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(fanfare plays)
Time you got here.
All right, Hallelujah.
What is it this time?
Oh, nothing. Nothing at all.
I got grub cooked for 25 cowhands.
Where's the cowhands?
Or maybe me and you is driving them mossy-bank Texas critters
all the way to Nevada by ourselves.
I'm telling you right now, I quit.
This is the third time today
you've feathered out, Hallelujah.
I got reason to be feathered out.
Grub for 25 hands is spoiling there in the kettle,
no one to eat it.
They're coming on behind.
I mean, I'm sixty...
All 25 of them?
All 25 of them.
Cartwrights, I don't know what you're thinking about,
setting one man to do all the cooking
for a crowd like that.
I been up since daylight
a-cookin' food, peelin' potatoes,
chalking the fire, chalking the fire...
(horse sputtering)
Throw up a picket line here.
Is that our hands?
No. Just the advance party.
Whew.
They sure are a scroungy- looking bunch, ain't they?
Well, I didn't have much choice.
Not too many want to take a herd the way we're going.
Brazos!
(horse sputtering)
Hoss, this is our new segundo.
Brazos, my son Hoss.
Hi. Brazos what?
Brazos. That's all.
Uh, Brazos rounded up our crew.
He knows the country we'll be traveling.
Where did you round them up, out of the nearest jail?
BRAZOS: Some of them, maybe.
Driving cattle up the trail
ain't exactly my idea of a church social.
I want the hardest boys I can find.
Well, it looks like you found them, mister.
Brazos, uh... feed your men.
We'll pull out at daybreak.
And Brazos...
let's not have any trouble.
Trouble, Mr. Cartwright?
You know, trouble only comes to those who can't handle it.
(theme song playing)
♪ Old Dan Tucker was a fine old man ♪
♪ Washed his face in a frying pan ♪
♪ Combed his hair... ♪
Howdy.
Figuring on eating, drag up some wood
and get some water in the barrel.
Trees right down there, creek just below the rise.
You driving a herd north?
Now what would put an idea like that in your head?
We're just sashaying these critters
up and down and down and up,
so they'll get an appetite for the vittles;
won't get too fat in the middle.
Hmm. Trees right down there.
Who's the trail boss?
Mr. Ben Cartwright.
I declare you're nothing but questions.
Here-- creek's right there below the rise.
Take about ten buckets to fill a barrel.
Yes, sir.
This here Mr. Cartwright, is he doing any hiring?
Now, boy, I got a passel of hungry trail hands to feed,
and I ain't got no time to waste answering foolish questions.
Yes, sir.
Maybe you could put in a... a word for me?
My name's Sam Jackson.
You are the dangdest, gabbiest fella
when there's work to be done.
Maybe I'll put a word in for you and maybe I won't.
Yes, sir.
Thank you, sir.
Who was that?
That was a young feller riding grub line.
Seems to be a nice, willing boy, too.
Yeah.
I see you done put him to work.
Hallelujah, what do you got against cutting your own wood
and hauling your own water?
It ain't in keeping with my position.
Mr. Hoss, my job's driving mules and cooking,
and I'll thank you to keep your big, fat, cow-smelly hands
out of my donuts.
My hands ain't neither cow-smelly.
Well, if you want to eat,
you go and help that boy get in some wood.
And somebody gotta haul me some water.
♪ Went to town to buy me some goods ♪
♪ Got myself lost in a piece of woods... ♪
Hallelujah, you undoubtedly got the worst voice
I ever heard in my life.
Good enough for the mules. They like it.
They probably think you're some kin.
(Hoss guffaws)
(exhausted sigh)
That ax ought not to be that heavy, kid.
Oughtn't tucker you out like that.
Don't you tell me nothing about axes.
I been swinging axes all my life.
Mm-hmm.
How many of them did you ever swing on an empty stomach?
Here.
You go on over there and sit down.
Old Hallelujah ought to know better
than to send a man out on a job like this
on an empty stomach.
(sighs)
You looking for work?
(sighing): I sure am.
What can you do?
Ride, rope, drive cows.
That right?
I can read and write and cipher up to the 12 times table.
You can?
And I know more about cows than any of them
ragged-tail brushpoppers you got in your drive.
