"Where you going in such a hurry?" "Come on, honey, not so fast, huh?" "Slow down a little." "Giddupl How about a drink, squaw-missy?" "No!" "Hi, Marshall Marshal Morgan!" "Marshall Marshall" "Hey, what is this?" "A raid?" "Where's Petey?" "We been out to the house and he's not there." "At the reservation with his mother, visiting her folks." "They'll be back this afternoon." "Why?" "I'll bet you fellows got some business deal cooking with Petey huh?" "He was gonna show us the gun you used in the old days when you killed the Bradley boys." "He was, was he?" "And then he was gonna show us how you did it." "You've heard that story lots of times." "You tell us." "Come on, Mr. Morgan!" "I gotta lot of work to do." "Come on!" "Come on!" "All right!" "Come on." "What's this?" "Feeding the kids hokey-pokey about the old days." "The Bradley Brothers." "I was standing at the window when I ﬁrst heard the Bradley Boys, just like this." "That wasn't hokey-pokey Matt." "I don't think these kids believe half of it anyhow." "I opened the door very easy... very easy." "Now, down the street where the ice-cream parlor is, there used to be a dance hall, an evil place..." "Pink Poodle." "That's right." "Now, one of the Bradley Boys was up on the roof there." "Jeb, over there on the stoop with a shotgun." "And right across the street was Frank." "Boy, he was a real mean one!" "Wish I'd been around then in the olden times." "Yes sir, those sure were the olden times." "Must have been nine, ten years ago." "Shucks!" "Don't even hear a gun in the territory any more." "You be glad of that." "Now, I was standing here just so, my hands at my side." "And I tell you, I expected to hear those guns go off any minute." "Bam!" "Bam!" "Now, you see those bullet holes?" "One was from Jeb Bradley." "And the other from his brother Frank." "Now, don't go rushing me, boys." "Those Bradleys were a mean bunch." "Then what did you do, Marshal?" "Well, I tell you, sir, I drew." "Aimed..." "What happened, son, tell me." "Here, calm down, son." "Here, tell your dad." "Where's your mother?" "Back on the road." "What happened, Petey?" "Andy, get some help!" "Catherine!" "Catherine!" "Catherine!" "CB" "GUN HILL" "Rick Beldenl Where you been hiding yourself, boy?" "Sure have missed you." "Is that right, Minnie?" "What did you miss about me?" "I don't understand." "I don't have to draw no pictures for you." "What happened to your face?" "Vamoose, Minnie." "I'm busy ﬁght now." "Looks like somebody scratched you." "Somebody with long ﬁngernails." "I told you to go." "Does me good to see somebody scratch you for a change." "It's nice and deep." "I said mind your own business." "That's no way to treat a girl." "What else you got to say?" "Hold it..." "Something to say?" "Anybody got something to say, say it!" "All right." "Come on, kid, let's go." "What do you want?" "I don't want nothing Rick boy." "It's your Pappy wants you." "It seems you borrowed something belonging to him and forgot to bring it back." "Let's go." "Your pappy's mighty unhappy about you, boy." "All right." "Now, tell me again." "How did he lose it?" "We stopped for a beer, Mr. Belden." "I don't know, somebody must have thieved the horses while we were in there.." "While you was having your beer, right?" "That's how it looks, Mr. Belden." "What town did you say this was?" "Paley." "You know Paley, Mr. Belden." "Oh yes, yes, I know Paley." "Ain't been a horse stole in Paley in ten years." "They're very civilized in Paley." "I guess somebody didn't know the rules." "Here he is, Mr. Belden." "Hey!" "Hey!" "Hi ya Boy." "Hey, Pa." "Have a nice trip?" "Fine." "Hear you come in on the noon train huh." "Yeah, that's right." "Where are the horses?" "I don't know." "Lee says they got stole." "Is that right?" "Yes." "We was having a beer in Paley." "You took my saddle." "Is that stole, too?" "Yes, sir." "That saddle means a lot to me." "Yes, sir, I know." "I want it back." "I ﬁgured I could pay you for it." "You can take it out of my wages every month." "I don't want the money, I want that saddle!" "Anybody else take my saddle, get it stole, you know what I'd do?" "Yes, sir." "All right." "What's that