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[shouting]

Hey, wire.

Wire.

They've thrown a fence across there.

Them plow-pushers must have put it up there last night.

Give me them wire cutters.

I'll fix this.

Hey, cornhuskers!

[gunshots]

Shad Wilkins, you've been tried and found

guilty of the most serious crime west of the Pecos, to wit,

shooting a steer.

Got anything to say for yourself before the sentence

of the court is executed?

I told you, they shot at me first!

I didn't mean to kill that steer on purpose.

I was aiming at the man!

It's your bad luck you missed him.

That's the trouble with you sod-busters.

You can't shoot straight!

[laughter]

Shad, may the Lord have mercy on your soul.

Hey!

Buck, I wanna see you.

Well, how's the hanging there?

Well, his neck didn't hardly stretch a foot.

Here's to the greatest woman in the world,

the fairest flower that ever bloomed--

Lily Langtry.

Miss Langtry.

Hold it, boys.

Did you hear the toast, stranger?

To Lily Langtry?

I thought you meant your friends.

I didn't know that included me.

That includes every man that drinks at my bar.

Glad to join you.

Have you ever met Miss Langtry?

No, I never met her.

I never met the sun.

I never shook hands with the moon.

And I've never been introduced to no cloud.

That's all right.

Too bad Lily Langry couldn't have heard that.

Did you ever see her?

No, I was in England once, but didn't get around to it.

Oh, you was in England once, and you could have seen her,

but you never got around to it, eh?

Yeah.

Get out of my bar.

Huh?

Get out of my bar!

[laughter]

To Jersey Lily.

Miss Langtry.

All right, Mort.

If Shad's good and cold, you can have him.

Oh.

$4.

That's all he had.

I'll make it up to you on the next one.

Get off.

What you got there?

A horse thief, judge.

Prisoner of the bar.

Get in there.

Chickenfoot, the law.

Hear ye, hear ye, court of Vinegarroon is now in session.

What's the chaarge?

We caught him on Chickenfoot's horse that was stole last week.

My horse Pete? Where's he at?

Right outside.

Well, so it is.

Pete.

No, Your Honor.

I-- I was just trying to get the lay of the land.

You will too, at the end of a rope.

Southeast, no anticipating.

Hey, Judge.

Judge, that is my old sabino Pony.

He's tied right out there.

People of Vinegarroon again, you can use any name you like.

Cole Harden.

What are you doing in Vinegarroon?

Oh, just passing through.

Homesteader?

No.

Where do you hail from?

No place in particular.

Where you heading for?

No place special.

Oh, a saddle bum, huh?

Well, it's all right to live on a horse,

if it's your own horse.

Bart, turn loose the prisoner's hand.

Chickenfoot, swear him in.

Do you to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing

but the truth, so God help you? - Take off your hat!

Well, now, I'll tell you, son--

Are you Bean?

Judge Roy W Bean.

My name's Jane Ellen Matthews.

Yes, Miss Matthews.

What can it do for you?

What have you done with Shad Wilkins?

Shad Wilkins?

He was working in the fields when some of your wranglers

came up and took him away.

Shad Wilkins?

Shad Wilkins?

Oh yeah.

He was hanging around out there a while back.

But he ain't around now.

Your men not only took him away,

but they tore down the fence.

Not a stick of it was left standing.

That so?

Yes, that's so.

And you didn't pretend you don't know about it.

Well, it don't surprise me none.

It's against the law to build fences hereabouts.

What law?

Whose law?

Mine.

Now, you listen to me, Mr. Bean.

Judge Bean.

You're no more a judge than I am.

You just call yourself a judge.

I wouldn't say that if was you.

I might consider it contempt of court.

It's contempt, all right.

You call this a court?

I do, and it happens to be in session right now.

Southeast, get the young lady a chair.

Now, you sit down, Miss Matthews,

and I'll tend to your case in a minute.

You're charged with stealing a horse.

Guilty or not guilty?

Not guilty.

Where's exhibit A?

Huh?

Where's the horse?

Bring in the horse, Chickenfoot.

Oh yeah, yeah, the horse.

Miss Matthews, when cattle can't to water, they die.

There's miles of river on each side of our homestead.

This country's unfenced range land.

It always was, and always will be.

Get in there.

All right, give me room there, you guys.

Come on.

Whoa, Pete.

Come on in here.

Come on, get over there.

Give us a little room.

All right, Judge.

There he is.

Ho.

Mr. Harden, it's my duty to inform you

that the lassoing of an equine is a capital

offense punishable by death.

But you can rest assured that in this court,

a horse thief always gets a fair trial before he's hung.

