiers marching.

And the man is slaughtered.

This is what you had in mind for me?

>> Yes, I have the answer. That was a

riddle to me.

Now I leave you here to die.

By your own reasoning, I I would be less

a man than you if I were to lead you

here.

Nor would I murder a helpless man.

The bullet must come out.

Bite in here. Hide.

How long?

>> No matter. Try to stand, McKenzie.

>> Now we shall rise together

to your execution to my people in the

ceremony of deaths. We have.

You see, I saved your life for the same

reason you saved mine. We would not

execute a dying man no more than you

would. Go.

Then your death shall be here. And

more than that.

There's a price on both our heads. They

take your body into the fort, get the

bounty.

>> I prefer they took your body to the

Cherikawa.

We need each other

for the present.

We must go before they come up. There's

one path. Follow me.

>> June 2nd, 1873.

Five scavengers rode out of the hills to

collect a human bounty. Reward money for

McKenzie or Monet. Payable upon death.

push.

Yeah.

We'll drive the horses that way. Then

we'll go up there.

>> That won't fool them. They'll know we're

up there.

>> I want them to. Come on.

Get

out.

All

right.

Dawn, June 3rd, 1873.

Colonel Ronald McKenzie returned to Fort

Clark, carrying with him the dead body

of the Churikawa renegade Manatu.

But still it remained a land of the

violent, and no one knew when or where

they would rise up to plunder and

destroy. But when they did, standing

against them, a man, Colonel McKenzie,

ready to strike back with all the power

at his command.

McKenzie's raiders did ride again and

again, carrying out the secret orders of

the president of the United States. Do

whatever necessary to clean up the

Southwest. Make it a decent place for

people to live.

Ride with McKenzie's Raiders as they

relive the blazing pages of history in

the making.

Heat.

Heat.

From the archives of the United States

Cavalry, the true stories of Colonel

Reynold McKenzie and the cavalrymen he

led. McKenzie's raiders. His secret

orders from the President of the United

States. Clean up the Southwest. Make it

a fit place for Americans to live. Wipe

out the renegades, outlaws, and

murderers. If necessary, cross the Rio

Grand knowing capture means hanging by

the enemy. Discovery court marshal by

the United States Army.

The year 1873.

The place Fort Clark, Texas. A remote

military installation close to the

Mexican border. Its commanding officer,

Colonel Ronald McKenzie, fourth United

States Cavalry. His orders, clean up the

Southwest under any conditions.

McKenzie's control of the area depended

on his vital supply lines. They had to

be protected at all costs to ensure the

fourth cavalry's effectiveness as a

striking force.

May 1873.

Three convoys outbound from Fort Clark

had been totally destroyed. The loss of

both men and equipment was more than

Colonel McKenzie's illequipped command

could afford. A way had to be found to

combat this powerful unseen foe.

The last deserted stretch of bad land

before reaching the open plains that led

to the fort was called Killer's Notch.

It was in this area that the crippling

raids took place.

Get it.

Hurry it up.

Come on, let's go.

Come in.

Any report?

>> Now your word, sir. 2 hours overdue.

Detail assembled for search duty. Yes,

sir.

Tension

dead left. Help.

Did you check the men's weapons?

>> Yes, sir. Just like the other time, they

never got off an answering round.

>> There must have been 50 on the gang,

sir. All firing on the number to do

this.

Three convoys ambushed. Three armed

escorts wiped out to the last man. And I

>> All right, get the bodies back to the

fort. Yes, sir. Oh, Colonel.

>> It's Trooper Combmes, sir. He's still

alive.

>> Can he talk?

>> No, sir. If we don't get him docked up

fast.

>> All right. All right.

>> Get him back to the post as quickly as

possible. Let's concentrate on the

ambushers while there's still light.

Prepare the men to mount and search the

area.

>> Yes, sir.

>> Troopers, help.

Must be 50,000 beautiful dollars here.

Maybe more. We did it again. Craft, huh?

>> We

>> Well, you and your boys did the job.

Sure. But I told you about it, didn't I?

>> You'll get paid proper for it. How long

will it take this stuff to be broken

into small bills?

>> Oh, a month, maybe more.

>> Month?

>> Well, most of these are 50s and

hundreds. I have to send him to Chicago

and St. Louis to do the job. It'll take

time. McKenzie will be poking around.

