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Is Miss Cahill there yet?

No, sir. No, sir, she isn't here.

Let me ask you something, sir.

Are you the same fella that's been calling in here

about every 15 minutes for her?

Well, she still ain't here. No, sir.

Wait a minute. You're in luck. She just came in.

How was the show tonight?

It was brilliant.

Some yahoo's on the phone here.

He won't leave his name or number.

How did he know I was here?

Well, your secretary said you'd be here

after the stage play.

How come you didn't take her to the play?

I don't know, C.D.

There's something about watching two guys battling each other

with swords, and then bursting into a song.

I don't know.

(laughs) And wearin' long-handled drawers.

Yeah, that too.

Name's Hank Sweet.

Thelma Beck told me to call you. We's good friends.

She said you'd help.

Thelma? How is she?

I have no time for that now.

I got something important I wanna give you.

I'll meet you outside that

waterspout building on, uh... On Field Street.

How soon can you get here?

MISS CALHILL: How about a half an hour?

Sooner if you can. Please, lady.

I gotta go now.

What was that all about?

A friend of a friend, I think.

It sounded like he was in trouble.

Feel like taking a ride?

Let's go.

(suspenseful music playing) (Resync by Chuck)

See anyone?

Well, it'd be a lot easier

if I knew who we were looking for.

(grunts and moans)

What's going on over there?

You gotta save the horses.

Hank Sweet.

You found your man.

(♪♪♪)

You know, I was thinking.

All I could see were pictures of horses and that tape.

Audio tape?

I think so.

It all happened so fast.

Well, one thing we know for sure,

whatever's going down involves horses.

Did he mention anything on the phone?

Just to have Thelma Beck call me, that's it.

Thelma Beck.

That name sounds familiar.

You remember her.

She was all over the news a couple of years ago.

They call her the Mustang Lady.

Oh, yeah, yeah, I remember her.

More coffee?

No, I should go.

I could whip us up some eggs or... whatever.

No, I... I gotta go.

You're sure?

I'd better go.

Don't forget your gun.

What?

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Hank didn't have no family.

I'll take care of the burying and saying the words.

Darn fool.

Always worried about me getting myself killed,

and now look at him.

Dead and gone.

Do you have any idea who could have done this?

No, he didn't have no enemies.

Everyone liked old Hank.

And he didn't mention the envelope to you?

Thelma, why did you have him call me?

He came over to my place yesterday, all agitated.

Said he was onto something real terrible.

He knew I had connections,

because of my protesting for the mustangs.

I asked him what it was about, he wouldn't tell me.

Do you know why not?

He didn't want me to get mixed up in it.

Hank said knowing me,

I'd just go off half-cocked and get myself hurt.

"Better to go the legal way," he said.

Through Alex.

Alex did all the work for my Save the Mustangs Committee.

I know she cares about this.

I knew she'd do right by old Hank.

Can we get out of here?

This place makes my skin crawl.

THELMA: Hank Sweet must have been onto something really important

to get himself killed over it.

Maybe someone was thinking we...

We all went to sleep or something

and they're gonna have another go at the mustangs.

Hank was trying to stop it.

We'll find out who did it, Thelma.

That's a promise.

I just hope you find them

before they hurt those horses Hank was worried about.

We'll do our best, Thelma.

I hope that's good enough, Mr. Ranger.

WALKER: Do you have any idea what Hank Sweet

could have been involved in to get himself killed over?

No. I wish I could be more help.

I was sure sorry to hear about old Hank.

He was one good man.

He was working with a Thelma Beck. Do you know who she is?

Oh, I know Thelma Beck like I know my own arthritis.

Still, you can't help but admire her and that

Save the Wild Mustang gang of hers.

You know, about 95 percent of all the wild mustangs

are still running up here on the federal lease lands.

Under your protection?

Oh, yes, sirree, and we enforce it too, right to the letter.

What about the other five percent?

Well, now the only herd I know of

still running on private land is the Santana bunch.

Now don't ask me who named a nightmare stallion that,

but that's what we all call him.

Yeah, Santana.

I've heard stories about that stallion.

Yeah, and they're true, and then some.

Now he's out running around with two or maybe three dozen mares,

between the federal lease land and the Circle Bar T Ranch.

Do you have any idea where Hank Sweet's ranch is located?

Right over here.

Oh, yes, sir, he's got about 200 acres

of old flat scrub brush land right along in here.

Right next to the Travis ranch.

Yeah.

Okay, thanks.

Thank you.

Hyah!

(men chattering indistinctly)

Quite a ranch.

Man, will you look at this?

What did you expect in the middle of 5000 acres, a shack?

I'm telling you, we're wasting our time.

These guys own the world.

What are they gonna gain by knocking off a few stallion?

I don't know. Let's go ask them.

Can I help you gents?

