What are you thinking?
Nothing, I guess.
Be glad to get home?
I guess so.
I suppose those--
those meetings with the cattlemen
were pretty boring, but...
you did get to see a lot of Montana, didn't you?
Yes.
Daddy, it's been a wonderful trip.
What's troubling you?
Look!
Oh, isn't she beautiful?
You sorry we didn't go back
with Steve and Trampas and the Virginian
instead of taking the stage?
Then what?
They're flying home.
I wonder where they've been.
Young lady, when we get back to Medicine Bow--
I know, sulfur and molasses.
Scavenger.
Why did you do that?
There was no sense to it.
Maybe not to you, no sense.
To me there was.
We had a garden once for food.
Animals like that would come and eat--
Come on, Lucy.
All the sense in the world to me.
Say, driver, give me a hand, will you?
Okay.
Watch it. Take it easy, now.
I'll watch it. I'll take it easy.
Can't be too careful with that little honey.
Worth her weight in gold-- more.
Driver, you know how many sewing machines
in this part of the country?
I never gave it much thought, Mr. Jones.
Jonesy. Everybody calls me that.
What's the matter?
I know that man.
Who? Him.
That salesman, the drummer.
Forget it.
That's stupid.
Phyllis!
Well, that is stupid. How can I forget it?
No, no, you can't, not right away.
Where did you know him?
A boom city, a tent town.
Do you really want me to try to remember?
No, no. I shouldn't have asked. I'm sorry.
Phyllis, I love you,
and somewhere we'll have a better life.
Where?
With me.
That's what I do-- I find you
and fall in love with you and arrange a better life.
That's what I do in this world.
I know.
People can start all over again.
Of course they can.
No matter what they've been or what happened to them.
That's right.
And I love you.
And I'm glad.
Folks, let's get onboard now.
Next stop is Sundown.
That's about three hours.
Let's get onboard now.
**
Everybody ready? Hyah!
It was in Denver, 1880 and 9.
A widow lady thought I was prettier
than a gaggle of cooked geese,
if you can imagine.
Wouldn't let me be, I tell you,
till I showed her how to use little honey here.
Then she upped and lost all interest in me.
Hanged out a shingle and called herself
a seamstress with styles right from Wichita.
Ain't that a thing?
Heh heh heh.
It's cold.
Cold or not, this kind of country
always makes him feel cold.
Yes, John and me can tell you about this kind of country.
Did you ever try and raise crops
in this kind of country?
Twenty-five years.
Well, it's done.
Tight as a tick on a yellow hound, dear lady.
I'm gonna get me one of these someday.
Well, there's no time like the present.
I can't sell this--this is my demonstrating sample,
but I'd be mighty pleased to take your order.
I said someday, mister.
How'd you like your daddy to get you
one of these come your next birthday?
Well, I'd like it. Betsy--
I was just saying to the young lady,
there's no handier way with a tuck
and a hem and a pleat than one of these here.
She could make her own trousseau
from hanky to nightie.
I'd be mighty pleased to demonstrate it.
We've got one in Medicine Bow.
Not like this one, Daddy.
I think we ought to have one
with all the latest improvements, don't you?
Oh, you do?
He's with them, all right. He's there.
What do you think?
Oh, I could try, all right.
Pretty far, though.
Try it.
You want to know something funny?
I'm in love.
With whom?
With everybody, with the whole world!
With trees and with riding up from Wyoming
and watching spring happen.
I've never seen it happen before.
What about them others?
Hmm?
What I'm saying is
I can't guarantee no hit from here.
What about them others in the way?
Let's try.
Sure. See what happens.
Daddy, you won't laugh?
Of course not.
I feel like I'm gonna burst!
Well...
when we get back to Medicine Bow...
Aah!
Say, I need some help here!
Hey, I need some help!
Let's go!
Aah!
What we got here, friend, is excitement.
Hyah!
Theo... that's enough.
Hey, Pauk, you glad you found him, eh?
Why don't you go take him?
I tell you, Theo.
He's not alone.
Looks like he's
made a friend or two might help him out.
'Sides, don't you want to be in on it?
Sure.
Not as much as you do, but sure.
Well, so do all the rest.
Let's go.
**
Well, nobody's coming after us.
