(dramatic music) - It's you. I heard they let you out. I was glad when I heard. I never thought you was
guilty in the first place. (dramatic music) You can asked anybody. She's resting fine now. it was scarlet fever,
just about one month ago. If they had let you
out a few weeks sooner. You ain't planning on
staying around here, are you? You'd be welcome
back, of course. I was only thinking
of you and memories. (dramatic music) (dramatic music) - Hey Mister, we sure
are glad to see ya. We got ourselves robbed. They took everything
they could carry off, including our team. - They haven't been gone long. You can catch up to
them pretty easy. - Chasin' down armed men
ain't ever easy, sorry. - They stole nearly
everything we have. Now if you help us out here, I'll see to it you
get a reward for it. - I make it a rule
never to get tangled in other people's problems. See it never pays off. - Mister, I'm in
a tight spot here. - I got business in Placerville. Here's some water and somebody
will be along in a bit. - Well, you're not much better
than those outlaws were, leaving us out here like this. - What makes you think I'm
not an outlaw myself, ma'am? (dramatic chord) Let's go. - [Bartender] Did you leave any of that road outside
in the street? - [Man] You know anybody
around here by the name of. - [Man] Hobbs! Double dealing dog, Hobbs! - This just ain't your
lucky day now, is it? - [Man] It ain't yours either. - Put it down. Put it down. - Well, now there's a man who ain't afraid
to do what's right. Mister, what you
doing this for anyway? - Oh, we just gonna talk a bit. - If all you want is to talk, we can gob back to
that card house in town and talk like civilized men. Hey! - [] Where's the goId? - Gold? - Four years ago, you, Willet and the rest of your gang
robbed a payroll train. Got away with a hundred
thousand dollars in gold, and I want it and I want it now. The fact is we never got
that gold off the train. - Starting to get
nervous, Hobbs. - Wait a minute, we
never could have got all that gold off the train, got away with half the
U.S. army chasing us. We got a guy on the train
named Floyd Jackson. Jackson took the
gold off the train in Sacramento and hid it. I'm really twitchin' now. I swear I ain't Iyin', Mister. Here, reach in my vest pocket. Go on. Go ahead. That's a map to where it's hid. - That's a half a map. - That's right. Ain't no good without
the other half. Jackson figured if he led
us to the gold straightaway, Willet would have
killed him and his wife, so he made up that map,
and he gave the other half to his brother
Dwight for insurance. He was so mad, he
shot him anyhow. I didn't like what was
going on, so I took that map and I lit out with it. - Where's Dwight Jackson now? - He's been hiding out
the last 3 years like me. He got ahold of me and
said we was gonna meet the fourth of July. Said we'd put them maps together and split the gold and that
way nobody'd get killed. - Willet already
spoiled that plan. - We was to meet in a
little mining town up in the mountains,
name of Fairplay. - All right, Hobbs. You and me's gonna
go to Fairplay, and I'm gonna show
you to Jackson. But I want you to remember
something real good, it don't make much
difference to me whether he sees you breathing or not. (dramatic music)
(wind whistling) Ain't there a road to this town? - [Hobbs] Sure is, a good one, but what if Jackson's sitting
beside it with a Sharps rifle? - I thought you
two were friends? - With a hundred
thousand dollars, you can afford new friends. How is it you come
to know so much about the robbery
in the first place? - There was a
fifth man with you. - That's right. Little Jamie, he got
himself all shot up and killed when he
tried to double back and surprise the payroll guards. - Yeah, well I came
on him before he died, tried to help him, but
he was too far gone. But before he kicked
he talked to me. He led me to Willet and
Willet led me to you, Hobbs. - Helping Jamie
the way you done, folks could have got the
idea you was in on it too. - Several people did. - You went to prison for that? Mister, you are one unlucky man. (gun fires) - Mister, you may be fast,
but you ain't that fast. - I don't like people
pointing guns at me, mister. - Not particularly
fond of it myself. (whacks)
(cries out) - Let's get the money from
Hobbs and get out of here. (wind whistling) - Mister, what happened to you? - Horse threw me. - I heard a gunshot. - Yeah, well, I was trying
to get somebody's attention. Looks like it worked, huh? - You're under arrest. - What, there's a law against
getting thrown by your horse? - No, there's a law against
holding folks up on the highway. Somebody robbed a freight wagon outside of
Placerville yesterday. You look like you
might just be somebody. (dramatic music) Nothing quite like the
sound of iron bars closing behind a man, but I expect
you heard it before. - I don't expect me
being innocent's gonna affect my sentence anyhow? - What's your business, Mister? - Kincaid, Jake Kincaid. Ranch work when I can get it. - There iss few ranches up
in these here mountains. - Oh, I had a place
around Grass Valley. Take a little holiday. Heard y'all have a
pretty good fourth of July celebration here. - What were you
doing up on Sawtooth instead of coming
in on the main road? - I guess I took a wrong turn. - I guess you did. Oh Emma, I was just
gonna come see you. - Sam told me you had
one of the robbers here. Did he have my money on him? - Oh, not two bits and
he says he didn't do it. You recognize him? - I sure do, and he's
a lowdown, dirty skunk. He's just not the lowdown,
dirty skunk that robbed us. He was there all right, too busy with his own concerns
to help us out though. - Well, can I go now? - Not just yet. - She said I'm innocent. What more do you want? - She said you didn't rob her. That doesn't mean
