The Ox-Bow Incident Page #3

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regular office hours.

That the judge's

better half?

His housekeeper.

His wife's dead.

Well, you can see why

there's times when...

the judge don't seem to be able

to make up his own mind.

[ Man ]

Come in!. Come in!.

He says come in!

Well, well, Carter,

how are things out

in your neck of the woods?

- All right, I guess,Judge.

- You don't appear to have been...

pining away, exactly,

since last I saw you.

- And what can I do

for you gentlemen?

- We're here for Mr. Davies.

Oh. How is my friend Davies?

Well, I trust.

Yes, but could we see you alone

for a minute,Judge?

- Oh, a matter of a private nature, eh?

- Yes, sir.

[ Art ]

Mr. Davies said particularly

just you and Sheriff Risley.

- Risley ain't here.

He deputized me.

- Where'd the sheriff go?

Down to Kinkaid's ranch

early this morning.

When will he be back?

He didn't say.

Couple of days maybe.

But anything you can tell him

you can tell me.

Sure, we know that, Butch,

but we're here for Mr. Davies.

If the judge thinks

it's your job, he'll tell you.

Certainly, Mapes, certainly.

All right. But if

it's a sheriff's job, call me, see.

Naturally.

Well, what can I do

for you gentlemen?

[ Horses Galloping ]

Ain't so much that Mr. Davies

don't want 'em to go.

It's just he wants to make sure

a posse's sworn in to bring

him in for a fair trial.

That's why we wanted

you and the sheriff to hurry.

Confound it, men.

The sheriff's not here.

Today of all days.

You can talk to them.

They'll listen to you.

No. No, no, that's not my job.

I haven't any police authority.

- Where are you going, Mapes?

- There's a posse forming,

in case you hadn't heard.

That's sheriff work, ain't it?

That's no posse. That's

a lawless, lynching mob.

It'll be a posse

when I get there.

I'm gonna deputize

them all proper.

But you can't do that.

Risley's the only one

empowered to deputize.

[ Sizzles ]

Should we tell Davies

you're coming,Judge?

Yes. Yes, of course.

I suppose I'll have to.

But doggone it, this is

the sheriff's job. Not mine.

[ Indistinct Whispering ]

[ Indistinct Whispering ]

Coming along, Sparks?

No, sir, Mr. Smith.

I don't guess so.

Oh, you better

come along, Sparks.

Ain't every day we have a hanging

in a town as dead as this one.

You won't have to do nothin'.

All the real work's signed up.

I just thought we ought

to have a reverend along...

'cause there's gonna be

some prayin' done.

Maybe you're right, Mr. Smith.

Maybe somebody ought to go along

that feels the way I do.

[ Smith ]

Davies'll loan you his Bible...

so all the reading will be

done right at the burial.

Thank you, sir.

But I knows my text

without the book.

They're kidding you, Sparks.

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