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[Sam barking]

[Barks]

[Barks]

[Sam barks]

Sam, you been eatin' loco weed?

What's a matter with you?

I got you.

Well, come on.

[Yelling]

Reckon them folks is dead?

Well, there's only one way to find out.

Expect supper'll have to wait.

[Gunshots]

Hyah, hyah, hyah!!

[Yells]

–They're dead. –Well, this one ain't.

Not yet.

What now, Hondo?

Well, first we'll bury these two and then we'll talk to that one.

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Now, Indian, you know Vittoro's given his word to keep the peace

until him and Colonel Crook have a chance to talk.

And you know Vittoro'd rather lose his life than bust his word.

And he'd kill any Apache who broke the peace.

All Apaches do not follow Vittoro.

The dumb ones like you don't.

Now, Indian, who do you follow?

I will say no more.

Did you hear what he said, Buffalo?

Yeah, I heard.

Seems kind of too bad, too, cause old Hondo and me, we...

we kinda feel like palaverin'.

We'd be plumb interested in gettin' your opinion on current events.

Who do you follow?

Uh, Hondo and me, we...

we do have ways of provokin' conversation, huh?

[Chuckles] Hey, you know this here Injun

he reminds me of that reluctant Comanche

we had the tie-in with back in the Nations.

How was it we got that fella to talkin'?

Oh yeah, I remember.

We cut off his toes.

And you know what we done when he still wouldn't talk?

We cut off his thumbs.

But you know what really convinced that Injun to open up to me was when I...

...sliced his tongue.

What do you say, Injun?

I say the blood in Vittoro's veins has turned to milk.

There was a time when Vittoro fought back against those who come to take what is ours.

That was a time when the Apache was feared and respected by the other tribes

and by the white soldiers.

But now Vittoro does not fight.

He only talks and listens.

He talks while the soldiers take our heads and our water and our land.

And we are no longer men.

We are children!

Soldiers would make dairy maids of you instead of warriors.

Take the place of your birth.

Put you on a patch of barren land while he feeds you bones

from his table to keep you weak as women.

The only talk the soldiers understand comes from this!

[All yelling]

We will keep our land

even if we have to be buried in it.

[All yelling]

(Buffalo) Silva, you say?

Silva.

Ain't he the one you had the run-in with before?

Yep.

Well, it looks like we're gonna run into him again.

Yeah, I guess so.

Maybe you oughtta killed him.

Maybe I should've.

And maybe we oughtta kill this fella here

then we won't have to run into him again.

No, we better take him back to the fort, Buffalo.

Captain Richards'll probably want to interrogate him.

Captain Richards might want to w...?

Ask him questions.

Ah. Well, I thought we'd already done that.

Yeah, we did, but he might want to ask him some more questions

so he can make out a report in triplicate.

Yeah, he might at that, huh?

–Why don't you tie him up. I'll get our things together. –Yeah.

[Sam barks]

Get yourself on the bottom, Buffalo.

Will you get on the bottom?

I'm tryin'!

Will you hurry up?

Do you think you can tie him up now?

I think so.

Mr. Gallagher, I think it's ill-advised and premature.

Look, young fella, I know you're a soldier and you've got this fort to run

but I'm a business man. I've got a business to run.

Well, can't you wait a short time?

I'm sure when Colonel Crook arrives...

I've got a payroll to meet and only so much capital to meet it with.

If I don't start pulling ore out of that mine pretty soon

I can't go on paying those men.

I appreciate that.

But I cannot post a sizable force in the area of the mine.

There's too much other territory to protect.

Let's go.

Mr. Gallagher.

You mind telling me what you're going to do?

No, I don't mind telling you.

I'm going to open that mine.

[Knocks]

You keep late hours, Cap.

What's this?

This, Captain Richards, is one of five Apaches who attacked a wagon and

killed a man and a woman this afternoon.

I thought your friend Vittoro wasn't going to...

My friend Vittoro had nothing to do with it.

That's a fact, Cap'n.

Me and old Hondo here we... we had to interrogate this Injun.

Interrogate?

Looks like you half-killed him to get him to talk.

Ah, no. We... we had to do that to get him to shut up.

This Injun volunteered the whole story to us.

He's quite a talker, Injun is.

One of Silva's men.

Silva?

Where's this Silva now?

This fella here said he's headin' south to recruit more bucks.

Anything we can do, Captain?

Lock him up. I'll make out the report in the morning.

