Original subtitles

(energetic music)

("Home on the Range")

(gentle music)

(lofty orchestral music)

(cattle low)

(hooves clatter)

(cattle low)

(cowboys prod)

(tense music)

- Hey, Kyper, after dark get the cattle down the road.

The truck will be there to pick 'em up.

- Okay, I'll see ya later, Slade.

(gentle music)

(cowboys prod and whistle) (cattle low)

(adventurous music)

(cowboys prod) (cattle low)

Say, in the old days, we'd be lucky if these cattle

are more than 10 miles from here by mornin'.

- Right, but with this truck, they'll be slaughtered

and on their way to the market instead.

- You said it.

(adventurous music)

(cowboys prod and whistle)

(tense music)

(gun fires)

Get the truck rolling, Bill!

We'll hold them off!

(guns fire)

(suspenseful music)

(guns fire)

(guns fire)

(gun fires)

(engine rumbles)

(adventurous music)

(guns fire)

(gun fires)

(guns fire)

Let's make a run for it, fellas!

The truck's in the clear by now!

(guns fire)

(tense music)

(guns fire)

(adventurous music) (hooves clatter)

(horses snort)

- Come on, boys.

Let's get his body back to the ranch.

And Thursday it was Hepper's cattle.

Saturday, Mike Randall lost 30 of his herd.

And I guess you all know what happened at my place

last night.

Sheriff, what have you got to say?

What are you going to do?

We've simply got to have some action.

- That's right. - We sure do.

- What can I say?

I've been on the job night and day.

This is the work of a well-organized gang

of black market rustlers.

They think there are enough unpatriotic citizens to support

their illegal actions.

When they realize that the American public

won't be taken in, these rustlers

will automatically disappear.

- But they are still rustlers,

and they must be punished.

Now we can all give Uncle Sam a hand right here

at the source of all this.

- Anything you need. - You can count on me.

- And if it's more men you need, put them all.

- It may please you men to know that Bill Barlow,

investigator for the Stockmen's Association,

is already riding these hills.

And if he needs more men, we won't let him down.

- That's fine.

(hooves clatter)

- Winston, that's where we'll meet Crash.

- Yeah, with a couple of days start on us, he'll probably

have the lowdown on the whole setup.

- You know, he must figure there's more to this case

than just plain cattle rustling.

- You said it.

Bill Barlow, investigator for the Cattlemen's Association,

wouldn't have sent us on SOS if there wasn't.

- Well I guess we better sort of drift into town

separate like.

- Okay, look me up around the saloon.

- (laughs) Okay, Alibi, I'll buy you a beer.

(hooves clatter)

- Hello there!

Anybody at home?

(tense music)

Bill.

Bill Barlow.

- Hold it, mister, you're covered.

Well, stranger,

it looks like you've got a lot of explaining to do.

- Well there's really nothing that I can explain.

I came here and,

well I had nothing to do with this,

you've got to believe me.

- I'm taking you in for the murder of Bill Barlow.

- I tell you I had nothing to do with the death of this man!

- Let me see your gun.

I said let me see your gun!

(gun fires)

Hmm, it's been fired.

And recently, too.

- You dirty rat.

- You know I ought to drill you through for that remark.

But taking you in alive will satisfy the law

and relieve me of a,

well, uh, shall we say a delicate situation?

(tense music)

(Slade cries out)

(suspenseful music)

(gun fires)

(Slade cries out)

That's enough!

Get him off of me!

He's killing me!

- [Parry] Get up!

- Let's all get going.

I reckon the sheriff will be mighty pleased to meet you.

- [Kyper] Come on.

- Sheriff.

Sheriff, you can't do this to me.

I tell you I didn't kill him!

- [Sheriff] If you didn't kill Bill Barlow, who did?

- Why don't you ask Slade?

- He has two witnesses, you haven't any.

- [Slade] And one shell fired from your gun ain't exactly

an alibi.

