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(energetic upbeat music)

(wagon wheels clanging)

- Hello, Jack! (man muttering)

- How you doing today, boys?

The preacher's in charge today.

- What's going on around here?

(men exclaiming)

- I wonder what it's all about?

- Must be somethin' special.

(hammer banging)

- Well boys, you're welcome to the meeting!

- No, can't go for that.

- Oh no, me either. (men exclaiming)

- Well it won't do you any hurt!

(boots stamping)

- Go away, I wanna get a drink!

- Not today!

- It's a saloon, ain't it?

- Can't you read?

- What?

- Church today!

- Oh!

(barrels thudding)

- Now boys, I'm givin' you two hours off

so you can join our friend's congregation.

- Thank you, boss! - Okay, boss, all right.

- Well, parson, everything's about ready,

I think we better start serving.

Oh, I beg your pardon, I mean services.

- Yes, well everything looks very fine.

(men chattering)

- Howdy, Mr. Thompson.

- Hi, Jack.

- Got a full house today!

Well we got a nice chair over there against the wall

where you'll be nice and comfortable.

- Yeah, thank you!

Higgie, wonder where those two young scoundrels are?

- Oh (stammers) that's all right,

they'll be here in a (stammers) second.

- Well they better be!

- How about a little drink?

- Behave yourself!

(Jack scuffling)

(gun thudding)

- [Sheriff] Court's in session.

(men laughing)

I mean, church is open,

take off your hats!

- Oh! - Hmm.

- My friends, I have asked

only the male members of my congregation

to attend this sermon,

because I wish to discuss a situation

that is of vital importance to every man in this valley.

The coming of the sheepman into a cattle country.

(men clamoring)

- Come on, Wally, hurry up!

- Hey, we're late,

the old man will be on the warpath.

- Yeah.

(boots clanking)

- Ken, you go first.

' (laughs) All right.

(footsteps clanking)

Gee, what a peach.

- Reckon that must be the new biscuit shooter

at the restaurant.

- If our young friend, my sermon.

- Park it right over there, boys.

- [Both] Thanks, Jack.

(boots clanking)

- Hi, Dad.

- Late as usual, huh?

- Sorry, Dad.

- I have chosen for the text of my sermon this morning,

the 39th verse

of the 22nd chapter of Matthew;

"Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself."

I beg you to bear these words in mind,

for I realize

we are facing a grave crisis.

Congress has declared Laramie Basln closed and leased range.

That means that any man,

be he cattleman, sheepman, or farmer,

has a right to come in here

providing he holds a government lease.

Do not let hatred and bitterness rule your hearts.

These men who are coming into the valley are your brothers--

- Brothers, eh?!

Well, let me tell you Mr. Skypallet,

they're not coming into this valley!

- Hold your horses, Thompson.

(boots clanking)

The parson's right.

According to this Homestead Act

that's just been passed,

these sheepman have a right to come in here,

and we can't do a blamed thing to prevent 'em.

- Do you mean you're turning against you friends,

and throwin' in with a flock of

land-grabbing wooly-chasers?

- You know where my sympathy's are, Win!

I was born a cattleman.

And I ain't got anymore use

for these ring-tailed, smelly pests--

- These strangers within our gates, Brother Gorman.

- Eh, as I was saying,

these strangers within our gates

have got the law with them!

It ain't easy for me to have to protect these dirty,

these strangers, within our gates,

but as long as I'm sheriff of this county,

the law's gonna be enforced.

You cattlemen had a chance to buy or lease the range,

but you didn't do it!

And it ain't yours.

- Not mine, eh?

The first sheepman that puts his foot on my range

will find out whose it is!

- Easy Dad, we don't wanna have any trouble here.

- I'll tell 'em with a six-gun!

(men clamoring) - Thompson's right!

- Yeah! - That's right.

- I'm with him. (men chattering)

- [Pastor] Brethren!

Let us unite in solemn prayer.

(men clamoring)

(men chattering)

(men chattering) - Yeah you don't want a man

to bring his sheep in here.

- Take your time, now. - All right,

don't you worry about me.

(men clamoring)

- Let's go! (boots scuffing)

(men exclaiming)

(man thudding)

(man laughing)

- We've been friends too many years

to let anything like this bust us up!

- I ain't friends with no sheepman posing as a sheriff!

If you're throwin' in with them dirty murdering varmints,

you'd better keep outta my way,

(stick banging) that's all I can tell you!

