Narrator/Dr. Six Gun (6:20)
I will not allow a violation of the law to be countenanced in my district. Your district? I'm Judge Jacob Parsons, United States District Judge. Oh. Oh, you. You must be the new judge for Fort Dale. I am. Well, you're not like Judge Cory. He Wouldn't be riding alone across the badlands. And George Cory lacked a little more comfort. Cory was an incompetent, corrupt, weak liver fool. Hut I wouldn't say that, Judge Parson Sam Cory was a compassionate man who knew the value of mercy. Mercy? Where did it get him? Shot down by an 18 year old ruffian who should have been dropped through the gallows trap the year before. But did Corey do his duty? No. He gave him six months because of extreme youth. Extreme enough for him to shoot Corey in the back? There'll be none such before my court, I can promise you. You come from back east, don't you, Judd? Ohio. Well, I think you'll find jurisprudence a little different out here. I expect to. So long. The territory has been a byword and a joke. It will be so no longer. Can't we go faster on this trail? Not unless you want to take a chance of crippling your horse. You're in a hurry to get to Fort Dale. Doctor, I bear a commission from President Grant in Washington to bring law and justice to this territory. I'm in a hurry to perform that duty. Well, now, I'm glad to hear that. Judge. Are you? Yes. Doctor. Are you a law abiding citizen? Yes, I am. Why? Then you have nothing to fear. But mark me, this territory will learn my name and it will curse it before it is done. But why should it do that? Because the rod that chastiseth is feared. The bolt that strikes down the evildoer is a thing of terror. Doctor, I am prepared to be hated and reviled. But I will bring the law to the territory. Up there. Up. He was not an old man and his beard was combed carefully. But his eyes burned and the veins in the back of his hands stood out as he clenched his fist around the reins. We lost track of George Jacob Parsons when we got to Fort Dale. I didn't hear about him for two days. Doc and I were in the cafe when an old friend of ours sat down beside us. Hey, Derek. Maine if I join you? Hello, Harry. Hello. Our things at the prison. That whiskey you got. Pablo, you take mine, I'll order another. Thanks. I need it. What's on your mind, Harry? Doc, you've been good to me. You saved me from the jail fever the time them 12 prisoners got took and died out of the jail. Oh, I didn't save you, Harry. I don't know what causes jail fever. Anyways. You took care of me and I come through it so. Man, I got a lot of respect for you, Doc. I just want to know if I'd done right. What's the trouble? I'm as tough a fellow as the next man. I've fit through the whole war, Doc. I fit the rebel raiders in Missouri and Kansas, and I fit with the regulars under Sherman. I've killed men with bullets and I've killed them with knives. Harry, what's the matter? I just don't want you to misunderstand nothing. Now, I've been turnkey over the federal jail for two years. I ain't no good. Them prisoners, most of them, they steal each other's shoes. If you give them a chance with. I draw the line. At what? Doc, I'm going to tell you something I ain't never told nobody. And, Pablo. You promise you won't say nothing? About what? Never mind. Promise. Very well. I promise you, Doc. Sure. Well, back in my regiment, I was with the provost marshal's office. And you know what I'd done? What? I was a hangman. That's what, five times I had to set the jerknot and whip the horses out from under some fellow who'd been court martialed for maybe murder or desertion. Well, it was your duty, Harry. You were a soldier. Yeah, I know. I posed with that. Well, he knows about it. Who? The new judge, Parsons. He come around to the federal jail. He took me aside and he. He told me he wanted me to be his hangman. But why? He says old man Somerville is too old, Doc, I swear, my flesh like to creep away. You know what he wants? To build a gallows with a trap big enough for 12 men. 12. Pablo, get me a bottle from the bar. With pleasure, Doc. He ain't even set a case yet, and he tells me, harry Moore, there's going to be a change in the law in this part of the country. Well, man. Yeah, that ain't all. You know, up to now, we've got a hanging case. We put up a temporary scaffold up in the courtyard, but that ain't where he's gonna put us. What do you mean, Doc? He's aiming to build his gallows outside the front gate of the prison, right? That's right. Opposite the town square. Sure. Harry Moore, he says to me, I ain't to let people see justice done document. I told him I was a turnkey and not a hangman, not 12 at a time, like it was a show for people to watch. But he said it was my duty. He quoted scripture at me or something. Doc, did I do wrong? I don't know, Harry. Man has to do what his conscience tells him. Yeah, that's what I think. And my conscience tells me I don't want no part of a gallows big enough to hang 12 men at one crack. Pablo, where's that bottle? But George Parsons found himself a hangman who was not so squeamish. An ex army man named George Merwin took a great pride in his work, who built the gallows with his own hands and looked forward to a prosperous year in $100 a hang. United States marshals went out into the territory from Fort Dale armed with a saddlebag full of warrants. And after a few months, they would come back with a wagon load of men in irons who disappeared into the federal prison until the time came that they appeared before for Dodge Pass. It is a sentence of this court that you be taken from hence to the place from which you came and from there to a place of execution where you shall be hanged by the neck until you are dead. May heaven have mercy on your soul. No, no. I didn't mean to kill him. It was a fair fight. He grew first. You had your trial. Trial? I ain't been out of that lousy, stinking cell for more than 15 minutes for what kind of a trial is that? I tell you, we had a fair fight. Silence, prisoner. My purpose, to bring law and order and civil regulation to the territory. I will not stand for breaches of the peace or murder and criminals of your type. It was a fair fight. Him up. Bring in the next. The gallows held 12 men, although George Parsons was never able to collect more than six at one time for his public demonstrations of law and order. His court had been sitting for five months. When Doc and I came back Fort Bale. We went into the cafe and found it empty. Hey, where is everybody? Oh, Shorty. Morning, Doc Pedler. I can't give you breakfast. Cook's not here. Where is everybody? Oh, it's hanging day. Most everybody goes over on hanging day. It's really interesting. Young Sandy Turpin goes today. He's that kid shot up the sheriff out by the Three Forks country. Rest of the lot ain't much to speak of. Couple of Indians and a soldier from the fort. Sandy's the main attraction. Welcome. You're missing their fun. Well, it ain't fair, and that's a fact. Boss said somebody had to stay with the till. I told him I missed the last hanging day. Couple of weeks ago because I had a bad cold in my head. How many people go to these hangings with the whole town? Ain't you going, Doc? No, thanks. The man's unfortunate enough to be condemned to death. I'm not interested in watching him die. Well, now it's really a question of establishing law and order. That's what it is. Judge Parsons says it acts as a deterrent. You going pedlar? My friend, I have seen too many of my kinsmen hang from trees in the old country to enjoy such a spectacle. Well, I can understand that if somebody in the family got hung. Say, listen, would you two fellows mind looking after the cafe if I run out and take a look? I'll only be a couple of minutes. Old George drops them neat as a pin. Only takes a couple of minutes. You don't have to worry. There won't be nobody in til afterwards anyway. Thanks a lot. Law and order. And I thought this was a civilized country. Oh, it is, Doc, it is. There is an old story among the gypsies of a man who was lost in the woods. He wandered for days, not finding a house or a barn or a human soul. Until one day he came out of the woods. And there at the fork in the road stood a high gallows with a man hanging from it. Ah, he said, civilization at last. So there's the law. Yes, it is the law. I'm here on the job site with Dale, who's a framing contractor. Hey, good morning. Dale traded up to Geico Commercial Auto Insurance for all his business vehicles. We're here where he needs us most. Yep, they sure are. We make it easy for him to save on all his insurance needs. All in one place with coverage that fits his business and bottom line. Oh, I shouldn't have looked down. 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