The Young Guns

Going to get a silver saddle .

Whiskey and gold .

Ten thousand cattle .

Or never grow old .

Going to have a house to sleep in .

And never be cold .

Take 'em and keep 'em .

Or never grow old .

I'm going to ride with the best young guns and take what we're after .

I'm going to ride with the best young guns and go where we want to .

I'm going to ride with the best young guns .

To help that gang of fatherless sons .

Going to ride .. or not at all .

Going to get a silver saddle .

Whiskey and gold .

Ten thousand cattle .

Or never grow old .

Where's Yates? I ain't got all day.

He runs the barbers. Tully will take your money.

Yeah. I bet he will. But I'm particular who I trade with.

I guess I had better wait.

Yates won't be back for maybe a half hour, sir.

Bring my stuff over in the morning.

Yes, sir.

I think that's the right change, Mr Ethan.

Exactly right, son.

I forgot my tobacco.

Don't it make you itchy?

Knowing what kind he is.

Not as long as I can watch him.

You were watching, weren't you ..

The day those outlaws shot their way out of jail and killed my boy?

That all seems such a long time ago.

Eight years, come round-up time.

Almost forgotten it.

I ain't.

You ain't still feuding with the young fellow ..

Just on account of what somebody else did to your kid, are you?

Of course not.

We're practically old friends, Tully and me.

I come by near every day to chin with him.

Don't I, killer?

You'd think I was a preacher the way I keep after him.

I'll get him to recite for you.

You can see how much good I done him.

Sonny.

What place is that? You know, the one up there.

That's Black Crater. Outlaws and murderers.

Hold on. Not so fast.

The next question is, what manner of folks roost up there?

Outlaws and murderers, Mr Deputy.

What particular outlaws and murderers?

Matt Bowdre and his bunch, Mr Deputy. And all their kin folk.

What kind of people live down here in Chalmers?

Good, law-abiding folks, Mr Deputy.

Can't he finish loading up my rig?

I guess nobody but me cares how you turn out, killer.

Howdy, Sheriff Peyton. - Mr Edwards.

Nix is sure making that youngster dance fancy.

Jim.

What's the kid done to him anyway?

You think real careful, Tully.

Which place do you figure you belong?

Chalmers or Black Crater?

Which place? - Chalmers. Now leave him be.

Just keeping my eye on him, Sheriff.

His fool boss walked off and left him with the whole store to steal.

That's none of your business. Go on now.

Jim, he don't belong here.

They had no right to send him here to dirty up a clean town.

Ship him back to the detention house and have him transferred to Fort Custer.

Fort Custer don't take orphans.

He ain't no ordinary orphan.

That's the way his papers read and that's the way we'll treat him.

There's no law saying kids have to serve time for what their fathers did.

The time was when we used to decide what was the laws, Nix.

But not anymore.

Now we work for it.

Go on now.

Here.

That's the exact change to the penny.

I'll come back for my receipt.

He'd better quit, Sheriff.

I have to push real hard to call him 'sir'.

It's stuck somewhere in my throat. - Unstick it then.

If Nix or anyone else want to mess with you, you take it. You hear me?

When Matt Bowdre and his men get back up in the Crater.

Nix will forget all about you.

Suppose those outlaws don't ever get back?

Not even a gambling man would take a bet on that.

Just grow yourself some angel's wings, Tully.

No judge I know would dare convict an angel. Huh?

Okay, Sheriff.

By golly, I think I'll go and look for your boss.

And tell him what a courteous hand he has doing the chores.

Thanks.

That about does it, Mr Badgett. - Thank you, Tully.

Hey, Nix.

Matt Bowdre's daughter is in town.

Where?

I saw her going into Yates' store.

That is six dollars and a half all together.

Who do I set it down against? - I'll pay cash, thank you.

We'll take it out for you this afternoon if you like.

No. I'll take them with me.

Howdy, Miss.

How do you do?

Ain't seen you in town much of late.

If you will excuse me .. - Hold it.

Look. This lady is a customer. - She's some lady.

You settle down.

I'm going to find out what business you've got in Chalmers.

Nix and Tully are brawling down at the store.

He rough-handled a lady. - You should have stayed out.

I couldn't. - Maybe not.

But you was rough-housing a lawman. That don't go either. Not in Chalmers.

He was doing his duty.

Lock him up, Jim.

I'm charging him with assault and resisting arrest.

And I'm letting him go for insufficient evidence.

Evidence?

Look at my face. That's evidence.

I said I was letting him go. Come on, Tully.

This ain't no Sunday social.

Go on. You, move.

What are you staring at?

You heard him. Go home.

What do you think you're doing?

Here. This will keep your belly quiet until you hit Cheyenne.

When you get there look up aunt, Sally Peyton, on Tiler Street.

Say I said to put you up until I find a spot for you.

You wouldn't want me bunking there. Not a mad-dog killer like me.

Tully, I'm trying to help.

Find the girl. She'll tell you what happened.

I don't have to find her. I know where she is.

Where?

There's nothing but outlaw scum that live up there.

Who is she?

Nora Bowdre.

Matt Bowdre's daughter.

That still don't give them the right to push her around.

They ain't welcome in Chalmers.

Neither am I.

Wait a minute, Tully.

You're not one of them.

Then fix it so I don't have to leave Chalmers.

At least they ain't going to kick me out, up there.

This is the last kicking-out I'll take.

I don't think you'll like it up there, Tully.

If I can't get along with your kind, I know how to get along with the other.

Real well.

I won't be needing the horse, Sheriff.

Black Crater ain't more than a nice afternoon walk.

I'll appreciate the exercise.

You're wasting lead!

I ain't armed.

If I had eyes I could still see that.

You'd be yelling it's safe now.

I ain't even got a horse.

Serves you right then.

No man rides up here.

You don't come except to make trouble.

Come on out with your hands up.

Hold it, son.

I can see your face pretty good right where you are.

And I never seen it posted for a reward.

He is naked.

Yeah. And broke besides.

Who are you?

What you doing here?

Just looking for a place where people ain't so particular who I am.

Don't you get smart, young fellow. - Hold it, Rancho.

We don't just let anybody walk in here.

You sure you wasn't sent up here by the law?

Come to think of it, I was. But not the way you mean.

They just threw me out of Chalmers and I ain't got no place to go.

I got a feeling about you, kid.

You'd better be right.

Go on in.

You can stay at my place for pot luck. It's a blacksmith's shop.

The first place you get to. - If he gets that far.

Who's to stop me?

We got folk up there more or less your age.

They got an awful dislike for strangers.

Good luck.

Let him through, Ed.

Better save a little room for beans, son.

I see you made it after all.

I bet old Rancho you would.

Ringo Jones.

They call me Grandpa now.

Tully.

Where from?

Black Crater.

This is my grandson, Jonesy. Charlie's boy.

Shut up, grandpa.

I ain't said you could go.

I ain't asked you.

I suppose you'll be looking for a set-up?

Meat and beans don't come ready cooked.