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- Israel.

- Lieutenant!

- James, James, James!

- Israel.

Daddy.

Please don't go yet.

It isn't right.

- Charlotte, I volunteered to serve.

I took an oath to defend this country.

- Have we not sacrificed

enough for this country?

- I am sorry. I gotta go.

- It'll all work out.

I've had enough heartbreak

for two lifetimes.

I can't lose you too.

- Who are you?

The name is Jennings!

Meaning no harm!

- Why are you tracking me?

- I'm not! Going home.

Now let me pass. I'm alone.

Show yourself!

Show yourself!

Hold your fire!

I'm showing.

Throw down the iron.

- You're alone?

- Yes.

- Hey, stay there!

What's your handle?

Terry.

Corporal Terry.

Christian name?

Doesn't matter.

You're not sure?

I'm not sure of anything

except how to use this.

Where were you wounded?

In my head.

As you must plainly see.

Yes, I do see,

I mean, where did it

happen?

Not far from here.

Why are you alone?

That is an awful wound

to leave untended.

I don't know.

I'm headed to Fort Defiance,

I will look for answers there.

Look, I came for water

and I suspect you did too.

Call a truce? Fill our canteens?

- Why not accompany me to Fort Bliss?

- Bliss?

There you'll

find all the answers you need.

that, that is my destination.

Your tunic is army blue.

As are my trousers.

Do I belong to your army

and you to mine?

Fair assumption.

Come to think of it. Jennings,

Moses Jennings.

Private. Moses Jennings.

Come to think of it,

Private Moses Jennings.

Those are corporal stripes on

your shell. Are they not?

It belonged to a trooper who

didn't need it no, more.

I see.

But here I am.

- I noticed you have a

nice pair of field glasses.

May I have a gander?

- Just a quick look-see?

- Okay.

Be careful.

First rate!

- Hey, hey. Where you going?

- Hey!

Outstanding.

- You see anything?

- We should stick together.

There's safety in numbers.

Numbers?

There's only two of us.

This is Apache country.

Two stand a better chance

than one out here.

Very well.

Hold it. Put your other hand here.

Lower it, lower it,

lower it. Okay, let go.

If I didn't think it was gonna k*ll us,

I would almost say it's beautiful.

Atticus!

- Israel.

I don't blame you, neither

can I forgive you.

- Atticus. Come back.

Israel.

- Charlotte, Charlotte.

- I Israel Terry, do solemnly swear

- Lieutenant

- James, James.

No, no, no.

Lieutenant!

Lieutenant!

You son of a b*tch!

I'm going k*ll you you son of a b*tch,

I'm going to k*ll you!

James, I'm sorry.

James, I'm sorry.

- Hey,

- Hey!

What in the blazes!

This here's my shell jacket.

I'm Terry.

Corporal Israel Terry.

Where did you get this?

See this!

I didn't think

much of it. I found it.

Where did you find it?

I'm Terry.

Israel Terry.

I, I meant to say that I bought it

from a desperate man,

carrying sundry goods

for the rest of my

rations.

This is my jacket.

- It's mine.

- I want it back in the morning.

- If you do not return,

I will search the desert

for you until I find you,

with or without the army's help,

with or without God's help.

- Those are Apache arrows.

- What are you doing?

Trying to show his poor

fellow some respect.

He's beyond caring. He's gone.

What are you doing?

We might find something useful.

You're stealing.

It's contraband.

Why don't you come help me over here?

What good is that gonna do

us, besides start a fire?

- We'll turn it over to the

Provost at Fort Defiance.

Now come help me.

These are notes drawn from the

Bank of Amarillo.

I'm just taking them back.

- What are you a Pinkerton man?

Whose side are you on?

My side.

I know what you are.

What?

A damned insurrectionist and a thief.

Now drop your haversack right here.

I prefer to keep it on.

I'm not gonna ask again.

All my dreams -

right here.

I took advantage of your infirmity,

for that I'm sorry.

Chickens will come home to roost,

my young Texas friend.

April 17th, 1862.

Somewhere in Arizona territory

at a place called, Picacho.

