The Texas Rangers Page #5

so bad here.

They Iike us.

We're among right people,

real friends

for the first time.

We've had a good time

together here,

haven't we, Jim?

We've always had a good time

no matter where we've been.

That's not what I mean.

I'm thinking of Rodriguez

when he climbed that cliff,

knowing that

he's gonna get killed.

Wasn't that one

of the finest things

you ever saw in your Iife?

Yeah, I guess

he had what it takes,

all right.

Poor old Hank, begging me

for a chaw of tobacco.

I'II bet he's up in heaven

right now, spitting down

on them Indians.

Captain Stafford,

Neal Evans,

they were

fighting fools, too.

You never heard me

talk Iike this before...

What are you trying to do?

Break me down?

You make me sick.

You turn my stomach

with that cheap sentiment.

What's being a Ranger

ever gonna get you?

If you're not shot

by the time you're 50,

you end up without a nickel.

I want all I can get

while I can enjoy it.

Me and Sam's gonna get it.

It's a two-way ticket

from now on,

and I'm dealing you out.

So Iong, pudgy.

Oh.

Hello, Amanda.

Hello.

How do, Miss Bailey?

I didn't know you were here.

I was just Ieaving.

Just Ieaving?

Seems you're always

just Ieaving.

What are you afraid of?

The measles?

I had them

when I was a child.

I had them, too.

Well, I guess

I'd better be going.

Must you?

Yeah, I got to. Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Nice fellow, that Jim.

Why doesn't he Iike me?

Don't fool yourself.

He does.

Got a funny way

of showing it.

You know what we was

just talking about?

Uh-uh.

We was talking about you.

No.

When we was Iooking

for Injuns,

he did nothing but

talk about you all the time.

Wahoo, you're joking.

Tell me what he said

about me.

Oh, he talked about your hair.

My hair?

The color of your eyes,

and the way you walk,

and your talk

and stuff Iike that.

He Iikes everything

about you.

Oh, you sure

could have fooled me.

Well, he's a very shy fellow.

He'd probably Iive to be

100 years old and not even

mention it to you.

Really?

Oh, another thing

he told me.

What?

That if he ever settled down,

it would be

with a girl just Iike you.

Oh!

Well, what am I

supposed to do?

Sit and yearn?

Not if you're

the kind of girl

I think you are.

It's mighty sweet of you

telling me all that, Wahoo.

Shucks, I don't mind

helping out a friend,

especially a fellow

can't talk for himself.

Here, drink your buttermilk.

Sweet.

(SQUEALING)

(CHURCH BELL TOLLING)

(ORGAN PLAYING CHURCH MUSIC)

Go on.

I had to fight

half the Indians

in the state

to sell myself

to Major Bailey

and get this job,

but it's gonna mean

money to us,

plenty and quick.

Now you're talking.

Kimball County's

the richest spot in the state,

and one hombre runs it.

He collects tribute

from every saloon

and gambling game.

He's got men rustling horses

and cattle.

Sounds Iike

a good businessman.

He's got

a hand in everything,

Iegitimate and otherwise,

mostly otherwise.

And he gets away with it?

What about the Iaw?

Law? He's the Iaw.

He's had the good citizens

buffaloed for a Iong time,

but some of 'em finally

screwed up enough nerve

to ask the Rangers for help.

Well, if he's the Iaw,

where do you come in?

I'm the Iaw, too.

You get it?

Sure, I get it.

It's a very pretty picture.

First you kick

this fellow out,

then I step

right into his boots.

Sam, you got a very

understanding brain,

for Iarceny.

I found out early in Iife

that the honest dollar

is the hardest one to make.

It's a pleasure

working with you, Sam.

You expect any shooting?

Oh, there's Iiable

to be a Iittle

justifiable homicide,

but it'II all be

very Iegal-Iike.

How big's your outfit?

And as many more

as I want.

Adis, amigo,

Adis,

Oh, hello, Major.

Here's your expense money.

If you make good time

riding tonight,

you'II be able to catch

the train at Bixby at 8:00

tomorrow morning.

I'II make it all right.

Best of Iuck.

Thanks.

Oh, thanks.

Thanks.

Thanks.

I guess that's about all.

Oh. Oh, no, here.

Thanks.

Jim.

What's the matter

with me?

I don't know

as how anything's

the matter with you.

Well, do you think

I'm pretty?

Yeah, I guess a man

would call you pretty.

Well, Jim, why don't you

tell it to me

instead of going around

telling other people.

What are you

talking about?

So you Iike my eyes.

I bet you don't even know

the color of 'em.

Right now

I'd say they were

a Iittle greenish.

Oh, and my hair

and the way I walk

and talk.

You Iike everything

about me, don't you?

Answer me.

Aw, Jim, why don't

you face the truth,

Iike me?

What truth?

That we Iove each other.

Oh, that's nonsense.

It's not.

It's beautiful, our Iove,

the way it happened.

It's all the more beautiful

because we didn't go after it.

Jim, it just happened.

Oh. Say,

don't you believe in Iove?

No.

But you do Iove me?

No.

But don't you know I Iove you?

No.

Do you?

Jim, I do.

I do, and I mean

every word I said.

You made me say it.

Oh! Jim.

(SINGING LI'L LIZA JANE)

(SCATTING)

Well, so Iong, partner.

Good Iuck.

I'II need it.

Do me a favor,

will you?

Sure.

Brush those things

off my back.

I don't see nothing.

That's funny.

I had a feeling

apron strings was squeezing

the Iife out of me.

I'II be glad to get out

in the wide open spaces

again. So Iong.

So Iong.

How do you do, gentlemen?

I'm Jim Hawkins,

Ranger Company D.

I'm Colonel Price.

GIad to know you, sir.

GIad to know you.

Where's the rest

of your men?

I'm all there is.

Only one?

Only one fight, ain't there?

That's right.

Well, Iet's get started.

Hello, Jake.

Hello.

Dave.

Yeah?

Meet Mr. Hawkins.

Mr. Twitchell's

our District Attorney.

Welcome to

Kimball County.

Thank you.

What can I do for you?

I got a murder warrant here

for Jess Higgins.

(COUGHING)

Say that again?

I said, Jess Higgins.

You must've heard of him.

Yes, yes.

Jess Higgins, yes.

Very big man.

Known him all my Iife.

Ain't I, Jake?

Yeah.

Yeah, well...

Who issued this warrant?

The Sheriff here,

at the request

of the Texas Rangers.

Uh-huh. Well, was this

a blanket warrant

or any particular killing?

It's for the murder

of the Hartford brothers.

I want the case heard

this afternoon.

(STAMMERING)

Oh, that's impossible.

I can't prosecute

a case Iike that

on a minute's notice.

Nobody's asking you

to do it in a minute.

You got a whole hour.

Uh-huh.

My dear Twitchell,

may I presume

on your hospitality

to the extent

of three fingers of rye?

I've had atrocious Iuck

at the hands

of Lady Fortune.

Never saw so many

small cards in my Iife.

Why, certainly, Judge.

I want you to meet Mr. Hawkins

of the Texas Rangers.

Judge Snow.

PIeasure, sir.

How do you do?

If you're Iooking

for justice,

you've sure come

to the right place.

Hawkins here

holds a murder warrant

for Jess Higgins.

What'd you give me?

I asked for rye,

not coal oil.

We're holding court

in an hour.

You're officiating

on the bench.

Why... Why, yeah.

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