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Sure be good getting away from the ranch for a while, won't it?

You crazy or something?

Just wanted to make sure you could still talk.

You've been riding the last five miles like I didn't exist even.

Dave, you pull the stunt I got again and you won't.

Yes, big brother.

Lead on.

What are we supposed to do, yell at each other?

Come on up here if you've got so much to say.

If that's your idea of making conversation, you can fall back to where

you were.

I've been thinking about that mare we spotted last fall.

Sure hope she hasn't left our range.

She's probably out there somewhere.

If only I hadn't missed that throw. Prettiest little horse I ever saw and I

had to go miss.

You make it sound like it was the first time you ever missed.

I'm not saying I'm as good with a rope as Lee or even as good as you.

What do you mean even?

I can rope as good as Lee any day.

Better.

Go on, break your full neck for all I care!

Say,

you speak your lingo pretty good.

My mother was soon.

Well, what do you know?

Say, if you're with the Rays on the reservations these days, I'm going to

have to join the tribe.

You'll have to talk to my brother about that. You'll find him in the corral.

Oh, now.

I'm not in that much of a hurry to put on a blanket.

Not unless I'm sure you're in the right company.

Well, what brings you strangers over here? Hello, Ed?

Davey? It would have been a long time ago if I'd known you stocked that kind

of merchandise, Avery.

That's right. Clee wasn't here last time you came by.

Well, now what can I do for you?

So you tell him, Davey. I got something else on my mind. We're starting a horse

drive tomorrow, Mr. Avery, and right now we're a little short-handed.

The Hackett Ranch short-handed? Well, you see, last week Dad had to ship out 5

,000 head of cattle, and there was some mix-up at the railroad, not enough cars.

And the men that went ahead with the herd won't get back in time.

I see. So if there's a chance of your people wanting to help out, we'd be sure

obliged. Sure.

There's just too many horses on our range now. Lots of wild stuff strays

from other outfits.

So you wild stuff, honey, are just a stray.

We figured it'd take about three weeks to round them up, another week in

Jackson City to sell them and trade them off.

Maybe that's what you'll be doing in Jackson City, but I can think of better

ways to pass my time.

Clee, huh?

That's what I call a real pretty name.

Say, what's it mean in Sioux, honey?

It isn't Sioux, and it isn't honey either.

There's no right to talk to her like that. Treating her like she was just

a... What, a half-breed? Why not?

Think a couple of years of agency schooling has changed the color of that

hide?

Why don't you shut up?

Oh, miss?

Miss Clay?

Don't pay any attention to that brother of mine. He says things just to get you

mad. At times, he gets me so mad, I want to hit him.

Might be a very good idea if you did.

Oh, I have.

Trouble is, he hits back, and a lot harder than I do.

That's better.

My name's David Hackett. Most everyone calls me Davey, though.

I heard, Mr. Avery. I knew you were both Hacketts.

But you fooled me when you first came in, because you weren't wearing the

Hackett trademark.

A gun.

I'm Cecily Schwa.

Cecily? I thought it was Clay.

My mother had trouble pronouncing Cecily. It's French.

My father was French.

I don't know which one I like better, Cecily or Clee.

They both sound might pretty.

It's all right. You didn't call me honey.

Oh, Paul.

The big H needs some extra hands for a horse drive.

Heel pull.

This is David Hackett, my brother Paul.

Black horse, blue eagle.

How?

How?

Well, what they mean is how much you paying.

I don't care how much they're paying. Don't you go spend it all on fancy

shirts in Jackson City. Now, you run along, squall. This is man's business.

Bye, Mr. Hackett.

Bye, Miss Essling. Thank you.

When does your drive start?

Mr. Hackett?

Oh, yeah. Yeah, you were...

Well,

Mr. Hackett?

Now, about those... about the wages...

How you doing, babe?

Hi, Art, baby.

Hi, Brett.

Ellie, we're ready to roll.

Hi. I've got a fine side of beef.

See you tomorrow.

And, Jonesy, you got to the end of the month to fill those contracts.

You make sure those stairs are down at that railhead in plenty of time, huh?

Johnson knows that I want 3,000 heads moved down to that lower south range,

doesn't he?

No, Tyler and the boys can give them a hand when they get back.

All right, I'll take care of it.

Or leave.

I'll, uh, I'll stay here and keep an eye on things if you want.

Oh, no.

I'm not about to put you out to pasture yet.

Why, Bob, you and me haven't missed a horse drive in 20 years.

Man's entitled to have a little fun once in a while.

Chasing Jughead Bronx ain't the fun it used to be.

Not to me.

Hey, you know why, don't you?

Because you don't have a couple of sons like that to keep up with.

Yeah, but you ain't just satisfied in keeping up with them. You've got to stay

ahead of them all the time.

Can you look at the agency?

Yeah, got three signed up.

Two and a half. One's a breed.

You mean Paul Cheward?

Yeah, do you know him? He was back.

Yep, I know him.

Lead the kids, I'll do the best all-around Mustang of this side of the

Yellowstone. Is that so?

You think so, huh?

Well, you don't have to take my word for it. See for yourself.

Yeah, I'll take your horse. No, thanks, Pop.

I don't pay a foreman to rub down my son's horses.

I didn't ask him to, did I? That don't make any difference. You're accepted.

I've told you before, this family don't accept favors.

Unless we're ready to pay it back double or triple.

You're saying I have to rub down two or three of his horses? I'm saying I don't

want it to happen again.

Yes, sir.

Ed.

Don't you walk away from me when I'm talking to you.

Listen, son.

You let a man do things for you, things you should be doing yourself, and sooner

or later, he's gonna get the idea that he's a better man than you are. You

remember that?

Yes, sir.

You can stop calling me sir.

All right, go and get washed up for supper, huh?

Bob, you say he's the best all-around mustang of this side of the Yellowstone,

huh?

You know, as well as I do, Lane, I don't let that stand.

It'll keep them from bugging each other, won't it?

Ain't gonna make life easy for Chihuahua, though.

Gary?

Yeah, Lee?

How's this hanging in the tack room again after you left? Oh, I guess I

forgot. You forgot, huh?

All right, I didn't forget. I left it there on purpose. Well, then suppose you

put it on.

All right, I'll put it on.

Tell me, when's the attack begin?

Has Sioux gone on the warpath since we left the Indian agency?

We got rustlers raiding the ranch or something?

Now,

look here, young man. Come here.

You're not so big that I can't take my belt to you.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to be freshly, but what's the point of it? I can shoot good

enough. Oh.

