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(upbeat orchestral music)

(crowd cheering)

- [Man] Well, I gotta see that.

(crowd cheering)

- I'll bet you 10 bucks your buddy can't ride it.

(crowd cheering)

- I'll bet you 10 that, that,

that, that, that-

(people laughing)

(laughs)

I'll b-b-bet you the bet goes bad.

- Why, you did make the bet.

- No, no, sir, I didn't bet.

- Oh, I thought you was a sport.

(crowd cheering)

- Come on, Kenny!

- Hold, Tarzan, hold!

- Good ride, Ranger.

- He gave me a ride and he bucked me off aside!

(all chattering)

- Ken!

Gee, that was great!

I told those buzzards you could do it.

Why, I even tried to put a bet on you,

but they wouldn't take it.

- Yeah, well, I wasn't so sure myself.

You know, he did buck me off, at that.

- Yeah, no, he did, but you got right back on him.

- Yeah.

- Oh, say,

L-Le-letter for you, just came in.

- Thanks.

- It's from dad.

Good.

I haven't had a letter for a long time now.

- [Repeater] B-b-bad news?

- Liable to be.

For somebody.

- W-wh-what are you packing for, Ken?

- I've asked the captain for a leave of absence.

What are you up to, Repeater?

- I'm getting a Le-Le-leave of absence too.

- No, you're not.

Now listen here, kid.

I'm sure much obliged to you, for your good intentions.

But I'd be a poor sort of a pal

if I'd let you in on this job.

Now, come on, get out of here!

Come on!

Come on!

Out!

Come on! - Cut it out!

- You're worse than old Mully Calhoun.

Come on!

Come on, get out of here!

- Listen. - Come on, you can't go.

Now, go on.

- I wanna go with you.

- Hi! - Howdy.

How do you do?

- Hi!

- Good morning, Miss Mary!

Is your dad coming into town today?

- No.

- Well, then I reckon I have to ride out to his place.

- You're just borrowing trouble

if you set foot on our ranch, Mr. Neville.

- Well, I'll have to take the chance,

for I just got to talk with your dad.

- I wouldn't, if I were you.

- I figure I just found out for sure

who these cattle rustlers are.

- Haven't you known all the time, Mr. Neville?

We never missed any of our stock until you came in.

- Miss Mary, I never stole any of your cattle

any more than your father stole mine.

- My father, steal cattle?

- Well, I'm sorry to say I thought so.

Why, I sent for my son to help me catch him at it.

- Why. you, you!

- And I found out different, just recent.

- Howdy.

- Howdy, Mr. Collins. - Hello there, boss.

- Howdy, boys. - Take a hand?

- Maybe a little later, Jim.

Hi, everybody.

- I'm setting a trap to catch the hombre

that I suspicion's been doing all this rustling.

Well, goodbye, Miss Mary.

I hope we all get to be good friends again.

- Good morning, Miss Mary!

- Good morning, Rance.

- Surprised me to see you talking friendly with him.

- Hardly friendly.

He claims that he can prove

someone else is stealing hls and dad's cattle

and making them suspect each other.

- Sounds to me like he's up to some new scheme.

- He's on his way out now to talk to dad,

but he won't fool him any.

(laughs)

- Of course he won't.

Can I help you?

- Uh-huh.

Oh!

I've got a lot of shopping to do, so I guess I'd better go.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

- Listen, Rawhide.

Neville claims to be on to our game.

- Who'd he tell?

- The Warner gal.

I was just talking to her.

- Did he mention any names?

- No, but he probably will.

He's on his way out to see old man Warner now.

- What could he have learned?

- I don't know.

But I'm aiming to find out.

Come on.

- Where are we going?

- ~Trailing.

In on the Warner diggings.

You can stand guard and give me warning

if you see anybody coming.

Come on.

- Stop right where you are, Neville.

That gate's your deadline.

- Well, that depends, I reckon,

on whether I cross it as a friend or an enemy.

- That's the only way any member of your tribe

could get on this ranch alive.

