Original subtitles

California, we'll camp here.

All right, Hoppy, I'll tell the boys.

All right, boys. We'll call a day.

Is that good news? My stomach's been arguing with me for hours.

Mine too.

You young boys always yelling for your nursing bottle.

We're still growing, aren't we?

You wouldn't understand that. You're all through.

You stopped sprouting years ago.

I stopped sprouting. I ain't growing.

Why you young...

That young told me off.

They're pitching camp.

This is our chance.

Ready?

Pretty soon I'll eat the harness right off of them horses.

Or the horses.

So it's us young men who are always yelling for our nursing bottles.

A man's got to eat, ain't he?

Where's Bud?

What's the matter with him?

I don't know, Hoppy.

He sure seems down in the dumps.

He's been mighty short of conversation lately.

What's the matter? You look like you lost your best friend.

I've been thinking about tomorrow, Hoppy.

After we drive the herd into the pens at the railroad yard, my job will be over.

So that's what's worrying you.

Yeah, I've been mighty happy at the Bar 20.

It's generally pretty quiet around for the next roundup time.

I know, but won't you let me stay on?

I don't care about wages. I'll work for my keep.

I was kicked around plenty until you took me in.

Your ranch has sort of become home to me.

I hate to think of leaving.

I think we can figure something out.

- Hoppy! - All right, kid.

You three go back to the chuck wagon and fill up.

I'll get down the riverbed and stand guard.

We're still in the edge of bad land.

- I'll do it. - All right.

You got him alone.

Sounds like Bud might be in some trouble.

Come on!

Let's get back to camp.

I guess we all better stand guard.

Them rustlers is apt to try it again.

I don't think they were rustlers.

You mean them bushwackers was aiming to cut the kid down?

Looks that way. I don' think two lone rustlers would tackle that size.

That's what I was thinking, Hoppy.

Do you have any enemies you know of?

No.

Get back to camp. You're too good a target out here.

We'll stay here and stand guard.

So long, dogies, don't you cry

You'll be some juicy t-bone, bye bye

Come on, get the other boys and finish loading.

We'll go to the bank.

Brad Wilson!

Well, I see old Stevens is still here.

Yeah.

Last chance to get it!

What's he selling?

That's a town postmaster. He's trying to get ride of some unclaimed letters.

Yeah, every time that mail comes to town, he starts yelling.

- Hi. - Howdy, Hoppy!

These concerned unclaimed letters are pouring in.

I'm going to the hall.

Bud Lawton!

Hey, did you say Bud Lawton?

I sure did.

I'll be an awful shock to you. You got a customer.

Good for me.

Here he is, right here.

Here it is.

And by the mess of writing on it,

it's been following you from a long time.

What is it, kid?

From a lawyer in my hometown.

Bad news?

My dad's dead.

Oh, that's too bad.

See, I left home when I was old enough to mount a horse.

I couldn't see things my dad's way.

Now I wish I...

Where is your home?

In the Poncho District.

At Diamond Hitch.

Diamond Hitch?

I've heard of that spread.

Must be a buffer.

It's one of the biggest in the section.

You're going to have your hands full from now on.

I know it's a crazy thing to ask but...

- Well... - Go ahead. You're my friend.

Yeah, I know. That's why I was going to ask you.

Maybe you three would come along with me.

I'd like to, but we got to think about the Bar 20.

It would just be long enough to help me get things started.

There's only my sister there now.

Sister?

We can't let Bud down.

It's only right to help out a pal.

Help out a pal?

Maybe we can figure out something.

We'll talk it over after I pay off the board.

Pardon me. Is there a lawyer in town?

Sure. Right there on the corner.

Thank you.

Come in.

How are you?

What do you want?

I'd like to have a partnership agreement drawn up.

- Sit down. - Thank you.

- Nice day, huh? - All fine.

Where is that pen?

- It's behind your ear. - I know it is.

