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Starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.

Yeah. Hi, sugar.

Oh, uh... I wouldn't turn your nose up at him, honey.

I hear tell he's a real devil with the ladies.

- And that's for sure. - Yeah, fact is, you don't know

how much of a devil he can be.

Cut it out.

What's the matter, Willie?

You know.

I don't want to talk about it; it gives me the creeps.

Come on, relax. I told you there's nothing to worry about.

Harv's right, Willie, nothing'll ever come of this.

I'm saying I don't want to talk about it.

Okay. Okay, now, come on.

You drink up, and we'll go on home.

Come on, Willie. Let's go.

Now you just relax, boy.

Listen, I'll tell you what...

I hear tell there's a new girl down at the Lady Gay.

We'll get on down there tomorrow night, okay?

Yeah. What about now?

Oh, no, no. It's getting late.

You better get on home, where it's safe.

Hey, what's the matter, Willie? You afraid of Indians?

Say hello to the chief, Willie.

It's not funny.

Oh, what's the matter, Willie? Where's your sense of humor?

Hey, speaking of Injuns...

look who's coming.

Hey, Asper.

This here Indian a friend of yours?

What do you mean?

Well, I hear tell you lived with the Comanche.

Lived with them?

He's half-Comanche hisself.

Can't you tell?

Sure can, can't you?

Hey, Asper.

I hear tell Comanche eat dog. That true?

I guess it is.

Hey, Willie, come on. That's a joke.

Look, let's go down to the Lady Gay, huh?

Nope, nope. I'm going on home.

And you... don't you shy from no more wooden Indians, hear?

And make sure they are wooden Indians.

Caleb.

Caleb?

Caleb Nash.

Marshal, what are you gonna do about this?

All right, boys, I want you to break it up, move along now.

Go on home, all of you.

Nobody but an Indian would have done that.

Yeah, or somebody who wanted

to make it look like an Indian did it.

Yeah, but why Willie Scroggs?

I don't know why they'd pick on him.

I know he was a drunk and no good and everything, but...

why him?

Doc, I still don't think it was an Indian.

Well, you're about the only one

in the town that thinks that way, as you can see.

Now, you know this is the way trouble starts, Matt.

You-You've seen it happen before.

Yeah.

Quint's on his way down with the wagon, Matthew.

Thanks, Festus.

We... we heard about it, Marshal.

I understand you two were drinking with Willie

last night at the Long Branch, huh?

Well, yeah. Yeah, th-that's right, we were.

And you left with him?

That's right.

What happened then?

Well, we left the Long Branch, walked down the street.

He went one way, we went the other.

Ain't that right, George?

That's right.

You know anybody who'd want to kill him?

Of course not. Nobody.

He didn't have a fight, an argument, with anybody?

Not that I know of.

Everybody liked Willie, Marshal.

When's the last time you saw him alive?

It was... must have been about 10:00.

I guess it happened after that.

Marshal, you don't think it was us?

Course he don't.

It was Injuns who did it.

You know any Indians that'd have any reason to kill him?

They don't need no reason.

They just like to kill, that's all.

They just like to kill.

Whoa.

Give me hand, Festus?

- Quint. - Matt.

Hey, wait a minute. Marshal.

Last night, when we came out of the Long Branch,

we had words with him.

Then he came down this way, just ahead of Willie.

You were drunk last night, Foster,

but don't push me today when you're sober.

All I'm saying is you came this way

just ahead of Willie; now can you deny that?

I'm not denying anything!

Quint, take it easy.

Why don't you and Festus get this body out of here.

Hey, you gonna let him go?

That's right.

But it was an Indian who done it, just like him.

And you better do something about it.

Think those two had anything to do with it?

I don't know, Doc, do you?

No, I don't.

Quint, I'm sorry about this.

Don't pay too much attention to him, though. I don't.

I just remembered, Matt,

I did see somebody down here last night.

I thought I recognized him, but I guess I didn't.

Well, who'd you think it was?

I thought it was old Caleb Nash.

I knew him when I lived with the Comanches.

Caleb Nash is that old mountain man, ain't he?

Yeah.

Well, what would he be doing in town this time of year?

He's the old fella got the Comanche wife, ain't he?

Well, he did have; she died about a year ago.

Well, he wouldn't do a thing like this.

I don't know, Matt, but I sure thought I saw him.

Well, I always thought he was a harmless old fella.

And besides, I...

What could he have against Willie?

