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♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

- Hyah! -♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Keep movin', movin', movin' ♪

♪ Though they're disapprovin' ♪

♪ Keep them dogies movin' ♪

♪ Rawhide ♪

♪ Don't try to understand them ♪

♪ Just rope and throw and brand 'em ♪

♪ Soon we'll be livin' high and wide ♪

♪ My heart's calculatin' ♪

♪ My true love will be waitin' ♪

♪ Be waiting at the end of my ride ♪

♪ Move 'em on, head 'em up, head 'em up, move 'em on ♪

♪ Move 'em on, head 'em up, Rawhide ♪

-(whip cracks) -♪ Cut 'em out, ride 'em in ♪

♪ Ride 'em in, let 'em out, cut 'em out, ride 'em in ♪

-♪ Rawhide...! ♪ -♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

- Hyah! -♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin'. ♪

(whip cracks twice)

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

[CATTLE MOOING]

[THUNDER CRASHING]

[YELLING AND WHISTLING]

FAVOR: Stampede! Come on, everybody, up!

Let's go! Let's hit those saddles! Move!

MUSHY [SINGING]: Somebody's darling

Somebody's pride

Who'll tell his mother

Where her boy died?

Oh, somebody's darling

Somebody's pride

Who'll tell his mother...

Ho.

Mr. Wishbone, the supply wagon's back.

Mr. Wishbone.

"Somebody's darling.”

You gave me a start. Where is everybody?

Well, it was such a nice night, we decided to have a picnic.

A picnic?

We had a stampede, you knucklehead.

Oh. But you're gonna help me unload, aren't you, Mr. Wishbone?

I'll take that bet.

Hey, where's Johnny Larkin?

Well, he decided to stay in town.

He what?

Well, he said he wanted to get a couple of beers.

Well, if you think I'm gonna do Johnny Larkin's unloading

while he's socializes in the fleshpots of Zebulon,

you got another thing coming.

Now, what's the idea riding into camp like that?

- What's the big rush? - Shh, shh.

What's the matter?

I guess I lost them.

Lost who?

I don't know, Wish. It's the darndest thing.

Bunch of men wearing black masks took after me, right outside of Zebulon.

Now what kind of trouble you got into?

No trouble, Wish. No mess, no nothing.

- You get in a fight or something? - Me, fight?

Now, you know I'm a lover.

You made some smart remark to one of their womenfolk.

I'm telling you, I didn't do a thing.

I just had a couple of beers and I started riding outside of town.

All of a sudden, somebody hollered, "There he goes.

- That's the one who did it!" - Did what?

Mushy, I didn't stop to ask him.

Now, come on, you got some idea.

Wish, I swear I don't.

But I'll tell you one thing, that's an unfriendly town back there.

They got no use for drovers at all.

Look, I'm gonna ease into the supply wagon for a while,

and if anybody comes asking for me, will you just tell them that I--

MAN 1: Stand right still, all of you.

MAN 2: I got him right here.

WISHBONE: What's the big idea?

What are you doing here?

MAN 1: Stand easy, friend,

we've no business with you.

- Is this the man? MAN 3: That's the man.

I don't know what you're talking about. What man? I didn't do anything.

MAN 1: Take the prisoner's gun.

- Prisoner by order of who? MAN 1: By order of the Regulators.

Now, what makes you think you can come in

and take a man out of this camp? I wanna see some badges.

MAN 1: Let's get on with it.

Don't let that mask make you brave, mister.

[GRUNTS]

MAN 1: Hold it right there.

Wait a minute, hold it. Look, I don't know what this is all about,

but I'm not your man. I swear to you, I'm not.

You got me mixed up with somebody else.

Now, just hear me out.

MAN 1: You'll be heard.

But not here, not now.

Mount up.

What are we gonna do, Mr. Wishbone?

Go get the boss.

What are they gonna do with Mr. Larkin?

- I said go get the boss. - Yes, sir.

Now.

