Bonanza (1959–1973): Season 2, Episode 11 - The Trail Gang - full transcript

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Time you got here.

All right, Hallelujah.

What is it this time?

Oh, nothing. Nothing at all.

I got grub cooked
for 25 cowhands.

Where's the cowhands?

Or maybe me and you is driving
them mossy-bank Texas critters

all the way to Nevada
by ourselves.

I'm telling you
right now, I quit.



This is the third time today

you've feathered out,
Hallelujah.

I got reason
to be feathered out.

Grub for 25 hands is spoiling
there in the kettle,

no one to eat it.

They're coming on behind.

I mean, I'm sixty...

All 25 of them?

All 25 of them.

Cartwrights, I don't know
what you're thinking about,

setting one man
to do all the cooking

for a crowd like that.

I been up since daylight

a-cookin' food,
peelin' potatoes,



chalking the fire,
chalking the fire...

Throw up a picket line here.

Is that our hands?

No. Just the advance party.

Whew.

They sure are a scroungy-
looking bunch, ain't they?

Well, I didn't have much choice.

Not too many want to take a herd
the way we're going.

Brazos!

Hoss, this is our new segundo.

Brazos, my son Hoss.

Hi. Brazos what?

Brazos. That's all.

Uh, Brazos rounded up our crew.

He knows the country
we'll be traveling.

Where did you round them up,
out of the nearest jail?

Some of them, maybe.

Driving cattle up the trail

ain't exactly my idea
of a church social.

I want the hardest boys
I can find.

Well, it looks like
you found them, mister.

Brazos, uh... feed your men.

We'll pull out at daybreak.

And Brazos...

let's not have any trouble.

Trouble, Mr. Cartwright?

You know, trouble only comes
to those who can't handle it.

♪ Old Dan Tucker
was a fine old man ♪

♪ Washed his face
in a frying pan ♪

♪ Combed his hair... ♪

Howdy.

Figuring on eating,
drag up some wood

and get some water
in the barrel.

Trees right down there,
creek just below the rise.

You driving a herd north?

Now what would put an idea
like that in your head?

We're just sashaying
these critters

up and down and down and up,

so they'll get an appetite
for the vittles;

won't get too fat
in the middle.

Hmm. Trees right down there.

Who's the trail boss?

Mr. Ben Cartwright.

I declare you're nothing
but questions.

Here-- creek's right there
below the rise.

Take about ten buckets
to fill a barrel.

Yes, sir.

This here Mr. Cartwright,
is he doing any hiring?

Now, boy, I got a passel
of hungry trail hands to feed,

and I ain't got no time to waste
answering foolish questions.

Yes, sir.

Maybe you could put in a...
a word for me?

My name's Sam Jackson.

You are the dangdest,
gabbiest fella

when there's work to be done.

Maybe I'll put a word in for you
and maybe I won't.

Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Who was that?

That was a young feller
riding grub line.

Seems to be a nice,
willing boy, too.

Yeah.

I see you done
put him to work.

Hallelujah, what do you got
against cutting your own wood

and hauling your own water?

It ain't in keeping
with my position.

Mr. Hoss, my job's
driving mules and cooking,

and I'll thank you to keep your
big, fat, cow-smelly hands

out of my donuts.

My hands ain't neither
cow-smelly.

Well, if you want to eat,

you go and help that boy
get in some wood.

And somebody gotta haul me
some water.

♪ Went to town
to buy me some goods ♪

♪ Got myself lost
in a piece of woods... ♪

Hallelujah, you undoubtedly
got the worst voice

I ever heard in my life.

Good enough for the mules.
They like it.

They probably think
you're some kin.

That ax ought not
to be that heavy, kid.

Oughtn't tucker you out
like that.

Don't you tell me
nothing about axes.

I been swinging axes
all my life.

Mm-hmm.

How many of them did you ever
swing on an empty stomach?

Here.

You go on over there
and sit down.

Old Hallelujah
ought to know better

than to send a man out
on a job like this

on an empty stomach.

You looking for work?

I sure am.

What can you do?

Ride, rope, drive cows.

That right?

I can read and write and cipher
up to the 12 times table.

You can?

