( Men vocalizing )
♪ Wyatt earp, wyatt earp
♪ Brave, courageous and bold
♪ Long live his fame
♪ And long live his glory
♪ And long may
His story be told. ♪
Narrator: a great hiding place
For western outlaws
Was brown's hole.
And as the historian
Charles kelly remarked
In his book
"Outlaw trail,"
"It was the toughest
Outlaw hideout in the west."
It covered the corner
Where colorado, utah,
And wyoming joined.
Not only was the hole
A natural fortress,
But the outlaws
Who camped there
Were the scum
Of all the cow towns
And gold diggings
From texas to oregon.
But we can't send
A posse in there, wyatt.
We've tried it
Half a dozen times.
There's only one way
To catch blackie sanders.
That's for a peace officer
To go in there disguised
As an outlaw.
Now, if he's spunky enough--
No, sir.
Wyatt can't go.
We need him
Here in dodge.
Mr. Mayor, he m*rder*d
A wells fargo guard.
And threatened to k*ll
A woman and a small boy
If they talked about it.
Nasty business,
But wyatt's chief
Deputy quit.
And sheriff masterson
Is chasing bank robbers
Down in texas.
You're treating this case
Like a political issue.
This is m*rder
And the threat of m*rder.
Those people
Identified sanders.
Sorry to intrude,
Marshal.
I'll see if bill tillman
Or charlie bassett
Can help us out.
I'll--
I'll walk you over
To the hotel.
- Now, wyatt--
- I'm just trying to
Be polite, mr. Mayor.
I didn't come out here
Merely as a representative
Of wells fargo.
We don't care about
The money we lost.
It was the mail
That was stolen.
Now we're gonna
Get that k*ller
If it takes me five years
To find somebody brave enough
And angry enough
To go in there and get him.
Well, I'll get sanders,
Mr. Calvin.
But I thought--
I might have known
How you'd really
Feel about it.
I didn't want to
Argue with mayor kelly.
Word shouldn't get around
That I'm making a long trip.
Of course.
If you get me
A railroad ticket
To rock springs,
I'll exit there.
Will you need
Any help?
No.
I know what
Blackie sanders looks like.
I want to see
That man on the gallows,
And I won't rest easy
Until he does hang.
I'll get the ticket.
Narrator: that outlaw trail
Ran from robbers roost
In the south
To hole in the wall
Up north.
In the ' s and ' s,
Many a long rider
With a price on his head
And the shadow of a hangman's
Rope on his face
Joined other desperate men
In what they called
"The last hideout."
♪ There's fear in the air
♪ Death is everywhere
♪ In the badland
♪ In the badland
♪ And white are the bones
♪ Lost among the stones
♪ Of the badland
♪ Of the badland
♪ They died
♪ Who tried
♪ To find where
The outlaws hide ♪
♪ In the badland
♪ The badland
♪ The last hideout
♪ Of the outlaw band.
( g*nsh*t )
Now who would
You be?
Tim hardwick.
You carrying a g*n?
No.
I pawned it
For some chow.
What are you
Doing up here?
Well, you might say
I was trying to hide.
Looks like he's
Telling the truth.
He'd better be.
Come on, fella.
Let's go.
This way.
Nabbed him in
The south gully, steve.
Says his name
Is tim hardwick.
New man in camp.
Line up.
Just the way we have
To do things, fella.
- Yeah.
- Take a good close
Look at him.
Any of you ever saw him
Wearing a star,
Just walk him off
A couple of yards
And sh**t him.
If you got any other
Beef against him,
Let's hear it.
You ever been
In wichita?
I've been
A lot of places.
A yankee, ain't you?
What of it?
I don't like
Yankees.
( Grunts )
I said the w*r was over.
Put it away!
You take that g*n
Away from him,
And I'll fight him.
We got as many yanks
As southerners in this hideout.
There are no arguments
About the w*r,
That's a rule.
