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Father, the Americans have

attacked one of our friends again.

This time they have driven Don Alfredo from his home.

We shall hear of it later, my son.

First, we have thanks to give.

We should get up in arms against these Americans.

Drive them out.

But the new government has promised to protect us.

Shh!

Miguel, my son, now that

your chattering brother and sister have stilled,

you may give thanks.

But, father.

Juan.

Our holy father, we thank thee for thy blessings.

We thank thee for the food we are about to partake,

and we beg thee, o father, in thy omnipotence,

watch over this household,

give strength and courage to the mother who tends it

in thy name.

And to the father who has built and fostered it,

and to the children who will carry it on.

For all these blessings, we thank thee.

In the name of father

and of the son

and of the holy ghost

amen.

You squatters are getting out of here.

By what right do you come into my house?

By whose authority do you eject us?

We've come on our own authority.

This land belongs to the Americans.

You Mexicans got no right here.

This is our home.

It belongs to us by every right.

We have a Grant in all this land.

Blackie, get that young one.

Stop!

Stop!

You don't understand, gentlemen.

This is my family.

They too are citizens of the United States, just like you.

Aw, they're squatters. All you Mexicans are.

Get out of here. Go back where you belong.

Get out of here.

But this is our home.

We were promised protection by the government,

the right to continue as we were.

Bah! You're foreigners!

We don't want any foreigners here.

Go back where you belong.

You murderers! I'll kill you for this.

I'll kill everyone of you!

Oh, we've wasted enough time. Throw them out.

Father!

Take it easy there, Mexican.

Gringo!

Well, there's another one out of the way

for you, Mr. Halstead.

Well, Graham, these Cantovas certainly live in clover.

Sorry we had to mess things up around here though.

We're going to drive these foreigners out of here.

Oh, Capt. Pearson.

Yes, sir. At ease.

Thank you.

Captain, you've heard

that California may be admitted in to the union

as a state?

I've heard some congressional rumblings, sir.

Wel, we're getting troublesome reports from out there.

The constitution of the United States

guarantees protection to all people within its borders.

But there are unscrupulous men at work

creating a reign of terror

against the Mexican landowners.

There is always disorder where there is gold

and fertile land involved. And that country has both.

Capt. Pearson, you're going out there to make a complete investigation.

Yes, sir. We could move in with a troop, sir.

And whom would we shoot?

No. First we must learn who's behind it.

You'll be on your own

the moment you set foot in California.

May I work in any way I see fit, sir?

Yes. And only in case of extreme emergency

will you disclose your real identity or mission.

Remember, they'll stop at nothing.

I understand, sir.

We want the true, unbiased facts.

When do I start?

Immediately.

The way you handle this situation, your final report,

will temper whatever action the government must take.

Here.

We've had numerous reports from Everett McDaniels,

the government land agent at San Dimas.

He seems unable to cope

with the havoc being wrought by the land-grabbing.

You will proceed to that section.

I would advise studying your map tonight

to familiarize yourself with this vicinity.

I'd like to get a room.

All right.

Sign there.

How much are they?

$30.

$30 is pretty steep for a week, isn't it?

$30 a day.

Those ought to be big enough to hold my horse.

Oh, 2 in a room. That'll be $10 extra.

Boy.

Boy! Come here.

Room 502. Oh, that's on the 2nd floor.

Yeah where you from? What're you goin' to do?

Uh, what'd you come here for?

Are you in a hurry to get up to your room?

Take it easy, boy. Will you take it easy?

Oh, fine. Hank, over here a minute.

Uh, what you ganna have?

I don't want anything.

Well, why don't you have a drink?

I don't want a drink.

Well, it's all good stuff. It's imported.

Why don't you have one?

Hah! Don't mind if I do.

Uh, Hank, a triple rye with a couple o' Tequila chasers.

I know. I know.

I, uh, suppose you've come out here from the east

expectin' to find, uh, gold nuggets, uh,

layin' in the streets, eh?

Nope. I just want to stake a claim

and work it, is all.

Well, why don't you see Ted Graham?

He can help you out better than the claim office can.

Where'll you find this said Mr. Graham?

Well, he's... he's usually around here someplace.

Ah! But I don't see him now.

Hey, what're you doin'?

I'm just trying to find out what's holding you up.

I'll take you to your room.

Do you know anyone that want to buy a gun?

I'll give you a drink for it.

No, must have money.

Let me see it.

Hey, Graham, this Mexican wants to sell a gun.

Do you want to buy it?

Let me see it.

Hmm. Where'd you get this gun?

It was given to me.

Given to you? You stole it.

