Walker, Texas Ranger (1993–2001): Season 3, Episode 4 - Mustangs - full transcript
Is Miss Cahill there yet?
No, sir. No, sir,
she isn't here.
Let me ask you something, sir.
Are you the same fella
that's been calling in here
about every 15 minutes for her?
Well, she still
ain't here. No, sir.
Wait a minute. You're
in luck. She just came in.
How was the show tonight?
It was brilliant.
Some yahoo's on the phone here.
He won't leave his
name or number.
How did he know I was here?
Well, your secretary
said you'd be here
after the stage play.
How come you didn't
take her to the play?
I don't know, C.D.
There's something about watching
two guys battling each other
with swords, and then
bursting into a song.
I don't know.
And wearin'
long-handled drawers.
Yeah, that too.
Name's Hank Sweet.
Thelma Beck told me to
call you. We's good friends.
She said you'd help.
Thelma? How is she?
I have no time for that now.
I got something
important I wanna give you.
I'll meet you outside that
waterspout building
on, uh... On Field Street.
How soon can you get here?
How about a half an hour?
Sooner if you can. Please, lady.
I gotta go now.
What was that all about?
A friend of a friend, I think.
It sounded like
he was in trouble.
Feel like taking a ride?
Let's go.
See anyone?
Well, it'd be a lot easier
if I knew who we
were looking for.
What's going on over there?
You gotta save the horses.
Hank Sweet.
You found your man.
You know, I was thinking.
All I could see were pictures
of horses and that tape.
Audio tape?
I think so.
It all happened so fast.
Well, one thing
we know for sure,
whatever's going
down involves horses.
Did he mention
anything on the phone?
Just to have Thelma
Beck call me, that's it.
Thelma Beck.
That name sounds familiar.
You remember her.
She was all over the
news a couple of years ago.
They call her the Mustang Lady.
Oh, yeah, yeah, I remember her.
More coffee?
No, I should go.
I could whip us up
some eggs or... whatever.
No, I... I gotta go.
You're sure?
I'd better go.
Don't forget your gun.
What?
Oh, yeah, yeah.
Hank didn't have no family.
I'll take care of the burying
and saying the words.
Darn fool.
Always worried about
me getting myself killed,
and now look at him.
Dead and gone.
Do you have any idea
who could have done this?
No, he didn't have no enemies.
Everyone liked old Hank.
And he didn't mention
the envelope to you?
Thelma, why did
you have him call me?
He came over to my place
yesterday, all agitated.
Said he was onto
something real terrible.
He knew I had connections,
because of my protesting
for the mustangs.
I asked him what it was
about, he wouldn't tell me.
Do you know why not?
He didn't want me
to get mixed up in it.
Hank said knowing me,
I'd just go off half-cocked
and get myself hurt.
"Better to go the
legal way," he said.
Through Alex.
Alex did all the work for my
Save the Mustangs Committee.
I know she cares about this.
I knew she'd do
right by old Hank.
Can we get out of here?
This place makes my skin crawl.
Hank Sweet must have been
onto something really important
to get himself killed over it.
Maybe someone was thinking we...
We all went to
sleep or something
and they're gonna have
another go at the mustangs.
Hank was trying to stop it.
We'll find out
who did it, Thelma.
That's a promise.
I just hope you find them
before they hurt those horses
Hank was worried about.
We'll do our best, Thelma.
I hope that's good
enough, Mr. Ranger.
Do you have any
idea what Hank Sweet
could have been involved
in to get himself killed over?
No. I wish I could be more help.
I was sure sorry to
hear about old Hank.
He was one good man.
He was working with a Thelma
Beck. Do you know who she is?
Oh, I know Thelma Beck
like I know my own arthritis.
Still, you can't help
but admire her and that
Save the Wild
Mustang gang of hers.
You know, about 95 percent
of all the wild mustangs
are still running up here
on the federal lease lands.
Under your protection?
Oh, yes, sirree, and we
enforce it too, right to the letter.
What about the
other five percent?
Well, now the
only herd I know of
still running on private
land is the Santana bunch.
Now don't ask me who
named a nightmare stallion that,
but that's what we all call him.
Yeah, Santana.
I've heard stories
about that stallion.
Yeah, and they're
true, and then some.
Now he's out running around with
two or maybe three dozen mares,
between the federal lease
land and the Circle Bar T Ranch.
Do you have any idea where
Hank Sweet's ranch is located?
Right over here.
