Escape from Fort Bravo Page #5

Mescaleros.

At the gallop.

Go on ahead.

Dismount. Take cover.

Take cover in that hole.

Stampede the horses.

Where'd they go?

Around that ridge.

- Did you fire that shot?

- Yep.

In any other place than this,

I'd thank you.

Any other place,

you wouldn't get the chance.

- Keep the gun.

- Thank you, captain.

How about giving me something

to lose with?

I'm a dead shot with a carbine.

Never lost at a turkey shoot.

That's a fair trade.

Thanks, son.

- Are you itching to trade too, Young?

- Yes, sir.

Here you are.

Here they come.

You must've missed.

No. We just killed the same one twice.

See what I mean?

They won't try that again.

Don't waste ammunition.

Covered all around.

As long as we're in this position,

I don't think they can get to us.

You are right, son, they can't get to us.

But we ain't going anywhere either.

Well, they won't charge.

Just keep us pinned down.

Beecher and Cabot, look out.

One question, Roper.

Why did you run off the horses?

If you'd ever been pinned down on the

desert with a dead horse, you'd know.

What now?

Wait.

Campbell.

Well, I guess

you all know how bad this is.

I got an inkling.

Hey. Hey, I've been thinking,

I can get out of here.

I could sneak through the shadows.

You'd wind up staked out in the sun

in the morning. Ask Lt. Beecher.

Mescaleros never attack at night,

but don't think they're asleep.

And where would you go if you did get out?

Must be 50 miles to the fort.

Well, anything'd be better than this.

What's that?

Chant. They're burying their dead.

Roper.

One always comes back.

The Indians don't see him.

Yes, they do.

They're waiting for someone

to make a break.

I'll make the break.

No, it's the girl I wanna get out of here.

Come on.

Come on, boy. Come on, black horse.

Easy, captain. He's getting scared.

You're losing him.

Let me make the break.

Why, that dirty, rotten coward.

I told you. I told you not to bring him.

Shut up.

That dirty, rotten coward.

Well, that's that.

Yeah, it is for tonight.

I'll take over, Cabot.

Wonder what time it is.

You got some place to go?

Oh, what are they waiting for?

Why don't they hit us?

Why don't you ask them?

They were on their way to Cochise.

Maybe they quit.

They never quit.

They've got all kinds of weapons.

For instance?

Like up there, Campbell.

The sun.

Think Bailey made it?

Could be.

A nice clear road to Texas and home.

Take it easy.

Why? You wanna last longer?

Friend of yours, Campbell?

He don't want me.

He's looking for you, Cabot.

All soft and young like a nice quail.

Wouldn't it be funny if Bailey

ran into a patrol from Bravo...

...or even went to the fort?

He'd never be that foolish.

There's a limit to everything, boy,

except foolishness.

Believe me, boy, it ain't got any limit.

It's got one limit, Campbell.

Why don't you just take a nice nap

and I'll wake you when you're dead?

Here they come.

Hold it.

All right.

What was that for?

He must have got sunstroked.

Here they come again.

How is it?

I'm having a regular picnic.

This is very curious fighting.

What are they trying to do?

Build a fence around us?

I don't understand.

I'm all right. I'm all right.

Over and left, like artillery.

Right.

We're bracketed.

Flatten out.

Clear out. This way.

Get back.

Campbell. Young.

They'll take us now.

No, they won't.

They'll sit out there and watch us die.

They're in no hurry.

What are they doing now?

Waiting to see if we're dead.

When will they come to make sure?

Oh, in a little while.

Dawn.

Roper, you could be a long way

from here by then.

Take that and Carla and get out of here.

I'm still in command here, Marsh.

As long as I am, I'm staying.

You're not gonna die for me, Roper.

You got that country

you talked about to win.

Now, go back and fight for it.

Go back and water your roses, Roper.

Be quiet. You'll talk yourself to death.

Now, you can get out of here

and take Carla with you...

...or I'll kill you.

One more thing about Carla.

She had a job to do. She did it.

What no one counted on

was her falling in love with you.

Well, she did.

Now, take her and get out.

Come on.

Anything you want me

to tell Alice, Beecher?

Tell her I love her.

You know what that is, Roper?

I've heard of it.

All right, get out.

I'm sorry, John.

I'm sorry.

There's only one chance.

If I can make them believe

that I'm the last one alive...

...that the rest of you are all dead.

When they come out,

they may leave you to the buzzards...

...and go ahead and join Cochise.

It means Beecher's life and Marsh's...

What about you?

Is this in the book too, Roper?

Bailey...

You look real good, boy.

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