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(upbeat music)

(birds chirping)

(horse trotting)

(horse snorting)

- What are you doing out here, Jerry?

Orders?

. YEP-

I told the chief I could handle it alone,

but he said you should be in on it.

(paper crinkling)

- "Tony Marsh gang
entered state near Tolar.

"Working vicinity Coyote Pass.

"Bring him in, Mitchell."

Oh, just like that.

Bring him in.

I have the darnedest luck.

No sooner I get a leave of absence,

some outfit of bandits busts loose.

(horse snorting)

- You sure do.

That reminds me of the time
when I was down in Texas.

I rounded up a gang of rustlers, and I--

- Save it, Jerry.

Tell it to me some other time.

Let's go.

(horses trotting)

(car engine rumbling)

(horses trotting)

- Well, which way do we go, Tom?

- Chief said Coyote Pass.

Well, let's look it over.

(tires screeching)

(car door slamming)

- [Jack] That'll do, old timer.

Stand right where you are.

(horses trotting)

(horses trotting)

(wallet thudding)

(horses trotting)

- No use coming back.

You got it all the first time.

- What's going on here?

- Ain't you bandits?

- We're officers.

- Well, sure, I'm Jerry McLane.

I'm the fella that captured the--

- Stow it, Jerry.

Stickup?

- Not five minutes ago.

I had just sold my stock.

I had nearly $1,000.

- How many of them?
- Three.

One of them lay across the road,

and when I stopped to help him--

- Describe them, men and horses.

- [Man] The leader was about
your size with a green shirt,

a brown velour hat.

Now, he'd look like you if he had a shave.

(horse snorting)
- Hm.

One of those broncs has a split
frog on the off hind hoof.

All right, stranger.

With a brink of luck, we'll
get that wallet of yours.

- Oh, thank you, officers.

I sure need it.

- Which way did they go?

- [Man] They went off that way.

- Don't worry, we'll get 'em.

(horses trotting)

- Whoa, whoa.

I guess this is a safe enough
place to split the roll.

(birds chirping)

(horses trotting)

(Jack sighs)

Listen, men.

I got a letter from my dad.

- [Bandit] So what?

- I'm going home after this job.

- You're gonna go straight, huh?

.YUP-

My dad and sis don't
know I took to the road.

The old man writes he needs help.

Something wrong with the neighbors.

(bills crinkling)

(horses trotting)

- We're still with them, Jerry.

- Good.

- Let's go easy now.

We've gotta be ready for trouble.

(horses trotting)

- There's gold in that place,

and nobody knows where it is but me.

- Huh, well, you can have it.

Why dig it out of the ground
when it's so easy to go out

and pick it out of folks' pockets?

- [Bandit] We could dig a week and not get

half of what we just took.

(horses trotting)

- Someone coming.

- [Bandit] If we get separated,
we meet at Giant Rock.

- There's our game, Jerry!

(horses trotting)

(branches cracking)

(horses trottin_g)
(gunshots banging)

(body thudding)

(horses trotting)

- Whoa, hey.

(horses trotting)

(Jack panting)

(horse trotting)

Hey, Tom!

(gunshot banging)

Hey, Tom!

(horse trotting)

- It's no use.

It's no use.

I'm finished.

(Jack panting)

Don't, don't, don't let
my folks know about this.

Don't, don't let them know I,

I was mixed up with crooks, will you?

Don't let them know.

- Who are your folks?

(Jack panting)

- The Grangers.

The Grangers up Pecos,

up Pecos way.

(Jack sighs)

- Look, Tom.

He looks just like you.

You could be mistaken
for his twin brother.

- Hm.

He does look kinda like me.

- Kinda like you?

- Poor fella.

See if he's got anything to identify him.

(paper rustling)

- This may help.

(birds chirping)

- Looks like them lawhounds got Jack.

- Maybe, we better wait here

just in case he gave them the slip.

- Yeah, they can't sneak up on us up here.

We can see 'em coming a mile away.

(birds chirping)

(paper crinkling)

- Maybe if I look so
much like this hombre,

I can walk up on his pals.

Take his shirt off.

(horse trotting)

- There's a man coming.

(horse trotting)

It's Jack, all right.

What's he hunting the trail for?

He knew we'd come up here.

- Maybe he's lost his bearings.

- [Bandit] Hey!

UP here!

(horse trotting)

Got away, did you?
- We thought they had you

when your bronc stumbled.

- Yeah.

