Original subtitles

(upbeat country Western music)

- I sure can't be wearln' this face In town,

till it's changed a might.

(chuckles)

When it comes to choosin' between my whiskers

or my neck, I reckon my whisker's gotta go.

Ain't that right, Raven?

What's the matter, Raven?

Don't you know me?

(laughing)

Listen to this, Raven.

Dear Sheriff Flagg,

So you've sworn to capture me single handed.

If you don't hurry up, you won't have to shoot me.

I'll be dead from old age.

All right?

That looks like an Indian signal.

I got a hunch that means trouble.

(horse hooves clomping)

- Hey, look.

I guess that fella at Lobo is right about

that Indian uprising.

- Aw, that lnjun's alone.

Maybe he don't mean no harm.

- Yeah, but I'd feel a lot easier if there's

just the two of us.

You know, I warned that girl about trouble,

but wouldn't listen to me.

- What's wrong, Mr. Harper?

- Just spottin' an Indian, Miss Flagg.

But don't you fret.

I'll get you through all right.

- [Driver] Hey, there's some more of 'em.

(Indian war cries)

- [Driver] Giddyup, ha!

(guns firing)

(Indian war cry)

(guns firing)

- Giddyup there, boys.

Come on.

Hey, if these horses can't keep up (mumbles).

(Indian war cries)

(guns firing)

- Woah.

(Indian war cries)

(guns firing)

(Indian war cries)

(speaking in foreign language)

What do you little boys think you're doin'

chasin' stages?

You better get back the reservation before

somebody sicks the militia on ya.

Yeah, leave your artillery here

till you sober up.

Come on, get goin'.

- Sure much obliged, young fella.

That was sure slick work.

- [The Wolf] And I figured those young bucks were up

to some devilment.

A few shots of red eye and they want to go

on the war path like their ancestors.

- Well, after the treatment you'll give 'em,

I reckon they'll go back to the government school

and behave themselves.

- Yeah.

- I want to thank you, too.

You were marvelous.

I've had it since I was a little girl.

Are you interested in coins?

- Why, ah, yes.

I'm sort of a collector.

(hammer pounding)

- That's very interesting, isn't it.

- [Driver] We'd better get started, Miss Judy.

- All right.

If you're ever near the Eight Bar Ranch,

I hope you'll drop in.

- The Eight Bar?

Why, that's Sheriff Flagg's ranch, isn't it?

- Yes, he's my uncle.

Do you know him?

- Well, ah, yes and no.

- Well, anyway, I'm sure he'd be glad to see you.

- I'm positive of it.

Well, I'll have to be moseying along.

- [Judy] You will come and see us?

- [The Wolf] I sure will.

- [Driver] So long.

- [The Wolf] Goodbye, boys.

- Part of the country, all right.

- [Man] Well, what's he look like?

- Well, he's tall, kind of youngish,

and he's got wavy hair.

- He usually wears black chaps.

- And that fella that we just met...

- Ah, you mean the little fast fellow with the black shirt

and the white beard?

- Oh, sure.

Why, he couldn't have been The Wolf.

And that's the only one that we met.

- [The Wolf] Here boy.

- [Man] We might as well double back then, fellers.

- [Driver] Come here, boys.

- Hey, fellas, look here.

- [Man] Well, what does it say?

- [Man] Yeah, what does it say?

- [Man] "if you're gonna plaster up the scenery"

"with my pictures, I'll send you a new one."

And it's got his trademark on it, too.

Well, I'll be cow kicked by a mule.

And we just put that up five minutes ago.

Can you beat that?

- Pretty slick at that, boys.

- Well, boy he sure is.

- Aunt Molly?

Here comes Uncle Joe.

- [Joe] Hello, Judy.

- Oh.

- Ooh, boy.

So you got here all right.

- Of course I did.

I've been here three days.

- Yes.

- How are you, Uncle Joe?

- Oh, I'm plumb tuckered out.

- Land's sakes, Joseph.

Where have you been all this time?

- Ma, how many times have I asked you not

to call me Joseph.

You know it riles me always.

