01x30 - The Final Hour

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Morning, Betsy.

What are you doing
up so early?

I might ask
the same of you.

It so happens
I got work to do.

The truth is,
you're worried about him,
aren't you, Trampas?

Hey, you go on back to bed.

You shouldn't be
out here like that.

My robe is warm.

Trampas, you'll side
with him, won't you?

Even if the others
turn against him?

Well, I am taking his pay.

I'm sorry.
That was a silly question.

I know the pay
has nothing to do with it.

I'll go along
with the judge, Betsy.

He'll do what
he thinks is right.

Morning, judge.
Mr. Croft.

Thought I'd have
another look

in case I get the word
today to go ahead.

You made up your mind?

Well, frankly, sir,
I can't understand

why you should have
any difficulty reaching
a decision

everything considered.

I asked
the other ranchers
to meet me in town

this afternoon.

I'll let you know
after the meeting.

Well, the whole thing
is up to you.

I don't see how their opinion
really matters.

It matters to me.

When Betsy was a child,
we used to come

and picnic in this valley.

It has special
meaning for...

both of us.

Judge, you can't let
memories get in the way.

Judge! Judge Garth!

Judge, I gotta talk to you.

Got a meeting to make,
Mr. Burns.

That's what I want
to talk to you about.

Yeah, we've discussed it
many times in the past.
I know how you feel.

You can't stand
with those other ranchers,
Judge.

You gotta think about
the people of this town,

what it'll mean to us.

There's just no two ways
about it.

You gotta do what's right.

I'm trying to, Mr. Burns.

Judge Garth.
Jack.

How are you, sir?

You just don't stop
growing, do you?

Oh, when I got big enough
to whip him,

I figured that was enough.

Ah, never the best day
you ever saw.

How are you, Milo?
Fair enough.

Your wife better today?
Better, thanks.

Well... looks like
we're early.

Don't worry.
The rest will be here on time.

Well, you know
where I'll be, Dad,
after the meeting.

Good to see you again,
judge.

Keep out of trouble.

If there's nothing
better to do.

Judge.

They grow up so fast.

Well... maybe it's not as fast
as we think.

But we, we just don't like
to recognize change...

till it's forced on us.

Meaning... you've made up
your mind?

Just about, Milo.

I'm sorry
to hear that, judge.

There's a rumor
that you're buying
free lunches.

Now, don't you believe it.
Another cup.

Figured I'd find you here
on your day off.

What else is there to do?
I know a girl.

Oh, you know her?
What good is that
gonna do me?

Happens she's got a sister.

Well, lead.
I'll follow.

Only trouble is,
they live in Cheyenne.

Oh!

Now, let's see, I'll need
a week off to get
there and back.

Well, that's another one
that got away.

Well, they're always best--
like fish.

Shall some swim our way.

Good.

Guess the meeting's
started by now.

Yeah.

Any idea how
the judge will go?

Well, last I heard,
he was still on the fence.

One thing for sure,
my dad won't budge.

And if he's pushed,
there's bound to be trouble.

We're going fishing in Cheyenne
the first week I get off.

Hey, is she pretty? Huh.

Judge, you can't
go through with this.

I was hoping
you'd understand.

We know what'll happen.

That's right, judge.

I saw it as a kid,

what they did
to our homestead
in West Virginia.

They'll go
from ridge to ridge,

valley to valley,
tearing up the land.

In no time at all,
it won't be fit

for our cattle to run on.

Milo, I know what
strip mining can do.

Well, then why put a g*n
to every rancher's head?

If you look
at the engineer's report...

you'll see that
that coal mine

only cuts across
a corner of the range.

That means
it'll be confined

to the Twin Oaks area
adjacent to my land.

Not much of the rangeland
will be affected.

Even the railroad
that hauls the coal out

won't run across
any of your land,

because I'll give them
the right of way.

Judge, who's gonna work
the mine?

Mr. Croft tells me
that miners are being
brought in

from the coal fields
of Pennsylvania.

Yeah, well,
what kind of miners?

What kind?
Experienced ones, I guess.

I mean, Germans, Polacks,
Russians

Polish.
Bohunks.

I remember what it was like
in my hometown

after the Polacks took over.

