Original subtitles

Doesn't make much sense, does it, George?

No, Dan, not when you know that Ranse

goaded him into drawing first to make it legal.

I wished we'd stayed in the East, Dan.

Every day I'm afraid I'll hear that you're the one that's been shot.

Kind of hard to get into a gunfight, Mary,

especially when I don't carry a gun.

Is everybody ready for church?

♪

What's the matter with you, Charlie?

You look like you've been eating some of your own cooking.

Oh, of all the dad-blasted towns for us to lay over in... Sweet Sabbath.

I've been meaning to tell you about that place.

You'd better watch your step when we pull into Sweet Sabbath.

Now, ain't that a name for a town?

I don't reckon a man could get whiskey in a town that sounds that respectable.

That's just the point. It's not that respectable.

This town is wide open. Saloons, gambling, the whole works.

And you'd better not get far away from your gun when we get there.

They play at that game too.

Oh, a man's liable to run up against anything. Ha, ha, ha!

Come on. Get this team moving, will ya?

I can walk faster on my hands. Brownie! Nellie!

Hello there, Dan. Good noon, Dr. Quade.

Let me give you a hand. Oh, that's all right.

They handle real nice and easy before you put the body in.

There you are. Seen Marshal Manion this morning?

No, I haven't,

but I heard he rode into town last night.

Seemed like he was a bit upset

about all the killings in his territory.

Yes, sir, they are getting pretty bad.

A fellow can hardly get these made up fast enough.

Afternoon, gentlemen. Hello there, son.

Dan, meet Flint McCullough. He's scout for that wagon train that's coming in.

Happy to know you. Good to know you.

I hope you're not planning on our people using these.

We've got a pretty friendly group this trip.

No, son, I'm afraid these are for some of our own.

McCullough.

Yeah? The major wants to know where to line up.

Tell him to pull his wagon to the head of the street down there.

The rest of the wagons can circle up on the outside of the town.

Right.

Well, Doctor, I won't be seeing you again.

I'm hitting the trail as soon as I report back to the major.

I'm sorry. Thanks. Good to see you.

Good to meet you. My pleasure.

Thanks for the help, Dan.

There's the marshal. Thank you, Doctor.

Hello, Marshal. Got word you wanted to see me.

Thanks for coming in. How's the family, Dan?

Oh, they're fine. Put the kids on the feed scale the other day,

and they weighed 87 pounds together.

Saturday was Johnny's birthday. Three years old. Mary baked him a big cake.

You know what he wanted? Marshal Manion to come shoot out his candles.

Well, what I wanted to talk to you about, Dan...

seems like every time I leave one of my towns, trouble starts.

Now, it's impossible for one man

to take care of seven towns the way they're growing,

so what I aim to do is appoint a deputy in each one.

That way the towns will be under law all the time. They'll be safer to live in.

Sounds like a good idea. People have been talking about it.

How do you and Jason Ranse get along?

Personally? Yeah.

We don't have any arguments personally. I just don't like his methods.

Do you think he respects you?

I don't know about that. Ranse knows that I don't like trouble.

But I find that most people won't bother you too much if you stay out of their way.

I'll get to the point, Dan. I've decided that you're the man

I'm gonna appoint as my deputy here in Sweet Sabbath.

I think that's a bad choice, Marshal.

Oh, I don't think so. You're the most liked man in town.

I just don't like messes and guns and fights.

I'm a family man.

You've got to protect your family.

Family to protect, family to live for...

I don't see where the two get together.

Besides, I've never owned a gun or used one in my life.

Well, I've got to respect your feelings.

If a man doesn't want to be a lawman, you can't force him, I guess.

Hold it, Constable. I'm liable to have to flatten you.

DAN: Seth Adams! Where did you come from?

That's my wagon train.

What the devil are you doing way out here? Sheriffing?

No, just a family man. This is our marshal.

