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(pleasant orchestra music)

(thumping)

(crashing)

- Say, what were you doing in that barrel?

That's my business.

I guess I can ride around the country In a barrel

if I wanna, can't I?

- You a stowin' away on that wagon train?

- Traveling incognito.

0win' to a little unfriendly poker game.

A very unfriendly poker game.

Where you headin', bub?

- Miles City.

Aimin' on finding work, maybe in the mines.

Well now that's a coincidence.

I'm broke myself.

Aimin' the same direction, ah, leavin' out the work.

I am a promoter.

- Well hop aboard.

- What's your name?

- Steve Kells.

Whittaker's mine, Honest John Whittaker.

Well pleased to meet you, John.

Just make yourself at home.

- Say, you're a little mite polite for a native.

From the east, is ya?

Which part?

- All of me.

(light pleasant music)

(loud crowd noise)

- Drop that card.

- I seen him, Gus, you caught him red handed.

- He was crooked, I wanted-

(gun firing)

- Throw him out, hard.

- No room for skunks in this town.

We've been waitin' to catch you.

- Looks like there may be a vacancy

in the gambling department.

- Where are you goin', John?

- I'm going to take me up a new suit of clothes.

- He's been cheating study on me for the last eight nights.

- How much do you think he allowed, Gus?

Oh, close to around $400?

- There it is back, I ain't holding to card sharks.

- Hurricane, you're sure long on honesty

and quick on the draw.

A lady if I ever seen one.

- You spend your money on your wife and your kids, Gus,

they needed it.

Hank, through this snivelin' tin horn outta here.

- Well what are you going to have?

Beer or red eye?

- Nothin', ma'am, I'm not much of a drinkin' man.

- Well that's in your favor.

I own a saloon, but I don't hold to drinkin'.

- Are you Mrs.. McGuire?

No, my name is and always will be Miss Maguire.

- Oh, I was wonderin' if-

- If what?

- Well I was gonna ask you if you could ah-

- Musta rode a long way, tired and dusty.

Have you et?

- No, but ah.

- Well when a young fella comes if'n and but'n in here

just means he's rustlin' up food, a bed or a job.

- I could use all three of 'em.

- Didja ever saw, boy?

- No, but I could-

- And from the look of you, I don't think you could

heave coal or deal faro.

- No harm in tryin', ma'am.

- I guess you'll have to sing for your supper.

Say, you ever do any singin' or piano playin'?

- I can play a guitar a little

but not enough to be hired for.

- Well, I'll be the judge of that.

Leave me hear ya.

You can't be any worse than my last piano player I had.

Hey, boy.

This young feller is gonna give us a little music.

Now I want you should all listen.

It's elevatin'.

Let her go, son.

,60 With my guitar ,60

,60 I'll strum your blues away ,60

,60 With my guitar ,60

,60 We'll greet the break of day ,60

,60 If ever clouds of gray you find ,60

,60 I'll make those clouds all silver lined ,60

,60 With my guitar ,60

,60 A song of love I'll croon ,60

,60 With my guitar ,60

,60 We'll serenade the moon ,60

,60 And life will just be, trust me ,60

,60 Heaven for two ,60

,60 With my guitar and you ,60

,60 With my guitar ,60

,60 I'll strum your blues away ,60

,60 With my guitar ,60

,60 We'll greet the break of day ,60

,60 If ever clouds of gray you find ,60

,60 I'll make those clouds all silver lined ,60

,60 With my guitar ,60

,60 A song of love I'll croon ,60

,60 With my guitar ,60

,60 We'll serenade the moon ,60

,60 And life will just be, trust me ,60

,60 Heaven for two with my guitar ,60

,60 And you ,60

(audience applauding)

(fzlattering) (yelling at horses)

- Hold up, Border Legion.

- Where'd they get ya, Jess?

- 'Bout three miles outta town.

Took a strong box right out from under me

and he started shootin'.

Get Doc Osborne quick.

That gal in there stopped one of their bullets.

- Doc's over at Bixley Wells.

Take her into the bar, Hank.

Better take a look at her.

- Why me?

- Nevermind the why's or wherefores.

Once you get her fixed up I'll tell ya, now scat.

- Get back boys, give her air.