I noticed you didn't wait
to see if I was taken.

- It's every man for himself in this game.

- If you'd have got caught,

no need of all of us going to the jug.

- Sounds reasonable.

But you're all going now.

Up with them.

- Oh, quit your kidding, Jack.

We've gotta be on our way.

- If you've sold out to
the law, Jack Granger--

- Jack Granger's dead.

I'm Tom Wade of the Protective.

(gun thudding)

(gun thudding)
Get aboard that horse.

(bandit groaning)

(body thudding)

(fist thudding)

Now, get on that horse.

- [Bandit] Yes, sir.

(horse trotting)

- Hi, boss.

Any luck?

Lance has been over to
propose holy matrimony

to Sheila Granger.

- And it looks as if she said no, no.

- Positively no.

- So, Sheila wouldn't have you, eh?

Well, I don't know if I'd blame her.

Well, anyway, I think my plan's better.

Buy them off and get rid of 'em.

- Then we'd better act quick.

Sheila's expecting her brother Jack home.

- Jack's coming home, eh?

And he knows about the gold.

There's the deed.

Take the boys with you.

You'll need them as witnesses.

_ Step lively._
(fingers snapping)

We want to close this deal
before Jack Granger arrives.

- All right, Ma.

All right, fellas!

Come on!

(horses trotting)

- There must've been eight
or 10 of them bandits.

Then Tom goes rattling
off after two of 'em

and leaves me with the rest.

- [Chief] Well, wait a minute,
you only brought in one.

What became of the others?

- Well, sir, that fella I brought in,

I knocked over at 100 yards.

And when the rest of 'em
saw what a dead shot I was,

heh, they high-tailed it over the hill.

And doggone, I find the gun
empty, and I can't reload.

(door thudding)

- Here's the rest of the outfit, Chief.

- That's funny.

I could have sworn there was more of
them.

- Well, he wouldn't
have got us if he hadn't

have pawned himself off as Granger.

- Granger?

Hey, Jerry, lock these gents up.

I'll talk to 'em later.

- Yes, sir.

Come on.
- Sit down, Tom.

(Tom sighs)

What do you make of that?

Now, you and Jerry better
handle this, Tommy.

- I'll go out there as a
friend of Jack Granger's.

Next day, Jerry comes along as the law.

But listen, Watson.

Somebody's gotta tell Granger

that his son isn't coming back.

- I guess that's up to you, Tom.

But you work that out between you.

- Okay, Chief.

We'll be leaving within an hour.

- Good.

,60 Come along, boys,
and listen to my tale ,60

,60 I'll tell you my troubles ,60

,60 On the old Chisholm Trail ,60

,60 Come a ti yi yippee, yippee yay ti yay
,6O

,60 Come a ti yi yippee yi yay 45°

,60 On a $10 horse and a $40 saddle ,60

,60 Going to punch in Texas cattle ,60

,60 Come a ti yi yippee yippee yay .60

- [Jerry] Gee, you're terrible.

- As a singer, I guess I'm not so good.

- Heh.

Now me, I got a voice.

Say, one time when I
went to a show down in--

- Whoa, You've told me
that one four times,

and different each time.

- Oh.
- Let's go.

,60 So I went to the boss to
draw my roll and I found it ,60

- Quit worrying, Dad.

I feel sure we'll hear from Jack today.

- That's what we've
been saying for months,

and we haven't heard from
him in over two years.

In the meantime, our
cattle are disappearing,

and the Holcombs, they--

- Here COITIQS someone.

(door thudding)

(horses trotting)

- [Lance] Come on inside, Granger.

I've got a proposition to make to you.

- I don't care to hear it.

I don't wanna hear from you
or from any of your tribe.

- You've been having plenty of trouble

with your stock lately, I hear.

- You know darn well I have,

and you know who's
responsible for the trouble.

- Dad--
- Stop.

- What do you want, Lance?

- Ma wants to buy your place.

- [Sheila] It's not for sale.

- $5,000, spot cash.

That's enough money to buy a better ranch

and relieve you of all this trouble.

- No.

We've been waiting to
hear from my son, Jack.

I guess we can hold on a little longer.

- You heard Dad's answer.

Keep your money.

- I don't know, Sheila.

Maybe that's an easy way out.

Well, Lance, I--
- Wait, Dad.

I wanna tell you something.

I haven't told you before, Dad,

but Jack thought there was
gold in Yellowhorse Canyon.

- I thought so too once, but
I've searched every foot of it.

