04x17 - The Sam Elder Story

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I'm in

so dry since my pappy Steele burned down.

How long before
we're going to make another stop?

I'll let you know when we get there,
Charlie.

Seems like a week since we stopped.

You know, Rome wasn't built in a day.

Let them. Frenchmen
worry about their own problems.

I'm worried about my broke French.

You better start worrying about your neck,
because I'm going to wring it

right out from underneath

that thing you call your head
if you don't quit pestering me.

Oh, don't be so picayune.

Right?

Is cause he's doing out here
all by itself.

Don't ask me.

Whoa.

Or afternoon

from your cause, it looks like you're
headed for California.

That's right.

San Francisco.

Well, then you could do me a big favor.

My men and I are headed that way, too.

We'd be grateful if we could join you.

Our maps are a little inadequate, and frankly, I'm not too familiar with this area.

We. We stay out of everybody's way.

My men are quite self-sufficient.

These men of yours. Where are they?

Oh, just beyond that rise.

They'll be here in a minute.

I wrote ahead when I spotted the train.

My name is Elder Samuel. Elder son.

Captain, United States Army. Retired.

What are they talking about? Ben?

I don't know.

I can't hear either.

Whoever it is,
I wish you hadn't showed up.

How can you say that about a man
you don't even know?

Sergeant Folks, have you been to bark?

Yes, sir.

All right, men.

Form ranks and

whip.

I'll beat.

Did you ever.

These are my men.

The most deserving I've ever commanded.

Hey, Bill.

We're.

Look at that.

I ain't seen nothing like that
since the w*r.

Them kids have got their whole camp
set up, and I don't even have my coat.

Fargo.
That's because they've been working.

You're probably standing around watching.

Is that so? Who filled a water barrel?

Who got the kilowatt? Who on earth Study?

Hoo hoo hoo.

I always thought you were a useless
old buzzer.

Now you're beginning
to sound like a hoot out.

All right, start taking the ditches.

Sergeant.

Looks like you and your boys.

I mean, your men are doing a mighty fine
job around here.

Thank you, sir.
We're a little behind schedule.

Captain Elder likes to have the tents up
in the drainage ditches dug in.



Drainage ditches?

This part of the country
this time of year.

We'll be lucky
if we have a heavy do for a morning.

Regulations, sir. Chapter seven,
Article 14.

A drainage ditch,
not less than 18 inches wide.

And 12 inches deep shall be dug.

You know, son, a lot of us
said that infantry field manual memorize

before you even cut your teeth.

I'm sure of that, Mr. Hawkes.

But as an experienced military man,
you will also no doubt completely familiar

with the section
which clearly states the obligation

of a noncommissioned officer
to prepare his men for any eventuality.

I am quite familiar.

And I suggest that Sergeant Perks
be permitted to carry out his duties

without any further interference.

Look, Captain, I was just trying
to save the boys a little extra work.

That's very commendable of you, Mr.

Hawkes, but I see no need for any further
discussion.

Carry on, Sergeant.

I'll wait just a minute. Oh, Captain ODA.

If you'll excuse me,

ladies.

Captain. No, no, We've been thinking.

This being your first night
with the train,

maybe you and your boys
would like to take supper with us.

Thank you, ma'am,
but we'd rather not impose on you people.

Nonsense.

Now, from the looks of them,
they could all do with some home cooking.

Well, be no trouble at all.

We'll just split them up.

One or two boys to a family.

My men have been taking care of themselves
since we left Independence.

I intend to see that they continue
to do so.

Like any military unit in the field.

Until we reach California.

Sorry, ladies.

Well, it looks like you and the ladies
beat off and made more than you can chew.

Hey, Bill. Oh, we had it coming.

It don't make sense.

Since when is it wrong for folks
to be neighborly?

He's acting mighty peculiar,
if you ask me.

Oh, maybe he's got his reasons
for acting that way.

