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Where's the station master?

Probably home in bed.

The very idea.

This is just a flag station.

The limited ain't supposed to stop here.

Well, where's the city?

Over there.

Is there a hotel?

Yes, but you wouldn't like it.

Well, is there a--

Lady, you're holding up the limited.

Well, well, wait a minute.

Uh, where shall I go?

What shall I do?

I haven't got the least idea, lady.

Well, hold the train a minute. I might want to go with you.

Good night.

Well,.

Do you know who I am?

You see Signore Gene?

Oh.

Hey, Jose.

Hey, Sam.

Oh, Bernando, how are ya?

Well, kids, hiya, Denny.

We're not riding tonight, are we, Jim?

I should say not, kid, it's just the shank of the evening.

Why, Bonita, you little rascal, you look pretty enough to kiss.

Well, why don't you try it?

And get shot?

Oh, Signor, Gene, he flirts with all the girls,

but he never kissed any.

Is that so?

Ha, there you are, Danny.

That's what I do to 'em, kid.

You better practice up.

Let's have a drink-- three whiskeys.

Hey, Stewart.

Yeah?

I hear you're going across the border to fight for the rebels.

Those big ears of yours hear everything, don't they?

Filibustering is a high crime against the Mexican government.

They'll stand you in front of a wall,

send you to jail for life.

Maybe we'll meet socially in the Mexican calaboose.

What are you hinting at?

Just this, if I do ride south, I'll

be of my own guns.

I won't be carrying those rotten shooting tools you're running

across the border these nights.

I'll have three whiskeys.

I'll take three, too.

Go get Sheriff Hawes.

Say, Gene.

Yeah?

You seen plenty of fighting everywhere.

Why is it they got to go start a war across the border?

Well, I'm darned if I know, Nels, unless it's just

that over there they think the world's getting a little too

crowded to live in.

You know, gentlemen, I think that humans are greater fools

than animals or even bugs.

Now we'll will take bugs, for instance.

They don't fight each other.

They believe in live and let live.

Of course, nobody's ever given bugs rifles or got 'em drunk

or-- that reminds me.

I'm not going any further with this conversation

unless I get a-- thanks.

Now to continue, it's always been my idea

that if you give children cap pistols to play with,

when they get older, they want real guns, real guns that shoot

real bullets and kill real people, and the sad part of it

is there's always someone who will sell 'em to 'em, someone,

for instance, who wants to run everything and boss everybody.

You know, gentlemen, there's other things

besides this to make men drunk.

Yes, sir, power does.

Power makes men lie and cheat and steal

and betray their friends.

It even makes them give their best friends this.

Will you shut up?

They do kill each other across the border.

Who cares?

Not you, Hayworth.

You don't care, not as long as each poor devil killed is

another dirty dollar in your pocket.

I make allowances for a whiskey-soaked brain.

Well, you don't ha--

Shall I lock him up, Mr. Hayworth?

Not now, give him about an hour, and then I want you to--

Poco, didn't I tell you not to follow me here tonight?

Oh, didn't I?

Oh, Signor Gene, when you are drunk, you are loco.

Where you go, Poco should go, too.

You fall down, I take you home.

Well, that may not be long.

Well, let's have some more.

Stillwell rider, dancing with your girl.

Take care of him.

Hey what is this?

I'm cutting in.

You are not.

Oh, yes, I am.

Hey, Bonita doesn't want to dance with him.

Who says she don't?

-Take a walk. -Hey, wait a minute.

She hasn't done anything.

Aw, shut up.

Keep your shirt on, Danny.

You ought to know no Stillwell rider has got a chance

with the law in this town.

Get out of here.

Go on, Danny.

Get out.

Why don't you two big, bad boys pick on someone your own size?

Be a sport.

Give those kids a break.

Why, Danny intends to marry Bonita.

Since marriage is so sacred to you, Stewart,

I'm surprised you don't try it.

I would it.

I would if I could make up my mind which one to take.

Honest, there are so many women after me,

I positively have to fight 'em off.

As if any woman who thought anything of herself

would tie up with a booze hound.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Well, you look like a gambling man.

I'll just make you a little proposition.

This says that I'll marry the first girl that hits town.

The liquor's talking.

Mr. Narrow is talking louder.

That's easy money.

Put up.

Take care of that, Eddie.

All right, Stewart.

Funny, Sheriff, that'll be mine before the week's out.

Keep an eye, Eddie.

Yeah?

You sure?

Magnifica.

Poco, wait a minute.

You-- you don't by any chance mean fat?

Oh, no, no, no, fat.

Poco, you rascal, if you're lying to me,

I'll trim your ears like a bulldog.

Come on.

I'll be back for that dough, Sheriff, and with a bride.

Here comes the bride,.

Well, hello.

Now look here.

