Rocky Mountain Page #2

How are the others?

The driver's all right,

but the other two are dead.

Were they kin of yours?

No, they were strangers.

Somebody let you travel

through this country alone?

I was coming out to get married.

My fianc is stationed out here.

- Stationed?

- He's a lieutenant in the Army.

Union?

Of course.

Uh... Was he expecting you?

Yes. I wrote him at Fort Churchill.

He'll be worried

when the stage doesn't arrive.

Is there some way

you can let him know I'm safe?

We won't have to. He'll probably come

right out here looking for you.

I haven't thanked you yet

for saving my life.

I'm Johanna Carter.

And I'm very grateful.

Thank you, ma'am.

I'm Lafe Barstow. We'll try to make you

as comfortable as possible.

If you'd minded me, captain, you wouldn't

have no Yankee girl to worry about.

Would you leave her to the Indians?

Depends on whether I wanted to be a hero

or get a job done.

- How's the arm?

- Just a scratch.

They must have been Yankee Indians,

the way they shoot.

Lafe.

This man has

a very interesting suggestion.

I was telling these fellers here...

...that if somebody would helped me

fix that busted wheel...

...that me and my passenger

could be on our way tonight.

That is, unless you fellers

are going on into Fort Churchill too.

It'll be sundown in about an hour.

You don't want to be traveling at night.

The way these Indians are,

nighttime's the only time I dares to travel.

Best thing for us would be

to bust out of here as soon as it got dark.

Might be a couple

of big fat drawbacks to that.

I kind of thought so.

When you fellers came over

that ridge down there...

...seems to me

like I sort of heard that yell before.

Johnny Rebs, ain't you?

How you know we ain't Yankees?

Oh, shut up.

I don't know what you're doing

in Yankee territory...

...but naturally I know you be in a fix

if you get caught.

Speaks plain, don't he?

Personally,

I ain't got no stake in this war.

I'd be glad to disremember

I ever seen you boys.

Guess I must have

beat off them Indians single-handed.

Nice work.

What about that Yankee girl

you got with you?

I think she'd be glad to forget

that she was...

That doesn't make any difference.

I can't let you go.

Wouldn't be considered

prying into your personal affairs...

...if I was to ask you

how long you figure on holding us here?

Oh, not long.

I hope.

Captain Barstow.

There's seven riders up here

in the northwest...

...about 15 miles.

Can't see them,

they dropped behind a ridge.

But they was headed this way.

Fifteen miles, eh?

Well, they won't be here tonight.

If they wanna, they can.

You think it's Cole Smith?

It had better be.

So that's how they act

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