 The Canadian Northwest, here the adventurous sons of the Old World, came to trade with the natives of the New, and stayed to intermarry with them. This union created a new half-breed race, the Metis. Here for two centuries, the Metis lived and prospered, a law unto themselves. Then civilization moved westward, surveyors and land speculators came, bringing with them the laws of land and property. In 1885, resentful and confused, the half-breeds rebelled. Only a handful of fearless, hard-riding men in scarlet coats, the Northwest-mounted police, stood between Canada's future and the rebellion that was kindled across the border in a little Montana schoolhouse, where two men came to speak with the half-breed schoolmaster, Louie Real. Where Louie? I've got your message, Carbo, but to return to Canada now, that's death. What's up, maybe? Not for us. Fifteen years of exile haven't changed you, Carbo. Or you, I hope. You've got to come back and lead us. The Canadian government will never... You and me and Dorak here, we're going to be the government. We're going to set up new government, Louie. The half-breed coming to back force by the Ormwood. And I've got a gun that shoots a thousand slugs a minute. A Gatling gun. Go near the border. God! Do you remember that you lead by people? You can be the saint who leads them, Louie. All I want is the whiskey business. You realize what it means? The blood will flow like water. You won't notice it much. The mounted police wear red coats. Red coats! What'd you say? Red coats coming through Redcourt, running down streets. Len, he's missed! Quite a crowd. Looks like bargain day on the dust, Jim. Bargain day for trouble. Keep your eyes open, Ronnie, and your hosts are closed. Say it, he's missed! Quite a crowd. Looks like bargain day on the dust, Jim. Bargain day for trouble. Keep your eyes open, Ronnie, and your hosts are closed. Hey, do you suppose the inspector's right and Rielle is back? The inspector is always right. An hour for twenty miles away. Look at all those men. What do you suppose they got the guns? Santa Claus. Pull up here. Ow! What's the matter? Something hit me in the face. A stone. Oh, I see. Hello, Ronnie. I got good aim, yes? Not now. Not now. Ronnie, you don't like me to speak with you, Ronnie? Listen, Louie, I'm on duty. Oh, on duty? Then I don't say a word. I wait till I see you tonight, yes? Tonight, Ronnie? That's fine. Jim, listen, I couldn't help it. I told you to forget that clout. She's poisoned. Jim, I was only... Never trust a blue-eyed squaw. Look, there's the old wolf himself. Who? Dandier Rock. Go over to the hospital and call on your sister. Stay there till I come. Don't come on a stretcher. Shop now. Go on. Hello, Dan. Hello, Jim. Welcome, everybody. Quite a crowd in town today. A few plenty friends of mine. Is Louie here yet? Louie Reilly is best friend we got. And you'd better advise him to go slow. For 15 years, we go slow. Now we go quick. We give you 24 hours. Here. On this paper, we write what we want. If your government say no, we make no government. I'm making a mistake, Dan. The law is in the northwest now, and you can't fight the whole British Empire. 50 mounted police. Only 50. Well, Canada, only 500. We got many thousands of priests. Chief Big Bear. And Proford got 10,000 warriors. The Indians won't follow Real. Then maybe they follow Jacques Corbeau. Corbeau? If you bring back that whiskey-running killer, you'll deserve what you'll get. We'll want Corbeau. We're getting Corbeau. You don't stop us. Take your hand off that bridle. Why you tell me? I'm warning you, Shorty. Get back, all of you. Shorty! Shorty! It's a boy. Shorty, the nurse called you. Shorty, do you hear me? A boy. Huh? Shorty, don't you want to see your son? A boy. How did he wait? I got son. I got tell my wife about this. Tim, come in here. I thought you were in trouble for a minute. I was. Sit down. You look busy. My sister's always busy. It's just a bandage for he-calls-legged. Who's still he-calls? Oh, oh, oh. Ronnie, pull up my sleeve, will you? I will. Thanks. April, how can you deliver a baby? Set a broken leg. It'll look lovelier than a Christmas calendar all at once. Well, you're quite a picture yourself, Sergeant Brett. You look well in a frame. We'll look better in the same frame. Let's make it a family album. Let's water the horses. We've got to get Durox's message on the wire. Right. Then you look at Ronnie even his hair stands at attention. I don't know. There's a contrary streak in the Logan breed. You just know our own