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(exciting music)

- If you're going to allow rustlers free run of the range,

you might as well quit ranching.

Maybe you're better just

sign over your ranches to the rustlers.

This here town of Salinas is going white-livered.

More like a sheep town every day.

There ain't a ranch in this county

that the rustlers haven't hit.

Some of us being hit.

And how many of the rustlers been caught?

Well I'll tell ya.

Just two.

And what happened to the first one?

He laid in jail for a week,

eating at the county's expense

and then some smart lawyer come along and got him out.

Now we got another cow thief in jail waiting

for a lawyer to get him.

- He's telling the truth.

- You bet he is you.

- You bet I'm right.

Bob Wilson was caught red-handed and he ain't got no excuse

but some royal friend run for him

and he walked out of jail (fingers clicking) just like.

Just laughing in your faces.

- How come you stirring up all this over for Wilson?

- How come?

Why he's the law breaker and I ain't got no use for such.

- Seems to me you're his partner.

- Say what do you mean by that?

- How do we know you were in on that deal yourself.

- Why you!

(table thudding)

(men groaning)

(men yelling)

Let me at that fella.

I'll tell him.

- Hold him, right there.

- Wait a minute.

Boys, wait a minute.

This man's right.

Boys, I've been punching cows ever slnce I was knee-hlgh

to a grasshopper.

And where I come from there ain't no rustlers.

And for why?

We use the rope.

- Well if the rest of you're scared,

I'll handle the rope meself.

- Ropes a lot cheaper than paying juries

and a lot surer.

Spud's right, he's got it all figured out.

- [Rancher] We've start enough of this rustling.

Get him the rope. - Sure.

- [Spud] Well, how about it, men?

- Count me in.

- Yes.

Just when does this party coming off?

- It won't be long.

- What's on your mind, Slim?

- Spud Hayes.

He may be the answer to your prayer.

- I heard what he's been saying.

But this town is too lily-livered

to pull off a lynching party.

- You're wrong, Flemming.

Spud's getting the boys all riled up.

- Oh yeah?

But I think he'll be needing our help.

You better bring him in here.

- You bet.

(door thudding)

- Now as responsible citizens

of the town of Salinas there's nothing we can do

but support a progressive movement like this.

- Well, I'm for anything that's

for the good of the community.

- Now I was just thinking.

- Now, don't strain, Hank.

- What I can't figure out is why Spud

is so god-darn anxious to string up his old buddy.

- When buddies fall out they are the worst kind of enemies.

- Yeah, but I never knew they had a falling-out.

Things were mighty peaceful over on the Cross Bar X

when Wilson was running it and Spud was cook.

- Well with a slow working brain like Spuds,

I'm sure they didn't fall out over Mary Scott.

(men laughing)

(door clicking)

- Hello, Mr. Flemming.

- Hello, Spud.

- You wanna see me?

- Yes I did.

Now we're law-abiding citizens

and lynching is against the law.

Ordinarily I'd be the first one

to stand by a Sheriff Judson.

But in this case I must admit I think you're right.

- Why, I'm sure I'm right, Mr. Flemming.

I didn't jump to any conclusions either.

'Cause me and Bob were partners.

But if I stood by him now, well people think

that I knew about the rustling all along

and maybe in on it.

- Personally, I think you were where.

. Why, you big--

- Hey, hold it.

Cool down now, Spud.

- Don't lose your head, son.

I was only joking.

- Oh well then, I'm sorry I acted

the way I did, Mr. Flemming

but that's kind of a sore spot with me.

- Now the boys here will help you.

And if there's any fuss raised aftennlards,

you can COUllt on HIE.

- Thanks.

Howdy, Sheriff.

- Hello, Spud.

What can I do for ya?

- Oh, nothing, I thought I'd better call on Bob Wilson.

Not that I want to, especially,

it's only that him and me used to be buddies.

- I know how you feel.

Trying to feel sorry for Wilson meself.

Sure to do a long stretch.

All right go ahead the door's open.

- Thanks, Sheriff.

- Wait a minute.

You wouldn't be slipping anything to the prisoner, Spud.

- You know me better than that, Sheriff.

- Just sort of complying with the law.

I'll give this back to you when you come out.

- Sure, sure.

- Spud, I'm glad to see ya.

- So it finally caught up with ya?

Well I never thought you'd turn out this way.

