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People did not give it credence that
a young girl could leave home.

And go off in the winter time
to avenge her father's blood.

But it did happen.

I was just fourteen years of age when a coward
by the name of Tom Chaney shot my father down.

And robbed him of his life, and his horse.

And two California gold pieces that he carried
in his trouser band.

Chaney was a hired man.

And Papa had taken him up to fort Smith
to help lead back a string of mustang ponies he'd brought.

In town, Chaney had followed to drink.

And cards, and lost all his money.

He got it into his head he was being cheated.

And went back to the boarding house
for his Henry Rifle.

When Papa tried to intervene.

Chaney shot him.

Chaney fled.

He could have walked his horse.

For not a soul in that city could
be bothered to give chase.

No doubt Chaney fancied himself, scott free.

But he was wrong.

You must pay for everything in this world,
one way or another.

There is nothing free.

Except the grace of God.

Is that the man?

That is my father.

If you would like to kiss him,

It would be all right.

He's gone home.

Praise the Lord.

Why is it so much?

The quality of the casket.

And of the embalming.

The life like appearance requires time and art.

And the chemicals come dear,
the particulars are in your bill.

If you'd like to kiss him, It would be all right.

Thank you, the spirit has flown.

Your wire said fifty dollars.

You did not specify that
he was to be shipped.

Well sixty dollars is every cent we have.
It leaves nothing for our board.

Yarnell you can see to the body's transport
to the train station, and accompany it home.

I'll will have to sleep here tonight.

I still have to collect father's things
and see to some other business.

Your mama didn't say nothing about you
settling no business here.

It is business mama doesn't know about.
It's all right Yarnell, I dismiss you.

I am not sure.

Tell mama not to sign anything until I return home
and see that Papa is buried in his Mason's apron.

Your terms are agreeable, if I might
pass the night here.

Here, among these people?

-These people?
-I'm expecting three more souls.

Sullivan, Smith, and His-tongue-in-the-rain.

Ladies and gentlemen, beware.

And train up your children
in the way that they should go.

You see what has become of me.

Because of drink.

I killed a man.

In a triffiling quarrel over a pocket knife.

If I had received good instruction as a child...

Can you point out the sheriff?

Him with the moustaches.

I would be with my wife and children today.
I do not know what is to become of them.

But I hope and pray that she will not slight them,

and compel them to go into low company.

Well.

I killed the wrong man, as the which-of-why I'm here.

Had I killed the man I meant to. I don't
believed I'd a been convicted.

I see men out there in that crowd,
that's worse than me.

Okay.

Indian: Before I am hanged,
I would like to say. Although...

Naw, we ain't arrested him.

Ain't caught up to him, he lit
out for the territory.

I would think that he's thrown in with
Lucky Ned Pepper, who's gang robbed a

mail hack yesterday on the Poteau river.

Well, why are you not looking for him?

I have no authority in the Indian Nation.

Tom Chaney is the business of the U.S Marshall�s now.

When will they arrest him?

Not soon, I'm afraid, the Marshall�s are not well staffed.

And I'll tell you, frankly, Chaney's at the
end of a long list of fugitives and malefactors.

Could I hire a Marshall to pursue Tom Chaney?

You have a lot of experience with
bounty hunters, do you?

That is a silly question. I am here
to settle my father's affairs.

-All alone.
-Well I am the person for it.

Mama was never any good at sums.
And she could hardly spell 'cat'.

I intend to see Papa's killer hanged.

Well, nothing prevents you from offering a
reward and so informing the Marshall�s.

You�d have to pay real money though, to be persuasive.

Sheriff: Chaney's across the river, in Choctaw nation.

I will see to the money.
Who's the best Marshall?

I'd have to weigh that.

William Waters, is the best tracker.

He's half Comanche, and it is something
to see him cut for signs.

The meanest, is Rooster Cogburn.

He is a pitiless man. Double tough.
Fear don't enter into his thinking.

Hmm, he loves to pull cork.

The best is probably, L.T. Quinn.

He brings his prisoners in alive.

Now he may let one slip by,

Now and again, but he believes that even the
worst of men, is entitled to a fair shake.

Where can I find this, Rooster?

The jakes is occupied.

I know it is occupied Mr. Cogburn.
As I said, I have business with you.

I have prior business.

You've been at it for quite some time,
Mr. Cogburn.

There is no clock on my business.

The hell with you. How did you stalk me here?

The sheriff told me to look in the saloon.

The saloon had referred me here, we must talk.

Women ain't allowed in the saloon.

I was not there as a customer.
I am fourteen years old.

The jakes is occupied.

Will be for some time.

Good evening.

If you would like to sleep in a coffin,
I would be honored.

How much are you paying for cotton?

Nine and a half, for low and middlin'
and ten for ordinary.

We got most of ours out early,

and sold to the Woodson brothers in
Little Rock for eleven cents.

Then I suggest you take the balance of it
to the Woodson brothers.

I did take the balance to Woodson.

We got ten and a half.

Why'd you come here to tell me this?

I thought we might shop around up here
next year but I guess we're doing all right in Little Rock.

I'm Mattie Ross.

Daughter of Frank Ross.

Aw, tragic thing.

May I say, your father impressed me.

With his manly qualities. He was a close trader,
but he acted a gentleman.

My proposal was to sell those ponies back to
you, that my father brought.

Well that I fear, is out of the question.

I will see that they are shipped to
you, at my earliest convenience.

We don't want the ponies now,
we don't need them.

Well that hardly concerns me. Your
father brought the ponies, and paid for them.

And there's an end to it. I have the bill of sale.

And I want $300 for Papa's saddle horse that
was stolen from your stable.

You'll have to take that up with the
man who stole the horse.

Tom Chaney stole the horse
while it was in your care.

You were responsible.

Yeah, I admire your sand.

But I believe you will find I'm not
liable for such claims.

You were the custodian.

If you were a bank that were robbed. You could not
simply tell your depositors to go hang.

I do not entertain hypotheticals.
The world as it is vexing enough.

Secondly your evaluation of the horse is high.

By about two hundred dollars.
How old are you?

If anything, my purse is low.

My Judy is a fine racing mare.

I've seen her jump an eight-rail fence
with a heavy rider. I am fourteen.

Oh, it's all very interesting.

The ponies are yours, take them.

Your father's horse was stolen
by a murderous criminal.

I have provided reasonable protection for the creature
as per our implicit agreement.

My watchman had his teeth knocked out,
and can take only soup.

I will take it to law.

You have no case.

Lawyer J. Noble Daggett of Dardanell Arkansas

May think otherwise. As might a jury.

Petitioned by a widow and three small children.

I will pay two hundred dollars to your fathers estate.

When I have in my hand
a letter from your lawyer,

absolving me of all liability from the beginning
of the world to today.

I'll take two hundred dollars for Judy,

plus one hundred for the ponies.

And twenty five dollars for the grey horse
that Tom Chaney left.

He was easily worth, forty.

That is three hundred and twenty five dollars, sold.

The ponies have no part in it.
I will not buy them.

And the price for Judy is three hundred
and twenty five dollars.

I would not pay three hundred and twenty
five dollars for winged Pegasus.