- Alice.

Give me your knife.

Get a lamp real quick.

- Get some of them clean bar towels and a lotta hot water.

- It is bad to come here.

This is the stage we just robbed.

Maybe they recognize us.

- Quit worryin', Santos.

I'm thirsty.

What's going on here?

How about some service?

- Shut your face, you big lummox.

Can't you see the doc's doin' an operation?

- Somebody hurt?

- Yes, pretty girl, stopped a bullet from one of them

Border Legion fellers.

I just wish some of them ornery weasels would

set a foot in here.

- Do you think you'd know 'em, ma'am?

- I have a nose for skunks.

(sniffing)

Smells kind of funny.

Like ah, like stale cigars.

I can't abide 'em.

- Put her to bed.

- Take her upstairs, Hank, I'll be right along.

- Stay close to her, will ya?

So you know her, don't ya now?

- Yes.

- You know, every once in a while I get

a bundle of papers from the east.

First day you struck town, I thought I recognized you.

I cut this out just so no one else would.

(soft orchestra music)

- Thanks, Hurricane.

- For my money, Dr. Kellogg, you'll do.

- We didn't know you as a doctor.

- There wasn't any reason for me to tell you.

- You can tell a man by the cut of his jib.

Now take me, for example.

- Yes, I've been wonderin' if I shouldn't.

You know, there's something mighty familiar

about them clothes.

- Sheriff, they're something mighty familiar

about your manner.

- (chuckling) You old pan-handler.

- That gang at the bar is the one that just held me up.

- You sure?

- Dead sure.

Their horses are tied right outside.

And I couldn't be mistaken on that big pinto.

- Senor, he looked this way.

- Come on.

- Hold on.

- Want me, Sheriff.

- Yes. you're under arrest, you and your whole gang.

- What's the charges?

- Nevermind that, charges will be preferred later.

- All right, add this to 'em.

(smacking)

(guns firing)

- We'll take the stage and follow 'em.

(guns firing)

(crashing)

(grunting)

- Are you all right? - Sure, I guess so.

- We gotta gather every man in town

that ain't afraid of a fight.

How 'bout you, Kells, you with me?

- I don't aim to be here very long.

I got an itchy foot that kinda keeps me travelin'.

- Come on, let's get back to town.

- You've been awfully kind, Hurricane.

How do I look?

- Pale and interesting.

- I've gotta convince Steve he must go back to Albany.

You think he will?

- Well, you never can tell from where you stand

which way a frog'll jump.

- Steve, you're plumb crazy.

You gotta tell that gal who you're coverin' up.

- I can't, John, it's her brother.

- Ohhh. (knocking on door)

- Come in.

- Hello Steve. - Hello Alice.

- They tell me you found a stray bullet in my shoulder.

- You always did have a knack for

gettin' in the way of things.

- Mr. John, suppose you and me let the young folks

have a chat.

- Ma'am, I'm yours to command.

- (giggling) Well now_, that's real nlce and polite.

- Miss Hurricane, where I come from chivalry ls not dead.

- Well, in this territory they got it gaspin' for breath.

- I'm awfully glad to see ya.

How did you find me?

- Dr. Jim showed me your letter.

Oh, but don't blame him.

He didn't think I'd come to you.

- I'm glad you did,

but the authorities will follow you here.

- Suppose they do.

If they take you back then you'll have to tell the truth.

- I'm moving on?

- But where?

- Oh, I don't know, California, Mexico.

- I will let you sacrifice your life.

Steve, who is it you're shielding?

- Well you figured wrong, I'm the one.

- Don't lie to me.

- All right, maybe I'm trying to help someone.

If you'll just let me do my job as I see it,

I'd be grateful to ya.

- It isn't your job to protect a thief

and ruin your life and mine.

- You've got to go home now.

Listen, maybe someday we'll.

- No, no, there won't be any someday for us.

When do you want me to go home?

- The eastbound stage is leaving in the morning.

Would you be ready?

- If that's the way you want it.

- She's the gold-producingist mine I ever owned.

- You must be powerful rich.

- Rich, why Hurricane I am without a doubt

one of the wealthiest-

- Then how 'bout payin' your room and board.

- Yeah, yes, I was just gettin' to that.