You know,
we got no right to interfere, Charlie.

Says who?

What do we know about him?
You take that uniform off.

What have you got?

How do we know what kind of a man he is?

Or ever was?

By looking at those boys.

So we know.

It's kind of heavy.

Let me give you a hand. It's all right.

I'm used to it.

Couple more buckets.

A lot of battery full up.

Be done in half the time if I help.

Then maybe we'll have a while to sit
and talk.

Maybe.

I don't really know.

We'd have to talk about.

Well, what I kind of had in mind was.

I mean, you are Emily Allen, aren't you?

How did you know my name?

Oh, well, I guess I heard someone mention

it. Who?

Your mom.

Maybe.

I reckon I better own up to it.

I asked one of the drivers.

No. Oh, for a company of some people.

I didn't think you'd mind. Do you?

You can see what good to do now,

but that still doesn't mean
that I like people

going around asking questions
about me behind my back.

How else was I going to meet you?

If you'd like it better,
I could have Captain Elder Escapade

introduced as right and proper.

Here's to me.

It's a little late for that too.

Frank.

Frank.

Nobody's ever called me anything cept

Sergeant Perks
since we joined up with this train.

I know.

I reckon I'd better own up to it, too.

I asked one of the boys in the platoon.

Maybe I will let you help me.

After all.

Billy,

what's going on here?

Just giving her a hand with a chance.

I asked him to help me pop.

Back to the wagon. Milly.

It's for you.

Stay away from her.

If I've done something to offend you.

Warning you perks.

You so much as look at her again,
I'll take a bullwhip to you.

With all due respect, sir,
I wouldn't advise that.

I'm sorry this had to happen, Milly.

Real sorry.

Why did you do it?

Why must you hate
everyone who wears a uniform.

And has to do what he thinks is right
for those he loves?

You don't understand, Milly.

You were just a little girl
when it happened.

I never want to see you hurt.

I care more.

The more I see how

this wagon train is run, the more I wish
we hadn't joined up with it.

Hawkes has got no right
to put that tin soldier right behind us.

No right at. All.

Then you can't take no offense at him.

What? He stands for Layla.

Then you got to put it out of your mind.

You've got to forget the past and.

Rest until much later.

I can't erase memories
that are burned into my mind.

We've suffered enough from men like him.

Charlie, I've take back everything
I've ever said about your cooking.

You really have to take my hat off to you.

You do? What for? This.

This no doubt, is the best cup of coffee
I've ever tasted in my life.

Well, all I did was just

tell. Why, you ungrateful, ignorant.

Well, that is hot chocolate. Chocolate?

It can't be.
We had hot chocolate last night.

The hot chocolate we had
last night was hot tea.

Tea tastes more like lamp oil than me.

Oh, is that so?

I should just let you do

your own cooking around here
and your own cleaning up after you do.

And then you'll see when I go through
with every day just to take your insults.

All right, Charlie,
if that's what you feel about it.

Well, that's the way I feel about it. Hey,
wait a minute. Where are you going?

Come back here.

I've still got a half
a pint of whatever it is left.

I'm getting tired.
Of that chocolate, Charlie.

I'm gonna go out and
get myself a cup of coffee.

Get the lamp on.

He got

so permission to set the night watch, sir.

Permission granted.

One hour each for Private Sanderson
and Regan.



I've already scheduled it that way, sir.

What about the wagon and the equipment?

Ready to Rosa?

I'll access
greased harness on the lead team repaired.

Good night, Sergeant.

Inform the man that they have 30 minutes
of leisure time before tattoo.

Yes, sir.

Definitely.

Oh, good evening, Mr.

Hawkes. Can I help you?

Yeah.

I figured it's about time for
you and me to have a little talk.

Yes. I thought you would.

After you.

Thank you.

Would you care to sit down?

Thanks.

You know, Captain,

I don't like to

pry into your private affairs,
but some of the people have been asking me

questions that I can't answer.

