All language subtitles for West of the Law 1942 ENGLISH

That'll fix it.

Julie.

These holdups and murders
have got to be stopped.

The only way to end it is to be brave.

These terrible things never happened.

We opened up that saloon and filled it up
with a lot of cattle rustling murderers.

- What can be done about it, Rufus?
- Hello, Mr. Corbett.

John,
that's what I'm going to do about it.

I'll get those out just as fast
as I can run them off the press.

But dad, aren't you afraid?

What do you think, Mr. Corbett?

The thing is, how are you going
to prove this against Rand and Ludlow?

Weren't you alone with Parsons
when he identified them in?

That's just it.

Mike Parsons was afraid himself.

Afraid to involve anyone.

Dad had to drag it out of him
before he died.

I'll prove it some way before I'm through.

I'm getting out this edition
for morning delivery.

Dad, you can't fight them alone.

This is pretty risky business, Rufus.

You'll stand behind me
on this fight, won't you, John?

You put gold quick
on the map, if you mind.

You don't want to see it wiped off
by a no good gang leader, do you?

Of course I don't.
You know you can call on me.

I was only thinking about your safety.

They may kill you.

Not with this on front page.
Read it, honey.

"And folks, if you find
your editor murdered,

who's fighting for decency, law and order.

You know who did it?
The Rand-Ludlow gang."

You see? They wouldn't dare.

Yes, I guess they'd be too smart for that.

I've wondered why they haven't never
bothered you about your gold shipments.

They're afraid.

I've got too many guards.
Especially on the freighters.

Ray, looks like he's ready to leave.

Where's Ray Mason going?

Up the mine,
took a job to hold their high grade.

Got to wish him luck.
Be back in a minute.

I'll see you in a week,
when I come through with my first load.

- You will be careful?
- Stop worrying.

If anybody can outsmart
those bandits, it's Ray.

- Right, son?
- I'll do my darndest.

I figure the brakes will all be on my side
since I'll take the Eagles Pass

instead of the regular route.

That's a dangerous job
you've taken on for the mine, Ray.

Maybe, but I couldn't afford to pass up
that bonus

for getting the high grade.

Julie and I'll need it,
sort of starting housekeeping

when we get married next month.

Yes, I know how it is.
Good luck, son.

Thanks. I'd better shove off.

Take me about three days to get up there.

- Goodbye.
- See you in a week, son.

So long.

If we had more young men
in this town like him,

we'd probably lick
our troubles in short order.

You said it.

But when do I get my edition out tonight

and people read it in the morning,
then we'll get some action.

We got to get busy, John.
See you later.

And I've got to get up to mine.

You're coming to dinner tonight.

Sure.

- Listing our names in print.
- They can't hang us for that.

Ever since the main vein
peeded out of this mine,

you fellows have been
doing a great job stealing high grade

and getting it up here for me
to ship it out as my own.

You're going to keep right on.

And no fogey like Rufus Todd
is going to bluff us out of it.

Yeah, but Rand and I still do all
the dirty work and take all the chances.

While you go on being
leading citizen and benefactor.

You've been getting
your cut, haven't you?

And our names in the newspaper!

He was smart enough to pick it up
so we wouldn't dare bump them off.

Supposing he didn't have a press
to print anymore of that stuff?

And what if the rest of this edition
isn't there

when he goes to dish
it out in the morning?

The people wouldn't know
so much, would they?

Blow it up?

You figure it out.

We will.

But we ought to lay out sticking
those miners up for their high grade

for a couple of days and ship
out some of this rock.

That's all right.

Next week we're going
to tackle another miners shipment.

Ray Mason went up today
for the job of hauling it.

I happen to overhear him say

he's going to outsmart us
by taking the Eagles pass.

That'll be a cinch.

You fellas wait till I get down the hill.

By the way, there's likely to be
a big blow for Todd's newspaper tonight.

Yeah, ought to be quite a show.

Come on.

That was a fine supper, Julie.

- Thank you, Mr. Corbett.
- John, don't be in a hurry.

Sit around and chat a little while.

I got some business to take care of.

You don't have to hurry.

Dad, they ruined everything.

Everything

But they can't stop me from using
my head, or writing or talking.

I'm going to get the federal
law in this town.

I'm going to Mesa City and send
a telegram to Buck Roberts.

- That's Mason.
- Come on.

Hey, boys, you want to hear
something for your own good?

Turn around and follow me.