on your face?" "Nothing." "Come here, let me look." "Ain't nothing." "What do you mean?" "Hey, that looks like a scratch, huh?" "Take a she-bear to lay a welt that deep." "Yeah." "One of those she-bears over in Paley." "Yeah, yeah." "You know, Rick would do better ﬁghting with men." "Did you hear what Beero said?" "Yes, sir." "You gonna let him talk like that?" "Man, I'd hit him." "He's just joking, Pa." "What's your name?" "Come on, boy, what's your name?" "What?" "I can't hear." "Belden." "Then be a Beldenl Hit him!" "No man jokes like that with a Beldenl Now, you hit him!" "Beerol?" "Yes, Beerol." "If you don't, I'll knock you right through that wall." "Now, you hit him." "Beero, don't you pull your punches." "That's enough!" "Come on, son, get up." "Get up." "Get out." "Rick, I told you before, somebody insults you, you hit him!" "I don't care if you win or lose, but you ﬁght, understand?" "Sure, Pa, I understand." "So, you got mixed up with a..." "a she-bear, huh?" "Yeah." "Rick!" "I want that saddle and the man who stole it." "Petey all right?" "Yeah." "He's asleep now." "You and I track them from the wagon, from where they killed my daughter." "We ﬁnd them, even if they gone to Moo, we ﬁnd them." "Don't have to, Keno." "I know who this saddle belongs to." "Who?" "Belden." "Craig Belden?" "Yeah." "Then we ll the sheriff at Gun Hill and have him hold him." "I know Belden better than I know you." "I used to work with him, ride with him." "He saved my life once." "He'd never get mixed up in a thing like this." "We'd still better ll the sheriff." "Sit down." "Belden must have 2O or 3O men riding for him." "Could be any one of them." "I'm gonna deliver a saddle." "Andy, get me a ticket on the train to Gun Hill." "I go with you." "No, Keno." "I don't want you mixed up in this." "I go." "She was my daughter!" "She was my wife." "Kill him." "Kill him slow." "The Indian way." "I'll kill him... my own way." "This is the car?" "That's right, lady." "Sony, but those are the rules." "Right here!" "Been saving it just for you." "Pardon me." "Oh, no, thank you." "Would you mind lighting it for me?" "No." "Thank you." "That's a mighty handsome saddle you have there." "How far you traveling, mister?" "Gun Hill." "Oh." "I live there." "I've been to Laredo, in a hospital." "Have you ever been in a hospital?" "No." "You married?" "Sure you are." "You got the look." "I can always tell the ones that are married." "You got any kids?" "One." "Boy or girl?" "Boy." "Ah, that's nice." "Say, what are you going to Gun Hill for?" "I guess it's none of my business, huh?" "If you don't wanna talk, why don't you just say so?" "Lady, it's just that I don't feel like talking." "All right." "It's not a good idea to carry a gun where you're going." "I don't know who you are, but you see, I know who that belongs to." "So do I." "Hello, Linda." "Hello." "Where's Mr. Belden?" "He... couldn't come." "I'll handle this." "Take her out to the ranch." "I'm not going to the ranch." "Take me to the Harper House." "Mr. Belden isn't gonna like that." "Get her bags and take care of her." "I'll tell Mr. Belden." "All right." "When's the night train for Paley?" "Last train's at nine o'clock." "Thank you." "You work for Craig Belden?" "You tell him I'm coming." "'Board!" "Do you know where I can hire a rig?" "Yeah." "Right at the end of the street." "Thank you." "He showed up Mr. Belden." "The horse thief." "He did, huh?" "Where?" "At the station, and he's got your saddle." "You talk to him?" "All he said was to tell you he's coming." "He did, huh?" "Where's Linda?" "Was she on the train?" "She wouldn't come out here." "She went to the Harper House." "Harper House?" "Why?" "I don't know, Mr. Belden." "Well, let's take care of this fellow with the saddle ﬁrst." "Probably fixing to collect himself a little reward." "Well, he'll get it." "He'll get it." "Take this saddle into the harness room." "You need me, Mr. Belden?" "Have it cleaned up." "Matt?" "Hello, Craig." "Matt Morgan!" "You old..." "And I was coming up here to shellac a horse thief." "I wouldn't take $1 million for this." "I brought your saddle." "Yeah, yeah." "I see you did." "Where'd you ﬁnd