Walker, Texas Ranger (1993–2001): Season 6, Episode 6 - Last of a Breed: Part 1 - full transcript
( light rock action
theme playing)
Well, here we are.
The Texas Ranger
Museum and Hall of Fame.
It was built in 1974
to commemorate
excellence in law enforcement
for the last 150 years.
How many Texas
Rangers have there been?
Oh, there's been hundreds, Mike,
but only 26 are honored
in the Texas
Ranger Hall of Fame.
Did you know any of them?
Yeah, I know one.
Right over here.
C.D. Parker, a good friend.
Who's the most famous?
Well, that's hard
to say, Charles.
They were all great men.
How'd they get to
be Texas Rangers?
Well, they came from
all around: war veterans,
army scouts, bounty hunters.
In fact, some were even outlaws.
Really?
Mm-hm.
Yeah, back in those days,
to be a Texas
Ranger, you had to...
Ride like the wind,
track like a Comanche,
shoot like a Kentuckian
and fight like the devil.
(laughs)
That's right, Mike.
Well, could you tell us a
story about one of them?
Okay.
How about Hayes Cooper?
He left a journal
before he died.
Let's see what he has to say.
Why don't you all sit down?
Okay.
The west was booming,
the railroad was coming.
Towns like Buckhorn,
Texas, stood right in the path.
There were fortunes to be made,
and the future was
full of bright promise.
But with the fortune and promise
came the outlaws, the lawmen,
and those who walked and
lived in the world between them.
Cooper wasn't always
a Texas Ranger.
Long before he got his badge,
he was a bounty hunter.
MIKE: Was he a
famous gunfighter?
CHARLES: Was he fast?
WALKER: He was fast,
and people had heard of him,
but he wasn't famous yet.
He didn't know it when
he rode into Buckhorn,
but Hayes Cooper was
only a short time away
from becoming a Texas Ranger.
Who the hell's that?
Guy in buckskins?
(horse whinnies)
Whiskey.
What's it gonna be,
Hawkins, dead or alive?
I knew it had to happen.
This is a real
sorry time for me.
My mother died,
my horse went lame,
and I had to
gut-shoot the last man
that stuck one of
these under my nose.
Sorry to hear that.
Don't matter.
Never did like my mother.
Horse was slow,
just like that damn
bounty hunter.
Well, now that I've heard
your whole life story,
answer my question.
( dramatic theme playing)
I'll answer your question.
(groans)
Why didn't you just kill me?
Well, if I'd have killed you,
I'd have to carry you
to the sheriff's office.
Let's go.
(groans)
It was just another
bounty to Hayes Cooper,
one of an endless stream.
But he didn't know his life
was about to change forever.
( light rock action
theme playing)
♪ In the eyes of a Ranger ♪
♪ The unsuspecting stranger ♪
♪ Had better know the
truth Of wrong from right ♪
♪ 'Cause the eyes
Of the Ranger ♪
♪ Are upon you ♪
♪ Any wrong you
do He's gonna see ♪
♪ When you're in
Texas Look behind you ♪
♪ 'Cause that's where
The Ranger's gonna be ♪
( dramatic theme playing)
Whoa. whoa, whoa.
Howdy, Miss Rose.
Good morning, Miss Rose.
Hey, Jeb.
Did my seed come in?
Sure did, Tom.
Four sacks of
Kentucky bluegrass.
The, uh, only thing is
I couldn't pay for that today.
Could you give me another week?
Well, Tom, I already told
you you could take a month.
I don't need a month, Sarah.
Just one more week
till I get my stock
down from the high mesa.
All right, Tom, a week it is.
Seed's just inside.
Need some help?
No, ma'am. I can load it myself.
Uh, son, keep an
eye on the team.
Mary, just got some fresh
yardage in from St. Louis.
Thank you, Sarah. But
I still haven't paid you
for the last yardage
you gave me.
I'll be in to visit
after I deliver my sewing
to the millinery shop.
All right.
What's the status
of his mortgage?
Oh, he's about three
months past due.
You haven't foreclosed?
Every once in a while
I like to make it look
like I'm not riding around
in your watch pocket.
Wilson promised to
bring the account current
after he sells 100
head of cattle next week.
And what if he can't sell them?
Well, then I'll foreclose,
and you'll buy it from me.
And the Wilsons will
leave a trail of tears
just like everybody else
who's stood in your way.
This is different.
I need his land.
The railroad's coming.
I paid handsomely
for an advance
look at the route.
Wilson's land is
dead in the path.
It's worth a fortune,
but he doesn't know it.
He's a determined man.
He just might bring those
cows down in time to sell.
Not alone.
And nobody's
going to work for him
after what my boys did
to his last hired hand.
(horse whinnies)
Want me to help, Pa?
Uh, no, son. Thanks.
These are still a
little heavy for you yet.
Nick, Pete, Manuel.
Give my regards
to, uh, Mr. Wilson.
You got it, boss.
Pa.
Hope that ain't blighted seed
you're fixin' to plant, Wilson.
Could ruin our range, you know.
