The Life and Legend of Wyatt Earp (1955–1961): Season 4, Episode 3 - The Bounty Killer - full transcript
A string of ambush murders in the Robber's Roost area forces Col. Benteen at Fort Lewis, Colorado to ask Earp for help. With Apaches threatening, he can't afford the time or men to investigate. He has received a letter from Elzie Rash asking for help so Earp starts there. After his wife reads a letter of introduction from Benteen, Rash trusts Earp. Earp noticed a man eying the Rash ranch when he arrived so he and Elzie leave to track him. After a few shots are traded, Elzie and his horse are slightly wounded. He takes the horses back for fresh ones and treatment while Earp continues on foot. They find another victim in his house and Earp meets the posse on the man's trail made up of outlaw ranchers. Earp has them keep the killer out of the lowlands while he and Elzie catch up and trade shoots again with the killer. Earp and the killer are both wounded but the killer leaves behind his saddle bags and a book with a hint as to who hired him. Earp decides to visit the rancher suspected named Moyer who ignores Earp. A trap set by Mrs. Rush kills the actual killer. Earp now faces the question of whether the outlaw posse will follow his orders or do things their way.
♪ Wyatt Earp, Wyatt Earp ♪
♪ Brave, courageous and bold ♪
♪ Long live his fame and long live his glory ♪
♪ And long may his story be told ♪
As Wyatt Earp's fame as a peace officer in Dodge City
spread across the western country
men remembered that he was also a Deputy U.S. Marshal.
Thus, when his old friend Colonel Benteen
of the 7th Cavalry at Fort Louis, Colorado,
found himself facing the problem of a mysterious killer
who shot only from ambush,
Colonel Benteen could think of but one solution.
Now this is Robber's Roost
on what they call the Outlaw Trail in Utah.
All the killings have been done in this area here.
Washington's ordered me to arrest the man.
But the Apaches are threatening a breakout and I...
Well, I just can't spare a detail right now, Wyatt.
That's why I almost begged you to come out here.
Hmm.
I know what you're thinking.
All the victims have been outlaws or rustlers.
Yes, sir.
Well, the rustlers own small cattle spreads,
and they call themselves small ranchers.
That's what the War Department calls them.
Well, even a rustler shouldn't be bushwhacked.
I knew you'd see it that way.
Now if something isn't done, Washington will order me
to take a full cavalry troop on a wild goose chase.
The Apaches would like nothing better.
Well, you're right, Colonel.
Uh...you have any lead to the killer?
Just one. A fella named Elzy Rash.
He's chairman of the group who squawked to the department.
Is he a cattle thief?
Ah, they all are.
But Rash knows the country and he's offered to act as guide.
I think you can trust him.
Well, I owe you this, Colonel.
You don't really.
But I'm glad you think so.
Now this killer's crazy as a coot.
You'll be dealing with a madman so cunning,
he can terrorize tough outlaws.
Watch yourself.
Thank you, sir.
♪ The thief and the robber who live outside the law ♪
♪ Dark are the deeds they've done ♪
♪ But black as a pit and the pallest of them all ♪
♪ Is a coward who wears a money gun ♪
Hold it!
Keep your hands away from them guns.
Johnny Law, huh?
Anybody can steal a star.
I got a note for you, Mr. Rash.
From Colonel Benteen.
Emma!
Emma!
My wife, she can read.
Here's a letter. Read it.
He looks like a Johnny Law, Elzy.
"Fort Louis", it says.
"Dear Mr. Rash,
"This will introduce United States Marshal Wyatt Earp
"of Dodge City.
"Render him all possible assistance.
"Frederick Benteen, Colonel."
Elzy, put down that rifle and mind your manners!
Well, sure. Excuse me, Mr. Earp.
I reckon I'm spooked!
Oh, everybody's spooked!
Welcome, Marshal. Supper's almost ready.
Thank you.
Well, go ahead. I'll water your horse.
Well, thank you kindly.
So, we figure the man was hired to do it, Marshal.
Oh, an outlaw with a grudge will dry gulch one or two.
But this feller works for the wholesale!
How many is it now, Elzy?
Nine!
So far as we found.
You got any idea who hired him?
Why the big cattlemen, of course!
They got a grudge against us folks.
