Rawhide (1959–1965): Season 6, Episode 22 - Incident at Zebulon - full transcript

Stampede! Come
on, everybody, up!

Let's go! Let's hit
those saddles! Move!

Somebody's darling

Somebody's pride

Who'll tell his mother

Where her boy died?

Oh, somebody's darling

Somebody's pride

Who'll tell his mother...

Ho.

Mr. Wishbone, the
supply wagon's back.



Mr. Wishbone.

"Somebody's darling."

You gave me a start.
Where is everybody?

Well, it was such a nice night,
we decided to have a picnic.

A picnic?

We had a stampede,
you knucklehead.

Oh. But you're gonna help me
unload, aren't you, Mr. Wishbone?

I'll take that bet.

Hey, where's Johnny Larkin?

Well, he decided
to stay in town.

He what?

Well, he said he wanted
to get a couple of beers.

Well, if you think I'm gonna
do Johnny Larkin's unloading

while he's socializes in
the fleshpots of Zebulon,



you got another thing coming.

Now, what's the idea
riding into camp like that?

- What's the big rush?
- Shh, shh.

What's the matter?

I guess I lost them.

Lost who?

I don't know, Wish.
It's the darndest thing.

Bunch of men wearing black masks
took after me, right outside of Zebulon.

Now what kind of
trouble you got into?

No trouble, Wish.
No mess, no nothing.

- You get in a fight or something?
- Me, fight?

Now, you know I'm a lover.

You made some smart remark
to one of their womenfolk.

I'm telling you, I
didn't do a thing.

I just had a couple of beers and
I started riding outside of town.

All of a sudden, somebody
hollered, "There he goes.

- That's the one who did it!"
- Did what?

Mushy, I didn't stop to ask him.

Now, come on, you got some idea.

Wish, I swear I don't.

But I'll tell you one thing, that's
an unfriendly town back there.

They got no use
for drovers at all.

Look, I'm gonna ease into
the supply wagon for a while,

and if anybody comes asking for
me, will you just tell them that I...

Stand right still, all of you.

I got him right here.

What's the big idea?

What are you doing here?

Stand easy, friend,

we've no business with you.

- Is this the man?
- That's the man.

I don't know what you're talking
about. What man? I didn't do anything.

Take the prisoner's gun.

- Prisoner by order of who?
- By order of the Regulators.

Now, what makes you
think you can come in

and take a man out of this
camp? I wanna see some badges.

Let's get on with it.

Don't let that mask
make you brave, mister.

Hold it right there.

Wait a minute, hold it. Look, I
don't know what this is all about,

but I'm not your man.
I swear to you, I'm not.

You got me mixed up
with somebody else.

Now, just hear me out.

You'll be heard.

But not here, not now.

Mount up.

What are we gonna
do, Mr. Wishbone?

Go get the boss.

What are they gonna
do with Mr. Larkin?

- I said go get the boss.
- Yes, sir.

Now.

You say they call themselves
the Regulators, huh?

That's right.

Maybe we better call in the men.

No, with the herd
scattered the way it is,

I'll need every man
I got in the saddle.

- I'll look into it.
- Maybe I better come with you.

No, I'll need you here too.

Well, you might be riding
into a bind. A bad one.

That's why I get paid
all that extra money.

All right, Barton, that covers
about everything up to now.

But I want you to be real sure.

Have you ever
seen this ring before?

He wore it in my store today.

- I remarked on it.
- That's a lie.

I never saw that ring
before in my life. Believe me!

All right, Larkin, you wanna
ask him any questions?

Questions?

How can I ask him any questions

about something I don't
know anything about?

It's just like I told you,
I never killed the girl.

I never even saw her!

All right, Barton.

Luanna Day.

Your name?

Luanna Day.

From the window in
the back of your place,

you can see Betty
McKeever's house, can't you?

That's right.

And you saw this man
with Betty McKeever

go in there this afternoon
about 4:00, is that right?

I don't know.

What?

I wouldn't wanna
say, not for certain.

You were heard to
say this afternoon

in front of a half a
dozen witnesses.

I just got a glimpse,
I'm not that sure.

All right, is it true
that you saw a man

go into Betty McKeever's house

about his size, his build, his
coloring, and dressed like he is?

Well, yes.

Well, I guess, in general...

It's shadowy in that alley.

And like I said, I...

You wanna ask her any questions?

