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Morning, Betsy.

What are you doing up so early?

I might ask the same of you.

It so happens I got work to do.

The truth is, you're worried
about him, aren't you, Trampas?

Hey, you go on back to bed.

You shouldn't be out here like that.

My robe is warm.

Trampas, you'll side with him, won't you?

Even if the others turn against him?

Well, I am taking his pay.

I'm sorry. That was a silly question.

I know the pay has nothing to do with it.

I'll go along with the judge, Betsy.

He'll do what he thinks is right.

Morning, judge. Mr. Croft.

Thought I'd have another look

in case I get the word today to go ahead.

You made up your mind?

Well, frankly, sir, I can't understand

why you should have any
difficulty reaching a decision

everything considered.

I asked the other ranchers to meet me in town

this afternoon.

I'll let you know after the meeting.

Well, the whole thing is up to you.

I don't see how their opinion really matters.

It matters to me.

When Betsy was a child, we used to come

and picnic in this valley.

It has special meaning for...

both of us.

Judge, you can't let memories get in the way.

Judge! Judge Garth!

Judge, I gotta talk to you.

Got a meeting to make, Mr. Burns.

That's what I want to talk to you about.

Yeah, we've discussed it many
times in the past. I know how you feel.

You can't stand with those other ranchers, Judge.

You gotta think about the people of this town,

what it'll mean to us.

There's just no two ways about it.

You gotta do what's right.

I'm trying to, Mr. Burns.

Judge Garth. Jack.

How are you, sir?

You just don't stop growing, do you?

Oh, when I got big enough to whip him,

I figured that was enough.

Ah, never the best day you ever saw.

How are you, Milo? Fair enough.

Your wife better today? Better, thanks.

Well... looks like we're early.

Don't worry. The rest will be here on time.

Well, you know where I'll
be, Dad, after the meeting.

Good to see you again, judge.

Keep out of trouble.

If there's nothing better to do.

Judge.

They grow up so fast.

Well... maybe it's not as fast as we think.

But we, we just don't like to recognize change...

till it's forced on us.

Meaning... you've made up your mind?

Just about, Milo.

I'm sorry to hear that, judge.

There's a rumor that you're buying free lunches.

Now, don't you believe it. Another cup.

Figured I'd find you here on your day off.

What else is there to do? I know a girl.

Oh, you know her? What good is that gonna do me?

Happens she's got a sister.

Well, lead. I'll follow.

Only trouble is, they live in Cheyenne.

Oh!

Now, let's see, I'll need a
week off to get there and back.

Well, that's another one that got away.

Well, they're always best-- like fish.

Shall some swim our way.

Good.

Guess the meeting's started by now.

Yeah.

Any idea how the judge will go?

Well, last I heard, he was still on the fence.

One thing for sure, my dad won't budge.

And if he's pushed, there's bound to be trouble.

We're going fishing in
Cheyenne the first week I get off.

Hey, is she pretty? Huh.

Judge, you can't go through with this.

I was hoping you'd understand.

We know what'll happen.

That's right, judge.

I saw it as a kid,

what they did to our homestead in West Virginia.

They'll go from ridge to ridge,

valley to valley, tearing up the land.

In no time at all, it won't be fit

for our cattle to run on.

Milo, I know what strip mining can do.

Well, then why put a gun to every rancher's head?

If you look at the engineer's report...

you'll see that that coal mine

only cuts across a corner of the range.

That means it'll be confined

to the Twin Oaks area adjacent to my land.

Not much of the rangeland will be affected.

Even the railroad that hauls the coal out

won't run across any of your land,

because I'll give them the right of way.

Judge, who's gonna work the mine?

Mr. Croft tells me that
miners are being brought in

from the coal fields of Pennsylvania.

Yeah, well, what kind of miners?

What kind? Experienced ones, I guess.

I mean, Germans, Polacks, Russians? What?

Polish. Bohunks.

I remember what it was like in my hometown

after the Polacks took over.

