03x15 - The Barefoot Kid

[bunniefuu]

Be gentle.
Be gentle.

[ horse nickers ]

[ screams ]

Is there a blacksmith
in this town, ma'am?

Right down the street.

Do something for you,
mister?Has she been lamed any?

No, a fellow walked her in
after she threw her shoe.

Well, that was nice of him.

He's inside.
Is he a friend of yours?

Not yet, he ain't.

Now wait a minute, mister.
I don't want any trouble here.

Rick, go get the sheriff.

You! Hey! Thief!

A kid.

A wet-nosed, barefooted kid.

All right.
What's it all about, mister?

Well, this kid snuck
into my camp last night.

Helped himself to my horse.

That's a lie.
I didn't steal his horse.

All right, just stay put.

One more sudden move out of you
and you might wind up dead.

Oh, I ain't going nowhere.

Just watch where you
point that g*n, mister.

You got any proof
this is your animal?

Yeah, in my saddle bags,
I got a bill of sale on her.

I didn't steal his horse.

I saw her running
and I said to myself,

I says, "Juanito, you better
do the right thing."

So I took it back to town.

Well?

No, he stole her.

I trailed him from my camp.

Horse threw a shoe a couple
of miles out of town.

He walked her
the rest of the way.

I've been following those
barefoot prints all morning.

Ah, it's a lousy
horse anyway.

I rode it
for a little while

and the horseshoe
went right off.

Come on.

Here, kid.Sure.

Next time maybe you won't
jump me from the back, huh?

Maybe I'll jump
you first, huh?

Finish shoeing her, huh?

Sure enough.

Why didn't you sh**t that boy?

Or did you have your heart
set on seeing him hanged?

Now wait a minute.

Hey, gringo, did you catch any
more big bad outlaws today?

[ laughs ]

Hey, gringo.

Shut up, you.

Sit down.

No, I just stopped by to tell
you I was leaving town.

Leaving?

Yeah, it's a 2 day
ride to Laramie.

I better be moving if I want
to make up the time I lost.

Sorry.

What do you mean sorry?

You're gonna have to
be in town to testify.

His trial starts tomorrow.

Trial?

I figured you'd just lock
him up for a week or so

and let him go.

Horse stealing
is a felony, mister.

About the same as sh**ting
a man in the back.

Well, may be so,
but he is just a pup coyote

trying to be a wolf.

Maybe it's up to us to see
that he doesn't make it, right?

Oh, Vince, I'm sorry,
I didn't know you were busy.

No, that's all right.
Come on in.

This is Miss Craik,
mister...?

Harper.
Jess Harper, ma'am.

Are you going to be
long in Dry Springs?

Not if I can help it.

Mr. Harper is a man who had
his horse stolen last night.

I've just been
telling him he'll have

to be in town
for the trial tomorrow.

And I'm telling you I can't.

I came south on a cattle
selling trip.

If I don't get back
to the ranch in time

to start shipping,
we stand to lose a big order.

Well, I'm sure something
can be worked out.

You see, my father
is the judge here.

In Dry Springs
we pride ourselves

on justices
both fair and fast.

So I think
I can assure you,

you won't have
too great a delay.

I don't want to have to lock
you up as a material witness

but I can, you know.

Well, I don't reckon one day
will make any difference.

Mr. Harper, as long as we've
inconvenienced you this way,

the least we can do
is make your stay

as pleasant
as possible.

Do come for dinner
this evening.

Well, I don't--Oh, please do.

Vince will be there and it will
give us all a chance

to get acquainted
better before the trial.

All right.
Thank you.

I'll be looking forward to it.

Yes, Mr. Harper.

At least one member
of the Craik family

has served the cause
of justice every generation

for the past


Of course, there
is no understanding

of tradition here
on the frontier

where life's
too precarious,

there's no time
to look backward.

Father, I'm sure our guest
knows how precarious

life is out here.

Didn't you say you
were a ranch owner?

