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twice for exceptional gallantry...

and won the Congressional

Medal of Honor,

there just isn't enough that we can

do for him. Who told you all that?

Col. Meade, and not

without a little envy.

Oh, ah, I'm taking a room in

his house. Yes, so I heard.

And he who gossips will be out

chasing Kiowas in the morning.

They should be anyway.

Don't you go, Major.

We've lost too many

good dancers already.

I'm even more sorry

about your husband.

When did it happen?

About six months ago

on a scouting party.

He must've been

quite a man...

for his memory to have kept you

single on the frontier this long.

They've been proposing to me

by platoons lately.

Bad training.

There are times when

the individual soldier...

is much more effective

than the unit.

You're an exponent of

the one-man frontal attack.

Yes, but I believe in

cautious reconnoitering first.

Better be careful, Major. You're

revealing your position to the enemy.

Enjoy your waltz, Major?

Were we Waltzing?

It was more like

a musical fencing match.

I couldn't get past her

guard. Nobody ever does.

She's a greater threat

to this post than the Kiowas.

- Something oughta be done.

- You'll have to go to the end of the line.

Not him. He doesn't waste his

time on meaningless formalities.

Major Brady, perhaps you'd

tell our younger officers...

of your experiences

fighting the Cheyenne.

They look about as

friendly as the Cheyenne.

A later dance,

Mrs. Corwin?

The Captain's Quadrille. Write

'Elaine' on your card. Thank you.

I thought you were

above flirting.

Was I?

I hear he came from St.

Louis and Washington.

He's still

Just another soldier.

Well, tell me,

what's he doing here?

Trying to get Seminoles

to fight Kiowas.

Why, Colonel,

you're jealous of him.

Hey. I always knew you

were a brave man, Major,

but goin' in through the colonel's

back door ain't recommended,

even for heroes.

That's Capt. Corwin's

widow. Oh. I'm sorry.

I always figured that

Corwin was too ornery to die.

Them Kiowas ain't choosy

about who they kill.

You knew him?

Yeah, I knew him.

It'd take more than a few

Indians to keep me away from that.

We're ridin' in a noose. I

know. Care to pick a number?

At least five,

or they'd be afraid.

Not 10,

or they'd have cut loose.

Seven.

Lucky seven.

We'll have to fight our way out. Yeah.

Probably try to catch us

at that other rise.

Tell Wilks to keep his eyes front.

He don't even know they're up there.

He's got barroom eyes.

When we reach that rim,

we'll go into a run.

Come over it shooting.

I'll take the left. You

and Wilks take the right.

How about them fellas

tellin' us it was dangerous...

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