Stars Over Texas (1946)

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* happy to be ridin'

* under stars over Texas

* where the range

* runs beyond the purple hills

* there's a lone star

that's shinin' *

* o'er the glory of Texas

* from the red river

* to the rio grande

* where the cool,

clear water's still *

* well, the man says Texas

* is more than a place

* it's the clasp

of a friendly hand *

* but if you

put a price on friendship *

* you won't understand

* why I'm proud to be ridin'

* under stars over Texas

* where the range

* fades into the distant hills

* there's a million stars

a-shinin' *

* on my loved one in Texas

* but I'll meet her

by the rio grande *

* where the cool,

clear water's still **

let's have

a cold drink.

Good idea.

Not me--

water rots my stomach.

Say, Eddie, where'd you

learn to sing?

Oh, I don't know,

just picked it up somewhere.

With my looks and his voice,

I'd have all

the girls in Texas

waving at me.

Yeah, you sure would--

like this.

No, like this, soapy.

Hey, Eddie,

there goes a calf

down in-down in-down--

in the ditch.

And little calves can't

get out of the ditch

by itself.

Little calves make good eatin'

for mountain lions.

I'll get him.

You boys

stay with the herd.

( Moo )

Go on, baby, up! Up!

Come on! Git up!

Come on!

Come on,

get up there!

Oh, boy.

Come on, boy

he's all in.

And so are you.

Yeah.

I brought his mother over

so she could see how we

took care of her baby.

Good old soapy--always in

the deal for the ace play.

No, it's just

his mother instinct.

Instinct is right--

with the accent

on the last syllable.

Ha ha--

ha ha!

We've got to get moving

if we expect to close the deal

on the herd

at the bar-l ranch.

There they are.

The one with his hat off

is Hank Lawrence.

The other one's his foreman,

Burt Ford.

That's the one we want.

We're in luck--

we won't have to go

all the way to bar-l ranch

to get our man.

After 'em!

Let's head for town!

They've gotten away--

we'll never catch 'em now.

Think they got

a good look at US?

No, not the way

they were makin' tracks.

Let's split up

and get back into town.

( Cattle mooing )

Cowboys:

Heeyah! Heeyah!

Hey, ace.

You and the boys will be

needed by Mr. Lawrence

to look after the stock,

so you'll stay here

at the bar-l.

Your bunk's just in back

of the ranch.

Thanks, Eddie.

So long, boys.

You and soapy

get on into El Paso

and find US a place

to bed down before dark.

I'll stay here

and close the deal

on our stock

and meet you at

the Spanish kitchen.

Oh, boy.

I haven't had any

Spanish cooking

in a long time.

Hey, waco--

you may know your gals,

but I sure know

my Spanish d-d-d-dishes.

I know some

pretty good

Spanish dishes myself.

Now, let's see,

there was Maria, Rosa,

and, um...

Braggin' again, huh?

Why not?

Come on fellas,

break it up,

get goin'.

Hey, open up in there,

you old hoss fly.

Come on,

you old cow thief--open up!

Whom do you

wish to see?

I'm Eddie Dean.

I just drove that herd

of cattle down

for Mr. Lawrence--

where is he,

doesn't he live here anymore?

He lives here,

but he's not in right now.

I'm Hank Lawrence's sister.

But I've been expecting you.

I'm going to handle

the transaction on the deal.

That's good enough for me.

I have my bill of sale

right here.

But first, I'd like to

take a look at the stock,

if you don't mind.

Certainly not.

I didn't know Hank

had a sister.

Well, I've been

away at school,

only coming home

for the summers.

But since mom and dad

passed away,

I decided I'd better stay here

and help Hank run the ranch.

You, uh, were studying

home care, I suppose.

No, high finance.

Oh, uh, here's your

bill of sale for the cattle.

I hope I didn't make

any mistakes on the figures.

No, you didn't.

Well, here's your check.

Thanks.

Oh, miss Lawrence.

Has Hank figured out

why the cattle thieves

have selected only

his ranch to raid?

No...

It's still as much

of a mystery as ever.

