All language subtitles for Richard Thorpe_1942_Apache Trail (Lloyd Nolan, Donna Reed, William Lundigan, Ann Ayars, Connie Gilchrist, Chill Wills, Miles Mander)

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Here you are Judge Keeley.

Said you wanted to
stop off at the jail.

Hey, marshal!

Roust him out of that polecat's nest.

Judge Keeley is in a powerful hurry,
making for Red River.

Round up your prisoners
and trot them out here.

Ain't but one awaiting trial.

Bring the maverick out.

Judgin' ain't no round of pleasure,
I can tell you.

Sentenced four men to hang
in Lordsburg yesterday

and three more coming up
in Red River tomorrow.

You got a reputation judge
of being pretty stern.

I follow one rule:
when in doubt, hang 'em.

This is him judge, Tom Folliard.

Any kin to Trigger Bill Folliard?

Kid brother, judge.

Charge?

Him and two other outlaws
jumped an express messenger.

Any evidence?

Not much against Tom here,

he didn't have none of the
plundered, he didn't try to get away.

The other two tried and did.

Maybe you're not guilty of robbery, but you
are guilty of consorting with criminals.

60 days.
All right, driver!

He's already done 90 days, judge.

Sentence amended to 90 days,
court's adjourned!

I guess you're free, Tom.
Come inside and get your saddle.

You can locate your
horse over at the stable.

Hey, Tom,
I've been waiting.

What's the matter with you,
don't you realize that's the

best thing that could have happened to you,
toughen you up?

When I roped you into that hold-up,

I figured a real gunfight'd
bring out the sand in you.

And you'll see that I was right too.
A man can't be weak.

You gotta be hard to live around here.
A guy's gotta take care of his own hide.

Wait a minute,
you've only seen the worst of it.

Here's the good part:
here's your cut.

I've already had my cut, Trigger:
three months rotting in that stinking hole

and the only good part of it was not
having to look at that lyin' face of yours.

I only got just so much patience
even with my own brother.

You're lucky I'm not packing a gun.
Next time you've got anything to say,

be sure you're ready
to make your fight.

I'll be ready.

There goes the fastest man with a
gun in the whole southwest.

Second fastest, Saunders.

Second fastest.

Howdy, Mr. Walters.

They didn't tell me the stage
went through Apache country.

I want to transfer at once,

I'll not go another mile
on Indian territory.

Well then you better look
for a place to squat, ma'am.

It's Apache country no
matter which way you travel.

I come to see you about my old job.

I've been waiting to see if you had cheek
enough to come back here, Tom Folliard.

Should've known better
than to hire you to begin with.

Where you going?

I don't know one good
reason why I should, but...

Well I,

I might gamble with you.

I been looking forward to
riding shotgun on the stage again.

No, no, that's out.

You know that desert station
in the Tonto Valley?

Yeah.

The last three agents
I sent up there hightailed it.

Last one massacred by the Apaches.

It's a tough assignment,

it'll take a tough man to lick it.

Are you thinking of me
to run the whole shebang?

I knew your father, Tom.

He didn't amount to much

and your brother's reputation has
carried clear back to the home office.

They'd think I was crazy to
give you another chance.

Yeah, I reckon they would.

If you failed me it would mean my scalp
just as sure as if the Apaches lifted it.

That station is just as
much of a problem as you.

Yeah, I'm gambling that you get
straightened out together.

Here's your pass.
Stage leaves at nine.

I don't know what to say-

I'll not be massacred by the Indians,
I'll sue this company.

I still don't know what to say-

Might try saying "thanks."

Yeah, thanks.

Yippee!

If you knew his father and
his brother are such bad stock,

why are you taking such
a long chance with him?

I knew his whole family.

I knew his mother too.

Tonto Valley Station, folks.
Just changin' horses and pushing on.

You look to be going
somewhere senora.

I have had enough of
this lonely desert waste

they can find another housekeeper
to look after this corral.

Oh, Don Tomas.

Hello there Senora Martinez.
Hiya, Rosalia.

Hello, Juke.
Amber.

Hi, Tom.

Acting like you've never
seen this place before, Tom.

Yeah, that's right,
I've been here lots of times

I just never looked at it.

If I knew you are coming, Don Tomas,
I prepare a casita for you.

Yes, we have missed you.

Well, I've been on a vacation,
so to speak.

Rosalia, you're sprouting up
like a cholla tree.