You say they call themselves the Regulators, huh?

That's right.

Maybe we better call in the men.

No, with the herd scattered the way it is,

I'll need every man I got in the saddle.

- I'll look into it. - Maybe I better come with you.

No, I'll need you here too.

WISHBONE: Well, you might be riding into a bind. A bad one.

That's why I get paid all that extra money.

REGULATOR: All right, Barton, that covers about everything up to now.

But I want you to be real sure.

Have you ever seen this ring before?

He wore it in my store today.

- I remarked on it. - That's a lie.

I never saw that ring before in my life. Believe me!

All right, Larkin, you wanna ask him any questions?

Questions?

How can I ask him any questions

about something I don't know anything about?

It's just like I told you, I never killed the girl.

I never even saw her!

All right, Barton.

Luanna Day.

Your name?

LUANNA: Luanna Day.

REGULATOR: From the window in the back of your place,

you can see Betty McKeever's house, can't you?

LUANNA: That's right.

And you saw this man with Betty McKeever

go in there this afternoon about 4:00, is that right?

I don't know.

What?

I wouldn't wanna say, not for certain.

REGULATOR: You were heard to say this afternoon

in front of a half a dozen witnesses.

LUANNA: I just got a glimpse, I'm not that sure.

REGULATOR: All right, is it true that you saw a man

go into Betty McKeever's house

about his size, his build, his coloring, and dressed like he is?

Well, yes.

Well, I guess, in general--

It's shadowy in that alley.

And like I said, I--

You wanna ask her any questions?

Well, she--

She said it wasn't me.

What more do you want?

She said it could've been you.

And that, coupled with this ring, is enough to hang you, Larkin.

Now, you men have all heard the evidence--

MAJOR: Just a minute, Mr. Prosecutor.

We'll keep this thing according to the rules.

The prisoner's got a chance to sum up his defense

and make a closing statement.

It's your say, Larkin.

I told you before, I didn't do it.

And so help me, I didn't!

REGULATOR: I'll let the evidence stand by itself.

All you men who feel he's guilty, signify by--

FAVOR: Wait a minute.

- Wait a minute. LARKIN: Mr. Favor.

MAJOR: All right, I know your name. What else should I know?

Larkin here works for me.

What's this all about?

MAJOR: He is being tried for the murder of Betty McKeever,

this town, age 25.

She was found this afternoon with her neck broken.

We have good and sufficient reason to believe that Larkin is responsible.

We're giving him more than she had.

It's a trial by jury.

By whose authority?

MAJOR: By the authority of this town.

The people.

You know of any better authority?

Federal, for one thing.

In this territory,

only a federal judge can try a murder case.

MAJOR: The federal judge is a fat old man

wearing a raggedy black coat,

who comes around only when he happens to remember

that fly spot on the map is a town called Zebulon.

No, thanks, friend.

We have our own brand of justice here,

and we're proud of it.

Then why are you hiding behind a mask?

Mr. Favor--

They got no witness. They got nothing.

REGULATOR: We have all the evidence we need.

This ring.

He was seen wearing it this afternoon.

And you know where we found it, mister?

In Betty McKeever's dead hand.

It's not mine, Mr. Favor.

I swear it.

You call this justice?

Two bits worth of cheap colored glass and silver?

Why, not even a fat old man in a raggedy black coat

could hang a man on the strength of that.

MAJOR: Maybe.

Maybe not.

But we could.

And there isn't anything you can do about it.

I got 25 men who might not agree with you.

MAJOR: Twenty-five.

We've got that many and 50 more.

You bring your trash to Zebulon,

I'll bury it for you.

- Let's get on with it. FAVOR: Hold it.

You harm this man in any way,

and there ain't gonna be a mask big enough for you to hide behind.

You'll answer for it, and that's a promise.

MAJOR: Get out of town, trash. Get out now!

Tie him to the wheel.

All of you watch.

And remember,

the justice of Zebulon brooks no interference.

Not from any man.

