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Why didn't he make his move back there? |
I don't know...Somethin' tied his hands...maybe hospitality... |
How? She's even forgot her own language! |
Debbie, you're comin' with us! Hear me? |
Go on! Get out of here while you can... |
Over there! |
They'll be back... |
We won't be here...Come on! |
'I, Ethan Edwards, being of sound mind and without any blood kin, do hereby bequeath all my property of any kind to Martin Pauley...' I don't want your property.... 'Sides, what do you mean no 'blood kin?' Debbie's your blood kin... |
Not no more. |
You can keep your will! I ain't forgettin' you was all set to shoot her yourself...What kind o' man are you, anyway. |
She's been with the bucks! She's nothin' now but a... |
What's that got to do with us? |
What's goin' on? |
Wait! We go chargin' in, they'll kill her...and you know it. |
It's what I'm countin' on. |
I know you are...Only it ain't goin' to be that way...she's alive... |
Livin' with Comanches ain't bein' alive... |
She's alive...Better she's alive and livin' with Comanches than her brains bashed out... |
I saw it...And don't try to tell me it was Aunt Martha's or Lucy's... |
You don't remember it, but I remember. That was your mother's scalp! |
Sir we charged!..Gentlemen and I hope you will quote me I cannot say too much for the courage of the men who followed me into that Cheyenne camp... |
<U>Cheyenne</U>! What Cheyenne? |
I beg your pardon? |
That camp you hit was Nawyecka Comanche...Chief Scar's bunch... |
My name's Edwards...I'm looking for my niece...she was in that camp when you attacked... |
Well...I know there were some captives recovered... |
Are you sure they didn't die of carbine shots fired by a bunch o' Yank bluebellies so scared they couldn't tell the difference between a Cheyenne and a Comanche? |
Keefer!..Put this man under arrest! |
That'll be the day... 'As we developed the village'... Next time you develop a village, hit it where the fightin' men are... You won't get any headlines for killin' squaws. |
How'd you come by this? |
You said there'd be a thousand dollar reward. |
That's what I said. |
You got it with you? |
Talk! |
A young buck fetched it in late last summer... Said it belonged to a captive chile of Chief Scar... |
Scar? Never heard of any Chief Scar. |
Me neither...But this buck claimed he was a big war chief with the Nawyecky Comanches. |
Keep talking. |
Scar's band was headin' north...to winter in at Fort Wingate...eatin' agency beef. That's what this buck said...Maybe he lied. |
And maybe you lie... |
In that case you won't find her and I won't get my thousand dollars. |
Don't forget to come back with my thousand dollars. |
Ain't yours yet. |
Ayeh...They was here... |
SURE!...They <U>WERE</U> here...Now they're out there...an' waitin' to jump us!... |
Steady, Daniel Boone! You don't want to miss...It makes them think their medicine's stronger than yours... |
Ayeh...That's jest what I tole Joe Powers...That un's gettin' kinda sassy, ain't he, Ethan? |
Leggo my arm...You look mangier 'n ever. |
Ain't been too good...No sir, not too good...Gettin' old, Ethan... |
You were born old... |
Well, the reward still stands... |
Don't want no money, Ethan...jus' a place a roof over m' head...a little grub...a bunk to sleep in... an' a rockin' chair by the fire... my own rockin' chair by a fire... |
You help me find her, you got your rockin' chair... |
Swear it, Ethan?...Given word? |
Told ya, didn't I? |
Ethan...I found a man's seen her... knows where little Debbie is! |
Come f'r my rockin' chai'...ole Mose. |
Where's Scar, Mose...SCAR? |
Mose...try to remember!...You were in Scar's camp... |
Ayeh...Made out I was crazy... Ate dirt...chewed grass...I fooled 'em, Ethan!...an' I got away... |
Scar! Where's he holed in? |
Seven Fingers...ayeh...Seven... |
Martin! Ride me as far as the well! |
Grab hold!... |
Unntmeah! |
We ain't goin'! We ain't goin' without you, Debbie...Ethan, get the horses...I'll try to keep her talkin'... |
I don't care what they've done to you...what happened... |
They have done...nothing...They are my people... |
No Debbie! That ain't what happened! They been lyin' to you... |
You lie! All white men lie...and kill... |
Debbie, think back! I'm Martin... remember? Remember how I used to let you ride my horse? Tell you stories? Don't you remember me, Debbie? |
I remember...from always...At first I prayed to you...come and get me... Take me home...You didn't come... |
I've come now... |
These are my people... Unntmeah! Go! Go! <U>Please</U>! |
Is Captain Clayton here, Reverend? |
I'm Clayton. |
Colonel Greenhill's compliments, sir. The Colonel wishes to know how soon you could put a company of Rangers in the field, fully armed and... |
Hold on, son...Who's this Colonel Greenhill you're talking about? |
Why Colonel Greenhill is Colonel Greenhill, sir...Commanding Officer, Fifth U.S. Cavalry...I'm Lieutenant Greenhill, sir. |
Oh...Now what's this your pa wants to know? |
My pa wants to know...<U>Colonel</U> <U>Greenhill</U> wants to know how soon you could put a company of your Rangers in the field, fully armed and equipped, for joint punitive action against the Comanches. |
JOINT action? |
Yes sir...We've received information about a band of Comanches under a chief named Scar... |
And what makes you think he's in this territory? |
Yesterday, one of our patrols picked up a man claims he was a prisoner with Scar till only two days ago... He talks crazy but I brought him along...Says he lives here...keeps mentioning a rocking chair. |
You tell your pa a company of Rangers all fourteen of 'em fully armed an' equipped will be in the field by daylight...headin' for the south end of the Malapai. If he can catch up with us, well an' good... |
But...but captain, we can't possibly take the field tomorrow...for your own protection... |
Sonny, yonder's a passel of murderers, complete with Texican scalps an' white girl captive...You want to protect us, you just get out of our way...Now <U>skedaddle</U>! |
What in...? |
Captain Clayton...Captain! |
Go on! Whyn't you have your bugler sound the charge while you're at it?? |
Sir? |
Never mind...Your pa know you're out here? |
Yes, sir...Troop's about ten miles back...The Colonel sent me looking for you... |
Well you found me...Good work, son...Good work. |
If there's anything I can do, sir... |
God forbid...No, son, you flog on back and tell your pa where we're at...and where he's at... |
But he knows THAT, sir...Can't I stay, sir? |
All right...But keep your eye on me, boy...I'm the hard case you're up against here not these childish savages...If you don't hear me first time I holler, you better read my mind...I don't aim to raise no two hollers on any subject at hand... |
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