 as Captain Lee Quince, especially transcribed tales of the dark and tragic ground of the wild frontier, the saga of fighting men who rode the rim of empire, and the dramatic story of Lee Quince, Captain of Cavalry. You're good to see you, Captain. You look kind of funny, though. What do you mean? I'm clothes, Mufti. I ain't used to you out of uniform. I'll be back in uniform at midnight tonight, Sergeant. We'll stay in town till then. And you can buy me a drink. Me, but I thought you was going to get rich in St. Louis. Did I say that? Well, you talked about nothing else before your leaf come through. Just proved you shouldn't believe everything you hear, Sergeant. Yes, sir. I'll try to remember that. See that you do. And to really fool you, I may go back to St. Louis. Quit the army? A man can make money there, Sergeant. I don't mean gambling. I mean honestly. In an honest business, buying things, selling them. Well, sir, the army sure no place for a man who wants to get rich. I'll say that. The army's no place for a man who wants to do any living at all. You're either turning black with a boredom of garrison, or you're riding hellbent into nowhere. It's sure enough true, Captain. Well, come on, let's get our drink. How's B Company, Sergeant? Company's fine, sir. Major Daggett's going to be mighty glad to see you back at Fort Laramie. He isn't going to see me till midnight. He'll be waiting up. Send me into town to tell you. Yes, sir. Well, what? A rapper hose. They've been raiding for horses. Massacred a whole family over in the basin about 10 days ago. You mean they jumped the reservation? Not the whole tribe, just a few of them, I guess. Mr. Cybert's took B Company out last week, but he didn't have any luck. Why not? I don't know, Captain. I wasn't with him. What? I've been on sick list till two days ago. Sick list? You? Yes, sir. Pac Mule kicked me in the belly. Oh, well, a little whiskey will cure that, Sergeant. Well, here we are. Mr. Cybert's is feeling mighty bad about it. Your belly? Like I said, it's good to have your back, Captain. Bottle of rye and two glasses. What's his trouble? Eight soldiers, I guess. Like a lot of people. Since Richmond. Yeah, too much war, maybe. I guess everybody like to forget it now. You all like to forget it. There's a war still going on. You're right, sir. What do they think stands between them and all the hostiles out there waiting to hack them to pieces? Who does all their dirty work for them? It isn't like people to be grateful for any favors, Sergeant. No, sir, I guess not. And I think of the troops aching for home while they sweat and freeze and spill their blood all over the frontier for 50 cents a day. It makes me mad. Tell me about St. Louis, Captain. Is your liquor, gentlemen? Hey, you, hold it. You know them, Sergeant? No, sir. What's your trouble, mister? My name ain't mister. It's Rudeo. I ain't talking to you. I'm talking to the soldier. I'm with the soldier. You stay out of this. You know what's good for you. You tell him, Boylan. What do you want from me? I never saw you before. Yeah. You won't want to see us again after we're through with you. What's this all about? We don't like soldiers drinking where we drink, mister. They like to teach them a lesson now and then. Don't we, Boylan? Yeah, we'll do it, too. Now, just get up, mister. What's the matter with you coming in here with a soldier? Gonna drink with him, too. Rudeo, I just guessed that he ain't no better than those soldiers himself. Just scum floating with scum. That's what I call it. Well? OK, Sergeant Gorse. Yes, sir. You can have more than there. Thank you, sir. Move out. I'll buy you that drink now, Captain Quince. You can buy the first one, Sergeant. Yes, sir. Half an hour late, Captain Quince. I was on the post at midnight, Major. I wanted to get back in the uniform before reporting. I'm glad of that, anyway. I kind of figured you would be. You still think I'm two army, don't you, Lee? We've known each other a long time, Major. Since Vicksburg, with Grant. I remember a night in Chattanooga. You weren't very army. I've forgotten the girl's name, of course. Captain Quince, I trust Sergeant Gorse told you about the Arapaho trouble. You know, they're out raiding for horses. They've slaughtered a family over in the basin. It's got to be stopped. Settlers are beginning to wonder what the Second Cavalry's doing at Fort Laramie. If this goes on, there won't be any settlers. Hard enough homesteading this country without a man waiting for him and his family to be massacred by renegade Indians. I'll take a patrol out in a few days, have a look around. You'll take Bee Company out tomorrow morning. May I make a suggestion, Major Daggett? If it's in order. Lieutenant Cybert took Bee Company out and found nothing. Sure, he's green, but a few Arapaho can hide easy from a whole troop of cavalry beating its way through this country. Give me 12 men. I'll scout those Indians, get them set up. Then I'll come back for the