(upbeat music)
♪ From near and far away they came ♪
♪ To search for gold and fame ♪
♪ Nothing could stop them beneath the sky ♪
♪ Young guns of Texas, riding high ♪
♪ All young men meet their match one day ♪
♪ Along the trail they ride ♪
♪ Fast men live on ♪
♪ And slow men die ♪
♪ Young guns of Texas, riding high ♪
♪ Guns will roar and men will fall ♪
♪ Then you'll hear the devil call ♪
♪ The trail you ride will end someday ♪
♪ Young guns of Texas, beware, beware ♪
♪ Be brave as you ride down the trail ♪
♪ To search for gold and fame ♪
♪ Some will ride on ♪
♪ And some will die ♪
♪ Young guns of Texas, riding high ♪
♪ Ride on ♪
(upbeat music)
(soft dramatic music)
(saloon music)
- Morning.
Hot day.
Say, I thought you might help me.
Been looking for a patrol that mighta passed this way,
maybe two or three days ago.
There were six men and an officer.
You awake?
- Ain't they heard the war is over?
- I thought you mighta noticed them.
Six Rebs and a Union captain.
There was a woman with them.
- Yeah, I remember the woman.
- Everybody does.
Did you happen to notice when they left?
- Does that woman mean something to you?
- I've never seen her.
Is the saloon open?
- It's open, but you won't like it.
- Buy you a drink?
- Don't say I didn't warn you.
(saloon music)
(punches landing)
(laughing)
- Pay off, Jeff.
Are you still trying to get rid of them shin plasters?
(group laughing)
- These are greenbacks, U.S.
- The bet was $3, metal.
- These greenbacks are as good as any metal.
- You keep them, and I'll keep the metal.
(punch striking)
- Now wait a minute, boy, easy, boy.
- Let him loose so I can handle him.
- Wanna put your money on that, Charlie.
- Now wait a minute. Get your hands off me.
- Turn him loose, and I'll show you.
- Double or nothing?
- [Charlie] Anything you want.
- We'll do this right, down at the corral.
My man wins, I don't owe you, right?
- Right?
(dramatic music)
(group chattering)
(dramatic music)
- What's your name?
- Tyler, and what's going on in this town?
- Old Charlie bet he'd hit the first man came
through the saloon door.
Till you butted in, I figured it'd be Pike.
- Pike?
- Glendenning's foreman.
They mostly work for Glendenning.
(soft dramatic music)
(group chattering)
(soft dramatic music)
(horse whinnying)
Here, I'll hold your gear.
Now, watch him.
Watch that right hand, too. Keep away from it.
He don't even use his left to eat with.
(soft dramatic music)
Watch that gun.
When he shoots, it's Katie bar the door.
(gun firing)
(group cheering)
(punch striking)
(group cheering)
(punches striking)
(group cheering)
(punch striking)
(punches striking)
(group cheering)
(punches striking)
10 to one on Charlie.
- I'll take that.
(group cheering)
(punches striking)
- Come on, Kid, give it to him.
(group cheering)
(punch striking)
(group cheering)
(punch striking)
(group cheering)
- Where you heading?
- Just thought I'd get me a beer, Luke.
- Ain't you forgetting something?
(coins rattling)
(horse whinnying)
You fight pretty good for an Eastern boy.
- Yeah, well I went to a good school.
- Sure you won't stay around here a while?
- Looking for a patrol that passed through here.
Captain and six men.
- And the woman with them?
- Yeah, that's right.
You know where they're headed?
- Seems like peace makes strange bedfellows.
Six Johnny Rebs and a blue-belly captain.
Don't be in such a hurry.
What do they call you?
- Tyler.
- Your patrol headed south two days ago.
Took the Comanche Trail toward the Big Bend country.
- How far is it to Mexico?
- It's far enough.
Depends on which trail you take.
- Thanks.
- It's all right. Figure I owe you a favor.
(horse whinnying)
- All right, what happened to it?
- Don't get in an uproar.
- I asked you what happened to the money.
- Well it looked like you was gonna lose,
so I bet it on Old Charlie.
- You idiot.
(soft dramatic music)
(punch striking)
- [Man] Two to one he gets up.
- I'll take it.
You bet two to one?
- Keep your paper.
- Why it's good U.S.
- All right, you're on, two to one he gets up.
(soft dramatic music)
(punch striking)
(dramatic music)
(horse whinnying)
- Hey.
Hey, Tyler.
(horse whinnying)
- What do you want?
- Me?
I don't want anything.
I just figured that, since you haven't got the price
of a meal, you might be interested
in a little free barbecue.
- Not at your prices, friend.
- Well, just thought we might talk about that patrol.
