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[MUSIC PLAYING]

[CANNONS FIRING]

-Well, it's about ready, Colonel.

-Sounds like the rebels are still kicking up a fight.

-Yeah, it seems different way up here.

If you couldn't hear those canon,

you wouldn't even know there was a war going on.

-My stomach knows it.

That chicken will be the first decent meal

I've had in two years.

[HORSE HOOVES CLOPPING]

-Dispatch rider!

-After him. Get those dispatches!

-What do you want?

-That chicken.

-Well, you can't take that.

-Oh, we can't, eh?

Well, we're doing it.

-We? Who's we?

-Me and that young feller that just rode by.

We're sharing that chicken.

-You mean to tell me anybody would

do a thing like that for that?

-Well, he's taking worse chances for less

even as soon as he gets rid of your men.

-Why--

-Come on. Get out of here now.

Go on.

There ya are.

Hey, it ain't very tender.

I never seen a yankee that didn't

know how to cook chicken.

[HORSE GALLOPING]

-You've got a lot of nerve, young man.

-Sorry, Colonel.

I don't suppose it's any news to you.

But our rations are running kind of low.

-You'll pay for this outrage.

I'll send my men after you if they

have to cross the Confederate lines.

-Eh?

Your men may come after us, but you won't be with them.

Take off them pants.

-Do what?

-You heard what I said.

Get 'em off before I shoot 'em off.

-Ah!

-Heh.

-He must have doubled back.

Come on.

-Boys, you can't do this to me.

I'll be the laughingstock of the whole Union Army.

-Eh, a pair of pants won't make any difference.

[HORSES GALLOPING]

-Hurry up, Gabby.

Here they come.

[HORSES GALLOPING]

-Ho, ho, ho!

Stand steady, you long-legged--

-Hurry up, Gabby.

They're comin'.

-Ho, ho, boy.

Ho, ho.

-After 'em!

-Why, Colonel.

-I'll teach you to stare at me like a pack of fools.

Get down off of those horses!

The first man that laughs gets court marhsal.

-Yes, sir.

[MUSIC - "TAKE ME BACK TO OLD VIRGINNY"]

-(SINGING) Carry me back to old Virginny.

There's where the cotton and the corn and taters grow.

There's where the birds warble sweet in the springtime.

There's where this old darkey's heart am longed to go.

-(SINGING) There's where I labored so hard for old massa,

day after day in the fields of yellow corn.

No place on earth do I love more sincerely than old Virginny,

the state where I was born.

-Well, boys, it's all over.

I just brought word from headquarters.

General Lee has surrendered.

We've got orders to cease firing.

-It's hard to believe.

-I never thought it'd end like this.

-Why, we ain't even started to fight yet.

They can't wimp out on us.

-It's no use, Gabby.

Looks like they already have.

-What do you think you'll be doing, Roy?

-Oh, I don't know.

Heading back to Texas, I suppose.

-I was hoping you'd say that.

Roy, remember that letter I got from that lawyer up North

about a year ago?

You know, it come with them mittens

Aunt Lucy sent me just before she died?

-Well, that's the one Wells Fargo

brought through the lines, isn't it?

-Yeah.

You know, my Aunt Lucy must have had a slew of investments.

Anyway, she left me a half interest

in that ranch don in Texas.

-I figured that's where you'd be going.

-Well, you're going with me, ain't ye?

-Oh, I don't know. I haven't had much time to think just where I was going.

-Listen, Roy.

We road the range together, fought

our way out of the same trouble.

I even joined this army so I could keep an eye on you.

-What are you driving at?

-Well, fact of the matter is, this darn ranch

been losing money. And I figured you, being the best foreman in Texas--

-Well, I'm glad you think so.

Anyway, let's take a look at the ranch

and see what kind of shape it's in.

-Ah, I knowed you'd take the job.

You know, this war seems kind of funny.

Here I've been your orderly all during this war,

you doing the bossing.

And now I'm going to be the boss for a change.

-Well, Gabby, I think that's the way it should be.

-Whoa.

Here she is.

Twin Springs Ranch.

That's us.

Well, shucks, Gabby.

