"Have a nice trip?" "Yes." "Very nice." "Expecting someone?" "I guess not." "Say, where's the stage office?" "Right over there, back of the depot." "Thank you." "Doggone your hide, Blossom." "Look at that." "Look what you went and done." "I'm telling you, Blossom, that makes you... the most aggravating female lever had a despise for." "I ought to poison you." "Howdy." "That the stage for Santa Inez?" "Leaves in a minute." "We've just got... a couple passengers to pick up at the hotel." "Santa Inez, $17.50." "Your name?" "Rocklin." "Mind if I ride alongside the driver?" "It's all right with me if it's all right with Dave." "He's mad." "It's his last trip." "Had a row with Harolday, the boss." "Old-timer, Dave." "Grumpy old cuss." "I can remember..." "I like grumpy old cusses." "Hope to live long enough to be one." "Here's your mail, Dave." "And one more passenger." "Mind if I ride here?" "Where's them women?" "Up at the hotel." "Why ain't they here?" "This is the stage depot, ain't it?" "You can pick them up there." "It's just up the street." ""It's just up the street." And they can't walk it?" "What's the matter?" "Don't easterners have legs like other folk?" "Hold tight when you get in the mountains, mister." "When he gets riled, you can hear the passengers praying for miles." "Where are them women?" "Waiting for you to carry them out?" "Hey, Dave." "Will you tell Arly Harolday her saddle ain't ready yet?" "I ain't telling that crazy female nothing." "Last time I see her, she threatened to rip the hide off me... and beat me dizzy with it." "Say, mister, will you tell the agent at Santa Inez... to tell Miss Harolday her saddle ain't ready yet." "I'll say that." "Thank you." "This trunk go?" "Yes, it goes." "By next year, madam, we expect to have a bathtub on every floor." "Don't drop it!" "At your age, you best not be lifting things so heavy." "Maybe you're young enough to hoist it up there your own self." "Dave will have his little jokes." "Clara!" "Staring as if you've never seen a man before in your life." "I hope you have a nice trip, ladies." "If we get there." "Wouldn't surprise me if we didn't." "You wait till I get you on the road." "Ever ride with Dave before, mister?" "Nope." "Then try and hold him down." "He'll scare the women to death." "I never feel sorry for anything that happens to a woman." "Wonder why a young fella who don't have to... wants to come into this dad-blasted country." "You mean what you said back there about women?" "Yep." "Then you're smarter than most." "Maybe I've seen more of them than most." "Shouldn't be surprised." "Shouldn't be a little mite surprised." "All the same...." "Have a snort." "Whiskey and women." "You ever think how much alike they are?" "They both fool you, but you never figure how to do without them." "Have another." "Not just yet, thanks." "Well, here's to her." "Who?" "The next one that fools you." "Want me to spell you for a while?" "Nope." "I've had a couple of snorts, but that don't make no difference." "Leastwise, never has." "Don't ever get old and wore-out and useless like me." "Who says you are?" "Boss Harolday, for one." "I ain't bellyaching." "I reckon he's entitled to his opinion... but him and me never did see eye to eye." "What's wrong?" "It's constitutional, I reckon." "He's too darn sane, believing in law and order." "What's wrong with law and order?" "That depends on who's dishing it out." "I never was much on taking orders myself." "And as for the law... you'll find out what that means around these parts." "Driver!" "Driver, what's the matter?" "Nothing." "Resting the horses." "You can get out and stretch your legs if you like." "Resting horses?" "What for?" "I can see with my own eyes it's downhill." "Are you in such an all-fired hurry, lady?" "Certainly we're in a hurry!" "Then, we'll hurry some." "Help!" "Help!" "Now what's the matter?" "Why are you stopping again?" "Indigestion." "Why do we stop here?" "Somebody say something?" "I did!" "Why do we stop here?" "If you want to eat and stretch your legs." "Will you please stop referring to my legs?" "You got some, ain't you?" "Zeke!" "Dave!" "You two-legged old sidewinder." "Howdy do, ladies." "How about something to eat?" "If it won't take too long." "Right this way." "You know, Zeke, this is my last trip." "Why?" "'Cause Harolday won't take back what he said." "No?" "What did he say?" ""You're fired."" "Here you are, folks." "Just dig in and help yourself." "Ain't you gonna eat, mister?" "I'll have some coffee." "Supper, Dave?" "No." "I'm drinking mine." "Set them up." "Young man, our driver's had all the liquor he can take." "Has he?" "You know he has." "You're not a complete fool, are you?" "Frequently." "The rudeness of people in these parts is appalling." "Mighty nice aroma of veal around here." "Doing yourself pretty well these days, Stan?" "A friend of mine was by, sold me a quarter of beef." "Same friend that sold you that hide..." "Bob here found hidden away in your barn yesterday?" "Hide?" "What hide?" "One that might send you to the penitentiary." "What did you do with it, Stan?" "I never had no hide hidden out." "I saw it yesterday under the hay." "it must still be there." "No, it ain't." "We looked." "Where is it?" "I tell you..." "What is all this?" "Afternoon, ma'am." "Miss Cardell, ain't it?" "Martin." "Miss Martin." "This is Miss Cardell." "Pleased to meet you, miss." "Been expecting you down at Santa Inez." "I'm Sheriff Jackson." "What's going on with him?" "Just a little matter of the law." "Rustling." "A thief." "I tell you..." "Save it!" "Matter of fact, Bob here says the hide he saw yesterday... had the KC brand on it." "What do you intend doing about it?" "The law's pretty harsh around here on cattle thieves." "Of course, we don't want to make no mistake with an old-timer"" "How about the owner of that beef?" "Might he not have something to say about it?" "Meaning?" "Red Cardell." "He's the owner of the KC, isn't he?" "You're way behind the herd, mister." "Red Cardell died three weeks ago." "Was murdered, you mean." "That's