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[Sam barking]

[Sam barking]

Looks like we beat ol' Colonel Crook here.

Yeah, I guess we did.

I'm going up a little higher, see if I can see anything.

Why don't you boil up some coffee?

Hey, now that's a downright civilized idea.

[Gunshot]

[Indians yelling]

Whoa.

Well, it took you long enough to smell 'em.

How bad is it?

It just whistled through the fat.

Them Apaches musta been admirin' our guns and horses.

Hair, too, more'n likely.

Not Apaches, Buffalo.

Not?

–Pimas. –Pimas?

[Chuckles] Meanest animals ever wore moccasins.

Sure wide of their country.

–You gonna bury 'em? –No, let's just stack 'em.

Let Crook do the buryin'.

I'll go get you some bandages and make some coffee.

Like I said, that sounds downright civilized, Hondo.

–More coffee, Hondo? –No, thank you.

–Buffalo? –Me neither.

I don't like it.

Well, I take it you're not talkin' about the coffee.

You know what I'm talkin' about.

Pimas.

Those four were strays. That's one thing.

But if there are more of 'em, that's trouble between them and the Apaches with us in the middle.

Yeah, if there's one thing a Pima hates worse than a white man it's an Apache.

That's not why I sent for you two.

You both know the Superstition Mountains.

Well...

there's a rumor floatin' around that there's gold there.

–By who? –By trespassers probably.

Yeah, probably.

If that rumor's true, it'll start a stampede of white men into land treatied to Vittoro.

Well, what do you figure you're gonna do, Colonel?

Vittoro's agreed to let us make a geological survey.

Let's just hope it's not true and we can squelch the rumors straight off.

Well, gold fever is a mighty powerful disease.

Well, when do we start?

Too soon for you, Buffalo, with that ventilated leg.

Hondo, the surveyor and his assistant should be at Fort Lowell just about the time you get back

comin' in by stage.

Now looky here, Colonel, I'm gonna be all right.

Oh, you will be if you stay off that leg instead of climbin' up and down mountains.

I'll put your orders in writing.

How long will the survey take?

Well, there's a lot of real estate out there, so...

depends on the surveyor.

Vittoro agreed to this?

This is one time a man's hopin' there ain't no gold on his land.

Say, Cap'n, my... my leg's a lot better now.

I could make this trip easy.

No.

Colonel Crook specifically mentioned you're not to go.

[Knock at door]

What is it?

You said you wanted to know, sir, the stage is just outside the gate.

Thank you.

Mr. Lane, would you like to meet the man you'll be working with?

(Johnny) Emberato! Emberato!

Hello, Johnny.

I saw Sam from across the street.

When did you get back?

–Just a little while ago. –Meet any Indians?

Yeah, a few.

Vittoro?

No, not this time.

Emberato, Mom's makin' a pie.

I bet if you come around supper time, she'll ask you to stay.

Did she, uh, bake an apple pie?

Well, that's my favorite pie.

Emberato, stop it! Please stop it, Emberato!

Johnny, get away from here.

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Mr. Lane. Mr. Lane, why?

My husband is a good man, an honest man.

He wouldn't willingly hurt anyone. Why?

Be good if you left, ma'am.

You nearly killed her husband.

Now if they choose to prosecute the charge will be attempted murder.

The first and the least you owe Mrs. Davis is an explanation.

What did Frank ever do to you?

Your husband murdered my wife.

–The raid at Willow Creek? –Raid...

Massacre.

You can thank Mr. Baker.

He probably saved you from committing murder.

Thank you, Mr. Baker.

[Laughs]

That weren't nothin'.

It weren't nothin'. This bump isn't nothin', it's somethin'

and inside of that I got a very loud noise.

Well, I didn't mean to hurt you none.

–Well, you did. –Well, maybe I did, but...

but there weren't nothin' personal in it.

Besides, look what you done to me.

What?

Looky there. You made a cane outta my crutch.

(Johnny) Mommy...

Mommy, why did Emberato hit the man like that?

I wish you wouldn't call him Emberato. His name is Mr. Lane.

–But the Indians call him Emberato. –Well, you're not an Indian.

What does Emberato mean in Apache?

It means "bad temper," and he certainly has that.

He must have a good reason.

Johnny, there is no reason in the world for one human being to treat another one like that.

