All language subtitles for Ride Him, Cowboy (Western 1932) John Wayne, Duke & Ruth Hall

Now, listen...

I know Gaunt got the money,

so don't come back without it.

If you get a chance, take
a shot at that Duke horse.

He attacked me again yesterday.

All right.

We'll get him when he comes out.

Move on.

What was that?

Sounded like Duke.

No, no grand-daddy, please don't go.

It may be the Hawk.

That's just why I've got to go.

Get back there.

Get out here, take this.

- Webb!
- Webb!

All right. Take him in the
house and get the doctor.

He's just breathing, that's all.

Hurry up, boys and be careful.

Help.

Henry Sims.

How did you get here?

What happened?

Well, I just happened to be riding by

when I heard a lot of commotion.

And I arrived just in time

to see that horse Duke

strike Webb down.

Then he attacked me.

That's strange.

Duke never attacked anybody before.

Why, he's ready to do murder
anytime he gets a chance.

You can't trust him any longer.

There's only one thing to do
with a horse that's gone bad.

How is he, doc?

Is there any improvement, doctor?

Well, this is the third
day he's been unconscious.

It's impossible to say how long,

but he'll come out of it alright.

First time I ever heard 'em

holding court for a horse.

I never knew
they tried Duke for anything.

Granddaddy, you're not
gonna let them kill Duke.

We must do something to save him.

Honey, Judge Bartlett is a fair man.

He'll give Duke a fair trial.

We'll have to abide by
the judge's decision.

Hello.

Howdy, Mr. Gaunt.

Gosh, Ruth. Ain't it ridiculous

the fuss some folks make
over a poor little horse?

He bit me! He bit me!

Hold him. Tie him down.

Everything ready, Lem?

All ready, Your Honor.

This court is now in session.

Folks, this trial is
unusual in my experience.

But there ain't no reason I can see why

a horse shouldn't have a
fair trial, same as a man.

If there ain't anybody
who got any objections,

we'll proceed.

Sheriff, who's bringing the charges?

Henry Sims, Your Honor.

Oh.

This is a painful moment for me.

And if I didn't think it was my duty-

Yeah, you can skip that part, Henry,

and get down to bedrock.

Very well, Your Honor.

This horse, Duke, who everyone
here knows is an outlaw,

has turned killer.

Well, buddy, let's go see
what all this ruckus is about.

And now that he has turned killer,

every man and woman in
this town is in danger

as long as he remains alive.

Sure made this horse out to
be a confirmed sinner, Henry.

And I'm afraid you're right.

Well, you've heard the case
for the prosecution, folks.

Anybody here gonna speak
on behalf of the horse?

Uh, I'd like to say a word, Judge.

I realize that Duke is
a very spirited animal.

Maybe more so than is good for him.

But if you'll give him another chance,

I take the responsibility

of seeing that he don't run wild again.

Gaunt, I'd...

I'd like to do what you
ask, but the evidence shows

that Duke is a dangerous
and vicious horse.

And I can't allow sentiment

to interfere with the safety
of the people of this town.

Judge Bartlett, I
know Duke is no killer.

Oh, you must believe me.

See how gentle he is with me?

Do you think if he were a killer,
that I'd dare go near him?

Oh, please, Judge. Let me keep him.

I'll be responsible for his good behavior.

Why, the horse is gentle.

- Well, yes.
- He don't seem to bother her.

Look here, Judge. You're
not gonna allow this-

Henry Sims, you're on order.

I'm trying this case.

Miss Ruth, I'd keep away
from that horse if I was you.

You got all the proof
you need now, I guess.

All I say about that horse is true.

That Sims hombre seems to
rub that horse the wrong way.

Which proves that the
horse is plumb loco, mister.

Henry Sims is one of
the finest men in town.

Yeah, but that don't
always fool a horse.

Order!

I am about to pass sentence in this case.

As the judgment to this court

that this Duke horse is a
menace to this community.

And whereas, no one has
been able to ride him

without risk to life and limb.

And whereas, he has
wantedly attacked two men

and shown the disposition of a killer.

The Sheriff is ordered to-

Just a moment, Judge.

How dare you interrupt
this court, young man.

Well, I'm awful sorry, Your Honor,

but I didn't figure I
had time to be polite.

I was afraid I'd be too late.

Too late for what?

Well, to save you folks
from killing a good horse

just because he's a little spirited.

See, where I come from
we don't shoot horses

when they get honorary. We tame 'em.