Now, what name do you want written down here?

Hopalong Cassidy, California Carlson, Jimmy Rogers and Bud Lawton.

And all the share equally and two thirds of the Diamond Hitch ranch in Poncho County.

Wait a minute. Slow.

Hopalong Cassidy.

Hopalong

Cassidy.

Well, seeing that you're sober and apparently in your right senses,

I'd say that you were being pretty generous.

These fellas must be good friends of yours.

Three of the very best.

Yeah, well, sign here.

Where are the other fellas?

I'll go right them up.

All right.

Keep moving, buddy.

What's the matter?

Just keep walking.

You felt are a bit previous. I haven't paid off yet.

What is this?

We're going to find Bud.

Here!

Somebody get a doctor, quick.

Bud.

Bud.

Hoppy!

Bud, who got you?

I don't know, Hoppy.

Strangers.

One of them is left handed.

Who would want to kill that boy? He never hurt nobody.

That's too bad.

It's a good thing he signed them papers.

What papers you're talking about?

Do you three fellas happen to go with the names of...

Hopalong Cassidy, California Carson and Jimmy Rogers?

That's right.

Jake Griffin is my name. I'm the lawyer here in town.

I wish you fellas to come over to my office.

Where is your office?

It's just around the corner over there.

- We'll be over later. - Thank you.

Come in.

You want to see us about something?

The boy had me draw that up before he was shot.

Bud's giving us a two thirds of his ranch.

He has?

Here you are. Sign it.

We can't do that, Hoppy. We can't take it from Bud.

No, that wouldn't be right.

Ordinarily we wouldn't, but there's a special reason why we're going to.

Special reason?

Here.

After I have this recorded, where do you want it sent?

Address it to Hopalong Cassidy and mail it to Poncho.

Poncho?

I got some unfinished business to take care of.

We ain't leaving till we get the skunks that got Bud.

You won't find them here.

You think that agreement had something to do with it?

I don't know yet.

But I got an idea. The hunting will be better in Poncho.

- Thank you. - Yes, it's all right.

- Bye. - Goodbye.

Me too. Thank you.

Thank you.

Well, so long, boys.

So long, Hoppy.

What do you mean, so long?

I said I had some unfinished business to take care of over in Poncho.

You better get back to Bar 20 and look after things.

Hoppy, you forget that Bud was our pal too.

You can't ride around that, Hoppy.

No, you can't.

It looks like me and California will have to go alone then.

Right, let's go, Jimmy.

Wait a minute.

You're ganging up on me, huh?

That's the way she stands.

All right, you're two rebels. Come on.

No slip up of any kind you sure have left.

You can lay all your bets on it, boss.

His three friends cramped their style of it the first time.

But we finished a job in town for certain.

There's no kickback from those three friends you speak of.

No, they're past history.

The kid just worked for them.

They forgot about him and the minute he was planted.

Alright. Now, one last word.

Remember, all of you, we're playing for big stakes.

Mighty big stakes.

An empire of cattle and land.

The Diamond Hitch's not only the key ranch,

it controls the water privileges of the entire district.

Once I take over, I'm clapping down, no more free water.

The other ranchers will dry up like dust and blow away.

All we have to do is step in and grab the valley for ourselves.

No, Lawton mentioned something about that water question.

Yes, there was a clause specifying the water rights be kept in force.

But it only applies to the heir or heirs, not to a new owner.

The minute the Diamond Hitch changes hands,

that provision becomes null and void.

Certainly got to hand it to you, boss. The whole thing is foolproof.

Or maybe.

But don't forget, no matter how foolproof a thing may be,

one wrong move will wreck everything. Be on your toes, all of you.

I'm riding out now, you get everything ready.

I'll pick up the Lawton girl on the way back.

You have Judge Stevens on hand.

I told you to lay off that stuff.

What do you want me to do? I've been going nuts talking to myself.

Your waiting time is over.

