All language subtitles for Mackenzies Raiders ( TV Series 1958–1959 ) CÔR 4k comp2 06 ep. 21 a 24 English

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.

West Texas, 1875.

Although many Indian nations had made

peace with the settlers, the Apaches

still sought revenge from those who had

invaded their land. Billy Stone fought

valiantly for his life.

He was scalped.

While your men were lally gagging around

this fort, my son was scalped. I've

heard enough.

I'm sorry about what happened to Billy.

>> You're sorry.

>> But you know what I'm up against. And

you know the Apaches. You've been in

this country 30 years. You ought to know

them. There just aren't enough men to

patrol this whole territory. We do the

best we can.

As for my men lolly gagging around, as

you put it, they're on duty 16 hours a

day. I've got 1,500 square miles to

patrol. 1,500 square miles. I've got

reports of Apache raids here and here

and here at Bitter Creek and then again

up here at Stanton's crossing 400 miles

away. I can't do the impossible. The

fact remains my son is dead. You're the

army. What are you going to do about it?

>> Rich. Rich. There's nothing I can do

about it. By now, those Apaches are a

100 miles away.

>> I'm not talking about just those

Apaches. I'm talking about every

mother's son of them. I've spent over

half my life fighting them. They killed

my two sons. They killed

They killed the woman who bore them.

I've built up the biggest spread in the

entire state of Texas. For what? For the

dust of my family. Well, they haven't

killed me yet. Oh, they've tried. But

before they do, I'll avenge Billy and

the others a hundred times over.

Takes time, Rich. Time and men. Please

give me the time,

>> Ronald.

We've been friends ever since you took

over at this point. I'm sorry for what I

said.

>> I understand, Rich. I understand.

>> I don't think you do.

You said it takes time and men, but you

forgot one other thing. Money. Well, I

don't know how much time I've got. But

I've got plenty of money.

>> What are you getting at? I won't arrest

easy and neither will my kin until we

even the score with those savages.

>> I never saw so much of nothing in my

whole life, Colonel.

>> A dozen Apaches could be right under our

noses.

>> Yeah, no doubt they're sneaky.

Reckon we'll ever see the last of them.

>> Wonder how often they've asked that

question about us.

>> Colonel

Patches over there.

>> No, it's a Comanche hunting party.

>> Well, I can't say I'm sorry. I wish all

Indians were as peaceable as they are.

>> I can remember when they weren't so

peaceable. So can you, Sergeant?

>> I sure can. Reckon they'll find any game

over there.

>> YOU TAKE CARE OF THEM TWO. I'LL GET THE

OTHER ONE.

WELL, IF THEY GOT A DEER, I'LL GIVE THEM

my shirt for a nice hunk of that

venison.

>> You're getting sick of fat back and

beans?

>> Just about like you, Colonel?

Here,

follow me at a GALLOP

CAV. Don't worry. LET'S GET OUT OF HERE.

NO. COME ON.

>> SCOUT.

>> Another tribe.

>> No Indian did this. know who this is?

>> Standing Elk's nephew.

>> Yeah, but why?

>> I don't know.

Let's find out.

They're

headed east.

Tracks leading to Richard Stone's

rangeand. Maybe Stone or one of his men

saw him. Might know who they are.

>> Maybe.

Every time I come this way, I like to

stop and just look at it.

>> Stone may have paid too high a price for

it.

>> Yeah, I reckon you're right. But with

the Indian scalp and his son last month,

on top of everything else,

she was a remarkable woman, Ronald.

I wish you could have known her. You'd

have liked her. I'm sure I would have.

I never remarried.

She begged me to when she was dying, but

there was never another one like her.

>> Oh, can I offer you something?

>> Uh, no, thank you.

>> Well, uh, what are you doing out here?

>> Right to the point, Rich.

Who were they?

>> Who were they?

>> Which one of your hands did it?

>> I'm sorry. I don't know what you're

talking about. I followed two sets of

tracks from Medicine Rocks to your

ranchyard.

>> Yes.

>> Three Comanche braves, one of them

standing elks nephew, were ambushed and

murdered at Medicine Rocks.

>> Comanches?

>> That's right. Yampampa Comanches.

Peaceful for almost a year.

>> How do you know it wasn't Apaches that

killed them?

>> You know it wasn't Apaches.

>> How would I know?

>> I'll spell it out for you.

A month ago, you were in my office

swearing revenge against all Apaches for

their murder of your son, Billy. You

said it would take the one thing you

had, money.

I say you hired scalp hunters, rich

only. They made a mistake or else they

didn't care whose hair they lifted as

long as it was Indian. All right. All

right. I did hire them. But you want the

Apaches dead as much as I do. And it's

your job to kill them. I hired men to do

what your troopers weren't doing and to

repay those savages for what they've

done to me.

>> Now, you let me tell you this, Rich. I

don't want the Apaches dead. I want them

at peace. And it's not my job to kill

them. It's my job to make them our

friends. It's men like you as well as

the Indians who keep this fighting

alive. And as for your precious revenge,

how are you going to feel when, because

of your stupidity, this entire community

is attacked by a here to for peaceful

tribe?

Your friends will be killed, your

neighbors. Just like your wife and your

two sons were killed.

>> All right, Ronald.

I tried to face you down, but I can't.

They made a mistake. You're right. Those

men didn't care whose scalp they lifted.

I hired the wrong men. But I promise you

this. I'll find them and I'll take them

before Standing Elk myself. We'll all

face them. That ought to keep him from

making war.

>> Who are these men you hired?

>> Strobble and Cobb.

Strobble. Of all the scum and bracket

bill, he's the lowest.

Where were they headed when they left

here?

>> Said they were going to Mexico.

>> Where in Mexico?

>> I don't know. But what difference does

it make? You couldn't go after them.

You're right about one thing, Rich.

You are going to face Standing Elk

when I sent for you to come to my

office. Understood?

Understood?

Sergeant,

take the men back to the fort. Oh, and

Sergeant, contact Han in Bracketville.

Having come to my quarters after dark

tonight,

>> sir.

>> After I talk with Chief Standing Elk,

and if Han can answer a few questions,

you and I may be taking a little trip.

>> Yes, sir. Troopers, form on me.

The drums mourn for our dead hunters.

