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(dramatic music)

,60 The Rough Riders riding, beware ,60

,60 The Rough Riders riding, take care ,60

,60 They're the finest bunch of fighters in the land ,60

,60 Chasing every rustler and guerrilla band ,60

,60 The Rough Riders watch the trail ,60

,60 The Rough Riders never fail ,60

,60 They keep law and order everywhere they go ,60

,60 Without a fear of any foe ,60

,60 And it's always great to know they're on your side ,60

,60 When those old Rough Riders ride ,60

,60 When the Rough Riders ride ,60

(thunder roaring) (dramatic music)

- You'll be all right, Silver. I'll see if the folks mind.

(rain pattering) (thunder rumbling)

(door knocking)

Hello in there. Anybody home?

(baby crying)

(thunder rumbling)

(elegant music)

- I put your trunk in your room, Miss Alice.

- Oh, thank you.

- Oh, uh, Red, how about the new cook?

- He's over in the shack.

- All right, you better tell him to get unpacked

and get to work.

The boys are yelling for grub after batching it for a month.

- Sure will.

- Dad improved the place a lot.

But it's still the same old Circle B, isn't it, Joe?

- (chuckles) I knew you'd still love it, Alice.

I guess people just don't forget the good things they had

when they were kids.

- But the best of the good things is gone.

My father, and yours.

Let's go in.

- [Steve] Whoa.

- So she finally got out here, huh?

- Yeah.

- Well, when she hears how hot it is around here,

she'll get back where she belongs.

- Not if Joe can help it.

He's been in love with her since she was in pigtails.

- Is that so? Well, you know what they say happens to love

when trouble knocks at the door.

- Yep. But don't forget, she's a chip off the old block.

And no one ever scared the old man out.

Heya, giddy UP-

(iallflty music)

- Your father and mine, the cook

and 10 cowhands, all killed.

Joe, it, it must've been a massacre.

- It was, Alice.

Those rats didn't give any of 'em a chance.

They just swooped down here that night and slaughtered...

Dad sent me for the sheriff, but I, I couldn't find him.

By the time I got back with some of the other ranchers,

it was all over.

- But why, Joe?

Dad never had any enemies. Everybody loved him.

Who would do such a thing?

- Rustlers, that night and nearly every night since.

They've been taking enough cattle off of our ranch

to make it serious, Alice, mighty serious.

- Oh, so that's why Mr. Wyatt wrote

he was having difficulty keeping cowhands

and had to send out of state for men.

- Yes, and I don't think much of the breed he's picked.

- Well, why not, Joe?

Father must've trusted Mr. Wyatt,

or he never would've placed his estate,

everything, in his hands.

- Oh, don't pay any attention to me, Alice. I, I don't know.

I guess I just miss all our old boys who are gone.

You know, we had a swell crew, like one big happy family.

(chuckles) I guess I just can't get used

to having strangers around.

- Joe, you have taken your father's place

as foreman, haven't you?

- Well, not exactly, Alice.

Of course, I know more about the ranch than anybody else,

so I just sort of straw boss when Wyatt isn't here.

- Joe, there's something I want to talk to you about.

(door knocking)

- Who's that?

- Well, Wyatt, I'd guess. He said he'd be over.

Come in, Mr. Wyatt.

- Hello, Joe.

- Mr. Wyatt, Miss Borden.

- I'm glad to know my father's best friend, Mr. Wyatt.

- Well, well, after all the letters we've exchanged,

Miss Alice, I feel we're already good friends.

- (chuckles) Yes, we should be, shouldn't we?

Won't you sit down?

- Oh, thank you.

- Joe and I have just been discussing the ranch.

- Oh, is that so?

Uh, by the way, Joe, before I forget it,

I saw the Lester ranch over in Marion County today.

The new man is offering top wages

for a good first-class foreman.

I spoke to him about you,

and the job is yours if you want it.

- Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Wyatt,

but I've just hired Joe as my foreman.

- Does that mean, Miss Alice, you're not considering selling

as I advised in my last letter?

- Sell the Circle B?

- Just what did you have in mind, Mr. Wyatt?

- Jud Mason, your neighbor to the north, has made an offer.

Naturally, considering the cattle losses you've taken,

it's not very much.

- Yeah, well, it wouldn't be, coming from that cheap,

conniving old skinflint.

- Joe.

- You know, Jud Mason's got his eye on the water

on this ranch because he hasn't got enough

for his own spread.

And he thinks because Alice here is a woman,

he can wheedle her down to his own cheap size.

Well, he's plumb loco, because I won't let him do it.

- Don't get excited, Joe.

