She Wore a Yellow Ribbon Page #4

have finger bowls.

Terribly funny, Mr. Cohill.

Greens and milk. Oh, the Army!

I planted 24 gardens in

the first 10 years of our marriage.

We never stayed long enough

to see a single bloom.

May I ride back? I'd rather

share the dust with Mr. Pennell.

Haven't you thrown enough dust

in his eyes?

Mr. Cohill, relieve Mr. Pennell

with the rear guard.

- Are you enjoying your walk out?

- Oh, yes. Yes, I am.

- Can you make them out?

- They look like Arapahos.

They're moving the whole village,

wagons, lodges and all.

Yeah.

I don't know where

you got your brains...

...but God must have given you

that pair of eyes. They're Arapahos.

Heading the same way we are.

Why would they be moving on

Sudro's Wells? Answer me that.

My mother didn't raise any sons to

be making guesses before a captain.

Well, I'd soon find out if...

We can't risk it with those women.

- Officer's call.

- Yes, sir.

Are those hostile Indians?

Will you fight them?

- Rejoin the column.

- Captain!

Get back in line

and keep your interval.

- I don't like it, Mr. Cohill.

- Arapahos, sir?

We're turning east.

Give them a wide berth.

- Approach Sudro's Wells from Twin Forks.

- We'll lose time.

- The ladies may miss the stage.

- You'd rather they miss their scalps?

Take the column, Mr. Cohill.

- I'm sorry, sir. I didn't...

- Shut up!

You're relieved. I'm taking over

the rear guard.

Glad you're going.

He hasn't spoken to me in three hours.

"The ladies may miss the stage."

He won't talk to you in three days.

- It'll be his last chance to.

- So you're still gonna resign.

- Through channels.

- I'll tear it up.

Every lieutenant has three resignations

in his first tour of duty.

You forget, I don't have

to depend on cavalry pay.

That's right, I had forgotten

your silver spoon.

- But I'll bet Miss Dandridge hasn't.

- How'd you like to pull your blouse?

I'll hold your coat,

Lieutenant Pennell.

Take your hooks out of Ross.

He'll make a fine officer.

- You're not his guardian or mine.

- I'm telling you anyway.

He's a spoiled kid.

The Army's his only chance...

...so if you can't take the Army,

leave him alone!

Buffalo!

- Buffalo, Mr. Cohill.

- Yes, sir.

The first time the herd's been this

far north since the summer of '68.

- You never saw a buffalo, Mr. Pennell?

- No, sir.

Before your time.

Sergeant Quincannon,

escort the ladies forward, please.

- Aunt Abby, that's really buffalo!

- Yes, it's buffalo.

That's a lot of buffalo.

It reminds me of the old days.

When whiskey was 50 cents a gallon.

- I'd love a taste of buffalo meat.

- Me too. Ain't never had it.

Beans is safer, you mark my word.

There'll be Injuns around

that herd thicker than flies.

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