Well, not exactly,
sort of a part owner.

Sometimes it seems like
it's the other way around,

the ranch owns us.

No need to belittle your
accomplishments, Mr. Harper.

Far too many men out
here are content to,

well, drift along,
live off the efforts of others.

Like my yearling horse
thief you mean?

Yes, we were just talking
about that before you arrived.

Vince, what was that incredible
name the boy gave you?

Juan De La O.

De La O?

That's a good Spanish name.
Must have good blood in him.

Well, you'd never know it
to look at him.

Most probably he stole
the name as well as your horse.

Well, one thing is sure.
Name stealing ain't no crime.

As for the horse, I can
see why he was tempted.

I'd hate to travel this
country barefoot myself.

That's still no excuse.

No, but he could
have done worse.

Yes, I suppose he could
have m*rder*d you.

No, I didn't mean that.

I meant the way
the boy walked my horse

into town after
she threw her shoe.

He could have kept on riding
and lamed her for good.

I'm just saying the boy
showed some good instincts.

Don't you think so, Judge?

Afraid I can't comment until
I've heard all the evidence.

Looks to me like he just
need some of the c*ck

scared out of him.

Court convenes early,
Mr. Harper,

to avoid the heat
of the day.

So if you'll excuse me,
I'd best be getting to bed.

Oh, I'd better be going too.

Oh, now please don't
hurry on my account.

Ruth.

Good night, father.

Sheriff, Mr. Harper,
I'll see you both in court.

Goodnight.

Goodnight, Judge.

I sure want to thank you
for a fine supper, Miss Craik.

I'd better be getting
back to the hotel.

We'll see you to the door.

We enjoyed having you,
Mr. Harper.

Will I see you tomorrow?

Oh, yes, I'll be in court
to watch Vince perform.

Well, I've been
reading some law,

I'm gonna take a crack
at prosecuting tomorrow.

Well, I hope you won't be
too rough on the muchacho.

You beginning to feel
sorry for the boy?

No, it's not that.

It's just that
he's so blamed young.

I know what it's like
being in trouble.

Once you're in it, it's awful
hard to get out

unless somebody
gives you a hand.

Well, I'm sure Vince
will be fair

and I know my father
will be too.

Well, that's all
anybody can ask.

Sheriff, Miss Craik,
goodnight.

Goodnight.Goodnight.

He's cooled down plenty.

You should have seen
him when he hiked

into town today
carrying his saddle.

Vince, I saw that
Mexican today.

You can't let
this one get away.

You owe it to my father,
and you owe it to me.

Don't let him get away.

Juan, first you tell us

that the horse was given
to you by an Indian.

And now you say you found
the horse along the road.

Which is it?

Well, I...

Isn't it the real truth
that you found the horse

the night before, tethered to
a tree in Jess Harper's camp?

I was nowhere near the camp.

I never seen
that man before

till he grabbed me
in the blacksmith's shop.

You found the horse
or an Indian gave it to you?

Yes, I found it.

You found it.
All right.

And yet you made no effort
to find out who lost it?

I bring it into town.

Where apparently
you told the blacksmith

that the horse
belonged to you.

Maybe I lie a little.

Yeah.

Maybe you lie a lot.

All I heard was some
commotion in the bushes.

Next thing I know, my horse
comes smoking past me.

Of course, I didn't get a good
look at who was riding her.

You didn't?
All right.

And the next morning
you picked up the trail

of the stolen
horse, right?

That's right.

And tracking the horse,
you found

where the rider
had dismounted

after the horse threw
a shoe, is that correct?

Now these footprints
of the thief,

these barefoot prints that
you followed into town,

would you identify them as
the footprints of the accused?

I don't know.

They looked like
they could have been--

Answer yes or no, Mr. Harper.

As far as I could tell,
they were--

Yes or no?

Yes.

That's all.

You have heard the evidence.

