03x19 - Shadow of a Giant

[bunniefuu]

[ringing]

[organ playing]

Howdy, friend.

Mornin'.

Aah!

Ohh!

Wait a minute, honey,
wait a minute.

Here. You dropped
your Bible.

You'd better
hurry along, now.

You're gonna be
late for church.

Thank you.

Hey, you! Stop!

Get a doctor.

It's Floyd Stryder.

They busted him out.

♪ [theme]

Well, you got it.

Told you we would.

You have any trouble?

Heh.

Easy as bustin' you
out of jail.

Hey. Hey.

Hey, what happened
to his leg?

I don't know, Floyd.

He was all right
when we picked him up.

Yeah, well,
he's lame now.

Maybe we ought to
leave him here.

Yeah.

Then we'll
put that pack
on your old back.

You stay with it,
partner.

You'll earn yourself
a mess of sugar.

Come on, let's ride.

Hey. Didn't expect
you boys this fast.

You must've rid
with burrs under
your blankets.

Well, I hope you got
some fresh horses.
Ours our finished.

A few hours
of daylight left.

We'll have to be
saddled up and out of
here as soon as we can.

Say, that was some
excitement you folks had
over in Stockton--

Them Stryders bustin'
their brother Floyd
out of jail

-in broad daylight.
-How about those horses?

Too bad about the sheriff
and deputy, though.

Well, now, mister,
we sure would like to
jaw with you,

but we gotta
get movin'.

-Movin'?
-Yeah.

Oh, you got
plenty of time.

You're supposed
to wait right here.

I got this telegraph
just a few minutes ago

from the sheriff
in Stockton.

You know who's comin'
to lead your posse?

Seth Campbell,
that's who!

Seth Campbell?

Yeah, I bet you
never thought you'd
see the day

you'd be ridin'
with him, now did you?

I saw him
in Carson City, oh,
over 20 years ago.

Him just a-walkin'
down the street

kept those tinhorns
in the straight
and narrow.

Wait till I tell my boy.

He reads about Seth Campbell
in them dime novels.

Why, I remember him
when I was, oh,
about that high.

Heath,
we're in luck.

Nick, we wait
another hour or two,
it'll be dark.

We'll be stuck here
till mornin'.

We've been ordered to wait.

Just a couple
of minutes ago,

you were ready to
saddle up and ride out.

Well, now, that was
before I heard

that Seth Campbell
was joinin' us.

Now, we may lose a day,
but he'll make up
for it, and then some.

We may lose a lot more.

[horses approaching]

Here he comes!

I'm Seth Campbell.

Yes, Marshal.
I'm Link Haynes,
the station manager.

I just want to say,
well, I'm awful proud.

Pleasure, Mr. Haynes.
This is my son Seth, Jr.

He came along
to learn the trade.

That's mighty fine.

I'll take your horses.

These men here,
they're your posse.

Thank you.

-Good evening, gentlemen.
-Good evening, sir.

This is my son
Seth, Jr.

-How do you do?
-Howdy.

Now, it's been a long time
since I've led a posse.

The pencil-pushers
in Washington

have had me transporting
federal prisoners lately.

As a matter of fact,
I was on my way by train

to pick up Floyd Stryder
when his brothers
beat me to it.

Mighty nice to have you
with us, Marshal.

Well, it's
a pleasure to be--

Say, don't I
know you?

Nick Barkley.

Not Victoria Barkley's boy.

That's right, sir.

Well...

It's been a long time
since I saw you on
the ranch years ago

when you weren't
more than yea high.

-How's your mother?
-Fine, sir, fine.

"Fine" Is the word.

Victoria Barkley's
a fine woman.

Let me introduce you
to your posse.

This is Jack Wilson.

-Mr. Wilson.
-Marshal.

Mike Owens.

-Mr. Owens.
-My pleasure.

Jess Curry.

-Mr. Curry.
-Hello, Marshal.

