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'Five years after the end
of the Civil War,

'a thousand-mile cattle trail stretched
from the plains of Texas

'to the railroad depots in Kansas.

'For 90 gruelling days

'through dust, heat,
flies, loneliness,

'cowboys pushed Texas cattle
northward along the Abilene Trail

'at an average speed
of three-quarters of a mile an hour

'toward Abilene, Kansas,

'where raw-bred southern beef
could be turned into hard eastern cash.

'Abilene was the end of the trail,

'the end of the trail hand's
thousand-mile, 90-day-long boredom.'

(CHEERING)

What kind of a town is this?
Not a saloon on that side of the street.

Just wasted. Nothing but stores.
Come on!

#... Thy love possessing

# Triumph in redeeming grace

# O refresh us

# Travelling through this wilderness

# Thanks we give and adoration

# For Thy Gospel's joyful sound... #

(GUNSHOT)

# May the fruits of Thy salvation... #

(GUNSHOT)

# In our hearts and lives... #

Excuse me.

# Ever faithful

# To the truth may we be found... #

# Oh, I hate the wind
that howls across the prairie... #

(GUNSHOT)

# I hate to hear
the coyote's nightly song... #

(GUNSHOT)

# I hate the sound of six-guns
that they carry

# It's much too hot in summertime,
it's much too cold in winter

# But listen, mister,
please don't get me wrong

# I love it out here in the West

# Because the West is best
for lovin'... #

(GUNSHOT)

# When the stars are shinin'
and the moon is gold

# You'll find me out
with my Romeo... #

(GUNSHOT)

# Back East I was always repressed

# That's why I love it out in the West

# I love it out here in the West

# Because the life is free and easy

# You can do most anything
you doggone please

# There's room to stretch... #

Sorry, Rita.

Why aren't you in church
with the storekeepers?

I was.
Do you see that sign there, mister?

We've only got two little laws here.

Don't break 'em, friend.

Her singing sounds better
if you don't shoot at it.

- Oh!
- (LAUGHTER)

(DRUM ROLL)

# I hate the ever-lasting smell
of cattle

# I hate the flies
that buzz around my head

# I hate the sound of rattlers
when they rattle

# But listen, mister,
please don't be misled

# I love it out here in the West

# Because the life is free and easy

# You can do most anything
you doggone please

# There's room to stretch
and there's room to breathe

# I'm just brimmin' over with zest

# Because I love it out in the West... #

It's a wonder Rita didn't slug you.

She works too hard
at being mean, Charlie.

Real meanness comes natural.

Hmm.

I guess he got past my boys
without being seen.

It's gettin' to be a habit. Watch it.

- You aren't thinking of closing me up?
- I wouldn't want to.

The merchants across the street
wouldn't let you.

No saloons, no trail herds. No trail herds
and the merchants starve to death.

Right as rain, Charlie.

Then what do you want?

Because if it's Rita,
maybe I can fix it up for you.

Keep out.

This is private.

I'll just put that on the bill.

Anything else?

There's nothing I want from you, Charlie,
except what's on those signs.

Only ornery women can get away
with that, mister.

Shooting off guns
during church services.

The other side of the street
is getting out of hand again.

What was that shootin' we heard?

Customer at The Pride got
a little too enthusiastic. That's all.

#... of the coming of the Lord

# He is trampling out the vintage

# Where the grapes of wrath are stored

# He hath loosed the fateful lightning

# Of His terrible swift sword

# His truth is marching... #

They carry their church with them.

- Been lookin' for you, Balder.
- Hello, Mr Ryker.

Welcome back to Abilene. Nice trip north?

Not bad. Here's a list of the stuff
we'll need in the morning.

I feel bad to make you work on Sunday,

but as you're doing it for me and you've
said your prayers, you may be forgiven.

The Lord is very understanding.

My boys are in for a fling
at the honeypots.

It may be a little rough,
but it's all in fun.

The town's open, Cap.

The Marshal's got nothing to do.
Maybe he'll give you a hand with my stuff.

See ya.

# They have builded Him an altar
in the... #

You homesteaders got no place
in town here.

And stay off that trail,
a long way off of it!

This is cattle country
and it's gonna stay cattle country!

- Come on, Sherry. I need help on this.
- All right, Father.

(GUNSHOT)

Go after it, Jip!

This is one of my men.

- He went for his gun first.
- The deal was crooked.

I wouldn't wrestle with these dogs.
I got one more bullet left.

We'll take care of you right now. Boys!

Ryker!

You wouldn't be happy buried 1, 000 miles
from home. Walk out ahead of me.

- That man's a murderer!
- Why has your boy got a gun in his hand?

(ANGRY MUTTERING)

Get going, George.

Where's the music? Hit the bar, boys.
Everything's on the house!

(BAND PLAYS)

You bought chips, Marshal.
In a couple of weeks, we'll be back.

You be here
because there'll be no guns checkin'.

We'll tear
this crooked, cheatin' town apart

and spread the pieces
from here to the Texas border!

I'll be here, Ryker.

Break it up, boys. The show's over.

Go on over to the jail
and lock yourself up.

I'll be over to let you out
when Ryker leaves town.

What are you after, Dan? Why don't you
let this town shoot it out and die?

There are people in it.