- I'll make you laugh out of the other corner

of your mouth before I get through with you, Slade!

- Come on, come on, you can all do your talkin'

legal like when Ray Corrigan's case comes up.

(Slade laughs)

- [Crash] Sheriff.

Sheriff.

Sheriff!

- Well, Slade, it looks a closed case and 200 pounds

at the end of a rope.

(Slade laughs)

- Oh, and, sheriff, I hope you pass the word around

that I brought the killer in myself.

- All right, Slade, you'll get the credit.

(Slade laughs)

- I gotta hand it to you, Slade.

You sure think fast.

- Well, it's only fast thinkin' that gets by these days.

(Slade and Kyper laugh)

(lively music)

(gun fires)

- What a trigger finger.

(gun fires)

(can clatters)

(gun fires)

(can clatters)

(gun fires)

(tense music)

- [Denny] Excuse me for intrudin', miss, but I haven't seen

ridin' and shootin' like that in many a moon.

- Thank you, sir.

With so many of our boys going away to war and our cattle

being rustled, I figured a little practicing

might come in handy.

- Cattle rustlin'?

You're not foolin', are ya?

- You must be a stranger hereabouts, mister,

or you'd know all about rustlin' and shootin'.

- Well, I am a stranger.

I was just ridin' into Winston looking for a job.

Moore's my name.

Uh, Denny Moore.

- And I'm Linda Prescott.

- I'm glad to know you, Ms. Prescott.

(lively piano music)

(crowd chatters)

- Good morning, mister.

What'll it be?

- It's sort of early for hard drinkin',

how about a ginger beer?

- Yes, sir.

- Are there any, uh, vacant rooms?

- No.

Not right now.

- Gosh, this town is as crowded as Washington, D.C.

Or a beehive on a rainy day. (laughs)

- But, uh, I'll have one at noon.

There's a fella checkin' out.

- Is it a good room?

- A good room?

Hot and cold running water.

- Hot in the summer and cold in the winter, huh?

(both laugh)

How much is it?

- That'd be $3.

- Well here's $5, I'll pay in advance.

- All right.

Here you are, one, two.

Say, you can put your name right on the register over there

by the door.

- Uh, you be sure and save the room.

- Oh, sure, sure.

(lively piano music)

- I'm Alibi.

Alibi Terhune.

- Why, you old muleskinner.

I thought you was dead and buried.

- Ha, you're all wrong, Harley, unless they didn't let me in

on a secret.

- Sit down.

What brings you to these parts?

- Well the Cattlemen's Asociation.

But right now, a white horse brought me in to see you.

- Well that horse belongs to a prisoner of mine.

He murdered Bill Barlow, chief investigator

of the association.

- Well Corrigan didn't do it.

Don't be foolish there, Harley.

Corrigan's my best friend, here read this.

- "I think I'm on the right track, Corrigan,

"but I can't round up this gang alone.

"How about you and the boys giving me a hand?

"Come to the old shack at the foot of Pine Mountain.

"Bill Barlow."

Well I reckon I owe Corrigan an apology.

Let's go in and have a talk with him.

- Well, Moore, if it's work you're looking for,

you won't have to ride any farther.

- That's it, Mr. Prescott.

I'd be much handier on the saddle than I would be

in some store or garage.

Besides, I think I'm gonna like it here.

- All right, you're hired.

You'll find quarters in the bunk house.

- Thank you, Mr. Prescott.

Oh, and you, too, Ms. Linda.

(both laugh)

- Crash, why didn't you tip me off before who you were?

- And tip off the killers, too?

Oh, no.

- Say, Crash, do you suspect anybody?

- Suspect anybody?

With Slade firing my gun and trying to frame me

with a couple of lying witnesses?

- Then it's your guess Slade's the leader of these outlaws.

- Well he may not be the big shot, but he's mixed up

with that gang somehow.

- Now what do you aim to do, Crash?

- Well I reckon we'd better let Slade run footlose and

follow his tracks.

