Devil's Saddle Legion, The (1937)

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♪ Oh I'm goin' to my home
in Texas ♪

♪ To the little ranch
that bears my brand ♪

♪ I'm gonna settle back
inside the little shack ♪

♪ My Texas home
beside the Rio Grande ♪

♪ Oh the sun is always
bright in Texas ♪

♪ Texas always was
a sunny land ♪

♪ If you like pastures green ♪

♪ Just wait until you've seen ♪

♪ My Texas home
beside the Rio Grande ♪

[yodeling]

♪ I've hit the trail once more
but just for headin' for ♪

♪ My Texas home
beside the Rio Grande ♪♪

[yodeling]

[instrumental music]

If you let me
run things my way, pop

you could add about 5000 acres

of the Holladay's
Twisted-T-Ranch to our O.K.

No, we got enough land.

Enough for you, but not me.

I'm goin' after that land
and you're not gonna stop me.

This is my chance
to get a ranch for nothing

and I'm gonna get it.

Ever since I adopted you, Hub

you've been a disgrace
to the name of Ordley.

For the last time
I'm tellin' you

I'll tolerate no underhanded
methods on this ranch.

You either change
your ways or get out.

So, that's the way
you feel about it.

[dramatic music]

[indistinct chatter]

You're a little girl
on those bags, fella.

Come on there. Hurry up!

Say, Frayne,
that ring leader, Chip Carter's

starting trouble again.

I'll make an example out of him.

And I'll teach the other
prisoners a good lesson.

Now, send the men on down
to work on the dam

but keep Carter here in camp.

Right.

[all clamoring]

Why don't you let him alone!

You're killin' that boy!

- Get back now!
- He's only a boy!

- 'Let him alone!'
- 'Quiet!'

(Frayne)
'And one extra,
one for sassing your back.'

[Chip grunts]

[laughs]

Well, how was that, Gorman?

Yeah, you're gettin'
better than ever

with your black snake, Frayne.

You got what it takes
to boss a camp like this.

I make 'em or break 'em here.

Yeah, mostly break
by the looks of that.

- Shall I take him down, boss?
- Yeah, take him down.

And throw him out
to the buzzards.

His kind ain't no good to me.

When you gonna send me some men?

Some real men
for a change, Duke.

Why, with kids like this one

we won't finish the dam
before rain time.

Hub Ordley's yelling for action.

You know what that means to us?
To get it to him, pronto.

Wait'll you see
what I send ya next.

Five of the huskiest galoots
you ever saw.

Ah, good, I can use
all you can send me.

Because we gotta get
this dam done

so we can get our dues
from Ordley.

Hey, Butch, take him down
and cool him off.

Right. Come on.

[chuckles]

[music continues]

[laughter]

Well, I guess
that'll wake him up, huh?

[all laughing]

Go on.
Get over there!

[dramatic music]

Don't let him get away!
On your horses!

[g*nf*re]

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I'm sorry you k*lled him, Butch.

You know,
the citizens been talking

about the prison camp lately.

We've gotta be careful.

Well, if he got into town
with those welts on him

they'd talk a lot more.

Who's that?

[instrumental music]

He looks like a big, husky guy
you can use, Frayne.

Yeah. Let's ride down
and take a look.

They got me, but it, it's better
than dying in that rotten hell!

[coughs]

I got your scheme
all figured out.

You'll never get away with it.

They can't get away with what,
kid?

You oughta know?
You and your bunch of K*llers!

You wait until
Holladay gets back.

Wouldn't have gone this far

if he hadn't gone away
two years ago.

Say.. Say, you're Tal Holladay,
ain't ya?

I'll get you into Red Town,
there oughta be a doctor there.

No. No, it's too late.

I.. I'm going fast.

Don't go into Red Town though.

They'll k*ll you.

[dramatic music]

Hello, sheriff. Looks like
you're right in time.

- Somebody just shot him.
- Why'd ya k*ll him, feller?

Well, you must be fooling,
sheriff, I--

m*rder ain't no foolin' matter.

Why'd you k*ll Chip Carter?

Why should I k*ll him? His
father's one of my best friends.

Ya, grudge killin', huh?
What's your name, cow han--

Shut up, Spane.
I'll handle this.

- You let me do the talkin'.
- You're the boss, Gorman.

Just what is your name, feller?

Maybe I've heard it before.

- Smith J. Brown.
- The "J" is for Jail.

Get on your horse,
I'm takin' ya in.

Well, wait a minute, sheriff.
You can't railroad me--

I'm doin' it, ain't I?

Let me see his g*ns.

Alright, you just
take a look at those g*ns

they haven't been fired,
that oughta be proof enough

that I didn't..