What kind? You think anybody
in this town has any solution for it?

Maybe not.

That's the weakness of an honest marshal.
You got too doggone much pride.

Maybe.

The odds are wrong, Dan, unless
you've got a whole card up your sleeve.

Yeah.

The only friends you've got
are on the wrong side of the street.

Slim...

You stay here in town.

''We'll tear this town apart,'' he says.

Our only chance is
to keep Ryker satisfied.

Ryker's no cowhand
to be slugged with a gun.

We want a marshal to keep us in good
with Ryker, not a killer.

Mitchell's got to get off his high horse.

Need any help, Ed? Remember,
Ryker suggested I give you a hand.

- I guess I'd better be gettin' along.
- Me, too.

You had to knock out the brains of the
most influential cattleman on the trail!

He's the only one that bothered me.

Should Dan have let him kill a man
in cold blood?

Cap Ryker was just shootin' off his mouth.

You've overlooked
that pretty little star.

- Who put it there?
- You did.

With instructions
to keep this town peaceful

and not let trail hands get out of hand.

I didn't tell him to drive business away.

What chance would we have if Fair and
Ryker got along without any merchants?

All this trouble
over one no-count gambler.

If there's any killing, Dan just sees
to it it's done pleasantly? Is that it?

Now, Sherry, four months ago,
he didn't have a dime.

The drought killed off half his cattle
and he needed a job.

- Right.
- As town supervisor, I made him Marshal.

- Still right.
- Can I ask him to watch his step or not?

Father, what do you want Dan to do?

Maybe if he went to Cap Ryker and said
it was all a mistake, maybe apologise?

Apologise to Ryker?

In 24 hours, trail hands will shoot
into your parlour windows

just to hear the women scream.

If you're just a wood tick hangin' on
to a trail town, you're a lost cause.

I suppose you'd like to see me close up?

No, I'd like to see you buck up
and not let 'em know how weak you feel.

There may be another kind of business
here for you soon.

You mean homesteaders again?
They haven't a chance of surviving.

Maybe I'd rather do business
with homesteaders than cattlemen.

But I'm not gonna be wiped out
for my likes and dislikes.

I'm not proud. I've got to compromise.

And what I've got to do,
you've got to do, too.

Then get yourself another marshal. I'm not
wearin' a star that don't mean anything.

Wait a minute, Dan.
Now you're getting mad. You're Marshal.

I'm Marshal.

(D ISTANT HORN)

Not even an hour late today.

Dan, I think you're right.
You should resign.

How did you know I was here?

I always know where you are.

No, I'm not resigning. I was only trying
to put some steel in Ed.

You didn't succeed. You never will.

- Never's a long time.
- Howdy, folks.

I hear you had
a little trouble today, Dan.

Nothing important.
You've filed for re-election, Bravo?

They talked me into it.
I figured on opening up a saloon

or going back to dentistry, but somebody
has to keep law and order in the county.

Law and order! Why don't you try
helping Dan around here?

That wouldn't be fair, ma'am.
I run the county, Dan runs the town.

Besides, me and Dan
don't always see eye to eye.

- Bravo, I thought we were old friends.
- We are, Dan. We are.

But you've got to kick up a fuss about
things that are bound to happen anyway.

I don't figure that way.

A man's got to live. Cows get lost.

Sometimes accidents happen
and fellas get killed.

Why get hot under the collar about it?

And why go huntin' for fellas
that don't want to be found?

(HORN BLARES)

Here she comes.

Where's the Sheriff?
Where's the Sheriff?

Isn't the train making enough noise
without you adding to it?

Sheriff, the train was held up.

The train held up? Are you sure?

Of course I'm sure. I was on it.
Just three miles out of town.

- What town?
- This one.

He was a passenger. Suddenly,
he pulled a gun and held up the coach.

- Get much?
- I don't know.

He fired a shot over my head,
then he jumped off around the turn.

That's a dangerous thing to do.

He got 50 dollars from me.

That's a lot of money
to be travelling with.

If you get a posse started,
you might catch him.

Might catch the wrong man, too.
What did he look like?

Tall, brown eyes and a black beard.

- He had a brown beard.
- You see? No identification.

Poor old Bravo.
I wonder how he'll get out of this one.

You'll probably help him.

Not me. County matter.

It'll probably make him late
for our game of fan-tan at Big Annie's.

Why do you go there, Dan?

Annie makes good drinks
and playing fan-tan with Bravo

in a boarding house full of girls
is quite interesting.

Well, now when the gossips ask me
why you go there, I can tell them.

What's that?

That you haven't made up your mind

which side of Texas Street has
the most interesting women.

Mister, can you tell me
where the homesteaders' camp is?

I'm looking for a man named Hannaberry.

Two blocks down the street,
turn left and keep walking.

Thank you, mister.

Oh, just a minute.

You folks are coming in pretty fast.

I think I'll have a look at that camp
myself. Want a ride, son?

- Yes, mister.
- Follow me. I'll show you the way.

- Hello, Rita.
- You ought to grow a beard, too.

When I wear a sun bonnet and an apron,
I'LL grow a beard.

(LAUGHTER)

Do you like her, mister?

When I find out, I'll let you know.

You know, you're pretty fresh.