But you and the boys.

Well, that's quite understandable, Mr.

Hawkes, I.

I realized that my ideas of discipline

must seem strange to your body,
especially to the women.

Well, a few of them have complained to me,
but I told them

you probably had your reasons. I have

ten of them.

Ten boys orphaned by the w*r.

With the exception of perks,
not one of them able to fend for himself,

but united in one platoon, each helping
the others.

We all can reach California.

And make sense
about the way we run this outfit.

One big exception get into a tough spot.

We have 100 men that can use g*ns.

Oh, you got a lot of guts, I reckon.

Well, it's not a question of courage.

It's one of necessity.

Thousands, tens of thousands

of boys lost their fathers in the w*r.

Most of them had mothers, friends,

kin of some kind to take care of them.

These boys had nobody.

Their fathers were all k*lled in battle.

Shiloh. Petersburg.

Running Springs.

Well, there must be someplace
they can be taken care of.

Oh, yes.

Orphanages, work houses or farms.

Most of them understaffed and overcrowded.

Little better than prison camps.

No, Mr.

Hawkes, when a nation

robs a boy of his birthright,
he's entitled to a little more than that.

What are you planning to do about it?

Well, I.

I have some money and a government
land grant just north of San Francisco.

There's good soil and enough timber

to support a military school
for a hundred boys like mine.

Military school?

Well, don't get me wrong, Captain.

Some of the finest men I've ever known
were in the Army.

But everybody isn't cut out for it.

Nobody's aware of that more than I am.

But a man can teach only what he knows.

I don't want him to grow up
to be professional, soldier.

That's not my aim.

I just want to make sure
that they have a chance to grow up at all.

And I will,
if it's the last thing I ever do.

Wouldn't. Oh.

Sorry, ma'am.

I can't let you go past.

I reckon I've come about as far as ever.

Mind to. Anyway,

you said against daughters
to stand here and talk Smith?

No, ma'am.

Captain Elder said we used to be special,
polite to the womenfolk.

That's right. Considerate of the captain.

What's your name?

Ty Anderson, ma'am.

You look a mighty lonesome,
Tad walking this post all to yourself.

It's only for an hour.

Grown boy could get powerful, hungry
in that time.

I thought maybe some of these might tide
you over.

Oatmeal cookies.

I ain't had any of them since I.

Sorry. Now

we landed on picket duty regulation.

I expect it's so full of music.

Maybe even sandwiches.

But did you ever hear of one regulation
that said anything about oatmeal cookies?

No, I reckon not.

As a matter of fact,

I once knew a soldier

about the same age as Sergeant Perks.

Sent him cookies all the time.

He used to write me
letters telling me how much he enjoyed it,

especially take it duty.

He did?

Oh, he must have been a cowardly man

as foot soldiers.

Well, we're different now.

Boy, I'm talking about

what was in the infantry, just like you.

You mean that?

I reckon that's
where most of the best men were.

I kept an elder in my pocket.

Could you pass the infantry to.

Over three years? He was a corporal.

I bet he would have even made Sergeant
Ten being k*lled

at Running Springs.

Springs?

Yes. He was in a very big battle.

I don't reckon you ever heard of it.

Yes, sir.

She heard of it?

Sinister?

No, ma'am. No.

I feel fine.

Just remember
this is something I've got to do.

She was nice talking to you, ma'am.

And about those cookies.

You reckon I could take them now
and save it for later?

Yes. Time.

Sit here.

It's a long time since I had a soldier.

Appreciate my.

Help me cookies.

Then Milly.

I know you.

You haven't said a word to me
all morning then.

What's wrong?

I ain't quite sure.

I was just thinking about Jody

and those boys in the wagon behind us.

You don't make sense.

What's her son?

What's Jody got to do with him?

I ain't sure. Oxford.

All of their fathers were
k*lled at Petersburg.

Shiloh

for Running Springs.

