Sunset in the West

The scream of that whistle is saying,

"Clear the track,

give us the right of way."

This is a special train, roaring

through the California countryside.

Its destination:
The scene of the

latest outbreak by gun runners.

A mystified man

is Sheriff Ted Osbourne.

30 years in office with an

outstanding record behind him.

Faced now with finding a train

which is 3 hours and 32 minutes...

overdue.

Three hours and

thirty two minutes late.

Hope we don't find her piled up

like the other one.

It's Schmidt, the brakeman

from the missing train.

Sheriff.

Over here.

It's the engineer and fireman.

Search every inch of the

ground, and bring in

anything that'll give

us some information.

We've got to find that missing train.

Murderers.

I can't understand it.

What could they gain by killing these

boys and emptying out the cars?

Just this, Sheriff.

That hijacked train is three hours

and thirty two minutes ahead of you.

When that poll links

was thrown of the car,

it was replaced with guns.

To be smuggled

out of the country

along a lonely stretch of track

on the border.

Move on through there, fellas.

Hey, here she comes.

Roy, that train isn't going to stop.

Well, that's funny.

Maybe they didn't get the orders.

Listen, I'll cut over the hill.

Maybe I can stop them

before they get to the crossing.

Hold the cattle here.

Hi, Roy!

Hi, Splinters.

Go on down to the depot, fellas.

I'll meet you there.

That was an old friend of mine, Roy Rogers.

We used to be deputies together

under Sheriff Tad Osbourne.

Got the hiccups again, Splinters?

Yeah, I always get 'em

when I get excited.

Must've been over seeing

my old friend, Roy.

Never mind the shave.

Oh, have a haircut, Mr. Bathernaby,

I mean Mr. Abernathy.

Oh, alright, but make it fast.

I'm in a hurry.

Oh, I'll have you out of here in no time.

Now, that didn't take long.

Did it Mr. Abernathy?

Yes, sir.

That'll be 50 cents.

Put in on my...

Take him in the station there.

They're all dead.

Because the Sheriff didn't protect them.

Yeah, what we need is a new Sheriff!

Why don't you get out and

let your deputies have a chance!

You're too long in office!

When do we get

some action around here?

- What is it Roy?

- Tad just brought in some bodies.

Excuse me, please.

Ladies and gentlemen!

Who's he?

Oh, that's Gordon McKnight.

He lives on the outskirts of town.

He's a retired lawyer.

Lived in border town

about six months.

Ladies and gentlemen.

As a citizen of this community,

I feel your unjustly

accusing your Sheriff and mine.

Aw, he may be your Sheriff,

but not ours.

And you'll find out in four days

when the election comes up.

I'm going around to the side door

and have a talk with the Sheriff.

Uncle Tad, you don't

have to stand for that.

Oh, you can't blame them, I guess.

I couldn't find a thing.

No clues. Nothing.

Not even a trail to follow.

But, that isn't your fault.

Maybe I am too old.

Like poor old Sherlock here.

It'd serve them right if you did quit.

You get out of here.

Oh, I just wanted to see the Sheriff.

How'd you get in? That door was locked.

- Was it?

- Look.

Everybody's been bothering my uncle.

He doesn't want to talk to anyone.

I think he'll talk to me.

Now, you get out of here or

I'll sic this dog on you.

Hey.

He looks ferocious.

He'd probably tear me to ribbons.

Sherlock, no!

Hi, Sherlock!

That a boy, Sherlock.

That's the way to greet

the best deputy I ever had.

I didn't know he'd be this glad to see me.

Of course he is and so am I.

Hiya, Tad.

This is my favorite niece.

Dixie, I don't think

you've ever met Roy Rogers.

How you do?

I'm sorry. I didn't realize

you were such good friends.

You been too long in office!

Why don't you quit you!

Why don't you get out!

What we need's a new sheriff!

I'm going to step out, Roy.

If they want a new sheriff,

they can have one.

Hey, Tad.

That's not like you,

running away from trouble.

A man's got his pride.

My term's up anyhow

in another four days.

Four more days, huh?

Well, I guess you know what you're doing.

Sherlock, you're getting old.

I guess you're going to have

to turn in your badge, too.

Your boss can't take it

on the chin any longer.

I guess he's forgotten

a lot of things.

Like when that border gang

was rustling cattle.

We were stumped then, too.

The whole county was riding us.

But, Tad figured it out.

He didn't quit because a crowd

of people was yapping at him.

Seemed like that was always happening.

I could name you

at least a dozen times.

Too bad Tad didn't quit

when he was on top.

When he could walk down the

street and hold his head up.

30 years in office and he runs out

four days before his term is up.

It isn't much time to work, but at

least we could've gone out trying.

Did you say, We could have?"

Yes, Tad. I'd like to have my badge back.

You know that train that

was wrecked this morning?

Yeah.

Well, I was on it for a minute.

You see, I've got a personal score

to settle in this town,

if it's alright with you.

All right with me?

We've always been able to get a

job done, Roy, working together.

Maybe it'll be like... like old times.

- Uncle Tad!

- Roy said what I should have.

At least I can go out trying.

Now what was this about

you being on that train?

Wait a minute.

You talk about that train later.

I've got a job to do.

All of ya! On your way!

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