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I want to show you inside the cabin, Jim.

It's a humble little place, as you can imagine.

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

Hey there in the cabin!

Hey there!

We want you to know we mean business.

Get down, Betsy.

What are you doing out there? Have you lost your mind?

We want that girl.

There are four of us.

You haven't a chance of getting out of there alive unless we let you.

- [ Gunshot ] - [ Glass Shatters ]

There's no profit in killing you,

so just leave the girl, and you can come out and ride away.

You know, he's right. There's no profit in killing me.

- You mean you'd leave me here? - Well, I'm afraid the answer is yes.

Otherwise, I might get my head blown off.

I can't believe you'd desert me.

My dear, I'm afraid you've had an erroneous impression...

of my gallantry from the beginning.

[ Betsy Narrating ] I was so frightened and so shocked...

that I could hardly remember the beginning.

But I guess it all started the morning of the day...

James Templeton arrived at Shiloh.

[ Trampas ] Whoa, whoa.[ Garth ] ...if the train is on time.

[ Virginian ] If the sun freezes over.

Even if it is on time, it might. [ Laughs ]

From shock.Should be time enough for you to pick him up,

show him through town and still get him back here in time for dinner.

We'll do our best, Daddy. How do I look?

The most beautiful reception committee any man could ever ask for--

even a big-city newspaperman.How will we know him?

Easy. Probably be the only dude gettin' off the train.

[ Betsy ] Oh, Trampas.

Randy?Yes, sir. I'll take care of 'em both.

Get up, boy. [ Whistles ]Bye, Daddy.

Uh, Trampas.Yes, sir?

About this dude business.

I wish you'd tell the rest of the men that even though...

a visitor from the East is generally considered, uh, fair game,

Mr. James Templeton is an invited guest at Shiloh.

Yes, sir, Judge. I'll, uh, sure remind 'em.

He's an invited guest and a gentleman.[ Chuckles ]

Thank you.Oh, uh, Judge, uh--

He's still a dude, ain't he?

[ Train Whistle Blows ]

[ Bell Clanging ]

[ Clears Throat ] Miss Betsy, Randy.

You going on a trip?Only from Shiloh to here and back again.

Just come down to pick up a fella.Oh. Yeah, well,

it looks more to me like you're waiting for him to pick you.

If I were you, I'd move fast while they've still got a good selection.

There you are.

Mister, are you James Templeton?Yes, I am.

I'm Randy Benton. I work for Judge Garth.

How do you do, Randy?

Can I get your bags for you?Yes. Right there.

Oh, thank you.Mr. Templeton, this here is--

Miss Betsy Garth.

How did you know?I have an intelligence service all my own.

[ Chuckles ]May I?

Well, it was nice of you to meet me.It was our pleasure.

[ Train Whistle Blows ]

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

Whoa. Whoa.

Well! Welcome to Shiloh, Mr. Templeton.

Thank you, Judge.

Betsy.It's a beautiful place you have here, Judge.

You must be very proud of it.Oh, I am. I am.

Bring Mr. Templeton's things in, Randy.Yes, sir.

Did you have a nice trip, honey?[ Betsy ] Yes.

As soon as we get you settled, we'll have a talk.

Oh. Come right in.

Little coffee?Yes, thank you.

You know, I expected a much older man, Mr. Templeton.

Judge, since I'm going to be here for a while, I wish you'd call me Jim.

[ Laughs ] Very well, Jim.

Where'll we begin?

I suppose I should be the one to begin.

As I told you in my letters, the Washington Post...

and its various syndicated newspapers...

are interested in printing an article about you.

That's very flattering. Well, their interest is only natural.

As you of course know, your name is being mentioned quite often in Washington.

Seems little doubt that you'll be selected as territorial senator.

Well, I don't know that I'd be able to accept even if I were selected.

Running Shiloh is a pretty full-time job, you know.

Well, that, of course, is up to you.

But the fact remains that you are the most likely candidate...

and, as such, are of national interest.

[ Laughs ] National? I'm afraid so.

My editors are also interested in you as being representative...

of the rugged individuality of the West.

You're a self-made man who's built an empire out of the wilderness,

may now become a leader of our country.

Well, I hope you won't say anything as embarrassingly complimentary in your article.

I'll make a deal with you, Judge.

I'll write about you and Shiloh as honestly as I can,

and as I see it.

Well, if you write honestly about everything-- both good and bad--

- I'll have no complaints. - So be it.

Am I interrupting anything?No, no. Not at all.

With your permission, I'd like to put on...

some riding clothes tomorrow and get to know Shiloh.

Well, I'll arrange for a guide for you.

Oh, let me be his guide. Nobody knows Shiloh better than I do.

I'd hate to impose on you.Oh, I'd love it.

She's the best guide on the ranch.

All right.

And I'm sure there's no more charming guide anywhere, Miss Garth.

Thank you, kind sir. [ Chuckles ]

Whoa![ Whinnies ]

Whoa! Whoa, whoa!

Get 'em up. Get 'em up. Whoa, son. Whoa.