Today you become Bud Lawton, the missing heir of the Diamond Hitch.

Are you sure you have everything straight?

I've been studying that guy's habits so long I'm beginning to think I am Bud.

You look enough like him to fool even his sister.

I hope so.

Foster, you're a neat schemer.

You put me in his two thirds owner of the Diamond Hitch.

Pretty soon you'll buy me out on paper

and you start working on the girl for her one third.

That part won't interest you.

You'll be paid off by then.

You know,

I've been thinking.

Suppose that girl finds out about her brother's death.

She won't.

I've taken steps to see that no word will reach her.

That eases my mind a lot. The pen don't exactly appeal to me.

Clean yourself up, wait about an hour, then ride into town and come to my office.

Okay.

Well, boys, we're about there.

It might be a good idea if we rode into town separately and played strangers

while we have a look around.

Howdy, Ms. Lawton! It's a happy day for you.

I can hardly believe my brother's coming home at last!

- Hello, Judge Stevens. - Hello, Faith.

Mr. Foster, are you sure he arrives today?

Here's the telegram.

I'm so excited, I don't know what to do.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Did Ms. Lawton say her brother was coming home?

That's right. We're all on hand to give this kid a real welcome.

That's fine, thank you.

- Did you hear what I heard? - Yeah, I don't get it.

There must be something wrong with my ears.

How can Bud be coming here when...?

Hey, can you tell me where Mark Foster's office is?

I'll bet you're Sam Lawton's son.

You're right.

- Welcome home, son. - Thank you very much.

Glad to see you.

Your ears didn't fool you.

Nothing escapes me. I've got ears like a mule.

Something to that too.

- We're so glad to have you back. - Thank you.

Hello there. I'm Mark Foster. I presume you're Bud Lawton.

- That's right. - Glad to see you.

- Thank you. - Come inside.

You can't take him yet.

We're taking him over to do a little celebration.

That'll have to be put off. Her sister's waiting.

Sorry, boys.

Hoppy, I think I'm going loco.

First I hear things, now I'm seeing them.

It looks like we run into something.

Faith!

Bud!

You're sure grown up, Faith.

I wouldn't have known you in the crowd.

I wouldn't have recognized you either.

It's been almost ten years since you left the ranch.

Yeah.

Long enough to make a lot of changes in people.

It's your home now, to stay.

That's all that matters.

Sure.

You remember Judge Stevens?

- I'm sorry, Judge. - All right. I understand.

- Glad to see you back. - Thank you.

I'm satisfied as executive of the estate to turn everything over to Sam's children.

Very well. I'll proceed with the necessary legal matters.

You two better run along.

I guess you're anxious to get out to the ranch.

I am.

Bye.

Hello, Bud.

Don't forget you're all invited to the party tonight.

Thank you. We'll be there.

- Thank you! - Bye!

What are we waiting for?

Let's get that faker and killer.

Not so fast.

He's a fake. It's the other I'm not so sure.

Hoppy, it's clear as day.

That fellow learned about Bud's inheritance,

cut him down and now he's trying to grab it for himself.

Maybe and maybe not.

I got a feeling that boy isn't in this alone.

Somebody else is pulling the strings?

My hunch seems to run that way.

At least we're not tipping our hands yet.

What's our next move? I'm itching for action.

Easy, you old fire eater.

If I'm not far wrong, you'll get plenty of action and soon.

Come on.

Doesn't it feel good to be home, Bud?

It certainly does. The place looks just the same.

No, not the same.

Dad...

Yes, I know.

Bud.

I hate to bring up unpleasant things on your first day home, but it's serious.

Most of the men have quit.

I've been almost frantic trying to run this place all alone.

Now that you're back, I know everything will be all right.

What a range.

You could ride for months and still be on the Diamond Hitch.

Can you imagine Bud leaving all this?

It's kind of hard to understand.

After all, he's just a kid.

