One day, little girl
The sadness will leave your face
As soon as you've won
Your fight to get justice done
Some days, little girl
You'll wonder what life's about
But others have known
Few battles are won alone
So you look around to find
Someone who's kind
Someone who is fearless like you
The pain of it
willease a bit
When you find a man with true grit
One day you will rise
And you won't believe your eyes
You'll wake up and see
A world that is fine and free
Though summer seems far
Away
You'll find the sun
One day
Little Frank...
you take care of your mama.
l will.
You're not traveling very heavy, Tom.
lgot all lneed.
[Baby Cries]
You should be taking the train, Frank.
Fort Smith is too long a ride.
On Judy 70 miles will be just a pleasant outing.
Yarnell, lknow You'll take good care of the place for me,
you and my Mattie.
Where is Mattie?
l'm in here, Papa.
Well, little bookkeeper,
you got my wherewithal ready?
Of course.
How much are you allowing me?
There's right around...
$ 150 cash money.
Uh-huh.
You better hand me my good luck gold pieces, too.
Buying Texas mustang ponies,
You'll need more luck
than they put in at the mint.
You'll come around to my plan.
lintend to buy as many ponies as lcan swing.
we'll breed them for deer hunting.
ldon't think much of Texas ponies.
They're small and chicken-brained.
l'd say small and tough,
just right for keeping up with dogs through the brush.
You want my advice, Papa?
lalways do.
Buy the ponies cheap.
lexpect to.
This Colonel Stonehill,
he's got to get rid of them before winter sets in.
Papa, that gun's old-fashioned.
Buy a new one at Fort Smith.
lt served me Well at Chickamauga.
lt's got a long way to go yet.
[Mattie] Goodbye, Papa.
Tom Chaney-- there's trash for you.
should have stayed and looked after the place.
lt's his job.
Papa took him in when he was starving,
gave him a house.
Come, Mattie.
lt's only an old toolshed.
You can still throw a cat through the south wall.
lt's got a good roof.
This game's crooked.
What do you mean?
You've been dealing me seconds!
God damn crooks!
You've been stacking the decks!
Oh, come on, Tom.
We got our business done.
We want to make an early start for home.
Them card sharps was cheating me.
l'm getting my money back.
Not full of whiskey and with a gun.
A gun says a whole lot.
You work for me. lwon't allow it.
Give me your gun.
l'll give you one end!
Give me that gun.
Give me your gun.
all aboard!
Can you tell me where the undertaker is?
Around the corner from the courthouse.
Thank you.
[Train Whistle Blows]
Can't understand all these people being here.
Man on the train told me everybody coming here.
l'd like to know why.
They're hanging three men today at the courthouse.
We'd better go and see about Papa.
Man out rustling up business for hisself, looks like.
Well, seem like we have us a lot of time to waste
before we see anybody much.
lcan tell you want to go to that hanging.
Afraid lcan't.
Your mama said keep an eye on you.
Well, l'll go along.
Don't worry, lwon't tell Mama.
[Crowd Singing] A wretch like me
lonce was lost
But now am found
Was blind, but now lsee
'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear
Warm peanuts!
Fresh!
And grace my fears relieved
How sweet the sound
That man up there on the porch...
How precious did
That grace appear
That's Judge Parker.
He watches all the hangings.
He says it's his sense of duty.
Who knows what's in a man's heart?
The hour lfirst believed
Amen
The hangman's a yankee.
They say he won't spring the trap
on a boy that wore the blue.
No. l'm here. l'll--l'll see it all.
[Crowd Screams]
My goodness.
[Horse Whinnies]
That's not a fainthearted judge.
Chaney would get his due before such a judge.
ls that the man?
That is my father.
lf you would like to kiss him,
it will be all right.
No.
Put the lid on it.
l'm Mattie Ross
of near Dardanelle in Yell County,
and this is my friend Yarnell Poindexter.
He works on our place.
Yes, ma'am. State your business.
