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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.
The burning month of August 1875,
Colonel Reynold McKenzie had received
word that killer Pete Lemon and his
murderous band had been cited in the
territory. With a picked group of
raiders, McKenzie headed for the border
and Mexico, where he was certain Lemon
would seek sanctuary. The trail crossed
the Rio Grand and led deep into the
treacherous Palos Negros range. With
each mile covered, the danger of
detection by Mexican Federalis
increased. But the destruction of Lemon
was vital, and it drove McKenzie and the
raiders deep, ever deeper into alien
country. Finally, on August 16th, the
outlaw gang was cited, and the battle
joined.
The price of violence and justice. One
raider dead, three wounded, and all but
two horses killed. Three outlaws were
captured. One of them, the Indian Chief
Redwing.
All right, Sergeant, let's get started.
Check the uh rigs on those Indian ponies
every so often and keep a sharp lookout.
If there Mexican patrols in the area,
let's make sure we see them before they
see us. Carry on.
>> Yes, sir. Now critically short of water
and burdened by his wounded, McKenzie
faced the long march over burning,
hostile land back to Fort Clark. And
trailing him, the killer, Pete Lemon.
So began the first day of one of
history's most challenging marches,
150 m against impossible odds.
Camp's all ready, sir. Everybody be
undercover by nightfall.
>> Do you notice the behavior of our
prisoners today? They keep looking back.
We're being followed, Sergeant.
>> Must be Lemon, sir. He's the only one
that got away.
>> That's right. He'll follow us like a
buzzard trying to pick us off one by
one. Well,
>> there's four of us, sir. Why don't we go
find him and finish him off?
>> Several reasons.
Number one, Lamond might be able to get
behind us, circle around, and free our
prisoners. Number two, I can't afford to
lose any more men. Number three, it
would take time. We'd use up the rest of
our water.
>> So, all we can do is retreat from one
man.
>> Well, a wellorganized retreat sometimes
leads to victory, Sergeant. In the
meantime, we'll continue to travel by
day, keeping well away from any cover
that might conceal a man.
>> That'll make Lemon keep his distance,
sir. Right. At night, we'll camp in the
rocks.
>> That's when he'll make his try after
dark.
>> That's to be our strategy. When he comes
in close enough, we'll try to pick him
off.
>> But sir, uh, Corporal Baker is useless
with his hand. Daily and I have to guard
the prisoners and tend the wounded.
>> That leaves only me.
>> Yes, sir. And to get Lamont, you you'd
have to pin him down. That'll take two
men, sir.
>> That's right, Sergeant. We've got to
recruit one more man to our side.
but who, sir?
>> Chief Redwing,
>> I'm sorry to see you like this, Chief
Redwing. You, a great chief, a leader in
company with cutthroats and killers.
>> They are my friends. I am proud to be
with them.
>> They are not your friends. They're your
enemies. stirring you up like this,
making you lead your people in war. How
many of your braves have died as a
result of these so-called friends?
>> They died in a good cause. I myself am
willing to die for it.
>> You can't believe it's a good cause.
>> You've made bad friends, Chief. If you'd
let me help you. If you'd help me.
>> No.
I'll be sorry to see you stand trial
with those men, chief.
>> We will not stand trial, McKenzie. You
will not take us to your fort.
You will not reach your fort yourself.
>> Colonel.
>> Yes. Baker.
>> My hand, sir. It's hurting pretty bad.
>> Private, watch how you carry that rifle
around. prisoners or you'll have bigger
worries than your hand. Let's have a
look at it.
>> Please, sir, could I have just a little
water to wash my hand?
>> I'm sorry, Baker. We haven't got any
water for washing.
Get back your post.
>> The second day, August 18th. Though
struggling to survive, McKenzie was
engaged in a deadly game of human chess
designed to draw Lemon close enough to
be taken.
Sergeant,
give this to Baker.
>> Your rations, sir?
>> Yeah. Well, don't tell him that. Tell
him it's something we had extra.
That's the boss, McKenzie.
Pete Lamond
Pete's a reasonable man. McKenzie
probably wouldn't make no trouble for
you if you turned us loose.
>> That's real good advice, Colonel.
>> Sergeant, scatter the group out. No
fires, no smoking, no loud talking, and
no shooting.
>> No shooting, sir. We just sit here and
let him pop away at us.
>> If the firing attracts the Mexican
Federalis, let it attract them to Pete
Lemon, not to us. Besides, we're short
of ammunition.
>> Yes, sir.
>> Let him go, Sergeant.
We'll have to get along with one horse.
>> Yes, sir. Haven't got enough food and
water for two anyway.
All right, SCATTER HIM UP.
>> COME OUT OF THOSE ROCKS, LEMON. DAILY,
TAKE COVER, DAISY.
Looks like he's given up, sir.