(dramatic music)
(soft music)
- What about this barbecue?
- It's a church social. They have it every year.
- You are a member of the church?
- No.
But you might as well know it, my old man's a preacher.
- Well I'm glad to hear that.
Because for a while, I thought I couldn't trust you.
- You're a man of little faith, Brother Tyler.
- Little faith?
And no money the way things turned out.
- Told you I'd try to help you.
- Well fair enough.
Now look, the patrol is heading down
the Comanche Trail to the Big Bend country.
I could use your help.
- I didn't tell you that.
- You didn't tell me anything.
- Look, all I know is a patrol came into town with a girl
and a captain and there was a sergeant called Dixon.
They bought supplies and left.
Paid for them in Yankee gold.
- Well there's 30,000 more where that came from.
- 30,000?
- That's right. They have it with them.
- Were you part of this patrol?
- Hmm-mm.
- Well, if you got your hands on that 30,000,
what would you do?
- Take it back where it belongs.
- Take it back? Why?
- Let's just say I'm a good citizen.
- How's the water, Jeff?
- Where do you think you're going?
Oh, Tyler, meet Morgan Coe.
- I heard Lily's back, and I figured she'd be at the dance.
- So will Glendenning and Pike and the boys.
- Well there's not much he can do.
He's already fired me.
- He'll think of something.
- Well, I haven't danced with her in a year,
and I just thought I'd go up there.
- Well, you put one hand on her
and it's gonna be Katie bar the door.
- I wasn't figuring on going there alone.
- Oh no.
Oh no.
Preacher gets riled enough if his congregation sees me.
All I need to do is show up with you.
- Well nobody asked you, Jeff.
Look, maybe I'll see you up there, if you think it's safe.
- Now wait a minute.
Preacher said I never did have sense enough
to come in out of the rain.
Wait until I get dressed.
(upbeat fiddle music and rhythmic clapping)
- [Man] Yee-hoo.
(upbeat fiddle music and rhythmic clapping)
- It's a little too late to stunt your growth,
but you still got time to grow
a little respect for your elders.
- I didn't see you coming, Pa.
I want you to meet Tyler.
He just got in town.
- Howdy, Son, sorry to see that you've fallen in
with evil companions before you get
the chance to put the root down.
- Glad to know you, sir.
- Preachers and politicians gotta have the grip.
- That's right, folks like to know that their government
and the church are in good, strong hands.
- He's leaving in the morning.
I'm gonna take him down the trail.
- How far you planning on going, young fella?
(upbeat fiddle music)
Jeff, why'd you bring him here?
- Do you think I could stop him?
- Morgan!
(upbeat fiddle music and rhythmic clapping)
- Howdy, Reverend.
- What are you doing here, boy?
- Your sign said Everybody Welcome.
- Church picnic's like the Kingdom of Heaven.
Everybody's welcome, but you gotta qualify.
(upbeat fiddle music and rhythmic clapping)
You figuring on doing a little dancing with Lily?
A gun's got no place on the dance floor, so I'll take yours.
(upbeat fiddle music)
- Is that all you wanted, Reverend?
- No it wasn't, but I reckon it'll do me for now.
(upbeat fiddle music and rhythmic clapping)
I reckon I better get the ladies to serving.
Folks are more likely to stay outta trouble
if they've just started into eating.
(upbeat fiddle music and rhythmic clapping)
(group chattering)
- You shouldn't have come.
- You've changed since you went away.
- [Lily] Morg, this isn't the place.
- I think you're prettier.
(group chattering)
(upbeat fiddle music)
- Why shouldn't Morgan dance with her?
- Because Old Man Glendenning doesn't like it.
- By the looks of it,
that should kinda cut down on her dancing partners.
(upbeat fiddle music)
- You're sure right.
- What's he got against Morgan?
- Well, Morg used to work for him.
Till he started to going round with Lily,
then the old man fired him.
And when they kept on seeing each other,
the old man sent Lily back east to school.
- Where back east?
- New England somewhere.
I don't know, you'll have to ask Morg.
He got letters from her.
(upbeat fiddle music)
You see, Comanches raised Morg, after they killed his folks.
He lived with them five years until he was rescued.
I guess some folks think some of that Comanche rubbed off.
- Who rescued him?
- Jesse Glendenning.
- Well now, Jesse, I didn't know you were going to honor us.
- Lily wanted to come. Now I'm sorry I listened to her.
- You can't refuse a pretty girl like that.
Sending her back east to school,
that certainly has agreed with that child.
(upbeat fiddle music)
Hey, I see you've put on a few new hands.
That don't hardly make sense with beef cattle
selling around here for three or $4 a head.
- They're paying $40 a head up north.