In no time at all,
you wouldn't know the place.

They don't live like us
or talk like us

or think like us.

They stick to themselves
so you can't get to know them
even if you want to.

But they're different
in every way.

All right,
so they're different.

Well, you can't
walk away from that.

Sit down, Jim.

Sit down.

What counts is what
the mine will do
to the range.

If they start tearing it up,

there's no telling
where it'll end.

Judge, there's no room
on our range

for anything but cattle.

It's a common range, Milo.

They've got mineral rights
from the government.

If you won't give them
the right of way

to lay track
across your land,

they won't be able
to get in to haul
the coal out.

Which means no mine!

And the range stays as it is.
So, why ask for trouble?

Because nothing stands still!

If it doesn't grow, it dies.
That's the law of life.

You know it and I know it.

We've gone about as far
as we can working the land.

About all
that can happen now

is each rancher holding on
to everything

he's carved out for himself.

What's wrong with that?

I slaved all my life
to save something for my son.

I aim to keep it for him.

Like everyone here
for his family.

That's not enough.

Like it or not,
we've got a responsibility

that goes far beyond any of us,
or our own interests.

There's the future
of Medicine Bow, for one.

You know what more people
and another payroll

can mean to this town?

How it'll help it grow?

What a mining operation
in this area

can mean to this part
of Wyoming?

All the new business
and new industry
it would bring?

Out of our pockets.

I know it'll hurt at first.

We'll have to cut down
the size of the herds
we run on the range.

But in time to come...

we can only profit
by that mine there.

Because we didn't stand
in the way of progress
and get passed by.

Judge, you're asking
every rancher here

to dig his own grave.

I'm sorry you gentlemen
can only see today.

I was hoping not to have
to stand up to this alone,
but if I must.

Good day.

Easy, boy.

That does it.

Unless there's a question.
No.

Won't seem the same
without you, judge.

First roundup
you've missed
that I know of.

Yeah. Can't be helped.

Hey, you wanted
to see me, judge?

Yeah. About the roundup.

Well, you want me
to give your foreman here
a few pointers, huh?

Such as?

Well, how to handle
a five legged calf,

and how to tell
a cow from a bull.

Well, that'll have to hold off
until the next roundup.

Sorry, professor.
You're not going.

What do you mean,
I'm not going?

Judge, I don't know
what brought this about, but--

I need you here.

When you're short of hands
on the trail?

Must be mighty important,
then.

It is.

I hope he measures up
at least halfway.

Good luck, Judge.

Now, make sure you know
which end of the iron's hot.

Ah.

Well, I suppose you know
the miners are coming
in tomorrow.

Word's around.

About as quiet
as a thunderstorm,
I'll bet.

Well, you know
how the other ranchers feel.

Yeah, well...

you know those people
are coming into a country

that's totally strange
to them.

They're gonna set up camp
at Twin Oaks.

Well, I want you
to stay with them.

Help get them settled.
But why me?

Nursemaid a bunch of gophers?

Well, frankly, the Virginian
was my first choice,

but I couldn't spare him,

and since I won't be
leaving Shiloh...

You mean, you're not
going on the roundup, either?

No, I'm gonna stay
right here.

You must expect trouble.

You think the other ranchers
are gonna start something?

Mm, I don't think so, but...
maybe your being with them

will help smooth the way.

Oh, I know
it's a big responsibility,

but you can handle it.

Thanks.

Judge Garth.
Oh, Mr. Croft.

Judge, I'd like you
to meet Mr. Antek Wolski.

Pleased to meet you.
And his son, Jan.

Welcome to Medicine Bow.

Thank you, thank you.
My English not too good.

Nonsense. It's good enough

for you to act as spokesman
for everyone here.

Well, Mr. Wolski,
will you please tell him

we're ready to load up?

Right this way. Hi.

Right this way.

Hello, miss.
Oh, hello.

Miss whatever
your name is.

Polcia.
My name's Jack.

Hello.
Polcia what?

You wouldn't be able
to say it.

Try me.

Porzyzskisiskiporski.

Porzyz...

And that's only
the half of it.

What's the rest of it?
Oh, you--

Even I can't say it.
Where are you from?

Wilkes-Barre.

