i'm ben moss! no you're not. you're the ranger. i'm ben moss! ah, all over texas tonight little boys refusing to eat their spinach, unless mama tells him that ben moss ate his spinach too. that so bad? ah, making a hero out of a man like this. well, you know. yeah but we both know why he didn't, huh? well i wonder. what? well i wonder if uh, you judge somebody like ben moss, for his reasons or uh, for what he actually did. child: bang bang moss! you're dead. child two: blah! howdy. what are you doing on this range? just passing through. running these ponies up to montana. not across my land, you're not. i didn't know this was ranch. looked like open range to me. - be glad to. - that way. you've gone far enough across my land. you want me to double-back? i don't like saddle-tramps that drive herd across my range. - 'now get moving.' - you heard mr. storm. [dramatic music] scatter 'em. [gunshots]