The Circle B is not for sale, Mr. Wyatt.

- Well, of course, it's your property, Miss Alice.

But running the Circle B

with all the trouble we've been having is a man-size job.

- And, uh, we can handle it.

You know, Wyatt, what we need around here is some action

in bringing these rustlers to justice.

- Isn't anyone in authority doing anything, Mr. Wyatt?

- Why, Joe here knows I've been complaining to Sheriff Cox.

- Oh, Sheriff Cox. A lot of good it does to complain to him.

- Well, after all, he is the sheriff.

- Yes, and if I had my way about it,

we'd run him out of town.

- Now, Joe, let's talk this over quietly.

(hooves clattering)

- Hi, Woody,

- What do you want, stranger?

- Is the lady around the ranch?

- Yeah, up at the house.

- Thanks.

(door knocking)

- Yes, sir? What can I do for you?

- Well, I'd like to talk to the lady, if you don't mind.

- Oh. Alice.

- How do you do? - How do you do?

- Why, why, it's a baby.

Oh, isn't she cute, Joe?

- Uh-huh.

- It is a girl, isn't it?

- Uh, no. Boy.

- Oh.

- You know I, I'm awfully glad you like him

because I promised him that I'd turn him over

to the first lady that took a liking to him.

You know, I found him about 20 miles down the road here.

His parents are both dead. They were shot.

- Shot? By whom?

- Well, from the looks of the place around there, lady,

I'd, I'd say they were rustlers.

- Rustlers.

- Did you hear that, Wyatt?

- Yes, I did.

You didn't happen to see any of those rustlers,

did you, stranger?

- Why, no, my only concern is about this little shaver.

I'd be mighty obliged to you, miss,

if you'd kindly take care of him.

- Oh, the poor little thing.

What do you say, Joe?

- Uh-huh.

- We'll keep him.

- Oh, thank you, miss.

- You've ridden a long ways. You must be hungry.

- Well, I, I could eat. But I better be riding.

- Joe, take him out to the chuck house

and see that he gets some food.

- Oh, you shouldn't go to that bother, miss.

- Uh, Miss Borden's the boss here, stranger,

and what she says goes, so I guess you're gonna eat.

Uh, besides, we got a new cook.

- Oh, thank you, miss. So long, shaver.

(man vocalizing)

- Ah, and that ain't like your mother made, either.

(man vocalizing)

(object clattering)

- This better be good.

(man vocalizing)

- Why, this stuff ain't fit for the pigs.

- What is that bow-legged bean rustler

trying to do, poison us?

(gunshots booming)

- What's going on here?

- Who called this mangy hombre a cook?

- What?

Now you listen to me, you little nubbin.

I've cooked for cow outfits what is cow outfits,

and for cowhands what is cowhands, not saddle hoggers.

. Why. - Cut it out, Red.

What do you fellas think this is, a shooting gallery?

- Tastes pretty doggone good to me.

In fact, it's perfect chow.

- Who's this?

- None of your business. But the name's Bronson.

- All right, you fellas get going

and relieve the boys on the north range.

- Since when are you giving orders around here?

- Since Miss Alice made me foreman, flve minutes ago.

Get going!

See that this man gets a square meal, Sandy.

- Well, that'll be a pleasure, foreman. (laughing)

- Hey, doc, don't eat that. (chuckles)

One of them polecats has been working on that.

I'll get you a fresh bowl.

- Hey, is that stranger still around here?

- Yeah, in the chuck house.

Say, what's that foreman stuff with Joe?

- I thought you was gonna get rid of him.

- Huh? Well, when you coming out again, Wyatt?

- Oh, I'll be out in a day or two.

- Good, I thought I told your boys

to head for the north range.

- All right, boss.

- See you later, Wyatt. - Right.

Listen, I want you boys to lay off that kid.

You take his orders and like it, savvy?

. YEP-

- Right.

- Hurry up and throw that into you,

and I'll get you another bowl. (door clicks)

Um, I guess I better fetch a pail of water.

- Now wait a minute.

Haven't I seen you before somewhere?

- Maybe.

- You don't happen to chew gum, do you?

- Gum? Wl_1en I st_art chewing gum, I'll qult packing my guns.

- Uh, have you ever been around Bodie?

- Yeah, why?

- Ever see me before?

- Yeah, it was up on the Bar T Ranch.

I was one of the hands when you pulled that deal.

- Yeah, I guess that's where it must've been.

But you sure look like someone else.

- Well, I'm sorry for that guy.

- I'm the owner of the Larrabee Land and Water Company.

Suppose you come over and see me sometime.