Now, if you'll give me a chance-

You're out of order.
This case is closed.

Henry Sims, if I have
to remind you again

that I'm conducting this trial.

I'll fine you for contempt of court.

Now, what's on your mind?

I heard you say that
nobody could ride this horse.

Well, I'm willing to tackle him,

providing he goes free if I ride him.

Ride him, cowboy!

He's not from this county!

I refuse to permit such a thing.

Why, it'd be murder.

This man'll be trampled to death

before he ever got in the saddle.

Oh, let him ride it.

Well, folks.

Looks like you've decided
for the court this time.

Let the stranger ride. We'll
accept his proposition.

I don't know how to thank you.

But are you sure you can ride him?

He's thrown every man on the range,

and some of them have been seriously hurt.

It's a fine thing
you're doing, young man.

But you have no idea

what that Duke horse
is when he gets going.

Well, uh, I may have to pull leather,

but I'm just stubborn enough

to stick to that animal
till he gives up in disgust.

Shut that gate!

If I'd known it would have saved

Duke's life just to ride him,

I'd have done it in a minute.

Maybe it ain't too
late to take his place.

Why don't you ask him, Clout?

Oh, I ain't butting in
on another man's plate.

Besides, everybody around
here knows what I can do.

100 bucks says that your
puncher eats rattleweed.

It's a bet, Henry.

- Ride him! Stay on him!
- Good going, man!

Holly, hold the horse!

I've never seen such riding.

Isn't he wonderful, granddaddy?

He sure knows horse flesh, honey.

Henry. I'll take that 100

and I hope it'll be a lesson to you.

All right.

The vigilantes could sure
use a few good men like him.

Yes, they could, alright.

Top notch, Simsy, old boy.

Paying a $100 to see a
free show.

It was wonderful.

Duke and I will never forget
what you've done for us today.

Oh, I've been pretty
lucky with horses, Miss.

That was mighty fine riding, son.

Are you settling here
or just passing through?

Well, I got a notion I'll
be here for quite awhile.

- Fine.
- My name is John Drury.

From the Tumbling East, down in Texas.

Well, Mr. Tumblin' East Drury,

we need men like you here in Catalog.

We'd like to have you attend
a meeting, this afternoon.

Well if there's gonna be any
excitement, I'll be on hand.

Well, if it's the
excitement you're looking for,

you better be there,

because a meeting of the vigilantes.

If this Hawk was just a common bandit,

we'd had him rounded up long ago.

But he's quicker than greased lightning.

And crueler than a rattlesnake.

Year after year, he's raided
burned, stolen, and killed.

Not a man here knows when
his time is coming next.

You all know we've sent out posses.

And tried in every conceivable
way to catch this fiend.

But in every instance, he's beaten us.

You were hit pretty hard
yourself, last year, Gaunt,

when the Hawk raided your ranch.

Well, leave me out of it.

The question is what are we going to do

to rid the country of this killer

and his gang for good and all?

Our friend from Texas, down there,

seems to be pretty good at taming horses.

Maybe he could tell us
how to catch a Hawk.

Well, this Hawk sure sounds

like a mighty tough hombre.

What does he look like?

No one has ever seen him

except the scalps that do his dirty work.

Why for years we've
tried to smoke him out.

And today he's stronger than he ever was.

If you've got any ideas,
Drury, speak up. We need'em.

Well, talking ain't my strong point,

especially where I'm a stranger.

But I'd say that trailing
the Hawk is a one man job.

That's just what I have been
telling the folks around here

for the last few months.

Oh, why didn't you do it?

Well, I-I couldn't get
no one to go with me.

Sit down, old man. Sit down.

I'm not belittling your idea, Drury.

But no one's hankering to
go after the Hawk alone.

If any of you here want to tackle the job,

now's the time to speak up.

Maybe, our friend Drury

would like to back up his own idea.

Well, I've always been
a lucky sort of a cusp

playing a lone hand.

If you folks say so, I'm
willing to take a chance.

Son, you sure are a wonder
for pickin' tough ones.

But I have an idea if you
do meet up with this Hawk,

you'll know how to take care of yourself.

Yes and being a stranger in this country

the Hawk won't know you.

That will be an advantage.

Oh, some hombres have all the luck.

You took the job right out of my hands.

Well, that's fine, Clout.

Drury being a stranger here

he'll need someone to lead him

out to the Hawk's stamping ground.

Well, I-I'd just be
tickled pink, Mr. Gaunt.

Only, I couldn't let the
Sheriff run the town alone.

