All language subtitles for S06E20 - The Good-Hearted Badman

[ theme music playing ]

[ weakly ] Go.

Come on.

Keep going.

[ groaning ]

[ horse whinnies ]

Well, hello there.
Who are you?

Lie still.

I'm going for help.

Stay still.

Don't move.

I'll be right back.

There's no telling
how much blood he's lost.

Well, let's get him
into town.

All the way in the wagon?
He'll die before we get there.

Let's take him
back to the ranch.

This is not some bird
with a broken wing you're
taking home, you know.

There are all kinds of reasons
why one man shoots another,

and none of them
are any good.

All right, giddyup.

[ wind blowing ]

There.

Do you think he'll
be warm enough?

With all these covers,
I should hope so.

Tuck it in
around his shoulders.

I wonder what
happened to him.

Well, I expect he'll
tell us when he's able.

He's lost
a lot of blood.

Well, he looks strong enough
to be up and around in no time.

Ooh. These will have to
get washed and mended

before he's ever able
to wear them again.

Someone should be here
when he wakes up.

He's not gonna know
where he is.

Well, your Uncle Clay
will be back to talk to him
when he's awake.

All right.

Well, this horse
has been run hard.

From what,
I'd like to know.

Well, whatever it was,
it almost killed that boy.

That and the ride
in the wagon.

It was the only way
to get him here.

Well, I think it started
his bleeding again,
all that jouncing around.

Another few miles
and he'd have been dead.

You think
he'll pull through?

Well, I think
he will in time.

[ wind blowing outside ]

I wonder who he is.

Clay, have you got
any idea?

He'll probably tell us
when he wakes up.

Well, I'll get back in.

Oh, that wind is sharp.

Could bring snow.

Well, I'd better bring
some of those heavy blankets

from the bunkhouse
first chance I get.

I just hope The Virginian
gets the herd through

before the worst
of it hits.

Welcome back.

Back?

To the living.

This is Shiloh Ranch,
and you're in my room.

I'm Elizabeth.

Elizabeth.

I found you at the brook.

Where is he?

Who?

Where is he?
What happened to him?

Who?

My horse.

I don't want anything
to happen to him.

He's all right.

You lie still
and don't try to move.

We brought him back
with us and Uncle Clay
is looking after him.

Clay?

Grainger. You're not
from around here, are you?

No.

Well, you have nothing
to worry about.

Uncle Clay knows all there is
to know about horses.

It wasn't as bad as it looked
once we got it cleaned up.

But I know
it can't feel too good.

Did you do all this?My Aunt Holly.

She does all the doctoring.
There's only one
doctor for miles

and he's always
somewhere else
when you need him.

Did she take out
the bullet?

It was a rifle bullet.

Felt more like
a cannonball.

All you need now
is time to heal,
plenty of rest.

How'd you happen
to run across me?

I stopped to water my horse.

It's lucky I did.

I guess you just about
saved my life.

All I did was go for help.

Help is what I needed.

I thank you for it.

You're welcome.

Want some water?

Mmm. Ah.

Thank you.

[ sighs ]

Elizabeth.

You still haven't
told me your name.

Haven't I?

Thomas.

Tom, Tom, the piper's son.

Uncle Clay
wants to talk to you.

I'll tell him you're awake.

How come they put me
in your room?

My brother Stacey's
on a cattle drive
with the men.

I'm in his room.

Why didn't they
put me in there?

Because it's the coldest
room in the house

and you have to keep warm.

Don't you like this room?

Oh, sure.

Pretty as a woman.

You know how long
it's been since I slept
in a real bed?

If you want
to go back to sleep.

No.

This way I know I'm alive.

I can see you.

Then you don't mind talking.

One of the things
I do best.

Elizabeth?

You'll come back, huh?

Yes.

How do you feel?

[ chuckles ]
I've felt better.

But I've felt worse, too.

I'm Clay Grainger.

Tom Baker.

What happened
out there, Tom?

I was ambushed.

See who did it?

Oh, yeah.
I was turning around

just as he was getting ready
to pull the trigger
to shoot me in the back.

Did you know him?

No. Never saw him
before in my life.

Is there any reason
why this stranger

would wanna kill you?Can't think of any.

After he saw that he
hit you the first time,
why didn't he shoot again?

Well, he was up on a ridge
and I dropped out of sight.

I was able
to get to my horse.

I rode off before
he could get to me.

Well, probably some outlaw
thinking to shoot you first,

rob you later.

That could be.

I hear tell the Jim Dewey gang
is in these parts.

Jim Dewey?

I never heard of his bunch
this far west.

No, if it was an outlaw,
it was probably some loner.

We get a lot of saddle
tramps, drifters through
here this time of year.

Is that so?

Yes, they flock
into Medicine Bow

first sign
of the cold weather,

warm their feet
in some saloon.

Which way
were you heading, Tom?

Well, I have
some friends up this way

and thought I might
look them up.Oh?

I know practically
everybody around here.
Maybe I know 'em.

Melhorn. Bill Melhorn?

