Escape from Fort Bravo Page #6

Fill your wagon with supplies

and leave with whatever you haul.

- Flour sacks, sometimes laundry.

- The men will leave in your wagon.

Have the horse and supplies

at Canyon Verde.

- I don't know.

- What's the matter?

- They told me you were a good rebel.

- I am.

- I'm just thinking-

- Well, just do it.

If you have to think, think about the money

you're getting for your patriotism.

Yes, this is very nice. I'll take it.

Better be careful. You'll cut yourself.

Oh, I had a few too many last night.

- Did you get what you wanted?

- Exactly.

- Did you?

- Yeah, a wedding present.

Oh, you can't do that.

You can't give her a nightgown.

Oh, it's not for her. It's for Beecher.

Don't it occur to you that this girl

and Roper are getting kind of thick?

Yes, it does.

- You trust her pretty good, huh?

- Mm-hm.

Pretty good.

Only it still cuts you a little, huh?

A little.

Not enough to bleed.

What makes you so sure of yourself?

You.

What makes you so sure about me?

The way you light a man's cigar.

You've been after me

from the first moment we met, Carla.

And I liked the way you did it.

Open and direct and just fast enough.

Well, I had that coming.

I've seen the view.

You can take me back now.

I've thought about you a lot.

I've thought of you fighting.

I've thought of you not fighting at all.

And have declared the same

by giving and receiving a ring...

...and by joining hands...

...I pronounce

that they are man and wife.

Amen.

How long is this thing gonna last?

Getting nervous, boy?

Roper's probably enjoying it.

Didn't she look lovely?

Beautiful.

The women always look beautiful

when they get married.

And the men always look scared.

They both get over it.

Everything's all set.

The only extra sentry's posted

on the far gate of the parade ground.

You go down and wait for Watson's wagon.

Don't worry about Roper.

Remember now.

Behind the mess hall,

through the blacksmith shop.

I know, I know.

Watson will be there?

He says he will.

Goodbye.

Now that the wedding's over,

I suppose you'll be leaving soon.

Yes.

Well, a fort's no place

for a woman, anyway, I guess.

Will you miss me?

Yes, I'll miss you.

Oh, for a week or a month maybe.

For the rest of my life.

I haven't stopped thinking about you

from the first moment I saw you.

It's been the same with you.

You have a way of hitting

with the truth that can really hurt.

I don't mean to hurt.

It's just that I have no other way

of telling you I love you, except...

I love you.

Oh, yes. I will miss you

for the rest of my life.

Come on. I'll walk you home.

Where's Watson?

He's in the shack

getting a pass or something.

All right. Climb in.

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