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[shouting]

Hey, wire.

Wire.

They've thrown a
fence across there.

Them plow-pushers must have
put it up there last night.

Give me them wire cutters.

I'll fix this.

Hey, cornhuskers!

[gunshots]

Shad Wilkins, you've
been tried and found

guilty of the most serious
crime west of the Pecos, to wit,

shooting a steer.

Got anything to say for
yourself before the sentence

of the court is executed?

I told you, they
shot at me first!

I didn't mean to kill
that steer on purpose.

I was aiming at the man!

It's your bad
luck you missed him.

That's the trouble
with you sod-busters.

You can't shoot straight!

[laughter]

Shad, may the Lord have
mercy on your soul.

Hey!

Buck, I wanna see you.

Well, how's the hanging there?

Well, his neck didn't
hardly stretch a foot.

Here's to the greatest
woman in the world,

the fairest flower
that ever bloomed--

Lily Langtry.

Miss Langtry.

Hold it, boys.

Did you hear the
toast, stranger?

To Lily Langtry?

I thought you
meant your friends.

I didn't know that included me.

That includes every man
that drinks at my bar.

Glad to join you.

Have you ever met Miss Langtry?

No, I never met her.

I never met the sun.

I never shook hands
with the moon.

And I've never been
introduced to no cloud.

That's all right.

Too bad Lily Langry
couldn't have heard that.

Did you ever see her?

No, I was in England once,
but didn't get around to it.

Oh, you was in England once,
and you could have seen her,

but you never got
around to it, eh?

Yeah.

Get out of my bar.

Huh?

Get out of my bar!

[laughter]

To Jersey Lily.

Miss Langtry.

All right, Mort.

If Shad's good and
cold, you can have him.

Oh.

$4.

That's all he had.

I'll make it up to
you on the next one.

Get off.

What you got there?

A horse thief, judge.

Prisoner of the bar.

Get in there.

Chickenfoot, the law.

Hear ye, hear ye, court of
Vinegarroon is now in session.

What's the chaarge?

We caught him on Chickenfoot's
horse that was stole last week.

My horse Pete?
Where's he at?

Right outside.

Well, so it is.

Pete.

No, Your Honor.

I-- I was just trying to
get the lay of the land.

You will too, at
the end of a rope.

Southeast, no anticipating.

Hey, Judge.

Judge, that is my
old sabino Pony.

He's tied right out there.

People of Vinegarroon again,
you can use any name you like.

Cole Harden.

What are you doing
in Vinegarroon?

Oh, just passing through.

Homesteader?

No.

Where do you hail from?

No place in particular.

Where you heading for?

No place special.

Oh, a saddle bum, huh?

Well, it's all right
to live on a horse,

if it's your own horse.

Bart, turn loose
the prisoner's hand.

Chickenfoot, swear him in.

Do you to tell the truth,
the whole truth, and nothing

but the truth, so God help you?
- Take off your hat!

Well, now, I'll
tell you, son--

Are you Bean?

Judge Roy W Bean.

My name's Jane Ellen Matthews.

Yes, Miss Matthews.

What can it do for you?

What have you done
with Shad Wilkins?

Shad Wilkins?

He was working in the fields
when some of your wranglers

came up and took him away.

Shad Wilkins?

Shad Wilkins?

Oh yeah.

He was hanging around
out there a while back.

But he ain't around now.

Your men not
only took him away,

but they tore down the fence.

Not a stick of it
was left standing.

That so?

Yes, that's so.

And you didn't pretend
you don't know about it.

Well, it don't
surprise me none.

It's against the law to
build fences hereabouts.

What law?

Whose law?

Mine.

Now, you listen
to me, Mr. Bean.

Judge Bean.

You're no more
a judge than I am.

You just call yourself a judge.

I wouldn't say
that if was you.

I might consider it
contempt of court.

It's contempt, all right.

You call this a court?

I do, and it happens to
be in session right now.

Southeast, get the
young lady a chair.

Now, you sit down,
Miss Matthews,

and I'll tend to your
case in a minute.

You're charged with
stealing a horse.

Guilty or not guilty?

Not guilty.

Where's exhibit A?

Huh?

Where's the horse?

Bring in the horse, Chickenfoot.

Oh yeah, yeah, the horse.

Miss Matthews, when cattle
can't to water, they die.

There's miles of river on
each side of our homestead.

This country's
unfenced range land.

It always was, and
always will be.

Get in there.

All right, give me
room there, you guys.

Come on.

Whoa, Pete.

Come on in here.

Come on, get over there.

Give us a little room.

All right, Judge.

There he is.

Ho.

Mr. Harden, it's
my duty to inform you

that the lassoing of
an equine is a capital

offense punishable by death.