it?" "A long ways from home." "Clear to Paley." "Did you catch the thieves?" "I will." "Ah, that'll keep." "Come on in." "We got a lot of drinking to catch up on." "A lot of years, Craig." "Yeah." "Well, how do you like it, huh?" "Not bad for an old saddle tramp." "You haven't changed, except for this." "Yeah." "Aw, the heck with it." "Here." "We'll drink to old times and friendship." "You know, I don't think I've made a friend since you and me split up." "I've..." "I've bought a few, though." "Come on, sit down." "Hey... who'd ever think that you'd turn out to be a marshal?" "I ﬁnally ﬁgured out the other side didn't pay." "To the law." "Matt." "You know, I sure wish you'd come in with me when I wanted you to." "I've got this whole part of the country sewed up." "I'll tell you what, you can still be a partner." "No, thanks." "I kinda like what I'm doing." "Yeah?" "I got this whole spread, I got nobody left but Rick." "That's my boy." "My wife died." "I didn't know." "Nine years ago." "Well, that's the way it goes." "You spend all your life working for something and all of a sudden your reason for wanting it is gone." "Here, let me give you another drink." "Craig, tell me about that saddle." "Well!" "Rick borrowed it." "He was going up to Dodge City for a couple of days you know, a friend of his named Lee." "On the way back, they stopped at Paley for a drink." "When they come out, the horses was gone and my saddle, too." "What day was that?" "Let me see, that was last Sunday." "That's the day my wife was killed." "Your wife?" "Those fellas that got your saddle murdered my wife." "That's why I want them." "Gee, I'm sorry, Matt." "Here I been talking about a couple of damn horses." "No wonder you're after them." "Matt, if there's anything you need, men or anything, you know where to come." "I'll ride with you." "You know, I was in my office straight through the day that it happened." "It's funny your son didn't report having those stolen horses." "Well, they probably never thought of it." "You know, nobody here goes to a marshal, they all come to me." "Yeah." "Matt, do you have anything to go on?" "As far as I can see, those fellows could walk right through that door and you wouldn't know them huh." "I wouldn't know them both, but..." "I'd know one of them." "Well, that's better." "How?" "My wife got him across the face with the lash." "Petey was there." "Petey?" "I got a son, too." "Nine years old and he was there, Craig." "Petey says she laid his cheek open to the bone." "Well, that's something." "You know, a cut like that would leave a mark for quite some time." "Yeah, I guess it would." "I think I'd better have a talk with your son Rick and his friend." "Well, they're not here Matt." "Besides, they couldn't tell you any different than they told me." "They was in a bar in Paley and their animals got stole, That's all there was to it." "Is that what your boy told you?" "Well, that's what they both told me." "Which one's got the cut, Craig?" "What?" "The mark where my wife lashed him before they raped and murdered her." "What are you talking about Matt?" "I'm talking about your son Rick." "He's a liar." "Matt..." "He's a liar!" "We got two saloons in Paley." "They're both closed on Sunday." "Maybe I got it wrong." "Maybe it wasn't Sunday." "How do I...?" "Which one's got the cut, Craig?" "It was your boy, wasn't it?" "No, Matt." "Wasn't it?" "No, Matt, it wasn't." "I'll ﬁnd out, Craig." "If it takes me years, I'll ﬁnd him." "And he'll still have that cut." "Suppose I could locate them for you?" "I'd take them both back to Paley." "They'll stand trial for rape and murder." "Matt, you're my best friend." "I'd do anything in the world for you." "But leave that boy alone." "This is my son you're talking about." "No Graig." "It's my wife we're talking about." "You don't lay a ﬁnger on that boy!" "You're leaving on the next train." "I own the sheriff, this town and every man in it." "You're leaving on the next train, Matt." "All right, Craig, the last train leaves at nine o'clock." "I'll be on it." "But there'll be two men with me, and one of them'll have a cut on his cheek." "Beero!" "Sheriff Bartlett?" "Why do you