Well, that ain't saying a whole lot.
There.
That ought to be plenty.
We don't want to spoil old Hallelujah.
Come on, let's pick our meal ticket up and git on back.
Okay.
Hallelujah, this ought to hold you for a while.
When you going to get the rest of it?
(Ben chuckling)
We got us a new hand, Pa.
Looks a mite tuckered out.
Yeah, I reckon he ain't been feeding regular.
Hey, kid, come here a minute.
This is...
Dang, I don't think I got your name.
Sam Jackson.
Sam.
Sam's educated, Pa.
He can read and write, cipher and keep a tally book--
the whole shooting match.
Well!
You looking for a job, son?
Well, yes, sir.
I sure could use a job real handy.
Hm. Brazos!
Yes, sir?
This is our segundo.
Brazos, this is Sam Jackson.
BEN: Put him to work
and fix him up with a string.
All right, Mr. Cartwright.
This way, Sam, and I'll get you fixed up.
Looks like a nice boy.
Something wrong?
No, no, Pa.
I reckon everything's all right.
Kid...
Sam Jackson, huh?
When did they let you out?
Or did you bust out?
Now, look, Brazos, let's get this straight.
You don't ask me no questions,
and I won't cause you no trouble.
Now, you look.
Nobody's causing anybody any trouble.
You and I always had the same kind of ideas, kid,
and we still have.
I went to jail.
You didn't.
(harmonica playing gentle tune)
That a good book?
Yeah, pretty good.
Let me see.
Hey, Pa.
Pickwick Papers by Dickens.
That's quite a book.
You, uh...
You like it?
Yeah, I like it fine.
I've had it with me ever since I left home.
Where is home, Sam?
Back a ways.
Back a ways which way?
I'm from Nacogdoches.
That's a far piece.
You don't sound much like a Texan.
Well, I ain't to begin with.
My ma moved down with the relatives after Pa died.
Well, Sam, how come you happen to be on this trail?
Well, I... thought I'd like to make something of myself.
There ain't much opportunity for that
in a place like Nacogdoches.
If you'll excuse me, I think I'll go check my horse.
Good night. Good night, sir.
Good night.
I like that boy.
I said I like that boy.
Yeah, I heard you, Pa.
What's bothering you?
I don't know for certain, Pa.
There's something about that boy.
I can't lay to exactly what it is.
Sort of the same thing I feel about the colts
every year at breaking time.
They're a little uncertain and uneasy, and...
if you spook them the wrong way, they...
they'll go bad on you every time.
(wolf howling in distance)
Johnny.
Same old Johnny.
Smooth with the tongue, fast on the draw.
The name's Sam Jackson.
Take it easy, kid.
We got to make some plans.
What I'm doing is personal--
something I gotta take care of myself--
and I don't want you spoiling it, you hear?
OH, I ain't gonna spoil it, Johnny, but I want in on it.
I got whipped out of town by that Sheriff Logan.
I still got the marks on my back.
A man don't forget that.
I'm sorry, Brazos.
I'm going it alone this time.
(cowboy whoops)
(cowboys whooping, whistling)
(cattle mooing)
You paying off the men, Captain?
Well, they're entitled to part of their wages.
Being entitled to it's one thing,
and money in the hand's another.
Them galoots hit town with money,
they're gonna raise more devilment in one night
than you've seen in your whole life.
Why, they'll tree that town like a possum.
Hallelujah, will you tell me one thing?
Sure.
Why did your folks name you Hallelujah
instead of Jeremiah?
Jeremiah.
Heh.
Show him who's Jeremiah.
Ain't you going to town
with the rest of them border hellions?
Don't want to spend the money, Mr. Hicks.
I'm saving.
No.
What you saving your money for, boy?
Well, I want to make something of myself,
and it seems a man needs money to do that.
You know, I worry when I hear a young fella
talking like that, I really do.
Ain't natural.
(horse neighing)
I understand you aim to hold your herd here.
Plan on letting your men go into town?
Well... any law against it?
My name's John Logan.
I'm sheriff of Waycross station.
I suggest you keep your men right here in camp.
My name's Ben Cartwright, Mr. Logan.
