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All right, let's go!

No good saddle tramps.

I've seen trail drovers cut up before,

but not like them.

This town would be a whole lot happier

when they clear out.

Ain't that up to you?

Well, don't get sore, I was just saying...

Well, I didn't mean...

I'll go inside and take are of the bill.

Hey, lady, there's a bird nesting in your hair!

You reckon it's still alive?

Here, stomp on it.

It's flying now.

Drown it, drown it.

Pour that liquor on it, pour that liquor on it.

Hey, you leave her alone!

Go on, Missy, I'll take of these saddle tramps.

Oh you will, huh?

Hey, fellows, what you say I bag this old crow?

Get over there, hurry up.

I told you drovers to stay out of town.

What happened, Joe?

They shot me hand, that's what happened.

You're gonna live. Worse the luck for us.

I need a doctor.

Yeah, well, you ain't gettin' one

'cause Doc Wilson's dead.

Besides you don't need one.

What you need is a few days in the pokey!

What's going on, gentlemen?

Stringer, you're trail boss.

I'm holding you responsible for these jaspers

trying to tree the town.

Sure, sheriff.

Why, if we wasn't so short-handed,

I'd take a meat ax to 'em myself

and give 'em a lesson.

Look at my hand, Stringer, they shot me.

Now saddle up and get back to camp.

I'll settle with all three of you later.

Now, Hardie, you see what that stiff back

abide by the rule attitude's bringing ya?

Stringer's right, Jim.

The only reason this bunch is hanging around

is because you won't pass their cattle.

I've told you what I have to do, Matt.

My job is to accept these cattle

on behalf of the Wells Fargo,

and to pay for them.

But I can't do that until they've been inspected

by a veterinarian.

Which you're responsible for supplying.

Wells Fargo knew three months in advance

that this herd was coming in for shipment.

And I'm gettin' as tired as my drovers of waiting.

Well, I'm afraid you're gonna have to wait

a few more days until a veterinarian can get in here.

Well, what kind of town is this?

No doc, no vet.

Doc Wilson died. He was both.

It's not Hardie's fault he died before he cleared your cattle.

Look, Hardie, you've been out to the herd.

You know there's nothing wrong with those beeves.

I'm gonna tell ya this last time.

Not one steer comes into the pen,

in Gloribee here, until they've been properly

inspected and passed.

One thing to go wrong.

One rotten thing.

Can I help ya, Jethro?

Oh, hello, Jim.

Guess you catched me dead to rights this time, huh?

I don't think it's anything like that.

You've got a lot more use of that wheel now

than Doc Wilson has.

Plain sinful, that's what I am.

Scavenger, that's what you'd call me.

Old buzzard, just picking over the bones.

No, no. No.

Matter of fact, I think Doc would consider it plumb sinful

to let a good wheel like that go to waste.

Let me help ya here.

You know, 40 years ago,

Jim, I promised my woman I'd give her a rig of her own.

I got three wheels already and I got the box made too.

Now you got a fourth.

Compliments of Doc Wilson.

All you need now's a good horse.

Tell ya what you do.

You go out to Haymaker Farm there.

Tell old Jeb to give ya that bay mare

that you euchred me out over in checkers.

No, no, no, no.

I ain't one to take no charity.

But, I'll tell you what I'll do.

I'll play ya for it, fair and square.

Wouldn't do me no good, wouldn't have a chance.

Naw, really old Doc, through,

he's been trying three months

to get Jeb to give ya that mare

just to save on pasture out there.

Doggone it, Jim.

I just don't know what we're gonna do around here

without old Doc.

I don't either, Jethro.

He was a wonderful man.

He must have been coming from visiting you and your missus

when the accident happened.

Oh, no, no, it weren't us.

Me and Martha, we've been terribly busting with health

for over a month a more.

Who could it have been, then?

Wasn't the Petersons.

I saw them in town.

They said he hadn't been out there.

It couldn't have been them sod-busters down the line

with all them kids, because they took off

about a week ago for the potato harvest.

The only ones left is them beef herders

over there in Gull Pass.

When you gonna get rid of them, Jim?

They been giving you a hard time, Jethro?

No, no I ain't lookin' for no fight

with them trail-fevered hard cases

over a few Rhode Island Reds.

But you just look in their stew pot some time when you happen to go by there

and see if that beef mulligan don't look and smell

more like a chicken fricassee.

I might just do that.

Matter of fact, I will do it, Jethro.

