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(soft orchestral music)

(foreboding music)

(intense music)

- Come on!

(soft music)

♪ Oh

♪ Prairie wind

♪ Prairie wind

♪ Be so blowin'

♪ You're my companion while I'm on the trail ♪

♪ You sing so sweetly

♪ To the lonely cowhand

♪ As he's riding along on the old Texas trail ♪

♪ Ooh

♪ Prairie wind

♪ The winter is always to me

♪ Ooh

♪ Prairie wind

♪ To sing your sweet melody

♪ Ooh

♪ Prairie wind

♪ You whisper so softly to me

♪ Ooh

♪ Prairie wind

♪ Keep singing your sweet melody ♪

- How are you feeling?

- All right, I guess, but how did I get here?

- My brother brought you.

He found you out in the desert.

- You've been acting like a loco horse

for two days.

- I'm sorry, I guess I must've been quite a bit of trouble.

- Well, some.

The boys here took care of you though,

didn't you, fellas?

- Well, we weren't much help.

It was Ms. Joan here.

She fed you like you was a baby.

- This is Shorty McDuff and Tin-Cup Callahan.

- Howdy. - Hello.

- I'm Joan Carson. - Carson?

You say your brother found me?

- [Joan] Yes.

- Is his name Sunset Carson?

- [Joan] That's right.

- And lucky thing for you Sunset

was out looking for strays.

Why, he saved your life.

- A life for a life.

That's strange.

- Nah, you ain't quoting right.

It's a tooth for a tooth or something.

- Oh, it's an eye for an eye, Tin-Cup.

- In this case, it's a life.

When I was out of my head, did I talk

about anything special?

- [Shorty] You're talking about your hat,

I mean through your hat mostly.

- Your talk didn't make very much sense.

- Yeah, and you kept mumbling about a letter, too.

- Sure was anxious to hear from somebody.

- Sam Webster's letting me know

when the committee arrives.

- Yes, sir.

- Glad to see you feeling better.

- Thanks.

- This is my brother, Sunset Carson.

Mister?

- I'm the Kansas Kid.

- Kansas, huh?

I figured you must be an easterner

when you drank from that poison spring.

That and your flat shoes.

- How'd you happen to be alone

in the desert without a horse?

- I jumped off a freight.

I thought I was taking a shortcut to the nearest town.

Thought perhaps I could get a job.

- Well there's plenty of work here on the ranch.

- Yeah, we do need some help.

What part of Kansas you come from?

- Green Valley.

Ever been there, Mr. Carson?

- Never been any further east than Wyoming.

- Friend of mine moved out there.

I wonder if you ever met him.

A man named John Ward.

- John Ward?

Sure I know him.

Tall fella looks something like you.

- When did you see him last?

- Three months ago.

Over near Laramie, he was looking for a mine.

Why do you ask?

- Oh, I just thought you might know something about him.

- [Sunset] Dropped out of sight.

I tried to locate him but had to get back to the ranch.

- You said he was a friend of yours?

- A very close friend of mine but he's dead.

- Sorry to hear that.

Taken quit a liking to John,

only knew him a short time.

- The committee's waiting for you, Sunset.

- I'll be right along.

My partner, Sam Webster.

The Kansas Kid.

- Howdy, kid. - Hello.

- It's a committee to look over the plans

for the new school building.

We're badly in need of a school in this district.

Schools and charities will bring prosperity to the west.

- Yeah, and desirable citizens.

The kind that build up a country.

- Well, we'll talk as soon as you're on your feet.

- Yes, we have quite a lot to talk about.

- Sunset has his heart set on childhood education.

He's chairman of the board to raise funds.

- I wouldn't mind going back to school myself

if you were going to be the teacher.

- Are you really worried about a letter?

- Yes I am.

- You could write and give the address

of my brother's ranch.

- I'll have to wait and make up my mind what to do.

Right now I don't know the answer.

- Well we'll discuss it later then.

(soft music)

- Hey, Sunset.

