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Well, lucky we happened along on patrol,

or come morning, would have been

sprouting a few Mexican bayonets.

Sylvester! Bostick!

We'll hoist the end of this wagon, you try

to shove that wheel on.

Oh, never mind, Joel boy. This is man's work.

Come on, all together now.

One, two... heave!

Heave!

Sergeant Tate!

Some of Santa Anna's boys!

Sam Houston don't want no shooting yet.

We use our Bowie knives.

I don't have no knife, Sergeant.

Here. Take it!

You've been itching for a scrap. Now's your chance.

You take the last one. On my signal.

Death Valley Days.

Howdy, folks. I'm the Old Ranger.

The Battle of the Alamo was a bloody page

in American History.

"Remember the Alamo" became a slogan

that will perhaps live on forever.

But before the smoke had really cleared above the mission,

a group of stout-hearted men had banded together

to avenge its heroes.

One 15-year-old boy had come to join their fight,

because he was "Davy's Friend."

Well, finish him, boy!

What are you waitin' for?

Darn fool kid. He lost me my horse.

Just like I told you. He's too young. We shouldn't have brought him along.

Ah, shut up. What do you want me to do?

Hang him up to age like a side of beef?

He could have killed you, boy.

I couldn't do it, Sergeant.

Maybe my fist... even a gun.

But not no big knife!

Well, I'm sorry, but you're gonna have to go back

What's your name, boy?

Joel Robison.

Farm boy?

Yes, sir.

From the hills of Tennessee.

Where he oughta stayed.

John, maybe he'd like to come with us.

We could use an extra man.

Yes. Couldn't he, pa?

Me and my wife, and my daughter Natalie here,

are heading for Austin.

You're welcome to come along with us, if you're a mind to.

Thank you, sir.

Hey, Sarge. Sylvester here has got no horse,

thanks to Sonny Boy.

But there's a mighty fine-looking one.

Yes, sir! He's a dandy!

In the name of Sam Houston, we sure ought to confiscate him, Sarge.

I'll shoot the first man who lays a hand on that horse.

That's a fine thank you for our fixin' his wheel for him.

Ain't it, Sarge? What do you hold against Sam Houston, plowman?

I've already given a farm, my house, and a son. That's enough.

Leave his horse be.

Come on, boy.

Take my horse.

Yours? Why, that old nag of yours couldn't go two miles

'fore it dropped dead in its own tracks.

You keep your horse, Joel. You're gonna need him.

You better take care of those bodies back there

before some more of Santa Anna's boys come along.

I'm sorry, Sergeant.

Well, I'm sorry too. Sorry it didn't work out.

I got a lot of respect for a boy like you.

The way things are, with Sam Houston fixin' to make a surprise attack

on Santa Anna's camp,

I just can't afford no more mistakes.

Sergeant...

Give 'em something plenty for the Alamo.

Thank you.

We'll camp here till sundown, when it'll be cooler for traveling.

It's easier on the horses.

It's a long way to Austin.

Hey, you don't have to feel ashamed because you're a farmer

instead of a soldier.

A lot of Sam Houston's fighters was farmers

just a fortnight ago.

Sometimes a man's gotta be both.

Meaning my pa.

And me. Pa wasn't always a bitter man.

He didn't get that way until after the Alamo.

That's where my brother Jimmy was killed.

There wasn't even enough left to identify of him.

The only thing they found was that horse.

Jimmy was only 16 when Pa gave it to him.

He was 19 when he was killed.

Pa thought that Jimmy was a thoroughbred.

And he said that he should have a horse that was a thoroughbred too.

I didn't know.

I understand now.

'Cause I lost me somebody at the Alamo too.

Who? Good friend.

He was the finest man I ever met.

I met him back in Rutherford County, Tennessee.

It's where I'm from.

One day last summer, I got caught in a bear trap

by the seat of my britches.

Old Jezebel.

Best old coon dog in the whole state of Tennessee, Jezebel was.

Ol' Jez, she just plumb lit out and left me.

Then along come this man.

Stood a head taller'n any man I ever seen.

His shoulders, they was a mile wide.

His face lit up when he seen me, and...

grinned from ear to ear, sayin' as,

how I didn't look like no bear, but...

I sure did look funny stuck there like one.

He sprung me out of that trap, and...

he took a look at my rifle gun,

started laughin' all over again.

Why?

It was an old, old rifle gun of my grandpap's.

When this here man quit his laughing,

he said I was "just liable to blow myself clean into the next county"

with that worn-out old blunderbuss.

I only knew him for a few days.

But he taught me more about life...

about feeling.

Made me feel important.

If there is a place in this world for...

for even an old farm boy like me.

And then, just before he left,

he gave me this.

He kept the writing on it hisself.

"Be sure you're right, then go ahead...

Davy Crockett?"

You really knew him? Davy Crockett was my friend.

Then Santa Anna's boys killed him.

I just gotta get him even.

Cannon!

