Have Gun - Will Travel (1957–1963): Season 1, Episode 15 - The Hanging Cross - full transcript
Christmas proves a dangerous time when a rancher chooses family over peace and violence over negotiation.
With this gun, I could've
stopped murder tonight.
But I've taken it off.
That's my present to you.
In all my life, I've only
seen a dozen real killers,
but I've seen 10,000
people that would stand by
and let it happen.
Which is the greater evil?
Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas.
Well, this is Christmas
Eve day, isn't it?
Or have they changed
the date in Texas?
Mister, this is Nathaniel
Beecher's place.
( grunts)
( grunts and groans)
Nathaniel, that's enough!
It was an accident!
No accident! Laziness.
Letting prize cattle run off
and sassing me to my face!
Please, Mr. Beecher...
Get off the place!
PALADIN: Good morning.
I was told I'd find
Nathaniel Beecher here.
Thank you.
You found him.
I pay $25 a month,
if I like your work.
Find out where
he's punched before.
Mr. Beecher, you
may recognize this.
You answered it by telegram.
It's about that boy of yours
that was stolen from
the Sioux six years ago.
You're too late. We
got him back already.
Wait a minute, that won't do.
I've come 1,100 miles.
Our agreement
included travel expenses
and common
courtesy would include
a tub of water and a bed.
This isn't a trail station.
$100 will cover the expenses.
Put him off the ranch.
Nathaniel, common...
Put him off the ranch.
I'll cut out three head
from your range herd.
I think you'll find that
approximates what you owe me.
You touch a head of
my stock, I'll hang you.
Nathaniel, ain't this
the fella that talks Indian,
like his telegram said?
You been wanting
to talk to the boy.
You talk Pawnee?
I do.
Ordinarily, I'd
interpret for nothing.
For you, the fee is $100 a day.
Take him to the house.
This way.
Thanks.
Take care of Jesse.
( thunder rumbling)
Well, looks like I
just beat the rain.
It's really clouding
up, isn't it?
Maybe I better
straighten you out
about something, Mr. Paladin,
just so there'll be no
trouble in the house.
You see, we're not sure
that this is Nathaniel's child.
But he told me he found his son.
Well, he was about three
days ride north, Mr. Paladin.
He found a boy riding with
a small band of Pawnees.
Just accidental.
The boy was
riding with the chief.
Nathaniel says, "This is
my boy," and takes him.
Just like that.
Well, is this an Indian boy?
Looks Indian to me.
Of course, Robby was just
under three when he was took.
I see.
Do you mind if I
explain something to you
about Nathaniel?
You see, when they took the boy,
they killed his wife, too.
Pete's supposed to
ride fence till midnight,
and the kids'd sure love
some doin's tonight...
Something Christmasy.
Well, I'll talk to Nathaniel.
Maybe having the
boy will change things.
I hope so.
Trying to get some decent
clothes on that boy is like...
( boy speaking Pawnee)
Robbie! No, Rob.
Robbie...
Robbie, listen to me.
Listen to your daddy.
You're home. You understand?
You're in your own...
I know you wouldn't
shoot your daddy.
Even a kid ought
to feel it, like I do.
The same flesh and blood.
Mr. Beecher!
Oh, Robbie...
Robbie, what do you want?
Please...
Listen, Robbie, I...
I built this place for you.
Every time I strung a fence
I said, "This is for Robbie."
Six years I've been building
this place now for you.
Six years you've
been gone, Robbie.
I-I been trying to
understand, to take it slow.
Why can't the boy feel something
this strong? What's wrong?
Take it easy, Nat.
This is my son.
I said I'd have the boy
home for Christmas, I knew it.
And I know it's him.
He's a piece of my flesh.
My blood is
running in his veins.
I can feel it.
Nathaniel, he don't understand.
All right, Paladin, see
if you can talk to him.
( speaks Pawnee)
( speaking Pawnee)
( conversing in Pawnee)
His name is Chewa.
His father is Cah-la-te,
Chief of the Pawnees.
Tell the boy I am his father.
He says his father will
come to take him back.
We should've hung that
Indian when I took the boy back.
Been a Sioux, I would have.
He sets foot on this place
again, we'll do it, you hear?
Lost this boy once;
I'd sell my soul
before I lose him again.
You don't understand
that, do you, boy?
But you will.
You've got to hold on to
what you've got in this world.