want him?" "I've got two John Doe warrants to serve here." "It's customary to inform the local peace ofﬁcer." "It won't be necessary in this case." "It's customary for the sheriff to cooperate..." "You're his deputy..." "We've got our own customaries Mr. Morgan." "Anyway, the sheriff ain't around." "When's he coming back?" "He ain't coming back." "What are you?" "Deputy?" "Don't matter much what you call me." "I'm calling you yellow." "It's your privilege." "I'm all for law and order, Marshal, but a lawman's gotta take the long view." "You see that big hotel up the end of the street?" "Owned by Mr. Belden." "Those cattle pens by the tracks east of town?" "Belden and Son." "He owns the livery stable, couple of saloons." "Some people even say he owns the Town Council." "So, like I tell you, a lawman's gotta take the long view." "Far as I'm concened, you can go out there in the street and get yourself killed any time you want to." "You know something?" "4O years from now, the weeds'll grow just as pretty on my grave as on yours." "And nobody'll even remember that I was yellow, or that you died like a fool." "That's your long view, son." "Always take the long view." "I've got two warrants and I'm gonna serve them." "I'm leaving town with two men." "And the long view is this:" "Don't try to stop me." "Rick, you lied to me about that saddle." "Now, wait a minute, Pa." "Rick, you lied to me." "Listen, Mr. Belden..." "I listened to you before." "And you lied to me, both of you." "It was cause we were scared Pa." "You know I wouldn't lie to you." "You got plenty of reason to be scared." "What are you talking about, Pa?" "You know damn well what I'm talking about!" "That woman up in Paley?" "We didn't mean to hurt her, Pa." "Honest we didn't." "Look Mr. Belden we were just trying to have a little fun, that's all." "Pa, you said yourself there ain't nothing prettier than a Cherokee squaw." "It was an accident, Pa." "She must have hit her head on a rock or something." "You know who that woman was?" "She wasn't nobody Mr. Belden." "I'll take an oath on that." "Just an Indian squaw." "Get out of here before I kill you." "You keep your worthless butt off my property, you hear!" "Rick!" "I thought I made a man out of you." "It wasn't my fault." "I thought I told you that." "It was nobody's fault." "I don't know what are you making such a fuss about?" "Lee was right, she wasn't nothing but an indian squaw." "I'll tell you who that woman was." "That was Matt Morgan's wife!" "You know what I think of Morgan." "You've heard me talk about him enough." "That was my friend's wife you killed!" "It was an accident Pa!" "I told you that." "He's come to get you." "He's got a warrant." "A hanging warrent!" "If I was Matt, I wouldn't serve that warrant." "I'd kill you." "I ain't afraid of Morgan." "I can take care of myself." "Yeah, you can take care of yourself!" "I know how to handle a gun, and ain't gonna run away." "I'm going in to town." "Rick, you take Beero and Skag with you!" "I don't need bodyguards Pa." "Who do you think you're up against, some ﬁeld hand?" "This is Matt Morgan." "Now you do what I tell you." "And don't you do a thing till I get there." "Beero!" "Skag!" "Get in here!" "Pa, what's gonna happen to Lee?" "He'll be drunk in an hour." "I gotta tell you something, Pa." "It wasn't Lee's fault." "He'll be drunk in an hour." "If Matt ﬁnds him, he'll be dead in two." "I just hope that eases Matt's hurt." "I'm looking for Rick Belden." "Know where I can ﬁnd him?" "What do you want him for, Marshal?" "I'd like to talk to him and his friend Lee." "Never heard of them." "Maybe you got the wrong town." "No, I got the ﬁght town." "Maybe I'm talking to the wrong people." "That's the only kind we got." "Before we're through, you're gonna have two less." "Well now, that's right nasty of you, Marshal." "Ah-h, we heard some rumor 'bout some Indian girl, but..." "Hereabouts we don't arrest a man for killing an Indian." "We give him a bounty." "What'll it be, Marshal?" "Whiskey." "Look Marshal, it's none of my business, but I'd like to give you a little free advice..." "Get out of town?" "That's right." "How much?" "It's on the