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Lisbeth.

Lisbeth.

Lisbeth, me darling,
will you-will you-will you
look at this?

The report of the ore
on my new claim.

[ chuckles ]

Hold still, Grandpa.

Ah, hold still?
How can I, when I'’m

dancing with joy?

No wonder, honey.
This ore assay is
at 8,000 a ton.

Eight thousand?

After 30 years of working
and praying, we'’re rich.

Rich, we are.
Rich forever.

That'’s wonderful, Grandpa.

Aren'’t you happy
for my grandfather, Hobe?

Huh? Oh, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, I was just thinking.

Thinking of what?

Well, that around these parts,

sometimes it'’s easier
to find gold

than to hang onto it.

♪♪ [ trumpet ]

Howdy, folks.
I'’m the Old Ranger.

In the roaring, booming days
of the old frontier,

men said gold is
where you find it.

Which didn'’t apply
to diggings and veins

deep in the sun-baked earth.

There were some men
who were able
to gouge their gold

straight out of a legal...

Gold Strike, Nevada
boomed and roared

along with the best of them.

It was here that,
after 30 years of prospecting,

Jebal McSween at last
struck real big pay dirt,

and finally was able
to buy a house and clothes

for himself
and his granddaughter.

Now, remember, you promised.
Just the post office,
then straight home.

Three weeks of celebrating
is quite enough.

At my age, Lisbeth darling,

I found out that
three days is enough.

Heya, boys.

How are you today, ma'’am?

Are you going to keep
your nose in that law book
all day?

Or might a gentleman expect
some attention around here?

You can get just as much
service now as you did

before you became
a millionaire.

Millionaire?
If Claypoole
had given me

a million cash for my claim,

I'’d have spent it all by now,

just as I spent the 3,000
he already paid me.

Well, you were smart taking
shares in Mr. Claypoole'’s
mining company instead.

You'’ll have a fine income
for the rest of your life.

A life that won'’t last
too long now.

But the money'’ll go
to a certain young lady

who happens to be
related to me.

And I expect she'’ll soon
be related to you.

Oh, I sure hope so,
Mr. McSween.

But not before I get
my license as a lawyer.

Then I can get
out of my father'’s store

and support Lisbeth proper.

Oh, don'’t wait too long, lad.

There are plenty
of other peacocks
with fine feathers.

Hobart, by the way,

is you still got some of that
Paris cologne that a girl likes?

You must wrap it up
nice and pretty

while I goes to the post office
for my mail.

Hello, Mr. Claypoole.Hobart.

Just missed
your big stockholder.Yeah?

Is there, uh--
there something wrong?

Well, nothing except
McSween'’s mine

is giving me more trouble
and costing more money
than maybe it'’s worth.

Down so deep now,
I need a new winch.

Got one in the shed.
Handle up to five tons.

I, uh, got a picture
of it somewhere here.

Yeah.

Yeah, it looks big enough.

Is it any good?

Haven'’t cheated you yet,
have I?

Nope.

But with someone
who'’s about to marry
into McSween'’s family,

you never can tell.
[ chuckles ]

Could you get that
up to the mine this afternoon?

Well, the way business is,
I reckon I'’m safe for closing up
and hauling it myself.

Fine. I'’ll be paying
for it when... [ door opens ]

I saw you sneak in here,
Claypoole,

ya double-dealin'’,
sidewindin'’, no-good crook ya!

But, Jim, I got to assess
the stockholders
to raise more capital.

A registered letter.

This don'’t make even
shenanigans legal.

All you'’re trying to do
is to steal back the stock
I own in the mine.

Oh...

Easy now, Jeb.Let me go. Let me go!

What happened?No use, Mr. McSween.

Assessing stockholders
is perfectly legal.

What? Legal?

Here. Look at this,
Marshal.

I'’m sorry, Jeb.
The law says you gotta rake up

$30,000 for this
here assessment,

or else you'’ve been bamboozled
out of your stock and buncoed
out of your mine.

Grandpa, please.

Guns never settled anything.

This one'’s going to settle
Claypoole'’s hasher,
I promise ya.

Talk to Hobart first.
He must know something
you can do legally.

Yeah, he had the gall to tell me
that Claypoole is... [ wagon approaching ]

Oh, Hobart,
I'’m so glad you're here.

Grandfather'’s...

What are you doing
on a delivery wagon

at this time
of the afternoon?I just delivered

a new winch to your, uh--
that is, Claypoole'’s mine.