Thanks for everything, Jim.

Anyway, so long, Doc.

Thanks for this here old wheel.

Lousy haywire outfit.

If I'd wanted to punch cattle,

I'd joined me a real trail drive.

We ain't gettin' drovers' pay either.

We ain't doin' drovers' work.

All I been doing is diggin' graves

ever since we hit those trail hands.

Look, I didn't like that any more than you did.

What's the matter with that Morrow, anyway?

Springer?

I don't care what he calls himself.

He didn't have to kill that trail boss.

Look, what's done is done.

We have to kill all them trail hands

just 'cause he made us?

Now, look, Ace, I got my belly full of the things that I done

that I don't want to remember

and this is one.

Now you remember this,

you're playing for high stakes

and you better be able to face up and back your play.

All I'm saying is, I don't like what he's makin' us do.

He ain't makin' you do nothin'.

Nothin'!

We all did what we had to do.

We all agreed, nice and proper,

including yourself.

I'm not complaining about that.

You know what's bothering me.

You'll get your split just as soon

as you drive these beeves in the Gloribee pens.

If we don't unload them and get 'em out fast,

there ain't gonna be no money to split.

They're all dying on us.

You're runnin' scared, Ace.

Nobody trusts a man when he's running scared.

Yeah, I guess maybe it's this hand.

It's hurtin' awful bad.

You've had worse scratches than that. What's the matter with you?

That's what I'd like to know.

Maybe I got what they got.

They got the anthrax. You know that.

Yeah, but I've been shoving 'em with this hand,

touching 'em.

So's ever'body else.

There's only one thing wrong with you, you just too blame lazy

to change that dirty bandage.

Yeah, just curious.

Come on, we better finish burning these steers

before somebody else sees 'em.

Morrow didn't have to do that.

He didn't have to kill that old man.

Give me them shoats.

Stop it, both of ya.

There'll be time enough for that after the money's split.

Well, Mr. Hardie.

Change your mind about running these beeves in?

Trying to make up my mind about you.

Reckon you can spell that out?

Wells Fargo's been doing business

with Sam Rogers for many years.

But you're the only one of his drovers

that's ever come in here and caused this town any trouble.

Why what kind of trouble you referring to, Mr. Hardie?

You told me to keep my boys out of Gloribee

and they've been staying out nice and proper.

I think you know what I mean.

The people in this area are friends of mine.

And I have no intentions of standing by

and seeing their women get pushed around.

Or seeing their farms get robbed.

Well, them bitty things on that fire spit

is wild prairie chickens.

- They are, are they? - Uh-huh.

Well, they're the first wild prairie chickens

I've ever seen that had feathers

from a Rhode Island Red come off of them.

You keep rubbing me, Hardie, just keep rubbing me the wrong way.

Will you shut up?

I'm sorry, Mr. Hardie.

The boys are a little edgy from waiting.

Well, they won't have to wait much longer.

We sent for Dr. Quinney.

He'll be in on the next stage.

Well, now, that being the case,

there's no reason for anybody to rub anybody.

Mr. Hardie, you find out whatever my boys done,

stealing, roistering, whatever,

and I'll pay everyone off good and proper

just as soon as we run the herd

into the Gloribee freight pens.

Satisfactory?

We'll see, when the time comes.

Anything else I can help with? Ask away.

There is one more thing.

A few days ago, Doc Wilson's buggy

went over the side of a cliff not far from here.

I was wondering if any of your boys might have seen him.

That the one you mentioned back in town

that doctored horses, people and cattle?

That's right.

What would he be doing out here?

He knew your herd got in.

I thought he might have come out here to take a look at 'em.

Mr. Hardie, if I was within five miles

of that old man, I'd lasso him and hold him here

'til he certified my herd, now wouldn't I?

I suppose you would.

I'm serving notice here and now, Hardie,

you get me vet up here in 24 hours

or I'll spook that herd myself

and run 'em over your town of Gloribee

'til there's nothing but memories standing.

I hope you've got more brains

than to try anything like that.

Who told you to get off that horse?

I feel bad, Mr. Morrow.

You call me Stringer.

Stringer!

Don't you even think my real name

'til we get clear here.

It's my hand.

I ain't been thinkin' so good.

Swole' up so fierce,

that bandage ain't no good.

Better than a noose around your neck.

Tell you what, boy,

that hand feel bad enough to cut off?

- No, sir. - Well, when it does, you got a good excuse

not to pull your time.