I'll be with you soon as I tell the boys

to take care of Comanche.

That bitter old mustang kicked another (indistinct).

- Well, now take it easy with him.

He'll be a good horse when he's broken in.

- Right.

Hey, Shorty.

You and Tin-Cup come here.

You boys go down and fix up Comanche's broken stall.

- Oh, he'll kick our brains out.

- You ain't got any.

- Ah, come on, Shorty.

What are you afraid of?

I'll watch you.

- Well, it looks like that schoolhouse deal's going through.

- You figuring on letting Sunset build it?

- The kind of men I'm bringing into this district

have already had their schooling.

(men laughing)

But there ain't no harm in letting Sunset raise the money.

- Not if we can get it.

- We will.

You boys know who that tender foot is

that Sunset brought in off the desert?

- Yeah, he's the Kansas Kid.

- The Kansas Kid, my eye.

I've been trying to place him

when I was over in the bunk house.

Then I remembered.

- Well who is he?

- It's Bob Ward.

- You sure?

- I'm dead certain.

You saw Bob's picture.

- Sure, the one the old man had on his desk.

- Right.

I can remember what was written on it.

"To dad, with love and admiration.

Your son, Bob."

- Why do you think the kid showed up here?

- [Male] Reckon he's wise to us.

- I don't know but he ain't staying.

I'm just about ready to finish off Carson

and I'm not having Ward around to make it tough for us.

- We'll get rid of him.

- Wait a minute, boys.

We can't show our hand to Carson.

Murdock, you're foreman of this outfit.

Wait'll I get in the house

and then throw Ward off the ranch.

- I think we can put up a building that size

at a reasonable figure.

- Well I don't know.

The building's too big if you ask me.

We don't have near enough money

or that many children in the whole district.

- Maybe not but more children

will soon fill the empty seats.

This district will grow.

- Yeah, two families came in on the train just last week.

- Well this sounds like a good plan to me

but it's gonna cost a lot.

- Well that's what I say.

Just where do you propose to raise this sum of money?

- I have a list of pledges here.

Mr. Smith gave 300, Mr. Nevens four.

- Well if Nevens giving four, I'll give four.

- Now you're talking, Smith.

Will you match me another hundred too?

- Oh, I don't believe I can.

- Thanks.

McSwinney family, there's 11 of 'em.

- 12.

- Another one already?

They gave $10.

Here's a list of names and pledges

that totals to another couple hundred.

- Well you can't put up a building for this amount.

It's only $1,000.

It ain't near enough.

- My brother forgot to mention

that he's giving a thousand himself.

- It still ain't enough.

I think it's foolish to build

and what about the teachers' pay?

(soft tense music) - Hello, fellas.

- What are you doing on this ranch?

- I don't see that it happens to be any of your business.

- I'm making it my business.

I'm foreman of this outfit

and I don't want you around here,

so get going and keep going.

- I'm not getting off this ranch til I'm good and ready.

- Then I'm throwing you off.

(dramatic music)

(men grunting)

- What's the meaning of this trouble with the kid, Murdock?

- Well, said he was gonna throw me off the ranch.

I don't know why.

- We don't want any saddle bums around here.

- You're not the one that's giving orders.

It's not up to you to say, Murdock.

- Just the same, he's getting off of the ranch.

- You're wrong, you're the one who's getting.

Go pack your saddle.

- Not me, I'm working for Webster, ain't I?

- You heard what Sunset said

and that goes for me too.

I don't like the way you handle things.

You better pull stakes, Murdock.

- Here's a month's pay, now get started.

- Want him jailed?

- No, you're too anxious to put people

in that new jail of yours, sheriff.

Come on, let's finish our little talk.

- That's a good idea.

- What's the idea not backing me up?

- Take it easy, Murdock.

You'll be more valuable away from the ranch.

Sunset's cooked up a little scheme

with the school committee.

Soon as I find out what it is,

I'll get in touch with you.