right." "Shot in the back not far from here." "Maybe he was getting onto things... about the cattle that's been missing from the KC lately." "I tell you, I never had no hide." "You got beef." "Yeah, and I got a bill of sale for it, too." "Suppose you let me see that bill of sale." "Sure." "It's right out here." "Like I said, I wouldn't want to make no mistake with an old-timer." "That's her." "The old one." "She ain't got no legs." "Hold your tongue!" "And you." "Stop staring as if we were monsters." "We have to have another drink." "Where's Stan?" "He's inside, explaining away a hide." "It seems they're eating stolen beef." "Somebody's loco." "Stan might give house-room to a little dead beef... but he'd never be fool enough to leave the hide laying around." "How about it, Zeke?" "That's the way it is, Dave." "It's you, huh?" "Yeah, your old pal Bob Claws." "Get away from me, you two-timing horse thief." "Them's ﬁghting words, partner." "Stan, don't let them hang nothing on you you ain't done." "They're just a couple of four flushers, the pair of them." "Everybody knows that." "Crazy drunk." "Sure I'm drunk." "That's why I'm telling the truth." "I'm drunk, and I'll say what I think." "I'll say what I know." "Don't act up this ways, Dave." "There's women watching." "Take your dirty paws off me." "What he needs is a short lay-down." "Me and Bob will look after him." "Come on, Bob." "We're his friends." "Take your hands off me." "I can take care of myself." "Careful, now." "Don't hurt him." "How are things standing now between you and the law?" "All right, I reckon." "I guess this bill of sale kind of winded him." "Lucky you saved it." "We laid him down." "He went right to sleep." "Good." "Sorry to have a ruckus like this in front of you ladies... but Dave's an ornery old cuss when he gets going." "Too drunk to drive on, I'm afraid." "Don't worry, ma'am." "Bob here will take you on in." "He knows every inch of the road, don't you?" "You bet." "I'm driving." "But if anything was to happen to the ladies, I'd feel to blame." "Don't." "Senor." "Did they do it?" "They hit him with a pistols." "His friends, eh?" "What happened this time?" "Bumped his head." "Where?" "On Iron Mountain?" "Where's the best chance of a cheap room?" "Cap's place across the street, the Sunup Saloon." "Saloon?" "Saloon." "Where's the hotel?" "Up the street a piece, lady." "Are we expected to carry our bags this time of night?" "Do you want to drive them on up?" "Nope." "I'll pick up my saddle tomorrow." "Well?" "Hey, Doc, customer." "Take my hand, Shorty." "What happened here?" "Bumped his head." "So I see." "Looks like he's going to need a couple or so stitches." "You better get him up to a room." "I'll get a key." "Book me for one, too." "I'll help you with him." "He'll be all right." "How about a little snort?" "Don't mind if I do." "Come along." "Will he make it?" "Sure he'll make it." "You can't kill off an old jug-wallow like Dave that easy." "You're right." "I reckon Saint Peter's getting mighty weary... dusting off that doormat for him." "What'll you have?" "Whiskey." "Same." "By the way, how'd you say it happened?" "I didn't." "That's right." "You didn't." "The reason I ask, there were a couple of fellas in here... that said that Dave was kicking up quite a ruckus up at Stan's place." "Sheriff Jackson it was, and Bob Claws." "Tough customers, those Claws boys." "It don't pay to start nothing with them you don't intend to finish." "No." "Say, Doc, they tell me George is getting out again." "Yes!" "That's Bob Claws' brother." "Just did a stretch in the penitentiary for horse stealing." "They string them up for that where I come from." "Too bad they didn't string Claws up while they were about it." "Here's how." "Mud." "That's a good hand." "What did I tell you?" "They got to be big to beat me." "Clint Harolday's luck is good tonight, huh?" "They're certainly running for him." "It's about time." "He's taken a beating this last week that would shake a better man." "Include me out." "Come on." "Can't you take it?" "Not with that kind of luck, I can't." "Besides, I only sat in to oblige." "Come on, Doc." "I still got to take something from you." "No more tonight, son." "How about you, sir?" "Care to sit in?" "I must warn you that our young friend here... is holding phenomenal cards." "Don't mind if I do." "That's fine." "This is Pat Fosler." "How are you?" "Ab Jenkins." "How are you?" "Shorty Davis, and Clint Harolday." "My name is Garvey." "Judge Garvey, sir." "I don't believe I got yours." "Rocklin." "How do you do, sir?" "Please sit down." "Anybody got any change?" "You won't need any change in this game, mister." "I'll let you have some, sir." "Deal, Ab." "I'm up." "Your bet." "It's open for $3." "I'm out." "Raise you $20." "I'm out." "Beats me." "Call you for $6." "Dig." "Table stakes, Clint." "Not if he wants to dig." "Got you beat." "Cards?" "One." "One for me." "That queen is dead." "Or I can take it if I want it." "Sure, if you want... but you got to beat my hand with four cards." "I'm playing these, mister." "I'm not setting in." "Why don't you boys split the pot?" "I'm not splitting." "I'm betting." "You calling?" "Nope." "I'm raising." "Dig." "Let me have some money." "You're in deep enough already, Clint." "I have called for all I've got." "Full house." "Kings up win." "That third queen is dead." "Mister, get away from that table and get out of here." "Maybe from now on you'll know... a full house beats two pairs, you four-flusher." "He wasn't armed, Clint." "I don't like to tell men how to play cards when I'm not sitting in... but maybe I ought to have spoken up." "That queen was dead, Clint, and you know it." "When anybody plays poker with me, they play my game or not at all." "If I was you, I'd hightail it out of here before he comes back." "Comes back." "He's the kind." "I've come for my money." "Sure." "I guess I was wrong about that queen." "Cap's an old gambler, and he says you were right all the time." "I'm willing to take Cap's word for it because, as I said, he...." "Good