Ah, in triplicate.

Been nice chinnin' with you, Injun.

You too, Cap'n.

You better get some sleep.

Good night.

Mr. Lane.

The other four Indians that attacked the wagon...

–What happened to them? –Well...

...they won't be eatin' anymore breakfasts.

Cap'n says we oughtta get some shut-eye.

You sleepy, Hondo?

–Nope. –Yeah, me neither.

–You thirsty? –Yep.

Tell you what, I'll buy you a drink

if you lend me a dollar till pay day, huh?

Then we can...

Wonder if Mrs. Dow told the little feller about his pa yet.

Well, she said she'd tell him in her own way and her own time.

Dow, he was figurin' to collect the bounty on you, huh?

Didn't he know Crook had already pardoned you?

I guess he didn't.

You know, Hondo, I...

I sure would like to know what happened out there. I sure would.

Well, he took a shot at me. I took a shot at him

and at the same time an Apache arrow hit him.

Yeah, but what him first?

The arrow or your shot? Now do you know?

I guess I'll never know that, but either way he's dead.

Have you seen Krantz?

Uh, yes, Mr. Tribolet. He's in the back room.

Give me a bottle.

–Hello, Hondo, Buffalo. –(Buffalo) Hi.

–What'll it be? –(Hondo) Beer.

(Buffalo) Beer.

Hey, Hondo, about that dollar you're gonna lend me...

–Yeah, what about it? –Could you make it two?

–All right. –I'm buyin', barkeep.

Uh, thanks.

–Let's get on back to them beeves. –You bet.

–I beg your pardon. –Yeah, it's all right.

[Sam growls]

Hey, uh, Buckskin.

Who? Me?

Yeah, you. Buckskin.

That your cur?

I said, is that your cur?

Well, I don't know. Not exactly.

Well, what do you mean "not exactly"?

Well, it means, uh, not exactly.

Well, he come in here with you, didn't he?

No, no. He goes wherever he pleases.

Oh. Well, it don't please me none he's blockin' my way.

So you better tell him to move.

I'm not gonna tell him nothin'. Why don't you tell him?

Well, I ain't tellin' him nothin'.

Walk around him.

[Laughs]

Hey, now you listen to me, Buckskin.

We've been drivin' a herd of beeves for fifteen days

and every mile them beeves got meaner and tougher and so did we.

And we've been drivin' 'em straight

right straight across cactus, hills, Indians, everything.

Straight across.

Now I ain't about to walk around any cur.

So you either move him

or I'll shoot him and step right over him.

Hey, Sam.

He don't want to move.

I guess you're gonna have to shoot him.

Yeah, I guess.

Why don't you just watch? I'll referee.

Now you pick up your mean friend and take him back to his beeves.

Uh, your turn to buy. Fill 'em up.

Sam, will you quit blockin' the door?

And please take care of Mommy and Daddy and everybody at the fort

and my new friend Emberato. That's his Indian name.

(Johnny) His real name's Hondo, but I guess you already know that.

Oh, and please don't forget Sam.

Johnny, uh...

There's, uh, something I have to tell you.

You see, Johnny, from now on

we're going to have to say a special prayer for your dad.

How come?

Well, uh, there was some trouble with some Indians.

Mr. Lane and your dad were there.

But Emberato used to live with the Indians. He...

No, Johnny. These were renegades.

Bad Indians?

Mm-hm.

You see, there is good and bad on both sides.

Well, there was a fight, and your, uh...

your daddy was hurt.

So you've got to try to understand that he...

Well, he won't be coming back.

And so he...

he's going to need your very special prayers.

Because he's . . . dead?

But he can still hear your prayers

because he's with God.

Could Dad still see us?

Oh, I think so and...

Well, he would want you to be brave, and...

and to help me run the store.

And, oh...

and I think he would like to see you smile.

I'll try, Mommy, but I'm not sure I understand.

Oh!

I know it's hard for you, son, but

well, you'll understand better when you grow up, and...

when you're a man, like your father.

Here.

(Sergeant) Prepare to draw carbines, ho!

(Sergeant) All right. Single file, ho!

Morning, Johnny.

Howdy there, John.

Mommy says my dad won't be coming back.

That's right, son.

She says that you were with him when he died.

I was.

He didn't ever talk to me much.

Well, he had a lot on his mind, son, what with the store and all.

Yes, sir.

Emberato...

Yes, Johnny?

I'm glad you came back.

Morning, Hondo.