Well just for old times sake, I'll help you all I can.

That is legally.

But that don't mean we're buddies again

when you come out of prison.

The Sheriff might have big ears.

- What about Mary?

- Well, she don't know what to believe.

Anyway, she's getting to leave the county.

- Don't tell me that Flemming--

- It wasn't Flemming so much.

You know how Mary had a head into going to stage.

- Yeah, I know.

- And there ain't much you can do to Mary Scott

when she makes up her mind on something.

And she's just plain set on selling that ranch.

- [Bob] I tell ya, I was framed.

- [Spud] Well, if you _ was framed, who done It?

- When I was free I kept her from selling.

Can't you do anything, Spud?

- Well, I tried to persuade her,

told her she she oughta hold onto the Cross Bar X

and she just laughed at me.

- Yeah, she's as stubborn as a mule.

If I could only get outta here I can stop her.

You gotta get me outta here.

- There's a bunch going to take you out tonight.

- [Bob] That's sure nice of 'em.

- Nice?

Man, what are you talking about?

- Didn't know I had so many friends.

- Friends?

Why, man, they're gonna lynch ya.

- Lynch me?

- Sure, what else?

It don't hurt much.

All they do is tie a rope around your neck

drive up south from under ya and something goes (creaking)

and there you are.

It's all over in a few seconds.

- Well, I guess that settles that.

- [Spud] Yep, and you too.

- Spud, you gotta do something for me.

- I already did.

I arranged the lynching.

- You arranged it?

- Sure, you wanted to get out.

Flemming helped me.

- Flemming helped you?

- Yes, of course, he's not coming out himself,

he's just donating Hank Taylor

and Slim Dickson and Buck Mason.

- What you driving at, Spud?

- Well, I don't know whether it'll work or not

but if it doesn't, you won't have to worry long.

I tie your hands, sort of lose like

so you can slip 'em out when you're under the tree.

You see, I'm the leader.

- Hey, you're smarter than I thought you were.

Spud, they'll all be armed.

- So will you.

There's two guns under the saddle flaps

and don't forget, they got hair triggers.

Whoa, Rocky.

Boys, everything is just about ready.

- We've been waiting for you, where've you been?

- I've been out stirring up some of the people.

- Yeah then what are you doing over at the jail?

- The jail?

- Yes, the jail!

- Why, I, ur--

- That's just what I thought.

Now I'll stick right here

so the Sheriff won't know I had anything to do with it.

- You're right, Mr. Flemming.

- I want you and Hank to start the works.

Make a big show of it.

And when you see the Sheriff

coming down the street, duck.

- I'll say we will.

- And I want some men in back of the jail,

ready to start as soon as the Sheriff come this way.

- Right.

- Now remember, if Bob Wilson ls allve tomorrow,

you'll tell the Sheriff the name

of every man in this mob.

Now get going

- Right. - Come on, fellas,

we'll take him out and string him up.

- Hey, Spud?

You're not going.

- What do you mean I'm not going.

I'm the leader and I started this.

- And I'm finishing it.

Sit down.

- No, I wanna go on-- - Sit down.

- I guess it's about time.

- I guess so.

(guns booming)

(chair scraping)

- Hey, they're shooting up the whole west end of town.

.Wh°?

- I don't know.

There must be a dozen of 'em.

- Sounds like an army.

Come on.

- Oh, I ain't no officer.

- Like fun, you ain't.

I deputize you.

- Oh, not me, oh no.

- Well, maybe you'd rather go to jail

for resisting an officer?

- Well, all right I'll go.

(gun booming)

- I'm about out of ammunition.

- Yeah, me too.

We'd better get moving before the Sheriff turns up.

(men quietly chattering)

- Looks all right, let's go.

- Two different calibers.

Being fired in the last few minutes too.

Don't look like they done any damage though.

- Nah.

- Let's go in the Saloon and see what we can find out.

- Suits me.

- Let's get him outta here.

Let's get it over with.

(anxious music)

This is it, boys.

- [Buck] All right, Hank.

- Bring the horse over here.

Got anything to say for yourself, Wilson?

- Why, yes, a few words.

- Let's have 'em.

- Well, ur, I don't especially like

to have this happen to me.

I reckon you fellas wouldn't either.

- Come on, quite stalling.

Let's get it over with. - Yeah.