you're innocent. I'll look into that myself. - [Emma] Talbert
came by last night, made me another
offer on my land, happened to hear I
was short on cash. Turned him down flat, of course. Don't you think it's
a little suspicious that he knows about the
robbery almost before you do. - I don't have any proof, Emma. - Pretty convenient for
him I'm robbed just now. Why don't you sell
Talbert your place? - What? - Sell him your place. Emma, Talbert's a bad man. He's used to
getting his own way, and I can't watch over
you day and night. - Nobody's asking you to, Bob. I'm not going to sell,
and if Talbert gets that deed to my land, it
will be over my dead body. - Emma, that's what
I'm trying to prevent! - Well, we're doing
the best we can. - Well, your best ain't
addin' up to spit. Now listen up, I don't
want any more funny business like we
had the other day. Now you two water heads
better find a way to persuade Emma Wilson to sell out
or you're out of a job. - Sheriff Logan. - Sheriff Logan is in my pocket. Now I want that deed in my
hand by the end of the week, or I may just have
you arrested myself. Now get out of my sight! (dramatic music) - Morning, sheriff. - Oh, JW, Mary Ann. Haven't you had that baby yet? - Well, this baby's gonna be
as stubborn as his father is. He's just gonna do
things in his own time. - Oh, don't you be
too tough on JW. I mean, he moves
at his own pace, but he does the smart
thing in the end. He married you, didn't he? - Sheriff, I heard about that
freight wagon getting robbed. Did the fella you
brought in do it? - I'm looking into it, JW. - Now sheriff, if you need
any help, or if I can do any. - JW, JW, I fired you so that you can spend
more time with this family you're
building here, so you can take a more
sensible job rather than out on the trail
eating dust with me. All right. You two go on. (upbeat music) (shatters) (upbeat music) Gents, haven't seen
you around before. - Is there a law against
being new in town, sheriff? - No, I just like to know the
comings and goings of my town. - Your town? Talbert owns this town,
everybody knows that. - Maybe but this
badge and the jail that goes with it belong to me. - I'm Griggs. This here's Bickford. Like it says there,
we're in the employ of the Talbert Lumber Company. Since it's the
Talbert Lumber Company that feeds the horse
in this one-horse town, that makes us important people. That's right. - Well, where were you two important people
yesterday afternoon? - Talbert at the mill. - Doing what? - He hired us to manage
the whole operation. - You two don't
look bright enough to manage an empty outhouse. - You can't talk
to us like that. - Sit down and shut up. Now let me tell (dramatic music)
(crying out) Ow, ow, ow. (laughing) - [Griggs] Come on back
when you can stay a while! - Why bother to come see me when you won't take my advice? - I keep waiting for
your advice to improve. - It won't. You know, that bullet in your
chest is starting to move. A smarter doctor, a younger
doctor might be able to get to it, but if I
tried with these hands, I'm liable to finish
what Quinn started. You need a surgeon,
not a sawbones. - I can't leave town right now. - People would understand. They're your friends. Emma Wilson would. - Don't you say a word
to Emma or anybody else. - Well, if that chunk
of lead gets loose and travels to your heart, people are gonna
find out soon enough. - I'll think about it. - Don't take too long, Bob! - I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I can't, I'm sorry. I can't, I'm sorry. - Kincaid! Kincaid, I just got
a wire back on you. Says here you served four years
in the territorial prison. And since you're not
wanted for anything at the moment, you can go. - How about my gun? - I'll hang on to that
'til you leave town. - Anybody show up with my horse? - Check with Luther
in the livery. Maybe he knows something. Kincaid, maybe Luther has
a horse you can have cheap, 'cause I know that you're real anxious to get back on
your way, aren't ya? (dramatic music) - Most folks know
better than to try and cross a street when Asa
Wandel's delivering the mail. You must be new here. - Yeah, I must be. - Well, welcome to Fairplay. Sure hope you like our town. (dramatic music) (upbeat music) - Name your poison. - Whiskey. - I couldn't help notice you're
not from around these parts. By gosh, aren't you the
man that Bob Logan brought into town in front of
a gun this morning? Just 'tween us, what'd you do? - Come here, just
between us, murder. See, I killed a nosey
bartender in Placerville. - Hey, no offense, stranger. I'm just naturally curious. I like to talk to people. It comes with the job. (snoring) - What? What is it? What? You, what are you doing here? - A horse threw me,
I thought somebody might have showed
up here with it. - No, no, and I don't
know why you think I'd lift a finger to
help even if he did. Those bandits ran off with
my spectacles yesterday. Now that I get a better look, where do you come from, Mister? - Around, places. - Places like Shiloh? Gettysburg? Jake Kincaid. Jake Kincaid is who you are. I knew I knew you from the war. It was Major Kincaid then. - That was a long time ago. - It was a long time ago. There's times it seems
like it was just yesterday. Luther Hanks, I served under you in the 101 st Georgia regulars, but you wouldn't have any
reason to remember me. - Well, you feel I don't? As I recall, you were the worst
shot in both armies, Hanks. A gunnery sergeant at that. - Major, my eyes got so bad, I got to where I couldn't
tell the front side of a blue uniform from the
backside of a gray one. Y'all made me the
company blacksmith and that was before I
could do any real damage. We nearly whooped 'em,
though, didn't we, Major? - That we almost did, Hanks. Up until Gettysburg. - That wasn't your fault,