But you can rest assured
that in this court,

a horse thief always gets a
fair trial before he's hung.

Chickenfoot, that your horse?

Oh, why, Judge.

Can you prove it's your horse?

Well, Judge, anybody here--

I can prove it by Petey
himself that he's my horse.

Pete, you're my
horse, ain't you?

Ownership of the harsh
clearly established.

It belongs to Chickenfoot.

That's my ruling.

Well, I don't
contest it, Your Honor.

Maybe the horse does
belong to Chickenfoot here,

but I didn't steal it.

How did you get it, then?

I bought it.

[laughter]

Order in the court.

That all you got to say?

That's all.

No, it's not.

I'm not gonna stay here and see
anybody railroaded like this.

Miss Matthews, I
don't recollect you

were summoned as a
witness in this trial.

What kind of a
trial is it when

a prisoner isn't even allowed
to have anybody speak for him?

You an attorney, miss?

I'm as much an attorney
as you are a judge.

- You know this man?
- No, I don't.

- You ever seen him before?
- No, but--

Can you prove he
didn't steal a horse.

No, but--

Then he don't need
no lawyer, then.

This man was caught
on a stolen horse.

And in this jurisdiction,
that's prima facie evidence.

The case is closed,
and that's my ruling.

Yes, and it's just
like all your rulings.

The courtroom will now be
cleared of everybody, excepting

the judge, the jury, the
prisoner, the witnesses,

and I guess that means you.

All right, I'll go.

I don't want to see anymore.

It's murder.

That's what it is-- murder.

This man hasn't got a
chance, and you know it.

But you never give
anybody a chance.

You didn't give us
one when you stampeded

the cattle over our crops.

You thought you'd starve
the homesteaders out,

but you didn't.

You can pester us, and
rob us, and kill us,

but you can't stop us.

Because there'll always be
more coming, more and more.

And we'll stay on our
farms in spite of you

and your courtroom
and your killers!

My gob, she's all right.

She'd make a good cattleman.

If it wasn't for
Lily, I'd marry her.

Giddup.

You heard the case against
the accused, pro and con.

And now I guess
maybe you'd better

retire to consider a verdict.

Chickenfoot, you
better take Pete

out for a little fresh air.

Take him out, Bart.

I've got work to do.

And while you retire,
there'll be a recess

for them that's thirsty.

Well, I guess you
can't take it with you.

It's gotta be
strictly understood

you ain't making no
effort to influence

the sober judgment of the jury.

Certainly not.

There you are.

Drink up, everyone.

Compliments of the prisoner.

Jury to the rear!

Bullseye.

Join me, Your Honor?

Don't mind if I do.

Don't spill none of
that liquor, son.

It eats right into the bar.

To the unfortunate lady
with a bullet in her face.

The man that fired that bullet
was hauled out of here feet

first.

And he ought to be.

Any man that'd shoot at a
picture of Lillie Langtry

ought to be killed.

It's just retribution.

It's justifiable homicide.

That was my ruling.

Right.

You an admirer
of miss Lily's too?

Well, that's-- that's
putting it mildly.

She's the most beautiful
woman I ever met.

Met?

You mean to tell me
you met Lily Langtry,

the real her in the flesh?

Oh, many times.

What an actress.

How'd you get to know her?

Well-- well, that's
a long story, Judge.

Bart, you and Blackjack
get yourself a drink, huh?

Mighty fine liquor.

What do you call it?

Rub of the brush.

Go on.

Rub of the brush?

Did you get to
know her real well?

She's got character.

I said, "did you get
to know her real well?"

Now, Judge, you--

you forget a gentleman never
discusses a lady in a bar room.

Who said it's a bar room?

This is a courtroom!

Say, tell me.

Is she as pretty
as them pictures?

Why, the picture's
never been made that can

do justice to Lily Langtry.

Is she good natured?

An angel.

Oh!

I'll never forget
the night we met.

Yeah?

I'll never forget
it as long as I live.

Who is that?

Oh, that's Mort Borrow.

He cleans up around here.

Go on, about Lily.

Oh yeah, Lily.

How about a verdict?

Can't you see we're still
considering the evidence?

Two aces.

I'll bet a dollar and a half.

Stay once.

Get away from here.

You smell of formaldehyde!

[inaudible].

I'll call that.

You've been down around
Lanno Bay, ain't you?

Sure.

Well, you know
how it is at sunset.

You can look out, and that
water ain't exactly blue,

and it ain't exactly purple.

It's a kind of
color a man can feel

but he can't put a name to.

Yeah.

Well, that's Lily's eyes.

By gobs.

No.

I'll stay out.

Here we go.

Got 10, got a nine.

You know how-- you know
how bright, and coppery,

and gold-like a
young chestnut horse

is a-running in the bright sun?