night, gentlemen." "Funny thing about that card." "Why, if I'd known for sure it was dead like Cap said..." "He's gone to bed, Clint." "Who are you?" "How are you feeling?" "Fine." "Indigestion?" "Yeah." "Nice place you got here." "This isn't my place." "It's the Sunup Saloon." "Saloon?" "Saloon." "See you later." "Saloon." "I knocked, but I guess you didn't hear me." "What do you want?" "Looks like you kind of stirred things up around here last night, stranger." "Is that what you came to say?" "Nope." "Got a message for you." "Somebody wants to see you out front." "Who?" "Why don't you go down and find out?" "I will." "What's going on over there?" "Arly Harolday's on the warpath." "I just talked to him." "He ought to be down any minute." "Here he comes now." "Watch the fun." "Your name Rocklin?" "Yes, ma'am." "You took some money from my brother last night." "Did I?" "You took it at the point of a gun... and I'm taking it back the same way." "You're Arly Harolday." "Dig!" "I was told to say that your saddle isn't ready yet." "Stop!" "Stop or I'll kill you!" "Turn around." "Turn around!" "Whiskey." "You lied to me, didn't you?" "Don't think I'll forget this, making a fool of me... in front of the whole town." "I'll see you at the ranch." "Was that a close shave." "Why, she'd just as soon hit you as miss you." "You don't know how lucky you were, son." "Why do you think I need this?" "Say, that was the funniest thing I ever saw." "That Arly is madder than a loco heifer." "You sure get the..." "Get out of here!" "You broke it!" "That calls for one on the house." "Come on." "Come in here." "Who handled Red Cardell's business?" "Judge Garvey." "Know where I could find him?" "He rooms behind his office across the street over there." "He doesn't usually raise the blinds, though, until about noon." "See you later." "Thanks." "Boy, has somebody come to town." "Come in." "Mr. Rocklin, good morning." "Come in, sir." "Come right in." "That was quite a poker game we had last night, wasn't it?" "Yes." "Excuse me." "I'll get my coat." "Yes, sir, that was quite a little poker game." "What can I do for you, sir?" "I understand you were Red Cardell's lawyer." "I was." "Yes, that's right." "You know anything about this?" ""Dear Rocklin, glad you have made up your mind to come."" ""Enclosed find train fare and $150 advance on your wages."" "$150?" "I don't quite understand." "I don't know why Red should have wanted to hire you." "Why not?" "I don't know." "It's true that he did a lot of peculiar things... but I don't know where he could have used you." "Of course, if you'd like to go on as an extra hand...." "Excuse me." "Good morning, ladies." "Judge Garvey, I presume?" "Yes, and you are?" "I'm Miss Martin." "This is my niece Clara Cardell." "How do you do?" "Come in, please, and sit down." "You arrived at a very opportune moment, madam." "As the new owner of the KC Ranch, I'm sure you'll be interested to know... that this gentleman claims to have a letter..." ""Claims to have"?" "You read it, didn't you?" "Has a letter, shall we say, then, from the late Mr. Cardell... engaging him to work on the KC." "You can't hold us to account for every promise made by that man." "Everybody knows he wasn't responsible for his actions half the time." "And if you think I'd have you work on the ranch in any capacity..." "Lady, I'd rather walk for somebody else than ride for you." "What impudence!" "The only reason I came here today... was to pay back the $150 Red Cardell sent in advance." "No." "Don't interfere, Clara." "Of course he must pay it back." "As far as the rail road fare is concerned..." "I reckon we can check that off to time lost, call it quits." "But, mister, I...." "I'm sorry." "I don't know your name." "Rocklin, miss." "It isn't fair for you to pay anything back." "I'd prefer it that way, if you don't mind." "I have a message for you." "About what?" "Wait a minute." "I just heard they let George Claws out of the penitentiary... and you can tell him if he sets foot on the Topaz Ranch..." "I'll shoot him on sight." "But, Miss Arly, I don't know why you should... want to deliver your message through me." "You have mutual friends." "If you're referring to Sheriff Jackson..." "I am." "But that's absurd, Miss Arly." "The fact that he employs one of Claws brothers... doesn't make the other his friend." "Have it your own way, but warn him." "I mean it." "Miss Harolday, this is Miss Cardell." "How do you do?" "Hello." "And Miss Martin, her aunt." "Hello." "How do you do?" "I think you should know each other, seeing that you're going to be neighbors." "Miss Harolday runs the Topaz Ranch for her stepfather." "She's a famous horsewoman in these parts." "I saw you ride into town this morning." "You looked lovely." "Yes?" "Harolday wants to see you down at his office." "What about?" "He's got a proposition to make about riding for him." "$60 a month." "That's foreman wages." "I wouldn't give you a red cent, but it's his money." "The way things are shaping up around the ranch... maybe we could do with somebody as mean as you." "I warn you, Miss Harolday, you're making a great mistake." "Do you want the job?" "Lead the way." "Why did you have to say that?" "I simply don't understand you." "But I understand you." "You should be ashamed, throwing yourself at a man like that." "Why, Hurry...." "You must excuse her." "She's young." "And inexperienced." "Young people must be protected from themselves at times." "Don't you agree?" "Exactly." "He following you?" "Not following me." "He's with me." "He's always with me." "Just an old friend." "Best friend I've got." "Wait here." "I just hired a man named Rocklin, said you made me do it." "$60, and he'll earn it, while he lasts." "Arly, you know we don't need any more help." "Why did you do it?" "So I can fire him." "I hate him." "Clint and he quarreled last night." "Clint lied about it... and I made a fool of myself." "He's outside." "Arly, wait." "Come in." "Howdy." "Howdy." "Mr. Rocklin, what happened between you and my stepson last night?" "Poker." "About