I'll tell you one thing... If there is gonna be

any Indian trouble, he'd sure know about it.

Yeah. And I know where he camps when he's around Dodge, too.

I think I'll go have a talk with him.

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♪♪

Just stand right there.

Oh, hello, Caleb.

Dillon.

Matt Dillon.

Well, Caleb, this the way you always greet your visitors?

That depends on what they come for.

Well, I came to ask you some questions.

Might have figured that.

Ever since you took up with the law,

you're always asking questions.

Help yourself to some coffee... it's hot.

Thanks.

Doing a little washing, huh?

Yeah.

Polecat rummaged through my camp last night.

I can't stand the smell of them.

Where were you?

Town.

Yeah. Quint said he thought he saw you.

Quint?

Yeah, the young fella that lives in town.

He used to live with the Comanches.

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

The young one.

Seen me, did he?

Well, didn't see him.

Course, my...

my eyes ain't as good as they used to be.

What were you doing in Dodge, Caleb?

I was getting supplies.

Just got down from the Nations yesterday.

Plum out of everything.

You, uh, didn't, by any chance,

get in some kind of ruckus last night, did you?

Somebody say I did?

I'm asking you.

Matt...

how's come you to take up with the law, anyway?

You're always... pestering a body.

Well, Caleb, I only pester somebody

when I figure maybe they broke that law.

What law have I broke now?

Showed a gun in the wrong saloon,

drank the wrong kind of firewater

and assaulted some dude, something desperate like that?

Well, I don't know that you've broken any law,

but if you have...

it's one a whole lot worse than that.

What are you driving at?

You ever know a man by the name of Willie Scroggs?

No, don't reckon I ever heard of him.

What's he done?

Went and got himself killed last night.

Indian style.

You mean somebody lifted his hair?

Right in Dodge.

Hey, that is something.

Probably done it wrong.

It's a lost art, you know.

Not many people know how to do that, not even the Indians.

Most of them never done it before.

Yeah, but you have.

Yeah, well, I...

lifted some hair in my time.

Been a while.

You sure, Caleb?

Spit it out.

You're usually out hunting with the Comanches this time of year,

not hanging around Dodge.

Well, I'm... I'm getting old, Matt.

Ain't much hunting no more.

Ain't like it used to be.

Comanche can't go far.

They got to stay in the Nations.

Ain't like it used to be at all, not at all since, uh...

Elk Woman.

Yes, I heard your wife had died.

I'm sorry about that.

Things ain't the same down there no more.

Ain't much to keep me there, so I...

thought I'd come on up here

and maybe find me some dude that I could guide for.

Can't tell. Might scare up a lone buffalo somewhere.

That was your only reason?

Matt, you, uh...

you ain't thinking I served this Scroggs fella, are you?

You're capable of it.

Sure, if I...

if I had the hate, but, like I say,

I never heard his name till just now.

Have you heard anything

that might have something to do with this?

Has there been any Indian trouble?

Ooh, no. Never heard nothing down in the Nations.

Uh, nothing at all.

Well, all right, thanks, Caleb.

You hear of anything that might be of help,

I'd sure appreciate it if you let me know.

Me help the law?

It's your polecat, Marshal; you skin it.

So long, Caleb.

Indeed.

Good morning, George.

Just want a can of baking soda. That's all I need today.

All right.

Say, wasn't that perfectly awful

what happened to poor William Scroggs.

He was a friend of yours, wasn't he?

Yes, ma'am.

Ah, frightens a poor body to death

to think a thing like that could happen right here

on the streets of Dodge.

Well, nobody's safe.

Do you really think it was an Indian?

Well, Mrs. Bell, it's, uh... it's almost got to be.

That's what everyone says who saw.

Did you?

Yes, ma'am.

Poor Willie.

Well, I told my Samuel he's got to be home before dark.

I don't want him taking any chances.

You never know who's gonna be next.

- Bye, George. - Good-bye.

What's the matter, George? You sick?

Oh, no, no. I'm just a little off my feet this morning.

Maybe you need a dose of calomel.

Oh, I'll be all right.

You sure look like you need something.

All right, all right. Any one of us could be next.

Who knows? The whole town could be attacked.

And what's the marshal doing about it?

Nothing that I can see.

Why doesn't he call out the Army and send 'em down to the Nations

and teach those redskins a lesson they won't forget?

Well, why wait for the Army?

What's the matter with us?! We lost our guts or something?

No, sir, not so you could notice it.