Kentucky bluegrass. Certified.
Says you.
I'll have to see for myself.
That looks to be okay.
But you never
know about the rest.
Well, that appears
to be okay too.
Now, those others,
they look real...
Okay, that's enough.
I'll tell you when it's enough.
Don't you hurt my pa!
No!
No!
Stand back, Jeb!
Get back!
Got a little sand in him.
(grunts)
Time I knocked it out of him.
I'll tell you what I'm
gonna do to you, farmer.
(grunts)
(groans)
You look up at him!
(grunts)
Mister, watch out!
(grunts)
Tom, are you all right?
Yes, Mary. I'm fine.
(groans)
What's going on here?
What's going on, sheriff,
is that you're still
letting Sy Bedoe's men
run roughshod over the
good citizens of Buckhorn.
Easy, Sarah.
Wilson.
It's nothing, sheriff.
Just another misunderstanding.
But if one of Mr. Bedoe's men
ever touches my
son again, I'll kill him.
There'll be no killing, Tom.
Not in this town.
There's no broken bones.
I suggest we
just call it square,
go on our way.
Yeah.
All right.
Word of friendly advice.
You did what you came to do.
You got your money.
Now just ride on out.
Around here,
well, it just don't pay
to upset Sy Bedoe.
I didn't plan on
staying, sheriff.
Fair enough.
Thanks for the warning.
You're welcome.
Bounty hunters
don't usually come
with such a charitable
side to their souls.
I wouldn't know
about that, ma'am.
Mister, you're hurt.
It's nothing, ma'am.
We'd be honored to
put you up for the night.
I could tend to that wound.
It's the least we
could do. Please?
Just outside of town.
TOM: Not much
of a place, really.
We'd be proud to put you up.
Well, that's kind of a
hard offer to turn down.
Thanks.
Want to thank you, stranger.
My name's Tom Wilson.
This here's my wife Mary.
Ma'am.
That there's my son.
Hi. I'm Jeb.
Hi, Jeb.
I'm Hayes Cooper.
Follow us on back to the ranch.
Let's go.
If you'd just ride out
and keep on going,
I won't take it personal,
what you did to my men.
I'll tell you what, Bedoe,
take it personal.
( dramatic theme playing)
( dramatic theme playing)
JEB: Doesn't that
hurt, Mr. Cooper?
Not really, Jeb.
Your mom's doing a great job.
Nice place you have here.
Tom built it. Mostly
all by himself.
Where you folks from?
Ohio.
We came west after the war.
Looks like you saw
your share of battle.
Yeah, reckon I did.
Is that what
happened to your leg?
Yes.
Happened at Shiloh.
You fight in the
war, Mr. Cooper?
Yeah, I did.
What side were
you on, Mr. Cooper?
Son.
Questions like
that ain't respectful.
My father took out 50 rebs.
MARY: Jeb, that's enough.
Now, I'll sew that shirt
up for you, Mr. Cooper.
Thank you, ma'am.
If you don't mind my asking,
what was that all about in town?
Silas Bedoe...
trying to scare me off my land.
We've managed to hold on so far,
but we might not be
able to much longer.
We're not going to
lose our land, Mary.
I got a hundred head of cattle,
but only 40 of them are in
my holding pasture right now.
I'm going up tomorrow
morning to get the rest down.
Pretty big job for one man.
Fella who usually helps me...
Someone beat
him, nearly to death.
Son.
He let out on us.
I ain't seen him again.
Hard to get help ever since.
I got three days left
to snake them out and sell them.
If I don't...
Well, the bank's
gonna take my place.
You're not gonna
let that happen,
are you, pa?
No, son. I'm not.
Here you go, Mr. Cooper.
Thank you, ma'am.
(coyotes yelping)
(Tom shouting)
(Tom shouting indistinctly)
(horse whinnies)
(shouting continues)
JEB: Ma?
MARY: Shush, Jeb.
He's just having another
one of his war dreams.
JEB: Are they ever gonna end?
MARY: I don't know, son.
Now, go back to bed.
(bleating)
(rooster caws)
Mind if I give you a hand?
(gun cocks)
But you don't owe
me, Mr. Cooper.
For nothing.
I know.
TOM: But I'd be much obliged.
( dramatic theme playing)
TOM: Get up! Come on!
(mooing)
(mooing)
(whistles)
Step up, now.
That's it.
That's it.
TOM: Son, get
the gate, will you?
There you go.
Got them all, Mary,
every last one.
That's wonderful.
Look at you two.
You're going to have to take
those clothes off, Mr. Cooper.
Ma'am?
You're filthy.
I'll clean them up for you.
You can wear some of Tom's.
I think you're about
the same size.
Thank you, ma'am.
When I make that
mortgage payment,
I wanna see the look on the face
of Mr. Sly Bedoe.
He'll probably choke.
Jeb, that's enough.
I can't tell you how
grateful we are.
It's been my pleasure.
What are you plans
now, Mr. Cooper?
Well, if your
husband doesn't mind,
I'll hang around long enough
to help him get
his cattle to market.
