Gunsmoke (1955–1975): Season 4, Episode 30 - Renegade White - full transcript
A gunfight in the Long Branch forces Matt to arrest a drunk. Letting him go since it was a fair fight, he suspects him of selling guns to the Indians, and goes after him even though he may run into those Indians.
Starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.
No, no, don't say "can't," Miss Kitty.
You can do it. I know you can.
- It's real easy.
- Well, you better show me again.
Now, you see, there's where...
your starting position now.
Run, rabbit, run
The dogs'll get you
Now, there's your first change, right there.
Get you
Run, rabbit, run
You better get away
Run, rabbit, run, the dogs'll get you
Run, rabbit, run
You better get away
- Oh.
- Well...
You don't have to throw that...
throw that fancy stuff in there at all
if you don't want to.
Well, then, now what happens?
Now... Now you get to the middle part,
and your voice is going to go up now...
- Yeah.
...but you stay right where you are there.
- Right there.
- Yeah.
There're just two changes
in the whole thing.
It's real simple. Now...
Oh, the rabbit skipped,
the rabbit jumped
The rabbit hit an old, dead stump
Run, rabbit, run, the dogs'll get you
Run, rabbit, run, you better get away
Run, rabbit, run, the dogs'll get you
Run, rabbit, run, you better get away
Shuh...
- You ever seen him before?
- He's a stranger to me.
- It's just the way I want to keep it.
- Eh.
Barkeep, set out a bottle of whisky
for me and my friend here.
Oh, we're friends, huh?
Sure we are.
I'm Ord Spicer, friend.
Here, let me fill your glass for you.
Hey, this is some little town you got here.
Yes, siree.
You sure loose with your money.
Nothing's too good for a friend.
I live like a gambler, friend.
Chicken one day, feathers the next,
and right now she's all chicken.
But how'd you do it, Spicer?
Brains and guts, friend.
That's what it takes.
You're looking at easy money.
There's plenty more where that come from.
Yeah, but where did it come from?
You don't get that kind
of money robbing Indians.
- What's that?
- What's what?
What did you say about Indians?
Oh, that's just a way of talking back home.
Nothing for you to get on the prod about.
Maybe you talk too much
for your own good, Mister.
I better get Mr. Dillon.
Oh, forget it, Spicer.
Uh, Mr. Dillon?
Huh?
There's a drunk over to the Long Branch.
I think he's gonna cause some trouble.
Huh? All right.
Listen, Spicer.
If you've got anything to hide,
don't bother, and don't bother me
because I don't care nothing about you,
neither your money...
...nor your whisky.
I don't like that, friend.
Oh, you don't, huh?
Well, you don't have to,
not for long.
Drop that gun.
He drawed first. It was self-defense.
All right, let's go over to the jail
and talk about it.
Chester, get a couple of men.
Drag him out of here, will ya?
Yes, sir.
Uh, can you give us a hand here?
Oh, morning, Mr. Dillon.
Morning, Chester.
Well, how's the prisoner this morning?
Which one?
Is there more than one?
Yeah, I had to lock up a drunk last night.
After you left, he tried to hit me
in the head with a six gun.
You look like you came out of it all right.
Well, he just tried to.
I bit him in the thumb,
kicked him in the belly at the same time.
Quite a trick.
You must've been practicing.
No, no.
I had it figured out, though.
I can tell you that.
Say, you really did take care of him,
didn't you?
Oh, he's just sleeping off a drunk.
When are you gonna let me out of here?
- Right now.
- Good.
I told you last night,
you didn't have no call to hold me.
All right, here's your pistol,
but don't use it in Dodge again.
Can't stop a man from defending himself.
One killing's all you get in Dodge,
self-defense or not.
You don't own this town, Marshal.
Go on, get out of here.
All right, but it ain't
because I'm afraid of you.
If you ask me,
this is a mean, poor town anyhow.
I'll tell you, I think he'd kick a sick dog.
How did that fight start last night?
Oh, well, I think it was something
about some Indians.
There was some talk about Indians.
I know that.