Our Jody
was in every one of those battles.

You're just going out of your way
to look for trouble.

One's got nothing to do with the other.

Maybe not.

But of all the kids that were offered
in the w*r, why didn't the pictures them

boys whose fathers were all k*lled
in those battles?

Probably just

coincidence, as all.

Men like Elder
never do anything without a reason.

Whatever his is, I aim to find out.

Heart.

You'll have to walk around, sir.

With me by boy. Sorry, sir.

I have orders not to let anyone pass
through the bivouac area.

Orders?

Who gave you orders to tell me what to do?

I did.

And I'd appreciate it
if you'd respect the perimeters of our

camp, as everybody else does

around here. Mr.

Hawkes makes the rules.

Who are you to change them?

I'm in charge of these men, and I intend
to see that my orders are enforced. How?

By putting g*ns
in the hands of youngsters.

The r*fle is not loaded, but not.

That makes about as much sense

as everything else you've done
since you joined this train.

You may not agree,
but everything we do has a reason.

Someday,
the lives of all the people in this train

may depend upon the alertness
of a century.

Centuries without. b*ll*ts.

I hope that need may never arise.

But this is to be a long trek.

And if we are to succeed,
we must maintain cohesion.

Esprit de corps, discipline.

Oh, no, Captain or whatever
you call yourself.

Those are just a lot of highfalutin words
for what men like you really want.

Power, authority,

blind obedience to your will,
even if it's wrong. Yes.

We make mistakes. I don't deny that.

But the good officer, the good soldier

never asks another man to do something
he wouldn't do himself.

And when we give orders, it's
not because we worship ourselves,

but because it's the most expedient way
to get the job done.

You mean that's what you want
everybody to believe?

Well, let me tell you something.

Too high and mighty.

I had a boy who felt like you do.

He was young.

He liked the feel of a poplin uniform
next to his skin.

But he was what you would call discipline.

He followed orders like they were gospel
because they came from men like you.

And what did it get him?

Shallow grave in the Virginia Hills.

So don't you tell me
anything about orders.

Orders is what took him from me.

Orders from little tin gods like you,

sir. Did I do the wrong thing?

No, son.

You were right.

Never doubt that

when a soldier begins to question himself,

he's no longer of any use to any man,

least of all himself.

All right, Carry on, soldier.

Push through.

Highfalutin words for what?

Men like you really want

Blind obedience to your will.

Even when it's wrong.

Even when it's wrong? No,

no, no.

I had a boy who thought that way.

What did it get him?

A shallow grave in the Virginia Hills.

A shallow grave in the Virginia Hills?

No, Dear God, no.

Orders is what took him from me.

Orders from little tin gods like you.

Ten gods like you.

Like you.

Like you.

Please, God.

Forgive

George.

No. Hey, hey.

Hey, Hey.

Wake up.

Wake up!

Whoo! It's all right now.

Everything's all right.

What is it?

Did I say.

You haven't had one

this bad in a long while, sir?

The. The boys today here.

Said it's 20 minutes to reveille.

They're all still sleeping.

Good.

That's good.

You have half a cup of coffee.

What are you so happy about this morning?

Well, after carefully
looking myself in the mirror,

I'm happy to say
that I haven't lost my boy's charm.

Well, you all told him
they handed out the boy's charm?

You were standing
in a line with Billy goats.

I wonder what he's got against Billy Goat.

I have.

Hey, you.

Wait a minute.

What you want to do that for, mister?

I ever catch you doing
one of those things again?

I'll take you across my knee
instead of a tin horn.

I wouldn't advise that, Mr.

Allen.

All right.

Some join the others.

You seem determined to give us trouble.

If you travel.

Oh, it was your best horse.

A b*llet. When that fool. Kid
blew that bugle.

He was following military honors.

I figured you'd say something like that.

You got an excuse for everything,
haven't you?

Well, this is once. Hawks's in charge.