Listen you two,

I wanna see you pullin' up the ranch right away.

Come on, Higgie,

drive outta here!

(wagon clanging)

- Say, Ken, the old man said he wanted to see you.

- He was looking at you when he said it.

He had blood in his eye,

you better get going.

- Oh, he can wait,

I got some official business with a feller over here.

- Has he got blonde hair?

(wagon clanking)

(man thudding)

- Hello, bright eyes and ruby lips!

Sorry to have kept you waitin'.

- Fresh, aren't you?

- No.

Maybe a little forward.

- Is there a (indistinct) brooks show in town?

- (laughs) Nope, just a stranger to soap.

Come on in!

Believe it or not, lady,

but this is my best pal, Ken!

A little the worse for wear,

but not a bad lookin' guy when he gets his face washed.

- How ya do, miss?

- As for yours truly,

you are feasting your baby blue eyes

on the one and only Wally Thompson!

A personality supreme.

Only offspring of Winchester Thompson.

- I know you two,

you're the pair who gave the West a bad name!

- [Wally] Oh, you've been reading books!

- How 'bout my ham and eggs?!

- How would you like to go with me to the dance?

- Hey!

Haul in your horns there, longhorn!

I ain't exactly cripple myself, you know.

Now listen, miss, you'd positively be cheating yourself

if you don't go to that dance with me.

Honest!

- Do I get my ham and eggs, or don't I?!

- Well, you two fight it out

while I go take care of that old walrus.

- Well, pal, we'll have to settle this in the usual manner.

- All right.

- What'll you take?

- I'll take heads.

(Ken exclaiming)

(coin clanking)

Hmm!

As usual.

(Wally laughing)

You have all the luck in the world.

- There are your ham and eggs.

Well, have you decided which one of you's

gonna have the pleasure of my company tonight?

- You're in luck, beautiful, it's me!

- All right, Romeo,

meet me here tonight.

(people clamoring)

(people exclaiming)

(men yelling)

- What do you suppose is going on out there?

- See ya tonight, Goldie!

- The sheepherder's headed this way with his band of sheep,

and he intends to drive it through this town!

(people clamoring)

- Yeah?

Well if he does, he's in for a lot of trouble!

- Say boys, let's stampede them!

(men exclaiming)

- What's the matter, what's up, boys?

- Well, there's a sheepherder

headed this way with his band of sheep,

and he intends to go through this town with 'em.

- And this is a cattleman's town.

We founded it and I ain't gonna let no sheep pollute it!

- Yes, and that goes for me, too!

I'm beatin' legs of the first sheepherder

that steps into this town.

(men exclaiming)

- Wait a minute, wait a minute, boys!

We don't wanna start any range war around here!

- Come on, boys!

Stand aside, you two.

(men clamoring) - Just a minute,

just a minute.

Now take it easy, let's talk this over.

You heard what the minister said,

we don't wanna be too hasty.

- You fellas wait a minute now, come on.

Listen to me, all of ya!

I give you warning that these sheepherders

have the law on their side,

and I'll arrest for murder

the first hombre that pulls down on them!

- Looka here, Sheriff,

I think maybe me and Wally can get 'em to go around town.

Better let me try it!

- All right, Ken, go ahead.

- Come on, Wally!

- Now you fellas wait a minute!

Listen to me!

- All right, Wally, come on!

- And that's all there is to it--

(men clamoring)

(horse hooves stamping)

- Well, all I can say is

that those two hombres better be successful,

because, law or no law,

I'm gettin' the first sheepherder

that comes into this town!

- Say, listen, Butch!

You better get that killin' idea out of your head.

- [Sheepherder] Yah!

(sheep bleating)

(sheepherder exclaiming)

(horses galloping)

(sheep bleating)

(sheepherder exclaiming)

(horse hooves stamping)

- Whoa, wait a minute, Wally.

A sheepherder pullin' it

in a perfectly good cowboy's outfit.

What do you think of that, Wally?

- Serve 'em right if we striped 'em.

- Just my sentiments, exactly.

I'll stand over there,

and we'll take a shaft off of 'em, huh?

Come on!

- Yeah, get 'em, boy.

- [Ken] Come on, Wally!

(horses stamping)

- [Ken] Get off and get 'em, Wally!

Oh!

- Imagine a sheepherder?

A lot of nerve,

a sheepherder wearing a good cowboy's pair of chaps.

