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(bright orchestral music)

- Country look familiar, son?

- I remember that ridge over there.

- Yeah, town lies right
over there in that big gap.

You know, it was right around here

I picked you up 12 years ago.

You was more dead than alive.

- I'll never forget that night, Dusty.

The flash of guns, murdering men,

and the courage of my dad,

shielding me and fighting
a hopeless fight.

Riddled with bullets, he
fell across me, whispering,

"Lay still, Ted boy.

"They'll think you're dead."

He didn't know I had a
slug through my lungs.

Well, when they rode up,
somebody lit a match,

and I laid still.

Then I heard somebody
say, "We got 'em both."

Then the match died out,
and then somebody laughed.

I'll never forget that laugh, Dusty.

It was the laugh of a crazy man.

Killer.

Well the next thing I
knew, it was morning,

and I was in your arms.

- Yep.

And I carried you all the way to Big Bend.

For two years, I didn't know

whether you was gonna live or die.

You sure pulled through all right.

- If we could just find some
trace of my kid brother.

- Yeah, that's doubtful.

We did learn, however,

your dad had a hired man and his wife.

- I remember.

The woman did the cooking
and took care of Jim.

You see, Dusty, my mother
died when Jim was born,

and he's the only relative
I have, if he's alive.

- That hired man and his wife disappeared,

and we couldn't find hide nor hair of 'em.

Finally, there was a
fella moved onto the ranch

by the name of, uh, let me see.

What was his name?

Gentry, that's it, Gentry.

But he didn't know nothing.

Anyway, that ain't gonna do you know good,

living this all over again.

We'll be in town tomorrow

and we'll start our investigating.

(dramatic suspenseful orchestral music)

- Hey, Dusty.

- Poison waterhole.

I didn't know.

(groans)

(solemn orchestral music)

- I wonder who he is.

- Maybe we better open it.

- Hello Gentry,

this will introduce Gat Ganns.

He's just the man for
the job you mentioned.

Sorry I can't do it,

but I got a couple of
star packers on my trail.

Gat is plenty tough, as this
enclosed poster will prove.

Good luck, Phil.

Gentry.

- Gentry.

- He's evidently planning a killing.

- Why, that's the feller
that got your dad's ranch.

(ominous drumbeats)

Certainly is funny, but you
sure do resemble this bozo.

- Maybe fate is kind of taken
a hand in this deal, Dusty.

- Maybe so.

- We don't know what this Gentry is up to,

but we're gonna find out.

- [Dusty] What do you mean?

- I mean that, from now on,
I'm Gat Ganns, murderer.

- Mr. Gentry, my daughter and
I have considered your offer

for the ranch, and have
decided not to sell.

We've developed the best
spring in the country,

and someday hope to
make this a fine ranch.

- I will admit it's the
water I'm after, Mr. Winters,

and I don't blame you for holding onto it.

However, this country is still wild,

and rustlers are pretty numerous.

- That's why I've sold half the herd,

and we're gonna sell the
other half next week.

(footsteps on front porch)

Excuse me just a moment, Mr. Gentry.

- Go ahead.

- Everything check up
all right, Mr. Hommely?

- Everything is right.

They're on their way.

I think you'll find that's
right, Miss Winters.

- That's quite right.

Thank you so much, Mr. Hommely.

Too late for the bank now, Dad.

I'll have to deposit this
first thing in the morning.

- I've got some two year olds

I'd like to have you take a look at.

- All right.

- [Miss Winters] How
do you do, Mr. Gentry?

- Well, I'm very happy
to see you, Miss Winters.

Your father told me that
you've decided not to sell.

- That's right.

We're quite happy here,

and it's the kind of ranch
that Dad has always wanted.

So why shouldn't we keep it?

- Well, if you're happy here,
that's all that matters.

As your neighbor, may I be
permitted to call sometime?

- Why, of course.

Dad and I will be delighted to have you.

- Thank you, goodbye.

- Goodbye.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- Here comes the boss.

- Hello, Chief.

Hi, boys.

Well, Winters refuses to sell.

- [Man In Plaid Shirt] Oh yeah?

- Yeah, but I'm going to force him.

I'll ruin him.

The Winters girl is leaving
the ranch in the morning

with a large sum of money.

Now, Joe and Hank, I want you to get it.

But remember, no harm must come to her.

I'm going to own that ranch
no matter what it costs.

- There you are, honey.

