 At the gallop! Leramy, starring Raymond Burr as Captain Lee Quince. Specially 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. There's a certain amount of spirit in you, Phiney. I can't say it's anything I warm to, but spirit it is. And there's a certain amount of spirit in you, too, Maryweather. You've been draining them bottle to mine, right, regular, seems to me. Fortification, Phiney, and, uh, defense. You talk like you already joined up. Ah, the gift of the creative mind. I see myself riding forward with the troops. Dodging an arrow here, a bullet there, guidance flying, death defying. Have you ever been on a horse, Maryweather? You dare ask that of the man who played Richard III for 314 stirring performance? Not to say memorable. Just how many bottles in my snake potion have you inhaled? A horse! A horse! It's a remarkable elixir, Phiney. You'd notice a new depth and resonance to my tone. A horse! A customer of mine down in Colorado got a brand new voice and drink in my mixture. Used to beller like a calf, folks said. Took six bottles to turn the trick, but today they call him whisper-n-ruggle. You're trying to alarm me. He cured his calluses, too. Adam, clean off. Yep. Ah, cruel fortune. Did you see that, Phiney? The bottle slipped through my careless fingers. I seen you pitch it out. I don't think you're brave enough for the army, Maryweather. Whoa, posing. Whoa, girl. That's the way. Now, you're decided, are you? Imposing sight, young fortress. Once we cross that bridge, end of them gates, we're down to cases, Maryweather. You ain't decided on army life. You better climb down off in this wagon right now. Country above heart, Phiney. The fire of the Patriot burns bright within me. Drive on. I long to rejoin my old regimen. Too long for a belly full of food just like me. To the colors, Phiney. Drive on. Get up, posey girl. At the gallop pole. If you can write, fill out the forms there. If you can't write but you can talk, tell me, I'll fill them out. If you can't write or talk, we don't need you. About my uniform, Colonel. Who said that? Quite clearly and distinctly, I believe. You? What's your name, mister? Granville Maryweather. You some kind of funny man, mister? I dare say I'm not without humor. Not to the point of buffoonry, mind you. Stand up, mister. Very well. You want to make that yes, Sergeant? Why? Yes, Sergeant, I believe I do. Now, what's your name? Granville Maryweather. Your real name, mister? I suppose I must. I'm waiting. It's, uh, Botkin, Sergeant. Arnie Botkin. Arnie Botkin? Sets me up. Arnie Botkin. Why, there ain't no such a name. Arnie Botkin. You another funny man, mister. Well, I ain't near as funny as he is. I'd done a little sleight of hand in my time, if no Granville Maryweather out of a Army Botkin, Army Botkin, there's no such a name. Must I be subjected to this ridicule, I say, sir? Is this the reward of a patriot? You two together? Alas, we are, but only in these last dark days. Well, it comes from me having a hard goal, Sergeant. I let him join my act, you might say, seeing he was down on his arnie botkin. Your distortion, pure distortion, allow me, sir, your ear. Now, wait. Just you wait, or I'll allow you to recite more in my ear. Now, I tell you, we get ourselves some strange ones in this Army, but I swear you two come right close to the limit. You ain't saying we can't get in, sir? The man has his rights, sir, and precious among them is the right to heed his country's called arms, stand to the colors, man, against all enemies, foreign and domestic. Are you gonna stop, mister? Well, I... I must say, I... Yes, yes, yes. All right. I will do this one at a time. You. What's your name? Feeney. Where are you from? You got a home. It's right outside the door, Sergeant. Posey and me, we got this little wagon rig, and wherever we light it, sundown that's home. Posey, you married? Indeed, oh, indeed. And may I say, sir, no couple will ever more ideally shoot in... Oh, all right. Big pardons. Big pardons, Sergeant. Posey's my horse. I used to work the riverboats, Mississippi, anywhere from St. Louis to New Orleans, dancing, singing, minstrel work. Since the war, I got itchy feet to come west. The last four years, I've been over the most of it too. Put down your actor. Oh, I must protest. In the name of the spoken word, the ancient art, call him what he is, but do not degrade my