Boys, just a minute.
I want your attention.

You all know about a week ago they blew
up my newspaper just to shut me up.

But they can't stop me from writing
and they can't stop me from talking.

In just a minute, you're going to know
why I'm going to start writing here.

There's a lot of things
you boys don't realize

because I couldn't get out
my regular edition.

Where's Rand?

Talking to Corbett.

You'd better come out
and see what's going on.

Todd's back in town.

In the edition they blew up on me,

I was telling you boys
that Mike Parsons, before he died,

identified the man
who stole his high grade and killed him.

He died in my house.

While he was dying, he said...

What do you think you're doing?
Get out of here.

Why should he?

He hasn't finished what he has to say.

He ain't going to say
it in here, stranger.

Why not?

A man's pulpit is wherever
he chooses to make it

when he's walking
in the path of righteousness.

What do you know?

A preacher.

That's right.

You better take your song singing outside,
sky pilot, before you get hurt.

And for you...

He's going to finish what he has to say,
and you're going to listen.

Like the rest of you.

Get over there.

Thank you, Parson.

Don't mention it, my friend.

Proceed.

As Mike was dying, he said...

Stand over there.

What's going on here?
Who is this?

He's a sky pilot.

Yes, but I'm not preaching today.

I'm presiding.

This man here is doing the talking.

You can just get over there
with the rest of your friends.

What do you mean, stranger?
I own this place.

Oh, is that so?

Then I'm sure my old friend here would
be obliged for the use of the premises.

He's waiting for an invitation.

All right, Todd, get those feeble
minded ideas off your chest.

What I was going to say,
Parsons said it was Rand and Ludlow.

They stole his high grade ore and then
fired the shot that finally killed him.

That's what you say.

Is there anybody else there to hear it?

Can you prove that pipe dream?

Not yet, but I will
as soon as I put some fighting spirit

into the people of this town
before you kill the rest up.

Drink up.

This may look even funnier than it is.

All right, continue, my friend.

Nobody's going to drink.

Nobody's going to laugh.

They're all going to listen.

Listen, boys.

- Good morning, madam.
- Good morning.

When we start house cleaning,
we'll have plenty of help.

Because I sent for the federal law.
That's why I was away a few days.

You two can kill our sheriffs
as fast as we get them.

But when you tangle
with the United States Marshal,

especially the one I sent for,
you'll meet your Waterloo.

And I don't mean maybe.

And that's all I've got to say for now.

They'll clean this town
so we can breathe some clean air.

Judging from that fine speech,

this town could do with a little religion
as well as law and order.

So I'm staying.

When I've found a suitable location
for a church, I'll let you know.

What do you mean you'll let me know?

You'll help build it.

I think a church's a fine idea
for Gold Creek, Parson.

I'd like to make a sizable
contribution myself.

Parson, this is my friend John Corbett,
owner of the Corbett mine.

How do you do, Mr. Corbett?
My name is McCall.

Thank you for your offer of help.

Let me know how much you need.

After I've talked it over
with this gentleman tonight,

he's going to contribute most of it.

See you later, John.

Just like Corbett.

He's always doing something good.
He's on my side too,

- to get Rand and Ludlow.
- Is that so?

Yes.

Forget about Rufus,
he can't prove a thing.

Is that marshal he sent for
that's bothering me.

Ned, don't let Rufus out of your sight.

Report any strangers. Understand?

That marshal is the most
important thing right now.

We'll know he'll contact Rufus.

The rest is up to you, Ludlow.

Don't worry, he did all right
with the last four sheriffs.

You'll meet Todd down in my office,
waiting for Ray Mason

to bring in that mine shipment.

A transfer to my freight line.

She's expecting me back.

She'll wait a long time for Ray.

Bill and Peter ought to have
his high grade up at Corbett for now.

Be blown in here any minute.

I'll check with you later.

Watch those.

Looks like a load of coffins.

Correct you are, gentlemen.

Made of the finest redwood.

And I also have genuine silver plated
handles which I rent for the services.

Folks find it cheaper that way.

I take it you're an undertaker.

You take it right, sir.
Hopkins is the name.

Sandy Hopkins.

From what I hear, this town
has needed me, and bad too.

With men kicking the bucket
natural like and otherwise.

Yes, mostly otherwise.

So I'm here.

You know, it ain't Christian like for a man
not to have a decent burial,

especially when he has no choice
about going.