My father was killed in Fort Smith
by a coward named Tom Chaney.
l'm here to find out what you're doing about the murderer.
Well, we do know this much--
his name's Chambers,
he's now in lndian territory.
We think he was with Lucky Ned Pepper
robbing a mail hack Tuesday down on the Poteau River.
He's medium height with a black mark on his cheek.
That's a description of Tom Chaney.
There's no ''Chambers'' to it.
He got that black mark when a man fired a pistol in his face
and the powder got under the skin.
Why aren't you out looking for him?
lhave no authority in the lndian nation.
He's now the business of the U.S. Marshal.
Who's the best Marshal they have?
Bill Waters is the best tracker.
The meanest one is Rooster Cogburn--
a pitiless man, double tough.
Fear don't enter into his thinking.
L.T. Quinn is the straightest.
He brings prisoners in alive.
Where would lfind this Rooster?
The federal court this afternoon.
He's bringing in a load of prisoners from the territory.
ls Chaney one of them?
ldon't know. That's federal business.
Uh, your father's gun.
You'll want to take it home, lexpect.
His saddle is at Colonel Stonehill's stock barn,
and the rest of his things
are at the Mornock boardinghouse.
lwon't rest until Tom Chaney's barking in hell.
Yarnell...
You stay with Papa.
When you get him home,
put him in a better coffin
and bury him in Mason's apron.
Your Mama won't like you not coming with me.
lcan take care of myself.
Tell her not to sign anything till lget back.
People will take it wrong
that lleave this to you, Yarnell,
but lgot Papa's business to attend to.
Tell Mama l'm staying
at the Mornock boardinghouse
and l'm going to see if Tom Chaney's
one of the prisoners brought in,
and then l'll see this Rooster Cogburn.
all right, get out of the way.
Back up. Back up.
Stand up.
Come on out.
Move along!
Are those the prisoners from the lndian territory?
Yes, ma'am.
ls one of them Tom Chaney?
Cogburn ain't turned in his list yet.
Which one is Rooster Cogburn?
The big fella with the eye patch.
Go on!
all right, take it away.
Mr. Cogburn!
Wait. You come back here!
Mr. Cogburn!
Mr. Cogburn?
lsaid you come back here!
all right... come on up.
lf Mr. Cogburn thinks l'm put off by a locked door,
he does not know me.
l will be here when it opens.
The best time for you to nail Rooster is tomorrow.
He's due to testify before Judge Parker
in the Wharton case.
Thank you very much.
lappreciate your kindness.
Have some more dumplings, dear?
At the rate of 25 cents per meal,
lmight just as Well.
lwas hoping you were enjoying the dumplings.
They're all right.
Can't see 25 cents in a little flour and grease.
You're late, Mr. La Boof.
The French is La Boeuf.
lcall it La Beef.
Oh.
Mr. La Boeuf came in this evening.
Uh, your spurs, please.
My poor chairs are scratched enough already.
A right fancy rig, sir.
Watch out for the chicken and dumplings.
They'll hurt your eyes.
How's that?
They'll hurt your eyes looking for the chicken.
You squirrel-headed bastard.
Howdy.
What's your name?
l'd like to go to bed now,
but first l'd like to see my father's traps.
l'll take a guess and say your name is Mattie Ross.
This Mr. La Boeuf is a handsome man.
He needs a bath and a shave.
Well, he hails from Texas.
ljudge he's right proud of his cowlick.
How do you suppose he guessed my name?
He's a good guesser, lguess.
We're short of rooms on account of the hanging,
but You'll sleep in here with Grandma Turner.
Don't you worry about Grandma Turner.
She's used to doubling up.
ltake it my rent will be half, then.
This is your father's traps.
The watch and the knife are inside.
Chaney stole his money and his horse.
What is your opinion of a Federal Marshal called Rooster Cogburn?
Rooster Cogburn?
Lord, l've heard some terrible things about him.
He loves to pull a cork, lknow that.
His Honor Judge Parker.
all rise.
l'll have a peppermint to settle my stomach.