you had your orders. I wouldn't say this
to anybody north of the Mason Dixon
line, but General Lee was out of general that
day, simple as that. He flat made a mistake
giving that order. - And I made a bigger
one following it. Well, truth is, Hanks, I'm a little down on
my luck right now. What I could use is a job. I'd do anything around this
livery you need me to do. - Job's not mine to give. I just work here myself. - Who do I talk to then? - Well, Major. - Hear you own the livery. - That's right. - Well, Luther Hanks
looks like he can use some help over there,
and I can sure use a job. - I was robbed
yesterday, remember? I don't have the money
to hire any help. - Well, maybe we
can make us a trade for some supplies,
use of a horse. - Mister, I've made
it a rule to never get myself tangled up in
other people's troubles. It just never seems to pay off. Hold on. I guess it's not very Christian
like of me to turn down a man looking for
good, honest work if you're willing to work in exchange of the
trade of a mule. - Mule? - Take it or leave it. - I'll take it. - In that case, I think I
have the perfect job for you. - Forgot to tell you she
has a sense of humor. - Yeah, I can't stop laughing. - I can't stand to watch
this even with my eyesight. I'm going over to the saloon,
see if anybody needs me. - Hey boy, watch our horse
and see they get some water. - Yeah sure. In case anybody asks, who
do I say they belong to? - Mr. Griggs and Mr. Bickford. Do a good job and I'll see
that you get an extra nickel. - That was a good one, Griggs. (dramatic music) - Thanks, Emma. Hey! Hey! - Ma'am, you owe the
Talbert Lumber Company 175 dollars for lumber. Talbert sent us to collect. - Talbert knows I don't
have that kind of cash. I'd have to draft a bank note
to get that kind of cash. - Talbert was real clear
with us on that, cash. - Well, I don't have the cash, so you'll just have to
take back the lumber. - We don't want the lumber. We got a saw mill. We got all the lumber we need. - Looks like we got ourselves
a little problem here, now don't we? Must be something
on these shelves worth a few dollars,
huh, Bickford? (shatters) - Don't do that. - Maybe next time
you'll think twice before you order lumber
you can't pay for. - Ow! - How about that keg
of molasses over there? How about a couple
sacks of flour? - That's a good idea, I'm
partial to biscuits and gravy. - Yeah, maybe you
should cook me up some biscuits and
gravy, huh, sweety? Yeah. - Leave her be. - You best get back
to the manure pile, sodbuster, before I
blast you back there. - You boys better get on your
horses and get on out of here. - Are you stupid? I'm holding a gun. - Griggs is a dangerous man. He's killed many a
fool such as yourself. Now you best tuck
your tail and get. (whacking)
(crying out) - What's going on in here? - We were going
about our business when this crazy
sodbuster came in. Broke a frying pan
over Griggs' head. - All right, what
happened in here? - These two are
working for Talbert and decided to take
it out on my store, and this one came in. - All right, you two, come on. - You mean to arrest us? - Yes, I do. - [Bickfrod] Well,
what about him? - Not just yet. Now get up, let's go. Come on! - Well, I thought
you didn't believe in getting yourself tangled
up in other people's troubles. - I guess I act sometimes before my good sense catches up to me. Well, I best get back
to my perfect job. - Mister. - Yeah? - You just helped me out here and I don't even know your name. - Kincaid. - Well, Mr. Kincaid, looks like I'm gonna need an extra
hand around here after all, that is if you're willing
to trade for supplies. - Yes, ma'am. I'd be interested in that. Thank you. - Still need that
horse, Mr. Kincaid? - Yes, ma'am, until
mine shows up. - Well, I had a building that
was burnt down a while back and I was thinking
about having it rebuilt. What kind of carpenter are ya? - Well, I can hit a nail, yeah. - Like I said, I
don't have any money, but I can trade you
for some more supplies, maybe a new set of clothes. It looks like you could use 'em. Do we have a deal? - We got a deal. - You do understand this is
strictly business, don't you? - Oh, yes, ma'am, this is
strictly business, yeah. (dramatic music) - Pretty nice shirt
you're wearing, Major. Miss Emma give you that? - Yeah. - I always knew she was
generous, but a shirt like that? - It's just a shirt, Hanks. Just a shirt. (chuckles) - That's Charlie Coats. Her given name's Charlene,
but that don't seem to fit. You know, her daddy used to
beat on her and her mama, then he run off last year, that was the best thing
that could have happened. Your yelling must have brought
back some bad memories. Might be good if you
was to go talk to her. - I got work to do, Hanks. (dramatic music) - Well, Mr. Talbert,
what can I do for you? - Logan, how long you intend
keeping my men in jail? - 'Til somebody pay for the
damages to Emma's store. - Well, it ain't gonna be me. The woman owes me money. - Fine, it's not my
dispute to settle. - Have her add up the damages and I'll deduct
it from her bill. - All right. Mr. Talbert, Emma's had a mighty bad streak of luck here lately. You know anything
about her freight wagon being robbed
the other day? - Now are you accusing
me of something, sheriff? - No, sir, I'm just
asking questions. - Well, you know as
mayor, I can have another man wearing that badge
by the end of the week. Now are you gonna let
Griggs and Bickford out? Or am I gonna have
to take that badge? - Now get on. Let's go. Go on! Talbert, if I catch any
of your men roughing up Emma again, I'll
take off this badge and I'll ram it straight
down your throat. - Good afternoon, Mr. Kincaid. - I heard what you did
for Emma Wilson yesterday. I had a feeling about you. - A feeling? - I had a feeling you'd