We'll see what he has to say.
This is what he says, Al.

And that bugle made half as much noise
as you're making right now.

Every animal on this train
would have stampeded.

So you just simmer down.
We'll get your horse back for that aid.

Half of what's right on me.

Do you realize I was almost k*lled?

And you ought to be thanking
the Lord instead of acting this way.

It's going
to be nothing but trouble on this train

until we get shed of that tin soldier
and those no kids.

All right, that's enough.

You can fight and argue with Elmer
all you want when you start

spreading that venom of yours
on those boys.

It's about time
somebody set you straight, Mr..

All our asking is for a chance.

And we owe it to him, not just Sam Elder.

You, me,
everybody around here, it's our debt.

We took it on with the blood

of their fathers when they died at Shiloh
Petersburg, Running Springs.

There's something else
you don't know, Allen.

All those boys.

It was no account boys.

And thousands more like them

are the most valuable and important assets
in this country today.

I want to tell you something else, mister.

You get back to that wagon of yours
before I really tear into you.

Do you understand?

It gives you or the boys any more trouble.

Let me know.

Captain, tell the boy that I'm sorry
this had to happen.

Try to replace it for.

Thank you, Mr. Hawkes.

We're both very grateful.

Hurry it up, Charlie.

Want to get out here as soon as we can.

Out of being ready
without any help around here. Oh.

Oh, Mr.

Hawkes,

we're much obliged to you
for finding our mayor.

My pleasure, ma'am.

Really

nice frame.

You ought not to be here. You are.

But it.

Do you feel the same way?

I mean, about not seeing me.

And I'll risk it tonight after supper.

All right, Milly, come up front.

We're moving up here after supper.

Lila?

Yes, Ben.

I'll be right there.

Sakes Alive.

What are you doing
messing up the wagon like this? Well, I.

Can't seem to find that.

Packet of Jodie's letters. You?

We haven't looked at them letters
in a long while, Ben.

Might be better if we never did again.

But if the foxes. Right.

Some of those boys fathers
fought in the same battles Jodie did.

He might have known one or two of them.

And very likely

there was hundreds, even thousands of men,
and most of them places.

But if he did know him,
he might have mentioned a couple of names

in his letters.

That'd give me something to go on.

Oh, what do you mean, something to go on?

I aim to talk to some of those boys,
ask them some questions,

see if they know something.

I don't know.

Ben, you.

You know all you need to know.

Jodie's gone.

Nothing can change that.

Oh, bring them back.

Man. Moses, his only son

is entitled to more than just a black edge
telegram from the w*r Department.

He's got a right to know how it happened.

Why? He's got a right to know
who's responsible.

Everybody's responsible.

It was the w*r. Can't you understand that?

You're only torturing yourself.

You got to stop it. I can't lose twice.

Not now.

Got to find them letters.

All right, Ben,

Maybe you should.

These letters
can only get it out of your system.

Whatever you're looking for,
you won't find it there.

How can you be so all fired?

Sure, I'm sure. Because.

Because I know most of them.

Letters by heart.

It over here.

And while I didn't get shot.

I really shouldn't be here, Frank.

To wondering where I am.

So what if they do?

Girl gets to
be your age, she can take care of herself.

All right?

It's not that. It's.

It's just. PA.

PA wants to tell you
how to lead your life.

You let him do it now,

and I'll be that way forever.

She didn't used to be like this

when Jodie was alive.

I mean, she never pay
particular attention to me. Then

I don't mean
she didn't love me or anything.

It's just.

Well, if he had a son then and all

his big dreams were for him.

I guess it's different with the girl.

I guess it is.

All right.

All he's got now is mine. Me?

He needs us, Frank.

So don't think too bad of him.

Well, he hasn't gone out of his way
to be what you might call friendly.

God. Admit that

he's been acting awful strangely.

Like.

Like something
deep down inside of him was on fire.

That to burst open now.