Y-Yes, sir. Right, sir.
The United States Court of the Western District
having criminal jurisdiction in the lndian territory,
is now in session.
ls that Judge Parker, the hanging judge?
Yeah.
He's a tough customer.
There's no appeal from his court
except to the President of the United States.
Call Deputy Marshal Cogburn.
Mr. Reuben J. Cogburn
will take the stand.
You're still sworn in. Take the stand.
Defense will cross-examine.
Mr. Cogburn, you testified
for the prosecution this morning.
ln order to refresh our memories,
allow me to summarize what you said.
According to your story,
C.C. Wharton grabbed up a shotgun
and killed Marshal Potter,
then he turned the gun on you, you say,
and you shot him.
Then, you say,
the father swung his ax and you shot him, too.
The defendant here tried to run, you say,
and you also shot him.
Just winged him, or he wouldn't be here to pay up.
The old man and C.C. hit the ground dead.
How long have you been a deputy marshal,
Mr. Cogburn?
Four years, come March.
How many men have you shot in that time?
The prosecution objects!
Overruled.
How many men have you shot
since you became a marshal, Mr. Cogburn?
lnever shot nobody ldidn't have to.
That was not the question. How many?
Uh...
Shot or killed?
Oh, let's restrict it to kill
so we may have a manageable figure.
Well, 12 to 15,
stopping men in flight and defending myself.
12 to 15.
So many that you cannot keep a specific count.
lhave examined the records, Mr. Cogburn.
A much more accurate figure is available.
Come now, how many?
Well, counting them two Whartons,
23.
lfelt you would come to it with a little effort.
23 dead men in 4 years.
That makes about six men a year.
lt's a dangerous business.
Oh, how much more dangerous for those arrested by you?
ls it not true
you sprang upon old man Wharton and his two sons
with a deadly six-shot revolver in your hand?
lalways try to be ready.
Was this revolver loaded and cocked?
Well, a gun that's unloaded and cocked ain't good for nothing.
Just answer my questions, if you please.
Well, the question don't make sense.
Don't bandy words with counsel, Mr. Cogburn.
Yes, sir.
You've testified that you backed away from old man Wharton.
Yes, sir.
Which direction were you going?
Backward.
lalways go backward when l'm backing away.
lappreciate the humor of that remark.
Aaron Wharton was standing by a pot when you arrived?
More like squatting.
He was stirring the fire under the scalding pot.
How far did you back away?
Six, eight steps.
Meaning Wharton advanced on you the same distance--
six or eight steps,
say about 16 feet?
Something like that.
Then will you explain why the body was found by the wash pot,
one arm in the flames,
the sleeve and hand smoldering?
Them hogs.
They was rooting around.
They may have moved the body.
Hogs, indeed.
Mr. Garley, do you have any more questions for Mr. Cogburn?
None that l'll get a straight answer to.
l'm finished with him.
You are dismissed, Mr. Cogburn.
Call the next witness.
Cecil Falling Leaf, take the stand.
Raise your right hand.
Mr. Rooster Cogburn?
What is it?
l'd like to talk with you a minute.
They tell me you're a man with true grit.
What do you want? Speak up.
You've already wrinkled the paper.
lt's pretty loose because your makings are too dry.
l'm looking for Tom Chaney.
Well, who's he?
He's the man that shot and killed my father, Frank Ross.
He's in the lndian territory.
lneed somebody to go after him.
Well, who are you?
Mattie Ross.
My family has 480 acres of good bottom land
near Dardanelle in Yell County.
My mother's home looking after my baby sister
and my brother little Frank.
Why don't you go home and leave me alone?
They'll need help with the churning.
Mr. Cogburn!
You can get a fugitive warrant for Tom Chaney,
and the government will give you $2.00 for bringing him in,
plus 10 cents a mile for each of you,
and l'll give you $50 reward.
You've looked into this.
Yes, lhave. lmean business.
What do you got there in your poke?