Why, you-

- That's why I've done it.

You see, I got to have a talk with you

about something important.

- I don't talk with cattle rustlers,

not when I know it.

- No more do I.

But I've just found out

that neither of us two old fools is such.

- You stay here and keep your eye on the road.

- All right, boss.

- All right.

I'm wiling to listen to your talk, Neville.

Come on in.

Sit down, Neville.

- [Neville] While I was a-hunting for some strays,

I seen a shack tucked away like it wanted to be hid.

And there's your foreman and my foreman

and this here buzzard they call Rawhide.

They're coming out together a-carrying branding irons.

- Neville, you don't-

- Wait, that ain't all.

They get on their horses and down the gully at the east,

they met up with this here Rance Collins.

- You don't mean that you suspect Collins.

- Plenty.

I dropped into his office casual-like the next day

to say howdy.

And there I seen some envelopes

postmarked to and from Nevada.

I reckon that maybe he was known there.

So I telegraphed a friend of mine

who got caught in the Nevada gold rush

and asked him if he knew Collins and if so, what about him.

And what he told me

will probably have you thinking like I do about Collins.

- [Man] You mean that he didn't

have a good reputation there?

- It seems he got out just ahead of the sheriff.

Here's the answer I got.

(gun firing)

(gun firing)

- You get in the hills and stay hidden for a spell.

There's no chance of them suspicioning me.

- What happened?

- What do you suppose?

Get going!

- All right, boss.

- How do you do?

- What is it, Rance?

- Why, I got to worryin' over what you said

about Neville heading this way.

You know, he's dangerous.

- I reckon Father can take care of himself.

- Why, I suppose so, but I'm going along with you

to see that everything's all right.

- All right.

Come on.

- I'll carry 'em in for you, Miss Mary.

- Oh, thank you, Rance.

Father!

Father!

Father!

Father!

Rance!

Rance!

- What is it?

- Father!

Oh, father!

(Mary weeping)

Father!

Neville did it.

Neville!

He did it!

(Mary crying)

(whistling)

- Howdy, partner.

- Howdy.

- You tell me where Clem Neville lives?

- Tell you where he did live.

- Did live?

Why, has he moved?

- Reckon you could call it that,

seeing as he was buried this morning.

- Buried?

You can't mean Clem Neville.

- I thought everybody heard about him and old Warner

shooting one another up last Monday.

- I'm just a stranger riding in town.

Do you mind telling me how it all happened?

- Seems like Neville went out to make trouble with Warner

and he got just as much as he gave.

- Man, that can't be right.

Why, I-

- I'm just telling you what I hear.

Warner's daughter gets home from town

and finds the both bodies plugged,

with their guns in their hands.

- Whoa, boy.

Miss Warner?

Well, I know it's gonna be mighty distressful for you

to answer any questions, but I come to learn

about the shooting last Monday.

. Why-

- You see, we figure

there's more than one rustler mixed up in this.

There's a whole gang of them.

A whole ring of them.

And the Cattlemen's Association sent me out

to do a little investigating.

- Well, what is it you want to know?

- Could I see the room where, where it happened?

- Yes.

This way.

- Thank you.

- Well, oh.

My father was lying there,

and over here was,

was...

(weeping)

That Neville did it.

I know he did.

- What makes you think so, miss?

Well, he told me in town he was coming out.

And I asked him not to!

- Did he say what he was coming out for?

- Yes.

He claimed that he knew who the real rustlers where.

But it was a lie, I know it was.

It was only a scheme to,

to, do what he, did.

(crying)

- Of course, I know what it is to lose a father, miss.

I don't wanna ask you any more questions than I can help.

You just answer me the best way you can, will you?

- I'm all right now, I,

I really want to help.

- Do you know whether Neville told anybody else

about these rustlers?

And did you tell anybody?

I mean, before you came out from town that day.

- Why,

only Rance Collins.

- Collins?

Do you know him very well?

- He's one of my best friends.

- I see.

- Why, he, he was with me when I found father and Neville.