Hello, Bill. Nice to see you.

- Thank you, mister.
- All right, sonny.

- Coffee's on the fire.
- Thanks.

- Name's Hannaberry.
- Where are you all from, Mr Hannaberry?

Ohio mostly. Sit down, Sheriff.

- Here you are.
- Thanks.

My name's Henry. Henry Dreiser.

First off, I'm not the Sheriff.
I'm just Town Marshal of Abilene.

I'd have guessed you was closer
to the land. Cattle maybe.

There's friendlier land than this
around here.

Got told we can raise
20 bushels of wheat to the acre.

Didn't tell you this was cattle country.

It's government land.
As much ours as anybody's.

The opinion in town
is you won't last long.

The opinion here is we will.

We've brought our families and we're
gonna make this a fit country for 'em.

We're not asking anything of anybody.

There's land to work and we'll put
more in it than we take out.

That's fair enough.

We'd like to be friends
with folks in your town.

If they don't want it that way, it won't
make much difference in the long run.

# His day is marching on

# Glory, glory... #

I like that song you folks sing.

My father died in the war.

So did my son.

Those are his children
who are lookin' your horse over.

# Glory, glory, hallelujah... #

- Thanks.
- You bet.

I don't believe you.
I don't think you did at all.

- I did so ride him. Didn't I, mister?
- Sure did.

I can drive a horse behind a plough.

- Doing what?
- Putting in wheat.

# He was born across the sea

# With a glory in His bosom

# That transfigures you and me

# As He died to make men holy

# Let us die to make men free

# His day is marching on... #

Find that hold-up artist, Sheriff?

I figure he's in the next county by now.

Two dust-cutters, two whisky chasers.

I hear you've been out lookin'
for the man that stuck up the train.

I figure I got more trail dust
than he did dollars.

Any description?

Six foot two, little brown eyes,
little brown beard.

Nobody ever saw him.

- Is your name Jet Younger?
- That's right.

The boss wants to see you in his office.

Six foot two, little brown eyes,
little brown beard?

Nobody I ever saw before either.

Two more dust-cutters,
double whisky chasers.

Something on your mind, Charlie?

I think I've been making a mistake.

Maybe these wheat growers aren't
as big a joke as I thought they were,

pourin' over the trail on three sides
like a flood.

Maybe the merchants aren't
the only ones to keep scared.

They've got a sharp nose for a dollar,
these merchandise pedlars.

If they ever decide they can make more
money off homesteaders than off cattle,

they'll join up with the farmers and drive
this side of the street out of here

and out of every town
within a thousand miles.

That's loyalty for you.

Loyalty? What's that?

Well, it's...

Loyalty is...

Go on upstairs, Jet. See you later.

- (HORSE NEl GHS)
- Sure, Charlie.

(GUNSHOT)

Go after it, Jip.

(PIANO MUSI C AND DRUMS)

# People seem to think
I'm playin' hard to get

# I must confess
that what they say is true

# And I'm gonna keep on playin'
hard to get

# With everyone

# That is, except with you

# All you gotta do
is snap your fingers

# And I'll be there

# All you gotta do
is clap your hands

# And I'll come runnin' anywhere

# All you gotta do is give a whistle

# I'll be at your feet

# And if you should wonder
do I love you?

# There's a very simple little test

# All you gotta do is snap your fingers

# And I'll do the rest... #

(CHEERING)

(BAND CONTINUES PLAYING)

(GUNSHOTS)

(GUNSHOTS CONTINUE)

(SCREAMING)

I told Charlie
there were rats in the basement.

Who's breaking up my act this time?

- I don't know.
- Watch it, boys.

- You again!
- What happened?

He took a pot shot at me in the alley.
Ever seen him before, Charlie?

- One of Ryker's men.
- Oh.

Maybe some day I can finish a song
without you breaking it up.

Sounded awfully good down there,
maybe because I couldn't hear the words.

Oh!

What's that for?

For playing target
for four dollars a day!

Sure been a long, dull evening, ain't it?

# I love it out here in the West

# Because the West is best for lovin'... #

Seven of clubs. Play.

Eight of clubs, nine of clubs,
ten of clubs.

- Mended your petticoat, Rita.
- Thanks.

- What are you all dressed up for?
- I didn't feel like changing.

Good evening, Dan. Sit down. We'll all
play as soon as I've beaten this expert.

Less talk and more play.

Jack of clubs, queen of clubs,
king of clubs and out.

(SHE HUMS TUNE)

Makes 4.40 you owe me.

Sometimes, Bravo,
I marvel at your intelligence.

- Me, too.
- Sit in on a couple of hands, Rita?

No, thanks. I sat in on a shooting tonight
and it tired me out.

Anybody get hurt?

The Marshal's got a sore neck
from sticking it out again.

- Sore shins, but I'm not sure from what.
- I kicked you. Again.

- I thought we'd play fan-tan.
- Why?

You're getting loco
from mixing in everybody's business!

The trail hands pay for their drinks
and canned goods. Let them alone!

Any idea what this town'd be like
if the trail hands weren't kept in line?

Is this fan-tan or a town meeting?

So he's gonna teach them to be polite
and get shot because that's his job?

Why doesn't he go to work
for Charlie Fair?

He'll still be here
after we've had four new marshals!

