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(upbeat instrumental music)

(relaxed instrumental music)

,ao Now the cowboy is bold ,ao

,6O And his heart is of gold ,6O

,6O His life is bare of love ,6O

,6O He rides in the night ,6O

,6O And fights for the right ,6O

,6O His roof is the sky above ,6O

,6O He laughs when it rains ,6O

,6O Or it chills the plains ,6O

,6O And he'll come for plenty and song ,6O

,6O Wherever he may roam ,6O

,6O The saddle's his home ,6O

,6O His life of El Dorado ,6O

- Howdy, boys.

- Hi. - Hi, partner.

- [Horseman] Well, here's the mail.

- [Men] Hooray, the mail!

- Hank Edwards?

- [Hank] Thank you, boss.

- Jack Adams.

- Thanks.

- [Horseman] Tom Lansing?

- Here.

- Ain't there none for me?

- Sorry, Banty, nothing doing.

- Gosh, I guess all my women forgot me.

- Not bad news, is it?

- Yes, Banty, Dad's in trouble.

- Your Dad?

- Yeah.

Read it yourself.

- Gee, that is tough news.

What are you gonna do about it?

- Quit the outfit, of course, and see Dad.

- I reckon that's about all you can do.

- Don't say anything to the foreman

what you read in that letter.

- Say, as far as anybody's concerned,

I ain't even read it.

- [Tom] Oh, Mr. Cole.

- What is it, Tom?

- I have to ask you to let me out.

- What do you mean let you out?

- I mean I've got to quit.

- Why, is anything wrong, Tom?

- Oh, no, nothing's wrong here.

Best outfit I ever worked for.

But, well, I just can't tell you, Mr. Cole,

but I've got to get to Cheyenne

on, well, some awfully important business.

- Well, I hate to see you go, Tom,

but if you must, you must.

Here's your time.

You can get it cashed at the ranch office.

I sure hate to lose you.

- Much obliged, Mr. Cole.

- Well, good luck, Tom,

and, remember, you can always be top man in this outfit.

- Thank you, Mr. Cole.

- I wanna quit, too.

- Now what's eating you?

- Well, I'll tell ya, Mr. Cole, I got liver trouble,

and my kidneys ain't as good as they used to be,

and I do think I got a little touch of malaria.

- [Mr. Cole] Well, I guess aside from that,

you're all right.

- No, not exactly.

Sometimes I get black spots in front of my eyes,

and some of these days, I'm just gonna go nuts!

- I think Tom's troubles are your troubles.

All right, Banty, here's your time.

And you can collect along with Tom at the ranch office.

- Aw, thanks, Mr. Cole.

I feel better already.

- Say, what do you mean?

- Well, I'm sick as a dog, Tom,

and I got a vacation coming, anyhow.

- Listen, Banty, are you really sick?

- Now wait a minute, before you start to bawl me out,

you're in trouble.

- Suppose I am?

There's no reason why you should quit your job.

- Well, who helped me out when I got in a jam

with the fat dame?

- Well, you would've been married to her

and have a couple of children, besides.

- That's right.

And who stood by me when I got in a jam

with a skinny dame?

- Well, she would've been married to you.

- Right again.

Well, now you're in trouble.

- Not that kind of trouble, Banty.

- I know, but where you go, I go.

- Think it over, Banty.

You may get in the biggest trouble of your life

if you follow me.

- Say, as long as there ain't no women

connected with it, I'm with you.

- Okay, pal, trouble you'll get.

- Great.

("That Old Rugged Cross" by George Bernard)

- Son, I know that Butcher Wells killed old man Halliday.

I was framed.

- Any witnesses?

- No.

Unless he's found and made to confess,

I can't prove my innocence.

- Any idea where he hangs out?

- Yes.

They make their headquarters at Twin Rock Canyon,

a ghost city, east of the desert.

- I have heard of it,

but I have never been there.

- A man that once goes in there

never comes out again.

- I'm going in, and I'm coming out,

and with Butch Wells right alongside of me.

- Son, it's a dangerous trail you'll be a-riding

and you'll have the toughest gang

in the West to contend with.

- Never mind, Dad, I'm going,

and I'm coming out with Butcher Wells

or not at all.

- [Guard] Your time's up, Lansing.

- Goodbye, Dad.

- Good luck, son.

- Hello, men.

- Hello, Nevada.

- I'm going to tell him right now.

- It's no use, he ain't gonna let you go.

Nobody ever gets away from here without his permission.

- Well, I'm going to.

- Oh.

(knocking)

- [Man] Come in.

Oh, hello, angel face.

What can I do for you?

- I've gotta get outta this place!

- Oh yeah?

- I've got to get to my uncle's ranch.

I've been here for three days now,

and he'll be worried sick!