Old Peaceful will put on a good show for us, Trampas.

He never let us down yet, has he? Whoa, now. Whoa.

The one he's gonna let down is gonna be that there dude.

He'll get let down right smart.

[ Laughing ] Yeah. Uh-oh. Here he comes.

Now, be serious. Wipe that silly grin off your face.

You too. Wipe it off.

We don't wanna give it away. Whoa, Peaceful.

[ Horse Whinnies ]

Um, I don't think you better ride that horse.

Why?Well, he isn't a very easy horse to ride.

Got your horse saddled for you, Mr. Templeton.

His name's Peaceful Smith.

He's kinda old, sir, but he'll get you there and back.

Them fellas are spoofin' you, Mr. Templeton.

That's the meanest horse in the county.

I'd hate to cheat them out of their fun.

I realize you and I are gonna tangle,

but let's make it as easy on each other as we possibly can, huh?

I want you real steady, Peaceful,

and I want your legs as far apart as possible...

before my foot touches that stirrup.

Come on. Move your forelegs forward, old buddy.

[ Men Hooting, Shouting ]

[ Horse Whinnying ]

Ride 'im, Mr. Templeton!

[ Whinnying ]

Hang on there!

[ Men Shouting ]

[ Chattering ]

[ Whinnying ][ Shouting, Hooting Continue ]

[ Whinnies ]

[ Men Applauding, Cheering ]

[ Chuckling ]

Since I'm the only one that hit the dirt, I guess the joke's on me.

You sure stayed with him.The only reason was I was afraid to fall off...

and mess up these fancy clothes.

- Where'd you ever learn to ride like that? - I'd like to say...

it was natural talent, but I spent five years in the French Foreign Legion.

That was the most beautiful ride I've ever seen.

I understand you two are gonna look over the ranch.

- Yes. - Well, there's not much doin' here,

and the branding's under control over in the flats.

May be helpful to Mr. Templeton if I went along.

Good. I'd like to get a working cowboy's impression of the ranch.

When we get to the lake, you'll be able to see the house...

that Daddy and I lived in while he was building Shiloh.

It's just a little shack, but I still go there lots of times just to be by myself.

I learned to swim in that lake.

And I learned to ride in that meadow over there on a pony named Jupiter.

There was a joke, the fact that nobody in the world would buy Jupiter,

but he was a sweet, gentle pony, and he wouldn't hurt a fly.

[ Laughs ] Have I been talking too much?

My dear young lady, can too many good things happen?

- Can too much music be played? - [ Laughs ]

[ Betsy ] Well, there it is.

It's a long way from this place...

to the big home at Shiloh.

You know, and yet, I don't know which one I'd rather live in.

You know, it takes one candle to light that whole cabin,

and it gives it so much warmth.

It's a long way from this place to Shiloh by miles too.

It's best we get started back.

It'll take two or three days to see the whole place, Mr. Templeton.

Well, I just happen to have two or three days to spare, Miss Garth.

[ Laughs ] Jim.

Betsy.[ Laughs ]

Whoa.

[ Knocking ]

Judge Garth?Yeah.

May I take a moment of your time?

Come in.Thank you.

My name is Harding.

Mm-hmm. Sit down, Mr. Harding.

Thank you.

Now, uh,

how can I be of help to you?

Well, at the moment, I'm not sure that you can,

but, uh, I've been retained to investigate...

the advisability of reopening a case over which you presided some years ago.

I considered it only common courtesy...

to notify you of my investigation.

May I ask which case?

I doubt if you'll remember it, but it was a land dispute.

Wood versus Martin.

Oh, I remember that case well.

Yes, it was, uh, about 11 years ago to be exact.

But I don't think there are any grounds to reopen that case.

Nor do I. I simply wanted you to know what Miss Wood had in mind.

Miss Wood?

Yes. Olivia Wood.

She's the daughter of the man against whom you ruled.

Now, uh, I don't have all the facts yet,

but my client feels that,

well, it was an immensely valuable tract of land involved,

and evidence that perhaps wasn't introduced at the original trial...

will prove her father's case was valid.

She wants the case appealed.

Now, of course, I'm still investigating.

I see.

Well, I-- I think the records are still at the county courthouse.

I'm sure the clerk will make them available to you.

And I probably have some personal notes,

if they might be of any help to you.

And, if I can be of any further service--

Well, I'll be sure to call on you, Judge. Thank you very much.

No, don't bother. I can find my way out.

Good-bye.

Who was that man, Daddy?

Just a man. An attorney.What'd he want?

Oh, he wanted some help in an old case he's investigating.

How do you like Shiloh, Jim?

Well, I wouldn't want to say it's big, Judge,

but next to America, it's my favorite country.

[ Laughs ]You haven't even begun to see it, Jim.

Tomorrow, we'll go up north in the rough country.

Well, I hope I can keep up with you.[ Chuckles ]

[ Lowing ]

Can't run any cattle through here after September.

Snow drifts run sometimes 15, 20 feet deep.

