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You'’re really gonna go through with it.

Keep your promise, ain'’t ya, Pa?

I ever break a promise to you, Jennie?

No, Pa.

Well, then, I wouldn'’t be making this trip for my health now, would I, kitten?

Promised the marshal I'’d meet him at Monk'’s Head Rock,

and that'’s just what I'’m gonna do-- no gun, no nothing.

Well, you'’ve gone far enough. I'’ll make it alone from here.

No, Pa. I'’m gonna ride right up to Monk'’s Head Rock with ya.

Kitten, I said I was gonna make it alone.

[ clicking tongue ]

Good-bye, Pa.

♪ [ trumpet ]

Howdy, folks. I'’m the Old Ranger.

Like every other era,

the early West had its share of juvenile delinquents.

But in those days,

even less was known about how to handle them.

Still, no one dreamed that Little Dick'’s daughter,

Jennie Metcalf, known as "Little Britches,"

was destined to take over the mantle of her notorious outlaw father,

and to go down in the annals of Western outlawry

as the infamous...

Well, there it is. Monk'’s Head Rock.

Gonna make a nice headstone for you, Hobe.

Oh, now, I told you. Relax, Kenny.

I got no cause to start worrying.

No more than a rabbit walking straight into a fox'’s lair.

But I don'’t see any cause for me to start quaking in my boots.

You ask me, that Hamlin crowd'’s heart'’s gone out of them

if Little Dick Metcalf'’s willing to give himself up.

If he'’s so anxious to give himself up,

how come you gotta traipse yourself all the way out here to get him?

And how come I can'’t come along with you the rest of the way?

Because I promised if he'’d surrender, I'’d meet him alone.

That'’s how come.

Look, he'’s not gonna try anything.

He knows he'’s getting safe conduct back to Wadesville,

and I'’m arranging full amnesty for him.

I just don'’t like this soft dealing

with a man who'’s got better than a dozen notches on his gun.

Well, you gotta compromise sometimes, Kenny.

Breaking up that Hamlin gang will go along way

toward bringing law and order to Oklahoma.

And Little Dick Metcalf'’s a perfect start.

Perfect bait, you'’re talking about.Perfect bait...

I wouldn'’t sneer if I was you, Hobe.

You think they wouldn'’t set a trap for the one man in the territory

who figures to wipe '’em out, to kill every last one of '’em?

Oh, I wasn'’t sneering at the possibility they'’re trying, Kenny.

Just at the thought there being a trap tough enough

to pierce this tough hide of mine.

Hobe?

I never yet saw a human hide

tough enough to stop a slug of lead.

[ clicks tongue ] Hey.

Metcalf!

Right over here, just like I promised.

And unarmed too.

All right. Come out where I can see you.

Sure, sure. Why not?

All right, Metcalf. Up with those hands.

Said I'’d give myself up, didn'’t I, Sheriff?

You murdered my pa.

Why, he just came to give himself up.

He was unarmed like he promised you.

Like he promised me, but...

You shot him down in cold blood. Why?

Why?

He was unarmed. Is that what he told you?

He never lied to me.

Then I made a mistake.

I'’m sorry, miss.

You'’re gonna be a whole lot sorrier.

[ sighs ] Well, am I a prisoner?

You haven'’t committed any crime, miss.

My father wasn'’t breaking any law when you killed him.

He was turning himself in. But that didn'’t stop you.

Uh, just a minute, miss--Well, you don'’t see him denying it, do you?

My father was right.

You take what you want in this world

and then you fight to hang on to it.

This is mine.

And that was his.

But that wasn'’t the only thing he left me.

He taught me about killers with tin badges.

I didn'’t believe him then, but I do now.

Hobe, nothing on this green earth

can convince me you shot him down.

Unless he tried to draw on you first.

You'’re right, Kenny. It was a trap.

He palmed that.

Why didn'’t you show her? Well, why didn'’t you tell her about it?

