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We were both on that big bay.

I was in front and you were behind

with a gun in my back.

- Your friends wanted to shoot me.

- I wasn't happy about it.

Colonel, I'd feel better

if you'd stay away from those rifles.

Neither one of us got hurt.

Tell me, what am I doin' in this rig?

Well, Colonel, you used me

and now I'm going to use you.

This time you'll be in front

and get us out of here.

If we run into any Yanks,

you'll be between us and them.

- You'll get shot first.

- I don't know where all our units are.

If you don't know,

you better guess pretty good.

I would start doing

a little thinking before we leave.

- When are we leaving?

- As soon as it's dark.

- Do you have to tie my hands?

- Captain's orders.

Colonel, I'll be riding right behind you.

I can throw this knife pretty good.

- And it makes no noise.

- I hear you.

Douse that light.

Them in the back, too.

Get ready to move out.

Captain!

- What is it, Corporal?

- Which direction is he taking us?

South. I can't see the stars,

but we should be headin' south.

You're wrong. Which side of a tree

does moss grow on?

- The north side.

- The moss is on this side.

Right now we're goin' north.

Sure. We're goin' north.

Half of Sheridan's army

is south of here.

The only way we can go is around 'em.

I don't know if I can get you through,

but it's your idea, Captain,

and you're stuck with it.

You better not be trying something,

Colonel. You might be sorry for it.

Lead on.

Hold it, Colonel.

We're getting near water

and I smell smoke.

- Take a look, Sergeant.

- Better keep an eye on the Yank.

- What do you think, Colonel?

- I can't keep track of every outfit.

Might be some of your Johnny Rebs.

- They're Yanks. A cavalry outfit.

- That'll be the 10th Ohio.

- They were 20 miles away yesterday.

- You're on track of where you are.

- I try to, Sergeant.

- Can we go by them?

- Better ask the Yank here.

- Best to go right by them, east.

Pass the word.

We're near a Yankee camp.

Keep your horses quiet.

Use your hands if you have to.

- How do I do that with mine tied?

- Cut him loose.

- You be mighty careful, Colonel.

- I will.

Go ahead. Slow.

See anything, Colonel?

Rebs on your flank. Look alive!

Get over here.

Every man for himself.

Separate and ride south.

We'll meet back by the bridge.

Don't lose that gold.

O'Brien, you and...

Don't get nervous, Sergeant.

Just drop that pistol.

Keep movin'.

Your Captain's over by that log.

- What happened to him, Colonel?

- He hit his head.

He's all right.

Wake him up.

- What's in that canteen, Sergeant?

- Corn liquor.

I could use a little of that myself.

Better be quiet.

Your Captain's in the wrong uniform,

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