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Hyah!

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Keep movin' Movin', movin' ♪

♪ Though they're disapprovin' ♪

♪ Keep them dogies movin' ♪

♪ Rawhide! ♪

♪ Don't try To understand 'em ♪

♪ Just rope, throw And brand 'em ♪

♪ Soon we'll be livin' High and wide ♪

♪ My heart's calculatin' ♪

♪ My true love Will be waitin' ♪

♪ Be waiting at the end Of my ride ♪

♪ Move 'em on, head 'em up Head 'em up, move 'em on ♪

♪ Move 'em on, head 'em up Rawhide ♪

♪ Let 'em out, ride 'em in Ride 'em in, let 'em out ♪

♪ Cut 'em out Ride 'em in ♪

♪ Rawhide! ♪

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

Hyah!

Hyah!

♪ Rawhide! ♪

Hyah!

On a drive, the one thing you gotta have

to keep the cattle movin' is men.

Trouble with that is, each man thinks without him

everything would come to a standstill.

Fact is, there's only one man the drive can't do without:

He's the one who keeps the men going

who keep the cattle movin'.

He's the cook.

That's my job.

My name's Wishbone,

feeder of the Gil Favor outfit.

This idiot beside me is the cook's louse, Mushy.

Gene Matson, surgeon and dentist.

And undertaker.

Looks like he's been busy.

Hey.

Well, I'm sure glad

to see you fellas.

Us? Yep.

Oh, uh, we just looking for the dentist.

Well, hold on. Hold on.

What do you mean, hold on?

Hey, look, uh, sheriff,

we're not out for any trouble.

Listen, don't set us up for any.

We're not gonna set it up.

Just don't you cause it.

Look, i-it's all very simple, sheriff.

My friend here, he's got a toothache.

Maybe you got somebody here in town can help him out.

Well, there's a lot more important things goin' on

than a toothache.

A murder trial.

A murder trial?

Well, I still don't see what that's got to do with...

We're impoundin' the both of ya.

You're in-what-ing us? Impounding ya.

All right, you're impoundin' us.

But what's that mean to when I get my tooth fixed?

That means you're both gonna stay here.

You're both gonna be jurymen on a murder trial.

We can't serve on a jury.

We're not even residents of this area.

When did you cross the Nueces River?

Oh, about three or four weeks ago.

Well, then, for three or four weeks

you've been residents of this county.

Look, I don't give a hang about your jury.

I'm gettin' my jaw fixed first.

Sure, sure, but...

You'll have to go over to the jail to get it done.

You see, uh, Gene Matson, our dentist-doctor-undertaker,

he's the one that's awaitin' trial for murder.

Jed, we got our jury.

See that their horses get over to the livery stable.

Gene, I brought you a patient.

Can you take care of him?

Yes, friend. Here. Sit down here.

Tom, could I have my bag, please?

There we go.

Now, lean back, open wide.

Uh-huh.

Yes... Aghhh!

Yes, friend, you've got a lot of trouble.

Considering the kind of trouble you've got,

I don't like to complain about mine.

Now turn around.

Open wide.

Now, this is gonna hurt more, just for a second,

then it'll be all gone.

Say, sheriff, how long will this trial take?

I probably should get word back to my boss.

Well, I figure it's gonna be over

in no time at all.

Ah-ah-ahhh!

That thing looks as bad in your hand

as it felt in my jaw.

We're ready.

You got pretty steady hands, under the circumstances.

I have faith that no jury in this town

would convict an innocent man.

Judge Gerald T. Crenshaw.

I got the prisoner, judge.

Have him take his place.

We got the rest of the jury.

Be seated.

Say, son,

you don't happen, by any chance,

to have a bit of liquid refreshment on ya, do you?

No, no, nothin'. Ellis.

Hey, uh...

How come there's no spectators in this courtroom?

Hm.

That's a very astute question.

The court of Nueces County, in the state of Texas,

is now in session.

Mr. Prosecutor. Seth Warner.

Your Honor...

gonna try to prove

that Gene Matson

murdered Sean O'Riordan, the Indian agent

to the tribe of the Comanches

in the Nueces territory,

until he was murdered by Matson.

Objection, Your Honor.