I wanna talk to you.

- Maybe that's not too easy to do.

- Why? Someone looking for you?

- Maybe.

- I run things my way here in Larrabee.

I'm a lawyer, too.

- Well, if they ever catch up with me,

a lawyer won't do me any good.

I'll try and be there this afternoon.

Hey, cookie, where's the bunkhouse?

- Right across the way, neighbor.

- Thanks.

- See you later.

- You know, Joe, I've been thinking.

Did you notice the haunted look on that man's face?

.Wh°?

- The one who brought the baby.

- Oh, oh, yeah, kinda.

- Oh, well, he can't be all bad,

or he wouldn't have shown so much consideration for him.

(chuckles) (hooves clattering)

(door knocking)

- How do you do?

- Yes, sir?

- You the owner of this outfit?

- Why, no, Miss Borden is. Won't you come in?

- Thanks.

- My name is McCall, United States Marshal.

- Oh, well, how do you do, Marshal?

This is Joe Martin, our foreman.

- How are you? - I'm glad to know you.

Don't, uh, tell us we're finally getting some help

on this rustling trouble we've been having

around these parts.

- Well, that's one of the reasons I'm here.

- Won't you sit down, Marshal?

- No, I'm afraid I haven't time. I'm looking for a man.

Uh, here.

Oh, what a cute baby.

Hiya, little rascal.

Ever see that fella?

- No, no, we haven't, Marshal.

- Well, you might keep a look out for him.

I, I'll tack that poster up outside if you don't mind.

- I'll see that it's posted, Marshal,

after Joe's had a chance to show it

to the boys in the range. - Oh, thank you.

I, well, I guess I better be riding along.

- I'll make my headquarters

at the sheriffs office in Larrabee.

And I'd appreciate any cooperation you can give me.

- Fine.

- Good day, Miss Borden.

- [Alice] Goodbye, Marshal.

- So long. - Goodbye.

- Joe, go get Bronson.

Tell him I want to see him, but don't tell him why.

- Okay-

- He's the bravest little shaver you ever saw.

Took that 20 miles without a squawk.

- Why them low-down, killing polecats.

I never heard tell on such goings. Heh.

But that little shaver, you don't have to worry

about him losing weight with me cooking for him.

- You gotta do better

than that concoction you tried out on me,

or I'll make a pretzel out of your neck.

- Wha, oh, say, this fella was just telling me

about that little baby, Mr. uh, foreman. (chuckles)

You know, them young'uns is right up my crick.

You don't have to worry none about him with me being around,

because I've brought them- - Uh, tell me later.

Tell me later, Sandy.

Miss Borden wants to see you. You'd better come along.

- All right.

- Oh, maybe you're gonna get a job.

- You wanted to talk to me, miss?

- We had a visitor just now, a man named McCall

a United States Marshal.

He, uh, gave us this and asked us to post it.

- $500 is a lot of money.

It isn't everyone that'd pass that up.

- And it isn't every bandit

that'd show so much consideration for a child.

- Well, just because a man is wanted

doesn't necessarily mean he's bad.

- You can thank Miss Borden

for giving you a break, stranger.

Now I'd suggest you clear out and clear out pronto.

- Thanks, I will.

Oh, by the way,

as long as there's a United States Marshal hanging around,

you might as will give him this.

It was written by little shaver's mother

just before she died.

Thanks again, and goodbye.

- It identifies one of the rustlers.

- Yeah. I'm going after that marshal.

Say, Marshal.

- What is it?

- Pete and Mary Gibbs, who have got a little spread

just north of us, were killed last night.

Mrs. Gibbs managed to write that note before she died.

- Hm. Do you know this fella, Bill Cook?

- No, but if Mrs. Gibbs recognized him,

somebody in Larrabee oughta be able to identify him.

- Yeah.

Well, I'm glad you brought it to my attention.

I'll get right on it.

- Let me know if I can be any help.

- I will.

Are you Sheriff Cox?

- No.

What do you mean, stranger, coming around here

scaring a fella almost out of his hide?

- I didn't know people around here scared so easily.

- No, well, maybe we got things to be scared of.

- Not from my direction. Where's Cox?

- Gone home to eat.

- In the middle of the afternoon?

. YEP-

If you know the sheriff, he eats one meal a day,

and that's continuous.

- He must be a pretty busy man.

Say, uh, do you know a fellow around here

by the name of Bill Cook?

- Yeah, he rides for Jud Mason.

Just saw him ride in with Jud and some of the boys.

- Where'd they go?

- I guess over to the saloon. Didn't notice.

- Thanks.