I said, tell the boy
I'm his father.
You're a curious
mixture, Beecher.
Tears in your eyes,
bruises on your knuckles,
a rope for Indians,
misery for your employees,
and a full heart
for a boy who...
Which one is really
Nathaniel Beecher?
The one that's paying
you to talk Pawnee.
Mr. Beecher...
On the east range,
Pawnees are putting up camp.
Take the boy to his
room. Stand guard.
Yes, sir.
WOMAN: In here.
( boy yelling in Pawnee)
But, Nathaniel...
Tater, pull out some
of that heavy timber.
We're going to do some building.
Where you going, mister?
I may need your lingo.
I have a couple of
questions in mind,
I think the Pawnees
may have the answer.
All right, cowboy.
You can tell their
chief one thing for me:
We're building him something
with a noose on the end of it.
Not many seasons ago, when
the Pawnees' lodges were filled
and the drying racks
bent low with meat,
the one called Ulu Chate
was known on the Plains.
Ulu Chate... "He who
ride with many tribe."
Cah-la-te hear name.
I have heard the name Cah-la-te.
He who keeps the treaty.
The name is well taken.
May you be repaid
in good hunting.
Ulu Chate hear how white
man pay tribe who keep treaty?
I'm sorry.
Now they take children.
And the Pawnee love
their children above all else,
even above greatness.
Is the boy Chewa
Cah-la-te's own seed?
We mix blood.
He traded from Sioux.
He is my seed now.
The Sioux stole a
boy, just about this age,
from the white man
Beecher, nearly six years ago.
Chewa my son.
Is he white?
Chewa my son. Is our law.
The white man has laws, too.
White man laws
sickness to my people.
I take my son back.
Cha-la-te, you have
kept the treaty thus far.
If you take the boy
back, there'll be killing...
and the white man
Beecher has many rifles.
Rifle no can kill men now dead.
Gray Wolf driven
from land, no game.
Winter come, no warm.
He walk.
He call to moon.
But he is now dead.
Well, here's the Indian lover.
Give him my message?
I did.
You, cinch that rope good.
I'm having this wagon
dragged out to their
camp tomorrow morning.
Going to let it sit
there in plain sight.
( bell tolling)
Come on in, folks.
Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas.
Come on in, folks.
Find seats anyplace.
Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas to you all.
Just find your seats anyplace.
( excited, indistinct
conversation)
Merry Christmas, folks!
Tater, Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas.
( people laughing and talking)
That looks fine,
Maudie. Need any help?
No, thanks.
Have Pete bring the boy.
Let's get on with it.
Tell Pete to bring
the boy. Right.
I said rations, not
all this fancy stuff.
When a man can't even
trust his own foreman...
Maggie and me always
done right by you,
ever since you
was a kid yourself.
You're not doing this for me.
All right...
if there's one strand
of fence down,
if one calf wanders off tonight,
we work double tomorrow.
( murmuring)
All right, let's get on with it.
Tater, it's Christmas Eve.
"Joy to the World."
Let's hear those carols.
Right!
All right, come on now, boys.
Let's us men show the
women and girls a thing or two.
Ready?
Two... three.
♪ The first Noel ♪
♪ The angels did say ♪
♪ Was to certain
poor shepherds ♪
♪ In fields where they lay ♪
♪ In fields where they... ♪
Mr. Beecher!
They knocked off
Buck and took your boy.
( all talking at once)
Shut up, everybody!
Were they Pawnees?
Yes.
You knew about this.
I thought they'd
try, but not so soon.
You see how heathens
work, using Christmas Eve?
Get your rifles!
There's no hurry.
The Pawnees plan
on waiting for you.
They're tired of running.
Mr. Beecher, to my
considerable surprise, reminds us
that this is a
very special night.
Preaching, from a gunslinger.
You just been aching to
speak your piece, haven't you?
I'm going to show you something.
Go ahead. Go ahead!
Say anything you want.
But when Nathaniel
Beecher yells, "Go,"
these people are going to jump.
All right.
All right, you folks.
You listen good now,
you're going to have a choice.
Like the poet fellow says:
A full heart or a full belly.
Excuse me, Tater.
My card says, "Have
Gun, Will Travel."
I have no intention of trying
to justify my profession
to you people,
or my personal code.
I am a long way
from being a preacher,
but I do know
something about killing,
and that's what you people
are going to have to do tonight.
