Rawhide (1959–1965): Season 8, Episode 9 - The Pursuit - full transcript

(horse snorting)

(snorts)

-(gunshot)
-(horse neighs)

Hey, what are you shooting
at me for?!

What is this?!

Who's shooting?!

If you want me,
come and get me!

-♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
-(whip cracks)

♪ Rawhide ♪

(whip cracks)

(whip cracks)



-(whip cracks)
- Hyah! Hyah!

-Hyah!
-(Whip cracks)

(mooing)

I don't get it-- who'd be
shooting at you out there?

The only way I figure
is Indians.

They told me in town there was
a Comanche raiding party around.

Oh, they warned us
to take the long trail

through,
through Antelope Valley.

Yeah, well, Indians
usually don't travel alone,

and when they do,
they don't cause trouble.

Well, what else could it be?

I wasn't on anybody's land.

What about you?

You cause any trouble yourself
in town?



Well, not unless
you call trouble

getting stuck
for a couple of tickets to a,

a church lottery.

-(chuckles)
- You bought tickets?

COLBY: Ladies caught me
with money in my hands.

Was after I bought the things
you sent me into town for.

I decided to have
a cold beer and...

...well, maybe two.

Then I started back.

As a matter of fact,

it was the sheriff
in Short Creek

who told me about the Comanches.

Must be a simple case
of robbery, some outlaw jasper.

Well, look, Jed, uh,
maybe somebody mistook you

for somebody else.

You sure you don't know anybody
around here?

I've been up this trail
a time or two,

but I never even saw
the town before.

Whoever was shooting at me
sure wasn't taking any chances.

He wanted me dead
before he showed himself,

and he darn near got his way.

Beats me.

Me, too.

Beats all of us.

Maybe there's no answer to it.

Well, let's just go back there
and root him out.

No, chances are,
it was a Comanche...

and if there's a raiding party
around here anywhere,

like up ahead
on the trail maybe,

we'd better take
that sheriff's advice.

Antelope Valley?

Well, it's safer
and closer to towns.

Yeah, the only trouble is,

it's about a day or so
out of the way.

Well, I guess the sooner
we get started, the better.

You want to scout ahead
the bed-ground?

No, I'd like to do
a little scouting on my own,

make sure it was a Comanche.

You mean go back there?

Yeah, try to track him down.

Alone? You were already
shot at once.

Only this time
I'll be expecting trouble.

Well, if you find him,
he may not be alone.

Don't worry,
I don't like being shot at.

Yeah, none of us do. If there's
somebody back there, we ought

-to know about it.
- Yeah, that's right.

You go on ahead,
Jim can do the scouting.

You'll learn more
with four eyes than two.

Oh, thanks, Simon,
but this is my game.

Wish.

Will you be able
to find us tonight?

Yeah, but I'll be back late.

Best way to spot him is
to watch for his night camp.

Well, just find out who it is.

Don't try to even
any scores, huh?

I'll be careful.

Hyah.

Well, I suppose the rest of us
ought to get in the saddle.

Check your ammunition.

(drovers shouting, whistling)

(mooing)

(horse snorting)

QUINCE: I tell you, this 160-
acre homestead land don't make

any sense at all out here
in this short grass country.

Why, there ain't no water.

How's a man going
to make a living?

This is grazing land,
strictly cattle.

And buffalo before that.

Why, sure,
it's grass and animals

just as far as the eye can see.

Well, those sodbusters
just seem to keep coming.

Doesn't seem to be anything
anybody can do about it.

Yeah, but how
about this barbed wire?

Yeah, barbed wire.

The man who invented that
ought to be horsewhipped.

Yeah, out here it seems to be
nothing but trouble,

that's for sure.

I'll tell you this--
this is cow country.

It always was
and always will be,

no matter how those sodbusters
try to ruin it.

(wolf howling in distance)

You worried about Jed?

Yeah, I should have sent
somebody else along with him.