Last time I was in Jackson City, there was one man I saw barring the sheriff

who was wearing a gun.

I can see folks staring at us. Sure they stare. Don't you think I know that? I

want them to.

Bunch of Johnny-come-lately sodbusters. Let them get a good look.

Why? I'll tell you why.

I want them to know that this ain't their country yet for all they're trying

to take it over.

I just want to remind them that some of us got here first, and we're the ones

who had to fight for it.

Yeah, and with this.

Where do you think they'd be if I hadn't worn that gun?

If I hadn't known how to use it.

All right, you're good. Keep it moving.

A little rusty, huh?

Come on, we'll chip off a little bit.

It's been a long time since we've had practice.

Too long, I think.

You want to start easy or try?

No, no, one at a time will do me fine.

You all set?

Yeah, go ahead.

Once more.

Maybe you weren't even close.

Son, you've got to watch that wrist. Now, keep it loose.

Here, take these.

I'm going to work it slow so you can see what I mean.

David, don't watch the bottles. I'm not teaching you how to throw bottles. Just

watch the gun.

All right, anytime.

See what I mean?

Yep.

All right, let's see you hit that one out there now.

No, no, don't work on your draw. Just take aim.

Son, I swear, I think you could do better than that when you were 15 years

old. Maybe I could, but what's so important about it?

I can shoot well enough to kill a rattler or put a horse out of its

misery. Yes, you can if you're standing close enough.

You tell me what's so important about it.

I see you standing in front of the mirror practicing your fast to draw a

real fancy gunslinger. How'd you like a kick in the rub?

No, no.

Nothing wrong with a man trying to outdraw himself in the mirror.

By the way, how'd you do?

Well,

let's see how fast you are.

All right.

Now throw one first and then the other.

But you don't draw until I've thrown the second one.

But you gotta hit that one first.

You got it?

Yeah, okay. Go ahead.

You're set.

Yeah.

That's very good.

You think you can do any better?

No, son. No, I don't.

I'm not shooting at bottles.

Now, if that had been a man over there... Yeah, sure, sure.

Oh, no, now, look. I've seen some mighty fast guns slow to a dead crawl when it

had to count.

Well, there's one way to find out.

Look, uh, suppose, uh... Suppose each of us took a tin can, huh?

Yeah. We held it out like this.

We step back, and when Davey gives the word, we draw.

And fire?

Yeah, the tin cans, yeah.

Oh, no, not on your life. Not if that was a gallon jug.

You think I want to be walking around minus a couple of fingers?

Now, here, give me that. I'll tell you what I'll do.

I'll take the can. I'll put it over here on the fence.

Well, the fool idea is that one takes the prize shooting a tin can out of a

man's hand. You don't think I can, huh?

If you'd have been anybody else, I'd have drilled you dead center.

Look, habit is a strong thing in a man, Ed.

You've got to learn to respect a gun.

Knowing when to shoot is just as important as knowing how.

You're... Come on, let's get up the house and get some supper. You know,

this is the last home cooking we're going to get until roundup.

Come on, baby.

He's good.

Yes, sir.

Feels like rain the full morning.

Doesn't look that way to me.

You better take my advice.

Get your ponchos out of the wagons right now.

There's not a cloud in the sky.

One thing I've learned is never to argue with a woman, a mule, or a cook.

H.U.R.

What do you say? You think it's going to rain?

I don't know.

You don't know?

And you half Indian?

Well, I thought you Sioux could read sign on the weather like it was a

farmer's almanac.

What's the matter, your white blood spoil your medicine?

Now, look.

I signed for this roundup because you needed hands.

You knew the color of mine.

Now, if they're not good enough for you, pay me off.

Listen. All right, now, let's put away our scalping knife. I'm still running

this outfit.

Ed, go on. It's your turn tonight, Heard. I just got back. I said go on.

Better take a poncho with you. All right, don't blame me if you're sitting

out there dripping wet, catching pneumonia and passing it on to the rest

of us. All right, stop harping on it. I don't think it's going to rain either.

Three ponchos.

Yeah.

sitting out there in this without a poncho.

Oh, you think it may rain after all?

What? Never mind.

Give me, I'll bring him a poncho.

Not that he'll thank me for it.

Don't you thank me either.

Why should I? He's your brother, ain't he?

Blush him out of that belly down there. All right, boys.

They're like two young bulls with a horn's lock.

Neither one of them are going to give an inch.

You'd think they'd be satisfied to call it a dead heat and let it go at that.

Oh, no. Not that boy. That's not the way I raise him. You just watch.

All right.

Come here. No way to treat a horse, Ed. Look at him.

Come here.

Get out of here.

He's lucky I don't shoot him.

Remember that white mare we saw last fall?

Yeah, the one I missed?

Yeah, I saw her again this morning early.

That happy he did, too.

I'd have had her if that old hammerhead hadn't stumbled and dumped me. Just when

I was ready to toss my loop.

Hey, that arm ought to be cleaned and bandaged, Dad.

Wait till I catch that bear.

Didn't Juard get her?

She made a fool out of him.

She took a 15-foot leap across an arroyo like it was a mud puddle.

Left him just sitting there.

I wish you'd let me fix that arm for you.

I'll tell you what, Davey.

If I catch that mare, she's yours.

Give me room!

I can't! And I'm making room!

You sure that body can't be reached, Ed? No, I don't see how.

I sure am sorry about this.

Half-breed or no, he was a good hand, that boy. One of the best.

You have any family you know, Bob?

Yeah. He had a sister.

Someone ought to tell her. Yeah.

Well, don't look at me.

Well, you're the one responsible.

What do you mean, responsible?

No one's responsible for an accident. It's all in a day's riding.

Look at your brother's arm. He's not blaming anybody on that, is he?

Old thing is that somebody's got to tell her.

I'd like to send her some money, too, and see if she needs anything.

I think, Davey, you'd better go. It'd go down a lot better at the agency if one

of us handles it personally.

There's $100, and, uh... Well, you know, tell her that I'm sorry about this.

And, uh... Now, when you're finished... You ride on into Jackson City, chances

are we'll be there ahead of you.

All right, Bob, let's get him on.

Come on, boys, let's get going.

Isn't she a beauty?

I'm gonna start breaking her for you right away, Davey. Not for me. I don't

want her.

But I told you she was yours.

I wish you'd never seen her.

Yes?

I got some bad news.

I know.

Black Horse and Blue Eagle rode in this morning.

Is she around?

No, she isn't.

Well, can you tell me where I could find her?

Why?

Well, for one thing, there's some money coming to her.