Santa Anna and General Houston's havin' it out!

Battle's started!

Gotta get there.

I got to get in that fightin' for Mr. Crockett!

Maisie, yuh... Come here.

Come on!

You young folks are all the same!

It's like talking to the broad side of a barn, that's what it is.

Mr. McAllister, I...

I'm sorry, sir, but you can't tell me what to do.

You ain't my pa!

And even if you was, I wouldn't listen!

I come all the way from Tennessee to avenge me a friend's death.

And I mean to do it. You'll only get yourself killed, boy.

Maybe I will.

But when a man's gotta do something,

he's just gotta do it.

No matter what!

Mr. McAllister!

I don't want to fight you, sir.

Give me back my saddle!

I've always said that a thoroughbred

needs a thoroughbred horse.

Now I got two reasons for goin' back.

Mr. Crockett...

and Jimmy.

Joel, I have something for you too.

Keep this with you wherever you go.

It's a medal of St. Christopher.

That's the patron saint that watches over all who travel.

He will protect you and bring you back safely.

Maybe even one day...

to Austin.

Joel! Why, we could have killed ya, boy.

What are you doing here?

I've come back to fight, sir.

Why, it's too late. Battle's over with, Joel.

Over? But the cannon! I heard all that shootin' just a while ago.

Sam Houston ordered us to attack Santa Anna's boys

while they was enjoying their siesta.

It only lasted for a few minutes, but you never saw nothin' like it.

I'd say there was over 600 of them got killed.

And that many again took prisoner.

Ah, General Houston, he got himself wounded some in the leg.

He's gonna be all right, though.

And that General Santa Anna?

That great "Napoleon of the West"?

He lit out of there on his black charger like a hot Texas wind.

Hey, they're still out lookin' for him.

If you ask me, I'd say he's clear to South America by now.

It's all over. I'm too late!

There ain't much doin' now,

except to round up some of Santa Anna's strays.

I tell you what, boy.

I'll let you help us pick up a few prisoners. Sure, Sergeant.

Well, all right then. Let's move on out.

Day's gettin' short.

We better split up in four ways.

Now you be careful, boy.

Some of Santa Anna's men might still have their weapons.

You watch your step. And you report back here before sundown.

Yes, sir!

!¡Alto!

Ho.

Whoa.

Hey! Someone hidin' in there?

Someone's in there, you better come out before I blast you out.

You hear me?

Come on out of there.

All right. Don't try nothin'.

You a Mexican?

You ain't no farmer.

Looks to me like you stole them clothes.

Would you look at that fancy belt buckle?

Dad gum it if you ain't one of Santa Anna's boys!

I'm takin' you in as my prisoner!

Let's go, boy.

He should have been back by now. I told him sundown.

Maybe you shouldn't let him go off alone like that, Sarge.

You know that boy's chicken-hearted. He wouldn't hurt a horsefly.

Well, we can't wait no more. Daylight's about give out.

Sergeant Tate!

I thought I told you sundown!

But Sergeant, I got me a prisoner!

Yeah. I can see that.

Where'd you catch him? Raidin' somebody's henhouse?

Well, if you was lookin' for a farmhand, you sure got yourself a jim-dandy.

Go on, get over there in line with the rest of 'em.

!¡Alto!! Alto!

You! How come he's totin' your pack?

Dame el paquete. Pronto.

What kind of Mexican peónsoldier

wears an expensive ring like that?

Here, let me see the palm of your hand.

They're smooth as silk.

Hey, Sylvester! I think we got us an officer here.

And you know what we do with officers.

Yeah.

We shoot 'em.

Yo soy Antonio Lopéz de Santa Anna, presidente de México.

Comandante del Ejército Mexicano.

Holy catfish!

Hey, hey, you know who this fellow is?

Why, that's Santa Anna hisself!

Santa Anna?

I caught Santa Anna?

Why, you sure did, boy!

And don't call me boy.

Well, let's uh... move on!

I'm Joel Robison, reportin' as ordered to General Sam Houston.

So, you're Joel Robison.

How do, General Houston... sir.

Oh, at ease, soldier. Come over here, where we can talk.

How's your leg, General? Ah, no more than a scratch.

I wanted to meet you. You know, you proved yourself quite a man.

Sergeant Tate told me all about you.

And I'm sure Davy Crockett would be proud of you.

I know I am.

Thank you, General.

Now the fighting's over, where'll you be going?

I don't know, sir. Back to Rutherford County, Tennessee, I reckon.

Well, good luck, Joel.

Good luck to you, General Houston!

No, sir! I ain't goin' back to Tennessee!

I'm headin' for Austin, Texas!

What made you change your mind, Joel?

St. Christopher, sir!

With the capture of General Santa Anna,

the Texas Revolution ended.

And Texas Independence became an established fact.

And Joel Robison, the 15-year-old farmboy

from Rutherford County, Tennessee,

had avenged the death of his friend, Davy Crockett.