Chickenfoot, that your horse?

Oh, why, Judge.

Can you prove it's your horse?

Well, Judge, anybody here--

I can prove it by Petey himself that he's my horse.

Pete, you're my horse, ain't you?

Ownership of the harsh clearly established.

It belongs to Chickenfoot.

That's my ruling.

Well, I don't contest it, Your Honor.

Maybe the horse does belong to Chickenfoot here,

but I didn't steal it.

How did you get it, then?

I bought it.

[laughter]

Order in the court.

That all you got to say?

That's all.

No, it's not.

I'm not gonna stay here and see anybody railroaded like this.

Miss Matthews, I don't recollect you

were summoned as a witness in this trial.

What kind of a trial is it when

a prisoner isn't even allowed to have anybody speak for him?

You an attorney, miss?

I'm as much an attorney as you are a judge.

- You know this man? - No, I don't.

- You ever seen him before? - No, but--

Can you prove he didn't steal a horse.

No, but--

Then he don't need no lawyer, then.

This man was caught on a stolen horse.

And in this jurisdiction, that's prima facie evidence.

The case is closed, and that's my ruling.

Yes, and it's just like all your rulings.

The courtroom will now be cleared of everybody, excepting

the judge, the jury, the prisoner, the witnesses,

and I guess that means you.

All right, I'll go.

I don't want to see anymore.

It's murder.

That's what it is-- murder.

This man hasn't got a chance, and you know it.

But you never give anybody a chance.

You didn't give us one when you stampeded

the cattle over our crops.

You thought you'd starve the homesteaders out,

but you didn't.

You can pester us, and rob us, and kill us,

but you can't stop us.

Because there'll always be more coming, more and more.

And we'll stay on our farms in spite of you

and your courtroom and your killers!

My gob, she's all right.

She'd make a good cattleman.

If it wasn't for Lily, I'd marry her.

Giddup.

You heard the case against the accused, pro and con.

And now I guess maybe you'd better

retire to consider a verdict.

Chickenfoot, you better take Pete

out for a little fresh air.

Take him out, Bart.

I've got work to do.

And while you retire, there'll be a recess

for them that's thirsty.

Well, I guess you can't take it with you.

It's gotta be strictly understood

you ain't making no effort to influence

the sober judgment of the jury.

Certainly not.

There you are.

Drink up, everyone.

Compliments of the prisoner.

Jury to the rear!

Bullseye.

Join me, Your Honor?

Don't mind if I do.

Don't spill none of that liquor, son.

It eats right into the bar.

To the unfortunate lady with a bullet in her face.

The man that fired that bullet was hauled out of here feet

first.

And he ought to be.

Any man that'd shoot at a picture of Lillie Langtry

ought to be killed.

It's just retribution.

It's justifiable homicide.

That was my ruling.

Right.

You an admirer of miss Lily's too?

Well, that's-- that's putting it mildly.

She's the most beautiful woman I ever met.

Met?

You mean to tell me you met Lily Langtry,

the real her in the flesh?

Oh, many times.

What an actress.

How'd you get to know her?

Well-- well, that's a long story, Judge.

Bart, you and Blackjack get yourself a drink, huh?

Mighty fine liquor.

What do you call it?

Rub of the brush.

Go on.

Rub of the brush?

Did you get to know her real well?

She's got character.

I said, "did you get to know her real well?"

Now, Judge, you--

you forget a gentleman never discusses a lady in a bar room.

Who said it's a bar room?

This is a courtroom!

Say, tell me.

Is she as pretty as them pictures?

Why, the picture's never been made that can

do justice to Lily Langtry.

Is she good natured?

An angel.

Oh!

I'll never forget the night we met.

Yeah?

I'll never forget it as long as I live.

Who is that?

Oh, that's Mort Borrow.

He cleans up around here.

Go on, about Lily.

Oh yeah, Lily.

How about a verdict?

Can't you see we're still considering the evidence?

Two aces.

I'll bet a dollar and a half.

Stay once.

Get away from here.

You smell of formaldehyde!

[inaudible].

I'll call that.

You've been down around Lanno Bay, ain't you?

Sure.

Well, you know how it is at sunset.

You can look out, and that water ain't exactly blue,

and it ain't exactly purple.

It's a kind of color a man can feel

but he can't put a name to.

Yeah.

Well, that's Lily's eyes.

By gobs.

No.

I'll stay out.

Here we go.

Got 10, got a nine.

You know how-- you know how bright, and coppery,

and gold-like a young chestnut horse

is a-running in the bright sun?

