Here we are, fuzz,
five miles
out of rock creek.
This is where we're
supposed to look at our orders.
What's the matter? Scared?
Me? No, I ain't scared.
Sealed orders usually means
it's a tough assignment.
We'll probably have to
stand up to 50 or 60
bloodthirsty cutthroats,
but it always makes
the job more interesting, huh?
Yeah.
I'm ordered to
take a vacation.
At the El lobos ranch,
four miles this side
of rock creek.
Very funny.
Come across with
the real orders, fuzzy.
You've got the real orders.
Marshal Conroy knew
you'd kick up a ruckus, so--
and you were in on it?
Look, chey, you haven't had
a rest in three years,
you won't be any good
if you keep it up.
I'll turn into a raving lunatic
if I have to sit around.
It's a nice, friendly place,
and the owner's
an old buddy of mine.
Don't you worry
about being bored.
Let's go.
There's no use stallin'.
Hop off your horse,
we're goin' in.
Stay right where you are,
both of you.
Well, we were--
there's no jobs open.
That's too bad.
Come on, fuzzy.
Now, wait a minute.
We want to see Steve lobos.
Steve lobos is dead,
now get going.
He's dead?!
I'm sorry about your friend,
fuzzy, but there's no point
in stayin' now.
I'm goin' in there and see
whoever's running the place now.
[ g*nsh*t ]
[ Fuzzy coughing ]
Brace up, fuzzy.
It wasn't your fault
things didn't work out.
We'll head back to Bolton city
and I'll explain to the marshal.
No, you don't.
I got my orders,
and we're goin'
back to rock creek
and find another
place to stay.
Listen, fuzzy,
why don't we give up
and head back to Bolton city?
Because you're
under orders
to take a vacation
at the lobos ranch
or a reasonable facsimile,
or something like that.
But you don't know
any other place to stay.
I'm goin' in the saloon
and ask this Wilkins fella
where we can put up.
I'll wait here.
And as soon as
I get, you'll run out on me.
Oh, no, you don't.
Come in with me.
Man:
What's your hurry, baby?
Don't be that way--
sit down.
Let's me and you
have a little talk, huh?
Girl:
I'll have to ask you
to leave again, Mr. Bailey.
Now, look, I'm a good customer.
I buy all my drinks here
and I pay hard cash.
I think that entitles me
to some consideration.
It entitles you
to what you pay for,
not my company.
Now please get out.
Come here.
You heard what
the lady said.
I heard her,
my ears ain't bent over.
But yours are gonna be
if you don't mind
your own business.
I'm afraid he's had
a nasty blow.
Throw some water on him,
he'll be all right.
Look out!
Hello, sheriff--
workin' hard?
I never do.
You last longer that way.
You should last
to be about 120.
You know anything
about what goes on
around rock creek?
I know about everything
that goes on around rock creek.
What do you know
about the lobos ranch?
I know it's a big place
makin' money hand over fist.
It was built up
by Steve lobos
who kicked the bucket
and willed to
a nephew from Chicago.
A fella by the name
of Wayne Dawson.
Any other information
you want?
Yeah. How come he's so
opposed to strangers?
It's his property.
I mean, do you think
he might be up to
something illega?
I don't know,
I never asked him.
Maybe somebody should.
Well, thanks for
the information, sheriff.
Take it easy now.
I always do, Sonny,
I always do.
Chey, you were right.
We should have stayed
in Bolton city,
gone out to whip wildcats,
anything but this--
let's go home.
Aren't you staying
in rock creek, mister...?
Davis, Cheyenne Davis.
I don't know about staying,
my partner can't seem to
make up his mind.
My mind's made up
like a dance hall gal's face.
We're going home,
after what happened here
and out at the ranch.
He means the place
we were supposed to put up at,
the El lobos ranch.
Do you know something
about the place, miss?
[ Nervously: ]
No, no, not a thing.
Thanks for
taking care of fuzzy.
Nice to have met you.
I'm sure glad
you made up your mind to leave.
Who said anything
about leaving?
A little time here
might do me some good.
So that's it, the gal.
Well, we're heading back
to Bolton city,
just like you wanted to.
When I get an
an order, I carry it out.
We're going to
the lobos ranch.
It won't be a vacation,
we're gonna get jobs.
We go out there,
we'll get shot.
If we do, I'll insist
in gettin' paid extra.