No, doesn't ring a bell.

Maybe they're new.

Lots of new folks
moving in around here.

TOM: Well, that's right,
they're newcomers.

Old Bill, he stays
pretty much to himself.

It's likely you wouldn't have
made his acquaintance yet.

Well, what is he--
rancher, farmer,
sheepherder?

He's a farmer.

Old Farmer Bill.

What were you
going to do,
work on the farm?

Well, actually...

[ groans ]

Ooh-hoo-hoo-ee.

Boy, you sure are
making yourself known.

It's hard to fasten my mind
on anything else right now.

That hurts like blue Hades.

Uh, these friends
of yours--Uncle Clay.

Let him rest now.
You can talk to him later.

I'd make more sense
later on.

TOM: Uh, Mr. Grainger?

I was wondering
about my horse.

Oh, I fed him
and put him in the barn.

Seems a might tired.

Yeah.

I'm beholden to you
and Mrs. Grainger
for all that you've done.

Well, you get some sleep.

Elizabeth.

Elizabeth.

Don't go.

She dwelled among
the untrodden ways

beside the springs of Dove.

A maid whom there were
none to praise

and very few to love.

CLAY: You there!
What do you want?

A man rides onto a place,
it's customary for him

to come
to the door of the house.

I've been on the trail
so long, I forgot my manners.

Hicks is the name.
Ben Hicks. Howdy.

Clay Grainger.

I don't see
any hands working today.No, you don't.

Now maybe you'll explain
why you're nosing around
these stables.

Just looking, friend.
No harm meant.

Just looking to see.

See what?A horse.

Oh, well, then you've come
to the wrong place, Mr. Hicks.

We don't sell horses.I'm not looking to buy.

A particular horse,
belongs to a friend of mine.

We got separated
on the trail.

What would your friend's horse
be doing in my stable?

You might have seen him.

Young buck, tall and dark.

If he's your friend,
he'll try to get word to you,

let you know where he is.

If he is
a friend of yours.

I'd better just look
in the stables.

Hold it!

I'll ask again.
Now what do you want?

I want Jim Dewey.

Jim Dewey? Here?

His name isn't new to you.

No, but the Dewey gang
rides in Nebraska.

They were chased out
by vigilantes

after a bank was robbed
and a sheriff was killed.

The gang split up
this side of the border.

The vigilantes turned back.

But not Ben Hicks.

Are you one of
the vigilantes?

I caught up with Jim Dewey
the day before yesterday.

I had him in my sights
and was squeezing off
the shot when he turned.

Took it in the shoulder.

Why didn't you try
to take him alive?

Dead or alive,
he'll fetch the same price.

And Jim Dewey dead's
a whole lot less trouble.

Oh, so that's it.

You're a bounty hunter, huh?

You got something
against bounty hunters?

We do a job.

Yes, I suppose you do--
where there's no law.

Now Jim Dewey's here.
I know it and I want him.Nebraska wants him.

I'll let the sheriff
arrange for the extradition
according to law.

Law? Now what does
Jim Dewey care about the law?

I care.

I won't stand by and see
any man shot down for gain.

I'm asking you
to leave this ranch.

I come for Jim Dewey
and I'm taking him.

You pull that trigger
and there'll be a price
on yourhead.

For murder.

Where you got him?
In the house?

You hear
what I said, Hicks?

There'll be a price
on yourhead.

Let's bring him out.

Some scavenger
of a bounty hunter
will get your scent

and wait for you
to turn your back.

Now if I have to
go in there alone, I will.

HOLLY: Clay!

Somebody out there
with a rifle.

Don't get up.I gotta go.

Aunt Holly!

No, please, lie down.

Lie down, please.

[ panting ]

You're lucky.
After you killed me,

you'd have had to kill
my wife and niece.

Your head would have fetched
a real high bounty.

I only want what's mine.

Get out,
and don't come back.

What's mine is mine.

Nobody's gonna
cheat me out of it.

He tried to get up.

Let him be.

That shooting--
what was it?

You had a visitor.

And he was carrying this.

He left it as a kind of
get well present.

[ sighs ]

Who?

He said his name
was Ben Hicks.

But he may have
been lying.

Some people have a way
of not wanting to give
their right names,

Mr. Baker.

What did he want?

The man was
a bounty hunter.

He was looking for the outlaw
he tried to shoot in the back.

And he called him by name.
His name was Jim Dewey.

You're holding the gun.

And you're wanted--
dead or alive.

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna see that you're
taken back to Nebraska

to stand trial.Ha!

They won't waste time
on a trial.
They'll hang me.

Probably hang me
to the same tree
they hung my pa.

I've heard of your pa.

He rode like
Quantrill's Raiders--

they killed anybody
who stood in their way.

And yet he was a good man.
Can you believe that?

He robbed and looted
half of Nebraska.

He was an honest farmer
until the bank
grabbed his land

while he was off fighting
Mr. Lincoln's war.

[ sighs ]
Mama and I had to
beg for table scraps,

pig food.

Any war is mean.

Aw, people are mean.

