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Whoa... ho!

Metcalf.

So nice to have made your acquaintance, Mr. Appleby.

- Goodbye. - Thank you, Miss Cynthia.

I hope you find your parents well,

and, um, give my regards to Senator Clyborn.

Yes, I'll tell him.

We leave for Gainesville in an hour, miss.

Thank you.

Metcalf, mister. You gettin' off?

Oh, yes.

Threes out.

- That's $1.50 you owe me now. - No kidding.

Uh, excuse me, Sheriff,

my name is Appleby. Sheridan Appleby.

I'm looking for a Mr. Curley Bill Brocius.

Are ya?

So is half the state.

Curley and his boys pulled another job over to Gainesville.

Shot a couple of men.

Cut.

Holed up in his place in the San Remos, again, I'd guess.

Oh. Well, in that case,

I would like to hire a guide to take me there.

Now, why'd you say you wanted to see Curley Bill?

Well, I have to find him and take his gun away from him.

Well, I've got work to do, Josh.

I'll see you later.

If you bring Curley Bill back,

I'll give you a medal.

Mr. Randall?

Uh, what's the matter with the sheriff?

Oh, he's just a little nervous about Bill Brocius.

Been trying to send out some deputies

to bring him in from San Remo.

Town can't spare 'em.

Well, now, would you know where to find Mr. Brocius?

Well, I know that part of the country pretty well.

Uh, friend of yours?

No.

Oh, well, we were on the stagecoach together, yes.

Now, uh, Mr. Randall...

- Uh, Mr. Randall... - Hmm?

Would you mind if we talk some business?

Well, that depends.

Well, I'm willing to give you $100 cash

if you will agree to lead me to Mr. Brocius.

$100.

Mm, Pete. Hmm?

Oh, the hard liquor. No. Heh, no.

Uh, would you happen to have some bottled soda?

Uh, no.

Oh, well, uh, they... they do have it

quite a few places now.

Further east. Uh...

I'll have a beer, then, please.

Bottled soda?

Yes.

Well, uh, you see, I'm a salesman.

Gun salesman.

Handguns mostly.

As a matter of fact, I've been noticing yours.

It's really quite interesting.

Yes, well, uh, you see,

about two months ago I received a shipment of guns,

12 revolvers altogether.

And I'd already sold five

when I discovered that there was a defect.

You see, there was a flaw in the casting of the cylinders.

Oh, they'd fire all right, but, um...

after time, they'd blow up.

So, anyway, when I discovered this

I started retrieving the guns as well as I could.

And I actually got back all of them except for one.

Mr. Brocius?

And you want me to take you up there

so you can get the gun back from him?

Uh, yes, that's right.

Oh, you're crazy.

Well, uh, why?

Well, now, listen.

If a man wants to go ahead and blow his head off with that thing,

I don't think the people around here would want me to stop him.

$200.

You know, I don't understand you at all.

Mr. Randall, I sold that gun,

and I stand behind the quality.

Now, if you don't want to accompany me,

naturally, I'll have to go alone.

But it does seem to me that, um...

$200 is a lot of money.

How well do you know Bill Brocius?

I've done business with him on two previous occasions.

Well, listen to me. I know him. I've known him for a long time.

Now, he might give you back that gun with no trouble at all.

Then again, he might just blow your head off.

Now, seems to me $200 isn't very much money

for getting shot up, you know what I mean?

Uh, Mr. Randall,

I'm sure you'll be encouraged to know

that if we should run into any trouble,

I'm quite capable of handling a gun.

Mm-hmm.

I sell guns.

And you see, it's necessary for me

to be able to use my merchandise.

As a matter of fact, I daresay

that I can draw a pistol quite as fast as you can use that.

Now, look, Appleby.

I'm quite sure you can handle a gun.

But I think you got a lot to learn

about the customers you do business with, you hear me?

I do.

All right.

Now, you, um, are fast, aren't you?

He's fast.

Now, if I beat you to the draw,

will you accept my offer

and lead me to Mr. Brocius?

Uh...

- $200? - $200.

Yeah, and, uh... if I beat you?

You keep the $200 anyway.