I'm Moses Samuel Jennings.

Do solemnly swear that

I will bear true faith

to the Confederate States of America.

k*lled two of the enemy during action.

God willing, I intend to follow

the Butterfield Stage Line

to the Texas border.

Are the artistic scribbles yours?

Yeah.

I shall cherish them.

Don't, don't.

Don't.

- Let us proceed to Fort Defiance, once at

the gates, I'll make my way to Bliss.

You're damn fool. I can make my way to

Fort Defiance on my own.

I know this territory better than you do.

- I have a map.

Do you?

- Where is it? What have you done with it?

I burnt it in the fire

last night for insurance.

- Turn out your pockets.

- Go your own way, Private.

Let us depart the way we met.

- You realize we're being followed?

And the way I see it, one man

ain't gonna stand a chance.

Apaches!

How many?

Well I saw one at the pass

with those glasses of yours.

I'll take my chances.

Please don't go.

- I can't make it out here by myself!

You have chances. I do not.

I'm not as proficient

with firearms as you are.

- Grab his arms!

Arms.

- Dear Charlotte,

if I'm dead, when you read these humble

words,

I want it to be known that I died fighting

for what I know to be right.

Take comfort in the fact that

I'll not rest until I find you.

And we embrace in joyous reunion and,

and my love for you is unbounded by time,

distance, failing memories,

the torment of life or

or even death itself.

Israel.

- Thank you.

I read your journal.

Entertaining?

I took interest in your

time as a prospector.

Wish I could have seen the Gold Rush.

California sounds grand.

It was miserable.

Lost a good friend there.

Came out west together from Ohio.

Atticus.

Atticus and I were in

Sacramento working at a foundry,

after our best laid plans of

striking it rich went bust.

He got in an argument

over Kansas-Nebraska,

with one the ladle pushers.

Then a rabble, of pro-sl*very

b*stards beat him to death,

while they held me down.

He should have been more

circumspect.

What does that mean?

It means he should have kept

his mouth shut.

Was he yourn?

Was he my what?

Your sl*ve.

He was my father's sl*ve.

Until he freed him.

How would you know that?

Like I said,

you talk in your sleep.

I'm sorry about your friend.

- Nothing?

Where the hell is this gold?

That ain't it?

Atticus why in the hell

did you let me talk you into

accompanying me to this godforsaken land

of mud and disease?

You could've stayed in Ohio.

- Why did you talk yourself

to coming to California?

I had a clothes on my back.

Comfortable position in your father's

house, and your friendship.

Probably all I'll ever have.

I'm gonna ask you a question.

What's that friendship worth to you?

- Everything. My life. More than my life.

- Uh huh.

Israel. I had two choices -

stay home, work for Mr. Terry,

with no wife, no children.

Or, I could come to California

and try to make a fortune with my friend.

Now why would I pass up

such an opportunity like that?

Now what was your question again?

- We should be coming up on a

Butterfield swing station soon

How do you know?

It was on my map.

- I'd show you.

Only cinders and ash await us up there.

Let's set up camp.

I saw a natural rock shelter

a hundred yards back and

and a passel of fur-bound

meat here abouts for us

to trap and eat.

Boy, what are you talking about?

I'm telling you, there's a depot up ahead.

We can get some water, maybe

some food, and a bath -

and maybe a silent Butterfield

agent you can gibber with

while I sleep under a real roof

and maybe tomorrow

morning we can get a horse.

- Speaking in Apache.

Don't talk that language around me!

- Stage line's been abandoned

since last August!

All troops along the line

gone East to wars. - What?

None left for protection.

Not safe from Apaches.

That language. Why you think

we ain't seeing a single

soul on this trail?

- You are forever questioning my judgment.

You practically slaver

like a famished dog at the

opportunity to do so.

I'm sick of it and I outrank you private!

In whose army? - In the only

army that counts,

you son of a b*tch.

- You know your brain's

built up quite a head

of steam for such a cold start.

- Yeah, just so private.

- And I just gave myself a promotion

to 1st Sergeant, Corporal.

- Well I see your bet

and I raise you one -

Lieutenant General. That's me!

