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A silver watch and five
dollars in coin of the realm...

for every southern settler
who will leave here...

for the rich and fertile
plains of Kansas.

The south needs your vote.

We want no five-dollar voters.
We want no silver-watch settlers.

We want to people Kansas with
good, hardworking, northern farmers.

There ya are, sir. As mean
a molar as ever I did see.

Give me two dollars and we
call it square. What do you say?

All right. Must've hit you pretty
hard to loosen up that tooth.

- What's the trouble?
- I said President Pierce was a polecat.

Which he is!
Then he popped me.

- Just wait till I get him in Kansas.
- Don't blame you in a bit.

- Are you a dentist?
- Am I a dentist?

My friend, you're looking directly at
the best dentist west of the Mississippi.

What seems to be your trouble?

Big fella back there
belted me on the mouth.

Right in the chair. Right
in there. Sit down there.

- Nothin' about Pierce, I hope.
- Why, yeah. Who told you?

Excuse me, partner.

I don't want no trouble with
you, mister. Just leave me be.

I'm mindin' my own business.
You mind yours.

Stranger, I ain't a-carin'
whose wagon you're fixin'.

Wasn't talkin' to you
in the first place.

But in the second place, I still think
we can do with a better President.

So what are you gonna do
about it?

Well, all right, mister.
You asked for it.

Right after the Mexican war,
my wife says to me, she says,

"Andrew, you know what
this country needs?"

I says, "no, what's it need? "
She says, "needs more dentists. "

Well, it did, so I become
a dentist. Say "ah".

- Ah!
- There we are.

Hey, we ain't doin' bad.
Made $34 last three days.

Well, I can't go around
popping people all my life.

And am I askin' ya to? Who
were ya when I met ya? Nobody.

Standing around in Texas. Wantin'
to travel and see the country.

Well, you're seein' it,
ain't ya?

Yeah, and I ain't likin' it. You
told me I'd see mountains and oceans.

This country ain't no different
than Texas. Ain't as good.

I know, but travel
costs money, son.

- You sayin' I ain't earnin' it?
- No, I'm not complainin'.

You knock 'em loose.
I pull 'em out.

Maybe, I'm just sayin'
maybe, you know,

if you was more promiscuous
with your punchin',

we might make
a little more money.

What you mean,
"promiscuous"?

Well, you got strange ideas
about justice.

Don't wanna hit nobody unless they
deserve it. Now that's all right.

But we're in business.
Business is different.

I don't know, doc.

You're gonna lose yourself a partner unless
we get out of this territory pretty quick.

'Cause I aim to see them
mountains you were talkin' about.

You got a memory like
an elephant. Giddyap.

- Bite of tater, doc?
- Can't. Break my plate. Giddyap.

Whoa! Where do I find
your camping grounds, mister?

- Edge of town, just past the schoolhouse.
- Much obliged.

Hyah!

Land where
my fathers died,

land of the pilgrims' pride

- Doc?
- Yeah?

- Hear that?
- Sure, pretty.

Gives me the goose pimples.

- Sick?
- No, just proud.

Hello. Would you mind moving?
I'd like to get through.

I said, would you mind moving?
I'd like to get through.

Oh, excuse me, ma'am, but I ain't had
a chance to hear such pretty singin'...

in a long time.

You wouldn't believe it, but music does
something to me. That kind of music.

- Why, I can remember...
- That's all very interesting,

but are you going to move this wagon,
or shall I have it moved for you?

You know, doc,

all them stories we've been hearing
about Kansas must be true.

Even the womenfolk think nothing of
threatening strangers in the open.

- Good morning, Miss McCloud.
- Good morning, Mr. Cantrell.

Would you be good enough to
ask him to get out of the way?

He's so enchanted with your
music class, he refuses to move.

Your interest is
very gratifying, sir.

First time our singing lessons
have ever held up traffic.

If you'd care to, we'd be
delighted to have you join us.

Thank you, mister. In that
case, I reckon we'll move on.

Giddy out of there.

Beautifully done,
Mr. Cantrell.

You certainly know how to say
the right thing at the right time.

Except where you're concerned.

Oh, well, you've held me
speechless with your eloquence.

That's just what
I'm complaining of.

I want to leave you with just
enough speech to say one word,

but you never do.

Maybe I should change
my tactics.

You think I'd say yes
at the point of a gun?

If I thought you would,
I'd be armed to the teeth.

Oh, then you'd scare me
to death.

I'm goin' into town
to rent an office.

Take about a month, the way I figure,
to fix all the teeth in this town.

Of course, that's not countin'
the ones you'll send in.

Then we're headin' west.
California and mountains.

No hurry, doc.
Take your time.

I wanna look this country
over good.

Well, if you ain't the
contrariest critter I've ever seen.

- Will you put that gun away?
- No, sir, I will not.

I won't warn you again. Now put that
gun away. Give me that gun, I say.

- No, sir, I'm over 21-
- Boys, boys, please.

Don't you raise your voice to me,
young Scallawag,

have you no respect for your father?

Now give me that gun.

Well, I'm gettin' tired
of being treated like a kid.

Mary!

- Ellie! Ellie!
- Do you know how much that cost?

Ellie, take up the carpets and let's
have plenty of sawdust on the floor.

And also several cuspidors.
Now let me see.

Oh, yes, we can put the beer barrels
over there and a bar where the piano is.

Oh, and there I want a large
picture of dancing nymphs.

But be sure and keep this space
clear for brawling purposes.

What are you raving about?

Both you and Fletch
act like you're in a saloon,

so I just thought I'd make you
feel at home, dad.

I'm sorry, dear.

Well, go on, apologize to your
sister for making a deplorable scene.

- I'm sorry, sis.
- All right, Ellie, you may go.

But don't forget the sawdust,
just in case.

Now what's all this yelling
about a gun, anyway?

The hot-tempered young fool
must carry a gun,

because the place swarms with yankees,

and he wants
to get into trouble.

Now listen, sis.
I'm old enough...

Stop yelling at me! A southerner
never raises his voice!

Never.

That's right, dear.
Follow your father's example.

He never forgets himself.

Well, I'm gonna tote a gun, and no
one's gonna take it and offend me.

Fletch McCloud, where in the worid
did you pick up such language?

"Tote", "offen. "
Give me that gun.

A cowboy came through town
one day, and he got big ideas.

He's been wanting to tote...
carry a gun ever since.

Fletch, I just saw
a ruffian with a gun.

He was no match for will Cantrell,
who merely used his brain.

- Yes, but...
- Oh, hush.

Now, not another
word out of you.

Go along.
Stop aggravating your father.

- Oh, dad, I wonder if you'd let me
- No!

You two, shame on you.

If I weren't around, you'd be
at each other's throats all day.

What are you gonna do
when I get married?

Don't you worry about us.

Did Cantrell ask you
to marry him?

- Uh-huh.
- Good, splendid.