In no time at all, you wouldn't know the place.

They don't live like us or talk like us

or think like us.

They stick to themselves so you can't
get to know them even if you want to.

But they're different in every way.

All right, so they're different.

Well, you can't walk away from that.

Sit down, Jim.

Sit down.

What counts is what the
mine will do to the range.

If they start tearing it up,

there's no telling where it'll end.

Judge, there's no room on our range

for anything but cattle.

It's a common range, Milo.

They've got mineral rights from the government.

If you won't give them the right of way

to lay track across your land,

they won't be able to
get in to haul the coal out.

Which means no mine!

And the range stays as it
is. So, why ask for trouble?

Because nothing stands still!

If it doesn't grow, it
dies. That's the law of life.

You know it and I know it.

We've gone about as far
as we can working the land.

About all that can happen now

is each rancher holding on to everything

he's carved out for himself.

What's wrong with that?

I slaved all my life to
save something for my son.

I aim to keep it for him.

Like everyone here for his family.

That's not enough.

Like it or not, we've got a responsibility

that goes far beyond any
of us, or our own interests.

There's the future of Medicine Bow, for one.

You know what more people and another payroll

can mean to this town?

How it'll help it grow?

What a mining operation in this area

can mean to this part of Wyoming?

All the new business and
new industry it would bring?

Out of our pockets.

I know it'll hurt at first.

We'll have to cut down the size
of the herds we run on the range.

But in time to come...

we can only profit by that mine there.

Because we didn't stand in the
way of progress and get passed by.

Judge, you're asking every rancher here

to dig his own grave.

I'm sorry you gentlemen can only see today.

I was hoping not to have to
stand up to this alone, but if I must.

Good day.

Easy, boy.

That does it.

Unless there's a question. No.

Won't seem the same without you, judge.

First roundup you've missed that I know of.

Yeah. Can't be helped.

Hey, you wanted to see me, judge?

Yeah. About the roundup.

Well, you want me to give your
foreman here a few pointers, huh?

Such as?

Well, how to handle a five legged calf,

and how to tell a cow from a bull.

Well, that'll have to hold
off until the next roundup.

Sorry, professor. You're not going.

What do you mean, I'm not going?

Judge, I don't know what
brought this about, but--

I need you here.

When you're short of hands on the trail?

Must be mighty important, then.

It is.

I hope he measures up at least halfway.

Good luck, Judge.

Now, make sure you know
which end of the iron's hot.

Ah.

Well, I suppose you know the
miners are coming in tomorrow.

Word's around.

About as quiet as a thunderstorm, I'll bet.

Well, you know how the other ranchers feel.

Yeah, well...

you know those people are coming into a country

that's totally strange to them.

They're gonna set up camp at Twin Oaks.

Well, I want you to stay with them.

Help get them settled. But why me?

Nursemaid a bunch of gophers?

Well, frankly, the Virginian was my first choice,

but I couldn't spare him,

and since I won't be leaving Shiloh...

You mean, you're not
going on the roundup, either?

No, I'm gonna stay right here.

You must expect trouble.

You think the other ranchers
are gonna start something?

Mm, I don't think so, but...
maybe your being with them

will help smooth the way.

Oh, I know it's a big responsibility,

but you can handle it.

Thanks.

Judge Garth. Oh, Mr. Croft.

Judge, I'd like you to meet Mr. Antek Wolski.

Pleased to meet you. And his son, Jan.

Welcome to Medicine Bow.

Thank you, thank you. My English not too good.

Nonsense. It's good enough

for you to act as spokesman for everyone here.

Well, Mr. Wolski, will you please tell him

we're ready to load up?

Right this way. Hi.

Right this way.

Hello, miss. Oh, hello.

Miss whatever your name is.

Polcia. My name's Jack.

Hello. Polcia what?

You wouldn't be able to say it.

Try me.

Porzyzskisiskiporski.

Porzyz...

And that's only the half of it.

What's the rest of it? Oh, you--

Even I can't say it. Where are you from?