company. No. No, it's too slow. There isn't time. Better let me try it, sir. I said no, Captain. You haven't got very far your way, Major. You have your orders. Yes, sir. Oh, Captain. Yes, sir. I heard you and Sergeant Gorse were in a brawl earlier this evening in town. Conduct unbecoming an officer. You should learn to control your temper, Captain. I wonder what family the Arapaho's are putting the knife to tonight, Major Daggett. I should never start this sort of thing with you. Take your patrol. Yes, sir. Any further orders? May have Sergeant Gorse and Lieutenant Cybert's, but no other officers or non-commissioned officers. Right. Bash them in through the main gates of the post half hour before revelry. Any questions? No, sir. Then move out. There's a cabin just over this rise, Captain Quentz. Must be new, Mr. Cybert's. Yes, sir. It is. A man in his family, he's raising horses. A man's a fool. There's just as good land a day's ride from the fort. You're right, sir. Am I, Mr. Cybert's? Of course, sir. One of the men likes it out here, away from people. That make him a fool? No, sir. Then I'm wrong. I'm afraid I don't understand, sir. You agree too easily, Mr. Cybert's. Better learn to think for yourself. Yes, sir. Now, where is your cabin? Well, you'll see it in a minute, sir. There it. No. Look, it's been burned. So is the Rappahos again, Captain? Yes, Captain. Look down there, Sergeant. While the patrol out of scouts, Sergeant, 1,000 yards between men. If there's any Indians around, I want to know it. The men will watch us at the cabin for arm signals. Right, sir. Then join Mr. Cybert's and me down there. Move out. Yes, sir. Follow me, Mr. Cybert's. Looks like they slaughtered every one of them. Is this the whole family, Mr. Cybert's? That's all of them, sir. Thank God for that. Every one of them scout, even the boy. At least they went tortured. No, sir. Tell me. Tell me, Mr. Cybert's, was the other family like this? Well, yes, sir. I see. Made quite a mess, didn't he? Take a good look, Sergeant. How many horses did this man have, Mr. Cybert's? About 10, as I remember, sir. Well, Sergeant? Funny thing. What is? Well, Captain, I don't know how them a rapper hose could have surprised him so fast. What makes you think they did? How many arrows around? The man had had a chance to put up any fight at all. There'd be a lot of arrows. Is that all? Yes, sir. You sure? Well, yes, sir. Sergeant Gorse, I excuse Mr. Cybert's, because of his lack of experience. But you, you're a disgrace to the cavalry. Or to clean your sleeve and send you back to stable detail. Yes, sir. Don't stand there, Gab, and use your eyes. I'm looking. Look harder. There are no tracks. No tracks? Somebody dragged him out with a blanket. Somebody? Why do you say somebody, Sergeant? I don't know, sir. There's something wrong here. Look, how old is that boy, Sergeant? 12, 13. Old enough to be a brave in a couple of years if he was an Indian? Yes, sir. Don't a wrapper hose usually keep a boy that age and try to make a warrior out of him? They always do. No, wait. Them tracks, they wouldn't hide their tracks. No, they wouldn't. Captain. Yeah, I know why you got so mad. I'm pretty mad myself. Took you long enough. Mr. Cybert's. Yes, sir? A man wearing moccasins doesn't care about his tracks. He's got nothing to hide. Wasn't a wrapper hose did this? Wasn't Indians at all? It was white men. Whose place is this, Captain? Jake Steele and his wife. Their daughter lives with them. Shouldn't their daughter live with them, sir? Ollie's 19, going on 20. She had some schooling back east. You mean she should be married now? This country needs women, Mr. Cybert's. But it doesn't need single women. Yes, sir. Patrol! Mr. Cybert's. Yes, sir? This mountain unsaddle. Dry the horses. Turn them into the corral yonder. Cash the saddles over in that brush so they can be seen. All other equipment the men will keep. Yes, sir. Two men will stand by for escort duty. Move out. Yes, sir. It's Captain Quince, Miss Steele. Captain, what are you and your troopers doing out here? I'll tell you if you ask me in. Oh, well, come in. Where's your family? Well, they rode over to the Abbott Place. That's a long ride. They're spending the night. They'll be back tomorrow. Why? Is there trouble? Oh, not for you, Holly. And what are you doing here? I came to borrow your ranch. What? I need it for a few days, maybe a week. No, Captain. You and your folks can stay with the Abbott's for a while. I'll send for you when I'm through here. You seem to have it all figured out. I have. Of course. Shall I leave right now, Captain Quince? Sooner or the better, I'm sending an escort with you. Well, that's very kind of you. I can spare a couple of troopers. Then you'll move in here. Sergeant Gorse and me. Wouldn't you like for me to stay and cook for you? No, no, no. You couldn't do that. Why? Don't you think I'm a good cook? Maybe when this is over, I'll ride back sometime. And find out. Captain Quince, just because you and I've met