And back here's
my brother Heath.

Well, it's always
a pleasure to meet
a Barkley.

Well, let's get
down to business,
gentlemen.

If you'll raise
your right hands,

I'll swear you in
as deputies.

Stand up, please,
Mr. Barkley.

Raise your right hand.

Do you all solemnly swear

to defend the constitution
of the United States
and California

against all enemies,
foreign and domestic,

to the best of your abilities,
so help you God?

-I do.
-I will.

Well, now,
the way I see it,

the Stryders will head
for Nevada over the Sierras.

That's the way
we figured it.

Now, from the look
of their tracks,

they've got an extra
animal with 'em,
probably a pack horse.

They've also got
a lame horse.

They'll be looking
for a fresh one.

Well, now,
they wouldn't dare show
themselves in town,

so they'll probably
steal one from one of
the outlying ranches.

Exactly.
That's why I wired

to every ranch
within a day's ride of here

to be on the lookout
for them.

Now, that lame horse
is gonna slow them down,

so if we don't give them
any rest, we can make up
valuable ground.

Marshal, you figurin'
on night-trackin' them?

Yes, I do...

As soon as those horses
get up here.

A quarter moon's
all we got.

Just right
for an ambush.

Well, I reckon a quarter moon
is all I'll need,

but thank you for the advice,
Mr. Barkley.

I'll be on the lookout
for an ambush.

The Stryders will be moving
at night, and so will we.

Uh, here's your
horse, Marshal.

No paint horse for me,
Mr. Haynes.

He's a mighty fine
animal, Marshal.

Well, I'm sure it is,
but take it back

and get me another animal,
will you please?

Marshal, I'll be glad
to change with you.

No, thank you,
Mr. Curry.

I don't want
a paint horse
along at all.

Never had but
bad luck with 'em.

You know,
there's two things to remember
about this job, gentlemen.

It's skill and luck.

Never underestimate
either one of 'em.

Pa, it looks like
that lame horse of theirs
is gettin' worse.

That's good
readin' them, boy.

Dismount, men.
Rest your horses
for a minute.

Seth... here.

Loosen your cinches.
Let 'em breathe.

Don't water 'em.
They'll get the colic.

Fill your canteens
if you want.

Well, we're makin'
pretty good time.

No ambush yet.

Well, you called it,
Marshal.

No paint horse.
Maybe we've been
lucky so far.

[laughs]
I know it sounds crazy,
but that's the way I feel.

Hey, I don't
remember seeing you
at the Barkley ranch

when I was there
years ago.

-I wasn't there as a boy.
-Oh?

I grew up in Strawberry.

Oh.

But, you know,
I feel that...

I've met you
someplace before.

Is that possible?

Five years ago,
I rode with you
up in Placer County.

Why, sure.

Sure.

Yeah, that was
Johnny Rote
and his g*ng.

Heh heh. We nailed 'em
pretty good, didn't we?

Well, we did,
didn't we?

That's right, Marshal.
You sure did.

No, no. Wedid.
And we're gonna
do it again, son,

if we all stick
together. Right?

Maybe.

You know,
it's a funny thing.

People all over
this country

have put their faith in me
from time to time,

and the way I read it,
you've got no faith
in me at all.

None at all.

Heath, so, you've ridden
with Seth Campbell
before, huh?

Yeah.

Just how come you
never mentioned it?

I was workin' on a farm
up in Placer County
about five years ago.

Campbell comes
ridin' in with a posse
after the Rote g*ng.

Guess I couldn't wait
to be the first in line
to join up,

-ride with the great
Seth Campbell.
-So?

CAMPBELL: All right,
let's ride.

Guess we'd better
be goin'.

I loosened your cinch.

Floyd, Jeet...

This no-good pack horse
is slowin' us down.

He's right, Floyd.
That horse has had it.

All right,
quit your beefin'.

We'll stop here
and rest him a while.