house, just like the advice." "Course you wouldn't know where to ﬁnd them?" "If they was standing right next to you, I wouldn't tell you." "I've got a family Marshal." "Yeah, I can understand that." "Isn't there anybody in this town that's not afraid of Craig Belden?" "Sure, the graveyards full of them." "I'm not afraid of Craig Belden." "What are you doing in a place like this?" "I was raised in places like this." "That makes two of us." "Everybody tells me you're gonna get yourself killed today." "Is that what they say?" "It's what they say." "Just like Jimmy." "A fella I used to know." "Just like you." "Always wanted to make everything right." "He had a heart as big as a house and a brain the size of a pea." "Well, I suppose you don't know where to find Rick Belden either would you?" "No." "But I know where I'd look." "Where?" "That gin mill across the street." "It's called Charlie's Place, but Craig Belden counts the cash." "Thanks." "Oh!" "And if any of the girls try and tell you how wonderful you are, don't believe them." "I know, I used to deal there." "Just like Jimmy, stubborn as a mule." "Next time you see Jimmy, say hello." "We seem to have a lot in common." "Maybe more than you know." "He's dead." "They shot him down in the street." "Six, deuce, pair of ﬁves... ten, three." "You're high, Charlie." "$5_" "I'll ll." "Six." "Where you going, Rick?" "I'll be back." "He's fixing to get scratched again." "Pair of tens." "Can't a girl get some sleep?" "Alright, don't make any noise." "Rick, what are you doing up there?" "Will you let him alone, Skag?" "Come on, Rick!" "We're fixing to shoot a little red dog." "We need your money!" "All right, everybody up..." "Just keep away from those guns." "All right, on your feet." "All right, one at a time." "In there." "Start moving." "Morgan, you must be out of your mind." "Get in there." "I need one of your jail cells until train time, Sheriff." "The cells are all locked." "I wouldn't know where to ﬁnd the keys." "Pretty bad bump you put on that boy's head." "Mr. Belden ain't gonna like it." "Reckon he's got plenty of time to handle it." "Evening train ain't due for six hours." "You'll never get him on it." "You've been lucky so far, Morgan." "The tough part's still ahead." "You're gonna turn this place into a shooting gallery!" "Get out and take him with you!" "I want a room." "You can't stay here." "Mr. Belden's owns this hotel." "You're breaking the law!" "I am the law." "Morgan's got your boy, Mr. Belden." "Don't worry, I've never killed an unarmed man in my life." "Or a woman either." "He got him, Mr. Belden." "He's up in that far room." "He jumped us right in the bar." "Rick was upstairs." "Then Morgan came down with him knocked out cold." "Cover the place." "Rick!" "Can you hear me?" "Yeah, Pa!" "Are you all right?" "Yeah, Pa!" "Matt!" "Matt!" "I wanna come up!" "You got something to say, say it!" "I told you to leave town!" "Are you tired of living or just plain crazy?" "I've got 2O men down here!" "Now, you turn Rick loose!" "You know the answer to that." "He's got me cuffed me to the bed up here Pa!" "Matt, now, this is your last chancel You through?" "All right." "All right, you called the turn." "Do me a favour, will you Morgan?" "Try walking in front of that window again." "Hey!" "No!" "Pa, make them stop!" "He's got the bed in front of the window!" "Pa!" "Hold it!" "Aren't you gonna do anything about it Mr. Belten?" "Why don't we rush the place?" "We could take him easy." "After all, he's only one man." "That's my son up there." "Well!" "That's better." "Not so noisy." "You're a goner, Morgan." "I know my old man." "The only way you're gonna get out of here's in a box." "Just so long as I got you with me, that's the main thing." "He can't stay holed up forever." "Sooner or later, he'll have to come out." "Charlie!" "Yeah?" "Get Doc Rainey, huh?" "Where's Skag?" "He couldn't make it back." "Why don't he have sense and quit?" "He don't stand a chance in hell." "Rushing him don't do no good." "Where are the other men?" "Over at the Horseshoe." "Naw." "Naw you wait." "Pretty soon they'll be stampeding in here to get liquored up." "Killing, blood, a good