Duel at Diablo Page #2

I said, let her go.

Sure.

I didn't touch you. I wasn't gonna

do anything to her, just tell her husband.

Don't tell her husband anything.

You just forget it!

All right, I won't, I swear!

I like changing odds.

2-to-1 seemed more of an even bet.

So you saved me again, Mr. Remsberg.

This time you saved my honor.

Only now you know

there's none left to save.

You sound like

I should apologize for butting in.

I didn't ask you to bring me back here.

If the Apaches had taken you captive...

At least the Apaches didn't spit

when I walked past.

-People here treat me like I'm...

-I know.

I had a Comanche wife.

That's different.

No one thinks it's wrong for a man

to take himself an Indian girl

as long as he leaves her behind

when he goes.

I said she was my wife.

I know how they look at you.

I know how they treat you.

One of them finally killed my wife.

Come on, better get you home.

I can understand why you'd want

to run away, Mrs. Grange...

But there's something

you ought to think about.

If you go back to Chata's band,

his son, Nachee...

Will most likely kill you

for running away from him.

I didn't run away.

I was taken away, unconscious.

Our brave soldiers hit the Apache camp

while the men were out hunting.

The trooper who gave me this almost

killed me before he saw my blond hair.

If I were your husband, Mrs. Grange...

You are not my husband.

They all think any decent woman would

prefer to die than live as an Apache squaw.

Maybe they're right.

Death comes soon enough.

Anybody that hurries it is a damned fool.

What I was trying to say is

what's over is done.

You and your husband could go someplace

where nobody knows what happened.

My husband would know.

Thanks, Major.

-I appreciate your cooperation.

-It's my pleasure, Mr. Grange.

Have a seat, Sergeant.

If that was a hint you want me

back in the Army, no thanks.

Toller, Chata may have already

started north across the border.

You know what that means.

But as far as my re-enlisting is concerned,

no chance, Major.

The Army owes me for 40 horses

I spent four months hunting and breaking.

I'm planning on investing my stakes

in a nice, profitable gambling saloon.

No more Army for me, Major.

Sir...

Grange claims you've given him permission

to accompany me to Fort Concho.

-The Army has to cooperate with Grange...

-I understand.

He's been helpful to us many times.

It's just that with all green troopers,

and only two days before we head out...

You don't have those two days, McAllister.

You'll be starting for Fort Concho at dawn.

Sir, I need time to whip those raw recruits

into some kind of shape.

Half those horses Toller delivered

still aren't saddlebroke!

Then he will have to finish breaking them

on the way to Fort Concho.

-There's no time left...

-Hold on!

My contract calls for delivery

of fresh mounts to McAllister.

I've delivered them.

The contract says you'll be paid

to deliver saddlebroke horses.

It's not my fault

he has to move out before I'm finished!

-If I could have just one more day.

-You have your orders.

-Yes, sir.

-Not with me, he don't!

Sir.

You can have your money

for the 20 mustangs you've already broken.

If you want to get paid for the rest,

you'll have to tag along with McAllister.

He'll give you a receipt

for every horse you break in on the way

and Colonel Foster

will pay you for them in Concho.

The men I hired to help catch

those mustangs are paid off and gone.

The clothes I lived in

for four months, I burned.

I didn't buy this new outfit

to eat no trail dust.

You're dealing me this

off the bottom of the deck. It's a swindle...

-Be careful, Toller!

-Shut up, McAllister!

You don't scare me none.

And you sure can't pull no rank on me.

Toller, I'm sorry.

But that's the way it will have to be.

Hurry it up, Toller.

You might manage to break

another horse or two before dawn.

You enjoy seeing me on the horn,

don't you, McAllister?

You were a pretty good

sergeant once, Toller...

But to me, you're just another

money-hungry civilian.

You used to be a pretty good

sergeant yourself, McAllister

but now you're just...

A rank officer.

I'll be back, Major.

Company, attention!

Line up in columns of two,

dress right on the flag.

Fall in over there!

Form up in columns of twos,

and dress right on that flag.

Get that horse up off his back!

Go get those reins.

Bring that horse back in here.

Open her up.

Grange.

Yeah?

You might not be able to get any kind

of an escort back here for weeks...

Maybe longer.

So?

Might not be too good an idea,

leaving your wife here alone all that time.

What makes it your business?

It doesn't make any difference anyway.

She stole two horses

and disappeared again last night.

-Did you report it?

-No. Why should I?

They could have sent somebody after her.

-Now, maybe she's got too much of a start.

-If she wants to go, she can go.

Straight to hell, for all I care.

Sergeant...

Mount up!

Prepare to mount!

Scotty, I'll be riding out on my own.

I'll pick you up in a couple of days.

Remember, you're no use to me

hung up like Tom Van.

Yes, mother.

I'll need a spare horse,

in case I have to make time.

Toller!

I want a receipt!

Drop that guard there, trooper.

Pull yourself up, lad.

Look proud, all of you.

-Move them out, Sergeant.

-Yes, sir!

Lead off to the left in a column of twos.

Forward!

Sergeant, present arms.

Company, present arms!

It is your doing Nachee is dead.

White-eyed trappers took him alive.

They beat him to death with a whip.

I didn't want him dead.

You white-eyes want us all dead.

But when I die,

it will not be as tame reservation Indian.

I will die Apache!

Killing my enemies!

Kayeta.

Where is Kayeta?

Kayeta!

The boy is your son.

You can care for him while you live.

Nachee's body lies in Mogollon Mountains.

You will live until we come there.

-You're going to kill me?

-No.

You will be alive...

When I bury you in the grave of my son.

Hold there! Hold on!

Come on!

Sir, there's a rider coming in

from the south.

Here, rub him down while he's feeding.

You've been pushing hard.

I didn't want to come in after dark

and have one of your rookies

mistaking me for an Apache.

Thank you.

Got anything for me?

I got a good look at Chata.

You stretch your luck pretty thin.

He's got about 45 armed men.

He's on the move.

His whole camp, women and kids...

Including your wife, Grange.

-Where's Chata headed?

-The Mogollon range would be my hunch.

With his families along,

he's got to set up a permanent camp

before putting on war-paint.

If we could cut in ahead of him,

catch him by surprise...

Scotty, he's got almost 50 fighting men.

You've got 29,

including me, Toller, and Grange.

All I'm figuring is to hold Chata in place

long enough for reinforcements

to reach us from Concho.

Just hold on a minute, Lieutenant!

You ain't aiming to tangle with Chata?

If you're going to eavesdrop,

at least keep your mouth shut.

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