Watch

and remember.

[GRUNTS]

MAN: You! Drover!

What do you want?

MAN 2: Some garbage for you.

Here's the rest of it.

Catch.

Carry the word to all drifters, drovers and saddle tramps.

Stay out of Zebulon.

Jim, come here! Come here, quick!

[FAVOR GRUNTS]

That's all right, boss.

You're gonna be all right.

QUINCE: Everybody here, Joe? - All but the night guards.

Are you all fully loaded?

- Yes, Mr. Jim. - All right, let's move out.

Here, where do you think you're going?

I'm going to town, that's where I'm going.

You are not. I need somebody to help me with Mr. Favor, that's you.

But I got a right to tear up that town.

- You-- - Nobody's gonna tear up nothing.

Yeah. Now, what business have you got up?

You're not fit to be up. Get down there.

FAVOR: You hear me, Quince? Nobody's going nowhere.

Don't aim to cross you, Mr. Favor, but it's been decided.

We're going to Zebulon.

And none of you would come back.

They got a small private army in there.

Plus a small private cemetery just for drovers and drifters.

Anybody leaves here, they'll have to get past me.

You know Johnny Larkin's dead, don't you?

Look what they did to you.

They dumped both of your bodies beside the herd.

- Said something about garbage. - As long as I'm running this herd,

I'll run it my way. Now, turn in.

Yeah, all right.

We, for one, I hate to see them get away with it.

Don't worry about that.

Nobody's getting away with nothing.

You want some coffee?

Boss.

You ought to have better sense.

You got no business up and you know it.

- That so? - Yeah, with a back like that,

you ought to be down flat at least two days.

Help me on with this.

[WISHBONE GROANS]

Boss, about Larkin, just why was he hung?

A girl was killed in town.

She had a ring in her hand, they said it belonged to him.

- He said it didn't. - A ring?

Is this it? They said it came with the rest of the trash.

Yeah, that's it.

I never saw it before.

Neither did ll.

Quince,

you're taking over till Rowdy gets back from Tiburon with his bunch.

You got two days to make the white water.

- Two days? - At the outside.

It'll be narrow if we do it at all.

You've got to make it.

It's been raining up in the Sangres. The river will be coming to flood.

If you don't make it by tomorrow night, we'll lose a full week.

So we'll cross it tomorrow night.

Good. Hey Soos.

- Yeah? - Give me a horse.

- A horse, Señor Favor? FAVOR: That's right.

Are you out of your mind? You belong in the wagon.

FAVOR: Get the horse.

[HEY SOOS SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

What are you gonna do?

I got some business in town. Personal business.

Well, stopping us from tearing up a town is one thing, but--

Now, this is sure another. You're not going in there alone.

All or nobody, and I say all of us.

Well, I got a better idea.

There's laws against lynching and federal marshals to back it up.

With one to every thousand square miles, how do you find him?

You send men out, that's how.

With no men to spare?

You'll move the herd like I told you.

White water in two days.

- Got your word on it? - You got it.

Señor Favor.

Yeah, I'm not gonna let you do it.

I don't see how you're gonna stop me.

Look, it's just a matter of hunting one man down.

I don't see any other way to do it except alone.

Now, hear this, you stay out of this town.

All of you.

Mr. Favor, we all know how you feel, every one of us.

- You ever been horsewhipped? - No, I haven't.

I don't think you do.

All right, we got a herd to move out.

[BELL RINGS]

[DOOR OPENS THEN CLOSES]

[BELL RINGS]

CLERK: All right, all right, I'm coming.

- What'll you have? - A room, and see to my animal.

Number 8, top of the stairs.

That'll be four bits of--

You were the one.

Last night.

You want the key back?

Not till I get told different.

The head of the Regulators,

the one they call the Major, where is he?

I don't know.

Al right, tell your sheriff I wanna talk to him.

Ain't got no sheriff, just a deputy.

Young fellow by the name of Roy Cutter.

