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[John Goodwin] (sobbing, panicking)

[Marshal] John Goodwin, your peers have found you guilty of murder.

In accordance with the judgment of the United States District Court,

your punishment shall be to hang by the neck until dead.

Any last words?

(bell tolls)

(Intense music)

I did not have a fair trial.

I'd rather all this than live a life under an oligarchy.

I am a socialist.

I made a long, hard fight...

but lost out.

I surrender now...

but I am not conquered.

I'll take my medicine.

None of my family wouldn't take their medicine.

[John Goodwin] You're passin' the buck Marshal!

You were so determined to see me die!

Hang me yourself, you coward!

You haven't any right to butt in!

[John Goodwin] Wait a minute! Wait a minute!

[John Goodwin] Can't you let me put the noose around my own neck?

I'll see you in hell.

But before you come to be with me, I hope you choke to death!

[Patron 1] String him up!

[Patron 2] Hang the son of a bitch!

(Screaming)

(Choking)

(Choking, chains rustling)

(fire crackling)

[John Goodwin] I'll see you in hell.

But before you come to be with me, I hope you choke to death!

(cough)

(tin cup clank)

(footsteps, door opens)

[Walter] Mr. Flannigan...

[Walter] Are you okay?

[Walter] Did you have another nightmare?

That's none of your damn business.

I just knocked over my water mug.

I need some more water.

And it's freezing in here!

[Walter] Well let me grab your robe...

[Walter] and then I'll put another log on the fire.

Yeah, you do that.

(pouring water)

All this mess over a damn dog.

(ominous music)

(dog chewing)

(chuckling, crickets chirping)

Oh, yeah.

What's eatin' at you?

Ain't you tired?

Barely havin' enough to survive?

Especially when there's people like Tuttle

flashin' money all around town.

Ain't right for one man to have that much money.

Tuttle's worked his whole life to get to where he is.

Besides, he's a good man.

H-He pays us good money to take care of this place for him.

Maybe...

you should have stayed in the army.

Good money?

You sent for me to come back out here on the promise of good money.

This ain't it.

Best thing I ever did was leave the army.

[John Goodwin] We put our life on the line,

flushin' out Indians from Wyomin' to here.

What'd the army ever do for us?

Absolutely nothin', William.

Army gave us a chance to come out west and stake our own claim.

It gave us a way to find freedom.

We have the rest of our lives.

You know what you need?

A good woman and to settled down.

[John Goodwin] You know what I think?

I think next time Tuttle rides through town with his boy,

we ambush 'em.

(scoffs)

[John Goodwin] Hell, I bet they got a few hundred dollars.

Eh...

We can go to the next camp over,

see what the Conboys have for takin'.

(ominous music)

(knock at door)

(dog whimpers)

(door opened)

[William Stewart] Can I help you, gentlemen?

Hello.

I'm Fred.

This is Albert.

Mr. Tuttle gave us the okay to bunk down here for the night.

We're gonna be huntin' deer here in the mornin'.

Come on in.

[John Goodwin] Sure.

There's plenty of room.

That bunk up there is mine, though.

(growling)

(growling, biting)

Argh, get off me ya damn mutt!

Hey, that's my dog, you son of a bitch!

Dog latched onto my leg? What am I supposed to do?

Hey, gentlemen, gentlemen! Let's all take a breath.

I saw it happen. He accidentally stepped on her tail.

That's why she bit him.

(gun slams on table)

[John Goodwin] Yeah.

Let's not do something we're all gonna regret.

[John Goodwin] Why don't you two boys head outside and cool off?

[John Goodwin] Well?

What do you want to do?

What do you mean?

He sure kicked the shit outta your dog.

It was an accident.

Like he said.

Well, let it be.

(exhale) Let's go out.

Clear the air.

Where do you think they went?

(owl hooting)

(laughing)

So, Fred.

How's Martha and that darling little baby girl of yours doing?

Well, Dorothy just started walkin'.

She's got bumps and bruises all over her body.

Ah, but I'm sure she'll be settin' trap lines

and chasin' deer with me in the blink of an eye.

-That's a good father right there. -(laughing)

Al, I heard you sold the cigar shop.

Yep.

Sold everything.

Got the money right here.

Hell, we were just about to uh...

[John Goodwin] Good evening.

[John Goodwin] Mr. Conboy.

Mrs. Conboy.

Well, Fred, we better hit the hay. Those bucks aren't gonna come find us.

You boys doin' all right?

Yeah, we're just headin' back to get some rest.

Evenin', everyone.

Fred and Al said you four had an argument back at the station.

It was a misunderstandin'.

That's all.

Y'all know each other from Globe?

Yeah.

We go way back.

The Kibbe's are well known in these here parts.

Albert, he's really been makin' a name for himself lately.

You don't say.

How's camp, Mrs. Conboy?

Our bellies are full.

Can't complain much.

Well,

you folks have a fine evenin'.

You boys do the same.

(birds chirping, water trickling)

(hopeful music)

(footsteps)

(groans)

What'd you find?

A couple of buck tracks.

[Fred Kibbe] Fresh as of this morning.

I'm sure they hit water before dawn.

With the full moon,

I'm sure those deer fed throughout the night.

How's your leg healing, Albert?

That mutt took a chunk outta me.

Just be cordial when we return.

That William fella looked like he wanted to string you up for kickin' his dog.

Just a reaction, is all.

What would you have done if it latched onto you?

I suppose.

I'll be all right.

I'll be even better if we can track this buck.

(dark music)

(cycling the action)

You know... I've been thinking.

Oh boy, here we go.

Hear me out.

You catch Albert with his hand over his pocket,

when he was tellin' Mrs. Conboy that story about him sellin' his cigar shop?

Yeah, so?

Well...

he sure got quiet when we walked up.

Sounds like he's got somethin' to hide.

I say we see what he's holdin'.

I'll have nothin' of it.

You need to calm your nerves.

You wanna rob anything with a pulse. First, it was Tuttle and his boy.

Hell, you want to rob uh Conboy and his wife.

And now you want to rob these two boys.

You sure you don't want a little payback?

(chuckle)

[John Goodwin] He sure kicked the hell outta your dog.

Oh, give it a rest.

If a man truly is tired of having nothin', William,

he must take what he wants.

(chuckle)

(door slams shut)

(owl hooting)

[William Stewart] You guys have any luck out there today?

(chuckle)

Uh... we'd seen a couple buck tracks.

Unfortunately, lost them in that tall grass on the south side a few ridges back.

Yeah, it is pretty dry out here, though.

I imagine we may get lucky if we just sit water.

