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Cheyenne Takes Over (1947)

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Cheyenne Takes Over (1947)

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Here we are, fuzz,

five miles

out of rock creek.

This is where we're

supposed to look at our orders.

What's the matter? Scared?

Me? No, I ain't scared.

Sealed orders usually means

it's a tough assignment.

We'll probably have to

stand up to 50 or 60

bloodthirsty cutthroats,

but it always makes

the job more interesting, huh?

Yeah.

I'm ordered to

take a vacation.

At the El lobos ranch,

four miles this side

of rock creek.

Very funny.

Come across with

the real orders, fuzzy.

You've got the real orders.

Marshal Conroy knew

you'd kick up a ruckus, so--

and you were in on it?

Look, chey, you haven't had

a rest in three years,

you won't be any good

if you keep it up.

I'll turn into a raving lunatic

if I have to sit around.

It's a nice, friendly place,

and the owner's

an old buddy of mine.

Don't you worry

about being bored.

Let's go.

There's no use stallin'.

Hop off your horse,

we're goin' in.

Stay right where you are,

both of you.

Well, we were--

there's no jobs open.

That's too bad.

Come on, fuzzy.

Now, wait a minute.

We want to see Steve lobos.

Steve lobos is dead,

now get going.

He's dead?!

I'm sorry about your friend,

fuzzy, but there's no point

in stayin' now.

I'm goin' in there and see

whoever's running the place now.

[ g*nsh*t ]

[ Fuzzy coughing ]

Brace up, fuzzy.

It wasn't your fault

things didn't work out.

We'll head back to Bolton city

and I'll explain to the marshal.

No, you don't.

I got my orders,

and we're goin'

back to rock creek

and find another

place to stay.

Listen, fuzzy,

why don't we give up

and head back to Bolton city?

Because you're

under orders

to take a vacation

at the lobos ranch

or a reasonable facsimile,

or something like that.

But you don't know

any other place to stay.

I'm goin' in the saloon

and ask this Wilkins fella

where we can put up.

I'll wait here.

And as soon as

I get, you'll run out on me.

Oh, no, you don't.

Come in with me.

Man:

What's your hurry, baby?

Don't be that way--

sit down.

Let's me and you

have a little talk, huh?

Girl:

I'll have to ask you

to leave again, Mr. Bailey.

Now, look, I'm a good customer.

I buy all my drinks here

and I pay hard cash.

I think that entitles me

to some consideration.

It entitles you

to what you pay for,

not my company.

Now please get out.

Come here.

You heard what

the lady said.

I heard her,

my ears ain't bent over.

But yours are gonna be

if you don't mind

your own business.

I'm afraid he's had

a nasty blow.

Throw some water on him,

he'll be all right.

Look out!

Hello, sheriff--

workin' hard?

I never do.

You last longer that way.

You should last

to be about 120.

You know anything

about what goes on

around rock creek?

I know about everything

that goes on around rock creek.

What do you know

about the lobos ranch?

I know it's a big place

makin' money hand over fist.

It was built up

by Steve lobos

who kicked the bucket

and willed to

a nephew from Chicago.

A fella by the name

of Wayne Dawson.

Any other information

you want?

Yeah. How come he's so

opposed to strangers?

It's his property.

I mean, do you think

he might be up to

something illega?

I don't know,

I never asked him.

Maybe somebody should.

Well, thanks for

the information, sheriff.

Take it easy now.

I always do, Sonny,

I always do.

Chey, you were right.

We should have stayed

in Bolton city,

gone out to whip wildcats,

anything but this--

let's go home.

Aren't you staying

in rock creek, mister...?

Davis, Cheyenne Davis.

I don't know about staying,

my partner can't seem to

make up his mind.

My mind's made up

like a dance hall gal's face.

We're going home,

after what happened here

and out at the ranch.

He means the place

we were supposed to put up at,

the El lobos ranch.

Do you know something

about the place, miss?

[ Nervously: ]

No, no, not a thing.

Thanks for

taking care of fuzzy.

Nice to have met you.

I'm sure glad

you made up your mind to leave.

Who said anything

about leaving?

A little time here

might do me some good.

So that's it, the gal.

Well, we're heading back

to Bolton city,

just like you wanted to.

When I get an

an order, I carry it out.

We're going to

the lobos ranch.

It won't be a vacation,

we're gonna get jobs.

