Narrator/Dr. Six Gun (3:09)
Dr. Six Gun was my friend. Me. Well, they call me Pablo. It's as good a name as any for a gypsy. I am a peddler and I have many things in my pack. There is not much of which I am proud, but there is one thing I can call Duck Six Gun my friend. This one, this black raven is also my friend amid Knight. Well, a bird that talks is no more strange than a man who sings. But let me tell you of my friend, the doctor. It was in the spring of 1871 that the wagon train came into the territory. Pennsylvania. Germans, they were, and on the whole, a respectable lot, except for one man. Well, we wandered into a camp one April morning, Midnight and I, to see what we could sell them. And there our story begins. What is it? Mr. G. Randall tells me you got a sick Indian boy in your wagon. That's right. He come stumbling into camp about 20 minutes ago, half delirious. Said his village was sick, gonna move north. You don't say. Get him out. Now, wait a minute. I said, get him out. I happen to own this wagon, Mr. Gort. And I happen to be leader of this wagon thing. We've been starving in these rocks for six months now. We can't afford sickness. Where's he? Inside. Okay, engine. On your feet. On your feet, I said. Understand? Well, he's one of them Spanish talking Mescalero Apaches. He don't savvy. He'll savvy this. Don't hit him, Cole. I'll hit him if it makes a move. Come on, now. Here, let me help you, young fella. Now, easy, easy. Let me help you, Doc. Okay, Membrano, move. Good. Can't you see he's too weak? Couple of bullets are on his feet and he'll move. Oh, okay. Maybe you've got. Please. Out of the way. Pardon me, gentlemen. Who the devil are you? My name is Pablo, sir. I am a pedlar. Get that raven away from Midnight. Midnight, come here. He will not harm you, sir. He's a pet. Write me, Ma. Did I hear him talk? Oh, Midnight does many things. Watch Midnight. Midnight, untie my sack. Look at that. I don't care if he's a genius. Keep him away till we take care of this injured. Gentlemen, please. I could not help but overhearing. The boy is sick, is he not? He'll be a lot sicker if he don't get. Perhaps I could help. I am on my way to see a friend of mine in Frenchman's Fork. A physician. I will take the Indian boy along. Well, that's mighty nice of you, stranger. And this is Midnight. My name's Willie James. This is our leader, Aaron Gord. I'm gonna round up the men folks for a meeting. See that this engine is gone before we start. Mr. James, would you help me tie the Indian boy to my mule? He seems very weak. Sure thing, Pablo. Thank you. Perhaps I will come back Here and sell some trinkets to your people. Not to this wagon train. This is a bad luck outfit. We ran out of money. Had to butcher our oxen for food. We've been stuck here six months. When winter comes, I don't know what'll happen. My wife and little girl. Well, you best be going. Perhaps I will return anyway. Adios. What's the name of this doctor friend of yours? Doc Six Gun. Oh, you've heard of him? Who hasn't? Only doctor I ever know. The pack Six shooter on his hip. He come up a few weeks ago to treat my missus. Wouldn't take a cent. Yes, that sounds like my friend. Well, sir, adios. Come along, Midnight. Excuse me, Doctor. Do you have any cure for a restless soul? Pablo, you old son of a gun, where you been? Where have I not been? How are you, old friend? Just fine. You look well. Weep before God. Laugh before people. However, come in, come in. Stay a few weeks, stay a year. Where's Midnight? Oh, at least. Here you are, you old seagull. We didn't see you in the dark. Well, Pablo, you coming? One moment, please. I have a sick Indian outside. A sick Indian? Well, why didn't you say so? Bring him in. You'll have to help me carry him. Sure, sure. All right. Here he is. Now, don't be afraid, boy. This man will help you. Easy now. Let's lift him here. All right. Put him down here. Ah. I'll hold the lantern. Why, I know this boy so. His name is Modi Pony. He's the son of an Apache chief. Let's see. What, uh. Oh. Shiris. Measles. Well, that doesn't sound so bad. Not to a white man. To an Indian, it can be as fatal as bubonic plague. Oh, he seems over the worst of it. Modi