Oh, yes, sir, he's
got about 200 acres
of old flat scrub brush
land right along in here.
Right next to the Travis ranch.
Yeah.
Okay, thanks.
Thank you.
Hyah!
Quite a ranch.
Man, will you look at this?
What did you expect in the
middle of 5000 acres, a shack?
I'm telling you, we're
wasting our time.
These guys own the world.
What are they gonna gain
by knocking off a few stallion?
I don't know. Let's go ask them.
Can I help you gents?
Yeah.
I'm Ranger Walker,
this is Ranger Trivette.
We'd like to talk to the
owner of this spread.
I'm Mitch Travis.
What can I do for you?
Travis.
You own this place?
Yes, sir, me and my brother.
Do you know a man
named Hank Sweet?
Hank? Sure, he's our neighbor.
Well, he was killed
last night. Murdered.
Murdered?
Oh, dear God.
Yeah, he was concerned about
someone hurting some horses.
Do you know anything about that?
No. What horses?
Possibly the Santana bunch.
They roam between the lease
land and your property, right?
Uh, yes, sir, that's
right. They do.
You complained about
them to the BLM, didn't you?
Uh, yes, sir.
Those mustangs can
be a real pain in the butt,
uh, especially in the winter,
when our cattle are up
to their bellies in snow
and we gotta drop feed in.
Well, that darn Santana,
he... He drives them away
the hay so he can
get his own mares to it.
We thought about shooting
that old son of a gun, but,
my dad would roll
over in his grave
if we ever did
something like that.
So you don't think Hank
Sweet was concerned
about the Santana bunch?
I don't know why he would be.
Think he was onto any
renegade meatpackers?
Not that I know of, sir, no.
Okay, thanks for your time.
No problem.
What's a renegade meatpacker?
Well, these are guys that
come in these refrigerated trucks
with machine guns
and chain saws.
They hit quick and get out.
You're kidding.
I wish I was.
Mitch.
What did they want?
Hank Sweet is dead. Murdered.
That's too bad.
Hank was a good guy.
I sure hope we had
nothing to do with that.
Of course we didn't.
What kind of
thing is that to say?
They were asking questions
about Santana's herd.
I think we ought to back off.
All that means is that we
have to move a little faster.
Call the packers, get the
shooters here this afternoon.
This is wrong, Ned, when
I think about how Dad
would probably respond
to something like this.
Dad is dead, Mitch.
It's time you face that fact.
These are different times.
Well, I hate this.
Now we got Rangers
around here asking questions?
I don't like it, either.
But Rangers or not,
there's no way I'm gonna let
$800 worth of dog-meat mustang
blow a $20 million deal.
I'm gonna drop
you off at the office.
See what you can dig
up on the Travis boys
and the Circle T Ranch.
I still think we're baying
at the moon, partner.
Wouldn't be the first time.
You know, when we were
talking to that young Travis boy,
he seemed sincerely surprised
when we mentioned about
the death of old man Sweet.
But when we started
talking about the mustangs,
there was something in his eyes.
Like what?
I'm not sure,
but there was
someone watching us
behind the curtains
in the ranch house.
Why don't you get
with Alex, fill her in,
see what you guys
can come up with.
All right.
Where you gonna be at?
Just noseying around.
Gotta give Dr. Rossi credit.
This new feed's sending
them out even fatter.
Call me when he can
fatten prices at market.
I'm nervous about that
kid brother of yours, Ned.
He doesn't seem to be
quite with this program.
Mitch will be fine. What
are you doing here?
You seemed uptight on the phone.
After what happened
to Hank Sweet?
Yeah, I'm a little uptight.
What do you want?
Just to give you a
little peace of mind.
You know, I was thinking,
you had a point worrying
if Hank Sweet had anything
more to show that lady D.A.
Well, if he did,
it'd be at his place.
I mean, Hank wasn't exactly
your, uh, safe-deposit-box
kind of guy.
So there's gonna
be a little fire
out that way in
maybe, oh, a half hour.
I don't wanna hear this, Corbin.
Okay, okay, your
hands are clean.
For what you're paying,
I'm the invisible man.
Hi there, old girl.
How are you, huh?
Are you waiting for your master?
Well, you gotta be hungry.
Come on, let's see what
we can find you to eat, okay?
Come on.
Okay, girl, I haven't forgotten.
Let's get you fed.
Well, no sense
letting this go to waste.
It beats dog food,
doesn't it, huh?
You happy? Yeah.
Yeah, I hear them.