- I guess I owe you another vote of thanks, Mr. Carson.

- Forget it, kid.

Any friend of John Ward's a friend of mine.

If you'd like to stick around the ranch for a while,

you're welcome.

- It would fit in with my plans.

- Good.

I've got quite a herd of prize horses.

Give you a chance to get acquainted

with some thoroughbreds.

- Just stay away from Comanche.

That horse is a devil.

- Well maybe you'll pick me out a quiet one

while I learn how to ride.

- Well we can start him out on old Poke.

- Old Poke, now that sounds about like my speed.

- What about that other thousand dollars, Sunset?

Still gonna give it?

- That's right, sheriff.

- Well count me in for a thousand.

Have to go 50 50 in everything.

How about you, kid?

- Well I'm sorry but I haven't

got fixed very well financially.

- A school wouldn't do you any good anyhow.

You've got no wife and children, have you?

- Well, no, not yet.

- It's a good thing to be prepared.

You can't ever tell when you'll need a school.

- I still say that it's not enough

to build a good sized chicken coop.

- Well maybe you're right, sheriff,

but I have some plans to raise some additional money.

Ever heard of that Slugger Appolodamus?

- He's a prize fighter, ain't he?

- Yeah, he's been barnstorming around the country.

- What is the prizefighting got to do

with the school anyhow?

- Lot of people will pay good money

to see a prize fight.

Thought about putting on an exhibition bout,

that is if it's agreeable with Sam.

- Oh, why not?

We're partners in everything.

- Good, I remembered you telling me

about your past experience in the ring.

Thought you might box with Slugger.

- I will if Joan will be my second.

- I'll do anything I can to help.

- Fine, I'm expecting Slugger in tomorrow morning.

That'll give you plenty of time to get in shape.

- Where are you going to hold the bout?

- I thought the location of the new school house

would be a good spot.

- Well, we don't take in much money

selling tickets unless we make the admission, say,

50 or 100 dollars.

We wanna take in all the money we can.

- It's a good idea.

We'll ride into town and get some

of the other ranchers together and have 'em spread out

and spread the news.

They're interested in a school as much as we are.

- That's a good idea.

Good enough for me.

(soft music)

- There you are, kid.

Full western outfit.

- Present from Ms. Joan.

By Jiminy, that girl is sure taking care of you.

- Well that's awfully nice of Ms. Carson

but I can't accept them.

- Why not, you wanna be a westerner, don't you?

- Well, yes, but-

- Then quit your griping.

You gotta learn to dress right

if you're gonna learn that a saddle horn

ain't something you blow on.

- Here, let's see how you look in a he man's hat.

- Hey, easy with that hat.

- I wasn't going nowhere with your broken down sky piece.

- Where's Sunset?

- Drove down to the railroad situation.

That fighter's due in on the morning train.

- Speaking of fighters,

we'd better get down to the barn

and find some stuff to build that prize ring out of.

- Yeah, but have you ever seen one of them things?

- No but when Slugger Applebotamus

or whatever his name shows up,

we'll get some pointers from him.

- See you later, kid.

- So long, kid.

(soft uptempo music)

- Hello, Sam.

- Hiya, Sunset.

Doing all right on that drive for the school?

- Yeah and it looks like we'll even

have enough money to pay for the teachers.

- That idea of yours sure put it over.

Folks is all talking about the fight.

- Picking up the fighter this morning.

I hope he's good.

- Looked all right to me.

- You seen him?

- Yeah, train's been in and gone.

Your foreman, Murdock, picked him up

in a buck board.

Said he was taking him out to the ranch.

- I fired Murdock.

- Then something's wrong?

- I don't know but I'm trailing that buck board.

Which way did they go?

- [Sam] Toward Boulder.

- Take care of this horse for me.

- All right.

(foreboding music)

- This is as far as you go.

(gun firing) (suspenseful music)

(guns firing)

- Thanks, mister.

That guy slugged me with a rod

and cracked my wrist.

