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The white men from the north

and the white men of Mexico

have drawn a line across

the middle of the land that feeds us.

We cannot go south to eat of the mescal

nor north to eat of the pinyon.

The hunger wolf chews on our strength.

Soon the warriors will be too weak to fight.

Then the white men will thrust us

away from the earth,

and only the empty sky will know

the voices of the Mescaleros.

Nice cold water.

Buenos dias senor gatito.

No?

If you'‘ll look behind you,

you'‘ll see it was self-defense.

That'‘s right mayor.

They drew on him.

And it looks that way.

You'‘re clean as far as the law goes Sam,

but you are leaving Spanish Boot.

I'‘d like to put it up with the good citizens here.

Oh, you'‘re a fast talker Sam,

but the town can'‘t afford to have you around.

You win too often.

I never heard that was a crime.

We won'‘t go into that,

but there'‘s one thing though,

you'‘re leaving town.

That'‘s all right with me.

There'‘s no room for a man of my capacities

in Spanish Boot.

You'‘re gonna be mighty lonesome Joe.

You won'‘t be missed.

Maybe not but, just the same

you'‘re gonna be mighty lonesome.

Are you talking about Sally?

I was just saying you'‘d be lonesome.

Just the same, I want you out of here by noon.

- Good morning, Reverend. - It is

a good morning Joe. You'‘ve done a fine day's work

before breakfast. Wait a minute.

Look Reverend I got a fire to attend.

You'‘re mayor as well as blacksmith here, Madden.

Reverend, you Welsh are funny people.

Can'‘t you leave well enough alone?

I got rid of one bad element.

That'‘s a start.

Don'‘t you want a good town?

Then you'‘ve got to prune

the sick branches.

Maybe you'‘re right, Reverend.

Let'‘s go.

There'‘s no place for a dance hall

in this hardworking town.

School and a new road

could better use the money

the young men waste on dancing.

Jehu,

summon before us the laughing woman,

who'‘s steps take hold on misery,

who'‘s feet lead down to death.

I expect you want to see Ms. Careless, Reverend.

I know what you want,

the silver mine is doing pretty good,

there aren'‘t any bad Indians around.

The town'‘s getting rich.

Time to reform and throw the rascals out.

- Woman, you... - Gentlemen,

I'‘m way ahead of you.

Make me an offer on this joint

and I'‘ll take the girls

to a real live town.

Woman, thy name is Babylon

and abomination.

Don'‘t call me names,

just make an offer on the building.

And remember, I won'‘t take a loss.

You know, Franks, this wouldn'‘t be a bad site

for a dry goods and notion shop.

Just knock out a couple of display windows

through the wall, widen the door

and set up a cash box.

I'‘ve thought of it.

When you make up your minds,

let me know. I'‘ll take the girls

to Silver Springs.

I hear you'‘re leaving town, Sam Slick.

Maybe so,

but my name is Leeds,

my friends call me that.

I'‘d always counted you a friend.

Sure Leeds, sure.

Good morning Sam Slick.

My name is Leeds, my friends call me so.

I never thought of myself as your friend.

What will you have for breakfast?

- You know it. - I'‘ll get it.

Wait a minute Sally I can feed later.

I'‘m leaving Spanish Boot.

I heard about the shooting.

Well, there are a lot of other towns,

some are exciting and some are not.

We'‘ll try to hit the ones that are

if you'‘ll come with me.

We'‘d had a lot of fun Sally

since I'‘ve been here.

We'‘ve had a lot of fun.

Well?

Sam Slick, you know exactly

how I feel about you.

You are the most excitement,

the most anything I ever had,

but I want more than that.

If you mean what I think I mean

then Reverend Griffin could say the words

before we leave town.

That wouldn'‘t change things, Sam.

I'‘m thinking about the roses,

and how I'‘m probably the only girl in the world

that ever had a man send 200 miles for roses

for her birthday,

pretty wonderful to think about.