Those are my sentiments exactly,
Mr. Hopkins.

My name is McCall.

You and I might be
of some help to each other.

- Mr. McCall is a minister.
- And this is Mr. Todd,

owner of the town's newspaper,
Gold Creek News.

A newspaper man, eh?
Mr. Todd,

just as soon as I consummate the deal
to rent this store,

I'll come over and pay you a visit.

I want to take a full page ad

to let all the folks know that they can
have a good burial in peace and comfort.

Sorry, Mr. Hopkins,
there isn't any newspaper anymore.

You see, Mr. Todd's paper
was recently dynamited.

Dirty work, eh?

Well, don't you worry.

As soon as I get set up in business,
we'll find a way out.

If you gentlemen excuse me,
I'll go and find Mr. Rand

so that I can get moved in.

Look me up later, will you, Parson?

I will, thank you.
Good day, sir.

- Good day, sir.
- Good day to you, Mr. Todd.

Give me a hand, will you, old timer?

Holy smoke, it's young Mason.

Better run and tell Ms. Julie.
She's down in Corbett's office.

Come on.

Come on, get out of there.

Looks like we got that high grade.

Hurry up with that brandy.

Let me.

I'm Sandy Hopkins, undertaker Deluxe.

Get back, he's not there yet.

No?

Get me that brandy.

Come here.

Where did you find him, stranger?

About five miles back.

We heard he took a job at the mine.

We heard that too.

He's coming to.

Ray!

Ray, dear!

Has he been shot?

It's only a scratch, Miss Julie.

What happened?
Are you all right?

I guess so.
Some men attacked me at Eagles pass.

They shot me and I fell off the wagon.

I don't remember what happened after that.

This stranger found you
and brought you in.

That's right,
but I didn't see any sign of a wagon.

Them dirty, low down gold rubbers,
I bet you...

Then they got my high grade.

Mr. Corbett, help me
get him down to the house.

Take it easy, boy.

Think you can make it all right?

Yes.

Got the high grade,

but some stranger
on a white horse stole it from us.

That's him over there now.

Kind of looks like the drinks
are on you, fellas.

What did you do with that high grade?

- Who wants to know?
- We do.

If you want to get out of here alive,
you better start talking.

Maybe you better start talking.

You take things pretty easy, don't you?

Yeah.

Bartender, give me sarsaparilla.

Pardon me, my good man.

I'm looking for a Mr. Rand.

Could you point him out to me?

One with a gent's outfit.

Thank you so much.

Something's liable
to happen to you for this.

Nothing's going to happen to me

as long as I got that high grade.

Pardon me, have I the honor
of addressing Mr. Rand?

- Mr. Rand?
- That's me.

You're the gentleman that has a store
for rent across the street?

I'm busy.
Come back some other time.

See you boys later.

- Mr. Rand, in regards to that store...
- What do you want?

I just drove into town this morning
with a full load of coffins.

My name is Hopkins.
Sandy Hopkins.

Undertaker Deluxe.

Naturally, I have to have a place
to set up where I may do business.

I guess we could use
an undertaker there, couldn't we?

Yeah. Give me a drink.

You can have the store.
$20 a month. Now get out of here.

If your father was right and we could pen
those gold robberies on Rand and Ludlow,

I'd go after myself.

Especially after what they did
to us today.

Never mind, darling.

We can be thankful they didn't kill you.

I guess I was pretty lucky at that.

What happened to that stranger?
I never did get a chance to thank him.

Dad was asking me about him, too,
but he just seemed to vanish.

By the way, where'd your father go?

Down to what's left of the newspaper.

He's hoping that Marshal he's sent
for may show up there tonight.

But I'm beginning
to think he's not coming.

I hope you're wrong, honey,
because we sure do need him.

If dad doesn't come back soon,
maybe you better go down and get him.

It breaks his heart every time
he goes down there

and sees what they did to his press.

I will.

Be careful.

Good evening, Mr. Todd.

What's good about it?

My...

I didn't make a mess out of this place.

I was just straightening up my new store

and I thought you could come
over and talk about that coffin.

Mr. Hopkins, I can't do a thing about it.

Look what they've done to my press.

They certainly put you
out of business, didn't they?

Yes, they did.

It took weeks to haul that press
overland from Kansas.

I'll never get another one.

Took all the money I had to set up
this paper and try and make it grow.

Cheer up, Mr. Todd.

It could be worse.

Just take death, for instance.