>> Permanently. Let's hope.
>> Yes, sir. You think he might have?
It's possible.
Sir, I could ride on into the fort.
bring back some help. Wouldn't take long
traveling alone.
>> No,
>> you couldn't bring troops into Mexico.
You know that, Sergeant.
>> The fact that the raiders cross the Rio
Grand has got to be kept absolutely
secret.
>> Even if we all die, sir.
>> Even if we all die, Sergeant.
Besides, it's out of the question
anyway.
Lman's still out there somewhere. With
you gone, it'll leave just two of us to
take care of three prisoners and two
wouldn't have men.
>> Try to get some sleep, Sergeant.
Yes, sir.
>> The third day, mile after mile exacted a
toll from tired bodies. The goal still
100 miles off.
>> Short night, huh, Sergeant?
Sir, if that bird comes back tonight,
I'd like to go after him.
>> Let's hope he doesn't come back. Anyway,
if anyone goes after him, it's really a
job for two men. One to sneak up on
either side of him.
>> Let's see how we can do it then, sir.
It's only the three of us.
>> Maybe we can alter that situation. Get
another man on our side.
>> Not Redwing, sir.
Well,
>> he hates us. He'd maybe promise to help
us and then give us a double cross. All
right. All right. All right. Let it go,
Sergeant.
Baker, close up there.
>> Yes, sir.
>> All secure, sir.
Good.
Oh, Sergeant, uh,
you better get your own ration now.
>> Yes, sir. No sign of Lamond yet?
>> No.
Looks like he may have.
>> Sergeant Stanfield.
>> Oh, I'm all right, sir. Just grease me.
>> Good.
Come on. Get covered.
So,
it would appear Lamond is still with us.
>> He's got to be out there someplace.
>> I can't say I like it, but I prefer it
to having the Federaleis on our backs.
>> Sergeant,
think you can manage while I go after
him?
>> Oh, you go after him, sir.
>> That's right. Oh, and Baker,
be sure Baker isn't left alone with
those prisoners a moment more than is
absolutely necessary.
>> Sir, what if you don't come back?
>> Then you're in command, Sergeant.
Hey kid, now's your chance. Come on. I
can't talk to you back there.
Guys better not try nothing.
>> Come on down.
Hello there. Hulk. Stop or I'll shoot.
Come out of there with your hands up.
Colonel McKenzie.
Now only McKenzie and Stanfield remain
to carry out the mission of a full
patrol. Two men against three prisoners
and the murderous sniper Pete Lamont
against the empty Sunbaked Desert and
the everpresent danger of being
discovered on Mexican soil.
>> It all happened so fast, sir. I was
covering you like you said. Next thing I
know,
>> I understand. So you can't say exactly
what did happen? No, sir. I just what I
told you.
>> All right, come with me, Sergeant. Oh,
and uh stand quiet unless I ask you a
direct question.
>> Yes, sir.
>> I have one question
and I will have an answer.
Who killed Private Baker?
Chief Redwing,
did you kill Private Baker?
>> Do your own work. I will not help you.
>> So, you won't speak up for yourself
because you're afraid of hurting your
so-called friends. You'd rather have me
believe that you stabbed a boy whose
only fault was in being too trusting.
>> I did not.
>> I can tell you nothing.
I see.
All right.
You going to tell me now who killed
Private Baker, or are you going to tell
me after you've gone a day without
water?
>> Did NG tell you who killed him?
>> If he had, would I be asking you?
>> Oh, what's the difference? You got
enough on me and Skaggs to hang us even
if we did kill a kid.
Uh-huh.
Now, this may make a great deal of
difference. The difference between your
hanging and going free. Free. That's
what I said.
You tell me on your word of honor that
you're innocent, and you tell me who did
kill Private Baker, and I'll set you
free here and now.
>> You mean that, McKenzie? You won't go
back on your word?
>> Am I in the habit of going back on my
word?
>> He done it. Redwing done it. I mean, me
and Scaggs Square did it. That's right.
We tried to stop him, but he was he was
too fast for us.
>> Sergeant Sanfield.
>> Yes, sir.
>> You were present.
Do you feel that Chief Redwing could
have killed Private Baker?
>> No, sir. I didn't see everything that
happened, but I know he didn't have
anything to do with it. He was laying
down several feet away.
>> I see. Sir, if we're going to survive,
we better kill them both.
>> We're going to survive, Sergeant.
We're going to survive and see them both
hanged
after we get back to Fort Clark.
>> Hey, uh, you ain't sorry, are you,
Redwing? You understand how it was.
>> I understand.
>> And we're still friends, eh? Right. Just
like we was
>> still friends.
Just like we were.
>> The fourth day, August 20th. The
desperate march continued. The precious
water was almost gone. Survival now
depended on taking Leand and turning
Chief Redwing into an ally.