Hold 'em!

- Get 'em off.

- [Ken] I'll get 'em off!

Ought to never have had 'em on in the first place, eh?

(Wally exclaiming)

Come on!

Let's turn 'em over!

- Come on, you gotta go. - Let's take his pants off!

Reckon he's-.

(woman screaming) (Wally muttering)

- Holy horned toads!

He's a she!

- Why you, you bullies, you!

- But listen, miss--

- What's happened here, Judy?

- Dad!

I11

- Listen, miss,

we're down right sorry.

We thought you was, well, what you ain't!

- Sure!

- Be about your business, you two!

- Listen, partner,

we come down here on a right friendly mission.

You aimin' to take these sheep through town?

- What if I am?!

- I'd advise you not to do it.

The place is full of cattlemen.

They threaten to start shooting the minute your bellwether

sets her hoof in the street.

- No cattleman's gonna buff me!

I have a government lease for the east side of Big Creek!

And I'm not going around the town just to please them!

- Maybe we'd better go around, Dad.

- She's right, you better take 'em on around.

- That'd look as if I'm scared!

And no sheepman's backing down from a cattleman!

- Tell you what we'll do,

we'll meet you halfway,

you take 'em around the town,

we'll help you herd 'em.

That'll make things even.

- That's fair enough, Dad!

And then if we have help, we won't lose any time.

- Maybe you're right, Judy.

- Miss, let me take that off, will you?

Now we didn't mean it,

you know that now, don't you?

(hat thumping)

(Ken whistling)

- What a little peach, eh?

- All right, Romeo.

Calm down, we got work to do.

- Yeah!

- Come on!

- Nurse maidin' a herd of sheep.

- Whoa, boy. - Ho!

- [Wally] Ho, I said ho.

(sheepherder exclaiming)

- Sure hope Dad don't find out about this.

- (pats) Come on darlings!

- Was you talking to us, miss?

- No!

I was talking to the sheep.

(Ken laughing)

- Come on, darlings!

Come on!

- Hey, hey! - Ready to go (indistinct),

my darlin'!

- Yay! (Ken exclaiming)

- Hey Ken?

- Yeah?

- Did you ever see such eyes?

- Ah, keep your mind on your work!

(horses stamping)

(men exqlair_ning) (bells ringing)

(sheep bleating)

(man exclaiming)

- Hope you ain't still mad, miss.

Me and Wally's both sorry for what we done.

- Well, you were kind of rough!

- There's a swell dance in town,

and I'd certainly be honored--

- Hey, listen, it's a dance, not a convention!

Guess you forgot,

signed little Goldielocks up, haven't ya?

- Hey!

- And listen, I'm intending to go to that dance myself!

And all I'm needing is a partner.

- I'm afraid I couldn't go in this outfit,

and it's all I have.

But thank you anyway.

Good bye!

(horse stamping)

. Hey, Wally?

- Gettin' married?

- (laughs) Oh no, no.

Not yet.

(horse stamping)

- All complete, everything down to the--

- Yeah, you better put in a couple of those, too.

- I got some very nice goods here.

Ah!

How do you like that?

- Is that the best?

- Yes, sir.

- Well put one in.

- All right, now, here's some other.

These are--

- Whatever you say, you put it right in there,

see? - Oh, well, all right.

- Anything else that goes with it?

- Why, sure!

I got something in this box here

that I'd like to show ya.

- Yeah, yeah, I want one of them.

- There you go.

- And give me a couple of those.

- Oh, all right--

- And I gotta write a note,

you got something I can write a note on?

- Why sure, here!

- And I want a dress.

- A dress?

- Yeah, one for a dance.

- Yes, sir!

(horse clopping)

(boots thudding)

I'm sure that this dress would fit her.

- That's fine!

Well, you wrap everything up.

- Yes, sir. - And if anyone comes In

before I get out,

we pretend I been buying a new saddle.

- Oh, yes, yes (laughs)-

(horse clopping)

Want to take these things with ya?

- No thanks, you just leave 'em here

and I'll call for 'em tonight.

- Yes, all right.

- I think that's what you said.

- Yeah.

- Well, don't say anything.

(footsteps thudding)

(package rustling)

- Howdy, howdy!

- Howdy, Ken!

What can I do for ya?

- Well I could use some flannel underwear,

have you 90¢ any?

- Oh sure!

- Good!

- How many suits?

