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In return for opening up
this virgin territory,

the government is
granting us land,

but we want freight,
not land.

To hasten settlement, we propose
to turn these fertile acres

over to you and
other competent farmers.

As the government will
not grant patents to us

until after the land is
developed, I cannot give
you a deed immediately.

However, this option is your
guarantee that after you've

properly developed the land you
can buy it for a nominal price.

Not more than three dollars
per acre.

What do they mean,
$100 an acre?

Well, let's go to Hillman
and find out.

That's in case settlers fail
to take up their options.

Now that we've accepted
title from the government,

we can't risk having
to pay taxes on any land
that's unoccupied.

Then this $100 business
is just for outsiders?

Certainly. Any of you
settlers who want to stay,

just send your options
to my office in St. Louis.

Thanks a lot, Mr. Krager.

You can't blame us
for being worried.

First, I want to thank Mr.
and Mrs. Davis for arranging

this meeting for me,
a total stranger.

I'm a lawyer, but my
father was a farmer.

When I read about this
outrageous swindle
in the papers,

I was furious and came
straight here to offer my help.

It's mighty nice of you,
but we ain't got much money.

Don't have to
worry about my fee,

because, except for your
good will, there won't be any.

AS it appears that the railroad
had no title to the property

at the time it
issued the options,

it is my judgment that
these options are valueless

and the settlers have
no rights in the lands
which they developed.

That is my legal opinion, but my
private opinion is

that the men who perpetrated
this are the dad-blamdest

set of swindlers
still unhung.

That means pay up within
thirty days or get out.

That means $16,000, Mr.

We ain't never
seen that much money.

You better start lookin',
old lady.

While I'm preparing an appeal,
I most earnestly plead with you

not to resort to violence,
as it'll only turn public
sentiment against us.

An appeal? What good's
an appeal going to do?

I'll fight before they
run me off my farm.

- What you need is
a fightin' leader.
- Who we gonna get?

Unfortunately, bein' a county
official, I can't serve,

but there used to be
a feller, back before
you come here,

who fought the
railroad tooth and nail

for condemning' the best
farmland for its danged
old right-of-way.

Then where is he?
Who're you talkin' about?

- What if I did say it?
- Sheriff...

That's just it.
I'm the sheriff.

If he comes back, he'll be
riskin' his neck

and it is my job to put
a noose around it.

I'll do it so I can
get rid of that noose.

- Got a paper? Got a pen?
- Sure.

Get it out here.
I'll show them a thing or two.

My name's Carson.
I'd like to take up the
option on the Davis place.

Why, yes, yes.

I'm Krager, Mr. Carson.

This transaction
you're speaking of

will have to be in cash,
you know, $16,000.

Yes, I know.
I want the deed made
out in Davis's name.

In Davis's name?

Charlie Davis is kin to me
and I don't want to see
him lose his farm.

Seems to be all right.

Get the papers and
we'll make out the deed.

Hey, where are you goin'?

Jesse James!

Jesse James?
What do you mean, Jesse James?

Jesse James
just rode into town.

He did?
Why, that darn fool.

Come on.

There he is.
That's Jesse James.

Arrest him and don't forget
I claim the $10,000 reward,

if there is
that much money.

Does he mean me?

I've heard tell of
Jesse James, but why me?

My name's Clint Burns.

Look here, Jesse, are you
forgettin' I'm the sheriff?

Comin' to town in
broad daylight like this.

I ain't forgettin' nothin', I
never saw you before in my life.

Well, I've seen you, so
don't make me use this.

Come along.

I'll go along
if you say so, but...

Would you mind
witnessing it, Mr. Krager?

Now, if you'll just
get this deed recorded,

the deal will be completed.

All right.
I'll do that.

Krager, come here!

Look at this, here.

Y-seven, four,
three, six, nine.

And here, Y-seven,
four, three, six, nine.

This is a list of serial
numbers furnished to us
by the bank.

- The stolen money?
- Yes.

That's where I've
seen that man before.