That's mighty
neighborly, Mr. Cooper.
I couldn't afford to pay you.
That's quite all
right, Mr. Wilson.
Your wife's cooking's
good enough for me.
(laughs)
Please, call me Tom.
Folks call me Cooper.
Will you teach me how to shoot?
Well, Jeb, there's more
important things to learn
than how to shoot.
Like what?
Reading and writing
and arithmetic.
I can do all that.
Ma taught me. Go ahead.
Ask me how to spell a word.
Okay. How about dog?
D-O-G.
Now give me a hard word.
All right.
Horse.
H-O-R-S-E.
Don't you know any
hard words, Mr. Cooper?
Well, I know some
hard words, Jeb,
but I don't know
how to spell them.
(giggles)
( ominous theme playing)
Hey, Jeb.
Hi, Miss Rose.
This is Hayes Cooper.
He's helping pa out on the farm.
We've sort of met.
Hi. I'm Sarah Rose, Mr. Cooper.
My pleasure, ma'am.
Her husband is dead.
I'm gonna go find
Aaron and Billy.
Um, sorry about your husband.
Oh, it's been five years.
He died of pneumonia.
You don't look much
like a hired man.
(laughs)
Well, I guess looks
can be deceiving, huh?
Yeah.
How's your knife wound?
Oh, uh, Mrs. Wilson sewed me up.
Oh, well, then
you're a lucky man.
Mary's one of the best
seamstresses in the valley.
BEDOE: Bounty hunter.
I couldn't help but notice
you drove Wilson's
wagon into town.
That's right.
I work for him now.
I didn't know he had
enough money to hire anyone.
Let's just say he can afford me.
Well, I also know you helped him
bring his herd down
from the high mesa.
You brought them down?
Yes, ma'am, we did.
And when is Wilson planning
to bring his herd to market?
Well, if it's any
of your business,
tomorrow.
You know, you're
new around here.
You don't know the situation.
What situation's that?
That Wilson is going under.
Now, he may sell his cattle,
which will bring his
mortgage current,
but then there's next month,
the month after that.
It's inevitable.
He's going to lose that farm.
Tell me something, Bedoe.
Why do you want
the Wilson spread?
The way I hear it
you own just about
everything around here.
Because I want it.
Well, don't hold your breath.
Ma'am, uh, I need, uh,
three spools of
number four wire,
a sack of flour,
and five gallons of kerosene.
I want to thank you for
helping out the Wilsons.
They're good folks.
Yes, ma'am, they sure are.
(cattle mooing)
(gunshots)
It's coming from
the holding pasture.
Son, stay with your mother.
(gunshots continue)
(horses whinny)
Oh, no.
Oh, my God!
(horse whinnies)
(cow groans)
(gun cocks)
(gunshot)
Dead, Cooper.
All my cattle are dead.
They're all dead.
He shot them all.
It's over now.
It's all over.
( dramatic theme playing)
( dramatic theme playing)
How much does Tom
Wilson owe on his ranch?
$700 in arrears.
I didn't ask you that.
I asked you how much he owed.
$4,500.
Okay, put out your hand.
I'm sorry, Mary.
I'm sorry I failed you.
Never should have
brought you out here.
I just...
I just thought we had a chance.
Don't talk like that.
We did have a
chance, a good chance.
Main thing is we
still have each other.
(crying)
Mary.
Easy.
Tom.
Silas Bedoe.
Coming to gloat.
No. Don't get
yourself killed, Tom.
No patch of dirt is worth that.
You'll get yours, Bedoe.
Well, it won't be
from you, Wilson.
You should have sold it to me
when you had the chance.
This is still my
property, Bedoe.
And I want you off of it.
BEDOE: That's right.
It is your property...
for a few more hours.
COOPER: Don't
be too sure, Bedoe.
Here, Tom.
This is yours.
Mary.
This is the deed to our land.
I think Mr. Wilson said
for you to get off his land.
Now.
Let's go.
Well, folks, let's
start unpacking.
Come on, Jeb. Let's get
this back in the house.
(laughs)
I'm putting an end to
this once and for all.
You hear?
I'll put an end to
it once and for all.
I want to send a
telegram to Rudd Kilgore.
(bell ringing)
Why don't you come
over around 4:00?
I'll make a special pot roast.
I got to give you
credit, Mr. Cooper.
You ain't much of a singer,
but you sure are loud.
Jeb.
That's all right, Tom.
He's just being honest.
Cooper.
For all you've done for us,
I'd like you to be my partner.
50-50. Half the ranch.
There's a great section of land
off to the west over
there by the river.
Perfect place for a home.
Private out there too.
Good growing soil.
Best sweet water spring
in these parts out there.
Be a fine place for a
man to raise a family.
Come on in, you two.
Dinner's almost ready.
You be thinking on
what I said, all right?
I will.
Mmm. Smells good, Mary.
Are we expecting company?
As a matter of fact, we are.
Whoa.
And there she is now.
Mr. Cooper, you
remember SarahRose.
Yeah. Yeah, we've met.
For your bountiful gifts
and infinite wisdom,
we thank you, lord.
