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Haven't spent that
much time in the saddle,

- but as mayor, I thought it was my duty.
- What about the money?

- Not a trace of it.
- Excuse me.

A dollar a day, cash in advance.
Did you look for the money?

Well, we did and we didn't.

Sheriff thinks that maybe
the killer took the money,

along with the old man's horse.

Probably needed an extra
horse, just to carry all that money.

How's the old man?

Just like Walter Joe said, dead.

Somebody walloped him
with a chunk of stove wood.

- What about the money?
- What about it?

Well, did you find it?

We'll find that when we
find the killer. Excuse me.

Well, he's all yours now, Harry.

Since he hadn't any kin
anybody knows about,

- might as well get the burying over.
- Whatever you say.

Tomorrow morning too soon?

- That'll be fine.
- Oh, Sheriff?

Sheriff, that bruise
on the side of his head.

Now, that could have been
caused by a piece of stove wood,

but I've seen bruises like that on
people who just fell down and died.

- Did you see the old man's place?
- Yeah, I seen it.

- Tore plumb to pieces?
- Yeah.

Well, he didn't do
that after he fell down.

No. He sure didn't.

The killer did it, after he hit him
on the head with the stove wood.

Just like I said.

Just... just like you said.

It's only logical he's
run into the mountains.

The ground is rocky,
be hard to track.

- Yes. That's right.
- Sheriff, come here.

There's always the possibility
the killer didn't find the money.

- I thought of that myself.
- Say, mister...

- That'll be one dollar.
- I just want to ask a question.

- Has Joe or Ben Cartwright been in?
- Never heard of them.

There's always the chance
he did find the money.

That is a possibility.

- I'm Sheriff Millett.
- My name's Cartwright.

This your horse?

- Oh, not exactly. No.
- You rode him into town, didn't you?

- I did. You ain't gonna believe this...
- You just borrowed it.

No, I found him.

Uh-huh. Well, you tell me all
about it on the way to my office.

Look, Sheriff, I
didn't steal that horse.

Well, I'm not arresting
you for stealing a horse.

You're under arrest for murder.

Sheriff, like I told you, I woke up
this morning, my horse was gone.

I looked around and
I found this horse.

Take off your gun belt, empty your
pockets and put the stuff on the desk.

He may be some killer,
but he ain't a very good liar.

Well, maybe he's
telling the truth.

Any man who'd kill and
steal wouldn't be above lying.

I say let's hang him right
now, and get it over with.

- Yeah, yeah.
- Hang him! Hang him!

Come on. Get back.
Get back. Come on.

Come on!

Get away from that
window. Go on, git!

- That everything?
- That's it.

Sheriff, I didn't steal
that horse, I found him.

My pa and little brother are gonna
be in town this afternoon or tomorrow.

They'll tell you what
I'm saying is truth.

This way.

Sheriff...

- All right, in here.
- Look here.

We ranch down by Virginia
City. It's the Ponderosa.

Maybe you've heard of it.

You'd save us a lot of trouble if
you'd tell me where you hid the money.

What money?

One of these days, I'm
gonna have the simple pleasure

of arresting a man
who admits he's guilty.

Well, you'd better
arrest one that is first.

Oh, it's a shame,
a sin and a shame.

It'll be the biggest funeral
this town has ever seen.

- Who's paying for it?
- Harry will collect his fee,

- as soon as they recover the money.
- What happens to the rest of the money?

That does present a problem.

There doesn't seem to be a will of
any kind, and we know of no relatives.

And he had no close
friends that we know of.

Well, we just can't
let the money sit there.

The money could be
used to benefit everybody.

Fix up the town, paint the
store fronts, dig drainage ditches.

Build a church.

That would come pretty far
down on the list, Brother Stoner.

Well, it's not right to hold
Sunday services in a saloon.

Look at it this way, you're
challenging the devil in his own house.

- Careful what you call my saloon.
- A figure of speech, Charlie.

Think you'd better find the
money before splitting it up?

- You've got the man who stole it?
- Under lock and key.

Ask him where the money is.

He's not talking.

Maybe we should
appeal to his better nature.

- Could I talk with the prisoner?
- Not by yourself, you don't.

It might be a good idea
if we all talked to him.