- All right, Dad.

And I'll be right back.

- Be careful.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- If you hadn't have missed
her, I would've caught her!

- Well, it ain't too late yet.

(horse whinnies)

- Can't get her now.

- Why didn't you keep
her when you had her?

- We never had her, you loco fool!

- Drop that gun!

Are you going crazy?

(gunshot)

(gunshot)

(gunshots)

Cool down now, before I sock ya.

- Go one and try it, you pink-eyed weasel!

- Come on and get in your saddle.

We gotta go tell the chief.

- Them fellers are sure in a hurry.

- Well, I reckon it's deserted.

We can camp here temporarily.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

Dusty, come here.

Blood.

- Hey son, get up here, quick!

Hey son,

bullet holes.

- Fred Winters.

Mighty curious, Dusty, but we gotta hurry

and get her to town.

- Let's take it easy now, son.

- You got here just in time.

The small artery has been severed,

however I don't think it's very serious.

How did this happen?

- I don't know.

We found her just outside of town.

- Her horse must've thrown her.

- We left our pack running loose.

I reckon we better get going.

- Yeah, we may be back later.

- All right, boys.

I know the young lady
will be very grateful.

You probably saved her life.

- Now listen, I hadn't
better be seen around here,

so you take this money
down, deposit it for her,

and I'll meet you at the shack.

- Right.

- Tell ya, boss, we couldn't catch her.

- She just out rode us, that's all.

- Well, I got another plan.

Get back to the hideout.

I'll see you tonight.

- Hello Winters, this is Dr. Silsby.

Your daughter wanted me to tell you

she may be late getting home.

She's met with a slight accident.

No, not serious.

I'll bring her out to
the ranch a little later.

- Thank you.

- Who was the man that
brought me in, Dr. Silsby?

- They said they were prospectors.

It's lucky they found you.

A small artery has been severed,

and eventually you may have bled to death.

As it is, there you are.

Nobody will ever know
that you had a scratch.

- I certainly am grateful,

but did I say anything about money?

- Not a word.

- I had $3,000 on me to
deposit, and it's gone.

- 3,000?

- Your name Gentry?

- Yeah, I'm Gentry.

- We're from the border.

Phil said to give you this.

He'd have come himself,

but he had a couple of
star packers on his trail.

(suspenseful music)

- So, you're Gat Ganns, eh?

- That's what they call me.

This is my friend, Dusty.

- How are you?

- [Gentry] Howdy.

- We always work together.

- Phil tell you what I wanted?

- No, he just said there was
gonna be some gun throwing.

- How much do you want for the job?

- What's the job?

- There's a fellow I
want to have disappear.

- Well, whatever you're gonna give Phil

will be okay with us, eh, Dusty?

- Yeah.

- All right.

I'll take you over to meet the boys.

- Hello, Mr. Gentry.

- Hello, Spud.

Where's your dad?

- He's getting stuff ready for dinner.

- Where are the boys?

- They're over at the corral.

- [Man In Plaid Shirt] Spud,
get in here and get to work!

Hey, Spud!

Oh, hello boss.

- Hey Butch, I want you to meet Gat Ganns

and his friend, Dusty.

- How are you, boys?

- All right.

- These boys have joined
up with us for a while.

Come on, I want you to
meet the rest of the boys.

- Get in there!

Get in there and get to work!

- [Mr. Gentry] Hey boys,

this is Gat Ganns and his friend, Dusty.

- [Gentry's Men] Howdy.

- They're gonna be with us for a while.

We got a little job to do tomorrow night.

You boys are taking all
of Winters's cattle.

Herd them through the
pass into Round Valley.

There's plenty of feed there.

We'll dispose of them later.

You boys can watch the house.

Winters will be sure to come
out when he hears the racket.

Now he's the man you want,
and you know what to do.

But be sure it isn't the girl.

We're leaving about midnight.

Hank, show the boys to
their sleeping quarters.

- We're all out of provisions, Chief.

- Yeah?

Well, here's 50 bucks.

And by the way, Butch,

we're taking Winters's
cattle tomorrow night.

You'd better get in on the drive.

- I'll be there, Chief.

- Okay.

- I'm riding back with you,
Gentry, to get my pack.

- Okay.

- Hey, Spud.

Come out here.

Tell the boys to hitch up the buckboard.

You're driving to town for provisions.

- Here.

- Thanks.

- Is that Winters a tough hombre?