Why, by God, girl, that's a colt dragoon!
You're no bigger than a corn nubbin.
What are you doing with all this pistol?
lt belonged to my father.
He carried it bravely in the war.
lintend to kill Tom Chaney with it.
Well, this'll sure get the job done
if you can find a fence post
to rest it on while you take aim.
l'm afraid nothing will be done about Chaney
unless ldo it myself.
ldon't think you got $50.
l've got horse trading to do.
l'll have it by tomorrow.
You know a robber named Lucky Ned Pepper?
lknow him...
Well.
lshot him in the lip last August
over at Winding Stair Mountains.
He was lucky that day, all right.
My shooting was off.
l think Tom Chaney's tied up with him.
Yeah?
Yeah.
Huh.
Ned Pepper, huh?
Yeah.
Well, baby sister,
ldon't think you can get $50.
But if you're hungry, l'll give you supper.
we'll talk it over.
Make medicine. How does that suit you?
Right down to the ground.
l'd like to meet your family.
[Bell Rings]
This is my father, Chen Lee,
and my nephew, General Sterling Price.
You want more, Missy?
l've had enough,
and enough is good as a feast.
l've never seen chopsticks work before.
Chopsticks save your fingers.
Give me your cup.
ldon't drink coffee, thank you.
Well, now, what do you drink?
l'm partial to cool buttermilk.
We ain't got none of that.
We ain't got no lemonade, neither.
Let's get to the game.
Ahh.
My deal?
Yes, sir.
What about my proposition?
l'm thinking on it.
Sounds like a mighty easy way
to make $50 to me.
Don't crowd me.
l'm figuring expenses.
Don't see how you can play cards, drink whiskey,
and think of this detective business
all at the same time.
lf lhave to go up against Ned Pepper,
it'll cost $ 100.
lfigured that much out.
And 50 in advance.
You're taking advantage of me.
l'm giving you my children's rates.
lt isn't going to be easy
smoking old Ned out.
He'll be holed up down in that lndian nation.
Don't think l'm going to keep you in whiskey.
ldon't buy that.
lconfiscate it.
A touch of it wouldn't do you any harm
against the night air.
No, thank you.
Well, it's the real article.
Genuine double-rectified busthead.
Aged in the keg.
lwould not put a thief in my mouth
to steal my brains.
Well, Sis, my price is $ 100.
There it is.
Want to make medicine?
l will think about your proposition.
l'm going to the Mornock boardinghouse.
Walk me over there.
You are a lot of trouble.
Wait'll lfinish this hand.
You can never tell what's in a Chinaman's mind.
That's the way he bests you at cards.
[Bell Rings]
lgo.
[Squeak Squeak]
Scat!
Shh. Shh.
Mr. Rat.
lhave a writ here
says you're to stop eating Chen Lee's cornmeal forthwith.
Now, it's a rat writ writ for a rat,
and this is lawful service of same.
[Squeak Squeak]
Doesn't pay any attention to me.
Outside is place for shooting!
l'm serving some papers.
That was your job in the first place.
You can't serve papers on a rat, baby sister.
You got to kill him
or let him be.
What's your thoughts on it?
You going to drink all of that?
Judge Parker-- old carpetbagger,
but he knows his rats.
We had a good court going around here
till them pettifogging lawyers moved in.
A rat catcher's too tough on the rats.
Give them rats a fair show, they say.
What kind of fair show
Did they give old man Potter?
Tell me that.
Finer man never lived.
You're useless in this condition.
l'll walk over there by myself.
You scared of the dark?
l've never been scared of the dark.
lf lhad a horse pistol like that,
lwouldn't be scared of no boogerman.
l'm not scared of no boogerman.
Sugar?
No, thanks.
Cream?
Please.
Whoa.Just a dab.
Oh, Miss Ross.
l've been waiting
to have some private words with you.
And you, dear lady,
lfind a sweet distraction,
as lsuppose most men do.
will you excuse us?
Why, of course, Mr. La Boeuf.