That last statement of the prosecutor

presupposes that my client murdered the Indian agent.

Objection sustained.

Members of the jury will ignore

the prosecuting attorney's last statement.

Let me put it this way, Your Honor.

Gonna show,

through the aid of key witnesses,

that Gene Matson had a pretty good reason

to murder the Indian agent.

Objection.

Objection overruled.

The prosecution has a right

to lay the groundwork for this case,

or you won't have anything to defend.

Seat yourself.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Gonna show that Gene Matson

wanted to own the Indian lands

on account of some very valuable ore

on said land,

and how Sean O'Riordan...

Seat yourself.

Sean O'Riordan, the Indian agent,

stood in his way!

Gonna prove, through respectable,

reliable witnesses,

that Gene Matson proposed to murder Sean O'Riordan,

and then blame it on the Comanches...

Who would run away, not wantin' to be

chased after by the United States soldiers.

And that Gene Matson

would then take office as Indian agent,

and deed to himself

the Indian land.

Dr. Matson makes a very good living

as it is.

Whoever heard of the Comanches running away?

They're gone, ain't they?

Anything further, Mr. Warner?

No, Your Honor, not... Not at this time, no.

Thank you.

Attorney for the defense.

Your Honor,

gentlemen of the jury,

I'm going to prove beyond the shadow of a doubt

that my client,

Dr. Gene Matson,

one of the most eminent citizens

of our town,

could not possibly have committed the murder

of which he's been accused.

I will prove

that Gene Matson

not only did not have the motive

or the desire to commit this murder,

but he had neither the opportunity

nor the possibility

to do so.

The first witness is Nate Harmon.

Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth

and nothing but the truth, so help you God?

Yeah. Be seated.

You're Nate Harmon,

proprietor of the Blanton cafe?

On the 21st night of this month,

Nate,

Sean O'Riordan, the Indian agent,

was shot in the back

on the road in the Nueces territory.

Earlier that evening,

he had dinner at your cafe, right?

Well, while he was having dinner,

Gene Matson, the accused, entered the cafe

and sat at the table with him, right?

Uh, Gene stopped in

to have a cup of coffee with Sean.

Well, you told me immediately after the crime

that they had a violent argument.

Well, uh, no. They...

There was some loud talk.

But... Well, th-that Indian agent

always had a lung full of air.

I wouldn't say they was arguin', uh,

I'd just say they was talkin' loud.

You told me that Sean accused Gene Matson

of trying to steal the Indian lands.

Oh, no, sir.

I-I went back into my kitchen about that time,

so I didn't hear nothin'.

Are you positive?

You... You're under oath.

Yeah, I-I'm sure positive, Seth.

Your Honor,

this... This witness

is repudiating the statements he made to me,

and as far as I'm concerned, I consider him unreliable.

I'm through with him.

But I'm not, Your Honor.

What time did Sean leave the cafe?

About half past 6.

What time did Gene Matson leave?

Just about a half hour later.

I'd say about 7:00.

Keep that in mind, gentlemen.

Sean, the Indian agent, left the cafe at 6:30,

and Gene didn't leave until a half an hour later.

Thirty minutes, gentlemen.

Thirty minutes later.

Here is the town of Blanton.

It's 15 miles to the Nueces territory.

Sean O'Riordan was found here,

shot in the back.

Fifteen miles, gentlemen of the jury,

from Blanton to the place

where Sean O'Riordan's body was found.

The fastest horse in this territory

couldn't possibly make that distance

in less than 30 minutes.

At 6:30, Sean left the Blanton cafe.

At 7:15, his body was found by Sheriff Tom Bracken.

It is a known fact, gentlemen of the jury,

that the morning after O'Riordan was killed,

the Comanche tribe,

consisting of 75 men, women and children,

picked up and left that territory

for parts unknown.

How were you certain about the time, sheriff?

This.

Hasn't lost a minute in five years

that I can remember.

Your witness.

No questions.

Step down, sheriff.

It is my contention, gentlemen of the jury,

that the Comanches killed

the Indian agent, Sean O'Riordan,

under the mistaken belief

that he'd betrayed their interests,

and that they then departed before United States soldiers

could intercept them.

Now, gentlemen,

it has been testified

that Dr. Gene Matson was still in the Blanton cafe at 7.