But how did you get the money, Sam?

From Roy Warren, playing Monte.

Roy didn'‘t think so.

You played with him again last night.

Now he'‘s dead.

You heard, he drew first.

That'‘s got nothing to do with you and me Sally.

It'‘s got everything to do with us.

They'‘re kicking you out of Spanish Boot,

they'‘ll kick you out of the next town,

I want no part of it.

Some men are makers,

they'‘ve to sweat for what they want.

I'‘m a taker, I've got to be one.

You could be good and honest.

I saw my father work his heart out

on a lathe in Bridgeport.

He died young, he died broke.

He was an honest man.

I never wanna be one.

I'‘m just honest enough to tell you that Sally

and still ask you to come with me.

You will have to go without me Sam.

Maybe I'‘m selfish.

All I want is what every woman wants,

a home, a place in the town where she lives,

- and an honest husband. - Yeah, it all adds up

kind of dull and tame like Joe Madden.

Oh, don'‘t be stupid.

I'‘m not talking about Joe or anybody else.

I'‘m taking about how I feel.

Can'‘t you understand that?

Yeah, I'‘m beginning to understand

a lot of things,

I didn'‘t see how the cards were stacked.

It seems Joe Madden has a lot more reasons

for getting rid of me than I thought.

I'‘ll stick around a while.

Ah, that'‘s healthy a burro colt

as I ever did see, Chacho.

He run so much,

he jumps so much,

maybe he'‘s nervous maybe, huh.

Ah, that'‘s a healthy disease,

a good disease.

Ah, a few years will cure him.

Would you say it was noon, Chacho?

The sun is straight up.

Sam.

It'‘s past noon, Sam.

I own a watch, but I'‘ve changed my mind.

I think I'‘ll stay in Spanish Boot.

I don'‘t remember we gave any choice.

You haven'‘t any charges against me

that will hold up in court.

My decision that you are no good for this town

may not be strictly legal

but you understand.

It'‘s a convenient decision,

leaves you a nice clear field with Sally.

It'‘s just the kind of a decision

that a pious mouth hypocrite would make.

I said you are leaving.

Drop it.

Now get up and get out.

Look Sam, this isn'‘t between you and me.

And it has nothing to do with Sally.

You'‘re going just like Betty and the girls

because you'‘re no good for the town.

And the town has no use for you.

You wouldn'‘t send me out without my gun.

The road to Silver Springs is safe enough.

The only place that isn'‘t safe for you is Spanish Boot.

Now, if you can hurry up and catch the girls.

They'‘ll be good company for you on the road.

- So long, honey. - Bye.

- So long. - Bye-bye.

- Bye. - So long.

Sam.

Let it be.

They took my hair,

Apaches,

Mescalero Apaches.

Mescaleros?

Yes.

They'‘re back on the border.

There'‘s a lot of them--

Mescalero, hundred--

maybe two hundred.

They came down on the rocks

like ghosts.

It'‘s bad.

They say so themselves.

Their hearts are bad.

They didn'‘t come howling

or hooping.

You'‘ll...

warn the town,

Sam.

Sure.

You got to warn the town.

Sure, I'‘ll warn them.

♪ Be ♪

♪ Lord I ♪

♪ Thou who ♪

♪ Nor ♪

The Mescalero Indians are over the border.

They bushwhacked Betty and the girls

in Pass.

They'‘re heading this way.

Look, you'‘ve got to listen to me.

I only came back to warn you.

I didn'‘t make it.

Come outside.

Now, Sam, what is it?

Look, I'‘ve got no reason to coming back here.

I'‘ll tell you, the Mescaleros are on the prod.

You better get set for them.

Pedro-Peter.

Pedro-Peter here is a scout from Fort Cook.

Tell him. Where are all the Mescaleros?

Two days now since troops chased Victorio

and all Mescalero fighting men

across border to Mexico.

You help fight them? That'‘s the truth, Sam.