Johnny

did you see what happened to that pie?

No, ma'am.

I swear this fort is filled with thieves, brutes, and savages.

Well, did you have a pleasant stay?

It was very comfortable, thank you.

You know I wintered in the pokey once.

It was way up in Montana Territory.

Me and old Pete Dawson, we was falsely accused of somethin' or other and...

well, the... the food was good chewin' and

and it was warm in there. We didn't bust out of that jail till the spring thaw set in.

Hey, Hondo, you know I seen that Frank Davis. He...

He sure staged a quick recovery.

Either that or you're losin' your punch.

Well, I, uh... I 'spect I best go in here and wet my windpipe.

Hondo.

Keep a rein on that temper of yours, huh?

Mr. Davis has decided not to press charges.

And he's further decided to go ahead with the survey as planned.

What does he mean "as planned"?

I mean with you as guide.

Captain, did I hear him right?

Mr. Lane, I'm not gonna play games in this room with you.

If you've got something to say to Mr. Davis, say it to him directly. Not to me.

I don't have anything to say to Mr. Davis

and I don't want anything to do with him.

What you want isn't important. The survey is.

Now I'm told that you're the best qualified man to lead the expedition.

Right now he's the only man.

Then that settles that.

That doesn't settle anything.

It's the Superstition Mountains or territorial prison, Mr. Lane.

And you can't do your friend Vittoro much good in prison, now can you?

So that's the Army way now, is it?

That's my way.

You seem to forget you're under orders.

Now I suggest that you and Mr. and Mrs. Davis get ready to leave in the morning.

Mrs. Davis?

Mrs. Davis is my assistant. She will save us a great deal of time.

Captain, this isn't some church picnic.

I'm following Colonel Crook's orders.

And he makes no mention of the sex...

I beg your pardon... of Mr. Davis' assistant.

You know those Pimas and Apaches they're not too friendly.

Well, if that happens to be the case

then your orders are to abandon the survey immediately and return here.

I think that's all.

Get a requisition for whatever supplies you'll need.

Davis

it's dangerous country out there.

Anything can happen.

I'll be ready for anything.

One more thing, Mr. Lane.

You're going to be escorted by four hand-picked troopers.

And if you cause anything to "happen" out there

they have orders to shoot you.

Hello, Angie.

Oh, I, uh, I got a requisition for some supplies here.

I hope you can read my writing.

Uh...

–Well, I'd be glad to give you a hand with that if you'd like... –No, thank you.

Mommy, I'm all finished with my spelling.

–Oh, hello, Emberato. –Hello, Johnny.

I wanted to come to the jail to see you but Mommy wouldn't let me.

Johnny, you get back to your room.

–But don't you want to see my... –I want you to get back to your room.

I'll be there in a minute.

All right. So long, Ember...

Mr. Lane.

You can pick this up late today.

All right.

Hondo...

About what happened yesterday afternoon.

I don't want to talk about that.

Well, then you're going to have to listen to something.

Johnny is a very impressionable young boy.

I don't want him growing up under the influence of viciousness and brutality.

Now from what I saw yesterday, yours is a very bad influence.

When you get back from wherever it is you're going, I think it's best you don't see either of us.

Then I'll do what's best.

Will you quit blockin' the doorway?

[Sam growls]

Shut up.

Hondo

Come on over here, I'll stake you to a drink.

I could use one.

Well, that's one of the missed advantages of bein' in the jail.

–They don't serve no... –Beer?

Me, too.

You are gonna make that trip, ain't ya?

Yeah.

I figured you was. That Cap' Richards... [Laughs]

–What do you got over there? –I'm makin' me a map of the Superstition territory.

As close as I can recollect.

Here, see what you think of that.

Well, let's see.

Hello, boys.

Watch it, will ya?

Buy you boys a beer.

No, thanks. I already got one comin'.

Well, I'll just sit here and pass the time then till you're ready for another one.

He's a nice fella, Hondo.

Say, Hondo, you sure did whale into that dude.

I thought you was gonna do him in.

Can't blame you none, though.

I understand he killed your squaw.

She's Vittoro's daugther, wasn't she?

Say, Buffalo, what fer did you hit ol' Hondo the other day. I thought you two was friends.

What'd you say that fella's name was?

