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Well, Clay,

I'm thinking of making a little toast to celebrate my, uh...

Our campaign.

That gets me to remembering the first time

we drank together. You recall that situation?

Oh.

Yeah, I recall.

Sedalia, Texas. Sedalia.

I'd just finished reading the law and he'd just hit town with a herd of longhorns.

Yeah. My first big drive.

Green kid, big in the head, spoilin' for trouble.

Oh!

He was gonna do the town with the big boys.

Decided he could lick any three men in the place from another herd.

Dare I ask what happened?

Uh... Well...

I threw one punch and missed.

When they picked me up off of the floor, they threw me out into the street...

right through an expensive window, unfortunately.

Clay.

The owner said I had to pay for the damage.

I didn't agree, but the sheriff did.

Arrested me. Clay became my first client.

- You defended him? - Yes.

He convinced the sheriff I wasn't

responsible for the direction my body took...

when my feet left the saloon floor.

The other three had to pay for the damage.

Clay bought me a drink to celebrate.

He raised his glass...

and passed out flat on his back.

I did it on purpose. I didn't have the money to pay him for defending me.

We've covered a lot of years since then.

Yes, we have.

Well, here. I should be toasting you, Will.

You're going to make a fine congressional delegate.

Hear! Hear!

This could be a tough fight,

but with a loving wife and dear friends, we'll make it.

- Salud! - Salud!

This is no good. Let's get out of here.

Well, anybody crashes a party at your house, Will, they do a job of it.

Promise you I didn't order fireworks.

Oh, honey, it's all right. It's over. They've gone now.

They'll come back. You can count on it.

Now, darling, you mustn't behave this way.

Come on. Our guests will think you're a great big crybaby.

Well, I think she has a right.

Certainly scared me out of five years' growth.

But it's over now. It's all right, Mary.

No, it's not all right!

Those two are gonna keep on until they kill you.

I take it this has happened before.

Yes, it has.

Yesterday evening when Will was coming home from Medicine Bow...

he told me two men tried to stop him on the road.

He had to ride for his life!

Any idea who they were, Will?

It was too dark to see, and I didn't hang around to ask questions.

You all right, Judge? Everyone here all right?

Yeah. Just a little shaken up.

Did you see who they were?

No, I didn't. You want me to get the men and go after 'em?

No, you'll never find them. Get some sleep. Put Jeffers on guard till morning.

I think you should tell the sheriff in Medicine Bow.

I think we all ought to get some sleep and put it out of our minds.

I think that's a great idea.

We should go upstairs, have some hot tea and gossip ourselves to sleep.

What a mess.

I could use that drink we didn't get to finish.

Ah, here.

Don't be too concerned about it.

I've been a district judge for 18 years.

I've sentenced a lot of men,

made a lot of enemies.

These are not the first two that...

thought they had a grudge.

Well, I'm glad to see you're so calm about it, Will.

Here's to a calm, rational congressional delegate.

Thank you.

Ah.

Well, I think I could use some sleep myself.

- Good night, Clay. - Good night, Will.

Well, we ought to see each other once more before you hit the campaign trail, Will.

Have to talk about financing, you know.

How about the end of the month? Fine.

Meanwhile, I'll stop in Medicine Bow this morning...

and drop off the petition at the cattlemen's office.

We get enough signatures, we'll have you a blanket endorsement from the association.

It won't hurt a bit.

Thank you both.

Always good to see you, Elizabeth.

Now, honey, you stop worrying.

This tough old bird has survived this long,

he's not about to lose his tail feathers now.

Well, Holly!

Well, good-bye.

Giddyup.

Well, all right.

Well?

Oh! Mighty pretty! Mighty pretty.

You're going to spoil me.

Well, you thank the Virginian.

If he hadn't sent such a good-news wire, I wouldn't be so generous.

Did he say when he and the others would be coming back?

Well, since we got top dollar for the herd,

I have a hunch the Virginian'll let the boys cut loose for a couple of days...

before they head back.