Well, I'll see the $200 right here.

There. There's $200.

Now...

All right.

Uh-huh. This oughta be close enough.

Oh? Close enough for what?

Well, we'll light a little fire.

Maybe we'll get their attention,

come up here and take a look-see.

If I'd have gone alone, I wouldn't have known what to do.

I'm certainly glad you decided to come along.

I was kinda afraid not to.

You know, the way you draw that gun of yours.

Oh, I've always loved guns.

I used to even dream

of maybe someday getting to be a marshal or a sheriff.

Oh? What stopped you?

No one would take me seriously.

Only way that I could convince them

was to shoot them.

I don't know, somehow it just didn't seem to be worth it.

So you decided to sell guns, huh?

Mm-hmm.

I'm getting a little hungry, you know.

We got this fire. Why don't we eat?

What do you say? There's some stuff

in the saddlebag right there.

All right.

How about that?

Well, what do you think?

I think we've been here long enough.

But why didn't they come?

I don't know.

What do you say you and I ride over and take a look, huh?

Uh-huh.

Oh, say, uh, you mind if I ask you something?

No. What?

You do much business with men like Brocius?

With, uh, outlaws, you mean?

Yes.

Yes, I suppose you'd say I do.

Do you, uh, think that that's right?

I don't see why not.

You know, there's a lot of men in this part of the country

walking around free...

only because there's not enough people to catch 'em.

As long as you know what kind of a man Brocius was,

kind of silly of you to sell him a gun, wasn't it?

No. I'm afraid that I don't see it your way.

If a man is walking about the streets free,

I don't think I'm supposed to judge him.

Ho...

Man's dead.

And he hasn't been dead very long, either.

Who do you think did it?

I got an idea it's your friend you sold that gun to.

That's why he didn't come up and check that fire of ours.

I gotta get that coach back to town.

Well, what about Mr. Brocius?

He isn't gonna go anywhere where I can't find him. Come on.

But if we can't be of any help here now...

We've come too far to go back.

Besides, you agreed to do this job.

You can't back off.

Look, Appleby,

I lived in this country all my life.

I got a feeling right now I'm getting into trouble I got no business in.

You don't owe me a cent, but this is as far as I go.

All right, then.

Whoa.

I'll tell you something.

I think you're crazy,

but then, maybe I am, too.

So I'll just, uh, ride along with you a piece.

Let's go.

How far do you think we have to go?

Hold it.

Right there.

Not far.

Why you been following us?

Uh, we weren't following you, mister.

That's right. We were just leaving our camp

when we heard the shots.

We rode down to find out what it was about.

So you were the ones making the smoke, huh?

Uh-huh.

I don't know if you're lying or not,

but it don't make no difference.

Get movin'.

Randall, I just thought of something.

Yeah, I know. We're just a little bit late.

No. No, it's about the stagecoach.

Shut up, you two, and keep movin'.

Inside.

Keep movin'.

Don't you worry, Mr. Randall.

Soon as I see Mr. Brocius, everything will be fine.

Oh, I bet it will.

Yeah.

Each of you find yourselves a settin' place over there.

Go on!

Now, just a minute.

I think I've had about enough of you, mister.

I insist upon seeing Mr. Brocius.

You do, huh?

You're a real sassy dude, aren't ya?

Heh heh, fancy hat and all.

That's right, dude. Hold onto it.

All right, you've gone too far this time.

I demand to see Mr. Brocius this instant.

You do, huh?

Well, okay, dude.

You'll just get your demand.

Sit down!

Watch them.

Uh, Mr. Randall. I, uh,

I was trying to tell you on the trail.

I know about the stagecoach

and why they shot it up.

Cynthia Clyborn.

Who?

The senator's daughter.

She's the girl we saw in the lobby.

Well, uh, she was on that stagecoach

and, uh, I think they're holding her.

Well...

That's just fine. That's just great.

- Why? - Now, look,

as long as Brocius keeps to this nickel-and-dime robbery,

there's no lawman gonna bother him too much.

But the senator's daughter?

Why, they're gonna have a whole army up here.

Listen, Appleby,

don't go telling Brocius you know about the girl, huh?

