"There being no security of life or property within its borders...
"it becomes the duty of the undersigned Col. Carleton...
"to represent the authority...
"of the United States over the people of Arizona."
Martial law, that's what it is.
That sure fixes you, Judge.
My good man...
Gentlemen, the Colonel has merely stepped in...
to relieve me of a few of my administrative duties.
I accept his generous offer of cooperation with open arms.
That's what you say.
Don't crowd me. Let's see, where was I?
The Colonel's just declared martial law.
Yeah?
And Phoebe's already got an order to supply hay for the government horses.
And our drivers are quitting to hook up with her.
There's that soldier helping her.
If she supplies hay, she'll be doing their freighting next.
And with the Army contract to build on...
she'll take over all the business in this territory.
Well, anyway, there's Indians to take care of her wagons.
Idiot. She'll have Army escorts.
Ward, we haven't a chance.
Unless we stop Phoebe right at the start.
- We can't fight the Army. - No.
But we can help the Army fight those who betray it.
Have you declared allegiance to the Union?
Soon as you told me.
There's one thing in our favor.
The colonel doesn't know anything about anybody in Tucson yet.
Buttercup, as a good citizen of the Union, you're going to the Colonel...
with confidential information about Miss Phoebe Titus.
That's sure taking a chance.
You want to keep control of the freighting business, don't you?
- Why, sure I do. - All right.
How would you like to see your wagons with big banners on them...
Lazarus Ward, The Government's Choice?
- Do you think, maybe? - I know it.
And to prove your case, we might even dig up a Confederate receipt...
with Phoebe's name on it.
That alone would take the Army freighting away from her.
Carteret, I think you've figured out a honey.
- Phoebe? - Come in.
Hello.
I see your wagons are all ready.
Yep, and there's a first-rate teamster for every wagon that's lined up out there.
I'll be back in business starting at dawn, freighting for the Army.
Oh, it's a wonderful feeling.
A pie over there for you.
What's the matter?
Phoebe, here's an order from Col. Carleton...
- canceling your freighting deal. - Canceling?
You're to report to him tomorrow morning.
He doesn't say why.
I found out a little from the adjutant.
Somebody reported that you hauled ammunition...
for the Confederates when they were here.
I did not!
- That's what I wanted to hear. - Who claims I did?
Well, it's a confidential report.
- Now that you set me straight... - There's only one man that would do this...
Lazarus Ward.
He's after the Army freighting business.
The trouble is, how can I prove he's a liar with the Confederates gone?
If Ward's the one, we'll see to it that he calls himself a liar...
in front of the Colonel.
Right now I've got to get back to the Army camp and find out if it was him.
I'll see you soon as I know.
Open your mouth and I'll blow a hole clean through you.
Get up. Start for my house through that door.
Don't raise your hands, just act natural.
Never mind your boots.
What's come over you, Phoebe?
What set you on the warpath?
Where's Ward?
Well, I ain't seen him since early tonight.
Maybe you can tell me where he is.
I? Why should I know?
You're around here often enough to know.
Wait a minute.
Walk straight ahead. You'll find a tinderbox.
Light the candle on the table.
Get away from that gun.
You won't be so frisky come morning.
I knew you were the one.
Sit down. Not there, you'll poison my pie.
Get over there, hurry up.
Ward, did you ever see a man's stomach tore open by a shotgun?
Why do you say that, Phoebe?
If I get arrested tomorrow and sent off to Yuma, it's gonna be very unhandy.
Especially if you take over my freighting business.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Maybe you don't remember telling Col. Carleton...
that I declared for the South, that I sold ammunition to the Confederates.
Me? There ain't a word of truth.
Ward, it's kind of horrifying to know you're going to be killed.
But it's a heap sight worse to know it's coming and not know when.
What do you mean, Phoebe?
Can you write?
Some. Why?
Write on the back of that paper.
Tell the Colonel in your own hand that you told a pack of lies about me.
I won't write nothing.
Suit yourself.
Now, some time before morning...
I'm gonna let off both barrels of this shotgun right at you.
I don't know just what time it'll happen.
Whenever my finger gets to itching too much.
But you can depend on it.
You're going to have a double hole blowed clean through you.
Maybe 10 minutes, maybe two hours.