Pa came home and he
nearly lost is mind
when he saw how it was.

He fought for what was his
the only way he knew how.

All right,
maybe he was wrong.

But they were wrong, too.

The folks who got hold
of him put him to death
in front of his son.

[ sighs ]

Putting the rope
around his neck,
he cried out to me.

"Run, Jimmy.

Don't you look back now."

I couldn't move.

You think you
righted that wrong
by becoming what he was?

They tell a story.

They say I stood
underneath the hanging tree

looking up at Pa's boots
and swore to revenge him.

It wasn't that way.

All I wanted was
to be back on the farm,

my pa still alive,
working his land.

I never wanted
to pay them back.

Why aren't you working
the land somewhere, then?

They wouldn't let me
forget who I was.
I never had a choice.

But I never killed.

And when I could,
I shared with those
who had less than me.

I've heard Robin Hood tales
about every outlaw
who ever wore a gun.

So you robbed from the rich
and gave to the poor, huh?

Who else would I rob from?
Who else would I give to?

Maybe I just wanted
to take away some of the hate
from my pa's name, huh?

He's bleeding again.

I'd better change
that dressing

while you go
for the sheriff.

What if that bounty hunter
comes back while I'm gone?

I can still shoot.

[ laughs ]

I never heard
of a bounty hunter

that'd be stopped
by two women, Grainger.

A man who goes around
killing for money,

he doesn't have much
feeling for life.

Oh, uh...
he's out there waiting.

And you ride off alone,
he'll move in fast.

I wouldn't wanna be the cause
for any harm to come to them.

[ wind blowing ]

Ooh, listen to that wind.

I hope the boys
haven't lost too much time

getting the herd through
to the railhead.

What is it, Holly?

It's Elizabeth.

Elizabeth?

She's so young
and full of trust.

This Jim Dewey makes
a very good case for himself.

Yeah, there's no excuse
for a man becoming an outlaw.

Lying there wounded,
it's so easy to feel
sympathy for him.

He's a very attractive
young man.

Well, come on to bed.
I've heard enough for today.

Elizabeth has read all
of those magazine stories
about Jim Dewey,

and they all make him out
to be some kind of a hero.

A lot of hogwash.

Just the same,
a young girl gets
romantic notions,

even an intelligent girl
like Elizabeth.

He's not exactly
Prince Charming.

Well, he is
the nearest thing to it
in this part of the world.

What's put all this
into your head?

Elizabeth has more sense

than to go mooning
over some gun-crazy outlaw.

He is not any outlaw.

Jim Dewey is a legend.

He's like--
He's like Ivanhoe.

Or Robin Hood.

How long is he
gonna be here?

I don't know.

I can't put him in a wagon
and I can't leave him here.

Chances are that
bounty hunter's out there
like a hungry wolf.

Just have to wait for him
to get strong enough

to make the ride
into Medicine Bow.

Evening.

More of the same?

You wouldn't know the folks
who run the Shiloh Ranch?

The Graingers?
Why, sure.

Everybody in Medicine Bow
knows the Graingers.

There's no finer folks
on the face of the earth.That's what I hear.

Fine bunch of hands, too.Yeah, that's for certain.

Although it sure
is quiet around here

with all the hands out
on a cattle drive.

Shiloh boys?Yeah, all of 'em.

All the hands from all
the ranches hereabouts.

It's a big drive.

Must be.

Who are all those fellas?

Well, the fellas
at the card table there

are mostly storekeepers,
men from town.

Now you wanna know
about Clay Grainger,
you ask them.

There ain't one of them
wouldn't give the shirt
off his back to Clay.

And who are they?

Drifters, saddle tramps.
Cold weather brings 'em in.

Slow nights like this,
I don't even bother
with 'em.

They're not from these parts?No, they're all rootless.

Always on the move,
always looking for trouble.

That ain't no way to live.

Is there a hotel in town?Yeah, there sure is.

Catty-corner to the left
as you go out the door.

Fixing on staying a while?Just for the night.

Tomorrow night I'll be
going back to Nebraska
with a friend.

Say, I'm in need
of a good rifle.

Lost mine crossing
the river a ways back.

Don't feel right without it.

Well, sir, you're in luck.
Now there's a real
fine gunsmith

right down the street
from the hotel.

Yes, sir, right here
in Medicine Bow

we got just about anything
a man could want.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

DEWEY: No, don't.

Please don't.

[ groans ]

[ knock on door ]

Are you all right?

You were calling out.

Come in. I guess
I was dreaming, huh?

No more bleeding?

No. No, but it hurts
like fury.

Maybe the bandage
is too tight.

No, it seems all right.

There's only one problem.

How do I get back to sleep?

You might try
counting sheep.

On a cattle ranch?

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Oh, nurse,
my pillow's bunched up.

Is there something
you can do about that?

Now try it.

Oh.

Oh, yeah, that's perfect.
That's just...

[ makes snoring sounds ]

[ laughs ]

Did I hear somebody laughing
at a poor wounded outlaw?