We round up a few mavericks now and then, sure!
I won't lie to you.
Boys run off a few head, use a hair-brushin' iron.
All right, Mr. Rash. Let's go.
At night?
Day and night. The fella's got to sleep sometime.
The Marshal's right!
Elzy, move out!
I'm sleepy right now!
Here, Mr. Rash.
You take one of these.
A pill?
What for?
That pill is about equal to 10 cups of coffee.
I've chased hoodlums for about 3 days and 3 nights
without a wink of sleep.
Here, take it.
Oh, Emma!
Take it!
How about you, Mrs. Rash?
Don't you have some neighbors that you can stay with?
There's plenty of guns right here, and I can use 'em!
I ain't never worry about Emma,
but we ain't likely to pick up no trail in the dark.
Well, I saw a man on horseback when I rode up.
Huh?
Where?
Right in back of your house.
He rode off when I came in.
Well, no wonder you could take Blackie Saunders!
Now you do like Mr. Earp says.
And don't come home without him!
She means if you get it, I get it.
Mighty lovin' gal, Emma.
Now Mr. Earp, Elzy's a good man in a fight.
He just needs leadin' into it.
Well, we'll be careful, Mrs. Rash.
♪ He lurks in the shadows with ever-deadly aim ♪
♪ Ready to shoot and run ♪
♪ And Satan himself could not bear the guilty shame ♪
♪ Of the coward who wears the money gun ♪
Well, his horse is tired. Stumbling a lot.
You know of any trail higher up?
I never heard of one.
Well, we'll just keep moseying along.
Following the trail.
♪ For the money gun kills when your back is turned ♪
♪ And the money gun kills 'til its pay is earned ♪
♪ Any day any night there's no way you can fight ♪
♪ The money gun ♪
How bad?
Oh, I'll be all right.
But he got my horse, too.
Here, you take my horse.
You go on home and patch that arm.
Come back with another horse.
What'll you be doin'?
I'm going to trail him.
Here.
I'll leave you Marcus.
Try and get back by sun-up.
Well, I'll do the best I can.
Take it easy, boy.
How's your arm?
Oh, Mrs. doctored it.
Burns right smart.
Well, he headed down there.
I figure he's got about 2 hours on us.
Well, now, why would he go down into the valley?
Nothin' down there but Old Man Glassford's place,
and bad water.
Mr. Glassford steal cattle?
Steal?
Hmm! Once in a while, sure.
Here, hold this.
Just keep on the trail. Go ahead.
♪ For the money gun kills ♪
♪ When your back is turned ♪
♪ And the money gun kills ♪
♪ 'Til its pay is earned ♪
♪ Any day, any night ♪
♪ There's no way you can fight ♪
♪ The money gun ♪
♪ The money gun ♪
♪ The money gun ♪
How long you think the old man's been dead?
Oh, about an hour.
At least we're gaining on him.
Well, oughtn't we to bury him?
Later.
You're riding with the law, Elzy?
This is Marshal Wyatt Earp from Dodge.
Yeah?
Colonel Benteen send him
after the man we want.
Got here too late for Old Man Glassford.
You always this late, Johnny Law?
Not always.
He's the man that took Blackie Saunders.
What you men been doing? Airing your ponies?
Mister, we've been hunting that skunk steady for a month.
The boys'll tell you, we ain't only ones after him.
Sure.
Do me a favor, will you?
Just this one time.
Ride your boys back up into them hills.
Raise dust along that side of the valley.
If we can keep him down in the flats,
Mr. Rash and I can run him down.
You vouchin' for the Marshal, Elzy?
I sure am.
Boys, Mr. Earp wants us
to keep that dry gulcher out of them hills.
Come on, let's ride.
Come on! Git!
Do you think he stopped at the water hole?
Just a hunch.
But I don't agree with you about leaving the horses.
Halt!
Get him!
I hit him at least once.
I shouldn't have yelled a warning.
Force of habit, I guess.
We can track him by the blood now.
Let's see how bad you're hit.
Just scraped a rib a little bit.
Look, he left his saddle bag.
Let me look...
Hey, he is a methodical man. Look.
He keeps a list of his killings.
Notebook... Mitch Moyer's name on the front cover.
Emma always said it was Moyer!
"Stuber, Glassford, Rash..."
