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Here's adventure.

Here's romance.

Here's O. Henry's famous Robin Hood of the Old West,

The Cisco Kid!

Stick 'em up.

Marge.

I thought this place was out of bounds.

Does your uncle know you're here?

Well, I hope not.

I just strayed away from the ranch and the first thing I knew

here I was.

How are you getting along?

Oh, slow.

This place is gonna need a lot of work.

All I need now is another pair of hands.

What's the matter with these?

Marge, you know how I feel.

(galloping) Uh-oh, here comes trouble.

Hello, Mr. Lacey.

I told you you weren't to see him again.

I'm sorry, Uncle Jim, but I happen to be in love with him,

and I'm afraid there's nothing you can do about it.

There's plenty I can do, and I will.

As for you, Ryan, if I ever catch you talking

to my niece again I'll beat you within an inch of your life.

I wouldn't try it, Mr. Lacey.

I might forget that you're twice my age, and I might also

remember what you did to my father.

You're just like your father.

He couldn't keep his hands off of other people's property.

If you ever say that about my father again, I'll kill you.

Get on your horse, Marge.

I'll catch up with you later.

Bill, you shouldn't have said that.

No, I guess not.

He's right about you, though.

As long as you're under his roof.

What's wrong with your roof?

It leaks.

Oh, can't you see, Marge?

I can't ask you to give up everything you have just for

a hand-to-mouth existence.

I wish you'd stop being so noble.

Hello, Sam.

You want to see me?

Hello, Jason, sit down.

You still want to be foreman of the Lacey Ranch?

Well, sure, Sam, you know that.

What about Steven?

Oh, I think a change could be made.

Old Man Lacey was in this morning.

He seemed quite perturbed over the goings-on between

his niece and young Ryan.

He had me change his will.

That's very interesting, but, uh, how does that

make me foreman?

He made me executor of his estate.

After he's killed, why-- He's killed?

Yes, that's where you come in.

Now as I was saying, after he's dead, I'll appoint you foreman

of the ranch and between us we'll pick it as clean

as a bone.

That sounds great.

But how do I keep the sheriff off my neck?

I've got that all figured out.

Now you do exactly as I say and the sheriff will be after

young Ryan instead of you.

Man, nothing like having a lawyer for a partner.

That's right.

And you threatened to kill Lacey?

Maybe I did.

You know how you say things when you lose your temper.

How do you account for your branding iron being found

beside the body?

Well, I don't know, unless the killer left it there

to incriminate me.

Or you dropped it by accident.

But I tell you I didn't kill him.

Well, the circuit judge will have to decide that.

You're under arrest.

Get on your horse.

Stop!

Hyah!

Oh, Cisco, this is so peaceful here.

No troubles, no sheriffs.

Nothing to do but to catch fish.

Pancho, we will not catch anything if you don't stop

talking.

Oh, Cisco, how you can say such things to me?

I don't talk too much.

Hey, I got a bite!

I got a bite! Huh?

Ooh, ooh!

Oh, say, he-- he-- he-- he's a fighter.

He must be a big one, huh?

Hey, whe-- where is he?

Where'd he go? Was he big?

Was he a big one, huh?

He was definitely a big one.

Oh, a big one...

You ought to have that stuffed and mounted,

only it's too young to leave its mother.

Well, how could such a-- a little one that big

put up such a fight?

Now I'm gonna show you how a first-class fisherman

make his cast.

(galloping) Howdy.

Hello, Sheriff.

Did you see a young fella ride past here just a few

minutes ago?

No, sir, we saw nobody pass here.

Well, if you happen to run into him, why, look out.

He's a killer.

Ho!

Cisco, for once the sheriff ain't looking for us, eh?

(rustling) Hey, what's that?

Shh.

Where are we going, Cisco?

Shh, shh.

Come out of there, quick.

Hey, he's the killer, Cisco, the one the sheriff

is looking for.

Please, I-- I'm not a killer.

I...

Help me, Pancho.

The next thing I knew the sheriff came to arrest me.

Did Mr. Lacey have other enemies?

I don't know.