Like a lot of folks
lost can cause of the w*r.

My own pa died in battle,

but do I go around hating everybody,
threatening

to it?

He was something special. The PA

You never seen two people as close
as they were.

This sort of beautiful in a way.

Why are you going to California, Millie?

That way you think the rainbow ends.

Better be much further.

It could go.

I hope you're right.

They are sick.

And Captain Ellis.

You think a lot of them, don't you, Frank?

That's the way I remember my own pa

up to now.

There's the finest man I've ever known.

Everybody on the trains talking about him.

I suppose he seems strange
to a lot of them.

Like anybody else.

You've got to get to know him.

It's not fair judging
a man without knowing what's driving him.

Wherever he's going.

A lot of folks don't think like that.

Looks like your father.

I guess I'd better be getting back now.

I didn't mean to offend.

You didn't?

The truth should never hurt

even though it does.

Can I.

Can I walk you back partway?

Satisfied now? No.

It was one more.

I mentioned a lot of names and places

for you. Remember?

It was the last one we got before
he was k*lled at Running Springs.

Well, it must be there someplace.

You remember we tied them all up together?

Maybe we put it someplace else.

Maybe Miller knows.

Related

melee

may think.

You better leave.

You need to hide now.

So this is what happens
the minute my back is turned to you.

The car.

We haven't done anything wrong.

Picking off the likes of him.

Shame in your own poor Mr.

Allen. You've got it all wrong.
I know what you're up to.

I got eyes in my head, haven't I?
I can see.

I don't know what you think.
You saw Mr. Al.

I warned you to stay away from her.

So we've just been talking.

I give you my word. Your word?

I suppose that something
your captain, the elder learned you.

Teaching you
to do anything you want in life.

Your way out of it by giving your word.

I might have been wrong
simply against your wishes, Mr.

Allen,

but you've got no right taking it out on
Captain Elder.

He doesn't lie.

Not even to himself. He's a good soldier.

But more important, he's a good man.

The kind who sets an example
for all of us.

I don't.

Know how any man could look up to that
tin soldier.

The Congress of the United States did

when they gave him the Medal of Honor
for leading the charge

at Running Springs.

Now, you stay there.

Paul, please don't do anything. To trouble
r*fle.

Where's my right?

What's happened. To him?

Elder He took Jodie from us.

He ordered the charge at Running Springs.

Well, yes, I know. You're right, Ben.

There was another letter
when the Jody wrote just before he was.

He mentioned Captain Heller
has been his new company commander.

And you held it from me.

You didn't tell me why. I was afraid.

Afraid of what you might
do then for your own good. I

heard

Mr. Hawkes.

Mr. Hawkes

heard.

Can I help you? Mr.

Allen got in my way.

You want Mr.

Allen

vertical,
or is Elder what you're going to do

with that r*fle?

Captain?

Elder.

What do you want, Allen?

I want to find out how it feels to m*rder
a man.

Well,
I don't know what you're talking about.

He was just a boy.

Only 19,

blond hair, clear eyes.

There wasn't anything special about him
except

he was my son.

Jody Allen.

Don't that name mean anything to you?

Should it?

You sure?

Forget Easy.

You k*lled him.

How long were the others at Running
Springs?

Running Springs?

How high?

I had no choice.

We were on route
to join the fifth Division

when I had discovered
the enemy had set up an ambush.

I knew
that our our main force was heading right

into the strongest concentration
of a*tillery I've ever seen.

I knew that they'd be annihilated unless.

Unless the enemy
could be forced to turn their g*ns.

So you led a charge.

Make sure those g*ns would be turned
on your own men.

It was a calculated risk.

I gambled the lives of 200 men
to save 2000.

And what happened, Mr. Gambler?

What happened
when you decided to play God?

Our charge had no effect.

The fifth was routed despite us.

I sacrifice 200 men with no purpose.

Those were in men to you? Well,

they were just names on our roster.