Hm.
Oh, Marshal. If you hadn't come in,
I was going to send for you.
That so?
Yeah, just got these four Greeners in today.
Wanted to give you first crack at them.
- Hm.
- Beautiful guns, ain't they, Marshal?
Yeah. Yeah, they're real nice
for prairie chicken.
How much you getting for them?
Tell ya, Marshal, I'll make you a pretty
good price if you take all four of them.
Four of them. Huh.
I don't know as I even need one.
I got a good shotgun now, you know.
Yeah, but it ain't a Greener,
and they'd be a lot cheaper a piece
if you bought all of them.
Seems I told a fella that bought
half a dozen.44 Sharps rifles
off of me this morning.
- What?
- Yeah.
What would a buffalo hunter
be doing with.44s
when the new.50's out?
I don't know except he wanted cheap guns,
and I made him a good price.
Anyway, I don't think
he was a buffalo hunter.
- Why not?
- Well, looked more like a drifter to me.
He had plenty of cash, though.
You know who he was?
No.
I ain't broken a law, have I, Marshal?
No.
Awful lot of rifles for one man.
Pueblo stage is in.
It's even later than usual today.
Say, what did he look like, Mr. Jonas?
Oh, I don't know.
He wasn't too big of a fella,
but he had kind of a bull neck,
you know, dirty-looking.
- He wasn't anybody I'd care to tangle with.
- Uh-huh.
Was he wearing one pistol with black grips?
Yeah, he was.
Do you know him, Marshal?
Yeah, that's the man that killed that fella
in the Long Branch last night.
- Say, I heard about that.
- Uh-huh.
You know where he went when he left here?
He loaded them rifles he bought,
on a mule he had out in front,
and headed out of town.
Mr. Dillon... Mr. Dillon,
there's been two men shot.
You better get out to the stagecoach there.
Huh?
Don't drop him, for heaven's sake.
They don't know the difference, Doc.
They're dead, you know.
- That's not very funny.
- What is it, Doc?
I don't know. Ask him.
Jim?
I found him laying alongside the trail, Matt,
about five miles out.
They's both dead,
but I figured I ought to bring them in.
Any idea who they were?
One of the passengers said
they're riders for that T-Bar outfit.
Might be it's on past there a ways.
There's one funny thing
I'd like to talk to you about.
I didn't see any horses.
A lot of tracks around there, though.
You mind coming out to the stage depot?
I gotta get this mail in. I'm late now.
All right, see you down there.
Give Doc a hand, will you?
I'll be up after a while.
Oh.
There.
That all of them, you think, Doc?
I think seven of them would be enough.
Whoever did this sure meant
for it to be permanent.
Matt, I think you got yourself
a couple of murders.
Any chance they could've shot
each other, Doc?
Not very much.
I don't know many cowboys
who carry buffalo guns.
- Do you?
- No.
That's kind of light
for 50 caliber, isn't it?
Yeah, it is. I weighed one.
- Hm, maybe they're.44.
- More likely.
The only thing is there's not
many of them around anymore
since that big.50 came out.
I know one man who's got six of them.
What do you think, Matt?
Well, there was three shod horses here
and a pony.
Two of them horses must've belonged
to that pair of cowboys I brought in.
Yeah.
The other one, the mule,
belongs to Ord Spicer.
Is that that fella you told me about,
bought them rifles?
Yeah.
He rode out of town with them on a mule.
Hm.
Figures to me like there's
a lot more tracks around here
than just three horses and a mule make.
Well, I said shod horses, Jim.
There were also eight or ten
barefooted ponies around here.
Indian?
Yeah, Cheyenne, probably,
breaking off the reservation,
trying to make it north.
But, Matt, them cowboys I rode in
still had their hair.
The Cheyennes don't take hair
off another man's kill.
Another man's kill?
You mean that fella Spicer killed them?
Probably.
He shoots real quick and easy, don't he?
Hm. Too quick.
What do you reckon
he's doing with them Indians?
Selling them guns, probably.
Well, Jim, thanks for riding
all the way out here with me.
