Comanche Page #5

Play one game.

Silver dollar against

new scalp.

Not on your dang tintype!

No hurry.

I get, you come back.

We go back now.

When the sun leaves the sky

three times, we'll be there.

I hate this danged country.

Hotter than billy b.

in daytime

and colder than San

Antone winter at night.

Hurry up!

That's too much smoke

for a signal fire.

It could be somebody's cabin.

That's what I was thinking.

We better cut over there.

Kids.

Mother and kids.

Dead?

- Awful!

Stopping Black Cloud is

going to be a dirty job.

We 've got to get back with troops

before he holes up in the hills.

We better bury them.

It must be about mid-morning.

- Oh, I'd make it a mite past.

We must be getting close

to Duro Springs.

I reckon a mite nearer

than further.

Guns.

- Yeah, lot's of 'em.

Part of General Miles outfit.

They sure been bushwacked.

We found you after all.

What do you mean?

We were sent us to bring you in.

Then they jumped us.

Comanches. About 50 of them.

Black Cloud.

A trooper got away.

He was rawhiding for help.

About four or five hours ...

ago.

He should be here...

We'll stay here until the

troopers arrive.

The regiment.

It's Quanah the dirty murderer?

It wasn't Quanah.

It was Black Cloud.

What difference does it make?

They're all Comanches, aren't they?

See, Commissioner,

it's like I told you.

You gotta use force.

There seems to be no

doubt about it.

Lieutenant!

- Sir?

Arrange a burial detail.

Yes, sir.

Quanah nust pay for this.

You're making a big mistake,

commissioner.

Quanah is ready to talk peace.

You don't make sense, Read.

I've just come from Quanah.

I'm trying to tell you.

You're telling me nothing.

You're through.

Downey is our new chief of scouts.

You should have told us Quanah

was your cousin.

What difference

does that make?

When two very close relatives are

settling important opposing interests

there is always the possibility

for personal prejudice.

Oh, I see.

With Downey here, we have

no such a problem.

I've transfered you to

to Fort Crook, Nebraska, Read.

Just a minute, Read.

I'm not through talking to you, yet.

Oh, yes you are!

We're now leaving for

Black Oak Canyon and Quanah.

It'll be a tough

forced march.

I want to get there

before sundown.

Lieutenant French.

- Sir.

Your troops are to move out

parallel to mine.

Stay 5 miles off my left wing.

If they attack one of us,

we'll get them in a cross fire

and wipe them out.

General, I must warn you

again, for your own good.

Stay away from that Canyon.

Still trying to save your cousin's

skin, huh, Read?

Downey, one more remark from

you and you'll answer to me!

Lieutenant French, Downey and

Marrow will be your scouts.

Read and Puffer, mine.

You won't object

if I ride with Lieutenant

French's column?

Commissioner, you may

ride where you please.

Let's saddle up.

What happened after I left?

Downey convinced Ward

that the Comanches can only

be handled by force.

Ward wired to the

Indian office,

They hopped on the War Department.

They wired me.

Quanah surrenders immediately,

or wipe him out.

I'm madder than a wet hen,

but what can I do?

Both of my hands tied.

Quanah's not going to like

an ultimatum, General.

I have to tell him.

Is that why you're taking

us to him?

Ward would have me arrested

if I tried to go alone.

So would I.

I tell you General, you couldn't hurt

Quanah if you stayed there a month.

His position is impregnable.

I'm not due back for three days.

If we could find Black Cloud

before that ...

Maybe we'll be lucky.

Ride fast to Quanah.

Tell him many soldiers

come for war.

Read spoke with

crooked tongue.

Tell him to sound the war cry

of theComanche braves.

I wait for his words at great

end of Blanco Canyon.

Go!

What are you stopping for?

- Comanches.

See, on the skyline?

Well, Lieutenant,

what are you waiting for?

I don't know ... I'd better

notify the General.

I'll take the responsibility.

Well, Lieutenant?

Well ..

Forward!

Where in blazes is that

other column?

Let's head for Medicine Mound.

You can see for miles.

The Comanches don't go there,

except to die.

Forward!

See anything?

No, not a thing.

How far is it to Quanah's

stronghold?

It's not far.

- Let's go.

Oh, General, I'll take you there,

but not them.

You're in command,

until I get back.

Yes, sir.

Thank you, General.

Now you get to see that female

he's been a fighting for.

Female?

- Name of Margarita.

You can dance at his wedding.

It's Black Cloud.

It's French's column.

Well, they been asking for it.

We got him trapped now,

in the arroyo.

I'd like a crack at them, but

what would the General say?

Get down there and tell those green-

horns to get away from there fast!

Yes, sir.

But I don't think I should ...

I told you before, Lieutenant,

I'll take the responsibility.

Forward!

Come back! Come back!

It's a trap!

General's orders!

What are you afraid of,

soldierboy? Let's go!

Come back! Come back!

Come back!

I'm a friend of the Comanches.

I came from Washington.

I'm your white brother.

Then, it is you ...

who brings the white-eyes

to foul our land?

No, no.

I have come to protect you. -----------------------------------------------

No, no! Please!

Yagonosh!

General Miles.

Listen to me, Governor Miles.

Black Cloud said he would

let me go

if you let him and his warriors

out of the Canyon.

Fool! Does your white

brother let you die?

Miles! Please, Miles!

Read! Read!

Y ou want to take the

deal, General?

A man's life is at stake.

The ranchers lives are at stake.

And their families, too, if that

butcher is turned loose again.

This time, Black Cloud's trapped.

We've got you a form General

and one behind him.

If Quanah stays religious.

I'd stake my life on that.

- You already have.

Black Cloud, here is your scout.

He has brought me your words.

Here is my answer.

Dark Cloud ... you die!

Raise ... pistols!

Charge!

Where in tarnation did you

find my hair?

I been looking all over

these rocks for it.

Ain't never found it so hard

just to stay alive!

I know this man's heart.

What he has told me before,

I have in my heart.

I'm tired of fighting.

I do not want my young

men to die.

I do not want my old people

to wail for the dead.

But let us be free men.

Free to choose our own teachers

free to follow in the religion

of our fathers,

Free to think and act

for ourselves.

We will keep the peace,

faithfully.

For, from where the sun

now stands

we will fight no more.

Forever!

My chief is anxious that we

start with no bad memories.

We'll make a new beginning.

We'll put the fighting behind us.

My country has pledged its word

that our treaty never

be broken by a white.

#This is the story, there is

no more

#It was written plainly

#In western lore

#The man who's truthful

he'll make his way

#That's true today as

it is of yore

#A man is as good as his word

#As good as his word is he

#If you are as good

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