What do you want of me?
Who are you?
Nobody yet, but lexpect to go high.
How?
Well, to begin with,
lexpect to marry Well.
Well, you have the hair combed for it.
How'd you know my name?
lsaw your mother yesterday.
What business did you have with her?
This. Can you identify
the man in this picture?
lt's a likeness of Tom Chaney.
There's no black mark on his face,
but that's him.
l'm looking for him.
lhear you are, too.
lknow about your father.
Why didn't you show me this last night?
lonly take one step at a time.
That's why lwas given two feet.
His real name is Therin Chilnsford.
He shot and killed a state senator named Bibbs.
l've been on his trail four months.
You some kind of law?
l'm a sergeant in the Texas Rangers.
l'm working for Senator Bibbs' family.
Chilnsford or Chaney,
he shot and killed the senator's bird dog.
Bibbs threatened to whip him,
and Chaney shot him sitting in a porch swing.
Well, you need not worry about Chaney anymore.
laim to have him hanged.
The sheriff informed me you were looking for somebody
to go after Chaney.
l've already found one.
His name is Rooster Cogburn.
He's a deputy marshal for the federal court,
toughest one they have.
Maybe l'll throw in with you and your marshal.
Talk that over with Rooster Cogburn.
lt's to our mutual advantage--
He knows the land, and lknow Chaney.
lt's a two-man job to take him alive,
and lmust have him alive down to Texas.
We're not taking Chaney to Texas.
we'll take him to Fort Smith and hang him.
ls it important where he hangs?
lt is to me.
More so to me.
There's a Well-placed young lady in Texas
who'd look with favor on me for bringing in Chaney.
Wouldn't a Texas hanging serve you just as Well?
lwant Chaney to pay for killing my father,
not for some Texas bird dog.
lt's not for the dog.
lt's for the senator, and your father, too.
Chaney will be just as dead.
lf in four months lcould not find Chaney
with a facial mark like banished Cain,
lwould not advise others.
Earlier, lgave some thought
to stealing a kiss from you,
although you are very young
and unattractive to boot.
But now l'm thinking of giving you
five good licks with my belt.
One would be as unpleasant as the other.
Touch me, You'll answer for it.
Texans don't understand our ways.
People here don't go easy
on abusers of women and children.
The children of Texans are brought up
to show respect for their elders.
They also gouge their horses
with great brutal spurs
and cultivate their hair like lettuce.
You'll push that saucy line too far.
Mr. La Boeuf, lhave no regard for you,
but you have enough for yourself to go around.
They are all for sale...
except those four scrubby ones.
And, uh... who do they belong to?
The heirs of the late Frank Ross.
l'm Mattie Ross.
l'd like to sell you those ponies my father bought.
That's out of the question.
My father bought those ponies for breeding.
l've looked at them, and they're all geldings.
You cannot breed geldings.
That hardly concerns me.
Your father bought four ponies,
paid $ 100 for them, and that's it.
lwant $300 for Papa's saddle horse
that was stolen from your barn.
Take that up with whoever stole it.
lt was in your care. You are responsible.
Ahem.
ladmire your sand,
but lam not liable.
l will take it to the law.
Do as you think best.
We will see if a widow and three children
get fair treatment here.
You have no case.
Lawyer J. Noble Daggett
of Dardanelle in Yell County may think otherwise.
You are impudent.
ldo not wish to be,
but l will not be pushed about when l'm right.
l'll speak to my attorney.
l'll speak with mine-- lawyer Daggett.
He will make money, l will make money,
your lawyer will make money,
and you, Mr. Licensed Auctioneer,
you will foot the bill.
You are a damn nuisance.
Lawyer Daggett? Who is this famous pleader
whose name lwas happily ignorant of?
Ever heard of the great Arkansas River,
Vicksburg, and Gulf and Steamship Company?
l've done business with the G.A.V. & G., yes.
He was the one that forced them into receivership.
They tried to mess with him.
all right. Come inside.