Ain't you going to go back into Dodge
and get some help?
They're practically out of the country now.
I gotta get after them.
Look, Matt, you can't jump
a band of Indians all by yourself.
It's not the Indians I'm after, Jim.
It's Ord Spicer.
So you finally come to, did you?
Well, good.
I'm going to like watching you crawl.
Stop.
You shoot white man,
I drag you behind horse till you dead.
But I told you who he is.
That's the marshal from Dodge.
He's after us. You've got to kill him.
You listen to my words. I tell, you do.
Okay, you're boss,
but you're going to be sorry
before you're through.
Me Wild Hog, Chief, Green Feather Clan,
Great Eagle Tribe, Cheyenne.
For a Cheyenne chief,
you're keeping mighty bad company.
He useful to me.
Why don't you let me put a bullet in him
and leave him here to die?
- We can hit the trail.
- You're under arrest, Spicer.
You're going back to Dodge.
Under arrest?
For what am I under arrest?
Suspicion of murder
and selling rifles to the Indians.
All right, fine, I'm under arrest.
Now what are you going to do, Marshal?
That's my worry.
It sure is your worry.
Why don't you let me kill him
and get it over with?
He-man much heart. Big courage. I like.
He stand, death all around him.
Still try arrest you.
You coward. He brave man.
No, we not kill him, not yet.
You can't take him along with us.
We take him with us.
White man, we drink water here.
Well, Marshal, am I still under arrest?
You're still guilty, aren't you?
Sure I am.
Now, what do you aim to do about it?
I'm going to take you back to Dodge.
Nice, hard ride still ain't knocked that
out of you, huh?
Spicer, the only thing that's going to keep
me from bringing you back
is if Wild Hog kills you first.
Why would he do a thing like that?
He likes me.
Well, he knows he can use me.
I'm useful to him.
I bought them guns for him.
He's got the guns now.
Well, there's other things I can do.
Wild Hog knows that.
He's a smart Injun.
He knows what I can do for him.
What can you do for him,
kill more white men?
I fooled them two cowboys good, didn't I?
I was laying there on the ground
when they rode up,
making out like I was dead.
Next thing they knew,
there was Cheyenne all around them.
When they turned on them Indians,
I shot them both.
You're just like a Judas sheep
in a slaughter pen, aren't you?
That's right, a regular Judas sheep.
Only this pays better.
I still got me $200 coming for them guns.
Oh, I got a good thing here, Marshal.
I wonder what it takes
to make a man like you.
At least the Indians have got
some argument on their side.
They've had treaties broke,
they've been pushed off their land,
but you've got no excuse at all.
You're just rotten.
- Now, wait a minute...
- You're a renegade white.
You're hated by the Indians,
and you're hated by your own kind.
You're dead meat.
I'll kill you for that.
Spicer!
I give you no more warning.
Now go away.
I'll see you dead yet.
He could have shot you,
but he could not make you fear him.
I'm a law man, Wild Hog.
He's under arrest.
I, too, have broken your law, Marshal.
I've killed, bought guns.
You arrest me, too?
No, you're the Army's problem, not mine.
You broke off the reservation.
They're probably looking for you now.
And they will find me,
and I will fight.
One day they will kill me,
but not yet.
Then why don't you go back
on the reservation?
- Quit breaking the law.
- Whose law?
White man's law? Indian law?
Army broke faith,
took our grasslands from the north,
brought us south here... barren reservation.
They took horses,
but now we have other horses.
Now we are going home.
That is all we're doing.
Why did you let him kill those two cowboys?
It is not against Cheyenne law
to kill white man.
They are enemies.
Not those cowboys.
Necessary to kill. Need horses.
Cowboy white man,
enemy Indian,
but we Indian not guilty murder, Marshal.
What about Spicer?
Do you think he's guilty of murder?
Spicer? Spicer white man.
Cowboy... Cowboy not his enemy.
Yes, he guilty.
Then why don't you let me have him.
Let me take him back.
Spicer work for me.
He useful to me.
Why should I give you something I need?