Was he around last night?

Look, mister, Roy does like he's told.

We all do.

There's no standing against them.

It'd be smart if you just rode back where you came from.

How about a woman named Luanna Day?

Where is she?

I said where is she?

She runs a saloon, The Cattleman's.

Across the street and down a ways.

I'm looking for a Luanna Day.

Luanna?

LUANNA: What is it?

You got company.

LUANNA: What do you want?

FAVOR: I just wanna see you for a minute.

LUANNA: Heh. I'll bet you would.

She's taking a bath.

LUANNA: Make yourself comfortable. I be out as soon as I can.

You, uh, the deputy?

So it says.

Where were you last night?

What makes that business of yours?

A horsewhipping and a lynching makes it my business.

I got the horsewhip and one of my crew got hung.

So?

So I just thought the law should be a little interested anyways.

The three little monkeys, mister.

Hear no, speak no, see no.

That's all this law is interested in.

Last night I was over at Lathrop looking for some stray stock.

Well, I'm not making any money here.

Deputy.

Maybe you'd better go look for some more strayed stock

for a couple of days.

That ought to give me time to take the mask off this Major fellow.

And don't worry about running along and telling him. I'd like you to do that.

Before you leave.

Like Luanna said, make yourself comfortable.

ROY: Sam.

I thought I'd find you here, Major.

What is it, Roy?

There's a man over at Luanna's I think you ought to know about.

Gil Favor, trail boss.

A man with a memory and a stubborn streak to match.

I know all about him, Roy.

Anything else?

He sent you a message. He said he wanted to see you.

Without the mask.

All right, Cutter, you ran your little errand.

Why don't you go back and find your lost cows?

I had that in mind.

Major, that drover didn't come back to town alone

just to take in the scenery.

You know, Major, sometimes a horsewhipping can do that to the man.

It can either break him or it can...

Pushes him back in the jungle.

Unpredictable, primitive, dangerous.

Capable of anything.

I said we should have strung him up last night with the other one.

And I'm saying it now,

finish him before he finishes one of us.

Not one of you, Sam.

Just me.

He promised me that.

Now I know he meant it.

TOM: No.

Hanging a murderer is one thing, but to flat out and out kill a man--

It's the law of the jungle, Tom. Kill or be killed.

It seems we don't have any other choice.

Exactly the way I see it.

Well, I don't agree with that.

I don't agree with that at all, Major.

There's gotta be another way.

Maybe there is, Tom.

Maybe there is.

TOM: Isn't that the old man from the cattle drive?

I've noticed sometimes with a certain kind of man,

the best way to reach him is through someone else.

It might work.

Don't let there be any question marks about it, Sam.

Make it convincing.

Well,

after last night, I figured you'd be dropping in on morticians,

not saloonkeepers.

I heal fast.

And forget slow, huh, cowboy?

Al right, so I talk too much.

Well, what'll it be?

Just a name, lady.

It goes with Major.

Why me?

You didn't seem too anxious for Larkin to hang last night.

Well, that doesn't mean I wanna try my neck for size.

Do you mind?

- Some pearls of wisdom, cowboy-- - I didn't come here for advice.

Well, since it's free, you're gonna get it anyway.

The Cattleman's Saloon,

four walls, a ceiling that don't leak, some beat-up old furniture,

and a pretty fair stock of backcountry firewater.

It's not much but it's the walls of Jericho between me and the wolves.

And it's all mine. You know why?

Because I do what I'm told.

When the Regulators bark,

I scream.

And loud.

I'm scared, cowboy.

But I sleep nights.

And that is the way the Regulators keep it.

Who are they?

Just men. They don't advertise.

They made a lot of noise last night.

Look closely, cowboy.

Under this war paint, there's a lot of mileage.

I've been there.

Dodge, Ellsworth, Libertyville.

A bunch of open graves.

Up until a year ago, Zebulon had them all beat.

A man wasn't safe on the streets. And a woman?

