All language subtitles for ding ding

Just getting the feel
of these guns.

Where's the sheriff?

MAN: Sheriff.

What's wrong, Mr. King?

Who's that man?

I don't know.

Hickman.
Morgan Hickman.

Better take his gun.
He's killed someone.

You won't need
to take my gun.

Won't need this
anymore either.

Luke Jameson,
murder and robbery.
$500 reward.

Oh. Bounty hunter.

Yep.

Tracked down Jameson,
he tried to shoot it out.

Fair fight.
You won't find any
bullet holes in his back.

You don't like
outlaws brought in dead?

Our officers of the law
bring in their
prisoners alive.

Your officer of the law
didn't bring in
Jameson at all.

I'm not the law.
I work inside it for money.

Same as you do if you're
in a legal business.

I believe the banking business
is legal. I'm also mayor.

My friends here
are businessmen

except for
Judge Thatcher
and Dr. McCord.

You got a bone to pick
with the freight company,
not with me.

They put a hunk of money
on Jameson's head.

He robbed a freight office,
killed the agent.

Wanted him dead or alive,
which is kind of a hint,
sounds like to me.

We're not here to argue,
Hickman. This is
a law and order town.

Collect your
money and get out.

Suits me fine.
How soon can I collect?

Soon as I can manage it.
I've gotta mail in your claim,

and I can't
take your word
it's Jameson, either.

I wouldn't know him
from Adam.

Well, there's one man
in town who ought to recognize
the corpse. Bart Bogardus.

Jameson's his cousin,
or was.

Get an affidavit
from Bogardus.

I'll have to sign
the claim, so will you.
When will it be ready?

First thing tomorrow morning.

You can unload my
pack horse, Sheriff,

I gotta find me
a place to stay.

I'd like a room.

Haven't got a room.

Maybe you can find me one.

I said I haven't got a room.

Any other hotel in town?

Nope.

Where can I put up
my horses?

Livery barn's that way.
Can't miss it on
your way out of town.

Now, don't be scared.
I'm not going to hurt you.

I'm gonna take you home.
Got a real nice coop.

Howdy.

Howdy.

What are you up to, son?

Catching pigeons.

MAN: Get out of that hayloft!

Ain't I warned you
to keep out of here?

Now, get out of here,
and stay out.

I don't want your
kind around here.

What do you want?

Put up my horses.

You know who I am?

I didn't ask.

Bogardus is the name.
Bart Bogardus.
Jameson was kin of mine.

Well, every family's
got one black sheep,
some of them got two.

Take your horses and get out.

It's your barn.

Hey, mister,
can I ride your horse?

Big enough to get on,
are you?

Better get off, son.
It's gonna be
a long walk back.

I live here.
Where?

Kip, where have you been?
The livery barn.

You promised to
keep out of there.

I ain't afraid.

Well, I am.
Thanks for
fetching him home.

Wouldn't know any place
a man could put up, would you?

You'd have to share
a bedroom with my son.

I don't mind if he don't.
I don't mind. Come on.

More coffee?

If you don't mind.

Get up, Kip.
You've finished.

You live here all alone?

I have my son.

Why don't you
live here with us?
Then I can ride your horse.

Kip.

The fact is,
I would like to
stay a few days,

if your mother'd
put up with me.

She'd be glad.
Wouldn't you, Mom?

If Mr. Hickman wishes
to stay, he can stay.

Do you want to see
my pigeons?

Not tonight, Kip.
Now, don't bother
Mr. Hickman.

I just asked.

Catched them in
the livery barn.

You have enough pigeons.

No, I haven't.
But I'm raising them.

Two's laid eggs already.
Wanna see my pigeons?

Kip, be quiet.

I better take
a look at my horses
before I turn in.

I'll go with you!

I hope you don't mind.

Bet he shows me his pigeons.

Wanna see my pigeons?

Lead the way, captain.

[PIGEONS COOING]

Can you see them?

What are you gonna
do with them?

When I raise enough,

I'm gonna sell them
and buy me a horse,
maybe a dog, too.

Take a long while, won't it?

Yeah, but I'll do it.

Mom.
You go to sleep now.

Nice boy you got.

Well, I hope
he doesn't pester you
with all his talking.

I like kids.

They like you.

I had a boy once.

You lost him?

Him and my wife both.

Same time.

I guess what got
me remembering was

watching you
make your own dress.

I used to sit and watch her
the same way. It was nice.

This isn't mine.
It's for a lady in town.

The way you make
your living?

When I can find the work.

Well, I'm afraid
that's all for tonight.
It's getting late.

Say, am I keeping you up?

Oh, no, no.

I'm going to sleep
out here on the bunk.
You can go to bed anytime.

I don't like to take
your bedroom.

Why don't you let
me bunk out here?

'Cause I'll be up
before you.

You'll need a light
to find your way
in the bedroom.

I'm sorry.
I forgot your name.

Nona Mayfield.