Sort of grew up all of a sudden.

Excuse me, for five years now
my daughter she has grow up.

She is almost 18.

I have big surprise,
all the time I have keep this for you.

What is it?

Your tobacco.

My tobacco?

Well, last time you come
with the stage you forget.

Thanks, Rosalia.

Hey you, get away from there!
Go on home. Go on.

Two things in this world no man can
housebreak: horses and redskin injuns.

Get over.

What drove that Apache
boy out of the hills?

His name is Cochee, Don Tomas.

He would like to live
with the white man.

He wants to work too.
Perhaps, when we all go today,

he will look after the
station until somebody comes.

Well, who's all leaving?

Madre, me, and that Juke and Amber.
We all go.

I'm sorry to hear that, I'm just moving in.
New agent for the company.

Hey, injun boy!

Come here.

Cochee, I'm Tom Folliard,
in charge here now

and I'd appreciate it if you'd
stay around and help me.

You know, it's gonna
take a lot of doing,

but Cochee and I are gonna make
this the finest station on the line.

Of course, that wouldn't
interest you none senora

as long as you're not
gonna be around here.

Ah, Don Tomas,
my heart, it bleeds for you.

Never in all history has the
proud family of Martinez been so degraded.

But for you,
we stay in this forsaken desert.

It is not fair to deprive you of such
a wonderful housekeeper as myself.

Juke! Get the satchels to the kitchen,
set the fire in the stove!

Pronto! Pronto!

Why, you can't order us
around anymore, senora.

As soon as we fix these horses, me and
Amber is finished, you know, retired.

- What!
- Oh, wait a minute!

I'll get the bags!
I'll get the bags!

Nobody has to stay here
if they don't want to.

They will stay.
Everyone will stay for you, Don Tomas.

We will make this station shine
so the whole world will see it.

Cochee, pull up those weeds!

Rosalia, don't stand there!

Draw some water,
we start to clean up this place.

I'm so happy you get this chance.

It is just like cooking.

Some people say,
"this cream is sour, throw it out."

But no, put with the right things,
it makes a beautiful cake.

That is like you and the station.

Together, you'll make up to the
world for your brother.

You know Rosalia,
that mother of yours is full of surprises.

I didn't know she
thought that well of me.

Oh, Don Tomas, there are
many things you do not know.

Westbound stage is due pretty soon,
you got that list of supplies made out?

It's almost finished, Don Tomas.
I have put everything down.

Rosalia, I don't know
what I'd do without you.

All the weeks you have been
here, Don Tomas,

the station is very much different.

All the people who come and go here
know a very fine patr�n is in charge.

I'm sure the company gets good reports.

I didn't do it by myself.
You all helped and I appreciate it.

You can tell things are going good,
our appetites are better.

Cochee, read that smoke for us.

- Apache make fire.
- Apache make fire.

Brilliant Apache,
mind like a razor!

Juke, saddle my horse,
I wanna meet the stage.

What do you reckon them Apaches are
saying with that smoke talk, Tom?

It ain't good news.

Howdy, Tom!

- Howdy, boys!
- Hi, Tom!

That Apache smoke talk
bring you out to meet us?

What do you make of it?

Likely the natives is having
a barbecue in the mountains.

I see you only got
three passengers.

How do you do?

Proud, ma'am.

Woah!

Hey, Tom!

We got the gear of some Army
major in the boot, name of Lowden.

He was supposed to catch
up to us on his own mount,

but we ain't seen
hide nor hair of him.

Especially hair.

I look after these
myself, you know.

I doubt whether I should be
able to replace them locally.

My husband has come west to
paint the Indians, Mr. Folliard.

Thank you.

Driver had some very nice things
to say about you, Mr. Folliard.

Ed's one of our best men
and, uh, worst liars.

Juke, Amber, you there, Cochee,

help the passengers with their traps.

Get this stage unloaded.

After riding through all of
this dangerous country,

somehow I feel quite safe here.

You seem to have
made this place a refuge.

Oh yes ma'am.
These walls are very strong.

I'm sure they are.

There's a horseman coming,
and he sure is laying it on.

From the brand of riding
this will be the major now.

I'm curious to see if he's got
all his hair under that hat.

Folliard's my name.

Major Lowden, United States Calvary.

My equipment's supposed
to be aboard this stage.

There it is.

Good.
I'm traveling on immediately.

Well, suppose we talk
about that after dinner?