Guard: Hey.

Shut up, you two.

What we gonna do?

Oh.

There they are, Curley.

Well, if it ain't my old friend, the drummer. How...

Now, who tied these men up? Come on, cut 'em loose.

I turn my back for a couple of hours

and come back and find my friend laced up like a boot!

Uh, who...

Uh, his name is Josh Randall.

He's been serving as my guide.

Thought I recognized you, Mr. Randall.

It's been about six years ago.

Heard a lot about you.

Well, I've heard a lot about you, too.

Reckon one of those little posters, I wager, huh?

That why you come lookin' for me?

- Nope. - Glad to hear it.

I remember when you went lookin' for my friend, Pete Clooney.

Sure glad you ain't lookin' for me like that.

Well, come on. Let's have some coffee and get the kinks out.

Come on, Mr. Randall. Set down right over there.

Well, you gotta forgive the boys.

They ain't been curried yet,

and they ain't got their party manners on.

I guess I better get started

if I'm gonna deliver that message.

Yeah, you do that.

Well, now, what brings you up this way?

Well, it's about that gun that I sold you a few weeks ago.

Tell me, do you still have it?

Yeah. Why?

Ah, good, good.

Well, I'd like to buy it back from you.

I'm afraid it's defective.

What's wrong with it?

Well, you see, there was a flaw

in the machining of the cylinder.

Oh, it will work quite all right for a while,

but, sooner or later, it will explode.

No good, huh?

Lucky I didn't have to use it much.

Yes. Well, now, I can either give you back your money

or, if you prefer, I can allow you to choose another gun from my case.

Now, that's what I call takin' real good care of the trade.

Tobin, bring that case.

Now, this here's what I call a fine gent.

Thank you.

Very well.

Now, this one...

This one looks pretty good.

Yes, that's, um, one of my finest models.

Yeah, I like this one.

Well, it's a bit more expensive than the other,

but I'm willing to absorb the loss.

And I can assure you, Mr. Brocius,

that nothing like this will ever happen again.

I'm sure it won't.

Go ahead, have some more coffee.

Uh, sorry, but we gotta be getting back.

Aw. I was kinda hopin' you'd stay the night.

Get a good start in the morning.

Uh, thank you, but I have some business in town.

I guess then we can't hold you up.

Only thing about it is, we get bears.

They come right up at night.

Make a lot of racket.

Yeah, well, that could be dangerous.

Not if you know how to handle 'em.

Well, I guess you'll be wantin' to get goin'.

Tobin, get the horses.

Now, you...

Now, you sure you can't stay?

Uh, thank you very much, but no.

Now, you didn't really think old Bill

was gonna let you get away from here, did ya?

Be kinda stupid of me, turn you loose

and let you lead the sheriff right back here.

And tell him who kidnapped Miss Clyborn.

You know about her, huh?

Well, n-now, mind, we didn't come up here

intending to betray you. We came up here to help you.

You came up here because you were afraid

if something would happen to me with this gun,

me and my boys would come looking for you.

All right, you.

I wanna keep you around.

More than I can say for you, Mr. Bounty Hunter.

I'm warning you not to do that.

Put your guns away or I'll shoot.

I'm warning you, I mean what I say.

Why, you little runt.

That pea-popper of yours has only got one bullet

and you wouldn't know what to do with that.

I'm an expert shot and the first man to disobey me

will find that out. Now put your guns away.

He's gotta be kiddin'.

No, what he means is...

you better do like he says.

Can't see!

Well, uh,

you did try, didn't ya?

Well, come on, gunslinger. I'll buy you a drink.

You know, Mr. Randall, I've been thinking.

I've sold many bad guns in my life...

every time I've done business with a man like Mr. Brocius.

Well, not that the gun is so bad, you know.

It's the people who use it.

Hey, you know, that's a real pretty girl over there.

Well, I sold my last bad gun.

One whiskey.

Say, you're the guy that wanted soda pop.

Funny thing is, a drummer came by today.

I got ya some.

Whiskey, please.

The man that brought in Curley Bill Brocius

oughta be able to order what he wants to drink.

Thank you.