Mayfield?

You heard my name
mentioned in town?

No, but Mayfield.
I mean, your boy
looks part Mexican.

Don't get me wrong.
I got nothing
against Mexicans.

Well, how about Indians?
Kip's father was an Indian.

Very well,
you can move out
in the morning.

There's no use
arguing, Ben.

You told me when
you took that badge

it was gonna be
only temporary.

Look, Millie,
I guess I might
as well tell you.

What I'm hoping for...

Well, if I can show them,
if I can make good...

You'll make good...
In the graveyard.

Which you want, Ben?
Me or that badge?

I can't quit until
they want me to.

I won't be around.

Oh! Well.

Morning, Millie.
What's the trouble?

She wants me to
give up my badge, Doc.
How do you like that?

Millie, that's your
papa's badge.

I'd sure hate to
see it on any man

that didn't keep it clean
and bright like he did.

As for Ben here, young
as he is, he's the only
one we could find.

Would you rather see it
pinned on a man like Bogardus?

I don't care.

I only know there's not
gonna be any tin star in
my life, never.

Where'd you be
if your mama'd said that?

I saw what Mother went
through never knowing
what was gonna happen.

Well, finally
it did happen.

I'm going to be a wife,
not a widow.

I read something once,
sticks in my mind.

"From this nettle danger,
we plucked this flower,
safety."

Your father plucked that
flower for us, Millie.

Folks felt safe to raise their
babies and not be afraid.

But somebody had to walk
through the nettle patch.

Let someone else do it.

So nobody does it.

That's how the wrong men
get hold of things.

Here's a man
walks through
the nettle patch.

Picks all the flowers
for himself.

I have no use
for bounty hunters.

Well, that makes it unanimous.

Miss Parker's father
was sheriff here
for 20 years.

If you find it a little
too chilly in here,
you can wait outside.

I don't mind the chill.
I'm after money.

Oh, that reminds me.
Coroner's certificate.

My formal affidavit
that Jameson died suddenly
but thoroughly of one gunshot.

I'm riding out to
look at a bird's nest.

Abe Pickett's
already got 11 kids,
all girls.

Now his Annie's as big
as a barrel again.

There's the kind of woman,
Millie, to build up
this country.

Stay here, Millie,
and witness our signatures.

My claim ready?

Yeah. You can sign it.

It's no good unless
you sign it, too.

You don't have to tell
me my job. I gotta check it
over first.

I'll just wait,
make sure it's
signed right.

[PEOPLE SHOUTING]

[GUN FIRING]

[GUN FIRING]

Come on,
you sign my claim yet?
You sign it?

It's Bogardus.
He'll kill you.

Let go.

What are you up to, Ben?

Gonna arrest
you, Bogardus.

You're not gonna
arrest nobody.

I gotta do what
the law says.

The law says a man's
got to defend hisself.

You hear me?
That half-breed
had it coming.

Now, that's far enough!
Hold it!

Now, let's talk
this thing over.

I gotta take
your guns first.

First you listen to me.

I drawed in self-defense.
I got witnesses.

But even if I didn't,
no sheriff's gonna
disarm no white man

for shooting a mangy Injun.

You an Injun-lover?

I know what I got to do...
Hold it!

Now, don't try that again.

Go inside,
and I'll buy you a drink,

and we'll talk this over
like two growed-up men.

Hey, witnesses.
Sheriff's trying
to shoot me.

No I wasn't,
I just want your guns,
that's all.

Nobody pulls a gun
without he means to kill.

Everyone in the street
can see what you're up to.

Now, just take it easy,
and I'll go with you.

You made a mistake
pulling that gun
on a man like me.

There was no reason
in the world to do it.

I don't like
having no one
lay a gun on me.

No, sir. Hadn't ought
to done it, Ben.

Why, there ain't a man
in town would lay a finger
on me if I was to...

Excuse me for
butting in, Sheriff,

but you forgot
to sign my claim.

Lock him up.
Give me that hat.

Get going.

Well, I ain't had
a chance to thank you.

Sign my claim.

If it hadn't
been for you, I...

Just looking out
for my reward money is all.

Yeah.

You know, I think
if I'd seen him

pulling that gun
from back of his hat,

I'd have triggered him.
I think I would.

Ben, you almost
got killed.

Would've been
a big mistake.

What'd I do that
was wrong?

Everything.
You let him stop you.

You let him talk, you listened
to what he was saying,

instead of watching
what he was doing,

you pulled your gun
when you didn't have to.

Oh, no. He'd have
pulled his first.

Now, if you walk right up
to a man, chances are,
he won't gunfight.

'Cause at three feet,
he knows he'll get hurt,

maybe killed,
even if he draws first.

Pulling your gun,
you just goaded him
into trying to get you.

Better take off that
tin star and stay alive.

You hear that, Ben?
Look, Millie.
I ain't gonna quit.

[DOOR SLAMMING]

Woman's strongest argument,
bang the door.