mind. You don't know your own heart. I think I do. No, you don't. I've made plans for this, April. Jim, Jim, I've been transferred to Nova Scotia. Nova! That place where the codfish grow? Orders are orders in my branch of the service, too. Oh, oh, oh. Oh, silly cock. I've been counting on you staying here with me. Don't you think that... Why, I think you're splendid. The way you sit a horse and ride through a mob aching to kill you, it makes me tremble with pride. But, Jim, you're too much the born soldier to ever be anything else. Now, listen. I have a bugle for an alarm clock and the eggs would click to attention at breakfast. Marry me and see you. But you're already married to the service. You see, I want a husband who wants to sit in some of the fire with me at night and hold hands and popcorn and do and so... all the silly things that you couldn't because they'd be tantal and tender. Instead of iron and steel. Oh, April, I don't understand you. You never understand me, Jim. Until something beats you to your knees. You're lovely. You see, you never even ask me. You just make statements. Well, do you love me? Well, I might, but I don't want to. So I'm going. When do you leave? Next month. We'll see about that. What if I can't possibly act on these demands in 24 hours? But I'll swim well over there in Inspector Cabot and scald half of Canada. What in business? If the Korean Blackfeet rise, they'll be far in blood from here to Bethan Bay. Cancel all leave, Sergeant Brett. It's ready for inspection after a belly. Yes, sir. Well, what is it? A man just rode into the stockade, sir. A man from Texas. He says he must see you at once, sir. Thanks, Mr. Evening Inspector. My name's Dusty Rivers, sir. Texas Rangers. I've been sucked up here following a man we want for murder. Oh, then it tells Sergeant Brett I want him. Here's my rangers' commission. This is my appointment as United States Deputy Marshal. I've heard of your organization, of course. Thanks. We've heard of yours, too. Thank you. You've come at a rather difficult time, sir. Inspector. Sergeant Brett, this is Mr. Rivers of the Texas Rangers. Yes, sir. He's here on a police errand. See that he's fed, deleted, and off at a bath. You're right, hospitable inspector, but I want to get started on my... Sergeant Brett will take good care of you, Mr. Rivers. Gentlemen, this is Mr. Rivers of the Texas Constabulary. Texas Rangers. Seems another criminal has leaked out of the United States and he's after him. You can sleep in that collapsible man trap here, Sheriff. It's not, Sheriff. Good night, Sheriff. Revelli is at six o'clock. Re what? Revelli. Oh, you mean, Revelli. Sleep well, we'll get your man for you. Well, I was counting on getting home by the fourth of July. Ogan, come over here. I want to speak to you. Good morning, Jim. Ogan, you weren't at roll call last night. I know. Sorry. Ronnie, listen, I've warned you about that new bet, girl. My personal business is my own. It's my business to keep you from tying to a feeding little clooch. I ought to wipe your jaw, but... Don't be a fool, Ronnie. You're against that girl because she's part Indian. No. Because she's all bad. You'd lose your eyebrows if I married her, wouldn't you? What? Why not? You know who she is. The Jacques Corbeau's daughter. Corbeau... What of it? Ronnie, you're crazy if you... Sergeant Brett! Well, what is it? Trouble, sir. Miss Ogan just wrote into the stockade. We've got Constable Spettman and Grove in the wagon, sir. Grove was dead. Where did you find these men? On the Red Dairy Trail. I was on my way to a case. Tenton, can you hear me? What's happened, Tenton? Trains, sir. Carrying a gaffling gun. Gaffling gun? Somebody's running guns to do rock. Did you recognize the men? No, sir. But there was a funny, porn-looking saddle. Excuse me, Inspector. Can you describe the saddle? Did it have a big silver horn? Because I ever saw silver all over it. Silver? What that boy saw was a Mexican churro saddle. Probably written by the man on after. Jacques Corbeau. Corbeau? Sergeant Brett? Have the bugle a sound boots and saddles and form up a trail of plenty men. Yes, sir. You'd better stay at the fort, Miss Ogan. Natasha's not safe. Thank you, but there are several patients in my hospital there. The first team is working for you, Miss April. Inspector's orders. Thank you. I'll hit him up for you, Constable. Get over, boys. My name's Dusty Rivers, ma'am. Dusty Rivers is a contradiction, isn't it? Well, I expect you've never been to Texas, Miss... April Ogan. April? You