- Probably be home by the end of the week. - Giddap!

It'll be good to see them.

Shiloh's been like a ghost ranch since they've been gone.

Nobody'll be happier to see them than Jim.

He certainly hasn't enjoyed being cooped up.

Well, he picked a bad time to be sick.

Giddap! Git!

Ho!

Stay in the buggy.

You better come out of there before I get nervous.

Don't shoot. Please. I'll come out.

I'm not gonna hurt you, girl. Come on out.

Who are you? What's your name?

Uh, Sally... Mason.

What's been going on around here?

- You all right? - Yes, I...

I-I guess. I...

You must have scared him off when you came along.

He was threatening to kill me.

Why?

Figured I could tell him something he wanted to know.

It takes a lot of explainin'.

- Do you know who he was? - Yes.

His name is Frank Thurman.

I met him a few months ago while I was working

as a typist for Judge McMasters in Laramie.

McMasters?

Yes. Do you know him?

Yes. We just left his ranch earlier this morning.

Well, then he did settle down in Medicine Bow when he retired.

Yes. He has a ranch three or four miles out of town.

Why don't you come along home with us?

It's safer than around here. We can talk about it.

Oh, well, uh...

I was hoping to get into Medicine Bow today.

You see, I'm looking for a job.

Come along with us and give yourself a chance to calm down.

You can ride with Elizabeth and me.

My husband can bring your rig.

I... am kind of unsteady.

We all are.

What do you think?

We'll talk about it later.

Giddap.

Whoa.

Hi. Hello, Jim.

Hi. Hi.

Sally, this is Jim.

Jim, that's Sally. Hello.

Hi, Jim.

Oh, uh...

Excuse me. Shall we go inside?

Oh, hi, Mr. Grainger. Hi.

When you get your eyeballs straightened out, you can stable these horses.

Yeah. Appears you're feeling better.

Fine. Say, have you heard anything?

Yeah. They're gonna be here in a few days.

Well, now that is good news. Yeah.

Milking cows and feeding chickens just ain't my idea of ranch work.

Well, maybe if you have supper with us tonight at the house...

it'll ease the pain.

Well, it just might.

And you say you first met this Frank Thurman 10 months ago?

Yes.

Then about two weeks ago I was in a restaurant in Laramie...

and he came up to me and started asking me questions...

about what the judge did with his official records when he retired.

His records? Yes.

I told him I didn't know, but he wouldn't believe me.

He started to get rough.

Luckily there were some gentlemen in the restaurant at the time and they helped me.

Hmm. Well, did he say what he wanted with those records?

I didn't ask.

I do remember that the Thurman family was

involved in a land dispute with the railroad.

The judge ruled on the case.

This Frank Thurman...

Maybe he just wanted to finish the conversation he started in the restaurant.

I guess you know what I'm thinking.

Now, this thing that happened to us on the road.

Maybe it's tied in with what happened at the ranch last night...

and the day before.

I have a feeling the judge may want to talk to you, Sally.

Yes, I-I guess he would.

Well, I could go over there. No, no. Not you.

- I can drive back. - Yes, you could.

And be back well before dark too, if you started right away.

Well, I think Jim should go with her.

I'll tell him to get ready.

Excuse me. I'll get my things.

I was wondering...

I-I'm kind of tired.

If I could take a little nap.

I think that's a good idea.

Come on. I'll show you the guest room.

Thank you.

Hi, Mr. Grainger. How is, uh... How is everything up at the house?

Fine. Fine. Good. Good.

Hitch a fresh team to the surrey.

You're driving back to the McMasters ranch.

She's not leaving, is she? I-I mean, w-whatever her name is.

No, no, not her. You are.

Me? That's right.

I want you to leave right now. Elizabeth'll explain on the way.

Sure.

Well, come on.

Back to the barn.

I'll get this all ready for you.

You can stretch out and have a nice beauty nap.

Although, heaven knows you certainly don't need one.

You're very kind, Mrs. Grainger.