There is no war party this side of the border

big enough to butcher a sheep.

Did you really see any Indians?

Well, did you?

Yes, why should I lie to you, Joe?

That I wouldn'‘t know. But whatever the reason,

you'‘re not gonna get away with it.

Sally, tell these people

whatever else I do, I don'‘t lie.

Well, tell them.

I'‘m not lying.

The Indians killed Betty and the girls.

There must have been an awful lot of Indians

to scare you back into town

but we don'‘t want you here.

I'‘m not going out again.

These good citizens

will help you on your way.

- Throw him out. - Throw him out.

Ride him out of the

Yeah, yeah.

Oh, look.

Whoa, whoa. Steady.

Hold there. Hold it.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Steady, boy. Steady, steady.

Whoa.

Here, give me a hand.

It'‘s an Apache arrow.

They were ambushed.

- I guess you are right. - When this is over...

When this is over, you'‘re leaving town.

I'‘ve heard all the arguments

and I'‘ll still say we ought to send a messenger

- to the fort. - The mayor has told you

why he feels it isn'‘t worth the risk.

It'‘s best to risk one man

than to risk the whole town.

Well, since the most of you

are in favor of sending word,

who would like to take a little ride.

I'‘ll take that little ride.

You'‘re kind of young, aren'‘t you?

- The kid can ride. - How do you know?

I ought to know. I'‘m his Pa.

There may be a big war party out there.

Let me ride my own horse,

and there'‘s not an Indian pony

that will even smell his dust.

Oh.

You need not hurry.

Sam,

about what happened in front of the church.

I'‘m sorry

but I couldn'‘t say anything.

I suppose not.

I'‘d like to tell you that deep in here,

I do believe you.

But when you tell me to say that you don'‘t lie, I couldn't.

What'‘s in here isn't proof.

That'‘s all right.

I was trying to explain that...

All right. You said you were sorry.

I want you to understand...

Sure. I understand.

You'‘d like me to be a good man like Joe.

I want you to be a good man

like the best of Sam Leeds.

A Sam Leeds that came back to warn the town

- that threw him out. - No. Why do we have to talk

about all this?

I'‘m back, we're here.

You won'‘t listen.

Go on. Get out. And I'‘ve got to lock up.

Where is he going?

To the fort.

Do you think the kid can make it?

Maybe.

Maybe not.

You talk well.

Maybe you talk to the mayor.

- What about? - That Lt. Glidden told me

to wait for him.

Tomorrow, he comes here.

Why send the boy?

There'‘s no sense of my talking to the mayor.

- You are a white man. - There are white men

that other white people don'‘t believe.

What boy were you talking about?

Bert Keon.

The scout felt he might get killed?

- That'‘s roughly it. - And you wouldn'‘t even try

to talk to Joe?

He wouldn'‘t believe me. Why should he?

Even you wouldn'‘t tell them I was truthful.

Good luck, Bert.

Do you wanna say something to Bert?

No. Nothing.

He'‘s a good rider. He'‘ll make it.

Oh. Can I walk home with you, Sally?

Sure.

I'‘m sorry Sam had to come back.

I'‘d hope he went to Silver Springs and missed me--

really missed me,

get a job and make good and send for me.

He can still have them, Sally.

Well, I thought maybe he changed

when he fought his way back to town

but he hasn'‘t.

He'‘s still Sam

and I'‘m still me.

And I feel just the same way about him.

What will I do, Joe?

I can'‘t tell you.

I was hoping Sam would stay away.

It'‘s kind of a pity that I only like bad men

and wanna make them good.

Shouldn'‘t he be back by now?

Don'‘t worry about your boy, Mrs. Keon.

He'‘s on a good horse and he'‘s a smart lad.

Yes. Bert'‘s too smart a boy to be caught

by no-account Indians.

Please take Senora Keon away.

Please, please, Mrs. Keon, please.

Go

- Oh, no. - Please.

Oh, no. Oh, God.