All you have to do is sit comfortable till I think it's the right time.
You wouldn't do it.
I'm not ready yet.
Honest, Phoebe. I never told the Colonel nothing. Honest.
Well, I guess I'd better be getting this over with.
- Brace yourself. - Don't pull! I'll write.
Don't pull. I'll write.
You come close to being too late.
Take that pencil and write down what I say.
Col. Carleton, there wasn't a word of truth to...
Go ahead. Write.
Yeah. So I'm supposed to sit quiet and write my life away.
Now we'll see who's getting holes blowed in them.
Drop that gun.
- Let's have some light in here, Phoebe. - Soldier, am I glad to see you.
- I've been looking for you, Ward. - He's the one, all right.
That's what I found out.
I was only trying to make a living.
Almost had him writing a letter to the colonel.
Well, Ward, I'll make it easy to understand.
I don't like you and it would be a pleasure to kill you.
You sit down and start writing or I'll pull this trigger fast till it won't shoot no more.
I'll tell him what to put down.
Whatever you want.
Col. Carleton, there wasn't a word of truth to what I said...
about Phoebe Titus hauling ammunition for the Confederates.
You're talking too fast.
Then listen to me once and write it the second time.
I want to get this set in my mind right now.
I made it up to get rid of her, so as I could ruin her freighting business.
She never took sides either way, but minded her own business.
And furthermore, Col. Carleton, I am a no-good skunk.
Yeah, that makes it plain.
That's what you'll put down just before you sign your name.
And now since you've got a pretty good idea, let's start writing again.
Col. Carleton, there wasn't a word of truth to what I said...
Say, you'd better stay here tonight and guard this skunk...
so we can deliver him and his message to the Colonel in the morning.
You're the boss.
Ward, when you did this to my pie, you went too far.
- We're all ready to go, ma'am. 10 wagons. - All right.
- Pick up your Army escort at the camp. - Yes, ma'am.
Indians start anything, take your orders from whoever's in charge of the soldiers.
That suits me. See you soon.
So long, Terry.
Hiya, pop.
Hello, lady.
Joe, better go get your eats.
Wouldn't I be a mess scrunched over a bunch of figures in here?
What made you think of that?
I'm leaving the Army.
Getting your discharge?
Couple of weeks.
I thought it all over, Phoebe. I concluded you need somebody around here.
That's right.
You been having more trouble than one person can handle.
So I decided we better share it, all the way.
You asking me to marry you?
Roundabout.
Is there still something you don't like about me?
No, it's not that.
If there wasn't something I didn't like about a man...
I couldn't stand the sight of him.
Then what's troubling you?
Do you know why I'm working so hard in this freighting business?
You said once so you'd have the best ranch in Arizona.
I got the ranch land.
Bought it dirt cheap from people pulling out of here.
Now all I have to do is build on it and irrigate.
I know some about ranching.
Can you tell good cattle when you see them?
That ain't hard.
- Seen any around here? - No.
Peter, I'll tell you honest.
There's nothing I'd like better than to have you move out onto that ranch...
with me as my husband.
Well, I'm glad to hear it.
As soon as you take care of a little errand for me.
- Errand? - Yeah.
I want you to go to Nebraska Territory...
pick out 500 head of the best eastern-bred cattle and bring them back here.
Errand?
It won't be long now before the railroads will be getting this far west.
They'll bring in more people than you can shake a stick at.
Mining men, thousands of real American families.
And I'm going to be ready for them...
with the finest herd of beef and dairy cattle in this territory.
Nebraska.
The war hasn't hit Nebraska yet.
There's bound to be men there that got out of the East with their stock...
before trouble started.
I want you to pick out 500 head of the best.
Gosh almighty.
I'm quitting the Army to settle down with you...
and the first thing you do is send me away for a honeymoon with 500 cows.
And who can say they won't be fighting the whole darn war in Nebraska...
when I get there?
The next time the Army paymaster comes to town, I'll have $15,000, all told.
I'm turning that over to you, every cent I have in the world...
to make something possible I've dreamed about ever since I came to Arizona.
That money is our life together, our future.
I'm trusting it to you.
Who said I was going?
You'll go.
Yes, I'll go, because a man in love with a woman don't have his right mind.
