>> ( music playing ) >> ( cattle mooing ) >> Bring 'em up, bring 'em up. >> Hyah! Get on over! >> All right, let's turn 'em right. Turn 'em right. >> Hyah! >> Put 'em on up. Move 'em up. >> Hyah! >> Easy. >> Frank, Frank, get the gate. >> Don't drive 'em too fast. I've got this side. >> All right. Get in there! >> All right. >> ( chuckles ) >> ( mooing, sizzling ) >> That's a boy. All right, let him up. Thanks, sweetheart. >> With it being Good Friday, I wish you boys would take the afternoon off. >> We're gonna have to hope the Lord will understand. Got a lot of branding left to do today. >> Yeah, with the war over and all these soldiers coming home, we might think about picking up a couple extra hands. >> What about me, Dad? I'm big enough to do a day's work. >> Well, I'm already counting you in, kid. Got enough wild cattle roaming around here to use a whole lot of men. Stand to make a whole lot of money in the next couple years. >> Then are we gonna drive north? >> Gonna have to. That's where the railroads are. >> When we hit the trail, I'm packing my own pistol. >> ( whistles ) >> Gonna be a gunslinger, huh, Frank? Your mama's gonna love that. >> It's Good Friday, men, let's not talk about guns today. >> Yes, ma'am. >> Looks like nothing but riffraff in this town now. I don't know we're gonna find any hands here. Whoa. >> I'm gonna go see if Smitty's got that rifle mended. >> All right. I'll look after supplies. Morning. >> Morning. >> Well, lookie what's coming. >> ( chuckles ) >> What you got to say about your president getting himself shot, boy? >> Lincoln's been shot? >> Stone-cold dead. We was just sayin' good riddance. >> I'm talking to you, boy. >> ( clamoring ) >> Next man who moves is never gonna move again. >> Well, he started it! >> ( horse neighs ) >> I'm not in the habit of giving orders twice. Now pick this man up and get on about your business. Get a move on! >> ( chatter ) >> Next time any of this Southern trash has a disparaging remark, Mr. Johnson, I give you permission to shoot the son of a bitch. >> Listen, is it true about President Lincoln being shot? >> I'm afraid so. His assassin's still at large, but they'll get him. How'd you like to wear a badge, Britt? >> A badge? >> Things are getting pretty wild around these parts. With his assassination, they'll get worse. I'll need to commission some deputy Federal Marshals. >> You wanna put me in charge of all these white boys? Well, that's more trouble than I'd volunteer for, Colonel. Although the offer is mighty tempting, I gotta admit. >> I don't offer it for the amusement. >> Well, me and my brother, we got a mighty big spread to take care of without any extra hands. No, I think I'd better stick to that. I do appreciate your offer, Colonel. >> The offer stands if you change your mind. >> Can't leave you alone for five minutes, you get into trouble. >> Lincoln's been shot. >> What? >> ( sighs ) >> World's gonna be a lot colder place with Mr. Lincoln gone. >> Who's gonna be fair enough and wise enough to put this country together again after five years of war? >> I guess we'll have to do it ourselves. >> Amen. >> May I be excused? I have stock to feed. >> ( door creaks ) >> We're gonna be in for tough times. We're gonna have hard and vengeful men in charge. Both North and South. >> Come Sunday, me, Mary, and Frank are gonna pay a visit to the new folks further down the creek. >> What, the Ramsey family? >> Yeah. They're having a real tough time getting a foothold out here. I figured I'd give 'em a hand rounding up some mavericks. >> Well, if you don't need me, I'm gonna spend my Sunday with my beautiful wife. >> We'll be back in a couple of days. >> ( horses whinny ) >> Where are you heading now? >> Gonna stop by the Johnson ranch, get that nigger. Teach him a lesson. >> Gotta get back to work, Glenn. Don't need any more trouble and lose my job. >> It's more important to me than punching cows. >> Deal me out. >> ( horse neighs, hoofbeats ) >> Well, if that doesn't make a baby, we'll just quit trying. >> Are you thinking about something, Sarah? >> No. Just