Pony. Ola. Can thou hear me? I hear thee, White Eyes. My people. What of thy people? What of sickness? How many 10 warriors have gone to their hunting grounds in so many days? The shaman, Gray Fox, urges us to leave our home and go into the snow country. My father is against it. I went for help to the camp of the White Tags. What does he say? Their medicine man wants him to go north. Why north? The only way they know to fight the measles is with freezing climate. It arrests the disease. Oh. The only trouble is that a sick tribe moving north in winter usually starves to death in roost. Something can be done, surely. Pablo, you stay here and take care of the boy. I think he'll be all right. I'll get up there and try to help his people. Maybe I can persuade him to stay. That's dangerous country. The Apaches don't trust the white man. I'll have to chance it. If I can isolate the active cases, I may be able to control it. In any case, they mustn't move off the land. That wagon train of settlers could move in and claim it under the law. That's rich country. I'll stay. I'll have to pack in a hurry. I'll need plenty of fever pills and morphine. Come on, Sage. All right, you men, quiet down. I got something important to tell you. We've been starving up here for a month. Now winter's coming, Your wives and kids are looking at you, wondering what you're gonna do, and you answer them no. All right. We need land, good farmland. If we don't get it, we starve. I'll tell you where we can get acres of the best land you ever saw. You can almost see it from here. I'm talking about the land the government give them. Stinking Apaches in the peace treaty with Cochise. They don't farm that land. All they do is hunt on it. What good is that for? I'll tell you what's good. There's an epidemic of measles in the Apache village. One of them comes stumbling into camp this afternoon. Well, I found out that their medicine man is telling them to move north off the land. That means we move in. Except. Except for one thing. There's a fella named Doc Six Gun on his way to that village to stop the epidemic. Now, the way I look at it, either we stop Doc Six Gun from reaching that village, or we die. I say stop him. Wait a minute. Listen. Listen to me. You know what you're doing? Are you willing to trade your souls for a few acres of dirt? When we left Pennsylvania to come out west, we had a dream. We wanted to be free men on our own land, beholden to nobody. What's happened to you? You can't eat dreams. This is inhuman. Listen to the streamer, men. We've had all we can stand. It's time for action. Let's go. Stop. I'll shoot the first man that moves. Willie. James, put down that gun. I mean it. I can't stand by and see this happen. How can we hold up our heads? Nice work, Luke. That's what's going to happen to anybody else. Who? Lily. Livers out. Come on. Come on, boy. Oh. Oh, boy. Who is it? Who's up on those rocks? Put up your hands. Put up your hands, I said. The next shot will be aimed at you. Okay, they're up. Five down, men. Take em. Look, get that quick gun on it yet. Right. All right. Empty your medical bag. You'll find nothing worth stealing. We ain't crooks. If you're not, why not take off those masks? I'll give the orders, doctor. Now empty that medical bag. All right, you win. Drop the stuff on the ground. Stethoscope. Narcotics. Scalpels. Needles, catgut, splints. Anything else? Just one thing. Watch this. Don't anybody move. You see that shot? The rifle right out of his hand. I carry an extra gun in my bag for emergency operations, Mr. Galt. Now take off those masks, all of you. Makes you feel a little exposed without a mask, doesn't it, gentlemen? And not quite so brave. You grown men should be ashamed of yourselves. Playing vigilante at your aid. Don't move, Gault. Now get down and pick up that stuff and put it back in my bag. Hurry up. I haven't got time to wait. Close it. Throw it here. Now, I'd suggest that none of you boys try to follow me. I'd suggest you all go home and take care of your family. Come on, Sage, let's go. Mount up, men. We're going after him. Mount up, I said. Let's go home. Let's go. You'll regret this. Shut your mouth. I'm with you, Golf.
