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(dramatic orchestral music)

(townsfolk chattering)

- Clem Barstow just brought me word

the rail road company's advertising our ranch is for sale.

I can't believe it.

- Well, it's true all right.

Read the notice on the poster.

(townsfolk chattering)

- Well, how can they do this to us?

We're still fighting our case in court.

- Luther Sharp must be mighty sure he's gonna win that case.

- I think we should've waited for the court decision.

- Why wait, we know what it's gonna be.

That clause you inserted in the contract

will hold good in any court.

That's the joke of it nobody will be able to trump.

- We'll win by law all right,

but those settlers aren't gonna give up without a struggle.

- I'm prepared for anything.

Take a look.

(townsfolk chattering)

I've got armed men spotted all over town.

- I wasn't figuring on bloodshed.

- It's too late to pull out now.

- Ah, it's not that.

What if the rail road company finds out

that we've been padding our own debts on this land deal?

- Any reports they get come through me.

And as chief of the rail road detectives,

I've got full authority to act.

So we're sitting pretty.

- I ain't so sure about that.

- Now, wait a minute, men.

Let's not be too hasty about taking action.

Clem Barstow will be back from the county seat pretty soon.

He's our lawyer and he'll tell us what to do.

(hooves thudd_ing) (wagon rumbling)

- Now there seems to be some trouble, Helen.

You better wait here for me.

- You be careful, Dad.

- Don't worry, dear.

I'll be all right.

(townsfolk chattering)

- What happened at the capitol, Barstow?

- Well, I'm sorry to report, men,

the judge upheld the contracts in favor of the land company.

- Why that judge is probably in on the swindle.

The whole thing's a fraud.

- He couldn't decide any other way, Newton.

The clause that Luther Sharp

inserted in that contract is airtight.

It gives him the right to get

any price he wants to for that land,

and you've got to pay it in order to get legal claim.

- Well, we bought that land in good faith

when the rail road company opened it for settlement.

Well, we spent all our money

building homes and improving the land.

- Sharp was to sell us that land for $5 and acre

as soon as the rail road company

secured it's patents from the government.

- Well, our only chance

is to file an appeal with the Supreme Court.

- Fighting the law ain't gonna get us nowheres.

It's time we took the matter in our own hands!

(men shouting)

- Wait a minute, wait a minute, men.

Violence will get you no place.

Our only chance is to fight this thing legally.

- Now, we're not gonna sit by

and let the rail road company drive us from our homes.

Are you with me, men?

(men shouting)

- Ah now, wait a minute!

I can't countenance any such action on your part,

but I will continue your fight in court.

- Fighting this thing with words should stop.

We should get some action!

(men shouting)

- Got to get you home right away, Helen.

- What's the matter?

- I haven't time to explain right now,

but I'm afraid there's going to be trouble.

- That mob's getting out of hand.

- Aw, quit worrying.

When I fire a shot,

that'll be the signal for the boys to cut loose.

(men shouting)

- Men, we're not gonna let the rail road company run us off.

I'm gonna tell ya what to do, fellas!

Let's tar and feather this rat!

(men shouting)

(guns firing)

- That's the last we'll see of those settlers.

I'll round up the boys and have them

run the rest of them out of their homes.

Then you and I can start that real estate boom in Red Rock

without any further trouble.

(hooves thudd_ing) (wagon rumbling)

- Well, what did you find out?

- It looks pretty bad.

Luther Sharp swore out warrants for your arrest.

(men shouting)

- We were only defending our own rights.

- I know, but you played right into their hands

by attempting to attack the land officers.

It can go against you when your case comes up In court!

- Well, what do you advise us to do, Barstow.

- Well, hide out until I get sufficient evidence

against Tragg and Sharp to block their game.

- [Man] How are you gonna do that?

- I think I know a man who can get that evidence for me.

- [Fuzzy] Who's it from?

- Clem Barstow, he's that lawyer

got us out of that jam over in Nevada, remember?

