All language subtitles for (1956)QuincannonFrontierScout.ING

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* Quincannon, Quincannon,
Quincannon *

* remember the name Quincannon

* Quincannon of the west

* Quincannon of the west

* a fighter, a battler,
and fast as a rattler *

* when danger was about

* a good man, a fair man,
a two-fisted square man *

* Quincannon, frontier scout

* a frontier scout is a man

* who rides to see
what lies ahead *

* he bosses the wagons,
and he keeps 'em in line *

* and watches the trail
for an injun sign *

* an overturned pebble

* can tell him where
an injun's tread *

* a frontier scout is a man

* who knows where
the buffaloes will graze *

* his rifle's a legend,
and his gun is law *

* there ain't a man livin'
that he can't outdraw *

* and the ladies all agree that
he has the winnin'est ways *

* Quincannon, Quincannon,
Quincannon *

* remember the name Quincannon

* Quincannon of the west

* Quincannon of the west

hey, Sonny.

Driver: Giddap! Ha!

Know anyone around here
named Quincannon?

Yeah, he's in
the saloon.

Quinny, them fellers
are lookin' for ya.

I gathered as much.

You... you an outlaw?

What'd they give ya?

Couple of coppers.

Couple of coppers?

Trade ya for
a silver cartwheel.

Okay?

Okay.

Thanks.

So long, Dickie.

Say, boy.
You, little shaver.

Come here a minute.
I wanna talk to ya.

Son, there's nobody
by the name of Quincannon
in there.

Sure, I saw him
go in.

What did he
have on, son?

What'd he
look like?

Don't you guys
know him?

There.
That's him.

It is.

Now, you wouldn't
wanna joke...

He's around here someplace.
We'll find him.

Fine, quinny, I'll have
that black horse saddled up
before you get back.

That'll be in five minutes.
Soon as I pack.

Right.

(Footsteps approaching)

Would you please
get out of here?

(Screams)

Sorry, ma'am, just trying
to avoid an emergency.

(Muffled screams)

You hit pleasantly.

Now, if you'll
stop spitting,

little bobcat,
I'll let you go.

Is that a treaty? Huh?

(Screams)

(Screaming continues)

So, Quincannon,
here you are.

Am I?

Would you gentlemen
please get this polecat

out of my room?

We'll do that,
ma'am. Maybe.

We're glad
to find him here.

Happy as bears
in a Berry patch.

Would you mind telling me,
gentlemen,

what's all this trackin'
and trailin' about?

From col. Conover, sir.

He'd like to talk with you.

Oh, the army, eh?

I thought you were
from down Kansas way.

Had a little trouble
down there.

Nothing important.

Give the colonel
my respects.

Tell him the army'll
have to do without me.

In the name of
the United States,

I herewith arrest you.

Using force
if necessary.

Force is necessary.

(Grunting)

(Grunting)

Oh, seven years bad luck.

(Door opens)

Ramrod's on
his way up, sir.

I mean the colonel,
bless him.

(Footsteps approaching)

(Knock at door)

Colonel.

Where is he,
lieutenant?

In the next room, sir.

Never mind.

You make seeing
an old friend

a very difficult manner,
quinny.

Friend?

You should have
answered my letters.

Correspondence is one
of my many weaknesses.

That's very inconsiderate
of you.

I've had men
out looking for you

as far South as
forts fetterman and Reno.

That's very friendly of you.

So are these ties
of friendship.

Burke!

Release Mr. Quincannon.

This the only way you
could handle the situation,
lieutenant?

Your orders were, sir,
for me to find Mr. Quincannon

and then to hold him.

To hold him, sir,
this action was necessary.

Mr. Quincannon has a habit
of hitting people

with anything he can
get his hands on, colonel.

Burke, out west here,
people don't put handcuffs
on grizzly bears

unless they don't know.

I wouldn't mention this
to anyone.

They might not believe you.

How'd you do it anyway?

I say, how'd you do it?

Well, sir,
it was like this.

We entered the room...

No hard feelings, lieutenant.

Dismissed. Stand by.

I know how much the army
meant to you, quinny.

It was your whole life.

You had a great career
ahead of you.

You smashed it. Why?

Get to the point, Harry.

A shipment of rifles
is missing.

New Henrys.
Lever-action repeaters.

Eight hundred of them.

And 10,000 rounds
of ammunition.

Where'd it happen?

Near fort c.F. Smith.

Those rifles
were to rearm

the garrisons of
the bozeman trail forts.

Hmm.

That's red cloud's country.

Cheyenne, sioux,
and arapaho.

The shipment was secret.

I was the only one
in the command
that knew about it.

The word was brought direct
by courier from Washington.

None of my subordinates
knew about it.

The shipment was sent
by ordinary freight.