>> You're nervous about Mackenzie Duke.

>> Well, he's smart. Don't underrate him.

Believe me.

>> Suppose he is. How's he going to tie us

into the deal?

>> Well, there were uh no survivors, huh?

>> No survivors. I personally saw to it.

Now, get this stuff counted and on its

way.

Only the approach of night halted

Colonel McKenzie and his men in their

grim search for the ambushers

the man sergeant.

>> Sir

easy.

>> What's the word on trooper crow?

>> He's still alive sir. Doctor's with him.

Corporal Nathan standing by.

to only talk. Tell us what happened.

Dispatch, I'm from Washington this

afternoon, sir. It's the answer to your

request for more troops.

Additional troopers not available at

this time.

I've lost 20 men in the last month. 20

men. All the bloody hard-fought gains

that this fort has made since it was

activated are being knocked into a

cocked hat. But there are no additional

troopers available at this time.

>> Sir, there are non-combatant troops

available. The dispatch says they'll

send you an agitant if you need one.

>> There are four men killed this

afternoon. They never knew what hit

them. They never had a chance. I don't

need non-combatant agitants to help me

prevent that happening again. I need

fighting men. Yes. Yes. Nathan, come in.

>> What about Trooper Chrome?

>> Trooper Chrome is dead, sir.

Did he uh

was he able to tell us anything?

>> No, sir. He never regained

consciousness.

>> All right, Corporal.

>> Yes, sir.

>> Have Sergeant Armbber tell off five

troopers for special duty.

>> Yes, sir. What kind of special duty?

>> Just tell them I said they may enjoy it.

Yes sir.

Tomorrow we're going to escort another

convoy through the notch. This time

we're going to be ready for an attack.

And I'm depending on you men to see to

it that we are attacked.

You're all at liberty until rely

tomorrow.

I want you to spend that liberty in

Bracketville.

Be friendly and loose tonged about our

mission. Talk to anybody who'll talk to

you. The facts of the mission are these.

The convoy will leave here at 10:00 a.m.

We'll go through Killer's Notch. We'll

be escorting the payroll for Fortrandle.

It's important, man.

I'm counting on you.

Sergeant teach

dismissed.

Ready the horses, Sergeant.

That reward notice ready. Yes.

Bracketville, the sinkhole of the

Southwest. a gathering place for all the

filth and evil of this desolate

frontier. By McKenzie's orders, it was

tolerated, for it sometimes was the

source of valuable information.

For months, McKenzie had suspected the

Bracketville General Store and its

owner, Duke Pharaoh, of dealing in more

than dry goods and hunting rifles. It

was the best place to begin.

>> This is probably the best model I've

got.

>> Good evening, Mr. Ferrell.

>> Good evening, Colonel.

My condolences on that terrible affair

in the Notch.

>> You heard about it?

>> Oh, yes. Uh, it's all over town.

>> Is it true?

>> Unfortunately, yes.

>> Oh, it's a nice rifle. The Sharps.

>> Yes. It's the very latest. It's a

beauty.

>> Where's the rear sight?

>> It's here.

>> Oh, assemble it for me, will you, Mr.

Perl?

>> Certain.

No survivors, huh?

>> One.

>> How fortunate, Colonel.

Better let me help you with that, Mr.

Pharaoh.

There you are, Mr. Frell. If you hear of

anything worth passing on, uh, let me

know, won't you?

>> Certainly, Colonel.

>> Oh, and by the way, you wouldn't mind if

I posted a notice in your store, would

you?

>> My pleasure, Colonel.

>> Thank you.

It's a reward for those bushwhackers I

was telling you about.

Sergeant,

after we pass that window, you keep

walking.

I tell you McKenzie knows one of his men

lived.

>> I told you I personally saw to it that

they were all finished off. He knows

nothing. He's fishing. I want you to get

some ammunition and lots of it.

>> Ammunition.

One of McKenzie's little boys in blue

was shooting his mouth off. There's

another shipment going through the notch

tomorrow morning.

>> You may be underrating him. This could

be a trap.

>> A trap? You forgot something, Duke. We

got the gatling gun and McKenzie don't

know it.

$1,000 reward for information leading to

the captured dead or alive of persons or

person who ambushed.

Nice easy way to earn $1,000. E Duke,

what are you talking about?