- It's not broken.

It's pretty badly bruised.

- I don't know why he caught me with a (indistinct).

- He wanted to get even with me.

I'm Sunset Carson.

He was my foreman, I just fired him.

- What's he doing getting back at you?

- Only to stop the bout.

The money was to build a new school.

- Well that dirty palooka.

But maybe I'm lucky.

If you hadn't have stopped him,

I'd be pushing up daisies.

Say, this puts you behind eight ball, don't it?

- Yeah.

We can't keep the money unless we give the ranchers a fight.

Where can I get another fighter?

- Don't ask me.

All the fighters I know are back east.

Say, will you get me some tape and stuff

out of the suitcase to fix up my wrist?

- All right, then we'll ride back

to the ranch and I'll call Doc Morgan.

(soft instrumental music)

♪ Oh, be my blue breeze

♪ A song of love

♪ Out on paradise trail

♪ Every little star smiles down from above us ♪

♪ Out on paradise trail

♪ There'll be a prairie moon to guide us ♪

♪ Romance will always ride beside us ♪

♪ Happiness is waiting at the rainbow's end ♪

♪ Out on paradise trail

♪ There'll be a prairie moon to guide us ♪

♪ Romance will always ride beside us ♪

♪ Happiness is waiting at the rainbow's end ♪

♪ Out on paradise trail

- That's my brother's favorite song.

I hope you like him.

- I heard he has a bad temper.

When he gets mad, he's liable to kill somebody.

- Sunset would never kill anyone.

- Well, I heard different.

- Well you may mean in a gunfight.

- No, I heard he killed a man,

deliberately shot him down.

- That's a lie, who told you?

- My father.

- Well I didn't mean to call your father a liar

but I know there's some mistake.

- Perhaps.

Time will tell.

(man shouting)

- Try to get away from me, will you?

I'll teach you to get away me.

(man shouting)

- Sam Webster, stop that.

My brother won't stand for you whipping Comanche.

(intense music)

- Half of this horse belongs to me.

If I can't break him, I'll break his heart.

(dramatic music)

- What a wallop.

Does that bird know how to throw a punch.

I hope he's the bloke you're expecting me to fight.

- No, that's him on the ground.

Not so fast, you two.

What's the meaning of this?

- Sam was abusing Comanche.

- I wasn't abusing him, Sunset.

I was only breaking him in as any man would do.

- I don't know much about training horses

but it seems to me like whipping him

isn't the right way.

- Different men have different methods

of training horses.

I don't like yours, Sam.

Shorty!

Run into town and get Doc Morgan.

- Yes, sir.

- This is Slugger Appolodamus.

Sister Joan, Kansas Kid, Sam Webster and the boys.

- Howdy. - Howdy.

What happened to your arm?

- Ah, some mug smashed my wrist.

Funny thing for a fighter.

Oh am I sunk.

- That's too bad.

Have any idea who done it?

- Murdock.

- I thought he'd do something to get even with you.

- Say, where'd you learn that right hook?

- Oh, I boxed a little in college.

- Oh, scientific stuff, an amateur.

- Sometimes amateurs can be professionals.

- Listen, lady, I ain't arguing

after seeing that.

That mug hit the canvas.

- Ah, it was just a lucky punch.

- Oh no.

- I'd like to see him try it again.

- Any time.

- Maybe you two would really like to finish the fight.

- After the way he was abusing Comanche,

it'd be a pleasure.

- Well that suits me.

All right boys, step back

and give this tenderfoot room to fall.

- Not here.

Now look, I know you both are good fighters.

How about putting on an exhibition bout for the school?

- Oh, I'd rather not.

After all, I'm not professional.

- Well now's as good a time as any to turn yellow.

We can get another fighter.

One who's more interested in kids than you are.

- That's just the trouble, we can't get another fighter.

So we'll have to call off the school deal.

- Wait.

In that case, I'll fight.

- Good.

- Sure is a wonderful horse.

- Seems to like you.