Well, I can sympathize.

You know, this has been a pretty hectic time for all of us.

Now,

cover up and...

I'll call you when Elizabeth and Judge McMasters get here.

Thank you.

Good-bye, Uncle Clay. See you before dark.

I'll get us a hot cup of coffee and we can talk. Good.

Mr. Grainger.

Who are you?

It's always the way, ain't it? Trouble comes when you least expect it.

What do you want?

Clay?

Get inside.

Clay, would you like...

Just sit down and relax, Mrs. Grainger.

Clay, who are they?

What's happening?

They didn't bother to introduce themselves.

Where is she?

She?

Go find her, Joe.

Sally! Look out!

Clay! Oh, Clay!

If you two wanna keep breathing, tell the old man to forget the heroics.

Joe.

Help her.

He oughta know better than to reach for a rifle!

Please, Joe.

Help her, Joe. Go ahead, help her.

I'll help him.

All right!

I'm all right.

We don't want to hurt anyone, Mr. Grainger, so please just sit still.

Sally... It's not even Sally, is it?

That's right.

It's Emily. Emily Thurman.

These are my brothers, Joe and Frank.

A hand they call Jim left with the girl.

They gone for McMasters? Yes.

And the others are out on a cattle drive, just like you said.

- What is it you want here? - Just sit still. Be quiet!

You'll find out when we're ready to tell you. Joe, be respectful.

I'll be respectful when and if he proves he wasn't involved in it.

Involved in what?

Let me explain.

That was Frank that you saw on the road... a little game we played for your benefit.

And the story about you being McMasters's typist?

- I had to get you to send for him. - Yeah.

You tried to kill him at his ranch.

That doesn't work, so you trick us into inviting him here.

Nobody's trying to kill him. Frank and Joe just want to talk to him.

Nobody was doing any talking last night.

- Frank? - No, he's lying.

We tried to get close, and they made a fight of it.

You were shooting at us!

- Emily, we didn't start the shooting. - Why...

She's obviously going to believe her brothers before she believes us.

Just tell me why you picked us as bait.

Why?

Because you and McMasters are such good friends.

We've been reading the paper the last few days.

The Honorable Judge McMasters endorsed by the big, important Clay Grainger...

for congressional delegate.

Well, last night me and Joe got a chance to see

just how good friends you are with McMasters.

So we figured we ought to look into that as well.

As well as what?

Boy, will you listen to him!

Just sittin' there so lily-white and innocent,

like he didn't know what we're talkin' about.

Maybe it's because we don't know what you're talking about.

You're lyin'! Joe.

We don't know if he was involved with McMasters in it.

That's why we're here... To find out.

Now, let's not accuse until we get proof.

Just what are we supposed to be involved in?

Stealing our land,

murdering our pa, and helping our ma to an early grave.

I don't know what you're talking about,

but I do know Will McMasters,

so you'll pardon me if I don't believe a word you're saying.

You'll believe it.

You'll believe it.

Are you going to bother to give us all the details before you shoot us?

Nobody's going to be shot.

We just want to see an injustice made right.

You've got a strange way of doing it.

You reach for another gun, and I'm gonna really lay you out. All right.

Let's not make it any rougher than it has to be.

We'll talk more when the judge gets here.

No, it's all right. Well, I'm hungry.

You fix us some food.

You fix your own food.

Don't talk down to me, lady.

I know how to use this. I don't want to, but I know how.

Joe, she may not be responsible for whatever her husband might have done.

Maybe not, but she's not gonna talk down to me!

Please. Maybe you'd better do as he asks.

I'll watch her.

Your brother's got a hair-trigger temper.

You lose both your folks in one year, you might get a little nervous yourself.

Uh-huh.

Well, he hurts my wife, he'll be a lot worse off than nervous.

You threatening us? Stop it, Frank.

Mr. Grainger, I told you we don't want to hurt anyone.

Now, just do as you're told.

Yeah, it's a puzzler, that's for sure.