I didn't say I'd accepted him,
now, did I?

Oh, he's a smart man, Mary. Ambitious,
hard worker. Be a big man someday.

- I like a little one I can boss around.
- Oh, no, no, no.

I'm serious. He'd make a good
husband for you, that lad.

His grandfather was scotch.

I wouldn't think of getting married

until you and Fletch are old
enough to stop fighting.

The carriage is ready, sir.
Thank you, Tom.

I'm gonna be in Dodge City
for about a week.

If I could know you'll take Cantrell,
I could buy you a handsome wedding present.

What are you,
a banker or a matchmaker?

There you are, sir.

Ha! Smooth
as a baby's... leg.

Your honor, them's the kindest words
I've heard from a judge in years.

Mostly they say,
"thirty days. "

My friend, you may paint a shaving
mug with the name "judge Buckner"...

and count upon me as a steady
patron now that you're established.

- Two bits.
- Oh, tut, tut, tut.

I shall settle with you weekly.

Or, perhaps, monthly.

You'll sum up my account...
I beg your pardon, madam.

He's an excellent shave, madam.
Oh, I'm sorry, madam.

Good morning, ma'am.

- I wish to have a tooth pulled.
- Yes, ma'am. Will you be seated, please?

- There ya are.
- What's this?

- Imbibe, madam, or suffer.
- I do not imbibe.

Very well, ma'am.

Now, if you'll kindly place
your right knee against my chest.

Why, I've never heard of such a thing
in my life. I'll tell my husband.

Just for leverage, ma'am.
Just for leverage.

Say "ah. " There we are.

I take a short trip out of
town, and look what happens.

Four killings in a week.
It's got to stop.

Four?
Did you say four?

That's right, four! Well, we're
getting to be quite a town, aren't we?

I doubt if they have that many in
Dodge City. No, I don't think so.

We aim to compete with any city
in size, but not in lawlessness.

Certainly, of course,
four killings is outrageous.

The judge was saying,
Mr. McCloud, before you came,

that the appointment of a
marshal is obviously in order.

- If I can find the right man.
- I have a nephew.

He's a fine, upstanding
young man who..

Who you'd like to see
on the city payroll.

Well, the man we need
must be honest,

must have courage,
know how to handle men.

- Have you any suggestions?
- Wait now, there's my nephew.

- He's out!
- We really felt, Mr. McCloud,

that you'd probably make
a nomination.

Gentlemen, I think I know
the very man.

- Look out for the ruts, Will.
- "Look out for the ruts. "

There you have
the story of my life.

Only I never did look out.
Always been in one.

Look at me now.
A schoolteacher.

- Where's that going to get me?
- Where do you want to go?

I think I could go clear to the top
if I thought you'd be there waiting.

Why not go to the top anyway,
just for the climb and the view?

All right.

I'm from Tennessee.
What of it?

We ain't wantin' people around
here who sell their votes.

I don't have to sell mine.
I got abusiness of my own.

Smart Aleck, huh?

What do you say, boys,
we give him a lift out of town?

Take your hands off of him.

Who might you be?

Nothin' to you. I just said,
keep your hands off.

You talk mighty big for one man. What
right do you got to butt into this?

I'll tell ya,
ya pack of coyotes.

A man born in this country is
an American. Don't forget that.

It's his right to...

.. go where he pleases,
and it's my business to..

Come on, Mary.

Hit him in the teeth, Bob,
in the teeth.

- Let me give you a hand, mister.
- Thanks. Where'd you come from?

- Been followin' you around all mornin'.
- What for?

- You're a cowboy, ain't ya?
- Yep. From Texas. Why?

Ah!

Sure, that's the way it is. Them doggies
are the boldest I ever rode herd on.

It's like sometimes out on the range
after you got the herd bedded down...

- That's my tongue.
- My mistake.

- Ever had your tooth pulled?
- No, all good.

You're lucky. Say, you really
busted that knuckle, didn't ya?

- Oh, it ain't nothin'.
- No, I've had lots of 'em.

Here's what I always use.

Thanks, but you ain't told
me if I'd go out on the range,

what's the first thing
they're gonna ask me?

For chewin' tobacco,
most likely.

There's something
I wanted to ask you.

- Me?
- Yeah.

You know that girl I was staring at
when all the ruckus started...

- Yeah.
- Well, who is she?

Well, her name is
Mary McCloud. Why?

Well, I'll tell ya.
I think maybe I'll marry her.

What?

Of course, if she'll have me,
I mean.

A fella wouldn't want to marry anyone
that didn't want him, naturally.

Oh, naturally.
You know her well?

No, just seen her
once or twice.

- Once she was on a horse.
- The next time she was with a jackass.

He is, huh?
Makes it easier, don't it?

Practically a cinch. You do
things kinda sudden, don't ya?

No, not exactly.

But, you see, I got her
figured out this way.

If you like someone and you
don't tell 'em right off,

why, maybe all that time
you wasted, she liked you too, so,

well, all that
time's wasted, ain't it?

It is, the way you put it. How
do you expect to go about this?

Oh, yes.
Glad you mentioned that.

Uh, I figured that if you
was to take me over to her and...

.. give me an introduce, then I could
tell her who I was and that..

.. I never murdered nobody, and..

...you could go somewhere and
sit on a fence till I was through.

I'm sure you won't be long.

Well, come on, I think
she's over at the bank.

- I forgot to ask you your name.
- Fletch.

Mine's Seton. Bob Seton.
You got a first name?

Yeah. Cupid.

He's a real cowboy.
From Texas.

This is her father's bank.

Owns a bank, huh?
What do you know?

He don't like cowboys either.
I can tell you that.

Yeah, I know the breed-
string-hollered and spavined.

Squeeze the blood
out of a turnip.

- Keep your chin to yourself.
- Huh?

I mean, you wait here, and
I'll go bring her.

Fair enough.

I don't know how to express
my appreciation, Mr. McCloud.

I suppose it will be left
to a vote, huh?

Naturally.

There will be other candidates
throwing their hats in the ring,

but you're not going to have
any trouble winnin'.

I hope you're right.

Fletch, what's the matter with
you? Where are you dragging me?

Friend of mine here
wants to talk to you.

You, uh, wanted
to talk to me?

Uh, yes,
that's sort of the idea.

- Well?
- Uh...

Did the squirt tell you who I was? Who?

The kid, Cupid.
Ain't that a name for you?

You know, him that went in
and asked for you.

- My brother, you mean.
- Yeah. He and I...

Your what?

My brother.
Who did you think he was?

- Well.. your brother!
- Yes.

- You see the fight?
- No.

We lost... almost.

Was that what you wanted
to talk to me about?

Well, not exactly.
That is... no.

Then what was it?

Well, uh, did he
say anything to you...

about anything I'd said to him?
My brother, you mean?

- Yes.
- No.

- He didn't?
- No.

Well...

...back there in the office,
I had this all figured out.