You don't need him anymore.
You've got your rifles.
You got the horses you want.
You're not going to take him
way back north with you, are you?
No, I not need him.
I not take him north.
What are you planning to do, kill him?
Why not?
He traitor to own people,
cannot be trusted by Indian.
He white man, worthless.
Let me have him, then.
You would only take him back
for white man to kill.
What matter who does it?
It matters to me, Wild Hog.
I'm a law man.
In few more winters,
not many of my people alive.
Days of my people nearly passed,
but not yet,
so I fight.
We will not win, but that not matter
long as we are brave and willing to die.
What are you trying to say?
Difficult for me to answer
your question, Marshal,
when you say let you take Spicer.
I ask you question.
You would refuse give me word,
not to tell Army where I go, right?
No, I couldn't guarantee that.
Ah, so not matter, then, if I kill Spicer
because soon, Marshal,
maybe I kill you, too.
Spicer.
- Wake up.
- Oh, my head.
Somebody knocked you out, that's all.
What happened?
Oh, what happened?
What are you doing here, Marshal?
Where are they? Where's Wild Hog?
They're gone, all of them.
Oh? What...
They can't be gone.
Oh. Wild Hog wouldn't go off
and leave me like this.
He wouldn't, huh?
No. Him and me's friends.
We're real big friends.
Spicer, you've got no friends.
- Don't you know that by now?
- I gotta go with him. l...
You're not going any place.
You're under arrest.
No. No, you can't take me in.
Wild Hog will be back.
He ain't gonna let you.
He's not coming back.
Why do you think he left us here?
You got to him,
paid him.
The two of you got together
and double-crossed me.
That dirty, sneaking redskin.
Spicer, he's a better man than you are.
Well, I'm a white man.
You're nothing. You've got no race.
He stole my horse and left me here to die.
There's a ranch about 8 miles
south of here.
We'll pick up some horses there
and head back to Dodge.
No, you ain't gonna take me in.
I ain't gonna walk a step,
and you can't make me.
Spicer, you can either walk back,
or about five minutes from now,
you can start crawling
if you're still able to move.
Now make up your mind.
One way or another,
you're going back to Dodge.
No, no, don't say "can't," Miss Kitty.
You can do it. I know you can.
- It's real easy.
- Well, you better show me again.
Now, you see, there's where...
your starting position now.
Run, rabbit, run
The dogs'll get you
Now, there's your first change, right there.
Get you
Run, rabbit, run
You better get away
Run, rabbit, run, the dogs'll get you
Run, rabbit, run
You better get away
- Oh.
- Well...
You don't have to throw that...
throw that fancy stuff in there at all
if you don't want to.
Well, then, now what happens?
Now... Now you get to the middle part,
and your voice is going to go up now...
- Yeah.
...but you stay right where you are there.
- Right there.
- Yeah.
There're just two changes
in the whole thing.
It's real simple. Now...
Oh, the rabbit skipped,
the rabbit jumped
The rabbit hit an old, dead stump
Run, rabbit, run, the dogs'll get you
Run, rabbit, run, you better get away
Run, rabbit, run, the dogs'll get you
Run, rabbit, run, you better get away
Shuh...
- You ever seen him before?
- He's a stranger to me.
- It's just the way I want to keep it.
- Eh.
Barkeep, set out a bottle of whisky
for me and my friend here.
Oh, we're friends, huh?
Sure we are.
I'm Ord Spicer, friend.
Here, let me fill your glass for you.
Hey, this is some little town you got here.
Yes, siree.
You sure loose with your money.
Nothing's too good for a friend.
I live like a gambler, friend.
Chicken one day, feathers the next,
and right now she's all chicken.
But how'd you do it, Spicer?
Brains and guts, friend.
That's what it takes.
You're looking at easy money.
There's plenty more where that come from.
Yeah, but where did it come from?
You don't get that kind
of money robbing Indians.
- What's that?
- What's what?
What did you say about Indians?
Oh, that's just a way of talking back home.
Nothing for you to get on the prod about.