That fellow Carson,
that was Jesse James.

- We just got Jesse James.
- What do you mean, got him?

He's locked up at the jail.

That's quick work.

I want my reward!

Oh.

Don't look at me
like that, Jesse.

When I wrote you, I figured
you'd have sense enough to
keep out o' my sight.

What do you mean, your sight?
You're as blind as a bat.
Let me out of here!

- Where's Jesse James?
- Want to see him?

You bet. Where's the money
he stole off my train?

Funny, he didn't tell me.

Hey, you sure do seem right at
home in this jail, Mr. Krager.

I want my reward.

What do you mean, Jesse James?
This isn't Jesse James.

Huh? Who ain't Jesse James?

I ain't.

Jesse James was clean
shaven five minutes ago.

You should know a man can't
grow a beard in five minutes.

Then who are you?

I'm Clint Burns, the best
poker player in Missouri.

Whoever he is, he isn't the man
who bought the Davis farm.

Come on, Sheriff,
let's get out of here.

Say, you ain't goin'
no place, not yet.

- Hey.
- Shut up!

You've caused
enough trouble already.

Besides, I think maybe you're a
material witness, or somethin'.

I knew there wasn't that
much money in the world.

Easy, son,
the sheriff's with him.

Hi, Charlie.

Hello, sheriff.

How's things been goin'?

All right.

Mornin', Ellie.

What brung
you here, sheriff?

I reckon you know, Ellie.

Another cup of your
buttermilk, of course.

- You know a man named Carson?
- No, I never heard of him.

No? Maybe you haven't got
a deed to this place?

You're darned tootin'
I've got a deed.

No, you don't, that's mine.

Sealed and recorded
and I'm hangin' onto it.

Watch out you
don't hang with it.

That was bought with stolen
money. Know who bought it?

Jesse James.
Where is he?

We don't know
nothin' about Jesse James.
Now, you get movin'.

That sure was good
buttermilk, sorta takes a bad
taste out of a man's mouth.

That's the right idee, you got
your deed and you got your guns.

Keep 'em both handy
when that wolf's around.

Bye, Ellie.

What are you yelling about?

You claimed the land
was worth $100 an acre

and that's what you
got paid for it.

You better capture that
bandit, or I'll bring some
people that will.

Yeah? Won't be the first
time that's been tried,

but they ain't never
got Jesse James yet,

and if I was you, I'd be
watchin' that bank of yours.

He may be holdin'
it up right now.

Everything seems to be quiet.

Yep, I reckon it is.

- Where you goin'?
- Goin' to bed.

I wanna look inside to be sure.

What's the matter,
you getting' spooky?

- Sorry, sheriff.
- You have to take that?

There's only one other
like it in the country.

Then you'd better start
lookin' for that other one.

If you two'll just sit tight,
nobody'll get hurt.

We're too late!

When I saw Jesse,
I suspicioned that.

You gonna just stand there?

No. I'm gonna go let that
feller, Clint Burns, out.

Clint Burns?

Oh, yes.

Well, goodnight, sheriff.

I know you can't be
in two places at once,

but I'd a swore you
was Jesse James.

I'll give you more to
swear about if you pull
a trick like this again.

Fine sheriff you are.
You ain't even got a gun.

Hello, Burns.

Why not?

Some nights you'll
be just a gambler,

and other nights you'll
be out makin' every

farmer in this county anxious
to collect that reward.

I'm to do all this burnin'
and shootin' so they'll
get the real Jesse?

Exactly.

So long as the sheriff and
the rest of these yokels

look upon Jesse James
as a plaster saint,
I can never stop him.

But you're the one man
who can change that.

It's a deal.
You furnish the cash and
I'll furnish the trouble.

Oh, that must be
the bank over there.

You'd better go talk to him.

I'll see what the
sheriff has to say about
the famous Jesse James.

A week ago you were
complaining that you
couldn't possibly pay.

Now you walk in with $9,000.

Good money, ain't it?