I'm making a drive to Abilene in the spring.
- Well there's no trail from here to Abilene.
- Then I'll build a trail.
It's drive them north or I'll go outta the cattle business.
- It's worth taking a chance, all right.
$40 a head, that's a lotta money, Jesse.
- What this country needs is money.
Then you'll see some changes.
- You mean, like a building for a new church?
We could sure use one.
That old adobe's about to wash down on our heads.
- Yeah, a new church.
And, an ordained minister.
- Ordained?
Jesse, a diploma's just a piece of paper.
I got my spiritual calling direct.
- That may be so, Sam, but all I've got is your word on it.
(upbeat fiddle music)
- That's all the dancing you get, Comanche boy.
(upbeat fiddle music)
- Hey, you poop out already?
- Pike.
- You leave that Pike alone, you hear?
(upbeat fiddle music)
- What's he gonna do?
- He's gonna get himself killed.
- Why doesn't somebody stop it?
- Two men fight, it's a duel.
Somebody tries to stop them, it becomes a war.
This ain't Philadelphia.
- It sure ain't.
(upbeat fiddle music)
- Keep playing.
(upbeat fiddle music)
- Don't do it, Morg. You'll be killed.
Stop it, somebody.
Why doesn't somebody stop it?
- Stay out of it.
Or you'll be a dead gentleman.
- I told you you was through dancing, Comanche boy.
(dramatic music)
(gun firing)
(soft dramatic music)
- You don't know how to use that thing.
Try and look like you do.
Come on.
(dramatic music)
(gun firing)
Come on, Morg.
(soft dramatic music)
- Let them go.
I'll swear out a warrant in the morning.
(soft dramatic music)
- I'm holding you entirely responsible for this, Jesse.
- There's never any doubt what side of the fence
your family's on, eh, Sam?
- No, sir, not where you're considered,
and let me tell you one more thing.
When the Good Lord that one man's gonna run
this human race, He's gonna come down here
and get that job done Himself.
- I gave Morgan his chance.
- Sure, you gave him a chance.
Let Pike kill him, or run away from the law.
Either way, you'd be rid of the boy, wouldn't you?
Let me tell you something else.
I'm talking to the sheriff,
and you're not gonna get your warrant.
- The sheriff won't be back until morning.
He's away on business.
- Business.
Jesse, you think of everything, don't you?
- Yeah, that's why I'm paying salaries
instead of working for them.
Come on, Lily, we're going home.
(dramatic music)
- Was that true what Mr. Shelby said?
- Honey, if you start listening to criticism now,
you'll spend so much time defending yourself
you won't have time for anything else.
- You did wanna get rid of Morgan, didn't you?
- What Morgan did was up to him.
I told him to leave you alone.
- Why?
- We've been all through this before.
You're my only heir.
I need the kind of son-in-law who can not only handle
what I've started here but double it,
triple it, if he's man enough.
- And you don't think Morgan's man enough?
- If I hadn't pulled that young scrub out of an Indian camp
by now he'd be nothing but a Comanche buck.
- What would that make me if I marry him?
A Comanche squaw?
(dramatic music)
- You're not gonna marry him.
- Don't be so sure.
(dramatic music)
- Want me to go get her?
- Nah, leave her alone. She'll get over it.
Take care of Whitey.
Get Pike's body back to the ranch.
(soft dramatic music)
(gentle music)
(crickets chirping)
(knocking on door)
(soft dramatic music)
(door opening)
(soft dramatic music)
- Jeff, where you been? I been waiting for you.
- I can't stay, Pa. I gotta see Ty down the trail.
- What does Ty want down that trail?
- You know that patrol that came by the other day?
- Yeah.
- Well, Ty says they got $30,000 with them.
- Now, are you interested in helping Ty,
or are you interested in that $30,000.
- Well, nobody ever asked a dollar where it came from.
- They've been known to question the man
that carried it, though.
- Well I ain't got it yet.
- You ain't likely to.
You're gonna find a Mezcalero Apache
around every one of those rocks.
- Well that's what I'm figuring on.
Them Mezcaleros oughta drive
that patrol right into our laps.
- Pa. - Hm?
- Will you come with me?
- Jeff, I ain't going down that trail with you.
- Not down the trail, just to the fork.
Morgan's gotta see you.
- All right.
Saddle my horse, I'll be with you in a minute.
(dramatic music)
(crickets chirping)
(dramatic music)
(horse whinnying)
- Jeff, why didn't you tell me Lily was here?
- [Jeff] I knew you wouldn't have come.
(soft dramatic music)
- [Sam] Young lady, you better be getting back home
before your father finds out about this.
- I'm not going back.
- [Jeff] They wanna be married.
- Married?