The rifles were packed
in flour barrels.

The guards were
armed civilians.

The hostiles raided and...

Do you realize what
800 rapid-fire repeaters

could mean in the hands
of savages like the arapaho
and the Cheyenne?

When we fight,
we're patriots.

When the Indians
fight for their homes,

their savages.

By the great horn spoon,
you sound happy about it.

You're getting to be
part Indian.

Please, quinny, I didn't
come here for a sermon.

I need your help.

Who got the rifles?

Arapahos, I think.

Iron wolf's band.

Iron wolf, huh?

He's very ambitious.

His people run with
dull knife's cheyennes.

He'll use those rifles to
build himself up politically
into a big chief.

He wants to outdo
dull knife and red cloud.

You see, quinny,
that's why I need you.

You know these things.

You know the arapaho
and the Cheyenne.

You speak their lingo.
You've lived with 'em.

You know how they think.

Please, will you take
this scout mission?

Find these rifles before
they can be used against us.

You have good scouts.

California Joe,
Johnny redwing.

Well, they're not 10%
of Quincannon for this job.

No, Harry.

You gone yella, quin?

Quinny, I...

Quinny, I'm sorry!

Quinny!

Quinny. I apologize.

I didn't mean that.
Please listen to me.

Col. Conover?

At your orders.

Lt. Burke told me
you were here.

Miss Mason, may I
present col. Conover.

How do you do,
miss Mason.

You'll excuse me.

Quinny, will you have
the courtesy to wait
and hear me out?

Miss Mason,
won't you sit down?

Now, is there anything
I can do for you?

I'm on my way
to ft. Smith, colonel.

Oh, are you?
Very interesting...

And very dangerous.

You'll have to have
a very good reason

for me to authorize
such a request.

From gen. Sheridan.

Asking you to help me.

And the general leaves it
to my discretion.

Why do you want to go there?

My brother, corp. Mason,
was stationed at ft. Smith.

He's being held
for $2,000 ransom,

and I've brought the money.

Oh, who is holding him
and where?

Indians. Arapahos, I think.

I was given a message
in Washington telling me

to bring the money
to ft. Smith.

Was that in the incident
you mentioned, Harry?

No, that was earlier.

Lt. Hostedder
and a sergeant
had a patrol out.

It was ambushed.

Only the lieutenant
and the sergeant
escaped alive.

Wasn't a paymaster's guard
wiped out and a month's
payroll stolen?

You know the Indians
have no use for money, Harry.

They give it to
their children for toys.

Oh, miss Mason.
Have you received any report

from the department
of the army
on your brother?

He was reported
killed in action.

Madam, I regret to say
that if you have received
such a notice,

it is true.

The army never makes mistakes,
miss Mason.

Is capt. Bell still
in command at ft. Smith?

He was my brother's
commanding officer.

Yes, he is still
in command there.

I met capt. Bell
in Washington last summer

when he was on leave.

He's a fine man.

And a fine officer.

And I would like to hear
from his own lips

that my brother is dead.

Perhaps there's still
a chance he is alive

with the Indians.

Madam, I can save you
a useless trip

and possibly your life.

Your request is denied.

Then I will have to go
back to gen. Sheridan

and have him
order you to...

Your privilege.

Give the general
my compliments.

Good day, sir.

I am sorry, miss Mason.

Good day.

I couldn't
let her risk her life
on a wild goose chase.

There's more to this
than meets the eye.

Yes, there is.

And I didn't change
my own mind, Harry.

What the girl said
did it.

I'm going,
and I'm taking her with me.

Looks like you've got
a lot of white skunks

in the Garrison
at ft. Smith.

Iron wolf
is an Indian skunk

if there ever was one,

and I'll do
anything I can

to keep him from arousing

the Cheyenne
and the sioux

and arming them
with those Henrys.

I'll also try to uncover
any mess at the post.

There are people who
try to provoke the Indians

so they can
kill 'em off faster.

If I can prevent another
washita massacre, Harry,

I'll do it,

and I'll kill any man,

Indian or white,

gets in my way.

No regrets.

The girl is a decoy, then,

so you can uncover
a mess at the fort?

Prettier pigeon
I've never seen.

Revenge is what
you really want.

I don't want you blackening
the good name of the army.

Won't be me, Harry.

If it's blackened,
it's been done already.

Well, I can't believe

that any of our men
at ft. Smith could...

If you do find
anything out of line,

let me know about it.

I will.

Now write me out
a military pass
for miss Mason.

Put her in my custody
and under my orders.

How many men do you want?

Two.

Two what?

Two squads? Two troops?

Two men.

Are you joking?

Is that safe?

No,
it's less dangerous.

It's your party.

