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♪ Ranger Where you riding now?

♪ Ranger, what is driving you?

♪ Hot as the glaring sun Cold as the shining moon

♪ No mistress nor cowgirl call you home

♪ The people need you Rider, ride on

♪ Ranger, ranger

♪ Your horse is hurting But no stopping

♪ You must go on Hurrying down the trail

♪ Ranger Where you riding now?

♪ Ranger, what is driving now?

♪ Hot as the burning sun Cold as the shining moon

♪ Day when the sands are blazing

♪ Worn as they go racing

♪ What has been meted Waiting now for you

♪ The people need you Rider, ride on

♪ Ranger, ranger

♪ Your horse is hurting But no stopping

♪ You must go on Hurrying down the trail

♪ Ranger Where you riding now?

♪ Ranger, what is driving now?

♪ Hot as the glaring sun Cold as the shining moon

♪ Day when the sands are blazing

♪ Worn as they go racing

♪ What has been meted Waiting now for you

♪ What has been meted Waiting now for you

♪ Ride on, ride on Ride on, ride on

♪ Ride on, ride on Ride on, ride on

♪ Yeah ♪

(GUN SHOT)

(EXCLAIMS)

There he is.

Wait, Rex! No.

They're gonna catch us sooner or later.

Sam's all right. He's a friend.

No, a Ranger's always a Ranger.

If he catches me, I'll hang.

We've got him.

We can't go on, Rex. We'd better wait.

Hup. Rex!

We'd better move. The Ranger'll get him.

Hold on! Stop it, Rex!

Rex!

Rex!

Rex!

Rex!

Sam, he's dead.

He can stop running now.

It's all over.

He never had a chance to prove his innocence.

ALAN: He shouldn't have drawn, should he?

TROY: Ah, let's go get the reward.

Yeah, go get your reward. In hell!

Hey, I think the kid's a little put out.

Bring the body.

But he was innocent, Sam.

SAM: Yeah, I know.

There's no reward to collect.

I wasn't hunting Rex.

I was after him to let him know he'd been proved innocent.

He was no longer wanted.

Say, that's just too bad, ain't it?

Wanted or not, we'll collect.

They won't get a cent.

You'll see. Let's go now.

Alan, I reckon they ought to walk back to town.

If they get to the sheriff before we do, there's no telling.

(COCKS GUN)

(GRUNTING)

They're gonna make it, Sam.

Yeah.

They've got no right to that reward.

Rex ain't never been an outlaw.

Any damage?

Only to their pride.

(LAUGHING)

Real nice day for a walk, then, huh?

(LAUGHING)

Howdy.

Hello there, Vince.

Well, who'd you bring in today?

Rex Calhoun.

Alive?

Dead.

Good. Saves us a lot of trouble.

Four eighty, four ninety...

Five hundred.

There you are.

SHERIFF LUKE: That'd be Sam.

Sam Garrett. Come on in.

Sheriff.

I hope I arrived in time, especially on this occasion.

How's that?

To save the county the tidy sum of $500.

Let's hear it all, Sam.

When Rex was killed, he'd already been proved innocent.

The reward money can't be collected.

Never knew about that, Sheriff.

Well, you know now.

The Ranger speaks.

Someday, maybe, our trails will cross once more.

Let's give him a decent burial, Sheriff.

ALAN: I wonder where he found him.

(LAUGHING)

Hey, come on. Smile, Vince.

We'll see you get your cut

from the next body that we collect.

Blasted meddling coyote. Do you know I hate Rangers?

He's bound to make a mistake soon.

There he goes.

This yours? Yeah.

Since when do you ride Indian saddle?

Since I met an Indian who had a horse

but didn't have any tobacco.

(CHUCKLING)

Come on, son. Let's go find some kind of work for you.

Be seeing you, Sam.

(CHUCKLING)

Howdy.

Hey, you ought to watch where you're going, Mister.

If you like, I could say, "Pardon me."

Yeah, start right now. We'd like to hear that.

Go on. Say it!

Hold it, Troy!

Well, Ranger, you're darn fortunate.