Can't deny that.

The numbers aren't on
the list. They must've
changed the money.

As usual, pretty smart, huh?

All right, make out the deed.
And what do you want?

You walk in here with your
pockets full of money, too?

Is this the bank
that was robbed?

Any child knows that, but I've
got most of the money back.

That's wonderful,
but how'd you manage to do it?

He's the sixth farmer that's
bought up his farm with the
money that Jesse James stole.

Oh, that's marvelous!

Can you prove it or do
I use the word "alleged?"

Of course I can't prove it.

But Jesse James really is
a Robin Hood, isn't he?

He steals from you so
these poor farmers can
buy the land

that you're trying
to steal from them.

- What do you mean, steal?
- Oh, I beg your pardon.

I mean that "allegedly"
you're trying to steal.

Who are you?

Miss Polly Morgan, star reporter
of the St. Louis Journal.

Of course, it doesn't say
"star" on the card,

but I think it's best
to be modest, don't you?

All right, Jesse James,
we're headin' for the
sheriff's office.

And don't make me put
another notch in my gun.
I've too many there already.

Well, come on.

Come on. I want to see
the sheriff's face when
Burns turns up again.

Much obliged, Bert.

I don't suppose Jesse James
will last very long with
you around, sheriff.

Well, I aim to do my duty,
as I see it.

Straight from St. Louis.
Ain't but one more like it
in the country.

And where's the other one?

Looks like the sort of gun
Jesse James ought to carry.

Oh, you again.

Well, I suppose you think
you've captured Jesse James?

I most certainly have and
he was as big as life.

Isn't there any law
and order in this town?

Go on, get out of here!

Don't talk to the sheriff
that way. We want to get
a story out of him.

He's just mad cause he
didn't capture Jesse himself.

I've known Jesse James
since before he was
born, but...

You have?
Is he really a Robin Hood?

Or a ruthless outlaw
and killer?

Of course he ain't.
He wouldn't hurt a fly,

less it was workin' for the
railroad, but his ain't him.

- It ain't?
- Of course it ain't.

But look...

It looks like him,
but it ain't.

Can I go now?

Yeah, get out and
good riddance to you.

I bet you could give us
a lot of human interest
items about Jesse James.

We'll quote you directly.
Your name will be in
all the papers.

Well, I can tell about
the time Jesse helped me
build my fireplace.

We could really see
that fireplace?

I couldn't leave
here till evenin'.

We could come to dinner.

Well, you see...

Oh, you mean
you're a bachelor?

Well, as a matter of fact, I am,
but strictly by choice
you understand.

Why, of course,
a handsome man like you.

Don't you worry about a thing.

We'll bring the food
and we'll cook it.

We'll see that our readers get
the true story of Jesse James,
and Sheriff Whitaker.

Jesse was only fifteen when
we built this here fireplace,

but he carried them boulders
just like they was pebbles.

You seem to have
been good friends.

You weren't ever a
member of his gang?

Well, at least,
I wasn't sheriff then.

Them ain't bad lookin'
vittles for a couple of city
gals to cook up.

But tell me, how did he happen
to come back here?

I ever tell you how
I learned Jesse James
how to shoot?

- Well, sir, it was...

All right, Stone, git goin'.

Right, Clint.

Rufe, Chuck, come on.

Look around, boys, he must
have some money hid
around here someplace.

Ah, what's your hurry?
Let's tie into some
of this grub first.

Look at that big galoot.

You can't eat my fried chicken.
It's not for the likes of you.

Go on away.

Better get out of here.
We're gonna burn this place.

You can't leave him here!

Just seen some men coming.
Looks like Jesse James.

Let's get out of here.

Oh, he can't make it, Jane!
We'll have to get help.

I don't know why you came
back, but you can't let
a man die that way.

Die? Who's dying?
You mean Gabby's in there?

Yes.

What'd you burn
his house down for

if you were gonna come
back and rescue him?

Me burn Gabby's house?
I helped him build it.

