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Come on for me, Randall. I know it.

Good morning.

I see you got Logan.

Yeah.

Now we'll take him off your hands. Afraid not.

You worth $500 to me.

Are you a bounty hunter?

That's right.

Sure, he's Josh Randall. I've heard of the gun.

Your prisoner's a convicted killer.

Gonna have to take him.

I don't think so.

Now, Mr. Randall, we want no trouble.

Who told you to do that?

Well, Randall, I didn't expect to see you again.

I'm looking for the sheriff.

Well, you came to the right place.

I saw the sign.

Where is he?

I'm the sheriff.

I didn't mention it this morning.

I was coming to it.

Took you a while, didn't it?

Well, I'm new at the job.

The truth is, I'm acting sheriff.

Chad Holman, our regular, broke his hip, and I'm filling in for him.

Makes it kind of tough for what I had in mind, doesn't it?

I don't know.

What did you have in mind?

When you swore to uphold the law, Sheriff, did they make assault and

legal? What do you mean by that?

I came in here to swear out a complaint, but then I don't suppose you'd arrest

yourself.

Nobody robbed you.

You took my prisoner. Now, in my business, mister, that's the same as

property.

You were paid in full, Mr. Randall.

I don't know what I can do about the assault.

Unless some additional cash will make your head feel better.

Why should you pay it? My boy hit you, and I'm sorry, if that makes any

difference to you.

I really chewed his head off.

But there's no handling, Damon, since this thing happened.

Since what thing happened?

The murder.

Brace Logan killed Damon's girl.

Well, since the law won't take a hand in this, it'll just have to be settled in

another way.

Randall, where are you going?

Find your son.

All right, so they got him. Now what happens? Well, like I said before, I

we'll just take him out and string him up. The whole town's on your side in

that, Damon. There isn't one of them that wouldn't walk with you. Well, why

the talk? Why don't we just get it done?

You got anything to say?

Beer.

The next time you pull this gun on me, you'll be ready to shoot it now. You

understand?

Take care of that gun for a while.

Before me arrive, if you please.

Yes, sir.

Sorry I had to chase away your customers like that, but I've got enough trouble

without having to worry about every young kid who's old enough to wear a gun

sculling me with it.

It's all right with me, mister.

I was getting kind of tired of the company anyway.

Ever since they rode into this town, all they can talk about is hanging poor old

Brace Logan.

Damon Ring Jr.

especially.

Every man to his own pleasure.

When does Logan see the hangman?

Next week, Thursday. That's what Judge Cooper said when he sentenced him. But

ain't never gonna make it, mister.

Young Ring's trying to talk up a lynching for tonight.

It's a pretty fair -sized town. Can't they stop these men?

The rings are too big to fight if you want to live around here. And who cares

about Brace Logan that much?

He's not important.

And everybody knows that he killed his own daughter.

Daughter? Well, stepdaughter, that is.

Marley. Pretty as anything you've ever seen, too. All the young bucks after

The ring kid, he had the inside track with the girl, just like he has with

everything else around here.

Any witnesses to the murder?

Didn't need them.

Logan signed a confession.

Yes, sir.

Confession.

Much obliged.

I'll see you, Howard.

Randall, my son was just here and he told me what you did.

I guess I owe you something.

Father, thanks.

I think you taught him a lesson he wouldn't take from me.

Seems that way.

It's my fault.

He spoiled Ruff.

That's not why you're here, is it? I want to see Logan.

Look, Logan.

I've got to know.

Now, did you kill the girl?

Look, can't you get it through your head, Logan? I'm trying to help you.

Now, Logan, did you kill your stepdaughter?

I don't know.

They say I did.

Well, what do you say?

I don't know.

Maybe I... You signed a confession, Logan.

Well, the sheriff wrote it out, so I signed it.

Why?

There was a hanging party outside the jail.

Nothing the sheriff could do.

What happened the night that Marley was killed?

What do you mean?

I mean, what led up to it?

Didn't start that night. Been going on for a long time.

What's been going on for a long time?

The trouble. The trouble between Marley's ma and me.

It was cooking like a vat of mash. It had to blow up.

What was wrong?

The girl.

She was running around, staying out late. She wouldn't say where she was or

she was with.

I tried to bring her to here, but Amar said to leave her alone.

Amar and me, we fought.

I called the girl in.

We fought again.

Then I found out about the money.

Money? Over a hundred dollars.

Marley had it. She wouldn't say where she got it.

I took it and started to drink the town dry.

A couple of days later, I was in the shed back of the house. The missus was

screaming at me.

The girl was dead.

That's all I know.

They say I killed her.

But I don't remember.

Do you have any idea where Molly got the money?

You better try to find out.

Why?

What difference would that make?

It'll help keep you alive.

Alive?

I ask again, Mr. Randall.

Who cares whether I live or if I die?

The person who killed your stepdaughter.

What you say about the money is very interesting, Mr. Randall.

I don't recall it being mentioned at Logan's trial.

However, I fail to see how this information bears on the question of

guilt.

Somebody gave Marley that money, over $100. Now, it wasn't just a present.

Now, I don't know. Maybe she had something on somebody.

Blackmail?

Possibly.

Explain the money and the reason she didn't want anybody to know where it

from. There's a certain logic in what you say, Mr. Randall, but aren't you

forgetting Logan's confession?

No, I'm not forgetting the confession or the circumstances that caused him to

sign it. A lynch mob yelling outside of a jailhouse.

There was no mob yelling in my court.

Logan was represented by a fine young attorney of my appointment.

There was not one word of testimony added repudiating Logan's confession.

How did he plead?

Guilty.

Not much room for testimony there now, is there?