That's one thing, at least.
Now. Why did it have to happen now?
Will somebody please say that it's all over,
that nobody's hurt, that...
That's all there is to it?
That's right.
It was some kind of mistake, and it's all over.
Far as I can see, it's done.
I don't see no one.
We don't know what's going on behind those hills.
And what?
Well, someone shot at us for what reason?
Whoever did it's behind those hills,
maybe alone, maybe with a regiment.
Hey, how far to Sundown Station?
Not far. Not too far.
Well, how far?
Half hour, about that.
If I have to, I'll use this gun.
That's a good idea. Ha.
What's the matter?
Well, the gun.
What about it?
Shoots around corners.
It must. Can't hit nothing with it aiming straight.
Least that's how I remember.
How long since it's been used?
Oh, about two years.
Tried to kill a wounded rabbit
with it at 15 feet.
My wife finally had to beat that rabbit
to death with her shoe.
Your wife got a sewing machine?
**
It's coming up, the way station.
I remember that used to be used as
kind of a stopover for army prisoners.
An arsenal, too.
Why, mister, we--
Howdy.
Cover the sides.
Hyah! Hyah!
CROFT: You folks got here early.
Been taking a nap.
Then something woke me.
The shootin'.
That's what woke me.
Well, yeah, that's... that's what it were.
Shootin'.
You folks been shot at?
**
Let's talk!
You haven't got a chance in there,
so what I got to say, maybe you just ride on.
So let's talk.
Seems a shame.
Seems a shame that a man was killed.
That's the way it had to be.
All the rest of you in a fright...
when all I want is one man.
George.
George Wilson.
George!
It's me calling to you, Pauk...
your old friend.
Come out to me, George.
George!
I know you're in there,
so I'll give you a little time to think about it.
Then you come out to me.
Just don't be all eternity about it, George!
Someone here named Wilson?
George Wilson?
Me, I'm never called anything but Jonesy.
Sometimes sweet Jonesy or dear Jonesy
or such-and-such Jonesy, but never anything but,
from time I can remember.
There's no George Wilson in here!
Who says?
Garth. Judge Garth.
He ain't in there, you say, George ain't?
No, he's not in here.
Well, that makes me a fool and a liar,
unless a man being lied to.
But either way,
doesn't leave a man much of anything except...
I could kill him where he stands.
Do it! Do it!
You do, and none of us will leave here alive.
He's the leader, ain't he? Pack leader.
Kill him, and the rest will run.
You ain't gonna do it, are you?
It's because you're a coward, ain't ya?
A craven coward with a smell to him.
You know how I know, how I know?
Just take a smell of me.
Coward smell!
How you figure I stay up alive so late?
One of you here be George Wilson?
Just keep on what you're doing.
Keep your mouth shut.
Maybe you'll get to live as long as me.
It's been a long time.
Let's talk.
Daddy, don't.
Don't be afraid.
He could've killed me here at the window
if he wanted to.
I'm Judge Garth.
Me shooting at you,
that was to make you understand about me.
And my not killing you, well, that could be
the bitterest mistake I ever made.
You let us go, and we've got no quarrel.
I can't do that.
You want George Wilson.
I want George Wilson.
Why?
Because he ain't fit to live.
I told you before he's not among us.
Have you got some reason for keeping him from me,
some reason that I don't know about?
You want to murder him.
That's true.
After George and I have had a talk,
that's what I'll do.
Well, then, even if he were with us, I--
And get yourself killed trying to stop it?
Now, Judge, it seems to me
that you're a man got things to live for.
I have.
Little girl?
I got something I want to tell you, little girl.
Your daddy puts me in mind of a man I once knew in Chickamauga,
a talking sort of a man,
and brave, brave as all get-out.
A man like that's aiming to get hisself killed.
Ain't nothing to stop him.
What are we standing here lipping words for
when all needs to be done is you send Wilson out to me?
There's no one in there by that name.
Then the boy's calling himself another name.
Boy?
Heart of a boy.
Got the face of a man, not quite making it.
He, uh, smiles a lot. Eager to please.
Then he goes and spoils it.
He's got, uh,
a thin sort of a frame...
and, uh, eyes running across your face.
Looking. Looking and asking is he pleasing you,
is he doing what you'd want him to do,
being what you'd want him to be?