It's cold.It's not exactly the Khyber Pass.

Tell us about that.

Well, the Khyber Pass is big and hot--

so big the other side is often lost in heat waves,

and so hot that battles have been lost there...

because the men were afraid to pick up their rifles...

for fear of blistering their hands.

How did you ever get to a place like that?

In a long, roundabout way.

I went to sea at 14 and jumped ship in Shanghai at 16.

I wandered about Europe and the Orient for a few years.

The Khyber Pass came in there somewhere.Have you ever been to Paris?

I'll have you know, young lady, I was decorated...

by General Dumilee at a dress parade...

on the Champs-EÉlysées.Really?

In fact, I am one of the few foreigners ever awarded the Legion of Honor.

[ Betsy ] Well, why did they give you that?

Well, it was in a skirmish in Morocco.

They ordered the cavalry to retreat,

but a hero, like me, wouldn't hear of that.

So I charged instead, and we accidentally won the battle.

You know you did it on purpose.

If they had ordered a charge,

I'd have probably retreated.

You see, my French wasn't too good at that time.

I never seemed to be where the other fellas were.

How did you start writing?Well, that's simple.

I went broke at the casino in Monte Carlo.

I lost a small fortune in about three hours at chemin de fer.

I had to make a living somehow,

and I was willing to do anything but work, so I started writing.

- And some careless editor started buying my-- - [ Screams ]

- [ Snarling ] - [ Betsy Screaming ]

Are you all right?Oh, yes. I-- I'm fine.

I didn't know you were carrying a gun.

Or you could use it that well.

Well, you said this would be rugged country up here.

Well, they sometimes travel in pairs.

I'll go round up the horses so we can get out of here.

[ Gasps ]

This is fascinating material, Judge.

You've kept quite a record of Shiloh.

Just some random notes. I hope they can be helpful.

They will be.

You know, I neglected to thank you for what you did this afternoon.

Well, I'm glad I got off a lucky shot.

We're both very grateful-- Betsy and I.

Betsy says, in another second, the lion would have been on her.

Well, Judge, when you get to be territorial senator,

you can introduce legislation making all writers rich and famous.

Well, in the meantime, we'd like to have a party for you--

have you meet some of our friends.I'm honored. I'd be delighted.

♪♪ [ Band: Up-tempo ][ People Chattering ]

I understand you've just about finished your research.

In another few days. I'd like to stay on.

Well, you'd be welcome to.

I wonder where Betsy is. Never taken this long to get dressed before.

Judge, may I speak to you a moment?

Well--

He's a strange sort of man. He--

He asked me how my work was going,

and then he said if I ran out of interesting material, let him know.

He'd have something for me in a couple of days.

And then he just turned and walked away.

I see.

Well, I wish I did.

Ah. The lady of the house.

Good evening.

♪♪ [ Ends ] [ Applause ]

Good evening, Betsy.Good evening.

Betsy, you sure do look fine.You look real pretty.

Thank you.

Well, the only one that hasn't said anything is the guest of honor.

Well, I'm speechless.Since you can't talk, I certainly hope you can dance.

To do justice to you, young lady,

it should be a very special dance.

Perhaps the one I learned in Vienna.What's that?

They call it the Viennese waltz.

Do you think the musicians can play it?

Would you be willing to try, my lady?Indeed I would, kind sir.

Do you know any Viennese waltzes?

I've heard tell of 'em, mister, but never yet heard none played.

Well, do you think you could play one if you heard it?

Well, we could try.May I?

Of course.

♪♪ [ Violin: Waltz, Slow Tempo ]

♪♪ [ Join In ]

♪♪ [ Continue ]

♪♪ [ Tempo Increases ]

[ Low Voice, Indistinct ]

How about showing the rest of us here how that thing goes?

I'll show ya. Come on. Could you play that again, please?

May I?Of course.

♪♪ [ Band Resumes ]Pardon me, Mr. Templeton.

Yes?The judge said he'd like to talk to you in his study.

Excuse me, please.Yes.

Mind if I try my hand at that?All right.

[ Knocking ]Come in.

Judge, I was told you wanted to see me immediately.

Like you to hear what this man has to say.

[ Harding ] Judge, there's no reason to go off--Oh, but there is.

Mr. Templeton is the weapon you've been threatening me with.

- Go ahead and use it. - I don't understand.

- I'm being blackmailed, Jim. - Now, look here, Judge.

At least, the attempt was made. Go ahead, Mr. Harding, tell him.

About 11 years ago, I presided over a land dispute.

Ruled in favor of a man by the name of Amos Martin.

There were many thousands of acres involved.

Martin was awarded all of them.

Now Mr. Harding is threatening to reopen the case,

or, to be more explicit, he's offering notto reopen it...

if I agree to settle out of court.

Hmm.

Has he any legal basis for this action?

That's exactly the point. He has none.

I warn you, Judge, don't be foolish about this.

But he seems to think I'd be willing to pay a great sum of money...

to keep certain... information out of the press.