I heard talk there was gonna be a posse.

Sure. Sure, why not?

A little hunting party.

A little Injun hunting party.

Yeah. You yahoos liable to get more than you bargained for

down yonder in the Nations, I'll tell you that.

What's the matter with you, Festus?

You one of these Indian lovers or something?

I ain't got no special love for 'em

or no special hate neither.

But it sure don't call for no war,

even if it was did by a Injun, which it ain't proved yet.

How much proof do you and your marshal friend need anyhow?

Everybody else knows for sure!

Hey. Looky there!

He's got some nerve coming into town at a time like this.

Well, that's Old Charlie Lone Horse.

He could've been the one that done it.

He's brazen enough.

That's right. Well, what are we gonna do about it?

Wait a minute.

Everybody in Dodge knows him.

He wouldn't harm a fly.

He's an Injun, ain't he?

That's good enough for me.

Whoa, you better back off, Talbot.

Get out of my way, Festus.

Maybe you'd ought to put me out.

You think I can't?

What's going on here, Festus?

He was after Old Charlie Lone Horse.

Talbot, you done a lot of talking around this town.

But if you lay a hand on Old Charlie

or any other peaceable Indian, you're gonna be in trouble.

Marshal, you think we're just gonna stand around here

and wait for the next one to be scalped,

you got another think coming.

You leave Scroggs' murder to me.

Maybe you can tell which Indian is which,

but not me.

They all look the same to me.

All right, folks, break it up.

Move along.

Festus, maybe you can get Old Charlie out of town safe, huh?

All right, Matthew.

By golly, Matt, I'd say it's getting kind of serious.

There's a lot more folks shooting off their mouth

other than that Talbot, you know.

Yeah, I know it.

You got any suspects at all?

Well, I got one, Doc, and that's all it is, is a suspicion.

- Who is it? - Caleb Nash.

Why would he do it?

Well, it's just that; he doesn't have any reason that I know of.

I don't have any proof against him at all,

and I can't arrest a man on suspicion, you know.

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- Hello, Colonel. - Marshal.

What brings you to Dodge?

I think you'd be able to guess that.

You know the talk going around about a posse

invading Indian territory... You know what that would mean.

Well, nothing's happened so far, has it?

It had better not.

But, Marshal, I don't mean to interfere in your business,

but I want to impress on you the need to get this settled

as quickly as possible.

Now, Colonel, you don't think I want to drag it out, do you?

No, of course not.

Like a cup of coffee?

No, thanks.

You have a suspect?

Well, no, not really.

What do you mean, "not really"?

If you have one at all, anyone, arrest him.

That might be enough.

Now, Colonel, I can't arrest a man

without some pretty good proof, you know.

Murder's a serious charge.

Well... that's your business.

But if it comes to preventing an Indian war,

I should think you might be willing

to compromise your scruples a little.

Colonel, I'll just have to do as I see fit.

All right.

One more thing.

Don't know if it means anything or not.

I just received a letter from the Comanche agent

down at Darlington.

He mentions a rumor about an Indian being killed

by some white men down there in Indian territory.

When was this?

Oh, the letter was written about two weeks ago.

He said he'd check on it and report to me later.

There's no telegraph down there either, is there?

No. Even if I send an express, it would take maybe three days.

We don't have days.

Colonel, until somebody crosses that line down there,

it's my job and I'll handle it.

All right.

Good luck.

Thanks.

Mrs. Hewitt, George home?

Oh, no, Marshal, not yet.

Is anything wrong?

No, I just wanted to ask him

a few questions about Willie Scroggs.

Will he be home soon?

Well, I don't know.

Sometimes he has to work late.

Well, maybe I can catch him down at the store. Thank you.

You stop your shaking.

I can't help it.

Every time I remember what happened to Willie...

Listen, I keep telling you,

it was probably no more than just a coincidence.

It happened to Willie; it don't mean it's gonna happen to us.

Don't it?

You saw what was done; that wasn't no coincidence.

It could be you and me next.

That's crazy.

How does anybody know?

Buffalo Calf saw us.

Listen, now you stop stewing yourself over nothing.

Nothing's gonna happen to you or me.

Now, you just drink up and relax.

But, Harv, whoever did it is still around.

Now, we just knew who it was, we could protect ourselves.

You think maybe it's Quint Asper?

Well, then maybe we better kill him to make sure.

I couldn't do that.

Listen, you've already got one mark against you.

One more ain't gonna make no difference.