He can take care of himself.

It's no small chore
scouting a Comanche camp,

especially if they're
on a raiding party.

He won't take any chances
once he spots the Indians.

That's another thing, you know.

We don't know it's Indians.

No one's proven
that it was Comanches

that fired that shot either
or that they're even up ahead.

They could be right around here
somewhere.

Yeah, they could have followed
his trail right in to us.

Well, whoever fired the shot,
Indian or not, uh,

might not just be looking
for Jed.

Who's on night guard anyway?

Uh, Simon and Cisco.

I'd better go have a look.

♪♪

(wolf howling in distance)

(galloping hoof beats
approaching)

- Simon.
- Well, howdy, Mr. Yates.

Everything peaceful?

Quiet enough to put a man
to sleep.

If I sing tonight,
it won't be to quiet them down.

It'll be to keep me awake.

You're looking for Jed, huh?

Oh, just looking.

Well, I'm a-watching, too.

He said he might be late.

Well, keep your eyes open,
will you?

You mean for that sniper?

Yeah, he could be around.

Well, I've been a-watching.

Don't you worry, Mr. Yates.

♪♪

(horse snorts)

♪♪

(cocks hammer)

No, you don't.

(grunting)

(grunting continues)

Whoa.

Need any help, Mr. Yates?

No, get his rifle, will you?

Take this, too.

All right now, mister,
you can move into camp.

Hey, Rowdy,
who you got with you?

That's what
we're gonna find out.

Hey.

He's wearing a badge.

Yeah, where'd you get that?

I've been wearing it
the best part of my life.

You trying to tell us
you're a lawman?

You can see the badge.

Well, it's a federal badge,
all right,

and a real one.

WISHBONE: That don't necessarily
mean it's his badge.

- It's my badge.
- ROWDY: If you're a federal

law officer,
why didn't you come on in?

What are you doing
sneaking around out there?

I'm looking for someone.

For who?

He wouldn't be using
his right name.

Why didn't you come in
and ask about him?

You didn't have to skulk around.

I know my business.

Yeah, well,

I mean to find out
about your business.

Check that rifle,
will you, Simon?

Uh, maybe you have some sort
of credentials on you

you wouldn't mind showing, huh?

(sighs)
Hanson Dickson, U.S. Marshal,

Fourth Federal District,
Missouri.

Well, sure,
you are Marshal Dickson.

WISHBONE:
Dickson?

You're the one that cleaned
the Picket brothers

-out of Cedar City.
- That's right.

QUINCE:
Yeah, and he's the one

that hunted down Bill Claggett

and shot it out with him
in Abilene, too.

Oh, well, Rowdy, maybe we've
been a little out of line.

I mean, interfering with a
U.S. Marshal on legal business.

That's if his legal business
included shooting somebody.

Has that been fired?

BLAKE:
Sure has, most of the cylinder.

What were you shooting at,
Marshal?

The man I came after.

I almost got him this morning.
I missed him,

-but I picked up his trail.
- To here?

To here.

I figure he's one of your men.

Yeah, I figure that, too,

because you were shooting
at one of my men today.

Uh, my question is why, huh?

I told you why.

He's the man I came after.

Jed Colby?

That's not his right name.

What then?

James Crothers.

I got a warrant for him here,

sworn out at Short Creek.

Murder?

He's wanted dead or alive.

You sure you got the right man?

There's no mistake.

You want to give me back
my guns?

(sighs)

(muttering):
Yeah, go ahead.

If you wanted him so bad,
how come you tried to shoot him?

He's wanted dead or alive.

And it's easier
to take him in dead.

Under some circumstances.

I'd rather take him alive,
but he's dangerous.

Jed?

James Crothers.

He's probably
on his good behavior here.

He's a good man.

I ain't about to let him get
shot in the back by a sniper,

badge or no badge.

Then maybe you'd like to help me
take him without violence.

I'd like to hear his side
of the story first.