Yeah.

Well, her hair is
something like that.

In the daytime.

You mean it's
different at night?

Not different, but
just sort of more so.

How so?

Well-- well, you
know how it is at dusk,

and you see a prairie
fire reflected in the sky,

a sort of a--

a deep, beautiful
kind of blushing--

Red.

Red.

Well, that'll give
you a rough idea.

By gobs.

I-- I got a lock of her hair.

You mean to tell
me you actually

got the real from her head?

I don't suppose you'd ever
part with that lock of hair,

no matter what a man-- a
man was willing to give.

A man don't trade
things like that.

You see that sword up there?

I wore it in the Civil War.

Always meant to
be buried with it.

Now, if you was
willing to swap, I--

Would you really
like to have it?

I'd rather own it
than the State of Texas.

Let's have a look at it.

I haven't got it with me.

Where's it at?

It's with my stuff in El Paso.

So-- so you was in the
Civil War, huh, Judge?

El Paso, huh?

Yeah.

Cavalry, huh?

I suppose you
could write for it.

Yeah.

Wouldn't take long to
get here by mail coach.

Oh, two, three weeks.

Two or three weeks, huh?

Yeah, about.

But I wouldn't part
with that lock of hair

for anything in the world.

The jury's ready, Judge.

That bottle of
whiskey gone already?

Yeah, and if he
ain't paid for it,

you better start collecting now.

What's the verdict?

You know what the
verdict is-- guilty.

There's only one
thing I can do.

You're sentenced to hang.

That's my ruling.

Turn loose the prisoner's hand.

But Judge, you just ruled--

I didn't finish my ruling.

The court sentenced
to prisoner to hang.

The court didn't say when.

So long as there's
reasonable doubt--

What reasonable doubt, Judge?

We just caught him
with Chickenfoot's horse.

Ain't any room for doubt.

Order.

I've been talking
to the prisoner.

He's a friend of
Lily Langtry's Stands

to reason no friend
of Lily Langtry

goes around stealing horses.

Leastways there's
a reasonable doubt.

You mean you're setting
aside your own ruling?

That ain't what I said.

When I make a ruling, it stands.

But Judge, you just
sentenced the man.

His sentence you suspended
for a-- for a couple of weeks,

until I can look into
the matter further.

That's my ruling.

Hi, Mort.

How's business?

Just lost a customer.

Well, I'll be down
for a shave in a minute.

All right, you're next.

Howdy, Judge.

Hello, Evans.

Jersey Lily Special.

Pardon me.

You don't-- you don't happen
to have a twin brother, do you?

No, not me.

Then you better pay me
that money you owe me.

You're loco, brother.

I don't owe you nothing.

You owe me $60.

$60.

If you're interested,
that's the man

that sold me the roan horse.

Then he's the man that stole--

[gunshot]

$84 and six bits.

Fined $80 for disorderly
conduct and $4 and six bits

for carrying concealed weapons.

Now, you men get some
rope and string him up.

String him up?

Why, he's dead already.

We hang horse
thieves, don't we?

String him up.

Come inside, son.

You can have his
horse and outfit.

Rub of the brush?

Rub of the brush.

El Paso.

El Paso.

[snoring]

[mumbling]

[splashing]

Good morning, Judge.

Who are you?

Who are you?

What are you doing here?

Stranger.

Stranger, come here.

Straighten out my
neck, would you?

Grab a hold of my head.

Now jerk it, quick.

Thank you.

It's my neck.

You see, I was hung once, but
my friends cut me down in time.

Now when I don't
live right, why,

the crick comes back on me.

Now, who are you, anyhow,
and what are you doing here?

Huh?

Why, don't you remember?

Why, I'm the fellow that
filled the inside straight,

and won Chickenfoot's horse.

So long, Judge.

Hey, Pete, are you glad I
won you from Chickenfoot?

Well, that makes it nice.

Here.

Wait, Wait!

That lock of hair,
Lily's hair, you promised

to write to El Paso for it.

Don't you remember?

We drank on it.

When are you gonna do it?

Eh?

You ain't gonna crawfish.

No, the first post
office I come to.

Straighten her
out, will you, son?

Thank you.

You mangy old scorpion.

You might have got
us both killed.

[chuckling]

What you wanna go
to California for?

See the Pacific Ocean.

It's just like the
Gulf down at Lanno Bay.

It's bigger.

Why don't you stay
around Vinegarroon a while?

We could have a lot
of fun together.

We could talk about Lily and--

No, I'm on my way.

Listen, it's a great country
here west of the Pecos.

A fella could really make
something of himself.

Why, when I first come
here, I didn't have nothing.

Now I'm boss of
the whole section.

Well, that's-- that's
mighty fine, Judge.