- Yeah, what's it say?

- Ah, he's in trouble, Fuzz.

Seems there's a feud going on between the settlers

and the rail road over in Red Rock.

- Ah no, we don't wanna go messing around

anybody's private war.

- We ain't, I'm gonna play this as alone hand

until I find out what the situation is.

- You ain't ridin' off and leavin' me behind?

Why, Billy, we've, we've been pals a long time now.

- (chuckles) I'll send for ya, Fuzz,

as soon as I find out what the setup is.

So long, Fuzzy.

(patrons chattering)

- It's up to you.

- I bet 50.

- I'll see ya, what do you got?

- Three queens, that's good, good news.

(patrons chattering)

- I'll shuffle.

- Hello, Rosie.

- All right, ante up, boys.

- [Man] I'm in.

- [Male] I'm in.

- [Dealer] Nothing seems to stick to my fingers today,

including the chips.

(all laughing)

- You're the only one who seems

to be having any luck, stranger.

- Maybe it's because I'm unlucky in love.

- You might be able to change your luck.

- I'll remember that, Rosie.

(patrons chattering)

- [Dealer] I'll open.

- [Man] I'm out.

- [Billy] I'll stay.

- I'll stay, cost you 10 more to see me.

- Well, all out.

- That's where I get off.

- I'll call that 10 and double it.

- There's yours and I raise ya 50.

- Let's make it interesting, $250.

(patrons chattering)

- One.

' [Bmyl What do you do?

- I'm all in.

- What have ya got?

- [Ward] A straight flush up to the king.

- If ya had the king.

If I'd have drawn one card instead of two,

you would've made it.

The king was the second card I drew.

- Are you suggesting that I cold decked you?

- I'm not suggesting.

I'm telling you, tinhorn.

- Wait a minute.

It's not healthy to make accusations like that, stranger.

- Unless you can.

If I'd have drawn one card, you would've drawn one,

eight of clubs and you the king.

If I'd stood back, you would've drawn two cards,

both the eight and the king.

Either way you would've made your straight flush.

I still say you and the tinhorn framed me.

- Why you!

(table crashes)

(fists thudding)

- Call off your wolves, mister.

- Put up your guns, men.

- Now, I wouldn't advise anybody making a move.

I'm not particular who I plant in Boot Hill.

- Slade, why didn't you stop that stranger?

- Not me, Tragg.

That hombre ain't no stranger to me.

Why, that's Billy the Kid!

- Billy the Kid?

Hey, Billy, wait a minute!

I wanna talk to you.

- Only one thing talks as far as I'm concerned, money.

- Wait a minute.

I can promise you a lot of conversation, Mr. Bonney.

We better go over in the office and talk.

It's more private.

- That suits me.

All right, Tragg, what's the play?

- I can use another deputy

that's as fast on the trigger as you are.

- Things seem to be quiet enough around here.

How come the rail road needs new detectives?

- Well, there's plenty of trouble going on

underneath the surface.

No tellin' when the lid will blow off.

- What kind of trouble?

- Well, when the settlers defaulted from their contracts

with the rail road company,

it was my job to run them off their property.

They resisted and several of my men got killed.

Warrants were issued for their arrests,

but the men took to the hills,

and that's where they're hiding out.

- Where do I come in?

- I'm going to see everyone of those settlers

either dead or behind bars,

but it's gonna take some good men to do it.

- What about the money.

- There will be plenty in it

when we find the settlers hideout.

- How are you gonna do that?

- Well, as chief of the rail road detectives,

I've offered a large reward for the capture of the settlers.

You collect the rewards and we split.

- That's a pretty tough job for one man.

- Oh, my men will help you.

- After what happened at the saloon (scoffs)?

I'd be afraid to turn my back on them.

Wait a minute.

I've got an idea.

A friend of mine just got out of prison a few weeks ago.

He's one of the toughest men in the country.