- Oh, he came out from town with you, then?

- No, he overtook me when I turned In on our road.

- Uh-huh.

Well, I'm much obliged, miss.

Maybe I'll be seeing you again.

And, I wish you wouldn't tell anybody

about what I've been asking you.

To any of your friends.

They might tell somebody else

and I can work better if it's kinda secret-like, you know?

- All right, I won't mention it.

- Thanks.

- Oh, just a minute.

Mr. Neville said that his son was coming here.

Maybe he's one of this rustling ring

that you're speaking of.

- Why,

well,

well I'll, I'll certainly try to find out about it.

Thanks.

Goodbye, miss.

- Goodbye.

- You want something, stranger?

- I just dropped in to find a way to town's all.

- Oh, if that's all you're looking for,

you'll find it straight down that road.

- Down that way, huh?

- Yes.

- Much obliged.

(all chattering)

- Name your poison, stranger.

- I'll have a little of that rotgut, I guess.

- That do it?

- I'm just calling you, Collins, to keep you on it.

Beats old Harry how you draw those cards.

- Yeah, I'm pretty lucky tonight.

- [Man] He sure bets 'em when he gets 'em.

(all chattering)

- Call it.

- Hiya, boys. - Hello, Black.

- Take my hand for a minute, Curly.

- Okay, boss.

Now I'll get some of my money back.

- [Man] Yeah, you just think you will.

- I'm heading for Blind Canyon.

Any message for the boys?

- Yeah.

Tell 'em we need 200 head of beeves,

and I don't care where you get 'em.

' L 90¢ you.

- How you doing? - Hi, boys.

- Hi, Black. - Howdy, Black.

- How you coming with branding, Rawhide?

- All done, except for 50 head in Dark Canyon.

Slim and Curly's attendin' to them now.

- 50 head?

Collins says he has to have at least 200 head,

and you boys have got to get them.

- Where are we going to get 200 head?

- Shh.

Hm.

I thought I heard something.

- Where are we gonna pick up these 200 head?

- We've got it all figured out.

I'll have the boys

move some of the Warner steers on to the back range.

Then they'll be right handy for you.

- Put 'em up!

- Don't shoot, Ken, ain't no-no-nobody but me.

- Repeater!

What are you doing here?

- Well, I figured it might be tougher than you thought,

that's why I'm here.

- I'll have to sit in on the next hand.

- We've got plenty of room for ya.

- Make your cards. - How many cards do you want?

- Give me three. - Three?

- How many do you want, Buck? - Two.

I want a whole lay.

- Didn't I tell you not to come?

If I had wanted you, I would've brought you.

I told you this is my job.

- B-b-but, l-li-listen-

- Listen nothing.

Now listen.

- Who's batting hands? - Well, I'll raise you five.

- I'll take it. - What do you say, Roy?

- [Roy] I'll raise you ten.

- Be still.

Come along.

Let's lay low for a little.

Then we make a getaway.

Come on, hide down.

Lay down.

- Come on, boys.

Don't let them get away now.

(all shouting)

- Come on!

Get on.

Go, go, go!

(all shouting)

- Hey, Tom.

Let go of me.

Where's the gold?

- Come on, boys, out.

Get the horses!

Come on, boys.

They've gone.

And so are the horses.

- There they go.

Dad-burned horse thieves!

I wish I had my rifle.

- What did he do with our horses?

(all chattering)

(knocking on door)

- Come in.

- Howdy, Mr. Collins.

- I usually don't shake

without proper introduction, stranger.

(laughing)

- Why, names never did count much with me.

Different sheriffs call me differently.

Wherever I find it necessary to shed a handle,

I usually fall back on Smith, temporarily.

- What do you want?

- I come riding into town yesterday,

prospecting for plunder.

I was getting downright discouraged

till I heard Rance Collins was in town.

- What are you driving at?

I figured that wherever you pitched your camp,

there be not only plenty of beans to be had,

but plenty of sowbelly to go with them.

We ain't never met up before, have we?