As for the grey horse,
it does not belong to you.

The grey horse was lent to Tom Chaney
by my father.

Chaney only had the use of him.

I would pay two hundred and twenty five dollars.

And keep the grey horse.

I don't want the ponies.

I can't accept that.

There will be no settlement after I leave this
office. It will go to law.

All right, this is my last offer.

Two hundred and fifty dollars.

For that I get the release, previously discussed.

And I keep your father's saddle.

The grey horse is not yours to sell.

The saddle is not for sale. I will keep it.

My Lawyer Dagget will prove ownership of the grey horse.

-He will come after you with a rit of replevin.
-A what?

-Rit of replevin.
-All right, now look, look. Listen very carefully.

As I will not bargain further.

I will take the ponies back, and the
grey horse. Which is mine.

And settle...

For three hundred dollars. Now you must
take that or leave it.

And I do not much care which it is.

My Lawyer Daggert would not wish me to consider
anything under three hundred and twenty five dollars.

But I will settle for three hundred and twenty.

If I am given the twenty in advance.

Now here's what I have to say
about that saddle.

Mrs. Floyd: Frank Ross's daughter.

Oh, poor child.

Oh, oh child.

Now you going to stay with us, or
you hurrying back home to your momma?

Mattie: I'll stay here, if you can have me.

I just had my stay at the undertakers.

In the company of three corpses.

I felt like Ezekiel.

In valley of the dry bones.

Then, God bless you.

Now you will be rooming with,
Grandma Turner.

We've had to double up, with all the people
in town come to see the hanging.

Mrs. Floyd: This was in your poor father's room.

That is everything.

There are no light fingers in this house.

If you need something for to
tote the gun around?

I can give you an empty flour sack for a nickel.

Well what did you see when you arrived?

A woman, was out in the yard.

Dead with blow flies on her face.

An old man was inside with his breast blown
open by a scatter gun. His feet burned.

He was still alive, but just was. Said those
two Wharton boys had done it.

-Rode up, drunk.
-Objection.

Hearsay.

Dying declaration, your honor.

Objection's overruled.
Proceed Mr. Cogburn.

Now them two Wharton boys, Odus
and C.C. throwed down on him.

Asked him where his money was,
when he wouldn't tell them.

They lit pine knots, held them to his feet.

He told them the money was in the fruit jar.

Under a grey rock at the corner of the smoke house.

And then?

Well he died on us, passed
away in considerable pain.

What'd you do then?

Me and Marshall Potter
went out to the smoke house.

And that rock had been moved, the
jar with the money in it was gone.

- Objection, speculative.
-Sustained.

You found a flat grey rock,
in the corner of the smoke house.

With a hollowed out space there.

If the prosecutor is going to give evidence,
I suggest he be sworn.

Mr. Cogburn. What did you find, if anything,
in the corner of that smokehouse?

Found a flat grey rock with a hollowed
out space under it, nothing there.

-Well what did you...?
-No jar or nothing.

What did you do then?

Well, rode up to the Wharton's near where
the north fork strikes the Canadian....

What did you find?

...branch of the Canadian.

I had my glass, spotted them two boys
and their old daddy Aaron.

Down in the creek bank with some hogs.

They killed a shoat.

Had a fire built up under a wash pot
for scalding water.

What'dja do?

Announced we was U.S. Marshall�s, I hollered
out to Aaron.

I needed to talk to his two boys.

He raised an axe.

Commenced to cussing us and blackguarding this court.

Barlow: What did you do then?

I backed away from the axe.

Tried to talked some sense into him.

While this was going on C.C. he edges over
to the wash pot there, behind the steam.

Picks up a shot gun.

Potter seen him, but it was to late.

C.C. Wharton pulled out on
Potter with one barrel.

Turned to do the same for me and I shot him.

And the old man raised the axe.

And I shot him.

Odus lit out, and I shot him.

C.C. Wharton and Aaron Wharton was dead when
they hit the ground, but Odus was just winged.

Barlow: Did you find the jar with a
hundred and twenty dollars in it?

-Leading.
-Sustained.

What happened then?

Found a jar with a hundred and twenty dollars in it.

What became of Odus Wharton?

There he sits.

You may ask, Mr. Goudy.

Thank you Mr. Barlow.

Mr. Cogburn.

In your four years as a U.S. Marshall.

How many men have you shot?

Never shot nobody that didn't ask for it.

Well that was not the question.

How many?

Shot or killed?

Let us restrict it to "killed", so that
we may have a manageable figure.

About twelve.

Fifteen stopping men in flight,
defending myself, et cetera.

Around twelve he says.

Or fifteen.

So many, you cannot keep
a precise count.

Goudy: I have examined the records, and can
supply the accurate figure.

Uhh...

I believe them two Wharton boys
makes it twenty three.

And how many members of this one family,

the Wharton family, have you killed?

-Immediate or..
-Did you also shoot Dub Wharton, brother?

And Clete Wharton, half brother.

Well Clete was selling ardent spirits to the Cherokee.
He come at me with a king bolt

A King bolt?

You are armed, and he advanced upon you.

With nothing more than a king bolt?

From a wagon tongue?

I've seen men badly torn up with nothing
bigger than a king bolt. I defended myself.

Returning to the other encounter.

With Aaron Wharton, and his two remaining sons.

You sprang from cover.

With revolver in hand.

-That'd be it.
-Loaded and cocked.

Well if it ain't loaded
and cocked, it don't shoot.

And like his son, Aaron Wharton
advanced against an armed man.

Well he was armed, he had an axe raised.

I believe you testified you backed away
from Aaron Wharton.

-That's right.
-Which direction were you going?

I always go backwards, when I'm backing up.

Very amusing.

Goudy: Now he advanced on you much
in the manner of Clete Wharton.

Menacing you with that little ol' King bolt,
or rolled up newspaper, or whatever it was.

Yes sir, he commit to cussin' and

-Laying about a threat.
-And you were backing away.

How many steps before the shooting started?

Uh, seven to eight steps.

Goudy: Good, Aaron Wharton keeping pace.

Advancing away from his campfire.

Seven, eight, steps.

What would that be? Fifteen, twenty feet?

I suppose.

Will you explain to this jury, Mr. Cogburn.

Why Mr. Wharton was found immediately by his
wash pot, one arm in the fire.

Goudy: His sleeve and hand smoldering.

Did you move the body after you shot him?

Why would I do that?

You did not drag the body over to
the fire and fling his arm in.

-No, sir.
-Two witnesses.

Who arrived on the scene will testify
to the location of the body.

Goudy: You do not remember moving the body.

So it was, a cold blooded bushwhack,
while poor Mr. Wharton was tending to his campfire.

Objection.

If that's where the body was,
I might have moved him.

I do not remember.

Why, would you move the body, Mr. Cogburn?

Them hogs, moving around,
they might have moved him.

I'd do not remember.

Rooster mumbling: Pencil neck, son of a bitch.

-Mr. Cogburn.
-Rooster: What is it?

I'd like to talk to you a minute.

Rooster: What is it?

They tell me you're a man with, True Grit.

What do you want, girl?

Speak up, it's suppertime.

Let me do that.

Your makings are too dry.

