1:36:01
Cold-blooded murder,
that's what it is.
1:36:03
And in my opinion,
you're as much to blame...
1:36:05
...as that mad dog you brought in.
1:36:08
Come on!
1:36:10
No, Mr. Wringle, don't blame him.
It was my fault, all of it.
1:36:15
God pity me.
1:36:17
- Oh, no, not Mrs. McCandless?
- Yes, Martha.
1:36:20
She cut him loose
so he could eat his food.
1:36:22
He grabbed the knife
and stabbed her through the heart.
1:36:26
Now, look!
Look, I know how you men feel...
1:36:30
...but there's not going to be
any lynching.
1:36:32
You think you're going to stop it?
1:36:34
- Quiet! Quiet!
- Yes, I am.
1:36:35
Ortho. Greely.
1:36:37
Now, this here no lynching be,
soldier boy.
1:36:41
The boy's had a fair trial
with a judge and a jury.
1:36:45
I can imagine the kind
of a defence he had.
1:36:47
Lieutenant Gary!
I defended him as best I could.
1:36:50
- Yes, he did.
- But the jury decided different.
1:36:54
And I, as presiding judge,
pronounced the sentence.
1:36:58
He's to be hanged by the neck
until he's dead.
1:37:01
Now, wait a minute!
1:37:07
All right, bring him out to the tree.
1:37:19
Hey! Hey!
1:37:23
Mine! Mine! Mine!
1:37:26
Mine! Mine!
1:37:28
Mine!
1:37:30
Mine! Mine!
1:37:33
All right, get him up here
on the wagon.
1:37:37
No! No! No!
1:37:40
No!