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FLINT: This was Saint Joseph, Missouri...

Jump-off point for the wagon trains

heading west across the Overland Trail.

Like all the outfitting towns along the river,

she was really booming.

My name is Flint McCullough.

I scout for the Adams outfit.

And I was a couple of days late getting into Saint Joe.

She'd sure grown since I saw her last.

I'd found out from one of the members of the train

where they'd set up the camp.

You headed west, too?

Seems like everybody and his brother's on the move.

Yeah, the grass was comin' up good

along the Platte.

Just a long haul to California.

Ain't just across the street.

You'll want to watch out for you hair.

Last year was one of the worst for Indian trouble.

MAN: Bartender!

Be right there.

Frenchman, I think you're bluffin'.

You and that $10 you came in here with...

You pushed it pretty far.

But now I'm closin' you out.

Call.

And I raise you 200.

Well, mister... you playin'?

Or ain't you got the 200?

A fiddle?

This is a signed Stradivarius.

General Lucius Claiborne bought it in Italy.

He paid $5,000 for it.

Well, it might be worth it in Italy, but not in Saint Joe.

Let's see some money.

You will have to excuse me a moment.

Those cards stay on the table.

Certainly.

Excuse me.

Do you know who would let me have $200 for a moment...

against this?

Only one man I know who could.

That's Mr. Mark Hammond... His father.

That's him yonder readin' a paper.

He owns this place, the bank,

and nearly all the rest of Saint Joe.

Thank you.

Mr. Hammond?

I would like to borrow some money...

against this.

I buy, I don't lend.

How much?

Professor?

What about this?

This is a beautiful instrument, Mr. Hammond.

As fine as I have ever seen.

How can you even think of selling it?

I can't afford to throw in my hand.

How much does he need?

BILL: 200.

He's in. I'll buy it.

But, Mr. Hammond, the violin is...

Take it or leave it.

I'll take it.

What do you have?

Three ladies.

Just a moment.

Full house.

I hope you will consider

selling the violin back to me, Mr. Hammond.

I'll give you... $300.

Don't do it, Pa. You heard him say it was worth 5,000.

I think we'll keep it.

As you wish.

And don't try bottom-dealing around here again.

Are you suggesting that I...

I'm sayin' it, Frenchman.

You should teach your son better manners, Mr. Hammond.

Get your hands off that gun.

Go back there and tell Chuck Wooster

I said give you some.

Hey, Mr. Pettinger,

where'd you get this here old mule?

Right here in Saint Joe, Major Adams.

The man that sold it to me swore up and down

he was prime stock.

He's blind as a bat in this here eye.

What do I do know?

You paid for him yet? Yeah.

Well, ain't much you can do

except hitch him on the near side.

And you got a wheel I don't like.

Looks kind of weak. Better put another one on there.

I ain't got another one.

You ain't got...

Mr. Pettinger, if you'd have read the articles

of this wagon train when you signed them,

you'd find out that I pass on every piece of equipment before we roll.

Now, you get yourself a spare wheel before you roll.

Yes, sir.

Major Adams?

Hello, Mr. LeBec.

Is this the correct amount, Major?

That's just right.

That puts you in the wagon train, Mr. LeBec.

When do we leave?

Just as soon as we can get our stock

and the rest of the supplies out of Mr. Hammond.

Heh. Seems like Mr. Hammond

deals in practically everything, eh?

He does, pretty near. This is his town...

Make no mistake about that.

I've met the gentleman. Major, we'll be ready.

Oh, say. How many in your party?

There are three of us.

Oh, your family, I suppose?

No, no, I am escorting Miss Mary Lee Claiborne

to California.

Oh, is she some kin of yours?

She has no kin left,

except an aunt in San Francisco.

But Miss Claiborne is not traveling alone with me, Major.

She has her serving woman.

Well, you don't need to get so touch about it.

Hey, what are you... French?

My people have been in New Orleans since 1710,

if that goes back far enough for you.

Oh, Creole, huh?

And a Johnny Reb, I betcha! Ha ha ha!

I thought the war was over.

Well, you don't act much like it. I was just gonna say

that I ran into some of your Louisiana boys at Cold Harbor.