Yeah.

I'm Ranger Walker, this is Ranger Trivette.

We'd like to talk to the owner of this spread.

I'm Mitch Travis. What can I do for you?

Travis.

You own this place?

Yes, sir, me and my brother.

Do you know a man named Hank Sweet?

Hank? Sure, he's our neighbor.

Well, he was killed last night. Murdered.

Murdered?

Oh, dear God.

Yeah, he was concerned about someone hurting some horses.

Do you know anything about that?

No. What horses?

Possibly the Santana bunch.

They roam between the lease land and your property, right?

Uh, yes, sir, that's right. They do.

You complained about them to the BLM, didn't you?

Uh, yes, sir.

Those mustangs can be a real pain in the butt,

uh, especially in the winter,

when our cattle are up to their bellies in snow

and we gotta drop feed in.

Well, that darn Santana, he... He drives them away

the hay so he can get his own mares to it.

We thought about shooting that old son of a gun, but,

my dad would roll over in his grave

if we ever did something like that.

So you don't think Hank Sweet was concerned

about the Santana bunch?

I don't know why he would be.

Think he was onto any renegade meatpackers?

Not that I know of, sir, no.

Okay, thanks for your time.

No problem.

What's a renegade meatpacker?

Well, these are guys that come in these refrigerated trucks

with machine guns and chain saws.

They hit quick and get out.

You're kidding.

I wish I was.

Mitch.

What did they want?

Hank Sweet is dead. Murdered.

That's too bad.

Hank was a good guy.

I sure hope we had nothing to do with that.

Of course we didn't.

What kind of thing is that to say?

They were asking questions about Santana's herd.

I think we ought to back off.

All that means is that we have to move a little faster.

Call the packers, get the shooters here this afternoon.

This is wrong, Ned, when I think about how Dad

would probably respond to something like this.

Dad is dead, Mitch.

It's time you face that fact.

These are different times.

Well, I hate this.

Now we got Rangers around here asking questions?

I don't like it, either.

But Rangers or not,

there's no way I'm gonna let $800 worth of dog-meat mustang

blow a $20 million deal.

I'm gonna drop you off at the office.

See what you can dig up on the Travis boys

and the Circle T Ranch.

I still think we're baying at the moon, partner.

Wouldn't be the first time.

You know, when we were talking to that young Travis boy,

he seemed sincerely surprised

when we mentioned about the death of old man Sweet.

But when we started talking about the mustangs,

there was something in his eyes.

Like what?

I'm not sure,

but there was someone watching us

behind the curtains in the ranch house.

Why don't you get with Alex, fill her in,

see what you guys can come up with.

All right.

Where you gonna be at?

Just noseying around.

Gotta give Dr. Rossi credit.

This new feed's sending them out even fatter.

Call me when he can fatten prices at market.

I'm nervous about that kid brother of yours, Ned.

He doesn't seem to be quite with this program.

Mitch will be fine. What are you doing here?

You seemed uptight on the phone.

After what happened to Hank Sweet?

Yeah, I'm a little uptight.

What do you want?

Just to give you a little peace of mind.

You know, I was thinking, you had a point worrying

if Hank Sweet had anything more to show that lady D.A.

Well, if he did, it'd be at his place.

I mean, Hank wasn't exactly

your, uh, safe-deposit-box kind of guy.

So there's gonna be a little fire

out that way in maybe, oh, a half hour.

I don't wanna hear this, Corbin.

Okay, okay, your hands are clean.

For what you're paying, I'm the invisible man.

(suspenseful music plays)

(dog barks)

Hi there, old girl.

How are you, huh?

Are you waiting for your master?

Well, you gotta be hungry.

Come on, let's see what we can find you to eat, okay?

(dog barks) Come on.

(barks)

Okay, girl, I haven't forgotten.

Let's get you fed.

Well, no sense letting this go to waste.

(barks)

It beats dog food, doesn't it, huh?

You happy? Yeah.

(barks)

Yeah, I hear them.

It's that damned Ranger again.

(fast, tense music)

So... why is it every time you invite me to lunch,

I end up telling you things I shouldn't, hmm?

Because I take you to the nicest places,

and I pick up the check.

Well, that's fair then.

I've tried every source that I know,

and I'm getting stonewalled at every turn.

Ahhh. So this is probably where

I have to say everything's off the record.

Probably.

Go on.

I've been looking into some big land deals,

and I came across a proposed interstate spur known as I-76A,

except nobody will admit that it exists.

Come on, you're a member of the Planning Commission. What gives?

Where did you hear about this?

Sources.

For I-76 to go through,

there would have to be a right of way

through Circle Bar T Ranch.

Right.

Well, that would be a disaster for the cattle ranch.

I mean, it's the last thing that they'd want.

But if they propose to develop that land...

Right, again. The value would skyrocket.