- Don't sell, Dad.

- I can't fight any longer.

We'd better take what we can get.

All right, Holcomb.

You win.

(paper crinkling)

- Just put your names on this, boys,

and make it plumb legal.

(paper crinkling)

I'll expect you to clear out
of here in three days, Granger.

(boots thudding)

(horses trotting)

Keep under cover.

If Granger leaves the place
before dark, let me know.

' [Man] I got ya.

- Don't take it that way, honey.

Why, they'd have taken the ranch,

and we wouldn't even have this.

- They don't intend you to have it, Dad.

They mean to come back and get it.

- Well, they won't come until tonight,

and I'm heading for town
and the bank right now.

Goodbye, dear.
- Goodbye, Dad.

And be careful.

(gunshot banging)

(horses trotting)

(gunshot banging)

(body thudding)

(horse trotting)

(gunshot banging)

(gunshot banging)

(horse trotting)

- Jack!

- How bad are you hurt, stranger?

- Why, Jack, don't you know me?

I'm your dad.

- You're John Granger.

But I'm--_
(John groaning)

- Ooh, ow!

- Let me take a look at that wound.

(John groaning)

Who did this?

- I didn't get a look at him,

but you ought to know, Jack.

If it wasn't Lance Holcomb,
it was one of his men.

(horse trotting)

I wish you'd come a day sooner, Jack.

I sold the ranch.

But now, I've got nothing to show for it.

- That's all right,
we'll get the ranch back.

There's something I've got to tell you.

Uh, your son--
- Now, don't say

anything about that now.

You may have been a little wild, but now,

you've come home to stay.

And you have come home
to stay, ain't ya, Jack?

- Yes, Dad.

At any rate, until we get our ranch back.

(upbeat music)

,60 Well, come along,
boys, listen to my tale ,60

,60 I'll tell you of my troubles ,60

,60 On the old Chisholm Trail ,60

_,60 Come q ti yi yippeg
VIPPEE Vay VIPPEE Vay .00

,60 Come a ti yi yippee yippee yay. ,60

- Who is that hombre?

He warbles like a doggone opry singer.

- Stranger to me.

He's been hanging around here all day

like he's waiting for someone.

,60 Come a ti yi yippee yay 45°

,60 Woke up one morning on
the old Chisholm Trail ,60

,60 Rope in my hand, had a cow by the
tail ,6O

_,60 Come q ti yi yippeg
VIPPEE Vay VIPPEE Vay .00

,60 Come a ti yi yippee yippee yay .60

,60 Old Ben Bolt was a blamed good boss
,6O

,60 But he went to see the
girls on a sore-backed horse ,60

,60 Come a ti yi yippee ,60

,60 Bacon and beans most every day ,60

,60 I'll definitely be eating prairie hay ,60

_,60 Come q ti yi yippeg
VIPPEE Vay VIPPEE Vay .00

,60 Come a ti yi yippee yippee yay .60

,60 Cloudy in the west
and looking like rain ,60

,60 And my darn old slicker's
in the wagon again ,60

_,60 Come q ti yi yippeg
VIPPEE Vay VIPPEE Vay .00

,60 Come a ti yi yippee yippee yay .60

- Hello, Holcomb.

,60 The best darned cow
puncher ever was born ,60

_,60 Come q ti yi yippeg
VIPPEE Vay VIPPEE Vay .00

,60 Come a ti yi yippee yippee yay .60

,60 Went to the boss ,60

- What happened to your wrist?

- Oh, I tore it in the
chaparral chasing some strays.

,60 Yippee yay yippee yay ,60
- Looks bad.

,60 Come a ti yi yippee yippee yay .60

(bar patrons applauding)

- Now, let me look at that wrist.

Oh, I'm an expert on
wounds and, uh, first aid.

- Yeah?

How are you on minding your own
business?

- Well, not very good.

You know, I'm plumb inquisitive.

You know, one time down in Laramie,

I got so curious that I tried to find out

how much money was in the bank.

Then the sheriff came
along with his posse.

- [Man] And you never
found out about the money?

- No, doggone it.

I had bad luck.

Among the seven fellas I
killed was the only man

in town that knew the combination.

(bar patrons laughing)

Hey, boys, let's have that
trail song again, will you?

(upbeat music)

(Jerry clearing throat)

,60 Well, come along,
boys, listen to my tale ,60

,60 I'll tell you of my trouble
on the old Chisholm Trail ,60

_,60 Come q ti yi yippeg
VIPPEE Vay VIPPEE Vay .00

,60 Come a ti yi yippee yippee yay .60

- Did you get it?