In the meantime, allow me to present
these ladies and gentlemen,

Mr. And Mrs. Thorne, Major Lowden.

- How do you do, Major Lowden?
- Ms. Selden, Major Lowden.

How do you do?

Danged if he ain't playing it safe.

Cochee, bring the major's equipment.

Folks, if you'll step this way, please.

She's very pretty, madre.

No more than you.
But, he notices her.

Why don't you put on that
red blouse I bought for you

and excite him just a little
with with your beauty?

Sorry madre,
but I can do my work here,

and I can keep for him all
that is good in my heart,

if ever he should want it.

I can pray too sometimes.

Seems you have not prayed enough.

- Rosalia?
Yes, Don Tomas.

Put the senorita in
the north corner room.

Welcome to the hacienda Senorita.

- Thank you.
- If you will please to come.

Juke! Mr. and Mrs. Thorne,
the other end of the hall.

Unpack my bag, will you please?

Oh, what a beautiful dress.

- That's my n�glig�e.
- Please?

N�glig�e, a dressing gown.

Oh, someday I will have a
beautiful dress like this.

All the men will want
to dance with me.

Does Mr. Folliard have
dances way out here?

Oh, no. He's much too busy.

I don't suppose there's much future for
a man running a place like this?

Oh yes, Senorita.

If he runs this well, they give him two
stations and then three and then...

Yes?

Well, other people think he'd
be president of the company,

but I think he will be governor
of the whole territory.

Oh, he is very handsome.
Your sweetheart?

My husband.

He's not traveling with you?

No. I'll call you if
I need anything more.

I know, you are
on your way to join him.

My husband died some time ago.

Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to-

I am very sorry.
He was so handsome and young,

but he must have
been a great soldier.

What was the battle that killed him?

It was an Indian fight.
The battle of Stone Creek.

I would not advise the senora
to unpack everything.

The stage will be leaving
soon after dinner.

You might bring in my other bag.

Hey that's a pretty heavy
Fargo box you're carrying.

That's payroll for the soldiers
down the major's way.

I've been pressing him to put off
heading into them smokes.

Major ain't got as
much to lose as some of us.

Well, can I report late for duty
on account of a little smoke? Hm?

There's a rider heading this way.

Well, he's welcome if he's peaceable.

He ain't peaceable,
so I locked the gate.

Is it Trigger Bill?

That's who it is, Tom.

Ed, Les, put that Fargo box
in the store room.

Come on, open up here!
What's the matter, nobody home?

Who's got the fancy idea of
keeping these gates closed?

What kind of a password does a man
need to get into this corral?

Come on, open up, will ya?

Open 'em up.

Howdy! First I had the idea
and hit the wrong place.

You did.

But with your gate closed and all

for a man who prides hisself
on keeping open hacienda-

You can water your horse
before you push along.

I thought you were
running a public house here.

I reckon it's your privilege to turn a
white man away from your gates,

but those smokes going up back there,
nearest water hole 14 mile.

Juke, take care of the pinto.

That's friendlike of you, Tom.

You got a real nice nose for a
loaded Fargo box, haven't you?

You're talking like a
scared vigilante, Tom.

I'll take your guns.

Oh sure, you got me wrong, Tom.

Why, there ain't the slightest
out-of-the-way notion

in my whole head
about that Fargo box.

I'll take your guns.

Why you wanna act so ornery, Tommy?
I tell you what,

sacred word of honor the whole time I'm
breaking your bread. Huh? How's that?

That's fine, Trigger.
- Good.

Now, I'll take your guns.

Well...

looks like I got no choice, for now.

You can have these back
when you're pulling out.

Look out boys, time to eat.
Can you hear the cook?

I said to myself: what Audubon is doing
for the birds, I'll do for the Indians.

You better put plenty of
salt on their tails.

Oh boy, you'd better be getting our luggage
back on the stage while we're having lunch.

There's no hurry.
You can keep that end room for tonight.

For tonight? Do you imply sir that the
stage is not leaving directly?

Well, I'm not letting you outta here until
I know for sure what you're riding into.

No one man, good as Les here is
with a Winchester,

can stand off a band of
hostile Apaches in a running fight.

Ed, gimme that key please.

My plans call for me to be
in Lordsburg by tomorrow night.

What evidence have you
of native hostility?

Or is this just a way of
dramatizing yourself?

I beg you to forgive my husband,
he's seriously ill.