This is a nice looking place.

-Yeah.

I can't understand how a fine looking place like this

can be losing money.

Sure don't look it to me.

-Well, me neither.

-We'll soon have things humming around here.

-Well, look, Gabby.

They've left the door open.

-Yeah. Careless of 'em, isn't it?

Wow.

I never expected to find anything as pretty as this.

I bet these kits could do with some work.

-Are you sure you don't have it misplaced?

-I hope that sneeze in your mitten I do.

Quit worrying.

Sit down. Make yourself at home.

-Well, maybe you'd better go easy

'til you find out who the other half owner is.

-Well, you can see for yourself he's been cheating me out

of the profits, can't ye?

When he gets here, I got a mind to throw him off the place.

-Dad, there's horses.

We must have visitors.

-More likely some of those looters

we've been hearing about.

We'd better go in the back way.

-Of course, there's a few little changes

I want to make around here.

Like take this chair here for instance.

You can throw that out.

-Well, don't y9ou think you'd better wait a while?

-What for?

I'm half owner of the place, ain't I?

-Dad, you were right.

They're taking our furniture.

-So it's you again.

-Well, if it ain't old Colonel Shirttail.

-Skeeter, hand me that carbine.

-Yes, sir.

-Get off this property, yankee.

I'm warning you.

-Put up those guns.

-Ellen get the boys.

Tell them to come shooting. -Roy, can't I take just one little shot at him?

-No, hand it over.

Having trouble?

You shouldn't rush off like.

It isn't very polite.

There's no use getting excited about this.

We'll just have to let the two partners

fight it out themselves.

-Partners? -I'm afraid they are.

-Oh!

-Confound it, man!

-You can't fight like this.

He's your partner.

-He's what?

-You mean to say that loud mouthed

yankee's half owner of my ranch?

So you're the one who's been cheating me out of my profits.

-There haven't been any profits.

If you had any brains, you'd know

there wasn't a ranch in Texas that had been making money.

-I wouldn't take the word of no thieving yank.

Roy, can I take just one little wallop at him?

-Why, you. -Now, don't lose your temper.

-Who's losing his temper?

-Good thing for you she stopped me.

-Now, look.

Let's be sensible about this.

I presume you can prove you're the other owner of this ranch?

-You're darn tootin' right I can.

I got just as much right to this ranch as he has.

And I'm taking over.

Roy here is going to be my partner.

We'll show you how it ought to be run.

-You run this ranch?

Why, I wouldn't trust you out of my sight,

you, you chicken thief!

-Why, you.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

-Oh, hello, Mears.

-Howdy, Colonel. I just come from town.

Telegraph operator asked me to drop this off.

Said it might be important.

-Oh, it's from the war department.

I've been appointed military governor of the district.

-Oh, Dad, that's wonderful.

-Well, congratulations there, Colonel.

We need somebody like you to maintain law and order until we

get this new government reorganized.

-Quite a big, ain't it Colonel?

-Of course.

-Keep you pretty busy, won't it?

You won't have much time for ranching will ya?

-You're quite a schemer aren't you?

We'll talk about that later.

-Well, I guess I'll be going.

-Well, thanks for bringing the message.

Now, if you need any help, I'll do all I can.

-That won't be necessarily.

The army's going to send me a squad of cavalry

to police the district. They'll be here in a few days.

-Hello, gentlemen.

Which way to Denbigh's place?

-About an hour's ride the way you're headed

-What time is it now?

Hey, that looks like my watch.

That is my watch.

That's the one I lost at Bull Run.

-You're making a mistake, soldier.

-Uh, sorry, stranger.

I guess you were right.

But your spur strap's coming untied.

[LAUGHTER]

-Give him back his watch.

-Hey, what's the idea?

-That'll spoil things for us.

We don't want that kind of petty graft.

-Oh, well, that's different.

I thought we were supposed to take anything we wanted.

-We'll take in plenty on this reconstruction.

Meantime, you take your orders for me.

-How do we know that Colonel Denbigh

won't call us a lot of trouble?

-We'll take care of him.

If he's wise, he'll stay out of our way.

-Yeah? Maybe he'll find out we've all been thrown out of the army.