The people will not drink their water?

You see, the Mescaleros put the dead boy on the well?

Who knows, maybe will bring the trees back to life.

Where they said?

Are you thirsty?

But it is the law of the Apache,

"No touch the dead.

No touch a thing that touch the dead."

Come on in, I'‘ll get you a beer.

White men have law,

"No beer, no whiskey for Indians."

That law doesn'‘t obtain that you can'‘t get drinking water,

come on.

Two beers here, Sally.

You know it'‘s against the law

to sell or give liquor to an Indian.

But you'‘re selling it to me.

Sit down.

Go on, I just had one a little while ago.

Any of you men got water?

We'‘re scouting water for the kids and women.

I'‘ve got some water in the kitchen,

water from yesterday.

- Thank you, Miss. - Come along Mr. Keon.

We should be making plans to get water.

It has been discussed.

The mayor has decided to wait for the patrol.

That was a decision he could have made last night.

The decision to send young Keon to the fort

was made by all of us

not just by Joe Madden.

Now it is our decision

and his that we wait.

If there were 10 real men here,

I'‘d volunteer to take them out for water.

I'‘ve got a stake wagon in the dim.

If they went I'‘d go with them.

Well, that'‘s one man.

You have no right to do this, Leeds.

I don'‘t like women and children going thirsty, Rev. Griffin.

Count me in.

That'‘s two men, who else?

Well, looks like we gonna have a party.

Get your rig hitched up, huh?

You'‘re taking these men to their death?

Well, they volunteered. All right, men

let'‘s get going, huh?

Joe Madden may have something to say about this.

Do you know what you'‘re doing, Sam?

- Getting water. - Because of the women and children?

- That'‘s right. - You didn'‘t worry very much

about Bert Keon last night, he was just a kid.

- This is different. - I wish I could believe that

except that I know you.

And this looks like a very good chance for Sam Leeds

to show up the mayor,

the Mayor who drove him out of town

and wouldn'‘t believe him when he came back.

You really know me, don'‘t you, Sally?

This isn'‘t a very smart move, boys.

You'‘ll have to go to Boyd Canyon for water

and they'‘ll bushwhack you there surely.

We want water for the women and kids.

You can ask the women and kids, maybe they'‘ll tell you

they rather have live husbands and fathers

than a promise of water they'‘ll never get.

I told the boys you'‘d say that.

Our minds are made up.

So your minds are made up, eh, boys?

- That'‘s right. - Yes.

- Sure are. - You betcha.

That leaves me no choice.

If they'‘re determined to get killed,

there'‘s nothing you can do.

You don'‘t want blood on your hands.

Here. If you'‘re going, take a decent gun.

Thanks.

Hey, Sam, look who'‘s in the wagon.

What are you doing here?

Might need another man.

I thought you'‘re against the whole idea?

I am.

I warn you again to turn back

before the Indians ambush you.

We'‘ve come this far, I guess we can make it

the rest of the way.

We'‘ll be glad if you help though with the water barrels,

Reverend.

Ho.

Take a good drink, boys, then we'‘ll fill the barrels.

Hell, the only faces I see aren'‘t Indians.

Indians are the devil'‘s children.

Their eyes are as sharp as his.

- They know you are here. - They must be looking

the other way, huh?

All right, boys, let'‘s fill the barrels.

Keep a sharp eye out now for those Indians.

Indians, Indians.

Indians, really Indians.

I'‘m certainly glad to see you, Lt. Glidden.

- Trouble? - Last night,

my men reported a big war party.

We tried to get word to the fort

but our messenger was killed.

Oh, you can count yourself fortune,

you only lost one man.

Victorio'‘s back across the border with 200 Braves.

Col. Evans of the 2nd Cavalry cut his trail last night.

Oh, some of the men were a little doubtful

when you'‘d ride in so they went out for water.

I suppose they'‘re safe enough.

I don'‘t know. I'‘ve learned not to

underestimate the Apache.