This is my gun. Ain't it, boys?

Sure it is.

It's your gun all right.

It is my gun. Juan Cantova, he give it to me.

You stole it.

I do not steal, señor. I am an honest man.

You're a liar and a thief.

We're getting fed up on you Mexicans.

We'll show you what we do with thieves.

I want my gun.

Oh, you want it, eh?

Well, I'll give it to you.

Get out of here.

Why you mangy tenderfoot. I'll...

I can handle this.

Sock 'em, Graham.

Go on, give him an uppercut. Give him one for me.

Hey, did you hear me?

I got all hoarse yellin' for you.

Yeah, I heard you.

What you need is a little stimulant, eh?

Hank, a triple rye.

And don't forget the Tequila.

Oh, yeah. And Tequila.

Uh, do you still want to see Mr. Graham?

Why, yes.

Well, you can't. He's out.

You helped him out.

You mean that's the Mr. Gr...

Yeah.

And I don't think I'd talk to him now, if I were you,

cause he's mad.

I believe you're right.

And the Tequila.

Oh, yes. And the Tequila.

Give the boy another drink and charge it to me.

Yes, sir.

Howdy.

Uh, howdy.

I was here a while ago, but the office was closed.

I know. I was at a funeral.

Oh, I guess you don't feel any too much like working today then.

Oh, I don't know. It wasn't my funeral.

So I can see, Mr. McDaniels.

I'm not McDaniels. I'm the assistant.

Any idea where I can find him?

Yep.

I'd sure like to talk to him.

You can't do that.

Well, why? Isn't he the land agent here?

He was. I just told you I came back from a funeral.

Oh, what happened?

Poisoning.

Ptomaine?

Lead.

Too bad.

Well, any idea who did it?

No. Just found his body out on the range.

Well, how am I going to go about

staking a claim here, then?

Mal Halstead controls most of the property around here.

You'll find him out at the Cantova place,

just a few miles out in the valley.

Oh, thanks.

What do you want?

We got a claim to this land.

This is my land.

Before me, it was the land of my father.

Halstead said he don't want no squatters here.

Have you not done enough to us?

You have killed my father.

What is it? What is the matter?

No. No, mama. Lie down.

Lie down, mama. It's all right.

Juan is there.

You keep off this land, or I kill you both.

I warn you. Stay away from here.

Let him have it.

And don't you come back.

Get off!

Next time, I shoot first and talk afterwards.

I kill anybody who comes on my land.

Juan! Juan! Where is Juan? Where is Juan?

Juan!

It's all right, mama.

Juan! Juan!

What is it, Dolores?

Come quickly. It is mama.

Madre.

Juan, you are safe?

Yes, madre mia. I drove them away.

I want you to go for Miguel.

I will get him, mama. At once.

No, Juan. You cannot go.

Mama would be left unprotected.

The Americanos may come back.

May the saints watch over us.

I will go with Jose. Come Jose.

No! No!

Come on, get out of there.

Come on, get out of that cart.

Hey, you having a lot of fun, Graham?

What do you mean?

I think you can have more fun somewhere else.

You know what I mean. Get out!

That's two I owe you for.

I have to thank you again, señor.

He is the one who helped me in the cantina.

Then I must thank you, too, señor.

The first Americano I have thanked for anything.

And I hope not the last, señorita.

So the Mexican said he'd kill the next Americans

that came in the place, huh?

Yeah and he sounded like he meant it, too.

You're a couple of tough hombres,

letting a lone Mex run you off.

Hey, listen to this.

Blackie and Luke were just gunned off by that Mexican.

Aw, it was an accident. It won't happen again.

Hey, Graham, it's that hombre

you tangled with at the El Dorado.

Wait a minute. What happened?

He socked me on the chin.

Yeah. And I heard he was coming out here

to see you about stakin' a claim.

Well, get in there. I'll talk to him.

Mr. Halstead?

Yes. Come in.

Thanks. I understand you can give me some information

about staking a claim.

Do you want to settle here in San Dimas?

Oh, I like the country.

It's all according to whether I can get along or not.

I think your chances ought to be pretty good Mr...

Pearson. Buck Pearson.

Well, there's a place down the road about a mile

that you can claim if you want it.

It's the best spot left.

Near enough to the foothills to make panning profitable.

There's a stream running right through it.

Do you mind? No.

Why do you go to all this trouble for a stranger?

Because we want this country settled by Americans,

men who'll make it a great state,

one the United States will be proud to have

as part of its great union.

Gee, that's swell.

But are you sure this land is open for claim?

If you want it, I'll see that your claim is filed,

legal and proper.