- Mm, I don't know, let me look at it.

That my size?

- Yes, sir.

- That's right, I think about three of 'em.

- Three suits?

- Just right.

- It's kinda hot for this sort of underwear, isn't it?

- Mm, I don't know, I wear 'em the year around.

- That's all right,

just take 'em over here and wrap 'em up for ya.

- Okay, I'll be right here.

(package crackling)

- Well, here ya are, Ken.

Oh, by the way, Wally was in here just now!

- He was?

. YEP-

- Too bad I missed him.

- Mm-hm.

- Oh say, by the way,

have you got any of that favorite jam of mine?

- Sure, (laughs) yes,

yes, indeed! - Good.

(package crackling)

- Playing nursemaid to a lot of filthy sheep!

(stick banging)

Oh, wait till I get my hands on them!

I'll show them!

(stick clanking)

- And the funny part of it is,

they seem to be getting quite a kick out of it.

- [Mr. Thompson] Getting a kick out of it, eh?

Well you just wait!

- It looked to me like they were headed for your East range.

- What?!

Headed for my East range?

Why--

- Well, I happen to be riding that way, Mr. Thompson.

Suppose I stop and warn them they're trespassing?

. Trespassing?

(laughs) They're trying to steal my East range!

- Shall I take care of the matter for you?

- Yes!

Run 'em out!

Every last one of 'em!

- All right, Mr. Thompson.

- Trespassing!

(laughs) Well, you just wait.

You!

Get out there!

The minute those two young scoundrels get here

bring 'em in here, I wanna see 'em at once!

- (stammers) Yes, sir. - (yells) Go on!

(birds chirping)

- (stammers) Wa--

- Wally.

- Thanks.

- What's happened?

- (stammers) Plenty!

The old man found out about you

(stammers) herding them sheep

and he (stammers) hit the roof.

- Really?

- Yeah, he (stammers) busted three canes.

- Three?

- Uh-huh.

(Wally whistling)

(horse clopping)

- Hello, Wally.

- Hi, Ken.

Say, boy, we're in a heap of trouble.

Dad's found out

about our playing Little Bo Peep to that herd.

- Yeah he (stammers) craves your (stammers)

he wants to see ya.

(Ken whistling)

- Well, we just as well get it over with.

Come on.

(Mr. Thompson muttering)

Better let me handle this alone, Wally.

- Ken, your shoulder's are bigger than mine,

the pleasure is all yours, boy.

- Those two scalawags!

(stink clanking)

Hiqgie. Higgie!

Where's my stick?

I want my cane, Higgie!

Huh, wonder what that rotten smell is?

The boys must've corralled a couple of skunks!

- I'm sorry, sir.

I guess it was me, I guess I got too close to them sheep.

'Ah!

Where is that other sheepherder?

- Dad, Wally didn't have anything to do with that,

I got him into it.

I was just trying to keep that buck in town

from making trouble, that's all.

- So, you're taking the blame for Wally again?

- Look here, Dad,

you now how grateful I am for everything you've done for me,

picking me up when I was a homeless boy

and bringing me here and treating me like one of your own.

Why there isn't a thing in the world

that I wouldn't do to spare you unhappiness.

- (whispers) I know.

- But, Dad, times have changed,

we're not living in the old days now,

when possession was 9 points of the law.

- Things haven't changed for me.

I settled the range that my cattle graze on,

and I'm keepin' it.

- Yeah, Dad, but don't you understand?

These sheepherders have leased or bought the land

from the government,

if you start any trouble with them,

well you'll be bucking Uncle Sam,

that's what you'll be doin'.

- (laughs) Well, I see you're still in one piece.

- Yeah.

I'm worried about your father, Wally.

- Why?

- He's headed for a lot of trouble

unless we can make him listen to reason.

- Listen to reason?

About sheepmen?

Boy, you're an optimist.

It's a good thing that sheep girl turned us down.

(laughs) Imagine what would happen

if the old man knew that we took her to a cattleman's dance.

' Oh, (lallghs) yeah.

Yeah, that would be kinda funny, wouldn't it?

- Hey, handsome,

you ain't seen her since she turned us down, have ya?

- Seen her?

Why, no (laughs), no.

Course not.

- You sure?

- Sure.

I ain't seen her, really.

(people chattering)

- [Man] Hello, Sheriff.

- Hello there.

- Good evening, Jack. - Hello there, Tenney.

