Hang 'em High

l'm gonna have to carry ya?

Come on .

Oh , boy.

All right. Drop your gun belt, mister.

What's this all about?

The captain said to drop the gun belt.

Now!

They're wearing the Johanson brand , all right, Captain Wilson .

Whose else would they be?

Where'd you get those cattle, mister?

J ust where that brand says.

Wl LSON : Got them from Johanson?

That's right.

And you've got a bill of sale to prove it?

Hold it!

That's right.

l thought maybe you'd like to look at the bill of sale.

We'll look at it.

You say you got this from Johanson?

Yeah .

Mr. Maddow.

Mr. Maddow, is that Johanson's mark?

Johanson didn't have to make his mark.

He could write as good as you can .

Hang him .

Damn it!

Look, l'm an ex-lawman .

You can check with the sheriff, Dave Ramsay of Saint Louis.

Get Johanson ! Let him tell me face to face.

For God's sake, check it out!

Are we gonna hang him or beat him to death?

Enough !

Put him on his horse.

Wait a minute, the saddle !

You've no claim to that, Reno.

We got back Johanson's cattle, Captain ,

and we got the man that took them .

Now, l like to see justice done, but l'm taking the saddle.

Anybody want to argue?

lf he's a rustler, he ain't got nothing l'd want.

Ml LLER: Well , he's got something that l want.

l want his wallet. l want it, and l'm gonna take it!

Excepting if he's a rustler,

how come he didn't make a run for it when he had a chance?

Wait a minute, Loomis.

Now, tell me.

You bought some cattle from Johanson .

You saw the bill of sale.

With the mark where Johanson was supposed to write his name !

Yeah .

What did Johanson look like?

He's about 30.

Dark hair, dark eyes, heavy-set.

Pockmarked face, regular features.

You have an eye for detail , haven't you?

l told you , l was a lawman . That was my job.

Heavy-set,

pockmarked ,

about 30.

Liar.

Johanson was 60.

Well , maybe it was his foreman , or something , l don't know.

But we can go back there and find out. lt's only a day's ride.

We could check it out.

Mr. Maddow.

Wl LSON : Tell him .

l just came from the Johanson place.

H is herd was gone.

l found Johanson and his wife on the kitchen floor, gunned down .

Dead .

No.

Hang him . You're making a mistake ! No.

No !

Some people calls this hell , but you're still in Oklahoma territory.

Save your breath .

l don't know who hung you or why,

but if you're innocent, the judge will set you free.

And if you ain't,

they'll have to take the trouble of hanging you again .

So come on , get on your feet.

Water your mules and fill up a bucket of water for the men .

Marshal Dave Bliss. l hear you got a prisoner for me.

That's right, Marshal . Feed and grain store right across the street.

Here's the key. You'll be needing it.

Marshal .

Watch out for him . He's plumb loco.

Oh , God ! Oh , God .

Oh , my God .

Oh , God .

Oh , God .

You've come to kill The Prophet.

Take it easy, will ya?

Oh , God ! You've come to kill The Prophet!

Can you walk?

They're against me !

They spy on me. Oh , God .

They're scared of the wrath of God !

Get on your feet.

No ! Come on !

Even the prison wagon's better than this.

You've come to kill The Prophet!

Hold it! Oh , no !

Oh , God ! Oh , God !

You've come to kill The Prophet!

Damn you , hold it!

Stop or l'll kill ya ! Oh , God !

Well , what are you waiting for, Marshal? Shoot him !

Kill him ! What's wrong , Marshal?

Scared of cheating a hanging judge?

Kill him !

Kill him ! Kill him ! Kill him ! Kill him !

CONVlCT: We'll look out for ya, Marshal !

We'll tell him you done your best to bring him in alive !

Kill him , Marshal !

Kill him , Marshal ! Yeah , kill him !

Kill him ! Come on , kill him !

Hold it, damn you .

Kill him , Marshal !

lt's too damn crowded in here anyway!

Kill him , kill him . Kill him , Marshal .

God !

You chained him . Now you bury him .

That ain't gonna make the judge happy.

What was l supposed to do, let him escape?

l ain't saying you was wrong .

l'm just saying it ain't gonna make the judge happy.

Now that you've said it, Williams, move them out.

Girls ! Girls ! The tumbleweed wagon's here ! Come on !

Save us the live ones, Marshal , huh?

Marshal , you're not gonna hang them all !

Here she is ! Here comes that tumbleweed wagon !

And you'll send the drapery material over?

As soon as it comes in .

And l'll be needing more perfume.

A dozen bottles?

The cheapest, as long as it smells good .

lt's not for my girls. lt's for the Saturday night cowhands.

They come off the range smelling like. . .

Here come the tumbleweed wagon !

Hey, isn't that Billy the Kid?

Take a closer look. Maybe you'll find your old man !

Hold it!

We're going outside of town , do some target practice on them !

All right, move them out. Wl LLlAMS: Giddap.

Come on .

You eats twice a day, 8: 00 in the morning and 4: 00 in the afternoon .

U nless you makes trouble and get yourself short-changed ,

you get an hour a day recreation in the prison yard .

Better find yourself a spot.

Expecting another wagon in this afternoon .

You'll get used to the smell .

lf you don't, they got a sure cure for it.

They hang ya !

Sounds like Schmidt's fixing to have a little party this morning .

A party?

A hanging party.

PRlSON ER 1 : Them's 200-pound sacks he's dropping .

Gotta make sure them ropes hold up.

PRlSON ER 2: Always uses top-grade hemp, Schmidt does.

Oils it so it slides real good ,

snaps your neck like a dried-out twig .

Fine artist at his trade, our Mr. Schmidt!

That bastard !

PRlSON ER: No !

What kind of justice hangs a man before he's heard about his appeal?

PRlSON ER: No !

Come in .

Leave him . Without shackles.

Yes, sir.

All right, guard .

Your story checks out, Cooper. You're free to go.

$ 1 1 ?

And 40 cents. That's all McCleod had on him when we picked him up.

McCleod?

McCleod was running from the law,

holed up at Johanson's place, killed that old man and his wife,

and then you blundered in .

A stranger looking to buy some cattle, so McCleod sold you a few head .

He must've got a pretty good laugh out of that.

You wanna see what he looks like?

Come on . Now, come on .

McCleod took the money he swindled from you

and came into town , looking for a good time.

The row, that's where we found him .

May God have mercy on his soul .

You're free to go, Cooper.

With my $ 1 1 .40?

And the satisfaction of seeing the man that got you into this mess hung .

What about the nine just men who hung me?

J ust give their description to one of the deputies downstairs.

They'll try to pick them up.

Well , that's not good enough .

Cooper, you take the law into your own hands, and l promise you

you'll swing from one of those ropes out there.

l know a little bit about the law, Your Honor!

That's right.