- Well, what I wanna say was that

as long as I have to go I wanna tell ya the names

of a few other mixed up in that rustling deal with me.

As a matter of fact, I saw a couple of 'em,

right here in this crowd.

- Show us who he is.

- Yeah, we'll fix him.

- Well, there's one of them right over.

With that black hat on.

Get over there.

I'll keep my boy

(gun booming)

Sorry I had to do that, Red.

Don't anybody move.

(Bob whistling)

- You'll never get away with this, Wilson.

- Oh, we'll see about that.

(dramatic music)

(guns booming)

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- Say, I still can't figure

why you wouldn't let me go along with 'em.

- Well, knowing that you were former pal of Wilson's,

I just figured it wouldn't be good for you

to witness a thing like that.

- But you don't know how I feel about it.

. How?

. How?

Well how about my reputation,

hear folks with a rustler like that

might practically ruin me.

- I heard about your talk.

Go on, get outta here.

- Thanks!

(door thudding)

(hooves thumping)

- I can't figure out how Wilson slipped.

- Well, it's impossible to follow a trail.

- You know I've really being anxious to sell all along.

If it hadn't been for my foreman being so insistent.

- Hard to stop you.

If he had any personal designs on you

or your ranch, I doubt if you'll have a chance

to do anything about it after tonight.

- You mean he's being tried tonight?

- No, but rumors around Selena of a lynching plate.

- Oh, they couldn't do a thing like that.

Why, I-- - I wouldn't worry.

A half a dozen men in town with nerve enough

to do that sort of thing.

Now if you would just sign your name on this line.

Well, here you are, Mary.

- And here's your deed, Mr. Flemming.

- Thank you.

- Oh, I know you'd do that, Mary.

Steady, Flemming.

- How did you get outta jail?

- Oh I wanted to thank you for that.

Without your help, I never could've made it.

Better take his gun, Spud, before he hurts somebody.

While I talk business to this brainy young lady.

- I think you've interfered enough in my plans.

- Well, it strikes me I didn't interfere enough.

- [Mary] You leave here at once.

- I'm not leaving this house.

- Yeah and he wants to do the talkin'.

- Wilson, I own the Cross Bar X now

and aim to shoot the first rustler

to set foot on my property.

- You won't own it till that deeds being recorded, Flemming.

- Mary, you can cash this check

the first thing in the morning.

Good luck to you.

- Thank you.

- And unless you want the next necktie party

to be thorough you better leave this county pretty quick.

- Thanks.

(door slamming)

Sit down.

- I won't.

- I said sit down!

I don't know why I should be concerned.

Trying to protect the interest of a girl

who hasn't enough good sense to listen.

- I did listen.

All the time you were acting as my foreman

and rustling my cattle.

- I'll let that remark pass because you're a girl.

When do you give him possession?

- Not that it's any of your business, Mr. Wilson

but I'm leaving for the east tomorrow.

- Too bad there's a law against kidnapping.

- But there is a law.

Just as there's a law against stealing cattle.

- I just want you to understand one thing, Mary,

I'm gonna find out what's on this ranch

that Flemming wants.

And when I do find out I'm gonna

see if there isn't some law

that protects mental incompetence.

- If you're through talking, Mr. Wilson,

I'll ask you to excuse me.

- She oughta be spanked.

- Yeah, maybe you think I wouldn't enjoy doing just that.

- Unless I miss my guess, Flemming will ride all night

over to the county safe to get that deed recorded.

- Yeah, I guess so.

(Spud laughing)

Well what are you laughing at?

- I'd give that horse of mine if I could see Flemming

when he walks into the recorders office

and discovers he hasn't even got the deed

to the Cross Bar X.

- Well, what do you mean?

You saw him put it in his pocket.

- The hand is quicker than the eye, my friend.

- When did you get that?

- Well, I had little trouble getting the gun

out of me shoulder holster.

- Spud, I don't know what I'd do without ya.

- Well it won't do us any good,

she'll just give him another deed if he asked her for it.

- Oh no she won't.

Don't forget, she's leaving for the east

the first thing tomorrow morning.

(upbeat music)

(stagecoach rattling)

(telephone rattling) - Hello?

Hello? (telephone rattling)

(telephone ringing)

- Hello.

Yeah, you're talking to the Sheriff.

Talk a little slower, maybe I can understand you better.

- I bought the Cross Bar X Ranch last night

and gave a check on the Salinas Bank to Mary Scott.