- I guess that's because I like him.

Say, if I worked here,

maybe I could make enough money to buy Comanche.

- Comanche ain't for sale.

- You've been trying to buy my interest

in that horse, Sam.

You think you're gonna win the fight,

suppose you put the horse up as a prize

to the winner of the battle.

- That suits me, Sunset.

- Good, I know I'll win now.

You'll be mine, pal.

- Don't you think the kid ought

to have some training to get in shape?

- We'll give you that job if you'll take it.

- Count on me.

(uptempo music)

- The Kansas Kid'll be sorry

he ever stepped into the sluggers.

- You ain't been doing any training.

He's liable to knock your block off.

- I don't have to train.

That tenderfoot's so weak,

he'll fall on his face the first time I hit him.

- Well I ain't interested in your personal fight.

How do we get the dinero?

- Sunset's chairman of the board.

I'll see that he takes the money into the bank.

- Yeah, and the sheriff will ride along to guard it.

- Don't you worry about that.

I'll delay the sheriff long enough

for you boys to take over,

and I don't care how bad Carson gets hurt.

- He'll get hurt bad enough, all right.

- After you take care of Sunset,

meet me back at the ranch.

- Sitting like a bump on a log

ain't gonna get you in condition.

- I know, I never used to be so short winded.

- Tin-Cup tells me it was that poison water you drank.

- Yeah, it left me kind of weak.

I'm ready, we'll make it back to the ranch

without another stop. - All right.

(soft uptempo music)

- Hey Shorty, this is still too loose.

- Well come on, we'll tighten it up some more.

- There, by Jiminy.

The way we built this,

anybody can see this exhibition bout.

- Exhibition bout nothing, it's a grudge fight.

Hey Tin-Cup these ropes ought to be low

so when the Kansas Kid hits him,

Webster will sail clear out of the ring.

- Nah, no, Shorty.

They ought to be high like they are

so when he hits him, he'll bounce,

and then he'll bounce back and the guy hits him again.

- Bounce? Bounce, I don't see how he'll bounce.

- Well look, I'll show you.

(playful music)

- Tin-Cup?

Now, you see, you fell out.

- What do you mean I fell? I bounced!

- You fell!

- I bounced! - You fell!

- You saw me bounce off the ropes!

- I'll teach you to argue with me!

- So that's the way you want it, huh?

- That's the way I want it!

(playful music)

- Tin-Cup, Shorty, cut that out!

(indistinct)

- That's what it's gonna be, sherriff.

- That's assault and battery.

I'm locking you two guys up.

- Assault, battery?

- Is that bad?

- About six months I'd say.

- Six months!

- Wait a minute, if you put them in jail,

who's going to finish the ring?

- Yeah, who'll finish the fighting ring?

- Yeah, nobody knows how to build these contraptions but us.

- Well, when I'm gonna get somebody to put in that new jail?

- Oh, if that's all you want, sheriff,

people to put in your jail, why,

we'll get a lot of people to put in your jail.

- Yeah, we get a whole dozen.

- Two dozen!

- Nevermind, after the fight's over,

I'll still have a nice clean cell for you guys.

Now get to work.

Come on, (indistinct).

I said work.

- Keep that left up now, that's it.

Then the left jab.

Keep those hands up high, those hands up high.

That's it, one.

One two, now, that a boy.

That's it.

Up, keep those hands up.

What's the matter?

- I'm all in.

- All in?

You haven't even worked up a sweat.

Say, what's eating you anyway?

- Ah, something about Sunset bothers me.

- Fighters ain't supposed to be bothered

about nothing except winning.

Now, get to work or get your block knocked off.

You wanna win that horse, don't you?

- More than anything I ever wanted in my life.

- All right, then get going.

You're not winning by sitting there.

- Ah, I'm sorry.

I'm tired, honest, Slugger.

You think I'm in shape?

- Oh, I don't know.

You got a few more days to go.

- [Bob] Don't stall me.