Yeah.

Well, her hair is something like that.

In the daytime.

You mean it's different at night?

Not different, but just sort of more so.

How so?

Well-- well, you know how it is at dusk,

and you see a prairie fire reflected in the sky,

a sort of a--

a deep, beautiful kind of blushing--

Red.

Red.

Well, that'll give you a rough idea.

By gobs.

I-- I got a lock of her hair.

You mean to tell me you actually

got the real from her head?

I don't suppose you'd ever part with that lock of hair,

no matter what a man-- a man was willing to give.

A man don't trade things like that.

You see that sword up there?

I wore it in the Civil War.

Always meant to be buried with it.

Now, if you was willing to swap, I--

Would you really like to have it?

I'd rather own it than the State of Texas.

Let's have a look at it.

I haven't got it with me.

Where's it at?

It's with my stuff in El Paso.

So-- so you was in the Civil War, huh, Judge?

El Paso, huh?

Yeah.

Cavalry, huh?

I suppose you could write for it.

Yeah.

Wouldn't take long to get here by mail coach.

Oh, two, three weeks.

Two or three weeks, huh?

Yeah, about.

But I wouldn't part with that lock of hair

for anything in the world.

The jury's ready, Judge.

That bottle of whiskey gone already?

Yeah, and if he ain't paid for it,

you better start collecting now.

What's the verdict?

You know what the verdict is-- guilty.

There's only one thing I can do.

You're sentenced to hang.

That's my ruling.

Turn loose the prisoner's hand.

But Judge, you just ruled--

I didn't finish my ruling.

The court sentenced to prisoner to hang.

The court didn't say when.

So long as there's reasonable doubt--

What reasonable doubt, Judge?

We just caught him with Chickenfoot's horse.

Ain't any room for doubt.

Order.

I've been talking to the prisoner.

He's a friend of Lily Langtry's Stands

to reason no friend of Lily Langtry

goes around stealing horses.

Leastways there's a reasonable doubt.

You mean you're setting aside your own ruling?

That ain't what I said.

When I make a ruling, it stands.

But Judge, you just sentenced the man.

His sentence you suspended for a-- for a couple of weeks,

until I can look into the matter further.

That's my ruling.

Hi, Mort.

How's business?

Just lost a customer.

Well, I'll be down for a shave in a minute.

All right, you're next.

Howdy, Judge.

Hello, Evans.

Jersey Lily Special.

Pardon me.

You don't-- you don't happen to have a twin brother, do you?

No, not me.

Then you better pay me that money you owe me.

You're loco, brother.

I don't owe you nothing.

You owe me $60.

$60.

If you're interested, that's the man

that sold me the roan horse.

Then he's the man that stole--

[gunshot]

$84 and six bits.

Fined $80 for disorderly conduct and $4 and six bits

for carrying concealed weapons.

Now, you men get some rope and string him up.

String him up?

Why, he's dead already.

We hang horse thieves, don't we?

String him up.

Come inside, son.

You can have his horse and outfit.

Rub of the brush?

Rub of the brush.

El Paso.

El Paso.

[snoring]

[mumbling]

[splashing]

Good morning, Judge.

Who are you?

Who are you?

What are you doing here?

Stranger.

Stranger, come here.

Straighten out my neck, would you?

Grab a hold of my head.

Now jerk it, quick.

Thank you.

It's my neck.

You see, I was hung once, but my friends cut me down in time.

Now when I don't live right, why,

the crick comes back on me.

Now, who are you, anyhow, and what are you doing here?

Huh?

Why, don't you remember?

Why, I'm the fellow that filled the inside straight,

and won Chickenfoot's horse.

So long, Judge.

Hey, Pete, are you glad I won you from Chickenfoot?

Well, that makes it nice.

Here.

Wait, Wait!

That lock of hair, Lily's hair, you promised

to write to El Paso for it.

Don't you remember?

We drank on it.

When are you gonna do it?

Eh?

You ain't gonna crawfish.

No, the first post office I come to.

Straighten her out, will you, son?

Thank you.

You mangy old scorpion.

You might have got us both killed.

[chuckling]

What you wanna go to California for?

See the Pacific Ocean.

It's just like the Gulf down at Lanno Bay.

It's bigger.

Why don't you stay around Vinegarroon a while?

We could have a lot of fun together.

We could talk about Lily and--

No, I'm on my way.

Listen, it's a great country here west of the Pecos.

A fella could really make something of himself.

Why, when I first come here, I didn't have nothing.

Now I'm boss of the whole section.

Well, that's-- that's mighty fine, Judge.