I'm not sure he's the man
you say he is.

You either, for that matter.

You haven't said where he went.

Well, strangely enough,

he's out looking for you.

Then he'll be back.

So I'll stay here.

Yeah, that's good.

I can keep an eye on you
that way.

Simon, better get on
back out there.

Let me remind you all,

if you warn him,

you'll be violating the law.

(hoof beats departing)

What do you think, Rowdy?

I don't know what to think.

Must be some sort of mix-up,
I guess.

I don't know.
That, uh, warrant description

fits Jed right to a T.

Yeah, and the same initials.

Yeah, could be
anybody's initials.

One thing is Jed
don't fit murder,

that's for sure.

I'd bet my pay on that.

And what help
is that gonna be to Jed?

Well, at least I can warn him

and make sure he doesn't ride
in here unsuspecting.

He may be a marshal, but, uh,

something seems fishy about him.

Where you going?

Uh...

I've got a herd out there

and night riders
I got to check on,

if that's any of your business.

I'll come with you.

No, you won't.

You stay right here
in the light,

where the boys can keep
an eye on you.

I don't want any sniping
going on around this camp.

Now, that badge of yours doesn't
bother me too much, Dickson.

It's my camp;
we'll play it my way.

(hoof beats departing)

(sighs)

(coyote howling distantly)

(cattle lowing)

- Any sign of him?
- I've been a-looking.

He'll be coming
from that direction.

Well, I think I'll head
out that way.

Remember, four eyes
are better than two.

Now, you stay here
and keep an eye out,

in case, uh, in case I miss him.

Don't let him go into camp
without knowing, huh?

All right.

(cattle lowing)

(coyotes howling distantly)

♪♪

COLBY:
Stay right where you are.

Jed?

Yeah. Rowdy?

What are you doing out here?

I thought it might've been
you gunning for me.

Nothing out there
except a Comanche sign,

but it's a day or two old.

Beats me.

Yeah, he's waiting for you.

Who?

Your man, he rode on in.

Then he followed me.

Why didn't I think of that?

Then you've got him.

- Good.
- Uh, well, let me just say

he's there;
he's waiting for you.

What do you mean?

He's a marshal;
said he wants you.

Me? What for?

You're wanted for murder
in Missouri.

He says your real name
is James Crothers.

Yeah, I used the name once.

What's his name?

Dickson.

Hanson Dickson?

Then you know him, huh?

Yeah, I know him.

Come on, I want to see for sure.

(insects chirping)

It's Dickson, all right.

So, he's come after me.

Two years ago,
he arrested me for murder.

He figured I'd killed a man
named Ed Carley,

but I didn't.

They didn't even
bring it to trial

because they proved I couldn't
possibly have done it.

I was cleared completely.

Well, what's he want you
for now, then?

You've heard of hanging judges.

Well,
Dickson's a hanging marshal.

He prides himself on the men
he's brought to the gallows.

He wanted me there,

but they released me.

Only he never gives up.

He said he didn't believe
the evidence.

Said he could bring out
new evidence.

Well, maybe he did, huh?

He couldn't have.

I don't know
what he's cooked up.

Whatever it is,

I'm not guilty of murder.

Well,

I'll tell you, Jed,

you're gonna have
to clear yourself.

Well, he's had quite a time
to work something out.

Besides, he's not only famous
for the men he helped hang,

he's also famous for the ones
who never got to the gallows,

the ones he shot,

like he tried to shoot me today.

If ] surrender to him now,

I'd never get
back to Missouri alive.

Well, what are you
gonna do, run?

I'm trying to explain to you
why I have to.

Never thought I'd see the day
you'd even think about running.

I've got to.

Between Dickson and me,
it's Kill or be killed,

and I don't want to kill him

any more than I want him
to kill me.

You know,
it's a temptation to me

to take a shot at him right now.

Jed?

I'm sorry, Rowdy.

I'd liked to have
stayed on with you.