Jeff, you know I can't do a thing like that.
- Why not, Reverend?
- I'm going with them.
There's nothing you can do to stop me.
- Yes, I can. I can tell your father.
- [Lily] Will you?
- Look, it seems to me that you're trying to get
Mr. Shelby into an awful lot of trouble.
- Now wait a minute, young fella.
I'm not afraid of Glendenning.
- They wanted to ask you first.
If you won't do it, they'll get hitched at the mission.
- Mission?
Why a young, unmarried girl can't be out all night
long with three young fellas.
Why, that's indecent.
- Look, there's a priest at the mission.
Let's get outta here, come on.
(soft music)
- I think you're right, sir.
Coming, Jeff?
- Glad you didn't do it, Pa?
Nobody ever got anywhere bucking Glendenning.
- Ah.
(soft dramatic music)
Now wait a minute. Don't be in such an all-fired hurry.
(soft music)
Morgan, you line your horse up alongside of Lily there.
Jeff, you and Ty get over there and be the witnesses.
Take off your hats, fellas.
(soft music)
Now, who has the ring?
(soft music)
- I have this one.
- That won't do.
Didn't you bring a ring with you, boy?
- This wedding's kind of a surprise all around, Reverend.
I mean-
- If this would help.
It was my mother's.
(soft music)
- Morgan Coe?
Wilt thou have this woman for they wedded wife?
To live together after God's ordinance,
in the holiest state of matrimony?
Wilt thou love her, comfort her, honor her
and keep her in sickness and in health?
And forsaking all others, keep thee only unto her
so long as you both shall live?
- I will.
- Lily Glendenning, wilt thou have this man
for thy wedded husband?
To live together after God's ordinance,
in the holiest state of matrimony?
Wilt thou love him, comfort him, honor
and keep him in sickness and in health?
And forsaking all others, keep thee unto him
as long as you both shall live?
- I will.
- Who giveth this woman to this man in marriage?
- I want her found and brought back here.
Search every house in the area, if you have to.
Wake them up, get them outta bed.
I want my daughter, and God help anybody
who tries to hide her.
Now get outta here and don't come back without her.
(hooves beating)
- To those who God have joined together,
let no man put asunder.
I now pronounce you man and wife.
(soft romantic music)
- Thank you, Reverend.
- Now, young fella, I suggest you send that young lady home
and I'll have a talk with her father.
- Well if Mr. Glendenning wants to come to Chihuahua,
I'll talk to him.
- Chihuahua?
You're taking that girl into Indian country.
- Well it can't be much worse than white man's country.
(crickets chirping)
We better be going.
- Goodbye, Mr. Shelby.
- Goodbye, Lily.
(soft music)
- [Jeff] Take care of yourself, Pa.
- Son, I been telling myself that every morning
for 40 years, and it still don't seem to do any good.
- We'll ride tonight and tomorrow and camp tomorrow night.
So long, Pa.
- So long, Son.
(upbeat dramatic music)
- Come on in, Preacher. We've been waiting for you.
(dramatic music)
- Well, you find him?
- We found him.
He came back.
- What he tell you?
- Pretty tough old man for a preacher.
- The man can call himself anything he wants.
He's not more of a preacher than I am.
What'd he tell you?
- Not a damn thing, nothing.
He did get on with a few opinions.
- I'm not interested in his opinions.
- You find any of them?
What about that new kid, the one called Tyler?
- He left too. They must be all together.
- Tyler's following that patrol.
I told him they went down the trail toward Big Bend.
- Howdy, Jess.
Hear you been looking for me.
- Well, Simon, it took you long enough to get back.
- Well, I had a long way to go.
- I want a warrant for Morgan Coe, for murder.
- It won't be necessary, Jesse.
I can arrest him without a warrant.
- I won't be needing you, Sheriff.
This may be a long hunt.
- I just got back from one wild goose chase.
It won't hurt me to go on another one.
- I said I don't want you.
- I know you don't, Jesse. That's why I'm going.
If it is murder, we'll let a circuit judge decide.
I ain't pinning a badge on a lynching,
legal ... or otherwise.
- Oh, now that we're getting all legal,
maybe I oughta remind you that you hired
Morgan Coe as a deputy last year.
Maybe you aren't the man to go looking for him.
- No, you don't have to remind me, Jesse.
And if you hadn't stepped in, he'd have still been with me.
Now I'll get my horse.
(dramatic music)
- Rider following.
- Make out who it is?
- Well he's by himself, so it ain't Glendenning.
Let's go.
(dramatic music)
Try this. It'll help.
(soft dramatic music)
- Young ladies don't ride much back east.
I'm a little outta practice.
- I know what you mean.
(soft music)
I think you better rest now.