about how far we've come from home. >> You worried about your family back in Carolina? >> Sometimes. I mean, I worry about them with the war going on. But, no. I'm here where I belong. I'm a Texan now. God help me. >> You know, we can pull up stakes if you want to. We don't have to stay. We can go anywhere we want. We can go to a big city or another country. Life is full of infinite choices. >> Do you really mean that? Is life full of infinite choices? >> Yeah, sure. As long as you don't lose your taste for adventure. >> I think... maybe... life gets its meaning from the way we live up to the choices and commitments that we've made. >> I know one thing-- I'm committed to you. >> ( horses neighing ) >> What is it? >> I don't know. I better go see. I'll be back in a minute. >> ( cattle moos ) >> Where's the nigger? >> ( groans ) >> Alan! >> ( screams ) >> Whoa! >> Alan. Alan. I'm-- I'm so sorry. >> ( door opens ) >> Don't suspect you got much of an appetite, but you gotta eat. Made you some of my hotcakes. Alan? Sometimes it sure does seem like this country does a whole lot more taking than it does giving. >> ( screams ) >> You talk to me or you die. >> ( door opens ) >> Alan? That snake that did it is called Carl Glenn. He's the man that I tangled with in town. He came out here looking for me and he found you and Sarah instead. His buddy says he's part of a bad bunch from up in Kansas. Probably headed back that way right now. Look, Alan, how soon before you're feeling strong enough to ride? >> He ain't ready to ride yet, Britt. >> ( coyote howling ) >> Alan... Alan... Alan... >> ( gunshot ) >> ( gasps ) >> ( groans ) >> That's good. That's good. All right, Frank. Step back. >> ( grunting ) >> When's Uncle Alan gonna get better, Pa? >> Soon. I hope. If he's trying to pull himself together, he's sure using the wrong medicine. >> Don't matter much. That killer's trail is cold by now. >> Damned if I'm gonna stick around here and watch him go down the same slope his daddy did. You know, it's proper and fitting for a man to grieve... but not like that. Alan, you gotta get on with your life. >> What the hell for? >> Because that's what Sarah would want. Think of all she went through just so we could have this place. >> You promised back in Carolina, when we were kids! You promised! When we cut hands, it made us blood brothers. We said we would never let each other down! Now, I took that to be a sacred bond and you did, too. >> I'm sorry-- You and Mary can have my share of the ranch. >> We don't want it. >> ( horse neighing ) >> Hey, you going after Sarah's killer? >> I'm just going. >> God be with you, then, brother. God be with you. >> Ain't you gonna go after him, Britt? >> Nope. Whatever he's gotta do, he's gotta do alone, Mary. Hyah! >> ( chain clinks ) >> Damn. Damn it! Damn it! >> Come in. Did you change your mind about that job, Mr. Johnson? >> Yes, sir. >> Why? >> Well, I know it's not exactly what you had in mind, Colonel McKensie, but I wanna go after Sarah's killer. >> I wasn't planning on hiring a man who's leaving town. >> Yes, sir. But a murderer is a murderer and I'm planning on going after him anyway. That badge sure would help. >> The good people of this community have a lot of respect for you, Britt. And they're very disturbed about what happened to Sarah Johnson. If a badge will help... it's yours. Do you swear to uphold the laws of the United States with honor and diligence as long as you wear this badge? >> Yes, sir. I do. >> When you find that killer, I want you to remember you're a deputy US Marshal. You bring him in for a proper trial and hanging. >> Hasenpfeffer. That's rabbit to you, friend. Need some cloves and a couple of bay leaves, which I cannot procure in this part of the world. Otherwise, it's authentic German recipe. You look like you could use a hearty meal. >> Have you got any whiskey? >> Only some old German home brew. Injuns traded for the bottled goods. >> I'll take it. >> You should try a sample first. It's strong enough to melt iron. >> Give me it. Thank you. >> ( coughs ) >> It's fine. That's