Yeah, that's probably your best bet. If I were you, I'd get up in a tree and

wait for one to come into water.

So you said you were gearin' up to move away from Globe?

Yeah, like I was sayin', I just sold my business here in Globe,

my wife's family, they're from Bakersfield.

And we're headin' out west to be near them.

How about you fellas, from Gila County?

No, we were uh... we met in Wyomin' at Fort Yellowstone.

We were in the Army, Fifth Cavalry.

They shipped us to Arizona, stationed us at Fort Apache.

(chuckle)

We liked it so much, we ain't left yet.

Shoot... I hope I never see this place again.

(laughing)

(door opens)

(gunshots)

(Gentle breeze)

(ominous music)

(dog panting)

Well, hello, girl.

You sure are a pretty one.

Yes, you are.

[Charles] Hello?

[Charles] Oh, my god.

[Charles] Oh, my god!

[Charles] Oh! (horrified)

(dog barks)

(typewriter typing)

(telephone ringing)

Sheriff's office, this is Bonnie.

Bonnie, this is Charles Johnson.

I was travelin' through Tuttle Station this

mornin' and came across two dead bodies.

Let me get you over to Sheriff Thompson. Hold, please.

Sheriff!

I've got Charles Johnson on the line over at Tuttle's General Store in Rice.

Says he came across two dead bodies at Tuttle Station this morning.

Two dead bodies.

Charles, this is Sheriff Thompson.

I need ya to head back to Tuttle Station. I'll meet ya there.

And don't let anyone in the station until I arrive.

[Sheriff] You got that?

Yes, Sheriff. Will do.

[Sheriff] Oh, Charles, one more thing...

Mr. Tuttle runs that telephone station out of his store.

[Sheriff] Do you see him around?

No, Sheriff. Um, his operator told me that he was out at his

residence taking care of some family matters.

Well, can you get a runner to relay a message to Tuttle?

[Sheriff] Have him meet us out there.

Yes, sir. I'm on my way.

I'll see you there.

Bonnie... I am gonna need you to contact Fort Apache.

See if they can't get us an Indian tracker to meet us at the station.

Yes, Sheriff. I'll get right on it.

Thank you, Bonnie.

Oh, one more thing.

Get ahold of Marshal Dillon if anyone

decides to cause a issue in town while I'm gone.

Yes, sir.

You be careful out there, Sheriff.

(horse neighing)

[Charles] I didn't touch a thing. This is exactly how I found them.

[Sheriff] You know, it's tough to tell, but this here is Albert Hillpot.

Well, this one lying here under the table, this is Fred Kibbe.

Did you see anyone leaving when you arrived?

No, sir, I did not.

Well,

[Sheriff] Why don't you check to see if there's anybody at that camp

[Sheriff] couple hundred yards yonder and see if anybody there saw anything.

[Charles] Well, I'll run over there right now, Sheriff.

I-I think I seen Conboy and wife were the ones camped.

(Horse approaching, neighing)

Well, if it ain't Henry "Rimrock" himself.

[Sheriff] Pantos, afternoon, old friend. You're lookin' well.

You got here mighty quick.

[Sheriff] Army not payin' so good these days?

Not as good as the great "Rimrock" will.

We're gonna need your tracking skills for this one.

I'll start from back here.

Afternoon, Mr. and Mrs. Conboy

Did you happen to see anybody over here yesterday evenin'?

Only ones I had seen were Billy Stewart and John Steele.

And of course, Fred and Al.

Those two stopped through camp for about an hour.

Al kept goin' on about how he sold his

business back in Globe... made a bunch of money.

Oh, Sheriff, please tell me that's not why those two got killed.

They were good boys.

Bright futures ahead of them.

You know, Fred and Al came by our camp to cool off.

Apparently, they had some sort of scuffle back at the station.

Steele and Stewart showed up not long after.

They seemed to be a little off.

There was a tension between both parties.

Afternoon, Mr. Tuttle.

Any idea why Fred Kibbe and Albert Hillpot were stayin' at your station?

They were here on a hunting trip.

Kibbe and Hillpot wanted to do some hunting

on the reservation, so I gave 'em the okay.

I don't believe I know Stewart and Steele.

Those men were in the Army, and I gave them employment to watch my station.

Mrs. Conboy, did you hear anything? Gunshots, maybe?

Well, sure, but we didn't think anything of it.

It isn't out of the ordinary for them to be up late,

drinkin', shootin' guns, playing cards.

I heard a shot, heard a loud one.

And then three rapid ones after that.

Pow!

Pow! Pow! Pow!

Those last three were kind of muffled.

Mm-hmm.

And where are Stewart and Steele now?

[Pantos] "Rimrock."

Those horse tracks... behind the station,

they're still fresh from this morning.

They're headed north.

I expect they were headed up to the

Santa Fe railroad in Holbrook to hop a train.

If they left before sun up, they're almost a full day ahead of us.

I know a man in Globe that owns an automobile.

I don't know. That would set us back another half day.

At this point, I suppose that's the best option

we've got if we want to catch up to those men.

All right. We're headin' back to pick up an automobile.

We'll get Deputy Schute to accompany us.

Journegan, I need you to wait here for the coroner.

He's comin' in from Rice.

He'll handle all the arrangements for the Kibbe and Hillpot families.

And that door stays shut until he arrives.

Pantos, keep cuttin' those tracks northward.

I think they're probably gonna stop for water on the Black River.

If they change direction, get word to my office.

(In Apache) I will see you around.

(In Apache) And bless you on your journey.

Until the next time, my friend.

(Horse hooves loping)

(thunder)

(heavy sigh)

[John Goodwin] Where you headin'?

To take a piss John.

We're in this together William.

(urinating)

Think we need to get rid of the horses.

We pushed 'em hard for two days.

They're slowing us down at this point.

That gelding you're ridin' is turning up lame.

Favorin' his left hindquarter.

I say we saddle 'em up.

Send 'em on their way.

I'm listenin'.

If we move fast, we're probably about a day's walk to Show Low.

Get ourselves a good meal... some water,

be a good use of some of this money.

And then what John?

Well there's that spur in Snowflake...

off the main line comin' from Holbrook.

You know the one that cavalry ships horses to?

Yeah, we could board a train there,

get out of the territory in no time.

Nah, only folks usin' that spur are the hash knife and the army.

Say what's that station east of Holbrook?

The one the army used to use as a waterin' stop?

Adamana.

That's right.

I say we head northeast.

Hop us a train in Adamana.

That'll put us another day back John.

Well?

But you might be right.

Hell, I ain't gonna be sleepin' tonight.