What could be worse than not being
fully prepared for the Grim Reaper?

- What's that got to do with...?
- Everything.

You weren't prepared
for this catastrophe, were you?

No.

And you feel mighty bad
about it, don't you?

Of course you do.

Now just think how bad
you'll feel when you're dead

and all my coffins are gone

and you haven't taken advantage
of this golden opportunity

to select one of my form fiting coffins
which would fit you like a glove.

Mr. Hopkins,
when I'm dead, I won't feel anything.

Don't be too sure about that, Mr. Todd.

Besides, I've got to meet a friend.

Mr. Todd.

If he's about your age, bring him along.

We might do a little business.

Mr. Todd, I feel that my establishment

will add fresh air
to the growing town of Gold Creek.

But I'm in no position to handle...

Maybe not now, but we can talk better.

- Hello, Ray.
- Is everything all right, Mr. Todd?

Yes, except that he's
gambling with Providence.

I understand that you are
to be his son-in-law.

Yes, sir...

As long as you're going to be
in the family,

you might as well come in and help
him pick out what he looks best in.

Come right in.

And this is my store.

I haven't got so much in here now,
but I anticipate a lot of business.

I'm going to increase stock later on,
but I'm sure out of the selection here,

we can find something
that will suit you and fit you.

Take it easy, will you hold it?

Just let it come down.

There.

That's just right for you, Mr. Todd.

That is a fine box,
that's made out of seasoned redwood.

I can't guarantee it to be waterproof,

but I know that it's termite proof.

Then as I told you,
you can have these silver handles.

There's just a slight rental
charge on them.

You can have either four or six.

You look like
about a four handle man to me.

Then I'll put them back
in stock after services.

You know, Mr. Todd, I can make
people find the perfect coffin.

I know that you'd be mighty happy in it.

But I don't want it.

I wouldn't like it
if it was lined and filled with gold.

I haven't got any coffin
lined and filled with gold.

But I have got something
that will fill your heart with joy.

Hello.

- Mr. Todd, it's a press!
- A press!

And now, look here.

Papers!

Now, you just stand behind him.

Take a gander, Mr. Todd.

Type and everything.

Just what I've been praying for.

Prayers help sometimes.

- No!
- Wait a minute. Stay there.

I guess there's a first time
for everything.

What a trip.

I guess I tried to put you
back in business, old timer.

Buck! You son of a gun.

You scared the life out of me.

Ray, this is Buck Roberts,

my friend, the United States Marshal.

- Hi, Ray.
- Hello. He's the man who brought me in.

You got me all mixed up.

Hey, listen, you ought to know me better.

How you've been,
having trouble, old timer?

Just fine and ready for a fight.

You looked at just a minute ago.

- But how about him?
- And the preacher?

Yeah. How come you're running
around with death and religion?

I don't. They're both pals of mine.
United States Marshals.

Marshals?

Gee, that's great.

I figured I could use them,
but they had their own ideas.

What an undertaker.

I'm as good looking undertaker
as you're an outlaw.

I don't get this.

- What's he talking about?
- I'll tell you.

- I got your high grade.
- What?

I took it off of the Rand and Ludlow gang
after they took it away from you.

Sounds funny, doesn't it?

Use it for bait to get in good
with the gang.

Wait till I tell Julie about this.

Do you mind?
I can come back later if you need me.

I won't need to.
Go right ahead.

Doggone, that's a lot of machinery.

We got to put it together tonight.

And you're going to get out a newspaper
and the largest type you got.

And promise to expose in your next edition
the brains of Rand and Ludlow.

Wait a minute.
Rand and Ludlow are it.

- There isn't anybody.
- They're only half of it.

Besides, they haven't got sense
enough to operate a deal like this.

There's somebody else giving
the orders and covering them up.

And you're going to smoke them out
in the open with this newspaper.

- Did you get it?
- I guess so.

You're going to do it right here.

It's the last place in the world
for a newspaper operating.

That's why when Buck wired me
to bring some printing machinery,

I put it in their boxes.

I figured that the last place
that folks like to stick their nose

is in a coffin, as a rule.

You're real friends, both of you.

What about yourself?

Come on, let's quit throwing flowers
and get this machinery together.

What are you doing here, my friend?

Thinking of making a coffin
selection ahead of time?

Yeah, I wanted to do my own picking,

but I guess
that new undertaker ain't around yet.

There's just one way to find out.