You can see why Uncle Clay thought the judge would want to know.

That's one thing for certain...

That girl, whatever her name was,

she needs some sort of protection.

What was her name?

Mary.

You told me it was Sally.

Well, I just...

I just hate to see a young, poor kid like that in trouble, that's all.

I understand.

Hyah!

Would you, uh, hand me my apron, please?

Get it yourself.

How old are you?

What difference does it make?

No difference.

I was just curious.

Well, I can handle myself.

I guess you proved that.

I'm 19.

I thought you were older.

Yeah?

Yes.

I guess you've had your share of living.

I'll get my share.

With a gun?

With anything I can.

Your mother's dead?

Yeah.

- I'm sorry. - What?

I said, I'm sorry.

How could you be sorry? You never knew my ma.

No, that's true. I didn't.

But I know you a little.

Women learn a lot about other women... through their children.

I'm no child.

To women, their sons are always children,

no matter how old they get.

Are you pokin' fun at me?

No, I'm not.

Well, I got the gun. Remember that.

Yes, I'll remember that.

And I can use it too.

Yes, I guess that's true.

And that's a pity.

That's probably a part of you that your mother didn't have anything to do with.

How could you know a thing like that?

Maybe because I lost two sons.

A mother doesn't want to see anger or violence in her boy.

You are a boy,

aren't you, Joe?

And you hurt inside, and that's what makes you want to hurt back.

I guess that's normal.

But if... Just stop all this talk and do what you came here to!

How do you feel?

I'll live.

Come on! Hurry up with that food!

Oh!

Empty.

Would you take the tray to your brother?

Wait a minute.

I'll take it.

Joe.

Thank you, Joe. I'll bring the coffee when it's ready.

Liar!

Liar!

Frank! All that talk was just lies!

Liar! Lies!

Lies! Lies!

No!

I said it before, I say it again...

Tell the sheriff in Medicine Bow! Tell him what?

That somebody's annoying my ex-typist?

That two men I can't even identify are bothering me?

Bothering you? They tried to kill you.

And you do know who they are. The Thurman boys.

Frank Thurman stopped Sally on the road to Medicine Bow.

That doesn't prove he was here last night.

That's true, Judge, but it is a strong possibility.

It is. You're right. And Clay was perfectly right to send you here.

Will, will you talk to the sheriff in Medicine Bow, please?

Honey... For me, if not for yourself?

As soon as I find out what this is all about, I'll talk to the proper authorities.

All I know about the Thurmans is that their father once appeared before me...

in a land dispute with the railroad, and I ruled in favor of the railroad.

What could the Thurmans hope to gain by getting ahold of your records?

I don't know.

I guess the boy... uh, Frank... is angry, desperate.

Mrs. McMasters.

Don't worry.

I'll be back first thing in the morning. Everything'll be settled.

Now, double the guard, lock your door...

and please, please stop worrying.

You've given 20 years of loyal service to this territory.

You've gotten little for it.

Now you're about to get the recognition your deserve.

Don't do anything foolish.

Don't worry.

Let's get it over with.

You'll be just fine.

It's all right, darling.

How do you feel, Mr. Grainger?

Bewildered.

Well, you'll hear it all when the judge arrives.

Bewildered by you.

You're actually trying to make reason out of this insanity.

I want some of this too.

Mmm.

I believe what I'm doing is right.

McMasters worked with a man named Felson.

They cheated.

Then they killed my pa.

Felson? Jake Felson?

Big surprise. Like he never even heard the name.

Heard it? I know the man.

Clay, isn't that the one who...

Who built that spur to the Central Pacific main line?

Yes.

Are you saying that spur went across Thurman property?

- You saying you didn't know that? - Yes.

You were head of the cattlemen's association

and all in favor of building that spur.

Were in favor? We still are!

That spur saves us thousands of dollars a year in shipping costs.

The association helped him finance it.

Then you helped him and the judge kill our pa and take our land too.