And I want to tell you, they gave us a tussle!

Thank you, Major.

I can return the compliment.

You know, it's a small world, ain't it?

Oh, say, I forgot to get you to sign these papers.

It says here that you agree

to abide by the rules of the company

and go along with the orders of the wagon master...

That's me.

Mm-hmm. Where do I sign?

Don't you want to read 'em first?

I like to accept a man's word...

until I have reason not to.

All right. Welcome to our company, Mr. LeBec.

Thank you.

Jean? I've been lookin' all over for you.

Your violin is gone.

This is Major Adams. Miss Claiborne.

How do you do, ma'am?

It's sure gonna be a pleasure

to have you on this crossing.

Thank you, Major. I'm not sure we've got enough money...

Oh, don't you worry about that.

Mr. LeBec here has taken care of it. All paid for.

Where'd you get the money?

I won it in a card game.

You sold the violin!

Is there anything else you wanted to discuss, Major Adams?

No, not that I can think of.

In that case, you will excuse us, won't you?

Sure, sure thing.

Morning, Seth. Morning, Mark.

Ready to deal?

Well, I've been waitin' for you.

Pick it out... Horses, mules, oxen.

All in the pen there. Just name in.

Aw, come on, now, Mark. Where's your good stuff?

Why, these culls here looks like they're ready for the bone yard.

You're not gonna try and beat the price

by runnin' down my stock, are you, Seth?

You know there's none better on the river.

Oh, Mark. Look at that little bay mare there.

She'd take one look at one of my wagons,

and she'd drop dead in the traces.

Oh, I don't know. From where I'm sittin',

she looks pretty sound.

MAJOR: McCullough, you're late!

You should've been here two days ago.

Doesn't look like I kept you waitin' any.

You're nowhere near gettin' underway

if you're still haggling over stock.

McCullough... McCullough...

I've heard that name before.

I'm Mark Hammond.

I reckon I've heard of you, too.

I figured I'd ride on into town.

I want to take a look at it.

I'll see you at the camp at 3:00 sharp.

I'll try not to be late.

Heh. Pretty ringy, isn't he?

You might have a tough time breaking in that young colt.

Oh, we'll get along all right.

I like 'em spunky. Heh heh.

Let's get to these culls of yours.

Come on, Mark.

I understand a gentleman sold a violin in here.

I wonder if you could tell me who purchased it, please.

Oh, yes, ma'am. That was Mr. Hammond.

But, miss, you oughtn't to be in a place like this.

Now, don't go scaring the lady.

I'm Bill Hammond.

What about that fiddle?

Would you consider selling it?

Well, that depends. It's worth a lot of money.

So is this.

Hmm. Pretty fancy.

It was my mother's... made especially for her in Paris.

Could be, but what would I want with it?

You could sell it much easier than a violin.

I don't know. I was kind of thinking

I might like to learn to play that thing myself.

Dave, could you picture me sawin' on that fiddle,

callin' the squares?

That'd be something.

This is nothing to joke about, Mr. Hammond.

Why are you so anxious to get that fiddle?

Because Mr. LeBec only sold it to pay my passage west,

and he had no right to do it.

The Frenchman?

You mean it wasn't his to sell?

Well, of course it was, but...

I'm listening.

Well, that violin is...

It's not just a piece of wood.

Why, it's his whole life.

It's what he is.

Funny. He didn't seem to care much

when he threw it in the pot.

No, but he does.

It's only because he was away at war

for four long years.

And when he tried to play again,

some of the magic was gone out of his fingers.

Oh, I wish I could make you understand.

You're kind of batty over that foreigner, aren't you?

Just tell me what you want for the violin.

Well, we just might strike a bargain...

if you're so anxious.

Let me go! That's no way to act!

Leave her alone.

You man enough to make me?

You ain't goin' yet. I'll handle this.

I should've taken care of you before.

Now, get set to draw.

He has no gun! Pat, give him yours.

Wait a minute, Bill...

I said give it to him!

Don't touch it, Jean.

Go back to the camp, Mary Lee, please.

Won't somebody stop them?!

You scared, Frenchman?

