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(man speaking Spanish)

(man continues speaking Spanish)

(second man mumbles)

(first man continues speaking Spanish)

(man continues speaking Spanish)

Pa...

don't make me do it.

He was your brother. Now do it.

Jethroe!

(birds cawing)

Let's stop it.

(men grunting, gunshot)

You're interfering!

Interfering with murder, it looks like.

They killed my son.

Inocente, senor.

- Oh, innocent. - Inocente.

Stay clear, Jethroe!

No! No, Pop!

(gunshots)

(horse neighing)

Hyah! Hyah!

So be it.

-♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪ - (whip cracks)

-♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪ - (whip cracks)

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Though the streams are swollen ♪

♪ Keep them dogies rollin' ♪

♪ Rawhide ♪

- (whip cracks) - ♪ Rain and wind and weather ♪

♪ Hell-bent for leather ♪

♪ Wishin' my gal was by my side ♪

♪ All the things I'm missin' ♪

♪ Good vittles, love and kissin' ♪

♪ Are waiting at the end of my ride ♪

(whip cracks)

♪ Move 'em on, head 'em up, head 'em up, move 'em on ♪

♪ Move 'em on, head 'em up, Rawhide! ♪

♪ Cut 'em out, ride 'em in, ride 'em in, cut 'em out ♪

♪ Cut 'em out, ride 'em in ♪

- ♪ Rawhide... ♪ -♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

- Hyah! -♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

(whip cracks)

- Hyah! -♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

-♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪ - Hyah!

♪ Rawhide! ♪

-(whip cracks) - Hyah! Hyah!

- Hyah! - (Whip cracks)

(cattle lowing)

{man calling to cattle)

{man calling to cattle)

Whoa!

(cattle lowing)

Maybe they decided to keep on going until they find water.

Maybe.

- Rowdy? - MAN: Whoa!

Let's go.

(cattle lowing)

How is he?

He's bleeding pretty bad.

How's Peters?

He's dead, I'm afraid.

(Cabot groans)

CABOT: He was crazy.

He was crazy!

Who? Who did this?

(rapid panting)

It was an old man.

- An old man. - Right.

And a boy, a boy. Jethroe.

BLAKE: Easy boy.

Now, you easy.

Quince, you take care of burying Peters.

Also, those two.

Is he going to be all right, Simon?

We can stop the bleeding, all right.

Without a doctor, gangrene will set in within 48 hours.

Now we've got to get him to a town or a doctor, and fast.

Oh.

Ah, we'll have to cut a wicki

out of some of these branches.

Look, Quince, there's a town called Regis

just north of the Kansas border.

When you get back, uh, tell Wishbone

to bring a buckboard and come on in.

We'll need it.

I better bring some of the boys, too.

No, you keep the herd moving north,

and we'll catch up to you when we're ready.

What about whoever did this?

Well, Regis got to have some law.

Anyway, we can't worry about that now.

The main thing is getting Ian to a doc.

Walker!

Little bit back of me, boy.

Let's go. Come on, let's keep this game loose.

- There we go. Here we go. -(overlapping chatter)

Stay loose. (mutters)

- Hold on. -(overlapping chatter)

I said, a little respect for my position.

Yeah, well, you ain't gonna win this one.

- Quit stalling. Let's hurry. - You'll never win this one.

All right, now, Lodi.

Take a look at that.

This is my mother and her hominy grits! There we go.

- Watch that! -(overlapping chatter)

There. We want to get

-some of that money out of his pocket. -(indistinct chatter)

Jefferson!

- Hey. - Sure enough.

- Hold my chicken. -(laughter)

Hey!

(man grunts)

Boy, when it's close,

Walker always wins, right?

(horse sputters)

(indistinct, overlapping chatter)

- Hey, one foot back. - No, I'm all right.

- Oh, oh, oh. -All right, all right, one foot back.

Let's go.

- Here we go. Ah! (laughs) -(laughter)

That's gonna be my win for the day.

- I feel so good! -(overlapping chatter)

There a doctor in this town?