The boys are mad.

They've got reason to feel a little upset with you.

If you want trouble, friend, you'll get it.

Why didn't you let me kill him?

It's the wrong time and place.

Don't worry. He'll be yours.

(GUNS SHOOTING)

(CHEERING)

Hold it, hold it.

Quiet.

Relax.

Now, you men listen to this.

This town is ours this evening.

When you just drove a bunch of stubborn mavericks

from here down the trail to Pecos

and you been swallowing prairie dust for 90 days,

then it feels good to be back.

And you boys have a right to bust out.

(ALL CHEERING)

I'll buy you a round.

And that should start you off on a roaring drunk.

(CHEERING)

Now all you needs is money.

(COWBOYS CLAMORING)

Then let's get moving.

Let's put our bellies to the bar inside, eh?

(CHEERING)

COWBOY: Come, lads! Let's drink it up, boys. Come on!

I think we ought to pay the boys right here in town.

Well, Mr. Anders, I think we ought to do it at home.

Well, I'll be branded, Matt.

You're beginning to sound like my wife,

always wanting me to come home. Be reasonable.

It ain't fair on the boys.

They need some fun after that drive.

Now, I got nearly $20,000 in cash.

My wife ain't here yet.

And till she does come here,

let's have a dang good time, eh?

(GRUNTING)

If it's that difficult getting down,

how you gonna get back up?

That's what I pay you for, Matt.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Down in one.

(ALL CHEERING)

(EXHALING)

To one dang party!

(ALL CHEERING)

Hey, how about playing us a little something on the piano, huh?

Sure thing, Mr. Anders.

(PLAYING PIANO)

No, thanks. I never drink.

Oh, yeah. I forgot about that.

I think a man should take a little whiskey once in a while.

I wanna thank you for getting that job for the boy.

Oh, it was no bother at all.

I knew the druggist wanted help.

Who are they?

Who, those coyotes?

They're all local bounty hunters.

For my own part, it's a filthy business.

Though, if they don't break the law,

there ain't a darn thing I can do about it.

Hey, why ain't you two girls dancing?

Sitting with an old coot like me,

that ain't right. Go on. Get.

(LAUGHING)

Hey, you, a deck of cards.

Anders, he runs the biggest spread in these parts.

A real hard-living hell raiser

who wins at cattle and loses at cards.

Matt.

I'm gonna pay the hands now, whatever you say.

Why don't wait until tomorrow, boss?

No, gonna pay off now. I reckon they'll need it.

Hey, listen, boys. Here's your poke.

Matt's gonna pay off now.

COWBOY: Hey, Matt's got our pay!

I just pray that we get there before that man of ours loses it all.

Oh, Papa knows what he's doing.

Ha! Since when?

Once, when we were first married, he bet all my clothes.

And wouldn't you know? He lost everything.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

And the silly man he lost to tried to collect.

We had to run him off with a scattergun.

(LAUGHING)

Ya! Ya!

(CLICKING TONGUE)

Your father no longer surprises me, dear, at all.

I'm sure Matt keeps him in line.

Oh, sure.

The only thing is, it's nearly always the wrong line.

One's enough.

But when those two rascals get together,

they act just like spoiled children.

Ya!

Now, don't you dare tell him what I said.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

(PIANO MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC STOPS)

(SHOOTING)

(ALL CHEERING)

(MUSIC STOPS)

(CHEERING)

(PIANO MUSIC PLAYING)

Three ladies.

Three aces.

Dang, you're hard, Ranger. How'd you get so darn lucky?

Well, I wouldn't worry too much.

All I want to win is a good horse.

Then I'll go.

But, boy, in the last three hands we've played,

I've lost $10 to you.

That luck of yours ain't natural.

Now I think it's my turn to win.

(MUSIC STOPS)

(GUNS SHOT)

(GLASS SHATTERING)

There, that'll fix you.

I've seen professionals do that when they're losing.

And do they win? Not once.

(ALL LAUGHING)

(PIANO MUSIC PLAYING)

ANDERS: Oh, Lord. Here she comes.

Boys, howdy.