wouldn't be fooling me, would you? Thanks all the moment, Sergeant. Take your place. Oh, Sergeant, which part of the town do you live in? Oh, Sergeant, to which part of the parade do I ride him? I'm sorry, but you're not going with us, Mr. Rivers. Well, I'm sorry, too, Sergeant, but I am going with him. Corbeau is wanted for murder here. He belongs to the amount of police now. He belongs to whoever catches him first. Nevertheless, you're not going with him. That's all already, Sergeant. Good. Sections, right? Are you all right? Right. Sergeant Brett, hold the patrol. Sections, hold. Miss Miss Ogan, Sergeant. Very good, sir. Captain, the old Mr. Rivers report to me at once. Sergeant Peel, dismiss the patrol! That roll is dismissed! Regine, no patrol is to leave until we're re-enforced by Colonel Audeyne. It will take them a week to reach us, sir. Corbeau will have Big Bear on the warpath before then. And the Blackfeet. The order prohibits sending out a single scout, sir. No. Then I'd like permission to proceed to Big Bear's camp alone and try to keep him loyal. Alone? A particular job, Sergeant, but permission is granted. I'll leave it once, sir. I'll leave at the same time. Where do you want to go, Mr. Rivers? Well, I figure to pick up Corbeau up in Batorque. Why do you think he's there? Well, that's Riel's capital, isn't it? That's where I'm going. Hmm. Very well. Good luck to you both. Gentlemen, I hope you keep your scouts. Dusty Rivers of the Texas Rangers is going out alone to bring back Jack Corbeau. This is a dangerous job. But Mr. Rivers of Texas doesn't mind mixing it with a little pleasure. Miss April Logan's wagon is just ready to pull out for Batorque with Mr. Rivers handling the reins. You know, I wish Batorque was a thousand-mile ride. This speaks too hard for even a twenty-mile. Lady, to me, it's just like sitting on a cloud. Who's this, Jim? Are you riding with us, Jim? No, I'm riding the other way. Too bad, Sergeant. I'll send you a postcard. Just a moment. You can't make an arrest in Canada, so I'm sending a man along with you. Mr. McDuff, Mr. Rivers. Now, Constable, I don't want anybody... Mr. Rivers, you've got somebody. And where would you like me to sit, Mr. Rivers? In front with you or in the back? Well, in the back, Mr. McDuff. Canada's a lot different than I expected. The scenery? No, and all the people. You haven't had much time to tell about us yet, have you? Well, sometimes it hits you at first sight. I mean, you can usually figure a man by... Well, by the way, he handles his horse. But with women, it's different. What did you expect the Canadian women to be like? We're like the scenery. Good to look at, but sort of frostbitten. But with you or not? I've always understood that Americans were too busy building and selling and shooting each other to waste time saying nice things to women. Or we get around to it now and then. Oh, that must be appreciated by your wife. Whose wife? Aren't you married? No, not me. There's a man who never makes the same mistake once. Do you believe that? Well, I did. To a mighty reason. Tell me, do you think a plant or something from up here would do all right in Texas? I don't know Texas. Well, even the moonlight warm and soft along the Fakish River. Oh, Mr. Rivers, have they got fast horses in Texas? Fastest in the world. I bet they cannot keep up with the men. Look, look down the road. All those people. Well, they must be coming from Batash. Refugees, I'd say. Refugees? Well, there's Mrs. Burns. Mrs. Burns? Stop the wagon. Mrs. Burns, what happened? Mrs. Logan, don't go into Batash. They've looted the trading post and driven us out of our homes. Is the rock allowing them to loo? No, it's not the rock. It's your carbo. Carbo? Oh, excuse me, lady. Get out! I've just heard Carbo promise this council the backing of Big Bear. And when Big Bear leaves the Cree on the wall path, the black feet will rise with him. Morning, folks. Who is that man? What does he want here? All right, I hear, mister. Don't mind me. You rock. Who is he? He's of himself from the United States. One talk with Canada government, so I bring him here. I'm a deputy United States Marshal, Mr. Riel. You know my name. Why, sure. Who don't? Here's my credentials. Now, we'd be happy to know if your new government means to work hand in hand with the United States. The leaders of Canada will be most happy to cooperate with the United States. Well, suppose somebody commits a crime in our country and trails up here to hide out. We'll help you in every way. Just