honored profession. I run a little medicine show, Sergeant. Oh, I got pots and pans and calico, but mostly I entertain folks into buying a little tonic I put together. If you must put a trade behind his name, he inscribed the words low comedy, but in deference to the Druze in the name of Edwin Booth and Morris Barrymore, yay, and Granville... Are you spoiling for the guardhouse, mister? If best to serve my country more, then yes, shackle me. Cut from me my tongue. I'm toying with that idea. Captain Quincer. Sergeant. Any idea whose rig that is outside? A horse and wagon, Captain. It is. Is something wrong, are they? Your horse is alien. Better see to it. Oh, she ain't at. Not for too long, she ain't. Corporal of the guard will give you a hand. Show you where to move that rig. Now go on. I sure will. Allow me to introduce myself. Go help your friend. Oh, I dare say he's equal to the task while I, on the other hand... Hey, Sergeant. What is that all about, boys? I ain't that something. They're answering the call to the colors, Captain. They're what? Well, you could put it another way, I guess. They're starving to death. How many new men out there, Captain? B company? Twenty. Pretty sorry sight. Must have hit the bottom of the barrel. A long time ago, Major. After that, we scraped it. What you see out there is after scraping. They can't mount? It was a sergeant time, Major. I've seen enough, Captain. We've got plans to lay out. Yes, sir. What have we got out there, Lee? Pretty good cross-section of what's coming into the army these days, Major. It's still a question. What's that? Dregs, failures, fugitives. Men running from the law. From women. From work. Men running from themselves. Before they blow their brains out, they join the army. Isn't that what we've come to? They can still stop bullets and arrows. I don't expect talk like that from you, Captain. It's straight talk. I don't see that. Talk about it inside. Sit down, Captain. Thank you, sir. Men who can stop bullets and arrows. Since when did you start feeling that way about the army? I'm in the army. That's how I feel about it. I didn't get here by accident, Major. I meant to. That's all the army is. How men feel about it. It's good or bad on that feeling. These new men. I didn't see any sergeant Gorses among them. Gorses is a 30-year man. He's like me. Doesn't know any better. Or any worse. Now what does that mean? Any worse? It means we didn't try anything else and fail. Some of your new army out in that parade ground joined up out of Plain Hunger. Their feeling for the army is they're closed to wear and they're caught to sleep on. Maybe the army's at fault. If this is all we can attract, we must be to blame. 50 cents a day and all the jerky you can eat? Sure, the army's at fault. But the kind of trooper you want isn't up for a price. That feeling I was talking about. Well, it's... it's not something you can buy. I hope it's something we can cultivate. We're gonna need it soon. Here. Pete Hazen's report on the Wind River area. Shoshone? Yeah, and the Sioux. Hazen says Crazy Horse let a few dog soldiers into the Shoshone encampment about a week ago. It's all in the report. But they're powowing about something. You haven't had a patrol over there since early last fall. They had a bad winter, didn't they? Snows? Worse than years. Now they've melded. Those ranged peaks will be a lot more accessible. We shouldn't have any trouble with good scouting. And Pete's the best there is. We'll have to do without him. He's been sent up to Montana Country. Won't be back for at least a month. You read his report and study the Wind River range maps. We may have to move before the month's out. I hope they learned to mount by then. Have to do the best we can, Captain. Against dog soldiers, Major. We'll have to do better than we can. That route's no good for us. Come in. Are you busy, Captain? Yeah, I am, Mr. Sabbaths. Still with the maps, huh? Still with them. Oh, what's that? More reports in Wind River? Oh, uh, no, sir. It's something I thought you'd want to see, though. Winter garden, booth, benefit for the Shakespeare statue fund Friday evening November 25th, 1864. Julius Caesar. I was there, Captain. You were? Yes, sir. That's the playbill. I see it is. I've never forgotten it. It was here before I went to West Point. But I had enough sense to know that I was experiencing one of the