Ulzana's Raid (1972) Movie Script
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Strike!
Nab it, Lieutenant!
Close but clean-- that's a strike.
Uh... strike.
Strike?
That was a foot outside! Maybe more!
Strike.
Ball never come close
to being a strike!
That's the way.
Ball!
Ball? Ball?
I don't mean to argue with an officer,
but that sure as spit
looked good to me.
I don't think so, Sergeant.
They've gone out!
War party out!
Ulzana's gone out!
War party's gone out!
Ulzana's come out,
and they're out on a raid!
Ulzana!
Corporal, get that horse!
Force them around! Come on!
All hell's going to break loose!
Ulzana's gone out!
No. I am not anxious to send
a large force after Ulzana...
and an unspecified number of warriors.
It's a sorry state of affairs
when the Indian agent
can only hazard a guess
as how many went out.
Still, it can't be a large party, sir.
They may simply trail
south into Mexico.
Come in.
- McIntosh is here, sir.
- Send him in.
- Good morning, Mr. McIntosh.
- Good morning, Major.
We got a break at the reservation.
- Hear tell Ulzana's gone.
- His name was mentioned.
How many more?
Mr. Steegmeyer was uncertain.
He thought maybe 6--6 or 7.
Hardly a war party.
- Coffee hot?
- Help yourself.
Apache war parties come in all sizes.
There's the kind with 100 braves...
the kind with one.
Has the major posted the homesteaders?
As stated in garrison
regulations, Mr. McIntosh.
- How many riders?
- Two.
One riding the north loop,
the other the west.
And how many mounts?
Captain Gates attended to the detail.
How many horses
did you give them, Charlie?
One mount each... as specified--
In garrison regulations, I know.
- Who did you send?
- Mulkearn and Horowitz.
Mulkearn? Why, he's just a recruit.
- He was due to go.
- When did they go?
10:00. They should be back
by late afternoon.
Unless they bring in
some homesteaders with them.
Their orders didn't specify escort.
I see.
I think you better
get up to the agency.
See if you can get
any more precise information.
All right. How many troopers is
the major planning to put out?
That decision I won't be able to make
until I know the strength
of the hostile force.
And their probable intention.
Their probable intention
is to burn, maim,
torture, rape, and murder, Charlie.
Tell agent Steegmeyer
this time I want
the names of the guilty parties.
I do not want them slinking back
and escaping the consequences again.
It will take a couple hours
to get up there.
By the time I get back
and go out on his trail,
you'll have given Ulzana
more than four hours.
I will not put a force
in the field in ignorance.
I just want to be sure
we are going after him.
Any band of hostiles leaving
a United States Indian agency...
will be pursued and apprehended
with all due vigor.
What we have to determine is
how many of them there are...
and whether they are hostile.
The first is open to question.
The second you can bet money on.
He's very forthright.
He's a willful, opinionated man
with a contempt for discipline,
either moral or military.
He's a good scout,
and he knows Apaches,
which I may freely confess
is more than I do.
These two going
to tell us anything, Ke-ni-tay?
These two not like you.
He not listen to the words.
Old Nachito, he not like any man.
Ask what they think of Ulzana.
Ask them, is he a great war chief?
Is he wiser than Nana...
braver than Chato?
Is he more cruel than Victorio?
Ask them, does he make his
wives happy in the night?
Ask them what they think.
Ask them.
You must have experienced a
certain sinking of the heart, Lieutenant,
when your orders directed you
to Fort Lowell.
No, sir. I wanted
to see active service.
Your father's a man
of the cloth, I believe.
Yes, sir.
Is he not a little, well, troubled...
that your vocation differs
so radically from his?
My father believes it's possible to
be both a Christian and a soldier.
Perhaps.
However, I doubt the Apache Indian...
would consider Jesus Christ
an inspiring leader.
Well, sir, my father believes...
it's a lack of Christian feeling
towards the Indian...
is at the root of
our problems with them.
From a pulpit in Philadelphia,
that's an easy mistake to make.
-Sir, if they had a chance--
-Lieutenant...
You will take this patrol
in place of Captain Gates.
Sir?
You may have an opportunity to test...
some of your father's
theories out there.
Thank you, sir. Thank you very much.
There's no need to thank me.
I'm not giving you a present.
You will leave as soon as
Mr. McIntosh returns.
Yes, sir.
You know what General Sheridan...
said of this country, Lieutenant?
No, sir.
He said if he owned Hell and Arizona,
he'd live in Hell and rent out Arizona.
I think he said that about Texas, sir.
Maybe, but he meant Arizona.
Yes, sir.
They're finished.
Half of what they say is lies.
The other half ain't true.
Tell them they speak like true Apaches.
Tell them I'm glad they didn't go out-.
would have been a bad raid.
Tell them I'll speak
to the major about the beef.
What about it, McIntosh?
The old men tell you anything?
Old man tells me they're getting
short-weighed on beef, Dutch.
What Indian do you know wouldn't?
You can check my scales anytime.
And I'm not Dutch.
You look Dutch to me.
I don't give a damn about your scales.
I'm just telling you
that them that are left
are wondering if maybe
they should've gone,
or were they were wise to stay behind.
Are you trying to tell me
to give them extra rations?
Don't water the beef
before you weigh them.
You'll be surprised how many steaks
there are in two gallons
of river water.
You listen to me, McIntosh.
Don't tell me how to run my business!
This is my store, not yours!
H'yah! H'yah!
Please help!
Holy Mary, mother of God!
Spare me, please!
Tell them to spare me!
We're coming right behind you, trooper.
Will they send somebody out to meet us?
I can't say about that, mister.
I was only told to raise the alarm.
I got 3 kids
and a wife full of one more.
I need somebody to bring me in.
Don't anybody care about what happens to us?
I'm sure they do, but they just
don't have enough men, I guess.
I've got to get going. I've got
another holding to raise.
- Good luck to you, Mr. Ginsford.
- Good luck, trooper.
Now, Abbie...
Eyes of the girls are on us.
Come on. Get yourselves ready.
We're going into the fort...
to see if any packages
have come for us.
Get yourselves dressed.
Come on. Come on now, girls.
Get yourselves ready for all.
We're going into the fort...
to see if any packages
have come for us.
Better get the rest
of our things together, son.
Any sign of the gallopers?
No. They're coming in
with the homesteaders, I guess.
I guess.
Trail and pursue them...
until, A--they're defeated
in arms, killed or captured,
or, B--they return
to the reservation...
whereupon you will place them
all under arrest, or, C--
they cross the international line into
Mexico, whereupon your mission will cease.
- Clear, Lieutenant?
- Yes, sir.
- Have any questions?
- No, sir.
Very well. Carry on.
- Lieutenant?
- Yes, sir.
- Mr. McIntosh rides with you in an advisory capacity.
- Yes, sir.
In matters pertaining
to trailing the hostiles,
information concerning the terrain,
you would be well-advised
to heed his advice.
However, in matters purely military,
never forget that you're
in command of this detail.
Of course, sir. Thank you, sir.
Harry.
- You're eager to be off?
- Yes, sir.
I want you to know I strongly
advised Major Cartwright...
to give you this command.
- Well, thank you, Captain.
- No need to thank me, Harry.
Prepare to mount!
Mount!
Good luck, Lieutenant.
To the left...
Ho!
Forward at a walk!
Ho!
Eyes right!
Steady... front!
It's not for me
to tell you, Mr. Rukeyser,
but you'd sure be better if you
came back with us, give us two guns.
Yeah, yeah.
And when I'm back here comin',
what would be left, huh?
You ask me that.
I got stock... and I got crops...
and I don't leavin' them
for no drunk fella...
that's burnin' them all down.
Then I got nothin',
like when I'm fresh landed.
Look. Look out on that.
That would be a good farm someday.
I don't leave that
for no drunk fella, no, sir.
Billy? Get on. Get on with your mama.