- Well there's Fort Jennings General, sir.

Oh don't you mean Fort Terry

Private, sir?

I do not, I saw it first.

- Hello?

Anyone here?

- I can't see a damn

thing. - There's a hearth.

Cozy, you should light a fire.

I'm given the orders,

contemptible little dog robber.

Try and simmer

down General, sir.

Hey,

here's a straight razor.

It's almost new.

It'll come in handy.

Especially for you,

about time you learned how to use one.

Gimme a Lucifer.

Our Father who art in heaven.

Hallow'd be Thy name. Thy kingdom come.

Thy will be done, on

earth as it is in heaven.

General.

General. Look!

God rest their souls.

- Look to be from Texas.

- No kin of mine,

but we owe 'em a Christian

burial nonetheless.

Did you find a shovel?

I'll use a board if I have to.

In the morning.

Mornin'?

They've been here a while.

One more day will hardly matter.

Woman. Girl I think, another girl.

No a boy.

Apaches.

More than likely.

Maybe we ought to douse the fire.

- They won't be back. Apaches

don't attack at night.

Better a chance the light

will be seen by my regiment

and we can return to the

Rio Grande with them.

Then I'll douse the fire.

No, let it burn. Let it burn!

- I will keep watch. I can't

pass the night in darkness

with those people.

All the same Private.

I'll bed down out back.

You can have your hearth.

Goodnight General.

I pray for your protection.

I pray that my enemies

do not see me coming.

My arrows find my enemies.

I will return home

and wait whatever fate you have chosen

for me, and I will thank you.

- Morning.

Morning General.

- You would've left that

miserable express man's

corpse to rot in the sun.

But when it's your own people you -

Found some water out back.

- What you reading?

Mesilla Union from last August.

Article by one of your

fellow abs.

Damn it Private,

I'm not an ab.

He writes well for an

abolitionist, I'll give him that.

- I'm sick of this sh*t.

- This'll come in handy.

You aiming on taking a bath?

Reckon I need one.

Hey, let me,

if that thing keeps sitting in the

sun, it's gonna get ulcerated.

My father was a doctor.

I can't work if you keep moving.

What's the news from Mesilla?

Well the ab editorial was more horseshit,

about rebels being

scoundrels and traitors.

Who wish to further extend the

abomination known as sl*very

from the Rio Grande to the Pacific Ocean.

If there's a traitor to be had

it's these libelous b*stards

who forsaken their birthright

to the founding fathers.

It's not horseshit. Spreading the scourge

of bondage to the territories.

It's not a birthright, it's a curse.

You should watch what you say.

I was with General

Baylor when he k*lled the

son of b*tch who wrote this.

Owens was his name.

Owens.

I prospected with an Owens

in California, who wrote

for the Sacramento Daily

Union. To bring the voice

of freedom to the territories.

Same fella. He was an honorable man.

- Honorable.

- He was an abolitionist

- Who was poisoning the

minds of those who would

otherwise support our noble cause.

And putting dangerous ideas

like freedom in the minds

of people like your friend - Atticus?

Shut your traitorous mouth. Get up,

- Get up!

- Get up!

- Get out!

I wish your feeble mindedness was

of a more permanent nature.

You shut your f*ck'

mouth. Sit down, sit down.

Put your hands around the

pole. Get 'em on there.

Hold 'em together. Hold them.

I know why I'm here. I

know why you're here.

You gonna leave me like

this? - I have a mind to.

I'm taking you to Fort Defiance.

And if I got other plans?

Then I'll k*ll you.

- Why are you doing this?

- Atticus, Barrett,

Owens, Charlotte, Levi.

- Barrett.

Charlotte, Owens. You've been calling out

those names every night.

I'm plum sick of it.

- Faces and voices

but couldn't remember

who they belonged to.

This has cleared some of the

fog afflicting my brain.

Now I know who they are, who they were.

The people I respected,

the people I cared for,

the people I loved.

- And your Confederacy

- Took two of them away from me.

All for your so-called birthright.

- My people, my country. We have a right,

- Your people, your country.

It's our people, our

country. You are our people.