- Ah, you're welcome.

(patrons chattering faintly)

- Steve, Wyatt hasn't got back from the Borden place yet.

- We'll wait.

- You better get back to the canyon, Steve,

and move that Gibbs's cattle.

- I'm handling things out there, Mason. I'll do 'em my way.

(hammer thumping)

- Bodie Bronson, huh? $500 reward.

- That's right.

- Who might you be?

- McCall, the United States Marshal.

- A marshal for Larrabee, huh? Well, ain't that swell.

How 'bout treating the marshal to a drink?

- Sure.

- What do you say?

- Yeah, I'll join you.

- What'll you have, Marshal?

- Lemonade.

- A lemonade marshal, huh?

- Well, suppose we all have lemonade.

- Why, we ain't got that many lemons in the whole state.

- Never mind, Al. Fix the marshal up.

And give the boys what they want.

That all right with you, Marshal?

- All right with me.

- Well, what are you gonna have, Cook?

- [Bill] Whiskey, straight.

- Where you from, Marshal?

- Just came down from the penitentiary.

Saw 'em hang a man I had brought in there.

Did you ever see a man hanged?

- No, uh, I don't wanna.

- Well, it's not a pretty sight,

especially if the fella's yellow.

This one was.

He killed a man and his wife.

- Yeah?

- Shot them both in the back.

He was supposed to be tough, one of these two-gun men.

But when he saw that scaffold,

he broke down and cried like a baby.

It took two guards to drag him up those 13 steps.

And when they got ready to put the noose on his neck,

he fainted. - Yeah?

- Couldn't take it.

He didn't even know it

when they put the black hood over his head

and stood him on the trap door.

When they sprung the trap, it cracked his neck

(snaps fingers) like that.

Of course, then they just left him hanging there

until the prison doctor pronounced him dead.

That's what happens to men that commit murder.

And that's what's going to happen to you, Cook,

for murdering Pete Gibbs and his wife.

- Oh, no, it's not.

One move, and I'll let you have it.

(gunshot fires)

- Well, you can't prove Bill did that killing.

- Get outta my way! - Oof!

- You got nothing on me.

- Nothing on you? I'll say I have.

And if you're not careful, I'll drag you into town with it.

Now get aboard your horse.

- Mr. Wyatt, I'm going to the post office.

- All right, go ahead.

(door rattling)

What's the idea of coming in this way?

I told you I ran things my way in this town.

- Yeah, and I think a lot of my neck, too.

- Come on in and sit down.

I picked this off a tree on my way in.

Bodie Bronson, huh?

- That's right.

- I knew I had you tagged, but I couldn't remember the name.

- With that mug plastered all over the country,

it's gonna be quite a help, ain't it?

- Yeah.

- What's on your mind?

- I got big things on my mind. I could use you.

Pull up a chair and sit down.

. How?

- Here's the deal.

- You can take care of that. Now, here are my credentials.

Lock this fellow up.

- You ain't gonna be taking his word

for this crazy thing, are you, Sheriff?

- Well, I, now look here, McCall,

you can't just lock up a man without any evidence.

- Since when?

You lock him up, we can talk about the evidence later.

- Where you gonna get the evidence, outta your hat?

- No, out of my pocket.

Mary Gibbs wrote this before she died.

And I'm keeping it in my pocket

'til it's time to show it to the judge.

Come on.

You see to it that this fella is here

when I want him, Sheriff.

(men chattering)

- You better get Wyatt busy on this.

- Yeah.

- What'd he mean Mary Gibbs wrote it before she died?

- I think he's bluffing.

Come on. Open up and let me outta here.

- Well, I can't do that. There's no way.

- Well, you better be finding a way

and finding it quick, you yellow rat.

- I'll, I'll talk to Wyatt.

- And don't lose any time about it.

- And so, no matter what happens,

I'm pinning the blame on Bodie Bronson.

- That's swell.

(door knocking)

- Take it easy. I'll see who it is.

- The United States Marshal just arrested Bill Cook

for murdering Pete Gibbs and his wife.

- What?

- Oh, Wyatt. I'm glad you're here too, Mason.

Do you know what?

The United States Marshal- - I know all about it.

Come on in here.

- Who's he?

- That's Bodie Bronson.

- Bodie Bronson? - Bronson?

- Bodie, this is Sheriff Cox. This is my partner, Jud Mason.

- Hi, Sheriff. - Hi.

- Hi, Mason. - Hi.

- From the excitement around here,

it kinda looks like you need a new range boss.

Who's this fella Bill Cook?

- Yeah, what are you gonna do about him?