Wilkes-Barre.

Pennsylvania? Mm-hmm.

You are a cowboy, aren't
you? First one you've seen?

Mm-hmm. Except out of the train window.

So, I'm the first cowhand you've spoken to.

Mm-hmm.

Well, then, let me be the first to
welcome you to Medicine Bow.

Oh, thank you.

Give me that. Come, Polcia.

I'll take it. I've got it.

I said, I'll take it. Please, Jan.

Jack.

How about giving me a helping hand

where I need it? He talks like he owns her.

That's his hard luck. "Hard luck"?

Did you get a look at her?

Yeah, enough to see she's a package of trouble.

Trouble is something I don't want, so stay away.

All I know is, there's no ring on her finger.

Will you get out of here?

Kielbasa.

It's an old Polish dish. I hope you like it.

Uh... I'm sure it tastes as good as it smells.

Thank you, ma'am.

Polcia. I made it for you.

I mean, you've done so much for all of us here.

It's just my job, ma'am.
Polcia. Is that hard to say?

"Polcia"? That's not hard to say at all.

Jan and his father eating with us?

No, they took their lunch
with them, like the others.

I think I'll join them. Oh.

I thought we could... eat over there.

Like a picnic. Some other time, thanks.

I have some things to talk over with Mr. Wolski.

Walzchek, tell the men it's time to eat.

All right.

Kielbasa, gentlemen.

Polcia said it never tasted better.

Polcia?

Yes, she said how it was your favorite.

Why did not she bring?

What's she doing? Well, what do women always do?

Keeping busy, I guess.

Hey, where you go?

No, I want you to eat. Soon we go back to work.

I'm not hungry.

Hello, Polcia. Oh, hello.

Jack. Remember? Mm-hmm.

You'll find your friend where
they are working near the camp.

Oh, I didn't come here to see Trampas.

I came here to see you.

I'd have come sooner, only I've been riding herd.

You know, a man could look at you forever,

sitting there, just like that.

I'm sorry. No, no, it's time I got back.

Try this. It'll be wet.

Well, I don't think the bandana will mind.

Jack the ankle dryer. You never heard about me?

Your friend never mentioned it.

Well, you ask old Trampas.

That wouldn't do much good.
He hardly ever speaks to me.

Is he that way with every girl?

Who, Trampas?

Listen, that boy's a regular maverick.

Let him loose where there's a pretty woman,

and you can't even corral him.

Why, I remember when-- Yes?

Come to think of it, I can't remember.

How long have you known him?

Around about four years. Four years.

Then you are good friends? More like brothers.

Does he have a girl? Trampas?

How come you ask that? Well, does he?

Not that I know of.

Look, I came here to see you.

All we've done is talk about Trampas.

Will you give me a ride back to the camp?

I asked you something. Well, if you won't...

Polcia.

Get down. You better get out of the way.

Get down. Please let us alone.

You heard her.

Please go.

I'll be with Trampas if you
want to go looking for me.

I know what you are thinking,

and I know what you are going to say.

What do you expect me to say?

Sneaking off the meet another man.

I didn't meet him. He happened to be passing by.

You expect me to believe that?

Believe what you want.

He was the one at the railroad station.

All I did was talk to him.

Let me catch him near you again.

You mean you don't trust me? Oh, it's not that.

What, then? When you
won't let me out of your sight?

I know what a man feels being near you.

I know how I feel.

Oh, Polcia, let's not wait any longer.

We're starting a new life here.

Let's start it together. Marry me now.

Jan, please, try to understand.

I don't want to hurt you, but...

I'm not ready to get married.

After all these years, and you're still not sure?

I don't know what it is.

But back there in that little town,

I... I hardly ever speak to someone else.

You kept everyone away from me.

They were too scared of what you might do.

And I never needed anybody but you.

I still don't.

But I do. Don't you understand that?

I want to be free,

to think my own thoughts, to live my own life.

I love you, Polcia.