fit right in here. Fairplay needs good people. - Well. - Do you sing? - Huh? - Well, the church choir needs
another male to sing bass. Matilda Grant's
been singing bass, but it really should be a man. You got a nice deep voice. - Well, ma'am, I don't. - Anyway, these are for you. It's some boiled sweets I made. Horehound and sassafras, a
sort of welcome to town gift. Now you enjoy 'em and we'll
see ya in church on Sunday. Come on Lizzy. (thuds) - Well, you feel
I can be trusted? - No, I figure it's
time you leave town. - Can't do that, sheriff,
I got me a job here. - Why are you here, Kincaid? - I gotta meet somebody. - Who? - Can't tell you that. - [Bob] Why not? - Oh, I don't know, sheriff. I guess I just like
being mysterious. - I owe you for helping
out Emma the way you did, but that only goes so far. At the first sign of trouble,
you're goin' back in jail. - Sheriff, trouble's the last
thing in the world I want. Why you little. Hey, hey, come here. Hey! Hey! Come here. Why you chuckin' rocks at me? - I don't like you. - You don't even know me. - I know you yelled
at me yesterday when I all I was trying
to do was help out. - Now I wasn't yelling at ya. all right, I raised
my voice a little bit. Look, I could sure
use some help today. - I got better things to do. - Like breakin' windows? Yeah, I saw you. Got a pretty good
arm on ya for a girl. - What do you mean for a girl? I can whip any boy my age
in town and some older. - I believe ya. You keep a secret? - Mm-hmm. - Take a look at that. - What is it? - It's a map. - I can see that. - To 100,000 dollars in
gold, half of one at least. - Is the gold around here? - Well, I don't know. We'll find out when I
find the other half. - Could I come along when
you go after the gold? - Well, if I took
you along with me that means that I'd have
to cut you in for a share. What would you do
with all that goId? - Maybe I'd get a pony
and candy every day. And books! I love books! And new clothes for
every day of the week! I reckon I could get just
about anything in the world. - Well, I reckon you could. - Except for what I really want. - And what's that? - It's for my pa to get well
and not hurt people anymore. I guess not even gold
can fix everything. - Hey, you like candy? Well, I got some sassafras and some other stuff over there Ms. Walter gave
me, you want some? Come on. Hey you reckon that
boy that you blamed that broken window
on likes candy? Why don't you make
sure he gets some too? Go. (dramatic music) - Ooh, it's hot out here today. Looks like you all
can use some lemonade. - That's okay, Miss Emma. I gotta go. - Well, this
certainly is a treat. - Thank you. - The only thing sweeter is
the lovely lady that made it. - Oh, well, thank you, Luther. I guess I better get
back to the store. - Oh, Major, I wouldn't do that. (laughs) I got some hooch here
you can rinse with. Lord, I love that
woman like a daughter, but her lemonade could
pucker a cannonball. You know, Major, after the war I just couldn't seem
to settle in one spot, so I traveled this entire
country top to bottom, east to west, and I
seen a lot of sights. But for people, I never
saw the beat of the folks right here in Fairplay,
no, sir, never did. That's why I settled in. Guess I'm stuck
here from now on. It's a mighty fine
town, mighty fine. - You getting to
something, Hanks? - I know you ain't
no road agent, Major, but you're here for something,
something that might add up to trouble for some of these folks I care
so much about. - I'm looking for a fellow
named Dwight Jackson. You ever heard of him? - Not that I can recollect. When you find this Jackson, is it gonna be a
friendly reunion or something a
little more lively? - Well, he's got a
hundred thousand dollars in gold that belongs to me. I don't suspect he'll
be too happy to see me. - Expect not. What's he look like? - Never laid eyes on him. All I know is he's got
a reputation with a gun and he's gonna be here July 4th. - Carl, you get us fired
from every job we get. - Sorry, Hayes. I got bored. I think that's all
about to change. - Well, I'll be. Huh? - [Carl] When'd
they let you out? - Short time back
and I rode straight on down to see my old pals. - Mexican Bob and
Luke Tanner I see. - Hey, Bob's a good
man for a Mexican. Bob, I was just giving
you a compliment. - I got business in Fairplay,
beat a dollar a day. - I'm still a young man. I could use some fun. - Oh, I can provide that. - You boys want something? - Yup. - Coffee. Man, I was beginning to feel
like I was born on that horse. - Are you boys from Fairplay? - Yup, that's right. You must be Kincaid. Sheriff Logan said we ought
to keep a watch out for you. - Yeah, Sheriff Logan sure takes his job seriously,
where I'm concerned. - Fairplay was a
boom town years back. When the mines played out, a
lot of the good folks left. Then the lumber
companies moved in. The roughnecks would
have drove out the rest of the decent folks, but
Logan wouldn't let it happen. He's a good man. - Is that right? So you fellas know Emma Wilson? - That we do. Fine woman. Pretty, owns property too. - She don't have a husband? - He got killed in a shootout, must have been five
or six years ago. Sheriff Logan took
it awful hard. - Is that right? - Yeah, James was Logan's
deputy at the time. Logan blamed himself. Can't be an easy thing feeling responsible for
another man's death. - Mr. Kincaid. So how are things coming along? - Going really good. I'm gonna start on the
roof in a little bit. - Not today, you're not. There's a city ordinance
against making noise on Main Street before
noon on Sunday. You did know today was
Sunday, didn't you? - No, ma'am, I can't
say that I did. - Well, I'm on my way to church
if you'd care to join me. It'd give you a chance to
meet some folks in town and. - Don't really see