It sounded kind of pretty the way you said it...
about our life together, our future.
You're the one that can make it happen.
But right now I'm going out and buy myself a drink...
a sheepherder's delight with a mule's hind foot in it.
Maybe then my head'll quit rattling.
Errand!
I hope that Army paymaster don't run out of money.
They owe me for 200 hams.
Considering the load of money that Phoebe carried out of here...
he might go bankrupt at that.
Evening, Sergeant.
Helping to keep the town quiet?
Yep. Last night in the Army and I drew patrol duty.
Well, Judge, Johnny take care of you all right?
No complaints, Sol.
- Howdy, soldier. - Judge.
Looks like a little Arizona dew.
Mind if we share your dry spot?
It's still a free country.
Well, sir, I'm always glad when that Army paymaster of yours comes to town.
Government pays what it owes to the people, soldiers spend what they earn...
and everybody in town gets benefited or drunk.
From what I remember you should be carousing around with the worst of them.
No, I'm a changed man, soldier.
My heart did a back tumble on me and I sort of got religion.
I ain't had a drink in six months...
and even Miss Phoebe took kindly to me.
Well, the ranchers can use this rain. It sure is good.
Warner, you've lived in Tucson quite a spell.
Do people get out of hand much...
celebrating when the Army paymaster comes to town?
Oh, a little shooting and such.
This is a good time to have your money in a San Francisco bank.
I only drew out enough for operating expenses.
I tried to tell Phoebe to leave hers on deposit.
Well, maybe the rains will keep things quiet.
I guess I'm due for some sleep. Good night.
Evening.
All ready. I saw her put the money in the safe.
Carteret, I don't know about blowing that safe. It'll make a lot of noise.
Try to make her give you the key.
These men are supposed to be bandits from Mexico, they're not to talk.
- I only thought... - I told you to quit thinking.
Get whatever is in the safe, head for the border and then circle back here.
- Is that plain? - Yeah. Sure.
- All right, clear out. - Yeah, clear out!
Well, that's that.
Why couldn't you wait to get your money from the Army paymaster tomorrow...
when I'd be out of the Army.
What happened, Phoebe?
Joe, go to the Army post.
Tell them Mexican bandits just robbed me of $15,000.
I'll be dogged.
Which way did they head?
Back towards Sonora, no telling where they'll end up.
- Hurry, Joe. - Yes.
Why don't you start after them?
Nobody's ever going to trail those men. It's raining pitchforks.
There won't be a sign left.
Well, we might as well give up our trip to Nebraska.
Good morning.
- Oh, hello. - Have you got a minute?
Sure.
Joe, you'd better go get your eats.
- Have a seat. - Thank you.
Well, I haven't seen you around lately.
I've been away quite a bit. Investigating mining properties.
I was sorry to hear of the robbery.
Oh, spilled milk.
Miss Phoebe, I don't want to seem meddlesome...
but several people have told me that on account of the robbery...
you're in rather a difficult position over some plans you've made.
Well, I guess it's no secret.
To speak plain, I'm just about stopped cold.
They say you'd like to bring some eastern-bred cattle here.
Well, do you think I'm crazy, too?
Here's my opinion.
When a lady has that much faith in herself and in the future of this territory...
I'd say she was a better investment than a copper mine.
I'll lend you as much as you need.
You mean you'll lend me $15,000?
15 or 20, at any interest you think it's worth.
- Is 6% all right? - Certainly.
We'll name your freighting equipment and ranch land as security.
- lf you think it's too much... - No, that's fair.
I'll draw up the note and bring the money.
It'll be a few minutes.
Mr. Carteret, if there was any way of thanking you...
Oh, that's all right.
I wish you and your soldier the best of luck.
- Where did you get it? - Carteret.
- Why did you go to him? - I didn't. He came to me.
- I know you don't think much of him, Peter... - Where'd he get $15,000?
He came out here to invest in mining properties.
He came to you, huh? Just walked up and offered the money.
Yeah.
How much did you have to give for it?
6%. And I put up my...
freighting property and ranch land for security.
Maybe if I'd thought about it for a while I never would have taken the loan.
But it was my only chance to get what was almost lost for good, so I grabbed it.