That's an interesting point. Will he?

- What's interesting about it?
- This is not a one-day fight.

It's the rider against the settler,
the quick drunk against the family.

Abilene may close out the cattle when the
country's settled up. What'll you do then?

This town is never going to close
and I'm never going to move.

- This is my kind of life.
- Why?

Because I like it and it likes me

and I don't look well in an apron
and don't ask so many questions!

Would anybody be interested
in playing a little fan-tan?

Come to think of it, I would.

- Seven of spades.
- Eight of spades.

- I pass.
- Nine of spades, ten of spades.

Jack, queen, king of spades. Play!

The barn first, then the house.
Light up a couple of them torches.

Come on!

(SCREAMING)

(GLASS SMASHES)

(GUNSHOTS)

(GUNSHOTS AND SCREAMING)

Come on, Mom. Get out quick!

(GUNSHOTS AND SCREAMING)

That's mighty hard luck, Mrs Canby.

You sure got all our sympathy.

But why should anybody want to harm us?
We're a peaceable people.

I'll tell you why.
Because cattlemen hate farmers.

There's only one thing to do if we want
to stay here and that's to fight.

Easy, son.

We have as much right here as anybody.
The cattlemen don't own the land.

- Who else would wanna drive us out?
- Yes!

Quiet, quiet. This here investigation
is gettin' out of control.

Be quiet until I finish askin' questions
of the witnesses.

Did anybody here recognise the
perpetrators of this dastardly deed?

I recognised one of 'em.

How could you recognise him in the dark?
It was dark, wasn't it?

Farmers can see better in the dark
than most folks.

I know a farmer who can't see his hand
before his eyes. Fella named Donaldson.

What's his name, Frank? Go ahead,
tell 'em his name like you told me.

Jet Younger.

We want to swear on a warrant
for the arrest of Jet Younger.

(MUTTERING)

Thank you, Emily. Come again.

Two boxes of.45, Sherry.

- They found out who it was?
- Jet Younger.

But it didn't happen in town.
It's a county matter.

Why do you have to get mixed up in it?

Somebody in town sent Jet Younger
to burn out those homesteaders.

Somebody in town ought
to do something about it.

I don't suppose it would make
any difference if I asked you not to go.

No.

I thought you'd be in.

- How did you figure that one?
- Younger and Fair add up.

- To what?
- Two to one against you.

(DOOR OPENS)

Oh! Sit down.

I sent word to Bravo that as far as I'm
concerned, I want Jet Younger brought in.

I sent for you, Dan, because I heard
you might give up marshallin'.

- I did say something about it.
- I could use a man.

I always figured
I could land a job with you, Charlie.

- How soon do you plan to quit?
- Well, now, that depends.

Have you got the final figures yet,
Charlie?

Just about.
Oh, meet my new partner, Dan.

But you'd be working for me, Dan.

I'll remember.

Oh, uh... Good luck.

Anything wrong?

I'm not sure.

Hello, Dan. Don't tell me
you want an afternoon game.

No, I was just looking for Bravo.
Hearing over?

What hearing?

Oh, yeah, that's all over. I got a warrant
for Jet right there in my coat pocket.

- Leaving soon?
- Soon as I get 4.40 back from...

- Why?
- Thought you might need a little help.

How do you like that? I'll have him back
in jail before he knows what time it is.

- Play, Annie. You're holdin' up justice.
- Seven of diamonds.

- Something funny about this.
- What?

- Your enthusiasm. Jet's a killer.
- You think I'm a bumblebee?

You've got everything but the sting.

- You wouldn't mind my going along?
- I would mind!

Why meddle into something
that don't concern you?

That's what I want to know.

Did Charlie send you to ask me that
or are you interested in my well-being?

I'm interested in my business.

I want this game finished,
so I can get started.

- Play, Annie.
- Eight of diamonds.

Why are you going
on this manhunt with Bravo?

Always help a fellow officer of the law.

That's not your reason.

Maybe I just like to ride
up in the hills away from people.

I'll be waiting at your office, Bravo.

- (BRAVO) Eight of spades.
- (ANNIE) Nine of spades. Ten of spades.

(BRAVO) Oh, shucks!

- Where are you going, Rita?
- If I told you, you wouldn't believe me.

To preserve law and order to the best
of your ability as Deputy Sheriff.

Dan!

- You're wanted inside.
- Me?

Mm-hm.

- Rita...
- Dan.

I want to say goodbye.

- Well...
- Don't say anything.

Sure.

You big idiot! Oh!

- Open this door!
- Take care of yourself, Rita.

I'll pick up that holding business
when I get back.

Dan, you will let me out of here!

Oh!

Ouch.

Good idea, but it didn't work.
Let her out in ten minutes.

- Ready, Dan?
- Coming, Bravo.

(BIRDS SINGING)

- Sun's up.
- Oh.

Ugh!

Could use a little help around here.

You got three deputies.
What more do you want?

Had three deputies.
Pulled out on us last night.

You mean them polecats hightailed it?

About 3am. They didn't make too much
noise. I went right back to sleep.

If you seen 'em go,
why didn't you stop 'em?

Wouldn't have been much use to us.
Their hearts weren't in it.

Maybe you and me better get
out of here, too.