And I know more about cows
than any of them

ragged-tail brushpoppers
you got in your drive.

Well, that ain't saying
a whole lot.

There.

That ought to be plenty.

We don't want to spoil
old Hallelujah.

Come on, let's pick our meal
ticket up and git on back.

Okay.

Hallelujah, this ought to
hold you for a while.

When you going to get
the rest of it?

We got us a new hand, Pa.

Looks a mite tuckered out.

Yeah, I reckon he ain't
been feeding regular.

Hey, kid,
come here a minute.

This is...

Dang, I don't think
I got your name.

Sam Jackson.

Sam.

Sam's educated, Pa.

He can read and write,
cipher and keep a tally book--

the whole shooting match.

Well!

You looking for a job, son?

Well, yes, sir.

I sure could use a job
real handy.

Hm. Brazos!

Yes, sir?

This is our segundo.

Brazos, this is Sam Jackson.

Put him to work

and fix him up with a string.

All right, Mr. Cartwright.

This way, Sam,
and I'll get you fixed up.

Looks like a nice boy.

Something wrong?

No, no, Pa.

I reckon
everything's all right.

Kid...

Sam Jackson, huh?

When did they let you out?

Or did you bust out?

Now, look, Brazos,
let's get this straight.

You don't ask me no questions,

and I won't cause you
no trouble.

Now, you look.

Nobody's causing anybody
any trouble.

You and I always had
the same kind of ideas, kid,

and we still have.

I went to jail.

You didn't.

That a good book?

Yeah, pretty good.

Let me see.

Hey, Pa.

Pickwick Papers by Dickens.

That's quite a book.

You, uh...

You like it?

Yeah, I like it fine.

I've had it with me
ever since I left home.

Where is home, Sam?

Back a ways.

Back a ways which way?

I'm from Nacogdoches.

That's a far piece.

You don't sound
much like a Texan.

Well, I ain't to begin with.

My ma moved down with the
relatives after Pa died.

Well, Sam, how come you happen
to be on this trail?

Well, I... thought I'd like
to make something of myself.

There ain't much
opportunity for that

in a place like Nacogdoches.

If you'll excuse me, I think
I'll go check my horse.

Good night. Good night, sir.

Good night.

I like that boy.

I said I like that boy.

Yeah, I heard you, Pa.

What's bothering you?

I don't know
for certain, Pa.

There's something
about that boy.

I can't lay to exactly
what it is.

Sort of the same thing
I feel about the colts

every year at breaking time.

They're a little uncertain
and uneasy, and...

if you spook them the wrong way,
they...

they'll go bad on you
every time.

Johnny.

Same old Johnny.

Smooth with the tongue,
fast on the draw.

The name's Sam Jackson.

Take it easy, kid.

We got to make some plans.

What I'm doing is personal--

something I gotta
take care of myself--

and I don't want you
spoiling it, you hear?

OH, I ain't gonna spoil it,
Johnny, but I want in on it.

I got whipped out of town
by that Sheriff Logan.

I still got the marks
on my back.

A man don't forget that.

I'm sorry, Brazos.

I'm going it alone this time.

You paying off the men, Captain?

Well, they're entitled to part
of their wages.

Being entitled
to it's one thing,

and money in the hand's another.

Them galoots hit town
with money,

they're gonna raise
more devilment in one night

than you've seen
in your whole life.

Why, they'll tree that town
like a possum.

Hallelujah, will you
tell me one thing?

Sure.

Why did your folks
name you Hallelujah

instead of Jeremiah?

Jeremiah.

Heh.

Show him who's Jeremiah.

Ain't you going to town

with the rest of them
border hellions?

Don't want to spend the money,
Mr. Hicks.

I'm saving.

No.

What you saving
your money for, boy?

Well, I want to make
something of myself,

and it seems a man needs
money to do that.

You know, I worry when
I hear a young fella

talking like that, I really do.

Ain't natural.

I understand you aim
to hold your herd here.

Plan on letting your men
go into town?

Well... any law against it?

My name's John Logan.

I'm sheriff of Waycross station.

I suggest you keep your men
right here in camp.

My name's Ben Cartwright,
Mr. Logan.