It's that damned Ranger again.
So... why is it every time
you invite me to lunch,
I end up telling you
things I shouldn't, hmm?
Because I take you
to the nicest places,
and I pick up the check.
Well, that's fair then.
I've tried every
source that I know,
and I'm getting
stonewalled at every turn.
Ahhh. So this is probably where
I have to say
everything's off the record.
Probably.
Go on.
I've been looking into
some big land deals,
and I came across a proposed
interstate spur known as I-76A,
except nobody will
admit that it exists.
Come on, you're a member of the
Planning Commission. What gives?
Where did you hear about this?
Sources.
For I-76 to go through,
there would have
to be a right of way
through Circle Bar T Ranch.
Right.
Well, that would be a
disaster for the cattle ranch.
I mean, it's the last
thing that they'd want.
But if they propose
to develop that land...
Right, again. The
value would skyrocket.
Don't dance with
me on this, Kyle.
I think this highway
is tied up in a murder.
Corbin, we can't kill a Ranger.
Can you do life
without possibility?
Man, let's just keep on going.
Corbin's right. I've done
time and I'm not doing more.
Oh, this is crazy.
Hey, I'm hurt. I'm hurt.
Ah, you're okay. Just a crease.
You're under arrest for
the murder of Hank Sweet.
I didn't kill Sweet.
Then who did?
I can't tell you.
Then you're going down for it.
Auugh! Okay, okay.
Cor... Corbin killed him.
Keep talking.
They're gonna kill
all the mustangs.
This afternoon it's
supposed to go down.
You got him.
Let's just get the
hell out of here.
If he's not dead,
he's gonna be fighting
off buzzards until he is.
It's gonna be a long walk back.
Well, you must be Santana.
Well, your mares have gotta
be somewhere real close, huh?
I hope you don't mind
me borrowing one.
Oh, hell.
Hey, counselor.
I just got a look at
the Travis brothers'
father's will in probate. Yeah?
There's a provision
in there that states
that they can't sell
or develop that ranch,
as long as those Santana
horses are running free.
So if the brothers
wanna sell the ranch,
they get rid of the mustangs.
Right, see, but I-I-I
can't figure out why
they would wanna
sell that ranch.
Money.
No, no, they got lots of money.
I'm talking serious money.
One of the state's
biggest builders
has proposed a huge
development on the Travis ranch.
Now, ironically, as soon as
they can kill off the mustangs,
they're gonna call
it Mustang Valley.
Wow.
I'm heading over to the
County Clerk's office right now,
to see how far they've
gotten. Wanna join me?
No, no, I gotta find Walker.
I can't raise him on the radio.
Walker can take care of himself.
Easy, boy. Whoa. Whoa.
Yes.
Ranger.
Thelma Beck.
Look here.
I was remembering old Hank's
dog and I went out to his place.
More tapes. I played
them. They're fixing to kill off
Santana and his
bunch, those Travis boys.
Well, that's what
we were thinking.
You didn't happen
to run into Walker
nosing around
out there, did you?
No, just old Hank's dog and
a T-bone laying on the floor.
Somebody fed him.
That's Walker. We're
gonna have to have
another talk with
those Travis brothers.
He probably went back there.
I'm for sure gonna talk
to those Travis boys.
Come on, hop in. Let's go.
Uh, no, Thelma, that's...
That's not a good idea.
You can come with me.
Wait, hold it, Thelma, look...
Or you can... All right,
fine. Then we'll just go.
Okay, I got the badge.
I'll do the talking.
Thattaboy.
Easy, boy. Easy, easy.
Okay.
Now, we're not gonna have
time to cultivate a friendship here.
We're gonna have to
do this the hard way.
Whoa, boy.
You are one tough son of a gun.
Oh, jeez.
Maybe it's just not in the
cards between you and me.
The heart of the wild horse
is at one with the
heart of man, Washoe.
Both yearn to be free.
But, Uncle Ray,
even if I can catch him
without getting myself
killed, how will I ever ride him?
The white man's way
is to conquer the horse,
ours is to ride him in
the direction he is going.
Become the red side of
your nature. Be his friend.
But he doesn't
wanna be my friend.
No, because he knows you do
not want to become his friend.
In your hearts you must both
find a reason to become one.
Okay, boy, we both
want the same thing:
To survive and to
protect your ladies.
Can we agree on that?
Thelma!
All right. I got it.
I should have driven my own car.
Nonsense. It'd
just get all dusty.