They can move as fast on foot as on horse.

Find water anywhere and survive on a diet of juice,

rattlesnake, and lizard.

They could be anywhere.

Where did your men go?

- Boyd Canyon. - Boyd Canyon?

Well, we better get out there and convoy them back.

Well, wait for me and I'‘ll ride with you.

All right.

I like your notion, Reverend

that Apaches are just evil

as the Lord created to try honest men.

I'‘d say if I'm not an honest man.

You do well to boast of something better

than your lack of honesty.

I could boast how easy it was

to go out and get the water.

And the mayor was too scared to scout out of town.

Yes, you would make such a boast,

maybe your only reason for coming out here.

Apaches.

Whip those horses.

Hi-yah.

Let'‘s get that out.

Go on, go on.

Three shots left.

How'‘s it with you?

Wait, hold your fire.

If we'‘re going to die, get that one.

Aim at the chief.

The one with the purple shirt, huh?

You must have been praying, Reverend.

I'‘ve had little to do with Indians

but I'‘ve heard much and none to tell me

they would ride away from two defenseless men.

I winged the chief.

I give the credit and praise unto God.

Maybe.

You look tired, Reverend.

Let'‘s take a spell.

When I was a lad in Wells,

I would never have believed

that I'‘d sit in the middle of the Great American Desert

with a common gambler sitting beside me

and the cries of Indians

still ringing in my ears.

If anybody told me yesterday

I'‘d be sitting side-by-side with a preacher

I never would'‘ve believed.

Thanks for staying.

I might not have gotten out of it alone.

I stayed behind for the sake of the others.

Look, Reverend,

you give a dog a bad name

and everybody throws a stone at him.

Sure, I gamble.

I drink too.

I killed a man who was trying to kill me.

This is-- this is a rough country,

you got to take care of yourself.

You don'‘t work, you mock those who do,

you care nothing for your fellow men.

This is what makes your whole life an offense

even to Sally who loves you.

Those are some very choice words to tell me

what I think about all that.

I won'‘t waste them on a desert.

Come on.

Another band of Mescaleros.

Might be.

Might be the same bunch coming back.

Oh, the devil'‘s creatures playing cat and mouse

to torture us.

No bullets, no protection,

not even anything worth taking a last look at.

It'‘s God's Earth, man, you wouldn'‘t reject it

in the hour of your death.

Are you going to pray?

I have spoken to him all of my life.

You feel it'‘s my fault that you'‘re out here?

I put no blame on you, no.

I don'‘t know if it'll make you feel any better,

- you'‘re right. - About what?

I never really cared about the town needing water.

I just want to show what a smart fellow I was.

I wanted Sally to see that,

make a fool out of Joe.

Now, I only wish I could tell her I was wrong

- about a lot of things. - She will know.

Well, I guess the winning hand always comes up

after the game'‘s been played, that'‘s the way always.

Look.

Soldiers.

Yes.

They'‘re soldiers.

Soldiers.

Water.

- Here. - Oh, thanks.

Take it easy.

I was surprised to see you, fellas,

with the hair on your heads,

but then the Apaches have a saying,

"Never trust the eyes of a man who is running away."

- What do you mean? - Well, that fella told me

you stayed behind to fight a rear guard action

against the big party of Braves.

Oh, they were moving pretty fast but I'‘d say there were 30

- of them. - Yeah.

Sam shot the chief and then they rode away.

He was a big Indian in a purple shirt?

- That'‘s right. - Your town is safe, mayor.

This man seems to have killed or wounded Victorio.

They won'‘t attack if he's dead.

They'‘ll spend time mourning.

Victorio is the very soul of the Mescaleros,

their prophet, priest,

and warchief all in one.

If you'‘re one of mine, then I'‘ll have you up for promotion?

This is one of mine, Lieutenant,

I'‘d like to say that he did a fine thing

to stay behind and fight and let the others get

a running start, a fine thing.