My wife, my son are our people.

Atticus was our people!

General, we have company.

What? Where?

Beyond those rocks.

Apache I'll bet.

Stand up tall. How many can you see?

Just one.

You're wasting cartridges.

Where the hell is he? - He's all over.

He is trying to get us to

burn through rounds.

Only we could draw him in.

Get him to stand still.

Yeah, sure. We can tie

up a spare horse or beef.

That'll surely lure him in.

You got spare horse or beef? General?

Ain't got a horse.

But got a horse's a*s from Texas.

- Picked a poor time for

your mind to go. - What?

What good is this?

Get up. Get up!

Hold on General, I'll not be bait.

Get up! - You must be

tetched. Oh sh*t. Don't worry.

- If you follow my orders, I'll cover you.

What are the orders?

Hold that Springfield up.

Let him see what a first rate piece

of iron it is.

If you're aiming to trade

for our lives it won't work.

He'll sh**t me first then you.

Go, or I'll sh**t you

and he'll still get at that carbine.

Whether you're alive or dead

I'll take my chances either way.

It's suicide.

Go, get up!

- Alright. Hell with that!

- come on, come on.

Nice sh**ting Private, for once!

- No!

- You filthy beggar.

Have you lost your mind!

Don't k*ll him. - He's an

Apache. - Leave him be.

Get him up.

I want to tie him up.

Let's bind his wounds

and get him some water.

I wanna talk to him.

His name is the Seer, the

One Who Sees, Great Seer.

Moses, found in the bull rushes?

Hey, how'd you learn to

speak English so well

for a red savage?

From books.

Where'd you learn to sh**t

so well for a white savage?

Have yourself a merry time.

Where'd you get the Henry?

The monsters that invade our land,

bring many marvelous things.

What happened to your face?

A lance of fire from the

sky struck me.

A lance of fire?

Enda, have no imagination.

Lightning. Lightning struck me.

Now, if you do not intend

to k*ll me, I wish to rest.

Get your a*s out here.

We should have k*lled him.

Look what his people did here.

His people, thought he

was your people too.

He's a heathen. Unfit to take his place

among the rightful heirs to this country.

You're still mixed up General.

Then we're all mixed up Private.

We can hold him hostage

and go across the desert,

until we reach Fort Bliss,

and General Baylor's paying bounties.

So you are willing to

sacrifice his life for money.

Who's mixed up now?

Hey, you missed something.

Wonder who the poor b*stards

were. - Poor b*stards

far from home. It's odd though.

What's odd about a blood

thirsty savage taking scalps.

- That's just it. Apaches

generally don't scalp

they don't cotton to handling

the dead.

You're saying he didn't

take 'em? - No, he took 'em.

Just had to be mighty important

for him to take 'em.

Trophies.

No, something else.

He's different, and not just

'cause he can speak three

languages and can read.

He's a loner. I think he's

an outcast. - For what reason?

Well, getting struck by

lightning for one thing.

It's sort of a curse among his people.

And I ate a coyote, an unclean animal.

Either that or starve.

- There's gotta be more.

You're right. There is more.

I k*lled my chief's brother-in-law,

caught him laying with my wife.

His family chose not to k*ll you?

Chief Naiche's a compassionate

man. Gave me a choice.

Suffer the fate

chosen by his family,

or surrender myself to the desert.

You chose the desert.

I prayed for an answer and I got one.

k*ll four invaders and return home

for final judgment.

Why four?

Four is a magical number to his people.

- Hmm. Well it looks like

you're halfway there.

Who have you got in

mind for the other two?

Anyone we know?

How came you to speak the people's tongue?

I lived with the Lipan in Northern Texas.

Leader's name was Yolcha

and my father was friends with Sam Houston

and like him, he taught me

to respect the Red Man

and welcome his stay in Texas.

Yet you'll collect a bounty on my head?

I expect you to be gone

before we have a chance to.

- What?

- He said, just you two?

You'd better answer smartly feller.

- Got anything to eat.

General.

- Water. - Tobacco.

- Who the hell are you?

- Who the hell are we?

Perhaps a nightmare for

you my friend.

