01x25 - The Die-Hards
Posted: 03/09/24 21:16
♪ Champion, The Wonder Horse ♪
♪ Champion, The Wonder Horse ♪
♪ Like a streak of lightnin'
flashin' across the sky ♪
♪ Like the swiftest arrow
whizzin' from a bow ♪
♪ Like a mighty cannonball
he seems to fly ♪
♪ You'll hear about
him everywhere you go ♪
♪ The time will come
when everyone will know ♪
♪ The name of Champion, The Wonder Horse ♪
[whimsical orchestral music]
[Rebel barking]
[Rebel whimpering]
[Champion whinnying]
[Rebel whimpering]
[dramatic orchestral music]
[Champion whinnying]
- Oh, I'm glad to see you, Champ,
but if you and Rebel keep interrupting me,
I'll never finish my work.
[Champion whinnying]
Is something wrong, Champ?
[Champion whinnying]
Looks like it could be important.
[Champion whinnying]
[dramatic orchestral music]
[Rebel barking]
[Rebel whimpering]
Well, what happened?
Can't you get up?
Oh, golly.
[Champion whinnying]
What're we gonna do, Champ?
[Champion whinnying]
[hooves thudding]
[buckboard rumbling]
[dramatic orchestral music]
Hey!
- James, look.
- Whoa, whoa!
Having trouble, boy?
- My dog's hurt, mister!
I need some help!
- My first patient, Ellie.
We haven't even reached town yet.
Be right there!
- I'm sure glad you came along, sir.
He's right over there.
[Rebel whimpering and barking]
You'll be all right now, Rebel.
These folks are gonna help.
- Rebel is it?
I expect he won't mind
the Southern accent then.
Some misguided Northern folks
have called me Rebel too.
- Can you tell what's wrong?
- Looks like your dog came out second best
with a porcupine, son.
There's a parcel of
broken quills in his nose.
- That poor, little, old thing.
It must be dreadfully painful.
- [James] I reckon it don't feel good.
- Golly, can you fix him up?
- Now, I wouldn't be much
of a doctor if I couldn't.
You live close, son?
- Just back aways at the North Ranch.
I'm Ricky North.
- You lead the way.
We'll put him in the buckboard.
How about that, Ellie?
- Hmm, what's that, James?
- Our fast day in Yankee territory,
and we're going to the North Ranch.
[Ellie chuckles]
[dramatic orchestral music]
- Is he gonna be all right now, Doctor?
- There will be a little
soreness for a few days,
then he'll be fine.
- Gosh, I sure don't
know how to thank you.
Sure was lucky for me you came along,
you being a doctor and all.
- As a rule, my husband
usually works on humans.
[all chuckle]
- This is my Uncle Sandy.
- My pleasure, sir.
I'm James Powell, the new doctor.
This is my wife, Ellie.
- Well, it's a pleasure to know you both.
We've been looking
forward to your arrival.
Welcome to town.
- Rebel got in a fight with a porcupine.
The doctor brought him
over and fixed him up.
- Well now, I guess I owe you something.
= Forget it, no charge
for four legged animals.
- Won't you stay to dinner?
We'd like to have you.
- Thanks for the invitation,
but Ellie and I would
kinda like to get to town
and unpack our things.
It's been a long trip.
- Well, of course, I'll ride
along and give you a hand.
Would you like to come along, Ricky?
- Well, I, no, I better not.
Rebel might need some looking after.
- Here, dab this on every hour or so,
then bring him in to see me tomorrow.
- I will, Doctor, and
thanks, thanks a lot.
What about you, Rebel?
Can't you thank the doctor?
[Rebel barks]
[Ellie giggles]
- My wife is a little worried
about how we'll be received
in Yankee territory.
- Well, the w*r's been
over a long time, Doctor.
I think that's all in the past now.
[whimsical orchestral music]
- Must be the new doc.
- Yep, I reckon so.
- [James] Whoa.