She wasn't safe anywhere.

And the law just plain wasn't.

Now, that's when they--

The Regulators moved in and they did a job that needed doing.

- And they made it stick. - The Major, who is he?

Didn't you get enough of that whip last night?

Just what do you think you're try--?

Cowboy.

Your friend, Larkin,

- he killed her. - What?

I saw them go into her house.

I heard them fight.

You weren't so positive of that last night.

Maybe I just didn't wanna see a man hang.

Maybe you just wanna play it safe

and keep your walls of Jericho from falling down.

You don't wanna believe it, do you?

Cowboy, you have got one move.

Straight out of town.

Now, if you don't take it,

you're dog meat.

- Your name Favor? - That's right.

Your friend's looking for you. Over at the hotel.

Little gent with whiskers.

Have a nice little chat?

Sam--

The Major don't like that, honey.

Talking, I mean.

Now, I'd keep that in mind.

You understand?

FAVOR: Wish.

Get a doctor.

I said get a doctor!

MAJOR: I'm a doctor.

It'll be all right to move him.

I'll need some help.

You can take him upstairs.

Too bad.

Old man like that.

Of course, accidents do happen, don't they?

He's resting easy now.

He gonna be all right?

Aside from assorted bumps and bruises,

he had quite a crack on his skull.

You drovers seem to be a hardheaded lot.

- How much do I owe you? - No.

I'll take no money for this.

There's something else I'll take.

Your promise to leave town.

He isn't the first man I've patched up like this.

And he won't be the last.

My advice is to take it in the spirit it's meant.

Maybe I shouldn't try to outguess the Regulators but--

Go ahead, try.

I'd say it's meant as a warning

to you and your friend.

And they mean right now.

Wouldn't hurt to move him. You can rent a wagon at the livery.

Matter of fact, I'm going right past there,

I could ask them to hold one for you.

You do that.

And you'll be leaving?

Yeah, as soon as I finish what I've come for.

It's you against 50 men.

Just one man, that's all I want.

You find him,

then what?

Call a meeting in an hour, your place.

It didn't take?

He made up his mind.

So have I.

You awake?

The way I feel, I wish I wasn't.

Here's some soup.

Yeah.

Thanks. Just hold it.

I think I better lie down and rest.

To tell you the truth, I'm not very hungry.

What happened?

I'd come to town looking for you

only a couple of those laughing boys in black found me first.

Said if we didn't disappear,

there was gonna be a couple of fresh unmarked graves in the town plot.

Next thing I knew

here I am.

I told you to stay with the herd.

Well, something come up. Something you ought to know.

It better be good.

Hand me my pants. Ooh.

This is the ring that they said that Larkin had.

He said he didn't know anything about it.

Yeah, what about it?

Well, I was going through his things to send to his folks.

On the bottom of his possible bag,

I found these.

Just as alike as peas in a pod.

He must've been passing them out like cotton candy in every town we hit.

And no doubt about it, Johnny Larkin did have that ring.

He said different and he lied.

Yeah, well, it don't change anything.

Well, if it don't, it should.

He killed a girl and he swung for it.

That finishes it.

For you maybe, not me.

WISHBONE: Oh, boss, what they did to us, it'll heal.

Outside of a few scars,

Zebulon will just be a bad dream. It'll go away.

You make anything more of it, it won't.

It'll fester till it kills you.

It's their poison, let them live with it.

After I get my man.

Who appointed you the avenging angel of death?

A man in a mask.

All right, go on and kill him.

Or get killed.

But you don't make any mistake about it.

You're not doing this for Johnny Larkin or justice or anything else.

You're just a man that got horsewhipped and can't live with it.

[SIGHS]

Does that really make it any better?

You bet your hat it does.

Makes it easier to live with anyway.

Who? The Regulators?

They don't bother me and I don't bother them.

What then?

A man like you wouldn't understand.

Well, try me.

All my life,

as long as I can recollect, I wanted to be a lawman.