Now, git!

Look, Jeremy,

have you ever seen such exquisite perfection?

This whole countryside is just beyond belief.

I've never see anything so breathtaking.

I have.

You.

Thank you, Dr. Wilson.

Patient can't help feeling wonderful,

even if she knows the pill's full of sugar.

How could anything growing wild

be as beautiful as this?

Well, only wild things can survive in a place like this.

It is all wrong, isn't it?

Nothing's wrong.

You're coming back to Gloribee I mean.

Those memories of your father.

I haven't seen my father in 10 years.

Why would his death make a difference?

Well, it's made a difference with us, Jeremy.

Please, please don't close me out.

Oh, now darling,

how could I do a thing like that?

Only I just don't want to burden you

with family skeletons.

But I want to know.

Call it scientific curiosity.

All right.

My father was an absolute failure.

But you told me what a fine doctor he was.

Oh, he had the best education

the medical world could give him,

but he settled for burying himself

in that backwoods town.

And he even failed to make a living practicing medicine.

Darling, I saw all those failures

slowly kill my mother.

All those grinding years of work and poverty

and doing without.

But there must have been something else for her there.

Well, at least that isn't gonna happen to us.

I swear it.

You'll never lead the kind of life she led

because I'll never settle for being second best

in my profession.

Oh, darling, I didn't want to upset you.

Well, at least you know

why I'm not exactly ecstatic about returning to Gloribee.

If those memories hurt you so much

why are you going back at all?

To settle his affairs.

All right, to pay my last respects.

I may have known about his failures

but that doesn't mean I didn't love him.

I wouldn't mind living in Gloribee

or anywhere else

as long as I was near you.

I don't care anything about money.

Well, that's because you've never been without it.

I have.

When we go back to San Francisco,

I swear to you, you'll have everything you want.

All set, Dr. Wilson, the wheel's as good as new.

Gloria, they're waiting.

Gloribee!

Gloribee, folks!

This is it.

Crossroads of the western world.

Watch your step, ma'am.

Our traveling cases, please.

Yes, sir. Now there's fresh spring water,

fresh-hauled inside if you care to splash a bit,

fresh-hauled from them mountains yonder.

We'll wait.

Well, anything you want, just holler.

Our traveling cases.

Oh, oh yes, sure thing.

Well, darling, welcome home.

It's just like you described it.

Now maybe you can appreciate my scientific objectivity.

I'm expecting a message from Sam Rogers, Jeb.

Would you look inside and see if it's there?

I want to talk to Doc Quinney a minute.

Hmm.

Howdy, Mr. Hardie, nice day.

How ya doin', Sid? Where's Doc Quinney?

Well, Jim, I think I can better tell ya where he ain't.

And that's on this stage.

He was supposed to get on at Granite City.

Well, they got charbone down around Massette

and Charlie Ackerman's herd's all full of bloat.

Bad year for cattle business.

Then I take it, he didn't get on.

No, the only doc got on here is Doc Wilson there.

Sure.

You'd be Jeremy.

Well, you probably don't remember me.

Last time I saw you, you weren't no higher than a squirrel gun.

Jim, Jim Hardie.

That's right. How are ya, boy?

May I present my wife, Gloria.

Mr. Hardie.

Oh, I'm so pleased to know ya.

Jeremy's spoken of you so often.

Well, I'm certainly pleased to meet you, ma'am.

Awful sorry about your father, Jeremy.

He'll be a great loss to this town and Wells Fargo.

Used to take care of all of the families

at our way stations.

Did a good job too.

Anyway, everybody's sure proud of you, boy.

Coming back home here to follow in your father's footsteps like ya have.

Well, yes, we're most anxious

to get to my father's house.

Well, I'll take ya over there myself.

Just in case ya forgot where it is.

Where your bags?

Jim!

Excuse me just a minute.

Jim, it come.

That answer from Sam Rogers.

Dear Jim, you scoundrel, what's goin' on?

Ray Stringer, my trail boss, of course,

big, hard, honest and mean.

Mean enough to handle available saddle scum on a drive.

Arriving soon as possible

with more thorough description of him.

And a real thorough description of you.

You mind waiting here and seeing

if Doc Quinney comes in?

And also, keep your eye out for Sam Rogers too.

Sure enough.

Who's that?

It's Doc Wilson, and his wife.

Poor old Doc.

They made him, then they done busted the mold.

Ain't nobody left like him.