She's right, though.

She knows what's wrong
with that badge.

A man pins it on,
he can't take it off.

They'll give you
a nice funeral.

See my claim
gets off, will you?

I wouldn't expect
no bounty hunter
to appreciate this badge.

I wore one a lot longer
than you ever will.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Afternoon, ma'am.

Come in.

I'd like to see
Mr. Hickman.

Come in, Owens.

I'd... I'd like to
talk to you outside.

What's on your mind?

Well, I'd like to
talk to you alone.

Nothing you can say
to me she can't hear.
What is it?

I... I got
a room for you.

I got a room.

Well, I mean I got you
a room at the hotel.

I went to Buck Henderson.
I laid down the law,

and he's giving you
the best place he's got.

I like it here.

Anything else
on your mind?

Well, yes.

Is it true what you told me,
that you used to be
a sheriff like me?

Not like you.

Well, how come you quit?

That's my business.

Look, will you come outside?
It's got nothing
to do with her.

What's wrong
with Morg?

Nothing.

Well?

Well, I'm in trouble.

Bogardus out of jail?

Cleared in court.
Had witnesses.

Give him his guns back?

Best Judge Thatcher could
do was fine him $50
for resisting arrest.

How long you had
that badge?

Since Sheriff Parker
got killed.

Nobody else wanted it, huh?

Yeah. Bogardus.

He wanted it for
a shooting license?

That's how come
he didn't get it.

Town don't want prisoners
brought in dead.

Yeah, I know.
They only want sheriffs
brought in dead.

How come they pick you?

I'm only temporary.

You're more temporary
than you think.

Yeah.

Well, I guess I got
a lot to learn.

You won't have
time to learn.

I would if you'd show me.

Take off that
badge and quit.
I can't do that.

I'll be gone
in a few days.

Well, a few days might
mean the difference.
It might.

No, don't cock
your gun with
the ball of your thumb.

It can slip
in a gunfight.

Hit the hammer
with the whole joint
of your thumb, like this,

and your gun comes out
cocked as you jerk it
for action.

Remember, there's a lot
more to gun fighting than
just shooting at a mark.

You gotta keep cool,
have absolute confidence.
You lack confidence.

That's how you let
Bogardus stop you.

Yeah.

And to have confidence,
you gotta keep a cool head.

Don't take any chances
you don't have to,
but wait,

and end the fight
with one shot.

Wait?

It's that time you wait,
that split second

that means the difference
between missing a man
and killing him.

I don't want
to kill nobody.

Take your guns off.

The law says a man
ain't to be shot

without his chance
to surrender.

Or make his fight.

As long as you're
wearing that badge,
you gotta walk up,

tell them to throw them up
and then watch which way
his hands move.

If they go up, you got
yourself a prisoner.

If they go down,
he's dead, or you are.

A decent man
doesn't wanna kill,
but if you're gonna shoot,

you shoot to kill.

How about hitting him
in the arm?

That hokey-pokey'll
get you killed fast.

I hear a lot of
guys bragging about

shooting a gun out
of somebody's hand.

They're lying.
They shot to kill.

A wounded man
can still kill you.

You did it.
Huh?

With Bogardus,
you hit his gun.

That wasn't my fight.
That was yours.
I could take a chance.

What if you missed?

He would have killed you,
or I'd have had to kill him.

Now, try it again.

The chunk's floated out.

See that snag
sticking up there?

Yeah.

Draw fast, but don't
snapshoot. Take that
extra split second.

If that was a man,
you'd be dead.

I got more shots.

You're dead.
You're not taking
your time.

Well, I'd be dead
if I slowed down.

I didn't say
to slow down.

Be fast when you go
into action, be fast
with your muscles.

But deliberate here.

Take that split second
and pull the trigger once.

That's what counts,
that first shot.

Point it dead center,
and the fight's over.

What, you didn't
expect me to hit it,
did you?

Did you?

Let's see you try.

Well, it's kind of far.

Just a matter of luck.

Who's that?

Howdy, Sheriff.

Howdy.

What are you
shooting at?

Nothing. Just a mark.
Where you going?

Town.
Zeke and me's run
out of groceries.

The McGaffey brothers,
Zeke and Ed.

They got a run-down place
the other side of Red Canyon.

Got some Indian blood,
haven't they?

You notice everything,
don't you?

I notice
you're wearing
your guns too low.

That's the way
Sheriff Parker wore his.

Parker's dead.

How'd he get it?

The stagecoach got held up.

He suspected somebody,
but he wasn't a man to talk.

Well, one day his horse
came in without him,

and they found his body
right here with a rifle
bullet through his head.

Feel better?
Yeah. Wanna see?

Tomorrow.

More to your job
than handling guns.

Things in town
you gotta learn.

This your second
shot of whisky?

I can hold my liquor.

Sure. It gives you
more confidence.

Wrong kind of confidence.

