One of my favorite wrongheaded scenes from a Hollywood western: Nevada Smith, 1966 (with Dutch subtitles?). A good illustration of the american psyche that must indulge in unspeakable cruelty before it decides to choose another approach, and in this case, because it's not worth it.
But what has stayed with me over time is the anguished and absurd taunt from Karl Malden at the end, "Ya haven't got the guts! You're yella!"