[whimsical orchestral music]
[Ellie sighs]
- Like it, Ellie?
- Oh, I couldn't be happier
if it were a castle.
- Well, I can tell you one thing.
Old Doc Sanford certainly made this
the nearest thing to a
hospital that we have around.
- He was well loved and respected, Sandy.
I hope I'll be able to take his place
with you and your friends here in town.
- I wouldn't count on it, Rebel.
- Is something rankling you, Emmett?
- Might be.
- Well, this is--
- Nevermind the introductions, North.
We know who he is and what he is.
- Meaning what, mister?
- Meaning that you're the son
of General Nathan Powell, old Powderhead.
- Look, Emmett, the w*r is over.
General Powell was a
soldier and a brave one.
He had a job to do.
- And he sure did it.
My regiment fought against
him at Fredericksburg,
and I lost a lot of my best friends there.
- Don't you think he did?
- Didn't reckon he had any friends.
- James, please.
- Let him go, little lady, my pleasure.
- Watch your tongue, Emmett.
You may be needing the
doctor's services yourself.
- Are you taking his side?
- Like I said, the w*r is over.
- Maybe it ain't.
Maybe it's starting right here and now.
Folks in these parts don't want
no Dixie doc taking care of them.
- [Sandy] You're speaking
for yourself, not the town.
- Who's gonna argue with me?
- Well, I am, if you're set to argue.
- I'm plenty set.
[fists thudding]
[dramatic music]
[horses whinnying]
- [James] Whoa!
[horses whinnying]
[dramatic music]
[fists thudding]
- Are you all right?
- Sure.
- I don't generally have someone
fighting my battles for me, Sandy,
but you sure did a nice job.
- Well, I figured I owed you something
for the job you did on Ricky's dog.
- You better keep that
dog of yours a hurtin',
because he's the only patient
that Southern friend of
yours is ever gonna have.
- James, maybe we better go on back home.
- Hush up with that talk, Ellie.
We're not leaving.
- Don't pay any attention
to Emmett Kane, Mrs. Powell.
All folks in this town is expect
is for your husband to be a good doctor.
- I know he's that.
- All right then, let's get
you set up in housekeeping.
[Champion whinnying]
- Whoa.
[Rebel barking]
- Look, Champ beat us into town.
- Maybe he's worried about Rebel.
- Well, sure he is, they're pals.
Good Rebel, you and I will
go and see the doctor, huh?
- I'll only be in the
store a few minutes, Ricky,
so don't be too long.
- Yes, sir.
[whimsical orchestral music]
Hi, Mrs. Powell.
[dramatic music]
- Well, looky here, bringing
the patient to the doc, huh?
- Sure am.
- I reckon the doc charges too
much for kennel calls, huh?
- What're you talking about?
- Always did figure this town
could use a good veterinarian.
Doc Powell's just the man we need.
- You've got no call to talk like that.
He's a good doctor.
- Oh, sure he is for dogs.
- Yeah, we'll round up all
the sick four legged critters
we can find and send them over.
[both laughing]
- Gee, Mrs. Powell, how
come they said that?
- I'm afraid that would take
a lot of explaining, Ricky.
Maybe we oughta just try
and forget it, huh, come on.
- Well, how's my patient today?
- He seems fine, Doctor,
but I thought while Uncle Sandy and I
were picking up supplies you
could kinda check him over.
- Sure thing, you go on
back and help your uncle.
It won't take long.
- Okay, Doctor, now you
be a good dog now, Rebel.
[Rebel whimpering]
[dramatic music]
[g*ns firing]
[Champion whinnying]
- Vic, up here!
[Champion whinnying]
[g*ns firing]
- Stay here, Ellie.
[dramatic music]
[townsfolk murmuring]
Help me get him inside.
- Hold it, he's one of the Douglas g*ng.
He belongs in jail.
- The man's badly wounded, Emmett.
- This man will die unless
he's treated immediately.