Ed Manion, Seth Adams. Howdy, Marshal. Glad to meet you.

Did you say "constable"?

I sure did. Last time I saw this fellow,

he was wearing one of them hard blue hats,

big enough to hold a peck of potatoes.

And brash... He was one of the smartest,

freshest young whippersnappers of a constable

that ever whirled a stick in the city of New York.

I can tell you more stories...

Oh, uh, anyhow, Marshal,

I guess you've already heard that we're gonna spend a couple of days in your town.

We've got to replenish our supplies

and give our stock a little rest.

You never told me you were a policeman, Dan.

You never asked me.

Here I've been worrying myself sick about finding

a proper deputy for this town,

and he's just convinced me that he and guns were strangers.

Who said we weren't?

You are fooling?

When I was a policeman in New York, we didn't carry guns.

Oh?

Like I told you, Marshal, I'm the wrong man for the job.

Well, you may be right, Dan.

I wish I had a family.

But a man that has to wear a gun never should, I guess.

Thanks anyway, Dan. I'll be back in about a week,

and maybe you and the others can think of someone good for the job.

Mr. Adams, I hope you and your people have a nice stay here.

Thank you, Marshal.

Say, Dan, what are you trying to do?

Cover up some of your past from the folks here? Excuse me, Major.

Charlie, I want you to shake hands with an old friend of mine.

Dan Hogan, Charlie Wooster.

Nice to meet you. Happy to know you.

Let's get back to what we were talking about.

What's the idea of telling these people

that you never have been a fighting man?

Solid citizen. Family man. I just don't want nothing to do with fighting.

What's the point?

Boy, is Mary gonna be surprised to hear that you're in town.

About that family of yours... What am I gonna have to do?

Invite myself out to get to see them?

You never used to need a special invitation.

What's so special about now?

I've got to run some groceries out to Mary.

But I won't tell her you're in town. We'll surprise her.

All right, but when?

When I come back, I'll meet you at the saloon.

A saloon? A family man?

Can't a couple of old friends have a little private celebration?

I don't know anybody that deserves it any more than you and I do.

Good. Charlie, very nice meeting you. See you in an hour.

All right, Dan.

I'm sorry to cut you off like that, Big Charlie,

but I haven't seen that fellow in I don't know when.

It wasn't anything important. I just wanted to tell you I had the wagons circled up.

I was gonna break an iron-clad resolution of mine and buy you a drink.

You, buy me a drink? Ha, ha, ha.

I'd be a fool not to take advantage of

a once-in-a-lifetime proposition like that, Charlie.

'Cept I don't know that it's quite fair

to get an hour's head start on Dan Hogan.

I don't remember you've ever mentioned him before.

Charlie, there's a lot of things I never mentioned to you before.

What'd you think? I spent all my life in the army? Well, I didn't.

You know, back in '59, before the war,

Bill Hawks and I spent quite a little time in that big town of New York.

Yeah?

ADAMS NARRATING: And when you're in the big city with nothing to do,

time can get pretty heavy on your hands.

So just to keep from getting too bored and, well,

maybe just pick up an extra dollar or two,

we got interested in the prizefighting game.

We had a big, powerful pugilist

we named the Tinsmith who'd been pretty lucky for us.

Out of 12 matches, not one of his opponents

had managed to last more than a minute.

About the time it was getting pretty hard to find anybody

brave enough to get in the ring with him,

we heard about a young policeman named Hogan.

Not only was he willing to meet our boy,

but the word got around that Hogan had a secret weapon.

We set up the match on Staten Island, where it wasn't likely

we'd have any interference from the police.

Quiet! Quiet, please! Quiet!

Now let's have three cheers for the Tinsmith.

Hip, hip... Hooray!

Hip, hip... Hooray!

Hip, hip... Hooray!

Now let's have three...

Where's Hogan? Where's the constable?

Where's his manager?

He doesn't have a manager. He set this deal himself.