Say, that's me!
Say, I'm next after Old Man Glassford.
Yeah. We better make a fast ride back to your place.
But he's hit! Why don't we run him down now?
Mr. Rash, I can't risk getting your wife hurt.
Oh, Emma can shoot as good as me!
You Johnny Laws!
If you hadn't yelled, we coulda cut him down.
Now you're worried about Emma!
Look, I can't shoot a man without warning him.
And I can't take a chance on getting your wife hurt. Come on.
You're the boss, I said.
Don't be such a baby!
It ain't nothin' but bear grease and balsam of Peru.
Thanks, Ma'am.
Which trail to Moyer's place?
You ain't aimin' we should go there tonight?
No. Me.
I want you to look after Mrs. Rash.
Ain't no need of that!
I set 3 catamount traps and another one loaded for bear.
Emma's too spunky for her own good.
Say, I just thought of something.
If Callum heads this way with the boys, what will I advise?
Callum?
He was the man leading the posse
we met at Old Man Glassford's.
Emma, the dry gulcher killed Glassford.
Oh, may the good Lord have mercy on his poor wicked soul.
Well, Glassford, I mean.
You tell Callum and the boys to head for Moyer's place, hmm?
Well, I...
They'll go, Marshal.
You can depend on it.
Good, 'cause I may need 'em.
♪ This gun is for hire ♪
♪ 'Tis evil merchandise ♪
♪ For sale to anyone ♪
♪ And death can be bought for a special bargain price ♪
♪ From the coward who wears the money gun ♪
♪ Any day, any night ♪
♪ There's no way you can fight ♪
♪ The money gun ♪
♪ The money gun ♪
♪ They money gun ♪
Who are you, mister?
My name's Earp. Wyatt Earp.
United States Deputy Marshal.
What's your business?
I want to see Mr. Moyer.
It's important.
The boss is sound asleep.
Why don't you come back tomorrow?
No.
You tell Mr. Moyer that I want him to explain something.
Right now.
There may be a warrant for murder.
You're barking up the wrong tree, mister.
All right, I'll get him up myself.
Elzy! It's way past bed-time!
Why ain't you asleep?
I can't sleep.
That pill Earp give me.
It's him, all right.
The bear trap got him.
Yup! The bear trap got him!
Is the varmint dead?
Doctor...
Get me a doctor!
You tell us who hired you or we won't get no doctor.
Say who. Say who!
Moyer.
Oh...
Mitch Moyer.
He sa...
You won't need no doctor.
What does that notebook prove?
I give 'em to all my round-up hands who have a cattle count.
Could have been lost, or somebody stole it.
Yes, sir. It sure could have been.
The names in that book, I know 'em all.
Hoodlums and cattle-thiefs, every last one of them!
They were executed without trial, Mr. Moyer.
Cut down from ambush.
That makes me very sad.
Who are you feeling sorry for, Earp?
The Robber's Roost gang
have been stealing from us ranchers for years.
We've appealed the sheriffs and United States Marshals,
and not one single Johnny Law's had sand enough
to move against them roosters!
Well, murder is still murder, Mr. Moyer.
But, you say you had nothing to do with this, huh?
I resent these questions, Earp.
I'm a respectable rancher!
Well, I still haven't caught the man that was hired.
I don't like your attitude.
I think you better get off my property!
Johnny Law bothering you, Mr. Moyer?
Yes, he is, Kendall.
I want him put off my property and I want him kept off!
Yes, sir.
You know, you better be certain
you had no hand in this, Mr. Moyer.
Oh, you'll be back with a posse, hmm?
I think so.
Emma got him with a bear gun. He's in the wagon.
You sure that's the man?
Said Mitch Moyer hired him. Me and Emma was both witnesses.
We won't be needing you, Marshal.
We can settle it with Moyer.
Mr. Callum, Mr. Rash,
I think you're making a mistake.
You keep out of it, Johnny Law.
In the showdown, you'd be on Moyer's side.
Well, I have the authority to deputize all you men.
Us? Johnny Laws?
To arrest Moyer, yes.
But if you go down there to kill him,
it'll be the big cattlemen's turn.
For what?
Squawkin' to the government.
They'll send in soldiers.
Cavalry that should be watching the Apaches.