this suggestion, you working for me.... it was your suggestion, not mine." "Yes, that's right." "$60 is big money." "If you've changed your mind, I..." "No." "Wait a minute." "I take it you've had the experience." "Enough for Red Cardell to hire me." "Red Cardell hired you?" "Yes, but I won't ride for the new owner, so it leaves me open." "I see." "Were you a friend of Red's?" "Nope." "Rock, George Claws is in town." "He seen what you done to Bob and he's looking for you." "Tell him I'll be outside in the street in front of the saloon." "Yeah." "Get them children out of here." "Get out, Joe." "There's going to be trouble." "Clear the street!" "Hurry up, everybody!" "I'm gonna get his ears." "You, George Claws." "Rocklin said if you don't come out, he's coming in here to tear you apart." "That was my beer, you know?" "If he comes in again, I'll throw you." "I'm gonna get his ears." "His ears are outside." "Come on." "How about those drinks?" "Pay him." "Pardon me, ladies." "Would you mind stepping inside?" "Inside?" "Why?" "I think it might be safer." "Safer?" "Touch that gun and I'll kill you." "Did you want to see me?" "Why, you...." "I saw you!" "I saw you strike that poor man!" "Yes, ma'am, just as hard as I could." "Hey, you." "What you been up to?" "I just laid the gun barrel across the head of a drunk friend of yours... like you did yesterday." "I don't know what you're talking about." "You're a liar." "You look here, young fella." "You keep on talking like that... and you'll find yourself in a heap of trouble." "Don't say you ain't been warned!" "Say, that was..." "What were you saying about Cardell?" "You being hired by Red Cardell only confirms what I'd suspected." "He was getting ready to fight." "Fight?" "Who?" "Organized rustling." "At least, that's my belief." "Red was no friend of mine." "He was too fond of... taking the law into his own hands." "But he had my sympathy." "He'd been harder hit than any of us." "To top it all, he lost his foreman." "You mean he quit on him?" "No." "He was shot." "Shot in the back by a bullet... from the same caliber rifle as got Red." "Got any ideas?" "No, except the man you just pistol-whipped is in on it somewhere." "It's a pity you didn't kill him when you had the chance." "Say, it doesn't sound like it's going to be so easy... on those women at the KC." "Want to go back and work for them?" "Nope." "And I'm not jumping at this offer of yours, either... 'cause I don't hold with working for women." "You mean my stepdaughter?" "Don't worry." "She won't interfere with you." "Rocklin, I figure we've been losing cattle over a place called Tabletop." "It's the back way into the Topaz Ranch and a perfect route for rustlers." "I'm going to send you up to the line camp." "Don't mind working a lone hand, do you?" "I like working that way." "Good." "How soon can you move out?" "As soon as I can get my gear together." "You bring it here, and I'll see it gets up to the ranch." "Fine." "Now, Pat, I'm giving you first call on my services." "There's a lot of other folks looking for a good man, too, you know?" "So if you want me, better hurry and speak up." "I ain't got no time to...." "Excuse me." "I'll be right back to find out when to start." "Where you heading for?" "Riding for the Topaz." "What?" "Have you gone plumb loco?" "It's good money." "There ain't money enough to make it worthwhile... to work for that woman." "When she gets going, she can be meaner than a skillet full of rattlesnakes." "She ain't gonna forget the way you made a fool out of her... in front of the whole town." "Dave!" "Yeah, I'll be right there." "It's poison, that's what it is." "Just plain..." "Dave!" "What do you want to hang around here for anyhow?" "$60 a month." "Be right with you." "How do you do, Mr. Rocklin?" "Howdy." "It's a lovely afternoon, isn't it?" "I reckon it is pretty nice." "So you're moving in on the KC?" "Not exactly moving in." "You see, we're..." "Clara, do you have to discuss... our private affairs with every ragtag and bobtail cow person we meet?" "Just passing the time of day, ma'am." "We can do very well without it, thank you." "Besides, you're keeping your lady friend waiting." "I thought maybe you'd changed your mind again." "Nope." "Tala will show you the bunkhouse." "I'll talk to you about your duties in the morning." "How far is it to the line camp at Tabletop?" "10,15 miles." "I'll be moving up there first thing in the morning." "Harolday's orders." "Care to show me the way?" "I will show you." "The trail is straight ahead." "You'll find everything you need in the cabin at the top." "Tala, it appears you don't like me." "That's right." "I do not." "Why?" "Permit that I offer you a cigarette." "Thanks." "It is not your fault that your shadow is black." "But you will only bring unhappiness to my Arlita." "I do not blame you... but I feel I must hate you." "Hi, there." "I see you found a new job." "Yeah." "I haul freight for old Pat Fosler." "Got a letter here for that crazy galoot Rocklin... from that little Cardell gal." "You know, she seems to be mighty took up about something." "Made me promise to deliver it personal." "But Rocklin is not here." "You ain't telling me he's quit already?" "He's on the way to Tabletop." "Doggone it!" "And I've got a whole load of stuff to deliver to Gopher Flats." "Maybe you can take the old road to Tabletop?" "Is it still open?" "Yes, I think so." "Here I go, then." "So long." "Have you seen Arly?" "No, sir, I didn't see Miss Arly today but I seed her last night... and she sure was mad." "Plenty mad." "Morning, Clint." "You must be feeling pretty good this morning." "Say, Arly, about that poker game night before last..." "Forget it." "Forget it?" "Tala!" "Well?" "Say, what is this?" "What do you mean?" "What do I mean?" "Good morning, Arlita." "Good morning, Tala." "You have made yourself very pretty today." "See what I mean?" "Have my horse saddled and sent around right away, will you?" "And have that Rocklin bring it." "Well?" "What are you grinning at?" "Rocklin is not here." "He quit?" "He