- Ah, the blockhead getting himself messed up like this.

- Yes, and that Marshal's got a paper in his pocket

that he says Mary Gibbs wrote before she died.

- What?

- Yeah, must be she identified Bill,

but the, the marshal won't say yet.

Bill thinks he's bluffing.

- He don't look like the bluffing kind to me.

- Gibbs, weren't they the parents of that baby I found?

- That's right. And what about that paper?

How did you come to miss that?

- With every sheriff and marshal in the country

looking for me, you think I'm sap enough

to stop for a piece of paper that doesn't concern me?

The only reason McCall is out here is he's on my trail.

- Yeah, that's right.

I, I got excited about that paper

on account of the kid situation.

Forget it.

- Yeah, wha, wha, what about this kid?

- Never mind that.

From now on, Bodie here is bossing this range,

and everything that happens around here

is going to be linked to him.

- Yeah, but what about Steve? He ain't gonna like it.

- He'll take orders from Bodie and like it.

You get word to him that I said so.

Now get going, and turn the men over to him.

So long.

- Say, (stammers) how about Bill Cook? He'd talk plenty.

- You know what to do about that. And do it tonight.

- Yeah, all, all right.

- Steady.

Is that the Gibbs' cattle?

- Yeah, they only had a handful.

- Come on, let's get to camp.

- Hiya, Steve.

- Hi.

You all right?

- Sure.

- Say, did the marshal get Bill?

- Yeah, and Wyatt don't like it.

- Oh, he don't, huh? What's your name?

- My name's Bob Bronson. They call me Bodie.

- Oh, yeah, I've heard of you.

- That's right. I'm taking over here.

- You're what?

- You heard me.

And we're gonna do things a little differently, too.

- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah.

And we're starting in by not wasting our time

murdering people over a handful of scrawny steers.

- Why I..: (men grunting)

- Get up!

- You'll never be able to boss this outfit.

- Aren't you cooled off yet?

(objects scraping)

- How you coming?

- Just about through. You got that horse out back?

- Yeah, sure.

- I don't know why I'm doing this.

All you gotta do is open that door.

- What, and put me on the spot? I'm going for my supper.

You be sure you're gone when I come back,

'cause I don't know nothing about it, see?

- I'll be gone.

- Here's your gun.

- Drop that rifle and that six-shooter.

Now get outta here if you know what's healthy for ya.

- Who are you?

- Wyatt sent me. Drop on that horse, let's get outta here.

- Giddy-up. Ha!

- See you in the morning, Graham.

- All right, Mr. Wyatt, I'll be down early.

- Good evening.

- Evening. Say, you're Marshal McCall, aren't you?

- That's right.

- I'm Wyatt.

- How are you?

- Sheriff Cox is telling me that you're down here

to clean up these rustlers.

- Well, that's part of my job.

- Well, I'm mighty glad to hear that,

because I represent the Borden ranch,

and we've been losing plenty of stock lately.

- Just how do you represent them?

- Well, when old man Borden was killed by the rustlers,

I took over the handling of his affairs for his daughter.

- Oh.

You know, I've been talking to some of the ranchers

around this part of the country

and they seem to think there's more behind this thing

than just plain rustling.

Could be that someone's

trying to freeze out these landholders

in order to get ahold of, well, valuable water rights.

What do you think of it?

- I've been talking to 'em, too.

But personally, I don't think there's anything to it.

- Why?

- Oh, of course, a few of the ranchers

have lost their spreads through foreclosure.

But Marshal, I've been in this town a long time,

and I don't know anyone dishonest enough

or even crazy enough

to think they could pull anything like that.

- Well, I've known some men

that try to cash in on being crazy.

- Hey, Marshal, I've been looking all over for you.

- What's up? - Bill Cook's escaped.

- Escaped? - Yeah, somebody must've

slipped him a saw when I went out to supper.

When I come back, he was gone

clean through them window bars.

- How did it happen?

- Why, Bodie Bronson messed things up.

What's the idea of hiring a range boss like that?

Why, he'd hang any one of us for no reason at all.

- Listen, he's the kind of a range boss I want.

Trouble wit_h you is that you're going yellow.

Now get out and watch that marshal.

- Yes, sir.

- Cook worked for Mason, didn't he?

- Yeah, but Jud Mason's on the level,

one of our best citizens.

- Doesn't his place join the Borden ranch?

- Yeah.

- Does he ever do business with Wyatt?

- Well, yeah, sure.

Wyatt handles most of the land deals around here.

- Uh-huh.

Well, you'll be getting a new set of bars in there

because you're gonna need 'em, here.