Oh, on credit, I suppose?

Well, yes.

You see, I got to thinking.
One law is on his side.

Oh, so that'’s it.

You'’re not only siding with him,
you'’re helping him as well.

Here, get out of this
before I blast you to--

Mr. McSween,
I'’m only trying to help you.

Go, Hobart, please.[ clicks tongue ]

Howdy, Hobie.Hi.

I saw that hoo-ha
you had with McSween.

You figure '’cause
you'’re studying the law,
you wrote '’em?

The trouble is,

the law says a corporation
can assess its stockholders,

and if they don'’t pay
the assessment,

they forfeit their stock.

I reckon that'’s what
Claypoole had in mind

when he soft-talked old Jeb
into taking stock instead of
all cash for his mine.

Yeah, I'’m sure he did.

Still, I'’ve been a lawman
close to 20 years.

I'’ll tell you,
whenever there'’s one law
that says one thing,

there'’s another
says different.
Yeah.

Like the old
copybook maxims, huh?

One says,
"He who hesitates is lost."

Another, "Look before you leap."

[ chuckles ]

You got any laws like that
in that copybook
you'’re studying?

I might have, Ed.
I just might have.

I kind of thought
you had something in mind,

still doing business
with Claypoole
after what happened.

Yeah, I only wish
Lisbeth understood.

Well, if it'’ll help
you two lovebirds,

I could put her grandpa
in jail till he cools off.

Thanks, Ed, but not yet.

I think maybe I found
something in this book
which says,

"There'’s more than one way
of skinning a cat."

Especially a polecat

who happens to need a winch.

There you are, Mrs. Jenkins.
And if they'’re not Tom's size,
you just bring them back in.

Hello, Mr. Claypoole.
I didn'’t expect you back
so soon.

I didn'’t expect to be back.

And I didn'’t expect
to be sold a piece of junk
instead of machinery!

Junk, Mr. Claypoole?

That thing you sold me
for a winch!

Why, the second time
my man used it--
wham, it let go!

And not only dropped
two ton of chain into the shaft,

but the bucket tore out
close to 20,000 feet
of brand-new shoring lumber!

My! Are you sure your man
knows how to operate it?

Bill Hogan'’s the same man
who operated the other winch.

Well, that being the case,

my guess is there must be
something wrong with the winch.

Now, that'’s what I'd call
a pretty good guess.

Now, you listen here, Hobart.
Somebody'’s gotta pay
for that mess.

Every last blame cent of it!

Sounds reasonable enough.

I think there'’s a guarantee
comes with the winch.

You think?

No, it'’s more than think.
I'’m pretty sure.

Only I don'’t like to say things
for certain till I look it up.

My law training,
I guess you could say.

Well, all I can say is
that winch wrecked

close to $20,000 worth
of mining equipment.

Yep. Here it is.
"Six months guarantee,
parts and labor."

Yeah.That should take care of it.

Well, you got
another winch in stock?

No, but I could telegraph
for one, get it here fast.

Now you do that.
I want that shipped out today.

All right.

Doggone it if there'’s not
one little hitch, though.

What?

"A guarantee is enforceable
against a vendor

"only by a vendee

who has acquired title
free and clear."

So?

Well, don'’t you see,
Mr. Claypoole?

Legally, you don'’t own
that winch. I do.

You ain'’t never paid for it.

I just bought it yesterday!

So you did.
But you haven'’t even paid me
for last month'’s supplies.

You know, they say
a little knowledge
is worse than none.

That'’s what the copybook says.In your case, young fella,

reading them law books
makes you think you know
something you don'’t!

Now, I want that winch delivered
no later than
day after tomorrow,

or I'’ll sue you for every cent
of the damages it made.

And what I don'’t collect,

I'’m personally gonna
take outta your hide.

Friend, I not only sell winches,
I sell shotguns as well.

At the wholesale price
of shells, I wouldn'’t mind
wasting a few on you.

Now, are you gonna pay me
the 900 you owe me,

or are you gonna make me
collect it the hard way?Why, you!

You heard me ask
for the money he owes me?

[ hoofbeats departing ]Legally, that'’s
what'’s called a demand.

He refused,
then he jumped you.

I'’m waiving the assault charges,
Marshal, but the money I won'’t.

So if you'’ll send
to the county seat
for an attachment,

I'’ll sign the complaint
and take over the entire mine

Mr. Claypoole'’s trying to steal
from Jebal McSween.