Yes, sir.
Any of you recognize
Mr. Hardwick?
- ( Men murmur )
- I never seen him.
Lineup's over.
You hungry?
Yeah, sure am.
Hey, skittles.
Yeah?
Got another
Belly to fill.
Sure.
Go on. Go on.
Rest yourself.
Well, thank you.
Where you running from?
Oh...
Several places.
Look like a real
Long rider,
You and your horse.
We got a couple of rules
If you aim to
Stay in camp.
Yes, sir.
We start playing cards
Or drinking,
We check our g*ns.
Sounds like
Dodge city.
( Chuckles )
Yeah.
I heard about
That fella earp's rule.
You and him ever
Have any trouble?
Nope.
Mm. Go ahead.
Eat eat.
Two more important
Rules.
We don't quarrel with
The small ranchers
Around the hole.
They buy our cattle.
And we keep away
From shotgun gibbs.
Shotgun gibbs?
Shotgun's a real
Peace loving man.
We stay away from him,
He stays away from us.
I had a run-in with
Blackie about that.
Oh, blackie sanders.
You'll meet him.
Mr. Sanders
And mr. Gibbs,
They-- they have a run-in?
Mm, wanted to.
Blackie thought shotgun
Was a stoolie.
All shotgun wants
Is to be let alone.
And that's all
We want too.
Shotgun don't give a hoot
If we rustle every maverick
On the cherokee trail.
Well, you won't have
Any trouble from me, mr. Logan.
$ , Reward
For tim hardwick
Who held up
A wells fargo stage
Near grand junction,
Colorado,
May , .
Hardwick m*rder*d
The driver,
Wounded
The shotgun messenger
And a man passenger.
He also made off with
A shipment of bank notes
And a sack
Of u.s. Mail.
A reward will be
Paid for this man
Dead or alive.
J.t. Calvin,
Vice president
Wells fargo
And company.
Stupid idiots.
Blackie done it.
He told me so himself.
Well...
Better take this stuff
Back where you found it.
Well, maybe hardwick
Found out blackie done it.
Maybe that's why
He come here, huh?
That's between
Hardwick and blackie.
You keep out of it,
You hear me?
Sure, boss.
Sure.
What are you
On the run for?
Picking pockets?
You better get
Out of camp.
I suppose you and logan
Read the wanted poster?
Boss won't do
Nothing about it.
But sanders might.
Such as?
Such as turning you in
For the reward.
All right,
I'm leaving.
If--
If I was you,
I'd give shotgun gibbs'
Place a wide circle.
And...
I want my g*n back.
So I'll be a target
For sanders
When he comes after me?
Whether you hunt blackie
Or he hunts you,
It's none of
Our business.
We just don't allow
No personal grudges
In camp.
Sure.
( Men vocalizing )
♪ Hunted men on the run
♪ Living by the g*n
♪ In the badland
♪ In the badland
♪ Be fast on the draw
♪ That's the only law
♪ Of the badland
♪ Of the badland.
Blackie.
I got some
News for you.
It's worth money.
I'm listening.
Come over here.
Can't you read?
Yeah, I can read,
Mr. Gibbs.
Now I'm a peaceable man.
I love peace.
- Oh?
- But if I don't
Learn you,
I'll have all of creation
A-riding in here.
You any good
With your fist?
Oh, pretty good.
Well, that's a relief.
'Cause I sure hate
To whoop a man
Who can't put up
A decent fight.
Wouldn't you like
To talk a little bit first?
Nope.
( Grunting )
You're too darn fancy.
( Grunting )
Stand still,
Will you?
All right.
( Grunting )
( Sighs )
You're too darn good
With your fists.
Now why don't you just agree
To a little conversation, huh?
I come out here
To get away from talk.
( Sighs )
Go put on
Your g*ns.
Where are yours?
I'm gonna fetch it
Right now.
Good.
Ain't you got a . ?
I like this.