- What is he in for?

- Highway robbery, I told him to stick safe blowing.

That's his specialty.

He's one of the best powder men in the West.

- Say, I can use a man like him.

What's his name?

- Ah, what'd you say?

- What's his name?

- Ah, Fuzzy Q. Jones.

- Fuzzy Q. Jones.

- I'll send for him.

- Never heard of him.

(hooves thudding)

- Billy, you, you, you old horned toad.

I, I thought you'd never send for me.

- Save it, Fuzz.

We gotta get outta here before anybody sees us together.

(hooves thudding)

- Hey, what in tarnation is all the mystery?

- I haven't got time to explain everything right now.

Mr. Barstow, this is Fuzzy Jones.

- Glad to know you, Mr. Jones.

Billy's told me a lot about you.

- You boys can get acquainted later.

Right now I got a big job for you, Fuzz.

I made a deal for you to tie up

with the rail road detectives.

- Detectives, you mean I could wear a star?

- That's right, and I gave you a big buildup.

Tragg, the boss of the outfit thinks your plenty tough,

so you have quite a reputation to live up to.

- Tough, why, I'm so tough that the last rattlesnake I bit,

he just, just crawled away and died.

- You gonna need a lot more than that.

You're gonna neegi _some advanced publicity

to convince this Tragg

that you're as tough as I said you were.

- (chuckles) All he has to do just take one look at me.

- That's what I'm afraid of.

Now, the stage from Red Rock

comes along here any minute now.

You're gonna hold it up, single-handed.

- Yeah, well, that oughta be easy, I ah (mumbling),

me hold up a stagecoach single-handed?

- I'll be there to back you up.

- How far back?

- Right back.

- Well, back or front, I ain't gonna be there.

- Fuzzy's right, Billy.

He can't hold up that stage.

It's breaking the law.

- Yeah, ain't legal for me to do a thing like that.

- The gents we're up against aren't so particular

about the level of the law, Mr. Barstow.

- Two wrongs don't make a right, Billy.

- This time it might prove an exception to the rule.

Now, the money on that stage belongs to Sharp and Tragg.

It was stolen from the ranchers after they were evicted.

- I'm afraid we can't get back what is rightfully ours

by using those methods, Billy.

- It's only the beginning.

We're gonna get everything back with interest.

You stay here, Mr. Barstow.

Come on, Fuzzy.

(hooves thudding)

There it is, Fuzz.

You're on your own.

- Oh, now, listen, isn't there some other way

I can get a reputation without holdin' up a stagecoach?

First thing you know that thing's

gonna wind up with my obituary.

- The word's obituary.

I'll write it for you unless you get down there

and do what I tell you to do.

- (scoffs) Well, how about a mask?

- The one you got on is all right.

- Hey, this is my face.

- Oh, I thought it was a mask.

Anyway, I want them to see that homely mug of yours.

It's part of our scheme.

- Mm, all right, I'll go.

But if anything happens to me, you'll be sorry.

(stagecoach rumbling)

Pull off there!

Throw down your gun!

Now climb off of there with your hands in the air.

- What's going on here?

- None of your business.

- Now give me that money in the Express box.

You heard what I said!

Give me that money!

I'm a tough hombre, I am!

And I don't want no foolin' about it!

If anything should happen,

why you're only committing suicide.

Get it!

Now get back in the coach, go on!

You get up on your box there, you monkey!

Get on outta here, pronto!

Now, get going!

- Yah, yah (whistles)!

(stage rumbling)

(Billy laughing)

- Oh, oh!

(hooves thudding)

(hand thuds)

- Hey, I showed them, didn't I?

- [Billy] You sure.

- The law in our own hands like this.

- I haven't got time to argue with you now, sir.

I've gotta get Fuzzy into town, so long.

Come on, Fuzz.

(hooves thudding)

You know what to do, Fuzz.

I'll meet you at the saloon later.

