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[BELLS RINGING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

ROY:(SINGING) The boys around the bunkhouse sing a cowboy

melody, yoda lady, yoda lo-ta-lo lady, lo-ta-lo.

It's home sweet home to me.

Let the "ci-otes" keep a howling traveling on that lone prairie,

yoda lady, yoda lo-ta-lo lady, lo-ta-lo

it's home sweet home to me.

Keep a-singing, Mr. Bluebird, all you have to do.

It's a pleasure, Mr. Bluebird, to sing along with you.

Take me back to fields of clover,

where about the roof should be.

Yoda lady, yoda lo-ta-to, lady, lo-ta-loo.

It's home sweet home to me.

Haven't seen you, Mr. Neighbor, long as we've been gone.

That corral's a-waiting, neighbor, to hang my saddle on.

Going to serenade my lady--

--Hey, Roy,

ROY: (SINGING) a banjo on my knee--

-Stop that caterwaulilng!

ROY: (SINGING) Yoda lady, yoda lo-ta-to, lady, lo-ta-loo.

It's home sweet home to me.

-Every time you start singing, this nag's heels starts flying.

-That's what you been saying all the way from Arizona.

Why don't you call it quits?

-Quit nothing, I told ya I was going

to break this walleyed callious o drive,

and by cracky, I'll do 'er.

Ain't no dad blamed horse going to make a fool out of me.

I'll take the run out of ye.

Stretch your legs you ornery broomtail.

-He's all right, Trigger.

He'll find his way to town.

-You picked a mighty gloomy time to come back, Roy.

All you hear is talk of war and secession.

-Well, I thought Missouri voted to stay in the Union.

-Legally, we are loyal.

But morally, we've got a divided household.

If war does come it will probably take every resource

the South possesses.

Oh, by the way, don't worry about your horses.

I'll take them off your hands myself.

-Hm, thanks a lot, Mr. Morrison.

But that's a little out your line, isn't it?

-The way conditions are, good horses

are going to be at a premium.

-Well, we won't have any trouble making a deal.

[WHISTLE]

[WHISTLE]

-I guess I'm hearing things, Trigger.

I could have sworn I recognized that whistle.

[WHISTLE]

[WHISTLE]

-How dare you?

Can't a person walk down the street without being insulted?

-I'm sorry, ma'am.

-Well, should think you would be.

[WHISTLE]

-Why, Dave, you old hyena.

-The Arizona kid, himself.

What are you doing back in Missouri?

-It's a long story.

-Well come on let's have a talk and drink this thing over.

-You do the drinking.

I'll eat.

I'm hungry enough to chew field corn.

-Well, you came to the right place.

I'll introduce you to the best cook in Kelso.

[LAUGHING]

-Hey, Joe, look who's here.

JOE: Hello, Roy.

-Howdy, Joe.

-Fix me a drink while I get Roy something to eat.

-Come back with me and I'll take you in as a partner.

-No thanks.

If I ever have anything to do with horses,

I won't raise 'em I'll race 'em.

-Then, uh, what are you going to do?

-Plenty, soon as I get the sort of proposition I want.

-Dave, old son, you're drifting.

-Who says, I am?

I'm considering a proposition right now.

Looks good, too, if we have war.

-You'll never make any money soldiering.

-Eh, any time I fight it won't be for four bits a day.

I gonna ride with a real leader.

A man who knows how to make war pay.

-Who is he?

-Well, if you must know, he's the best friend

the South has ever had in the state of Missouri.

-Not if he means easy money.

-Maybe that's the kind I like.

-It's the kind that will get ya in trouble.

-It's McBride.

-McBride's coming in!

-Come on, Roy.

It's Val McBride.

-Sorry to bust up your game, Roy,

but their liable to wreck the place.

-Well, where you been this time, McBride?

-Give you one guess.

-I bet you've been over playing tag with those Kansans.

-You're right the first time.

Where's Bess Warren?

-Right here, Val.

-Present for you.

-Val McBride, you angel.