Maybe a little stubborn.

We'll ask those men about the main ranch house.

What's all the shooting about?

I don't know. There's been too much going around here to suit me.

That goes for me, too.

That's too bad, we want to get a job here.

That won't be hard. We're leaving.

We don't want to be a target.

This mess is spreading like a Texas twist.

And it's getting more twisted all the time.

Bud.

Haven't you noticed anything?

No. What?

Don't you remember? Your quirt.

Yeah.

You were so mad the day you left you rode away without it.

Yeah, I remember.

Dad gave it to me.

Don't you remember, Bud?

I gave it to you.

It was a birthday present.

Forgive me, Faith.

I guess my mind was on the mess this ranch is in.

I know, dear.

I know just how you feel.

You know, sis.

I think it'd be a big mistake for us to try to hang onto the Diamond Hitch.

You mean you want to sell it?

It's not that I want to, but what else is there to do?

I'm only thinking of you.

I don't want you to lose everything.

Dad made me promise that we'd never let go of the Diamond Hitch.

He spent all of his life here.

This place meant everything to him.

Every rancher in the valley depends on our water supply.

And Bud.

The last thing that dad said was:

"Tell your brother not to let our neighbors down".

But we've got to think of ourselves first.

Without men to stand guard will be robbed blind.

An organized band of rustlers is too strong.

Now that you're back, I know we'll be able to get help.

Don't you see the men need a leader?

They resent taking orders from a woman.

It's not only that, Faith.

I've been on the go too much to settle down anymore.

Bud, I'll never agree to sell the Diamond hitch.

I'm afraid there's nothing you can do to prevent it.

Remember, I'm two thirds owner.

Hello, boys.

Miss Lawton, we're quitting.

Won't you please stay? You're the last three on the ranch.

I'm sorry, miss. Our mind is made up.

What's the trouble, Faith?

The boys want to quit.

- This is my brother, Bud. - Hello.

He's taking charge from now on.

Nothing he can do to stop us.

I don't suppose there's any chance of persuading you to change your minds.

We'll pay you a bonus.

Money is no good for you when you're 6ft under the ground.

- Goodbye. - Bye.

You see, Faith, it's hopeless.

I ran across a prospective buyer on the way up here.

I'll get in touch with him and close the deal.

Bud.

Beg your pardon?

I understand you're taking on some new hands.

I'm afraid you've come at the wrong time. The ranch's being sold.

However, you could get in touch with the new owners later on.

Thanks.

He's working fast.

Figuring to make a quick sellout.

Excuse me, Ms. Lawton.

- I'm Hopalong Cassidy. - How do you do?

These are my friends, California Carlson and Jimmy Rogers.

- Hello! - Howdy.

How do you do?

You don't know us, but we were acquainted with your father.

So when we heard of his death, we came to see if we could be of any help.

That's nice of you.

But I don't think there's anything you can do.

Maybe there is.

I overheard your brother say he was selling the ranch.

I gathered you weren't agreeable.

I'm not. But there's nothing I can do.

He's two thirds owner.

Maybe I can change his mind.

I'm afraid it's hopeless, Bud won't listen to me, his own sister.

What chance does a stranger have?

Your father used to listen to me.

Maybe I can convince his son.

All right, Mr. Cassidy, you go ahead.

I'll be grateful for anything you can do.

Fine. Do you mind telling me who's handling the estate?

Judge Stevens.

Fine. California and I'll go into town.

Jimmy can stay here and look after the stock.

Do you mind if we come to the party?

- Of course you may. - Thank you.

I'll take care of everything, Hoppy.

- Hello. How are you? - Fine, hello.

And by the way, don't say anything to your brother about our conversation.

No, I won't. Thank you.

Jimmy's the spitting image of me in my younger days.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

The gals used to fall all over themselves, trying to...

- Get away from you. - Yeah.

Get away from me?

Come on, get moving.

You...

