I'm gonna have to carry you, huh?
There. There you go, boy.
Drop the gun belt, mister.
What's this all about?
The captain said to drop the gun belt!
Now!
They're wearin' the Johanson brand, all right, Captain Wilson.
Whose else would they be?
Where did you get those cattle, mister?
Where that brand says.
- Got 'em from Johanson, eh? - That's right.
And you've got a bill of sale to prove it.
Hold it!
That's right.
Thought maybe you'd like to look at the bill of sale.
We'll look at it.
You say you got this from Johanson?
Mr. Maddow...
Mr. Maddow, is that Johanson's mark?
Johanson didn't have to make his mark.
He could write as good as you can.
Hang him!
I'm an ex-lawman.
You can check with the sheriff...
...Dave Ramsey, in St. Louis.
Get Johanson.
Let him tell me face-to-face.
For God's sake, check it out!
Are we gonna hang him, or beat him to death?
Put him on his horse.
Wait a minute. The saddle.
You've no claim to that, Reno!
We got back Johanson's cattle. And we got the man who took 'em.
I like to see justice done, but...
...I'm taking the saddle.
Anybody want to argue?
If he's a rustler, he ain't got nothin' I'd want.
He's got something that I want.
I want his wallet. I want it, and I'm gonna take it.
Captain, if he is a rustler...
...how come he didn't make a run for it when he had a chance?
Wait a minute, Loomis.
Now, tell me...
...you bought some cattle from Johanson?
You saw the bill of sale.
With the mark where Johanson was supposed to write his name.
What did Johanson look like?
He's about 30, dark hair, dark eyes, heavyset...
...pock-marked face...
...regular features.
You have an eye for detail, haven't you?
I told you I was a lawman.
It was my job.
Heavyset, pock-marked...
...about 30...
Liar!
Johanson was 60.
Maybe it was his foreman or something. I don't know.
But we can go back there and find out. It's only a day's ride.
We could check it out.
Mr. Maddow...
...tell him.
I just came from the Johanson place. His herd was gone.
Found Johanson and his wife on the kitchen floor, gunned down...
...dead!
- Hang him! - You're makin' a mistake!
Some people call this hell, but you're still in Oklahoma Territory.
Save your breath.
I don't know who hung you, or why.
But if you're innocent, the judge will set you free.
And, if you ain't...
...we'll have to take the trouble of hanging you again.
Come on, get on your feet.
Water your mules and fill up a bucket of water for the men.
Marshal Dave Bliss. I hear you got a prisoner for me.
That's right, Marshal.
Feed and grain store, right across the street.
Here's the key, you'll be needing it.
Watch out for him. He's plumb loco.
Oh, God!
You've come to kill the prophet.
Take it easy, will ya?
You've come to kill the prophet.
Can you walk?
They're against me! They spy on me.
Oh, God, they're scared of the wrath of God.
Come on, even the prison wagon is better than this.
You've come to kill the prophet!
Hold it!
You've come to kill the prophet!
Stop, or I'll kill you!
What are you waiting for, Marshal? Shoot him! Kill him!
What's wrong, Marshal? Scared of cheating the hanging judge?
Kill him!
We'll testify for you, Marshal.
We'll tell 'em you did your best to bring him in alive.
Hold it, damn you!
Kill him, Marshal! It's too damn crowded in here, anyway!
You chained him. Now, you bury him.
That ain't gonna make the judge happy.
What was I supposed to do, let him escape?
I ain't sayin' it was wrong.
I'm just sayin' it ain't gonna make the judge happy.
Now that you've said it, William, move 'em out.
Girls, girls, the tumbleweed wagon's here.
Save us the live ones, Marshal, huh?
Don't hang them all!
Here comes the tumbleweed wagon.
Some collection, Dave!
And you'll send the drapery material over.
As soon as it comes in.
- I'll be needing more perfume. - A dozen bottles?
The cheapest, as long as it smells good.
It's not for my girls.
It's for the Saturday night cowhands. They come off the range smelling...
Here comes the tumbleweed wagon!
Isn't that Billy the Kid?
Take a closer look. Maybe you'll find your old man!
Hold it!
Let them step down, so we can target practice on 'em.
All right, move 'em out.
Come on.
Feed's twice a day.
Eight in the morning, four in the afternoon.
Unless you make trouble and get yourselves short-chained...
...you get an hour a day recreation in the prison yard.
Better find yourself a spot.
We're expecting another wagon in this afternoon.
You'll get used to the smell.