- Tom Nelson just told me

he's got his whole herd in Baldy Basin,

ready to drive out day after tomorrow.

(chuckles) He thinks he can beat the rustlers.

- So Nelson won't sell, huh?

Day after tomorrow, you said?

- Yeah. It'll be a cinch to run 'em off tonight

with Nelson so shorthanded.

Why, he won't have more than a couple of men

guarding the herd.

- Yeah.

I'm ridin' out now to give Bodie his orders.

Meet me here tomorrow morning.

- All right.

,60 Little tenderfoot ,60

,60 Rest your head ,60

,60 Don't you think it's time ,60

,60 That you should be in bed ,60

,60 For the sun has gone to rest ,60

,60 And the birds are in their nests ,60

,60 Little tenderfoot ,60

,60 Rest your head ,60

,60 Some day you'll grow up ,60

,60 And roam the hills the way I do ,60

,60 You will have your boots and saddle ,6O

,60 And a gun or two ,60

,60 Little tenderfoot ,60

,60 Go to sleep ,60

,60 It is time that you start counting up your sheep ,60

,60 For the Sandman's running by you ,60

,60 And your slumber time is nigh ,60

,60 So little tenderfoot ,60

,60 Go to sleep ,60

- Oh, why, goodness, I, I'm supposed to be helping Sandy

make out a shopping list for the baby.

I, ahem.

(hooves clattering)

- It's Bronson. He's got someone with him.

- Hi, fellas.

- Hi.

- Well, what's the matter?

You look as though you've seen a ghost.

- How'd you get out?

- You don't think I'm gonna let a dumb marshal

keep a good man of mine in jail, do you?

Where's Steve?

- Said he was running a batch of steers

off the Borden range tonight.

- Those weren't my orders.

- Yeah, we know, but Steve's plan,

and he said he was going through with it.

- And that includes getting rid of that kid, Joe Martin.

Said he's gonna tack the killing on you.

- My plans were to leave the Borden cattle,

go for the last deal.

Where'd he go?

- North corral of the Borden range.

- Boy, is he sore. (dramatic music)

- Now, that'll be enough to run him for a couple of-

- Something funny's going on at the north range.

I saw some strange riders,

two of them heading across the creek.

I could swear that one of them was Bodle Bronson.

- I'll be right with you, Red.

- Bodie Bronson?

Joe, you don't suppose he's one of the rustlers?

- If he is, he won't live to brag about it.

- Joe, do be careful.

- Don't worry, honey. I'll be all right.

- He will 'cause I'm going with him.

- No, you're not. You're gonna stay here

and keep an eye on Alice and the baby. Come on, Red.

- You fellas hide out here.

We'll pick up the cattle after I take care of the kid.

(dramatic music)

(cattle mooing)

- Stick 'em up, Bodie.

- Hold it, Martin.

- Oh, I get it. So you're both working together, huh?

What a rat you are, Bodie.

I knew I shoulda turned you over to the marshal.

- Now that you've had your little say, Joe,

I suggest you get back to the ranch where you belong.

It's not healthy for you around here.

- All right, Bodie. But you're not bluffing me.

We'll take this up later.

(gunshot booms) Oof!

(dramatic music)

(door knocking)

- (screams) Oh, Joe! Joe!

It's Joe, Sandy, he's been hurt, shot.

- Shot? I didn't hear no shooting.

How'd he get here?

- Sandy, Sandy, we've gotta do something!

- Now just take it easy, miss. He'll come around all right.

- Let's get him inside quick. - There. Steady now.

- Oh, be careful.

- Now, here, now, take her steady.

- Oh, Joe.

- Now, steady, steady as she goes.

- How did I get here?

- We found you out on the porch.

- Sandy, you get into town for a doctor. Hurry.

I'll do what I can in the meantime.

- Find that United States Marshal while you're in town

and tell him what happened.

We're gonna get that guy and his mob this time

if we have to comb every rock and gully in the country.

- All right, son, now get 'er done.

- Was it Bodie Bronson?

- Oh, of course it was. I caught him at the gate.

He got the drop on me.

As I turned to leave, he let me have it.

(hooves clattering)

- After what you said, Bodie, Ed and Gus and me

thought we'd use our own heads.

So we rounded up another 200 off the Tanner place.

Wasn't 'til Red here and the other boys

come in with the Borden bunch.

- Yeah? What become of Steve?

- He went to town to see Wyatt.

- Ah, well, boys, I got some good news for you.

Where's Steve?

- He just went into town to have a talk with you.

- What for?

- He picked up some of the Borden cattle against my orders,

and shot Martin, figuring to blame it on me.