- Move off.

I don't think you can see us.

- Can you sh**t straight and true?

Here, let us help you see.

- sh*t!

Alright. Alright. Private,

get these fine gentlemen

some tobacco and your canteen.

We only have one.

- Horse is gone,

and I'm assuming

Great Seer with it.

- Who are you?

- Scouts. Currently on

detached duty, from General

Carlton's forces.

- S, gathering food

and forage.

- Deserters.

That's your opinion.

- Water.

- Hey Compadre.

Save some of that agua for me.

Puto.

- Bound for Texas?

- My Compadre here,

has a hacienda in Juarez.

We're headed there.

S, I'm tired of fighting your w*r.

It's time I go home. My

friend has graciously agreed

to hire on as my ranch

hand.

What have you got to eat?

First, throw that .44 Army over here.

- How were you able to

find us in the dark?

- My friend,

has eyes like a cat.

We are night crawlers. Now the

days are too bright for us.

- Once we've fed and water'd you,

we'd be much obliged if you moved on.

- S my compadres, we are done here.

- Right?

- Son of a b*tch!

General are you hit?

Get this b*stard off me!

Where's the other one?

- Oh, good sh**ting private.

I was about to say the same.

What do you mean?

I didn't sh**t nobody?

He may have eyes of a cat,

but I have the eyes of a hawk.

Lord Almighty, we're indebted to you.

And thank you for your stupidity.

Now I wish to sleep.

Goodnight, Private. Corporal.

It's unclean work,

but it's the only way to prove my honor.

Good Lord. Well,

looks like you got your magical four.

I also collected some agave for roasting

and k*lled a rattlesnake.

You still have an appetite?

No, it's fled like a skeered jack rabbit.

Suppose you'll be expecting

me to bury the bushwhackers?

No, I'll help you.

I gotta work up my appetite again anyway.

Don't you feel like we've

spent the lion's share

of our spare time burying corpses?

Tell me a story,

how you came to be captured and paroled?

We're stuck together for a reason.

And I think you know why.

You sure?

I want the gospel truth from

you. I want the gospel truth.

I k*lled a lieutenant.

I dropped him like an old

unawares turkey hen,

that I used to hunt when I was a child.

Then I

turned and I saw a man

charge straight toward me,

firing a p*stol wildly in my direction.

He came at me with such

unbridled ferocity,

like a wolverine, and I, I managed

to reload and fire and then he fell.

And then in, in a, in a state of shame

and delirium, I just ran

off towards the desert.

The man that charged you?

The man that charged you?

- It was you.

- It was you.

Help!

James, help!

You son of a b*tch!

I was just doing my duty to my country.

- Your country.

When you finish covering

up our new friends,

we should break camp.

If you're to make your fort by sundown.

- Jesus!

Mary! Ahh!

Like a whole nest of hornets!

Ah, ah, ah, ah,

ah, ah.

Where, the hell you've been?

Found agave.

Make a poultice for yellow hair.

Needed to find yarrow, but did not.

We have to move on.

He's very sick.

He'll lose more water.

We have none to spare.

All the more reason to

quickstep it to Fort Defiance.

You can get water there.

I'll be splitting off

towards Fort Bliss,

and my father.

- You'll be splitting

off to the Promised Land,

if you try.

- Let me see your ankle.

- Eat this.

- He needs water. Needs to keep it down.

You'll never make it to

Fort Bliss, young Private.

- You'll see.

- You'll see.

- What's the idea?

- He's Akinse now.

One who has kinship

with the people.

Sleep again.

We don't have time.

If we march all day and all night,

we can be in Fort Defiance

by tomorrow morning.

- He cannot.

Then leave him!

Corporal.

Why are you so angry with

him now?

He's my enemy.

I almost forgot that.

What would it cost you to forget it?

My honor.

You sound like an Apache.

You go to hell.

If there's a place worse than hell,

we are in it.

My dear Charlotte,

I remain in the company of

a young Confederate soldier.

A dangerous reaction to

the poison of a scorpion,

has conspired to send him

to the precipice of death.

There is no reprieve from

the justice of nature.