Now you just pick out any one of them certificates you like.

- What for?

- Stock in the Queen Bee.

Anybody can pay you with money.

But Hongst John Whittaker pays with gold nuggets.

- [Hurricane] Where are they?

- Sproutin' in the ground with the daisy flowers.

Now there's 100 shares for you

and 100 shares for your hospitality,

which I hope to continue to enjoy for a good many moons.

- Well this pits me as stockholder.

- Well I wouldn't be surprised if someday you find yourself

in the same position financially as I am.

(footsteps on stairs)

- They didn't talk very long.

- Well Steve's a man of very few words.

- Even so, he must've said 'em awful quick.

- Tell him the lady at eastbound stage leaves

in the morning at 9:00 sharp.

- Oh, what time does the westbound stage leave?

- 10:00 but if you're in a hurry there's one leaves

in about an hour, special.

Has to make connection with the Lewistown stage.

- I'll take it.

- Thank you.

- Maybe we take a walk, I guess.

- Well you guess right, I guess.

(pensive orchestra music)

- Saw you're workin' on that girl in the saloon, Doc.

Nice job.

- Thanks.

You didn't bring me out here just to compliment me.

- That's right, sawbones.

This leg of mine's driving me batty.

Take a look at it, will ya?

- Looks like I'm building up quite a practice.

Hey you, fella, don't make jokes.

He's one big man.

You're doing good.

- Don't fret, Santos, he'll do a good job on me

or I'll give you permission to do a good job on him.

- Heat some water, boiling hot, sterilize a knife.

- How soon can I use this leg, Doc?

- Barring complications, I'd say about two weeks.

- That makes a difference in a lot of things.

- Drop in town tomorrow and I'll change the bandages.

(laughing)

- I seem to have said something very amusing.

- Hey Doc, you go out of here in a sack.

- Santos, they got Davis and the boys at Lincoln.

Sweeney, you get the gang at the Bar X ranch at Allenby.

Have them take care of the other job, savvy?

- This seems to be a pretty busy organization.

- Nothing like it anywhere.

Runs smooth as clockwork.

- That means leadership.

The man that runs this outfit must have brains.

- That's me.

If there's anyone smarter, I ain't run up against them.

- Runnin' into a bullet was sort of accidental.

Even the head of the Border Legion could do that.

- Why you half-baked dude, I run the Border Legion.

- I might've known.

Only a brave man could have stood the probing

I did for that slug.

- What'd you expect me to do, holler mama?

- I figured the Border Legion was much larger than this.

- Well, this's just a small part of 'em.

I got men scattered all over the territory.

- Too bad. - What's bad about it.

- You bein' cut down in your prime.

- Listen you, there ain't nobody big enough

to cut down Jim Gulden.

- I'm not doubtin' your courage, Mr. Gulden.

That's why it's too bad to see a man like you

fall victim to-

- You mean his leg's gonna get me down?

- You've neglected it, unless I miss my guess

you're headin' for a pretty fancy case of gangrene.

- You gotta do somethin' about it, you're a doctor.

- I can save your leg and your life.

Just make up your mind who goes outta here in a sack.

- Santos.

From now on, you'll keep your traps shut.

Any orders as to who goes outta here and how comes from me.

- Thanks, I'm in no hurry.

I just as soon spend a little time with you.

- Don't take too much for granted.

I'm gonna keep you here until this leg gets better.

In case any of your friends start hunting you up, well.

- The people who are hunting me aren't exactly my friends.

- All right, you're on probation, but don't get careless.

- Keep your leg up there.

(laughing)

- You're the doctor.

- Miss Randall, you admit leaving Albany.

- Well then, as much as I'm in Miles City, yes.

- That proves my point.

You came here with the express purpose of meeting

Steven Kellogg, alias Kells.

I trailed you step by step.

- Heh, you shoulda stepped little faster, brother.

You ain't caught up with Steve yet.

- I always get my man.

- John, Officer Willis is questioning Ms. Ellis.

- Where is he?

- If I knew, I'd be glad to tell you

so you can take him back to Albany.

- Don't expect me to believe that.

You're engaged to him.

- Well, it's true.

I want him to stand trial because I know he's innocent.