Oh, that may not mean much to you, but that's what I wanted.

Three years ago, Sheriff Heineke took me on here.

Deputy.

I worked.

Worked hard at everything.

Especially my gun.

Well, I got good. Fast and fancy.

First time I really had to use it I froze.

I ran away and hid under a bottle.

That's my little problem.

I got no guts, I'm a coward.

- Said you wouldn't understand. - Hmmph.

Cutter, the way you talk you make it sound like

being a coward is like being an Irishman

or 6 feet tall or having blue eyes.

You can't change any of those things.

You can change being a coward.

Yeah, any time you want to. You get chances every single day.

All you got to do is stand up. Just even a little bit.

Like right now.

Who is he? This Major.

- I'll give you a clue-- - Yeah, I know, get out of town.

Somebody else tell you?

Oh, everybody's been real big on that.

Did it ever come to you that Major and the rest of them might be right?

Now, Cutter, all it'd take is one strong man,

one strong lawman to handle this whole town.

That could be you.

Do you think so?

We had us a strong lawman, old Heineke.

He couldn't do a thing.

You wanna know how the Regulators started?

There's a drover in jail one night for drunk.

Right in here.

A bunch of his friends came over to bust him out.

There was a gunfight.

The one I told you about where I didn't do so good.

Now, when it was over, old Heineke was dying

and there was a little boy outside.

He was dead.

Hit by a wild shot.

That's how the Regulators started.

Next day, his father got a bunch of men together--

Look, Cutter, all I want is a name. Just one lousy little name.

Dig your own grave. I'm not gonna dig it for you.

[PIANO PLAYING SOFT MUSIC]

LUANNA: Jack.

One beer for one drover.

You ain't exactly packing them in tonight, are you?

Well, nothing will. Not tonight.

Not till you go back where you belong.

What are you all afraid of? I ain't fighting the town.

Al want is one man.

A year ago, it was only one man too.

That's the way it started.

But we all got involved in it.

That was when that sheriff was killed and that kid?

Jody Wallace, 8 years old.

That's what I mean. That's what happens when--

Then his father's name would be Dr. Wallace?

The Major?

It's just a name, forget it.

Look, you've got no business with Wallace.

I told you this morning the drover was guilty.

You told me a lot of things.

What did you want me to say?

You walk in here with a face like death

and expect me to point the way for what?

So you can kill a man for doing what he thought was right?

Did he?

You sure Larkin wasn't just another bunch of flowers for his kid's grave?

- I don't know and I don't care. - Well, I do.

Favor,

you can't win.

Supposing you do kill him before somebody kills you,

don't you know you'll hang for it?

It just came out.

There was an accident.

I was trying to explain the good you've done and...

Well, I said more than I meant to.

- That's all. - That's all?

All Favor has to do is check the public records

and he'll have Jody's name, and mine.

- I'm sorry. - You are, for a fact, Roy,

about as sorry an excuse for a man as I know.

All right, Major, what do we do now?

MAJOR: What we should've done last night.

Hang him.

Wait a minute.

On what charge?

I said hanging a man for killing is one thing, but this is going too--

You were quick enough to join in last night.

That was an execution.

So is this.

The only question is

do you execute Favor before he commits murder

or afterwards?

[SIGHS]

What about the rest of you?

We'll get the men. Call out the town, everybody.

As for you, Roy,

I think you've outlived your usefulness to us.

You've got till sunup to pack.

I better warn you, all I'd need is the least little excuse

from any one of you.

Heh. Ain't that funny?

Without your black masks, you only look like human beings.

What do you want?

Like I told you, doctor, just one man.

- You. - Favor.

Deputy, you better run along.

There must be some strayed stock somewhere.

No need to run, Roy.

We've nothing to fear from our archangel of vengeance here.

You see, what he is here for, it's not a thing every man can do.

It takes a special breed of man to kill in cold blood.

Nothing special about pulling a trigger, Wallace. Just how you do it.

