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Lantern.

Well, this is it, all right.

We got company.

We can't stand any trouble.

Well, I can't stand to get shot in the back either.

All right, you! Come on out!

Fast and careful.

I was just riding by on my way to town.

You should have kept riding.

We're trying to locate an old friend.

In a cemetery?

Now, that's where he was last we heard.

I haven't seen you two around Paso Robles before.

Grave robbing's an offense in California, you know.

You calling us grave robbers?

You've got no right to be here.

Who says? You?

Look, we don't want any trouble.

We've been riding a long ways.

We just got here.

Wanted to make sure this was the right spot.

Now, why don't you just move along,

'fore my brother here loses his temper, huh?

Good night.

Let's go.

I said, come on, let's go.

Howdy, folks. I'm the Old Ranger.

What would you think if you caught

two suspicious-looking strangers

digging into an unmarked grave in a cemetery

in the middle of the night?

Our story happened near the quiet, old California town

of Paso Robles in 1871.

It may surprise you with some little-known facts

about two legendary men...

two men who lived in the...

Uncle Woodson.

Not you two.

Not here.

Well, we had to come, Uncle Woodson.

Settle something that's been put off a little too long.

Yes, but, boys...

We quit being boys ten years ago.

You can't stay here wearing those guns.

Oh, we can't stay anyplace not wearing them. You know that.

I want your word you'll find no cause for needing them.

We'll look for no cause.

You have my word on that.

Well, what are you calling yourselves now?

Well, um...

I'll be Bob Hemston.

I'm his little brother, Jim.

You will behave yourselves?

Well, I... I'm a weary man, Uncle Woodson.

I'd like to just sit in the sun a spell,

maybe catch me a nice little peaceful fish or two.

We'll even go to church with you.

Tomorrow's Sunday, isn't it?

Yes, it is, but...

I haven't sung in a choir since we left Missouri.

I sing real good, Uncle Woodson.

Especially hymns.

I imagine you do. I imagine you do.

Come on. Come on in.

♪ Amen ♪

Well, folks, I guess that concludes the services.

We're still trying to have a preacher here some Sunday,

but so far, we haven't been able to locate a circuit rider

that will come this far out of his way.

So for the time when we'll be able to afford our own

full-time minister, let's bow our heads in prayer.

Excuse me, Uncle.

Uh, I know strangers in town

should be seen and not heard.

But I can't help saying it never happened to me before...

to go to church, and nobody takes up a collection?

With you folks up against that problem my Uncle mentioned,

it occurs to me that if you put your money where your prayers are,

it wouldn't be long before you could afford a preacher.

So...

my contribution.

I'm sure my brother will see me and raise me one.

Oh, come on, you're not that hard up.

Thank you.

Here.

Well, thank you, miss.

Very pretty.

Uncle Woodson.

Sheriff?

Now we've got something to build on.

Let's make it grow, folks.

There. Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Hey, church is out.

All right.

Gentlemen, call or quit.

Get it over with.

Eighty-five dollars.

I'll call you, but you got to take my IOU.

You know my rules about IOUs.

Straight cash, on the line.

Here. Give him a drink on me, huh?

I'd choke before I'd drink on charity for you.

Well, then, go on and choke, huh?

Pair of treys, and me with a flush.

Well, you're nothing but a...

A what?

You want to call me a thief?

That could get you hurt, old man.

No, Mr. Manderly, you don't cheat.

You just push, push, push,

and someday you're gonna push somebody too hard.

It won't be you, old man.

Now, anyone else don't like the way I push?

You have a talent for singing, too.

Good, strong voice.

Well, thank you, Miss, uh...

Anderson. Julie Anderson.

Well, how do, Miss Anderson?

My name is Jim.

This is my brother Bob.Ma'am.

You work here in town?

I teach music.

Well, you play it mighty pretty.

Oh, you sing very well.

Really. You have an excellent voice. Have you studied?

Well, I planned to once, but something happened, and I had to change my plans.

Oh. Well, you should take lessons.

This is it.

Well, I always planned to.

Maybe we could take a ride this afternoon and talk about it.

Well... Uh, some other time, Julie.

My brother and me... we have a previous engagement, Miss Anderson.

Can't it wait? No.

Well, maybe in a couple of days, Miss Anderson.

You'll be gone by then.

We're not in that much of a rush.

Good morning, Mr. Manderly.

Now, you've got no reason to call me "mister."

Haven't I? No.

And no excuse for getting mixed up with them.

They happen to be gentlemen,

which is more than I can say for you.

Go on home where you belong.

I'll go home when I'm good and ready.

You've been drinking again and showing off.

Julie...

Would you help me, please?

Why, sure.

Good day, ma'am.

You keep away from Julie.

I didn't take note she was wearing your brand.

I notice you're not wearing a gun.

I don't see anything around here worth shooting at.

Let's go get some of what makes this man so big and brave.

Let him alone.

I'm warning you for your own good, let him alone.

Hey, you.

You, I mean.

Grave robbers.

That's what I said...

grave robbers.

We, uh...

gave you some free advice last night.

You don't scare me.

Well, I wouldn't try to do that.

Yeah. I'll tell you what I will do.

Just to pass the time. I see you're a card player.

Why don't you deal them?

One hand.

Face down.

Winner takes all.

No limit.

Wait a minute.

Oh, boy.

Ah.

You're a hundred and seventy short.

Oh... House rules...

straight cash, no promises.

Dig it up, grave robbers.

Call it or quit. Oh, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Wait a minute.

