She Wore a Yellow Ribbon
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- 1949
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Custer is dead.
of the immortal 7th Cavalry...
... lie 212 officers and men.
The Sioux and Cheyenne
are on the warpath.
By military telegraph,
news of the Custer massacre...
... is flashed across the long,
lonely miles to the Southwest.
By stagecoach to the 100 settlements
and the 1000 farms...
of an Indian uprising.
one more such defeat as Custer's...
... and it'd be a hundred years before
a wagon train crossed the plains.
And from the Canadian border
to the Rio Bravo, 10,000 Indians...
... Kiowa, Comanche, Arapaho,
Sioux and Apache...
... under Sitting Bull, Crazy Horse,
Gall and Crow King...
... are uniting in a common war
against the United States Cavalry.
Come on!
That's old Major Cheadle,
the paymaster!
Yeah. Looks like we ain't going
to get paid for another three months.
Wherever the flag rises
over some lonely Army post...
... there may be one man...
... fated to wield
the sword of destiny.
- Good morning, sir. 5:42, sir.
- 5:
41!And a lovely day it is, sir.
Colder than blazes.
Mrs. Jameson's had her baby.
The stagecoach to Sudro's Wells
has been discontinued.
from the Paradise River Patrol.
Private MaclKenzie got hisself shot.
Boy or a girl?
A little trooper, sir.
When does the coach stop running?
It's finished. Stopped.
No more coach.
- MaclKenzie? Is he dead?
- Yes, sir.
Good man, MaclKenzie.
Made corporal, five or six years.
You got breath like a hot mince pie!
You know I took the pledge
after Chapultepec...
And Bull Run
and Gettysburg and Shiloh.
And Saint Patrick's Day
and Fourth of July.
- Captain...
- Beats me where you hide the stuff.
Six more days.
Six more days and I retire.
- The Army will never be the same.
- It's always the same.
The sun and moon change.
The Army knows no seasons.
We're in our prime and they're turning
us out! It's an abuse of taxes!
The only tax you've paid
is whiskey tax. Ready?
Ready, sir!
Morning, gentlemen.
Good morning, sir.
Well, carry on.
Good morning, Mrs. Brown.
Hold up!
Mr. Cohill...
...inspection.
That's Tyree and
Yeah.
- Report, sergeant.
- Gunshot wound. Dead when I found him.
- Where?
- Near Red Butte, sir.
Horses were about to give in, sir.
Money box is gone, sir.
Cheadle?
What do you make
of the wound, doctor?
I'll need an hour, major.
Fetch him to the hospital.
Not IKiowa.
No, not Comanche nor Arapahos either,
Sir?
All right, put in
your two cents' worth.
Arrows with yellow, white and red are
the sign of the Southern Cheyenne.
I've seen Bannocks and Snakes
use the same.
That's very true. But look
at the clan mark on this arrow.
It's the sign of the dog.
That came from the bow of
a Southern Cheyenne Dog Soldier.
What would they be doing
this far south?
That ain't my department, sir.
- Alert the post, sergeant.
- Yes, sir.
- Get some rest, Tyree.
- Thank you, sir.
Just a moment, Mr. Pennell,
if you please!
Lieutenant, the post is closed.
Sorry, Miss Dandridge.
Sorry, indeed! Mr. Cohill, haven't
...than make yourself obnoxious?
If you have complaints
about my orders...
...submit them
- Duplicate or triplicate?
- Don't be a spoilsport.
That's what he is.
I wouldn't trust you to take me out
so you're hazing Pennell.
- Drive.
- Do that and I'll arrest you!
- You wouldn't!
Lieutenant Cohill. He's decided
he can order me around...
- I was following orders...
- You're at attention. Please proceed.
I don't want to make a scene.
I'm sure he's a fine officer.
I know his father and his sister.
But he's decided Pennell hasn't
rank enough to be seen in my company.
- Sir, if I could just...
- You're at attention.
Do you wish to further
amplify your complaint?
Complaint? Captain Brittles,
I'm not complaining.
I love Fort Starke and
adore the entire cavalry.
- Our pleasure, ma'am.
- Yes, indeed.
Mr. Cohill, wipe that grin
off your face.
You have the floor.
I have denied Mr. Pennell
permission to leave the post.
For what purpose did you wish
to leave the post, Mr. Pennell?
Picnicking, sir.
Picnicking?
Picnicking, Miss Dandridge?
Where, in St. Louis?
The waterfall. I'm sorry...
Never apologize.
It's a sign of weakness.
Mr. Cohill, I see no reason why
Mr. Pennell should not go picnicking.
Very good, sir.
Thank you, captain.
But he was right in denying
you permission to leave...
...under the present emergency.
So may I escort you
to your quarters?
You may proceed with
your picnic, Mr. Pennell.
- You may pass Lt. Pennell, sergeant.
- Pass Lt. Pennell!
Pass Lt. Pennell!
Where are you holding your picnic?
At Delmonico's in New York in
two months with Olivia on my arm!
And I won't be wearing
any blue suit either, bub!
Here's the last report
on Custer's outfit:
on the Little Big Horn.
Headquarters expects
hard and bloody winter.
Sitting Bull preaching holy war.
Take all necessary precautions."
Here's the list.
I expect you knew most of them.
"George Armstrong Custer...
...Tom Custer...
...Boston Custer...
...Calhoun...
...Cook...
...Crittendon...
...Harrington...
...lKeogh."
Miles IKeogh.
Well, Mary...
...only six more days to go...
...and your old Nathan will be
out of the Army.
Haven't decided what I'll do yet.
Somehow, I just can't
picture myself...
...back there on the banks
of the Wabash...
...rocking on the front porch.
No, I've been thinking...
...l'd maybe push on West.
New settlements, California.
We had some sad news today, Mary.
George Custer was killed.
His whole command.
Miles IKeogh. You remember Miles.
Happy-go-lucky Irishman.
Who used to waltz so well with you.
Yeah, I know.
I guess I was a little jealous.
Well, I'm taking the troop out
in the morning. Cheyennes around.
I'm to pick up the patrols
and drive them on back north.
It'll probably be
my last mission, Mary.
Hard to believe, isn't it?
Hard to believe.
I hope I'm not intruding, captain.
But I've watched you come
out here to your family...
...and so I brought you this.
I appreciate this very much.
It's cyclamen. It's a Greek word.
It means rabbit's ears.
My wife called them flaming arrows.
She was fond of gardening.
I'm sorry I was such a fool
this morning.
You made a fool of two lieutenants.
That's never against regulations.
- Then I'm forgiven?
- Forgiven!
Good night, captain.
Good night, miss.
Thank you.
She's a nice girl, Mary.
Reminds me of you.
Time, sir.
Well, old comrade,
the last patrol, eh?
Yeah. The last of many.
- Five more.
- Three.
- Five more!
- Three!
Can't you count?
I mean three more weeks
before I retire, sir.
Well, days, weeks,
what's the difference?
- Sorry.
Don't apologize.
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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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