Well, she...

She said it wasn't me.

What more do you want?

She said it could've been you.

And that, coupled with this ring,
is enough to hang you, Larkin.

Now, you men have
all heard the evidence...

Just a minute, Mr. Prosecutor.

We'll keep this thing
according to the rules.

The prisoner's got a
chance to sum up his defense

and make a closing statement.

It's your say, Larkin.

I told you before,
I didn't do it.

And so help me, I didn't!

I'll let the evidence
stand by itself.

All you men who feel
he's guilty, signify by...

Wait a minute.

- Wait a minute.
- Mr. Favor.

All right, I know your name.
What else should I know?

Larkin here works for me.

What's this all about?

He is being tried for the
murder of Betty McKeever,

this town, age 25.

She was found this
afternoon with her neck broken.

We have good and sufficient reason
to believe that Larkin is responsible.

We're giving him
more than she had.

It's a trial by jury.

By whose authority?

By the authority of this town.

The people.

You know of any
better authority?

Federal, for one thing.

In this territory,

only a federal judge
can try a murder case.

The federal judge
is a fat old man

wearing a raggedy black coat,

who comes around only
when he happens to remember

that fly spot on the map
is a town called Zebulon.

No, thanks, friend.

We have our own
brand of justice here,

and we're proud of it.

Then why are you
hiding behind a mask?

Mr. Favor...

They got no witness.
They got nothing.

We have all the
evidence we need.

This ring.

He was seen wearing
it this afternoon.

And you know where
we found it, mister?

In Betty McKeever's dead hand.

It's not mine, Mr. Favor.

I swear it.

You call this justice?

Two bits worth of cheap
colored glass and silver?

Why, not even a fat old
man in a raggedy black coat

could hang a man
on the strength of that.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

But we could.

And there isn't anything
you can do about it.

I got 25 men who
might not agree with you.

Twenty-five.

We've got that many and 50 more.

You bring your trash to Zebulon,

I'll bury it for you.

Let's get on with it. - Hold it.

You harm this man in any way,

and there ain't gonna be a mask
big enough for you to hide behind.

You'll answer for it,
and that's a promise.

Get out of town,
trash. Get out now!

Tie him to the wheel.

All of you watch.

And remember,

the justice of Zebulon
brooks no interference.

Not from any man.

Watch

and remember.

You! Drover!

What do you want?

Some garbage for you.

Here's the rest of it.

Catch.

Carry the word to all drifters,
drovers and saddle tramps.

Stay out of Zebulon.

Jim, come here!
Come here, quick!

That's all right, boss.

You're gonna be all right.

- Everybody here, Joe?
- All but the night guards.

Are you all fully loaded?

- Yes, Mr. Jim.
- All right, let's move out.

Here, where do you
think you're going?

I'm going to town,
that's where I'm going.

You are not. I need somebody to
help me with Mr. Favor, that's you.

But I got a right to
tear up that town.

- You...
- Nobody's gonna tear up nothing.

Yeah. Now, what
business have you got up?

You're not fit to be
up. Get down there.

You hear me, Quince?
Nobody's going nowhere.

Don't aim to cross you,
Mr. Favor, but it's been decided.

We're going to Zebulon.

And none of you would come back.

They got a small
private army in there.

Plus a small private cemetery
just for drovers and drifters.

Anybody leaves here,
they'll have to get past me.

You know Johnny
Larkin's dead, don't you?

Look what they did to you.

They dumped both of
your bodies beside the herd.

- Said something about garbage.
- As long as I'm running this herd,

I'll run it my
way. Now, turn in.

Yeah, all right.

Me, for one, I hate to
see them get away with it.

Don't worry about that.

Nobody's getting
away with nothing.

You want some coffee?

Boss.

You ought to have better sense.

You got no business
up and you know it.

- That so?
- Yeah, with a back like that,

you ought to be down
flat at least two days.

Help me on with this.

Boss, about Larkin,
just why was he hung?

A girl was killed in town.

She had a ring in her hand,
they said it belonged to him.

- He said it didn't.
- A ring?

Is this it? They said it came
with the rest of the trash.

Yeah, that's it.

I never saw it before.

Neither did I.

Quince,

you're taking over till Rowdy gets
back from Tiburón with his bunch.

You got two days to
make the white water.

- Two days?
- At the outside.

It'll be narrow
if we do it at all.