Since he's had Burt Ford

as foreman,

whoever it is has been

taking potshots at him.

Sounds kinda bad.

I'll say.

We've given Mr. Ford a free hand

in running everything,

and he was doing so well

until lately.

But it's getting

so dangerous,

he dare not be

on the range alone.

I'd like to have

a talk with him--

can you tell me

where I can find him?

He and my brother went down

on the lower range,

but I think they might be

going into town tonight.

Perhaps you could find them

at the Spanish kitchen.

Thanks.

Well, I hope nothing happens

to Burt...

I mean, Mr. Ford.

I, uh, see what you mean.

According to my contract

with the government,

I'm behind schedule

delivering my cattle.

Yeah, that last herd

that disappeared on you

put you in a tough spot.

I'll say it did.

I stand to lost the contract.

With no sheriff in this town,

who can we report this to?

Nobody--you know this town

as well as I do,

you know it's wide open.

I have a mind to

take the bull by the horns

and handle this myself.

Can't afford to

take the chance,

if you get k*lled,

it'll be too late

for them to prove anything.

I hadn't thought of that.

No more.

I got here as quick as I could,

and boy, am I hungry.

What are you gonna have?

Maybe a little of

what they got--looks good.

It is good, too.

Well, partners,

looks like

we've got more on our hands

than we bargained for.

Yeah, how come?

We're not only looking

for cattle thieves now,

we're looking

for K*llers.

Uh-oh.

If they find out

that you're investigating

for the cattlemen's

association,

you'll be the person

that they'll k-k-k-k-

knock off.

If you'll oblige me

by keeping your big mouth

full of chili instead of

words of wisdom.

Ha ha!

What's the matter, Eddie?

You look sick.

I was sick for a second.

What's the matter with me?

Am I seeing double?

Look.

Hey, am I feeding

the wrong face?

I never saw two faces

look so much alike

in my life!

Burt, there's

Eddie Dean over there.

I guess he delivered

that new batch of cattle.

Hi, Eddie.

It's Hank Lawrence.

Come on.

Hello, you old

horse thief.

I got something

I want to talk to you about.

Sure. That's Burt Ford,

my foreman.

Hello, Burt.

Glad to meet you.

This is soapy Jones,

and waco Harper.

I can't get over

how much we look alike.

Yeah, neither can I.

Well, they say everybody's got

a perfect double.

I guess this is one time

they just happened to meet up.

What's on your mind, Eddie?

I heard about the trouble

you've been having.

Seeing these two together

gave me a great idea.

Let's have it.

With waco just

arriving in town,

no one else but US realizes

their close resemblance.

That's right...

I'm beginning to see the light.

We'll have waco

pose as my foreman, Burt.

Wait a minute!

Don't I have anything

to say about this?

Let me see if i'm

getting this straight.

You want me to take his place

as foreman of his ranch

and be him?

You catch on pretty fast.

I can't understand why.

He's the one

somebody's trying to k*ll.

Oh, I knew there was

a reason in it--nothin' doin'.

Whew, I'm sure glad

I don't look like him.

Come on, waco,

as a special favor for me.

Unh-unh. Not as a special favor

for my own mother.

You still want to learn

the cattle business, don't you?

Not now.

Then you'd better

get riding.

I'm gonna stick around town

and I don't want

this case complicated.

You'll be well-rewarded.

The ranch will be

at your disposal.

You'll live like a king

for as long as the job last.

All right, fellas,

I'll do it.

But mind you,

it ain't the money that's in it.

Fine.

Well, knuckles,

mugsy tells me

you missed again.

I'm sorry, boss,

Ford seems to have

a charmed life.

You've certainly delayed things.

You're supposed to be

good with your g*ns,

but with all the help

you've given me,

I'd be just as well off

if you were back in the pen.

With Ford around,

I don't dare touch

another head of cattle

on the bar-l ranch.

There was many a head

in the last bunch we got you.

Yes, I know,

but he's already got

a new herd moving in

to replace it.

We've gotta work fast.