Won't do you any good
if you're a bull's-eye.
Mr. Dawson?
That's right.
Could you use a couple
of good cowhands?
You'll have to
see my foreman,
he does all the hiring.
And he's quite particular
about who he hires.
Yes, we found that out.
Oh, you already
talked to him?
Yes. He asked US
a lot of questions
and said we were all right,
but to check with you.
If you're all right with him,
you're all right with me.
Take your horses 'round back,
and then report to mccord.
Mccord? Is he
the foreman here?
That's right.
Mccord...
Give me strength.
Cheer up, fuzzy,
we made it.
We've been at this
four hours steady--
how about a rest?
You wanted to work--
now work!
I'll teach you fellas
going over my head to the boss.
And don't let me catch
either one of you
over at the main house again.
I can have a talk with Dawson
after hours, can't I?
You were hired to dig,
not talk.
Now come on,
get that pick working.
Put some life behind it!
You, too!
Well, fuzzy,
how do you like the lobos ranch?
Crazy about it.
I love fire and brimstone, too.
I'm gonna hit the sack
and it's gonna take
soldiers with Cannon
to wake me up.
Then I won't have to
be quiet when I come in.
Where you goin'?
Over to the saloon
for a while.
Oh, so that's it.
Couldn't be that
pretty little gal, could it?
It is. She knows something
about this place
that gives her the shivers
every time she thinks of it.
What I know about it
gives me the shivers, too.
But I'm going to bed
and let myself unwind.
Okay, fuzz,
I'll see you in the morning.
All right.
Hey, chey!
Wait for me!
That's funny--
I never saw a saloon
closed at this hour.
There's a light on,
maybe we can find out
where the girl lives.
[ Knocking ]
Sorry, we're closed.
It's Cheyenne Davis
and fuzzy, can we come in?
Didn't expect to find you here
after hours.
Yeah, how come this saloon
closes so early?
Is Wilkins sick?
I'm Wilkins--
Faye Wilkins.
You own this place?
Yes, when my father died,
this was all he left me.
I have to keep it running
until I can find a buyer.
What was it you wanted
to see me about?
We wanted to talk to you
about the lobos ranch.
I know there's something
about the place
that bothers you,
and it bothers US, too.
I-I don't know
anything about it.
It's only a fair exchange
of information we want--
maybe we can
help you, too.
Please don't ask me,
I can't tell you.
I don't mean to
be forceful, miss,
but it's against the law
to conceal evidence.
But Wayne Dawson
will k*ll me,
I know he will!
We'll see that
no harm comes to you.
All right.
Sit down.
It all happened
about six months ago.
I had just put away the cash
in the office safe...
It was late...
The place had been
full of customers all evening,
and I was terribly tired.
Just as I started to leave...
Who runs this place?
I do, but we're
closed for the night.
We've had a long trip
and we want some drinks.
I'm sorry, you'll have to
come back tomorrow.
No. We want them now.
You'll have to hurry,
I've got to lock up.
You'll lock up
when I tell you to.
Now get over there
in our office.
My friend and I have
some business to talk about.
You'll have to
do your talking elsewhere.
I said get back
into your office!
The sheriff will
take care of you.
You do just as I say.
[ Muffled talking ]
[ g*nsh*t ]
You k*lled him!
And you didn't
see anything.
I did,
I saw you k*ll him!
It was in self defense--
I said it was in self defense.
I'm Wayne Dawson,
I came out here from Chicago
to take over some property
my uncle Steve lobos left me.
That man was my attorney.
I never knew until tonight
why he followed me out here,
but he wanted that ranch--
he was gonna k*ll me to get it.
He didn't try
to k*ll you--
but you're not
telling anybody--
you're keeping
your mouth shut.
If I see the an indication
that you said anything,
or are about to say something,
I'll k*ll you.
You're hurting my arm!
You talk, and from
that minute on,
you'll never know when
or where it'll happen.
Some dark night
on your way home,
or maybe in your sleep.
Please! I won't say anything!
I promise I won't
say anything!
[ Crying ]
Since then I've been afraid
to stay open after dark.
Tell me, are you sure
the man was dead?
I'm positive.
And you have no idea
who he was?
No.
Or where Dawson
hid the body?
No.
Don't worry, miss Wilkins,
we'll do everything we can
to see that Dawson pays up,
and that you're safe.