- Yeah, but supposin' somebody recognizes me

as the bandit what held up the stagecoach?

- That's just the idea.

If they don't the whole scheme will fall through.

I'll be seeing ya, Fuzz, I hope.

- You hope, I hope.

Oh, woe is me.

Horsey, I think we is in trouble.

(hooves thudding)

What in tarnation is all your rush, oh.

(lively piano music)

All right, all right, I'll go in,

but you always remember,

if anything happens to me you're gonna be responsible.

(lively piano music)

I'm Fuzzy Q. Jones!

Stand back, hear?

Give me room before I make kindling wood out of this saloon!

(lively piano music)

I'm Fuzzy Q. Jones!

- Lay off the gun, Pete.

That's the fella Tragg was expecting.

- I'm a tough hombre!

Now, stand back, ya give me room

before I make kindling wood out of this here saloon!

Give me a drink!

. Hey, what do ya!

Oh, you shot me!

- You pig, you!

You scare away my boyfriend.

He's got lots of money.

- Money (chuckles), well, I got lots of money too.

- You have lots of money?

- Why sure, mm hmm.

- Then you are what they call

(speaking in foreign language), no?

- No, no.

- Oh, Fuzzy.

- Yes (chuckles), two guesses.

(speaking in foreign language)

- Hey, nevermind that Spanish business, baby.

You're just plain Rosie O'Grady to me.

- Flanagan to you.

- Flanagan, well, now that we understand each other,

(chuckles) sit down.

Let's have a drink.

Come on, bartender, bring it up here!

Give me a little of that panther.

(hooves thudding) (stagecoach rumbling)

- [Driver] Whoa, whoa!

- What happened, why isn't this stagecoach on its way?

- We were held up.

We lost the money we were gonna ship.

- Well, what was you doing, picking daisies?

- Well, I couldn't do anything.

The bandit was the toughest two gun killer

I'd ever met up with.

- He was?

(gun firing)

(Fuzzy laughing)

- Where I goes, I always leave my calling card (chuckles).

F.Q.J. stands for T.N.T, Dynamite Jones,

that's what they calls me (laughing).

Well, how am I doin', baby?

- All right, Fuzzy.

- Say-

- That's the bandit that held up the stagecoach.

- Yeah, but wait a minute.

Didn't he say his name was Jones?

- Yeah, and there's no Jones living

can stick me up and get away with it.

- Well, let me handle this.

I'll get the money back.

You know, I sent for him.

- You what?

- Yes, he's gonna be one of my new deputies.

Hey, Jones!

Come here!

- Yes, sir.

- Fuzzy, you're not going to leave your baby now, are you?

- I say not.

Anybody wants to talk to me can come over here, I'm busy.

- That's telling them, Fuzzy.

(Fuzzy chuckles)

- All right, beat it, Rosie.

- You can't talk to--

- You heard me!

- I said that you--

- I'm Ward Tragg and this is Luther Sharp.

I think you and him met down the road away.

- Well, what about it?

- You can't get away with that money you stole from me.

- I can't, huh?

What's on your mind?

- Listen, anybody working for me

does nothing on their own hook.

- Who said I was working for you?

- Now, this has gone far enough.

I'm gonna get that money back

if I have to choke it out of you with my bare hands,

- Bleck!

Hey!

You try that and I'll tear ya ears off,

and throw them right back in your face again!

- What's the matter, killer, you mad?

- [Fuzzy] Oh, hello, Billy.

- What seems to be the.

I don't know what I'm going to do with you.

How many times have I told you to stick in your own?

- I, oh, well, I'm sorry.

- Ah, come on, let's go over

to Sharp's office and settle this.

- Oh, there ain't nothin' to settle.

Hey, you know, the pickings are pretty good around here.

Ah, why don't you and me play a lone hand?

- Well, it won't do any harm to listen

to what the gents have to say.

- No, but you gotta talk fast,

because my time's gonna be occupied around here

for the next few days.