And just how much value does your father put on a human life? Now, you just wait

a minute, Mr. Avery. My father feels as bad about this as you do, maybe worse.

Clee isn't here.

She went out with Black Horse and Blue Eagle to see where her brother died.

And Howie died.

What do you mean, Howie died? Didn't they tell her it was an accident?

No.

They call it murder.

That's a job done.

How many figure we got, Ed?

Not 3,400.

That's not bad.

I remember the time of swing like this about 7,800.

That's right. For my time, I'm no Methuselah like you two.

Methuselah, huh?

Why, you little couple.

Listen.

I'll be at the cattleman's bar down in my third drink before you... Yeah, we'll

see about that.

What was that?

Ed Hackett, that's what.

Ed Hackett? Couldn't be nobody else, boss. Don't like that.

He's wearing a pistol.

And I know that's against the law.

Yes, but you see, the Hacketts got here before the law did.

What was that? He's wearing a gun.

you showed up. I was just getting ready to send up some smoke signals.

Now, what kind of soda bar are you going to have?

Maybe you'd better make it a glass of milk.

Well, you sure don't want any more beer now, do you, boy?

I tell you, Lee, even from the fire... of the street. I can see

those beer cases rolling down.

And this kid here double shuffling training all the way.

Man alive.

Alive. Just like old time.

And then came riding up that site. Yeah.

Who's the one they call Lee?

You must be a stranger around here. That's Lee Huyken. He owns the Huyken

Ranch. The biggest spread in the state. Now, you've heard of that, haven't you?

I say, Lee, you remember the night they unveiled that there painting, huh?

What was it you said, Lee?

Something about hanging the artist instead of the picture?

And the next thing, his gun was out and smoking. Remember that, fellas?

Remember, boys? I think it was only yesterday.

Who can forget a thing like that?

Oh, no.

No one at all.

when the shooting was over, that poor bull.

Oh, and look, the sickest sight you ever saw.

You think that's something?

He's a jingle bob.

He's a bobtail. Want me to put the Hackett brand on him, Lee? Put that gun

away. Come on, just let me brand him. I told you to put that gun away.

Yes, sir.

Gentlemen, my apologies. I should have known better than trying to top Lee

Hackett.

Don't worry, I'll stand good for the damages.

And now, with your kind permission, I'll take my leave.

Ed.

You go upstairs and wash up.

It's beginning to look like I've neglected that boy's education. I

thought I taught him to carry his liquor better than that.

Oh, Mike, whatever that mere cost and the charges for a veterinary in that

bowl again, just let me know. Take care of it, Mr. Haggard. Don't you give it a

thought. Let's keep those drinks down.

You mean you're not going to charge him for all that damage?

You don't charge Lee Haggard. You just do him a favor.

Mighty generous man, Mr. Haggard.

When it's a favor.

Hold on, Ed.

I want to see you a minute.

Look your fill, Sheriff. I'm free, white, male, over 21, and dry as a Texas

dustbin.

Drink? I can arrest you right now for wearing a sidearm, for riding your horse

on the sidewalk, or for what happened in there.

Take that bottle out of your mouth when I'm talking to you.

Sheriff, I don't use my mouth to listen with.

I use my ears.

Then you listen, and you listen good, because I won't say it twice.

You behave yourself from now on.

You do your drinking off the streets, keep that gun holstered, and you walk

your horse inside the town limits.

And as for women... Women? Who?

Women.

Now, where have I heard that word before?

If you offer one wrong word to the wrong woman, I'll run you out of town.

Lee Hackett's boy or not.

Is that all, Preacher?

Yeah, that's all.

Except that I'm having one of my deputies keep an eye on you.

This is Will Motley here.

He just come out from the East.

Used to be a prize fighter.

Oh, that explains it. I thought maybe he'd been trampled in the stampede, eh?

Oh, no offense, Mr. Motley.

Here, take a drink.

Oh, sorry.

Forgot, no fresh air drinking?

Well,

I sure appreciate your little old speech of welcome, Sheriff.

I'll bear it in mind.

Coming, Mr. Moulton?

You want me to bring

him in?

No, just keep an eye on him.

What am I gonna find?

Where do you think you'll find him? In a prayer meeting?

Mr. Hackett.

Thanks.

You've got some pretty fair-looking Mustangs here.

Yeah, if you're interested in buying, the boss is right there.

Thanks, but I'm just looking.

Go right ahead.

Hey, this one belongs to the Circle Bond.

The echo rail's over there.

Put down one for us, Bob. This one hasn't got any brand on it. Right.

How many can we put the Hackett brand on?

95 already.

you last night. Oh, I covered a lot of territory.

Funny I didn't run into you.

Been funnier if you had.

I think it's high time I shook a rope with that boy.

Teach him to have a little more respect for his father.

You his father, Lee?

Now, where'd I get the notion you just wanted to be one of the boys?

Whose idea was it to have him call you Lee instead of Dad or Pa?

Probably. Quite so, Lee.

Mr. Avery here has charged your son Ed with murder.

The murder of Paul Chouard.

Hey, Ed.

Come over here, man.

What is this? Some kind of a joke?

Looks like somebody's got their spurs all tangled up.

Murder.

When a man's horse stumbles over a cliff?

The horse didn't stumble, Mr. Hackett.

Your son rode Paul Schwart off the cliff deliberately and in cold blood.

Were you claiming you were there when it happened? You saw the whole thing, huh?

Black Horse and Blue Eagle claim they saw it, Ed.

Yeah, well, if they saw so much, why didn't they say something right then and

there? They were afraid to. They came to me.

Oh, and you'd take the word of a couple of Indians against my son? Is that it?

I'm their agent, Mr. Hackett. It's my duty to see they receive justice and

fair play. Oh, no.

You're calling my boy a liar on the say-say with a two-stinking sue.

Now, wait a minute, Lee. We're not holding court out here.

Ed'll have his chance at the hearing.

Come on, boy. I'm taking you in.

Oh, no.

No, you're not, Harry.

There aren't enough sheriffs in this state to take a son of mine in.

You get that through your head right now.

Bob, I want all of these men at the courthouse and I want them armed.

Wait a minute, Bob.

Don't do that, Lee.

Taking an armed mob into town isn't going to help Ed's case none.

And it can't help but hurt you.

Now listen to me.

You're a respected man in this state.

You're part of its history.

Well, when a son of mine's being hauled into jail...

Just because some half-breed falls over a cliff, then I think it's high time

this state began to remember some of its history.

Now, let them remember the war parties.