And for sending
to us Hayes Cooper
who has proven
to be a good friend
in our family's time of need.
Amen.
ALL: Amen.
Son, napkin on your lap.
Oh. Excuse me, ma'am.
Gee, Mr. Cooper, I've never
seen you so nervous before.
MARY: Jeb.
JEB: It's 'cause
of you, Mrs. Rose.
On the way home from town,
Mr. Cooper talked
about you the whole time.
MARY: Jeb, that's enough.
JEB: But, ma, he did.
Um, Tom, would you
pass the potatoes, please?
Of course.
Excuse me.
Here, let me help you.
Yeah.
Thank you.
Sure is beautiful here.
Sure is.
That was a fine thing
you did, Mr. Cooper.
Well, when a man puts his
heart and soul into something,
it's kind of hard to sit back
and watch him lose it all.
And where do you put
your heart and soul, Mr. Cooper?
I haven't given it much thought.
Tom's offered me half the ranch.
Are you considering it?
Yeah.
I am considering it.
( romantic theme playing)
Sarah, this is the best
chicken I've ever eaten.
Thank you.
Oh, would you
care for some more?
Well, I was kind
of hinting at that.
(laughs)
SARAH: And where do you put
your heart and soul, Mr. Cooper?
So...
looks like we've found
ourselves a partner.
You won't find yourself
a finer woman than Sarah Rose.
Yes, ma'am, I know that.
She's not doing too
bad for herself either.
Thank you, ma'am.
(snoring)
(horse whinnies)
(men talking indistinctly)
MAN: That's him, ain't it?
That's Kilgore.
Come on, boys, mount up!
Got us a little job
over at Buckhorn.
KILGORE: Put it away, let's go!
MAN: Come on, let's go!
Come on!
MAN 2: Hyah!
Let's ride!
Yeehaw! Come on!
Whoo-hoo!
Hyah!
(horses whinny)
( dramatic theme playing)
( soft theme playing)
That's a swell likeness of ma.
Thank you, Jeb.
Have you drawn
any of Miss Rose yet?
Not yet.
Are you gonna marry
her and stay in Buckhorn?
(chuckles)
(both giggle)
Well, I been thinking about it.
WALKER: Hayes
Cooper would later write
that he'd never been happier
than he was that day,
sitting on the Wilsons' porch
with the first real friends
he had known in a long time.
Settling down was
very much on his mind.
Whoa. Whoa.
I dreamt about you last night.
I hope it was a good dream.
It was a great dream.
(both laugh)
Sarah.
I, uh... need to
ask you something.
What is it?
I don't know exactly
how to, um... say it.
Say what?
I've decided to
settle down here.
And you'd make me the
happiest man in the world if...
you'd settle down with me.
Hayes Cooper,
are you asking me to marry you?
Yes, ma'am.
KILGORE: Hayes Cooper!
You know who I am?
Yeah.
Rudd Kilgore.
Vigilante, scalp hunter,
just an all-around
egg-sucking dog.
(laughing)
That's you.
KILGORE: Egg-sucking dog, huh?
Well, you talk pretty big for
a man didn't come heeled.
I'm not looking
for trouble, Kilgore.
What you want
don't figure into it.
Cuadroza, give him your piece.
It pulls slightly
to the left, señor.
Cooper.
Stay back, Sarah.
Anytime you're ready.
(all laugh)
What do you know, boys.
A yellow-bellied bounty hunter.
(Kilgore laughs)
Hell, you ain't
even worth killin'.
Let's go, boys.
Yes.
What?
Yes, I will marry
you, Hayes Cooper.
I figured we'd put the
living room right here,
with a porch
overlooking the valley
and... our bedroom
right over here.
Then maybe put, uh,
your garden out there.
What do you think?
I love you, Hayes Cooper.
And I love you too, Sarah Rose.
(laughing)
WALKER: In all his years
of searching, Hayes
Cooper had never found
a moment where he could say,
"life doesn't get
any better than this."
That day, he found that moment.
MAN 1: Whoo!
MAN 2: Hyah! Hyah!
I'll ask Mary to be
my maid of honor.
I'm gonna ask Tom
to be my best man.
MAN: Ya-hah!
( dramatic theme playing)
(whooping)
Pa! Pa!
MAN 1: I got him! I got him.
MAN 2: Not yet, boys!
Run, Jeb!
(gun cocks)
Jeb!
(cries)
Jeb!
(screams)
(groans)
(gasps)
Hah!
(whooping)
Come on! Let's get out of here!
KILGORE: Move it out!
(groans)
Hyah!
Go on!
(all shouting)
MAN: We showed them!
( dramatic theme playing)
Mary! No!
Mary!
No, no, no!
(crying)
Oh, God!
WALKER: Cooper would later write
that he died that day.
And God help the men
he took to hell with him.
( ominous theme playing)
( light rock action
theme playing)
♪ 'Cause the eyes Of
the Ranger are upon you ♪
♪ Any wrong you
do He's gonna see ♪
♪ When you're in
Texas Look behind you ♪
♪ 'Cause that's where
The Ranger's gonna be ♪
theme playing)
Well, here we are.