You know, I cottoned to you the first time I seen you.

Why don't you put it in me?

Well, I tell you, Judge, that's nice of you

to ask me, but I--

I'm heading for California, and nothing short of hanging

can stop me.

Wait a minute.

You can't go.

You're under suspended sentence.

Well, you hung Mr. Evans for that.

You're under suspendence anyhow.

Who are you?

What do I know about you?

How do I know they ain't looking for you?

You're under arrest for disorderly conduct,

for disturbing the peace, vagrancy, and you're on the way

back to town with me, and that's my ruling!

So long, Judge.

By gobs, he stole my gun.

We hired out for farm work, miss, not a civil war.

This ain't no fit place to homestead in.

Land's no good when there's always lead flying over it.

If you'd shoot back, maybe they'd stop bothering you.

We did shoot back.

So did Shad Wilkins. , And he ain't trying it no more.

What about your own quarter sections?

If you leave, you'll lose it.

We don't want no part of it.

All right, Hod.

If you feel that way, we'll try to get

along with just Eph and Henry.

Not me.

Henry, if we only had one man, it'd be a big help.

Sorry, Mr. Matthews.

Call themselves men.

Wade, what do we do?

I know what to do.

No.

No, Wade.

That's not the way.

Don't even think of it.

Wade, aren't you gonna stay for supper?

I'll be back.

Well, they left.

Of course they have.

What did you expect?

My hands split too. You can't blame 'em for leaving.

There won't be a hired man left in this part of the country

if we don't do something about it.

We hire new hands, the same thing will happen.

What's old Matthews willing to say about it?

Aw, he keeps passing the buck to the Lord Jehovah.

I say let's do something about it ourselves.

That's what I think.

Let's give the Judge the same thing he gave Shad Wilkins.

Maybe if some of us went down and appealed

to Roy Bean for justice--

Justice?

If you'd seen him yesterday pretending

to try that prisoner-- the man didn't have a chance.

I wonder if they hanged him.

Don't they always?

He was the same as dead, even while he stood there.

I kept on see his face all day.

What is it, daughter?

The man I told you about, the one that was hanged.

I saw him, plain as day, looking in the window.

You're seeing things, Jane Ellen.

There's nobody out there.

I saw his face, I tell you.

[knocking on door]

Come in.

Good evening.

Pardon me for intruding like this.

No, you're-- no, you're not.

It's just, well, I thought you were a ghost.

Well, I guess you're partly to blame I'm not.

I just stopped in to thank you.

Father, this is Mr.--

Harden.

Welcome, Mr. Harden.

Welcome.

Glad to meet you.

Mr. Harden, this is our neighbor, Wade Harper.

This is the man I told you about.

You mean to tell me Bean tried you and let you go?

Well, she was my lawyer.

I guess she's the one that got me off.

I knew you weren't a horse thief.

Thanks.

How'd you know that?

I-- I just knew.

Are you working anywhere?

No, I'm heading for California.

Mr. Harden, I suppose a body that's just been hanged

is apt to be a bit hungry.

You must stay for supper.

Well, I-- I don't wanna put you out any.

Oh no, not at all.

Matter of fact, we had some company

that just disappointed us.

Uh-huh.

We were hoping somebody'd show up to take their place.

Make yourself at home now.

Make yourself at home.

Wait till you sink your teeth into some of Jane Ellen's stew.

O Lord, for that which thou hast

sent us in our hour of need, make us truly grateful.

Bless this food to our use and ourselves to thy service.

Amen.

Let me help you.

Now let's see.

How about some hominy? - Here, Wade.

Give him some milk.

Give him some milk.

I think he likes it here.

I think we got him.

What-- what's he doing now?

Feeding his horse.

Hey, he could probably take the place of two men,

he's so big and strong.

Well, I don't know how strong he is.

Strong enough, Wade.

Now Jane Ellen, we'll leave you alone with him,

and you kind of add on a little more welcome.

What will I say?

Oh, just keep smiling at him.

And, daughter, if it should come up natural-like,

you might hint what a handsome man he is.

Handsome?

We need him terribly bad, daughter.

We've gotta get that cornhusk.

We need him terribly bad.

Listen Listen, your father don't mean for you to--

Shh, look out.

Everything all right, Mr. Harden?

Fine, thanks.

Good.

Now I'll go see about your bunk.

Oh, no trouble.

No trouble at all.

Come on, Wade.

Can I give you a hand?

Oh, no thanks.

Won't you sit down, please?

Well, I won't argue with you.

If I had to wash dishes, I guess I'd give up eating.

Well, what do you do about the dishes when you're home?