Now, rightly or wrongly,
the Pawnees believe
that boy belongs to them.
It might interest
Mr. Beecher to know
that the boy was adopted...
Purchased from the Sioux.
He might be Robbie Beecher.
Few people love children
as much as the Pawnees do.
Their chief might
have given up the boy,
and properly treated, he
might still give up the boy.
On the other hand, those
Pawnees can run no further.
They would rather die out
there in that camp tonight,
than give up that boy to force.
Now, I suppose this isn't
much of a Christmas message.
I haven't reminded you that this
day has a very special meaning.
I haven't tried to tell you
that, to a starving man,
food might have more
weight than all your rifles.
Well, I ain't got
so much to say.
Now we're going to go
out and kill some Indians.
Hang one special Indian.
Anybody who wants can
stay here and draw his time.
Them that are going
with me... stand.
I'm staying.
That's my job.
Who's next?
I'll go.
That's the story from the
beginning, Mr. Paladin.
The belly always wins out.
I can't hit you, Tater,
but I can fire you.
You had me half
believing, Mr. Paladin,
till you put that gun on.
Christmas is
just talk, ain't it?
Like Mr. Beecher says.
All my life, I've only seen
a dozen real killers, but
I've seen 10,000 people
that would stand
by and let it happen.
Now, which is the
greater offense?
I don't know that answer,
but if killing is wrong,
especially tonight,
then it's wrong for
everybody, isn't it?
It's wrong for you, too,
even to protect a
few poor Indians.
I might have stopped the
killing with that gun tonight,
but you're right.
Two things this
night stands for:
love and courage.
You people have the courage
to walk past level rifles...
if you know the meaning
of the word "love"...
then I can give you
something tonight.
( speaking Pawnee)
( wagon approaching)
Cah-la-te forget how to kill.
Know how to die.
What good does that do the boy?
Will Chewa take
other father after this?
No, I suppose you
do win this way.
I wonder if Beecher knows that.
Squaws must be in the
wigwams with the kids.
I don't want a shot fired
until we know where the boy is.
( speaking Pawnee)
Well, this is the night
when some people
pretend there's
no evil in the world.
This is the one
night of the year
when the white man honors
the children of his tribe.
Ah.
Tater, bring them on in.
There'll be no rifle
fire here tonight.
Come on in, folks.
Maudie, do you need any help?
No, thanks.
Chr...
Chri... Christmas.
Christmas.
Kay-wonee.
Christmas.
That's right.
That's what they call it.
Christmas, Robbie.
The boy grow much.
Ring too small.
"Robert Beecher."
You must return the seed
to the plant that
bore it, Cah-la-te.
The soul of that
plant is not dead.
The boy will make
it green again.
The white rancher
is not an evil man.
If boy must go,
place dust in my mouth.
Stop breath.
Bury dead wolf.
I see other Pawnee children.
Will Cah-la-te let them starve?
One hand full of
land can kill a man,
but 500 acres of land can
keep a whole tribe alive.
CHILDREN: ♪ Deck the
halls with boughs of holly ♪
♪ Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la ♪
PALADIN: Tater.
♪ 'Tis the season to be jolly ♪
♪ Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la ♪
♪ Don we now our gay apparel ♪
♪ Fa-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la ♪
♪ Toll the ancient
Yuletide carol ♪
♪ Fa-la-la-la-la,
la-la-la-la... ♪
Robbie. Yep.
You were right about
one thing: He's yours.
Mr. Paladin wants
to see you about it.
He figures that about 500 acres
of land and 50 head of cattle
ought to make it
right with the chief.
And Paladin?
Mr. Paladin's price
is $1,000 cash,
paid to the chief.
Like he says, he
always gets his fee.
And I get my price, too.
I'm staying on,
watch how you treat the kid.
I'd like that, Tater.
Trouble with you is,
I never whupped you often enough
when you was a kid.
So, get on over there.
And, Nathaniel...
Merry Christmas.
♪ Jingle bells, jingle
bells, jingle all the way ♪
♪ Oh, what fun it is to
ride in a one horse... ♪
All right, tie up your horses
and get rid of your guns.
ALL: ♪ Silent night ♪
♪ Holy night ♪
♪ All is calm ♪
♪ All is bright ♪
♪ Round yon virgin ♪
♪ Mother and child ♪
♪ Holy infant ♪
♪ So tender and mild ♪
♪ Sleep in heavenly peace... ♪
♪ Sleep in ♪
♪ Heavenly peace. ♪
stopped murder tonight.