fine. >> ( coins jingling ) >> How much? >> Four bits. >> Here. >> Yeah, the company was called the Society for the Protection of German Immigrants of Texas. See, the stupid noblemen thought they could bring over German workers and open up markets for German products. Well, right after I came in '45, the fools went bust. So there I was, stuck. You trying to kill yourself, mister? >> You got any more? >> Uh, I don't know what sorrows you are trying to drown, but another jug of that poison could kill you. >> You give me another jug. >> Take it and be damned. >> ( coins clink ) >> Thank you. >> How long you figure you'll be gone? >> As long as it takes to do the job, Mary. Look, it's not just for Alan. It's for us, too. >> I know. >> Frank, you've always wanted to do a man's work. I'm sorry to put it all on ya. >> It's all right. I can handle it. >> Yeah, I know you can. You just let those cattle drift if you have to. We'll gather them up when I get back. Take care of the horses and look after your mother. >> Take care of yourself, Dad. I just wish I could ride along. >> ( chatter ) >> Who was she? >> What? >> The lady behind the bottle. A man drinks like you do, it's either a woman or bad luck. Which is it? >> Both. >> Well, maybe that's about to change. Mind if I join you? This one's on the house. >> Thank you. >> You're a lot better-looking than the usual saddle tramp stops by here. >> Well, I'm not a saddle tramp. >> Whatever you say, pretty boy. They call me Pussycat Nell. >> Nice to meet you. >> I'll provide you with all the whiskey you want, providing you do the entertaining. >> Entertaining? Entertaining who? >> ( giggles ) >> Who do you think? >> ( mumbles ) >> I'm not interested. >> ( patrons yell ) >> Get this garbage outta here. >> All right, boys, I think you won. Now why don't you just pick him up and bring him over to the jail for me? >> ( man coughing ) >> Hey, Sheriff. Sheriff. >> He's dead. >> Aren't you gonna take him outta here? >> What for? He ain't in no hurry to go anywhere. It might do you good to take a hard look at him, son. You have a pleasant evening? What'd you two talk about? Are you gonna tell me what's bothering you? Well, I ain't gonna solve anything keeping you in here. How 'bout some coffee? >> Thanks. I'm looking for a man named Carl Glenn. >> Glenn? >> He and I have a score to settle. >> Well, you just go to the worst hellholes in Kansas and look for blood on the ground. That might be a sign he's in the territory. >> I'm gonna need better directions than that. >> You head east along the border, you ask around. He's got a real bad reputation. >> Thanks. >> I gotta warn you about something, son. That's real lawless country over there. Got roving bands of cutthroats, small armies of jayhawkers running rough-shod over everybody. Hardly bother to hide anymore. Nobody will go up against 'em. >> Well, thanks for your hospitality. >> Been quite a while, but I remember your friend. He sure was drinking, I tell you that. >> Best rabbit stew I ever ate. Well, Herman, I best be going. >> You'll find your friend along the whiskey trail, Marshal, I bet you. I've seen drunks like him before. >> No, you haven't. This man has got as much reason for drinking as any man alive. Thanks for the meal. >> That's a lawman. >> Yeah. >> Let him through. Come on, let him through. >> Morning... >> Morning. >> ...boys. >> Come on, let's ride. Hyah. >> ( banging ) >> ( chatter ) >> Kinda interesting rig you got there. Are you a surveyor? >> Nope. >> What are you doing? >> Surveying. Only got this damn job because I got a pocket compass. >> Maybe a little to the left. >> Can I do something for you? >> Oh, I'm looking for a man named Carl Glenn. >> Don't know him. I just got here. Town's been in existence only about a week. Go see Jason Hicks. >> Jason Hicks? >> Yeah, he's a newspaper editor. Better take a bottle with you. >> Thank you. >> Okay, yeah-- no, pound it in there. Just-- yeah. >> A newspaper is the mother's milk of an infant town and not for the reporting of local events. No, sir. It's to get the message out to prospective