(horse snorting)
(snorts)
-(gunshot) -(horse neighs)
Hey, what are you shooting at me for?!
What is this?!
Who's shooting?!
If you want me, come and get me!
-♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪ -(whip cracks)
♪ Rawhide ♪
(whip cracks)
-(whip cracks) - Hyah! Hyah!
-Hyah! -(Whip cracks)
(mooing)
I don't get it-- who'd be shooting at you out there?
The only way I figure is Indians.
They told me in town there was a Comanche raiding party around.
Oh, they warned us to take the long trail
through, through Antelope Valley.
Yeah, well, Indians usually don't travel alone,
and when they do, they don't cause trouble.
Well, what else could it be?
I wasn't on anybody's land.
What about you?
You cause any trouble yourself in town?
Well, not unless you call trouble
getting stuck for a couple of tickets to a,
a church lottery.
-(chuckles) - You bought tickets?
COLBY: Ladies caught me with money in my hands.
Was after I bought the things you sent me into town for.
I decided to have a cold beer and...
...well, maybe two.
Then I started back.
As a matter of fact,
it was the sheriff in Short Creek
who told me about the Comanches.
Must be a simple case of robbery, some outlaw jasper.
Well, look, Jed, uh, maybe somebody mistook you
for somebody else.
You sure you don't know anybody around here?
I've been up this trail a time or two,
but I never even saw the town before.
Whoever was shooting at me sure wasn't taking any chances.
He wanted me dead before he showed himself,
and he darn near got his way.
Beats me.
Me, too.
Beats all of us.
Maybe there's no answer to it.
Well, let's just go back there and root him out.
No, chances are, it was a Comanche...
and if there's a raiding party around here anywhere,
like up ahead on the trail maybe,
we'd better take that sheriff's advice.
Antelope Valley?
Well, it's safer and closer to towns.
Yeah, the only trouble is,
it's about a day or so out of the way.
Well, I guess the sooner we get started, the better.
You want to scout ahead the bed-ground?
No, I'd like to do a little scouting on my own,
make sure it was a Comanche.
You mean go back there?
Yeah, try to track him down.
Alone? You were already shot at once.
Only this time I'll be expecting trouble.
Well, if you find him, he may not be alone.
Don't worry, I don't like being shot at.
Yeah, none of us do. If there's somebody back there, we ought
-to know about it. - Yeah, that's right.
You go on ahead, Jim can do the scouting.
You'll learn more with four eyes than two.
Oh, thanks, Simon, but this is my game.
Wish.
Will you be able to find us tonight?
Yeah, but I'll be back late.
Best way to spot him is to watch for his night camp.
Well, just find out who it is.
Don't try to even any scores, huh?
I'll be careful.
Hyah.
Well, I suppose the rest of us ought to get in the saddle.
Check your ammunition.
(drovers shouting, whistling)
(mooing)
(horse snorting)
QUINCE: I tell you, this 160- acre homestead land don't make
any sense at all out here in this short grass country.
Why, there ain't no water.
How's a man going to make a living?
This is grazing land, strictly cattle.
And buffalo before that.
Why, sure, it's grass and animals
just as far as the eye can see.
Well, those sodbusters just seem to keep coming.
Doesn't seem to be anything anybody can do about it.
Yeah, but how about this barbed wire?
Yeah, barbed wire.
The man who invented that ought to be horsewhipped.
Yeah, out here it seems to be nothing but trouble,
that's for sure.
I'll tell you this-- this is cow country.
It always was and always will be,
no matter how those sodbusters try to ruin it.
(wolf howling in distance)
You worried about Jed?
Yeah, I should have sent somebody else along with him.
He can take care of himself.
It's no small chore scouting a Comanche camp,
especially if they're on a raiding party.
He won't take any chances once he spots the Indians.
That's another thing, you know.
We don't know it's Indians.
No one's proven that it was Comanches
that fired that shot either or that they're even up ahead.
They could be right around here somewhere.
Yeah, they could have followed his trail right in to us.
Well, whoever fired the shot, Indian or not, uh,
might not just be looking for Jed.
Who's on night guard anyway?
Uh, Simon and Cisco.
I'd better go have a look.
♪♪
(wolf howling in distance)
(galloping hoof beats approaching)
- Simon. - Well, howdy, Mr. Yates.
Everything peaceful?
Quiet enough to put a man to sleep.