That's all the life I want.
But it isn't enough for me.

Don't you understand that?

For the first time,

I feel like I am part of the world.

"The world"? You mean him?

No. Why don't you understand?

Then you understand.

Stay away from him.

Back there, you could own me.

But not here.

I can't keep the men away from town forever.

If they don't go there to relax,

there'll be trouble here.

I don't know. The way some folks in town feel--

I know, I know. There's a risk.

But the longer we keep them apart,

the more chance there is of hate building up.

If we're ever to live together side by side,

the sooner we try to do this, the better.

I guess you're right.

Well, let's hope there won't be any trouble.

If there is, Judge Garth will have my scalp.

Good night, Mr. Wolski. Good night, young man.

What are you doing here?

I want to talk to you.

If somebody saw you come in, they'd think--

I know, and I'm sorry to come here, but...

there was no other way to talk to you.

What have I done to make you angry with me?

Well, what makes you think that?

You don't have to say it. Whenever I
come near you, you make certain to leave.

You keep avoiding me.

You'd better go.

Not until I know why you are angry with me.

I don't want to cause trouble,

and I know how Jan feels about you.

Are you afraid of him? You're spoken for.

"Spoken for"?

All it needs is a preacher, and you're his wife.

But I never told you I would marry him.

That's not how I heard it.

Jan says you've been
spoken for since you were 15.

No.

Still, when a man feels he... You belong to him.

But I could never help what he felt.

I came to live with him and his father

after my father was killed in a mine accident.

I was his from that first day.

I couldn't have any friends of my own.

Girls or boys. Everyone was afraid--

Afraid of what he would do.

There was one boy. He wasn't afraid.

He took me to a church dance,

and in the middle of that dance...

But that is all in the past.

I left that life behind me.

I knew.

I knew something wonderful
would happen to me here.

And it has.

First Jack, and now me.

Jack?

He was all mixed up when he saw you today.

I told him he couldn't come around here anymore.

Why did you do that?

It's my job to keep things running smooth,

not to stir up trouble.

Was that the real reason?

Go on.

Don't come in here again.

So, you met Jack Henderson again.

I told you to stay away from him.

Leave me alone.

Well, there's nothing like tying one on

on a Saturday night.

Especially when the boss' son is buying.

If I have to haul you back,

it'll come out of your pay.

Bohunks.

Hey, Jan.

Hey, Jan.

Beat him or he'll be bragging about it.

We'll never hear the end of it. Come on!

Come on, Jan. Let's get him, Jan.

Come on, Jan! Come on!

Hey! Anybody want to try against Jan?

He who beats Jan, I buy his drinks

for the whole night!

I'm your man.

Jan!

If you're looking for a fight, we'll settle this.

Get yourself a gun, mister.

From where I come, a man
fights with his bare hands.

No!

Hey, he's had enough!

Jack? Hey!

He don't need that.

Jan, he's dead.

You blame me, don't you?

Come in.

I want you to close down the right of way

that you gave the company.

That'll force them to shut the mine.

With no mine to work, the
miners will have to move on.

We've got to get them out of here

before there's more bloodshed.

Milo, I know how your
son's death has affected you.

It was a terrible accident--

It was murder. Brutal murder.

My son was deliberately beaten to death.

At any rate, that's for a
coroner's jury to decide.

No question of how they'll find.

There may be no question in your mind, Parker,

but I'm sure the men on the jury

will decide the case on the facts.

I'm sure of that, too.

That miner was strong.

He deliberately provoked the fight.

With his strength,

Jack didn't stand a chance against him.

He set out to kill him. Those are the facts.

That's just what the jury will decide.

And when they charge him with murder,

those Polacks will try to tear this town apart.

I know them.

That's why you've got to shut the mine down.

To prevent more trouble than we've ever seen.

Well?

I'm not closing the right of way.

I happen to think those miners will accept

whatever decision the jury renders.

Well, those dirty Polacks will--

Oh, shut up, Parker!

It was your decision that
brought them here in the first place.