We go out there,

we'll get shot.

If we do, I'll insist

in gettin' paid extra.

Won't do you any good

if you're a bull's-eye.

Mr. Dawson?

That's right.

Could you use a couple

of good cowhands?

You'll have to

see my foreman,

he does all the hiring.

And he's quite particular

about who he hires.

Yes, we found that out.

Oh, you already

talked to him?

Yes. He asked US

a lot of questions

and said we were all right,

but to check with you.

If you're all right with him,

you're all right with me.

Take your horses 'round back,

and then report to mccord.

Mccord? Is he

the foreman here?

That's right.

Mccord...

Give me strength.

Cheer up, fuzzy,

we made it.

We've been at this

four hours steady--

how about a rest?

You wanted to work--

now work!

I'll teach you fellas

going over my head to the boss.

And don't let me catch

either one of you

over at the main house again.

I can have a talk with Dawson

after hours, can't I?

You were hired to dig,

not talk.

Now come on,

get that pick working.

Put some life behind it!

You, too!

Well, fuzzy,

how do you like the lobos ranch?

Crazy about it.

I love fire and brimstone, too.

I'm gonna hit the sack

and it's gonna take

soldiers with Cannon

to wake me up.

Then I won't have to

be quiet when I come in.

Where you goin'?

Over to the saloon

for a while.

Oh, so that's it.

Couldn't be that

pretty little gal, could it?

It is. She knows something

about this place

that gives her the shivers

every time she thinks of it.

What I know about it

gives me the shivers, too.

But I'm going to bed

and let myself unwind.

Okay, fuzz,

I'll see you in the morning.

All right.

Hey, chey!

Wait for me!

That's funny--

I never saw a saloon

closed at this hour.

There's a light on,

maybe we can find out

where the girl lives.

[ Knocking ]

Sorry, we're closed.

It's Cheyenne Davis

and fuzzy, can we come in?

Didn't expect to find you here

after hours.

Yeah, how come this saloon

closes so early?

Is Wilkins sick?

I'm Wilkins--

Faye Wilkins.

You own this place?

Yes, when my father died,

this was all he left me.

I have to keep it running

until I can find a buyer.

What was it you wanted

to see me about?

We wanted to talk to you

about the lobos ranch.

I know there's something

about the place

that bothers you,

and it bothers US, too.

I-I don't know

anything about it.

It's only a fair exchange

of information we want--

maybe we can

help you, too.

Please don't ask me,

I can't tell you.

I don't mean to

be forceful, miss,

but it's against the law

to conceal evidence.

But Wayne Dawson

will k*ll me,

I know he will!

We'll see that

no harm comes to you.

All right.

Sit down.

It all happened

about six months ago.

I had just put away the cash

in the office safe...

It was late...

The place had been

full of customers all evening,

and I was terribly tired.

Just as I started to leave...

Who runs this place?

I do, but we're

closed for the night.

We've had a long trip

and we want some drinks.

I'm sorry, you'll have to

come back tomorrow.

No. We want them now.

You'll have to hurry,

I've got to lock up.

You'll lock up

when I tell you to.

Now get over there

in our office.

My friend and I have

some business to talk about.

You'll have to

do your talking elsewhere.

I said get back

into your office!

The sheriff will

take care of you.

You do just as I say.

[ Muffled talking ]

[ g*nsh*t ]

You k*lled him!

And you didn't

see anything.

I did,

I saw you k*ll him!

It was in self defense--

I said it was in self defense.

I'm Wayne Dawson,

I came out here from Chicago

to take over some property

my uncle Steve lobos left me.

That man was my attorney.

I never knew until tonight

why he followed me out here,

but he wanted that ranch--

he was gonna k*ll me to get it.

He didn't try

to k*ll you--

but you're not

telling anybody--

you're keeping

your mouth shut.

If I see the an indication

that you said anything,

or are about to say something,

I'll k*ll you.

You're hurting my arm!

You talk, and from

that minute on,

you'll never know when

or where it'll happen.

Some dark night

on your way home,

or maybe in your sleep.

Please! I won't say anything!

I promise I won't

say anything!

[ Crying ]

Since then I've been afraid

to stay open after dark.

Tell me, are you sure

the man was dead?

I'm positive.

And you have no idea

who he was?

No.

Or where Dawson

hid the body?

No.

