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Sure is hot, Cartwright.

No relief in sight, either.

It's a scorcher all right.

That's what's worrying me.

Worrying about the weather won't do any good.

Ah, the weather may... may prevent my son, Hoss,

from getting here with the cash on time.

Got till 5:00.

Mr. Horner, is there any possibility

of extending that deadline?

I've told you, Mr. Cartwright,

we've already got another offer for that land in cash.

Now, I can't risk losing that to extend your option.

I could pick up that option right this second

if you'd only accept my bank draft for $12,000.

I don't understand you being so stubborn about it.

Look, since the drought set in, we've accepted

too many drafts that have turned out to be no good.

Like this one here.

I've got a whole drawer full of them.

I'm sorry, but my clients insist on cash.

Cash.

If it wasn't such a good piece of land...

But it is, Mr. Cartwright.

And you know it.

Yes, sir, sure is a hot one.

♪♪

All right, don't make a move.

Name's Stedman.

Turn around.

I'm the county sheriff.

Boy, I'm sure glad to see you.

Gettin' a little jumpy with a lone rider

coming up on me out here.

What do you got to be jumpy about?

Well, I mean, with the drought being what it is,

there's quite a few hard cases roaming around.

Yeah.

Sorry about the gun.

How about a cup of coffee?

What's that for?

I'd like to have a look in those saddlebags.

Any objection?

Don't reckon I have much choice, do I, Sheriff?

Move back.

You've got a lot of money here.

I'm delivering it to Scottsberg for my pa.

It's a land deal.

You can prove that?

Of course, I can.

Suppose you come with me and we do that.

Come where?

Dutchman's Flat, about eight miles yonder.

Sheriff, look, I got to be in Scottsberg

at 5:00 this aft... You'll make it.

Unless we stand here all day arguing about it.

What are you going to charge me with?

I could charge you with building a fire on range land.

Or something more serious.

Like what?

Like maybe you're part of the gang

that held up the bank

at Dutchman's Flat and killed a teller.

Now, you want to get on your horse

and let's get this thing over with?

♪♪

Well, it sure ain't much of a town, is it?

It's a hot one, I'll say that.

Think you could stand a cold beer?

Yeah.

Morning, Milt.

Morning, Jess.

I can't remember it being so hot for so long.

Too long.

Everything's burnt to a crisp.

Yeah, that's right.

Jesse...

Now, Milt, I know what you're going to say.

I must ask you again.

If I can't extend credit,

the farmers and ranchers are going to have to move out,

and I can't do anything about that

unless you give me a loan.

Milt, you know as well as I do that since the robbery,

the bank is almost without funds.

Jesse, you've just got to do something.

You're the banker in this town.

People depend on you for help.

Well, don't you think I know that?

Well, then, why don't you do something?

What are you just sitting around for?

Now, wait a minute.

I'm getting sick and tired of you

and everybody else in this town blaming me for this robbery.

I lost as much, if not more than anybody.

Remember, it was my own son-in-law

who was shot and killed.

Now, if that's all you have on your mind, Milt.

I'm sorry, Jesse.

It's just that I've got to say no to all those farmers

that come to the store all the time.

I told them I'd talk to you.

What they don't understand is there's nothing I can do.

If I only had a little more time.

I've tried to negotiate a loan

from every bank in this territory,

but everybody is hit as hard with this drought as we are.

Then I say this town is going to die.

Just as sure as that dang sun comes up every morning.

How's Mary Ann?

How do you think she is, with her husband dead?

Good day, Mary Ann.

It's nice to see you about again.

Well, Connelly?

I'm sorry, Larsen.

Wait a minute. Don't give me that.

The bank just turned me down.

Look, I got a house full of kids,

and I'm not going to let them go hungry.

I can't give you what I haven't got.

And I got it right from a feller

that talked to a feller who knew the brother

of one of the men that was right there.

Barkeep.

Give us two beers.

Know what he told me?

I'll tell you what he told me, son.

He told me there was grasshoppers.

Millions of 'em, 50 miles north of here.

Just a-chewing up everything in sight.

- All right, Tibbs. - You know what?

Here's mud in your eye.

Them grasshoppers is going to be down on us as sure as shootin'.

There ain't no grasshoppers north of here, mister.

Who told you that?

There ain't nobody told us that.

We just rode through there yesterday.

And I say there's grasshoppers up there... millions of 'em.

And I say there ain't.

That storekeeper.

That no-good, tightwad hypocrite...

He won't give anybody any credit.