You've got to make it.

It's been raining up in the Sangres.
The river will be coming to flood.

If you don't make it by tomorrow
night, we'll lose a full week.

So we'll cross it
tomorrow night.

Good. Hey Soos.

- Yeah?
- Give me a horse.

- A horse, Señor Favor?
- That's right.

Are you out of your mind?
You belong in the wagon.

Get the horse.

What are you gonna do?

I got some business in
town. Personal business.

Well, stopping us from tearing
up a town is one thing, but...

Now, this is sure another.
You're not going in there alone.

All or nobody,
and I say all of us.

Well, I got a better idea.

There's laws against lynching
and federal marshals to back it up.

With one to every thousand
square miles, how do you find him?

You send men out, that's how.

With no men to spare?

You'll move the
herd like I told you.

White water in two days.

- Got your word on it?
- You got it.

Señor Favor.

Yeah, I'm not
gonna let you do it.

I don't see how
you're gonna stop me.

Look, it's just a matter
of hunting one man down.

I don't see any other
way to do it except alone.

Now, hear this, you
stay out of this town.

All of you.

Mr. Favor, we all know
how you feel, every one of us.

- You ever been horsewhipped?
- No, I haven't.

I don't think you do.

All right, we got a
herd to move out.

All right, all
right, I'm coming.

- What'll you have?
- A room, and see to my animal.

Number 8, top of the stairs.

That'll be four bits of...

You were the one.

Last night.

You want the key back?

Not till I get told different.

The head of the Regulators,

the one they call the
Major, where is he?

I don't know.

All right, tell your sheriff
I wanna talk to him.

Ain't got no sheriff,
just a deputy.

Young fellow by the
name of Roy Cutter.

Was he around last night?

Look, mister, Roy
does like he's told.

We all do.

There's no standing
against them.

It'd be smart if you just rode
back where you came from.

How about a woman
named Luanna Day?

Where is she?

I said where is she?

She runs a saloon,
The Cattleman's.

Across the street
and down a ways.

I'm looking for a Luanna Day.

Luanna?

What is it?

You got company.

What do you want?

I just wanna see
you for a minute.

Heh. I'll bet you would.

She's taking a bath.

Make yourself comfortable.
I'll be out as soon as I can.

You, uh, the deputy?

So it says.

Where were you last night?

What makes that
business of yours?

A horsewhipping and a
lynching makes it my business.

I got the horsewhip and
one of my crew got hung.

So?

So I just thought the law should
be a little interested anyways.

The three little
monkeys, mister.

Hear no, speak no, see no.

That's all this law
is interested in.

Last night I was over at Lathrop
looking for some stray stock.

Well, I'm not making
any money here.

Deputy.

Maybe you'd better go look
for some more strayed stock

for a couple of days.

That ought to give me time to
take the mask off this Major fellow.

And don't worry about running along
and telling him. I'd like you to do that.

Before you leave.

Like Luanna said, make
yourself comfortable.

Sam.

I thought I'd find
you here, Major.

What is it, Roy?

There's a man over at Luanna's
I think you ought to know about.

Gil Favor, trail boss.

A man with a memory and
a stubborn streak to match.

I know all about him, Roy.

Anything else?

He sent you a message.
He said he wanted to see you.

Without the mask.

All right, Cutter, you
ran your little errand.

Why don't you go back
and find your lost cows?

I had that in mind.

Major, that drover didn't
come back to town alone

just to take in the scenery.

You know, Major, sometimes a
horsewhipping can do that to the man.

It can either break
him or it can...

Pushes him back in the jungle.

Unpredictable,
primitive, dangerous.

Capable of anything.

I said we should have strung
him up last night with the other one.

And I'm saying it now,

finish him before
he finishes one of us.

Not one of you, Sam.

Just me.

He promised me that.

Now I know he meant it.

No.

Hanging a murderer is one thing,
but to flat out and out kill a man...

It's the law of the jungle,
Tom. Kill or be killed.

It seems we don't
have any other choice.

Exactly the way I see it.

Well, I don't agree with that.

I don't agree with
that at all, Major.

There's gotta be another way.

Maybe there is, Tom.

Maybe there is.

Isn't that the old man
from the cattle drive?

I've noticed sometimes
with a certain kind of man,

the best way to reach him
is through someone else.

It might work.

Don't let there be any
question marks about it, Sam.

Make it convincing.