Then you're Jesse James?

I reckon there's
no use denyin' it.

There's another fellow
that looks more like you do
then you do yourself.

- What fella?
- The man who did this.

We thought he was Jesse James,
but I know who he is now,
that gambler, Clint Burns.

How do you know this isn't
Clint Burns or Clint Burns
isn't Jesse?

I mean, he could be Clint Burns
and the other fellow could
be Jesse or... or could he?

If this one's Burns,
he'd have no reason saying
he was Jesse James.

I reckon you're right, ma'am.

I never thought we'd
get a story like this
when we left St. Louis.

- You mean, you're reporters?
- Mm-hm.

Then will you do me a favor
and be quiet about this?

I'll give you the
whole story later.

Right now, I don't want
anyone to know I was here.

But we can't do that, Jane.

What would our editor say
if we held a story because
a bandit asked us to?

Well, what the editor doesn't
know won't hurt him.

We'll hold it until
you give us the word.

Thanks.
He'll be all right.

It'll take more than
a roasting to finish
Gabby Whitaker.

Hey, hey, where am I?

When'd the cloudburst
start, huh?

Where's that false friend?

Where's that Judas?

Why, the dirty low-down...

Now, Sheriff.

It wasn't enough for
Jesse to burn my house
down and leave me to sizzle,

but he had to steal my brand new
pearl-handled gun to boot

and there ain't but one
other like it in the country.

And he's got that one, too.
Doggone his ornery hide.

But he...

He said not to tell anybody.

Who wasn't which?

He just wasn't,
that's all.

Where do we go from here?

You ain't goin' to bed.

This country's
goin' to howl tonight.

Come on.

This Jesse James is a mad dog,

and we demand a lot
more action from you
than we've been getting.

My boy Sam's about dead
with a bullet in his chest.

What've you got
to say, Charlie?

I don't know.

I ain't denyin' Jesse gave me
the money to buy my place

and now, well, I just
can't understand it.

That US Marshal in Altoona
doesn't know the country,
but you do.

It's up to you to get Jesse
or turn in your badge.

I've been out all
night with a posse.

Maybe you think I've been
chasing after butterflies, huh?

That isn't what I mean.

You and Jesse
used to be very close.

If you were to lead him
to think you still feel
kindly toward him...

You suggestin' that
I sneak up on Jesse

with a peace pipe in
one hand and a gun in the other?

Well, I don't do
business that way.

I ain't denyin' the people of
this county deserve protection.

If you folks'll
just leave me be,
I'll see that they get it.

I believe you, sheriff.

I just don't understand it,
that's all.

I didn't know they had
elegant music in Hillman.

Wanna get a sarsaparilla?

We're supposed to
get a local color story.

This is local color, isn't it?
Oh, come on.

Isn't this exciting?

Two sarsaparillas, please.

With Jesse James
terrorizing the county,

I think you could find
something better to do.

And with a lot of
farmers waiting for you
to appeal their case,

I'd think you'd be studying
law instead of cards.

If you don't stop Jesse,
it won't matter if I
appeal the case.

None of my clients will
live to get the benefit of it.

You needn't worry
none about Jesse James.

He's gonna get his comeuppance
no later than tonight.

We've heard that talk before
and Jesse James' still ridin'
high and handsome.

He may be handsome,
but he ain't ridin'.

Steve tells me he's down
with a bullet in his brisket.

- Sure about that?
- Sure, I'm sure.

He's laying in a deserted
house in Long Valley.

Most of his gang's
walked out on him.

Cash me in,
I gotta get goin'.

I'm headin' for Altoony
to pick up that United States
Marshal and his posse.

If you want to see
Jesse in the flesh,

come over to the jail
tomorrow and take a look.

And we thought he
was Jesse's friend.

You suppose he thinks
it was Jesse who burned
his house down?

We've got to tell him.

Oh, Mr. Sheriff.

Oh, it's no use.

We've got to warn Jesse.

We don't even know
where Long Valley is.