Now lest there
be any confusion,

let me make it clear that
you're not to judge this case

on the basis of the youth
of the accused,

his previous history of crime
or any other such issues.

You have only
to say whether...

Juan De La O is or is not
guilty of horse stealing.

[ judge strikes gavel ]

Have you reached a verdict?

Yes, sir.
We have, sir.

There doesn't seem
to any verdict

except guilty,
Your Honor.

Juan De La O.

Do you have anything to say
before sentence is passed?

You said I stole
the horse, so I stole it.

I've been walking
ever since I was born.

Felt it was time for me
to start riding, that's all.

Besides, my feet hurt.

It is the sentence
of this court

that you be removed
to the Dry Springs jail,

where tomorrow
morning at 8 o'clock

you shall be hanged
by the neck until you're dead.

And may God have
mercy on your soul.

What's the matter,
Mr. Harper?

Don't you approve
of hanging a horse thief?

Judge?

Mr. Harper.

Something I can do for you?

No, sir, not for me,

but that boy you just
sentenced to hang.

Sentence is passed.
The subject is closed.

He's just a boy, Judge,


He's man enough
to steal your horse,

he's man enough
to hang for it.

You don't know if he ever stole
anything in his life before.

But he did steal a horse.

You know what can
happen to a man

who has set a foot
in this country.

The punishment
may be severe

but there are good
reasons for it.

No hanging law
was ever passed

that was meant
for a 16-year-old boy.

Yes, he's young.
But so was the other one.

What other one?

The other Mexican boy.

The one who m*rder*d my son.

Miss Craik,
can't you talk to him?

I already have.

My father and I are
in complete agreement.

Mister?

Oh, Jess Harper, isn't it?

Yeah, that's right.

I'm Emery, Dan Emery.

About that trial, Mr. Emery.

Oh, the...
Yeah, that was a darn shame.

Boy being so young and all.

Is that all you got
to say, it's a shame?

What's wrong
with this town anyway?

Or is it just open
season on Mexicans?

Oh, no, no, it's not that,
it goes back a little further.

You see, this whole
territory here

is part of an old Mexican
land grant.

Why, we came darn near
ready to fight them

for that ground
you're standing on.

So?

Well, so we wouldn't even
be here if Judge Craik

hadn't beaten every one
of their claims in court.

Took him 20 years.

And he paid a sizeable
price for winning too...

his son.

You mean the judge figures
that kid k*lled his boy

on account of losing
the land grant claims?

Well, it sure is a possibility
it seems to me.

Whether it is
or whether it isn't,

I don't see what it has
to do with Juan De La O.

Well, he's a thief, ain't he?

All right, maybe the judge did
go a little bit hard on him.

But that's the judge's way
of keeping this town clean.

Mister, right now I don't
see anything clean about it.

May I have a cup of coffee?

Now look here!

I may chuck young boys
into the arms of the hangman

but I haven't hit
a woman yet.

You start in on me again
and I'm not going to be

held responsible.

Because I'm at the end, I'm at
the jumping off place.

Dadgum it, It's gonna take one
little push to put me over.

Thank you.

Have you ever been
plain sick, disgusted,

mad for about 2 years
at a stretch?

Well, I have.

And just when I think I got
it buried nice and deep,

someone like you and that
poor misbegotten horse

thief comes along
and rakes it all up again.

Well, I reckon we did scratch
up a hatful of things

around here.

You've got no idea.

Anyhow, I guess I've been
taking it out on you.

The way this whole rotten
mess makes me feel.

It ain't your fault.

You didn't know
what you were starting.

And I'm sorry.

What's your name?

Jenny Stevens.

Well, Jenny Stevens, it looks
like you're the only person

in this town with a pinch
of charity in her soul.

You tried to warn me what was
gonna happen to the boy.

How did you know?

I didn't know for certain.

You must have done some
pretty good guessing.

Now I want to know
what's going on around here.

That's a long sad story,
Mr. Harper.

And I got to pick up some
things at the general store.