Well,

after last night, I figured you'd
be dropping in on morticians,

not saloonkeepers.

I heal fast.

And forget slow, huh, cowboy?

All right, so I talk too much.

Well, what'll it be?

Just a name, lady.

It goes with Major.

Why me?

You didn't seem too anxious
for Larkin to hang last night.

Well, that doesn't mean I
wanna try my neck for size.

Do you mind?

- Some pearls of wisdom, cowboy...
- I didn't come here for advice.

Well, since it's free,
you're gonna get it anyway.

The Cattleman's Saloon,

four walls, a ceiling that don't
leak, some beat-up old furniture,

and a pretty fair stock
of backcountry firewater.

It's not much but it's the walls of
Jericho between me and the wolves.

And it's all mine. You know why?

Because I do what I'm told.

When the Regulators bark,

I scream.

And loud.

I'm scared, cowboy.

But I sleep nights.

And that is the way
the Regulators keep it.

Who are they?

Just men. They don't advertise.

They made a lot
of noise last night.

Look closely, cowboy.

Under this war paint,
there's a lot of mileage.

I've been there.

Dodge, Ellsworth, Libertyville.

A bunch of open graves.

Up until a year ago,
Zebulon had them all beat.

A man wasn't safe on
the streets. And a woman?

She wasn't safe anywhere.

And the law just plain wasn't.

Now, that's when they...

The Regulators moved in and
they did a job that needed doing.

- And they made it stick.
- The Major, who is he?

Didn't you get enough
of that whip last night?

Just what do you
think you're try...?

Cowboy.

Your friend, Larkin,

- he killed her.
- What?

I saw them go into her house.

I heard them fight.

You weren't so
positive of that last night.

Maybe I just didn't
wanna see a man hang.

Maybe you just
wanna play it safe

and keep your walls of
Jericho from falling down.

You don't wanna
believe it, do you?

Cowboy, you have got one move.

Straight out of town.

Now, if you don't take it,

you're dog meat.

- Your name Favor?
- That's right.

Your friend's looking
for you. Over at the hotel.

Little gent with whiskers.

Have a nice little chat?

Sam...

The Major don't
like that, honey.

Talking, I mean.

Now, I'd keep that in mind.

You understand?

Wish.

Get a doctor.

I said get a doctor!

I'm a doctor.

It'll be all right to move him.

I'll need some help.

You can take him upstairs.

Too bad.

Old man like that.

Of course, accidents
do happen, don't they?

He's resting easy now.

He gonna be all right?

Aside from assorted
bumps and bruises,

he had quite a
crack on his skull.

You drovers seem to
be a hardheaded lot.

- How much do I owe you?
- No.

I'll take no money for this.

There's something
else I'll take.

Your promise to leave town.

He isn't the first man
I've patched up like this.

And he won't be the last.

My advice is to take it
in the spirit it's meant.

Maybe I shouldn't try to
outguess the Regulators but...

Go ahead, try.

I'd say it's meant as a warning

to you and your friend.

And they mean right now.

Wouldn't hurt to move him. You
can rent a wagon at the livery.

Matter of fact, I'm
going right past there,

I could ask them
to hold one for you.

You do that.

And you'll be leaving?

Yeah, as soon as I
finish what I've come for.

It's you against 50 men.

Just one man, that's all I want.

You find him,

then what?

Call a meeting in
an hour, your place.

It didn't take?

He made up his mind.

So have I.

You awake?

The way I feel, I wish I wasn't.

Here's some soup.

Yeah.

Thanks. Just hold it.

I think I better
lie down and rest.

To tell you the truth,
I'm not very hungry.

What happened?

I'd come to town looking for you

only a couple of those laughing
boys in black found me first.

Said if we didn't disappear,

there was gonna be a couple of
fresh unmarked graves in the town plot.

Next thing I knew

here I am.

I told you to stay
with the herd.

Well, something come up.
Something you ought to know.

It better be good.

Hand me my pants. Ooh.

This is the ring that
they said that Larkin had.

He said he didn't
know anything about it.

Yeah, what about it?

Well, I was going through
his things to send to his folks.

On the bottom of
his possible bag,

I found these.

Just as alike as peas in a pod.

He must've been passing them out
like cotton candy in every town we hit.

And no doubt about it,
Johnny Larkin did have that ring.

He said different and he lied.

Yeah, well, it don't
change anything.