If Lawrence loses

his contract,

with the stock that

I've got in hand,

we stand next in line for it.

But our hands are tied

unless we get rid of Ford.

If he'd sh**t it out with US,

I could get him,

but we always

high-tails it.

He's yellow, all right,

or else he'd blab

all he knows about US.

That's why we've got to

stop him before he does.

( Knocking )

Come in.

One of the boys

just seen Burt Ford

eating over at

the Spanish kitchen.

So, he finally

ventured into town.

Knuckles, here's that chance

to prove your reputation.

I won't miss

this time, Ringo.

Come on.

I feel pretty duded up.

Mr. Ford sure got

mighty fine taste.

You shoulda seen him

dressed up in your clothes.

He sure looked trampy.

Ford went out

the back way.

He's gonna stay hid out

at ma tompkin's place.

Remember,

you're Burt Ford,

understand?

Yeah, but his boots

are a little snug,

they kinda hurt.

( Screaming )

Why, you dirty skunk!

You're wasting your time

going out there--

it's a cinch whoever it is,

they've gotten away.

The man we're after

are more clever than you think.

Let's give 'em a little time,

they'll show their hand.

In view of

what happened here,

I don't think

it's a good idea

for US to go back

to the ranch tonight.

We can stay at

the oasis hotel.

Good.

Well, well,

look what just

blew into town.

Old pots and pans himself.

Ha ha!

Hello, pots and pans.

Say, step right up,

I got everything

from imported shaving mugs

to firecrackers.

Yes, sir.

Ha ha ha!

You just have

your fun, fellas,

that'll cost ya,

that's all.

Oh, sure

just put it on our bill.

Let's see how you

look in this, mugsy.

That oughta just fit you.

Ha ha ha!

Let's see ya!

Gentlemen, please,

that was my very best wig.

That's gonna make

some bald head

very happy.

But it makes me

very happy to

see it on mugsy.

Mugsy, you don't know

how good you look in that.

Ha ha ha!

That's my most

expensive wig!

What's this thing?

That's rare, rare China,

very rare China.

Oh, now,

ain't that too bad?

Eddie:

That's something

you're going to

have to pay for.

How much does he owe you,

including that?

That's $40 for the wig,

$15 for the China piece--

$55 in all.

Oh, and twenty-five cents

for the balloon,

they popped that, too.

Pay up.

I don't know who you are,

but you're askin' for trouble.

Waco:

Hold it.

Get their g*ns, soapy.

That fight's between those two--

I'm keeping it that way.

Thanks, partner.

Would you like to make

a little bet on the side?

How much did you say

they owed you?

$55.25. That vase

was real China.

You heard what

the man said.

That's something

I never could stand for--

someone destroying something

that doesn't belong to 'em.

Come on, let's get out

to the ranch.

Gee, I wonder

who that fella is,

he's plenty tough.

Yeah.

If Ringo thinks

Burt Ford is yella,

he must be color-blind.

Soapy:

He, you fellas.

If you want your g*ns,

you'll have to fish for 'em.

Hey, wait a minute.

You didn't give me

my twenty-five cents.

Oh, shut up.

Waco, you've been

all over the property now.

In case anyone asks you,

you were born in Dallas

and have been ranching

most of your life.

In the last five years,

you've put at least

five ranches back on their feet.

You've got to feel important

and look important.

Now why don't you

ask him something he can do?

There's only one thing

we got to worry about.

Don't get too close

to miss Lawrence,

Hank's sister.

And she's the only one

that might get suspicious.

Oh, women.

Oh, I can handle any of 'em,

don't worry about that.

Yeah, that's

what bothers me.

And remember your name

is Burt and not waco.

You've got to look

this place over

and try and get

familiar with things.

You'll sleep in the back bedroom

in the main ranch house.

Come on, Eddie, soapy,

I'll show you the bunkhouse

where you'll sleep.

Unh!

Whew!

Burt!

You old darling,

where have you been?

I've been so

worried about you.

I guess I was in town.

Well, don't you know?

Why, why, yes,

I was in town.

What have I got to do

to get you to kiss me,

hit you over the head?

