War Arrow Page #4

I... I'm in love with you.

I know.

I wish you hadn't.

The other night,

that was one thing.

I'm sorry for it. This is

different. No, it's worse.

I don't understand. It's really very simple.

I'm not in love with you.

You haven't given yourself

time to think about it.

I don't have to think about it.

I know. I don't believe that.

You and your supreme ego, Major.

Can't you stand being rejected?

As much as you can stand being a

woman. Don't worry. I'm a woman.

I'm beginning to wonder.

I'm genuinely impressed,

Major,

but I'm afraid

nothing's changed.

You're so wrong

about that.

I'm sorry I troubled you.

They hide out somewhere in the

northeast. Raids have been in this area.

There are certain ridges and canyons

they have to take to reach this spot.

Suppose we stake this

one out. Spread out.

Thanks for volunteering

to be bait, Pino.

I must make myself as strong a

man as you so Avis will notice me.

My blood is slowin'

down to a walk.

Stop complainin'.

We're makin' a hero out of ya.

Well, I'll trade my medals for a piece

of that fire. Go up and join 'em, then.

I think I will.

All right, go on.

On second thought, I think

I'll stay right where I am.

Wait until we're sure.

The last second.

These make good graves

for later.

You better dig it

a little wider, Wilks.

Ah! Aw, you can

bury me sideways.

Luke, come here.

Get 'em ready. Tell 'em not

to mistake me for a Kiowa.

Lesson grows stronger.

Here comes

some more of 'em.

Major Brady!

I almost killed ya!

He got away!

Who got away?

I don't know,

but he wasn't an Indian.

I better get me a pair of

them eyeglasses. Oh, forget it.

Got a match?

Yeah, I think so.

This could have been picked up

by some Kiowa off Corwin's body.

I hope so. The man who

carried it was white.

Corwin's dead. He went on a scouting

trip with a corporal and a private.

I found their bodies burned and tied

to a wagon wheel. There are his papers.

Must be some other white man

fighting with the Indians.

Could be almost anyone. There

are a lot of renegades out there.

But your job is the Indians.

I know my job, Colonel.

I guess this belongs to Mrs.

Corwin. I'll see that she gets it.

Uh, Brady.

It's difficult to prove that your men

killed as many raiders as you claim.

But let's assume you're

truthful. Congratulations.

Where did you find it?

I won it. First prize

in a free-for-all.

The man who carried it

was white.

Was he tall

and dark-haired?

I didn't get

a good look at him, but...

I'd say that's a pretty fair

description of almost anyone.

Do you think he's alive?

It's only a feeling,

woman's intuition.

I was hoping

that he had died.

He went on that scouting

expedition to desert.

He wanted me to go with

him. Meade found his body.

Burned. Who could say

it was him?

I saw his papers.

Meade showed them to me.

The whole idea's

pretty far-fetched.

Roger was

a very farfetched man.

He cultivated the friendship

of some influential Mexicans...

that didn't like

the Guadalupe Treaty,

that lost them

their lands in Texas.

They offered him a small fortune

to start the Indians fighting again.

To get Mexico

back in the war?

I don't know.

I- I think so.

Why didn't you

turn him in?

I didn't think

that he was serious.

It would have been a very

difficult thing to prove.

Then when I heard he was dead, there

didn't seem to be any point to it.

Quite a man you married.

Sure, I married him.

I was in love with him.

But you can't hate him

any more than I do now.

Yet you insist

on remaining tied to him.

You lock the gate on your emotions,

refuse to fall in love again,

all because you're living in wedlock with

a ghost. Apparently more than a ghost.

That's all he is. A body

was identified by Col. Meade.

That sets you free legally

in any court.

There are other things

besides legal freedom.

I've the feeling that he's

still alive. And now this.

This saber doesn't prove

anything. It could've been found!

It doesn't prove

that he's dead either.

Luke, you, uh... You didn't like

Capt. Corwin very much, did you?

I took more kindly to scorpions.

Why?

Never did warm to these

galvanized Yankees,

but Corwin was the sourest

pickle in the barrel.

Fought for the Confederacy,

huh? He never stopped fightin'.

He joined us

Just to get even.

I never saw one man could

hate a Yankee so hard.

Enough to stand by and see a lot of 'em

slaughtered? He wouldn't be standin' by.

He'd be helpin' out.

Good evening, Major.

Good evening, Captain.

These dances sure break up

the monotony on the post.

You should try

chasing Kiowas for that.

Those savages know we're having

a dance in here? Probably.

If I were commanding this post,

they'd show respect for rank.

I think they've earned

their celebration...

much more than your rank has

earned you any respect, Captain.

Made from the cloth

you gave me.

No. I never gave you any

cloth as beautiful as that.

I was going to wait here until

you came out, so you would see it.

Did you wear it especially

for the celebration?

I did not make this dress for an

Indian celebration. I'm not a savage.

Did I do as I said I would? Hmm?

Did I make myself a better

woman for you to look at...

than the woman

who cried on your shoulder?

Avis, I doubt that

anywhere in the world...

there's a woman better

to look at than you.

Thank you.

Take everything you need. You

won't see a quartermaster for weeks.

That's as good as gettin' two

weeks away from your mother-in-law.

Brady.

I... I just wanted

to wish you luck.

That'd mean bringing your husband

back, if it is your husband.

I know.

If it's me personally

you're wishing luck,

it'd mean

bringing him back dead.

Yes.

You don't give a man a very

comfortable choice, do you?

I'm being honest for the

first time in my life.

It isn't easy for me

either.

But I'm the one who has

to make the decision.

Boy, I never thought I'd end up

one of them female 'personators.

Ha-ha!

He don't seem to mind!

Hey, he's prettier

than me!

Here they come!

Boy, are they gonna

get a surprise.

Take their rifles

and let 'em go.

Keep that one here.

I wanna talk to him.

Speak English?

Know any Kiowa words,

Maygro?

I can speak with him. Ask him if

there's a white man riding with 'em.

He just say, 'Kill me. '

Ask him again.

All right, let him go.

Major, he understand

only torture.

I don't.

I said let him go.

He say kill him.

He thinks

we shoot him in back.

Give him an escort. Tell him

we'll keep after his people...

until they stop

fighting.

Yes, sir. A Kiowa a clay

keeps me rollin' in pay.

Twenty a month. That's

about 65 cents a Kiowa.

I'm gonna run a special:

two for a quarter.

We've done all right. Two raidin' parties

a day. That's pretty good huntin'.

It's just fair. It's a new

record for this territory.

Unless we find

their leaders,

it will take us the rest of our

lives to wipe out the Kiowas.

The Kiowa talked.

I don't believe in torture. He

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