>> Comes to me. You're the only one besides

me and the boys who knows we got the gun

and where she's set up.

>> You wouldn't be tempted to turn us in

for a measly $1,000 reward, would you

do?

>> Me? Of course. Whoever was foolish

enough to do that, your corpse would be

worth $1,000 and that's all.

You get the idea, don't you? Now, get

that ammunition ready. My boys will be

picking it up.

On the morning of May 30th, 1873,

seven grim-faced troopers acting as

decoys waited for the command to esc

escort an empty transport wagon through

the notch.

McKenzie's plan was ready to be put into

action.

>> Come in,

Mr. Farrell, sir.

>> Ah, yes. Uh, Mr. tear out the chair.

>> Hey, the corporate said that uh you

needed my help and of course I

responded.

>> Well, I appreciate that, Mr. Pharaoh.

>> How may I be of service?

>> Uh that notice I posted in your store

last night, I thought by now you might

have some information for me.

>> Information? No, nothing at all.

Somehow, Colonel, I feel that you seem

to think

Uh, no. No, sir. Nothing. Nothing at

all.

>> Mhm.

That man that came into your store as I

was leaving, uh, who is he?

>> Man in my store? Oh, yes, I remember. It

was a customer. I'd never seen him

before.

>> Oh, complete stranger.

>> Yes, that's right. He was interested in

a in a Bowie knife and he looked at my

stock. Well, you seem to have a pretty

animated conversation with this stranger

after I left before you two disappeared

into the back room. Oh,

>> I think you must be mistaken, Colonel. I

I I I never

>> All right, Mr. Farrell. Come on. You're

coming with us. Where, too? Into the

notch. Into Killer's Notch. You, me, and

a handful of troopers.

Corporal.

Mr. Pharaoh will accompany us. Please

escort him to the convoy.

You're bluffing McKenzie.

>> After you, Mr. Ferrell,

>> there's no reason for this, Colonel. You

won't find anything in the notch.

>> I think we will. When we get close

enough to be in danger, I think we'll

find something.

Oh,

I am

Heat.

Heat.

Carbons at the ready. Sergeant march.

Carbon at the ready. March.

Colonel.

Colonel.

>> Colonel. That man last night. Crap. He's

waiting up there.

>> How many men are with him? How's he

armed?

>> I I don't know.

>> Where is he?

>> I don't know. Believe me, he could be

anywhere.

>> Where is he?

>> I don't know. They could go off at any

minute.

>> Turn back. I beg you.

Turn back. They've got a Gatling gun.

>> Gatling gun. I should have known. All

those men murdered without a chance to

defend themselves because they've got a

Gatling gun.

>> Where is it? Where's the gun?

>> I don't know. I swear.

>> Where is it?

>> I don't know.

>> All right, Mr. Pharaoh, perhaps we can

jog your faulty memory. Sergeant

Arburster.

>> Yes, sir. Put this man in uniform.

>> That's fine, boys. Now, fetch ammunition

and fetch plenty of it. This baby has a

large appetite.

I should imagine our gun imp placement

is somewhere in those hills.

Let's find out. Mr. Frell, you ride on

the wagon. Sergeant, right beside him

slowly, straight ahead. The rest of us

will go up in those rocks and see if we

can draw their fire.

>> Yes, sir. All right, Mr. Frell, back on

the wagon.

Come

on. Get out. Get him. Get him.

Two soldier boys and a nice fat wagon.

Get back.

>> Don't fire until I give the word. Not

before. Surprising. Surprising.

>> Corporal. I'm not a gambling man, but if

I were, I'd bet that that Gatling gun is

imp placed in those rocks up there. Yes,

sir. I'd bet that, too.

>> Well, if we're right, the limit of its

effective range should be just about

that first tree down there.

>> Yes, sir.

>> We'll charge and try and draw its fire.

We'll locate it that way. In no case are

the men to charge beyond that tree.

That's our deadline.

>> Yes, sir.

>> Detail. Prepare to charge.

>> It's a trick. Here they come.

What are you doing, Fireb? It's me,

Duke.

>> Just go down the hall and get some more

ammunition. Bring a Lee. Watch the ridge

just in case.

>> Trooper Howard.

>> Trooper Howard. Sir,

>> you're coming with me. Bring your bugle.