I thought I told you we weren't taking on anyone.

I have something to say about that.

Mr. Rogers stays.

- Boyfriend, huh? - Please.

I'll take a look around the place.

I can't understand him.

Bud doesn't seem like my own brother.

He's more like a stranger.

Well, you know, he...

What did you start to say?

I wasn't going to say anything.

I don't want you to think I took offense of what he said.

Matter of fact is, I'd like such an arrange.

Aren't you being a little forward, Mr. Rogers?

Hoppy always told me to put my best foot forward.

Both feet?

Honest, I wasn't trying to be fresh.

That's all right.

I'm sure that any friend of Mr. Cassidy means well.

There it goes again. Hoppy this. Hoppy that.

Man, woman and beast. They fall for him like a ton of brick.

Well, he is very nice.

Don't look so glum, Mr. Rogers.

I'm saving my second dance for you this evening.

Second dance?

That's swell. Second dance? Why not the first one?

That's for Mr. Cassidy.

While I'm in talking, you take a look around

see if you can find out a thing about that left handed gunslinger.

I'll do that.

And don't get into trouble. I can't be with you every minute.

Don't treat me like that.

I can take care of myself any day without any help from you.

- Sure. - Remember that.

I will.

Come in.

Are you Judge Stevens?

- Yes. - I'm Hopalong Cassidy.

How do you do, Mr. Cassidy? Come in.

Thank you.

- Have a seat. - Thank you.

What can I do for you?

It's about Lawton.

Yes.

By the way, how long have you known Bud?

Ever since he was born.

- His father was my very best friend. - Is that so?

He's a nice boy, isn't it?

Yes, he was.

But I don't know.

When he returned today, he acted almost like a stranger.

Something about him was different.

You noticed that?

Yes.

I suppose time changes all of us.

Yes, I guess it does.

There seems to be a slight misunderstanding

about who's going to own the ranch.

I don't think so, Mr. Cassidy. Everything is settled.

Well, maybe I can explain what I mean.

Just before we left Denton...

Oh, boy.

I'll just have to raise.

Good play.

That's the most amazing thing I ever heard.

It's fantastic. Utterly fantastic.

But it's true, every word of it.

Well, I hope you have something tangible, some proof to bear out your story.

I expect the partnership agreement on today's stage.

You intend to make use of it?

I will if it'll keep that fake brother from getting the ranch.

Then Mark Foster must be informed immediately.

For the time being, I'd rather we kept this between ourselves.

But I've already returned the papers to him.

He must be told or he'll go ahead and turn over the estate to this imposter.

Don't worry. I'll see that he doesn't.

But why not we? Why not expose this boy immediately?

Not now.

I'm convinced that the boy's a small fry.

Any move at this time might disturb the big fish.

Oh, I see.

Well, I appreciate your coming over, Mr. Cassidy.

Thank you.

I'll take one.

I don't want anything.

Three.

I bet ten.

I'll pass.

Ten and ten better.

Did you make it?

I raise you 20.

See that and raise you 40.

I see that 40 and raise you 80.

I see that 80...

Wait. You can't bluff a man with that.

I'll break every bone in your body.

Take your dirty hands off of me.

Yes, sir, I'm sure that he can take care of himself.

I'm just going to run you out of town.

Come here, get out ouf town.

- Go on. - This is the end of the line.

Stay out of this.

Come on!

You had enough?

Well, say it.

Say what?

That I'm just a helpless old fool.

Right.

Yeah... Eh?

You said so yourself.

So I did.

How much for getting soft in the head

as well as in the car just running myself down that way?

Don't take it so hard.

Let's go see that partnership agreement.

Boys, watch this.

Who worked you over?

Some strangers.

From the looks of them, they were the fellows he told us about.

Them three from Denton?

There were only two of them, but they fit the description.

I believe I can account for the third one.

The young fella, he's at the ranch.

They showed up out there looking for work.

