Tom Horn

- Morning. - Morning. What do you want?

What do you want?

How much?

Twenty-four cents. Cash.

Don't put him in with any other horse, would you?

Why not?

It'd just be better.

That'll be extra.

Put him in with another horse, he's gonna kill him.

That'll be extra for you.

What the hell else does he do?

He can spin in half his own length in crossfire from either side.

If you drop a dime over in that stall, don't stoop over to get it.

- Get it with your pitchfork. - What do you keep him around for?

That's a mother-in-law horse. Know what that is?

A mother-in-law horse is a horse you put your mother-in-law on.

Send them both up in the hills and hope they don't ever come back.

Here's your money.

He just all-around looks after my best welfare.

I'm going out and get a morning whiskey.

If all goes wrong, I'll come back and sleep in that stall.

What about your tack?

Just leave it in there. Anybody that's brave enough...

to go in there and get it, they're welcome to it.

- Harry, pass the champagne. - Breakfast champagne in Hagersville.

Now, how can I pass the champagne when Dexter here drank it all?

Barkeep, a little more champagne.

Soon as we get to San Francisco...

I want to check out where Mahare is training.

Gonna be pretty tough. I understand he's copying your style, Jim.

I'm not worried about him.

The last 10 guys he faced, he knocked them out.

He's never seen Jim's footwork, either.

Remember that Florida fight? You were so fast, he couldn't land a punch.

That new punch of yours is the greatest in the game.

Tex, did you ever hear of a hook punch?

No, I haven't.

We're toasting the man with the greatest hook punch in the world.

Barkeep, give Tex some champagne so that he can toast with us.

- I'd rather have whiskey. - Give him anything he wants.

Jim, you brought a touch of class to this game.

And a lot of pretty ladies.

Tex, you ready?

What are we toasting?

We're toasting the next heavyweight champion of the world:

"Gentleman Jim" Corbett.

He's gotta fight for it yet, so he ain't champion.

Why don't we toast something interesting?

Like what?

Like Geronimo there. He's interesting.

In a pig's ass. Don't you read the papers?

They put Geronimo in jail, where he belongs.

Let me ask you something, Tex.

Who's Geronimo next to Jim Corbett?

Geronimo's a man so great...

that Corbett there'd have to stand on his mother's shoulders to kiss his ass.

Frank.

- What's your name? - Tom Horn.

Do you have a gun, Tom?

- No, I don't. - Good.

Then you're gonna get exactly what you deserve.

I don't know where you come from...

but the manners that you arrived with are just awful.

I'm trying to imagine how you could make such a reference...

to the mother of the future heavyweight champion of the world.

You ain't champion yet. Besides, you're acting like an asshole.

- I could go to the penitentiary over you. - Now, wait a minute.

Before we start this fight, I wanna ask you one question.

- Is it about my mother? - No. I've said enough about her.

If I win this fight, am I the champion of the world?

You're not big enough.

Then what are you picking on a little fellow like me for?

You get in a fight in a public bar, they'll discredit you from your profession.

I'm gonna save you from that.

That ain't the real Tom Horn, is it?

He doesn't seem to be too scared of Corbett.

He's gonna get himself killed.

Lord, the end is here.

- Is Tom Horn in there? - Yeah, he's here.

Last stall on the right.

But I wouldn't go in there with that horse if I were you.

That son of a bitch is half rank.

He's got him trained to stand people off.

Well, he's a hero of the frontier and he's lying here in Hagersville...

with his face kicked in.

- Can you hear me? - Yeah.

How bad you hurt?

Wasn't much of a party.

Say, you another one of those newspaper guys?

No, I ain't, but I'd like to get you out from under that horse if I can.

Open up that gate and I'll walk him out.

Let me ask you something.

- Are you in fact Tom Horn? - Yes, I am.

Goddamn, Tom.

You know, here in Jerkville, where these yokels...

is busy flicking dandruff off their mail-order suits...

they forget awful quick that it was men like you that made it...

safe and possible for them to lead out their dull little lives.