You see, I-I'm the only deputy he's got.

Well, somebody will have
to show Drury the way.

It's the least we can do for him.

Nobody is more interested
in the capture of the Hawk

than I am.

I'll act as Drury's guide.

I sure appreciate
your kindness, Mr. Sims.

I'll meet you at dawn in Eagle's Pass.

If that's agreeable to you.

I'll be on hand.

Boys, the odds are heavy
enough against Drury,

any way you figure it.

If he's gonna have a chance to succeed,

we've got to keep quiet about
what's happened here today.

If it gets to the Hawk's ears,

the boy is as good as
dead before he starts.

Well, I guess that's about all.

We're having a social gathering
over at the ranch tonight.

How about joining us?

Well thanks, Mr. Gaunt, I'd like to.

Fine.

That's a great
horse you have there.

You bet. You put
up a great riding with him.

- Well, good luck, Drury.
- Thank you.

You sure play a mean mouth organ, Drury.

Thanks.

May I have this dance, Miss Gaunt?

Why, of course! With
pleasure, Mr. Drury.

Reckon, I know more about
riding than dancing, Miss Gaunt.

Oh, please don't call me
that. Makes me feel so old.

Well, alright, Ruth.

Maybe, if you'd call me John,
it would help my dancing.

Alright. John.

Going after the Hawk

don't seem to be bothering Drury much.

No, he's a lanky looking lad, alright.

And I wouldn't be a bit surprised

if he met up with the Hawk.

Oh, gosh, I sure love to dance.

Well, why don't you try it sometime?

Let's go outside. There's
something I wanna tell you.

Uh, how about the next dance, Miss Ruth?

I've been saving it specially for you.

Oh, thank you, Clout,

but I'd rather have the
last dance with you.

Every time I dance with
you, I remember it for days.

♪ Goodbye means ♪

♪ A birth of a teardrop ♪

♪ Hello means the birth of a smile ♪

♪ And a smile will erase
a tear blinded face ♪

♪ When we meet in the after a while ♪

♪ Smile the while ♪

♪ You kiss me sad adieu ♪

♪ When the clouds roll by ♪

♪ I'll come to you ♪

♪ Then the skies ♪

♪ Will seem more blue ♪

♪ Down in lover's lane ♪

♪ My dearie ♪

♪ Wedding bells ♪

♪ Will ring so merrily ♪

♪ Every tear ♪

♪ Will be a memory ♪

♪ So wait and pray ♪

John.

I know what you're going to do tomorrow.

Granddaddy told me.

I think it's wonderful of
you, but you must be careful.

That's real kind of you to
take that much interest in me.

You see, I've always been pretty lucky.

Especially since I came to Catalog.

And I sort of figure my
luck's gonna hold out.

But you haven't lived in fear
of the Hawk, day and night.

Some of these folks have.

Well, you couldn't take
it as lightly as you do.

Listen, John.

A year ago, we had the finest
ranch in Healer valley.

One night the Hawk and his men raided us,

shot my father and some of
our men down in cold blood.

Granddaddy and I barely
escaped with our lives.

Do you wonder that we
are all afraid of him?

No, Ruth.

I promise to be on guard.

Promise me one thing.

That when you start for the
Hawk's country tomorrow,

you'll ride Duke.

- Oh, no, I couldn't do that.
- Something might happen to him.

Please. He's the fastest
horse in this country.

And better than any two
men you can take along.

Well, that's real kind of you,

but, I don't think it's right.

What on earth is Duke up to now?

You can rope and brand me
if I know what Duke's up to.

You might refuse me, but
you can't say no to Duke.

Well, Duke, would you like
to go Hawk hunting with me?

Well, it looks like a frame-up
to me, between you and Duke,

but that settles it.

Good luck, John.

But remember, you've promised
me you'll be careful.

Don't worry, Ruth, I won't forget.

- Bye-bye.
- Bye.

- Hi. All set?
- Howdy.

All set to go. Let's go.

We may as well rest here a while.

Whoa!

Tie that devil up.

The heat must be getting him.

Why, sure.

What's the matter, Duke, ol' boy? Huh?

Stay here, boy and cool off.

We must be getting close to
the Hawk's country, Sims.

Yeah, we're right on the edge of it now.

You won't be needin' a guide much longer.

Say, Drury. Do you ever figure out

what you'd do if you met up
with the Hawk, sudden like?

Yes, I've studied over it considerable.

You know, they tell me

the Hawk's quicker than
lightning with a gun.