Good evening. Darn it, the whole family.

Let's go, dear.

What's the hurry? We just start playing.

Then surely, Jeffrey, it's best to leave now

while you still got some of your money left.

Come along.

I can't! I'm playing with the captain of the Rangers.

Hey, I'm not the captain.

No? Well, with his kind of luck, he will be soon.

(LAUGHING)

Oh, Eliza!

What is this, a sedan chair?

(LAUGHING)

Well, good night, boys!

Please excuse us for disturbing your game,

but when my father starts playing,

he just forgets everything else.

Well, all right, ma'am, though I sure don't like to quit while I'm ahead.

Oh, my goodness, no! In fact, there's no reason

why such a friendly game shouldn't continue.

Well, I don't see how that...

No? Well, then, just hold still.

Matt?

(PEOPLE CHEERING)

That's it.

We'll bring the chairs back tomorrow. Come on.

SAM: Hey! My horse!

(LAUGHING)

Mighty obliged to you, Sam,

to give me a chance to lose some more.

That wife of mine's a real hellion, huh? Yes, sir.

Yeah, and she gets it from her mother.

She sure is a lot of lady.

Watch that Ranger.

You can bet your best boots I'll watch him.

Deal!

(PEOPLE CHEERING)

Mr. Garrett, I want to apologize

for the way that I've been acting.

You're very welcome here.

Thank you.

Here, have some cake.

Well, I sure will.

But you shouldn't have gone to all that trouble just for me.

No, thanks.

Bring the whiskey and glasses. I want a drink.

Go ahead, Sam. Go on.

Now, don't keep Mr. Garrett up too late, dear.

Good night. Night.

Well, good night. Good night.

Right, Sam. Are you ready? I'll see you.

Hmm?

Four kings.

I'm beginning to think that you ain't nothing but a professional gambler.

This'll change your fortune, my friend.

No, thanks. I don't drink.

That a rabbit's foot? Yeah.

You bet it is.

Belonged to a fellow who was lynched over in Tombstone.

You wanna know why he was lynched?

Because he always won.

(LAUGHING)

RITA: Good night, Pa.

ANDERS: Good night, daughter.

RITA: Good night.

Good night.

ANDERS: I deal, huh?

(CREAKING)

(WINDOW BANGS)

(WINDOW BANGS AGAIN)

My wife must've gone and left the window open.

Excuse me. I won't be a minute, Sam.

(GRUNTING)

I don't get it. Everything's tight as a drum.

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTING)

Jeffrey?

Jeffrey!

(HOOVES CLOMPING)

(GASPING) He killed him!

The Ranger killed him!

Look, there!

MAN: It's the Ranger! Don't let him get away!

MAN 1: Get your horse!

(CRYING)

Okay? Yeah.

(GRUNTS)

(GURGLES)

Ha!

Ya!

Well, I figure Mr. Calhoun's finished with.

Paid off well, didn't he?

(LAUGHING)

Cut it out!

Quit it.

What's so darn funny?

Wait, friend. I want my share now.

What do you say, boys? No.

What do you mean, no?

(COCKS GUN)

Go on, Baxter, and I'll kill you.

You're all out of your minds.

You'll never get away with carrying it around.

You'd get lynched if they saw it.

Where are your brains?

(PEOPLE CLAMORING ANGRILY)

Come on, calm down! Calm down.

(GLASS SHATTERING)

MAN: Show yourself!

(WINDOWS SHATTERING)

MAN: Come on out!

What's going on, Sheriff?

Sorry, Sam, but you're under arrest.

For what?

You have no authority to arrest me!

Oh, no? I have when it concerns murder.

Why, that's crazy.

You're not accusing me of murder.

Eliza Anders is pressing charges

for the murder of her husband and for robbery.

Here, take the gun. The man's bluffing.

Smell the whiskey? He must have had a snootful.

Sheriff, you know me very well.

I'm not a killer.

Most anything can happen when you get drunk, boy.

Drunk?

But you know I don't drink.

I guess I had you figured wrong.

Anyway, it'll all come out at the trial.

If he lasts that long.