Well, you did the killing; I didn't.

Listen!

Now, we're both in this together.

If anybody finds out about it,

you're gonna hang just as high as me.

Besides, you did the other thing.

Hey, fellas.

You ain't signed up yet?

What for?

To go with the posse down to the Nations.

We're gonna learn them Injuns once and for all

to stay out of Dodge.

Yeah, well, uh... we probably will.

Probably? I should hope so.

You call yourself friends of Willie's.

Well, sure.

Sure, we'll go along.

All right.

I ain't ever going down there again as long as I live.

Well, you just may have to.

Now, come on.

You take another drink and pull yourself together.

Oh, I'm going home.

I don't like to be out on the streets after dark.

Look, I'm scared.

Beside, the wife will be looking for me.

You coming?

No. You go on home to the wife.

Gonna sit here and have me another drink.

♪♪

George?

George, what's the matter?

Nothing.

Oh. Is something wrong?

The marshal was here looking for you.

The marshal?

Said he wanted to ask you

some questions about Willie Scroggs.

Oh.

I'm sorry you ever got mixed up with that man.

I never did like him.

God rest his soul.

George?

Just leave me alone.

I had a hard day.

I want to rest.

What's that?

It's the chickens.

It's probably the Wilcox's dog got into the chickens again.

George, I wish you'd do something about that animal.

George!

All right. All right.

Oh, you.

The Comanche call me Dog Killer.

George?

George?

George?

Thank you.

Can I talk to her now?

Yeah, for a little while, Matt.

- Mrs. Hewitt? - Yes, Marshal?

I know how you feel right now,

but I'd like to ask you a few questions.

Course, I understand you've got to.

Mrs. Hewitt, did you see anything or anybody?

Well, when I first came out, I...

I-I thought I saw a figure crossing the yard.

Well, did you recognize him?

No. No, it was too dark.

I see.

Well, did your husband have any enemies?

No, none that I know of.

Did he ever mention a man by the name of Caleb Nash?

I-I don't think so. I never heard that name.

Old mountain man, used to live with the Indians?

I don't think he ever knew anyone like that.

Well, did he ever know any Indians?

George?

No, he didn't like Indians.

He was afraid of them, I think.

Did he ever travel down into the Indian territories?

Well, not that I ever heard of.

George wasn't very brave, you know.

Had he been anywhere with Willie Scroggs lately?

Yes, uh, they-they went hunting with Harv Foster.

It was sometime last month about three weeks ago.

And they were gone four days.

Did he say where they went on that trip?

No, George never told me very much.

But... he acted sort of funny when they came back.

He, uh... He-he was moody and upset,

and he-he didn't want to talk about the trip.

Said they didn't have any good hunting luck, and...

they didn't bring much back.

Why, Marshal?

Well, I'm not sure yet, Mrs. Hewitt.

But thanks very much.

See you later, Doc.

Who is it?

Matt Dillon.

Oh, I see you heard the news, huh?

It's already all over town.

Look, Marshal, you don't think I did it?

I don't think you did it, but I think

you may be next in line, and you're worried about it, too.

Now, you gonna tell me the story?

I don't know anything.

All right, then I'll tell you.

Month or so ago, you went on a hunting party

with George Hewitt and Willie Scroggs

down to the Indian Nations.

Now, something happened down there.

What was it?

Nothing.

Honest, Marshal, nothing at all.

I don't believe you.

Well, it was nothing to get sore about.

It was nothing to get sore about at all.

All right, what was it?

We just had a run-in with that Comanche chief, Buffalo Calf.

What kind of run-in?

Well, it was no reason to kill a man.

We was just down there hunting.

He caught us. He told us to get off the reservation.

All right, that was the law, and you knew it.

Well, he threatened to kill us if we didn't get off pronto.

- Well? - Well, so we did.

Well, he didn't have to come around here

killing Willie and George or me.

I heard there was an Indian

killed by a white man down there just about that time.

Well, if there was, I don't know anything about it.

He can't blame us. They got no proof.

Now, if that's why they come killing Willie and George,

Marshal, it ain't right; it ain't right at all.

And you got to do something about it.

It's that Buffalo Calf who did it, that's who.

And you got to get him, Marshal.

You got to get him before he gets me.

Now, I didn't do nothing!

Did you ever hear of man by the name of Caleb Nash?

- Who? - An old mountain man.

Did you see anybody of that type down there with Buffalo Calf?

I didn't see nobody but redskin.

That's all, Marshal.

