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MAN: "Thou preparest a table before me

"in the presence of mine enemies.

"Thou anointest my head with oil,

"my cup runneth over.

"Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me

"all the days of my life,

and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever."

Amen.

BOTH: Amen.

[ thunder cracking ]

Frank,

you and Elli have been real friends.

Staying with my wife clear to the end,

taking care of the baby.

That'’s what friends are for, ain'’t they?

Don'’t you worry one minute about your boy.

We'’ll look after him just like he was our own.

You raise him as your own.

Put your name.

I mean it, Frank.

Sure, Matt.

Take him away from here,

so he'’ll never--

so no one will ever know who his father was.

♪♪ [ trumpet ]

Howdy, folks. I'’m the Old Ranger.

Frank and Ellie Adams could change the boy'’s name,

but not his nature.

He grew more and more like his outlaw father every day.

Until as a youth, he could ride like an Indian,

shoot with either hand, lick every boy in town,

and date any girl he chose.

In the meanwhile, Matt Warner finished his term in prison

and began to pick up life where he'’d left off,

never knowing that his son

was following in his footsteps as...

[ horse whinnying ]

[ sputters ]

Ellie, come here.

Matt Warner just rode into town.

What'’s he doing here? Do you suppose he'’s heard?

I don'’t know, but I'’m sure gonna find out.

[ people chattering ]

Hello, Matt.

Frank.

Now, I didn'’t know you'’d moved here to Vernal.

I'’ll, um--

I'’ll get right along.

Maybe you'’d better stay for a while.

Maybe you can help.

Help who?

The boy. He'’s in trouble.

Let'’s uh-- let'’s get over to the table.

Never mind the drink.

[ exhales ]

Sending for the sheriff, they always do.

You ain'’t on the run again are you, Matt?

Give a dog a bad name and--

What'’s this about the boy?

Well, we--

we done our best to bring him up right,

but he'’s-- he'’s kind of wild.

I'’m afraid the boy's got himself in real trouble this time.

What did he do?

They say he robbed a bank.

Bowers bank.

Bowers?

That'’s the man I come to see.

Did he do it?We don'’t think so,

but it seems we'’re the only one who don't.

Well, what happened?

Well, night before last, sheriff came busting into our place.

Woke us up, claiming our boy, Rex,

had been seen robbing the bank.

He shook him out of bed and found some of the bank money

hidden under his mattress.

Well, they took him off to jail, and that'’s all we know.

What'’s the kid say about this?

We don'’t know.

Sheriff wont let anybody see him.

You know what that means.

Yeah, I know what that means.

Means they haven'’t got a case against him,

they'’re gonna sweat it out of him.

You got a lawyer?

Yeah, but he can'’t do anything until they file charges,

so we'’ll know what he'’s up against.

All right, Warner, get moving.

Now, I must be mistaken,

'’cause I thought this was free country.

Your kind ain'’t wanted in this town.

I'’m giving you fair warning, get moving.

And if I don'’t?

You got till sundown.

If you'’re still around then, I'’ll--

I'’ll put you where I can watch you.

Hm. [ snaps fingers ]

Just like that, with no charge, huh?

I'’ll find a charge.

Vagrancy if nothing else.

Sundown, remember.

Sounds like he means business.

Why sure, he means business.

Now, you go home and tell Ellie that I'’m gonna talk to the kid

and have everything straightened out by tomorrow.

How are you gonna get to see him?

Just sit here till after sundown.

♪ Oh Susanna

♪ Don'’t you cry for me ♪

♪ '’Cause I come-- ♪All right, Mr. Matt Warner,

have a good night sleep.

When you wake up it'’ll cost you just $50 in room rent.

♪ Oh Susanna

♪ Here I go again

$50! Well, God darn it, sheriff,

that'’s all the money I got.

Sorry, but that'’s what we charge all vagrants.

Pretty expensive hotel you'’re running.

So you'’re the great Matt Warner.

I heard he was a lot of man.

You ain'’t nothing but a saddle tramp.

Man enough to spring you out of this mousetrap if I was a mind.

Yeah, sure.

Now, I'’m supposed to open up

and tell you all about the Bowers job

so you can peddle it to the sheriff

for a little whiskey money, maybe.

You'’re the young punk they picked up for that one, huh?

Did you do it?

What'’s it to you?

Well, just thought maybe one of my boys did it and held out on me.

If it'’ll help you any, I didn'’t pull that bank job.

But, then, I look dumb enough

to pull a job without setting up a getaway.

Would have me a new face sewed on.

Well, then who did do it?

It was a frame.By whom?