has gone to the line camp at Tabletop." "What?" "It was Mr. Harolday's orders." "Why do you make your heart heavy with thoughts of him, little one?" "He's not for you." "Be quiet." "He has made the choice, Arlita." "With your own eyes, you saw it yesterday." "And she, too, has opened her heart to him." "Already she has summoned him to her." "What do you mean?" "Dave of the white beard carries a letter to Rocklin." "It is from her." "How did you know that?" "I met Dave, and he tell me." "So now he rides to Tabletop." "Little one, why don't..." "Leave me...." "Good morning, Arly." "Good morning, Tala." "Say, fetch my briefcase, will you?" "It's on the desk." "Get it." "Looks like we're getting that land we were wanting along the river bottom." "I bought the mortgage on the Hardman ranch." "It's due today." "I'm on my way over there now." "Did you send that Rocklin to Tabletop?" "Why, yes, I did." "Let's get things straight." "This place was my mother's, now it's mine and Clint's." "You've helped out, but the way things are going... we'll be able to pay you back every penny we owe." "Meanwhile, I'm running this outfit, and I expect to give the orders." "You generally do." "Why did you send Rocklin to Tabletop?" "It seemed like a good idea, what with all this rustling going on." "Who'd be driving cattle over Tabletop unless they were crazy?" "Now, I don't agree with you." "At any rate, if you must have it..." "I'd no intention of engaging a man at foreman wages... just to gratify the whims of a jealous woman." "You take care what you're saying." "No, it's you who should take care, my dear." "There's one man that you can't rawhide into jumping the way you want." "You made a fool of yourself over him once." "You better watch out you don't do it again." "Thanks, Tala." "Darn funny, that storm quitting about the time I get here." "No funnier than you slogging through, to deliver a letter from a woman." "The older I get, the dumber I get." "When we gonna get around to reading it?" "Thought I'd wait till morning." "Might be bad news, and I wouldn't be able to sleep." ""Dear Mr. Rocklin..."" ""forgive me if this letter seems a trifle incoherent..."" ""but I am terribly worried and unhappy."" "Who wouldn't be, living with that old screech owl?" "Go ahead, go ahead." "I can't read anyhow." ""I'm desperately in need of help and advice..."" ""from someone whom I feel I can trust."" ""l heartily dislike and distrust Judge Garvey."" "Smart gal." ""But my aunt seems to have suddenly revised her opinion of him..."" ""and now wants me to place all my affairs in the Judge's hands and return east."" ""Such is certainly not my wish."" "Kind of looks like she's formed an attachment." "For the locality, I mean." ""l wanted so much to give ranch life a trial..."" ""but fear circumstances are against me."" ""Especially in view of the recent Indian trouble."" "Indian trouble?" "Why, there isn't been no Indian trouble around here..." "You want to hear the rest of this?" "Might as well." "Come this far." ""l want to apologize for what took place this afternoon..."" ""and I am returning the $150..."" ""because I feel it is rightfully yours."" ""You must take it." "Faithfully yours, Clara Cardell."" "Well, what do you make of it?" "Somebody's sure busting to get her off the ranch." "Indian trouble." "Got to admit, though, I feel a mite sorry for that young 'un." "Nice little tyke." "Too nice for this country." "She sure is a pretty little thing." "Dave, what do you know about Garvey and Cardell?" "Cardell?" "Salt of the earth." "Cantankerous old cuss, but a real tall man, believe me." "He was a big feller, tall in the saddle, like yourself." "Fact is, you could pass for blood relation, come to think of it." "Were Red and the Judge friends?" "Yeah, that's what you'd say." "They were regular drinking partners, played poker together most nights." "Red always got the worst of it." "Red was a gambler." "Oh, yeah." "A mighty poor one, I reckon." "Still, you'd have to say him and Garvey were friends." "Anything ever happen to make you think they weren't?" "Rock, I'm going to tell you something I ain't told nobody before." "Sure you can trust me?" "Last time I seen old Red was the day he died." "It was in town." "He just come out of the stage office." "Tried to book passage for Garden City, but couldn't on account of I had a full load." "Sir, he took me aside and read me a printed piece of paper." "It was from one of them Chicago sporting firms... explaining how to manipulate trick playing cards." "Marked cards." "Yeah." "Seemed Red found the cards and this paper... in the pocket of a coat he borrowed from a friend once." "Whose coat was it?" "Now, that's just what I asked." "All he said was it belonged to a good friend." "He said he wasn't waiting for the next stage... but riding over to see the district judge about it alone." "And that's when they got him?" "Yeah." "Just a mile or so from Stan's place." "A bullet in his back, pockets empty." "How come you never told anybody before?" "Who was I going to tell?" "Sheriff Jackson?" "How about what's-his-name, Harolday?" "He's no friend of Garvey's, is he?" "Hates his guts." "Sure riles him to see young Clint hanging on the Judge's coattails." "All the same, I decided to keep my mouth shut and my eyes open." "Even if it was Garvey that Red was talking about... don't follow that he killed him." "No." "General opinion is, it was rustlers." "You all right?" "Doggone it!" "I will be if I ever get dry." "Hey, Look at that!" "Get down!" "Jumping Jeremiah!" "Look at that!" "Come on." "My team." "That's not your team." "Come on." "You can't run him down afoot!" "Maybe he'll double back." "Not bad shooting." "You think I did that?" "Cutting it mighty close, though." "Good thing I haven't got brains enough to fill it." "It's too bad you had to come up here through that storm for nothing." "I haven't minded a bit... because I came up here to fire you!" "I see." "Harolday does the hiring... and you do the firing." "I own the Topaz, not Harolday." "Now get out of here and