After all, we're

practically engaged,

aren't we?

Why, why sure--

sure we are.

Don't you think I'd better

put my boots on first?

Why, Burt Ford!

You weren't trying

to sneak in here, were you?

Oh, no, it isn't that,

I just don't feel right

kissing a girl

without my boots on.

Have you been drinking?

Oh, no, no, i--

I just don't feel well.

I know just the thing

for that.

Yeah, what?

I'm going to fix you

a nice big dose of castor oil.

( Coughs )

So you're the man

who really knows women.

Shut up, will ya?

Where's the bunkhouse--

I'm stayin' with you fellas.

Follow me.

I'm sleepin' over there.

And don't ask him why

he don't like the ranch house.

Well, suit yourself--

Burt.

Now that you men

are staying here,

the g*ng's planning

a little get-together

for you tonight.

Fine, we'll be there.

That's for me!

I haven't b-b-b-b-bumped hips

in a long time.

Yee hoo!

( All chatting )

I tell ya, Texas is not

the biggest state.

When Texas was

admitted to the union,

they made the rio grande

the border line, didn't they?

Right.

Will it takes 15 days

to get across Texas

to the rio grande, don't it?

And it takes 15 days

to get to Texas, don't it?

Well, that makes Texas

just one half as big

as the whole United States.

Wait a minute, soapy.

I agree with you,

Texas is a big state,

but it's not

quite that big.

You see, I looked it up once.

Yeah?

Yeah, I wrote

a song about it.

Sho' nuff?

Um-hmm.

How did it go?

Put down those cups, boys,

and let's tell him.

( Playing uptempo tune )

* there are fifteen hundred

and one miles of heaven *

* up and down

and across Texas land *

* just north of the rio grande

* where you always

get a welcome hand *

* south of Oklahoma,

west of Louisiana *

* east of beautiful

new Mexico *

* seven hundred thirty-seven

* and seven sixty-four

* add these miles together

* than you won't need any more

* for there's fifteen hundred

and one miles of heaven *

* up and down

and across Texas land *

( fiddle solo )

( Accordion solo )

( Guitar solo )

* there are fifteen hundred

and one miles of heaven *

* where the soft

prairie breezes blow *

* and the cool,

clear water's low *

* by the fields

where the white cotton grows *

* where the stars

shine brighter *

* and your burdens are lighter

* at the end

of a long, long day *

* seven hundred thirty-seven

* and seven sixty-four

* gonna close

the gate behind me *

* 'cause my roamin' days

are o'er *

* for there's fifteen hundred

and one miles of heaven *

* up and down

and across Texas land **

You know, this is some of

the best grazin' land

in the country,

and I can understand

why somebody'd like to

take it over,

and why they'd

like to steal the cattle.

But for the life of me,

I can't understand

why they're so dead set

on gettin' rid of

that foreman.

Far as I can see,

the cattleman's association

hired you to

track down stolen cattle.

Ain't nobody hiring you

to track down K*llers.

Why don't you

stick to your first job?

I think they both lead up

the same road.

How do you figure that?

Whoever stole the last herd

from this ranch

is the same person

or persons who are

trying to k*ll Burt Ford.

Why? I don't get it.

Probably because

he knows something.

I'm glad it's him

that knows something

instead of me.

This is one time

that it pays to be dumb.

Ha ha!

I'm gonna ride over

on the south range,

see what I can find out.

If I'm gone more than

an hour, start lookin'.

Meantime, watch over waco

and see that he doesn't

say the wrong thing.

See that he

doesn't say the wrong thing?

Who's gonna watch me

to see that I don't

say the wrong thing?

You're gettin' smarter

every day, soapy.

Good luck.

Knuckles:

I knew we'd run into

one of 'em if we

waited long enough.

That's the hombre

that gave you

that workin' over.

Here's where

he gets paid back.

There he is now!

I think you got him.

Hello, flash,

what are you doing here?

( Whistles )

( Whistles )

Hey, Eddie,

what are you

doing down there?

I guarantee I wasn't down there

because I needed a bath.

