Cimarron Strip (1967–1968): Season 1, Episode 20 - Big Jessie - full transcript
While escorting a man to his trial in New Mexico, Crown is attacked by a pair of outlaws and stripped of his badge and identification. While chasing the escapee, the pursuer becomes the pursued when a vengeful posse and a grizzled bounty hunter mistake Crown for a killer.
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I'll go get the bed rolls.
(door closing)
All right, kid, now
get that food down.
We got a long hard
trip in front of us.
Where?
Silver City.
Marshal, I don't know
what you're talking.
I never even been
down to Silver City.
You save it for the judge.
Now coming into Cimarron on
that freight and stealing that horse.
That... yeah, I
mean, that, I did.
But not what you said.
Let me read you something.
The hold-up party, sighted,
suspect, name unknown.
Age 20, red hair,
fair complexion...
Uh, there's a thousand
guys gonna look like that.
Maybe so.
Identifying marks.
Across the right
knuckles, M-O-T-H-E-R.
Now that's you.
Saddled and packed,
five days provisions.
Add this to it.
Leg irons, for what?
That lad's barely weaned.
That lad is wanted in
Silver City, New Mexico
for boyish pranks like
shooting people in the back.
I hope it hasn't been
too bad for you here.
Ma'am, I'd got
arrested a long time ago
if I'd known they
fed like this in jail.
Same as you get
in the Wayfarers.
Maybe, but there
I'd have to pay for it.
Now hear, the government does.
(chuckling)
This is just as good
as Ma used to put out.
- It's too bad.
- What is?
Ma.
It's her birthday in three days.
I was hoping I
could be there... now.
That is too bad.
Thought I could
send her a telegraph.
Aw, I don't know.
I'm sure the marshal
will send one for you.
A telegraph from the
marshal about me?
That's some birthday present.
I could send it for you.
Would you?
Why not? Just a minute.
Well, I, uh...
I never had much
of a hand for, uh...
Of course, just tell me
what you want to say.
I'm much obliged.
Send this to my aunt
instead of my ma.
Ma always said nothing
came over those wires
'cept death and disaster.
I understand, go on.
Hope to be there
for Ma's birthday.
Can't.
On my way to
Silver City with a...
friend for a...
(exhaling)
For a...
Business.
That's good, yeah, on business.
I'll write you when I get there.
Give Ma a kiss for me, Bud.
How's that?
Fine.
The address?
Uh... Little Eva Holman.
My aunt's kind of tiny.
Folks always call her "little".
Miss Eva Holman.
Alway House, Royal Grande.
She'll know just how
to handle everything.
♪♪
(footsteps fading)
Put that sticker away
before I cut you up into bacon.
You're little brother messed
up more than your bank job.
They caught him?
In Cimarron.
They're taking him
back to Silver City.
I gather you'll be
leaving me boy blue?
Right now.
What's owed?
25 for hiding you
out three weeks.
And... 25 for keeping
these old lips sewed up.
Those are bargain rates.
That cleans me out.
Here, there's
enough to buy candles
for your mama's birthday cake.
I could owe you the 50.
Um-hmm, here we take
the cash and let the credit go.
That's what I thought.
Be careful of
that fouling piece.
Or a man upstairs is worth more
to the law than you are, honey.
They'd tear your limb from limb
if you touch a hair
of this old head.
You won't believe they would?
Jake saddled your horses.
You can hardly wait to
get rid of us, can you?
(door closing)
(birds chirping)
Amigo, I thought she said
Jake saddled the horses?
Got a feeling he did.
You crazy? We rode
in on good ponies.
She ain't gonna
get away with it.
Hey, these ain't our horses!
Those are the
horses you rode in on.
Don't give me that.
Didn't they, Jake?
How about it, Tommy?
I guess we did, Lobo.
Couple of days ride
and they'll be crow bait.
Couple of days and
you'll be at the border.
And take my advice, cross over.
You stink of bounty.
Nobody hangs my brother.
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Nice country, ain't it?
Looks like some good water.
Let's rest a spell.
Well, I sure ain't in no hurry.
Fill it up.
(birds twittering)
Indian Wells.
Ain't even a scratch on the map.
There's a livery in
the middle of town.
Any law?
Nothing I see.
But there's a few
horses worth taking.
No dice.
They'll bring Bud down
the Fort Union supply trail.
I don't cotton to a
posse of local yahoos
hounding Bud for a stolen plug.
You ain't gonna get five miles
if you don't have that
hoof cleaned out, Billy.
I know.
You wait here,
I'll be right back.
All right.
♪♪
Well, this turpentine, I...
I don't know how far
it's gonna do you good.
Without the shoe...
Don't give you more
than a half-a-day without it.
Half-a-day's all I need.
Have I seen you someplace?
Have you?
No, you know how it is.
Cowpokes coming
through here all the time, I...
I don't remember faces.
Sean, go home.
I been home.
You hear, go get your lunch.
I just did.
Then go tell your ma,
I'm coming for mine.
Why?
Do what you're told!
Kids these days,
think they'd mind?
Look, I'm gonna get a rasp
and take off that itch for you.
♪♪
All right now?
Yeah, he cleaned out the hoof.
Good.
A shotgun.
What kind of a shotgun.
A... on the stock.
It was... silver.
And all over it was, uh, silver.
What else?
He caved his hat.
With a band.
It sparkled.
Come, son.
Let's go.
♪♪
That's them, that's Bud.
We can't risk any gunshot,
might be a posse out.
Best just to fall onto
the camp for the night
then take 'em quiet.
♪♪
Finish that then
get some shut-eye.
We're gonna break
camp before daylight.
I can't sleep
with this thing on.
I can.
(metal clanking)
(crickets chirping)
(exhaling)
(horse low nickering)
(horses nickering)
(nickering)
♪♪
(leaves rustling)
Good boys, easy.
(whispering) Come
on, get out of here!
I can't, the keys are
over there on his vest.
Here.
Go on and kill him.
Might be trouble, might
be a posse out, come on.
Jim: I'd backtrack if I was you.
You drop that rifle.
Go on, drop it.
(thudding to ground)
You'd live a lot longer
if you go for that
pistol nice and easy.
On the ground.
(thudding)
You got a big heart, don't ya?
You see a man chained
up, you wanna undo him.
Now you walk over to that fire
so I can get a
look at that face.
Go on.
Turn around.
Don't be ashamed.
Now let's see
what you look like.
(clicking)
(gunshot)
♪♪
Buddy?
Is it bad, Buddy?
It ain't good.
Hang on, boy.
Hang on, boy.
Lobo, forget the marshal.
Bud's hurt, we
gotta get out of here.
Now go get the horses, Lobo!
Go get the horses.
(grunting)
Oh, Bud, I'm sorry,
I didn't see you.
It was an accident,
Bud, it was an accident.
I didn't see you, I was
trying to gun the marshal.
Come on, we gotta get you out
of here, we gotta get some help.