The women and kids that got massacred. Let them remember that.

Now, you want justice and fair play, Mr. Avery.

It's too bad you weren't here about 25 years ago.

All right, we'll go in alone.

Bob.

Bad you ride in with me And

that's

how it looked to you as though he purposely cut across

Yes, sir, it did. Fred, how much longer are you going to sit there and listen to

this Indian tell lies about my son?

See, Hackett, I will ignore this outburst, but don't you interrupt this

hearing again. Now sit down.

Sit down, sir.

Quiet in the courtroom.

Now, in all fairness, could it be that Ed Hackett didn't realize how close to

the rim Paul Cheward was riding?

I don't see how a man could help notice being on the edge of a drop like that.

Well,

one more question.

Blue Eagle has stated that Paul Chewart cried out as he fell.

Did you hear him? Yes, sir.

I've heard the Sue Death cry before.

Well, what does that prove? I've heard it a lot of times. And when I was damn

glad to hear it, I don't mind telling you.

The last time.

If you interrupt again, I'll have you thrown out of the court.

Now, this death cry, as you call it, was it sufficiently loud that both you and

Blue Eagle could hear it from where you were? Yes, sir, it was.

And yet you say that the accused didn't even turn around or look back, that he

continued chasing the horse? Once he had a rope, he looked back, not before.

What did he do then?

He left the horses there and he came back to where Paul had gone over.

He looked down and called out his name.

There wasn't any doubt that Paul was dead.

Thank you. You may step down.

Mr. Avery, you said you had another witness?

Yes, Your Honor, Paul George's sister, Clee.

You mean she saw it, too?

No, sir, but she has some testimony in support of Black Horse and Blue Eagle.

Very well, young woman. You may take the stand.

You swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so

help you?

I do.

Sit down.

Tell your story.

I went with Black Horse and Blue Eagle to where my brother was killed.

The sign was plain.

Where my brother rode, where he rode, and where he rode against him.

By sign, you mean that you examined the tracks of the horses?

Yes.

Well, even if this were admissible evidence...

It still wouldn't prove that it hadn't been an accident, now would it?

They saw what happened, and what they spoke was true.

Mr. Hackett, I don't want your son's life in exchange for my brother's.

But I do want him to admit that what he did was wrong, that he'd be ashamed, and

that a man's life, even if he is part stinking Sue as I am, is worth more than

a mare and $100.

You control yourself.

Someone pick up those gold pieces.

Ed Hackett, stand up.

In view of the evidence of these two eyewitnesses, against which we have only

your unsupported word that it was an accident, I order you to be held on a

charge of murder.

Trial to be set for, let's see...

Your Honor, John, I have some testimony to offer.

I saw this whole thing.

Now, I don't like to say that they're lying, but I just can't sit by and see a

white man framed by a bunch of Indians.

Take the stand, Mr.

Severs. My name, Jensen Severs.

I'm a horse trader just passing through here.

Mr. Severs, raise your hand.

Yes, sir.

Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth,

so help you? Yes, sir.

Sit down. Go on.

Go ahead.

Well, sir, like I say, I'm a horse trader, and I was in that back country

last week trailing a band of Mustangs. You get to the point, Mr. Sieverts.

Did you see Ed Hackett ride Paul Chouard off that mesa?

No, sir, I did not.

I saw a man go off the mesa, but young Mr. Hackett there did not ride him off.

He couldn't, because he was nowhere near him.

Now, to me, it looked more like a stumble or maybe a chunk of the rim let

go. But to say it was a definite ride-off?

No, sir.

Your Honor, who is this man? Where did he come from? How do we know he was

anywhere near that mesa?

Well, how do we know any of your Sioux friends were near that mesa?

Sorry, Fred.

Your Honor, I just don't relish being called a liar.

Now, until yesterday, I never even set eyes on the Hacketts, and I have yet to

speak a word to any one of them.

I didn't even know it was young Ed Hackett that I saw that time, so why had

I come up here and lie for him?

I must admit that this alters things considerably.

It seems to the court that the unsolicited testimony of this witness, a

stranger to the accused, I'm afraid would have much more weight with the

jury than the evidence of two Indians, friends and...

Blood brothers of the deceased.

Well, under the circumstances, therefore, I will rule that there's

insufficient evidence to support the charge of murder.

Nor to warrant holding Ed Hackett in custody.

Court is closed.

I want to thank you very much. I'm going to buy you a drink. Thank you. That goes

for everybody.

Drink.

Come on, Ed.

All right, open the cattleman's bar.

There's a side door you can leave by if you want.

Why?

So your father won't have to look away again?

For a second, I thought he was going to be decent enough to come over and say he

was sorry.

Well, you can't expect him to be sorry Ed got free, can you?

But I know he felt bad about your brother.

What I want to know is how much he paid that man to lie.

If you knew my father, you wouldn't ask a question like that.

I know how you must feel about all this. I just wish there was something I could

say or do.

Where's she going to be staying in town?

With the Reverend Stothby and his wife.

Well, maybe I could come by.

Under the circumstances, I think the greatest kindness you could do would be

to stay away.

Why?

Do you think she's apt to forget that you're Ed's brother?

And there's something else.

I'm not denying Clee's an attractive young woman, but she's still a half

-breed. What if she is?

I'm not questioning your intentions, boy.

I'm just reminding you that you're Lee Hackett's son.

Leave her be.

Well, let's drink up down there. Isn't anybody thirsty?

Lee, Lee, come here. Wait till you hear this one.

I'll be right back. This is here.

Mitch, pal, come on in here, boys.

I'm not a chance to say thanks. I'm obliged.

Well, I should think you would be, considering I wasn't within 100 miles of

that mace at the time.

Salute.

Do you mind answering why?

Not at all.

I heard your father was a very generous man that he just hates being obliged for

any favor.

Oh, a shakedown, huh?

Not at all, son. You got me all wrong.

I ain't forcing a thing.

I'm just counting on the goodness of your daddy's heart.

Well, how are you counting?

Well, I never did learn to count beyond ten.

Say, ten of the best Mustangs in your herd?

Now, would that sound unreasonable?

Well, how are you two getting along?

Well, fine. I was just telling your boy here about a string of horses that I

lost over in that Mesa country a couple of weeks ago.

Did you have any brand on them? Could be there in that bunch that we rounded up.

Say, now, they could be at that. I hair-branded a few. I didn't get a

chance to mark them all.

Well, I tell you what you do. Once you ride out to our corrals in the morning,

if you see anything that looks like your stock, well, just cut them out. You're

welcome to them.