Out there on the prairie, it
seemed easy. You got blue eyes.

- I beg your pardon.
- Yes, sir, blue eyes.

Oh, let's see now.
Where was I?

Bob Sexton,
from Texas.

Ma died when I was 9 years old,
and about 8 months ago...

I'll do anything you say,
Mr. McCloud.

And, once again,
thank you very much.

Good luck to ya.

Where's Mary?

She went across the street
to buy a spool of thread.

Oh, well, I'll go...

I wouldn't do that
if I was you, Mr. Cantrell.

She always gets
a little fidgety

when she's buying a
spool of thread or something.

Dad, you tell him about me goin' to
be a cowboy. Go ahead and tell him.

That's the only time I was ever in jail,
and it was the other fella's fault.

I was drunk.

Drinking, of course,
constituting no crime.

Ma'am?

I said, drinking, of course,
constituting no crime.

I'm gonna learn big words
myself someday.

Now look.

I've listened to you
very patiently.

I've heard your
whole life's history.

I know what to do for cattle
who've eaten too many loco weeds,

why sulphur in molasses isn't
as good as people think it is,

and a thousand other things
that I've forgotten already.

Now will you please get to the
point and tell me what you want?

- I want to marry you.
- You what?

Well, I ain't got no job right
now, but I figure to get one.

Outside of a snort of hooch now
and then, I got no bad habits.

I'd say asking perfect
strangers to marry you is...

...is a very bad habit!

You lookin' for someone, ma'am?

Yes! Surely they don't
let you out alone, do they?

We got a sayin' down in Texas that...

a fella doesn't get anyplace
unless he tries.

Well, you might as well give up
trying, because it's not gonna help you.

- We got another saying in Texas
- Yes, yes, I'm sure you have. Good-bye.

That'll be four and a half.

Two for the tooth,
two and a half for the whiskey,

you got another
swig comin'.

I ain't got cash.
Maybe you could take it in trade.

Oh, I was afraid of that. I pulled
teeth in Boston once for a year.

Practically lived on beans.

Got some stuff outside that beats
money in the bank in this territory.

Wagonload of guns. And they'd
have been token away from me,

if it hadn't been for that
young friend of yours.

Ain't legal to run guns.
You know that.

What's legal and what ain't? Why,
these towns ain't go no marshals.

You needin' a partner,
mister?

- Mm, maybe.
- No, you don't. Oh, no, you don't.

He got hit in that fight. He don't
know what he's sayin'. Listen, son...

- How about it?
- You can't, Bob.

I'm sick of this here
city life.

Fella can't go around
doin' nothin' all the time.

Yeah, I could make a good
gunrunner outta you.

Over my dead body.

Doc's right, son.
Gunrunning's not for your kind.

You ain't a wrecker, boy.
You're a builder.

Doc's right again.

You're the kind
this country needs.

Suppose it sounds funny,

for an old law-breaking coot
like me to talk patriotism.

What do you have in that whiskey,
stars and stripes?

I'll give you couple guns.

Shucks, you don't
owe me nothin'.

Give your tooth back
for a souvenir, if you like.

No, give it to the kid.

Someday when he sees me
strung up at the end of a rope,

he'll remember I gave him
some good advice.

- Good-bye, gentlemen.
- Good-bye.

What is it, Bob?
Come on, son, what's wrong?

Still yearnin'
for them mountains, doc.

- Oh-oh. What's her name?
- Mary Mc...

Say, there's no girl
mixed up in this.

Same one we met
coming into town?

Her? She makes me sick.
You know what?

Why, down in Texas, they'd
laugh her out of town.

She don't know her
own mind, that female.

Fella can't expect to win a woman
unless he does something worthwhile.

Bet her old man cheats
everybody in town.

See that poster?

Yeah.
What does it say?

Says they're looking
for a new marshal.

It does, huh?

You know, Bob,

you could make something
out of yourself if you tried.

Yeah?

Yeah.
You could run for marshal.

Me be marshal?
Are you loco?

Well, you could try.

Better for a young fella like you to
be workin'with uncle Sam than agin' him.

I can't read or write.
You know that.

Listen, you don't read
and write a man into jail.

Marshal's gotta know something.
He's gotta have...

...papers on his desk
and things.

Son, there's a school down the
other street where they can learn...

anybody to read and write.

They got little kids there
ain't that high...

readin' and writin' just as
pretty as anything you ever seen.

Now, if I was you...

You're young, Mr. Seton.
Never too late to learn.

Look kinda funny, won't it?
Me sittin' there among all them kids?

Yeah, well,
don't worry about that.

You and I will do our
studying in the evenings,

nobody'll know
anything about it.

Will! Oh, Will!

You're a pretty regular fella. Thanks.

Uh... tell me...

...you say you can't write?

Make brands on cows
is about all.

Tried to write with ink once.
Looked like an Easter egg for a week.

Oh, Will, your sup...

...your supper's ready,
Mr. Cantrell.

This is my housekeeper,
Mrs. Adams.

- Elizabeth, this is Mr. Seton.
- Pleased to meet you, ma'am.

Oh, I'm keepin' you
from your supper.

There's no great hurry.
You were saying that...

Oh, yes.
Same way about spelling.

When I try, people laugh.
Call me "shortcut" down home.

What? You see, I spell
'em like they sound.

You know, bacon:
B-A-K- scrub- S-K-R-

- Well, go on and laugh.
- No offense, I assure you.

Tell me, why this sudden ambition?
Is it because you wanna learn?

Don't mind if I do. Fact is, I'm
gonna be marshal of this town.

Oh, indeed.

Well, you don't seem
very happy about it.

Well, should I be? I'm running
for the office myself.

Oh, ain't that one for ya?

Here I just get
to likin' ya,

and now I gotta beat ya
out of that job.

Didn't know
you had company, Will.

- Oh, that's all right, ma.
- Pay no mind to his braggin', Will.

He ain't had no more learnin'
than I have. You'll be elected.

It's not him I'm worrying
about, ma. It's you.

I'm sick of this pretense.
Mrs. Adams, my housekeeper.

Every time I say it, the lie sticks
in my throat. I'm not ashamed of you.

I know you ain't.

There's plenty of folks in Lawrence
that make you ashamed, or try to.

And I don't aim to let 'em.

Leave things be, Will.
I ain't complainin'.

You wouldn't complain
if they boiled you in oil,

as long as you thought
it would help me.

It's no use, ma. It won't work.
I'm going to send you back to Ohio.

I won't go, Will. We come out
here together, and I'm stayin'.

All right. Let's see how things
are after the ballots are counted.

But if I'm beaten by that cowhand,
I'm through with books and teaching.

I'm gonna burn every book
in this house.

I'm going to the top if I have
to go over the bodies of...

Will! Quit that wild talk. That's
how your pa spoke before he...

Don't forget. I've got some
of his blood in my veins too.

Thank you, my friends. I have
talked a lot about myself,

and you have been
most indulgent.

