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Anybody around?

He one of them, Ma?

Where's Roader?

At the corral.

Get him, Davey.

That's as far as you go, Mister.

What do you want here?

I need help.

I got bit by a rattler.

Thought I got all the poison out.

There's a doctor in town, a couple of miles.

Thanks.

What's he doin' here?

Dying, most likely.

Bring him in.

Welcome, stranger.

♪ Johnny Yuma was a rebel ♪

♪ He roamed through the West ♪

♪ Did Johnny Yuma, the Rebel ♪

♪ He wandered alone ♪

♪ Johnny Yuma ♪

That's not your property, Davey.

Ma, his name's Johnny Yuma.

He's been everywhere, knows about most everything!

Put it away, boy.

Yes, ma'am.

Feelin' better, ma'am.

Wanna thank you.

Was I that bad?

Fever drive me loco?

Would you please loosen it, my hand's gettin' numb.

It stays 'til Tom Weed gets back.

Tom Weed?

Marshal Weed's my husband.

The man who brought you in was Roader, his deputy.

What is this, a jailhouse?

It's our ranch, Mister,

but we have accommodations for those who belong behind bars.

You think I'm one of those?

About two months ago, my husband killed Bart Cannon

during a bank holdup.

Cannon's father swore he'd hire a gun hawk and get even.

You take me for a hired killer?

You wouldn't be the first.

Less than a month ago,

two men came when the marshal was away.

Said flat out they were here to kill him.

They did you harm, ma'am?

They started to take my boy away,

to smoke out my husband.

I shot them dead.

Davey saw it all.

Yes, I'd say they did me harm.

Better eat your soup.

Did you get the mail?

Was there any word yet?

No, nothin, ' Miss Weed.

Some candy came in from St. Louis just fresh today.

I thought you'd like some, you and the boy.

Thank you, Roader, real nice of you.

I'd better take the reb upstairs now,

it'd be safer.

Not yet.

His fever's gone down but,

well, just for tonight, he'd better rest in bed.

Well, after those two last month,

you can't be too sure too soon.

He's just a boy.

He doesn't look like someone who'd kill for money.

Well, from my experience, ma'am,

you can't know what's inside people,

not from their faces, you can't,

not from their words.

But I'll wait 'til morning.

Feelin' better?

Yeah, just great.

Good.

My dearest Bess,

this may reach you before I can.

If so, find some excuse and take Davey

into town with you 'til I get back.

Do not tell Roader of this note.

I pray I'm wrong,

but I fear he is not the friend he appears to be.

One with a saw in it.

Johnny, I know you didn't come here to hurt my pa.

That's all a mistake, Davey.

It'll be straightened out.

Davey?

Davey, come on or I'll go without you.

Johnny, when you were a soldier,

were you as good as my pa?

Well now, who could be better than your pa?

I'll bet you were, almost!

See ya, cowboy.

Now, you take good care of your ma, huh, Davey?

Now, don't you worry about your patient, Miss Weed.

I'll take good care of him.

I was in Tom Weed's outfit during the war.

He was a good officer.

We kinda got outta touch.

When I read in that paper about Cannon's threat,

well, I traveled across four states just to offer my help.

Takin' you in.

You stinkin' murderin' jackal!

He treated ya just like a son!

Reb, I'm nobody's son, I never been nobody's son!

So ya had to kill him for it?

And you're gonna hang for it!

It's Pa's horse!

Pa!

Pa's home, Pa!

Pa?

Pa?

Pa, look what I got in...

Pa.

Tom!

I was down at the corral.

Tom must've turned him loose.

The reb has passed out, pain in his arm, I think.

He's dead.

Tom's dead.

In the back!

He shot him in the back!

Oh, he'll pay for it good, Miss Weed.

I promise ya, he'll pay for it real good.

You best let the reverend take care

of all the details, Miss Weed.

There's no need you talkin' about it.

It only hurts you.

Pretty soon you're gonna have a sore neck to match.

A lot sorer than mine.

The judge will be a lot harder to convince

than a hysterical woman.

Well, you're not gonna live to face a judge, Reb.

What are you gonna do, shoot me?

Tryin' to escape?

Now, you know I can't stand an investigation.

No, I'm not gonna lay a hand on you.

But I'll get those other good folks in town

to lay their hands on ya for me.