[g*nsh*t]

Fired now, Smith J. Brown.

Laugh that off your brisket.

Here, take 'em, Spane.

Climb on that jughead
of yours and ride.

Judge Barko's sure
tough on murderers.

Why, you!

[dramatic music]

Try anymore of your
fancy tricks

and Red Frayne will build
his dam without your help.

No, I can use him.
Come on, get on your horse.

What'd you get this time,
sheriff, another wife-beater?

Toughest hombre I ever pinched.
He k*lled Chip Carter.

Caught him in doing it too.

Good morning, Ms. Ordley.

'Just in time to see
a real k*ller'

'before I lock him up.'

That's a lie, Gorman,
and you know it.

Don't believe a word of it,
ma'am, it's a frame up.

He doesn't look like a k*ller,
Mr. Gorman.

You wouldn't make a mistake,
would you?

I never make a mistake
when it comes to law-breakers.

I wouldn't be
too sure about that.

Say, listen, I don't know
just what your game is--

That's enough out of you, Brown.

Another crack out of you
and I'll fix--

Save it until some other time.
There's a lady present.

You're a Texan,
aren't you, Mr. Brown?

Yes, ma'am,
and proud of it, considering

the type of men you have
here in the Territory.

Shut up, you!

I'll have to be leaving,
Ms. Ordley.

See ya later.

(Tal)
'I'll make you regret this,
Gorman, when I get outta here.'

[Gorman chuckles]
When you do get out!

Yes, when I do get out.

When I get through with you

you'll be lucky
if you ain't wearin'

a wooden box
in a six foot two hole

Smith J. Brown.

Trouble is comin',
talkin' about a coffin

leads to a killin' every time.

My grandpappy talked about

building hisself a coffin
one mornin'

and a Maltese shot him before
he got back up the mountain.

(Gorman)
'Shut up, you!'

You ain't scarin' me
none, mister.

I ain't shuttin' up for no man.

Come inside these bars
and I'll mush you up

like a Willow Creek wildcat

mushes up a skunk.

[laughs]

Oh, I say, the beggar
has a saffron streak. Eh, what?

Yeah, he's as yellow
as they come.

Go on, hop it. Shove off!

Come on.

Yeah, I'm glad
he didn't take me serious.

I was running the whizzer
on him.

Uh, what are you doing here?

Well, they call it m*rder,
but I call it a frame-up.

What are you here for?

Uh, breaking the bank

at the, uh,
Wet Your Neck saloon.

That's if I didn't have all
the filthy money in the place.

[laughs]
Rather, the croupier
called me crooked

silly a*s, and here I am.

(Pewee)
'Can't even breathe around this
place without gettin' pinched.'

Really, why,
if I could afford Smith's

then I could k*ll anyone I like.

He said I'd be safe from
the law in Indian Territory.

Uh, by the way,
you're an Indian, aren't you?

- Hmm.
- Thanks, I thought you were.

Trouble is brewin',
I tell ya.

The varmint's eye
sees everything.

When the varmint's eyes close

somebody gonna die.

If you wanna know somethin'
just look in the varmint's eye.

Well, maybe he can tell me
why the fella

I'm supposed
to have k*lled says

"Wait till Tal Holladay
gets back."

Hey, listen, I'm Tal Holladay.

Does that mean anything
to you fellows?

Does Gorman know
you're Holladay?

No, I told him my name
was Smith J. Brown.

Well, keep it dark then.

You're wanted on the Texas side
of the river

for killin' your own father.

My father, dead?

I've been in Montana
for two years, I didn't--

Makes no difference.

Posters down there say
Tal Holladay's

wanted for the killin'.

By the way,
the Holladay Twisted-T-Ranch

used to be yours, didn't it?

Used to be? Why, it still is.

Well, your father was shot
six months ago.

A fellow by the name of
Jim Cudlow

is runnin' the Twisted-T now.

He claims it's his.

[keys rattling]

Come on, you fellas.
You're goin' to court.

Hurry up!

How you gettin' along
with the dam, Frayne?

Alright, judge, but I'm looking
to you for some more men.

Well, I'll get 'em.

(Gorman)
'We convict six this morning,
Your Honor.'

What's the charges, sheriff?

Spooks Wilkins,
sellin' liquor to the Indians.

Listen, Your Honor,
where I come from

it ain't no sin to run off
a little cold squeezings

and share it
with your neighbors.

You got any liquor
with you right now?

No, sir.

(Barko)
'Five years of hard labor.'

'Next case.'

Pewee Reming..

...caught beatin' his wife
nearly to death.

Well, judge,
I-I never did have a wife.

I was just watchin' a card game
in the Wet Your Neck saloon

when Gorman pinched me.