You're not gonna like this.
I'll make you a deal, big guy.
You help me take down those guys
who are trying to
hurt your mares,
and I'll let you go
when this is all over.
How's that, huh?
Easy.
Okay.
Whoa, whoa.
Whoa. Whoa, boy.
Okay, boy, let's go take
care of business, huh?
Okay, let's do it.
You should find
Santana and his bunch
somewhere around the feed
drop down by Indian Wells.
Drive them down the
valley to the pickups,
then get out of the way
so Corbin and the
boys can finish the job.
Get going.
Don't you feel
anything about this?
Don't start in on
me again, Mitch.
Follow the pickup.
They'll cut them
down your tailgate.
Roll out.
Let's get it done.
Why are we stopping
here, Thelma?
Because I don't trust them.
Give me that. What
kind of a Ranger are you?
The kind who would like to
do things peacefully, if possible.
Come on, let's go then.
This is crazy, Ned. We
don't need to sell the ranch.
This is our lives.
Yours maybe, but not mine.
I'm sick of the sweat.
It's a lot better than
what you're into now.
Ned Travis, your Daddy
would be spinning in his grave
if he knew you were
gonna kill those mustangs.
What are you doing here, Ranger?
I'm looking for my partner.
I figured he might
wanna talk to you.
We haven't seen him
since you were here before.
Well, then he's with the
horses. Where are they?
Unless you got a warrant,
you'd best get off my ranch.
We ain't done nothing.
Nothing?
Maybe you didn't fire the
gun that killed Hank Sweet,
but I'll bet the
trail leads to you.
And when it does, I'll be
back here with your warrant.
Now, where are the horses?
How would I know where they are?
- I know.
They were on Hank
Sweet's tapes. Come on.
You might wanna educate
your boys, Mr. Travis.
Corbin killed Hank
Sweet, didn't he?
Didn't he?
It was an accident.
Hank got Van Sickle
drunk one night,
got him talking, got it on tape.
He called me, said if I
didn't call off the shoot,
h-he was gonna call the cops.
He had pictures of us, Mitch.
He had a copy of the will.
He knew.
Yeah, but did you have
Corbin kill Hank Sweet?
Was it like they said? Did
you have Hank Sweet killed?
It got out of control.
Corbin got carried away.
Yeah, but did you
have Hank Sweet killed?
No!
Good.
Well, let's call
this whole thing off.
Let's just call the cops,
tell them about Corbin.
It's too late for that, Mitch.
Corbin said he killed Walker
today out at Devil's Rock.
I got no choice.
I either go all the
way or I go to prison.
I gotta take care of Thelma
and that other Ranger.
You're talking
about more killing?
I can't let you do that.
Well, we got your
girls put to bed,
let's go get the shooters
before they get us.
Let's check down in the gully.
Man, there ain't
nothing down there.
We gotta look lower.
Now, you gonna tell me
that a whole herd of horses
can disappear like that?
I don't know.
They gotta be around
here somewhere.
Move up on the left here.
Hold it! Drop the guns.
Drop them.
Now, the smartest
thing you boys can do
is ride and don't look back.
If I see you back
in this territory,
I'm gonna nail your
skins to the wall.
Now, get.
Come on. Come on.
Okay, boy, let's go
get the heavy hitters.
Van Sickle, you hear
anything from the outriders?
Not a peep.
I tried to reach them,
but nobody's talking.
Yeah, maybe
they're behind a ridge.
Keep your eyes open.
Holy.
Yeah, I see him.
Shoot him!
Let's get the hell
out of here now.
Pull over, boys.
Get out.
Come on. Come around.
See what I mean, Thelma?
Peaceful as possible.
Walker.
Hee-hee.
Nice work.
How the hell did you
get all the way out here?
I rode Santana.
No man can ride Santana.
Well, let's just say
he and I were going
in the same direction.
Then where is he now?
I don't know. Gone, I guess.
Ain't that the most
beautiful sight you ever saw?
You mean to see them
running free like that?
Yeah. Yeah.
It's something Ned Travis
and Corbin won't be doing
for a long time though.
Serves them right.
I hope they rot in jail.
Well, Mitch's
testimony will seal it.
He promised to keep
this a working ranch
and protect the herd
like his father wanted.
Hey.
I guess this is where push
comes to shove, partner.
I've known seven
great horses in my life,
and Santana's six of them.
If there's ever a horse
I didn't want to give up,
this is the one.
You and Santana was
meant to be together, Walker.
