All language subtitles for Cheyenne Takes Over (1947) colorized

Well here we are, Fuzz
Five mile out of Rock Creek

This is were we are supposed to look at our orders

What is the matter, scared ?

See this usely means it is a heavy assigment,

We probably have to stand up to 50 of 60 bloodthirsty men.

It always makes the job more interesting.

I'm ordered to take a vacation at their Lobos Ranch,

four miles this side of Rock Creek.

Very funny.

Come across with the real orders, Fuzzy.

You got the real orders.

Marshall Conway knew you'd take up a ruckus, so he...

So he tricked me, and you went on it.

Is that right?

Oh, look, Shai, you haven't had a rest in three years.

You're not gonna be any good at all if you keep it up.

I'll turn into a raving lunatic if I had to set around the Lobos Ranch.

Oh, it's a nice, friendly place.

Besides, the owner's an old buddy of mine,

and don't you worry about being bored.

Let's go.

There's no use stalling, Shai.

Hop off your horse.

We're going in.

Stay right where you are, both of you.

Well, we were going...

We've got plenty of help.

There's no jobs open.

That's too bad.

Come on, Fuzzy.

Now, wait a minute.

We want to see Steve Lobos.

Steve Lobos is dead.

Now, get going.

Ol' Steve, uh, he's dead.

I'm sorry about your friend, Fuzzy, but there's no point in our stayin' now.

Come on.

Well, if Lopez is gone,

I'm goin' in there and see whoever's runnin' this place now.

Yeah.

Brace that, Fuzzy.

It wasn't your fault things didn't work out.

We'll head back to Bolton City and I'll explain everything to the Marshal.

Ah, no you don't.

You ain't gonna sneak out of it this easy.

I got more orders,

and we're going back to Rock Creek and find another place to stay.

Listen, Fuzzy,

why don't we give up and head back to Boulton City where we came from?

Because you're under orders.

You take a vacation at the Lobos Ranch.

You're a reasonable acrid, uh, fact -similarly, or something like that.

But you don't know any other place to stay.

Well,

that's why I'm going in the saloon here and ask this Wilkins fella if he knows

where we can put up.

I'll wait here.

And as soon as I get in the trays, the door, you run out on me?

Well, you don't.

Undo yourself in that saddle and come on in with me.

Hey, what's your hurry, baby?

Oh, no, don't be that way.

Sit down.

That you and me have a little talk, huh?

I'll have to ask you to leave again, Mr.

Bailey.

Oh, now, look, I'm a good customer here.

I buy all my drinks here and I pay hard cash.

I think that entitles me to some consideration.

It entitles you to what you pay for, not my company.

Now, please get out.

Come here.

You heard what the lady said.

I heard what she said, all right.

My ears ain't bent over.

Though yours are gonna be, if you don't mind your own business.

Oh, oh, oh.

Boo!

Boo!

I'm afraid he's had a nasty impact on you.

Throw some cold water on him.

He'll be all right.

Look out!

Hello, Sheriff.

Working hard?

I never do.

You last longer that way.

You should last to be about 120.

You know anything about what goes on around Rock Creek?

I know about everything that goes on around Rock Creek.

What do you know about the Lobos Ranch?

I know it's a big place, making money hand over fist.

It was built up by Steve Lobos,

who kicked the bucket and willed it to a nephew from Chicago.

A fellow by the name of Wayne Dawson.

Any other information you want?

Yeah.

How come he's so opposed to strangers around the place?

It's his property.

I mean, do you think he might be up to something illegal?

I don't know.

I'm never asking.

Maybe somebody should.

Well, thanks for the information, Sheriff.

Take it easy now.

I always do, son.

I always do.

Thank you.

Shai, you were right.

We should've stayed in Bolton City.

Gone out to whip Wildcats.

Anything with this.

Let's go home.

Aren't you staying in Rock Creek, Mr?

Davis, Shai M.

Davis.

Well, I don't know about staying.

My partner can't seem to make up his mind.