But you see there's a doctor from
Mexico City in Lordsburg now

who may be able to help him.

Oh, Helen,
I asked you not to mention that!

Mr. Folliard knows more about
the situation than any of us.

Surely we can place our
security in his hands.

Well sure, you folks just
don't understand my brother.

Now, he's a kind of a man that
takes his obligations to heart.

Come darling.

The garbanzos they do not wait.
Senora, you may sit there.

Rosalia, not senora...
senorita.

Senora. Her beautiful husband
was killed in the Indian wars.

Oh, then he was in the service?

He was a fine general.
I saw his picture.

Captain Selden, yes.

Fred Selden?
Why, I was acquainted with Fred,

and with the circumstances
of his death.

Apache!

Cochee, throw it on down here.

Ain't nothing in sight.

Not even a jack rabbit.

That's Apache, all right.

Major, I guess this settles your trip.

Well, you can't be certain from a single
arrow that a whole tribe is hostile.

I'm not, but I'm soon gonna be.

Those smoke signals seem to be coming
from the Indian burial ground.

Juke, get my horse. Amber, you stay up
there and keep your eyes skinned.

Les, I'd feel better if
you and Ed kind of make

yourselves responsible
for this Fargo box.

Oh keep it, Tom.
You'll be back.

Take it.

Going to a class on Indian
cooking, Mr. Folliard?

Meaning what?

When I first saw you at the stage,

I heard you say the natives
were having a barbecue.

Aw, I'm just gonna do a little
scouting around the station.

That arrow means danger for
us, doesn't it?

That's what I'm aiming to find out.

Thanks, Juke.
Open the gate, will you?

I suppose I'm worried unnecessarily,
I'm not really worried about myself.

No?
Who, then?

You.

Thanks, but don't be.

Won't be long before we have you
safely in Frisco with your friend.

I have no friend.

One of the pleasing
things about travel,

you never know where
you're gonna find 'em.

Hey Tom, how about taking me along?

I know a shortcut up to those
burying grounds.

All right.

Well fine, I'll be right with you.

Oh, I'll be needing my
shootin' irons, of course.

Yeah, I had an idea that was
what made you so obliging.

No deal.

Well, a man can try, can't he?

Well, adi�s, Tom. If you come back,
I probably won't be here.

You won't be here if you make
one move toward that Fargo box,

you'll be taking a shortcut
to our burying ground.

I didn't really want to go.

This coffee was too strong.

It's not possible for
coffee to be too strong.

Have you no regard for
your poor old mother?

The best you know how to do
is to slave in the kitchen

while other people steal
your opportunities.

May I impose on you for another cup
of your very good coffee?

The very best coffee is always
at the bottom of the pot.

No one imposes here, senora.
Everyone is welcome, everyone.

All kinds of people come and go here,

but they are like the
stage that brings them,

they come in with a rush,
and then whoosh, they are gone.

And we at the station
have forget them.

That's why I'm so fortunate having
to stay over here has given me the

opportunity to discover how
really delightful it is.

Delightful, she says.

All summer there's
heat and choking dust.

And you should see it when it rains.
It brings out the bugs,

the scorpions and lizards and the
snakies to plague us.

Those murderous Apaches
wait to cut our ears off.

Indians, danger, loneliness...
they wouldn't bother me in the least.

They're exciting.

In fact, I find most things about this
place perfectly charming.

I might easily be persuaded to
spend the rest of my life here.

"She will spend the rest of her life here."

If she does not leave with the stage,
it will be a very short one.

Well, Rosalia, don't stand there!

Still set on hitting
the trail, huh, major?

Precisely. Though it's
no concern of yours.

Just remember I told you
the Apaches was hostile.

Well, people around here don't seem
to take much stock in what you say.

Oh, no?

Well, maybe this'll speak for me:
Genuine medicine pipe, snake stripe.

And nobody can get one of them from
the Apache unless'n he risk his hair.

That'll fetch a neat pile of
gold dust in Frisco.

Hey, gimme it.

Howdy, ma'am.
Like to see a genuine injun pipe?

You smell just like a Chinese barber shop.
Oh, meaning no offense,

they smell real pretty.

Well, I wish I could
say as much for you.

Yes, she's all right. Huh?

Say major,

I've been wondering,

how'd that lady's husband fix
to kill himself, bullet or rope?

I never said Captain Sullivan
committed suicide.