Well, I'm opening the mine this morning.

The men are on their way, and we just put in an order with Mrs. Dow.

You really think Vittoro will leave us alone, huh?

That's what the man said.

Good morning, gentlemen.

Krantz, I thought you'd be on your way to Denver by now.

Mr. Krantz is working for me.

I trust you have no objection.

I don't care what Mr. Krantz does.

You thinking of going in the mining business, Tribolet?

You never can tell.

By the way, I suppose you want that equipment we freighted in for you

–now that the mine is working again. –That's right.

Mr. Krantz will haul it out for you this afternoon.

He will, huh?

You should put some raw meat on that eye, Krantz.

[Laughs]

You, too.

Buffalo.

Come on, Johnny.

Mommy, Emberato's here. He's here.

Morning, Hondo.

Johnny, have you been pestering Mr. Lane?

No, ma'am. I enjoy the boy's company.

That is, uh, if you don't mind.

Course not.

Understand you've got an order to go out to the mine.

Yes, I was just getting it together.

I'd be happy to deliver it for you.

Well, thank you, but that's not necessary.

–I can get one of the... –I'd like to.

Well, thank you.

Can I go, Mommy? Can I?

Well, I... I don't know. Uh...

Do you think it's safe?

–I mean the Indians. –Well, I'll be safe with Emberato.

We'll take care of each other.

That right, Emberato?

–Well... –Besides, I have to help in the store now, don't I?

Well, we better start loadin'.

Well, all of 'em loaded.

Everything here?

Yep. That's all.

You men care to stay for supper? Beef and beans.

No thanks. We'd better make it back to the fort by supper time.

All right.

You know, Hondo, the men were a little skitterish about coming up here at first

but I got a feeling it's gonna be all right.

So do I.

Well, anyway we've got rifles stacked and ready just in case.

[Pete laughs]

Must be too heavy for you, sonny.

(Pete) Here, let me give you a hand.

Thanks, old timer.

What's going on, Nick?

Oh, just testing out your son, Mr. Gallagher.

Well, what do you think?

Well, I think him and Pete, they gonna be good friends.

[Laughs]

They always welcome new men this way.

You said no preferred treatment.

Well, that's all right.

Let's get back to mining.

Well, Johnny, we better get to gettin'.

Can I drive, Emberato?

Sure, teamster. Climb aboard.

Giddyup!

How am I doing, Emberato?

Just fine, son, but you can slack up some on the reins.

Don't fight 'em, just control 'em.

Okay, Emberato.

You need some water yet?

Apache boy wouldn't be thirsty yet, would he?

No, but he'd probably have a pebble in his mouth to help him keep it moist.

Speaking of water, you see that bird, Johnny?

I see him.

That bird's a Gambel's quail. He drinks a lot.

You learn to spot him.

He's never too far from water.

A thing to remember out here and you won't be either.

Gambel's quail... I'll remember.

Look, Emberato.

Looks like the calf strayed too far.

Deer.

You see those tracks around it?

Uh-huh. What are they?

Wolf.

Bigger than a coyote.

Could've been a dog like Sam here.

No, a dog he'd walk right up to it.

A wolf is a suspicious critter.

He'll circle it a while, sniff the air careful.

It's good for a man to be careful, too.

Use a small fire. Build it under a tree if you can.

Why is that?

Branches and leaves will spread out the smoke so there won't be a column.

And use dry wood.

Curl-leaf's the best.

Curl-leaf.

Emberato!

Yeah, I see 'em.

You can talk, you red whelp.

Now tell me, where's the rest of 'em?

He's gonna hit the mine again, wasn't he? Talk up!

Talk!

Let him loose.

Leather it! Leather it, mister.

[Gunshot]

I never say anything three times.

Now you, let him loose.

He was on the way to the mine.

You figure he was gonna attack it all by himself with that one knife?

There could be a lot more of 'em around here.

More twelve-year-old boys?

Well, I can tell you it wasn't any boys that killed Sandy and Gunnerson.

No, it wasn't.

And you're lucky this one's father isn't around.

He'd probably take that gun, shove it down your mouth

and pull the trigger.

Ponce?

[Speaks Apache]

Where's he goin'?

He's goin' through some trial so he can be a man.

You two better get out of here before he grows up

and comes back after you.

That boy'll be all right, Vittoro.

Huh?

Is that Vittoro himself?

Himself.

How long has he been here?

Been here just long enough.

That boy'll grow up well.