Well, it's the drought.

That's what's the trouble, Ned.

It's that bank robber laid this town low.

I tell you, them robbers got all our money.

Ah, there's nothing being done about 'em.

Sheriff Stedman, huh, he's riding

all around the country finding nothing.

You... you-you-you leave the sheriff out of it.

I work for him, and he's a good man.

If he'd only let me wear a gun.

Yeah, I know, I know.

I was in the bank the day it happened.

I could have prevented the whole thing.

Ah, Shukie, it's too hot to go through all that again.

Yeah, but, I mean...

I've heard it 900 times in the last few weeks.

Yeah, but I still could've prevented the whole thing.

Fight.

Fight! Fight!

I'm coming!

Million grasshoppers?

Yeah.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

It's too dang hot to fight about grasshoppers.

Oh, you're right.

Have a beer.

Not much of a fight.

Better than no fight at all.

Ah, at least it was a little excitement, huh?

Yeah.

Come on, Tibbs, let's get this place back together.

What you got there, Sheriff?

Not much.

Just hold it right there.

All right, get down.

All right, inside.

Yeah, it must be something.

Riding a $50 horse.

Gee, sure is a big man.

Oh, sure is, just like the one...

Like one what?

Yeah, I got to give the sheriff a hand.

What's going on, Sheriff?

What'd this fella do?

Caught him starting a fire on rangeland.

Says his name's Cartwright.

Oh.

All right.

Oh, now, Sheriff, come on, will you?

Whoo-ee!

Must be $15-20,000 here.

There's 12.

You think he stole it, Sheriff?

That's a pile of money.

Think he stole it?

The sheriff knows where I got the money.

Look, Sheriff, I got to be in Scottsberg in three hours.

The sheriff's too smart to turn you loose.

You might be a bank robber or some such.

Sheriff, look, all you got to do is send a telegraph

to the land office in Scottsberg.

My pa will verify my story.

You, you're awfully fidgety for an honest man.

Shukie.

Yes, sir.

Go stable the man's horse, see that it's rubbed down.

Right away, Sheriff.

- Hey, Shukie. - Uh-huh.

Who was that the sheriff caught?

Says his name is Cartwri...

You know, he had $15,000 in gold in them saddlebags.

$15,000 in gold?

- Uh-huh. - You think he stole it?

Wouldn't surprise me at all.

Of course he said he didn't,

but me and the sheriff think he's lying.

We're going to hold him in jail for a while.

Um, I got some things to do.

- See you later. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hey, barber.

- Barber! - Hey, McCray, McCray, McCray, listen.

Stedman's caught himself a good one this time.

You mean that fella he brought in a while ago?

Yeah, he had better than $20,000 in gold in his saddlebag.

Know who he is?

Well, his name is Cartwright or something like that.

Listen, I'll see you later, okay?

Hey.

He must be the one...

Hey, make yourselves at home, I'll be right back.

$20,000, huh?

Well, you're not in any of these wanted posters.

That ain't too surprising.

Sheriff, are you going to send that telegram or not?

Yep.

I guess I'll send it now.

I wish it wasn't so blasted hot.

Oh, Sheriff.

What's on your mind?

I just wanted to congratulate you.

About what?

Oh, now, don't be so modest.

Here, let's, uh, step in out of the heat for a minute.

Sit down, Sheriff, take a load off your feet.

No, thanks, I haven't got much time.

Larsen tells me you caught us a big-time desperado.

You mean that Cartwright fellow?

That's right, the whole town's talking about it.

That was pretty slick, catching him red-handed that way

without even having to fire a shot,

and I hear he was carrying $25,000 in bullion.

$12,000 to be exact.

Just about what they took from the bank.

Just about,

but that doesn't make him one of the robbers.

No, but if he did turn out to be one of the robbers,

that'd be quite a feather in your cap.

Might even change this town's opinion of you.

I'm going to send a telegraph to Scottsberg.

If they back up his story, I'm going to let him go.

Sheriff,

just having that fella in jail has had

quite a stimulating effect on this town.

Do you have to be in all that hurry to send it?

♪♪

Hey, Tom, I was just telling Connelly

about that fella you caught.

- Yeah. - Yeah, it sure sounds like he could be

one of the fellas who robbed the bank.

All I know about him is what he's told me.

You know, Sheriff, I never thought you'd do it.

Do what?

Well, do something about them robbers that ruined this town.

Yeah.

Well, we believe you now, Sheriff,

and when the next elections come up, we'll be remembering it.