Oh, my mind's made up like a dance hall gal's face.

We're going home.

After what happened here and not the ranch?

I've had enough.

He means about the place we were supposed to put up at, the Alobos Ranch.

Do you know something about the place, miss?

No.

No, not a thing.

Well, thanks for taking care of Fuzzy.

It's nice to have met you.

Thank you.

Sure glad you made up your mind to leave.

Who said anything about leaving?

I was just thinking maybe a little stay around Rock Creek might do me some

good.

Oh, so that's it, the gal, huh?

Well, we're heading back to Bolton City just like you wanted to.

When Marshal Conroy gives me an order, I carry it out.

We're going to the Lobos Ranch.

She said you didn't want a vacation.

It won't be a vacation.

We're going to get jobs.

Jobs?

We go out there, we get shot.

If they use us for targets, I'll insist on getting paid extra.

We won't do you any good if you're a bullseye.

Mr. Dawson

That's right.

We're looking for work.

Could you use a couple of good cow hands?

Well, he'll have to see my foreman.

He does all the hiring around here.

And I might say he's quite particular to whom he hires.

Yes, we found that out.

Oh, you already talked to him, huh?

Well, yes, he asked us a lot of questions and said we were all right,

but to check with you first.

Well, if you're all right with him, you're all right with me.

Take your horses around and put them in the bag, and then report to McCord.

McCord?

Is he the foreman here?

That's right.

McCord.

Oh, give me strength.

Sure, Fuzzy, we made it.

Hey, we've been at this four hours.

How about a rest?

You want it to work.

Now work.

I'll teach you fellows going over my head to the boss.

And don't let me catch either one of you over that main house again.

It's all right if I haven't talked with Dawson after hours, isn't it?

You are hired to dig, not talk.

Come on, get that dick working.

Put some life behind it.

You too.

Well, Fuzzy, how do you like the Lobos Ranch?

Crazy about it.

A little fire and brimstone, too.

But I'm going to hit the sack,

and it's going to take soldiers with cannon to wake me up.

Then I won't have to be quiet when I come in.

What do you mean?

Where you going?

Over to the saloon for a while.

Oh, so that's it.

Couldn't be that pretty little gal, could it?

It is.

She knows something about this place that gives her the shivers every time she

thinks of it.

What I know about it gives me the shivers, too.

But I'm going to bet and let myself unwind.

Okay, Paz, if you don't want to go, I'll see you in the morning.

All right.

Hey, shut!

Wait for me!

Well, that's funny.

I never saw a saloon closed at this hour.

There's a light on.

Maybe we can find out where the girl is.

Sorry.

We're closed.

It's Cheyenne Davis and Fuzzy.

Can we come in?

Didn't expect to find you here after hours.

Yeah, how come this saloon closes so early?

Was Wilkins probably sick or something?

I'm Wilkins.

They Wilkins.

You own this place?

Yes.

When my father died, this was the first time I saw him.

was all he left me I have to keep the place running until I can find a buyer

what was it you wanted to see me about we wanted to talk to you about the Lobos

Ranch I know there's something about the price that bothers you it bothers us

too maybe you can help us I don't know anything about it it's only a fair

exchange of information we want maybe we can help you too please don't ask me I

can't tell you I don't mean to be forceful miss but it's against the law to

conceal evidence but Wayne Dawson will kill me I know he will we'll see that no

harm comes to you all right sit down I'll happen about Six months ago,

I'd just put away the cash in the office safe.

It was late.

The place had been full of customers all evening.

I was terribly tired.

Just as I started to leave.

Who runs this place?

I do, but we're closed for the night.

We've had a long hard trip and we want some drinks.

I'm sorry, you'll have to come back tomorrow.

No, we want them now.

We'll have to hurry, I've got to lock up.

You lock up when I tell you to.

Now get over there in your office.

My friend and I have some important business we want to talk over.

I'm afraid you'll have to do your talking elsewhere.

I said get back into your office.

