She Wore a Yellow Ribbon

Custer is dead.

And around the bloody guidon

of the immortal 7th Cavalry...

... lie 212 officers and men.

The Sioux and Cheyenne

are on the warpath.

By military telegraph,

news of the Custer massacre...

... is flashed across the long,

lonely miles to the Southwest.

By stagecoach to the 100 settlements

and the 1000 farms...

... standing under threat

of an Indian uprising.

Pony Ezpress riders know that

one more such defeat as Custer's...

... and it'd be a hundred years before

a wagon train crossed the plains.

And from the Canadian border

to the Rio Bravo, 10,000 Indians...

... Kiowa, Comanche, Arapaho,

Sioux and Apache...

... under Sitting Bull, Crazy Horse,

Gall and Crow King...

... are uniting in a common war

against the United States Cavalry.

Come on!

That's old Major Cheadle,

the paymaster!

Yeah. Looks like we ain't going

to get paid for another three months.

Wherever the flag rises

over some lonely Army post...

... there may be one man...

... fated to wield

the sword of destiny.

- Good morning, sir. 5:42, sir.

- 5:
41!

And a lovely day it is, sir.

Colder than blazes.

Mrs. Jameson's had her baby.

The stagecoach to Sudro's Wells

has been discontinued.

A dispatch rider arrived

from the Paradise River Patrol.

Private MaclKenzie got hisself shot.

Boy or a girl?

A little trooper, sir.

When does the coach stop running?

It's finished. Stopped.

No more coach.

- MaclKenzie? Is he dead?

- Yes, sir.

Good man, MaclKenzie.

Made corporal, five or six years.

You got breath like a hot mince pie!

You know I took the pledge

after Chapultepec...

And Bull Run

and Gettysburg and Shiloh.

And Saint Patrick's Day

and Fourth of July.

- Captain...

- Beats me where you hide the stuff.

Six more days.

Six more days and I retire.

- The Army will never be the same.

- It's always the same.

The sun and moon change.

The Army knows no seasons.

We're in our prime and they're turning

us out! It's an abuse of taxes!

The only tax you've paid

is whiskey tax. Ready?

Ready, sir!

Morning, gentlemen.

Good morning, sir.

Well, carry on.

Good morning, Mrs. Brown.

Hold up!

Mr. Cohill...

...inspection.

That's Tyree and

the Paradise River Patrol.

Yeah.

- Report, sergeant.

- Gunshot wound. Dead when I found him.

- Where?

- Near Red Butte, sir.

Horses were about to give in, sir.

Money box is gone, sir.

Cheadle?

What do you make

of the wound, doctor?

I'll need an hour, major.

Fetch him to the hospital.

Not IKiowa.

No, not Comanche nor Arapahos either,

with those color bands.

Sir?

All right, put in

your two cents' worth.

Arrows with yellow, white and red are

the sign of the Southern Cheyenne.

I've seen Bannocks and Snakes

use the same.

That's very true. But look

at the clan mark on this arrow.

It's the sign of the dog.

That came from the bow of

a Southern Cheyenne Dog Soldier.

What would they be doing

this far south?

That ain't my department, sir.

- Alert the post, sergeant.

- Yes, sir.

- Get some rest, Tyree.

- Thank you, sir.

Just a moment, Mr. Pennell,

if you please!

Lieutenant, the post is closed.

Sorry, Miss Dandridge.

Sorry, indeed! Mr. Cohill, haven't

you anything better to do...

...than make yourself obnoxious?

If you have complaints

about my orders...

...submit them

to Major Allshard in writing.

- Duplicate or triplicate?

- Don't be a spoilsport.

That's what he is.

I wouldn't trust you to take me out

so you're hazing Pennell.

- Drive.

- Do that and I'll arrest you!

- You wouldn't!

- Someone arresting you?

Lieutenant Cohill. He's decided

he can order me around...

- I was following orders...

- You're at attention. Please proceed.

I don't want to make a scene.

I'm sure he's a fine officer.

I know his father and his sister.

But he's decided Pennell hasn't

rank enough to be seen in my company.

- Sir, if I could just...

- You're at attention.

Do you wish to further

amplify your complaint?

Complaint? Captain Brittles,

I'm not complaining.

I love Fort Starke and

adore the entire cavalry.

- Our pleasure, ma'am.

- Yes, indeed.

Mr. Cohill, wipe that grin

off your face.

You have the floor.

I have denied Mr. Pennell

permission to leave the post.

For what purpose did you wish

to leave the post, Mr. Pennell?

Picnicking, sir.

Picnicking?

Picnicking, Miss Dandridge?

Where, in St. Louis?

The waterfall. I'm sorry...

Never apologize.

It's a sign of weakness.

Mr. Cohill, I see no reason why

Mr. Pennell should not go picnicking.

Very good, sir.

Thank you, captain.

But he was right in denying

you permission to leave...

...under the present emergency.

So may I escort you

to your quarters?

You may proceed with

your picnic, Mr. Pennell.

- You may pass Lt. Pennell, sergeant.

- Pass Lt. Pennell!

Pass Lt. Pennell!

Where are you holding your picnic?

At Delmonico's in New York in

two months with Olivia on my arm!

And I won't be wearing

any blue suit either, bub!

Here's the last report

on Custer's outfit:

"Two hundred twelve dead

on the Little Big Horn.

Headquarters expects

hard and bloody winter.

Sitting Bull preaching holy war.

Take all necessary precautions."

Here's the list.

I expect you knew most of them.

"George Armstrong Custer...

...Tom Custer...

...Boston Custer...

...Calhoun...

...Cook...

...Crittendon...

...Harrington...

...lKeogh."

Miles IKeogh.

Well, Mary...

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