What do you mean, he doesn't have a manager?

What kind of a bum is he? Where is he? Do you know?

Down by the shore talking to some girl.

A girl? I'd better go get him.

Get a blanket on our boy. We don't want him to freeze to death.

Here.

When I think about what might happen to you up there in that ring,

I just can't bear to watch it.

You weren't exactly supposed to be a spectator.

How did you find me anyway?

I can't imagine the commissioner telling you.

Oh, Dan, that's not funny.

If Dad even knew you were here,

you'd not only be out of a job

but you'd be behind bars in your own station.

And so would half of the 21st Precinct

standing around that ring.

Whatever you do, don't let them see you.

If word gets out about this fight, they're liable to blame you for it.

Word's not gonna get out, Dan,

because there isn't gonna be a fight.

What?

I'm not fooling, Dan.

I've waited three years for you to save up that money.

And if you think I'm gonna wait another three years

after you lose it tonight, you're sadly mistaken.

Mary, you don't understand.

I'm not gonna lose.

Oh, Dan.

You're not a pugilist.

Just because you've had some small success in the police gymnasium...

Why, did you see the size of that beast up there?

Mary, if you don't have faith in me, how could you think about marrying me?

But this is different.

No, it isn't. Not a bit.

A woman has got to have faith in the man she's going to marry,

no matter what he does.

Mary,

if you believe in me right now, I can go up there and win.

And then we'll have a real stake.

Not just $500.

That wouldn't any more just get us out to the Wyoming Territory.

I can get four to one odds.

That's $2,000.

And then we'll make a real start.

Mr. Hogan,

if you're gonna fight that man that's inside that ring,

now's the time to do it.

Otherwise, I'd advise you to get back on the boat

or you're gonna have to fight all the men outside the ring.

You hear that, honey?

I can't back out now.

I can't let the boys in the precinct down.

Oh.

Mr. Adams, I'd like to have you to know Mary Richards.

Richards?

Yes. Undoubtedly you've heard of her father, John, the police commissioner.

Um, yes, yes, of course I have.

Uh, how do you do, Miss Richards?

Don't worry about her, Mr. Adams.

Miss Richards and I are going to be married just as soon as

just as soon as I finish off your, uh,

Tinsmith.

Well, young man, if you'd like to, uh,

make use of that paper stuff you've got in your hat there

to back up your tone of confidence, I'm sure I could accommodate you.

Is 500 enough?

Just right.

Four to one odds?

That's the going rate, yes.

Now, Mr. Logan, if we may proceed with the business at hand,

providing Miss Richards will excuse us.

I'll be right there, sir.

Mary,

I love you.

Good luck.

( ( chattering Quiet!

Quiet! Quiet!

Quiet! Quiet! Quiet!

Quiet! Quiet! Quiet! Quiet!

When Seth Adams tells you you're going to see a prizefight,

you're gonna see a prizefight!

All right. Now presenting for your approval,

from Manhattan, a man who's won

his last 12 straight fights,

the Tinsmith!

And over here,

also from Manhattan,

a man whose friends say he is a great fighting man,

the Constable!

Hold it, gentlemen. Quiet.

There's only one rule in this fight,

and that's this:

If one of these boys get knocked down so hard

that he can't get up again, the fight's over.

One other thing. Hold it.

If one of these boys get knocked outside the ring,

it's up to you gentlemen to push him back in.

All bets in now? All bets?

When I ring the bell, you come out fighting.

Come on, boys!

Come on! Come on!

Stand still. How do you expect me to hit you if you won't stand still?

Come on, Tinsmith!

Come on, Tinsmith!

Come on, come on!

Come on, Tinsmith! Come on! Come on!

Get up and fight!

Looks like we've got it made. We've got it made.

Hey, Constable.

Hey, Constable, when are you gonna start fighting?

Now.

Come on, Tinsmith!

Come on! Get in there, man!