The sheriff will take care of you.

You do just as I say.

I'm afraid you'll have to do your talking.

I'm afraid you'll have to do your talking.

I'm afraid you'll have to do your talking.

I'm afraid you'll have to do your talking.

I'm afraid you'll have to do your talking.

I'm afraid you'll have to do your talking.

I'm afraid you'll have to do your talking.

I'm afraid you'll have to do your talking.

I'm afraid you'll have to do your talking.

I'm afraid you'll have to do your talking.

I'm afraid you'll have to do your talking.

MUSIC You killed him.

You didn't see anything.

I did.

I saw you kill him.

It wasn't self -defense.

I said it wasn't self -defense.

I'm Wayne Dawson.

I came out here from Chicago to take over some property that my uncle Stephen

Lobos had left me in his will.

That man was my attorney.

I never knew until tonight why he insisted upon following me out here,

but he wanted that ranch.

He was going to kill me to get it.

Why, he didn't try to kill you?

Yeah, but you're not telling anybody.

You're keeping your mouth shut.

If I see even the slightest indications that you said anything or that you're

about to say something, I'll kill you.

You hear me?

You're hurting my arm, please.

You talk.

And from that minute on, you'll never know when or where it'll happen.

Some dark night on your way home, or maybe in your sleep.

Let go of me, please.

I won't say anything.

I promise I won't say anything.

Since then, I've been afraid to keep this place open after dark.

Tell me, are you sure the man was dead?

Yes, I'm positive.

And you have no idea who he was?

No.

Or where Dawson hid the body.

No.

Now, don't you worry, Miss Wilkins.

We'll do everything we can to see that Dawson pays up, and that you're safe.

Now, don't you think you ought to see the little lady home?

I'm afraid that wouldn't be much of a trip.

You see, I live right here.

I fixed up the office.

That's a good idea.

You'd better stay close to home.

I'm sorry.

If I was a little upset, I'd feel much better now.

Please let me know what happens.

You're the star witness.

I'll have to keep in touch with you.

Good night.

Listen, you ought to be easier than I thought.

We get a good night's sleep.

And the first thing in the morning, we arrest Wayne Dawson for murder.

Our star witness will tell the judge and the jury what she saw, and...

Mr.

Wayne Dawson is no longer an active member of the human race.

Sounds fine to hear you tell it, Fuzzy.

But the law says that in order to convict a man for murder,

you've got to prove he killed someone.

Well, didn't Miss Fay Wilkins see him kill someone?

Yes, but Wayne Dawson could say that the man was only wounded.

That after banishing the wound,

his little friend got up and walked away whistling Dixie.

We've actually proved he did the killing then.

We've got to find a buddy.

That's right.

Cinch.

All we have to do is dig up every square foot of dirt in Arizona territory.

That's what we're up against, Fuzzy.

I'm going to start looking for some fast leaves.

Oh, let's talk about it in the morning.

I'm going to sleep on my feet.

The place to start is the Lobos Ranch.

Tonight.

You think you could stay awake for a little bit, very fuzzy?

Fuzzy?

Wake up.

You know what I think, Guy?

I think, uh...

But what are we breaking into Wayne Dawson's house for?

Try and find a copy of Steve Lobos' will before Dawson and McCord find out we

lied to get on the ranch.

Something tells me I ought to be making out of Will.

What's the big idea?

That's a long chance, but we're short on clues.

Come on.

to the party of the second part,

the piece of the part of the other part is not the part I want.

I do by the party of the first part,

the piece of the part is not the part I want.

I do by the party of the first part,

the piece of the part is not the part I want.

I do by the party of the first part,

the piece of the part is not the part I want.

I guess not I got a good look at that.

Well, let's get out of here That might be dossy.

What will it do with this?

Hold him and keep him quiet You heard what the man said Howdy do you belong

here?

Oh, yes,

I work here a little warm in the bunkhouse thought I come out and get some air

Yeah, it is kind of warm.