Well, that's mighty generous of you, Mr. Hackett.

Oh, call him Lee. Everyone calls him Lee, even his sons.

Salute, Lee.

Yeah, salute.

Nice going.

See you, Lee.

Where are you headed now?

Out. See, I hope you find your horses, Mr. Severs. In fact, I'm willing to bet

on it.

Great boy.

Yeah.

Davey? Yes?

Had you come up here?

I haven't seen him.

What are you lying here in the dark for?

I had some thinking to do.

Well, when you get it thought of, why don't you go out and find your brother?

Now what's he done?

I didn't say he'd done anything, did I?

I just want you to stick with him, keep him company.

He doesn't crave my company any more than I crave his. Can't you do one thing

I ask without giving me an argument?

I just don't want him getting any more trouble while we're in town.

In town or out of town, it's all the same to Ed. What's he care about

trouble? You'll get him out of it.

But that doesn't clean up the trouble, though, does it? No, sir. Trouble stays.

Stays right where it was, only he's out of it.

Are you gonna look for him, or do I have to?

Oh, I'll go.

Up one back street and down the other.

I'll need some money.

Well, sure.

Have a good time. That's what I want you to do.

You especially.

That's what money's for.

When I was your age, you wouldn't catch me sulking around in a dark room.

Believe me, son, I've tried, but somehow I just... I never have been able to

understand you.

Sometimes, I swear, I wish you were more like your brother.

But no, I don't mean that. That's not what I mean exactly.

There's no difference in the way I feel about you boys. Yeah, Lee, I know.

I'm sorry I'm such a big disappointment to you.

Peace and love.

I'm heading

for tomorrow and I'm never coming

back. Oh, follow my tracks and you will find broken hearts I've left

behind because I'm just not... The Marian kind on the runaway.

Hold it, Professor, hold it.

Yes, sir, Mr. Hackett. The old pump needs priming again.

Thank you, Mr. Hackett. One, two, three.

We'll see you ladies by in the next court.

Hiya, honey. Okay.

Hey, honey.

How many courses has that song of yours got?

Oh, about 109, but I doubt I got the strength for all that.

Look, I can hardly pick up my glass.

No wonder it's empty.

Fill her up. But she needs a drink.

I'm

a

runaway.

So many gals I haven't met. So many cards I haven't bet.

Gonna take a chance. Every chance I get I'm a runaway I'm a runaway

I'm gonna be a wandering gent Tired of being

permanent Cause I'm a guy who'd pleasure men I'm a runaway

Say come on and dance He's

changed partners since I was in here ten minutes ago

I guess those are the new replacements coming down the stairs.

Oh, so many tears I haven't wept. So many leaps I

haven't left. And so many beds where I ain't slept. I'm a runaway.

Hey, Danny!

Hello, little brother.

You could have timed it better. You know, for once in my life, I got more

women on my hands than I know what to do with. But as for you, I told you to go

hibernate someplace.

I don't need a tin horn deputy following me around. Let's not forget that we're

gentlemen.

Why don't you take your brother over to the nice little table and introduce him

to your nice little lady friends?

I got a better idea.

You take the nice little table. Come on, baby, let's get it.

Hey, why are you running off so early?

Oh, the little brother's tired. I got to tuck him in.

Well, hurry back, hon, and bring Lee next time. We'll really whoop it up.

Yeah, old Lee's more fun than Stampede.

Come on, sleepy boy.

Now where are we going?

Well, that depends.

Do you have any money?

Well, what do you know?

Where'd you get all this?

he gave it to you he only wanted us to have a good time oh sure i can see

you're having a great time you and what's his name motley yes motley

i didn't mean to hit you motley my private little chaperone well you can

tell him no thanks he can take his money and you know what he can do with it he

wanted me to stick with it oh you don't think i know that huh well i want to

tell you something little baby oh no i can't tell you because he's there but

Last night, I staked me out of claim.

And tonight, I aim to prove her up that she's strictly a one-man operation. So

you've got to go back to that hotel and let me... No, come on, forget it. Let's

go back in here. Come on.

Davey, I'm telling you to get!

Look, I don't want you running around after me, so go on. Go on back to the

hotel and tell Lee I'm big enough to take care of myself.

You don't have to yell.

I'm going, and it's a pleasure.

of rough on the kid, weren't you?

Taking out on him what you got against your father? Look, Motley, I knew a guy

who wanted to be champion once.

Heavyweight champion of the world. Oh.

He only had one trouble.

He was just a little bit too slow.

The other guy was always a tenth of a second quicker. So what?

Maybe your father's a little quicker.

By ten or twenty years.

Kid, you just can't make that up.

I know.

The gate's open.

Come in.

Good evening.

Good evening, boy.

Come closer, Davy Hackett, and let me have a good look at you. I reckon I've

grown some since you saw me last, Mrs. Stothby. Indeed you have, but you're

still your mother's son, Davy. Same hair and eyes. Yes, and so they say.

Excuse me, but you folks act like I was expected.

Well, not exactly expected.

Let's say hoped for.

Cecily!

Yes, we've heard a great deal about you in the last few hours and about your

brother. Your father has much to answer for, Davy. Now, Martha, it's not for us

to judge.

Cecily, you come out here this instant or I'll send this young man away.

I'm not judging, Arthur, merely stating a plain, simple fact.

I thought that'd fetch you.

Davy's come to take you for a walk, Cecily.

You go with him now.

Don't hurry back. We'll leave the lamp on. Good evening, Davy. Yes, ma'am.

Coming, Arthur?

Well, you heard her.

Will you believe just one thing?

Because if you don't, then nothing else I got to say would matter anyhow.

I know that saying I'm sorry about your brother doesn't mean much.

But this minute, I'd give my right arm to be someone else.

Someone you've never even seen before.

What I'm asking is, could you just forget even for a little while that my

name's Hackett?

No, Davey, I can't.

Then you can't either.

Then Mr. Avery was right. It'd been better if I'd stayed away.

I'm glad you didn't.

We always thought after we saved enough, we'd buy a ranch and raise horses.

Paul was always so good with horses.

I know.

So what are you gonna do now?

I don't know.

Mr. Avery was talking about having the appointed teacher at the agency school.

Well, that doesn't seem to be much of a life for a girl like you.

I like children.

Oh, I got nothing against children.

It's just that I don't see you as a school mom.

That's one way I can help my people.

I'm as much your people as they are.

What about me?

What about us?

Oh, David, please.

It's because I'm Ed's brother, isn't it? No.

It's because you're Lee Hackett's son.

