♪♪ Wyatt Earp
Wyatt Earp ♪
♪ Brave, courageous and bold ♪
♪ Long live his fame
and long live his glory ♪
♪ And long may
his story be told ♪♪
- As Wyatt Earp's fame as a
peace officer in Dodge City
spread across the
western country
men remembered that he was
also a deputy U.S. marshal.
Thus, when his old friend
Colonel Bentine
of the th Cavalry at
Fort Louis, Colorado
found himself facing the problem
of a mysterious k*ller
who shot only from ambush,
Colonel Bentine could
think of but one solution.
- Now this is Robber's Roost
on what they call the
Outlaw Trail in Utah.
All the killings have been
done in this area here.
Washington's ordered
me to arrest the man.
But the Apaches are threatening
a breakout and I...
Well, I just can't spare a
detail right now, Wyatt.
That's why I almost begged
you to come out here.
- Hmm.
- I know what you're thinking.
All the victims have been
outlaws or rustlers.
- Yes, sir.
- Well, the rustlers own
small cattle spreads,
and they call themselves
small ranchers.
That's what the w*r
department calls them.
- Well, even a rustler
shouldn't be bushwhacked.
- I knew you'd see it that way.
Now if something isn't done,
Washington will order me
to take a full cavalry troop
on a wild goose chase.
The Apaches would
like nothing better.
- Well, you're right, Colonel.
You have any lead to the k*ller?
- Just one. A fella
named Elzy Rash.
He's chairman of the group who
squawked to the department.
- Is he a cattle thief?
- Ah, they all are.
But Rash knows the country and
he's offered to act as guide.
I think you can trust him.
- Well, I owe
you this, Colonel.
- You don't really.
But I'm glad you think so.
Now this k*ller's
crazy as a coot.
You'll be dealing with
a madman so cunning,
he can terrorize
tough outlaws.
Watch yourself.
- Thank you, sir.
♪♪ The thief and the robber
who live outside the law ♪
♪ Dark are the
deeds they've done ♪
♪ But black as a pit and
the pallest of them all ♪
♪ Is a coward who
wears a money g*n ♪
- Hold it!
Keep your hands away
from them g*ns.
Johnny Law, huh?
Anybody can steal a star.
- I got a note for
you, Mr. Rash.
From Colonel Bentine.
- Emma!
Emma!
My wife, she can read.
Here's a letter. Read it.
- He looks like
a Johnny Law, Elzy.
"Fort Louis", it says.
"Dear Mr. Rash,
"This will introduce United
States Marshal Wyatt Earp
"of Dodge City.
"Render him all
possible assistance.
Frederick Bentine, Colonel."
Elzy, put down that r*fle
and mind your manners!
- Well, sure.
Excuse me, Mr. Earp.
I reckon I'm spooked!
- Oh, everybody's spooked!
Welcome, Marshal.
Supper's almost ready.
- Thank you.
- Well, go ahead.
I'll water your horse.
- Well, thank you kindly.
- So, we figure the man was
hired to do it, Marshal.
Oh, an outlaw with a grudge
will dry gulch one or two.
But this feller works
for the wholesale!
How many is it now, Elzy?
- Nine!
So far as we found.
- You got any idea
who hired him?
- Why the big
cattlemen, of course!
They got a grudge
against us folks.
- We round up a few mavericks
now and then, sure!
I won't lie to you.
Boys run off a few head,
use a hair-brushin' iron.
- All right, Mr. Rash.
Let's go.
- At night?
- Day and night. The fella's
got to sleep sometime.
- The marshal's right!
Elzy, move out!
- I'm sleepy right now!
- Here, Mr. Rash.
You take one of these.
- A pill?
What for?
- That pill is about equal
to cups of coffee.
I've chased hoodlums for
about days and nights
without a wink of sleep.
- Here, take it.
- Oh, Emma!
- Take it!
- How about you, Mrs. Rash?
Don't you have some neighbors
that you can stay with?
- There's plenty of g*ns right
here, and I can use 'em!
- I ain't never
worry about Emma,
but we ain't likely to pick
up no trail in the dark.
- Well, I saw a man on
horseback when I rode up.
- Huh?
- Where?
- Right in back of your house.
He rode off when I came in.
- Well, no wonder you could
take Blackie Saunders!
Now you do like
Mr. Earp says.
And don't come
home without him!
- She means if you
get it, I get it.
Mighty lovin' gal, Emma.
- Now Mr. Earp, Elzy's a
good man in a fight.
He just needs
leadin' into it.
- Well, we'll be
careful, Mrs. Rash.
♪♪ He lurks in the shadows
with ever-deadly aim ♪
♪ Ready to sh**t and run ♪
♪ And Satan himself could not
bear the guilty shame ♪
♪ of the coward who
wears the money g*n ♪♪
Well, his horse is tired.
Stumbling a lot.
You know of any
trail higher up?
- I never heard of one.
- Well, we'll just
keep moseying along.
Following the trail.
♪♪ For the money g*n kills
when your back is turned ♪
[ Horse neighing ]
♪ And the money g*n kills
'til its pay is earned ♪
♪ Any day any night
there's no way you can fight ♪
♪ The money g*n ♪♪
How bad?