My old man ain't here this time to call me off.

Come on, you bottom-dealing fiddle player!

Give me the gun.

Hold it, mister.

He shot Bill. He murdered him.

It's a fair fight.

That's right, Choate. The man only fired

after Bill shot first.

Well, Marshal, if you gotta have it legal,

maybe we'd better send him to a jury.

I'm ready.

Wait a minute.

From what I hear, anybody that crosses a Hammond in this town

is not gonna get a fair trial.

If the Marshal here says it was self-defense,

that ought to be enough for anybody.

Ain't you even gonna hold him?

No, the man's right.

And I want no trouble from you, Choate.

I'm sorry, Jean. It was all my fault.

It's all right, Mary Lee.

Don't think you've heard the last of this.

Wait till Mr. Hammond learns about it.

Just wait.

Well, hello, Mark. What are you doin' out here?

Seth, my boy was shot.

He's dead.

What?

How'd it happen?

Murdered.

Shot by someone in your train.

Oh, I'm real sorry, Mark.

Who done it? You know his name?

I've seen him. He's a Frenchman.

A fiddle player.

LeBec?

He shot my boy down in cold blood.

MAJOR: Are you sure?

I was there. I saw him do it.

Wooster! Yes, sir.

Go get LeBec! Right, Major.

Mark, I've been friends with you too long

to try to say how I feel.

But I'm real sorry.

After Martha died,

he was all I had left.

All I did, everything I ever built,

was for him.

MAJOR: I know, Mark.

I know exactly how you feel.

You wanted to see me, Major?

Mr. Hammond here wants to talk to you.

You killed my son.

I am sorry he's dead, Mr. Hammond, but...

any man has a right to defend himself.

Choate up here tells it a little different.

Well, then he's lying.

I don't lie. All right, Choat.

LeBec, I don't hold with killers in my wagon train.

But I'm willing to hear your side of it.

All I can tell you is what happened.

Bill Hammond took a shot at me,

and I fired back.

Did Bill shoot first?

He sure did.

MAJOR: Were you there? Did you see it?

Yeah, I saw it.

It's still the Frenchman's fault.

Bill was just having himself a little fun.

The Marshal didn't think so.

Marshal? You didn't tell me the Marshal was there.

I don't care whether the Marshal was there or not.

This man murdered my son, and I aim to see that he hangs for it.

Well, I'm sorry, Mark,

but I think I'd like to hear both sides of this story.

You turnin' against me?

You ought to know better than that.

I'm not arguin', Seth, I'm tellin' you!

Either you turn this man over to me,

or none of your wagons leave Saint Joe.

Mark, I know you're a big man here in this town,

but you ain't that big.

Just try me and see.

Hyah!

I think you'll find everything there.

A man needs his right smart bit of supplies

taking his family on a long trip like this.

Costs plenty.

Oh, and, uh...

throw in a couple of sticks of that striped candy.

I'm afraid I can't fill the order.

Not till Mr. Hammond says so.

Hammond? Does he own this store, too?

He owns the building.

I'd like to help you. I just don't dare.

Where else can we go?

You might try Kansas City.

Kansas City?! That's three days from here!

Just a minute.

No charge.

Did you say you were with the Adams outfit?

That's right.

Well, take your critter and get out of here.

Hey, you can't do this. He'll go lame!

I said go away!

No! Now, wait!

You see that? What's the matter with him?

What's goin' on here? I was sittin' in the barber chair,

minding my own business.

Should never have told him you were with Adams.

Can't blame these people. It's Hammond.

Closed the whole town to us.

Well, we gotta have supplies.

Nobody's ready to take out yet.

Who'd have thought?

One man could keep a whole train from rollin'.

That Frenchman.

You lookie here, Mr. LeBec...

You leave that greasin' job alone.

This ain't no kind of work for you. Look at your hands.

Never mind my hands.

Why did you let Miss Mary Lee

go into town alone like that, huh?

You just try and stop her.

That child... there's no holding her back

when she sets her mind to somethin'.

I'm sorry, Jean.

I just shouldn't have gone into that place.

Well, you cannot help what happened.

Let's leave this train, get out of this town,

before there's real trouble.