Corporal. See that tree in those rocks

up there?

>> Yes, sir.

>> That's where our gun employment will be.

Hard and I are going to work our way up

behind it. Try and draw its fire in the

opposite direction. I want covering fire

for that until we reach the bluffs.

Plenty of it. You got it?

>> Yes, sir.

>> Also, keep yourself in readiness to

charge that imp placement as soon as

we've drawn its fire in the opposite

direction. But don't charge until you

get a bugle signal.

>> Yes, sir.

>> All right. Let's start that covering

fire.

>> All right, men.

Howard.

Heat. Heat.

Get

really

I'll try and work around behind him. You

go that way, but keep low.

>> Yes, sir.

Okay.

Hey.

That's for my 20 men.

Come in.

Start from Washington, sir. Oh, read it.

Corporal.

>> In answer to your request, Gatling gun

was shipped to you the 14th of June

last. Have no acknowledgement of receipt

of same. Request receipt for our

records.

>> All right. You can answer.

>> Gatling gun in question had been stolen.

Located same. Engaged same. Captured

same. Round S. Mackenzie, fourth cavalry

commanding. Yes, sir. Oh, one other

thing, Corporal. Pass the word to

Lieutenant Taylor. Saber drill this

afternoon will be suspended.

Gatling gun drill instead.

>> Yes, sir.

McKenzie's raiders did ride again and

again, carrying out the secret orders of

the President of the United States. Do

whatever necessary to clean up the

Southwest. Make it a decent place for

people to live. Ride with McKenzie's

raiders as they relive the blazing pages

of history in the making.

Heat. Heat.

Heat. Heat.

From the archives of the United States

Cavalry, the true stories of Colonel

Randold McKenzie and the cavalrymen he

led. McKenzie's raiders. His secret

orders from the president of the United

States. Clean up the Southwest. Make it

a fit place for Americans to live. Wipe

out the renegades, outlaws, and

murderers. If necessary, cross the Rio

Grand, knowing capture means hanging by

the enemy. Discovery court marshal by

the United States Army

Texas country 1873

wild and lawless peace had been

established with some Indian tribes but

other Indians brooding over old wrongs

and goatated by evil White men were

still of the Stone Age, barbaric savages

who delighted in cruelty and wanted

destruction. For 2 months, Colonel Rand

McKenzie and his raiders had tried

desperately to catch a small, vicious

band of Indian killers. But the army was

prohibited by law from entering any

Indian reservation. Any blue coat who

did so was subject to heavy fine and

imprisonment. In principle, a good law

designed to keep the military out of

purely civilian matters. But it crippled

McKenzie's efforts to do his job. For

after each attack, the marauding Indians

would vanish behind the protection of

the reservation.

Sir.

>> Yes, trooper.

>> Some wagons.

I rode with them.

The Indians, attacked at Black Canyon,

killed everyone.

They took wagons,

horses.

>> Yes, son.

Just a kid

do a thing like that to a nice kid like

Bobby.

Left just enough life in him to get him

here.

Yes, Danfield. That would be their idea

of a joke.

>> Send us the news by our own dispatch

writer.

>> Should we go after you, sir?

>> No.

>> No. They'll be back in the reservation

by now, and Adam Beecher will enforce

the law. Keep us off the reservation.

>> Organize a burial here, and we'll find

the settlers.

>> Yes, sir.

As for man, his days are grass. As a

flower in the field, he flourisheth.

Wind passeth over the place, and it is

gone. The place thereof shall know it no

more.

>> Mount,

>> it's on your mind, Santo. Nothing, sir.

I I was just wondering if who was ever

going to be able to stop these killings.

>> We'll stop them. Not one way, then

another.

>> We'll be out on this patrol until

tomorrow afternoon. Have a man ride by

Los Rios. Tell Chief Whitecloud that I'd

like to meet him in my office tomorrow

afternoon.

>> Yes, sir.

>> All right. I want you to ride back and

forth across that grave. I don't want a

sign that it was ever there.

Welcome back, sir. What's going on, Ger?

Chief Whitecloud is waiting to see you.

He's in your office. Thanks.

McKenzie is honored that his friend,

Chief Whitecloud, accepted his

invitation.

>> How can it be otherwise between friends?

>> However, Chief Whitecloud, the occasion

is sad.