Don'’t know. I couldn'’t.

If I destroyed the memory of her father,

she wouldn'’t have much to hang on to now.

I'’m not sure you did the right thing, Hobe.

Neither am I.

[ gunshot ]

[ men laughing ]

[ laughing continues ]

Are you out of your mind?

You could'’ve knocked half the teeth out of my head!

Why, you said you wanted to give up smoking,

and so I gently eased the cigarette out of your mouth.

I'’m sorry you got sore about it.

If I want your help, I'’ll ask you for it!

Why, you forget there,Tulsa,

me and my gun helped you out more than once since I joined this crowd,

and you didn'’t seem to mind.

Now, you listen to me--Oh, come on, fellas. Ease off it.

You and your gun!

If one isn'’t sounding off, the other is!

Listen, Tulsa, I had just about enough out of you.

I play a little joke on you, and right away, you-- [ brush rustles ]

Come out of that bush with your hands up.

Don'’t try and pull nothing.

Oh, I don'’t wanna pull nothing.

I was sneaking up just to see who it was.

I don'’t like people sneaking up on me.

Relax, Monte. That'’s Dick Metcalf's kid.

That?

Why, uh, don'’t pay him any mind, Jennie.

Jennie?

[ laughs ] You mean--

You meanthat thing in them pants, that'’s a-- that's a girl?

Yeah. I stole '’em off a clothesline.

[ chuckles ] I know I kind of look silly.

Mm.Sorry.

That there is Monte Webb. He'’s new with us.

Oh. Pleased to make your acquaintance, Mr. Webb.

Well, uh, now you made my acquaintance,

uh, what do you want?

Well, I wanna join up with you.

[ laughing ]

She wants to join up with us.

Like we was playing games.

I'’m afraid you better, uh, stick to your dolls, uh, Little Britches.

Aw, I'’m not playing games.

I'’m as good as any of you.

I can shoot. I shoot straight too.

Been riding all my life.

Give me a chance. I'’ll show you.

We heard what happened over at Monk'’s Head Rock.

We was all mighty sorry to hear it.

How'’d you shake the marshal?

He tried to take me in, but I-- I got away.

Even shot a horse out from under me,

and I just changed mounts and kept going.

Little Dick'’s kid, all right.

Yeah. A chip off the old block.

Eh, women around the camp are nothing but trouble.

I won'’t make no trouble.

I'’ve been looking for you for days.

[ sighs ] Ever since it happened.

And I'’m not a female kid.

I'’m a woman.

And I want to stay.

Well, uh, okay.

Maybe for a few days, but, uh, after that...[ snaps fingers ]

You making the decisions around here now, Monte, or am I still head man?

Oh, I didn'’t mean anything, Bill. I was just--

Well, think about it. Any questions?

No questions.

Ya hungry? JENNIE: Yeah!

Just take her horse out with the others.

Turn him down a bit too.

Sure.

Anything for, uh, Little Britches.

Come here.

First off, I want the straight story about that horse

that got shot out from under you.

I mean, the truth.

Well, I traded it for this here gun.

Well, you didn'’t do too badly.

When did you really decide you wanted to follow in the footsteps of your pa?

After you'’d seen that good-looking,

new, fast gun of ours?

No, my mind was made up before I came here.

But you do kind of go for him, don'’t ya?

Now, one thing'’s got nothing to do with the other, Mr. Hamlin.

Right now, the thing I got most in my mind is hate.

I got enough hate in me for law and lawmen to last me a lifetime.

You know something, Little Britches?

I think we just might be able to find a use for you.

Silly.

I saw her once in my life.

She looked at me like I was dirt.

I can'’t get her out of my head.

I'’m gonna remind myself she'’s a hardened criminal now.

Well, there'’s one consolation, Kenny.

We don'’t know if she's personally killed anybody yet.

But she'’ll be starting that, too, unless we can figure out some way of stopping her.