settlers that there's nowhere on God's green Earth more excellent for settling than Medicine Lodge, Kansas. >> Oh, you go ahead, Mr. Hicks. Drinking doesn't suit me. >> ( chuckles ) Well, it suits me fine, so I'm obliged. >> What about Glenn? >> Well, you've come to the right man, I'll tell you that. Nothing happens in this part of Kansas that I don't get wind of. This filing system leaves a great deal to be desired. I'm better at finding stuff if I'm drinking. Better at writing editorials, too. Liquor oils the rusty gears of my brain a little bit, I guess. Ah! Glenn has been known to ride with a colorful desperado by the name of John Dunn. Natchez John Dunn, ex-Confederate guerilla leader. >> Colorful, huh? >> So to speak. A couple of cowboys spotted Dunn and his men hanging around Garden City. It's a town about 30 miles down the line. >> Thank you. >> Much obliged. >> ( horse neighs ) >> What's going on here, fellas? >> I don't know, Marshal. >> He was the stationmaster here. The Overland Stage. Nice old man. >> Did you see the men who did this? >> I only remember one man, Marshal. Had a reddish birthmark on his face here. >> Carl Glenn. Well, you fellas better cut him down. >> Rider coming in. >> ( thunder rumbles ) >> ( horse snorts ) >> ( horse snorts ) >> If you're as nervous as I am, Joey, don't you dare let them see it. Good boy. I'm looking for Natchez John Dunn. >> You're looking at him. >> I was thinking y'all could use an extra gun. >> What makes you think you're qualified to ride with me? >> Wanna try me? >> Well, well, well. We got ourselves a live one here, boys. You got a name, mister? >> Alan Johnson. Pretty big name down in Texas these days. >> Well, I've never been to Texas. >> Yeah, well, me and some of my friends, we've been draining some banks down there. >> Uh-huh. I'm sorry, I just never heard of you. Who are your friends? >> Carl Glenn for one. >> Now there's a name we're all familiar with, huh, boys? If you so successful down in Texas, what are you doing up here? >> Well, it's getting a little hot for us down there and Carl said maybe we should split up. I should come look you up. Said there's a lot less law up here in Kansas. >> Now that's a fact. That's the God's truth. The law's sort of taken a bit of a vacation up here in Kansas. Very convenient for our profession. >> You don't look like no one Glenn would pal up with, mister. Why don't you describe him for us? >> Son, I'm talking to the adults in charge here. Why don't you stay out of it? >> How do we know you ain't the law or some kind of damn bounty hunter?! >> 'Cause if I was, you'd be dead and tied across your saddle right now. Mr. Dunn, you gonna introduce me to your friends here? >> Mm-hmm. That over there is Mr. Smith... Mr. Sharps, and this frisky young fella here is Mr. Longbaugh. Why don't you put that gun away, boy, and go shake the man's hand? Be polite and shake the man's hand, boy. >> Carl Glenn's a big man with an ugly strawberry-colored birthmark right across his face. >> Anyone could know that. >> Son, I got one rule in life; only shoot people that need killing. You challenge me one more time, you're gonna fall right into that category. >> Ooh-whee. You got style. You do. You got style, Mr. Johnson. Either that or you're trying to commit suicide. I like that. You want a coffee? >> Thank you. Good boy. >> I let him cool his heels with a corpse for a while. That seemed to sober him up a bit. He was, uh-- he was asking after a gunman name of Carl Glenn. >> Which way was he headed? >> My guess would be east of here. What's his beef with Glenn? >> The man murdered his wife. Much obliged, Sheriff. >> Marshal, if he's going after Carl Glenn, I wouldn't expect to see him alive again. >> I got a feeling you're gonna run into your friend Glenn soon. >> What are you gonna steal in here? >> You'd be surprised. I've had my eye on this place for some time now. Sharps, you stay the horses and cover the front. Let's just give 'em a minute here. We don't wanna make it look like we're crowding into the place. >> ( chatter ) >> All