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(upbeat folk music)

- I don't think we're going to have

any trouble scaring them homesteaders out.

All you have to do is to point a gun at 'em,

and they'll run like jackrabbits.

- You're wasting your time, Dad.

The only way to get rid of them

land-grabbers is to riddle their hides.

- Clay, some of these days that itchy trigger finger

of yours is going to get you into a heap of trouble.

I don't want to hear anymore of this killer talk.

The men elected me head of the Cattleman's Association,

because they believed in my advice.

And we're going to handle this thing like real men.

(thuds)

- Wonder what that was?

- Might be another one of those threats.

Careful how you open the door, Joel.

(door slams)

Well, reads just the same as the rest of 'em.

"Your last warning.

Get out of Paradise Valley before sundown."

(knocking)

- Who is it?

- [Bruce] It's Bruce Manning.

- I'm mighty glad it's you, marshal.

We just received another one of those warnings.

Have you been able to find out anything.

You know we're within our rights.

- I know you are, Ma,

but tracing a note like this ain't easy.

Anyone of the ranchers in the whole valley

could have written it.

They're all together in this movement

to run you homesteaders out.

- I reckon if that Morgan agreed to speak,

we might find out something.

- Now, don't be too hasty, Ma.

Our Morgan is dead set against you.

He's yelled all the deals out in the open.

- I don't see why there should be so much trouble.

There's plenty of land here for everybody.

And the few acres we have shouldn't cause any hard feelings.

I should think this could be settled in a friendly way.

- I have to pass Morgan's ranch on my way back to town.

I'll drop in and have another talk with him.

- Thanks.

(door slams)

Don't worry, Ma, everything'll be all right.

(wind blowing and carriage rumbling)

- What does it say, Dad?

- Ah, it don't mean a thing, son.

(gun firing)

(carriage rumbling)

- Well, there's another homesteader

that won't settle in Paradise Valley.

- Yeah.

(galloping)

- What happened, what's wrong?

- [Father] I don't know.

We ran into a sign down the road

to turn back.

When we refused, they opened fire on us, an ambush.

They're murderers!

They shot down my boy!

We didn't have a chance!

- Me to be friendly with people who deliberately

come into this valley and steal my land?

- Ain't your land, it belongs to the government!

- Ma Potter's right, Mr. Morgan.

Paradise Valley ain't free range anymore.

The government's declared a closed range.

And anybody with a government lease

is free to come in here and settle.

- Come on, we're wasting our time here.

Let's get g0il19-

- I'm warning you that you're making a mistake.

You can't buck the government,

and that's what you will be doing

if you raise a hand against these homesteaders.

- Looks like me and my future son-in-law are going to tango.

- Mr. Morgan, I have no personal feelings on this matter.

I don't make the law, I uphold it.

- But if the law fails us,

we'll give bullet for bullet before we'll run.

- You have my word.

- Looks like we're on opposite sides of the fence, Ann.

- Bruce, is Dad really in the wrong?

- Yes, Ann, he is.

Times are changing and your father can't realize it.

Meddling with the government is serious business.

If fighting your father means fighting you,

I'd rather turn in my star.

- Bruce, you don't have to do that.

Well, that is just as if you were--

- I know I'd be resigning under fire, running away.

And even if I did hand in my star, it wouldn't do any good.

The government would send in another man.

Let's not give up hope, Bruce.

- Hope so.

(gentle, joyous music)

(singing ad-libs)

(laughing and gabbing)

- Hey, this is terrible, come on!

Liven it up, make it lively!

Make it lively, come on!

(gabbing)

Hey!

(upbeat, fast tempo music)

Come on, please!

(raucous gabbing and shouting)

- Hello, Morgan.

Can I have a drink?

- You fellas smell something around here?

- Yeah.

- I thought so.

- Listen, Morgan, can't we be friends?

- You've got a lot of nerve!

You and your mangy breed.

Come around here stealing our range and everything.

What do you think you're getting away with, huh?

- Well, there certainly must be land enough for all of us.

- Right, ya dirty range-stealing scum, I oughta!

- Put away your gun, Morgan.

I ain't armed.

And you mustn't be attacking.

(shouting drunkenly)

Clay, Clay, get outta here.

We'll cover you, Clay.