There's somebody to see you.

- Mr. Uh...
- Cartwright. Hoss Cartwright.

- I'm Mayor Brigham, Mr. Cartwright...
- Let's get to the point.

- What you do with the money, Hoss?
- What money?

The money you took from the
old man before you killed him.

I ain't killed nobody,
and I found that horse.

Mr. Cartwright, you'll have to
admit that story's pretty thin.

I'll have to admit that I could
make up a better story, but if I did,

it would just be a lie.

I'm Brother Stoner,
Mr. Cartwright.

I'm the one that does
the preaching here,

for those who care to listen.

Now, if there's
anything that I can do...

Well, there's one
thing you can do.

Tell me why nobody
round here will listen to me.

If you want people to listen, you've
got to tell them what they want to hear.

I told them the truth.

That's the last thing that
most people want to hear.

- Charlie?
- Bring the bottle.

Now, the way I see it, we got
him cold on a murder charge,

but he's the only one that
knows where the money is.

Now, he probably figures that we're
not gonna let anything happen to him

until we know
where the money is.

Then we'll have to convince him we're
more interested in justice than money.

- How do we do that?
- We take him out and lynch him.

Not all the way,
just a little bit.

Charlie, a lynching
is like an avalanche.

Not hard to start, but did
you ever try stopping one?

No, and I don't intend
to. That's the sheriff's job.

- Are you hungry?
- Well, now that you mention it.

I brought you something
from across the street.

Hey, kinda heavy.

Roast beef and mashed
potatoes, greens and potpie.

You know, a fella could
learn to like this jail.

That old man lived on the mountain for
more years than I've been sheriff here.

Come to town twice a year.

Dicker all day to save a penny
on a pound of bacon and flour,

then paid from a roll of
bills as thick as your arm.

That old man was sitting on a mountain
of money. Everybody here knew that.

How much do you
figure he had altogether?

I wouldn't know, Sheriff.

- Enough to last a man a lifetime.
- Couldn't say.

Maybe even two men,
unless one was greedy.

Mighty good grub
you got here, Sheriff.

Now, you tell me
where that money is,

and I might forget to lock this
door and leave a horse tied out back.

Like I said, I ain't got
no way of knowing.

All right, you take me to the money.
We'll split it right down the middle.

Where do you get off
locking a man up in jail?

You ain't no better
than a crook yourself.

I'm gonna give you
to the count of five.

If you don't tell me what
I want to know by then,

I'm gonna shoot you up
some for trying to escape.

One... two...

- Three...
- If you miss, I'll be sure to get him.

Now, keep him covered, Sheriff.
You never know which way they'll jump.

Thank you.

Good thing I came
along when I did.

Yeah.

I got a little heartburn.

Well, you're gonna have
some more heartburn,

cause the boys in the
saloon were talking lynch.

Just a little talk,
don't mean a thing.

You'd better let them know
that. They think they mean it.

Anybody comes around
here looking for me,

tell them I took a ride up to the
old man's place, have a look around.

Don't you think you ought to stay here
and stop them people when they come?

- Stop 'em how?
- Well, with that gun.

Those people are my
friends and neighbors.

I'm here to protect
them, not to kill them.

But what about the prisoner?

Well, what about him?

- Come on, let's go.
- Wait a minute. Where we going?

- Anywhere, someplace, let's go.
- Why? Where's the sheriff?

- Gone, and we'd better get going.
- I ain't going. I'm staying right here.

- Now listen to me...
- No.

If I run, then they'll
sure think I'm guilty.

They already
think you're guilty.

They won't soon as my pa
and little brother get here.

- By that time you'll already be hung.
- Hung?

Open up, Sheriff.
We've come for him.

Open up!

Now, I'm gonna save your
life if I have to kill you to do it.

That one's yours.

I just don't like the
idea of breaking jail.

You can always go back
and tell them it was a mistake.

Done tried that.

No prisoner...

no sheriff...

and no sign of a struggle.

Hm! What do you make of that?

Maybe the sheriff let him go.

Uh-huh.

And, uh... maybe the
sheriff went with him.

Well, he'd sure have
to have a good reason.

How about... the money?

That's a good reason.

I'll give you odds that we'll
find one or both of them

up there at the old man's place.

