Lawman

Whoo-ha!

Ha ha ha!

Hey!

Choctaw!

Let her burn,

boys!

...and I hate

storekeeper's whiskey!

Have 'em mount up,

Harv.

Oh, my god!

Get 'em out of here.

Gimme that!

Sober up,

Choctaw!

Mount up!

We're ridin' back

to Sabbath now.

Yep.

Whoa. Whoa.

Aw, stay still.

Hyah!

Here.

It's my brother-in-law,

Marc Corman.

Who?

I'm Jered Maddox.

Cotton Ryan.

You the marshal?

What can I do for you,

Maddox?

Vincent Bronson,

Choctaw Lee,

Jack Dekker,

Vern Adams,

Hurd Price,

Harvey Stenbaugh,

Marc Corman.

Know any of 'em?

All of 'em.

Well,

that makes it easy.

Does it?

I want these men

brought in under arrest

by noon tomorrow.

I want 'em fed

and ready for travel.

You got papers sworn out?

I'll get 'em

if you need 'em.

Not from anybody in this

territory, you won't.

You've got jurisdiction.

I've got jurisdiction,

but you couldn't

have reason enough

to get papers from me.

Nobody could.

across the Kiowa.

On the way back, they hit

a town called bannock.

They drank their fill,

had their women,

shot up the town.

All just cowboy fun.

They killed an old man.

Kin?

No.

I'm just the lawman

in bannock.

Look at this town.

Nice quiet town.

Nice town to live in.

They got no railhead,

no digging up in the hills,

no reason to grow fat.

This town eats

because Vincent Bronson

puts their bread

on the table.

He owns the town.

He owns the county.

People around here owe him.

Those men on your list...

they stand in Bronsons shadow.

I can't move against

those men.

You carry the law.

Humph. I carry nothin'.

I sit there 'cause

Bronson says sit.

I've been paid for, Maddox.

You carry messages,

don't you?

I'm gonna take these men

back with me

or kill them

where they stand.

They got till

noon tomorrow.

Tell 'em.

That one of them

out there?

Corman.

You can take his name

off the list.

What happened?

He called me out.

What's the trouble?

What happened, marshal?

Better come inside, Sam.

One of you take Corman

to the undertaker's

and the rest of you

go on about your business.

As a member of

the citizens council...

you can get it secondhand

from the mayor.

How far from here

to the Bronson spread?

I wouldn't know.

Who's he, some

bounty hunter

or something?

Don't make an enemy

of him, storekeeper.

Step wide of him.

That's about it,

Mr. Bronson.

He said by noon

tomorrow.

And Marc Corman's

dead?

He's dead.

How'd it happen?

Came up against

the wrong man.

I don't know

the details.

Marc was a good man

with a gun.

He was a big mouth

who thought he was

a good man with a gun.

There's a cold hole

in the ground

between the 2 of 'em.

His family know?

I sent word.

I'll ride out there

in the morning.

How do you measure

this thing, cotton?

I think you got trouble,

Mr. Bronson.

Unless you say

he's all mistaken.

I wish he was.

There's no mistake.

We got a little drunk,

broke a bit of glass.

I didn't know

anyone was killed.

Tell Maddox Im sorry,

really sorry,

and Ill make it good.

I'll pay the damages.

I'll fix it up with

the old man's family.

Tell him Ill make it

all right with him, too.

Better still, arrange

a meeting tomorrow.

Ill... Ill deal

straight with him.

If he doesn't

want to talk?

Why shouldn't he?

Some men just

go to a thing

in a straight line,

Mr. Bronson.

They don't bend,

and they don't trade.

You're telling me

Maddox is like that?

He's got the mark.

That's too bad.

Then he's going to buy

himself a lot of pain.

Try him, cotton.

Talk to him.

He got you spooked, Ryan?

No, Harv.

I'm not on his list.

That all, Mr. Bronson?

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