I'll take that
shave-tail Burke,

and that
sergeant Calvin.

Your bosom friends.

They were smart enough
to find me,

had enough gumption
to jump me.

They'll work out fine.

I'll need four good mounts
and a pack horse.

I'll give you an army voucher
to the liberty stable owner.

Oh, and I want
Calvin and Burke

dressed as cowhands
or buffalo hunters.

You'll break Burke's heart
taking away his uniform.

I don't think so.

You know, it's fun
giving the colonel orders.

Have 'em ready in front
of the stable at daybreak.

I gotta get the pigeon
ready for flight.

(Rooster crows)

Detail reporting
for duty, sir.

Skip the "sirs"
from now on.

This stays here.

But... but I'll need some
indication of rank or uniform.

Listen, Burke,

the academy is still
on the Hudson

2,000 Miles
east of here.

My advice is
to leave it there.

Now, the saddles
are in the stable.

Bring 'em out.

Oh, Burke,

take that ramrod
out of your back.

You'll ride
much easier.

Man: Quinny.

Morning, ma'am.
Morning.

Hi, colonel.
Morning, quinny.

How you gonna ride
in an outfit like that?

Side-saddle.

You'll do
better walking.

What are you doing?

Could've at least put on
the riding boots I gave you.

They were too large.

Everything here?

Yes, and you can
have it all back.

No lady would be seen
in these.

Ma'am, you'd like a lady
in anything or nothing.

What, uh, what makes you
think they'll fit?

I've given the matter
a lot of study.

Here, put these on.

I will not.

Want me to go with ya?

You all have
to stare at me?

Still the prettiest thing
I've seen this morning.

Now mount up.

You wanna reconsider,
quinny?
What?

Your commission.

I can get her
reinstated.

The army
could sure use ya.

They have already.

What do I do now?

You're a lady
knows how to kick.

Well, kick.

**

You know, I think I'll get
his reinstatement ready,

just in case.

What did you say?

Oh, I didn't hear you,
colonel.

Uh, nothing.

Where's the telegraph
in this town?

It's in the express office,

but they ain't open yet.

Well, you get a man
to open it up.

I want to telegraph
the department of the army

in Washington.

Yes, sir.

How ya doin'?

Why don't you
stop trapping people?

Ma'am, a horse
softens you up

before he hardens
you up.

May I help you mount?

No, thank you.

I can manage myself.

Very well. Mount.

We're movin'.

We're crossing
that Ridge over there

before the country
gets too open.

It's easier country
on this side.

That's why
the Indians use it

as a high road for hunting
and war parties.

I don't see any road.

You're not an Indian.

Now, follow me,

ride where I ride,

and stay below
the skyline.

What hair I've got
I want to keep.

I'll build
a squad fire.

How 'bout me
makin' us some

hot con pone
and boiled coffee

like neither one of ya
tasted west of bullocksee?

Pullin' stakes
in 20 minutes.

Supper is buffalo jerky
and water.

Pass it around, huh?

Twenty minutes, why?

Indians around.

Think we'll have
a skirmish maybe?

Not if I can help it.

Besides,
it's a hunting party.

Did you see them?

How do you know?

What are you
trying to do, scare us?

That's my sideline,
ma'am,

scarin' women.

Cheyenne buffalo arrow.

How do you figure it?

Well, a buffalo arrow
flies with the blades vertical,

so it can enter a buffalo's
ribs which are vertical.

War arrow flies
with the blades flat.

A man's ribs are horizontal.

So are a woman's.

Come on,
we can chew on the way.

Dismount.

Calvin, you stay here with
miss Mason and the horses.

Hold their muzzles
so they can't whinny.

What is it?

Small party of Indians
in that gap down ahead.

We've gotta
go through there.

Burke,
you're going with me.

Yes, sir.

No, if there's a fight,

it's got to be
a quiet one.

Got a sheath knife?

No.

An officer to fight
with a hatchet?

Just think of yourself
as a man who might have
to save his own life.

If an owl hoots,
bring up the horses.

If a coyote barks,
hightail it out of here

and head
for ft. Kearny.

All right.

Oh, I hope nothing
happens to him.

To them, I mean.

Ma'am,
with God ridin' herd,

a man can do much.

Quinny there
can do more than most.

You know, it's funny.

He seems to me to be
so much more

than a Indian scout
buffalo hunter.

Best scout
on the bozeman trail,

and he used to be
an army captain, too,

and a larrupin' good one.

What in the world
made him give up

a position like that?

Well,
I don't figure it.

He must have had
his reasons, though.

He was in
on that massacre

of black kettle
cheyennes.

Guess he
didn't like it.

I hate the west.
Barbaric...

Yes'm, anything
can happen hereabouts.

Three things a man
has to have handy
in the west...