This is a funny place

to jump off of.

Sometimes a dangerous jump

leads a man to safety.

Yeah.

Especially if he's

running away from rattlesnakes.

What happened?

Some fellas

took a shot at me.

Let's get to our horses.

Did you get

a good look at 'em?

No, they were

too far away.

Yeah?

One of 'em

was wearin' silver spurs.

Well, how do you like that?

We better report this

to Ringo.

( Knocking )

Is that you, ma tompkins?

Man:

No, it's me, Patrick.

Open up.

What for?

I've got somethin'

I want to show you.

You won't be sorry.

Could I interest you in some

rare imported knick-knacks?

Oh, it's you.

I'm might glad

to see you again.

Again?

Have we met before?

Don't you remember?

I'm the one

you and your pals

made them rowdies

pay off to the other day.

Rowdies?

Oh--oh, yes.

Think nothing of it.

Well, that's a favor

I'll never forget.

If you hadn't showed up,

no tellin' what

they would have done.

They was plenty tough, too.

Just to show my appreciation,

I got a nice present for you.

Please, Mr. Tucker--

some other time.

There's on time

like the present.

What in the world

are you doing

with all that stuff?

Well, I'm salesman,

and this is some of my wares.

Here it is, yes.

A nice solid silver

belt buckle--

do ya like it?

Oh, yes.

That's nice-looking.

It's all yours, too.

Oh, no, that's

too much for me.

Nothin's too much for you,

not after what you done for me.

All right, if you insist,

but I don't feel quite right

in taking it.

Oh, I see you have

a firecracker, too.

Oh, yes, I wouldn't be

without my firecracker line.

You never can tell

when I'm going to

run into a celebration

or a wedding

or an election

or even a revolution.

This is one commodity I don't

have any trouble sellin'.

You take this here big one--

it's dynamite--

let me show you.

I wish you wouldn't

have done that.

Well, it didn't

go off, anyway.

Whew.

( Loud expl*si*n )

Burt, this is two horn,

Hank just hired him.

This is Burt Ford,

our foreman.

Howdy.

Glad to know you.

We can always use

a good hand around here.

You can make yourself

at home over in

the bunkhouse, two horn.

Yes, ma'am.

Well, I better get busy,

I've got two more saddles

to put into shape.

Oh, Burt, you're

acting so strangely.

As though you're

trying to avoid me.

Is there anything wrong?

Oh, no, nothing.

But I've got a confession

to make to you.

What?

Excuse me, I've got to see soapy

about something important.

So you're the one

that's so bright with women.

Why, you're scared stiff.

A fool as ugly as I am,

I could do better myself.

You're all talk

and no gumption.

You would have spilled

the whole bag of beans

if I hadn't caught you.

Look, soapy, I don't mind

being shot at,

I don't mind being walked on

or bawled out

or even bein' razzed by you.

But when I went

into this deal,

I didn't take on

no deal of lovemakin'.

And, well, I have to

admit to you on the quiet

that I ain't as much

with the ladies

as I told you I was.

Do you know

what a wolf is?

Uh-huh.

Well, you're a sheep.

And in sheep's clothing, too.

Well, looks like I'm going to

have to let you in on a secret.

Is it about Burt?

Yes, it is.

Don't worry,

I know all about it.

He isn't Burt.

But where is Burt Ford?

I'm worried about him.

I can't tell anyone

where he is right now,

not even you.

That's the only way

we can keep him safe.

Just trust me,

and please, don't let

this Burt know

that you know that

he isn't your first Burt.

Don't worry,

that would spoil my fun.

This Burt has

a way with him.

Will you never settle down

to just one Beau?

Oh, I will--

when the right one comes along.

I think this belongs to you.

Yeah, that's off

of my spurs.

Then that makes you

one of the hombres

that tried to

get me on the hill,

and that makes you

owe me an explanation.

Stay where you are,

unless you want to be

filled full of lead.

All right,

bright eyes,

who's head of

your rotten outfit?

So you won't talk, eh?

I know of a nice quiet jail

built for people

just like you.