And a dead shot.

Well, you're pretty handy

with a shooting iron yourself, Sims.

Well, you can take
care of yourself alright.

Say, that's a pretty good
looking gun you got there.

You mind if I take a look at it?

Why, n-no.

Hmm. Looks like a home-made weapon.

Well, not exactly.

It's a 38 mounted on a 45 frame.

To take the kick out of it.

Hmm. You know, they
tell me that the Hawk

can blast a flower, at
twice that distance.

Well, that's
the kind of shooting

I'd like to see.

So, you're the Hawk.

Come on. Get up.

Get over there.

Go ahead.

Ah. Let's keep back.

You should've stuck to
bronc ridin', cowboy.

Catchin' hawks is out of your line.

You won't have much
use for this, I reckon.

And you won't be lonesome with
old Sol to keep you company.

There's one point
you fooled me on, Sims.

I didn't figure you for a coward.

You haven't got the nerve

to give me a break in a fair fight.

You asked to play a
lone hand, didn't ya?

Well, you're gonna play
it, all by yourself.

Everything you need is right here.

Water.

Food in your saddlebags.

Just a step away.

Adios, amigo.

I wanna know what's
happened to the chief.

We haven't seen him since the
night we raided Gaunt's place.

His order was to wait here for him.

I guess that's enough good for us.

Oh, here he comes now.

Where's Patton?

Inside, boss.

Howdy, boss.

Well, how about Gordon?

He shipped his cattle today
and got the cash for 'em.

I've seen him paid off.

Alright.

Get the men ready to ride.

It's the Gordon Ranch tonight.

Alright, saddle up, men.

Good boy, Duke.

Come on, boy.

Keep it up, boy.

Come on, Duke.

It's the Hawk!

Oh!

Oh!

Come on, rifle out that dough

you got from that herd today.

We know it's here. Get a move on there.

Come on, get in there.

Oh, Jimmy! My boy, my boy!

Oh!

Jimmy!

Granddaddy, it's Mr.Sims.

Do you suppose anything's
happened to John?

Well, not likely,

but Sims is just the man I want to see.

Why, Henry.

Didn't expect you back so soon, any news?

Not the kind you want, I'm afraid.

Drury and I went out
into the Hawk's country,

where we camped for the last night.

And when I woke up in
the morning, he was gone.

I guess he wanted to go on alone.

Maybe he'd found the Hawk's hangout,

but he didn't find the Hawk.

Why, what do you mean?

The Gordon Ranch was
raided and burned last night.

What?

We're to meet the sheriff and vigilantes

at the Gordon Ranch so let's be going.

Ruth, you look after Webb.

Alright, Grandpa.

What happened, Marty?

What happened? Just
about everything I guess.

They raided the place,
then set fire to it.

They robbed us and shot my boy.

The Hawk, eh, Gordon?

It was the Hawk, alright.

I saw him. He was riding a white horse.

- Say Clout-
- Yeah?

If I'd had you with me on the desert,

John Drury would have never
given me the slip like he did.

You're darn right, he wouldn't.

No Texas maverick can
put anything over on me.

That's right, Clout.

Say...
Hmm?

What's that?

- There.
- Hmm?

Looks like a mouth organ.

Is a mouth organ.

What's this?

JD.

JD.

John Drury.

It's hisen.

Look. His initials are on it.

Hey, fellas, look here.

Come here.

I reckon, you won't have
to ask who the Hawk is now.

That settles it.

Break-up into parties of three and four,

and scour the desert for John Drury.

Get him alive if you can, but get him!

Let's go.

Whoa boy.

Here he is now. Go!

Stick 'em up!

- What's the matter?
- Don't you boys know me?

We know you too darn well.

You left your trail behind
you this time, Mr. Hawk.

Hawk? You don't think I'm the Hawk?

We passed the thinking stage.

We got proof that you're
the hombre we want.

Henry Sims himself is the Hawk.

That's what I was riding in to tell you.

I suppose you'll be tryin'to
tell us you're Abe Lincoln.

Listen, Sims left me
out on the desert to die.

He tied me...
Might as well

save your breath, we
got plenty of evidence.

Well at least you can take
me back to town, for a trial.

I'm innocent and I can prove it.

Why you wouldn't get
past the first razed house,

before they'll have you
hanging from a tree.

Uh, there's a likely
looking tree over there.

Let's do the job now.

Sure.

No man is going to
hang without a fair trial

as long as I'm Sheriff. Not even the Hawk.

I got it boys.