- Boys, be patient. - (indistinct chatter)

I'm an artist at work here.

- See if you can win this one. - Let's go. Let's go.

Right up against that wall.

(mutters) Ah!

That's another winner.

Here we go. Ah! (laughs)

(indistinct, overlapping chatter)

(gunshot, horse neighing)

Look, I got a man here who's in pretty bad shape.

I want to know if there's a doctor around here.

And I need a hotel room fast.

Give 'em a room.

Give them a room?

I said, give 'em a room, boy.

Follow me.

You know, there's a law

about using firearms in this town, boy,

but I won't mention it this time.

Yeah.

(coughing)

Oh, boy, I'll see what I can do

about getting you a doctor, all right?

Thanks.

That's all right.

That's all right.

Sheriff, I saw...

I know, I know, I saw them.

And that's all?

Old man Kane himself told me what happened.

Morgan Kane didn't tell you anything.

(sniffing)

You're sweating, Walker.

Get yourself a shave. You'll feel better.

- Put it on my tab, Jarvis. - Sure, Sheriff.

Now, what did they say they wanted, specifically, Walker?

A doctor, Sheriff.

Oh, well, in that case,

as soon as you get through brushing me off, Jarvis,

get over there.

You mean doctor that hurt drover?

What did you think I meant?

- If you say. - I say.

What if that drover's hurt real bad?

What if they have to stay on?

What do you want me to do?

Well, why ask me?

I ain't the doctor. You are.

Walker, come here.

Hold out your hand.

What, are you going to read my fortune, Sheriff?

You'll need this.

- Easy now. - No, no, no. Don't hang them.

You mustn't hang them. Don't. Oh, no. No, don't hang them.

Guess he's sort of out of his head.

- CABOT: No, no. - Got a touch of fever.

CABOT: No. He's no man...

He's bad, but he'll live.

I'll clean him up, and in an hour or two, you can ride out.

- An hour or two? - Please don't.

You know how much blood he's lost?

CABOT: Just a young boy. No.

I didn't say you had to ride out. I said you could.

No, no. (mumbling)

Maybe you ought to get the law

chasing after whoever it was before they get away.

You don't worry none about Ian now.

I'll stay right here beside him

and kind of help the town doc here.

(Cabot breathes loud, wheezy breathes)

CABOT: No, no.

-(mumbling) - Easy, boy.

(squeaking)

Jethroe!

Jethroe!

(running up stairs)

Jethroe.

I'm not going, Pa.

Not going?

Haven't you disgraced your brother enough for one day?

What's wrong with you, boy?

Is there no grief in you, no pain?

An animal would feel more.

You will go!

Pa...

Can you just blind yourself to it?

Not six... hours ago, you killed four men.

You! We!

Jethroe, we.

You and me, father and son for our flesh and blood.

And don't you ever forget that.

We did it for him, for Vance, and we were right!

The whole town knows we're right, even Blaine.

(Jethroe scoffs)

Blaine.

What right does Blaine got to mourn for Vance?

Somebody has to say a few words for Vance, Jethroe.

- With no minister... - Well, why Blaine?

Why him?

Oh, to show him there's no hard feelings?

To show him that...

that you understand that he was only acting

-in Vance's best interest when... -Jethroe!

No, Pa.

I'm not going.

You have to!

They'll all be there, every man, woman and child in Regis,

to share with us our grief.

You will stand there erect and proud

as your brother would have,

had they put you into the ground, you understand?

You will go!

You will go and face what must be faced.

For us, there's no other way.

(bell clanging loudly)

(clanging continues in distance)

As you can plainly see, mister, we're closed.

And if you've got any business with Sheriff Blaine,

it'll have to wait.

I'm afraid that's, uh... that's impossible.

You see, there was a lynching this morning.

Some people were killed.

In fact, one of my men and the other one, as you saw,

is kind of in bad shape.

Now, uh, the only problem is is that, uh,

whoever did it got a half a day's head start.

Take it up with the sheriff. He'll be back at 4:00.

Well, that's what I'm trying to tell you.