- I'll see that it is.

Now listen, Jones, if you do as I say and return the money,

you won't lose a thing.

- Ah, the whole proposition don't make sense to me.

- Can't you get it through that thick skull of yours

that the money you stole belongs to me?

- (scoffs) You mean did belong to you.

Belongs to me now and your money to me

is just as good as any other fella's.

- You were sent for because Billy said

you can do certain things and do them right.

- Sure, I got a reputation.

When I blows up things, they stayed blowed.

Powder Monkey Jones, that's what they calls me.

- We know all that, but--

- Hey, I better be paid

if I'm gonna act like a rail road detective.

I've got my future to think of.

- Afraid you might be humiliated?

- Humiliated, no, embarrassed.

- Oh, we're settling this thing once and for all.

Are you working for me or aren't you?

- Iah.

I am.

- Now you're being sensible.

- But I'm keeping the money I got!

- Ah, give me that.

I'll see what I can do with him.

Hey, Jones, wait a minute.

Wearing one of these things will keep you perfectly safe.

Don't you understand?

You'll be the law?

- You ain't foolin' me, are ya?

- No.

- There.

- Uh huh, now, how about a compromise on that money deal?

- Well, you know, Billy, I'm a fair man.

I'll tell ya what I'll do.

I'll leave it up to you.

- Have him turn in that money.

- I can't do it!

- You can't-.

- Now, take it easy, Tragg.

When he's like this, he's dangerous.

No use trying to force him.

- Well, he can't get away with this?

- Listen, we can't get, I've got an idea.

Why don't you let him keep Sharp's money as an advance

for the settlers.

- Hey, Kid, you're a wizard.

I was just gonna suggest that.

- I read your mind.

Now, what do ya say?

- Well, I don't like it.

- Give us a couple of days to get set.

Then I'll guarantee Fuzzy will pay back what he owes.

- Well, I want you in town by next Wednesday,

because there's liable to be a lot of trouble.

(hand thudding)

- Who's it, where, where, what, what, what?

(hooves thudding) (suspenseful music)

- Hello, Newton, Barstow here?

- Yes, he's inside.

- Good.

I got some bad news for you, Mr. Barstow.

Sharp is selling Clark's place

at auction day after tomorrow.

(settlers murmuring)

- I'll get even with the rail road company

if it's the last thing I ever do.

- I don't think the railroad's behind this deal

to cheat you settles out of your homes.

- They're fighting us in court.

- Sharp's working for them.

You can't deny that.

(settlers chattering)

- I still think there's something funny

about those contracts that Sharp gives to the new buyers.

- The rail road issued the deeds

on every section that's been resold.

- [Man] Did you ever check on them?

- No, they're mostly out of town folks.

- Well, shouldn't be hard to check on one of those deeds.

All we have to do is buy in on Clark's place.

- Do you realize how much money that would take?

- At 65 an acre, about $$40,000.

(settlers murmuring)

Any of you men know where Tragg and his outfit

hid those cattle he stole from you?

- Sure, in the canyon behind Mel Turner's place under guard.

- It shouldn't be hard to raise $40,000 on them.

- It won't be.

(settlers murmuring)

- These men are fugitives already.

You can't ask them to commit any more illegal acts.

- Mr. Barstow, cattle rustling

won't make it any tougher on them.

- [Clark] I'll say it won't.

- Think we can get that herd?

- You bet we can.

(settlers murmuring)

- Clark, Fuzzy, and I will take care of those guards.

You men round up those cattle.

We'll meet you on the road.

- I don't like the idea

of taking the law into our own hands.

- Ah, it's too late to talk about that now.

Besides, we haven't any choice.

Come on, Fuzz.

(suspenseful music)

- The guards are down at the other end of the canyon.

- Let's get 'em.

Make sure none of 'em get away, come on.

(suspenseful music)

(guns firing)

Take care of 'em, Clark.