Joseph, ah.

Where else would I be but out chasin' that ding,

the Lone Wolf.

- Did you catch him?

- No, I didn't catch him.

We just kept playing tag till I ran out of supplies.

- What on earth are you talking about?

- What am I talking about?

Well, he kept leaving these here billy links for me.

I knew he was only a few miles away.

The lamb of Satan.

- "Tag ain't no game for grown-ups, Sheriff.

"If you get dizzy, let me know and we'll turn around"

"and we'll run the other way."

- "Having a fine time.

"Wish you were here."

"In case your water supply runs out,"

"you'll find my canteen full a half mile further off."

- Did he?

- [Joe] Did he what?

- Leave the water?

- Yes, he did.

Along with some supplies.

- Uh, that was pretty decent, wasn't it?

- Decent?

Why the young monkey.

If he's goin' in for this outlaw business,

why can't he be dignified about it?

He won't be so funny when I catch him.

And I will too, if it's the last thing I do.

- Mmm, likely it will be.

- You'll feel better after you've had

some supper, Uncle Joe.

- Of course you will.

Come along, Joseph.

Everything's ready.

- Will you stop calling me Joseph?

(laughing)

(men conversing in background)

- ls there an hombre around here by the name of Cantrell?

- He was here about two hours ago.

But he does most of his trading at Lone Pine.

- Say, there's the Lone Wolf, fellers.

- There's a big reward on him dead or alive.

- Let's get him.

- Listen.

My trouble ain't with you fellas.

I'm lookin' for Cantrell.

(gun firing)

(men yelling)

(horse hooves clomping)

(men yelling)

(horse hooves clomping)

- [The Wolf] Woah.

(horse hooves clomping)

(water splashing)

- [Man] I wonder where he's gone?

- [Man] He must've gone up the creek.

Up the creek, boys.

(water gurgling)

(gun firing)

(yelling)

. He got away!

- Well, let's go after him.

- No use.

He's got too much head start with that horse of his.

- He's right.

- [Man] Yeah, we'd never get him.

- Figure we can call on Mr. Cantrell at Lone Pine

now without an escort?

- Maybe The Wolf is being blamed for a lot

of things these Indians have done.

- Maybe, but we know that guy ran off a bunch

of the Bridle Bit cattle and robbed Cantrill's

foreman of the payroll.

Not that it hurts my feelings to see Steve Cantrell

get the worst of it.

But law is law.

- Who is Cantrell?

I seem to remember the name.

- Why, of course you do.

Don't you remember that time you visited Gus

when you was a little girl?

And old Bruce Wallis was two.

- And when they read his will,

they found he left his ranch to his foreman,

this Cantrell.

- You said it's to his son, Keene.

Yes, I remember now.

Keene accused Cantrell of having shot his father.

But he couldn't prove anything,

and then he ran away.

- [Joe] That's right.

And have never heard a word of that boy since.

I reckon he's dead.

- Maybe not.

- See, you two youngsters were fine, clever playmates,

weren't ya?

(laughing)

- I'll never forget how mad you got that Christmas

when he broke your last bottle of bourbon whiskey.

(laughing)

It seems as though The Wolf has a special

grudge against the guy a little bit, doesn't it?

- Yeah.

Hey, Ma, how about another cup of coffee?

- Oh, give me your cup, Joseph.

- Don't call me Joseph!

- I don't see why you always split with us, Cantrell.

You always win all our dough back aftennlards.

- I always give you a run for your money, don't I?

- DO ya?

- What do you mean by that crack?

(cards snapping)

- I didn't mean anything.

I was only kiddin'.

- You know, Jackson, you're not very funny to me.

- Deal me out, I'm clean.

- Brainwork isn't exactly In your llne, ls It Brut?

- Well, why, sure boss.

I brained the guy once when I was wrestlin'

in the big town.

- One.

- I'll play these.

I'll raise ya 10.

- I'll have to call you with the works.

How come you had the queen of spades?

- Is there any law against it?

- I happened to discard it.

- Your eyesight's kind of gone back on ya,

ain't it, Jackson?

