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Who's this?

It's a stranger.

Howdy.

Who are you?

Name's Randall.

I'm Jack Radovitch.

Well, glad to know you.

What are you doing out here?

Oh, just passing through.

Say, I wonder if I could have a cup of that coffee.

Sure, help yourself.

Much obliged.

Say, uh, what he'd do?

He killed a man.

Why? What's it to you, mister?

Nothing. Just wondering.

Must have been a pretty fast trial, wasn't it?

He didn't need a trial. He admitted it himself.

Come on, let's get it over with.

Say, excuse me, mister.

Look, I know it's none of my business,

but I think you're all making a mistake.

What are you talking about?

Well, you hanging a man without a trial,

that's lynching.

The law find out you hung him,

they're just liable to hang you.

Now let me tell you something, big mouth.

He killed a man and he's gonna hang for it.

That isn't the only rope we've got.

The more I look at you, the more I'm beginning to think

we ought to make this a double hanging.

You gonna hang him with that?

Why?

You're kinda goin' about it the wrong way, aren't you?

Mister, if you don't shut up, you just might join him.

What are you talking about, Randall?

It's the wrong kind of a knot for hanging.

You can make a better one?

In my sleep.

All right, big mouth, let's see.

Randall, just what are you doing around here?

Oh, I'm going into Fry Pan for that big celebration.

I hear it's really something.

That's right, the best in the country.

Horse races, shooting matches,

even got a band playing this year.

Yeah, that's what I hear.

Come on, don't take all day.

You can't rush something like this.

Who'd he kill?

A man named Harper.

Why?

Over a girl.

She came into town

to play the guitar and sing at the Last Chance.

Saloon?

My place.

Oh. Hey, this Harper, anybody special?

No, just a saddle tramp.

Tell me something.

Are you fellas lawmen?

No. We got no real law in Fry Pan.

Why? What difference does it make?

Like I said before, you hang him now,

they can try you for murder, find you guilty.

You'll be here.

That'll go for you, too.

Not me, mister.

Before he drops, I'll be long gone.

You got a better idea, Randall?

Maybe.

Tomorrow's the Fourth, right?

Yeah.

A big celebration, a lot of people coming into town?

Yeah. Yeah.

Why don't you give them a real show?

You mean hang him then as a part of the celebration?

You got the whole town taking part in it then.

If the law gets sore, they can't just arrest a few people.

They can't try the whole town.

Anyway, think of the business.

People riding in from all over to see that fella hung.

Hot, thirsty.

Yeah.

No, let's hang him now.

That's what we chased him for.

Now, wait a minute.

You may wanna be responsible for what happens.

I'm not sure I do.

You were sure when we started out.

Well, I've had time to think it over since then.

Why don't we leave it up to a majority

and see how they feel?

Now, all those in favor

of taking Pringle back into town

and having a public hanging,

which will make the Fourth of July celebration

something really to remember, raise your hand.

Say, that's three for and three against.

Somebody's gotta break the tie,

and, well, I think I got a better right to vote

than Pringle there.

I vote we hang him when we get back in town.

Well, that settles it. We wait.

Now, I know you fellas are disappointed,

so to make up for it,

tomorrow during the celebration,

the drinks are on the house...

until noon.

Say, if nobody objects,

I'll buy the drinks while we're out here.

I, uh, got a couple of bottles in my saddle bag.

Well, there you go.

What's your stake in this, Randall?

Got none.

You know Pringle, don't you?

Uh-uh.

You think I'm lying, don't you?

Like tomorrow the sun will come up.

I'm gonna be watching you, Randall.

You step out of line just a little bit,

you'll never take another step.

Fair enough.

Well, I got you another day, Pringle.

What are you gonna do with it?

Just take it easy, I guess.

How about a shot of that whiskey?

Sure.

What's in this for you?

I don't wanna see a lynching, that's all.

Well, that don't ring true.

Nobody does anything for free.