- Oh, I'll be all right.
But he got my horse too.
- Here, you take my horse.
You go on home and
patch that arm.
Come back with
another horse.
- What'll you be doin'?
- I'm going to trail him.
Here.
I'll leave you Marcus.
Try and get back by sun-up.
- Well, I'll do
the best I can.
Take it easy, boy.
Take it easy.
- How's your arm?
- Oh, Mrs. doctored it.
Burns right smart.
- Well, he headed down there.
I figure he's got
about hours on us.
- Well now, why would he
go down into the valley?
Nothin' down there but
Old Man Glassford's place,
and bad water.
- Mr. Glassford steal cattle?
- Steal?
Hmm! Once in a while, sure.
- Here, hold this.
Just keep on the
trail. Go ahead.
♪♪ For the money g*n kills ♪
♪ When your back is turned ♪
♪ And the money g*n kills ♪
♪ 'Til its pay is earned ♪
♪ Any day, any night ♪
♪ There's no way you can fight ♪
♪ The money g*n ♪
♪ The money g*n ♪
♪ The money g*n ♪♪
- How long you think
the old man's been dead?
- Oh, about an hour.
At least we're
gaining on him.
- Well, oughtn't
we to bury him?
- Later.
[ Horses approach ]
- You're riding
with the law, Elzy?
- This is Marshal
Wyatt Earp from Dodge.
- Yeah?
- Colonel Bentine send him
after the man we want.
Got here too late
for Old Man Glassford.
- You always this
late, Johnny Law?
- Not always.
- He's the man that
took Blackie Saunders.
- What you men been doing?
Airing your ponies?
- Mister, we've been hunting
that skunk steady for a month.
The boys'll tell you, we
ain't only ones after him.
- Sure.
- Do me a favor, will you?
- Just this one time.
- Ride your boys back
up into them hills.
Raise dust along that
side of the valley.
If we can keep him
down in the flats,
Mr. Rash and I can
run him down.
- You vouchin' for
the marshal, Elzy?
- I sure am.
- Boys, Mr. Earp wants us
to keep that dry gulcher
out of them hills.
Come on, let's ride.
Come on! Git!
- Do you think he stopped
at the water hole?
- Just a hunch.
But I don't agree with you
about leaving the horses.
- Halt!
Get him!
- I hit him at least once.
- I shouldn't have
yelled a warning.
Force of habit, I guess.
- We can track him
by the blood now.
Let's see how bad you're hit.
- Just scraped a
rib a little bit.
Look, he left his saddle bag.
Let me look...
Hey, he is a
methodical man. Look.
He keeps a list
of his killings.
Notebook... Mitch Moyer's
name on the front cover.
- Emma always said
it was Moyer!
"Stuber, Glassford, Rash..."
Say, that's me!
Say, I'm next after
Old Man Glassford.
- Yeah. We better make a
fast ride back to your place.
- But he's hit! Why don't
we run him down now?
- Mr. Rash, I can't risk
getting your wife hurt.
- Oh, Emma can sh**t
as good as me!
You Johnny Laws!
If you hadn't yelled,
we coulda cut him down.
Now you're worried
about Emma!
- Look, I can't sh**t a
man without warning him.
And I can't take a chance on
getting your wife hurt. Come on.
- You're the boss, I said.
- Don't be such a baby!
It ain't nothin' but bear
grease and balsam of Peru.
- Thanks, Ma'am.
Which trail to Moyer's place?
- You ain't aimin' we
should go there tonight?
- No. Me.
I want you to look
after Mrs. Rash.
- Ain't no need of that!
I set catamount traps and
another one loaded for bear.
- Emma's too spunky
for her own good.
Say, I just thought
of something.
If Callum heads this way with
the boys, what will I advise?
- Callum?
- He was the man
leading the posse
we met at Old
Man Glassford's.
Emma, the dry gulcher
k*lled Glassford.
- Oh, may the good Lord have
mercy on his poor wicked soul.
Well, Glassford, I mean.
- You tell Callum and the boys
to head for Moyer's place, hmm?
- Well, I...
- They'll go, Marshal.
You can depend on it.
- Good, 'cause
I may need 'em.
♪♪ This g*n is for hire ♪
♪ T'is evil merchandise ♪
♪ For sale to anyone ♪
♪ And death can be bought for
a special bargain price ♪
♪ From the coward who
wears the money g*n ♪
♪ Any day, any night ♪
♪ There's no way you can fight ♪
♪ The money g*n ♪
♪ The money g*n ♪
♪ They money g*n ♪♪
- Who are you, mister?
- My name's Earp. Wyatt Earp.
United States deputy marshal.
- What's your business?
- I want to see Mr. Moyer.
It's important.
- The boss is sound asleep.
Why don't you come
back tomorrow?
- No.
You tell Mr. Moyer that I want
him to explain something.
Right now.
There may be a
warrant for m*rder.
- You're barking up
the wrong tree, mister.
- All right, I'll
get him up myself.
- Elzy! It's way past bed-time!
Why ain't you asleep?
- I can't sleep.