- I told you that we got... - I told you 4:00.

You steer punchers are all alike.

You figure you can come into a peaceful town like this

and bust it up.

Take some advice.

Lay off Regis.

Is that some sort of a threat?

All right. Hold it, Charley.

Hold it, Clem.

You know, you're impeding the boardwalk here.

We got an ordinance in Regis about that,

impeding.

I mean you're causing a disturbance,

impeding.

Follow me?

Yeah, I follow you.

Then we got no problems.

Just one. I got a drover named Peters

who's buried out trailside.

And I pointed out to you,

plain and polite, what the law in Regis is.

And before I enforce the law here,

you better get out of Regis, cowboy.

I just want an answer. (grunts)

(bystanders shouting)

-(grunting) -(women gasping)

(shouting in distance)

(bystanders shouting)

-(grunting) -(clattering)

Easy, boys.

(woman screams)

(bystanders laughing, shouting)

Now, where's the sheriff?

Find him yourself.

(dirge playing on organ)

♪♪

My people of Regis,

most of you know me for a long time.

- Now... -(door opens)

Now, I ain't a man of a lot of words, as you all know.

And at times like this,

it's a mighty sorrowful thing

that eight years ago

the Lord saw fit to take from us our only reverend.

And so it falls upon me to do the best I can.

Vance Kane,

20 years old.

A boy full of the wildfire of life.

Sometimes too wild, as I can testify.

But this same boy

worked from dawn till dusk,

honored his father,

gave credit to this town.

A boy any one of us would be proud to call our son.

And now he's gone.

And every one of us,

friends and strangers, knows that's wrong.

Wrong!

- Amen. Amen! - OTHERS: Amen.

(sighs)

But all we can do now

is to hope and pray that Vance Kane finds sanctuary

and justice

in paradise.

OTHERS: Amen!

(playing dirge)

♪♪

(bell clanging in distance)

(clanging continues)

Name's Blaine. Sheriff Blaine.

Rowdy Yates, Sheriff.

I want to apologize for Walker there.

He told me all about what happened.

He's not too bright. You know how it is.

He ain't never been more than 50 miles out of Regis.

And he told you about...

The lynch? Yes, he did.

Yeah. Well, I was kind of hoping the law might, uh,

do something about it, go after the men before they got away.

But, uh, maybe I was wrong.

Might not have to go outside of Regis to get 'em.

Well, after the burial,

if you can give me a description of them,

I'll telegraph it.

Oh, I can give you a description, all right.

An old man and a boy named Jethroe.

Kid's got a bum leg.

Um, what are you talking about?

I'm talking about a murder

that no one in this town seems to be concerned about.

- Why? Mm-hmm.

Well, you're spoofing me, Mr. Yates.

You can call it murder if you like, I guess.

I ain't spoofing you, and I'm calling it murder.

Well, you can call it whatever you like, if that satisfies you.

It doesn't satisfy me.

How come these people haven't been arrested?

All right, I'll tell you, Mr. Yates.

The Kanes had a right to hang them two men.

When I released them two drifters,

I saw that Vance Kane boy asleep on the cot.

When my deputy, Walker, came in, he found that boy dead.

He was not asleep.

A boy who was in for nothing more

than being drunk and sassing back.

Them drifters broke his neck.

Does that still give the Kanes the right?

In my judgment.

You rely on my judgment, Mr. Yates.

It's the product of a lifetime's experience.

Go away.

Forget about it, you hear me?

You live long enough, someday you'll come back

and thank me.

Oh, yeah. Sure, I will.

For letting them get away with killing one of my men,

wounding another?

- One of your men? - That's right.

Kane never told me that.

He only told me that justice was carried out.

Well, I assume you'll bring 'em to trial, huh, Sheriff?

That's what I figured.

- Yates. Mm-hmm.

Where are you going?

Well, I thought I'd send a telegram

to the federal marshal in Wichita.

Now, you look here, Yates.

You want to punish somebody for this, you punish me.

It was my neglect. It happened in my jail.

That boy was attacked in my jail.

Now, the Kanes are not at fault.

