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Taking those calves
from Old Man Tuttle
should be easy.

It looks like those raiders
will never stop, Mr. Tuttle.

-Did you recognize any of them?
-Not a one.

-Let's get out of here.
-Oh, what about the cattle?

We'll have to
let 'em go for now.

Well, you know
what to do with those calves.

This will just about
finish Tuttle.

I've got to head back to town.

Lane's called a meeting
for five o'clock.

All right, Judd.
We'll meet you there
when the job's done.

Well, Judd seems to be late.

Perhaps he met
stiffer opposition
than he counted on.

There's no such thing
as stiff opposition

in this part
of Montana Territory, Mr. Lane.

That's right, fellas.

You know, Mr. Lane,
it won't be long

until we hold title
to all the land

in between here and Miles City.
Thousands of acres.

An empire of grazing ground.

I hope you gentlemen are right.

But time's growing short.

Don't worry, it will be.

Mr. Wagner, our recorder here,

And there's plenty of 'em
hanging on the ropes.

And my bank
is giving no more extensions

on any outstanding loans
and mortgages.

And I'm thinking of cutting off
their credit here in the store.

Well, of course, that helps,
but what about Judd and his men?

Their method
should prove effective.

They are very effective, Lane.

They can't take
much more of our punishment.

Poison wells
running off their cattle,

beatin' up their hired hands,

Well, that's excellent.

Well, as secretary
to the territorial commissioner,

it's about time for me
to put a little plan
of my own into operation.

Let's hear it.

Well, I'm leaving town
tomorrow morning.

And after I'm gone, Wagner,

I want you to get out
your tax records.

And then...

Howdy, Will.

I sure did, Tuttle.

And I've just about
made up my mind

to give up and go back East.

-What? We can't do that.
-There's nothing else to do.

Oh, I can't meet
these new tax rates.

Neither can I.
That's the reason I'm here.

We're gonna do
something about it!

You talkin' or shootin'?

Well, maybe
we'll have to do both,
but we'll try talking first.

Get on your horse,
we'll round up
some of the other ranchers.

Enid, did you get
one of those tax notices?

I sure did,
and I don't like it either.

Neither do we.

Well, I'll go with you.

Now, wait a minute now.

- Now, wait a minute.

Now, let me do
the talkin', boys.

Let me do the talkin'.

That could be trouble.

There's Wagner now.

What are you trying to do,
ruin us?

Who told you
to raise the taxes?

What seems to be
the trouble, folks?

I guess you know
what the trouble is, Wagner.

What's the idea
of raising the taxes so high
nobody can meet them?

Don't blame me for that.

The board of selectmen
voted the new rates.

And under the territorial law,

my office is compelled
to collect them.

Why'd they do it?

Yeah, get Caldwell,
he's president of the board.

There's Mr. Caldwell, now.

Ask him to explain it.

There's no law that requires me,
or the rest of the board,

to explain
our administrative actions.

As your representative,
we decided that
the new tax rate was necessary.

Even if our forces
all of us into financial ruin?

That's putting it
rather strongly,
isn't it, Tuttle?

I'd like to know
what's behind all this,
Mr. Caldwell.

You and your political pals
seem to be doing your best

to drive all the ranchers
out of the territory.

Gunfighters run riot,
terrorizing, rustling,
and even murdering.

And you do nothing to stop it.

You must have
a touch of the sun, Miss Enid.

This situation doesn't call
for humor, Caldwell.

It calls for action!

Are you threatening me?

No, I'm asking you
to straighten things out.

Well, there's nothing
I can do about it.

You ranchers will either
pay up or get out.

Well, by gosh,
that's the limit!

It isn't fair, Tuttle,
and I'm for givin' up.

What'll we do, Mr. Tuttle?
I can't hang on much longer.

We've got to hang on.
Our future depends on it.

If we give up now
when the going gets tough,

it only means putting off
the development of the West
that much longer.

Now, you said something, Tuttle,
and I'm for it.

But the future
won't mean much to any of us
if we starve to death.

Well, I don't think
it'll come to that, Enid.

But this is a situation
that we can't handle ourselves,

so I'm gonna get in touch
with some good friends of mine.