We'll find that out
at the livery stable.

I can't grant an extension.

You wouldn't find it any
easier to pay up in 90 days.

You must've learned that
Jesse isn't going to help.

I'll expect you to be off
that farm one week from today.

- Jesse James has been shot.
- You sure?

I heard the sheriff
bragging about it.

He's on his way to Altoona right
now to pick up the marshal.

How many men has
Jesse got with him?

Sheriff claims most of his
gang has left him.

He's hidin' out in
a deserted shack up
in Long Valley.

With that fool sheriff
shootin' off his mouth,

half the town will
know about it by now.

Some friend of Jesse's
will probably warn him.

We can't afford to let
him get away. Get going.

Look, if I kill Jesse
James, I'm out of a job.

You won't need
a job with $10,000.

How do I know
I can collect?

I've got enough
influence to see to that.

I never saw you hurry
after a story so fast before.

You sure this Jesse James is
nothing but a headline to you?

Well, I don't want to see
an innocent man captured.

They said it was a deserted
house, so I'm afraid we're
in the right place.

Do you suppose Jesse's lying
wounded all alone in there?

Gosh, I wish he'd picked
a more cheerful place.

Oh, not that haunted
houses bother me any.

Surround the house so
James can't get away.

I can't understand it.

Doesn't look as if
he's been here.

You can't blame him.
You couldn't keep me here
dead, much less wounded.

Oh! Mr. James.

Don't you even limp?

Huh? Where's...

I don't know how that
story ever got started.

Nobody's ever managed
to put a bullet through
Jesse James yet.

Then why are you here?

It's just as good a hideout as
any. What are you doing here?

We came to warn you.

The sheriff's
bringing a posse

and they're
due here anytime.

Yeah? I reckon I can take
care of anything that fool
sheriff has to offer.

Let's take a look around.

I'm with you, Jesse.

That's Burns's gang.

It's time Gabby and the
Marshal were getting' here.

Wonder what that
buckboard's doin' there?

Maybe Burns figures to carry
you back in it so's to be sure
of collectin' that reward.

We're on time.
Yonder's the James gang.

Fool! I wanted to
sneak up on 'em.

Scatter out and take cover!

That's two of 'em down.

I knew we could
handle that posse
any day of the week.

Looks like the
posse's takin' a lickin'.

If Burns is in that cabin,
I'm gonna make sure he
don't get away.

You better pitch in
and help the posse.

I've never helped a posse
before. I don't hardly
know how to act.

That fool know I got
my pearl-handled gun back?

Jesse, look out!

Why'd you have to go and yell?
You ruined everything.

Shhh!

Thanks.

Let's get out of here!

Did you get Jesse?

Yeah, come on.

That wasn't Burns,
it was Jesse.

How can you be sure?

I don't know.
I can just tell, that's all.

Say, you're not falling for
that Jesse James, are you?

I don't see no wounded man.

Maybe Jesse's
still in the house.

Yep, that's Jesse James,
all right.

But that...

After all the
gunfights he's been in,

you'd never expect a
stray bullet to get him.

Is Krager up yet?

Yes, sir, Mr. Burns.

- Did you get him?
- Sure,

but that fool posse
showed up too soon,

and I can't risk tryin'
to claim the reward.

Why not?

They mistook us
for Jesse's gang and

I had to shoot a couple
of 'em to get away.

That's too bad.

Still, Jesse's dead,
that's the main thing.

Maybe it is to you,
but I'm out $10,000.

Yes, and Hillman isn't a very
healthy place for you now.

One of Jesse's old gang
is apt to spot you anytime.

Better take this
and clear out.

I reckon not.

Now that Jesse's dead,
his gang'll bust up.

Anyway, I like it here.

All right, I'll double it.

You seem to be very
anxious for me to leave.

I just want you to have
enough to make a fresh start
somewhere else.

No, I'm havin' a streak of
luck down at the Double Eagle

and I don't like changing it.
See you later.

Any time you have more
work for me, let me know.