The Texas Ranger
Museum and Hall of Fame.
It was built in 1974
to commemorate
excellence in law enforcement
for the last 150 years.
How many Texas
Rangers have there been?
Oh, there's been hundreds, Mike,
but only 26 are honored
in the Texas
Ranger Hall of Fame.
Did you know any of them?
Yeah, I know one.
Right over here.
C.D. Parker, a good friend.
Who's the most famous?
Well, that's hard
to say, Charles.
They were all great men.
How'd they get to
be Texas Rangers?
Well, they came from
all around: war veterans,
army scouts, bounty hunters.
In fact, some were even outlaws.
Really?
Mm-hm.
Yeah, back in those days,
to be a Texas
Ranger, you had to...
Ride like the wind,
track like a Comanche,
shoot like a Kentuckian
and fight like the devil.
(laughs)
That's right, Mike.
Well, could you tell us a
story about one of them?
Okay.
How about Hayes Cooper?
He left a journal
before he died.
Let's see what he has to say.
Why don't you all sit down?
Okay.
The west was booming,
the railroad was coming.
Towns like Buckhorn,
Texas, stood right in the path.
There were fortunes to be made,
and the future was
full of bright promise.
But with the fortune and promise
came the outlaws, the lawmen,
and those who walked and
lived in the world between them.
Cooper wasn't always
a Texas Ranger.
Long before he got his badge,
he was a bounty hunter.
MIKE: Was he a
famous gunfighter?
CHARLES: Was he fast?
WALKER: He was fast,
and people had heard of him,
but he wasn't famous yet.
He didn't know it when
he rode into Buckhorn,
but Hayes Cooper was
only a short time away
from becoming a Texas Ranger.
Who the hell's that?
Guy in buckskins?
(horse whinnies)
Whiskey.
What's it gonna be,
Hawkins, dead or alive?
I knew it had to happen.
This is a real
sorry time for me.
My mother died,
my horse went lame,
and I had to
gut-shoot the last man
that stuck one of
these under my nose.
Sorry to hear that.
Don't matter.
Never did like my mother.
Horse was slow,
just like that damn
bounty hunter.
Well, now that I've heard
your whole life story,
answer my question.
( dramatic theme playing)
I'll answer your question.
(groans)
Why didn't you just kill me?
Well, if I'd have killed you,
I'd have to carry you
to the sheriff's office.
Let's go.
(groans)
It was just another
bounty to Hayes Cooper,
one of an endless stream.
But he didn't know his life
was about to change forever.
( light rock action
theme playing)
♪ In the eyes of a Ranger ♪
♪ The unsuspecting stranger ♪
♪ Had better know the
truth Of wrong from right ♪
♪ 'Cause the eyes
Of the Ranger ♪
♪ Are upon you ♪
♪ Any wrong you
do He's gonna see ♪
♪ When you're in
Texas Look behind you ♪
♪ 'Cause that's where
The Ranger's gonna be ♪
( dramatic theme playing)
Whoa. whoa, whoa.
Howdy, Miss Rose.
Good morning, Miss Rose.
Hey, Jeb.
Did my seed come in?
Sure did, Tom.
Four sacks of
Kentucky bluegrass.
The, uh, only thing is
I couldn't pay for that today.
Could you give me another week?
Well, Tom, I already told
you you could take a month.
I don't need a month, Sarah.
Just one more week
till I get my stock
down from the high mesa.
All right, Tom, a week it is.
Seed's just inside.
Need some help?
No, ma'am. I can load it myself.
Uh, son, keep an
eye on the team.
Mary, just got some fresh
yardage in from St. Louis.
Thank you, Sarah. But
I still haven't paid you
for the last yardage
you gave me.
I'll be in to visit
after I deliver my sewing
to the millinery shop.
All right.
What's the status
of his mortgage?
Oh, he's about three
months past due.
You haven't foreclosed?
Every once in a while
I like to make it look
like I'm not riding around
in your watch pocket.
Wilson promised to
bring the account current
after he sells 100
head of cattle next week.
And what if he can't sell them?
Well, then I'll foreclose,
and you'll buy it from me.
And the Wilsons will
leave a trail of tears
just like everybody else
who's stood in your way.
This is different.
I need his land.
The railroad's coming.
I paid handsomely
for an advance
look at the route.
Wilson's land is
dead in the path.
It's worth a fortune,
but he doesn't know it.
He's a determined man.
He just might bring those
cows down in time to sell.
Not alone.
And nobody's
going to work for him
after what my boys did
to his last hired hand.
(horse whinnies)
Want me to help, Pa?
Uh, no, son. Thanks.
These are still a
little heavy for you yet.
Nick, Pete, Manuel.
Give my regards
to, uh, Mr. Wilson.
You got it, boss.
Pa.
Hope that ain't blighted seed
you're fixin' to plant, Wilson.
Could ruin our range, you know.
Kentucky bluegrass. Certified.
Says you.
I'll have to see for myself.