And because my mother was a Sue.

I wouldn't care if you were a blood relative of Sitting Bull, Crazy Horse,

and Red Cloud.

As far as I'm concerned, I'd rather claim them as relations than most of the

folks around here anyway.

Your father doesn't feel that way. I don't care how my father feels.

He didn't ask my permission when he wanted to get married, did he?

i've never seen a girl cry this close before but they can all cry as pretty as

you

You sure Davey wasn't with him? Not when me and the sheriff got there.

Just Ed and this big deputy.

The gal's husband, so he claimed.

Three other fellas the doctor's working on. And nobody mentioned seeing Davey at

all? No, nobody.

That boy could be lying in an alley somewhere.

He's not like Ed, you know. Ed can take care of himself, but Davey's, uh...

Look, Bob, I want that boy found.

We'll find him, Lee.

Here's a list of the charges, Lee.

Drunkenness, loud and abusive language, forcible entry, attempted... No, no, she

withdrew that one.

Resisting arrest and striking an officer of the law.

Well, you gotta admit that that makes for very colorful reading here.

Mr. Hackett, I'll say one thing for your son.

He's got a good right hand.

Harry, what's the matter with you?

Don't you remember that 4th of July you and me celebrated straight through the

5th, the 6th, and the 7th?

That was 20 years ago, Lee. Times have changed. We were a lot younger then. But

that don't mean that we can't understand the boy. He's still young. He's barely

full grown.

Are you going to let me out of here or am I going to break this place down?

Will you make him quit that before he hurts himself?

Lee, you and I grew up in our own times. Ed's got to learn to grow up in his, and

times have changed. Look, you know, Harry, I'm getting just a little sick of

hearing that. That's because you're fighting it. I'm not fighting it! You're

still trying to live in the past, and your boy is trying to do the same.

Harry, look, times don't change in this country where you breed a man soft.

Without any spirit, a man's like a horse.

If you don't buck the first time you put a saddle on him, he ain't worth having,

you know that.

All right, Lee, he's your son, and I'm just the sheriff here.

you can take him back to the hotel.

But I want him kept there until you're ready to leave town.

And the sooner you can manage to do that, the better it'll suit me.

Well, I swear, I never thought I'd live to see the day that I wasn't walking in

the town that I helped build.

That's your son I'm talking about, Lee, not you. That's the same thing. Look,

when you're talking about that boy, you're talking about me. Harry, I'm not

apologizing to anybody.

Well, let him out, will you?

I knew you couldn't keep me in this stinking... Oh.

Go wash yourself.

What happened to Davey?

I asked you where your brother was.

I don't want to know. I told him to get... Look, I don't need anyone looking

after me.

Sure, anybody with half an eye could see that.

Good night, Ed.

Don't you bother to get up early in the morning, because you ain't going

anywhere.

Did you go to bed yet?

Waiting to get my scalding. Can't sleep till it's over with.

No, I'm not blaming you enough for this.

Let me help you with that.

I can manage it.

Well, nobody said you couldn't. Anything wrong in offering to help your own

father? If I need any help, I'll ask for it.

Oh, son, hand me that bottle there, will you?

Where were you tonight?

Went over to see Cecily. Who?

Cecily, Cleech Ward. We took a walk.

That?

You went out walking in this town with that half-breed. No, Lee, I don't hear

you say anything against him. Not one thing, you hear? You're gonna hear

plenty. No son of mine's gonna make a fool out of me parading around... Hey,

Lee! Well, what do you know?

Without your boots on, you aren't even as tall as I am.

Good night, Lee. I'm gonna turn in.

Half-breed.

That's it! That's the one!

How you coming? You spotted any more?

I picked out nine so far.

All of them in top condition.

Weren't there any runts in your string, mister?

No, like I say, they were all good horses.

That's why I'm so obliged to you for catching them for me.

And that white mare there.

She's one of mine, too.

That mare, are you sure?

Dead certain.

I caught her myself more than a month ago over in Flint Canyon.

I believe I hair-branded her.

Might not show up much now, but... That mare was slick as a whistle.

She's never been hair-branded. She's never had a rope on her.

Now, just you hold up one little minute.

Lee, you don't think I'd be claiming that mare unless I was sure she belonged

to me, do you?

Why, that'd make me no better than a horse, see?

Now, since you bring the subject up, mister...

Mr. Severs claims the horse is his.

Jesse! Yes?

Put a halter on that white mare.

All right, mister, you got your string.

I can't think of anything to keep you around this part of the country any

longer, can you?

No, I can't, Lee.

Just pack up my war bags and be on my way.

I'd do that if I were you.

I'd do it today.

So you're up finally.

No, I'm still in there sleeping.

Say, where's Lee?

Out splitting off the last of the herd.

That Sievert's fellow rode out with him.

Huh?

Funny we never run across Sievert's trail all that time we were out there.

You'd have thought Black Horse and Blue Eagle would have seen him too.

I wish you'd tell me what really happened that day, Ed.

See, I know you rode Paul off that mesa.

I'd just like to know if you're meant to.

Reason I'm asking is, well, I want to marry Cecily Chouard.

Marry her?

You mean to tell me you'd marry that no-good half-reed?

Make me an uncle to a mess of stinkin' quarterbread Sioux?

Get up on your hind legs. I'm gonna beat some sense into you. You're not gonna

beat me, not now or ever again.

I've been weaned at both from you and from Lee.

Get up out of that!

A kid trick.

Knock a block off my shoulder, cross that line.

A man full grown doesn't have to play kids games, Ed.

That's all right for you and for Lee, not for me.

What do I have to do, kick you?

No, I don't think you'd do that.

If you did, you'd have to kill me.

Now, I may be wrong, but I think it'd make me mad enough to try and kill you.

Well, what do you know?

I don't know what this, uh, what this Klee gal's been feeding you, but it

sounds like mighty powerful medicine.

Get up out of there. You look like a, like a man who's wearing his saddle

backwards.

Say, uh, let's ride out and see how Lee's doing, huh?

You've forgotten last night and need to give his word you wouldn't leave the

hotel. It's a harm to take a little ride.

Side, side.

I need some fresh air. No, no, I don't think you ought to go in. Oh, it'll be

all right, Davey, as long as you're... Hey, Davey, come here.

Why, that no-account little horse thief.

He's claimed your mare.

Hey, Ed, wait a minute.

Hey, Sieverts!

Sieverts, pull up!

Oh!

Good morning, Ed.

I see you recovered all your horses.

Yeah, all ten of them.