Well, that's no problem.

I'll just go along with you
and give you a hand

and you can
tell me about it.

You were starting
to tell me about the sheriff

before you loaded
me up with this.

He's a muttonhead.

You know him better than me.

I know him too
well for my own good.

Yeah, it's like
that all right.

I kind of had the notion it
was the judge's daughter.

She's got him now.

Do you want to know
how she got him?

I'll tell you one thing.
It wasn't her female charms.

She used one of the lowest
rottenest tricks in the book,

her dead brother.

What?

Her brother Steve Craik.

He worked
for Vince Cutter as deputy.

They were bringing
in a prisoner together,

a baby face
m*rder*r.

Prisoner got a hold
of Steve's g*n,

k*lled him with it,
wounded Vincent, got away.

The prisoner, was that the
Mexican Craik talked about?

That's right.

Judge never got over it.

And his daughter, she...

She made the sheriff
feel responsible

for his deputy's
death.

Is that it?
Then used it to take him over.

That's just about it.

Oh, he'll read
a little more law,

hang a few more
outlaws.

Before you know it, he'll be
running for the legislature.

Oh, Ruth's got it all planned
out for him, all right.

Looks like the judge's got
things planned for that boy.

It ain't your fault, Jess.

Yeah, well, I'll remind
myself about that

when they're putting
that rope around his neck.

You didn't know
what you were starting.

Besides, it's too late
to do anything now.

Gonna hang him in the morning.

Well, thanks
for everything, Jenny.

Goodbye.

I thought you'd be long gone.

Well, I reckon I wasn't in such
a tearing hurry after all.

He doesn't look so
dangerous now, does he?

What do you want, Harper?

I'd like to talk to him
for a couple of minutes.

You better leave
that out here.

How are you making for?

Fine.

The lady, she bring
me some supper,

some chicken
and pie.

That's fine.

It was good.
I wasn't very hungry.

The priest, he come too.

He said he'll be back
in the morning.

Sure.

Well, I just...

stopped by to...

It's awful hard, I...

I'm sorry
about what happened.

It's all right.

If I'd have just
known yesterday.

But I was so blame
sore about my horse.

Oh, it was my fault.
I don't blame you.

Oh, it's not your fault.

Not at all of it anyway.

I've been thinking about it.

Maybe it's, how you say,
for the best.

What do you mean?

Well, an hombre like me,

first I steal horse,

then maybe I steal
another one

and then maybe I do
something real bad

like k*lling somebody maybe.

I don't blame you.

It was bound to
happen sometime.

I should have stayed at home.

Where is home?

It's Agua Prieta.

It's along the border.

Some drivers came by
to take some cattle north

and I signed as a biscuit
roller in the cook wagon.

Then at the end of the drive,

I just kept going.

Juan.

Is there anything
I can do for you?

I mean, tell your people
or something.

There's nobody.

Not anymore.

Señor, what is it like?

I mean, have you
ever seen a man hang?

Is it, is it...

I mean, it...

Is it bad?

Cutter, let me out of here!

Hold it.What's this?

I don't like your eye for a
toenail justice in this town.

Señor, I...

Stand aside, Cutter.

Come on, amigo.

Cutter, get out of his way.

You know what you're doing?

I got a fair idea.

Get his g*n, Juan.

Is he hurt badly?

No, not bad.

He'll have a headache,
that's about all.

What do we do now?

We're gonna get you as far
away from here as we can.

Señor, I'll never forget this.

Neither will he.
Let's go.

Go on, get up.

Jailbreak!

Jailbreak!
Stop him!

I should have tied him up.

Hurry, amigo.

CUTTER: Jailbreak!
Jailbreak!

Hey, the Mexican kid's
getting away.

You get going,
I'll draw them off.

No, you come too.

Quit talking and ride.

Stop him!
Don't let him get away!

Keys are over there.
Hurry.

Well, how'd
the Mexican get away?

Harper?

He's afoot, he can't get far.