They got two horn--

he's in jail.

But how could

that happen?

That stranger

who rode into town

and picked on knuckles

has taken over the jail.

He told the jailer

as long as there's no law here

he's take charge until

the circuit judge arrives.

Oh, he did?

I don't suppose he knows

that I run this town.

I don't think so, boss.

Well, seeing as

he's going to wait

until the judge arrives,

he's given me

a few ideas.

Yeah?

Yeah, we'll send for

our own judge immediately.

Let me see,

old diamond Smith

oughta make a good judge.

Send one of the boys

for him right away.

And just before

he's due to arrive,

we'll run a few of my cattle

into the bar-l's corral,

and let the law

take care of the rest.

* on the sands of

the old rio grande *

* where I stroll

with my love *

* hand in hand

* 'neath the cottonwood tree

* where she whispers to me

* little words that

are still in my memory *

* as I sit by

the old rio grande *

* I write her dear name

in the sand *

* and I pray

while on your way *

* you'll bring her back

some day *

* to the sands of

the old rio grande *

* dear old river

* I know you're my friend

* on you, and you alone

* I depend

* to carry my plea

* on your way to the sea

* when she hears I'm alone

* she will come back to me

* and I'll hold her

in my arms *

* once again

* where we'll plan

our little home *

* on the sand

* in the moon's

soft, silvery light *

* we'll stroll here

every night *

* on the sands on

the old rio grande **

You were so quiet,

I didn't hear you come up.

I didn't want you

to stop singing.

Stop singing?

Outside of flash,

I didn't think

anyone liked my singing.

Hank told me

I'd find you here.

I heard you had

a little trouble.

Oh, it wasn't much,

but I think it'll

help US work things out.

Whoever it is

isn't satisfied

with trying to k*ll Burt

and steal all our cattle,

now they're after anyone

who tries to help US.

Yes, seems that way.

It's certainly nice of

you and your friends

to fight for people

that mean nothing to you.

I wouldn't say

exactly that.

Hank told me

where Burt was hiding out.

You think it would be save

for me to go see him?

No, you stay away from there.

Well, if you see him,

would you tell him that i--

yeah, sure, Terry--

I understand.

I'll tell him.

( Cattle mooing )

We better high-tail it

back to the hideout.

Judge Smith's posse'll be

waiting for US there.

Come on, judge,

we'll show you where

we've hidden the cattle

so they won't have a chance

to get rid of 'em

before you've made

your arrests.

Hank Lawrence?

That's me.

I'm the new circuit judge,

and I'm placin' you

under arrest.

But what for?

Stealin' cattle.

Eddie:

I'm sure glad

you arrived, judge, i--

and I'm arrestin'

everybody else on this ranch

as his accomplices.

What's your proof?

I just saw with my own eyes

some cattle

with Ringo Evans' brand

of the cross-e on 'em

in Lawrence's south corral.

That's enough for me.

I'm heading for town

to get Burt--

maybe he can explain things

to the judge.

Good.

Get that girl

and bring her back.

Disarm these men.

We'll see that

they get a quick trial.

I guess you men

know the penalty

for stealing cattle.

Hold on there, judge.

We're not paying the penalty

for something we didn't do,

without a chance

to explain.

Keep me covered

till I get out of sight.

With pleasure.

And I'm going

with him--nyeah!

( Fires g*n )

( Knocking )

Terry:

Burt! Let me in, quick!

Is something wrong?

I'll say.

The circuit judge

has just arrested

Eddie and Hank

and the fellow

that's posing as you.

He said that they stole

come of Ringo's cattle!

So Ringo's still

up to his dirty work, huh?

And there's going to be

some hangings

if you don't

tell what you know.

That wouldn't do any good--

I don't have any proof.

But don't worry--

we'll figure something out.

If you're looking for two horn,

you can stop here.

Where is he?

Mr. Evans and that new judge

came in and released him.

Much obliged.

We're in luck.

How do you figure that?

Nobody home.

Eddie said to

keep 'em covered

till he got out of sight.

We're doin'

better than that--

we're keepin' 'em covered

till he gets back.