Sit down.
l will pay a total of $200
to your father's estate
when lhave in my hand a letter
absolving me of all liability
from the beginning of the world to date.
lwant $200 for Papa's horse Judy,
plus another $ 100 for the ponies. That's $300 total.
The ponies aren't part of this.
lwon't buy them back.
Then l'll keep the ponies.
The price for Judy alone will be $300.
lwouldn't pay that for winged pegasus.
Now, listen very carefully,
as l will not bargain further.
l will take the ponies back,
keep your father's saddle,
and settle for $200.
My lawyer would not wish me to consider
anything under $300.
For that, you get everything except the saddle.
lwould like to have that in writing,
for what it is worth.
When lhave it in my hand,
l'll remit the extortion money.
Now, this is your release.
You'll find it in order.
You had that already written out.
l'll give you a check.
lprefer cash.
100.
200.
300.
l'm sure You'll find a buyer for those ponies.
lhave a tentative offer of $ 10 a head
from the soap works at little Rock.
lt's a shame to render such spirited horseflesh into soap.
l'm confident the deal will fall through.
You can expect me back for my saddle.
l'm sure lcan.
Do you know a Marshal Rooster Cogburn?
Most people around here have heard of Rooster Cogburn,
and some people live to regret it.
lwould not be surprised to learn
that he's a relative of yours.
Good morning.
Where's Rooster Cogburn?
Sleep late. Very drunk last night.
l've never seen anybody in bed
at 10:00 in the morning who wasn't sick.
Coffee.
You ain't such an early bird yourself, baby sister.
ljust about give up on you.
Figured you'd gone home.
You need some more slats in that bed.
Trouble is, there's no slats in it at all,
except a damn Chinese rope bed torture contraption.
l'd like to burn it--
God dang, you got it.
How much is there there?
You still game?
Baby sister, lwas born game,
and lintend to go out that way.
all right. One understanding--
We leave this afternoon to get Tom Chaney.
Well, you're not going.
You've misjudged me.
lcan't go up against Ned Pepper's gang
and take care of a baby
all at the same time.
l'm not a baby.
You'll slow me down.
There's no hot grub or warm beds.
Papa took me coon hunting before.
This ain't no coon hunt.
lt's no place for a shirt-tailed kid.
They said that about coon hunting.
First night out, you'd be calling, ''Mama! Mama!''
l've left off crying.
Make up your mind.
lf you're not game,
l'll find somebody who is.
lknow you can drink whiskey.
lsaw you kill a rat.
But the rest has been talk.
l'm not paying for talk.
lought to paddle your rump.
How can you do that
from the hog wallow you're sunk into?
lf lsmelled as bad as you,
lwouldn't live near people.
l've made up a short agreement between us.
Sign it.
And here's $25.
Oh.
l'll give you another $25 when we leave,
and 50 when the job is done.
Well, lguess we can get started
at first light.
we'll cross the ferry.
lwant to talk to an informer
in the lndian nation.
Might know something.
l'll be more than ready.
Well, General...
look what we got.
There's an old saw that says,
''One white foot buy them,
''two white feet try them,
''three white feet be on the sly,
four white feet pass them by.''
But ldo not hold with that.
[Neigh]
ljust received word that a young girl
fell head first into a 50-foot Well on the Towsend Road.
lthought perhaps it was you.
No, it was not l.
What do you hear from the little Rock soap man?
Nothing.
l'll take one of those ponies off your hands--
the black one with the white stockings.
l will call him little Blackie.
What is your offer?
l will pay the market price.
The soap man offered you $ 10 a head.
That is a lot price.
You recall lpaid you $25 a head
only this morning.
That was the market price at that time.
Tell me this,
do you entertain plans of ever leaving this city?
Yes. l'm off early tomorrow morning for the lndian nation.
Marshal Rooster Cogburn and l
are going after the murderer Tom Chaney.
Cogburn. How did you light on that greasy vagabond?
They say he has grit.
lwanted a man with grit.
Well, lsuppose he has that.