Well, I guess you know your own business.
But from the little checking I've been doing...
I'd say the whole thing smells of polecat.
Why?
Phoebe, I'm the man you're going to marry, is that right?
- Yes. - So when I tell you the man's no good...
without being able to prove it, whose side are you on?
- You know the answer to that. - All right.
Well, anyway, he's furnished what we wanted.
Plenty of time to check up on him when you get back from Nebraska.
Yeah. I'd better get ready...
because the quicker I leave, the quicker I'll get back.
Then I'll do some real finding out.
- Did you do it? - Yep!
If Muncie doesn't get back to Arizona with the cattle...
we'll take over Phoebe's freighting business and land.
If he does, there'll be an Indian attack just before he reaches Tucson...
and we'll still own everything the lady has.
And all did with her own money.
Yes, sir, buttercup. That's how it's did.
Well, I'm ready.
Say.
Oh, Teresa made this specially for your going away.
So we don't have to say anything more about that.
All right.
There's an Army scouting party leaving.
Be good company as far as Camp Bowie.
- From then on... - I ain't worried.
Maybe I been crawdadding quite a bit about the trouble I'd run into, but...
I kind of think I'm going to enjoy it.
I know.
Hang on to that money.
It's going to spoil my rest...
but I'll sleep on it every night.
There's a little something I got for you to take along.
It might come in handy with you traveling alone so much.
Well, I'll be.
- I never seed a gun this pretty. - It's a Henry.
The important thing is it shoots 16 brass cartridges without reloading.
Sixteen?
This case is filled with cartridge tubes.
All you have to do is...
empty one of these into your gun and start shooting.
More shells in that package.
Phoebe, I never expected nothing like this.
That ranch will be ready when you get back.
Every penny I make freighting will be spent in building.
There's good adobe for bricks right on the place...
labor's cheap.
- You sure sound like you mean business. - I do.
We're going to have the best cattle ranch in Arizona.
I wish I could forget that you're a woman, and I'm leaving you here alone.
If you run into any trouble, save it for me.
And if you happen to find out my guess is right about that dude...
keep quiet till I get back.
Whatever you do, don't talk out of turn.
I'll take care of myself.
I guess the trip will take about six months...
buying the cattle and lining up some good hands to bring them back...
but don't you worry.
Peter.
Gosh almighty.
- That sure was good. - Now, skedaddle.
Those soldiers will be on their way back before you get started.
- Phoebe, could I... - I said skedaddle.
Everything will be waiting on you.
See you sometime, honey.
I want some cloth for curtains, 15 yards, finest chintz you got.
And all the china dishes you can lay your hands on.
Phoebe...
I don't mind selling all the things you've ordered these past months...
but why do you keep on putting every dollar you earn into that ranch?
I told Peter it would be ready when he got back.
Besides, where is there a better place to put it?
Well, I just mean that anybody that owes as much money as you do...
should be careful about what's spent.
Especially when you're in debt to a man like Carteret.
Why do you say "a man like Carteret"?
Well, I can't just put my finger on why I don't trust the man...
but there is plenty of other people in town getting suspicious of him, too.
Why?
Well, I guess it's mainly because he don't seem to be doing nothing for a living.
And being seen around so much lately with Ward.
Yeah.
Peter gave me some ideas about Carteret a long time ago.
I guess he knew what he was talking about.
What did he say?
Now you just forget about that.
See that everything gets out to my house the first of the week...
because it will be ready inside by then.
All right, I'll bring the last load out myself.
- Like to see how the place is coming. - Good.
Say, keep your ears open for any word from Army scouts...
about any cattle headed this way.
Teresa.
Here comes Sol with another load.
Have a couple of men move it into the house, will you?
Take it around the back.
- Hiya, Sol. - Hi, Phoebe.
Well, there is your last load.
- I guess that about winds up everything. - Thanks, Sol.
- Heard any news from the Army scouts yet? - Not yet.
Those cattle are getting near, I can feel it in my bones.
Well, how does the place look to you now?
Couldn't be better.
The rest of the fruit trees get put in today...
all the planting around the house.
Now all we need is that furniture sitting in the rooms...
and the smell of some good cooking in the kitchen.
Say, you sure talk a fine meal.