- Hello, Butch.

- Hello, Sheriff.

- Say, you don't intend to go into the dance

with that load on, do ya?

- Dance?

(laughs) No we were just gonna take a look in.

No dance for me, Sheriff,

I got important business.

- All right Butch,

but, remember, don't start anything.

- Hey listen, can't you keep your big mouth shut?

- Listen, Pete,

the sheriff ain't gonna be fretting about us,

and the rest of the town is all gonna be in the dance.

Now those sheep are on old man Thompson's range, ain't they?

- Yeah.

- Well, who's gonna get blamed for it

if anything happens to them?

Now, listen, all we gotta worry about

is collecting our money for the herd.

Now, go on and get the boys,

we'll be gettin' outta here soon.

- But listen, Butch, you're--

- Go on and get the boys!

(horses clopping)

- Well, well, if there ain't Miss Goldie,

waiting for our little Wally.

(footsteps clanking)

- Ken, I've decided to let you take Goldie to the dance.

- Oh, now ain't you bighearted, Wally.

- Oh now listen, Ken,

you've got a way with women,

tell her I've broken a leg or my neck or something.

Will ya?

- All right.

- The pal (pats)-

(footsteps clanking)

- Howdy, miss.

Was you waiting for somebody?

- Say, where's that other gift to women?

I'm sick and tired of waiting.

- Oh, well, if you's waiting for that pal of mind,

you're liable to take root and grow here.

- Meaning just what?

- Well, I kind of hate to talk about my pal that way,

but you see, Wally is very changeable, awful changeable.

I guess you just slipped his mind altogether.

- Slipped his mind!

Say, just what are you trying to get at?

Where is he?!

- Well, he's over there in front of that dance hall,

or was the last time I saw him,

waiting for another girl.

(footsteps clanking)

(Wally thudding)

- [Goldie] Come back here, you cheap rustler!

(Ken whistling)

(footsteps clanking)

(Goldie exclaiming)

(saw clanking)

(Goldie screaming)

Let me go!

(yells) Help!

Let me out, oh, (yells) help!

(yells) help!

(Goldie knocking)

(wagon clamoring)

- Good evening, Miss Judy.

Gee, you look scrumptious!

Did what I sent ya fit all right?

- I can manage, thank you.

- [Ken] Good evening, Miss Judy.

- Good evening! - Are you ready?

- There's a little present for you in the buckboard.

- Uh, and by the way, Wally,

take care of the team, will ya?

Like a good pal.

(package rustling)

- What the--

(paper crumpling)

Well the dirty, lock-beard,

bowlegged, throat-cuttin' porcupine!

_(people chatteril_1g) (instruments tuning)

- Say, how's that old step-dad of yours,

still set against me?

- Nah, he's all right,

don't worry about him, Sheriff.

(slow orchestral music)

Everybody having a nice time here, huh?

- Yes, they're having a real time.

- How about taking care of that one, Sheriff--

- Sure. _ (Judy laughing)

(Ken mumbling)

- (laughs) I'd love it.

(slow violin music)

- Now listen, Buck,

you boys get that herd moving,

and we'll go over and take care of the old man.

Come on, fellas.

(horses clopping)

(men hollering)

(gunshots ringing)

- Hey! _ (cowboy yelling)

(gunshots ringing)

(gun blasting)

(gun cocking)

(gunshot blasting)

- That got him!

(man thudding)

(men hollering)

- Well, I guess he's gone.

We better get rid of this evidence,

tie it on, boys.

- Well, how about smoking him out?

(men hollering)

(guns firing)

(wagon clanking)

(man whooping)

(wagon crashing)

- Go, go, 90, 91?, 9°! (horses clopping)

(soft violin music)

- It was awfully sweet of you

to send me these lovely things.

You have very good taste.

- Of course I have, I always pick the best.

- What's the matter, Wally,

ain't you dancin'?

- Nope.

- Oh, yes you are!

And with me.

That was a fine trick to play on a lady.

You good for nothing imitation of a worm!

I'd like to bury this ax in your skull!

- Please, please, Goldie!

- Well, I won't enjoy it anymore than you will,

but you're gonna dance with me.

- Oh, honest, I can't dance.

- Come on, you forth-bucking Romeo.

And act as though you like it.

- Honest, Goldie, I can't dance.

- I see you found him.

- You bet!