We'll knock on the door.
Come on.

Cover them up, quick.

Mr. Hopkins!

- Yes.
- There you see?

Knocking generally brings us up.

Good evening, Parson McCall.

I was so busy I didn't hear you knock.

I have a customer for you.
I found him wandering about outside.

I think he was trying
to find out if you were in.

I'm in all right, and very busy.

I have another customer
in the back room there.

Won't you come in?

I'll come back tomorrow if you're busy.

Why wait, my friend?

Never pull off till tomorrow.

Mr. Todd, I see
you're making a selection also.

Yes, I thought I might just as well
be prepared,

seeing as how some folks in this town
think I'm a sort of a nuisance.

But I don't like this one.

Hey, Ed, come here.
Just a minute.

Just your size, Ed.

Yeah, you can put that aside for me.

- I guess I'll take off now.
- What's your hurry?

Get his gun, Sandy.

If he's so innocent in what we're doing,
he might stick around and give us a hand.

Sure, you think of everything.

Doesn't he?

- Hey, what is this?
- You'll find out.

You'll help set up a printing press
and get a paper up in morning.

Get busy and give the editor a hand.

It won't be healthy
if you get any other ideas.

Give him a chance to roll up his sleeves.

This job is made for a strong back
and a weak mind. That's you.

Get it off now.

Hurry up. Quickly.
Over there with you.

You two are crazy to let him get away.

Why didn't you make a deal with him?

We'd have that load of high grade by now.

Wouldn't have to ship out
a load of rocks in the morning.

Take it easy, Corbett.

- He had us on a spot.
- We would have pinned him down.

He said he'd look us up, and he will.

He has to.

He can't get a load of high grade
out of town

without the cover up of your freight line.

If he said he'd look you up and make
a deal, why do you waste some time here?

Get goi"9-

Wait a minute.

You found out anything about that United
States Marshal that Todd's expecting?

Don't worry.

No government man is going to make
a move without seeing Todd first.

We're watching him.

I hope so.

Pete.

Get that load of high grade ready
for my freighter in the morning.

You two wait here till I get out of here.

Just about fed up with him,
with his high-handed ways.

So am I.

All right, lame brain.

Just move it down here
just about two inches.

Come on, there.

A little bit more.

No, you're too firm.

Take it back.
I want it leveled.

There you are. How does it read?

That's fine.

That ought to do the trick.

I want you to get that out
as soon as you can.

Have your next edition set up
and ready to go.

With exception of the name.
I'll get that to you in plenty of time.

I want that edition to get out
first thing in the morning.

It'll be ready, all right,

but I still think you're chasing
someone who don't exist.

Rand and Ludlow are the ones.

Maybe you're right, but I'm still
pretty lucky with my hunches.

- Suppose we go through with this one?
- All right.

I'll do anything you say.

You better shove off, Tim.

I'll take this front door,
see you in a few minutes.

Anything else we can do, Rufus?

No, we'll be ready to go
as soon as I set this up.

So long, Buck. I hope it works.

I hope so, too.

Sandy, keep him moving.
It might loosen up his tongue a bit.

- I ain't talking to nobody.
- Yet.

You said it, Buck.

Has Mr. Rand come in yet?

No, he hasn't.

Is that his office back there?

Yeah.

When he comes in, tell him
I'll be waiting for him in there.

Sure, I'll tell him.
Expect him back any minute.

Anything happened tonight?

Parson's been in here several times.

He's back there now waiting for you.

Want to build that church?

Hello, boys.

After taking all the trouble
of sneaking in the back door,

try and pay you a visit,
who do I find here? An old friend of mine.

I wouldn't do that if I were you, Ludlow.

Especially after just got through

doing your favor
and figured on doing you another.

Take it easy.

What is this?
What do you mean, an old friend?

You don't mean to tell me you two
don't know this mug over here?

United States Marshal Tim McCall.

Using that old Parson gag again.

- Marshal?
- That's right, Rufus Todd's friend.

No wonder he backed him up this
morning.

Trying to run us into a trap, huh?

So he did have you stringing along too.

He pulled the same gag on me
in Kansas, only I was too smart for it.

Who the devil are you?

I must be slipping. Do you mean that?

Do you ever hear of Rocky Saunders?

Holy smoke.

He's the fellow they've been
trying to stop for two years.

Smuggling and train robbing
all over the south.

Yeah, that's right.
All the way from Kansas to California.