-Here, here.

You'll have all these folks thinking

that I'm in love with you instead of your cooking.

[LAUGHING]

-Hello, Dave.

-Hello, Captain McBride.

-Been waiting long?

-No, no.

Not at all.

-Things are working out fine.

Lots better than we expected.

-Step up, everybody.

The drinks are on the house.

-A true southern hostess.

[LAUGHING]

-You know, one of these days I'm going

to buy you the finest place in Missouri.

-You look worried about something.

-I am, Dave, you're in bad company.

-McBride?

You got him all wrong.

If you mean those raids over in Kansas?

-That's exactly what I mean.

He's the worse cutthroat that ever

put a torch to a farmhouse.

-Well, they had it coming.

Why there isn't a man in Kansas who

wouldn't shoot McBride on sight.

-And I'll tell why.

He went in there pretending he was their friend.

Jord Bannon, he called himself.

Then he turned on them and sold 'em out.

-What was that name I heard?

-Bannon, Jord Bannon.

-I never heard of Jord Bannon.

Neither did you.

-That's funny, your the spitting image of him,

even with that scar.

[GUNSHOT]

-Scratch, that ceiling.

HENCHMAN: Hey McBride!

Hey, McBride!

McBride, Union troops coming.

We'd better hit the road.

-And you better hit it fast.

-You're all wrong about McBride.

Why, there isn't a man in his command

who wouldn't die for him if he had to.

Why, they all swear by him.

-He's got you fooled.

I can see that.

Send that to Ed Mason over in Banes, Kansas.

He'll be glad to get it, if he's still alive.

GABBY: What's the idea?

I ain't done nothing.

Turn me lose, you blue-nosed Yanks.

What do you want with me?

-You're a friend of McBride's, aren't you?

-Me, a friend of that skunk's?

Ah, you don't know what you're talking about.

-Anything wrong, Lieutenant?

-We have it on reliable authority

that McBride was seen heading this way.

-Oh, I hope not.

-If anyone here has seen or heard of Val McBride, speak up.

-What?

Now wait a minute, I can tell you about-- oop,

-What's that?

-Uh, oh, what I was going to say is,

you're just wasting your time trying

to get anything out of us.

-Well, for your information, McBride

has been outlawed by the federal government.

Anyone found harboring or protecting him

will be found equally guilty of treason.

-Boy, you sure gave me a scare.

-Yeah, and you sure gave me a blister.

-How long have you known McBride?

-You know, I can't figure you, Roy.

First you're ready to fight McBride.

Then when you have a chance to square accounts,

you don't even open your mouth.

-I know how he operates.

Five lone soldiers wouldn't have a dog's chance

against that mob of bushwhackers.

-He just left town, sir.

He rode south about 10 minutes ago.

-Roy!

Roy, them fool soldiers have gone chasing McBride after all.

-Well, they'll be ambushed.

We've got stop 'em.

-Hey, Chief, look what we're running from.

-Five little tin soldiers.

-Boys, we ought to be ashamed of ourselves.

-Better than shooting rabbits.

-I reckon they had just a little too

much spunk for their own good.

-They didn't even have a fighting chance.

-I don't like it no better than you do,

but I've got to make out a report.

-Jones, you rode out there.

What's your opinion?

-Oh, I'd say it was Indians, Sheriff.

-All right, that's what I'll put down.

-Doggone their lying souls.

-What's the use?

Even if we had proof, that sheriff wouldn't do anything.

He's afraid to go after McBride.

-That isn't Roy Rogers.

It couldn't be.

-That's who it is.

The same fellow you slapped this morning.

-Dave, you're joking.

-No I'm not.

It's the same Roy Rogers who used to fight with me to see

who would carry your books home from school.

-I can't believe it.

-I'll go over and get him.

-Oh, no, Dave.

Not now., please.

I'd rather wait till tomorrow night and surprise him.

Do you have those invitations?

-Right here.

-Well, make him promise to come, but don't

say anything about me.

-I won't, beautiful.