You know, I cottoned to you
the first time I seen you.

Why don't you put it in me?

Well, I tell you,
Judge, that's nice of you

to ask me, but I--

I'm heading for California,
and nothing short of hanging

can stop me.

Wait a minute.

You can't go.

You're under suspended sentence.

Well, you hung
Mr. Evans for that.

You're under
suspendence anyhow.

Who are you?

What do I know about you?

How do I know they
ain't looking for you?

You're under arrest
for disorderly conduct,

for disturbing the peace,
vagrancy, and you're on the way

back to town with me,
and that's my ruling!

So long, Judge.

By gobs, he stole my gun.

We hired out for farm
work, miss, not a civil war.

This ain't no fit
place to homestead in.

Land's no good when there's
always lead flying over it.

If you'd shoot back, maybe
they'd stop bothering you.

We did shoot back.

So did Shad Wilkins. , And
he ain't trying it no more.

What about your
own quarter sections?

If you leave, you'll lose it.

We don't want no part of it.

All right, Hod.

If you feel that
way, we'll try to get

along with just Eph and Henry.

Not me.

Henry, if we only had one
man, it'd be a big help.

Sorry, Mr. Matthews.

Call themselves men.

Wade, what do we do?

I know what to do.

No.

No, Wade.

That's not the way.

Don't even think of it.

Wade, aren't you
gonna stay for supper?

I'll be back.

Well, they left.

Of course they have.

What did you expect?

My hands split too.
You can't blame 'em for leaving.

There won't be a hired man left
in this part of the country

if we don't do
something about it.

We hire new hands, the
same thing will happen.

What's old Matthews
willing to say about it?

Aw, he keeps passing the
buck to the Lord Jehovah.

I say let's do something
about it ourselves.

That's what I think.

Let's give the Judge the same
thing he gave Shad Wilkins.

Maybe if some of us
went down and appealed

to Roy Bean for justice--

Justice?

If you'd seen him
yesterday pretending

to try that prisoner-- the
man didn't have a chance.

I wonder if they hanged him.

Don't they always?

He was the same as dead,
even while he stood there.

I kept on see his face all day.

What is it, daughter?

The man I told you about,
the one that was hanged.

I saw him, plain as day,
looking in the window.

You're seeing
things, Jane Ellen.

There's nobody out there.

I saw his face, I tell you.

[knocking on door]

Come in.

Good evening.

Pardon me for
intruding like this.

No, you're-- no, you're not.

It's just, well, I
thought you were a ghost.

Well, I guess you're
partly to blame I'm not.

I just stopped in to thank you.

Father, this is Mr.--

Harden.

Welcome, Mr. Harden.

Welcome.

Glad to meet you.

Mr. Harden, this is our
neighbor, Wade Harper.

This is the man
I told you about.

You mean to tell me Bean
tried you and let you go?

Well, she was my lawyer.

I guess she's the
one that got me off.

I knew you weren't
a horse thief.

Thanks.

How'd you know that?

I-- I just knew.

Are you working anywhere?

No, I'm heading
for California.

Mr. Harden, I suppose a
body that's just been hanged

is apt to be a bit hungry.

You must stay for supper.

Well, I-- I don't
wanna put you out any.

Oh no, not at all.

Matter of fact,
we had some company

that just disappointed us.

Uh-huh.

We were hoping somebody'd
show up to take their place.

Make yourself at home now.

Make yourself at home.

Wait till you sink your teeth
into some of Jane Ellen's stew.

O Lord, for that
which thou hast

sent us in our hour of need,
make us truly grateful.

Bless this food to our use
and ourselves to thy service.

Amen.

Let me help you.

Now let's see.

How about some hominy?
- Here, Wade.

Give him some milk.

Give him some milk.

I think he likes it here.

I think we got him.

What-- what's he doing now?

Feeding his horse.

Hey, he could probably
take the place of two men,

he's so big and strong.

Well, I don't know
how strong he is.

Strong enough, Wade.

Now Jane Ellen, we'll
leave you alone with him,

and you kind of add on
a little more welcome.

What will I say?

Oh, just keep smiling at him.

And, daughter, if it should
come up natural-like,

you might hint what
a handsome man he is.

Handsome?

We need him terribly
bad, daughter.

We've gotta get that cornhusk.

We need him terribly bad.

Listen Listen, your father
don't mean for you to--

Shh, look out.

Everything all
right, Mr. Harden?

Fine, thanks.

Good.

Now I'll go see about your bunk.

Oh, no trouble.

No trouble at all.

Come on, Wade.

Can I give you a hand?

Oh, no thanks.

Won't you sit down, please?

Well, I won't argue with you.

If I had to wash dishes, I
guess I'd give up eating.