You know a troop's on its way to Fort Whipple to bring back Crook.

–Yes. –Figured you did.

Oughtta be here in about four or five days.

This is a friend of mine, Johnny Dow.

Johnny, I'd like you to meet Vittoro, chief of the Chiricahua.

–He is same age as your... –Yeah.

Johnny here runs a store at the fort.

I was just givin' him a hand with some supplies

helpin' him deliver 'em to the mine.

Was that your son, sir?

No.

My sons are dead, in the white man's prison.

Uh... I'm sorry.

He, too, will grow up well.

What was he doing out here all alone?

Keepin' an eye on that boy.

And he wasn't all alone.

–He wasn't? –Nope.

There were seven warriors with him

that I counted.

I'll take her in, Johnny.

Can I take 'em around back, Emberato?

She's all yours.

[Sam barks]

Where they goin'?

That there's a patrol for the southwest

commanded by Lieutenant Stoner.

Be best if they stayed here.

I know that, Hondo. I told Cap'n Richards.

But every Thursday a patrol heads for the southwest.

Now this here's Thursday.

That's the way Richards does things.

Hope they don't start shootin' at some old squaw.

Ah, I know that, too, Hondo. I told him.

I says, "Cap'n, why don't you give old Vittoro and Crook a...

a chance to chew on the cud of deliberation?"

But he weren't listening. No, sir.

Hey, Hondo. Uh...

you wanna wet your windpipe?

Later.

Always later.

Hello, Hondo. Back already?

Where's Johnny?

–He's puttin' away the wagon. –Good afternoon, Mr. Lane.

Mrs. Dow tells me you took some supplies to the mine.

That's right.

Had Krantz gotten there with the equipment?

Passed him on the way.

Good, good.

Mr. Tribolet's made me an offer to sell the fort franchise.

Three thousand dollars.

Oh?

It's a fair offer, especially in these perilous times.

A woman, all alone out here.

Well, Hondo, what do you think?

A long time ago I made me a rule, ma'am.

I never tell anybody what to do.

Very good. Very good.

I'd say it was up to you... and Johnny here.

What is, Emberato?

Oh, well, Johnny, we have to decide whether or

not we want to sell the store and move away.

I don't want to sell the store, Mommy.

And I don't want to leave here.

Wait until I tell you the things that Emberato

taught me about the desert and the things...

Why don't you think it over, Mrs. Dow.

We'll talk about it later in private.

Good day, sir.

Well, Johnny, it sounds like you two put in a good day's work.

We did.

I have some stew cooking for supper.

How does that sound, Hondo?

Sounds good.

Smells good, too.

[Gunshot]

[Yelling]

[Yells]

Ah, that's good pie, ma'am.

I haven't had pie like that in years.

Well, there's some left. Would you like another piece?

Thanks, no. [Knocking]

Miss Dow, I was wonderin' if Hondo Lane was hereabouts.

–Yes, come in, Mr. Baker. –What is it, Buffalo?

It's our Cap'n Richards. He wants to see you.

Mr. Lane, we all know of your prowess with a gun.

–My what? –Ability.

But you're not going to go around this fort shooting at people.

I didn't.

You deny that you took a shot at these two men?

If you knew anything about my prowess with a gun

you'd know I wasn't shooting at 'em, but past 'em.

That's not what they say.

Did they say anything about slapping around an Indian boy?

Is that true, Mr. Krantz?

Oh, we were just questioning the boy.

Suppose you leave that up to the Army.

–But he, uh... –I've heard all I care to on the subject.

That'll be all.

–Mr. Lane. –What is it, Captain?

You seem to have an abiding trust and love of the Indian.

I know 'em well, if that's what you mean.

That's not what I mean.

You think the solution to the problem is conciliation?

What's your solution, Captain?

If I had a free hand...

it'd be extermination.

Who started this problem in the first place?

Whose real estate is this?

And what's stickin' in your craw, anyhow?

A memory, that's what sticking in my craw, Mr. Lane.

A memory of Major Addison Richards, my brother.

The bravest, the best soldier the Army ever had.

He was a father and a mother to me.

He was a hero at Gettysburg and at Shiloh

but to the Indians he was something else.

Something to be butchered and...

mutilated and mangled.

I'm sorry for your brother, Captain.

Yes, I am.

But I'm also sorry for the Indians.

Now they didn't start any of this until they were driven

nearly crazy by being lied to and cheated

until their women were beaten, disease, soldiers...