That is, if we get
there in a hurry.

Well, if they're
gonna look that way,

- we'd better go that way.
- Yeah.

Listen, I appreciate what you did
back there, but I don't understand why.

I'd do the same for any man.

There's something about a
lynching that sets my teeth on edge.

Yeah, well, I've
been thinking about it.

I'd better get back into town
and get this thing settled up.

If you're gonna prove you're innocent,
you'd better do it from a safe distance.

Yeah.

Maybe we can just circle
around here for two or three days,

let the dust settle down
and then go back in, huh?

If you want my opinion,

we'd better start riding far
and fast, starting right now.

- What you looking for, Sheriff?
- What are you looking for, Charlie?

I'm looking for you.

Well, you're having
better luck than I am.

What are you doing here?

That's what we're
gonna ask you, Sheriff.

Well, as a duly sworn-in
officer of the law,

it is my duty to find
and protect the assets

of any citizen who
meets an untimely end,

and that's why I'm
here, doing my duty.

Oh, come on, Sheriff.

That's more than I
can say for you vultures.

I resent that, Sheriff. It is my
duty and civic responsibility

to see to it that these
assets that you mentioned

don't vanish before they
reach the city treasurer's office.

- Furthermore, and in addition...
- Please.

Yeah. Now, Sheriff, who
was it told you where to dig?

Nobody.

I'm just prospecting around.

With a piece of stick!

I say that you brought this
thing out here to confuse us.

And I say that that Hoss
told you where to dig.

- That Hoss showed me nothing.
- Then why'd you turn him loose?

I left him locked up in
jail, where he ought to be.

He ain't there now, Sheriff. Ain't
nothing in that jail cell but dust.

That's why we rode out, Sheriff.

There's them that thinks
that you gave him his freedom

in return for him telling
you where he hid the money.

A prisoner escapes from
jail, a cold-blooded killer,

and you go chasing
after the sheriff.

People!

Well, it seemed to
make sense at the time.

They aren't gonna chase us in the
dark, but don't make that fire too big.

I just want to tell you how much I
appreciate what you did back there.

I already told you
how I felt about that.

- You took a mighty big risk.
- I don't wanna talk about it.

Look, I know you
appreciate what I did.

A man saves your life,
you're bound to appreciate it.

But you don't have to
go on and on about it.

Yeah.

I'm Hoss Cartwright.

- Child Barnett.
- Child?

- Is that what they named you?
- No, that's just what they called me.

Child.

"Come here, Child."

"Child, behave yourself."

"Now, listen to me, Child."

By the time I was five years old,
they forgot what my real name was.

There must have been somebody
to write it down someplace.

Somebody did, but neither
one of them could read.

Child? It's a funny name to
be calling your old man, ain't it?

What's so funny about that?

Did your daddy name you
Hoss when you was born?

Well, no, but...

Then you don't got
no real name, neither.

All you got is what
people decide to call you.

Even if your daddy named you
George Washington Cartwright,

if people decide to call you
low-down, mean, stupid, or dumb,

all the George Washington
in the world wouldn't change it.

Yeah.

That's kind of a dumb thing for me
to say, wasn't it? Sorry about that.

That's all right.

I thought it was kinda funny when
you told me your name was Hoss.

It kinda fits you.

Well, I hope you had
a good night's sleep.

I did, thank you.

Now, we've got a
cold trail to follow.

You can't track a man
in the dark, Charlie.

Well, you can try.

Maybe you can, but not me.
I know it's a waste of time.

Maybe you don't
want to catch him.

I'm just about the end of
my string with you, Charlie.

Now, Charlie!

Where do we start looking
for the tracks, Sheriff?

South of town. They rode
out of the alley that way.

The big guy lives
near Virginia City.

I got a hunch that's
one place he won't go.

Uh-huh. And what if
your hunch is wrong?

You'll probably
never let me forget it.

What do you suppose
that was all about?

- Looks like a posse.
- Sure in a hurry.

- Yes, sir?
- Two rooms, please.

- Two beds in each room.
- And hot baths.

Two rooms, four beds and wash
basins. That'll be a dollar each a day.

Uh... I need a bath.

Some folks use the horse trough
in front of the livery stable after dark.