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(horses approaching)
man: Ho, ho!
How would you like
me to crack you one
right in the side of the haid?
Pardon me, ma'am.
What's a matter, haven't you
ever seen a woman before?
Well, you don't expect
to run across one.
Not out in the
middle of nowhere.
Well, you learn
something new all the time.
Yeah, one does, doesn't one?
Well, that was very
hospitable of you to stop.
What made you change your mind?
Females privilege,
changing her mind.
You looking for a lift?
I'd appreciate one.
Climb up.
Ho!
That sure is a big hunk
for anybody to swallow.
US Marshal, chasing two men?
Three men.
No horse, only a shotgun?
Don't have me
explain it to you again.
It was embarrassing
enough the first time.
Expect to keep
after 'em like that?
Yeah, that's my job.
The sheriff over
at Indian Wells,
he ought to give me a hand.
Lend me a mount
and an extra sidearm.
Sheriff?
Lawmen and jails cost
money, which the good folk
of Indian Wells don't
believe in laying out.
They make their own laws
with their own guns
and their own ropes.
You make it sound
like the Dark Continent.
They got a telegraph
office there, don't they?
They're just startin' to change
from candles to coal oil lamps.
Mister Marshal, you'll have to
head back the way you came,
if you want help.
Well, one of the men
I'm tracking is wounded.
So I don't think he'll be
going too far or too fast.
Whoa, whoa!
This is where I turn off.
Indian Wells is straight
ahead, a little over a mile.
Well, thank you.
Thank you very much.
Are you Cabot or Company?
I'm both, it was my father's.
He left it to me in his will.
Well, thank you, Miss Cabot.
Jessie.
Jessie, you know,
you're just about
the prettiest mule skinner
I ever came across.
Good hunting.
Ho!
I can't go on.
Take it easy, Lobo.
It's okay.
You'll be all right
if you rest a while.
I gotta pack that wound.
♪♪
(dog barking)
(barking continues)
Hello?
Anybody here?
Hey, anybody?!
Something you wanted?
Why didn't you answer
me when I called?
I wasn't sure I heard.
What's a matter with this town?
Looks deserted.
Most everybody's out.
And you haven't got a sheriff.
None in this town.
Mr. Chandler's nearest to it.
He's out too.
Hmm.
Well, this roan, is he for sale?
It's for sale.
What are you asking for him?
Well, I can't say for clear.
I always prized that
roan kinda highly.
Well, I'll give you $40.
- 40?
- Yup.
$40 and ten for the
bridle and the saddle.
If you'll throw in the blanket.
$50.
I'd talk you down to 35
if I wasn't in such a hurry.
Business like it is, you
could've got off for 25.
The food, general store open?
Food, uh, no, no.
I mean, no, nothing's open.
Just Forbes.
What's Forbes?
Saloon.
Oh.
This horse, can you
have him ready for trail
in the next ten minutes?
With a bill of sale?
Now can you handle
that on your own?
Well, I got me a boy around
here somewhere's about.
Ollie?
Ollie?
(horse galloping)
Yeah?
The sign outside
says you have food.
Lamb fries and swamp seed.
Fresh on the stove.
Best you'll eat
this side of Grande.
Some west.
Yeah.
Where you down from, the hills?
I thought by the
way you... looked...
Never stop a man
who's in a hurry.
If I get me one
cardinal rule it's...
Give me that beer.
Beer, yeah.
Did you say the food was ready?
Uh... Yeah, sure, right, food.
(footsteps fading)
Lousy service.
I've seen better
and I've seen worse.
(door opening)
(door closing)
You were right
about the service.
(exhaling)
(coin clanking)
You said you were
gonna have that horse
ready for trail in ten minutes.
What it was, I
been having a time
finding a saddle to suit you.
Yeah.
Well, you put that bridle
on him, I'll find a saddle.
(horses approaching)
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Where's that bill of sale?
I'm not about to get
shot for stealing a horse
I just paid $40 for.
I'll make it out for you.
You do that.
I'll need your
name for this paper.
It's Crown.
C-R-O...
W-N.
I guess that does her.
Thank you.
No good.
You're taking a
long time to get to it.
I just wanted to hear
how you call yourself.
Well, you did.
C-R-O-W-N.
United States Marshal, Cimarron.
Long way from home, marshal.
On business.
Without a mount?
Without a badge?
New style for a lawman?
Now you listen to me and
you listen to me real good.
I'm only gonna tell you once.
I was taking a
prisoner to Silver City.
And I was bushwhacked
by a couple of his friends.
I lost him, my badge,
my gun, everything.
Now those are the facts.
Facts, huh?
Who's your prisoner?
A kid.
Bank robbery suspect
out of Silver City.
What's his name?
I don't know, he gave me
a couple of different ones.
Who are his friends?
I don't know that either.
That scattergun.
That belonged to one of 'em.
Hmm.
They made you a present.
You heard all you're gonna hear.
Hmm... the facts.
That's right.
And I'm going after those men.
You know the penalty
for standing in the way
of a United States Marshal?
Nope.
But I don't think we
have to worry about it.
His ma didn't wanna let him go.
Don't take too
long, Mr. Chandler.
He's awful upset.
Sure, sure.
Sean, it was a terrible thing
that happened to your father.
But you said you
saw a man, a stranger.
He wore a special
kind of hat you said,
with a band that sparkled.
And there was something else.
He had a shotgun, you said.
The stock had
silver in it all over.
Sean, is this the man?
Is this the man
that killed your pa?
No, you just hold on.
Sean...
Hold on, there boy, hold on!
Now we've got the facts.
That boy's got it all wrong.
But he saw.
I had no shotgun.
Belonged to the man
that killed his father.
We got a duty of our
own to perform, marshal.
Take him home.
Hold it, boy.
Take a good look at me.
You might've seen
the hat and the shotgun,
but you've never seen me before.
In your whole life,
have you ever seen me?
Get him out of here.
Chad, King, get a rope.
You got hanging fever.
Right or wrong, it doesn't
make any difference.
You just wanna hang somebody.
You... a dirty mongrel killer.
This a, uh, private party?
Or can anybody join?
Who the devil are you?
Moon, Buckman Moon.
Sheriff, Pecos County, Texas.
I don't believe you.
Try.
What do you want?
Him.
No.
Been dogging him for two
months, I'm not losing him now.
He killed our blacksmith.
And five more ahead of him.
Pecos County's got
first hanging rights.
We caught him, he belongs to us.
Gonna make you a trade.
You give me a dead
body, I'll give you one.
Now you give me a live body...
All right.
Let him go.
Get your horse.
Nice and easy, Billy boy.
Want you to hang
legal and proper.
Hey, we can't stay
here any longer!
We can't go, it's daylight,
there's bound to be a posse out.
We're not going anywhere anyway
the way he is and you know it.
He's my brother,
I'm staying with him.
Oh, he's not my brother.