Come on.

(CROWD CLAMORING)

Come on. Move out of the way.

He's gonna get a fair trial.

MAN: Don't give him a fair trial!

Sam.

We'll deal with that man ourselves, Sheriff. Don't try and stop us.

I will. Now, don't make matters worse than they are.

I'm warning you, ma'am.

And I'm telling you we're taking him with us.

Matt, take that rope away.

Sure, I'll take it away wrapped around his neck.

That'll do.

I don't wanna have to use this,

but I will if you force me to.

Now order your men back.

He ought to be lynched.

Hold your ground. You're being a fool, Matt.

I suggest you send Matt to Hudson to bring the judge over.

I'm holding this man here.

I'll see he doesn't get loose.

Now move out the way and let us through.

Very well. I'll go along with that.

But I want the trial today.

Matt, get the judge, will you?

Joe, let's ride. Ha!

MAN: Lynch him! Order!

Order in the court!

Sit down and shut up!

Mrs. Anders,

are you certain it was Sam Garrett you saw?

Absolutely certain, Your Honor.

But I wasn't the only one. My daughter saw him,

and the ranch hands, too!

(ALL CLAMORING)

That's enough.

Mrs. Anders, are you perfectly sure?

(CLAMORING)

Silence in court!

JUDGE: Speak up, ma'am. How did you recognize him?

Excuse me.

I don't think I really understand the question.

Surely, if it's someone you know, Your Honor,

then you recognize them because you know them.

Your Honor,

ask the witness

what I was doing when she saw me.

Well?

After the shots, I ran downstairs,

and I found Jeffrey

dead.

Then I saw that murderer climb through the window

and ride out of the yard, and I knew it was Garrett!

(CROWD MURMURING)

That's all. Thank you, Mrs. Anders.

And now your testimony, Sheriff.

Come forward, please.

Go ahead.

Your Honor, Mr. Anders was shot five times

with a .44 pistol.

When we picked up Garrett in town this morning,

I found there were...

Five bullets missing from his gun,

a caliber .44 Colt.

When taken into custody,

the accused was still a little drunk.

If I drank enough to still be drunk this morning,

how could I have climbed out of a window?

He murdered dear Jeffrey, stole the money,

and got drunk afterwards.

That's funny, ma'am.

The Sheriff thinks it was the drinking

that made me do it.

(CROWD CLAMORING)

Silence in court! Silence in court!

MAN: We saw him! We saw him!

Rita Anders.

I'd like to know if you recognized him.

I'd be lying if I said I was sure.

Rita, you were with me!

Yes, I did see someone there.

I was with my mother.

But I still say there's a possibility that it was someone else.

It was him, all right, Your Honor.

(CLAMORING)

Your scruples are admirable, Miss Anders,

but I say this.

It's possible you were too upset to think clearly.

Yes, I was, but...

Then that would explain your indecision.

One thing, Your Honor.

I wanna say that when he was at the house,

I offered Mr. Garrett a drink, and he said no.

Surely, that means something.

(CROWD CLAMORING)

You're a stupid little fool, Rita.

I was only telling the truth.

I would have said that the truth was

that that murderer shouldn't go unpunished.

The jury will retire and decide on its verdict.

Your Honor, sir, there's no need for that.

We've all agreed the prisoner's guilty of murder.

Sam Garrett,

this court has found you guilty

of the murder of Jeffrey Anders,

and you are hereby condemned to death by hanging.

The execution will take place at 9:00 tomorrow morning.

Gentlemen.

(CROWD CHEERING)

(SIGHING)

(WHISTLING)

Hey.

Can I have a cigar?

What about a match?

You're pushing your luck, Garrett.

But I can't light it.

I don't make the rules.

The Constitution says you can have a cigar.

(CHUCKLING)

It don't say nothing about a light.

(WHISTLING)

♪ Send me a letter

♪ Write me a letter

♪ And I'll write

♪ Words of love

♪ You say

♪ Just a blank page Will have to do ♪

Go on. Throw it.

Garrett.

You hear me, Garrett?

I'm talking to you.

Get up.