Pennsylvania?
Mm-hmm.

You are a cowboy, aren't you?
First one you've seen?

Mm-hmm. Except out
of the train window.

So, I'm the first cowhand
you've spoken to.

Mm-hmm.

Well, then, let me be the first
to welcome you to Medicine Bow.

Oh, thank you.

Give me that.
Come, Polcia.

I'll take it.
I've got it.

I said, I'll take it.
Please, Jan.

Jack.

How about giving me
a helping hand

where I need it?
He talks like he owns her.

That's his hard luck.
"Hard luck"?

Did you get a look at her?

Yeah, enough to see
she's a package of trouble.

Trouble is something
I don't want,
so stay away.

All I know is,
there's no ring
on her finger.

Will you get
out of here?

Kielbasa.

It's an old Polish dish.
I hope you like it.

Uh... I'm sure it tastes
as good as it smells.

Thank you, ma'am.

Polcia. I made it for you.

I mean, you've done so much
for all of us here.

It's just my job, ma'am.
Polcia. Is that hard to say?

"Polcia"? That's not hard
to say at all.

Jan and his father
eating with us?

No, they took their lunch
with them, like the others.

I think I'll join them.
Oh.

I thought we could...
eat over there.

Like a picnic.
Some other time, thanks.

I have some things
to talk over with Mr. Wolski.

Walzchek, tell the men
it's time to eat.

All right.

Kielbasa, gentlemen.

Polcia said it never
tasted better.

Polcia?

Yes, she said how it was
your favorite.

Why did not she bring?

What's she doing?
Well, what do women always do?

Keeping busy, I guess.

Hey, where you go?

No, I want you to eat.
Soon we go back to work.

I'm not hungry.

Hello, Polcia.
Oh, hello.

Jack. Remember?
Mm-hmm.

You'll find your friend
where they are working
near the camp.

Oh, I didn't come here
to see Trampas.

I came here to see you.

I'd have come sooner,
only I've been riding herd.

You know, a man could look
at you forever,

sitting there,
just like that.

I'm sorry.
No, no, it's time I got back.

Try this.
It'll be wet.

Well, I don't think
the bandana will mind.

Jack the ankle dryer.
You never heard about me?

Your friend
never mentioned it.

Well, you ask old Trampas.

That wouldn't do much good.
He hardly ever speaks to me.

Is he that way
with every girl?

Who, Trampas?

Listen, that boy's
a regular maverick.

Let him loose where
there's a pretty woman,

and you can't even
corral him.

Why, I remember when--
Yes?

Come to think of it,
I can't remember.

How long have you
known him?

Around about four years.
Four years.

Then you are good friends?
More like brothers.

Does he have a girl?
Trampas?

How come you ask that?
Well, does he?

Not that I know of.

Look, I came here
to see you.

All we've done is talk
about Trampas.

Will you give me
a ride back to the camp?

I asked you something.
Well, if you won't...

Polcia.

Get down.
You better
get out of the way.

Get down.
Please let us alone.

You heard her.

Please go.

I'll be with Trampas
if you want to go
looking for me.

I know what
you are thinking,

and I know what you are
going to say.

What do you expect me to say?

Sneaking off
the meet another man.

I didn't meet him.
He happened to be
passing by.

You expect me
to believe that?

Believe what you want.

He was the one
at the railroad station.

All I did was talk to him.

Let me catch him
near you again.

You mean you don't trust me?
Oh, it's not that.

What, then?
When you won't let me
out of your sight?

I know what a man feels
being near you.

I know how I feel.

Oh, Polcia, let's not
wait any longer.

We're starting
a new life here.

Let's start it together.
Marry me now.

Jan, please,
try to understand.

I don't want
to hurt you, but...

I'm not ready
to get married.

After all these years,
and you're still not sure?

I don't know what it is.

But back there
in that little town,

I... I hardly ever speak
to someone else.

You kept everyone
away from me.

They were too scared
of what you might do.

And I never needed
anybody but you.

I still don't.

But I do.
Don't you understand that?

I want to be free,

to think my own thoughts,
to live my own life.

I love you, Polcia.

That's all the life I want.
But it isn't enough for me.

Don't you understand that?

