A farmer provides Jeff, ill with fever, a bed while his wife tends. The Sonnett's don't know the farmer offered because Jim Sonnett killed their son in a shootout in the last year. The wife, sick with grief, thinks Jeff is the dead son.
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Sam - Sheriff
You'll hang, Sonnett! No trial, no rights, nothin'! You'll hang!
Sheriff, my rights are between me and my maker, and the Good Lord don't believe in lynchin'!