If I sing tonight, it won't be to quiet them down.
It'll be to keep me awake.
You're looking for Jed, huh?
Oh, just looking.
Well, I'm a-watching, too.
He said he might be late.
Well, keep your eyes open, will you?
You mean for that sniper?
Yeah, he could be around.
Well, I've been a-watching.
Don't you worry, Mr. Yates.
♪♪
(horse snorts)
♪♪
(cocks hammer)
No, you don't.
(grunting)
(grunting continues)
Whoa.
Need any help, Mr. Yates?
No, get his rifle, will you?
Take this, too.
All right now, mister, you can move into camp.
Hey, Rowdy, who you got with you?
That's what we're gonna find out.
Hey.
He's wearing a badge.
Yeah, where'd you get that?
I've been wearing it the best part of my life.
You trying to tell us you're a lawman?
You can see the badge.
Well, it's a federal badge, all right,
and a real one.
WISHBONE: That don't necessarily mean it's his badge.
- It's my badge. - ROWDY: If you're a federal
law officer, why didn't you come on in?
What are you doing sneaking around out there?
I'm looking for someone.
For who?
He wouldn't be using his right name.
Why didn't you come in and ask about him?
You didn't have to skulk around.
I know my business.
Yeah, well,
I mean to find out about your business.
Check that rifle, will you, Simon?
Uh, maybe you have some sort of credentials on you
you wouldn't mind showing, huh?
(sighs) Hanson Dickson, U.S. Marshal,
Fourth Federal District, Missouri.
Well, sure, you are Marshal Dickson.
WISHBONE: Dickson?
You're the one that cleaned the Picket brothers
-out of Cedar City. - That's right.
QUINCE: Yeah, and he's the one
that hunted down Bill Claggett
and shot it out with him in Abilene, too.
Oh, well, Rowdy, maybe we've been a little out of line.
I mean, interfering with a U.S. Marshal on legal business.
That's if his legal business included shooting somebody.
Has that been fired?
BLAKE: Sure has, most of the cylinder.
What were you shooting at, Marshal?
The man I came after.
I almost got him this morning. I missed him,
-but I picked up his trail. - To here?
To here.
I figure he's one of your men.
Yeah, I figure that, too,
because you were shooting at one of my men today.
Uh, my question is why, huh?
I told you why.
He's the man I came after.
Jed Colby?
That's not his right name.
What then?
James Crothers.
I got a warrant for him here,
sworn out at Short Creek.
Murder?
He's wanted dead or alive.
You sure you got the right man?
There's no mistake.
You want to give me back my guns?
(sighs)
(muttering): Yeah, go ahead.
If you wanted him so bad, how come you tried to shoot him?
He's wanted dead or alive.
And it's easier to take him in dead.
Under some circumstances.
I'd rather take him alive, but he's dangerous.
Jed?
James Crothers.
He's probably on his good behavior here.
He's a good man.
I ain't about to let him get shot in the back by a sniper,
badge or no badge.
Then maybe you'd like to help me take him without violence.
I'd like to hear his side of the story first.
I'm not sure he's the man you say he is.
You either, for that matter.
You haven't said where he went.
Well, strangely enough,
he's out looking for you.
Then he'll be back.
So I'll stay here.
Yeah, that's good.
I can keep an eye on you that way.
Simon, better get on back out there.
Let me remind you all,
if you warn him,
you'll be violating the law.
(hoof beats departing)
What do you think, Rowdy?
I don't know what to think.
Must be some sort of mix-up, I guess.
I don't know. That, uh, warrant description
fits Jed right to a T.
Yeah, and the same initials.
Yeah, could be anybody's initials.
One thing is Jed don't fit murder,
that's for sure.
I'd bet my pay on that.
And what help is that gonna be to Jed?
Well, at least I can warn him
and make sure he doesn't ride in here unsuspecting.
He may be a marshal, but, uh,
something seems fishy about him.
Where you going?
Uh...
I've got a herd out there
and night riders I got to check on,
if that's any of your business.
I'll come with you.
No, you won't.
You stay right here in the light,
where the boys can keep an eye on you.
I don't want any sniping going on around this camp.
Now, that badge of yours doesn't bother me too much, Dickson.
It's my camp; we'll play it my way.
(hoof beats departing)
(sighs)
(coyote howling distantly)
(cattle lowing)
- Any sign of him? - I've been a-looking.