One thing good
about a sick bed--

can't sleep at night,
you can always doze off
during the day.

Hmm.

What do you do
during the day, Elizabeth,

besides saving lives?

I work. I help Aunt Holly
with the chores.

I read.

Hey, what's it like
being a girl
living on a ranch

with nothing but men
around all the time?

They couldn't be
nicer to me.

Sometimes they let me
ride with them,
help with the calves.

I'm a pretty good roper
for a girl.

I bet you are.

It sounds like good times,

something I'd like to have.

You know what I wish?

I wish I'd had
more schooling.

Ma taught me numbers
and spelling.

Pa taught me
a couple of things.

That was it.

Where'd you learn
Wordsworth?

Who?

That poem you recited.Oh.

Lucy: She dwelt
among the untrodden ways.

"A violet by a mossy stone,

"half hidden from the eye.

"Fair as a star,

when only one
is shining in the sky."

Where'd you learn that?

A woman.

Oh.

Oh, what?

Just "oh."
Of course.

Who'd you say
wrote that poem?

Wordsworth.See?

That's something
I didn't know.

There's a lot
I don't know--too much.

I don't reckon
I'll ever get the chance
to learn it, either.

Don't, please.

Elizabeth, you know what's
gonna happen to me.

They're sending me
back there to be hanged.

Maybe not.

You'll have a trial.

[ scoffs ] Those folks
have that hanging rope
all ready for my neck.

They'll be fighting to see
who's gonna shoot the horse
away from me.

Is that why you saved me?
So I could die
at the end of a rope?

No.

Then help me.

I can't.Elizabeth, my boys
will be looking for me.

Now there's a signal we use.

It's an Indian sign.
It's a teepee.

You scratch that
in one of those gateposts,

one of them will see it
and come and help me.

Please don't ask me
to do that. I can't.

Elizabeth, I swear to you,
no harm will come
to your aunt or uncle.

I promise you that.
I just wanna get out of here.

I don't wanna die!

About time you got here.
I'm freezing to the saddle.

Where is it?

Right here.

That's his sign.Let's have a look.

[ nervous laugh ]
Turned cold, ain't it?

I should've--
I should've done
that firewood last month.

Where is he?

I'm--I'm all alone here.

It's two winters since
my wife turned sick and died.

He was here.

He's gone.

He was here yesterday.

He's hurt.

Bad?

It--It was high up
and bleeding some.

He wouldn't let me near it.

I gave him some food.You gave him some?

Well, he paid for it.
He could see I was dirt poor.

It wasn't
but a few dollars.

Why didn't he stay?

I ain't got but one bed.

He was hurt
and you turned him out?

No.Well, why'd he leave?

Why'd he go off
in the cold?

Well, he--he had to go.

He was afraid that Hicks
would catch up.

Hicks?

Well, the man that shot him.

Look, he trusted me.
I can prove it.

He said you was coming.
He left a message for you.

Would he leave a message
if he--if he didn't trust me?

What was it?

He was headed
for Medicine Bow.

That's what he said--
Medicine Bow.

I wasn't to tell
nobody but you.

And you didn't?

No, sir, I ain't
told nobody else.

Cold day for sweat.

Well, chopping the wood.

It's hot work.It is.

You sure you're not sweating
'cause you told somebody
about Medicine Bow?

I swear I ain't told nobody.
I swear it.

You sure
you didn't tell Hicks?

You sure he didn't
give you a few dollars, too?

I never talked to Hicks.

Then how do you know his name?

Mmm. Now that's what
I call a breakfast.

I haven't had
anything like that
since I don't know when.

Well, there's not much
you can do to bacon and eggs.

Oh, you've never tasted
my cooking, have you?

I get the eggshells
all busted in with the eggs.

Mmm, all sopped up
with bacon grease.

Yech.[ laughs ]

Dinner's worse, too.

Morning.

Well, good morning,
Elizabeth.

I found these
in Stacey's room.

I thought he might like
something to read.

Thank you.
What are they?

Ah.

Oh.

Medicine Bow Banner.

National Police Digest.

Oh, yeah.

The Story of Billy the Kid,
five cents, thank you kindly.

[ laughs ]

Thank you, Elizabeth.

What's that there?
Is that for me, too?

I'm sure you've
already seen this.

Jim Dewey,
the Goodhearted Badman.

The drawing on the cover
doesn't favor you too much.

No.

No, but I might look like that
if I had a big black mustache.

Matter of fact, I'm moving
in that direction right now.

Feel a might scratchy.

Do you good ladies think
I might take me a shave?

Well, I-I don't
see why not.

I'll get my husband's
shaving things.

Excuse me.

Did you think about what
I said about the Indian sign?

I can't.

It wouldn't be right.

Elizabeth, they'll kill me.

Look, these people
right here in this book,

the same ones that cheated
and killed my pa,
just like it says.

Look, an Indian sign
on a gatepost.

One of my friends will see it.
They're out beating
the bushes for me now.

Nobody will get hurt.

These things will make you
a little more presentable.

Can you manage?