-Well, if you keep your moth shut,

he'll never know the difference.

-Dad, don't you think you're making a mistake letting

these men take over your ranch?

-There isn't anything else I can do.

I can't live at the ranch and administer my office in town.

[HORSES GALLOPING]

-Look, Dad.

Your men are riding in.

-Sloppy, undisciplined.

We'll see about that.

-Davidson, you and Jones see about feed and stabling.

The rest of you stay here.

-All right.

-Are you Denbigh?

-I'm Colonel Denbigh.

-All right, Colonel Denbigh, what are our quarters?

-You'll get your orders without asking for them, Captain.

-Yes, sir.

-I have arranged for quarters in town.

Attention!

Wipe those tunics.

But on that neckerchief and straighten the others.

-Skeeter, you tell old man Denbigh I've counted everything

on the place, so he can't claim I cheated him.

-Hey, reb. Get them horses out of there.

We're moving in.

-And who do you think you are?

-Never mind who I am.

It's the Union Army speaking.

And you'd better step lively.

-Why, you scummy dog robber.

I'll--

ROY: Hold it, soldier.

-Sorry, stranger.

I guess I forgot myself.

-You didn't have to but in, Roy.

Shucks, I could have handled him.

-Uh, your spurs coming loose.

[LAUGHTER]

-You ought to be ashamed of yourself, yank.

Why, I learned that trick to Roy before he could walk.

ROY: Now get moving.

We're going to find Colonel Denbigh.

-If any of you men cam to Texas thinking it was a pleasure

trip, you've got plenty to learn.

We've got work to do here.

And you're trying to find out what army discipline is.

-Denbigh, what do you mean, we're

quartering yankee troops on our property?

-I didn't say that we're going to be.

-Well, maybe you'd better teach this one some manners.

-I don't know if I've ever seen a scrawnier, mangier

looking bunch of men in all my life.

Never see nothing like that in our army.

-You mind your own business.

-Don't you talk to me like, you empty headed wind bag.

-Why, you--

-Dad, you mustn't loose your temper.

-Who's losing his temper?

I-- Captain Jeffries, start your men toward town.

-Looks like we're going to have trouble with the Colonel.

Don't worry about him.

If he gets in my way, there'll be a new man in his job.

-I'm leaving you men in charge here.

But don't forget, if anything goes wrong,

I'll hold you responsible.

-Eh, kind of like her, don't you?

Well, let me tell you something, son.

Women'll never get you nothing but trouble.

-Look, Ma, yankees.

-Ah, don't make no mind, son.

The war's over.

-But they're yanks just the same.

-You run over and get things settled at the house.

I'll be along later.

For the past four years, the taxes of this district

have been paid in Confederate currency,

which is now worthless.

The treasury is empty.

There's no local government.

Before the schools, the law, and the public services

can function again, we must have money.

Therefore, your first duty will be

the collection of delinquent taxes.

Now, you'll find the people difficult to handle.

In many cases, they'll claim to be unable to pay

or refused to do so.

In such cases, you may seize goods

to the amount of the bill.

-Yes, sir.

-But please bear this in mind.

The greatest service you can render your government

is to win back the loyalty of these Texans.

You are not dealing with conquered peoples

but with fellow Americans.

Is that clear?

-I understand, sir.

-As your commanding officer, I expect

you to conduct yourselves with such honesty, kindness,

and courtesy as to give no one cause for complaint.

That's all. -Yes, sir.

-You owner of this ranch?

-What do you want?

-Collecting back taxes for the state government.

-How can we pay taxes?

We're hardly making enough to live on.

-I don't want any arguments, lady.

-That's robbery!

Why, we're letting you off easy.

You owe twice this much.

Now sit down there, monkey!

-All right.

Here's the money.

How about a receipt?

-You don't need any.

-Hey, listen.

You've got my tax money.

Now I want a receipt.

-All right. I'll give you one.

[LAUGHTER]

-All right.

Come on.

-Be careful, Jim.

-You're not taking those horses.

-It ain't our fault, Crawford.

We got orders to seize the goods where taxes ain't paid.

