:38:03
- What's all this?
- Are you all right?
:38:06
I got a cold, doctor.
I had a nip.
:38:08
To the guardhouse, Quincannon!
Quick step! March!
:38:15
Watch the steps, ma'am.
:38:17
Aren't you ashamed?
Eight of you picking on one man?
:38:21
- Only seven, ma'am.
- Forward, yo!
:38:33
All right, I get it. Ten days
in the guardhouse and no charges.
:38:38
Can't you make it two weeks?
Till he retires?
:38:41
A man with a thirst like that...
:38:44
...couldn't get by on less
than a sergeant's pension.
:38:48
I'll give you my word,
he'll retire as top soldier.
:38:52
Thanks, Mac.
:38:54
Well, on my way. Goodbye, Mac.
:39:00
Say goodbye to Abby!
:39:05
He'll do no such thing.
:39:07
"Goodbye" is a word we don't use in
the cavalry. Till our next post, dear.
:39:13
Could I haul off
and kiss you too, captain?
:39:35
- Goodbye, doc.
- Goodbye, Nathan.
:39:39
And may the road be kind to you.
:39:57
Signal smokes. War drums. Feathered
bonnets against the Western sky.