Look, I'd get laughed at
if I took beer.

See anyone laughing at me?
Do as you please.

Whew!

What else have I gotta learn?

Stop acting so mean
and surly all the time.

I know why you do it,
you figure it makes you
seem older and tougher.

Decent people gotta
like a sheriff.

Otherwise they'll be
looking the other way
when he needs them.

MAN: You think I'm cheating?
How's this?

Sit down.
Well, look, I gotta...

Sit down!

[MEN LAUGHING]

First thing you should
have noticed is they
weren't wearing guns.

Learn what to stay out of.

If you gotta step into
a fight, make sure you're
the better man.

MAN: Man, the old lady
pulled out a better fight
than that one.

You ever been up
against a better man?

If you live long enough,
which isn't likely,

you might be
the better man.

I only wanna be good enough
to keep this badge.

Then study men.

Paste this in your hat,
a gun's only a tool.

You can master a gun
if you got the knack.

Harder to learn men.

There's one you're
gonna have to lick
before you're through.

Well, let's
call it a night.

See you in
the morning.

Afraid so.

Thanks, Morg.

I'm not sure I'm
doing you a favor.

What's keeping Morg?

You've been
stalling me for an hour.
Go to bed now.

Can't go to bed
till Morg comes.
It ain't polite.

I don't think he'll mind.

[DOOR OPENS]

Morg! Look, Morg.
I'm a sheriff.

Your shirttail's
kind of hanging out.

Don't I look
like a sheriff?

You look more like
the sheriff than
the sheriff does.

Sheriff, bed. Come on.

Can I ride your
horse tomorrow?

Sure.

I hope I haven't
kept you up.

No, no. I wanted
to talk to you.

I was wrong about
you last night.

You sure?

Well, maybe I was
right last night, but not
today, not now either.

I shouldn't
have gotten mad.

I'm just so used
to everybody
hating Indians.

We're raised that way.

Well, I wasn't.

See, my father was
an Indian agent and he
respected Indians.

He liked them. So did I.

I grew up with some
who were really fine men.

When you grow up hating them,
you don't get rid of it easy.

I know.

They say the only good Indian
is a dead Indian.

When they find one with
a man's pride and courage
to stand up as an equal,

they kill him.

And it isn't called murder.

They've just made
him a good Indian.

And it doesn't even end there.

Not when there's a boy to hate
and a woman to take it out on.

It's Kip I'm thinking of.

He's worth fighting for.

How come you've stayed on
in a town like this?

Because of a friend.
One friend.

Kip was sick when
we got here, and I didn't
have a penny.

The doctor saved him.

Not only that,
he found this place for us

and well,
he even got some of
the ladies in town

who wouldn't speak to me
to let me do their sewing.

That old fellow McCord?

Dr. Joe.

I don't care what
any of them say.

The more they're
against me, the more
I'll stand up for Kip.

Can you understand that?

It's the same with me,
only it's not a boy.

It's something
inside me, pride, maybe.

When they try to run
me out, I gotta stay.

How long will you stay?

Till I'm paid what's owed me.

Maybe it'll make
things worse for you,
my staying here.

You're welcome as
long as you like.

Kip's a lucky boy.

Any of you seen Ben Owens?

There he is,
coming to town
with Morg Hickman.

Thought Ben Owens
had more sense.

He's been out with him
four days running.

Keep an eye on them.
I'll fetch the mayor.

Sheriff. Ben.

I want to see
you a minute.

Wait for me
in my office.

What's the matter, Doc?

Come on inside.
I wanna talk to you.

What happened?

Keep that in
your mouth, Millie.

I told you, Dr. Joe,
I don't want...

You keep that in your mouth.

She's running
a fever.

I was merely
walking by...

Who is the doctor here,
you or me?

Now, you keep that
in your mouth so I can
get a reading.

Know what day
tomorrow is?

Sure. It's your birthday.

Gonna be the biggest
bang-up birthday
you ever had, too.

The whole town's turning out.

You'll see all the kids
you ever delivered,
including me and Millie.

Won't mean a thing
if I don't get my
birthday present.

What's that?

I want you two
to get together.

So, that's what
you're up to.

Now listen, Millie,
you were a sweet little
thing when you were born.

Now, behave yourself.

This big lummox
of a sheriff here
was mean as all get out.

Bit my finger when
I spanked him.

But he's grown up
to be all right.

And I wanna see
you two McCord
babies get married

and raise more babies
like God intended.

Why don't you marry him?

[MUFFLED SPEECH]

You know why,
and so does he.

Why, he can't run away
from responsibility any
more than you can.

[SCOFFS]

Women.
Well, she hates
this badge, Doc.

She wants me to take
it off, and I won't!

Well, you will,
if they take it
away from you.

Whole town's stirred up
about your hanging around
with that Hickman.

Every day you're together.
Nights, too.

I know what I'm doing.

He's a bounty hunter.
You're a sheriff.

He used to be a sheriff.