Well, what do you do about
the dishes when you're home?

Oh, you mean in a house?

Well, you live in
a house, don't you?

No.

No, my house is all
out there, all one

room with a sky for a roof.

Well, it's a big place.

Got some space to rent.

Well, I guess California
is your next stop, huh?

California.

But I don't stop.

Oregon next, I guess.

All places are just the same.

Wouldn't you rather stay a
little longer in some places?

No, they're all the same,
beautiful when you leave them.

It's almost like the turtles
carry their houses with them.

If I had to build me a
house, I'd have it on wheels.

Not me.

I'd want my house so that
nothing could ever move it,

so down deep that and
earthquake couldn't shake it,

and-- and a cyclone would be
just another wind going by.

Well, you say who wants
to be a turtle, and I say,

I hope you'll be very
happy in your house.

Well--

Oh, say, wait a minute!

What?

I'll bet I know something
we could agree on.

What's that?

Well, in about a week now,
we're gonna husk the corn,

and I'll bet you'll
agree that that's fun.

Huh?

Well, you know, I
think husking corn's

the greatest fun in the world.

Husking corn fun?

Oh yes.

Well, I'd rather wash dishes.

Oh no.

Well, it was a fine supper.

Good cooking.

Oh, Mr. Harden.

Huh?

What a handsome man you are.

Well, I doubt that,
but I'm a tired one.

Well, I hope I see you in
the morning, before I leave.

[shouting]

Get out of here!

Hey!

If anybody told me yesterday
I'd be playing tag in a corn

field with a lot of cows, I'd--

If we had some men
that would ride fence,

there wouldn't be any
cows in the corn field.

You were sure cute last night.

Now you're making fun of me.

Well, that's-- that's
more fun than picking corn.

Hey, look.

It's your father.

I wonder what's up.

I tried to stop 'em.

They wouldn't listen to me.

Wade.

Yes, it-- it's the wrong
and lawless thing to do.

I begged 'em not to.

I told 'em--
- Who?

What happened?

Wade Harper's rounded
up some of the men.

They're going to town
to lynch Judge Bean.

When did they leave?

About an hour ago.

They took our wagon.

Thunder and lightning.

Are you back from
California already?

You gotta get out of here
and don't stop for nothing.

Did you ride to El Paso?

Listen, just get on
your horse and get,

because they're after you.

Did you write--

who's after me?

The homesteaders.

They're gonna string you up.

Boy, that bunch
of plow-pushing--

They're outside right now,
a whole wagon load of 'em.

A wagon load?

Why, I can handle a
train load of 'em.

I'll tear their livers out.

What'll it be, gentlemen?

It'll be Roy Bean.

Where is he?

He's out for a while.

That's because you came
down here and warned him.

[gunshot]

Make a move,
and I'll kill you.

Cole, start collecting
them shotguns.

Uncork them rifles now, and set
'em down this end of the bar,

easy-like.

Go on.

Get back, get back.

Now I'll take yours, Judge.

The drinks are on me, gentlemen.

We're not drinking
with you, Harden.

Nor him, either.

I ain't serving
none of my liquor

to no bunch of
tomato-kissing, plow-pushing--

Now, Judge, we don't want
any harsh words to spoil this

friendly little get-together.

Get-together?

Why, this pack of weasels invade
the dignity of my court room,

come in here armed with
malice aforethought

to kick up a rumpus?

Now, look, you being a
judge, you know there's always

two sides to any question.

These men have come here
with a legitimate grievance.

We're not asking you
to speak for us, Harden.

No, nor me, either.

Well, that makes it unanimous.

I'm gonna talk for
the both of you.

There's a law here
against fencing

land that seems nothing short of
murder to people raising crops.

But it's common sense
to men running cattle.

I've seen this
kind of war before.

It's happening now, back
in Kansas and Nebraska.

The cattlemen came in first.

Then the homesteaders moved
in and fenced 'em out.

They had crops for one year,
and then a dry spell, drought.

So the homesteaders moved
out, and the rush and thistle

and gypsum moved in.

And the big spaces were all
broken up by little quarter

sections, and the
homesteads left empty

and the houses caved in, and the
land no good for man or cattle.

You spoiled the land.

Then you came here
to spoil this land.

This here's a big country.

Yeah, but it ain't big enough
for cattlemen and homesteaders,

and it never will be.

Now clear out of here.

That's my ruling.

All right, Bean.

We're going.

We're going back to
build our fences.

If you do, you better
build coffins along with 'em.

Now, get.

You sure told them off, son.

Yup, and now I'm
gonna tell you off.

I'm sorry I stopped
'em from lynching you.

They got a right to
defend their homesteads.

You know this
ain't homestead land.

You just said so yourself.

The government didn't say so.

I'm the government here.