Give me 2,500.

Payoff.

Hogan,

Here's... 2,500.

You'd better count it.

No thank you, sir. I trust you.

Hogan, just one question...

Correct me if I'm wrong, but it appeared to me

that you could've taken my boy anytime you wanted to, right?

That's right, sir. Anytime after the first second.

Then why did you hold back? Why take that beating?

Some friends of mine out there, Mr. Adams,

who risked an awful lot to see me fight tonight.

Least I could do was make sure they got their money's worth.

Confidentially, sir,

at one point I thought I waited just a little bit too long.

You know, Hogan, you're quite a man.

And if that isn't the fastest fist in the world,

then I'd hate to be in front of the one that is.

You know what we can do? We can build up that slogan:

"The fastest fists in the world."

We'll make it famous from one end of this country to the other.

My boy, you can be world champion before you know it.

No? No thank you, sir.

I've got other plans.

Oh, Miss Richards, huh?

Yes, sir.

You've done an awful lot for me tonight, sir.

The least I could do in return is buy you a drink

and give you a chance to try to talk me into it.

But I warn you, it won't do you any good.

Well, son, the least a good loser can do is accept your offer.

I'm with you. Thank you, sir.

Seth, the Tinsmith's coming to. What'll I tell him?

Oh, uh,

well, give him $5 and tell him he lost.

Needless to say, that was the end

of my very short career in the prizefight game.

So you couldn't talk Hogan into it, huh?

No, I didn't want to, really.

Not after I got to know Mary better.

I couldn't blame him for not wanting to give her up,

and that's exactly what it would've meant too.

No, they're wonderful people, both of them. Just wonderful.

We got to be real good friends before they left New York.

Major? Hey, Major, have I got some good news for you.

Guess who's living right here in Sweet Sabbath?

Dan Hogan, the fastest fists in the world.

Why don't you shut up?

Major, I thought that expensive trip we took to Staten Island

was one thing out of our past you'd never talk about.

Well, I didn't talk about it too much, but you know big-mouth here.

Who's in charge of this wagon?

I am, mister. I'm Seth Adams. What can I do for you?

You can get this one out of my way

before it gets chopped up for firewood.

Oh? Who might you be?

Jason Ranse.

So?

How do you expect me to use my hitching rail?

Looked to me like the house was closed up. I didn't think anybody lived there.

I do, when I'm in town, and I'm in town.

I can see that.

Well, we'll move the wagon for you, mister.

Charlie, hitch up the horses.

I didn't say anything about waiting for you to hitch up a team, pal.

You just move that wagon now.

I don't think I'd talk to the major that way, Mr. Ranse.

You don't like it? No, I don't like it.

And there's a hundred men in this train that don't like it either.

'Course, that might not be the exact count,

but it's approximate. Bill, come on.

Never mind. Come on. We're in the wrong.

Our wagon's parked in front of the man's hitching rack. We'll move it.

Come on, Charlie, give us a hand. Give us a hand, boys.

That's it.

♪

Jason,

there's Cliff Shields back at the crap table.

Oh, I figured we'd find him here. Let's see how his luck's running.

Take it easy, Jason. Keep your head.

Oh, I will, I will.

Craps again. That cleans me, Ed.

Well, I'll give you a chance to get even, Cliff.

You've still got the dice, and your credit's good.

I'd better not. That's all the money I've got anyway.

Oh, now, you can't roll craps four times in a row.

The odds are with you. Go ahead.

All right.

Thousand? All right.

Hello, Shields.

Mr. Ranse.

Looks like you could use some fresh money.

No, thanks. We're just having a friendly game.

Too bad, Cliff. Riding light too, huh?

I haven't seen anyone roll craps

four times in a row in a month of Sundays.

Go on, Cliff. You're covered for another thousand.

No, Ed, I can't. RANSE: Why, sure, Cliff. Go ahead.