I'm glad some folks do.

Is that a posse
I saw riding out?

- Oh, indeed it was.
- Who were they after?

A murderer.

Yes, first killing we've had
around here in almost a year now.

What was it, a gunfight?

No. He killed him with a piece of
fire wood, just stove his head in.

- Avery foul crime.
- Stole his money, too.

Money that was
intended to build a church.

Now, you know that
ain't so, Brother Stoner.

He came to services
regularly in the saloon,

and quite often made a donation.

That don't mean he figured
to build you a whole church.

He was a good man, and a church is
a worthy cause. Don't you agree, sir?

Oh, yes. Yes, of course.

Just when did this
killing take place?

Yesterday.

- And the posse just left?
- Well, the man has been in jail.

- Oh, he broke out?
- Not exactly.

A fella went in and
helped him out with a key.

That wasn't a very
legal thing to do.

Well, I can't find it in
my heart to blame him.

Certain members of our
community were going to hang him.

Only part way, Brother
Stoner. You know that.

They were gonna
hang him part way?

Yes, till he told us
where he hid the money.

Then we were gonna leave it up to
the law to hang him the rest of the way.

Well, that would
have made it legal.

Let's clean up, boys.

- Gives you something to think about.
- Hanging a man part way?

- Yeah.
- I'm with the parson.

Fella had a chance to get out
of jail to avoid a hanging. I'd do it.

- Can't wait to tell Hoss.
- Hoss who?

Hoss Cartwright.

- That's the man the posse's chasing.
- The killer.

- No, not... not Hoss.
- You're thinking about some other man.

- Hoss wouldn't kill anybody.
- What makes you so sure?

He's my son!

You should have got
to know that boy better.

Boy, a serving of eggs and some hot
cakes would sure go fine about now,

- wouldn't they?
- I can't help you there, Hoss.

But here's something
you might need.

Doesn't make you a little uneasy? I
mean, I'm supposed to be a murderer.

You don't strike me
as the murdering type.

What exactly is
a murdering type?

A little man, squinchy
eyes, pinched face,

two weeks' growth of beard,
wrinkled clothes and a dirty hat.

Yeah, I'd, uh... be terrified
by a man like that, all right.

Hey, ain't you worried about getting
in trouble with them folks back there?

No. They don't know me.

- I don't come from there.
- Where do you come from?

No place in particular.

I go where the wind blows me,
and I don't like a lot of questions.

Don't take much to get you
out of sorts neither, does it?

I'm not out of sorts, Hoss.

Like my pa told me, the most
interesting thing about a man

is the part you don't know
about, the part you have to guess.

- Where'd he get that?
- Guess he made it up.

Man who don't read don't
get nothing from books.

Yeah.

Nice dusty road. It might be
helpful if we made tracks in it.

Posse be along soon.

If we don't confuse them,
they'll be right on our coattails.

Sounds like you've had some
experience in this sort of business.

Enough to know that you have to
stay way ahead of a lynching party.

Well, we got to meet and
talk with them some time.

I mean, we got to settle this.

Huh. This time next
year should be about right.

Now, you take that fork,

and I'll take this one.

Stay in the dust

until you come to hard ground
along the roadside and then cut north.

Then we'll meet on
the far side of that hill.

Fine.

Where you from, Hoss?

Oh, no place in particular.

Just sort of go where
the wind blows me.

Tell you the truth, Hoss, I don't
know half the places where I'm from,

Pa not being happy
in any one place.

He tried farming,
smithing, and cow punching.

But a man that don't know
how to read or figure numbers,

ain't good for
nothing but chores.

And he knew just enough to know
that he wasn't getting what he wanted,

but he didn't know how
to go about getting it.

And so, we'd move on.

Half the time, he didn't
know where he was.

And he was too dumb to
read and... too proud to ask.

I'm from Virginia City,
we ranch up there.

That's where I'm heading, soon
as I get this cleared with the law.

- If you're looking for a job...
- I'm not.

There's that relay station.

You can get that breakfast
you've been wanting.

That dad-burn sheriff
took every penny I got.

I don't recall asking
you for any money.

Stay in the saddle.
I won't be a minute.

Giddyap!

- Let's get out of here.
- What's the matter?