How about some water, McKenzie?
>> Not till tonight.
>> We got a right to water. You can't hold
us prisoners without taking care of us.
>> Oh,
you want me to shoot you right now and
save the hangman a job?
Now, do you move again
or do you stop moving altogether?
Come on. On your feet, you two. You're
no more tired or hotter or thirstier
than any of the rest of us.
>> Water. I'm sick.
>> Move.
>> Just a half a cup, Mackenzie. You can
take it out of our ration.
>> A half a cup is your ration.
>> A half a cup? He's saving it for
himself. He drinks it at night when the
rest of us are asleep.
>> Smoke from a campfire, sir.
>> Think it might be Lamond.
>> No. No. He wouldn't build a fire.
Whoever it is, though, he wouldn't be
out there without water. Come on.
Just one shot might have been meant as a
warning.
You hold the ground here, Stanfield. I'm
going ahead by myself. by yourself, sir.
But
>> carry on, Stanfield. I'll signal you if
it's safe.
They are of the Rio Grande people. The
old man is sick. The tribe left them
behind. They go down to join the tribe.
>> How far?
>> To the country of the Big Ben. 15
marches across the desert.
>> I see.
Ask him. Uh,
ask him about the water.
Two skins of water is all that they
have. For such a far journey, it is
barely enough. They uh
they can't spare any. Not even just a a
cop around. With less they will die.
Yes.
Tell them a bad man follows us. They
should move their camp well to the east
or he might kill them.
>> Sergeant Stanfield, let's move out.
>> Yes, sir.
>> Okay.
>> How about the water? You going to favor
a couple of stinking Indians over your
own people? We need water as bad as they
do. What right have they got to it?
>> Every right.
It happens to be theirs.
>> Sergeant.
>> Yes. Move.
Chief Redwing,
I asked you once before for your help,
for your friendship.
Now I ask you again.
You'll be risking your life.
>> I know you want my help in getting
Lamond.
I will give it to you.
>> Thank you, Chief. Thank you. With the
two of us working together, I know we
can pull it off.
>> We will work as equals, then as friends.
>> Well, certainly. Of course.
>> What do you mean?
>> I will need a weapon.
>> I give you my word, my promise. It shall
not be used against you.
>> Your promise? What good is that?
>> You'd promise anything,
>> Sergeant.
>> How do you like your new friends,
Redwing? Real trusting, ain't they?
>> You better stick with us, Redwing.
You'll know where you stand then. You be
quiet.
>> I'm sorry, Chief.
Of course, I accept your word. I
withdraw it
since it has no value. If I go, I go
armed and I make no promises.
Perhaps I will help you with Lamond.
Perhaps I will do something else.
Sergeant, give Chief Redwing his choice
of weapons. A knife. Only a knife
on the double.
Thank you, chief.
Soon as it's light, we'll go after
Lamont.
I thought you were Lamont.
>> Yeah,
>> pretty easy to lose him in these rocks.
>> You circle around that way. I'll meet
you from this way.
Come on. Come on.
You all right, Redwing? All right, my
friend.
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
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 marshal by the
United States Army.
September 6th, 1873.
The vast area of the Texas border,
dependent for law and order on Colonel
Ranold McKenzie and his underman,
illequipped fourth cavalry out of Fort
Clark.
Strangling the growth of the region were
border outlaws who ruthlessly moved
against the isolated settlers. Despite
overwhelming odds, the land had to be
made safe.
>> McKenzie is nowhere to be seen.
Use the clippers, bowl, you the rope.
We'll hit hard and run the cattle
through the fence. Beat quickly.
Quickly.
Heat.
Heat.
take up their trail.
>> Not a sign of them.
>> Got my whole herd. Every head.
>> Those thieves ain't getting away this
time. We start them treading our herd
towards Dead Horse Pass. They got to go
right through there. How many men?
>> Just three. We can take them easy, Mr.
Bates. Let's go. Uh,
>> maybe we better wait for McKenzie's
cavalry patrol.
>> We ain't waiting no longer, Ma. We're
going to take those renegades if we have
to cross the border to do it.
>> Otis, you hired Mr. Bates to track them
outlaws. Now, let him decide.
>> All right, Mr. Bates. We can take them
right now. Are you going to sit around
and wait for those army blue bellies to
get here too late again? Or lead us in
like you're getting paid for?
>> Well, I reckon my mind's being made up
for me, isn't it? What's your pleasure,
Mr. Bates?
>> Otis, you just remember one thing. I'm
riding point, and you boys make sure to
trail behind.
>> What for?
>> Well, we don't know whether there's
three or 30. Three guns is all they need
if they're waiting for us.
>> All right, Mr. Bates, let's go.
Sergeant.
Sergeant.
>> Yes, sir.
>> Any of those patrols reported in yet?