For the first time,

I feel like I am
part of the world.

"The world"?
You mean him?

No. Why don't you understand?

Then you understand.

Stay away from him.

Back there,
you could own me.

But not here.

I can't keep the men
away from town forever.

If they don't
go there to relax,

there'll be trouble here.

I don't know.
The way some folks
in town feel--

I know, I know.
There's a risk.

But the longer
we keep them apart,

the more chance there is
of hate building up.

If we're ever to live
together side by side,

the sooner we try
to do this, the better.

I guess you're right.

Well, let's hope there
won't be any trouble.

If there is, Judge Garth
will have my scalp.

Good night, Mr. Wolski.
Good night, young man.

*

What are you doing here?

I want to talk to you.

If somebody saw you
come in, they'd think--

I know, and I'm sorry
to come here, but...

there was no other way
to talk to you.

What have I done
to make you angry with me?

Well, what makes you
think that?

You don't have to say it.
Whenever I come near you,
you make certain to leave.

You keep avoiding me.

You'd better go.

Not until I know why
you are angry with me.

I don't want
to cause trouble,

and I know how Jan
feels about you.

Are you afraid of him?
You're spoken for.

"Spoken for"?

All it needs
is a preacher,
and you're his wife.

But I never told you
I would marry him.

That's not how I heard it.

Jan says you've been
spoken for since you were 15.

No.

Still, when a man feels he...
You belong to him.

But I could never
help what he felt.

I came to live with him
and his father

after my father was k*lled
in a mine accident.

I was his
from that first day.

I couldn't have
any friends of my own.

Girls or boys.
Everyone was afraid--

afraid of what he would do.

There was one boy.
He wasn't afraid.

He took me
to a church dance,

and in the middle
of that dance...

But that is all
in the past.

I left that life
behind me.

I knew.

I knew something wonderful
would happen to me here.

And it has.

First Jack, and now me.

Jack?

He was all mixed up
when he saw you today.

I told him he couldn't come
around here anymore.

Why did you do that?

It's my job to keep
things running smooth,

not to stir up trouble.

Was that the real reason?

Go on.

Don't come in here again.

So, you met
Jack Henderson again.

I told you to stay away
from him.

Leave me alone.

Well, there's nothing like
tying one on

on a Saturday night.

Especially when
the boss' son is buying.

If I have to haul you back,

it'll come out of your pay.

Bohunks.

Hey, Jan.

Hey, Jan.

Beat him or he'll be
bragging about it.

We'll never hear
the end of it.
Come on!

Come on, Jan.
Let's get him, Jan.

Come on, Jan!
Come on!

Hey! Anybody want
to try against Jan?

He who beats Jan,
I buy his drinks

for the whole night!

I'm your man.

Jan!

If you're looking for a fight,
we'll settle this.

Get yourself a g*n, mister.

From where I come,
a man fights with
his bare hands.

No!

Hey, he's had enough!

Jack? Hey!

He don't need that.

Jan, he's dead.

You blame me, don't you?

Come in.

I want you
to close down
the right of way

that you gave the company.

That'll force them
to shut the mine.

With no mine to work,
the miners will have
to move on.

We've got to get them
out of here

before there's more bloodshed.

Milo, I know
how your son's death
has affected you.

It was a terrible accident--

It was m*rder.
Brutal m*rder.

My son was deliberately
beaten to death.

At any rate,
that's for a coroner's jury
to decide.

No question
of how they'll find.

There may be no question
in your mind, Parker,

but I'm sure the men
on the jury

will decide the case
on the facts.

I'm sure of that, too.

That miner was strong.

He deliberately
provoked the fight.

With his strength,

Jack didn't stand
a chance against him.

He set out to k*ll him.
Those are the facts.

That's just what
the jury will decide.

And when they charge him
with m*rder,

those Polacks will try
to tear this town apart.

I know them.

That's why you've got
to shut the mine down.

To prevent more trouble
than we've ever seen.

Well?

I'm not closing
the right of way.

I happen to think
those miners will accept

whatever decision
the jury renders.

Well, those
dirty Polacks will--

Oh, shut up, Parker!

It was your decision
that brought them here
in the first place.

