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♪♪ [ trumpet ]

Since the beginning of time, man has worried about his young.

The rebellious nature of youth has existed in all periods,

even in the days of the West.

Right here in Southwestern Utah was one teenage boy

who was perhaps the first...

Take '’em down, boy!

[ yelling ]

That'’s it! Ease '’em in, George!

Ease '’em in! That'’s it!

[ cattle lowing ]

You did good, George.

You got a real zest for life.

Hey, Mike, that cow over there

has got Bishop Haver'’s brand on it.

She must'’ve strayed into the herd.

There might be a couple more of his here.

How do I know some of my cows ain'’t strayed up to his place?

I ain'’t seen the bishop come trotting back to me with any.

Oh, you know I don'’t take to the bishop, Mike,

but that cow is his, and I think--

I don'’t wanna argue about it.

Let'’s eat. My gut'’s about fixin' to cave in.

Here.

I just want you to know I appreciate you helping me.

Oh, it'’s beautiful!

It'’s just like yours.

Look, that ain'’t one of those funeral bonnets you'’re used to wearing.

Give it a little cock to one side.

Oh, it'’s about time you had one of these too.

Aw, gee, Mike.

I-- I don'’t know what to...

Oh. My pa preaches against guns.

He won'’t let me have that.I ain'’t giving it to your pa.

Go on home to your ma.

It'’s time for your nursing, boy.You...

Oh.

You should'’ve waited till my back was turned.

That'’s the sure way.

I got me a sure way too.

I could blow your head off right now.

Sure, you could, George.

Sure.

If the gun was loaded.

[ laughing ]

[ laughing ]

No, I don'’t believe that.

Your son has been seen with Cassidy on more than one occasion.

Oh, that don'’t mean nothing, Bishop.

Besides, even if Mike Cassidy is rustling those cows,

George wouldn'’t help him.

He wouldn'’t do that.

Cassidy is a blasphemer.

Your son has the hand of the devil on his shoulder.

Aw, George is young.

He'’s got the fire of his Scotch ancestors in his blood,

but he'’ll grow out of it.

Can you not see the poison in your own son?

George is a good boy.

What good boy attacks his own schoolteacher?

Gets drunk at the church social?

Defies the laws of the elders?

I punished him for all those things.

I whipped him raw for them.

These young people today.

I don'’t understand them.

They won'’t listen.

They say we'’re old and that things have changed.

Good and evil never change, Brother Parker.

Which path will your son follow?

Afternoon, Brother George.

Hi, Vanessa.

Jumpin'’ Josiah!

What a horse!

Careful. Your language.

What a beaut. What'’s his name?

Sampson.

Oh, he'’s true-blooded for sure.

Your pa must'’ve paid a bundle for him.

Tobias Williams bestowed him on my father.

You mean that Toby Williams just up and gave him to your father?

He was very happy. His firstborn was a boy.

Well, your pa sure didn'’t have nothing to do with that.

Or did he? [ chuckles ]

Brother George!

Boy, oh, boy, oh, boy.

I sure would like to sit on a hunk of horse flesh like him.

You haven'’t been to church in a couple of weeks.

Been busy.

People have been talking.

That'’s what they got mouths for.

We used to have nice times after church meeting.

You and I just...

sitting on that bench, talking.

[ laughs ]

And you chasing mosquito hawks to give to me.

Yeah, well, I guess that'’s all right when you'’re kids.

That was just two months ago.

A lot can happen to a man in two months.

BISHOP HAVER: Get away from that horse!

I didn'’t hurt him none.

Where ya been, boy?

Out riding the fence, like you told me.

For three days?

You were with Cassidy most likely, weren'’t you?

Maybe I was and maybe I wasn'’t.

Don'’t backtalk to Bishop, boy. You show respect.

My doing ain'’t none of his business!

I'’ll show you hell-bent young ones how to harness a stubborn will.

Now get to the barn.

Get!

And keep away from Vanessa, do you hear?

I'’m sorry.

But I don'’t want your son'’s contamination to touch my daughter.

But, Father-- Be quiet. Get in the surrey.

