Texas

Quiet, folks.

I hereby christen you Windy Miller.

Look out for your eyes.

- AI, where is Windy?

- I haven't seen him since last night.

Anybody here seen him?

- No!

- Look out!

Put it up over the lights.

- Little previous, ain't you, Jim?

- It won't be long, brother.

You did?

- You got anything to say, Bud?

- Sure, I'm guilty, Judge.

I've been away so long from towns and

people, I just didn't know what I was doing.

I was with Sherman down in Georgia.

- How long's this fella been in jail?

- Since this morning, Your Honor.

- What time this morning?

- 3:
00, I reckon.

3:
00?

2:
30.

I sentence you to 11 and a half hours in jail.

Sentence to set back to 3:00 this morning.

- Now hightail it out of here.

- Thank you, Judge.

What's next?

Dan Thomas...

and Tod Ramsey.

You boys get up there.

You're charged with trespassing

on private property...

of farmer O. V. Martin.

And of stealing a hog, which was recovered

at the point of a musket.

Don't you Johnny Rebs know

it's against the law to go stealing of?

It wasn't against the law

for Sherman down in Georgia.

- What he means...

- I know what he means.

- How do you plead? Guilty or not guilty?

- Not guilty.

- What's that?

- Not guilty.

Why, Constable, you said the farmer

caught them red-handed.

He sure did, Your Honor.

We took the pig, Judge...

but we're not thieves. We were hungry.

We hadn't eaten for several days...

and we got kind of tired

of people closing doors on our faces...

just because we have

the wrong kind of uniform on.

Have you got anything to say

before sentence is pronounced?

We only came up to work on the railroad,

and we found that finished.

We're on our way to Texas.

Texas? It's a mighty good place

for the likes of you two.

You, Lee, and Beauregard,

and the rest of that rebel riffraff...

can get together down there...

and maybe you can start

another secession movement.

You dirty Yankee!

Danny, wait a minute.

You can't do that in this court.

What's the matter with you?

Order.

Order in the court.

You young whippersnappers.

I find you both guilty.

I'm gonna fine you $50 apiece.

And as for you,

I'm gonna make an example out of you.

I'm gonna hold you for contempt of court...

and fine you another $50.

We haven't got $50,

let alone him having $100.

Take them away. Next case.

Bats Delaney.

Take your hands off them.

Here's the fine for both of them.

That's a little bit irregular, Mr. Miller.

Everything's irregular

in this two-by-four court.

Including your remark

about Lee and Beauregard.

There's $20 for the fine of Bats Delaney.

Come on, Bats.

- He ain't entered his plea.

- He pleads guilty.

That $20, and the fine's only $10.

Take the change and get some of the stink

out of this place.

Come on.

Court's dismissed.

Come on.

- Mr. Miller?

- What do you want?

- We'd just like to thank you.

- Yeah, thanks a lot.

Don't give it a thought.

What outfit you boys with in the war?

Jeb Stuart's cavalry,

army of Northern Virginia.

I might've known it.

Nobody but a Virginian or a Texican

would jump a judge in his own court.

We'd like to work that money off,

if you'd let us.

Ain't often a stranger will

do you a favor like that.

I ain't no stranger

where a Johnny Reb is concerned.

I'm a Texican myself.

You boys still hungry?

I got the same appetite

I brought to town with me three days ago.

Bats, take them down

to Camp 18 and feed them.

And keep your nose out of that jug.

You boys look me up at the fight tonight.

Come on, I gotta get rid

of them high-collar dudes from Chicago.

Who is that one-man cyclone?

You mean you ain't never heard

of Windy Miller?

No, we never did.

But from now on, we're for him.

Where's that food he was talking about?

Come on.

Come on, let's have the fighters in here!

Quiet!

Ladies and gentlemen...

we beg your indulgence

for a few more minutes.

We can't start this fight

till Windy Miller gets here.

He's being detained at the hotel

on business.

What business?

The railroad's finished, ain't it?

Start that fight.

Get Windy here in a hurry.

- Get your fighters in the ring.

- All right.

Quiet, now.

The fighters will be right in the ring.

Get them out of here.

This is all right.

I think I'm gonna like this town.

Yeah. Plenty going on here, huh?

Introducing the pride of Camp 19.

The best track layer west of the Mississippi:

Dutch Henry!

Hurray!

Boo!

Quiet.

Introducing the pride of Camp 18:

Matt Sawyer!

Boo!

- What's the matter with you?

- My leg, it's busted.

Somebody get a doctor.

Get a doctor, somebody.

A fine time you picked to be a high-jumper.

Get him out of here.

We got to have a fight.

There's Windy now. Come on.

Don't you worry, folks,

don't you worry for a minute.

We'll have a fight

if I have to take him on myself.

- Come here.

- Hey, big fella. I'll take you on.

- Excuse me. May I get through, please?

- Go on back and sit down.

- I'd like to get through to the ring.

- Go on back and sit down.

- Wait a minute.

- Just a minute.

You want to make something of it?

Hey, you Jeb Stuart boy!

Come over here.

How would you like

to pick up $200 in a hurry?

I'd even spend some time

to pick up that much money.

Start getting out of your clothes,

you're gonna fight Dutch Henry.

No. Wait a minute. I'm no fighter.

Win or lose, $200 in cash.

I'll do it for $50.

What?

We owe you the rest.

You've got a good memory.

- I'll bet it on you.

- Thanks.

- What's your name?

- Dan Thomas.

We'll tell them Texas Thomas. Get ready.

All right, get him ready.

You're crazy to do this.

Henry's a professional fighter.

He'll beat your ears down.

- We got $50 to take us to Texas, haven't we?

- Yeah.

- Hold on to it.

- All right.

I told you folks we were gonna have a fight.

Introducing the champion

of the Lone Star State:

Texas Thomas.

Do you think that this is another one

of Windy's tricks?

Work him around to this corner.

We'll take care of him.

This is going to be a decision fight, gents...

according to the London Prize Fight rules.

There'll be no biting in the clinches.

When a man goes down...

that ends the round.

If he can't come to the center of the ring

and toe the mark inside of 30 seconds...

he loses.

- Are you ready, Texas?

- Yeah.

- Are you ready, Henry?

- Yep.

Let her rip.

Let me at him. Leave me at him.

What's going on here?

He grabbed Dan's foot.

You do that again

and I'll take you apart myself.

Get back there and let's get this fight going.

I'll bet you all thought it was real,

didn't you, folks?

Just a little entertainment I put on

between the rounds.

What did you let him see you for?

Round two coming up. Time.

Where's Tex? Where did he go?

Anybody see him?

Windy, here he is.

Come on, get up here and fight.

I'm all right, Tod. Don't worry.

Good boy, Tex. Go get him.

Wait a minute, Danny.

Wait a minute, Danny. Come on.

Time!

More water. Some more water.

Round four. Time!

How long is he gonna keep getting up?

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