Now don't you think
you ought to see
the little lady home?
That wouldn't be
much of a trip.
You see, I live here--
I fixed up the office.
Good idea--you better
stay close to home.
I'm sorry if I was
a little upset.
I feel much better now.
Please let me know
what happens.
You're the star witness--
I'll have to keep in touch.
Good night.
Thisgonna be
easier than I thought--
we get a good night's sleep,
and first thing in the morning,
we arrest Dawson
for m*rder.
Our star witness
will tell the judge
and the jury
what she saw,
and Mr. Wayne Dawson
is no longer
an active member
of the human race.
Sounds fine to hear you tell it,
but the law says
that in order to
convict a man for m*rder,
you've got to prove
he k*lled someone.
Well, didn't miss Wilkins
see him k*ll someone?
Yes, but Wayne Dawson could say
that the man was only wounded,
and that after
bandaging the wound,
his friend got up
and walked away
whistling "Dixie".
So to prove it,
we gotta find the body.
A cinch.
All we have to do is dig up
every square inch of dirt
in Arizona territory.
Yeah, we better start looking
for some fast leads.
Let's talk in the morning,
I'm going to sleep
on my feet.
The place to start
is the lobos ranch--tonight.
You think you could stay awake
for a little burglary?
[ Snoring ]
Fuzzy?
Wake up.
You know what
I think, chey?
I think--
But what are we breaking
into Dawson's house for?
To try and find a copy
of Steve lobos' will
before Dawson and mccord
find out we lied
to get on the ranch.
Something tells me
I ought to be
making out a will.
What's the big idea?
It's a long chance,
but we're short on clues.
Come on.
[ Owl hooting ]
"Last will and testament
of Steve lobos..."
"I do hearby will to
the party of the first part
"to the party of
the second part
"a piece of the part
of the other part..."
That's not the part I want.
[ Thud ]
[ Hears noises ]
Chey! Chey!
[ Hears moaning ]
Hey, chey!
Are you hurt?
I guess not.
I got a good look
at that will--
let's get out of here.
That might be Dawson.
What do we do
with this?
Hold him
and keep him quiet.
You heard what
the man said.
Howdy.
Do you belong here?
Why, yes,
I work here.
Thought I'd come out
and get some air.
Yeah, it is kinda warm.
I'm Jim Anderson--
postmaster up at rock creek.
Glad to know you.
Do me a favor--
take this letter
up to the ranch house.
It's special delivery
for Wayne Dawson.
Sure.
Thanks, I'll owe you
a favor.
It's a deal.
I had to clip him
on the chin--
he was getting
too hard to handle.
Let's go someplace
where we can talk.
You want to leave that letter
at the house?
Later, maybe.
All I could figure out
in the will was
that Wayne Dawson
comes from Chicago,
and his brother Matt
lives in Denver.
What's his brother
doing in the will?
When old Steve died,
he left the place
to both of 'em.
Matt Dawson more than likely
is one of them city fellers
who wasn't keen
on living at the ranch.
It's more likely Wayne Dawson
wasn't keen on
sharing the ranch with Matt
and shot him in the saloon.
By Jasper,
I believe you're right.
Let's not jump at conclusions.
Let's see what this says.
It comes from a lawyer's office
in Denver, where Matt lives.
Listen to this:
"We regret to inform you
"that your brother Matt
died of heart trouble yesterday.
"Since there are no other
surviving relatives
of Steven lobos,
"you are now full owner
of the lobos property."
Then it wasn't his brother
that he k*lled?
Mighty inconsiderate of Matt
to kick the bucket
at a time like this.
If we coulda got him
out here, maybe we coulda
straighten this out.
We are gonna
get him to the ranch.
You mean the dead man?
Douse the fire
and get some sleep, fast.
We got to
get started early.
I told you not to
disturb me till noon.
It's about them two cowhands,
they tried to Rob
the house last night.
Well, did you get them?
They got away after stealing
a special delivery letter
that came for you
from Denver.
Oh, so you let 'em
get away, huh?
They jumped me from behind--
I've been tied up all night.
Maybe Matt is coming here
after all.
If we is, we're through--
we gotta get that letter.
Saddle up the horses.
Now what are
you gonna do?
Write an invitation
to the deceased
inviting him
to visit rock creek?
Or write to marshal Conroy
stating, "having a great time--
wish you were here."
The postmaster promised
me a favor.