I'd give that old Doc the shire off'n my back.

Doc Wilson!

Now there ya are, Mrs. Wilson.

Wasn't always like this.

Doc was getting a little old, about 70 I guess.

73 to be exact.

Well, a woman's touch can set things to order

in a remarkably short time.

Come in, door's open.

It was never locked to anybody.

Smells like a cellar full of vintage memories.

Of course, dear.

That's because the windows are closed.

Just wait til I let in some of the country air.

This furniture's more worn than I thought.

It must be very comfortable.

It's that way all over the house.

Not very much to measure a man's life by.

I wouldn't say that.

Dr. Wilson used this as his waiting room.

He always said that as long as there were children

in the world, he didn't want any furniture

they couldn't walk on with their feet.

What a wonderful philosophy.

Is there something we can do for you?

This is Missy Blake.

She was one of your father's patients.

This is Dr. Wilson's boy, Missy, and his bride.

How do you do?

I'm afraid you misunderstand, Miss Blake.

I'm not here to take over my father's patients.

Oh, that's not why she's here.

She wanted to bid you welcome, personally.

You been waiting long?

Oh.

Missy used to come down here and wait for the doc

just to tell him good morning

when he'd come to work.

She was a singer traveling through the west

and your father took her case

because he was the Wells Fargo doctor.

Did something go wrong with the operation?

No, as a matter of fact, he saved her life.

Missy was a passenger on one of our coaches

that was held up and robbed.

A bullet shattered her throat.

And my father operated?

Yes, and from what I can learn

from the specialists over in San Francisco,

he did a magnificent job.

We paid them $5,000 just to have them tell us

that there was nothing they could do for her.

I want to thank you for coming down, Missy.

If there's anything I can do to help while I'm here...

Oh.

Well, as a matter of fact, she'd like to have you come out and take a look

at the canary she's raising, if you have time.

Jim, I'm a doctor, not an ornithologist.

That's too bad.

Doc Wilson was always busy helping her.

She was raising a new breed of warblers.

Doc said that way, Missy'd be able to go ahead

and give a lot of beautiful music to the world.

It was his idea of total medicine.

Well, I might help with the canaries

if she would consent to let me take a look

at that operation my father did.

I don't think there'll be any problem there.

I forgot to tell you,

that you'll find everything you need

out in the kitchen there.

There'll be plenty of milk, butter and eggs,

hams, pork, cakes, pies.

Doc's patients saw to that.

Oh, well, they don't even know us.

Oh, they knew Doc.

In their way of thinking,

there's nothing too good for, well,

for Doc's boy and his daughter-in-law.

That'll go for as long as you're here.

I hope that's a long time.

Well, that'll be up to Jeremy.

How'd he make out in that school

over in Paris he went to?

He was graduated with honors.

Well, that's good.

Studied with Dr. Pasteur, didn't he?

Yes!

Yes, Jeremy was very interested in Dr. Pasteur's theories

of the cause of diseases.

Well, that figures.

His daddy was always busy trying to find some way

to prevent the spread of these infectious diseases

from animals to human beings.

I had no idea he was so up to date in his thinking.

Oh yeah.

He was up to date all right.

He always said that you're only as far

from the learning centers of the world

as the closest Wells Fargo mail stage.

- I see. - Well, I got to go.

But I hope you and Jeremy will come out to the Haymaker Farm,

let us fix you a meal one night while you're here.

Than you very much, Mr. Hardie.

Good day.

Doggone you, Doc Quinney.

What are doing coming in on that plug?

I've been asking myself that same question

ever since you talked me into taking that monster

instead of my righteous fee.

Jim Hardie said you were supposed to come on the stage.

Eh, you know ridin' in them things

makes me seasick.

Yeah, well, this is an emergency.

You better get out there and certificate them beeves

before a range war starts up.

I was supposed to see Jim.

He told me to tell you what I just told.

And besides, he's too busy playing welcome home

to Doc Wilson's boy.

Finally got here, huh?

And he's a doctor too.

Horses and people, like his dad?

Just people.

Sensible boy.

Whole world's moving toward specialization.

Well, you just specialize yourself out Ridge Road

to Gull Canyon and see the trail boss.

Name's Stringer.

And get a move on.

Well, now there ya are, fellas.

All signed, sealed and delivered.

Much obliged, Doc.

That was right quick.

Well, the fact that they're Sam Roger's beeves

makes a difference.

His boys always run a clean camp

and a careful check.