Yeah, I know.
Have a good life, old boy.
No, sir. No, sir,
she isn't here.
Let me ask you something, sir.
Are you the same fella
that's been calling in here
about every 15 minutes for her?
Well, she still
ain't here. No, sir.
Wait a minute. You're
in luck. She just came in.
How was the show tonight?
It was brilliant.
Some yahoo's on the phone here.
He won't leave his
name or number.
How did he know I was here?
Well, your secretary
said you'd be here
after the stage play.
How come you didn't
take her to the play?
I don't know, C.D.
There's something about watching
two guys battling each other
with swords, and then
bursting into a song.
I don't know.
And wearin'
long-handled drawers.
Yeah, that too.
Name's Hank Sweet.
Thelma Beck told me to
call you. We's good friends.
She said you'd help.
Thelma? How is she?
I have no time for that now.
I got something
important I wanna give you.
I'll meet you outside that
waterspout building
on, uh... On Field Street.
How soon can you get here?
How about a half an hour?
Sooner if you can. Please, lady.
I gotta go now.
What was that all about?
A friend of a friend, I think.
It sounded like
he was in trouble.
Feel like taking a ride?
Let's go.
See anyone?
Well, it'd be a lot easier
if I knew who we
were looking for.
What's going on over there?
You gotta save the horses.
Hank Sweet.
You found your man.
You know, I was thinking.
All I could see were pictures
of horses and that tape.
Audio tape?
I think so.
It all happened so fast.
Well, one thing
we know for sure,
whatever's going
down involves horses.
Did he mention
anything on the phone?
Just to have Thelma
Beck call me, that's it.
Thelma Beck.
That name sounds familiar.
You remember her.
She was all over the
news a couple of years ago.
They call her the Mustang Lady.
Oh, yeah, yeah, I remember her.
More coffee?
No, I should go.
I could whip us up
some eggs or... whatever.
No, I... I gotta go.
You're sure?
I'd better go.
Don't forget your gun.
What?
Oh, yeah, yeah.
Hank didn't have no family.
I'll take care of the burying
and saying the words.
Darn fool.
Always worried about
me getting myself killed,
and now look at him.
Dead and gone.
Do you have any idea
who could have done this?
No, he didn't have no enemies.
Everyone liked old Hank.
And he didn't mention
the envelope to you?
Thelma, why did
you have him call me?
He came over to my place
yesterday, all agitated.
Said he was onto
something real terrible.
He knew I had connections,
because of my protesting
for the mustangs.
I asked him what it was
about, he wouldn't tell me.
Do you know why not?
He didn't want me
to get mixed up in it.
Hank said knowing me,
I'd just go off half-cocked
and get myself hurt.
"Better to go the
legal way," he said.
Through Alex.
Alex did all the work for my
Save the Mustangs Committee.
I know she cares about this.
I knew she'd do
right by old Hank.
Can we get out of here?
This place makes my skin crawl.
Hank Sweet must have been
onto something really important
to get himself killed over it.
Maybe someone was thinking we...
We all went to
sleep or something
and they're gonna have
another go at the mustangs.
Hank was trying to stop it.
We'll find out
who did it, Thelma.
That's a promise.
I just hope you find them
before they hurt those horses
Hank was worried about.
We'll do our best, Thelma.
I hope that's good
enough, Mr. Ranger.
Do you have any
idea what Hank Sweet
could have been involved
in to get himself killed over?
No. I wish I could be more help.
I was sure sorry to
hear about old Hank.
He was one good man.
He was working with a Thelma
Beck. Do you know who she is?
Oh, I know Thelma Beck
like I know my own arthritis.
Still, you can't help
but admire her and that
Save the Wild
Mustang gang of hers.
You know, about 95 percent
of all the wild mustangs
are still running up here
on the federal lease lands.
Under your protection?
Oh, yes, sirree, and we
enforce it too, right to the letter.
What about the
other five percent?
Well, now the
only herd I know of
still running on private
land is the Santana bunch.
Now don't ask me who
named a nightmare stallion that,
but that's what we all call him.
Yeah, Santana.
I've heard stories
about that stallion.
Yeah, and they're
true, and then some.
Now he's out running around with
two or maybe three dozen mares,
between the federal lease
land and the Circle Bar T Ranch.
Do you have any idea where
Hank Sweet's ranch is located?
Right over here.
Oh, yes, sir, he's
got about 200 acres
of old flat scrub brush
land right along in here.