- Go on.
- Gee, Pa, can't I stay?
Do like I tell you. Get up, get up.
Go on, get on. Get up.
You take care of your mama, Billy.
Sure do wish you
good luck, Mr. Rukeyser.
Thank you.
You look to yourself, Willie.
I, uh...
I get that door fixed so you
don't curse them so much, huh?
Hup! Hup! Get going! Get going there!
Be on your way now.
Have a good trip!
Say hello to the fellas
at the fort for me.
Here, Jeff! Jeff!
Jeffy! Come on, come on!
That's my boy. That's my good boy.
Wouldn't it have been simpler...
to pick up the trail
at the reservation, Sergeant?
There's all ways
of doing things, sir, I guess.
They cut trail there, sir.
Troops, ho!
Stand by to dismount!
Dismount!
Them, all right--
moving steady but not fast.
How long ago?
Early this morning.
They're way up ahead.
The only thing'll slow 'em down
is how much killing they do.
By their line of march, which
homesteads are likely to be hit?
If they trail south, they'll
kill what crosses their path.
Otherwise, they'll hit
where they please.
Can we close the distance, let
them know we're pressing them?
They know we're coming, but
there ain't no sense to hurry.
I think hurrying is exactly
what we should be doing.
Lieutenant, a horse will run
so far, so fast, for so long,
then he'll lie down on you.
Horse lies down on an Apache,
he puts a fire under his belly,
gets him back up on his feet.
When the horse dies,
he gets off, eats a bit of it...
steals another--ain't no way
you can better that.
I just don't like to think
of people unprotected.
Yes... well, it's best not to.
All right, Sergeant.
Forward at a walk!
Ho!
Oh, my God!
Ma! Indians, Ma!
Soldier! Soldier!
Don't leave me!
Thank you.
Thank you.
Come on! Get on!
Come on, boy, jump!
H'yah!
Ma!
Ma! Ma!
Hey, Jeff. Hey, boy!
I'll get you. I'll close up.
All right, you dog fellers,
you come after me,
I teetotal you
pretty damn quick! Ha ha!
You hear me?!
Ain't nice cleanin' up after Apaches.
- Why did they spare the boy?
- Spare him what?
Why didn't they kill him?
Just a whim, Lieutenant.
Apaches got lots of whims.
At least they don't seem to have
violated the woman.
That's because she was dead
before they got to her.
Ke-ni-tay reckons
Horowitz shot the woman
then made a run for it with the boy.
When they got his horse,
he killed himself.
Good man, that Horowitz.
I'll have to send
a detail back with the boy.
What do you think
Ulzana's intentions are?
He's gone on.
A couple men will be as safe
as 20 going back to the fort.
Couple of men?
If we run into Ulzana,
we'll need all the men we got.
- Sergeant?
- Sir!
Send two men back with the wagon.
You got anybody
particular in mind, sir?
No. You pick them.
Sir.
Roberts, Winfield, fall out!
Prepare to escort this wagon
back to the fort!
Move them out, Sergeant.
Troop, prepare to mount!
Mount!
Forward at a walk. Ho!
You won't get this farm away from me!
No, you won't!
No!
All right, I'm ready for you!
Come on! Come on!
You hear me?!
Come on, show your face!
Show your face!
Oh!
God...
God!
You take all the praise
and all the glory.
You take all the praise
and all the glory!
God!
You take all the praise
and all the glory!
Halt!
Whoa!
Dismount them here.
Prepare to dismount.
Dismount!
Is he in there?
No.
McIntosh.
Oh, my God!
The fire's about 2 hours,
maybe an hour and a half old.
They'd have watched him for a while.
They're not far ahead.
What's that in his mouth?
A dog's tail.
Why?
Apaches got a sense of humor.
Nothing you'd recognize.
They just find some things funny.
Suit me fine if I never saw
another Apache my whole life.
I was out after Nana in '81
with Lieutenant Giltwell.
I was a corporal then.
You know, we rode for 3 weeks,
we never did see
one of those murdering bastards.
He's probably up
in them hills right now...
feeding off Rukeyser's dog and
thinking he's made a good start.
Tomorrow, we're going
to wear down some horseshoes.
- Good night, McIntosh.
- Good night.
Good night.
You'll post double pickets
on the stock, Sergeant,
and put pickets on perimeter guard.
Reveille at first light...
and prepare to move out
by the half-hour.
Night, sir.
Ke-ni-tay, I want to ask you something.
All right, turn it off.
Let's get some sleep.
Why are your people like that?
Why are they so cruel?
What is the reason?
Is how they are.
But why?
Is how they are.
They have always been like that.
Are you like that?
Would you kill a man like that?
- Yes.
- Why?
To take the power.
Each man that die...
the man who kill him take his power.
Man give up his power when he die.
Like fire give heat.
Fire that burn long time...
many can have heat.
You mean you'd...
torture a man for hours...
and you get power from watching
some poor creature suffering?
What kind of power is that?
Here in this land, man must have power.
You not know about power?
I want to know.
I want to understand.
Ulzana is a long time in the agency.
His power very... thin.
Smell in his nose are all
smell of the agency...
old smell...
smell of woman...
smell of dog...
smell of children.
Man with old smell in the nose...
is old man.
Pony running...
the smell of burning,
the smell of bullet for power!
Soldier back with a wagon, no power.
Woman, no power.
No pleasure.
Why didn't they kill the boy?
Man cannot take power from boy...
only from man.
Then Ulzana will want to kill many.
Many.
Do you hate Apaches, Mr. McIntosh?
No.
Well, I do.
Well, it might not make you
happy, Lieutenant...
but it sure won't make you lonesome.
Most white folks hereabout feel
the same as you do.
Why don't you feel that way?
Be like hating the desert 'cause
there ain't no water on it.
For now, I can get by by just
being plenty scared of them.
Troops, halt!
- Ever eat dog, Lieutenant?
- No, can't say as I have.
Tasty enough if you get it young.
Which way do you think they're headed?
Ke-ni-tay.
He will take us
where it's hard to follow.
- Where will he fight us?
- He don't mean to fight you no place.
He only means to kill you.
You know Ulzana?
His wife my wife's sister.
Sisters?
His wife ugly.
My wife not so ugly.
Ho!
Detail, halt!
Damn them!
What's he up to, Ke-ni-tay?
Ulzana want to make you run now.
He want us to kill some horses.
He know how soldier walk.
Apache walk better than soldier.
Troop, at a walk!
Ho!
Gonna be like this
all the way, Sergeant?
Mm-hmm.
Hee!
Whoa!
Troop...
halt!
How long?
Sunrise, a little later.
Lieutenant, a horse apple
dries out at a certain rate.
This one's pretty solid.
Ke-ni-tay figures four,
maybe five hours.
What do you think?
I ain't about to argue with
no Apache about horse shit.
He's the expert.
Well, we're not gaining on them.
Only way is to push the horses
till they get the staggers...
then catch up on foot,
and Ulzana would like that just fine.
I sure don't want to be on foot
around any horsebackin' Apaches.
Well, what's the point
if we can't close the gap?
Remember the rules, Lieutenant...
first one to make a mistake
gets to buryin' some people.
How long you out from the East?
- East?
- The Academy.
Oh, about 6 months.
They'd sure be proud if they
could see you now, Lieutenant.
All right, Sergeant, bring them on.
At a walk... ho!
Whoa!
What's wrong?
- We got a problem, Lieutenant.
- What sort of a problem?
Ke-ni-tay thinks all the horses
are running without riders...
except for two--
a lead horse and an end horse.
You mean they've dropped off behind us?
That's right... a ways back.
Is he sure?
He's pretty sure.
Sign shows ponies running light.
- Suppose they'll try an ambush.
- I don't think so, Lieutenant.
He's just trying to
stretch us out into them hills.
Make us keep coming
while he circles round behind.