If we're gonna do this... best do it now.

And if this rain picks up,

it might just wash away our tracks right behind us.

Might give us a chance to separate from those horses.

Now you're thinkin' William.

[John Goodwin] Let's get to it.

(Rooster crows, horse hooves clank)

There she is, Sheriff.

When you get it runnin', make sure you change it from battery to magneto.

Well, Mr. Brewer, we surely do appreciate you lettin' us use your automobile.

Those fellas are probably a full days ride ahead by now.

My pleasure, Sheriff.

Try to get it back to me in one piece.

Well, boys, we got some pretty rough roads ahead of us.

I sure hope we can get through the mountains in this machine.

I think Tuttle's right.

This might be the only way we catch up to those boys before they hop a train.

Well, we better get on the road.

Mr. Tuttle, are you ready?

This sure is startin' to turn into somethin', isn't it?

You ready, Deputy?

(Engine running)

(adventurous music)

[William Stewart] I don't know how much longer I can walk.

A man is not meant to live on juniper berries and pinion.

Hell, I haven't had water in over a day.

Quit your gripin', we can't be more than ten miles from Adamana.

I reckon we'll get there just after sundown.

I still can't believe you got me mixed up in this.

You and your stupid ideas keep diggin' us further and further into this mess.

Hell, we should have stayed on the damn horses.

You seen the trail we were leavin'?

I imagine they got Apaches cuttin' our tracks as we speak.

We better hope those horses continue headin' west.

Might throw those trailers off a day or two.

What does it matter?

We're dead men anyway.

Hell...

you might as well put the rope around my neck yourself.

I don't really want to hear much more out of you.

Quit draggin' your feet.

We got water to get to, William.

What are you doin' over there, Eugene?

Bought some chewing tobacco back in Holbrook.

Care for some?

Mr. Tuttle, care for some?

[Mr. Tuttle] No, thank you. I've got my pipe to get my fix.

So, Sheriff, I've been wonderin', why do they call you "Rimrock?"

Well, when I first settled here in Arizona, I

claimed about a half a section of land

just below the rimrock on the Mogollon Rim.

Locals started callin' me "Rimrock," and the name just sort of stuck.

Do you ever get nervous on pursuits like this?

Every time.

I figure there's somethin' not right in your head if you don't feel that way.

You know, there was a manhunt I went on when I first got elected sheriff.

Several Coyotero Apaches killed Ed Baker up on his land just north of Globe.

We might not have figured out who'd done it, except one of them

Coyoteros left behind a few fingers, courtesy of some Ed's old

dynamite caps that Indian got a little handsy with.

No kidding?

Yeah.

Just took a little prodding with some Apaches that Al Sieber knew up

in San Carlos, and we figured out who was responsible.

Yeah...

just about seen it all.

(automobile clanks)

What the hell?

Pull over!

[Deputy Schute] It sounded like it was makin' that noise on the front right wheel.

[Deputy Schute] I sure hope this thing has a jack.

Yeah, I knew we shoulda taken our horses.

This bearing is broken in half.

We're gonna have to melt it down and re-roll it.

Otherwise, we're not gettin' anywhere.

[Sheriff] Damn it, if I didn't know this was gonna happen.

I shoulda gone straight after em' on my horse.

[Mr. Tuttle] Mr. Brewer's not gonna be too happy about this.

Eugene, do you think you can fix it or what?

[Deputy Schute] I think so.

I'm gonna need to make a fire, see if you can't fetch me somethin'

to melt that bearing down in, will ya?

(town ambience)

[John] Afternoon, Deputy. You got time for a shave?

Oh sure, John. Sit on down.

(train whistles)

Sure has been a wild few days.

Oh yeah?

Wh-what's the news?

Not much.

Only we got one hell of a manhunt goin' on.

A manhunt?

How come you're not out on the manhunt too?

I drew the short straw.

Stay here, - (laughing)

Keep an eye on a dozen prisoners at the jail.

Anyways, Sheriff Thompson, he's been trackin' two men for five days.

Wanted for murderin' a couple boys at the old Tuttle station near Globe.

The search party came through here this

mornin' in an automobile on their way to Adamana.

An automobile on these trails?

I can't believe they made it all the way from Globe in one piece.

We've been searchin' every train comin' in and out of Holbrook.

Say...

n-now that you mention it...

I-I-I was ridin' along half asleep

w-when I realized my horse was followin' a-a human track.

Th-there was two of 'em.

And one of 'em was draggin' his

toes so I know he was mighty tired.

They, they were headed straight for Adamana.

Uh... John,

you hold tight.

Margaret! Can you telephone Adamana and get word to Sheriff Thompson?

John Pierce's horse tracked, two sets of human tracks headed straight

for Adamana, said one was draggin' his feet.

Yes, Deputy Cross, right away!

Adamana.

[Margaret] Yes, Adamana, this is Holbrook!

[Margaret] I need to get an urgent message to Sheriff Thompson.

Deputy Cross says it's urgent.

[Margaret] John Pierce's horse cut two sets of

[Margaret] human tracks heading straight for Adamana!

He pretty well is convinced it's those two men on the run!

Yes, ma'am, Miss Margaret, I'll get the

word to Sheriff Thompson as soon as he arrives. You take care now.

[Margaret] Thank you, goodbye.

(sigh)

Golly, these two men on the run have everyone looking for 'em.

(automobile approaching)

(honking horn)

Oh!

Keep an eye on things, would ya?

[Operator] I've gotta get this message to Sheriff Thompson, he's just pulled up.

(door opens)

(door closes)

[Operator] Sheriff Thompson, good day.

Looks like you made it to Adamana in one piece.

Good day, Miss.

Yeah, the rough roads around here

definitely did a number on this automobile.

We actually had to fabricate our own bearing this morning just to get here.

Oh my.

Well, that is quite the story to tell.

Well, anyhow, I received a message for ya from Holbrook, it's from

Deputy Cross, and he says it's urgent.

What's it say, Sheriff?

It says a cowboy cut some human tracks headin' this direction.

It says one of 'em was draggin' his feet.

You think it was Stewart and Steele?

Who else would be on foot this far from nowhere?

My guess is it's them and they're headin' right for us.

They're probably gonna catch a train here at Adamana Station.

It's not as busy as Holbrook.

Won't be as many eyes on 'em.

But I reckon the first thing they're

gonna do is come and get some water.

I'll bet they'll make their way out to the Adamana tanks.

I'll bet you're right.

Say, why don't you do us a favor?

Sure thing, Sheriff. How can I help?

I'm a little short-handed on lawmen, on this one and...