We'll just do more than that.

We'll buy you a drink right now.

- No, I got some checking to do. - Come on, Sheriff.

Come on, come on, let's go get us a drink.

Oh, come on, - come on. - Come on.

Well, howdy, Sheriff, glad to see you.

Let me buy you a drink.

Yeah, Sheriff, you deserve a free drink.

You know, it's all around town that you're pretty sure

that Cartwright is one of the gang that robbed the bank.

I didn't say that.

Well, you're not saying he ain't either, huh?

It's all right, Sheriff.

Shukie said he recognized him.

Did Shukie say that?

Well, not in so many words, but we knew what he meant.

Well, just having him in jail

makes me feel a lot better.

Me, too.

Got to hand it to you, Tom.

Ah.

Thanks for the beer, men.

I got to send a telegraph.

Hello, Sheriff, I, uh, I was just sitting here,

keeping an eye on things.

Thanks, Shukie.

Shukie, have you been telling folks around town

that this fellow we got in here is one of the bank robbers?

Well, I, I was in the bank when it happened, you know.

You could identify him as one of the gang?

Well, no, I-I-I didn't say that.

I just said that one of the robbers was a big fella, is all.

If he was to go on trial,

would you swear before a judge that he was there?

Yes, sir.

I could rightfully say that one of the robbers was a big fella

and that he killed Fillmore's son-in-law.

You could?

Sheriff, are you going to hold him for trial?

I don't know, I got to do some checking.

You stay here.

You mean... you mean sit here and, a-and guard

a desperate killer without a gun?

He's behind bars.

Oh, nevertheless it ain't r... It just ain't right.

I know, I just know that if I had a gun that day in the bank,

I could have prevented the whole robbery.

Sure you could.

Sh-Sh-Sheriff.

Mr. Fillmore... I've been puzzling.

What did you mean when you said

not to be in any hurry to identify

that prisoner?

Oh, it wasn't important, Tom.

I just, uh, figure that maybe what this town needed was

a good kick in the britches to get moving again,

and just having this fella in jail might do just that.

It hasn't been proven that he was one of the gang.

I know that, Tom.

But there's no harm in him just sitting there, is there?

No.

Tell me.

If it turned out that he was one of the gang, what would happen?

He'd go to trial of course.

I know that.

What I mean is the money.

It would come back to the bank.

And that'd just about put this town back on its feet,

wouldn't it?

It certainly would, and you would be the man who did it.

Mary Ann, honey, you shouldn't be out in this heat.

Mr. Connelly told me you caught the man who killed my husband.

I'm afraid everybody's jumping to conclusions.

Sure, I have a suspect, but so far I haven't any proof.

Proof?

Everyone in town knows he's the one who did it.

Are you just going to sit around doing nothing as usual?

Now, Mary Ann, the sheriff has done all he could.

Has he?

Your husband was a friend of mine.

Honey, I don't want you to upset yourself.

These last few days you seemed to be coming out of it.

I don't want you to start brooding again.

I'm going over to the jail and see the man who shot Ed.

Now, you heard the sheriff say

that he had no proof that it was the killer.

Will you come with me or not?

Is this the man who killed my husband?

I told you before, Mrs. Wilson, we're not sure.

Ma'am... I ain't killed nobody.

Get Shukie Summers in here.

Now, Mary Ann, don't make a fuss.

He was in the bank at the time of the killing.

Maybe he can identify him.

I've already talked to him about it.

Now, I think we ought to let Shukie make his identification

at the proper time.

If we go dragging him in here now

we're liable to scare him into making a mistake.

Sheriff, my husband has been dead for weeks.

Will you please get Shukie in here

and let him prove whether this man is the killer or not.

Get him, Sheriff.

He can tell you I'm not the killer,

and maybe you'll let me out of here.

Shukie?

Yes, Sheriff?

We want to see if you can identify the prisoner

as the man that killed Ed Wilson.

Sheriff, I... Shukie... come on.

- Just go right over here. - Well, you see, Mrs. Wilson...

- Come on, Shukie. - Well, Sher...

Take a good look at him.

Now, look.

Now, Shukie, you look at him,

and see if he isn't the man.

Look at him.

Well, it's... it's been a little while ago.

Oh, Shukie...

you were the only one who was in the bank at the time.

Don't you recognize him?

Well, I didn't get a good look at him.

You never saw me before today in your life.

Now you tell 'em that!

Shukie.

You be sure.

Oh, Shukie...

you're the only one who can help me.

Now, please.