rare moments in the theater. You see there? Junius Booth played Cassius. That one was Brutus. And John Wilkes Booth was Mark Antony. Yes, sir. Of course, that was before he... Well, it's very interesting, Mr. Cybert. But you don't know why I wanted to show it to you yet. Look who played Casca. Casca, Mr. Granville Merriweather. Well? Well? Well, he's here, Captain. He's joined the army. As a matter of fact, he's in B Company. He's been in B Company nearly three weeks now. Yes, sir. I know, except that I didn't realize he was THE Granville Merriweather. And a while ago, I got to looking through a bunch of old playbills and I ran across his. Well, he's played nearly all of Shakespeare, Captain. He still can't mount a horse, Mr. Cybert. I know, and I don't understand it. On the stage, he moves with the greatest ease and grace, for instance, in duels on the stage, of course. I've seen him show real agility. Mr. Cybert's... Oh, you said you were busy, didn't you? I said I was. I wonder, Captain, maybe if I work with Mr. Merriweather on his horsemanship. You make a trooper out of him, you're due for a medal. Oh. Tell him to make out he's learning for a part. That might be the best approach. Tell you the truth, I'd like to meet him and talk to him anyway. Uh, you talk to him. Ask him if he ever played the part of Kit Carson. Kit Carson, Captain? Yeah. We could use a good guide. Easy now, Posey Girl, just stretch your legs good. You ain't up to more. Showing me a little, huh? Well, it's not that I ain't pleased, Posey Girl, but you got any idea what happened to me if they found me out here this time of night? As a matter of fact, they found you around here at all, laden. You work good. You come along now, I'll blanket you. There's oats and water waiting. I need you taking cold, girl. You need this blanket of sight more than I do. There you go now. Get to your eating. I'll stand watch on you. You just don't learn much, do you, Feeny? Do what? Oh, it's you, Sergeant. I swear I'm just no hand to see at night. You seem good enough to lead Posey around the corral, let her straight oats and water. You see good at night, Feeny. Much obliged, you're saying so, Sergeant, but I... You don't hear real good, though, night or day. Well, now, there's where I have my real trouble, Sergeant, hearing, oh, I sure hope I didn't miss nothing important. You miss tattoo again, Feeny. That's going on two weeks running. You miss tattoo. Well, now, that's bad. I know it is. You missed hearing me tell you to get rid of Posey. You missed all them warnings about stealing oats and buying stalled space from the stable detail with that tonic of yours. Do you think it's whack, Sergeant? All clogged up there in my ears. Do you think that's the cause? I just think one thing about it, Feeny. I think it's all behind you. You do? One thing, we're moving out in a day or so. Now, if you're out on patrol, I just don't see you stealing back here every night, tanning to Posey. That puts a crimp in it, all right. Another thing, between now and then, at times liable to be more occupied. You might even say confining. Do what? You're going to be in the guard house still, then, Feeny. You're going to wash up merry weather? I'm a saintly man, Feeny. And cleanliness is only next to godliness. And I've been next to you. You've been two days in that, McClellan. A little of this sweet water won't hurt you none. Sweet water. Your ignorance is boundless as always, Feeny. Oh, now, ain't you smart? This is sweet water, every single drop of it. Sweet water, ever. That's his name. What's in a name? Oh, but indeed, what's in a name? Ah! Cut right between the two ranges, the sweet water does the granite mountains to the north and down that way the green mountains. You traveled with Lewis and Clark, I presume. Well, I've been during your every place there was. Me and Posey, we sold our little conic all over. I say, Feeny, the elixir. You brought a few tankards with you, surely? Oh, it's all gone, merry weather. What you didn't swill down, what I didn't use to buy stall space while that sergeant just plain took prisoner. But the formula, you can make more. Formula? You use the right base, you can add what you will. It's no matter. Yes, sir, merry weather, we put some riding in the last couple days. We can't be more in a day from the Wind River range. The right base? The corn liquor when I