- Well, there ain't no law again' that.

Checks any good.

You'll have to say the first part of that over.

These barbed-wire telephone fence lines

ain't so good for hearing.

- I said don't let that Scott girl get out of town

with my money till she gives me a new deed.

- You say, stop her?

(laughs) She's doubled-shoveled ya.

Well, if she did beat Mark Flemming out of adobe dollar,

she's the first person in Salinas what ever did.

- I want her taken off, right now.

- No, sir, I ain't gonna have that girl taken off

of that stagecoach.

Unless you swear out a warrant.

What's that?

Well, if you do, I'll have to.

(upbeat music)

- Hello, Bill. - Hi.

- Throw 'em down.

- Hello, Bill. - Howdy, Sheriff.

- Morning, miss.

- Good morning.

- Might your name be Mary Scott?

- Yes, it is.

- I sure hate to arrest a pretty girl like you.

- Arrest me?

Are you joking?

- I wouldn't joke with a lady, madam.

There's a fella named Flemming down at Salinas

that claims you skipped out with some money

that belongs to him.

- But I sold him my ranch.

He gave me a check and I cashed it.

Anything wrong about that?

- No, but he claims you swiped the deed back off of him.

I'm sorry, miss, but you'll have to come back

to Selena and explain it.

- This is ridiculous.

I'm not going back to Selena,

not for you or anybody else.

This is an outrage.

I won't stand for it.

You know very well at knowingly,

I never broke a law in my whole life.

- I believe you, Miss. Mary but--

- Well then why am I arrested?

What are you holding me for?

- I told Flemming I wouldn't put you under arrest

without a warrant he went the officers and collect 'em.

They were the ones that had you taken off

of the stagecoach and brang you back here.

- Well, if Flemming lost it,

you see, that's not my fault.

If he'd been a gentleman and let me know about it,

I'd have send him a new one.

- Sure.

Now all you have to do is make a new deed,

then you can go.

- I won't do it!

He can have his money back and I'll keep my ranch.

- Now, Mary. - I have just enough

of Bill Scott's blood in me

to show Flemming where to get off

and you too, Mr. Judson.

- You sure have, ma'am.

I wouldn't want you for a prisoner.

- Oh, you wouldn't?

Well you can lock me up and throw the key away.

Here, go ahead, lock me up.

See if it does you any good.

- Maybe I won't have to put you in a cell.

You can sit here in my office and be comfortable

till Flemming gets back to town.

(door banging)

- Find anything, Spud?

- No, not a thing.

- Neither did I.

There's not a sign of oil or gold on this ranch

unless the gold's in somebody's back teeth.

- Well, that's funny colored sand, isn't it?

- Yeah.

Say, I wonder if we could sleep up

at the ranch house tonight?

- Not unless you wanna get murdered

by some of Flemming's outfit.

- Hey, don't talk like that, man.

It's bad enough gettin' murdered

without being told about it.

- We might be able to stop at the line cabin though.

There's plenty of grub over there

and it isn't far from here.

Riders!

- Where?

- Just went through that draw.

It's like we might have company at the line cabin.

- Yeah that means we're gonna have

to sleep out and open again.

- Just means we're gonna find out who they are.

- I'm happy to say we've had a very successful day.

- I'll say.

- There's no doubt that the Cross Bar X is very valuable.

The stuff runs pretty rich

and there's a big market for it.

- That's just what Flemming figured.

I wonder what's the landing?

He said he'd meet us here before sundown.

- You don't think he could've run into Wilson?

- Oh, no.

I'll bet my bottom dollar Wilson's across

the border into Mexico by now.

- Yeah.

(men laughing)

Hey.

- Somebody's peeking on that window.

- Maybe it was Mr. Flemming?

- Shut up and be quiet.

Now you stay here.

We'll go out the back door

and come around both sides of the cabin.

Come on, Hank.

- They went out the back door.

We'll go in the front and pumped that stranger.

(door thudding)

(door clicking)

- What can I do for you?

- Now look here, stranger.

We only got a minute.

We wanna know what the stuff is on the Cross Bar X

that you and Flemming are dealing on.

- Are you friends of Flemming?

- Friends?

Say if it wasn't for us...

- Well, you see it's this way.

What he means to say is we wanna know what you're buying

and we wanna know pronto.

- Well now, the exact chemical formula is this.