No. I am taking you west,

and this is the only way we can afford to go.

Oh, Jean... Please, Mary Lee.

Let's not start this all over again, huh?

Why not? Why must I go to someone in San Francisco

I hardly know?

She's your aunt.

And the only family you have now.

I don't think I even remember what she looks like.

What am I gonna do up there anyway?

You are going to have the kind of life

you were brought up to,

the life you were meant for,

the kind your father would've wanted you to have.

And what about you, Jean?

What have you got planned for yourself?

Oh, I'll find something...

like a million others who are in the same boat

now that the fighting is over.

Jean, you absolutely make me sick!

You don't have to find anything.

You've always had it.

You still think there is any music left in these?

All right. So you can't play quite the way you did.

You'll still be better than most.

You could still touch the hearts of the people.

Can't I get this through to you?

I'd rather be a first-rate anything

than a second-rate musician.

Every one of these people who go west

leaves something behind.

Well, I am leaving music.

Oh, I'll find something.

What, I am not sure, but...

I'll find something.

You know you can't live without music.

What I can't live with or without

is no concern of yours, Mary Lee, or anyone else.

It's my own business.

Then why do you bother with me at all?

The last time I saw your father,

I gave him my word I'd see you get to California.

Well, you're forgetting, Mr. LeBec...

I'm not a child anymore.

And if I can handle myself alone

on the plantation when the Yankee soldiers came,

I don't need you to help me find an aunt

in San Francisco.

I owe your father a debt. I intend to pay it

Well, not this way.

I'm not some kind of an I.O.U.

And if that's the way you feel...

you're free to go.

Very well.

And I couldn't get anything!

All I can say is, something's gotta be done about it.

Well, there's the Major!

Let's go talk to him.

Major Adams!

We don't think it's right

that the whole outfit should suffer because of one man.

We've come here from all over.

We've sold everything... Our homes, our farms.

We've staked it all on going west.

You know yourself, Major, if we don't hit the trail soon,

winter will set in before we get out of the mountains.

Just a goldarn minute.

Every man jack of you, when you signed on this wagon train,

got my personal word in writing

that I'd do my level best

to protect your life and your property.

If I turn LeBec over to Hammond like you want,

what good is that word?

It ain't worth a continental.

Next time it might be you I turn my back on.

Or you, Pettinger. Or you, Kennedy.

You won't have to turn your back on anyone, Major.

I am sure everyone here will be relieved to know

I've decided to leave the train.

MAJOR: Listen, if you're pullin' out

on account of somethin' you heard here...

No, no, my reasons are purely personal.

Whatever's in your mind, I don't know,

but I want you to remember that I didn't ask you to do this.

I know that, Major, and I appreciate it.

But I have nothing to keep me here now,

and I don't want to jeopardize the lives of the others.

Well, does that satisfy you?

May I see you alone?

Sure, let's go over to my wagon.

These goldarn civilians...

There's no dealin' with them.

Why, when the Major and me was in the Army together,

we'd have court-marshaled the lot of them.

What you got in this stew, Wooster?

Rabbit. Why?

Tastes like somethin' I ate in a Cheyenne Village.

Yeah, what was that? Boiled rattlesnake.

I want you to know I was the best cook in the whole company.

You don't believe me, you just ask the Major.

You was what? Cook.

Heh heh. Never mind.

Go take a look at my horse, will you?

I think he's got a loose shoe on the right front foot.

Hi, LeBec.

Where's Miss Claiborne?

They're leavin' us.

That's what I wanted to talk to you about, Major.

Go ahead, you can talk in front of him.

I would like to arrange with you

for Miss Claiborne to go on to California.

Alone, with just that servant woman?

I thought perhaps you could find someone who could drive her.

What about you?

Where do you think you'll be going?

Oh, I don't know yet.

It doesn't matter, really.

It matters to Mark Hammond.

The minute you leave this camp,

his men are gonna grab you and hang you.

Take a look.

They started drifting in about an hour ago.

He's got 'em spotted all over the place.

I never figured Mark Hammond to go that far.

He must be out of his head.