You know he's the man.

Please help me.

Yep. That's the one I saw, all right.

I can't understand it.

Hoss should be here by now.

Maybe he never got your telegraph.

Yeah.

I'd better check on that.

You know, you still got a little time on your option.

Well, right now the option isn't important, my son is.

And except for your stubbornness about cash,

I wouldn't have to be worrying about him now.

I'm sorry, but that's the way it had to be.

Well, uh, I thought I recognized him

when he first came into town.

Yeah, well, you sure did the town a great favor, Shukie.

You sure did all right, Shuk.

You know, that means we might get our money back.

Come on, I'll take you down and buy you a beer.

Oh, no, no, I got to stay here and...

Hey, wait a minute, here, here, come here.

Come on, let the widow through here, fellas. Come on.

Right through here. Let the widow...

let the lady through.

Oh, Tom, uh, how about letting us take a look at him, huh?

Yeah, how about it, Sheriff?

All right.

All right, now, boys.

Wait a minute, now!

Wait a minute, now, wait a minute,

we got to do this orderly now.

All right, you go.

- Yeah, you go. - All right.

You thievin' murderer!

Hey, don't talk to the prisoner. Keep it movin'.

They're gonna hang you sure!

I said don't talk to the prisoner!

Keep it moving now... let everybody have a chance here.

When's the trial gonna be, Sheriff?

Looks like the judge won't be around for a few weeks.

That'll be something.

And the hangin'! I don't want to miss that!

I'm afraid you won't see that, McCray.

Why not?

It'll be held at a prison.

- Well, is that for sure? - For sure.

Shoot. I was counting on that hangin'.

Hm. What happens to all that money?

Go back to the bank as soon as the judge releases it.

Why can't it go to the bank now?

The town could sure use it.

'Cause it's the law.

That money stays

right in that safe until the prisoner's found guilty.

That's a shame.

Seeing as how it's our money.

Hey, don't talk to the prisoner.

Yeah. That's a shame, McCray.

Why don't you get out of here!

Shukie! Get these fellas out of here!

All right, now, everybody keep moving.

Everybody out.

Everybody.

Come on, Arthur.

Just the thought of that Cartwright makes my blood boil.

Him and that $50 horse.

Yeah, well, I been thinking of Cartwright, too.

Can't you just imagine the high life he's been living?

The liquor he's drunk, the women,

the fine food he's been eating.

Oh, he's had it real good, you can bet on that.

It just grabs me, though.

All that stolen blood money.

He won't get away with it.

No, he's probably gonna get off.

Why, the law wouldn't allow a thing like that to happen.

Yeah, men like him use the law, Ned.

He'll get a smart lawyer and, uh...

Yeah, yeah, sure.

Now, why didn't I think of that?

Them outlaws know all the ins and outs.

Why, they could even... they...

That's what I mean, that's what I mean.

Why, he can't get away with that!

It's up to the good people of this town to see that he don't.

But nothing's gonna happen...

unless maybe, uh...

maybe you've got an idea, Ned?

Well, might have.

Yeah.

Yeah, just might have.

I never seen it so hot.

You know, Tibbs, that old jail over there

ain't nothin' but an old, broken-down cracker box.

Yeah.

$20,000.

Sure is a powerful lot of money.

It's a lot of more than I've ever seen.

Me, too.

You thinking what I'm thinking?

When it gets dark.

♪♪

♪♪

Boys?

Boys! Quiet down, now, boys.

Boys, Ned Larsen here has got something important to say.

Yeah, I sure do.

Listen, that thievin' murderer sitting up in our jail,

that-that-that Cartwright fella's

gonna get off scot-free if we give him half a chance.

He's right!

Ed Wilson was a friend of yours and he's a friend of mine.

- Yeah. - I say it's up to us

to punish the fella that shot him down in cold blood.

I say we take care of that fella ourselves!

That's right!

And we ought to do it now!

We gonna let him get out of this?!

What's all the shouting about?

I ain't sure, but...

I got a pretty good idea.

Sheriff!

Sh... Sheriff!

Sheriff, you gotta... you gotta do something about it.

I mean, they're up there talking about a lynching!

Lynching? Oh, that's probably just talk.

It's not just talk!

They're gonna do it!

They're talking about putting a...

putting a rope around his neck and lynching him, Sheriff!

You gotta do something about it!

Shukie, you're drunk!

Now, you get inside, get some coffee

and sober up... I'm gonna need you.

And you! You get over to that saloon

and try to talk some sense into those fellas.