(suspenseful music)

(men shouting) (cattle mooing)

(suspenseful music)

Got to drive those cattle hard, Newton.

- The boys know that.

- I'll ride on ahead to Capital City

to make the deal with the bank.

Fuzzy, meet you at Eagle Rock.

- Right.

Yah, yah, yah!

(suspenseful music)

(men shouting) (cattle mooing)

(suspenseful music)

- Get the money?

- Yeah, now hurry into town with it

and get it in Barstow's hands as soon as you can, hurry.

- Well, I'll do the best I can or else.

- I'll follow you in.

Good luck, Fuzz.

(suspenseful music)

- Now folks, what am I paid for this most valuable

piece of land in the whole of Red Rock Valley?

Who's gonna give me the first bid?

Who will bid $5,000 to Start?

All right, what are my bids?

Who's gonna give me $5,000?

- [Man] I'll pay 5,000.

- Don't be bashful, folks.

I've got 5,000 bid.

Who will make it 10?

- I'm afraid the money will get here too late.

- 5,000 bid, who will bid 10?

(townsfolk murmuring)

(hooves thudding)

15,000, who will pay 20?

15,000 bid, 15,000 bid.

Who will pay 20?

- 20,000.

- [Auctioneer] 20,000 bid, who pays 21,000.

This is a beautiful section of land go for a bold $21,000.

(Fuzzy laughing)

Well, it's worth $55 an acre of anybody's money.

Now, come on.

Who will pay 22?

- $22,000 I bid!

- 22,000, did you say 22,000 there, Barstow?

- I did.

(townsfolk murmuring)

- $22,000, Mr. Barstow bids.

Who raises Mr. Barstow's bid?

(townsfolk murmuring)

- 25,000!

- 26,000!

- 26,000 Mr. Barstow bids!

Who's gonna raise Mr. Barstow's bid?

Do I hear 27?

- Pete, get out there and outbid Barstow.

- Mr. Barstow bids $26,000!

Do I hear 27?

Do I hear 27,000?

- $30,000!

- 30,000, do I hear 31,000?

(townsfolk murmuring)

- Stop him from bidding.

- Who, me, how?

- I'm not particular, just stop him.

(townsfolk murmuring)

- 31,000!

- 31,000, who will raise it to 32,000?

(townsfolk murmuring)

- 35,000!

- [Auctioneer] 35,000, thank you.

- 36,000!

- 36,000, Mr. Barstow bids!

Who will bid 37,000?

- 37 (gasps)-

(townsfolk murmuring)

- 36,000, 36,000 the bid, 36,000 the bid!

Do I hear 37?

36,000 bid!

36,000 bid once!

36,000 bid twice!

36,000 twice!

36,000 the bid!

Do I hear 37?

Sold to Mr. Barstow for $36,000!

(townsfolk murmuring)

- Why you sore face coyote!

- Would do you wanna attack me for?

- Get away from me!

I'll stranger ya!

- Oh, you will?

I'll tell you something too!

- The bill of sale, Barstow.

The deed will be forwarded by the rail road company.

- Thank you.

- I can't understand it.

This deed's in perfect order.

- That proves the rail road company knows

the land's being sold for exorbitant prices.

In spite of the fact,

they offered to sell it back

to these settles for $5 an acre.

- I guess you're right.

- Let me have a look, oh.

- Oh, you're like a bull in a china shop.

I'm gonna get you a wet nurse so they can follow you around.

- I'm sorry.

- You're sorry is not gonna help matters any.

Say, look at this.

Can't you see traces of figures

underneath the amount of $36,000?

See, there's a three and a two and two zeros.

- Yes, somebody erased the original figures

and wrote in the new ones.

- Then the rail road company think

they were selling the land for $5 an acre.

Let's see, 640 acres times five is $3,200.

That was the original amount on this deed.

- I'll examine the courthouse records

and see if any of the other deeds

that Sharp sold have been tampered with.