- That tree helps a lot, don't it? - Yeah, I suppose so.
How?
It's nice to have plenty of shade...
for a man to cool off in the heat of the day...
and watch his cattle grazing down there in the valley.
That man, huh?
Yep, that man.
Say, wouldn't it be something...
if you was to have the first American baby born in Arizona?
Why not?
Well, I guess you...
What does he want?
Now, be careful, Phoebe, he's done nothing wrong till there's proof.
Don't worry.
- Good morning. - Howdy.
- Good morning. - Have you heard from Mr. Muncie?
- No. - That's very unfortunate.
There's no cause to worry.
I'm sorry I can't agree with you.
What do you mean?
- That loan's due tomorrow. - Tomorrow?
I don't remember you setting any date.
You accepted the money on those terms.
I don't care what your terms are. I can't pay you that soon.
You know she can't pay now.
You know this just fits in with what I've been guessing about you...
and your business dealings.
Miss Phoebe, you've accused me of something. What?
Just what you think.
You owe me a direct answer. Is that right, Warner?
She's never traded yet on being a woman...
have you, Phoebe?
That doesn't matter. I have a man to answer for what I say.
That satisfies me.
- Say it. - All right.
I've concluded that a woman that borrows her own money that was stolen from her...
is a downright fool.
That isn't quite clear.
You didn't have the money to lend me till after my safe was robbed. Is that clear?
It is.
Carteret, if you'll allow for the fact that Phoebe's upset about this...
Never mind.
I've been called a thief...
by someone I tried to help.
All right...
I'll take over this property tomorrow...
and get satisfaction from Mr. Muncie, if he returns.
Whoa! Hold the wagon.
All right, go ahead.
Tell Mano the important thing is to get those cattle away from Muncie.
- Yes, sir. - He'll need about 50 Indians for that.
Stupid. Those men with Muncie are fighters or they wouldn't have come this far.
- Tell Mano we'll need 100 braves. - Yes, sir.
Say, Phoebe...
there's a scout says a cattle outfit is camped a half day east of here.
- How many cattle? - 500, 600.
Did the scout say anything about it being Muncie's outfit?
No, it came through in a hurry.
It's bound to be him.
- Where are you going? - I'm riding out to meet him.
Through that Indian country?
You won't leave here unless you get an Army escort...
- not if I have to hog-tie you. - What do you think could harm me now?
Then I'll go with you.
No, you won't. This is something that belongs to me. Alone.
You did it.
- Are these Muncie's cattle? - Yeah.
Where is he?
There's your cows.
How many did you lose?
Started out with 506, got this far with 520...
counting calves.
Well, they look kind of gaunt.
You might say they'd come a little ways.
Did you have much of a trip?
Brushed three times with Sioux and once with Apaches.
I ain't sorry it's finished.
What was I saying about this trip being finished?
They're after our cattle.
- We're losing our cattle, let's fight. - That won't help.
We got one chance.
Have the men on this side get ahead of the herd...
and we'll try to stampede them back into the Indians. Hurry.
Get to the head of the herd. We're gonna drive them into the Indians.
Say, this must have been some errand.
Well, you finally owned up you didn't send me after a spool of thread.
Yeah.
Those cattle sure earned a rest.
You better have that ranch ready.
It's ready, all right...
if we can hang onto it.
What happened?
Carteret put a time limit on that loan.
- He's taking over everything. - He is, huh?
Not while I'm around.
I've had plenty of time to figure on this trip...
and I decided Carteret's behind everything that's been working against you.
He's been seen around a lot with Ward lately. The whole town's noticed it.
That makes my figuring right.
I'll bet this herd of cattle they stole your $15,000.
I hope you can prove that in a hurry...
because I already talked us into a mess.
I told you to keep quiet till I got back.
I know, but...
when Carteret showed up yesterday to collect...
I kind of lost my head.
What did you say?
I called him a thief.
He said I wouldn't dare say that if I wasn't a woman.
Well?
I told him I had a man to answer for what I said.
That's right. That's what you should've said.
All he wanted was an excuse to start gunning for you.
Now he's got it. No telling what will happen.
Yeah.
Now don't you start looking for trouble.
The important thing for us to do is to figure out how to hang onto that ranch.