- So you wanna leave us flat, huh?

- Oh, I appreciate everything you've done for me

since you found me in the desert,

and I'll gladly pay you when I get to my uncle's.

- Sure, and tell everybody about this hideout

and have the law on us?

- Oh, no, I swear I won't!

- You're here and you're going to stay here.

- But you promised to take me out

as soon as I was well again.

- Sit down.

I've changed my mind about you.

- [Woman] What do you mean?

- You look good to me, angel face,

and I got a great big surprise for you.

You're going to be Mrs. Cramer.

- No, no!

- [Cramer] Yes.

- Why, you filthy beast, I'd never marry you!

I'd die first!

- That's the way I like them, regular spitfire.

Kid, you're great.

- Oh, I'm sorry, boss, I didn't know you had company.

- Oh, that's all right, you stay here.

All right, kid, you can run along.

See you later.

- Pretty swell dish, boss.

- Yeah?

And don't you go butting in.

. Me?

Why, I wouldn't think of it.

- Well?

- Rose, I've gotta get away from here,

and you have to help me.

- Sure, I'll help you all I can, honey,

but it won't do a bit of good.

- Well, I'm gonna try anyway.

Could you get me some men's clothes?

- You bet I can, but you're just wasting your time.

- What's new?

- I just got the lowdown on that new gold shipment

that's coming in tomorrow.

- Good.

What time's it to be?

- About 11 :30.

(guns bang)

- Looks like somebody getting away from John Law.

- Yeah, it sure does.

(guns bang)

Looks like he got Mr. Law.

- Yeah.

(hooves clomp)

Looks like he's heading this way.

- [Lookout] Get them up, stranger!

- Hey, stranger.

All right, get them up.

We wanna look you over.

All right, get down.

What's your name?

- I didn't think you fellas would bother about names.

- [Lookout] Oh, yes, we do, mine's Jones.

- Good, mine's Smith.

Born in Arizona, age 29, unmarried,

a birthmark on the left shoulder,

wanted by the law for killing a deputy sheriff.

Anything else you'd like to know?

- [Jones] Yeah, I wonder if you realize

you're in a tough spot without your rights.

- That's why I headed this way.

- [Jones] Guy here just bumped off a John Law.

Says his name is Smith.

- Trouble?

- Plenty.

- You know where you are?

- I have a suspicion.

- So do we.

If you're okay, you won't have to worry.

- That's what I thought.

I'm not worrying.

- [Nevada] What's the idea, Bess, and why the disguise?

- You let me go!

- You go on back. - I won't!

- Hey, you keep outta this.

- I know you're a crook,

but that shouldn't keep you from acting like a man.

- Why, you!

(grunting)

(fleshy thunk) (groanmg)

(grunting)

- Wait a minute, let them fight it out.

(grunting)

(fleshy thunk)

Nevada!

Drop that gun and fight fair.

(grunting)

Wait a minute, you've had enough.

Now what's the argument all about?

- Bess was making a getaway and I stopped her.

This guy butted in.

- Well, angel face, caught in the act, huh?

- I told you I was going to get out of this place!

- Yeah?

Well, you get back to camp.

Go on.

Who are you?

- None of your business.

- Yeah?

Well, I'm making it my business

to find out who's who when they come here.

I'm the law in Twin Rock Canyon.

- Well, I'm here, and what about it?

- What do you want?

- Nothing much, just a hideout for a spell,

til things blow over.

- John Law after you?

- More or less, mostly more.

- Well, I guess we'll take a chance on you.

We're all more or less in the same boat.

- I won't ask any favors.

All I want to do is to work along with you.

- Well, that's all right, too.

We'll soon find out if you mean it.

- I mean it, all right.

- Well, we'll keep this until you prove yourself.

And another thing, my friend, remember,

we share everything except our women.

- I get you.

- Hot diggity dog, it worked.

- Well, you were right, I mussed it.

- Hmm, that's what I was afraid of.

I tell you, that old vinegar sees all and knows all.

- But there was a new man there I never saw before.

He fought Nevada and the guard for me.

- Yeah, but you didn't get away, did you?

- No.

- You're durn right you didn't.

(hooves clomp)

- You boys go to your cabins.

Smith, make yourself at home.

Take that third cabin up there, it's empty.

- [Tom] Much obliged.

- Rose.

- [Rose] Yes?

- There's the man I told you about.

I'm going over and thank him for trying to help me.

- Well, vamoose, I'll get the water.

- [Bess] I wanna thank you for your help.

- Why, that's all right.

Smith's my name, Tom Smith, Tom for short.

- Say, Cramer, that new fella will bear watching.

I don't like him.

- (chuckles) Well, anyhow, he can fight some.