What, married to that beautiful bell-mare,

bound to draw every man within
a hundred miles of running?

What could an honorable
officer do but suicide hisself?

You are a very sharp man.

I allow so, but you can trust me.

I never break any man's sacred confidence.
Come on, let's drink on that.

No thanks.
My mount settled?

Yep. Though it's against
my better judgment.

It'd be safer if you wait
around here for a while.

You outta know,
you run with them injuns plenty.

With 'em and from 'em.

But it's not safety I'm after.
Furthermore, if there is gonna be trouble,

it's my duty to go on to
the fort and send back troops.

You better stick to the arroyo, major.
'Til you hit the mountains.

Thanks. My compliments to the
ladies and to Mr. Folliard.

Why thanks, major.
That's mighty nice of you.

I'm sorry I was rude, Mr. Folliard.

That's all right, sugar. I figured you
wouldn't waste our time being insulted.

- Major was right, you are a sharp man.
- Mm-hmm.

You're a mighty sharp woman too.
That's why you want to talk to me now.

You figure to warm me up a little so's
I wouldn't bust up your play for Tom.

You know, you and me ought to get along
fine together. We are the same breed.

I knew that as soon as I seen that
black war paint on your eyelashes.

I see you don't wanna be
friends with anyone, do you?

Nah. No. No. Don't get huffed.

We both of us know if I had four or
five minutes to spare from business,

I could have you
crawling around my boots.

You know,
I figure you'll be good for Tom.

Toughen him up the way I will.

You'll probably end up
with that pious galoot.

All the time down deep in your heart,
you'll know you've passed up a better man.

Sitting there like a couple of
weasels watching the hen coop.

Well, don't let me catch
either one of you nodding off

some of my property's
in that store room.

- Your property?
- My guns.

Hold still.

What you trying to do, knife me?
You soft-living, spineless, skunk!

Easy Scout,
you've been hit pretty bad.

Don't you think I know it?

That ain't warm turtle
soup filling my boots,

sabbath-breaking varmints.

I'll teach 'em going around
punching holes in people's clothes.

How'd they get you?

I had a right smart
skirmish with 60 of 'em.

I only saw six bringing you in.

Them was the survivors.

You saved me their talk.
What riled them up?

How do I know?
You got me away too soon,

blast your maggoty hide.

But I heared this much,
it was a white man!

Cochee, relax, please.
Let your arms drop naturally.

You don't mind my looking on, do you?

Oh no, not at all. I just love people
blowing down my neck when I'm working.

Say, how'd you like to paint yourself a
real blood brother to the Apache? Huh?

Stand away, Cochee.

Wow. You'll do for me to
keep my hand in,

while I'm looking for a real
Indian in this desert.

One with war paint and arrows, you know?

You just stick with us, Mr,
you'll get your wish.

Oh now, look here, you moved.
A little more, around this way.

Yeah. Hold it. Say, were you
trying to frighten me just now?

No.

Because I've been face to face
with death for seven years.

I'm a bit of an expert at it.
You might say a connoisseur.

And somehow, to tell you
the truth Mr. Folliard,

I can't see a quiet country cemetery,

with robins and weeping willow trees,
for your tired bones either.

Well, that'll suit I reckon.

Finest tombstone a man can earn is
a standing horse with an empty saddle.

Well, now you're not
standing properly again.

Fella don't feel right without the
weight of his guns, you know?

- Oh, is that the trouble?
- Mm-hmm.

Maybe you can borrow a couple
from the boys inside.

Well, I should have a couple of
revolvers in my luggage somewhere.

Well, can I fetch 'em for you, Mr?

Well, you'll find them I guess in
that big trunk there, top tray.

Come, come, Mr. Let's get on.

How's this?

Trifle strange, isn't it?

Get back to your
first position here.

Hey!

Juke! You know I can
beat you on that draw.

Yeah, I know, Trigger.

I guess you got the drop on me.

Just put those guns in that tray
and you and me'll get along fine.

Careful now.

Just by the handle.

That's it.
Now pick up that tray.

Walk ahead of me into the bar.

Not too fast.

When you hear me say, "all right,"

lay it down and step aside.

- You can't win the showdown.
- Keep moving.

- Mr. Folliard! What's the-
- Shut up, get in there!

All right, Juke.

Now boys, I wanna do this quiet.

You've all been real friendlike.

We're three to one on
you, Trigger.