You want vengeance? I'm your man.

I don't want vengeance. I just want justice.

That's all.

Yates.

(sighs)

All right.

Your way.

Tomorrow noon, I'll call a coroner's inquest.

If you've got any evidence, you can present it there.

In the meantime, if I was you,

I wouldn't leave the hotel till then.

Morgan Kane's got a lot of friends.

(clock chiming softly)

- JETHROE: They're gonna be at the inquest tomorrow, Pa. -Who?

JETHROE: Them drovers.

And the one at the funeral,

the one with the gun.

I could tell by his eyes.

When he looked at us, he knew, Pa.

He knew and he's gonna come.

Fear.

Your whole life's an unholy testament to fear.

Afraid since the day you were born.

Anyway, Sheriff will take care of things.

(chuckles) Blaine?

Oh, he's-he's the one to take care of things, Pa.

But what if he don't?

What if he can't?

What if he don't even care, Pa?

Suppose he decides it'd be smarter for him

to let those drovers run us off to trial in Wichita.

There ain't nobody going to run me off from here.

30 years of toil and sweat,

breaking hard ground and turning stone.

Your mother's buried here and now Vance.

And it's here I'm gonna be set down.

Now, tomorrow, Jethroe, it'll be different.

Tomorrow, things will start to change.

It'll all begin to wash away,

and we'll forget what we must forget.

- Sunup, we'll go back to work... -Pa!

I'm going to bed.

(door opens)

(door closes)

(gasps)

Here's your guests, Sheriff.

Kanes.

I know you're upset

about having to leave your gun here, Mr. Kane,

but I'm sure you'll understand and see it my way.

This is a legal hearing.

It's got to be conducted properly.

That means the witnesses can't carry guns.

I understand that, Sheriff,

but why has there got to be a trial?

You know what I did was right. You know it was right.

Yes, I know that, Mr. Kane,

but would you rather have it

settled here in Regis... or Wichita?

Your friends or the federal government?

Real justice, or the kind of justice you get

slapped across your face by outsiders?

That's why, Mr. Kane.

We're your friends.

Thank you, Mr. Kane.

Ah, have a good day, sir, Mr. Morgan.

And good day, Mr. Jethroe.

You've got a violent streak to you, just like your brother.

BLAINE: Walker!

Why don't you go over to the town hall

and see if everything's all set?

Yeah.

Don't be edgy, Jethroe.

Nothing's gonna happen to you or your pa.

You better make sure that nothing happens.

And I mean him, too, your toad, Walker.

(laughs) Don't you worry about Walker.

I'll handle him.

Well, you better.

You ain't threatening me, are you, boy?

I guess there is a bit of your brother Vance in you,

ain't there?

He was always one for priding it and lipping his betters.

But you'd know more about that than me,

or even your pa, wouldn't you, boy?

But you and me know something else, don't we, boy?

Just you and me.

Even Walker don't know...

Don't...!

Just telling you how things are.

How they are and how we want them to stay.

And what I mean is that I think it's just about time

you signed over this creek land to me like we talked.

Now you sign it here, Jethroe, right here,

and we'll get your father

to think that you lost the creek land gambling, hmm?

You said...

You said after the inquest.

All right.

You're smart, Jethroe.

Real smart.

All right.

After the inquest.

(people conversing)

Court's in session.

You're the first witness.

Take the chair.

Do you swear to tell the truth,

the whole truth, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera?

I do.

Go ahead.

What?

Tell your story.

Well, it's quite simple, really.

Yesterday morning, Ed Peters and I were riding point

ahead of the drive, and we saw two men about to be hanged.

Well, we tried to stop them, but...

JARVIS: But what? What reason

did you have for not stopping it?

Because they tried to kill him, that's why!

Will you stop rapping that thing when I'm talking?

You shut up, or I'll hold you in contempt.

Oh, you try to hold me in anything,

-and I'll put you so deep down... -I said sit down!

-...where the... - Take it easy.

- Will you leave me alone? - What's the matter with you?

You claim you was shot, that right?

No.