Floyd, we're not gettin'
anywhere this way.

Why don't we just lose
that old plug permanently?

Now, listen, that horse
is carryin' something
worth slowin' down for.

You better see nothin'
happens to him, either,

or it'll be your hide.

It'll be myhide?

Floyd, least you forget, me and
Luke, we quit the army

just to come out here
and break you out
of jail.

Now you're jawin' at me
just like that
buck sergeant did.

You know,
we'd have been better off
to stay there on the post.

We ate regular
and we got paid,
and we didn't have to--

Then why don't
you go right on
back there, then?

Floyd, you know
I can't do that.

After stickin' a knife
in that sergeant,

-if I ever got near
that post--
-All right!

I don't want
to hear no more

about how good you
had it in the army.

Only reason
you joined up anyway

was 'cause the law
in three states was
out lookin' for you.

Well, anyway, what about
that horse's leg?

What are we gonna do?

Well, we're gonna drive
to the nearest ranch

and we're gonna get ourselves
some new animals.

If that leg
gives out first,

we'll think of
somethin' else.

Now, come on.
Let's get movin'.

How about another
one, Marshal?

Mmm, don't mind if I do.

Ahh.

Here you are, boy.

Just don't tell
the temperance ladies
on your daddy.

I won't
if you don't.

Well, to get
back to the story
and finish her up,

there we were--
Old Bull Kimball and me--

Starin' down each other's
g*n barrels,

no more than
five foot apart.

The place was crowded
with folks.

I said, "Bull,
put down your iron,

or I'm gonna have
to burn you down"--

Knowing full well I'd never
sh**t in that crowd.

Well, Old Bull,
he'd k*lled a couple
of men in his time,

but he wasn't pure mean.
He said, "Constable...

"Tell you what--

Let's you and me
arm wrestle."

[laughs]

"You put my knuckles
down on the wood,

"I'll go peaceable.

"But you lose...

And you give me two hours
to get out of town."

Well...

I wasn't much older
than young Seth, Jr. Here.

Weighed about


but I was a c*ck
young buck in them days.

What happened, Marshal?

Well, Bull got
his two hours,

but I had him
in custody in three.

[laughter]

I can tell you,
I practiced my arm wrestling
after that.

You know,
it's a great sport.

Hey, gentlemen...

What about it?
Any takers?

No, thank you.

Gentlemen, come on, now.

Mr. Curry, huh?

-All right.
I'll have a go at it.
-All right, sir.

Heath, how about
you movin'?

There we go.

Ahh.

All right?
On three, huh?

One, two...

Three.

[laughter]

Very good.

Well done, sir.
I thought you
had me there.

Oh, it was a pleasure,
Marshal, believe me.

A pleasure.

Well, who's next?

Nick Barkley,
how about you?

No, no, uh...

I think I'd better
pass this time,
Marshal.

Heath Barkley,
come on, boy.

Roll up your sleeve.
Let's go.

If you don't mind,
Marshal, I think
I'll pass, too.

Pa, it's gettin' late.

We had a hard ride.
Why don't we turn in?

Now, son, I brought you
along on this posse,

but not as my nursemaid.
Come on, boy, let's go.

No, thanks, Marshal.

Oh, I can't let you
get away with that.

You got a stout
right arm there.
Let's get at it.

Oh, come on, Heath,
it's no shame to get
beaten by Seth Campbell.

Kind of an honor,
I'd say.

Heath--He don't fight
nobody under 80.

How's about if
we break the marshal's
right arm, Heath?

Both arms?

No, no, let up on him.
Let up on him.

Heath may have
good reasons

for not wanting
to indulge in a little
arm wrestling.

Personal reasons, maybe.

Care to let us in
on 'em?

Or are they too personal?

All right, Marshal.

Good, good, good.

On three.

One...

Two...

Three.

[struggling]

Pa, it's okay--

I'm all right, son.