It is quick and it is final.

He is my enemy, yet I

do not want him to die.

All I see now is a little

boy, afraid of the dark.

- Enda!

General.

When you bury me, surround my grave

with a circle of ash,

it'll keep me from wandering too far.

If you see my father,

tell him I died in service to my country.

But don't tell him where

I lay. I won't be moved.

It wouldn't be right.

I have seen this.

Sometimes the spirit

rallies and the body follows.

But for a moment. Do not

expect a different outcome.

Hey boy. Hey boy. Relax.

You're okay.

Where you going?

I'm going to pray.

Goodnight Corporal.

Goodnight Private.

Goien, Akinse!

Goien, Akinse.

Akinse.

- Private. Wake up.

- Moses!

Wake up you son a b*tch! Ugh. Hey,

- Come on.

Lean back, lean back.

Thank you.

- You strong enough to

carry on? Alright. Okay.

Then we should break

camp. I think we can reach

Fort Defiance by sundown.

- Great Seer.

Goien?

Great Seer!

- He's gone.

Your Apache friend.

He left the Henry r*fle.

- We gotta get you to Fort Defiance.

If we don't try, you will die.

- Let's go.

You're okay, you're okay.

- I k*lled him. I k*lled

your Lieutenant friend.

No.

And I'm sorry.

No, I blame myself.

You were just trying to

do what you thought was right.

You save your energy Private.

Is anyone here?

Where the hell's the garrison?

Is anybody here?

Is there anyone about?

- I have a soldier here,

he's dying.

Hey,

hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Okay.

- Okay.

- I have water.

Who are you?

- Corporal Israel Terry.

That's Private Moses Jennings,

friend of the Red Man.

We've come a great distance

and this is our destination.

Or rather mine.

- He cannot take water.

- Thank you.

Ah, ah, ah. Thank you.

Thank you, thank you. Thank you.

- You've come a great

distance to taste dust.

There are no whites

and no provisions here.

- Where's the garrison?

- We drove him out a year ago.

The nearest fort here is Fort Craig.

We'll let you continue on,

but I suggest you leave your friend here.

- Huh?

- We'll give him a proper burial,

and mark it for his people.

- Private. Private, Private.

Hey Private. Moses! Moses! Come on.

- Moses! Moses! Moses, wake up!

- Akinse.

- I have your boy here,

and Charlotte,

and Atticus.

I have them here,

and you need to take them.

Please.

- Moses Jennings. I

hereby award you a promotion

to the rank of Corporal.

- Say hello to Atticus for

me you Confederate b*stard.

- You were enemies?

- Enemies and friends.

- The first one, then the other.

- No both,

together and neither.

- Bilagaana do not know themselves.

You'll k*ll one another until you do.

- Corporal.

The night will get cold.

- My time in this desolate

and breathtaking land is

rapidly coming to a close.

As I carefully retrace the

length of memories chain,

I find that there are links still missing,

but feelings remain in their place

like traces in the sand; anger,

joy, loss, longing.

I dream of my son.

An ugly dream, which is either

the residue of the past or

an omen of an unhappy future.

Visions of his mirthful laugh

and innocent face will

both comfort and haunt me.

To the end of my days.

Of Charlotte.

The desire to see her again sustains me.

I long to embrace her

and feel that she's near.

But how can that be?

Dear Dr. Jennings,

It is my

sad duty to inform you of

the death of your son Moses.

He and I had the misfortune

of being thrown together

by happenstance into

the unforgiving desert.

And it was unfortunate that his

journey came to such a cruel

and premature end.

Although I had the

privilege of knowing him,

but a short time, he impressed

upon me a sense of duty,

which you should be proud of.

And despite the hardships

he and I encountered

before his unexpected

death, he complained little

and bore his suffering with

stoicism and manly endurance.

I remain faithfully.

Corporal Israel Terry,

California Calvary, Fort Yuma.

- He is moving slow. Can you see?

- It looks like he's in bad shape.

Looks like a Navajo scout.

He is running for cover.

You're gonna miss him.

- Nice shot.

He's white. He's white

Stanton.