>> I have come to mourn with them, standing

elk, and with you.

>> Why have the Apaches killed my nephew

and the others?

We have done them no harm.

>> Chief Standing Elk,

they were not killed by the Apaches.

Your straight tongue has saved your life

for a time. McKenzie Colonel

before he died of a bullet in his back.

Little bear crawled to the village and

told of the ambush by the men called

Strobble and Cobb. I've come to promise

you that those men will be punished.

>> That must be in 3 days. Unless they are

punished, Blackhand, the wararchief, has

promised many scalps of your people.

>> But in 3 days, I can't.

>> I am only medicine chief. In peace, my

people listen to me. Now it is the

wararchief they turn to. For peace has

been broken.

You can't give me more than 3 days.

>> If I could, I would not.

>> Three days. McKenzie Colonel.

One of the most closely guarded secrets

at Fort Clark, Texas in the middle and

late '7s was the existence of an army

within an army. The raiders, handpicked

men for handpicked assignments.

Just as closely guarded a secret was the

existence of a select group of men who

funneled information to McKenzie

regarding the movements of the lawless

elements in and around Brackettville.

One such man was Frank Han. Exactly the

kind of an offer Strobble would jump at.

>> To stop the Comanches from making war,

I've got three days.

>> Are you sure he's in Mexico? The

>> only thing I'm sure of is that if you

don't find exactly where he is, we've

wasted a lot of years of fighting and

dying.

>> One thing, if he is in Mexico, it'll be

somewhere in the hills. He's got a

reward on his head down there. He'd

never go into a village.

>> All right.

Comanche's given me 3 days. You know how

much time that gives you.

>> Yes, sir.

>> Just one thing.

Be careful. Get all the information you

can, but don't let anybody in

Bracketville know what you're doing. I

don't want you to end up with a knife in

your back.

>> I'm not anxious for that myself,

Colonel. I'll do what I can.

>> Good luck.

Yes, come in.

>> Yes, Sergeant. Helioraph report from

Lieutenant Donahghue, sir.

>> Read it, please. Relayed from Chhatner

lookout station. Report large movement

Kamachi south for instructions made no

contact. Sign Lieutenant Jay Donahghue.

Blackhand has gotten in touch with

Aquatis already, but we can't move till

we hear from Han. Where is Han?

>> Because of one rancher's stupid mistake,

we face 2,000 Commences with 200 men.

All right, Sergeant, put the entire fort

in emergency status.

>> Yes, sir.

>> That's all.

Second, the Colonel's pardon. This man

started a riot in town with some of our

soldiers returning to the fort. Well,

Sergeant, have the men wait outside.

I'll let them know when I need them. You

please remain.

It was the only way I could get here. My

questions make some people nervous.

>> Yeah,

>> I know. I know. What about their

answers?

>> You know where Canal Canyon is?

>> In the foothills of the Candelaras,

>> right? It's southwest of the crossing at

San Crystal. Just past the mouth of the

canyon is a small cabin. It's where

Strobble goes when he wants to

disappear.

I think we can find that.

I wish there was something more than

thanks I could give you for what you do.

>> It's not often you get even that for

what you're doing.

>> Guard,

I want this man put in solitary for 3

days. And I want the men to pass the

word what happens to people in

Brackettville who don't respect the

uniform of a United States trooper.

That's all.

Sergeant,

you and I are riding toward the real

ground with a full patrol.

>> A full patrol, sir.

>> Right. Those Mexican Federalis have been

getting a little too suspicious of me

lately.

>> Yes, sir. It was too close for comfort

the last time we crossed the river. M

the full patrol is to ride along

parallel to the Rio Grand on the United

States side as though looking for a

place to cross into Mexico. I hope this

will bring the Mexican centuries along

with them. In the meantime, you and I

will be waiting 2 miles upstream,

waiting for a chance to slip into

Mexico.

>> Just the two of us, sir.

>> I don't relish it any more than you do,

Sergeant.

>> Leaving immediately, sir?

>> No.

No. Well, let's wait until daybreak.

That way, there'll be more likelihood

that we'll be seen.

>> Yes, sir.

Under secret orders, the two men rode

south and west toward the Rio Grand.

Many times Colonel McKenzie and his

raiders had entered Mexico in pursuit of

marauders and Apaches. And each time it

was with the knowledge it could be the

last. International law forbad

trespassing by the American cavalry.

Once beyond the Rio Grand caution became

the byword, but time dictated haste.

Little more than 24 hours remained

before Blackhand's Comanches would make

war.

>> Morgan said the cabin was just in the

mouth of that canyon.

Let's tether the horses here and going

in on foot.

They get you, Sergeant.

>> Just my leg, Colonel.

>> Cover the one I hit. Don't shoot until I

tell you.

>> McKenzie,

IT WAS BAD TIMING. COME ON OUT, COLONEL.

I'll ask you one more time and Cobb will

shoot your man.

>> Sergeant, he's got me caught on picket,

sir.

Now, McKenzie,

throw your gun down.

Colonel,

for a moment, I THOUGHT YOU BROUGHT YOUR

TROOPERS WITH YOU.

HOW MUCH OF your ammunition did you put

in the stove?

McKenzie,

all this firing.

A federalist patrol might hear it. You

wouldn't want the Mexican army to catch

you DOWN HERE, WOULD YOU?

>> NO MORE THAN YOU WOULD, STROBO.

>> OH, you you know about the price of my

head.

>> I do.

>> All right. It's a standoff then. We both

can't afford to get caught.

I'll make a bargain with you.

>> You're going back with me, Strobo, to

stop a Comanche war.

>> Why don't you take Cobb's body? You can

tell them he's the one. No one would

know the difference.

>> All right, drop the gun. I've got one

bullet left.

Standing Elk has seen with his own eyes

that McKenzie Colonel has kept his word.

>> It is not the custom of our people to

put wrongdoers behind bars. We have

simpler methods.

Uh, yes, I know the customs of our

people differ, chief, but justice is

served in both cases.

I must say, you had me a little worried,

though, with your 3-day ultimatum

because of McKenzie Colonel's straight

tongue. If necessary, Standing Elk could

have given him three and a half.

McKenzie's raiders rode 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 Marshall by

the United States Army.