I never heard the name Thurman before a couple of hours ago on that road...

when "Sally" mentioned it.

Lyin'! He just sits there and keeps lyin'!

Felson already had that land when he came to the association.

The question of how he acquired it never came up.

He acquired it by paying the honorable judge

$5,000 to rule in his favor against our pa.

Five thousand dollars?

Judge McMasters could no more take a bribe than fly to the moon!

Grainger, either you're the best bluffer I ever saw,

or you're a fool about your friends.

Well, I know Will McMasters.

If you don't, you're gonna.

I want some more coffee.

Sit down over here...

where I can watch you.

And don't talk. Just sit there.

Don't talk.

Why do you keep staring at me?

You really believe you're justified in doing all this, don't you?

Frank was telling the truth, Mr. Grainger.

Now, if you are too... If you really weren't involved...

Then you're in for a big surprise when McMasters gets here.

All right, for the sake of argument let's assume all you've said is true.

What you're doing here is illegal.

You can't bring your father back to life.

Can't bring our ma back either.

She died two weeks ago...

of a broken heart.

I should say she...

stopped breathing two weeks ago.

She really died 10 months ago...

the night that Felson and his men came to the ranch and beat up our pa.

He crawled...

back into the house...

and he died in her arms.

Well, if all you say is true, why didn't you go to the law?

The law?

The law.

Judge McMasters's law?

Ma spent 10 months of scared dyin'...

not letting us do anything to fight back,

afraid she'd lose us just like she lost Pa.

So you're fighting back now, hmm?

She knew Joe and Frank would start the minute she died.

She made me promise that I'd watch out for them.

I'm doing that the best way I know how.

You're watching them work themselves into prison.

You don't seem to understand, Mr. Grainger.

Your friend, the judge,

is guilty.

You'll never make me believe that.

You'll believe it.

You see, we have proof.

Written proof.

You almost had me believin' that you cared about me.

All that talk about my ma.

I'd better clean this up.

Never mind.

We bought this china...

eight years ago in San Francisco.

- Remember? - Ain't that too bad.

All Ma ever had were... tin cups.

Just a poor homesteader woman.

She never even... never even had a cup like this.

Not even one.

Just tin.

All tin. It was ugly.

Thing about it, though...

She never lied.

She liked you, well, then you knew it.

And if she didn't like you, well, you knew it.

But she wouldn't talk sweet to you one minute...

and then turn around the next minute...

and try to stick a carving knife in your back.

I never could either, Joe.

Never.

- Joe. - You stay out of this!

Joe, it ain't her fault Ma never had beautiful china.

It's everybody's fault!

All the cheats and the liars!

They live in their big, fancy houses...

a-a-and think they're better than us!

Her!

Him!

Everybody like them! Just liars and cheats!

Now settle down, Joe.

Joe, we didn't come here for this.

You fool!

I said settle down, Joe!

Tin cups to you, lady!

No!

That's enough, Joe!

If I wasn't so curious about you, old man, I'd just as soon finish you now.

Put him back on the couch.

Give me the rifle. No.

You've done enough hurting for the day.

Give it to me! Be quiet! Quiet.

You were so anxious to see the truth, Grainger?

Well, you don't have to wait any longer.

Everything's all right now.

Unlock the door.

Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Well, I'll go put the rig away. See you at dinner.

About 8:00? Fine.

Uncle Clay, we're home!

We heard you the first time.

What are you two doing here?

We've been here waiting for you, Judge. Give me the gun belt.

Oh.

All right, now get inside. Come on, now, get in!

Uncle Clay, what's going on?

- Who are these two? - Frank and Joe Thurman.

Sit down.

I told you to sit down.

You'd better do what they say.

I'm afraid we've been led up the garden path. Very ingenious.

Pointless, but ingenious.

- I told you to sit down! - All right.

Check on the other one.

I'm very curious to know just what you two think you're up to.

You wanna do it the hard way, huh, Judge? Bluff it out for your friends?

No bluff, Mr. Thurman,

as you will find out when you go to jail for this.