You do what you want.
Bill...
You gotta stick with me.
Don't let me die.
I didn't bust you
loose to bury you.
Now you shut up
with that kind of talk.
What are you waiting for?
Nothing.
♪♪
Hold up there, Billy boy.
Well, you think you
got away with it?
So far, it looks like it.
Yeah.
Until Mr. Chandler
starts thinking.
You've already started.
No, I've finished.
You sprung me loose with a gun.
Without papers, without a badge.
Pecos County lies to the east.
We're heading west.
You're a bounty hunter.
(laughing)
Well, I hope Chandler
ain't as fast as you.
Well, how much do you get?
$5,000.
Well, that's top money.
Um-hmm.
You ain't worth a
cent less, Billy boy.
Bill Baylor.
Is that who I'm supposed to be?
Don't start that again.
Now you heard me
talking to Chandler.
You can save your breath.
That story don't get
any better with age.
Here, put these on.
$5,000, Billy, dead or alive.
Go ahead and pull the trigger.
You're gonna save
yourself a lot of trouble.
Whenever I can help it,
I let the hangman
do his own dirty work.
Anyway, a four day
ride with a dead body
ain't what you'd call pleasant.
But for that kind of money,
I'll put up with
it if I have to.
All right.
I wanna see your face when
you try to collect anyway.
You got a key for
it, they're locked.
(horse whinnying)
(gunshot)
♪♪
♪ Oh Shenandoah
I long to hear you ♪
♪ Way-hey you rolling river ♪
♪ Oh Shenandoah ♪
♪ I long to hear you far... ♪
Who's there!
Who's there, come on,
I hear you, who is it?!
- It's Jim Crown.
- Crown?
I'm sorry I broke
in on you like this.
You sure didn't get
very far, did you?
Well, I ran into a
little trouble in town.
I could've told you that.
Come on out, it feels
like I'm talking to air.
Well, um...
Come on, I'm protected, lessen
you can see through a wall.
You're hurt.
Oh, just a little piece.
Well, why didn't
you say something?
Well, this isn't exactly the
place to have a conversation.
Get on in here and
take your shirt off.
I'll be in to patch
you up in a minute.
All right.
Is anybody at home?
Nobody here but
me and the mules.
Worst luck.
♪♪
Gotta wash after
working those mules.
They don't leave you smelling
like rosewater and lilac.
Now that's gonna
do a fine lot of good.
Company whiskey.
Traders come by now and again,
chew over the good old times.
Gotta be hospitable.
Oh.
Good for the mules, too.
When they got a cough.
Hold still.
Ow.
Can't be no worse
then when you got it.
Now, that does smart.
Maybe it don't look
so good but it ain't bad.
I've seen worse cuts from
a muleskinner's blacksnake.
Wrap it up just
to keep it clean.
(cloth ripping)
You should be good
as new inside a week.
(ripping)
What?
You know what I
was just thinking?
I know the way I
keep rattling on.
Habit, comes from
living alone, I guess.
Jessie, you're quite a gal.
Ow.
With a big heart, as well.
Never could pass
by any sick critter.
You're gonna tell me
how this happened?
Do I have to?
I know, you went into
town with that fool story
about being a marshal
and they sent you packing.
Well, worse than that.
There was a killing.
And they figured it was
me because of the shotgun.
One left behind by that
feller that jumped you?
Yup, he was the killer,
but I got the label for it.
It's lucky you got away.
Well, I had help.
But I jumped from the
frying pan into the fire.
A bounty hunter.
He made the same mistake.
He gave me this
before I could get away.
Mister, with what's
been happening to you,
you sure could write a book.
- Jessie?
- Hmm?
You said that fool story.
You don't believe it either?
I, uh... well...
I want you to level with me.
It's still a big
hunk to swallow.
So far, nobody's told
me any different, so, uh...
I'll get it down.
Well, I'll settle for that.
And thanks for the patch job.
Oh, sure.
You can't wear that.
I can't walk around half naked.
Well, let me wash it first.
No, I haven't got time.
I know, I still got some
of my father's stuff
in a trunk upstairs.
There out to be a
shirt or something.
I, um...
I want to believe
you... marshal.
(horses approaching)
There's that posse from town.
Chandler, that
puffed-up busy-body.
Get in the kitchen,
I'll handle him.
I don't know about that.
You heard my side of the story.
Now you're gonna hear theirs.
I'll make up my own mind.
Now get.
(knocking)
man: Jessie, Jessie?
Jessie, Jessie, you home?
Yeah, yeah, I'm coming.
(door closing)
And we lost their trail
a couple miles back
but they can't be too far off.
Now whoever'd be coming all
the way out here, Mr. Chandler?
I would be, Jessie, anytime.
Yeah, it's funny how this
place always draws polecats.
This is serious, Jessie.
These men are
dangerous, killers.
You just said one of 'em
was a sheriff from Texas.
Sheriff, my hat.
I said he was pretending.
He's an outlaw.
A confederate saved
his friend, he tricked us.
That wasn't hard to do, huh?
All right, Mr. Chandler, I
understand, you got a problem.
What do you want me to
do, ride out with a posse?
Glad to have you, Jessie.
Will you watch for
these men, Jessie?
If you see them,
let me know at once.
All right, Mr. Chandler.
Now will you be here?
Lessen I get an
invite some place.
You're on, Jessie, come on
into town and have a drink.
I prefer the company
of my mules.
(all laughing)
Thank you, Jessie.
They want you bad.
Do you think they'll be back?
Could be.
I gotta get out of here.
All I got are a
couple of tired mules.
They won't do you much good.
Well, can you get me a horse?
If I went into Indian Wells
and all of a sudden
asked for a horse,
people would start getting
nosey and they'd ask questions.
Well, what's the
next nearest town?
Del Rey, about
20 miles from here.
That's too far to walk.
Well, I could take you.
Jessie...
Now you've done enough
for me, and I'm grateful.
But I don't wanna
take the chance
of maybe you getting hurt.
Oh, I appreciate you worrying
about you 'cause I'm a woman.
It's been a long time, it's
like nobody ever noticed.
But the only way you're
gonna get past that posse
whether you like it or
not is to hide in my wagon.
Marshal.
Ho, Dish, ho.
Ho, ho.
It's a shame you have
to work so hard, miss.
I mean with the mules
and the freight hauling,
that sort of thing.
That's nothing for a
lady, the way I see it.
Who are you, what do you want?
Well, I thought maybe you
could help me, Miss Cabot.
I'm a... sort of a hunter.
Looking for a very
special kind of pelt.
The real money kind.
Around here?
Well, yeah, I don't
know where to look.
And I know.
There's real good
bounty in this game.
Hmm. Better n' good.
If you a mind for
that kind of hunting.
You make no mistake about
it, miss, he's pure coyote.
Big mouth that
grins all the time.
Full of fancy talk,
always trying to figure out
how to sink those teeth
of his into your throat.