- (stammers) Can I have the (stammers) pleasure

of this (stammers) DA--

(man exclaim_ing) (horse clopping)

- [Moonsie] Miss Judy, Miss Judy!

- Moonsie, What is it?!

- Something terrible's happened,

it's about your dad!

They attacked the camp,

and I'm scared they killed him.

' (QQSIJS) Oh!

- Come on, Wally!

(wagon clanking)

- Whoa, whoa!

Ho, boy, ho.

Wait a minute.

No.

- Dad!

(Judy crying)

- If you was to tell me that my horse

could jump over the moon, I'd believe ya,

'cause when the old man gets so crazy

that he takes in a sheepherder's daughter,

nothing makes sense.

- Well, what was he to do?

Her dad was killed!

And her sheep ran off.

Somebody had to take her.

- But why the old man?

That's what I'd like to know.

Appears to me that there's something mighty funny somewhere.

Look at 'em over there, if that don't just make ya sick.

- But you've never let me really thank you

for all your kindness to me.

- Aw, Judy, you know you're always welcome here with me!

- I know.

But somehow,

I simply can't forget that horrible night we found Dad.

- You must forget, Judy.

- I know, I've tried.

But, it haunts me.

If ever I find the man who murdered my father,

I believe I'd kill him!

- Hello, Dad.

- Hello, sonny!

- You mind if I steal Judy for a little while?

Swell afternoon for a ride.

- I'd love to, but I've promised to go riding with Ken.

- Oh.

- Ready, Judy?

- Yes!

You mind, Mr. Thompson?

- (laughs) Of course not!

Run along and enjoy yourself.

- I'll get my hat.

- Hey, you're getting to be a pretty fast worker,

aren't ya, handsome?

- Oh, I don't know, kinda maybe.

- Ken, while you're waiting for Judy,

would you mind coming down

and looking at the trap I got for the coyotes?

- Oh, all right.

Tell Judy we'll be right back.

- Yeah, he'll be right back.

The fella that sold me this

told me I could catch anything in it!

- [Ken] Well, we'll give it a look.

- Where's Ken?

- Well, you see, Judy,

he got awful interested in that new trap

we got for stray coyotes,

so he asked to be excused.

- Ow!

(trap clanking) Oh, oh!

(Higgie laughing)

If I ever get out of here,

what I'll do to him!

- What are you doin',

(stammers) playing the groundhog?

(Higgie laughing) - Hey,

what are ya laughing at?

Get me outta here, Higgie,

can't you see I'm caught in this trap?

It's hurting!

Hurry it up, Will Va?

(Higgie grunting)

Hey, what a fine pal, you wait till I get ahold of him!

Watch out, watch the fingers.

Oh.

Oh (sighs)-

Boy, what a relief.

Say, listen, Higgie--

- Yeah?

- Have you ever been in love?

How's it feel?

- (stammers) What, huh?

- Huh?

You've had five or six wives, you oughta know!

- (stammers) Did you ever have a (stammers) toothache?

- No, I don't think so.

- Well (stammers) did you ever

have a (stammers) stomach ache?

- Yeah, I guess I've had a stomach ache, all right.

- Uh-huh, well it's 10 times worse than

(stammers) both of 'em put together.

(accordion music)

(Wally singing)

(boot thudding)

- Say, what's the big idea, you ol' horned toad?!

(boot thudding)

- (laughs) Hey, you devil, you!

- I oughta cut your heart out.

Go on, now get--

(men clamoring) - I oughta do it.

- You outta hit me, huh? (Ken exclaiming)

- [Wally] Hey, get off me, get off!

- You give up, huh?

- Give up, my eye-

- You give up now?

You enjoy your ride, lady stealer?

Huh? - Aw, it serves you right,

for that dirty trick you played on me at the dance.

Took me a week to square myself with Judy.

(Ken laughing)

(sighs) Hey, handsome,

how do ya think dad would feel about having a

sheep girl for a daughter?

- Well, I don't know, Wally.

Might please him a lot.

He thinks an awful lot of Judy, you know.

That's funny.

- What's funny?

- Oh, nothing.

Nothing at all.

(horse clopping)

(man muttering) - Hi, Earl.

. Ho, Tarzan (pats)!

Well back it up.

Back it up.

- Hi, Ken!

- Hello, Sheriff.

- Glad you rode in.

- What's up, anything wrong?

- Well, there's some ugly rumors going around town

about the killin' of this sheepherder, Winters.