Well, thanks. I'll ride out and have a look at it.

Well, that'd be the best idea.

And in case you should happen to find any Mexicans

camping out on the place, you-you'll know what to do.

Why, no. Just exactly what do I do?

Throw them off. They don't belong there.

And if they holler, gun 'em off.

This land is meant for Americans.

Oh. I throw them off?

That's right. And, uh,

you might let me know how you make out.

Thanks. I will. I'll be back.

Good luck.

Thanks.

That sure was quick thinking.

If that Mexican is as good as his threats,

we'll get rid of both of them at once.

There won't be much trouble

stringing him up for killin' an American.

Here, mama, take some of it.

No. No. No.

It's bitter.

Just a little bit, mama.

No. No. Dolores, not for me.

It's good for you, mama.

No. Not for me, Dolores.

Hey, wait a minute!

Juan, what is that?

Americano.

It happens to us again.

Hey, hold on. I want to talk to you.

Wait, Juan. Wait!

Get over, pal. Get over.

Juan, this is the Americano who saved me.

Juan, this is a friend. You might have killed him.

Why all the fireworks?

Oh, señor, I am so sorry. This is a terrible mistake.

Please forgive me. I did not know.

I thought you come to take my land,

like all the other Americanos.

Take your land?

Juan, you have not thanked the señor.

He has no wish to harm us, I'm sure.

Oh, we are all indebted to you, señor.

If you will come into our home, that our mother may thank you.

That is rightfully ours.

Our vineyards. They have desecrated our home,

murdered my father.

Juan.

Those who have done that are not the real Americans.

There are good and bad Americans,

the same as there are good and bad Mexicans.

Always on a new frontier, you will find lawlessness.

But sooner or later law prevails.

Then you think there will be justice for us Mexicans?

Why, yes.

For everyone that lives under the American flag.

And you, you will help us?

Yes, mamacito, I will.

Oh, if there were only something we could do for you,

give you, to show you our appreciation.

There is so little we can do, Dolores.

Now we're... we're so poor,

we can only give you our thanks.

I don't want anything.

All I want is your friendship.

I want to see you happy again.

I can't keep on recording all these claims for you, Mel.

Why not? There aren't any other claims on file

for their properties.

I know. But they're all covered by old Spanish grants.

I don't care about that. As long as there's no record

of them here, I'm filing. Go ahead.

But I still think...

Nobody's asking you to think.

If you want to think, just think how McDaniels died.

I know. I didn't have anything to do with it.

We could prove different.

You wouldn't frame me.

All right.

I'll make the entries.

Barclay, see who that is.

What, you here again?

I told you who to see about staking out your claim.

Yes, I know that,

but I'm here on behalf of this boy.

Oh, a Mexican...

What difference does it make?

The Cantovas claim the right to the hacienda and the lands.

There's nothing in the records about it.

But, señor, here is the original Grant.

Why, this land is legally recorded

in the name of Mal Halstead.

I'd like to see the records.

You can't see those records.

They belong to the United States government.

But this Grant says the land is mine.

Well, it's not yours.

You cannot take our land away from us.

It belongs to us.

You have told us that your government

would help me and my people get back

what rightfully belongs to them.

My government will, Juan,

but it seems like we're getting nowhere here.

They must give it back to us. It belongs to us.

You cheat us of what is ours.

I kill you like they killed my father.

Juan.

Shedding blood won't help.

No matter what you do,

you can't change those records.

But don't you understand?

It is our home.

I was born there, my father before me.

His father before him.

Is that not enough?

I will not let them keep my land!

Listen, I've had enough of your threats.

You get him out of here, or I'll call the sheriff.

All right. Come on, Juan.

If that Pearson is trying to get a claim for himself,

why is he worrying about justice for those Mexicans?

I don't know.

Did you hear him say the government would help him?

The government. Buck Pearson.

Be sure to enter Blackie's claim today.

I'll send him in for the Grant.

It'll be ready.

Scare the girl

so that the Mexican will come out.

There, mama.

Pretty soon you can sit out and rock in the sun.

Let me go! Let me go! Juan!

Come on. Let me go! Juan!

Juanito.

You're gettin' out of here for good.

Juan.

It is best we go.

Mama!

Madre. mama!

Where's Luke?

Well, something's happened to him. Come on.

Look!

It must've been that Mexican.

Or Buck Pearson.

Cut him down.

"Wanted dead or alive

"Buck Pearson and Juan Cantova

$500 reward"

So, that's your friend

that's been buying you drinks and charging 'em.

Now who's gonna pay me?

Well, I'll pay you, I'll pay you.

All right, but how?