[ Chuckles ] I don't think I want to hear any more of this, Judge.

I wish you would, 'cause I've nothing to hide.

And this man had better find it out right now.

Shortly after the case was decided,

I purchased that land from Amos Martin...

at an exceptionally good price.

It was a strange, sudden turn of events...

entirely unforeseeable at the time of the trial.

I know that,

and I'm confident anyone who would take the trouble to examine the facts...

would arrive at the same conclusion.

Uh, even so, Judge, you are a senatorial candidate.

Your name could be dragged through the mud,

especially if the newspapers got--

I'll take my chances with the truth.

So, Mr. Harding, if you have a case,

present it in court.

Until then, keep out of my sight.

Judge, I'll see this gentleman to his carriage and make sure that he leaves.

I'd think about this very carefully if I were you, Judge.

[ Guests Chattering ]

[ Door Closes ]

You know, the judge is kind of hard to blackmail.

So it seems.

And with a reporter practically breathing down his neck,

I thought he'd panic.

You better really work on him tomorrow.Tomorrow, sure.

These forged credentials of mine can't stand up indefinitely.

Jim, this is no time for an open-forum discussion.

You work on him.

♪♪ [ Dance, Up-tempo ]

How long have you been there?

Long enough to make sure there wasn't gonna be any trouble.

Why?

I don't like people sneaking around in the dark.

Yeah. I can see it makes you kind of nervous.

- What's that supposed to mean? - Take it any way you like.

Well, you can stay here all night if you want.

I'm going back to the party.

[ Door Opens, Closes ]

♪ I wish I had a needle

♪ As fine as I could sew

♪ I'd sew my gal to my shirttail ♪

♪ And down the road I'd go ♪

♪ Get along home Cindy, Cindy ♪

♪ Get along home

♪ Get along home Cindy, Cindy ♪

♪ I'll marry you someday ♪♪

Is that all you got to do-- is sit there and torture that music box?

Better get your horse. We're expected at the branding.

I did already. I got yours too.

What are you waitin' for?Not waitin' for. Waitin' on.

Anybody who can't saddle his own transportation ought to have to walk.

Oh, that's Mr. Templeton's horse, and Betsy's.

- They must be going riding again. - You figure that out yourself?

[ Chuckles ] Man, you're gettin' smart as a whip.

What you so sour about this morning?Sour?

- Who's sour? - That was a pretty enjoyable party last night.

How about that Mr. Templeton's fiddling?

That wasn't so much.

I saw a man in Kansas City could fiddle better than that.

And he was standing on his head.

No foolin'? And playin' at the same time?

I told ya so, didn't I?

I'll be waiting for you outside, Jim.All right.

You must have shown Jim every square inch of the ranch by this time.

There's still a lot of it he hasn't seen, Daddy.

[ Door Opens, Closes ]

I'm concerned about last night.

I don't mind a personal fight,

but I'd hate anything I did to reflect on the ranch...

or the people in this territory.

Well, the timing just now is particularly unfortunate.

If he has enough evidence, even circumstantial,

it could balloon into a pretty ugly scandal.

Well, I did nothing wrong.

Judge, you don't have to tell me that.

But an unscrupulous and articulate lawyer...

can make it look as though I did.

Judge, I don't believe in yellow journalism,

and I wouldn't write a word about it,

but there are Washington reporters...

who'd have a field day trying to crucify you.

- It might even be better to, uh-- - To pay him off?

I know it sounds like extortion, but it might be better in the long run.

I won't pay one penny out of fear.

Betsy's gonna inherit Shiloh one day.

I don't want for her to inherit a legacy of fear along with it.

Well, speaking of the heiress to Shiloh, I better get going.

Could you join us?No, thank you.

I've got too much to do around here.

Well, we'll see you later in the day, Judge.

Two horses? Aren't you going today?

No, I gotta help out with the branding later on.

Well, we'll, uh, try and not get lost without you.

Hmm. Say, that Jim's got, uh, quite a temper.

What do you mean?Oh, just that he's got a temper.

Well, don't we all?Well, sure, but, uh,

I saw something in him last night I didn't much care for.

What?I don't know really. Just something.

Has it occurred to you that maybe you're just a little bit mad...

because he can do almost anything better than anyone else around here?

- Oh, come on now. - Well, then, what is it?

Betsy, it's, uh--

Well, maybe he isn't as perfect as he seems.

Perfect? Must he be perfect?

Let's just forget it, huh?I will.

Hello, Betsy.Mornin'.

Good morning, Trampas.Mornin'.

I want to apologize to you for being so abrupt last night.

It's all right.No, it isn't. I had no right to jump you the way I did.

But I'd just come very close to beating a man within an inch of his life,

and some of the tension rubbed off on you.

You had a fight?

Luckily, I restrained myself,

- and then I took it out on Trampas. - [ Punches Shoulder ]

I don't understand you. Who was the man?

- An enemy of your father's. - Judge Garth doesn't have any enemies.

He didn't have, possibly. He has one now.

I still don't understand.