I don't know. I never did like him.

Guess he hasn't heard that I'm a bad influence, vicious and brutal.

If you say so.

–What do you think of that? –Let's take another look at it.

It's all right, darling.

–Bad dream. –Mm-hm.

Are you all right?

–Yeah. –Want some brandy?

Brandy doesn't do any good.

Nothing seems to do any good.

Except you.

You shouldn't have to live through this.

Neither should you

because of one mistake.

One mistake...

Men, women, children...

The lives of seventeen people.

Darling, it was a war.

Innocent people.

Stop it!

I'm sorry.

It's just that...

everything's been so nice for the past few years.

Till we came here.

Until Hondo Lane.

The ghosts were bad enough.

He's no ghost.

Then don't go with with him.

I mean, you don't have to.

I guess I can't help what's past.

But I am not gonna run away from the present.

And you're not coming with me.

No, you're not.

Now when you put this ring on my finger, we made a promise.

"Whither thou goest..."

Well...

–We're all set, Captain. –Fine.

Mr. Davis, Mrs. Davis.

–My best wishes. –Thank you, Captain.

Mr. Lane, you know your orders. I don't see any reason to go over them again.

Nope.

And you men know your orders.

–Good luck to all of you. –Thank you, Captain.

–Hondo, I... –Look, Buffalo.

I don't want to listen to anymore "goodbyes" or "good lucks."

Adios, brother.

[Sam barks]

Mr. Lane.

The landscape is changing.

How soon before we reach Superstition country?

Late tonight or early tomorrow morning.

It's gettin' dark.

How soon before we make camp?

Soon.

Mr. Lane...

in spite of everything that's happened, couldn't we try and be friends?

We could try.

Look, a grave.

I wonder what poor nameless soul is buried all alone out here.

That's my wife's grave, Destarte. Your husband murdered her.

Mr. Lane, I'm...

We'll camp here tonight.

Yeah, Mrs. Davis, we could try to be friends, but it just wouldn't work.

–Are you through, Corporal? –Yes, ma'am.

Sam, I have something nice for you.

[Sam growls]

Mrs. Davis, don't do that.

What?

Oh, I see. You don't want anyone to feed him but you.

No, I don't give him any food.

Well, he's your dog. You own him.

Nobody owns anybody. Sam, he...

he likes to be independent.

He makes out all right.

Well, if he isn't your dog why is he always at your side?

I don't know. I never ask him.

Be good if you get some sleep.

We'll be leavin' early and it's mostly uphill from here on in.

–Night, Mr. Lane. –Yeah.

Hondo.

What is it, Sergeant Able?

I know how you feel about this fella Davis.

You do, huh?

Well, what I mean is, uh...

me and the other men we...

don't wanna go up against you.

That's good.

But we got our orders, Hondo, so don't try anything sudden. That's good.

But we got our orders, Hondo, so don't try anything sudden.

Is that all?

You give your word, that's good enough for me.

–I'll give you my word on one thing. –And what's that?

You and your men can...

get a good night's sleep tonight.

Destarte, things...

things have a strange way of workin' out.

I've killed men but I never really

wanted anyone dead except the man who killed you

and the baby we would have had.

When he killed you, he killed the best part of me.

How long have you been there?

–Excuse, me. I didn't mean to... –Did you put the flowers here?

You must have loved her a great deal.

–I'm so terribly sorry. –Don't be.

Look, Mrs. Davis

you're not helpin' things any. I think it'd be better if...

(Frank) Mary?

I woke up and you were gone.

You all right?

Yes.

Mrs. Davis.

Thanks

for puttin' the flowers on the grave.

I didn't.

I guess Frank put them there.

That's pyrite.

It's fool's gold.

[Gun cocks]

[Mary screaming]

Hold it. Take it easy now.

[Speaks Apache]

It's all right, Sergeant. Vittoro's just tryin' to be hospitable.

It is good to see my son again.

Vittoro, it's good to see you.

This is a man that Colonel Crook sent to survey the Superstitions.

–Have you found gold in our land? –No.

Not yet.

–How long will you look? –One more week.

This is Mrs...

his wife.

To all of us our wealth is on our land, not in it.

Our waters, our game, our families.

That's not all that's on your land. I ran into some Pimas.

Four or five of 'em, maybe more.