There ain't enough women in
the Territory to go around now

let alone you beatin' 'em up.

Two years' hard labor.

Next case.

This here's Reggie Manors

the dude that figured he could
cold deck Lou Larkin

in the Wet Your Neck saloon.

Found four aces up his sleeve.

Territory ain't wantin'
tinhorns.

Oh, I say, Mr. Sherlock Holmes

isn't that puttin' it on
a bit thick?

By Jove, he must be up the pole.
Quite barmy, you know?

Huh! So help me, fish and chips.

Two years of hard labor
for the dude tinhorn.

Next case.

Smith J. Brown.

m*rder of Chip Carter.

(Frayne)
'Yeah, I saw him do it myself,
judge.'

Smith J. Brown..

Ten years' hard labor.

'Is that all, sheriff?'

That's all this mornin',
Your Honor.

No, it's not, we demand a fair
trial by a fair jury

and a judge that's not
in cahoots with this outfit.

Why, sheriff..

You dare speak disparaging
of Judge Barko

elected by the citizens
of Red Town?

[instrumental music]

Add two years extra for each
case for contempt of court.

I should k*ll you.

You're more valuable alive
than dead right now.

We'll sweat the starch out
of you in the prison camp.

Take him away.

If I could only get
my grandpappy's squirrel r*fle.

[instrumental music]

[clears throat]

Hurry up there.

Say, you..

What's your real name?

Smith J. Brown, why?

Brown, huh?

I've seen you before,
somewhere.

Ever been in Cut Bank, Texas?

Maybe. I've traveled around
a lot.

Go on, get back to work.

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I say, do you know
that filthy bounder?

Why, I put my brand
on his cheek a few years ago

caught him whippin' a horse.
If he ever finds out who I am..

There's speckles on the sun
today, Tal.

Triple trouble comin'.

I got an ache in my bones
like swamp misery.

Woe is on the way.

Hey, you.
Come on, get up!

I don't tolerate weaklings here!

- Get up, I said!
- Wait a minute, Frayne.

That man's all in.

Oh, you're interfering,
eh, Brown?

Well, I'll take care of you.

[dramatic music]

Get back.

[clamoring]

Get right back.
Get right back to work.

I'll take care of you tonight,
Brown.

In camp.

Now, get back to work.

Grab those shovels
and get back to work.

[indistinct yelling]

- How are you, Mr. Ordley?
- How do you do?

(Frayne)
Thought you'd like to inspect
the dam, huh?

(John)
Yes, we thought we'd
look it over.

'Well, come on over this way.'

Would you care to visit the dam,
Ms. Ordley?

No, I can see
all I want to from here.

Oh, alright.
Right this way, Mr. Ordley.

(John)
'Thank you.'

If you're interested in
that convict, forget it.

- Are you comin' or not?
- No.

I'm gonna try and make
a getaway.

Now's your chance. While they're
inspecting the dam.

[indistinct yelling]

Come on, Gil,
let him have it.

Teach the others a lesson.

[g*nsh*t]

Hold on!

(male #1)
Ms. Ordley's horse got away,
come on.

[clamoring]

[dramatic music]

- Karan, are you alright?
- 'Yes, father.'

- You're not hurt, honey?
- No, I'm alright.

- Many thanks, Mr. Brown.
- I'm grateful to you, son.

Oh, that's alright.

Get off that horse, wise guy.

Forward, march!

'Come on.'

Oh, my. What a beastly day.

If we could get out of here if
I could get me a squirrel r*fle.

Hey, you..

You're Tal Holladay,
of the Twisted-T-Ranch.

I'd know you in a million,
Holladay.

I used to work for you
and your father.

- 'Who are you?'
- 'Slats Dawson.'

(Tal)
'Listen, Slats,
what's it all about?'

- What happened to dad?
- Plenty.

Tell me about it.

It was deliberate m*rder.

I didn't see the shootin'

but I found the body
in the creek

back of the Twisted-T
bunkhouse.

I saw a couple of fellas
hightailin' it away

after the shot.

I ain't sayin' it was Butch
or your Uncle Jim Cudlow

that k*lled your father

but they threatened him
a couple of times.

Why did they threaten him?

I don't know unless it was
on account of the river.

It's common talk, the Ordley's
are damming the river.

You ought to know why.

I'm beginning to see light,
Slats.

The river has a habit
of changing its course.

Why, they're stealin'
my ranch from me

and I'm helpin' them do it.

They shot my dad
to get him out of the way.

Hey, Brown, come on out here.
Frayne's waitin' for you.

- Well, what do you want?
- Plenty.

You're gonna get back
that punch in the jaw

you gave me today.