gunﬁght, makes them thirsty." "You'd think they'd be buying already." "Two men dead." "Three." "You're forgetting Skag." "That wasn't a man." "But Matt Morgan." "You've got to admire somebody with that much guts." "OK, OK." "You look kind of lonesome, missy." "I haven't been lonesome since I was 12 years old." "Like to buy you a little drink." "Later, missy, later!" "Hey, you think Morgan'll really make it?" "No." "I wish he would, though." "I'd love to see Craig's face." "Yeah." "I'll tell you one thing." "If Morgan does manage to get the kid out of here, it could really hurt Craig." "Probably the only thing in the world that would hurt him." "Where are you going?" "Up to my room." "What?" "In the Harper House?" "The hotel where this Morgan's holed up?" "You going in there?" "Why not?" "I live there." "Don't listen to her." "She's just pulling your leg." "She may walk in that lobby, but she ain't going up them stairs." "Now you know you're not going in there." "How would you two like to put your money where your mouths are?" "I got a $100 here that says I'm not only go up there, but I walk right into Morgan's room and talk to him." "I'll take half that bet." "How about you, big mouth?" "Well, of all the stubborn women, you take the cake." "All right." "Who'll hold the bet?" "Put it in the cash register." "Linda!" "Why didn't you come back to the ranch?" "So you could beat me up again?" "Put me back in the hospital." "What did you expect after all I heard?" "Rick told you those things." "Rick hates me." "He always has and you know it." "When he tells you dirty lies and stories about me, why believe him?" "Why couldn't you just once believe me?" "'Cause he's my son." "What am I?" "Nothing?" "You know better than that." "Oh Craig, it's not gonna be that way any more." "What are you talking about?" "Ten days I lay in that hospital." "And every one of those days I swore that we were through." "And I was through with this town and through with you." "But you me back." "You told me something once." "You said you'd marry me." "Will you marry me?" "We can't talk about that right now." "You know how Rick feels..." "Rick!" "Rick!" "Thanks, I've got my answer." "Where are you going?" "I'm going back to the hotel." "If I'm going to get a job, I have to dress the part." "You ain't going back to work." "You don't leave me 'til I tell you to leave me." "You'll do nothing until this is over." "All right, but just until this is over." "What's all this about you being able to talk to Morgan?" "Do you know him?" "Yes, I know him." "I met him on the train." "Linda, Morgan was my closest friend." "Now, I don't wanna see him killed." "But he's come to take Rick." "Ain't no man in the world gonna take my son away from me." "The only way Morgan's gonna get out of here alive is if I get Rick back." "Now Linda, you go up there and you..." "you talk to him." "Maybe he'll listen to you." "Tell him I don't wanna kill him." "He ain't got a chance." "He's just being stubborn." "You need me now, don't you?" "Linda, you do this for me now, will you?" "Please." "I never thought I'd live to hear you use that word, Craig." "204, please." "You can't go up there, miss." "You know who I am?" "Yes, ma'am." "Do you wanna explain it to Mr. Belden?" "Thank you." "It's me, Marshal, Linda." "Don't shoot." "What do you want?" "We're neighbours." "I live right across the hall." "Linda, honey, give me a cigarette, will you?" "Well, it looks like you've been having yourself a time, Marshal." "Hold it." "Keep away from that window." "You wanna get shot?" "Ah-h, I think they can tell the between you and me." "Tell Pa I'm tired of waiting." "Maybe Mr. Morgan's tired of waiting, too." "No, he's just tired of living." "You better get going." "Marshal." "Look, you can get out of this if you want to." "All you just have to turn that kid loose." "Yeah, I know." "There's a drainpipe that runs down the back of this building." "You could shinny down it." "No, thanks." "Well..." "I didn't really have to change." "It was kind of a bet." "I don't know." "Seemed like a funny, wild thing to do at the time." "Listen, Linda..." "I need help." "You sure do." "I know it's a