I'm looking for the man who shot and killed my father,
Frank Ross in front of the Monarch boarding house.

The man's name is Tom Chaney.

They say he's over in Indian territory,
and I need somebody to go after him.

What's your name, girl.

My name is Mattie Ross.

We're located in Yell county.

My mother is at home looking after my
sister Victoria and my brother little Frank.

You best go home to them.

They will need help with the churning.

There is a fugitive warrant out for Chaney.

Government will pay you two dollars for
bringing him in plus ten cents a mile for each of you.

On top of that, I will pay you
a fifty dollar reward.

What are you?

What you got there in your poke?

My god, a Colt Dragoon.

You're no bigger than a corn muffin.
What are you doing with a pistol like that?

Well I intend to kill Tom Chaney with it.

-Kill Tom Chaney?
-If the law fails to do so.

Well that piece will do the job for you.

If you can find a high stump to rest it on,
and a wall to put behind you.

Nobody here knew my father and I'm,

afraid nothing's going to be done about
Chaney except I do it.

My brother is a child, and my mother is
indecisive and hobbled by grief.

I don't believe you have fifty dollars.

I have a contract with Colonel Stonehill,

which he will make payment on
tomorrow, or the next day.

Once our lawyer countersigns.

Don't believe in fairy tales or sermons or stories about
money, baby sister. But thanks for the cigarette.

Isn't your Mama expecting you home, dear?

My business is not yet finished.

Mrs. Floyd, have any rooms opened up?

Grandma Turners, the bed is quite narrow.

Mrs. Floyd: The second floor in the back did open up.

But uh, that gentleman on the porch,

has just taken it.

Mrs. Floyd: Oh but don't worry yourself, dear.

You're not disturbing Grandma Turner.

My name is La Boeuf.

I just come from Yell county.

We have no rodeo clowns in Yell county.

A saucy line will not get you far with me.

I saw your mother yesterday morning.

She said for you to come right on home.

What was your business there?

This is a man I think you know.

You called him, Tom Chaney.

I believe. Though in the months I've been tracking
him he has used the name, Theron Chelmsford.

John Todd Anderson,

and others.

He dallied in Monroe, Louisiana, and
Pine Bluff, Arkansas.

Before turning up at your fathers place.

Then why did you not catch him at,
Pine Bluff, Arkansas or Monroe, Louisiana?

He is a crafty one.

I thought him slow witted myself.

That was his act.

It was a good one.

Are you some kind of law?

That's right

I'm a Texas Ranger.

That may make you a big noise
in that state.

In Arkansas you should know that
your Texas Rangers trappings and title

do not make you an object of fun.

Why have you been ineffectually pursuing Chaney?

He shot and killed a state senator
named Bibbs in Waco Texas.

Bibb's family put out a reward.

How came Chaney to shoot a state senator?

My understanding is there was an argument about a dog.

You know anything about the
whereabouts of Chaney?

He is in the territory, and I hold out
little hope for you winning your bounty.

-Why is that?
-I'm going to beat you to it.

I've hired a deputy Marshall.
The toughest one they have.

And he's familiar with the Lucky Ned Pepper gang
they say Chaney's tied up with.

Well, I will throw in with you
and your Marshall.

No, Marshall Cogburn and I are fine.

It'll be to our mutual advantage.

Your Marshall, I presume, knows the territory.

I know Chaney. It is at least a two man
job to take him alive.

When Chaney is taken he's coming back to
Fort Smith to hang.

I'm not having him go to Texas to
hang for shooting some Senator.

It is not important where he hangs, is it?

It is to me.

Is it to you?

It means a great deal of money to me,

it's been many month's work.

Well I'm sorry that you are paid
piece work and not on wages.

And that you have been eluded the winter long by a half-wit.

You give out very little sugar
with your pronouncements.

When I sat there watching you, I gave some
thought to stealing a kiss.

But you are very young and sick, and

unattractive to boot,

but now I have a mind to give you
five or six good licks with my belt.

That wouldn't be as unpleasant as the other.

If you wet your comb, you might tame that cowlick.

Madame, I wish you would leave these matters

entirely to me or at the very least

give me the courtesy of consulting me before
entering such agreements.

I am not scolding you, but I am saying your
head strong ways,

will lead you into a tight corner one day.

I trust the enclosed document

will let you conclude your business and
return to Yell County.

Yours, J. Noble Daggett.

I was as bad yesterday as
you look today.

Of course you don't share
a bed with Grandma Turner.

I'm not acquainted with Grandma Turner.

She's a resident of this city, it does not
surprise me that she carry's disease.

This malarial place has ruined my health.

As it has my finances.

I owe you money.

You have not traded poorly.

Oh, certainly not.

I'm paying you for a horse.

I do not possess.

And I brought back a string of useless ponies.

Which I cannot sell again.

You're forgetting the Grey horse.

-Right.
-You are looking at the thing in the wrong light.

I am looking at it in the light
of Gods eternal truth.

Your illness is putting you down
in the dumps.

You will soon find another buyer for the ponies.

Well I have a tentative offer
for ten dollars per head.

From the "Pfitzer Soap Works" of Little Rock

It would be a shame to destroy
such spirited horse flesh.

So it would. I'm confident the deal
will fall through.

Look here, I need a pony and I will
pay ten dollars for one of them.

No that's a lot price, no, no, I.

Wait a minute.

Are we trading again?

This one is beautiful.

He don't know he got a rider.

You're to light.

He thinks he has a horsefly on him.

He's very spirited.

I'll call him 'Little Blackie'.

That's a good name.

What does he like for a treat?

Well ma'am, he's a horse.

So he likes apples.

Thank Mr. Stonehill for me.

No ma'am,
I ain't suppose to utter your name.

See, sleep.

That is fine, I will wake him.

Marshall Cogburn.

It is I, Mattie Ross, your employer.

How long 'till you are ready to go?

- Go where?
-To the Indian Territory to pursue Tom Chaney.

Oh, you're the grieved girl with
the stories of El Dorado.

Huh, how much money you got there?

I did say fifty dollars to retrieve Chaney,
you did not believe me?

I did not know.

You are one to figure.

How long for you to make
ready to depart?

Well uh, hold on sis.

I remember your offer, I
do not remember agreeing to it.

If I'm to go up against, Ned Pepper.

Then I'll need a hundred dollars.
That much I can tell you. A hundred dollars.

To retrieve your man, a hundred dollars.

Will take a fifty dollar advance.
It'll be for expenses.

You are trying to take advantage of me.

I'm giving you the children's rate.

I'm not a sharper. An old man sleeping in a rope
bed. In a room behind the Chinese grocery.

- I have nothing.
-You want to be kept in whiskey.

I don't have to buy that.

I'd confiscate it.

Enough for a quart.

Ah, thank you.

Hundred dollars, that�s the rate.

Then I shall not niggle.

Can we depart this afternoon?

We?

You are not going, that ain't no part of it.

You have misjudged me if you think I'm silly enough
to give you fifty dollars and watch you simply ride off.

I'm a bonded U.S. Marshall.

That weighs but little with me.

I will see the thing done.

Damn ducks, can't go after Ned Pepper,

and a band of hard men and look after
a baby at the same time.