Gorman here gets first crack
at ya, fella.

He's kinda riled
because that Ordley gal

wants you to break
a horse for her

on the O.K. Ranch.

He's gonna change
your looks a little, handsome.

Yeah. Come on.

Let him have it, Gorman.

[dramatic music]

Come in, Gorman,
give it to him!

Come on, Gorman,
let him have it!

Come on and get up.

You ain't givin' us
no scrap at all.

You dirty Texan.

I'll k*ll you the day
the dam's finished.

Take him back
to the Ordley Ranch

in the morning, Butch.

If he gets tough,
bend your g*n over his head.

That won't be
any trouble at all.

Come on, you. Get in there!

Go on!

[instrumental music]

Well, come on, Butch,
do your stuff.

Yeah, and you remember

you're here to break a horse
and not be funny.

Just watch your step.

I'll be keepin' an eye on you.

Don't worry, if I had my way
I wouldn't even be here.

You don't have to stay,
Mr. Brown.

I thought I was doing you
a favor for what you did for me.

Where's the horse
you want me to gentle?

Over there in the corral.

[instrumental music]

Come on, Brown.
You've got a horse to break.

[dog barking in distance]

- Well, he's hurt.
- Yeah, my ribs are caved in.

Thanks to you Ordley's and your
friends Gorman and Frayne.

- Get goin'!
- Oh, leave him alone, Butch.

Whoa, boy. Easy, easy. Easy!

Easy!

Whoa-h*!

[instrumental music]

Say, if I had his spirit, I..

Just what would you do,
mister?

I'd turn him loose
in the hills.

He doesn't belong
in a two-by-four corral.

I want Sky Rocket
for my own private use.

Now, can he be gentled or not?

Well, his kind can be gentled,
but it won't be

with quirt and spurs,
it may take a week my way

'and I'll need a catch rope
and a gunny sack.'

Hey, Brown, you're supposed
to be breakin' a horse.

I'll be responsible
for Mr. Brown.

You don't have to hound him.

Gorman's orders, Ms. Ordley.
This fellow's dangerous.

I don't think so.

Just let me have full charge
of him for a while.

Well, if that's the way
you want it.

- Thank you, Butch.
- 'Thanks, ma'am.'

(Butch)
'Come on, boys.'

Nice fella.

[instrumental music]

Pretty music, isn't it?

You're beautiful, Karan.
Did anybody ever tell you that?

Don't tell me
you have a way with women

like you have with horses?

- What do you think?
- Well, perhaps.

- I don't know yet.
- Maybe I better demonstrate.

No, I think you're here about
a horse instead of a girl.

- Lovely tune.
- I used to sing in Montana.

- Then sing it for me.
- For you?

♪ When moonlight ♪

♪ Is riding the range ♪

♪ I'm riding alone ♪

♪ But I'm dreaming of you ♪

♪ It seems that I hear you ♪

♪ I feel that
I'm near you ♪

♪ When moonlight ♪

♪ Is riding the range ♪

♪ So ride with me ♪

♪ Out on the range ♪

♪ When deep purple shadows ♪

♪ Are turning to blue ♪

♪ Together we'll wander ♪

♪ To somewhere out yonder ♪

♪ When moonlight ♪

♪ Is riding the range ♪

♪ The prairie is lovely ♪

♪ When day fades away ♪

♪ When you learn to love me ♪

♪ You'll know what I'll say ♪

♪ I want you beside me ♪

♪ With your love to guide me ♪

♪ When moonlight ♪

♪ Is a-riding ♪

♪ The ♪

♪ Range ♪♪

What are you doing here,
Karan?

You have your nerve,
Hub Ordley.

I won't have my sister
hobnobbin'

with a low-down convict.

Get this straight, fella. Don't
try going above your class here.

Go ahead and pull it, Ordley.
It won't do you any good.

You have no right to interfere
with my affairs.

Now, get out, before you start
something you can't finish.

So long, Hub.

I don't understand Hub.

He is my foster brother,
you know?

No blood relation.

So, don't pay any attention
to him.

[laughs]
Don't worry. I won't...yet.

That bronco-snapper
galls me sore.

He fits into my plans
like a glove.

Listen, Gorman and me are fixin'
to take this whole ranch.

You fellas are in with us
too, see?

But first we got to get
old man Ordley out of the way.

And it's going to look like
Smith J. Brown done it.

- How do you figure to do it?
- Easy.

It will take him
at least a week

gentling the mare,
the way he's doing it now.

That'll land him up Saturday.

Ranch payday.

You'll be takin' him back
to the prison camp, Butch.

Well, he'll get away from you,
see?

It'll be about time
old man Ordley's

comin' home from town
with the payroll money.