- Ah.

Now old lady, I'll take a crack at you.

- You do and I'll take a shot at you.

You pucelanitus little popinjay.

- Now, now, Hurricane, don't start a'blowin'.

- They're all in cahoots, I don't believe any of them.

- Sir, do you doubt the word of Honest John Whittaker?

- Never heard of him.

- Well we have.

Me'n the boys wanna ask Mr. Whitaker about a gold mine.

- He no got gold mine.

The man from ** say she's a dead town.

There is no more gold there.

- Hurricane, who are you bellevln', them or me?

- I ain't a sayin', I'm a listenin'

but you better do some talkin', John.

- Don't encourage him, ma'am, he'll talk you outta

your eye teeth.

- Sir, you tellin' her that I ain't open and above board?

- You oughta be open, you've been plugged often enough.

I know this old horse thief, him and me's swung many a pick.

- Right there's my claim.

That's my assay reports.

Queen Bee, 3,000 to the ton.

- 3,000 what? - Bees, I mean, bucks.

- Shoot him. - String him up.

- Hanging is too good for him. - Let some air in him.

- Stand back!

I ain't gonna have no bloodshed here.

I just had the place scrubbed

- Yeah, if you have been took in, there's plenty of time

to see into this thing.

- All right, Sheriff, arrest him.

- Come on. - Lock him up.

- Hurricane, get me a lawyer.

Charged it to my account.

- Tell the truth, John, have you really got a gold mine?

- Why certainly I got a mine.

- But is there any gold in it?

- There usgqi to be. (guns firing)

They're comin' after me!

(exciting orchestra music)

Where's the Sheriff?

Get the Sheriff, he's gotta protect me.

(guns firing)

- Yeah, they struck her, Alder Creek's a'boomin'.

- Alder Creek booms again,

richest strike since Sutter's Creek.

- Say, where have you got my friend, John?

- Why, he's in the clink, like you said.

- Well you can't do that to Honest John, he's my partner.

- Amos, you released my fiance

or I'll smack you flatter than a pancake.

- You better take 100 shares.

You'll never get another opportunity like this.

Sold, thank you, sir.

You'll never regret it.

Next.

- I want 100. - 100 to you.

- I want 50. - 50.

- I'll take 200. - That's what I call a man.

- What am I offered for the Palace?

It's Alder Creek or bust.

Come on, boys, make your bids.

What'll I hear?

- Hey, I'm tryin'a sell shares.

- And I'm selling the Palace and buying up them shares.

You'n me are workin' the Queen Bee together.

- You can't do that.

- Who says I can't?

We're goin' to Alder Creek.

As Honest John Whitaker's partner,

I'm taking the shares of the Queen Bee off the market.

- Who elected you partner?

- I did.

- Now wait a minute now.

- Quiet you squirt.

(laughing)

- This is the finest piece.

(soft guitar music)

- What's the mafler, §:an't you play somethmg lively?

- Sure, sure, I cheer you up good.

(upbeat folksy guitar music)

,60 As I was walkin' one mornln' for pleasure ,60

,60 I spied a cow puncher all ridin' alone ,6O

,60 His hat was throwed back and his spurs were a'jinglin' ,60

,60 And as he approached he was singin' this song ,60

,60 Whoopee kai-yi-oh, get along little doggies ,60

,60 It's your misfortune and none of my own ,60

,60 Whoopee kai-yi-oh, get along little doggies ,60

,60 You know that Wyoming will be your new home ,60

,60 It's early in the spring that we round up the doggies ,60

,60 We mark 'em and brand 'em and bob up their tails ,60

,60 Round up the horses, load up the chuck wagon ,60

,60 Then throw the doggies out on the north trail ,60

,60 Whoopee kai-yi-oh, get along little doggies ,60

,60 It's your misfortune and none of my own ,60

,60 Whoopee kai-yi-oh, get along little doggies ,60

,60 You know that Wyoming will be your new home ,60

,60 Your mother was raised way down in Texas ,60

,60 Where the jimson weeds and the sandburs grow ,60

,60 We'll fill you up on prickly pear and cholla ,60

,60 Until you are ready for Idaho ,60

,60 Whoopee kai-yi-oh, get along little doggies ,60

,60 It's your misfortune and none of my own ,60

,60 Whoopee kai-yi-oh, get along little doggies ,60

,60 You know that Wyoming will be your new home ,60

(laughi_ng) _ (hooves pounding outside)

- See who it is.