Now, look, just a minute.

What are you gonna do, stop me?

Hold me for him?

No, I just want you to know
what you're getting into.

Once you start running,

there ain't gonna be
any turning back.

I know that,
and I don't like it.

But I've got no choice
or I would be a murderer.

(horse snorts)

There are a couple of things
I'd like to know

about this man of yours
you call Colby.

Yeah, well, first,
there's a few more things

I'd like to know.

What?

More about the charge
you have against him.

You read the warrant;
it's murder.

(grunts)

Who'd he kill?

When?

Boy named Ed Carley
a couple years ago.

Hmm.

I heard he was cleared
of that charge.

There's new evidence.

Mm-hmm. What kind of evidence?

That's not my business;
I just make the arrest.

He was out there, wasn't he?

You warned him,

helped him to run.

All right, mister, I warned you.

You're under arrest
for aiding the escape

of a wanted criminal.

You're going into Short Creek
to jail.

You just got to take
somebody in, don't you, Dickson?

- Just drop your guns.
- BLAKE: No.

- You better drop yours.
-(cocking rifle)

Unless you want
a back full of lead.

ROWDY: No, Simon,
he is wearing a star.

You're not going with him,
are you?

I might just do that.

Find out how much authority
he really has.

You'll find out.

Get moving.

No, hold it.

Not without an escort.

I don't want you to make
any mistakes with that gun.

Jim,

uh, you hold the herd here.

We got grass and water enough
for two days.

Simon,

you ride along with me
and the marshal here, huh?

♪♪

Well, Marshal Dickson,
you get your man?

Not the right one.

But I want this man jailed for
aiding a criminal to escape.

He hasn't got a shred
of evidence to prove that.

Well, his word's
good enough for me.

Get down.

When can I see a judge?

That'll take at least a week.

Our judge is a circuit rider.

Look, I've got a herd
to take care of.

That's not my problem.

You'd better tell your men
that they're in for a long wait.

Well, we haven't got any time
for a long wait.

Grass is getting bad,
and so is the water.

And there's Indians out there.

SHERIFF:
Nothing I can do about that.

They'll have to take
care of themselves.

Now get down.

If you want your boss out,

maybe you'd better go get
Jed Colby and bring him back.

Get his gun belt.

You convinced now, cowboy?

That you're a marshal?

Maybe so, but as far as
Jed being a criminal,

you'll have to prove that
before I believe it.

I don't have to prove
anything to you,

and I don't intend to.

Well, you'll have
to prove it to a court,

and you couldn't do that
two years ago.

I will this time.

I doubt it.

I doubt if you'll even risk it.

DICKSON:
Think what you like.

You want to tell me now
where he went?

I don't know.

What direction?

I have no idea.

- DICKSON: He told you nothing?
- ROWDY: Nothing, no.

- You didn't ask?
- No, I didn't ask.

And he had no supplies,

and he can't go far
without them.

He'll go over through
Antelope Valley,

toward the towns
on the other side.

I'll go that way after him,
after I've had a little sleep.

You need help, Marshal?

I could raise a posse.

No, I've done it alone so far.

I don't need any help.

You don't need any help to, uh,

shoot a man in the back.

This Colby told you that,
I guess.

Maybe he didn't tell you
that's the way

he did the killing
I want him for...

shot a man from behind.

I don't believe that.

I don't care what
you believe, cowboy.

I'll be at the hotel
if you should get any news.

All right, Marshal.

You know, Yates,
you're not helping yourself any.

You're in enough trouble now.

Yeah.

Tell me, Sheriff...

did it ever occur to you
that he might be wrong?

Hanson Dickson?

Uh-uh.

He's one of the most respected
marshals in the West.

Don't you think it's,
uh, kind of unusual

that he's come all the way
out here from Missouri

just to arrest one man?

Well, it, uh...
may be not usual.

Wouldn't the normal
thing, uh, be

is to send word to you
and have you pick him up?