He was a cantankerous old goat, but I don't know of anybody who

hated him enough to kill him.

Hmm, except you, maybe.

I suppose I am the logical suspect.

I can't blame you for not believing me.

But we do believe you.

We do?

You stay here out of sight.

Pancho and I will see what we can find out.

Come on, Pancho.

Ms. Lacey?

Yes?

We are friends of Bill Ryan.

My name is Cisco.

This is my good friend Pancho.

Won't you come in?

We are in.

Well, won't you sit down?

Thank you.

Sit down, please.

Where is Bill?

Is he all right?

He is safe.

But it looks very much like someone has framed Bill.

Do you know who it could be?

Well, everyone liked Bill except my uncle, and he resented

him because of an old feud he had with Bill's father.

Is there anything that you can tell us that might

give us a lead?

Well, this may not have any bearing, but a very strange

thing happened.

When Mr. Foster, Uncle's attorney, took over the estate

as executor, he fired our foreman and several others who

had been on the ranch for years.

Huh, that is a very strange way for this executor to act.

You know, maybe you have given us a lead.

(chuckles) A lead into more and bigger

trouble, I think.

(door opens) We'll get in touch

with you later.

And give Bill my love.

Heh, maybe you want us to take him a little kiss, eh?

Pancho!

(galloping) Howdy, Miss Marge.

Hello, Sheriff.

Say, I know you two.

Yeah, remember?

We meet you down by the river.

Did you caught your fish?

Nope, still angling.

You know, I, uh...

I got an idea that Ryan might try to sneak back here

to see you.

Why, that's foolish.

He wouldn't dare.

Well, you can't tell.

It's easy to find out, Sheriff.

Why don't you look?

That's what I had in mind.

All right with you, Miss Marge?

Why, of course.

I'll show you around, huh?

Come with me.

(laughing) What's so funny?

You know, Sheriff, I was just thinking the shed

is a good place to hide.

Yeah, so is the house.

Guess we'll look there first.

Shall I go with you?

Better stay here.

You boys go around the back.

(chuckles) All these chases of the

wild gooses is funny, ain't it, Cisco?

Marge.

Marge, it's me, Bill.

Bill!

Bill.

Please, Miss, this is no time for love.

Why didn't you stay under the cover like Cisco told you?

I had to come back and see Marge, to convince her

that I didn't kill her uncle.

Oh, Bill, I don't need convincing, you know that.

Bill, get back to your horse, but don't leave until

I give you the signal.

All right, Cisco.

And wait for us at the rocks near the lake.

Right.

(galloping) Hey, what's the idea

of bumping into me?

I'm sorry, it was an accident, I just tripped.

What's the trouble?

Ryan, he just rode off.

He must have been hiding in the shack.

You should have looked there first, Sheriff.

Let's go after him, boys.

What's going on around here?

Looks like someone has loosened the cinches of

your saddles.

I'll say they did.

Who did it?

Well, I didn't.

That kind of leaves you two, doesn't it?

Me? Not me.

Maybe the cinches gets so tired being so tight around the horse

that they jiggle themselves loose.

I oughta run you two in.

But if I see you two around, I may still do it.

Hyah!

Thanks, Cisco.

And you too, Pancho.

Miss Lacey, who is this man that tried to shoot Bill?

The new foreman.

The lawyer hired him.

The new foreman?

Ah, that's very interesting.

We'll see you later.

Come on, Pancho.

Cisco, I hope you know what we are doing.

We are going to do a little checking up on a

certain lawyer, Pancho.

Lawyers?

Sheriffs is bad enough, but this lawyer is gonna get us

all tangled up with the rips of delicious corpeses.

(laughing) You mean corpus delicti,

don't you?

I mean we're gonna find ourselves right in the jail.

If that Cisco hadn't had bumped me, I'd have got Bill.

Well, it doesn't matter.

The sheriff will pick him up anyway.

What about the cattle?

Well, I've had them moved to the lower 40, ready to push

across the state line as soon as you give the word.

That will be in a day or so when I hear from the buyer.

By the time I get through with the Lacey ranch, there won't be

anything left but the buildings.