When I tell 'em all the gory details,

why, they're gonna wanna string up Cannon's,

Cannon's paid killer.

Oh, I'll try to stop 'em.

Oh, honest, I will.

But it won't help.

What about Mrs. Weed and the boy?

After.

Reb, that's how come I couldn't kill the marshal right away.

You see, I couldn't and end up with his beautiful wife,

with his ranch, and the $1,000.

Well, don't breathe too easy until then.

I'm not dead yet.

Now, if you're thinkin' of pleadin' your case

to Miss Weed, well, don't try,

'cause when they come back, they don't get outta my sight

or outta the sight of this.

Now, you know I gotta see you dead, Johnny,

but you try to block me, I'll kill all three of ya.

You see, Reb, you know me,

but I know you and from your writin, '

I know ya real good.

You'll go down alone, fightin' hopeless,

but you let a couple of those good people get to ya,

right where you live.

You ain't so tough.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Whoa, watch it.

Ya coward!

And a liar!

You're a dirty, rotten liar!

Reb!

Here's what I think of you and your rotten lies!

Davey!

I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!

Davey!

I hate you, I hate you!

Sure is a pity,

they took me around from home to home,

for sweet charity's sake.

We'll have some supper directly,

soon as Bess gets a grip on herself.

Bess?

No more Miss Weed?

Oh, it's Miss Weed to her.

It's only proper for a while.

The boy won't be so easy, ya know.

He never liked you much.

I'm not blind.

He got the same weakness as his mother.

And his pa's strength.

Not when he joins that crowd tonight,

he'll be as easy to handle as her.

She won't let him join any killing,

not even mine.

And that's when your plan's gonna fall apart.

The boy's gonna be between you and her

every step of the way.

And it's too late for you to do anything about it.

Maybe not.

Not while you're alive anyway.

And like you said, he hates you enough to kill you.

I haven't had a chance to tell ya, Davey, how sorry I am.

I'm all right.

It hurts, doesn't it, huh?

I feel it, too.

Your pa, he treated me like I was his own son.

You wasn't, though.

Oh, I know, Davey.

There's nothin' so strong as real blood ties.

But I hate that reb up there.

I bet as much as you do.

Nobody hates him worse than me.

Sure, Davey.

Nobody, 'cause I really liked him.

That's his gun.

I was just thinkin' how much hurt and misery

he brought with this hunk of cold iron.

No, you oughtn't to fool with guns, Davey.

Pa said I shouldn't, too, not 'til I was older,

but this one killed him!

Well, that does make a difference.

But now, you be real careful

'cause there's still two live shots in there.

I can take care of myself.

Sure you can, Davey.

Why, you're Tom Weed's son, aren't you?

Davey, come get your supper.

Where are you?

I won't call you again, Davey.

The boy's upset,

missin' a meal, it won't hurt him.

Roader sent you to kill me.

No.

He gave you that gun.

How do you know?

Because it was my idea, I was hopin' he would.

You?

I had to talk to you alone, even take a chance like this.

I don't believe you.

Oh!

You wanted me to send Davey up here, didn't you, huh?

Well, I shoulda killed you when I killed the marshal!

Roader!

How could you?

Roader was right about one thing.

The mob's coming for Tom Weed's killer.

Well, they can't lynch a dead man.

Strange that he should do the good people

of Pretoria a favor.

After tonight, they'll never form another lynch mob.

♪ Johnny Yuma was a rebel ♪

♪ He roamed through the West ♪

♪ Did Johnny Yuma, the Rebel ♪

♪ He wandered alone ♪

♪ He got fightin' mad, this rebel lad ♪

♪ He packed no star as he wandered far ♪

♪ Where the only law was a hook and a draw ♪

♪ The Rebel ♪ ♪ Away ♪

♪ Johnny Yuma ♪ ♪ Away rode the Rebel ♪

♪ Johnny Yuma was a rebel ♪

♪ He roamed through the West ♪

♪ Did Johnny Yuma, the Rebel ♪

♪ He wandered alone ♪

♪ He searched the land, this restless lad ♪

♪ He was panther quick and leather tough ♪

♪ 'Cause he figured that he had been pushed enough ♪

♪ The Rebel ♪ ♪ Away ♪

♪ Johnny Yuma ♪ ♪ Away rode the Rebel ♪

♪ Johnny Yuma ♪

♪ John Yuma ♪