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(bright music)

(dramatic music)

(suspenseful music)

♪ Get along little pony, get along ♪

♪ For there's gonna be trouble ahead ♪

♪ Got my six gun handy, got my rifle too ♪

♪ We'll be meeting red skins before we're through ♪

♪ But I'll drop 'em dead before they get ever you ♪

♪ Get along little pony, get along ♪

♪ Get along little pony, pick your feet up smart ♪

♪ We gotta get going and we might as well start ♪

♪ I'll sing you a right pretty song ♪

♪ Get along little pony, get along ♪

♪ Get along little pony ♪

♪ Get along ♪

- It seems to me is if we should come

to some signs of civilization before now,

- Four days of hard riding without seeing a rain shower.

It don't seem possible.

- Listen, sound to me like I hear wagon wheels.

- Sure enough.

It's a wagon train.

- They are coming out of the same country

we are heading into.

Indian.

(group ululating)

- Indian, Indians!

- Indians! - Indians!

- Indians!

(man exclaims)

- He's within 100 yards of him down that draw.

Come on.

(tense music)

(gunfire pops)

(gunfire pops)

- Spread out and start firing.

Make it look like as many men as possible.

(gunfire pops)

- We've got 'em between two fires.

(gunfire pops)

(tense music)

(gunfire pops)

(laughing)

- This is most fun I have

since they run me off from Santa Fe.

(thudding)

(gunfire pops)

- How goes it, Trigger?

- All right, I reckon.

(speaking in foreign language)

(gunfire pops)

(laughing)

(gunfire pops)

(speaking in foreign language)

(group cheering)

- Well it's all over.

I'll go see if I can find our horses.

- If you're going our way,

we'd be proud to have your ride with us.

- You know, we are heading West.

- One reason we whipped the Indian for you

to ask the way for Paradise Valley.

- Well, our wagon racks will lead you

right into Paradise Valley, but I wouldn't advise

any friend of mine to go there.

- Indians?

- The Injuns are bad,

but the whites in that district

are worse the Injuns ever dared to be.

- Do you know a rancher there by the name of Larry Munro?

- He's about the only one left there.

- Thanks.

- Remember, I warned ya,

if you ride into that valley, you'll never come out alive.

- That's a chance we've got to take.

- So long, be careful.

Take care of yourselves.

(mystical music)

- Some strangers just rode in, Mom.

I don't much like the looks of 'em.

- I'll go out and talk to them.

You stay here and keep them covered.

- We're looking for a man named Larry Munro.

Is he here?

- What's your business with Mr. Munro?

- We don't rightly know ma'am, until we talk with him.

You see, he sent for us.

Said he was in some sort of trouble.

My name is Wade.

- Kentucky Wade, I might've known it.

I'm Larry's sister.

It's all right Buck, they're Larry's best friends.

You must be Trigger Benton.

- That's right, man.

- And you couldn't be anyone, but Mike Morales.

(speaking in foreign language)

- And this is Senor Hanford.

Oh he let's all his friends call him Dude.

- I hope you'll let me call you that too.

I can't wait for Larry to find out you're here.

- Isn't he here?

Where is he?

- Well he went to town this morning without telling me.

I was just going in myself because...

Well it's dangerous and I was worried.

- In that case, ma'am, I reckon we'll ride along with you.

- You better stay and watch after things on the ranch, Buck.

- You keep this for me.

And take very good care of it.

- And it is this paper's opinion that when peaceful ranchers

are driven from their homes by organized outlaws

it is high time the citizens of this district

took the law into their own hands.

- Coming from you, Matt, that editorial's a classic.

- All the ranchers gone but Munro.

And when we get his place,

we've got a 15 mile stretch of border

to run cattle in from the other side.

- Then we'll make some real money.

- Well it might not be so easy to get Munro's ranch.

- He'll put up a fight.

- Yeah?

He couldn't fight with the ranchers back of him.

What can he do now that he's alone?

- He'll sell out inside of a week.

- If he doesn't he'll wake up some morning

and find out he's been-

(door slams)

- Larry Munro just rode into town.

(tense music)

- He stopped at the bank.

Maybe he's ready to sell out now.

- See what you can find out.

If he's not here to sell, now is as good a time as any

for a showdown.

(crowd murmuring)

You wait here and be ready to back any play I make.

- It's not gold rock, Larry, I'll tell you that right now.

- Well it's some kind of metal though.

Look at those specs in it.

- It won't add a cent to the value of your land,

but I'll test it if you say so.

Alright, I'll be back for it before I go home.

- All right.

- Well Munro, I hear you decided to sell your ranch.

- You heard wrong.

- Hope you ain't making a mistake.

If I was in your place-

- You ain't in my place and you never will be.

- Sounds like you're looking for trouble.

- No, but I ain't running from any.

And you can tell your boss, whoever he is,

that he and all his hired killers

can't run me off the Circle disciple.

- Are you hinting-

- I don't hint.

You heard what I said

and you know what I meant.

Now it's your move.

- Shucks Larry, there's no sense in you and I

having any trouble.

- That's up to you.

(suspenseful music)

(gunfire pops)

- What's happened here, Munro?