All right.

You better stay here till I get back.

Listen, Marshal, you better get him.

You better get that Buffalo Calf.

I'll tell you, he's the one.

You hear me, Marshal?!

- Doc. - Learn anything?

Well, it's taking shape.

Caleb Nash, huh?

Well, maybe and maybe not.

I don't know yet, Doc, but it won't be long.

Are you going somewhere?

Out into the Nations, Doc.

Well, what for?

Well, I got to talk to an Indian

by the name of Buffalo Calf.

He's supposed to be the killer.

Well, you shouldn't go down there alone,

especially if he's the killer.

Well, Doc, got to get it settled one way or another.

You've been over at the Long Branch tonight?

No.

You ought to hear the talk over there.

They're planning to have up a posse by sundown tomorrow.

Well, if they do, there'll be a fight,

and you'll be right in the middle of it.

I might have the answer by then.

Well, my gosh, Matt, ain't you taking somebody with you?

Yeah.

Caleb Nash.

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Caleb?

Come on up, Matt.

Oh. You expecting me?

I heard about that other fella.

You think I slit his throat?

I came here to ask you for help.

Help? I don't care nothing about the law.

Well, you care about the Comanches, don't you?

At least, you used to.

Caleb, there's gonna be a lot of big trouble

unless we can get it stopped right now.

What do you expect me to do about that?

Just one thing: take me to Buffalo Calf.

You can find Buffalo Calf on your own.

I got business here.

Caleb, it won't take you more than a day or two at the most.

Now, I'm asking you.

Seem awful set on this.

I am. I want you with me.

For protection or for something else?

Let's just say for support...

Buffalo Calf's a friend of yours... in case there's trouble.

All right.

Think we can find him?

Won't have to.

We just cross that line, he'll find us.

Come on and help me with my stuff.

I don't see any sign.

You won't. He don't leave any.

Well, maybe he's out hunting somewhere.

No, he's around somewheres.

We'll make camp up here at the next water.

Caleb, your coffee is almost bad as mine.

Well, cooking ain't my specialty.

Elk Woman always took care of that.

How'd she die, Caleb?

Oh, I don't know.

She just took down with something.

I don't know what.

Ain't no doctors out here in the Comanche country.

You know, I was sorry to hear about it.

Happens to all of us sometime.

It ain't so bad when it comes your time to go.

You didn't hear anything about these rumors

of some white men killing an Indian?

Hear a lot of rumors; don't pay 'em no heed.

Well, you did know about this, then?

Maybe.

But you didn't connect it up

with any of those killings in Dodge?

Nope.

Didn't you stop to think that it might lead to a lot of trouble,

maybe an Indian uprising?

Like I told you, Marshal, that's your polecat.

Yeah, but you could help me skin it, if you would.

Well, you got your wish, Matt.

Buffalo Calf's here.

But maybe you ain't gonna like him so good.

Just sit.

You might try pouring yourself some more coffee.

That's him.

Tell him who I am.

He knows who you are.

Then maybe you know why I'm here, Buffalo Calf.

The killing.

Two men were killed in Dodge.

Murdered and scalped.

Do you know anything about it?

Only two?

The other's still alive.

Were they the three men that you turned back from here?

They asked to die.

Other man will die, too.

You know who did it?

Not know.

But you can guess.

You cannot save life of other man.

It's my job to find out who he was

and bring him back, so he can be punished for what he did.

Kin of dead do that... Our custom.

Your custom has to change; it's against the law.

Our ways! Our law!

But you're living under the white man's law now.

Revenge killing is bad... It only leads to more trouble.

It's better to let the law punish.

There ain't no law for some crimes.

Tell me about the Indian that was killed down here.

You not know?

No.

Buffalo Calf has some blame for killing.

Did not drive white man out of Indian land.

You mean the same three men?

Did not drive them out, did not kill them.

What happened?

They find Indian girl.

Young, pretty, alone.

Pick berries.

Girl fight, but they three men strong.

They take her.

I see.

But they not know... two girls.

Other girl see, run, get help.

Help come, too late.

Girl fight hard, but they kill.

Help come, she already dead.

But the other girl saw who it was?

Girl saw.

Did anybody else see?

I cannot say.

Buffalo Calf, you've got to say.

It wasn't any girl that killed those two men.

Now, you've got to tell me.

You must learn from another.

Buffalo Calf, do you realize how serious this is?

Could lead to a war with the bluecoats.

Now, you've got to help me prevent that.