Judas Priest, I
don't see how you

can talk up for scum like that.

They proved up on their
land, and they got deeds to it.

When you make war on
them, you're making war

on their women and kids too.

Those people were
starved out last year.

I heard about those cattle being
stampeded over their crops.

And there's too many strays
running loose in that valley

right now.

Only, they're not strays.

What do you want
me to do, arrest

them cattle and
fine 'em a couple

of dollars apiece for trespass?

Now, look, those
people don't take

up much room with their little
shirt-sized pieces of land.

Why don't you be a real
judge for all of the people?

Why don't you try to
see their side of it

and help them
instead fight them?

Make peace around
here instead of war.

There's plenty of
room for everybody.

Then everybody'd look up to you.

Then, someday, maybe they'd
put up a statue out there

in the street, a statue
with carving on it,

to Roy Bean, the real judge.

What are you doing,
catching a fish?

- I guess I'm wasting my time.
- Hold on.

Wait a minute.

You write that letter
to El Paso yet?

No.

You promised.

We drank on it.

I didn't have to write it.

I had it on me all the time.

You did?

Well, why didn't you
give it to me, then?

You old bull-head.

If I'd have given it to
you, you would have hung me.

Wouldn't you?

I might have, at that.

Let's have a look at it.

I haven't got it with me.

Suffering,
bleeding, chickamauga.

Where's it at?

I left it over at
the Matthews place.

How is she?
Is

- Huh?
- I'll ride right over with you.

No, no.

You mean you're
gonna crawfish?

You ain't gonna give it to me?

Sure, I'll give it to you.

When?

When the last steer's
out of the valley.

All right.

I'll pass the word
around to the boys.

No, you don't.

You're gonna help
run those cattle out,

and I'm going along with
you to see that it's done.

Don't you trust me, Cole?

When When I was a kid,
I had a pet rattlesnake.

I was fond of it, but I
wouldn't turn my back on it.

[chuckling]

You're all right.

I'm going back
now and gathering

my stuff for the round-up.

And that lock of hair.

Yeah, yeah, the lock of hair.

He defended Bean.

He said he was right.

He said the
homesteaders spoiled

this land for the cattlemen.

We all heard it.

I don't care what you heard.

He couldn't be two faced.

He's not that kind.

If he took Bean's part, he
only did it to stop trouble.

Miss Matthews, looks like
every time I get into trouble,

you always speak up for me.

They're trying to tell
me you spoke up for Bean.

Well, I--

I did try to tell them
Bean's point of view.

There you are.

It's always been my
experience that when

you know the other
fellow's point of view,

you usually get together.

Well, why didn't you
tell him our point of view?

I did, and we got together.

You won't have to patrol
your fields any longer.

Judge gave me his
word they'd round

up all the cattle in this
valley and take 'em out of here.

Hmph.

You think he'd keep his word?

Well, I'm going along with
him to see that he does.

Well, what makes you
think we'd take your word?

Take it or leave it.

Harden, you're a
sneak and a liar.

Miss Matthews!

I'll be back.

California's that way.

I got something to
tell you before I go.

Well?

How's Wade?

He's fine, just fine.

You know, you're not the
prettiest girl I ever saw.

Well, that's great news.

Who asked you?

But you've got the
prettiest hair I ever saw.

Why do you like
to make fun of me?

Because I like you, I guess.

And you think my
hair is pretty, huh?

I never saw anything like it.

Could I clip a lock?

No, you can't.

Will you clip one?

No, I won't.

Come around here,
take sides with Bean,

knock out my best friend, and--

Tell you how much I like you,
and how much I might miss you?

All right?

No!

Oh.

Here, these are yours.

Well, thanks a lot.

Jane Ellen!

Go on, Cole, go on.

Well, so I says to her--

I said, "Miss Langtry, do you
plan to go back to England when

you finish your American tour?"

And she said to me--

she said "no."

Said she loved the
United States too much.

Yeah.

She planned to stay here
for the rest of her life.

She told me that
when she got all

through her work in the theater
that she wanted to settle down

someplace out here in the West.

By gobs

Some quiet little place way
out on the range, away from all

the lights and the crowds.

She kept asking about
Texas especially.

She--

She said that ever since
she was a little girl,

she'd heard about
Texas, and it had

always been the
dream of her life

to have a home here someday.

She did?

She did.

Last herd just come in, Judge.

Well?

Huh?

Oh.

By gobs.

A lock of her own hair!

It's kind of dark, isn't it?

Yeah, she uses lots
of shampoo on her hair.

She does?

Beautiful.

Beautiful.

I'll never forget this, Cole.

Never.

Now, let me see it, will you?

What for?

I ain't gonna keep it.

I'd like to see you try.

All right?