Well, I suppose you've got your reasons for wantin' to leave,

but there's just no sense in you stickin' your neck in a noose.

That's a risk I'll have to take.

All I want to know is, will you see that Miss Claiborne

gets safely to California?

That I'll do. But if you're gonna get away,

we ought to at least figure out how you're gonna do it.

What do you suggest?

I got an idea, Major.

Shoot.

Here we are. Here's the river.

And here's Kansas.

Now, Hammond may have a pretty long arm,

but it doesn't reach that far.

They're liable to figure that you'd try something like this,

so I suggest that we wait around until after dark,

and then...

make the move.

What do you mean, "we"?

Why should become involved in this?

If I can get you out of here, LeBec,

Hammond won't have any reason to hold up the train.

And helping to keep that wagons rolling...

That's what I get paid for, right, Major? Right.

You're not very good at lying.

Either one of you.

But I would be very foolish if I refused.

All right, McCullough,

I am grateful for your company.

What'll we do without you, Mr. Jean?

It just won't be the same.

I will miss you, too, Granny Simms.

Will you give this to Mary Lee?

And, uh...

here is a little money.

Buy yourself a nice, pretty shawl

when you get to San Francisco.

Thank you, Mr. Jean.

You've got to take good care of her.

I'm counting on you.

MARY LEE: Jean?

All right. Don't you worry.

I'll take good care of her.

Hello.

Were you going to leave without even saying a word?

I thought we both said all there was to say.

I'm sorry for what I did say.

Why? You were perfectly right.

For some reason, I always kept forgetting

that you are a grown woman now.

You don't need anyone...

Don't go, please.

But I have made all the arrangements with Major Adams.

He promised to take care of everything,

and he will.

What is it you can't face?

What is it that you're really running away from?

You know perfectly well why I have to leave.

As long as I remain here,

all these people will suffer needlessly

for something that I did.

Surely you understand that I can't allow this to go on.

You're lying.

And you know you are.

But if that's the way you want it...

LeBec... you ready?

Yes.

It seems quiet enough.

I had Wooster spot a couple of horses

down on the draw for you there.

Just follow it on out, it leads right to the river.

Thank you, Major Adams... for everything.

Guess you'd better take this with you.

You might need it.

I'll be back, Major.

Keep your eyes open.

I'll keep you covered from here.

They'll be watching the river here,

so we'll make the crossing further south.

Did you hear that?

That could be the Frenchman. Come on.

We'll cross the river right here

before they realize they made their mistake.

You know how to swim?

Not a stroke.

Well, your horse does. Come on.

Good morning, Mark.

Kind of early for that stuff, ain't it?

What do you want here?

Just came in to tell you you can call off your war.

LeBec's gone.

What do you mean?

Pulled out sometime during the night.

You're lyin'.

Well, you can come and search my wagons,

or anything you want to.

He couldn't have gotten past Dave Choate.

Unless you helped him.

Is this your doing, Seth?

What difference does it make?

The man's gone, Mark.

Seth, you made a mistake

if you thought you could outfox me.

I'm gonna make you sorrier

than you've ever been in your life.

You and everybody else in that wagon train!

This is my town!

And I'm gonna keep you here till you rot.

Mark, I told you I was sorry

when you lost your boy, and I meant it.

But come to your senses, will you?

There's a lot of innocent people in that wagon train.

They done nothin' to you.

They killed my son!

LeBec killed your son.

I see there's no use talkin' to you now.

But you listen to me, Mark Hammond.

I'm pullin' my wagon train out of here.

We're comin' in to get our stock and supplies

and we're leavin'.

Even if I have to shoot my way out, we're leavin'.

Whoa.

My hunch was right.

I figured they crossed last night.

Well, they can't be too far.

The blood on this thing is still fresh.

Anything else you'll be needing, mister?

No, I don't think so.

Just holler if you do. I'll be outside.

Thanks.

Why didn't you tell me that you got nicked?

It didn't seem worth bothering with.

Doesn't seem to matter much to you

whether you live or die.

Didn't you ever have the feeling

that it didn't make too much difference?

Heh heh. No, sir, not me.

It seems to me I spent most of my life

trying to stay alive.