Well?

Oh, Brown will hold him up.

The old man
will go for his g*n..

...Brown will have to k*ll him.

[instrumental music]

Come on, handsome. You ain't
goin' to no dance tonight.

We're due back at camp.

Now, come on! We're late.

Alright, handsome,
now you can finish up

makin' yourself beautiful.

How'd you make it out, Tal?
Did you learn anything?

I told you that girl
would help us out.

- Has she?
- Well, not exactly that.

But...me gentlin' her horse
got us this.

Take it, Pewee, and hide it.

'You and Wells look like
you ought'

to be able to handle those.

By the time I get finished
gentlin' that horse

I would have g*ns
for all of us.

You're takin' an awful chance

smugglin' g*ns in here to us.

- You could go it alone.
- Ha-ha. Against that outfit?

No, we all got
to stick together.

To the last drop of tea
in the blooming cup, old boy.

Hey, what's goin' on out here?

Come on, hurry up
and finish up

and turn in.
Get goin'! Come on.

Hurry up!

And you too, handsome.
Come on.

Careful, Mr. Brown.

[upbeat music]

Ride him, cowboy!
Take the wild edges off him.

[clattering]

[music continues]

Come on!

I wish I could remember
just who that hombre is.

It won't make any difference
after tomorrow.

He's gonna k*ll
old man Ordley.

And the crowd'll
string him up.

Well, I've been workin' him
for about a week

don't you think you better come
in and get acquainted with him?

- Well, not yet.
- Oh, don't be afraid.

I'm makin' him a one-man horse,
and when I get through with him

he'll kick the daylights
out of anybody

that comes near him,
except us.

Oh, Karan, this has been
a wonderful week.

- Tomorrow and..
- Tomorrow and what?

Well, if anything happens
I just want you to know that..

Well, I'll try
to see you sometimes

and make you understand--

Why? What-what can happen?

Anything. Everything.

I've got to clear myself
of this m*rder charge

and get back
what they took from me.

Tomorrow may be
our last day together.

You said it, bronc buster.
Come on.

Get the saddle off
that fuzztail

and take it
in the bunkhouse.

It's time we was back at camp.

Well, I'll see you tomorrow
and we'll see

how Sky Rocket acts.

[instrumental music]

- What you got there, fellow?
- Some old clothes.

Well, throw 'em away.
You won't need 'em.

- But--
- You heard me!

Oh, let him have them, Butch.

They'll at least make
a pillow for him at camp.

Alright.
Come on, get goin'.

[instrumental music]

Halt!

Tomorrow we'll be
gettin' out of here.

Now, you've all got g*ns,
so keep them hidden.

- Get everything ready. Shh!
- You can depend on me.

Alright, come on.

Hurry up, come on!

[dramatic music]

(Butch)
Tryin' to light out on me, huh?

Well, Sky Rocket shied and I
couldn't hold him. His saddle--

Yeah, you get any ideas
of running out

it'll be just too bad for you.

Oh, put your g*n away.
He won't run out on you.

Hey, what's the meaning of this?

- Back up to that tree.
- I'll get you for this.

Put your hands behind you.

Sorry, I have to be rough,
Ms. Ordley, but you know

what I told you
and your father back there

or your outfit woulda k*lled me
if they'd known

I was Tal Holladay.

Now, it's my turn
to do a little thing

that you Ordley's
have been doing.

You, Tal Holladay?

Yes, are you gonna sit down

while I tie you up
and be peaceable--

I'll do nothing of the kind.

You put a hand on me
and I'll..

You better k*ll me now,
Holladay.

Because the next time we meet,
it'll be my turn.

Yeah, I will when I find out
what you were doing

on the Twisted-T the night
my father was m*rder*d.

Here are the keys
to nurse's handcuffs.

Now, if you squirm hard enough,
you can be loose

in a couple of hours, I'm gonna
take Sky Rocket with me

but I'll leave you a horse
so that you won't

have to walk back into town.

You'll regret this,
Tal Holladay.

[instrumental music]

You fellows follow him
out of town. You know the rest.

[dramatic music]

[instrumental music]

[g*nshots]

[g*nf*re]

[dramatic music]

What's the matter?
What happened, Mr. Ordley?

Looks like a robbery.
They shot me.

I'm mighty grateful
to you, Brown.

Well, you ought to be, because
if I had known it was you

in this trouble, I'd have kept
my nose out of it.

- Why, I-I-I don't get you, lad?
- You don't.

Well, you will when you
get back to the ranch.

Karan will tell you why.

[instrumental music]

[dramatic music]

Alright, get those g*ns out.
I got horses down the river.

Now's our chance.

[bell ringing]

What's the matter?
What happened?