I'm Jim Anderson post master up at Rock Creek glad to know you You can do me a

favor take this letter up to the ranch house special delivery for Wayne Dawson.

Sure right away.

Thanks I'll do you a favor sometime.

All right,

that's a deal My hands are slipping on the chin so I could tie him up.

He was getting too hard to handle Well, let's go someplace where we can talk.

Well, how about that letter?

You want to leave it at the house later,

maybe Oh All I could figure out in the well was that Wayne Dawson comes from

Chicago and his brother Matt lives in Denver He's brother Matt.

What's he doing in the well?

Well, when old Steve died,

he left the place to both of them And Matt Dawson more than likely is one of

them city fellers who wasn't keen on living at the range It's more likely Wayne

Dawson wasn't keen on sharing the ranch with his brother and shot him in the

saloon By Jasper, I believe you're right.

Let's not jump at conclusions Let's see what this says first It comes from the

lawyer's office in Denver where Matt lives Listen to this we regret to inform

you that your brother Matt died of heart trouble yesterday Since there are no

other surviving relatives of Steven Lee You are now full owner of the Lobos

property, yours truly.

Well, then it wasn't his brother that he killed.

Well, he didn't consider it a mess.

He kicked a bucket at a time like this.

Now, if we could have got him to the ranch,

maybe we could have straightened this whole thing out.

We are gonna get him to the ranch.

You mean the dead, mate?

Dost the fire, Fuzzy, and get some sleep fast.

We gotta get started early.

I thought I told you not to disturb me till noon.

Oh, it's about them two cow hands.

They tried to rob the house last night.

Oh, did you get them?

Not exactly.

They got away after stealing a special delivery letter that came for you from

Denver.

Oh, so you let them get away, huh?

Well, I couldn't help it.

They jumped me from behind and had me tied up all night.

Hmm.

Maybe Matt is coming here after all.

Well, if he is, we're through.

We've got to get that letter.

Now, what are you going to do?

Write an invitation to the deceased, inviting him to visit Rock Creek,

or write to Marshal Conroy stating, have me a wonderful time.

I wish you were here.

Well,

the postmaster promised to return a favor that I didn't do for him last night.

Meet me at the saloon, Buzzy.

It's a pleasure.

Now,

don't forget to give that special delivery letter to Wayne Dawson when he comes.

Sure thing, Cheyenne.

Thanks a lot for helping me out.

Forget it.

We're both working for the same boss, aren't we?

Yeah.

Looking for me?

Yes, I'm looking for you.

And I demand to know by what right you have to give my special delivery letter

to an unauthorized cowhand.

Oh, you mean Cheyenne Davis?

Well, he told me he was working for you.

He was fired.

Him and his goat -faced friend, they lied to get on the ranch.

They're crooks.

And I thought they looked like such respectable law abiding citizens,

at least the one I give the letter to.

Well, they aren't.

We want that letter.

Oh, you want the letter?

Well, why didn't you say so?

Mr.

Davis, drop it.

off here this morning.

Said he forgot to bring it up to your house.

It's working.

For the life of me,

I don't know why you let that Dawson get his hands on his letter.

Now, don't you worry, Fuzzy.

I'm sure Cheyenne knows what he's doing.

My dear brother, Wayne.

I have been feeling better, and on the advice of my doctor,

I am coming to live on my share of the Lobos Ranch.

This should be an especially joyous reunion.

Since we haven't seen each other, since we're kids.

See you before noon on the 15th.

Your loving brother, Matt.

Mmm.

15th's tomorrow morning.

By tomorrow afternoon, we're through.

Maybe and maybe not.

He could have an accident on the way.

Sure.

A nice, permanent accident.

Well, now, maybe you let us in on why you had the postman, Gilgwayne Dawson,

his letter.

It was his end book, with a letter in it that I wrote over in the post office.

And that's the real letter.

That's right.

Better let me take charge of that just in case.

You know, now I'm beginning to understand Cheyenne's theory.