Who said so?
He did. He told me.

You believe him?

Well, he wouldn't
lie to me, Doc.

Fifty years of my records.
History of the town's
written down here.

Here we are.

I won't read the year
and the date. You know it.

"Heavy snowfall.
Had to go horseback
to get to the Owens' place.

"Delivered Elizabeth Owens
of a healthy eight-and-a-half
pound boy."

Now, I'm going to add
a postscript as follows.

Baby grew up to
be a good sheriff
with one bad fault.

He believes
everything he's told.

You think he lied to me?

Well, let's just say
I'm skeptical.

And Mayor King's no fool.
I want to see you
keep that badge.

Thanks, Doc.

[DOOR CLOSES]

Morg, did you lie to me?

What's that?

You told me
you wore a badge
like this one once.

That's right.
How come you took it off?

None of your business.

I gotta know, Morg.
How come you quit?

I found out I was a fool.

You think I'm a fool?

Any man who wears
that badge is.

I know why you like it.

Everybody slaps
you on the back,

tells you how
important you are.

Decent people look up to you.
They're all your friends.

I've seen it before.

A sheriff I knew
in Kansas years ago
had it bad like you.

Always took his
prisoners alive,
proud of it.

Finally, his wife
had a baby, got sick.

Doctor said they'd die
if they didn't move
to a drier climate.

They had to have $1,000.

So he went to his
friend at the bank,

but seems like money
and friendship didn't mix.

He said he was sorry,
but this was business.

He had to have collateral.
Well, he didn't have
collateral.

Already he owed money,
doctors' bills,

but he had a lot of friends,
businessmen around town.

He figured they'd
put up the collateral.

Same story.

And how'd he pay it back
if he quit and moved west?

What did he do?

Well, there was a man wanted,
big reward, dead or alive.

So he went after him.

Took a long time.

Took him a long
ways from home,
but he tracked him down.

Fellow tried to shoot it out,
so he killed him,

brought him in,
collected the $1,000.

By that time,
his wife and baby had died.

Never had much use for
that tin star after that.

Well, here they come.

Hickman, you're waiting
to collect your reward?

That's right.

We telegraphed
the freight company.

They telegraphed back,
authorized the bank to pay it.

Thanks.

You'll have to sign for it.
Better look it over.

Well, I guess I had
collateral this time.

I'd suggest you leave town.

You couldn't pay me
enough money to stay.

Sheriff, I wanna see you.
We'll call a council meeting
tomorrow.

Tomorrow's McCord Day.

Oh, yes.
Day after tomorrow.

I guess Doc was right.
They're gonna take my badge.

HICKMAN: You're lucky.

Well, I don't care
what they say, I'm gonna
give them a fight.

Thanks for everything, Morg.

You know, you kind of
look like a sheriff.

Sorry I'm gonna miss
that council meeting.

Me, too.

[JIM MARSHALLING HORSES]

Whoa!

Sheriff! Sheriff! Sheriff!

What happened, Jim?

Hold up!
They shot Johnny Biggers.
Get the doctor.

Johnny was riding shotgun.
We got him inside.

MAN 1: They held up the stage.
MAN 2: How is he?

MAN 1: Hurt bad.

WOMAN: I'll go with him.

MAN 3: Come on, folks,
stand back. Give him some air.

Here's Doc Joe.

Want us to get him out, Doc?

No, not yet.

Well...
Well, where'd it happen?

Other side of Abe
Pickett's ranch.

Two men, had their
faces covered.

Johnny shot one of them.
The other one shot Johnny
as we were getting away.

How is he, Doc?

He's dead.

Mighty brave man,
Johnny Biggers.

If I was sheriff,
I'd get two for one.

McCall. Sloan. Hardman.

Three is enough, Ben.

I want one more.

You got one, Sheriff.

Morg.

You lost your sidekick.
Next sheriff's posse,
I'll be the boss.

Ben, three of us is enough.
Four, counting you.

All right, Jim.
Show us that junction.
We'll get started.

Here's the place to
pick up their trail.

One of them was hit
in the right shoulder.

Dropped his gun
when Johnny fired.

Let's go.

[MIMICS GUN FIRING]

Hey, Morg.
Where have you been?
I've been waiting for you.

Oh, I... I had
a little business in town.

What's that?

That little paint horse?
Name's Dinky.

Is he yours?

Yours.

Mine?

Dinky!
Mom, look. I got me a horse.
Look, Ma, I got a real horse!

Kip, you didn't say thanks.

His name's Dinky.
My own horse!
Ain't he a beauty, Mom?

Wait, Kip! Wait!
Kip, you haven't
said thanks.

He didn't even thank you.

He sure did.
Didn't you see his face?

You're too generous.

Don't fool yourself.

A man lives alone like me,
he gets kind of selfish.

If he gives you anything,
you can be sure he's getting
his money's worth.

You wanna give me something,
how about a cup
of that coffee?