much point in that. - Oh, that's right. You're just passing through. Suit yourself. Let's go, Asa. (dramatic music) - [All] Amen. - Mr. Kincaid! I'm so glad you came. The hymns are about to start. You come sit with me,
you can share my hymnal. - They tricked me the same way when I first got to town, Major. Romans chapter 15, verse 1. And we who are
strong are to bear the infirmities of the weak. - [All] Amen. - And not to please ourselves. I like that verse. I like it because it
speaks so well of how many, but not all the good
citizens of Fairplay try to conduct themselves
in their day-to-day life. And verse 3 goes on to say, and Christ pleased not
himself which I interpret to mean it is in the wishes
of God when the strong and the capable set aside
their personal profit and pursuit to help and assist those who
cannot help themselves. - [All] Amen, brother. - Let's go to page
107 and stand up and let's sing praises to God. ♪ Amazing grace, how
sweet the sound ♪ ♪ That saved a wretch like me ♪ ♪ I once was lost,
but now am found ♪ ♪ Was blind but now I see ♪ - Mr. Kincaid. I was happy to see you changed
your mind about church. - Well, you never know about me. - Well, that's true. I would have said you
were the worst sort of dirty scoundrel
leaving us out there on the road there like that. - I believe you did say that. (chuckles) - But you're not
like that at all. I can see that now. Mr. Kincaid. - Yeah. - Would you care to
join me on a buggy ride? I haven't been many
places in my lifetime, this must be the most
peaceful place on earth. - [Jake] It is a might
peaceful at that. - James, my husband's
name was James. We used to come up here and sit and talk
for hours and hours. Have you ever been
married, Mr. Kincaid? - No. - I tell ya, when
you lose someone, it's very difficult
to pick up and go on. - You must have loved
him an awful lot. - Yes, I did. After he was killed, I
would come up here almost every day and in the stillness, I thought I heard
his voice guiding me and comforting me and loving
me like he always did, but I realized it
wasn't his voice at all. It was the voice of God. - God? - Yes. - I thought God did all
his talking with thunder and lightning, things like that. - He can do that all
right, or it can be as soft and gentle as the summer breeze. You ever heard the voice
of God, Mr. Kincaid? - No, ma'am. I can honestly say
if there is a God, he ain't never
said a word to me. - Well, there is a God, and he's speaks to us all, you just have to be
willing to listen. - Hey, watch it. - Get out of here! - Crazy Kelly? (screams) - Hey, leave her alone. What are you doing? What's your problem? Oh! - Uh-oh. - Hey! Hey! Let him go. Boy, it looks like you had a
little too much fire water. Now why don't you drop that
ax handle and go on home? (whacks) (dramatic music) - him, Jake! (dramatic music)
(whacking) (dramatic music) - [Man] Look out, Jake! (gun fires) - That was a lucky shot. (gun firing) (spits) (dramatic music) (crowd applauding)
(upbeat music) - Hello, sheriff. - Take this with you, Luther. Thank you. What's wrong, Bob? - I'm worried about you, Emma. - Now Bob, if there is
about Talbert again, I'm not gonna go into it. - No, no, I'm talking
about Kincaid. You're getting mighty
friendly with him. - When did being
friendly become a crime? - Well, you don't know
anything about him, where he's from, why he's
here, you just don't know. - What do I need to know? - He spent time in prison, and he came into town
looking for a man and he won't tell me who or why. And he's a fast gun and that
means nothing but trouble. Now he's not being truthful
to me or truthful to you. - There's nothing between
me and Mr. Kincaid, and I'm a grown woman. I think I know my own mind. - Not about this
and not about him. - I'm gonna live my
life the way I see fit, whether you like it or not. Bob. When are you gonna realize,
you didn't kill him? James wasn't the kind of man you could have kept
out of a fight. - I just don't want
you to get hurt, Emma. - I won't. I promise. - James made me
that same promise. (dramatic music) (dramatic music) ♪ I've spent a lot of time ♪ ♪ Dreamin' about this moment ♪ ♪ And what I'm gonna
do to comfort you ♪ ♪ When I look into your eyes ♪ ♪ I've gotta do my
best to show you ♪ ♪ That the man you
see before you ♪ ♪ Is speaking from his
heart and not his mind ♪ ♪ I've heard it said the
eyes are an open window ♪ ♪ And on the other side,
the beauty of the soul ♪ ♪ The world could never show ♪ ♪ And as I get to know you,
I'm finding that it's so true ♪ ♪ because I'm looking
through the window ♪ ♪ To the mate of my soul ♪ ♪ Looking through the
window I can see ♪ ♪ My true love is
looking back at me ♪ ♪ And right here in
your loving arms ♪ ♪ Where I'm gonna be
and I want you here ♪ ♪ To spend eternity looking
through the window ♪ ♪ Looking through the window ♪ ♪ Looking through the window ♪ ♪ Looking through the window ♪ - Sam, I'll be gone
for a day or two. Wire the sheriff's office
in Auburn, if you need me. - Yes, sir. (dramatic music) - Tell me, friend,
how's the price of cattle holding up these days? - Can't complain, I believe
they treated me fairly. - You know fair treatment is all you can ask for in this world. Generally it's a
little hard to come by. Whoo! - Hey, since my horse
went lame on the trail, you think these good folks'd
want to part with this one? - I'm Wes Coe, this
is my boy, Trent. That's Harley and Frank. - Hey boy, I think your
dad's a reckless man. - I'm sorry, sir, I
don't understand you. - No place for a boy out
here on a trail drive. Mister, just who do
you think you are? You know, I figure anybody
that's that reckless just might be foolish
enough to bring all that cattle money home
here on the trail rather than stuffing it in a
nice, cozy, warm bank, so how about it? - Mister, we haven't got