(soft music)
Any sign of the patrol?
- You're sure hellbent on finding this patrol, ain't you?
- That's what I came down here for.
- Can't tell.
Somebody drove cattle through here
and wiped out all sign of the patrol.
- [Tyler] If they came through here.
- Yeah, here they are.
Five horses.
One may have come through before or later.
- All right, this is where we'll camp.
Get an early start in the morning.
- My men aren't tired. We'll keep on going.
- I don't care about the men.
It's the horses I'm worried about.
This is where we'll camp.
- Simon, a man can get hurt doing what you're doing.
- I know that, Jesse. I've known it for a long time.
(whistling)
- What are you so happy about?
- Well a man oughta be happy on a honeymoon,
even if it ain't his own.
That Morg is as jumpy as a sack full of fleas.
- Come on.
- Well, I believe I'll have me a smoke.
- It's a good thing the reverend ain't here.
- Don't let the old preacher fool you.
Reason he's so pure is he's already done
everything he can think of.
And a few things that folks thought up for him.
Women mostly.
You don't have to believe me if you don't want to,
but he used to be known as the greatest
lover west of the Pecos.
(chuckles)
You ever notice how he walks with his head over to one side?
Well, a buncha nervous husbands grabbed him out of a saloon
in Demming and hung him one night.
It's the truth.
He'd be dead now if the local madam
hadn't run out and cut him down.
(chuckles) For business reasons, she said.
Yeah, it's why he walks with his head to one side,
sort of like he's listening for something.
Yep, the old man says there's nothing like
being hung to reform a man.
Saw the light the minute they slapped
the horse out from under him.
- Is that right, Morgan?
- Well, not exactly, but he's close enough, I guess.
Think I'll go take a look around.
- I'll go with you.
(crickets chirping)
- Where did you go to school back east?
- Connecticut.
- Oh yeah, I wasn't too far from there.
- Where did you go?
- West Point.
- Why did you leave?
- Well, my brother was an officer in the army,
and he got in some trouble.
- I'm sorry.
- I believe I'll turn in.
You better get some sleep, Honey.
We're gonna be up early.
(soft music)
(dramatic music)
- Don't you young people know enough to post a watch?
These hills are swarming with Mezcaleros.
- We know it was you following, Pa.
- Yeah, I just bet you did.
Well now, how are the newlyweds?
Young lady, you figuring on riding
clear to Chihuahua in that outfit?
- What's the matter with it?
- Well there's nothing the matter with it.
I think it's pretty, but you need some riding clothes.
Hey, wait a minute, there's a lady that lives
down this trail that could you fit you out.
Yes, she could.
She's just about the same size as you are.
- You mean Martha Jane?
- Uh-huh, if she's home.
- Well, more than likely,
there's some fresh cattle tracks on the trail.
- How come you followed us, Pa?
- Looks like someone worked you over, sir.
- Well, young fella, let's just say
that somebody tried to work me over.
Well, come on, you young people.
Let's get your gear and get outta here.
- Who are these Mezcaleros?
- You never heard of Mezcalero Apache?
They're gathering down the Big Bend Country.
You know, Indians hate all white people,
but a Mezcalero, he hates an Indian.
They raid Comanches, Americans, Mexicans.
It don't make no difference to them.
- Are they making war now?
- [Sam] They've never stopped making war, have they, Morg?
- I guess you're right, Reverend.
They'll fight most anybody.
But I figure we can stay out of their way.
- How about the patrol?
- Son, if that patrol's got as much gold as you say
they have, we're gonna end up having
a lotta rich Indians in this country.
All right, come on, let's get outta here.
(soft dramatic music)
- [Jesse] That's as far as you go, Simon.
- You sending me back, Jesse?
- That's right.
- Before you do, just remember,
you'll be back in town in a few days.
I'll be there.
- Suppose you let me worry about that.
- You sending me off only means one thing.
You're murdering the boy.
- You can think what you like, Sheriff,
but when the shooting starts, I don't want you
or your conscience to back me up.
- I'll take my gun.
How soon you figuring on catching up with them?
- Tonight or tomorrow.
They can only go as fast as Lily.
I'll find them.
Bring him his horse!
- You raised that boy almost like a son, Jesse.
There must be some special kinda hell
for a man who's doing what you're doing.
(soft dramatic music)
- All right, men, what are you waiting on? Let's go.
(soft dramatic music)
(cows mooing)
- That's our brand. How'd they get up here?
- They're a long way from home, ain't they?
Your poppa's really gonna bounce when he sees this.
- You don't think he'll ever stop following us, do you?
- Honey, your father owns something,
he likes to see it stay owned.
That goes for land and cattle, and daughters, too.