Right next to the Travis ranch.
Yeah.
Okay, thanks.
Thank you.
Hyah!
Quite a ranch.
Man, will you look at this?
What did you expect in the
middle of 5000 acres, a shack?
I'm telling you, we're
wasting our time.
These guys own the world.
What are they gonna gain
by knocking off a few stallion?
I don't know. Let's go ask them.
Can I help you gents?
Yeah.
I'm Ranger Walker,
this is Ranger Trivette.
We'd like to talk to the
owner of this spread.
I'm Mitch Travis.
What can I do for you?
Travis.
You own this place?
Yes, sir, me and my brother.
Do you know a man
named Hank Sweet?
Hank? Sure, he's our neighbor.
Well, he was killed
last night. Murdered.
Murdered?
Oh, dear God.
Yeah, he was concerned about
someone hurting some horses.
Do you know anything about that?
No. What horses?
Possibly the Santana bunch.
They roam between the lease
land and your property, right?
Uh, yes, sir, that's
right. They do.
You complained about
them to the BLM, didn't you?
Uh, yes, sir.
Those mustangs can
be a real pain in the butt,
uh, especially in the winter,
when our cattle are up
to their bellies in snow
and we gotta drop feed in.
Well, that darn Santana,
he... He drives them away
the hay so he can
get his own mares to it.
We thought about shooting
that old son of a gun, but,
my dad would roll
over in his grave
if we ever did
something like that.
So you don't think Hank
Sweet was concerned
about the Santana bunch?
I don't know why he would be.
Think he was onto any
renegade meatpackers?
Not that I know of, sir, no.
Okay, thanks for your time.
No problem.
What's a renegade meatpacker?
Well, these are guys that
come in these refrigerated trucks
with machine guns
and chain saws.
They hit quick and get out.
You're kidding.
I wish I was.
Mitch.
What did they want?
Hank Sweet is dead. Murdered.
That's too bad.
Hank was a good guy.
I sure hope we had
nothing to do with that.
Of course we didn't.
What kind of
thing is that to say?
They were asking questions
about Santana's herd.
I think we ought to back off.
All that means is that we
have to move a little faster.
Call the packers, get the
shooters here this afternoon.
This is wrong, Ned, when
I think about how Dad
would probably respond
to something like this.
Dad is dead, Mitch.
It's time you face that fact.
These are different times.
Well, I hate this.
Now we got Rangers
around here asking questions?
I don't like it, either.
But Rangers or not,
there's no way I'm gonna let
$800 worth of dog-meat mustang
blow a $20 million deal.
I'm gonna drop
you off at the office.
See what you can dig
up on the Travis boys
and the Circle T Ranch.
I still think we're baying
at the moon, partner.
Wouldn't be the first time.
You know, when we were
talking to that young Travis boy,
he seemed sincerely surprised
when we mentioned about
the death of old man Sweet.
But when we started
talking about the mustangs,
there was something in his eyes.
Like what?
I'm not sure,
but there was
someone watching us
behind the curtains
in the ranch house.
Why don't you get
with Alex, fill her in,
see what you guys
can come up with.
All right.
Where you gonna be at?
Just noseying around.
Gotta give Dr. Rossi credit.
This new feed's sending
them out even fatter.
Call me when he can
fatten prices at market.
I'm nervous about that
kid brother of yours, Ned.
He doesn't seem to be
quite with this program.
Mitch will be fine. What
are you doing here?
You seemed uptight on the phone.
After what happened
to Hank Sweet?
Yeah, I'm a little uptight.
What do you want?
Just to give you a
little peace of mind.
You know, I was thinking,
you had a point worrying
if Hank Sweet had anything
more to show that lady D.A.
Well, if he did,
it'd be at his place.
I mean, Hank wasn't exactly
your, uh, safe-deposit-box
kind of guy.
So there's gonna
be a little fire
out that way in
maybe, oh, a half hour.
I don't wanna hear this, Corbin.
Okay, okay, your
hands are clean.
For what you're paying,
I'm the invisible man.
Hi there, old girl.
How are you, huh?
Are you waiting for your master?
Well, you gotta be hungry.
Come on, let's see what
we can find you to eat, okay?
Come on.
Okay, girl, I haven't forgotten.
Let's get you fed.
Well, no sense
letting this go to waste.
It beats dog food,
doesn't it, huh?
You happy? Yeah.
Yeah, I hear them.
It's that damned Ranger again.