A dry rifle,
somethin' to eat,

and a prayer,

and many a time a prayer
is the only answer.

I haven't prayed since
since I was a little girl.

Well, you're
a big girl now.

They'll do
the best they can.

You and me, we'll pray
the best we can

and hope for
a hornswoggle miracle.

What's that?

Ma'am, that's when
you come out of it alive.

Four.

Got a blanket over the fire
to hide the light.

Can't tell what tribe
it is from here.

Don't.
Don't what?

Don't scalp him.

(Imitates bird call)

Put that hatchet
in your belt.

Wide-eyes are friends
to the crows.

(Speaks native language)

The crows are friends
to the wide-eyes.

Arapaho.

He was watching you.

We surprised him.

We had to kill him.

Buffalo hump
says this wide-eye

is brother to the crows.

He thanks him.

(Imitates owl hooting)

(Imitates owl hooting)

I never heard
of oak soup before.

Neither did I.

You barbarian.

Aren't we all?

Only I don't bother
to hide it.

To scalp a man
in cold blood.

I didn't scalp him.

What do you call those?

Well, I just borrowed
his hair.

Thought I might need it.

What do you call scalp?

Skin where the hair
grows out.

See any skin on those?

Stop.

What are you making?

An Indian stagecoach.

For you, chiquita.

Chiquita?

Yeah.

Means you're cuter
than a Fawn's ears.

All right,
get the saddles
off the horses.

Calvin told me you used
to be an army officer.

I was.

Captain.
Seventh cavalry.

Don't you ever regret it?

I mean, army life
is so exciting
and glamorous.

Is it?

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to pry.

All right, stash it
behind those trees

and cover 'em
with branches.

These are
government property.

So are you,
lieutenant,

if I can keep you
alive to ft. Smith.

Why are we leaving
the saddles here?

'Cause Indians
ride bareback.

We're goin' into
open country.

It's swarming
with Cheyenne, arapaho,

and red cloud sioux,

so the change
of tactics is in order.

Here, put this dye
on your hands and faces.

From now on
into ft. Smith,

we're Indians...

Or corpses.

Here now,
put these duds on.

You have to make
a squaw out of me?

I have known a lot
of fine squaws.

I should imagine you have.

This belong to your wife?

No,
I bought it for you.

I couldn't afford to marry
a squaw, too expensive.

Now, you take
a blackfeet woman.

She can cut down
lodge poles,

make and break camp,

tan buffalo hide,
sew moccasins.

She'd bring between

10 and 15 buffalo ponies
to her father.

That's a lot of gold.

I haven't got it.

Oh?

Put these on.

You can't
order me around.

Read the last
paragraph.

"And at all times
miss Mason

"will be in the custody
and under the orders

of Mr. Linus
Quincannon."

Why should I be
under your orders?

I'm an American citizen.

Isn't this
a free country?

Sure, it's free
to everyone...

Sioux, Cheyenne,
and arapaho.

And they all like
a woman's scalp.

I guess I am
in your hands.

I wish you were.

I give 20 fine ponies
for this squaw!

Well,
what's so funny?

I'd give 20 fine ponies

to see you
out of that outfit.

I thought
you'd like to see

what an Indian chief
looked like.

Chief who?

Oh, I don't
know his name.

Hey, hey, you've got
to put this stuff

on your face and hands.

Oh, no, please.
It's filthy.

Now, hold a second.

Oh, no!

I don't want that on...

Keep your eyes closed.

Let go.

Hold still.

No, I...

Quinny,

when do we get
to ft. Smith?

Tomorrow at daybreak,

if we're lucky.

Thanks for shortening
my name.

I like it.

War party on that mesa
to our left.

I don't
wish them no harm,

only maybe a little
case of smallpox.

Don't look at 'em.

One of 'em has
field glasses on us.

Keep moving.

**

(shouts in foreign language)

What the devil
did you tell 'em?

That wide-eyed
pony soldiers

are coming
to fight 'em.

What were they?

Sioux.

Santee or yankton.

How could you tell
from such a distance?

By how scared I was.

(Gun fires)

Somebody's shooting
at somebody.

Somebody's
shooting at us.

Man:
Who goes there?

Quincannon and party
from ft. Kearny.

You look like Indians
from here.

Can you give us
more identification?

My respects to your
commander, capt. Bell.

Ask him if his hammertoe
still hurts.

Open the gate.

You say
you're Quincannon.

Look more like
a Cheyenne to me.

Get off that beat horse,
and let's take a look at you.

(Both laugh)

Quinny.
Bell.

Sergeant,
show these men

some hot water
and decent quarters.

Quinny, what in man's name
are you doin' out here?

Brought you
a pretty girl.

The devil you say.

Mason:
You remember me,
captain?