All right, Saunders,
we want that high grade.

What's your deal?

Sit down.

My deal?

I'm cutting in on this setup
and I'm giving the orders.

What do you mean?

Just what I said.

I never go into one of these deals
unless I'm running.

You fellas have freight
connections that I can use.

We split fifty-fifty, take it or leave it.

That sounds fair enough.

You got a plan?

Sure.

First plan is, how are we going
to get rid of this flatfoot over here

so we'll keep him out of our way?

You got a hideout, haven't you?

Why not take him out in the canyon?

No, I'm smart to that.

I want to save him for myself.
Something personal.

I get it.

Yeah, we got a hideout.

We'll take him up the hill.

Yeah.

Now you get it.

I'll go along with him
just as soon as we're finished here.

How about that high grade?

Suppose I meet you
at Eagles Pass sunup in the morning.

Is that where you got the stuff hidden?

- You're after information.
- Maybe.

I guess that settles everything.

- Get him out of here.
- Wait a minute.

One more thing.

I know you fellas are smart.
You got a lot of brains.

But you haven't got brains enough
to run a big shebang like this.

There's somebody with freight
connections that give any orders.

Who is he?

You're pretty smart, aren't you, Saunders?

That's why I'm going into this deal.

And that's why I want to close
the deal with you in setting.

All right.
We'll have it at Eagles Pass at sunup.

You can close your deal personally
with him if that's the way you want it.

Suits me.

Get up, sky pilot.

Get his horse out in front.
Bring around and back with ours.

Outside.

That way.

Is that the hideout?

Yeah, mine.

It's not a bad hideout.

Get off of that horse.

I'm going to take that gag off
him now and listen to him.

Start off, sir.

You gave me the slip once, Saunders,
but I'll get you this time.

If you travel clear to the other side
of the globe, I'll make you crawl back.

Says you.

What'd I tell you?

Come on, get inside.

Fellas, this is Rocky Saunders.

He's putting up here
and he's working with us.

Joe, you give him what he wants
and help him keep an eye on the Marshal.

Sure.

Get a rope on him, speed up.

You'll be all right here, Marshal.
See you at sunup, Rocky.

See you there.

You two be down
as soon as sunup for orders.

- Tell the boys what to do?
- Yeah.

Bill, look out up
on the hill there about Saunders.

I will.

Let's get back to town.

How are your hands?

Little sore.

Here you are.

You better keep that rope on your feet.

That guard
will be back in here any minute.

All right, I'll stay put.

Of course, this place was a mine.

It looks like it, but it doesn't seem
like it's been worked in a long time.

I'd feel safer if I had my gun.

There you are.

Wait a minute.

Tim.

Take a look at this.
Nothing but dirt and rock.

What do you make of it?

No, I'm not mistaken.
This is supposed to be the corporate mine.

And if it is...

One more yap out of you
and I'll kick your teeth down your throat.

How are you doing?
The guy's behaving himself?

Pretty much.
He's not so tough.

You better peek in once in a while.

I'm going back into town
and see that newspaper friend of his.

Not a bad idea.
He's causing us a lot of trouble.

I understand.
What is this? High grade?

Yeah.

Looks like you're going to have
a shipment pretty soon.

The boys will hollow down
the town at sunup.

Swell.

I just want to tell you if that fellow
gets stuck, don't pay any attention to me.

He's perfectly harmless.
You won't have to watch him very much.

How about getting down
to the hotel and telling Corbett?

I've decided we're not letting him
on this until it's all over.

Until we got the mine ore.

You promised Saunders.

Why should we?

The six of us can handle him, after
I've stalled him out of that high grade.

- Not a bad idea.
- And after we finished him off,

we'll wipe out the Marshal
and we'll tell Corbett.

He's run things too long to suit me.

I'll line up the boys for sunup.

I'm getting worried, it's so late.

There's nothing to worry about, honey.

Didn't your father say so
when he slipped down here a while ago?

Everything's going fine.

Suppose you go to bed while I sit tight
here for orders from Marshal Roberts.

Please.
Now be a good girl.

All right.

That's better.

Let me know if you hear anything.

I promise.

- How are you doing, Sandy?
- Fine.

Rufl

Come on, Ruf.

There you are.

And it's all set up for the next edition.
All but the name.

Perfect job, Ruf.

How did you and Tim make out?

Sandy, you're going
to pass these things around.

Sure.

There you are.