Maybe you talk too much
for your own good, Mister.
I better get Mr. Dillon.
Oh, forget it, Spicer.
Uh, Mr. Dillon?
Huh?
There's a drunk over to the Long Branch.
I think he's gonna cause some trouble.
Huh? All right.
Listen, Spicer.
If you've got anything to hide,
don't bother, and don't bother me
because I don't care nothing about you,
neither your money...
...nor your whisky.
I don't like that, friend.
Oh, you don't, huh?
Well, you don't have to,
not for long.
Drop that gun.
He drawed first. It was self-defense.
All right, let's go over to the jail
and talk about it.
Chester, get a couple of men.
Drag him out of here, will ya?
Yes, sir.
Uh, can you give us a hand here?
Oh, morning, Mr. Dillon.
Morning, Chester.
Well, how's the prisoner this morning?
Which one?
Is there more than one?
Yeah, I had to lock up a drunk last night.
After you left, he tried to hit me
in the head with a six gun.
You look like you came out of it all right.
Well, he just tried to.
I bit him in the thumb,
kicked him in the belly at the same time.
Quite a trick.
You must've been practicing.
No, no.
I had it figured out, though.
I can tell you that.
Say, you really did take care of him,
didn't you?
Oh, he's just sleeping off a drunk.
When are you gonna let me out of here?
- Right now.
- Good.
I told you last night,
you didn't have no call to hold me.
All right, here's your pistol,
but don't use it in Dodge again.
Can't stop a man from defending himself.
One killing's all you get in Dodge,
self-defense or not.
You don't own this town, Marshal.
Go on, get out of here.
All right, but it ain't
because I'm afraid of you.
If you ask me,
this is a mean, poor town anyhow.
I'll tell you, I think he'd kick a sick dog.
How did that fight start last night?
Oh, well, I think it was something
about some Indians.
There was some talk about Indians.
I know that.
Hm.
Oh, Marshal. If you hadn't come in,
I was going to send for you.
That so?
Yeah, just got these four Greeners in today.
Wanted to give you first crack at them.
- Hm.
- Beautiful guns, ain't they, Marshal?
Yeah. Yeah, they're real nice
for prairie chicken.
How much you getting for them?
Tell ya, Marshal, I'll make you a pretty
good price if you take all four of them.
Four of them. Huh.
I don't know as I even need one.
I got a good shotgun now, you know.
Yeah, but it ain't a Greener,
and they'd be a lot cheaper a piece
if you bought all of them.
Seems I told a fella that bought
half a dozen.44 Sharps rifles
off of me this morning.
- What?
- Yeah.
What would a buffalo hunter
be doing with.44s
when the new.50's out?
I don't know except he wanted cheap guns,
and I made him a good price.
Anyway, I don't think
he was a buffalo hunter.
- Why not?
- Well, looked more like a drifter to me.
He had plenty of cash, though.
You know who he was?
No.
I ain't broken a law, have I, Marshal?
No.
Awful lot of rifles for one man.
Pueblo stage is in.
It's even later than usual today.
Say, what did he look like, Mr. Jonas?
Oh, I don't know.
He wasn't too big of a fella,
but he had kind of a bull neck,
you know, dirty-looking.
- He wasn't anybody I'd care to tangle with.
- Uh-huh.
Was he wearing one pistol with black grips?
Yeah, he was.
Do you know him, Marshal?
Yeah, that's the man that killed that fella
in the Long Branch last night.
- Say, I heard about that.
- Uh-huh.
You know where he went when he left here?
He loaded them rifles he bought,
on a mule he had out in front,
and headed out of town.
Mr. Dillon... Mr. Dillon,
there's been two men shot.
You better get out to the stagecoach there.
Huh?
Don't drop him, for heaven's sake.
They don't know the difference, Doc.
They're dead, you know.
- That's not very funny.
- What is it, Doc?
I don't know. Ask him.
Jim?
I found him laying alongside the trail, Matt,
about five miles out.
They's both dead,
but I figured I ought to bring them in.
Any idea who they were?