I want him taken alive.He won't be no trouble.

He'll get plenty
when I catch up with him.

Hey, you there!

Sheriff!

Yeah.

Somebody in that
doorway over there.

All right.

You two sneak
around that way

and come at him
from the other side.

You, come with me.

Think they saw you?

They think they got me treed.

They just ain't
sure which tree.

You got a back
way out of here?

Into a blind alley.

You'd do better
to hide in here.

No, the way things
are stacked up,

I need me some
running room.

When they go by,
slip out again.

I got a horse stable
down the street.

Why are you
doing this for me?

I saw the Mexican boy ride
away, on your horse.

I guess you could say I'm
kind of fond of lost causes.

Well, this one ain't lost.
Not yet anyway.

Vince, what do you want?

Had some trouble, Jenny.

Harper broke my prisoner
out of jail.

Oh?

Well, don't look for
any sympathy from me.

I don't but Harper might.

Get out of here, will you?
You've got no right.

What do you think you are,
busting in here like--

I'm somebody who knows
you pretty well, Jenny,

and you haven't called me
Vince in over 2 years.

Shows you're upset.

A man could have
broke in here.

That way it wouldn't
be your fault,

I mean, there wouldn't be any
charge against you that way.

But if you are hiding
a fugitive, Jenny...

Vince, I don't...

That's twice you
called me Vince.

Now I know you're upset.

Why?

Stay put right where you are.

Sorry, ma'am.
Looks like I owe you a window.

Yeah, you were right.

I did break in, Sheriff,
just like you said.

She wasn't helping me.

Vince!

What are you gonna do?

Lock him up.
Then go after that kid.

He was right to
do what he did.

You know he was right.

What Harper did is liable
to get him about 10 years.

You still think
you're right, mister?

VINCE: You lose him?

MAN: Yep.

He outran us.

Couple of the boys are looking
for him down there

in the river
road but...

they won't find him tonight.

Yeah.

Might as well
wait till daylight.

Just lose his footprints
wandering around in the dark.

Well, one thing is for sure.

Ain't no sense in us
waiting up around here

when we could
be home in bed.

Say, have you told
the judge about this yet?

Not yet.

I don't figure he's gonna
be too happy about it.

How'd that boy
get loose anyway?

Harper.
Broke him out.

He's in jail.

Well, at least the judge will
have somebody to chew on.

He might even give Harper
a piece of that Mexican's rope.

Vince, it's so late.
What's wrong?

Ruth, I got to see the judge.

Well, father is awfully tired.
Can't just wait till morning?

He'll want to hear about this.

What?
What's happened?

Well, it's...
that Mexican.

He got away.

He got away?

Ruth, there was
nothing I could do.

Vince, what kind
of a man are you?

You know how important
this was.

I'm telling you, there was
no way I could stop it.

No way you could
stop what, Vincent?

I heard your voices.
Is something wrong?

Everything is wrong.
Ask him.

Harper.

He came to jail, he wanted
to talk to the boy

and, well, he pulled
a g*n on me

and he put the boy on his
own horse and let him go.

Why?
Why would he do such a thing?

Felt sorry for him, I guess.

You got Harper?

Yeah, I got him.

Well, Vincent, you should be
out looking for that Mexican.

Take men and find him.

I've been out, Judge.

There's no chance of tracking
him till daylight.

But he could be gone by then.

I'm sorry, Judge.

There's nothing we can
do about it right now.

It's no use talking
to him, father.

It's just like the first time.

Ruth, stop it.

Well, it is.

First that vicious
little beast

who k*lled Steven,
now this one.

And both of them scot-free.

Why don't you go
home, Vincent?

You've done enough
for one night.

No, wait, you say
you caught Harper.

Well, maybe he knows
where the Mexican is hiding.

I doubt it.

All happened too fast.

Didn't have time
to plan anything.

It's a chance, isn't it?

I'll talk to Harper.

I'll talk to him.