My hands have come a long way
with that herd, Mr. Logan.

They're entitled
to ease up a little.

I won't stop them
from going into town.

There's a deadline
on Front Street.

Any of your hands go above it

I'll run them in
for disturbing the peace.

If they resist, I'll kill them.

Good day, sir.

Mr. Logan.

Enforcing the law is one thing,

killing a man's another.

You kill any of my men,
I'll come after you myself.

Mister, you've been
fairly warned.

Johnny?

You made a mistake, mister.

The name is Sam.

Sam Jackson.

Yeah.

Yeah, that's right.
I made a mistake.

I thought you were somebody
I once knew,

a long time ago.

There's nothing like
meeting old friends again

huh, kid?

I've changed my mind,
Mr. Cartwright.

I'd like
some of my pay.

Are you going into town
after all?

I'm going into town.

This is it, Mr. Cartwright.

What happens if we go
beyond this point?

What stops us?

Two barrels of buck.

I guess this is
as far as we go, boys.

What kind of an outfit
are you running, cap'n--

letting a town constable
push you around?

Well, Brazos.

I should've known
you'd be along.

You know my foreman?

I know him.

Don't pay any attention
to this tin star.

- Don't mean a thing.
- Why...!

Go for your gun, Logan.

I won't wait.

Put down that gun!

Put it down!

There'll be no killing.

You'll obey the law.

First one that starts anything
will answer to me.

That holds for you, Sheriff.

You'll answer to me
for any brutality to my crew.

Just see that they obey the law.

All right, men,
the town is yours.

That part of it.

You heard the man.

Sam, I want
to talk to you.

Why did you throw in
with Brazos like that?

He's riding trail
with us, ain't he?

Isn't that carrying
loyalty to your outfit

a little too far?

What have you got
against Sheriff Logan?

Mr. Cartwright,

I just don't know
what your talking about.

Don't play cozy
with me, boy.

You answer my question.

He's my pa.

Your pa?!

You were throw down
on your own father?

That's right.

And just as soon as I get
the chance, I'm gonna kill him.

Hey, hey, hey, cowboy!

Rudabaugh.

No trouble, Logan.
We don't need you.

It's getting
a little wild in here.

What do you mean wild?

You know exactly
what I mean.

I'm an honest businessman.

And no badge toter's
gonna come in here

and tell me how to run
that business.

You're a tinhorn cheat

and you'll do exactly
as I tell you

or I'll close up
the street.

Pass it around.

Hostile, ain't he?

He's ruined this town.

I'd give $100
to be rid of him.

If I were you, I wouldn't make
that kind of offer.

Somebody liable
to take you up on it.

Having a good time?

It's all right.

Pretty, ain't she?

I guess so.

Don't play Injun
with me, boy.

I can tell just lookin' at you
what you're thinking.

Want to meet her?

Don't do me
any favors, Brazos.

I owe you a favor
for sidin' me out on the street.

Come on.

Sam, meet Melinda Bowers.

Melinda, meet Sam.

He's all right.

Well, I'd love it
if your friend would sit down

and buy me a bottle of wine,
Brazos.

We could talk, get to know
each other better.

We sure could.

Sam, buy the little lady
a bottle of wine.

I'd be real pleased,
Miss Melinda.

I'll order it for you.

Logan.

Well, what can I do
for you two gentlemen?

Mr. Logan, either my son or I

would like to accompany
you on your rounds.

Oh?

What good would that do?

Well, you said you didn't
want to see any trouble

on the part of my crew.

Thought we'd like
to prevent that trouble

before any of it
ever gets started.

You think that your talk

would be more effective
than my scatter gun?

Well, they're my crew.

Mr. Cartwright, how many
trail drives have you made

up from Texas?

I've made my share.

Mr. Cartwright,
I drove a half-a-dozen herds

before I turned peace officer.

I didn't have any more control
over my trail gangs than you do.

I'm aware of the problems,
Mr. Logan.

Mr. Cartwright, you've got
the scum of the border

driving your herds.

You're completely
at their mercy.

Now, you tromp on 'em
hard enough to keep 'em in line,

they'll quit you--

leaving you
with 2,000-3,000 head

900 miles from a market.