Indians tortured and killed one of my

men last night and wiped out two

immigrant families. The Braves were from

the reservation, men of your tribe,

Chief.

>> You cannot be sure of that, Colonel.

>> Where else could they come from? I tell

you nothing. Whoever they were is no

affair of mine.

I'm a chief in name only. My tribesmen

no longer heed my console. Even my own

son. I no longer can talk with my own

son.

>> Why not?

Who could come between a chief and his

son?

>> The matters between us. I tell you

nothing.

uh paragraph.

The uh the five bodies were all

unrecognizable. The scalps had been

taken from all of them. Now, strike

that. The scalps had been taken from all

but one of them.

This latest outrage brings the number of

murders in this territory to 33 in the

last 3 months. All directly traceable to

the Los Rios Indian Reservation Adam

Beecher agent.

>> Excuse me, sir.

>> Yeah,

>> there were 33 murders at the time of

your last complaint. The total now would

be 38.

>> Yeah, you're right.

Have you gotten your notes there of the

disposition of our last complaint?

>> I believe so. Just read it to me. Yes.

Referred to department commander

September 2nd. Referred to division

commander September 5. Referral to war

department September 9th. War department

refers to department of interior

September 12th. Referred to Indian

bureau September 17th. Reply from bureau

September 27th. Quote, "Mr. Adam

Beecher, agent of the Los Rios

Reservation, advises us that he has

thoroughly investigated your complaint

and finds it completely unjustified."

You ready to continue, sir?

>> Yeah, I suppose.

No,

no. Take a note to Adam Beecher instead.

Oh, and be sure the uh messenger is

instructed not to enter the reservation.

He must stop at the gates and hail

someone.

>> Yes, sir.

>> All right, Adam Beecher, Los Rios Indian

Reservation,

so forth.

My dear sir, before taking more drastic

action, I request the honor of a meeting

with you in my office at your earliest

convenience.

Your obedient servant, Ronald McKenzie,

fourth cavalry, commanding and so forth.

Get that off right away.

>> Yes, sir.

Brave Bear, son of Chief Whitecloud, the

leader of the Renegade Indians. For a

share of their loot, Agent Adam Beecher

made the reservation a sanctuary for the

criminal red men. Using his high office

for the lowest of purposes, graft,

robbery, and murder.

>> So it is, paint. And who do you make war

on? Some unarmed traveler, a defenseless

woman and her children.

>> Go your own way, old man, and let me go

mine.

>> There is need for talk between us, brave

bear. Take the time for it while there

is still time before the evil is too

great to mend.

>> I I cannot talk now. Perhaps tomorrow,

some other day.

>> No, we have already delayed too long. If

you do not talk now,

>> brave bear, I'm waiting for you.

Well, how'd it go? Let's take a look at

what we got.

There's a nice little ring. Too bad we

can't wear any of this stuff, huh, Ray

Bear? Oh, but we shouldn't kick none. So

long as I can take all this stuff down

to El Paso and get good money for it.

>> What do you want, White Cloud? Me and

your boy's pretty busy.

>> So I see a message for you from Colonel

McKenzie. A soldier brought it to the

gate.

>> That's mighty nice of you. You shouldn't

I don't exactly like being talked to

that way, Colonel. If you got any more

complaints, you put them in a letter and

send them to Washington. They'll know

what to do with them.

>> But they don't know what to do with you,

do they, Mr. Beer? Because they can't

believe that anyone could be so

despicable and still live.

>> I don't have to sit here and listen to

no brass button pipsqueak. Now, I'm

warning you, Mr. Beecher. There better

not be another one of those raids. Not

another one. Do you understand? Because

if there is, I'll hang you for it.

>> Oh, you will? Huh? How you going to do

it? You can't get no proof again. Me.

>> I'll get proof. Depend on it.

>> Now, please get out of here, Mr.

Beecher. You make me sick.

Sergeant. Yes, sir.

I want rotating patrols set up. Five men

in each unit. And each unit ready to

ride instantly at a moment's notice.

>> Yes, sir.

>> If you'll permit me to say so, sir. You

sure made that old skunk mad.

>> I intended to.

Get those patrols ready, Sergeant. We're

going to need one very soon.

>> Right away, sir. Thank you, sir.

>> Better come in here.

