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Ride Him, Cowboy (1932)
So don't come
back without it. All right. We'll get him when he comes out. Come on. What was that? Sounds like Duke. That's just why I've got to go Get back there. Get out of here. Take this. Hurry up, boys, and be careful. with a horse that's gone bad. Granddaddy. You're not gonna let them kill Duke. We'll have to abide by the judge's decision. over a poor little horse. All ready, Your Honor Oh. what all this ruckus is about. Uh, I'd like to say a word, judge. Oh, you must believe me. Why, yes. He don't seem to bother her. I'm trying this case. Miss Ruth, I'd keep away from that horse if I was you. I am about to pass sentence in this case. Just a moment, judge. I'll fine you for contempt of court. Shut that gate He's ready to go. It's a bet, Henry. Stay on him! Foul! He throwed the horse! He sure knows horse flesh, honey. All right. Yes they could, all right. Because it's a meeting of the vigilantes. of this killer and his gang for good and all? Maybe he could tell us how to catch a hawk. We need 'em. Sit down, old man. Sit down. now's the time to speak up. like to back up his own idea It's the least we can do for him. I'll be on hand. Well, I guess that's about all. Well, good luck, Drury. Thank you. Thanks. All right. John. if he met up with the Hawk. Oh, gosh, I sure love to dance. Well, why don't you try it sometime? A birth of a teardrop? The birth of a smile When we meet In the after a while Do you wonder that we're all afraid of him? I promise to be on guard. I don't think it's right. What on earth is Duke up to now? if I know what Duke's up to. Well, Duke, would you like to go Hawk hunting with me But that settles it. Don't worry, Ruth, I won't forget Bye-bye. Bye. All set to go. Let's go. We may as well rest here a while. Whoa Huh? Stay here, boy, and cool off. You won't be needin' a guide much longer. and a dead shot. with a shootin' iron yourself, Sims You can take care of yourself, all right. Why, n-no. Well, that's the kind of shooting I'd like to see. Come on. Get up. Go ahead. Ah. Let's keep back. Catchin' hawks is out of your line. You won't have much use for this, I reckon. with old Sol to keep you company. Well, you're gonna play it all by yourself. food in your saddlebags... Just a step away. Adios, amigo. Oh, here he comes now. He's inside, boss. Howdy, boss. All right. Saddle up, men. Come on, boy. Keep it up, boy. Come on, Duke. Oh! My boy! Oh, my boy. Jimmy! But Sims is just the man I want to see. All right, Grandpa. There. Hm? Looks like a mouth organ. Heh. What's this? "J.D." and scour the desert for John Drury. Let's go. Whoa, boys. Come on. Stick'em up! All right, boys, let's get goin'. with you now, Ronald? Oh. Bring him over there. till after the trial. And the prisoner will get every consideration. Sims? Heh. It's my duty to stay here and protect this sick man. the court appoints you persecutin' attorney. in plain cow-countryman talk He sure is. you may proceed. Hey, here he comes now. Oh, look. Who's this comin'? Get out of sight, men. Why, uh... They may be hanging him now. Let's ride, men. when we were out on the desert. Objection overruled. unnecessary and extraneous. Have you got anything furt her to say for yourself? That's all. I forgot. All right, miss. retire to deliberate. The jury will rise. And don't spend too much time arguin'. and you can recommend hanging. from hanging an innocent man. I know John Drury is innocent, judge. Henry Sims. I tell you that Henry Sims is the Hawk Come on. Stick'em up. We got 'em all covered. and I'm takin' company. Keep back, Gaunt. Let me go. Stop! Get in there. Get around that wall there. Duke, come on! And be sure you're slow about doin' it. Hold 'em now. All right. Come on, boys. Ronald, wail till I- Aw, Ronald. Oh, it's the boss. Take care of him on the inside. Lock that door. Let me go. Make yourself at home for a while. you and I'll be on our way across the border. Ronald, come on. Now, now- What-? I've ever seen. Hey. Come on, quick. Now! The boss is in trouble. A little harder, fellas. Look out, John! Stick 'em up! Get their guns, boys. Get back there! Reach for the ceilin' there! Go ahead. |
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