Bring him here and maybe
I can make him understand

what he's done.

All right.
I'll bring him.

Just make sure you get him in.

Amigo?

Amigo?

Juan, are you loco
or something?

What are you doing here?

I heard them talking,
they said

they had you in the calabozo,
so I came to get you out.

Listen to me, if they
catch you, they'll hang you.

There won't be anybody
to stop them.

It's all right.
They won't catch me.

It's not all right.
You can't get me out of here.

The sheriff took
his keys when he left.

Now forget about me.

I can't forget about it.
I got to get you out.

Juan, you don't have
to get me out of here.

The only reason
I'm in here is

'cause I didn't
want to see you hang.

If they catch you,
they'll hang you

and I'll still be in here.

It will all be for nothing,
don't you understand that?

It's all right.

I got to figure a way,
so I'll see you later.

Juan, no, wait a minute.

[ horse approaching ]

Vince?
Vince?

You ought to be in bed.

I want to find out
about the boy.

Did you find him?

No.

I guess that makes you glad.

Of course I am.

Why?

You like seeing me
made a fool of?

Oh, Vince, I just don't
think he deserves to die.

Well, he had a jury
trial, didn't he?

And a death sentence
by Judge Craik.

Craik wasn't sentencing
a horse thief,

he was sentencing the man
who m*rder*d his son.

You know he was, Vince.

Vince, what's happening
to you?

You used to have feelings
for what was right and wrong.

Can't you see what you're
doing to yourself?

Man's got to do
his job, Jenny.

You're not doing a job.

You're beating yourself
for what happened

to your deputy


And what's worse,
you've turned yourself

over to Ruth Craik lock,
stock, and barrel.

It's the truth.

Well, it looks like
the good sheriff

isn't getting
much rest tonight.

Don't you start
riding me, Harper,

I've had enough spurs
in my hide for one night.

Put your hands out.

What for?

Do what you're told.

Now move back.

All right.

We're going for a walk,
up to Judge Craik's.

This time of night?

He wants to see you.

Come on out of there.

[ knocking on door ]

Evening, Judge.

I didn't figure
on being back so soon.

Sit down.

Now I wonder
if you have any idea

what you've
done tonight.

You bet I do.

I kept this stinking town
from hanging a 16-year-old boy,

and I don't regret it.

A thief, Harper,
a piece of scum.

And you've turned him
loose to steal again.

Most likely to m*rder.

Oh, that's funny.

That's just what he said.

Only I don't buy it.

He's just a boy
who made a mistake

and after the scare you
good people threw into him,

I bet my last dollar
he'll never make another.

Make no mistake,
I want that boy.

Where is he?

Most likely clear out
of this territory by now.

That was a pretty
good horse I put him on.

You must have some idea.

Harper, I'm willing
to make allowances

for the impulsiveness
of your act

if you cooperate
with us now.

I figured you'd
get around to that.

I want him.
Where is he?

You're looking for someone,
you don't have to shout,

I'm right here.

Juan, look out.

All right, Harper, leave him.

Vince, do father and I always
have to do your work for you?

Are you all right, amigo?

Si.
I'm sorry, I tried.

You two didn't make
some kind of deal.

Didn't he expect anything
for getting you loose?

You just can't
see it, can you?

That this boy has got honest,
decent feelings

just like any
other human being.

Vincent,
Ruth is right,

we haven't time
for this nonsense.

Everybody knows
what that boy is.

What am I?
What am I?

Some kind of a thing?You shut your mouth.

Well, he says to talk
and you say not to talk,

what am I gonna do?

Vincent, get him out of here.

Get the murdering scum out.

m*rder?
Who did I m*rder?

My son. It was your kind
who k*lled my son.

Why does he say such a thing?
I've never m*rder*d nobody.

[ crying ]

Look at him.
Go on, look at him.

There's your m*rder*r,
your hardened criminal.

Take him out and hang him,
why don't you?