-All right, Henry.

-Roy, you remember Doc Radford who

lived on the other side of town?

-Sure I do.

-Well, I hope to ye.

Didn't I ride and get Doc Radford the day Roy was born?

Heh, you're darn tooting, I did.

Rode 20 miles through a howling blizzard.

-Well, he heard you were in town and asked me to give you these.

-Hey, what does that R. S. V. P. Mean?

Is that some kind of a new secret organization?

-When are you gonna get smart and marry me?

-When are you going to get a job and settle down?

-They're here.

-Gentlemen, I'll make you a wager.

The best horse in Missouri against a bloodhound.

Within 30 days, Jeff Davis will have a solid South

from the Mason-Dixon line to the gulf.

-Ha, ha, You'll have to find a Republican

to take that wager, Doctor.

-Or a Kansan.

[LAUGHING]

-Howdy, Dr. Radford.

-Well, sir.

It's high time you were looking up your old friend.

-Sure glad to see you again.

You remember Mr. Whittaker, don't you?

-Hm!

Do I. How are you old timer?

-Fit's a fiddle, Jason.

-There's Laura over there now, Roy.

She wants to see you.

-My granddaughter.

The last time you saw her, she was wearing pigtails.

-I remember a scrawny kid with freckles and a pug nose.

Right, Dave?

-If that's all you remember, you've got a surprise coming.

[LAUGHING]

-Now where did she go?

I'll find her.

[SINGING "SWING LOW, SWEET CHARIOT']

[SIGH]

-My durn feet, they're killing me.

-Listen.

[SINGING "SWING LOW, SWEET CHARIOT']

Let's go over.

-Not on your life.

I'm staying right here.

Blasted boots.

[SINGING "SWING LOW, SWEET CHARIOT']

-(SINGING) I looked over Jordan, and what did I

see coming for to carry me home?

A band of angels coming after me,

coming for to carry me home.

-Who's that singing like an angel?

-It's Master Roy, his self.

(SINGING) --chariot, coming for to carry me home.

Swing low, sweet chariot, coming for to carry me home.

If you get there before I do, coming for to carry me home,

tell all my friends I'm a-coming too,

coming for to carry me home.

[CLAPPING]

-You should take a bow.

-I-- I didn't expect to see you here.

-You're sorry?

-Yes, ma'am.

I-- I mean, no ma'am.

I'm glad your here so I can explain

about yesterday morning.

-Well, I'm the one who should apologize, Mr. Rogers.

-Uh, how did you know my name?

-Well, why shouldn't I?

I'm the scrawny little kid who tagged at your heels

when I was in pigtails.

-You don't mean Laura?

-Well, I got rid of the freckles,

but there wasn't much I could do about the pug nose.

-Up to your old tricks again, I see.

Still trying to steal my girl away from me.

-Oh come on you two, I don't want

to see any black eyes or bruised knuckles.

-Mammy Lou, if you was my cook, I'd

eat chicken three meals a day.

-Mr. Gabby, you is the flatteringest man.

[LAUGHING]

-Well, I'll be a knock-kneed bobcat.

-You'll be a which?

-Oh, forget it.

-Pardon me, gentlemen.

May I have this dance?

-Why, of course.

-Pardon, ma'am.

Is there anybody you want to see?

-Yes, there is.

-Ladies and gentlemen, your attention please!

Word has just been received that Fort

Sumter has been fired upon.

The war is on.

-Pardon.

-Three cheers for the Confederacy.

-Hurray!

Hurray!

Hurray!

-Your attention.

A word to the gentleman here tonight.

The South has sounded the call to arms.

Missouri has turned her back on the Confederacy,

but that won't keep the southern sons of this state

for fighting for Jeff Davis.

-Hurray!

-What did I tell you?

-I don't know how you feel, but speaking for myself,

I can say that I'm ready to fight for the Confederacy

with every man in my command.

[CROWD MURMURING]

-Dave, we leave town in 30 minutes.

-Dave, you're not riding with McBride?