And I got an idea to make him my top man,

in your place. (chuckles)

- But how did you get in this place?

- Well, I was on my way to my uncle's ranch

across the desert, and I lost the trail.

There was no water.

I rode on for two more days,

trying to find the trail, and then my horse died.

I was out of my mind when Cramer and his men picked me up.

- And then they brought you here?

- [Rose] Yes.

Cramer said he'd take me to my uncle

as soon as I was able to travel again,

and now he won't let me go.

- Cramer.

Something I wanna show you.

- And he wants to marry me.

- [Cramer] Fast worker, ain't you?

- What do you mean "fast worker?"

- I told you we shared everything except our women.

- Yeah, I got you the first time,

but I haven't had the pleasure yet

of meeting your lady friend.

- Trying to be funny, eh?

- Not at all.

The only ladies are met are the cook and Miss Roberts here.

- Yeah?

Well, Miss Roberts happens to be my--

- No, no, I'm not!

- I guess you made a mistake.

- Mistake nothing.

And you keep away if you wanna keep healthy.

- Talking big with your equalizer.

- Equalizer?

- Oh, you're just another bad man

who can't be tough without his gun.

- You take that back!

- Forget your gun and then make me take it back.

(gun clatters)

- All right, come on, you cheap cowboy.

- Winner take all?

- Take all what?

- The woman.

- All right, and anything goes.

(clattering)

- [Townsman] Kick him kick him!

- Go on, get up there. - Go on, get up!

- Come on. - Come on, fight again!

Go on, punch him now.

Come on, let's see some blood.

- [Townsman] Come on, get up, come on, get up.

Come on, get up and fight.

Come on!

Pour it on him.

Now give it, get up, get up, Cramer.

- [Townsman] Come on, boss.

Come on, finish him, Cramer. - Come on.

Blood!

Finish him.

Get him, Cramer.

Now go on, stomp him.

Come on, get up and fight!

- [Townsman] Come on, boss, get up, come on.

Come on, boss.

Come on.

- [Townsman] Go on and fight!

Go on, fight!

Come on now!

(townspeople shouting)

Come on, get up there, get up there!

Go on!

(townspeople shouting)

Fight!

Fight!

Fight back, get up, come on!

(townspeople shouting)

What is this , what is this?

Come on!

Get up!

(townspeople shouting)

Fight, fight!

Fight back, get up there.

(townspeople shouting)

- Well, that's enough.

You win.

She's yours now.

- Fair enough.

- Where's the parson?

- What for?

- To marry you to your woman.

- I'm still asking, what for?

- Well, that's the law here,

so that no one can steal the other fella's woman.

- I see.

So you fellas trust each other.

Well, suits me.

- All right.

- [Parson] I hereby pronounce you man and wife.

(townspeople cheer)

(guns bang)

- The bouillon wagon is on the way.

- All right, boys, get mounted!

You, too, Smith.

- Well, wife, see you later.

- Give him his gun, Nevada.

We're gonna take a chance on you, Smith.

(hooves clomp)

Nevada, now listen,

you get over there and cover me from over there.

Smith, you cover me from those willows.

- Right.

- Boys, come on.

- I'll stay here, you get up behind them willows.

- Banty, I'm glad you waited.

There's a bouillon shipment coming in,

and these folks are after it.

- Yeah?

- Here.

Now remember, don't let anything be seen but the hat.

- Good luck, Tom!

(thudding)

- Nevada's got us covered.

And Smith's in his place.

(wagon clatters)

Reach for the sky!

(gun bangs)

(shouting)

(gun bangs)

(guns bang)

(wagon rumbles)

(guns bang)

- Remember now, be ready, and wait for my signal.

' L 90¢ YOU, pal.

- Hey, what was the idea of your crabbing the show?

And I suppose you don't know

you almost killed me and Dick?

- It wasn't me, boss, I was knocked out.

- Knocked out, who knocked you out?

- I don't know, I just come to a few minutes ago.

- Yeah, you're crazy.

I saw you plain as day behind that bush.

And Smith was following along behind the willows.

And it was your gun that was doing the barking.

- I ain't lying, boss.

Honest, it wasn't me.

- Yeah, never mind, I'll find the truth,

and, when I do, whoever done this better start praying.

Dick, you and Smith relieve the boys at Twin Rocks.

The rest of you boys get back to camp.

- All right. - See you later, vamoose.

Yeah, for the love of Mike, what made you do it?

- It wasn't me, boss,

but I got my suspicions who might of done it.

- "U"'U'ho?

- That new guy Smith.

- Ah, you're nuts.

Why, I seen him as plain as day behind the willows.

- Just the same, I'm gonna stick around here

and do a little investigating.

- All right, I'll go along with you.

(hooves clomp)

- Whoa!

