I got a real good job in Las Cruces.
- Las Cruces?
We're gonna move there in two weeks.
- What do you mean "move"?
- Don't get all worked up.
I'm an independent woman now
and I got my own life to live.
I know, but you can
make your life right here.
Oh, Jim.
One day you're gonna meet some real
nice gal who won't mind sitting up nights,
waitin' to see if you're
gonna come home in one piece.
Oh, come on, Jim.
It's a nice town, it'll be good for Sally.
- Honey?
- Oh, hell.
Daddy, this is my boyfriend, Bobby Drew.
Boyfriend?
I heard a lot about you. You were in the
Marines, won a Silver Star and everything.
- Nice to meet you, Bobby.
- Nice to meet you, Ranger.
Bobby, Daddy's takin' me riding. I hope
you don't mind. I'll see you tonight, OK?
Uh, yeah, sure.
- See you later.
- Have a good old time.
Bye. See you later.
Bye, Mom! See ya!
I'm ready to take Foxy out now.
- Just be patient.
- OK.
All right. I'm ready to go.
Pay attention, dummy.
She's got some mustang in her.
- I can handle her, OK? Let's go.
- OK.
- Be careful, honey.
- OK. Easy, Foxy.
Hey. How'd you like to bite that in the butt,
develop lockjaw and be dragged to death?
- Who is she?
- Clark Richardson's widow.
- That's her, huh?
- That's her.
From a poor family.
Married Clark with all that money
just before he got himself squashed
in that Italian racing job. Quite a crash.
Clark ran with a pretty tough crowd
and talk is it wasn't an accident.
But nobody can prove it.
Shame, though.
All that fruit just rotting on the vine.
Doesn't look too rotten to me.
- Sally!
- Foxy!
- Sally!
- Help me!
Help!
It's all right. It's OK.
- You all right, honey?
- Yeah.
Thank you.
- What's your name?
- Sally.
- Next time, Sally, be more careful.
- I will.
I wanna thank you for what you did.
The name's Jim McQuade.
The infamous Texas Ranger.
Pleased to meet you.
This is Rawley Wilkes, my late husband's
partner. Ranger McQuade.
And now you're my partner.
I understand you're very good
with your hands and feet.
Pretty good.
Rawley was all-European
karate champion.
Is that right?
Ranger Brown. Sally.
Ranger McQuade, it was especially nice.
Oh, by the way, Rawley's giving a little
martial arts display by the racetrack.
- Just a little exhibition.
- Why don't you gentlemen drop on by?
- I don't think we...
- Oh, it'd be our pleasure, ma'am.
Good.
Hey, Foxy.
- Wait. What are you doin'?
- I wanna ride.
- Are you sure?
- Sure I'm sure. Excuse me, please.
Gallop. Let's go.
Never backs down, does she? Reminds
you of somebody else in her family.
But choosin's never easy and
I can't decide which one I'd rather see
There's a woman from El Paso and I
know she will be comin' here this evening
She'll be wearing a red dress and
I know the one with whom she'll be leavin'
There's another girl from Dallas...
- You got Pearl beer?
- No. Heineken, Michelob or Dos Equis.
Forget it.
- Bottom shelf, Sam.
- Yes, ma'am.
It's Rawley showing off.
This should be very interesting.
I see we are graced with the presence
of a media favourite, Ranger JJ McQuade.
Care to go for one, Ranger?
A little wager, perhaps?
No, thanks. I don't fight for money.
I don't want you dancin' with no greaser.
You are a greaser, aren't you?
Excuse me a minute.
- Quit while you're ahead, partner.
- Who the hell asked you?
Let me show you.
Come on, tough guy.
Boys are just havin' a little fun.
Do you wanna join the fun?
This is not my idea of fun!
Please let me apologise. Some of my
friends could learn a little manners.
Maybe you need some new friends.
Music! Play!
This was my party.
We should have booked those bastards.
If I locked up every guy who took a swing
at me, half the county'd be behind bars.
Well, you're makin' a real habit
of saving my ass. I appreciate it.
- You take a good punch, kid.
- I'll take old hamburger-face home.
- Good idea.
- Come on, boy.
You look like you could use
a