Texas Rangers

1:10:20

Don't know which
I want to do worse:

1:10:23

kill the son of
a bitch up there...

1:10:26

or go teach him
how to play.

1:10:29

Take up your pen, Mr. Dunnison.

1:10:34

No notebook, sir?

1:10:35

Take up your pen.

1:10:40

November 19.

1:10:44

I, Leander McNelly,
being of sound mind

1:10:48

do hereby bequeath
my land and property

1:10:50

to the Texas Rangers

1:10:54

to do as
they see fit.

1:10:57

The following
items excepted:

1:10:59

my Navy Colts,
field glasses

1:11:02

and books
on military strategy...

1:11:07

to Lincoln Rogers Dunnison--

1:11:11

a soldier fit to lead.

1:11:15

My Bible I would like
to be buried with.

1:11:19

That is all.

1:11:28

Sir...

1:11:29

In that fort will be
far more than 30 men.

1:11:33

They'll never expect us
to cross

1:11:35

into Mexico.

1:11:37

They'll be well-armed
and well-provisioned.

1:11:40

They've been riding
for weeks, sir.

1:11:42

It's their first night back.

1:11:43

The women, the liquor...
they'll crave sleep.