They're pretty fair
at solving puzzles.

They'll have to be good
to solve this one.

Well, I have
never yet known them
to miss finding the answers.

I wouldn't do that
if I were you, miss.

And why shouldn't I?
My cattle are thirsty.

Well, they can't drink
until your water tax is paid.

-Water tax?
-Mr. Wagner's orders.

Well, all I know
is me and the boys

were sent out
to collect a water tax.

And to shoot anybody
that touched that barbed wire.

And we don't wanna do that.

Surprising that you don't,
and I'm cutting it.

Hey, you.

Let go of the young lady.

I'm only doing my duty.

You must have a funny
kind of a job then, mister.

You'd better change it.

Why, you...

Get their guns, Bob.

What's goin' on here?

Somebody wired up
the water hole.

And when I want to cut it
so my cattle could drink,

these men stopped me.

I thought
this was all open range.

-It is.
-Well, then what's the big idea?

Now, we're from
the tax collector's office,

and the ranchers
are supposed to pay for water.

Since when?

Open range
means just what it says.

Open to everybody.

You coyotes think
you're gonna line your pockets

at the expense of the ranchers,
you got another thing coming.

Why waste time with him, Ken?

Thanks very much.

I'm glad we happened along
when we did.

I'm Enid Barrett,
owner of the Circle B.

Well, I'm sure glad
to know ya... Enid.

My name is Bob Steele,
and these are my pals...

I'm glad to know you.

-How do you do?
-Howdy, miss.

Uh, seems kinda odd
to see a girl herdin' her stock.

Where are your count hands,
Miss Barrett?

Oh, that's a long story.

Well, we've got
plenty of time to listen.

Ah-ah...
After we watered the cattle.

Give me those wire cutters,
miss.

I'll show you what to do
with this thing.

You always were
a lot of help, Hoot.

Yeah, sure, I am, ain't I?

Hey, did you ever
see those birds before?

No, but I'm gonna see
the one that shot me again.

Well, that was
a neat piece of shootin'.

When my hand gets back in shape,

I'll show him
some neat shootin'.

That is if he's here.
I've got a hunch

him and his pals
will be hightailin' it.

Especially after
we tell Caldwell
what they've done.

What's a matter, Curley?

Oh, some smart aleck
took a shot at me.

-Gun didn't miss, hey?
-No.

It was out near the water hole,
where the Barrett girl
runs her cattle.

-Who was it?
-Search me.
I never seen them before.

Did they follow you
on into town?

Last I know,
there were helping water
the Barrett cattle.

Hm, better take him over
and let the doctor
look at that hand.

You know, Phillips,
it dawns on me

that we selectman
can make laws to suit ourselves,

but we haven't anyone
to enforce them.

-What we need is a marshal.
-Well, we'll get one.

Or... or you plan to use Judd?

No, the ranchers
don't have any respect for Judd.

What we need is a stranger,
you know, quick on the trigger,
hard as nails.

-Well, that looks like
our answer.
-Yeah.

Well, I'm glad to see you.

You are?

Looks like the shoe's
on the other foot now, mister.

It's you're the one
that's gonna do
the gettin' out.

And right now!

Think he can handle the job?

I'm convinced he can.

Stranger, I'd like
to talk to you a minute.

That's right.

You're pretty handy
with your fists.

- Thanks.
- Can you handle your gun,
as well?

Maybe, why?

-I'm willing to listen.
-All right, come on,
and we'll talk it over.

My name is Caldwell,
Roger Caldwell.

I own the bank here,
and I'm president

of the board of selectmen
of this district.

Mr. Phillips and Mr. Wagner
are also members of the board.

How do you do?

Uh, now, what is your deal?

How'd you like to be
marshal of this district?

Who, me?
I'm a stranger here.

I don't know the country
or their people.

Wouldn't a local man
be better?

We have nobody
to fill the job.

You see Mr...
Say, what is your name?

-Maynard.
-You see, Mr. Maynard,

there's two opposing factions
in this district,

and it wouldn't be advisable
to appoint one from either side.

-No?
-The pay's plenty good.

For the right kind of a marshal.

