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Get your guns and fall back!

Indians coming!

What's the matter, sonny?

You look a mite bit peaked.

A bunch of Sioux coming!

Ain't you traveling

in the wrong direction?

I've gotta warn the men

at the main camp.

I'm just about

to make this connection.

Maybe it'd be quicker

if you warned them by telegraph.

That is, unless you're anxious

to get outta here.

Pull over, Partner.

Get up!

Get up!

You handle the key and I'll

make the connection for you.

Come on. Hurry up.

Don't you worry, sonny. I ain't

gonna let them Indians get you.

Swing your wagons so we can get

behind them if we have to.

We'll make our stand here.

-Mr. Creighton!

-You gone crazy?

Indians are raiding

the head of the line.

Indians! They're raiding

the head of the line.

No. You stay here, Pat. I'll go.

They're on their way!

-Put it away. You won't need it.

-I'm not so sure.

I am, and until Mr. Creighton

gets here, I'm boss.

Take it easy.

They'll stop.

How.

How.

-Whiskey?

-No Whiskey for Indian brother.

-You give whiskey.

-No got.

Me look.

Let'em alone.

Why, you drunken heathen.

If I had my way, I'd blast

their dirty heads off.

Steady.

-Hey, put that down.

-Stay where you are. I'll get it.

Good!

Can't have.

Me keep. Good medicine.

No keep!

Stop! I can handle him.

Yippee! There they come!

I ought to take you apart.

I suppose that's the thanks I get

for trying to help you.

Whenever I need your help,

I'll ask for it.

If you ever get my help again...

you'll have to get down

on your knees and beg for it.

Indians are raiding

the main camp!

-Thanks, Charlie.

-You're welcome, Doc.

I think you're gonna lose

this patient.

Not if I'm as good doctor

as you are with that hatchet.

I wouldn't mind so much if he was

only an Indian, but he ain't.

What?

No Indian ever looked like that.

I've got to keep this fellow alive.

Mr. Creighton'll want

to ask him a few questions.

Doctor.

I got to have medical attention

and I gotta have it quick.

-Are you shot, Herman?

-No, I ain't.

What's the matter with you?

This is private,

and it's gotta be kept private.

Well, our white Indian

didn't make it, Mr. Creighton.

Did he say anything

before he died?

He called me a few bad names

while I was sewing him up.

Have him buried immediately.

I don't want the men to know

for the time being.

He's being slapped

with a spade right now.

-What do you think of this, Shaw?

-I don't know.

-You got any ideas?

-No.

You said those Indians that you met

today were drunk, didn't you?

Yeah.

A white man disguised as an Indian

participated in the raid.

That means white men have got

the real Indians drunk...

and talked them

into attacking us.

They ain't all Yankee out here,

you know.

Apparently not.

You sure those Indians that got away

with our beef were Indians?

They looked like Indians to me.

All right, that's all, boys.

Now go on about your jobs

as if nothing had happened.

Shaw, you're taking over

Grogan's job as foreman.

I don't have to tell you

what a responsibility it is.

Thanks, Mr. Creighton,

but I can't take that job.

I haven't had the experience.

You've had more experience

than any man in the outfit.

I want to, only...

You're not going to let me down

at a time like this, are you, Shaw?

Somebody has got to take charge of

things and pick out some new horses.

I can do that. There ought to be

sixty or seventy head in Sage.

Then you'll take the job?

If that's the way you

want it, Mr. Creighton.

That's the way I want it.

We'll go into town tomorrow.

We'll buy up whatever we can.

-All right. Good night.

-Good night.

May I talk to you

for a minute, Sir?

Of course.

I don't like to butt in, I think

we're making a grave mistake.

-Yes?

-I know you have great faith in Shaw.

You've just made him foreman

and no doubt he deserved the post.

Come to the point, Blake.

Well, it seems to me if we ever

want to get this wire strung...

we'll have to act differently

than we have, up to now.

What do you mean?

You know I'm not looking

for a fight or trouble, but...

look what happened to our cattle.

Look what happened today.

I suppose Shaw

knows his business...

but he let those Indians

manhandle us...

you'd think he was encouraging

them to strike at us again.

However I guess there's a lot about

the West I never will understand.

Good night.

Good night.

Well, I don't think we'll have

to go any farther.

Come on.

Howdy, Vance.

Howdy, Jack.

You're Ed Creighton

of Western Union, ain't you?

That's right.

My name's Jack Slade.

-Nice bunch of horses, ain't they?

-Very nice.

You wouldn't be in the market,

would you?

I might. How much

do you want for them?

Five thousand dollars

and help yourself.

Our camp was raided yesterday by

Indians. They got most of our stock.

Then these ought to be

just the thing for you.

They ought to, they're ours.

I said they're ours.

They were stolen from us.

Now look here, Creighton...

you wouldn't accuse me

of being a horse thief, would you?

No. I'll wait till I've heard

your explanation.

I got these horses from

a bunch of Indians.

-They didn't say where they got them.

-You didn't ask.

No, I didn't. And in this country

when you call a man a horse thief...

you better have some proof.

I bought these horses in good faith.

I aim to sell them the same way.

I guess I'd better see

the law about this.

You'll have to go back

to Omaha if you do.

-It don't run beyond there.

-I'll make some of my own.

That wouldn't look so good,

would it?

Western Union stringing up white men

for what a bunch of Indians did.

You've got all the

answers, haven't you?

Shaw there might be able

to give you a few more.

He knows this country inside out.

What he says makes sense, Mr.

Creighton. At least it does out here.

All right, I'm going to give you

that five thousand dollars...

because I've got a lot of work to do

and no time for fighting.

I'm paying on the assumption

that 5,000 dollars will buy you off.

If you bother Western Union again,

the next payment will be in lead.

Is that clear?

-Now listen, Creighton...

-Make out a bill of sale.

I'll meet you at the saloon

in fifteen minutes.

You two seem to know

one another pretty well.

Yeah, we do.

-Old friends?

-More or less.

We were both raised

in the same corner of Missouri.

-What'll you have?

-The bill of sale.

There it is.

All right. Here's a draft

on the Bank of Omaha...

for five thousand dollars.

You can cash this by

telegraph if you want.

Oh, no. I trust you.

I suppose you deal in cattle, too.

Well, I ain't lately,

but if you're in the market...

Just a question.

Well, Mr. Creighton, you're a right

good man to do business with.

But only once.

Five thousand dollars!

Did all right by that outfit.

Yeah, and I ain't said goodbye

to Mr. Ed Creighton yet.

-No?

-No.

But, first of all, I want to take a drink

to the Confederate States of America.

If there was no Confederates,

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