You can't afford that.

They're my cattle.

Let me worry about them.

I'm not talking about cattle.

I'm talking about some crazy,
boozed-up trail hand

thinks it might be fun
to blow out

all the glass windows
on Main Street.

Well, if he tries it,
I'm going to have to stop him.

If I have to kill him,
I'll do that, too.

Don't you think that's
a might unreasonable?

Either of you men ever see
a town get treed?

No, sir.

I can't say that we have.

Must be quite a sight.

Yeah.

Yeah,
it's quite a sight.

Property smashed...

men beaten up
for no reason at all,

except some drunken cowboy
feels like it.

Buildings set on fire.

And the women...

oh, the women...

a lot of broken,
weeping women left in a town

after it's been treed
by a trail gang.

I've heard of things
like that happening.

You've heard of it.

Well, I've seen it, right here,
less than two years ago.

And your foreman,
Mr. Cartwright--

fella they call Brazos--
he was in on that fandango.

When it was all over with,

I tied him to the tail
of a wagon

and blacksnaked him
out of town.

Now he's come back
looking for more trouble.

What about your son?
Did you blacksnake him

out of town, too?

You know about that?

I know about it.

My son's pushing
to get himself killed.

I don't want to oblige him.

Well, now it's started.

What are you waiting for?

Yahoo!

Yahoo!

I'm a curly-haired lobo!

Tonight's my night to howl!

I'm the Big Muddy

four miles wide
and an inch deep.

Yahoo!

I'm devastation
on two legs

and I cut a swath a mile wide.

Yahoo!

Wait a minute, let me take
care of him.

Yahoo!

Hey there, Big Muddy.

Don't you come near me.
Don't you come near me.

I am bad and I am mean.

Whoa, I'll bet you are.

He knows what
he's doing.

You're just about the meanest

and baddest thing I've run into
in my life.

Why, a man
could die downright happy,

just after shaking the hand
of a mean killer like you.

You want to shake my hand?
That all?

Then can I kill you?

Why, sure.

I tell ya, it'd be an honor
and a privilege

getting killed by
a bad man like you.

But I don't think tonight's

a real good night
for killing, do you?

Mm-mm.

You old friend.

How did I ever
think of killing

an old friend like you?

All right, Hoss.

Yeah, I'll take him down
to the livery stable

and let him sleep it off, Pa.

Good idea.

Can't you find
anything better to do

than sit in a saloon?

I'll see you later.

You two boys know each other?

We've met.

What do you think
you're up to, boy?

I don't see as how

that's any of your business,
Mr. Cartwright.

You signed on
as one of my trail gang.

Getting those cattle back
to Nevada is my business.

You stay away from Logan.

Set 'em up again, Joe!

Here.

Keep this gentlemen
here for a while.

What was that all about?

Why don't I just buy you

another bottle of wine,
Miss Melinda?

Some other time.

I'm through work now.

I'm going home.

I'll walk you home.

What about that fella
you work for?

You heard what he said.

He didn't say anything
about not taking you home.

Been a long time

since anybody worried
about me getting home.

I'll get my cape.

You and the little lady
hitting it off pretty good,

ain't ya, kid?

You gonna take her home?

Yeah.

She's lives across the deadline.

You know what that means,
don't you?

I said I was taking
the lady home.

You ready?

I'm ready.

Something on your mind,
cowboy?

I was wondering about you.

Your face don't match
the way you talk.

And sometimes your talk
don't match...

well, the things you do.

Well, I'm sorry
I don't have time

to explain it to you.

This is far as you go.

That's Sheriff Logan's
deadline.

Trail hands
forbidden beyond this point."

You read good.

That means you.

I don't care about
that tinhorn sheriff.

I'm walking you home.

All right.

We don't have far to go.

I live right around the corner,
at the hotel.

Miss Bowers.

Why don't you call me Melinda?

Other cowboys do.

Well, there's something
I'd kinda like to ask you.

I'll bet a pretty
it's going to be

how did I ever get
into this life.

I didn't mean to pry.

No, it's all right.

I'm used to it.