(zipper buzzing)

What's that?

Did you let that old
man get the drop on you?

- I dropped Granger, all right.

It was his son Jack that creased me.

- Jack Granger, eh?

Then he did come home.

(birds chirping)

(horses trotting)

- Oh, Dad, you're hurt!

What's happened?

- Don't mind me, honey.

Look who I've brought home.

(Sheila gasping)

- Oh, Jack!

You're here!

- But I'm, uh, yeah, but I'm,

no, wait a minute.

Now, listen, but I'm, uh, let me explain.

(John groaning)
- Oh, Dad.

Who did this?

- Whoever did has got the mark
of one of my bullets on him.

I'll look for him tomorrow.

Let's take a look at your wound, Dad.

Then this family's going
to hold a council of war.

(birds chirping)

- Now, listen, boys.

I've kept tabs on Jack Granger ever since

he left here two years ago.

The last time I heard of him before today,

he was a member of the Tony Marsh gang.

That makes him fair game for any gent

that wants to win a reward.

- All right, boys.

Ma says there's no closed
season on bandits and rustlers.

(spurs jingling)

- Son.
- Yes, Ma?

- Be careful.

You know, you botched that stickup job,

and mistakes like that will
get you a hemp necktie.

- Don't worry.

(horses trotting)

- Looks better than it did when

you fixed it this afternoon, Jack.

(Tom chuckling)

- It's coming along fine, Dad.

You know, somebody wants
this ranch mighty badly.

It's not worth the price Holcomb paid,

even if he's not the man that robbed you.

The question is, what are they after?

- Why, Jack, you oughta
know what they want.

Remember what you said
to me when you went away?

You said I was to keep it a secret.

- Sure, uh, but you can tell it now.

- Well, after Jack found traces

of gold in Yellowhorse Canyon,

he went out to raise money to work it.

- Ah, you were wrong there, Jack.

There's no gold on this place.

Now, if the Holcombs expect to find gold--

- [Sheila] But Dad, Jack knows it's there.

Don't you, Jack?

He can tell you the very spot.

- I guess I can find it
again when the time comes.

I guess we better turn in.

Tomorrow's gonna be a very busy day.

(John groaning)

(horses trotting)

(spurs thudding)

- I'm back again.

- So I see.

You should be in bed.

- Oh, sit down.

I've got to talk to you.

It's about Lance.

- Uh, what, who?

- Lance Holcomb.

- Oh, oh, Lance.

Yeah, Lance.

- He wants me to marry him.

- Uh huh.

Uh, may I have a drink?

- Oh, sure, I forgot.

(lips smacking)
I'm sorry.

(Tom sighs)

I remembered your old weakness, Jack,

but I forgot to bring it in.

- Now, uh, now about this
Lance Holcomb that wants

to marry you, um, do you love him?

- No, I despise him.

But I thought maybe if I married him,

it would stop all this fighting.

- No, throwing yourself to the
wolves won't settle anything.

I'll, uh, I'll look Lance over tomorrow.

Now, uh, now, you better go to bed.

- All right, Jack.

But first, we'll have our song.

You remember the old trail song?

(upbeat piano music)

,60 Come along, boys, listen to my tale
,6O

,60 And I'll tell you of my troubles ,60

,60 On the old Chisholm Trail. ,60

,§0 Con_1e a ti y_i yippge
yippee yippee yl yay ,oO

,60 Come a ti yi yippee yippee yay .60

,60 Left Texas on October 23rd ,60

,60 And traveled up the
trail with a 2-U herd ,60

,§0 Con_1e a ti y_i yippge
yippee yippee yl yay ,oO

,60 Come a ti yi yippee yay 45°

- Why, Jack, you've forgotten it.

I'll have to teach you all over again.

- Yeah, I haven't been
doing much singing lately.

- Well, there's no time
like the present to learn.