Come over here, will you? He's up to something.

Give me that paper.

What paper are you talking about?

Don't try anything.

You hear me?

I'm going in. Cover him.

Very funny, Mister.

Or did you think I'd be stupid enough to carry my gun?

(GRUNTING)

Drop those rifles.

Tell them to drop them.

Go on. Do what he says.

All right. And now your belts.

Drop it, Mister.

Your gun.

Hold it.

Now, kick them over here.

All right, get in the cell. Move.

Are you finished?

Go on.

Sheriff...

I'm not a murderer.

Let me go.

If I can reach my command post, I think I...

I can straighten out this mess.

Afraid I can't, Sam.

Sorry.

If you ain't here tomorrow morning, they'll lynch me.

Now give me that gun.

(SCREAMING)

(GRUNTING)

Where's the rifle?

What rifle, Sam?

Then who was it that fired?

I don't know.

But you're free, aren't you? Get out of here.

He'll be more use to us now he's free.

DOCTOR: Well, it's obvious they weren't trying to kill you.

Whoever shot just wanted you to drop your gun.

Know who it was?

I have a notion it was that young Bob.

That's likely. The boy really worshipped Sam.

But where's your proof?

Now, look, I want you to keep this bandage on for a few days.

It's nothing to worry about.

It's not my hand that worries me.

It's my neck.

It was obviously a mistake to trust you.

I should have known the law would stick together.

I have this wound.

Well, Mrs. Anders?

It looks good.

I hope you're not accusing me of helping Garrett.

Sheriff, I'm warning you now.

If I should ever find out that you let Garrett escape,

I won't rest until you lose that star.

You better wait until you have the facts, Mrs. Anders.

I'm ordering you and your men to stay out of this, you hear?

And just so that you don't misunderstand.

Is this your kind of justice, Sheriff?

I want that man found.

I thought I'd put a reward out for him.

Reward?

Yeah. A thousand dollars.

Hell, that's chicken feed. He's worth a whole lot more.

Why?

A man like that is clever.

And I'm willing to bet he's a fast gun.

He won't catch so easy.

What's your price, stranger?

The price?

One thousand each.

Very well, I agree.

But if anything happens to Garrett, there's no deal.

I wanna watch him hang.

If I was you, I'd look in the Indian reservation.

Pony Hills, there you'll find grass and plenty of water.

Thanks a passel, Sheriff.

At least now I'll get justice.

The Sheriff's right, the reservation's a good hideout.

For outlaws, sure, but not for a Ranger.

There's only one thing he can do,

and that's to get to his headquarters in Tucson.

(SNIFFLES)

Land sakes, would you look at this dress, Nancy?

I guess we're just gonna have to get some more yard goods

and start sewing again.

Your father can fix them up when he goes into town next.

Someone's coming.

Tell Pa quickly.

Why, that's Sam.

Howdy, Sam!

Howdy.

It's a pleasure to see you.

Did you find Rex?

Yeah, only it was

too late.

There's the hitching post. Come on in and sit a while.

Thanks, would you mind if I put him with the others in the barn.

I don't see why not. Come on, I'll go with you.

John,

I think I should tell you.

I'm on the run.

What happened?

I've just been convicted of murder.

Would you believe me if I say I'm not guilty?

Sure, Sam. Of course I do.

John,

you weren't surprised, were you?

That's right, Sam. I knew about it already.

Only I wanted to hear you say it.

There's a reward on your head.

The Sheriff's boys passed by a while ago.

They're spreading the word to all the ranchers

to keep an eye open for you.

I need help.

(WHISTLES)

If I could have only gotten a beat on the situation,

I would have known how to defend myself.

At the trial, I just didn't know what to say.

It's clear that somebody killed Jeffrey

and wants to pass me off as the killer.

Why would they help me to escape?

That's what I don't understand.

See, John, I've got to go to the post at Tucson.

(HORSE NEIGHING IN DISTANCE)

If I can get there, maybe I can clear myself.

Quick, hide in the back.

I'll try to stop them coming in the house.

And get the table cleared.

Help me, Nancy.