The man I saw killed was the real Wayne Dawson.

And the killer is a crook.

He not only stole the ranch, but also the name of Wayne Dawson.

See, you give your time and pay his help,

and you figure everything out for yourself.

Oh, I got it all figured out.

How are you going to trap that phony Wayne Dawson?

By getting somebody to play the part of Matt Dawson.

Somebody this Wayne Dawson has never seen.

I know just the man.

He was a friend of my dad's.

His name is Del Haven.

He lives in Blairsville.

It might be dangerous.

Oh, I'm sure he wouldn't mind.

All right,

telegraph him to meet me at Boulder Knott's tomorrow morning at 11 for

instructions.

Come on, Fuzzy.

Where are we going?

To the Army Shop.

Here you are, handmade spacial.

Not another one like it in the country.

There's something extra for your trouble.

Now, don't forget what you're supposed to do tomorrow.

I'll handle the situation.

Just use plain Cheyenne.

Thanks again.

What's the idea of having me standing guard?

Are you robbing the place?

No, I was a legitimate customer, and I paid a lot more than this was worth.

Don't tell me it's a saddle for a midget.

No, it's a gift for our friend, Mr.

Del Haven.

Something for his stomach.

Something for his stomach.

He's got to come in over the pass, and we're getting a good early start.

So it looks like my brother will have his joys.

After all, I know a good place to ambush him near Boulder Notch.

I hope your friend will be at Boulder Notch.

I'm sure he will.

All right, Buzzy.

A good spot, McCord.

We can't miss him.

Looks like we're on time, Fuzz.

There's Boulder Notch.

Yeah.

I don't see any sign of Delhaven.

You'll be along.

Hi, there's a man in the Surrey.

It must be Matt Dawson.

What's going on?

Look, Fuzzy, somebody's after Delhaven.

Yeah, it looks like Dawson and McCord.

Hey, what are we waiting for?

Hey, come on!

Shh.

Put him down.

This isn't a hold -up.

You're to heaven, aren't you?

Well, yes.

You must be shy and fuzzy.

Well, yes.

You must be shy and fuzzy.

You must be shy and fuzzy.

That's right.

Well, I didn't expect a reception like this.

Neither did we.

That was Wayne Dawson and his foreman after you.

Yeah, we're sure glad you got through all right.

You know that Dawson fella's getting mighty desperate.

Are you sure you want to go through with this?

You don't think I'm gonna let those two scare me off, do you?

Well, now remember, you're the man from Denver.

Yes, I know.

Mr.

Dawson in the flesh.

That's right.

Take this belt and be sure to wear it at all times.

Well, that's a good one.

The initial M for Matt.

Now, when you get to the low bush ranch, here's what I want you to do.

Now, it's just our luck.

Those two cow hands had to be out on the pass.

I hope they didn't see us.

Stop worrying, Dawson.

They didn't see us, that I'm sure of.

Well, the only thing I'm sure of is that Matt Dawson will be here any minute.

Well, you can handle the situation.

Remember Matt's letter saying you haven't seen each other since you were kids?

Well, what does that mean?

It means he can't prove you're not Wayne Dawson any more than anybody else

around he can.

Yeah, but suppose he asked me something about the family.

If he asks you, it means he doesn't know either.

Give him any answer.

If he tells you something, agree with him.

Oh, sure.

And if I make any mistakes?

Well, it's been so long, I forgot.

That's right.

Wayne, well, well met.

You don't know how happy I am to see you.

Come on and make yourself comfortable and tell me all about your thread.

Well, yeah, that's it.

Most exciting.

You'll never believe this, but I was actually attacked by Indians.

I'm sure they were Indians.

Well, it takes more than a red skin to stop a dawson, ain't it?

Oh, I'm so glad you came through all right.

Take care of my brother's team and then bring his bags in, will you?

Oh, I forgot.

This is my, I mean, our foreman, Bart McCord.

I'm glad to know you, Mr.

McCord.

You must show me around the place sometime soon.