So... why is it every time
you invite me to lunch,
I end up telling you
things I shouldn't, hmm?
Because I take you
to the nicest places,
and I pick up the check.
Well, that's fair then.
I've tried every
source that I know,
and I'm getting
stonewalled at every turn.
Ahhh. So this is probably where
I have to say
everything's off the record.
Probably.
Go on.
I've been looking into
some big land deals,
and I came across a proposed
interstate spur known as I-76A,
except nobody will
admit that it exists.
Come on, you're a member of the
Planning Commission. What gives?
Where did you hear about this?
Sources.
For I-76 to go through,
there would have
to be a right of way
through Circle Bar T Ranch.
Right.
Well, that would be a
disaster for the cattle ranch.
I mean, it's the last
thing that they'd want.
But if they propose
to develop that land...
Right, again. The
value would skyrocket.
Don't dance with
me on this, Kyle.
I think this highway
is tied up in a murder.
Corbin, we can't kill a Ranger.
Can you do life
without possibility?
Man, let's just keep on going.
Corbin's right. I've done
time and I'm not doing more.
Oh, this is crazy.
Hey, I'm hurt. I'm hurt.
Ah, you're okay. Just a crease.
You're under arrest for
the murder of Hank Sweet.
I didn't kill Sweet.
Then who did?
I can't tell you.
Then you're going down for it.
Auugh! Okay, okay.
Cor... Corbin killed him.
Keep talking.
They're gonna kill
all the mustangs.
This afternoon it's
supposed to go down.
You got him.
Let's just get the
hell out of here.
If he's not dead,
he's gonna be fighting
off buzzards until he is.
It's gonna be a long walk back.
Well, you must be Santana.
Well, your mares have gotta
be somewhere real close, huh?
I hope you don't mind
me borrowing one.
Oh, hell.
Hey, counselor.
I just got a look at
the Travis brothers'
father's will in probate. Yeah?
There's a provision
in there that states
that they can't sell
or develop that ranch,
as long as those Santana
horses are running free.
So if the brothers
wanna sell the ranch,
they get rid of the mustangs.
Right, see, but I-I-I
can't figure out why
they would wanna
sell that ranch.
Money.
No, no, they got lots of money.
I'm talking serious money.
One of the state's
biggest builders
has proposed a huge
development on the Travis ranch.
Now, ironically, as soon as
they can kill off the mustangs,
they're gonna call
it Mustang Valley.
Wow.
I'm heading over to the
County Clerk's office right now,
to see how far they've
gotten. Wanna join me?
No, no, I gotta find Walker.
I can't raise him on the radio.
Walker can take care of himself.
Easy, boy. Whoa. Whoa.
Yes.
Ranger.
Thelma Beck.
Look here.
I was remembering old Hank's
dog and I went out to his place.
More tapes. I played
them. They're fixing to kill off
Santana and his
bunch, those Travis boys.
Well, that's what
we were thinking.
You didn't happen
to run into Walker
nosing around
out there, did you?
No, just old Hank's dog and
a T-bone laying on the floor.
Somebody fed him.
That's Walker. We're
gonna have to have
another talk with
those Travis brothers.
He probably went back there.
I'm for sure gonna talk
to those Travis boys.
Come on, hop in. Let's go.
Uh, no, Thelma, that's...
That's not a good idea.
You can come with me.
Wait, hold it, Thelma, look...
Or you can... All right,
fine. Then we'll just go.
Okay, I got the badge.
I'll do the talking.
Thattaboy.
Easy, boy. Easy, easy.
Okay.
Now, we're not gonna have
time to cultivate a friendship here.
We're gonna have to
do this the hard way.
Whoa, boy.
You are one tough son of a gun.
Oh, jeez.
Maybe it's just not in the
cards between you and me.
The heart of the wild horse
is at one with the
heart of man, Washoe.
Both yearn to be free.
But, Uncle Ray,
even if I can catch him
without getting myself
killed, how will I ever ride him?
The white man's way
is to conquer the horse,
ours is to ride him in
the direction he is going.
Become the red side of
your nature. Be his friend.
But he doesn't
wanna be my friend.
No, because he knows you do
not want to become his friend.
In your hearts you must both
find a reason to become one.
Okay, boy, we both
want the same thing:
To survive and to
protect your ladies.
Can we agree on that?
Thelma!
All right. I got it.
I should have driven my own car.
Nonsense. It'd
just get all dusty.
You're not gonna like this.
I'll make you a deal, big guy.