All right, men, get 'em out of there!

[GUNSHOTS]

-Daddy!

[GUNSHOT]

[SCREAMS]

-Doris!

-When you get back to Colonel Denbigh, tell him this.

The ranches around here are still all worth going to.

And he can expect trouble.

-Now come on.

MAN: How is she, doc?

DOCTOR: She has a broken arm.

Otherwise, she's going to be all right.

-It was no fault of them soldiers she wasn't killed.

-I guess you're right.

-I know what you're all thinking.

Most of you have had trouble with Colonel Denbigh's men.

And you can expect more.

What we've got to do is organize.

-But they're federal troops.

-What chance do we have in fighting them?

-Oh, them knot-headed yanks ain't worth a curse.

Why, I can lick the whole darn caboodle of 'em myself.

-That's right.

And I'm squaring this with Denbigh.

Anybody that wants to can go with me.

-Jim, we're all with you.

You know that.

But how can we do anything?

-There's one sure way.

Denbigh has a daughter too.

If we can get hold of her, we can

force the Colonel to call his men off.

-You're right. Well, let's go get her.

We'll show him.

-Hold on.

We can't do that.

It isn't fair to the girl.

-Why ain't it? She's a yank, ain't she?

-Denbigh's men hurt my daughter.

If he things he can rob and maim people like that,

we'll give him a dose of his own medicine.

-Let's get started.

-Is your father come back, yet, Ms. Ellen?

-Well, he's not in his office.

But you'd better keep his supper warm a little while longer.

SKEETER: Yes, ma'am.

-Where's your father?

-I don't know.

Why?

-You're going with me. -Let me go.

Roy, put me down!

-I knew you was up to something.

Put that gal down, ya young whippersnapper.

Darn persnickety woman's got him.

You fellers are to late to get that gal.

They just left town.

-Who was with her.

-Why, Ro-- or her father, of course.

-You warned them.

-I did not. They left as I road up.

-All right. Show us which way they went.

-Huh?

-Which way did they go?

-They go-- oh, that way, yeah.

-Help!

ELLEN: Help!

[HORSES GALLOPING]

-Hang on. [GASPS]

-Well, I should think he didn't go that way.

-Well, they must be around here somewhere.

Let's spread out and find 'em!

-Eh, serve him right if he did, young rebel

brained whippersnapper.

[WIND BLOWING]

[THUNDER]

-I guess Mueller won't mind if we use his cabin for a while.

You better get inside.

[THUNDER]

-Look at me!

I hope you're proud of yourself.

-I thought I told you to get inside.

-I won't.

-Well, suit yourself about it.

[THUNDER]

[THUNDER]

-Now will you tell me who those men were?

-Well, most of them were ranchers who wanted to hold you

prisoner until they square accounts with your dad.

-I don't believe it.

-I didn't ask you to.

You better get those wet clothes off.

-We'd better go on back, Jim.

Most of the men have gone on in.

-Well, we can't quit now.

-We got to get him away from that gal.

-What?

-I mean, we gotta catch that gal.

-Put these on while I see if I can find something for us

to eat.

-How long are we going to be here?

-Well, that depends on how long the storm lasts.

Say, what'd I tell you about those wet clothes?

-Colonel Denbigh, I thought.

-You thought what?

-Why, that the men and they-- well, you and Ms. Ellen.

-What are you talking about?

-Well, a gang of armed ranchers were looking for Ms. Ellen.

And Gabby Whitaker said that you and her had escaped together.

Well, some followed Gabby and road out of town.

-Which way did they go?

-Down the road.

-Bring your men!

We've got to find her!

-You know I can't understand why you're not hungry.

Shucks, I was half starved.

I guess I'll go out and see how Trigger's getting along.

-Not much use looking for her 'til this storm blows over.

We're not stopping now.

We've got to keep on searching.

-It doesn't seem to be letting up any.

We may have to stay here all night.

-What a fine mess you've gotten me into.

What do you suppose my father's going to say?

-He should thank me.

But I don't suppose he will.

-Well, if you think I'm going to sleep, you're mistaken.

I won't even shut my eyes.

-Suit yourself.