Hydrocyanic sub celphite pinitol benzol

mixed with sulphuric pretacarbon phenol.

- You see, what did I tell ya.

But what is that in plain United States?

My friend here, don't savvy French lingo.

- Oh, yes I do.

- You mean to say you got all of that?

- Yeah.

- That's stuffs just so many words.

Now you're smart all right but that's not gonna...

(door clicking)

Don't move, either of ya.

Now drop those guns.

(guns thudding)

(exciting music)

(fist thumpi_ng) (man groaning)

(Spud groaning)

(man groaning)

(gun booming)

Hold it, hold it!

Get over there.

Go on.

Spud, get that gun and go ahead and keep your eye on 'em.

(gun thudding)

- Get back there, all of ya.

Especially you.

- Now listen, you.

You can make things a lot easier on yourself

if you'll come clean and tell me

what you're trying to buy from Flemming.

- Well, I'll tell ya.

You see it happen this way.

- Oh, quit stalling.

I know you're not interested in horses or cattle

and you're not interested in sheep.

Now I've searched over practically every foot

of this property and I know there's no gold

or anything like that.

Now suppose you tell me the truth

because if you don't...

- Hold it, Wilson.

All right, boys, pick up your guns.

Fielding, come over here.

Get on your horses.

Now get me Wilson's gun.

Go on!

Get it!

Now this property belongs to Mr. Flemming.

And as long as I'm his foreman,

you your half-wit friend here'll keep off of it.

If I ever cgtch either one _of you on this property agam,

you'll wind up so full of lead,

you won't be able to leave it.

(door banging)

- I'm sorry I let him do this to us, Bob.

But you're such a good talker when you started it on

that city man I plum forgot my business.

- Well, that's all right, Spud.

It just means we got to get the information some other way.

I got an idea.

- What is it?

- Here's your dinner, Mary.

- I'm not hungry.

- It's good.

- I've heard about the kind of food they serve in jail.

- Why, this ain't jail food.

My wife cooked this especially for you.

Beef stew.

Kidney pie.

Nice fresh apple jelly.

She opened that for ya too.

- No thanks.

- Nice hot coffee?

- I'm won't eat a bite as long as I'm in this cell.

- But I didn't put you in this cell,

you came in here yourself.

- It doesn't make any difference.

I'm under arrest am I not?

- Well, technically yes.

I'd say you were just sort of half arrested.

Here taste this.

- Mr. Judson, I said I wasn't hungry.

- I could eat this food three times a day.

Kidney pie.

(door banging)

- Oh Sheriff?

Sheriff?

- Why that's Flemming now.

(plates clattering)

- Oh, I'm terribly sorry.

Well, Mr. Flemming, what's the meaning of all this?

- Oh, Mary.

Something happened to the deed you gave me last night.

I just wanted to make sure you'd sign a new one.

- So you had me taken off the stage

and brought back here to jail just like the lowest criminal?

- [Mr. Flemming] Now, Miss. Scott.

- I don't know what happened to that deed

after I gave it to you.

And what's more, I don't care.

- Now, I wouldn't feel that way, Miss. Scott.

I just thought it would save both of us a lot of time

if we straighten the matter out before you left.

Now if you'll just sign a new deed to the Cross Bar X.

- I'm not going to do it.

I'm keeping the ranch.

- You can't do that.

I bought the place and the sale is a sale.

Just because the Sheriff bungled up matters,

you don't have to blame me.

- I won't do it.

Not for you or anybody else.

- Very well, Miss. Scott.

I have a warrant in my pocket charging you with swindling.

And, Sheriff, that means she stays here

until she changes her mind.

- I just wish it was you I had in jail instead of Mary.

- You heard what I said.

- You can keep me in jail from now

till doomsday for all I care.

(door thudding)

(anxious music)

(picture rattling)

- I can't find anything.

- There oughta be something in this house

that'll give us a lead as to why Flemming

is so anxious to buy Mary's ranch.

Whatever it is, he doesn't seem

to have gotten letters about it.

I'm going in to have a talk with Flemming.

Maybe I can bluff him out.

Now listen, you sneak outside and stand watch.

Let me know if any of Flemming's men show up.

(anxious music)

(door clicking)

Never mind reaching for that gun Flemming.

This is just a friendly visit.

Sit down.

Keep your hands on the table.