I'm sure word spread like wildfire that we're pursuin' them in an automobile.

So I need you to come with us tonight and we'll dress ya up in

one of our hats, and you'll drive this car past the clearing.

They'll think that we're headed back to Holbrook,

and we'll hunker down behind the tanks and see if

those boys don't just wanna come in for a drink.

That sounds exciting, Sheriff. I'm in.

(Intense music)

(Breathing heavily)

(Coyotes howling)

(engine revving)

(Coyotes howling)

(train whistling)

(footsteps)

I don't hear that automobile no more.

Water's right over here.

Let's go get us a drink, head to the station.

Be quiet.

(Intense music)

Hey! I think that might be them.

Now stay on your toes gentlemen these boys have nothin' to lose.

We need to be ready for a gunfight.

Can you tell if that's them, Mr. Tuttle?

Yes, that's William Stewart, right there!

(Intense music)

Hold it right there!

Shit!

William Stewart, you are under arrest for

[Sheriff] the killin' of Fred Kibbe and Albert Hillpot.

You must be Mr. Steele.

[Sheriff] Deputy Schute, we got the draw on 'em.

Kindly relieve these men of their weapons.

Drop the rifle.

[John Goodwin] I'll put it down.

We ain't done nothin' wrong.

This is all a big misunderstandin'.

Just get us some water, will ya?

[John Goodwin] We ain't had water in days.

It was self-defense, Sheriff.

They'd a killed us first.

They pulled a gun on William and I.

Ain't that right, Will?

Yes.

That's right.

We had to do it.

We had a fight over the dog.

It was self-defense.

It sure was.

[Mr. Tuttle] William! What happened?

Damn it! You boys made a mess on my station.

I'm telling ya, it was self-defense.

[John Goodwin] They got to fightin', cuz that Albert fella kicked William's dog.

One of 'em pulled a big old knife on us.

Other one grabbed up a pistol.

We had to defend ourselves.

Sheriff...

ain't this that gold watch Fred's wife said was lost?

Looks like these boys didn't just murder 'em.

They robbed 'em too.

[Sheriff] If it was self-defense, why'd you rob them boys and flee?

Afraid you're gonna have to tell that story to the judge.

For now, we've got a long journey back to Globe.

[Sheriff] I've made arrangements for us to bunk down in the back room of that

grocery store in Adamana tonight.

Just so that we don't draw any attention to ourselves.

We'll leave at first light.

Mr. Tuttle, can you get a telephone call to Globe?

Tell 'em we got 'em.

[Mr. Tuttle] Yes, Sheriff.

I'll head back to the depot and see if I can get the word out.

Let's get these boys some water and then get back to the store.

[Sheriff] Well, boys, looks like we got us a change of plans.

What's that, Sheriff?

I just received some news from Globe.

Seems there's a mob gatherin' around

the train depot and the jail. 'bout five hundred men.

They're checkin' every single train that comes in.

They'll storm the jail.

We can't bring Stewart and Steele back the way we came.

No, we can't.

Otherwise we'd have to hide 'em like

I did with that man Baldwin who murdered Mrs. Morris several years back.

Where'd you hide him?

In the outhouse behind the First Baptist Church.

[Mr. Tuttle] Well, what do you suppose we do?

I think this last leg of our journey is gonna have to be a creative one.

This train route takes us from here to Flagstaff and then down to Phoenix.

And they're gonna be expectin' this automobile to return.

So I'm thinkin' we need to borrow ourselves another automobile

when we get to Phoenix and take these fugitives in at night.

Every man deserves a fair trial

and that mob will string these boys

up without givin' a second thought.

[Sheriff] So...

[Sheriff] Tuttle,

why don't you take this car back to Mr. Brewer in one piece as requested.

Yes, sir, I can do that.

[Mr. Tuttle] You gentlemen have a safe trip and I'll see you back in Globe.

(Crowd screaming)

[Sheriff] All right.

All right, now y'all stay back!

[Sheriff] Everybody stay where they are! No one comes closer than that first step!

[Sheriff] You got what you want! We brought 'em in!

They're gonna see a judge! That's it!

Deputy.

Just keep it down!

(Crowd screaming)

(unsettling music)

I'm Thomas Flannigan.

I'll be representing you boys in these proceedings.

Hell, you two sure are lucky the sheriff

brought you in by automobile in the dead of night.

There's been a mob meeting every incoming train at the depot since

word hit town they had you two in custody.

You both know these people in Globe are dead set on pioneer justice.

Sheriff probably saved your necks.

Well, that sheriff wants to see us hang.

Don't worry.

I'll see to it that your rights are upheld and you both get a fair trial.

Have you boys been able to contact any family members?

[William Stewart] No, sir.

I don't have any family in town.

All my family's back East.

Same with me, sir.

My closest family's in North Carolina.

We were both in the army.

That's how we ended up way out here.

I will work on getting word to your people.

Can you provide me with your next of kin?

Now...

I want you boys to keep tight lips from here on out.

That means don't talk to anyone about your case that isn't me.

And I'll be back in the next day or two.

(piano riffing)

(bar patron chatter)

[Bar patron] Mr. Flannigan, on the subject of Judge Sniffen,

[Bar patron] Thomas Flannigan here knew the judge pretty well.

[Bar patron] Didn't you, Tom?

Good evening, Thomas.

Don't pay any attention to them.

Are you here for your... medicine?

Hell, Sniffen was the one that talked Flannigan into gettin' them boys hanged.

Ain't that right, Tommy boy?

You shut your damn mouth!

It's none of your damn business anyway!

Oh, come on, Flannigan. That was forty years ago.

[Bar patron] Lighten up!

[Thomas] Stupid sons of bitches.

(Laughing)

[Thomas] I shoulda let it be.

[Walter] Good evening, Mr. Thomas. I'm just makin' your bed for ya.

[Thomas] I shoulda let it be. Those boys would still be alive.

[Thomas] Stupid people! Just can't mind their own business.

Are you still troubled by those murders?

Mr. Thomas,

[Walter] you know...

they say that once you have something eating at you, it won't stop

until it's eaten you all the way up.

You've gotta talk to someone, sir.

I never should have made a fuss.

Those boys would have done...

fifteen years of those life sentences, tops.

There's blood on my hands.

I should have never let Sniffen talk me into it.

Talk you into what, sir?

[Thomas] Goodwin and Stewart were tried in a territorial court

and both were sentenced to life in prison.

We had no defense that wouldn't expose those two boys to havin' to take the stand.

Any lawyer worth his salt knows

You never put the defendants on the stand.

My hands were tied.