- No.

I usually been getting in these places

right after you left.

Seems like the sheriff has been forgetting you

to worry about me.

I was that way in Wyoming,

Colorado, up in the Jackson Hole country.

A lot of places.

That's why I figured you wouldn't be here

unless it was good pickings, savvy?

- You're thinking of some other Collins, stranger.

- Now, listen, Collins.

Ain't no use to two fellas like us try to fool one another.

I don't know what your game is,

but I figure it's a good one.

And you will find me a mighty good sidekick

while you're playing it.

- Stick 'em up!

Y-you're under arrest.

'Wh . - Ah¥

Hold your hands right where they are.

- Don't figure on getting very far with me, do you, kid?

- No one's slick enough to get away

once a ranger gets 'em covered.

- What's the idea, Ranger?

- I'm aiming to take this here Red River Gantz

back to El Paso.

- Red River Gantz?

- Yeah.

The p-particular crime I'm arresting him for

is killing and robbing a young fellow

by the name of Kenneth Neville.

- He killed Kenneth Neville?

- And there was more than 20 witnesses to the shooting.

- Well, that's good.

I mean, I'm glad they caught him.

- Oh, you don't know the half of it.

Say.

Do you think you can hold this moose for me

while I get the handcuffs out of my saddlebag?

- Sure.

- It's a long chance, letting him out of my sight,

but I reckon I gotta take it.

Keep that little round hole pointed right at his wishbone.

And if he sneezes, pull the trigger,

throw the gun at him, hit him with a chair.

Yell for help and run like hallelujah.

I'll b-b-be right back.

- Rest easy, partner.

Sit down.

So you're Red River Gantz, the bold, bad outlaw.

Caught like a little boy stealing apples

by a stuttering boob ranger.

- He ain't got me in the hoosegow yet.

He's not likely to.

(Collins laughing)

Hold it right where you are, Collins!

- I wondered you didn't have an ace in the hole.

A man don't get your reputation

unless he can think, as well as shoot.

- We're teaming up then, huh?

Where are you going?

- To get this rope.

- What's that for?

- Well, it'll look better if I'm tied up and gagged

when the ranger finds you missing.

- You don't have to worry about him.

I'm settling accounts with him right now.

- But you can't shoot a ranger in my saloon!

- Oh, can't I?

- Yes, but-

- But nothing.

When the smoke clears away,

you'll find you have me for a partner

and everybody thinking I'm a ranger.

There he is now.

You stay out of this and let me handle it personally.

Stop where you are, Gantz.

You're under arrest for murder.

Gentlemen, yonder stands Red River Gantz.

- N-n-nothing of the sort.

I1

- You're Red River Gantz,

and you gonna show these boys just how tough you are.

Better go for your gun, if you got any nerve.

(gun firing)

That hombre got any friends that wanna back up his play?

- No. - Not me, Ranger.

- [Man] We have to take him out of here.

- Sure got him.

(all murmuring)

- Does anybody out here thinks

he can outguess a ranger, boys?

This oughta be a pretty good lesson.

- It is to me. - Sure is.

- Awful sorry I messed your place up, Mr. Collins.

- That's all right, Ranger.

- I'll be getting this garbage right out, though.

- Can I help you, Ranger?

- Oh, you boys just stay here

and see that the bartender has the drinks all fixed up

when I get back.

(all chattering)

I'm gonna have this carcass.

We'll take it outside and box it up.

Sheriff in El Paso will be mighty glad

to get a hold of him.

Oh, he's a heavy one.

You sure gonna find (indistinct).

(all chattering)

- [Man] That shows that bad men

ain't never as bad as they're painted.

- Stand up, Repeater.

Whew, wow, but you're a heavy!

Say, that looks like the real McCoy.

You're bleeding to death.

- You done it so natural,

for a minute I thought I was dead.

(laughing)

I'll never be able to look

another ketchup bottle in the face again.

- Well, I hope it turns out all right,

even if it ain't a card in the hole.

- It's a card in the Heinz.