That looks to be okay.
But you never
know about the rest.
Well, that appears
to be okay too.
Now, those others,
they look real...
Okay, that's enough.
I'll tell you when it's enough.
Don't you hurt my pa!
No!
No!
Stand back, Jeb!
Get back!
Got a little sand in him.
(grunts)
Time I knocked it out of him.
I'll tell you what I'm
gonna do to you, farmer.
(grunts)
(groans)
You look up at him!
(grunts)
Mister, watch out!
(grunts)
Tom, are you all right?
Yes, Mary. I'm fine.
(groans)
What's going on here?
What's going on, sheriff,
is that you're still
letting Sy Bedoe's men
run roughshod over the
good citizens of Buckhorn.
Easy, Sarah.
Wilson.
It's nothing, sheriff.
Just another misunderstanding.
But if one of Mr. Bedoe's men
ever touches my
son again, I'll kill him.
There'll be no killing, Tom.
Not in this town.
There's no broken bones.
I suggest we
just call it square,
go on our way.
Yeah.
All right.
Word of friendly advice.
You did what you came to do.
You got your money.
Now just ride on out.
Around here,
well, it just don't pay
to upset Sy Bedoe.
I didn't plan on
staying, sheriff.
Fair enough.
Thanks for the warning.
You're welcome.
Bounty hunters
don't usually come
with such a charitable
side to their souls.
I wouldn't know
about that, ma'am.
Mister, you're hurt.
It's nothing, ma'am.
We'd be honored to
put you up for the night.
I could tend to that wound.
It's the least we
could do. Please?
Just outside of town.
TOM: Not much
of a place, really.
We'd be proud to put you up.
Well, that's kind of a
hard offer to turn down.
Thanks.
Want to thank you, stranger.
My name's Tom Wilson.
This here's my wife Mary.
Ma'am.
That there's my son.
Hi. I'm Jeb.
Hi, Jeb.
I'm Hayes Cooper.
Follow us on back to the ranch.
Let's go.
If you'd just ride out
and keep on going,
I won't take it personal,
what you did to my men.
I'll tell you what, Bedoe,
take it personal.
( dramatic theme playing)
( dramatic theme playing)
JEB: Doesn't that
hurt, Mr. Cooper?
Not really, Jeb.
Your mom's doing a great job.
Nice place you have here.
Tom built it. Mostly
all by himself.
Where you folks from?
Ohio.
We came west after the war.
Looks like you saw
your share of battle.
Yeah, reckon I did.
Is that what
happened to your leg?
Yes.
Happened at Shiloh.
You fight in the
war, Mr. Cooper?
Yeah, I did.
What side were
you on, Mr. Cooper?
Son.
Questions like
that ain't respectful.
My father took out 50 rebs.
MARY: Jeb, that's enough.
Now, I'll sew that shirt
up for you, Mr. Cooper.
Thank you, ma'am.
If you don't mind my asking,
what was that all about in town?
Silas Bedoe...
trying to scare me off my land.
We've managed to hold on so far,
but we might not be
able to much longer.
We're not going to
lose our land, Mary.
I got a hundred head of cattle,
but only 40 of them are in
my holding pasture right now.
I'm going up tomorrow
morning to get the rest down.
Pretty big job for one man.
Fella who usually helps me...
Someone beat
him, nearly to death.
Son.
He let out on us.
I ain't seen him again.
Hard to get help ever since.
I got three days left
to snake them out and sell them.
If I don't...
Well, the bank's
gonna take my place.
You're not gonna
let that happen,
are you, pa?
No, son. I'm not.
Here you go, Mr. Cooper.
Thank you, ma'am.
(coyotes yelping)
(Tom shouting)
(Tom shouting indistinctly)
(horse whinnies)
(shouting continues)
JEB: Ma?
MARY: Shush, Jeb.
He's just having another
one of his war dreams.
JEB: Are they ever gonna end?
MARY: I don't know, son.
Now, go back to bed.
(bleating)
(rooster caws)
Mind if I give you a hand?
(gun cocks)
But you don't owe
me, Mr. Cooper.
For nothing.
I know.
TOM: But I'd be much obliged.
( dramatic theme playing)
TOM: Get up! Come on!
(mooing)
(mooing)
(whistles)
Step up, now.
That's it.
That's it.
TOM: Son, get
the gate, will you?
There you go.
Got them all, Mary,
every last one.
That's wonderful.
Look at you two.
You're going to have to take
those clothes off, Mr. Cooper.
Ma'am?
You're filthy.
I'll clean them up for you.
You can wear some of Tom's.
I think you're about
the same size.
Thank you, ma'am.
When I make that
mortgage payment,
I wanna see the look on the face
of Mr. Sly Bedoe.
He'll probably choke.
Jeb, that's enough.
I can't tell you how
grateful we are.
It's been my pleasure.
What are you plans
now, Mr. Cooper?
Well, if your
husband doesn't mind,
I'll hang around long enough
to help him get
his cattle to market.
That's mighty
neighborly, Mr. Cooper.
I couldn't afford to pay you.