Less than 3 hours after Adam Beecher had

left McKenzie's office, the Indian

raiders struck again.

You all right,

It's

Yeah.

In a heartbreaking race, the Indian

raiders had beaten the patrol to the

reservation gates. Once again, McKenzie

was helpless.

>> Looks like you fellas been riding pretty

hard. You going somewhere or you just

out for the exercise? We want those

Indians, Mr. Beecher. Those killers that

just rode in this gate.

>> This gate? Ain't no engines come through

here.

>> I'd have seen them if they had.

>> Why you stinking

>> quiet?

You couldn't have seen them, Mr.

Beecher. You weren't here at the time.

>> Oh, that's where you're mistook,

Colonel. Yes, sir. You sure are. That's

a fact. Cuz I've been right here all

afternoon.

>> We caught them in the act of raiding a

settler's home. We followed them here. I

shot one of them.

>> Oh, Engine might hurt himself any number

of ways, Colonel. Ain't no way of

proving you done it.

>> It was a shoulder wound. I'm sure I

could pick him out.

>> Oh, you mean if I'd let you come in here

and take a look around, huh? Oh, I don't

think I could do that, Colonel. It's

again the law, you know. And I'm a

law-abiding citizen.

>> You stupid numskull.

This is all your fault. We'd have those

Indians if you'd obeyed my orders. Well,

I didn't do it.

>> Don't you talk back to me. Take him back

to the fort. Put him in the guard house.

I'll prefer charges against him

tomorrow.

>> Please, you you can't mean it, sir. I

got 20 years in this service.

>> You'll have 20 years more in prison

before I get through with you. I

guarantee it. Come on, let's go.

Come in.

>> Well, Sergeant, what have you got to say

to yourself?

>> Nothing, sir, except I'm sorry I've been

so much trouble to you.

>> H

should think you would be.

You're facing some pretty serious

charges. Disobedience, refusal to obey

an order. Why? I could hang you for

that. Do you realize it?

>> I'm afraid I do, sir.

>> Well, then act afraid, will you?

>> You did a pretty good job of fooling Mr.

Beecher this afternoon. Now, I want you

to do an even better job.

>> You mean

Yes, sir.

>> All right. You all set to escape from

that guard house?

>> Escape?

>> The sooner the better, sir. I don't like

being in that place, even on a makeelie

charge.

>> All right. You'll be out within an hour.

Just as soon as I can make some

necessary arrangements.

>> Yes, sir.

>> Now, the guards will let you escape. The

sentry will let you slip through the

gate. There'll be a horse tied outside.

I want you to get on that horse and make

for that Indian reservation just as fast

as he can carry you. Don't stop when you

get to the gate.

>> I understand, sir. You won't be able to

stop anyway because there'll be a band

of troopers chasing you. Now, you're a

very much wanted man. You need money to

make good your escape. Beer represents

your only chance of getting any money.

So, you're to pedal a story to him that

there have been so many raids on convoys

in this territory lately that McKenzie

is shipping in some valuable

merchandise. Three civilians will be

carrying it. You think you can make him

believe that?

>> I'm sure I can, sir. Just let me try.

>> All right, I will. Stanfield,

come here. Come here.

>> You know where Dancing Rock is?

>> Yes, sir. Just below it, there's a dry

gulch. That's where the three civilians

will be camped. It's a logical place.

But I've chosen it for another reason.

It's a culde-sac.

I want those Indians alive, every one of

them. And that dry gulch is the one

place where I'm sure I can do it.

>> Yes, sir.

How's that for easy pickings? 10 $15,000

worth of first class trade goods and all

you got to do is grab it. It

>> sounds good.

But so did that settller's cabin you

told us about.

>> Oh, now why bring that up? You don't

think I tried to get you caught?

>> Why would I think that? Why would you

want to get us caught?

>> Oh, now look, brave bear. This stuff's

just sitting there. All that stuff is

sitting there waiting to be took. All

that good merchandise. I got it straight

from that runaway soldier.

>> This soldier with McKenzie after him.

Why did he leave here?

>> Well, he had to. Peter stuck around

here. Mackenzie would have got a court

order out for him. He could be working

with McKenzie, laying a trap for us.

>> What do you take me for? You think I

ain't got no sense? Don't you think I'd

know if it was a trap?