Summer 1873,

the road between Brackettville and Fort

Clark. Though Colonel McKenzie's fourth

cavalry had brought peace to much of

this area, there were still men

dedicated to restoring the frontier to

violence. One such man was an American

expatriot known by the Spanish name El

Halone, the hawk.

Beyond being a plunderer, Halone was

driven by the need for a special kind of

revenge. Each man in the uniform of the

fourth cavalry was his enemy. His deadly

enemy to be destroyed without mercy or

cause. Let's leave these two be, Halen.

We got a lot of other things to take

care of today. They're soldiers, aren't

they?

>> And I say what we do. Cut them off.

Go ahead. Good.

HELP.

Every soldier he can get his hands on is

dead.

Six in less than a month. What's he

trying to do? He can't kill off the

whole regiment.

>> He's got enough hatred in him to try. He

was in the army once himself.

>> Halen?

>> Long time ago. Long before he called

himself Hawan.

He and the army didn't get along very

well. He was playing Corporal Charles

Baron then.

Now he's trying to get even.

>> I wonder who with

>> me.

I court marshaled him.

Sergeant Welds.

>> Yes, sir.

>> Cut those men down. Then we're going

back to Fort Clark.

>> Yes, sir.

Lieutenant, please organize a grave

detail, then have the sergeant dismiss

the men. Yes, sir.

It is.

>> Oh, Brian,

tell Sergeant Wells I want to see him as

soon as he comes in.

Come in.

>> Shall I make out an incident report,

sir?

>> Oh, Sergeant, I'll do it.

>> Oh, Sergeant.

>> Yes, sir.

>> How are the men taking it? I mean, about

Smith and Peterson being

>> Well, they're kind of jumpy, sir. I

don't think there'll be any complaints

about passes being cancelled. I heard

one of the troopers say this morning

that he wished the colonel would cancel

all passes so he wouldn't be tempted to

go to town and end up getting himself

killed.

We got to stop this, Sergeant.

I don't want any of my men going over

the hill just because of some revenge

hungry exs soldier.

>> Well, Halen was in Bracketville last

night, sir.

>> We keep learning these things too late

to do us any good. What brought him to

Bracketville?

>> Oh, he got after some new people in

town. He would have killed him if the

neighbors hadn't come out with guns.

>> He's never gone after civilians before.

>> Well, he did last night.

>> All right.

All right, Sergeant. Let's go.

>> Where?

>> Bracketville. I want to know why Halen

picked on these particular civilians.

Come on.

I'm Jack Taylor.

>> Oh, how do you do? Colonel McKenzie.

This is Sergeant Wells.

>> Howdy. Uh, boy tells me you want to talk

about what happened last night.

>> Yes. I'd like to talk to you and to your

wife.

>> Well, uh, she'll be right out. She's

been resting all day. Sit down,

gentlemen, please. Thank you,

>> Sergeant.

Well, I understand you and your wife are

newcomers to Bracketville.

>> Yes, sir. We moved here from San Anton

about a week ago. I'm opening a new

store. I own one in San Anton and one in

Austin.

>> Sound like a prosperous man, Mr. Taylor.

>> I'm a fortunate man. Colonel

John. Uh John, would you mind stepping

outside while your mother and I talk

with these gentlemen? Why,

>> John? Please do as your father says,

dear.

>> Mary, uh, this is Colonel McKenzie and,

uh, Sergeant

>> Well, Sergeant Well,

>> how do you do?

>> What can we do for you, Colonel

McKenzie?

>> Well, Mrs. Taylor, I I understand that,

uh, you people were attacked last night

by one Charles Baron. It's the first

time I've known him to attack civilians.

He robs them, yes, but this is the first

time I've known him to attack them. I

wondered if there was some particular

reason why.

>> Why? Uh, Colonel Mackenzie, I'm afraid I

couldn't say why this man.

>> We may as well tell it, Jack. We're

going to need protection. Colonel

McKenzie.

I just married Mr. Taylor a year ago. I

was married before

to Charles Baron.

John is his son.

>> Baron's decided he wants the boy back.

He'd lost track of us. You see, I left

Charles over six years ago, but then we

came here and he he found us again

>> last night. He came for the boy.

>> If if John hadn't been staying the night

with a friend, I I'd have lost my son.

>> And we wouldn't tell him where he could

find the boy.

Well, you can see what he did.

>> He'd have killed us if some of our

neighbors hadn't helped us.

He hates us, Colonel McKenzie, and he's

a man of deep hates. I wouldn't go with

him. You see, 6 years ago when he broke

out of prison and went to live across

the border, I wouldn't go with him. I

wouldn't do it.

>> And last night's the first time you've

seen him since then.

>> The first time. But it won't be the

last. I'm sure of that.

>> He'll be back for the boy. He said so.

>> And he won't stop at anything to get

what he wants. I can tell you that.

>> Yes. I uh I know Charles Baron, Mrs.

Taylor. I know the kind of man he is.

We've decided the best thing for us to

do is leave this town on the next stage.

I'll send someone else to open the new

store.

>> But but between now and then, we need

protection or he'll take my boy across

the Rio Grand and I'll never see him

again. He'll turn John into an outlaw

just like he is himself.

Will you help us, Colonel McKenzie?

>> Mrs. Taylor,

perhaps we can help each other. Now, I

can't put a guard on this house around

the clock. In the first place, I haven't

manpower enough for that. And in the

second place, even if I did, it would

probably only serve to keep Baron away.

However, I do think it would be a good

idea if you and Mr. Taylor and your son

would come to the fort

>> to stay.

>> No, just until the next stage. Just

until this Charles Baron, this Halen, as

he likes to call himself, makes his next

move.

>> Well, I I can't think of a safer place.

>> Mrs. Taylor, if you'll just get some

things together, we'll drive you out to

the fort right now.

>> I'll be as quick as I can. Excuse me.

>> Well, this is very kind of you, Colonel.

>> I'm hoping we'll both profit from this,

Mr. Taylor.

>> We'll be with you directly.

>> Mary,

Mary,

They ain't here. They must have to pour

out after last night. Mary,

IF WE KEEP HANGING around here, we're

going to be in a lot of trouble. Set

fire to it.

Who are you?

What do you want?

>> I want to know where the tailor are.