You set title timer, see you after sunup.

All right, Buck.

Ray Mason will take care
of the rest of it.

Sandy, get those under the windows
and the doors and everywhere.

I'll give the orders.

- Give me a couple.
- I'll get it done, Buck.

- Where's Ed?
- I don't know.

He didn't show up last night either.

He's probably drunk somewhere as usual.

Take a look at this.

It ain't possible.
His press is still in pieces.

That's a newspaper
and you're reading it, aren't you?

I bet he got a new press from Mesa City.
He hasn't been around for almost a week.

That might be it.

If he has, he won't be
alive to print the next edition.

Let's get out and meet Saunders
before the whole town reads this stuff.

- You know what to do, Sandy?
- Sure.

Come on.

- Is that all of it?
- Yeah.

You better get rolling with that wagon.

The boss wants you to pull through
town before too many people are about.

I'll be there in five minutes.

Changed your mind
about taking on some of this grub?

No, thanks.

Are you wishing you were
on that wagon getting out of here?

I'd much prefer a horse.

I bet you would.

Drop that gun!

Untie my feet.

Hurry up!

Get them up!

You're going to have time
to smoke that cigarette, Bob.

Get up on your feet.

Outside.

Go ahead.

How are you making out, Tim?

Fine, Sandy.

How are you doing up there?

All right.

Then come on down here.

I'm coming. Go.

Down your two feet.

Here, put them on.

Put the other around
the handle of that car.

You won't drag that very far.

It's hard to believe that Corbett's
the man the Marshal suspects.

Yeah, we're going to find out right now.

Look, over at the hotel.

He's heading straight for the saloon.

Right for Rand and Ludlow.

And he certainly was worried.

Sure he was.

Rand and Ludlow ate upstairs.

They left a while ago with the boys.

- Where they'd go?
- I don't know.

Take off that apron and go out
there and find Rufus Todd.

- Why?
- Never mind why.

He's hiding out somewhere in this town.
I want to know where.

Don't say a word.

Go out there and find him
and come back and tell me.

Sure.

They won't move.

Right.

Come on, Sandy,
Buck may need a hand.

All right.

This ain't the place.

It's a mile ahead.

Which one's the big boss?

- You'll meet him at Eagle's Pass.
- Let's go ahead then.

Wait a minute, Rand.

Quit stalling.

Where's Corbett?

Stick them up, Saunders.

We don't aim that's any of your business.

You thought you were pretty smart
figuring that one out, didn't you?

Any fool could figure out
the corporate mine

wasn't worth anything once you saw it.

Maybe not, but it works for us
and it's going to keep on working for us.

Get going and lead us to that high grade.

There they are.

They're headed for the riverbed.

You bear off to the left,
I'll head this way.

- We'll cut them off.
- You said it.

Come on.

Take it.

They were scared to death.

John did just what you expected.

Thanks.

That means that Corbett
will be after the old timer.

Yeah.

Here's about the last of them.

Thanks, Tim.
Sandy, you take care of him.

All right.
Get up there, Mr. Rand.

Remember when I said I see you later?

Much later.

Well, this is it.

Get your hands up and start marching.

Charlie, have you seen Mr. Hopkins?

He was supposed to have breakfast
with Ray and dad and me,

but he hasn't shown up.

I just saw him ride out of town
a while ago.

You did?

I guess we'll just have
to go ahead without him.

Thanks, Charlie.

It's in that undertaker store.

The gal just tipped it off.

She started in and saw me and left.

Come in, John, I'm kind of expecting you.

That's why I left the door unlocked.

_Tl]is is where
you're printing your paper now?

That's right.

- You read the last edition?
- Yes.

It says you're going to name
the man behind Rand and Ludlow.

You're right again.

I'm setting the type now.

C...

O...

R...
- I wouldn't finish that, Rufus.

B... E...

T...

T-

Dad! Are you all right?

Corbett's dead.

I'm sorry it had to be someone
you thought was your friend.

Take it easy.

What happened in there?

I've got to give the people
what I promised in the next edition.

Dad, you're in no condition...

I certainly appreciate
what you've done for us, Buck.

You can bet we'll keep a double
guard on that rotten bunch in there.

That's fine. I'll send some men
from Carson City

to take them off of your hand.

I guess we've got to go.

I suppose you're going
to your place in Arizona.

- That's right.
- And I'm heading back to Wyoming.

I'm shoving off for Texas.