Why, that herd of yours is more than enough to cover a loss like that.

Little Joe. Tough point.

Haven't seen such a run of tough luck.

I'm sorry, Cliff. Thanks for letting me try anyway, Ed.

Well, no sense in you quitting just because you lost the dice.

You fade me. You're good for it.

No, I'm in way over my head. I've got to quit.

Can I give you an I.O.U.? Oh, sure.

$2,000, huh, Cliff?

I could save you that trouble.

Just sell me that herd I tried to buy. I'll pay you the cash right now.

You can walk away from here clean.

I told you, Mr. Ranse, they're not for sale. My deal's with Ed.

I'll give you 2,500 for that piece of paper, Ed, cash, right now.

I couldn't do that, Mr. Ranse.

Give him the money, Luke.

Give it to him.

That wouldn't be fair.

$500 profit isn't fair?

Give me that paper.

I just bought it. Give it to me.

Better do what he says, Ed, and save yourself a lot of trouble later on.

Goodbye, Ed.

I'm sorry, Cliff. I said goodbye.

An I.O.U. is payable on demand.

I'm demanding.

You know I can't make that good now.

I know you can. I can't sell my herd. They're all I've got.

I'm not asking to buy them anymore, Shields.

This paper says you owe me money, and you can settle it. That's what I'm asking.

What if I refuse?

You know as well as I do what happens to a man

who tries to welsh on a gambling debt.

I'm not welshing. I worked hard to build up that herd.

If you want cattle, why don't you go east and buy them?

What are you trying so hard for mine for?

That's prize stock, Shields. I want them.

You owe me money. It's an honest deal.

"Honest deal."

Are you saying I'm not honest?

What would you call it?

Nobody says that to me without backing it up.

You're not fooling anybody, Ranse.

You'd like to see me dead so you'd have no trouble cashing in that paper for my herd.

What's the matter?

A friend of mine over there.

You like to gamble, Shields. Come on, take your chance.

I'll give you time for that. Hold it, Ranse.

Cliff's no match for you, and you know it.

Keep out of this, Hogan.

Your friend tried to cheat me.

I know Cliff, and I know you.

I don't believe you. Who cares what you believe?

You've got three seconds, Shields. Three.

One, two, three.

Better go home, Cliff.

This what you're looking for, mister?

George, I'd like you to meet an old friend of mine from back East, Seth Adams.

Hiya, George. Howdy.

The head of the wagon train that just stopped over here,

so don't try to push any of that cheap stuff off on him.

Sure, Dan. Nothing but the best.

I'm sorry about what happened. I hope it doesn't cause you any trouble.

No trouble for me, Dan.

It's you I'm thinking of.

You're a nice fellow, Hogan. I'm gonna feel sorry for your widow.

Mr. Hogan,

whether you like it or not, you've just traded places with your friend Shields.

But I don't carry a gun, Mr. Ranse.

I'll give you till 1:00 tomorrow to start.

'Cause with or without a gun, I'll shoot you dead where I find you.

There isn't much choice there, is there?

I'll give you a choice, Mr. Hogan.

You be on that 1:00 stage tomorrow,

you stay alive.

♪

Would you like to talk now, Dan?

Sure, dear. About anything in particular?

About Jason Ranse.

It hasn't been a very successful secret.

No, I guess it hasn't.

There isn't anyone for miles around who hasn't heard about what happened this afternoon.

The news reached me before you were home. What are you gonna do?

I don't know. I can't let him bluff me.

But it isn't your quarrel, Dan. It's between Jason and Cliff.

Cliff is my friend.

I couldn't let him be killed.

And you?

I didn't think about that.

It just happened.

Am I not a friend of yours, Dan?

The children, are they not your friends?

Mary, that's different. Is it different, Dan?

You're not just a part of our lives. You're all of it.

I don't care about Cliff Shields!

Now, I don't believe that.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean it to sound that way.