And there's 57 reasons why it'll work out okay, Ken.

(laughing)

- Now, listen.

You stick around, watch your chance to make a getaway.

I'm going back to Collins.

Savvy?

(all chattering)

- What wrecked you, Black?

- Got something to tell you, Collins.

- Well, come on.

- Say, a couple of snoopers surprised us

at the hideout last night.

- Yeah?

What happened?

- I don't think they overheard nothing.

We discovered them too quick.

- What did you do, plant 'em?

- No, we fought with them, but they got flung away.

They even scattered our horses, so we couldn't trail them.

- They did, huh?

Would you know them again if you seen them?

- No, not if I just seen 'em.

But if I hear them again, I might.

- Why?

- One of them stuttered.

- Well, you don't have to worry about him.

The ranger Gantz just shot stuttered terrible.

- Gantz?

- Yeah.

He just plugged him.

- That's good.

I wish I could find out who that other hombre was.

I'd like to plug him myself.

- [Bartender] Come on, Randy, your drinks are ready.

- There's Gantz now.

(all chattering)

- Say, that's the fella I saw at the ranch, snooping around.

- Are you sure?

- Sure.

Of course, he may have been telling the truth

when he said he just wanted to know

the directions into town.

But it didn't look that way to me.

- Here he comes.

Let me do the talking.

Gantz, this is Black.

- Howdy.

- Hi. - Do I know you?

- I was just telling him

how slick you checked out that ranger.

- Oh!

- The two of us figure on cutting you in

on rounding up some cows.

Without paying no particular attention

to brands.

- Satisfactory if profitable.

- We got a notion to put you out on the Warner ranch

with him.

- Why, you're the doctor.

- You know where the Warner ranch is?

- Warner ranch?

Oh!

Warner ranch.

I guess that's where I stopped the other day

to ask the way to town.

That where I seen you, wasn't it?

- Yeah.

- I thought we'd met somewhere before,

right from the first.

Your face has changed a lot, though, since then.

- You better get going, Gantz.

Black will ride out with you.

- Come on.

- So long!

- So long.

(whistling)

- Let me help you, Miss Mary.

Where do you want it?

- Right there.

- How's that?

- That's just fine, thank you.

It hardly seems right

for the ranger that outdrew Red River Gantz

to be doing housework.

- Well, you see, Miss Mary,

I never did hardly know what home life was.

I guess that's the reason I enjoy helping you with yours.

- Hardly seems like home anymore.

- I guess I know how you feel, all right.

Is that the way you want it?

- That's right, thank you.

You know,

sometimes I wish that Neville's son wasn't dead.

- Well, why?

- Then maybe I could take out some of what's inside of me,

hating him.

- Hate's a mighty harsh word, Miss Mary.

- It's all right for you to talk that way,

but if someone murdered your father...

- I guess I'd never give up trying

till I found out who it was for sure.

- But I am sure!

- Sometimes, Miss Mary, it's awful hard to tell

what we're sure of and what we just think we're sure of.

- Are you defending Neville against me?

- Miss Mary, if the time ever comes,

you'll find that I'll be defending you

against the whole world.

- Pardon me.

- Let me help.

Where do you want it?

- Right there.

- Smell good, don't they?

- Oh.

- Gosh, I'm sorry.

- That's all right.

I didn't like it much anyway.

- Let me pick it up.

- Ouch!

- Cut yourself?

- Uh-huh.

- Your hand is bleeding.

Here, let me tie it up.

Can't hurt much.

- Whoa!

- Howdy, Collins. - Hello, Black.

Say, where's our ranger?

- I reckon he's up at the house, talking to the girl.

That's where he spends most of his time.

- How's that?

Does that feel all right?

- Uh-huh.

- Not too tight.

It's all my fault.

- [Collins] Excuse me if I'm butting in on anything.

- Oh!

Hello, Rance!

- She cut her finger.

.Bad?

- Not very, no.

- I'd like to have a few words with you.

Miss Mary'll excuse us.