Don't ask any
questions. Just ride.

What'll you have,
Hoss, biscuits or beef?

You stole that, didn't you?

Ah, you don't have
to keep looking back.

A man's not gonna leave a store full
of stuff just to get this away from us.

You shouldn't have done it.

I didn't do nothing but take a
little bit of food for a couple of days.

I don't care what
you done. It ain't right.

- I was hungry.
- That don't give you a license to steal.

I remember you telling
me you was hungry.

Not for stolen food, I ain't.

Tastes just like
the kind you buy.

I don't care what it
tastes like. It's going back.

I don't remember you complaining
about those stolen horses.

Them horses don't belong to you?

I took the first couple of
good horses I could find.

Child, don't you know that
we could be hung for that?

Well, they gonna
hang you anyway.

We'll settle the horses later, but
right now that stuff's going back.

It's not going back.
This belongs to me.

No, it don't. It belongs to
the man you stole it from.

What are we arguing about?
This is just a sack of food.

We're arguing about a principle.

An empty stomach
doesn't know any principles.

Yeah, and a full stomach
don't give you none, neither.

Now you've made
me lose my appetite.

Good, now let's take that
stuff back. Give it here.

I took it. I'll take
it back myself.

I'll tell you one thing, though.

We're gonna have to
stop this fiddling around

and do some hard riding, or the
posse will run right smack-dab into us.

I'll say one thing for you.

You're a pretty good judge
of horseflesh in the dark.

I have to be. That's when
I get most of my horses.

Looks like they split up.

Well, we got to make a choice.

We'll take this fork,
see what we can find.

- Where's Charlie?
- Well, he was here just a minute ago.

You don't suppose he'd try to
find them two by himself, do you?

I think he would.

I, uh... just run out of tracks.

If I'd found any, I was
gonna come tell you about it.

- You wait here.
- Sure you don't want me to go with you?

I did it. I'll undo it.

What's the matter,
you forget the salt?

Check it.

It's all there.

- Seems to be.
- Well, I guess that squares it.

Uh... Mister?

You... going away hungry?

That's the way it is.

- Howdy.
- Howdy.

I didn't get a chance to
meet you last time through.

You, uh... forgot this.

- No, I left it behind.
- Well, go on. Take it with you.

- I don't have the money to pay for it.
- Well, I didn't ask you for any.

No. I don't take charity.

I swear, you do make it
hard for a man to be Christian.

Do you know what the good
book says? "It's blessed to give."

Well, how in thunder is a man
supposed to give if you won't take?

My ma gave me this
book before she died.

She said to me, "Anything a man
wanted to know was in this Bible."

See this?

I wrote my name in there.

It says, "This Bible
belongs to Child Barnett."

- How long has your ma been dead?
- She died when I was a young thing.

I don't hardly remember her.

Will this cover the
cost of that food?

Oh, sure, but I
can't take your Bible.

Well, you make out your
bill and put it in this book.

If I'm not back to pick it
up, then this Bible is yours.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Come on, Hoss.

- Have a biscuit, Hoss?
- Yeah, I don't mind if I do.

Listen, I wanna tell you how much I
appreciate you getting these things.

Ah, now, you're not going to go on
and on and on about that biscuit, are you?

I think I was going to, yeah.

- It don't taste no different.
- Yeah!

- No sign of them.
- No. Nothing.

- Well, tracks are plain enough.
- Let's get after them.

No, no. Let's rest the horses.

- Pa, we can't.
- They need it, Joe.

The posse will have to rest
their horses, too. Come on.

- Hello, Buck.
- Gents.

Sheriff. If you boys are hungry, I'll
be glad to rustle you up some grub.

- I don't say it'll be good, but...
- We're looking for somebody, Buck.

- Yeah? Anybody I know?
- An escaped killer and his partner.

A big man, heavy
set, wears a white hat.

Name of... Hoss?

- Hoss Cartwright.
- Well, I didn't get his last name,

but he didn't seem
like a murderer to me.

Which way did he go?

They rode off in the
direction of Juniper Springs,

That was, oh, maybe an hour ago.

Seem like they were
in much of a rush?

No.

No. As a matter of fact, they
forgot something first time around

and come back and
straightened it out.