Meet me at the saloon.
With pleasure.
Now, don't forget to give
that special delivery letter
to Wayne Dawson
when he comes.
Sure thing, Cheyenne.
Thanks for helping.
Forget it--we're both
working for the same boss,
aren't we?
Looking for me?
Yes, I'm looking for you.
And I demand to know
by what right you had
to give my special delivery
to an unauthorized cowhand?
He told me
he was working for you.
He was fired.
Him and his goat-faced friend
lied to get on the ranch.
They're crooks.
And I thought they looked like
such respectable citizens--
at least the one
I gave the letter to.
Well, they aren't.We want that letter.
Why didn't you say so?
Mr. Davis dropped if off
here this morning.
Said he forgot to
bring it up to your house.
It's working.
For the life of me
I don't know why
you let Dawson
get his hands on that letter.
Don't worry, fuzzy,
I'm sure Cheyenne
knows what he's doing.
"My dear brother Wayne:
I've been feeling better,
"and on the advice of my doctor
I am coming to live
"on my share of
the lobos ranch.
"This should be
an especially joyous reunion,
"since we haven't seen
each other since we were kids.
"See you before noon
on the 15th.
"Your loving brother, Matt."
The 15th's tomorrow morning.
By tomorrow afternoon,
we're through.
Maybe and maybe not.
He could have
an accident on the way.
Sure....a nice
permanent accident.
[ Chuckling ]
Now maybe you'll
let US in on
why you had the postman
give Wayne Dawson his letter.
It was his envelope
with a letter in it
that I wrote
over at the post office.
And that's the real letter?
That's right.
I'll take charge of that,
just in case.
Now I'm beginning to
understand Cheyenne's theory.
The man I saw k*lled
was the real Wayne Dawson.
And the k*ller
is a crook.
He not only stole the ranch,
but also the name
of Wayne Dawson.
Give you time and Faye's help
and you'll figure it all out.
I got it all figured out,
except one thing--
how you gonna trap
that phony Wayne Dawson?
By getting somebody
to play the part of Matt Dawson,
somebody this Wayne Dawson
has never seen.
I know just the man--
he was a friend of my dad's.
His name is delhaven,
he lives in blairsville.
It might be dangerous.
I'm sure he wouldn't mind.
Telegraph him to meet me
at Boulder notch
tomorrow morning at 11:00
for instructions.
Come on fuzzy,
we're going to the harness shop.
Here you are,
hand-made special.
There's something extra
for your trouble.
Now, don't forget what
you're supposed to do tomorrow.
I'll handle the situation
just as you explained, chey.
Thanks again.
What's the idea
of having me stand guard--
are you robbing the place?
No, I was a legitimate customer,
and I paid a lot more
than this was worth, too.
Don't tell me--
it's a saddle for a m*dget.
No, it's a gift
for our friend Mr. Delhaven--
something for his stomach.
Something for his stomach?
He's gotta come in
over the pass,
and we're getting
a good early start,
so it looks like my brother
will have his reunion after all.
I know a good place
to ambush him
near Boulder notch.
I hope your friend
will be at Boulder notch.
I'm sure he will.
All right, fuzzy.
A good spot, mccord--
we can't miss him.
Looks like we're on time,
there's Boulder notch.
Yeah--i don't see
any sign of delhaven.
He'll be along.
There's a man in a surrey--
it must be Matt Dawson.
Look--somebody's
after delhaven.
Looks like Dawson and mccord--
what are we waitin' for?
Heeyah!
Put 'em down,
this isn't a holdup--
are you delhaven?
Yes, you must be
Cheyenne and fuzzy.
That's right.
I didn't expect
a reception like this.
Neither did we--that was
Wayne Dawson and his foreman.
We're sure glad
you got through all right.
That Dawson fella's
gettin' mighty desperate.
Are you sure you want to
go through with this?
You don't think I'm gonna let
those two scare me off, do you?
Now, remember,
you're the man from Denver.
Yes, I know--
Mr. Dawson, in the flesh.
That's right.
Take this belt and be sure
to wear it at all times.
That's a good one--
the initial "m" for Matt.
When you get to
the lobos ranch,
here's what I want you to do.
Just our luck--
those two cowhands
had to be out on the pass.
I hope they didn't see US.
They didn't see US,
I'm sure of it.
The only thing I'm sure of
is that Matt Dawson
will be here any minute.