>> Hey,

I don't know. I

Now, do you want me to have to ask your

wife and kids?

>> They don't know.

Where are they? Come on, tell me. the

fort. They went out to Fort Clark. Some

soldiers were here.

>> I ought to kill you.

Trying to get that done.

Now, if my son comes back here,

you give him that knife

and you tell him I'm waiting for him.

And you tell his mother that if she's

smart, she'll send him to me

and I won't have to come back.

Thought I told you to burn the pallet.

>> Crazy.

>> Look, the whole town's going to be down

on us for this.

>> Told you to burn the place.

Hi, John. How you doing?

>> You're a little shy, aren't you? I

haven't seen you talking to anybody.

>> I'm not shy.

>> You know, I have a boy. Of course, he's

not as big as you. He's back in New

Orleans with my wife,

and I tell you, I miss him. Keep away

from me. I hate soldiers. While Paw

hates him, and so do I.

>> Just because he does something, there's

no reason you have to. You ought to take

after your new paw instead of after.

>> He ain't my paw. Jack Taylor ain't my

paw. I'm Charles Baron's son. And he's

coming to get me. And no soldiers can

stop him. Cuz he's smarter and braver

than any soldier.

>> He's a murderer and a thief, John.

>> And you're scared of him. You're scared

he's going to kill you.

Well, he is. He's coming to get me so I

can join him. And he's going to kill all

of you.

The Taylor family was now under the

protection of the fort. But there was

one thing McKenzie hadn't planned on.

One thing that made the big difference

when Halone made his move, and that was

the attitude of John Baron, the boy

supposedly seeking protection at Fort

Clark. In this connection, Colonel

McKenzie was destined to regret his hope

that El Halone would take action.

We just found him, sir.

>> And I said I hoped Halcon would make a

move.

>> Take charge, Sergeant.

>> Yes, sir. Ask the tailor to come to my

office.

>> Yes, sir.

Colonel McKenzie, you've got to do

something.

Mr. Taylor,

one of my men is lying out there dead

right at this moment. He's not the first

man of mine that Hulcon has killed. I

know I've got to do something.

>> I'm sorry, Mrs. T.

Now, perhaps you can help us. Perhaps

you can tell me as simply as you can and

as calmly as you can just what happened.

When did you first miss your son?

>> Not until Sergeant Wells woke us up.

They found that soldier out there and

they knew Charles had been here.

John didn't come in with Jack and me

when we went to bed last night. He

stayed outside. I guess he never did

come in because

his bed wasn't even slept in. kidnapped

right here in an army fort.

>> Mr. Taylor,

my man is dead because he wasn't alert.

>> But the boy is gone because he wanted to

go with his father. That's hardly

kidnapping.

>> I didn't see any reason to tell you that

he admired his father that much. I

didn't think it would matter.

>> Of course not.

>> We tried to teach John better, but we

got so we never talked about it because

it hurt Jack so much.

>> I know. The boy thought his father was

some kind of a hero.

>> All right, Mrs. Taylor. I'll get your

boy back

and at the same time I'll get Halan.

19 men volunteered, sir. I chose these.

Thank you, Lieutenant. Thank you, man.

At ease.

Oh. Uh, this is Senior Torres.

Tonight, men, we go after Halen.

All

right, gather around.

I've had Senator Torres scout the other

side of the river for us.

He tells me that Halcon's camp is just

about here. He also tells me he's got

eight men with him in camp. That means

we'll be somewhat outnumbered. However,

we have supplies on our side and we have

an organized plan. Now, Lieutenant. Yes,

sir. We'll cross the river just about.

McKenzie and his raiders proceeded to a

point about a mile above Halone's camp.

Once in position, the raiders made

preparations to infiltrate the camp.

Having located the hideout at the top of

a ravine, McKenzie and his men made

their approach. The plan was simple.

Remove the perimeter guard, then strike

for Halone himself.

B

soldiers,

let's get out of here.

Ride with me.

>> Cover me.

Heat. Heat.

Get him.

All

right, get up.

>> Go ahead.

Kill me.

Not a chance.

You're going back where you were 6 years

ago.

All right, on your feet.

John,

how are you? Are you all right?

>> He left me.

John's a good boy, Mrs. Taylor. I think

everything's going to be all right now.

>> Oh, I know it will, Colonel. And someday

John will know it, too.

>> John?

John? The man who kills and then runs

away, isn't the brave man. The brave man

is the man who fights when he has to and

fights to the end.

like like those soldiers did for you

last night.

>> Uh, Lieutenant, take charge of the

prisoner and then dismiss.

>> Yes, sir.

>> Sergeant Wells,

>> tell the men that passes are available

again as of now.

>> Yes, sir.

McKenzie's raiders rode 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

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 marshal by

the United States Army.

March 13th, 1874.

Mexico, sanctuary for those who would

destroy and run. A sanctuary protected

by endless miles of trackless waste.

Protected too by the laws of decent men

which held a country's border inviable.

>> No, something's wrong. He's not getting

us. Try him again.

>> For weeks, Colonel McKenzie had sought

the stronghold of the brothers. It had

been found buried deep in the Palos

Negro's range.

>> Wait a minute. See that Sarro cactus up

there? He's above it and to the right.

Sight him in.

>> I got him, sir.

>> There he is. He's got us. They were

three desperate, driven men known only

as the brothers. No other name was

necessary.

In the border region, this name came to

mean terror to all but one man, Colonel

Reynolds Slidell McKenzie.

>> Brothers returned last night to Gonzalez

cabin. No fresh horses there. They can't

move for two days.

>> Two days

at last.

All right, Sergeant, acknowledge the

word count and tell Tower the Raiders

will round to with him at Carbon Canyon

an hour before sunset.

Excuse

me, sir.

>> Yes, Lieutenant. I was just going to

send for you. There's Tower's report.

>> You've waited a long time for this.

>> You glad I have.

>> How you going to get them to come out?

>> I'm not. I'm going in after them.

>> The Palace Negro's range. That's Jerkawa

country.

>> That's right, Lieutenant. Nobody but the

brothers would dare hole up in such such

murderous country. Nevertheless, we've

got to chance it.

Now we're going to move immediately.

Alert the raiders. Full gear. Check with

Jackson. If his hands well enough, I

want him with us.

