The Stalking Moon

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What tribe are you with?

Where are they from?

Where are you from?

- Could be up from Mexico.

- Where are the rest of their men?

Odds are about a day's ride ahead,

looking for food and a place to hide.

I'd put one of them on a horse,

and have him tell the tribe...

...they'll have to come to San Carlos

if they wanna see these people again.

- Sergeant Rudabaugh, I wanna move out.

Yes, sir.

You heard the man.

Thompson, bring those horses up here.

Collins, get these people lined up.

Men together, women and children together.

Let's move it.

- Foothills by sundown, sergeant.

- Yes, sir.

Mister.

For the love of God.

Who are you?

What's your name?

Do you have a name?

Nick. Nick, come on up here.

Get her name. Some kind of name.

You can talk to me.

Do you speak English?

What is your name?

Sarah.

McPARTLAND:

Sarah, that's fine. Your name is Sarah.

- Carver.

McPARTLAND:
Sarah Carver.

When were you captured?

Long...

...time.

McPARTLAND:

Were there any survivors?

All dead.

It's over now.

Do you understand?

It's all over now. Come along.

Buck, bring that horse up here. Hurry.

Let's go. Come along.

- Carver party.

Outside Lemmington.

About 10 years ago.

They found a man, a woman

and three young boys.

I wonder what she went through

all those years.

All right, everybody, move out.

You sure picked a hell of a way

to end 15 years with the Army.

- I don't mind getting out alive.

- Ha-ha.

Ho!

McPARTLAND:

Sergeant Rudabaugh, you take over.

Forward.

- Apaches?

- Yeah.

- How many?

- Just one.

But there were three men.

They were all armed.

One set of tracks and a buffalo rifle.

Salvaje.

Mm.

I thought he was in Mexico.

He was here.

Not more than a few hours ago.

Last I heard of Salvaje,

he was clear down to Window Rock.

What the hell is he doing here?

He took on 10 troopers down there,

killed four of them...

...and not a one of them

got a look at him.

Let's bury those people and get moving.

McPARTLAND:

Sergeant Rudabaugh, form a buriaI detaiI.

Collins, Foster, buriaI detaiI.

What the hell is going on?

What's happening?

Salvaje, that's what. Move.

Hello, Collie.

Look after him.

I'm pulling out in the morning.

Open up. Clear the way.

We must go now.

I must go.

My dear woman,

just be thankfuI you're alive.

We cannot stay here.

Of course she'll go.

She's not staying here.

- You won't be staying here.

She wants to go now.

Today?

Yes. Please.

I can't give you an escort today.

Sam.

And if I could, where would you go?

Do you have a place to go?

Where do you come from?

Columbus.

Would you still have people there?

Yes.

Well, either way,

there's no sense in going today.

You and your boy should rest now,

get some food in you.

You're wasting your time.

What do you mean, wasting my time?

She insisted upon seeing you

because she wants to leave...

...not because she wants to be fed.

We've been all through that.

Well, she's not leaving.

I'm sorry, I can't give you an escort

out of here for another five days.

If I could,

I'd have you on your way right now.

The only person who'll be leaving here

is Mr. Varner, in the morning.

And if I can,

I'll keep Mr. Varner from leaving too.

Now, you go on back to your tent.

We'll give you an escort to Silverton

by the end of the week.

You can contact government agencies.

They'll take good care of you.

Toomey, escort this lady and the boy

back to the tent.

Yes, sir.

God only knows what's going on

in that poor woman's mind.

Going.

Where is she gonna go?

You're not gonna know how to live

out there any more than that woman will.

Well, what the hell

is so important out there anyway?

After 15 years.

One more year, that's all I ask.

- That's all you asked last year.

- That's all I'll ask next year.

- I'm short of good men. I need you, Sam.

- You've got Nick.

No. Nick's a breed.

- He's good.

- He's a breed, Sam.

If he wants to move on, he'll move on.

He's here because you took him in.

If he cares about anything,

it's not about this Army.

Not this year, major.

I got a place to go to...

...and I'm going.

Thank you for the whiskey.

A place to go to.

Thought you was leaving.

Sunrise. You seen Nick?

- Not here. Buy you a whiskey?

- Oh, no, thanks.

Your breed ain't too happy

about you leaving, you know?

Well, he'll get used to it.

It's time he was on his own.

Ante up.

Two bucks.

DeaI.

I'll try to win you a little money.

- I figure I'll buy you cow for your farm.

- Ranch.

Yeah, ranch.

There goes your cow.

Come on. I'll buy you a drink.

Come on.

I got a drink.

Maybe someday I show up,

you teach me grow onions, huh?

You wanna grow onions,

you know where to find me.

You teach me everything so good, huh?

I do it again, I gotta draw blood, huh?

It'd be a big waste of 10 years,

wouldn't it?

Mister.

Yes, ma'am?

You're going to Silverton?

No, ma'am, I'm not going to Silverton.

You can take us.

- I'm not going to Silverton, ma'am.

- The major said.

Oh, well, he said

I was leaving in the morning...

...but I'm not going to Silverton.

We have to go.

Well, you'll get an escort

to Silverton in five days.

Too late.

Well, I'm sorry, ma'am.

Please.

I'm going to New Mexico.

I don't go by way of Silverton.

The Army will take good care of you.

You don't have to be afraid anymore.

Good night, ma'am.

Please.

Please.

Tell the major that the lady and her boy

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