That's quite all
right, Mr. Wilson.
Your wife's cooking's
good enough for me.
(laughs)
Please, call me Tom.
Folks call me Cooper.
Will you teach me how to shoot?
Well, Jeb, there's more
important things to learn
than how to shoot.
Like what?
Reading and writing
and arithmetic.
I can do all that.
Ma taught me. Go ahead.
Ask me how to spell a word.
Okay. How about dog?
D-O-G.
Now give me a hard word.
All right.
Horse.
H-O-R-S-E.
Don't you know any
hard words, Mr. Cooper?
Well, I know some
hard words, Jeb,
but I don't know
how to spell them.
(giggles)
( ominous theme playing)
Hey, Jeb.
Hi, Miss Rose.
This is Hayes Cooper.
He's helping pa out on the farm.
We've sort of met.
Hi. I'm Sarah Rose, Mr. Cooper.
My pleasure, ma'am.
Her husband is dead.
I'm gonna go find
Aaron and Billy.
Um, sorry about your husband.
Oh, it's been five years.
He died of pneumonia.
You don't look much
like a hired man.
(laughs)
Well, I guess looks
can be deceiving, huh?
Yeah.
How's your knife wound?
Oh, uh, Mrs. Wilson sewed me up.
Oh, well, then
you're a lucky man.
Mary's one of the best
seamstresses in the valley.
BEDOE: Bounty hunter.
I couldn't help but notice
you drove Wilson's
wagon into town.
That's right.
I work for him now.
I didn't know he had
enough money to hire anyone.
Let's just say he can afford me.
Well, I also know you helped him
bring his herd down
from the high mesa.
You brought them down?
Yes, ma'am, we did.
And when is Wilson planning
to bring his herd to market?
Well, if it's any
of your business,
tomorrow.
You know, you're
new around here.
You don't know the situation.
What situation's that?
That Wilson is going under.
Now, he may sell his cattle,
which will bring his
mortgage current,
but then there's next month,
the month after that.
It's inevitable.
He's going to lose that farm.
Tell me something, Bedoe.
Why do you want
the Wilson spread?
The way I hear it
you own just about
everything around here.
Because I want it.
Well, don't hold your breath.
Ma'am, uh, I need, uh,
three spools of
number four wire,
a sack of flour,
and five gallons of kerosene.
I want to thank you for
helping out the Wilsons.
They're good folks.
Yes, ma'am, they sure are.
(cattle mooing)
(gunshots)
It's coming from
the holding pasture.
Son, stay with your mother.
(gunshots continue)
(horses whinny)
Oh, no.
Oh, my God!
(horse whinnies)
(cow groans)
(gun cocks)
(gunshot)
Dead, Cooper.
All my cattle are dead.
They're all dead.
He shot them all.
It's over now.
It's all over.
( dramatic theme playing)
( dramatic theme playing)
How much does Tom
Wilson owe on his ranch?
$700 in arrears.
I didn't ask you that.
I asked you how much he owed.
$4,500.
Okay, put out your hand.
I'm sorry, Mary.
I'm sorry I failed you.
Never should have
brought you out here.
I just...
I just thought we had a chance.
Don't talk like that.
We did have a
chance, a good chance.
Main thing is we
still have each other.
(crying)
Mary.
Easy.
Tom.
Silas Bedoe.
Coming to gloat.
No. Don't get
yourself killed, Tom.
No patch of dirt is worth that.
You'll get yours, Bedoe.
Well, it won't be
from you, Wilson.
You should have sold it to me
when you had the chance.
This is still my
property, Bedoe.
And I want you off of it.
BEDOE: That's right.
It is your property...
for a few more hours.
COOPER: Don't
be too sure, Bedoe.
Here, Tom.
This is yours.
Mary.
This is the deed to our land.
I think Mr. Wilson said
for you to get off his land.
Now.
Let's go.
Well, folks, let's
start unpacking.
Come on, Jeb. Let's get
this back in the house.
(laughs)
I'm putting an end to
this once and for all.
You hear?
I'll put an end to
it once and for all.
I want to send a
telegram to Rudd Kilgore.
(bell ringing)
Why don't you come
over around 4:00?
I'll make a special pot roast.
I got to give you
credit, Mr. Cooper.
You ain't much of a singer,
but you sure are loud.
Jeb.
That's all right, Tom.
He's just being honest.
Cooper.
For all you've done for us,
I'd like you to be my partner.
50-50. Half the ranch.
There's a great section of land
off to the west over
there by the river.
Perfect place for a home.
Private out there too.
Good growing soil.
Best sweet water spring
in these parts out there.
Be a fine place for a
man to raise a family.
Come on in, you two.
Dinner's almost ready.
You be thinking on
what I said, all right?
I will.
Mmm. Smells good, Mary.
Are we expecting company?
As a matter of fact, we are.
Whoa.
And there she is now.
Mr. Cooper, you
remember SarahRose.
Yeah. Yeah, we've met.
For your bountiful gifts
and infinite wisdom,
we thank you, lord.