You don't look like the sort of person

who would deliberately make matters worse for yourself.

Excuse me.

Are you married?

Are you married?

Come on.

Come on.

Hurry up.

Come on.

Come on.

Hurry up.

Don Manuel, she wants the ring.

You've gotta have a ring.

Excuse me, have you got a ring?

I say, have you-- never mind.

Give me your hand.

Give me your ha-- look, I don't want to be rough with you.

Now give me your hand.

Thank you.

Go on.

Say, si, lady, and say it quick.

Si.

Si.

Now your name, miss.

You'll be branded pretty, and it won't even sting.

So what is it?

Madeline Hammond.

Says her name is Madeline Hammond.

She-- Madeline Hammond?

You're not Al Hammond's sister?

Yes.

Well, uh, you-- get him out of here.

You go on.

I know your brother.

A matter of fact, I-- I think a lot of him.

Ms. Hammond, I don't know how to explain this.

It was just a fool bet that I--

Take me to my brother.

I can't do that.

He's up in the mountains with my boss.

Well, then, get me out of this horrible place.

Yes, yes, certainly.

What?

What is it?

Oh, Signor Gene, I am so glad I found you.

Now wait a minute, Bonita.

Just a minute, Bonita.

Well, you must help me.

Uh, just-- just a moment, please.

Now, Bonita, Bonita, what's the matter?

Danny, he killed a man.

Was it Sneed?

Si, they fight again after you go.

What am I going to do?

Well, where is Danny now?

He ride.

I don't know where.

Look, Bonita, you take my horse and ride across the border.

I'll get word to Danny to join you in.

The sheriff can't get him there.

Oh, gra--

No, no, no, no, you save that for Danny.

Come on, Bonita.

I'll get you right out of here.

A man's been shot, and they're searching for the killer.

Hurry, please.

I'm staying here.

Where do you think you'd ring up with that drunken mob?

Ms. Hammond, Ms. Hammond, please,

don't-- don't-- don't you think you could, uh, uh, yeah.

Tie your horses around there.

Hey, Sheriff, look here.

Come in.

Good morning.

I hope you slept well.

I just brought your bags from the station.

What would you like for breakfast?

I hope I didn't appear disagreeable last night.

That didn't matter.

I had been warned.

I bet your pardon?

I am Florence Kingsley.

Ms. Kingsley, so your the reason

I had to make this miserable trip.

Yes.

You're not going to marry my brother.

You can't stop it.

I'll take him home.

I'll keep him here.

I'll stop his allowance.

That will be the best thing that ever happened to him.

He'll have to get a job.

A job?

Out here, we work and like it.

You wouldn't understand that.

My brother work, that's funny.

Why don't you laugh then?

Work at what?

Punching cows, he's been doing it for fun.

Now he'll get paid for it.

How dare you interfere in my affairs?

Because your brother happens to be my affair now.

Perhaps I had better tell you what I think of you.

If I returned the compliment, I could be arrested.

You're a scheming, impertinent, conniving little--

This is my house.

If you don't like it, you know what you can do.

I wouldn't stay here another minute.

If you go out like that, you'll get

sunburned, to say nothing of what the cowboys

might do if they saw you.

That's my nightgown and my robe, too.

Get my things.

My bags, where are they, my clothes?

Get out and let me alone.

Oh, why did I come to this awful place?

I made Alfred write to you about us.

I knew that would bring you.

You seem to forget that the doctor sent him out here.

You didn't care anything about him.

You gave him all the money he wanted,

and that ended your responsibility.

You were off somewhere in Europe, having a good time.

I didn't want to fall in love with Al.

I felt sorry for Al.

That would be for anything that was sick.

If only for me, he would have been

sent back to you in a pine box, but I threw a robe on him.

I've got a claim on him, and I'm going to hang onto him

in spite of you and high water.

I'm not after your money.

We don't want it.

The best thing that ever happened to Al

as to have to fight for his bread and butter, for me.

Please, Majesty, don't try to rob

Al of his chance to be a man.

You're rich.

You've got everything, and I--

Come on.

Here, I am sorry I let go.

You have a terrible temper, but maybe it's a good thing.

I mean for Alfred.

Where is he?

Gene road to get him last night.

Gene?

Oh, that's the gentleman who-- who brought me here.

Yes, he borrowed my horse.

Stillwell's ranch is high up in the mountains.

It's a hard and dangerous ride, worst at night.

You let him go in that condition?

Tired or sober, I'd like to see anyone

who can stop Gene Stewart when he makes

up his mind about anything.

He's a fighter.

You'd better get dressed.

I'll go start breakfast.

They'll be here any minute.

All right.

Uh, give me one of those, too.

Doc says Sneed will come out all right.

Only the good die young.

Did you get anything out of that Mexican justice of peace?

Oh, he's got a mouth like a.

All he says,.