He could not possibly have covered those 15 miles

in 15 minutes...

A mile a minute!

To deliver that shot as alleged.

I say it is obvious

to any thinking man

that my client is innocent.

Your Honor, I humbly suggest

that you instruct the jury

to bring in a verdict of not guilty.

Your Honor!

Before we let the defense run roughshod over this case,

there is a witness,

a key witness, to be called.

Mrs. Ann O'Riordan.

Mrs. O'Riordan?

Oh, Your Honor.

Do you have information

about the missing witness, sheriff?

A lack of information is more like it, Your Honor.

Marshall Ott, here,

was assigned particularly to hunt for Mrs. O'Riordan,

wife of the murdered man,

who is the county's star witness.

Well, I hate to have to report this, Your Honor,

but Marshall Ott and I

have turned this town inside out,

and it seems the witness has disappeared

from the face of the earth.

Gentlemen of the jury,

you have heard the evidence presented in this trial,

and if you find the accused guilty as charged,

you will bring in a verdict

of murder in the first degree.

If you find there is a reasonable doubt

that he committed the crime,

you will bring in a verdict of not guilty.

In either case,

you must reach a unanimous agreement.

I'll have to take that hardware, gents.

That's an awful small room

for 12 men to be locked up in.

Twelve live men are goin' in,

and we'd like to see 12 live ones come out.

Thank you.

I'll take that, Ed.

Does anybody care to say anything before we vote?

Yeah, I need a drink, bad.

I'm so dry

my mouth and insides are shrivelin' up.

Does, uh, anybody got a pint?

How about you, whiskers?

A half pint, maybe?

Well, let's get on with it.

What...? What are these for?

That's our ballot, Clem.

If you think Gene did it,

you write down "guilty", like...

Well, for you,

if you think Gene did it,

you make a check mark

like this:

If you think he didn't do it,

you make a cross mark

like this:

Like that?

One thing that'll come out of this trial,

Clem will be an educated man.

You understand, John Redcloud?

What's the matter? Can't he talk?

He can.

For a long time he's chosen not to.

Well, are we getting on with it, or aren't we?!

Don't carry on so, mister.

We had it all spelled out for us.

It ain't gonna take but one vote

to set things right.

I suppose we should elect

a foreman of the jury.

Well, you're the smartest, Mr. Clark.

You be foreman.

Well, he's one of the smartest.

I think we should take a vote.

The next thing you'll be wanting to vote on,

on whether I'm gonna stand up or sit down.

You be foreman, Jason.

It's all right with me.

How 'bout the rest of you?

Yeah. Sure.

Well, gentlemen, the vote.

"Not guilty."

"Not guilty."

"Guilty."

"Not guilty."

"Not guilty."

"Guilty."

"Not guilty."

"Guilty."

"Not guilty."

"Not guilty."

"Guilty."

Guilty, four. Not guilty, eight.

Well, it's as plain as the nose on your face,

there was more than just a reasonable doubt

about the fella bein' guilty.

A man has a right to vote as he sees fit.

He does not have a right to vote as he sees fit.

He's got to vote on what went on in that courtroom!

Gentlemen.

Well, you heard it for yourself.

That prosecutin' attorney

couldn't make his own witnesses lie for him,

then couldn't even come up with his key witness,

if he had one.

He had one.

Ann O'Riordan was the Indian agent's wife.

She knew she'd never see justice done,

so she took off for Austin to see the governor,

have some Texas Rangers sent in here

to take the town away from Gene Matson.

Excuse me, I need a drink worse than I think.

I thought a wife couldn't testify.

She was going to testify for, not against.

There's a difference?

Well, it don't make sense.

Gene Matson, a killer.

No, sir.

Not the way he fretted over me,

a total stranger,

when I come in here with a bad jaw.

Wishbone, that has nothing to do with it.

Don't tell me you were one of them guilty voters?

I voted not guilty,

but your jaw has nothing to do with this.

That Mr. Matson, he's a bad one.

Everybody's scared.

Now, Miss Janet.

Don't you worry about your husband.

Little cough isn't gonna kill him.

It's worse when he's under a strain.

Much worse.

I wonder what's taking 'em so long in there?