-All right, when do I start?
-Right now.

-I'll put it on.
-Uh, not so fast, uh, marshal...

We gotta make this
sorta look legal,

the village
and all the townspeople
and the citizens.

Oh, yes, forgot that.

Oh, hello, Monte.
Feeling better?

Well, I guess you've met
Mr. Maynard,

but not since he's been
marshal of Big Horn.

-Are you kiddin'?
-No, I'm not kidding.

Murphy, Wilkins, Smith,
come here a minute.

You all saw what happened
in between this gentleman
and Monte.

It's all right with us.

What do we need a marshal for?

We ain't got no law.

Maybe that's because you never
had a marshal.

We're willing,
Mr. Caldwell.

-Sure.
-Sure. Okay.

Well, I guess
you're elected, Maynard.

Congratulations.

Yes, congratulation
and good luck.

Thanks, I'll probably need it.

Now, don't hold a grudge
against the boys.

I think it's
the other way around.

No, I mean about what happened
at the water hole.

They were just
doing their duty.

After all, it's the taxes
that'll pay your salary.

I think it's all
perfectly clear, Mr. Wagner.

Now, if you gentlemen
will pardon me,

I wanna go on
a little sightseeing trip.

The marshal should know
his own territory.

That's all right.

When you get back,
drop in at the bank.

Thanks, I will.

That's about
the most stupid thing
I've ever seen pulled.

-You said it.
-Keep your opinions
to yourselves.

Well, he'll tip off
our hand to the ranchers

as soon as he sees
the cards.

Yeah, well, don't you worry.

I'll hold an ace
or two back myself.

-Phillips?!
- I'm in here.

Whoa.

From what you told us,
those cattle are a lot
better off penned up, miss.

I don't know how to thank you.

We're the ones
who should be thanking you.

It's a real pleasure
to lend a hand to a girl
as attractive as you are.

You know, from the way
you say that speech, Bob,

I rather imagine you've said it
a time or two before.

You've got me all wrong, Enid.

Usually, when I'm around girls
my tongue gets all twisted,

and my knees rattle, and...

Isn't that right, Hoot?

Why sure.

But, you know,
the very first minute I saw you,

I... I knew that this time
it was gonna be different.

You sort of put me
right at ease.

Hey, break it up,
we got company.

Good afternoon, Miss Barrett.

How can it be good
with you around?

Well, that isn't
a very polite way
to greet someone

who's come to do you a favor.

What favor
could you possibly do?

Well, it's like this,
Miss Barrett,

knowing that you
and some of the other ranchers

are unable to pay
your water tax,

I thought maybe I'd take
your cattle off your hands.

I'm prepared to offer you
a fair price for them.

My cattle are not for sale.

Hmm... Without water, well,
you won't have a very long.

Ira Phillips tells me
that feed's gonna be
mighty scarce any day now.

I'll let my cattle die
of thirst, starvation, or both

before I'd sell a single head
to you or your pal.

You won't talk
so high and mighty when you

and some of your fine friends
discover yourselves homeless.

I think you've said enough!

Why, you...
Let me go!

There.

You can watch that
better from here.

I'll just take this, too.

All right, boys,
let's break it up.

Hold it.

As marshal of this district,

I'm arresting you hombres
for trespassing.

What do you mean, trespassing?

Marshal of this district?

I was just appointed.

-Oh.

Did you ask these men
to come on your property,
Miss Barrett?

No, I didn't, Marshal.

Uh, did you ask them to leave?

I didn't get a chance.

You did want them to leave,
didn't you?

Yes, I did.

We came here
on a fair business deal.

Save it for later.

Lock these hombres up, deputies.

Deputies?

I'm appointing you now.

Say, you work mighty fast.

I'll say.

We're throwin' these hombres
in jail, Miss Barrett.

Hey, Caldwell.

You did a smart thing.

That nice, new,
easy to handle marshal

just put Judd and Wade
in the calaboose.

-What are they charged with?
-I don't know.

-But I told you it was stupid.
-Oh, shut up.

Caldwell, do you suppose
you did make a mistake?

Well, I put Maynard in,
and I can take him out.