Butch Martin's back in town and he's been flashing

a big roll of money over in the saloon

and kind of hinting that it's payment

for getting rid of Winters.

He brags that I don't dare touch him

for fear of making trouble for Win Thompson!

- I see.

Butch insinuatin' that Dad Thompson

done hired him to kill Winters.

You know that's a lie, Sheriff.

- Why, I can't figure Win Thompson

hiring no killer to do his dirty work for him.

- Butch is lyin', Sheriff.

And I'm gonna make him admit it!

Say, by the way, Sheriff,

you couldn't mosey out of town

for a half hour or so, could ya?

You know, just in case I had any trouble making Butch talk?

- He's inside right now.

- Thanks.

(doors swinging)

(people chattering)

- (laughs) Well, look who's here!

Come on, have a drink!

- I wanna have a talk with you, Butch.

- Well go ahead.

- Well I want it private like.

- Private like, eh?

Well listen, if you've got anything to say to me,

say it here!

I suppose your step-pappy wants to see me again, eh?

Got another job for me, running off--

(table crashing)

- Oh no you don't, get your hand off that gun!

All right, come on Butch.

Get over there to the bar.

All right, come on, Butch, get over there!

Get over there, you.

Way over!

All right, stay there.

Dad, Butch has been tellin' everybody

that you hired him to kill Winters.

- Just a minute, you've got this thing mixed a little.

I never said you paid me for that job, Thompson.

Though I'm not saying that I won't come back to collect

after the money I got for them sheep is gone.

You better get off your high horse,

you're just as much responsible

for what happen to Winters as I am!

I got my orders direct from you to get Winters off!

And from the way you talked,

I didn't gather you wanted me to handle him with kid gloves.

(door thudding)

- Dad, I found this note from Judy's room.

It's addressed to you.

(paper rustling)

Sit down, Dad.

- Hey, I haven't been able to find Judy anywhere

since we came back from the ride,

have you seen her?

Well, come on, can't you say something?

What's this?

"I can no longer accept charity from the man who

"caused my father's death.

--Judy,"

Say, she doesn't think, Dad,

that you had anything to do with that?

- I did, Wally!

I sent Butch Martin to drive Winters off my range.

- You sent Butch to murder--

- Easy there, kid.

Why, Dad had nothing to do with that.

Butch just saw a chance to steal Winter's herd

and blame it on Dad in case anybody found it out.

- But he just said he sent Butch!

- Yeah to warn Winters to stay off his range, that's all.

- Off of your range!

You knew it wasn't yours.

You knew that Winters had a legal right to settle there!

But what did you care about the law or anyone else's rights?

All that matters to you is your hatred of sheepmen,

they're not human beings to you!

- Don't talk like that, Wally.

Don't you think Dad's suffered enough?

- Dad's suffered, what about me?

I've suffered.

And I'm gonna suffer because I've lost Judy.

You suppose she'll ever talk to me again?

The son of the man that murdered her father?

- Wally!

- Oh, keep outta this.

- I'd hoped to make everything up to Judy.

Hoped that she'd never find out!

- I don't know how she did either, Dad.

Just us two that knew!

- Oh, just the two of you, eh?

Well I know how she found out, you told her!

- Wally, you're crazy.

- Crazy, well let me tell you something,

you've made a great mess out of this for her,

you've made a great mess out of it for me!

(yells) Both of you!

- Wally!

(horse clopping)

(sheep bleati_ng) (men chattering)

- Hello.

- Howdy.

Can you tell me where I'll find Miss Judy Winters?

- Ken!

. Judy-

- I'm so glad to see you.

- Well, I'm glad to see you, too.

I come over to,

you got to go back, Miss Judy.

- Go back?

To the ranch?

- Yes.

It's about broke Dad Thompson up,

your leaving the way you did.

- 'Bout broken him up,

do you expect me to be sorry?

After what he did to my father?

- Mr. Thompson had nothing to do with your father's,

with his death, Judy.

- He hired the killers.

- That's where you're wrong,

I did it.

Mr. Thompson sent me over

to order your father off the range,

and, well, I didn't wanna have a run-in with him so I,

I paid Martin to go over and give him his marching orders.

Dad Thompson is not to blame for any part of it,

there's nothing to keep you

from going back, and be happy.

- You think a lot of Dad Thompson,

don't you, Ken?

(horse hooves clamoring)

- Wally thinks a lot of you, too.