Don't worry, miss Wilkins,

we'll do everything we can

to see that Dawson pays up,

and that you're safe.

Now don't you think

you ought to see

the little lady home?

That wouldn't be

much of a trip.

You see, I live here--

I fixed up the office.

Good idea--you better

stay close to home.

I'm sorry if I was

a little upset.

I feel much better now.

Please let me know

what happens.

You're the star witness--

I'll have to keep in touch.

Good night.

Thisgonna be

easier than I thought--

we get a good night's sleep,

and first thing in the morning,

we arrest Dawson

for m*rder.

Our star witness

will tell the judge

and the jury

what she saw,

and Mr. Wayne Dawson

is no longer

an active member

of the human race.

Sounds fine to hear you tell it,

but the law says

that in order to

convict a man for m*rder,

you've got to prove

he k*lled someone.

Well, didn't miss Wilkins

see him k*ll someone?

Yes, but Wayne Dawson could say

that the man was only wounded,

and that after

bandaging the wound,

his friend got up

and walked away

whistling "Dixie".

So to prove it,

we gotta find the body.

A cinch.

All we have to do is dig up

every square inch of dirt

in Arizona territory.

Yeah, we better start looking

for some fast leads.

Let's talk in the morning,

I'm going to sleep

on my feet.

The place to start

is the lobos ranch--tonight.

You think you could stay awake

for a little burglary?

[ Snoring ]

Fuzzy?

Wake up.

You know what

I think, chey?

I think--

But what are we breaking

into Dawson's house for?

To try and find a copy

of Steve lobos' will

before Dawson and mccord

find out we lied

to get on the ranch.

Something tells me

I ought to be

making out a will.

What's the big idea?

It's a long chance,

but we're short on clues.

Come on.

[ Owl hooting ]

"Last will and testament

of Steve lobos..."

"I do hearby will to

the party of the first part

"to the party of

the second part

"a piece of the part

of the other part..."

That's not the part I want.

[ Thud ]

[ Hears noises ]

Chey! Chey!

[ Hears moaning ]

Hey, chey!

Are you hurt?

I guess not.

I got a good look

at that will--

let's get out of here.

That might be Dawson.

What do we do

with this?

Hold him

and keep him quiet.

You heard what

the man said.

Howdy.

Do you belong here?

Why, yes,

I work here.

Thought I'd come out

and get some air.

Yeah, it is kinda warm.

I'm Jim Anderson--

postmaster up at rock creek.

Glad to know you.

Do me a favor--

take this letter

up to the ranch house.

It's special delivery

for Wayne Dawson.

Sure.

Thanks, I'll owe you

a favor.

It's a deal.

I had to clip him

on the chin--

he was getting

too hard to handle.

Let's go someplace

where we can talk.

You want to leave that letter

at the house?

Later, maybe.

All I could figure out

in the will was

that Wayne Dawson

comes from Chicago,

and his brother Matt

lives in Denver.

What's his brother

doing in the will?

When old Steve died,

he left the place

to both of 'em.

Matt Dawson more than likely

is one of them city fellers

who wasn't keen

on living at the ranch.

It's more likely Wayne Dawson

wasn't keen on

sharing the ranch with Matt

and shot him in the saloon.

By Jasper,

I believe you're right.

Let's not jump at conclusions.

Let's see what this says.

It comes from a lawyer's office

in Denver, where Matt lives.

Listen to this:

"We regret to inform you

"that your brother Matt

died of heart trouble yesterday.

"Since there are no other

surviving relatives

of Steven lobos,

"you are now full owner

of the lobos property."

Then it wasn't his brother

that he k*lled?

Mighty inconsiderate of Matt

to kick the bucket

at a time like this.

If we coulda got him

out here, maybe we coulda

straighten this out.

We are gonna

get him to the ranch.

You mean the dead man?

Douse the fire

and get some sleep, fast.

We got to

get started early.

I told you not to

disturb me till noon.

It's about them two cowhands,

they tried to Rob

the house last night.

Well, did you get them?

They got away after stealing

a special delivery letter

that came for you

from Denver.

Oh, so you let 'em

get away, huh?

They jumped me from behind--

I've been tied up all night.

Maybe Matt is coming here

after all.

If we is, we're through--

we gotta get that letter.

Saddle up the horses.

Now what are

you gonna do?

Write an invitation

to the deceased

inviting him

to visit rock creek?