But, then, I never let myself get all tied up in knots

over a woman, either.

Oh, that's what you think my trouble is?

Uh-huh.

You can tell yourself if you want to

that it's not playing the violin.

The thing that's eating you is Mary Lee Claiborne.

If you don't mind, McCullough,

I'd rather we talked about something else.

You know, I like you, LeBec.

You're as game as they come.

You're not afraid of anything.

Except maybe facing up to the truth.

A lot you know.

I have done nothing else,

from the time I got out of the Army.

And you still say you don't love her?

Certainly I love her.

I have been in love with her

since I was 12,

when my father first took me to their house

to let the general hear me play.

We never had much money.

My father was a musician at the New Orleans Opera.

But when I saw the general's house...

An impression like that

stays with you for a long time, McCullough.

The servants, the polished floors,

the gilded mirrors.

And the little girl...

dressed in pink.

The general loved music,

and when my father died, he took me in.

He sent me to Rome to study.

I always knew I had no right to hope.

But I was in love.

I dreamed of returning someday...

A great musician, rich and famous...

And ask her to marry me.

Well, the war took care of that.

The war took care of a lot of things.

Including the floors and the mirrors.

Oh, I'm not giving up, McCullough.

There are other ways to earn a living

besides music, you know.

And when I have found one...

Look, what if she doesn't give a hoot?

What if she just loves you...

just the way you are?

All the more reason why I should get out of her life.

I hope you know what you're doing, LeBec.

Not a sound out of you.

We know they're here. We found their horses.

Are they inside?

Tell them to come out.

Feel better?

Fine, thank you.

FARMER: Hey! Will you lend me a hand for a minute?

Be right out!

If you think Hammond's gonna let that train roll

'cause you got away...

you don't know Mark Hammond.

I don't think there's much you can do for him,

but you might try and help him.

Well, your way is clear now, LeBec.

Are you going straight back to town?

Yeah. If Choate here is right about Hammond,

the Major's apt to have some trouble.

Good luck to you, LeBec.

McCullough. Yeah?

I'd like to come along, if you don't mind.

What for?

Would you go on

if you knew that all those people

might never get west because of you?

Let's ride.

I think you men know that I've given Mark Hammond

every chance to back down if he was gonna do it.

I'm not a man of violence.

But I think the time has come for a showdown

if we're gonna get this wagon train rollin'. Are you with me?

ALL: Yeah!

Go get your guns,

and we'll go get our supplies. Hurry it up.

Just what do you think you're doin', Major?

If Mark Hammond does close this town to us,

my people can't buy a thing.

We don't get our supplies and get on the trail,

we'll never get across the mountains till the snow flies.

Now, I mean to pull my wagon train out of here tomorrow morning,

and nobody's gonna stop me.

Neither you nor Hammond.

I'd sure like to be on your side.

But I gotta be against you if you're gonna use force.

You heard him, Seth.

I heard.

But you're the one that caused this, Mark.

You're the one man that can stop it.

If you don't, there's gonna be a lot of bloodshed here.

And it'll be on your hands.

I wouldn't try anything if I were you.

Better have a look around.

I would be within my rights, wouldn't I, Marshal?

A man's got the right to protect his property.

You know that, Major.

You're whipped, Seth.

You've got just one minute

to get your men and get out of here.

I am the man you want, Mr. Hammond.

You have nothing against these people.

Is this some kind of a trick?

All I am asking is that you let them have the things they need.

Are you that anxious to get hanged?

Well, Mr. Hammond? Is it a deal?

All right, Seth. Get your stuff

and get out of town.

Now, wait a minute, LeBec.

You know what you're headin' into, don't you?

Do it my way, Major. Please.

A lot of people can get hurt here.

You don't want that to happen

any more than I do.

He's right, Major.

Mark, this ain't my last trip to Saint Joe.

When I get back here, if I find LeBec didn't get a fair trial,

you're gonna answer to me.

And that goes for you, too, Marshal.

Don't worry. He'll have his trial.

Go ahead, men. Get your supplies.

Well, if it isn't the little old Marshal.

Sit down, have a drink.

No, thanks. There's the keys to the jail.

