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than I, but...

- Oh, to make you my deputy.

- You still haven't got the hang of it.

I beg your pardon?

I'm not gonna be your deputy.

You're gonna be mine.

You're not known in Dallas. Neither am I.

So I'll be Marshal Weatherby.

Nothing new in that idea.

A regular custom up north, I understand.

Hiring other people to do

your fighting for you.

I was at Chickamauga, Mr. Hollister.

My brother was at Gettysburg.

Well, you're something brand-new

in carpetbaggers.

Well, anyway, you can forget about

the Marlows. One of them, anyway.

You just swear me in,

and I'll kill off Bryant for you...

...all in the name

of the United States government.

There's to be no bloodshed.

I merely want them apprehended.

- Apprehended? Bryant Marlow?

- Yes.

You remember that little boy

I was telling Wild Bill about?

You're him, bub.

Boston bean.

I look like a Yankee cod,

but I hope I don't smell like one.

Might be an improvement

over a Johnny Reb.

Take it easy, blue-belly.

You're lucky I stomached you this far.

But that's the way it's got to be.

You're me, but I'm not you.

And... And when you're talking to me,

you're talking to yourself.

When I'm speaking to you...

...it's not me

I'm speaking to, it's... It's you.

Well, anyhow, you get the idea.

Anyway, I hope I can pass

for a railroading Weatherby.

You look that part more than

I look like Bill Hickok's downfall.

Only a Yankee tailor would outfit a feller

this way to ride across Texas.

I may as well tell you, I got into this

only to impress my fiance.

Well, you can write back to Boston

and tell her all about it.

- She lives here.

- Why?

She only came to Boston to visit me.

Her name is Antonia Robles.

She's very lovely.

- You ain't all Boston.

- What do you mean by that?

Codfish ain't known for warm blood.

I haven't met her family yet.

They're in cattle.

It seems they're involved in a land war,

so to speak...

...harassed by those Marlow ruffians.

Keep your hand off that gun.

We're looking for the Robles' place.

- Robles?

- Where is it? I'm the new marshal.

You are there.

Follow me, senores.

Don Felipe.

- This isn't the reception I'd expected.

- You are strangers.

I hope Tonia's more pleased to see me

than her father.

- Now, wait a minute...

- Antonia? Then you... You are Martin?

Do forgive me. You would be welcome

under any circumstances.

But coming as you do,

the marshal of the United States.

Antonia has told us so much.

I beg your forgiveness,

and welcome to Hacienda del Norte.

Let me present my son, Luis.

Luis.

I apologize for my son.

It was nortenos, men from the North,

that crippled him.

Oh, I understand how he feels about

nortenos, as you call them.

We call them carpetbaggers.

Oh, I forgot. Don Felipe, my brother,

Daniel Weatherby.

- Daniel?

- From the lion's den.

Father was a great Bible student.

- How do you do?

- Antonia made no mention of your brother.

Well, I didn't tell her about him, black sheep

of the family. Father kept him hidden.

- Martin.

- Tonia.

Tonia.

- Tonia, dear Tonia.

- Martin.

No, no, no. Leave them alone

un momento together.

You are Tonia, aren't you?

- Who are you?

- Well, I'm not Martin.

I know that.

But on the other hand, I am Martin.

Martin's my brother.

Hey, Daniel. Come in here.

Oh, Tonia, darling.

Martin, why have you brought

this crazy one with you?

Oh, Senorita Robles, Mr. Hollister.

You overdid that, Reb.

You didn't have to be so convincing.

I had to hush her up.

- Martin, answer me. Why is he here?

- To ensure success against the Marlows.

He's my deputy.

Or rather, I seem to be his.

Whatever he is, he needs a tight rein.

He needs a drink.

It's hard to explain, but it's important

that he be known here as Martin Weatherby.

No one except you must know who he is.

He has enemies.

This I can understand.

For your information,

I'll soon have fewer.

My interest in these parts

is the Marlow brothers.

My family must be told who you are.

They can be trusted.

That gringo-loving brother of yours?

Don't mislead yourself, young lady.

No gringo could be his friend.

Tonia, you must trust him.

He's come here to help us.

It won't be too long a hardship, senorita.

I promise.

I never expected a deputy fianc.

Martin was right.

You are very lovely.

And so is the Hacienda del Norte.

Good green land fit for cotton.

Got a nice, easy roll to it like...

Like your home?

I have no home.

You are Martin's friend.

This is your home.

Well, let's apprehend them.

Never launch an attack, Yankee,

until you know the tactical situation.

You learn that at Vicksburg, rebel?

Foreigner. I'll make it simple

so you can understand.

The best place to reconnoiter

is where the barleycorn flows.

I'm raring.

I can lick any man in the place.

- Howdy. What's your undoing, gents?

- Straight Kentucky.

I never drink before 5.

Set that glass right-side up.

- Why?

- Like I told you, turn it over.

By Godfrey, another one

wanting to lick every man in town.

- I said nothing of the sort.

- You turned your glass upside down.

- Let me cool this one.

- Wait, Dan. Don't draw.

That hat my brother's wearing,

he shot it off of Bill Hickok.

Yes, sir. There's Wild Bill's initials

right in the sweatband.

Dirty Dan here, he sure

cut the map of Kansas...

...through the old buffalo's hair.

- Sure enough?

That don't give him no call

to be so overbearing.

Bear with him, boys. A thing like that

goes to a young fellow's head.

Set them up, bartender.

The drinks are on me.

- My name's Weatherby.

- Weatherby? You're the new marshal.

Say, been expecting you.

New marshal's here.

New marshal's here.

New marshal's here.

Hey, folks. New marshal's here.

What'd you say your name was, marshal?

Weatherby. Why?

Seems to me I've seen you before.

You haven't.

Coulter's my name, Bar W Ranch.

Welcome, marshal. Welcome.

I'm Judge Harper of the federal district.

You haul in the culprits, marshal.

He'll jail them.

When the evidence warrants it,

Mr. Walters.

Evidence? Why, everybody knows

the Marlow boys...

...are back of all this plundering.

Nobody's seen them breaking the law.

Particular, aren't you?

Dallas will be run by federal law,

not by mob rule.

We're not wild Westerners.

We're facing east, and that's our future.

We intend to build industries here

and culture.

Dallas will raise people, not cows.

If your carpetbag riffraff doesn't

choke her to death in her cradle.

This seems a matter

for community action.

Back home, when faced with any problem

we had a town meeting.

I suggest we call one.

Where's your town hall?

- Yes, every town should have a town hall.

- We ain't got around to building one yet.

Well, I'll speak to Will Marlow about it.

Your judge here seems to think

he's a model citizen.

If you're gonna fool around over there,

you better take Dirty here with you.

Yeah. He ought to be marshal.

He sure ought to.

I told you to keep your mud tracks

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