You're no different, the way I figure it.

You pig.

Why isn't he hanging?

He killed Harper. Why is he still alive?

Well, we were gonna hang him,

and this fella here rode in and give us a better idea.

Woman: Really?

Yeah, he suggested we take Pringle back into town

and hang him as the finale of the celebration tomorrow.

Why not do it now?

'Cause it wouldn't be legal, that's why.

None of us are duly appointed lawmen.

Tomorrow in town will make that different?

Well, not different,

but at least the whole town will be in on it.

Nobody can't point a finger at just a few of us.

As long as you hang him, I don't care how or where.

Good. First thing in the morning, we'll head back to town.

There'll be a large crowd to see you die.

Men: ♪ As I walked out in the streets of Loredo ♪

♪ As I walked out in Loredo one day ♪

♪ I spied a young cowboy wrapped up in white linen ♪

♪ Wrapped up in white linen as cold as the clay ♪

♪ I see by your outfit that you are a cowboy... ♪

Howdy.

You don't care for the singing, Mr. Randall?

Oh, it's fine as long as my voice isn't in it.

Then we can talk.

Well, what you want to talk about?

Why did you want to postpone the hanging?

Well, now, suppose you tell me why you wanted it stopped?

Now, maybe you got those other fellas there

believing you wanted him killed. Not me, lady.

What makes you think I have any interest in him?

Well, uh, it was that motherly slap you gave him.

Things aren't always what they seem.

Yeah, that's what I'm trying to say here.

We were once very good friends, Pringle and I,

back in Texas.

I figured it was something like that.

I ran away from him after a silly quarrel.

He came here and found me in the arms of another man.

And he, uh,

killed him?

It's my fault that he's waiting to be hanged.

Well, that figures, and you're gonna do everything you can

to get him out of it, right?

Where do your sympathies lie?

Well, when there's a woman involved,

I kind of lean in that direction.

Will you help me?

Tell me something.

If I hadn't have been here,

what did you plan to do?

I don't know.

I'd have figured out something.

What's in it for me?

My gratitude.

Well, that's kind of a hard thing to spend.

So are a lot of worthwhile things.

All right, you got my help.

Now, you stay close to your friend there.

When the noise starts, you cut him loose.

Get on out of here

and scatter those horses while you're going.

What about you?

Don't worry about me. I know what I'm doing.

Listen, I'll meet you on the road going into Tucson.

Go ahead.

Hyah! Hyah!

I told you.

I told you all along,

but you were too anxious to make a lousy dollar.

I had nothin' to do with it.

You better be able to prove it.

We'll have to catch those horses

and get them ready to ride.

It don't matter where he goes,

I'll get to him.

You mark it down.

Josh Randall, he's gonna be a dead man.

I think we got company.

Randall?

Wait a minute. He's a friend.

I got no friends.

He kept you off the end of a rope.

What more do you want?

It's not what I want that counts.

Get those horses out of sight.

Stop right there and keep your hands off the gun.

Get down.

Hands behind your neck.

All right, turn around.

I've been following you for quite a spell.

Why?

Well, mainly because they've been following me.

Why, you halfwit, you led them right to us.

Yeah, sure looks that way, doesn't it?

What did you follow us for?

I told you I'd meet you on the way into Tucson, didn't I?

Shut up. You get that gun off him.

Is this that gratitude you were telling me about?

Come on, let's go.

You ride first, Estralita.

You next, Randall.

And remember, you decide to get smart,

I got this rifle ready.

Well, looks like we might have lost 'em.

I got a hunch maybe we ought to leave him here.

Oh, leave him alone. He's just trying to help us.

He's sure got a funny way of showing it.

Suit yourself, mister.

That outfit sure must have a good trail man.

Thought maybe we lost them, huh?

We'll make for those mountains and we'll double back.

Come on, let's go.

Well, that's the last we'll see of them.

A bloodhound couldn't follow our trails through this country.