Oh, maybe I shouldn't have mentioned it.

But it's just that this man has some ridiculous story...

that might hurt the judge's reputation,

and I wouldn't want to have him telling it.

And you were ready to fight that man?

Well, as Addison wrote, "Fools rush in where angels fear to tread."

Thank you, Jim, for being with my father last night and helping him.

You know I'd do anything I could for your father...

or for you.

Your mount's ready.

[ Clears Throat ]

I'll race you to that oak tree over the hill up there.

You're on. Hyah!

[ Yawns ]

Don't you think we should be gettin' out...

to the west ridge, men?What's the rush?

Far as anybody knows, we're there now.

Foreman won't be out to check till noon or past.

Yeah, but let's don't cut it too close.

This could turn out to be a pretty soft--

Hello, Judge.

Uh, felt a little sick this mornin'.

Well, we better get on the job.

Don't bother. You're fired.

Oh, now, wait a minute. I told you I was sick.

What's this, your medicine?

[ Chuckles ] Judge, I had a little hangover.

You know how it is.What about you two?

We were, uh, sort of takin' care of him, Judge.

Aw, come on, Judge.

You said when you hired us you'd give us a chance.

Chance to do some work.

Like all the others, ain't you?

You ain't firin' us 'cause of what we done.

It's because we got a bad reputation.

I don't care anything about your reputation.

I'm a rancher, not a reformer. But I do care about getting an honest day's work.

Pick up your gear and get out.

Now, you wait a minute.

I ain't through.

Yes, you are.

You heard the judge. Get out.

Sorry about those three, Judge.

I guess I shouldn't have hired 'em,

but you know how short we get during branding season.

I know. Forget it.

[ Men Whistling, Shouting ]

[ Bawling ]

The reason they brand the calves...

is that during most of the grazing season...

the cows from the different ranches get pretty mixed together,

so each ranch has its own mark to show whose cow belongs to who.

Uh, I mean, to whom.

"Whom" is correct-- object of the preposition "to."

[ Chuckles ]And speaking of branding,

did you know there are still places in the world...

where people are branded, just like cattle?

No!It's true.

With red-hot irons on their arms and legs.

How cruel.Yes.

But I've always felt that the cruelest brand...

is the kind some women want to put on a man.

But not with hot irons.You mean they want to make the man over...

and make him change to suit them?

Yes.

No one can put their mark on another person and claim ownership.

The only thing that can hold two people together is each one loving the other.

And that's never happened to you?

After being all over the world,

for once in my life, I've finally found a girl...

I think I could really love--

doreally love.

But it was impossible.Why?

Oh, she was too young for me.

Betsy,

I would like to do one thing.

I'd like to give you the one kind of silly thing...

I treasure most in all the world-- this.

It represents probably the best thing I've ever done in my life.

I told you about it.

It's a Legion of Honor medal.

Then you-- you couldn't have charged accidentally, like you said.

Jim, you-- you know that I-- I couldn't accept that.

Betsy, please.

Please take it.

Not having it will always remind me...

of the second bravest thing I've ever done in my life.

What was that?Leaving Shiloh without ever telling you.

Jim, what-- Whatever happens,

I'll-- I'll always keep this.

Come.

Judge, I just came by to tell you...

we're all finished with the branding.Thank you.

- I mean, I thought you wanted to know. - I did.

There something else?

No, sir. It--

Well, it's just that, uh--

What?

It's just-- Well, it's just that I don't think Betsy...

should be gallivanting all over the place with that fella.

It just doesn't look right.

Uh,

you don't like Mr. Templeton, do you?

No, sir, I don't.Why?

Well, for one thing, I didn't like the way he talked to me one time.

Oh. Don't like the way he talked to you.

Well, you asked me.

Well, isn't that rather a fast and harsh judgment?

I don't have to have a hat full of reasons for not liking a man.

Well, for another thing, he said a fella named Addison wrote a line about...

where angels fear to tread, or fools rushin' in, or something like that.

I took the trouble to look that up in a poetry book that Jake's got,

and it wasn't that fella Addison at all.

It was another fella named Pope.

Oh.

Mm-hmm.

Well, you know, I mean,

if a guy's gonna go spoutin' off about things, I think he--

If he's-- Well, he-- It's just that, uh--

What?

Nothin'.

Nothing?

Yeah.Well.

Well, I suppose it's easy to dislike a man who...

rides a horse like a devil,

plays violin like an angel.

Well, I've-- I've spoke my piece.

[ Laughing ] [ Door Closes ]

[ Knocking ]

Yes?

Missed you at supper tonight. You all right?

Yes, Daddy.

Well, good ride today with Jim?

Wonderful.

You're growing, uh, fond of him, aren't you?

Yes, I am. Very much so.

Never met anyone like him.Well.

Well, I can't say that I blame you.

Never seen anyone make such an instantaneous hit with everyone.

He's quite a man.

I-- I don't want to show this to just anyone, Daddy.

It means too much to me.

Jim gave me this today.

It meant very much to him.

Legion of Honor.