The other one's puttin' the rig away.

Clay!

Clay.

Sit down! I'm going to get some medicine for my husband.

Shoot me if you don't like it.

Well, watch her!

You know what I want with you, McMasters.

But I'm also a little curious about him.

- What about him? - Was he in it with you and Felson?

Look, your pa and Felson were in a land dispute.

I sat on the case. That's all I know about it. Clay knows even less.

Neither Clay nor the cattlemen's association...

knows how Felson acquired the land he built the spur on.

It's taken some doing getting to you, Judge,

and I'm running short on patience, so don't push your luck.

Joe and me found Felson three days ago in Bodie.

We had a little talk, and he decided to make a clean breast of it.

That's Felson's handwriting, his signature on the bottom. A full confession.

Read it, Grainger. Learn all about your friend, if you didn't already know.

You just keep foolin' around in this old kitchen, don't you?

You just keep foolin' around, just like it made a difference what you do.

It don't, you know.

Least not to your old man.

You're sure about that?

I'm sure.

And that makes you laugh?

I'm not laughing.

You were.

Here I've been feeling sorry for you because

you lost your father and your mother,

and now I see that dyin' is just funny to you.

It's not funny to me, lady.

But I'll laugh when I want to.

Nobody tells me when not to laugh.

I just... I just laugh when I'm...

When you're scared. I'm not scared!

You should be.

You're about to do something that you're going to regret for the rest of your life.

Talk, talk. Don't you ever stop talking?

You're the one that has to do all the talking.

Meaning what?

- You need to talk since your ma died. - You leave my ma out of this!

That's what you'd like to do, isn't it?

You'd like to forget everything that she'd be

saying to you about all this if she were here.

But she's not here!

She's not here.

Mr. Grainger?

Come on!

Unless you want that kid to die, you get rid of him.

And no tricks, unless you want to die with him.

Yes, Jim? I, uh... I got the rig put away.

Oh. Thank you.

Well, I, uh... I just stopped by, uh...

I was wondering if you maybe needed some help in the house with anything.

No, we're... We're fine, thank you.

Well, it was almost 8:00,

so I wanted to stop by a little early, see if I could do anything.

Oh. Uh, no. Matter of fact, we're gonna eat a little later. Oh, later?

Why don't you wait in the bunkhouse. We'll give you a call.

Are you feeling all right, Mr. Grainger? I got a little headache is all.

You don't look too steady. Maybe I'd better give you a hand.

No, no, that's all right. You just wait in the bunkhouse.

We'll call you. All right. Whatever you say.

Thank you.

Finally getting smart, old man. Come on.

Jim! Jim!

Jim!

Jim! Let go!

Don't!

Don't! Let me g...

No!

All right, come on. Get outside. Come on. Come on! Let's go.

Joe! No!

All right, come on! Back inside, all of you! Let's go!

- Bring him inside. - You bring him in!

Come on, Joe! Get him in here!

Come on, Joe!

I'm all right. Never mind me.

It's Jim.

I got him.

Put him here.

Come here and sit down. Get his boot off.

You try to leave this room again, it'll be the last time.

Elizabeth, there are compresses on the kitchen table, honey.

Did you finish reading this?

I read enough. You still think we're lying about him?

Well, do ya?

I got several letters from Felson...

when he first had the idea for the rail spur.

It looks like his handwriting, as I remember it.

I could check my files.

Will, tell me I'm wrong.

I can't.

I-I... I-I can't.

It's true. What they're saying is true.

It's cold in here.

I can't stop the bleeding.

You able to make the tourniquet a little tighter?

You got what you came for. You proved what you wanted to prove.

Why go any further? We've got to get him to a doctor.

Why, we're not finished here yet, Mr. Grainger.

I told you, there's a score to settle.

He's admitted what he did!

You're going to ruin your case by letting him die!

He's right, Frank. We let him die, we will go to prison.

Doesn't make any difference what we do. We're all going to prison anyway.