- I tell ya I...

- Are you insinuatin' I cheated?

- Ha, I'm not insinuating anything.

I just...

- You just made a mistake.

(laughing)

- Sure, I reckon I need glasses.

- Come on.

I'll buy you all a drink before we go home.

- Let's go home.

- Eh?

- Let's go home.

- I don't think we've got time.

Let's go home.

- All right.

- I hear you managed to get rid of your beef this time

before the Lone Wolf got his hands on 'em.

You're lucky.

They say he's around this part of the country again.

- I guess we're safe today.

He never show up when the boss is with us.

- That's right.

He's mighty careful to keep out of my way.

There's nothin' I like better, though,

than to meet this Wolf face to face.

- If you'll just turn around you'll get your wish.

Lay your artillery on the bar, gents.

And don't forget your shoulder gun, Cantrell.

- How'd you know I had one?

- You guess.

Come on.

Now hand over that money you collected

for your cattle.

- You're gonna suffer for this when I catch you.

- [The Wolf] You mean if you catch me.

I never yet heard of a sidewinder catching a wolf.

Set up the drinks, bartender.

Hard liquor.

For these three gents.

I'm particular who I set 'em up for.

Just a little souvenir, boys.

- Come on, let's get him.

- [The Wolf] Come here, git up, Raven.

- Why, he must've flew.

(laughing)

- What's funny about it?

- We saved him the trouble of rustlin' the beef.

And he got the money just the same.

(punch smacking)

- Bff.

God darn.

Well of all the impotent, infernal, crazy tricks.

Oh, funny ain't ya?

Playin' jokes on the law.

You just wait till I get my hands on you.

- [Jackson] Don't look hot enough yet.

- Stick 'em up.

Show me your backs.

Messin' up one of the sheriffs calves, are ya?

Let him up.

- Just what are you going to do about it, Mr. Lone Wolf?

- I'm gonna turn you birds over the sheriff.

- You're, you're, you're what?

- That's funny.

I always heard you were full of jokes.

(laughing)

- Yeah, but this isn't one of 'em.

Get goin'.

(gun firing)

(punches smacking)

(grunting)

Get up.

That's a great pal you got.

(horse hooves clomping)

At least your friend won't get home too soon.

Remember, stealin' cattle will only get ya

a term in jail.

But tellin' who I am means hot lead.

- Can tell, what can I do for you?

- I just found this hombre doing some fancy work

on one of your calves.

Puttin' Bridle Bit brand on it.

- Bridle Bit, huh.

I always thought Cantrell was up to something like this,

but I never could prove it before.

Well, sir, what have you got to say for yourself?

- He's not very sociable.

He ain't said a word to me since we met.

- All right, you better keep him in the bunkhouse.

Tomorrow night he's goin' to town

in the morning and we'll take him along.

Why don't you take care of those horses?

I'm obliged to you, ah, ah.

I didn't get your name.

- Ah, you didn't hear it.

- Oh.

Oh, well, no matter.

I got a nice prime bottle of bourbon up there

in the house.

(laughing)

- Say, Sheriff, if it's all the same to you,

I missed dinner and uh...

- Oh, certainly, certainly.

- I'll just have Ma fix you a snack.

After the favor you done for me,

nothin's too good.

- Oh, it wasn't so much a favor as keepin'

my Property in good refute.

- Your property?

- Sure, the Bridle Bit belongs to me.

- Well, I haven't heard tale of Cantrell selling out.

- He hasn't.

Cantrell's just runnin' my ranch, that's all.

- Oh, sure.

Sure, it's your ranch.

I, I just forgot.

You sit right down there and make yourself

quiet and rest.

Been a mighty hot day.

Hey, Ma.

Ma, there's a fool son out there says he's hungry.

Reckon you can fix him a bite to eat?

- Land's sakes you know I can.

Why don't you bring him in?

- I'm a scared to, Ma.

He ain't exactly right.

- What do you mean?

- He's nutty.

Crazier than a tick.

He thinks he's the owner of Bridle Bit.