I am not a baby.

Won't be stopping at boarding houses,
where there's warm bed and hot grub on the table.

I'd be grabbing the saddle, eating light.

Where the sleeping would only
take place on the ground.

Well I have slept out a night before.

Papa took me on a fine coon hunt
last summer on the Petit Jean.

We were in the woods all night.

We sat around a big fire and Yarnell told ghost stories.

We had a good time.

Coon hunt?

This ain't no coon hunt.

It is the same idea as a coon hunt.

Don't come within forty miles of being a coon hunt.

You are just trying to make your work
sound harder than it is.

Here's the money.

Now I aim to get Tom Chaney,

and if you are not gamed, I will find
somebody who is gamed.

All I've heard out of you so far is talk.

I know you can drink whiskey, and snore and spit
and wallow in filth and bemoan your station.

The rest has been braggadocio.

They told me you had grit, and
that is why I came to you.

I'm not paying for talk. I can get all the talk
I need and more at the Monarch boarding house.

Leave your money.

Meet me here at seven o'clock tomorrow morning
and we can begin our 'coon hunt'.

Mattie: Dearest mother,

I'm about to embark on a great adventure.

I have learned that Tom Chaney has
fled into the wild.

And I shall assist the authorities in pursuit.

You know that Papa would want me
to be firm in the right.

As he always was.

So do not fail on my account.

Though I walk through the valley, of the shadow of death.

I shall fear no evil.

The author of all things watches over me, and

I have a fine horse.

Kiss little Frankie for me,
and pinch Violet's cheek.

My Papa's death will soon be avenged.

I'm off for the Choctaw nation,

Where's Marshall Cogburn?

Went away.

Left this.

Here inside is a train ticket for your return home.

Use it.

By the time you read this, I will be across
the river in the Indian Nation.

Pursuit will be futile.

I will return with your man, Chaney.

Leave me to my work.

Rueben Cogburn.

Is that Rooster Cogburn?

That is the man.

Mattie: Who's he with?

I do not know.

Well take me across.

So, you're the runaway.

Marshall told me you'd show up.
I'm to present you to the Sheriff.

That is a story, let go of my horse.
I have business across the river.

If you don't turn around and take me across,

you may find yourself in court
where you don't want to be.

I have a good lawyer.

HEY!

Go, Little Blackie.

Come on.

That is quite a horse.

Rooster: I would give you ten dollars for him.

From the money you stole from me?

That was not stolen, I'm after your man.

I was to accompany you.

If I do not there is no agreement and
my money was stolen.

Let's put this child back on the ferry

It's a long road and time's a wasting.

If I go back it's to the U.S. Marshals office
to report the theft of my money.

And futile Marshall Cogburn?
"Pursuit would be futile"?

It's not spelled, F-U-D-E-L.

It's time for your spanking.

Now you would DO as the grown-ups say.

Or I will get myself a burr switch
and strap your leg.

Mattie cries: Are you going to let him do this, Marshall.

No, I don't believe I will.
Put your switch away, La Boeuf.

I aim to finish what I started.

That'll be the biggest mistake you ever made.

Let's check this brass popper.

Hoorawed by a little girl.

I am not accustomed to so large a fire.

In Texas we make due with a fire
little more than twigs.

Buffalo chips.

Heat the nights rations of beans.

And it is Ranger,

policy never to make the camp in
the same place as your cook fire.

Very imprudent to make your presence
known in unsettled country.

How do you know Bagby will have intelligence?

He has a store.

That makes him an authority on movements
in the Territory?

We have entered a wild place.

And anyone coming in,

wanting any kind of supply.

cannot pick and choose his portal.

That is a piece of foolishness.

All the snakes are asleep this time of year.

They've been known to wake up.

Well let me have a rope, too.

Likely not bother you.

You are to little and boney.

You should fetch the water,
for the morning, put it by the fire.

-The creek will ice over, tonight.
-I'm not going down there again.

If you want anymore water,
you can go fetch it yourself.

You're lucky to be traveling in a place
where a spring is so handy.

In my country you could ride for days and
see no ground water.

I have lapped filthily water from a hoof print.

And was glad to have it.

If I ever meet one of you Texas waddies.

Who says he had never drank
water out of a horse track.

I think I'd shake his hand and
give him a Daniel Webster cigar.

You do not believe it?

Oh, I believe it, the first twenty
five times I heard it.

Maybe, maybe just true.

Maybe lapping water off the ground is
Ranger policy.

You're getting ready to show your ignorance
now, Cogburn.

I don't mind a little personal chaffing.

But I won't hear anything against the
Ranger troop from a man like you.

How long you boys been mounted
on sheep down there?

My white Appaloosa will still be galloping,

when that big American stud of yours
is winded and collapsed.

Now make another joke about it.

You are only trying to put on
a show for this girl, Mattie.

With what you must think is a keen tongue.

This is like women talking.

Yes, that is the way.

Make me out foolish in this girls eyes.

I think she has you pretty well figured.

Would you two like to hear the
story of the 'Midnight caller'?

One of you is gonna have to be the caller.

And I will tell you what to say.

And I will do all the other parts myself.

Good morning, Marshall.
-Morning.

Where's Mr. La Boeuf?

Down by the creek performing his necessaries.

Marshall Cogburn, I welcome
the chance for a private parley.

I gather that you and Mr. La Boeuf have come to some,

some sort of agreement.

And as your employer I believe
I have a right to know the particulars.

The particulars?

Is that we bring Chaney down
to the magistrate,

in San Saba, Texas wherein there's a
considerable reward on him for which we split.

I did not want him brought to Texas,

to have a Texas punishment administered
for a Texas crime.

That was not our agreement.

What you want is to have him caught
and punished.

I want him to know he's being punished
for killing my father.

Well, you can let him know that.
You can tell him to his face.

You can spit on him.

Make him eat sand out on the road.
I will hold him down.

If you what.

I'll flay the flesh off the souls of his feet.

Find you Indian pepper you
can rub in his wound.

Isn't that a hundred dollar value?

No, it is not.

When I have brought and paid for
something, I will have my way.

Why do you think I'm paying you,
if not to have my way.

It's time for you to learn.

You cannot have your way.

In every little particular.

If you find I failed to satisfied your terms.

I'll return your money at the end
of this expedition.

Little Blackie and I are ridding back
to the U.S. Marshall's office, this is fraud.

God damn it.

What's going on?

This is a business conversation.

Is that what you call it?

Sounds to me you're still being
hoorawed by a little girl.

-You say, hooraw?
-That was the point.

There is no hoorawing.
My agreement with the Marshall,

ante-dates your's. It has the force of law.

The force of law?

This man is a notorious thumper.

He rode by the light of the moon with Quantrill.

-And Bloody Bill Anderson.
-Them men were patriots, Texas trash.

They murdered women and children
in Lawrence, Kansas.

That's a God damn lie!

What army was you in, Mister?

I was at Shreveport.

First with Kirby Smith, then with...

What side was you on?

I was in the army of Northern Virginia, Cogburn.

And I don't have to hang my head
when I say it.

If you had served with Captain Quantrill.

Captain!
Captain Quantrill.