Now, then, I want to say something
about Mr. Seton, my opponent.

You will observe that I say
"about" and not "against, "

because I know nothing
against Mr. Seton,

neither as my opponent
nor as my pupil.

My most promising pupil.

Within the hour,
you will go to the polls,

and you will elect
either Mr. Seton or myself.

If you elect him, you will
get a man who is honest.

And, my friends, Mr.
Seton is a man of courage.

Plenty of courage. But honesty
and courage are not enough.

Today, more than ever before, a
public office calls for knowledge.

You must know law
and how to apply it.

And that, my friends,
calls for intensive study,

to which, as you all know,
I have devoted many years.

Our town has grown to a size
where we need a marshal.

Be sure you elect a man
who can grow with the town.

Thank you.

And now, friends, I present
Mr. Cantrell's opponent.

He calls himself Bob Seton
and says he comes from Texas.

I know nothing more
about him. In fact,

I had a tough time
finding out that much.

- I gotta get outta here.
- Uh?

- I'm sick.
- Bob, listen to me.

Come on, doc, your job is pulling teeth
out of people's mouths,

not putting words in 'em.

Let him speak for himself.

Come on, let him talk
for himself.

The judge here is right
about that speech.

Doc wrote one out for me, all
right, but he forgot I couldn't read.

Folks, it's true.
I don't know much about the law.

Ain't had much book-learnin'.

But the good lord gave me a nose for
smellin' a horse thief a mile off.

And what you need in
these parts, is a marshal

that's better at smellin' than spellin'.

Mr. Cantrell here says
that I'm honest,

that I ain't afraid
of nothin'.

He didn't say I was too dumb for
this job, but that's what he meant.

He's right. Lamdumb.

I'm dumb enough to think
that smart marshals

do their shooting' first,
their talkin' afterward.

Folks, this country has more laws
than there are ways to skin a skunk.

Thousands of 'em.

Why, back east, they tell me
there's a law against spittin'.

But remember this:

before you can try 'em for
anything, you gotta catch 'em.

I can catch 'em.

- What's so funny, Mr. McCloud?
- Lots, miss McCloud.

Don't you like the way
I'm arranging the table?

I was just thinking, what would
happen if Cantrell didn't get elected.

That's stupid.
How could he lose?

Did you ever hear the story
of the tortoise and the hare?

I'm not at all interested
in a tortoise.

Maybe not, but you ain't
been the same since.

"Ain't. "
Since what?

- Since he proposed to you.
- Oh, bah!

Bah, yourself. You can't
tell me you was so mad.

No, I'll admit I wasn't.

It was the other fella's fault.
I was drunk.

He's either the most stupid man in the
worid or too naive to be without a keeper.

The voting's over!
They're cheering for Will!

How much did he win by,
dad? Cantrell didn't win.

That high-heeled cowboy
is the new marshal.

- That'll be enough out of you!
- Yes, sir.

I better start learning to tote a gun.

It's gonna be the fashion
from now on.

Father?

And nobody's
gonna take it offen me.

Ellie! Ellie, you can
clear all this away now!

I'm gonna
get mine quick.

Well, howdy, marshal.

- Hiya, Fletch.
- Boy, am I glad.

- Well, what do you want?
- Nothin', ma'am.

You once told me that I wouldn't
mean anything even if I tried.

Well, I tried.

Are you here on official
business, Mr. Marshal?

No, ma'am, personal.

What does that say, Fletch?
"Good luck to our new marshal. "

That's right kind of you to
go to all this bother for me.

Oh, it isn't any
bother at all. Only...

...it isn't for you.
It's for Mr. Cantrell.

Oh.

We got a sayin'
down in Texas, ma'am,

about countin' your chickens
before they're hatched.

Mm-hmm. Have you also got
a saying down in Texas...

...about people knowing whether
they're wanted or not?

Fletch, you hear that?

I sure did, marshal.

We also got a sayin',
ma'am, that...

...women don't always say
what they mean.

Do you mind telling me
briefly why you're here?

Yes, ma'am. I was a little
hasty a couple of weeks ago...

...askin' you to marry me.

There was something
I should've told you first.

Oh, that's all right.
You told me.

You were in jail once, but
it wasn't your fault. Uh-uh.

I should've told you first
that I love ya.

That's what I really came
over for tonight.

Oh, there I go again. There's
something I should've done before that.

- What, for instance?
- This.

Now that's the right order in
which things are done in Texas.

Don't do it, Will. Don't
do it. It ain't right.

Well, I'm sick of doing
what's right.

I'm sick of teaching school...

- ... getting nowhere.
- Will, listen to me.

If it's Mary McCloud you're thinkin' of,
she'll like you if you ain't got a penny.

Learning, studying, working
like a dog. What does it get me?

First chance I have to be
somebody, I'm beaten out of it...

by an ignorant cowhand who
can't even write his own name.

Well, I can write my name,

and I'm gonna write it across
this territory in fire and blood.

I'm going to be somebody
in this country, somebody big.

Stop it, Will! Stop it!

You ain't gonna take that road.
That's why we come here from Ohio,

Away from the rottenness
of your brothers.

Will, I taught you different.
There's good in ya.

And it's stronger than the
bad that's in your blood.

Will, I've already seen
three of my sons turn bad.

Rather than see you
follow 'em, I'll kill ya.

Me that give you life.

I know what I'm doing, ma.
I'll be running Kansas yet.

I'm going clear up
to the top.

But I'm not going
for the climb or the view.

Pile in there. We're taking you
across the border. You're free.

Get off my land! We don't
want slavery in Kansas.

Where do we take this batch?
Run 'em across the Missouri border.

They should bring
about 300 a piece.

You're slowin' up, Cantrell.
I expected more than this.

That's the last of it. I'm through
with slave running. Too risky.

Fella named John Brown
got himself hung for it.

It's gunrunning for me
from now on. It's healthier.

- What's the matter?
- Couple of men are complainin'.

They'll get their money
when we get over the ridge.

They're figuring to take this
stuff to the border and turn back.

Listen, Bushrup, they're paying
us plenty of money for these guns.

I promised to deliver them
in Kansas.

Now, if you can't do this
my way, somebody else will.

Sure. Sure,
anything you say.

There. There they are.
Come on, let's get 'em.

Easy, Fletch. Take it easy.

Whip 'em up, boys!

Did you get a good look
at him, Bob?

Maybe.

Take that stuff on into town.
I'll see ya later.

It's pretty late
to be stoppin' by.

Oh, that's all right.

You'll find me burning
the midnight oil most nights.

Saw your light on
in the window.

Mr. Cantrell, I need
some legal advice.

I'll be glad to help you
if I can.

Couple of points of law
I'm not so sure of.

You got a territorial
code book handy?

Uh-huh.

Got one right here.

It's practically
my bible.

Glad to hear that,
teacher.