>> Not yet, sir.
>> I want you to set up another patrol.
Give him three days rations. Have them
scour that Devil's Horn Fort area. We've
got to turn something up.
>> Yes, sir. Beg your pardon, sir.
>> Our job would be a lot easier if those
ranch owners hadn't turned against us.
>> Well, you can't really blame them. They
feel they're entitled to protection.
They're not getting it.
>> Oh, we know that's not true, sir.
>> Whether it's true or not doesn't matter.
It's what they want to believe. So, it
makes this whole situation dangerous.
>> Yes, sir.
>> Now, this Matthews thing, Matthews ranch
was hit by rustlers early this morning.
All the cattle stolen. The rustlers have
completely vanished.
>> Well, we have a patrol in the Matthews
area now, sir. They should come up with
something. Now,
I don't know who we're up against,
Sergeant, but whoever it is has got to
be stopped before they throw this whole
territory into panic. Let's take a ride
over and see what Mrs. Matthews has to
say.
We waited for you and what happens? They
take my whole herd.
Well, Colonel McKenzie, my boys have
hired a scout, Sam Bates. He'll do what
your US cavalry ain't been able to do,
and that is catch them outlaws before
they finish us.
>> That must have been their trail we
passed back at Dead Horse Creek.
Thank you for your time, Mrs. Matthews.
Nice work. Let's get out of here. What's
your hurry?
>> If they find these fellas, the whole
territory will be after us.
>> This is just the beginning.
>> Yeah, well, if McKenzie catches us,
it'll be the end. McKenzie won't catch
you. Not as long as you operate from
across the river. He won't go into
Mexico. Meanwhile, I'll stay here and
take over the Matthew spread. We're
going to be big in this territory.
You're forgetting McKenzie has sharp
claws. Well, I'm making it my job to
pull them. I hope you can
>> just remember the Matthews ranch has got
the best grass and sweet water rights in
this territory.
Now you and the boys better hightail it
across the river and set up camp in
Origo.
>> They give you better hightail it also.
>> Better do as I tell you.
>> Hope you know what you're doing.
Don't I always
Hey, wait.
Wow. Bless my eyeballs if it ain't the
US Army.
Who are you?
The name is Bates. Scout Sam Bates. I
thought you were those outlaws come to
finish the job.
>> What happened?
>> Ambush. The Matthew boys hired me to
catch those cattle rustlers. Looks like
they caught you.
They both dead.
You well enough to ride? Just a flesh
wound. I'm a bit shy on sleep and blood,
that's all.
>> Sergeant,
>> leave a man here. I'll send a detail
from the fort. Also send another trooper
by Mrs. Matthew's place to tell her what
happened. Help her with any arrangement
she wants to make. Mr. Bates will ride
double.
>> Please sit down, Mr. Bates.
I know you must be suffering some pain,
but before I send you over to the
infirmary, I want to make one thing
clear to you.
>> Yes, sir.
>> The protection of the civilian
inhabitants of this area is the province
of the military, not of vigilantes.
>> Well, all I was doing was what the
Matthews boys hired me for, trying to
help them.
>> Help them by getting them ambushed.
>> Do you think I did that on purpose?
>> It happened, Mr. Bates.
Now, I want to talk further with you to
get patched up. Sergeant Wells, take Mr.
Bates over to the infirmary, then bring
him back to my office.
>> All I need is some fresh water and clean
bandages. I don't want to put you out,
Colonel.
>> You already have, Mr. Bates. You already
have.
Come in.
>> Miss Matthews outside, sir. She's just
spilling over with trouble. Shall I
handle it?
>> No. I'm afraid she'll be looking for me.
Well, Colonel McKenzie, you want me to
hide their graves someplace where you
won't have to see the results of your
law and order?
This is how you protected us. How you
protected my boys?
Look at my sons
before I bury your shame in the ground.
Hey, Sergeant.
>> Sergeant, I'd like to talk to Mr. Bates,
please.
>> He's sleeping, sir.
>> The man who killed those boys aren't
sleeping.
>> Yes, sir.
>> Mr. Bates, I sent for you in the hopes
that you could give me some information.
I'll do my best. Colonel,
>> how'd you get these powder burns on your
shirt? Well,
>> you saw my shoulder. I was shot
>> from ambush.
>> Why, sure.
>> Well, a man have to be standing right
next to you to do this.
>> Why don't you come right out and say
what you want to, Colonel?
>> I'm trying to get out the facts, Mr.
Bates.
>> You'll get them.
>> You must have been close enough to see
them then.
>> Sure, I seen them. I've been watching
them for several days. I trail them
across the river to where they're
camped.
>> Well, then why in Thunder wasn't I
informed? Everybody knew I've been
patrolling that river for weeks trying
to find out where they operate from.