All right.

Howdy, Doc.

Howdy, Ben. No luck?

No, not yet.

One of them is hit, though.
We saw some
blood a while back.

Was he wounded bad?

I don't know, Clark said
he got a load of buckshot
in the right shoulder.

Where you going?

Didn't you pass
Abe Pickett?

No, he passed us
going hell for leather.

He rode into town
the same way, said his
Annie's begun to holler.

I know Annie.
Fine dependable woman.
Helped her bring 11 girls.

Always starts to holler
three, four hours
before her time.

That's the kind of wife
to have for a man who lives
way out past nowhere.

You be sure you get back
by tomorrow morning.

No fear. I'm not gonna
miss my birthday party.

See you tomorrow.

See you tomorrow.

Abe.

Abe.

I been asleep?

About two hours.

[BABY CRYING]

Baby. She's here?

Well, I'll read you
the record.

"2:25 a.m. July 16th,
my 75th birthday.

"Delivered Annie Pickett
of a 9-pound boy."

Boy!

"Annie says she will name him
Joseph Jefferson McCord

"after yours truly,
J.J. McCord, M.D."

You sure it ain't
just another girl?

Well, I hope I'm not too old
to know the difference.

You better get in there
and see for yourself.

Annie!

Annie!

Annie.

Annie, honey.

Annie.

[BABY CRYING]

[HORSE NEIGHING]

Well, Bessie,
you're kind of
like Annie Pickett.

World of patience
with us doggone men.

Well, now I'm gonna
get some sleep.

You know the way home
better than I do.

Doc!

Ed McGaffey.

Oh, yeah.

Can you come out
to our place?

Who's sick?

My brother, Zeke.

I'm not sure I know the way.

Just follow me.

[DOG BARKING]

Get away, Spud! Go on!

Come on, get out!

[DOG BARKING]

Well. You're hurt bad.

Tell him how it happened, Ed.

We was hunting deer
back in the canyon.

The buck jumped up,
and Zeke stepped in between

just as I was pulling
the trigger. Sorry, kid.

It was my own fault, Ed.

[CLEARS THROAT]

Hold that lamp closer.

Now, this is gonna hurt, son.

[DOG BARKING]

Well, old girl.
You've had your sleep.
My turn now.

Gonna be a fine day.

McCord Day.
How do you like that?
McCord Day.

Zeke gonna be all right?

He should have
been treated sooner.

Think he knowed?

He knowed the minute
he laid eyes on you.

No, Ed!
Ed, you can't! No, Ed!

Ed! Don't!

Quiet, quiet, everybody!
Dr. Joe's on his way in.

[ALL CHEERING]

Now, remember, folks,
Sergeant Plummer
will blow his bugle

when it's time to start.

The fiddler will
lead the music.
Now, try and keep time.

Sing loud so's
Dr. Joe will hear you!

All right, get ready!
Here he comes!

♪ For he's a jolly good fellow

♪ For he's a jolly good fellow

♪ For he's a jolly good fellow

♪ Which nobody can deny

♪ Which nobody can deny

♪ Which nobody can deny

♪ For he's a jolly good fellow

♪ For he's a jolly good fellow

♪ For he's a jolly good fellow

♪ Which nobody can deny

♪ For he's a jolly good fellow

♪ For he's a jolly good fellow

♪ For he's a jolly good fellow

♪ Which nobody can deny

♪ Which nobody can deny...

[BABY CRYING]

Dr. Joe.

Doc.

MAYOR: Where was he?

BEN: Abe Pickett's.

I guess you'll find it here.
He always wrote
down all his calls.

You see it?

Something else here, too.
Here's what he wrote last.

"Ed McGaffey
stopped me in the dark.
Said his brother was sick.

"Zeke sure was sick.
Gunshot wound,
right shoulder.

"Took out load of buckshot."

Ed McGaffey.

They killed
Jim Biggers, too.

I wanna be
on this posse.

You'll get every
man in town.

Count me in.

MAYOR: All right, Sheriff,
better organize your posse.

You better get home.

We have unquestioned proof
of who killed Dr. Joe.

To make sure of
the immediate capture
of Ed and Zeke McGaffey,

the town council is
putting up rewards.

$1,000 on the head
of each man.

Dead or alive?

We want these
men brought in.

They ain't men.
They're breeds.

That's got nothing
to do with it.

I say they ain't men.

They'll fight
and fight dirty
like all breeds.

If rewards ain't
for dead or alive,
Mr. Mayor,

they'll be bringing
some of us in dead.

All right, dead or alive.
Get your posse together.

[HORSES NEIGHING]

Sheriff! Hey, Sheriff!
Let's get going!

I'll give you
a word of advice.

That's a tough posse
out there, and they're mad,
and there are too many.

You show them who's boss,
or you're in for trouble.

Come on, then.

I never hunt with a pack.

All right, Morg.

If you won't join me,
don't fight me.
You keep out of it.