Right now, I wish I had nothing to do with it.

- What's your name? - John Coble.

What can I do for you, John?

Well, first, I'd like to offer you my ranch till you get recovered.

And then I'd like to offer you work...

that suits both your ability and your quality.

I'm a fair hand, and I'll earn my keep.

Yeah, I know you will, Tom.

We better stop and water our horses here at Brown's Hole.

We should move on as quickly as we can.

Tom, some of those cows in there are mine.

What are you looking at, Mr. Coble?

We're just gonna water our horses, and we'll be moving on.

You like to buy some of them cows?

I don't want no trouble, and like I say, we'll be moving on.

How about a little dance?

Give us a little dance, Mr. Coble.

Dance.

I said dance.

All right, Mr. Coble, why don't you just ride on out?

Get that shooter and put it in this water trough.

Move!

You son of a bitch! I'll get you, you son of a bitch!

Tom, that little deal back there at Brown's Hole...

ought to give you an idea of what we've been putting up with out here.

- I ain't never seen roping like that. - Damn!

He sure don't rope like no Christian.

I wanna tell you.

Any means that you have to take...

to eliminate this rustling problem...

we're all behind you 100%.

- Whole organization? - All of us.

I'll just have to take your word on that, John.

You got it.

Hey, Tom. How you feeling?

We're plugging along.

I'm giving a little party at the house. I'd like you to meet everybody.

- I'm kind of raggedy. - Nobody'll mind.

Most of the Association will be there, and they're all anxious to meet you.

Okay.

Pipe down.

Ladies and gentlemen, in this age of quarter-section pastures...

and tinhorn legislators who is riding our old trails...

it's a real pleasure to welcome a vestige of that heroic era...

that we just about lost.

Standing beside me, right here...

is the legendary tracker and interpreter of the Apache wars...

Tom Horn.

You're welcome, sir.

Tom, this is Arlo Chance.

- Tom. - Ora Haley.

Howdy.

- Ian MacGregor. - Proud to meet you.

What's the matter, Tom?

- What is it? - It's a lobster.

I'll be darned. I've never eaten a bug that big before.

That's a Maine lobster. Broiled alive, packaged in seaweed...

and shipped out here by train.

At every station, the conductor drains the melted seawater off of them.

- You getting the hang of it? - I'm trying.

Tom, I don't know whether John here told you...

but we've got a hell of a range problem here.

The damn rustlers have completely wiped out our herd profits...

not to mention...

what the blizzards and the predators have done to our cash crops.

We got people homesteading our range land...

and raising sheep on our grass.

Right at the present time, Mr. Horn, what's your primary source of livelihood?

Mr. Coble offered me to ease up at his place for a while...

and I said I'd earn my keep.

That's good enough.

Tom, you met Joe Belle? United States Marshal.

Hello.

I'm not wanted for anything, am I?

Why don't you two fellows see...

if you can get your heads together for a few minutes?

Go ahead.

- Do you know who I am? - No.

What you used to be in the southwest...

I used to be in the northwest.

How does that work?

I know that you've been, as I've been, a man hunter.

I was a tracker.

Better still.

John Coble's put in a pretty fervent recommendation for you...

to The Cattlemen's Association to help control the rustling.

I believe his point was...

handling rustlers after your experience with the Apache wars...

should be like shooting fish in a barrel.

Now, you're talking about...

the high side of shooting and the low side of the law.

Bring them to trial if you like. I feel that what I know about you...

you're gonna wanna go ahead and shoot.

From the standpoint of the Association, that's going to be entirely up to you.

Whether I bring them in or shoot?

Is your problem.

You're a U.S. Marshal. You tell me, what's the difference...

between a U.S. Marshal and an assassin?

A Marshal's checks come in on time.

Say, did Buffalo Bill ever ask you to be in his Wild West Show?

Yeah, he asked me once out in Arizona, where we had a lot of people killed.

He offered me my own act.