Well, as soon as I get the reward.

I certainly could use that money.

I don't know what good it would do you.

You owe most of it to me.

Oh, yeah, I never thought of that.

No? Well, I did.

You know, the minute he entered the El Dorado,

I knew he was no good.

Yeah, there's somethin' funny about a man that don't drink.

I'd like to get my hands on him. Why, I'd...

Not if I see him first, you won't.

Yeah, you know,

I knew all along that that Pearson was a no-good hombre.

Uh, there he is.

Here he is! I claim the reward!

Sheriff! Sheriff!

I'm afraid we won't see

those 2 renegades around here again.

Hold him now, boys. Hold him for me.

Sheriff, he's in the El Dorado.

Who is?

Pearson. They've captured him.

Oh, I saw him first. Now hold him for me

I claim the reward.

There they are, over there.

I got him! I got you.

All right, drag him out.

I got him, sheriff, and I claim the reward.

Get up from here, this is the sheriff.

I got hold of you now.

So you got him, did you?

Well, I did have him but somebody switched on me.

Hmm, $500 gone.

A fine bunch of manhunters.

I tell you, I had a hold of him, lock, stock and barrel.

Well, that's what that rye with Tequila chasers will do to you.

That's not a bad idea.

I don't think Buck Pearson was even in the place.

Hank, a triple rye with a couple of tequilas.

♪♪

Señor.

Oh, I am happy to see you.

I have been so troubled about you and Juan.

Well, I tried to visit you sooner,

but I knew you'd be safe here with your brother Miguel.

Juan is coming too?

Why, no, I thought I'd find him here.

But I have not seen Juan since I came to the mission.

I do not understand.

Has something happened to him?

No, no, Dolores, nothing's happened to him.

When he returns, tell him to wait for me.

And don't let him go near San Dimas.

San Dimas? But why?

I know.

They are looking for him to arrest him. That is it.

I begged him not to seek revenge.

What good can it do now?

Miguel pleaded with him too.

Please, you find him for me.

Dolores, don't worry.

I'll try. I'll find him for you.

I know you'll find him for me.

I believe in you.

Don't move, or I shoot.

Know why I am here?

Why? I haven't done anything to you.

Besides, if you shoot me they'll hang you.

Already you have done worse things than hang me.

Wait a minute. Now give me a chance.

They made me do it.

They make me do this to you, too.

Oh, no.

Why, you wouldn't... You wouldn't kill me in cold blood.

They kill my father, my mother.

You help them! No, no!

No. Please, don't. Don't shoot.

After you, I go tonight

and pay the next debt.

Halstead, who lives in the house he steal from us.

Juan, don't shoot.

Stay where you are, Barclay.

But it is my duty to kill them all.

We'll fight, but not that way.

Sit down.

Barclay, I want all the records of this office,

including the ones that were altered.

Then I'm taking you and Juan to General Wyatt.

Why are you takin' me?

You know why I'm taking you. For evidence.

Oh, but you can't do that. Halstead would kill me.

Pack up those records.

And don't forget any of 'em.

I've got 'em all.

Including McDaniels' tampered records?

Yes.

Better send for the sheriff.

We'll get him when we need him.

Señor, there'll be no justice.

I promise you, there will be this time.

Down!

Juan, don't go out there!

Barclay, stay here.

Everything's ready, Barclay, we'd better hurry, come on.

Are you fellows sure?

Yeah, sheriff.

I saw Buck Pearson kill Barclay.

We chased him out of town, but lost him.

Well, let's have a look.

Stand where you are. Don't reach for those guns.

Buck Pearson,

I arrest you for the murder of Barclay.

Not just yet, sheriff.

Look out, sheriff.

Back up.

Maybe you suffer a little bit before you die, eh?

They'll hang you, Mexican.

But you will not live to see it.

Who is it? Pearson.

Good.

All the reports I had

were of rioting, of raids, and of killings.

My orders were to work as I saw fit, sir.

I am of the impression

that you have been waging a one-man war.

The war is over, sir. You think it is.

I have here a representative from California

with even another complaint.

Who is he and where is he, sir?

Right back of you.

Dolores, what are you doing here?

You did not come to see me so I could thank you

for saving my home

and the homes of all my friends.

You... you traveled a long ways. I... i...

You really came here to see me?

Captain Pearson?

Yes, sir.

Your orders are to return to California

to cement the friendship of our new Americans.

And, of course,

I shall be the best man at the wedding.

Is that an order, sir?

It is, captain.

That's an order.

Orders are orders.

Captain Pearson.

Yes, sir.

One mile from the flag post.

Yes, sir.

Mmm.