- Well, don't you worry about Steve.

I'll take care of him when I get back to town.

But get this.

Tom Nelson has his whole herd rounded up in Baldy Basin.

He's gonna start his drive the day after tomorrow.

I want those cattle stampeded toward the border tonight.

- You can't do that. You gotta wait 'til sunup.

- Why?

- I told you I had an engagement with Gonzalez.

He's the fellow that's gonna take those cattle from us.

- And give us a dollar a head more, huh?

- That's right.

I got a date with him tonight across the line.

I figure we can get those cattle to him

and be back by sunup, right up with that stampede.

- That's it, of course.

It ain't smart to let the cattle pile up on us like that.

I think I'll go with you tonight.

I'd like to meet this Gonzalez.

- Not a bad idea.

I might not be here all the time,

and you might wanna carry on with him.

- Sure.

- Say, boss, what about Steve?

He's pretty sore being out of things.

- You let me worry about that. I'll take care of him.

- Where's Wyatt?

- Why, I don't know. He was gone when I got back.

What are you so high about?

- Wyatt's crazy if he thinks he can double-cross me

by putting Bodie Bronson over me.

I bossed all the jobs that brought that gold in here,

and I'm gonna keep on bossing them.

- Now I'd move easy if I were you, Steve.

We broke Bill Cook outta jail tonight,

and the new marshal doesn't like it.

That makes things plenty hot around here.

- Oh, it does, huh?

- And besides, McCall

is one of the best marshals in the West.

Awful fast on his guns, they tell me.

- Say, listen, they don't come too fast for me.

I'm gonna find Wyatt.

- All right.

- Seen Wyatt around?

- No.

- Give me a drink.

- What are you burning about?

- Plenty.

- Has Wyatt been in here tonight?

- Nope, I haven't seen him.

- So you're the guy

that's gonna bring law and order to Larrabee?

- That's right.

- Well, you ain't starting out so good, are you,

letting Bill Cook run out on you?

- You seem to know a lot about Cook, don't you?

Maybe some of the things I want to know.

Well, you can tell them to me down at the jail,

'cause that's where you're going right now.

- Oh, no I'm not.

(dramatic music)

- Steven! - Get out of the way. Al.

I'm taking my share now. The Marshal's after me.

- Well, wait a minute, Steve.

- I ain't waiting for nobody. Put out that light.

(gunshots booming)

(objects clattering)

- [McCall] Light that light.

- What's going on here?

- That's one of their gang we've caught up with.

- Steve Dunn, why, I can't believe it.

- What happened, Marshal?

- You're the United States Marshal, aren't you?

- Yes, that's right.

- Well, I'm the cook out with the Borden outfit.

Young Joe Martin was shot tonight

trying to stop some rustlers

that are working on the Circle B's north range.

- You've got to warn Wyatt. He's out at the hideout.

- I can't go now.

- Well, I, I can't ride.

- Then walk. But get to him.

- Well, all right.

- Does he know who the men were?

- Certain sure.

'Twas that low-down Bronson critter.

I've just sent the doctor out to take care of Joe.

- You tell young Martin I'm calling a meeting

of all the ranchers at the Circle B at sunup.

We'll form a posse

and go after this Bronson and his friends.

- Well, you got any idea who his friends are, Marshal?

- Well, I'll know by sunup.

- I'll tell Joe about the meeting.

Of course, you're going along, aren't you, Sheriff?

You can notify some of the ranchers.

- Yeah, I'll get my horse.

- See you in the morning, Marshal.

- Right, at sunup.

(cattle mooing)

- Gonzalez will pay a fancy price for that beef.

- Yeah, he did all right with that bunch last night.

Bodie, within a week, Tom Nelson

will be begging me to buy his ranch at my price.

- That's right.

- Well, get busy and stampede 'em

and I'll get this gold into town.

Meet you at the hideout at noon, huh?

- Come on, boys.

- Hiya! Ha!

- It's a pretty good herd there.

We're gonna pull this one without any killing.

I want you to take these cattle

pretty fast outta this section and then slow them down.

Do you understand?

- You're the boss.

- Get 'em going.

(men shouting) (men whistling)

- Hey, Bill, hold it!

We can slow 'em down now.

- What's the matter, you losing your nerve?

- No, but we're losing a lot of beef,

and that's what we're selling.

Slow them down.

- The way I figure this thing,

all of you ranchers have been urged by Wyatt to sell out,

that is, all but Mason here.

So I'm convinced

that Wyatt's at the bottom of all your troubles.

Now it isn't your cattle he's after.