The Marshal's right.
Moyer ain't gonna let nobody arrest him, Mr. Earp.
Oh, there'd be a fight all right.
But all I'm asking you men to do
is to wound those cattlemen and not kill 'em.
Now you're all good enough with a gun that you can do that.
You give me your word, and I'll deputize you.
But if you want a turkey shoot,
you do it your way, but you suffer the consequences.
Elzy! Jeb!
All right, Mr. Earp. We'll do it your way.
We'll just wing 'em.
All right.
You're all deputized.
Hey, Boss! Boss!
Now what?
Them Rooster men, a dozen of 'em.
They got Bill Hicks dead in the wagon,
headed straight for here.
That Johnny Law with 'em?
I don't know, Mr. Moyer.
You'd better round up all hands.
Yes, sir!
All right, I'm going to ride in there
and tell Moyer he's arrested.
If he wants to fight, let him commence it.
Understand?
That's far enough!
You're under arrest, Mr. Moyer.
No, I'm not.
You mean me and my deputies are going to have to take you?
That's right.
Well, don't try shooting me in the back.
Or you'll be cut down.
Hold it.
We can whip Earp and his riff-raff in a shoot-out.
Go tell the boys.
Mr. Callum, you and two of your men follow me on horseback!
The rest of you men spread out. Surround 'em!
Mr. Rash, you come with me. Let's go!
Just wing 'em!
Cover me!
We got to get out of here! They shoot too good!
No!
Hold it!
Mr. Rash,
tell Mr. Callum to stop fighting.
Jeb!
Jeb, hold your fire! It's all over!
Will you stop shootin'?!
Mr. Moyer, you're coming to Fort Louis with me.
You'll have a fight on your hands every 3 miles of the way
when the other outfits get together.
No fightin'.
Unless you agree, I'll turn you over to Jeb Callum.
I've surrendered to Marshal Earp.
Too bad. I'd sure hate to miss your hanging.
Come on, Mr. Moyer.
A federal jury will give Moyer at least 5 years.
It'll establish the rule
that you can't bushwhack even rustlers without paying for it.
Thank you, Marshal. Good luck.
Good luck to you, Colonel.
If the Apaches cut loose, you may need it.
♪ ...the end of the trail for the money gun ♪
♪ Well, he cleaned up the country ♪
♪ The old Wild West country ♪
♪ He made law and order prevail ♪
♪ And none can deny it ♪
♪ The legend of Wyatt ♪
♪ Forever will live on the trail ♪
♪ Oh, Wyatt Earp, Wyatt Earp ♪
♪ Brave, courageous and bold ♪
♪ Long live his fame and long live his glory ♪
♪ And long may his story be told ♪
♪ Long may his story ♪
♪ Be told ♪
♪ Brave, courageous and bold ♪
♪ Long live his fame and long live his glory ♪
♪ And long may his story be told ♪
As Wyatt Earp's fame as a peace officer in Dodge City
spread across the western country
men remembered that he was also a Deputy U.S. Marshal.
Thus, when his old friend Colonel Benteen
of the 7th Cavalry at Fort Louis, Colorado,
found himself facing the problem of a mysterious killer
who shot only from ambush,
Colonel Benteen could think of but one solution.
Now this is Robber's Roost
on what they call the Outlaw Trail in Utah.
All the killings have been done in this area here.
Washington's ordered me to arrest the man.
But the Apaches are threatening a breakout and I...
Well, I just can't spare a detail right now, Wyatt.
That's why I almost begged you to come out here.
Hmm.
I know what you're thinking.
All the victims have been outlaws or rustlers.
Yes, sir.
Well, the rustlers own small cattle spreads,
and they call themselves small ranchers.
That's what the War Department calls them.
Well, even a rustler shouldn't be bushwhacked.
I knew you'd see it that way.
Now if something isn't done, Washington will order me
to take a full cavalry troop on a wild goose chase.
The Apaches would like nothing better.
Well, you're right, Colonel.
Uh...you have any lead to the killer?
Just one. A fella named Elzy Rash.
He's chairman of the group who squawked to the department.
Is he a cattle thief?
Ah, they all are.
But Rash knows the country and he's offered to act as guide.
I think you can trust him.
Well, I owe you this, Colonel.