He'll be coming from that direction.
Well, I think I'll head out that way.
Remember, four eyes are better than two.
Now, you stay here and keep an eye out,
in case, uh, in case I miss him.
Don't let him go into camp without knowing, huh?
All right.
(cattle lowing)
(coyotes howling distantly)
♪♪
COLBY: Stay right where you are.
Jed?
Yeah. Rowdy?
What are you doing out here?
I thought it might've been you gunning for me.
Nothing out there except a Comanche sign,
but it's a day or two old.
Beats me.
Yeah, he's waiting for you.
Who?
Your man, he rode on in.
Then he followed me.
Why didn't I think of that?
Then you've got him.
- Good. - Uh, well, let me just say
he's there; he's waiting for you.
What do you mean?
He's a marshal; said he wants you.
Me? What for?
You're wanted for murder in Missouri.
He says your real name is James Crothers.
Yeah, I used the name once.
What's his name?
Dickson.
Hanson Dickson?
Then you know him, huh?
Yeah, I know him.
Come on, I want to see for sure.
(insects chirping)
It's Dickson, all right.
So, he's come after me.
Two years ago, he arrested me for murder.
He figured I'd killed a man named Ed Carley,
but I didn't.
They didn't even bring it to trial
because they proved I couldn't possibly have done it.
I was cleared completely.
Well, what's he want you for now, then?
You've heard of hanging judges.
Well, Dickson's a hanging marshal.
He prides himself on the men he's brought to the gallows.
He wanted me there,
but they released me.
Only he never gives up.
He said he didn't believe the evidence.
Said he could bring out new evidence.
Well, maybe he did, huh?
He couldn't have.
I don't know what he's cooked up.
Whatever it is,
I'm not guilty of murder.
Well,
I'll tell you, Jed,
you're gonna have to clear yourself.
Well, he's had quite a time to work something out.
Besides, he's not only famous for the men he helped hang,
he's also famous for the ones who never got to the gallows,
the ones he shot,
like he tried to shoot me today.
If ] surrender to him now,
I'd never get back to Missouri alive.
Well, what are you gonna do, run?
I'm trying to explain to you why I have to.
Never thought I'd see the day you'd even think about running.
I've got to.
Between Dickson and me, it's Kill or be killed,
and I don't want to kill him
any more than I want him to kill me.
You know, it's a temptation to me
to take a shot at him right now.
Jed?
I'm sorry, Rowdy.
I'd liked to have stayed on with you.
Now, look, just a minute.
What are you gonna do, stop me?
Hold me for him?
No, I just want you to know what you're getting into.
Once you start running,
there ain't gonna be any turning back.
I know that, and I don't like it.
But I've got no choice or I would be a murderer.
(horse snorts)
There are a couple of things I'd like to know
about this man of yours you call Colby.
Yeah, well, first, there's a few more things
I'd like to know.
What?
More about the charge you have against him.
You read the warrant; it's murder.
(grunts)
Who'd he kill?
When?
Boy named Ed Carley a couple years ago.
Hmm.
I heard he was cleared of that charge.
There's new evidence.
Mm-hmm. What kind of evidence?
That's not my business; I just make the arrest.
He was out there, wasn't he?
You warned him,
helped him to run.
All right, mister, I warned you.
You're under arrest for aiding the escape
of a wanted criminal.
You're going into Short Creek to jail.
You just got to take somebody in, don't you, Dickson?
- Just drop your guns. - BLAKE: No.
- You better drop yours. -(cocking rifle)
Unless you want a back full of lead.
ROWDY: No, Simon, he is wearing a star.
You're not going with him, are you?
I might just do that.
Find out how much authority he really has.
You'll find out.
Get moving.
No, hold it.
Not without an escort.
I don't want you to make any mistakes with that gun.
Jim,
uh, you hold the herd here.
We got grass and water enough for two days.
Simon,
you ride along with me and the marshal here, huh?
♪♪
Well, Marshal Dickson, you get your man?
Not the right one.
But I want this man jailed for aiding a criminal to escape.
He hasn't got a shred of evidence to prove that.
Well, his word's good enough for me.
Get down.
When can I see a judge?
That'll take at least a week.
Our judge is a circuit rider.
Look, I've got a herd to take care of.
That's not my problem.
You'd better tell your men that they're in for a long wait.
Well, we haven't got any time for a long wait.
