Duel at Diablo

Get down, damn it!

I'm no Apache.

Leave me be.

Where are you from?

Creel.

That's where I'm headed. I'll get you home.

No.

I've got to go to him. He needs me.

There's nothing but Apaches for 60 miles

between here and Fort Creel.

The Apaches won't hurt me.

Mommy!

Look.

There.

Good afternoon. What can I do for you?

Did you find her?

Where's the horse she was riding?

Dead.

That's too bad.

-You take care of my horse?

-Where did you find Mrs. Grange?

Give him plenty of feed and water.

He needs it. And rub him down, too.

-Hello, Harrington.

-Jess Remsberg.

I see they've busted you back

to Corporal again.

Yeah, twice. It's been a long time since...

Yeah, it's been a long time.

Is Scotty McAllister out at the fort?

Yeah. Did you hear he made Lieutenant?

-Tell him I'm in here, will you?

-Sure.

Look at them out there.

Watching, waiting to see

how I'm gonna take it.

Laughing behind my back.

When they brought you back the first time,

I tried to treat you decent.

This time, the Apaches didn't

take you away, you ran away.

My horse is dead and you're back.

Should be the other way around.

Stop it, Ellen.

Stop that!

Please, Ellen, please.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. I didn't.

I'm sorry, Will.

I'm sorry I was brought back to shame you.

I don't like the way I feel.

I hate myself for it.

-You know how I loved you.

-You were always good to me.

When Chata's band took you,

I just near went out of my head.

I hunted for you for a year

until I figured they'd killed you...

-There's something I didn't tell you...

-And suddenly, you were back.

-I was afraid to tell you...

-I wanted for us...

-There's something that happened to me...

-I don't want to hear what happened!

I don't want to know anything about it.

It's bad enough

thinking about you with the Apaches

trying to stop from thinking about it.

I had to go back to them. I had to!

That's what I'm trying to tell you.

You liked living with a bunch of savages?

-You don't understand.

-No, I don't understand.

Lots of white women

have been grabbed by the Indians.

A decent one would've killed herself

before she'd let them

turn her into an Indian squaw!

-I'm not that decent, I guess!

-Don't shout. They'll hear you!

You don't care what happens to me...

Only what people think about you.

I do business with them people.

The same people

who treat your wife like dirt.

I was better off with the Indians.

Maybe that's where you figured

you belong.

I don't belong here anymore.

Maybe you don't.

At a trot!

-Keep them in line there.

-At a gallop!

Back into line.

Left about!

No!

Get into one line, damn it!

Move into one line there!

Get on the right of that flag!

-Yes, sir!

-That was the worst exhibition!

I know, sir, but most of these new horses

aren't saddlebroke...

Half your men don't know

one end of a horse from the other.

Yes, sir! Come on now.

Pull it into line there!

Let's get this right!

-Dress on that flag!

-Lieutenant...

Move those mounts! Look alive!

-What is it, Corporal?

-Jess Remsberg's in town, sir.

Jess?

-How does he look?

-He still ain't over it, that's for sure.

-Where is he?

-The saloon, sir.

-You lend Sergeant Ferguson a hand.

-Yes, sir.

-Sergeant Ferguson.

-Yes, sir?

Keep them polishing the seats

of their pants on saddle leather

till they can do that turn.

-Yes, sir!

-We leave for Concho in two days!

All right, we're gonna try

this maneuver once more.

The dress is right, down on that flag.

Forward, at a gallop!

Left about!

Left turn, left turn!

Come on, move those horses in line!

Whiskey.

Lieutenant...

I've got a wagonload of goods

for Fort Concho.

I'd sure appreciate it

if I can tag along with your troop.

No.

What do you mean, no?

I've got a right to Army protection.

If I take you along, you do. But I'm not.

My, you sure do look pretty

in that new uniform.

Lieutenant, I'm sure...

This trip's going to be rough enough

without dragging along extra freight.

Sorry.

I hear you found Ellen Grange on the way.

Her husband didn't seem too anxious

to get her back.

-Tom Van scouting for you?

-Aye.

I sent him down to Mexico

to check how many more warriors

have joined Chata's force.

I found him about 60 miles south,

where I picked up Mrs. Grange.

I'd say he was two days dying,

Apache style.

Then Chata's already come north

across the border

slaughtering anyone they've run across.

Not without reason, Scotty.

The Apaches have been holed up

on that hellhole reservation at San Carlos,

tricked, lied to, murdered...

It cuts both ways, Jess.

Bad enough when a man like Tom Van

ends the way he did.

But when you find women and children

dead like that...

-I've got to tell Major Novac about Van.

-Wait a minute.

You sent me a message.

I'm here.

Aye.

That's a pretty nice scalp

you got there, mister.

I know where an Indian scalp like that

would bring a pretty good price.

How much you want for it?

-What was that, McAllister?

-He was going to kill you, Toller.

All I did was ask what he wanted

for the Indian scalp.

This Indian was his wife.

-What happened?

-I hit you.

It's a good thing you did.

Where is it, Scotty?

Where'd you get it?

Fort Concho, from the town marshal.

New man. Clay Dean.

Clay Dean?

Aye. Killer for hire, wearing a badge.

You know the type.

Thanks, Scotty.

Dean may not be the man.

If he's not, he'll tell me.

The man who caught my wife alone

will pay, and not just by dying.

-He'll be praying...

-Stop it!

Apaches take revenge that way.

No civilized...

That was no Apache

that killed and scalped my wife.

That was one of your civilized men.

We're heading for Fort Concho

in a couple of days.

I want you to come along.

You just want to be with me

when I catch this man, Dean.

You figure I'll let him die quick and easy

if you're there.

With Tom Van gone, I need a scout.

No.

I've two wagonloads of ammunition

and 25 green troopers.

Colonel Foster needs them in Fort Concho.

What are you bucking for?

I can't afford any mistakes on my record.

I'm going to be a general some day.

I don't remember

you being so damned ambitious.

I'm getting married when I get to Concho.

Sergeant Niebaumer's daughter.

She'll give you hell if I don't get there.

I guess a week or so

won't make any difference.

We ought to bury that, Jess.

After I find the man that took it off her.

Tell the Major, he'll have to wait.

I've got some unfinished business

to take care of.

McAllister said you wanted to kill me.

I don't much like that idea.

I'd rather get it over with now,

if the thought's still in your mind.

It's not.

Are you quite sure?

I said so.

Then I apologize.

I'm sorry. I didn't know.

I know you didn't.

-Let her go.

-Like hell. She tried to steal our horses!

She should be put in jail,

like any horse thief.

No, we won't let her go till she's nice to us,

like she was to those Apaches.

She shouldn't mind us, after all that time

she took pleasuring Chata's son.

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