No, what?

I don't claim I was shot. I was shot.

You should know. You took care of it.

I took care of it, but that don't prove nothing.

It's still just your word.

Now, you was shot off your horse on the ground. That true?

Yes.

Then you didn't ever actually see anybody shoot.

You just, uh, alleged it.

Now look!

I don't allege...

and I don't claim.

He was the one who did it.

He killed Peters, and the two men

that Mr. Yates found hanging, he hung!

He and that boy seated next to him.

I warned him. I told him he was doing the devil's work.

Pa, don't say no more.

Look, you leave us alone, understand?

He didn't mean to hurt no one.

He didn't mean to shoot...

But he did shoot me! And you did kill Peters!

And you hanged those...!

(groans)

That's enough!

You're out of order.

You all right, boy?

Yes, I'm all right.

Look, this man is not on trial here.

You're out of order, I said. Ain't he?

ROWDY: Sheriff?

I ain't the judge here, Mr. Yates.

I think maybe you are.

I think you don't know very much about Regis.

You're a stranger here.

Did you say the witness was dismissed, Mr. Jarvis?

Witness is dismissed.

No more witnesses.

I guess the jury can retire to reach a verdict.

I think maybe there are.

I think you ought to call them.

JARVIS: You, uh, talking about the Kanes?

ROWDY: That's right.

JARVIS: We already know where they was.

At home, shocked and rendered helpless

by the tragic news of their loss.

You want me to call witnesses to testify to that fact, Yates?

I can.

Yeah, I'll bet you can.

Probably the lawmen around here

were all staying home with them, huh?

That's why they couldn't prevent the hanging.

Why don't you call Sheriff Blaine?

(chuckles)

I have no testimony to offer, Mr. Yates.

I have no legal standing here except as keeper of the peace.

And like you, I will have to abide

by the findings of that jury.

Not only will I have to, but I will.

So will you, unless you're a bigger fool than I take you for.

The jury reach a verdict?

In our opinion, since not the slightest proof

of a crime even having been committed

in this territory's been established,

we the jury find no reason to hold Morgan,

Jethroe Kane over for trial.

JARVIS: So say you all?

JURY: Aye!

This inquest is done and over.

(excited chattering)

Jarvis?

You fellas go on up.

I'm gonna wait here for Rowdy.

BLAKE: All right, Wish.

Something I can do for you?

Yeah, you can send this out.

Well, I can't.

Why not?

Well, uh, I'm sorry, but the telegraph is, uh, uh...

(clicking)

Well, the wires ain't down here, exactly, but, uh...

Well, you know what I mean.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

(sighs)

JETHROE: Hey, I-I got something to say to you.

I want you to leave us alone, you understand?

You've had your day in court.

Now... now just leave us alone.

You expect me to forget that you killed one of my men?

We didn't mean for none of it to happen.

I'll say it once.

I regret what happened.

I have no shame over the hanging of those two,

but I do regret the death of your man.

I want no more Killing.

You keep coming at me, you'll be doing Satan's work.

You keep coming at me, and before long,

one of us will be in the ground!

You listen to me, Kane.

I'm taking you and your boy into Wichita for a fair trial.

Now, you can go get your gear and meet me here in town,

or, uh, I'll come out and get you, either way.

I'm going to my house, Yates, and I'm going to bed.

In the morning, I'm going to my field.

You try to come take us,

may the Lord have mercy on your soul, because I won't.

I don't think I want to wait till morning.

Neither do I, just till dark, Wish.

Don't you use that until I tell you.

You hear me?

They lit out.

Not out the front, they never!

Walker, teach him.

No, wait! I didn't...! Wait!

(cries out)

They probably went back to their herd.

Oh, no, not that hardheaded trail boss.

They're heading over for Kane's place.

What now?

Round up a few of the boys. Lodi, when they get here,

you deputize them and send 'em over to Kane's place.

Walker, come on.

(crickets chirping)

♪♪

Jethroe, take this gun and get to the back door.

- That's wrong, we should not... - Get to the back door, Jethroe!

