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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!
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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!
It's yours now, Lynn. Don't ever use it.
...'cepting on a Colby!
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- 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!