She Wore a Yellow Ribbon Page #5

What's your thinking?

Don't say it ain't your department.

Captain, I ain't getting paid

for thinking.

I read it this way. If I was a

young hot-blood like Red Shirt...

...anxious to show off

for them Cheyenne Dog Soldiers...

...l'd be down at them

council fires tonight telling...

...that I made the medicine

that brought back the buffalo.

I'd tell them about the Great Spirit.

How us Injuns should stick together...

...quit quarreling...

...and join our Cheyenne brothers

that whipped General Custer...

...and drove out

the rest of them Yankees.

Yeah, that's what I'd tell them.

Of course, I'm just guessing,

you understand, captain.

Of course, I'm just

guessing too, sergeant.

But if I was an Indian agent,

maybe named Mr. Rynders...

...and I'd met a couple of men

who might be gunrunners...

...l'm guessing I'd be mighty close

to Red Shirt's council fire...

...ready to do a land-office business

in repeating rifles.

- Lf that's the case, why don't we...?

- Miss Dandridge and her chaperone.

IKeep it up.

That's all I ask, just keep it up!

Sergeant, make for the Paradise River.

Pick up our patrol there.

Head to Sudro's Wells.

Hold the stagecoach for the ladies.

Tell them I've been delayed!

Take the column, Mr. Cohill!

Ladies, to the rear!

Mr. Cohill!

First two sets of fours, forward!

Take the column, Mr. Cohill.

It's Quayne's patrol. It's Quayne's

patrol, men. Hold your fire!

Sound recall.

Over here!

Come this way!

Grab him! Hurry, grab him!

All right, Mike?

All right, my boy?

Commence firing, men!

Shoot over their heads!

Drive them back.

Handle him easy, men.

Corporal Quayne, sir.

Reporting with Paradise River Patrol.

Arapahos jumped us.

It was Red Shirt himself!

The black-hearted...

Shut up, McCarthy!

Quiet, I'm making this report!

Easy, Mike, easy.

They had us ringed.

At night, we got away.

Made it to the relief point,

but you weren't there, sir.

I wanted to be there, corporal.

Proceed.

They flushed us at dawn, sir,

and I got this.

A good, clear report.

It'll show on your record when

you come up for that extra stripe.

Thank you, sir.

Sound for the wagon.

Easy, fella.

Good work, McCarthy.

Good work, men!

We'll get you a little whiskey,

Quayne! You'll be all right.

Doctor! Quayne? How is he?

Cheyennes, Laddy.

Same ones that killed them Yankee

soldiers with General Custer.

Easy, boy. Let's go!

The arrowhead's right over

Quayne's heart. It's got to come out.

It's a risky operation at best.

Can you halt?

You know I can't!

For 30 minutes.

Twenty minutes, for a man's life?

I can't give you five minutes,

not if he was my son.

He's a soldier.

He'll have to take a risk.

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