Miss Mason, maylene,

what a wonderful
surprise. Wonderful.

Sergeant.
Sergeant:
Yes, sir.

Remove lieutenant Richards
from his quarters.

Make room for miss Mason.

Thank you.

Yes, sir.

Come on, quinny.

It's been a long time.

Yep, an awful
long time.

Thought you swore off
the army for good, quinny.

Last I heard you were
down in Kansas.

Col. Conover
talked me into this scout.

It's a chance
to make a few dollars.

And your mission?

To find the whereabouts

of a shipment
of missing rifles.

All I know
is the Indians got 'em.

Well,
I wasn't even informed

of any shipment of rifles.

I didn't know of it.

You weren't supposed to.

And you're gonna scout

and try and find them
in some Indian camp, hmm?

Why, that'll take
all my troopers at least.

I'll just take the two men
I brought with me.

You'll lose your hair.

(Laughs)

Lots of us
will miss you.

How'll ya do it?

Knowing Indians,

perhaps with the use
of a little whiskey.

You try anything
like that,

and I'll have
to arrest you.

First you'll have
to catch me.

The whiskey traders
are a Thorn in my side.

Particularly a fellow
called blackfoot Sam

and his crew.

If I could ever
catch him on Indian land...

I suppose
miss Mason's here

because of
her brother.

Wild goose chase,
I suspect.

He was her only relative.

She had to be sure.

He was killed, all right.
Hostedder swears to that.

One of those
unfortunate things

where a small band
of Indians

breaks away
from the others

and raids for glory.

You know how it is.
Yeah.

Well,
I gotta get to my stall.

I could use
a night's sleep.

It's been good
seein' ya, bill.

Same here, quinny.

Ah, it's a pleasure
to have some fresh faces

around this
forsaken outpost.

Like maylene's?

Yeah.

(Laughs)

Sorry I'm late,
captain.

Miss Mason, may I present
lt. Hostedder.

How do you do?
Lieutenant.

Lt. Burke.
Lieutenant.

He was the one in charge

of that patrol
Jack was killed on.

Yes, he was.

Hiya, quinny.

Hi, hostedder.

And rumor has it
you're taking an
Indian scout.

Could be.

Wish you'd
take me along.

Getting bored with
Garrison duty, Phil?

I've got a personal
score to settle.

I was in charge of that
patrol they wiped out.

Almost wiped out.

Yeah, except for
sgt. Wilson and me.

You were lucky.

We were about
a half a mile ahead

scouting
for an all-clear.

They must
have come in fast.

And out.

By the time I got back,
the massacre was over.

And for what?
Some piddling supplies?

Any particular tribe?

If I knew,
we'd certainly go after them.

Renegades, if you ask me.

Used war-clubs and lances.

Didn't leave
a single arrow behind.

They're panthers
or rattlesnakes!

They ought to be wiped
from the face of the earth.

That kinda attitude
will only cause more killings

on both sides.

What else can we do?

We made treaty
after treaty with them.

And we've broken nearly
every one of them.

Whose side are you on,
Quincannon?

I'm beginning to wonder.

Lt. Hostedder,

my brother,
corp. Jack Mason

was with you on that patrol
you mentioned.

I received word
that he'd been killed.

Is there any chance that
he might have been captured?

I'm sorry, ma'am,
there isn't.

He was definitely
killed in action.

(Knocks)

Who is it?

Put out that lamp.

Anything happen?

I've been
waiting for you.

Somebody pushed a note
under my door.

Who was it?
I don't know.

When I opened the door,
there wasn't anybody there.

And the note?

The note says
I have to put the money

under a saddle
in the stable

hanging on hook
number three.

I have to be there
at 11:00.

I'll do it.

No, the note says
I have to do it myself

or the deal's off.

Give me the money.

Here.

Be there at 11:00.

Go through the motions.

Please be careful.

Don't worry.

I'm always careful
about trapping skunks.

Evenin',
Mr. Quincannon.
Oh, howdy.

One of my mounts
needs a little attention.

Shall I call
the hustler, corporal?

Never mind.
I'll handle it myself.

Yes, sir.

(Metal scrapes)

(Horse whinnies)

Quincannon:
Psst. Maylene.

**

Quinny.

(Yells)

Call the corporal
of the guard.
Yes, sir.

Maylene.

Corporal
of the guard!

Corporal
of the guard!

When are you gonna get
that cut fixed up?

It's all right.
It'll dry.

It's awfully bad.

Quinny.

Count it, Calvin.

Yes, sir.

Maylene,
you watch this.

What the devil
is going on here?

Good evening,
captain.

I understand
you put lt. Hostedder
in the guardhouse.

I did.

100 $20 gold pieces.

Quinny, man could buy
a county of land with that.