That...indeed.

-You'd had best let this go, La Boeuf.
-Captain of what?

Good then.

There's not sufficient dollars in the state of Texas,

to make it worth my while to
listen to your business.

Our agreement is nullified.

That suits me.

It's each man for himself.

Congratulations, Cogburn.

You've graduated from a marauder,
to wet nurse.

La Boeuf: A-dios.

We don't need him, do we Marshall?

Gonna miss his Sharps Carbine.

It's apt to get lively out here.

HEY!

Go on.

You stay here, sister.

And I'm going to see Bagby.

Has Chaney been here?

No.

Coke Hayes was, two days ago.

Coke rides with Lucky Ned.

He brought supplies with this.

Well this is Papa's gold piece.

Tom Chaney here we come.

Not the worlds only California gold piece.

They are rare here.

They are rare.

But if it is, Chaney's.

It could just as easily mean that Lucky Ned

and his gang fell upon him as he fell in with them.

Chaney could be a corpse.

That would be a bitter disappointment
Marshall, what do we do?

Um, pursue them.

Ned's unfinished business for the Marshall's anyhow.
When we have him, we'll also have Chaney.

Or we can know the whereabouts
of his body.

Bagby didn't know which way they went.

But now that we know they come through here.

They couldn't have gone but one of two ways.

Heading north, towards the Winding Stair Mountains.

Or pushing further west.

I expect north, there is more to rob.

I found an eating place,

called the 'Green frog'.

Started calling myself, Burroughs.

But my drinking picked up.

My wife did not care for the company
of my river friends.

She decided to go back to her first husband.

A clerk in a hardware store.

That was when she said,
"Goodbye Ruben".

'A love of decency,
did not abide in you."

A divorced woman
talking about decency.

I told her, goodbye Nola.

Hope that little nail selling bastard
will keep you happy this time.

She took my boy with her too.

He never cared for me anyway.

I guess I did speak awful rough to him.

I did not mean anything by it.

I've never seen a clumsier child than, Horace.

I bet he broke forty cups.

Is it, Chaney?

I would not recognize the
souls of his feet.

Well, you'll have
to clamber up and look.

I'm to old and to fat.

Now the Green Frog had one billiard table.

Served ladies and men both, but...

mostly men, had been
running it for myself for a while,

but couldn't keep good help.

Never did learn how to buy meat.

That him?

I believe not.

Well, cut him down.

Why?

I might know him.

Last time I went out to the
staked plains of Texas.

Shoot buffaloes with Vernon Shaftoe and
a flathead Indian name Olly.

The Mormons had run Saftoe
out of great Salt Lake city.

But don't ask me what for.

Thought it was a misunderstanding
and leave it go at that.

Ah, the Big Shaggies.

They're all gone now.

Damn shame.

Give three dollars right now for
a pickled buffalo tongue.

Why did they hang him so high?

Rooster: I do not know.

Must play in the belief
it'll make him more dead.

I do not know this man.

(Rooster speaks to rider)

Why is he taking the hanged man?

Did he know him?

He did not.

But it is a dead body.

Must be worth something in the trade.

Now my second wife, Edna.

She got the notion. She wanted
me to be a lawyer.

Bought this heavy book called, "Daniel
unnegotionable instruments".

Set me to reading it.

Never could get a grip on it.

I was happy enough to set it aside and leave Texas.

There ain't six trees between here and Canada,
Nothing else grows that has stickers on it.

As for...

-I knew it.
-Mattie: Knew what?

We're being followed.

I asked that injun to signal me a shot
if someone was on our trail.

Should we be concerned, Marshall?

Naw, Mr. La Boeuf is using us
as bird dogs.

In hopes of cutting in once we've flushed the prey.

Perhaps we could double back over our
tracks and confuse the trail in a clever way.

No, we will wait right here.

Offer our friend a warm hello.

Ask him where he's going.

You are not La Boeuf.

My name is, Forster.

I practice,

Dentistry in the nation.

Also veterinary arts.

And medicine.

On those humans that will sit still for it.

You have your work cut out for you there.

Traded for him with an Indian who said he
came by him honestly.

I gave up two dental mirrors
and a bottle of expectorant.

Do either of you need

Medical attention?

No.
Say, it is fixing to get cold.

You know of anywhere to take shelter?

I have my bear skin.

You might want to head over
to the Original Greaser Bob's.

He launched a dugout into a hollow
along the Carrillon river.

If you ride the river.

You won't fail to see it.

Greaser Bob, the original.

Greaser Bob,

is hunting north of the picket wire.

and would not begrudge its use.

-Much obliged.
-Now, I have taken his teeth.

I will entertain an offer,

for the rest of him.

Take my jacket.

Creep up on the roof.

If they're unfriendly I'll give you a sign
to damp the chimney.

Who's out there?

We're looking for shelter.

No room for you here, ride on.

-Who�s in there?
-2nd Man: Ride on.

I'm a federal officer.

Who's in there?

A Methodist and a son of a bitch.

This is Rooster Cogburn.

Columbus Potter and five other Marshall�s
is out here with me.

We got a bucket of coal oil.

In one minute we will burn your
house from both ends.

There's only two of you.

Go ahead and bet your life on it.

How many of you is in there?

Just the two of us.

But my partner's hit.

And he can't walk.

Is that Emmet Quincy?

You said it was a man on the roof.

I thought it was Potter.

You were always dumb Quincy,
and remain true to form.

Seems an awful lot of sofky.

You boys looking for company?

That is our supper and breakfast both.

I like a big breakfast.

Sofky always cooks up
bigger than you think.

Rooster: And a good store of whiskey here as well.

What are you boys up to outside
of cooking banquets?

We were just having our supper.

We didn't know who was out there, weather like this.

Might have been some crazy man.

Anyone can say that he is a Marshall.

My leg hurts.

I bet it does.

When was the last time you see
your old pard, Ned Pepper?

I do not know him.
Who is he?

I'm surprised you don't remember him.

Skinny fellow, nervous and quick,
his lips all messed up.

That don't bring anybody to mind.

There's a new boy.

Might be running with Ned.

He'll have a powder mark on his face,
black place.

Call's himself Chaney.

Or Chelmsford sometimes.

Carries a Henry rifle.

That don't bring anybody to mind.

Black mark, I would remember that.

Rooster: You don't remember nothing
right now, do you Quincy?

What do you know, Moon?

He don't know those boys you're
looking for.

I don't know those boys.

I always try to help out the law.

Know by the time I get to Fort Smith,

that leg will be swelled up tight
as Dick's hat band.

It'll be mortified.

Then they'll have to cut it off.

Then if you live, I will get you two or
three years in the federal house,

-up in Detroit, there.
-Trying to get at me.

They'll teach you how to read
and write up there.

The rest, won't be so good.

Them boys, they can be
hard on a gimp.

You're trying to get at me.

Now.

You give me some good information
on Ned.

I'll take you down to Bagby store tomorrow,
and get that ball taken out of your leg.

Rooster: Then I'll give you three days to
clear the territory.

We don't know those boys
you're looking for.

-It ain't even his leg.
-I was...

Don't go flapping your mouth now, it's
best you let me do the talking.