This man's burning up with a fever.

Doggone him, I told him it would happen

if he didn't keep that wound clean.

Looks like the infection's set in pretty bad.

Ah, if it's a sick horse or an ailing cow,

but I don't know nothing about people.

That's too bad, Doc.

I tell ya what,

there's a new doctor in Gloribee.

I'll get him to come out here.

He don't know nothing about cows, just people.

- All right? - Well, I dunno.

I'd appreciate that, Doc.

In the meantime, we'll do what we can

to make him comfortable.

Now what are we doing now, Stringer?

I say we get rid of him.

Don't be a fool.

Every chance we take increases our risk.

So does every hour.

We're running out of time, Stringer.

We can't move the herd 'til morning anyway.

You mean you're actually going to let that doctor look him over?

Why not? There's nothing else we can do.

Gloria, what on earth are you doing?

Cleaning up, silly.

Again, why?

She must have made this her usual seat.

My mother?

Well, how did you know?

Don't you see why?

She'd want to watch the firelight on your father's face

and be ready for him with a smile

in case he looked up.

Yes, well, I'm afraid I don't remember him

sitting in that chair very often.

Will you do me a favor

and take off that ridiculous dusting cap?

I found it among your mother's things.

Did she looks ridiculous in it?

No, just very tired and worn out from overwork.

Did it ever occur to you

that your mother chose the life she led?

Just as I chose mine with you?

Well, at least there's one saving grace.

I'm going to see to it that you'll never be trapped

in Gloribee.

But I like it here.

I can feel how she felt about it.

The novelty will wear off, I assure you.

Why must you be so bitter?

Because I despise wasting human beings.

Because my father went to the same schools that I did.

Because he was filled with greatness and learning,

learning that he squandered when he ran off

to hide in this backwash.

I'm beginning to wonder, Jeremy,

maybe you're the one who's running away.

Maybe the challenge is here.

Come in, Mr. Hardie.

Good day, Mrs. Wilson.

Look Doc, there's a herd of cattle

right outside of town there.

Vet just came in

and said there's a man out there pretty sick.

Well, I'm sorry, Jim.

Surely you can find somebody else

who can take care of him.

We were all kind of hoping you'd stay

and take over your father's practice.

And waste years of studying in Gloribee?

Do you really feel your father wasted his life?

I'm sorry, Jim.

I'm afraid you wouldn't understand.

No, I think I do, maybe.

Jim.

Why did my father die?

His buggy went over a cliff.

Yes, I know.

But for what reason?

Was it Missy Blake's canaries

that needed his special touch or maybe some farmer's wife

who wanted green sugar-coated pills

instead of brown to feel she was being paid attention?

My husband thinks his father buried himself here.

Please, Gloria, stay out of this.

Jeremy studied very hard, Mr. Hardie.

And he feels that, well, there are many doctors

who can do the work here in Gloribee.

But few have the background to carry on the work he started

before we came here.

I'm sorry, Jim.

There's no need to be sorry.

Certainly, no one can condemn you

for wanting to do better.

And I'm quite sure that in your lifetime

you'll do many great things

that'll not only help the people of Gloribee

but the people of the world as well.

But you look on your father as being unsuccessful.

Maybe in the eyes of the medical world,

he didn't achieve the things

that he possibly could have.

But let me tell you something, boy.

When it came to being a human being,

he was the most successful man I've ever known.

Now you wonder why he died.

Well, so do I.

Because I don't think he just died, I think he was killed.

Killed?

I don't understand.

I'm afraid I don't either.

There's not a person in this town

that would have laid a hand on your father

in an unkind way.

Yet, I can't believe that buggy just went

over that embankment by itself.

I think it was pushed.

There was no reason for an accident.

It was solid up there.

Well, maybe it was his heart.

I can't believe that either.

That horse would have come home by himself.

Why?

Why on Earth would anyone want to kill him?

I don't know.

And I might as well say this:

I haven't told anyone else in town how I feel

but I think you have a right to know.

Well, where was he going when he died?

That herd moved in outside of town.

Trail boss came in here to get your father

to go out and inspect the cattle.

A little while later, the trail boss came back

said you father never arrived.

We went out to look for him,

that's when we found him.

Well, would this trail boss have any reason to lie?

I don't know that either.

But I know we've got a legitimate excuse

to go out there

if you want to examine that cowboy that's sick.

I'll get my bag.

Thank you very much, Jim.

Stringer, I don't like it.