Grass is getting bad, and so is the water.
And there's Indians out there.
SHERIFF: Nothing I can do about that.
They'll have to take care of themselves.
Now get down.
If you want your boss out,
maybe you'd better go get Jed Colby and bring him back.
Get his gun belt.
You convinced now, cowboy?
That you're a marshal?
Maybe so, but as far as Jed being a criminal,
you'll have to prove that before I believe it.
I don't have to prove anything to you,
and I don't intend to.
Well, you'll have to prove it to a court,
and you couldn't do that two years ago.
I will this time.
I doubt it.
I doubt if you'll even risk it.
DICKSON: Think what you like.
You want to tell me now where he went?
I don't know.
What direction?
I have no idea.
- DICKSON: He told you nothing? - ROWDY: Nothing, no.
- You didn't ask? - No, I didn't ask.
And he had no supplies,
and he can't go far without them.
He'll go over through Antelope Valley,
toward the towns on the other side.
I'll go that way after him, after I've had a little sleep.
You need help, Marshal?
I could raise a posse.
No, I've done it alone so far.
I don't need any help.
You don't need any help to, uh,
shoot a man in the back.
This Colby told you that, I guess.
Maybe he didn't tell you that's the way
he did the killing I want him for...
shot a man from behind.
I don't believe that.
I don't care what you believe, cowboy.
I'll be at the hotel if you should get any news.
All right, Marshal.
You know, Yates, you're not helping yourself any.
You're in enough trouble now.
Yeah.
Tell me, Sheriff...
did it ever occur to you that he might be wrong?
Hanson Dickson?
Uh-uh.
He's one of the most respected marshals in the West.
Don't you think it's, uh, kind of unusual
that he's come all the way out here from Missouri
just to arrest one man?
Well, it, uh... may be not usual.
Wouldn't the normal thing, uh, be
is to send word to you and have you pick him up?
Well, if he was supposed to be here in town, maybe yes.
But with the herds coming up,
having to be watched,
that would be something special.
Yeah, well, still, I think he should be back there in Missouri
attending to his duties.
Well, maybe he could be on special assignment.
Did you bother to ask him that?
No.
After all, he's Marshal Dickson.
He must have authority for whatever he's doing.
Just one more thing, Sheriff.
He ever show you a wanted poster on this man Crothers?
No.
No, I can't say that he has.
Does that bother you?
Look, Yates...
I told you that whatever Marshal Dickson says
is all right with me.
I'm not the one who has to go after the man anyway.
No, but you are responsible for protecting the man's life.
Are you trying to say
that your man is in danger from Dickson?
Well, he tried to kill him once before.
And maybe he had a reason.
He's a marshal after a criminal,
and that's good enough reason for me.
Anything you want that I can get?
No, nothing.
Oh, uh... you can tell my drover out there
I'd like to talk to him.
I'll send him in.
Over there.
What do we do?
Not we... you.
You get that herd moving, see, through Antelope Valley.
And leave you here?
Ah, don't worry.
They'll have to let me go
-as soon as the judge arrives. - What if they don't?
I'll manage.
You just get that herd moving through the valley.
I'll catch up to you.
Look, I don't want to do that, Mr. Yates.
Look, I'd better round up the boys and get you out of here.
And get everybody in trouble?
Look, uh, they got no case on me.
As soon as Dickson leaves, they're bound to let me go.
Now get moving.
Yes, sir.
♪♪
(faint groaning)
(man coughs)
Comanche...
COLBY: Where?
Antelope Vall...
♪♪
(gunshot)
(gunshots)
No, sir.
Absolutely not.
I will not go off and leave Rowdy in jail.
That's what he ordered, Wish.
He's only thinking of the herd
and what's best for 'em, that's all.
Well, then, he isn't thinking so good.
Now, he never went off and left us anywhere.
I'm not going off and leave him.
Wish, you'd rather we go after Jed and bring him back?
Well, no, that's not what I meant.
Then what?
Now, I told Rowdy we'd come down and break him out.
But he said, no, it'd just make more trouble.
QUINCE: He's right, Wish.
They got no case against him.
There's no call to hold him once Dickson leaves.
Then I'm going to stay right here
until Dickson leaves and Rowdy's out.
But the herd needs more grass, Wish.
Well, they can do without for a day or two.
They've had it too easy, lately.
-(hoof beats approaching) - Well, look who's here.