Do you know who they are? No.

You know the Ranger Sam Garrett?

Sure, I know him.

And I know why you're looking for him,

but I'm afraid I haven't seen Sam.

If I do, well, that money would be useful to me too.

How about a little grub, Mister?

Sure, if you wait a minute,

I'll bring you something right away.

We'd rather come inside, thank you.

JOHN: Suit yourselves.

Now, Mary, our friends here are hungry.

Yeah, and thirsty.

Boys, sit yourselves down.

Sorry, but all we've got in the house is a little bread and cheese.

Nancy, bring the plates, will you?

I couldn't live here. It's like Boothill.

Reminds me of a girl I had once.

She had ranches like this and only about twice as big.

And I'll tell you the truth,

we almost got hitched. Hell, that was something.

What the ranch?

The girl, you idiot.

You know what?

I hear she's still waiting at the altar.

Must have been too darned lonely.

Hey, now that was a mistake.

I would have married her,

sold the ranch, and moved right back into town.

(ALL LAUGH)

MARY: Come on, daughter. Don't take all day.

NANCY: It's ready, Ma.

I don't like the looks of this. He suspects something.

You ought to get away.

Go out through the back.

They won't see you getting to the stable.

But John,

can you give me a gun?

I only have this.

And some shells?

Sure.

Now go out the back.

I'll try and keep them talking.

That should do you. Thanks.

There's enough food on the table to keep them busy for a while.

Good luck to you, Sam.

Well, what do you think of the cheese?

It's real tasty, ain't it?

You know, you can't buy cheese like that around here.

All right, let's go find him.

Baxter!

Moss, go around the back.

Spread.

(GRUNTS)

Hey, Baxter, Troy, let's go!

(HORSE NEIGHS)

Drop it, Mister.

You wanna end up like Baxter?

Wherever he's hiding, I'll bet he's covered us.

Make a run for the horse.

TROY: What now?

Even without a horse,

I figure he'll still try to reach his headquarters.

Sure he may try, but it's a good 30 miles.

And there ain't nothing out there but rock and prairie.

The nearest place is Bowman Creek.

And what if he's already caught that train by the time we get there?

Get moving.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

Don't be a damn fool.

When you start drinking, your hand shakes.

I suppose you reckon he's so blind that he won't see us here.

I don't matter if he does see us.

TROY: You're plumb crazy.

Just slow down.

Try to use your brain, if you can.

You're not using yours.

What about going to find out over where they sell ponies? Maybe he'll try to make...

No, he won't. Don't worry.

The only thing he'll want to buy is a train ticket, right?

We're gonna get him at the station, huh?

No.

You and I are gonna be boarding that train.

A man like that who's on the run

wouldn't even go near the station.

Well, howdy! Howdy.

Tell me, when does the Tucson train get in?

In about an hour.

You hear that?

It'll be here in about an hour.

Oh, Sam.

A whole hour to be killed.

What about having a drink?

Why, sure.

Daisy, try and keep him busy. I'll go up to your room.

I'd like that.

Well, not bad looking are you?

You could buy me a whiskey, all right?

In a minute though, I have something to do.

Sure, just don't be too long about it.

Forget it, Troy.

Well, Papa being persnickety?

Hey, what's happening?

I didn't want those two to see me.

It's all right. They didn't notice a thing. You can rest easy.

How much time is there till the Tucson train comes in?

About an hour.

Those two downstairs, what do they want?

The same as you. Train for Tucson.

Would you do me a favor?

I want a good horse.

That shouldn't be difficult.

But first, you need a towel, don't you think?

Hey, Daisy, you ready with that towel?

Now get him on his horse.

All right, make camp here.

We can water the horses and rest.

Unless, of course,

you're in a hurry to get back to town, Garrett.

Don't let him out of your sight.

How can I eat with my hands tied?

You fret too much.

This is how I figure it, the body is gonna swing

shouldn't waste no time on eating.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(GUNSHOT)

(GUNSHOT)

Who you gonna pin this murder on?

Well, you killed him, didn't you?

You hoped I would.