-Why not?

-Well, I don't blame you for wanting to go to war.

I'm going to fight for the South myself.

But if you really want to serve the Confederacy,

join the regular army, wear the uniform.

Don't fight for a black leg like McBride.

-He's talking mighty good sense, son.

-Don't tell me what to do.

-Can't you see what he's after?

All he wants is a chance to loot, murder, and burn.

-You've had your say, now I'll have mine.

I need money.

I need it bad and I need it fast.

McBride's offered me the chance I want and I'm taking it.

[SHOOTING]

-You don't need to draw on us, mister.

We're here to help you.

-I've had enough help for one day.

Clear out of here!

-Now wait a minute.

We ain't Bluecoats, we're scouts attached

to the Confederate army.

-The last bunch was Confederates, too.

Anyhow, they were wearing the uniform.

-I know, but rebel soldiers raiding

rebel folks don't make sense.

-It does to me.

There's only one lowdown traitor who could do it.

-McBride!

-Who else?

We're on our way to the Army of the West, sir.

I'll see that General Stark hears about this outrage.

-Chief of Scouts for Generals Longstreet,

Beauregard, and Stonewall Jackson.

I don't mind saying Captain Rogers, I'm glad to get you.

-Thank you, sir.

-The hardest job you and your scouts

will have is keeping our lines of communication open.

We're gradually being forced out of Missouri.

Any hour now, I expect the order to retreat.

-General, I'd like to ask if Captain

McBride is attached to this command?

-Yes, I am sorry to say.

What do you know about him?

-Only this.

I've ridden through every county between here

and the Tennessee line.

Wherever I went, I found wreck and ruin

because of McBride and his raiders.

-I've already sent for him.

I'm putting a stop to his outrageous attacks

on civilians.

We have all we can do to fight the war.

-You better wait for me at camp, Dave.

And see that the men look to their horses before they eat.

-Right.

-Captain McBride reporting, sir.

-At ease, Captain.

The War Department has instructed

me to answer your petition for promotion

under the Rangers Partisan Act.

-What do I get for my services to this Act, sir?

Colonelcy?

-A reprimand.

-Did I understand the General?

-Evidence, both civilian and military,

has reached this Board of Inquiry regarding your tactics.

Your promotion is refused on the grounds

that you failed as a gentleman and a Southern officer

to observe even the commonest decencies of war.

In short, Captain McBride, the Confederacy cannot and will not

tolerate looting and the killing of civilians.

-Lies, dirty rotten lies.

I'll have satisfaction if I have to go to Richmond myself.

-My advice to you is to thank this board for giving you

a last chance to erase the blot you've

placed on the Confederacy.

A stigma so black that your name has become

linked with every conceivable form of brutality.

-Let me tell you something.

Fighting on paper in the halls of West Point is one thing.

Fighting it out on the frontier's another thing.

The tough fight calls for tough fighters.

If you had listened to me, the army

wouldn't be getting ready to retreat

out of Missouri right now.

[TABLE SLAP]

-Captain McBride!

You'll conform to orders or face court-martial.

That's final.

I expect you to wait for further instructions.

Dismissed.

-I volunteered to fight for the South.

I gave her better men, better equipment,

the best fighting unit in the entire South.

Haven't we done our share of the fighting?

But what do we get?

Reprimand, from a bunch of stiff shirts.

A bunch of long-hairs who think they

can tell Val McBride how to fight.

They say we've disgraced their colors.

I say, let's fight under our own flag.

-They can't tell us what to do.

-We're with you.

-We'll show 'em.

-The devil take the South.

From now on out, we're fighting for ourselves.

-Roy!

-Laura, I'm surprised to see you here.

-Where else would I be?

-Dr. Radford.

-I'm glad to see you, Roy.

-You've got to leave.

The Union troops are closing in.

-I'm getting a little too old to run.

-Have you seen Dave?

-Once.

It was months ago when we took Lexington.

I whistled at him when he rode past.