What I meant was,
well, you ain't always worked

at Jake Rudabaugh's saloon,
have you?

Ever since those men
on that trail gang, I did.

What trail gang?

What men you talking about?

Just a bunch of fellas
having a good time...

at least to start with.

Men like yourself and Brazos
and the rest of you.

There was one I liked a lot.

Had more fun than I ever had
in my whole life.

But then they went wild
and hoo-rahed the town.

By the time John Logan

organized things
and cleaned them out,

well, the decent folks just
wouldn't give a job to anybody

that had anything to do
with the trail gang.

So, there was nothing left
for me to do

but go to Rudabaugh's saloon.

Sounds to me like
all you was doing

was having a little fun.

Try and tell that

to the good people of Waycross.

Good night, kid.

Good night, Melinda.

There's a lot more to being
a peace officer

than just busting up fights.

Not when there's
a trail gang in town.

I make the rounds
all night long.

Never try to walk
the same route twice.

You might run into some...

Evenin', Hoss.

What are you doing here?

You're over the deadline.

I can't see as
I'm doing any harm.

No, you never
did any harm, did you?

Well, I'm taking you in.

Mr. Logan,
you ain't taking me in.

I told you a long time ago

you ain't never taking me
in again!

And don't you even try!

Thanks.

Help me take him in.

Fill 'em up
again, Joe! Fill 'em up!

In there.

How long you figuring
on leaving him in there?

Overnight, anyway.

If somebody wants to take
responsibility for him,

they can bail him out
in the morning.

Sam, I'm sorry

to see you get yourself
into this trouble.

I reckon you kind of
brought it on yourself

going across that deadline
and all.

If it wasn't this,

it'd have been
something else.

He's out to get me is
all it is.

He always has been.

Aw, Sam,
I... I can't believe that.

What do you know about it?

You want to know what kind
of a father he is?

He sent me to prison
when I was just a kid.

Prison?

What'd you do to go to prison?

Nothing.

Not a thing.

I was running around
with some fellas.

Brazos was one of them.

They hoo-rahed a town one night,

just letting off some steam,

and some woman got hit
by a stray bullet--

could have been
anybody's bullet--

but I spent a year in jail

because my pa wanted to show
the world how tough he was.

Sam, did... did you ever think
that maybe he did that

to save you
some bigger trouble later on?

Yeah, I thought about it.

I thought about it plenty.

All the time I was locked up,

I thought about how I was
gonna get back at him

for what he'd done to me.

Boy, you... you can't carry that
with you the rest of your life.

Oh, I don't intend to.

I'm gonna kill him.

You have one of my men in here.

I want him.

Cost $25.

Don't put it on
till you're well out of town.

Wait for me outside, Sam.

I told you not to lean
too hard on my men.

And I told you
what the limits were

and what would happen if your
men set foot over that line.

The boy was doing no harm.

He broke an ordinance.

Whose ordinance?

The town's or your own
little ordinance?

I can appreciate a hard man
doing a hard job the hard way.

I can understand,
I can like a tough man,

but I can't understand
and I cannot like a man

who would do a thing like this
to his own son.

I never let
personal considerations

interfere with the law.

Is that why your son
was so willing to kill you

when you placed him
under arrest?

Mr. Cartwright,
that's none of your business.

I know why you're here.

The answer is no.

I'm not gonna open up the town.

Now see here, John.

Let's talk this over
like sensible men.

The town is losing money.

Judge Armbruster's right, Logan.

It isn't just this crew
we'll lose money on,

but all the other crews
coming up the trail behind them.

If they find out
the town's closed,

they'll avoid us
like the seven-year itch.

This town used to collect
$600-$700 in fines alone

from trail hands.

Almost enough
to pay your year's salary, John.

75% of that money went right
into your pocket, Judge.

Your court clerk got
the rest of it.

- Aw, now look here...!
- Look here, nothing!

When you brought me here,
you brought me here

to clean up this town.

That's keep it closed.

Closed tight.

There'll be no compromise
while I'm sheriff.

Well, maybe you won't be
sheriff much longer.

All right,
do it your way for a while.

When you're sick of it,
let me know.

I'll be here waiting.

Now good day, gentlemen.