He seems all right now,

but sometimes they get violent.

- Goodness, ain't that sad, Joseph.

- Please don't call me Joseph.

- You did come.

- I always keep my word.

- But you shouldn't.

It's frightfully dangerous.

- Aw, I had to see you again.

Even if it was only for a minute.

I know this isn't the healthiest place

in the world for me,

but you would pick a sheriff for an uncle.

And The Wolf for a friend.

- [Judy] You better go now.

Please, I'm frightened.

- Put up your hands in the name of the law.

You keep out of this, Judy.

You can't interfere with an officer.

- For land's sakes, Joseph.

Are you going to feed this man or shoot him?

- For the eighth millionest time,

don't call me Joseph.

You darned, don't you see you're flirtin' with death?

Put 'em up.

- Now, now.

Don't you know you can't plug a man with

an empty gun?

I haven't seen you so mad since the Christmas

I broke your bottle of liquor.

I thought maybe we could talk things over

more friendly-like if I had these to begin with.

- Bottle of liquor?

You Keene Wallace?

Oh, I can't believe it.

- Do I get that plate of food now?

- You certainly do not.

You'll come right in the house and have supper with us.

It's almost ready.

- Well, I believe your story, Keene.

But I'm afraid I'll be obliged to put you under arrest.

- But I haven't taken anything except what belongs to me.

That isn't any crime.

- How can Keene prove anything against Cantrell

if you put him in jail?

- Who said anything about jail?

I'm not the only man in the country who's looking for you.

And if you are my prisoner they'll have to lay off.

I'm putting you on parole so you'll have free hands

to prove your case against Cantrell.

- Uncle Joe, you're a dear.

- Keene, you come down with me to the bunkhouse

and I'll put you in right with the boys.

- Thanks, you're a squares shooter, Joseph.

- Dang it, you start that and I will put you in jail!

(laughing)

,6' A roundin' up the law boys

,6' To give the boys a fight

,6' You want all my money

,6' The city life desire

,6' I thought the boys were game

,6' When they said I was insane

,6' And then I'd be a crown boy

,6' Until my judgment day

,6' Oh take me back, back, back to the place

,6' Where the doggone doggies roam

,6' Where the boots of troopers roam

,6' To me it's home sweet home

,6' So take me back, back right here this way

,6' Instead of the prairie land

,6' When I'm away from the city ran

,6' I'll be hap-hap-happiest man

(laughing)

- You sure got a keen voice, Keene.

- Yeah, it's keen.

- Keene's got a keen voice, see?

Keen.

- Oh, yeah, sure.

(laughing)

,6' Mmmm

- [Man] Well, that wasn't so bad.

Let's try it again.

,6' Mmmm

- Play the cowboys again.

- Hey Wolf, I mean Wallace.

- What's the matter?

- Nothing.

I guess I can tell you something you'd like to know,

if you're willing to return the favor.

Cantrell got to bragging one night when he was drunk

about a smart trick in stealing the real will

and forging another,

leaving the ranch to him.

He played the lone hand.

Shot your dad himself out on the range.

Made believe it was a rustler.

Wait.

There's something else.

He never destroyed the real will.

Keeps it on him night and day.

- Why?

- He says that's his ace in the hole

in case he ever met up with you and wanted

to buy his life with it.

- That won't save him.

- Need any help, Keene?

- Private business, buddy.

Reckon if he wanted us he'd a said so.

(accordion music)

(humming)

- I used to know that song.

,6' Head for the round up

,6' Feelin' mighty gay

,6' All the boys are singin',

,6' Singin' all the way

,6' With a yip, yippee, yippee all the way

,6' Yippey, yippey, singin' all the day

- I'm glad you come over and told me that, boy.

But I don't want you to go bustin' over there tonight.

- But after waitin' all these years,

just to be sure.

- It can wait till morning then.

Don't be too hasty.

Cool down a bit.

And always control your temper.

- I suppose you're right, Joseph.

- You call me that again,

again, and I'll, I'll, oh, I'll never speak to you!

(knife banging)

- Practicin' up for The Wolf?