Then they rode off slow and easy,
like they had all the time in the world.

That means their horses are
still fresh and ours are rode out.

Say, Buck, could we borrow
some of your company horses?

Them horses are
broke to harness.

I don't know how good they're
gonna be under a saddle.

Well, at least they'll be fresh.

You're welcome to help yourself. You
can turn yours loose in the empty corral.

See anything?

I thought I saw something
move way out there.

- Let's get closer.
- Yeah.

Hasn't been more than 20
minutes since those horses

been outside their tracks.

We should catch sight of
them just about any time.

Yeah, any time now,
unless they see us first.

Of course, these horses
won't give much of a race.

Well, we've only got one chance.

If we can't run 'em down,
we'll have to shoot 'em down.

If we kill him, we'll never
find out where that money is.

And if you let him get away?

Let's pull in here, Hoss.

I thought so.

Picked up a rock. Another
hour, he'd be pulling up lame.

You know, it's just ain't everybody
that would have known that.

I ought to know. I been
around horses all my life.

Doggone, we could sure use a
man like you on the Ponderosa.

I'm not looking for a job.

- What have you got against honest work?
- Nothing.

- You ever had a job?
- Had plenty of them.

I like to live alone.

I can't stand being in a
bunkhouse full of people

with somebody telling
me what to do all the time.

What I had in mind was a little land
shack we got way up in Cibolo canyon.

Generally keep a man
up there the year round,

riding the fence and
gathering in a few strays.

- I don't want any job.
- It's lonely.

- Hard work, but good pay.
- Stop it right there.

What's the matter?

- I don't want any job.
- Why?

Because I can't read!

Reading ain't
altogether the reason.

I got to figure that when a man
won't slow down long enough

to make his beans and his bacon,
somebody must be after him, chasing him.

You're kind of
mixed up, aren't you?

I mean, it's you they're
chasing, not me, remember?

But it's you that
don't want to go back.

No, there's something
you ain't telling me.

And besides that, I knew you couldn't
read before I offered you the job.

What do you mean you knew?

I gave you that book. It said, "This
Bible's the property of Child Barnett."

- That ain't what it said.
- What do you mean it ain't what it said?

It said, "This Bible's the
property of... Joshua Barnett."

Joshua.

Joshua Barnett.

No, Child, no!

Joshua.

- Just leave me be.
- I'm sorry, Josh. I tried to stop you.

I took your horse, and
left you with the old man's.

I figured you did, being the
judge of horseflesh you are.

But... I...

I didn't kill the old man.

Nobody killed him, he
just... fell down and died.

I found him lying there.
He was peaceful and quiet.

I tore up the cabin.

I figured he wouldn't be needing
the money he'd be leaving behind.

Where's the money?

There was never no money.
That was just a lot of talk.

Just a lot...

All these years we've been
nice to that old man for nothing?

Hoss! Hoss!

All that money. Just talk.

I don't believe it was talk.

That old man had money and I
think it's still up there somewhere.

How come you're so sure?

I just... feel it in my bones.

Hoss!

- All right, Hoss. Let's go.
- Go where?

- Back to jail.
- What for?

You heard it. The old
man died of natural causes.

Your son stole a
couple of horses.

Sheriff, you know he didn't steal
any horses. You heard that, too.

He broke jail. Nobody
breaks out of my jail.

It was either break
jail or get lynched.

- We did find those horses.
- And I'll see that you get them, too.

Well, if a man feels that way, I guess
there's no use stirring up any trouble.

That's right.

He wasn't all bad, Pa.

No, he wasn't.

You know, in some ways,

those other fellas are as
guilty or guiltier then he was.

I know they didn't break
any laws or anything,

but what they done was wrong.

All they wanted was
that old man's money.

It isn't what they did,
Hoss. It's the way they think.

You can't put a man in
jail for the way he thinks.

No, but they won't be
going off scot-free either.

For the rest of their lives, they'll
be thinking about that money.

Spending all their
time looking for it.

Worrying, for fear that somebody
else will find it before them.

And the funny part was...
there wasn't no money.

But they won't believe that, either.
They're greedy, so they're suspicious.

You know, that kind of man
carries his own jail around with him.

Yeah.

Well, let's go.