don't ever come back!" "Mind if I wait for Dave?" "He'll be along any minute." "Be funny if he winged that shadow of yours." "If you mean Tala, you're loco." "He's not even up here." "You came up alone?" "Yes." "Then who was that we took out after?" "Whoever shot at you." "Who was it?" "I don't know." "You mean you won't tell." "I mean I don't know!" "Why should I lie to you?" "Reckon you forgot something." "You just fired me." "Rock, he got away, but guess... what." "You guess." "For a man that's got a despise for women, you sure do get all snaggled up with them." "You work for Harolday?" "Yes." "Here's one of his horses." "That's my saddle." "I'll pick it up in a minute." "Howdy." "I thought I sent you up to Tabletop." "That's right." "What happened?" "This, for one thing." "I told you, you should've killed him when you had the chance." "Claws?" "What's the matter?" "Don't you think it was him?" "Well, I've been figuring... and it don't seem reasonable... that Claws was in a condition to take that sort of a chance alone." "Besides, how would he have known I was up there that soon?" "George Claws is not the only one I've run contrariwise to in this town." "There's that shadow of your stepdaughter's, for instance." "Tala?" "Then there's... him." "Hello, Clint." "I just heard that Rocklin was..." "Was what?" "Was shot at last night." "Yeah, Mr. Rocklin was just telling me all about it." "You haven't any idea who might have done it, have you?" "Not me." "You ain't trying to pin it on me?" "Because if you are, you're in for a big disappointment." "I was over at the Sunup... playing poker with the Judge and the boys till early morning." "If you don't believe me, ask for yourself." "I believe you." "But that don't mean you couldn't tell a thing or two as would help... if you wanted." "What do you mean?" "Yeah, what would Clint know about it?" "How about this?" "Ever see it before?" "Go on, speak up." "Did you ever see it before?" "No, of course I didn't." "Quit riding me." "I don't know, I tell you!" "Just because I had a run-in with you over a game of cards... that don't mean I'd sneak up on you in the dark and...." "By the way..." "I was fired last night... by the boss." "Clint, I don't know what I'm going to do with you." "You cause me nothing but trouble." "The way you lied about that pouch wouldn't have deceived a 6-year-old." "I was..." "My advice to you... is to get out of town for a while, till this thing blows over." "You'll find some money in my safe at the ranch." "Take what you need, and put the key back in the desk drawer." "Go ahead." "Mr. Rocklin, I'm so glad I found you." "I feel perfectly awful running after you like this, but I..." "You got troubles?" "Come on in." "It's all right." "Now, what is it?" "My aunt found out I wrote you." "She made a terrible scene." "You haven't signed everything over to that Garvey, have you?" "No, but because I refused... she said she's sign an affidavit saying I'm still underage." "And as my guardian, she can do whatever she likes." "You got anything to prove you're not underage?" "Mr. Garvey has a letter that will prove it." "My aunt wrote it before we came out here." "You suppose we could get it?" "He'd never give it to me." "Wait here." "Please, you...." "You won't go getting yourself into trouble, will you?" "I mean, I'd rather give up everything than...." "That takes care of that." "All we have to do is make the affidavit... and everything will be just as we want it." "I certainly hope so." "Of course, it's not myself I'm concerned about." "Of course." "Now, let me seem." ""l, Elizabeth...."" "Mr. Rocklin, this is indeed a surprise." "I understood you were riding for the Topaz." "That's right." "Miss Martin, perhaps we can finish our business at some later date." "Would you excuse us, please?" "I came for that letter." "Letter?" "The one Miss Martin wrote... from back east, saying the girl was of age, remember?" "No, I don't believe I do." "Mr. Rocklin, let me ask you a question." "Just what is your interest in this letter?" "My only interest is getting it." "You realize what this is, don't you?" "It's robbery." "Armed robbery, at that." "I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed." "Yours?" "Open up." "There's nothing there that concerns you." "I'd like to make up my own mind about that." "All right, I'll open it, just to convince you that I'm not hiding any letter." "What's the idea?" "These cards." "Ls there anything unusual about a man having a deck of cards in his possession?" "Depends on what kind they are." "Especially when they're under lock and key." "You're taking them with you, I presume." "That's right." "Now you look here..." "You're the one that better start looking... for a way out for killing Red Cardell." "Red Cardell?" "He found out about these and you killed him." "And you believe a story like that?" "I will till I hear a better one." "The district judge at Garden City might be very interested in these." "Give me a hand here, boys." "Say, looks like you two had a little disagreement." "He isn't dead, is he?" "Not permanently, I don't reckon." "What happened, anyway?" "Nothing!" "Nothing at all!" "You must have found out something." "Come on." "What's the matter?" "Are you hurt?" "Shut up!" "Don't you talk to me like that!" "I'll have you..." "Find out who owns that tobacco pouch yet?" "Nope, but get Clint Harolday." "Clint?" "Is he in on it?" "I don't know, but get him." "Bring him up to my room." "Yeah!" "So now you know the truth." "Think you can steal him away from me, you're welcome to try it." "Did you get it?" "Nope, but I don't think it matters much." "You go on back to the KC, and I'll come out in the morning... pick you up and take you over to Garden City." "I hate putting you to that trouble." "It's nothing at all." "I'm going there anyway." "You look like you've been fighting." "What are you doing here?" "I was just telling Miss Cardell... about you and me." "What about you and me?" "I think I'd better be going." "Just a minute." "What all has she been telling you?" "Really, I'd