I was afraid things might get quiet...
but with Carteret gunning for me...
there's gonna be plenty happening around Tucson when we get in.
Let's go.
There's a turnoff ahead that goes right past the ranch.
Turnoff?
Lady, we're driving this herd of cattle right to Tucson...
so the whole blamed town can take a look.
- No. - Yes.
Get them moving.
That puddingheaded Indian chief.
All those guns and he still lets Muncie get through.
You're always the smart one. What can we do?
It looks like I'll have to take care of Mr. Muncie right now.
You can't shoot from here.
- The whole town would know. - Shut up.
But you've...
There they are.
I wish you'd picked a safer way to show off these cattle.
- Keep your eyes peeled for trouble now. - I know what I'm doing.
- Good work, Muncie. - Thanks, Bart.
We're all ready to start celebrating as soon as you set the date for that wedding.
Well, you can pick your own date, just so it's no later than tomorrow.
- Right? - Yeah, well, let's get moving.
You can give the bride away, Sol, and Bart, you can hold me up.
I sure hope there'll be no shooting match to spoil this.
- Where are you going? - After Carteret.
Now's as good a time to settle as any.
Wait!
Your errand isn't finished till you get these cattle onto that ranch, that comes first.
- Listen, Phoebe... - We'll take care of personal matters later.
Let's finish what we're doing.
A man can't even pick his own time to go skunk hunting.
Why can't we go out tomorrow and take over the ranch before they raise the money?
Then we can sell it for more than they owe us.
Be quiet.
There he is.
Wait!
I got something to say about this, I'm your partner.
Yes, I hadn't thought...
- You're still my partner. - This shooting won't help nothing.
Ward, at last you've used your head.
You're right. A shooting won't help. No.
Let's get out of town for a while, in case Muncie starts looking for me.
Then, when we come back, we can take over legally, as you suggested.
You're getting me so upset lately, I'm surprised I can think at all.
In a little while, though...
you won't have anything to worry about, partner.
You sure you got that paper wrote good?
We can demand the security or the money outright...
- without having to foreclose or nothing? - That I can.
- Quit talking that way. - You're raising your voice, Ward.
I don't like that.
Then stop acting funny.
You get me so I don't know whether you're waiting to plug me in the back, or what.
I'm a man of my word. I don't shoot people in the back.
And I haven't forgotten that you took me into partnership...
when I didn't have a penny in the world.
That means a lot to me, Ward.
I just wanted you to know that I appreciate that...
even if I do like my little joke now and then.
That's all right.
We'll break up our partnership if you want...
but we'll still be the best of friends.
- Won't we? - Sure.
I'm sorry for the way I acted.
But so many things have been happening to me...
I guess I'm getting too suspicious, I...
You next, Mr. Muncie.
- Who did this? - Muncie.
What did you tell him?
He acted like he knew everything about us.
I had to keep answering questions or...
get killed.
What did you tell him?
All about robbing Phoebe, the Indian deal...
everything.
- lf you aren't out of town in five minutes... - I'll go.
Where's Timmins and Longstreet?
Cleared out, headed for Yuma.
- You're the only proof Muncie's got. - I know.
My horse is outside. Start moving.
Sure. They won't catch me. Where's Ward?
Get moving.
We'll need lots of room for the wedding.
- Everybody within 50 miles will be here. - Sure.
Free drinks, free dancing, and plenty of free-for-alls.
Gentlemen.
There's a kind of religious feel to this wedding...
of Phoebe Titus and Peter Muncie.
And I'd say the festivities ought to be sort of decorous.
Meaning the whole town shouldn't get drunk simultaneous?
There's just one way to do this.
Start her whizzing at sunup and let her rip...
- till the whole town's wore out. - That's what I'm saying.
What's a celebration without any celebrating?
- Sure! - My friends, them days is gone. We're...
Well, Muncie...
it looks like you sort of caught us in the act of preparing for your wedding.
Yeah.
I don't mean to interrupt your plans, gentlemen...
but I wonder if anybody can tell me where I can find Carteret?
- He might be in Ward's saloon. - I've been there.
Come to think of it, I ain't seen him today.
Any of you men?
- No. - Nope.
I been busy since I got back...
and what I found out you'll all know when the time's right.