I hoped that you'd use some
sense to listen to reason.

I hope you'll be able to live with yourself

knowing you could've
stopped what's going to happen.

Milo.

You both seem to expect trouble

if that coroner's jury charges him with murder.

What if they don't?

Then there's sure to be trouble.

I am Jan Wolski's father.

I can only let it one at a time.

You go in first, and tell him I'm here.

Jan.

Speak English, please.

Polcia is here. I don't want to see her.

Jan, I want to know what happened.

You know what happened. I killed a man.

I killed him with my bare hands.

But I must know, did you mean
to kill him, or was it an accident?

What is the difference? Either way, he is dead.

Jan, Jan, they're going to hold something--

What they call an inquest--

To learn if you meant to kill him or not.

Do you think what I say will make any difference?

They're going to believe
what they want to believe.

Or worse. But I must know.

Not for them, but for myself.

Now, tell me the truth.
Was it an accident or not?

I could've smashed in his face

the first minute I saw him
put his hands on Polcia.

When I saw them together, and he was holding her,

I could've killed him then.

And that night,

when I knew she had seen him again...

I did not mean to kill him in that fight.

If I knew what was going to
happen, I would've stopped.

So, it was an accident.

It won't make any difference.

You know how they feel about us.

They're going to hang me anyway.

Jan, there is an old saying in Poland,

"A man is no man who will not fight for right."

Trampas.

I, uh...

I know how you feel about Jack.

We, uh...

Well, we all feel the same way.

Jan.

I wanted to tell you how sorry I am.

If what I did made you-- Kill?

Go ahead and say it. I'm a murderer.

Is that what you think? No, no, Jan, not.

I did not mean to kill him.

I know.

I could not do anything to hurt you.

Even if it meant losing you.

I could not kill someone you love.

But, Jan, you don't understand.

He meant nothing to me. Nothing?

He was just someone to
meet and talk to. That's all.

Then you didn't love him?

No.

Then everything is still the same between us.

Except now, when I get out of here--

And I will,

we're going to be married right away.

Polcia? No.

I'm not going to wait any more.

Don't make this difficult for us, Jan.

I have a deep feeling for you.

We grew up together and shared so much.

But it isn't love I feel for you,

not the love you want.

I can't help it, Jan.

There is someone else.

No. No one.

There must be someone else.

Who is it, Polcia? Who?

Jan! You are hurting me.

Jan?

What are you gophers doing in town?

We came to see my son.

Oh, you did, did you?

Well, you can come and
claim his body after he's hung.

Until then, we want you
and your kind out of this town.

You understand? Felton!

Leave him alone.

What's the matter with you, boy?

I said leave him alone.

They're getting out of town and staying out!

And you stay out of this!

You did not have to take our part, but you did.

And for this, we thank you.

But now, I think it's best that you leave us.

Well, I guess I ought to know why.

You belong with those
people, and yet you are with us.

But to them, you are a traitor.

And for a traitor, there is
more hate than for anyone.

That's one way to look at it.

Then you will leave us, hmm? No.

I can't help what they think.

That's their lookout. Mine is to do my job.

Each man has his own idea of what his job is.

I know mine.

Judge Garth told me to stay
here until you were settled,

and nobody can while there's still trouble.

And I'll only leave when it's done.

Ow.

Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you.

No, no, you didn't.

And I'm terribly sorry about your friend, Jack.

What happened wasn't your fault.

In a way, it was.

Perhaps if I hadn't come
here to see you that night...

What did that have to do with it?

Jan thought I'd been with Jack.

Well, why didn't you tell him the truth?

Because I was afraid.

Afraid of what Jan might do to a man I love.

I knew.

I knew almost from the beginning.

That's the way it was for me.

The first day I saw you at the station.

And that wanting afterwards to be with you,

just to be with you.

That night I kissed you for the first time

and made you leave...

it was like tearing me apart.

That's how I felt.

First time in my life, I-- I
don't understand myself.

I've never been more confused.