I don't know. Someone hit me
on the head.

Well, they must be
makin' a break.

- Search the yard.
- Come on.

Can't go that way.
Put that table up there.

Try to knock down this wall.

[instrumental music]

Hold it! Good.

[g*nshots]

[g*nshots]

(male #2)
Come on, boys.

[g*nsh*t]

[g*nf*re]

[dramatic music]

[g*nshots]

[g*nf*re]

[music continues]

[instrumental music]

♪ Beyond the open spaces ♪

♪ Out where
a cowhand's place is ♪

♪ Give me my pack ♪

♪ Let me go back ♪

♪ To God's country ♪

♪ That the master
set aside ♪

♪ With green pastures ♪

♪ And an open range to ride ♪

♪ The moon is low
and the mountain's high ♪

♪ In the mighty land
of my birth ♪

♪ When night come 'round
you can touch the sky ♪

♪ How can words describe
its worth ♪

♪ It's God's country ♪

♪ God's country ♪

♪ The master's ranch ♪

♪ On Earth ♪

♪ Where heaven seems
so near you ♪

♪ You call ♪

♪ Up to the open skies ♪

♪ You'll know ♪

♪ There's someone there
to hear you ♪

♪ From far ♪

♪ An echo soon replies ♪

♪ It's God's country ♪

♪ Even trees reach up
in prayer ♪

♪ They're so grateful ♪

♪ They were born
to blossom there ♪

♪ They seem to know ♪

♪ As they proudly grow ♪

♪ That grand country ♪

♪ Is God's country ♪

♪ And my prairie ♪

♪ Home ♪♪

Oh, I say, uh,
creepsy ol' socks.

I think the skipper's in love.

Uh, by the way, uh,
have you ever been in love?

Yes, uh, definitely.

(Pewee)
Hey, Tal!

That sure sounded pretty
out there.

Thanks, Pewee. What did you find
out about the dam?

Well, I've been watchin' for two
weeks, just like you said.

They finished today
and moved the prison camp

but Frayne's still up there with
a dozen men guardin' the dam.

(Tal)
Well, we'll take care
of that dam tomorrow night.

What we need now
is some dynamite.

I saw a box of it at the O.K.
ranch, we'd better get it.

Come on, Spooks.
You better come along with me.

Bring that good luck charm
along with you.

We'll probably need it
if we run into trouble.

- So long, boys.
- So long.

I think I'll go and saddle
my horse.

Right.

Oh, I'm going to have
a lovely evening.

Looks clear,
I think I can make

that tool house
and get the dynamite.

I hear the squeak
of a field mouse.

Grandpappy always said
it was a sign of trouble.

Well, your grandpappy
ain't here now.

[instrumental music]

Wait here.

Stand where you are,
Tal Holladay.

- Well, why don't you sh**t?
- Don't you think I ought to?

You tricked me, Holladay.

You stole my horse
and left me tied up out there.

- And now..
- Now, you're gonna turn me in?

Oh, what difference
does it make?

What difference does it make?

Can't you see it's a matter
of life and death?

If Gorman gets his hands on me
again, he'll k*ll me.

- Can't you see that--
- I see, alright.

You were heard to threaten
my father and Hub.

Now, why shouldn't I send you
to prison?

No reason in the world, Karan.

I figured if I kept
an eye on you, Karan

I'd soon find this galoot.

Drop that box
and stick out your hands.

Yeah, I'll drop it,
but it's full of expl*sives.

- Wait a minute.
- Drop your g*n. You too.

I'm sorry to disappoint you,
Ms. Ordley

but I'm not going back
to prison tonight.

Now, you go on up to the house,
incase Gorman changes his mind.

You get goin' over that way,
one false move, and well..

This box'll make a lotta noise

but I'd just as soon
go up with it

'as go back to your
rotten prison camp.'

Come on, Spook,
we're gettin' outta here.

- With the sheriff?
- No, just as far as the horses.

- Then we'll leave him.
- Ooh, be careful with that box.

That'll be far enough, Gorman.

Well, what do you want me to do?

Oh, just stand there
and count 500

until you get ready
to make a holler.

Well, so long,
we'll be seein' you again soon.

[instrumental music]

(Butch)
What's the matter, what's up?

You idiots must've been
sleepin'.

Tal Holladay was just here.

Get your horses!

- Who? Holladay?
- Tal Holladay.

- What was he doin' here?
- I don't know.

He was in the tool house
carryin' out some dynamite.

That means only one thing,
he's gonna blow up the dam.

- We gotta stop him.
- Come on!

[dramatic music]

(Butch)
That galoot's as slippery
as an eel.

Got clean away, again.