once or twice at Fort Laramie Dance. Just a minute, Miss Holly. You don't understand. Don't I? I should have explained. There's going to be a fight here. Fight? I'm using this place for a trap, baiting it with a bunch of horses. And when the men I'm after come for them, well, we'll be waiting. What men? Men who've been stealing horses, murdering, settler families, blaming it on their wrapahos. You mean it's white men who've been doing that? I do. Captain Quince, I'm beginning to understand that being in the cavalry, you're accustomed to ordering people around and not explaining anything. I'm sorry, Holly. I upset you. Now, if you'll wait outside while I get some things together, I'll ride up to the Abbotts with that escort you promised me. Good. Captain. Yes? I hope you have a chance someday to find out about my cooking. What I mean is good luck. Thank you, Holly. Go on, get out of here now. Well, it took me that long to do something. I'd get busted to a private. You can still get busted, Sergeant. Yes, sir. Mr. Cybertz. Right here, Captain. You'll take over the patrol, Mr. Cybertz. I want you to spot the men in a complete circle around this place half mile out. They're to dig in. And when they think they're hidden, I'm going to ride that circle. I understand, sir. Heaven help any trooper I can see. Yes, sir. They're to let those men through. But when they hear gunfire from the cabin here, they're to kill anything that tries to get back out. Any questions? No, sir. Move out. Yes, sir. Well, Sergeant, you and I are going to be sitting on the pan of this trap. Like poisoned meat, huh? Maybe before we get off. You have to do that, Sergeant. I didn't join the army to be locked up in this coop for three days. Maybe you'd rather be sitting outside with the real men, half buried, afraid to move with nothing but a canteen of water and a handful of jerky. And no smokes. And no smokes. Captain Quince, I never had it so good, sir. Then shut up. Dark out already? Good. Ain't the kind of men who'd attack even a woman in a daylight. No, I guess not. Of course you lied to me. What? No smokes. You tried to make me think you'd find it rough out there with the troopers because they can't smoke. Well? You never smoked in your life, you ape. Not with that quitter tobacco in your jaw day and night. What are you trying to give me? You need action, too, Captain. Bad as I do. Three days of this is worse than a winter in Garrison. You go to St. Louis. I'm going with you. That easy money. Shh, wait, wait. What is it? Horses. Listen. We got them, Captain. We got them. OK. Move fast, get out the back window. Count the offside of the cabin. But don't shoot till I get at least one of them inside here. Yes, sir. Good hunting, Captain. Same to you, Sergeant. Come on, open up. We want to have a little talk with you. Count, Jim, you'll have a gun. Listen, mister, we ain't going to hurt nobody. We got something to tell you, is all. Let's fix them and get out of here, Jim. We're just passing by, mister. Got some news for you. Maybe they'll make nobody home. They wouldn't leave all them horses alone, would they? I'm coming in, mister. Don't shoot now. Have your daughter light the lamp, mister. Then we can talk. You're next, mister. You OK, Sergeant? Yes, sir. We got two of them anyway. I didn't realize there were more than that. He was holding their horses. Well, the troopers will take care of them. They deserve a little action, too. They sure do. Who are they, do you know? Strangers. One inside dead? I didn't kill him. What? You took an awful chance, Captain. It'll be worth it. Maybe we can find out what they did with all the horses they've stolen. Maybe we can take them back. Yes, sir. Well, there's two families. We'll never get theirs. Hear that, Captain? Mission accomplished. No more women and kids dying hard. It's kind of good, don't it, Captain? Don't it? Sergeant? Yes, sir? Feels a whole lot better than making money in St. Louis. Fort Laramie is produced and directed by Norman MacDonald and stars Raymond Burr as Lee Quince, Captain of Cavalry, with Vic Perron as Sergeant Gorse. The script was specially written for Fort Laramie by John Meston, with sound patterns by Bill James and Ray Kemper, musical supervision by Amarigo Marino. Featured in the cast were Harry Bartell, Dan Riss, and Joyce McCluskey, with Lawrence Dobkin, Clayton Post, Paul Duboff, and James Nussar. Old Man Trouble takes it on the chin five nights a week when Bing begins to sing, which is just dandy for everybody else who's listening in. Since Old Man Trouble has no great charm to speak of, and since Bing Crosby has an ear for melody, a cheery disposition, and many other charms as well, folks naturally prefer to spend their time with Bing. For good company and easygoing songs, hear the Bing Crosby show Monday through Friday nights over most of the same stations. Detention! Another transcribed story of the Northwest Frontiers and the troopers who fought under Lee Quince, the captain of cavalry.