I only know I feel empty when I'm not with you.

I've never felt that way about anyone.

Is it so hard to say "I love you"?

Only when you mean it.

I love you.

I love you, Trampas.

I love you.

Polcia.

I want you to marry me.

No. I can't do that.

But if you love me-- I can't.

That doesn't make sense. Unless you're not sure.

I am sure, but-- Then why not?

Jan.

I told him I didn't love him,
that I could never marry him.

It made no difference.

He still feels I belong to him.

And if it gets out...

I won't let him stand in our way.

Sheriff, I know these miners.
I know the way they think.

Now, they're slow to take action,

but once they take it, it can't be stopped

except by killing them.

All right, I'm impressed.

And you must realize how important it is

that Jan Wolski is freed today.

That killing was an accident.

The miners know if he's held,

it's for one reason and
one reason only-- revenge.

And they'll free him, come what may.

Are you threatening me, Mr. Croft?

No, Sheriff, I'm making a
simple statement of fact!

Why to me?

Well, it's your job to keep the peace, isn't it?

If you can influence that verdict today,

it'll be in the interest of
peace as well as justice.

I think the coroner can reach a very just verdict

without anyone holding a gun at his head.

Sheriff, let's be realistic.
The coroner is a native son.

His jury is comprised of native sons,

and a native son was killed.

Accidentally, but killed
nonetheless, by an outsider.

An outsider, sheriff.

One of a group disliked and distrusted

by all native sons, even hated by some.

Now, you tell me what chance

that man has for a fair hearing.

Oh, people like you!

You see spooks in back of every door.

Everyone is a crook except you.

And we've got some of you on the
other side, too. What do you mean?

Oh, they were in here just ahead of you.

Had the same thing to say,
just the other way around.

We hold Jan Wolski to hang, or they'll
grab up the land where the miners live

and shake them out like a blanket full of snakes.

Well, what did you tell them?

Just what I'm gonna tell you.

Whatever verdict that jury finds,

I'm gonna back them up against all comings.

With fist, boot, or gun.

And if you stick your long nose

into this thing, I'm gonna twist it off.

You know where the door is.

A short one.

You, Trampas. You're in the wrong place.

That so? Well, look around, boy!

You don't see any Polacks in here, do you?

Now, why don't you just go on outside
with them where you belong, huh? Huh?

Hold it!

Now, let's don't waste our muscle

hitting each other.

Go on out.

Soak your head in a horse trough.

You've had a couple too many.

Have a drink with me.

Got one I'm working on, thanks.

Trampas, you were Jack's best friend.

Yes, I was.

I know how you feel about what happened.

It's times like these bring people together.

Felton, he thinks you're
standing up for the Polacks.

I know better. You're one of us.

You'll stand up with us when trouble comes.

I'm depending on that.

You expecting trouble?

Yes. I am.

When the coroner's jury
finds that Jack was murdered,

it means that Jan Wolski will be held for trial.

The miners are not going to like that.

No, they won't. Now, I'm expecting a fight...

and I need every able-bodied man

to make a line where the miners can see us.

Show enough strength.

And more than likely, they'll turn tail and run,

without a shot being fired.

I'm not sure they'll fight.

But if one started, they won't run from an army.

Oh, we may have to kill off a few

to run them out of the
country, but they'll run...

from us.

You're with us, aren't you?

No.

You can't be with them. Not that kind.

And just what kind are they?

Well, you've lived with them, boy.

Are they anything like us? The truth, now.

Can you eat their slop?

Or understand how they think or even talk?

They sound like a pack of
monkeys, now, don't they?

They're just as much my kind as you are.

You stand up with them,

you'll have to take what they take.

And give what they give.
I don't want that, either.

Walk easy, Mr. Henderson.

So Jack can rest easy.

Did you men reach a verdict?

Yes, we did, Hiram.

How say you?

We'd like to tell everybody

just how we came to decide the way we did.

Now, I don't suppose that's according

to the book, Hiram, but
is that all right with you?