as we hope your people will help us. Well, that's fine, because I've got a warrant here for the arrest of a man named Jack Corbeau on the charge of murder. Way in! Way in! The council is recessed. Wait here. I'll be back in just a moment. Thanks, Mr. Riel. What's the matter, Louis? Why aren't you at the council meeting? Corbeau has an American officer here. For what? For you. Well, he wants a warrant for your arrest. What shall I do? In two hours, give him your warrant. Then tell him I'm in Big Bear's camp. He can arrest me there. He wouldn't leave that camp alive. Well, you don't want him killed here, do you, Louis? In an Indian camp? Who cares? I say to you, Chief Big Bear, once you and your Kree warriors were free men, Canada belonged to you and to us. It's going to be ours again. Take the warpath with it. Fight like you used to fight. Not one of those prairie cops will be buried with his scouts. Big Bear, let me speak. Don't listen to the Red Court. Now, I warn you, the Red Court has come from far. Let him speak. Big Bear, that medal you wear around your neck is for the Queens. The great white mother who sent food in you when your people starved. You're too wise to let a liar make bad blood between us. Men said, Queen, no longer rule us. Red Colts, no more our friend. No. This is our friend. This catching gun. It takes with a thousand teeth of fire. Make gun talk. If I do it, we'll tear your lodge to rags. Squads make no law. Make gun talk. Big Bear, a hold and a tent won't change the British Empire. This man Corbeau is going to hang. I don't want to see you hang beside him. Hold up. Hang it easy, friend. I'm coming, people. Wait. Who is this man? This old Omanoteva. Hello, Chief. Sorry I can't shake hands. Your braves got me tied up a little. Rivers. Hello, Constable. Who is he? Spy. Out your men and horses. This man is no spy. He comes to take Corbeau who killed in his nation. Like Mounted Police want Corbeau because he has killed here. Are you afraid of Red Colts, Big Bear? Their blood will spill like other men's. Listen, Chief. Before you turn this Corbeau fellow over to the Mounted Police, I got an order for his arrest not only from the United States, but from his own Chief, Louis Riel. Very brave of you, Corbeau. Hitting a man with his hands tied. Get out of my way. Don't reach for your gun, Corbeau. I'm paid 72 cents a day to protect dummies like him. Thank you. We have peace. We got no war with Red Colts yet. But there is no take-away, my friend. The Red Colts will go and this man with him. Yoko Ka. Big Bear was a great Chief. His friends will be sorry for him. I'll take that medal, Big Bear. No. No? Then I'll rip it off the chain. Sorry. Keep talking to him. Sure, you can kill me and take the medal back. But its medicine will be gone. The great-wife mother gave you this to let you rule over many thousands of her subjects. You are not Chief. Unless she gives it back to you again. Of what? Here. You want to join his blood brothers and fight for real? Big Bear is a great Chief. Why, I've heard of him way down in Texas. But how do you know he's the best fighter, Big Bear? The modern police are Corbeau. A great killer of men. This fella's killed in Texas and he's killed in Canada. He must be a great gunfighter. But has Big Bear ever seen him killed? How do you know these items are true? I'll show you if they're true. Well, he offers to show you. All right? You can kill now. Who? Me. Slide my guns back into their hostages. Untie my hands. Then tell this tough killer to go to it. Money's worth. Pizza gonna be. Thanks, Chief. Now tell Corbeau to kill. Never. Go ahead, Corbeau. Go on. Tell him to shoot, Big Bear. He's been a bragging about all the folks he's gonna kill. Tell him to start on me. Okay. You're a hand of shooting men in the back. What's wrong now? I won't howl at great chief's lodge with the blood of a dog. Big Bear. This man runs yapping across the trail to save his red-coat friends. But the medicine gun will roll them all in the dirt. I have not seen this yet. Then look at it. Watch. That gun's strong-witted. Shooting holes and tents is not killing men. Big Bear, hear me. Before the sun has set three times, I'll bring you the red coats of the model police, redder with their own blood and full of holes like a fishnet. Bring me in your hands, their empty coats, before three suns have set and my graves will take the warp. Before three suns have set, Corbeau will wear iron on his hands. Corbeau will wear iron on his hands. Who is it? Who's there? Heekor. Heekor. What