Mighty nice of your outfit to round them up for me, too.

I'm afraid you're mistaken about one of them, though, that mare.

Well, you can take the others and you're welcome, but that mare don't go.

And why not?

Because you don't, that's why.

You see, I promised that mare to my little brother.

Now I'll just snake off that lead rope.

Just you hold up there, sonny.

This mare is mine.

And I got a bill of sale to prove it. Now, I thank you. You just step aside.

And if you got any objections, take them up with your old man. He certainly

didn't have none.

Well, in that case, I reckon there's no use in my argument.

Mister, you made a mistake in pulling that gun.

Come on, I'm buying drinks.

Get the doctor.

Get your father here, boy. Get him here fast. I'll invent a sheriff.

Set him up for everybody.

Come on, they'll be here.

Yes, sir, Mr. Redd.

Who you staring at?

I said, who you staring at?

What's the matter with them? Didn't they hear me? I said I was buying drinks!

Maybe that's it, Mr. Redd.

Maybe they didn't hear you.

Suppose I go out there and tell them.

Sort of an extended invitation.

Formal. Yeah, right, real formal.

Nothing like a formal invitation to a wedding, a funeral, or a killing.

Some of you run, get a

stretcher for my office. He's hemorrhaging.

Get those horses out of the street.

He's in there, Sheriff. I tell you, he's got me spooked.

That's the craziest thing I ever saw.

He keeps telling me, set him up for everybody.

Take over the apartment, him and me. He says, set him up. Set him up for

everybody.

Oh, you.

I'll have your gun, Ed.

Your saddle's living, Sheriff. I just killed you a horse thief.

Sieverts isn't dead.

Oh, there's nothing wrong with your aim. He'll die, more than likely.

Now, ain't that a shame?

What do you want to do?

Wind up using the gunman's sidewalk?

Hmm?

That's the middle of the street. That's where they all die sooner or later.

I'd call a man for stealing our horses. He pulls a gun on me. What do you want

me to do?

Well, if he was stealing those horses, why'd he come parading them through

town? Oh, how do I know? Why don't you ask him?

I mean to, if he pulls through.

Now, I'll ask you just once more for your gun. Then we'll take a walk over to

the jail.

You're not taking me anywhere.

I shot him in self-defense.

Ask anyone. Enough of them saw it.

Yeah, enough of them saw it. It won't be like the last time when we had to take

the word of two Sioux for what happened. Oh, now, wait a minute, Sheriff.

You just lost me. You're going to have to cut that deck a little deeper.

I think you've got my meaning.

You going to give me that gun?

No.

All right.

I'm walking out of here. When I come back, I won't be alone.

And I'll be carrying a shotgun.

You want to start shooting karate?

But it was self-defense, I tell you. Ask him.

He's crazy.

We're out of here, everybody.

Off the porch and out of the street.

You hear me?

I want everybody out of the street. All right, folks, let's clear the street.

Let's clear the street.

What's this mob doing here?

Look, if anything's happened to that boy of mine, I swear I'll take this... Your

boy's in the bar, Lee, and nothing's happened to him yet.

I told you men to clear out of here, now get moving.

That goes for you and your men, too, Lee.

Harry, you ain't going after that boy with any shotgun.

I'm not, but the law is.

Seems to me you've been overworking that law years against it ever since we got

to town.

A man can take just so much pushing.

That goes for the law, too, Lee.

So far, I've been over backwards with your son because he is your son.

Now he shot a man. Maybe killed him.

He's defied me to take his gun.

You defending that?

No, I'll get his gun, Harry.

That's his last chance, Lee.

Lee? You keep out of this. I said keep out of it.

Have a drink.

Yeah, I think I will. I think I need one.

Why did you do that? You knew I'd let him take those horses.

Yeah, sure, I knew it.

But that mare, though, how come you let him claim her?

You must have known he was lying when he claimed her.

Lying? Why?

You let him make you crawl.

You let him walk all over you, play you for a sucker. You, Lee Hackett, and you

let a small-time operator make a fool out of you. And you took it lying down.

I took it for you. I took it to shut his mouth to get rid of him. Oh, you did,

huh? Well, who asked you to?

I didn't ask any favors from him, not from him or you.

A Hackett doesn't take favors, remember?

All right, maybe you're right.

Maybe I'm wrong. Let's say we're both wrong.

But that only means one thing, son, that we've got to stick together, this

family.

Ed, you've got to trust me. Okay, so I trust you.

Let me have your gun.

Uh-uh.

I told the sheriff you'd give yourself up.

I don't care what you told him.

Ed, hand over that gun.

I'm not giving my gun to you or anyone else.

I'm giving you an order.

You can go to hell.

Don't you dare ever talk to me like that.

Lee, what's going on in there?

It's all right, Harry. Come on in.

Yeah, it's okay, Lee.

This time I'll let you take my gun, but don't you ever try that again.

You didn't take me in, Sheriff. Remember that.

He did.

It seemed funny enough yesterday. Saw them drinking together.

Sure, I was so happy. What gets me is why he wanted to kill a man who

testified for him. Mighty peculiar, if you ask me.

Something's going to come out of this. You watch.

Well, one thing ought to come out of it. A sheriff who'll enforce the law against

wearing guns in town. Well, it's all Lee Hackett's fault.

You put a gun on the boy's hand and sooner or later he's going to use it.

He's got to.

You might as well know about it. People are beginning to put two and two

together, tying it all in with Paul Chouard.

What if Sieverts talks?

What about Sieverts?

I know that he lied, that you let him take some of our horses to cover up for

Ed. All right, so you know. What if he dies?

Serve him right for pulling a gun.

ed shot it out of his hand i told you that he didn't have to turn it into an

execution side of you on anyway what are you trying to be the chief witness for

the prosecution what am i supposed to do get up and swear it was another accident

like what happened to cecily's brother if that girl's brother means more to you

than your own now's the time to say so i'm not saying that well you're acting

it one son in jail the other one mooning over a half-breed i don't know which one

shames me more

I'll take that gun.

Anything else?

How about my spurs?

Aren't you worried I'll dig my way out?

Son, I quit worrying about you ten minutes ago when I went after my

shotgun.

man permission to see Jensen Sieverts.

What give you the notion you'd find him here?

I know he's not here. I just left the doctors. He wouldn't even let me in.

Told me to take it up with you.

Don't you realize the importance of questioning Sieverts before he dies?

You sure wouldn't get anywhere questioning him afterwards, would you?

You know very well what I mean.

I'm convinced Sieverts lied in court, but a man on his deathbed generally can

be counted on to tell the truth.