He's a notorious thumper.
He's not a man lwould share a bed with.
Nor would l.
lwouldn't trust him too much.
lhave only paid him a token payment.
The balance will be paid when the job is done.
lt may prove to be a hard journey.
A good Christian does not flinch from these difficulties.
Neither does he rashly court them.
The good Christian is not willful or presumptuous.
You think l'm wrong?
l think you are wrong-headed.
l will pay you $ 12 for that pony...
if you shoe him for me.
l will not ride a barefoot pony.
Good morning.
Howdy.
What are you doing here?
l'm having a little conversation with the marshal.
Sit down, sis. Have some taffy.
This jaybird says he's on the track
of the same man we're after,
like to throw in with us.
lhave already told him we're not interested.
He's gone behind my back.
Well, a fella that carries a big boar sharps carbine
might come in handy
if we get jumped by elephants or buffalo or something.
We don't need him.
Got everything ready?
all but the grub.
lreckon lmust have the wrong man.
Do you let little girls hurrah you, Cogburn?
Would you mind repeating that, jaybird?
There's no hurrahing in it.
The marshal's working for me.
How much she paying you?
Enough.
ls she paying you $500?
No.
That's what the Governor of Texas has put up
for this man she calls Chaney.
$500? Very little for a man who's killed a senator.
Bibbs was a little senator.
Hmm...Well, lguess l'll just stick with sis.
The Bibbs family's put up another $ 1,500 for Chaney.
Have they now. What are the terms?
Deliver Chaney. They don't care if he's alive or dead.
Ah, that's more to my liking.
How you figuring on splitting up the money?
lf we take him alive,
l'll split the $ 1,500 with you
and keep the state reward of $500.
lf we kill him, l'll give you $500.
He wants to take Chaney back to Texas.
That's not what lwant.
You both want him caught and punished.
lwant Chaney hanged for my father's murder.
lt's little to me how many dogs he killed.
Well, you can tell him to his face,
you can spit in his eye,
you can make him eat sand,
you can shoot him in the foot,
but we got to catch him.
You got to learn you can't have everything
your own way.
When lbought something, l'll have it my way.
ldon't understand this. She ain't going, anyhow.
You run along home, your mama wants you.
ltold her she could go.
No. She'll make nothing but trouble.
Maybe l'll catch this Chaney by myself
and take all the money.
You might deliver him,
but l'd see to it you didn't collect a thing.
How'd you go about that?
l'd dispute your claim, muddy up the water.
Do that and l'll kill you.
lwouldn't count too much on shading somebody ldidn't know.
lain't never seen nobody from Texas lcouldn't shade.
You get crossways of me,
and You'll think a thousand of brick have fell on you.
You wished you was back at the Alamo with Travis.
Knock him down, Rooster.
Stay out of this.
That reward money's a pig in the poke.
l've given you good cash money.
Look at him grin, he'll cheat you.
Fella's got to think about himself once in a while.
we'll get your man, that's the main thing.
Give me my $25 back.
Hand it over.
lspent it.
You sorry piece of trash.
l'll get it. l'll send it to you.
That's a big story. You can't cheat me.
You may Well hear from my lawyer Daggett.
[Door Opens]
[Door Closes]
Lawyer Daggett? who's lawyer Daggett?
lwouldn't worry about him.
l'd worry about our business at hand.
Red.
Good morning.
The river looks kind of high.
Yeah. lt's been raining upcountry.
Who you looking for this time, Marshal?
Red, if lwas to tell you that,
you might tell him.
Well, you're Well enough armed.
lwould say Tom Chaney look out.
Can't you get anything through your head?
You're not going.
Forget about the freight, Paddy,
and take us on across.
You're not getting on this ferry.
This is open to the public.
lhave paid my 10 cents.
Take this girl to the sheriff.
She's a runaway, and there's a $50 reward.
That's a big story.
Ask the marshal.
Oh, she's a runaway, all right.
Bound to be paper on her.