>> Look, Colonel, I'm a civilian scout. I
make my living scouting. Right now, I've
got a personal score to settle with
those rustlers. Nobody shoots at Sam
Bates without me shooting back.
>> All right, Sam Bates, you'll get your
chance to shoot back just as soon as
you're fit. That's all.
The next morning, with Colonel
McKenzie's consent, Bates left with the
berieved Mrs. Matthews for her ranch.
>> Come in,
>> sir.
>> Patrol ready.
>> Standing by, sir.
>> Let's go. His
suspicions aroused, McKenzie left with a
patrol to inspect the ambush site.
Perfect ambush. Those Matthews boys were
dead the minute they went into this
draw.
>> I don't see anybody ever got through
that crossfire.
>> Sam Bates did.
>> Well, you can't blame a man for not
getting killed. I
>> just wonder how he escaped.
>> I don't know. Unless they left him for
dead
>> with a shot in the shoulder. Point
blank. Sam Bates either shot himself or
one of those Matthews boys did it.
>> You think Bates are lying?
>> It's just one way to find out. Sergeant,
beat out the men. I'll rejoin you at the
fort.
With a plan to expose the ruthless
slayer of the boys, McKenzie rode to the
Matthews Ranch for a meeting with Sam
Bates.
that flag means something special. Mrs.
Matthews,
>> my husband laid out the men of Camp
Verie under that flag.
They come back wrapped in it.
You know, I dreamed of places like this.
Over a thousand campfires.
>> Mr. Matthews always said this place made
life worth living for and dying for
like your sons.
McKenzie riding up. Probably getting
around to offering to help finally.
>> Well, you sound like you hate the man.
No, just his uniform.
Come in.
>> I'm sorry to intrude, Mrs. Matthews.
>> It's necessary for me to know when
you'll feel up to leading us to the
hideout.
>> It's across the river.
>> When can we leave?
>> Well, I I reckon I can make it in 2 or 3
days.
>> Very well, Mr. Bates. Let's say 3 days.
I'll meet you at the spot where the boys
were
where the boys were ambushed.
I'll be there. Thank you, Mr. Bates.
I'll see you later, Mrs. Matthews.
Having baited his trap, McKenzie waited
for the result he was sure would follow.
confident that he had outsmarted
McKenzie. Bates rode to a rendevous
across the border.
>> Hey, anything wrong?
>> No, everything's working just fine.
>> Looks like we have to set up another
ambush. More boys to kill?
>> No, just McKenzie himself.
>> September 10th, sundown. Three pic
troopers pledged to secrecy waited for
McKenzie's command to ride out. Their
secret orders cross the Mexican border.
Their mission, justice.
>> Now, Sergeant,
everything set? Hakamores, buoy knives?
>> Yes, sir.
>> All right. I want to go over my plans
with you once more just so we're
absolutely sure there can't be any slip
on it.
>> Yes, sir.
>> Now, I've agreed to meet Sam Bates in
the area where those Matthews boys were
kidnapped.
>> I understand, sir.
>> That's tonight. Bates is supposed to
lead me across the river to the camp of
those cattle wrestlers. However, I can't
be sure what's going to happen. That's
where you come in, Sergeant. Now, I want
you and another man to cross that river
ahead of Bates and myself. Take up a
concealed position in that area where
you can survey anything that might go
on. You understand?
>> Yes, sir.
>> Be ready for anything. All right, let's
go.
>> If it's revenge you're going for, I'm
past that. And I wish you'd forget it,
too. Mr. Bates, do you have to go?
>> It's for justice, Mrs. Matthews.
>> You better take good care of that
Arkansas toothpick, son. That's the only
weapon you're going to have.
Good luck, Sergeant.
>> Good luck, sir.
This untamed frontier had spawned few
men as treacherous as Sam Bates. His law
was the law of violence. Only Colonel
McKenzie stood between him and his
prize, the Matthews Ranch.
>> You fellas move awful quiet, McKenzie.
>> We live longer that way.
>> And you travel awful life, too. In my
opinion, we have all the weapons we
need.
>> Well, that's just fine. Where are the
rest of the men?
>> Each extra man adds to the danger of
being seen.
>> Then all we have is three men and no
legal protection.
>> And surprise. Surprise is worth much
more than legal protection in my book.
How about yours?
>> I reckon you're the trail boss.
>> No, you are. Lead on.
>> Cross.
>> I said lead on.
The Rio Grand, more than a boundary
separating two countries. To cross it,
McKenzie risked court marshall or death.
The price necessary to bring Sam Bates
to justice.
Here
they are. That tall critter is the one
who shot me. If you don't mind, Colonel,
he's mine.
On your feet. You're covered.
You have all the weapons you need, huh?
Surprise. You live longer that way, huh?
Drop it.
You added one element, Mr. Bates.
Treachery.
You're very good at sighting ambushes.