Well, I don't know
about the rest of
you fellas,

but it's time
for another round.

Marshal?

No. Put that
bottle away.

I want you men
to get some sleep.

Seth, you stand guard.
We'll be ridin'
in two hours.

The marshal's
a mighty proud man.

He ain't used to losin'.

You had to take him
down a notch, didn't you?

I hope you're satisfied.

CAMPBELL: Stay down.

[indistinct chatter]

Stay down, stay down.

It's a trap.

Now we're gonna rush 'em.
Stay down!

Pa?

Take it easy, Pa.
It's me.

Now, let me have that.

Let me have the g*n.

Boy--Boy--

Are you all right?
Now, take it easy, Pa.

Here, here.
Let's get back.

You need a little
sleep, that's all.

-I'm fine.
-Uh-huh.

I'm fine.

Okay, let's go.

I'm fine.

We heard
something out here.
What's goin' on?

It's all right.
It's okay.

Pa...

Had a touch of pneumonia
a few weeks back.

He was pretty sick.

And those drinks
he had tonight
didn't help him much.

But he'll be all right.
He'll be just fine when
he gets a little sleep.

-Pa?
-Yeah.

Now, one of us is gonna have
to take over the watch.

-I'll do it.
-All right, Owens.

Pa, you know,
maybe you shouldn't
have come on this posse.

The doc said
you needed more rest.

Son, I had to come
on this posse.

I don't know how many
more posses I got left.

I wanted you
to come with me

to give you the feel
of things while I still
had the chance.

I know that, but you
gotta take care
of your health.

There only two things
in this world

that mean anything
to me, boy--

You, and the way
I do my job.

Now, that's all I've got
to leave you--

What I know about
bein' a lawman.

Look, you've given me
enough already, Pa.

I just hope I can do
as good as you.

You're gonna be
better than me.

I know that.

But I've got
to teach you

while I still
got the chance.

Do you understand
that, son?

Sure, Pa, I understand.

Turnin' out to be
quite a trip,
isn't it?

Yep.

Well, I don't know.
I guess maybe I'm...

Better off here than
I would be in town.

I let Jack Purdy
talk me into
squirin' his cousin

to the social tonight.

Heh heh.

What's she look like?

Don't know.
Never saw her.

But I do know
one thing--

If she looks anything
like the rest of
them Purdy's,

I'm better off
in this posse.

Marshal Campbell.

Could be his kid's
right, you know.

Old man,
long, hard ride,

just over a bout
with pneumonia,

and too much
to drink--

Could be fit as ever
by mornin'

after a good
night's sleep.

Could be.

You don't think so?

I don't think so.

Heath, what is wrong
with you?

You've been droppin'
hints all along

and runnin' away
from them.

That posse
in Placerville--

I never was really
quite sure in my own mind
what happened there.

So, I never said
anything.

You were after
the Rote g*ng.

Like the marshal said,
we nailed 'em, all right.

What he didn't say
was that we lost
three good men doin' it.

Well, that happens, Heath.
It happens.

Nick, I don't think
those three men
had to die.

So, you're blaming
Campbell?

I'm not blamin' anyone.

I'm just tryin'
to think it through,

see it as it was.

There was the Rotes,
ready to surrender.

There was Campbell,
yellin',

"Take 'em,
get 'em, take 'em!

They're ready
for the takin'!"

It was like
he wanted to fight.

It was like he was
out of his mind.

Now, you could
be dead wrong
about that, Heath

I could be.

You know, the Rote g*ng
is a pretty tricky bunch.

You don't hold up
a dozen banks

and get away clean,
you know.

Could be the old man
thought they were
settin' a trap for him.

Or maybe he knew something
you didn't know.

Maybe.

But maybe if I'd tried
stoppin' him,

those three men
wouldn't be dead.

Get some sleep.

All right,
boys, drink up.
Let's get goin'.

Today's the day
we bring in
the Stryders.