If they are here we will find them.

And now I must go to the lodge of Kannatany.

His time with us is not long.

Would you remember me to Kannatany?

I'll, uh, tell Crook I saw you.

I'll wait to hear from Grey Fox.

That's Destarte's father.

You didn't tell him about me.

No, I didn't.

I want to thank you for that.

Don't. Maybe I'm savin' you for myself.

Quartz and amphibole.

Um, also biotite

and pyrite.

Nothing yet to indicate gold in sufficient quantity for commercial exploitation.

Sergeant.

Yes, Mr. Davis?

I want to take some samplings from that ridge up there.

I'll need just one man.

All right, I'll go myself.

No, Sergeant. I want Mr. Lane.

Well, now hold on, Mr. Davis. We got our orders.

Oh, that's okay, Sergeant.

He won't be armed

and I will be.

Davis, we leave the animals here.

Well, Hondo, now's the time.

–This is the place. –It is, huh?

Yes, it is. I want to tell you how it was.

No, first I want to tell you something.

The only reason I didn't kill you

right after the massacre was because I couldn't find you.

There was a war goin' on. A big war, too big.

But every time I crossed lines, every time I ran into a Billy Yank

I hoped it would be you.

But it never was.

For a while I thought you got killed, and I...

I kinda felt cheated.

Because, mister, I wanted to kill you myself, even if I had to die in the bargain.

I don't blame you.

I know nothing that I'm going to say or nothing that I'm going to do

is going to erase any wrong.

Not a thing.

Hondo, you know what a bloodbath the Apache wars were.

I was twenty-two

and I was a lieutenant straight out of West Point.

I guess in...

in my whole life I had never seen a man die.

Well, in the month that I was here I saw...

every kind of savage act ever conceived.

Now I'm not... I'm not saying it was right or wrong.

But the Apaches butchered

and they mangled, and they tortured.

The killed half our outfit

including the captain, so I was in command.

That was my first command.

We hadn't slept for three days. We were tired and...

hungry and ragged.

Half-crazy for vengeance.

It was then that we came on that village.

A village of children, sick old men

and helpless women, mister.

We didn't know that. We didn't know.

All we knew was that we could charge and we could kill Apaches and...

Apaches who had killed ours.

So I gave the order and we killed.

By the time I realized it was...

it was too late

for your wife and for all the rest of 'em.

Hondo, I've lived in that graveyard every night

and everyday of my life since then.

You couldn't find me in the War

because I left the War.

I swore never in my life to kill another living, breathing thing.

What are you carryin' a gun for?

You don't know how many times I've thought of killing myself.

But the truth is that every living, breathing thing

wants to go on living and breathing.

I don't want to die, but if you want to kill me

now is the time, and this is the place.

[Sam barking]

Sam.

That's your gun.

Pick it up.

[Sam barks]

[Pimas yelling]

[Gunshots]

[Mary screaming]

Mary!

Mary!

Where is she? Tell me!

What have they done with her?

Indians take horses and women with 'em.

Your Indian friends.

Pimas aren't exactly my friends.

We're going after her.

Not against ten or twelve men with one gun.

–I'll go alone. –Go ahead. I'm followin' orders.

What orders?

If the Indians make hostile contact with us, we're to go straight back to the fort.

Richards didn't mean that.

Yeah, well, I'm followin' orders for once.

Hondo! You're glad this happened, aren't you?

You want 'em to kill my wife.

I'm gonna kill you.

Go ahead.

If I were you, I'd save those bullets.

You might need every one of 'em.

[Sam barking]

Shut up.

Like I said, Destarte

things have a strange way of workin' out.

Now he'll know what it's like to lose a wife.

But not for long because...

just... just as sure as the turning of the earth he'll be killed

and I'll be happy and...

so will you.

No, you won't.

Sam.

All right, you mangy coyote.

Get back to Buffalo. Go on, beat it!

I always said

you were more civilized than I'd ever be.

(Hondo) Davis.

What do you want? Why'd you come back?

You ask a lot of dumb questions.

You want to see what they do to her, is that it, huh?

Will you keep your voice down?

They're camped down in the draw.

Yeah, I know that.

Well, listen, because this is what I'm gonna do.

I sent for help. You're not gonna do anything.

You're lying.

Who did you send? Everybody's dead.