But I've taken it off.
That's my present to you.
In all my life, I've only
seen a dozen real killers,
but I've seen 10,000
people that would stand by
and let it happen.
Which is the greater evil?
Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas.
Well, this is Christmas
Eve day, isn't it?
Or have they changed
the date in Texas?
Mister, this is Nathaniel
Beecher's place.
( grunts)
( grunts and groans)
Nathaniel, that's enough!
It was an accident!
No accident! Laziness.
Letting prize cattle run off
and sassing me to my face!
Please, Mr. Beecher...
Get off the place!
PALADIN: Good morning.
I was told I'd find
Nathaniel Beecher here.
Thank you.
You found him.
I pay $25 a month,
if I like your work.
Find out where
he's punched before.
Mr. Beecher, you
may recognize this.
You answered it by telegram.
It's about that boy of yours
that was stolen from
the Sioux six years ago.
You're too late. We
got him back already.
Wait a minute, that won't do.
I've come 1,100 miles.
Our agreement
included travel expenses
and common
courtesy would include
a tub of water and a bed.
This isn't a trail station.
$100 will cover the expenses.
Put him off the ranch.
Nathaniel, common...
Put him off the ranch.
I'll cut out three head
from your range herd.
I think you'll find that
approximates what you owe me.
You touch a head of
my stock, I'll hang you.
Nathaniel, ain't this
the fella that talks Indian,
like his telegram said?
You been wanting
to talk to the boy.
You talk Pawnee?
I do.
Ordinarily, I'd
interpret for nothing.
For you, the fee is $100 a day.
Take him to the house.
This way.
Thanks.
Take care of Jesse.
( thunder rumbling)
Well, looks like I
just beat the rain.
It's really clouding
up, isn't it?
Maybe I better
straighten you out
about something, Mr. Paladin,
just so there'll be no
trouble in the house.
You see, we're not sure
that this is Nathaniel's child.
But he told me he found his son.
Well, he was about three
days ride north, Mr. Paladin.
He found a boy riding with
a small band of Pawnees.
Just accidental.
The boy was
riding with the chief.
Nathaniel says, "This is
my boy," and takes him.
Just like that.
Well, is this an Indian boy?
Looks Indian to me.
Of course, Robby was just
under three when he was took.
I see.
Do you mind if I
explain something to you
about Nathaniel?
You see, when they took the boy,
they killed his wife, too.
Pete's supposed to
ride fence till midnight,
and the kids'd sure love
some doin's tonight...
Something Christmasy.
Well, I'll talk to Nathaniel.
Maybe having the
boy will change things.
I hope so.
Trying to get some decent
clothes on that boy is like...
( boy speaking Pawnee)
Robbie! No, Rob.
Robbie...
Robbie, listen to me.
Listen to your daddy.
You're home. You understand?
You're in your own...
I know you wouldn't
shoot your daddy.
Even a kid ought
to feel it, like I do.
The same flesh and blood.
Mr. Beecher!
Oh, Robbie...
Robbie, what do you want?
Please...
Listen, Robbie, I...
I built this place for you.
Every time I strung a fence
I said, "This is for Robbie."
Six years I've been building
this place now for you.
Six years you've
been gone, Robbie.
I-I been trying to
understand, to take it slow.
Why can't the boy feel something
this strong? What's wrong?
Take it easy, Nat.
This is my son.
I said I'd have the boy
home for Christmas, I knew it.
And I know it's him.
He's a piece of my flesh.
My blood is
running in his veins.
I can feel it.
Nathaniel, he don't understand.
All right, Paladin, see
if you can talk to him.
( speaks Pawnee)
( speaking Pawnee)
( conversing in Pawnee)
His name is Chewa.
His father is Cah-la-te,
Chief of the Pawnees.
Tell the boy I am his father.
He says his father will
come to take him back.
We should've hung that
Indian when I took the boy back.
Been a Sioux, I would have.
He sets foot on this place
again, we'll do it, you hear?
Lost this boy once;
I'd sell my soul
before I lose him again.
You don't understand
that, do you, boy?
But you will.
You've got to hold on to
what you've got in this world.
I said, tell the boy
I'm his father.
You're a curious
mixture, Beecher.