Yeah, been after Billy
boy for a long time.
I guess I know
about all his moves.
He's got 'em down about perfect.
Yeah, well, if you don't mind...
He's a real fancy
one, this Billy boy.
He gets people to
feeling sorry for him.
Makes up stories
like you never heard.
I remember once he
almost had a whole town
going against his own sheriff.
And women.
Women are the best for him.
Believe anything he says,
do anything to help him.
I sometimes think I'd like
to change places with him.
Right up to the noose, that is.
Just to have a woman
feeling about me
like they feel about him.
He's really something,
this Billy boy.
'Course I... I'm sure you're
not that kind of a sparrow, miss.
Nope!
(groaning)
Well, I just wanted
you to know about him.
Understand, it's very important
for me to catch up with him.
$5,000 is a lot of money.
I could do with less,
I'd be willing to split it.
$2500 to anybody
that'd help me catch him.
Well, you think about it, miss.
I figure he'll be heading south.
Be covering that ground myself
on the road down to Silver City.
If you happen to be down that
way, hear anything about him.
Let me know.
Like I said, even split.
$2500 for anybody
helps me nail him.
You could do a lot for this
place with that kind of money.
I'll be south of town, miss.
♪♪
(wagon approaching)
Whoa, boy, ho.
All right, Jessie,
it's up to you.
Yeah, I know.
Ho!
♪♪
(wagon rattling)
Ho.
It looks safe enough,
you can come out now.
Phew.
Boy.
That was a bumpy ride.
I would've been
better off to walk.
How much further?
Oh, a couple hours yet.
Well, let's go.
All right.
Rats.
What's a matter?
Rotten leather.
What are you doing back?
You'll need one
friend at his funeral.
There's a shack up ahead.
Anybody living in it?
(sighing)
Nothing but rats by the look.
That's good enough, let's go.
(whistling)
Well, you're pretty handy.
Better than most.
You ought to be proud of it.
Nothing wrong with
being a muleskinner.
No, I never said there was.
Just that most women I know,
they'd rather sit
in a parlor and knit.
Sure, that's fine if they
got a man providing.
Looks to me like...
Like your papi left you
a bundle of headaches.
Oh, it's not his fault.
He didn't have anything else.
Why don't you sell out?
A couple of mangy mules
and a busted-down
wagon, worn-out barn?
Sure couldn't
get a lot for that.
Might surprise you.
You might get enough
to get away from all this.
Hmm, so I could sit in a parlor
and knit and be a lady, huh?
(chuckling)
Jessie, you are a lady.
Lady is as lady does,
my pa always said.
Muleskinning or whatever.
Anyhow, I ain't selling.
Cabot and Company
stays in business
as long as I got a breath in me.
Well, it's gonna take
more than a breath
to keep this outfit rolling.
It's gonna take hard cash.
Yup.
Come on, giddy-up, come on.
♪♪
A... bill that no
one's gonna collect.
Get the horses out of sight.
(groaning)
That'll have to hold you till
we can get you to a doctor, Bud.
We can get out of here
as soon as it gets dark.
Ho, ho.
Ho...
They need watering.
That old shack down there,
that's one of our
old relay stations.
It'll just take a
couple of minutes.
Come on, get up!
That's a wagon.
I could sure use that for Bud.
And look who's riding
on that seat, will ya?
♪♪
Wait a minute, hold it.
Hey...
Watering trough's
getting kind of low.
I'll get it for you.
(pump squeaking)
Marshal!
Easy, Billy boy.
- Who's that?
- I don't know.
Howdy, ma'am.
Missed your turn back
there somewhere, didn't you?
Marshal, I never...
It's all right, Jessie.
All right, Billy, it's
bounty time, let's go.
You're still whistling that
same old tune, aren't you?
$5,000 makes awful pretty music.
And that $5,000 is probably
halfway to Mexico by now.
And that sweet music
is turning sour fast.
Your tune's getting
a little flat too, Billy.
No, ma'am!
Just ease that down here.
Got no quarrel with you, ma'am.
We're wasting time, Billy.
Why don't you save us some?
All right, Moon.
I'm your prisoner.
Um-hmm, that's the way I see it.
I'm gonna deposit
you in Silver City.
Fine, that's just
where I wanna go.
There's a long stretch in jail
waitin' for the man who
interferes with a marshal.
And you're gonna have
time there to think about
what you could've
done with that $5,000.
(chuckling)
No, no, you ain't gonna
talk me outta nothing.
Oh, I don't want
to, not anymore.
Silver City is just
where I wanna go.
The law there will
be able to identify me.
Now if you still got
those handcuffs,
why don't you use them?
You're bluffin'.
Why don't you call him?
Come on, bounty hunter.
Now wait a minute,
wait a minute.
If you ain't Bill
Baylor, where is he?
Well, like I was saying,
he's probably halfway
to Mexico by now.
Now are you gonna stand around
and talk or are we gonna ride?
Let's go.
You better go home, Jessie.
And thank you... Thank
you for everything.
Will you be coming through
here on your way to Cimarron?
I'll make it a point to.
Wait till they're out of sight.
Then we'll take the girl.
Bill!
Bill!
Take it easy, Bud.
She's coming in.
Hey!
Take it easy, ma'am.
All we want is your wagon.
Lobo, tie her up.
That'll be easy.
(gunshot)
Came from Jessie's shack.
I'll bust you.
Now leave her alone, Lobo.
Are they coming?
I don't see 'em.
They must've heard.
We gotta get out of here.
Not without Bud.
He's finished and so are
you if we don't leave now.
Shut up!
I won't cry at
your funeral, Billy.
Ha!
♪♪
(gunshot)
(groaning)
(gun cocking)
(gunshots)
(groaning)
(gunshot)
(gun cocking)
Oh, yeah.
You got a hole in you.
That ought to let
some of your air out.
Watch it.
(gunshot)
(death rattle)
(gun cocking)
Baylor!
You're coming out
one way or the other.
Don't debate it too long.
Crown.
(gun cocking)
Don't.
What's the use?
(gun uncocking)
Baylor!
(door creaking)
All right, Crown!
It's all over, I give up.
All right, then.
Move outside
where I can see you.
Don't shoot, marshal,
my brother's dead.
(gun cocking/gunshot)
His brother?
It's been a long
trip for both of them.
♪ Oh Shenandoah
I long to hear you ♪
♪ Way-hey you rolling river ♪
♪ Oh Shenandoah ♪
♪ I long to hear you ♪♪
- Hi.
- Hi.
This time you caught
me washing my mule.
You, uh, heading
back to Cimarron?
Um-hmm, yeah I just wanted
to stop by and say goodbye.
Thank you.
Glad I could help.
Next time you come
around more peaceable
I'll cook you up a good meal.
I'd like that.
And the way I see it, why
you fit better in a kitchen
than you do behind
a pair of mules.
That's the way I
keep seeing it myself.