But when you saw the way the fight was going,

you were forced to kill him.

All you're interested in is that reward money.

And now you won't have to share it.

You're pretty tough behind a rifle,

but let's see if you've got any real guts.

Go on, throw down your guns.

You know, I might just take you up on that.

But you're mistaken if you think you can lick me.

I'm waiting.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(PEOPLE CHEERING)

Sam.

Sam.

I was right. What did I tell you?

We can let the law handle this as long as there's justice.

But let's not waste any time, boys.

Don't worry, Mrs. Anders.

You'll get your justice after a few formalities.

You want an official report, Sheriff?

I hope you realize that his capture cost me three good men.

I'll all be recorded, Mr. Alan.

Vince, get the wagon. I want this over and done with.

Hey, come with me.

Nobody left to share the cash with, eh, Alan?

Exactly, Vince.

Just you and me. You'll get your piece.

Sheriff...

I've got to talk to you, Sheriff.

There's not much point in talking, Sam.

You'd be wasting your breath.

There's nothing you can say that will hold that crowd back now.

To be honest, I was hoping you'd get away.

Did you question the boy?

Bob? Sure I did.

He swears it wasn't him who fired.

He was telling the truth.

Sheriff, I know who it was.

I know.

What's the hold up?

We're ready, ma'am.

You wait here.

Well, Sheriff, we're all waiting for you.

I'm sorry, Sam.

But you were judged and found guilty.

And my job's to carry out the sentence.

(PEOPLE SHOUTING)

Listen, Garrett.

In this, your final hour, peace will only come to you

if you confess your guilt.

I'm innocent.

Mother.

No. I'm thinking of your father.

May God have mercy on your soul.

Ha!

(CHOKING)

(SNIFFLES)

This was in his saddle bags.

Your husband's money.

I don't think you'll find any missing.

Are you convinced now?

I guess so.

Get them up, Alan.

You were right, Sam. He was the one.

Fell for it, didn't you?

You thought Baxter had stolen the cash from you.

And that Sam took it from Baxter when he shot him.

It was the only way to make him tip his hand.

Murderer! Dirty killer!

So it was you! You who killed my Jeffrey.

Murderer!

(EXCLAIMS)

No.

Drop your gun.

Quick, your gun.

We've gotta get out of here, they found out everything.

So?

The Ranger's alive. I don't know how,

but the Sheriff is in on the whole thing.

That's not my problem.

Oh, no? Then what about your percentage, friend?

They know?

Not at the moment.

Then what do you want?

You know, but I'll say it. The reward money.

Alan, I'll give it to you willingly. I mean it.

But all the cash

is locked up in there.

Then open it.

No, I won't open it.

Open it, you.

(EXCLAIMS)

I don't know where the keys are, Alan, believe me.

Open it.

(COCKING GUN)

MAN 1: Hey, there was a shot at Sheriff's office.

MAN 2: Who's there? MAN 1: What's going on here?

MAN: Wait a minute, that's Garrett.

MAN 2: No, it can't be Garrett, he's dead.

MAN 3: What's going on?

Alan!

Throw down your guns and walk out here with your hands up!

And, Alan, walk slow!

(GUNSHOT)

(YELLS)

To say I'm sorry is hardly enough, Mr. Garrett.

Well, here's your horse, Sam. And this...

Keep as a souvenir.

Hey, put it on. Put it on, Sam.

All right, Bob.

It must have been difficult and painful.

SAM: It's a trick that was once played on me

by a bandit and a crooked hangman.

If the one who's hanging you is in on it with you, it's very simple.

No, I'd better not. It just might not work twice.

(BOTH LAUGH)

MAN 1: It's Alan.

He got what he deserved.

He was the one that killed Mr. Anders.

MAN: Yeah.

♪ Ranger Where you riding now?

♪ Ranger, what is driving now

♪ Hot as the burning sun Cold as the shining moon

Adios.

So long, Sam.

MAN: So long, Sam.

♪ The people need you Rider, ride on

♪ Ranger, ranger

♪ Your horse is hurting But not stopping

♪ You must go on Hurrying down the trail ♪