The Revengers Page #6

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You mean to tell me that bunch of

redskins got you holed up here?

Hell, we can eat them for breakfast.

Well, the main bunch is

over in them hills...

with some Comancheros

that's running this.

Climb down, boys.

My men'll take your horses.

You in command?

No, we got a lieutenant,

but he took an arrow in the gut.

Do you have a prisoner

here named Tarp?

I hope to tell you.

Right over there by the settler's

shack in a tool shed for safekeeping.

He's what the Comancheros want.

Big medicine to them.

But the lieutenant, he don't aim to

give them that ugly son of a b*tch.

What's your strength?

Well, we lost 10 men.

We got 30 on the line.

How many Indians out there?

- I figure about a hundred.

Wouldn't be so bad if we

had those four-pounders...

but we run out of powder.

Be great if we could hold

them off till tomorrow.

One of the boys swum the river...

and headed for Fort Angelo

on the Mexican side.

There's Mexican cavalry there

that'll come help us out.

You may not need the Mexican cavalry.

What do you think you're gonna do?

l'm going to give them Tarp.

That's against the

Lieutenant's orders.

l'm not in the Army.

Get the Lieutenant.

Open the doors.

Sir? Open the door.

If you open that door, l'll fire.

That man in the shed

is not to be set free.

Well, I wasn't exactly

going to turn him loose.

I was going to kill him,

put him on a horse...

and send him out to the Comanche.

That would end your siege.

That would make the Injuns madder.

No, it wouldn't. They've got

to have a reason to attack.

And the reason is in this shed.

That right, Lieutenant?

The man in that shed is a prisoner.

And you're not going to kill him.

Stand away from the door!

Bullshit. Open that door!

I order you, sir,

away from that door.

I think we can open the door now,

seor.

These soldiers don't wish to

fight over that son of a b*tch.

Sutler, open your window and

give these civilians a drink.

That boy's a good officer.

But, Mr. Benedict, we came for Tarp.

- I know.

For me, l'd as soon you shot that

'chero bastard in the tool shed.

But the Lieutenant is a

West Point Academy officer.

So I guess he knows what he's doing.

Mr. Benedict,

I think maybe you are a little crazy.

I can understand your thinking that,

Mr. Quiberon.

What are we going to do now?

Considering the fact

that we're trapped...

I guess we'd better stay

here with these soldiers.

Now, what the hell for?

Come on,

let's just get on our horses...

swim across that damn old Rio,

skedaddle down into Mexico.

You just skedaddle anywhere you want,

Mr. Hoop.

And that goes for the rest of you,

but l'm staying here.

Mr. Benedict, you and me,

we are the same.

We never run from a fight.

Indians!

The Comancheros are sending them

redskins to test them cannons.

I figured they would sooner or later.

Get up front.

Look alive around them cannon.

Look like you're about ready to fire.

Well, they creamed it, all right.

They'll try to swarm us before dark.

We ran out of powder yesterday and

all we got is blasting sticks...

the Army gave us to keep

the river channel open.

Blasting sticks? Dynamite? Right.

How much you got?

Plenty. Well, get me some.

Wilson, bring one of them sticks.

On the double.

You crazy, mister?

Friction will blow that stuff.

Hey. Mr. Benedict.

Watch what you're doing.

Chamaco,

take this and put it out there.

Now, shoot it.

But don't miss by two inches.

Now bring all you got.

Mister, in this goddamned Army...

I can't draw nothing without proper

orders from the commanding officer.

You have them. Yes, sir!

And listen, bring me white cloth.

Surgical bandages, anything you've got.

Right. Simpson. Now! Banks!

Your name, sir?

Benedict.

Then, Mr. Benedict...

as long as it's clear to you that

l'm in command of this garrison...

we welcome your assistance.

What are you going to do

with the blasting sticks?

Provide a surprise, now that we

have your permission, Lieutenant.

They're making medicine

for the attack, Lieutenant.

When do you think it'll come?

Soon as they get worked up to it.

I hope we can get all these

things planted before then.

Any signs of them Indians yet?

- No.

But I think I hear something.

All set, Alex?

Put on your hat, will you?

Good.

You about ready? Perfect.

Men in position, targets assigned.

Two men to the target

just to make sure.

Good, Sergeant.

Mr. Benedict?

With your help,

I think we can make a good stand.

You all right, Lieutenant?

Fine, sir.

That's an awful lot of Comanches,

greaser.

l'm going to get on

my horse and haul ass.

Stay with me, amigo.

I would be lonesome without you.

We wouldn't want anything

like that to happen, would we?

Crater, Anthony, Thomas,

fill these trenches.

They're shooting a clearing

through the dynamite.

Get them, Job!

Taken care of, Mr. Benedict.

Lieutenant!

Look out, Mr. Benedict, look out!

Mr. Benedict.

Mr. Benedict.

That's him. That's Tarp.

That's him. Shoot him.

Go on, shoot him.

God damn it, cut him down!

Come on, Mr. Benedict...

blow that good eye out of

that ugly goddamn head!

Shoot him!

Shoot him, Mr. Benedict.

You going to let him live,

Mr. Benedict?

That don't make no sense.

I told you he was crazy.

I told you that all along.

Shut up.

You have lived to kill this man.

And we have lived with you for this.

Why? Why, seor?

Because he's got squiggly

worms in his head, that's why.

l've had worms in my heart, Mr. Hoop.

That's been my trouble.

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