My hands have come a long way with that herd, Mr. Logan.
They're entitled to ease up a little.
I won't stop them from going into town.
There's a deadline on Front Street.
Any of your hands go above it
I'll run them in for disturbing the peace.
If they resist, I'll kill them.
Good day, sir.
Mr. Logan.
Enforcing the law is one thing,
killing a man's another.
You kill any of my men, I'll come after you myself.
Mister, you've been fairly warned.
Johnny?
You made a mistake, mister.
The name is Sam.
Sam Jackson.
Yeah.
Yeah, that's right. I made a mistake.
I thought you were somebody I once knew,
a long time ago.
There's nothing like meeting old friends again
huh, kid?
I've changed my mind, Mr. Cartwright.
I'd like some of my pay.
Are you going into town after all?
I'm going into town.
This is it, Mr. Cartwright.
What happens if we go beyond this point?
What stops us?
Two barrels of buck.
I guess this is as far as we go, boys.
What kind of an outfit are you running, cap'n--
letting a town constable push you around?
Well, Brazos.
I should've known you'd be along.
You know my foreman?
I know him.
Don't pay any attention to this tin star.
- Don't mean a thing. - Why...!
Go for your gun, Logan.
I won't wait.
Put down that gun!
Put it down!
BEN: There'll be no killing.
You'll obey the law.
First one that starts anything will answer to me.
That holds for you, Sheriff.
You'll answer to me for any brutality to my crew.
Just see that they obey the law.
All right, men, the town is yours.
That part of it.
BEN: You heard the man.
Sam, I want to talk to you.
Why did you throw in with Brazos like that?
He's riding trail with us, ain't he?
Isn't that carrying loyalty to your outfit
a little too far?
What have you got against Sheriff Logan?
Mr. Cartwright,
I just don't know what your talking about.
Don't play cozy with me, boy.
You answer my question.
He's my pa.
Your pa?!
You were throw down on your own father?
That's right.
And just as soon as I get the chance, I'm gonna kill him.
(whooping, shouting)
(laughter)
Hey, hey, hey, cowboy!
(indistinct conversation)
(piano playing jaunty melody)
Rudabaugh.
No trouble, Logan. We don't need you.
It's getting a little wild in here.
What do you mean wild?
You know exactly what I mean.
I'm an honest businessman.
And no badge toter's gonna come in here
and tell me how to run that business.
You're a tinhorn cheat
and you'll do exactly as I tell you
or I'll close up the street.
Pass it around.
Hostile, ain't he?
He's ruined this town.
I'd give $100 to be rid of him.
If I were you, I wouldn't make that kind of offer.
Somebody liable to take you up on it.
Having a good time?
It's all right.
Pretty, ain't she?
I guess so.
Don't play Injun with me, boy.
I can tell just lookin' at you what you're thinking.
Want to meet her?
Don't do me any favors, Brazos.
I owe you a favor for sidin' me out on the street.
Come on.
Sam, meet Melinda Bowers.
Melinda, meet Sam.
He's all right.
Well, I'd love it if your friend would sit down
and buy me a bottle of wine, Brazos.
We could talk, get to know each other better.
We sure could.
Sam, buy the little lady a bottle of wine.
I'd be real pleased, Miss Melinda.
I'll order it for you.
Logan.
Well, what can I do for you two gentlemen?
Mr. Logan, either my son or I
would like to accompany you on your rounds.
Oh?
What good would that do?
Well, you said you didn't want to see any trouble
on the part of my crew.
Thought we'd like to prevent that trouble
before any of it ever gets started.
You think that your talk
would be more effective than my scatter gun?
Well, they're my crew.
Mr. Cartwright, how many trail drives have you made
up from Texas?
I've made my share.
Mr. Cartwright, I drove a half-a-dozen herds
before I turned peace officer.
I didn't have any more control over my trail gangs than you do.
I'm aware of the problems, Mr. Logan.
Mr. Cartwright, you've got the scum of the border
driving your herds.
You're completely at their mercy.
Now, you tromp on 'em hard enough to keep 'em in line,
they'll quit you--
leaving you with 2,000-3,000 head
900 miles from a market.
You can't afford that.
They're my cattle.
Let me worry about them.