Well, Sam isn't dead.

Sam? A dog?

[Pimas yell]

[Speaking Pima]

Where is she? Is she still alive?

Yeah, we're all alive

up to now.

She's over there, Davis.

Mary.

Mary!

Take it easy.

What are they talking about?

Well, they're bargaining.

What about?

When they take bounty, the bravest warrior gets his choice.

In this case it's two of the best horses

or your wife.

Moon Dog, I haven't seen you since you broke your word to Colonel Crook.

And tonight you see me for the last time, Emberato.

That's good.

Moon Dog, you know what?

Crook is gonna hang you.

No, the Grey Fox is far from here.

Vittoro's not so far. He might just find you and rip you from belly to brisket.

You see, Frank, this big bag of wind was given a piece of land down by the Gila but

he figured he'd do some raiding in Apache country.

And you are Apache, Emberato.

That's right. Vittoro's blood is mixed with mine.

And soon your blood will soak into Apache country.

Slowly, slowly, so you can feel the life drain from you.

Is that the way of the bravest warrior here?

What does Emberato say?

–Who gets first claim of the bounty? –Moon Dog.

He killed two of the bluecoats.

And he has chosen the woman.

I say Moon Dog isn't the bravest warrior here. He might be the biggest.

But he's not the strongest.

[Laughs]

Ask them.

Ask me. You yourself said I was an Apache.

Cut me loose. I'll fight you the Pima way and then we'll see.

Listen to me, Pimas. I say there's a pig in your camp.

I say Moon Dog is a big fat pig

feeding on leavings of his Apache betters.

You have brought only one thing to yourself:

a faster death, Apache.

Hondo

I'm sorry for what I said.

Yeah.

What is this?

Well, it goes back a long way, but it's simple.

Two men, two knives, and a cactus patch.

One man lives and one man dies.

–Hondo... –What I did buy us was some time.

We'll see how much.

Well, I was hopin' it would take him longer to get ready but

looks like Moon Dog's anxious.

The woman wears a ring on her marrying finger

as does this one.

Is she your woman?

She's my wife.

Your hair shall hang from our lodge.

Moon Dog, why don't you shut up.

And your hair shall hang from my horse's mane.

Woman does not look strong.

Perhaps Moon Dog should have chosen the horses.

Well, it doesn't make any difference where you're goin'.

The cougar screams insults and is brave.

The jackal howls and runs away.

Now we shall see, Apache

if you are cougar or jackal.

[Speaks Pima]

[Gunshot]

[Captain Richards] All right, tie 'em up! Get 'em outta here!

–Get a medic in here. –Yes, sir.

Fast! Cut the Davises loose.

[Captain Richards] Put out the fire.

Well, Mr. Lane, looks like you disobeyed orders again.

–How's that? –You had orders to return to Fort Lowell

at the first sign of any unfriendly Indians.

I'll get a full report from Mr. Davis.

Yeah, you do that.

Oh, uh, Hondo.

–Here's your eagle claw. –Thanks.

Well, don't thank me. Thank Sam.

[Barks]

–Little Pima-type contest? –Yeah.

Toward the end there I...

I had a feeling that I wasn't doing so good.

Well, my scouts will have your report to Colonel Crook within a few days.

Well, I guess a lot of white men will be a little disappointed.

Mr. Davis, there's only one cure for gold fever.

That's no gold.

Hondo.

I don't know what to say.

There's nothing you have to say.

You've got a good man.

So does Destarte.

Hyah! Hyah!

Do either of you care to volunteer to ride to Colonel Crook with the report?

No, Captain, I can't.

–Why not? –Well, I still have some cactus, uh...

It's not easy for me to ride just yet.

Well, I reckon I'll volunteer then.

Well, thank you, Mr. Baker.

Thanks.

Shall we, uh, step inside?

Hondo?

Hello, Angie.

Could I talk to you for a minute?

Sure.

Johnny's been asking about you.

Oh, he has, huh? How is he?

–Fine. –Good.

Hondo.

Mrs. Davis told me what you did.

I wish there was some way I could make up for what I said.

Well, uh, there is.

–How? –Did you happen to bake a pie for supper?

–I did. –Well...

Well, come on. Johnny's waiting.

Say, Angie, about that pie. Is that apple?

Yes.

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