Oh, you mean in a house?

Well, you live in a house, don't you?

No.

No, my house is all out there, all one

room with a sky for a roof.

Well, it's a big place.

Got some space to rent.

Well, I guess California is your next stop, huh?

California.

But I don't stop.

Oregon next, I guess.

All places are just the same.

Wouldn't you rather stay a little longer in some places?

No, they're all the same, beautiful when you leave them.

It's almost like the turtles carry their houses with them.

If I had to build me a house, I'd have it on wheels.

Not me.

I'd want my house so that nothing could ever move it,

so down deep that and earthquake couldn't shake it,

and-- and a cyclone would be just another wind going by.

Well, you say who wants to be a turtle, and I say,

I hope you'll be very happy in your house.

Well--

Oh, say, wait a minute!

What?

I'll bet I know something we could agree on.

What's that?

Well, in about a week now, we're gonna husk the corn,

and I'll bet you'll agree that that's fun.

Huh?

Well, you know, I think husking corn's

the greatest fun in the world.

Husking corn fun?

Oh yes.

Well, I'd rather wash dishes.

Oh no.

Well, it was a fine supper.

Good cooking.

Oh, Mr. Harden.

Huh?

What a handsome man you are.

Well, I doubt that, but I'm a tired one.

Well, I hope I see you in the morning, before I leave.

[shouting]

Get out of here!

Hey!

If anybody told me yesterday I'd be playing tag in a corn

field with a lot of cows, I'd--

If we had some men that would ride fence,

there wouldn't be any cows in the corn field.

You were sure cute last night.

Now you're making fun of me.

Well, that's-- that's more fun than picking corn.

Hey, look.

It's your father.

I wonder what's up.

I tried to stop 'em.

They wouldn't listen to me.

Wade.

Yes, it-- it's the wrong and lawless thing to do.

I begged 'em not to.

I told 'em-- - Who?

What happened?

Wade Harper's rounded up some of the men.

They're going to town to lynch Judge Bean.

When did they leave?

About an hour ago.

They took our wagon.

Thunder and lightning.

Are you back from California already?

You gotta get out of here and don't stop for nothing.

Did you ride to El Paso?

Listen, just get on your horse and get,

because they're after you.

Did you write--

who's after me?

The homesteaders.

They're gonna string you up.

Boy, that bunch of plow-pushing--

They're outside right now, a whole wagon load of 'em.

A wagon load?

Why, I can handle a train load of 'em.

I'll tear their livers out.

What'll it be, gentlemen?

It'll be Roy Bean.

Where is he?

He's out for a while.

That's because you came down here and warned him.

[gunshot]

Make a move, and I'll kill you.

Cole, start collecting them shotguns.

Uncork them rifles now, and set 'em down this end of the bar,

easy-like.

Go on.

Get back, get back.

Now I'll take yours, Judge.

The drinks are on me, gentlemen.

We're not drinking with you, Harden.

Nor him, either.

I ain't serving none of my liquor

to no bunch of tomato-kissing, plow-pushing--

Now, Judge, we don't want any harsh words to spoil this

friendly little get-together.

Get-together?

Why, this pack of weasels invade the dignity of my court room,

come in here armed with malice aforethought

to kick up a rumpus?

Now, look, you being a judge, you know there's always

two sides to any question.

These men have come here with a legitimate grievance.

We're not asking you to speak for us, Harden.

No, nor me, either.

Well, that makes it unanimous.

I'm gonna talk for the both of you.

There's a law here against fencing

land that seems nothing short of murder to people raising crops.

But it's common sense to men running cattle.

I've seen this kind of war before.

It's happening now, back in Kansas and Nebraska.

The cattlemen came in first.

Then the homesteaders moved in and fenced 'em out.

They had crops for one year, and then a dry spell, drought.

So the homesteaders moved out, and the rush and thistle

and gypsum moved in.

And the big spaces were all broken up by little quarter

sections, and the homesteads left empty

and the houses caved in, and the land no good for man or cattle.

You spoiled the land.

Then you came here to spoil this land.

This here's a big country.

Yeah, but it ain't big enough for cattlemen and homesteaders,

and it never will be.

Now clear out of here.

That's my ruling.

All right, Bean.

We're going.

We're going back to build our fences.

If you do, you better build coffins along with 'em.

Now, get.

You sure told them off, son.

Yup, and now I'm gonna tell you off.

I'm sorry I stopped 'em from lynching you.

They got a right to defend their homesteads.

You know this ain't homestead land.

You just said so yourself.

The government didn't say so.

I'm the government here.