I'm not talking about cattle.
I'm talking about some crazy, boozed-up trail hand
thinks it might be fun to blow out
all the glass windows on Main Street.
Well, if he tries it, I'm going to have to stop him.
If I have to kill him, I'll do that, too.
Don't you think that's a might unreasonable?
Either of you men ever see a town get treed?
No, sir.
I can't say that we have.
Must be quite a sight.
Yeah.
Yeah, it's quite a sight.
Property smashed...
men beaten up for no reason at all,
except some drunken cowboy feels like it.
Buildings set on fire.
And the women...
oh, the women...
a lot of broken, weeping women left in a town
after it's been treed by a trail gang.
I've heard of things like that happening.
You've heard of it.
Well, I've seen it, right here, less than two years ago.
And your foreman, Mr. Cartwright--
fella they call Brazos-- he was in on that fandango.
When it was all over with,
I tied him to the tail of a wagon
and blacksnaked him out of town.
Now he's come back looking for more trouble.
What about your son? Did you blacksnake him
out of town, too?
You know about that?
I know about it.
My son's pushing to get himself killed.
I don't want to oblige him.
(gunfire, whooping in distance)
Well, now it's started.
(glass breaking)
(horses galloping, men whooping)
What are you waiting for?
(men whooping)
Yahoo!
I'm a curly-haired lobo!
Tonight's my night to howl!
I'm the Big Muddy
four miles wide and an inch deep.
Yahoo!
I'm devastation on two legs
and I cut a swath a mile wide.
Yahoo!
Wait a minute, let me take care of him.
Yahoo!
Hey there, Big Muddy.
Don't you come near me. Don't you come near me.
I am bad and I am mean.
Whoa, I'll bet you are.
He knows what he's doing.
You're just about the meanest
and baddest thing I've run into in my life.
Why, a man could die downright happy,
just after shaking the hand of a mean killer like you.
You want to shake my hand? That all?
Then can I kill you?
Why, sure.
I tell ya, it'd be an honor and a privilege
getting killed by a bad man like you.
(laughter)
But I don't think tonight's
a real good night for killing, do you?
Mm-mm.
You old friend.
How did I ever think of killing
an old friend like you?
(laughter)
All right, Hoss.
Yeah, I'll take him down to the livery stable
and let him sleep it off, Pa.
Good idea.
Can't you find anything better to do
than sit in a saloon?
I'll see you later.
You two boys know each other?
We've met.
What do you think you're up to, boy?
I don't see as how
that's any of your business, Mr. Cartwright.
You signed on as one of my trail gang.
Getting those cattle back to Nevada is my business.
You stay away from Logan.
MAN: Set 'em up again, Joe!
Here.
Keep this gentlemen here for a while.
What was that all about?
Why don't I just buy you
another bottle of wine, Miss Melinda?
Some other time.
I'm through work now.
I'm going home.
I'll walk you home.
What about that fella you work for?
You heard what he said.
He didn't say anything about not taking you home.
Been a long time
since anybody worried about me getting home.
I'll get my cape.
You and the little lady hitting it off pretty good,
ain't ya, kid?
You gonna take her home?
Yeah.
She's lives across the deadline.
You know what that means, don't you?
I said I was taking the lady home.
You ready?
I'm ready.
Something on your mind, cowboy?
I was wondering about you.
Your face don't match the way you talk.
And sometimes your talk don't match...
well, the things you do.
Well, I'm sorry I don't have time
to explain it to you.
This is far as you go.
That's Sheriff Logan's deadline.
"Warning: Trail hands forbidden beyond this point."
You read good.
That means you.
I don't care about that tinhorn sheriff.
I'm walking you home.
All right.
We don't have far to go.
I live right around the corner, at the hotel.
Miss Bowers.
Why don't you call me Melinda?
Other cowboys do.
Well, there's something I'd kinda like to ask you.
I'll bet a pretty it's going to be
how did I ever get into this life.
I didn't mean to pry.
No, it's all right.
I'm used to it.
What I meant was, well, you ain't always worked
at Jake Rudabaugh's saloon, have you?
Ever since those men on that trail gang, I did.
What trail gang?
What men you talking about?