I've known some men I wouldn't trust if they were dying on a stack of Bibles.

Come on, I was going over there anyway.

See what I mean?

Right now, I don't know which way to pull.

If Sieverts talks, Ned has to answer for Paul. If he dies without talking, then

he's got that to answer for.

It's a murder charge either way.

You can't blame yourself for your brother, Davy. I don't even blame him,

not all the way.

He can't help being what he is. I see that now.

It's not that Ed's plain mean. I'll bet even with your brother, he never really

meant to kill him.

Riding him off was, well, more like... Like being in a race, forcing the other

rider to give way.

Ed's just got to prove he's as good as Lee ever was.

He can never stand being second best.

Neither could Paul.

But then he didn't have Lee Hackett for a father.

Jack, you in?

Just a moment.

How's Sieverts?

I never will know why so many miracles are wasted on the undeserving. He's

alive. How much chance do you give him of staying that way? One miracle at a

time, Harry.

Well, can we see him?

If I could ask him just one question. He's in no condition for any

questioning. Has he made any statements, said anything at all?

What would you say with a bullet through the lower part of the lung?

Well, I... Now get out, both of you.

I need a drink and I have no intention of sharing my best bourbon with either

of you. Well, you'll let me know if anything changes, won't you?

Yes, Harry. I'll put lights in the window. Two if by land and one if by

sea. I'll be back later. Yes, please go, will you? I am a solitary drinker and I

like it that way.

See you.

I'm very grateful to you. You don't have to be. I brought Ed into the world in a

way I'm responsible for him, too.

Go on in. But just remember what I was saying when the sheriff came along. Take

it easy and be careful.

You can relax. The doc knows I'm here.

Tells me you're gonna pull through.

But don't you start celebrating until you've heard me out.

They've got my boy in jail for shooting you.

It's been suggested that somehow this all ties into what happened to that half

-breed out on the mesa.

You put the two together and that could add up to a hanging.

But it's only fair to tell you that that is one hanging that you will never live

to see. You can take my word for that.

Now, there's another way to look at it.

That this, uh, shooting was just a little misunderstanding.

And for the harm done, well, let's say, uh...

$5,000, that string of horses, and the same story that you told in court.

Now, are you strong enough to nod your head, or are you fool enough to shake

it?

All right, fine.

Let's settle.

You'll get the $5,000 the day that you're well enough to leave town.

Seems like I missed my call, and I should have been a doctor myself.

I just saved your life, Mr. Sieverts.

Well, I see you made a deal.

Incidentally, you made me a party to a conspiracy.

Oh, don't reproach yourself.

If you can live with your conscience, I guess I can get along with mine.

I don't imagine you recognize these.

Slugs? That's right, Lee. Bullets with a history.

Every one taken from a man unlucky enough to trade his shots with Lee

Hackett.

I never knew you kept these things.

I thought they might come to have a certain historic interest.

Not to me, they don't.

I'll not deny that the men represented here didn't deserve killing, morally if

not legally.

Legally? What kind of a law did we have in those days?

Exactly. That's why you don't have to be ashamed of these. But what about this

one? I took it from that man in there.

Here, it's yours.

I'm not interested in starting another collection for your son.

Where's Frank?

He's gone off with some grub.

How's Sievertz? Looks like he might pull through. If he does, we...

I'm warning you, stay back in that door.

Kip, don't do it! Stay back there! Look, please, Kip, please don't!

They knocked and shot Sutter like he came from the jail!

He's dead.

He wasn't even armed.

How will the sheriff still let men wear guns? He killed an unarmed man. Shot him

in cold blood.

Listen to me. Listen to me!

I'm calling for volunteers for posse duty.

Single men, preferably.

Well-mounted, armed.

Spread the word.

Mr. Avery, I want to enlist the services of Blue Eagle and Black Horse as

tractors. They'll go, Sheriff, and so will I.

Davey.

Saddler horses meet me back at the hotel. What are you going to do? Find Ed

before they do. And then what?

How do I know what?

What do we do? Fight off the posse, chuck up a few more, kill him? Time for

talking about that after I find him. Time for talking about it is now.

When are you going to face facts?

When are you going to realize Ed's beyond saving by you, by me, or anyone?

Are you coming with me or not?

No.

All right, then stay with your squaw.

You can have him. You're welcome to him.

But if you ever so much as set foot on my range, I'll horsewhip you.

Hold it, Lee.

Get off that horse and over here.

Put that gun up. I'm here to help you if I can.

When are you gonna get it through your skull? I don't need your help.

I don't want it. I had you free and clear. Do you know that?

But you couldn't wait, could you?

You had to make your plea and kill that deputy.

Ed, that man was unarmed. I warned him.

And now I'm warning you, Lee.

From now on, I'm going my own way. Me, Ed Hackett.

And before I'm through, Ed Hackett's gonna be a bigger name in this territory

than Lee Hackett's ever was. What, as a gunman? A killer?

Is that all my name ever meant to you?

Do you think a gun is all I ever had to be proud of? Tell me what else?

What else do you wear it for?

What else have I heard about you till I'm sick of hearing it?

How many men you've killed and how many Indians?

You want me to run through the whole list for you, all that? No, no, no.

If that's the way you've been thinking, then you've got the wrong man for a

father. A father?

I never had a father.

I don't know anything anymore.

Well, what's wrong with a man wanting his son to be like him?

To live like him, to ride like him? And to shoot like him? No.

No, not to kill in cold blood?

Had you gunned down an unarmed man?

If you haven't learned that, then I failed.

No, son, it's not your fault.

God knows I tried.

Son, I raised you the best way I knew how. It looked like a shadow.

Only I didn't want it to grow any bigger than you were, because if it did, how'd

people know which was the man and which was the shadow?

It

wasn't

my trail they followed, it was yours.

I ought to plunge you right now.

Yes, maybe you should.

No, it's no good.

It's too late, Ed. I think it was too late the day you rode that boy off the

cliff. Yeah?

Just wait till they start coming up that slope.

Ed Hackett!

I'm calling on you to give yourself up!

Don't you wait on my account, Sheriff!

This time I'll take your gun, Lee.

Ed, I'd rather be dead myself than to see you hanged.

But I'll see you dead before I let you kill another man.

Lee, I need that gun.

Right now.

There's only one way you're gonna get it.

Well, what do you know?

All my life, I've wondered.

I'm gonna get to find out, huh?

I'm taking your brother's body back home.

If you and your young lady would ride along with me I'd be very grateful,

Davy.