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to ride along with us...

...I figure we can get there

without you soldier boys.

I have my orders, sir.

And I always obey orders.

Did you all hear what

the Lieutenant said?

Yes, we heard.

Well me and Buck are taking

this coach through...

...passengers or not. Now whoever

wants to get out, can get out.

Courage, courage, Reverend.

Ladies first.

How 'bout you, Dallas?

What are they trying to do?

Scare somebody?

They got me in here, now let them

try to put me out.

There are worse things than Apaches.

If you'll take my advice, ma'am...

...you won't take this trip.

My husband is with his troops

in Dry Fork.

If he's in danger,

I want to be with him.

You see, brother, I have a wife

and five children...

Then you're a man. By all the powers

that be, Reverend, you're a man.

- All right, folks.

- Marshall!

Make room for one more.

I'm offering my protection

to this lady.

I can shoot fairly straight

if there's need for it.

That's been proved

too many times, Hatfield.

All right, get in. We're late.

- May I trouble you to move over, sir?

- Oh yes, yes of course.

Close the door.

Oh Curley, we...

Get going, Buck!

Bessie, Barney, Belle!

Farewell, ladies!

Sweetheart, come on now, girl!

- Room for another passenger?

- Sure is, Mr. Gatewood.

- Going to Lordsburg?

- Yes, I just got a telegram.

Had to stop to pack this bag...

If there's anything I don't like

it's driving a stagecoach...

...through Apache country.

Funny catching Gatewood

outside of town that way.

I just took this job ten years ago

so I could make enough money...

...to marry my Mexican girl, Julietta...

...and I been workin' hard at it

ever since.

- At marriage?

- Why certainly.

My wife's got more relatives

than anyone you ever did see.

I bet I'm feedin'

half the state of Chihuahua.

Didn't it seem funny to you

about Gatewood?

Yeah, and then what do I get to eat

when I get home in Lordsburg?

Nothin' but frijole beans, that's all.

Nothin' but beans, beans, beans!

Excuse me, ladies.

Close quarters.

Warm today.

Your wife made it warm

for me, Gatewood.

She was chairman of

our farewell committee.

Fine looking bunch of

soldier boys back there.

Always gives me great pride

in my country...

...when I see such fine young men

in the U.S. Army.

Anybody know where they're going?

Brother, aren't you aware

of what's happened?

Happened? I don't follow you, Reverend.

I'm not a clergyman, I'm a...

My friend's a whisky drummer.

We're all going to be scalped, Gatewood.

Massacred in one fell swoop.

That's why the soldiers are with us.

He's joking, of course.

Oh no, he's not. Oh dear no.

I wish he were.

It's that old Apache butcher...

...Geronimo.

Nice name for a butcher.

He's jumped the reservation.

He's on the war path.

Geronimo? Why weren't the passengers

notified? Why wasn't I told?

We were told, Gatewood.

Weren't you told...

...when you got that message

from Lordsburg?

Oh yes. Yes, of course.

I forgot.

Now, doggone it, they're bringing up

her grandfather...

...all the way from Mexico

to live with us.

I can't figure out how

he got that message.

- Who, her grandfather?

- No, Gatewood.

He said he got a message.

The telegraph line ain't workin'.

Hold it!

Hey look, it's Ringo!

- Hello, Kid.

- Hello, Curley.

Hi ya, Buck. How's your folks?

Oh, just fine Ringo...

...except my grandfather came up...

- Shut up!

Didn't expect to see you ridin' shotgun

on this run, Marshall.

- Goin' to Lordsburg?

- I figured you'd be there by this time.

No.

Lame horse.

Well, it looks like you've

got another passenger.

I'll take the Winchester.

You may need me and

this Winchester, Curley.

I saw a ranch house burnin' last night.

You don't understand, Kid.

You're under arrest.

- Everything all right, Marshall?

- Everything's all right, Lieutenant.

Hope I ain't crowdin' you folks none.

The more the merrier.

Ain't Ringo a fine boy?

I think so.

You're just smarter than a trade rat.

You knew all the time

that he was going to Lordsburg.

Reckon what he meant,

he saw ranch houses burnin'?

Apaches.

So you're the notorious Ringo Kid.

My friends just call me Ringo.

Nickname I had as a kid.

Right name's Henry.

Seems to me I knew your family, Henry.

Didn't I fix your arm when you were...

oh, bucked off a horse?

- Are you Doc Boone?

- I certainly am.

Let's see. I just been honorably

discharged from the Union Army...

...after the War of the Rebellion.

You mean the war for

the Southern Confederacy, sir.

I mean nothing of the kind, sir.

That was my kid brother, broke his arm.

You did a good job, Doc.

Even if you was drunk.

Thank you, son.

Professional compliments

are always pleasing.

What happened to that boy,

whose arm I fixed?

He was murdered.

Put out that cigar!

You're annoying this lady.

Excuse me, madam.

Being so partial to the weed myself,

I sometimes forget that...

...it disagrees with others.

A gentleman doesn't smoke

in the presence of a lady.

Three weeks ago I took a bullet out of

a man who was shot by a gentleman.

The bullet was in his back!

- Do you mean to insinuate...

- Sit down, Mister.

The Doc don't mean no harm.

Be careful of old Bessie

up there, now.

If it isn't my old friend

Sergeant Billy Pickett!

- How are you, Billy?

- He's fine, Doctor!

Mighty glad to see you!

Great heavens above!

We didn't figure on no stagecoach

coming through.

With them Apaches raisin' Cain.

- I was just tellin' Billy to hitch up...

- Now wait a minute!

Do you mean to say that there are

no troops at this station?

Ain't no soldiers here,

but what you see.

But my husband, Captain Mallory,

I was told he was here.

Well deary, got orders to drive

the soldiers to Apache Wells.

- Well that means we gotta go back.

- I can't go back!

Now look here, driver, you started

this coach for Lordsburg...

...and it's your duty to get there!

And it's your duty, young man,

to come along with us!

It's my duty, Mr. Gatewood,

to obey orders. I'm sorry, sir.

If the soldiers go back, Lieutenant,

that means we all have to go back?

My orders are to return

from here immediately.

And I can't disobey those orders.

I think we can get through

all right, Curley.

Oh, now don't egg him on, Kid.

I'm drivin' this here outfit, and...

...well, if the soldiers go back,

so am I.

I call this a desertion of duty!

I'll report you to

your superior officer!

And if necessary,

I'll take the matter up at Washington.

That's your privilege, sir.

But if you give us any trouble here...

...l'll have to put you under restraint.

Now don't lose your temper.

Don't lose your temper.

I'll tell you how we'll settle it.

We'll take a vote. Inside, everybody.

- Come on, Buck.

- Oh, Curley, I don't want to go.

Now you girls set yourselves down,

and I'll get you something to eat.

Now folks, if we push on, we can be

in Apache Wells by sundown.

The soldiers there will give us

an escort as far as the ferry.

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