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THE OLD RANGER: And now,Death Valley Days.

♪♪ [ trumpet ]

Hyah! Yah!

Yah! Yah!

Howdy, folks. I'’m the Old Ranger,

and I have another interesting true story for you

about the historic Death Valley country.

During the 80s, Tom Horn was one of the most

notorious characters in Wyoming.

But like history books say,

sometimes he was on the side of the law.

Other times, he lived by his wits, his courage, and his gut.

But one thing you could be sure of--

If there was trouble, sooner or later,

Tom Horn was bound to show up.

Tonight, I'’m going to tell you a story

of how he once got mixed up with some...

Tom Horn, I'’m letting you go on one condition.

Don'’t ever come back to Laramie.

Suits me.

[ horse neighing ]

[ snickers ]

Take care of your town, Sheriff.

[ horse whinnying ]

Hold it right there, mister.

It'’s alright, Tom. You know me. Sam Drey.

Sure, I know you.

You followin'’ me or just heading in the same direction?

Yeah. I'’m followin' you.

I got a little job I thought you might be interested in.

That is if you could use $1,000.

Any man can use $1,000.

What do I have to do for it?

Hold up the Laramie Coach

out of Cheyenne tomorrow afternoon.

How much gold she carryin'’?

None that I know of.

Then what do you wanna hold it up for?

Women.Women?

Yeah. Four of '’em.

Mail order brides on their way to Laramie to get married.

Only, I got some friends up in the hills

who want some wives.

Huh. What are all these women gonna say about this?

For $1,000, who cares.

Alright, Sam. You got yourself a deal.

You meet me at Pilot Knob.

You have the money and I'’ll have the females.

Alright.

[ gunshots ]

[ horse whinnying ]

[ gunshot ]

[ whinnying ]

[ gunfire continues ]

[ gunshot ]

[ horse whinnying ]

Ho, hardy.

Hardy, ho. Ho, hardy.

[ all screaming ]

Well, now. A covey of quail.

Hello, handsome. Thanks for coming to our rescue.

Anybody hurt?

Just shook up a little.

You better do something '’bout that driver.

Sure.

I'’ll see if I can find a spade.

Finished?Yep.

That'’s that.

Poor Harry.

You knew him?

Used to see him in the El Dorado between runs.

That'’s where I work.

Oh, I'’m Della. Della Allison.

You mean, the dance hall in Laramie?

That'’s the place. You been there?

Just left there.

I don'’t recall seeing you though.

Oh, well I'’ve been away for about a month

in Kansas City, pickin'’ up some new costumes.

[ clicks ] You just oughta see '’em.

Change for every day in the week.

Knock your eye out.

Heh. Looks like I left too soon.

Where'’d you run into them?

On the stage comin'’ back.

They'’re all going to Laramie to be married.

Oh?

This here is Amy.

Howdy.Hello.

She'’s gonna marry the sheriff.

Oh, but I guess you know Sheriff Peters, don'’t you?

Well, um, you might say we had a running acquaintance.

And this is Bess.

Howdy.How do?

Raised on a farm.

She'’s sure gonna make a good wife for that rancher of hers.

What was his name again, honey?

Brett Rankin.They'’ve been corresponding for a year.

I'’m Mary Jackson.

What about you?

I'’ve got a doctor waiting for me.

Doc Hamilton? Why, yes.

You know him, too?

I guess I should.

He dug a couple of slugs out of me.

We started writing while I was teaching school.

Oh, I could tell from his letters,

he must be a fine man.

Guess that leaves you, Ella May.

Who'’s your man? Jonny Williams.

Jonny Williams?

He didn'’t meet me in Cheyenne yesterday.

He said for sure he would in his last letter. [ crying ]

Well, we'’ve all introduced ourselves. Now, how '’bout you?

Name'’s Tom Horn.

Well...

Girls, you'’ve been talking to the man

who captured Geronimo almost single-handed,

and helped break up the Hole-In-The-Wall gang.

Well, uh, right now I'’m gonna try my hand at driving that stage.

Shall we get aboard?

Come on, girls.

Aren'’t you going in the wrong direction?

Shortcut.

You sure about this trail?

Yep.

Seem to be sure about everything.

But was anybody ever sure about you?

Keep talkin'’.

I know a lot of things I didn'’t tell those girls about Tom Horn.

Gunman. Killer for the Cattlemen'’s Association.

Men I killed were rustlers.Uh-huh.

Only, the Association never bothered

getting you a badge to make it legal.

Have it your way.

You did have a badge once, in Arizona.

Why'’d you give it up?

You'’re the one with all the answers.

Could it have been '’cause a badge made it

so'’s you couldn't take on private deals?