much, but you can have it. Just let us be. - Good, hand it over. Don't be getting brave here, we gotta get this
boy home to his mom. Hey, Mr. Coe, it
doesn't look like you've been fairly treated at all,
but I guess it will have to do. And what I said earlier, the
drive is no place for a boy. No! (gun firing) (upbeat music) - What's this Kincaid
fella up to anyway? - Hicks, you ever heard of a
fella named Dwight Jackson? - Dwight Jackson? No, I don't think so, why? - Oh, nothing. (upbeat music) - Oh, looks like you
might be enjoying yourself a little bit this
afternoon, Mr. Kincaid? - Kind of reminds me of
back home a little bit. - There's a dance tonight, I
don't suppose you'd be coming. - Ma'am, you just never know. You just never know. Maybe I'll see you there then. - Maybe. (upbeat music) - Kincaid. - Sheriff, buy you a drink? - Sure. I understand you're famous
about buying drinks, but mostly for yourself I hear. I told you I was gon' find
out how innocent you are and as it turns out, not very. - You want to get to your point? - I just rode back from
Auburn, talked to an old friend who used to be sheriff
in Grass Valley. He says you used to
spend every day trying to drink up all the
whiskey in town. Right before you got locked
up, he says you swore up and down you never
stole that gold, but you were such a
worthless miserable cuss, nobody believed
ya or much cared. Whatever you got, you deserved. Putting your wife down
like you did all alone. Said she scrubbed
floors and cleaned up in boardinghouses after
you drank away the ranch. Everybody said she was
a fine, decent woman with just one
weakness, that no good, worthless Jake Kincaid. people in this town,
they're starting to respect you, respect
you don't deserve. Why don't you get
out of here before you hurt them like you
hurt everybody you touch? Emma Wilson deserves
a better man than you, and I bet you deep
down in your heart you know that's
the Gospel truth. And whatever it is you
have to do in Fairplay, you get to it and you get out before you start
hurting people again. (dramatic music) ♪ Did you ever go to meetin'
Uncle Joe, Uncle Joe ♪ ♪ Did you ever go to
meetin' Uncle Joe ♪ ♪ Did you ever go to meetin'
Uncle Joe, Uncle Joe ♪ ♪ Don't mind the weather
when the wind don't blow ♪ ♪ Hop up my ladies,
three in a row ♪ ♪ Hop up my ladies,
three in a row ♪ ♪ Hop up my ladies,
three in a row ♪ ♪ Don't mind the weather
when the wind don't blow ♪ - You haven't come
up with a plan yet? - Tarnation, no. I've been sitting here all night and my head is empty
as grandma's pantry. - I don't like to think either. It hurts when you're
not used to it. - What we need is a pIan. - Let's kill her. - Kill her? We kill Emma Wilson, the sheriff
will come down on us hard. - Kill him too. Maybe we should kill him
first just to be cautious. - That's brilliant. Why don't we just kill everyone
in town while we're at it? Use dynamite and blow the
whole place down, why don't we? I believe you're really as
dumb as everyone says you are. - It wasn't my idea to think. I was forced into it. - Wait a minute, I think
maybe I got me an idea, how we can get that
deed for Talbert and get that big old sodbuster
back at the same time. - [Bickford] Now you're talking! (laughing) (chattering) ♪ Will your horse carry
double Uncle Joe, Uncle Joe ♪ ♪ Will your horse carry
double Uncle Joe ♪ ♪ Will your horse carry
double Uncle Joe, Uncle Joe ♪ ♪ Don't mind the weather
when the wind don't blow ♪ ♪ Hop up my ladies,
three in a row ♪ ♪ Hop up my ladies,
three in a row ♪ ♪ Hop up my ladies,
three in a row ♪ ♪ Don't mind the weather
when the wind don't blow ♪ ♪ Did you ever go to
meetin' Uncle Joe ♪ ♪ Did you ever go to meetin'
Uncle Joe, Uncle Joe ♪ ♪ Don't mind the weather
when the wind don't blow ♪ ♪ Hop up my ladies,
three in a row ♪ ♪ Hop up my ladies,
three in a row ♪ ♪ Is your horse a single
footer, Uncle Joe, Uncle Joe ♪ ♪ Is your horse a single
footer, Uncle Joe ♪ ♪ Is your horse a single
footer, Uncle Joe, Uncle Joe ♪ ♪ Don't mind the weather
when the wind don't blow ♪ ♪ Hop up my ladies,
three in a row ♪ ♪ Hop up my ladies,
three in a row ♪ ♪ Hop up my ladies,
three in a row ♪ ♪ Don't mind the weather
when the wind don't blow ♪ - What was that? - How do I know? - You know, Becky,
some day folks are gonna have telegraphs
right in their houses. - It's that kid from the
telegraph office and a girl. - What are they doing? - Looking for a place
to spark, I reckon. - I wish I knew a girl. - Quit fantasizing. Let's get this thing
blowed up, come on. (upbeat music) ♪ Would you rather ride a
pacer Uncle Joe, Uncle Joe ♪ ♪ Would you rather ride
a pacer Uncle Joe ♪ ♪ Would you rather ride a
pacer Uncle Joe, Uncle Joe ♪ ♪ Don't mind the weather
when the wind don't blow ♪ ♪ Hop up my ladies,
three in a row ♪ ♪ Hop up my ladies,
three in a row ♪ ♪ Hop up my ladies,
three in a row ♪ ♪ Don't mind the weather
when the wind don't blow ♪ - Talbert's gonna give
us a raise for this one. - Yeah, this is gonna
be some Fourth of July. (laughing) - People are gonna be
able to talk to each other whenever they want to
all over the world. - All over the world? How are they gonna get the
wires across the ocean? - Oh, they will, they will. - It was Talbert made
us do it, sheriff! You know that. (crying out) (gun fires) (dramatic music) - I told you tie
the horses up fool! - Sheriff, what happened? - It was those two Talbert boys, they were trying to blow
up a safe in Emma's place. Somebody hit me with
something, I guess. - Well, let's mount up and catch them before
they get too far. - I'm coming with you. - Oh sheriff, you ain't
going anywhere, you're hurt. You ain't gonna do us any good if we have to tie
you on a horse. Sam, you get him to the doc. - Yes, sir. - Come on, fellas, let's go. well boys, there sure ain't