All right, Smith, we'll relieve you for a while.

(hooves clomp)

- Where's Bess, my wife?

- I don't know.

- Well, what do you mean you don't know?

What happened?

- Well, Cramer and one of his men took her away.

- Where to? - They grabbed her

and carried her off.

- Where to?

- They took her to Parson Jones' cabin.

- Where's Parson Jones' cabin?

- Yonder.

But I wouldn't go there if I was you.

They might be watching.

Oh, gosh.

(knocking)

- Listen, if either one of you say a word,

I'll blow you to pieces.

(knocking)

Hold on, hombre, you're going with me.

- All right, all right.

- Quick, put him in here in the closet.

Why, you're Tom Lansing, aren't you?

- How did you know?

- I knew you when you were a kid,

and I know your dad well.

Why, I've been praying night and day

for you to come here, and my prayer has been answered.

- What's all this got to do with me?

- I was the only witness when Cramer killed old Halliday,

and your dad got the blame for the murder.

- Cramer.

Why, Dad told me it was Butcher Wells.

- Yes, Butcher Wells, that Kirk Cramer, one and the same.

Your dad doesn't know, but I saw everything.

Then Cramer and his gang caught me and put me here.

- Can you prove that my dad is innocent?

- Yes.

- There's only one way for us to get out of here.

Now listen to me.

(gun bangs)

- That's the signal for the kangaroo court.

(gun bangs)

- Kangaroo court?

- Yes, that means that someone

is going to be court-martialed and die.

- Die, what for?

- Whenever Cramer and his gang suspect

a traitor in the camp, that's what they always do.

(gun bangs)

- I might as well go now before they come after me.

Now, remember, do as I told you.

- Yes.

(gun bangs)

- Oh, that chair's for Smith.

Let me have your gun.

Sit down.

I guess this is the first kangaroo court you ever sat in.

- It is.

- Well, I hope it won't be your last.

- what's it all about?

- You'll find out soon enough.

Men, there's a double-crosser amongst us.

And whoever the guilty one is,

he's had his chance to come clean.

All right, Nevada, bring him in.

Well, John Law, I'll give you one chance to save your skin.

- I'm no John Law,

and I ain't worrying about my skin.

- Well, we got ways of making him worry.

Now you'd better come across and tell us

which of these men is in cahoots with you.

- You're just wasting your time and breath.

I ain't got no partners here.

- All right, men, let's vote.

- [Criminal] I say bump him off.

- [Criminal] Yeah, give him the works.

- [Criminal] Curtains, rub him out!

I'll say so.

- And what do you say, Smith?

- This is my answer, reach for the sky!

Banty, take their hardware.

Come on, Butcher Wells,

you're coming with me.

- Butcher Wells?

What do you mean, Butcher Wells?

- Yes, Butcher Wells,

the man who killed old man Holiday

and framed my father for it.

- You're Tom Lansing? - Right!

And it's a pity I've got to take you back alive.

- You won't take me out, dead or alive.

- Come on.

The first man who shows himself

out of this cabin gets popped!

Understand?

Banty, take Cramer with you and get Bobbit.

- [Banty] Right, get out.

- [Tom] Parson, take the girls to the horses.

I'll keep you covered.

(guns bang)

(hooves clomp)

(guns bang)

(hooves clomp)

- Tom's horse, that's the signal.

(hooves clomp)

(guns bang)

(hooves clomp)

(guns bang)

(hooves clomp)

(guns bang)

(hooves clomp)

(guns bang)

- Nevada and Cramer got away,

and Tom's gone after them.

- Boys, you take care of these fellas.

Jack, come along with me.

(hooves clomp)

- [Man] Get up, get going, get going now.

(hooves clomp)

(gun bangs)

(hooves clomp)

(grunting)

(hooves clomp)

- Take care of that fella.

Hurry UP-

(grunting)

- Well, Sheriff, I've got the man I wanted.

- We got the rest of the gang.

- Take him back to the settlement.

- [Sheriff] Come on, get up.

("Old Folks at Home" by Stephen Foster)

- I thought I'd have to spend

the rest of my life in that place,

and I would have if Tom hadn't come along.

- Yes, and I would've spent the rest of my days

in jail if it wasn't for him.

- Well, it goes to prove the power of prayer.

- Yes, especially if it's backed up

by a two-fister and loyal son like my boy Tom.

- You know, I just happened to think,

Parson Jones said he could have our marriage annulled.

- Why?

- Because it was performed under a threat.

- Well, what of it?

- Oh, nothing.

Only, I thought, that we could get

unmarried if you wanted to.

- Well, if you do, Tom Lansing,

I'll never marry you again!

- Is that right? - Mm hmm.

- Look at that.

What do you say we try some of that?