There's a herd of skunks in this town that ain't got a right to live...
and when I finish with the head one, you can do what you want with the rest.
I'm handling Jeff Carteret myself.
Men, if this wedding happens, it's gonna be darn nigh historic.
Good morning, José. Turn the buggy around, will you, please?
Señoríta will be ready very soon. This is a special day, so it takes time.
You wait, no?
I guess that's the thing to do.
Well, I hurry to the Plaza now...
and buy some flowers for throwing at the bride and groom.
- I see you there, maybe? - I'll be looking.
Hello, honey.
I notice you drifted right to the shade tree.
Think it's in a good spot?
Like it was put here to order.
It was.
Well, what do you know?
Phoebe, this may not be exactly the wedding celebration we'd hoped for.
Why?
Well, Carteret's set to make trouble, all right...
soon as we're married.
Maybe he was only talking.
A lot's been happening.
Ward's dead, and Carteret's killed Haley.
I guess he's getting his house in order...
so there won't be anybody around to talk against him.
Including you.
That's fair enough, considering I'm planning the same for him.
Peter, why don't you handle this in a lawful way?
Prove what you know about him in court, before it's too late.
I just told you he'd killed Haley, the only witness I had.
But why risk everything for the sake of a personal shooting?
We've got ourselves to think about.
We can stop him from making trouble if you'll only ask for help.
Phoebe, ain't you the one that said you got a man to stand up for you?
I'm sorry, I forgot.
Let's go.
I started this trouble for you...
started it by talking like a darned old woman.
Straighten up.
You're supposed to be the man around here.
Not anymore.
You ain't worried, honey.
That's better.
Thanks, José.
Sure is a sight.
Let's make sure we come back to it together.
Well, you got to admit it's worth fighting for.
Here they come. Change the music, come on.
Fellow citizens!
This is the most important event...
in the history of the Arizona territory.
The wedding of the first American woman here...
marking as it does the westward strides of civilization...
practically moves us up into the class of a metropolis.
What's happening now?
The wedding's started.
Keep going.
Peter Muncie...
do you take this woman to be your lawful wedded wife...
protecting her like a man should...
standing by her in sickness and in health as long as you both shall live?
I do.
Phoebe Titus...
do you take this man to be your lawful wedded husband...
promising to stick by him, no matter how bad things get...
as long as you both shall live?
I do.
Who gives this woman to be married to this man?
I do.
You got the ring, ain't you, Bart?
Such being the case, I hereupon order Peter Muncie...
to place the symbol...
of eternal faithfulness...
upon the fair hand of his beloved choice...
and repeat after me.
With this ring, I thee wed...
...with my soul, I thee worship...
...with my soul I thee worship...
...and with all my worldly goods I thee endow.
In consequence of which declaration...
I now pronounce you man and wife.
Congratulations.
It's over.
They're married.
Poor Phoebe...
a bride for five minutes.
Get out.
Well, I suppose you're pretty anxious to get going.
Yes, as soon as we're settled...
Warner, would you mind opening your store...
for my wife and letting her wait there for me?
If you want.
Peter, I...
See you later, honey.
You better stay where you are.
Let's go, Sol.
Ladies and gentlemen...
this is a day of festivities. Enjoy yourselves.
Music, my good men. Music.
There's some...
things I need for the ranch.
I'll order them while I'm here.
- Phoebe, don't you think you... - Please, write down what I order.
100 pound sack of flour...
four of Pete Kitchen's hams...
and...
50 pounds...
50 pounds of sugar...
best grade you got.
Phoebe...
hadn't you ought to prepare yourself, just in case?
My husband told me he'd meet me here.
Did you put down the sugar?
I'm ready, Phoebe.
Sol, send those things out the house as soon as you can, will you?
They'll be there today, Phoebe.
- Thanks for the wedding party, fellas. - Yeah, thanks.
I'll fix that hand up when we get home.
What a woman...
nothing but iron from topknot to gizzard.
And that's no jackrabbit with her.
Well, I'd say this territory's got quite a future.
Yes, sir, quite a future.
José.
- Well, we're back. - Yeah.
Doggone it, Peter...
if this is what it's like to be in love, I'm glad I'm only going to love but once.