Return of the Rangers

[music] Westward going to be hurting cattle heading weather. Oh, yippy kay. [music] [music] [music] >> Why? It's a girl they're after. Your eyesight's perfect. [music] Heat. Heat. [music] [music] [music] >> [music] >> Much obliged. You too. >> Why were they chasing you? >> I rode up on them when they were getting ready to brand some of my cattle. >> Know who they were? >> No, they made sure I didn't get close enough to find out. >> Well, just to start the ball, rolling, ma'am. My name's Jim Steel. Takes wide. >> How do you do? >> How do you do? >> I'm Anne Miller of the Flying Ranch. Say, you're not looking for work by any chance, are you? >> Well, I uh Well, I certainly could use a job, ma'am. >> How about your pal? >> I would like to help you, Miss Miller, but I've got some business to take care of in Custer. >> Well, if you change your mind, look me up. And thanks again for the help. >> Don't mention it. >> So long, Tex. Nice knowing you. Tax got put in jail. He's charged with murder. Know any more jokes? >> I ain't joking. It's true. >> Well, who's he supposed to have killed? >> I ain't got the slightest idea, but I heard one of the men who took him into the jail call himself Philip Dobs. >> Well, Dobs is trustee for the right estate. We've got to find some way of getting Tex out of jail without letting anyone know who we are. We got to do it pronto then because there's a new circuit judge by the name of Dean due in Kuster any day. >> A new judge? Huh? >> Yeah. Why? >> Well, I was just thinking if the judge isn't known in town, you could take his place and get text out of jail. It's worth a chance. You get back to Kuster and try it. I'll find a way of telling Miss Miller about Dobs and follow you. Here ye here. The circuit court of custard is now open with judge as precise. I want everybody sit down. Can't you get the courtroom quiet? >> That's just what I'm trying to do. Just everybody sit down now. Why don't you sit down? >> Okay. Well, Miss Miller, Miss, you sit down right over here. >> Thank you, Sheriff. >> That's all right. I'm Philip Cobbs. Miss Miller. >> Oh, Mr. Dobs. I'm so glad you're here. >> Why are you here? When Mr. Dobs, will you sit over there in your chair and just keep quiet? That >> prisoner, stand up. >> Text Wyatt, it is hope that you realize the seriousness of the charges brought against you. You stand accused of shooting an unarmed man in cold blood. Uh, guilty or not guilty? >> Not guilty. >> You're not? >> No. Well, uh, in that case, uh, would you like a jury trial, or will you throw yourself on the mercy of the court? Uh, that's me. >> Well, I guess I'll place myself on the mercy of the court, your honor. Now, I've listened carefully to the evidence presented by the prosecution and the defense and withhold my decision until some future date. I place a prisoner in the custody of the sheriff who will allow him free reign to prove his innocence. Uh, courts adjourn. >> Do I'm Frank Martin, manager of the Flying Inland Company. >> Let know you Mr. Martin. Mr. Bolton. >> How you doing, Mr. Bolton? >> I know you are. >> Sam Gain, he wants to buy the fly again. The place had been going downhill now for some time. It's a liability. >> That isn't entirely true, Mr. Dobs. >> Your honor, a while ago, it was pointed out to you that these men were strangers in Kuster. They're still strangers. How do we know that this man has the right to sell the property? >> I have all the papers right here, your honor. Well, uh, your signature should identify you, Mr. Dobs. >> Just sign there. >> Well, that's ridiculous. Are those papers in order? Why do you need my signature? >> He should have more than your signature. Miss Miller, if I were you, I'd have a letter from the Eastern Bank and maybe a picture to identifying. Oh, >> that's a good idea, Mr. White. >> Hello, Tech. >> Hello. >> Hello, Bob. >> Hi, Miss Miller. Got a special letter for you from Denver. >> Oh, thanks. Well, got to be riding. So long, boy. So long. So long. >> It's from the Flying and Land Company in Denver. >> Mr. Scott, the secretary, says the only pictures of Mr. Dobs are in San Francisco and will be here in 30 days. He's curious to know what it's all about and hopes the old folks aren't in any trouble. >> No, they ain't. But I am. >> Oh, he means his horse, ma'am. It's got a lame leg. We'd better take a look at it, judge. >> Oh. Pan handle, you ride into Custer in the morning and manage somehow to let it be known that Dob's identification is coming through on the afternoon stage. >> But it ain't. Use your head. Unless I miss my guess. Do is a phony and we'll try and stop the papers from getting here. >> All right. [music] [music] Pull up and start reaching. This is an outrage. I demand >> shut up. >> All right, throw down the mail site. Come on and be careful. All right, now get rolling. Heat. [music] [music] Heat. [music] Heat. [music] [music] Heat. [music] >> [music] >> Oh, hello there, fellers. I got a little surprise for you. Here's Judge Dean. Here he is. >> And we've got a little surprise for you, too, Sheriff. This is Doc Vanner. What do you mean? You know what I mean? All right. Bolton here just confessed that Dobs was killed and you took his place. >> [music] [music] >> Heat. Heat. [music] >> [bell] [music] [music] >> Suppose somebody explains a few things. First, which one of you three impersonated me? He did. Well, uh, you see, your honor, we're all three Texas Rangers sent out here to bring law and order and round up the rustlers and Kuster. Sheriff, you take the prisoners into town. We'll be in later and prefer charges. >> Come on, let's get going, boys. [music] Heading westward. [music] I'm back in the saddle. Heading westward. Going to be hurting cattle heading westward. Oh, yippy guy. [music] Oh, yippee.