Pa, it's... No, no! Please, Pa!

(crickets chirping)

(door squeaks)

ROWDY: Kane!

(gunfire)

(bullets ricocheting)

Start moving in slow.

MAN: Lodi! Posse's ready.

It's all off.

You mean Blaine don't want a posse?

Sheriff said for y'all to go on back home.

He said him and Walker will handle it themselves.

You did a very good job, Lodi.

Now all you got to do is just sit here

and cool your heels and keep your mouth shut.

And we're here to see you do just that.

(gunfire continues)

Kane!

I've got to take you and the boy in.

(bullet ricocheting)

Kane, I swear to you,

I'll take you in one way or the other.

Let's go for that shed over there.

We'll do this my way.

BLAINE: One more step and you're dead!

All right, toss your guns over behind that rubble there.

Mr. Kane?

Looks like you have a couple of trespassers here.

I warned them, Sheriff.

You know I warned you!

I told them to stay clear of my land!

Well, that's your right and due.

A man always has a right to kill

in self-defense.

And if I were you, sir,

I'd go right to it.

All right, you heard him.

Now clear off!

Go ahead, kill him.

Kill him!

Kill him, Kane!

No, Pa!

No more killing!

No more!

I was the one who done it, Pa.

All of it.

I killed him.

I never meant to do it, Pa.

But you didn't know him like I did.

Lie.

Cheat.

Taunting me all the time, taunting me!

You better shut him up, Blaine.

All right, that's enough talk now, boy.

I ain't afraid of you no more, Sheriff.

You do whatever you want to do.

Who, boy? Who was it you killed?

My brother.

I killed my brother, Pa.

Jethroe, you're lying.

Why are you lying to me, Jethroe?

Like your pa says, boy, you're lying!

I ain't lying, Pa.

And he knows I killed Vance.

It was him who found me with Vance dead.

And then got his toad Walker to...

to hide Vance's body in the jail.

Now, you tell your pa you're lying, boy!

You hear me? You tell him!

I killed Vance.

In the alleyway right behind the town.

I didn't mean to do it, Pa.

I was just trying to get him to come home

like you said, but...

but he was drunk.

And he started...

he started taunting me

about my leg again.

How I should've been a...

a daughter like... like Ma always wanted.

I couldn't stand it no more, Pa, coming from him.

I couldn't stand it no more!

And I...

I took that whiskey bottle away fr-from him, and...

...and I hit him.

And I hit him.

(yelling): And I hit him!

And I hit...

(crying)

Pa.

It wasn't them two that we hung that did it.

It was me.

I was the one who killed Vance!

How do you know it was you that killed your brother, Jethroe?

How do you know he was even dead

when Walker hauled him off to jail, huh?

I'm gonna kill him.

- I'm gonna kill that guy. -(gunfire)

- Kill him! I'll kill him! - Watch out!

Walker!

Kill him!

Aah!

All right, Walker, you better tell us what happened, huh?

Was Vance Kane dead or alive

when you hauled him off to that jail?

Did you kill him?

I think you better answer him.

Come on, Walker, you better tell us.

Come on!

All right, all right.

He was alive.

Shut up!

I only did it

'cause Blaine told me to do it.

You shut your mouth, Walker!

But it was you who told me to work him over.

It was Blaine who told me to finish off Vance.

It was Blaine.

Blaine!

Everything's always Blaine!

(gunshot)

All right, now you better drop them guns!

Now!

(gunfire)

Pa, stop! Aah!

(gunfire)

(huffing)

You'd better come down here, Kane.

Now, get up, Jethroe.

Jethroe, get up!

Get up, Jethroe!

You hear me, boy? Get up!

Your son's dead.

♪♪

♪♪

I'm ready now to stand to judgment.

Whoa.

How's your side?

Good as new.

In a couple of days I'll be much better.

When do I get my horse back?

A few more days.

Mr. Yates?

Do you think a town like Regis ever can change?

I don't know, I guess everything changes eventually.

Either changes or dies.

At least now it'll have a chance.

We'll see you all in Wichita.