But I gotta have a...
somebody to cook for, though.
Well, you will, Jessie.
I can wait.
Goodbye, marshal.
Good luck.
Thank you, Jessie.
♪♪
I'll go get the bed rolls.
(door closing)
All right, kid, now
get that food down.
We got a long hard
trip in front of us.
Where?
Silver City.
Marshal, I don't know
what you're talking.
I never even been
down to Silver City.
You save it for the judge.
Now coming into Cimarron on
that freight and stealing that horse.
That... yeah, I
mean, that, I did.
But not what you said.
Let me read you something.
The hold-up party, sighted,
suspect, name unknown.
Age 20, red hair,
fair complexion...
Uh, there's a thousand
guys gonna look like that.
Maybe so.
Identifying marks.
Across the right
knuckles, M-O-T-H-E-R.
Now that's you.
Saddled and packed,
five days provisions.
Add this to it.
Leg irons, for what?
That lad's barely weaned.
That lad is wanted in
Silver City, New Mexico
for boyish pranks like
shooting people in the back.
I hope it hasn't been
too bad for you here.
Ma'am, I'd got
arrested a long time ago
if I'd known they
fed like this in jail.
Same as you get
in the Wayfarers.
Maybe, but there
I'd have to pay for it.
Now hear, the government does.
(chuckling)
This is just as good
as Ma used to put out.
- It's too bad.
- What is?
Ma.
It's her birthday in three days.
I was hoping I
could be there... now.
That is too bad.
Thought I could
send her a telegraph.
Aw, I don't know.
I'm sure the marshal
will send one for you.
A telegraph from the
marshal about me?
That's some birthday present.
I could send it for you.
Would you?
Why not? Just a minute.
Well, I, uh...
I never had much
of a hand for, uh...
Of course, just tell me
what you want to say.
I'm much obliged.
Send this to my aunt
instead of my ma.
Ma always said nothing
came over those wires
'cept death and disaster.
I understand, go on.
Hope to be there
for Ma's birthday.
Can't.
On my way to
Silver City with a...
friend for a...
(exhaling)
For a...
Business.
That's good, yeah, on business.
I'll write you when I get there.
Give Ma a kiss for me, Bud.
How's that?
Fine.
The address?
Uh... Little Eva Holman.
My aunt's kind of tiny.
Folks always call her "little".
Miss Eva Holman.
Alway House, Royal Grande.
She'll know just how
to handle everything.
♪♪
(footsteps fading)
Put that sticker away
before I cut you up into bacon.
You're little brother messed
up more than your bank job.
They caught him?
In Cimarron.
They're taking him
back to Silver City.
I gather you'll be
leaving me boy blue?
Right now.
What's owed?
25 for hiding you
out three weeks.
And... 25 for keeping
these old lips sewed up.
Those are bargain rates.
That cleans me out.
Here, there's
enough to buy candles
for your mama's birthday cake.
I could owe you the 50.
Um-hmm, here we take
the cash and let the credit go.
That's what I thought.
Be careful of
that fouling piece.
Or a man upstairs is worth more
to the law than you are, honey.
They'd tear your limb from limb
if you touch a hair
of this old head.
You won't believe they would?
Jake saddled your horses.
You can hardly wait to
get rid of us, can you?
(door closing)
(birds chirping)
Amigo, I thought she said
Jake saddled the horses?
Got a feeling he did.
You crazy? We rode
in on good ponies.
She ain't gonna
get away with it.
Hey, these ain't our horses!
Those are the
horses you rode in on.
Don't give me that.
Didn't they, Jake?
How about it, Tommy?
I guess we did, Lobo.
Couple of days ride
and they'll be crow bait.
Couple of days and
you'll be at the border.
And take my advice, cross over.
You stink of bounty.
Nobody hangs my brother.
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
Nice country, ain't it?
Looks like some good water.
Let's rest a spell.
Well, I sure ain't in no hurry.
Fill it up.
(birds twittering)
Indian Wells.
Ain't even a scratch on the map.
There's a livery in
the middle of town.
Any law?
Nothing I see.
But there's a few
horses worth taking.
No dice.
They'll bring Bud down
the Fort Union supply trail.
I don't cotton to a
posse of local yahoos
hounding Bud for a stolen plug.
You ain't gonna get five miles
if you don't have that
hoof cleaned out, Billy.
I know.
You wait here,
I'll be right back.
All right.
♪♪
Well, this turpentine, I...
I don't know how far
it's gonna do you good.
Without the shoe...
Don't give you more
than a half-a-day without it.
Half-a-day's all I need.
Have I seen you someplace?
Have you?
No, you know how it is.
Cowpokes coming
through here all the time, I...
I don't remember faces.
Sean, go home.
I been home.
You hear, go get your lunch.
I just did.
Then go tell your ma,
I'm coming for mine.
Why?
Do what you're told!
Kids these days,
think they'd mind?
Look, I'm gonna get a rasp
and take off that itch for you.
♪♪
All right now?
Yeah, he cleaned out the hoof.
Good.
A shotgun.
What kind of a shotgun.
A... on the stock.
It was... silver.
And all over it was, uh, silver.
What else?
He caved his hat.
With a band.
It sparkled.
Come, son.
Let's go.
♪♪
That's them, that's Bud.
We can't risk any gunshot,
might be a posse out.
Best just to fall onto
the camp for the night
then take 'em quiet.
♪♪
Finish that then
get some shut-eye.
We're gonna break
camp before daylight.
I can't sleep
with this thing on.
I can.
(metal clanking)
(crickets chirping)
(exhaling)
(horse low nickering)
(horses nickering)
(nickering)
♪♪
(leaves rustling)
Good boys, easy.
(whispering) Come
on, get out of here!
I can't, the keys are
over there on his vest.
Here.
Go on and kill him.
Might be trouble, might
be a posse out, come on.
Jim: I'd backtrack if I was you.
You drop that rifle.
Go on, drop it.
(thudding to ground)
You'd live a lot longer
if you go for that
pistol nice and easy.
On the ground.
(thudding)
You got a big heart, don't ya?
You see a man chained
up, you wanna undo him.
Now you walk over to that fire
so I can get a
look at that face.
Go on.
Turn around.
Don't be ashamed.
Now let's see
what you look like.
(clicking)
(gunshot)
♪♪
Buddy?
Is it bad, Buddy?
It ain't good.
Hang on, boy.
Hang on, boy.
Lobo, forget the marshal.
Bud's hurt, we
gotta get out of here.
Now go get the horses, Lobo!
Go get the horses.
(grunting)
Oh, Bud, I'm sorry,
I didn't see you.
It was an accident,
Bud, it was an accident.
I didn't see you, I was
trying to gun the marshal.
Come on, we gotta get you out
of here, we gotta get some help.
♪♪
(horses approaching)
man: Ho, ho!
How would you like
me to crack you one
right in the side of the haid?
Pardon me, ma'am.