Dave Bowers.

Who?Dave Bowers.

His old man'’s George Bowers.

He owns the bank and everything else around here.

Yeah, yeah, I know a George Bowers.

What about-- what about the kid?

He can get away with anything on account of his old man.

Except when he starts shoving me around,

then I shove back.

Thought he could shoot a gun.

You know, I shot three targets while he was still taking aim!

And I rode circles around him, too.

I'’ll bet you did.

Cigarette?

Thanks.

He did have a pretty girl though...

but she danced with me...

till he sort of got mad.

Then, I never even closed my hands.

I slapped him silly, set him home, near balling.

Yeah, and then the next thing you knew,

they was dragging you out of bed and they tossed you in here, huh?

I should'’ve known he'’d frame me.

That yellow-belly.

Got you pretty well boxed in, haven'’t they, kid?

They got their money back

and it'’s my first offense.

I'’ll get a year or two, won'’t be so long.

I'’ll spend the time thinking what I'’m gonna do

to Dave Bowers when I get out.

Yeah, sure. That would be real smart of you, wouldn'’t it.

You'’d be right back here for felonious assault.

Look, mister--Murder, maybe.

If you'’re gonna start preaching--

Not preaching, just-- just figuratively.

Now, if you promise me you'’ll leave this Bowers kid alone,

I'’ll have you out of here by noon, tomorrow.

You'’ll have me out?Yep.

You'’re gonna have a tough enough time getting yourself out.

Noon, tomorrow.Big talk.

Now, remember,

if you'’re still around by sundown,

in you go again.

Real nice place you got here.

Come on.

Get me that Hopkins account, will you, Dave?

[ door closes ]Sure, dad.

Hello, George.

What can I do for you?

Haven'’t seen you in, uh,

let'’s see now, it must be 20 years.

Matt Warner!

What do you want?

Well, I could holler it from here,

but I think I'’d better come in

'’cause it's sort of confidential.

Well.

I think it would be an awful good idea

if you and me we'’re to step over

to the jail and drop all those charges against the Adams boy.

Not a chance. We got him cold, caught with the goods.

Now, you know that kid was framed as well as I do.

I know nothing of the sort.

My son here saw him break in a back window.

He got the sheriff and they found the money under his mattress.

Which you planted there when you pretended to help search,

isn'’t that right, sir?

Now, you better not accuse my son unless

you can back it up with proof.

Oh, I can prove it, all right.

I can prove it right now, only, uh...

I think you better trot along somewhere else, son,

cause your dad and me has got a little private matter to discuss.

Now, listen here, Warner.

You'’ve got nothing on me because that statute of limitations

has run out a long time ago.

But the law on blackmail is just made to order for me.

So if you try to rake up old scores,

I'’ll have you behind bars for the rest of your life.

Same old George, aren'’t you. [ door closes ]

Nobody can touch you.

That'’s right, nobody can.

Now, I'’ve warned you so look out.

All right, George, I'’ll look out...

and there won'’t be no blackmail,

but there'’s nothing against a man telling folks about old times.

How George Bowers left the Rosedale bank safe open

so I could rob it to cover his shortages.

Nothing against telling stories.

Wait a minute.

What'’s your interest in this Adams boy.

My interest?

Well, let'’s just say I hate to see a kid labeled a thief.

They never get over it.

I didn'’t.

Now, come on, let'’s-- let'’s get this over with.

Where you going?

To get Rex Adams out of jail.

In a hurry, Dave?

You ain'’t going anywhere...

except jail, maybe.

Keep away from me.

Not until you'’ve done a little talking.

Now, you gonna talk...

or am I gonna have to give you a little going over?

You lay off of me, Rex

or I'’ll shoot, so help me.

Now, Davey, don'’t you know when a fella'’s only kidding?

[ whinnying ]

[ grunts ]

[ grunting ]

[ gunshot ]

Ha! Hyah!

Dave. Dave! Dave!

Get a doctor, quick.

He was shot by that Adams boy.

He rode off on Dave'’s horse. Almost killed me, too.

Well, go after him. Get him.

Raise a posse.

I'’ll pay $5,000 for his capture.

Dead or alive. Preferably, dead.

Hold on there. Rex wasn'’t armed.

Didn'’t even have a pocket knife, let alone, a gun.

Get going.

If there was a shooting, it wasn'’t intentional.

If? If? He shot my boy, didn'’t he?

He'’s gonna pay with his neck.

Nothing you can do will stop me.

Crazy sheriff'’s liable to kill Rex if he puts up a fight.

I'’ve gotta get to the kid first.

You got any idea where he might go?