Well, if it don't, it should.

He killed a girl
and he swung for it.

That finishes it.

For you maybe, not me.

Oh, boss, what they
did to us, it'll heal.

Outside of a few scars,

Zebulon will just be a
bad dream. It'll go away.

You make anything
more of it, it won't.

It'll fester till it kills you.

It's their poison,
let them live with it.

After I get my man.

Who appointed you the
avenging angel of death?

A man in a mask.

All right, go on and kill him.

Or get killed.

But you don't make
any mistake about it.

You're not doing this for Johnny
Larkin or justice or anything else.

You're just a man that got
horsewhipped and can't live with it.

Does that really
make it any better?

You bet your hat it does.

Makes it easier to
live with anyway.

Who? The Regulators?

They don't bother me
and I don't bother them.

What then?

A man like you
wouldn't understand.

Well, try me.

All my life,

as long as I can recollect,
I wanted to be a lawman.

Oh, that may not mean much
to you, but that's what I wanted.

Three years ago, Sheriff
Heineke took me on here.

Deputy.

I worked.

Worked hard at everything.

Especially my gun.

Well, I got good.
Fast and fancy.

First time I really
had to use it I froze.

I ran away and
hid under a bottle.

That's my little problem.

I got no guts, I'm a coward.

- Said you wouldn't understand.
- Hmmph.

Cutter, the way you talk
you make it sound like

being a coward is
like being an Irishman

or 6 feet tall or
having blue eyes.

You can't change
any of those things.

You can change being a coward.

Yeah, any time you want to.
You get chances every single day.

All you got to do is stand
up. Just even a little bit.

Like right now.

Who is he? This Major.

- I'll give you a clue...
- Yeah, I know, get out of town.

Somebody else tell you?

Oh, everybody's
been real big on that.

Did it ever come to you that Major
and the rest of them might be right?

Now, Cutter, all it'd
take is one strong man,

one strong lawman to
handle this whole town.

That could be you.

Do you think so?

We had us a strong
lawman, old Heineke.

He couldn't do a thing.

You wanna know how
the Regulators started?

There's a drover in
jail one night for drunk.

Right in here.

A bunch of his friends
came over to bust him out.

There was a gunfight.

The one I told you about
where I didn't do so good.

Now, when it was over,
old Heineke was dying

and there was a
little boy outside.

He was dead.

Hit by a wild shot.

That's how the
Regulators started.

Next day, his father got
a bunch of men together...

Look, Cutter, all I want is a
name. Just one lousy little name.

Dig your own grave. I'm
not gonna dig it for you.

Jack.

One beer for one drover.

You ain't exactly packing
them in tonight, are you?

Well, nothing will. Not tonight.

Not till you go back
where you belong.

What are you all afraid
of? I ain't fighting the town.

All I want is one man.

A year ago, it was
only one man too.

That's the way it started.

But we all got involved in it.

That was when that sheriff
was killed and that kid?

Jody Wallace, 8 years old.

That's what I mean.
That's what happens when...

Then his father's name
would be Dr. Wallace?

The Major?

It's just a name, forget it.

Look, you've got no
business with Wallace.

I told you this morning
the drover was guilty.

You told me a lot of things.

What did you want me to say?

You walk in here
with a face like death

and expect me to
point the way for what?

So you can kill a man for
doing what he thought was right?

Did he?

You sure Larkin wasn't just another
bunch of flowers for his kid's grave?

- I don't know and I don't care.
- Well, I do.

Favor,

you can't win.

Supposing you do kill him
before somebody kills you,

don't you know
you'll hang for it?

It just came out.

There was an accident.

I was trying to explain
the good you've done and...

Well, I said more
than I meant to.

- That's all.
- That's all?

All Favor has to do is
check the public records

and he'll have Jody's
name, and mine.

- I'm sorry.
- You are, for a fact, Roy,

about as sorry an excuse
for a man as I know.

All right, Major,
what do we do now?

What we should've
done last night.

Hang him.

Wait a minute.

On what charge?

I said hanging a man for killing
is one thing, but this is going too...

You were quick enough
to join in last night.

That was an execution.

So is this.

The only question is

do you execute Favor
before he commits murder

or afterwards?

What about the rest of you?

We'll get the men. Call
out the town, everybody.

As for you, Roy,

I think you've outlived
your usefulness to us.