If so, I'll contact the president of the rail road company.

- That's a good idea.

- Say, I just received this telegram

from Mr. Trainer of the rail road company.

- Yeah, a letter from Clem Barstow

states there are irregularities

in your handling of the land division.

I'm leaving immediately for Red Rock

to investigate the matter, signed John Trainer,

Vice-President of the Western Railroad Company.

- Evidently, Barstow has discovered

that we changed figures on that deed.

- We gotta get him out of the way before Trainer gets here.

If they meet, it'll blow the works sky high.

Blow the works.

Say, Jones could do that for us.

Where is he?

- Well, probably in the saloon.

He's been hanging around with that girl

every chance he gets.

- Well, come on, let's get him.

- Come on, Fuzzy, give your baby a little kiss.

- (chuckles) No.

- Oh, don't be like that.

- Oh, no.

- [Rosie] Just a teensy-weensy little one?

- [Fuzzy] No, not a teensy-weensy little one (gasping).

- Give baby a little kiss.

- No.

(mousetrap thuds) (Rosie screams)

- Oh, oh, oh!

Help me get this off my finger!

- Hold Still.

- Do something.

- Come on, break it up.

I've got an important job for you, Jones.

(Fuzzy speaking gibberish)

- Help me get this off!

- I want you two boys to help Jones

blow up the Barstow house,

and make sure that Clem Barstow is in it when it blows up.

- Hey, now, wait a minute here.

That's gonna take a lot of planning and a, and a thinkin'.

- [Ward] All you need is powder and fuse.

- Yeah, but we ain't got no powder.

- [Ward] Pete will get that for ya.

- I, ah, you sure you got enough?

- Yes, we got plenty!

(Fuzzy grumbles)

- Oh!

- Eh, eh, I'll be right back.

Ah, Rosie's got my bankroll.

- Oh, oh.

- Rosie, I want you to do something for me.

- Get this thing off my finger first.

(Fuzzy screams)

- Look, you can have this money

if you'll take a message to Billy the Kid for me.

- All right.

- Tell Billy that Tragg and his men

are planning a big blowout.

Has to be a surprise party for Clem Barstow, got it?

- Yes.

- Everything's all set.

- All right, pick up the powder at the hideout,

and beat it to Clem Barstow's rance pronto.

- Right.

- Well, what're you waiting for, get going.

(hooves thudding)

- I've been agent, Mr. Barstow.

Tragg will stop at nothing

to prevent you from meeting Trainer.

- I'm going to stand my ground and fight this thing legally.

- I'm sorry you feel that way,

because I'm gonna have to do something I didn't wanna do.

- [Clem] Well, what do you mean?

- I'm arresting you for running off with the cattle

that belonged to rail road company.

. Why-

- So you're one of Tragg's hired killers after all.

I might've guessed this was all a scheme

to gain my father's confidence.

- I'm doing a job, Miss Helen.

Now, I think we better be going, sir.

I'm taking you into Red Rock.

(hooves thudding)

(birds chirping)

- Hey, there's Barstow leaving and the Kid's with him.

(hooves thudding)

We've gotta tell Tragg about this pronto.

(hooves thudding)

- You sure messed things up in grand style

by arresting Barstow.

- Well, I knew he was dangerous,

so I figured it'd be a good idea to get him out of the way.

That's why I framed him.

- Well, you meant all right,

but you spoiled our plans for removing him permanently.

- Well, why didn't you let me in on your plan?

- It's too late to talk about that now.

We've gotta get Barstow out of the way

before Trainer gets here.

Pete, Biff, round up the boys.

We're gonna hold a real nice party for Mr. Barstow.

- Now, wait a minute.

We can't do anything out in the open.

- We won't be connected with it.

We'll have the men spread reports

that Barstow double-crossed the settlers,

and that he was the one that caused all the trouble.

Now, the boys will have to make it look good.

You know, stir the people up.

Talk about hanging, lynching, and all that, you understand.