Work? They didn't come here looking for work.

I thought you said there'd be no kickback.

There's nothing that can't be cleaned up now.

Get out and do it.

I better watch out for that big fellow's right.

It comes at you like the high end of a mule.

He won't get a chance to use it.

Foster, I don't like the looks of this.

Things are getting too hot to suit me.

You're getting ready to tuck your tail between your legs and play jackrabbit?

- No. - Don't worry.

I'll finish with you and have you on your way in no time.

This is what I want you to do tonight at the party.

I wonder if the other two will show up.

I hope not to meet up with that fellow.

My nose still hurts.

Yeah.

Not in there.

Wanna dance?

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Mr. Cassidy.

I'm so glad to see you.

Probably good time to make that announcement.

Friends!

Friends, I have something rather unpleasant to tell you.

I think you ought to know that my sister and I are disposing of the Diamond Hitch.

I hope you know what that will mean to these ranchers.

You mean by the water rights?

Your dad always took care of us.

Without his help, we couldn't have existed.

Yes, I know.

I'll try to persuade the new owners to continue the arrangement.

Who are you selling to, Bud?

A large Eastern syndicate.

They don't want me to mention any names until the deal is closed.

I'm afraid you'll all have to excuse me.

I have to leave in order to meet the syndicate representative

at the county seat in the morning.

Good night.

Just a minute.

What do you want?

I'm afraid you'll have to hold up the sale of the ranch.

What are you talking about?

What this is all about?

I think this will explain it.

This is a four way partnership covering two thirds of the Diamond Hitch ranch.

Yes, and it's signed by Bud Lawton.

I never signed any such paper.

I didn't say you did.

I said it was signed by Bud Lawton.

Mr. Cassidy?

What do you mean?

Miss Lawton, I held back telling you this as long as I could,

but Bud was shot down in Denton.

This man isn't your brother.

You may be drunk or crazy.

Take it easy.

Bring water.

Keep your head, you fool.

Say nothing, I'll handle it.

Here's some water for you.

Thank you.

I'm sorry I had to be so blunt about telling you.

I understand, Mr. Cassidy.

I understand.

Supposing we get back to your story,

why was Bud Lawton killed?

I'm sorry, I don't know.

Maybe I can supply the answer to both those questions.

This partnership.

What do you mean?

People don't go around giving ranches away.

Of course you're right, sheriff. This man, his friends are impostors.

They're trying to rob Sam Lawton's children.

I told you the truth.

You can verify by getting in touch with the authorities in Denton.

I'll have to lock you up until I have time to investigate your story.

You can't do that, sheriff.

I'll relieve you of that too.

Come on, boys. Spread out.

Some of you get behind the bar.

Where's California?

California!

Look at his head!

Come on, get him up!

There we are.

All right, sheriff.

I got to get this man to a doctor.

We'll take care of him.

Get to your horses.

Take it easy, California.

Let us take care of them, sheriff. It'll save you the expense of a trial.

We know how to handle these hombres that tried to rob Sam Lawton's children.

The law will take care of them.

Get on your horse, Cassidy.

Coffee and donuts. Donuts and coffee.

I wouldn't need them.

Can't we have a little meat once in a while?

Are we going to get out of this place?

Your guess is as good as mine.

You insisted on coming along.

If it were up to me, you'd have been at the bar 20

instead of in a necktie party.

We've always stuck together.

- Sure. - Let's hang together.

That's a pleasant thought.

Did I say hang?

Hello, Clem.

How are the wolves down at the saloon doing?

Howling plenty.

The boys have them worked up to the point where they're yelling for ropes.

Them three is as good as stretched.

We'll use the temper of the town's people as an excuse.

But we'll handle this a little bit differently.

Mr. Cassidy!

- Mr. Cassidy! - Hello there.

Hello, Mr. Cassidy.

I wish there was something I could do to help you.

That's very thoughtful.