rather not." "Go ahead." "Tell him." "And I dare him to deny it." "Deny what?" "That she was with you last night in the cabin in the mountains." "Why should I deny it?" "Didn't you make love to me?" "Make love?" "You didn't kiss me, I suppose." "Do you expect me to deny that, too?" "You see?" "Maybe you ought to hear what I have to say." "Please, you needn't explain." "After all, it isn't any of my business, is it?" "Why, you little..." "That's right." "Start swearing." "Just like a man." "If there wasn't a lady here, I'd do more to you than swear." "Mr. Rocklin, I can't thank you enough for trying to help me, and I...." "I really appreciate it ever so much." "She's lovely, isn't she?" "So sweet, honest... but helpless." "It's a pity you didn't fall in love with her instead of me." "You might as well know right now... that no woman is going to get me hogtied and branded." "Don't be so sure." "I don't think I'm doing so badly." "Don't you?" "Don't you know?" "I know there isn't anything you wouldn't do to get what you want." "I always get what I want." "See?" "Bye." "Whatever is to become of you?" "Have you no pride, decency?" "Throwing yourself at that wretch like any shameless hussy." "I thought we were done with him... but, no, you had to run and tell him all about our business." "Don't you dare deny it." "You know very well you told him about that letter I wrote to Mr. Garvey." "Didn't you?" "Tell Miss Martin I'll take care of everything." "You'll take care of everything." "Get down." "Tie them up." "All right." "Come in." "Get in." "Get in." "Here he is, Rock." "Caught him just in time near the Topaz." "Heading for out, I'd say." "Here's his gun." "How about you going down and having one on me?" "Tell Cap to charge it." "Yeah." "But if you need me, holler." "What's this all about?" "Now, there's no use you getting all het up and excited, kid." "I just want to ask you a few questions." "Sit down." "I told you, I don't know who owns that pouch... and I don't know who shot at you." "Forget it." "That's not what I wanted to talk to you about anyway." "What do you want to talk about?" "Come on!" "Get it over with!" "Clint, I want you to tell me why Garvey murdered Red Cardell." "You know, don't you?" "Me?" "No." "You do, and you're going to tell me all about it." "I don't know anything about it!" "Talk." "I don't know anything!" "I would...." "Look at this." "Where's Doc Riley?" "What's the matter?" "What is it?" "Somebody better fetch Harolday." "Better get Arly, too." "She was over at the hotel." "I'll get her." "What's going on?" "Gangway." "Here, what's the trouble?" "And I warned you, didn't I?" "Guess that's the last trouble you'll cause in this town." "Hand over that gun." "Now, just a minute." "I know it looks bad, but I didn't kill the kid." "I believe you." "When I come in, his gun was laying right over there..." "No, it wasn't." "It was right here in my hand, like it is now." "Yeah, if you didn't kill him, then who did?" "I don't know, but I'm going to find out." "Where's my boy?" "I didn't do it, Harolday." "Who did, then?" "He had a gun in his hand when we came in." "Bet it's the same one that killed Clint." "What do you say to that?" "He's right." "You admit it." "That still doesn't say I did it." "Why'd you do it?" "I didn't." "He admits it was his gun that shot him." "But you didn't fire it?" "That's right." "What happened?" "Clint and I were having a little argument." "What about?" "About whether he was going to help clear up a few things... that have been bothering me and some other folks around here." "Who killed Red Cardell, for instance." "Cardell?" "And the KC foreman... and who it was took that shot at me at Tabletop last night... and why certain people are so anxious to get rid of that Cardell girl." "How would Clint know about all that?" "He's lying." "He's covering up for killing my boy." "Don't be a fool." "You know you can't get away with a yarn like that." "Why don't you save yourself and everyone else some trouble... and just surrender to the Sheriff here?" "After all, it's not a crime in these parts to shoot a man in seIf-defense." "SeIf-defense?" "Yes." "Everybody knows how Clint was." "He probably lost his head and pulled a gun like he did that night in the poker game." "Wasn't that it?" "No, that wasn't it... and until I do what I've got to do, I'm not surrendering to anybody." "I wouldn't exactly care to be shot in the back... in a framed-up jailbreak." "If someone was going to kill you, why didn't they do it just now?" "Why'd they have to kill Clint?" "I don't know, unless they wanted to get Clint, too." "See, doing it this way, they get us both." "Clint first and me afterwards, just like I said." "Quit the fancy talk." "Who's they?" "I might be able to answer that for you later." "No, you won't, because you're coming along with me." "Am I?" "Get back." "After him!" "Sheriff, you ought to be congratulated." "Look, Mr. Harolday, you seen what happened." "Let's go to Garden City, that's where he's headed." "Are you sure?" "I'm positive." "Come on." "You are crying, Arlita." "There is no need to cry." "Rocklin did not kill your brother." "I saw it all." "Then why didn't you tell?" "Who was it?" "You will know him when you see me kill him." "Want I should spell you awhile?" "Doggone you." "I might have known you'd do something like this." "What are we doing?" "Heading for the KC." "For the KC?" "Isn't that a little like hanging yourself?" "You better get out of this country fast, I'm thinking." "I'll do the thinking." "Yeah." "Name is Claws, ma'am." "Mr. Garvey sent us out." "Said you were expecting trouble with that Rocklin." "I'm." "I'm wondering if you're up to it." "I notice you didn't fare so well with him yesterday." "He was drunk." "Yeah, but I'm sober now." "See that you stay that way." "Don't worry, ma'am." "I'm just waiting to get even with that saddle tramp." "We'll be close by." "Yes, ma'am." "See anybody riding hard for Garden City?" "Been on the road all night." "Ain't seen a living soul." "Probably took the cutoff