I hope you abide by it like a
Christian does the good book.

What do you want
to know, marshal?

Penalty for smugglin'.

What sort of smuggling?

Unlicensed arms
into federal territory.

All right, here we are.

"Five years imprisonment,"

$5,000 fine or both.

Five years, eh?

It's a big slice out of
a man's life, teacher.

What's your point,
Seton?

Point is, someone tried
to run in 500 rifles tonight.

Mm-Hmm. I figured on
a gun run once myself.

Even I was too smart
for that.

Mr. Cantrell, you're one of the
smartest men I've ever known.

- Now, if I didn't like ya...
- Now, just a minute.

You're not accusing me,
are you?

No, just tellin' ya.

I'd rather give you advice
here in the schoolhouse...

...than to lock ya
in the jailhouse.

Why, you're a crazy man!

Gunrunning and school teaching
don't mix. Don't you know that?

I know it.
Make sure you do.

So I'm learnin' Fletch
how to be a good cowhand.

He's learnin' me
to be a gentleman.

Fletch made a better deal.
You're being cheated.

- How so?
- Good morning, Will.

Good morning.

I'm not settin' so good
with your friend, Mr. Cantrell.

Why?

I think he's got
the idea that

I'm tryin' to steal
you away or something.

And?

Well, I think maybe
he's right. Giddyap.

Looks like this man
Lincoln's liable to win,

with the democrats dividing up
between Douglas and Breckenridge.

Looks like a heap of trouble.

Yep. Ruckuses in the south.
Ruckuses in the north.

Looks like war
just around the corner.

Well, all I want's to be let
alone to raise Kansas wheat.

South trouble ain't
no concern of ours.

Well, I don't know.
You feel south or north,

depending on what's
in your heart.

Heart nothin'. It's a matter
of pocketbook to the south.

Yes, sir, what they want's
free labor.

In a northern mill, a man's got
a chance to earn a living wage.

Eight and sometimes
ten dollars a week.

Cheap slave labor.
That's what the south wants to fight for.

All this talk about southern
tradition and chivalry.

Well, there is tradition
there, Mr. Hale.

Which Mr. Hale
can hardly appreciate.

Oh, one of Jeff Davis' boys,
huh?

Well, I'd like to see this southern
tradition and chivalry

before I change my mind.

That's a wish that'd be
hard to gratify.

Southern homes keep
your kind in the stables.

Yeah? Well, maybe if you had a meal
in the stable once in a while,

after a hard day's work, you'd
come down off your high horse,

you and that rich
banker father of yours,

livin' high off of other people,
talkin' big.

Never did a day's work in your life,
neither of you.

You're a liar, Mr. Hale.

I'll kick the tradition
and chivalry out of you.

I'll teach you to...

Come out! Come out of your
fine house and look at it!

Murderers!

Go on and
tell 'em, Mrs. Hale.

Yes, I'll tell 'em.

You'll have plenty to eat
this winter. What about us?

Who's gonna bring in
our wheat?

Where's my husband?

I'll tell ya!
Murderers!

Murdered by your
fine young snob of a son!

Look, Bob, we're not in Maryland or
Virginia where the laws are so rigid.

This is the frontier. I have the
right to have my son released on bail.

Set the amount as high as you like.
I'll post it in cash right now.

I'm sorry, Mr. McCloud,
but I just can't do it.

You bought a horse today
from Martin Claussen.

The fastest horse he owns.

Well, that horse could take a man
across the border and into safety.

Would that be so awful?
He's only a boy.

He's old enough
to carry a gun and use it.

He'll have to stay
in my custody.

You'll sit there and calmly sentence
my boy to death. You can't do that.

But he'll be safe, Mr. McCloud.
He'll get a fair trial.

Release my boy on bail!

Please, dad.
Let me speak to him.

Bob, I'm not going to argue with you
about right or wrong, or duty or law.

I'm pleading with you
for the life of my brother.

I can't.
It-tt wouldn't be right.

I don't care
whether it's right or not!

Doesn't it mean something to you
that I'm asking you to do this for me?

That boy adores you, Bob.
He idolizes you.

He wants to pattern his life after
yours. Doesn't that mean something?

Mary, I'd like to.

Then do it. Do it for me,
for him, for all of us.

I can't.

When I took this job...

...it got under my skin.
I took an oath...

You took an oath the other
night that you love me.

You asked me
to marry you again.

You swore that...
Bob, Bob, please.

Please, I'll do anything
for you.

I want you for my wife more
than anything else in the worid.

But not as a bribe
for your brother.

I thought they bred men
of flesh and blood in Texas.

I was wrong.
You're made of granite.

No, Mary, just common clay.

Bakes kinda hard
in Texas.

So, Seton promises I'll
get a fair trial, does he?

Don't lose heart, Fletch.
You'll be a free man soon.

Oh, don't raise our hopes
unless you can do something.

I promise you more than your friend, the
marshal, if you leave this in my hands.

Are you sure
you're going to vote guilty?

That's none of your business.

You've got a family
and future to think of, farmer.

When you vote,
think of them.

Remember that you got a
family and future to think of.

When you vote,
think of them.

You've got a family
and future to think of.

When you vote,
think of them.

Gentlemen, you have heard
all the witnesses,

and now you know the facts.

Or shall we say,
the so-called facts?

For it must be obvious that a great deal
of this testimony reeks of prejudice.

Our community is predominantly
northern in its sympathies.

Yet, the defendant, Fletcher
McCloud, is a southerner.

He happens to believe in
the sovereignty of the south,

Believes in it so fervently, that
he fought with hale over the issue.

Yet, it is his privilege
to hold to that belief.

It is not within your power...

...to bring hale back to life.

But it is within your power,

by ruling out that prejudice
to which I have referred to...

and by rendering
the proper verdict,

to give life back
to this boy.

Look at him, gentlemen.
Look at his sister...

and his father.

None deplore the spilling
of blood more than they do.

Their hearts are full of compassion
for the family of the deceased.

They are ready and eager to make
whatever amends lie within their power.

And already they have arranged
to see that Mrs. Hale

and her children
are well cared for.

Gentlemen, pain and torture...

...are grim bedfellows.

If your verdict be hasty
and mistaken,

you will forever after
know no peace.

You don't want a tragic mistake
on your consciences to haunt you

all the days
of your life.

You have families
and futures to think of.

When you vote,
think of them.

Bear them in mind
when you seek a verdict.

This same thing might have
happened to anyone of you...

or to members of your family.

Yours is a solemn,
awful responsibility.

If you find this boy guilty,

death.

Swift death
for Fletcher McCloud.

But an endless, living death of
fear and terror and torment

to each and every one of you who
will have wrongly condemned him.

Gentlemen of the jury,
you have heard the evidence.

You may now retire
and try to come to a verdict.

This message just came over
the telegraph, marshal.

- Wait!
- It's important, Bob.

The judge ought to
make an announcement.