Judas Priest, I don't see how you

can talk up for scum like that.

They proved up on their land, and they got deeds to it.

When you make war on them, you're making war

on their women and kids too.

Those people were starved out last year.

I heard about those cattle being stampeded over their crops.

And there's too many strays running loose in that valley

right now.

Only, they're not strays.

What do you want me to do, arrest

them cattle and fine 'em a couple

of dollars apiece for trespass?

Now, look, those people don't take

up much room with their little shirt-sized pieces of land.

Why don't you be a real judge for all of the people?

Why don't you try to see their side of it

and help them instead fight them?

Make peace around here instead of war.

There's plenty of room for everybody.

Then everybody'd look up to you.

Then, someday, maybe they'd put up a statue out there

in the street, a statue with carving on it,

to Roy Bean, the real judge.

What are you doing, catching a fish?

- I guess I'm wasting my time. - Hold on.

Wait a minute.

You write that letter to El Paso yet?

No.

You promised.

We drank on it.

I didn't have to write it.

I had it on me all the time.

You did?

Well, why didn't you give it to me, then?

You old bull-head.

If I'd have given it to you, you would have hung me.

Wouldn't you?

I might have, at that.

Let's have a look at it.

I haven't got it with me.

Suffering, bleeding, chickamauga.

Where's it at?

I left it over at the Matthews place.

How is she? Is

- Huh? - I'll ride right over with you.

No, no.

You mean you're gonna crawfish?

You ain't gonna give it to me?

Sure, I'll give it to you.

When?

When the last steer's out of the valley.

All right.

I'll pass the word around to the boys.

No, you don't.

You're gonna help run those cattle out,

and I'm going along with you to see that it's done.

Don't you trust me, Cole?

When When I was a kid, I had a pet rattlesnake.

I was fond of it, but I wouldn't turn my back on it.

[chuckling]

You're all right.

I'm going back now and gathering

my stuff for the round-up.

And that lock of hair.

Yeah, yeah, the lock of hair.

He defended Bean.

He said he was right.

He said the homesteaders spoiled

this land for the cattlemen.

We all heard it.

I don't care what you heard.

He couldn't be two faced.

He's not that kind.

If he took Bean's part, he only did it to stop trouble.

Miss Matthews, looks like every time I get into trouble,

you always speak up for me.

They're trying to tell me you spoke up for Bean.

Well, I--

I did try to tell them Bean's point of view.

There you are.

It's always been my experience that when

you know the other fellow's point of view,

you usually get together.

Well, why didn't you tell him our point of view?

I did, and we got together.

You won't have to patrol your fields any longer.

Judge gave me his word they'd round

up all the cattle in this valley and take 'em out of here.

Hmph.

You think he'd keep his word?

Well, I'm going along with him to see that he does.

Well, what makes you think we'd take your word?

Take it or leave it.

Harden, you're a sneak and a liar.

Miss Matthews!

I'll be back.

California's that way.

I got something to tell you before I go.

Well?

How's Wade?

He's fine, just fine.

You know, you're not the prettiest girl I ever saw.

Well, that's great news.

Who asked you?

But you've got the prettiest hair I ever saw.

Why do you like to make fun of me?

Because I like you, I guess.

And you think my hair is pretty, huh?

I never saw anything like it.

Could I clip a lock?

No, you can't.

Will you clip one?

No, I won't.

Come around here, take sides with Bean,

knock out my best friend, and--

Tell you how much I like you, and how much I might miss you?

All right?

No!

Oh.

Here, these are yours.

Well, thanks a lot.

Jane Ellen!

Go on, Cole, go on.

Well, so I says to her--

I said, "Miss Langtry, do you plan to go back to England when

you finish your American tour?"

And she said to me--

she said "no."

Said she loved the United States too much.

Yeah.

She planned to stay here for the rest of her life.

She told me that when she got all

through her work in the theater that she wanted to settle down

someplace out here in the West.

By gobs

Some quiet little place way out on the range, away from all

the lights and the crowds.

She kept asking about Texas especially.

She--

She said that ever since she was a little girl,

she'd heard about Texas, and it had

always been the dream of her life

to have a home here someday.

She did?

She did.

Last herd just come in, Judge.

Well?

Huh?

Oh.

By gobs.

A lock of her own hair!

It's kind of dark, isn't it?

Yeah, she uses lots of shampoo on her hair.

She does?

Beautiful.

Beautiful.

I'll never forget this, Cole.

Never.

Now, let me see it, will you?

What for?

I ain't gonna keep it.

I'd like to see you try.

All right?

All right.

I know how you feel, son.