Ain't much two of us can do.

Only takes one man to catch Jet.

Last night, before I went to sleep,
I did a lot of thinking.

About what?

Jet Younger, this fire, how far it could
be seen from up there in the hills.

What are you trying to say, Dan?

If the idea of this expedition was
to warn Jet we were comin',

so he could stay out of our way,
this is the place to build a fire.

Shucks!
You're just jumpin' to conclusions.

Maybe so. The first one is that Jet
is probably where he can see this fire.

Makes me remember there's an old line
shack up there. Be a comfortable hideout.

- Look here, Dan...
- Better mix up some biscuits.

Are you...

- Well, I figure we better be on our way.
- Which way?

We'll turn back towards town,
look up them deputies first thing.

What about the line shack?

Now, Dan, I'm in charge of this party
and I say we go the other way.

I think I'll take a ride
towards the line shack.

You sure are a stubborn critter.

I didn't hurt you, did I, Dan?

I did it for your own good, son.

I couldn't stand
to see you get yourself shot up.

Oh, what do we care about them
homesteaders or Jet Younger or anybody?

Are you all right, Dan?

I'd rather have taken
the conk on my own head, son.

There's no sense
in a man being so stubborn.

I'll be back tonight to let you loose.

The rest'll do you good.

Don't you go and make me look for you.
You stay right here.

Bravo!

Poor fella. I hope
the ants don't crawl all over him.

Why, that sneakin', no good...

I better get outta here!

Oh... oh...

Catched him, didn't you?

Hot today, ain't it?

Might rain before the end of the week,
though.

- Go away!
- Got any drinking water?

Yeah. Plenty of it in the well.
You and your friend come on up.

- He ain't no friend of mine.
- Sure we're friends. Do this every day.

Come on, friend.

Supposing I play a jack? What happens?

That all depends.
One of the first rules of the game...

Might be more profitable for you
to wait for me here, Bravo.

Oh, I'll just play a little bit. Maybe
show him something about the game.

- Give me your word you'll stay here.
- Did a horse ever run away from oats?

Well, uh...

Let's see.

Um...

Let's deal again.

[Skipped item nr. 543]

Need a little grease in that skillet.

I wouldn't do that, Jet.

What do you want?

- A little of your time. About 20 years.
- Charlie Fair said that...

Bravo would camp where you could see his
fire, then go in the opposite direction.

That right?

I don't know what you're talking about.
Where is Bravo?

Busy. Come on, Jet.
Let's start for town.

I don't get this. You're not Sheriff.
You're Town Marshal.

- What do you want out of this deal?
- Security for my children.

- You ain't got any children.
- Some day I might. Ready, Jet?

Better take my coat. It's cold out.

All right, Jet.

- You'd better shoot. I'm not going.
- You're going.

Tied across the saddle,
kicking and scratching.

Have to bring you back alive, Jet.

Got to prove you're not tough to get.
That's important to me.

Queen of diamonds, king of diamonds.
And out.

Hey!

Finished that game yet?

That makes $ 14 and 70 cents you owe me.

Don't bother me with petty details.

- Brought you a present.
- Another friend of you fellas?

- What have I got to do with him?
- He's your prisoner.

- Can he play fan-tan?
- Shut up!

Now, Dan, foolin' is foolin',
but this has took on a serious turn.

Ever figure how many votes it'd get you

if people in town saw you ride in
with a murderer across your saddle?

Hey, Ed. Come here.

Look.

Whoa!

Bravo Trimble, did you catch him?

- You see him, don't you?
- Three cheers for Sheriff Trimble!

Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!

Thanks, folks. I was just doin' my duty.

- Get me inside, you big four-flusher!
- He put up quite a fight, Jet did.

- Dan, I'm so terribly glad you're back.
- So am I.

Hooray! Hooray!

# When I was a child
I burned my finger

# And it taught me not to play with fire

# Don't know why
this lesson didn't linger

# Here this foolish heart of mine

# Has burned its finger many times

# But still
it doesn't lessen my desire

# Every time I give my heart

# I know that it's the last

# But when that love has passed

# I sigh

# Well, maybe next time

# Every time I give my heart

# I'm back where I began

# Just another also-ran

# But maybe next time

# Next time

# I've waited long for this romance

# And when we met my heart was lost

# With you I think I stand a chance

# But just the same

# I've got my fingers crossed

# Every time I give my heart

# For instance, like with you

# I swear

# That for we two

# There'll be no next time. #

(CHEERING)

- Odds any better now?
- No change.

(MUSI CAL ENCORE)

I promised to pick up where we left off.

I think what I like least about you is
that you're so sure of yourself.

When a man rides down the middle of
Texas Street, confidence is all he's got.

Confidence(!) You're an easy target for
any drunk who wants to take a pot shot.

All that'll change.

Rita,
I think you've made a bad investment.

Let's wait and see. And now if you've
found out everything you want to know,

- will you get out while I change?
- I haven't found out anything.

You've got a screen. Change.
I feel like talking.

Come to think of it,
it's the screen around you I don't like.

Hand me the dress on that chair.

And the porcupine quills you shoot out
to keep people away from you.

Why, no man who's walked or ridden
into this town has ever gotten near you.

