Fort Yuma Page #4

If he keeps yelling like that,

they will find him.

Francesca.

Ben, no.

Francesca.

Ben.

I... I love you.

Francesca.

Francesca.

They moving on to the fort

wearing our uniforms.

If they get inside the walls,

the closed ones won't stand a chance.

This isn't my fight anymore.

Let them burn it to the ground.

- Jonas.

- I don't fight my people anymore.

- Not for men like him.

- No, Jonas.

Not for men like him, but for the Hallocks,

the Taylors, and the men at the waterholes.

Do you know why they died?

Because there was a barrier.

An invisible wall

between the white men and the Indian.

Jonas, this was Francesca's fight.

It is our fight.

Or is there still a wall between us?

Try to find some loose horses.

And bring them back here.

Look, it doesn't make

any difference now.

She's dead and I can't

bring her back.

Things could have been different.

I could've made them different.

That's something you

won't have to remember.

Do what you like about me later.

Right now, let's find some horses.

Sergeant of the Guard.

Column approaching.

- Column is approaching fort, sir.

- It must be the troops from Fort Apache.

- Open the gate.

- Yes, sir.

Open the gate.

- The gates of the ford are open.

- We make a passing now.

It would be better if

you remained here.

They are the Apaches, sir,

dressed like troopers.

Close the gates!

Open the gates, open them!

Honey.

I can think of a lot of things,

I'd like to say to you now.

I'll take your regards to the general.

He likes to be right, you know.

When he tried to bring

the two worlds together.

It is the individuals that count.

See you next trip.

- Goodbye, Lieutenant.

- Goodbye, Ben.

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