I told you you might not like him so good.

All right, then I'll tell you.

It had to be a man who'd spent a lot of time

living with the Comanches.

And yet a man who could come into Dodge City

without attracting too much attention,

find his men and kill them.

A white man.

You was a fool to come down here, Matt.

Expect him to be on your side.

He's a Comanche.

So was she.

Yeah.

And so are you, in a way, too, aren't you?

Maybe.

But you weren't thinking about the Comanches very much

when you murdered Hewitt and Scroggs.

You weren't thinking about what might happen

to the whole Comanche Nation.

If you'd have had any sense,

you'd have come to me with this thing,

identified this man and let me handle it.

This way, you're gonna hurt a lot of people... your own people.

My people?

Maybe, in a way.

Then why didn't you come to me?

There's one thing you didn't ask: who was the girl?

Ask him what her name was.

Little Elk Woman.

Your daughter?

My only child.

Now you ask me why I done it.

I'm sorry, Caleb.

I saw the men.

But they was on their horses and running.

But I got a good enough look at them to know

that I could find them someday.

That's when I headed for Dodge.

You should've still let me handle it.

Whenever has your law

convicted a white man for killing an Indian?

I don't trust your law.

And what need is there for law in something like this?

Any man that didn't track that scum down and do them in

doesn't deserve to call himself a man.

Don't you understand what you've done?

You've started something that can lead

to a lot of bloodshed and misery for your own friends.

I didn't start it.

They did.

You're a man, Matt.

I ask you to judge me as a man... Not as a lawman...

But as a man.

You tell me that I did wrong if you can.

Yes, Caleb, you did wrong.

And you're gonna pay for it.

Not just yet.

There's one more fella to serve.

You, uh...

you shouldn't have come down here with me, Matt.

I came down here to get the truth, and I got it.

But what you gonna do now?

You think he's gonna let you take me in?

He will if he's as smart as I think he is.

If he cares as much for his own people as I think he does.

'Cause he knows I speak the truth.

Unless I take this man back

to Dodge and explain to people what's happened,

there's gonna be more trouble.

Maybe even a war...

with white men coming down here to kill Indians.

And do you think you're gonna take me back to Dodge,

stand trial under your law?

You felt justified in killing those men.

Why worry about the law now?

You think I'm crazy?

Do you think they would show me any mercy

after the way I done them two in?

Maybe if I'd have just put a bullet between their eyes,

but now... now I'm an Indian.

Or even worse.

I'm not going back with you, Matt.

I'm going back by myself,

and I'm gonna get that... that Foster fella.

He's the worst one.

Foster's gonna answer to the law.

Sure. Might even do a few years in prison...

If they convict him.

I'm gonna take care of him myself.

Hold it.

Caleb, you're under arrest.

You're going back to town with me.

You think he's gonna let you shoot me down?

I'll find out if I have to.

Then you're gonna have to.

You?

It was written in treaty:

no more killing.

Now it must be white man's law.

Then I'm glad.

I'm glad it's done.

I'm sorry, Caleb.

But I'll promise you one thing.

Foster will be punished for what he did.

- That's Buffalo Calf! - Marshal!

I tell you, that's him!

You got a lot of gall bringing them redskins here!

That's him. That's the one Foster said did the killings.

Well, what are we waiting for? Come on, let's string 'em up!

Now, hold on a minute here.

So happens he's not the killer, but I know who is.

- Who? Where is he? - He's dead and buried.

Buffalo Calf here killed him.

It was Caleb Nash.

Nash? How do we know you're telling the truth, Marshal?

How do we know you're just not putting us off?

Buffalo Calf,

any of these men the ones you turned back?

That one.

Buffalo Calf, ask her if she recognizes

any of the men that killed Little Elk Woman.

Marshal, what's this all about?

Well, Foster, you're under arrest.

What for?

For the murder of Caleb Nash's Comanche daughter.

Well, she's lying, Marshal.

I didn't have anything to do with it.

Well, you're not gonna take the word of a...

of an Indian over a white man, are you?

Let's go.

No, Marshal, you can't do it.

It was only an Indian.

You can't hang a white man for that; it was only an Indian!

Marshal... Marshal, no, it was only an Indian.

Marshal, they can't hang me for that!

You can't hang a white man for that.

No, Marshal. Marshal, listen to me!

It was only an Indian!

They're not even human, Marshal!

Marshal, you can't hang me for that.

Marshal, it was only an Indian.