We'll sh**t
At my distance.
He turned off towards
Shotgun's place.
I told steve that
Shotgun couldn't be trusted.
I bet he put
Hardwick on to me.
Come on, let's ride.
I'm taking unfair
Advantage, mr. Gibbs.
You can't do much damage
At that distance
With a shotgun.
You stay where you are.
When I raise my g*n,
You start a-firing.
( g*nsh*t )
You've had enough, mr. Gibbs?
( g*nsh*t )
Now look,
You want peace?
I'm a peace officer.
Did you hear me?
I'm a united states
Deputy marshal.
Let me see that p*stol
You shot me with.
-Inch barrel.
That's a buntline special.
Hey, your shot almost
Blew my head off.
What were you using?
It's a rifled slug
Hand loaded
Into a brass case.
It's my own invention,
But it takes a british
Greener shotgun
To handle it.
You could have k*lled me,
But you didn't do it.
That makes me
Beholden to you.
Well, you'll have a chance
To get even, mr. Gibbs.
Here.
Come on, I'll patch
That arm up.
He's with shotgun, all right.
That's his horse
At the gate.
Ah.
Well, he can't stay
In there forever.
Just take our time
And dry gulch him.
Wound's not too bad,
Mr. Gibbs.
Just broke the skin
A little bit.
Well, I figure I'm
A lot luckier than
Blackie's gonna be
When you meet up with him.
Threatening to k*ll
A woman and a boy.
I knew blackie
Was a mean one,
But I thought he'd
Draw the line somewheres.
Well, he didn't,
So the law will
Draw a line around his neck.
Blast it.
A man like me can't find
No peace no place.
Kansas city,
Abilene, amarillo,
Denver.
I tried them all.
Well, there's no peace
Without the law, mr. Gibbs.
( Scoffs )
That means argument,
Force,
sh**ting and k*lling.
Well, the law is force
When you reason it out.
Well,
Shouldn't have to
Be that way.
No, sir. It shouldn't.
But you just can't tell a fella
Like blackie sanders
Not to rob
And m*rder people.
You gotta let him know that if
He murders that the law will--
( Mule braying )
Shh.
It's my mule, roscoe.
Better than
A watchdog.
( Braying continues )
What's he trying
To tell you?
People outside.
In them rocks
Beyond my gate.
Load the greener
For me, will you?
My fingers are
A mite stiff.
Now you sit down,
Mr. Gibbs.
Oh?
That's probably
Blackie sanders
And a fella
Called skittles.
They think I'm worth
$ , To wells fargo.
Is that your
Back door?
Yep.
I'm going with you.
No, you stay here.
Logan trusts you.
You'll be a lot more
Use to me later.
To pay you back?
With interest.
Something ain't right.
That mule cuts loose,
It usually brings
Shotgun outside.
Well, maybe
Hardwick got him.
I should go back and
Get steve and the boys.
You said they
Wouldn't help.
Well, I'll--
I'll tell them--
I'll tell them you think
Hardwick's a johnny law.
You know,
He could be.
That wanted poster could be
A wells fargo trick.
Yeah. Well, what if
It's on the level?
We'd have to
Split the reward.
Use your brains.
He's holed up
In a little fort
With plenty of
g*ns and a*mo.
He's got plenty
Of food and water.
Why, it'll take
At least a dozen men
To blast him out.
I don't know.
All right.
Do it your way.
I'm going
Back to camp.
Hold it, skittles.
You ain't going no place!
( g*nshots )
Halt! Halt!
You cut that crease
A mite deep,
Didn't you, marshal?
He's ought to be out
A long time.
Afraid so.
You shouldn't have let
Skittles get away.
He's going to bring
Logan and his boys
Down on us.
I had no warrant
For skittles, mr. Gibbs.
Last time I shot
At a man on horseback,
The horse reared.
I k*lled him.
You regret that?
I'll regret it
Until the day I die.