One of the passengers said
they're riders for that T-Bar outfit.
Might be it's on past there a ways.
There's one funny thing
I'd like to talk to you about.
I didn't see any horses.
A lot of tracks around there, though.
You mind coming out to the stage depot?
I gotta get this mail in. I'm late now.
All right, see you down there.
Give Doc a hand, will you?
I'll be up after a while.
Oh.
There.
That all of them, you think, Doc?
I think seven of them would be enough.
Whoever did this sure meant
for it to be permanent.
Matt, I think you got yourself
a couple of murders.
Any chance they could've shot
each other, Doc?
Not very much.
I don't know many cowboys
who carry buffalo guns.
- Do you?
- No.
That's kind of light
for 50 caliber, isn't it?
Yeah, it is. I weighed one.
- Hm, maybe they're.44.
- More likely.
The only thing is there's not
many of them around anymore
since that big.50 came out.
I know one man who's got six of them.
What do you think, Matt?
Well, there was three shod horses here
and a pony.
Two of them horses must've belonged
to that pair of cowboys I brought in.
Yeah.
The other one, the mule,
belongs to Ord Spicer.
Is that that fella you told me about,
bought them rifles?
Yeah.
He rode out of town with them on a mule.
Hm.
Figures to me like there's
a lot more tracks around here
than just three horses and a mule make.
Well, I said shod horses, Jim.
There were also eight or ten
barefooted ponies around here.
Indian?
Yeah, Cheyenne, probably,
breaking off the reservation,
trying to make it north.
But, Matt, them cowboys I rode in
still had their hair.
The Cheyennes don't take hair
off another man's kill.
Another man's kill?
You mean that fella Spicer killed them?
Probably.
He shoots real quick and easy, don't he?
Hm. Too quick.
What do you reckon
he's doing with them Indians?
Selling them guns, probably.
Well, Jim, thanks for riding
all the way out here with me.
Ain't you going to go back into Dodge
and get some help?
They're practically out of the country now.
I gotta get after them.
Look, Matt, you can't jump
a band of Indians all by yourself.
It's not the Indians I'm after, Jim.
It's Ord Spicer.
So you finally come to, did you?
Well, good.
I'm going to like watching you crawl.
Stop.
You shoot white man,
I drag you behind horse till you dead.
But I told you who he is.
That's the marshal from Dodge.
He's after us. You've got to kill him.
You listen to my words. I tell, you do.
Okay, you're boss,
but you're going to be sorry
before you're through.
Me Wild Hog, Chief, Green Feather Clan,
Great Eagle Tribe, Cheyenne.
For a Cheyenne chief,
you're keeping mighty bad company.
He useful to me.
Why don't you let me put a bullet in him
and leave him here to die?
- We can hit the trail.
- You're under arrest, Spicer.
You're going back to Dodge.
Under arrest?
For what am I under arrest?
Suspicion of murder
and selling rifles to the Indians.
All right, fine, I'm under arrest.
Now what are you going to do, Marshal?
That's my worry.
It sure is your worry.
Why don't you let me kill him
and get it over with?
He-man much heart. Big courage. I like.
He stand, death all around him.
Still try arrest you.
You coward. He brave man.
No, we not kill him, not yet.
You can't take him along with us.
We take him with us.
White man, we drink water here.
Well, Marshal, am I still under arrest?
You're still guilty, aren't you?
Sure I am.
Now, what do you aim to do about it?
I'm going to take you back to Dodge.
Nice, hard ride still ain't knocked that
out of you, huh?
Spicer, the only thing that's going to keep
me from bringing you back
is if Wild Hog kills you first.
Why would he do a thing like that?
He likes me.
Well, he knows he can use me.
I'm useful to him.
I bought them guns for him.
He's got the guns now.
Well, there's other things I can do.
Wild Hog knows that.
He's a smart Injun.
He knows what I can do for him.
What can you do for him,
kill more white men?
I fooled them two cowboys good, didn't I?
I was laying there on the ground
when they rode up,
making out like I was dead.