Your mayor sees it
my way now.

There's a chunk of money
on each man's head.

Dead or alive,
which means dead.

Well, I'm gonna
bring them in alive.

You'll never get near them
with that army outside.

They'll hear you
coming for miles.

BOGARDUS: Sheriff,
let's get going!

Takes one man alone
to do this job.

What are we waiting for?
Come on, men! Let's go!

[MEN MARSHALLING HORSES]

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna give you
your last lesson.

[DOOR SLAMS]

You think you ought
to hunt them alone?

Lot safer than
hunting with a pack.
Fellow could get trampled.

Where's Kip?
Outside.

He wasn't there
when I came in.

He must be.
He wouldn't leave his pony.

The pony wasn't
there, either.

Kip!

Kip!

Kip!

Kip!

Was he here when
the posse come by?

I'm sure he was.

He's playing sheriff again.

He's followed them.
Morg, there'll be shooting.

He'll get hurt.

I'll find him.

His horse is too small
to follow that posse.
I'll catch him.

Get in there!

They're not here!
Not in the barn, either!

Let's burn the place down!

[CATTLE MOOING]

[GUN FIRING]

BOGARDUS: Come on!
Let's get the McGaffeys!
Come on!

[DOG WHIMPERING]

[WHISTLES]

[BARKS]

[KIP WHISTLES]

[DOG BARKING]

Hey, wait for me!

Where's your posse?

I left them, and don't call
them mine. They're all
following Bogardus.

I told you. If the sheriff
don't crack down on
the first man disobeys him,

his posse turns
into a mob.

Well, that's what
it is, a mob.

Thought you was a man
who took his time.

I'm looking for a boy.

Yeah, a couple of them,
name of McGaffey.

Name's Kip. You seen him?

No, I ain't seen him.
I'm warning you, Morg.
I don't want them shot.

They're gonna get
what the law says.

The fair trial.
You lunkhead,

I'll collect those rewards
when I get ready.

Right now, I don't give
three hoots for the McGaffeys
or you either.

I'm looking for a boy.

[KIP WHISTLES]

[HORSE NEIGHING]

Thought you was
looking for a boy.
I am.

I'm tracking two horses,
McGaffeys'.

They're up this canyon.
So is the boy.

I can handle this,
and you can't.
You're gonna stay here.

Am I?

ZEKE: Somebody's
following the dog.

ED: I'll get him
with the rifle.

[GUN FIRING]

You all right?

I was trying to catch me
a dog and was shot at.

Who shot?
I don't know.

Hiding up in the cave.

You take my horse.
You come on the sheriff,
you stay there.

[GUN FIRING]

[GUN FIRING]

Where's the boy?
Holding the horses.

You stay here
and cover me.
No, you don't.

You can't take 'em alive.

I can if you keep out of it.

You'll get yourself killed.

Well, then it will be
your chance.

I guess there's only
one way to teach you.

Go ahead.

Ed!

Ed!

This is Ben Owens.
Can you hear me?

Now, Ed, don't shoot.

I swear both of you are
gonna get a fair trial.

Now, just put down your guns
'cause I'm coming up there.

He shot me.

You just got a new
part in your hair,
that's all.

Bullet bounced off
that thick skull.

Well, he shot me.

You stay here
and cover me.

Wait.

Here. Take it, Morg.

You're the most
pigheaded law mule
I ever run up against.

My name's Hickman, boys.

Lot of money on your heads.
I'll collect it
either way you like.

You ain't collecting nothing.
I got the sheriff.
I'll get you, too.

You didn't get the sheriff.
He's covering me
with his guns below.

He's covering you in hell.
We seen him drop.

Sheriff, throw
a couple of shots!

Not this way,
you might hit a cave rat
or a bounty hunter.

[HORSE NEIGHING]

You're a bad shot, McGaffey,

except when you sneak up
on an unarmed old man.

Better throw out your guns.

[DOG BARKING]

[HORSES NEIGHING]

Let them go through, Sheriff.
Kip will pick them up.

[MCGAFFEYS COUGHING]

If you had as much sense
as your horses,

you'd throw out your guns
and come out.

I gotta get out of here!
I gotta...

Zeke, stay here!

Stay. Stay now!

[COUGHING]

[GUN FIRING]

[ZEKE COUGHING]

Throw out your gun, Zeke.

Well, you took 'em alive.

Yeah.

Go on.

[DOG BARKING]

Kip!

Oh, Kip!

Kip, are you all right?

You're not hurt, are you?

Take them on into town.

Will they let me
keep him?

Sure. He's your dog now.

Gee, what a day!

We catched two outlaws,
me and Morg did.

Did they confess
they killed Dr. Joe?

The older one did.

I hope they get hung.

I kind of feel sorry for
the younger one, Zeke.

I got a hunch he'll get off.
Do some time, is all.

You're not staying
for the trial?

I'll be moving
on come morning.

But you can't.

What about the rewards?