Well, you better do it.

Now, Will, we've deputized you
as town jailer.

-Mm-hm.
-It's your job
to hold those prisoners.

And you mustn't
let 'em get away

because they're plenty tough.

Now don't you worry
about that, Hooter.

Old Betsy here don't take
arguments from nobody.

-So long, men.

-So long.
-See you later.

So long, Will.

Ken, by making you marshal,

Yeah.

And once we find out
why they're after all that land,

our job is gonna be finished
sooner than we thought.

Yeah, but we must take it
slow and easy.

We'll scare the higher-ups away.

Hold everything.

Here comes trouble.

-Howdy, gentlemen.
-I understand

that you've arrested
two of my employees.

You don't mean to tell me,
Mr. Caldwell,

them men work for you?

And I don't know
what you arrested them for,

but I demand
their immediate release.

They're gonna stay
right in jail

'til they're brought to trial
for, uh...

threatening a woman,

restraint of trade,
blackmail, intimidation,

and trespassing.

When I put a man
in office, Maynard,

I expect some show of gratitude.

Meaning what?

I mean that I'll thank you

to hand back
that badge I gave you.

When I'm put into office,
Mr. Caldwell,

I figure on
finishing out my term.

I'm stayin'
as marshal of Big Horn.

If you don't think I mean it,
meet my deputies,

Hoot Gibson and Bob Steele.

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

After what I've heard
in the last half hour

there's only one explanation.

You ranchers have been subjected
to an unmerciful persecution

for some mighty
important reason.

And that reason is known only
to Caldwell and his gang.

Suppose you're right.

What good will that do us?

Caldwell isn't gonna
let us in on his secret.

I think maybe we'll be able
to find out in spite of him.

No, it'd take too long.

And I can't hold out
only a few more days.

I still think we oughta quit.

This ain't no time
to get cold feet, Mr. Tuttle.

You gotta stick together.

Share and share alike.

And be ready for anything
at a moment's notice.

Do you really think
we have a chance

of finding out
what's behind all this?

We've cracked a lot
tougher cases than this.

I don't see why we can't
wrap this one up

and Caldwell
and his outfit along with it.

That's right

I think we can.

I guess I was wrong when
I said I could handle Maynard.

I'd hate to be around
when Lane hears about it.

Well, he won't be back
from the capital for a while,

so it'll give us
plenty of time

to get rid of Maynard
and his pals.

I don't think we oughta
put that piece of business off.

The longer they're around,
the more chance they have

of finding out
why we want the ranchers
out of the territory.

You keep your shirt on,
we gotta...

What's up, Curley?

The ranchers
are holding a meeting,

and those three galoots
are there.

Maynard, Gibson, Steele?

Well, who else?

I couldn't get close enough
to hear good.

But I've got enough to know
they're egging them on
to put up a fight.

wrapping up Caldwell
and his outfit.

So...

Well, I think we'll just, uh,

spike their little game
before it gets started.

Monte,
you and the rest of the boys
ride out to Tuttle's,

and see that those three
don't leave that meeting alive.

Wagner, get down at the jail.

Will's down there alone,
and just tell him

that you're bailing out
Judd and Wade.

Well, I hope everything
turns out right for us.

So do we.

So long.

Hey! Where are you going?

I'm going to make sure
that Enid gets home all right.

If you need him, Hoot,
I'm perfectly capable
of riding home alone.

Well, I wouldn't think
of letting you do that.

I think you got
something there, Bob.

Meet you in town later.

He's sure got a gift of gab,
ain't he?

With the girls, yes.

There they come.

Why, there's only two of them.

Chips, you cut off,
and see if you can pick up
Steele's trail.

-We can handle them.
-Okay.

Whoa. All right.

Uh-oh. I wonder
where he's going so fast.

Looks like
one of Monte's playmates.

In my language
that spells trouble.

Yeah.

We better not
tangle with 'em, Hoot.

We got more important
things to do.

Yeah. Let's outrun 'em.

All right, come on.

Whoa. Hey, I got an idea.

All right, out with it.
Come on, quick.

All right. Come on! Let's go!

Haste makes waste, boys.