Just a bunch of fellas having a good time...
at least to start with.
Men like yourself and Brazos and the rest of you.
There was one I liked a lot.
Had more fun than I ever had in my whole life.
But then they went wild and hoo-rahed the town.
By the time John Logan
organized things and cleaned them out,
well, the decent folks just wouldn't give a job to anybody
that had anything to do with the trail gang.
So, there was nothing left for me to do
but go to Rudabaugh's saloon.
Sounds to me like all you was doing
was having a little fun.
Try and tell that
to the good people of Waycross.
Good night, kid.
Good night, Melinda.
There's a lot more to being a peace officer
than just busting up fights.
Not when there's a trail gang in town.
I make the rounds all night long.
Never try to walk the same route twice.
You might run into some...
Evenin', Hoss.
What are you doing here?
You're over the deadline.
I can't see as I'm doing any harm.
No, you never did any harm, did you?
Well, I'm taking you in.
Mr. Logan, you ain't taking me in.
I told you a long time ago
you ain't never taking me in again!
And don't you even try!
Thanks.
Help me take him in.
MAN (distant: Fill 'em up again, Joe! Fill 'em up!
In there.
How long you figuring on leaving him in there?
Overnight, anyway.
If somebody wants to take responsibility for him,
they can bail him out in the morning.
Sam, I'm sorry
to see you get yourself into this trouble.
I reckon you kind of brought it on yourself
going across that deadline and all.
If it wasn't this,
it'd have been something else.
He's out to get me is all it is.
He always has been.
Aw, Sam, I... I can't believe that.
What do you know about it?
You want to know what kind of a father he is?
He sent me to prison when I was just a kid.
Prison?
What'd you do to go to prison?
Nothing.
Not a thing.
I was running around with some fellas.
Brazos was one of them.
They hoo-rahed a town one night,
just letting off some steam,
and some woman got hit by a stray bullet--
could have been anybody's bullet--
but I spent a year in jail
because my pa wanted to show the world how tough he was.
Sam, did... did you ever think that maybe he did that
to save you some bigger trouble later on?
Yeah, I thought about it.
I thought about it plenty.
All the time I was locked up,
I thought about how I was gonna get back at him
for what he'd done to me.
Boy, you... you can't carry that with you the rest of your life.
Oh, I don't intend to.
I'm gonna kill him.
You have one of my men in here.
I want him.
Cost $25.
Don't put it on till you're well out of town.
Wait for me outside, Sam.
I told you not to lean too hard on my men.
And I told you what the limits were
and what would happen if your men set foot over that line.
The boy was doing no harm.
He broke an ordinance.
Whose ordinance?
The town's or your own little ordinance?
(door opens, closes)
I can appreciate a hard man doing a hard job the hard way.
I can understand, I can like a tough man,
but I can't understand and I cannot like a man
who would do a thing like this to his own son.
I never let personal considerations
interfere with the law.
Is that why your son was so willing to kill you
when you placed him under arrest?
Mr. Cartwright, that's none of your business.
I know why you're here.
The answer is no.
I'm not gonna open up the town.
Now see here, John.
Let's talk this over like sensible men.
The town is losing money.
Judge Armbruster's right, Logan.
It isn't just this crew we'll lose money on,
but all the other crews coming up the trail behind them.
If they find out the town's closed,
they'll avoid us like the seven-year itch.
This town used to collect $600-$700 in fines alone
from trail hands.
Almost enough to pay your year's salary, John.
75% of that money went right into your pocket, Judge.
Your court clerk got the rest of it.
- Aw, now look here...! - Look here, nothing!
When you brought me here, you brought me here
to clean up this town.
There's only one way to do it: that's keep it closed.
Closed tight.
There'll be no compromise while I'm sheriff.
Well, maybe you won't be sheriff much longer.
All right, do it your way for a while.
When you're sick of it, let me know.
I'll be here waiting.
Now good day, gentlemen.
See Hallelujah about that cut on your face.
Hallelujah, take a look at this, please.
You heared the owl, seen the elephant, huh?
Sit down there on that stool
and let me have a look at that face.
It's fine.
That Hoss got a real professional touch
when it comes to buffaloing.
Yes, sir, that boy learned how
taking care of a little brother.