right. Howdy. >> What'll you gents have? >> Whiskey. >> ( coin clinks ) >> Just leave the bottle. To your health, friend. There is a lot of money floating about in here. >> Have to get past that shotgun in the corner. >> Yeah. Yeah. Watch and learn. Everybody, stay down. Just stay down, you're all gonna get the same. You understand me? Now, boy... Thank you. Now, now. Life's just a gamble, gentlemen. Better luck next time. >> ( groans ) >> All right, come on! Let's get those boys, come on! >> Come on! >> ( gunshots ) >> ( groans ) >> We gotta go back and get the money now. >> You crazy? Forget it! >> All right, Mr. Sharps, I want you to double back and make sure we ain't being followed. All right, move it up. >> That was quite a lesson in saloon robbing there, Natchez. >> I'm obliged to you for saving my life, Mr. Johnson, but I got a rule, too; I'll shoot anyone who laughs at my failures. Get off the horse. I just need to borrow it. All right, camp here for the night, but don't be lighting no fires. >> That leg of yours needs tending to, Natchez. >> I ain't got no time. >> You going somewhere? >> Yes, I am. I got no horse, I got no money, and I am running out of patience. You give me that booze, boy. You lay off this stuff, you hear me? >> ( grunts ) >> All right, keep your eyes open for the posse now. I'll be back shortly. >> You heard what he said. No booze. >> ( owl hooting ) >> To hell with this. >> Might be a good idea to get some sleep, son. >> I ain't sleepy. >> I need this job. Don't you spoil it for me. >> ( gun chamber clicking ) >> ( horse neighs ) >> Rider coming in. >> Whoa. >> You boys been keeping each other entertained? >> Yeah, Longbaugh been telling me bedtime stories here all night. >> Good. Saddle up. We got a rendezvous with the Overland Stage, boys. Now. >> ( banging ) >> Natchez and his boys have been working hard in these parts lately. And I know there's a new man riding with them. >> A new man? >> Oh, I don't know his name, but I wouldn't be surprised if it's the same one who came through here asking after that infamous fellow Carl Glenn. I directed him toward Natchez Dunn. How's a deputy US Marshal get to be friends with a man who goes around with Natchez Dunn robbing crossroads joints? Pretty interesting story here, Marshal. You wouldn't mind if I tag along for a bit, would you? >> Hicks, I'm already chasing after one drunk, I don't need another one trailing along behind me. >> Well, the man I talked to wasn't a drunk. Wouldn't even have a drink with me, in fact. >> Well, maybe he's turned himself around some. I recommend that you follow the same advice, my friend. Thanks for the information. >> Marshal, I've seen a lot of it... >> What's that? >> ...hard times. This wild country can turn good men into bad. >> Not this man. I don't believe it. >> ( horse neighs ) >> Hate to bring up a sore subject, boss, but do we have a better plan this time? >> Yes, we do, Mr. Johnson. When we get outta here, I want you to take that lead horse and slow that team down. We'll take care of the rest. >> Boys, ready? >> Hyah! >> Riders! Hyah! Get up now! >> God dang, get that thing loaded! >> You pull up now, boys! >> Pull it up now or we're gonna fire, understand me? >> Whoa! Whoa! >> ( grunts ) >> Eh, fire that thing and he's dead. >> Drop that gun, Pinkerton. You lose. >> This shotgun makes a bigger hole than a .44, Mr. Dunn. >> Well, you ain't gonna live to enjoy it. Now all we want is that cash box, mister. >> Not this time, Natchez. >> ( gun clicks ) >> Game's over. Drop it... now. >> Well, well, well... the Prodigal Son's come home. Get that cash box down! >> Ain't nothing in it but a bunch of legal papers. >> Mr. Johnson, come on over here and say hi to somebody. >> Who the hell is he? >> Sorry, Natchez, I lied about being his friend, but I needed a job with a good outfit. >> I don't cotton to liars using my name. >> How much we got? >> The driver's right, boss. >> Supposed to be 20,000 in cash on this stage. Cattle drivers' money. Well, looks like you made a real big mistake. >> Not by much. It come through last night. >> So