And for sending
to us Hayes Cooper
who has proven
to be a good friend
in our family's time of need.
Amen.
ALL: Amen.
Son, napkin on your lap.
Oh. Excuse me, ma'am.
Gee, Mr. Cooper, I've never
seen you so nervous before.
MARY: Jeb.
JEB: It's 'cause
of you, Mrs. Rose.
On the way home from town,
Mr. Cooper talked
about you the whole time.
MARY: Jeb, that's enough.
JEB: But, ma, he did.
Um, Tom, would you
pass the potatoes, please?
Of course.
Excuse me.
Here, let me help you.
Yeah.
Thank you.
Sure is beautiful here.
Sure is.
That was a fine thing
you did, Mr. Cooper.
Well, when a man puts his
heart and soul into something,
it's kind of hard to sit back
and watch him lose it all.
And where do you put
your heart and soul, Mr. Cooper?
I haven't given it much thought.
Tom's offered me half the ranch.
Are you considering it?
Yeah.
I am considering it.
( romantic theme playing)
Sarah, this is the best
chicken I've ever eaten.
Thank you.
Oh, would you
care for some more?
Well, I was kind
of hinting at that.
(laughs)
SARAH: And where do you put
your heart and soul, Mr. Cooper?
So...
looks like we've found
ourselves a partner.
You won't find yourself
a finer woman than Sarah Rose.
Yes, ma'am, I know that.
She's not doing too
bad for herself either.
Thank you, ma'am.
(snoring)
(horse whinnies)
(men talking indistinctly)
MAN: That's him, ain't it?
That's Kilgore.
Come on, boys, mount up!
Got us a little job
over at Buckhorn.
KILGORE: Put it away, let's go!
MAN: Come on, let's go!
Come on!
MAN 2: Hyah!
Let's ride!
Yeehaw! Come on!
Whoo-hoo!
Hyah!
(horses whinny)
( dramatic theme playing)
( soft theme playing)
That's a swell likeness of ma.
Thank you, Jeb.
Have you drawn
any of Miss Rose yet?
Not yet.
Are you gonna marry
her and stay in Buckhorn?
(chuckles)
(both giggle)
Well, I been thinking about it.
WALKER: Hayes
Cooper would later write
that he'd never been happier
than he was that day,
sitting on the Wilsons' porch
with the first real friends
he had known in a long time.
Settling down was
very much on his mind.
Whoa. Whoa.
I dreamt about you last night.
I hope it was a good dream.
It was a great dream.
(both laugh)
Sarah.
I, uh... need to
ask you something.
What is it?
I don't know exactly
how to, um... say it.
Say what?
I've decided to
settle down here.
And you'd make me the
happiest man in the world if...
you'd settle down with me.
Hayes Cooper,
are you asking me to marry you?
Yes, ma'am.
KILGORE: Hayes Cooper!
You know who I am?
Yeah.
Rudd Kilgore.
Vigilante, scalp hunter,
just an all-around
egg-sucking dog.
(laughing)
That's you.
KILGORE: Egg-sucking dog, huh?
Well, you talk pretty big for
a man didn't come heeled.
I'm not looking
for trouble, Kilgore.
What you want
don't figure into it.
Cuadroza, give him your piece.
It pulls slightly
to the left, señor.
Cooper.
Stay back, Sarah.
Anytime you're ready.
(all laugh)
What do you know, boys.
A yellow-bellied bounty hunter.
(Kilgore laughs)
Hell, you ain't
even worth killin'.
Let's go, boys.
Yes.
What?
Yes, I will marry
you, Hayes Cooper.
I figured we'd put the
living room right here,
with a porch
overlooking the valley
and... our bedroom
right over here.
Then maybe put, uh,
your garden out there.
What do you think?
I love you, Hayes Cooper.
And I love you too, Sarah Rose.
(laughing)
WALKER: In all his years
of searching, Hayes
Cooper had never found
a moment where he could say,
"life doesn't get
any better than this."
That day, he found that moment.
MAN 1: Whoo!
MAN 2: Hyah! Hyah!
I'll ask Mary to be
my maid of honor.
I'm gonna ask Tom
to be my best man.
MAN: Ya-hah!
( dramatic theme playing)
(whooping)
Pa! Pa!
MAN 1: I got him! I got him.
MAN 2: Not yet, boys!
Run, Jeb!
(gun cocks)
Jeb!
(cries)
Jeb!
(screams)
(groans)
(gasps)
Hah!
(whooping)
Come on! Let's get out of here!
KILGORE: Move it out!
(groans)
Hyah!
Go on!
(all shouting)
MAN: We showed them!
( dramatic theme playing)
Mary! No!
Mary!
No, no, no!
(crying)
Oh, God!
WALKER: Cooper would later write
that he died that day.
And God help the men
he took to hell with him.
( ominous theme playing)
( light rock action
theme playing)
♪ 'Cause the eyes Of
the Ranger are upon you ♪
♪ Any wrong you
do He's gonna see ♪
♪ When you're in
Texas Look behind you ♪
♪ 'Cause that's where
The Ranger's gonna be ♪