You help me take down those guys
who are trying to
hurt your mares,
and I'll let you go
when this is all over.
How's that, huh?
Easy.
Okay.
Whoa, whoa.
Whoa. Whoa, boy.
Okay, boy, let's go take
care of business, huh?
Okay, let's do it.
You should find
Santana and his bunch
somewhere around the feed
drop down by Indian Wells.
Drive them down the
valley to the pickups,
then get out of the way
so Corbin and the
boys can finish the job.
Get going.
Don't you feel
anything about this?
Don't start in on
me again, Mitch.
Follow the pickup.
They'll cut them
down your tailgate.
Roll out.
Let's get it done.
Why are we stopping
here, Thelma?
Because I don't trust them.
Give me that. What
kind of a Ranger are you?
The kind who would like to
do things peacefully, if possible.
Come on, let's go then.
This is crazy, Ned. We
don't need to sell the ranch.
This is our lives.
Yours maybe, but not mine.
I'm sick of the sweat.
It's a lot better than
what you're into now.
Ned Travis, your Daddy
would be spinning in his grave
if he knew you were
gonna kill those mustangs.
What are you doing here, Ranger?
I'm looking for my partner.
I figured he might
wanna talk to you.
We haven't seen him
since you were here before.
Well, then he's with the
horses. Where are they?
Unless you got a warrant,
you'd best get off my ranch.
We ain't done nothing.
Nothing?
Maybe you didn't fire the
gun that killed Hank Sweet,
but I'll bet the
trail leads to you.
And when it does, I'll be
back here with your warrant.
Now, where are the horses?
How would I know where they are?
- I know.
They were on Hank
Sweet's tapes. Come on.
You might wanna educate
your boys, Mr. Travis.
Corbin killed Hank
Sweet, didn't he?
Didn't he?
It was an accident.
Hank got Van Sickle
drunk one night,
got him talking, got it on tape.
He called me, said if I
didn't call off the shoot,
h-he was gonna call the cops.
He had pictures of us, Mitch.
He had a copy of the will.
He knew.
Yeah, but did you have
Corbin kill Hank Sweet?
Was it like they said? Did
you have Hank Sweet killed?
It got out of control.
Corbin got carried away.
Yeah, but did you
have Hank Sweet killed?
No!
Good.
Well, let's call
this whole thing off.
Let's just call the cops,
tell them about Corbin.
It's too late for that, Mitch.
Corbin said he killed Walker
today out at Devil's Rock.
I got no choice.
I either go all the
way or I go to prison.
I gotta take care of Thelma
and that other Ranger.
You're talking
about more killing?
I can't let you do that.
Well, we got your
girls put to bed,
let's go get the shooters
before they get us.
Let's check down in the gully.
Man, there ain't
nothing down there.
We gotta look lower.
Now, you gonna tell me
that a whole herd of horses
can disappear like that?
I don't know.
They gotta be around
here somewhere.
Move up on the left here.
Hold it! Drop the guns.
Drop them.
Now, the smartest
thing you boys can do
is ride and don't look back.
If I see you back
in this territory,
I'm gonna nail your
skins to the wall.
Now, get.
Come on. Come on.
Okay, boy, let's go
get the heavy hitters.
Van Sickle, you hear
anything from the outriders?
Not a peep.
I tried to reach them,
but nobody's talking.
Yeah, maybe
they're behind a ridge.
Keep your eyes open.
Holy.
Yeah, I see him.
Shoot him!
Let's get the hell
out of here now.
Pull over, boys.
Get out.
Come on. Come around.
See what I mean, Thelma?
Peaceful as possible.
Walker.
Hee-hee.
Nice work.
How the hell did you
get all the way out here?
I rode Santana.
No man can ride Santana.
Well, let's just say
he and I were going
in the same direction.
Then where is he now?
I don't know. Gone, I guess.
Ain't that the most
beautiful sight you ever saw?
You mean to see them
running free like that?
Yeah. Yeah.
It's something Ned Travis
and Corbin won't be doing
for a long time though.
Serves them right.
I hope they rot in jail.
Well, Mitch's
testimony will seal it.
He promised to keep
this a working ranch
and protect the herd
like his father wanted.
Hey.
I guess this is where push
comes to shove, partner.
I've known seven
great horses in my life,
and Santana's six of them.
If there's ever a horse
I didn't want to give up,
this is the one.
You and Santana was
meant to be together, Walker.
Yeah, I know.
Have a good life, old boy.