through Jawbone Canyon." "After that storm, he won't make it." "Only one other place he could've gone." "That's KC." "You think so?" "I'm positive." "That's what you said before." "To the KC, men!" "Take me through the canyon." "It is dangerous, Arlita." "We've got to beat them to the KC." "It is dangerous." "I will go through from here alone." "We're going through together." "Hey, George." "George, get up." "You ungrateful thing, running away like a deceitful sneak thief." "Yes, I'm running away, and it's all your fault." "You're been deceitful and sneaking." "Don't think I don't know your intentions." "Don't think I don't know your intentions." "I don't care!" "Nothing you can say or do is going to stop me." "You little fool, you go to Garden City with that man and you'll lose everything." "But why?" "Why are you being so evasive?" "If you know, why don't you tell me?" "All right, I'll tell you." "Rocklin is the nephew of the late Mr. Cardell." "As next of kin, he stands to get everything... because you're not Cardell's niece, you're only his grandniece." "Rocklin turned up unexpectedly." "You and Mr. Garvey knew the truth?" "Yes!" "And you knowed the truth all the time, too, didn't you?" "No wonder you stuck around." "Well, of all the...." "I'll take care of her." "Come on." "I heard one of them tell my aunt not to worry... that he was just as anxious as she was to get even with you." "It's the only way I can handle her." "The Claws are around here someplace." "Garvey sent them." "You bet we're around." "Untie her." "Now tie him up." "I'll take part in this, you hairy beast." "And here's something I owe you." "Help me get her on the bed." "Take those two to Mr. Garvey, tell him I want to see him at once." "Put them in the wagon and get our horses." "We'll dump him in the Judge's lap." "Hadn't we better tie him, too?" "Get some rope." "Get rid of those guns." "What's the matter, Arly?" "Get rid of them!" "Now get down off that wagon." "Look, Arly..." "Better get out of here as fast as you can." "They're headed this way." "Where'd you get this?" "That belongs to the man that took that a shot at me on Tabletop." "Dave found it." "Cut him loose." "Put that gun away." "We got to stop him." "He's got to get away." "Get the team!" "Rocklin, you got to get out of here!" "Do something." "If you can!" "Doggone it, Rock!" "I'm on your side!" "Then, come on." "Let's get the Cardell girl." "You haven't time." "They're coming." "Don't you believe me?" "Go get him." "He's as stubborn as an old mule." "You're putting a rope around your neck!" "Mine, too, maybe." "Get him out of sight and follow me." "What will we do with the old lady?" "Do whatever you like." "I'd like to poison her." "Come on." "Howdy, ma'am." "Sorry to bother you..." "Mr. Garvey, I'm so glad you're here." "The most awful...." "What are all those men doing here?" "We're looking for Rocklin." "Has he been here?" "Yes, here and gone." "What?" "Gone?" "Yes." "The two men you sent took him and that old man back to town." "The Claws?" "Funny, we didn't see them." "Something must have gone wrong." "For once, I agree." "Let's fan out and see what's going on." "Don't leave, Mr. Garvey." "I want to talk to you privately." "It's important." "We'd better go ahead and meet you in town." "Possibly that would be better." "I'll see you in town later, Sheriff." "We'll leave your horse here for you." "Thank you." "Tie Garvey's horse up." "You're positive he knows everything?" "Absolutely everything!" "He was standing right at the window." "If you were to ask me..." "I'm not asking you, and stop bothering me with your silly little questions." "We've got to do something else besides talk." "You have to do something." "This was all your idea, remember?" "My idea?" "That's all you know about it." "If there's anybody else in on it, Judge, speak up." "Well, I do declare!" "Talk." "Why, I..." "Not you!" "You ever see this before?" "Drop that gun!" "No, Judge." "He was just getting ready to finish you off through that window." "You seem to like to do business through windows, Harolday." "You didn't shoot Clint, by any chance?" "By one bad chance." "Tala saw him do it, and that pouch is his." "Tala made it for him a long time ago when he made his own, didn't you?" "Why did you kill Red Cardell?" "Harolday wanted the KC the same as he wanted the Topaz... and the Hardman place for his land scheme." "He planned on breaking up the ranches... into smaller holdings and selling them to dirt farmers." "He pretended to be on the outs with me... so that I could gain the confidence of Cardell." "Then, of course, when Red caught me... with that deck of marked cards and threatened to expose me..." "Harolday shot him." "Why did he kill Clint?" "It was an accident." "That shot was meant for you." "You see, we knew who you were." "We even tried to locate you... not to inform you of your legacy, but to eliminate you." "Naturally, when you arrived herein town... and without any knowledge of your relationship to Cardell... it seemed you were playing right into our hands." "I was hoping you'd think so." "Harolday intended to kill you at Tabletop." "Once you were out of the way, it was our intention... to have me handle the business affairs of the women." "And do us out of everything!" "It would have been much simpler." "Everything would have been..." "You vile, wicked, despicable...." "When he wakes up, we'll have to get everything put on paper." "And you'll have to do the putting, because I can't write." "I think Auntie's out of her mind." "She's in her room laughing." "What that old pelican needs is a good spanking." "I bet you're just the one that can do it." "Yeah, I believe I am." "I know I am." "I guess there's no hurry for you to get to Garden City now." "No, I...." "I don't suppose there's any rush." "If I were like her, I'd stay in the west." "Does that mean you're going back east, Cousin Clara?" "It's where I belong." "I know that now." "I reckon it's good to know where you belong." "Wish I knew." "I can tell you." "HEY, Rock!" "Rock, where are you?"