can get it. Now, to get to Wind River, they must figure on cutting up to Beaver Creek, following it to the Little Popo Agi and then to the basin from there, at least that's what I'd do. Yes, yes, now, but suppose I can't lay my hands on the quantity of corn liquor as you call it. As everyone calls it, that's its name. But that being the case, learn a lesson, merry weather. Any fruit will ferment left alone. Brilliant, Feeny, brilliant observation. I'll remember that. You go far enough up through that basin, you can see cow elk and their young feeding on choke cherries. And right alongside, there's that to be black bears drinking from the stream. Yes, sir, and where it's swampy, like it's not, there'll be moose grazing. You know what you're talking about, Feeny? Captain, sir? Yes, sir, Captain? You got a uniform, Feeny? Yes, sir, I sure have. It's right over there, sir. Put it on. Yes, sir. Glad you spoke out that way, Captain. The man might chill. Merry weather. Right here, sir. Report to Sergeant Gorse. Tell him I said you were to stand pick a duty tonight. Yes, sir. The rest of this duty, all I want to hear out of you is yes, sir. Yes, sir. Move out. You'll draw extra guard duty when we get back to Fort Laramie, Feeny. A man assigned to tether horses isn't supposed to take a bath first. You know this country? Or were you just out jawing merry weather? Oh, I know it, sir, from the basin clean up to the ice fields. Travel it by horse, did you? Part-time. Part-time leading, Posey. The going steep, you get up in the range itself. Say I want to follow Wind River to where it joins Green River, and then I... Yeah, beg pardon, Captain. Well? You can't do that, what you said. Wind River, don't join Green River, no worse. All right. You know the Shoshone? I traded with him. Fair. When it struck me, too. You don't like him? Well, they're people. Some is rotten and some suits me fine. I traded fair with him that suits me. You joined the army to get back at the rotten ones, huh? No, sir, that ain't why. Why then? I joined the army so as I could eat regular. I got some maps and scout reports in my tent, Feeny. You've got a job of reading ahead tonight. Well, I ain't the best reader in the world, Captain. Then I'll read them to you. Nothing says an army scout's got to know how to read. You going by map or instinct, Captain? By map, instinct and Feeny. If he's right, we cut 40 miles off our old course. It's a hard pull on the horses. Well, Posey made it under full pack. You sure sold on Feeny, ain't you, Captain? Gotta be. He's as near to a scout I got. We got a rendezvous point with him? Yeah, over this ridge. There's forage there and water. And that's by map, instinct and Feeny. Yes, sir. How does it look to you, Sergeant? Like Feeny knows his business, Captain. Now let's go down. There's a horse. He ought to captain over by the stream. Yeah, I see it. Feeny. I kind of hoped I'd last till you showed up, Captain. How bad is it, Feeny? I'm full of hold and dripping. Ain't nothing you can do except... Listen, while I got the breath... I'm listening. It's a big camp, Captain. Must be a thousand Shoshone. Half of them warriors. Azen's reports had crazy horse and dog soldiers. And more moving in from the north all the time. I saw a lot of Sioux. If you need all the army you got, then some. Blouse, Captain. Yeah, I'll get it. It's a map. For best I could grow them. They're in a box canyon. You can get them good if they stay put. Thank you, Feeny. Feeny, you better stick around. We need you real bad. Can't oblige it, Captain. I'd like to, but I... You want something, Feeny? Yes. My weather. Maryweather, Feeny. You stay too, Captain. He'll need a witness. I'm willing him something. You always get in trouble alone, Feeny. Without me, you bungle everything. You want to come along, Maryweather? I'm dying. Comics don't die, Feeny. They don't know how. No true sense of tragedy. You get posy, Maryweather. Treat her good now. I won't. Feeny, he can't answer you now, Trooper. What kind of an exit line was that? You see, I told you, even on a curtain speech... Rain, this isn't my best performance, Captain. Maybe it is, Maryweather. Maybe because you're not play acting. Next week, another transcribed story of the Northwest Frontier. And the troopers who fought under Lee Quince, Captain of Cavalry. 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