Uh, I don'‘t figure it that way, Joe.

Now, Lieutenant, you'‘d oblige me by arresting this man.

- Why? What for? - Disobeying my orders

and risking the lives of 10 men.

Oh, I'‘m afraid you're asking me to go beyond my authority.

The United States Army is only concerned with federal law.

Then you have no option but to arrest this man.

As mayor, I'‘ll be putting charges against Sam Leeds

for giving liquor to an Indian.

But I only bought Pedro-Peter a beer.

The man was thirsty. The water was polluted.

There'‘s no exceptions to the law,

is there Lieutenant?

I'‘m afraid not.

I know there'‘s bad blood and some rivalry

between you and this man, Joe.

I'‘d ask you to think on that before you make up your mind.

I don'‘t wanna do it, Reverend, but I have to.

The next time this man goes against town authority,

we may not be so lucky.

Sam Leeds and I have fought together.

We saw death right up to us.

I feel I know this man. There'‘s good in him.

The kind of good that will help the town you love so much,

- Joe Madden. - It'‘s all right, Reverend.

I probably have it coming to me.

You realize that men have been given as much as 20 years

in federal prison for giving liquor to an Indian.

- You'‘re sure-- - I'‘m sure.

Well then, Mr. Leeds,

against my wishes, I have to put you under arrest.

Present arms.

Lt. Glidden said you'‘d be going within the hour.

I thought I'‘d say goodbye.

Let me buy you a farewell drink.

What are they doing now?

Burying Betty and the girls.

They'‘re giving Bert Keon a military funeral

figuring he died like a soldier.

Oh.

Thanks.

I may be gone a long time, Sally.

It'‘s kind of funny that out there in the desert,

I saw things clear too late.

I'‘ve cheated all my life and gotten away with it

and now when I wanna do right,

they arrest me for a kindness.

I don'‘t think it'‘ll be too long.

You would believe me this time, Sally,

if I told you that I really would try.

It'‘s, kind of, important that you do.

You see, it'‘s the only way I'‘ll know

you would be waiting for me when I get out.

Order arms.

Ready,

aim,

fire.

Fall back.

Run, while you have a chance.

- No, Sam, I won'‘t leave you. - Please, please, run.

I won'‘t leave you.

Oh, Sally. You can'‘t help me.

It won'‘t do any good to have you killed.

Go and be reasonable for my sake.

- No, Sam. - You run...

Get the gun. Yeah, put it here.

No, no, the barrel.

That'‘s it.

This way.

Run for it.

What about these?

You'‘re Lt. Glidden's prisoner.

Well, I can'‘t fight with these on.

You'‘ll need every man you can get.

We'‘re safe enough.

The walls are four feet thick.

The doors are old but they'‘re oak.

Bring the man here.

The key'‘s in my pocket.

You aren'‘t safe.

This is a hard place to defend.

Look, the windows are too high.

You can'‘t fire up

but they can scale the walls.

There are too many windows

and too few of us.

There'‘s no food,

no water,

no bandages.

The fighting men,

the Braves of the Mescalero,

they'‘ll come through the windows.

Pedro-Peter,

what time is it?

The big stick and the little stick

point to the west.

Quarter to 9:00.

Let'‘s use our belts, men.

Here'‘s mine.

I always American custom

wearing two belts.

One for your pants,

one for your pistol.

Why need belt?

You wear no pants.

Oh, Roy, you'‘re pretty light,

scramble up here while we hold it.

- It works pretty good. - Careful, Roy.

I'‘ve no knack at carpentry but...

here'‘s a job I can do.

Watch this, magic.

Hey, there wouldn'‘t be any Indians around

if you kids didn'‘t have nickels in your ears.

Here, look, see?

Where'‘d they go?

You got one right there.

Where'‘d the other one go?

Oh, you got one here.

Well, the magician opened the act,

now it'‘s time for a Lady Soprano.