I'm surrounded by mistake artists. I'm surrounded by liars. I think I just may have to shoot everybody. And I think I'm gonna start with you. Well, well... now. Who's your friend, Carl? >> We hadn't introduced ourselves, but now the cat's out of the bag, I bet we become real good friends. >> My name is Hallie Russell. >> Hello, Hallie Russell. Well, you may not make up for that absent $20,000, but you're gonna have to do. How 'bout you come with us? >> I'm worth a lot more than $20,000, Mr. Dunn. >> Oh, and how's that? >> My husband is Jed Russell of Abilene, Kansas. >> Never heard of him. >> He's one of those wealthy cattle dealers that you're trying to rob. >> Oh. >> And he'll pay a large ransom for my return. As long as I'm returned unmolested. >> Lady, a little molesting's been on my mind for miles now. >> Are you going to throw me to one of your dogs or do you wanna make a lot of money? >> I think we oughta take her up on that proposition. >> I think you're right, Mr. Johnson. Mr. Smith, why don't you help up Mrs. Russell here on one of them saddle horses? Oh, and Mr. Johnson here will look after you. He's a real gentleman. Much like myself. >> ( chuckles ) >> Come on, let's move out. Thanks for your time, gentlemen. >> ( gunshots ) >> Nice company you keep, Mr. Johnson. >> In here, boys, in here. Well, this looks like a fine place for a rest stop, boys. Why don't you guys just get out of here and let me have a talk with Mrs. Russell alone now? You, too, Mr. Johnson. >> Oh, yes, sir. >> Get off your horse, Mrs. Russell. >> I don't trust this new fella at all. >> Wanna help me kill him? >> Kill him yourself, kid. If you got the nerve for it. >> See now, what I don't understand about this is why would a very rich husband allow someone that looks like you to travel across this lawless territory alone? >> He didn't let me. >> I'm listening. >> ( fly buzzing ) >> It was my decision. My mother's ill in Chicago. She's not expected to make it out the month. She needs me. >> Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. Well, you're still gonna make it there if your husband will pay the price. But, see... now if I send a ransom note by public telegraph, then someone's gonna send the law after me. >> I'll send the telegraph. My husband would come anywhere if I ask him to. Wouldn't you? >> How much money do you think you're worth? >> Oh, I don't know. Try 100,000. I just wanna get out of this safe and sound, Mr. Dunn. >> Well... you listen to me. See now, I got nothing to lose by trying this, but believe me, lady, you do. If you're just trying to buy some time... >> I'm no fool and I expect you're not either. We'll just have to trust each other. >> 'Kay. All right, boys, move it on outta here. >> ( telegraph clicking ) >> Marshal, your hunch was right. A man fitting that description was on the stage boarded at Garden City. >> Strawberry-colored birthmark? >> On his face. >> Thanks. >> ( horse neighs ) >> Whoa. All right, hyah! >> ( groans ) >> Maybe you should go into town, Natchez, and get a doctor to look at that leg. And have Mrs. Russell here telegraph Abilene while you're at it. >> Mr. Smith's all the doctor I'm gonna need, Mr. Johnson. Why don't you take Mrs. Russell inside and tie her up? I give you permission to shoot anybody who bothers her. >> Mr. Longbaugh, it's time for that drink now. >> ( yelling ) >> ( chatter ) >> You ready, boss? >> ( grunts ) >> Damn! >> Mr. Johnson? >> ( thunder rumbles ) >> Could you loosen these ropes for me? They're tearing up my wrists. Thanks. I figured you for a gentleman. >> I might have been one time. Life has a way of changing such notions. >> Stay and talk to me. Please. >> Where'd you serve in the war? >> I didn't. >> Good Southern boy like you didn't fight for the honor of Dixie? >> Ma'am, I didn't see any honor in fighting for slavery. >> We're on the same side, then. >> What, you were in the war? >> Yes. >> Doing what? >> I was a spy for the Union. >> ( chuckles ) >> Spy... what do you know? I bet you're a pretty good one. You have to lie pretty well in that job. I didn't