(upbeat piano music)

,60 Boys, listen to my tale ,60

,60 And I'll tell you of my troubles ,60

,60 On the old Chisholm trail ,60

,§0 Con_1e a ti y_i yippge
yippee yippee yl yay ,oO

,60 Come a ti yi yippee yippee yay .60

,60 Left Texas on October 23rd ,60

,60 And traveled up the
trail with a 2-U herd ,60

,§0 Con_1e a ti y_i yippge
yippee yippee yl yay ,oO

,60 Come a ti yi yippee yippee yay .60

,60 Crippled my horse, I don't know how
,6O

,60 Roping at the horns of a 2-U cow ,60

,§0 Con_1e a ti y_i yippge
yippee yippee yl yay ,oO

,60 Come a ti yi yippee yippee yay .60

,60 I herded and I hollered
and I done very well ,60

,60 Till the boss said boy, just let me ,60

,§0 Con_1e a ti y_i yippge
yippee yippee yl yay ,oO

,60 Come a ti yi yippee yippee yay .60

,60 So I went to the boss
for to draw my rolls ,60

,60 He figured me out, $9 in the hole ,60

,§0 Con_1e a ti y_i yippge
yippee yippee yl yay ,oO

,60 Come a ti yi yippee ,60
(stool thudding)

(lamp shattering)

(gunshots banging)

(gunshot banging)
(man groaning)

(body thudding)

(gunshots banging)

(glass shattering)

- Stay there!

(gunshots banging)

- Cover that up, Dad, they'll see.

(boots thudding)

(horses trotting)

- Come on, Jack.

Let's go get 'em.

- There's no use.

There'll be a mile away
before we're saddled.

Let's go inside.

We know where to find
'em when we want 'em.

(door slamming)

- They've got the deed.

They've got the money.

What more do they want?

- They want me.

- What?

- The deed isn't so good while

there's a witness to the holdup alive.

- That's right.

(birds chirping)

(horse trotting)

(Jerry clearing throat)

- You John Granger?

Mighty pretty scenery you
have around here, Mr. Granger.

- What do you want?

- Who are you?

- Jerry McLane, ma'am, at your service.

Terror of bandits and bad
men and chief thief catcher

of the Cattleman's Association.

You wrote you needed help.

- Well, this ain't a one-man job.

- Oh.

Listen, Pop, when there's
trouble in this state,

the governor's only got one problem.

That's whether to call out the militia

or send for Jerry McLane.

- We may not need you now, Mr. McLane.

You see, my brother Jack
came home yesterday.

- He what?

Uh, well, (stuttering).

Well, where is he now?

- Why, he rode over to the Holcomb ranch.

Come into the house and I'll explain.

(horse trotting)

- All right, old_ timer
(hand patting)

Let's look 'em over.

- Of course, we've got no
proof it was the Holcombs,

but I'll bet a plug nickel
that Jack finds out.

- That chump.

Why didn't he wait until I got here?

- He's not a chump.

And how could he know you were coming?

- That's right, he couldn't.

- [John] Not unless the
governor sent you a wire.

- Uh, he must have overlooked it.

Where is this Holcomb place?

- The first ranch on your
left as you ride south.

- I better give Jack a hand.

(horse trotting)

- Ouch.

- Oh, Ma!

There's somebody at the door.

- Jack Granger!

Well, we, uh, we heard you were home.

Well, it's mighty
neighborly of you to call.

Uh, you remember Lance?

- Sure, I know him.

What happened to your hand, Lance?

- A horse kicked me.

(door thudding)

- You better do something
about that bad horse,

Lance, or you won't have a whole

man left on the place.

- We intend to do
something about it, Jack.

Just what are you doing here?

- To tell you since you've
got your money back,

you'd better hand over that deed.

- I heard you had gone
the stickup game, Jack.

(gunshot banging)

(furniture rustling)

(fist thudding)

(furniture crashing)

(horse trotting)

(bodies thudding)

(fist thuddipg)
(man groaning)

(Tom grunting)

(fist thudding)

(table crashing)

(horse trotting)

(fist thuddipg)
(man groaning)

(fist thudding)

(chair thudding)

(horse trotting)

(cabinet thudd_ing)
(glass shattering)

- Put down that gun, Grandma.

I can shoot the eye out
of a gnat at 40 yards.

What's going on around here?

I'm the law.

- I'm glad you came, Officer.

That man there is Jack Granger,

member of the Tony Marsh gang.

He stuck up the place to get this deed

that his father had signed.

- Well, what have you got to say?

- She's right.

I'm Granger.

(handcuffs clicking)

- I'll hold you to your rights.

Sorry, ma'am, I didn't get here

in time to save your furniture.

Come on, tough guy, get going.

On your way.

(door thudding)

Shove off.

Come on.

Come on.

Now, get aboard.

Come on.

Come on, now.

Get goi"9-

- A fine bunch.