You don't really.
But I'm glad you think so.
Now this killer's crazy as a coot.
You'll be dealing with a madman so cunning,
he can terrorize tough outlaws.
Watch yourself.
Thank you, sir.
♪ The thief and the robber who live outside the law ♪
♪ Dark are the deeds they've done ♪
♪ But black as a pit and the pallest of them all ♪
♪ Is a coward who wears a money gun ♪
Hold it!
Keep your hands away from them guns.
Johnny Law, huh?
Anybody can steal a star.
I got a note for you, Mr. Rash.
From Colonel Benteen.
Emma!
Emma!
My wife, she can read.
Here's a letter. Read it.
He looks like a Johnny Law, Elzy.
"Fort Louis", it says.
"Dear Mr. Rash,
"This will introduce United States Marshal Wyatt Earp
"of Dodge City.
"Render him all possible assistance.
"Frederick Benteen, Colonel."
Elzy, put down that rifle and mind your manners!
Well, sure. Excuse me, Mr. Earp.
I reckon I'm spooked!
Oh, everybody's spooked!
Welcome, Marshal. Supper's almost ready.
Thank you.
Well, go ahead. I'll water your horse.
Well, thank you kindly.
So, we figure the man was hired to do it, Marshal.
Oh, an outlaw with a grudge will dry gulch one or two.
But this feller works for the wholesale!
How many is it now, Elzy?
Nine!
So far as we found.
You got any idea who hired him?
Why the big cattlemen, of course!
They got a grudge against us folks.
We round up a few mavericks now and then, sure!
I won't lie to you.
Boys run off a few head, use a hair-brushin' iron.
All right, Mr. Rash. Let's go.
At night?
Day and night. The fella's got to sleep sometime.
The Marshal's right!
Elzy, move out!
I'm sleepy right now!
Here, Mr. Rash.
You take one of these.
A pill?
What for?
That pill is about equal to 10 cups of coffee.
I've chased hoodlums for about 3 days and 3 nights
without a wink of sleep.
Here, take it.
Oh, Emma!
Take it!
How about you, Mrs. Rash?
Don't you have some neighbors that you can stay with?
There's plenty of guns right here, and I can use 'em!
I ain't never worry about Emma,
but we ain't likely to pick up no trail in the dark.
Well, I saw a man on horseback when I rode up.
Huh?
Where?
Right in back of your house.
He rode off when I came in.
Well, no wonder you could take Blackie Saunders!
Now you do like Mr. Earp says.
And don't come home without him!
She means if you get it, I get it.
Mighty lovin' gal, Emma.
Now Mr. Earp, Elzy's a good man in a fight.
He just needs leadin' into it.
Well, we'll be careful, Mrs. Rash.
♪ He lurks in the shadows with ever-deadly aim ♪
♪ Ready to shoot and run ♪
♪ And Satan himself could not bear the guilty shame ♪
♪ Of the coward who wears the money gun ♪
Well, his horse is tired. Stumbling a lot.
You know of any trail higher up?
I never heard of one.
Well, we'll just keep moseying along.
Following the trail.
♪ For the money gun kills when your back is turned ♪
♪ And the money gun kills 'til its pay is earned ♪
♪ Any day any night there's no way you can fight ♪
♪ The money gun ♪
How bad?
Oh, I'll be all right.
But he got my horse, too.
Here, you take my horse.
You go on home and patch that arm.
Come back with another horse.
What'll you be doin'?
I'm going to trail him.
Here.
I'll leave you Marcus.
Try and get back by sun-up.
Well, I'll do the best I can.
Take it easy, boy.
How's your arm?
Oh, Mrs. doctored it.
Burns right smart.
Well, he headed down there.
I figure he's got about 2 hours on us.
Well, now, why would he go down into the valley?
Nothin' down there but Old Man Glassford's place,
and bad water.
Mr. Glassford steal cattle?
Steal?
Hmm! Once in a while, sure.
Here, hold this.
Just keep on the trail. Go ahead.
♪ For the money gun kills ♪
♪ When your back is turned ♪
♪ And the money gun kills ♪
♪ 'Til its pay is earned ♪
♪ Any day, any night ♪
♪ There's no way you can fight ♪
♪ The money gun ♪
♪ The money gun ♪
♪ The money gun ♪
How long you think the old man's been dead?