Well, I shouldn't think you'd have lost your appetite over it.

[ Chuckles ] I really wasn't very hungry.

I just wanted to stay here alone and think.

Betsy, as much as I think of Jim myself, I--

Yes?

Well, I--

What I mean is that--

That Jim won't be here very much longer,

that he's much older than I am,

and you're afraid I'll fall in love with him and get hurt.

That's about it.

And I don't want you to be hurt... in any way.

Oh, Daddy, Jim wouldn't hurt me.

He's the gentlest man I've ever known,

next to you, of course.

I'm certainly glad you added that.

Gonna be very upset when the time comes for him to leave?

Yes, I'll miss him very much.

Well, I certainly can understand that.

Perhaps if you and Jim--No, I--

I'd like to go on just as before.

I know I'm not very old and not worldly,

but I do know one thing, Daddy.

A man like Jim Templeton doesn't come into a person's life very often.

Well.

A young girl's emotions--

you wanna keep a tight rein on them,

or they can get awfully foolish.

I know that, Daddy.

Would you like some supper sent up to your room?

No, thank you, Daddy. I'm really not hungry.

Thanks for worrying about me.

[ Door Closes ]

[ Sighs ]

Well.

Hope you haven't found those notes on Shiloh too dull.

No, to the contrary. They're both exciting and informative.

You know, I can learn a lot about you from reading between the lines.

Oh?Apparently, in all your years here,

you never backed down from anything.

Well, some people might call that stubbornness.

Judge, I hope you don't mind, but I took the liberty today...

of giving your daughter a little present.

Oh? Nothing of real value.

Just an object of sentiment that I thought she might like to keep.

I see.

Judge, there's one thing I've been wanting to talk to you about.

It's kind of hard to say, but, uh--

Knowing youngsters as you do, I'm sure you'll understand.

To many younger people-- Randy, for instance--

my background is pretty adventurous,

filled with mysterious and exotic people and places.

Uh--

Well, what I'm trying to say is that, uh, I have a hunch that, uh--

That Betsy might be getting what's commonly known...

as a small crush on you? [ Laughs ]

It's kind of an awkward subject to bring up, Judge,

but I-I thought I'd ask you what we ought to do about it.

Well, it's part of a young girl's growing up.

I'm sure of it, but for a while there...

I was thinking of cutting my research and my stay short here...

rather than take the chance of hurting Betsy's feelings.

Well, that's-- That's nice of you.

But-- What's on the agenda for tomorrow?

Well, I thought I'd ride into town...

and interview some of your business associates.

If that's all right with you, Judge.Oh, that's fine.

Now, good night, Jim.Good night, sir.

[ Rooster Crows ]

That Jim leaving this early?Mm-hmm.

Now that branding's all finished, uh,

think I could have part of the day off?

All right, Trampas.Thank you.

There's only one word for your suite.

It's palatial.

Don't you have any more brains than to come up here in broad daylight?

[ Laughs ] Now, Ray, you know you trained me...

always to use the back stairs.

Huh. I wasn't aware this fleabag had a back stairs.

Well, your demon reporter has been interviewing Garth's friends--

amongst others, his banker.Mmm?

Unhappily, you'll find that most of his assets are in land and cattle.

The man's enormously rich.And enormously respected.

Your hoked-up case won't stand a chance in court.

I don't have any intentions of going into court.

Well, then, you're wasting your time here, Ray.

Why don't you move on to that widow in Denver?

There's a train leaving at noon tomorrow.

I'll join you in a few weeks. Perhaps.

What do you mean "perhaps"?

I mean perhaps I won't.

Are you implying that you're gonna play it alone?

[ Laughs ] You haven't got the head for the con.

- You're just a shill. - Oh, you're the brains, and I'm the brawn, huh?

Oh, well, let's not be too modest, Jim.

Let's list all of your assets.

You possess a very handsome face,

an extensive wardrobe-- which I paid for.

You have very nice manners in the drawing room.And?

And that's all.

In short, you're a passable gigolo.

Long on charm, short on brains...

and a complete lack of scruples--

which, incidentally, is your one real asset.

Is that the sum total of my character, Ray?

Did you ever think otherwise?"Ever" is a long time.

I once was looked upon as a young man of impeccable character--

an officer and gentleman who placed honor and duty above all else.

Oh, ho. Don't talk to me about honor.

You'd sell your own grandmother for the price of a meal at Delmonico's.

Ah, you forget, Ray.

I have a medal from la belle France testifying to my honor.

Testifying to your bravado.

No. Not so.

The officer who led that charge was a sweet young man...

who believed in all the copybook virtues--

decency, honesty, courage, self-sacrifice.

En avant, la legion.

Now, what's that?

It's the command to charge in French, old boy. En avant, la legion.

Hmm. Well, let's, uh, dispense with the language lesson, shall we?

Try to figure out how to pluck this fat goose.

Ray, this goose won't pluck. The judge has principles.

He also has his price, I'm sure.

You know, Ray, if you have one tiny fault,

it's your inability to comprehend men of principle.