Judge Necktie Jones, over at Desolation

is the man to try this case.

He ain't lost a prisoner in
11 years, to my knowledge.

That'll make everything
regular and according to law.

- Yeah.
- Let's go, boys.

Somebody's gotta go round up the boys

and tell'em, we got the Hawk.

And meet us at Desolation.

You go ahead, Clout.

We'll try and get along
without you, somehow.

Heh. Thanks, Sheriff!

Alright, boys. Let's get goin'.

Let me tell you, sir,

there are no extenuating
circumstances in your case.

You are the worst specimen
of a flea-bitten, wall-eyed,

old reprobate that has
come before me in years.

And it gives me great pleasure to

sentence you to-to-to-

Silence! Another sound like
that out of you and I'll-I'll-

Oh, I've stood all of this
from you I am going to stand.

I'll teach you to defy
the majesty of the law.

I'll-I'll...

Well?

What's the matter with you now, Ronald?

The first customer
we've had in ten years

and here I am in my shirt sleeves.

Alright, boys. Bring him, in here.

Here, none of that. Come on inside.

Why, howdy Sheriff.

Hi, Judge.

Hmm, looks to me

like you've hooked a
pretty big fish this time.

Who is he?

I reckon you've heard of the Hawk.

Mm-hmm.

Well, this is the murderin' coyote.

Ooh, the Hawk. Well, you
brought him to the proper spot.

We'll hold court right
here in the old tequila bar

surrounded by tandem memories of the past.

Boys, uh, just put him, right over there.

Alright, boys. Come on.

Sit down!

Hey, there.

No rough stuff with the
prisoner 'til after the trial.

We'll hang this prisoner
according to the laws made

and provided in all such cases
contrary, notwithstanding.

Hey, Judge.

Well?

Can't we hang the critter first,

and then try him afterwards?

No, sir.

This here, will be a regular trial

by due process of the law.

And the prisoner will
get every consideration.

Prisoner, don't you forget to stand up

after the jury pronounces you guilty

so I can pass sentence on you.

No, ma'am.

It was not the horse Duke
that attacked me that night.

I saw the face of the man that hit me.

It was Henry Sims.

Sims?

Then Duke was protecting you.

He was trying to kill Sims because..

Clout!

- I caught the Hawk, Ms.
- Ruth, and it's John Drury.

They're trying him over at Desolation now.

And they're gonna hang him.

Ain't that great?

Drury? The Hawk?

Yeah.

And I'm the one that showed him up.

I found his harmonica at the Gordon Ranch.

That.. Oh, well, where
you going, Ms. Ruth?

They're hanging an innocent man, Clout

and I'm going to Desolation,
and you're coming with me.

- Come on!
- Yeah, uh, no ma'am. Heh.

It's my duty to stay here
and protect this sick man.

Order in this court!

Being as we ain't got any bible

and no one here's ever seen one, anyway,

the jury will not be swore in.

Isn't this old codger ever
going to get out of business?

Well, you can't blame him much.

He's only got a chance
like this once a year.

Uh.

Huh.

Henry Sims? The court appoints
you persecuting attorney.

And kindly set forth
your arguments in plain,

cow countryman talk.

Judge, this is an outrage.

Henry Sims himself is the Hawk

and you're asking him to prosecute me.

You sit right back up
there now, young man.

Sit up there.

Sit down now. You'll get
your chance, later on.

See that critter's just
as good as hung, right now.

He sure is.

Mr. Sims? You may proceed.

Judge, men of the jury.

Men, I want to call your
attention to the fact that Drury,

went out in the desert with me.

We camped for the night and he left me.

I left you?

Sit down here.

Here. Sit down.

Prisoner, prisoner.

You sit back up there and don't
make me speak to you again.

Proceed.

Hey, here he comes now.

Say, the news
is all over the valley

that the vigilantes have caught the Chief.

What?

Oh, look. Who's this coming?

I don't know. Get outta sight, men.

Where do you think you're going, Miss?

Don't you you know you're
in the Hawk's territory?

Why, I'm on my way to the Hawk now.

The vigilantes are
trying him at Desolation,

and I've got to reach him.

Hold on! Who are you

and why are you so interested in the Hawk?

Why, uh...

I'm the Hawk's girl.

Come on boys, we haven't a moment to lose.

They may be hanging him now.

Alright, Miss. Let's ride men.

And finally,

this mouth organ was
found on the Gordon ranch.

The morning after the Hawk's raid.

That in itself, is enough
to hang this mongrel.