- Don't rub it in.

With Jack in jail, we'll have a free hand.

- We've got nothing.

That candy detective will
be back here just as soon

as he locks up his prisoner.

(horses trotting)

- What's the idea of running away?

Why, I could've captured that
whole gang single handed.

Well, see, one time when
I was In Waco, Texas--

- Yes, I know, you told me all about that.

Now, listen.

We can't round up the Holcombs

unless we establish a motive.

They'd beat us in court.

- You boys saddle up pronto.

This won't be worth a
cent when Jack Granger

starts talking in court.

We've got to get that gold.

- I will, Ma.

- Now, they both mistook me for Jack.

It was the only way to make
Holcomb show their hand.

It was a tough job.

- Don't tell me.

I saw the girl.

- You get a posse from town.

And if I've played my cards right,

those hombres will lead me to the gold.

- [Jerry] Right.

(horses trotting)

(door thudding)

(door slamming)
- What's happened, son?

- Oh, Jack!
- Wait.

I've got to tell you something.

I'm not Jack.

- Well, one of the Holcombs must have

tapped you on the head, boy.

- Granger, your son Jack
was killed two days ago.

I'm Tom Wade of the
Protective Association.

(horses trotting)

I was bringing you the
news of Jack's death

when you mistook me for him.

So I played the part to bring
your enemies into the open.

Jack got your letter.

He was on his way home to help you.

- Well, what are we going to do now?

- Clear out for town at once, both of you.

The gang will be here any minute.

(door thudding)

(horses trotting)

- Come on out, Granger!

(bookcase squeaking)

Stand by.

(door thudding)
(chair rattling)

(door creaking)

(door slamming)

He's vamoosed!

- Probably Jack tipped
off where the mine is.

- [Lance] Ah, we'll find out soon enough.

(bookcase thudding)

(horses trotting)

(door slamming)

(h_orse tr9tti_ng)
(blrds chirping)

- Now, you boys understand,
I just need you as witnesses.

When there's less than six men to take,

I usually handle it alone.

- Have you been bashful
like that all your life?

- Let's go, Wild Bill.

(horses trotting)

(horses trotting)

- Well, it don't look like
there's been anybody here.

(horses trotting)

(birds chirping)

(lantern squeaking)

Bring me the dynamite and fuse.

(birds chirping)

(horses trotting)

- Where's that rip-roaring son of yours?

- Your brother officer, Mr. Wade,

followed the Holcombs
to Yellowhorse Canyon.

- Well, for gosh sakes,
show us to the Yellowhorse.

(horses trotting)

- Don't worry, I've drilled
that hole deep enough

to give us plenty of free gold

if we have to make a getaway.

(box thudding)

(horse trotting)

(birds chirping)

(horse snorting)

(tools thudding)

(birds chirping)

(tools thudding)

- Reach for the ceiling, boys.

- Jack Granger!

- Sorry to have misled you, boys.

Now, stand steady while I take those guns.

(guns thudding)

Granger's dead.

I'm Tom Wade of the Protective.

(chain thudding)

(men rustling)

(horses trotting)

(lantern shattering)

(body thudding)

(man gagging)

(man groaning)

(body thudding)

(horses trotting)

(man groaning)

(shc_>es thud_ding)
(dlrt scraping)

(wood thudding)

(horses trotting)

(man groaning)

(horses trotting)

(fist thuddipg)
(man groaning)

(explosion booming)

(ceiling crashing)

- Oh!

- There's your mine!

(horses trotting)

(wood beams th_udding)
(Tom groaning)

(wood beams clamoring)

(man coughing)

(wood beams clamoring)

(Tom groans)

(wood beams clamoring)

(horses trotting)

(birds chirping)

- [Man] Let's go.

- [Man] The Holcombs!

(wood beams clamoring)

- Thanks for coming, boys.

- [Man] Why, this must be
the fella you said you were.

- Jerry, you better go
and bring Mrs. Holcomb in.

- What, me go after that old woman?

Why, I--
- Why, why, you, you, you

oughta be able to bring her in.

- Yeah, but they, uh, did you see,

oh, all right.
(wood thudding)

- Uh, how, how did you get here?

(suitcase latch clicking)

- Oh, I thought you'd be back.

So Lance bungled it after all, eh?

. YEP-

You're wanted in town.

- Well, Lance never was much account.

Let's go.

- I'm gonna miss my new brother, Tom.

- Uh, suppose we drop
the brot