(hooves pounding)

- It's Red. - Let him in.

- Miles City Bank is moving on its gold at dawn.

- Why?

- I guess you got 'em scared, Jim.

- How're they takin' it?

- All I know is they're moving it.

. L_et's get going.

We'll meet at the Bar X ranch.

We're not comin' back here.

- Why didn't you let me in on this, boss?

- Why sure.

Santos, ride herd on him.

If he makes a move to double cross us, blast him.

- Wide and permanent.

- Two more and then we go. - Uh huh.

- Are you boys riding shotgun all the way?

- Yeah, clear into Boise.

(guns firing)

(dramatic orchestra music)

- I'll take it.

(dramatic orch_e_stra music) (guns firing)

- What about Kells?

- We'll spring him later, come on.

(guns firing)

- It's Kells.

Steve Kells in the Border Legion.

- That's the story on my word of honor.

- That's the most foolish statement you've made yet.

- I am talkin' to Sheriff Link, Willets.

- Officer Willets, with a warrant for your arrest.

If you talk your way out of this, I'll be waiting.

- You'll have to get in line.

The Sheriffs one ahead of you.

- Kells, you haven't got a leg to stand on.

You were drivin' that gold wagon.

- I crashed that wagon, Amos.

- On purpose?

- It was my only chance of gettin' away.

- Keep that man seated, it's not customary.

- Does he have to keep buttin' in?

- Mr. Willets, right now I got on Steve.

- He's my prisoner too.

- Well there doesn't seem to be enough of me to go around

but if you'll both listen, I think I can send enough outlaws

your way to divide up even.

- And you're tellin' me why they're hidin' out?

- Better than that.

If you'll let me outta here-

- What kind of a territory is this?

Link, if you enter into doin' this skullduggery

with him, I'll-

- Now suppose you sit down and start takin' some notes.

- Notes, notes, what for?

- In case I get bamboozled by Steve

you'll have it all down in writing.

- Splendid thought, splendid.

- Now Steve, what's on your mind.

- That raid on the bank was staged

by only a handful of Legion's.

- Same bunch that were shootin' up the Palace?

- They're scattered all over,

but Gulden's the leader of 'em.

- What's that name again?

- Gulden, Mr. Gulden.

- I got it, thanks.

- After the raid we were to meet at the Bar X.

If I could stage a jail break and get back to them.

- That'll put you in strong with Gulden.

- That way I could lead the entire Border Legion

right into your lap.

- Trying to corrupt an officer, eh?

I've got it all in black and white.

- I reckon I'll have to hold you, Steve.

The judge and jury'll have to decide

if your story is true or not.

- Well, will you get word to Alice.

- Well she and Hurricane's gone to Alder Creek.

There's a big boom on, John's gold mine.

- [\Nillets] This town's deader than a doornail.

- I have to lock you up, son.

(pensive orchestra music)

Come on, Willets, you and I going out back and talk private.

- But I'm still jotting down.

- Bring it with you.

(pensive orchestra music)

- Reach 'em up, reach.

- Reach yourself, Jim, there's nobody here.

- Which one? - The big black one.

(door clanking)

- See how I take care of my boys, Doc?

(dramatic orchestra music)

(gun firing)

- That was the Border Legion, they sprung him.

- Sprung who? - Kells.

- Kells, sprung Kells?

Well go after him, go after him.

Can't, my horse threw a shoe.

- Of all the lug-headed sheriffs I ever saw,

you western ones are the dumbest

- Yeah, ain't we, though.

(laughing)

- Watch me to go back and knock them fellows off.

10 men for each one of mine and they killed.

- An eye for an eye, huh?

- That's what is says in my book.

- Jim, you bellow more and accomplish less

than a state Senator.

- Hey, you talk too big with your mouth, you.

- Yeah, who do you think you are, me?

- No, if I were I'd use my head for something besides these

penny ante jobs like that stage and the Miles City Bank.

That was a bust if ever I saw one.

- Sit down.