- What you need is a ride in the hills.
- I don't mix my drinks.

You're scared.

Get out!

Trying to be tough because you're scared
and scared because you're warm and soft.

I'll lock my door after this.

(MUSIC INTRO PLAYS)

Better use up some of that
before it spoils.

I knew you'd do that. I let you stay to
find out if you were like every other man.

Then you found out something, too.

# People seem to think
I'm playing hard to get

# I must confess
that what they say is true

# And I'm going to keep on
playing hard to get

# With everyone, that is,
except with you-u-u-u

# All you've gotta do
is snap your fingers

# And I'll be there

# All you've gotta do
is clap your hands

# And I'll come running anywhere

# All you've gotta do
is give a whistle

# I'll be at your feet

# And if you should wonder
do I love you?

# There's a very simple little test

# All you've gotta do
is snap your fingers

# And I'll do the rest. #

As President of the Ladies Aid,

it gives me great pleasure to introduce
our guest of honour -

Sheriff Bravo Trimble.

When I accepted this invitation to speak,

it wasn't with no idea of politics
or nothing.

I just wanted to have a heart-to-heart
talk about what might happen

if we didn't have the proper
administration of law and order here.

Tell us how you captured Jet Younger.

Oh, t'weren't much to capturing Jet.

You stick a gun in a fella's ribs and
he knows you don't stand for no foolin',

- he just naturally comes along.
- You mustn't be so modest, Sheriff.

Tell us how you really tracked him down.
Did Dan Mitchell help?

- Well, some.
- Did you get hurt in the fight?

No, can't say that I did.
Oh, skinned a place or two.

Nothing compared to
the way Jet got worked over.

Be a long time
before he does any more outlawing.

Figure he'll stay for weeks in jail
licking his wounds.

Sheriff Trimble! Sheriff Trimble!
Jet Younger's escaped!

- Did you say Jet escaped?
- Shot his way out. Killed two men.

- Took to the hills again, has he?
- No, he's still in town!

- Has anyone notified Dan Mitchell?
- Dan?! You're the County Sheriff!

That's just it - out of my jurisdiction.

He was headed for the stables
when Dan cut him off.

Off the streets. Come on, folks, hurry.

(GUNFIRE)

There he is!

(SINGLE GUNSHOT)

She kept talking about you a lot at first.

- About me?
- Just rambling.

Got the idea she's afraid of you.
Emotional upset, Doc said.

Sort of upset myself,
come to think of it, all this killing.

It ain't a part of the natural lives
of people like us.

Maybe you were right, Dan,
about resigning.

Had word from Charlie Fair today.
Ryker's on the trail again, be here soon.

I'll finish out my term, Ed.

Better think it over
while there's still a chance to pull out.

I saw a motto on a sundial once. It said,
''It's always later than you think."

Good night, Ed.

- Sherry...!
- I want to talk to Dan. Alone.

- But Sherry...
- Please!

Good night, Dan.

Dan...

There's something I want you to know.

Ten years ago when Father first
brought me here, the very first day,

I stood on Texas Street and I saw two
drunken trail hands fight it out with guns

until one was dead.

I was ten years old

and I saw a man's blood running in a
little stream into the gutter at my feet.

- That's been Abilene to me ever since.
- It won't be that way much longer.

It'll always be that way.
No one can ever change it. Don't you try.

- Do you know what you're saying?
- Yes, I know. I'm saying I'm afraid.

Afraid for myself and for you.

Do you know how you terrify me?

Every day I wonder if this is the day
I'll see you lying in the street...

Sherry.

Oh, Dan...

If you care anything about me at all,
take me away!

Sherry, I... I wouldn't be
any good to you running away.

Being afraid would take
half the fun out of life for me.

Fun?

Now I know what I saw in your eyes
when you killed Jet Younger.

You didn't kill him
because you're Marshal.

You wanted to see him
lying on the ground dead.

You keep this job because it's fun!
There's the killer in you, too!

- Sherry, stop!
- Jet wasn't the first or the last.

You want to run this town with a gun.
That's your life. And because it's fun!

I'm running this town with my gun, Sherry,

until I can turn it over
to gentler people.

I don't believe you! There's no gentleness
in you. Not even a hope for it.

Do just one thing for us
and for yourself - resign.

Please! Please, resign!

And go away!

That's right, Jim.
We've all got to stick together.

That's the purpose of this organisation.
To stick together. And to fight.

We want peace, Henry.

So did those people
who were killed by Jet Younger.

We've got over 400 family in this county
and there's more coming.

We're getting dangerous
to the trail herds.

Henry's right. The townspeople figure
if they're decent to us

the trail hands will take it out on them.

It'll be a fine country round here...
if we're strong.

(MURMURS)

Well, I guess we've had enough talk.
Our first job is cutting those fenceposts.

We'll start stringing wire
across the trail when they're in.

- Across the cattle trail?
- It crosses our land. We've got a right.

Come on! Let's get at it!

Thank you, Mrs Lind.

- I want some barbed wire, Mr Balder.
- Barbed wire? How much?

- 400 spools.
- What are you going to do?

You're in business, aren't you? There's
the money. It's all you get to ask for.

I'm not asking for anything. I can't sell
dynamite to a fool - or a half-grown boy.