Not with my draw you ain't.

We all know that I can guarantee
the first two that reach for their irons,

and likely number three,
while I'm falling.

Any opinions?
Good.

Ed, suppose you carry that
Winchester and your sidearm

and dump it in that collection basket?

Slow and easy does it.

Finger off the trigger.

Much obliged.

Amber.

You wanna live don't you?

Feed the kitty careful then.

Reach down and get your
gun just with your pinkies.

Easy does it.

That's fine.

Thank you, kindly.

Les?

What's the use of a man living

once he's done something
he can never live down?

Les!

That's the trouble
with a Texan like Les,

he's a good shooting man,

only figures a little lead
won't do him any real harm.

Come on in sugar!
Join the shindig.

Maybe I'll show you a couple of
tricks that even you ain't seen.

All right. Now, who's got the key?

I hate to hurry you boys,
but I aim to start by killing Amber here.

Ah, that's better.
Open that door and stand away.

Suppose the rest of you stand over by
the wall where I can keep an eye on you.

Come on, hurry it up.

Uh-uh.

I'd hate to have to put a bullet
through that elegant head of yours.

Just join the congregation, sugar.

Go on.

Amber, sing out to Cochee.

Tell him to saddle two horses:
mine and an extra one.

You ain't gonna get far, Trigger.

Sing out!

Hey, Cochee!

Hey, I'm here.

Tell him naturallike.

Saddle Trigger Bill's horse,
and a little bay.

Amber! Grab this Fargo box.
Come on, come on.

Use both hands.

All right. All of you out to
the stables ahead of me.

Yeah, I suppose though
he ain't long for this earth,

but he'll last longer than the first one
of you that makes a quick move.

Tie that box to my saddle.

The rest of you,
stop where you are.

Face the west wall. The west.

All right, sugar,
climb on that horse.

What?

I ain't a man that likes to travel alone.
Get on that horse.

I'm not going with you.

Ah, don't go acting hasty,

you and me and that Fargo box
can do big things together.

I'll take you to Acapulco where
the China stuff comes in...

silks, rose tea, carved stones,

I'll show you flowers and drinks and
smokes that you never even dreamed of

and you'll love 'em.
Now get on that horse!

All right boys now I'm
traveling kind of heavy.

Juke, I want your word
you're not gonna follow,

or do I have to
cripple your horses?

You don't have to
cripple the horses,

you've got my word,
we won't follow you.

All right.

Join the rest.
Cochee, open the gate.

No.

I'll give you three
seconds and I count fast.

Un-bar it, Cochee.

You going some place, Trigger?

- Pistol him, Tom!
- Shut up, Scout.

I know if somebody put
a six-shooter in my hand

I'd gun him like I would a
loco mustang with a broke leg.

You ain't man enough to
gun your own brother.

I got a job now and it's taking care
of everything and everybody here.

I've told you Tom, nothing counts
except your own hide.

That's the way it's
gotta be in this country.

You're not talking me
out of this, Trigger.

If you take that Fargo box
you're gonna do it smoking.

I don't have to kill you, Tom.

Before you can get to your irons,

I'll put a bullet through
the back of both your hands.

I'm ready.

All right, make your fight!

Well, whad'ya know,
Tom outdrawed him!

Boys, go help Scout.
He had an Apache arrow in his back.

Come in the house and
I will fix them for you.

Rosalia, what's that gun for?

I was going to kill him
dead if he hurt you.

Hey, Sonny,

does your rich boss drink
up all his liquor himself

or does he sometimes
passel out a trap or two?

Now, if it had been me at the
business end of them six-shooters,

that Trigger Bill woulda got both those
slugs just right where his eyebrows meet.

Blood-thirsty cuss, ain't he?

Lion-hearted too.

Hey, Folliard,

have you seen anything of a tender-foot
cattle officer passing by here lately?

You mean Major Lowden?

I don't recollect his cognomen but he's
fixed for hair about like a sausage.

That's him,
he left for the fort.

Curse you for you're gold-grubbing
whiskey-hoardin' fools!

Without me to chaperone
him across that desert,

he'd have to be slicker than a newborn
weasel to get by them Apache outposts.

Are they really scalp-hunting?

This here just happens to be a genuine
bottled-in-the-bond injun uprising.

Mind you now, they ain't just a sprinklin'
of the local bucks neither.

It's the whole Apache nation
under Geronimo.