Don't worry about a thing, Gene.

The verdict can only go one way.

Well, thanks for the encouragement, Seth.

I thought you had a way to find out

what's goin' on in there?

Yeah, I took care of it.

"Eight, not guilty.

Four, guilty."

That's normal and healthy,

the first time around.

Well, you can't make me believe

that Gene Matson owns this town.

If he did,

why'd he ever let this trial go on

in the first place?

Because he knows Ann O'Riordan intends

to return here with a company of Texas Rangers.

But it won't do her any good.

Why not?

Because of the double jeopardy law.

A man can't be tried twice for the same murder.

That's why he arranged this trial.

If he's acquitted,

all the law she can bring can't force another trial.

Are you tryin' to tell me

that prosecutor's crooked?

The prosecutor, the defense attorney,

every official in this town.

Even the judge wishes he wasn't here.

Well, I don't believe it.

Not this day and age.

There are 432 people

in this town.

Didn't you figure it peculiar

there was only one spectator in the courtroom?

That's because she's the wife

of Arthur Hennig, there,

and, uh, concerned about his health.

Practically everybody in this town drifted away

when this trial was announced.

Nobody wanted to serve on the jury.

No one wanted to watch the trial.

Well, if Matson's got the town locked up like you say,

why doesn't he have his own men serve on the jury?

Because he needed them as special deputies.

They had to chase down the witnesses

and see that they testified with, uh, integrity.

Well, there's 12 men right here in this room, isn't there?

There sure is.

And every one's a beaut.

Exceptin' you and your drover friend, of course.

We were picked for what we are.

Those of us who aren't weak are misfits,

and we can be controlled.

Well, I suppose you're one of them guilty voters,

one of the brave ones who figures that poor man's

got this town between his teeth?

No.

I voted not guilty.

I figured this stinkin' town

deserved Gene Matson.

You voted not guilty because you're scared.

Yeah.

I'm a lazy, shiftless no-count.

I don't deny it.

Rest of you are all superior to me.

Ellis,

he can outdrink me any day in a week.

McTavish would sell his mother

if he thought it would make it easier

for him to peddle his goods.

And Clem, he couldn't tell a piece of iron

unless it was in the shape of a horseshoe.

And Mort, heh,

he's in love with his warehouse and general store

and he thinks if he plays his cards right,

Gene Matson will let him be mayor.

All right, you had your say, no-good.

Only part of it.

Just wanna let

hot-tongued, bearded gent

know who he's tied down to.

Oh, John Redcloud,

the noble red man. Hm.

He was thrown out of his tribe for stealing.

Hasn't opened his mouth since.

You have to kick a man

while he's got his face in the dirt?

Mr. Bill Cullin.

Now, his job depends on Gene Matson.

He works in his bank.

Only thing could ever rile him up is, uh,

if he got his clothes mussed up.

Arthur is sick...

Shut up! Clem.

Don's just a stable boy.

Anybody can push him around.

Thanks.

You ought to be ashamed of yoursel'.

The only thing I admire about myself

is that I'm never ashamed.

Uh, Jason, now.

Got himself a brand new printing press from St. Louis,

and he figures he's gonna use it

to make a brand new town outta Blanton.

And Gene Matson knows it's the only press

within 2,000 miles of here.

Now, look, Ed. We're not tryin' each other.

Well, let's try voting again.

There's no sense votin' again

till we talk this thing out.

Look, let's go along with these people.

It's their backyard,

and we gotta get back to the herd anyway.

Well, there's one thing I'm not:

It's part of a herd.

I do my own thinkin'.

Nate Harmon, the restaurant owner who testified

was afraid to say it in open court,

but he saw Gene ride out

right after the Indian agent.

Well, how do you know that?

He told me.

Not only that, but he heard Gene threaten to kill Sean.

Gene Matson and his men

have preyed on this town for five years.

They've taken over pretty near everything.

But that wasn't enough.

Gene wanted the Indian land,

and he did everything he could to drive the Comanches off.

Ask John Redcloud.

See? Even though Matson's defense lawyer

accused Redcloud's tribe of killing Sean,

still he's afraid to open his mouth.

He's afraid Gene might give him

the same thing he gave Sean.

You heard it.