big thing, but..." "Don't listen, Linda!" "Don't listen to nothing he says!" "What is it you want, Marshal?" "I need a shotgun." "A shotgun?" "A pistol's not enough for what I gotta do." "But I can't..." "Please." "If you want to help me, that's what I need." "I can't." "I'm too selﬁsh to stick my neck out." "Besides, I'm not like you." "I don't wanna die for law and order." "I'm sorry, I really am." "It's all right." "I understand." "Linda, don't you go mixing in this!" "You hear me?" "Oh, shut up!" "Oh, Miss Linda, did Rick say anything?" "He asked for a cigarette." "I didn't give him one." "All right, you changed your dress." "Now prove you were with Morgan." "We watched out the window, didn't see nothing." "You keep the money." "It wasn't a decent thing to bet on anyway." "What's the matter Linda?" "Oh, that poor fool up there in that hotel room with his high-ﬂown ideals, a whole town standing around waiting to see him get killed." "Not one of them'll put out a helping hand to him." "Including me." "Why would you wanna go against Graig Belden?" "You talk as though he's some sort of god." "He isn't." "He's a man." "Just like that one up in that room." "Here." "I've got the man that can prove whether she was there or not." "Here he is." "You seen Rick?" "You was in the room?" "Yes." "You notice anything new about him?" "He has a scar ﬁght here." "She was up there." "Hey!" "Does Morgan still think he can take me?" "Well, he'd better not try." "Is he the man who was with Rick at the killing?" "Yeah." "Lee." "Let me buy you a drink." "Some whiskey for the..." ""gentleman", Steve." "Lee... tell me what happened." "Far as we could see, she was just another Indian squaw." "How did we know it was Morgan's wife?" "Morgan ain't gonna take me back." "He ain't even gonna take Rick back." "You're gonna stop him?" "It could be done, lady, it could be done." "Once he come outta there." "If he won't come out and ﬁght like a man, there are ways to make him come out." "I oould do it." "How about buying me another drink?" "You can have mine." "You all right, Linda?" "Yes, yes, I'm ﬁne." "Matt?" "Matt!" "I'm coming up." "Jake." "Henry." "Drop your gun, Craig." "How can we settle this man?" "The laws gotta settle it, not us." "I saved your life once." "You owe me that." "You owe me one life." "I remember you saved my life." "But he took a life." "He killed a woman!" "For the fun of it!" "Taking him won't bring your wife back." "My wife or somebody else's, makes no difference." "I took an oath for this job." "The oath says bring him in, that's what I'll do." "What do you want me to do?" "You want me to beg Matt?" "All right, Matt, I'll beg." "He's all I got." "Matt, maybe it was my fault." "You know, it ain't easy to raise a boy without a mother." "Yeah, I know, Craig." "What about Petey?" "You ain't getting out of this alive." "New, you know that." "That boy's gonna be an orphan." "You thought about that?" "You've already got me dead." "How did I die?" "If the only way I could die today is for you to kill me, and that's a problem." "Your problem!" "This guy's crazy." "He don't care what happens to him." "Now come on, stop the talking and get me outta here." "Now, you just shut up." "I've tried to reason with you, Matt." "You just won't listen." "Alright, what happens from now on is your doing, Matt." "I ought to kill you for that." "Why don't you?" "Why don't you kill me?" "You saved my life." "I've paid you back." "But from here on in, they're all free shots." "Get out of here, Craig." "Get me out of here, Pa." "Take it easy Rick." "I'll get you out." "Steve, have you got another tablet?" "My head's killing me." "Yeah, sure." "Here they are." "Hey, Morgan." "You still ﬁguring to make the nine o'clock train?" "Have to make your move pretty soon won't you?" "What time you got now?" "How you gonna get me to the station Morgan?" "You gonna carry this bed on your back?" "Your father told you to keep your mouth shut." "That was good advice." "You ain't gonna make it, Morgan." "Your son Petey's gonna be an orphan." "You know that?" "How'd I know she was your wife?" "It ain't my fault you married some damn squaw!" "It don't take no