See Hallelujah about that
cut on your face.

Hallelujah, take a look
at this, please.

You heared the owl,
seen the elephant, huh?

Sit down there on that stool

and let me have a look
at that face.

It's fine.

That Hoss got a real
professional touch

when it comes to buffaloing.

Yes, sir, that boy learned how

taking care
of a little brother.

Seems those two never go to town
on a Saturday night,

Hoss don't come home carrying
Little Joe across his saddle.

Bet he saved his skin a hundred
times or more

just trying to keep him
out of trouble.

He didn't keep me out
of trouble.

That isn't the way
it was told to me.

That don't amount to much.

Slow down your eating
for a couple of days.

Don't spoil your appetite.

What happened, Johnny?

It's like I told you.

A man ought not try
to do a job alone.

I'll get to Logan yet.

Sure, Johnny.
But now we'll do it my way.

Logan's plumb ticklish
about that town of his.

If we were to ride in there
and start taking it apart...

I told you before this is
something

between him and me, personal.

But you wouldn't object
to me and the boys

flushing him out into the open
for you, would you?

Brazos?

Yes, sir?

I said we'd do it
my way, Johnny.

Yes, sir?

Brazos, I've decided to pull out
first thing tomorrow morning.

Is that right, cap'n?

Well, in that case,

I better try to get the boys
back from town early.

Nobody goes to town.

You've had your fun.

Go back into town,
it'll mean trouble.

That's right, cap'n.

If you try to stop me
and my boys from going back,

that's gonna cause trouble, too.

Unless you figure
that it's no trouble

for you and that boy of yourn

and that stove-up cook of yours

to drive this herd to Nevada
all by yourselves.

You're threatening me, Brazos.

Oh, now, now, cap'n,
don't get sudden.

There's no call for it.

No call for it at all.

It's just that I've got
a personal interest

in Sheriff Logan and
that town of his.

No man blacksnakes me
and gets away with it.

I'm not interested
in your personal grudges.

You ain't, captain?
Well, you should be.

The rest of these boys,

they're interested in
my personal grudges,

ain't you, boys?

I guess I should have told you

at the start
of this drive, cap'n.

These boys do what I say,
not what you say.

You pack your war bag and get!

The rest of you settle down.

You hired on as trail hands,

and by thunder,
you'll finish this job.

You're gonna have
to back that up, cap'n.

All right, boys.

Tell him to put his gun away.

Hoss.

How about you, Johnny,
you coming along?

You kind of wanted to pay your
pa another visit, didn't ya?

Stay out of this, Sam.

I don't reckon I can stay out
of this, Mr. Cartwright.

I got a personal grudge, too,
that ain't finished yet.

How about you, cookie?

I'm sticking with the captain.

Suit yourself.

And get over here!

You two--take their guns
and keep your eyes on them.

I don't want anybody
spoiling our fun.

Come on, boys!

Boys, we're right glad
to see you.

After last night,
we wanted a chance

to show you how sorry we were
for what happened.

Judge Armbruster,

tell these men what
we decided on for today.

Well, we want to see you boys
enjoy yourselves,

spend your money in our stores.

We've lifted
Sheriff Logan's deadline

and our merchants
are staying up late

in order to serve you.

The town is yours.

Well, ain't that nice.

Boys, ain't that
the nicest thing

you ever heard in your lives?

Tell you what, Judge, maybe you
can get Sheriff Logan

to come down and have a drink
with us.

Socialize a little.

Well, I'm afraid, sir,
I have no control

over Sheriff Logan's movements.

What kind of a judge
do you call that?

Boys, I just elected
a new judge, namely me!

Look here, sir...

You're in contempt
of court, mister.

Show the man how we treat
contempt of court.

Come on, Judge, meet the boys.

Gentlemen, please, please.

Get back in there.

Enjoy yourself,
but not with the Judge, huh?

Bounce him around, that's it!

Come on, men! Take it easy.

Boys, the drinks
are on the house!

They're all free!

Keep it down, men!

Ah, get out of here!
Come on! Get out!

Sam, can't you stop them?

Why should I?

Gentlemen, gentlemen, please!