–Is that any reason to take...? –No!

But there hasn't been much reason for any of this.

The Indian is a peculiar institution and still he's a human being.

A good many other human beings seem anxious to forget that.

You actually believe that you can reason with them?

You can reason with Vittoro.

One man from one tribe.

But there are other men, other tribes.

Chihuahua, Nana, Kyutla, Yulana...

And a young bronc called Geronimo. Now...

what about them?

We'll have to take 'em as they come.

[Knocking]

Cap'n Richards, you better come outside quick.

It belongs to Lieutenant Stoner.

Belonged.

Bugler, sound Boots and Saddles.

What are you gonna do, Captain?

I'm going to pursue and kill Vittoro.

It wasn't Vittoro.

I know. He gave you his word.

You riding with us?

No.

Mr. Baker?

I reckon.

We'll sweep to the southwest. I'll leave a skeleton force here.

You're all liable to end up skeletons.

I know that, Hondo.

But us scouts gotta learn them young officers some way.

Yeah, partly they learn and partly they die.

Take care of 'em, Buffalo.

(Sergeant) Fall in! Column of twos!

Forward, ho!

Mrs. Dow?

Oh...

Saw you go in there quite some time ago, ma'am.

Are you all right?

Yes. I wanted to say a prayer for Ed.

Will you walk with me to the store?

Yes, ma'am.

Please call me Angie.

All right.

I pray for Ed, but I didn't love him.

–Then why...? –Why did I marry him?

How many people get married before they really know a person?

The store was my father's. He worked for us.

After my father died, Ed changed.

Became as distant as the man in the moon.

It's beautiful tonight, the moon.

Bermaga, the planting moon.

Bermaga? Apache?

Mm-hm.

You liked living with the Indians, didn't you?

I liked it.

And they named you Emberato.

What does that mean?

Well...

Please tell me.

Means "bad temper."

–Oh. –But I was quite a bit younger then.

I can imagine.

Well...

Good night, Hondo.

Good night, ma'am... Angie.

[Laughing]

–Hi, Gerald. –Gentlemen, what'll we have?

–Whiskey. –Uh, give me the same.

[Laughing]

Whiskey.

[Laughing]

You two got something to say, say it. Don't whisper it.

Got yourself a nice little setup over there, haven't you?

I was hopin' you'd say that.

Thank you.

Bermaga...

What do you want?

Come on, ugly, let's get some sleep.

[Sam barks]

Shut up.

Open the gate! Open the gate!

Open the gate!

Come on!

The Injuns! We need help.

What is it, man? What happened?

–Indians hit the mine. –Vittoro?

I don't know. We're holdin' 'em off. Look, we gotta get...

Sergeant, half your men stay here. The rest come with me.

–You're not in charge. –Shut up and get movin'.

–All right. Saddle up.

We gotta hurry.

We? You're wore out. Better stay here.

Not likely. I gotta be with my father.

All right. Steal yourself a horse.

[Sam barking]

[Gunshots]

There's more of them than us.

Well, we can do something about that.

Forward, at a gallop, ho!

Look out, Indian!

[Sam growls]

Ha-yeh!

Now I've seen everything.

Not yet, you haven't.

You all right?

Yeah. Did you have a nice ride?

I seen it all! I seen it all from that rim yonder, Hondo!

Better late than not at all, Buffalo.

We were tracking the renegades. We would have made it on time.

Maybe, but that's not the point.

The point is Vittoro kept his word.

Isn't that so, Captain?

Yes.

Now it's our turn to keep ours.

Not yet.

Sometimes it is harder to keep the peace than to make war.

Amen, brother.

[Bugler plays Guard Mounting]

All present and accounted for, sir.

There's things I'd rather do, but I still think I should tell the boy.

I told him.

The truth?

Not entirely.

I told him his father was killed by renegade Indians.

Truth is Ed was killed by his own greed.

What are you gonna do, Angie?

I've relatives in the East.

Will you leave?

I don't think so.

We'll try to run the store without Ed.

We've done it before.

Well, they're waitin'.

Gotta meet Crook and talk peace with Vittoro.

And after that where will you go?

Don't know. Here, there... Wherever Crook sends me.

I hope it's here.

So do I, Angie.

So do I.

–Move the troop out, Sergeant. –Yes, sir.

(Sergeant) Left by twos!

(Sergeant) Twos left!

(Sergeant) Ho!

So long, Emberato.

[Sam barking]

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