- I reckon that'll just
save us the cost of a trial.
- I'm a doctor, mister, not a judge.
- I guess you know he's
you're responsibility.
If he gets away, there'll be hog to pay.
- He won't be going anywhere, Sheriff.
[townsfolk murmuring]
- The Douglas g*ng is nothing
but a bunch of Southern backsliders.
This Dixie doc is just trying
to protect his own kind, that's all.
- He's only doing his job.
[townsfolk murmuring]
[dramatic music]
- That sedative will keep
him out for quite awhile.
- Is he gonna live, Doctor?
- It's out of my hands now.
That b*llet didn't miss his heart by much.
I'd say the chances are about 50/50.
- But James, do we have to keep him here?
- If he's moved, it might be fatal.
I can't risk it.
- But those folks outside, you heard--
- Yes, I heard.
It's no concern of mine what they think.
I've got a job to do.
You understand, don't you, Ellie?
- Yes, yes, of course.
Oh, I'm sorry.
- I took an oath, Sandy.
I can't go back on that just
because this man's an outlaw.
- You don't have to explain to me, Doctor.
- I'd have to help any injured man.
- I wouldn't worry too much
about those folks outside, Mrs. Powell.
They're just thinking about an
outlaw being loose like this.
- He's in no condition to harm anyone.
- I know, and when he's recovered enough,
he can be removed to jail.
- That's up to the law.
As long as his condition
warrants it, he's my patient.
He'll stay right here.
[dramatic music]
- We done got the money, Matt.
Going back into town is plumb crazy.
- Vic's my brother.
- So, he's your brother, what about it?
- You going with me or do I go alone?
- Yeah, I'll go, but there's
something else, Matt.
- Yeah?
- Maybe he ain't alive.
The way he got shot we can't be sure.
- It don't make no difference, Cole.
One way or another,
we're bringing him back.
[dramatic music]
- That was a fine meal, Ellie.
Even in this country,
there's nothing quite
like Southern cooking.
- Maybe I should try some of it
on those Yankee townsfolk around here,
like that Mr. Kane.
- He's liable to like us too much then.
- Oh [giggles].
[dramatic music]
- Stand easy, folks, nobody will get hurt.
- What is this?
- Where's my?
- Don't touch him.
He can't be moved.
He's critically wounded.
I refuse to let you take him.
- You ain't in no position
to refuse me anything, Doc.
Vic, it's me, Matt.
Easy kid, it's gonna be all right.
Me and Cole's come to take you with us.
- He'll die if he's moved.
- What do you think, kid?
Can you make it?
- Yeah, I, I think so.
The Doc is taking pretty good care of me.
- Yeah well, only till you're
well enough for the rope.
- You're his brother.
I can understand how you feel,
but I'm speaking to you
as a doctor, not a lawman.
He can't be moved.
- [Matt] Well, he's gonna be.
- James, let him go.
- I'm sorry, Doc, but I'd
rather have it this way.
[dramatic music]
Matt, Matt's right
about that rope waiting.
- Put them in that closet.
[dramatic music]
I'll take care of you.
[dramatic music]
- I guess it's easy to
see now who was wrong.
Douglas should've been put behind bars.
- Dr. Powell had a
man's life in his hands.
- Emmett's right, if it wasn't
for this Dixie sawbones,
we'd have one of the Douglas g*ng anyway.
- [Sandy] He'd have done the
same for any wounded man.
- That's only your opinion, North.
I say he's the one who's
still fighting the w*r.
One of our own kind have gotten hurt
things would've been a lot different.
- Well, let's not stand here
all day and talk about it.
The Sheriff's outside
now organizing a posse
to go round up the Douglas g*ng.
Let's go join him.
- Well, I'm ready.
We oughta be able to track him.
- [Sandy] Well, we can try.
- It's no use.
They'll just never leave you alone now.
- I did what I had to do.
- It'll be different when
we get back home, honey.
This will all be behind us.
- We're not going back.