Only difference between you and me, I don't need to hide behind any mask

or torchlight trial.

Justice is justice, Favor.

Every man that we tried, including that murderer you call friend,

was given a fair hearing.

No man was executed without cause,

no man was punished without good reason.

Including you.

Spare me the righteous indignation, Favor.

I've heard too much of it

from too many men who tried to bend the truth their way.

Go on, pull the trigger.

I challenge you to use that gun.

[GUNSHOT]

Like I said, I'm not gonna dig your grave for you.

Quite right, Roy. We'll do that for him.

Get started, Sam.

Tell them to set up for a trial.

A short trial.

MAJOR: You all saw what happened last night.

You all know why this man came back.

He came here to commit murder.

To destroy the very justice that we, all of us,

are pledged to uphold.

We voted, we came to a decision.

Your decision, Zebulon's decision.

This man must hang.

If for no other reason

than to protect what is right.

To show the world that here, in this town,

no one man has the right to take the law into his own hands.

- All right, see to it. - Not yet, Mr. Executioner.

[CROWD MURMURING]

Not till it's all been said.

Wish, get out of here before you get hurt again.

- You can't change anything. - Well, neither can this rope.

MAJOR: The Regulators issue only one warning, friend.

You've had yours.

LUANNA: Major.

You said this was our decision.

Not yours, not just the Regulators'.

If he's got something to say, I think we should all listen.

MAJOR: Very well. Just make it short.

Short and sweet.

You use that rope on Mr. Favor,

you're gonna have to try me out for size too.

Because if you don't, I'll be back.

And for the very same reason that he came back.

Only I won't be alone.

There's 25 cow pushers out there

that'll take this just as personal as I will.

It don't matter how many guns you got, we'll still come.

And we won't leave until every one of you have answered for this.

Not last night. Just this.

It won't be just them.

It'll be some of you too.

Maybe even some of us.

And why?

Because you stood by and let a bunch of masked vultures

hang a man for thinking.

Not committing the crime, just thinking about one.

MAJOR: Very well, that's all. LUANNA: No, Major.

There's more.

No. You start hanging somebody for what they think about doing,

this town will end up a cemetery.

MAJOR: Better a cemetery than what it was.

Go back to your saloon, Luanna, and think about it.

Think about that very carefully.

I just did.

Very carefully.

I told Favor your name.

Does that make me a candidate for this?

And what about Roy?

He told Favor about your son.

When will he be next?

And what about the rest of you?

When was the last time that you crossed

one of our black-robed disciples of virtue?

When will you be next?

MAJOR: I'm not in the habit of repeating myself, Luanna.

Go back to your saloon and stay there

until you hear from me.

- The hanging, gentlemen. ROY: No.

There'll be no more hanging here.

Maybe it took this.

Maybe it took what Favor came here to do, but it's over.

Through.

There'll be no more revenge for your son's death.

No more graves to help him rest in peace.

MAJOR: He will never rest in peace.

Not until we've made this town a decent place to live.

With horsewhippings and lynchings?

With tar and feathers and fear?

MAJOR: With whatever it takes to do the job!

No, Major.

There'll be no more Regulators.

It's over.

MAJOR: I've warned you, Roy. Now, I--

ROY: Lower the guns, boys.

There'll be no more killing here.

Take off the masks.

There's nothing to hide from now.

All right, go on home, folks.

There's nothing more to see here.

Well, you can go back to your cattle drive, Mr. Favor.

The federal marshal will finish up here.

Or maybe just one good lawman, huh?

All I got to say is whatever he and the rest of those Regulators get,

they had it coming.

A man shouldn't take the law in his own hands.

Says so in the Book.

Come on, Wish, we got a herd to catch.

Oh, uh, Favor.

I have a question.

Were you really gonna kill him?

Him? Kill a man in cold blood?

Never.

You weren't going to, were you?

I guess we'll never know.

Head them up!

Move them out!

[HERDERS YELLING AND WHISTLING]