$2,000.

Whose money is that?

Found it
in hostedder's hat box.

Gold.

The army pays in gold.

The Indians held up
a paymaster's train
in this area.

Couldn't have come
from that robbery.

There are no survivors.
You know that.

We found it
in this bag.

What tribe, captain?

Well, how would I know
a thing like that?

Arapaho.

Arapahos
held up the train,

killed the guards,

and stole the gold.

Only they have
no use for gold.

Did hostedder know
of that shipment of rifles?

I doubt it.

I didn't even know.

Now what are you
suggesting?

That the arapahos used
that captured payroll

to buy information
on those rifles.

That is ridiculous.

That gold isn't.

Nor the fact we found it
in this room.

How are you mixed up
in this, maylene?

I received word
in Washington

that my brother
was still alive,

that I could buy
his freedom,

so I came here
and brought the money.

That's right.

We put the money where
the blackmailers said.

Hostedder was the man
who picked it up.

Here it is.

It's all marked.

Col. Conover
marked it himself.

What a foul thing
for hostedder to do.

What a cruel thing.

I'm sorry, maylene.

Hostedder knows
your brother was killed.

I'll work with you
on this, quinny.

I'll see to it that hostedder
gets a general court.

So will I.

Orderly.

Have lieutenant hostedder
report to my quarters

immediately... Under guard.

Yes, sir.

That such a thing
should happen in my command.

Oh, captain.

See that you return him
to the guardhouse

after you've
questioned him.

Don't worry, I will.

That was stupid,

trying to blackmail a girl
over her brother.

Not half as stupid
as selling rifles
to the Indians

for $8,000.

Shut up.

And all I got
out of it was 2,000.

Get me out of this, bell,
before I drag you into it.

All right, all right.

I'll get you out of it.

I always said
I'd take care
of my friends, didn't I?

I guess
what happened tonight

convinced you
about your brother.

I'm afraid so.

Guess I had
a long trip for nothing.

Well, it gave me
a chance to meet you.

What are your plans?

Back to kearny
and ft. Supply...

And then east.

I wish you'd wait til
I return from this scout.

I'd like to see you
through myself,

make sure
that you're safe.

Thank you for asking,

but if a stage comes through,
I'll have to take it.

But you can't.

You're in my custody,
under my orders.

I wish it was always.

Do you, quinny?

(Gun fires, dog barks)

Hostedder
tried to jump me.

I had to shoot.

Dead?

Yeah.

Have the body removed
from my quarters.

Dismissed.

Back to your barracks
or duty on the double.

Well, he had
something coming,

selling Henry repeaters
to the arapahos.

How do you know?

Know what?

That he sold those rifles
to the arapahos?

Hostedder told me.

Said he made his deal
with iron wolf.

Aren't you tired?

Yes, I think I am.

That's one thing
hostedder didn't know...

Hmm?

That those rifles
were Henry repeaters.

How did you know?

I w...

You must have told me.

No, I didn't.

I was careful not to.

Can you prove a foul
accusation like that?

It'll be hard now that you've
killed your accomplice.

There's only one witness
left against you.

I'm going on
that scout tomorrow
for those missing rifles.

If I get back,

I'm bringing
iron wolf with me.

He'll be at your trial,
capt. Bell.

You know blackfoot Sam?

Whiskey man.
Curly know him.

Go to blackfoot Sam.

Where he?

Maybe in
cottonwood canyon.

Find him.
Give him this.

Ride... Fast.

Curly always
ride fast.

See anything?

Nothing that moved.

Anything that didn't?

There's a drag-tail
comin' out of that valley

over that Ridge.

Trail boys
and horse tracks.

Looks like the whole
Indian tribe passing though,

heading northeast.

(Mumbles)

That's all right,
Burke, you'll learn.

I wasn't born
in a teepee either.

What are you watchin' for
anyway, quinny?

Whiskey trader
named blackfoot Sam.

Well, what do you
want whiskey for?

Oh, that's a right
foolish question.

I want the whiskey
for a little scheme.

It has power
over Indians.

That's against
army regulations.

It's a court-marshal
offence,

and it can mean hanging.

I'm not in the army.

Before I ran into you,
I was a good officer.

Since then I fought
with my bare hands

like a common trooper.

Been always
out of uniform,

stood by while you
killed an Indian,

and now you want me
to engage in this...

Well,
this reprehensible
whiskey business.

What's that
big-caliber word mean?

I don't know.

Well, it means
despicable, contemptible.

All right then,
criminal.

Criminal, huh?

Listen, Burke.

It would take
a thousand troopers

to recapture
those rifles,

and even then
I'm not sure they could.

A Henry repeater
in the hands of one Indian

is equal to 15 troopers.