Now this is what we'll do.

Of course, with your approval, sheriff.

Now.

(lively piano music)

- Jake

Have Slade and the boys come into my office.

- Yes, Mr. Corbin.

(lively piano music)

Slade.

The boss wants to see you and the boys in his office.

- All right, Jake.

Hello, Mr. Corbin.

- Well, Slade, I suppose you are very proud

of yesterday's work.

- Oh, so you heard about me bringing Corrigan in, huh?

- I heard, the whole town knows.

Why did you bring him in alive?

You know dead men can't talk.

- Why, I thought he'd be a good fall guy

for Bill Barlow's murder.

- You thought.

Just remember this, Slade, I do the thinkin' in my business

and not you!

And another thing.

How do you know that Prescott's night rider

was killed outright?

- [Slade] Didn't the coroner bring in his body

on the same night?

- That's right.

But before he died he coulda blabbed the whole story

to Prescott.

Every time I'm out of town on business you mess things up.

That'll be all for now.

- [Sheriff] Good night, Corrigan, and good luck.

- Good night, sheriff.

Oh, Alibi, you better check back at the saloon.

I'm worried about Denny.

- Okay, I will.

- We're takin' care of your horse, Corrigan.

- And I tied off that bay horse where you told me to.

- See you in the morning.

- [Crash] Good night.

- Good night, sheriff.

- So long.

Say, if you need me, my phone's 156.

- Okay.

(phone rings)

- Sheriff Harley speaking.

Yes, yes, he's here.

It's for you, Alibi.

- Hello.

Yeah?

Well where in the heck are you, you had us worried.

Oh.

I see.

Yeah.

Okay, Denny.

See you in the mornin'.

Goodbye.

This is Denny, I'll have to tell Crash.

- Okay.

- Well I finally got a call from Denny.

- You did?

- Yeah, he says he's hired himself out to Prescott Ranch.

- [Crash] Mm-hm.

- He figures that he'll be mighty useful there.

- He shows mighty good taste, Prescott's daughter

is a mighty beautiful girl.

- Oh, that double-crosser!

- Ha, it looks like Denny's got you where you can't do much

about it.

- Aw, why do these things always happen to me?

(Alibi and sheriff laugh)

- Well so long, sheriff.

- Good night, Alibi.

(tense music)

- [Girl] Play it.

("You Wink at Me and I'll Wink at You")

♫ Now you wink at me and I'll wink at you

♫ The more that we do, the less we'll be bored

♫ Sometimes when it seems our dreams won't come true

♫ You wink at me and I'll wink at you

♫ In stories of old, we've often been told

♫ How dragons were slain by warriors bold

♫ Now we won't be scared by that bug-a-boo

♫ You wink at me and I'll wink at you

♫ Yo do li le hoo

♫ Yo do li le hoo

♫ Yo do li le hoo le hoo

♫ Le hi hi le hi hi yo do li le hoo

♫ Yo do li le hoo

♫ Yo do li le hoo

♫ Le hi hi le hi hi yo do li le hoo

♫ Yo do li le hoo le hoo

(crowd applauds)

("Wait for the Wagon")

♫ Will you come with me my Phyllis

♫ To yon blue mountain free

♫ Where the blossoms smell the sweetest

♫ Come roam along with me

♫ It's every Sunday mornin' when you are by my side

♫ We'll jump into the wagon and we'll all take a ride

♫ Wait for the wagon, wait for the wagon

♫ Wait for the wagon and we'll all take a ride

(fingers thump rhythmically)

♫ Wait for the wagon, wait for the wagon

♫ Wait for the wagon and we'll all take a ride

♫ Le yo yo yo ho le hi

♫ Yo do le hi hi hi yo

♫ Le yo yo ho yo yo ho le hi hi

♫ Hi yo do le hi

(crowd applauds)

- How about playing Old Paint for us?

- Sure, sure.