[MUSIC - "I HOPE I'M NOT DREAMING AGAIN"]

-(SINGING) The sky looks a little bit bluer.

The prairie is christened with rain.

The world looks a little bit newer.

I hope I'm not dreaming again.

Her eyes shine a little bit brighter.

Her lips sing a sweeter refrain.

Her smile makes my burden seem lighter.

I hope I'm not dreaming again.

At last I know I've found her.

She's part of the things I do.

I'm building my dreams around her.

Together we'll make them come true.

My heart feels as light as a feather.

It's something that words can't explain.

I seem to see two hearts together.

I hope I'm not dreaming again.

-Whoa, whoa.

Beat it!

-Roy, I've been thinking about those men last night.

Why do they hate my father?

-You can't blame them, the way his men have been pushing them

around and beating them up when they can't pay their taxes.

-But Dad would never allow that.

I'm sure he has no idea.

-They're following his orders, aren't they?

-But Dad's trying to help the ranchers.

He's only doing what he can to help

the South pull itself out of the rut.

-Hey Colonel!

I found your gal.

She's down at my cabin.

[HORSES GALLOPING]

-It's looks like I'd better be going.

-Ellen, are you all right?

How did you get here?

What happened?

-Well, nothing, Daddy. Everything's all right.

-But Mears said that some men-- that you'd been kidnapped.

Who was he?

-Well, I-- I can't tell.

-Why not? -Well, you see, I planned this meeting with him.

We were going to run away together.

-Ellen.

-Yes, we came here for a secret rendezvous in this haven

of contentment where at last we could be alone.

-You get into that buggy.

And not another word out of you.

-Hey, boys, any of you seen Roy?

I'm a little bit worried about him.

Well, what's everybody so darned quiet about?

[HORSE TROTTING]

[GUNSHOT]

-Who fired that shot?

-Eh, wouldn't you like to know?

-It was one of those men.

Take their guns.

The next time anybody shoots at me and my men,

I'll disarm everybody in the district.

-There ain't nobody taking my gun.

Denbigh, you've been spoiling for a fight.

And you're going to get it.

I'm coming back.

And I'll be gunning for ya.

I'm giving you 'til sundown to get out of town.

-And if I find you in town tonight,

I'll shoot you on sight.

-That's good enough for me.

-Dad, you're not going through with this gun fight, are you?

-If I have to, yes.

I'm not going to let this hot headed

rebel bump me before the whole town.

-Colonel Denbigh, I'd like to have a few words with you.

-Oh.

Ellen, perhaps we'd better be alone.

-Why yes, of course.

-Now then, Rogers?

-I understand this government reconstruction plan

is supposed to be helping the ranchers.

Is that right?

-Why, of course.

What do you mean? -Just this.

There isn't a rancher in this whole district who doesn't

think you and your men have been bulldozing them

into paying money they don't owe.

-Oh, so that's it.

Complaining about the taxes, are they?

-Those ranchers have a right to complain.

Most of them have been forced to pay

four or five times what they owe.

-I don't believe that.

-It's easy enough to prove.

You have the tax bills.

And there are plenty of ranchers who will testify.

-What about this, Jeffries?

-Well, you're not going to take their word against mine,

are ya?

Those ranchers are a pack of liars.

-Rogers, these charges are very serious.

I'll make an investigation.

And if I find my men have been making unlawful collections,

they'll be brought before a court marshal.

That'll be all, Captain.

-Yes, sir.

-Thanks, Colonel.

I had an idea you might not know what your men have been up to.

-Well, perhaps I'm the one that should be thanking you.

But we'll see.

-You know what court marshal means, don't you?

They'll have us behind bars.

-Not me, they won't.

We gotta get rid of Colonel Denbigh.

-We can't take a chance like that.

he's a government official.

-Ah, don't worry.

I've got that figured.

-Roy, you've got to do something.

-Your father and that partner of mine's

been going to shoot each other for a long time.

-I know.

But this is serious.

My father won't listen to me.

And that partner of yours has gone off to find himself a gun.

-Well, we'll just have to let them get it off their chest.

No, I mean, we'll put blanks in their guns

and just let them fight it out.