All right.

I know how you feel, son.

O might God, we offer thee
Thanksgiving for thy help

and thy divine bounty.

Thou hast poured thy
blessings on our lands.

Thou hast visited the earth
and made it plenteous.

Thou hast made it soft
with drops of rain.

And the land that was desolate
has become like a garden.

And the waste places are become
fenced and are inhabited.

Thou hast made the tree of
the field yield her fruit,

and the earth her increase.

Thou hast broken the
bonds of our yoke

and delivered us out of
our hands of our enemies,

so that we shall dwell safely
and none shall make us afraid.

And for this, thy divine
bounty, O Lord, we thank thee.

Amen.

Amen.

[chattering]

[music playing]

One foot up and
the other foot down.

Swing them pretty girls
'round and 'round.

Here it is.

What?

Tell me something first.

Where do you keep
my lock of hair.

Oh.

Show me.

Oh, nobody can see that.

Not even you.

Look, Cole.

The best piece of homestead
land in the whole country.

It used to belong to one of
the hired men that left us,

and now it's anybody's.

You just claim it.

Yeah, that's a fine
piece of land, all right.

Yeah, look at the feed on
those slopes over there.

And that strip along the bottom
is just fine for wheat or corn.

And, Cole, look, that
little knoll right there,

it's just begging for a house.

You-- you know how
to build a house?

No, how?

Well, you-- you--

well, you have the--

the kitchen there, and
the bedroom over there,

and the living room
right in the middle.

It'd have to have the
right things in it too.

What sort of things?

Oh, fires and
lamplight, warm beds,

the smell of coffee
in the morning,

the sound of rain on the roof.

Gee, that's a nice
house, Jane Ellen.

Jane.

Look!

Go to your homes!

Protect your houses!

Hey, wait.
Grab another team.

We'll take a section
of rail fence

and knock down a strip of corn.

Maybe we can start a backfire.

Take the two end sections, Wade.

Cole, Cole, Cole!

Whoa.

Hey, get out of here.

Move.

Look, the house!

Dad, dad, dad, dad, father!

Help, help!

Come on, hurry up!

Watch out for his
leg and shoulder.

All right.

Take it easy.

Have you seen Jane Matthews?

No.

So I hereby christen
this town "Langtry!"

No man ever gave a woman a whole
town afore, but I'm a-doing it.

And from now on, this
whole section's gonna bloom

like the Jersey Lily herself!

I ain't through yet.

Miss Langtry's coming soon to
play a night in Fort Davis.

And I want every legal
resident of Langtry, Texas

to go over and see the
godmother of this here

town, a town of cattlemen,
for cattlemen, and, by God,

run by cattlemen!

[cheering]

Now, in honor of
this great occasion,

I'm a-dishing out free
beer to one and all.

And anybody found
sober after sundown

is liable to arrest
for disorderly conduct,

and that's my ruling!

[cheering]

Start the music!

[music playing]

"And man that is born of woman
has but a short time to live.

He cometh up, and is
cut down like a flower.

He fleeth as if it were
a shadow, and never

continueth in one stay.

In the midst of life,
we are in death."

The wagon train's left.

The people have all
gone, Jane Ellen.

I'm staying.

Nobody's gonna drive
me away from my land,

not with cattle or fire,
or killing my father,

or anything else.

I'll be here long after Bean and
his gang of murderers are gone.

Sure you will, and me too.

I don't want you.

I don't want any of Roy
Bean's friends around.

Wade Harper was right.

I didn't believe it
then, but I do now.

You knew we were
gonna be burned out.

That's why you herded
all the cattle out,

so they wouldn't be
burned with our crops.

No, I don't need your help.

Not now.

I can do what I
have to do alone.

I'll be back.

[sobbing]

[music playing]

Why, Cole!

My gobs, man, I'm
glad to see you.

Well, I never wanted to see a
man so much before in my life.

What for?

What for?

Don't you know what for?

She's coming to Fort Davis.

Lily Langry's coming
to Fort Davis.

Langtry?

Langtry, yeah.

And you and me are going
over there together.

You're gonna
introduce me to her.

My gobs, I'm gonna meet her.

I just can't believe it.

- I wanna talk to you, Roy.
- Yeah, all right.

And look what I got to
tell her when I see her.

"Langtry," that's the
name of this town.

A great town after
a great woman.

I said I wanted
to talk to you.

Sure!

Oh, it's a great day.

I tell you, it's the greatest
day in the history of Texas.

Some fire, huh?

Huh?

Yeah, wasn't it, though?

Yeah, too bad.

Yeah.

Yep.

I wonder who was behind it.

Oh, fire don't need
nothing behind it.

Fire has a way of
moving on its own.

Here's how.