What's the matter, you youngster?

Has your old man been riding you again?

You just send him to me and I'll

straighten him out fat.

>> You will not hurt my father.

>> Oh, I I didn't mean that. I mean, I'll

just explain it to him, you know, like I

did to you. Show him how what you're

doing is helping his own people.

It's the truth, Brave Bear.

If you go on working like you are, these

white settlers are going to have to pull

up stakes and clear out.

>> I would like to believe that.

But

>> well, you have to believe it. It's the

only thing that makes sense. Now, what

do you say? You're not going to pass up

a juicy job like this, are you? I

cannot be sure.

Right there. Drop your weapons. All of

you drop them. I said troopers.

All right. Bring them out.

It was my father who told you. He must

have.

>> A father speak against his own son. You

know better than that, brave bear.

>> But do you know who I was? You could not

see in the darkness. Yet you called me

by name.

>> Perhaps I can see in the dark. Or

perhaps it was a good guess. After all,

who but a chief's son?

>> No. No, you lie. Suppose a certain

person felt you were getting yourself

into a mess and were going to drag him

in with you. He'd want you dead,

wouldn't he? And suppose that he could

get a message to me in such a way that I

wouldn't know who he was.

>> You tried to trick me. He He would not.

>> All right. All right, brave bear. You

have it your way. If you want to hang

and see all your friends hung while the

man who sent you to the gallows goes

free.

All secure in there.

>> All secure, Colonel.

>> All right. Signal the men down from the

cliffs.

>> Right away, sir.

>> Let him go. He's doing exactly what I

want him to.

Come on.

McKenzie's secret orders from the

president of the United States. Clean up

the Southwest. Do whatever you think is

necessary to bring peace to the area. On

the night of June 5th, 1873, McKenzie

obeyed his orders and broke all law and

precedent. He entered the Indian

reservation at Los Rios.

>> What are you doing here? I didn't expect

you for a long time yet. I know what you

expected. That I would be killed.

>> What kind of talk is that?

>> Oh, now now wait a minute. What's the

matter with you? Look, I I I'm your

friend. Haven't I planned all your jobs

for you? Haven't I covered up for you?

>> Go on, Beecher. And when you can no

longer use me, what do you do then?

You sent me into a trap. I'm going to

hang. But before I do,

>> hang Gray Bear. He'll hang with you.

He's admitted more than enough.

The gun you stole from me is empty,

Brave Bear.

Might as well give it to me.

Your father will pass judgment on you,

Brave Bear.

>> Colonel,

you all right? McKenzie.

Sure hope it didn't hurt you.

Kind of lost my head for a minute,

but I sure didn't mean to hurt you.

None.

You hear that, Mackenzie?

I I done throw my gun away.

Me? I

I know when I'm lit.

I ain't got a speck of fight left in me.

I'm going to give myself up.

I'm going to take my punishment.

Say something, McKenzie.

Make a noise of some kind. So,

I know you're all right.

Drop that gun, Mr. Be.

>> All right,

let's go. We've got a date with a

hangman. Well, let's let's talk this

over.

I got lots of money. I can stack enough

money up, but you can't even see over

it. Mr.

>> Peter.

>> Yeah. Well,

>> you've never lived like a man. It's too

late to do anything about that. Let's

see if you can die like one.

With the passing of Adam Beecher, the

Indians of Los Rios Reservation lived in

peace with the white man. But the wild,

lawless area continued to exist. Against

it, one dedicated man, Colonel Ran

McKenzie.

>> Sergeant,

you know, when that detail wrote in from

Dancing Rock last night, they were a

pretty slack looking outfit. Dusty gear,

sloppy uniforms, unsoldierly bearings.

Some of them were even smiling. I want

them sharpened up. You understand?

>> Yes, sir. I'll see they smart enough.

>> You do that. And just to make sure they

remember, give them two hours of close

order drill.

>> Yes, sir.

>> Oh, and Sergeant.

>> Yes, sir.

>> When they finish that drill.

>> Yes, sir.

>> Give them the rest of the week off.

McKenzie's raiders did ride again and

again, carrying out the secret orders of

the president of the United States. Do

whatever necessary to clean up the

Southwest. Make it a decent place for

people to live. Ride with McKenzie's

raiders as they relive the blazing pages

of history in the making.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.