There's my badge.

What's the matter with you?

I did everything according to the law.

That killer had a fair trial.

Twelve good men and true found him guilty.

You know what kind of a trial that was.

The jury could hardly wait

to bring in the verdict you wanted.

If that's justice, I want no part of it.

But before I go,

I don't mind tellin' you that someday...

somebody's gonna get the truth through to you.

Adams, McCullough, me...

We can't all be wrong.

And that fella LeBec...

He's got honor.

Which is more than I can say

about anybody else that comes from this town.

Good riddance.

I don't know why I kept him around

as long as I did.

What'd you stop for, Professor?

Come on! Let's have a tune.

Or don't you think I should hang the murderer, either?

Hey, Pat!

What about this empty bottle?

What's the matter with you?

Now what?

I believe there's someone to see you.

Who?

Mr. Hammond?

I, uh...

It's because of me that your son was killed.

You came over here to tell me that?

It wasn't Jean's fault that any of this happened.

He killed my son.

Did you ever lose someone

you'd lived your whole life for?

You know what that means?

Yes, Mr. Hammond.

I know what that means.

And I may know soon again.

That's why I don't want you to kill an innocent man.

Don't tell me he's innocent! He's guilty!

You're trying awfully hard

to convince yourself of that, aren't you?

Get this woman out of here! I don't want to talk to her.

You'd better go, miss.

I will, I'll go.

They didn't allow me to see Jean.

And I wondered if you'd tell him that...

That I always loved him.

Get out!

It's eatin' you, isn't it?

You know it is.

Aw, I shouldn't have let him do it.

I knew what kind of a trial he'd get.

It's the only thing you could do, Major.

The whole outfit would've got shot up out in that street.

If I didn't have to answer to their wives and kids,

I'd round up some of our men and go get him.

Major?

Sometimes a lot of men just get in each other's way.

You figure we could pull this off... just the two of us?

Only one way to find out.

Well, come on.

HAMMOND: You hear those hammers, Frenchman?

They're building a gallows for you.

Doesn't that bother you any?

I could hear them just as well in your jail.

You know, I saw your girl.

I liked her.

She reminded me of my wife.

Doesn't it mean anything to you

that you'll never see her again?

When my wife died,

I stayed drunk for a whole month.

Don't you love this girl?

Don't want to talk, eh?

Well, she didn't mind.

You know what she told me?

What?

Sit down.

It's gonna be a long time till sunup.

Have a drink.

What did she tell you?

First I want you to tell me something.

Why'd you give yourself up?

Didn't you know it'd break her heart?

What's that to you?

Nothin'.

But why would anyone

throw away the love of a woman like that

for a pack of total strangers?

Is that what she told you?

Why didn't you marry her when you had the chance?

I had no chance.

When I was in love with my wife,

nothin' would've stopped me.

LeBec...

I've met a lot of fools,

but you take the prize.

They've stopped the hammering out there.

Do we have to wait till morning?

Take it easy.

You've caused me a lot of grief.

You took the life of my son...

Seth Adams, the best friend I ever had.

It's all your fault?

I'd give anything, Mr. Hammond,

to undo what's happened.

That can't be done.

Maybe if my wife had lived a little longer

and hadn't died so young,

things would've been different.

Maybe my boy wouldn't have...

grown up to what he was.

I want you to know one thing, Mr. Hammond.

I didn't look for trouble with your son.

You don't have to tell me that.

I already knew it.

Uhh!

What's goin' on here?

Get 'em up, Mark! I mean it!

What the devil are you doing here?

We want LeBec, and we want him alive.

Oh, put your guns away, Seth. That's all been decided.

LeBec! Come on out here!

A couple of your friends want to be sure

I haven't hanged you.

All right, Seth, there's your Frenchman.

You can take him on one condition.

You see that he marries that girl,

or I will hang him.

You understand what our life will be like?

What I earn with my two hands

is what we will have.

I never asked for more.

They tell me that California is a beautiful place.

Mark Hammond wanted you to have this thing.

Will you thank him for me, Major?

I sure will.

Well, come on, Major. Let's get this train rolling!

Don't tell me what to do!

Wagons ho!