Don't dance with me on this, Kyle.

I think this highway is tied up in a murder.

(suspenseful music plays)

Corbin, we can't kill a Ranger.

Can you do life without possibility?

Man, let's just keep on going.

Corbin's right. I've done time and I'm not doing more.

Oh, this is crazy.

(suspenseful chase music plays)

Hey, I'm hurt. I'm hurt.

Ah, you're okay. Just a crease.

You're under arrest for the murder of Hank Sweet.

I didn't kill Sweet.

Then who did?

I can't tell you.

Then you're going down for it.

Auugh! Okay, okay.

Cor... Corbin killed him.

Keep talking.

They're gonna kill all the mustangs.

This afternoon it's supposed to go down.

(grunts)

( menacing theme playing)

You got him.

Let's just get the hell out of here.

( ominous theme playing)

(engine starts)

(tire hissing)

(tire hissing)

(tire hissing)

(metal clanging, air blowing)

If he's not dead,

he's gonna be fighting off buzzards until he is.

( rock theme playing)

(exhales)

(groans)

(exhales)

(exhales)

( drum tapping lightly)

It's gonna be a long walk back.

(horse whinnies)

(whinnies)

Well, you must be Santana.

(whinnies)

Well, your mares have gotta be somewhere real close, huh?

I hope you don't mind me borrowing one.

(whinnies)

( upbeat theme playing)

(horses whinnying)

(horses whinnying)

(yells)

Oh, hell.

( upbeat theme playing)

(whinnies)

(telephone ringing)

Hey, counselor.

I just got a look at the Travis brothers'

father's will in probate. Yeah?

There's a provision in there that states

that they can't sell or develop that ranch,

as long as those Santana horses are running free.

So if the brothers wanna sell the ranch,

they get rid of the mustangs.

Right, see, but I-I-I can't figure out why

they would wanna sell that ranch.

Money.

No, no, they got lots of money.

I'm talking serious money.

One of the state's biggest builders

has proposed a huge development on the Travis ranch.

Now, ironically, as soon as they can kill off the mustangs,

they're gonna call it Mustang Valley.

(elevator dings) Wow.

I'm heading over to the County Clerk's office right now,

to see how far they've gotten. Wanna join me?

No, no, I gotta find Walker.

I can't raise him on the radio.

Walker can take care of himself.

(horse whinnies)

Easy, boy. Whoa. Whoa.

(horse whinnies)

Yes.

WOMAN (yelling): Ranger.

(car approaching)

TRIVETTE: Thelma Beck.

Look here.

I was remembering old Hank's dog and I went out to his place.

More tapes. I played them. They're fixing to kill off

Santana and his bunch, those Travis boys.

Well, that's what we were thinking.

You didn't happen to run into Walker

nosing around out there, did you?

No, just old Hank's dog and a T-bone laying on the floor.

Somebody fed him.

That's Walker. We're gonna have to have

another talk with those Travis brothers.

He probably went back there.

I'm for sure gonna talk to those Travis boys.

Come on, hop in. Let's go.

Uh, no, Thelma, that's... That's not a good idea.

You can come with me.

Wait, hold it, Thelma, look...

Or you can... All right, fine. Then we'll just go.

Okay, I got the badge. I'll do the talking.

(tires screeching)

(whinnies)

( light rock theme playing)

Thattaboy.

(whinnies)

Easy, boy. Easy, easy.

Okay.

Now, we're not gonna have time to cultivate a friendship here.

We're gonna have to do this the hard way.

(whinnies)

(yells)

(grunting)

Whoa, boy.

You are one tough son of a gun.

(grunts)

Oh, jeez.

(whinnying)

(grunting)

Maybe it's just not in the cards between you and me.

( soft theme playing)

(whinnies)

RAY: The heart of the wild horse

is at one with the heart of man, Washoe.

Both yearn to be free.

But, Uncle Ray, even if I can catch him

without getting myself killed, how will I ever ride him?

The white man's way is to conquer the horse,

ours is to ride him in the direction he is going.

Become the red side of your nature. Be his friend.

But he doesn't wanna be my friend.

No, because he knows you do not want to become his friend.

In your hearts you must both find a reason to become one.

Okay, boy, we both want the same thing:

To survive and to protect your ladies.

Can we agree on that?

Thelma!

All right. I got it.

I should have driven my own car.

Nonsense. It'd just get all dusty.

(laughs)

You're not gonna like this.

I'll make you a deal, big guy.

You help me take down those guys

who are trying to hurt your mares,

and I'll let you go when this is all over.

How's that, huh?

Easy.

Okay.

Whoa, whoa.

Whoa. Whoa, boy.

(whinnies)

( light rock theme)

Okay, boy, let's go take care of business, huh?

(whinnies)

Okay, let's do it.