do you want at the hospital at this time of night? It's late. Now I-I help you. Help me? How? Red coats march for dark lake. Half three, they wait and move. They make trap for red coats with no click. Remember. With medicine gun? Yes. No, brother. Keep watch in old heaven. See this person. They-they can kill him tonight. So he don't see them. Make what you call. Umbus. Ronnie. But it's Ronnie who is in danger, Louvette. That's why I came to you. You think I like your brother too much, eh? Oh, Louvette, if you like Ronnie at all, this is your chance to help him. What do you mean, like Ronnie? I love. That's why you don't like me. You think I'm no good for him. Ronnie's on outpost at the old cabin near Beatty Basin. If you love him, Louvette, go to him. Tell him to warn the police not to march on dark lake. Where don't you go? I'm being watched. I could never get out of the posh, but you can get through. If you don't warn the police, Ronnie will hate you as long as you live. Maybe that man you love, that big sergeant, he gon' be killed, huh? Mm-hmm. That's too bad. You tell me that you love Ronnie. Well, there isn't anything in you but hate. You're a savage, Louvette. You're a vicious, cruel savage. Blood and revenge is all that you know. Not love. All right. I assure you love. What do you want, I tell Ronnie? You go? Sure I go. Tell Ronnie the half-breeds are going to ambush the column at Beatty Basin. Sure. I'd tell him. He won't forget what you're doing for. No. You won't forget. How'd you know where I was? Oh, I just hear some clothes. You know my father, he's put him out on me. He found out I got big love for you. Why didn't you tell me Jacobo was your father? Who do you care who is my father? You hate Jacobo more strong than you love, Louvette? My big, bad brain about you, I hope your father was a devil himself. But you don't never marry with me now, eh? Once this blow-off is over, I'll marry you quickly. No. That's too late. Why? My father going to kill me, because I love Redcote. We'll be married tonight, or we don't marry never. Tonight? He married a friend. I can't leave here. Why? Nothing happened here. Who are you here anyway? Orders. But you'll be back before somebody knows. Oh, Ronnie. Oh, love is so terrible, won't you? My mom's duty, they hang me, shoot me. Try to understand, won't you? I've got to stay here and watch the riverbed. Father fell a good watcher. He's there now. Maybe you better get in the riverbed with him, eh? If your neck wasn't so lovely, I'd break it. You break my heart. I don't live without you, Ronnie. Goodbye. Come here, you crazy little loon. What do you think you're going to do? I go. No, you won't. It's the sweetest poison that ever got into a man's blood. I love you. I want you. We'd be in that ocean one hour, maybe less. Ten minutes with the priest. You know where to get back here. Ronnie. I'll leave a note for Jerry. Tell him where I've gone. Oh, Ronnie, hurry. There's the cabin. That's funny. I don't see anyone around. Well, I'd say your eyesight was pretty bad, constable. If I'm not mistaken, that's a red coat over there. Where? Linging on the ground, under those trees. Edwards, give me a hand here. Yes, sir. Turn him over. Quiet. It's Jerry Cameron, sir. Jerry. With two Criaros in him. Get back to the column. Born Inspector Cabot, outpost kill. Danger of enemy on all sides. Gallop. We'd better get back with him, Mr. Rivers. Thanks, but if it's all the same to you, I'd like to stick around while you inspect that cabin. Come along, then. Was there anyone else on guard here? Ronnie Logan. Ronnie. Ronnie! Where are you? Doesn't seem to be around. Must be down in the riverbed. You'd better wait here. If I don't come back in five minutes. You won't find him there. What? Hey, he left a note for somebody. See? Jerry, I have gone to a wedding. Keep an eye on things for me, and I'll bring you a piece of cake, Ronnie. That can mean only one thing. That blue-eyed cluch has got him. Yeah, what are you doing? I'm burning this note, do you mind? That's destroying evidence. Evidence that might put a boy in front of a firing squad. If our whole column rides into a death trap, he'll deserve whatever he gets. I was thinking of his sister. You think it'll help any to make her pay for his mistakes? Somebody's paying for it right now. That's her bear. Spring the wounded in here. Dusty, Dusty, I want to see you in there. Hello. Hey, you always turn up where you can help, don't you? Help me. Let me leave Batash this morning. Dusty, what are they all