Well, if he was supposed to be
here in town, maybe yes.

But with the herds coming up,

having to be watched,

that would be something special.

Yeah, well, still, I think he
should be back there in Missouri

attending to his duties.

Well, maybe he could be
on special assignment.

Did you bother to ask him that?

No.

After all, he's Marshal Dickson.

He must have authority
for whatever he's doing.

Just one more thing, Sheriff.

He ever show you a wanted poster
on this man Crothers?

No.

No, I can't say that he has.

Does that bother you?

Look, Yates...

I told you that whatever
Marshal Dickson says

is all right with me.

I'm not the one who has to go
after the man anyway.

No, but you are responsible
for protecting the man's life.

Are you trying to say

that your man is
in danger from Dickson?

Well, he tried to kill him
once before.

And maybe he had a reason.

He's a marshal after a criminal,

and that's good enough
reason for me.

Anything you want
that I can get?

No, nothing.

Oh, uh... you can tell
my drover out there

I'd like to talk to him.

I'll send him in.

Over there.

What do we do?

Not we... you.

You get that herd moving, see,
through Antelope Valley.

And leave you here?

Ah, don't worry.

They'll have to let me go

-as soon as the judge arrives.
- What if they don't?

I'll manage.

You just get that herd moving
through the valley.

I'll catch up to you.

Look, I don't want to do that,
Mr. Yates.

Look, I'd better round up the
boys and get you out of here.

And get everybody in trouble?

Look, uh,
they got no case on me.

As soon as Dickson leaves,
they're bound to let me go.

Now get moving.

Yes, sir.

♪♪

(faint groaning)

(man coughs)

Comanche...

COLBY:
Where?

Antelope Vall...

♪♪

(gunshot)

(gunshots)

(gunshots)

No, sir.

Absolutely not.

I will not go off
and leave Rowdy in jail.

That's what he ordered, Wish.

He's only thinking of the herd

and what's best for 'em,
that's all.

Well, then,
he isn't thinking so good.

Now, he never went off
and left us anywhere.

I'm not going off and leave him.

Wish, you'd rather we go after
Jed and bring him back?

Well, no,
that's not what I meant.

Then what?

Now, I told Rowdy we'd come down
and break him out.

But he said, no,
it'd just make more trouble.

QUINCE:
He's right, Wish.

They got no case against him.

There's no call to hold him
once Dickson leaves.

Then I'm going
to stay right here

until Dickson leaves
and Rowdy's out.

But the herd needs
more grass, Wish.

Well, they can do without
for a day or two.

They've had it too easy, lately.

-(hoof beats approaching)
- Well, look who's here.

WISHBONE: Hey, what are you
doing back here?

I'm glad you're still here.

That marshal around anywhere?

Nah, he's in town.

Good.

I figured you would have
started by now.

I'm glad you didn't.

You can't go through
Antelope Valley.

It's full of Comanches.

You're going to have
to turn the herd around

and take the regular trail.

You risked your neck
to come back and tell us that?

Well, sure.
I couldn't let you ride

right into those Comanches.

Well, we'd better get started.

Yeah, but you gotta
get out of here first.

We're not leaving right now.

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute,
what's going on here?

- Where's Rowdy?
- Rowdy?

Well, h-he'll be back directly.

Come on, now, where is he?

He's in jail.

In jail?

What for?

Well, it's nothing
to worry about.

Now, wait a minute.

Dickson took him in for
helping me get away, didn't he?

Now, take it easy, Jed.

They ain't got nothing on him
and can't prove a thing.

He'll be out in no time.

Sure, they're bound
to turn him loose

real soon, Jed, now come on.

Not if Dickson has
anything to say about it.

He's liable to be
in prison for years.

Impossible.

Anyway, it's not for you
to worry about.

We got ourselves
a plan all worked out, now.

And I'll bet I know what it is.

You plan on breaking him out,
isn't that right?