Hobe...

have you ever considered that the step you took once,

not telling her about her old man...

Maybe that'’s what pushed her onto the path she'’s taken.

I'’ve sat out here all night sometimes thinking nothing else.

I'’ve roamed those hills looking for her.

Looking.

I should'’ve been performing a dozen other duties.

Trying to think of why I didn'’t face up to her about her father.

[ chuckles ] When and why I thought I was so softhearted,

when all I was really doing was shirking my duty.

Maybe it'’s not too late.

Maybe all that bitterness'’d drain out of her

if she knew the truth about her old man, even now.

Maybe.

How we gonna find her?

We'’ve already combed the territory.

I think I know a way of making her come to me.

It'’ll be a bit risky, but what I'’ve got in mind will work.

It'’s my problem, Kenny.

I don'’t want you taking any unnecessary risks. Not for me.

I might not be doing it for you.

How many trips are we gonna have to make to convince you

that neither Hamlin gang or nobody else is gonna try to stop us?

Why not?We got a moneybox up here in plain sight.

Neither one of us are armed.That'’s just the point.

Looks too darn easy.

They'’re pretty cagey.

Maybe you'’re right.

We'’ll use a different angle next trip.

But we'’re gonna keep right on trying until-- Hey.

A girl, all right. Better pull up.

Ho! Ho!

Keep your hands off those guns and throw down that box!

Ain'’t carrying no guns, mister.

And the box hasn'’t got a plug nickel in it.

We aim to get this crowd, and we will someday.

Did this so we could talk to you, Jennie.

Yeah, well, I got no interest in anything you got to say, Deputy.

Let me show you something, Jennie.

Maybe you'’ll recognize it and understand about what your father...

[ body thuds ]

What are you looking at me for? He was drawing on you.

He'’s not even wearing a gun, Monte.

He had one in his pocket, and it'’s in his hand now.

HAMLIN: Appears if Monte was right this time.

He did have a gun.

This gun belonged to my pa!

All Derringers look alike.

No. His initials are scratched right on it.

Oh, anybody can scratch whatever initials they want to.

For all you know, sonny boy here--No, this is my pa'’s!

I saw it with him the day he was killed.

He was trying to tell me something.

Whatever it was, he was a lawman.

I doubt that a lawman would be bringing good tidings

to the notorious Little Miss Britches.

Come on.

Come on!

Hyah! Hyah! Hyah![ whinnies ]

Where'’s Kenny?

Hobe, our trap kind of backfired.

He dead?

Yeah.

Told him not to go. I didn'’t want him to go.

That girl-- she with '’em?Yeah.

She the one that killed him?No, it was one of the other fellows.

You sure she wasn'’t the one that killed him?

Hobe, what'’s the matter with you?

I'’m trying to tell you that Kenny'’s dead,

and all you can do is talk about that girl!

Eh, I'’m sorry.

I lost the trail for a while.

Picked it up near Monk'’s Head Rock

and followed it way over past Joshua Pass.

Sam, get a posse together, and plenty of supplies.

Sound like we'’ll be out for quite some time.

That'’s right. It'’s a showdown, Sam.

It'’s either us or that Hamlin gang. Every last one of '’em.

That girl included.

Hobe, they'’re right up there.

Well, they got good cover.

None of '’em are gonna get out without some of us getting a shot at '’em.

There'’s not a wisp of smoke.

Maybe they'’re not cool yet.

[ rifle fires ][ whinnying ]

Sam, those we can'’t blast out, we'’ll starve out, if it takes a year.

[ gunfire ]

How long we gotta stay holed up in here?

Till I say we make a break for it.

They'’ll starve us out.

She'’s got the last of the hardtack.

The last food of any kind.

Here, Monte. Take mine. I don'’t want it.

Thanks.

Go on back.

When'’s Tulsa getting back with that water?