Ed, haven'’t you got
that attachment yet?

I got a telegram
from my deputy.

He'’s on his way back
with it now.

But if old Jeb
don'’t simmer down,

no attachment'’s gonna do
anybody any good.

Guess maybe I should'’ve let you
lock him up when you offered to
the other day.

Aw, that darned old fool.

Telling everybody
he'’s gonna fill Claypoole
so full of buckshot,

he'’ll sink in the ground
on the first heavy rain.

But he knows better
than that.

"Knows better"?
Why, he even told Mike Delaney

he'’d ventilate me
if I tried to interfere.

Better tell Lisbeth.

She'’s the only one
who has any influence.

You stay away
from those McSweens.

You'’re the next one
on his list.

Man never gained nothing
by turning his back,

except maybe a few holes
where he didn'’t expect 'em.

No, Ed.
This is something I gotta do.

Why, Jeb McSween'’s
almost my own family.

[ imitating birdcall ]

You shouldn'’t have come back.
You know Grandpa.

But he doesn'’t know
I'’m trying to help him.

Selling things
to that robber,
Claypoole?

Well, that'’s just it.

Claypool'’s so crooked,
he'’s twist his self into a knot,

and I'’m holding both ends
of the rope.

All right, Mitchell,
you had your warnin'’.Grandpa!

Mr. McSween, I was just
telling Lisbeth what I'’m up to.

You'’ll be up to your neck
in six feet of sod

if you'’re not out of this
before I count two.

One.Mr. McSween, you'’ve got
to let me explain.

T--

All right, all right.
Now simmer down.

Let me explain.I'’d as soon listen
to the devil himself.

I'’ve had just about enough
of this foolishness.

Now, Jeb, I warned you
about making trouble.

Then keep that young
Jesse James outta here.

I'’m sorry, Jeb.
I gotta lock you up
for your own good.

But it was an accident.
Ask Hobart.

Did he threaten you with this?

Well, uh...

Either did or he didn'’t.

Well, in a manner
of saying, maybe.

Well, in a manner of saying,
I'’m jailing him,
before I have to for murder.

Oh, no, you can'’t
do this to me, Ed. Ed...

Hobart, you'’re not
going to let him?

Ed'’s only doing his job.

Locking up
a helpless old man?

Helpless?
Without his shotgun, maybe.
You saw him.

But he'’s not a criminal.Blame near was.

He'’s so riled up right now,
he'’d have killed me.

You know better than that.

Now listen, Lisbeth.

It'’s bad enough your grandfather
getting so ornery
he had to be carted off.

Are you going to get him out,
or aren'’t you?

If he gets his senses back.

Oh. So nobody has
any sense but you.

Oh, honey,
I didn'’t say that.

Don'’t you tell me
what you said.

Well, if I don'’t know
what I said, who does?

I can see
right through you.

You put the marshal
up to this.

Great gilded glory, Lisbeth.

You should know me
better than that.

I know you now,
and I never wanna
see you again. Ever!

Well, including what
he busted up the other day,

Claypoole owes me $924.33.

And don'’t forget
plus costs.

Yeah, when this is served
on him, and he can'’t pay--

And he can'’t if we slap him
with it real fast.

...I'’ll have title to the mine
and Jeb and me

can do a little, uh,
rearranging of the shares.

[ chuckles ]
If he doesn'’t murder you first.

Yeah.

Sure wouldn'’t want Lisbeth
to become my widow

before I get
to make her my bride.

John, got an attachment
for you to serve.

Ed Bayly,
you connivin'’ son of Satan,
turn me loose!

You got an ounce of brains
in your thick head, ya!

Claypoole know
about this?

He knows he refused
a man for payment.

And I heard him.

Well, maybe it'’ll help,
taking him by surprise.

He'’s a real hard case
when he gets riled.

Better serve that, John,
before Claypoole gets out
of our jurisdiction,

trying to raise
money elsewhere.

[ door opens, closes ]

The old boy didn'’t sound
cooled down much.

He will.
When do you think
I oughta let him out?

Well, not before
the attachment'’s served,

and we'’re sure we've got
his gold mind back for him.

Yeah, I guess you'’re right.
Like the copybook says,

we can'’t let him
cut off his nose
to spite his face.

[ both chuckle ]

♪♪ [ whistling ]

Well?
What did Claypoole say?

Nothing.

Well, did he get sore?

Couldn'’t say.

Well, then, what happened?

This happened.