Deliver this note.

Yes, sir.

* High up in the sky

* I see a lonely cloud
that's slowly driftin' by *

* All of heaven is shinin'

* Just for you

* Still upon the hill

* I hear the chirpin'
of a lonely whippoorwill *

* Seems that
everything's pinin' *

* Just for you

* I told my secret
to the stars *

* All aglow,
in the evenin' skies *

* And all the little stars
on high *

* Are winkin', a million eyes

* You can make it true

* This lonely dream of mine
that's shinin' in the blue *

* Can't you hear
my heart callin' *

* Callin' just for you

Well, you seem very
cheerful for a ghost, Jesse.

Now that you've got
your big story about
me getting killed,

I suppose you'll be
headin' back to St. Louis.

Well, I'm afraid I haven't
any excuse to stay, have I?

Would another story do?
Only this one's about
a man named Krager.

Is that why you're
posing as Clint Burns?

Mm-hm. He's smart, but he
must've made a slip somewhere

and I'm gonna
to find out where.

But if Krager should find
out you're not really Burns?

That's what he'll find
out if I don't get back.

Clint Burns is supposed to
be havin' a run of luck.

See you later, Frank.
Goodbye.

- Hello, Sloane.
- Hello.

Is this what you
wanted to see me about?

Yes and no. Now that
Jesse's out of the way,

Clint Burns is beginning
to present a problem.

I have an idea he's getting
too big for his britches.

What's the matter,
won't he leave?

No, he won't take
what I offered him.

And when a man like
Burns gets the idea that
we're afraid of what he knows...

- So?
- Burns is a gambler.

Maybe he's
a crooked gambler.

Now, no one would think
twice about the death
of a crooked gambler.

Who's elected
for the job?

He should be
somebody respectable.

A man they'll believe when
he accuses Burns of cheating.

A man like that
may be hard to find.

Not with you here, Sloane.

- Me?
- Why not?

You've killed your man before.

And it means just as much
to you to get rid of Burns.

But, uh...

I'll tell you
what I have in mind.

Got room for another?

Hello, Mr. Sloane, we don't
see you in here very often.

No, but when we do,
you usually win.

Three sixes.

All blue.

Didn't know a man's luck
could be as bad as this,

if it is just luck.

Mean anything by that, Sloane?

Meanin' that if it's just luck,
it's bound to turn.

I'll wait a while and see.

I'm all in, run 'em.

Kings and queens.

Ten fold.

That last one came
from the bottom, Burns.

I don't understand that.

Clint never saw the day
he could draw like that.

He never saw the day
he'd let a man go

the way he
just had Sloane.

Everybody stay where you are.
Don't make a move.

Now, then, where's the body?

A man couldn't speed up his
draw like that all of a sudden.
You don't suppose...?

I've been
thinkin' the same thing.

There's only one man in this
country could draw that fast.

Yeah.
And maybe he ain't dead.

That's right.
Vern, stay here and
keep your eye on him.

Rufe and I
are gonna see Krager.

You aim to come along?

Do I? You think I'd
miss a thing like this?

I never expected a call
from you, Mr. Burns.

The name's James,
Jesse James.

Jesse James?
What kind of a joke is this?

It ain't no joke.
It's plumb serious.

Then you're not dead?

You're giving yourself up?
Is that what this means?

Why, no, I'm not dead and
I'm not giving myself up.

You see, judge, I might
tell you I'm Jesse James,

but I reckon you'd have
a hard time provin' it.

That's a mighty neat point.

You should have
been a lawyer, Jesse.

But I don't reckon you'd
risk coming here just to
put me in a hole.

Say, judge, what happens when
a lawyer gets paid by the side

he's supposed to be
fightin' against?

I never expected
Jesse James to be
interested in a point of law,

but to answer your question,
that would be collusion.

And ordinarily it would
invalidate the decision. Why?

We've added things up
and the answer is that
Sloane's in with Krager.

Sloane?
You mean Paul Sloane?