- Why, of course.

- Sure.

- Thanks.

- Goodbye, Miss Mary.

- Goodbye.

- Say,

you were supposed to be out, Gantz,

seeing that the cattle are on their way.

200 head are needed at Blue Rock Pass.

Tonight, ready for delivery.

- I savvy.

I'll tend to it right away.

- All right.

Now, I want you to meet me tonight, at the saloon,

and we'll ride out together.

- Sure.

All right.

(Mary gasps)

. why---

Oh, Rance!

He's been fooling us.

Look, he left this on the desk.

- Why, Mary, it can't be.

- But it is.

Look for yourself.

He's a Neville, Rance, I know he is,

and he's planning something.

- Yeah,

that's certain.

I'll get into town right away with this.

Now, don't worry, he won't get away with anything.

And if he comes back here before going to town,

don't let on you know anything.

- I won't.

- Hello, kid.

Now, listen.

I'm riding out to the pass with Collins.

He wants to be there in person

to tend to the selling of them cattle.

All you gotta do, Repeater,

is to get the sheriff and his posse together,

be out there by 10 o'clock and round the whole gang up.

- Got it?

You know you can depend on me, Ken.

- All right, I'll be seeing you later.

- You sure will. - Get along.

- Are you sure, boss?

- He's young Neville, all right,

and he's expecting us to walk into a trap.

That means we can't deliver

no beef to your boss tonight, Arkansas.

We're gonna be too busy getting rid of that ranger.

- I guess that's right.

- Yeah.

You'll drive up to the pass, Curly,

and scatter them cattle.

All the sheriff will find when he gets there

is a lot of cow tracks.

- I'll tend to them, all right.

- Yeah.

That ranger knows too much already.

- Which he won't be able to spill

on any witness stand when we get through with him.

He'll be here tonight to ride out with us.

And he ain't got no idea how long a trip he's gonna take.

(men laughing)

Now, you boys scatter and I'll see you tonight.

(all chattering)

- Howdy, Miss Mary.

I'm back again.

- Why, yes.

- I'm hoping to have good news

for both of us before morning.

- You are?

- Yeah.

I'm sorry I can't tell you more about it now.

Everything turns out like I'm expecting,

my job here will be finished.

Of course, that'll mean

my reporting back to headquarters.

- Oh.

I suppose they'll be pinning a medal on you or something?

- Medal?

Oh, no.

It'll mean they'll be sending me off

to chase more rustlers and the like, that's all.

Gee, I was kinda hoping

you'd want me to be drifting back this way sometime,

to say howdy.

- Why, why, of course.

If you want to.

- That's the only thing in the world

I will be wanting to do.

- Miss Warner!

Miss Warner!

While I was out hunting some of my strays,

I passed your back fence.

The bars was down.

Looked like somebody was running off your stock.

- Are you sure, Mr. Brown?

- From the tracks, it looked that way.

Well, I must hurry on.

- So that's why you've been fooling me.

- Fooling you?

- Yes.

- So you could steal my cattle without my suspecting you.

- You don't think I'm a cattle rustler, do you?

- You're worse.

You and your father.

- Miss Mary, I can explain.

- Stay away from me.

I hate you.

- Miss Mary, please.

(door closes)

- I wonder where he's at.

- Well, don't worry.

He'll be here, all right.

- There you are, Mr. Collins. - All right.

Put that back, Slim.

We will handle this funeral nice and private-like,

back there.

- All right.

- But first I wanna find out just what he told the sheriff.

- Yeah. - You're right, boss.

- Now, don't anybody draw a gun until I give the word.

- Whoa, boy.

- There he is now.

Come on, Black.

Now, listen.

You fellas drift in nice and casual-like,

one and two at a time.

- All right. - Yeah.

(all chattering)

- Howdy, boys. - Howdy!

(all chattering)

- I reckon I'll take charge of you

till the boss gets out here.

- Hey, Ranger!

The boss is looking for you in the backroom.

- All right.

Been waiting long?

- No, not very long.