His ponies are going to be
a lot fresher than ours...
by the time they get to him.
If we chase him, there's a good
chance of becoming infantry.
But if we don't... he gets ahead of us.
Either way, he's smiling.
Sounds like he has us.
Well, like I said, Lieutenant...
first one to make a mistake
gets to digging in the ground.
What he's up to is pretty bright.
- Might be we can outfox him.
- How?
By getting to his horses
before he does.
That's us...
That's their horses.
Somewhere along that line,
they're going to double back
and pick up Ulzana.
Ulzana's back here. The question is...
did he drop off to the right
or to the left?
Another question is...
how wide a circle...
are those ponies going to
make to the right... or to the left...
on their way back to Ulzana?
Can you pick up their trail by night?
In broken country, no, not by rights,
but with 9 ponies strung
together and running straight,
it should be possible
if the moon is up.
How should we divide the troop?
Send me and a galloper that way...
Ken-it-tay and a galloper this way.
Either of us cut trail, we'll
send a galloper to pick you up.
All right. Better get started right away.
Who do you want for gallopers?
Any preference?
No, so long as they
don't talk too much.
Pickets checked at their post, sir.
Good, Sergeant.
You impressed upon them the need
for constant alert?
Didn't figure anybody
needed impressing, sir.
I reckon Rukeyser did that pretty good.
That the Bible you're reading, sir?
Yes.
It was a gift from my father
on my last trip home.
My father's a minister.
So I heard tell, sir.
I wish I could ask him
about the Apache.
What about them, sir?
Why do they do these terrible things?
I mean...
After all, they are men, made
in God's image, like ourselves.
Lieutenant, seems to me the
place in there that tells you...
about an eye for an eye
and a tooth for a tooth...
is the only fix you're going
to get on the Apache,
and that's the way
we ought to treat them.
Well, Christ taught us
another way, Sergeant.
Yes, he did, sir.
But Christ never fetched
no infant child...
out of a cactus tree,
then waited for two hours till
it died so he could bury it,
did he, sir, huh?
No.
I did.
Ain't nobody goin' to tell me...
to turn the other cheek
to no Apache, sir.
Whoa!
They crossed behind us.
Ride for the Lieutenant. Bring
him back to pick up the trail.
Tell him to come quick
and follow it all the way.
H'yah! H'yah!
Column right, ho!
Whoa!
- Good morning, Lieutenant.
- Glad you got here.
What happened?
I caught up with their ponies.
- How many were there?
- About nine.
- Hostiles, I mean.
- Two.
There's one of them, dead.
Other one's hit, though.
He laid up for a while
beyond that rise, then moved on.
Sergeant, check for signs
behind that rise.
Hale, Volke, pull out, follow me!
Troops, prepare to dismount!
Dismount!
They are on foot.
That's a fair description of men
without horses, Lieutenant.
Then we should pursue them immediately.
Ulzana's going to be tough
to spot from now on, Lieutenant.
We better wait for Ke-ni-tay.
I was given to understand...
that you could follow a trail
as well as any Apache.
You was given
to understand wrong, Lieutenant.
Mr. McIntosh, I want to press on.
You're the fella who gives the orders.
Just sayin' my say.
He was there, sir... but gone now.
You hit him, all right.
Is it a trail you could follow?
Figure I could, sir,
less'n he runs out of blood.
Take one man and go after him.
We'll catch up with you.
Lieutenant.
Ain't worth the trouble.
No chance of him getting
back to Ulzana.
He'll just crawl away
and die some place.
But he may not die.
I recall you saying that Apache
war parties come in all sizes--
the kind with 100 warriors
and the kind with one.
So I did.
Since we have to wait for Ke-ni-tay,
I suggest we utilize
the time as best we can.
Sergeant.
Yes, sir.
Miller!
Yes, Sergeant.
Fall out. You're with me.
Corporal, post sentries.
Yes, sir.
Sentries, out!
Now!
Cut him!
Cut him!
That's it! That's the way!
Cut it out of him!
Cut it clean out!
Dirty old bastard dog!
What's the meaning of this?!
He had a trooper's sidegun, sir.
- Ulzana's son.
- That should make a difference.
They cut Horowitz up pretty bad.
Apaches don't like when you
do this to their dead.
It spooks them.
I want that boy buried, you understand?
Bury him!
What's bothering you, Lieutenant?
Was that Ulzana's son?
So I believe.
So you believe.
Why wasn't I told that
Ulzana's son was one of them?
Would it have made any difference
to anything if you had known?
It might have made me feel
I was the officer in command.
That's fair enough, Lieutenant.
I was wrong not to mention it.
Killing I expect, Mr. McIntosh,
but mutilation and torture,
I cannot accept that as readily
as you seem to be able to.
What bothers you, Lieutenant...
is you don't like to think of
white men behaving like Indians.
Kind of confuses the issue, don't it?
Party coming in!
Ke-ni-tay and the galloper.
All we need is
your hunting party, Lieutenant,
we'd be on our way.
Ke-ni-tay thinks
Ulzana will head for water...
then try to gather some horses.
Well, I might have made
those deductions myself.
We're a horse short, Lieutenant.
Ke-ni-tay will give you his.
Apaches walk better
than soldiers. Remember?
Corporal, take care
of Mr. McIntoshs gear here.
Yes, sir.
Column to the left, forward at a walk.
Ho!
I've got your horse.
Rider coming in, sir!
It's Sergeant Burns!
Detail, halt!
Report, Sergeant?
Miller is dead from wounds...
sir.
And the hostile?
Dead...
sir.
I want a full report at next camp.
There ain't a whole lot more, sir,
not unless you want to know
how Miller felt about dying.
Bring them on, Corporal.
Yes, sir. Forward at a walk! Ho!
We had a trail, but it's gone.
Well-nigh impossible
to follow on these rocks.
But I want to catch up with them.
Ho!
Horses are almost broke down.
They need rest and feed.
Ulzana needs horses.
There's hardly a dozen head
within 100 miles.
Are you trying to tell me
that we're winning?
I'm trying to tell you
what things are like.
Ulzana can't lead a war party
on foot. He has to--
Steal horses, I know.
Sergeant, where's
the nearest homestead?
The Riordan, sir, 5 miles along
the edge of those foothills.
They got good water.
Any horses?
They might have one or two, sir.
I don't know for sure.
Can this man be trusted
to pick up the trail...
if we leave him behind?
I trust him.
We'll make for the homestead.
He can meet us there.
Sweet Jesus.
Leave that body where it is.
He needs buryin'.
I want the Apache scout to do that.
Damn it, Lieutenant,
you're not making any sense.
Look, Mr. McIntosh, that used to
be a white man, like yourself!
A white man! It seems to me that
you're the one that's not making sense!
Mr. McIntosh!
- Get me a blanket.
- Yo, coming up.
- Get that medical kit over here!
- Let her loose. She's not dead.
Easy with her.
- How is she?
- She's about the same.
Are Apaches just as cruel
to their own women?
Ain't much of a life.
You live with an Indian woman,
don't you?
That's right.
Why do you do it?
That's the goddamnedest question.
I understand your sympathy for them.
Sympathy?
Living with the woman.
You'd be well-advised to
stop hating and start thinking,
because you ain't doin'
too well up till now.
Ke-ni-tay, I want to speak with you.
What is Ulzana going to do now?
Ulzana think of his son now.
In him there's only to kill...
in the place where his son was.
It take many death to fill that place.
What does he plan to do?
Ulzana take two horse from here.
He need more.
If he not get them,
his men go back to the agency.
Apache not soldier.
Apache not signed paper to fight.
Only fight when is good.
Are you telling me
that the raid's over?
Ulzana must give them
good power, many horse...
Or the raid is finished.
How does he plan to get
this power and these horses?
From you.
He mean to kill you
and take all your horse.
How? Attack us in force?
What are you going
to do about Mrs. Riordan?