That pill Earp give me.
It's him, all right.
The bear trap got him.
- Yup! The bear trap got him!
Is the varmint dead?
- Doctor...
[ Coughs ]
Get me a doctor!
- You tell us who hired you
or we won't get no doctor.
- Say who. Say who!
- Moyer.
Oh...
Mitch Moyer.
He sa--
- You won't need no doctor.
- What does that
notebook prove?
I give 'em to all my round-up
hands who have a cattle count.
Could have been lost,
or somebody stole it.
- Yes, sir. It sure
could have been.
- The names in that book,
I know 'em all.
Hoodlums and cattle-thiefs,
every last one of them!
- They were ex*cuted
without trial, Mr. Moyer.
Cut down from ambush.
- That makes me very sad.
[ His men laugh ]
Who are you feeling
sorry for, Earp?
The Robber's Roost g*ng
have been stealing from
us ranchers for years.
We've appealed the sheriffs
and United States marshals,
and not one single Johnny Law's
had sand enough
to move against
them roosters!
- Well, m*rder is still
m*rder, Mr. Moyer.
But, you say you had nothing
to do with this, huh?
- I resent these question, Earp.
I'm a respectable rancher!
- Well, I still haven't caught
the man that was hired.
- I don't like your attitude.
I think you better
get off my property!
- Johnny Law bothering
you, Mr. Moyer?
- Yes he is, Kendall.
I want him put off my property
and I want him kept off!
- Yes, sir.
- You know, you
better be certain
you had no hand
in this, Mr. Moyer.
- Oh, you'll be back
with a posse, hmm?
- I think so.
- Emma got him with a bear
g*n. He's in the wagon.
- You sure that's the man?
- Said Mitch Moyer hired him.
Me and Emma was both witnesses.
- We won't be needing
you, Marshal.
We can settle it with Moyer.
- Mr. Callum, Mr. Rash,
I think you're making a mistake.
- You keep out of
it, Johnny Law.
In the showdown, you'd
be on Moyer's side.
- Well, I have the authority
to deputize all you men.
- Us? Johnny Laws?
- To arrest Moyer, yes.
But if you go down
there to k*ll him,
it'll be the big
cattlemen's turn.
- For what?
- Squawkin' to the government.
They'll send in soldiers.
Cavalry that should be
watching the Apaches.
- The marshal's right.
- Moyer ain't gonna let
nobody arrest him, Mr. Earp.
- Oh, there'd be a
fight all right.
But all I'm asking
you men to do
is to wound those
cattlemen and not k*ll 'em.
Now you're all good enough with
a g*n that you can do that.
You give me your word,
and I'll deputize you.
But if you want
a turkey sh**t,
you do it your way, but you
suffer the consequences.
- Elzy! Jeb!
- All right, Mr. Earp.
We'll do it your way.
We'll just wing 'em.
- All right.
You're all deputized.
- Hey, Boss! Boss!
- Now what?
- Them Rooster men,
a dozen of 'em.
They got Bill Hicks
dead in the wagon,
headed straight for here.
- That Johnny Law with 'em?
- I don't know, Mr. Moyer.
- You'd better
round up all hands.
- Yes, sir!
- All right, I'm going
to ride in there
and tell Moyer
he's arrested.
If he wants to fight,
let him commence it.
Understand?
- That's far enough!
- You're under
arrest, Mr. Moyer.
- No, I'm not.
- You mean me and my deputies
are going to have to take you?
- That's right.
- Well, don't try
sh**ting me in the back.
Or you'll be cut down.
- Hold it.
We can whip Earp and his
riff-raff in a sh**t-out.
Go tell the boys.
- Mr. Callum, you and two of
your men follow me on horseback!
The rest of you men
spread out. Surround 'em!
Mr. Rash, you come
with me. Let's go!
Just wing 'em!
Cover me!
- We got to get out of here!
They sh**t too good!
- No!
- Hold it!
[ g*nshots outside ]
Mr. Rash,
Tell Mr. Callum
to stop fighting.
[ g*nshots ]
- Jeb!
Jeb, hold your fire!
It's all over!
[ g*nshots ]
Will you stop sh**t'?!
- Mr. Moyer, you're coming
to Fort Louis with me.
- You'll have a fight on your
hands every miles of the way
when the other
outfits get together.
- No fightin'.
Unless you agree, I'll turn
you over to Jeb Callum.
- I've surrendered
to Marshal Earp.
- Too bad. I'd sure hate
to miss your hanging.
- Come on, Mr. Moyer.
- A federal jury will give
Moyer at least years.
It'll establish the rule
that you can't bushwhack even
rustlers without paying for it.
Thank you, Marshal.
Good luck.
- Good luck to you, Colonel.
If the Apaches cut
loose, you may need it.
♪♪ ...the end of the trail
for the money g*n ♪♪
♪♪ 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 ♪
♪ Oh, Wyatt Earp,
Wyatt Earp ♪
♪ Brave, courageous and bold ♪
♪ Long live his fame
and long live his glory ♪
♪ And long may
his story be told ♪
♪ Long may his story ♪
♪ Be ♪
♪ Told ♪