>> Yes, sir.

>> Oh, Colonel. There's a Horus Winship

outside to see you.

>> Horus Winship?

So, he finally got here, huh?

Why the devil couldn't he stay in

Washington where he belongs?

>> Sir, Horus Winship is a reporter with

the Washington Tribune. He's a

troublemaker. His two main targets are

the Rio Grand Area and the military

mind, as he chooses to call it. He's

sure the two of them in combination are

going to get us into a war with Mexico.

>> Shall I still post the raider, sir?

>> Yes, immediately.

I'll have to take care of Mr. Windship.

Send him in, Lieutenant. Yes, sir.

>> Good of you to see me, Colonel McKenzie.

>> My pleasure, Mr. Minship. Won't you sit

down, sir?

>> Thank you.

>> Well, how can I be of service, sir?

>> You can tell me how I can find a bath in

this godforsaken country. Forgive me,

Colonel, but the so-called road I've

been traveling is the closest thing to a

dust storm I know of.

>> Yes, dust in the summer and mud in the

winter. But you did get here and all in

one piece. That's the important thing.

Two years ago, Mr. Winship, that

wouldn't have been possible.

Uh, what brings you here, sir?

Shall we say local color? Colonel, my

readers have an intense interest in this

part of the country.

>> Now, surely you haven't traveled 2,000

miles for local color.

>> Perhaps.

Tell me, Colonel, how are conditions in

this area?

>> You know, I'd appreciate it if you'd

speak plainly what's on your mind.

>> Sir,

>> you are this Horus Winship, are you not?

The papers get to Fort Clark late, but

they do get here. You seem to have made

up your mind already about this area.

>> All right, Colonel.

I've been attending hearings of the

Border Commission in Washington. I have

reason to believe that the situation is

becoming critical down here. I'd like to

talk to you about the border.

>> The border, Mr. Winship, is 18 miles

from here, due southwest.

>> Well, that's very valuable information.

I would imagine that proximity uh

complicates the job you're trying to do

here.

>> That's right.

>> In effect, the border has your hands

tied. Correct, Carol.

>> Correct, Mr. Winship.

>> In view of your problem of maintaining

peace and order, wouldn't you say not

not being allowed to cross the Rio Grand

was a stupid formality, but the end

might justify the means?

>> The decision whether or not to cross the

Rio Grand is not mine to make, sir.

>> I understand, Colonel, that you have

something of a reputation for cutting

through official red tape.

Now, let me tell you this, Mr. Winship.

There's an undeclared war being waged

down here. It's being waged against

innocent civilians and settlers in this

miserable pocket. Fortunately, this is

the last place on earth where such a war

can be waged. It's my job to keep it in

check. Now, you're a journalist.

Admittedly, the pen is mightier than the

sword. But heaven help the poor devil

who has only that thought for his dying

moments.

That was well enough said to be quoted.

And now, Colonel, if I could prevail

upon you to be put up here at the fort

for a day or two, I trust this request

won't strain your hospitality since

there's no alternative, no other place

for me to stay.

>> Certainly, sir. Delighted to have you

stay here as long as it's convenient.

Now, if you'll forgive me, sir, I have

some pressing business to attend to.

Lieutenant.

>> Yes, sir.

Please arrange quarters for Mr. Winship.

He'll be staying with us for a few days.

>> Thank you, Colonel. Uh, do you mind if I

wander around a bit? I might yet find

some local color that's worth writing

about.

>> Not at all, Mr. Winship. Not at all.

>> Thank you,

>> Lieutenant. As long as we're going to be

busy tonight, make arrangements for Mr.

Windship to have his dinner with the

mess.

>> Yes, sir. Sir, the only quarters

available for Mr. Windship will be in

the barracks.

You'll have to do a lieutenant.

>> Yes, sir.

>> Be careful of him. He can be dangerous.

>> Yes, sir.

I didn't see you. What's that for?

>> It's nothing.

>> My name's Winship. I'm a reporter here

to do a story. I was wondering who I

could talk to about the post.

Maybe you can spare me a little time.

Might get your name in the paper.

>> Sorry, I'm on duty, sir.

>> What kind of duty cost for these?

>> Sorry, sir. I have to go.

Now the reward involved

a chance to get the brothers.

The risk involved

a chance to run into Churikawa.

>> Have you ever heard of anyone, sir, that

took on the Churikawa in their own

country?

>> No, Sergeant, I haven't. Nobody that is,

who lived to tell about it. So I'll

understand if any of you wants to

withdraw.

Thank you, men.

All right, we're all set. We'll pick up

Corporal Tower and Carbon Canyon. Oh,

and Jackson, pack a bow and some of

those Churikawa arrows you've been

saving. They might come in handy.

>> Yes, sir. We'll leave the fort at

5minute intervals. We'll roundaboo just

beyond the ridge. Any final questions?

All right.

Good luck and dismissed.

How about Mr. Winship?

You all settled in comfortably for the

night? Yes, sir.

Let's hope he remains that way.

Secret orders commanded this mission.

Orders to clean up the Southwest. For

each man, it was an assignment beyond

the call of duty. The brothers had to be

taken and the risks had to be shared.

But the mission had to remain absolutely

secret.

When I tell you to get up there and keep

a lookout, you get

>> Well, I found that soldier fella first,

and I want some of the fun.

>> You get yours soon enough. Now, good.

I'm asking you for the last time,

soldier.

When's McKenzie coming?

No.

No. When is he coming?

Are you going to talk? Cuz if you ain't,

you ain't never going to walk again.

Huh?

>> We're being followed, sir.

Yes, I've been aware of it for some

time. I suspect it's our friend Winship

from Washington. Well, we're about to

lose him. I just hope he doesn't get in

any trouble. Hope he doesn't get in

trouble. We're in Mexico, Lieutenant.

We're already in trouble.

No sign of Tar anywhere, sir.

>> Did Tara acknowledge our message?

>> Yes, sir. He did. Rendezvous 1 hour

before sunset.

>> Well,

probably about 2 hours till sunset.

We'll wait an hour. Then we've got to

leave. Got to get to the brother's shack

before dusk.

All right. this man.

>> You

easy, mister.

>> I lost my way.

>> Yeah, that's pretty easy to do in these

here parts.