Keep him away from Vanessa.

Don'’t force me to request

disciplinary action from the elders.

You know what that would mean.

George?

George!

Put it down, Pa.

Get down here.

I ain'’t no wet-nosed kid no more, Pa.

Now, you just put that there switch away.

Does that gun make you feel two-foot taller?

You ain'’t whipping me no more, Pa.

"Those who live by the sword shall"--And don'’t preach to me!

It'’s best you learn that I'’ve become a man now.

I don'’t raise my hand to you. You ain'’t got no right to hit me.

Why, boy? What makes you this way?

Because I'’m me, that'’s why.

I ain'’t you or the bishop or nobody else.

You like to eat turnips?

Well, I don'’t!

So why do I have to eat '’em?

You go to bed with the chickens, so I have to.

And lie there staring at the ceiling.

It'’s a new world, Pa.

It'’s 1886,

and it'’s my world, not yours.

Where did I fail you, son?

Oh, don'’t start that pig slop with me.

My ears are beginning to buzz from hearing you tell me what a bum I'’m gonna end up.

Your ma and me, we tried.

We gave you love.

We taught you the fear of God.

I don'’t fear nobody.

Not anymore.

Blasphemy!

Defiance!

You keep up your evil ways, and you know what'’ll happen.

Now, you keep back, Pa.

The bishop just warned me.

Disciplinary action from the elders. God'’s own punishment.

Don'’t push me, Pa.

They'’ll send them down to administer the holy laws.

They'’ll send the Avengers.

They'’ll send them on horseback, and they'’ll send them in pairs.

Sitting tall and stony-like in the saddle!You stay right there!

Why, you dare threaten your own father?

Rout out the devil, boy!

Rout him out, or they'’ll do it for ya!

Deny him! Deny Satan!

Deny him!

Let them send the Avengers!

'’Cause I'll kill '’em! I'’ll kill 'em, you hear me?

I'’ll kill 'em!

Your holster'’s too high.

You gotta keep it low.

So'’s the web of your thumb

just touches the hammer.

Now, suppose some joker

pulls his gun first?

You gotta be able to get the drop on him

without him blasting your brains right through your ears.

Pull your gun on me.

Oh!

Just a hair too late with that trick, and you'’re dead.

Now, give me a hand with the packing.

Here. Start putting away them cooking utensils.

Yeah, boy,

after I sell them cattle over in Lund,

I'’m gonna have me a real fandango in Salt Lake with my buddies.

I can just imagine.

Like that time in Tombstone.

We was just funnin'’ in this saloon, see? When--

Well, maybe busted it up a bit.

When in pops the marshal.

Wyatt hisself, it was,

along with that mummy-faced dentist.

Doc Holliday. Right.

Well, in a wink, the guns start running hot.

We tailed out,

taking the very best mounts off the hitch racks.

[ laughing ]

Horse stealing?

Aw, I always heard that was plumb low-down.

That'’s church talk, boy. Ain'’t I taught you nothing?

[ chuckles ]

They sure got your cap-head all knotted up

with preacher notions.

Why, old Jesse and Cole Younger, Ringo--

Why, them fellas could leather drop a horse faster than you could sneeze.

Like that young kid from Canada.

Butch they called him.

Butch? I never heard of that name before.

Well, around Calgary

they give a man the name Butch when--

when he'’s tough, hard to rein in.

[ chuckles ]

Canadian Butch could dust out with a horse during breakfast

and sell it before his eggs got cold. [ laughing ]

I'’ll bet you're gonna have some high times in Salt Lake.

Yeah.

It'’s, uh, too bad you ain'’t a mite older.

I'’m old enough.

Not for Salt Lake, you ain'’t.

Bet I could take you on.Oh, yeah, kid?

Yeah.

That'’s a pretty fast draw, boy.

Maybe you are old enough, George.

There'’s just one thing.

My pa would send the Avengers after me for sure.

The Avenging Angels.

Yeah. Heard of them.

The church'’s own brand of lawmen.

Hear a tail they travel in pairs.

Can dog a man down without taking food or rest.