What's a matter, haven't you
ever seen a woman before?
Well, you don't expect
to run across one.
Not out in the
middle of nowhere.
Well, you learn
something new all the time.
Yeah, one does, doesn't one?
Well, that was very
hospitable of you to stop.
What made you change your mind?
Females privilege,
changing her mind.
You looking for a lift?
I'd appreciate one.
Climb up.
Ho!
That sure is a big hunk
for anybody to swallow.
US Marshal, chasing two men?
Three men.
No horse, only a shotgun?
Don't have me
explain it to you again.
It was embarrassing
enough the first time.
Expect to keep
after 'em like that?
Yeah, that's my job.
The sheriff over
at Indian Wells,
he ought to give me a hand.
Lend me a mount
and an extra sidearm.
Sheriff?
Lawmen and jails cost
money, which the good folk
of Indian Wells don't
believe in laying out.
They make their own laws
with their own guns
and their own ropes.
You make it sound
like the Dark Continent.
They got a telegraph
office there, don't they?
They're just startin' to change
from candles to coal oil lamps.
Mister Marshal, you'll have to
head back the way you came,
if you want help.
Well, one of the men
I'm tracking is wounded.
So I don't think he'll be
going too far or too fast.
Whoa, whoa!
This is where I turn off.
Indian Wells is straight
ahead, a little over a mile.
Well, thank you.
Thank you very much.
Are you Cabot or Company?
I'm both, it was my father's.
He left it to me in his will.
Well, thank you, Miss Cabot.
Jessie.
Jessie, you know,
you're just about
the prettiest mule skinner
I ever came across.
Good hunting.
Ho!
I can't go on.
Take it easy, Lobo.
It's okay.
You'll be all right
if you rest a while.
I gotta pack that wound.
♪♪
(dog barking)
(barking continues)
Hello?
Anybody here?
Hey, anybody?!
Something you wanted?
Why didn't you answer
me when I called?
I wasn't sure I heard.
What's a matter with this town?
Looks deserted.
Most everybody's out.
And you haven't got a sheriff.
None in this town.
Mr. Chandler's nearest to it.
He's out too.
Hmm.
Well, this roan, is he for sale?
It's for sale.
What are you asking for him?
Well, I can't say for clear.
I always prized that
roan kinda highly.
Well, I'll give you $40.
- 40?
- Yup.
$40 and ten for the
bridle and the saddle.
If you'll throw in the blanket.
$50.
I'd talk you down to 35
if I wasn't in such a hurry.
Business like it is, you
could've got off for 25.
The food, general store open?
Food, uh, no, no.
I mean, no, nothing's open.
Just Forbes.
What's Forbes?
Saloon.
Oh.
This horse, can you
have him ready for trail
in the next ten minutes?
With a bill of sale?
Now can you handle
that on your own?
Well, I got me a boy around
here somewhere's about.
Ollie?
Ollie?
(horse galloping)
Yeah?
The sign outside
says you have food.
Lamb fries and swamp seed.
Fresh on the stove.
Best you'll eat
this side of Grande.
Some west.
Yeah.
Where you down from, the hills?
I thought by the
way you... looked...
Never stop a man
who's in a hurry.
If I get me one
cardinal rule it's...
Give me that beer.
Beer, yeah.
Did you say the food was ready?
Uh... Yeah, sure, right, food.
(footsteps fading)
Lousy service.
I've seen better
and I've seen worse.
(door opening)
(door closing)
You were right
about the service.
(exhaling)
(coin clanking)
You said you were
gonna have that horse
ready for trail in ten minutes.
What it was, I
been having a time
finding a saddle to suit you.
Yeah.
Well, you put that bridle
on him, I'll find a saddle.
(horses approaching)
♪♪
Where's that bill of sale?
I'm not about to get
shot for stealing a horse
I just paid $40 for.
I'll make it out for you.
You do that.
I'll need your
name for this paper.
It's Crown.
C-R-O...
W-N.
I guess that does her.
Thank you.
No good.
You're taking a
long time to get to it.
I just wanted to hear
how you call yourself.
Well, you did.
C-R-O-W-N.
United States Marshal, Cimarron.
Long way from home, marshal.
On business.
Without a mount?
Without a badge?
New style for a lawman?
Now you listen to me and
you listen to me real good.
I'm only gonna tell you once.
I was taking a
prisoner to Silver City.
And I was bushwhacked
by a couple of his friends.
I lost him, my badge,
my gun, everything.
Now those are the facts.
Facts, huh?
Who's your prisoner?
A kid.
Bank robbery suspect
out of Silver City.
What's his name?
I don't know, he gave me
a couple of different ones.
Who are his friends?
I don't know that either.
That scattergun.
That belonged to one of 'em.
Hmm.
They made you a present.
You heard all you're gonna hear.
Hmm... the facts.
That's right.
And I'm going after those men.
You know the penalty
for standing in the way
of a United States Marshal?
Nope.
But I don't think we
have to worry about it.
His ma didn't wanna let him go.
Don't take too
long, Mr. Chandler.
He's awful upset.
Sure, sure.
Sean, it was a terrible thing
that happened to your father.
But you said you
saw a man, a stranger.
He wore a special
kind of hat you said,
with a band that sparkled.
And there was something else.
He had a shotgun, you said.
The stock had
silver in it all over.
Sean, is this the man?
Is this the man
that killed your pa?
No, you just hold on.
Sean...
Hold on, there boy, hold on!
Now we've got the facts.
That boy's got it all wrong.
But he saw.
I had no shotgun.
Belonged to the man
that killed his father.
We got a duty of our
own to perform, marshal.
Take him home.
Hold it, boy.
Take a good look at me.
You might've seen
the hat and the shotgun,
but you've never seen me before.
In your whole life,
have you ever seen me?
Get him out of here.
Chad, King, get a rope.
You got hanging fever.
Right or wrong, it doesn't
make any difference.
You just wanna hang somebody.
You... a dirty mongrel killer.
This a, uh, private party?
Or can anybody join?
Who the devil are you?
Moon, Buckman Moon.
Sheriff, Pecos County, Texas.
I don't believe you.
Try.
What do you want?
Him.
No.
Been dogging him for two
months, I'm not losing him now.
He killed our blacksmith.
And five more ahead of him.
Pecos County's got
first hanging rights.
We caught him, he belongs to us.
Gonna make you a trade.
You give me a dead
body, I'll give you one.
Now you give me a live body...
All right.
Let him go.
Get your horse.
Nice and easy, Billy boy.
Want you to hang
legal and proper.
Hey, we can't stay
here any longer!
We can't go, it's daylight,
there's bound to be a posse out.
We're not going anywhere anyway
the way he is and you know it.
He's my brother,
I'm staying with him.
Oh, he's not my brother.
You do what you want.
Bill...
You gotta stick with me.
Don't let me die.
I didn't bust you
loose to bury you.
Now you shut up
with that kind of talk.
