The War Between

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 kill 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 bitch!

I'm going kill you you son of a bitch,

I'm going to kill 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.

Killed 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,