- Just stubborn.

I've tried to buy the ranch for two years.

Now I'm taking it.

- Oh.

Hasn't he any relatives?

- The daughter.

I'm taking her along with the ranch.

- Oh, I see.

Like a dime novel.

We eliminate the old gent,

you marry the gal and get the ranch.

Is that it?

- You guessed it.

(Ted chuckles)

- Go the way you always go.

Don't ask any questions
and don't answer any.

And if you ain't back by
dark, I'll tan you good.

Get going.

- Giddy up, ponies.

(suspenseful music)

- Won't you come in, Dr. Silsby?

- No, thank you.

I've gotta be getting back.

- Well, thanks for the lift.

- Oh, that's all right.

- Oh, Dad.

I lost the money.

- Nevermind the money, dear.

It's you I was worried about.

We've got the rest of the herd to sell.

That'll carry us through 'till spring.

But tell me, Fay, what
in the world happened?

- Well you see, there were two men.

They followed me out of town.

And that's the last thing I remember.

- But who could've
found you in that shack?

- I don't know.

Doc said they were a
couple of prospectors.

(dog barks)

(horses whinny)

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Well fella, we sure
had some ride, didn't we?

Come on, son.

Let's go sit down and kinda
pull ourselves together.

- I knowed you was gonna
get me when I passed you.

- Don't worry Spud, we're all right.

You're safe.

- I know, but that's not
what I'm thinking about.

I'm thinking of what's gonna happen to me

when I get back.

Butch will beat me.

- Oh, I'll have something
to say about that.

- You can't stop him.

No one can.

They've tried it.

- Well, I'll get your provisions

and go back with you and explain things.

Don't worry, your dad isn't gonna whip ya.

- Well, I was beginning to think

I'd have to come in after ya.

- Where's the buckboard?

What happened?

- The horses got scared.

I managed to stop them, but
the buckboard is wrecked.

- What about the provisions?

- They're in my pack.

Here's your change.

- Get in the house.

- I told him that kid
couldn't hold them horses.

- I've seen that fellow
some place before, Dusty,

but I can't think where.

- [Spud] I couldn't
Butch, honest, I couldn't!

I tell you, I couldn't!

(Spud screaming)

- [Butch] You're always
forgetting something.

- [Spud] Don't hit me, please.

- But I'll teach ya.

I'll teach ya a good lesson.

I'll fix it so you won't
forget nothing again.

I'll teach ya.

I'll fix it, I'll fix it.
(Spud screams)

I've had to lick the rest of 'em.

Now I reckon it's your turn.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(punches)

(punches)

- Come on, Gat!

(punches)

(punch)

(punches)

(punches)

- You ever whip that kid again,

I'll break every bone in your carcass.

- All right, Ganns, let me go.

- He won't whip you again, Spud.

- You're the only friend I've got.

Gee, you can fight.

I'll bet you busted his gizzards.

(Ted laughing)

- Gentry sent word that no
one was to leave the ranch,

and tonight's the night we're
supposed to get Winters.

How are we gonna warn him?

- Well, the only chance we
got is when we get there.

- You can cover the house
from here, but remember,

don't mistake the girl for her dad.

I'll get the boys started on the drive.

(cattle mooing)

- Give me your knife, Dusty.

(suspenseful orchestral music)
(cattle mooing)

(glass shatters)

(thud)

- What's wrong, Fay?

- [Fay] Come here, Dad.

Look, this just came through the window.

Why, it's our bank book.

The lost money has been deposited.

Don't come out.

Don't strike a light.

They're waiting to shoot you down.

Your life is worth more than your cattle.

Let them take them.

A friend.

- They're stealing our cattle.

I can't let them--

- Dad, don't you understand?

They're waiting out there for you.

You wouldn't have a chance.

(cattle mooing)

- I saw the flash of a light.

I'm sure they got the note.

I don't think there's anybody home.

- Now that's mighty strange.

Well, I've got the cattle, anyway.

Let's go.

- They're gone, and our cattle with them.

- Don't worry, Dad.

Thanks to someone, we've
got enough in the bank

to carry us through.

(ominous tones)

- Go over to Winters
and ask him for a job.

He'll tell you about
the cattle being stolen.

Tell him you'll help trail them.

I'm sure he'll take you up.

When you get out of town,

well, accidents happen.

(Ted chuckles)

- That's a mighty smart idea, Gentry.

You sure know how to work things out.

