[Note: This film was competing with the recent memory of the irreverent and whimsicalButch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid (1969)that had completely modernized the legendary American western, with humorous dialogue, a pop soundtrack, and slapstick.Today of all days...That""s not my job.I haven""t any police authority...Dowg-gonnit, this is the Sheriff""s job, not mine." The Judge breathlessly rushes to the posse and hesitantly speaks to he assembled group on horseback who are itching to leave ("Aw judge, before you get ready to act, them rustlers will be clear down over the Rio"), but without his courtroom surroundings and judicial robes, he is powerless:I understand how it is, men.The one that sent you down the road to Shitsburg.This? Well, this was mine." He told the Recruiter as he was wheeled in for surgery - strapped onto a stretcher: "Just promise you""ll do right by me...Jesus ain""t got nothin"" to do with this place.Yeah, this is where society dumps its worst nightmares." He added that their patient, Michael Myers (George P.Wilbur), was a notorious homicidal maniac responsible for a murderous killing spree in the town of Haddonfield, Illinois ten years earlier:"A decade ago, Halloween night, he murdered sixteen people, maybe more, trying to get to his sister.