>> Now, if you fellas just back up against
that rock,
>> just a minute, Mr. Bates.
Sergeant Wells,
>> drop those guns.
>> Take over here, Sergeant.
Just as I said, Mr. Bates, all the
weapons we need.
If my boys had trusted you, McKenzie,
they'd still be alive.
I'd like to say I'm sorry, but I never
learned how.
I just learned to trust you too late,
McKenzie. I could have taught them to
trust you, too.
>> Come in.
Stage coach ready, sir.
Let it be me, I reckon.
Well, McKenzie, I guess you're a real
native Texan after all.
Well, I consider that a compliment,
although I happen to have been born in
New York.
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
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 marshal by the
United States Army.
Summer 1874,
Texas border. Endless miles of refuge
for 5,000 wanted criminals. Against
them, Colonel Ranold McKenzie out of
underman, badly equipped Fort Clark.
McKenzie's orders, stabilize the border,
ensure the safety of settlers. Despite
incredible odds, McKenzie was doing the
job.
But now a brilliant strategist
threatened the peace of the territory,
leading marauders with superb military
skill and full knowledge of McKenzie's
own operations.
This was the fourth patrol sent in
pursuit, like the others, dead in
ambush. The main objective of these
attacks was now starkly evident. Destroy
McKenzie by discrediting his command.
The epolettes torn from the dead major's
blouse and the scrolled words, "I have
not forgotten told McKenzie it could be
only one man. Ex Major Howard Duncan,
former officer under McKenzie's
command."
>> Something bothering you, son? An easy.
Oh no.
>> Are you sorry you joined me?
>> Of course I'm not hard.
>> You must always address me as major.
>> Yes, major.
By rights. You should be a colonel by
now.
>> By right. Yes.
15 years in the field. And what did it
get me? A stand in the sun in front of
my own men while McKenzie stripped my
brass, broke my saber, and drummed me
off the post.
There was only one way McKenzie could
stop this threat to his difficult task
of governing the area and that was rise
to Duncan's challenge himself. On the
night of July 18th, the patrol out of
Fort Clark was under his personal
command.
See down there? Bullets, fresh horses.
>> Just sitting and waiting like you
planned.
>> Beats me why you wasn't Mackenzie on our
tail.
>> I owe him something
and I want to pay him back.
>> It was up to me. I'd give him wide
birth.
>> As I'm in command, it isn't up to you.
>> What if he keeps tailing us?
>> That's just what I want him to do. I'll
lead him right into the trap. Sun, sand,
and death from thirst.
>> Then we attack again. Waste no time.
Destroy everything that might help the
enemy. We take no prisoners, carry no
wounded.
You will look at me when I'm giving
orders. Mr. Cloud,
>> this isn't the army, Mr. Duncan.
>> Major Duncan,
any questions about my orders, Mr.
Cloud?
>> Whatever you say, Major Duncan.
and follow me.
>> On July 22nd, 1874, 4 days out of Fort
Clark, McKenzie's Indian scout, Corporal
Kill Eagle, picked up Duncan's trail
while riding point for the patrol. This
lonely way station, squatting in the
burning sun, was the first real chance
for water and further evidence that
Duncan had learned his tactics. Well,
they here maybe 1 2 hours ago. They got
horses, guns, and bullets from in there.
>> Anything left?
>> All dead.
>> Water.
>> Destroyed.
>> Duncan's thorough.
>> Rest now.
>> No. He'll expect us to do that.
>> Well, Duncan moving towards the border.
>> Yeah. If he doesn't head for the Rio
Grand, where's the nearest water? Lost
Angel Mine.
>> Last water. After that, nothing. This
side of border.
>> If he's leading us into a trap, he'll
head for the mine and destroy the water.
If not, he'll make a run for the border.
Which one?
>> Only one way to find out. Sergeant,
we're closing the gap. Let's move out.
On the fifth day, the gap between them
was closed. Contact was made.
>> McKenzie still tailing us. He's coming
through there.
>> Good.
My tactics are working out just as
planned. Now, when we hit the Lost Angel
Mine, I will accomplish a twofold
objective. First, we take the gold.
Second, destroy the water and watch
McKenzie die of thirst.
>> I say let's cut and run for the border.
>> Cloud is a tactician. You're a fool.
McKenzie's moving into total
destruction.
>> This was the ex- major's chance to prove
himself a superior tactician using the
very methods he had learned from
McKenzie himself.
His plan, fainting the army patrol out
of position by a flank attack. Two men
were dispatched to the opposite side of
the trail. Their task, fire on the
patrol, show themselves, and run. The
chase would divert McKenzie, giving
Duncan and the other men time to strike
the mine.
First signs. Dunk them close, maybe in
rocks.
>> How do we stand, Sergeant?