Gimme your gun.

Now, get this, all of you.

It was self-defense!

He came in here looking for trouble,

marshal, and drew first.

- It won't do, Blake.

I saw you plant the gun.

Your lying won't help Clay any.

It might even get you into trouble.

- What are you gonna do now?

- I'm going to arrest Clay Morgan for murder.

Sam.

- Hello, hello, Mr. Morgan?

- Yes, this is Morgan.

- This is Blake.

Clay just had a run-in with Joel Potter and plugged him.

The marshal, Bruce Manning,

is on his way out to the ranch to arrest him now!

Yeah!

- What, Dad, what's happened?

(galloping)

- They just telephoned me from town.

I only shot in self-defense, Dad.

That poor fool, and he asked for it.

He drew first, he did!

- Are you telling me the truth?

- It's Bruce.

- He's come for you, Clay.

But if what you've told me is the truth,

there's nothing to be afraid of.

You better get ready to come with me, Clay.

- What for?

Shooting in self-defense is no crime.

- I wish that was the truth, Mr. Morgan,

but unfortunately, it isn't.

It is, it's true!

I have three witnesses!

Kid and Morgan were there!

I know Blake and the others tried to cover you, Clay,

but whatever they might say

can't change what I saw with my own eyes.

I was at the window and I saw you beat it out the door.

And I saw Blake plant the gun in the dead man's hand.

- It ain't true, Dad, it ain't true!

- Mr. Morgan, Clay shot down an unarmed man.

- I don't believe it.

Clay has never lied to me,

and no man could ever make me believe that a son of mlne

would be guilty of a thing like that.

- That's for the law to decide.

Come on, Clay, let's get going.

- I won't go, I tell ya, I won't go!

(groaning)

- You can't take him, Bruce!

Bruce, he's my brother!

- But Ann, I have no choice.

- You're not taking him, marshal.

- Interfering with the law is bad business, Mr. Morgan.

. Go, Clay!

(g u n fi res)

- They're after me!

- You better come with me, Clay,

or you'll never stand trial.

- Well, what do you want?

- Come for your son.

Search the place.

- He ain't in the house, Ma.

- I'll find him, Morgan, and when I do,

I'll give bullet for a bullet!

- Get up!

Get on your horse!

. He's got Clay!

- I'm sorry I knocked you cold, Clay.

(guns firing)

Sit down!

- I knew dad wouldn't let you hold me here.

You're foolish, Bruce.

You haven't got a chance.

Dad will smoke you out.

Even if he has to get every rancher

in the valley to help and you know it!

Why don't you turn me loose?

You can tell 'em I got away.

I'll drive out of the valley, and I'll--

- You know what will happen then.

This won't be Paradise Valley anymore,

it'll be Ambush Valley!

Ma Potter and those nesters ain't jackrabbits.

They're not going to go into their holes

and forget just because you disappeared.

It will be war, range war!

With a lot of innocents getting in the way of bullets!

You know!

(guns firing)

- We've got the marshal trapped in there with Clay.

- Marshal, I'm gonna give you a last chance

to release Clay before we start smoking you out!

- Then, I reckon you better

begin smoking me out, Mr. Morgan.

(guns firing)

(groans)

- Wait!

Don't shoot, it's Clay!

I took care of the marshal!

He's out, he's out cold.

- Then, we'd better keep him out.

He's the only one that can bear witness against you, Clay.

- Now, wait a minute, boys.

I'm not in favor of this.

- But Dad, it's his life or mine.

Now, now, look, if we could shut his mouth--

- There won't be any witnesses.

His body'll be found and that's all.

- There he is, down there.

. He got away!

- His horse is gone!

Come on, spread out, he can't be far away!

- Who put you in, boy?

- I can't understand how he got away, he was badly hit.

- You two fellas ride into town, watch his office.

And Doc Wilson's place.

He may show up there.

- It's that Morgan girl.

- You think maybe she knows

where that brother of hers is hiding?

- It's worth finding out.

If you keep quiet, you won't get hurt.

- If you're looking for my brother,

you're wasting your time.

I came here to find Bruce Manning.

He's been hurt.

- Well, he ain't around here.

- You better come along with us.

- Ma, Ma Potter!

- Bring him inside, I'll attend to him.