Well, we'll see.

This has just been stropped,
so be careful.

Well, can't use that hand.

That's very sharp.

Yeah, it is.

Uh, I've never shaved
with my right hand.
I just might cut my throat.

I need help, Elizabeth.

I'lltake care of it.

Elizabeth has
her chores to do.

But, Aunt Holly.Elizabeth, you'd
better do your work.

And take that tray out, child.

Yes, ma'am.

Mrs. Grainger, you don't
have to worry about me.

I wouldn't do anything
to harm that girl.

It's easy for a young woman
to get all mixed up,

especially where
a young man is concerned.

Look, just 'cause
I enjoy talking

to a pretty girl doesn't mean
I'm gonna take her---

You see, I remember when
I was Elizabeth's age.

That's when Clay Grainger
came south,

just in time.

And I hope and pray
that she's going to have

the same kind of luck
that I had.

We make our own luck.

We do and we don't.

Sometimes things can
get out of control.

That's why we have to
be very, very careful.

[ wind blowing ]

How long are we going to
keep looking for him?

Till we find him.

Well, if we don't join up
with the others at the cabin,

they're gonna think
something's gone wrong.

Search till noon,
then go on back.

What about you?I'll be along.

Jim was hurt.
That's what the farmer said.

Why, he could be
laying dead in some ravine

and we'd pass him by
without even knowing it.

We'd know it.

[ chickens clucking ]

What are you doing
with that chicken feed?What?

You waste most of it
throwing it up in the air

against the wind like that.

Let the chickens
have a little
while you're at it.

When are you taking him
in to the sheriff?

Tomorrow?

If he can sit a horse,
most likely tomorrow.

When will he be
taken to Nebraska?

As soon as it
can be arranged.

That's up to the sheriff.

When will they hang him?

Well, they have courts
in Nebraska

with honest judges
and juries.

The case will be decided
according to law.

But when will they hang him?

Elizabeth.

I know.

I know.

There's so much
goodness in him.

It's a terrible waste
to kill the good
along with the other.

It is a waste, always,

no matter who does
the killing and why.

But if he had
so much good in him,

why didn't he follow
his better instincts?

He had no choice--
his father.

I knew an outlaw's son
who turned out to be
a first-rate doctor.

There's always a choice
if you care enough to make it.

They wouldn't
let him make it.

I don't believe that.

Maybe you don't want
to believe it,

but it is true.

They wouldn't
leave him alone
because of his father.

When he was growing up,
every bully boy for miles

had to see if he
could lick Jim Dewey.

You don't know
the beating he took.

Did he tell you that,
or did you read it
in a magazine?

He's just about
Stacey's age.

Do you think it would
have been any different
for Stacey

if he'd
grown up that way?

I think your brother
has strength enough

to have made
a difference, yes.

Wouldn't he have
used that strength

to fight back the way
Jim Dewey does?

Stacey, an outlaw?

Living outside the law
if that's the only way
he could live decently,

doing for people
the way Jim Dewey does.

Feeding the poor
and helping them
through bad times.

Can't you see Stacey
doing that?

Can't you see
the goodness in it?

Well, I'm not looking at it

through your eyes,
Elizabeth.

I'm sorry.

Let him go.

Please.

Just let him
take his horse
and ride out.

With a bounty hunter
after him?

At least that way
he'd have a chance.

Please, Uncle Clay!

You know better than that.

No, I don't know.

Not anymore.

All I know is
I don't want him to die!

It's going to be
a long cold winter.

This is your last chance
to make some grub money,

whisky money.

All we gotta do
is kill Jim Dewey, huh?

All you gotta do
is go with me.

I'll pay every man who does
$100 in gold.

Well, that's mighty
generous of you, Mr. Hicks,

considering you're
going to collect that
whole $5,000 bounty

on Jim Dewey's head.

That's right, Bogen,
that's how it is.

Take it or leave it.

What's to stop one of us
from going alone,
collecting that whole 5,000?

Try it. You'll see
what'll stop you.

[ chuckles ]

I know how to do it.
I've done it before.

Now you go with me, you'll
get $100 apiece in gold.

You go alone, and you
won't come back at all.

You said Dewey's
laid up with a bullet
in his shoulder.

My bullet.

Then why do you need us?

There's somebody
standing in my way.

Does the name Grainger
mean anything to any of you?

Who's he, one of
Dewey's gun hands?

No, he's only a rancher.

Except for Dewey, there's
nobody in the house with him
but his wife and niece.

Dewey's gang
is scattered in the hills.

He came this way alone.

Well, what do you say?

Who wants $100

and the satisfaction
of seeing Jim Dewey dead?

Sure, why not?

What are we
waiting for?Wait.

We can't all
ride out together.

Folks will start
wondering what was up.

The sheriff might even
tag along to find out.

I suppose you got
some kind of plan?

We wait till dark.

Then we leave a few at a time
an hour apart.

I'll tell you
where to meet.

And the money?When it's done.

That's it.

Just like the army,
ain't it?

Somebody always
giving orders.