It's your land and water rights.

- Yeah, why, I can see it now.

And it's mighty peculiar that Mason here

is the one Wyatt said wanted to buy our spread.

- Well, I, I don't know nothing about it.

And that's taking in a lot of territory, kid.

And I think you're accusing Wyatt

of something you can't prove, Marshal.

- Yeah, and ain't you forgetting this Bodie Bronson hombre?

Joe said he saw him last night.

- Yes, and I say Wyatt hired Bronson and his guns,

just like he's packed our ranch with his hired killers.

Why didn't one of them

deliberately take me out to that trap last night

expecting to get rid of me?

- That still ain't no proof against Wyatt.

- I never make any claims I can't prove.

I've organized this citizens' posse

so you'll have a chance of learning firsthand

that Wyatt's in this up to his neck,

along with Bodie Bronson.

Come on.

- All right, Marshal.

You, uh, fellas are coming along, aren't you, Mason?

- Naturally.

He wouldn't wanna lose a chance to prove to himself

that Wyatt almost got him into serious trouble,

would you, Mason?

- Ya!

- Joe, you can't go with that shoulder.

- I'll be all right, honey.

This is important, and I've gotta be there.

(cattle mooing)

- We can round 'em up in three days

and get 'em across the border to Gonzalez.

- That's right. Nice looking herd, innit?

- Yeah.

- In the meantime, we better ride up to the hideout

and get a little rest before Wyatt shows up.

Come on.

(object thumping)

- Crane!

- There's trouble, Wyatt, and aplenty.

I'm working with Bodie.

I've been out watching things for him at the Borden ranch.

And that United States Marshal is telling all the ranchers

that you're behind us in the rustling.

- How does he know?

- I don't know, but he says he's gonna prove it.

He's got Mason and Cox corralled,

and that whole bunch is on their way in here

from the Circle B.

- They must've got Crane last night, and he squealed.

- I don't know.

But we've got to hightail it outta here and tip off Bodie.

- Right. Here, take this.

(dramatic music)

- What are you doing here?

- That marshal shot Steve in Wyatt's office last night,

and I've been walking ever since.

- What's wrong?

- Everything. The marshal's wise.

We gotta get outta here.

They've got a posse out looking for us.

- He told me to tip you off, Bodie.

They've all left the Circle B,

and they've got Mason and Cox on the spot

And if you ask me, they're gonna squawk their heads off.

- We can make the border in a couple of hours.

- That'd be crazy. That's right where they'd head for.

I've got a place I've been hanging out in for three years.

They'll never find us there. Come on!

- It's a box canyon.

- That's right. Look around.

- Are you chewing gum?

- Yeah.

- I knew I had you pegged.

You're Marshal Roberts, aren't you?

- That's right.

- It's been a long time, huh?

- Yeah, about 10 years.

Remember the penitentiary? I turned you over to the warden.

- You're pretty smart with that Bodie Bronson stuff.

- I thought you'd fall for that.

- Here you are. You can take care of these.

- (exhales) And to think the three of you

were working together all along.

Gosh, Mr. Roberts, I, well,

I don't know what to say about it.

After the way I've treated you, I-

- Oh, forget it.

- Well, you know, Alice and I

were thinking about that little shaver-

- Joe, there are a lot of people

trying to put their brands on that little shaver.

Come on, take 'em outta here!

- All right, drop your gun as you pass me.

Come on. Get in there, Joe, come on.

- I've done a roundup of my own running up at the ranch.

And I hope Bat Madison doesn't send for us again

'til that work's finished.

- And I'm heading back for Texas.

I'm gonna marry that Witty this time or bust. (chuckles)

Say, what do you mean sending word to me

right when I'm within three foot

of the altar and that preacher?

Say, by the way, Buck, what do you figure on doing?

- Well, I, I don't know.

- Say, how about me putting my brand on that little shaver?

You know my Witty would cotton right well to him.

- Hey, if you've got any designs on that little baby,

you get 'em off.

- Well, you fellas can stay right here

and fight about that little maverick as long as you want to.

I'm heading back for Wyoming.

So long, Rough Riders.

- So long, Rough Riders.

- So long, Rough Riders.

,60 The Rough Riders riding, beware ,60

,60 The Rough Riders riding, take care ,60

,60 They're the finest bunch of fighters in the land ,60

,60 Chasing every rustler and guerrilla band ,60

,60 The Rough Riders watch the trail ,60

,60 The Rough Riders never fail ,60

,60 They keep law and order everywhere they go ,60

,60 Without a fear of any foe ,60

,60 And it's always great to know they're on your side