You're the sheriff, Tom... Isn't that your job?

There's a telegraph we didn't send

that just might have proved that man in there's innocent.

Hey, what's all the ruckus out there?

Uh, oh, noth... nothin'.

Just, uh, just some of the fellas

whoopin' it up a little is all.

Yeah?

How come you ain't whooping it up?

Oh, sheriff said he wanted me to stay here.

- He said he needed my help. - Hm. Your help, huh?

Like the way you put the finger on me?

Eh, the least you can do is give me a cup of that coffee.

Sure.

Here you go.

Thanks.

Why did you do it, little man?

Cartwright, put him down.

Now, you go get some sleep somewhere.

Ain't a man here didn't know Ed Wilson.

There wasn't a finer man in this town than Ed Wilson.

How many of you fellas got hurt when this Cartwright fella

stole all your money out of the bank?

- We gonna let him get away with it? - No!

Well, I say we ought to string him up right here and now!

Listen to me! Listen!

Oh, you shut up, Fillmore!

- I won't! - Well, then get out of here!

Let's listen to what he has to say!

Uh, men, we cannot take the law into our own hands.

Oh, wait a minute!

You gonna listen to a man

who won't help his own neighbors?!

No!

Gonna listen to a tightfisted money-grubber

that won't give any of us any credit?!

I can't give you any credit... I haven't anything left to give!

Now, Ed Wilson was my son-in-law...

and if he were here now, he would say to all of you:

"Don't stain my name with blood."

I agree with Mr. Fillmore.

Now, you keep out of this, Connelly!

Now, please, all of you, go home...

before you do something you'll regret

for the rest of your lives.

♪♪

Come on, I'll buy you a drink.

That Fillmore.

Old moneybags.

They shouldn't have listened to him.

He don't care if this town dies.

Yeah.

But forget it.

It's all over.

Might as well go home.

Buy you fellers one more drink on the house?

Uh, all right, Ned?

Might as well... Nothing gonna happen anyhow.

That Cartwright's gonna go free.

And tomorrow things are gonna be just the same.

It's gonna be hot...

What happened, Sheriff? What happened?

Two fellas busted in here and tried to free that Cartwright!

- That true, Sheriff? - We heard 'em comin',

and me and the sheriff drove 'em off,

but one of them winged the sheriff.

We'll organize a posse and take after 'em, Sheriff.

Go on home.

We'll get some guns and be right back, Sheriff.

I catch you with guns,

you're gonna be right in there with him.

Shukie, go down to the saloon and get me some whiskey

- for this arm. - Right, Sheriff.

What were those shots?

Cartwright's gang tried to bust him out of jail.

Yeah, I knew it was going to happen.

I knew it was going to be just a question of time

till somebody'd come up here and try to bust him out of here.

Now you want to make one of your fancy speeches

about the law taking its course?

Now, listen to me.

Don't you "now, listen to me," moneybags,

and you keep out of this or you're gonna wish you had.

Let's round everybody up and meet at the saloon.

- Wait a minute, wait a minute. - Oh, forget it.

You all right, Tom?

I'll live.

You think those men were really trying

to get Cartwright out of here?

Well, it's a cinch,

they were trying to get in here for something.

Well, that could prove that he was guilty, couldn't it?

Could also prove that they were after that $12,000

I got there in the safe.

Sheriff, I have no connection with those two men,

and you know it.

You're a liar, a dirty, rotten liar!

Mary Ann, I wish you would stay out of this.

I can't stay out of it.

Now, listen to me.

Tom is still not sure that we have

the right man.

Not sure?

Well, I don't care if you're sure or not

because he's going to get it.

You're going to get it, big man.

You might be able to fool my father and the sheriff here,

but not for long because there are other men in this town...

Real men... and they're not...

You listen to me!

They're not going to let you get away with it.

They're going to come in here

and drag you out and they're going

to put a rope around your neck for killing my Ed!

Mary Ann.

Don't touch me!

Hey, Sheriff, the men's gathering around the saloon,

talking lynching again.

Shut up.

What's he talking about, Sheriff?

What's all that talk about lynching?

Just some of the boys down at the saloon

got too much of this loudmouth.

I can handle it.

You can handle it.

Sheriff, you know I ain't guilty, you know it.

I said I could handle it.

You got nothing to worry about it.

Didn't me and the sheriff drive off those fellas

that tried to bust you out of here?

I told you I didn't have nothing to do with them fellers.