think you were from the South. I don't think there's any rich husband. There's no big ransom. Reckon, I guess, you're not even married. >> Are you? >> No. >> And I bet you're not an outlaw either. >> No, ma'am. >> So why are you riding with them? Which one are you planning to kill? It's the one with the birthmark on his face, isn't it? >> How'd you guess him? >> I've seen you looking at him. He's the one I'd shoot first. >> It's quite a party. A good party needs a woman. What do you say, Natchez? >> What's the reason you wanna kill Glenn? >> I really don't wanna go into that, ma'am. Excuse me. >> Why is it that you're the only one in this whole bunch that's not interested in me? >> There's another woman. >> You could say that. >> Do you wanna tell me about her? >> No, ma'am. No, I don't. >> I know what you're planning to do. The boys are out there drinking and you're gonna make your move tonight. You're not a gunman. There's five of them and one of you. Why not wait until we ride into town to telegraph my imaginary husband? Better chance for a showdown, other people, possibly a lawman. >> I would kill him tonight. I would've shot him today if... >> It's a long time until tomorrow. Why don't you sit down? >> ( man coughing ) >> I've been in worse situations than this. >> Well, I wouldn't be so sure, ma'am. That Natchez finds out that you're bluffing-- >> For three days, I was trapped in a barn, in a hayloft with a dozen "Reb" soldiers drinking below me. It was in the Shenandoah Valley at the beginning of the war. For three days, I couldn't move. And then there was a Yankee raid and they set the barn on fire. But I got out. Mississippi... well, that was another adventure. I had to stand on a promontory all night watching for Confederate ships. Grant... >> ( giggles ) ...he was determined to take Vicksburg. >> ( sighs ) >> Mrs. Russell, thank you for telling me your stories. Another time, I'd like to hear more, but, uh, I think tomorrow might be a big day. We should probably get some sleep. I'll be right outside. Good night. >> Good night. >> ( floorboards creaking ) >> ( clears throat ) >> Good morning, Mrs. Russell. It's time to put my name on your dance card. >> ( bangs ) >> Mr. Johnson? >> That's right. From Elm Creek, Texas. >> ( gun cocks ) >> You killed my wife. >> Don't move! >> What the hell was that? >> What's going on here? >> Smith! Smith, you get after him now! >> ( gunshot ) >> You go on and get a horse. Get outta here. I'm gonna draw their fire. >> ( gunshots ) >> What's Glenn shooting at? Go help him, boy. Glenn! >> ( gunshots ) >> He's running, Longbaugh! Move out! >> ( gunshots ) >> Honey, get on your horse. Get on your horse right now, you're coming with me. Get on that. All right, you fool with me and I'll put a bullet in you, lady. >> ( horse neighs ) >> Natchez! Now's your chance, kid. You kill him. >> ( groans ) >> Go! >> You wouldn't shoot another Negro, would you? >> ( birds cawing ) >> Don't bet on it. >> ( horse neighs ) >> ( grunting ) >> Hey, Britt! Britt! >> Alan! You all right? >> Hey, Britt, don't stop. Keep going, drive him that way. >> We'll get him. >> ( gunshots ) >> Whoa, whoa. Whoa, now. You save those bullets, Glenn. We're going down. >> ( horses neighing ) >> Lady, get down here. Now! What the hell? What got him so riled up? >> Your charming friend killed his wife. >> Well, well, lookie here. You drop that gun now, Johnson, or she's as good as dead. >> ( groans ) >> ( gun clicking ) >> ( yelling ) >> Alan! Don't do it! We gotta take him back for proper justice. Alan! >> ( bell tolling ) >> ( chatter ) >> ( crowd gasps ) >> Good luck, ma'am. >> I see Colonel McKensie got you some protection. >> Just 'til the stage at Austin. >> Where you headed? >> Chicago. My mother is ill. I was telling the truth about that. If you're ever up that way, I won't be hard to find. >> I don't doubt that at all. >> Alan. >> Yes, ma'am. >> Thank you. >> Ma! Pa! >> Hey, Frank. We're home. Whoa. Welcome home, brother. >> You go on ahead with your family, Britt. I'll be along in a minute. >> Sure. >> ( music playing )