You can leave anytime you want.

Mr. Hardie.

Stringer, this is Dr. Wilson.

Where's the sick man?

How long you been feeling this way?

Day, maybe two.

I got it bad huh?

Got what bad?

You not gonna cut my hand?

Now you don't catch me telling you

how to punch cattle, do ya?

No, sir.

Well, then don't let me catch you

telling me how to doctor.

Yes, sir.

Jim, dig out a bandage and that tin of salve, will you?

He's got a very high fever, gland involvement

and this.

What do you think?

Anthrax.

Are you sure?

You asked me what I thought, didn't you?

Could have contracted it from the cattle.

Well, if those cattle have got it,

they're burying them faster than we can catch 'em at it.

Maybe not fast enough for my father.

Let's suppose he found out.

Those cattle have been certified healthy by Dr. Quinney

which means they can bring them in to the Gloribee pens tomorrow.

And that could infect the whole town.

There is one other way.

What is it?

There's a pretty good microscope back at the house.

If I work all night on smears

from some of the animals,

I could identify the bacillus by morning.

You know what we're letting ourselves in for?

Yeah.

I think I'm beginning to understand

a few of the things I've seen happen around here now.

Could be they killed my father.

We'll have to be sure about that.

Let's get some of those blood samples.

You're getting to sound more like your Pappy ever' minute.

- How's the patient? - Sick.

I want him bathed with cold compresses constantly

until that fever goes down

and change the bandage regularly.

Sure thing, Doc.

I'll be back to see him in two or three days.

Sorry, Doc, but we won't be here that long.

I think you will.

Now, gentlemen, we're wasting time.

I'll need a couple of your men

to help me get blood samples from your cattle.

Look here, Hardie, I got certification from your vet good and proper.

And I'm moving that herd first thing in the morning.

You're not moving that herd anywhere

'til I tell ya to.

Stay right where you are.

Red, and you, help the doc get what he wants.

Cross, you heard the doctor.

Get that bucket of water over to the patient

and see that he's all right.

If it's all right with Mr. Hardie.

Pots still brewing.

Care to put your hand around a cup?

I'll go help the doc.

Ace, Ace.

You tell them anything?

You ain't gonna move us out, are ya, Cross?

The doc, I need him bad

or I'll lose this poor old hand.

You don't keep your mouth shut, it won't be your hand,

it'll be your neck.

Get out to the men and make sure everything's set.

I want that herd on their feet

and ready to move at daylight.

Those beeves are going into Gloribee tomorrow

one way or another.

Jim Hardie!

Jim!

Jim, I've been looking for you.

How are ya, Sam?

Sheriff, this is Sam Rogers,

the man that owns that herd of beef in question.

What question?

Jim, I've been shipping cattle

for over 30 years and nobody's ever stopped me.

Now my trail boss should have been paid off three days ago.

Will somebody please tell me what's going on around here?

Well, it's hard to know where to begin, Mr. Rogers.

Those drovers of yours tried to tree the town.

We've been threatened by your trail boss.

There's maybe even a killing.

Oh, that's impossible.

Stringer's the best trail boss I ever had.

Tough, yes, but he's straight, straight as an arrow!

The main thing right now is, Sam, that

well, we might be dealing with anthrax.

My beef?

Yeah, we don't know for sure.

But that's the reason for the hold up.

You mean I might lose my whole herd?

No, I don't think so.

We can go out there, we'll cull out the sick ones

and then pasture the rest 'til we know they're safe.

Excuse me, just a minute.

- Did you find out? - It's anthrax.

Well, there's your answer.

It seems pretty certain they killed my father because he found out.

I'm gonna go with ya, Jim.

No you're not.

We both got a job to do.

This is mine.

Jim, he's going to stay.

I can finish what I started in San Francisco right here.

Welcome home, both of ya.

All right, let's get down there and move 'em out.

Hold it!

Red, you and Lynn take cover.

Cross, you stay here.

What's this all about?

Your herd's staying put.

Nobody's stopping me from moving this herd.

There's too big of an investment here.

Nobody's got any money invested in that herd except me!

Where's Stringer?

That man says he's Stringer.

What are you talking about, Hardie?

That's not Stringer.

Get out there and see if you can turn them.

They're heading for town!

To get that herd away from the real Stringer,

you'd a had to kill him.

You probably killed Doc Wilson too.

You can only get hung once.

If ever I've seen a man who deserves to hang,

you're one.