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They authorized the bank to pay it.

Thanks.

You'll have to sign for it.

Better look it over.

Well, I guess

I had collateral this time.

I'd suggest you leave town.

You couldn't pay me

enough money to stay.

Sheriff, we wanna see you.

We'll call a meeting tomorrow.

- Tomorrow's McCord Day.

- Oh, yes.

The day after tomorrow.

I guess doc was right.

They're gonna take my badge.

You're lucky.

Well, I don't care what they say.

I'm gonna give them a fight.

- Thanks for everything, Morg.

- You know, you look like a sheriff.

Sorry I'm gonna miss

that council meeting.

Me too.

Sheriff! Sheriff!

- What happened?

- Holdup. Shot Johnny Biggers.

Get the doctor. Johnny was

riding shotgun. I got him inside.

- How is he?

- Very bad.

Come on, folks, stand back.

Give him some air.

Here's Doc Joe.

- You want us to get him out, doc?

- No, not yet.

- Well, where did it happen?

- Other side of Abe Pickett's ranch.

Two men, faces covered.

Johnny shot one of them. The other

shot Johnny as we were getting away.

How is he, doc?

He's dead.

Mighty brave man, Johnny Biggers.

If I was sheriff, I'd get two for one.

McCall.

Sloan.

Hardman.

- Three is enough, Ben.

- I want one more.

You got one, sheriff.

Morg?

You lost your sidekick.

Next sheriff's posse, I'll be the boss.

Ben, three of us is enough.

Four, counting you.

Jim, show us where they jumped you,

and we'll get started.

Here's the place to pick up their trail.

One was hit in the right shoulder.

Dropped his gun when Johnny fired.

Let's go.

Hey, Morg, where have you been?

I've been waiting for you.

Oh, I had a little business in town.

- What's that?

- That little paint horse?

- Name's Dinky.

- Is he yours?

- Yours.

- Mine?

Dinky! Mom, look! I got me a horse!

Look, Mom! I got a real horse!

- Kip, you didn't say thanks.

- His name's Dinky.

My own horse!

Ain't he a beauty, Mom?

Wait, Kip! Wait!

Kip, you haven't said thanks.

Oh, he didn't even thank you.

He sure did.

Didn't you see his face?

- You're too generous.

- Don't fool yourself.

A man lives alone like me,

he gets kind of selfish.

He gives you anything, be sure

he's getting his money's worth.

You wanna give me something,

how about coffee?

All right.

- Howdy, doc.

- Well, howdy, Ben.

- No luck?

- Well, not yet. One's hit, though.

- We saw some blood a while back.

- Was he wounded bad?

Don't know. Clark said he got

buckshot in the shoulder.

- Where you going?

- Didn't you pass Abe Pickett?

- He passed us, going hell for leather.

- He rode into town the same way,

said his Annie had begun to holler.

I know Annie.

Fine, dependable woman.

Helped her bring 11 girls.

Always starts to holler three,

four hours before her time.

That's the kind of wife to have for a

man who lives way out past nowhere.

Be sure you get back

by tomorrow morning.

Don't fear, I'm not gonna miss

my birthday party.

- See you tomorrow.

- See you tomorrow.

Abe?

Abe.

- I've been asleep?

- About two hours.

She's here?

I'll read you the record.

"2:
25 a. m., July 16,

my 75th birthday.

"Delivered Annie Pickett

of a 9-pound boy. "

Boy?

"Annie says she will name him

Joseph Jefferson McCord,

"after yours truly, J.J. McCord, M.D."

You sure it ain't just another girl?

Well, I hope I'm not too old

to know the difference.

You better get in there

and see for yourself.

Annie! Annie, honey!

Annie?

Annie, honey?

Annie?

Well, Bessie,

you're kind of like Annie Pickett.

A world of patience

with us doggone men.

I'm gonna get some sleep.

You know the way home

better than I do.

Doc!

- Ed McGaffey.

- Oh, yeah.

- Can you come out to our place?

- Who's sick?

My brother, Zeke.

- I'm not sure I know the way.

- Well, just follow me.

Get away! Go on, now.

Come on, get out!

Well.

You're hurt bad.

Tell him how it happened, Ed.

We was hunting deer back

in the canyon. Buck jumped up,

and Zeke stepped in between just

as I was pulling the trigger. Sorry.

It was my own fault, Ed.

Hold that lamp closer.

Now, this is gonna hurt, son.

Well, old girl,

you've had your sleep.

My turn now.

Gonna be a fine day.

McCord Day.

How do you like that?

McCord Day.

Zeke gonna be all right?

Well, he should have

been treated sooner.

Think he knowed?

He knowed the minute

he laid eyes on you.

No, Ed! Ed, you can't!

No, Ed!

Ed! Don't!

Quiet! Quiet, everybody!

Dr. Joe is on his way in!

Hooray!

Remember, Sergeant Plummer will

blow his bugle when it's time to start.

The fiddler will lead the music.

Try and keep time.

- Sing loud so Dr. Joe will hear you!

- Hip-hip-hooray!

All right, get ready!

Here he comes!

- Dr. Joe?

- Doc?

- Where was he?

- Abe Pickett's.

I guess you'll find it here.

He always wrote down all his calls.

- You see it?

- Something else here too.

Here's what he wrote last.

"Ed McGaffey stopped me in the dark.

Said his brother was sick.

"Zeke sure was sick.

Gunshot wound, right shoulder.

"Took out load of buckshot. "

- Ed McGaffey.

- They killed Jim Biggers too.

I wanna be on this posse.

- You'll get every man.

- Count me in.

All right, sheriff.

Better organize your posse.

You better get home.

We have unquestioned proof

of who killed Dr. Joe.

To make sure of the immediate

capture of Ed and Zeke McGaffey,

the town council

is putting up rewards.

A thousand dollars

on the head of each man.

Dead or alive?

- Bring these men in.

- They ain't men, they're breeds.

- That's got nothing to do with it.

- I say they ain't men.

They'll fight and fight dirty,

like all breeds.

If rewards ain't for dead or alive,

they'll bring some of us in dead.

All right, dead or alive.

Get your posse together.

Sheriff! Hey, sheriff! Let's get going.

I'll give you a word of advice.

That's a tough posse,

and they're mad

and they're too many.

Show them who's boss

or you're in trouble.

Well, come on, then.

I never hunt with a pack.

All right. If you won't join me,

don't fight me. Keep out of it.

Your mayor sees it my way now.

There's a chunk of money

on each head,

dead or alive,

which means dead.

I'm gonna bring them in alive.

You'll never get near with that army.

They'll hear you coming for miles.

Sheriff, let's get going!

- Takes one man alone to do this job.

- What are we waiting for?

Come on, men, let's go!

- What are you gonna do?

- I'm gonna give you your last lesson.

You think you ought to

hunt him alone?

Well, it's safer than

hunting with a pack.

A fellow could get trampled.

- Where's Kip?

- Outside.

- He wasn't there when I came in.

- He wouldn't leave his pony.

Pony wasn't there either.

Kip? Kip?

Kip?

Kip?

Was he here when

the posse come by?

I'm sure he was.

He's playing sheriff again.

- He's followed them.

- There'll be shooting. He'll get hurt.

I'll find him.

His horse is too small to follow

that posse. I'll catch him.

Get in there!

- They're not here!

- Not in the barn!

Then burn the place down!

Come on, let's get the McGaffeys!

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