Now, you move out toward that shack over

there, and you're going to find out just

how lost you are.

Go on, move.

>> How long's it been now, Lieutenant?

>> An hour and 5 minutes, sir.

>> Something's happened to him.

On up. Mount up.

All

right, give me a dip of water.

All

right. Come on. Tell me. McKenzie,

when is he coming?

Huh?

There's a lot of punishment still left

on that. Are you going to talk, boy? Or

else your feet are going to be feeling

mighty poorly.

>> You sure?

>> STOP IT. STOP IT.

>> WHAT?

>> What kind of miserable animal are you

anyway? I heard there were men like you

running loose in this territory, but I

couldn't believe it.

>> Who's an animal? I'll tell you who's an

animal. Hey, Len. On time. All

right, Mr. Newspaper man. You don't like

the way we're doing things around here.

Well, maybe you can do them better. So,

here it's your turn to be an animal.

>> All right. See how it feels.

You want me to You want me to use this

on him?

All right.

I'll tell you.

I know where McKenzie is. Only don't hit

him again.

The shack should be just up ahead.

It's your AA ponies.

There's a couple of those cutthroats

around here somewhere. Maybe a scouting

party. Or maybe they're waiting for

someone to come out of that shack.

>> We've got to find them. Sergeant, you

and Ryan take cover up close to those

ponies. If we flush them out, they may

try and run for it. But no shooting.

Remember, Lieutenant, you take the

flank.

Jackson, you come with me.

And then I lost.

>> You did good, huh?

unsaddle the horses and be quick about

it. I'd check the canteen.

>> What about them?

>> McKenzie will find him after we finish

with him.

You and Ryan are jumping.

Cover that house.

Who's in that house with your brothers,

Sergeant?

>> No, then I said, who's in that house

with your brothers?

>> One of your soldiers from a reporter

film. Are they alive?

Get me closed. I've got to get in there.

But sir,

There's no other way, Lieutenant.

They've got two hostages in there. He

says they're still alive. I've got to

get into that house.

Quiet those horses.

>> Jackson, I'm going to make a run for the

house.

Pour as many arrows through those

windows and through that door as you can

to cover me. Lieutenant.

>> Yes, sir. In the meantime, have the rest

of the men sound off as loud as they

can. Make them think old Yellow Knife

himself is out here. Yes, sir.

HERE'S

the door.

MCKENZIE.

All right. Hold it.

Lieutenant.

>> Yes, SIR.

>> MR. WINSHIP,

as you can see, our local color

sometimes becomes a bit violent.

Shall we go back to the United States?

Thank you, Tower.

>> Thank you, sir. Come on. We'll get you

back to Fort Clark.

>> Yes, sir.

The doctor said the tower is all right

and we'll be able to walk in a couple of

weeks, sir.

>> All right. Tell him he's got a two weeks

furlow coming as well as the new stripe

he's sporting. That ought to make him

feel better.

>> Yes, sir. Oh, and Colonel, Mr. The

windship would like to see you.

All right, send him.

Mr. Winship,

I trust you're feeling well this

morning.

>> Better alive.

I'm catching the noon stages for

Washington.

Would you do me one last favor and send

this out by the nearest Army Telegraph

to my paper?

Yes, sir. I'll see to it.

>> I think you'll agree that this is a

story for all America to read. Why don't

you read it?

Must I?

Through the efforts of the United States

Fourth Cavalry, Colonel Ronald McKenzie

commanding the border country of

Southwest Texas has be

the border country of Southwest Texas is

becoming a fit place for Americans to

live.

Colonel McKenzie can do this and still

maintain the integrity of the Mexican

border.

It's a tribute to his courage as a

soldier, his wisdom as a statesman,

and above all his profound concern with

the lives of his fellow countrymen.

Mr. Winship. Needless to say, I

McKenzie's raiders rode 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

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.

Southwest Texas, 1874. Land of great

future promise. Thousands upon thousands

of acres which held the answer to the

country's growing cattle needs.

But the frontier was wild and lawless.

To protect settlers and ranchers against

murderous raids by renegade marauders,

constant patrols of the fourth United

States Cavalry stationed at Fort Clark.

In command, Colonel Ranold McKenzie with

secret orders from Washington to make

the area safe, to ensure the peace so

that the promised cattle industry might

one day become a reality.

Now, in late September 1874, McKenzie

was to face a new and different kind of

lawlessness. Here, dump this in Barton's

water hole and get away fast. And

remember, no shooting.

>> Sure, Mr. Corby. We'll be real careful.

All right.

Couple of Bartons, man. Take cover.

Morning, gents. Hope you don't mind us

watering our horses. Not if that's all

you're doing.

What's in that sack?

sling on their horses and dot them in a

gully where nobody will find them. After

all, Mr. Corby said no shooting.

After months of tension, the outbreak of

a ruthless and destructive range war.

Let's be as expeditious as possible, Mr.

Bedlo, I'm not used to holding still

this long. Not even for Leslie's

Illustrated Weekly.

Weren't for my sister back in New York,

I wouldn't have to go through this at

all.

>> Well, our readers will appreciate it as

much as she will, sir. It'd be

disappointed if I took pictures of the

famous fourth cavalry without its

colonel.

>> Oh, come on, Mr. Bedlo. You know you're

out here to make pictures of cattle, not

some godforsaken army post nobody ever

heard of.

>> A lot of people have heard of Colonel

McKenzie and the grand job you've done

out here.

Real still now.

>> Come in.

>> Yes, Sergeant.

>> Mr. Barton's waiting outside, sir. Says

it's urgent.

>> Uh, can I move now? Oh, yes. I'm sorry.

>> Mr. Barton's just the man you came to

see. The sentiment,

>> Colonel McKenzie,

am I intruding?

>> Oh, not at all. Uh, Mr. Bedlo, uh, Mr.

Barton, this is Lee Bedlo of Leslie's

Weekly in New York.

>> How do you do, sir?

>> How do you do?

>> He was just inquiring the way to your

ranch. Now, you can take him there

yourself.

>> My ranch?

>> Yes, sir. I've been assigned to do a

pictorial feature on your new cattle.

>> I didn't know the folks back east were

interested. Ah, they should be.