If they get wind of this before they bring
in a verdict, Fletch is as good as hung.

Gentlemen of the jury,
you have come to a verdict?

Yes, your honor.
We have.

We find Fletcher McCloud...
not guilty.

I'll never be able
to repay you, Will.

Will, you were magnificent!
I'm so happy.

Well, I guess you can tell 'em
about this now, judge.

My friends, I have news,
bad news, I fear.

The south has seceded from
the union, and war has begun.

This will not be a war of short
duration, as many people think.

It will be as deadly and as fiercely
fought as any civil war in history.

Now, you men have thrown
your loyalty to me,

and that loyalty will be
amply rewarded.

You're not fighting for the north,
and you're not fighting for the south,

but you're fighting to take
what's coming to you!

The fine gentlemen
of Kansas and Missouri...

...will be fighting each other in a war
over something we don't want any part of!

And the longer they keep each other
busy, the better we're gonna like it.

We're gonna live off the fat of the
land, and what we don't want, we'll burn.

I'll show you fellas more liquor
than you ever saw before,

more money,
more anything you want!

Come on, now.
Let's take it from 'em!

You'll hang for this, every one of ya.
You can't steal honest men's money!

What have you got, Bushrup?

Nothing but a bunch of uniforms.
Burn 'em up!

Uh, wait a minute,
Bushrup.

Get your men into them.
From now on we'll be confederate soldiers.

Come on.
Deal 'em out.

If you're afraid, boys,
we ain't askin' you to sign.

But if you're lookin' for excitement,
get the old John Henry down on paper.

What you gonna do when you
catch 'em, doc? Pull their teeth?

You should have no difficulty
tracking down those guerillas.

Why, these fine men are ready to
lay down their lives if necessary,

in order that the fair name
of Kansas would stand...

Just sign 'er right here,
judge. Eh? What's that?

Enlistment blank. We can use a
smart man like you right up in front.

Very funny.
Very funny, indeed!

You might use your wit to a better
advantage in tracking down those guerillas,

or at least trying to find out
who the leader is.

Didn't I tell ya? I knew this would happen
the minute that Lincoln fella got elected.

If those guerillas hit town
they'll clean house!

Won't do more
than the government's doin'.

They upped taxes to raise money
for the northern army.

The south doin' the same.

I hear Angus McCloud and that crowd
are sendin' plenty down.

And who's money is it?

It's the money in his bank,
your money he's sendin' to the south!

I warned ya before,

but you kept saying I was a bit tetched
because I'd lost my old man.

Well, you're gonna
pay for it now!

You're gonna be
as poor as me!

And ya ain't never gonna
get it back!

I'm gonna get my money
outta that bank.

Come on.
We want our money.

There is your money,
mayor Barstow, and shame on ya.

Who made you a loan when your wheat
failed? I did. I had trust in you.

Well, I'm a better banker than you'll
ever be a farmer. All right. On your way.

Take over here and pay off
as long as you can.

Yes, sir.

Calm down, folks.
This bank's solid.

Just because we're recruiting
is no sign for you to run loco.

Well, do somethin'! Don't stand
there like a bump on a log.

They'll get their money if they
give me time. Their money's safe.

They're wheat farmers.
There never was a war fought...

and there never will be that didn't
send the price of wheat sky-high.

There's nothing I can do about
it, if they want their money.

You got us into this with
your flag-wavin'.

You're the law. Stop them.

Fools, cowards, pack of
scared rabbits! I'll show 'em!

My father's bank is safe!
Listen to him!

Can't you make them listen?

Give him a chance to talk to ya.
Your money's safe.

Hey, son. Give me that gun
you're so fond of totin'.

That's better.

Now there's a little quiet,

I can tell you what a snivellin',
blatherin', cowardly lot you are.

You'll get your money
if you give me time.

But money's not like water that
you can draw out of a spigot.

- Skinflint!
- Liar! - Crook!

Call me a skinflint if you like.
Call me a user if you've a mind to,

but don't call me
a thief and a liar!

You'll get your money. This bank
is sound! Your money's safe, I...

That's what comes
of carrying a gun, son.

- Take care of him, doc.
- Oh, what did he do?

Dad? Dad!

You're to blame for this.
You killed him!

You didn't get me
so you got him!

Steady, boy. Steady!

Four days and nights
I've been waitin' for ya.

Where ya been?
Tell me the truth.

I told you the truth.
In the army.

What army?
The confederate army.

You're lyin' to me, Will.

You ain't fightin'
for the south or the north.

You're fightin' with the hosts of
darkness, and the devil's ridin' aside you.

That's enough. My life's my
own, and I'm going to live it.

Yes, and the road you've taken
you'll end up on the gallows!

I can take care of myself.

You don't understand, ma.
Things are different now.

You're not going to have to pose
as my housekeeper any longer.

I'm a rich man.

You're going to have fine things to
wear and a big house to live in...

and servants.

I want no fine house,

No servants.

For years I've been proud
to serve you myself,

help you.

I'll have no part
of your new life,

your new riches.

People are askin' questions
why you ain't here, Will.

Who? Fletch was here
asking for ya yesterday.

Said his sister's
leavin' Kansas,

goin' east.

It's funny, isn't it, Will? We can
pack things like these so carefully,

and yet our plans,
our lives, even,

get smashed
no matter what we do.

You're much too young
to be so bitter and cynical.

I don't feel young anymore.

Dad's gone.

Fletch wants to join the
south. I can't stop him.

You too. You belong
to the southern armies.

You're in danger right now,
just by visiting me.

I've got to get away from here.
I can't stand it any longer.

Yes, but where are
you going to go, and then,

what are you going to do
when you get there?

Don't go east, Mary.
Come with me.

I don't have to tell you
that I'm in love with you...

and that I've always hoped
someday you'd marry me.

I know, Will.

- But...
- No, no. Don't finish it.

I know what you're
going to say.

You were going to say, "but I
don't love you, Will. " Weren't you?

Yes, it's true.
I don't love you.

But I do like you.
I always have.

You've been a good friend.

Mary, stop packing a minute.

Come here.

Look at me.

Will you marry me?

Will, I'm the daughter
of a Scotchman.

I couldn't marry you unless I
gave you my honest opinion first.

I think you're making
a bad bargain.

I've got scotch blood too.
I won't be the loser.

Does that mean
you will marry me?

Yes, if you want me.

Maybe I can teach you
to love me.

To love honor and obey
so long as ye both shall live?

I do.

Then I pronounce you
man and wife.

- Where can I find the marshal?
- What's up?

Bushrup's guerrillas
are sackin' Thomasville!

I'll take ya over!

Fletch, you take
Mary up to the house?

Will, what is it?

- I've got to leave.
- Got to leave?

They're not guerrillas.

They're southern troops,
part of my detachment.

But why do you have to...

If they're not warned they'll be
ambushed and wiped out.

I'm goin' with you.
I'll get the horses.