Oh, about an hour.
At least we're gaining on him.
Well, oughtn't we to bury him?
Later.
You're riding with the law, Elzy?
This is Marshal Wyatt Earp from Dodge.
Yeah?
Colonel Benteen send him
after the man we want.
Got here too late for Old Man Glassford.
You always this late, Johnny Law?
Not always.
He's the man that took Blackie Saunders.
What you men been doing? Airing your ponies?
Mister, we've been hunting that skunk steady for a month.
The boys'll tell you, we ain't only ones after him.
Sure.
Do me a favor, will you?
Just this one time.
Ride your boys back up into them hills.
Raise dust along that side of the valley.
If we can keep him down in the flats,
Mr. Rash and I can run him down.
You vouchin' for the Marshal, Elzy?
I sure am.
Boys, Mr. Earp wants us
to keep that dry gulcher out of them hills.
Come on, let's ride.
Come on! Git!
Do you think he stopped at the water hole?
Just a hunch.
But I don't agree with you about leaving the horses.
Halt!
Get him!
I hit him at least once.
I shouldn't have yelled a warning.
Force of habit, I guess.
We can track him by the blood now.
Let's see how bad you're hit.
Just scraped a rib a little bit.
Look, he left his saddle bag.
Let me look...
Hey, he is a methodical man. Look.
He keeps a list of his killings.
Notebook... Mitch Moyer's name on the front cover.
Emma always said it was Moyer!
"Stuber, Glassford, Rash..."
Say, that's me!
Say, I'm next after Old Man Glassford.
Yeah. We better make a fast ride back to your place.
But he's hit! Why don't we run him down now?
Mr. Rash, I can't risk getting your wife hurt.
Oh, Emma can shoot as good as me!
You Johnny Laws!
If you hadn't yelled, we coulda cut him down.
Now you're worried about Emma!
Look, I can't shoot a man without warning him.
And I can't take a chance on getting your wife hurt. Come on.
You're the boss, I said.
Don't be such a baby!
It ain't nothin' but bear grease and balsam of Peru.
Thanks, Ma'am.
Which trail to Moyer's place?
You ain't aimin' we should go there tonight?
No. Me.
I want you to look after Mrs. Rash.
Ain't no need of that!
I set 3 catamount traps and another one loaded for bear.
Emma's too spunky for her own good.
Say, I just thought of something.
If Callum heads this way with the boys, what will I advise?
Callum?
He was the man leading the posse
we met at Old Man Glassford's.
Emma, the dry gulcher killed Glassford.
Oh, may the good Lord have mercy on his poor wicked soul.
Well, Glassford, I mean.
You tell Callum and the boys to head for Moyer's place, hmm?
Well, I...
They'll go, Marshal.
You can depend on it.
Good, 'cause I may need 'em.
♪ This gun is for hire ♪
♪ 'Tis evil merchandise ♪
♪ For sale to anyone ♪
♪ And death can be bought for a special bargain price ♪
♪ From the coward who wears the money gun ♪
♪ Any day, any night ♪
♪ There's no way you can fight ♪
♪ The money gun ♪
♪ The money gun ♪
♪ They money gun ♪
Who are you, mister?
My name's Earp. Wyatt Earp.
United States Deputy Marshal.
What's your business?
I want to see Mr. Moyer.
It's important.
The boss is sound asleep.
Why don't you come back tomorrow?
No.
You tell Mr. Moyer that I want him to explain something.
Right now.
There may be a warrant for murder.
You're barking up the wrong tree, mister.
All right, I'll get him up myself.
Elzy! It's way past bed-time!
Why ain't you asleep?
I can't sleep.
That pill Earp give me.
It's him, all right.
The bear trap got him.
Yup! The bear trap got him!
Is the varmint dead?
Doctor...
Get me a doctor!
You tell us who hired you or we won't get no doctor.
Say who. Say who!
Moyer.
Oh...
Mitch Moyer.
He sa...
You won't need no doctor.
What does that notebook prove?
I give 'em to all my round-up hands who have a cattle count.
Could have been lost, or somebody stole it.
Yes, sir. It sure could have been.
The names in that book, I know 'em all.
Hoodlums and cattle-thiefs, every last one of them!