Or write to marshal Conroy

stating, "having a great time--

wish you were here."

The postmaster promised

me a favor.

Meet me at the saloon.

With pleasure.

Now, don't forget to give

that special delivery letter

to Wayne Dawson

when he comes.

Sure thing, Cheyenne.

Thanks for helping.

Forget it--we're both

working for the same boss,

aren't we?

Looking for me?

Yes, I'm looking for you.

And I demand to know

by what right you had

to give my special delivery

to an unauthorized cowhand?

He told me

he was working for you.

He was fired.

Him and his goat-faced friend

lied to get on the ranch.

They're crooks.

And I thought they looked like

such respectable citizens--

at least the one

I gave the letter to.

Well, they aren't.We want that letter.

Why didn't you say so?

Mr. Davis dropped if off

here this morning.

Said he forgot to

bring it up to your house.

It's working.

For the life of me

I don't know why

you let Dawson

get his hands on that letter.

Don't worry, fuzzy,

I'm sure Cheyenne

knows what he's doing.

"My dear brother Wayne:

I've been feeling better,

"and on the advice of my doctor

I am coming to live

"on my share of

the lobos ranch.

"This should be

an especially joyous reunion,

"since we haven't seen

each other since we were kids.

"See you before noon

on the 15th.

"Your loving brother, Matt."

The 15th's tomorrow morning.

By tomorrow afternoon,

we're through.

Maybe and maybe not.

He could have

an accident on the way.

Sure....a nice

permanent accident.

[ Chuckling ]

Now maybe you'll

let US in on

why you had the postman

give Wayne Dawson his letter.

It was his envelope

with a letter in it

that I wrote

over at the post office.

And that's the real letter?

That's right.

I'll take charge of that,

just in case.

Now I'm beginning to

understand Cheyenne's theory.

The man I saw k*lled

was the real Wayne Dawson.

And the k*ller

is a crook.

He not only stole the ranch,

but also the name

of Wayne Dawson.

Give you time and Faye's help

and you'll figure it all out.

I got it all figured out,

except one thing--

how you gonna trap

that phony Wayne Dawson?

By getting somebody

to play the part of Matt Dawson,

somebody this Wayne Dawson

has never seen.

I know just the man--

he was a friend of my dad's.

His name is delhaven,

he lives in blairsville.

It might be dangerous.

I'm sure he wouldn't mind.

Telegraph him to meet me

at Boulder notch

tomorrow morning at 11:00

for instructions.

Come on fuzzy,

we're going to the harness shop.

Here you are,

hand-made special.

There's something extra

for your trouble.

Now, don't forget what

you're supposed to do tomorrow.

I'll handle the situation

just as you explained, chey.

Thanks again.

What's the idea

of having me stand guard--

are you robbing the place?

No, I was a legitimate customer,

and I paid a lot more

than this was worth, too.

Don't tell me--

it's a saddle for a m*dget.

No, it's a gift

for our friend Mr. Delhaven--

something for his stomach.

Something for his stomach?

He's gotta come in

over the pass,

and we're getting

a good early start,

so it looks like my brother

will have his reunion after all.

I know a good place

to ambush him

near Boulder notch.

I hope your friend

will be at Boulder notch.

I'm sure he will.

All right, fuzzy.

A good spot, mccord--

we can't miss him.

Looks like we're on time,

there's Boulder notch.

Yeah--i don't see

any sign of delhaven.

He'll be along.

There's a man in a surrey--

it must be Matt Dawson.

Look--somebody's

after delhaven.

Looks like Dawson and mccord--

what are we waitin' for?

Heeyah!

Put 'em down,

this isn't a holdup--

are you delhaven?

Yes, you must be

Cheyenne and fuzzy.

That's right.

I didn't expect

a reception like this.

Neither did we--that was

Wayne Dawson and his foreman.

We're sure glad

you got through all right.

That Dawson fella's

gettin' mighty desperate.

Are you sure you want to

go through with this?

You don't think I'm gonna let

those two scare me off, do you?

Now, remember,

you're the man from Denver.

Yes, I know--

Mr. Dawson, in the flesh.

That's right.

Take this belt and be sure

to wear it at all times.

That's a good one--

the initial "m" for Matt.

When you get to

the lobos ranch,

here's what I want you to do.

Just our luck--

those two cowhands

had to be out on the pass.

I hope they didn't see US.

They didn't see US,

I'm sure of it.