-Why, it's Mr. Morrison.

-Troops have moved out without taking a consignment of gold

at the bank.

-Yes, and it's sure to be confiscated by the Federals.

-Well, we'll get it.

--You're durn tooting we will.

And we'll blow that bank to kingdom come.

-They headed south, Roy and five other men.

-That's fine, Bess.

Looks like you're going to get your new place after all.

-Well, you have to kill them before you get that gold.

-Any objections?

-I guess not.

-All right, men, we ride.

[GUNSHOTS]

-What's up?

-I'm going back.

-You can't.

If McBride finds out, he'll kill you.

-I'll take my chances on that.

-Get on your feet, Bushwhacker.

-Dave!

-Yeah, it's me.

-Put that gun down, I came back to help Roy.

-You've come back to rob him.

-It will be worth my life if McBride knew I was here.

And don't forget, I didn't have to come back.

Now put that gun down and give me a hand.

Roy is still alive.

-I can take care of that boy without no help from you.

-With what?

Just look at you.

Steady!

-All right, you win.

Where do we take him?

-There's a squatters cabin about five miles down the road.

You'll find your horse over there in the brush.

-How do you do, ma'am?

-Huh!

Well, you give me a start when you first come up.

I thought you was Yankees.

Why, the poor man's hurt.

-He's badly wounded.

I'll pay you well if you take him in and send for a doctor.

-Ain't no doctors near by, but he's welcome to anything here.

-Well, thanks.

We'll bring him in.

-I'll get the bed ready.

-No idea how glad I am to get these vittles, mister.

With the army a-begging my corn and my hogs.

The guerrillas a-raiding the smokehouse.

There ain't nothing left to keep body and soul together.

-His breathing's better and his fever is down.

-Oh, he's pulled through worse scrapes than this.

-Well, if he does, you won't be here to see it.

-Maybe you're right.

I wouldn't want him to know.

-I mean about me being with the men--

-Oh, don't worry.

I'd cut my heart out before I'd break

his over a measly skunk like you.

-You never did have much use for me.

-Why should I?

I always knowed you was trifling and weak

right down to the core.

But I stood for you, because Roy wouldn't have it any other way.

Trying to help him now don't change matters with me none.

But if you ever come near him again,

I'll drill you right 'twixt the eyes, so help me.

Now get out here and ride, before he

comes to and finds you.

-Hey, Captain!

This man says Rogers is still alive.

-What do you mean?

-That's what I heard.

He's alive and gunning for you.

HENCHMAN: Ah, ah.

-Aw, no.

Eh!

-Roy, there's one thing I never could understand.

Why you would have anything to do

with a no good feller like Dave?

-Dave's all right, Gabby.

He just got off to a bad start, that's all.

-Well, maybe so.

He did show he wasn't all bad when you was shot

and he come back to help ye.

-Why didn't you tell me this before?

-Good reason why, you being so young

and lacking the experience I had, I figured maybe you'd

give up the chase for McBride.

-We'll find him.

-Ha, ha.

Your durn tooting we will.

There's one thing about following a skunk,

it ain't hard to keep on his trail.

Heh!

-Seems kind of deserted like.

-Look at this.

-Well, for once the Union Army has done us a favor.

-This order's going to help plenty.

McBride and his men are going to be smoked out in the open.

-We got riding to do.

-You bet we have.

And we're going to travel straight to headquarters.

-That border country has always been

one of McBride's strongholds.

He could holdup there for weeks and have

plenty of backwoods friends to feed him and give

him warning in case of trouble.

-We'll get him now.

All we need is a handful of men to hammer his trail, keep him

and his guerrillas on the move.

-How do you propose to get through the Union lines?

-Soldiers will never get McBride,

he could see those uniforms a mile off.

I'll need about eight volunteers.

Men who know the Missouri trails and who

have personal reasons for wanting to get McBride.

-Very well.

I'll give you authority to muster

the necessary volunteers.

The South has had enough of this lawless guerrilla.

Uh, but tell me one thing, Captain.

