Texas Page #3

and keep your hands up.

Looks like you could have picked

a shady spot.

Shut up.

Which one of you fellows

is the cattle buyer from New Orleans?

Go through them.

I wish you wouldn't take those.

Went all the way to Kansas

to get them for Mrs. McLane.

- She needs them bad.

- Are you a dentist?

You don't think them things

would fit a horse, do you?

- There's a point.

- Come on.

That's real nice of you, brother.

It must be you.

Give me that $10,000 and quick.

- How did you know I was the cattle buyer?

- Never mind that. Get back in that coach.

- They're good at it, ain't they?

- Yeah.

Let's be moseying.

- You're always doing something like that.

- Is that so?

I was holding up stagecoaches

before you got your diapers off.

If I hadn't stopped you,

you'd still be arguing with that tooth-yanker.

But a horse could wear false teeth.

I remember one time,

when I was way back in...

I know you knew a horse in Tennessee

that wore a pair.

Yes, I did.

What did the boss want to meet us here for?

You know as much about that as I do.

Don't know what them Texans

fought so hard to get this state for.

- Hardest ground in the world.

- Where's it any different?

In Cheatham County, Tennessee,

the ground is so soft...

they use it to stuff mattresses with.

What's the matter with him?

All right, on your feet.

Get moving and keep those hands up.

Get over there, you two.

- Who are you?

- Just a couple of strangers passing through.

All right, now, lie down.

- Can't we make some arrangement?

- Not today. Get down there.

You ought to split with us.

That'd be the honest thing to do.

- This ground is hard.

- All right, stampede their horses.

- We'll meet again, someday.

- I hope you're carrying as much money.

I don't think there's a town

in the whole state of Texas.

Here we are with all this money

and nothing to spend it on.

The way you talk about that money,

you'd think it was really yours.

Listen, Tod, what's the sense of...

We can eat, anyway.

Get a fire going, I'll cut one of them out.

And hang on to this.

Right.

- Hello.

- Get them up, son.

- You're the sheriff?

- That's right.

Here's the holdup money.

- Sure it's the holdup money.

- Then you admit it?

- Where's the rest of your gang?

- We...

Wait a minute. I didn't hold up no stage.

You're gonna tell me

you waylaid the fellows who did.

- That's just what I did.

- Where's a tree?

- I was gonna return the money.

- I never saw the beat.

Every time I wanna hang a fella,

there's no tree.

- There's a big oak a mile back.

- You can't do that without a trial.

As Sheriff and justice of the peace,

you are guilty and will be hanged.

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