There are old men asking for it.
Fine old men, and women and children.

Haven't got any, Mr Dreiser.
Leastways, none for sale.

But Mr Balder...

- Er, you got a minute, Miss Balder?
- What do you want, Mr Dreiser?

Your father refused to sell me barbed
wire. I need it to protect our land.

More fighting and killing?

Do I look like a man who likes killing?

Wire. Just to mark off the place
I want to work hard the rest of my life.

Is that a crime?

No.

Why is it so important to you?

Because I want what my father didn't have. Land.

Growing wheat, enough of it
to raise a fine family in peace.

Is that a poor thing to want?

No.

No, it's not a poor thing.

What are you hanging on to so hard?

What's a girl like you got here
that you can be proud of?

We're the only ones that can give you
a life worth living. You know that.

- If they let you.
- They will. We're strong enough now.

- For more bloodshed?
- Or be wiped out. What'll you do then?

- I know you. I've been watching you...
- Watching me?

Well, yes, I...
I have a little, now and then.

You're like us, Sherry. A lot like us.
You want the same things that we do.

You know, we got a lot in common.
We're what this country can be, Sherry.

And we can have it. All you have to do
is tell me where that wire's kept.

I'll be back with wagons to haul it.
Here's the money. Give us a chance.

You and me.

(WHISTLES AND SHOUTS)

Barbed wire ahead across the trail
as far as you can see.

No farmer can block my trail.
Drive right through it!

(YELLING)

- What's that?
- Cattle!

- Ryker?
- Hit the fences. Stampeded the cattle.

Take them inside, get Doc Sanders.
Lend a hand, boys. Come inside, Henry.

Hannaberry is dead.

Bob Rankin.

The Freeman family.

Wait a minute. Where were those fences?

- Across the trail.
- The cattle trail? You put fences...?!

- Yes!
- You can't do that. Where'd you get wire?

- Ryker will come for who sold the wire.
- That's not all he'll come for.

- Where are the rest of the homesteaders?
- I said to meet at the bend of the river.

Get them in town before dark,
while there still is a town.

- Which way are you shooting, Charlie?
- Me? I'm in the saloon business.

- I'm giving you an hour to close up.
- Now wait a minute...

There'll be no drunken trail hands
stampeding this town tonight.

Maybe you haven't heard.
The trail's closed for good.

- From what I hear, it's wide open again.
- Charlie, get out while you can.

Seems to me you need that chance
more than I do, Marshal.

Seven people killed
and $6,000 in property damaged.

- This is another Gettysburg.
- Who sold them that wire?

- Not me. I turned them down.
- Well, your wire shed is empty.

I sold that wire. Henry Dreiser said
he wanted it to prevent any trouble.

Didn't you know better than to trust
a homesteader?

And why shouldn't I trust a homesteader?
They're people like us. Better.

Do they come here with guns bristling?

They'll make life here worth living.

They didn't know crazy trail hands
would stampede cattle.

Well, they got what's coming to them.
But what about us?

- Why did those homesteaders move here?
- Mind if I say something?

Boys, I'd think it over carefully.
Whatever happens here will spread.

This is a fight for the state of Kansas,
which way the country's going.

- Better be sure you pick your friends.
- What's a few homesteaders worth?

- Not much, but 1, 000 are worth a lot.
- There's not that many.

Henry Dreiser has 100 men in his
association and he's only 25% organised.

How many people is that, Ed,
figuring three to a family?

- It's... over a thousand!
- But suppose Ryker drives them away?

- I think you can discount that rumour.
- You're not tangling with him again?!

There were people killed this afternoon.
Makes my position pretty clear.

Dan...

When I sold Henry that wire, I didn't
realise it'd come tumbling down on you.

Funny, you never know
who's going to fire the first shot.

400 families.

If each family spent, say, $500 a year
here in town, how much business is that?

- Almost... a quarter of a million dollars.
- How much do the trail hands spend?

Now if 400 only spend
$300 a year...

lf, if, if! I know what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna get word to Ryker
that Dan don't represent me. I am neutral.

- I don't want any part of this fight.
- Quiet!

Suppose in a year from now
there are 800 families here.

That's half a million dollars!
Half a million dollars. And no shootin'.

But suppose the homesteaders
are wiped out?

(MUSIC FROM SALOONS)

Turn out the lights, Ned. Street's closed.

(MUSIC STOPS)

(LIVELY DANCE MUSIC)

Will you turn them out, Pete,
or you want me to?

- Dan... I got word to the men.
- When will they be here?

- As fast as they can get together.
- Wait here.

(MUSIC STOPS)

Stay here, Jip.

My people are mad, Dan.
Everybody loved old man Hannaberry.

- Evening, Marshal.
- Evening, Jake.

They want to settle this once and for all,
make this the last fight.

I think it will be, Henry.

# I'm just brimming over with zest

# Because I love it out in the West

# I love it out here in the West

# Because the West is best for lovin'

# When the stars are shining
and the moon is gold

# You'll find me out with my Romeo
Back East I was always repressed

# That's why I love it out in... #

You sure would have looked nice
in a kitchen apron.

What do you mean, stopping the show?!
I own this place and give the orders.

- Tell them to turn out the lights.
- Grab him, boys.

Look out, Dan!