What are you waiting for?
Nothing.
♪♪
Hold up there, Billy boy.
Well, you think you
got away with it?
So far, it looks like it.
Yeah.
Until Mr. Chandler
starts thinking.
You've already started.
No, I've finished.
You sprung me loose with a gun.
Without papers, without a badge.
Pecos County lies to the east.
We're heading west.
You're a bounty hunter.
(laughing)
Well, I hope Chandler
ain't as fast as you.
Well, how much do you get?
$5,000.
Well, that's top money.
Um-hmm.
You ain't worth a
cent less, Billy boy.
Bill Baylor.
Is that who I'm supposed to be?
Don't start that again.
Now you heard me
talking to Chandler.
You can save your breath.
That story don't get
any better with age.
Here, put these on.
$5,000, Billy, dead or alive.
Go ahead and pull the trigger.
You're gonna save
yourself a lot of trouble.
Whenever I can help it,
I let the hangman
do his own dirty work.
Anyway, a four day
ride with a dead body
ain't what you'd call pleasant.
But for that kind of money,
I'll put up with
it if I have to.
All right.
I wanna see your face when
you try to collect anyway.
You got a key for
it, they're locked.
(horse whinnying)
(gunshot)
♪♪
♪ Oh Shenandoah
I long to hear you ♪
♪ Way-hey you rolling river ♪
♪ Oh Shenandoah ♪
♪ I long to hear you far... ♪
Who's there!
Who's there, come on,
I hear you, who is it?!
- It's Jim Crown.
- Crown?
I'm sorry I broke
in on you like this.
You sure didn't get
very far, did you?
Well, I ran into a
little trouble in town.
I could've told you that.
Come on out, it feels
like I'm talking to air.
Well, um...
Come on, I'm protected, lessen
you can see through a wall.
You're hurt.
Oh, just a little piece.
Well, why didn't
you say something?
Well, this isn't exactly the
place to have a conversation.
Get on in here and
take your shirt off.
I'll be in to patch
you up in a minute.
All right.
Is anybody at home?
Nobody here but
me and the mules.
Worst luck.
♪♪
Gotta wash after
working those mules.
They don't leave you smelling
like rosewater and lilac.
Now that's gonna
do a fine lot of good.
Company whiskey.
Traders come by now and again,
chew over the good old times.
Gotta be hospitable.
Oh.
Good for the mules, too.
When they got a cough.
Hold still.
Ow.
Can't be no worse
then when you got it.
Now, that does smart.
Maybe it don't look
so good but it ain't bad.
I've seen worse cuts from
a muleskinner's blacksnake.
Wrap it up just
to keep it clean.
(cloth ripping)
You should be good
as new inside a week.
(ripping)
What?
You know what I
was just thinking?
I know the way I
keep rattling on.
Habit, comes from
living alone, I guess.
Jessie, you're quite a gal.
Ow.
With a big heart, as well.
Never could pass
by any sick critter.
You're gonna tell me
how this happened?
Do I have to?
I know, you went into
town with that fool story
about being a marshal
and they sent you packing.
Well, worse than that.
There was a killing.
And they figured it was
me because of the shotgun.
One left behind by that
feller that jumped you?
Yup, he was the killer,
but I got the label for it.
It's lucky you got away.
Well, I had help.
But I jumped from the
frying pan into the fire.
A bounty hunter.
He made the same mistake.
He gave me this
before I could get away.
Mister, with what's
been happening to you,
you sure could write a book.
- Jessie?
- Hmm?
You said that fool story.
You don't believe it either?
I, uh... well...
I want you to level with me.
It's still a big
hunk to swallow.
So far, nobody's told
me any different, so, uh...
I'll get it down.
Well, I'll settle for that.
And thanks for the patch job.
Oh, sure.
You can't wear that.
I can't walk around half naked.
Well, let me wash it first.
No, I haven't got time.
I know, I still got some
of my father's stuff
in a trunk upstairs.
There out to be a
shirt or something.
I, um...
I want to believe
you... marshal.
(horses approaching)
There's that posse from town.
Chandler, that
puffed-up busy-body.
Get in the kitchen,
I'll handle him.
I don't know about that.
You heard my side of the story.
Now you're gonna hear theirs.
I'll make up my own mind.
Now get.
(knocking)
man: Jessie, Jessie?
Jessie, Jessie, you home?
Yeah, yeah, I'm coming.
(door closing)
And we lost their trail
a couple miles back
but they can't be too far off.
Now whoever'd be coming all
the way out here, Mr. Chandler?
I would be, Jessie, anytime.
Yeah, it's funny how this
place always draws polecats.
This is serious, Jessie.
These men are
dangerous, killers.
You just said one of 'em
was a sheriff from Texas.
Sheriff, my hat.
I said he was pretending.
He's an outlaw.
A confederate saved
his friend, he tricked us.
That wasn't hard to do, huh?
All right, Mr. Chandler, I
understand, you got a problem.
What do you want me to
do, ride out with a posse?
Glad to have you, Jessie.
Will you watch for
these men, Jessie?
If you see them,
let me know at once.
All right, Mr. Chandler.
Now will you be here?
Lessen I get an
invite some place.
You're on, Jessie, come on
into town and have a drink.
I prefer the company
of my mules.
(all laughing)
Thank you, Jessie.
They want you bad.
Do you think they'll be back?
Could be.
I gotta get out of here.
All I got are a
couple of tired mules.
They won't do you much good.
Well, can you get me a horse?
If I went into Indian Wells
and all of a sudden
asked for a horse,
people would start getting
nosey and they'd ask questions.
Well, what's the
next nearest town?
Del Rey, about
20 miles from here.
That's too far to walk.
Well, I could take you.
Jessie...
Now you've done enough
for me, and I'm grateful.
But I don't wanna
take the chance
of maybe you getting hurt.
Oh, I appreciate you worrying
about you 'cause I'm a woman.
It's been a long time, it's
like nobody ever noticed.
But the only way you're
gonna get past that posse
whether you like it or
not is to hide in my wagon.
Marshal.
Ho, Dish, ho.
Ho, ho.
It's a shame you have
to work so hard, miss.
I mean with the mules
and the freight hauling,
that sort of thing.
That's nothing for a
lady, the way I see it.
Who are you, what do you want?
Well, I thought maybe you
could help me, Miss Cabot.
I'm a... sort of a hunter.
Looking for a very
special kind of pelt.
The real money kind.
Around here?
Well, yeah, I don't
know where to look.
And I know.
There's real good
bounty in this game.
Hmm. Better n' good.
If you a mind for
that kind of hunting.
You make no mistake about
it, miss, he's pure coyote.
Big mouth that
grins all the time.
Full of fancy talk,
always trying to figure out
how to sink those teeth
of his into your throat.
Yeah, been after Billy
boy for a long time.
I guess I know
about all his moves.
He's got 'em down about perfect.
Yeah, well, if you don't mind...