I hoped that you'd use
some sense to listen to reason.

I hope you'll be able
to live with yourself

knowing you could've stopped
what's going to happen.

Milo.

You both seem
to expect trouble

if that coroner's jury
charges him with m*rder.

What if they don't?

Then there's sure
to be trouble.

I am Jan Wolski's father.

I can only let it
one at a time.

You go in first,
and tell him I'm here.

Jan.

Speak English, please.

Polcia is here.
I don't want to see her.

Jan, I want to know
what happened.

You know what happened.
I k*lled a man.

I k*lled him
with my bare hands.

But I must know,
did you mean to k*ll him,
or was it an accident?

What is the difference?
Either way, he is dead.

Jan, Jan, they're going
to hold something--

what they call an inquest--

to learn if you meant
to k*ll him or not.

Do you think
what I say will make
any difference?

They're going
to believe what
they want to believe.

Or worse.
But I must know.

Not for them,
but for myself.

Now, tell me the truth.
Was it an accident or not?

I could've smashed in his face

the first minute
I saw him put his hands
on Polcia.

When I saw them together,
and he was holding her,

I could've k*lled him then.

And that night,

when I knew she had
seen him again...

I did not mean to k*ll him
in that fight.

If I knew what
was going to happen,
I would've stopped.

So, it was an accident.

It won't make
any difference.

You know how
they feel about us.

They're going
to hang me anyway.

Jan, there is
an old saying in Poland,

"A man is no man who will not
fight for right."

Trampas.

I, uh...

I know how you feel
about Jack.

We, uh...

Well, we all feel
the same way.

Jan.

I wanted to tell you
how sorry I am.

If what I did made you--
k*ll?

Go ahead and say it.
I'm a m*rder*r.

Is that what you think?
No, no, Jan, not.

I did not mean to k*ll him.

I know.

I could not do
anything to hurt you.

Even if it meant losing you.

I could not k*ll
someone you love.

But, Jan,
you don't understand.

He meant nothing to me.
Nothing?

He was just someone
to meet and talk to.
That's all.

Then you didn't love him?

No.

Then everything is still
the same between us.

Except now,
when I get out of here--

and I will,

we're going to be
married right away.

Polcia?
No.

I'm not going
to wait any more.

Don't make this
difficult for us, Jan.

I have a deep feeling
for you.

We grew up together
and shared so much.

But it isn't love
I feel for you,

not the love you want.

I can't help it, Jan.

There is someone else.

No. No one.

There must be
someone else.

Who is it, Polcia

Jan! You are hurting me.

Jan?

What are you gophers
doing in town?

We came to see my son.

Oh, you did, did you?

Well, you can come
and claim his body
after he's hung.

Until then, we want
you and your kind
out of this town.

You understand?
Felton!

Leave him alone.

What's the matter
with you, boy?

I said leave him alone.

They're getting out of town
and staying out!

And you stay out of this!

You did not have to take
our part, but you did.

And for this, we thank you.

But now,
I think it's best
that you leave us.

Well, I guess
I ought to know why.

You belong with those people,
and yet you are with us.

But to them,
you are a traitor.

And for a traitor,
there is more hate
than for anyone.

That's one way
to look at it.

Then you will
leave us, hmm?
No.

I can't help
what they think.

That's their lookout.
Mine is to do my job.

Each man has his own idea
of what his job is.

I know mine.

Judge Garth told me
to stay here until
you were settled,

and nobody can while
there's still trouble.

And I'll only leave
when it's done.

Ow.

Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't
mean to hurt you.

No, no, you didn't.

And I'm terribly sorry
about your friend, Jack.

What happened
wasn't your fault.

In a way, it was.

Perhaps if I hadn't come here
to see you that night...

What did that have
to do with it?

Jan thought
I'd been with Jack.

Well, why didn't you
tell him the truth?

Because I was afraid.

Afraid of what Jan might do
to a man I love.

I knew.

I knew almost
from the beginning.

That's the way
it was for me.

The first day I saw you
at the station.

And that wanting afterwards
to be with you,

just to be with you.

That night I kissed you
for the first time

and made you leave...

it was like
tearing me apart.

That's how I felt.

First time in my life, I--
I don't understand myself.

