Texas Rising

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1836 Republic of Texas

The Mexican territory is home to thousands of U.S. settlers.

Tensions rise as Comanche and Karankawa

fight to keep their lands.

Outlaws roam free,

and slaves are caught in the crossfire.

Mexican General Santa Anna

battles to reclaim the land.

U.S. President Andrew Jackson

is hesitant to intervene,

and Texas has no choice

but to declare itself an independent nation.

Outnumbered, General Sam Houston's

Texas Republic Army

and Steve Austin's Ranging Company

are all that stand between Santa Anna's tyranny

and independence.

Texas in flames; the Alamo in ashes.

Pioneers, Mexicans, Tejanos,

Indians, soldiers, have no choice...

fight or die.

Viva Santa Anna!

- Viva! - Viva mi General!

- Viva Mexico! - Viva!

Viva mi General!

Vamos! Vamos!

Sister...

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They are not soldiers.

These men are pirates.

Prepárate!

Fuego!

A la derecha!

Portilla!

Your Excellency,

we find those women hiding in the crypt.

Shall I take care of them also?

Brother Almonte,

your opinion?

Let them tell their drunken General Houston

the stories of our triumph.

Excellent.

Ride to General Urrea's battalion,

and order him to attack Fort Goliad without delay.

Oh!

[militaristic drum and bugle music playing]

Got to get your rest, Sam.

You're so peaked;

you look like death eating a cracker.

General.

Any word from the rangers?

No, sir.

I have an army of untrained, undisciplined,

ill-equipped men and not enough of 'em.

That's why I can't sleep.

You got this wound 20-some odd years ago,

and it still festers?

Damn it.

Huh? Yes.

1814... Battle of Horseshoe Bend.

Musket ball.

Caught a red stick arrow in the groin there too.

Thanks to the Great Spirit, my manhood remained intact.

Little chips of splintered bone

still working their way out.

I sent Bowie to Travis with an order

to blow up the Alamo, abandon it.

I can't imagine what a trial it must be

to live with this.

Sir, Baker and Sherman

are still waiting to see you.

Much obliged.

"Here to be seen seeing me" is more like it.

Delegation's arrived to say, "Attack the Mexicans."

Huh, delegation!

Well, by God, come in this instant, if not sooner.

There's Juan Seguín too, sir.

With due regard to the urgency of your call, gentlemen,

I hope you don't mind me answering a call of my own.

General, we mean no ill regard.

We're just curious to what your plan is.

I sent Deaf Smith and his rangering company

to report on the Alamo situation.

Until I hear back,

it'd be damn stupid to fix on any plan.

There's only one plan.

Attack the Alamo.

Mosley, I think you know me better than to address me

like I'm some dumb son of a bitch.

I cannot imagine your intention

is to abandon those men, sir.

It's what Davy Crockett's promising

to keep their spirits hopeful.

Juan, how many men are we?

374...

by this morning's count.

What are our supplies?

Two days of beans, no meat,

and we're certainly short of muskets, powder, and shot.

Let me understand this.

You think we ought to attack 5,000 well-armed,

well-fed Mexican veterans supported by artillery.

We do have the element of surprise, sir.

Huh!

It does not matter how many there are.

They are only Mexicans.

Juan!

You're a fool, Mosley.

I should let Seguín here cut your tongue out.

General, what of Colonel Fannin's relief column?

George, tell them the status on Colonel Fannin.

Our courageous colonel

was on his way to the Alamo

when two wagons broke down betwixt and between.

So he decided to change course and return to Goliad.

That is all the more reason

we need to reinforce Travis and Jim Bowie.

Sam, what would your

personal compunctions lead you to do?

I will tell you what I'm not gonna do.

I'm not gonna sacrifice what little army I have

by charging pell-mell into Mexican lances.

I will not fight Santa Anna the way he wants us to fight,

nor the way you think I should.

Gentlemen,

Texas is struggling to break free

from an oppressive regime.

No.

We must fight for our independence

like George Washington and our forefathers

fought for theirs... with speed and mobility.

Fall back.

Live to fight another day.

Deaf Smith and his rangers have the right idea.

As your commander,

I will decide when the day is right to do more.

Now that you've been elucidated,

get the hell out!

General.

- Juan. - General.

If it means anything,

your amigos at the Alamo call out to me in my dreams.

Whoo!

- Whoo-hoo! - Whoo!

You still get a buck and two bits

a day working for the army?

Rangers don't work for the army, Truett.

We're working with the army.

That's right. They don't give us orders.

They offer us recommendations and suggestions.

Son, I give you a suggestion, by God,

you best know it's a damn order.