Mary, listen... Oh, I've listened enough, Dan.

Jason Ranse is gonna kill you, just like he's killed

everyone who's faced him up until now.

I've heard the hands talking.

It's like an election in New York.

Or like the time you fought the Tinsmith.

What are they saying?

They're betting their wages

that you won't run from Jason Ranse.

They're betting that you won't be on

that stagecoach tomorrow that leaves at 1:00.

They respect you, Dan... Maybe too much.

They're betting on how brave you'll be,

but they aren't betting anything that you'll survive.

Looks like they know me pretty well, huh?

Oh, Dan, promise me you won't meet Jason tomorrow.

I can't promise.

Then go to him. Tell him anything.

Crawl on your knees for our sakes. I won't care.

Could you live with me if I did?

Oh, I could live with you any place.

Any place at all!

Are you there, Dan?

Come in, Cliff.

Evening, Mary. Hello, Cliff.

I've got to talk to you, Dan,

but I want you to understand that I'm not drunk.

I didn't say you were. I've had a few drinks,

but not enough to drown it.

It's still my fight with Ranse.

That's what I came here to say.

Excuse me. I'll get some coffee.

Sit down. Take it easy.

I'm scared, Dan.

I was never this scared in my whole life.

I understand that. Everyone gets scared.

I shouldn't have been a-feared this afternoon.

I made up my mind not to back down.

If you hadn't stepped in, this whole thing would've been over.

Maybe it would, but you'd be dead.

A lot easier than this way...

Hiding behind my best friend.

Have you got anything to drink in the house?

Sure.

I guess you've lost all respect for me,

haven't you, Dan?

I'm just a weak man.

I don't pretend to judge anyone.

Can't even judge myself right now.

Sure, Charlie, we can move in on Ranse. Kill him and all his men.

Solve the problem real easy. But it isn't that simple.

I don't see that it's any different than what happened this afternoon

when he started giving the major trouble.

Just because you're friends of the major's,

you told Ranse what to expect if he didn't behave.

Now, this fellow Hogan, he's a friend of yours too. What's the difference?

You'd best forget the whole thing.

Why does it have to be so all-fired complicated?

Well, I've been asking myself the same question

for some time now, Charlie.

Here we've just come through a war,

people killing each other just because

they happen to think differently

or are on different sides of a certain question.

But that's all right, 'cause there was a war on.

Now if you kill a man,

even if it's for the same reasons,

it's against the law...

Except where one man

challenges another man's honor,

like Hogan did when he knocked Ranse down.

Then they got to shoot it out.

And that's supposed to be all right,

because it's all part of an unwritten code.

A code? Who thinks them up?

Oh, people.

People a long time ago decided that

it was better to be brave than...

than it was to be alive.

That is, if they had a choice.

Maybe they're right. I don't know.

'Cause nobody's argued much against that way of thinking

for hundreds of years.

But that's the reason that we can't take matters

in our own hands here in Sweet Sabbath...

Because Ranse gave Hogan a choice.

Now it's up to Hogan to decide

whether he's gonna die trying to prove how brave he is

or whether he's gonna run away and be called a coward.

People right here in this town,

they can stop Ranse the same as we could,

but they won't do it.

And the reason they won't do it is because they've got to wait

and find out for themselves whether they want to respect Dan Hogan

or whether they want to brand him a coward.

Doesn't make any difference if they're all cowards themselves,

or even if Hogan hasn't got a chance against Ranse.

No, sir. People.

People make the rules, and we're all gonna abide by them, I guess.

Whether we like to admit it to ourselves or not,

we all do an awful lot of things just because

people have come to accept those things being done just that way.

It sure is all-fired complicated.

Yeah, it sure is.

Hello, George.

Heard you wanted to see me.

Yeah, Luke, I do.

What about? Dan Hogan.

Nice fellow, Hogan. Too bad about him.

Doesn't have to be, does it?