I never cared much
for winter.

Short days and long nights--
I don't like that.

Oh, one thing I know
for sure--you don't want
me snowed in with you.

You can ride all right?

Yeah, maybe tomorrow.

Well, then, we'll get
an early start.

It's too bad about
your herd being out.

Your missus told me
about it.

Kinda late
for a cattle drive, huh?

Not too late
if the weather hadn't changed.

What do you know
about it?

Oh, I had my share
of punching cows
when I was a kid.

I know what a blizzard
can do to a herd.

It's the men I was
thinking about.

Elizabeth's brother
is one of 'em.

Oh, that's too bad.

It's hard work
even in good weather.

Why, I used to
break my back.

Was that before or after
your father was lynched?

That was after.

Well, shouldn't have been
too hard on you, then.

You were able to make a living
in spite of the fact

that you were an outlaw's son.

Well, yeah, I went
different places

and I had to use
different names.

I used Will Davis,
Jed Harper.

Tom Baker.

Yeah, that, too.
[ laughs ]

Mr. Grainger, you know,
I was a good worker.

Can you believe that?

Yeah, old Jim Dewey was
a hard-working cow puncher.

Boy.

You know, sometimes
I wish I was back,

rounding up strays,
cussing out heifers.

That was a good life.

Hey, how do you think
that big old pinto of mine

would do as a cow pony?

I don't know about that,
but he's a fine animal.

Oh, that he is for sure.

I broke him myself,
you know.

Yeah.
Like to have killed me

before I got him
so as I could ride him.

He's been a good horse
ever since, though.

Mr. Grainger, would you
do me a favor?

That sheriff at Medicine Bow,
he'll most likely

send me back to Nebraska
by stage.

That's the way
it's usually done--
with an armed escort.

Yeah.

Well, uh,

when I'm gone,
would you look after my horse?

All right. Unless you want
to sell him now.

Oh, no, I couldn't do that.

That'd be like
selling my legs.

No, I just want him
taken care of.

You know, let him run.

He's used to running.

Just give him plenty
of room to pasture.

All right.

Thank you.

We'll leave at sunup.

Whatever you say.

If there is a sunup.

[ playing piano ]

Aunt Holly,
do you ever cry?

What a question.

Of course I do.

Do you ever feel a great
crushing sort of sadness?

We all do sometimes.

When I was young,
I cried myself to sleep

night after night
with no reason.

Are you ever ashamed?

Well, let's see.

I've regretted.

I've regretted that
I spoke out in anger

and lost my temper

and regretted being jealous
and envious and smug.

But it was regret,
mostly, I think,

from making someone
feel unhappy.

What if someone
trusted you

and you did something
you knew was wrong?

But you were being
pulled in two directions

and the other way
was wrong, too?

Elizabeth, honey.

What are you
trying to tell me?

I'm sorry, I guess I'm not
making too much sense.

Well, maybe you are

but I haven't
the sense to see it.

Well, it's wrong
to take a life.

That's the greatest
wrong of all.

It's wrong to let it happen
and not do anything about it.

Oh, dear child.

If I hadn't found Jim Dewey,

Uncle Clay wouldn't have to be
the one to take him in.

Don't you see?
I'm responsible.

No.

No, I don't see.

I just couldn't bear it.

I couldn't,
and that's why...

[ footsteps ]

I'm gonna turn in now.

I'm taking him in
in the morning, early.

Night, Elizabeth.

Good night.

Good night, honey.

Good night.

[ imitates an owl ]

[ imitates an owl ]

[ laughs ]

[ groans ]

Good evening, Jim.

Good evening, Jake.

Would you mind
closing the window?

Of course.

We'd just about
gave up on--!

We'd just about
gave up on you.

What happened?

Bounty hunter.

How'd you find me?

I looked for the sign.
Went by yesterday,
didn't see it.

Today it was
on the gatepost.

Oh, Elizabeth put it there.

Who?

That's a girl who lives here.

What happened to the boys
after we split up?

No trouble. We circled
around like you said,

headed for that cavern.

We're holed up there,
most of us.

The rest are still
straggling in.

That's good, that's good.

Yeah, my pa holed up
there the better part
of a summer once.

Jim.

This ain't summer.

[ laughs ]
It sure ain't.

How bad is that?

I'm alive.

Can you ride?

Yeah, well, I've been
thinking about that.

Now this here's
a nice, warm bed.

I ain't about to
give it up to go
freeze in no cave.

Does that mean you're not
coming with me?

Give me your gun, Jake.What for?

I want it.

We're all here.
Let's go.Hold it up.

What's the matter, Hicks?
It's dark enough, ain't it?

Let's do this right.

Grainger's got guns
in the house.

We don't all want
to rush in from
the same direction.

MAN: Somebody coming!
One rider!

Anybody see you
leave town?

How would I know?

Clay, what time is it?

It's not morning yet.

Go back to sleep.

Well, why are you
up and dressed?

I decided not to wait.

But--but the sheriff
will be in bed.

Well, then,
I'll get him up.