Look, Sheriff, you and me can sneak out of here

the back way and take a little ride over to Scottsberg,

and my pa will prove to you who I am.

Oh, you think he's gonna go riding through the night

with you and let something else happen to him?

Will you shut up?!

What kind of a man are you anyhow, Sheriff?

A mob down there talking about a lynching,

and you ain't even willing to try to find out who I am.

Well, them men busting in here proved pretty much who you are.

Shukie, shut up!

Go close the door and lock it.

Fillmore is just as bad.

Where's McCray with that rope?

Fillmore, you go home.

Please, Ned, we're not sure he's guilty.

We're still not sure.

Well, maybe you're not sure, but we're sure.

We've been sure all the time.

Listen, you're not bad peop...

Shut up, moneybags.

I told you to keep out of this.

Now, you go home.

Will you go home?

Go home.

Hey, I got a nice, thick one, strong enough to hang a steer.

Are you ready?

Shut up, everybody.

This ain't a carnival.

We got a job to do.

So help me God.

All right, Shukie, you're a deputy,

and here's that gun you've always wanted.

W-What do you want me to do?

You're going to uphold the law,

and that includes resisting lynchers.

Aw, I-I can't do that.

I mean, Larsen, McCray... They're our friends.

When you're a deputy or a sheriff, you got no friends.

I say hang him.

Who is it and what do you want?

Ben Cartwright... let me in.

You're holding my...

- Pa. - The devil's going on here?

Get his gun, Shukie.

I want to talk to my son.

Hoss, you all right?

Fine, Pa.

What's happening here?

I just came by the saloon; they're talking about lynching.

What did you do?

Pa, I didn't do nothing.

Their bank was robbed here several days ago

and a feller got killed, and the sheriff thinks it's me.

He put me in here and put our money over there in that safe.

Now, Sheriff, this is my son.

Well, your son is suspected of murder.

How do we know you ain't part of his gang?

Two of them tried to bust him

out of here, shot the sheriff in the arm doing it.

Shukie, shut up.

Go outside and see what's going on.

Are you all out of your minds?

If your son's innocent, he'll go free.

What about that mob out there?

Are they going to wait for any proof of innocence?

What about them?

- We'll take care of 'em. - Who, how?

You and your deputy alone?

Let's get it done.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

I say hang him.

Here they come, Sheriff.

You stay here, I'll talk to 'em.

Talk to them?

A simple telegraph could have established my son's identity.

I got a telegraph from somebody called Fillmore.

That's how I knew he was here.

Fillmore sent you a telegraph?

Yes, at Scottsberg.

Bolt this after me.

Now, just a minute, folks.

Where's he at?

We think we just got proof that the man

we got locked up in there is not the man that shot Ed Wilson.

Little late for that, Sheriff.

If he does turn out to be innocent,

you're going to be sorry about this tomorrow.

Quit talking, Tom, get him out here.

I can't do that.

Now, you don't get out of the way,

you ain't going to be sheriff no longer.

But I am sheriff now...

so you folks go on home now.

Going to shoot us, Tom,

the people that elected you to office?

Try me.

Tom, easy.

These are your friends and neighbors.

Get those keys, McCray.

Hey, Bill.

You stand right still, big 'un.

- Come on, Pete. - Come on, get him out of here.

Now, just give me one minute.

You want to take a man's life,

my son's life.

Now, let me tell you something.

You don't want to take his life.

You want the money that was stolen from this town.

Well, in that jailhouse there's money,

a lot of it.

It belongs to me, but you can have it, all of it.

Just give my son one more day.

Let him stay in that jail for one more day

while I prove his innocence and then you can keep the money.

No strings attached.

Just give me the time.

Money.

That's all you think about... The money.

No one thinks about my husband.

No one thinks about Ed.

Don't you see, this is a trick?

It's, it's a trick to stall for time.

They broke that man out of jail once today

and they're going to try it again.

Are you going to let it happen?

Larsen, listen to me.

What this man has said is right.

You're all my friends and neighbors.

I know how you feel, but please...

don't do this terrible thing.

I say hang them, hang both of them!

Cut him down.

Oh, you're all alike.

You're do-nothings, you're cowards.

Well, I'm not.

The man who killed my husband

isn't going to get away with this.

Mary Ann, no, no.

Somebody get a doctor.

All right, you satisfied?

Get on home.

You lie down easy now.

It's not a bad town, Mr. Cartwright.

It's just that they quit being people for a while

because they're hot and they're dry

and they're broke.

Yeah.

I'm, I'm sorry, son.

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