Mrs. Riordan will have to be
escorted back to Fort Lowell.
How many men you going to send?
Six, with Sergeant Burns.
You'll split your force.
I have no alternative.
You don't?
What do you mean? Mrs. Riordan
has to go back to the fort.
Apaches normally rape
women prisoners to death,
but they can take them
permanent captive.
Why do you suppose
they spared Mrs. Riordan?
Maybe they thought she was dead.
Ulzana leave woman for you to find.
He know you send her back.
He attack the soldier you send.
The problem with fighting Apaches...
is predicting what they'll do next.
When you know that,
you're in with a chance.
We force Ulzana to attack,
and then we counterattack.
-We strengthen the detail--
-Or weaken it.
You've got to give them the odds
to coax them out.
I see that.
It will be very dangerous
for the escort...
- and Mrs. Riordan.
- And Mrs. Riordan.
It's fish or cut bait, Lieutenant,
but you'd be wise to listen
to what Ke-ni-tay said.
Them bucks of Ulzana's are going
to get mighty tired
roaming around them mountains
with nothing to eat but berries.
Pretty soon they're going to
start thinking of agency beef
and laying up with their wives.
Mrs. Riordan.
- I want to wash.
- Mrs. Riordan.
- I have to wash it off!
- Mrs. Riordan?
- Mrs. Riordan?
- I want to wash...
Please. I want to wash.
I want to wash it off!
Won't come off.
It won't come off.
It won't come off.
Goddamn!
Let me be! Just let me be!
Those damn Indians.
He just wanted to die.
Oh...
God, how he wanted to die!
I can assure you, Mrs. Riordan,
that everything will be done...
Why do they do that?
Hell, they don't treat
their own women much better.
If you need anything, just call.
Somebody will hear you.
Lad!
Lad, if they come back...
promise me...
you won't let them take me.
- I don't want you to worry.
- Promise me.
- Promise me!
- I promise.
Thank you.
That poor woman's almost crazy.
Can you imagine watching
her husband die like that?
I hate to expose her
to further danger tomorrow.
I suppose there's no other way.
Not if you want Ulzana.
I do, Mr. McIntosh.
I want him.
Halt!
You'll be safe with this escort.
It's a good road back.
I hope to meet you at Fort Lowell...
under happier circumstances.
Sergeant, take them on.
You'll have to make it
look good, Lieutenant.
Ulzana will be watching to
make sure you take his bait...
before he takes ours.
I understand.
- Good luck.
- And to you.
Column right...
ho!
Detail, halt!
Dismount!
How far you going to let them
pull us out?
Well, we follow them all the way...
it would be too far to ride back
and help Mr. McIntosh...
and if we turn back too soon,
it will warn them,
they won't attack.
It's a matter of picking
the right time.
Apache's calling you up, sir.
What is it?
Ulzana want to take you
up there--Mountain of Fire.
His mind is clear.
- Then we must go.
- No.
Where he will take you, you cannot go.
If you will go, you not
ride back to help McIntosh.
Yes, but it's too early
to ride to McIntosh,
and they're watching to see what we do.
Isn't that so? How many are watching?
One man see as many as 10.
- Can we find him and kill him?
- You cannot.
But Ke-ni-tay can?
But will he?
Ke-ni-tay sign paper.
Ke-ni-tay soldier.
All right. Find him and kill him.
Give me your long glass.
When you see it make light...
like this...
you must ride back to McIntosh.
All right.
Corporal, pull the men out.
- We'll be here for a while.
- Yes, sir.
We're going through Door Canyon, right?
That's right.
And you're expecting them to jump us.
Could happen.
You're not fooling me, McIntosh.
It's supposed to happen.
Then Lieutenant DeBuin,
he's supposed to ride up...
and save us when we're
down to our last bullet, right?
Something like that.
Hmm. Something like that.
You're putting a lot of trust
in a man who couldn't tell...
an inside curve
from a three-legged horse.
How do you figure
they're going to hit us?
When it don't seem likely.
These horses they're after,
you keep them tucked away safe,
and if the worst comes to it,
shoot them.
- Shoot them?
- Shoot them.
The Army don't take kindly to
sergeants shooting their horses.
They'd take a lot less kindly to
7 Apache bucks riding them off.
Right. I'll pass the word.
Not so it bothers her.
Right.
Wagon, out!
Keep your eyes open.
How long you figure he'll take?
I don't know.
You really trust that Apache, sir?
I don't think we have much choice.
There! About halfway up
the side of that cliff.
See it?
That's it. Found him. Let's go!
Let's move!
Mount up! Let's go!
Let's go! Come on!
Let's go!
Whoa!
- We going through fast?
- Set awhile.
Set awhile?
To give Ke-ni-tay time
to flush the lookout.
Dismount!
Rest your horses!
Oh, damn!
Get those horses!
Get those horses!
Don't let them get away!
Come on.
They're on both sides!
- Let's get the hell out of here!
- No.
Get off your horses and walk 'em.
Use them as a shield!
Stay behind your horses!
Don't break off!
Stay down! Stay together!
The wagon! Get the wagon!
Into the rocks! Run into them rocks!
Oh, help me, Sergeant!
I-I'm hurt bad! Help me!
Come on! Grab a hold.
Come on!
McIntosh! I'm coming in.
Mrs. Riordan, he's hit.
Will you look after him?
It ain't that bad.
There's no sense bothering her.
Somebody shoot me please!
Anybody shoot me up!
Where the hell is that lieutenant?
What do we do now?
Forward at a gallop! Ho!
You two all right?
- What day is it?
- What?
What day is it?
It's Wednesday.
Sure don't look like Wednesday.
Oh!
Wednesday.
Ho!
The wagon, sir. Somebody's moving.
- What?
- By the wagon.
Prepare to dismount!
Dismount!
Frederickson, look after Mrs. Riordan.
- Take care of the horses!
- I'll help you, ma'am.
Smithers, Johnson, lend a hand!
We came as fast as we could.
Ulzana lit out...
when he heard your music.
We wanted you to know we were coming.
The trick was not to let Ulzana know.
Careful with him.
Set him down.
Get some bed tops over here
and make a shelf, on the double.
Move that wagon out.
All these men.
If only I'd...
Don't start if fin', man.
You made your pick. Live with it.
Hell, Lieutenant...
There ain't none of us right.
Won't say no to a smoke, though.
- I got the makings.
- Good boy.
Corporal, get a detail
to bury those Apaches.
Bury them, sir?
- Bury them.
- Yes, sir.
Grave detail.
Don't suppose making cigarettes...
is one of your accomplishments,
Lieutenant.
No. Sorry.
Nor mine.
You'll learn.
That will be Ke-ni-tay.
It's time we were getting you
on the wagon.
Only cause me a lot of suffering.
Well, you can't stay here.
It would be two days
before we got back.
You'd die.
Hell, Lieutenant,
I'm going to die anyway.
Not if we get you to the surgeon.
You won't get me to the surgeon.
You might not get me to that wagon.
- What about your...
- My burial?
Being another one of them little
markers back at the fort...
don't have much appeal for me.
- I'll leave a detail behind.
- The hell you will.
I ain't passin' the time of day
with no bunch of gravediggers.
Now, goddamn it, Lieutenant,
let me sit.
It's not Christian.
That's right, Lieutenant. It's not.
Rider coming in!
You're right. It's Ke-ni-tay.
Ulzana...
We're about ready to move, sir.
Mr. McIntosh will be staying
behind at his own request.
Yes, sir. What about Ulzana?
Bury him.
They'd like to see the body,
sir, or at least the head.
They'll see my report.
Yes, sir. I'll see to it, sir.
No. I see to it.
All right, Corporal.
Mr. McIntosh.
Mr. DeBuin.
Scout.
Mount up!
Prepare to mount.
Mount!
Ready to move out, Corporal?
Yes, sir.
Let's move them out!