The only man standing in Gene Matson's way

was the Indian agent, Sean O'Riordan,

and Gene took care of that.

Well, how come the prosecuting attorney

laid it out like that, if Matson's his boss?

What's Matson got to lose,

havin' the trial look honest?

We're supposed to be passing on what went on

out in that courtroom, but we're talkin' around it,

and up and down it, and inside and out it,

but we're not talkin' about it!

Mister, you and your friend

will be back on the Sedalia trail

the minute this thing is over.

The rest of us have got to live here,

or try to.

If we act with courage and determination,

we can get rid of him now.

Shall we vote again, gentlemen?

Clark and Billings.

Well, now, it's not gonna do any good

to discuss anything.

Now, there's 10 guilty, and two not guilty.

Well, now, I don't know who the other one is

who voted with me,

or whether his mind can be changed or not,

but all the discussing in the world

is not gonna change mine.

Now, look, be reasonable, Wishbone.

Only a mule won't listen.

Even if you don't agree... Now, you stay outta this,

and keep on your own side of the fence, young fella.

We've exchanged our views.

Let's have another vote.

There's been a lot more guts shown here

than I ever expected to see.

We're not gonna change the vote of this old goat,

but maybe we can make it 11 to one

and start wearin' him down.

Now, listen here, you...

We might as well have another vote, gentlemen.

That's your new printin' press, ain't it, Jason?

They'll smash it. That's what they'll do. Smash it.

I need a drink.

Why don't they send us a drink?

They're only bluffing, Jason.

They wouldn't dare smash your press.

Ott warned me if I didn't vote right.

I let him think I would.

How could they know I didn't?

Nobody's left this room.

They couldn't possibly know.

Jason, if you cave in, we're finished.

They're only bluffing, I tell you.

Maybe.

Gentlemen, we'd better have another vote.

It's only a fire.

What's burning?

I think it's your warehouse, Mort.

Now, now, Mort. Don't get in a lather.

Your warehouse is burning pretty good,

but I think we can save your store.

Somebody in this room

is passin' out information.

Yeah.

Mighty peculiar the way they pick on the two of ya

who been doin' most of the talk against him.

If I find the spy,

I'll kill him.

"Vote not guilty or you're 12 dead men."

Well,

for a little while there,

I had a little respect for some of you.

But if that's the way you want it,

I'll go along with it.

Like I said, you deserve Gene Matson.

Look, there's nothing to be afraid of.

You know, if this trial

is a double-jeopardy set up like Jason says there,

it's a cinch they're not gonna murder us

and start the thing all over again.

Might as well be dead.

Well, it's your town.

You people do what you want.

"Not guilty."

"Not guilty."

"Not guilty."

"Not guilty."

"Not guilty."

"Guilty."

I tried.

Guilty as sin.

What's the matter with you now?

Well, it was that rock through the window convinced me.

McTAVISH: Look here, man,

there are 11 men here

who feel that Gene Matson should go free.

Well, it's as clear as the supper gong at sunset

the man must be guilty.

Look, before the last vote you stood high and mighty

on reasonable doubt of the man's guilt.

Just because a rock comes through that window

doesn't prove he murdered anyone.

If you can't see it, there's no point in me

tryin' to explain it to you.

Well, listen to me, you old goat!

We got no right to come in here

and tell these people what to think.

We got no right on this jury anyway!

But we are on it!

And so long as we're on it,

nobody inside or outside of this jury room's

gonna tell me what to do,

least of all you.

"Not guilty, 11. Guilty, one."

We can't let this go on any longer.

What do you wanna do?

We have to do something to hurry up that jury,

or Ann O'Riordan will show up

with maybe the governor himself.

Let 'em out for lunch.

Now, look, Wishbone, be reasonable.

The point is...

You haven't got years enough under your belt

to make points to me, Rowdy Yates.

I don't wanna see nothin', or hear nothin',

or feel nothin' of you

for the rest of my born days.

Time for lunch.

Be back in an hour.

Goin' to lunch?

Don't you worry about me.

You know, I never heard of 'em

turnin' a jury loose like this before.

Trail boy,

anybody ever tell you you had a big mouth?

You tellin' me?

Give him his gun, Tom.

No, Ott. We got a nice peaceful town here.