Next thing they knew,
there was Cheyenne all around them.
When they turned on them Indians,
I shot them both.
You're just like a Judas sheep
in a slaughter pen, aren't you?
That's right, a regular Judas sheep.
Only this pays better.
I still got me $200 coming for them guns.
Oh, I got a good thing here, Marshal.
I wonder what it takes
to make a man like you.
At least the Indians have got
some argument on their side.
They've had treaties broke,
they've been pushed off their land,
but you've got no excuse at all.
You're just rotten.
- Now, wait a minute...
- You're a renegade white.
You're hated by the Indians,
and you're hated by your own kind.
You're dead meat.
I'll kill you for that.
Spicer!
I give you no more warning.
Now go away.
I'll see you dead yet.
He could have shot you,
but he could not make you fear him.
I'm a law man, Wild Hog.
He's under arrest.
I, too, have broken your law, Marshal.
I've killed, bought guns.
You arrest me, too?
No, you're the Army's problem, not mine.
You broke off the reservation.
They're probably looking for you now.
And they will find me,
and I will fight.
One day they will kill me,
but not yet.
Then why don't you go back
on the reservation?
- Quit breaking the law.
- Whose law?
White man's law? Indian law?
Army broke faith,
took our grasslands from the north,
brought us south here... barren reservation.
They took horses,
but now we have other horses.
Now we are going home.
That is all we're doing.
Why did you let him kill those two cowboys?
It is not against Cheyenne law
to kill white man.
They are enemies.
Not those cowboys.
Necessary to kill. Need horses.
Cowboy white man,
enemy Indian,
but we Indian not guilty murder, Marshal.
What about Spicer?
Do you think he's guilty of murder?
Spicer? Spicer white man.
Cowboy... Cowboy not his enemy.
Yes, he guilty.
Then why don't you let me have him.
Let me take him back.
Spicer work for me.
He useful to me.
Why should I give you something I need?
You don't need him anymore.
You've got your rifles.
You got the horses you want.
You're not going to take him
way back north with you, are you?
No, I not need him.
I not take him north.
What are you planning to do, kill him?
Why not?
He traitor to own people,
cannot be trusted by Indian.
He white man, worthless.
Let me have him, then.
You would only take him back
for white man to kill.
What matter who does it?
It matters to me, Wild Hog.
I'm a law man.
In few more winters,
not many of my people alive.
Days of my people nearly passed,
but not yet,
so I fight.
We will not win, but that not matter
long as we are brave and willing to die.
What are you trying to say?
Difficult for me to answer
your question, Marshal,
when you say let you take Spicer.
I ask you question.
You would refuse give me word,
not to tell Army where I go, right?
No, I couldn't guarantee that.
Ah, so not matter, then, if I kill Spicer
because soon, Marshal,
maybe I kill you, too.
Spicer.
- Wake up.
- Oh, my head.
Somebody knocked you out, that's all.
What happened?
Oh, what happened?
What are you doing here, Marshal?
Where are they? Where's Wild Hog?
They're gone, all of them.
Oh? What...
They can't be gone.
Oh. Wild Hog wouldn't go off
and leave me like this.
He wouldn't, huh?
No. Him and me's friends.
We're real big friends.
Spicer, you've got no friends.
- Don't you know that by now?
- I gotta go with him. l...
You're not going any place.
You're under arrest.
No. No, you can't take me in.
Wild Hog will be back.
He ain't gonna let you.
He's not coming back.
Why do you think he left us here?
You got to him,
paid him.
The two of you got together
and double-crossed me.
That dirty, sneaking redskin.
Spicer, he's a better man than you are.
Well, I'm a white man.
You're nothing. You've got no race.
He stole my horse and left me here to die.
There's a ranch about 8 miles
south of here.
We'll pick up some horses there
and head back to Dodge.
No, you ain't gonna take me in.
I ain't gonna walk a step,
and you can't make me.
Spicer, you can either walk back,
or about five minutes from now,
you can start crawling
if you're still able to move.
Now make up your mind.
One way or another,
you're going back to Dodge.