- Yeah.

- And the signal for the rush on the jail

will be two taps on the fire gong.

You handle that.

- [Pete] All right.

- [Ward] Now, let's get busy.

We haven't got much time.

- We gotta stop them from giving that signal

till I get Barstow out of jail.

- Leave it to me.

- But I tell ya, Sheriff, I deliberately framed Barstow.

I knew that Tragg was out to get him,

so I though jail would be the safest place.

- I can't let Barstow out just on your say so.

It's got to be done by the regular process of law.

- Yes, and while the law is taking it's course,

that mob's gonna come busting in here.

The man's life is in danger.

You're gonna have to release him.

- Ain't nobody gonna take a prisoner

away from me without a fight.

I'll round up a posse and protect the jail.

- Nah, you're making a mistake.

And I'll see if I can round up and men for ya.

- Hey (clears throat), how's this gadget work?

- Oh, that's very simple.

All you gotta do is bang on it

a couple of times just like this.

(Fuzzy screams)

- Hey, don't do that.

You, you'll start the signal too soon.

- Well, maybe you're right at that.

- Judd, you and Tex take the back.

You boys cover the windows.

- Just a minute, Miss Barstow.

It's not safe for you to be in town today.

- Why not?

- There isn't time to explain right now.

- Well, it's about time to start the riot.

- Hey, what time is it?

- Quarter after one.

- Quarter after, hey, that time is no good.

It's way off.

- Why you're crazy!

It's right on the dot!

- I tell ya it was off!

Do you wanna make something of it?

- You trying to tell me what to do?

- Yes!

- I owe you one from the other day!

(triangle rings)

- That's the signal for the mob to start storming the jail.

Miss Helen, you've gotta get out of here.

- Let go of me!

- Now you've got to listen to reason.

(triangle rings)

(men chattering)

That mob's headed this way and they mean business.

We're outnumbered five to one.

- Well, there's nothing to do but fight it out.

- I'm not so sure about that, Sheriff.

No use risking lives.

I'm taking Barstow out of here.

Open that cell.

Hurry up, quick about it.

(men chattering)

Gotta make a run for it, Barstow.

The horse is out in back.

Come on, hurry.

(knocking on door)

- Hand Barstow over to us, Sheriff,

or we'll tear down the jail and take him!

- You're making a mistake, men!

Barstow ain't here!

- The Sheriff is pulling a bluff on us.

There goes Barstow and Billy the Kid's with him!

Come on, men, get on your horses.

- Hey. hey, hey, look!

(triangle rings)

(hooves thudding)

- Billy the Kid beat it with Barstow.

- Well, why don't you go after him?

- Wait a minute.

If we can stop Trainer from reaching town,

Barstow will keep.

Let's get him off the stage.

(suspenseful music)

- [Fuzzy] Hey. hey!

(suspenseful music)

- Well, it looks like we lost them!

- Yeah, well, let's go on back!

(suspenseful music)

- You fixed it so I'll never be able

to show my face in Red Rock again.

Now, I'll never be able to meet Mr. Trainer.

- You don't have to go into Red Rock to meet him.

- What do you mean?

- We're gonna head off that stagecoach.

Fuzz, fix that badge, come on.

(suspenseful music)

(guns firing)

(suspenseful music)

(guns firing)

- Fuzz, go take that trail!

(guns firing)

Hold your fire, Barstow.

(suspenseful music)

(guns firing)

(suspenseful music)

(fists thudding)

(suspenseful music)

(hooves thuddi_ng) (wagons rumbling)

- The rail road company was most generous

in restoring the settlers homes for them, Mr. Trainer.

I don't know how we'll ever thank you.

- I think you should thank Billy the Kid.

- Well, it was what anybody would've done

under the circumstances, Mr. Trainer.

Besides, Fuzzy deserves a lot of the credit too.

Hey, Fuzz, come on over here!

- Sure.

(powder explodes)