Don't worry too much about it.

Sure, you just take it...

Don't worry about it?

I can feel the noose around my neck already.

Get down.

Sit down. Take your boot off.

Come on, hurry up.

Well, we had our dance anyway.

Yes, we did.

You'll be doing this next dance at the end of a rope.

Don't mind that. Come on.

Look at that. Them socks was guaranteed forever.

Forever?

Miss Lawton.

Don't let anyone threaten or bully you into selling the ranch.

If they get too tough, this partnership agreement will block them.

Judge Stevens will tell you how to use it.

After it served its purpose, you can destroy it.

Come on.

You mean you let us out?

Yes, and hurry up. That mob will be here any minute.

Your horses are at the end of the alley.

You're a good man, sheriff.

I don't want the death of three men on my conscience.

Yours.

Hurry up, boys. We haven't a minute to lose.

Don't open that door.

It'll be safer if the sheriff went with us.

No, I can't.

Take a look out there, California.

There's a couple of men out there.

A left handed gunslinger.

Sure.

Nice little death trap he had set for us.

You mean they're out there waiting to plug us?

And on our friend here

will say that we were killed while trying to escape.

Let's get them!

Wait. That won't be necessary.

He's going to save us the trouble.

You're going to invite them in here.

I can't.

You'll start shooting the minute I open that door.

I'll start shooting if you don't.

Open it up.

Don't shoot, boys.

What happened, sheriff?

Nothing, come on in.

Come right in, boys, and join our happy little family.

Get their guns.

California, go to that front one and keep your eye peeled.

Get down there.

Hold it.

Who hired you to do that shooting down at Denton?

What are you talking about? We've never been in Denton.

No?

- Hoppy? - Yeah?

That fake brother just rolled in.

Keep them covered, Jimmy.

He's heading for Foster's office.

Sure.

He's going to get his orders.

The bankers are mixed up in this?

That syndicate is just a blind. Foster's the head man behind the set up.

Lock them up. I'll be back in a minute.

Get in there!

Come on!

All right, son.

Come on, you're taking a walk.

Something must have gone wrong over at the jail.

We heard fireworks before.

What do we do if the sheriff has slipped up?

I provided a nice little scapegoat for just such an occasion.

You mean Kit Moyer?

So that's your name.

So far, Moyer is the only one they can connect with this fake heir business.

If he should be found dead with a revolver in his hand,

the supposed suicide will be self explanatory.

And that puts us in the clear.

You dirty double crossers trying to put all the blame on me.

I'm ready to talk now and talk plenty.

Cassidy escaped from the jail. He shot down Bud and tried to kill us.

- Where is he now? - In my office.

Let's go get him.

Come out, Cassidy.

Wait a minute.

Cassidy, come out or we'll shoot.

Moyer.

Moyer, can you talk now?

Coming up.

I'm getting out there.

I'll go too.

Lock the door.

Can you talk now?

Yeah.

I think I can now.

Yeah, I can...

Wait a minute, boys.

You got him, boys.

Hold your fire, I'm coming out!

Open that door.

Go ahead and talk, Moyer.

I'm not Bud Lawton.

My name is Kit Moyer.

They had the real Bud Lawton killed

and got me to pose as the heir,

so they could grab the Diamond Hitch for themselves.

Who had Bud killed?

Mark Foster.

He don't need us.

Faith, it looks like you've got enough men to run your ranch now.

With Jimmy as your foreman everything should run smoothly.

Mr. Cassidy, without your help, I don't know what I would have done.

We're glad we could help.

We better be getting along now. We got work to do with the Bar 20.

I hope you'll be coming back this way sometime.

You can count on it.

California and I are going to check on your foreman.

- Goodbye, Jimmy. - Bye!

- Bye! - Goodbye!

Hoppy!

You didn't walk out on the lady, did you?

She had enough help.

I figured I was needed at the Bar 20.