The only thing I'm sure of

is that Matt Dawson

will be here any minute.

You can handle the situation.

Remember Matt's letter

saying you hadn't

seen each other

since you were kids?

He can't prove

you're not Wayne Dawson

any more than

anyone else can.

But suppose he asks me

something about the family?

If he asks you,

it means he doesn't know either.

Give him any answer--

if he tells you somethin,

agree with him.

Oh, sure.

And if I make any mistakes,

it's been so long, I forgot.

That's right.

[ Carriage approaching ]

Wayne!

Well, Matt--you don't know

how happy I am to see you.

Come in and get comfortable

and tell me about your trip.

Most exciting--

you'll never believe this,

but I was attacked by Indians.

I'm sure they were Indians.

Takes more than a redskin

to stop a Dawson, eh, Matt?

I'm so glad you came through

all right.

Take care of my brother's team

and bring his bags in.

Oh, uh, I forgot,

this is my--

I mean our foreman, Bart mccord.

Glad to know you,

Mr. Mccord.

You must show me around

the place sometime soon.

I will.

You have no idea

how happy I was

when I saw your letter.

About you being well enough

to come out here and live.

A marvelous new doctor--

he told me this outdoor life

would keep me till I was 100.

Most encouraging.

Nice place uncle Steve

left US here, Wayne.

We must be

making lots of money.

Things aren't always

what they seem.

The fact is,

we're operating at a loss.

You know what

the real thrill was

in getting well

enough to come here?

Not the money--

the thrill of seeing you again

after all these years.

Yes, I understand--

it has been a long time.

Since you were 14 and I was 8.

Things didn't go

so well for dad

and you had to go live

with uncle Willis in Chicago.

Yeah, I know,

but that's been so long ago,

it's just a vague memory.

But of course you remember

dad giving US a belt apiece

with our initials on them?

Oh, yes, sure.

I remember that.

And making US promise

we'd wear thm

so long as we live?

Yes, yes,

of course I remember.

Well, I've never been

without my belt,

except for when

it was being made larger.

Neither have I.

Fact is, mine is in

the harness makers

being made a little larger

right now.

You know, age adds

a little here.

I feel so undressed

without it,

but I'll have it back

by tomorrow, sure.

Do you mind if

I go to my room?

The trip was just

a little tiring.

Oh course not,

Matt, my dear boy.

Your room is the second one

down there to the left.

How'd you make out?

Saddle up the horses--

we're going to

the harness makers.

If Wayne Dawson

had hurt Mr. Delhaven,

I wouldn't care--

I'd tell what I know

to everyone.

I don't think you have to

put yourself in danger.

Wayne Dawson will

hang himself with that belt.

But suppose Mr. Delhaven

does expose Dawson as a fake--

won't we still have to

find the body to convict him?

We won't have to find it--

Dawson will lead US to it.

It's a simple job--

a letter "w"

carved out of silver.

I'll draw it for you--

I'm sorry, but I'm backed up--

I couldn't get to it for months.

You make it for me by tomorrow

or anytime during the week,

and I'll give you

an extra hundred dollars.

Look, I couldn't do it

for you at any price.

There's no silver--

tried to get some myself,

wrote dealers

all over the territory.

Somethin' to do

with the government.

Are you positive?

You don't think

I'd turn down

a hundred dollars, do yo?

Nice work, Lem.

You really convinced him

with that government yarn.

Fast thinkin'.

You gotta do

some fast thinkin'

when you're lookin' for

a reason to turn down $100.

I hope to tell ya.

Boswick's stubborn--

what he needs is

a good beatin'.

I'll get him

to make that belt

for you.

Wait--i don't need boswick.

I'll get that belt

off of Wayne Dawson's body,

and it'll be the real thing.

I wouldn't be in such a hurry

to go diggin'--

let me work him over,

he'll come around.

Well, it's worth a try,

if you think you can do it.

You go on

back to the ranch.

Well, mccord,

wh-what are you doing here?

Never mind me,

what about you?

Havin' my harness fixed.

I don't see your horse

around anyplace.

I plumb forgot,

he's around the back.

You sneaked into town,

is that it?

I'm gettin' to

the bottom of this.

You can't shove me around!

Has anybody been in here

since I left?

No--what's the matter?

I get nervous spells--

I think it's the heat.

You don't mind,

do you?