- Coming into our man's house this way is housebreaking.

- (chuckles) I'm already wanted for jail breaking

this won't make much difference.

Maybe a smoke could make you feel more sociable.

(match flickering)

Now I'll take that gun.

Oh, I'll get it.

Whoa, a nice new one!

(barrel clicking)

Fire feels good.

Kind of nippy out.

- Now what's on your mind, Wilson?

- Well I have something you want

and you know something I'm trying to find out.

- I'm not at all interested in anything you have.

- There's something valuable on the Cross Bar X.

- Not at all.

I just took a fancy to the place so I bought it.

- Bought it?

But you haven't got a deed.

- But I do have Mary Scott in jail.

And that's where she'll stay until she gives me another one.

' Ill jail?

- [Mr. Flemming] Yes.

(Bob laughing)

- Well, it's evident that you don't know Mary

like I know her.

- What are you talking about?

- Why, if you've got Mary Scott in jail,

she'll never give you another deed.

And since I had the one she gave you the other night,

well it looks like you're just out of luck.

- So you're a thief too?

- Oh (chuckles), that's what you called me

when you had me arrested for cattle stealing.

Now look here, Flemming, lets you and I get together.

Let me in on this secret?

- You mean that?

- Sure.

- And you won't double-cross me?

All right, let me have the deed.

- Oh, no.

Not till we have an understanding.

(door clicking)

(dramatic music) (table thudding)

(fist thumping)

(chair clattering)

(chair thudding)

(picture rattling)

- What's the trouble, Bob?

- This is my argument, Spud.

Get a rope, let's tie him up.

Come on, get up there.

We'll tie him up and search the place.

- Yeah, we'd better gag him too.

- [Hank] Maybe the wrong fella's getting tied up.

- All right, Mr. Wilson.

Now get over there.

- [Hank] Well, what do you wanna do with 'em, Flemming?

- Here, tie his hands behind him.

- Get over there.

- And see if he has that deed.

Slim, search him too.

- He ain't got it.

- Ah, he hasn't got it.

- Now tell me, where did you hide it?

- I'll give you three guesses

and they'll all be wrong.

- There are other ways of making a man talk.

Throw a log on that fire.

Slim, you go outside and stand watch.

- I kinda hate to miss the fun.

- Get over there and sit down.

- I made you an offer, Flemming.

I thought you'd talk.

Well, I guess I might as well talk,

we haven't got any chance of getting away.

- Now that's what I call using good sense.

- That deed is hidden where no one but I can find it.

- You just tell us where it is.

Buck will locate it.

- Yeah, but even if I tell you where it is,

what assurance have I that you'll turn us loose?

- You have my word.

- (chuckles) No.

You have to offer something better than that, Flemming.

- One of you can go with Buck,

The other stays here till he gets back.

- Well, I don't know about that.

What do you say, Spud?

' [$Pud] I'll stay.

- Well, I guess I'd better stay.

I might bump into that Sheriff.

- Well, you could bring him out here, couldn't ya?

- Not while I'm wanted for rustling.

- [Mr. Flemming] Well, make up your minds.

(bullets booming)

(anxious music)

- Look out, that fire's full of gun shells.

- Get out!

(bullet booming)

(bullet booming)

- What we gonna do now?

- Get out the way, Spud, there's another one in there.

(bullet booming)

(anxious music)

- Say, the place is on fire.

(feet stomping)

- Say, them blazes look like footprints.

- Yeah, I see.

- First time I've ever seen 'em blown out of fireplaces.

It must be Santa Claus.

- Whatever that is burning, track in here on our boots.

- Ow, I'm on fire here.

(Bob laughing)

- Hey, by the color of that blaze

that's high-grade potash.

- Don't hand me that.

The shadish is a dance.

- I didn't say shadish, I said potash.

That's something worth a lot of money.

You forever think from fertilizer

to making high-grade explosive.

But we've been walking through that stuff

on the Cross Bar X all time and didn't realize it.

- What do you mean, that dirty looking stuff?

(muffled footsteps)

They're coming back.

They'll break down the door.

- There's a knife on that table.

(anxious music)

Come here, quick, Spud.

Turn around there, I'll cut ya.

(door rattling)

Let's get those guns.

- Stand back, I'll shoot it off.

(gun booming)

(door thumping)

- [Bob] Drop your guns.

Come on.

(guns thudding)

Now get over there.