O might God, we offer thee Thanksgiving for thy help

and thy divine bounty.

Thou hast poured thy blessings on our lands.

Thou hast visited the earth and made it plenteous.

Thou hast made it soft with drops of rain.

And the land that was desolate has become like a garden.

And the waste places are become fenced and are inhabited.

Thou hast made the tree of the field yield her fruit,

and the earth her increase.

Thou hast broken the bonds of our yoke

and delivered us out of our hands of our enemies,

so that we shall dwell safely and none shall make us afraid.

And for this, thy divine bounty, O Lord, we thank thee.

Amen.

Amen.

[chattering]

[music playing]

One foot up and the other foot down.

Swing them pretty girls 'round and 'round.

Here it is.

What?

Tell me something first.

Where do you keep my lock of hair.

Oh.

Show me.

Oh, nobody can see that.

Not even you.

Look, Cole.

The best piece of homestead land in the whole country.

It used to belong to one of the hired men that left us,

and now it's anybody's.

You just claim it.

Yeah, that's a fine piece of land, all right.

Yeah, look at the feed on those slopes over there.

And that strip along the bottom is just fine for wheat or corn.

And, Cole, look, that little knoll right there,

it's just begging for a house.

You-- you know how to build a house?

No, how?

Well, you-- you--

well, you have the--

the kitchen there, and the bedroom over there,

and the living room right in the middle.

It'd have to have the right things in it too.

What sort of things?

Oh, fires and lamplight, warm beds,

the smell of coffee in the morning,

the sound of rain on the roof.

Gee, that's a nice house, Jane Ellen.

Jane.

Look!

Go to your homes!

Protect your houses!

Hey, wait. Grab another team.

We'll take a section of rail fence

and knock down a strip of corn.

Maybe we can start a backfire.

Take the two end sections, Wade.

Cole, Cole, Cole!

Whoa.

Hey, get out of here.

Move.

Look, the house!

Dad, dad, dad, dad, father!

Help, help!

Come on, hurry up!

Watch out for his leg and shoulder.

All right.

Take it easy.

Have you seen Jane Matthews?

No.

So I hereby christen this town "Langtry!"

No man ever gave a woman a whole town afore, but I'm a-doing it.

And from now on, this whole section's gonna bloom

like the Jersey Lily herself!

I ain't through yet.

Miss Langtry's coming soon to play a night in Fort Davis.

And I want every legal resident of Langtry, Texas

to go over and see the godmother of this here

town, a town of cattlemen, for cattlemen, and, by God,

run by cattlemen!

[cheering]

Now, in honor of this great occasion,

I'm a-dishing out free beer to one and all.

And anybody found sober after sundown

is liable to arrest for disorderly conduct,

and that's my ruling!

[cheering]

Start the music!

[music playing]

"And man that is born of woman has but a short time to live.

He cometh up, and is cut down like a flower.

He fleeth as if it were a shadow, and never

continueth in one stay.

In the midst of life, we are in death."

The wagon train's left.

The people have all gone, Jane Ellen.

I'm staying.

Nobody's gonna drive me away from my land,

not with cattle or fire, or killing my father,

or anything else.

I'll be here long after Bean and his gang of murderers are gone.

Sure you will, and me too.

I don't want you.

I don't want any of Roy Bean's friends around.

Wade Harper was right.

I didn't believe it then, but I do now.

You knew we were gonna be burned out.

That's why you herded all the cattle out,

so they wouldn't be burned with our crops.

No, I don't need your help.

Not now.

I can do what I have to do alone.

I'll be back.

[sobbing]

[music playing]

Why, Cole!

My gobs, man, I'm glad to see you.

Well, I never wanted to see a man so much before in my life.

What for?

What for?

Don't you know what for?

She's coming to Fort Davis.

Lily Langry's coming to Fort Davis.

Langtry?

Langtry, yeah.

And you and me are going over there together.

You're gonna introduce me to her.

My gobs, I'm gonna meet her.

I just can't believe it.

- I wanna talk to you, Roy. - Yeah, all right.

And look what I got to tell her when I see her.

"Langtry," that's the name of this town.

A great town after a great woman.

I said I wanted to talk to you.

Sure!

Oh, it's a great day.

I tell you, it's the greatest day in the history of Texas.

Some fire, huh?

Huh?

Yeah, wasn't it, though?

Yeah, too bad.

Yeah.

Yep.

I wonder who was behind it.

Oh, fire don't need nothing behind it.

Fire has a way of moving on its own.

Here's how.

Before I drink with you, Judge,

I wanna know you had nothing to do with it.