That's a good idea,

seein' as how it's

either our necks or theirs.

It appears the judge

has run into a little snag.

Yeah.

Drop those g*ns.

Your arrival is

very timely, Mr. Evans.

Now there's more charges

against you--

resisting arrest

and menacing

a government representative

for his very life.

Wait a minute, judge,

he don't mean nothin',

he's an impostor--

two horn told me

all about it.

Mugsy, keep these men covered

until we get back.

Ford's the man we want,

and he's somewhere in town.

Judge, you and your men

come with me.

Take a look at this.

Yeah.

Did you ever see

a branding iron

like this before?

Funniest-looking brand

I ever saw.

Let's see...

Looks like Chinese to me.

Yeah.

Now, the bar-l is

the known brand

of the Lawrence's.

And the cross-e is

the known brand

of Ringo Evans.

I wonder what this brand

has to do with.

Say, that's perfect.

Yeah. Maybe this'll

help influence the judge.

Let's get over

to Burt Ford--

he'll be interested

in this, too.

What did Ringo ever have on you

that you couldn't expose him?

I ran into him one night

with a band of stolen cattle.

He warned me

if I ever told anyone,

he'd get even

with you and Hank,

steal all your stock

and eventually take

all your government contracts.

To protect you,

I've been trying to get proof,

so that when he did speak,

I'd have something

to back me up.

You see, without proof

it'd be his word against mine,

and you know

how powerful he is.

( Knocking )

Eddie:

Burt, it's Eddie,

let me in.

Here's something interesting

I found over in Evans' office.

It's evidence that

he's responsible

for the missing stock.

He's stealing the cattle

and changing Lawrence's brand

over to his own.

That's all the evidence

we need.

Soapy:

Some men's been

watching this place.

Evidently hirelings

of Ringo Evans.

We'll stay under cover here

till that judge arrives.

With our evidence,

he and his men

haven't got a chance.

Well, you won't

have to wait long.

Terry:

There's sure

plenty of 'em.

I don't see the judge.

It isn't judge Crawford,

it's a new one.

He's the one

over there with Evans.

He isn't any more a judge

than I am.

You're being kidded--

that's diamond Smith.

His reputation goes

all the way back

to Chicago.

All right, Ford,

you and the others have

three minutes

to come out

with your hands up.

I'll give you a little while

to show your hand, Evans.

But it ought to be

a matter of hours

before you're behind bars.

Call of your men

and give up peaceably.

They're askin' for it.

Burt, cover the back door.

I'll go with him.

Fine.

There's too many of 'em,

and we're short

on ammunition.

Make every shot count.

Good, I never hit anything.

What's all

the sh**ting about?

If it's a celebration,

maybe I can sell

some of these firecrackers.

They're sold, partner--

you've given me an idea.

We'll rush 'em.

What the Sam hill was that?

They're throwing

dynamite sticks at US.

Keep that up

as long as you can.

We'd better get 'em

before they blow up the town.

Oh! These Roman candles will

give 'em a real celebration!

Drop it.

You coulda saved yourself

a lot of trouble.

Now call your men off.

Come on, soapy,

we still got

some more work to do.

I want to thank you

for clearing this case up.

The government's just

renewed my contract

for another three years.

It all comes under the heading

of another job to do.

I know, you represent

the cattlemen's association.

But you seemed to take

such a personal interest

in this case.

Now that I'm back

as foreman of the ranch,

how do I stand with you,

Terry?

Burt, I'll always

be very fond of you,

and I think waco's

might nice, too.

But I just can't seem to

make up my mind.

I can't blame you, ma'am.

I guess there's just

one too many of them.

You, waco and soapy

have made yourselves

pretty valuable around here.

I don't know what

I'm gonna do without you.

That's right--we do

need a good cattleman.

Would you consider

going to work for US?

Sure, I'll consider it.

But mind you, it's just

because I love ranching.

* there's a lone star

that's shinin' *

* o'er the glory of Texas

* from the red river

* to the rio grande

* where the cool,

clear water's still **