Did it ever occur to you that you might be sticking your nose

into somethin'’ that'’s none of your business?

Am I?

Well, I don'’t trust you, Tom Horn. Not for a minute.

I wanna know why we'’re off the trail.

Ho, hardy.

Why are we stoppin'’?

Because I'’m tired of listening to you.

And I want a little peace and quiet.

Now, get inside.

Alright, I will.

And glad for a change of company.

[ whistles ] Ha, get up there. Ha.

[ whistles ] Yah.

Come on. Ha. [ whistles ]

[ whistles ] Ha. Get up.

[ ladies screaming ]

Hold-up men, nosy women, and now a wheel off.

Well, do we walk or swim?

Well, don'’t just sit there. C'’mon, girls, we gotta get out.

Let'’s go.

Peel them stockings off if you don'’t wanna be carried, and I don'’t.

Well, looks like we'’re in luck, ladies.

The spindle nut came off about a half a mile

back down the trail, but I found it.

Mr. Horn, do you know my Jonny?

Jonny Williams? Sure, I know him.

Why do you suppose he didn'’t meet the stage in Cheyenne?

He'’s in jail.

In jail? Well, what happened?

Well, he'’s been running around with a pretty tough crowd.

They got to drinking, got all liquored up,

and there was a brawl.

Why do you wanna get mixed up with someone like Jonny for?

I answered an advertisement in the St. Louis paper.

In his letters, he said he was lonesome.

And when you'’re lonesome, you'’re more apt to get into trouble.

How '’bout a hand, ladies?

What do you want us to do?

I want you to take this pole and tilt the coach

while I slip the wheel on, like this.

Oh, you don'’t have to demonstrate, Mr. Horn.

Quite simple. The lever principle.

There'’s the weight, the fulcrum,

and we supply the power.

I see.Don'’t forget,

I'’m a school teacher.

Well, whatever it is you call what I want,

would you please do it?

Alright.I'’ll help you.

[ creaking ]Little higher.

[ groaning ] There.

Now, if this knot still fits the threads...

Didn'’t you hate givin' up teachin'’ school, Mary?

Oh, I'’m not so sure I'’ll have to.

While my doctor is healing people in Laramie,

surely I'’ll have a lot of time.

What'’s wrong? Won'’t it fit?

Huh? Oh, everything'’s fine.

I'’ll just get a wrench and tighten this up

and we'’ll be ready to go.

It'’ll be dark in an hour. These girls are worn out.

Besides, they can'’t rest worth a darn in that coach.

I got plenty of blankets.

Suit yourself.

I don'’t feel like driving all night

and it'’s a far piece to Laramie yet.

How far, Tom?

Just where are you takin'’ us?

You ready to tell me?

I declare, you'’re the most suspicious woman I'’ve ever met.

Alright, Tom. I hope I'’m wrong.

I'’ll go get those blankets.

AMY: Mr. Horn!

Yes?

I heard what you told Ella May

about her Jonny and the trouble he'’s in.

Well?[ sighs ]

Well, don'’t you suppose, with you being a good friend of Sheriff Peters,

and me going there to be his wife,

and with Ella May there, that we can help straighten Jonny Williams out

and give him a new start in life?

Well, I, uh... I guess maybe we can.

Oh, Mr. Horn, do you really think so?

Well, I said I did, didn'’t I?

No sign of him.

Well, why aren'’t they here?

I don'’t know.

This man of yours wouldn'’t let us down?

No. There'’s no money in it for him unless he delivers.

And I warn you. They'’ve gotta be the right kind.

Good clean women. A credit to our group.

And strong enough for farm work.

Have no fear, Brother Jonas. We'’ll break them to the yolk,

with a just, but mighty hand.

Well spoken, Brother Ephraim.

MAN: Well, if you'’re sure they'’re coming,

let'’s ride down and find them.

Wake up, sleepyhead.

Oh, is it morning?

Yep. We'’re pulling out in a matter of minutes.

Riders coming, Tom.

Stay right here, all of you.

What happened to you?

You didn'’t show up.

These fellas are fit to be tied.

I told '’em you must have had trouble.

They brought the money, Tom.

Cash!

Well, I'’m sorry, but it'’s no deal.

We'’re not doing business.

You'’re what?

You heard me, I'’m not going through with it.

Go on back and tell your friends.

I see.

You'’re angling for more money.

No. Though I'’ll never understand it.

You know, Sam, I never turned down

the chance to make $1,000 in my life.

Those kids have kind of gotten under my skin somehow.

Besides, I happen to know the men they'’re going to marry.

And they'’ll be good marriages.

And I don'’t wanna be the one to break it up.

You'’re trying to double-cross me.

If that'’s your name for it, that'’s the way it is.

What'’s going on here?

