A cowtown named Rock Ridge lies directly in the proposed pathway of the railroad track. Yes, when that railroad goes through Rock Ridge, that land will be worth millions and I want it. I want that land so badly I can taste it. Outdoors, the executioner is booked solid with gallows victims, and the noise of one execution sends a frightened Taggart into Lamarr's arms. Just a man and a horse being hung out there.
Bucolic cattle roam through the town's saloon.
There's no avoiding this conclusion, our town is turning into shit. Well, we didn't give up then, and by gum, we're not gonna give up now. Most of the townsfolk in the stereotypical cowpoke town, all with the last name of Johnson, vow to stay, but they decide they must first wire and petition the governor to send the town a sheriff - because every sheriff appointed by the townspeople has been murdered. They're such children. The Indians would be given paddle-toys in exchange for the land.