("Old Paint")

- Looks like Linda's taking quite a shine to Denny, mother.

- Only young once, Fred.

(Crash knocks)

(audience applauds)

- [Crash] Howdy.

- Good evening.

- Are you Mr. Prescott?

- I am.

What can I do for you?

- Have you a Mr. Moore working for you?

- Why, yes, he's, uh--

- I'd like to talk to him.

Privately.

- Nothing serious, I hope.

- Not too serious.

- Won't you come in?

- Oh, no, thanks, I'll just wait for him out here.

- Very well, I'll send him out.

- Thank you.

- There's someone on the front porch to see you, Denny.

- See me?

Thank you, Mr. Prescott.

Hello, Crash, glad to see you, come on in.

- Mm-hmm.

I know how glad you are to see me.

- (laughs) What's the matter, are you jealous?

Can't you take it?

- And how I've taken it.

I've been in jail all day,

for the murder of Bill Barlow.

- Bill dead?

- Yeah.

- Wait a minute, I'll ride into town with you.

- Oh, no, Denny.

You're much better placed out here.

As much as I hate to admit it.

- I always said it was bad policy to take a man on

without some kind of recommendations.

- I'm to blame, dad.

I guess you can't go by first impressions.

- It wasn't your fault, Linda.

- All right, Crash, I understand.

I'll contact Alibi at the hotel if anything pops up

out here.

(gun fires)

(adventurous music)

(gun fires)

(gun fires) (glass shatters)

- Go on and get into the other room.

- Get away from here. - Don't open windows.

(gun fires)

(rifle fires)

(gun fires)

- Come on, let's get outta here, we'll know in the morning

whether we got Prescott.

(adventurous music)

- What's the matter, what's the trouble?

- Oh, an hombre took some shots at us from a small car.

- It sounded like a four-cylinder.

- Dad, dad, what's happened?

- It's all right, Linda, we'll be right back.

- Hey, Mr. Prescott, have you got a phone?

- Why, yes.

- I wanna use it.

- [Mr. Prescott] All right.

(someone knocks)

- Yeah?

- You're wanted on the telephone, Mr. Terhune.

There it is.

- Hello.

- Alibi?

Don't repeat anything and don't talk, just listen.

- Yeah, that's all I do anyhow.

Go ahead, shoot.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

No, I mean, yeah.

- Watch for a four-cylinder car that might drive into town.

Get me?

- I get you.

So long.

No privacy.

- And now you know, Mr. Prescott, why Denny, Alibi, and I

came to Winston.

- Well, boys,

you can depend on me and my men.

If you need any help, just say the word.

We're at your disposal.

- Well, thanks, I may do just that.

Denny, I'm riding back to town.

You stay here and keep your other eye open.

- Okay, Crash.

But you better take the back trails into town.

There's no use taking any unnecessary chances.

- Good night, Ms. Linda.

And, uh, maybe someday we can take a ride together.

- Maybe.

- And good evening, Mrs. Prescott.

- You must come out again.

- Thank you, and you can depend on that.

- Good night, Crash, and good luck.

- Thanks.

Uh, by the way, Mr. Prescott.

- Yes?

- Denny is quite a lady's man,

and you have a very lovely daughter.

But I don't want Denny to forget that he's on a very

important assignment.

- I'll take care of that.

So long.

(gentle music)

(hooves clatter)

(tense music)

(car rumbles)

- Kyper, drop my rifle off at the house.

I'll see you at the saloon later.

(tense music)

- (whistles) Crash!

Crash!

There's that car you phoned about.

Two fellas got out and one of 'em had a rifle.

- Who were they?

- Well it's so dark I couldn't see.

But I did get the numbers on the license plate

and I'm gonna check and find out who owns the car.

Well, say, Crash, does this mean anything to you,

this truck?

- No, not much, why?

- Oh, I read one time in the papers where automobile thieves

would steal cars, drive them into a moving van,

and the van would cart 'em away.