Those rifles shoot
15 shots at a load.

There's a lot
of work ahead,

and you've got
a lot to learn.

If you wanna stay alive
in the Indian country,

you better start
learnin' now.

I don't want
any lame warriors
in this war party.

You have my permission
to turn back.

Sir, are you
questioning my courage?

Never had occasion to.

I don't expect to
from now on.

I'll go with you.

I knew you would.

Whiskey's
just a tactic.

Wish I had a little
of that tactic right now.

Shod horses.

Yeah, that means
white men's tracks.

There's a fire
up there.

Yeah, that'll be
blackfoot Sam.

I'll go follow it.

Keep your rifles
in the scabbards.

When you get closer,
keep callin' out,

"blackfoot Sam."

Where'll you be?

There are ten horses
in this cavern.

Four are pack horses,
six are for the riders.

Only five men
around that fire.

Go on in.

Blackfoot Sam?

Blackfoot Sam.

Blackfoot Sam?

Blackfoot Sam.

Wait a minute.

Don't do anything foolish.
We're customers.

Put that gun down.
Let's go on into camp.

Who wants
blackfoot Sam?

We're here to do
business with you.

Put down your guns.

We don't want
any trouble with you.

How they call you?

Quincannon.

Blackfoot Sam
hears this name

all over
the bozeman country,

but this
is not for sale.

They go to St. Luis.

There they bring
much money.

You've done very well.

Blackfoot Sam,
he is a smart trader.

If a tin cup
full of whiskey

means more to an Indian
than a fine beaver pelt,

you'll help 'em,
huh, Sam?

It's whiskey we want.

You want to trade
with the Indians for fur?

No, that's your job.

We want it
for the soldiers
at ft. Smith.

Five dollars a gallon.

Four.

Four?
Four seventy-five.

Four twenty-five.

Four seventy five.

Go. Go, goodbye.

Four seventy-five!

Goodbye.

Four fifty?

Four fifty.

It's four
five-gallon kegs, $90.

And for the kegs,
I will only...

How were we supposed
to carry that whiskey,
in our pocket?

You made your deal.

Blackfoot Sam
is a man of honor.

The kegs
go with the whisky.

I need
a good pack horse.

How 'bout that one?

This horse was once
a famous buffalo runner.

He runs like the wind.

I haven't got time
for horse-swappin' talk.

How much?

I was thinking 50,
but I take 40.

Then 25 is the price.

Why don't you steal him?

(Mumbles)

There's 90
for the whiskey,

25 for the horse.

Mr. Quincannon,

I think you are a robber.

You ought to know.

Burke,
bring me my horse.

Load up the kegs.
See that they're full.

You like a drink?

No, thanks.
Gotta get goin'.

Say, I saw
a Cheyenne trail
back a ways.

They lookin'
for buffalo?

No, pow wow
with red cloud sioux.

Oh?
That's right.

At the valley
of the two smokes.

Well, if the cheyennes
are there,

the arapahos will be
dogging along with 'em.

I gotta mosey along.

Gotta keep those
soldiers happy.

Drunken soldiers,

the only kind I like.

There's gonna be an ambush.

Two of his men
just slipped out of camp.

Look at this hitch.
It's loose!

Gotta tighten it!

Ride into the bush.

Keep well apart.

I'll meet you
over the Ridge.

I'll have
that drink with you

another time, Sam!

Yes, if you are around.

(Horse whinnies)

(Gun fires)

Sounds like they got
Burke pinned down.

Swing over that way.

Hold it!

Well,
that's five of 'em.

The Indian got away.

And you?

I got off easy, quinny.

You won't be as pretty
from now on.

Let's get him
fixed up, huh?

Imagine those gentlemen,

thinking they could
shoot us in the back.

Get me one of saintly Sam's
bullet molds.

Here, drink this.

(Coughs)

I thought
you were gonna say,

"on duty,
I never drink."

I took it
as an order.

Calvin,
bring up the horses.

Pick out the best one
of those for Burke.

Right.

Here, put this
between your teeth.

Careful you don't
swallow it.

Sorry I screamed
when I was hit.

Put that
between your teeth.

This is gonna
be rough.

(Groaning)

Well, go ahead and yell.

That's what
you're supposed to do.

(Groans louder)

Looks like
what blackfoot Sam

called valley
of the two smokes.

Lot of Cheyenne
and sioux teepees.

Some chief is giving
a medicine talk.

I'm goin' down
where I can here.

I'd like to go along
with you, quinny.

No, you stay here
and rest that leg.

(Indistinct voices)

Red cloud of the sioux
spoke well

when he spoke of peace
with the long knives.

Dull knife of the Cheyenne
spoke well.

Now it is iron wolf
of the arapahos who speaks.