- James, you can't.
- I have to, Ellie.
We decided to make Danton our home.
We want to stay here, I
have to help protect it.
- Sandy, you and Kane
take the East Stage Trail.
Fred and I will cover the canyon area.
I've got the other roads posted.
- [James] I'll ride with you, Sandy.
- Dr. Powell, what in
the world are you doing
with that g*n on?
- You're organizing a posse.
I'm part of it.
- Who you trying to impress?
It's outlaws we're after,
not hospital patients.
- This is our job, Doctor.
- You're wrong, Sheriff.
I'm a citizen of this town.
I did my job as a doctor.
Now, I'll do my job as a citizen.
- Maybe he just wants to be sure
his Southern friends get medical attention
when we sh**t them full
of holes, huh, Doc?
- Figure it any way you want, mister.
Ready to get started?
- Sure, Doc, one of the
boys will lend you a horse.
- Take Bill's over here.
[dramatic music]
- Try not to worry, Mrs. Powell.
[dramatic music]
- I'm telling you, Matt,
we're gonna have a posse on our necks.
- How about it, kid,
think you can make it?
- No, Matt, I'm sorry,
but I couldn't ride anymore
if my life depended on it.
- Well, maybe you think it don't.
- Shut up, we'll stay until Vic can ride.
- Maybe you're staying, but not me.
I'm taking my cut and getting outta here.
- Settle down, Cole,
you're not going anywhere.
If the posse does show up,
I'll be needing all the help I can get.
[dramatic music]
[Champion whinnying]
[dramatic music]
[Champion whinnying]
[dramatic music]
- [Emmett] Whoa!
- [Sandy] Right there, that shack.
- Looks like we found them, Rebel.
You'd better head back to town.
- I'm still riding with you, Yankee.
This time we're both on the same side.
[dramatic music]
[g*ns firing]
- Let's move in on them.
[g*ns firing]
- We gotta make a break for it, kid.
- Matt.
- Here, use this.
If we make it, Vic, I'll be back for you.
[g*ns firing]
- Vic.
- Sorry, Doc, not taking
me alive, not even you.
[dramatic music]
- Doc.
- Don't talk, just lie quiet.
- You're gonna help me
after all the things I said about you?
- Like I said, I'm a doctor.
[g*ns firing]
[dramatic music]
[Champion whinnying]
[dramatic music]
[Champion whinnying]
- Good boy, Champ.
[Champion whinnying]
Are you all right, Emmett?
- I guess I'll live,
thanks to the doc here.
Reckon I got a lot of apologizing to do.
- Just get well so you can pay your bill.
- It'll be a pleasure, Doc.
- So, you finally found
out the w*r is over,
you old diehard [chuckles].
Mrs. Powell, that's about the
best dinner I've ever had.
- Oh well, thank you, Sandy.
- I always said Ellie's Southern cooking
is better medicine than
any I could ever use.
- These hot biscuits are
about the best I ever tasted.
[Rebel whimpering]
- [James] Looks like Rebel
would like to try some too, Ricky.
- Get down, Rebel.
Here, here, here [chuckles].
- [chuckles] Oh, it's too bad
your horse isn't here, Ricky.
Seems like he's the only
one who's missing out.
[Champion whinnying]
- Champ.
[Champion whinnying]
He must've smelled the food a mile away.
Here you are, boy, real Southern cooking.
[Champion whinnying]
- You know, Ellie, I do believe that horse
whinnies with a Southern drawl.