There's no reason
to destroy the place!

Here we go! Come on!

No! No!

Go ahead, dunk him there!

Put him in!

One...

two...

three!

The town's ours, boys!

Let's take her!

It's too bad you boys
got stuck with this job

and miss all the fun

to say nothing of all
the liquid refreshments.

Yeah, ol' Brazos is probably
buying drinks

for everybody in town,
don't you reckon, Hallelujah?

Buying 'em or stealing 'em.

Anyway, he's getting them.

Hallelujah, you still got

that, uh, that bottle of whiskey
back there?

Sure have, captain.

We ain't had many snakebites
this trip.

Will you fellers
care for a swallow?

Ought to know better
than to ask you.

Now let me see...

where did I hide that
the last time?

I'm always forgettin'.

It ought to be in here
somewhere.

It was right next
to the beans.

Find it yet?

Not yet.

I'll find her.
She's around here somewhere.

Let's see--I had her
right behind the flour

night before last.

I'll find her.

Here it is!

Here it is!

I knowed it was there somewhere.

Ain't much left in it.

Here you are, captain.

Here.

What did you put
in that bottle?

Coal oil.

Didn't think
I'd leave any whiskey

in the bottle, did ya?

Yeah, well, I'll have
to bring you back

a full bottle of whiskey
from town.

Hey! Look after things!

What you looking at there, boy?

Why don't he come out, Brazos?

What's he waiting for?

He'll make his play
when he's ready.

Why wait on him?!
Let's go on in after him now!

What's your hurry?
We got plenty of time.

The boys ain't hardly
liquored up enough yet.

Hey, boys, come on!

There's plenty more free liquor
in the saloon!

Where's the bartender?!

Come on! Get back here!

Whoa! Pa, they're all in there.

Let me go in and get Brazos
right now.

Never mind. They've got
a sheriff in this town.

Yeah, well, it don't seem to me
like he's doing a very good job.

Maybe he's got
something in his mind.

Well, are you satisfied,
Mr. Cartwright?

Did you take a good look at
what can happen to a town?

You were right, Sheriff.

We couldn't control them.

And you can't control them now.

It's just gonna have
to run its course.

Mr. Logan, you got a job to do
and you getting paid to do it.

Paid to do it?

The good citizens of this town

told me not to interfere with
their moneymaking enterprises.

Well, it's those enterprises
that pay my salary.

I was reminded of that.

You mean you're, you're
not going to do anything to,

to stop them out there?

I am going to sit right here
until I get orders

from the people who pay me.

Since when
do you wait for orders?

No...

what's your real reason,
Logan?

What do you mean?

Your son is out there
with that gang.

Could that have anything to do
with your decision

to stay here inside?

What are you ashamed of, Logan,

being a father?

What do you want me to do...

go out there and kill my boy?

Buy you a bottle of wine, kid?

I owe you one.

What are you doing here?

You think of a better place?

After all that's happened,

I didn't think
you'd come back here.

Why?

Just another
trail gang to me.

It's happened before
and it'll happen again.

It's always the same.

You don't think
things can change?

Sure, they can change...

if enough people decide
to back up Sheriff Logan.

Well, I wouldn't count on him
for anything.

Then you don't know him
very well.

Don't I?

He's my father.

Your father?!

That's right.

And I'm here to kill him.

Hi, Sam.

Melinda, what'd I tell you?

He's a pretty good boy,
ain't he?

Yeah.

He's the best thing
that's happened to me

in a long time.

What's the matter with her?

Nothing.

Ain't it time yet?

Yeah... it's time.

Come on, boys, let's go!

Come on out, Logan!

Well, I...

I guess it's time.

Logan... don't you go out
to him.

Come on out!

Let me talk to him.

He's my boy...

he's my problem.

I've been waiting for this
for a long time, Mr. Logan.

Make your move!

Draw!

All right, boy,
get it over with.

Well, what are you waiting for,
you stupid kid?! Shoot!

Why, you yellow, no good...

Look out, Logan!

It's your father, boy.

Ain't you gonna help him?

Are you, are you all right?

Sure, son.

All right, men!

We've still got a bunch of cows
to drive to Nevada.

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