Before I drink
with you, Judge,

I wanna know you had
nothing to do with it.

Me?

Why, how can you say
a thing like that?

Didn't I round up all
them cattle for you?

Wasn't I right here in the
saloon when the fire broke out?

Didn't I-- Well, I was.

And what's more, I ain't
got no idea who done it.

Now, drink up.

Don't you believe me?

No.

Now, listen, son.

I told how it was, and I don't
want you calling me no liar.

Now, drink hearty.

Will you swear by that?

Ain't no reason I
should, but I'm willing.

All right.

I swear by my sword there I
had nothing to do with it.

I swear by the revised statutes.

And by gobs, if there was
a Bible in town, I'd--

Where's that lock of hair?

Right here with me.

Let me see it.

Swear on that.

All right, it was me.

I burned their houses and crops.

I run them varmints out.

Nice going.

And if you think--

If you think I'm
sorry, you're crazy.

I'm proud, and glad I
rid the country of them.

It was either them or us.

And now the range
grass will grow back.

And someday, the cattlemen
will put up a statue of me

out there in the street.

And they're write on
it "Judge Roy Bean,

he give us back the land."

You get warrants in
Fort Davis, don't you?

Yeah, that's where they
get 'em, but they don't know

how to spell my name.

It's been tried before.

I'll get one.

This time, you're gonna get
what's coming to you, Judge.

Cole, you and me is friends.

I done what I had to, and
you think it was wrong.

But if it was my own son come
over here with a warrant,

he'd have to be
first on the drawer.

I aim to be, unless
I get it in the back

before I get out of here.

So long, Cole.

Make out a warrant
against Roy Bean.

Raise your right hand.

Do you solemnly
swear to carry out

the duties of a deputy
sheriff in Jeff Davis

County in the state of Texas?

Yep.

Thanks, Sheriff.

How much are tickets?

$2 apiece, all over the house.

First come, first served.

How many seats in the house?

400.

I'll take 'em.

How many?

All of 'em.

Much obliged.

Let me have two tickets.

If I was you, Judge, I
wouldn't set foot in Fort Davis

to see Adam and Eve.

Me, either.

A deputy's star makes the
finest kind of a target.

How you know you're
not heading into a trap?

Sure looking for Trap trouble,
going over to Fort Davis.

Taking an awful change, Judge.

Them hombres are just
waiting down there for you.

Why, you pack
of yellow-bellies.

Give me them tickets.

You mean, you're going
to Fort Davis alone?

Not by a jugful, I ain't.

You're all going with
me as a guard of honor,

right up to the opera house.

But I'm going in alone.

I don't want nobody in
there with me no how.

I ain't sharing the
Jersey Lily with no one.

Now, come on.

We got a day's ride ahead of us.

I'm gonna dress, and you fellas
proud yourselves up a bit.

Chickenfoot, my sword.

[KNOCING

I ain't wore this uniform
since Chickamauga,

but it still fits right smart.

Bean and his men are coming.

Get off the street!

Bean and his men are coming!

Bean's coming!

Bean's coming!

Hey, look.

They must have
heard I was coming.

All right, boys.

Take your places.

Hey, this is the
stage entrance.

Now, remember.

I want strict privacy
all during the show.

You'll get it.

Third seat in.

Pardon, sir.

Your seat is back here.

No, it ain't.

It's right here.

Say, when does Miss
Langtry to go on to play?

Right after the curtain.

She's about to go up now, sir.

Go up?

The curtain, sir.

Oh.

Now?

Yes, now.

Now.

[music playing]

Don't make a move, Judge.

I'm coming down to get you.

Come a-shooting.

[gunshot]

[glass shatters]

The war is on.

Yeah, wish I was in
there to see that show.

I bet the Judge is
having a good time.

Yeah.

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

[gunshots]

[gunshots]

[gunshot]

Hey, let's you and me
stand up and shoot it out.

That suits me, Judge.

Put up your gun.

We'll draw.

All right.

Ready?

BEAN: Yeah.

[chuckling]

You see what you done?

You stopped the show.

I was gonna see Lily.

Now it's-- now it's too late.

No, it isn't, Judge.

She's back there now,
waiting to see you.

What?

She knows all
about you, Judge.

She wants to meet you.

She told me so herself.

Come on.

Let's go back and see her.

My hat.

Where's Miss Langtry?

Put me down.

I can walk.

Put me down, I tell you.

It's my ruling.

Miss Langtry,
I'd like to present

an old admirer, Judge Roy Bean.

I'm pleased to-- to meet you.

[thud]

Cole, come here, quick.

Look.

See, what did I tell you?

They're coming back.

Wagons by the score.

It's the promised land.

Jane Ellen, someday,
Texas is gonna

be the biggest and the finest--

[music playing]