I'm afraid it does.

Not if you stop Ranse.

I don't think that drink's gonna help our discussion very much.

Wait a minute, Luke. Can't help you, George.

Luke,

a bartender sees a lot of things,

learns things about people they don't even know themselves

or won't admit.

For instance?

For instance, I know you're not like Ranse.

You don't approve of some of the things he does.

I've seen it in your face.

Ranse hates himself so much, he doesn't care if everybody else hates him too,

but you're not like that.

You're a pretty smart man, bartender.

I hate Jason Ranse's guts. Now what do you want to talk about?

You've got influence with him. He'll listen to you.

Talk him out of this crazy thing with Hogan.

What's in it for me?

Self-respect.

The gratitude of everybody in this town. Friends.

Wouldn't you like to ride down the street

and have everybody speak to you for a change?

Be friends with you, like they are with Hogan?

When Hogan gets on that stage tomorrow...

And he will...

How many friends do you think he's gonna have around here then, George?

Why, they'll spit at him.

If you call Ranse off, it'll never come to that.

George,

you may see a lot of things from behind that bar,

but you don't see everything.

If you did, you'd see I have a price, and it's not spelled "friends."

I've had them before.

All the friends you've got in this town couldn't pay me what Jason Ranse does.

That's my price, George... money.

As long as Ranse pays me what he does, and that's real good,

I'm his boy.

Not his friend, just his boy.

Oh, uh, what do I owe you?

It's on the house.

Was that Cliff I just saw leaving?

Don't worry about him. His horse knows the way home even if he doesn't.

Oh, Dan, why did you let him drink so much?

Why didn't you make him drink the coffee?

He didn't need coffee, Mary.

It wouldn't help his kind of trouble.

He's sick with fear and breaking up inside. I couldn't stand to watch.

Are you so strong, Dan, that you can afford to bear everybody's troubles?

I didn't say I was strong.

I might be just as weak as Cliff in my own way.

You want to know how weak you are? Because I know better than anybody.

You're so weak that you'll cry and shed real tears

if you think that one of the children is gonna die,

like the time that Jimmy fell off the horse and lay unconscious for two days.

And you're so weak that you stayed up two days and a night

with a cow in a hard birth because she was in pain and needed help,

and you can't stand to see an animal suffer.

That's how weak you are.

And I know how strong you are too.

You're so strong that tomorrow at 1:00

you're gonna be on that stage with your family

because you know we need you alive,

even though it means bearing up under accusations

from everybody in this town, even your ranch hands

who've come to love and respect you.

It isn't weakness, Dan,

for a man to give up the love and respect

of his friends for someone else.

I'm the weak one to ask you to do it.

Mary,

pick out the things you want to take.

Have Frank help you pack them.

We'll meet the stage tomorrow.

Hold it, Dan!

Hi, Seth.

What the devil are you trying to do?

Scare all the crows away from here?

If you were watching, you saw I couldn't even scare that canteen.

I was watching.

Where'd you get this relic?

My foreman, Frank Quinn.

I came out here to lend you my gun, Dan,

'cause you told me you didn't have one of your own.

But I don't think it'll make that much difference to you.

Truthfully, Seth, I don't know why I was out here with this one.

Unless it was just to remind me how useless it is for me

to try to draw against a professional like Ranse.

You're gonna take that stage, huh?

"Run away," I believe is the term.

I didn't say that.

I know you're not a coward,

and I think I know exactly why you're doing this.

But what gets me is that a man like you

can be put in a position where you're made to look like something you're not.

And this so-called civilization of ours

will allow a four-flusher like Ranse to do it to you and get away with it.

Listen to me, Dan.

I've got enough guns on my train to take care

of a hundred Jason Ranses.

You just say the word, and right or wrong

we'll start changing the way people think around this place.

I knew I could depend on you, Seth, if I'd asked you,

but it just isn't gonna change anything...