They're in this story together.
l've got business across the river.
lf you interfere, You'll land up in court,
which you don't want to be.
l've got a good lawyer in J. Noble Daggett.
Lawyer Daggett again.
She draws him like a gun.
l will not walk up that hill.
l'm not about to let $50 slide.
Get on that horse, then.
Wait a minute.
lgot to fix my hat.
Oh!
Hey! Come back here!
By God!
She reminds me of me.
Then we might just not get along.
Well, you were a little slow getting across.
lsaid you wasn't going.
Go back.
l will do no such thing.
La Boeuf...
Right.
Those horses can't get away from little Blackie.
They're loaded down with fat men and iron.
Aah!
Now we'll see what tune you sing.
Ow!
l'm going to raise welts on you.
See what good it does you!
You're not hurting me! l'm just mad!
Are you going to let him do this?
ldon't believe l will.
Drop that switch, La Boeuf.
Put it down.
You're enjoying it too much.
lgo ahead with what lstart.
You do, and it'll be the biggest mistake
you ever made, you Texas brush popper.
You've taken her part all along,
but you ain't doing her no kindness here.
Just leave her alone.
This has given me a plan.
When we locate Chaney,
we can jump him,
knock him insensible, tie his feet,
and take him back alive. What do you think?
You wouldn't like to know what l think.
Get on your horse.
lt's not dinnertime by now?
Dinnertime will come and go without notice.
Get on your horse.
[Rooster Crows]
Presbyterian, huh?
Southern or Cumberland?
Southern.
My folks are Cumberland. Proud of it.
lwas raised in an Episcopal church.
Figured you for some kind of kneeler.
Well, what did you learn?
Well, Ned was sighted at Mcallister's store
about three days ago.
He goes there from time to time
to pay attention to a lewd woman.
There's an old thief named Hayes with him
and a Mexican on a round-bellied pony.
Our man Chaney wasn't seen,
but it's certain he was in
on that mail hijacking job. Stew?
This is worse than a pig trail.
Shortest way to Mcallister's.
How far is it?
Around 60 miles.
we'll make 15 today,
get an early start tomorrow.
How do you like this coon hunt, sister?
Don't be looking around for me.
l'll be right here.
You look like a hog on ice.
Bucket is heavy.
l'm stronger than llook.
What did you bring for us to eat?
Oh, salt,
red pepper,
taffy.
Carry those in your pockets?
Yeah. Along with cartridges and skinning knife.
What are those things?
Corn dodgers.
Goodness. How many you got in there?
Oh, must be 17 5.
Can't scarcely credit that.
Yeah. Chen Lee must've thought
it was for a wagonload of marshals.
That tastes like iron.
You're lucky to be where water's handy.
l've drunken out of a filthy hoof print,
and lwas glad to get it.
lf ever lmeet one of you Texas waddies
who ain't drunk water from a hoof print,
l think l'll shake their hand
or buy them a Daniel Webster cigar.
How long you boys down there
been mounted on sheep?
Go ahead and have your little joke,
but l'll tell you one thing.
That little fella will still be running
when your big American stud is collapsed.
Sheep.
Don't you think that fire's a little big
if we're going to pass unnoticed?
Small fire's ranger policy.
Aww.
Of all the dumb things--
Listen. lhave an idea.
Would you like to hear the story
of the midnight caller?
One of you play the caller,
and l'll play all the other parts.
Fine. Go ahead and tell it.
l'll tell the story if you stop drinking.
Let it go.
That, baby sister, is no trade.
[Turkey Gobbles]
[Gunshot]
Least little Blackie likes the corn dodgers.
lt's the salt in them.
We won't get to Mcallister's by dark,
so we better head for a dugout lknow.
lt's empty, and it's shelter.
We can eat your turkey there.
ldon't see how. lt's all ripped up.
Yeah. Pretty chewed.
Too much gun.
lthought you said it'd be empty.
Who are ya?
What do ya want?
We're looking for a place to sleep.
Well, there's no room for you here.