Feeling better
this morning, Marshal?

All right,
let's get going...

Before that trail
gets cold.

Oh, Wilson, I took
a look at your horse.

You'd better check
his left rear shoe.

Seems loose to me.
Owens, put that fire out.

Well, he, uh...

Looks to be in
pretty good control
of things.

Yep, looks to be.

Floyd, this animal's
all give out.

Yeah, looks like
we're gonna have
to get rid of him.

What are you gonna
do about that pack?

You're gonna
ride up ahead to
one of them ranches

and come back
with another horse.

Two, if you can.
Now, get movin'.

All right, Floyd.
See you.

All right,
come on, Luke,

help me get that pack
onto my horse.

Be nice
and careful, now.

We're gonna need
this baby.

Floyd! There's a bunch
of riders comin' up
from behind us.

I seen 'em from
the top of the ridge.

I don't know how many
of them there are,
they're too far away.

That'll be the posse
comin' out of Stockton.

We'd better
get out of here.

Turn that animal
loose, Luke.

Let me up
behind you, Jeet.

All right.

Boys, the trail's
heating up.

What do you make
of these tracks, Seth?

Well...

There's only three
horses now, Pa.

You tellin' me
they split up?

No, I'd say they got
rid of that lame
pack animal of their's.

They probably
shifted whatever
it was carryin'

onto one of
the others.

And there's two men
that are ridin'
double now.

Right as rain. You got
a tracker's eye, Seth.

Now, men, we'll be
tangling with 'em soon.

Now, some of you that
haven't ridden posse

are probably a little
nervous right about now.
Don't be,

because once you get
into it, it'll pass,
believe me.

Important thing is
to do what I tell you.

Remember, I've been
at this for 33 years.

Now, just have faith in me,
and do like I tell you.

All right, let's ride.

Well, looks like
the end of the trail
is a ghost town.

You sure put 'em
in our laps,
Marshal.

They ought to be
mighty surprised.

I don't know about that.
I don't like those three
horses out there,

just like nobody had
a care in the world.

We'll dismount.

We'll go up on foot.

That's a Gatling g*n.

Wilson, Curry...

I want you to take up
your positions

on the other side
of the wall over there
when I give you the word.

And then,
when we start firing,

jump the wall and rush 'em.
Seth an I will follow you.

The Barkleys will cover us

and then come up
and help us finish 'em off.

All right, go.

Get ready.

Marshal, there's no
cover out there.

They'll be cut down.

We're not gonna
let 'em get away.

We're gonna
rush 'em now.

They're not gonna
get away.

Their horses are
back there. At least
wait till dark.

I gave those men
a lawful order,

and, by heaven,
they're gonna carry it out.

We're gonna rush 'em.
Now, get ready.

Marshal,
we'll get those men,

but rushing
a Gatling g*n
in broad daylight

is suicide.

You've been given
a lawful order.

Now carry it out!

We never had a chance.
You can't move out there.

You should've
kept going!

-Marshal, you saw
what happened!
-Maybe he's right, Pa.

Don't you turn coward
on me, boy.

I take care of my men.

That g*n's already k*lled
two of 'em, Marshal.

Seth, you and me
are gonna rush 'em.

-Let's go.
-Hold it, Marshal.

You know what you're
doin', don't you?

You're interfering
with a federal officer

in performance of his duty.

Nick, try and talk
some sense into him.

I'm afraid I can't
do that, Marshal.

He's right.
I've gotta go
along with him.

Suit yourself.

You sh**t me,
it'll be in the back, boy.

This is still my posse,
and my boy and I
are goin' in there.

Come on, son.

Pa!

Pa.

I didn't want
to have to do that.

Now, listen, boy...

Two men are dead
because of that g*n.

We keep rushing it
head on, we're all
gonna be dead.

We're gonna need
some help.

Jess, get down
the other end
of this wall

and give 'em something
to worry about.