Yeah? Well, then one of them must be a bloodhound,

'cause they're doing it.

You've been leaving a trail for them, Randall?

Listen, that rope they got will fit me

just as well as it will you, pal.

Gimme.

What's the matter, you got something

that you don't want me to see?

In the hat.

All right, gimme.

That the reason you didn't want me to hang, Randall?

How long you been on my trail?

Ever since you left Texas.

Couldn't let a bunch of amateurs

hang $1,000 worth of reward money, could I?

You're crazy.

You pull that trigger and they're gonna hear you.

They'll be up here and they'll hang you right on the spot, mister.

Well, they gotta be slowed down,

and I can't think of a better way to do it than with you.

Now, turn around.

Turn around!

Talk your way out of this one, Randall.

Come on, let's go.

Why would a man leave his horse here?

Probably just one of his tricks to slow us down.

He wouldn't leave his horse just for that.

Tucson is not more than an hour away.

Do you figure that's where he went?

I'd just like to get my hands on Randall, that's all.

Where are your friends, Randall?

They're no friends of mine.

You helped them escape.

Well, come on, it'll go better with you

if you tell us the truth.

Now, you talk.

Right. I helped them escape.

Pringle's worth money to me.

What do you mean money?

He's wanted.

He's got a price on his head.

How much?

500.

And you were gonna keep it and not tell us.

Hold it, Bull.

I say hang him.

That won't get us the money Pringle is worth.

Look, may I make a suggestion?

We ride on into Tucson

because that's exactly where Pringle's gonna go.

We can nail him there in town

and I'll split the reward with you.

With the Fourth of July celebration going on,

why, we could have a party for a long time.

I don't trust him.

Do you know anybody in Tucson who'll vouch for you?

Yeah, the marshal.

Why does he need somebody to vouch for him?

'Cause if he ain't who he says he is

and there ain't no reward on Pringle,

I'm gonna help you give that celebration in Tucson

the same kind of an ending we'd planned for Fry Pan.

Come on, bounty hunter.

Dagnabbit, this looks better than Fry Pan.

Go with the other boys.

Go on, get with the booze and the dancing.

Randall and I are gonna pay a call on the marshal.

Let's go, boys.

I'll just ride in to the marshal with you.

There's plenty of time for the celebrating later.

Well, let's go and get it over it.

This looks like a real good party. Come on.

I've been expecting you, Josh.

Hello, Virgil.

Who's bringing who in?

What's the charge?

You know him?

Sure, bounty hunter Josh Randall. Why?

He helped a killer escape from a posse

near Fry Pan, Marshal.

Was there any law with that posse?

Don't start that.

He helped Jake Pringle escape so he wouldn't lose the bounty.

There's 500 on Pringle's head.

Did you tell them that, Josh, $500?

Yeah. I may have been wrong about the price,

but I was trailing him for a month

and I just hate see a man hung for free.

Well, I'm sorry you boys went to all this trouble,

but I'm afraid you're all in for a disappointment.

Take a look.

Pringle?

Uh, what happened?

A gal named Estralita brought him in about an hour ago.

He was bent over his saddle

with a hole right through his middle.

She gave me this.

That's how I knew you'd show up.

Yeah. She claim the reward?

Yeah, she's still waiting in town for it, the whole thousand.

A thousand?

But you said five.

Yeah, yeah, no.

Well, uh, where would I find her?

The last I heard, she was down the street at the Two Deuces.

Oh, the Two Deuces.

Listen, gentlemen, I wanna thank you very much

for your participation.

Hold it, hold it.

Like I told you, he's a good friend.

I don't figure anything should happen to him while he's in town.

Besides, if you're gonna go after Randall,

somebody's gonna get hurt,

and I've learned it usually isn't him.

Now, uh...

you sure you don't wanna split that reward with me?

I'm sure.

You're a hard woman.

Not really, Josh.

I loved Jake Pringle, I think,

but there are so many men in Arizona

and so little money.