Doc, one of these days I'm going to leave Santos

have his way.

- You've got an organization capable of

taking this territory apart.

- My men are taken care of every-

- That's the trouble.

You're wastin' 'em on small stuff when you've got

a gold rush right in your front yard.

- Yeah, that's right, Alder Creek.

Sure, sure, we might knock it off.

- Not we, you.

Move in yourself.

Watch every ton of ore that's brought up.

Keep your finger on every pulse.

When the first big shipment of gold is ready to roll.

- I'll be ready to knock it off.

Why sure, one haul like that and we'd be set.

- It'll take time and men.

- I got both.

I'll send out riders.

I'll have every man on the Legion here inside of a week.

- When did we leave, boss?

- No, somebody know the Creek, they recognize you maybe.

- (laughing) He watches over me like a baby.

Sure Santos, they could pick me up for resistin' arrest,

but the stagecoach driver was knocked off

and they couldn't prove that any of my bullets

killed their man.

- That's right, boss.

And on that bank hold up, everyone was masked.

- But these fellow, he can't show his face in Alder Creek.

- He ain't goin' to.

- All right you men, listen.

Red, Clem, Ben, Joe, saddle up.

I'll give you the charge of each unit.

Every man, Jack, has to report here to Steve Kells.

Steve, you're in command of the Border Legion

under orders from me.

Santos here is runnin' carrier pigeon between me and you.

- What else I do besides run the errands?

- Stay close to the saloon and keep your ears open.

- What saloon?

- Use your head, man.

The saloon I'm openin'.

I'm a businessman, see?

The respected owner of ah.

All right you men, start thinking up a good name

for my saloon.

- Are you thinkin', Doc?

- Sure.

Hard and fast.

(upbeat tinny saloon piano music)

(laughing)

- My friends and fellow citizens, as mayor of this

fair metropolis I promise to bring you law and order.

(guns firing outside)

Hmm, boys are startin' early today.

Oh, where was I?

- Keeping law and order.

- Oh yes, another thing,

all horses must be kept off the sidewalk.

And last and most important.

Saloons is to be kept closed between 5:00 and 6:00

in the morning.

You got to sweep 'em out sometime

- John, I wanna talk to you.

- Amos, what're you doin' at Alder Creek?

- Any word from Steve?

- Plenty, he's hidin' out with the Border Legion.

- Steve with the Legion?

My that boy gets around.

- I don't believe it.

- Well, if Steve's doin' any hobnobbing with them skunks,

there's a reason for it.

- Darn good one, he's workin' for me and barrio' accidents

we'll bust that Legion gang.

- You can't send him into a thing like that,

it's too dangerous.

- It's dynamite, but he asked for it.

Now I gotta talk fast and get goin'.

I don't wanna hang around Alden Creek with Gulden here.

- Well get him out of here.

Can't you arrest him for that shootin fracas

back in Miles City?

- Can't you prove that he held up the stage?

What good would that do?

I wanna bag 'em all.

By the time Steve's through I'll be able to prove

that Gulden's the head of the Border Legion.

- How're you gonna operate?

- Just prior to the jail break Steve said somethin' about

the gang headin' for a place called the Bar X.

- Well that's only 10 miles from here.

It's an old, deserted cow outfit.

- Yeah, and Steve's sure to be on the lookout

figurin' one of us will try to get in touch with him.

- Well, I'll go.

I'll go on a wayside chance.

Well, none of them know me.

That's right, Miss Alice, you can ride out

sorta innocent like.

You're the one to contact Steve, you're new here.

- And when Steve sets the trap, I'll put the bate in it.

- You sure you won't be scared, Mlss Allce?

You know, you might have to meet up with

some of them Legion fellows.

- Yeah, that's the part I don't like,

putting her into contact with the seedy side of life.

- Why?

You got her workin' for you, you old high binder.

(chuckling)

- Gulden, Gulden that name sounds vaguely familiar.

- Maybe you read my sign.

I own this saloon.

Drop in and fill up any time.

- Never get full on a case, but I mean half full.

I don't drink at all.

Now if you should see this Kells, notify me.

- Where'd you be at in case I wanna

lay my hands on you in a hurry?

That ant hill they call the hotel.