[Judge] John Goodwin, the court has found you guilty

and sentences you to life in the Florence Territorial Prison.

I'm sorry, John.

There's a good chance we can appeal this.

[Thomas] Everything was stacked against us... even the jury.

[Judge] And sentences you to life in the Florence Territorial Prison.

[Thomas] Those cases were settled before they began.

Town folk in Globe and throughout the county had their minds made up.

Had that been the end of our story...

then those two boys would have served life sentences...

and even gotten parole.

Those boys would have had a second chance at life.

Sniffen and his damned articles. They got everybody all riled up... even me.

[Walter] There's that name again.

Who is Sniffen?

And what do you mean by his articles?

He was an old attorney turned judge who had a habit of getting

drunk and stickin' his nose where it didn't belong.

I stood idly by... as Sniffen had a newspaper man

writing articles based on Sniffen's opinions.

He kept insisting that we should appeal the case on the grounds of ha be as corpus.

He felt...

that the case was capricious and arbitrary.

(phonograph record playing)

[Sniffen] I'm tellin' ya, Thomas...

a territorial trial was the wrong jurisdiction to begin with.

[Sniffen] Where was I?

Oh yeah.

[Sniffen] The murders happened on the San Carlos reservation.

The territorial courts have no right to judge those two men.

You know what? Hold on.

I bet ya ten of these silver dollars, they'll be out of federal

prison in five years or less, even with a life sentence.

I hear what you're saying, but what makes you so sure?

You are betting coins.

I'm gambling with their lives.

Checkmate.

[Thomas] He swore that the territory had no jurisdiction to try the boys

because the crime was committed on an Indian reservation by white persons.

The district attorney had read Sniffen's articles.

He insisted that Attorney Morrison

indict the boys on federal charges.

It took a federal jury forty five minutes to find John Goodwin guilty...

and they sentenced him to hang.

[Walter] Forty five minutes?

(Sigh)

That hardly seems fair.

William Stewart was found guilty

and he was sentenced to life in prison

at the federal penitentiary in Atlanta, Georgia.

Why didn't Stewart get the death penalty?

Didn't he commit the same crime?

It was determined...

that one of the jury members during the jury selection

was less than truthful...

and that he claimed to support capital punishment.

But when it came time to determine the fate...

of William Stewart...

(sigh) he did an about-face.

He became the only jury member

to dissent from sentencing William Stewart to death.

[Walter] So he was able to serve his time and possibly get out on parole?

No, no, no.

Attorney Morrison had a vendetta to seek the death penalty.

That bastard had him brought back from

Georgia to be tried for the death of Fred Kibbe.

And he made damn sure that that jury had no objection to a hangin'.

William Stewart was represented by Attorney Benton Dick in his federal case.

(Sigh)

[Thomas] I had to watch it from the pews.

Man, it was a sight to behold.

I felt helpless.

I'm so sorry, Thomas.

You know...

everybody told me I should've let the boys tell their story.

Goodwin told me that Stewart had a dog that bit Hillpot on the leg

[Thomas] and that's what led to the melee that led to the double slaying.

(sigh)

I can honestly say...

I believe the story about the dog.

[Thomas] But...

the fact that they...

made off with all the...

money and guns and belongings of the victims...

as their attorney, it led me to believe

that it was perilous to put those boys on the witness stand.

(intense music)

(courtroom chatter)

[Attorney Morrison] Mr. Johnson would you please tell this jury

what you witnessed on the morning of September 16th, 1910?

(intense music)

Well, I was travelin' through on my way to Rice.

I had to stop off at Tuttle Station for some supplies.

When I knocked on the door, it swung open slightly.

And that's when I saw the body of ol' Fred Kibbe lyin' there under the table.

That's when I decided to go inside and see if anyone else was still alive.

[Mr. Johnson] Then I saw the body of ol' Albert Hillpot

lying in the corner of the room on a saddle pad...

in a pool of blood.

Were there signs of a struggle?

Yes, sir.

He'd been shot through the shoulder...

and his chest was all cut open.

And his head, it had been bashed in!

All their personal effects had been removed.

[Mr. Johnson] But I believe it was an attempt to

make it look like the Apaches did it.

Objection, your honor.

Conjecture.

[Judge Morrow] Sustained.

The jury will disregard the speculation on the part of Mr. Johnson...

and will only take into account the

testimony as has been given by the witness, Mr. Johnson.

[Journegan] Mr. Johnson sent me to the Tuttle Station.

This is a plat map of the station as I came across it that morning.

When I entered, I found the bodies lying here and here...

as described by Mr. Johnson.

[Journegan] There were bullet holes in this east wall...

There were items strewn about.

There were no weapons present.

It...

was utter...

chaos.

I heard four shots from two different guns.

[Attorney Morrison] Two guns, you say?

Yeah.

The first was loud, sounded like a pistol.

Pow!

Followed quickly by three muffled shots.

Pow! Pow! Pow!

[Attorney Morrison] And what did the muffled shots sound like?

Those were the sound of a rifle.

The only rifle I could think that could shoot

that quick would be e-either a pump or a lever action.

[Attorney Morrison] No further questions, your honor.

(intense music)

Mr. Conboy...

It's my understanding that you have spoke to Mr. William Stewart.

Yes, sir.

I visited Mr. Stewart in jail...

to see why he did what he did.

Told me they got in a fight over a dog,

but they had to kill them boys.

Told me they acted in self defense.

[Mrs. Conboy] I had seen Fred Kibbe and Albert Hillpot,

whom I knew from Globe.

They approached our camp on September 14th.

They told us they were on a hunting expedition,

that they had received permission to base camp at Tuttle Station.

[Mrs. Conboy] On the second night of their hunting expedition...

while we were eating dinner... around the campfire,

I heard a gunshot.

It was followed by three more muffled shots.

(gunshot)

(gunshot)

(gunshot)

(gunshot)

We had seen Stewart and Steele earlier that day, firing guns.

We just... we didn't think anything of it.

The night before they were killed, uh Fred and Al walked up...

lookin'...a little perturbed.

We got to talkin' about the goings on in town and...

Albert mentioned sellin' his business.

He had the money right here.

I knew that kind of talk could get Albert hurt,

or worse.

Right about that time, Stewart and Steele... came up.

You could cut the tension with a knife.

I'll never forget that morning

Mr. Johnson came over to tell us there had been murders.

My heart sank.

I just knew somethin' happened to Fred and Al.

I just knew it was those two.

[Attorney Morrison] And Mrs. Conboy, just to clarify,

by Mr. Steele, you mean John Goodwin.

[Mrs. Conboy] Yes, sir.