Yeah, and you will be late.

Uh... I think we better
split up here, Ken.

Ah, come on,
let's get our horses.

I better check up on that bird
who was riding to the ranch.

Good idea.

-I'll go on in to town.
-Go ahead.

Ho... ho, ho, ho.

You know, this will be
the first time in a long while

our wood box has been full.

Yeah?

All the work
I've been doing around here

oughta rake me
a chicken dinner...
with dumplings.

And I suppose
hot apple pie to top it off?

Say, that'll be swell.

All right,
I'll go on up to the house

and see what I can do about it.

I'll be there as soon
as I take care of the sty.

That's a bargain.

So you want some of this,
hey, boy?

All right, come on,
right over here.

Hold it, Steele.

We're gonna do
a little ridin'.

Say, what's going on?

-What's he doing here?
-That's what I aim to find out.

Well, that's a fine way
to work up an appetite.

Yeah. I guess I'll have to
postpone that chicken dinner

while I take
this hombre into jail.

-Come on, you.

What's a matter, old man?

Did you pick up a rock there?
Wait a minute.

Wait a minute there, fella.

Hold it, just a minute now.
Hold it.

About to have a look at that,
old man. Hold it, now.

Hold it. Take it easy.

Ah... No wonder you limped.

I'd think you would.

Now...

That feel a little better, huh?

That feel better?

That feel a little better?

I thought it would.

There's one of 'em.

That's a good boy.

This should be easy.

Hey.
Tarzan, let's get out of here.

Go, go.

That got him.
Let's head back.

We heard shooting,
we thought we'd look around.

That was some of Caldwell's men
having target practice on me.

That's Bob.

Look what I caught,
Ken.

I sure must've
scared him speechless

Maybe we can persuade him
to open it

after he's cooled his heels
in a cell for a while.

If I were you, Marshal,
I wouldn't take him into town.

Why that jail's
no more than a cracker box.

You're right about that.

Where would we put him?

Well, there's
an old miner's cabin
up in Bearpaw Canyon.

I could take him up there
and keep an eye on him.

Me and Bob oughta get in town

and find out
what's happened to Hoot.

Yeah, no telling what
kind of a mess he's got into.

Well, get goin', boys.

-Here's his gun.
-Thanks.

See you later, fellas.

Sure hope you can
pull Will through, Doc.

He's doin' us a favor
being the jailer.

I'll do my best.

But when a man
stops three bullets,
it's pretty tough.

Yeah?

Well, it's going to be
a lot tougher
on the men who shot him.

Well, this looks
almost too easy.

What's wrong, Deputy?

Ask Judd.

We was bailed out.

Yeah, but you used bullets
instead of cash.

I'm rearresting you two,

only this time
it's on a new charge:

attempted murder.

Ah, you don't know
what you're talking about.

No use, Judd. Will told me.

Now I know you're lying.

Will's dead and you
can't prove we've done it.

Shut up, you.

Unlucky for you, he isn't dead.

Come on.

Oh...

Help! Help! Help!

Help! Help!

-What's the matter?
-That deputy of yours,

he's wrecking my store.
Stop him!

Hoot, it looks like
you've been busy.

-I'll say.
-Well, sorta.

-What happened, Hoot?
-Ah, Judd and this bird
shot Will

when he wouldn't
let 'em out on bail.

I was just
trying to rearrest him.

Yeah? Where's Judd?

He just got away.

Well, I'll go after him.

Wait a minute, Bob,
we'll take care of that later.

We're taking Wade into custody.

-I'll get our horses.
-All right.

Hey, you're not gonna put him
back in that jail, are you?

No, I'm not gonna trust 'em
to that cracker box.

We're gonna put him
in our own private jail.

Marshal, I demand
that you arrest him

for willful destruction
of property.

Aw, shut up!

We're giving you
one last chance to talk, Wade.

What's Caldwell
and his gang after?

Start talkin'.

- Well--
- Keep your mouth shut.

Silence won't keep you
from hanging, Wade.

Yeah, and when that rope
tightens up around your neck

and starts to choke ya--

You won't be
a very pretty sight.

-Your eyes are bulging out--
-All right. All right.