I've never been
more confused.

I only know
I feel empty when
I'm not with you.

I've never felt
that way about anyone.

Is it so hard to say
"I love you"?

Only when you mean it.

I love you.

I love you, Trampas.

I love you.

Polcia.

I want you to marry me.

No. I can't do that.

But if you love me--
I can't.

That doesn't make sense.
Unless you're not sure.

I am sure, but--
Then why not?

Jan.

I told him I didn't love him,
that I could never marry him.

It made no difference.

He still feels
I belong to him.

And if it gets out...

I won't let him
stand in our way.

Sheriff, I know these miners.
I know the way they think.

Now, they're slow
to take action,

but once they take it,
it can't be stopped

except by k*lling them.

All right, I'm impressed.

And you must realize
how important it is

that Jan Wolski
is freed today.

That k*lling
was an accident.

The miners know
if he's held,

it's for one reason
and one reason only-- revenge.

And they'll free him,
come what may.

Are you threatening me,
Mr. Croft?

No, Sheriff,
I'm making a simple
statement of fact!

Why to me?

Well, it's your job to keep
the peace, isn't it?

If you can influence
that verdict today,

it'll be in the interest
of peace as well as justice.

I think the coroner
can reach a very just verdict

without anyone holding
a g*n at his head.

Sheriff, let's be realistic.
The coroner is a native son.

His jury is comprised
of native sons,

and a native son
was k*lled.

Accidentally,
but k*lled nonetheless,
by an outsider.

An outsider, sheriff.

One of a group
disliked and distrusted

by all native sons,
even hated by some.

Now, you tell me what chance

that man has
for a fair hearing.

Oh, people like you!

You see spooks
in back of every door.

Everyone is a crook
except you.

And we've got some of you
on the other side, too.
What do you mean?

Oh, they were in here
just ahead of you.

Had the same thing to say,
just the other way around.

We hold Jan Wolski to hang,
or they'll grab up the land
where the miners live

and shake them out like
a blanket full of snakes.

Well, what did you
tell them?

Just what I'm gonna tell you.

Whatever verdict
that jury finds,

I'm gonna back them up
against all comings.

With fist, boot, or g*n.

And if you stick
your long nose

into this thing,
I'm gonna twist it off.

You know where
the door is.

A short one.

You, Trampas.
You're in the wrong place.

That so?
Well, look around, boy!

You don't see
any Polacks in here,
do you?

Now, why don't you just
go on outside with them
where you belong, huh

Hold it!

Now, let's don't waste
our muscle

hitting each other.

Go on out.

Soak your head
in a horse trough.

You've had
a couple too many.

Have a drink with me.

Got one
I'm working on, thanks.

Trampas,
you were Jack's best friend.

Yes, I was.

I know how you feel
about what happened.

It's times like these
bring people together.

Felton, he thinks
you're standing up
for the Polacks.

I know better.
You're one of us.

You'll stand up with us
when trouble comes.

I'm depending on that.

You expecting trouble?

Yes. I am.

When the coroner's jury finds
that Jack was m*rder*d,

it means that Jan Wolski
will be held for trial.

The miners are not
going to like that.

No, they won't.
Now, I'm expecting a fight...

and I need
every able-bodied man

to make a line where
the miners can see us.

Show enough strength.

And more than likely,
they'll turn tail and run,

without a shot being fired.

I'm not sure they'll fight.

But if one started,
they won't run
from an army.

Oh, we may have
to k*ll off a few

to run them
out of the country,
but they'll run...

from us.

You're with us,
aren't you?

No.

You can't be with them.
Not that kind.

And just what kind
are they?

Well, you've lived
with them, boy.

Are they anything like us?
The truth, now.

Can you eat their slop?

Or understand how
they think or even talk?

They sound like a pack
of monkeys, now, don't they?

They're just as much
my kind as you are.

You stand up with them,

you'll have to take
what they take.

And give what they give.
I don't want that, either.

Walk easy, Mr. Henderson.

So Jack can rest easy.

Did you men reach a verdict?

Yes, we did, Hiram.

How say you?

We'd like to tell everybody

just how we came
to decide the way we did.

Now, I don't suppose
that's according

to the book, Hiram,
but is that all right
with you?