- Alibi,

you're not so dumb.

What do you say we have a little look, huh?

- Sure.

What do you think Crash?

- [Crash] Oooh, I've been around ranches too long to mistake

that odor for anything but cattle.

(crank clatters)

- [Alibi] 20 to 30 head a trip would make

a nice little business.

- [Crash] Let's get outta here.

I reckon this van's gonna ride somebody right into

the penitentiary.

Take the horse.

I'm going back to jail.

(determined music)

(cattle low)

(cowboys prod) (cattle low)

(cowboys prod)

(suspenseful music)

(cowboys prod) (cattle low)

(suspenseful music)

(hooves clatter)

- Kyper, you stay here and take care of the cattle.

We'll pick 'em up later.

- I wish you wasn't working this county, it's gettin' hot.

- Well, this will be our last raid, and believe me,

I'm not takin' any chances today.

Parry, you guard the canyon road.

Take care of anybody who happens to be snoopin' around

this way.

- I get ya, Slade.

(suspenseful music)

(tense music)

- I'm going into town for the orders.

(tense music)

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

(frenzied music)

(punch lands)

(frenzied music)

(punch lands) (Parry cries out)

- All right, get on your horse.

(frenzied music)

All right, get movin' and don't try any tricks.

(hooves clatter)

Mr. Prescott, rustlers are cuttin' out some of your big herd

out of the north section.

I brought this lookout in for safekeeping.

- [Mr. Prescott] What do you think we ought to do, Denny?

- Tie this fellow up and you and some of the boys ride out

and keep watch.

I'm goin' to town and tell Crash.

- Get down.

All right, boys, take care of our new visitor.

(hooves clatter)

(hooves clatter)

- Hello, Crash.

- Hiya, Denny.

Meet Sheriff Harley.

- How are you, sheriff?

- I'm glad to know ya.

- What's up, Denny?

- Five or six riders in Prescott's north section.

They're cutting out part of his main herd.

- Well that can only mean one thing.

They're gonna pick up those cattle after dark

in that moving van.

Sheriff, let me out of here.

- That'll be risky, Corrigan, you an escaped prisoner.

That'll be a good excuse for that gang to shoot you

on sight.

- Well that's a chance I'll have to take.

Round up your deputies and stand by.

Oh, uh, Denny, go up the hotel and get Alibi.

- Okay, Crash.

- What are you figurin' on doin', Crash?

- Well let's wait till Alibi gets here and

then we'll lay our plans.

(hooves clatter)

(engine rumbles)

- I think I know who that puddle jumper belongs to now.

- I don't get you.

- Well you go right over to the sheriff's.

I'll meet you there shortly.

Hey, Jake.

Who does that Ford Roadster belong to out there?

- Belongs to Slade, why?

- Oh, I was figurin' maybe I could rent it.

I wanna go over to Sundown on a little business.

- Well Slade's in Mr. Corbin's office now.

I'll ask him.

Say, what do you suppose happened?

- What?

- When I gets back into the saloon, Terhune is gone.

So I moseys over to the door,

and I takes a look down the street.

What do you think?

He's going into the sheriff's office.

- I tell you, Corbin, I don't like the smell

of the whole thing.

Besides, there's government regulations,

the public has stopped buying black market beef.

We'll liable to get caught red-handed!

- Aw, don't get jittery, Slade, we're not givin' up yet.

We're going through with our work as planned

and then move out of here.

Hey, Jake,

when Terhune gets back get a hot shot into him

that will put him out of circulation for 24 hours.

- Leave it to me.

- Get Bill to gas up the moving van.

Tell him to pick up the cattle at Grady's property line

at 10 o'clock tonight.

I'll see you boys later.

We're gonna have a nice little bankroll to split.

- Be taken care of, Corbin.

- That moving van pulled into town last week, Corrigan.

The driver's boardin' over at Mrs. Ferguson's.

Said he stripped a gear and is waitin' for new one

from the factory.