That's not true.

That's not true, Frank.

We won. Can't you see we've won? Not quite.

What do you mean?

The confession cost us, Emily.

What are you trying to say, Frank?

Felson took an awful lot of persuading.

We didn't plan it.

He died just after he signed the confession.

Oh, no.

Oh, Frank, you promised me no one was gonna get hurt.

It couldn't be helped.

Now there's a sheriff in Bodie looking for Joe and me.

Why?

Why did we do all of this? Why didn't you just shoot him when he got here?

That's what you tried to do last night, wasn't it, Frank?

Yeah.

Yeah, and we almost did it too.

We saw him and McMasters breakin' bread together,

so we decided, why not use him to get McMasters into the open,

and while we're at it find out if they were

both involved, both ordered Felson to kill Pa?

Now wait a minute. Slow down.

I took a bribe. I had nothing to do with any killing.

Don't you ever quit lying?

I didn't read that in there. Well, then you didn't read far enough.

Felson bribed him, then killed Pa on McMasters's orders!

This...

This isn't true.

This part is not true.

It is true. Yes, it is true 'cause it makes sense!

You had to get that land for the rail spur...

so the cattlemen's association would back your election.

When my pa wouldn't follow your court order, you told Felson to kill him.

It says so right there!

Perhaps Felson thought it would make it easier for him involving me.

I had nothing to do with the killing.

We're going to Mexico now... Me, Emily and Joe.

Once we're safe there, we're gonna mail this back... to a newspaper, maybe...

Just in case anyone isn't quite sure of the reason we killed you.

Frank.

We came here to set things straight legally. It's too late for that now.

I'm not leaving this territory without knowing he's paid for what's he's done.

Frank, you can't just execute him!

We're the only ones who can! Now, can't you see that?

Joe and me made a promise to ourselves... to find the ones who killed our pa.

Frank, I had nothing to do with the killing.

As God is my witness, I swear.

As God is your witness? What would you know about God?

All right.

Think what you will, do what you will.

Perhaps I deserve it for accepting the bribe.

I tried to tell myself it was the right thing to do,

it was justifiable.

I wanted to be better,

more important.

Congressional delegate.

I-I really thought I could do this territory a lot of good.

I needed money to start.

It was a mistake.

One mistake...

in 20 years.

Twenty...

long, empty years.

You oughta be grateful, Judge.

You're gonna die quick and clean.

And you.

Clay's not involved in this. His name is not in that confession.

I'm not gonna spend the next 30 years in Mexico...

thinkin' I let one of the killers of my pa go free.

I told you, Clay is not involved.

I'm gonna die anyway. What reason would I have to lie?

You're a friend. That's reason enough.

Ma said it once.

She... She was ashamed of sayin' it,

and scared of sayin' it,

but she knew it was true.

You got too much of your pa in you.

One mean streak, and it's...

made killers out of both of you.

You got no call to say that!

We got a right to revenge Pa! A right, you hear? A right!

Joe!

Frank!

It's all over, Frank.

I don't understand you.

I'm sorry, Frank.

Elizabeth, bring the surrey up front.

We'll get Jim to Doc Spaulding.

Clay.

You've got to believe I had nothing to do with killing their pa.

I figured the end justified the means.

Dispossess...

one homestead...

in exchange for a good congressional delegate.

Seemed like a fair exchange at the time, but...

doesn't seem so fair now, does it?

No, Will.

It doesn't.

Whoa.

Mr. Grainger?

- Could I speak to her a minute, Mark? - Sure, Clay.

How are you feeling?

A little scared. Mostly sorry.

I wanted you to know how sorry I am.

I'm more concerned about what happens to you. You're not like your brothers.

Well, I...

I guess they were too long poor.

I've spoken to the federal marshal in your behalf.

After McMasters is sentenced, your trial starts.

Mrs. Grainger and I will do everything we can for you.

I don't deserve that.

We all make mistakes.

Some are bigger than others.

You walk in with us.