We're gonna keep it that way.

Mister,

I've got something to tell you.

What?

I can't tell you here. It's too dangerous.

Well?

Your friend's in trouble. What?

The little man, with the whiskers.

He needs your help. Well, where is he?

In the shed behind the feed store.

You'd better hurry.

Guilty!

Not guilty.

Guilty.

Not guilty.

Guilty.

Not guilty.

Now, you tell your friend to vote not guilty,

or the two of you'll get a steady diet of this

till he does.

Come on.

Rowdy?

What do you want, Wishbone?

I'm sorry, boy.

I didn't mean to cause you this.

Yeah.

I still say guilty.

So do I.

Man alive,

what happened to you two?

Well, uh, Matson let us in on the fun.

That one gave you the bottle in the courtroom,

that your wife?

Yes.

She let us in for this.

Matson was threatening to foreclose our place.

The doctor said I'd die if I went back east.

She did it for me.

Not much of a man

who'll let his wife betray herself.

All right, anybody wanna take another vote?

What good is all this bouncing back and forth gonna do?

There's not enough guts in this room to buck 'em.

You sure have been shooting off your mouth an awful lot.

I'd say if they wanted a spy in this room,

you're number one for the job.

Let's not go after each other again.

One thing I know,

the side Ed's on is wrong.

You mean I can report to Gene Matson

that you're going to vote guilty too?

If I were sure you were Matson's man,

I'd kill you with my bare hands.

What good's all this gonna do, huh?

Well, words ain't gettin' us nowhere.

They might.

There's a man here whose business is words.

He can talk better than any of us, if he will.

How about it, Mr. Clark?

We all should be ashamed.

Two men we've never seen watching us squirm,

each in his own way.

For myself, in acquiring a press, I...

I lost sight of the purpose of that press.

John Redcloud has committed one crime against his people,

and now will compound that by letting the lying accusation

of the defense attorney stand, that...

That the Comanches killed Sean O'Riordan

rather than the man we know committed the murder:

Gene Matson.

Matson's men burned down Mort's warehouse,

and Mort's grateful

they didn't take his general store.

We know what they made Arthur's wife do.

Look at these drovers' faces.

Now, either we do something about it here and now,

or we walk out into that courtroom, admit defeat

and do our best to live with it from now on.

Gentlemen, it's time for another vote.

"Guilty."

"Guilty."

"Guilty."

"Guilty."

"Guilty."

"Guilty."

"Guilty."

"Guilty."

"Guilty."

"Guilty."

"Guilty."

"Not guilty."

You again?

You know darned well it wasn't me.

Now we can get down to cases.

Now we can see how they work it.

What do you mean?

They put someone on this jury

they're mighty well sure of, that's what he means.

I don't know how, but somebody's passin' information

to that other room.

That way they can find out

who has the guts to stand up to 'em.

Then they can scare the life outta these people.

Rowdy and me have got no printing press.

We got no warehouse to burn down.

So they do this to us.

Well, you can be sure they'd have never let this trial go on

if they weren't sure of one not guilty vote.

That means a hung jury.

No conviction.

It's as good as an acquittal.

But who?

Who's the filthy spy?

So, what are we gonna give 'em?

What they want, a hung jury?

That's what we are.

Well, if ya got the guts, there's no need for that.

You got a way out?

Hold an open vote.

And that way we flush out the spy.

Anyone not in favor of open voting?

No.

No.

No.

Open vote it is.

All those who vote "guilty" raise your hands.

It was you!

We should have known!

He did it for a drink.

He ain't gonna get a chance to vote not guilty.

Not if I have to choke the breath out of him

to stop him.

Why did you do it, Ellis?

What'd you expect?

I'm nothin'.

Nobody. That's the way you all treated me.

The only one who was ever decent to me...

Give me odd jobs and shelter,

and all the liquor I wanted. - -was Gene.

You're right, Ellis.

You're nothin'. You're nobody.

But did you ever stop to think who made you that way?

It wasn't so long ago we all looked up to you.

You used to be our town marshal,

and a pretty good one, we all thought.

Who shoved you outta your job?

Who made you grateful to take handouts?

I know what happened to me. You don't have to tell me.

But who made it happen?