Now, this Martha Jane, she lives up the road a piece.
Whew, what a woman.
She deals in cattle, too, anybody's cattle, right, Morg?
- That's right, Reverend.
She steals them in Texas and sells them in Chihuahua.
Then she'll steal a batch in Chihuahua
and sell them up here in Texas.
- You ever met her, Son?
- No, I never met her. Heard of her.
- [Tyler] She sounds like quite a woman.
- Yes, sir, young fella, she's every bit of that.
Now, we better spell our horses down here,
because if Martha Jane hears any strange noises
she has a tendency to get a little jumpy.
Come on.
(soft dramatic music)
Martha Jane must not be at home.
Let's have a look around back.
(soft dramatic music)
(gun firing)
It's me, Martha Jane!
(gun firing)
- Everybody stay where they're at.
That you, Sam Shelby?
- Yeah.
- [Martha] I recognize Morgan.
Who's the other two peeping Toms with you?
- This is my boy, Jeff.
That young fella there, his name's Ty.
- Tell them to crawl back around the house.
- Go ahead, boys.
- On their bellies.
Stay and talk to me a while, Sam.
Sorry you gotta lay like that.
Always intended to put a door on this bathroom.
- Well now wait a minute, Martha Jane.
This don't seem very dignified.
- More fitting than you standing up.
You being a preacher and all.
What brings you up this neck of the woods?
Morgan Coe got himself married to Jesse's daughter, Lily.
And Jesse ain't exactly giving them kids his blessing.
- Morgan married her?
Bet Glendenning put that Pike right on his tail.
- Pike's dead.
Jesse's coming up here in person.
(group laughing)
- She's taking a bath, Honey.
- Oh, that sounds good.
Feels like I've ridden through a sandstorm.
- Well, help yourself.
Tub's out back.
- Hope she won't mind.
What's her last name?
- Canary, Martha Jane Canary.
Your daddy knows her.
(cows mooing)
- This Jesse's daughter?
- Uh-huh, now she's Mrs. Morgan Coe.
Honey, this is Miss Canary.
She says she's got some clothes she thinks'll fit you.
- They may bag a little, but they'll do.
Come on, Honey.
Morg, take your friends and move
those cattle down the trail a ways.
Temptation's a hard thing for a man to resist.
Sam, saddle my horse. I think I'll ride a ways with you.
- Martha Jane, you know Jesse's gonna be powerfully
disappointed if you ain't on hand here to greet him.
(laughing)
- Come on, let's change.
This thing's as rough as an old cob.
(cows mooing)
- Hey.
- Katie, bar the door.
- What are you gawking at?
Ain't you ever seen a pair of pants before?
- Sure, but it ain't so much the crust
that makes the pie as the filling.
- I wanna have a look at the horses,
so you folks shake a leg, come on.
- Miss Canary?
- [Martha] If you don't mind, would you please
call me Martha Jane?
- Yes, ma'am.
I wanted to ask you.
Did a patrol come through here with seven men and a woman?
- Yeah, they came through, yesterday.
- Did they stop by here?
Did you get a chance to look at the captain?
- They stopped by, but I didn't talk to no captain.
It was a Reb sergeant, called himself Dixon,
seemed to be leading the whole shebang.
They bought a few things from me, and paid with gold.
- May I see those?
- Don't forget where you got them.
- Did you get a look at the captain?
- No, he stayed back on the trail
with a couple of the others.
This Dixon seemed to be doing all the talking for them.
- What time did they come through?
- Late.
I thought they'd stay here,
but they just took the stuff and left.
Are you following this patrol?
(soft dramatic music)
- That stuff's worse than chewing on your own boot.
But you'll get used to it.
There'll be no fires till we cross the river.
- Is your family still in Philadelphia?
- Not anymore.
My father was killed in the Mexican War.
There's just my brother and I.
- [Morgan] You sound like a real military family.
- We used to be.
- Look, before we go on, I'd like to know a little bit
more about this patrol you're getting us mixed up in.
Are you figuring on catching them or joining them?
- We should be up with them by tomorrow night.
Why don't you just wait around then and see?
- [Jeff] I don't wanna wait until tomorrow.
I wanna know now.
Now you're from the North. What's this captain mean to you?
(crickets chirping)
- [Tyler] The captain's my brother, Owen Duane.
My name is Tyler Duane.
- What's your brother doing with a Southern patrol?
- Owen's a cavalry officer.
Just before the war, he married a girl from Atlanta.
And I guess he just loved her so much he just
forgot what side he was on.
Before the war ended, he got his hands on $30,000
which belonged to the army and headed south
before they could arrest him.
He and the patrol were supposed to join General Kirby Smith,
but Smith surrendered in Texas.