A woman'd take kindly to him.
Would there be anyone riding coach with you
who'd be that boy, Judge?
No.
I tell you what, then.
You go in there and take another look around,
and then make up your mind
that what I want is going to happen,
and as much killing as needs be
to make it happen.
Here, I'll scratch it out for you.
Now, your coach is due in North Bend
in, what, two and a half hours?
All right. Now, it doesn't get there in 3:00,
they're gonna send riders out to check,
enough for a posse, maybe.
That means...
you got...
five, five and a half hours, you and us.
Excepting that I want time for things,
and I want time to get away.
I'll tell you what.
What you got, Judge, is an hour.
Now if George Wilson doesn't come out to me in an hour,
I'm gonna come in and get him and kill him.
And whoever else.
I saw a little girl riding in that coach, Judge.
Would she be anything to you?
No need to get riled.
I'm just asking.
Tell him.
Ben!
Take a couple of you, unhitch these horses.
What's that for?
Case some fool gets a fool's notion.
We'll just let them roam for a while.
You'll get 'em back, you do like you're told.
What'd he have to say?
Giving us one hour to produce George Wilson.
Been me out there, been Jonesy selling him a bill of goods,
he'd have give us till nightfall.
There's heaps of things could happen come nightfall.
Such as-- such as what?
Such as us getting free of him under cover of night, old man.
What else might happen?
Are you sure there's a George Wilson in here?
He sure is in here.
If there is...
If there is a George Wilson here,
I recommend he give himself up to that man.
That man means to kill him.
And us, if he don't give himself up.
Whoever he is,
there's ways of making a man say his name,
make known of a man, who he is, what he is.
There's ways.
How, with a gun, Mr. Wallace?
It's easier with a gun, but...
Hold on to this, Lucy.
However, there's other ways.
We know.
We saw you murder a doe.
I told you why. They's destructive.
We could all die here.
Tsk.
Well, I don't want to die, no sir.
Don't wanna die.
I'm sure there isn't anyone--
Now, you just listen to me.
Now, that's all that I ask.
Just all of you listen to me.
We're listening, Mr. Clark.
I am Harry Clark.
I'm 30 years of age.
In Philadelphia, I have a wife
with two children, boys.
They don't know where I am,
whether I'm alive or dead.
I... left them
without a word or even a touch.
What are they gonna do without me?
This is gonna be good.
Real good.
A man stripping his soul naked before strangers,
all because he's afeared--
Let him talk, old man.
I mean to.
Go ahead, mister. Say your say.
But the boys are bright and strong
and full of life and...
and, uh...
I, uh...
am a dying man,
not like the rest of you,
but truly dying.
Condemned to not more than six months of life
by a doctor, by many doctors.
Now, what I intend to do
with this last measure of life...
what I intend to do with it...
is to live it.
There are faces I have never known,
wanted to,
feelings I have never felt,
and... meant to.
There are lands and ships and cities
and streets and fields that I have never walked...
and now I will.
There is a man here named George Wilson.
I vote...
that he give himself up.
That's the nakedest thing I ever heared,
and I heared some things.
Ha ha ha! You win the cake, mister.
Tooth and eye, you win the cake,
and you know why?
Look around you.
You know what this place used to be once?
A prison, and me a prisoner in it.
Oh, they call me a trustee and all that,
but I's a prisoner just the same as the rest of them.
I've heared men on their knees
talking about dying,
but you win the cake, mister.
Where's this door lead to?
In the rock, the storeroom.
JONESY: It seems to me to get out of this place,
seems to me we need to know
is there a George Wilson among us?
Oh, there is.
You know which one?
**
Yes.
Then point him out.
It's your bounden duty to.
That belongs to the man himself,
out of conscience.
No!
Which one of you is?
Me.
I'm George Wilson.
**
Dead or alive,
and if we take him alive
he ain't but a whisper from dying.
Grayson hanging account of him,
my friend Grayson dancing on the wind
like...
who knows what.
Arno and Jayce lying there in the dust,
shot down like alley dogs without a chance to run, even,
on account of him.
On account of him in there.
Pauk, what they got there is a fort practically.
That doesn't make any difference.