WISHBONE: Hey, what are you doing back here?
I'm glad you're still here.
That marshal around anywhere?
Nah, he's in town.
Good.
I figured you would have started by now.
I'm glad you didn't.
You can't go through Antelope Valley.
It's full of Comanches.
You're going to have to turn the herd around
and take the regular trail.
You risked your neck to come back and tell us that?
Well, sure. I couldn't let you ride
right into those Comanches.
Well, we'd better get started.
Yeah, but you gotta get out of here first.
We're not leaving right now.
Wait a minute.
Wait a minute, what's going on here?
- Where's Rowdy? - Rowdy?
Well, h-he'll be back directly.
Come on, now, where is he?
He's in jail.
In jail?
What for?
Well, it's nothing to worry about.
Now, wait a minute.
Dickson took him in for helping me get away, didn't he?
Now, take it easy, Jed.
They ain't got nothing on him and can't prove a thing.
He'll be out in no time.
Sure, they're bound to turn him loose
real soon, Jed, now come on.
Not if Dickson has anything to say about it.
He's liable to be in prison for years.
Impossible.
Anyway, it's not for you to worry about.
We got ourselves a plan all worked out, now.
And I'll bet I know what it is.
You plan on breaking him out, isn't that right?
And maybe you'll all have to go to prison.
No, it's nothing like that at all.
Now you get out of here.
I'm going.
Rowdy was right.
WISHBONE: What do you mean?
There's no running away.
I should have known that.
What are you going to do?
Something I should have done before.
But , Jed...
This fight is between Dickson and me.
And I'm going to keep it that way.
I understand you're looking for me, Dickson.
Get off that horse.
Now drop your gun.
Don't try anything, Crothers!
I'll take him into jail if you want, Marshal.
No, I told you before, Sheriff,
I don't need any help.
Any man I've ever gone after,
I've brought in by myself.
SHERIFF: Well, he came in of his
own free will to give himself up.
Now, don't you think that...
DICKSON: He's a wanted killer, Sheriff.
You stay out of it, let me handle him.
COLBY: What he's trying to say is,
he'd like you to look the other way.
Just long enough for him to gun me down.
SHERIFF: Not in my town.
You giving yourself up, mister?
That's what I'm here for.
All right, I'll take that gun belt.
Oh, just one thing more.
You made a mistake about Yates in there.
You can't hold him because you don't have a case against him
because I'll swear to it
that he never tried to help me escape.
This changes things.
I'll put him in a cell
until I can arrange for transportation.
SHERIFF: The stage east goes out in three hours.
Now, what about Yates?
I don't care what you do with him.
I've got the man I came for.
Hiya, Rowdy.
What are you doing here?
Just thought I'd like to take a little trip to Missouri.
Well, that's dumb idea.
Yeah, isn't it?
Anyhow, you're wanted back at the herd.
Let him out.
They had nothing on me.
No, you were just one of his mistakes.
Yeah, well, I didn't need you to correct it for me.
Maybe I just like to travel.
Well, you haven't traveled yet, and you might not.
Just a minute, Marshal.
I'd like to see a wanted poster on that man in there.
Why? It's none of your business.
It is my business.
He happens to be one of my top hands
and I don't believe he's a murderer.
I don't care what you believe.
ROWDY: Or is he wanted at all?
SHERIFF: Now, wait a minute, Yates.
Why would the marshal be here otherwise?
You know, I'd like to know that.
He made a mistake about me.
How do you know he hasn't made a mistake about Jed?
In 25 years as a marshal,
I've never made a mistake about a criminal.
Every man I went after paid for his crimes.
Yeah, except one.
DICKSON: Yes, except one.
And now I've got him.
Yeah. They were all guilty.
You never made a mistake about one man.
How about the ones that never reached trial,
never had a chance to defend themselves?
Or maybe, uh, the ones that were shot in the back.
That's enough, Yates.
Let him answer, Sheriff.
In 25 years, every man I went after was guilty,
including this one.
Well, then, show us a wanted poster.
By the way, how come the sheriff here...
he never received one?
I don't have to answer to you, Yates,
and I don't intend to.
But let me warn you again.
I'm taking him out on the next stage east.
And you'd better not try to stop me.
(sighs)
Tell me, Sheriff...
...doesn't it seem kind of strange to you, hmm?
In your-your experience as being a lawman,
every man you ever arrested was guilty?