What happened to you?

- Just had a little accident.

- You sure that Morgan breed

had nothing to do with your accident?

- I reckon there's no use lying to you, Ma.

I had Clay Morgan, but he got away.

- I figured that.

- But I'll get Clay yet.

Don't you worry, Ma.

- You better lie down and take it easy.

You've lost a lot of blood.

- We didn't find the murdering whelp.

- But we brought along some bait

that's liable to fetch him out of his hole.

- I reckon Morgan might be willing

to trade his son for his daughter.

- Why, Ma, I know you wouldn't do a thing like that.

- And why not?

Coyote methods ain't too low to use on the likes of Morgan.

Look what they did to my boy.

I'm holding her as hostage.

And when her father delivers into my hands

the murderer of my boy, you can have her.

- Then, you intend to take the law into your own hands.

- Looks like I'll have to,

seeing as how you have too many to handle alone.

- Do you realize what that means?

- If it means war, we're ready for it.

We've stood enough from them cattlemen.

- Morgan will have every cattleman

in the Valley riding with him.

He'll wipe you out.

- I reckon he'll think twice

before sacrificing his only daughter.

- What do you mean by that?

- It means that if Morgan refuses my offer and tries force,

his daughter's life will pay for the first nester to fall.

Get in the house.

- I'm going to ride over to the crossroad store.

- Huh?

What?

The pups out?

What, you, you, you what?

Well, I'll, I'll wipe out every one

of you if it's the last thing I do!

What, no!

But you will!

Hey, Andrew, hey!

Hey, Lane, Andrew, Blake!

Where are ya?

- What's up, Dad?

- Where's Lane and Andrew?

- Well, you sent 'em all into town to watch the marshal.

- Well, you get over to Collin's place,

and tell him to come and bring some of his boys.

- Yeah, but--

- Go on!

They've gotta end.

- The squatters?

- Yes!

We'll wipe out every blasted one of 'em.

Get out of the way, Bruce!

- I'll plug both of you before I let you leave this room!

Put down those guns!

And I'm not going to let you send Ann to her death.

- [Clay's Dad] They won't dare harm her.

- Come on, Clay, you're going with me.

- Hey there, watch him till I come back.

Then, we'll settle this.

- It'll be a pleasure.

- Mr. Morgan, if you weren't

such a stubborn old fool, you'd realize.

Listen, Clay, if anything happens to your sister,

you'll have something to think about as long as you live.

- Don't worry, my dad won't let anything happen to her.

You know that.

- That looks like the Morgan outfit.

You better let Ma Potter know.

- I just saw the Morgan outfit!

- Sit down.

You sit here with her.

You fellas get your rifles and be ready!

- Bruce, don't turn me over to them.

I don't have a chance!

- And I suppose you deserve a chance.

What chance did you give Ma Potter's boy?

And then, you tried to crawl out of it

by lying to your father.

All you think about is your own miserable hide.

What about your father and the other ranchers?

Clay, this is your chance to wipe out

some of the rotten that you've done.

- All right, Bruce.

I don't want anyone to suffer on my account.

I'm ready to go.

- Come on, let's get going.

We've gotta hurry.

- Stop where you are, Morgan!

If it's a fight you want, you'll get it!

- I've come for my daughter!

- Did you bring your son?

- You think I'm fool enough to turn him over to you?

Your son got what was coming to him!

It was that way!

- That's what you say!

You know my bargain!

The first one of you to put your foot

in this ground gets a bullet!

- I've got a bullet for the first one that tries to stop me!

- Come on, we're wasting our time.

- Come on, boys, let's smoke 'em out!

(guns firing)

(guns firing)

- Heck, Morgan, they're trying to surround us!

(guns firing)

- Stop!

Stop firing!

Morgan, you've shot Clay!

- Stop!

Clay, Clay, I didn't know it was you!

- It's all right, Dad.

I had it coming to me.

I killed Joel Potter.

He didn't even have a gun.

I was drunk, Dad (moans)!

- You can lay down your guns, Ma.

Clay Morgan is dead.

His father shot him by mistake.

- Ma Potter.

I know now how you felt...

when you lost your boy.

There's room enough in the valley for all of us.

Don't you suppose we could be friendly and neighborly?

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