Well come on, Dusty.

Let's get this over with.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Well, how are ya?

- I reckon you're the owner here.

- Yes, I am.

- Well, could you use a
couple of good cowhands?

- Well, I could've used it last night.

Rustlers run off all my cattle.

- Well, they couldn't have gone far.

Cattle has to eat, you know.

Why don't you trail 'em?

- I phoned the sheriff,

but he won't be back 'till this afternoon.

- Well, we'll make you
a little proposition.

We bring your herd back,

will you give us a job taking care of it?

- I sure will.

- Well that's fair enough.

You better go with us 'till we sight 'em.

Then you can come back
and get the sheriff.

We may lose the rustlers, but
we'll sure get your cattle.

- All right, I'll saddle up right away.

- [Mr. Gentry] Oh, Miss Winters.

- Oh, good morning, Mr. Gentry.

- Good morning.

Is your dad around?

- Why yes, I think he's over at the barn.

- I'd like to see him.

- All right.

- Good morning, Gentry.

- Good morning, Mr. Winters.

- Rustlers ran off my cattle last night

and I've just hired these
two boys to help trail 'em.

- But Dad, that's too dangerous.

I won't let you go.

- We'll take care of him, Miss Winters.

When we sight the cattle,

he's coming back after the sheriff.

- Oh, oh I see.

- Don't worry dear.

I may be late getting
back, but I'll be here.

- Good luck!

- Oh, I do hope they find our cattle.

- In case your dad is late getting back,

I'd be very happy to keep
you company this evening

until his return.

- Thank you, but I'm not afraid,

and I wouldn't like to inconvenience you.

(Gentry chuckles)

- That wouldn't be an
inconvenience, Miss Winters.

In fact, it's going to be a real pleasure.

- And here's the letter we got from Ganns.

- Hello Gentry, this
will introduce Gat Ganns.

He's just the man for
the job you mentioned.

Sorry I can't do it,

but I got a couple of
star packers on my trail.

Gat is plenty tough, as the
enclosed poster will prove.

Good luck, Phil.

Gentry, the dirty snake.

I don't know how I could
ever repay you, boys.

I hate to think what would've happened

if you hadn't taken a hand in this.

- Aw shucks, Mr. Winters,
we're glad to help ya.

The question is what to do next.

- I got it!

You go tell Gentry that we
disposed of Mr. Winters here.

If he wants proof, take
him out and show him Ganns.

(ominous tones)

- [Voiceover] Go on, get outta here,

before I shoot the pants off ya.

(light and cheerful orchestral music)

- Well, Dusty has taken
the shovel, but I guess I--

- Nevermind that.

Where is your partner?

- He beat it for the border.

We figured that the sooner we
get outta here, the better.

- And I suppose you want your dough?

- That's all I'm waiting for.

- Well, the bank is closed,

but I'll have it for ya at the hideout

the first thing in the morning.

- Fair enough.

I'll stay at the Winters's place tonight.

Got a few things I wanna pick up.

- All right, but don't
let the girl see you.

- I won't let anyone see me.

- Okay.

(ominous orchestral music)

- Hello boys.

- [Hank] Hi boss.
- [Joe] Hi Chief.

- Well I've got some good news for ya.

The Winters's ranch will soon be mine.

Old man Winters is dead.

- Well that is good news, I'd say.

- That makes everything easy.

- Wonder what happened to him.

- And now we're gonna
collect $5,000 reward.

- What do you mean?

- [Mr. Gentry] Gat.

Gat Ganns is at the Winters ranch,

but he'll be over here in the morning.

And there's a price on his
head of $5,000, dead or alive.

Dead men tell no tales.

- That's my job.

- I don't care who does
the job, just so it's done.

- Peewee, you're gonna
flag your tail outta here.

They're laying for our friend,

and it's up to us to tell him.

(dramatic suspenseful orchestral music)

- Why Spud, what are you doing over here?

- I've come to tell ya
they're gonna shoot ya

as soon as you come to the hideout!

Gentry says there's a reward
for ya, and he's gonna get it!

- Double crossed, eh?

Well, you don't have to worry, Spud.

There's no reward out for me
and they're not gonna get me.

What's that?

- That was Aunt Marthy's.

She gave it to me when she died.

- Marthy?

- Yeah, she was Butch's wife.

She was the only friend
I had until you came.

- Marthy Butch.

Now I know where I've seen him!

