When the Daltons Rode Page #3

get back to town

and do some work.

Oh, now,

why did you have to bring that up?

No good lawyer takes more than

three hours for luncheon.

I'm not such a good lawyer, Julie. I haven't

made much headway with those land grabs.

But you've only

been here a week.

In that time,

I've accomplished absolutely nothing.

I haven't an idea in my head.

Well, I don't know.

I think you've got a lot of ideas.

Come on. Get up. Get up, lazy.

Ah. The key to success.

There's something restful about

watching a woman work.

Yeah, so I've noticed.

Where'll I put it?

Must be the family man in me.

Over there

should impress the customers.

Nice day for a picnic.

We went on a picnic yesterday...

the day before,

and for eight days before that.

Today, we're going

to finish this office.

Come on, now. Get to work.

Still a nice day for a picnic.

Have you heard

when Bob's coming home?

No.

Why couldn't Bob be a lowdown,

no-account worthless Indian?

But he isn't, so I'm going

to Guthrie where I belong.

What about your work here?

If you think I'm gonna stick around and watch

you and Bob Dalton raise a family, you're crazy.

I can't help it

if I'm in love with you.

If I were a man in love with a girl

who was engaged to somebody else...

I'd-I'd go to that other person

and tell him how I felt.

And what do you suppose

he'd think if I did?

I don't suppose he'd like it.

That's why I'm going to Guthrie.

Oh, you're like all lawyers.

You can talk well enough in court...

but you haven't the courage

of your convictions.

If you loved this girl,

you'd do something about it.

- I'm open to suggestions.

- Well, I think-

I mean- Oh, go to Guthrie!

Oh, Tod.

We're in an awful mess.

Excuse me.

- Has this place got a back door?

- No.

I guess I'd better get back to my office

before the shooting starts.

- Huh? Tod, wait a minute.

- Yeah?

How much would

two divorces cost me?

- If the judge were reasonable, about 10 years.

- Oh.

Oh!

It ain't worth it.

Ben! Ben!

- Ben!

- What is it?

- Rigby and his men are surveying our land.

- Where are they?

- Down in the lower pasture.

- Go get Grat.

Here they come, Rigby.

All right, keep on working.

I'll handle it.

What are you doing on our land?

I'm afraid you've made

a mistake, my friend.

According to our survey, your line ends

on the other side of the road.

You're not gonna pull that game

on us, Rigby. Get out of here.

I don't want any trouble with you, Dalton.

We've got a job to do here, and-

- Your job is over!

- Emmett! Emmett!

Look out, Emmett!

All right, pick him up

and get out of here!

His head must've hit on the rock.

What's the matter?

Why don't you get him up?

- He's dead.

- Dead?

Maybe you'll stay off

other people's property after this.

Better take him up to the house.

The only way to find out who's behind this

Kansas Land and Development Company...

is have someone go to the capital

and search the records.

Sounds like a good idea.

I'll get busy on it.

But it's too bad

you're leaving us, Jackson.

Well, I'm sure you'll be able

to handle it better than I could.

- Besides, you know everyone around here.

- Well, people are gonna be mighty disappointed.

But our loss is Guthrie's gain.

I wonder what's going on down there.

Jim! Yo, Jim!

- What's all the excitement?

- We just arrested Ben Dalton.

- What happened?

- He killed one of Rigby's surveyors.

- I'd better get down there.

- This change your plans, Jackson?

I'll let you know.

- You fellers wouldn't-

- No!

Oh.

A judge couldn't perform

a marriage ceremony, could he?

You'll have to wait

till court's over.

We'll wait.

You are upset, aren't you?

Not about the trial.

Still going to Guthrie

when it's over?

There's nothing else

for me to do.

Please close the door a minute.

Look, Tod, you may not have guessed it,

but we aren't children.

I was doing all right with my life

till you popped up.

- Why won't you let me talk to Bob?

- I can't, Julie. Bob's my friend.

All right, he's your friend. Is that sacred

relationship all that's left in the world?

- What about me?

- I know it's unfair to you, Julie-

"Unfair." Aren't you noble?

According to your beautiful ideals, I'm

supposed to crawl away somewhere and die...

so that you and Bob can be friends.

- Oh, there you are.

- Bob, we were afraid you wouldn't get here.

Got here as soon as I could.

Hello, Julie.

Say, what is this whole thing

all about?

- Rigby. He's making a lot over

an unfortunate accident. - Uh-huh.

But we haven't got

anything to worry about.

- How's Ben takin' it?

- Worrying more about his planting than the trial.

He would.

Oh, darling, you're beautiful.

Haven't changed your mind

about her eyes, have you, Tod?

He's got other things to think about.

Well, I think I'll leave

you two old friends to talk this over.

I imagine Bob would like

to see Ben before the trial.

Yeah, yeah, I would.

I'd better go and cheer him up at that.

Oh. Almost forgot.

I got this for you

in Benton, Julie.

Know what kind of a stone it is?

- Sapphire. Here.

- Why, it's beautiful, isn't it, Tod?

Yes.

Oh, I don't want you to feel slighted.

Here. See you in court.

I hope you have

more to say for Ben.

- Good luck, Ben.

- Thank you, Julie.

- We're all behind ya.

- That's nice of you, Mr Winters.

How do you feel, Ben?

Sit down right here.

Hello, Ozark.

You think you got troubles.

- Kinfolk?

- Nearly.

Everybody rise.

Hear ye, hear ye.

The court of the 18th district

of the state of Kansas is now in session.

Judge Lucius Thorndyke presiding.

Be seated.

The case of the People v. Ben Dalton.

Is the State ready?

Ready, Your Honour.

Defence ready?

Ready, Your Honour.

- I object!

- Object to what?

I apologize, Your Honour.

Proceed with the selection

of the jury.

Would you, uh, have any scruples against

inflicting the death penalty, Mr Osborne?

- Not me.

- The State accepts Jim Osborne.

You may question

the prospective juror, Mr Jackson.

If it please the court, the defence

has full confidence in Mr Osborne...

in spite of the fact that

he once was accused of stealing a horse.

Objection, Your Honour!

This juror isn't on trial.

Nobody ever proved

I stole that horse!

Counsel will refrain

from personal remarks.

I apologize, Your Honour. I'm sure the

gentleman who told me about it was mistaken.

Who said I stole that horse?

What's his name?

I believe it was, uh,

juror number three, Mr Norris.

Who, me?

I never said no such thing!

Any time Jim Osborne wants to steal

a horse, that's his business.

What do you mean, that's my business?

I sold that horse to Ed Pickett.

Didn't I, Ed?

Well, I paid for it. But when I went to

the barn the next morning, it was gone...

and two sets of harness with it!

Why, you-

We can't let Jackson get away with this.

Those are our men.

I'm afraid my learned colleague

knows that as well as we do.

Order! Order!

Take your hands off my pistol!

Order! Order!

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