- I'm no doctor.

How do you feel?

- My heartbeat's like a trip hammer.

Never used to do that when I boxed in college.

- Maybe we ought to tell Sunset.

- Ah no, I'll be all right, we can't let him down.

- All right, take a break.

- Howdy kid, how you doing?

- Fine.

- We got the fight ring built, Slugger.

The sheriff nearly threw us in jail.

- Did you build it the way I told you to?

- Sure, we built it right.

What do you think we are?

- Well, I don't know.

- Say, do you want a warrants

going out for Murdock's arrest?

- Sheriff would be tickled to lock him up.

He's got a brand new jail with nobody in it.

- No thanks.

I'm not in the habit of running to the cops.

Come on, kid, let's go.

That's it, keep that left up now.

That's it, one, two.

The one, that's it.

Left jab.

That's it.

(uptempo instrumental music) (crowd chattering)

- Hello, Comanche, boy.

After the fight, you're gonna belong to me.

(uptempo instrumental music)

- You figuring on knocking out the Kansas Kid

in the first round?

- No, not till the third or fourth.

Then I'll jolt him one on the heart

and he'll drop like a polished stone.

- Why don't you go for his chin?

- Ah, it takes a man a long time

to recover from that poison spring.

A blow on his heart will knock him loose

from his pins.

Then I'll go to work on the jaw.

- Remember what I said.

Box lower.

Keep that left hand out there.

If he comes after you, keep away from him.

- All right, I won't forget.

- Okay.

(audience applauding)

- All right, be patient, everybody.

The fighters will be here in a few minutes.

In the meantime, Buddy McDowell

and his Rodeo Revelers will entertain us

with, "Listen to the Mockingbird."

- All right, Buddy.

(soft instrumental music)

- I wasn't going to say anything, Sunset,

but it's worrying me.

Kansas has something on his mind.

- He's a strange kid.

Sometimes I can't understand him.

- He said an odd thing about you.

I thought maybe we could clear it up before the fight.

- Maybe we can.

What did he say?

- His father told him that you killed a man.

- Well maybe I have beaten a few men to the draw.

- He didn't mean a fair fight.

He meant murder.

- Murder's a pretty strong charge

to spring against a man.

Been wondering about all those questions

he's been asking me,

but there's no need talking to him about it now

until after the fight.

He's got a tough time ahead.

- Do you think he'll lose?

- Slugger told me he wasn't shaping up the way he should.

Talked to Sam about making it an exhibition bout but-

- He wouldn't agree.

- Sam had his cap set on you till the kid cut him out.

Jealous man's a dangerous man.

- But I've never given him any encouragement.

- Maybe not but he's after the kid's scalp.

- The school means a lot to you, doesn't it?

- That's right.

- Well Kansas means a lot to me.

- Maybe I'd better call off the fight.

- Why don't we tell him about it

and let him decide?

- I'll do that.

(soft instrumental music)

(audience applauding)

Slugger says you're not in shape.

Do you want to postpone the fight?

- You want to? - Yeah.

- Sunset can give the money back.

- No, I've seen some of the youngsters around here

and the school is more important

than what happens to me.

- I've watched Sam train.

Keep away from his right, he's depending on it.

- Thanks for the tip.

(soft uptempo music)

(audience applauding)

- As you all know, this boxing exhibition

is held for a good cause.

In this corner, a friend of Sunset Carson,

the Kansas Kid.

(audience cheering)

And in this corner, Sunset Carson's partner,

Fighting Sam Webster.

(audience applauding)

Well thank you, Sam.

And over there, the beautiful horse Comanche

that goes to the winner.

(audience applauding)

Our worthy sheriff, Fred Norton, will be timekeeper

and I will act as referee.

All right.

Now, keep your punches above the belt.

I want a clean break at all times.

All right, shake hands and when the bell rings,

come out fighting.

(crowd shouting)

(crowd yelling)

(crowd shouting)

(bell ringing)

(audience applauding)

(horse neighing)

- Work on his stomach, keep away from his right.