[dramatic orchestral music]
♪ Champion, The Wonder Horse ♪
♪ Champion, The Wonder Horse ♪
♪ Like a streak of lightnin'
flashin' across the sky ♪
♪ Like the swiftest arrow
whizzin' from a bow ♪
♪ Like a mighty cannonball
he seems to fly ♪
♪ You'll hear about
him everywhere you go ♪
♪ The time will come
when everyone will know ♪
♪ The name of Champion, The Wonder Horse ♪
♪ Champion, The Wonder Horse ♪
♪ Champion, The Wonder Horse ♪
♪ Like a streak of lightnin'
flashin' across the sky ♪
♪ Like the swiftest arrow
whizzin' from a bow ♪
♪ Like a mighty cannonball
he seems to fly ♪
♪ You'll hear about
him everywhere you go ♪
♪ The time will come
when everyone will know ♪
♪ The name of Champion, The Wonder Horse ♪
[whimsical orchestral music]
[Rebel barking]
[Rebel whimpering]
[Champion whinnying]
[Rebel whimpering]
[dramatic orchestral music]
[Champion whinnying]
- Oh, I'm glad to see you, Champ,
but if you and Rebel keep interrupting me,
I'll never finish my work.
[Champion whinnying]
Is something wrong, Champ?
[Champion whinnying]
Looks like it could be important.
[Champion whinnying]
[dramatic orchestral music]
[Rebel barking]
[Rebel whimpering]
Well, what happened?
Can't you get up?
Oh, golly.
[Champion whinnying]
What're we gonna do, Champ?
[Champion whinnying]
[hooves thudding]
[buckboard rumbling]
[dramatic orchestral music]
Hey!
- James, look.
- Whoa, whoa!
Having trouble, boy?
- My dog's hurt, mister!
I need some help!
- My first patient, Ellie.
We haven't even reached town yet.
Be right there!
- I'm sure glad you came along, sir.
He's right over there.
[Rebel whimpering and barking]
You'll be all right now, Rebel.
These folks are gonna help.
- Rebel is it?
I expect he won't mind
the Southern accent then.
Some misguided Northern folks
have called me Rebel too.
- Can you tell what's wrong?
- Looks like your dog came out second best
with a porcupine, son.
There's a parcel of
broken quills in his nose.
- That poor, little, old thing.
It must be dreadfully painful.
- [James] I reckon it don't feel good.
- Golly, can you fix him up?
- Now, I wouldn't be much
of a doctor if I couldn't.
You live close, son?
- Just back aways at the North Ranch.
I'm Ricky North.
- You lead the way.
We'll put him in the buckboard.
How about that, Ellie?
- Hmm, what's that, James?
- Our fast day in Yankee territory,
and we're going to the North Ranch.
[Ellie chuckles]
[dramatic orchestral music]
- Is he gonna be all right now, Doctor?
- There will be a little
soreness for a few days,
then he'll be fine.
- Gosh, I sure don't
know how to thank you.
Sure was lucky for me you came along,
you being a doctor and all.
- As a rule, my husband
usually works on humans.
[all chuckle]
- This is my Uncle Sandy.
- My pleasure, sir.
I'm James Powell, the new doctor.
This is my wife, Ellie.
- Well, it's a pleasure to know you both.
We've been looking
forward to your arrival.
Welcome to town.
- Rebel got in a fight with a porcupine.
The doctor brought him
over and fixed him up.
- Well now, I guess I owe you something.
= Forget it, no charge
for four legged animals.
- Won't you stay to dinner?
We'd like to have you.
- Thanks for the invitation,
but Ellie and I would
kinda like to get to town
and unpack our things.
It's been a long trip.
- Well, of course, I'll ride
along and give you a hand.
Would you like to come along, Ricky?
- Well, I, no, I better not.
Rebel might need some looking after.
- Here, dab this on every hour or so,
then bring him in to see me tomorrow.
- I will, Doctor, and
thanks, thanks a lot.
What about you, Rebel?
Can't you thank the doctor?
[Rebel barks]
[Ellie giggles]
- My wife is a little worried
about how we'll be received
in Yankee territory.
- Well, the w*r's been
over a long time, Doctor.
I think that's all in the past now.
[whimsical orchestral music]
- Must be the new doc.
- Yep, I reckon so.
- [James] Whoa.
[whimsical orchestral music]
[Ellie sighs]
- Like it, Ellie?