No concern of yours.

Just a difference of opinion, that'’s all.

Aren'’t you Tom Horn, the man he was dealing with?

That'’s right.

Where are the wives you promised to deliver?

Still in Cheyenne, I guess.

See, I held up the wrong stage.

Wrong stage?

Then who are those women?

One of them'’s name is Della Allison,

dance-hall girl.

She works at the El Dorado in Laramie.

The rest of '’em, they'’re her friends.

Dance-hall girls?

Well, I told you, I held up the wrong stage.

Course, if you men are willing to settle for what'’s handy...

Jezebels, painted creatures? What do you take us for?

He'’d make us the laughing stock of our community.

Well, men, the best I can do is offer you what I have.

Now, if you don'’t wanna take '’em,

I guess I'’ll have to take '’em back into Laramie.

Well.

Alright, all of you, inside the coach. We'’re getting out of here.

[ Tom whistling ] Come on, ha!

Hyah! Ha, ho!

[ whistles ] C'’mon! Yah.

Alright. Let'’s see about that one, Brother Jonas.

Ought to leave you right here, leading us on a wild goose chase.

Did you get the women?

We don'’t want any dance-hall girls.

But they'’re not dance-hall girls.

Well, according to your friend he held up the wrong stage.

Well now, that'’s a lie!Huh?

Those are the wives you wanted!

This isn'’t finished, Brother Jonas.

We'’ll still have our wives.

But the stage is out of sight.

We'’ll never catch it with those horses.

There'’s no need to.

They have to go through the pass.

We can get there first, if we hurry.

Hey, wait!

Tom, why didn'’t you go through with the deal?

I, um, don'’t know what you'’re talkin' about.

I wasn'’t 50 feet away while you were talkin'’ to Sam Drey.

I heard everything you said.

So? Give me a medal.

You know, Tom, you'’re like a coin.

Two sides, one bad, one good.

You flip it in the air and you never know

which side is gonna come up.

Hyah!

One boulder will never block the pass, Brother Ephraim.

By the time it reaches the bottom,

it'’ll be multiplied a hundredfold.

Alright, brothers, give me your combined strength.

Tom, look!

[ crashing ]

[ horse whinnying ]

Whoa! Ho, there.

[ crashing continues ]

TOM: Whoa.

What'’s wrong? What'’s going on?

Landslide. Road'’s blocked.

Tom, wait. Look up there.

Now we know how the slide started.

What are you gonna do?

They want a fight, they can have it.

You better get inside. Be safer there.

Does there have to be more killin'’?

There must be some other way to do this.

I said get in!

[ thud ]

Wha--

What did you do that for?

We'’ll handle this.

Quick, gimme a hand with my trunk.

C'’mon, girls! Get up.

Got it down there?

JONAS: What do you suppose happened to him?

I hit him in the head, so'’s he wouldn't give you boys no trouble.

I'’m Della of the El Dorado.

Oh...

Come on out, girls!

This here is Maxie, boys.

She'’s got a husband in Chicago,

but, uh, he got himself into a little trouble with the police.

Well...

I expect a dance from each one of you

at the El Dorado tonight. [ clicks ]

Now, here comes Bella!

Baby-face Bella, we call her,

but boys, Bella is no baby. [ laughs ]

Oh, hello.

[ clicks ]

Fellas, here comes Diamond Bess.

Nicest girl in the world, so long as she has her way.

I want that one!

DELLA: Here comes Lou.

But I better warn you, boys.

She'’s got a gunslinger in Cheyenne she can'’t get rid of.

[ clicks ]

Oh, these boys will protect me.

Won'’t you, boys?

No.

Well, fellas, let'’s go!

They'’re waitin' for us at the El Dorado. [ laughs ]

Horn was right. They--they are dance-hall girls!

What'’s the matter, fellers?

[ horses whinnying ]

[ all laughing ]

Well, girls, I didn'’t know we looked that bad.

Though, I'’m kind of glad we did.

[ Tom moaning ]Oh.

[ groaning ]

Oh, no.

Oh, yes.

What happened?You sat this one out.

There go your friends.

Oh.

Look, don'’t try to explain anything, huh?

Not yet.

Just let it come gradual. [ moans ]

Ho, there! Whoa!

Why are we stoppin'’?

Laramie'’s just around the bend.

That'’s right. And it'’s the end of the line for me.

You can take over from here.

You'’re not comin' in with us?

No, I'’m afraid Laramie's too unhealthy for me.

Oh.

I suppose this means goodbye.

I never say goodbye, lady.

'’Cause you never know when I might crop up again.

Alright. Get goin'’.

[ whistles ] Hyah! Hyah!

Bye, girls!

Drink a toast for me at your wedding.