Tears in your eyes,
bruises on your knuckles,
a rope for Indians,
misery for your employees,
and a full heart
for a boy who...
Which one is really
Nathaniel Beecher?
The one that's paying
you to talk Pawnee.
Mr. Beecher...
On the east range,
Pawnees are putting up camp.
Take the boy to his
room. Stand guard.
Yes, sir.
WOMAN: In here.
( boy yelling in Pawnee)
But, Nathaniel...
Tater, pull out some
of that heavy timber.
We're going to do some building.
Where you going, mister?
I may need your lingo.
I have a couple of
questions in mind,
I think the Pawnees
may have the answer.
All right, cowboy.
You can tell their
chief one thing for me:
We're building him something
with a noose on the end of it.
Not many seasons ago, when
the Pawnees' lodges were filled
and the drying racks
bent low with meat,
the one called Ulu Chate
was known on the Plains.
Ulu Chate... "He who
ride with many tribe."
Cah-la-te hear name.
I have heard the name Cah-la-te.
He who keeps the treaty.
The name is well taken.
May you be repaid
in good hunting.
Ulu Chate hear how white
man pay tribe who keep treaty?
I'm sorry.
Now they take children.
And the Pawnee love
their children above all else,
even above greatness.
Is the boy Chewa
Cah-la-te's own seed?
We mix blood.
He traded from Sioux.
He is my seed now.
The Sioux stole a
boy, just about this age,
from the white man
Beecher, nearly six years ago.
Chewa my son.
Is he white?
Chewa my son. Is our law.
The white man has laws, too.
White man laws
sickness to my people.
I take my son back.
Cha-la-te, you have
kept the treaty thus far.
If you take the boy
back, there'll be killing...
and the white man
Beecher has many rifles.
Rifle no can kill men now dead.
Gray Wolf driven
from land, no game.
Winter come, no warm.
He walk.
He call to moon.
But he is now dead.
Well, here's the Indian lover.
Give him my message?
I did.
You, cinch that rope good.
I'm having this wagon
dragged out to their
camp tomorrow morning.
Going to let it sit
there in plain sight.
( bell tolling)
Come on in, folks.
Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas.
Come on in, folks.
Find seats anyplace.
Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas to you all.
Just find your seats anyplace.
( excited, indistinct
conversation)
Merry Christmas, folks!
Tater, Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas.
( people laughing and talking)
That looks fine,
Maudie. Need any help?
No, thanks.
Have Pete bring the boy.
Let's get on with it.
Tell Pete to bring
the boy. Right.
I said rations, not
all this fancy stuff.
When a man can't even
trust his own foreman...
Maggie and me always
done right by you,
ever since you
was a kid yourself.
You're not doing this for me.
All right...
if there's one strand
of fence down,
if one calf wanders off tonight,
we work double tomorrow.
( murmuring)
All right, let's get on with it.
Tater, it's Christmas Eve.
"Joy to the World."
Let's hear those carols.
Right!
All right, come on now, boys.
Let's us men show the
women and girls a thing or two.
Ready?
Two... three.
♪ The first Noel ♪
♪ The angels did say ♪
♪ Was to certain
poor shepherds ♪
♪ In fields where they lay ♪
♪ In fields where they... ♪
Mr. Beecher!
They knocked off
Buck and took your boy.
( all talking at once)
Shut up, everybody!
Were they Pawnees?
Yes.
You knew about this.
I thought they'd
try, but not so soon.
You see how heathens
work, using Christmas Eve?
Get your rifles!
There's no hurry.
The Pawnees plan
on waiting for you.
They're tired of running.
Mr. Beecher, to my
considerable surprise, reminds us
that this is a
very special night.
Preaching, from a gunslinger.
You just been aching to
speak your piece, haven't you?
I'm going to show you something.
Go ahead. Go ahead!
Say anything you want.
But when Nathaniel
Beecher yells, "Go,"
these people are going to jump.
All right.
All right, you folks.
You listen good now,
you're going to have a choice.
Like the poet fellow says:
A full heart or a full belly.
Excuse me, Tater.
My card says, "Have
Gun, Will Travel."
I have no intention of trying
to justify my profession
to you people,
or my personal code.
I am a long way
from being a preacher,
but I do know
something about killing,
and that's what you people
are going to have to do tonight.
Now, rightly or wrongly,
the Pawnees believe
that boy belongs to them.