And they'’d catch up with me for sure too.

There'’s one way to dust your trail clean.

They'’d be looking for George Leroy Parker.

Now, if you changed your name...

I never thought of that. I could use your name.

I'’d be right honored, boy,

if you got the guts to back up my name.

I got the guts.

To pick up and leave with me for Salt Lake?

Huh? A man who won'’t even touch coffee

'’cause he thinks it's a sin?

Uh...

I'’ll, uh-- I'll go pack up some things,

and, uh, then I'’ll help you move the cattle over to Lund.

Uh, no. Uh, that bag of bones

you call a horse would only slow me down.

Tell you what, I'’ll meet you in Salt Lake

at the Browning Hotel.

I'’ll see you in Salt Lake.

I could stop you from going if I wanted to.

I could break both your legs with my bare hands.

But it'’s not your legs that are carrying you to sin.

It'’s your heart.

Maybe you'’ll learn that in Salt Lake.

You just take care of Ma, ya hear?

She'’s a woman.

She don'’t understand what a man has to do.

Hyah.

Why? Why do you have to go away?

'’Cause I don't belong here.

I don'’t fit.

You were always wild and full of ginger.

I guess that'’s why I kind of... took to you.

You'’ve changed.

Nothing stays the same.

Except maybe the way they live around here.

And I want more than that.

A lot more.

Look at you.

Did you-- Did you ever think about--

about how-- how pert and pretty you'’d look

all dressed up in lace?

Or maybe even red satin?

Red?

You'’re a woman, Vanessa.

I bet you don'’t even feel that yourself, do you?

Nah. They won'’t let you.

What do you mean?

I mean, we'’re young,

and our life is just beginning,

and we got a right to lead it the way we want to.

You frighten me, Brother George.

Look at what they did to you!

Scared and hungry.

You'’re scared to even reach out

and just-- just touch me.

And yet you'’re starved to do it.

It ain'’t wrong to feel that way, Vanessa.

No. Don'’t, George.

[ chuckles ]

Well, now, that'’s the first time

you ever called my name without--

without saying "brother" first.

Vanessa...

Get away from her!

Take your black soul and get out of here!

[ shouting ]

Aah!

Aah!Pa!

You'’ll pay for this!

[ whinnying ]

Hyah! Hyah! Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!

Where is he?

He left yesterday morning for Salt Lake.

He stole my horse.

What? I'’m sorry.

I told you I did not wish to call on the church for disciplinary action.

Disciplinary...

It'’s out of my hands now.

When I get to Salt Lake, I'’ll make enough money to pay for ya.

So'’s you're mine right out.

Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!

Whoa. Whoa. Whoa.

[ gunshot ]

We'’ve got no use for violence, Brother Parker.

Just raise your hands and come out.

Get down.

We'’re sent to bring you back

to face the retribution of the Lord

for whatever penance the elders deem necessary.

Retribution. Penance. This is free country.

We all have to answer to God.

Now, since we don'’t want to harm you,

it'’ll be necessary to bind your hands.

Turn around.

Drop that rifle!

Now, you just hold it, mister. Both of ya!

Get down off that horse!

And take your canteens and put them on mine.

We came to return you to the house of God.

On the other side of that mountains are the gates to perdition.

Bring my horse.

You get over there.

Ain'’t much travelin' you two scarecrows are gonna do on foot.

Hyah! Hyah! [ gunshots ]

Come on! Come on! Hyah!

Here.

Listen to me, Brother Parker.

There'’s strength in you.

A desire to lead.

Don'’t abuse that power.

Ride with God.

For without Him, you can'’t make it.

[ chuckles ]

Maybe George Leroy Parker couldn'’t,

but Butch Cassidy can.

Hyah! Hyah!

He'’s getting away from us,

but he won'’t escape the wrath of God.

He'’s riding straight to hell.

George Leroy Parker was dead at 16,

but Butch Cassidy was born.

He rode on to Salt Lake and soon became king of the outlaws,

leader of the most notorious gang

ever to bloody the history of the West--

the Wild Bunch.

Next week, another true story from our Western past.