It's all right with me.

We tried to take everything into account.

We talked about how strong Jan Wolski was,

how he must've known he could lick Jack easy,

even kill him if the fight went on long enough.

We paid close attention to the fact

that Dr. Martin said the death resulted

from bleeding in the brain, caused
by a hard blow or a series of blows.

All it takes to make it murder...

is the intention to kill.

Isn't that right, Hiram?

Yes, it is.

Now, we've all seen hard fighting,

we've seen men hit in the head
with fists and clubs and pistol butts.

All that happens is, they pass out,

wake up the next day with a headache.

Now, Jack's fight with Jan Wolski

as far as it went, was no worse than a lot.

Wasn't even as bad as some.

We can't say that Jan Wolski
meant Jack any more harm

than just to knock him out or make him quit.

Things that usually happen.

If he meant more,

Jack died before Wolski could get to him.

Died by accident.

That's our verdict. Jack's death was accidental.

Who were you looking for?
I don't know what you mean.

While we were dancing.

Nobody. I know you were.

Sorry. I can't help it.

Polcia?

Have you seen our friend Trampas?

No. Why do you ask me? Canvas walls are thin.

Come in.

Hank said you wanted to see me.

Yeah. You won't be going back to the mining camp.

If there's a reason, I might want to know why,

seeing as how my job's far from done.

I need you here, that's why.

You mean you expect trouble

now that the verdict didn't go Milo's way?

Expect it? I know it.

And I don't want you in the middle.

Do you know what Milo's gonna do and when?

If I knew, I'd have the sheriff stop him.

All I know is, it's just a matter of time.

Where are you going?

As I said, judge, my job's far from done.

You'd take on Milo and the whole bunch?

The sheriff won't stop them.

He can't! Not until they make the first move.

By then, it'll be too late. Trampas.

You can't hold me, judge.
Not even if it means my job.

To protect Jan Wolski?

Or is there another reason?

Both, I guess.

Take care.

Good night, judge.

Anybody up? JAN: Come in.

Good morning. Good morning, Mr. Wolski.

We missed you at the party last night.

Where were you?

I had to ride out to Shiloh,

where I got news of trouble,

and it's heading your way.

The boy's father?

And some ranchers out to set the law right.

When will they be here?

Well, they're not saying. If they
did, the sheriff would be on their tail.

Jan, I think it'd be a good
idea if you left for a while,

you know, came back
when Milo got back to himself.

I won't run and hide.

We have enough men and guns to protect Jan.

Now, you start butting heads,
and there'll be blood on both sides.

Let them come.

If we kill a few, maybe they will leave us alone.

You sound like you want a fight.

And they want to butcher,

burn us out, cut our throats.

What are you going to do?

If I can't stop you, maybe
Jack's father will listen.

You keep your men here
while I ride out to his ranch.

Trampas!

Trampas!

Where is he going? Why?

I want to know where he's going.

And I want to know why. Has something happened?

The ranchers want to kill me,

and he's going to try to stop them.

And you let him go alone?

Turn around and head back.

This is as far as you go.

I'm gonna kill that man come what may.

Run the rest of them out of here.

Then you'll have to start with me.

You'd fight us all?

I don't want to fight anyone.
I just mean to stop you.

Get out of the way. I don't want you hurt.

You heard him, Trampas.

You'd better get out of the way.

Darling.

No. No.

Polcia.

Polcia.

Polcia.

Is that enough blood for you?

Or do you want more?

Well, there's the man you want.

Go on. Shoot him down!

And then keep on going
and kill all the rest of them!

That'll bring your son back, won't it?

We better be getting back to the ranch.

I'll ride with you.

I know.

When you lose someone, it's as if--

It might be some help to you

if you try to understand that

in a way, what happened--

That her death has...

brought a measure of peace to this valley.

Oh, I know it'll be some time

before either side knows
or understands the other,

but... that'll come.

That'll come...

because of this tragedy.

Try to understand that.