Get it?

Work on his stomach.

(bell ringing)

(crowd shouting)

- Get up, kid,

get up, two,

get up, three, get up, four,

get up, five, get up, six,

get up, seven, get up, eight, get up, nine.

(bell ringing)

- You nearly got him that time, Sam.

- Ah, that guy's a milk toast.

- I'm gonna stop the fight.

- Nah, nah, Webster got in a lucky punch.

You gotta give me a chance to win.

- All right, but watch his right.

He's depending on it.

- Keep your guard up.

- Another blow like that under his heart

and it'll all be over but the shouting.

I'm gonna knock him out this round.

You boys go for your horses.

I'll meet you back at the ranch later.

(bell ringing)

(crowd jeering)

(crowd shouting)

(horse neighing)

(crowd shouting)

- Come on, kid, get up, come on!

Get up!

- The winner, Sam Webster, gets Comanche!

(crowd booing)

- Are you sure you're all right?

- Yes, but I'm sorry I didn't make a better showing.

- It's all right, kid.

- Much obliged for the horse, Sunset.

I reckon I'll be taking him with me now.

- Well, you won him.

(soft music)

(horse neighing)

- Get down!

I'll teach you to- (horse neighing)

- You'd better let somebody else take him home.

- Yeah, I guess you're right.

- I'll take him.

- I'll ride home with him, Sunset.

- Here.

- Put everything in the buck board.

All right? - Yes, sir.

- Sunset!

Sunset Carson!

I am proud to present a real friend to all of you.

And it isn't necessary for me

to tell you how hard he has worked

to make this drive a success.

And I'm proud to hand to Sunset Carson this satchel

which contains the funds for the construction

of our school house and I might add further

that the school house is to be erected right on this site.

(audience cheering)

- Thank you, Mr. Brown.

Well, folks, I know we'll all be glad to hear

that we've raised enough money

to build and to run the school correctly

for the next couple of years.

(audience cheering)

Thank you.

Mr. Brown.

- Sunset.

I'm sorry about the kid.

- It's all right, Slugger, you did the best you could.

- Hey Sunset.

Better get into town before the bank closes.

- Yeah, I don't wanna be responsible

for this money any longer than I have to.

- Where's Sunset going?

- Well, I suppose he's going to the bank.

- Why, that hard-headed galoot.

He should've waited for me.

- Yeah, you know, it is sort of funny, sheriff,

that he'd be taking all the money

to town without an armed guard.

After all the trouble he went to raising it.

- Uh-huh.

Shorty, Tin-Cup.

Mount up and come on with me.

I'm deputizing.

- [Both] Huh?

- You heard me.

- Who are we going after?

- Sunset Carson.

- [Both] What'd he do?

- Nothing yet, I'm just not taking any chances.

Come on.

- Sunset ain't gonna like this.

(tense music)

- I guess this is goodbye, Comanche.

Sure wish you could go with me.

- Kansas.

Where are you going?

- Back where I came from.

- But you mustn't do that just because you lost the fight.

- Losing a fight isn't the reason.

Here, give this to Sunset.

He'll understand when he reads it.

- Well why can't you wait and talk to him yourself?

- No, I wish things had worked out differently, Joan.

Goodbye.

(intense music continues)

- What's got you so worried, Joan?

- Kansas asked me to give this letter to Sunset

and he left without any explanation.

- Yeah, well there shouldn't be any secrets among partners.

- He said it was personal for Sunset.

- Also concerns me.

I'll take this up with Sunset later.

In the meantime, you'll be safe in there.

Get over to the bunk house.

Come on, get in there.

Get over there.

Sit down.

Put your hands behind this post.

To make sure you don't wander away,

I'll have to tie you up.

(tense music)

- Comanche!

Comanche!

Go get Kansas!

Get Kansas!

- This is where I really get even with that 6'4" Texan.

(gun firing)

- You go back into town and keep your eyes open.