Let the record show that the defendant's accomplice, John Goodwin,

went by the alias of John Steele.

Now then, Mr. Tuttle...

these incidents took place at your transfer station.

Is that correct?

I own the transfer station.

William Stewart was my employee.

I see.

And it's my understanding that you accompanied

Sheriff Thompson in apprehending the assailants.

Is that correct?

Yes, sir.

It was an adventure.

It was like a scene right out of a motion picture.

And these two men were apprehended in

the dead of night at Adamana Station.

Did they put up much of a fight?

No, sir.

They just about begged us to take 'em in at that point...

long as we gave em' food and water.

And did they admit to killing these two boys at the time?

Yes...

but they said it was in self-defense

that they had-had a fight over a dog.

(scoff)

You mean to tell me that these two men

took two human lives over a dog?

[Attorney Morrison] Now, Sheriff Thompson,

[Attorney Morrison] you testified at the time of the apprehension that Mr. Stewart

[Attorney Morrison] and Mr. Goodwin were in fact wearing the hats of the dead men

and carrying a bag containing their belongings.

[Attorney Morrison] Isn't that correct?

Yes, sir.

They'd also stolen the men's horses, guns, and money.

As well as all the rest of their belongings.

Well, William Stewart was wearing Fred's

gold watch when we took the men into custody.

Yeah, they certainly took us on quite the chase, but they gave up

without the gunfight that we was preparin' for.

And they admitted to killing Fred Kibbe and Albert Hillpot.

[Attorney Morrison] Your Honor...

the U.S. government calls as its witness, Mrs. Fred Kibbe to the stand.

(door opens, footsteps heard)

Ah, Mrs. Kibbe...

thank you.

Thank you so much for being here today.

[Attorney Morrison] My sincerest and deepest condolences.

[Attorney Morrison] I'm sure by now you're all too familiar with this process.

[Attorney Morrison] Now, I'm going to show you some evidence.

Tell me...

Mrs. Kibbe...

have you seen this 30-30 Marlin before?

Yes, sir. That was Fred's.

And...

this revolver, had you seen this before?

Yes, sir. That was Fred's forty-five Colt.

It was his favorite gun.

[Attorney Morrison] Well, it's a very common gun, Mrs. Kibbe.

How can you be sure it was Fred's?

The receipt on that table there was provided to you by me.

You will read on that receipt the

serial number of the forty-five Colt Fred purchased.

It matches the serial number on this gun right here.

Yes, well...

-what about... -I helped him pack all of

the items you have there on

the table on the morning of their departure for their hunting trip.

Mrs. Kibbe?

(peaceful music)

(birds chirping)

[Fred Kibbe] Hey, Martha... seen my gold watch?

[Fred Kibbe] Martha?

[Mrs. Kibbe] I've got it right here.

You sure do look handsome in that hat, Fred.

I'll be back in a few days, Martha.

I promise.

I'll take you to Dominion Hotel for a

weekend away just you and I when I return.

Just you and I?

I've already arranged for your mother to take care of Dorothy.

(Laughing) That is so sweet, Fred.

Oh, that's such a good idea.

Mmm.

I'm going to hold you to it.

(Laughing)

[Fred Kibbe] Dorothy, sweetie.

Dorothy.

Oh, my sweet pea.

Don't you go fussin' for mom while I'm gone.

Can you two honeymooners cut it short?

Gotta hit the trail if we're gonna make it to Tuttle Station before sundown.

Bye, sweetie.

(peaceful music)

(Crying)

(dissonant music)

You will have to excuse me.

I've identified these same items in five trials now.

Every time being forced to think back to a time where my Fred was alive...

and we were happy.

I will never get that back.

How many times must I sit on this stand?

Hang this man so that I may grieve and

never have to relive this awful day ever again!

(gavel clank)

Order!

(whispering gallery)

(gavel clank)

Order!

There will be order in my courtroom or I will

hold each and every one of you in contempt court.

No further questions, your honor.

(inaudible whispering)

Mrs. Kibbe...

do you actually know who killed your husband?

As I have said before, I was at home with my child.

But I know my husband is dead and William

Stewart was found with his hat and his gold watch.

I did not witness the killing with my own eyes.

I cannot say definitively who's to blame.

Just so this jury understands...

You would have my client, William Stewart,

sentenced to death...

based on your assumptions?

My client maintains that Fred Kibbe's death

was the result of the actions of John Goodwin and John Goodwin alone.

I have no further questions.

(tragic music)

William Stewart will take the witness stand

on his own behalf

and of his own free will and choice.

(suspenseful music)

[Attorney Dick] Mr. Stewart...

why don't you tell this jury exactly what happened

on the night of September 15th, 1910 at Tuttle Station.

It was very late when this...

thing happened.

We had just finished eatin' dinner...

and we sat around talkin'.

Kibbe and I were seated at the table.

Goodwin was on his bunk...

and Hillpot was lying on a saddle pad in the corner of the station.

[William Stewart] Now Goodwin got up...

[William Stewart] and walked past us.

I was only made aware of Goodwin's return into the room by the

flash and sound of a six shooter.

Goodwin shot Kibbe first w-w-with a six shooter.

He never moved...

nor said a word.

I was only made aware of the fact that he had been shot after

witnessin' the stream of blood...

drippin' on the floor.

Goodwin immediately grabbed up my rifle which was standin' near the door...

[William Stewart] and he fired three more shots as fast as he could pump the gun.

(gunshots)

[William Stewart] Durin' all this I was badly scared. I was...

I was paralyzed.

The room was dimly lit...

and I couldn't tell if Hillpot had raised himself up after the first shot.

I thought he had.

[John Goodwin] AAAAHHH!

-(smashing sounds, skull cracking) -(John Goodwin) (grunting)

(heavy breathing)

Goodwin then turned to me and said...

it was like killin' animals to him.

[William Stewart] John, stop.

[William Stewart] John, stop!

What are you gonna do about it William?

If you notify the officers

they'll convict ya on circumstantial evidence.

Why do you think I used two guns?

Why John?

We just ate dinner damn near like family!

How could you do a thing like this?

How could you kill these men?

You know, people that kill people always be bothered.

It's just like killing animals to me.

You're never gonna get away with this.

What kind of man...

lets another man kick the hell out of his dog

and then goes on like nothing ever even

-happened? -Oh, this was never about my damn dog!

You are blood thirsty.

I never would have went along with it and you knew it.

I would have warned those boys!

If I'd knewn you woulda carried out like this.

Well, you're in it now.

They'll hang ya as an accessory.

May as well help me gather up what's worth takin'.