- Oh, and you can? - Yes.

[ Laughs ] You haven't got a shred of principle.

You're wrong, Ray. I do have a shred.

In any event, believe me when I tell you...

that Judge Garth is a man who simply won't be blackmailed.

Look, on the level, Jim,

there must be some profit to be had at Shiloh.

Otherwise, you wouldn't plan to stay on.

Well, I like the service.Mmm.

On the level.

Well, let's just say I've met a fine young lady...

in whose eyes I see the man I might have been.

Well. Garth's daughter.

Yes.Yeah.

And she's his sole heir, isn't she?

I believe so.Marriageable perchance?

Why not?Hmm.

Well, uh, is it also that you see in her eyes dollar signs?

Look, Ray, I'm tired of separating people from their money by devious means.

It's not only illegal. It's dangerous.

You know, for the first time, this entire conversation is beginning to make sense.

You're gonna quit me because you think you found a better meal ticket.

Well, all relationships, no matter how perfect, eventually must end.

Huh. So you'll, uh,

marry Miss Betsy Garth-- for love or money?

I haven't thought beyond the money, Ray.

But I'll tell you one thing.

The young officer who led that charge many years ago...

would have been very much in love with Betsy Garth.

Won't the judge be upset at his daughter marrying a fortune hunter?

How will he know, unless you tell him?

Oh, now, look, I'm no dog in the manger.

You go to your youthful lady, with my blessings.

And may she fulfill all your wildest and most avaricious hopes.

[ Chuckles ] You're a sarcastic louse.

But thank you.No, I'm sincere. I wish you luck.

And I also want you always to think well of me.

Now, have I ever thought anything else?

Well, Ray,

good luck with your widow in Denver.

[ Door Closes ]

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

Good afternoon, Trampas.

What do you say?

Not much.

What's bothering you?

It's that Templeton fella.

Something about him that gives me a bad feeling. Can't shake it.

Well, I'll be glad to throw him in jail for you...

if it'll make you feel any better. I'm not jokin'.

Speaking of jails, I'll bet he's been in a few, or should have been.

You're really down on him, aren't you?

That's awful smart of you to figure that all out by yourself.

You ought to be a detective.

Well, I'm not the smartest deputy in the world, but I'll tell you this.

I've got more brains than the simpleminded cowpoke...

sitting beside me right here.Meanin' what?

If you're serious about it, it's not too hard to check a man out.

[ Door Opens, Closes ]

♪♪ [ Piano: Ballad ][ Chattering ]

Can I buy you men a drink?

Why not?Bartender, three more of the same here.

I'll have whiskey too.

Hot, isn't it?Yeah, it's pretty hot.

Understand Judge Garth fired you men.

That's right.

Pretty rotten trick, wasn't it?Yeah, it was a pretty rotten trick.

But don't you worry yourself none about it,

'cause we'll get even with him one way or another.

Now, that's the spirit I like to hear.

What's all this to you anyway?

Maybe nothing. Maybe something.

Maybe something what?

Maybe a great deal of money...

if you're the right men for me.

Well, fancy meeting you way out here.

Nothin' fancy about it. I've been following you.

What the devil for?

Well, I've been wanting to talk to you.

There's some things about you that I--

I don't know. Maybe I'm the only one that sees it,

but I think you're out to damage some people I like.

- Who? - Betsy, for one.

Well, why don't you warn her about me?

- I tried. Didn't work. - Well, then, just relax, friend.

I'll tell you one thing, friend.

If you do hurt Betsy,

or anyone else at Shiloh, I'll pound you right in the ground.

I don't pound very easy.

Now, if you'll excuse me.I'm not through talkin'.

- Well, I am. - [ Groans ]

[ Both Grunting, Groaning ]

[ Shouts ]

[ Laughing ]

Hey! You two trying to kill each other?

Not a bad idea.Why?

'Cause I don't like him.Why in blazes don't you?

'Cause he's quicker at shooting mountain lions?

Hope he didn't hurt you too much.

No, I'll be all right-- in a couple of years.

Your boots are waterlogged. Maybe I ought to put 'em on top of the stove.

Hey! Don't you go puttin' them 30-dollar boots on no stove.

Do you want 'em to... warp?

[ Sneezes ]

Maybe I better get you some hot coffee.Yeah.

Hmm.

Funny. You don't look any the worse for wear.

Hmm. That dude couldn't hit hard enough to bust a paper bag.

What have you got against the man anyway?

I just got a bad feeling about him.

- Why? - I don't know exactly.

It's just that I been around a lot of con men in my time.

No argument there.

Oh, I know. It takes one to know one.

You said it. I didn't.

You want some more?No, thanks.

Thank you.It shrunk.

Huh?

- Well, then, it just ought to about fit you. - Well, no thanks.

I don't want a shirt that's made out of such cheap material...

that it shrinks up every time a man gets knocked in a river.

I didn't get knocked in.

I dove.

Well, then, you were darn foolish not to take your shirt off first.