And maybe you'll all
have to go to prison.

No, it's nothing
like that at all.

Now you get out of here.

I'm going.

Rowdy was right.

WISHBONE:
What do you mean?

There's no running away.

I should have known that.

What are you going to do?

Something I should have
done before.

But , Jed...

This fight is between
Dickson and me.

And I'm going
to keep it that way.

I understand you're
looking for me, Dickson.

Get off that horse.

Now drop your gun.

Don't try anything, Crothers!

I'll take him into jail
if you want, Marshal.

No, I told you before, Sheriff,

I don't need any help.

Any man I've ever gone after,

I've brought in by myself.

SHERIFF:
Well, he came in of his

own free will
to give himself up.

Now, don't you think that...

DICKSON:
He's a wanted killer, Sheriff.

You stay out of it,
let me handle him.

COLBY:
What he's trying to say is,

he'd like you
to look the other way.

Just long enough
for him to gun me down.

SHERIFF:
Not in my town.

You giving yourself up, mister?

That's what I'm here for.

All right,
I'll take that gun belt.

Oh, just one thing more.

You made a mistake
about Yates in there.

You can't hold him because you
don't have a case against him

because I'll swear to it

that he never tried
to help me escape.

This changes things.

I'll put him in a cell

until I can arrange
for transportation.

SHERIFF: The stage east
goes out in three hours.

Now, what about Yates?

I don't care what
you do with him.

I've got the man I came for.

Hiya, Rowdy.

What are you doing here?

Just thought I'd like to take
a little trip to Missouri.

Well, that's dumb idea.

Yeah, isn't it?

Anyhow, you're wanted
back at the herd.

Let him out.

They had nothing on me.

No, you were just
one of his mistakes.

Yeah, well, I didn't need you
to correct it for me.

Maybe I just like to travel.

Well, you haven't traveled yet,
and you might not.

Just a minute, Marshal.

I'd like to see a wanted poster
on that man in there.

Why?
It's none of your business.

It is my business.

He happens to be
one of my top hands

and I don't believe
he's a murderer.

I don't care what you believe.

ROWDY:
Or is he wanted at all?

SHERIFF:
Now, wait a minute, Yates.

Why would the marshal
be here otherwise?

You know, I'd like to know that.

He made a mistake about me.

How do you know he hasn't
made a mistake about Jed?

In 25 years as a marshal,

I've never made a mistake
about a criminal.

Every man I went after
paid for his crimes.

Yeah, except one.

DICKSON:
Yes, except one.

And now I've got him.

Yeah. They were all guilty.

You never made a mistake
about one man.

How about the ones
that never reached trial,

never had a chance
to defend themselves?

Or maybe, uh, the ones
that were shot in the back.

That's enough, Yates.

Let him answer, Sheriff.

In 25 years, every man
I went after was guilty,

including this one.

Well, then,
show us a wanted poster.

By the way, how come
the sheriff here...

he never received one?

I don't have to answer to you,
Yates,

and I don't intend to.

But let me warn you again.

I'm taking him out
on the next stage east.

And you'd better not
try to stop me.

(sighs)

(sighs)

Tell me, Sheriff...

...doesn't it seem
kind of strange to you, hmm?

In your-your experience
as being a lawman,

every man you ever arrested
was guilty?

You never made a mistake?

No, I can't say that.

Yeah, I don't think anyone can.

I know that man in there.

And he swears
he's telling the truth,

that there's no charge on him.

Then he has nothing
to fear back there.

If he ever gets back there.

You're not seriously
suggesting...

Yes, I am seriously suggesting.

I don't think Dickson
has any intention

of getting him back there.

I think he plans to shoot him.

He tried it yesterday,
and he could have captured him.

If he takes him back
to Missouri,

he's gonna find there's
no charge waiting on him.

But why?

That's a good question.

I think the man is possessed by
some need to be proven right,

even if it's only to himself.