Where are you going to look for him?

-I can't say, sir.

But I have hunch I know about where to start.

-Good luck.

-Thank you, sir.

-McBride, never heard of him.

-Oh, that's too bad.

Trying to join up with him again.

Got separated during the last raid.

-Wait, I guess I can tell you.

He was here yesterday.

Him and a young feller named Dave.

[WHISTLE]

[WHISTLE]

-Stop whistling for that horse.

Somebody might hear you.

-He's coming now.

-Henry, is the doctor here?

-Yes, sir, Mr. Dave.

-Get our horses out of sight.

-Yes, sir.

-I'm telling myself I'll see that murdering guerrilla

in his grave before I'll lift a hand to help him.

Where is this thieving cutthroat?

-Right here, Dr. Radford.

-Did I understand you to say you refuse to fix this wound?

-That's what I said.

-You either take the bullet out of this arm

or the next one out of here.

-Grand, please.

-We'll pull up at Dr. Radford's and rest the horses.

-These horses ain't tired and you know it.

What do you want to stop for?

-Just to have a look around.

-Take it easy you old hypocrite.

-I like to see you squirm.

Maybe you'll remember this the next time

you put a bullet through somebody.

Too bad the party that did this wasn't a better shot.

[HORSES APPROACHING]

-It's Roy.

-Sorry to trouble you, but we're not finished yet.

But remember, the doctor's with me.

-Mammy Lou, you answer the door.

-Wait here.

-Ah, you ain't fooling me none.

You've come here to that female Radford woman.

[LAURA SINGING]

-Well, howdy, Mammy Lou.

You're looking well.

-Maybe I am, but I'm feeling kind of pale.

-Is that Laura?

-Uh-huh, yes, Mr. Roy.

But Mr. Roy--

LAURA: (SINGING) If you only knew, I'm pining.

Pining just to be--

Well, look who's here.

-Well, howdy, Laura.

Don't let me stop you.

That was beautiful.

-It's the first time I've played in months.

I'm afraid it's a little out of tune.

-Sounded all right to me.

How's the doctor?

Is he around?

-Why, yes.

He's here somewhere.

-I'd like to see the old fire-eater.

Where is he?

-Well, didn't you come to see me?

-Well, yes, of course.

I just wanted to have a little talk with him.

-Remember this one?

-Sure I do.

Mammy Lou used to sing it to us when we were so high.

(SINGING) Lazy old moon, keep shining, shining down for me.

Lazy old moon, I'm pining, pining just

to be on that old plantation, where I used to roam.

Light my weary way back home.

-Well, no wonder my foot hurt.

How do suppose that horseshoe nail got in my boot?

-(SINGING) -- shining down for me.

On that old plantation where I used to roam,

light my weary way back home.

Lazy old moon, keep shining, shining down for me.

-Where did this blood come from?

-I-- I don't know.

-Looking for me?

-I was.

-Laura, I'm surprised at you.

The minute I turn my back, I find my rival cutting in again.

-Dave, you're not fooling anyone.

I know McBride's here.

-If you think so, why don't you call your men in?

-You know why.

They'd kill you right along with him.

-Well, that's what you came for, isn't it?

-You helped save my life the last time.

I'm paying off that debt.

I'm giving you one last chance to get away from McBride

and stay away.

-You don't owe me anything.

-Dave, you're all wrong.

You've got to listen to him.

-Your all wasting your time preaching sermons to me.

Sure I'm wrong.

I've been wrong ever since I started.

I knew what I was doing when I joined McBride.

I like his way of fighting a war.

I like the tight corners we've been in and fought our way out

of. , Yeah, I like the whole exciting mess.

-If you're all through, get this straight.

I left the army for one reason, to get McBride.

And I'm going to get him.

Only the next time, you had better not be with him,

because if you are, I'll have to get you, too.

-Dave, I'm ashamed of you.

-Let's get started.

-It's McBride.

I've been waiting for you.

We run into a Confederate dispatch rider.