-I would say if I..
-We are weary trappers.

Who worked you over with the ugly stick?

The man Chaney with the marked face,
killed my father.

Mattie: He was a whiskey drinker like you
and I'd rather kill him in the end.

If you answer the Marshall's questions,
he will help you.

I have a good lawyer, and I know
he will help you too.

I'm puzzled by this.

Why is she here?

Don't go jawing with these people, Moon.
Don't you go jawing with that runt.

I don't like you. I hope you go to jail
my lawyer will not help you.

My leg is giving me fits.

A young fellow like don't want to loose his leg.

Easy, now.

He's trying to get at you.

-With the truth.
-We seen Ned and Haze two days ago.

Quincy: Don't you act the fool,
if you blow, I will kill you.

I'm played out, I need a doctor.

We met Ned and Haze two days ago.

God damn it.

Moon: Oh Lord.

I'm dying.

Do something.

Help me.

I can do nothing for you, son.

Your partner's killed you, and I have done for him.

Don't leave me lying here.

Don't let the wolves rip me up.

I'll see you're buried right.

Tell me about Ned, where'd you see him?

Two days ago.

Bagby's store.

They are coming here tonight
to get remounts and sofky.

They just robbed the Katy Flyer
at the Wagoner's switch.

Moon: I'm gone.

Send the news to my brother, George Garrett.

He is a Methodist Circuit rider in south Texas.

Shall I tell him you was outlawed up.

Moon: It don't matter.

He knows I am on the scout.

I will meet him later, walking
the streets of glory.

Well don't be looking for Quincy.

(Whispers) What will we do when they get here?

When they ride up,

what we want is to get them all in the dugout.

I'll kill them the last one that goes in,
then we'll have them in a barrel.

You will shoot them in the back?

Mmm, will give them the know
our intentions is serious.

Then I'll call down.

See if they'll be taken alive.

If they won't.

I'll shoot them as they come out.

I'm hoping that three of their party being
dead will take the starch out of them.

You display great poise.

Aw, it's just a turkey shoot.

One time, in New Mexico,

we was being pursued by seven men.

I turned Bo around and taken them
reins in my teeth,

rode right at them boys firing them
two navy-sixes I carry in my saddle.

Well..

I guess they was all married men who loved their
families, as they scattered and run for home.

That is hard to believe.

-What is?
-One man riding at seven.

Well, it's true.

You go for a man hard enough and fast enough,

He don't have time to think about how
many is with him, he thinks about himself.

And how he might get clear of that
wrath that's about to set down on him.

Why were they pursuing you?

I robbed a high interest bank.

Can't rob a thief, can you?

Never robbed a citizen.

Never took a mans watch.

Mattie: It is all stealing.

That's the position they took
in New Mexico.

One man.

Did not figure them to send a scout.

Damn

It is La Boeuf.

We have to warn him, Marshall.

Too late.

What will we do, Marshall?

We sit. What does he do?

Him in the woolly chaps is Lucky Ned.

Well, that's that.

Well that didn't pan out.

You managed to put a kink
in my rope, partner.

I am severely injured.

Rooster: Yes, you got drug some.

I was also shot.

By a rifle.

That is quite possible. The scheme
did not developed as I had planned.

You've been shot in the shoulder,
but the bullet passed through.

What happened to your mouth?

I believe I bit myself.

Couple of teeth loose, and ah yeah.

Tongue, bit almost through.

Do you want to see if it will knit,
or should I just yank it free?

I know a teamster.

Bit his tongue off being thrown
from a horse.

After a time he learned to make
himself more or less understood.

I'll just yank it free.

What's that now?

Knit. Let it knit.

Ah, very well.

It's impossible to bind
a tongue wound.

To bad, we just run across a Doctor.

-Mattie: Marshall?
-of sorts, but I do not know where
he was headed.

La Boeuf: I saw him too, that's how I came
to be here.

Neither of these men are Chaney.

Rooster: I know it, I know them both.

That ugly one is Coke Hayes.

Him uglier still is Clement Parmalee

Parmalee and his brothers have a silver
claim in the winding stair mountains.

And I bet that's where Lucky Ned's gang is waiting.

Well, we'll sleep here.

We'll follow in the morning.

But we promised to bury
the poor soul inside.

Grounds to hard.

If them men wanted a decent burial,
they should have gotten themselves killed in summer.

Sleep well, Little Blackie.

I have a notion that tomorrow we will
reach our objective.

We're hot on the trail.

Seems that we'll overtake Tom
Chaney at winding stairs mountains.

I would not want to be in his shoes.

La Boeuf: As I understand it, Chaney, or
Chelmsford, as he called himself in Texas.

Shot the Senator's dog.

When the Senator remonstrated.

Chelmsford shot him as well.

Now you could argue that the shooting of
the dog was merely an instance of Malum prohibitum.

But the shooting of the Senator is indubitably
an instance of Malum in se.

Rooster: Malla-men what?

Malum in se.

The distinction is between an
act that is wrong in itself.

And an act that is wrong only according
to our laws and mores.

It is Latin.

I'm struck.

that La Boeuf.

has been shot, trampled.
and nearly severs his tongue.

And not only does he not cease to talk.
But he spills the banks of English.

I was within three hundred yards of
Chelmsford once.

The closest I have been.

With a Sharps carbine that is within range.

But I was mounted,
and had the choice of firing off hand.

Or dismounting to shoot from rest.

which would allow Chelmsford to augment the distance.

I fired mounted,

and fired wild.

You cannot hit a man three hundred yards
if your gun was resting on Gibraltar.

A Sharps carbine is an instrument of
uncanny balance and precision.

I have no doubt that the gun is sound.

(Rooster Sings "Greer County")
*My clothes are all ragged and my language is rough.*

*My bread is corn dodgers,
both solid and tough*

*And yet I'm happy, and live at my ease*

*On sorghum molasses, and bacon, and cheese*

Greer county bantler.

I do not believe he slept.

Fort Smith is a healthy distance, La Boeuf,

But I would encourage the creature you ride,

to heads over. Out here
a one-armed man looks like easy prey.

And a one eyed man who can't shoot.

Why don't you turn back, Cogburn?

I'll do fine.

I know where the Parmalee's claim is. I'm uninjured,
well provisioned and we agreed to separate.

In conscious you cannot shy our agreement.
You're the one who shot me.

Mr. La Boeuf has a point, Marshall.

It is an unfair leg up in any competition
to shoot your opposite member.

God damn it. I do not accept it as
a given that I did shoot La Boeuf.

There were plenty of guns going off.

I heard the rifle, and I felt the ball.

La Boeuf: You missed your shot, Cogburn.

Missed my shot!

You are more handicapped without the eye,
then I without the arm.

I can hit a gnat's eye at ninety yards.

That Chinaman is running
them cheap shells on me again.

I thought you were going to say,
the sun was in your eyes.

That is to say, "your eye".

Rooster: Two at one time.

I'm going to chuck one high.

Go far.

-There.
-There?

-My bullet.
-La Boeuf: Your bullet?

If you hit what you aim at,
explain my shoulder.

Gentlemen, shooting corn bread out here on the prairie
is getting us no closer to the Ned Pepper gang.