-Oh, but how will we do it without them knowing it?

-Oh, we'll find a way.

-Say, Gabby, you look kind of pale.

Are you worried about something?

-Worried?

What do I got to be worried about?

Why, I come from a long line of gunfighters.

Why, I've fought a dozen duels like this myself.

I don't care much about that gun I bartered though.

Darn bullets don't go where you aim 'em

-They get that way sometimes.

You ought to get a good one.

You know, I've seen guns I couldn't hit the side of a barn

with. -Yeah, oh yeah, me too.

[BELL RINGING]

-Dad, why don't you forget about this fight and apologize?

-Me apologize?

I should say not.

I'd lose face with every man and woman in the district.

Skeeter, will you stop making me nervous?

-I can't help it Colonel Denbigh.

[WHISTLE]

Would you excuse me a moment please?

-Did ya get it?

-Here it is. -Well, this one's just like it.

It's loaded with blanks.

-All right.

Now they can't hurt each other.

-So you were trying to hide my gun, were you?

Now, don't worry.

I'm not going to kill him.

I'm just going to wound him in the arm

or shoulder and take his gun away.

-Colonel!

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

He's in town. And I think he means business.

-Denbigh knows you're in town.

He's gunning for ya.

-Eh? Well, it's a lucky thing I didn't shoot you.

[DOG BARKING]

[HORSE WHINNIES]

-Get out of here, ya dad burned dinket!

Who do ya think you're scaring?

-Couldn't ask for an easier way to get rid of Denbigh.

No matter what happens, the old rebel will get blamed for it.

-He's badly wounded, miss.

I'll get the doctor.

-Dad!

-You better get out of town, old timer.

-I'll be hiding out at the ranch, Roy.

-Get him over to his house.

-All right.

Pick him up, men. -Hurry up.

Hurry up.

-All right, clear the streets.

I'm putting this town under marshal law.

-Come on, everybody go home.

Everybody go to your home.

Clear the street. Come on, clear out.

-Why didn't you run too?

You're just as guilty as he is.

-You've got to believe me.

I put blanks in both of those guns.

-That's gonna make it easy for us

when we're go to collecting taxes.

Maybe the Colonel doesn't know it,

but we couldn't have asked for anything better.

-I'm sorry, but my father won't be able to see you.

-But I've got to talk to him.

COLONEL DENBIGH: Is that Rogers?

-Yes, sir.

COLONEL DENBIGH: Let him come in, Ellen.

-Colonel, did you issue this order to disarm?

-But Dad, the doctor said you must be quiet.

-Oh, nonsense.

Those fool doctors always say that.

Rogers, it'll be the best thing for all of us

if we carry this order out peaceably.

-But what we can't give up our guns.

-It's the only way we can have law and order.

I'd like to see an end to all this trouble.

The sooner we forget the war and the bitter feelings it caused,

the better it'll be for North and South alike.

That's why I ordered all of you to lay down your guns.

-But Colonel, you don't realize we'd

be playing right into Jeffries' hands.

-I'm not satisfied you were right about him.

But just to make sure, I'll issue an order canceling

all taxation until I'm able to straighten out this situation.

Jeffries will make you no more trouble.

You have my word for that.

-That's good enough for me.

I'll talk to the ranchers and see what they want to do.

Ellen?

-Yes?

-Do you still think I had anything

to do with your father being wounded?

-Well, I--

-I tell you, the Colonel is trying to help us.

And I figure we better obey this order.

-The constitution says we can still keep and bear arms.

-Sure we can keep our guns.

But if we do, it means fighting and bloodshed.

Once we obey this order, we prove

we're through with the rebellion.

Then we'll be treated like citizens of the United States.

-I'm for it.

He'll shoot us down if we don't give in.

-We've seen enough of these killings.

-You're right.

We've got our families to look after.

-Over here, Rogers.

What have you got there?

-Colt revolver and a Spencer Carbine.

-I'll give you a receipt.

-What brand, he asked me.

I told him a 702 no yankee.

-We're getting quite a collection.

-Yeah. if it keeps up like this, we won't have any trouble at all.