Forward at a walk. Ho!
Strike!
Nab it, Lieutenant!
Close but clean-- that's a strike.
Uh... strike.
Strike?
That was a foot outside! Maybe more!
Strike.
Ball never come close
to being a strike!
That's the way.
Ball!
Ball? Ball?
I don't mean to argue with an officer,
but that sure as spit
looked good to me.
I don't think so, Sergeant.
They've gone out!
War party out!
Ulzana's gone out!
War party's gone out!
Ulzana's come out,
and they're out on a raid!
Ulzana!
Corporal, get that horse!
Force them around! Come on!
All hell's going to break loose!
Ulzana's gone out!
No. I am not anxious to send
a large force after Ulzana...
and an unspecified number of warriors.
It's a sorry state of affairs
when the Indian agent
can only hazard a guess
as how many went out.
Still, it can't be a large party, sir.
They may simply trail
south into Mexico.
Come in.
- McIntosh is here, sir.
- Send him in.
- Good morning, Mr. McIntosh.
- Good morning, Major.
We got a break at the reservation.
- Hear tell Ulzana's gone.
- His name was mentioned.
How many more?
Mr. Steegmeyer was uncertain.
He thought maybe 6--6 or 7.
Hardly a war party.
- Coffee hot?
- Help yourself.
Apache war parties come in all sizes.
There's the kind with 100 braves...
the kind with one.
Has the major posted the homesteaders?
As stated in garrison
regulations, Mr. McIntosh.
- How many riders?
- Two.
One riding the north loop,
the other the west.
And how many mounts?
Captain Gates attended to the detail.
How many horses
did you give them, Charlie?
One mount each... as specified--
In garrison regulations, I know.
- Who did you send?
- Mulkearn and Horowitz.
Mulkearn? Why, he's just a recruit.
- He was due to go.
- When did they go?
10:00. They should be back
by late afternoon.
Unless they bring in
some homesteaders with them.
Their orders didn't specify escort.
I see.
I think you better
get up to the agency.
See if you can get
any more precise information.
All right. How many troopers is
the major planning to put out?
That decision I won't be able to make
until I know the strength
of the hostile force.
And their probable intention.
Their probable intention
is to burn, maim,
torture, rape, and murder, Charlie.
Tell agent Steegmeyer
this time I want
the names of the guilty parties.
I do not want them slinking back
and escaping the consequences again.
It will take a couple hours
to get up there.
By the time I get back
and go out on his trail,
you'll have given Ulzana
more than four hours.
I will not put a force
in the field in ignorance.
I just want to be sure
we are going after him.
Any band of hostiles leaving
a United States Indian agency...
will be pursued and apprehended
with all due vigor.
What we have to determine is
how many of them there are...
and whether they are hostile.
The first is open to question.
The second you can bet money on.
He's very forthright.
He's a willful, opinionated man
with a contempt for discipline,
either moral or military.
He's a good scout,
and he knows Apaches,
which I may freely confess
is more than I do.
These two going
to tell us anything, Ke-ni-tay?
These two not like you.
He not listen to the words.
Old Nachito, he not like any man.
Ask what they think of Ulzana.
Ask them, is he a great war chief?
Is he wiser than Nana...
braver than Chato?
Is he more cruel than Victorio?
Ask them, does he make his
wives happy in the night?
Ask them what they think.
Ask them.
You must have experienced a
certain sinking of the heart, Lieutenant,
when your orders directed you
to Fort Lowell.
No, sir. I wanted
to see active service.
Your father's a man
of the cloth, I believe.
Yes, sir.
Is he not a little, well, troubled...
that your vocation differs
so radically from his?
My father believes it's possible to
be both a Christian and a soldier.
Perhaps.
However, I doubt the Apache Indian...
would consider Jesus Christ
an inspiring leader.
Well, sir, my father believes...
it's a lack of Christian feeling
towards the Indian...
is at the root of
our problems with them.
From a pulpit in Philadelphia,
that's an easy mistake to make.
-Sir, if they had a chance--
-Lieutenant...
You will take this patrol
in place of Captain Gates.
Sir?
You may have an opportunity to test...
some of your father's
theories out there.
Thank you, sir. Thank you very much.
There's no need to thank me.
I'm not giving you a present.
You will leave as soon as
Mr. McIntosh returns.
Yes, sir.
You know what General Sheridan...
said of this country, Lieutenant?
No, sir.
He said if he owned Hell and Arizona,
he'd live in Hell and rent out Arizona.
I think he said that about Texas, sir.
Maybe, but he meant Arizona.
Yes, sir.
They're finished.
Half of what they say is lies.
The other half ain't true.
Tell them they speak like true Apaches.
Tell them I'm glad they didn't go out-.
would have been a bad raid.
Tell them I'll speak
to the major about the beef.
What about it, McIntosh?
The old men tell you anything?
Old man tells me they're getting
short-weighed on beef, Dutch.
What Indian do you know wouldn't?
You can check my scales anytime.
And I'm not Dutch.
You look Dutch to me.
I don't give a damn about your scales.
I'm just telling you
that them that are left
are wondering if maybe
they should've gone,
or were they were wise to stay behind.
Are you trying to tell me
to give them extra rations?
Don't water the beef
before you weigh them.
You'll be surprised how many steaks
there are in two gallons
of river water.
You listen to me, McIntosh.
Don't tell me how to run my business!
This is my store, not yours!
H'yah! H'yah!
Please help!
Holy Mary, mother of God!
Spare me, please!
Tell them to spare me!
We're coming right behind you, trooper.
Will they send somebody out to meet us?
I can't say about that, mister.
I was only told to raise the alarm.
I got 3 kids
and a wife full of one more.
I need somebody to bring me in.
Don't anybody care about what happens to us?
I'm sure they do, but they just
don't have enough men, I guess.
I've got to get going. I've got
another holding to raise.
- Good luck to you, Mr. Ginsford.
- Good luck, trooper.
Now, Abbie...
Eyes of the girls are on us.
Come on. Get yourselves ready.
We're going into the fort...
to see if any packages
have come for us.
Get yourselves dressed.
Come on. Come on now, girls.
Get yourselves ready for all.
We're going into the fort...
to see if any packages
have come for us.
Better get the rest
of our things together, son.
Any sign of the gallopers?
No. They're coming in
with the homesteaders, I guess.
I guess.
Trail and pursue them...
until, A--they're defeated
in arms, killed or captured,
or, B--they return
to the reservation...
whereupon you will place them
all under arrest, or, C--
they cross the international line into
Mexico, whereupon your mission will cease.
- Clear, Lieutenant?
- Yes, sir.
- Have any questions?
- No, sir.
Very well. Carry on.
- Lieutenant?
- Yes, sir.
- Mr. McIntosh rides with you in an advisory capacity.
- Yes, sir.
In matters pertaining
to trailing the hostiles,
information concerning the terrain,
you would be well-advised
to heed his advice.
However, in matters purely military,
never forget that you're
in command of this detail.
Of course, sir. Thank you, sir.
Harry.
- You're eager to be off?
- Yes, sir.
I want you to know I strongly
advised Major Cartwright...
to give you this command.
- Well, thank you, Captain.
- No need to thank me, Harry.
Prepare to mount!
Mount!
Good luck, Lieutenant.
To the left...
Ho!
Forward at a walk!
Ho!
Eyes right!
Steady... front!
It's not for me
to tell you, Mr. Rukeyser,
but you'd sure be better if you
came back with us, give us two guns.
Yeah, yeah.
And when I'm back here comin',
what would be left, huh?
You ask me that.
I got stock... and I got crops...
and I don't leavin' them
for no drunk fella...
that's burnin' them all down.
Then I got nothin',
like when I'm fresh landed.
Look. Look out on that.
That would be a good farm someday.
I don't leave that
for no drunk fella, no, sir.
Billy? Get on. Get on with your mama.
- Go on.