Lights out, Charlie.

Do you want me to do it for you?

- You'll set the place on fire!
- I wouldn't want to do that.

Wait!

Lights out.

I came to tell you to pack up.
Maybe breaking it up is a better idea.

- You're not closing me up!
- Listen, Rita,

it's going to be rough, not safe.

Don't you tell me what's safe, you big
blond baboon! Wait 'til Ryker gets here!

- The jig's up.
- It sure is, but not for me.

Who's going to stand with you?
The merchants? The homesteaders?

You'll look like a duck
in a shooting gallery.

The tame always win, Rita.

This will fall around your lovely ears,
dollar by dollar, dime by dime.

Get out of here before I kill you!
And I don't mean half kill you!

This is my property paid for with my
money. If you ever set foot in here again

I'll beat your brains out,
you brainless idiot!

- Suppose 1, 000 families spend $300...
- Here they come!

Hey, Cap, look.

- What's the idea, saloons being closed?
- New law. Went into effect tonight.

You think you can stop us?

You got a pretty strong outfit.

Boys, anybody want to get
the trail dust out of their throats?

(WHOOPING)

Won't take them long to get liquored up
and start on this side of the street.

Hey, Captain! Captain Ryker!
I'm sure glad to see you.

- Let him close you up, did you?
- Oh, now, Captain, look...

All right, boys. Take it. Let's go!

(WHOOPING AND FIRING)

Sherry!

- Are they coming?
- I hope so. They could be too late.

I understand you told them about selling
us the wire and that you believed in us.

I believe in you.

- Let a cattleman show you how, son.
- What do you mean...?!

Nice work.

- I didn't mean to hit him so hard.
- How do you feel?

Fine.

- Oh, Dan!
- Sherry, I'm proud of you.

I'm proud of you, Dan.

And Henry. And me, too.

It's getting pretty rough down there, Dan.

She's a wonderful girl, Henry. Get her out
of here before I take her away from you.

- Take her away? You mean...
- Exactly.

Come on, Henry. I'll explain it to you.

(FIRING CONTINUES)

What are you doing out there?

Somebody has to protect the Sheriff's
office! Where are you fixin' to go?

A fella's been losing some sheep.
He wants me to investigate it.

Hm! Sheep(!)

Maybe we're making a mistake, Henry.
Why help a town that don't want us?

Afraid?

No, ma'am. We're not afraid. We just
don't quite know what this is all about.

It's about drunken trail hands
that don't want you to settle your land,

it's about farms and homes and a fool
marshal who's got himself in a corner

because he knows better times are comin'.

- In this town?
- Not this town. It's the right to live.

- What's going on here?
- Here's Sheriff Trimble come to lead you!

- What's that?
- Must be at least 300 votes here.

- I gotta see a man about a sheep.
- You captured Jet Younger!

- Yeah, well, I had a hand in it.
- Well, we'll follow you, Sheriff!

Come on, boys!

(GUNFIRE AND WINDOWS SMASHING)

# Oh, mine eyes have seen the glory
of the coming of the Lord

# He is trampling out the vintage
where the grapes of wrath are stored... #

- You know, Doug, the world's changin'.
- Yeah, I know.

Glory, glory, hallelujah.

# Glory, glory, hallelujah

# Glory, glory, hallelujah
His truth... #

- Glad you're here, boys.
- What'll we do?

Fan out, take up positions around
the stores and buildings on that side.

- Hear that, fellas? Spread out!
- Over there, boys. On that side.

- What's Ryker's men up to now?
- Hitting the saloons and gambling houses.

- And you ain't doing nothin' about it?
- Not me. They're doing too good a job.

It's scary. Sure is.

(HOLLERING)

This is my place!
You don't want to rip up my place!

Aww, get off of me!

Look! Look, Marshal! Why don't you
do something? Why don't you stop it?

There's a $ 10, 000 riot going on in there!
What are you for?

You're the man that wanted an open town.
Well, here it is, Charlie. Wide open.

Circle Bar! Johnny Jones! Circle Bar!
Come on, boys!

- Had enough fun, Ryker?
- When I have, I'll find more.

If your boys try to cross the street,
they'll find our men waiting.

I'll take my boys anywhere I want to go.

You're not taking them anywhere, Ryker.
You're coming with me.

- I am?
- Yes.

You're under arrest. The charge is murder.

(THUMPING)

- My dresses...!
- Leave 'em.

All you'll need from now on
are kitchen aprons.

(WHOOPING CONTINUES)

Come on, men, let's burn the town!
Get the merchants' stores!

What am I doing here?!

Hold it!

We've had enough trouble. It's over now.

Where's Cap? Where's Ryker?

Ryker's dead. So is your part of Abilene.
All that's left of it is the trail back.

Boys, this is the way a tough street dies.

Not with a roar, but with a whine.

You don't want to die here with it.

The tame are taking over Abilene
and they're tougher than you think.

Better ride, boys.

Let them ride out of town.

I don't know whether you joined us or we
joined you, but it's good to be together.

Well, we sure done it.

All right, but remember one thing -
no beard.

- You know what I was thinking, Annie?
- There's time for one game of fan-tan.

Hey, you play fan-tan?

Dan, how about a little fan-tan?

Just one little game, Annie.