>> Well, the horses will hold out till the
end of the day, sir. As long as the men
can move, they can shoot.
>> Continue the march. McKenzie despised
Duncan, but he never underrated him.
With Kill Eagle, the colonel rode out to
scout the area from a higher position.
The trap McKenzie suspected was already
snapping closed. As Duncan planned, the
gunman suddenly broke cover, firing
wide.
>> Perfect. The perfect maneuver. I got to
hand it to you, major.
>> Let's get mounted.
There were two men up there, not five.
Yet you went bucketing after them. Don't
you see that's just what Duncan wanted?
>> Yes, sir. I I see that now.
>> That was a faint. We know now they're
headed for the mine. They've got fresh
horses and a good start. If we follow
that trail, he'll have plenty of time to
destroy the water.
>> I know short way.
>> We do. Lead out.
Hey
We'll
take the shark. Cloud Dennis, you
destroy the water tank.
>> Yes, sir. Let's go.
>> One more sack and the last.
>> Take your time. I'd rather hurry. I'd
hate to get caught after all you and
I've been through.
>> You won't get caught, Mr. Cloud.
>> Come on. Hurry up, sir. Dennis.
Major.
Major.
It's McKenzie. He's coming in with his
patrol. LET'S GET OUT OF HERE.
>> MAJOR.
MAJOR, HELP ME.
>> NO. NO. PLEASE.
>> You said no prisoners.
Get up.
The night of July 23rd, 5 days out of
Fort Clark, the first chance to rest for
all but McKenzie and his scout. With the
prisoner alive in McKenzie's hands, the
deadly chess game had shifted. McKenzie
knew that now Duncan had to wait for his
opponent to move. Did you locate them?
>> Behind rocks, high up, open sands below.
>> Mhm.
>> Sergeant,
how's the ammunition?
>> About uh seven, eight rounds each man.
Sir,
>> our prisoner patched up.
>> Yes, sir. Rest and easy.
>> I'll talk with him.
>> Stand easy, trooper.
>> You're a little young to be running with
a wolfpack like Duncan, aren't you?
You're going to die, McKenzie.
Slow and thirsty.
When and where Major Duncan decide you
will.
He gave his life to the army, but he
made one mistake, McKenzie. He proved he
was a better soldier than you are. So,
you trumped up charges and drumed him
out of the army.
>> So, that's the way he's telling it.
>> I suppose you want to tell me it's all a
bunch of lies.
I'll do better than that. Kill Eagle.
>> I am Churikawa, Elk family. My father
was chief, not hostile, but scout like
me. Major Duncan ordered whole tribe
move out for new reservation.
>> Major Duncan fought you at Churikawa.
>> No fight, just walk. Men, women,
children into desert. You know what
devil trap is?
Sunburn like fire. No water. Slow death.
>> I know the story of that battle. The
real one. 300 of you red devils against
Major Duncan and one patrol.
He told me about it.
>> You listen. My father was chief. He
begged for his people one drop water.
But your major lead them into devil
trap. All die but one. All but one.
Indian lies. Killigle. Kill Eco.
>> Shall I put him under guard, sir?
>> No,
that won't be necessary.
They're not lies, son. Kill Eagle was
that one survivor. I found him and
brought him back to the fort.
>> Makes no difference what you say,
McKenzie.
You won't get out of this alive.
A
>> lot of hard Duncan has rubbed off on
you, hasn't it?
>> Yes, and I'm proud of it. Well, that's
natural. I remember the picture Howard
Duncan carried when we were on patrols
together.
He was real proud of you.
Real proud of his kid brother.
>> Kill Eagle.
Kil Eagle, I'm going to put you on your
honor to guard this man.
>> You can't leave me here alone with him.
>> Gilagle, I have a plan, but your anger
can destroy it. Don't think of this man
as Duncan's brother. Think of him as the
Judas goat that's going to lead his
brother to slaughter.
Sergeant
>> Colonel
Stand easy, boys.
You check the entire area?
>> Yes, sir. Nothing much around but some
coal oil for their lamps.
>> What's in there?
>> Bags, sir?
>> Bags?
>> Yes, sir. Empty water bags.
Water bags.
>> Sergeant, have each man fill two of
these water bags and conceal them in his
bed roll so nobody will know we're
carrying them.
>> We're going to continue to follow him,
sir?
>> Yes.
Yes, we're going to follow him. right
into his devil trap.
Morning July 24th, 6 days out of Fort
Clark, McKenzie was ready for his
counter move against the renegade ex
Major Duncan.
>> Everything in order, sir. Each man has
two filled water bags in Federal.
They've been instructed to drink from
their cantens at will.
>> Yes, sir. They'll throw them away on the
trail as you ordered.
>> Destroy the water tank,
>> sir.
>> From this point on, there's no retreat
for us or for Duncan. Destroy it.
>> Forward.