If you don't, they got a sure cure for it: They hang you!
Sounds like Schmidt's fixin' to have a little party this morning.
A party?
A hanging party.
Them's 200-pound sacks he's droppin'.
Gotta make sure them ropes hold up.
Always uses top-grade hemp, Schmidt does.
Oils it, so it slides real good.
Snaps your neck like a dried-out twig.
A fine artist at his trade, our Mr. Schmidt.
The bastard!
What kind of justice, to hang a man before he's heard about his appeal?
Come in.
Leave him, without shackles.
All right, guard.
Your story checks out, Cooper. You're free to go.
$11?
And 40 cents. That's all McCleod had on him when we picked him up.
McCleod?
McCleod was running from the law.
Holed up at Johanson's place...
...killed that old man and his wife. And then you blundered in.
A stranger lookin' to buy some cattle. So McCleod sold you a few head.
He must have got a pretty good laugh out of that.
You want to see what he looks like?
Come on. Come on.
McCleod took the money he swindled from you...
...and came into town, lookin' for a good time.
The Row, that's where we found him.
May God have mercy on his soul.
You're free to go, Cooper.
With my $11.40!
And the satisfaction of seeing the man that got you into this mess hung.
What about the nine just men who hung me?
Just give their description to one of the deputies downstairs.
- They'll try to pick 'em up. - Well, that's not good enough!
You take the law into your own hands...
...and I promise you, you'll swing from one of those ropes out there.
I know a little bit about the law, Your Honor.
That's right...
...you do.
Sit down, Cooper.
Please...
You were a lawman in St. Louis.
A damn good one.
I can use a good man, Cooper.
Pay, $250 a month.
That's $230 more than you'd make as a cowhand...
...$232 more than an army sergeant. Here.
If that hanging rope didn't kill you, maybe my coffee will.
How much did you make in St. Louis?
It's $200 more than I made in St. Louis.
$250 plus expenses.
I warn you, the pay is a little slow in coming.
There.
$200...
...plus $50 President Harrison owes you. You'll get it when I get it.
You sound like you're a man...
...trying to give away money and don't have too many takers.
You sound like you're a man protesting the pay's too high. Don't.
If you sign on, you'll earn every cent of it.
There you are.
The Oklahoma and Indian Territory...
...year of our Lord, 1889. 19 marshals.
I was authorized 60 when I came here.
I told the president even that wasn't half enough.
Nineteen marshals and one court...
...to cover near 70,000 square miles.
A happy hunting ground filled with bushwhackers...
...horse thieves, whiskey peddlers, counterfeiters...
...hide peelers, marauders that'll kill you for a hatband.
Now, that's why there's a badge in my desk, Cooper.
Itching to sit on somebody's chest, and no takers.
Your marshals do cover a lot of territory.
You'll ride circuit over an area half again the size of Rhode Island.
If and when it's Marshal Cooper!
Pick up the badge, Mr. Cooper.
Pick up the badge or leave justice to me and my men.
Those nine men...
...if you find them, they're to be brought before me, alive!
That old horse should hold you for a spell.
- Good luck, Marshal. - Thank you.
You're Cooper?
Judge sent a wire you was coming.
Wasn't there nobody outside?
Two men with shotguns.
I haven't had me a night's sleep since we picked up the Swede.
How many men did you bring with you?
Can you have him ready to go in a half hour?
Just the two of you?
The hotel here in town, does it serve a good steak?
I better have somethin' to eat before we leave.
If you're crazy enough to try to take the Swede in alone...
...you got a right to try it on a full stomach.
You're under arrest, Reno.
You're talking to me, Marshal?
Your name's Reno, isn't it?
I don't know what kind of town you're running...
- This isn't my town. - Well, I wouldn't know.
See, I just rode in.
I want to wash down some trail dust, and...
All right, Marshal, what do you say I done?
You don't remember me, do you?
When you hang a man, you better look at him!
Don't go for that gun, Reno.
I need you alive.
- You know him? - No.
Anybody here know him? Goes by the name of Reno.
Come up here and take a look at him.
He must've just rode in.
That's what he said. How much to bury him?
$15 ought to do a fair job, Marshal.
There's $7 there. I'll give you $8 more.
And mark it down, there.
Don't anybody leave!
I want everybody to write down exactly what they saw.
I didn't see nothing, Marshal.
Fine. Then you say that in writing.
Nobody's gonna fault you, Marshal. You give him every chance.
Say it in writing.
Marshal, I can't write.