gonna be much moon tonight. There you are, Major. I've been looking for you. It's gonna be tough
tracking these guys tonight. We can really use some help. - These are your
people, Hanks, not mine. (dramatic chord) - I told ya there was
nothing I could do. You'd be better off taking a gun and putting a bullet
in your own heart, then we wouldn't
have to look at this. You have to see a surgeon, now! - I know you're right, doc,
I just can't leave town now. If I did, Talbert would
take it over hide and horn. - Doc, is he gonna live? - He might, pigheadedness
and stubbornness aren't necessarily fatal. - Thanks, doc. - I was pretty hard
on you the other day. I know you're just trying
to watch out for me, and I guess what I'm trying to
say is you're my best friend, and I don't know what
I'd do without you. Truth is you're right about
Jake Kincaid after all. - It gives me no
pleasure to hear, Emma. I'm sorry. I better saddle up and
catch up with the boys. (dramatic music) - Looks like you've worked
yourself right out of a job. Now what are you gonna do? (dramatic music) - There ain't much left
for your services, Doc. - Who is it, Pike? - What's left of him
looks like Charlie Hobbs. - Kincaid, Pike just rode
in with a body slumped across the back of his mule. - What's that got to do with me? - They found him
up on the sawtooth, you know, where you
took that wrong turn. He was gunshot. I don't know if you
killed him, but you sure lied to me about being alone. You're under arrest. - Not today, sheriff. - You got no choice. (dramatic music) - You know how close
you are to dyin'? - Yes, I do. (dramatic music) - What's going on here? - He's under arrest, Emma. - Did you have to do this in
front of the whole town here? - This doesn't
concern you, Emma. - I think it does. - Well, you think what you want 'cause I've never known
you to do anything else. Stay out of this. - Yeah, real special
place you got here, ma'am. - Jake. (dramatic music) - Jake, what are
they doing to you? - Go away. - I can help you, Jake,
just tell me what to do. We're friends, remember? - I said go away. I'm tired of looking at ya. (dramatic music) - This just came in. - all right, Sam. Who else knows about this? - I came straight here. - all right, don't say anything, but get folks together
for a town meetin'. - [Man] What's going on? - all right, folks,
I just got some news. Josh Quinn was busted out of the territorial
prison by his gang. If he's headed this way, he could be here as
early as daybreak. Now I don't think there's
any need to panic, but I would like to deputize a couple of you
men just in case. - Now that'd be a
big mistake, Logan. The last time you tried
turning these shopkeepers into gunslingers, you
got James Wilson killed. - I don't need you to
remind me of that, Talbert. - Well, I'll ask you then. What's Josh Quinn want here? Why, he wants Bob Logan. He wants Bob Logan for
killing his brother, then sending him to prison, and if Bob Logan ain't here, we're not gonna
have any trouble. And I have the authority to
remove Bob Logan as sheriff. I believe that's the safest way. - Now listen to me,
Talbert's been looking for an excuse to get rid
of me for over a year, and if you let him
get away with this, he's gonna own this town,
lock, stock and barrel. - The worst thing we can do
is get more innocent people killed, and I'm passing
an ordinance right now. There'll be no deputizing, and everybody will be
off the streets tomorrow. - [Hanks] Shut up, Talbert. - No! Talbert's right. You folks stay home. Keep with your families. I'll handle this. Go on, get on home,
you heard him. (dramatic music) - There's a new man in
town, fastest I've seen. He pulled Griggs' gun
right out the holster before he could even blink. - Shut up, oaf! That's how wild
stories get started. - Fast gun? Give me a name. - Jake Kincaid. - So the blue and the gray
get to fight another day. Beautiful. (chuckles) (thuds) - You're a fool, Logan. - Maybe, but I'm not
the one behind bars. - But I ain't gonna be the
one dead tomorrow, am I? - Mr. Hicks, what
can I do for you? - Well, I just wanted
you to know that tomorrow you can count on me no
matter what happens. - Oh, that's a comfort. - Well, that's right, sheriff. No matter what happens,
I'm right behind you. I believe you have something
that belongs to me. - Jackson? - You know, when I heard you were asking about
Dwight Jackson, well, I figured you
were someone on my trail from the old days,
and when Hobbs arrived this morning dead,
well, then I knew. Now hand over the map. I am not a violent man
by nature, Mr. Kincaid, but I will blow your brains
across that wall if I have to. Now hand over the map! (dramatic music) (laughs) I've been trapped in
this town for a year just waiting to make my move. Fairplay, I'm going to San
Francisco to spend my gold. - That's my gold, Jackson. - And you're the kind of
man who would track me from Fresno to the ends
of the earth to get it. I can't allow that. - If you pull that trigger, everybody in this town will
know what's going on in here. - Oh, that's all right. I got my horse right outside. Besides, I'll be
halfway to San Francisco before they know what hit you. - Hello, sheriff. (guns firing)
(dramatic music) Sheriff, you okay? - Yeah, I'm all right. - Where you going? We're gonna need you tomorrow. - Hanks, I come to this
town to get my gold, not get myself
killed, and my gold's gonna be in San Francisco
in about 3 days. First morning light,
that's where I'm heading. - Sheriff, you sure
you gonna be okay? - I'm fine. I'm all right. - Major. - I ain't staying. - Major, that Quinn is
coming is Josh Quinn the Yankee butcher
of Marysville prison. You know what kind of man he is. You know the stories
as well as I do, and he's got a score to settle