He loves you!

I know he'd make you happy.

I won't be around

to keep reminding you of things that's happened,

I'm pulling mine straight outta here right now.

You'll promise me, won't you?

Promise you'll go back.

(horse clopping)

Good-bye.

(horse clopping)

(sheep bleating)

(horse hooves thudding)

(people chattering)

- Yep, that sure was a dirty trick, all right,

pretending to be your pal

and all the time cutting you out with your girl.

- You're wrong about it, it's all over.

Pretending to be my friend, I'll get him.

(horse hooves thudding)

- Listen, I had a hunch that

that grand stand play at Ken's

and standing in with the sheepmen

was just to get on the good side of that girl.

It's all he did it for.

(horse hooves stamping)

- Well I'm telling you something,

when he comes in here,

I'm starting to shoot.

- Atta boy!

Show him your tough.

- Sure hard to think of Wally gunning for Ken.

(horse clopping)

(sheep bleating)

- ls (stammers) Ken here?

- No!

He was here, but he left a little while ago.

- (stammers) Did he say where he was going?

- No, only that he was going to find Wally.

(Higgie slapping)

Anything wrong?

- (stammers) Plenty!

Ken and Wally have had a (stammers) rile over something

and if they (stammers) meet,

why there's going to be a (stammers) shooting scrape!

- You go to the ranch, he may've returned there,

and I'll ride toward town.

(people chattering)

(Ken patting)

- Hello, Wally.

- Hello, you double-crossing cheat.

- I wanna talk to you, Wally.

- You don't have to tell me anything,

I saw plenty!

- Aw, come on, kid, let's get out of here.

Come on.

- Now you, go for your gun!

(yells) Go for your gun!

- Now, Wally, you don't know what you're doin'!

(gunshot firing)

- That'll do, kid.

Now you're gettin' some sense.

- Sure!

- Come on,

we'll go get the rest of those dirty sheepherders.

- Let's get 'em!

- Come on. - Yeah.

(men stamping)

- Wally, Wally!

- [Jack] Where'd he get ya, Ken?

- In the arm, Jack.

- Let's put a bandage around it--

- All right, do it quick, I gotta get outta here.

(horse hooves stamping)

- What's wrong, Ken?

- Wally's gone crazy, Sheriff!

(horse hooves stamping)

- [Sheriff] Come on, boys, get your horses, come and help!

(horse hooves stamping)

' [Wally] Whoa!

- What's the matter with you?

- We're quitin' this right here.

- Oh, I see.

It's the girl, eh?

- No, but we can't go on with this.

- So you're turnin' yellow?

- No, I'm not yellow,

but I'm not a murderer!

- Well I am!

(gunshot firing)

(horse hooves stamping)

- Butch Martin shot him,

I saw the whole thing!

(Wally groaning) - How bad did he get ya, boy?

- You go away from me, you dirty, double-crosser (sighs).

- You take care of him, Judy.

(horse clopping)

(horse hooves stamping)

(gunshot firing)

(man muttering)

- That's Butch Martin and his gang,

they're lookin' for trouble!

(horses hooves stamping)

(gunshot firing)

(gunfire sounding)

(sheep bleating)

(gunshot firing)

(gunshot blasting)

(horse hooves stamping)

(gunfire sounding)

(horse hooves stamping)

(gunfire sounding)

(horse hooves stamping)

(gunfire sounding)

(horse hooves stamping)

(gunshot firing)

(men yelling)

(gunshot firing)

(horse hooves stamping)

(gunshot firing)

(gunshot firing)

(gunshot firing)

(gunshot firing)

(gunshot firing)

(gunfire sounding)

- I oughta finish you.

Got all the reason in the world to do it, too.

(horse hooves stamping)

I guess the Sheriff will take care of that, though.

All right, Sheriff,

you can take care of him, I gotta go.

(horse hooves stamping)

- It's his shoulder, Ken, look!

- He get you bad, kid?

- Nah, just nicked me.

Main thing is, did you get him?

- Sure I did,

tied him up and give him to the Sheriff.

Oughta be a prize on snakes like that.

- Why, there is, handsome.

Aw, don't be so dumb.

Judy's been explaining a lot of things to me,

haven't you, Judy?

- I told him that,

well, that..

- It was kind of tough to get the right guy

to propose around here.

So I figured I'd help her out a bit.

Go on, go on, kiss her.

(joyous orchestral music)