Seth, go down to
the Swanson's ranch.

It's about ten miles
down the road.

Ask old man Swanson
to get us some help.

-What about my pa?
-Now, wait a minute!

Nobody's goin' anywhere.
This is still my posse.

Why don't you take it easy.
I'm goin' for help.

Nobody's goin'
anywhere.

-Stay here!
-I'm goin'!

Come here!

It's not your posse
anymore, Marshal.

Floyd, Floyd!

-Look here.
-Yeah.

Looks like they're
goin' for help.

Yeah, we'd better
clean out what's
left of 'em fast.

Now, when
I start firin',

you bust out,
see if you can
flank 'em.

Now, move!
I'll cover you!

You want me out of here?
All right.

I'll ride out of here.

It's your posse now.

And may God
help you both.

[g*nf*re]

[g*nf*re in distance]

Nick, look out!

Curry's hit.

Is it bad?

I don't know.

It's the marshal!

Hyah!

He's dead.

Well, we got
things to do.

We gotta get
these bodies
back into town,

round up
the horses,
gather the men.

Where's Seth, Jr.?

He was sent back
for help.

Help?

Oh, yes.

I remember.

Let's get busy.

Come on,
give me a hand!

Heath.

NICK: Your son
is dead, Marshal.

He just turned 18.

Wanted to be a lawman.

He was so happy
being with me.

Give me a hand,
will you?

All the Stryders
are dead.

Wilson, Owens,
and my son.

I'll tell you
what happened

as soon as you get
this man to a doctor.

He's hurt badly.

Now I'll tell you
what happened.

This man,
Heath Barkley--

Aided and abetted
by his brother here--

Disobeyed my orders,
attacked me physically,

and took over
the posse.

Heath Barkley? Nick?

Yes, and I'm preferring
charges against
both of them...

For preventing me
from doing my duty.

Marshal, you know
what happened up there.

Furthermore,
my son's death

was due directly
to their act.

I want you to arrest
these men, Sheriff.

The charge is m*rder.

[knock on door]

-Seth.
-Victoria.

Good to see you.

Won't you sit down?

I had hoped to call
on you, Victoria,

but somehow...

After all this...

Seth, I wanted
you to know

how badly I feel--

How badly my whole
family feels--
About your son.

He was a good boy.

He always tried
to do the right thing.

That's the way he died.

I knew you'd understand,
Victoria,

because you've always been
an understanding woman.

I remember
your kindness to me

the first time we met.

Do you remember
where that was?

Emily Fletcher's party.

Yeah.

I was a big,
clumsy youngster--

So shy, I didn't dare
look at a girl.

Then you came over
and you put me at my ease.

Before the evening
was over,

you taught me
how to dance.

You came here to talk
about your sons,
didn't you?

Seth, I want you
to drop these charges
against my boys.

I can't do that.

But you've got them
up for m*rder.

They're not murderers.

What they did
amounted to m*rder.

They did what they
thought was their duty.

Their duty?

Interfering with
the proper authority,

attacking an officer
trying to do his job--

Was that their duty?

At the time
they took over,

were you really
the proper authority?

Well...

At the time
they took over,

I had a commission
as a federal officer,

I had warrants for
the Stryder brothers'
arrest in my pocket,

and I had duties that
I was sworn to carry out.

Yes, I'd say I was
the proper authority.

-Heath says--
-I know what Heath says.

But I'm interested
in what you say,

because I respect you,
Victoria.

Now, after seeing me
and hearing me,

would you say
that I look or sound
like an insane man?

Aren't I pretty much
the same as I've
always been?

Neither Heath nor I ever
said you were insane.

But there are
such things as...

Well, lapses.

I don't have lapses,
Victoria.

Your son is dead,

k*lled by the Stryders.

Now, putting Nick
and Heath in jail

for the rest
of their lives

is not going
to bring him back.

You don't understand.

All my life, I've tried
to uphold the law,

and that's what
I'm trying to do now.