(soft tense music)

- Not so fast, Sunset.

- Look, sheriff, somebody just shot me

and got away with the school money.

We've gotta go after 'em.

- I said not so fast.

Your story sounds fishy.

Webster said it looked kind of funny

you leaving with all that money without waiting for me.

- Webster said that?

- Yeah, Webster's smart.

Why, he was saying just the other day he couldn't understand

why you wanted to raise all that cash.

- So you've got everything figured out.

- You're darn-tooting I have.

Give me your guns.

- Sorry, sheriff.

Fine couple of pals you two turned out to be.

Now throw away them guns.

- Yeah, but he deputized us.

- And these are the guns you gave us for Christmas.

- It's all right, throw 'em away.

Now sheriff, you'll scout around the rocks near here,

you'll probably find the trail

of the man who shot me.

- I ain't going on no wild goose chase.

I know what I'm doing.

You probably scratched yourself

to make your story look real

and I'm still locking you up.

- Riding back into the ranch

and having a talk with Webster.

I got a hunch he didn't throw (indistinct)

on me for nothing.

(intense music)

- Comanche!

Hello Comanche, boy, it's sure good to see you.

Oh, you have a broken rein.

You must've gotten loose.

You'll have to go back, Comanche, you'll have to go back.

- You boys take care of Carson?

- Yeah, I picked him off with a rifle.

- Good, listen to this letter.

It's addressed to Bob Ward.

Dear son, find Sunset Carson, he,

the ink spot, dang, can't read it.

Here's the good part.

Shot me, take him to the sheriff

and open the enclosed envelope.

It's signed dad.

- [Male] What's in the envelope?

- Plenty.

- [Male] How do you figure the letter's gonna help us?

- Well, the letter says Sunset killed Bob's father

and with Carson dead, that kid'll get all the blame.

- The bullheaded sheriff will say the kid's motive

was revenge.

- Yeah, and I saw the kid leave the ranch

which makes it worse for him.

- How about the girl?

- Oh, we'll go down and untie her.

It's only her word against ours as to what happened

and this letter cinches things for us.

(suspenseful music)

That's Sunset!

I thought you told me you knocked him off.

- He must've just been grazed.

- All right men, take cover.

(guns firing) (intense music)

- Look at those men.

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

(guns firing)

- Kansas!

Kansas!

I'm in the bunk house!

(guns firing)

- Not so fast, Webster.

Come down from there.

- Get rid of them guns, Carson.

I'll give you some of the same medicine I gave the kid.

- Suits me.

(intense music)

(water splashing)

- All right, Sunset. Stop moving.

Just wanna make sure all the money's here.

- What's going on here?

- He thinks I had something to do

with stealing the school funds.

- Worse than that.

Read this.

- So this is what you had on your mind.

You're Bob Ward.

- Yeah.

- It says here that I killed your father.

- That's right.

There's another letter there too.

- You know what's in it?

- No.

- Sam Webster tore it open and read it.

- It says to open in front of the sheriff.

- [Sheriff] Go ahead.

- I went with Sam Webster to locate a mine.

Webster was joined by Murdock and Fizer.

Webster shot me.

Three men took my money given to me by Sunset Carson

as a grub stake and left me for dead.

An old Mexican prospector found me.

He couldn't speak English so I'm trying

to make him understand I want him

to mail this letter to my son

so Sunset Carson can help him.

Signed John Ward.

- I'm sorry, Sunset.

I owe you an apology.

- Well I can't say as I blame you

for believing your father.

Well sheriff, at last you've got some prisoners

to put in that new jail of yours.

- Yep, and I'm a putting.

Sam Webster, I'm arresting you for murder.

And you too, Murdock.

Get on your horses.

Move it.

- This letter was dated a week

before Sam Webster entered my ranch.

Looks like he used your father's money

so that makes you half owner, partner.

- How does that sounds to you, pal?

- Sounds okay to me too.

(exuberant orchestral music)