- Oh, I couldn't be happier
if it were a castle.
- Well, I can tell you one thing.
Old Doc Sanford certainly made this
the nearest thing to a
hospital that we have around.
- He was well loved and respected, Sandy.
I hope I'll be able to take his place
with you and your friends here in town.
- I wouldn't count on it, Rebel.
- Is something rankling you, Emmett?
- Might be.
- Well, this is--
- Nevermind the introductions, North.
We know who he is and what he is.
- Meaning what, mister?
- Meaning that you're the son
of General Nathan Powell, old Powderhead.
- Look, Emmett, the w*r is over.
General Powell was a
soldier and a brave one.
He had a job to do.
- And he sure did it.
My regiment fought against
him at Fredericksburg,
and I lost a lot of my best friends there.
- Don't you think he did?
- Didn't reckon he had any friends.
- James, please.
- Let him go, little lady, my pleasure.
- Watch your tongue, Emmett.
You may be needing the
doctor's services yourself.
- Are you taking his side?
- Like I said, the w*r is over.
- Maybe it ain't.
Maybe it's starting right here and now.
Folks in these parts don't want
no Dixie doc taking care of them.
- [Sandy] You're speaking
for yourself, not the town.
- Who's gonna argue with me?
- Well, I am, if you're set to argue.
- I'm plenty set.
[fists thudding]
[dramatic music]
[horses whinnying]
- [James] Whoa!
[horses whinnying]
[dramatic music]
[fists thudding]
- Are you all right?
- Sure.
- I don't generally have someone
fighting my battles for me, Sandy,
but you sure did a nice job.
- Well, I figured I owed you something
for the job you did on Ricky's dog.
- You better keep that
dog of yours a hurtin',
because he's the only patient
that Southern friend of
yours is ever gonna have.
- James, maybe we better go on back home.
- Hush up with that talk, Ellie.
We're not leaving.
- Don't pay any attention
to Emmett Kane, Mrs. Powell.
All folks in this town is expect
is for your husband to be a good doctor.
- I know he's that.
- All right then, let's get
you set up in housekeeping.
[Champion whinnying]
- Whoa.
[Rebel barking]
- Look, Champ beat us into town.
- Maybe he's worried about Rebel.
- Well, sure he is, they're pals.
Good Rebel, you and I will
go and see the doctor, huh?
- I'll only be in the
store a few minutes, Ricky,
so don't be too long.
- Yes, sir.
[whimsical orchestral music]
Hi, Mrs. Powell.
[dramatic music]
- Well, looky here, bringing
the patient to the doc, huh?
- Sure am.
- I reckon the doc charges too
much for kennel calls, huh?
- What're you talking about?
- Always did figure this town
could use a good veterinarian.
Doc Powell's just the man we need.
- You've got no call to talk like that.
He's a good doctor.
- Oh, sure he is for dogs.
- Yeah, we'll round up all
the sick four legged critters
we can find and send them over.
[both laughing]
- Gee, Mrs. Powell, how
come they said that?
- I'm afraid that would take
a lot of explaining, Ricky.
Maybe we oughta just try
and forget it, huh, come on.
- Well, how's my patient today?
- He seems fine, Doctor,
but I thought while Uncle Sandy and I
were picking up supplies you
could kinda check him over.
- Sure thing, you go on
back and help your uncle.
It won't take long.
- Okay, Doctor, now you
be a good dog now, Rebel.
[Rebel whimpering]
[dramatic music]
[g*ns firing]
[Champion whinnying]
- Vic, up here!
[Champion whinnying]
[g*ns firing]
- Stay here, Ellie.
[dramatic music]
[townsfolk murmuring]
Help me get him inside.
- Hold it, he's one of the Douglas g*ng.
He belongs in jail.
- The man's badly wounded, Emmett.
- This man will die unless
he's treated immediately.
- I reckon that'll just
save us the cost of a trial.
- I'm a doctor, mister, not a judge.