- Gee, Pa, can't I stay?
Do like I tell you. Get up, get up.
Go on, get on. Get up.
You take care of your mama, Billy.
Sure do wish you
good luck, Mr. Rukeyser.
Thank you.
You look to yourself, Willie.
I, uh...
I get that door fixed so you
don't curse them so much, huh?
Hup! Hup! Get going! Get going there!
Be on your way now.
Have a good trip!
Say hello to the fellas
at the fort for me.
Here, Jeff! Jeff!
Jeffy! Come on, come on!
That's my boy. That's my good boy.
Wouldn't it have been simpler...
to pick up the trail
at the reservation, Sergeant?
There's all ways
of doing things, sir, I guess.
They cut trail there, sir.
Troops, ho!
Stand by to dismount!
Dismount!
Them, all right--
moving steady but not fast.
How long ago?
Early this morning.
They're way up ahead.
The only thing'll slow 'em down
is how much killing they do.
By their line of march, which
homesteads are likely to be hit?
If they trail south, they'll
kill what crosses their path.
Otherwise, they'll hit
where they please.
Can we close the distance, let
them know we're pressing them?
They know we're coming, but
there ain't no sense to hurry.
I think hurrying is exactly
what we should be doing.
Lieutenant, a horse will run
so far, so fast, for so long,
then he'll lie down on you.
Horse lies down on an Apache,
he puts a fire under his belly,
gets him back up on his feet.
When the horse dies,
he gets off, eats a bit of it...
steals another--ain't no way
you can better that.
I just don't like to think
of people unprotected.
Yes... well, it's best not to.
All right, Sergeant.
Forward at a walk!
Ho!
Oh, my God!
Ma! Indians, Ma!
Soldier! Soldier!
Don't leave me!
Thank you.
Thank you.
Come on! Get on!
Come on, boy, jump!
H'yah!
Ma!
Ma! Ma!
Hey, Jeff. Hey, boy!
I'll get you. I'll close up.
All right, you dog fellers,
you come after me,
I teetotal you
pretty damn quick! Ha ha!
You hear me?!
Ain't nice cleanin' up after Apaches.
- Why did they spare the boy?
- Spare him what?
Why didn't they kill him?
Just a whim, Lieutenant.
Apaches got lots of whims.
At least they don't seem to have
violated the woman.
That's because she was dead
before they got to her.
Ke-ni-tay reckons
Horowitz shot the woman
then made a run for it with the boy.
When they got his horse,
he killed himself.
Good man, that Horowitz.
I'll have to send
a detail back with the boy.
What do you think
Ulzana's intentions are?
He's gone on.
A couple men will be as safe
as 20 going back to the fort.
Couple of men?
If we run into Ulzana,
we'll need all the men we got.
- Sergeant?
- Sir!
Send two men back with the wagon.
You got anybody
particular in mind, sir?
No. You pick them.
Sir.
Roberts, Winfield, fall out!
Prepare to escort this wagon
back to the fort!
Move them out, Sergeant.
Troop, prepare to mount!
Mount!
Forward at a walk. Ho!
You won't get this farm away from me!
No, you won't!
No!
All right, I'm ready for you!
Come on! Come on!
You hear me?!
Come on, show your face!
Show your face!
Oh!
God...
God!
You take all the praise
and all the glory.
You take all the praise
and all the glory!
God!
You take all the praise
and all the glory!
Halt!
Whoa!
Dismount them here.
Prepare to dismount.
Dismount!
Is he in there?
No.
McIntosh.
Oh, my God!
The fire's about 2 hours,
maybe an hour and a half old.
They'd have watched him for a while.
They're not far ahead.
What's that in his mouth?
A dog's tail.
Why?
Apaches got a sense of humor.
Nothing you'd recognize.
They just find some things funny.
Suit me fine if I never saw
another Apache my whole life.
I was out after Nana in '81
with Lieutenant Giltwell.
I was a corporal then.
You know, we rode for 3 weeks,
we never did see
one of those murdering bastards.
He's probably up
in them hills right now...
feeding off Rukeyser's dog and
thinking he's made a good start.
Tomorrow, we're going
to wear down some horseshoes.
- Good night, McIntosh.
- Good night.
Good night.
You'll post double pickets
on the stock, Sergeant,
and put pickets on perimeter guard.
Reveille at first light...
and prepare to move out
by the half-hour.
Night, sir.
Ke-ni-tay, I want to ask you something.
All right, turn it off.
Let's get some sleep.
Why are your people like that?
Why are they so cruel?
What is the reason?
Is how they are.
But why?
Is how they are.
They have always been like that.
Are you like that?
Would you kill a man like that?
- Yes.
- Why?
To take the power.
Each man that die...
the man who kill him take his power.
Man give up his power when he die.
Like fire give heat.
Fire that burn long time...
many can have heat.
You mean you'd...
torture a man for hours...
and you get power from watching
some poor creature suffering?
What kind of power is that?
Here in this land, man must have power.
You not know about power?
I want to know.
I want to understand.
Ulzana is a long time in the agency.
His power very... thin.
Smell in his nose are all
smell of the agency...
old smell...
smell of woman...
smell of dog...
smell of children.
Man with old smell in the nose...
is old man.
Pony running...
the smell of burning,
the smell of bullet for power!
Soldier back with a wagon, no power.
Woman, no power.
No pleasure.
Why didn't they kill the boy?
Man cannot take power from boy...
only from man.
Then Ulzana will want to kill many.
Many.
Do you hate Apaches, Mr. McIntosh?
No.
Well, I do.
Well, it might not make you
happy, Lieutenant...
but it sure won't make you lonesome.
Most white folks hereabout feel
the same as you do.
Why don't you feel that way?
Be like hating the desert 'cause
there ain't no water on it.
For now, I can get by by just
being plenty scared of them.
Troops, halt!
- Ever eat dog, Lieutenant?
- No, can't say as I have.
Tasty enough if you get it young.
Which way do you think they're headed?
Ke-ni-tay.
He will take us
where it's hard to follow.
- Where will he fight us?
- He don't mean to fight you no place.
He only means to kill you.
You know Ulzana?
His wife my wife's sister.
Sisters?
His wife ugly.
My wife not so ugly.
Ho!
Detail, halt!
Damn them!
What's he up to, Ke-ni-tay?
Ulzana want to make you run now.
He want us to kill some horses.
He know how soldier walk.
Apache walk better than soldier.
Troop, at a walk!
Ho!
Gonna be like this
all the way, Sergeant?
Mm-hmm.
Hee!
Whoa!
Troop...
halt!
How long?
Sunrise, a little later.
Lieutenant, a horse apple
dries out at a certain rate.
This one's pretty solid.
Ke-ni-tay figures four,
maybe five hours.
What do you think?
I ain't about to argue with
no Apache about horse shit.
He's the expert.
Well, we're not gaining on them.
Only way is to push the horses
till they get the staggers...
then catch up on foot,
and Ulzana would like that just fine.
I sure don't want to be on foot
around any horsebackin' Apaches.
Well, what's the point
if we can't close the gap?
Remember the rules, Lieutenant...
first one to make a mistake
gets to buryin' some people.
How long you out from the East?
- East?
- The Academy.
Oh, about 6 months.
They'd sure be proud if they
could see you now, Lieutenant.
All right, Sergeant, bring them on.
At a walk... ho!
Whoa!
What's wrong?
- We got a problem, Lieutenant.
- What sort of a problem?
Ke-ni-tay thinks all the horses
are running without riders...
except for two--
a lead horse and an end horse.
You mean they've dropped off behind us?
That's right... a ways back.
Is he sure?
He's pretty sure.
Sign shows ponies running light.
- Suppose they'll try an ambush.
- I don't think so, Lieutenant.
He's just trying to
stretch us out into them hills.
Make us keep coming
while he circles round behind.
His ponies are going to be
a lot fresher than ours...
by the time they get to him.