- Well, anyway, it's my guess that Slade and Corbin

are behind the whole thing.

- Alibi, I reckon you'd better get back and let us know

if you hear anything.

- Okay, Crash.

- What about me, Crash?

- Well, I reckon you'd better get back and keep your eye

on that truck driver.

- Yeah, I think I'll hang around that truck.

That's where he'll show up if he's mixed up

with that gang of rustlers.

- That's right.

- Here he comes.

- [Alibi] Hello, Jake.

- Hello, Mr. Terhune.

Oh, this is Slade that owns that puddle jumper

you wanted to rent.

- Oh, I may have to go over to Sundown--

- Well, that's all right, go right ahead and use it.

- Well, thanks!

What do I owe you for it?

- Well I don't know, uh,

I'll tell ya.

Suppose you set up the drinks for the three of us?

Is that fair enough?

- That's super!

What'll you have?

- [Slade] Well I'll have a little of that, uh,

Kentucky bourbon.

- [Alibi] That's good enough for me.

- Oh, Slade.

Is that Mr. Terhune with you?

- [Slade] Why, yes, this is Mr. Terhune.

- I heard you were riding over to Sundown.

- Oh, I figured I might.

- I'd thank you to take a package over for me,

and if you do I'll leave it here with Jake at the bar.

- Oh, I'll be glad to do it for you, Mr.--

- Corbin's the name.

- Uh, Corbin.

- Thanks again.

- Well, here's how.

- [Alibi] Down the hatch.

(suspenseful music)

- Slim.

Hurry back to the ranch and telephone Crash.

- Tell him to come out with the sheriff?

- Just say that the rustlers are holding a bunch of cattle,

waiting for something of somebody.

Ask him what we're supposed to do.

Understand?

- Ya.

- Get goin'.

(tense music)

- I'm not goin' to Sundown, Jake, I,

I'm too sleepy.

- [Slade] Hey, Jake, give me a hand to get him up

to his room, he's had too much to drink!

Can't take it, I guess.

(crowd chatters)

- He went out like a light.

- Get word to Bill to pick up the cattle in the truck

at six o'clock this evening instead of 10.

I've changed my plans.

We're gonna pull that raid before dark.

- Okay, Corbin.

- You better get back on the range, Slade,

I'll see you later tonight.

(tense music)

(engine rumbles)

(engine rumbles)

(tense music)

- No, Slim.

Tell Prescott to lay low and just watch.

We'll be out with the sheriff later.

- All right, Corrigan.

What?

You want me to come to town?

But how can I take a message to Mr. Prescott

and come to town, too?

- Let me talk to him, Slim.

Hello, Crash, this is Linda.

I can go.

- All right, Linda.

But please be careful.

Goodbye.

(someone knocks loudly)

- I got the lowdown on the whole setup, Crash.

- You have?

- Yeah, Corbin's the big shot.

And they're pickin' up the cattle,

Prescott's' ranch, at six o'clock this evening

with the truck.

- Well where's Corbin?

- At the hotel.

- And Slade?

- He's ridden out of town.

- Sheriff, we got a little job to do right now.

- What's on your mind, Crash?

- I'm picking up Corbin on suspicion of rustling,

and I want you to hold him incommunicado.

- Well watch out for Jake the bartender,

he's in on the know.

- We're making an arrest right now.

Oh, uh, Alibi, you'd better stay here.

We won't be gone long.

- Okay.

(tense music)

- Why, hello, sheriff.

What'll it be?

- Just a little quiet, Jake, I don't like noise.

That's his office, Crash.

- Your name Corbin?

- Why, yes, and you?

- My name is Corrigan, I didn't come here to mince words.

- I'm glad to know you, Mr. Corrigan,

but why all the decorations?

- I'm arresting you on suspicion of cattle rustling

and murder.