( upbeat theme playing)

(men chattering)

You should find Santana and his bunch

somewhere around the feed drop down by Indian Wells.

Drive them down the valley to the pickups,

then get out of the way

so Corbin and the boys can finish the job.

Get going.

(men shouting)

Don't you feel anything about this?

Don't start in on me again, Mitch.

Follow the pickup.

They'll cut them down your tailgate.

Roll out.

Let's get it done.

( menacing theme playing)

( light rock theme playing)

Why are we stopping here, Thelma?

Because I don't trust them.

Give me that. What kind of a Ranger are you?

The kind who would like to do things peacefully, if possible.

Come on, let's go then.

(horse whinnies)

This is crazy, Ned. We don't need to sell the ranch.

This is our lives.

Yours maybe, but not mine.

I'm sick of the sweat.

It's a lot better than what you're into now.

Ned Travis, your Daddy would be spinning in his grave

if he knew you were gonna kill those mustangs.

What are you doing here, Ranger?

I'm looking for my partner.

I figured he might wanna talk to you.

We haven't seen him since you were here before.

Well, then he's with the horses. Where are they?

Unless you got a warrant, you'd best get off my ranch.

We ain't done nothing.

TRIVETTE: Nothing?

Maybe you didn't fire the gun that killed Hank Sweet,

but I'll bet the trail leads to you.

And when it does, I'll be back here with your warrant.

Now, where are the horses?

How would I know where they are? THELMA: I know.

They were on Hank Sweet's tapes. Come on.

You might wanna educate your boys, Mr. Travis.

Corbin killed Hank Sweet, didn't he?

Didn't he?

It was an accident.

Hank got Van Sickle drunk one night,

got him talking, got it on tape.

He called me, said if I didn't call off the shoot,

h-he was gonna call the cops.

He had pictures of us, Mitch. He had a copy of the will.

He knew.

Yeah, but did you have Corbin kill Hank Sweet?

Was it like they said? Did you have Hank Sweet killed?

It got out of control. Corbin got carried away.

Yeah, but did you have Hank Sweet killed?

No!

Good.

Well, let's call this whole thing off.

Let's just call the cops, tell them about Corbin.

It's too late for that, Mitch.

Corbin said he killed Walker today out at Devil's Rock.

I got no choice.

I either go all the way or I go to prison.

I gotta take care of Thelma and that other Ranger.

You're talking about more killing?

I can't let you do that.

(grunting)

( ominous theme playing)

( soft theme playing)

(whinnying)

Well, we got your girls put to bed,

let's go get the shooters before they get us.

( suspenseful theme playing)

MAN 1: Let's check down in the gully.

MAN 2: Man, there ain't nothing down there.

MAN 1: We gotta look lower.

Now, you gonna tell me that a whole herd of horses

can disappear like that?

I don't know.

MAN 1: They gotta be around here somewhere.

Move up on the left here.

Hold it! Drop the guns.

Drop them.

Now, the smartest thing you boys can do

is ride and don't look back.

If I see you back in this territory,

I'm gonna nail your skins to the wall.

Now, get.

Come on. Come on.

Okay, boy, let's go get the heavy hitters.

( rock theme playing)

Van Sickle, you hear anything from the outriders?

Not a peep.

I tried to reach them, but nobody's talking.

Yeah, maybe they're behind a ridge.

Keep your eyes open.

Holy.

Yeah, I see him.

Shoot him!

(explosion)

(glass shattering)

Let's get the hell out of here now.

(debris smashing)

( suspenseful theme playing)

(grunts)

(yells)

( suspenseful theme playing)

(both grunting)

(both grunt)

( soft theme playing)

Pull over, boys.

Get out.

Come on. Come around.

See what I mean, Thelma? Peaceful as possible.

Walker.

Hee-hee.

Nice work.

How the hell did you get all the way out here?

I rode Santana.

No man can ride Santana.

Well, let's just say

he and I were going in the same direction.

Then where is he now?

I don't know. Gone, I guess.

( suspenseful theme playing)

(whinnying)

(whinnying wildly)

(whinnies)

Ain't that the most beautiful sight you ever saw?

You mean to see them running free like that?

Yeah. Yeah.

It's something Ned Travis and Corbin won't be doing

for a long time though.

(scoffs)

Serves them right.

I hope they rot in jail.

Well, Mitch's testimony will seal it.

He promised to keep this a working ranch

and protect the herd like his father wanted.

( triumphant theme playing)

Hey.

I guess this is where push comes to shove, partner.

I've known seven great horses in my life,

and Santana's six of them.

If there's ever a horse I didn't want to give up,

this is the one.

You and Santana was meant to be together, Walker.

Yeah, I know.

(sighs)

Have a good life, old boy.

( upbeat theme playing)

(whinnies)

(Resync by Chuck)

(upbeat theme playing)