All right, you fellas, not a move.

- So you think you're pretty tough, huh?

Well not now, boy.

- Where did Flemming go?

I said where's Flemming?

Well maybe I can find a way to make you talk.

I found out why Flemming's after the Cross Bar X.

There's an unlimited supply of potash on it,

it can be taken out with a steam shovel.

That however is a matter to be taken up with Flemming.

Right now, there are other things that concern you three.

Now besides you fellas being in on Flemming's scheme

to swindle Miss. Scott, all all three of ya face charges

of jail delivery for taking me out.

Then there are charges of attempted murder

for trying to lynch me.

Charges for citing a riot, disorderly conduct,

conspiracy to commit a felony

and a half a dozen other things of less importance.

- Now let's get it over with, Wilson.

What's on your mind?

- Well you can get a lighter sentence

if you use good judgment.

I'm interested in finding out just how I can prove

that Flemming framed me on that cattle rustling charge.

Now, we might be able to forget a few things

if you just put those detail down in black and white

over your signatures.

- You mean, you'll forget all about our part in it?

- Shut up!

(muffled footsteps)

- That's Flemming.

Now not a move out of you fellas.

- The front door was open so I walked right in.

Gentlemen, I've been in touch with my firm.

They want the ranch but the matter

of rightful ownership must be cleared up

before I can close a deal.

I'm ready to sign the contract tonight if Flemming can prove

that the land is his and not Miss. Scott's.

Gentlemen, have you lost your speech

or is this some quaint joke?

- Well, if it is a joke, it's on them and Flemming.

Mary Scott still owns this ranch

and if you want to buy that potash you'll have

to talk business to me.

I represent her.

- She has the deed?

- I have, but it's recorded in her name.

- Then I can only transact business with her.

- How about it now?

- It's the same as it was.

Till Flemming says otherwise.

- If you know where Flemming is,

I can get this thing straightened up right away.

- I don't know where he is now

but I advise you to get this straightened out

by tomorrow morning.

- You can depend on me, stranger.

Spud, pick up those guns.

We better take them along, Spud, just in case.

- But, Bob, you can't go to jail.

- No, but you can.

- Who me?

- Sure.

- And so I came by to let you know I've seen the Sheriff

and have withdrawn my complaint.

- What makes you so big-hearted

all of a sudden, Mr. Flemming?

- It's not a case of being big-hearted, Mary.

I made a mistake.

And I'm merely interested in having it straightened out.

- You certainly did make a mistake

and a bad one.

- Yes.

But I finally realized that I don't want your ranch.

- You don't want the ranch?

- No.

And I'm sorry I caused you so much trouble over the deed.

I had a new deed drawn up for you to sign,

you might as well take it.

It's no good to me now.

- Well, why don't you want the ranch?

What's the matter with it?

- Oh, nothing.

Only I have a right to change my mind, haven't I?

- Well, that's no way to do business.

First you want the place and then you don't want it.

- I'm sorry to disappoint you, Mary.

But that's the way I feel about it.

- Well, one worth thing to hear you talk

that the ranch wasn't worth having.

- Well, is it?

- Yes.

- Well, if it's such a desirable ranch

why don't you hold onto it?

- You know I wanna go east and follow my career

and how can I with a ranch on my hands?

Now you've bought the property.

I'd have done this in the first place

if you hadn't been so unreasonable and so ungentlemanly.

(upbeat music)

- Go in and see how Mary is.

But mind ya, Spud, don't let her know I sent ya.

(door banging)

- Sheriff Judson?

- No, it's me, Mary.

- Oh, hello, Spud.

You just did catch me in time.

I'm leaving as soon as the Sheriff arrives.

- Oh, that's fine but how come?

- Mr. Flemming arranged it.

- Flemming?

Say, did he make you sign another deed?

- No, he didn't make me sign it.

Nobody makes me do anything.

I signed it myself.

- Well I don't blame Bob for wanting to spank you.

- What?

- I mean, ur, no, if you'll excuse me, Mary.

(door banging)

- So he wanted to spank me?

(upbeat saloon music)

- Now, Wilson's on his way over here now.

The sooner I get to the county seat

and record this deed, the better.

- Now, Buck, I want you to take good care of him.

- A pleasure.

Too bad, we'll watch him.

- Where's Flemming?

- Where you going, pal?

(dramatic music)