It might interest
Mr. Beecher to know
that the boy was adopted...
Purchased from the Sioux.
He might be Robbie Beecher.
Few people love children
as much as the Pawnees do.
Their chief might
have given up the boy,
and properly treated, he
might still give up the boy.
On the other hand, those
Pawnees can run no further.
They would rather die out
there in that camp tonight,
than give up that boy to force.
Now, I suppose this isn't
much of a Christmas message.
I haven't reminded you that this
day has a very special meaning.
I haven't tried to tell you
that, to a starving man,
food might have more
weight than all your rifles.
Well, I ain't got
so much to say.
Now we're going to go
out and kill some Indians.
Hang one special Indian.
Anybody who wants can
stay here and draw his time.
Them that are going
with me... stand.
I'm staying.
That's my job.
Who's next?
I'll go.
That's the story from the
beginning, Mr. Paladin.
The belly always wins out.
I can't hit you, Tater,
but I can fire you.
You had me half
believing, Mr. Paladin,
till you put that gun on.
Christmas is
just talk, ain't it?
Like Mr. Beecher says.
All my life, I've only seen
a dozen real killers, but
I've seen 10,000 people
that would stand
by and let it happen.
Now, which is the
greater offense?
I don't know that answer,
but if killing is wrong,
especially tonight,
then it's wrong for
everybody, isn't it?
It's wrong for you, too,
even to protect a
few poor Indians.
I might have stopped the
killing with that gun tonight,
but you're right.
Two things this
night stands for:
love and courage.
You people have the courage
to walk past level rifles...
if you know the meaning
of the word "love"...
then I can give you
something tonight.
( speaking Pawnee)
( wagon approaching)
Cah-la-te forget how to kill.
Know how to die.
What good does that do the boy?
Will Chewa take
other father after this?
No, I suppose you
do win this way.
I wonder if Beecher knows that.
Squaws must be in the
wigwams with the kids.
I don't want a shot fired
until we know where the boy is.
( speaking Pawnee)
Well, this is the night
when some people
pretend there's
no evil in the world.
This is the one
night of the year
when the white man honors
the children of his tribe.
Ah.
Tater, bring them on in.
There'll be no rifle
fire here tonight.
Come on in, folks.
Maudie, do you need any help?
No, thanks.
Chr...
Chri... Christmas.
Christmas.
Kay-wonee.
Christmas.
That's right.
That's what they call it.
Christmas, Robbie.
The boy grow much.
Ring too small.
"Robert Beecher."
You must return the seed
to the plant that
bore it, Cah-la-te.
The soul of that
plant is not dead.
The boy will make
it green again.
The white rancher
is not an evil man.
If boy must go,
place dust in my mouth.
Stop breath.
Bury dead wolf.
I see other Pawnee children.
Will Cah-la-te let them starve?
One hand full of
land can kill a man,
but 500 acres of land can
keep a whole tribe alive.
CHILDREN: ♪ Deck the
halls with boughs of holly ♪
♪ Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la ♪
PALADIN: Tater.
♪ 'Tis the season to be jolly ♪
♪ Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la ♪
♪ Don we now our gay apparel ♪
♪ Fa-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la ♪
♪ Toll the ancient
Yuletide carol ♪
♪ Fa-la-la-la-la,
la-la-la-la... ♪
Robbie. Yep.
You were right about
one thing: He's yours.
Mr. Paladin wants
to see you about it.
He figures that about 500 acres
of land and 50 head of cattle
ought to make it
right with the chief.
And Paladin?
Mr. Paladin's price
is $1,000 cash,
paid to the chief.
Like he says, he
always gets his fee.
And I get my price, too.
I'm staying on,
watch how you treat the kid.
I'd like that, Tater.
Trouble with you is,
I never whupped you often enough
when you was a kid.
So, get on over there.
And, Nathaniel...
Merry Christmas.
♪ Jingle bells, jingle
bells, jingle all the way ♪
♪ Oh, what fun it is to
ride in a one horse... ♪
All right, tie up your horses
and get rid of your guns.
ALL: ♪ Silent night ♪
♪ Holy night ♪
♪ All is calm ♪
♪ All is bright ♪
♪ Round yon virgin ♪
♪ Mother and child ♪
♪ Holy infant ♪
♪ So tender and mild ♪
♪ Sleep in heavenly peace... ♪
♪ Sleep in ♪
♪ Heavenly peace. ♪