You're doing this so Elizabeth
won't have to see him go.

Take care.

Don't you worry about that.

HICKS: Hold it up.

What's going on?

All right, pull him off.

Light a torch.

What's your name?

You got a name?

Sure, have you?

You one
of Dewey's gang?What?

Sure he is.
Kill him and be done with it.

Hey, maybe there's
a price on his head, too.

You wouldn't get a dollar
on any of 'em except
Dewey himself.

I'll take my dollar.
Finish him off.

Search him.
We'll see who he is.

Grainger.
You live at Shiloh Ranch?

That's right.

Well, the Shiloh men
are away on a cattle drive.

What are you doing here?

Trail boss sent me back
with a message.

For your pa?

So you rode all the way back.

Why didn't you use
a telegraph?

There's an office in town.

Wires are down
'cause of the storm.What storm?

Up north.

All right, now you
know my name. What's yours?

You ever heard
of Jim Dewey?

You're not Dewey.

Guess he ain't. Jim Dewey's
at Shiloh Ranch right now.

Shut up.What's happened?

I got a sister, aunt,
and uncle there.
Now what's happened?

All right, we'll all be
leaving in a little while.

Might be a right smart idea
for you to come with us.

Dewey?

Come in, Mr. Grainger.

All right.

You put the lantern
on the table

and the rifle over here
on the bed, very gently.

That's right.

Okay.

Your gun's locked up.
That's not one of mine.

No.

Mr. Grainger,
meet Mr. Powell.

He works for me.

Mr. Grainger.

That's the rifle that put
a hole in my shoulder, Jake.

Mr. Grainger took it away
from a bounty hunter.

What's more,
the bounty hunter

had the drop on him
at the time.

Wouldn't wanna mess with him.
He might take you down
a peg or two.

If you're going
back to your gang,
why don't you go now?

No, no, Mr. Grainger.

He's not going to them,
they're coming here.

What, here, to Shiloh?

That's right.
Sure beats sleeping
in a cave.

Who is it?

Shh.

CLAY: How long do you
plan on staying?

DEWEY: Oh, I haven't
made up my mind.

My men will be back
in a week.

POWELL: Get rid of 'em.
You hired 'em, pay 'em off.

Tell 'em you hired new hands.While they're away
on a cattle drive?

Now wait a minute.
We've got a week
to think about it.

Just have to put
our heads together.

You're not as smart
as I thought you were, Dewey,
not by half.

Leastwise I'm not
taking that ride in
to see the sheriff.

[ knock on door ]HOLLY: Clay?

It's all right, Holly.
You can go back to bed.Let 'em in, Powell.

Jim?

Elizabeth will be glad
I'm not gonna hang.

What's happened?

One of his friends
showed up.

Elizabeth,
this is Jake Powell.
He come to help me.

My pleasure, ladies.
Very nice, Jim.

I'm glad you've had
someone to keep you company
these cold winter nights.

Powell, get 'em out.
I wanna get dressed.

Ladies.

No, no, not you, Grainger.

Get me my clothes.

Get 'em yourself.

[ cocks gun ]

Come back here, old man.

All the way.

Now get me my clothes.

All right,
hold it, hold it.

All right, spread out.

Cover the doors
and don't shoot.

Dewey's mine.

Get these horses over there.

He said his friends would
come and take him away.

He said nobody
would get hurt.

They were gonna hang him.

Honey, it wasn't
your fault.

I guess all of us
wanted to help him
at one time or another.

The Goodhearted Bad Man.

[ throws logs ]

Madam, where'd you learn
to build a fire?

Oh, sorry.

Howdy.

Well, look who's here!

Oh, yeah.
Be dancing by dawn.

Why not now?

Elizabeth,
won't you dance with him?

Well, come on.
Don't you like to dance?

Powell!Oh, Clay!

Come tie my tie.

Here's your Robin Hood
for you,

just filled with the milk
of human kindness.

[ groans ]

[ growls ]

Your aunt's right,
Elizabeth.

A little girl
in a fine house

on a big ranch--

everything you want.

All the men
you ever seen never had
a mean thought about you.

Just one big happy family.

Well, look at him.

That's my family.
That's mylife.

Do you use everyone
who trusts you?

Those poor people
in Nebraska?

And your pa--
did you use him, too?

Why?

Why?

Because I wanted to.

All that talk of yours
about what I could have been

and what I could have
done with my life--

that was a big joke
to me, Elizabeth.

That was funny.

You talk about life.

You don't know
anything about it.

Don't you have
any feeling for anyone?

I stopped feeling the day
my pa hanged himself.

Yeah, I lied about that, too.

You see, he got
crazy drunk one night

and said his prayers
and sent himself
straight to hell.

That good little book
from the east,

Jim Dewey for a nickel--
what'd that say about pa?

A heroic martyr,
they branded him an outlaw.

He was nothing
but a wild-eyed, phony,
prayer-screaming drunk!

Now, how come all those
poor people back in Nebraska--

how come they all
say different?

Well, I'll tell you how come.