- I guess you know he's
you're responsibility.
If he gets away, there'll be hog to pay.
- He won't be going anywhere, Sheriff.
[townsfolk murmuring]
- The Douglas g*ng is nothing
but a bunch of Southern backsliders.
This Dixie doc is just trying
to protect his own kind, that's all.
- He's only doing his job.
[townsfolk murmuring]
[dramatic music]
- That sedative will keep
him out for quite awhile.
- Is he gonna live, Doctor?
- It's out of my hands now.
That b*llet didn't miss his heart by much.
I'd say the chances are about 50/50.
- But James, do we have to keep him here?
- If he's moved, it might be fatal.
I can't risk it.
- But those folks outside, you heard--
- Yes, I heard.
It's no concern of mine what they think.
I've got a job to do.
You understand, don't you, Ellie?
- Yes, yes, of course.
Oh, I'm sorry.
- I took an oath, Sandy.
I can't go back on that just
because this man's an outlaw.
- You don't have to explain to me, Doctor.
- I'd have to help any injured man.
- I wouldn't worry too much
about those folks outside, Mrs. Powell.
They're just thinking about an
outlaw being loose like this.
- He's in no condition to harm anyone.
- I know, and when he's recovered enough,
he can be removed to jail.
- That's up to the law.
As long as his condition
warrants it, he's my patient.
He'll stay right here.
[dramatic music]
- We done got the money, Matt.
Going back into town is plumb crazy.
- Vic's my brother.
- So, he's your brother, what about it?
- You going with me or do I go alone?
- Yeah, I'll go, but there's
something else, Matt.
- Yeah?
- Maybe he ain't alive.
The way he got shot we can't be sure.
- It don't make no difference, Cole.
One way or another,
we're bringing him back.
[dramatic music]
- That was a fine meal, Ellie.
Even in this country,
there's nothing quite
like Southern cooking.
- Maybe I should try some of it
on those Yankee townsfolk around here,
like that Mr. Kane.
- He's liable to like us too much then.
- Oh [giggles].
[dramatic music]
- Stand easy, folks, nobody will get hurt.
- What is this?
- Where's my?
- Don't touch him.
He can't be moved.
He's critically wounded.
I refuse to let you take him.
- You ain't in no position
to refuse me anything, Doc.
Vic, it's me, Matt.
Easy kid, it's gonna be all right.
Me and Cole's come to take you with us.
- He'll die if he's moved.
- What do you think, kid?
Can you make it?
- Yeah, I, I think so.
The Doc is taking pretty good care of me.
- Yeah well, only till you're
well enough for the rope.
- You're his brother.
I can understand how you feel,
but I'm speaking to you
as a doctor, not a lawman.
He can't be moved.
- [Matt] Well, he's gonna be.
- James, let him go.
- I'm sorry, Doc, but I'd
rather have it this way.
[dramatic music]
Matt, Matt's right
about that rope waiting.
- Put them in that closet.
[dramatic music]
I'll take care of you.
[dramatic music]
- I guess it's easy to
see now who was wrong.
Douglas should've been put behind bars.
- Dr. Powell had a
man's life in his hands.
- Emmett's right, if it wasn't
for this Dixie sawbones,
we'd have one of the Douglas g*ng anyway.
- [Sandy] He'd have done the
same for any wounded man.
- That's only your opinion, North.
I say he's the one who's
still fighting the w*r.
One of our own kind have gotten hurt
things would've been a lot different.
- Well, let's not stand here
all day and talk about it.
The Sheriff's outside
now organizing a posse
to go round up the Douglas g*ng.
Let's go join him.
- Well, I'm ready.
We oughta be able to track him.
- [Sandy] Well, we can try.
- It's no use.
They'll just never leave you alone now.
- I did what I had to do.
- It'll be different when
we get back home, honey.
This will all be behind us.
- We're not going back.
- James, you can't.
- I have to, Ellie.