>> McKenzie's pulling out.
All right, that narrows it down to the
supply we carry in our cantens. Collect
all the cantens, Mr. Cloud. I will
personally ration the water supply. Get
ready to follow them.
>> Follow them.
>> It's a 20-m ride to the border. Let's
get the goal there.
>> We're not leaving, my brother. Look, you
made the roof. He took his chances like
the rest of us. It could have been me.
Anybody.
>> Mr. Claude, if my brother dies, you die
with McKenzie.
>> And I say kill him now and get it over
with.
>> You're stupid, Cloud. You're saddle
trash. What would you know of pride? Of
the shame of being made to wallow in the
dirt before your own officers and your
men. That's why I want to see Mackenzie
tortured in the burning sun. Now, do you
understand?
>> Lead on, Major Duncan.
July 25th, the seventh day of broiling
desert wasteland. McKenzie led out,
knowing Duncan would have to follow,
into this furnace where every drop of
water was worth its weight in diamonds.
Ordinarily, a trooper could be shot for
wasting water, but this was a special
patrol under special orders.
That's the third empty canteen. I never
figured McKenzie to be a fool about
water.
>> Colonel McKenzie is anything but a fool.
Sergeant, you sure those cantens were
dropped in the trail where they can be
seen?
>> Yes, sir. I don't think Duncan can miss
spotting them.
>> Duncan will be holding back to conserve
his water while we use ours up. On the
other hand, he's got to make his move
pretty soon to rescue his brother. Kill
Eagle, double back and check for us. All
right, Sergeant,
we've got to go into that canyon and
make it look as though we're going
through it.
Look, another canteen. I was sure there
was no water this side of the mine, but
Mackenzie must know there is some. From
now on, we force march so we catch up
with him. Go on. Yeah.
Late morning, July 25th, saw McKenzie
carefully setting his trap. While Kill
Eagle back trailed to scout the oncoming
Duncan, McKenzie positioned his men in
the scanty shade behind the rocks.
Duncan coming fast.
When I give the signal, fire one volley,
no more. Just enough to make him take
cover. If I fire again, shoot to kill.
You won't have a second chance. All
right, Sergeant, take your position.
>> Trooper, guard him with your sidearm.
I'll take the rifle.
tracks are all scrambled. I can't read
the signs.
>> The signs were obvious to Duncan.
McKenzie must have rested here while his
scouts searched ahead for water. The
only logical place would be the floor of
the canyon ahead.
McKenzie was ready to spring the trap.
And his major weapon was in position
two, the burning sun.
We're on a ledge. LET'S MAKE A RUN FOR
IT.
>> MR. CLER, KILL YOU IF YOU deserve the
face of the enemy. Take cover.
>> The deadly waiting game went on.
McKenzie depended on the heat to drive
Duncan out of cover. And the sun was
slowly but surely doing its merciless
job.
>> We've got water and he hasn't.
>> Russell up one of our water bags and
let's relax.
>> Fred,
without food, a man could hold out for
days. Without water, his lifespan
becomes a few seemingly endless agonized
hours.
Let's find some shade. Keep low.
1 hour passed. Another 2:00.
Everything seemed to move in the
undulating waves of heat. Everything but
the sun.
3:00. Now the angled sunray shriveled
the last inch of shadow from Duncan's
Rock Barricade.
McKenzie knew the outlaw's only hope was
night. And to Duncan and his men, that
sundown might as well be a 100 years
away.
McKenzie had seen the scorching desert
do its work before. The outlaw's hopes
narrowed to three chances. Die behind
the rocks, surrender, or make a wild run
for the canyon mouth. They would have to
decide soon
and McKenzie was ready.
>> Duncan,
why don't you come out? You haven't got
a chance.
>> Look, we're rope meet anyway you look at
it. So why not make a run for it? You
want to play soldier Duncan? Play it
yourself. I'm still in command. Mr.
Cloud,
>> you just lost your command again, Mr.
Duncan,
>> they're getting set.
Remember, we've only got a few rounds of
ammunition left. If they come out, every
shot's got to count.
>> Let's make a run for it. I'll cover you.
All right, FIRE.
>> Duncan's horse bolted, sir. He's trapped
behind that boulder. I take, sergeant.
We circle around.
>> No,
>> he's my responsibility.
Duncan.
Duncan, you're all alone. What's your
choice? Die of thirst or surrender?
Toss out your gun first, then come out
with your hands up.
For the last time, Duncan faced his
former commanding officer as a prisoner.
And McKenzie was ready for anything but
Duncan's almost pathetic demand to
receive every military courtesy accorded
an officer of his rank.
The end of the day, the end of a hunt,
the end of a career.
Duncan escaped from Devil Trap after
all.
>> Yes, I guess he did.
But he didn't reckon with the trap he
set for himself.
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.
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