'Cause there ain't
nothing like spreading
a few dollars around

to get people
to singing your praise.

Mnh-mnh.

Boy, and when
the going gets rough,

they sure provide a safe
place to hide, huh, Jake?

Yeah, it doesn't always
take money, either.

Some soft words.

A few verses of poetry.

Stop it.It's true!

Now that's the way
it reallyis.No.

I know more
than you think, Jim Dewey.

I know that there's
more pleasure in giving
than in taking.

And I know that lying
and cheating never
pleased a person

as much as loving
and trusting.

You asked me if I saved
your life so you could
die at the end of a rope.

I said no.

I was wrong.

Because I'm afraid for you.

I'm afraid that
that's all that's in store

for a man who stopped
feeling so long ago.

Grainger!
This is Hicks!

I wanna make a trade!

Do you hear me,
Grainger?

I wanna make a trade!

What's he talking about,
a trade?

I don't know.

We'd better find out.

Keep out of the way.

HICKS: Hey, Grainger!

I wanna make a deal!

All right, talk to him.

Hicks, this is Grainger.
What do you want?

He says he's
related to you.

I could pick him off
from here.

Go on, tell him.

Clay? Stacey.

Oh, dear lord.

HICKS: The boy
for Jim Dewey!

What if I refuse?

The boy dies.

Stacey!

Get her out of here.

CLAY: The boy dies,
it's murder.

There are witnesses.

I have my own
witnesses.

I don't know this boy.

He might be a member
of Jim Dewey's gang.

If he dies,
blame yourself!

He's got a rifle
in my back.

Some of his men
are near the house.That's enough.

Tell him you won't trade.I'll tell him I can't.

You tell him you won't.
Let him make the first move.

But he'll kill Stacey!

Don't you understand?
He'll kill my brother!

What do you want me to do,
throw down my gun and walk out?

If he gets a chance,
he'll kill us all.

I don't think he will.

He backed down once.Then test him.

Tell him you won't trade.

Hicks! It's no good!

He thinks you're bluffing.
Grainger!

The first shot in the leg,
then the right hand.

Third shot between the eyes.

Maybe he can't trade.

Maybe Dewey's holding a gun.Dewey?

That's why he can't
come outside.

First shot, Grainger.

No, wait, there's
something to it.

Why would Grainger
stand at a door and make
a target of himself?

'Cause Dewey has a gun
in his back.

What now, General?

Gonna give up on that
$5,000 bounty?

I've been
after him too long.
I can't give up.

It's not gonna
end this way.

I'll get Jim Dewey
if I have to burn him out.

That's as good a way
as any.

What are you gonna do?

Watch me.

All right, listen, Hicks.

If Dewey burns in that house,
you're not gonna be able
to collect that bounty.

Not gonna be able
to prove it was him.
Did you ever think of that?

The stables.
Burn the stables.

BOGEN: What good's
that gonna do?

Ain't you heard how
Jim Dewey's crazy
about horses?

His horse is in there.
Burn it.

What about the other horses?

I'm not to blame for that.

I gave him every chance
to come out.

I'm not to blame.

[ horse panicking ]

[ horses panicking ]

The stables!Hold it!

Nobody leaves.

We've got to get
the horses out!

Your horse is in there!

Shut the door.Listen to those animals!

[ horses panicking ]

You asked me to take
care of your horse.
You couldn't sell him--

it'd be like selling
your legs. Was that
part of the legend, too?

I'll get another horse!Well, you'll have to!

That one's burning up!
Let me go out there!No!

Those horses will die.

Stay away from the door.
I'll shoot anyone
who touches it.

[ horses panicking ]

But I've got to
let those horses out!

[ horses panicking ]

Elizabeth! Come back!

Elizabeth!

No, Grainger.

Jake, cover me.

Watch him.

[ horses panicking ]

Elizabeth, get out of here!

[ gunfire ]

We've gotta help him!

I'll help him.
You wait over
at the bunkhouse. Go on!

[ horses panicking ]

[ horse panicking ]

[ horse panicking ]

Uncle Clay.

[ structure collapsing ]

Stacey!

It was my bullet
killed Jim Dewey,
not the fire.

You saw it.
You could swear to it--
I killed Jim Dewey.

You must be
mistaken, Hicks.

I don't know Jim Dewey.
I never met him.

He died in your stable!

That was somebody else,
some stranger.

That's right,
sure wasn't Jim Dewey.

I've seen his picture before.
This fella didn't even
have a mustache.

We didn't
know him at all.

What are you
trying to pull here?

It was Jim Dewey
and I killed him.

Prove it.

It'll be a lot easier
for me to prove

you set fire to my barn.
I have witnesses.

I killed him, I tell you!
I killed Jim Dewey!

He wasworth saving.

He was good.

He was, Elizabeth.

But he never really
believed that until he met you.

Hey, I just remembered
what I'm doing here.

The herd reached
the railhead.

As soon as the details
of the sale are worked out,

The Virginian and the men
will be home--end of message.

Look.

It's snowing.

[ theme music playing ]