Look, he's got dynamite,
you go to the dam

and tell Frayne
to double the guard.

Right.

(Gorman)
Come on, fellas.

[harmonica music]

[horse trotting]

(Pewee)
Why, it's Tal.

- Hi, fellas.
- Hello, Tal.

Any luck, old bean?

Listen, I've got to blast that
dam and make a channel so deep

'that water'll never come
into my land again.'

Well, that's gonna be
a tough job, men.

I just got back from the dam,
Frayne's tripled the guard

so even a snake
couldn't get through it.

Who are you
and where did you come from?

[chuckles]
Why, just call me Chris.

You fellas left a trail up here
a blind man could follow.

Say, do you need
an extra g*n hand?

- Who sent you?
- Karan Ordley.

- She wants to help you.
- Karan?

Why, her bunch got us
into this mess.

She said she owed it to you
for what you did for her dad.

I've heard your side
of the story.

I'd like to tag along with you.

He looks alright. Looks like
he might be a fast g*n hand.

And we need all the help we can
get around here, Tal.

Alright, Chris. Pick out a spot
and go over and sit down.

Now, remember,
if there's any funny business

well, there'll be trouble.

Alright, big boy.

[chuckles]
You fellas don't
have to worry about me.

Say, it's about time you did
something about the dam.

I don't see how though, the
guards are thicker than flies.

Ah, don't worry,
I'll get to it somehow.

- Well, you'd better do it soon.
- Why?

I heard Hub Ordley's
bringing John Logan

the Secretary of the Interior
in to establish the boundary

between Texas and the Territory.

Now that the dam is done
and the river's

flowin' across your land..

You know what Logan will do?

Sure, he'll make
the river the boundary

and throw the strip
in the favor of the Ordley's.

Secretary's in Red Town today.

There's gonna be a big
celebration down at the dam.

Hub Ordley's plan
is ace in the hole.

Well, then there's only
one thing for me to do.

I'm ridin' into town
and see Logan

and lay my cards on the table.

- It's my only chance.
- Don't go, Tal.

Look, the varmint's eye
is winkin'.

The devil is laughin'
and somebody gonna die.

Ah, don't worry about me,
Spooks. I'll be alright.

You just stay here and keep your
eye on the camp till I get back.

It ain't right for you
to be meetin' double trouble.

I'm ridin' with you

if I can get my hands
on a squirrel r*fle, look out!

By Jove, I'm going too.

Let's all go and give them
a bashing about.

- Yeah, let's all go.
- Ah, thanks, boys.

What are you gonna do?

Think I'll go too.

[instrumental music]

Say, do you see what I see?

- Tal Holladay.
- Yeah.

Well..

I wanna see Mr. Logan.

You'll find Mr. Logan upstairs.

Come home to roost,
eh, Holladay?

Now, you'll get a welcome.

This town's waitin'
to string you up on sight.

- Drop that g*n down and fast.
- Hurry up.

[indistinct chatter]

The Texas k*ller, folks.
Tal Holladay.

Just in time to make
the celebratin' interesting.

Yeah, get me a rope
and we'll string him up.

[indistinct yelling]

- What are they doing?
- They're gonna hang Holladay.

[instrumental music]

Come on, let's give him
a necktie party.

He's the one that k*lled
Chip Carter!

[clamoring]

I want to do this, boys.
It ain't just accordin' to law.

How'll it feel swinging up
there, Holladay?

You'll find out someday, Butch.

What's goin' on here, Gorman,
what you tryin' to do?

Now, don't try to interfere,
Ordley, the crowd's pretty ugly.

And they might hurt you too.

You keep out of this, dad.

Holladay's got this
comin' to him.

No, he hasn't. Maybe some of
the rest of you, but not him.

(Gorman)
'k*lled Chip Carter.
He tried to k*ll you too.'

- 'Now, didn't he?'
- No.

It was Tal Holladay
that drove 'em off.

He didn't sh**t me and I don't
think he shot Chip neither.

Throw Ordley out,
go on with the hangin'.

[clamoring]

[g*nsh*t]

Back up!

(Reggie)
That's right, gentlemen.
Give over.

Keep your arms suspended
or as they say

in America,
"I'll plug you, sure enough."

Now, if any of you take it
into your head to follow us

or even take a shot at us, don't
forget that rifleman up there.

He's got his eyes peeled.

You mean you're gonna leave here
without gettin' Gorman

and the rest of this bunch?

Eh, that'll come later.
Come on, boys.

[instrumental music]

Ms. Ordley, I wanna thank you
and your father

for trying to stop that mob.

Be careful!

[instrumental music]

[dramatic music]

- Tal.
- Well, Cudlow.