You think he's thinking of that, or him,
their brothers lying there in the dust,
shot dead without a...
On account of George Wilson.
Oh, they ain't gonna run.
Theo, ain't nobody gonna run from here.
Still, Pauk, how we gonna get at 'em?
We couldn't even burn 'em out,
if that's what we wanted.
That's right.
Don't you figure they know that
same as we know it?
I know it, Theo.
Well, all they got to do is wait five, six hours.
No, they-- no.
Well, why not?
Because there's a difference
between them in there and us out here.
I'm gonna tell you something now, Theo.
You mark it and you believe it.
Maybe one of these days
it'll help you to live a little longer.
In there...
In there is people.
Do you know what I'm saying to you, Theo?
Hmm?
Well...
Yeah, a little.
Not us.
I mean, we walk and we talk...
even look like people, but we ain't.
I mean, there's not a one of us
wouldn't cut the other's throat
and not think anything about it.
And when you get to that, well, living and dying,
it just doesn't mean the same thing
as it does to the people.
Well.
I ain't got a big hankering
to get myself killed, Pauk.
Yeah, but you know it, boy,
that none of us gonna live out our span
the same as if we were store clerks.
That's a fact, Pauk. I know that's true.
All right. What I'm saying to you is this.
That people and them in there...
they got a reason for living.
And they're not about to risk
getting themselves killed for scum.
For George Wilson.
So I betrayed them, Pauk and the others.
I was through with that kind of life.
When the gang went in to take the bank,
a couple of them were killed.
Grayson was taken; he was hanged the next day.
What's left of them are out there.
That's why they want me.
JUDGE: Why did you betray them?
Found yourself a lady love!
Can you picture that for a reason?
JONESY: Not me.
I can't picture it.
Why didn't you just run away?
Wasn't that easy.
Like you said, I was part of them.
If I had run, they wouldn't have tried the robbery.
They'd have known something was wrong.
After I told the marshal he said
do what the gang wanted me to do--
create a disturbance.
A diversion somewhere else in town?
Yes.
So your friends were ambushed and shot down
while you were at the other end of town, huh?
There's something wrong with that story.
That's right. Sure it's right.
You know what's wrong with that story; so do I.
The lovesick man
to take his lady and run, just run?
How much gold did that town give you, son?
Was there a reward out for those other men?
Was there?
It wasn't that way!
I met Phyllis and I fell in love with her.
I saw her and I loved her.
I saw you and I loved you.
For money, is that how it was?
There was a reward for Grayson--
But I never asked you for money.
I never said you had to have money.
All I asked was for your love.
I thought it would make it easier for us.
It would help us to get to Mexico easier.
After we got married, all of it would be easier.
Don't you see that?
Leave her alone.
She needs quietin'.
I know what she needs. Leave her alone.
You know, it's not as simple as it seems.
He's a turncoat and a criminal, but...
we can't send a man out to die.
You understand that, don't you?
Truly?
Yes, Daddy.
It's important that you do.
It's very difficult.
I know.
All these people, they--
they don't even know him,
and yet their life's in danger because of him.
Your life too.
I'm not special, with everyone else.
JOHN: Enough thinking about it!
I've been thinking about it long enough.
Mister, you're nothing, and I'll tell you the truth.
Ain't nobody in the world I'd risk my life for,
not right now,
and the least of them is you.
I'm telling you, if you don't walk out that door,
I'll shoot you where you stand.
One way or the other you'll be dead. Now git!
JUDGE: Mister, put that gun down.
Now.
My husband never pointed a gun
at a man before in his life.
He could no more pull trigger
against a human creature than...
And he never took orders from no man, either.
'Twasn't you that stopped him from shooting.
It was the goodness in him.
The goodness.
You saw him take up a gun
and shoot a doe that seemin'
wasn't doing harm to nothing,
but it was seeing an animal like that
that put him in mind of the times,
the terrible times, the years spent
scrabbling for food from the earth,
only to see it scavenged, trod on.
And seeing a baby born too soon and die.
Lucy, what are you telling them for?
They ain't nothing to us,
no kin, no help, no nothing.
We're people alone.
Not now we're not.
Twenty-five years, him and me,
trying to get living off a piece of land
that only gave birth to stones and rocks.
Twenty-five years.
