All language subtitles for Tales of Wells Fargo S06E21 - Hometown Doctor

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.