(men scuffle) (suspenseful music)

(punch lands)

(punch lands)

(punch lands)

(punch lands)

(punch lands)

(punch lands)

(punch lands)

(punch lands)

(punch lands)

(punch lands)

(punch lands)

(punch lands)

Bring that soda jerk along, they'll make good cell mates.

- Come on, Jake, the state will take care of you

from now on.

- I know my rights, sheriff, and I demand legal action!

- I told you, Corbin, this phone is being held open

for a long-distance call.

- He's giving you that incommunicado thing.

- [Sheriff] You can phone right after eight tonight.

- Besides, it's cheaper, you'll get the night rate.

- Well, here I am, sheriff.

Swear me and lead me to 'em.

- Don't you know it's against the law to carry

concealed weapons?

- Oh, I didn't think they was concealed.

Anyhow, I didn't aim to hide 'em.

(Crash and Alibi laugh)

- Well you better start takin' them off, Slim,

because you're driving a truck tonight.

- Oh, gee, I just got 'em on.

- Uh-oh, it's 4:20.

Things should start poppin' before long.

(tense music)

- You drivin' this truck?

- Why, no, I, uh--

- What are you doing with the keys?

- Say, who are you, and what business is this of yours?

- Maybe this will satisfy ya.

- I don't know what you're talkin' about.

(frenzied music)

(punch lands)

(punch lands)

- All right, your next stop's the sheriff's office.

Get movin'.

- I'll give Denny just 10 minutes more.

I sure hope he hasn't miscalculated in any of our plans.

- Aw, stop your worrying, Crash.

Denny may stop to flirt with a pretty girl

when there's nothin' important happenin'.

- And how.

- But when he's a-workin' he's always right there

on the job.

- Just like me.

I'm always there when things are a-poppin'.

(steps plod)

- Lock this man up, sheriff, for assault and battery

and resisting an officer.

- Come on.

- Denny, did you get the keys to the moving van?

- No, I let them hang in the door of the cab.

- Slim, here's where you get to do your good turn.

You know where the hay shed is near the livery stable?

- Sure.

Wasn't I born there?

- Well you get over there and drive that moving van

in front of the office here, hmm?

- Yes, sir!

- Dad, are we going to stay out here all day?

- You now what Crash said.

We're just to lay low and watch.

I don't think the Cattlemen's Association

would send men out here who didn't know

what they were doing.

(frenzied music)

- Look, they're mounting their horses.

(truck rumbles)

(suspenseful music)

- There's the truck, Kyper.

- Yeah, and am I sure glad this is our last job

in these parts.

- Yeah, and you're talking to me, too.

Well, come on, give me a hand with that tailgate

on the truck.

You better stay here with the cattle.

- Dad, they'll be getting away with the cattle

before Crash and the boys get here.

- Yes, and once they're in that truck, no horse

could overtake them.

(hooves clatter) (suspenseful music)

(hooves clatter)

- Now you fellas know what Crash told us to do.

- [Slade] Chase the cattle over to the truck, fellas!

(cowboys prod and whistle)

(suspenseful music)

- Why don't the boys get here?

(cowboys prod and whistle)

(hooves clatter)

(guns fire)

(guns fire)

(guns fire continuously)

- We've been double-crossed!

- Yeah, hightail it to the hills, fellas!

(guns fire repeatedly)

(frenzied music)

(guns fire repeatedly)

(guns fire repeatedly) (frenzied music)

(guns fire repeatedly) (frenzied music)

(guns fire repeatedly) (frenzied music)

(guns fire repeatedly) (frenzied music)

- I told you I’d make you laugh out of the

other corner of your mouth.

Let's go.

(hooves clatter)

- Corbin.

Slade.

Kyper.

Bill.

Jed.

- That’s the spirit, Alibi.

There’s more than one way to win

this battle on the home front.

- That’s right, Denny.

You know, folks,

this home front is mighty important.

Maybe we can’t all turn in scrap,

but we can all get in it.

One way is to buy from honest dealers,

and put black market men

like Corbin out of business.

(somber music)