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The caption's alright Joe,

read's plain enough.

They'll buy 'em like hotcakes!

Better get another pressman,
the soldiers will be leaving.

Nah, they won't be leaving
for over a week.

The army is parcelling off
the horses and wagons

to the soldiers.

Anything they can use
to work on the farms

when they get down home.

General Lee gaves his orders
this morning.

Hup, hey, hey, hoy!
Hey yippy, hup, hup!

Ah, come on, Hopalong,
we never will get home!

What are you doing, Jim?

Retreating or advancing
on the enemy?

- We don't know!
- Climb up here.

You'll never get home
on that jag.

Thanks, Captain!

♪ (blows horn) ♪

Must've been full or corn liquor
when you picked hiim out.

I just took
what they handed me.

After straddling mules
for four years,

I'll sure enjoy
a steady seat.

Somehow, I can't get used
to the war being over.

Whatever you think about it,
we're going home.

Hope I never hear
another shot fired,

as long as I live.

And you're going to Kentucky!

I married into a feuding family,
but I'm not raising my children

to become targets for
a bunch of bushwhackers.

I'm going to move 
the family west.

- Just on account of the feuding?
- Yes.

A man can have some respect
for his neighbors out there.

And all the land you'll want,
for the asking.

That's where I'm going to build
a permanent home for my family.

You think you'll ever Granny Spelvin
and the old man to leave Kentucky?

How hard would you try
if they were your in-laws?

It'll work out alright
when I get home.

Granny Spelvin has been 
pretty good for my three children,

since my wife died.

How old is Lynn getting to be?

He's going on ten.

Let me pack it,
will ya Granpy?

Well, be careful, now!

My Pop will be home from war
in about five days, huh?

- Think you'll know him, Lynn?
- Sure!

Right fine eye!

Easy to hit 'em,
when I pretend they're Colbys.

Rabbits aint Colbys,
Colbys fight back!

That's what makes 'em good hunting.

Now, my Pappy 
can rest easy in his grave.

I got Chet Spelvin for him.

Gran-Pappy!

Gran-Pappy!

Gran-Pappy!

It's yours now, Lynn.
Don't ever use it.

...'cepting on a Colby!

♪ (crying) ♪

- Granny!
- What's the matter?

Where's your Gran-Pappy?

- Where is he?
- He's down in Pine Hollow.

He's layin' there...
...Jed Colby shot him.

Colby...Ann!

- Yes?
- Run down to Weathersby,

- ...and tell them what's happened.
- Yes.

Your Pappy will take care of
Jed Colby when he gets here.

I don't understand you,
Mark Hayden.

You've been home two weeks,
and Jeb Colby is trapsing

up and down these mountains,
bragging how he killed Chet Spelvin.

And here you are...backin' up,
runnin' away from him.

- The law will take care of Colby.
- The law!

It aint honorable to take
a family feud to court!

- It won't spill no blood, for ya.
- I want no blood spilled for me.

Then you're puttin' yourself
above the prophets...

"An eye for an eye,
and a tooth for a tooth."

It's in the Book.

Mark, it's your plain duty
to take vengeance on Jed Colby!

And then his kin is bound
to take vengeance on me.

And someday, one of my sons
must kill another Colby.

No, I'm going to the law.

Of course, Mark, if you insist
preferring charges against Jed Colby,

there's nothing I can say.
I know it's procedure in some places.

It's up to the court to punish a man
who commits a murder.

That's a matter of opinion.

If you want him arrested,
I'm bound to arrest him.

Jed Colby,
you have been found guilty.

Although, on account of the
peculiar feelings in this community,

the court has decided
not to have a hanging.

But, you'll have to go to the
State Penitentiary for 15 years.

- For the murder of Chet Spelvin.
- Murder?

Why, it was feudin',
pure and simple.

- I wish Neil had come out with us.
- He'll be comin' out...

...as soon as your Grandma is gone.

She's depending on him to do things for her
and I couldn't take him away.

You and Bill are going to be my family, now.

Get on there, boy!

Whoa!

- Good luck, Mark!