Not the way people think nor what's inside of me.

You know, if Marshal Manion were here right now, he'd stop Ranse.

Still nothing would be changed.

Oh, I know, Dan.

I made the same speech myself last night, only longer, I guess.

You know, Ranse will serve one good purpose, though:

When Frank starts to sell my property after I'm gone,

it'll be Ranse who'll buy my stock.

Well, that's just dandy.

Thanks anyway.

All right, Dan.

Dan, I...

Yes, Frank?

I want you to know I understand even if some of the boys don't.

I appreciate it. And don't worry.

I'll get the best price I can for everything.

Just let me know where you'll be when you light.

Sure.

I want you to run outside and play while I get your sister dressed.

And don't get dirty.

Where are we going on the stagecoach, Mommy?

Oh, back East. St. Louis, maybe.

Are we gonna be gone a long time?

We're leaving for good, Ginny. We're never coming back here.

Don't you and Daddy like living here anymore?

I like living here, don't you?

Of course we do. We all do, Ginny.

Then we do we have to go if we don't want to?

I'm afraid that's something that you couldn't quite understand yet.

Is it because Daddy's afraid of Mr. Rand?

MARY: Where'd you ever hear such a thing?

Down at the barn. I heard Frank and Tom talking.

They said Daddy wouldn't get on the stage

because that would mean he's afraid.

But he is going to get on it.

Listen to me. Your father is not afraid of Jason Ranse.

He's not afraid of anybody. You must believe that, Ginny.

Yes, Mommy. I'll try.

Princess,

is there something that you want to talk to Daddy about?

Still wonder why I don't wear a gun?

Uncle Cliff does. I'll bet he wouldn't be afraid of Mr. Rand.

Why don't you take a gun and go shoot him, Daddy,

so we can keep living here?

You go play with your little brother.

Is that the kind of strength you were talking about?

My child asking me a simple question I can't answer?

She'll understand, Dan, when she's older. She'll understand.

Will she?

Will anyone?

The wagon's ready. Let's go.

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Whoa.

Mary, get the children aboard and I'll go get the tickets.

Hello, Doc. Dan.

Would you look after my team and wagon?

Frank will be in later and pick them up. Sure.

I think I'd like to buy you a drink.

Why not? It's your time.

Two drinks, George.

Just one thing, Ranse.

I'm not leaving town because I'm afraid of you.

I just wanted you to know that.

Dan!

Dan!

MARY: Dan?

You haven't got much time left, Hogan.

I got all the time I need.

Cliff Shields is dead.

He'd have been dead yesterday if you hadn't interfered.

And you wouldn't be running away today. I've changed my mind.

I won't need that, George.

Put it on, Hogan. Your time's up.

You picked your weapon, Ranse.

I'll pick mine.

You picked the time and place.

I'll pick the distance.

Right where we stand.

Your gun against my fists.

You're out of your mind.

Maybe.

All right.

Have it your own way.

Hogan doesn't have a chance.

I got 500 that says he does.

I have money, mister. You're on.

Get it out. Let's see you cover it.

Well,

what are you waiting for?

You.

It's 1:00.

Now, if there's anything more to be said or done about this,

let's get it over with right now.

Want to go again, mister, double or nothing?

No, thanks.

That hand's too fast for me.

MAN: I've never seen a fist as fast as that before.

460, 470,

480...

How about a friendly poker game tonight, major?

"Friendly"? Oh, no.

Where that money's concerned, I have no friends.

Boy, there's nobody that can fix chicken like that Mary Hogan.

She sure can cook. Mm-mm!

Say, where'd you get that? Last night.

When I told her what a good cook she was, she cooked a whole basket.

Well, fine, let's just have... No, wait a minute.

This is for my friends only.

All right, you little sidewinder, after we make camp

I'll play you some poker.

Have some chicken, friend.

Oh, you can't beat that. Mm!

Nellie! Hah!

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