One more. This will prove it.

Please hold fire.

Rooster: Find our way back.

Lucky Ned?

Rooster screams: LUCKY NED!

La Boeuf: Very good, Cogburn.

Now what?

Oh, god damn it.

Cogburn did not want me
eating out of his store.

That is silly, you have not eaten the whole day.
It is my store not his.

Let him starve.

He does not track.

He does not shoot.

except at food stuffs.

-That was your initiative.
-He does not contribute.

A man, who walks in front of bullets.

Mr. La Boeuf drew single handed
upon the Lucky Ned Pepper gang,

while we fired safely from cover.

-We?
-It is unfair to indict a man,

when his jaw is swollen, and tongue mangled
and who is therefore unable to rise to his own defense.

I can speak for myself.

I am hardly obliged to answer the ravings
of a drunkard, who is beneath me.

I shall make my own camp.

Elsewhere.

It is you who has nothing to
offer, Cogburn.

A sad picture indeed.

La Boeuf: This is no longer a man hunt.

It is a debauch.

The Texas Ranger.

Presses on, alone.

Take the girl.

I bow out.

A fine thing to decide once you brought her
into the middle of the Choctaw nation.

I bow out, I wash my hands.

Gentlemen we cannot fall out in this fashion.

Not so close to our goal, with
Tom Chaney nearly in hand.

Rooster: In hand?

If he is not in a shallow grave
somewhere between here and Fort Smith,

he is gone.

Long gone.

Rooster: Thanks to Mr. La Boeuf, we missed our shot.

We have barked, and the birds have flown.

Gone, gone, gone.

Lucky Ned and his cohort's gone.

Your fifty dollars, gone.

Gone the whiskey,

seized in evidence.

The trail is cold, if there ever was one.

I'm....I'm a foolish old man who's been
drawn into a wild goose chase,

by a harpy in trousers,
and a nincompoop.

Well, Mr. La Boeuf.

He can wander the Choctaw nation
for as long as he likes.

Perhaps the local Indians will take him in.

and honor his gibbering by making him Chief.

You sister, may go where you like.

Our engagement is terminated.

I bow out.

I am going with you.

Oh, that is not possible.

Have I held you back?

I have a Colt Dragoon revolver,
and I know how to use it.

And I will be no more of a burden to you,
as I was to the Marshall.

That's not my worry.

You've earned your spurs.

That is clear now.

You've been an regular
old hand on the trail.

But Cogburn's right.

Even if I would not give him
the satisfaction of conceding it.

The trail is cold.

And I am,

considerably diminished.

How can you give up now. After the many months
you've dedicated to finding Chaney?

You have shown great determination.

I misjudged you.

I picked the wrong man.

I would go on in your company,
if there were a clear way to go.

But we'd be striking out blindly.

Chelmsford's gone.

We chased him right off the map.

There's nothing for him.

I'm bound for Texas.

Time for you to go home, too.

The Marshall, when he sobers.

Is your way back.

I will not go back. Not without Chaney,
dead or alive.

I misjudged you as well.

I extend my hand.

Mr. La Boeuf, please.

Adios.

I know you.

Your name is, Mattie.

Chaney: Why you're little Mattie, the bookkeeper.

Isn't this something.

Yes, and I know you, Tom Chaney.

What you doing out here?

Come to fetch some water.

No, what are you doing in these mountains, here?

While I have not been formerly deputized,

but I'm acting as an agent for,
Marshall Rooster Cogburn,

and Judge Fockers court.

I have come to take you back to Fort Smith.

Well I will not go.

Chaney: How do you like that?

There's a posse of officers up the hill
that will force you to go.

That is interesting news.

And how many is up there?

Right around fifty.

They're all well armed and they mean business.

What I want you to do now, is to come
on across the creek and walk in front of me up that hill.

I think I will oblige the officers who's
come after me.

Well if you refuse to go, then
I will have to shoot you.

Oh.

Well you had better cock your piece.

All the way back.

-Chaney: Until it locks.
-I know how to do it.

You will not go with me?

Naw, it's just the other way around.

You're going with me.

I'm...AAAH!

I did not think you would do it.

-What do you think now?
-One of my short ribs is broken.

You killed my father when he was trying to help you.

I have one of the gold pieces you stole
from him. Now give me the other.

-Things aren't going right for me.
-Rooster: MATTIE!

I'm down here.

Now I'm shot by a child.

Chaney's taken into custody.

Mattie: Help me.

MATTIE!

Mattie: Marshall.

Man: Take them horses you got, and move.

Tom, get up on that hill, don't you stop.

What's down there?

Marshall Cogburn and fifty more officers.

You tell me another lie and I'll
stove your head in.

Just the Marshall.

Rooster.

Cogburn!

You hear me?

You answer me, Rooster.

I will kill this girl.

You know I will do it.

Rooster: The girl is nothing to me,
she's a runaway from Arkansas.

That is all very well.

Do you advise that I kill her?

Do what you think is best, Ned.

She's nothing to me but a lost child.

Think it over, first.

I have already thought it over.

You'll get mounted double fast.

If I see you riding over
that bald ridge to the northwest.

I will spare the girl.

You have five minutes.

They will be a party
of Marshall�s here soon, Ned.

Let me have the girl and Chaney
and I will mislead them for six hours.

Too thin, Rooster.

Too thin.

Your five minutes is running.

No more talk.

Run up that hill.

(Man gobbles like turkey)

(Man continues to gobble like turkey)

(Man moo's like a cow)

Farrell, see to Tom's wound.

Can I have some of that bacon?

You can help yourself.

They'll soon be coffee.

I do not drink Coffee, I am fourteen.

Well we do not have buttermilk,
and we do not have bread.

We are poorly supplied.

-Where is she?
-What are you doing here?

I aught to ring your scrawny neck.

You let that go.

What happened, huh?

I will tell you, and you will see that
I am in the right.

Tom Chaney there shot my father to death,

at Fort Smith and robbed him of..

two gold pieces and stole his mare.

I was informed that Mr. Cogburn had grit, and
I hired him to find the murderer.

Moments ago I came upon Chaney watering the horses.

Mattie: He would not be taken in charge and I shot him.

If I had killed him I would not now
be in this fix, but my revolver misfired.

That will do it.

It will embarrass you every time.

Most girls like to play pretties,
but you like guns, do you?

I do not care a thing in the world about guns.
If I did I would have one that worked.

I was shot in an ambush, Ned.

The Horses were blowing and making noise, it was that officer that got me.

How can you sit there and tell such a big story?

That pit is a hundred feet deep,
and I will throw you in it,

and leave you to scream and rot.

-How do you like that?
-No you won't.

This man will not let you have your way. He's your boss
and you have to do as he tells you.

Aw, nothings going my way.

Was that Rooster that waylaid us
the night before last?

It was Marshall Cogburn and myself.

You and, Cogburn.

Quite the posse.

Let us move, Ned.

In good time, Doctor.

What happened to Quincy, and the kid?

They are both dead.

I was in the very middle of it,
it was a terrible thing to see.

Please, let us move, Ned.

The Marshall's gone.

Do you need a good lawyer?

I need a good judge.

What happened to Coke Hayes?