Good morning.

It's especially good to be alive on a morning like this.

I'm sorry Trampas felt he had to try to pound you into the ground like that.

There's no harm done.

Good morning.Morning, Betsy.

And a good morning to you, Jim.Not just a good morning.

Betsy, let's make this the most beautiful morning that ever was.

- Well, how you gonna do that? - We take our last ride together.

- Our last? - I've decided to leave, definitely.

Later on today.

Oh.

Well, Betsy, I can't--

I can't stay around here any longer.

You mean because of me?

Where would you like to ride to-- that little cabin you love so much?

Betsy, there are so many things I'd like to say to you.

But perhaps I shouldn't.Why?

Oh, it might seem out of place.

Why? Because I'm younger than you are?

How do you become so much woman at so young an age?

I don't know. I guess maybe meeting a man like you helps.

How old does a woman or a girl have to be before a man can really talk to her?

You mean before I could talk to you?

I don't know.

If you were about 10 minutes older, you'd be in very serious trouble.

In about 10 minutes, I'll be 10 minutes older.

You better look out. I'm quite a talker.

And besides that, Judge, I'd like to put out...

about another hundred salt licks on the north plateau.

All right.

Judge? Read this.

We telegraphed them yesterday.

Asked them to telegraph us back, collect.

"James Templeton,

"also known as James Richards and John Harrison,

"worked here as a reporter briefly six years ago.

"He left after attempting to extort funds from a wealthy widow.

"If you know of his whereabouts,

"would suggest you contact police in Washington or New York.

Sincerely, the editor."He's wanted by the police in both cities, Judge.

- Judge, where is he? - Well, he and Betsy are riding northeast.

Let's get the horses.

[ Sighs ] It's always the same.

No matter how long I'm away, it still seems like home.

The 10 minutes is up, Betsy.

And more.

I don't care about anybody or anything else in the whole world.

I'm gonna ask you to marry me.

- Jim-- - I said I'm going to.

You don't have to refuse or accept yet.

But, Betsy, you're the only girl I've ever met...

with whom I know I could be happy.

Times that we've spent together have been happy.

Still, it's hard to say yes.

It's very hard.

I-I'm very fond of you, Jim,

but I think I'm too young to get married.

Perhaps that's because your father treats you like a child.

Or maybe you think he'd be opposed to our marriage.

He doesn't even know that you've asked me.

I haven't asked you yet.

Betsy, I've knocked around this world long enough...

to know the real thing when I see it,

and it's too precious to be frustrated by fathers or friends...

or foolish delays or anything else.

We could leave from here and go to Central City,

and by tonight we'd be man and wife.

Betsy, I am going to ask you.

Will you marry me?

[ Harding ] Hey there in the cabin!

Hey there!

We want you to know we mean business.

Get down, Betsy!

- What are you doing out there? You out of your mind? - We want that girl!

[ Man ] Judge Garth will pay us plenty to get his daughter back.

[ Harding ] You haven't a chance of getting out of there alive...

unless we let you. [ Gunshot ]

There's no profit in killing you,

so just leave the girl, and you can come out and ride away.

Sorry, friend, she's already spoken for.

You know, he's right.

There's no profit in killing me.

You'd leave me here?

Well, I'm afraid the answer is yes.

Otherwise, I might get my head blown off.

I can't believe you'd desert me.

My dear, I'm afraid you've had an erroneous impression...

of my gallantry from the beginning.

Come on, Jim. I don't want to have to burn you out.

And he will too. [ Chuckles ]

With any luck at all, I would have been married to a rich girl tomorrow.

- A rich girl? - Yes.

And all those things you sa--

I-- I think you better go before you get hurt.

Yeah.

I'll tell you one thing though.

And it surprises me.

I did get to like you quite a bit.

[ Harding ] Stop stalling, Jim.

En avant, la legion.

All right, fellas. She's all yours.

Why don't you just put your hands up,

get on your horse and ride out of here?

Ray, old friend, have you ever tried...

to mount a horse with your hands in the air?

All right, just get on and get out.

All right, move.

Oh!

[ Sobbing ]

[ Door Opens ]

You had your dinner?

[ Sighs ] I just got back from town.

Deputy wanted me there when he questioned Harding.

Jim was in with that man, wasn't he, Daddy?

Yeah.

We were in the cabin, and it was plain to see that they knew each other.

[ Sighs ] What was it?

Daddy, please. I have to know.

It was blackmail.

- Blackmailing you? - Trying to.

[ Exhales ]

I'll never understand.

If Jim was such an evil man, why did he fight to save me?

There are degrees of evil. And of virtue.

Who was it who said, "There's so much good in the worst of us,

so much bad in the best of us"?

Before Jim went out to fight, he...

looked at his medal and he said something that I didn't understand.

I think it was in French.

Something like-- [ Stammering ] "La-Lavant... la"--

En avant, la legion.

- Yes, that's it. - That would be the command he gave his men...

the time he won the medal.

"Legion, forward."

He won it twice, didn't he, Daddy?