(knife banging)

We've got to get busy, Pete.

I have more than one reason for wantin'

him out of the way.

- So you think he is the heir...

- I knew it the minute I laid eyes on him.

He's a spittin' image of the old man.

That crack he made about my shoulder gun.

He's Keene Wallace all right.

- The Wolf caught Jackson branding one of Flagg's calves.

- The Wolf?

Well, what of it?

- What of it?

Why, he took Jackson to the ranch

and turned him over the sheriff.

I trailed him.

- That's bad.

- Let me handle him, boss.

- Oh, this job is right up my alley.

I'll pick a scrap with him, see.

And I'll get the strangle hold on him.

I trips and down we go and I give a little

twist to the neck, his neck is a broken.

Just an accident.

It's a cinch.

Boss, please.

Let me take care of him.

It's a pipe.

- Say, tough QW-

I settled many arguments with this.

Simple, safe, a refine.

- Ah, you and your sticker.

Say, when I croaks a guy, he stays croaked.

Busted necks don't heal up like scratches.

- Scratches, huh?

I'll give you a little scratch with this

you won't forget.

- So you will, will ya?

- Cut it out, you two.

You're liable to get hurt.

- Please, boss.

Give me a crack at The Wolf before I get out of practice.

- I'll handle this my own way.

Tomorrow I'll have Hank here go over to

the Eight Bar Ranch.

We'll be in loan time.

- Are you Keene Wallace?

(engine rumbling)

- [Steve] You all know what to do.

- Listen, boss, why can't I...

' [Steve] No!

- [Joe] Oh, I probably will be back about dinnertime.

- Look, Uncle Joe.

I found this by the corral.

- The corral?

(clearing throat)

- Well, what does it say?

- "You and I can talk things over in a friendly way.

"Meet me at the Lone Pine Saloon."

"Cantrell."

- Why, that crazy young coot is gonna walk

right into a trap.

Come on here, boys.

Boys, we gotta go and give him help.

Come on.

Come Wally, come on Buck.

Come on.

(men yelling)

- That's gratitude for ya.

(men conversing in background)

(horse hooves clomping)

- This is sure a dead town.

- He's coming.

(clock ticking)

- He's nowhere in sight.

He's gone.

- What's your order, gents?

Not knowin' how friendly you'd be,

thought I'd better come in the back way.

I'm gonna give you an even break, Cantrell.

I'll put up my gun and we'll both draw.

- You cow gents are pretty handy with your gun,

but I ain't seen one of ya yet

who can handle his mitts.

- You better keep out of this, fella.

- You don't dare put down your gun

and fight like a man.

You're yella.

That's what's the matter with ya.

- Listen, will the rest of you fellas see

that I get a square deal?

And don't get plugged in the back if I put down my gun?

(men agreeing)

(rustling and clattering)

(engine rumbling)

(crowd jeering)

(grunting)

- Let me go.

Let me go!

Oh, let me go!

I'll tell you want you want to know.

I'll tell you what, about the will,

and who killed your father.

(grunting)

It was...

(gun firing)

- [Keene] Stay back!

(engine rumbling)

(guns firing)

[Keene] Come on, Raven.

(engine rumbling)

(men yelling)

(engine rumbling)

(horse hooves clomping)

Woah, woah, woah.

Woah.

- [Pete] I guess we give him slip.

(People yelling)

(engine rumbling)

(car crashing)

(gun firing)

(People yelling)

(engine rumbling)

- [Judy] Keene, are you all right?

- Come on, get him on his feet.

What's goin' on here anyway?

- What is it?

- Say, Keene, here's...

- He did leave the ranch to Keene.

Isn't that wonderful, Joseph?

I mean Joe.

- Molly, I'm so happy I don't care if you

call me Josephine.

(laughing)

,6' Headin' for the roundup

,6' Feelin' mighty gay

,6' All aboard singin', singin' all the way

,6' With a yip, yippee, yippee all the way

,6' Yipee, yippee, yippee all the way

,6' Yippee, yippee, singin' all the day

. [Man