Even if we had no other evidence.

Judge, Henry Sims himself,
stole this harmonica from me

when we were out on the desert.

Objection overruled.

Well, seeing as how the...
persecution has rested,

I am now ready to hear
arguments for defense.

What do you got to say for yourself?

Well I want to say
again that Henry Sims is-

Out of order!

Your testimony is incompetent, irrelevant,

immaterial, unnecessary and extraneous.

Have you got anything
further to say for yourself?

That's all.

Seeing that the defense rests,

now if there isn't any arguments
on either side I will..

Oh, holy smoke!

I forgot!

Does the prisoner plead
guilty or not guilty?

Not guilty.

Not that it makes a
darn bit of difference

but, uh, this trial's got to be regular.

We're in time.

Now you boys stay here
until I give you the signal.

Alright, miss.

Gentlemen, you've heard the evidence.

The last and final step
before the hangin',

will be to let the jury
retire to deliberate.

The jury will rise.

The case is in your hands, gents

and don't spend too much time arguing.

Gentlemen, have you reached a verdict?

Yes, Judge.

But, dang, if I can remember
them words you told me to say.

Guilty of murder in the first degree

and to recommend hanging.

Granddaddy! Stop them.

You've got to listen to me. All of you.

- What are you doing here?
- This is no place for you.

It's my place to keep you
from hanging an innocent man.

Order!

Do you know what you're
saying, young woman?

I know John Drury is innocent, Judge.

Bob Webb regained consciousness

and told that it wasn't Duke
that attacked him that night,

but it was the Hawk.

Bob saw the Hawk's face
before he was struck down.

And the face behind the club
was the face of Henry Sims!

Webb must be out of his head.

Didn't we find Drury's mouth
organ at the Gordon ranch.

Why, Sims put it there himself!

That's why he stole the mouth organ

from me out on the desert.

Oh, don't you see? That's
why Sims wanted Duke killed.

That's why he was so willing
to lead Drury into the desert.

It all fits together now.

I'm sorry, dear.

But we know that the Hawk

raided the Gordon ranch last night.

And we have positive evidence,
that Drury's the Hawk.

I don't care what you say.

I don't care what evidence you have.

I tell you that Henry Sims is the Hawk.

She's double crossed us. Come on!

Stick 'em up!

We're on the job, boss.
We got'em all covered.

Keep 'em covered, boys.

I'm crossing the border
tonight. And I'm taking company.

- Stop!
- You back off.

Let me go. Stop.

Get in there!

Get around that wall there.

Duke! Come on!

Now, you hombres keep
your face to that wall.

And count to 100.

And be sure, you're slow about doing it.

Stick 'em up, boys!

I'm going to keep a count.

Come on, stick 'em up! Stick 'em up!

Cram up in there, boys.

Some of you men take
these fellows to town

while we round up Sims.

- All right.
- Come on, boys.

Hey, wait for me. I'm
the one leading this posse.

Now, come on, Ronald.

Now, here, Ronald.

Now, wait a minute, now.

Wait 'til I can get up.

Ronald, wait 'til I, oh Ronald.

Say Ronald, come on, hurry up.

The young lady's in danger. She needs us.

Oh, it's the boss.

Let that hombre through
that's trailing me.

Take care of him on the inside.

Watch that door.

Boys, I'm expecting a visitor any minute.

Make him feel at home. I'll be down later.

- Come on boys.
- Maybe you'd like

to rest awhile. I'll
take you up to your room.

Oh, let me go! Let me go!

Make yourself
at home for a while.

While my men are out
attending to Mr. Drury,

you and I will be on our
way across the border.

Ronald, come on now.

That horse can disappear quicker

than anything I've ever seen.

What the?

Come on, quick.

We got to get this door open.

Boys, all together.

Pull!

Boss is in trouble.

John!

A little harder, fellas.

John! The men! They're here!

Look out, John!

Stick 'em up!

Put the guns away.

Get back!

Reach for the ceiling, there!

Get the guns, boys.

Alright, get moving.

Go on over there.

Outside. Go ahead.

I guess we got 'em all, Sheriff.

Yeah.

Are you sure you aren't hurt, John?

No, I'm alright.

That was great work, Drury.

Don't thank me.

If it weren't for Ruth and my horse-

I reckon we owe you a
heap of apologies, son.

Is there's anything we can do

to make up for what's happened?

Well, I guess I got about
everything I could want.

Oh, Ronald! Won't you please get up?

Huh?

Oh.