Seems those two never go to town on a Saturday night,
Hoss don't come home carrying Little Joe across his saddle.
Bet he saved his skin a hundred times or more
just trying to keep him out of trouble.
He didn't keep me out of trouble.
That isn't the way it was told to me.
That don't amount to much.
Slow down your eating for a couple of days.
Don't spoil your appetite.
What happened, Johnny?
It's like I told you.
A man ought not try to do a job alone.
I'll get to Logan yet.
Sure, Johnny. But now we'll do it my way.
Logan's plumb ticklish about that town of his.
If we were to ride in there and start taking it apart...
I told you before this is something
between him and me, personal.
But you wouldn't object to me and the boys
flushing him out into the open for you, would you?
BEN: Brazos?
Yes, sir?
I said we'd do it my way, Johnny.
Yes, sir?
Brazos, I've decided to pull out first thing tomorrow morning.
Is that right, cap'n?
Well, in that case,
I better try to get the boys back from town early.
Nobody goes to town.
You've had your fun.
Go back into town, it'll mean trouble.
That's right, cap'n.
If you try to stop me and my boys from going back,
that's gonna cause trouble, too.
Unless you figure that it's no trouble
for you and that boy of yourn
and that stove-up cook of yours
to drive this herd to Nevada all by yourselves.
You're threatening me, Brazos.
Oh, now, now, cap'n, don't get sudden.
There's no call for it.
No call for it at all.
It's just that I've got a personal interest
in Sheriff Logan and that town of his.
No man blacksnakes me and gets away with it.
I'm not interested in your personal grudges.
You ain't, captain? Well, you should be.
The rest of these boys,
they're interested in my personal grudges,
ain't you, boys?
I guess I should have told you
at the start of this drive, cap'n.
These boys do what I say, not what you say.
(cocks gun)
You pack your war bag and get!
The rest of you settle down.
You hired on as trail hands,
and by thunder, you'll finish this job.
You're gonna have to back that up, cap'n.
All right, boys.
Tell him to put his gun away.
Hoss.
How about you, Johnny, you coming along?
You kind of wanted to pay your pa another visit, didn't ya?
Stay out of this, Sam.
I don't reckon I can stay out of this, Mr. Cartwright.
I got a personal grudge, too, that ain't finished yet.
How about you, cookie?
I'm sticking with the captain.
Suit yourself.
And get over here!
You two--take their guns and keep your eyes on them.
I don't want anybody spoiling our fun.
Come on, boys!
(trail gang whooping)
Boys, we're right glad to see you.
After last night, we wanted a chance
to show you how sorry we were for what happened.
Judge Armbruster,
tell these men what we decided on for today.
Well, we want to see you boys enjoy yourselves,
spend your money in our stores.
We've lifted Sheriff Logan's deadline
and our merchants are staying up late
in order to serve you.
The town is yours.
Well, ain't that nice.
Boys, ain't that the nicest thing
you ever heard in your lives?
(men laugh)
Tell you what, Judge, maybe you can get Sheriff Logan
to come down and have a drink with us.
Socialize a little.
Well, I'm afraid, sir, I have no control
over Sheriff Logan's movements.
What kind of a judge do you call that?
Boys, I just elected a new judge, namely me!
(all laughing)
Look here, sir...
You're in contempt of court, mister.
Show the man how we treat contempt of court.
Come on, Judge, meet the boys.
Gentlemen, please, please.
Get back in there.
Enjoy yourself, but not with the Judge, huh?
Bounce him around, that's it!
Come on, men! Take it easy.
Boys, the drinks are on the house!
They're all free!
(all whooping)
(people shouting, screaming)
RUDABAUGH: Keep it down, men!
Ah, get out of here! Come on! Get out!
Sam, can't you stop them?
Why should I?
Gentlemen, gentlemen, please!
There's no reason to destroy the place!
Here we go! Come on!
(all clamoring)
No! No!
Go ahead, dunk him there!
Put him in!
One...
two...
three!
(all laughing)
The town's ours, boys!
Let's take her!
(all cheering)
(gunshots)
(men whooping)
(gunshots continue)
(groans)
It's too bad you boys got stuck with this job
and miss all the fun
to say nothing of all the liquid refreshments.