Come on.

Go back to Wyomin'...

to Yellowstone.

We'll rob us a coach.

We'll have us a time!

(hitting table, rattling items)

Alright.

[John Goodwin] Somethin' for your troubles.

[William Stewart] Come on girl.

(clucking sound) Hey... come on! Get up!

Come on!

[John Goodwin] What are you doin'?

You can't take that dog with us.

You better take care of it.

She gonna follow us all the way to Holbrook.

You're outta your damn mind!

Well, you better tie her to a post or somethin' or I'll take care of it.

Last thing we need... is them following a trail of dog shit right to us!

Come on girl! (clucking sound)

Let's go!

(dog whimpers)

[William Stewart] Yeah, let's go.

(horse hooves clank)

(dog barks)

(Attorney Dick) Prior to the killings...

had Mr.Goodwin made you aware

of his intentions to harm these young men?

Of course.

That man Goodwin had spoken to me several times about

pluckin' off other parties comin' here.

H-He-He also told stories of wanting to kill Globe bankers.

I was to take the six shooter and shoot one and

he was gonna shoot the other one with a rifle.

He also wanted to kill Tuttle's boy

and Mr. Conboy and Mr. Conboy's wife.

But that was just Steele.

I mean...

Goodwin.

In our Army days he...

He always had some scheme he was talkin' about.

Well he was always talkin'.

But if I'd known he was serious about what he was plannin'...

I woulda warned those boys.

So just so this jury understands...

would it be reasonable to say

that John Goodwin

[Attorney Dick] was a man of many words?

Yes.

For as long as I'd known him he schemed and talked...

but this was the first time he acted on it.

[Attorney Dick] No further questions, Your Honor.

Now then...

you and Mr. Goodwin robbed these boys...

and went on the run for five days.

Do these seem like the acts of a willing participant?

[Attorney Morrison] Need I remind the defendant that in sworn statements given

by witnesses in Show Low, Arizona,

that Mr. William Stewart and Mr. John Goodwin were in fact seen in

[Attorney Morrison] Show Low on their flight to Adamana.

Mr. Stewart was even separated

from Mr. Goodwin a good half mile in Show Low while entering a mercantile.

Now he could've revealed his predicament to trustworthy men in Show Low...

who would've aided in his protection from Mr. Goodwin.

But did he?

No.

[Attorney Morrison] He continued on his flight with Goodwin

and was apprehended in Adamana.

Goodwin took the guns and ammunition.

Sure...

I could've given him the slip on our flight...

but I was afraid.

As Goodwin said that the circumstantial evidence and the fact that

two men were killed with two different guns would hang me!

I didn't feel I had a choice but to go along at that point.

If he could kill those men and think nothin' of it...

what about me?

[Attorney Morrison] So you can honestly say...

that you didn't kill anyone

and that this whole predicament was forced upon you by the threat of reprisal?

That is correct.

And you state to this court that Goodwin used both guns.

Yes.

[Attorney Morrison] Here are the military documents

from Fort Apache...

that clearly show that Mr. William Stewart and John Goodwin

were in fact soldiers in the Fifth Cavalry.

[Attorney Morrison] It also says that they deserted the Army.

Now tell me, when you deserted the Army in Wyoming

and made your way back to Arizona,

didn't you write Goodwin and tell him to join you?

(suspensful music)

That's right.

[Attorney Morrison] Then it would appear that you were

influence over Goodwin and not Goodwin over you!

No further questions, Your Honor.

(unsettling music)

[Judge Morrow] We will proceed with closing arguments.

[Judge Morrow] Attorney Morrison, you may proceed.

Allow me to demonstrate...

by this plat drawn by Mr. Journegan...

and the bodies examined by Sheriff Thompson...

that there were in fact two shooters

that participated in the murders of Fred Kibbe and Albert Hillpot.

Now then...

from a seated position in a chair, Mr. Fred Kibbe was shot.

One bullet...

entered above the left eye and exited at an opposite

angle through the back of the head.

Now this clearly shows that one shooter

was positioned to the front left of Kibbe.

Now if you'd allow me to further demonstrate.

[Attorney Morrison] Excuse me.

[Attorney Dick] Your Honor... this is absurd.

The court will allow.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Now then...

the evidence of the bullet holes will show that at the

moment Fred Kibbe was shot through the head,

Mr. Hillpot began to rise up and was immediately hit by gunfire.

Then, from the high power of the projectile of the bullet, he was

thrown clearly back right onto his saddle pad.

At which point...

his head was bashed in by a rifle stock

and his chest was split open by his own Bowie knife.

Now the quickness in which these men met their deaths could only

mean that two shooters... were lying in wait to commit this act.

Having shown these things, it is physically

impossible for one man to have acted alone.

[Attorney Morrison] The crossfire of two guns clearly

[Attorney Morrison] shows William Stewart's involvement.

[Attorney Morrison] Now...

with the court having instructed you on the law, we ask for a verdict of guilty...

and to affix the death penalty upon William Stewart...

as has been done to his partner in crime, John Goodwin.

We object to the last statement regarding John Goodwin.

[Judge Morrow] Granted.

The jury will disregard the previous statement associating the

punishment of John Goodwin to William Stewart.

The statement is immediately stricken by the court.

The defense of Stewart is that he did not kill Kibbe.

Nor did he participate in the commission of any crimes by any act of his own...

nor by any agreement, plan, or understanding with Goodwin.

The defendant admits in the robberies of both Hillpot and Kibbe.

The statute provides that the killing of an individual in the

perpetration or mere attempt to perpetrate a robbery is murder.

The mere fact of a robbery is an admission for your consideration.

The flight with the defendant and Goodwin together is also evidence

of guilt and a fact for your consideration.

The only explanation the defendant gives for these admitted facts...

is that he was compelled to do so as he did by Goodwin.

Is this answer sufficient

in light of all the evidence and surrounding circumstances?

This is the question you're called upon to answer by your verdict.

The U.S. government rests its case.

Stewart has no ghost of a show ever...

to breathe the air of this world a free man.

Taking Stewart's life will never bring back that of Fred Kibbe.

William Stewart has a father and mother...

that will be just as badly hurt if he is killed...

as Mrs. Kibbe was...

when her husband met death.

Attorney Morrison's theatrics aside, he has

not proven that my client has committed murder.

He bases his convenient facts

on circumstantial evidence that cannot be found in these books!

William Stewart maintains that...

he was an unwilling participant...

in the robberies...

in fear of his life.

I ask that you find my client not guilty of murder...

and give my client another chance at life.

[Judge Morrow] We will take a recess to allow the jury to deliberate.