Come on, let's have a drink.

Hey, Cisco, you see who it is with the lawyer?

Yes, Pancho.

There is plenty wrong around here.

Stay here, Pancho.

Keep your eyes open.

Oye, señor, have you seen my friend Cisco?

I think he's lost.

Yeah?

Yeah, I looked for him anyplace, but I can't find him

somewhere.

Maybe help me look for him, eh?

Go look for him yourself.

Oh, but, señor-- Get out of my way.

(door opens) That was Cisco's pal.

That door was shut when we left here.

Anything missing?

There's plenty.

Get some of the men.

Are you sure about him, Cisco?

Bill, everything seems to point that this Foster

is a crook as well as a lawyer.

Well, if you're right about him and the new foreman

they could rob Marge blind.

Isn't there anything we can do?

No, not unless we get more evidence.

Hey, that's Bill.

This is better than we thought.

You know what to do.

Pancho, that smells pretty good.

(gunshot ricochets) (gunshot)

Better make a run for it before they pin us down.

Get to your horses.

I'll keep you covered.

(gunshots) Cisco, let's went.

I'm sorry about them getting away, Foster.

Never mind about that.

We gotta move and move quick.

Get that cattle across the state line as soon as you can.

Leave it to me.

All right.

(mooing, bellowing) (vocalizing commands)

(bellowing) Thank goodness I found you

three before the sheriff did.

What's happened, Marge?

Well, I've lost most of my cattle to rustlers, and the

sheriff thinks you three stole them.

Can you imanige that?

Who told that big lie?

I break his neck in two places.

It was one of my new punchers.

I was in town when he rode in and told the sheriff.

Hey, Bill, you know this country around here pretty well?

Sure, why?

What would you do if you rustled cattle, where would you

drive them?

Well, I'd take them over the state line, through

Devil's Pass.

Well, then, there's where we're heading for.

Miss Lacey, will you do something for me?

Certainly.

Please tell the sheriff to pick up Foster and hold him

at his office until I get there.

All right.

Thank you.

(men voicing commands) (mooing, bellowing)

Ho, ho!

That's Jason and the new Lacey riders.

Look after them, Pancho.

I'll meet you in town.

Sheriff, this is an outrage.

You have no right, legal or otherwise, to detain me here.

I insist to-- Cool off, Sam.

I'm not detaining you, just keeping you company until

Cisco gets here.

(door opens) Did you find my herd, Cisco?

Yes, and the rustlers, too.

You know who they were?

Your foreman, Jason, and the new hands your lawyer hired.

Are you insinuating that I'm behind the rustling?

No one else.

You can't prove it.

No? (chuckles) A smart attorney like you

should be more clever where you hides things.

Sheriff, I found this bottle of ink eradicator in one of

his files.

This, my friend, is going to send you to the gallows.

Really?

I am positive.

And, Sheriff, take a look at this.

This is a copy of Jim Lacey's will.

Foster removed the name of the real executor, the banker,

and substituted his own.

The cattle rustling was only the first step in looting

the ranch and stripping Miss Lacey of her inheritance.

This is a very clever deduction, Cisco,

but I'm afraid it will never be admitted as evidence.

Congratulations, Mrs. Ryan.

Oh, you know already, Mr. Barton?

Yes. Cisco and Pancho told me about your getting married.

But you understand under the terms of your uncle's will,

it's my duty as his rightful executor to cut off

your allowance.

I know, but being married to Bill is worth it.

Well, I called you in for another reason.

Bill, have you a dollar?

Sure. Why?

Oh, give it to me.

Why should I give you a dollar?

Hey, do as he say.

Give him the dollar.

What's all this about?

You see, Bill, the will provides that if Marge

married you, then the executor could dispose of the property

at his discretion.

And after a full discussion of the matter with our mutual

friend Cisco, it's my discretion to sell you the entire estate

for exactly one dollar.

Oh, Cisco!

Take good care of her, Bill.

Oh, tamales.

Let's went.

Oh, Pancho!

(laughing) Goodbye, amigos!

See you soon!

(laughing)