Yeah, ol' Brazos is probably buying drinks
for everybody in town, don't you reckon, Hallelujah?
HALLELUJAH: Buying 'em or stealing 'em.
Anyway, he's getting them. (laughs)
Hallelujah, you still got
that, uh, that bottle of whiskey back there?
Sure have, captain.
We ain't had many snakebites this trip.
(chuckles)
Will you fellers care for a swallow?
Ought to know better than to ask you.
Now let me see...
where did I hide that the last time?
I'm always forgettin'.
It ought to be in here somewhere.
It was right next to the beans.
BEN: Find it yet?
Not yet.
I'll find her. She's around here somewhere.
Let's see--I had her right behind the flour
night before last.
I'll find her.
(cackles) Here it is!
Here it is!
I knowed it was there somewhere.
Ain't much left in it.
Here you are, captain.
Here.
(gasps)
What did you put in that bottle?
Coal oil.
Didn't think I'd leave any whiskey
in the bottle, did ya?
Yeah, well, I'll have to bring you back
a full bottle of whiskey from town.
Hey! Look after things!
(men whooping)
What you looking at there, boy?
Why don't he come out, Brazos?
What's he waiting for?
He'll make his play when he's ready.
Why wait on him?! Let's go on in after him now!
What's your hurry? We got plenty of time.
The boys ain't hardly liquored up enough yet.
Hey, boys, come on!
There's plenty more free liquor in the saloon!
(piano playing lively tune)
(all clamoring)
(women squealing, laughing)
BRAZOS: Where's the bartender?!
Come on! Get back here!
(glass breaking, gunshots)
(woman shrieking)
Whoa! Pa, they're all in there.
Let me go in and get Brazos right now.
Never mind. They've got a sheriff in this town.
Yeah, well, it don't seem to me like he's doing a very good job.
Maybe he's got something in his mind.
(shouting, screaming, gunfire continue)
Well, are you satisfied, Mr. Cartwright?
Did you take a good look at what can happen to a town?
You were right, Sheriff.
We couldn't control them.
And you can't control them now.
It's just gonna have to run its course.
Mr. Logan, you got a job to do and you getting paid to do it.
Paid to do it?
The good citizens of this town
told me not to interfere with their moneymaking enterprises.
Well, it's those enterprises that pay my salary.
I was reminded of that.
You mean you're, you're not going to do anything to,
to stop them out there?
I am going to sit right here until I get orders
from the people who pay me.
Since when do you wait for orders?
No...
what's your real reason, Logan?
What do you mean?
Your son is out there with that gang.
Could that have anything to do with your decision
to stay here inside?
What are you ashamed of, Logan,
being a father?
What do you want me to do...
go out there and kill my boy?
(all laughing)
Buy you a bottle of wine, kid?
I owe you one.
What are you doing here?
You think of a better place?
After all that's happened,
I didn't think you'd come back here.
Why?
Just another trail gang to me.
It's happened before and it'll happen again.
It's always the same.
You don't think things can change?
Sure, they can change...
if enough people decide to back up Sheriff Logan.
Well, I wouldn't count on him for anything.
Then you don't know him very well.
Don't I?
He's my father.
Your father?!
That's right.
And I'm here to kill him.
Hi, Sam.
Melinda, what'd I tell you?
He's a pretty good boy, ain't he?
Yeah.
He's the best thing that's happened to me
in a long time.
What's the matter with her?
Nothing.
(bangs glass onto table)
Ain't it time yet?
Yeah... it's time.
Come on, boys, let's go!
Come on out, Logan!
Well, I...
I guess it's time.
Logan.... don't you go out to him.
SAM: Come on out!
Let me talk to him.
He's my boy...
he's my problem.
I've been waiting for this for a long time, Mr. Logan.
Make your move!
Draw!
All right, boy, get it over with.
Well, what are you waiting for, you stupid kid?! Shoot!
Why, you yellow, no good...
Look out, Logan!
(Melinda screams)
It's your father, boy.
Ain't you gonna help him?
(uncocks gun)
Are you, are you all right?
Sure, son.
All right, men!
We've still got a bunch of cows to drive to Nevada.
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