I'll talk!

I'm gonna save my own skin.

stood a pretty good chance
of becoming a state.

When?

Supposed to come up in Congress
in a couple of weeks.

Then folks are gonna vote on it.

Caldwell figures that...
that when the news is out,

land values will jump sky high.

Oh... so you crooks
could make a fortune.

Yeah.
But I didn't shoot that jailer.

Judd and Wagner did.

Where'd Caldwell
get his information?

One move out of any of you,
and I'll blast ya.

But before I leave here, Wade,
I'm gonna shut your mouth.

Gee, I'm sorry
I took my eyes off of him.

That's all right.

to find out what higher-up
Caldwell's working with.

You're gonna swing for this,
Chips.

-Hm.
-Get the ranchers together

and meet us in town
near Caldwell's bank.

-All right.
-Come on.

You know, Caldwell,
I'm worried.

That marshal's up to something.

Did Judd find
any trace of them?

No, he and the boys
were out all night long looking.

They came in a while ago
and headed for the saloon.

Boy, there's Lane.

We didn't expect you
for some time.

Been riding all night.
I'm dead tired.

-We can't talk here.
-Come on over to Phillip's.

The commissioner got word
from Washington last night.

The Montana statehood question
has been set ahead.

It comes up
before Congress tomorrow.

-Are you sure?
-My information
is always correct, Mr. Wagner.

Don't forget, I'm still
secretary to the commissioner.

Now understand this...

As soon as people
hear about this,

as soon as the news leaks out,

there's gonna be
a stampede into this territory.

People who pay
any price for this land.

Well, what ails you three?

You act as though
you were condemned

instead of men about to become
enormously wealthy.

Well, things haven't been
going any too well.

Well, a tramp cowboy
came into town,

and we thought we could use him.

And he was easy enough to handle

until two of his pals
joined up with him,

and then they stopped
the drive out.

Letting three hoboes
buffalo you.

Well, who are these men?

Where'd they come from?

Here they come now.

Three tramp cowboys, huh?

Don't you know who they are?

Well, they're the Trail Blazers.

Maynard, Gibson and Steele.

Do they know anything
about our deal?

Well, they know plenty.

I sent Judd and his boys
out to get 'em.

When that's done,
we get enough of dynamite

to blow up
every well in the valley.

And that'll drive
the ranchers out quick.

We've gotta get rid
of those guys, now.

Slip out the back way,
and go over to the saloon
and tell Judd not to miss.

Hey...

This town's as quiet
as a graveyard.

Yeah, it's a little
too quiet to suit me.

Oh...

Looks like this is it.

Hope they don't
start any trouble

and we get the ring leaders.

How long before Tuttle
and the ranchers get here?

About ten or 15 minutes.

We'll try to stall his sheep
until we know Tuttle's set.

Keep me covered.
I'm going after Caldwell.

Go ahead.

Hello, Marshal.
Looking for somebody?

Jigs up, Caldwell.
You're under arrest.

I don't think
you could make that stick.

You know, you're not
the Marshal of Big Horn.

If I remember rightly,
I forgot to swear you in.

Yeah, that's right.

You did forget to swear me in.

But I am a marshal.

A United States Marshal.

Oh, hello, Lane.

You mixed up in this?

I always thought
you were a crook.

Now I know it.

Wait a minute,
wait a minute.

I'm still running this deal.

Now don't lose your heads.

Get rid of the horses
so they can't make a getaway.

Now spread out and get 'em!

Well, I'll get Maynard.

I ain't forgot
what he done to my hand.

All right, get goin'.

Have they ever
surrendered peaceful?

We'll have to take 'em.

Any sign of Tuttle yet?

No, and we're plenty
outnumbered.

It's not the first time.

What are we waiting for?

Well, here we go again.

It's Maynard! Get him!

Why, he's throwing dynamite!

Hey, it's Steele!

Get him!

We've gotta get out of here!

Let's get our horses!

Follow me!

All right.
We've had enough.

Hoot, where are you?

Are you all right?

Yeah, I'm all right.

You all right, Hoot?

Sure, I'm all right.

And I'm still all right.