Didn'’t get
to deliver the writ.

Didn'’t even get
to see Claypoole.

Didn'’t get no further
than the gate.

Armed guards.

Hobart, I can'’t ask John
to go back up there again.

I mean, he'’s got a family
and a couple kids.

I wouldn'’t want
anyone to get killed
on my account.

You got any more
of them deputy badges?

Well, yeah, but, uh--

Then deputize me.

I'’m going up to the mine
and serve the writ myself.

You'’ll serve what?

Why, you wouldn'’t stand
as good of a chance
as my regular deputy.

Sims here knows
every trick in the book.

Well, there'’s one he probably
hasn'’t thought of. SIMMS: What?

Well, if you'’ll
help me load my wagon,

I think Mr. Claypoole'’s
gonna welcome me
with open arms.

[ wagon approaching ]

That'’s far enough.

Now turn that wagon around
and move out.

You'’re making a mistake,I think.

Got something here
I owe Mr. Claypoole.

Yeah? And maybe I'’ve got
something here that he owes you.

Now turn that wagon around
and move out.

Well, whatever you say.

I'’m not gonna argue with that.

But Mr. Claypoole told me
to bring up another winch.

Winch? You didn'’t
bring me no winch.

You'’re the one that got off
that attachment.

Well, sure I did,
'’cause you owe me.

But, uh, since I can'’t
collect attaching,

I got to figuring
it'’d be good business
to, uh, give you another winch

so you can start
making money again.

And then I can start collecting
on the attachment, and...

Well, you understand.

You'’re trying to pull
something shady.

Now, wouldn'’t I be stupid,
now you'’ve got
these guards here?

Well, go on.
Look for yourself.

Got no sleeve guns either.

If he even looks like
he might try something...

Well? See it? Satisfied?

You said you didn'’t have
another winch.

Well, I just said it,
hoping I'’d get some money
out of you.

Like they say,
if you can'’t whip 'em, join '’em.

Drive inside and help us
get it unloaded.

[ clicks tongue ]

Sorry I got you so riled up,
Mr. Claypoole.

But thinking it over,
I decided I'’d get a lot more out
of it than just what you owe me.

Now, if you'’ll just
sign this receipt,

we'’ll have the mine
back in business in no time.

Receipt?
This is another attachment!

No, no, no, that'’s the same one,
only this time
accepting service.

I ain'’t accepting nothing!I'’m here as deputy,

and I warn you not to interfere
with an officer of the law.

Well, don'’t just stand there!
What'’d I give you jugheads
rifles for?

We were hired as guards,
not bushwhackers.

[ grunting ]

[ hoofbeats approaching ]

[ grunting continues ]

Hold it right there.[ cocks ]

Drop those rifles.

[ blows landing ]

Now, so you can'’t say
you weren'’t served,
read that,

and read it out loud,
in front of witnesses.

I said read it!

"Hobart Mitchell.

"The ledgers and the tests
as of above date,

"Henry Claypoole

"owed him $924.33

"for merchandise
and mining supplies

"purchased by the defendant,

"from the plaintiff,
Hobart Mitchell,

"and has not paid same, or...

any part thereof."

What'’ll we do with him?

Well, once you let old Jeb out,
you'’ll have room
for all three of '’em in jail.

You can charge '’em
with assault

and interfering with
a duly constituted officer

doing his
duly constituted duty.[ chuckles ]

I'’m afraid you wouldn't
be worth your salt
as a deputy, Hobart.

You just naturally sound
like one of those
fancy-pants lawyers.

Let'’s get 'em back to town.All right.

Now, you'’re ending up
better than you deserve,

not losing a penny of the 3,000
you gave Mr. McSween
in the first place.

And I'’m canceling
the 900 you owe me.

And...

here'’s 2,100 in cash

just for signing
a quitclaim deed to your
alleged interest in the mine.

It'’s a better deal
than I'’ll give you,
I'’ll tell you that.

You take it,
or else you go
back there in a cell.

And here'’s something for free--
a little advice.

Get out of Gold Strike
on the next stage.

If you don'’t, the next time
I see your battered face,

I may forget that
I'’m an Irish gentleman.

So, not only did Jebal McSween
get back the mine
which was rightly his,

but his son-in-law
pushed through legislation

protecting unwary miners
from glib promoters

like the unscrupulous Claypoole.

Yes, to use a favorite phrase
of Attorney Hobart Mitchell,

"As the copybook says,

'’All's well that ends well.'’"