Texas Rangers

During the Civil War, the only lawmen in Southern Texas...

the Texas Rangers... disbanded to fight for the Confederacy.

Ranger Captain Leander McNelly was also the local preacher.

He left his family and ministry to fight alongside his men.

After the war, McNelly returned to a defeated Texas

and found his wife and three sons gone...

taken by bandits.

In the ten years since the war's end

bandits have overrun southern Texas.

Now, the governor is looking for McNelly.

They say he wants to recommission the Texas Rangers.

(thunder rumbling in the distance)

Leander...

you know, that's a right pretty spot

for a resting place.

Who's the grave for?

The grave's for me.

Wait too long

ground'll be froze.

Leander, come spend the winter at my ranch.

You rode down, we'd have a place for you.

Be like old times.

I don't reckon I'll last the winter.

Governor said he sent some of his men.

You wouldn't show at the door.

Said maybe you'd answer for me.

The governor just wants to talk with you.

You don't got to say

yes or no or it's a cold September.

All you got to do is see him, Leander.

Hyah! Hyah!

And never underestimate the importance of the name

that you choose for a product.

"The Dunnison and Sons

"Automatic Drawer

for the Tabulation of Financial Transactions."

That just about tells the story, doesn't it?

Every shopkeeper in the country will want one

Before they even see it.

Well, that's good, because the prototype doesn't work.

It's a prototype, son, it's not supposed to work.

That's why they call it a prototype.

Look at this.

I've already come up with a solution

to the prob...

It's for your mother.

Why didn't you mail it while we were in Austin?

You'll see.

Past 4:00, Marshall.

We should get started

before these buyers get even more nervous.

I got a bad feeling.

You just got to border country today, Marshall.

You'll get used to it.

Coming down.

There you go.

Lincoln!

Mother? Jake?

Oh, thank goodness.

Oh...

Look how tall you've gotten.

- Nice hat. - Little brother.

What? You're going to be a lawyer?

- I just might. - How beautiful.

Oh, you still quick?

Come on, boy.

I'd like to thank

all of you for coming here today for the first

of what we hope

will be many cattle auctions

here in Las Coli...

King Fisher.

What's your business here, Fisher?

Come for my beeves.

This here's an auction.

You're welcome to bid when the time comes.

I bid 50.

50 what?

50 of them.

Marshall, I don't think you understand.

Around here, I'm the law.

Now, I'm taking my beeves home.

I can't let you take these cattle.

(men speaking indistinctly in Spanish)

(men yelling indistinctly in Spanish)

All right, all of you, fan out!

Come on! Come on!

Hyah!

Come on, let's get out of here!

Is anyone here?

Don't move and I'll shoot!

Don't move and you'll shoot?

What does that mean?

If I don't move, you're going to shoot me?

Who are you? What are you doing here?

My name is Lincoln Rogers Dunnison.

You understand, I'm not one of the men who did this...

so I'll be on my way.

I can't lift it free.

I can help you.

Put down the gun.

I'm from Missouri.

We was on a cattle drive

and stopped for supplies, and we got ambushed.

They stole all the cattle and killed everybody.

Didn't kill you.

I was trapped...

and they didn't see me

and I'm damn lucky that was the case

otherwise, I'd be dead too.

So, where you headed?

Brownsville.

Brownsville? What's there?

Texas Rangers are recruiting.

Texas Rangers?!

I'm going with you.

We'll get them bandits.

It's a long way to Brownsville.

I got a horse.

Name's George Durham.

Not so used

to sleeping under the stars, are you?

Well... there's nothing to it, really.

Just, uh, dig yourself a little hip hole

and then you fill a bandanna

full of saw grass

and stick that underneath your head.

It's the Lord's country, Lincoln.

Yeah... Lord's country.

Land this beautiful...

ain't no wonder

everybody's killing over her.

She's been here a long time before us.

She'll be here

a long time to come.

You are a philosopher, George Durham.

Hyah!

Brownsville.

We're going to protect

you people, least you can do

is contribute supplies.

You want a starving army?

Who's going to keep the crops safe then?

You fellas there

grab all the grub you can carry.

Get your irons and fall in.

We're riding south to kill bandits!

Afternoon, Rangers.

What's your business here?

By order of the community

I've got a vigilance committee formed.

Nary a Yankee, nigger or Mexican among us.

Unless you have the authority of the state

disband and disarm these men.

They won't have it.

We aim to protect our land.

Men who want to protect their land

they can apply to hire from me.

Governor's commissioned the Rangers

to do the protecting, mister.

Now, you disband these men.

You from San Antone?

'Cause you sure as hell

remind me of this preacher there.

It was some years ago...

some preacher man.

I don't recall no time in San Antone.

No, I suppose you don't.

Men, you can keep your guns to guard your homes

but that means go home.