- Geronimo?
- They'll be moving on.

Sure they'll be moving on, ain't anymore
whites left in these parts for 'em to kill.

Couple hours before them Apaches nailed me
I met up with a travel party of Arapaho.

Did you get any news?

Well, it seems the night before,

them snake tribe Apaches was
initiating a new member into their tribe,

they thought right well of the cuss too,
wasn't for lettin' him go.

A white man. Must have been a
devil in a man's pelt.

Before he pulled out though, he...

shot dang knows how many
of his new blood brothers

and he pouched
the medicine pipe.

Trigger Bill!

Well I might have know'd it.

Just like you to make tracks
straight for this station,

so them injuns
sure won't miss your trail.

Help yourself to some ammunition
outta the store room boys

and try and get some sleep.

Take turns standing watch.

You don't seem very worried.

I'm not.

That's kind of strange,
I sort of figured you would be.

It's because I'm happy
here, that's all.

With all this going on?

Mm-hmm.

Why?

I was on my way to San Francisco, Tom.
I thought I'd...

Go ahead, you can say it.

I thought I might find
someone I could marry.

Someone with money, could give me all
the comforts and luxuries that a woman

thinks are so important.
I was fooling myself.

I found what I want,
here with you.

Does it always happen like that,
sort of suddenly?

Sometimes it does, Tom.

A man and a woman can know each other
for years and never find out

how much they really mean to each other.

Sometimes, they know right away.

Don't you worry none, honey.
Juke'll take care of this situation.

Oh, excuse me Tom,
I thought you were alone.

What do you want?

Well, I was just thinking that maybe we
better get all the horses together and

put 'em outside so when the Apaches
come they won't get under foot,

but then we gotta be careful them
injuns don't make off with 'em.

What do you think, huh?

What are you talking about?

Well, I was just thinking maybe we
better get all the horses-

Perhaps,
I better go back to my room.

I still think it's a good idea.

- What?
- The horses.

Well, if you think
it's such a good idea,

you go take care of 'em
all by yourself!

Come in.

Senora,
I know you must be frightened

so I think it will help if I
come in and keep you company.

Apache!

Up on the roof!

Quick! Take the tower.

Ed, west wall for you.

Juke, north fire stack.

You're safe here senora,
if you keep you away from the windows.

Thank you my dear,
but I'm not worried.

I'm confident the major will
get through and bring us help.

Caramba!
I stand him on his head!

Oh!
I fix him!

Don Tomas.

Cochee...

Cochee good Indian?

Cochee good Indian.

Folliard! Them cursed Apaches
is pullin' out on us!

They pullin' out over here too.
I reckon Geronimo's got his belly full.

They don't know them
Apaches like I do.

All right boys, take a rest.
Senora Martinez will bring out some coffee.

Well, Tom, we've done it,
whereat's Amber?

I didn't get a chance to
tell you about Amber, Juke.

He's still laying out on the roof.

They've been partners
for a long time.

Tom, here quickly,
it's Mr. Thorne!

This here makes three of us, but I
guess we're pretty lucky at that.

Yeah, somebody better tell Mrs. Thorne.

Rosalia, would you?

Of course, Don Tomas.

She'll do it more
gentle than any of us.

Hey, hey.

Americano!
Americano!

Hold your fire, it's only one.

- What's he saying?
- He says-

Quit your jawing,
I'll make out his blabber!

He says, Geronimo says there
ain't no sense in anymore killing,

all he wants is just one man.

Geronimo says turn that
white Apache out the gate

and he'll take the whole
tribe back up into the hills.

In honor of a great chief, he says.

How long does he give us to answer?

A couple hours, not more.

Or else what?

Or else they'll come back
and keep a'comin.

Who knows how many of us are left here?

Tell him you're holding out, Tom!

The major will be coming
back with the cavalry.

It's the major's, all right.

What are we waiting for? Let's open that
gate and feed Trigger to them Apaches.

I'll be hornswoggled if
I'm gonna risk my neck

protecting a no-good
pipe-stealing renegade.

Now this ain't no time to be
adding up Trigger Bill's sins,

he's still a white man.

- I say he go.
- And I say he stay.

Now hold out a minute,
both of you.

It's not your right to be judgin'
Trigger Bill by yourselves.

We've all got a say in this.

Get everybody in the main
room and we'll take a vote.

You'll each take one of these, and when it
comes your turn, put it on the table.

White means we hang-on
as at present.