Will, I don't understand.

Mary, I've got to do this,
and I haven't time to explain,

but I'll come back to you
soon, darling.

- Don't fire till I signal.
- Wait a minute.

You can't shoot 'em
down in cold blood.

This is war, youngster.

Bob. Bob, come on!

Yah!

Yah!

You say it's Cantrell.
You've been sayin' it for weeks.

Why, you had half the town
wasting time searching,

and still nothing's been done!

Now, this kind of thing...

Quit debating, judge,
and get to the point!

I'll save ya the trouble,
judge.

You want a new man.
All right. Get one.

Been ridin' myself saddle silly and
listening to your snivellin' long enough.

Been stayin' here
against my will as it was,

trying to do the decent thing
and carry out my end of the deal.

Well, you're relievin' me
of that, and that's fine.

Maybe I ought to thank you.

Cantrell and his guerrillas have been
raidin' north, south, east and west,

But they ain't been
around Lawrence.

Any of you fuddleheads ever stop to
figure out maybe it was because...

they're afraid to tangle
with your late marshal?

I've had you in my barber
chair day after day,

and many's the time I've wanted to
slit your fool throat from ear to ear.

I'm glad I didn't know.

That'll be for Cantrell to do
when he gets here ridin'.

Well, the point's
well taken.

- Ungrateful pack of hyenies.
- Forget it, doc.

Hey, what's goin' on
up there?

They're gonna run
Cantrell's wife outta town.

Why don't you all go upstairs?
Don't listen to that trash out there.

What are you
standin' there for?

Didn't Cantrell kill your
friends and relatives?

She's no better than him!

Go on!
Run her outta town!

- Clear outta here, all of ya.
- He ain't the marshal no more!

That's right, I ain't. So your
laws don't bother me no more.

The next one of you
polecats throws anything

is gonna get a law
busted right in his face.

Now, get out.

Come on, get out of here.
Break it up.

Go on. Get out of here,
all of you.

Thanks for trying to help.

Well, you can't blame 'em too much.
A lot of 'em have had kinfolk killed.

Yes, I know. I...
I'm going.

Well, where?

Missouri, near Dorrance.

- Relatives there?
- Yes. My husband.

- To him?
- Yes.

Mary, you can't.
You're better off here.

He's my husband.
My place is with him.

Oh, you know what he is.
You've heard the stories.

I know the lies that have been
printed because this is Kansas

and he's fighting for the south.

They're not lies.
They're the truth.

- He's nothing but
- You want to believe those lies...

because you want to believe
that I made a mistake.

If you're of the same mind
in the morning,

I'll take you to him.

I'm leaving Kansas myself.

How much further is it
to the border?

We'll cross it
in a couple hours.

Place you're headin' for is eight
or nine miles down the road,

Hill country.

They say it's lovely too.

Don't know what lovely country
really is till you've seen Texas.

- Texas.
- In the springtime.

The range is covered
with lupine-bright... blue,

blue as your eyes.

Well, almost as blue.

Bob, I think we better
get going.

Mary, you remember
the first time I met you,

When you kept looking around
for my keeper 'cause...

...you thought I was too crazy
to be out by myself?

Yes.

Well, you better start
lookin' around again,

'cause I'm going to say
something crazier than that.

I know you're married to him,
and I got no right to say this,

but I still love you.

- Oh, Bob.
- You don't love him. You never did.

Bob, please.

I got a ranch in Texas.
I want to drive you down there.

Will you go with me?
Will you?

Bob, I can't.
Please don't say any more.

Hyah!

- This is where I leave you.
- Yes.

You sure you won't
change your mind?

No, Bob.

Where'll you be going?
Texas.

Good-bye, Mary.

Good-bye, Bob.

Hey, Will! The boys are
bringin' your wife in.

Picked her up
outside of camp.

Mary, darling.

It's... been a long time,
hasn't it, Will?

Mary!

Fletch! Oh, Fletch, it's so
good to see you again.

Listen, sis, you took an awful chance
comin' across that water territory alone.

But I didn't come alone. Bob Seton
brought me within a mile from here.

Seton?

Yes, he was about the
last friend I had in Lawrence.

Fletch, as soon as you get those wagons
rolling, come back and have dinner with us.

Come on, dear.

Like it?

It's going to be my headquarters,
permanently, so I wanted to have it

just as nice
as possible for you.

Surprised?

I'm amazed.

I expected to find you
in some shack, or...

War has made a great change
in you, Will.

It took
a grubbing schoolteacher...

...and made a major
out of him,

- Gave him all this.
- Where did it all come from?

I bet you used to ask that question when
you were little, in just that same tone,

when you found all the presents
under the Christmas tree.

No, no.
I'm serious, Will.

I want to know.

Well, technically, they're called
the spoils of war.

And all through
the fighting, darling,

uh...

...this will prove
that I was thinking of you.

Take it.

Open it up. It's yours.

Will, I want
to ask you something.

Well?

I've heard a lot of
ugly stories that you're...

Will. Will!

Look what we picked up.

I had a tough time saving him for ya.
The boys wanted to trim a tree with him.

Bob.

Untie him, Bushrup.

Mr. Seton is here
as my friend, not as my enemy.

While he's in camp he is to be
treated as my personal guest...

and shown every courtesy.

Yes sir.
As your guest.

Uh, you'd probably like
to wash up a bit. Phil?

Yes, sir?

Take Mr. Seton to my quarters.
See he has everything he wants.

You'll find him practically
at your beck and call.

Later, my wife and I trust you will
do us the honor to dine with us.

Thanks.

Now, now, now.
Don't worry.

I'll make myself personally
responsible for his safety and comfort.

Ah, Seton. You're
prettied up fit to kill.

- Have a drink.
- No, thanks.

I, uh, have a feeling your stay
with us is going to be rather brief,

so I'd like to extend
every hospitality.

Had I known you were
around this neck of the woods,

I'd have posted signs
saying "keep out",

But, unfortunately,
you couldn't have read them.

You learned me to read figures
pretty good, though, Cantrell.

Uh-Huh. There's some
don't quite add up.

What's that?

General Beauregard
and the fifth army are...

...a long ways from here,

yet that doohickus
on your collar says fifth army.

What sort of doohickus would you like
on the uniform of your firing squad?

- Firing squad, eh?
- Yeah.

Oh, that's right. You're an
officer now, and a gentleman.

I was figuring
it'd be a rope party.

Oh, no, Seton.
After all you've done for me...

the least I could do for you would
be to grant you full military honors.

Like the way our mess is run?
Pretty good turkey there, isn't it?

Yeah.

First time I ever had two
kinds of bird with one meal:

turkey to eat
and buzzard to look at.

Put that knife down, Seton.

You heard what he said,
didn't you?

I'm a fair hand with
a bowie knife, mister.

I'll put this through the
first one of you pulls a gun.

Oh, well, we're all
famished and waiting for you.