I'll get him if it takes till doomsday.

- [Gulden] You're right there, mister.

It's desperados like that Kells the plays on us decent folk.

Now take me, I'm a man of a large family, I require-

- Yeah, all grown up boys, ain't they, Gulden?

I've heard a lot about 'em.

- Why don't you lock yourself in that Miles City jail

of yours, throw the key away.

- I might get lonesome, it's so empty.

- He had Kells but lost him through sheer stupidity.

Those hoodlums sprung him.

- Why Sheriff, I'm surprised.

- From now on I take over.

See this?

A warrant for Steve Kells' arrest.

- Now there's a man with something concrete to work on.

You've gotta have evidence to arrest people, Link.

- Don't I know it.

Well, it's town's outta my jurisdiction.

I think I'll go back to Miles City.

Good luck, Willets.

- I always get my man.

- Don't let anything spoil your record, hot shot.

(pensive orchestra music)

- Whose horse?

- Looks like a lady's out there.

(soft orchestra music)

- She's out like your last match on a windy night.

I got to get the Doc.

You two get back to the shack, tell the boys to clear out.

Leave her horse, I'll bring her.

- I can't bring her to.

- She's hurt bad, huh?

- Get me some water from the well,

it's got to be cold.

- Not too cold, Steve, it hurts my teeth.

- This is dangerous. Alice.

Why did you come?

- Well, the Sheriff Link explained everything to John

and he and I are going to work with you.

Now what do you want us to do?

- Arrange to have a wagon train leave Alder Creek.

Let Gulden think that it's carrying gold.

- All right, I'll bring word as soon as it's ready.

- Here comes Red.

- I'm quite all right, thank you very much.

- Do I give her a drink?

- Well, I really, I don't need it.

I'm awfully grateful to you.

- I'm the one that found ya.

- Oh, then I'm indebted to you.

Well, thank you both, I'll ride back now.

- I'd like to go a ways with you in case you get lost.

- We're bringin' in some cattle.

You can't leave.

- Well that isn't it all necessary anyway,

I come out this way often.

It's my favorite ride.

I hope I'll see you again.

- That'll be fine with me, ma'am.

Oh, and thank you again, mister um.

- Mont Morenci, Cecil Mont Morenci.

- Oh, thank you.

Good bye.

- Whaddya mean tellin' her a thing like that?

- Like what?

- Making me out a Mont Morenci.

What'll She think?

- Well, what is your name?

- Oscar McGooney.

- Well in that case she'll think a lot more of you.

- No, I'm afraid I won't be able to spare a man,

but ah, oh you.

Like to pick up a slow buck?

This feller do.

Tell him what you want.

Sorry to run away but I got a busy morning ahead.

- I understand.

- The man, he's full of business so early this morning, eh?

- Yes, yes, something about a gold train and a stove pipe.

Amazing people, they don't make sense.

- Hmm, a gold train leaves Stovepipe Bend maybe, huh?

- At noon, yes I believe that's it.

Now I want you to ride over to Miles City.

- (stammering) I go ask my boss.

- Come to the hotel, I'll have a message written out.

Just ask for Willets.

(pensive orchestra music)

- So I hear what I'm listening for.

Me, I got big ears.

- And a lot in between.

Go get Kells, tell him I'll meet him and lead the attack

at the ravine.

(pensive orchestra music)

That big shipment of gold, it be ready to leave at noon.

Me and the boss, we meet you at the ravine.

- Somebody better remind Steve he's in command.

- Where he is?

- (laughing) I introduced him to that gal.

She rides out here most afternoons.

He won't leave none of us see her.

- Where he see this girl?

- Down on the Oak Flat.

Oh, leave him be.

Fella's gotta have some time for sparkin'.

All work and no play'll make him a dull boy.

- He's really smart already, I think.

(tense orchestra music)

- Tell Gabby to start the wagons movin' at 12:00.

And Sheriff Link and the vigilantes need the wagon train

at Stovepipe Bend.

- Tell him to allow no more than 10 minutes

to get 'em loaded with men and guns.

That'll put him in the ravine sector about 12:30.

I'll be waiting there with the Border Legion.

- Steve, don't you realize you'll be in the center of fire?