You can handle the situation.
Remember Matt's letter
saying you hadn't
seen each other
since you were kids?
He can't prove
you're not Wayne Dawson
any more than
anyone else can.
But suppose he asks me
something about the family?
If he asks you,
it means he doesn't know either.
Give him any answer--
if he tells you somethin,
agree with him.
Oh, sure.
And if I make any mistakes,
it's been so long, I forgot.
That's right.
[ Carriage approaching ]
Wayne!
Well, Matt--you don't know
how happy I am to see you.
Come in and get comfortable
and tell me about your trip.
Most exciting--
you'll never believe this,
but I was attacked by Indians.
I'm sure they were Indians.
Takes more than a redskin
to stop a Dawson, eh, Matt?
I'm so glad you came through
all right.
Take care of my brother's team
and bring his bags in.
Oh, uh, I forgot,
this is my--
I mean our foreman, Bart mccord.
Glad to know you,
Mr. Mccord.
You must show me around
the place sometime soon.
I will.
You have no idea
how happy I was
when I saw your letter.
About you being well enough
to come out here and live.
A marvelous new doctor--
he told me this outdoor life
would keep me till I was 100.
Most encouraging.
Nice place uncle Steve
left US here, Wayne.
We must be
making lots of money.
Things aren't always
what they seem.
The fact is,
we're operating at a loss.
You know what
the real thrill was
in getting well
enough to come here?
Not the money--
the thrill of seeing you again
after all these years.
Yes, I understand--
it has been a long time.
Since you were 14 and I was 8.
Things didn't go
so well for dad
and you had to go live
with uncle Willis in Chicago.
Yeah, I know,
but that's been so long ago,
it's just a vague memory.
But of course you remember
dad giving US a belt apiece
with our initials on them?
Oh, yes, sure.
I remember that.
And making US promise
we'd wear thm
so long as we live?
Yes, yes,
of course I remember.
Well, I've never been
without my belt,
except for when
it was being made larger.
Neither have I.
Fact is, mine is in
the harness makers
being made a little larger
right now.
You know, age adds
a little here.
I feel so undressed
without it,
but I'll have it back
by tomorrow, sure.
Do you mind if
I go to my room?
The trip was just
a little tiring.
Oh course not,
Matt, my dear boy.
Your room is the second one
down there to the left.
How'd you make out?
Saddle up the horses--
we're going to
the harness makers.
If Wayne Dawson
had hurt Mr. Delhaven,
I wouldn't care--
I'd tell what I know
to everyone.
I don't think you have to
put yourself in danger.
Wayne Dawson will
hang himself with that belt.
But suppose Mr. Delhaven
does expose Dawson as a fake--
won't we still have to
find the body to convict him?
We won't have to find it--
Dawson will lead US to it.
It's a simple job--
a letter "w"
carved out of silver.
I'll draw it for you--
I'm sorry, but I'm backed up--
I couldn't get to it for months.
You make it for me by tomorrow
or anytime during the week,
and I'll give you
an extra hundred dollars.
Look, I couldn't do it
for you at any price.
There's no silver--
tried to get some myself,
wrote dealers
all over the territory.
Somethin' to do
with the government.
Are you positive?
You don't think
I'd turn down
a hundred dollars, do yo?
Nice work, Lem.
You really convinced him
with that government yarn.
Fast thinkin'.
You gotta do
some fast thinkin'
when you're lookin' for
a reason to turn down $100.
I hope to tell ya.
Boswick's stubborn--
what he needs is
a good beatin'.
I'll get him
to make that belt
for you.
Wait--i don't need boswick.
I'll get that belt
off of Wayne Dawson's body,
and it'll be the real thing.
I wouldn't be in such a hurry
to go diggin'--
let me work him over,
he'll come around.
Well, it's worth a try,
if you think you can do it.
You go on
back to the ranch.
Well, mccord,
wh-what are you doing here?
Never mind me,
what about you?
Havin' my harness fixed.
I don't see your horse
around anyplace.
I plumb forgot,
he's around the back.
You sneaked into town,
is that it?
I'm gettin' to
the bottom of this.
You can't shove me around!
Has anybody been in here
since I left?
No--what's the matter?
I get nervous spells--
I think it's the heat.
You don't mind,
do you?
You can bet I fixed that mccord
so he's probably still runnin'.