And I guess Owen just decided to keep on going.
(soft dramatic music)
- Morgan?
(soft dramatic music)
Morgan?
- Now you stay away from him, you hear?
- I'm sorry for him.
- Honey, the others are gonna start talking about us.
- Why don't you stay with me more?
- Well now how close can I stay
with six people on a honeymoon?
- Oh, Morgan, I didn't mean that.
I mean sit with me or talk with me.
We've hardly talked since we've been married.
- Well now what do you want me to say?
- Don't you know, Morgan?
We never used to have any trouble talking.
- Well that was before you went away.
- Have I changed that much?
- No, you haven't changed.
It's just that ... well, I've gotta get to know you now.
Get used to you.
I don't know what it is.
- Why did you marry me, Morgan?
Do you love me?
Or was it just to spite my father?
- Honey, I loved you
when all I knew were the Indian camps.
When you went away, it was like,
like half of me dying inside.
Now do you think I wanna do this to you,
dragging you down to Mexico with your old man on our trail?
Now what do you think Jesse's gonna do
to us when he catches up, Lily?
(crickets chirping)
Don't you think I know what he's got on his mind?
(sighing)
What choice I have?
Look, either you're gonna be an orphan or a widow.
Now do you wanna decide that?
Honey, after 12 years,
this isn't the wedding present I wanted for you.
- Morgan,
Morgan, I love you so.
(romantic music)
(soft dramatic music)
- Looks like she's long gone. Stove's cold.
- What about the others?
- I'd say they all left together.
- And Martha Jane went with them?
- I been wondering.
You don't suppose the preacher'd marry them?
- He's got no authority to marry anybody.
- Lots of folks down our way
couldn't afford to agree with you.
- Lots of folks down our way
haven't agreed with me for years.
Get some of the boys, and look over the draw.
See if you can find any more of my herd over there.
She's made a mistake this time.
- You ain't gonna change Martha Jane.
This here's the original Running Iron Ranch.
- I may not be able to change her, but I can make sure
she hasn't got a ranch to come back to.
(dramatic music)
- All right, boys, let's take a walk.
(dramatic music)
(flames crackling)
(dramatic music)
- Your patrol camped here last night.
(soft dramatic music)
Tyler, you better come and have a look.
(soft dramatic music)
- He's dead.
- They shot both of them.
- Apaches?
- No, if it was, they'd both be scalped, I think.
(soft dramatic music)
- That man your brother, Ty?
Sorry, Son.
(soft dramatic music)
We're gonna have to bury them, so let's gather some rocks.
- Well come on, Jeff, the captain died broke.
(soft dramatic music)
- Lace, must be a woman.
- Get out of my way.
(soft dramatic music)
(rocks clattering)
(soft dramatic music)
Thank God.
(soft dramatic music)
See who's in the other one.
(soft dramatic music)
(rocks clattering)
(soft dramatic music)
- It's that Yankee captain that passed
through with the patrol.
Woman must be his wife.
I'll get the boys and fix the rocks.
- Don't have time.
I want my girl back.
(dramatic music)
- You two young ladies better come with me.
(soft dramatic music)
- Well it looks like your brother took one
of them with him.
This one was shot a while back,
and I guess they put him out of his misery here.
- What about the other one?
- Oh, maybe he objected.
Well I guess that cuts down the odds some.
That leaves four.
- [Jeff] Looks like this Dixon wants a bigger split.
- How long have they been dead?
- I don't know. They're still warm.
But more than likely it's the sun.
(soft dramatic music)
(dramatic music)
- You see those twin peaks over there?
Well that's Mule Ear.
(soft dramatic music)
Now we're gonna head west past Mule Ear in the morning,
because we can't cross the Rio Grande south of here.
So you're welcome to come along.
- Thanks, but the patrol is still moving south.
- Well there's a couple of things I don't think they know.
First of all, they can't cross the river,
and they're in Indian country.
- Oh, come on, we haven't seen an Indian since we started.
- Son, you don't see a Mezcalero Apache
till he wants to be seen.
Right, Jeff?
- [Jeff] I think I'll string along with Ty for a while.
- Why don't you come with us?
You can't help your brother now.
- [Tyler] Maybe I wanna meet the man who killed him.
- I don't believe that's the reason.
It's still the money, isn't it?
- Well I guess we better get bedded down for the night.
Come on.
(soft dramatic music)
- Morgan?
Jeff's gone, and the preacher.
- Well it looks like Jeff figured
finders keepers, doesn't it?
- That old fool's gonna get himself shot.
- I don't know, that old fool used to be
pretty handy with a gun.
- He still is.
That darn fool son of mine running off like that.
I been looking all over for him.