saying about Ronnie? Well, they're all out of their heads. Do any of you know where Ronnie is? Please tell me. They don't know, April. Sergeant Brett, Inspector Cabot wants to see you, sir. What for trouble? Wounded? Yes, sir. He's in bad shape, sir. Very bad. I'll see him at once. Jim. I'm glad you're safe, April. But I wish you were somewhere else. Jim, I tried to get here in time. I could have saved all this if only... Jim, where's Ronnie? I don't know. Jim, is he... I'm sorry, April. I have to go to the Inspector now. Inspector Cabot, you wanted to see me, sir? Yes. Is there an assault? Not yet, sir. Got us in the Bastion. I have, sir. Have you been deserted? Yes, sir. This is over. Make it your job to get him. Bring him to the Justice. Justice? I'm about to get mine. Take him out from Brett. Yes, sir. Some fool at headquarters wants to change the uniform to green. Stand up to the Red Coast. It's a good rover. Inspector. I'm sorry, sir. You bring it to the men. Soup? If I pour any more soup down them, they'll burst. Sit down a minute, April. I can't. There's too much to do. Sit down before you fall down. Special order says you've got to stop now and have a cup of coffee. I'll get it for you. Dusty, what's happened? Tell me. Did something happen? I didn't notice anything happening. Over and over, I hear them say his name but they won't tell me anything. Not even Jim wants to talk to me. Jim's a great soldier. Where's Rami? What happened to him? What has he done? Listen, I don't know Ronnie so very well, but I know you. The first time I ever saw you, I knew you better than I'd known anyone in my life. And I know it couldn't be in your brother's blood to do anything that was cowardly. But love does funny things to people, lady. Oh, even comfortable. Is she all right? Yes, of course I'm all right. Rivers, I've got a tough job for you if you'll take it. I'm going to try to get the wounded to the river under cover of the smoke. What smoke? We'll burn the fort. It's your job to get April and the wounded down the river to meet Colonel Irvine's reinforcements. I suppose you're going to stay here and roast chestnuts? I have six other men sound enough to ride. I'm going to be there when Cor Bol throws those red coats in front of Big Bear. Well, it sounds to me like you're just delivering seven more red coats. Maybe. I'll speak to you outside. Jim, Jim, wait. You've got to tell me. You've got to. I know it. But let me tell you first that I love you. Always, I guess. But nothing under heaven can ever bring us together after... What do you mean? Ronnie isn't dead. He deserted. He could have warned a column and all those men lying dead out there might be living now if Ronnie had... But he ran away. He ran away with that half-breed girl, Cor Bol's daughter. I don't believe that Ronnie deserted. If you prove it a hundred times, I still won't believe it. I'd expect you to feel like that, April. But when this is over, and I will get him if I have to follow him over the ice cap, you'll know what that means for him. I know your duty comes before everything else, and I know it means more to you than mercy or love. We'll go on and follow your order. Kill that boy who was foolish enough to put love before everything else. And don't tell me how sorry you are. Just do your duty and kill. Kill! The battle is over, and Cor Bol has made good for Big Bear. At a council of war in the Indian camp, Cor Bol throws at Big Bear's feet the bullet-riddled coats of the mounted police. There are the red coats full of holes like a fishnet. This one belonged to that sergeant who said he'd put me in iron. Medic and guns speak like thunder. Yes. Now keep your promise, Big Bear. War! War! There's the cry of war that echoes through the camp. Seven riders appear silhouetted against the sky. Six red coats riding abreast on the sergeant in the lead. A thin red line of courage advancing to almost certain death. Little man, Lowy, if that sergeant wasn't killed, he will be now put down your gun. You cannot kill Big Bear. Big Bear, tell your wards chief to spread his blanket on the ground. Tell your men to fire. Kill the dogs. You tell me they are dead. Let us know what dead men want. A cupota. The spirits of the brave are still inside their red coats. They are sacred. Tell your men to lay them on the blanket. No. No. These enemies are in your hands. Pull them down. Kill them now. If one shot is fired, the soldiers of the queen will come like the sands of the Great Salt Sea. She lies. There are only seven. Pull them off their