The Sun Shines Bright Page #3

where you belong...

Now get going!

Uncle Plez...go on home.

And you profligate seed

of a noble line...

What right have you or anybody else

to take the law in their hands?

- I'm sorry, Judge.

- Sorry?!

Don't you know that we here in Fairfield

have a secret to keep?

And you try to lick a bully...

and start all the tongues waggin' again.

I'm sorry Judge, but when I heard

he was talkin' about Lucy Lee...

He was telling the truth!

And you can't kill truth

with a buggy-whip.

- The truth? You mean about Lucy Lee's...

- Yes!

Didn't you know that General Fairfield's son

was killed by a river gambler...

...in a fight over Lucy Lee's mother?

The matter's closed.

Now get your clothes on

and go home.

Go on!

There's a hack right here ma'am, that'll take you

anywhere you want to go.

Hack right here, ma'am.

Take you anywhere you want to go in town

for 2 bits.

White lady lookin' for lodgin'...

better go this way.

Thank you kindly...

I know this town.

Here, let me take your bag, ma'am...

No, no...thank you...

Just tell where you want to go...

I'm going to Mallie Cramp's.

And you'd better run along

like a good little boy.

Zack!

Dr Lake's...quick.

Got a sick woman here, Doc.

- Very sick.

- Bring her right in.

My bag's in the hall, Ashby.

I'm sorry sir...

but I just HAD to bring her here.

Is there any place I wouldn't go,

to visit the sick?

She stumbled off the freight-boat

from Cincinnati..

Wanted to go to Mallie Cramp's.

But I'm afraid nothing 'll help her along.

My baby...

I want to see my baby...

Lucy Lee.

Where's Lucy Lee?

I'm sorry, Dr Lake...

I didn't know.

I thought I heard somebody calling me.

Now...take me to Mallie Cramp's.

Jeff!

I declare, that last keg of whisky you got,

don't set well on my stomach.

I don't know why, Judge...

I got it from the same moonshinin' gentleman

where I got it before.

Well maybe they aren't sproutin' the grains

in a cool barn.

Sure ain't the kinda corn squeezes

that my stomach is used to.

Here comes Dr Lake.

Get rid of the jug...

Keep the glass.

What's the trouble?

Somebody came back to town...

Collapsed on the way to Mallie Cramp's.

Thunderation!

Ashby Corwin picked her up...

Brought her to my office.

She's in a dying condition...

...at Mallie's.

That's all that's needed...

...You being seen

going into Mallie's tomorrow.

We'll be turned out of office.

Yes, I think YOU will.

But I intend to visit her, like any other

sick woman who needs care.

I know you will, Doctor.

I'd do the same thing.

Uncle Billy!

Uncle Billy!

I HAD to see you, Judge...

I must know what's going on.

Who AM I?

I know Daddy Lake loves me

like a daughter...but...

Tell me, Judge!

Who AM I?

Why, you're his adopted daughter, honey.

That's not enough anymore, Uncle Billy.

You're mine, too.

You belong to all of us.

Every man jack

that ever rode for General...

Thank you, Uncle Billy.

Now I know who I am.

Andy Redcliffe...

...when did you start

handcuffing children?!

We just got him out

of the Tornado District in time, Judge.

They was braidin' it up for 'im,

down there.

What did you do, boy?

Nothin' Judge...

Please sir...I didn't do nothin'!

We couldn't wait for the girl to identify him.

Then how do you know

he did anything?

Bloodhounds treed him, Judge.

Bloodhounds!

Let me hear the boy.

I was just walkin' out

to the old plantation...

Like you told me...

To help with the tobacco-tyin', Judge!

Them dogs spied me,

and I started runnin'.

I made it to the piney woods...

But they kept gainin'!

So I climbed a tree.

The dogs kept leapin'

and snappin' at my heels.

Then these white gentlemens came

and took me down.

Lots of white gentlemens

were comin' up the road...

...hollerin'.

Lucky for him, we were so close

to them bloodhounds.

Andy, you know a bloodhound's a fool dog.

This boy may be guilty...

Then again, it may be a case of mistaken identity

on the part of the bloodhounds.

Now you take this boy to a clean cell...

and take care of him.

Uncle Plez, Mr Burnham will let you

carry his vittles from the Corwins.

Boy...you'll have a fair trial.

Race, creed or colour...

Justice will be done in my courtroom.

And Andy Radcliffe...stop being

such a dad-blasted fool!

Get your men together...

Go out there

and find the right man.

And stop chasing children around.

Yessir, Judge.

Hey, Judge...

They're comin' to get that boy...

What?!

Goin' plumb lynchin'...

Grass rope...knot...pine torches...

Got firin' pieces...belts...

Telegram the governor

and get some soldiers...

Get a whole lot o' soldiers!

We ain't got time for soldiers.

Jake!...Jake Viner!...

Jake!

Mr Viner...he run away, Judge.

Well I ain't gonna run away, son.

Judge...can I stay, too.

Yeah, you stay, Uncle Plez.

Hey...there he is, Pa!

Boys, I want to have

a little talk with you.

It ain't gonna do you no good, Judge.

We come after this boy!

Boys...you're all my friends.

I eat vittles in your homes

when I'm campaigning.

Get outta my way, Billy Priest!

You ain't gonna hold no fair trial...

...and drag my poor little gal's name

through open court.

It's being dragged more, this way, Rufe.

You can see that, can't you?

Is that the 'Krag Jrgensen'

that Teddy Roosevelt gave you?

Why yes, Judge.

It sure is.

And you used it at San Juan Hill...

defending liberty.

Now you want to destroy it.

We come after that boy, Judge.

We don't aim to do you no harm.

I know you don't, Buck...

I know you don't.

I don't want to threaten you

with this deadline...

I just want to reason with you.

That boy ain't been identified yet.

These dogs identified him,

didn't they?!

Sure!

All you've got is the word

of a fool dog.

It's been my experience...

...that a bloodhound

is the foolishest dog that is.

I don't remember of anybody ever

keeping a bloodhound for a yard dog.

They're such dad-blasted fools!

Judge...we came here

to hang that there boy...

Now don't you be goin' ahead...

...and doin' somthin'

you are gonna feel sorry for.

Beaker, I aim to conduct myself...

...so that YOU 'll vote for me,

come next Tuesday.

Get out of our way...

and we'll ALL vote for you.

Yeah, Judge...course we will!

If that's the price of your support...

...I won't pay it!

Come on...let's tear down the jail!

I'll kill the first man

that crosses that line.

I don't know which one of you

is gonna kill me...

But I know which one of you,

I'm gonna kill.

I don't want to kill you, Judge.

I don't want to kill anybody.

But so help me God...

I'll kill the first man

that crosses that line.

Even if it was my own brother,

I'd kill him.

You seem to be the leader

of this thing, Buck Ramsey...

Just cross that line

and get yourself killed.

Come on...come on!

Look at them fool dogs...

They know they ain't found

the real criminal yet.

Come on, Pa...

Let's get on home.

Billy Priest...

I rode alongside of you,

and I fought alongside of you.

But you're gonna live to regret this.

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