It is well and wise

to have peace
with the white man

when our lodges
are empty of food,

when our young men
have poor weapons.

Hear iron wolf.

His medicine is great.

Here is
iron wolfe's medicine.

Here is the medicine
to drive the wide-eyes

from our lands,

to chase the pony soldiers

and the walking soldiers

from the forts
on the great trail

to the land
of the shashanis.

To kill all the white men
who take the earth from us.

(Speaking native language)

Iron wolf does not speak
with two tongues.

In his camp
on the antler horn

he has 800 of this
many shooting gun.

The white pony soldiers
and the walking soldiers

do not have them.

Iron wolf has them.

He took them
from the white man

in the great deed of war.

Let there be a council.

Let it be decided.

Will the Cheyenne
and the sioux

join the arapaho
to kill all the white men?

(Murmuring in native tongue)

The temper of the tribes

are about to gulp
iron wolf's medicine.

If they do,
the bozeman trail

will be a river of blood.

I don't know
how much time we got,

but it isn't much.

Where do you think
the rifles are now, quinny?

They're on
the antler horn.

Southwest.

Come on, let's go.

(Dogs barking)

Give us a little time
to start the uproar.

Then go on
about your work.
Right.

We'll meet back here.

Good luck.

Yeah, good luck.

I'll get the bait.

(Dog barks)

whiskey! Whiskey.

Lots of fine whiskey
for furs.

Whiskey here. Whiskey!

Lots of fine whiskey.

Whiskey.

Here it is.
Very good.

Drink it.

Whiskey.

That teepee with
the two guards in front,

that's where
the rifles are.

How you gonna
get rid of the guards?

You just keep
these braves happy.

Here. Drink, drink.

Good.

(Tribe carousing)

Look.

That's iron wolf.

I want him.

Let's make him
take out after us.

That won't be hard.
He wants us, too.

Especially dead.

Quincannon: I'm afraid
we've lost 'em.

Afraid?
I'm afraid we ain't.

(Horses running)

There they are!

(Yelling)

We'll never cut that chief
out of his herd.
Yes, we will.

We'll keep leadin' him on
till we catch him.

Or they catch us.

Whoa. Whoa.

Old stone fort up ahead.

Nobody there
to help us, quinny.

That place is deserted.
Has been for years.

I know. We'll
ride through it...
(Guns fire, tribe yelling)

The gate!

The gate's closed.
We're trapped.

Cover me, quinny.

Thanks, Burke.
Better I do it alone.

Get me my rifle,
will ya?

Take a bad one?

Long as I can
shoot sittin' down,

I'll be with you,
quinny.

Get some more shells.

How many we get?

Two dead out there,
quinny.

Shh.

(Yells)

Well, quinny,
there's nine out there
including the chief.

Looks like they're
gonna stay for a while.

Here,
you take over here.

Give me
your Smith & Wesson.

What do you want
two handguns for?

Gives me 12 chances.

You want
to get a medal?

No, I want
to get iron wolf.

You'll get a belly
full of lead.

(Screams)

Come on. Come on.

Came a little late,
captain.

I don't think so.

Take these men
into custody, lieutenant.
Hold it.

What are your charges,
captain?

Murder of blackfoot Sam
and his party.

Murder?

You may be my superior,
but you're wrong, sir.

They tried to ambush us.

Arrest them!
You heard my order.

You're wrong, captain.

I'm arresting you.

There's a slip of paper
in this pocket.

Take it out
and read it.

"To all
commanding officers,

"all units in my command,

"Mr. Linus Quincannon

"is on a special
scouting mission

"under my direct orders.

"He has authority to conduct
independent investigations

"where he deems necessary.

"Within the scope
of this mission,

"his authority
is to be regarded

"as a direct order
from me.

"Signed, Wayne conover,

colonel,
army of the west."

You're within the scope
of this mission.

I'm arresting you now.

Did you hear my order,
lieutenant?

You better have
pretty strong reasons
for this, Quincannon.

You captured a wagon load
of those rifles?

Who told you
about them?

Who gave you
the gold for them?

Who?

**

Have I told you
how happy I am

you came back to base?

Not nearly enough.

Mr. Quincannon?

Two telegraph
dispatches for you.

Thank you.

It's from
col. Conover.

Bad news?

"For services rendered,

"the commanding general
of the department of the army

"herewith
reinstates the commission
of Linus Quincannon,

with advancement
to the rank of major."

Oh, I think
that's wonderful.

Are you
going to accept?

I don't know.

If a fella
wants to get married,

it's a steady income.

Do you think I'm worth
20 fine ponies, major?

I do.

**

* Quincannon,
Quincannon, Quincannon *

* remember the name

* Quincannon of the west

* ooh

* Quincannon