Are you positive mccord
didn't get to boswick?
I'm counting on you.
Cross my heart and hope
to swallow a pitchfork.
Fuzzy, I'm leaving Faye
in your care--
you stay here
and protect her.
Oh, now, chey--
you know how
women and I get along.
You don't want to
stay and protect her,
come with me.
It ain't that I don't want to
protect the lady,
but...where you goin'?
If Dawson couldn't
get the belt from boswisk,
he'll have to take it
off the body,
and I mean to follow him out
to where he buried him.
Hey, chey!
I'd never run out on you,
but Faye here needs protection.
I thought you'd
see it that way.
Where's the chump
who calls himself Matt Dawson?
What do you mean
"calls himself" Matt Dawson?
Matt Dawson is dead.
Is that what you found out
from boswick?
I didn't have to see boswick.
I found this letter
on one of those cowpokes,
that goat-faced one.
The letter we got
from the postmaster
was a phony--
there's the real one.
So that's it, huh?
You keep a watch here.
I'll look in his bags
and see if I can find out
who he really is.
Got him dead to rights--
found that telegram.
"Mr. Delhaven:
Need your help desperately.
"Meet marshal Cheyenne Davis
and his pal fuzzy
"at Boulder notch
tomorrow 11:00 A.M.
"He will explain everything.
"Don't fail me.
Love, Faye Wilkins."
So she told that marshal, huh?
You take that girl
out to the cabin.
I'll finish her
and that marshal off
at the same time.
I'll pick some men up
and go after the girl.
Yeah, but use the back door.
Cheyenne's probably
watching the house.
And when you go after the girl,
use the back trail.
I searched everywhere,
it oughta be
around here somewhere.
Fuzzy, what in the world
are you looking for?
Oh, that letter
about Dawson bein' dead.
I can't find it.
You don't think Wayne Dawson
found it, do you?
Well, not Dawson,
but his foreman, mccord.
When we was rasslin'
in front of boswick's, i--
hey, I gotta
go see somebody.
This is for you,
miss Wilkins.
Just a minute--
who gave you this?
I don't know who he is.
He just gave it to me
and said he was
a messenger from
Cheyenne somethin'
and it was important.
Oh, thanks.
Where's Cheyenne?
What is this?
A trap, and neatly sprung,
if I do say so myself.
Johnson--
come here!
Where is Cheyenne?
He'll be here,
just be calm, you'll see him.
Place your men
at the windows.
They'll make a nice
reception committee
for our nosy marshal.
And see that the lady
is made comfortable
until our friend
shows up.
All right, hold it.
Now put your hands up.
Oh, hello, Cheyenne.
Came out to see where
the body was buried, huh?
I'm surprised at you, marshal--
walking right into
your own trap.
I haven't walked
into it yet, Dawson,
or whatever your name is.
Just keep on
calling me Dawson,
until my men in the cabin
start to fire.
You don't think you can
get away with k*lling
a u.S. Marshal, do you?
I think I will,
if I can prove he's crooked.
I have the proof, you know--
robbing the mail,
using the mail as a fraud,
and sending an impostor
out here to claim my property.
That won't be
much proof from you.
You won't be able
to contradict me--
you won't be there.
If they sh**t,
you'll be dead
before a shot ever comes
from that cabin.
[ g*nsh*t ]
Drop it!
Sheriff! Chey's in trouble!
I had an awful time
tryin' to catch you.
Get a rope
and let's tie him up.
You don't need to
tie him up.
Nice place, this ranch.
Why don't you
sell your business,
Faye, and buy it?
Why do you think
I've been looking it over?
The next time you come to
rock creek for a vacation,
the lobos ranch will be
a real place to get a rest.
It'd be kinda nice
to have miss Wilkins here
waitin' for US,
instead of that mccord fella.
Thank you for
your hospitality, Faye.
Now we have to go to Bolton city
and report to marshal Conroy.
Before you go,
I'd like to say one thing.
I'm gettin' kinda old
and useless, I guess,
why don't you stay here
and take over the sheriff's job?
No, thanks. Maybe fuzzy
would like the job.
No sirree. The marshal's office
needs me.
I'm the toughest man
they got workin' for 'em.
Besides,
I'm the best rider they got.
[ Horse whinnies ]
Hey--who turned
my horse around?
[ All laughing ]
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Cheyenne Takes Over (1947)
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