He was carrying this.

Just wasn't his lucky day.

-That's more like it.

If we can get a hold of that ammunition,

we can hold our men together.

-That ought to be easy.

There won't be no detachment of troops to meet 'em.

-Go get on your horse and tell the boys

we'll reassemble at Stoneridge.

-Why, it's one of McBride's men.

Says something here about a shipment of ammunition.

-They may try to head it off.

We've got to warn 'em.

One of you men take care of him.

Get up!

-The ammunition train is coming up the valley now.

-How many men?

-Three wagons.

The driver and guard on each one and two out riders.

-Eight men.

We won't have any trouble handling them.

All right men.

-Captain Rogers, on detached duty.

You're in danger of an attack by McBride's guerrillas.

-Show him your orders from General Stark, Roy.

We gotta work fast.

[GUNSHOTS]

-Hiya!

[SHOOTING]

-Too many of 'em!

-Nice work, Captain Rogers.

-Take care of the wounded.

We're going after McBride.

-No use running the horses.

They can't catch us in those wagons.

What's the matter with you?

-Nothing, it's only a scratch.

Well, we've got to have that ammunition.

We'll follow them and we'll wait till dark.

Keep on that trail and stay out sight.

[GUNSHOT]

ROY: Get 'em up!

Drop those guns.

-McBride!

McBride, take me with you.

-Drop that gun.

Start walking.

-Get on down off of there.

-Did you see anything of McBride?

-He must have stopped back with Sheldon.

-Probably he snuck off when he heared our shots.

-The rest of them's there.

How about carrying out our orders.

-It's gotta be done sometime.

Might just as well get it over with.

-By order of the Confederate States,

and the authority vested in us you

have been tried and found guilty of desertion and treason.

You've committed murder and robbery

under the leadership of the guerrilla McBride.

You are therefore sentenced, under military law,

to pay for your crimes with your lives.

If any of you wish to leave letters

for your relatives or friends, speak up.

-I know how you feel, Roy.

You go ahead.

I'll take care of this.

I'll meet you in Kelso.

-Well, look what the storm blew in.

I thought you were a ghost.

-Not yet.

-Come on over by the fire and dry yourself.

-Boy, that's more like it.

Howdy, Bess.

-It's pretty late, I was just getting ready to close.

[THUNDER]

-Nice looking place you have here.

-It isn't bad, is it?

I had to leave Kelso.

It was right in the line of fire.

[THUNDERCLAP]

-Just like that thunder, only worse.

Do you have much further to travel?

-No, this is where I was headed.

I expect to meet somebody here.

-If you mean McBride, you don't think

he'd be fool enough to come here, do you?

-He might.

I was just thinking, McBride has been declared an outlaw.

And there's a penalty against any one caught hiding him.

-Is there?

[THUNDERCLAP]

-And I always thought you were clever.

A lot more clever than you let on.

But shielding McBride isn't going to get you anywhere.

-Mm-hm.

Well, drink this hot brandy, it'll do you good.

-Oh, Val!

Val!

Oh, Val, Val!

Why didn't you run away?

You still had time.

You could have made it!

-I couldn't run.

I couldn't run.

There's no other place I could go.

Bess, we've only got just a minute.

Take this.

It'll help you to go elsewhere.

You get a new start.

Rogers, don't make Bess pay for what I've done.

You can do this for me.

Get me out of here or they'll hold her.

-They won't.

You have my word.

We got McBride, sir.

-Where was he hiding?

-Over in the woods.

He was miles from anywhere.

-Captain Rogers, you're to be commended for your service

to the Confederacy.

The death of McBride means the end of guerrilla warfare.

-Thank you, sir.

-God willing, the war won't last much longer

and we'll soon be returning to our homes.

[GUNSHOTS]

-I see you're smiling again.

You must have patched up the argument.

-Of course we did.

-Doggone them ornery boots.

-You've got a big hole in it.

Why don't you get it fixed?

-Ha!

I never thought anything about that.

[LAUGHING]

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