Duel at Diablo Page #4

"or to victory."

Been over two hours.

McAllister must've

made his first move by now.

Now, we start straight for the hills

and Chata's families.

It's a scout, reporting back to Chata.

-How many?

-I couldn't count.

They couldn't have left too many behind.

Turn back to the canyon!

We've got to get there by dawn!

Now!

It's almost dawn.

We keep on like this all the way,

these animals will die!

We'll all be dead if we don't.

Move those wagons faster!

Forward!

Bugler, start the charge!

Make way for the wagons!

Bugler, sound the charge!

Swenson! Sound the charge!

Welcome to the water hole, general.

Where's Jess? Is he all right?

He's on his way to Concho.

Get the survivors back to the water hole.

Start with Mrs. Grange.

Mrs. Grange!

You stay there.

Did Jess get away?

Yes, except two of Chata's outriders

followed him all the way out

and got some shots at him.

-Sergeant Ferguson.

-Yes, sir?

Get them lined up, ready for inspection.

Tell Major Novac

we're heading out for Concho.

-Sir, we only have 11 men left.

-You.

Get the Lieutenant...

Sergeant, guard the entrance

to the canyon with...

Help him.

And position the two best marksmen

we've got left on top of the mesa.

Try and get snipers up there.

Mr. Toller...

I understand you fought through

a few of these Indian campaigns.

-A few.

-I'm a damned good sergeant...

But I never fought no Indians before.

I never even been west of St. Louis

till I brought out this bunch of recruits.

Get those horses back to the water.

They earned it.

And get one of those ammo wagons

all the way back to the water

so we can use it for a last stand.

The question is whether we can

hold out till Colonel Foster gets here.

Suppose Remsberg gets caught?

Remsberg ain't Harrington.

I don't much like the idea

of blowing up all this ammunition.

Let's hope we don't have to.

Casey! Nyles!

Let's get you inside,

so you can watch this whole rim up here.

If I was Chata, I'd call it quits.

Anybody see where that come from?

Scatter! We're too exposed.

They're using arrows.

They're out of ammunition.

Chata is taking no chances a stray bullet

will hit that ammunition wagon.

The Lieutenant...

Seems to be resting easier.

Fever's down, he'll be all right.

You must love that kid an awful lot,

to do what you did.

He's my child.

I wish...

That I'd taken it different.

I want you to know that, Ellen...

Because we're not gonna get out of here.

Maybe if...

Maybe if we'd had a kid...

Things would have been different.

You were a good husband, Will,

before the Apaches took me.

But you never would have been again.

Well...

You'll need this

when they get in here at us.

There's two cartridges in it.

-Toller.

-Sergeant.

Sir, they're getting ready

for something out there.

Let's have a look.

My wagon.

They're using it for cover! Sergeant!

Hold your fire

till you see something to shoot at.

Fire!

Hold your fire

until you can see the legs of those ponies.

Get ready to fire.

Now!

Casey, Nyles, cover us! We're coming back!

One got back inside here.

Get going.

Grange, get going!

Get down.

Did you finish that big meal already?

Colonel, is Clay Dean in town?

The marshal? I suppose so.

Unless he's off celebrating some place.

He killed a man last night.

-We'll be ready to leave in five minutes.

-I'll catch up with you.

Sergeant, mount up.

Company, mount!

We have to move back further.

They'll all be slipping back in here

now it's dark.

We're pulling back, get moving.

Hold it.

Anybody seen Grange?

Grange!

Who's that?

Jess Remsberg.

Who the hell is Jess Remsberg?

Scout for Colonel Foster at the Fort.

All right.

What do you want?

You Clay Dean?

Yeah.

I need some information.

-It's important.

-Better be important to me.

Well?

Where did you get that?

I won it in a poker game.

Who did you win it from?

-Why?

-Who?

First, you tell me why you want to know.

She was my wife.

So that's it.

You're not gonna find out

about him from me.

I might tell him about you, though,

when I see him.

He did you a favor, mister.

I have nothing against a man bedding down

with a pretty, young Indian girl...

-But when you call one of them your wife...

-Tell me who you won it from.

You can leave here now, squaw man.

Leave your gun belt.

Take off that gun.

Or use it.

Now, tell me who you won her hair from.

If I do?

If you do, Marshal, you go on living.

You've got yourself quite a name

as a bad man with a gun.

You may think you can tell me any name

then later come gunning for me.

Is that what you're thinking?

No, I...

Now you know.

You're not fast anymore.

You give me the wrong name

and I'll come back and finish the job.

Now who?

He needed $10 to see my hand.

Grange put up the scalp for it.

He was drunk and he...

Did you say...

Grange. A freighter. Will Grange.

He was telling how he'd revenged his wife

on this Comanche girl he'd caught.

Get inside the perimeter.

Get against the wall!

-Get back!

-But he's alive!

Will!

-They're killing him.

-Not yet.

It's an old trick.

They saved him for this,

to work on our nerves.

Oh, God.

"Holy Mary, Mother of God...

"Pray for our sins...

"Now and in the hour of our death."

Ferguson!

It's time to collect that dry brush

and get it under that ammo wagon.

If they rush us...

That wagon better burn fast.

Mrs. Grange!

Somebody's got to kill him.

Put an end to what they're doing.

Give me the gun and get down.

No.

It's up to you now, Toller.

Don't let them get the ammunition.

Chata won't get that ammunition

even if he wipes us out.

And he's lost too many men

against a force half his size.

And you did it.

No.

I killed most of my men.

Chata had to be stopped

and you stopped him.

That's what the Army's

out here to do, ain't it?

Is it?

Yes.

Yes.

You tell them that...

You sure this is what you want to do?

I don't want him to die.

Chata will take care of him.

And raise him as an Apache.

My people would never raise him

as one of their own.

They're getting ready for the kill.

We better get back to the wagon.

Now, Mrs. Grange.

Mrs. Grange, let go now.

They're coming, all of them.

If they get me, you fire this wagon.

Company, halt!

Ellen!

Let me go to Will!

-Where is he?

-Let me go to him, please!

You stay here. I'll find him.

Kill me.

Have pity.

Please, kill me.

I wonder if they'll

stay on the reservation this time.

Why should they?

Company, forward turn!

Forward!

General.

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