You never made a mistake?
No, I can't say that.
Yeah, I don't think anyone can.
I know that man in there.
And he swears he's telling the truth,
that there's no charge on him.
Then he has nothing to fear back there.
If he ever gets back there.
You're not seriously suggesting...
Yes, I am seriously suggesting.
I don't think Dickson has any intention
of getting him back there.
I think he plans to shoot him.
He tried it yesterday, and he could have captured him.
If he takes him back to Missouri,
he's gonna find there's no charge waiting on him.
But why?
That's a good question.
I think the man is possessed by some need to be proven right,
even if it's only to himself.
Well, there's one way we can find out.
Yeah?
Telegraph Missouri.
Ask about this James Crothers.
Come on.
(blacksmith hammer clanging)
(clanging continues)
(door closes)
♪♪
(tapping key)
What time does the stage leave?
Take it easy. We've got over two hours.
He's taking Jed away.
He's not even waiting on that stage.
Why, sure. It's easier to kill him this way.
We'd better go riding, too.
All right. Better go tell Rowdy, though.
He'll never let us hold up a man with a star.
Look, what he doesn't know won't hurt him.
Now you come on.
(telegraph clicking)
There it is.
(clicking continues)
(clicking stops)
"James Crothers cleared of charges. Not wanted.
"No new charges or evidence known here.
"Never heard of Jed Colby.
"Hanson Dickson retired as U.S. Marshal.
Present whereabouts unknown.”
Well, I guess that about says it.
- Well? - You were right.
It's a good thing we didn't let him get away.
Come on. Let's get back.
Wonder where Quince and Simon went?
I don't know.
Where's the prisoner?
Oh, Marshal Dickson came by and got him.
They left on horses maybe 15 minutes ago.
♪♪
Well, what are you waiting for, Dickson?
Why don't you get it over with?
What's wrong with right here?
Oh, you want to get further away from that sheriff, don't you?
You don't want anyone coming after you.
You trying to force me into making a move
before I'm ready, forget it.
You're wasting your time, Crothers.
What if I decide not to go back with you?
That's up to you,
because I'll take you back...
dead if I have to.
You got some special reason for coming all this way after me?
Was Ed Carley some special friend of yours?
I didn't even like him.
You got some special hate for me?
Hardly knew you.
Was it because I rode with the Cross X bunch?
Were you on the other side of that feud?
I had no use for either side.
Then why?
Save your breath, Crothers, while you can.
The name is Colby. I only used Crothers
when I went to work for the Cross X bunch.
Figured I might get into some kind of trouble.
You did.
I asked you something. Why?
You wouldn't understand.
Why, Dickson?
All right, Crothers, I'll tell you... once.
I've been a lawman better than half my life.
Never made more than $40 in one month.
Never had a place or money enough for a wife and kids.
I got a half-gimped leg from taking in the Barlow gang
and a silver plug here for bone
where I let a drunk prisoner pistol-club me once.
Just once.
25 years and odd as a lawman
and nothing better than that to show for it.
Except for one thing.
Not one man I ever took in got loose from me, not one.
Except for me, is that it?
That's it.
Not one except for you.
You were right, Dickson.
I wouldn't understand.
What are you gonna do when you get back,
tell 'em I confessed and then tried to run away,
and you had to shoot me?
Is that what you're gonna tell them, Dickson?
I've got the confession all written out.
And you're gonna sign it...
...before you die.
No. No, I'm not.
I've been told that by suspects before,
and they ended up with their names signed on confessions.
So will you.
Here they come.
You hold it right there.
One move and he's dead.
No, he'll shoot Jed. Come on.
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Hey, look.
They're holed up over there.
SHERIFF: Dickson, come on out.
We know your prisoner's not wanted.
Dickson!
Come on.
Why, Dickson?
Ask... him.
Perfect... record.
But I didn't kill Ed Carley.
Yes, you did.
No. No, you were wrong from the first.
No...
(strained): never wrong.
It was you.
And I...
almost...
got you!
(groans)
He died still believing he was right.
Well, once he tried to pin it on you,
he couldn't admit he was wrong.
I guess I owe you all some thanks.
Forget it.
All right, let's get him into town.
Right.
He's not the only one who died here today.
Huh? Who?
James Crothers.
And I'm glad to be rid of him.
Oh, yeah.
I think we better get back to the herd, don't you?