horses and kill them. There's no magic in their red coats. These handcuffs are for you, Corbow. Shoot them, you fools. Shoot them. I said you were iron on your hands, Corbow. Shoot them. Kill them. Too many left. Just mount. No. No. Now take the prisoner. Come on, Corbow. Big Bear. I have brought back the metal from the great white mother. Will you wear it again around your neck? Will Big Bear kneel to the queen and be the chief of his people again? Decree our brothers to the brave. Big Bear will kneel. That will be Colonel Irving's camp just around the bend of the river. I'm afraid we'd never see that camp. You're going to see it and get some rest. I'm leaving. Corbow, go on hunting. Jim has Corbow by now or Corbow has Jim. I wasn't thinking of Corbow. You mean Ronnie? Well, I'd like to have a pow-wow with that little wolf girl he's been running around with. Ronnie's dead. I know that. He wouldn't run away. If he were to blame, he'd come back and face it. Sure he would. But maybe he can't come back. Maybe he sort of lost his head and, well, I believe I could be here for you if you'd let me. Dusty, you're a grand person, but there's nothing anyone can do for you. Sure there is. Come back to Texas with me. And if Ronnie's alive, why, you'll find us there. If you want what's left of me after all this, I'll go with you. I'm a coward, Dusty. I won't run away. You're the loveliest and the gentlest lady I've ever known. But you haven't shut your eyes in 24 hours. I don't want you to say yes I don't want to think. You won't have to, in Texas. Put in the shower, Todd. You take April on down to Irvine's camp and then make me back here. Would you mind telling me what we're up to, Mr. Riddick? No, I wouldn't, if I knew myself. Where are we heading? Well, there's a little creed village up here somewhere. And I got an idea. Whoa. Hey, Todd, look over there. That cliff on the other side of the river. I see the cliff. What of it? You don't happen to see a Gatlin gun, do you? I do know. Right on the edge, too. You know, Todd, if a man could right up there and slip a rope over that gun, he could jerk it clean into the river. He could, if they didn't see him first. Well, I'll take my chances on that. Now, you head around back at the cliff and wait for me. But how will I know if you run the gun off the cliff? When that gun gets a rolling down hill, everybody for ten miles is gonna know it. Open up, Louvette. I know you're in there. Open up. What do you want? Oh, just passing by. I heard you were here and thought I had dropped in. You look for Ronnie, huh? Well, you don't find him here. He never come here. Maybe. You come to hurt him? Nothing I can say can hurt him any. It's been said already. Don't listen to him, Ronnie. Go back. Hello, Ronnie. What's been said? I want to know. Well, let you run off from your post and you're hiding out like a yellow skunk because you haven't got what it takes to go back and swallow your medicine. Does April say that? No. She figures you're dead. She knows if you could even crawl you'd get back there and face him. Don't listen. If you go back, they'll kill you. Well, she may be right, Ronnie. Listen. I tell the truth. I tell him we'll be married. I lie. And then I have half the time. Look, you see his hands. We try for days to get back. And then he know it is too late. You must believe it. I believe you, Louvette. But he's still guilty. Well, Ronnie, I got to be heading back to Bettorch. You coming? What for? I'm already buried in every grave of the men killed at Duck Lake. Well, they're bound to find you with your help. Don't tell nothing. He never tells Ronnie. Never. I'm not going to turn you in, Ronnie. But April has the right to know what she did is up to her. Why don't you let me stay dead? Because you're not a coward. Ready, Ronnie? Yes. I'm ready. He never tells. Well, back so soon. What was it you fixed so well? Where is Ronnie? Well, he's going to Bettorch. No. What's the matter with you? Let me go. You can't catch him now? Let go. You're too late, Louvette. Listen. I tell Cree, I tell him to shoot men unhorsed with white faith. What? I want to stop you. Now let's shoot Ronnie. Ronnie. Captain Gower is here to help us get what facts we can, regarding the ambush at Duck Lake. Sergeant Brett, Constable's Cameron and Logan is that correct? Yes, sir. Warning should have come from those centuries. Isn't that so? We found Constable Cameron dead, sir. Two Cree arrows in his body. And Logan had left his post? Well, Sergeant. Well, you see, sir. My brother had left