You k*lled my father
so you could steal this ranch.

They made me do it.
Hub Ordley and Gorman.

They made me and Butch do it.
They'd k*ll me.

Butch, it was Butch.
He did it!

I'll give you a chance.
Back up and draw.

Listen, Tal.

You can't sh**t me down
like this.

It's not fair.

[g*nsh*t]

[instrumental music]

(Pewee)
It's a mighty big crowd
over there, Tal.

Yes, now listen, Pewee.

If I can't get anywhere
with Logan

your cue to set the dynamite off
will be a shot from me.

Come on, boys.

[crowd applauding]

Ladies and gentlemen, on behalf
of the United States of America

I congratulate you
on this memorable occasion.

[applause]

And, now, my friends

it gives me pleasure
to establish for all time

the boundary line
between the Indian Territory

and your proud neighbor, Texas.

[applause]

In the future,
there will be no disputes

between the two domains.

Now, first, I want to thank
that public-spirited citizen

Mr. Hubbard Ordley.

That's him!

[crowd cheering]

Hey, what are you doin'
down there?

Shut up or I'll blow you
to kingdom come.

[screaming]
Hey! Run!
He's blowing up the dam!

[all screaming]

[instrumental music]

- What's the meaning of this?
- It's Holladay.

- He's gonna blow up the dam.
- Why? What's his reason?

No reason, except he wants
that strip of land for himself.

He's an outlaw. He k*lled
Chip Carter and a lot of others

and we gotta put a stop to this!

(Tal)
'I'm afraid it's too late.'

Wait a minute!
Don't pull that g*n.

Make one move to sh**t me
and up goes your dam.

Now, Mr. Secretary, maybe we can
talk this thing over peacefully.

Well, from all I can gather
your name is Tal Holladay.

That's right, sir. Tal Holladay
of the Twisted-T-Ranch in Texas.

I'm ready to hear
what you have to say.

But I'm warning you, I've heard
some bad things about you.

Well, Mr. Secretary,
these men here are using you

and the United States Government
to rob me of my ranch

and to rob Texas
of this strip of land.

I don't understand.
How could they do that?

By simply building this dam

and changing the course
of the river.

Don't listen to him, Mr. Logan.

He's wanted on both sides
of the river for m*rder.

Yeah, he k*lled his own father.

Yeah, that's right.

We've seen him k*ll Chip Carter

after he'd already
shot Custer Holladay

so that he can
inherit the ranch!

I had him in prison camp,
but he escaped, he and his pals.

And then they all
turned outlaws.

It won't do you any good.

Jim Cudlow's confessed
to everything.

Mr. Secretary, these men
are trying to blame me

for exactly the same things
that they have done themselves.

Your public-spirited citizen,
Hubbard Ordley over there

is responsible
for the whole thing.

'First, he had my father k*lled
while I was away in Montana.'

'Then he had this dam built
with the help of innocent men'

'whom he framed so he wouldn't
have to pay for their labor.'

Alright, Mr. Madden.
Just what did you learn?

Who is he?
I don't know.

Mr. Madden's the new
United States Marshal.

I asked him to investigate
this thing and help establish

some real law
here in the Indian Territory.

Mr. Logan, I've been riding
with Tal Holladay here

for several days

and I'm ready to swear
in open court

that everything he's told you
is the truth.

My first official act
out here

is to place you men
under arrest.

From now on, Hub, you don't bear
the name of Ordley.

Alright, men, drop those g*ns
and make it fast.

Just a minute, fella.
Keep 'em on.

You try droppin' yours,
Mr. Marshal.

Drop it! Get your hands
up. All of you.

Get those g*ns.
Both of them.

[instrumental music]

I'd advise you and your men
to surrender peacefully.

Boys, we're safe
just across that river.

Let's go.

(Tal)
You'll be in Texas
if that dam goes up.

[g*nsh*t]

Wait a minute, that's his cue

to blow up the dam!

[dramatic music]

Look out, boys!

- 'Come on. This way.'
- 'Here.'

[expl*si*n]

[water gushing]

[intense music]

Well, I guess that just about
settles everything.

Mr. Secretary,
that'll send the Red River

back in its own channel
where it belongs

and leave my ranch
on the side of Texas.

I guess you can establish
the boundary for all time.

[chuckles]

[instrumental music]

You know, Karan,
if you could cook

I could use you
on the Twisted-T.

♪ My prairie's lovely ♪

♪ When day fades away ♪

♪ When you'll learn to love me ♪

♪ You'll know that I'll say ♪

♪ I need you beside me ♪

♪ With your love to guide me ♪

♪ When moonlight ♪

♪ Is riding ♪

♪ The range ♪♪

[instrumental music]