HAMLIN: He ain'’t. He ain'’t?

If you was to get past '’em, would you come back to save us?

Nah, me neither.

There'’s not one of us gives a hoot for the other.

[ gunshots ]

[ gunshots stop ]

You didn'’t make it through '’em, huh?

I got within a few feet of '’em,

but every time I tried to sneak past, the lead start flyin'’.

What sort of shape they in?

Uh, I couldn'’t tell. But I know one thing:

they don'’t have to run through no barrage for food and water.

Yeah.

But it'’s been three days for them, same as us.

And they ain'’t nothing but a bunch of lousy storekeepers

with no heart for this sort of thing.

What'’s keeping them down there?

Marshal Hobe Martin.

Martin, huh?

Where is he? Did you see him?

I got a glimpse. He-- He'’s there, all right.

The rest of them are scattered all around,

but he'’s right plumb in he center.

He ain'’t letting them quit, and, if you ask me,

he ain'’t gonna let us get away... alive.

Let me get something to wrap around that arm of yours, Tulsa.

With Hobe Martin, we haven'’t got a chance.

Bet the rest of them would pack up and leave if I was to pick him off.

You'’re such a shot, you'’re gonna bend a bullet around that rock to get him?

No, but if he was to come out and talk peace terms,

I might be able to pick him off from here.

You think he'’d come out in the open just for a friendly talk with one of us?

He might, if it was the girl.

She'’s the reason he came out here.

He sent his deputy out first, and then he come himself.

Uh, those guys probably wouldn'’t even shoot

if she was to go out there.

Supposing you'’re wrong?

Aw, she'’s just playing games.

She'’s not really one of us, so-- so what'’s the loss?

That won'’t work anyway.

We send her out alone, the marshal will smell a rat.

He'’s right. Someone'’s gotta go with her.

Duck for cover the minute the marshal steps out in the open.

You know something, Monte? You go with her.

Get a much closer shot at Hobe Martin.

That'’s right. You'’re the one killed his deputy.

You'’re the one brought him up here.

So I reckon you'’re the one that'’s gonna get us out of this trouble you got us into.

We'’re gonna make a break for it.

You'’re crazy.How?

Monte here had a real good idea how we could pull it off. Tell her about it, Monte.

Well, I, uh-- I figured you could go out first

with a, uh, white flag, and, uh--

Well, I'’d be right behind ya.

And when-- when the marshal

showed himself to talk to us,

we'’d duck and--

You mean pretend to give ourselves up like my father did.

Now, you know he was shot down.

Was he?

Sure, he was.

Now, here'’s your chance for revenge.

This was your bright idea, huh?

We'’re counting on the both of ya, so you better be convincing.

Get moving, Little Britches.

Monte, let'’s make a run for it.

Shut up and keep moving.

Hobe.

Hold your fire.

You think they'’re really coming out?

Could be some kind of a dodge.

Could be.

Let'’s really turn ourselves in.

And hang? Not me.

Maybe we'’d be in prison for a few years, but--

Well, then we'’d be free to go places, and,

well, just be somebody.

I'’m just what I wanna be.

and I'’m gonna get myself a marshal today.

So when he steps out, you just better duck.

Come on. Let'’s go.

Don'’t shoot!

Hobe? Hobe Martin.

Wanna talk to ya.

We'’re ready to give ourselves up,

but I think it'’s only fair that you come out and talk terms.

Y-You didn'’t even try and draw on him.

You weren'’t looking at him. You were looking at me.

I figured it was up to you, Jennie,

to save what'’s left of both our lives.

Mighty glad you did.

Because of her age, Little Britches,

at the right of this photograph with Cattle Annie,

another female outlaw of the day,

was sentenced to only two years in a federal reformatory

at Framingham, Massachusetts.

Upon her release, she elected to remain in the East,

and she spent the rest of her life doing religious work

in the settlement houses of New York'’s lowliest slums.