This court will reconvene once the verdict has been reached.

(Bang of the gavel)

[Bailiff] All rise.

Thomas...

would you care to attend our services during the recess?

No, thank you father.

Your job is to save men in the afterlife.

My job is to save them in this world.

You'll have to excuse me.

Benton!

Slow down!

Not now, Thomas. I need a smoke.

You let Morrison walk all over you in there!

That boy's as good as hung!

What do you suppose I should have said in there, Thomas?

Well of all the things you could have done,

you should have never let William on the stand!

You hung him out to dry!

Look, we're in this federal court because of you, Flannigan.

Otherwise...

we wouldn't be having this conversation.

[Court Clerk] The verdict is in.

Will the defendant rise and face the jury?

Juror number one will read the verdict.

Juror number one, please arise and approach the judge's bench.

Your Honor.

We stand for the United States of America...

and we find the defendant,

William Stewart,

[Juror number one] guilty of murder in the first degree.

(gasping court patrons)

(sobering music)

[Walter] Thomas...

there was nothing you could do.

It appears that that jury already had its mind made up.

Sure, I could've.

Hell, I should have let the original case live and die in the territorial court.

We were so naive...

to believe that the jury wouldn't be biased.

The news of the murders had spread all over the territory by that point.

(sigh) Benton Dick and I a-...

appealed the case to the U.S. Court of Appeals in San Francisco...

[Flannigan] and they maintained their conviction that a dog bite...

was not grounds for murder and robbery.

[Flannigan] John Goodwin was set to hang on March 13th.

I did manage to get a stay of execution of sixty days from President Wilson...

as John's family was not properly notified of the trouble that he was in.

[John Goodwin] Pin it on tight, Thomas,

[John Goodwin] so it won't fall off.

Bury me with it, too.

Thank you, Mr. Flannigan.

You always treated me with the respect an innocent man deserves.

We knew...

that we were... only delaying the inevitable.

Those sixty days...

came and went.

I'll see you in hell...

but before you come to be with me, I hope you choke to death!

[onlooker #1] String him up!

[onlooker #2] Hang the son of a bitch!

[Goodwin] AHHHH!

[Goodwin] (choking)

Hey, Stewart...

it looks like they just hung your boy Goodwin.

(Sighs)

(Rodent chirping)

How you holdin' up?

[William Stewart] I expect to get the hang of it soon.

I would rather hang than spend my life in Atlanta.

There's no punishment but the anticipation in this...

but a man's soul goes through hell in the tortures of prison.

This is easy.

It will be over soon.

[Marshal Dillon] Listen, Stewart.

I urge you to meet with Father Barrett.

L-let me get a razor... will you?

I can shave myself and... not even touch my neck.

Listen, William.

Get yourself right with God.

Well...

only the priest and Jesus Christ can do me any good now.

[Marshal Dillon] I'll call for the priest.

[Marshal Dillon] He should be down shortly.

[William Stewart] Okay, marshal. Thank you.

No, wait!

Don't send the priest.

I can't do it.

He would want me to pray...

[William Stewart] and get on my knee.

I can't do that with a clear conscience.

It would not be sincere.

Despite the pushback...

Marshal Dillon was somehow able to convince Stewart to meet the priest.

[Father Barrett] Good evening, William.

Is there anything you would like to get off your chest?

I cannot understand the fear...

and anxiety you must feel right now.

But our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ... sacrificed his own life

to take on your burdens if you will accept Him as the Christ.

William, have... you ever been much of a follower in Christ?

[Father Barrett] Hmm.

We learn...

in Psalm 86:5,

"For thou, Lord, art good and ready to forgive, and plenteous in

his mercy unto all those that call upon thee."

I don't know where to start.

I sit in this cell...

and I constantly play the last few years of my life in my mind.

And it's dark...

full of regret.

It's hell.

To say otherwise would not be sincere.

And maybe... I don't know, maybe...

if I didn't leave the army, maybe none of this mess would've found me.

I'm... deeply sorry, William.

I can't offer you freedom in this life.

But our merciful Lord... can make you whole in the world to come.

May we pray?

In nómine Patris, et Fílii, et Spíritus Sancti

[indistinct] Pater noster, qui es in caelis...

I just... hope he was able to make peace with God that night.

William...

I received word this evening from Washington.

President Wilson... has denied clemency.

So I guess they're gonna hang me in the mornin' as planned.

[Flannigan] I'm afraid so, William.

[Flannigan] Our hands are tied.

(tin cup hits the wall)

This is unjust.

Hell, Wilson gave that bastard Goodwin a stay and he done committed the murders!

[Flannigan] I'm sorry, William.

Well sorry's not good enough!

(Breathing Heavily)

You had me convinced that a federal trial would keep me off the gallows,

and I would serve fifteen years at most!

(Breathing Heavily)

Sorry.

(Breathing Heavily)

I'm sorry, William.

(water dripping, birds cooing)

(keys jangling, door opening)

(footsteps)

(water dripping, footsteps)

(keys jangling)

(door opening)

(footsteps)

[Marshal Dillon] William...

[Marshal Dillon] it's time.

(somber music)

Step over to the door.

(door opening)

(chains clanking)

(footsteps, chains clanking)

(somber music)

(music crescendo)

(eerie music, birds chirping)

(ominous music, footsteps)

(footsteps, wood creaking, chains clanking)

Anything you wanna say?

Nothin'.

No, Joe.

(ominous music, footsteps)

(chains clanking)

(leather tightening)

(heavily breathing)

Goodbye, Bill.

Goodbye, Joe.

(trap door opens)

(leather strethes, chains jangle)

(gallows creaks)

(hammer impacts)

(doves cooing, birds chirping)

We pray... for the families of these four men now deceased.

We hope that all those affected by this tragedy...

find solace with their Redeemer.

(doves cooing, birds chirping)

May God rest, William Stewart's soul.

I hope I never happen to witness another,

much less participate in the deed.

May we never have another hanging during my term.

(puffing smoke)

I still see the faces of John Goodwin and William Stewart.

Of all of the hundreds of men that I've represented in my time,

no two faces have ever stuck with me the same.

I tried desperately to save their necks.

(somber music, fire crackling)

(sigh)

But all of Gila County and the entire territory

(sigh) had a thirst...

for frontier justice.

(somber music)

It'll be okay.

(sigh, distraught breathing)

I'm sorry, William.

(sniffling)

(panting) I'm sorry.

(doves cooing, birds chirping)

(somber music)

(footsteps)

(labored inhale and exhale)

(prominent musical note on downbeat sustained with dramatic pause)