We mean exactly that.

Why, Sloane tried
to kill Jesse here,

and who'd be wantin' him
killed but Krager?

You see, Krager
thinks I'm Clint Burns.

He made it very clear that
he wanted to get rid of me.

- Have you any proof?
- Don't need no proof.

I'm the sheriff, ain't I?

And I'm on my way to grab
that Sloane critter right now.

You may not need proof
to arrest a man,

but reversing a
decision is another matter.

Sheriff, I'm going
along with you.

Looks like Burns's old
gang is getting' curious.

I reckon I'd better lead
'em back to the Double
Eagle while you go on.

It's worth the ride
out there anyway.

You're durn
tootin' it is.

You can't get away from us.

We heard about the shootin'.

Ain't you two gone
back to St. Louis yet?

Are you going
to arrest Sloane?

I tried to, but he wasn't home.
I reckon he heard I was comin'.

You're gonna keep
after him, aren't you?

You ain't gonna pry no
information out of me.

There's somethin' up.

Well, what are
we waiting for?

I guess it means another
ride in that buckboard,

but this time,
I'll do the drivin'.

Looks like Balder
and that Gregg feller.

I wonder what
they're doing here.

I don't know.

I was figgerin' on
bargin' right in,

but now I reckon the
situation calls for a
little detectivatin'.

What's this fool story
you're trying to tell me?

That it couldn't be Jesse James.
It must have been Clint Burns

that got killed up there.

Once we got suspicious,
I took a good look at him.

I knew for sure
it wasn't Clint.

No ordinary shot could've
outshot me that way.

I might have known
it was Jesse James.

There's a couple of
fellows peekin' in the window,
looks like the sheriff.

Who was with him?

Appeared mighty like
Judge Rutherford.

Course I couldn't
be sure in the dark.

Rutherford,
you wait here, Mose.

Yes, sir.

Come here, Balder.
I want you to help me with this.

You'd better take
a look at this too.

I want to be sure
I have the facts right.

I've heard all the
evidence of collusion I need.

I wonder what
all that writin's about?

No telling what
Krager's up to.

Look out!

Balder, you come with me.

Gregg, you and Sloane
take the Sandhill road.

That way,
we'll cut 'em off.

Oh, they'll catch
up with 'em, sure.

We've got to get Jesse.

Hang on.

Here come the other ones.

Maybe we can make
it to them rocks.

- Did it get you bad?
- Not so bad I can't fight.

We just came from
Krager's house.

He discovered Gabby and
the Judge and started
shooting at 'em.

They got away
but I'm afraid...

- Where were they goin'?
- To Long Valley.

You're not following
anybody, mister.

Who says I ain't?

With that rock,
they can hold out for a year.

We can't even get
a chance to rush them.

Somebody'll have to
climb that rock above them.

Balder, come here.

Think you can
climb that rock?

Sure, but I'll have to go
around and come up from behind.

Then hurry.

Still all right?

Never felt better in my life.

Come on up, Krager,
what're you afraid of?

Heh! I'd like to see him do it.

We're winnin' this
fight hands down.

Look!
That's Jesse James.

Come on, let's get out of here.

Try to play fast
and loose with me, huh?

You're under arrest!

Whoa!

We want the full
details, sheriff.

Give me my book, Jane.

You're not going?

I don't want to outstay
my welcome with the judge.

You mean you're
leaving for good?

I have a little place back
in Nebraska that kinda
needs tendin' to.

What are the charges,
Sheriff?

Mayhem, assault
with intent to kill,

conspiracy with
intent to defraud and
collusion, by cracky.

Here's all my notes.

Maybe they'll help you
in writing up the story.

Assault, conspiracy,
and collusion, by cracky.

Help me write it?

Well, where are you goin'?

To a little place back
in Nebraska that kinda
needs tending to.

Goodbye, Gabby.

You mean you're goin'
away with Jesse James?

I reckon you're a little,
mixed up, Polly.

Jesse James is dead.