They're still feeling the effects of the

financial panic last year. Factories

closed, men out of work. If your short

horns can put cheaper meat on their

tables,

>> not only cheaper, but better. Longhorns

are nothing but bone gristle. Short

horns are fat and chunky. They cost less

to feed and they're easier to raise.

>> Well, that's why I'm here, sir. To

photograph your herds and to show that

contrast.

>> Well, that's splendid. Splendid. But I

don't think you'd be safe in my land. I

don't think anybody would be safe there.

>> More trouble, Mr. Barton? Well, there

haven't been any more raids. Nobody's

tried to stampede my herd, but raids and

stampedes. Well, this is more of a story

than I expected. I thought rustling had

been stamped out in this territory. Uh,

>> yes, we tried to keep it down, Mr.

Bedlo.

>> What were you saying?

>> Two of my men are missing. That's what I

came here to tell you.

>> You mean they they quit?

>> I think Corby killed them or had them

killed.

>> What? What else am I to think? Those men

were loyal. They believed in what I'm

doing. Now they're gone without a word.

Didn't even collect their wages. I had

them guarding my water hole. They're

gone without a trace of them.

>> Pack your cart, Mr. Bedlo. We'll ride

over to that water hole with you. Maybe

we'll find a trace. Well, there's not

much chance. Some of my steers were

watering there when I rode by. I think

they trampled out any signs we might

have found.

>> There they are. Mr. Bedlo, you ever see

a more beautiful sight than those short

horns of mine?

Yes,

>> I can see why you're proud of them.

>> Would you mind if I stayed here and took

some pictures instead of riding on with

you?

>> Why don't you do that, Mr. Pedlo? The

water hole area is a little rough for a

wagon anyway. We'll pick you up here on

a way back.

Heat.

Heat.

That's McKenzie Barton cut with him. I

don't like it.

>> Probably somebody to complain to when he

finds out what happened. A lot of good

it'll do.

>> You'll have a bigger complaint when

Shortorth Horn start licking his poison

rock salt.

>> Are you sure you didn't leave anything

near that water hole that'll point my

way?

>> Not a thing, Mr. Corby. You got nothing

to worry about.

>> Good. Let's get out of here.

dead. All of them dead. This one isn't,

>> but it's past saving.

>> No,

>> my animal, my job.

Well, it's more of Corby's work. He's

doing everything he can to break me.

Stampeding my herd, raids my ranch, and

now he's poisoning my cattle.

>> I think I'll go have a talk with Mr.

Corby right now.

>> What good will it do to you? You have no

evidence. You can't prove that he did

this. You can't even accuse him. He'd

laugh right in your face.

>> Yeah, I expect he will. But you give a

guilty man a chance to talk long enough

and sometimes he makes a slip. Maybe we

can even help him to make a slip. And if

he does,

>> well, if he does, it won't be legal

evidence, but at least we'll be sure

than we are now.

>> I'll go with you for the showdown.

>> Mr. Barton, I said a talk, not a

showdown.

Oh, and just to be sure.

>> Oh, now wait a minute.

>> He's too fast on the draw. You'd be dead

before you could pull this thing out.

>> Coming, Mr. Barton.

Mr. Bedlo.

>> Ah, Colonel McKenzie, I have something

to show you.

>> I'm sorry, Mr. Bedlo. We haven't time to

look at pictures of cattle right now.

These aren't cattle, sir. They're dead

men.

>> What?

>> They look like they've been shot. It

>> was your men, Mr. Barton.

>> Yes, it looks like them. Where'd you

take this?

>> Right down there.

>> Well, those are my men. All right, now

we know what happened to him and why

Corby killed him so he could poison my

water hole. It

>> occurs to me they were killed somewhere

else and then dumped in that Aoya.

>> Mr. Bedlo, you may be able to help us.

>> Gladly, Colonel.

>> I think he's helped already. This proves

Corby killed my men.

>> No, it proves they're dead. It doesn't

prove that Corby killed him. We've got

to get more evidence.

And maybe there's a way of getting Mr.

Corby himself to provide that evidence.

Mr. Bedlo, how do you process your

pictures? What what chemicals do you

use?

>> Well, it's rather complicated, but I'll

be glad to show you. Excuse me.

Now, when I expose a plate in my camera,

I pour a little mercury into this

saucer. Then, I light this spirit lamp

to heat the mercury. Now, when it starts

to boil, the mercury vapor comes up. So,

I hold the exposed plate over the

mercury vapor like this.

Then, I dip it in a basin of hyposulfide

of soda. And the last thing is to wash

it in water like this. And it's

finished.

>> I see.

What uh what happens if you run out of

chemicals?

>> Well, then I'm out of business while I

send back east for more. That's why I

carry plenty with me. You see, Mercury

is about the only one you can buy most

anywhere.

>> Mercury?

>> All right, Mr. Bedlo, thank you very

much. I think the information will prove

useful.

>> Nothing's going to be useful except

going after Corby. The sooner the

better.

>> We'll go see him now. Mr. Bedlo,

supposing you drive back to Fort Clark.

>> Uh, Colonel, I want my gun.

>> No guns, Mr. Barton.

Not yet.

>> No gun.

We're dealing with killers and he says

no guns even after that picture you took

of my men. Well, I hope you won't be

making the same kind of a picture of us.

September 29th, 1874. The southwest

Texas frontier had flared into sudden

violence. Men had been killed and cattle

poisoned. These lawless acts, if allowed

to spread, could incite the whole

territory to a deadly range war. So

McKenzie rode to the ranch of Kel Corby.

At his side, an unarmed man in search of

vengeance.

You shouldn't say things like that,

George. It's not neighborly. You call it

neighborly poisoning my stock? Why?

There's not a cattleman in Texas that do

a low down trick like that. Oh, I'd say

that those animals just up and died.

>> Died of what, Mr. Corby?

>> Well, could be most anything. I told you

when you brought them here that short

horns might do real fine back east where

conditions are easier. But in Texas,

no sir, country's too rough on them.

>> Oh, they thrive here as well as any

place given half a chance. But can't you

see that it mean better quality beef for

the whole country and at cheaper prices?

Now you're talking foolish. You spent

your last dime on a losing proposition.

The sooner you face up to it, the

quicker you can get out with a whole

skin.

>> You're not threatening him, are you, Mr.