Oh, I can'‘t sing. I wouldn'‘t want to sing.

I don'‘t know anything about magician'‘s tricks either.

Go on, anything will do.

Do you know this song?

♪ Oranges and lemons ♪

♪ Say the bells of St. Clement'‘s ♪

♪ You owe me five farthings ♪

♪ Say the bells of St. Martin'‘s ♪

♪ When will you pay me? ♪

♪ Say the bells of Old Bailey ♪

♪ I do not know ♪

♪ Says the great bell of Bow ♪

♪ Here comes the candle ♪

♪ To light you to bed ♪

What'‘s the matter with you, Bob?

Why didn'‘t you yell out when you saw the Apache?

But I couldn'‘t see him, Joe.

The hid him from my view.

I'‘ll relieve Bob a while.

A fella'‘s eyes get tired doing this.

We chain watchdogs in Wales.

Even a dog will turn on his master

to protect another dog.

That man is an Apache.

Pedro-Peter,

these handcuffs are government property.

You'‘re a soldier of the government,

take charge of it.

You may regret this.

They begin.

It sounds like dance music.

It'‘s a vile music of the heathen.

Our guests seem to be having a ball outside.

You'‘ve had enough.

Take a spell.

Any water?

Not a drop.

Well, I'‘m not really thirsty,

it'‘s just the music.

- Yeah. - Gives you

That'‘s the music of drinking.

The tune for the

Apache whiskey that makes them brave.

I'‘ve heard of it.

You'‘ll know more about it after tonight.

You didn'‘t kill Victorio.

When that music changes,

watch the windows.

You see, they don'‘t drink to get drunk.

Their drinking is like praying,

and then they kill.

He'‘s telling me about the Indians.

The heathen.

I know their crushed belief.

That a thousand dead men will rise

to take the place of those that die.

They'‘re not praying.

It'‘s only an excuse to kill.

Oh, so you don'‘t know them.

The Apaches are a dying race.

Their women are barren,

their own children in their

and now Victorio has given them hope.

Songs to sing,

music to dance to,

and a belief that if they kill and die,

they can have a thousand sons.

Warrior sons to fight.

Ghost warriors.

The young Apaches drink to this win

for not to feel pain.

Not the pain of a wound,

not even the pain of dying.

They will come to kill you

and to die.

I better tell Joe Madden.

Joe,

the lieutenant says this is some kind

of religious time for them.

They are trying to get themselves killed

just to breed ghost stories,

something like that.

I'‘ve heard about it.

We'‘ve got to listen to the music.

When it changes, that'‘s when they come through the windows.

I'‘m gonna tell the rest.

Take my place.

Yeah.

I'‘ll take your place but I don'‘t want you to take mine.

Let'‘s forget about that for now.

- All right. - For now.

Does a friend of the army

talk with a are his words like ashes

that the wind can blow them away?

I put my hand on the white man'‘s book.

I fight for the white man.

What is an oath to an Indian?

A great deal more than of most white men.

Mrs. Keon.

What'‘s going on, Sam?

What does the music mean?

It'‘s going to be a long night.

When things start,

better keep the kids away from the window

and take care of yourselves, Sally.

You'‘re the last one I'‘d want anything to happen to.

Except myself.

That'‘s my girl.

That'‘s it. That'‘s it.

Hold your fire.

We can'‘t fight in the dark, Joe.

Better keep the kids away from the candles.

Yeah, but that'‘s not good enough.

We got to have the whole place lit up.

How can you fight and hold a candle at the same time?

Well, let the women hold the candles.

- I'‘ll take one. - I don'‘t wanna hold no light,

just give me a gun.

You carry light, one for you, Mrs. Keon.

Your man did well, like other beasts,

an Indian can see in the dark.

He can'‘t see in the dark any more than you can.

He used his head, it'‘s good human intelligence.

You did well.

For my friend.

I'‘m thirsty.

I'‘m awful thirsty.