And now...
And now,
there's nothing more to worry about.
John and me, we're on our way
to the land of plenty.
A kin died in Tulsa, Oklahoma territory,
and left me $100,000.
Well over that, John.
A mite.
And that's where we're on our way to.
Get the money and live citified.
And...
And it's gonna happen, mister,
and you ain't gonna stop it,
not scum like you, nobody!
Come on!
Please.
**
How much more time?
About a half hour.
Have a kind of question to ask you.
Would you say that man out there
you talked to is a reasonable man?
He's a murderer.
I know that, but is he reasonable?
Why?
Well, I gotta talk to him,
and if you were a salesman like me,
you'd now it's better you know a little bit
about a person before you talk to them.
About what?
Well, my sewing machine's out there.
I figure we got a little less than a half hour
to come to a decision here.
Now, I guess what we could do is take a vote,
each one of us searching his own conscience
and deciding whether to send that man out.
I don't think we've got a right to do that.
Why not?
Has something to do with morality.
We're not a court of law.
I don't think the law has anything to do with it.
It's not the kind of law in books,
and I think we all should take a vote here.
There are eight lives at stake...
and I vote yes.
That's right.
Well, I guess I got a say-so.
I'm a man that's soldiered to Chickamauga,
so I'd advise you all to pay attention
because I look at the practical side of things,
and I'm gonna show you what they are.
There's three rifles
and about 50 rounds of ammunition,
and they've got good cover and all,
but there's how many out there, you figure?
Ten.
At least that, maybe more.
Well, seeing as some of us got sidearms,
what we've got here is a shooting piece for each man.
Like I said,
being an experienced soldier,
I calculate things like how good our chances be.
Well, they ain't good,
so voting formal or not, I say throw him out.
Looks like we've heard from four of you.
Anybody else?
Mr. Jones votes no.
Looks like they voted anyway, Betsy.
You've got a vote.
I vote no.
So do I.
Near as I can count it, we're even.
Four and four.
How much time we got?
You understand what's happening here?
Do you, mister?
Yes.
I doubt it.
You really expect me to walk out of here to them?
Yes.
Would you do it?
Why? I'd like to know why.
To save the life of somebody you love?
Well, you can't love someone who doesn't love you.
And I'm not noble.
A couple of days ago,
I was a thief and dedicated to it.
I guess that's all I'll ever be.
They can't get us, not in this place.
All we have to do is wait five or six hours.
We've got guns and ammunition.
Me, I'm getting out of here.
Not that I'm not enjoying the talk, you understand,
because I'm a man with a good ear,
and I figure years from now
I'm gonna enjoy telling it just the way it happened.
Oh, uh, begging you ladies' pardon.
Now, I'm a drummer, as you know.
I make my living talking,
and that's just what I aim on doing
right this minute.
About 15 minutes to shooting time?
About that.
Well, I got some talking to do.
You turning coward, boy?
Surrendering?
Old man, what we are is hostages.
Don't you know that?
Ain't no surrendering.
This ain't Chickamauga--
I didn't surrender at Chickamauga!
I did what any man'd do.
Don't you see?
The important thing is staying alive.
Prison ain't so bad,
once you set your mind to it.
A hero's just a coward
too scared to be called a coward
to my way of thinking.
All them men leaping up and clutching theirselves.
Blotting out all sight of anything...
All I ask is a kindness.
Didn't I tell you they'd get frantic?
Hey! You want to talk?
That's right!
That ain't the same one you talked to before.
Maybe that's good.
Come on.
Howdy.
Ahem.
Kind of chilly out here.
Don't see how you fellows stand it.
Don't you worry none about us, mister.
We'll stand it.
Well, that's your job.
And that's what you're gonna have to keep on doing.
You made up your mind?
That's right, there was a vote.
You ain't getting George Wilson.
You're gonna have to shoot your way to him.
If it was me, I'd spit on a rock
in disgust and ride away.
You can't shoot your way through stone, mister.
Ain't you smart enough to know that?
What do you want?
Tell me the truth--
you're gonna try to shoot your way in?
In five minutes.
I asked you a question. What do you want?
My sewing machine.
It's on the stage.
All those bullets flying around,
chances are harm will come to it.
Don't know a sewing machine yet will stand up to bullets.