That's why I set the execution over until next Thursday. There was a lot of

feeling for taking Logan out and hanging him then and there.

I wanted him to have every chance under the law.

It's not easy, Mr. Randall, for a judge to say the words that hang a man.

Well, there's something you ought to know, Judge.

Rumors going around town that Brace Logan won't be here for his hanging.

We're going to lynch him tonight.

We'll see about that.

Figured you would.

That's the way my fellow citizens want their law. I won't disappoint them.

Court's now in session.

L .L. Cooper presiding.

Make it strong.

Strong enough.

I believe you've met him, Damon.

I want this street cleared, all of you. Go on home.

Is that an order, Judge?

It is.

Well, now, there's no law against a man buying a drink for his friends, is

there, Judge?

Yeah. How about a drink, Judge, huh? In fact, I never heard of a law where even

a judge could order a man around if he wasn't doing anything but minding his

business. Is that what you're doing?

That's right.

Just minding my own business. Right, boys?

That's all we're doing. Right now, I'm going to go in and mind another glass

full.

what happened in the streets. You better talk to your son, Damon, before he gets

in so deep he can't turn around.

You know how much that girl meant to him.

I can't talk to him. You're not just a father now, you know, you weren't a

badge. Well, I'm not the man to wear it.

I want you to get one thing straight right now.

If they come for Logan, I'm not going to shoot my son or my neighbors just to

protect him.

You're protecting the law.

I'm not going to trade my son's life for a few hours in jail with that...

squatter in there. That squatter in there was almost your son's father -in

Damon would have waked up.

Boys do foolish things, but they grow out of them. Well, we're going to see

he grows out of another one tonight. I'll be here with you to make sure that

this lesson takes.

Randall, why don't you ride out to the Logan place and talk to the missus? Ring

and I can handle things here.

I'd like to talk to you about your husband.

I don't know where he is.

Sheriff's got him in jail.

Good.

This Logan I wrote out here to ask you a couple of questions about Marley and

Braith.

Are you sure in your own mind that he did the killing?

Yep.

That all you want to know?

No.

I talked to Brace a little while ago.

He doesn't remember much about the night that Marley was killed. Fact is, he

doesn't remember anything at all.

But he does remember a couple of days before when he found out that Marley had

over $100 in cash.

Now, Miss Logan, where would your daughter get that kind of money?

You trying to say Marley wasn't a good girl?

No, ma 'am. I'm just trying to ask a very important question. Marley was a

girl, mister.

You'd have to answer to me or Brace Logan.

She's a pretty girl.

Any man around here would have been proud to marry with her.

What about young Damon Ring?

He wouldn't leave her be.

Even his dad couldn't keep him from pestering around.

Miss Logan, where did your daughter get that money?

Where did she go? Who did she see?

Do you know your daughter that well?

She didn't keep nothing from me.

Nothing that mattered.

Well, then what's the answer? Where was she the day you and Brace had the

argument?

No place.

Well, then somebody must have come by here to see her. Now, who was it?

She just didn't kick over a rock and find that cash.

Miss Logan, if you don't want to tell me, we'll go into town. You can tell

Cooper. Now, how's that?

Damon Ring. He come by.

He gave you the money? Why?

That all.

Just wondering why you didn't mention it at the trial.

There were no trial.

Brace killed my girl.

Signed a confession.

There were no need for trial. They just give him a sentence.

If you'd have mentioned it to the judge, it might have helped, you know?

I got no yearning to help him.

About time Brace Logan got what's coming to him.

I'll talk to them if they'll listen.

What if they won't? Then I'll have to make them listen.

That's far enough.

We came for Logan.

Get him out here.

Damon, you knew your way around the law this afternoon when I told you men to go

home and cool off.

You don't think... Don't try to soft -talk me, Judge. We want Logan.

Either you bring him out here or we're going in after him. If you do... some of

us won't be alive to see it.

Come on, let's go.

Damon, I was a marshal a long time before I was a judge.

This gun has killed a lot of men who wouldn't listen to reason.

Now it's up to you.

You can be the next one.

You're not going to shoot me, judge, or anybody else.

Now just get out of the way.

Thank you.

Ring Jr.

led them.

I tried to hold them off at the sheriff's office.

Damon's father jumped me.

I got a real shocking story for them. Yeah, what's that?

They hung the wrong man.

Congratulations. How do you feel?

You're too late, Randall.

It is for you.

You incited a riot that led to a man's unlawful death.

Logan was a murderer.

Was he?

That's the man standing behind you. He's the judge who tried him.

Randall has new evidence which none of us thought to get.

If Logan were alive, he'd get a new hearing as a result of it.

That's a laugh.

You think so?

You know, the best way to keep people from asking too many questions is to

them guilty of murder.

Put them into a mob so they'll lynch an innocent man.

That way they've got to believe that Logan killed his stepdaughter.

He did.

Brace Logan came home that night dead drunk, passed out in the shed where he

kept his horse because he couldn't make it up to the house.

Now the man who really killed Marley just shoved the body in the shed and

started collecting a lynch mob.

Why are you looking at me?

Why would I kill Marley?

I loved her.

That'll do for a starter.

If you decided she was playing you for a sucker, taking your money, laughing at

you.

I never gave her any money.

Well, her mother said you did.

A lot of it.

And I'm going to see you hanged, Amy.

As long as your father's acting sheriff of this town, we'll give him the

pleasure of dropping you in a cell.

Open up.

He's not going to let you in, Mr. Randall. What do you mean?

It wasn't me that killed Marley.

I loved her.

Get the doctor.

I knew it was my father back at the saloon.

I knew it then.

I know why.

He loved her more than I did.