Alongside the lot of you,
he looks like a saint.

RUTH: Vincent, just
get them out of here.

Cutter, do you know
what you're doing?

You're making this boy pay
for what the other one did.

He didn't do anything
to you or them.

Yeah, I know.

What?

Maybe I'm not cut out
for this kind of a job,

but that boy doesn't
deserve to hang.

So you decided to be
the judge now, eh?

You think you know
better than I?

We're all a little
wrong here, Judge.

And k*lling him is not going
to bring Steve back.

Vincent, whatever
else may be said,

this criminal stands
convicted of a capital crime

and has been justly
sentenced to hang.

Now if you do anything
to interfere

with the execution
of that sentence,

your career as a law officer
will be finished.

Now take your prisoners back
to jail and guard them well.

Sheriff?

All right.

Let's go.

Are you all right?

I'm all right.

Go to bed, Ruth.

Can't you get it put off
for a week or so?

At least long enough
to give everybody

a chance
to cool down.

You saw the way
the judge was tonight.

A man as full
of hate as he is

couldn't pass out a fair
sentence if he wanted to.

Look, Sheriff, why don't
you deputize me?

Let me take
the boy to Laramie.

Let somebody else
hear his case.

Come on, inside.

Cutter, will you just
stop for a minute

and think
what you're doing?

You talk too much.
Get in there with the boy.

Here.

Take the handcuffs off,
throw them out.

You know, you had me
fooled tonight, Cutter.

The way you talked
to those two.

For a minute, I thought you
had something inside you.

Shut up.

Let me think.

You got all night to think.

Take your time.

Como esta, amigo?

[ knocking on door ]

Couldn't sleep.

Thought somebody
might like some coffee.

Oh, no.

Yes, I'm back.

Sure, that coffee smells good.

Vince, just don't stand there,
get some cups.

Are you hungry?

You left most of your dinner.

Oh, it was very good.

Only I wasn't very hungry.

Thank you.

Thank you, Jenny.

Jenny, you better go,
it's late.

Vince, you can't
go through with it.

You just can't.

Please.
Just go on home now.

I'd like to pray for you.

Only I don't think
it would do any good.

Just go on, drink your coffee.

Stop staring at me.

It's hard not
to stare, Cutter.

You're kind of a rare breed,
you and the judge.

The two of you ought
to be stuffed and mounted.

Listen, you know what this town
was like before Judge Craik?

Well, I got an idea.

He made the town
nice and clean,

so it would be safe
for everybody and nobody.

Come on, stop fighting.

Let's talk or something.

What do you want
to talk about?

Well, the horse,
better tell the sheriff

where it is so
he can send somebody

in the morning
and get it.

Sheriff?

I'm through being sodden too.
You take this boy to Laramie.

Get a reexamination
of his case by another judge.

Sheriff, please don't
joke like that.

No, amigo.
I don't think he's joking.

You can take my horse.

Pick up the other one
on the way out of town.

Remember, Harper, to Laramie.

Sure, Cutter, sure.
Thanks.

What about you?I'll stay, fight Judge Craik.

Yeah, well, good luck.

Let me check the street first.

I thought he'd try
something like this.

The only steel about him
is what he wore on his hip.

Judge, you're
a man of the law.

That's right, and you know
what the law says

about sh**ting someone
who tries to escape.

Father, no!

Amigo, is it all over?

Yeah, it's over.

Including the way the judge
has been running things

around here too.

Come on, amigo.

It's a long ride to Laramie.

Boy, am I glad to see you.

You act like you've been
worrying about me.

No, I knew you'd be all right.

Well, I didn't,
I worried about you.

Well, I reckon I got
sidetracked some, Daisy.

We got some beef
to get moving, partner.

I made us a big sale.

Hey, that's the kind of news
I like to hear.

You sure took your time
getting home. What did you do,
get in trouble?

Who, me?
Get in trouble?

Where did you get
a crazy idea like that?

[ chuckles ]