Wait a minute, Ty, you're not going anyplace without me.
(hooves beating)
(birds chirping)
- They're still together.
Heading south.
- Right into Mezcalero country.
If they were heading to Chihuahua, why wouldn't they have
turned east through Dog Canyon,
or west by Mule Ear?
- Maybe they just wanna hole up for a while.
Anyway, we'll know pretty soon.
Can't be more than an hour ahead of us.
- Hit the saddle, men.
We'll be starting home by tonight.
(dramatic music)
- Jeff.
(soft dramatic music)
Jeff.
- Leave him be until we can stop the bleeding.
- Apaches.
Never saw them.
Patrol up ahead.
- Let's get him off the trail and under some cover.
Come on.
(dramatic music)
(guns firing)
(dramatic music)
- Well they quit using bows and arrows,
so they're not too worried about the noise.
It looks like you aren't gonna have
much of a patrol to follow.
- [Jeff] Apaches'll be back.
Get the girls outta here.
- It's all open country back up there,
so we better take them on down the wash.
- We can't leave you.
- We can't move him, that's for sure.
- What are you waiting for? Get outta here.
(dramatic music)
- Now you stay hid, you hear?
- Take care of yourself, Son.
(dramatic music)
- You take them down the wash.
I'll cover.
- All right, soon as I get around the corner, you come on.
Ha, ha!
(dramatic music)
- All right, give me a hand.
- What are you trying to do?
- I'm not gonna stay here flat on my back.
(dramatic music)
- It's the patrol.
(dramatic music)
(gun firing)
Now this way!
(soft dramatic music)
(dramatic music)
(Apaches whooping)
(dramatic music)
- Here he comes. He's got a Reb with him.
- If that Rebel can shoot a gun, we can sure use him.
(dramatic music)
(gun cocking)
(Apaches whooping)
- Let them get close, and fire when I do.
(dramatic music)
(Apaches whooping)
(dramatic music)
(guns firing)
- You load, Martha Jane.
(guns firing)
- [Martha] You load.
(guns firing)
(Apaches whooping)
(guns firing)
- Hold your fire.
They'll be back.
(dramatic music)
- [Jeff] Jesse?
- What happened to you, boy?
- You're a little late.
Apaches got here first.
- Where's my daughter?
- She's down the wash.
With your son-in-law.
- He married her?
I'll leave a man here with you.
- You're gonna need every man you've got.
(horse nickering)
- All right, boys, get out your rifles, let's go.
(soft dramatic music)
(gun firing)
(gun cocking)
(dramatic music)
(Apaches whooping)
(guns firing)
(Apaches whooping)
- Looks like Jesse's finally caught up to us.
(guns firing)
- Morgan!
Morgan, Morgan.
(guns firing)
- Lily, get down!
- He's dead. They killed him.
- It's not gonna make any sense to get you killed too.
Get down.
(guns firing)
(Apaches whooping)
(gun firing)
(guns firing)
(soft music)
- So that the sun shall not burn thee by day.
Neither the moon by night.
The Lord shall preserve thee from all evil.
Yea, it is in He that you keep thy soul.
The Lord shall preserve thy going in, thy going out.
From this day forth, forever.
Under God's gracious mercy and protection, we commit you.
May the Lord bless you and keep you.
The Lord make His face to shine upon you
and be gracious unto you.
The Lord lift up His countenance upon you.
And give you peace.
Forever.
(soft music)
Amen.
(soft music)
- It's funny,
Jesse and the boy ending up buried side by side.
- That's not so strange.
They started out together.
We're not gonna wait for those Mezcaleros to come back.
We're going home.
Think you'll be able to travel, Jeff,
if we take it easy?
- Sure, Pa.
If you help me.
- I'll always help you.
- Pa, where you going?
- You folks get on your horses. I'll be back in a minute.
Yes, sir, you can't be too careful
with all those thieving Indians around.
Glad you hid it for him, Jeff.
I'm right proud of you.
Young fella, I guess you'll be taking this
back east to its rightful owners.
- I'll turn them in to the nearest army post.
I've got nothing to go east for.
(soft music)
♪ Nothing could stop them beneath the sky ♪
♪ Young guns of Texas, riding high ♪
♪ All young men meet their match one day ♪
♪ Along the trail they ride ♪
♪ Fast men live on ♪
♪ And slow men die ♪
♪ Young guns of Texas, riding high ♪
♪ Guns will roar and men will fall ♪
♪ Then you'll hear the devil call ♪
♪ The trail you ride will end someday ♪
♪ Young guns of Texas, beware, beware ♪
♪ Be brave as you ride down the trail ♪
♪ To search for gold and fame ♪
♪ Ride on ♪