He's loco.
I'm a drummer. I sell those things.
The shooting gets over, whatever happens happens,
and I go about my business again.
I'd appreciate it.
How?
Why, I don't know how.
Except when I tell about
what happened here at Sundown Station,
I'll put in a good word for you.
Well, you're one, all right.
I'm deep.
I enjoy.
I like things to happen.
Cause them to sometime.
Collect them, tell about them.
Makes it easier to sell sewing machines.
All right, go ahead. Get it.
Well--
Well what?
It's heavy.
I'm gonna need some help taking it down.
Yeah, you're a one, ain't he now?
Call me Jonesy.
Jonesy, huh?
Theo, help Jonesy.
Do you hear me?
Wait a minute.
Now, go on.
Help Jonesy get his sewing machine down.
Thank you.
You can call me Jonesy too.
Give me a hand, will you?
I'm gonna need some help taking it down.
That's real nice of you!
Jonesy. Open up!
Chickamauga. Chickamauga.
That's where it happened.
At least that's what they tell me,
'cause I didn't wait to see.
I ran
and I hid and I whimpered.
Well, I'm a coward.
I beg the pardon of all of you.
When they caught me,
I asked them for a little kindness.
They didn't shoot me.
Sent me to prison.
One prison to another, nearly 30 years,
then here, this one, the last one.
In 1880 and 9,
Montana came into the Union.
They stopped using it for a territorial prison.
Knocked down the cells
and turned it into a way station...
the same time my pardon came.
So I stayed.
Got used to it and stayed.
Why, I'm a station master.
There's something to be said for that.
Ain't there?
Yes.
Thank you, ma'am.
George?
George Wilson, come out here!
Well, it's come.
I'm not afraid, Daddy,
if that's what you want to know.
Pauk?
What?
They ain't panicking.
John, it's different now.
Before it was to kill a man in cold blood,
but it's not that way now.
They're shooting at us, trying to kill us.
What I'm saying is that if you're not
gonna use that rifle,
and I'm not telling you to do it,
I'm gonna use it myself.
No.
I killed a man.
John!
He's dead.
Because of you!
Croft!
How many?
Three.
We lost that many, huh?
Ben and Chappy-- All right.
Just telling you is all.
All right.
Pauk.
Hmm?
I think we made a mistake by fighting it out here.
You know what, Theo? It ain't over yet.
What's your thinking?
Whatever it is, I got some advice.
Oh?
Set your mind to knowing
we ain't gonna shoot our way in there.
You're right, Theo.
Garth!
Garth, I need to talk.
I'll talk to you.
Lower your gun and come on.
They want to talk, they're in more trouble than we are.
**
What do you want to talk about?
I've lost three men. How 'bout you?
We know you lost one.
More than that?
Probably more. I've been noticing your firing power
isn't as much as at first.
What do you want to talk about?
You figuring on going through this, aren't you?
Yes.
Well, then, you're a fool.
Now wait.
Don't feel too bad about that,
'cause I'm a fool too.
And I want to tell you about that.
You know what he did?
I know.
Now, if that's true, it's plain foolish of me
to try and reason with a man like you.
What's on your mind?
Garth, I got a sorry case
trying to shoot you out of there.
I'm convinced of that.
Why don't you just go away?
I can't do that.
I'm coming in and I'm taking George Wilson,
and then I'm gonna kill him.
I'm still going to do that. How?
Look over there.
At the hill.
You can't shoot at us none, we come from the hill.
You have a good time sitting on that roof until--
That's right, only we ain't planning on
just sitting on that roof.
Now, you got two windows this side of station.
Now, we pour enough fire through those windows,
and then we send a man down the side of that hill
with, say, something that'll explode real fine,
and he drops that something through one of those windows.
Garth, you ever see the mess
that a canteen filled with bullets,
gunpowder, and what
Was used in the Johnson County War.
Why are you telling me all this?
I don't enjoy killing very much,
but I want George Wilson and you won't give him to me.
I thought maybe it'd change your mind some
if you was to know that in about ten minutes
you were gonna have a room full of screaming people,
'cause those that ain't killed
are gonna find themselves suddenly cripples.
They'd be ducks in a barrel.
About ten minutes, Garth?