I will.

Oh, you have no idea how happy I was when I got your letter.

I mean, that good news about you being well enough to come out here and live.

A marvelous new doctor.

He told me that this outdoor life would keep me till I was 100.

Oh, most encouraging.

Nice place Uncle Steve left us here, Wayne.

We must be making lots of money.

Well, things aren't always what they seem, Matt.

The fact is, we're operating at a loss.

You know what the real thrill was in getting well enough to come here?

Not the money, the thought of seeing you again after all these years.

Yes, I know.

I understand.

It has been a long time, hasn't it?

Since you were 14 and I was eight.

Things didn't go so well for Dad and you had to go and live with Uncle Willis

in Chicago.

Yeah, I know, but, well, that's been so long ago that it's just a vague memory.

But, of course, you remember Dad giving up.

us a belt of peace with our initials on them oh yes sure I remember that and

making us promise we'd wear them so long as we lived yes of course I remember

well I've never been without my belt except for when it was being made larger

boy to tell you the truth neither of I fact is mine is in the honest makers

being made a little larger right now you know age adds a little here you know I

feel so undressed without it but when I'll have it back by tomorrow's sure do

you mind if I go to my room the trip was just a little tiring why of course not

Matt my dear boy your room was the second one down there to the left how'd you

make out saddle up the horses we're going to the harness makers if Wayne Dawson

it hurt mr.

Dalhaven in any way I wouldn't care I'd tell what I knew to everyone I don't

think you have to put yourself in danger.

Wayne Dawson will hang himself with that belt.

But suppose Mr.

Delhaven does expose Dawson as a fake.

What, we still have to find the body to convict him of the killing?

We won't have to find it.

Wayne Dawson will lead us right to it.

It's a simple job.

A letter double you carved out of silver.

Why, I'll draw it for you exactly.

I'm sorry, Mr.

Dawson, but I'm filled up with work.

I couldn't get to that for a couple of months.

Now, if you'll make that for me by tomorrow or anytime during the week,

I'll give you a hundred dollars extra.

Look, Mr.

Dawson, I couldn't do it for you at any price.

There's no silver.

Tried to get some myself.

Roped dealers all over the territory.

Something or other to do with the government.

Well, are you positive about that?

You wouldn't think I'd turn down a hundred dollars.

Nice work, Liam.

You really convinced him with that government unit.

That's fast thinking.

You gotta do some fast thinking when you're looking for a reason to turn down a

hundred dollars.

I hope to tell you.

Boswick's always been stubborn that way.

What he needs is a good beating.

I'll get him to make that belt for you.

Now, wait a minute.

I don't need Boswick.

I'll get that belt off of Wayne Dawson's body and it'll be the real thing.

I wouldn't be in too much of a hurry to go digging.

Let me work him over.

He'll come around.

It's worth a try if you think you can do it.

You go on back to the ranch.

Well, McCord, what are you doing around here?

Never mind about me.

What are you doing?

Oh, I have my harness fixed.

I don't see a horse around any place.

Oh, shucks, I can't forget he's around the back.

You're sneaking the towns at it.

I'm getting to the bottom of this.

Hey, you can't shut me around with you.

Hey, you can't shut me around.

Hey, has anybody been in here since I left?

No.

What's the matter with you?

Oh, I can't.

I ain't getting nervous spells nowadays.

I think it's the heat.

You don't mind, do you?

You can bet I fixed that McCord fellow so he's probably still around.

Are you positive McCord didn't get to Boswick?

I'm counting on you.

Oh, cross my heart and hope to swallow a piss for it.

Buzzy, I'm leaving Faye in your care.

You stay here and protect her.

Oh, not shy.

You know how women and I get along.

Well, if you don't want to stay here and protect her,

you can come along with me.

Oh, it ain't that I don't want to protect a lady, but where you going?

Well if Dawson couldn't get the belt from Boswick,

he'll have to take it off the body.

And I mean to follow him out to where he buried it.