It's all right with me.

We tried to take
everything into account.

We talked about how strong
Jan Wolski was,

how he must've known
he could lick Jack easy,

even k*ll him if the fight
went on long enough.

We paid close attention
to the fact

that Dr. Martin said
the death resulted

from bleeding in the brain,
caused by a hard blow
or a series of blows.

All it takes
to make it m*rder...

is the intention to k*ll.

Isn't that right, Hiram?

Yes, it is.

Now, we've all seen
hard fighting,

we've seen men hit in the head
with fists and clubs
and p*stol butts.

All that happens is,
they pass out,

wake up the next day
with a headache.

Now, Jack's fight
with Jan Wolski

as far as it went,
was no worse than a lot.

Wasn't even as bad
as some.

We can't say that Jan Wolski
meant Jack any more harm

than just to knock him out
or make him quit.

Things that usually happen.

If he meant more,

Jack died before Wolski
could get to him.

Died by accident.

That's our verdict.
Jack's death was accidental.

*

Who were you looking for?
I don't know what you mean.

While we were dancing.

Nobody.
I know you were.

Sorry. I can't help it.

Polcia?

Have you seen
our friend Trampas?

No. Why do you ask me?
Canvas walls are thin.

Come in.

Hank said you wanted
to see me.

Yeah. You won't be going
back to the mining camp.

If there's a reason,
I might want to know why,

seeing as how my job's
far from done.

I need you here, that's why.

You mean you expect trouble

now that the verdict
didn't go Milo's way?

Expect it?
I know it.

And I don't want you
in the middle.

Do you know what
Milo's gonna do and when?

If I knew, I'd have
the sheriff stop him.

All I know is, it's just
a matter of time.

Where are you going?

As I said, judge,
my job's far from done.

You'd take on Milo
and the whole bunch?

The sheriff won't stop them.

He can't!
Not until they make
the first move.

By then, it'll be too late.
Trampas.

You can't hold me, judge.
Not even if it means my job.

To protect Jan Wolski?

Or is there another reason?

Both, I guess.

Take care.

Good night, judge.

- Anybody up?
- Come in.

Good morning.
Good morning, Mr. Wolski.

We missed you
at the party last night.

Where were you?

I had to ride out to Shiloh,

where I got
news of trouble,

and it's heading your way.

The boy's father?

And some ranchers
out to set the law right.

When will they be here?

Well, they're not saying.
If they did, the sheriff
would be on their tail.

Jan, I think
it'd be a good idea
if you left for a while,

you know, came back when Milo
got back to himself.

I won't run and hide.

We have enough men and g*ns
to protect Jan.

Now, you start butting heads,
and there'll be blood
on both sides.

Let them come.

If we k*ll a few,
maybe they will leave
us alone.

You sound like
you want a fight.

And they want to butcher,

burn us out,
cut our throats.

What are you going to do?

If I can't stop you,
maybe Jack's father
will listen.

You keep your men here
while I ride out
to his ranch.

Trampas!

Trampas!

Where is he going?
Why?

I want to know
where he's going.

And I want to know why.
Has something happened?

The ranchers want to k*ll me,

and he's going to try
to stop them.

And you let him
go alone?

Turn around
and head back.

This is as far
as you go.

I'm gonna k*ll that man
come what may.

Run the rest of them
out of here.

Then you'll have to start
with me.

You'd fight us all?

I don't want to fight anyone.
I just mean to stop you.

Get out of the way.
I don't want you hurt.

You heard him, Trampas.

You'd better
get out of the way.

Darling.

No. No.

Polcia.

Polcia.

Polcia.

Is that enough blood
for you?

Or do you want more?

Well, there's the man
you want.

Go on.
sh**t him down!

And then keep on going
and k*ll all the rest of them!

That'll bring
your son back, won't it?

We better be getting back
to the ranch.

I'll ride with you.

I know.

When you lose someone,
it's as if--

It might be
some help to you

if you try
to understand that

in a way, what happened--

That her death has...

brought a measure of peace
to this valley.

Oh, I know
it'll be some time

before either side knows
or understands the other,

but... that'll come.

That'll come...

because of this tragedy.

Try to understand that.