with these good people here. - It's not my fight. - Not your fight? Why do you think
you're here, Major? Why do you think I'm here? Why do you think Josh
Quinn is coming just now? - Coincidence. - Coincidence is God's
way of staying anonymous. - Oh not you, Luther! Every time I turn
around, somebody in this town's throwing
God in my face. Well, let me tell you something, there's a hundred
thousand dollars in gold that belongs to me, and
I paid dearly for it. And you, sheriff
Logan, Emma Wilson or the God almighty
himself ain't gonna stop me from getting it! - You ain't the man
I thought I knew. - I never was. (dramatic music) I'm going after my gold. - That's not why I'm here. I'm not here to stop you. - Then why are you here? It ain't Sunday. - I need you to tell me
something before you go. - What might that be? - I think you know. - Pardon me, ma'am,
but I just ain't in the mood for games right now. - Please. - What? - Tell me. - Tell you what? - The truth. - Ma'am, I don't know
what you're talking about. - Jake. Tell me, please. Tell me. - They call me a hero, ma'am, because I took 2,000
men to their death. 'Cause I didn't have enough guts to disobey an order
I knew was wrong. That don't make me a hero. That makes me a coward. - [Emma] Jake. - And there's something
else I gotta tell you too. I was married, a
good woman like you. After the war, I
started drifting, didn't come home much, when
I did I was usually drunk. She'd take my boots off for me and put me to bed and
put my head in her lap. She'd start singing songs,
church songs mostly. She was a good woman. She died while I was in prison and they said it was the
fever, but I know what it was. My wife died of a broken
heart that I gave her. See, ma'am, I seem to bring only hurt to the people I care about. I just ain't no good. - That's not true. You're not gonna find
the truth in gold. - Maybe not, but it could
sure buy a lot of whiskey. (dramatic music) (dramatic music) (yells) - You ever heard the
voice of God, Mr. Kincaid? - Your wife dyin' like
she did all alone. - I guess not even gold
can fix everything. - You ain't the man
I thought I knew. - [Man] Gold! - He can do that
all right, or it can be as soft and gentle
as a summer breeze. You just have to be
willing to listen. (dramatic music) - What are you doing here? - You wouldn't believe
me if I told ya. - Welcome back, Major. It's good to be back, Hanks. (dramatic music) (cheering) - Hey, Hayes, I
ain't bored anymore! - I guess I'll head
on down the street. Get settled in on
the left flank. - Oh, Hanks. - Yeah? - You hear this spur here? - Yeah. - Well, when you
hear it down there, don't shoot at it, huh? (chuckles) (dramatic music) - Well, Talbert, I
hear some ugly rumors that you're the mayor now. - Well, now, I ain't
gonna be the mayor much you go shooting this place
full of holes, Quinn. Listen, got a
proposition for you. Logan, Logan's through
here after today. Fairplay's gonna need
a new sheriff now. This is gonna be a rich
town in a few years, Quinn, and with you as my
sheriff, there ain't nobody gonna want to run against me. These mountains here,
this could be our empire. We got us a deal, Quinn? (gun shots)
(cheers) - [Quinn] Carl, go feed
Talbert's body to the vermin. - Sheriff, Quinn
just killed Talbert. - If it was anybody else
I'd pin a medal on them. - I'm coming with you, sheriff, and there's nothing you
can say that will stop me. - I believe ya, JW. Kincaid? - Yeah. - What do you think? - Same thing you are, sheriff. Hey, son, have you ever. (whacks) (dramatic music) (dramatic music) - Jake? Sheriff Logan,
where is everybody? - Oh. - I just got back
from North Fork, I brought you some
peanut brittle. - Mrs. Walters, take
that peanut brittle and you take it on down
to sheriff's office. - Oh my! (screams) (guns firing)
(dramatic music) - Ms. Waters, you all right? - Ye, I'm all right, Jake. Jake, Jake you been shot. - I'll be all right. (dramatic music) - [Hanks] Let me out Sheriff! I can still fight! - Don't you let
him back out here. (dramatic music)
(gun shots) (screaming) - Lizzy, my Lizzy's out there. - Ms. Walters, Ms. Walters,
I'm gonna go get her. You stay here now. - I've never seen such a
fuss over peanut brittle. (dramatic music) (dramatic music)
(gun shots) - Kincaid, Quinn's orders. You back off now, she lives. You disobey those orders,
ashes to ashes, dust to dust. - Don't let him kill me, Jake. - Oh, Jake, you can
trust me on this. (whacks)
(cries out) (gun fires)
(cries out) (dramatic music) Logan, no! - Get out of my way! I'm gonna put a bullet
right through his heart! - Logan, I know that voice
you're hearing right now. Don't listen to it. - No, he deserves to die! - I know he does but, Logan,
look at me, look at me! Now you're a good man. You ain't like him. You kill him like this and
he'll eat you up forever. You pull that trigger
right now and you die. Believe me, I know. (dramatic music) - I don't know how I let
you folks talk me into this. - You know, now that
Quinn's in prison for good, there's no reason for you
not to go get well, sheriff. - Well, you kiss that baby
for me when it's born. - You're gonna be
in my prayers, Bob. - Thank you, Emma. - We're gonna miss you, sheriff. (dramatic music) - You take care of my town. - I will. - As soon as they
dig this bullet out of my chest, I'll
be back, understood? - Understood. - You're a good man, Kincaid. - Thank you, sheriff. (dramatic music) - Let's go, Asa. (dramatic music) - You know, you still haven't
told me why you came back. - Well, I guess
for the first time in my life, I was
willing to listen. I love you, Emma. (dramatic music) - [Charlie] Jake, Jake. - Hey. - Are you still going
after your gold? - Well, Charlie, I
already found my gold. - You did? - Yup, it was right
here all along. (dramatic music) (dramatic music) (dramatic music)