School isn't out yet.

I got...

Yep. And, uh...

And up. Six hundred.

Now you do some digging.

I'll, uh...

I'll write you an IOU for the rest.

Not in this game.

You made the rules. Straight cash.

Now, if you can't call that raise...

you lose, right?

Not even a pair of deuces.

And you with three queens.

How's it feel to get pushed, Mr. Manderly?

Hurts, don't it?

Makes you wanna crawl in a hole. Hmm!

Wait a minute.Hey.

I think you made enough fool of yourself already.

Come on.

How's Uncle Woodson?

Nervous.

I told them we'd hurry up what we could,

work on-and-off shifts straight through, huh?

It's like being on a chain gang.

Except that you're laying the work to yourself. It makes a difference.

Come on, I'll take over.

Somebody's driving in.

No need getting out of the buggy, Julie.

You shouldn't have come way out here, alone.

I was just being neighborly.

No, you didn't. You thought you'd see him,

but you won't.Why?

Julie, go home, teach your music,

be neighborly with your own kind.

Forget about Jim.

Well, is he in trouble?

It's none of your affair.

I wanna talk to him.

Julie, go on, get out of here,

and stay out of here.

Now, go on. Go on.

Hey, Chris, here's your friend.

That figures.

All you do is talk, talk, talk,

but you never do.

Hey, you.

Grave robber.

Good Lord gave you just one head,

and you're itching to lose it, aren't you?

No gun on you, huh?

Oh...

you're careful, grave robber.

You're smart.

But I'm gonna knock that out of you.

I'm gonna pistol-whip you, grave robber,

make you eat dirt,

and then I'm gonna kick you out of town,

one step at a time.

Now, let's you and me start over.

And I'm gonna give you first reach.

All right, boys, let's break it up before somebody gets hurt.

The show's over. Just go on about your own business.

You, too, Julie. Let's go.

You covered for him.

For a no-good, grave-robbing outlaw.

That's what you say.

What I say is, I kept one of you from getting killed,

and me from having to hang the other.

Uh, go on now. Buy yourself a beer

and swallow it, giving thanks.

You call yourself a sheriff!

Go on, before I change my mind.

One of these days, I'm gonna rip that badge off him

and see what he's really made of.

I just caught those two brothers digging

for something in the graveyard.

Whatever they were digging for,

they left without it because I scared them off.

And if they dug it up since, they'd be gone.

They're not. But one of them comes into town

and loads up with supplies,

which means they're getting ready to pull out.

And that means they're gonna do some more digging before they go.

For what? For money. What else?

Loot. And a lot of it, or they wouldn't have come for it.

I heard them talking.

Why, it's no more theirs than it is ours.

And lost money is anybody's money that can take it and keep it.

And they can't go to court about it.

Not if they're wanted.

Well, who says they're wanted?

Well, why would they bury it in the graveyard if it were theirs?

Now... Now, they probably robbed some stage or something.

Well, it would cost us nothing to find out.

They'll wait until dark.

That'll give us time to get organized and get out there.

We'll let them dig.

And after they dig it up, we split it.

Share and share alike. How about it?

Good enough.

Okay.

Well, that... that does it.

Uncle Woodson.

When you boys gonna stop running?

Well, some people are born to run.

And the best they can do about is run the way they choose,

not the way they're chased.

We heard you were quite a man. Now we know it.

Sorry if we caused you any trouble.

I'm old enough to outlive it.

We'll finish the job and get going as quick as we can.

About Julie...

The sooner she forgets she ever laid eyes on you,

the better for her.

Well, I guess you're right.

You give her that message, Uncle Woodson.

Just that and no more.

Bye.

Whoa.

Julie.

You're too late. They're gone.

To the cemetery?

What do you know about them and the cemetery?

Chris Manderly and some drunken men with guns went to the cemetery.

He bragged to me about it. What?

What's it all about?

Fools. Those fools.

Move over.

Seems like we should, uh, say something special.

What else is there to say, huh?

What'd I tell you, boys?

All right. Dig it up!

You rotten...

Dig what up, mister?

Whatever you've got buried under that rock.

You got the wrong notion.

This here is a grave, nothing else.

Well, let's just see, huh?

Give him a shovel.

All right! Drop it!

All right, come on, pick it up.

Come on. You've been begging for the chance.

You've been pushing for it.

It's all you've done since we come here.

Now come on.

Can't stop my little brother now.

And I wouldn't if I could.

Pick it up.

I... I'm sorry.

I-I didn't know.

Look, it was all a mistake.

Jim, wh-what's wrong?

Why are you here? These men...

All right.

Now, you followed him out here.

If you have any sense at all, you follow him right back.

Now, come on, pick up those guns.

Let's get out of here.

Well, it looks like we're gonna have to call that music lesson off, Julie.

Maybe some other time.

There won't be any other time.

Jim, please. I don't understand.

What's going on?

Come on.

You mean you're going, just like that?

Just like that.

Like a wind that blew into town and blew out again.

An ill wind, huh, Uncle Woodson?

Good-bye, Julie.

Ten years ago, I made a promise,

in memory of their father, to place a tombstone on his grave.

They kept their promise.

And so, while bounty hunters, sheriffs,

marshals, and the Pinkerton men

scoured the continent east to New York

and south to Panama,

the notorious Frank and Jesse James were in California,

carrying out their childhood promise

to mark the grave of their minister father,

Reverend Robert James.

And when it was done,

they left their sanctuary

and returned to the only life they knew

and to their inevitable

violent destiny.