You can bet I fixed that mccord

so he's probably still runnin'.

Are you positive mccord

didn't get to boswick?

I'm counting on you.

Cross my heart and hope

to swallow a pitchfork.

Fuzzy, I'm leaving Faye

in your care--

you stay here

and protect her.

Oh, now, chey--

you know how

women and I get along.

You don't want to

stay and protect her,

come with me.

It ain't that I don't want to

protect the lady,

but...where you goin'?

If Dawson couldn't

get the belt from boswisk,

he'll have to take it

off the body,

and I mean to follow him out

to where he buried him.

Hey, chey!

I'd never run out on you,

but Faye here needs protection.

I thought you'd

see it that way.

Where's the chump

who calls himself Matt Dawson?

What do you mean

"calls himself" Matt Dawson?

Matt Dawson is dead.

Is that what you found out

from boswick?

I didn't have to see boswick.

I found this letter

on one of those cowpokes,

that goat-faced one.

The letter we got

from the postmaster

was a phony--

there's the real one.

So that's it, huh?

You keep a watch here.

I'll look in his bags

and see if I can find out

who he really is.

Got him dead to rights--

found that telegram.

"Mr. Delhaven:

Need your help desperately.

"Meet marshal Cheyenne Davis

and his pal fuzzy

"at Boulder notch

tomorrow 11:00 A.M.

"He will explain everything.

"Don't fail me.

Love, Faye Wilkins."

So she told that marshal, huh?

You take that girl

out to the cabin.

I'll finish her

and that marshal off

at the same time.

I'll pick some men up

and go after the girl.

Yeah, but use the back door.

Cheyenne's probably

watching the house.

And when you go after the girl,

use the back trail.

I searched everywhere,

it oughta be

around here somewhere.

Fuzzy, what in the world

are you looking for?

Oh, that letter

about Dawson bein' dead.

I can't find it.

You don't think Wayne Dawson

found it, do you?

Well, not Dawson,

but his foreman, mccord.

When we was rasslin'

in front of boswick's, i--

hey, I gotta

go see somebody.

This is for you,

miss Wilkins.

Just a minute--

who gave you this?

I don't know who he is.

He just gave it to me

and said he was

a messenger from

Cheyenne somethin'

and it was important.

Oh, thanks.

Where's Cheyenne?

What is this?

A trap, and neatly sprung,

if I do say so myself.

Johnson--

come here!

Where is Cheyenne?

He'll be here,

just be calm, you'll see him.

Place your men

at the windows.

They'll make a nice

reception committee

for our nosy marshal.

And see that the lady

is made comfortable

until our friend

shows up.

All right, hold it.

Now put your hands up.

Oh, hello, Cheyenne.

Came out to see where

the body was buried, huh?

I'm surprised at you, marshal--

walking right into

your own trap.

I haven't walked

into it yet, Dawson,

or whatever your name is.

Just keep on

calling me Dawson,

until my men in the cabin

start to fire.

You don't think you can

get away with k*lling

a u.S. Marshal, do you?

I think I will,

if I can prove he's crooked.

I have the proof, you know--

robbing the mail,

using the mail as a fraud,

and sending an impostor

out here to claim my property.

That won't be

much proof from you.

You won't be able

to contradict me--

you won't be there.

If they sh**t,

you'll be dead

before a shot ever comes

from that cabin.

[ g*nsh*t ]

Drop it!

Sheriff! Chey's in trouble!

I had an awful time

tryin' to catch you.

Get a rope

and let's tie him up.

You don't need to

tie him up.

Nice place, this ranch.

Why don't you

sell your business,

Faye, and buy it?

Why do you think

I've been looking it over?

The next time you come to

rock creek for a vacation,

the lobos ranch will be

a real place to get a rest.

It'd be kinda nice

to have miss Wilkins here

waitin' for US,

instead of that mccord fella.

Thank you for

your hospitality, Faye.

Now we have to go to Bolton city

and report to marshal Conroy.

Before you go,

I'd like to say one thing.

I'm gettin' kinda old

and useless, I guess,

why don't you stay here

and take over the sheriff's job?

No, thanks. Maybe fuzzy

would like the job.

No sirree. The marshal's office

needs me.

I'm the toughest man

they got workin' for 'em.

Besides,

I'm the best rider they got.

[ Horse whinnies ]

Hey--who turned

my horse around?

[ All laughing ]