He's a real fancy
one, this Billy boy.
He gets people to
feeling sorry for him.
Makes up stories
like you never heard.
I remember once he
almost had a whole town
going against his own sheriff.
And women.
Women are the best for him.
Believe anything he says,
do anything to help him.
I sometimes think I'd like
to change places with him.
Right up to the noose, that is.
Just to have a woman
feeling about me
like they feel about him.
He's really something,
this Billy boy.
'Course I... I'm sure you're
not that kind of a sparrow, miss.
Nope!
(groaning)
Well, I just wanted
you to know about him.
Understand, it's very important
for me to catch up with him.
$5,000 is a lot of money.
I could do with less,
I'd be willing to split it.
$2500 to anybody
that'd help me catch him.
Well, you think about it, miss.
I figure he'll be heading south.
Be covering that ground myself
on the road down to Silver City.
If you happen to be down that
way, hear anything about him.
Let me know.
Like I said, even split.
$2500 for anybody
helps me nail him.
You could do a lot for this
place with that kind of money.
I'll be south of town, miss.
♪♪
(wagon approaching)
Whoa, boy, ho.
All right, Jessie,
it's up to you.
Yeah, I know.
Ho!
♪♪
(wagon rattling)
Ho.
It looks safe enough,
you can come out now.
Phew.
Boy.
That was a bumpy ride.
I would've been
better off to walk.
How much further?
Oh, a couple hours yet.
Well, let's go.
All right.
Rats.
What's a matter?
Rotten leather.
What are you doing back?
You'll need one
friend at his funeral.
There's a shack up ahead.
Anybody living in it?
(sighing)
Nothing but rats by the look.
That's good enough, let's go.
(whistling)
Well, you're pretty handy.
Better than most.
You ought to be proud of it.
Nothing wrong with
being a muleskinner.
No, I never said there was.
Just that most women I know,
they'd rather sit
in a parlor and knit.
Sure, that's fine if they
got a man providing.
Looks to me like...
Like your papi left you
a bundle of headaches.
Oh, it's not his fault.
He didn't have anything else.
Why don't you sell out?
A couple of mangy mules
and a busted-down
wagon, worn-out barn?
Sure couldn't
get a lot for that.
Might surprise you.
You might get enough
to get away from all this.
Hmm, so I could sit in a parlor
and knit and be a lady, huh?
(chuckling)
Jessie, you are a lady.
Lady is as lady does,
my pa always said.
Muleskinning or whatever.
Anyhow, I ain't selling.
Cabot and Company
stays in business
as long as I got a breath in me.
Well, it's gonna take
more than a breath
to keep this outfit rolling.
It's gonna take hard cash.
Yup.
Come on, giddy-up, come on.
♪♪
A... bill that no
one's gonna collect.
Get the horses out of sight.
(groaning)
That'll have to hold you till
we can get you to a doctor, Bud.
We can get out of here
as soon as it gets dark.
Ho, ho.
Ho...
They need watering.
That old shack down there,
that's one of our
old relay stations.
It'll just take a
couple of minutes.
Come on, get up!
That's a wagon.
I could sure use that for Bud.
And look who's riding
on that seat, will ya?
♪♪
Wait a minute, hold it.
Hey...
Watering trough's
getting kind of low.
I'll get it for you.
(pump squeaking)
Marshal!
Easy, Billy boy.
- Who's that?
- I don't know.
Howdy, ma'am.
Missed your turn back
there somewhere, didn't you?
Marshal, I never...
It's all right, Jessie.
All right, Billy, it's
bounty time, let's go.
You're still whistling that
same old tune, aren't you?
$5,000 makes awful pretty music.
And that $5,000 is probably
halfway to Mexico by now.
And that sweet music
is turning sour fast.
Your tune's getting
a little flat too, Billy.
No, ma'am!
Just ease that down here.
Got no quarrel with you, ma'am.
We're wasting time, Billy.
Why don't you save us some?
All right, Moon.
I'm your prisoner.
Um-hmm, that's the way I see it.
I'm gonna deposit
you in Silver City.
Fine, that's just
where I wanna go.
There's a long stretch in jail
waitin' for the man who
interferes with a marshal.
And you're gonna have
time there to think about
what you could've
done with that $5,000.
(chuckling)
No, no, you ain't gonna
talk me outta nothing.
Oh, I don't want
to, not anymore.
Silver City is just
where I wanna go.
The law there will
be able to identify me.
Now if you still got
those handcuffs,
why don't you use them?
You're bluffin'.
Why don't you call him?
Come on, bounty hunter.
Now wait a minute,
wait a minute.
If you ain't Bill
Baylor, where is he?
Well, like I was saying,
he's probably halfway
to Mexico by now.
Now are you gonna stand around
and talk or are we gonna ride?
Let's go.
You better go home, Jessie.
And thank you... Thank
you for everything.
Will you be coming through
here on your way to Cimarron?
I'll make it a point to.
Wait till they're out of sight.
Then we'll take the girl.
Bill!
Bill!
Take it easy, Bud.
She's coming in.
Hey!
Take it easy, ma'am.
All we want is your wagon.
Lobo, tie her up.
That'll be easy.
(gunshot)
Came from Jessie's shack.
I'll bust you.
Now leave her alone, Lobo.
Are they coming?
I don't see 'em.
They must've heard.
We gotta get out of here.
Not without Bud.
He's finished and so are
you if we don't leave now.
Shut up!
I won't cry at
your funeral, Billy.
Ha!
♪♪
(gunshot)
(groaning)
(gun cocking)
(gunshots)
(groaning)
(gunshot)
(gun cocking)
Oh, yeah.
You got a hole in you.
That ought to let
some of your air out.
Watch it.
(gunshot)
(death rattle)
(gun cocking)
Baylor!
You're coming out
one way or the other.
Don't debate it too long.
Crown.
(gun cocking)
Don't.
What's the use?
(gun uncocking)
Baylor!
(door creaking)
All right, Crown!
It's all over, I give up.
All right, then.
Move outside
where I can see you.
Don't shoot, marshal,
my brother's dead.
(gun cocking/gunshot)
His brother?
It's been a long
trip for both of them.
♪ Oh Shenandoah
I long to hear you ♪
♪ Way-hey you rolling river ♪
♪ Oh Shenandoah ♪
♪ I long to hear you ♪♪
- Hi.
- Hi.
This time you caught
me washing my mule.
You, uh, heading
back to Cimarron?
Um-hmm, yeah I just wanted
to stop by and say goodbye.
Thank you.
Glad I could help.
Next time you come
around more peaceable
I'll cook you up a good meal.
I'd like that.
And the way I see it, why
you fit better in a kitchen
than you do behind
a pair of mules.
That's the way I
keep seeing it myself.
But I gotta have a...
somebody to cook for, though.
Well, you will, Jessie.
I can wait.
Goodbye, marshal.
Good luck.
Thank you, Jessie.
♪♪