It was Gene Matson,

wanted his men behind the badge.

Tom Bracken, who has no spine.

Harry Ott, a gunman who used to stare at you

from wanted posters.

First they pulled the strength outta you,

and then gradually the whole town.

Think of Jimmy. Think of your son.

Give me that bottle.

He died defending you.

He stood up against Ott,

when Ott was yellin' lies to the whole world

about you runnin' your office crooked.

It was a fair fight.

As fair as it can be

between a green ranch kid and a professional gunman.

Your son wasn't afraid.

Do you think he'd be proud of you now,

passin' out spy notes,

holdin' out against the rest of us

when we've finally got sand enough

to face up to Gene Matson no matter what it costs?

Hide from your son. Hide from the world.

Go on out there and vote not guilty.

It ain't fair.

It ain't fair kickin' a man

when he's already dirt under your feet.

But...

you're right.

You're right.

Guilty.

Are you sober enough to know what you're sayin'?

I'm sober.

I remember Jimmy, and on his memory

I'll vote Gene guilty.

They're countin' on you.

You may be the first one they'll shoot.

Let 'em.

Least I won't die like I lived.

Guilty.

Guilty as the devil himself.

Well, that's it.

At last we're unanimous.

Well, has anyone thought what's going to happen

if we go into that courtroom and tell 'em?

Yeah, I've thought of it.

Aye, aye.

Gene Matson is gonna have his gunmen in there

to shoot us all down.

This is our town. We've got a big stake in it.

But you two have got nothing to gain.

I'll tell ya, let's just get it over with fast.

My partner and I got a herd to catch up to.

Yeah, I been in more one-sided fights than this.

Well, just the same, what are we going to do

if they start blastin' at us?

Look, there's a circuit judge out there.

They're not gonna kill him.

And I doubt if he's gonna stand around

and watch them gun down 12 men.

Besides, with any luck,

they won't get more than half of us.

We've reached our verdict.

You know the chance we're taking.

You're all ready to run the risk?

Ellis?

You're not saying one thing in here

another outside?

Don't worry about me.

I don't like the smell of it, Gene.

They took too long.

They know me and they know themselves.

I'm not worried.

Hear ye, hear ye.

The court of Nueces county, state of Texas,

now in session.

Has the jury reached a verdict?

We have.

Will the foreman of the jury...

One moment, Your Honor.

The court rules that every juror shall rise

and state his verdict individually.

You are the foreman.

You speak first.

Guilty.

Guilty as sin.

Guilty.

Guilty.

Guilty.

Aye. Guilty.

Guilty.

Guilty.

Guilty.

Guilty.

Guilty.

Ellis Williams,

will you rise and state your verdict?

Not guilty.

Hung jury. Case dismissed.

You will release Mr. Matson.

I don't know why I worried, Gene.

Thank you, Johnny.

Gene, congratulations. Never doubted for a minute.

Ronald, you did a fine job. Thank you.

Thanks, Ellis. Thank you very much.

You're the only one of the bunch

that knows which way the wind blows in Blanton.

From here on,

you can have things pretty much your own way.

I couldn't let you down, Dr. Matson.

Not after all you've done for me,

and after what you did for this town,

all I can do is thank you

in the only way I know how.

That was my personal verdict.

What he did calls for a trial, mister, not a bullet.

So far, he's the only one been charged with murder.

Judgment's been passed on him.

You kill him, you might as well kill all 11 of us.

Sheriff, I want this juryman held

in your custody for trial.

The rest of you,

put up your guns and get out.

There will be no more violence in this court.

Unless you contemplate shooting me

to eliminate a witness.

Clear the court,

right now.

You know where to find me when you want me, Tom.

You know somethin'?

No. What?

I should have known he was guilty.

There was gold in that tooth,

and he kept it.

Head 'em up!

Move 'em out!

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♪ Though the streams Are swollen ♪

♪ Keep them dogies rollin' ♪

♪ Rawhide! ♪

♪ Through rain And wind and weather ♪

♪ Hell bent for leather ♪

♪ Wishin' my gal Was by my side ♪

♪ All the things I'm missin' ♪

♪ Good vittles Love and kissin' ♪

♪ Are waitin' at the end Of my ride ♪

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Hyah!

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