If we chase him, there's a good
chance of becoming infantry.
But if we don't... he gets ahead of us.
Either way, he's smiling.
Sounds like he has us.
Well, like I said, Lieutenant...
first one to make a mistake
gets to digging in the ground.
What he's up to is pretty bright.
- Might be we can outfox him.
- How?
By getting to his horses
before he does.
That's us...
That's their horses.
Somewhere along that line,
they're going to double back
and pick up Ulzana.
Ulzana's back here. The question is...
did he drop off to the right
or to the left?
Another question is...
how wide a circle...
are those ponies going to
make to the right... or to the left...
on their way back to Ulzana?
Can you pick up their trail by night?
In broken country, no, not by rights,
but with 9 ponies strung
together and running straight,
it should be possible
if the moon is up.
How should we divide the troop?
Send me and a galloper that way...
Ken-it-tay and a galloper this way.
Either of us cut trail, we'll
send a galloper to pick you up.
All right. Better get started right away.
Who do you want for gallopers?
Any preference?
No, so long as they
don't talk too much.
Pickets checked at their post, sir.
Good, Sergeant.
You impressed upon them the need
for constant alert?
Didn't figure anybody
needed impressing, sir.
I reckon Rukeyser did that pretty good.
That the Bible you're reading, sir?
Yes.
It was a gift from my father
on my last trip home.
My father's a minister.
So I heard tell, sir.
I wish I could ask him
about the Apache.
What about them, sir?
Why do they do these terrible things?
I mean...
After all, they are men, made
in God's image, like ourselves.
Lieutenant, seems to me the
place in there that tells you...
about an eye for an eye
and a tooth for a tooth...
is the only fix you're going
to get on the Apache,
and that's the way
we ought to treat them.
Well, Christ taught us
another way, Sergeant.
Yes, he did, sir.
But Christ never fetched
no infant child...
out of a cactus tree,
then waited for two hours till
it died so he could bury it,
did he, sir, huh?
No.
I did.
Ain't nobody goin' to tell me...
to turn the other cheek
to no Apache, sir.
Whoa!
They crossed behind us.
Ride for the Lieutenant. Bring
him back to pick up the trail.
Tell him to come quick
and follow it all the way.
H'yah! H'yah!
Column right, ho!
Whoa!
- Good morning, Lieutenant.
- Glad you got here.
What happened?
I caught up with their ponies.
- How many were there?
- About nine.
- Hostiles, I mean.
- Two.
There's one of them, dead.
Other one's hit, though.
He laid up for a while
beyond that rise, then moved on.
Sergeant, check for signs
behind that rise.
Hale, Volke, pull out, follow me!
Troops, prepare to dismount!
Dismount!
They are on foot.
That's a fair description of men
without horses, Lieutenant.
Then we should pursue them immediately.
Ulzana's going to be tough
to spot from now on, Lieutenant.
We better wait for Ke-ni-tay.
I was given to understand...
that you could follow a trail
as well as any Apache.
You was given
to understand wrong, Lieutenant.
Mr. McIntosh, I want to press on.
You're the fella who gives the orders.
Just sayin' my say.
He was there, sir... but gone now.
You hit him, all right.
Is it a trail you could follow?
Figure I could, sir,
less'n he runs out of blood.
Take one man and go after him.
We'll catch up with you.
Lieutenant.
Ain't worth the trouble.
No chance of him getting
back to Ulzana.
He'll just crawl away
and die some place.
But he may not die.
I recall you saying that Apache
war parties come in all sizes--
the kind with 100 warriors
and the kind with one.
So I did.
Since we have to wait for Ke-ni-tay,
I suggest we utilize
the time as best we can.
Sergeant.
Yes, sir.
Miller!
Yes, Sergeant.
Fall out. You're with me.
Corporal, post sentries.
Yes, sir.
Sentries, out!
Now!
Cut him!
Cut him!
That's it! That's the way!
Cut it out of him!
Cut it clean out!
Dirty old bastard dog!
What's the meaning of this?!
He had a trooper's sidegun, sir.
- Ulzana's son.
- That should make a difference.
They cut Horowitz up pretty bad.
Apaches don't like when you
do this to their dead.
It spooks them.
I want that boy buried, you understand?
Bury him!
What's bothering you, Lieutenant?
Was that Ulzana's son?
So I believe.
So you believe.
Why wasn't I told that
Ulzana's son was one of them?
Would it have made any difference
to anything if you had known?
It might have made me feel
I was the officer in command.
That's fair enough, Lieutenant.
I was wrong not to mention it.
Killing I expect, Mr. McIntosh,
but mutilation and torture,
I cannot accept that as readily
as you seem to be able to.
What bothers you, Lieutenant...
is you don't like to think of
white men behaving like Indians.
Kind of confuses the issue, don't it?
Party coming in!
Ke-ni-tay and the galloper.
All we need is
your hunting party, Lieutenant,
we'd be on our way.
Ke-ni-tay thinks
Ulzana will head for water...
then try to gather some horses.
Well, I might have made
those deductions myself.
We're a horse short, Lieutenant.
Ke-ni-tay will give you his.
Apaches walk better
than soldiers. Remember?
Corporal, take care
of Mr. McIntoshs gear here.
Yes, sir.
Column to the left, forward at a walk.
Ho!
I've got your horse.
Rider coming in, sir!
It's Sergeant Burns!
Detail, halt!
Report, Sergeant?
Miller is dead from wounds...
sir.
And the hostile?
Dead...
sir.
I want a full report at next camp.
There ain't a whole lot more, sir,
not unless you want to know
how Miller felt about dying.
Bring them on, Corporal.
Yes, sir. Forward at a walk! Ho!
We had a trail, but it's gone.
Well-nigh impossible
to follow on these rocks.
But I want to catch up with them.
Ho!
Horses are almost broke down.
They need rest and feed.
Ulzana needs horses.
There's hardly a dozen head
within 100 miles.
Are you trying to tell me
that we're winning?
I'm trying to tell you
what things are like.
Ulzana can't lead a war party
on foot. He has to--
Steal horses, I know.
Sergeant, where's
the nearest homestead?
The Riordan, sir, 5 miles along
the edge of those foothills.
They got good water.
Any horses?
They might have one or two, sir.
I don't know for sure.
Can this man be trusted
to pick up the trail...
if we leave him behind?
I trust him.
We'll make for the homestead.
He can meet us there.
Sweet Jesus.
Leave that body where it is.
He needs buryin'.
I want the Apache scout to do that.
Damn it, Lieutenant,
you're not making any sense.
Look, Mr. McIntosh, that used to
be a white man, like yourself!
A white man! It seems to me that
you're the one that's not making sense!
Mr. McIntosh!
- Get me a blanket.
- Yo, coming up.
- Get that medical kit over here!
- Let her loose. She's not dead.
Easy with her.
- How is she?
- She's about the same.
Are Apaches just as cruel
to their own women?
Ain't much of a life.
You live with an Indian woman,
don't you?
That's right.
Why do you do it?
That's the goddamnedest question.
I understand your sympathy for them.
Sympathy?
Living with the woman.
You'd be well-advised to
stop hating and start thinking,
because you ain't doin'
too well up till now.
Ke-ni-tay, I want to speak with you.
What is Ulzana going to do now?
Ulzana think of his son now.
In him there's only to kill...
in the place where his son was.
It take many death to fill that place.
What does he plan to do?
Ulzana take two horse from here.
He need more.
If he not get them,
his men go back to the agency.
Apache not soldier.
Apache not signed paper to fight.
Only fight when is good.
Are you telling me
that the raid's over?
Ulzana must give them
good power, many horse...
Or the raid is finished.
How does he plan to get
this power and these horses?
From you.
He mean to kill you
and take all your horse.
How? Attack us in force?
What are you going
to do about Mrs. Riordan?