- Steven Nevada started a gun right to get me.

- That's a lie.

Munro started it.

He shot Nevada down without giving him a chance to draw.

- I guess Nevada's gun'll tell the story, Sheriff.

It's bad, Larry.

- This gun ain't been fired.

- Of course not.

Munro's shot him down cold.

I drew to try to protect him

and Munro out shot me.

Here's my gun with one empty gun in it.

- Then you swapped guns with him.

Hey, did anyone see this ruckus?

- Yeah, I did.

I saw the whole business.

It happened just the way...

But I was so far away I couldn't really tell

just how it happened.

- Well you're sure a great help.

I guess it's nothing to do but lock you up

and let the courts decide this.

You fellows look after Nevada.

- There's been trouble here.

The sheriff is taking someone to jail.

- Why it's Larry!

- Wonder who them four strangers are fellas.

- Can't imagine.

- But I don't like the looks of it.

- It ain't customary to walk into my jail

wearing so much hardware.

- We had no intentions of using 'em, Sheriff.

But if we did, you'd have to draw much faster than that.

Don't worry, Sheriff,

we've never thrown in against the law yet.

- Kentucky Wade!

Dude, Mike, Trigger.

Why you old scorpions!

They're all right, Sheriff.

They used to be law officers back home.

(group clamoring)

Well I'll tell ya they framed me on something.

- Couldn't we bail him out, Sheriff?

- Maybe.

You'll have to see Judge Lawrence about that.

Probably cost you a heap.

- Come on boys, shell out.

If Judge Lawrence on the level?

- Absolutely.

- Where will I find him?

- Over at the Silver Dollar I reckon.

I'll introduce ya.

- You boys stay here, I'll be back in a minute.

(bright piano music)

- Demanding bail to a man accused of murder

is serious business, Sheriff.

- But do you know Larry Munro, Judge,

and you know he' no murderer.

- Personally I'd rather trust Monroe's word

than the man that accused him.

- All right, if you recommend it Sheriff.

I'll make out the necessary papers

and bring 'em over to your office.

- Thank you, Judge.

- What's it all about, Dan?

- The judge is gonna let Munro out on bail.

- Tip off any of our men

in here to watch Doc Hardy.

Follow any move he may make.

- I just heard that Judge Lawrence

is gonna turn Munro loose on bail.

- What?

Why Judge Lawrence wouldn't do anything like that.

- He's signing the papers right now.

- No wonder this town has become a hang up

for all the outlaws in the territory.

It looks to me like it's about time

the citizens took matters into their own hands.

- It's the only way we'll ever get any law in here.

Listen men, Judge Lawrence

is gonna turn Munro loose on bail.

Now, are we going to stand behind a court

that'll turn a killer lose

a half an hour after he's arrested?

- No.

- What's keeping the judge?

- I don't know.

He should be here now.

- Say Larry- - Now get your hat, Larry,

you'll be outta here in a minute.

- Just follow me.

(tense music)

- Sheriff.

There's a mob gathering at the saloon

and I don't like the looks of it.

Better get inside, Sheriff.

- I ain't never run from a mob yet.

And I'm too old to start.

That's close enough men.

I said, that's close enough.

- We've got nothing against you, Sheriff.

But you've got a prisoner in there that-

- I've got a prisoner inside

that's going to stay inside, safe in the hands of the law.

I'm giving you about five seconds to clear out.

Then I'm declaring open season on the lot of you.

- Are you gonna stand there and let one man back ya down?

(crowd yells)

(gunfire pops)

- Let 'em have it.

Shoot over their heads first.

(gunfire pops)

- They are not cooling.

- All right, let 'em have it.

- Why don't you let Larry out?

- I'll do that.

- Open it up, sis.

(gunfire pops)

- Larry! Larry!

Get some water, stop the bleeding.

(gunfire pops)

(horses neighing)

- I'm afraid we'll have to have a doctor pretty soon.

- Oh Sheriff!

(gunfire pops)

He's been hit hard.

- If we could only get him to the jail in Yuma.

- Is there a back way out of here?

- Yes, why?

- If we can get him on the stage,

maybe we can make Yuma.

- All right, try it.

- Lucy, see that the way's clear.

(gunfire booms)

- No one outside.

- Bar the door after me.

- I'm going with you.

- Not a chance.

It'll probably turn into a running fight.

So long.

(gunfire pops)

Knock on those horses, amigo.

- I swear I seen a couple of men

loading Munro on the Yuma stage just now.

- What are you telling me for?

Get the boys and go after it.

Don't let that mob know.

Let them keep the sheriff busy in case you're mistaken.

(gunfire pops)

- The senorita, she's gone!

- Gone?

(gunfire pops)

- Well what are you doing here, Lucy?

I had to come.

I'll take Larry on to Yuma.

And you go back and help your friends.

- I guess you're right.

It oughta be safe enough from here on.

(horse hooves thundering)

Knock on those horses. (man exclaiming)

You're in for it now.

(gunfire pops)

- Indians!

(tense music)

(group ululating)

(gunfire pops)

Well that takes a lotta work off our hands.

(tense music)

(gunfire pops)

(gunfire pops)

(Lucy screams)

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