The Legion and the wagons as well.

Promise me you'll be careful.

- I may be too busy for that

but I promise I'll keep duckin'.

If this comes out all right maybe you and I

can be moving on.

- Steve, we could go to Mexico.

- You'd look mighty cute in one of those

little lace spandanglers.

- Oh, you mean a manteiga.

- Look at that, you're talkin' Spanish already.

- Put 'em up, Kells.

All the time I say to myself, Santos,

the doctor bad medicine.

(smaclgirlg) (grunting)

(pensive orchestra music)

- Santos is riding back to Alder Creek.

Orders are that we move on.

- When? - Now.

- Santos said the gold train starts at noon.

What's your hurry?

- I don't give reasons, I give orders.

- Gulden's gonna meet us and lead the attack.

Once we get to the ravine, you'll just be one of

the hired hands so don't get too big for your britches.

- I worked my way up from a common horse thieve

to a 10 notch man.

Has Gulden made me lieutenant?

No.

- Take that up with a board of directors.

- Are you a joshin' me?

- I give orders.

Which way do you want?

- Well we got 'em.

We're movin', ain't we?

- All right, get goin'.

(tense orchestra music)

(hooves pounding)

- (whistling) Come on.

- What's the matter with you?

- I run into a trap.

That Kells man he's making a fool of you.

- Keep your shirt on.

Kell's run out on me.

- No, he's leading your men where you're say,

but the wagon train leader trap.

Is no carrying gold.

Is loaded with men and guns.

- If you're lying-

- I know what I say, I hear it with my own ears.

Kells and the girl, she say the men are going to

meet the wagon train at Stovepipe Bend.

He is to lead the Legion into the ravine.

- So they surprise attack, huh?

- Yeah.

- All right, Dr. Kells, give ya a dose of your own medicine.

- We ride to warn our men?

- That's right.

We ride that wagon train like I said.

- We are going to make the attack?

- I'll beat it, that wagon train goes to this spot

just like they plan, but we'll be ready for 'em.

We'll blast 'em wide open.

(hooves pounding)

The wagon train comes in from the north.

We'll wait until they get well in and.

(exciting orchestra music)

It's Gulden and Santos.

- Santos, Red, Joe, after him.

(exciting orchestra music)

- Here you are, men, choose your weapons and shoot straight.

Hurricane, you can't take part in this?

- Why can't I?

- Female's place is in a home.

- Oh, let me bag one of them ugly mooses for my mantelpiece.

- More boys comm.

- Get the drop on 'em.

(dramatic orchestra! music) (hooves pounding)

Santos got wise to our whole plan and spilled it to Gulden.

- Then we're licked.

- I don't know.

Santos, what's Gulden's plan?

- Spill it.

- He's ride to ravine and wait for train.

Steve, I tell, you help me please.

You don't let them.

- A gun in your ribs makes ya anybody's friend, doesn't it?

- Why ya halfbreed Indian, you're as yell yr as saffron.

That wagon train goes into the ravine on schedule.

But it goes in empty.

- I can't ask man to drive them wagons into certain death.

- Some men, Sheriff, aren't worth asking.

- All right, get down.

(tense orchestra music)

- Here they come, like rats into a trap.

(_guns firing) _ (dramatic orchestra muslc)

- Don't shoot!

Boss, it's me, Santos!

- Santos!

- Boss, look!

(guns firing) (hooves pounding)

(pensive orchestra music)

- Boss, boss, the others, they see you fall,

they run like rabbits.

It's Santos, you hear me?

- Sure, Santos.

You always watch over me like a baby.

I ain't done.

I'll get out of this.

- Anyway you figure, Gulden, your number's comin' up.

- The doctor fellow, he give us all bad medicine.

- Curin' people of things as my business, Jim.

- (chuckling) You're the doctor.

- All right, come on now.

The whole town is waiting to honor the man

that rid this territory of the Border Legion.

- Yeah, but John, I don't wanna go out there

and face all those people.

- You won't have to.

Steven Kellogg, you're under arrest.

- Too late, Mr. Willets, here's a telegram

from my brother, Jeffrey.

He's confessed.

- Here's one from the mayor of Albany.

Steve, you've been vindicated.

- Igoto