They go to Kip.
To Kip?

Sure. He found them.
That's the hard part.
The rest is easy.

You had the right idea, Kip.
One-man posse.

But you can't do that.
The money's yours.
You just can't.

What are you gonna do
with all that money?

Give it to Mom.

HICKMAN: That's
what I thought.

Won't we never
see you again?

Can't I go with you?

You gotta stay
with your mother.

She don't want to
stay here no more.

[HORSES APPROACHING]

Bogardus.

Looks like there might
be a little trouble
in town tonight.

Ben's got
the McGaffeys locked up.

Yeah. That's just
the trouble.

MAN: Bart!
Hey, Bart!

Hey, Bart, the sheriff's
got the McGaffeys.
Got 'em in jail.

Want something,
Mr. Bogardus?

Gonna have a sociable tonight.
The whole town's invited.

I promised
the McGaffeys a fair trial,
and they're gonna get it.

They sure are.

Got a big white man's
jury here. The verdict's
already in.

I figure Ed McGaffey's
gonna get hung,

but he's gonna get hung
the way the law says.

If you men don't stand up
for law and order now,

it don't mean nothing.
Now, who's coming with me?

[LAUGHING]

Step up to the bar, boys.
The drinks are on me.

He didn't get no place
with them.

He didn't try.

Sheriff! What did
they say?

Sheriff!

How many
volunteered?

Not one.

As an officer of the court,
I have to keep out of it,

but I suggest you all be
sworn in as deputies.

We can't do that.

JUDGE: You're respected,
level-headed men.

Just your presence here
backing up the sheriff
will avert violence.

[DOOR OPENS]

What's going on?

They wanna get
the McGaffeys out of jail
and string 'em up.

You can hold them off?

That's what I'm saying,
Hickman.

The sheriff can use you,
too, as a deputy.

Not me.

MAN 1: We can't mix up
in a thing like this.

MAN 2: We can't stand up
against the whole town.

MAN 3: That's
the sheriff's job.

Why not get the prisoners
out of town?

Yeah. Let's take
'em out the back way.

They got a good
jail in Dry Fork.
Hold them there for trial.

You'll never get
them a mile out of town.
It's murder.

Yes, it is.

Well, then we've
done all we can.

Yeah.

Be sensible, Ben.
Get your prisoners
out of town.

Well, Ben, I guess I'll have
to turn tail and run, too.

I hope you understand why.

Yes, sir, I do.

You're a good sheriff.

I didn't think you'd make it
when you put on that badge.

Know when to give up, Ben.
Don't get hurt. We need you.

[MEN CHATTERING]

Were you ever through
a thing like this?

Yeah?

Try and hold them.

Get a shotgun.
It talks louder to a crowd.

[STAR CLATTERING]

What do I do now?

Wait.

They gotta get wound up first.
Takes time and
plenty of liquor.

A mob's only as
tough as its leader.

You've only got one man
to lick, Bogardus.

[ALL CLAMORING]

[MOB GROWS SILENT]

How come they're
so quiet?

'Cause they're ready.

[TIN RATTLES]

Bring out
your prisoners, Sheriff.
Jury's awaiting.

My prisoners are gonna
be tried fair, Bogardus.

Fair and fast, Sheriff.
The rope's all ready.

You gonna fetch 'em out,
or do we go get 'em?

You're a brave man when
you've got a hundred better
men to back you up.

Why don't you come on
and get 'em by yourself?

Come on, Bogardus!

Well, come on, Bogardus,
you was a whole posse today!

Didn't get no
prisoners, though.

Aren't you man
enough to come on
and get them now?

Come on. What's keeping you?

Put down that gun,
or I'll tear you apart!

You fight with your mouth
and with your hat.

Don't reach no further.
This thing might go off,
both barrels.

Would you hold
this, Sheriff?

I'd like to talk
to Bogardus.

All right, I put down
the shotgun, Bogardus.
Now tear me apart.

What's the matter?
You paralyzed?
Tear me apart!

What do you need?
A little persuasion?

[DOG BARKING]

Come on. Whoo!

[HORSE NEIGHS]

Dinky. Dinky, we're going.
We're going, Dinky.

Morg! You're not
leaving now.

Yep.

Well, what about
the trial?

It'll be a fair trial.
That's what you promised
them, Sheriff.

Well, how about
Kip's reward money?

I'll write you
where to send it.

Morg, don't go.

Stay here and be sheriff.
Let me be your
deputy till I learn.

You got nothing more to learn.
Maybe I learned from you.

A man can't run
away from his job.

Neither can a woman.
Dr. Joe told me.

Doc's right.

I'll find me a town
that needs a sheriff.
You got one here.

You say yes, Millie,
and stop worrying.

I'll worry the rest
of my life.

So long.

Goodbye.
So long.

MAN 1: So long, folks.

MAN 2: Goodbye, Hickman.

MAN 3: So long, Hickman.
Good luck.