The sheriff here will write it down, then you can put your mark on it.
There's a saddle out there that belongs to me. I'll be takin' that.
Any of his friends or relatives show up, want his horse or his belongings...
...you let me know, huh?
You can wire me at Fort Grant.
You gonna pick up the Swede now?
I'm going to have that steak now.
Oh, Swede, that's the one the marshal just brought in.
Swede!
What was that all about?
That's Judge Fenton's orders.
Nobody comes in or out that lady don't look at.
Marshal, the judge wants to see you, right away.
Good work, Cooper. See?
The good Lord takes care of those that do His work.
He just waltzed in, and gave himself up.
I never wanted to hang you, mister.
I asked them to give you a chance.
Maybe you remember that.
I remember that.
I was here in Fort Grant looking for a grubstake...
...when I heard a marshal with a hanging scar had killed Reno.
I knew then we'd... we'd hung an innocent man...
...so I turned myself in.
The others?
He gave me their names. I've made out the warrants for their arrests.
- Where? - Red Creek.
Good. I'll be on my way.
All right. You do it your way. You round 'em up and bring 'em back.
I don't know why you had to kill Reno.
It's in my report.
I wanted him alive. I needed these names.
You got your names.
Mister, you make sure the rest of those men get back here alive.
Jenkins, sit down, please.
You're under arrest.
Move!
I have seven warrants here.
Matt Stone, Loomis, Maddow...
...Charley Blackfoot, Captain...
...Captain Wilson! Say, what the hell is this all about?
A lynching.
Now, I understand four of these men I'm after are out at the Big W.
Maddow and Miller, I'm not sure about.
Maddow, he owns a spread around here. And Miller...
...Miller's a drifter.
These men you're looking for, they're all leading citizens.
They're friends of mine.
These friends of yours are wanted for conspiracy to commit murder.
If you'll put this man in jail, Sheriff...
...you and I can ride out to the Big W.
Sheriff! Sheriff Calhoun!
Rustlers, they took our herd.
They killed my pa and Danny. Killed both of 'em!
I rode in and found 'em there.
Pa and Danny bushwhacked!
And the herd gone.
I won't be much good to you from here on out. My back is giving me trouble.
You're in good hands, however.
This man here, is a federal marshal.
Don't give me that bad back stuff.
You've got your job, I've got mine out at the Big W.
His father and his brother were murdered.
You a lawman or ain't you?
Not more than five, six hours ahead.
Now they must slow down.
Well, we won't.
On your feet! Get up!
The cattle won't live another day without water.
Mick, Willy, get 'em home. Rafe, go with 'em!
You've got one minute to pray.
There'll be no hangin' here.
They killed my father and brother. They're gonna get what's comin' to 'em.
They'll get what the law says is comin' to 'em.
If you can't stomach hanging, why don't you ride out?
We'll do what needs doin' here.
I'll say it one more time.
There's gonna be no hanging!
We're not turning three murderers loose!
That's right. You're turning them over to me, the law.
I'll make sure they get to Fort Grant.
Fort Grant's better than a three day's ride from here.
You'll never make it alone.
I didn't plan on makin' it alone.
You men got a $10 posse fee comin'.
I can't guarantee the government's gonna pay any more.
Every man who sticks with me will get an extra $10...
...if I have to pay for it myself.
I'll take my $10 now!
I've got your name. They'll send it to you.
We'll put in for the money ourselves, Marshal.
The men these rustlers killed, they were my friends.
These three, they are for hanging!
Leave us, Marshal...
...for just ten minutes.
Five minutes!
On your feet!
Thank you, Marshal.
I just want you to know, we had nothing to do with the killing.
Shut up.
We rustled the herd all right. But me and Ben, we...
Didn't I tell you to shut your mouth?!
My brother's telling the truth. He done it!
All right, Marshal! All right.
All right, saddle up those horses and nothing foolish.
You're very kind, Marshal. Would you be my friend, too?
Forget about it!
Say, I seen you when you drug that ol' Stone into jail.
I thought that was really something. I just about died right then and there.
I picked up my two amigos here, and rustled this fat herd...
...and headed lickety-split for south of the border.
You know something?
Mister... Deputy Marshal...
You know when I woked up, and seen that gun pointing right at my mouth...
...and you standing at the other end of it...
...I said to myself, "Miller, you move one inch and you're a dead man.
"This man's about to blow your head off."
I mean, what them boys said was right.
We guilty as hell.
You know, when we get to Fort Grant...
...all they gonna do is hang us.