Move Stanton!

- He's still alive, let's get

him up. Get him to the infirmary.

- Come on. Move. Move!

- One, two, three. Lift!

- Roll him towards me.

This side.

Bind his wound.

Try to make him comfortable.

- I received a dispatch from

Washington just a few days ago

that listed Corporal Terry as

missing and unaccounted for.

- Sir, he was in a Navajo garb.

- Where's Private Stanton?

- I put him in the stockade Sir.

He failed to identify the Corporal

before blazing away at him.

- Considering what he

went through at Defiance,

I can understand him being

a little trigger happy.

Let him go and take

him off of sentry duty.

- Yes sir. One more thing, if I may, Sir.

- What's that, Sergeant?

Israel Terry? The woman in the infirmary.

- What about her?

- She says her name is Mrs. Terry.

- All right, that'll be

all Sergeant.

Yes sir.

- Israel.

Israel.

Stay.

Please, I must go to him.

- Ma'am do not exert yourself.

Ma'am. Do not exert yourself.

Please ma'am, you need to rest.

You've been exposed to

the elements for far too long.

Israel, yes.

Sorry.

It's okay.

I'm so sorry.

Israel. Israel.

No. No, no, no.

Come back to me please.

Please.

- Good Morning, Mrs. Terry.

- Colonel, how did,

how did he die?

- He was shot outside the Fort

by Navajo scouts.

They've harassed, attacked

us for a long time

and continue to do so.

- And you will track down those

responsible

and k*ll them?

- Yes. Upon my orders.

- Please don't. For my sake.

- Mrs. Terry your sentiment is

surprising to say the least.

- Colonel, this country has k*lled many

of my friends, my son,

and now my husband.

If we are to make a home here,

we must either clear away the

dangers which might destroy us

or try to come to terms with them.

I prefer the latter course.

I don't blame the Navajo

anymore than I could blame a

force of nature.

All I want now is to return to California

and try to reassemble the

broken shards of my life

as best I can.

- Understand.

Colonel.

- Ma'am.

He'll make sure you get to Fort Fillmore

and from there make sure you get aboard a

wagon train to California.

- Thank you Colonel. Colonel,

can you some how find a way

to send this to Fort Bliss?

My husband had it in his journal.

I think he intended to post

it when he had the chance.

- Fort Bliss is in Rebel hands.

- I know, it's important.

- I will see what I can do.

- Thank you for everything

you've done for me.

Journal of Corporal Israel

Terry and Charlotte Terry.

My Dear Husband, it was

with a heavy heart

that I read the words describing

your final journey from

this life to the next.

I had blamed you for the

loss of our dear boy,

for compelling us to follow

you to the fetid camps

of your fellow gold seekers.

Now, I know that was wrong.

My spirit is crushed.

But my will unbowed as I

am determined to carry on

with our grand experiment.

God rest you and buttons and Atticus

and your final companion, enemy,

and perhaps friend;

Moses Jennings.

Of whom you have written

so eloquently.

And who, I can only pray, is sharing

with you a world more peaceful

and harmonious than this one.

Salvum itinerabus.

Charlotte Terry,

Sunday, the 3rd of May, 1862.

- Sil a, Sil a, Sil a Gr

- Sure a' sure

And he loves me. When he'll come

back, will married be,

Johnny has gone for a soldier.

Here I sit on Buttermilk Hill,

who can blame me cry my fill.

And every tear would turn

a mill.

Johnny has gone for a soldier.

Sil a, Sil a, Sil a Gr,

sure, a' sure

and he loves me

when he'll come back,

we'll married be.

Johnny has gone for a soldier.

Me, oh my. I love him so.

Broke my heart

to see him go.

And only time will heal my woe.

Johnny has gone

for a soldier.

I'll dye my dress,

I'll dye it red,

and through the streets,

I'll beg for bread.

For the lad

that I love is dead.

Johnny has gone for a soldier.

- Sil a, Sil a, Sil a Gr

Sure a' sure

and he loves me.

When he'll come back,

we'll married be.

Johnny has gone for a soldier.

Johnny has gone for a soldier.