We decided to make Danton our home.
We want to stay here, I
have to help protect it.
- Sandy, you and Kane
take the East Stage Trail.
Fred and I will cover the canyon area.
I've got the other roads posted.
- [James] I'll ride with you, Sandy.
- Dr. Powell, what in
the world are you doing
with that g*n on?
- You're organizing a posse.
I'm part of it.
- Who you trying to impress?
It's outlaws we're after,
not hospital patients.
- This is our job, Doctor.
- You're wrong, Sheriff.
I'm a citizen of this town.
I did my job as a doctor.
Now, I'll do my job as a citizen.
- Maybe he just wants to be sure
his Southern friends get medical attention
when we sh**t them full
of holes, huh, Doc?
- Figure it any way you want, mister.
Ready to get started?
- Sure, Doc, one of the
boys will lend you a horse.
- Take Bill's over here.
[dramatic music]
- Try not to worry, Mrs. Powell.
[dramatic music]
- I'm telling you, Matt,
we're gonna have a posse on our necks.
- How about it, kid,
think you can make it?
- No, Matt, I'm sorry,
but I couldn't ride anymore
if my life depended on it.
- Well, maybe you think it don't.
- Shut up, we'll stay until Vic can ride.
- Maybe you're staying, but not me.
I'm taking my cut and getting outta here.
- Settle down, Cole,
you're not going anywhere.
If the posse does show up,
I'll be needing all the help I can get.
[dramatic music]
[Champion whinnying]
[dramatic music]
[Champion whinnying]
[dramatic music]
- [Emmett] Whoa!
- [Sandy] Right there, that shack.
- Looks like we found them, Rebel.
You'd better head back to town.
- I'm still riding with you, Yankee.
This time we're both on the same side.
[dramatic music]
[g*ns firing]
- Let's move in on them.
[g*ns firing]
- We gotta make a break for it, kid.
- Matt.
- Here, use this.
If we make it, Vic, I'll be back for you.
[g*ns firing]
- Vic.
- Sorry, Doc, not taking
me alive, not even you.
[dramatic music]
- Doc.
- Don't talk, just lie quiet.
- You're gonna help me
after all the things I said about you?
- Like I said, I'm a doctor.
[g*ns firing]
[dramatic music]
[Champion whinnying]
[dramatic music]
[Champion whinnying]
- Good boy, Champ.
[Champion whinnying]
Are you all right, Emmett?
- I guess I'll live,
thanks to the doc here.
Reckon I got a lot of apologizing to do.
- Just get well so you can pay your bill.
- It'll be a pleasure, Doc.
- So, you finally found
out the w*r is over,
you old diehard [chuckles].
Mrs. Powell, that's about the
best dinner I've ever had.
- Oh well, thank you, Sandy.
- I always said Ellie's Southern cooking
is better medicine than
any I could ever use.
- These hot biscuits are
about the best I ever tasted.
[Rebel whimpering]
- [James] Looks like Rebel
would like to try some too, Ricky.
- Get down, Rebel.
Here, here, here [chuckles].
- [chuckles] Oh, it's too bad
your horse isn't here, Ricky.
Seems like he's the only
one who's missing out.
[Champion whinnying]
- Champ.
[Champion whinnying]
He must've smelled the food a mile away.
Here you are, boy, real Southern cooking.
[Champion whinnying]
- You know, Ellie, I do believe that horse
whinnies with a Southern drawl.
[dramatic orchestral music]
♪ Champion, The Wonder Horse ♪
♪ Champion, The Wonder Horse ♪
♪ Like a streak of lightnin'
flashin' across the sky ♪
♪ Like the swiftest arrow
whizzin' from a bow ♪
♪ Like a mighty cannonball
he seems to fly ♪
♪ You'll hear about
him everywhere you go ♪
♪ The time will come
when everyone will know ♪
♪ The name of Champion, The Wonder Horse ♪
♪ Champion, The Wonder Horse ♪