Corby?

>> No. All I'm saying is the man ought to

be able to scadaddle away from it while

he can. That's what you want, isn't it?

Drive me out and leave the grazing for

you and your Longhorns. This is Longhorn

country, George. Always has been.

There's no cause to change it. Sure

there is. If you just open your eyes to

it. Longhorns need too much grassland.

They're half wild. They're tough. And

they're stringy.

>> Ah, I'm tired of trying to drill some

sense into you. I guess you'll have to

learn it the hard way. Seeing them

animals are yours just lay down and die.

>> They didn't just lay down and die. You

poisoned them.

>> Well, you don't.

>> All right. All right. None of that.

We came here for information, not for

accusations.

At least not yet.

Well, I admit that I don't hold with no

short horns, but I didn't put no arsenic

in the water.

>> How do you know it's arsenic?

>> I don't. But I just figured if there was

poison, that' be it. You won't you won't

find none of it around here. In fact,

you're welcome to search the place. Oh,

thank you, Mr. Corby.

It does seem rather odd, though, that

none of the Longhorn ranches have been

hit. Only Mr. Barton shorthorns.

>> Not so odd. Maybe. Colonel, when a man

puts his wad on a loser, he might try to

cover his bet. Oh, I'm not saying that

that's so. But suppose his herd's

insured and he hires renegades to to

poison him and then he collects.

Fits this situation pretty well.

>> I suppose I had my own men killed, too,

huh?

>> Well, you ain't been ranching long or

you'd know that all cow pokes is

itchyfooted. Yeah, you army fellas have

got a name for that desertion.

>> No, not this time. There's a New York

photographer in the area. He's been

making a series of photographs. This is

one of them.

>> I don't know anything about this.

Nothing. You understand? Anybody who

says I do is lying.

>> Well, the photographer has made other

pictures. Perhaps they'll tell us more.

We'll see them as soon as they're

developed. When he gets some fresh

mercury from Bracketville. Good day, Mr.

Corby.

Uh, coming, Mr. Barton.

>> Give me three. All pink.

>> I hired you. I told you your job was to

bust George Barton. You remember what

else I said? I told you no killing.

>> Wait a minute, Mr. Corby. There ain't

been no killing.

>> Don't you lie to me. I just saw a

picture of two of his dead hands dead,

you hear? Dead in that gully where you

dumped them. I ought to blow you apart.

Just you simmer down, Mr. Corby. All

right, we shot them riders. We had to.

They got the dead wood on us. Poison

that water hole. What do you want us to

do? Give ourselves up and tell them you

hired us?

>> Now look, there's a fellow taking

pictures everywhere. He found them dead

men.

>> You don't say. I'd like to meet up with

him. I ain't never seen one of them

cameras. I never had my picture taken.

>> No. Well, don't be too sure about that.

He may have been up in the hills taking

our pictures while we were spreading

that poisoned rock salt. If he had,

McKenzie would have his whole regiment

down on us right now.

>> That's real logical. But suppose he was

taking our pictures and they ain't ready

yet. There's no telling what they might

show. McKenzie let it slip. The fella's

going over to Bracketville to get some

mercury to develop them. If that's all

you're bothered about, that's easy to

fix.

>> We'll be looking for that photographer,

boys.

>> No more of that. No more shooting.

>> Once you start as hard as stop, Mr.

Corby, I ain't going to let no

photographer get my neck stretched.

Now, maybe you got a better idea.

>> Yeah. Yeah, you're right.

We'll kill him.

Come in, sir. Mr. Barton to see you.

>> You need an announcement.

>> You know what that is, Colonel?

>> Yes. I'd say it's rock salt.

>> You know what it's for?

>> Of course. All cattleman put out rock

salt for their herds. We put it out for

our cavalry horses, too.

>> Not that kind. It's poisoned. 30 or 40

of my steers are dead. Maybe even more.

It got too dark for me to look. I think

Corby set this out the day before we

called on him.

>> I hope he did it in daylight.

>> Meaning what?

>> From what he said, I'm convinced, too,

that Corby's guilty. But I haven't any

proof. Now, perhaps Mr. Corby himself

will give me that proof because he's

afraid of a photograph that could only

have been made in the daylight.

Photograph that actually doesn't exist

at all.

>> Well, if it if it doesn't exist, I don't

know what you're driving at. If I'm

right, Corby will try to destroy any

evidence that might connect him with the

death of those two men.

>> Yeah.

Excuse me, Mr. Barton. I've got work to

do.

>> Good luck.

>> Thank you, Sergeant.

>> Yes, sir.

>> Sergeant, pass the word for the Raiders.

Immediate alert. Oh, and Sergeant, ask

Mr. Bedlo to drop over here to my

office. Yes, sir.

We'll split up here. You better stay out

of this, Mr. Corby.

>> All right.

What are you doing Here. I thought I

told you to stay back at the fort.

>> If they're going to shoot up my

equipment, I want to be here to take a

picture of it.

>> All right, drop it.

Is it over?

>> Let's hope so.

>> Well, that didn't take you long.

>> I had some help.

>> Back in. Get back in there.

You're covered, Mr. Corby.

Drop that gun.

Wow,

excellent pictures, Mr. Bedlo.

>> Thank you, sir.

>> Excellent.

Um,

with one exception.

>> Now, that one will be a big feather in

my cap when I get back to New York.

>> Well, at least I hope my sister will

like it.

Seriously, though, Mr. Bedlo, those

pictures you took of Mr. Barton's cattle

should arouse a good deal of interest.

Those short horns are going to be

tremendously important to this country

someday,

especially now that he's able to raise

them in peace.

Come in.

>> Yes, Sergeant.

>> Sir, the quartermaster asked me to

report our commissary shipments are two

weeks overdue. As of today, the regiment

goes on canned rations and hard tac.

We're completely out of beef. Out of

beef?

Yes, sir. We have to order it from the

quartermaster in Kansas City.

Regulation, sir.

H.

Very well, Sergeant.

>> Sergeant.

>> Yes, sir.

>> I think we can forego regulations this

once. Ask Mr. Barton if he can sell us a

100 head of cattle this afternoon. Um,

short horns. Yes, sir.

Hold it.

Smile.

McKenzie's raiders rode 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.

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