The old fellow shot off his horse.

Dead as well.

His depredations have come to an end.

Your friend Rooster does
not collect many prisoners.

He is not my friend.

He has abandoned me to a congress of louts.

You do not varnish your opinion.

Are we off?

Let us cut up the winnings from the Katy Flyer.

They'll be time for that at the old place.

I will mount the grey.

I have other plans for you.

Must I double mount with the doctor?

-Doctor: No.
-Nope.

it will be too chancy with two
men up if it comes to a race.

You will wait here with the girl.

When we reach Ma's house I'll send Carroll

back here with some fresh mounts.

We'll be out by dark.

We'll meet you at the old place.

Chaney: I do not like that.

Let me ride with you, Ned.
Just out here anyway.

I was short a horse.

The Marshall�s will come swarming.

Hours, if they come here at all.

They'll think that we've all gone.

Mattie: I am not staying here
by myself with, Tom Chaney.

That's the way I will have it.

Mattie: He will kill me.

You heard him say it. He's killed my father,
and now you will let him kill me.

He will do no such thing.

Tom, you know the crossing at the cypress forks
near the log meeting house?

Lucky Ned: When your mounted, you take
the girl and leave her there.

You understand, Tom?

Any harm comes to that child,

you'll not get paid.

Harold, let me ride up with you.

(Baa's like goat in reply)
Farrel, I will pay you fifty dollars out of my winnings.

I am not heavy.

Do the calf again, Harold.

Mooooo.

Everything is against me.

You have no reason to whine.

You act as the bandit Chief instructed
and no harm comes to me,

you will get your winnings at the old place.

Lucky Ned has left me alone. I am sure
to be caught, when I leave on foot.

Must think over my position
and how I may improve it.

Where's the second California gold piece?

What have you done with Papa's mare?

Keep still.

Are you thinking about the old place?

Look here, if you let me go.

I will swear to an affidavit...

and once you are brought to justice,
it may go easier on you.

I tell you I can do better.

I don't need no affidavit.

All I need is your silence.

Your father was a busybody like you.

In honesty, I do not regret
shooting him.

He thought Tom Chaney was small.

You and him.

You will give me an affidavit.

You're all against me, everybody....

La Boeuf: That is, Chelmsford.

Strange to be so close to him at last.

Mr. La Boeuf, how is it that you are here?

I heard a shot.

Went down to the river.

Cogburn outlined a plan.

Mind your foot, there's a pit there.

His part,

I fear is rash.

La Boeuf: He returns for Lucky Ned.

Well, Rooster!

Will you give us the road?

One against four, it is ill advised.

La Boeuf: He would not be dissuaded.

Rooster: Hello Ned, how many men is with the girl?

Lucky Ned: Just Chaney.

Our agreement is in force.

She was in excellent health,
when last I saw her.

Farrel, I want you and your brother
to stay clear.

You as well, Doctor.

Have no interest in you today.

What is your intention, Rooster?

You think one on four is a dog fall?

I mean to kill you in one minute, Ned.

Rooster: Or see you hanged at Fort Smith
at Judge Parker's convenience.

Which will you have?

I call that, bold talk.

From a one-eyed fat man.

(Harold clucks like chicken, then
crows like a rooster)

Fill your hand, you son of a bitch.

Shoot them Mr. La Boeuf.

To far, moving to fast.

Well, Rooster?

I'm shot to pieces.

Seems neither of us,

gets to see Judge Parker.

Mattie: Wahooo!
Some bully shot.

That was four hundred yards at least.

La Boeuf: Well,

the Sharps carbine, is a...

Stand up, Tom Chaney.

M...Mr. La Boeuf

Are you alive?

Mr. La Boeuf!

Mr. La Boeuf.

Mr. La Boeuf.

Rooster: Are you there?

I'm here.

Rooster: Can you clamber out?

I cannot.

There are snakes.

Rooster: They awake?

Mattie: Not yet.

I'm bit.

Does Mr. La Boeuf survive?

He does. Even a blow to the head
could silence him for only a few short minutes.

Where you bit?

Look away, Mattie.

I have her.

Up with us.

Rooster: Here Mr. La Boeuf, take her.

She's snake bit.

Rooster: We are off.

I'll send help for you as soon as I can.

Don't wander off.

We are not leaving him.

I must get you to a Doctor, Sis.
You are not going to make it.

I'm your debt for that shot, pard.

Never doubt the Texas Ranger.

Come on.

Ever stalwart.

We must stop.

Little Blackie is played out.

We've miles yet.

Come on you.

NO!

No.

That's it, come on now.

Mattie: No, stop.

He's getting away.

Who's getting, sis?

Chaney.

Mattie cries: No.. NO!

Mattie shouts: NO, no, no.

Sobs: Oh, no.

No, stop.

I've grown old.

(Grown up Mattie narrates)
A quarter century is a long time.

By the time we reached Bagby's store,

my hand had turned black.

I was not awake when I lost the arm.

The Marshall had stayed with me, I was told.

until I was out of danger.

But he departed before I came around.

Once home. I wrote him with an invitation,

to come by, the next time he found
himself near Yell county.

And collect the fifty dollars I still owed him.

I did not hear back from Marshall Cogburn.

And he did not appear.

Then one day I received a note from
the Marshall, with a flyer enclosed.

He said he was traveling with the Wild West show.

Getting older and fatter.

Would I like to come visit him
when the show came to Memphis,

and swap stories with an old trail mate.

He would understand if the journey were to long.

Brief though his note was.

It was rife with misspellings.

Yes'm?

I am, Cole Younger.

This is Mr. James.

It grieves me to tell you that you have missed, Rooster.

He passed away three days ago.

When the show was at Jonesboro, Arkansas.

Buried him there at a Confederate cemetery.

Ruben had a complaint what he referred to as,
"Night hoss".

And I believe the warm weather was to much for him.

We had some lively times.

What was the nature of your acquaintance?

I knew the Marshall long ago.

We too had, lively times.

Thank you, Mr. Younger.

Keep your seat, trash.

Mattie Narrates: I had the body removed to
our plot and I had visited it over the years.

No doubt people talk about that.

They say, "Well, she hardly knew the man".

"Isn't she a cranky old maid".

It is true, I have not married.

I never had time to fool with it.

I heard nothing more of the Texas
officer, La Boeuf.

If he is yet alive. I would be pleased
to hear from him.

I judge he would be in his seventies now.

And nearer eighty than seventy.

I expect some of the starch has gone
out of that cowlick.

Time just gets away from us.

*"Leaning on the ever lasting arms"
What a fellowship, what a joy divine,*

*Leaning on the everlasting arms.*

*What a blessedness, what a peace is mine,*

*Leaning on the everlasting arms.*

*Leaning, leaning,*

*safe and secure from all alarms.*

*Leaning, leaning,*

*leaning on the everlasting arms.*

*Oh, how sweet to walk in this pilgrim way,*

*Leaning on the everlasting arms*

*Oh, how bright the path grows from day to day,*

*Leaning on the everlasting arms.*

*Leaning, leaning,*

*safe and secure from all alarms.*

*Leaning, leaning,*

*I'm leaning on the everlasting arms.*