You don't even remember one of them.

I remember.

I remember how they charged.

I remember the looks on
their faces when they died.

I remember the fine shots and the screams.

Screams never stop.

You ain't going to hear him much longer.

And hawks, don't you come any closer
then, please.

Whatever you think. He stay back.

You pull that trigger, so help me out.

Look, there's
no call for you to interfere.

There's been enough bloodshed
on my account already.

Instead of giving you a court
martial for it,

I gave you a Congressional Medal of Honor
Medal.

It says you're a hero
instead of a m*rder*r.

Nobody knows better than I
how little I deserve that medal.

I couldn't refuse it,

but I could resign my commission
and try to make amends.

A little too.

Late for the men you k*lled.

But not for the sons they left behind.

Don't you see?

Sergeant Perks was the son of my executive
officer at Running Springs.

After I found him, we.

Well, he led me to two us.

That was only the beginning.

And we located seven more.

All sons of men
who had been with the Fifth

Division,
fought with us at Shiloh and Petersburg.

But you never told them what you did?

No, I never told any of them who I was or

how I wrong them,

and I couldn't explain to them
why their future was so important to me.

So I just applied

for a government land grant
and we all headed west.

So you could mold them
in your own rotten image.

You don't care anything about those kids
just trying to ease your own conscience.

Well, you're not going to do it.

Any longer.

Mister.

You don't know how close you come
to a hanging.

You're not going to see this r*fle

or any other weapon
as long as you're on this train.

Well, that won't save him.

You can take the g*n out of my hands,

but you can't take the words
out of my mouth.

I'm going to tell those kids
what he'd done to their fathers.

The truth. He's been afraid to tell them.

No, no, you can't do that.

If those boys lose, their faith in me,

everything I've worked for, hope for
and prayed

for will be destroyed.

Would have been better

if you k*lled me when you had the chance.

Oh, no.

I was wrong about that, too.

I would have been too easy, too fast

with you to suffer the way I've suffered.

I want something to eat away
at your insides.

Till a tear you apart.

And maybe you'll know
what I've been through.

What makes you think
he doesn't know already who you are?

Nobody else had a sense

Sam Elder was his own judge and jury court
martialed himself.

Court martialed himself
when he let himself off pretty easy.

And I tell those kids what he'd done.

You think any of them
will give him a chance?

If you have permission, sir.

I took the liberty
of bringing them into w*r. You.

You overstepped your authority, Sergeant.

You had no right. About what, Mr.

Allen said.

There was nothing that he could tell them

that they haven't known
since we left Independent.

I told them.

You? Yes, sir.

You see, I.

I was allowed to see my father

in the hospital before he died.

He told me what you had done.

He said you made the right decision, sir.

He was this proud to have served

under you as I am then.

And the boys?

The men knew this all the time.

Yes, sir.

And they voted down to
the last one to follow you.

Anything you'd like to add

to that, Allen? No.

Get little late

model Suggest cabinet
your men could do with some sleep.

We've got a hard trip ahead of us.

Permission to start the night Watch, sir.

Permission granted, Sergeant.

Can I send?

Goodnight, Bo.

Squad ten, check.

The men are ready to move out, sir.

Very good, Sergeant.

All right. Fall to the wagon.

Column Dismissed.

Son. Yes, sir.

I've been meaning to talk to you. Why?

About the other day?

I'm sorry about your bugle.

We thought.

Well, that is Mr.

Hawkes there. He found this.

We'd like you to have it if you want it.

Gee, thank you.

It's my tarnished.

You take care of it, Mr. Allen.

It's part of his training.

Thank you.

I never would have believed it.

They'll have all people.

Then to forgive and forget.

A man like Sam
Miller may never forget Charlie,

but at least he knows
now that he can go on trying

to make up
for what he thinks he did wrong.

I guess that's what
we all have to have a reason to go on now.

We'd better move out.

Why does he

move?