Hey, shot!

I never run out on you, but they hear she needs protection, and I, uh...

I thought you'd see it that way.

Where's that chump who calls himself Matt Dawson?

Three -shot looking over the property.

What do you mean, calls himself Matt Dawson?

Matt Dawson is dead.

If I ever get my head...

Now just a minute.

Is that what you found out from Boswick?

I didn't have to see Boswick.

I found this letter on one of those cowpokes.

That goat -faced one.

That goat -faced one?

The letter we got from the postmaster was a phony.

There's the real one.

Oh, so that's it, huh?

You keep a watch here.

I'll go look in his bag and see if he can find out who he really is.

Got them did the rights, found the telegram.

Mr.

Del Haven, need your help desperately.

Meet Marshal Cheyenne Davis and his pal Fuzzy at Boulder Notch tomorrow 11 a

.m.

He will explain everything.

Don't fail me, love.

Fay Wilkins.

Fay Wilkins.

So she told that Marshal, huh?

You take that girl out of the cabin.

I'll finish her and her Marshal friend off at the same time.

I'll pick some men then go after the girl.

Yeah, but you better use the back door.

Cheyenne's probably watching the house.

And when you go after the girl, use the back trail.

I'll be around here somewhere.

Fuzzy, what in the world are you looking for?

Oh, that letter.

That Dawson being dead.

I can't find it.

There isn't too much of a chance that Wayne Dawson found it, is there?

No, not Dawson, but it's Foreman McCord.

When we were wrestling over in front of Boswick's, I...

Hey, I gotta go see something.

This is for you, Miss Wilkins.

Just a minute.

Who gave you this?

I don't know who he was, miss.

He just gave it to me and said he was a messenger from Cheyenne or something or

nothing.

It was important.

Oh, thanks.

Thanks.

Where's Cheyenne?

What is this?

A trap.

And neatly sprung if I do say so myself.

Johnson, come here.

Where is Cheyenne?

He'll be here.

Just keep yourself calm.

You'll see him.

Place your man at the windows.

He'll make a nice reception committee for our nosy marshal.

And see that the lady is made comfortable till a friend shows up.

Where is Cheyenne?

Where is Cheyenne?

Where is Cheyenne?

Where is Cheyenne?

Where is Cheyenne?

I hold it now put your hands up Oh hello Cheyenne Come out to see where the

body was buried, huh?

I'm surprised it's you, Marshal, walking right into your own trap.

I haven't walked into it yet, Dawson, or whatever your name is.

Just keep on calling me Dawson, until my men in the cabin start to fire.

You don't think you'll get away with killing a United States Marshal, do you?

Oh, yes, I think I will.

If I can prove he's crooked, then I have the proof, you know.

Robbing the mail, using the mail as a fraud,

then sending an impostor out here to claim my property.

That won't be much proof from you.

You won't be able to contradict me.

You won't be there.

If you give your man a signal,

you'll be dead before a shot ever comes from that cabin.

Robbing.

Hey, Sheriff, sighs in trouble.

I'll be right back.

if if I'm trying to kiss you.

Get her open.

Let's tie him up.

You don't need to tie him up.

Nice place, this ranch.

Why don't you sell your business, Faye, and buy it?

Why do you think I've been looking at the place?

The next time you come to Rock Creek for a vacation,

the Lobos Ranch will be a real place to get a rest.

Yeah,

it'd be kind of nice to have Miss Wilkins waiting here for us instead of that

McCorg, fella.

Thank you very much for your hospitality, Faye.

Now we have to go back to...

and reports of Marshal Conroy.

Before you go, Cheyenne, I'd like to say one thing.

I'm getting kind of old and useless, I guess.

Why don't you stay here and take over the sheriff's job?

No, thanks.

Maybe Fuzzy would like the job.

No, sirree.

Why, the marshal's office couldn't get along without me.

I'm the toughest man they got working for me.

Besides, I'm the best rider they got.

Hey, who turned my horse around?