He and his wife worked for my dad.

Say Spud, did Aunt Martha ever
tell you about your father?

- She said he was dead and
that Butch wasn't my real dad.

She left me a letter and
told me not to open it

until I was grown up.

- Well, where is it?

- I brought this with me

because Butch said he was gonna shoot me,

and I ain't never going back there.

Here it is.

- I'm gonna open this, Spud.

It may mean a lot to both of us.

My dear boy, your real name is Jim Hayden.

Your dad and brother were
killed by Gentry and his gang

when you were a babe.

Don't think hard of me, son.

I've had no hand in this.

Aunt Martha.

Jim.

Jim, do you know what that means?

It means you're my brother,
my own little brother.

- Gee, ain't that swell?

- You know boys, in a way

this isn't any great surprise to me.

I've suspected Gentry for a long time,

but never been able to
get anything on him.

Years ago, right after Hayden was killed,

we suspected him of
being the secret leader

of a band of rustlers, but
were never able to prove it.

After reading that letter,
there isn't a doubt in my mind

but that he was guilty of Hayden's death.

We've got enough on Gentry now.

Why should we wait?

- Well, give Ted a chance
to play his hand, Sheriff.

He'll get word to us when he needs us.

- There's Gentry now.

No matter what happens,
son, stay right here.

- Miss Winters.

I hardly know how to tell you,

but this poster will speak for itself.

- Why, that's the man that went with Dad,

and he's a killer?

- And that isn't the worst of it.

Word just came to town that
they found your father--

- No, don't say it!

- Don't cry, Fay.

I want you to know that
I'll take care of you.

Why, I've loved you since
the first time I saw you.

- Please Mr. Gentry, I--

- Don't you understand,
Fay, I'm crazy about you!

I'll give you everything you want!

- Please don't talk like that!

- [Gentry] Listen, I
want you to be my wife.

- [Fay] Oh, take your hands off me!

- Take your hands off, Gentry.

- You!

- What have you done with my father?

- Your father is safe, Miss Winters.

Call the Sheriff.

I'm holding this man for murder.

- Murder?

- My name is Hayden, Ted Hayden,

son of a man you and your
gang murdered 12 years ago.

You left me for dead,
too, Gentry, but I lived,

lived to even up the score.

- Why, he is crazy.

That poster proves so he is.

- Then call the sheriff, Miss Winters.

- Hello?

Hello, give me the Sheriff's Office.

(gunshot)

- You're mighty brave
behind a gun, aren't ya?

- [Ted] Why, hanging or shooting

is too good for you, Gentry.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Hello, is this the Sheriff's Office?

This is Miss Winters.

Is my fa--

- Yes, your father is here.

He's all right.

What's that?

We'll be right over.

It's your daughter, Winters.

We have to hurry.

(punches)

(Gentry laughing maniacally)

(glass shatters)

- When Dusty comes, lead
him right to the hideout.

- All right, Ted.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- I'll be all right, dear.

Don't you worry.

- Hey Dusty, Ted said to follow me.

- Come on, Winters.

(gunshots)

(glass shatters)

- It's Ganns.

He's got himself in a trap.

Give me that gun!

- Listen, Gentry.

12 years ago, you killed my father,

separated me from my brother,

and took everything out of my
life that a kid should have,

and now I ought to give
you what you gave my dad.

Well, I'm keeping my hands clean, Gentry.

I'm taking you to the law.

- All right boys.

Let's riddle him with bullets.

(gunshots)

Why, it's Gentry.

- Drop those arms, men.

Where's the man called Ganns?

- He's in there.

- Well boys, I've been
trying to meet up with you

for some time.

- I reckon you got here
just in time, brother.

Aw.

(light and cheerful orchestral music)

- What are you thinking about, Jim?

- You know, Ted and I are
gonna get our ranch back,

and he said when you marry him,
it's gonna be twice as big.

- Oh, he has it all worked out, has he?

- Sure, you better accept his proposition,

'cause it'll be the only
one you'll ever get.

- Well!

- What's my little
brother been telling you?

- Well, I was telling her

what you said you didn't
have the nerve to.

(Ted chuckles awkwardly)

- Is my face red?

- Well it ought not to be,

'cause Fay said she'd
accept your proposition.

- Why, I--

- Gosh, now you're both burning up.

- I think your brother
needs a good lecture.

- Lecture?

He needs a good spanking.

(bright orchestral music)