You'‘ll have to be patient.

You'‘ll have to be still.

When morning comes, there'‘ll be water.

I'‘m thirsty.

I'‘m ever so thirsty.

You cry like a little kitty cat.

You want milk?

My burro will give you milk.

Quick, keep my boys out.

The troops will be here in the morning.

Just a few more hours.

It'‘s that racket, those drums.

Be of good faith, man.

If you don'‘t like the Apache noise,

- make some of your own. - That'‘s right.

Never was from the reverend, never heard of a Welshman

that didn'‘t have a song for every occasion.

I'‘ve no voice for singing alone.

Well, we'‘ll all sing. Just name the tune.

I give you a fighting song,

the "Men of Harlech".

There goes a of Spanish boot.

Only the buildings.

Sally, I'‘ve been thinking about Sam.

Sam and me.

He sounded fine tonight,

the best spot this season.

Best help a man could have.

Sometimes it'‘s easier to be brave than honest, Joe.

I was wrong making charges against him.

I'‘ll fix that up.

I'‘ve grown to expect good news from you.

I hope Sam sees it that way too.

Don'‘t shoot, don't shoot.

Don'‘t fire. Let him talk.

What did he say?

He wants to know if there'‘s a doctor here.

I wish there was.

Pedro-Peter.

Ask him why he wants a doctor.

He says Victorio is hurt.

If we have a doctor, we can fix him up there.

They'‘ll go away and leave us alone.

Would be all right if we had one.

Wait a minute.

How good is their word?

Good.

Tell him the doctor wants to know

what happens if Victorio dies.

He says he'‘ll kill us all.

What'‘s the difference? Isn'‘t that what they're to do?

If they really wanna take the church,

they'‘ll attack in force, you haven'‘t a chance.

If Victorio stayed alive until morning,

then the troops would be here, we'‘d be safe.

A smart fellow could make them believe he was a doctor.

Come to think of it, I'‘ve always wanted to be

- a doctor. - You can'‘t help Victorio.

I didn'‘t say I could, I'‘m just stalling.

I'‘ve got a knack at healing. I know something about it.

Look, you'‘re a great horse doctor, Joe.

There isn'‘t too much difference between a horse and a human,

at least I know how to get started.

- You wouldn'‘t even know that. - But you'‘re the mayor,

- you'‘re needed here. - I'‘ll make you my deputy.

Tell the Apache I'‘m packing my little black bag.

Maybe he can use this with a good hand.

Remember you'‘re my deputy, do a good job.

I'‘d rather play sick nurse to Victorio.

You may be a better doctor but I'‘m a better bluffer.

Joe, good luck.

Yeah, Joe must be giving that Indian quite a treat.

When do you think Colonel Haven and his troops

- might get here? - Maybe 8:00, maybe 9:00.

If Victorio dies, there'‘s nothing we can do.

Nothing.

I know they fought them off all night.

But they weren'‘t trying.

When they hit that door, we'‘re finished.

They can break it or they can burn it,

and it'‘s all over.

And I only hope Joe is a good human doctor.

Well, that Indian has a good horse.

Sir, sir.

Don'‘t open. Don'‘t open the door.

Close the door.

If I live to bury Joe Madden,

I'‘ll say only four words over his grave.

This was a man.

That means Victorio is dead.

Yeah.

There'‘s no hope, is there?

You never know how the cards will fall.

I think you know.

Have you told the others?

I can'‘t think of what to tell them

or even if I should.

If you yourself didn'‘t know, Sam,

what would you wanna know?

The truth.

So do other people.

Reverend...

there is no chance.

You'‘d better prepare the people.

I will.

Look, look at the door.

Stand back.

We'‘ll fire when they come through.

We can keep it out. Get wood.

Keep that doorway burning.

Come on, come on.

We need more.

Come on, bring up the benches.

We need more wood

Come on, more wood, more wood.

Come on.

Get back. Get back.

Rip up the floor.