Well, you're the first
John law I ever heared
Say anything like that.
Maybe I can move him
Away from here
Before logan comes.
Yeah.
What trail?
Across the red desert?
Guess so.
Hang it all.
There goes my peace again.
No, sir. I ain't
Gonna let it go.
I've been living
And let live
With them outlaws,
And I intend to go
Right on doing the same thing.
If steve logan comes here
Looking for you,
You're gonna be
On your own.
I'm a-keeping my peace.
And then he shot blackie
In the back of the head.
Well, I run for my horse,
And he yells "halt, halt,"
Just like
Any john law.
Why, he even fired
A warning shot at me.
I tell you,
He is a john law.
You think he k*lled
Shotgun gibbs too?
Why, sure he did.
He probably pestered
Gibbs for information
And then shot him.
The proof is,
That old mule
Brayed his head off,
But shotgun didn't
Come out.
Well, we'll find out
For ourselves.
Saddle and ride.
You can't get away
With this, hardwick.
If wells fargo
Named you for that job,
That's your tough luck.
I should hang for
What you did, huh?
Hang?
What johnny law is gonna
Come into this outlaw country
After you?
Could be maybe
You're one yourself.
How about that?
Yeah. How about that.
Well, no peace officer
Would be that foolhardy.
I'll ask shotgun.
( Mule braying )
Looks like steve
Didn't waste any time.
Stay where you are.
Shotgun: yeah, roscoe,
I see them.
Hush up now.
Peace.
( Scoffs )
Steve logan and
His whole g*ng
At my line fence
Out there.
Oh?
You know, I sure
Bless the day
That I ever laid
Eyes on you.
If you're gonna
Make a fight for it,
Why don't you
Make it in here?
Why are you
Defending him, shotgun?
Him?
I'm defending myself
And the peace I used
To have around here.
( Hoofbeats approaching )
You're sure a sight
For sore eyes, shotgun.
We was afraid that hardwick
Might have done in with you.
Hardwick?
Sanders?
( Scoffs )
You busting our
Agreement, steve?
What do you mean?
The brown's hole boys
Was to stay out of my way.
It still goes.
Yeah?
Blackie and skittles there
Tried to bushwhack that fella
Right outside my gate.
Hardwick's
A johnny law.
- I still say that--
- Aw, shut up.
What do you know
About the fella, shotgun?
He's an outlaw,
The same as the rest of you.
Claims he's been blamed
For something blackie did.
And just as soon
As blackie's well,
Both of them are
Getting off my place.
Now steve, you--
You want
To interfere with that?
No.
We'll let hardwick
Settle with blackie.
Sorry to have
Bothered you, shotgun.
Let's go.
You think you can make it
To the railroad?
I'll do
The best I can.
That won't
Be good enough.
Got a lot of friends
Between here and green river.
We're even, mr. Gibbs.
Well, don't go
And get yourself k*lled.
I doubt if I'd fret
Much about it,
But I might.
Peace be with you,
Mr. Gibbs.
Well, mr. Gibbs.
What happened to you?
You start feeling sorry
For blackie here?
Ha!
How far you
Taking him?
All the way
To dodge city.
He thinks.
Well, I just believe
I'll ride along with
You a spell, marshal.
Me and roscoe here think
That feller ought to be hanged.
And we don't want
No interruptions.
Well.
I'd hate to see you
Lose your peace,
But mighty happy
To have you along.
Yeah.
Well, the law better
Find me some peace somewhere.
Somehow.
It will,
Mr. Gibbs.
Some day.
♪ Well, he cleaned up
The country ♪
♪ The old wild west country
♪ He made
Law and order prevail ♪
♪ And none can deny it
♪ The legend of wyatt
♪ Forever will live
On the trail ♪
♪ Wyatt earp, wyatt earp
♪ Brave, courageous and bold
♪ Long live his fame
♪ And long live his glory
♪ And long may
His story be told. ♪