guts to kill a man when he's cuffed." "It takes guts not to." "Be too easy on you." "You'd die too quick." "I know an old man who'd like to kill you, Belden." "The Indian way." "Slow." "And that's how I'm going to do it." "Slow." "But the white man's way." "First you'll stand trial." "That takes a fair amount of time, and you'll do a lot of sweating." "Then they'll sentence you." "I've never seen a man who didn't get sick to his stomack when he heard the kind of sentence you'll draw." "After that, you'll sit in a cell and wait." "Maybe for months, thinking how that rope'll feel around your neck." "Then they'll come around some cold morning, just before sun-up." "They'll tie your arms behind you." "You'll start blubbering, kicking, yelling for help." "But it won't do you any good." "They'll drag you out in the yard and heave you onto that platform, ﬁx that rope around your neck and leave you out there all alone with a big black hood over your eyes." "You know the last sound you hear?" "Kind of a thump when they kick the trapdoor catch and down you go." "You'll hit the end of that rope like a sack of potatoes, all dead weight." "It'll be white hot around your neck." "Your Adam's apple'll turn to mush." "You'll ﬁght for breath, but you haven't got any." "Your brain'll begin to boil." "You'll scream and holler, but nobody'll hear you." "You'll hear it... but nobody else." "Finally, you're just swinging there, all alone and dead." "What are you doing back here?" "It's loaded." "It's just a sawed-off, but it's the only thing I could get my hands on." "This is gonna mean a lot of trouble for you." "I've been in trouble since the day I was born, Matt." "I'm sorry..." "I heard about your wife." "Lee Smithers told me." "Where is he?" "He's in the bar." "You can't get him." "I'll come back for him." "Why don't you give up?" "You don't understand me do you." "I understand you're gonna get yourself killed!" "You should see those people out there." "All lined up and down the street, waiting to see it happen." "The human race stinks." "I'm practilly an authority on that subject." "You must have loved her very much." "You... you'd better get out of here now." "Good luck to you, Matt Morgan." "Thanks, Linda." "All right, Beero." "Get in back." "Let me go!" "Dawson!" "Let me go!" "Dawson!" "Let go of me!" "She took a gun up to Morgan!" "A shotgun!" "Yes, sir, Mr. Belden." "I..." "I saw it." "Linda?" "I hope he makes it." "Linda..." "I really do." "I'm praying for it!" "Linda..." "Mr. Belden, the hotel caught ﬁre!" "The whole back end's burning!" "Let's get those water buckets!" "How did it start?" "Somebody probably set it to try to get him out." "What fool did that?" "Luke!" "Jake!" "Get buckets." "Form a brigade." "Rick!" "Matt, I'll make you pay for this." "One shot, Craig, just one..." "and I'll blow his head off." "Get out ahead of me." "Tell your men not to use their guns!" "They may get me, but one twitch on this trigger is all it takes." "Don't shoot!" "Sheriff, untie the horse." "Do what he says." "Untie the horse, Bartlett." "What are we gonna do?" "Nothing now." "Wait." "Another block and he'll be at the station." "Don't you worry, Rick!" "I'll get you out of this!" "Who's that?" "Smithers." "I hope for your sake your friend doesn't try anything foolish." "All right, Morgan, you can stop there!" "Lee, don't start nothing." "Don't worry about me Rick." "Come on!" "How about it Morgan, I was in on it." "Wanna draw on me?" "Lee, don't!" "Lee, you damn fool!" "Get away now!" "Stay out of this Belden!" "You had your chance!" "I'm taking mine now." "Come on, Morgan, You wanna draw on me?" "draw!" "Come on Morgan, draw!" "Lee, don't!" "Come on!" "Lee, don't!" "Rick!" "Rick!" "Rick!" "Rick, no!" "No, Rick!" "Rick." "Dead." "Matt!" "Matt!" "It's all over." "No, it's not, Matt." "It's over Craig." "I told you I was gonna kill you." "Now I'm gonna do it." "Draw!" "Don't try me." "Please." "Come on." "Draw!" "All right, Craig." "If that's the way you want it." "That's the way I want it." "Then, you draw." "Craig..." "Matt..." "What was your boy's name, Matt?" "Petey." "Petey." "That's right." "Petey..." "Raise him good, Matt."