The fact that you and I
have known each other
for many years

cannot alter that.

My son Jarrod
is going to be
defending his brothers.

Now, he'll do that
in every way he can,

even if it means
destroying you.

I beg you, Seth.
I beg you--

Drop these charges
right now.

Otherwise, it will--

Otherwise, it will
wreck all our lives.

I can't do that,
Victoria.

See, you don't seem
to understand--

It isn't only your sons
who are on trial here.

In a way, I am, too,
because if they're right
and I'm wrong,

then I'm a crazy old man
who's not fit to be
a marshal.

And if I can't be that,
I might as well be dead.

There is another
witness--Curry.

-Now, he'll testify that--
-No.

Jess Curry died of
his wounds this morning.

I hope you understand
how I feel about
this case, Jarrod.

I've always had
the greatest regard

for you and your family,
you know that.

But I've got to prosecute
to the limit--
That's my job.

And I can tell you--

It's not gonna be
an easy one for you.

I know that, Dave.

This business about Campbell
being unbalanced.

I've spent a good
amount of time with him
the last few days.

There's nothing wrong
with that man.

Him go to pieces
in a fight?
It's hard to believe.

Well, I intend to prove
that that's exactly
what happened.

Oh? Well, then you're
ready for court on Friday.

As a matter of fact,
I've got a favor
I want to ask of you.

Just a minute.
If you're gonna ask me

to agree to a postponement,
I'm afraid that's
impossible.

No, no postponement.

I want you to agree to
a pretrial investigation

at the site of
the alleged crime,

just to see
if it was reasonable

to rush
that Gatling g*n.

[chuckles]

Not so many years ago,

Seth Campbell
and two soldiers
charged up a hill

into the face
of a platoon manning
a battery of cannon.

Now, maybe that
was unreasonable,

but the President
of the United States

personally pinned a medal
on Campbell's chest.

And I say
it was a different
Seth Campbell

and a different
situation.

Different?
In whose judgment?

Nick's? Heath's? You?

And you--
If you were in a jury,

would you accept
their word over that of
a professional soldier,

a professional lawman?

Dave, all I'm asking is
that we go out there
and see for ourselves.

There's nothing to see,
nothing!

Nick and Heath claimed
that it was suicide
to rush that Gatling,

but Campbell rushed it.

And he not only survived,
he k*lled Floyd Stryder.

Now, even if he'd failed,
they still had no right--

Legal or moral--
To defy his authority...

Because they had sworn
an oath to obey him.

And what if he wasn't
fit to command?

They had no right
to make that judgment.

Dave, these are
my brothers I'm defending.

JARROD: And it was
at this point

that you gave the order
to rush that Gatling

-while Nick
and Heath covered?
-That's right.

Was that when--

That's when Heath Barkley

tried to prevent my orders
from being carried out.

But those orders
werecarried out,
weren't they?

A man was k*lled.

I object.

I mean, Jarrod--
I think you're
forgetting yourself.

The marshal isn't
on trial here.

You'll have a chance
to cross-examine
in court.

No, Mr. Steigler,
I think it's high time

that this entire thing
was straightened out
once and for all.

All right.

Heath,
what happened next?

That's when the marshal
ordered another rush.

And you thought
that was a mistake?

To rush that tower
in broad daylight
without cover?

Yes, I thought
it was a mistake.

And I did, too,
along with Curry.

Wait a minute.

He can't speak
for Curry, Jarrod.

The rest of this is
merely the opinion
of your clients.

-All right, let's
get on with it.
-By all means, Mr. Barkley.

It was at that point
that your brothers
attacked me

and took over
the posse illegally.

-Do you deny that,
Heath Barkley?
-No.

I really don't
know what you're
getting at.

As far as I can see,
this whole thing

merely strengthens
the position of
the prosecution.

Now, I don't mind.

You really feel
you want to continue?