**
What did he want?
Wanted to let us know we don't have a chance.
Why not?
They're gonna make a bomb.
Throw it through one of those windows over there.
Oh, can't we do anything to stop them?
I don't think so.
I mean, can't we block up the window
or do something?
We could,
but they could just as easily
blow a hole through the roof
and let the bomb in through there.
We got about ten minutes.
To me it doesn't make very much difference
anymore what we do now.
Matter of fact...
Matter of fact I'd just as soon stay,
let them do what they're gonna do,
have the rest of you all dead
the way he's dead.
It's only right that it should not come to an end
until you all suffer for it.
I think you've all lost your reason.
Look, does the idea of dying appeal to you so much that--
It's murder.
Garth, you're murdering your own daughter, and why?
Because of him, the killer of us all?
Listen, I'm a dying man,
and nobody knows better than I
how precious life is.
It's wrong to want to die.
Wrong.
This is gonna be a thing, ain't it?
That's what it's gonna be, Theo.
**
Like I tell anybody who wants to know,
I'm deep.
I think about things,
and I'm not afraid of what's gonna happen.
Sorrier than a shoat with a cut snout,
but not afraid.
Far as I'm concerned,
we made a decision because we believed it.
Far as I'm concerned, ain't nothing's changed.
What do you think, Judge?
Garth? All finished, Garth!
There's not much time to make up your mind!
You hear me?
'Course you hear me.
Well.
I happen to agree with Mr. Jones in that--
Jonesy.
With Jonesy.
That basically nothing's changed.
Everything inside me cries out against
sending a man out to his death.
Because we don't have the right.
'Cept one thing is changed.
That's where Jonesy's wrong.
One thing has changed.
Before we had a pretty good chance
of getting out of here alive, but...
now we have almost no chance at all.
BETSY: I don't understand.
HARRY: Garth, you're murdering your own daughter.
Isn't that what you're trying to tell her?
What you said is not true.
It's true, Betsy.
A few hours ago you were just a girl
on a stagecoach ride.
Now?
Look.
Whose fault is that?
Not my father's. It's everybody's!
It's nobody's.
I made my choice the same as everybody else did.
I did.
Betsy, you're so young.
That means you have so much life ahead of you.
I think maybe...
Then you will be a murderer if you send that man out there.
Yes.
We've got about five minutes.
Mister, something was said a while ago by her.
She said she wanted your love.
Isn't that what you said?
Yes.
You gonna kill her?
Lady?
Don't touch her!
You remember me, don't ya?
A tent city called Albemarle.
"Jonesy," you said,
and I remember it clear as anything,
"Jonesy, I never met a nicer man than you before."
You remember you said that?
Sure you remember.
And I told you something pretty right back.
We laughed a lot that night.
Do you remember that?
Later you asked me not to leave,
but I had to,
'cause I had sewing machines to sell.
But I tell you this, and it's true--
since that time,
I never forgot about you.
I'm not looking at your lovey-doo,
but I'd wager all he's doing is looking at me angry,
not pointing his gun at me or nothing manly.
Dearie, what do you have with a man like that,
a chickenheart of a man
afraid to go to his dying alone?
I'm sorry for him,
and I love him.
Then there's nothing I can say,
except you're lucky not having to spend a lifetime with him.
Truly?
Till now you never said it.
Till now I never said it to any man.
I never felt sorry for a man before.
I guess I needed
to feel that to feel love.
It's your last chance, Garth!
Time's all run out.
Time's all gone.
Dearie, no. He won't do it.
I'm telling you, he won't do it.
Wilson!
Pauk!
Unh!
Let him go.
By Hector, we won us a war.
Some of us did.
Give us a hand, will you?
I could use a little help.
Easy. Take it easy, Judge.
Little honey ain't scratched yet.
Ain't no reason to scratch her now.
Now, uh, Jonesy?
About this gadget.
Ain't a gadget, Judge.
Oh, sorry.
It's a sewing machine. Nips, tucks, hems.
I understand it sews on buttons, too.
Tighter than a tick on a yellow hound.
Well. What's on your mind, Judge?
Betsy tells me the one we have
in Medicine Bow can't sew on buttons.
Well, I take that as a formal invitation
to drop in and demonstrate.