Well, there's one way
we can find out.

Yeah?

Telegraph Missouri.

Ask about this James Crothers.

Come on.

(blacksmith hammer clanging)

(clanging continues)

(door closes)

♪♪

(tapping key)

What time does the stage leave?

Take it easy.
We've got over two hours.

He's taking Jed away.

He's not even waiting
on that stage.

Why, sure. It's easier
to kill him this way.

We'd better go riding, too.

All right.
Better go tell Rowdy, though.

He'll never let us hold up
a man with a star.

Look, what he doesn't know
won't hurt him.

Now you come on.

(telegraph clicking)

There it is.

(clicking continues)

(clicking continues)

(clicking stops)

"James Crothers cleared
of charges. Not wanted.

"No new charges
or evidence known here.

"Never heard of Jed Colby.

"Hanson Dickson
retired as U.S. Marshal.

Present whereabouts unknown.”

Well, I guess
that about says it.

- Well?
- You were right.

It's a good thing
we didn't let him get away.

Come on. Let's get back.

Wonder where Quince
and Simon went?

I don't know.

Where's the prisoner?

Oh, Marshal Dickson came by
and got him.

They left on horses
maybe 15 minutes ago.

♪♪

Well, what are you waiting for,
Dickson?

Why don't you get it over with?

What's wrong with right here?

Oh, you want to get further away
from that sheriff, don't you?

You don't want anyone
coming after you.

You trying to force me
into making a move

before I'm ready, forget it.

You're wasting your time,
Crothers.

What if I decide not to go back
with you?

That's up to you,

because I'll take you back...

dead if I have to.

You got some special reason for
coming all this way after me?

Was Ed Carley some special
friend of yours?

I didn't even like him.

You got some special hate
for me?

Hardly knew you.

Was it because I rode
with the Cross X bunch?

Were you on the other side
of that feud?

I had no use for either side.

Then why?

Save your breath, Crothers,
while you can.

The name is Colby.
I only used Crothers

when I went to work
for the Cross X bunch.

Figured I might get
into some kind of trouble.

You did.

I asked you something. Why?

You wouldn't understand.

Why, Dickson?

All right, Crothers,
I'll tell you... once.

I've been a lawman
better than half my life.

Never made more than $40
in one month.

Never had a place or money
enough for a wife and kids.

I got a half-gimped leg
from taking in the Barlow gang

and a silver plug here for bone

where I let a drunk prisoner
pistol-club me once.

Just once.

25 years and odd as a lawman

and nothing better than that
to show for it.

Except for one thing.

Not one man I ever took in
got loose from me, not one.

Except for me, is that it?

That's it.

Not one except for you.

You were right, Dickson.

I wouldn't understand.

What are you gonna do
when you get back,

tell 'em I confessed
and then tried to run away,

and you had to shoot me?

Is that what
you're gonna tell them, Dickson?

I've got the confession
all written out.

And you're gonna sign it...

...before you die.

No. No, I'm not.

I've been told that
by suspects before,

and they ended up with their
names signed on confessions.

So will you.

Here they come.

You hold it right there.

One move and he's dead.

No, he'll shoot Jed. Come on.

♪♪

Hey, look.

They're holed up over there.

SHERIFF:
Dickson, come on out.

We know your prisoner's
not wanted.

Dickson!

Come on.

Why, Dickson?

Ask... him.

Perfect... record.

But I didn't kill Ed Carley.

Yes, you did.

No. No, you were wrong
from the first.

No...

(strained):
never wrong.

It was you.

And I...

almost...

got you!

(groans)

He died still believing
he was right.

Well, once he tried
to pin it on you,

he couldn't admit he was wrong.

I guess I owe you all
some thanks.

Forget it.

All right,
let's get him into town.

Right.

He's not the only one
who died here today.

Huh? Who?

James Crothers.

And I'm glad to be rid of him.

Oh, yeah.

I think we better get back
to the herd, don't you?