One or two.

Matt?

[ whinnies ]

[ snorts ]

[ horse whinnying ]

[ horse whinnying, sputtering ]

Hut!

REX: Hold it right there.

All right, get your hands up.

All right, turn around real, real slow.

Thanks, kid.

Pretty good for an amateur.

You saw me?Nah, just figured.

And I figured right.

I was using the blind trail dodge

long before you was born, kid.

What are you here for?

Well, there'’s a posse on your trail,

not far behind.

So you came to warn me?

Yeah.

Why?

Come on.

Come on. Why this great interest

in me in the first place?

Why did you spring me from jail?

Well, let'’s just say I-- I took a liking to you.

I think maybe you took a great liking

to the reward they'’re probably asking for me.

That'’s right, $5,000.

But you'’re wrong about me, kid.

No bounty man, never was.

Well you or nobody else is gonna cash in on me, mister,

'’cause I ain't gonna be strung up for a shooting that was an accident.

All right, kid, I'’ll take your word for it.

I didn'’t mean to kill him.Oh, he ain'’t dead,

yet.

Now, you'’re doing the worst possible thing you can do, run away.

They got me tabbed for an outlaw and a killer!

All right, I'’ll be one.

There you go again.

That'’ll be real smart of you, wouldn'’t it?

Why not?

Come on, now you ought to remember

that feeling, Mr. Warner.

Yeah. Yeah, I remember the feeling.

Kind of makes your blood tingle, don'’t it.

Yeah, it does that for a while.

A very short while.

Because once you start running,

you run all your life. You can'’t even stop

to catch your breath. I remember that, too.

I afraid the hearts and flowers won'’t work, mister.

Sorry to beat you out of the reward money,

but I kind of like this neck of mine.

Sort of got used to it.

[ laughs ]

Shut up!

You want this whole world to know we'’re here?

You know, you'’re all right, kid.

What'’s that supposed to mean?

Can'’t you tell? I'’ve been testing you.

What other reason would I have for springing you out of that jail?

Me and my boys, we need fresh blood.

Like you, fellas with a lot of spunk and guts.

Fellas that don'’t run scared at the first sign of trouble.

You trying to soft-soap me?

Figure it out for yourself.

Was there any reward on you when I sprung you from that jail?

No.

You wanna talk?

Nobody'’s stopping you.

My arms are getting a little tired.

Okay. Put them down.

Mind if I sit down?

Like you say, I'’m getting a little old.

Shh.

They coming?

That branch just slipped.

[ grunts ]

Now, come on, get up!

Move!

Now, make up your mind.

You going in or ain'’t you?

So it was the reward all along?

Understand me, I wouldn'’t take

one buck for that carcass of yours.

I want you to go in willingly, get a fair trial,

and clear yourself with the law.

Now do you believe me?

[ posse shouting ]

Here they come.

No, not that way.

You can never tell what a trigger-happy posse will do.

[ posse shouting ]

Come on.

[ horses sputtering ]

All right, boys, that'’s all for today.

You can go home now.

FRANK: Sheriff!

What'’s the word?Did you find him?

Is he all right?

He got away, but we'’ll catch up with him.

Look, sheriff...

Oh, sheriff, I-- I believe you'’re looking for this boy.

Rex.

Yeah, he saved you the trouble.

He'’s giving himself up.

Come in to stand trial.

There'’ll be no trial.

Now, George, this boy has every right.

There'’s no need for a trial.

Dave told me what happened.

He'’s all right?

He'’ll be all right.

[ exhales ] Sure glad.

I'’m sorry about everything, boy,

and I hope someday we can make it up to you.

I thought by making up the shortages to the depositors

that I had paid the price,

but I guess I am still being punished.

Well, it'’s uh-- it'’s almost sundown.

I guess I better be moseying along

Where to?Oh, I don'’t know.

Just out of town.

Them'’s your orders, eh, sheriff?

Well, a man with a prison record and no job--

He could find one if you'’d give him half a chance.

Right, Mr. Warner?Yeah, yeah. I guess I could.

Couldn'’t use a deputy, could you, sheriff?

Well...

Man with my background, sure knows the ways of outlaws.

He brought me in with no fuss or shooting.

That ought to prove something.

Seems to me, Mr. Warner would make an excellent deputy.

If I was you, sheriff, I'’d hire him.

You'’re hired.

Good luck, Deputy Warner.

Thanks, son.

In all the days that followed,

young Rex Adams never knew that the deputy

who helped keep law and order in Vernal, Utah,

was his father,

wearing such a badge as this

which was given to me by the sheriff of Vernal himself.