Yes, I do.

Marshal,
was your son with you
when you came to?

Yes, he was.

What condition
were you in?

Other than a slight
headache, I was fine.

And that's when
Seth, Jr. left you.

Yeah, yes, it was.

The fighting continued.

-Seth went for help.
-What happened then?

Well, as I say,
the fighting continued, and--

Well, it was then
that I made a resolve

that I was gonna
get out of it.

Matter of fact,
I'd been physically
forced to stay out of it,

I decided to give
the Barkleys their head.

So, I--

I left. But I was still
head of that posse,
Mr. Barkley,

and I wasn't gonna let
the Stryders get away.

I don't see any reason
to continue this.

The main facts
have been established.

Not quite.

It seems to me
we still have a question

of the Gatling's
field of fire.

Now, I suggest that we
set the conditions up

as they actually were
when the fighting
broke out.

Marshal, I've got a man
up there in that tower.

He's gonna fire that g*n
on my signal.

Can you remember
where everyone was

when you ordered them
to rush that g*n?

Yes, of course.

Wilson and Curry--

They were behind
the wall there
in position to rush.

The rest of us were all
right over here.

Are you sure
we're safe from
the b*ll*ts here?

Oh, yes, we're safe here.

Dave, are you
gonna tell me that
a rational man

would send anybody
into this field of fire?

What's all this nonsense
about a field of fire?

When you're
in a firefight, sir,

you don't sit there
like a rat in a trap,
you attack.

That's when you mounted
your horse and jumped
the wall?

Yes, that's right.
That's when I mounted
my horse

and jumped the wall,
and if I hadn't,

your two brothers
would've been
slaughtered.

Slaughtered?
Heath and Nick were safe

from the Gatling g*n
behind the wall.

Safe, were they?
Well, one of the Stryders
had flanked them,

and if I hadn't
spotted him, they both
would've been k*lled!

Nick and Heath
were busy with two
of the Stryders.

Floyd was up in the tower
with the Gatling.

Now, where did you spot
another Stryder?

Right after
I'd mounted my horse...

I spotted him
in the alley down there.

I wheeled, and I fired.

You wheeled
and fired where?

There!

Seth.

I sh--

I shot--

Oh, my God.

Oh, Mother.

How'd it go?

He's gone.

It's one of
the saddest things
I've ever done,

putting him
on that train.

-How is he?
-Oh, very confused.

I don't think he'll ever
get used to the idea

that his son is gone.

To have a great career
end like that.

Well, you all did
the best you could.

By the way,
we've been invited

-to the Claytons'
for dinner tonight.
-Oh?

-Oh, say, Nick,
that reminds me.
-What?

Sarah Purdy's gonna
be there tonight.

Oh, well, now,
that's mighty fine.

Just too bad I'm too tired
to do much of anything.

Oh? Well, she probably
wouldn't have any time
for you anyway.

You're just
a little bit late.

Why?

Well, since you missed
that last social,

she's just about had
her pick of admirers.

Ah ha ha!

You're not talking
about the cousin
of Jack Purdy.

-Mm-hmm.
-Ohh h* h*!

Big green eyes.
One of the prettiest
girls I've ever seen.

You know, I haven't seen
the Claytons for a long time.

I think I'll go along.

That's too bad about
you bein' tired, Nick.

Yeah, we'll be sure to
give 'em your regrets.

-Pretty green
eyes, huh?
-Oh, beautiful.

Heath, where do you
think you're goin'?

Oh, I'm just goin' up
to take a bath.

-I'll flip you for the tub.
-Well, how come?

I haven't been
to the Claytons'
in a long time. Call it.

-Well, now,
I thought you was tired.
-Tired?

I want to get out
among them, too,
start dancin'. Call it.

Heads.

Sorry, old man.
You lost.

Ha ha ha ha!

Worked like a charm.

Ha ha! That Nick--
He'll never learn.

Ha ha!

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