-Now, see here.

You can't take money like this.

-Hey, you better keep quiet if you don't want trouble.

-But Colonel Denbigh issued an order

to stop tax collections until after his recovery.

-Maybe he won't recover.

-Thanks, Roy.

I'll be all right.

-Yes you can thank Mr. Rogers.

Thank him for all the plundering and shooting that's going on.

It's worse than it ever was, all because he

made us turn in our guns.

-Come on.

We're going to see Colonel Denbigh.

SKEETER: Mr. Rogers. -What's the matter, Skeeter?

-Something done happened to the Colonel.

-He's gone.

-It looks bad for us now.

-Sunny, pass the word around to meet at your place.

We've got to figure out some way to get our guns back.

-Jeffries will stop us.

He's got an order against any public meetings.

-I've got it.

We've got to cover it up.

Make it look like a barn dance.

-We can try it.

-Now all know what to do.

-They're coming, Roy!

-Start the music.

Come on, Gabby! -No, it's too late.

They've got the place surrounded.

-What do we do now?

-Stall, dance.

We'll think of something.

-Come on. -Get your fiddle, Bob.

[MUSIC - "KEEP A-WALKING THE OTHER WAY"]

-What's going on here, a dance?

-Don't let that fool ya.

I tell ya, they're having a secret meeting.

ROY: (SINGING) Walk the other way.

Take the dance to the center late around the mold

and walk the other way.

Take the first four forward.

Shuffle if you can.

Bounce 'em up and down like a nugget in the pan.

If you see the color of a cavalry man,

just walk the other way.

ALL: (SINGING) Keep a-walking, keep a-walking,

keep a-walking the other way.

Keep a-walking, keep a-walking, keep a-walking the other way.

-(SINGING) Keep your stepping to the music,

beating out the time.

Then walk the other way.

Step right up to the punchbowl.

It doesn't cost a dime.

Then walk the other way.

Then you take your sweetheart out to see the view.

Look into her eyes as you whisper, I love you.

If you notice that her eyes are yankee blue,

just walk the other way.

ALL: (SINGING) Keep a-walking, keep a-walking,

keep a-walking the other way.

Keep a-walking, keep a-walking, keep a-walking the other way.

-(SINGING) Shake your spurs and make 'em rattle.

Take the perty gal and walk the other way.

If the air is kinda musty, well, find a personnel.

Just walk the other way.

Then you grab your partner, looking kinda cute,

put your arm around like you meant to hold her loot.

If you see an hombre in a union suit just walk the other way.

ALL: (SINGING) Keep a-walking, keep a-walking,

keep a-walking the other way.

Keep a-walking, keep a-walking, keep a-walking the other way.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-Looks like Jeffries brought every soldier in town.

-That's fine.

They're can't be much of a guard over our guns.

You start an argument and attract their attention.

-Back inside.

-Eh, oh, you can't stop me.

Take your hands off me, I said.

If I had my gun with me I'd mow ya down with the hawks.

Turn me loose here will ye?

Hey, who do you think you busting up our dance like this?

-I want to find out what's going on here.

Sergeant, line 'em all up.

I'll found out who's responsible for this meeting.

All right.

All you men line up on this side over here.

All right. Come on.

Line up.

[YELLING]

[GUNSHOTS]

-I got a message for ya from Captain Jeffries.

-Let's have it.

-Oh, your spur's loose there.

-That's plenty, Roy.

-Plenty?

That's all of 'em.

[HORSES GALLOPING]

-Where's that guard?

-Let's look inside.

-I hope we run into them ranchers soon.

This team's getting winded.

-Come on, men! We've got the guns!

[GUNSHOTS]

GABBY: Get their guns, boys!

Those darn renegade yanks!

ROY: Come on! Hurry up, boys!

-Where do you think you're going?

-Oh, back east, to New York or some place.

-Well, there's no sense in that.

The government's sending out new troops.

Texas isn't gonna be a bad place to live in.

-Well, what would I be doing here?

-Well, what would saddle bloke cow puncher

like me be doing in New York?

Turn around, Skeeter.

We're going back.

-Yes, sir.

-Darn persnickety women.