- Hello, Black. - Hello, Ranger.

- Howdy, Collins. - Howdy.

- Sorry I'm late. - That's all right.

No hurry.

Sit down!

- Hadn't we better be drifting?

- Oh, have a drink first.

My special bottle.

May be a long time

before you taste anything like this again, Gantz.

(laughing)

- What's the joke?

- Slim's always that way when he's had one too many.

There you are.

- Thanks.

What's the matter?

Aren't you fellas drinking?

- Oh, sure.

Here you are, Black.

You've had enough, Slim.

Well,

here's to your health, Gantz.

May it always be good.

And you death, an easy one.

(all chattering)

- [Man] Come on, hand that on down.

- Here's how. - Howdy.

- Hello! - Hello, Bosco.

- Hello, Rance.

- Have another?

- No, thanks, I've had enough.

- What, so soon?

After I opened my special bottle for you?

Maybe Buck will have it.

We've all been drinking to Gantz's health.

- Sure.

Here's how!

- Howdy, men! - Hello.

- Howdy.

- Roy! - Howdy.

- Bud, how are you? - How are you?

- What is this, Rance, a party?

- Yeah, Gantz.

Your party-

- Quit your fooling.

We gotta be going.

- Well, I ain't sure we better go.

I heard the sheriff was headed

towards Blue Rock Pass this afternoon.

- How can he know anything about that?

- I wonder.

Maybe we got a skunk in this outfit.

- You mean somebody's been blabbing?

- Looks that way.

What would you do with them?

Well,

the only thing I know to do to put a man away permanently

is lead.

- That's just the way the rest of the boys feel.

Come on, Neville, out with it.

What have you told the sheriff?

- Say, what's eating on you, Rance?

- You can't fool me none.

You better talk, and talk fast.

- [Neville] You don't surely think-

(glass shattering)

(all shouting)

- Where did he go? - There he goes.

- [Man] There he is, boys, get him.

There he goes!

(gun firing)

All right, boys, come on!

(all shqu_ting) (gun firing)

- [Man] Gather a few men around the corner

and get him up there.

- Whoa!

Whoa!

- Giddy-UP!

- There he goes.

Boys!

Get after him.

$5000 to the man who brings back his carcass.

(all shouting)

We'd better stick here and pack for a getaway.

If Neville gets out alive,

this climate won't be healthy for us.

- You're right, boss.

- Come on.

(gun firing)

(gun firing)

(gun firing)

(gun firing)

(gun firing)

- Here, here!

Come here.

- There he is, in there! - Let's get him.

- [Man] There he is.

There he is, up there.

(all shouting)

- [Man] Break it down!

(all shouting)

- Where did he go?

- He must've taken to the hills.

- Let's go get him. - Come on!

- Come on, Black.

Let's go.

(glass shattering)

- [Man] Where is he? - In here, boys.

Quick!

- Taken the law a long time to catch up with you.

- But it ain't me you want.

It's him!

Arrest him for shooting that ranger.

- W-w-what ranger?

What ranger was that that got shot up?

Hello, Ken.

- Repeater!

- I-I-I was a little late

trying to p-p-persuade this buzzard to talk.

But he finally told

it was Collins that murdered your father.

- Why, give me,

- Stick 'em up!

- Guess that's all we need to know, Sheriff.

- Now get going

Take him along, boys.

Come on. - Get out.

- Well, now that this is all cleaned up,

I reckon you'll be drifting back to headquarters.

- Reckon I will, Sheriff.

- Well, so long.

- So long.

Miss Maw!

- Oh!

Oh, I was afraid they'd kill you!

- No, I'm all right.

But gee, I wish you'd let me do some explaining

before I leave.

- I'm the one that should do the explaining

and apologizing, too.

- Didn't you say you was drifting, Neville?

- No, Sheriff.

I'm staying.

Permanent.

- I-I-I'm staying too, Sheriff,

'cause I,

I, I gotta take care of both of 'em.

(both laughing)

(upbeat orchestral music)