They were executed without trial, Mr. Moyer.
Cut down from ambush.
That makes me very sad.
Who are you feeling sorry for, Earp?
The Robber's Roost gang
have been stealing from us ranchers for years.
We've appealed the sheriffs and United States Marshals,
and not one single Johnny Law's had sand enough
to move against them roosters!
Well, murder is still murder, Mr. Moyer.
But, you say you had nothing to do with this, huh?
I resent these questions, Earp.
I'm a respectable rancher!
Well, I still haven't caught the man that was hired.
I don't like your attitude.
I think you better get off my property!
Johnny Law bothering you, Mr. Moyer?
Yes, he is, Kendall.
I want him put off my property and I want him kept off!
Yes, sir.
You know, you better be certain
you had no hand in this, Mr. Moyer.
Oh, you'll be back with a posse, hmm?
I think so.
Emma got him with a bear gun. He's in the wagon.
You sure that's the man?
Said Mitch Moyer hired him. Me and Emma was both witnesses.
We won't be needing you, Marshal.
We can settle it with Moyer.
Mr. Callum, Mr. Rash,
I think you're making a mistake.
You keep out of it, Johnny Law.
In the showdown, you'd be on Moyer's side.
Well, I have the authority to deputize all you men.
Us? Johnny Laws?
To arrest Moyer, yes.
But if you go down there to kill him,
it'll be the big cattlemen's turn.
For what?
Squawkin' to the government.
They'll send in soldiers.
Cavalry that should be watching the Apaches.
The Marshal's right.
Moyer ain't gonna let nobody arrest him, Mr. Earp.
Oh, there'd be a fight all right.
But all I'm asking you men to do
is to wound those cattlemen and not kill 'em.
Now you're all good enough with a gun that you can do that.
You give me your word, and I'll deputize you.
But if you want a turkey shoot,
you do it your way, but you suffer the consequences.
Elzy! Jeb!
All right, Mr. Earp. We'll do it your way.
We'll just wing 'em.
All right.
You're all deputized.
Hey, Boss! Boss!
Now what?
Them Rooster men, a dozen of 'em.
They got Bill Hicks dead in the wagon,
headed straight for here.
That Johnny Law with 'em?
I don't know, Mr. Moyer.
You'd better round up all hands.
Yes, sir!
All right, I'm going to ride in there
and tell Moyer he's arrested.
If he wants to fight, let him commence it.
Understand?
That's far enough!
You're under arrest, Mr. Moyer.
No, I'm not.
You mean me and my deputies are going to have to take you?
That's right.
Well, don't try shooting me in the back.
Or you'll be cut down.
Hold it.
We can whip Earp and his riff-raff in a shoot-out.
Go tell the boys.
Mr. Callum, you and two of your men follow me on horseback!
The rest of you men spread out. Surround 'em!
Mr. Rash, you come with me. Let's go!
Just wing 'em!
Cover me!
We got to get out of here! They shoot too good!
No!
Hold it!
Mr. Rash,
tell Mr. Callum to stop fighting.
Jeb!
Jeb, hold your fire! It's all over!
Will you stop shootin'?!
Mr. Moyer, you're coming to Fort Louis with me.
You'll have a fight on your hands every 3 miles of the way
when the other outfits get together.
No fightin'.
Unless you agree, I'll turn you over to Jeb Callum.
I've surrendered to Marshal Earp.
Too bad. I'd sure hate to miss your hanging.
Come on, Mr. Moyer.
A federal jury will give Moyer at least 5 years.
It'll establish the rule
that you can't bushwhack even rustlers without paying for it.
Thank you, Marshal. Good luck.
Good luck to you, Colonel.
If the Apaches cut loose, you may need it.
♪ ...the end of the trail for the money gun ♪
♪ Well, he cleaned up the country ♪
♪ The old Wild West country ♪
♪ He made law and order prevail ♪
♪ And none can deny it ♪
♪ The legend of Wyatt ♪
♪ Forever will live on the trail ♪
♪ Oh, Wyatt Earp, Wyatt Earp ♪
♪ Brave, courageous and bold ♪
♪ Long live his fame and long live his glory ♪
♪ And long may his story be told ♪
♪ Long may his story ♪
♪ Be told ♪