You've got till sunup to pack.

I better warn you, all I'd
need is the least little excuse

from any one of you.

Heh. Ain't that funny?

Without your black masks,
you only look like human beings.

What do you want?

Like I told you,
doctor, just one man.

- You.
- Favor.

Deputy, you better run along.

There must be some
strayed stock somewhere.

No need to run, Roy.

We've nothing to fear from our
archangel of vengeance here.

You see, what he is here for,
it's not a thing every man can do.

It takes a special breed
of man to kill in cold blood.

Nothing special about pulling a
trigger, Wallace. Just how you do it.

Only difference between you and me,
I don't need to hide behind any mask

or torchlight trial.

Justice is justice, Favor.

Every man that we tried, including
that murderer you call friend,

was given a fair hearing.

No man was executed
without cause,

no man was punished
without good reason.

Including you.

Spare me the righteous
indignation, Favor.

I've heard too much of it

from too many men who
tried to bend the truth their way.

Go on, pull the trigger.

I challenge you to use that gun.

Like I said, I'm not gonna
dig your grave for you.

Quite right, Roy.
We'll do that for him.

Get started, Sam.

Tell them to set up for a trial.

A short trial.

You all saw what
happened last night.

You all know why
this man came back.

He came here to commit murder.

To destroy the very
justice that we, all of us,

are pledged to uphold.

We voted, we came to a decision.

Your decision,
Zebulon's decision.

This man must hang.

If for no other reason

than to protect what is right.

To show the world
that here, in this town,

no one man has the right to
take the law into his own hands.

- All right, see to it.
- Not yet, Mr. Executioner.

Not till it's all been said.

Wish, get out of here
before you get hurt again.

- You can't change anything.
- Well, neither can this rope.

The Regulators issue
only one warning, friend.

You've had yours.

Major.

You said this was our decision.

Not yours, not
just the Regulators'.

If he's got something to say,
I think we should all listen.

Very well. Just make it short.

Short and sweet.

You use that rope on Mr. Favor,

you're gonna have to
try me out for size too.

Because if you
don't, I'll be back.

And for the very same
reason that he came back.

Only I won't be alone.

There's 25 cow pushers out there

that'll take this just
as personal as I will.

It don't matter how many
guns you got, we'll still come.

And we won't leave until every
one of you have answered for this.

Not last night. Just this.

It won't be just them.

It'll be some of you too.

Maybe even some of us.

And why?

Because you stood by and
let a bunch of masked vultures

hang a man for thinking.

Not committing the crime,
just thinking about one.

Very well, that's all.
- No, Major.

There's more.

No. You start hanging somebody
for what they think about doing,

this town will end
up a cemetery.

Better a cemetery
than what it was.

Go back to your saloon,
Luanna, and think about it.

Think about that very carefully.

I just did.

Very carefully.

I told Favor your name.

Does that make me
a candidate for this?

And what about Roy?

He told Favor about your son.

When will he be next?

And what about the rest of you?

When was the last
time that you crossed

one of our black-robed
disciples of virtue?

When will you be next?

I'm not in the habit of
repeating myself, Luanna.

Go back to your
saloon and stay there

until you hear from me.

The hanging, gentlemen. - No.

There'll be no
more hanging here.

Maybe it took this.

Maybe it took what Favor
came here to do, but it's over.

Through.

There'll be no more
revenge for your son's death.

No more graves to
help him rest in peace.

He will never rest in peace.

Not until we've made this
town a decent place to live.

With horsewhippings
and lynchings?

With tar and feathers and fear?

With whatever it
takes to do the job!

No, Major.

There'll be no more Regulators.

It's over.

I've warned you, Roy. Now, I...

Lower the guns, boys.

There'll be no
more killing here.

Take off the masks.

There's nothing
to hide from now.

All right, go on home, folks.

There's nothing
more to see here.

Well, you can go back to
your cattle drive, Mr. Favor.

The federal marshal
will finish up here.

Or maybe just one
good lawman, huh?

All I got to say is whatever he
and the rest of those Regulators get,

they had it coming.

A man shouldn't take
the law in his own hands.

Says so in the Book.

Come on, Wish, we
got a herd to catch.

Oh, uh, Favor.

I have a question.

Were you really gonna kill him?

Him? Kill a man in cold blood?

Never.

You weren't going to, were you?

I guess we'll never know.

Head them up!

Move them out!