Black, we rend the guilty
man over to Geronimo.

Don't let me embarrass nobody.

Mrs. Thorne?

Majority rules.

I'm calling on the men to vote first so
there won't be any undue sentiment.

Everybody understand?

White means Trigger stays,
black, he goes.

I vote black,
for old times.

Ed?

I still got to vote for a white skin.

Ed, go on out and relieve Juke.
Les?

I seen two massacres in my day.

Senora?

It's lucky for you,
I hate Indians.

- It's even!
- Mrs. Thorne.

Why ma'am you can't vote for the sidewinder
that made a target outta your own husband.

I just don't feel that I should
like to judge Mr. Folliard's brother.

Thank you, ma'am.

Ed explained the vote?

I got Trigger's horse all saddled for him,
I'm thinking of Amber.

Constance, if you are ready?

Four and four.

Well, Tom,
I reckon it's up to you.

Make it fast, boys!
Things are stirring!

All right, let's signal Geronimo and
turn the prisoner over to justice. Ed!

Just a minute,

Tom, surely Trigger's life can't mean
more to you than all the rest of us?

Do not listen to her, Don Tomas.

She is thinking only of herself
because she is afraid.

If someone really love you,
they will die for you.

She would say,
"let them come, all those Indians..."

"At least I will be
with you when we die."

Listen to me, please.

I am not thinking of your brother,

I am thinking of you, the patr�n who
make this a refuge for all who come.

Rosalia, I won't forget
my duties and obligations.

When the Apache's are making war,

we don't ask questions here of
a renegade murder or a lying cheat,

we give 'em refuge when
they come a'knocking.

Ah.

Don Tomas!

It's good you vote
your brother to stay.

And now quickly, there is such a
sweet thing I wish you to know.

Oh yeah?

For such a long time
now I have dreamed that

one day you come to my mother

with your hat in your
hand and you say,

"Senora Martinez, I have the
honor to request your permission"

"to pay my respects to your
daughter, Rosalia."

And if we all die,

this dream has made for
me a very happy life.

Likely, she won't get off
with just a simple scalping.

Don't forget, them injuns
is human and choosy too.

Now that you know how much feeling
there is for you in that gal's heart,

are you gonna let the
Apaches cut it out?

Or do you wanna
to turn that over?

I made my vote.

You're a coward and a fool.
That's a difference between us.

If I'd been in your boots,
I'd have voted black.

Saved my hide and the gal I wanted.

I knew which way you were gonna
vote before it ever came up.

I never had no doubt. I was hoping
you'd use your brains for once.

You gotta be strong if you want to live!
But you, you got no brains,

you got no strength,
you got no guts!

That's right, Trigger.
I got no guts.

You're trouble you bullheaded fool,
you got a heart.

Trigger!

Well, he was a'gaming, for a snake-hearted
thief with his hands bored through.

You're forgetting, Scout,

that my brother wasn't the only thief
to ever have a pair of hands like that,

though the first one
was in better company.

Hey, Scout, take this to the
boys at the fort, will ya?

To remember the major,
he was a brave fellow.

Well, he was luckier than I am,

I've gotta think up some excuse
for all this dawdling and delay.

I not understand this, uh,
this sudden haste.

Madre, I have told you many times,

I have say something
to Don Tomas,

which embarrasses me to stay.

And where is my waist?

It is already packed away.
But here, here's the one I gave you.

Here, the red one?

If you had taken the advice of your mother,
perhaps you would not be leaving!

Goodbye, Tom.
I'm taking a lot of memories with me.

Good luck, Constance. Remember,
if you're ever back this way again,

you're meeting old friends
instead of new ones.

I only have one regret...
I wish I had voted white.

Dang-busted we're more
than 24 hours overdue.

All aboard for Lordsburg, Cochise, Tucson,

and connection for Frisco
and the Golden Gate!

Senora, I wish you'd change
your mind about leaving.

I should have left here a long time ago.
We go home to Madrid.

We do not like these deserts and killings.

I'm right sorry about your leaving
'cause I had something to ask you,

something mighty important to me.

Senora Martinez,
I have the honor of requesting

your permission to pay my addresses
to your daughter, Rosalia.

Oh, Rosalia!

Giddy-up there, boy!
Come on!

Hey Rosalia, that's a mighty
pretty red blouse you have on.

Yes, I am beginning to think this blouse,
she is pretty good.

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