Mrs. Riordan will have to be
escorted back to Fort Lowell.
How many men you going to send?
Six, with Sergeant Burns.
You'll split your force.
I have no alternative.
You don't?
What do you mean? Mrs. Riordan
has to go back to the fort.
Apaches normally rape
women prisoners to death,
but they can take them
permanent captive.
Why do you suppose
they spared Mrs. Riordan?
Maybe they thought she was dead.
Ulzana leave woman for you to find.
He know you send her back.
He attack the soldier you send.
The problem with fighting Apaches...
is predicting what they'll do next.
When you know that,
you're in with a chance.
We force Ulzana to attack,
and then we counterattack.
-We strengthen the detail--
-Or weaken it.
You've got to give them the odds
to coax them out.
I see that.
It will be very dangerous
for the escort...
- and Mrs. Riordan.
- And Mrs. Riordan.
It's fish or cut bait, Lieutenant,
but you'd be wise to listen
to what Ke-ni-tay said.
Them bucks of Ulzana's are going
to get mighty tired
roaming around them mountains
with nothing to eat but berries.
Pretty soon they're going to
start thinking of agency beef
and laying up with their wives.
Mrs. Riordan.
- I want to wash.
- Mrs. Riordan.
- I have to wash it off!
- Mrs. Riordan?
- Mrs. Riordan?
- I want to wash...
Please. I want to wash.
I want to wash it off!
Won't come off.
It won't come off.
It won't come off.
Goddamn!
Let me be! Just let me be!
Those damn Indians.
He just wanted to die.
Oh...
God, how he wanted to die!
I can assure you, Mrs. Riordan,
that everything will be done...
Why do they do that?
Hell, they don't treat
their own women much better.
If you need anything, just call.
Somebody will hear you.
Lad!
Lad, if they come back...
promise me...
you won't let them take me.
- I don't want you to worry.
- Promise me.
- Promise me!
- I promise.
Thank you.
That poor woman's almost crazy.
Can you imagine watching
her husband die like that?
I hate to expose her
to further danger tomorrow.
I suppose there's no other way.
Not if you want Ulzana.
I do, Mr. McIntosh.
I want him.
Halt!
You'll be safe with this escort.
It's a good road back.
I hope to meet you at Fort Lowell...
under happier circumstances.
Sergeant, take them on.
You'll have to make it
look good, Lieutenant.
Ulzana will be watching to
make sure you take his bait...
before he takes ours.
I understand.
- Good luck.
- And to you.
Column right...
ho!
Detail, halt!
Dismount!
How far you going to let them
pull us out?
Well, we follow them all the way...
it would be too far to ride back
and help Mr. McIntosh...
and if we turn back too soon,
it will warn them,
they won't attack.
It's a matter of picking
the right time.
Apache's calling you up, sir.
What is it?
Ulzana want to take you
up there--Mountain of Fire.
His mind is clear.
- Then we must go.
- No.
Where he will take you, you cannot go.
If you will go, you not
ride back to help McIntosh.
Yes, but it's too early
to ride to McIntosh,
and they're watching to see what we do.
Isn't that so? How many are watching?
One man see as many as 10.
- Can we find him and kill him?
- You cannot.
But Ke-ni-tay can?
But will he?
Ke-ni-tay sign paper.
Ke-ni-tay soldier.
All right. Find him and kill him.
Give me your long glass.
When you see it make light...
like this...
you must ride back to McIntosh.
All right.
Corporal, pull the men out.
- We'll be here for a while.
- Yes, sir.
We're going through Door Canyon, right?
That's right.
And you're expecting them to jump us.
Could happen.
You're not fooling me, McIntosh.
It's supposed to happen.
Then Lieutenant DeBuin,
he's supposed to ride up...
and save us when we're
down to our last bullet, right?
Something like that.
Hmm. Something like that.
You're putting a lot of trust
in a man who couldn't tell...
an inside curve
from a three-legged horse.
How do you figure
they're going to hit us?
When it don't seem likely.
These horses they're after,
you keep them tucked away safe,
and if the worst comes to it,
shoot them.
- Shoot them?
- Shoot them.
The Army don't take kindly to
sergeants shooting their horses.
They'd take a lot less kindly to
7 Apache bucks riding them off.
Right. I'll pass the word.
Not so it bothers her.
Right.
Wagon, out!
Keep your eyes open.
How long you figure he'll take?
I don't know.
You really trust that Apache, sir?
I don't think we have much choice.
There! About halfway up
the side of that cliff.
See it?
That's it. Found him. Let's go!
Let's move!
Mount up! Let's go!
Let's go! Come on!
Let's go!
Whoa!
- We going through fast?
- Set awhile.
Set awhile?
To give Ke-ni-tay time
to flush the lookout.
Dismount!
Rest your horses!
Oh, damn!
Get those horses!
Get those horses!
Don't let them get away!
Come on.
They're on both sides!
- Let's get the hell out of here!
- No.
Get off your horses and walk 'em.
Use them as a shield!
Stay behind your horses!
Don't break off!
Stay down! Stay together!
The wagon! Get the wagon!
Into the rocks! Run into them rocks!
Oh, help me, Sergeant!
I-I'm hurt bad! Help me!
Come on! Grab a hold.
Come on!
McIntosh! I'm coming in.
Mrs. Riordan, he's hit.
Will you look after him?
It ain't that bad.
There's no sense bothering her.
Somebody shoot me please!
Anybody shoot me up!
Where the hell is that lieutenant?
What do we do now?
Forward at a gallop! Ho!
You two all right?
- What day is it?
- What?
What day is it?
It's Wednesday.
Sure don't look like Wednesday.
Oh!
Wednesday.
Ho!
The wagon, sir. Somebody's moving.
- What?
- By the wagon.
Prepare to dismount!
Dismount!
Frederickson, look after Mrs. Riordan.
- Take care of the horses!
- I'll help you, ma'am.
Smithers, Johnson, lend a hand!
We came as fast as we could.
Ulzana lit out...
when he heard your music.
We wanted you to know we were coming.
The trick was not to let Ulzana know.
Careful with him.
Set him down.
Get some bed tops over here
and make a shelf, on the double.
Move that wagon out.
All these men.
If only I'd...
Don't start if fin', man.
You made your pick. Live with it.
Hell, Lieutenant...
There ain't none of us right.
Won't say no to a smoke, though.
- I got the makings.
- Good boy.
Corporal, get a detail
to bury those Apaches.
Bury them, sir?
- Bury them.
- Yes, sir.
Grave detail.
Don't suppose making cigarettes...
is one of your accomplishments,
Lieutenant.
No. Sorry.
Nor mine.
You'll learn.
That will be Ke-ni-tay.
It's time we were getting you
on the wagon.
Only cause me a lot of suffering.
Well, you can't stay here.
It would be two days
before we got back.
You'd die.
Hell, Lieutenant,
I'm going to die anyway.
Not if we get you to the surgeon.
You won't get me to the surgeon.
You might not get me to that wagon.
- What about your...
- My burial?
Being another one of them little
markers back at the fort...
don't have much appeal for me.
- I'll leave a detail behind.
- The hell you will.
I ain't passin' the time of day
with no bunch of gravediggers.
Now, goddamn it, Lieutenant,
let me sit.
It's not Christian.
That's right, Lieutenant. It's not.
Rider coming in!
You're right. It's Ke-ni-tay.
Ulzana...
We're about ready to move, sir.
Mr. McIntosh will be staying
behind at his own request.
Yes, sir. What about Ulzana?
Bury him.
They'd like to see the body,
sir, or at least the head.
They'll see my report.
Yes, sir. I'll see to it, sir.
No. I see to it.
All right, Corporal.
Mr. McIntosh.
Mr. DeBuin.
Scout.
Mount up!
Prepare to mount.
Mount!
Ready to move out, Corporal?
Yes, sir.
Let's move them out!
Forward at a walk. Ho!