his post with a half-breed girl, Louvette Corbeau. How do you know, Miss Logan? She thought I sent her myself. I sent her to warn my brother of the ambush. She'd never have known where he was if I hadn't told her. None of us are on trial, Miss Logan. We're only trying to find out what happened. I would have known that she'd lie to him. That she was in love with him and would persuade him to run away with her and save his own skin. I don't believe that. And nothing can make me believe it. Sergeant, will you post orders to all detachment to arrest Constable Logan on site for desertion in action? You can't arrest Constable Logan, sir. What's that? You can't arrest him, sir. I brought him back with me. He's dead. Ah, I'm sorry, Miss April. Put him down over here, men. Sergeant Brett, is this Constable Logan's body? Yes, sir. I don't understand. Well, this boy was captured. Take a look at his wrists where the raw hide tongs cut in. The man has been down, certainly. I don't know how he got loose, but when I saw him, he was free. Maybe he could have got back to report, but he didn't. Because there was something that he wanted more than he wanted his own life. What do you mean? Well, I mean the Gatlin gun. Now, the half-bridge had it on a bluff, but it wasn't his approach. Logan got a horse and dragged the gun off, riding like a bat out of Helena. Now, the half-bridge spotted him. Bullets were as thick as July flies, but they didn't stop him. No, sir, over he goes. Horse, gun, and man are rolling like a Texas twister over the cliff. Well, that's where I found him, and that's where you'll find the gun under the river. He never quit. He never ran away from anything because it wasn't in him to quit. Well, I was squeezed under a log so tight I was breathing on the installment plan. Shall I include that in my letter to your Texas commandant? Well, I hope you won't, because I'll be in trouble enough when I get back without Corbeau. Dusty, Dusty, you're an angel in leather. Well, I'd look funny with leather wings. I'm sorry I misjudged a brave man. We all are. Sergeant, she will deliver as soon as she's gone. Like I said, Dusty's gone. He took Corbeau with him. Fuck the Texas. Corbeau's our prisoner. They must have hit the trail early this morning. Last night, Dusty said, if he should kind of disappear, I should tell Miss April he'd be back for us. Thanks, Mac. Well, I suppose I'll have to hit the trail myself. Come on, Corbeau. We've got a long way to go yet. Where are you taking me? It's a wonderful place. You like it. Come on. I'll tie my hands and I'll ride faster. Yeah, maybe too fast. You'll do all right the way you are. Just a minute, cowboy. Going someplace, cowboy? Well, I don't look like I was going far. Come on, April. It's nobody but Dusty taking a little ride. Hello, Dusty. May we ride with you a little way? Well, yeah, yes. Fine. Well, Dusty, I didn't expect to find you alone. Alone? I'm not... I was afraid Corbeau might be with you. Oh, well... Say, Miss April, do Canadians go snow-blind in the summertime? I'm afraid we're all blind sometimes. Well, I'm not. It's talk that some fellow might try to get Corbeau away from us tonight. How's that again? We're only a hundred miles from the Montana border, you know, and no telegraph. Is that so? Dusty seems so restless. Maybe he's thinking of a man who moved in on a friend that trusted him. Sneaks in behind his back like a weasel in a handcoupe, and stole the one thing his friend valued most. No. No, no, I wasn't thinking about that. Wouldn't you say he'd owe his friend a lot for doing such a low, contemptible thing to him? Well, he'd certainly owe him an apology. Well... I apologize. You apologize? Jim's trying to tell you that he's taken something that he thought was yours. You mean... You? Yes, Dusty. If I'm free. She told me I'd be all right if something beat me to my knees but I've been brought down hard. Oh, no, I'm the one who surrendered. I wouldn't change him if I could. Well, I guess I've just had a beautiful pipe dream in the middle of a nightmare. Sure. Sure, you're free. You got what we both want, Jim, and I got what I came for, and I'll say the mounted police are the greatest outfit I ever tangled with. And the luckiest. The Texas Rangers are two-fisted fighters, and one of them is the most magnificent liar in the world. Well, we'll say goodbye. Good luck, Dusty. Thanks. Goodbye, Dusty. There'll always be a part of Texas in our hearts. Come on, sweetheart. Well? You sit around here all night? No. No? Come on, sweetheart.