- I'm sorry I'm late.
- Sit down here, darling.

Seton, over there.
Where's Fletch?

Sit down, boy.

I came to tell you
I'd rather not join you.

- Why not?
- Not with Mr. Seton here.

Oh, well, suit yourself,
Fletch. We're hungry.

Good food, good wine
and good talk.

What more could a man
ask for? That right, Mary?

Yes, that's right, except, as
dad used to add, good friends.

Oh, yes. Of course.

And, uh, we're lucky to have
such a friend with us tonight.

Let's drink to an early peace,
with honor.

I have a very personal reason
for proposing that toast.

Something I haven't
told you, Mary.

Yes? What is it?

I've bought a place in Virginia, right
in the heart of the Shenandoah valley,

the most beautiful estate
you have ever seen.

- Shenandoah valley, eh?
- Uh-huh.

That fifth army
really gets around, don't it?

You like Virginia, don't you?
Oh, yes. I think it's lovely there.

But before going, I think I'd
enjoy seeing the whole south.

Well, why not?

Bayou country, Louisiana and
Texas should be interesting.

I was just thinking
a few minutes ago I'd...

I'd like to go to Texas.

Well, if luck's with us,
there's no reason we can't do it.

Make a grand tour,
including Texas.

Be sure and make him comfortable
on your side of the camp.

He needs a good rest.

In there.

- Let him stew for a while.
- Well, I'm goin' down there now.

No. You let Seton alone.
I don't want you going down there.

I'll take care of him
myself.

Give me that gun.
Wait outside.

Here. Bob, you were right about Cantrell.
We've got to get Mary outta here.

Will, I'm not blind. I've
seen enough since I got here

to prove those stories
I heard in Lawrence are true.

I don't care what they think about
me in Lawrence or anyplace else.

I'm only interested
in what you think.

For years I sat in that schoolhouse
thinking of you, dreaming of you.

I wanted to be able to offer you
the moon on a golden platter.

I regret nothing I've done, and I'll do
it again. I'd plunder a dozen states...

...to get you
and to keep you.

I'm your wife. I came
here of my own free will.

I'll stay here as your wife,
on one condition.

- Something involving Mr. Seton, no doubt.
- Yes.

Safe passage for Mr. Seton through
your lines, and proof that he got it.

All right.

For such a prize,
I can afford to be generous.

- Where's Fetch?
- I think he called on your friend.

Nothing to worry about, Mary.
I'll be right back.

Where'd those shots
come from?

- Fletch in there?
- Yes. I think he gave it to him.

- I thought I told you to let...
- Turn around, mister.

Get over there.
Get over.

Cover the door, Fletch.

- Can you get some horses?
- I've got a team all ready.

You better get Mary.

- Where will you be?
- At the bridge.

Come on, Fletch!
Have yourself a good time.

Do we have to go
through the camp?

That's the only way out.

Cantrell ain't gonna raid
Lawrence tonight. He's got company!

Get on those horses!
Bushrup, stop that wagon!

Bob, look!

Yah!

What's the matter?

Cantrell and his guerrillas
are headed this way.

Doc! Wake up the town!

- What's up?
- Fletch is hurt.

Get Dr. Lord, bring him
to the McCloud house.

He went to Newton this morning,
but I'll take the case.

- But he needs medical assistance.
- And he'll get it, lady.

You're looking directly at the
best doctor west of the Mississippi.

Come on. Get up!

Wake up, everybody!
Come to life!

Wake up in there! At this
hour of the night? What is it?

What is the meaning of this?
Cantrell and his raiders are comin'.

Well, that's no reason to get
everybody up in the middle of the night.

Who?
Cantrell.

Oh, the militia! Nobody's here,
they're gone. I sent them to Doddstown.

He'll burn everybody in their
beds, like he did at Thomasville.

Get the women and children into
the town hall, all of 'em, fast.

What do we do? What
do we do? Great Scott!

I never expected that.

I thought it was in Doddstown.
Had a tip and sent the militia.

We've got to surrender. We've
got to surrender, I tell you!

Are there any wagons in town,
or did the militia take them all?

Yes. I mean, I don't know!
Who would have expected that?

There are 30 or 40
of them, marshal.

Well, get 'em.

Yes, get 'em! Get 'em!
Martha!

Martha, bring down my gun!
The one with the long barrel!

Bring on them wagons!
Hurry it up!

- Did you get through to Doddstown?
- I can't. The lines are down.

He's... he's still
unconscious, isn't he, doc?

And lucky.
Can't feel any of this.

Last time I did
an operation, I...

When...
When was that, doc?

Eleven years ago.

I believe in you.
I know you can save him.

I'm gonna try
mighty hard, Mary.

Do you think you could
get some bandages?

Oh, sure.

I heard your brother was hurt.
I come over to see if I could help.

How is he?

He's badly wounded. He was
shot getting away from camp.

It's better you ain't
alone here.

Oh, Mary! Hurry up
with those bandages.

Oh, all right.

I'll handle this situation. There's
nothing to worry about! Be calm!

Take cover!

We'll have to burn 'em out.
Get a wagon ready.

Injun tactics.

Look out!
Get back!

I spotted the wagon your wife got
away in. It's in front of her house.

You know your business here.

Hey, Seton! Cantrell's
riding up north creek road.

Be out in a few minutes.

Where you goin', Will?

What are you doing here?
Where's Mary?

She's busy.

Will, you ain't goin' up.

What's the matter with you?
What's that gun for?

It's for you, Will.

I thought I'd borned a man child when I
first heard you squalling, but I didn't.

I borned a dirty, murderin' snake that's
broke my heart to see it crawlin' along.

You're no good, Will.

I've killed a lot of men
for saying less than that.

You've killed a lot of men for sayin'
nothin' at all. Kansas is red with bleedin'.

I curse the day
I ever had you.

Stand where ya are, Will!

You've done enough to her.
You ain't goin' nigh her again.

Ma. Ma!

Speak to me.
Ma, are you all right?

Oh, I wouldn't have hurt you
no matter what happened.

I'll kill the man
that fired that shot.

Give over killin', Will.

It won't change nothin' now.

You're at the end of the road,
and the devil's aside ye,

Waitin'.

Don't.

Get out of town!
The militia's coming!

- Well, hello, doc.
- I done it. I remembered how.

I was afraid my hands had lost
their cunning, but I done it.

Jumpin' catfish, I'm out
of the barberin' business.

I'm a practicin'
physician again!

My scissors.
Where's my scissors?

Don't worry, doc.
Here they are.

I guess Lawrence has
burned to the ground.

Yeah.

Well, we got a sayin'
down in Texas that it...

...takes a good fire
to burn down the weeds,

let the flowers grow.

You've got a saying in Texas for
just about everything, haven't you?

Ever hear what William Shakespeare
said? "All's well that ends well. "

Shakespeare, huh? Well, he
must have come from Texas.

We've been sayin' that
down there for years.