Me?

Why, how can you say a thing like that?

Didn't I round up all them cattle for you?

Wasn't I right here in the saloon when the fire broke out?

Didn't I-- Well, I was.

And what's more, I ain't got no idea who done it.

Now, drink up.

Don't you believe me?

No.

Now, listen, son.

I told how it was, and I don't want you calling me no liar.

Now, drink hearty.

Will you swear by that?

Ain't no reason I should, but I'm willing.

All right.

I swear by my sword there I had nothing to do with it.

I swear by the revised statutes.

And by gobs, if there was a Bible in town, I'd--

Where's that lock of hair?

Right here with me.

Let me see it.

Swear on that.

All right, it was me.

I burned their houses and crops.

I run them varmints out.

Nice going.

And if you think--

If you think I'm sorry, you're crazy.

I'm proud, and glad I rid the country of them.

It was either them or us.

And now the range grass will grow back.

And someday, the cattlemen will put up a statue of me

out there in the street.

And they're write on it "Judge Roy Bean,

he give us back the land."

You get warrants in Fort Davis, don't you?

Yeah, that's where they get 'em, but they don't know

how to spell my name.

It's been tried before.

I'll get one.

This time, you're gonna get what's coming to you, Judge.

Cole, you and me is friends.

I done what I had to, and you think it was wrong.

But if it was my own son come over here with a warrant,

he'd have to be first on the drawer.

I aim to be, unless I get it in the back

before I get out of here.

So long, Cole.

Make out a warrant against Roy Bean.

Raise your right hand.

Do you solemnly swear to carry out

the duties of a deputy sheriff in Jeff Davis

County in the state of Texas?

Yep.

Thanks, Sheriff.

How much are tickets?

$2 apiece, all over the house.

First come, first served.

How many seats in the house?

400.

I'll take 'em.

How many?

All of 'em.

Much obliged.

Let me have two tickets.

If I was you, Judge, I wouldn't set foot in Fort Davis

to see Adam and Eve.

Me, either.

A deputy's star makes the finest kind of a target.

How you know you're not heading into a trap?

Sure looking for Trap trouble, going over to Fort Davis.

Taking an awful change, Judge.

Them hombres are just waiting down there for you.

Why, you pack of yellow-bellies.

Give me them tickets.

You mean, you're going to Fort Davis alone?

Not by a jugful, I ain't.

You're all going with me as a guard of honor,

right up to the opera house.

But I'm going in alone.

I don't want nobody in there with me no how.

I ain't sharing the Jersey Lily with no one.

Now, come on.

We got a day's ride ahead of us.

I'm gonna dress, and you fellas proud yourselves up a bit.

Chickenfoot, my sword.

[KNOCING

I ain't wore this uniform since Chickamauga,

but it still fits right smart.

Bean and his men are coming.

Get off the street!

Bean and his men are coming!

Bean's coming!

Bean's coming!

Hey, look.

They must have heard I was coming.

All right, boys.

Take your places.

Hey, this is the stage entrance.

Now, remember.

I want strict privacy all during the show.

You'll get it.

Third seat in.

Pardon, sir.

Your seat is back here.

No, it ain't.

It's right here.

Say, when does Miss Langtry to go on to play?

Right after the curtain.

She's about to go up now, sir.

Go up?

The curtain, sir.

Oh.

Now?

Yes, now.

Now.

[music playing]

Don't make a move, Judge.

I'm coming down to get you.

Come a-shooting.

[gunshot]

[glass shatters]

The war is on.

Yeah, wish I was in there to see that show.

I bet the Judge is having a good time.

Yeah.

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

[gunshots]

[gunshots]

[gunshot]

Hey, let's you and me stand up and shoot it out.

That suits me, Judge.

Put up your gun.

We'll draw.

All right.

Ready?

BEAN: Yeah.

[chuckling]

You see what you done?

You stopped the show.

I was gonna see Lily.

Now it's-- now it's too late.

No, it isn't, Judge.

She's back there now, waiting to see you.

What?

She knows all about you, Judge.

She wants to meet you.

She told me so herself.

Come on.

Let's go back and see her.

My hat.

Where's Miss Langtry?

Put me down.

I can walk.

Put me down, I tell you.

It's my ruling.

Miss Langtry, I'd like to present

an old admirer, Judge Roy Bean.

I'm pleased to-- to meet you.

[thud]

Cole, come here, quick.

Look.

See, what did I tell you?

They're coming back.

Wagons by the score.

It's the promised land.

Jane Ellen, someday, Texas is gonna

be the biggest and the finest--

[music playing]