The Ox-Bow Incident Page #2

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we'll be sorry for.

We want to act in a reasoned

and legitimate manner.

Not like a lawless mob.

Trouble with you, Davies,

you've been storekeepin' too long.

You don't see

no profit in this.

If any of you fellas had offered

to buy the rope from him--

If we go, you're going

with us, fat gut.

Brother, I wouldn't miss it.

Only thing that'd bring me out

any faster would be your necktie party.

Who knows,

maybe this is yours.

I'll remember that

and see you handle the rope.

In Texas where I come from,

we go and get a man

and string him up.

That's right.

I say stretch 'em.

It ain't just a rustler

we're after. It's a murderer.

Larry Kinkaid, one of the finest,

most God-fearing men that ever lived...

is lying out there right now

with a bullet hole in his head.

If you let this go by,

there won't be nothing

safe around here.

Our cattle, our homes.

Not even our womenfolks.

I'm with ya, Farnley.

I'm going to get me

a gun and some rope.

I'll be right back.

And if nobody else

will do it...

me and you

will do it ourselves.

Count me in too!

Come on, boys.

Get your guns!

Listen to me, men!

Don't lose your heads like this.

You mustn't do this thing.

You must not!

Shut up, Grandma.

Nobody expects you to go.

Don't take it so hard, Mr. Davies.

You did all you could.

- Will you do me a favor, Carter?

- That depends.

I'm sending Joyce here

for the sheriff and Judge Tyler.

I want you to go along

and help explain.

You know how Art and I stand here.

We came in at a bad time.

I've got to stay here

and see if I can't...

stop 'em till they realize

what they're doing.

If I can make this thing regular,

that's all I ask.

- Come on. Let's go.

- Oh, wait a minute.

- Do you know Mapes?

- The one they call Butch?

Yes. The sheriff's made him deputy

for times he's out of town.

And we don't want Mapes.

Well, they said I was

to be the executioner,

so I come all fixed.

Think I don't know

my business, huh?

[ Gagging ]

You don't look very well,

Mr. Davies.

Maybe you'd better stay home

and rest up for the funeral.

Maybe you could get the flowers.

Boys wouldn't begrudge

a few flowers, even for a rustler.

So long as he's a good dead one.

[ Laughing ]

Get your hat and gun.

I'm not going, Father.

I don't wish any argument.

Do as I say.

Perhaps this will do what

I've obviously failed to do--

make a man of you.

[ Doorbell Rings ]

Scrape your boots,

put your hat on your hand

and straighten your wig.

- Well?

- Why, is the judge at home, ma'am?

- Yes.

- Can we see him?

You got business?

No, we just

dropped in for tea.

Very funny.

Mr. Davies sent us, ma'am.

It's awfully important.

It's not

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