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This uniform doesn't change that.

You just have to look

a little more closely.

And if I did? What would I see?

What they all see -

a primitive savage.

Possibly a little more civilized

than the rest,

but one to be watched, closely...

Very closely.

There an amusing little cavalry jingle.

It says something about

the only good Apache,

being a dead Apache.

Or perhaps a pretty one.

Your resentment is every bit

as strong as theirs.

It that your professional opinion?

I'm sorry.

- I didn't mean it to sound it

like a sermon. - Why not?

Isn't that what you're here for?

To preach to the savages.

Please. I'm sorry.

Miss Crown...

- Yes.

- Forgive me.

Please.

Sometimes it is very difficult for

me to forget I fight my own kind.

I've always believed

my people to be wrong.

We should live in peace.

But they're still my people.

For me now, there is no home.

No place.

Can you understand?

I do understand.

Thank you.

Good night.

Halt!

How far do you think it is

to the next watering hole?

It depends on which fork

of the trail you take.

Which one would you take?

The one on the left,

away from the mountains.

We'll take the one to the right.

- There could be Indians there.

- There could be water there too.

- Hallock.

- Yes, sir.

- I want two men from the fence detail.

- Yes, sir.

Up farther the trail,

divides two forks.

One goes to the right along the mountains,

the other one cuts out through the desert.

You take the one to the right,

along the mountain side.

Up there somewhere is a waterhole.

You wait there for us unless it's dry.

If it's dry, ride back and then

you'll cut across the desert trail.

Forward!

Column, halt.

- What do you make of it?

- I can't say.

"Though I walk through the valley

of the shadow of death,

I will fear no evil, for thou art with me.

Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.

Thou preparest a table before me

in the eyes my enemies. "

Thou...

"Thou mazes my head with oil,

my cup is runneth over.

Surely goodness and mercy shall

follow me all the days of my life.

In I shall dwell in the house

of the Lord, forever."

Amen.

- In the evening and the morning with the Third...

- Two of them were buried down there.

How are they supposed to know

it was poisoned?

- What was?

- The waterhole.

Well, if they didn't drink it before we got

there, maybe all of us would be dead now.

True.

- Francesca.

- Yes.

I'd like to speak with you.

I know what you have to say,

I would rather not listen.

Francesca.

You are my sister,

my concern is for you.

I'm not a child.

You're a woman and should

have a women's dignity.

Dignity.

Dignity is for women

like the missionary.

Dignity is the right of every human being.

What have I done that's so wrong?

Ben Keegan, that's what is wrong.

- Why is that so wrong?

- You're a fool.

You're not of his world.

And with a man of my own world, would I

have this dignity, of what you speak?

No. I'd be little more than cattle.

When I walk with this man of my own

world, would I walk closer to his side?

You know, I would not.

I'd stay out of distance, forever

in the shadows, paces behind.

Is that dignity?

With Ben Keegan,

you can not walk at all.

- He cares nothing for you.

- How can you say that?

- You do not know.

- I know him.

There is no love or respect in his

heart for people of his own blood.

I watched him, fought with him.

He is a cruel man.

He kills with a savage pleasure, 'cause

there's nothing but hatred in his heart.

An Indian is an animal to him.

You are an Indian.

And he uses you. Like an animal.

You are hidden from everyone's eyes because

of the shame he would feel if anyone knew.

- It is not true.

- It is true.

Because you are my sister,

I also feel your shame.

And what of your shame? Do you not wear

military cloths and kill your own kind.

Is the dignity of a women less

important than the honor of a man?

There was no other choice for me.

- There was no other way.

- Nor for me.

Two words can make a little

difference to either of us.

I love you.

I love you.

- Hallock.

- Yes, sir.

- What the devil is that? - I don't know,

sir. It seems to come from the river.

- Go have a look.

- Yes, sir.

Put out that fire.

- You are all right?

- Yes, but our scout is out there.

- Apaches!

- Take him alive.

Where does he belong?

Mescaleros, maybe.

What's your tribe?

- Who are your people?

- Lieutenant Keegan.

Lieutenant Keegan.

Truman and Sand are dead, sir.

They were stripped... naked.

Here's your poisoned waterhole.

Now find out what his tribe is.

Ask him, what they want

with army uniforms.

All right, tell him this...

He either tells me what I wanna know,

or I'll roast his brain over that fire.

Burn him.

- No, I talk!

- Hold it!

- I am Mambreno.

- Mambreno?

- Mangas Colorado's bunch.

- Mangas Colorado is dead.

His son Mangas is chief now.

So, the young ones got the

holds on their hands.

Maybe that explains a few things.

What does he want

with army uniforms?

Now listen to me, animal...

You and your red brothers

killed four of my men.

So when I talk to you, you better answer or I'll

tear your insides and feed them to the wolves.

Now where is Mangas and what

does he want with army uniforms?

You will not reach Fort Yuma alive.

- Hallock.

- Yes, sir.

Hang him and get the column ready

to move out right away.

Lieutenant Keegan.

That boy is a helpless prisoner.

You can't just hang him like that.

- Who says I can't?

- It's inhumane.

Inhuman? He killed four of my man,

and almost cut your throat.

I don't think he's alone, there are plenty

more of him out there where he came from.

And if one of them ever gets a hold of you,

you'll learn what the word "inhuman" means.

So if you're in a praying mood,

I suggest you say a few for all of us.

We Will need them.

God have mercy on his soul.

- Milo.

- Mike.

- Do you think they'll catch

up with us? - They might.

Do you think there

are many of them?

Oh, I don't know.

You don't worry about a

little shooting, are you?

No.

I was just thinking about what might

happen if they got their hands on us.

Forget it.

Lieutenant! They've stolen a wagon.

Let them keep it. Full gallop!

Where is Taylor?

Taylor! Taylor!

- You want to get your head blown off?

- I can't find Taylor.

We haven't got the time looking for anybody,

now anybody has to take care of himself.

Lieutenant, Lieutenant, look!

Milo!

Taylor!

- Where do you think you're going?

- Taylor, I gotto take care.

- Stay put right here.

- Please, sir, I got to get to Ken.

If you go up there you'll wind up

next to him. Is that what you want?

- I want Taylor.

- Hallock!

Milo!

Milo, don't let them touch me.

Hallock.

Hallock!

Yes, sir.

The rest of you man,

give me a count!

Give me a count!

Give me a count!

Give me a count!

Give me a count!

Don't let him, Milo!

Go away from him!

Hallock!

Hallock!

Hallock, answer me,

you thick-headed idiot!

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