And I can't find hide or hair of Bonita.

Get your mind off women.

I pay you for protection, and you stand around with a mouth

full of.

Those cracks Steward made last night about gun running have

a smelly echo, but, my good friend,

if I land in a federal pen, you'll

be inside looking out with me, and all because of one

loud-mouth, drunken cowboy.

Where'd you get these?

Down at the railroad station last night, there were tracks

there, too, Gene Stewart's.

He bet me he'd marry the first girl that hit town.

Well, here's wishing him a honeymoon, alone, any place in

the desert across the border.

There they are.

Welcome to our city, your majesty.

Alfred, how well you look.

Hello.

Oh, stop, you smell like a horse.

Oh, you'll get used to that.

Alfred, I-- I can't get over the change in you.

Whom do I thank?

Well, who do you think?

Of course, I've had a horrible example.

Boy, I wouldn't have your head this morning

for a million bucks.

Oh, Majesty, this is Bill Stillwell.

This is my sister, Bill.

She holds the money bags.

I aim to be right nice to her, then.

We all try to.

I've been trying to sell your brother the purdiest piece

of land in the Southwest.

I guess I'll have to go to work on you.

He said you were tough, but you don't look hard to me.

Well, we'll talk about that later.

I don't aim to help sin along any,

but, Gene, you look as if you need a drink.

Come on into town with me.

Oh, wait a minute.

Uh, he'll be right along.

Oh.

I want to thank you for getting my brother.

Yeah.

You better put on your hat.

Do you want to get sunstroke?

Well, if I get it, I guess I got it coming.

Men are such fools.

I choose to overlook what happened last night because you

were not wholly accountable.

It's very kind of you to put it that way.

Of course, I shall depend on you to keep it quiet.

I certainly will.

Don Manuel is my friend, that is, when I'm sober.

Not so much for your sake as that

of your pretty, little Mexican friend.

I feel sorry for her.

For-- for Bonita?

Bonita?

That's a very pretty name.

Well--

Oh, what a beautiful animal.

Hello, Poco.

Hello, Signor Gene.

What's his name?

Pal, that's short for palomino.

He's bred straight through from the old Moorish Barbs,

aren't ya, pal?

If for no other reason than the love

of this beautiful creature, I should

think you'd want to be decent.

That's all.

You may go.

I've stood a lot from you, Gene,

more, I guess, than I would from a son, but after last night--

What have you heard, Bill?

About you and Ms. Hammond, it's all over town.

Where, for instance?

The Adobe Saloon.

Well, I won't worry ya anymore, Bill.

Thanks for everything you done.

You better get a new foreman.

Gene, wait.

Leave me alone, Poco.

No, no go in.

Someone kill you.

Let go of me, Poco. Do you hear?

Please, Signor Gene.

Snake eyes.

Yeah, snake eyes.

Hello, Stewart.

Come in to collect that bet?

No.

Where is Bonita?

Where you'll never lay hands on her again.

Have you helped her cross the border?

Yeah.

For a rum hound, you're getting to be quite a spark.

You met a woman on that midnight train.

I met a lady.

You met Al Hammond's sister.

I know because I saw her bags at the depot.

You took her over to Flo Kingsley's.

What did you do, carry her all the way in your arms?

There were only one set of tracks,

or maybe you've took to wearing these

and losing them on the trail.

Aw, come on.

Don't be bashful.

Open up.

We're all listening.

Don't make me go over there and ask the lady what happened.

Well, this is one bet I don't mind losing.

Beating up an officer carries a heavy penalty, Stewart.

Gene, you better ride.

That bad?

He won't have a posse for a month, but he has friends.

I'll go over the river.

What about your mail?

Just mark it, address unknown.

I won't be coming back, at least not right away.

Thanks, Nels.

Did I hurt you, Poco?

It's not hurt here, but you hurt me here.

Everything is all right now.

Nothing hurt Poco anymore when you smile at him like that.

Come on, Poco.

All right, I'll buy your ranch, but I'll

expect you to remain in charge, at least until my brother

learns the ropes.

I'll be glad to stay.

All right, we'll make that part of the deal.

Thank you very much.

"I cannot take Pal where I am going,

nor can I sell a thing I love."

"Nor can I sell a thing I love.

Won't you accept him as some small apology for the trouble

I have caused you-- Gene Stewart."

Take him to the stable for me.

Where is Mr. Stewart now?

Hopefully, he not know.

Signor Gene no tell me.

But I ride and ride, and someday I find him.

Adios, senora.

That's strange.

What?

Poco called you Senora.

Yes, he did.

In Spanish, that means married woman.

Does it?

That's odd.

Yes, isn't it?

Alfred, Alfred, what happened?

Somebody shot me, sis.

Did it happen this side of the border?

Yes.

Were they Americans?

Must have strong reasons for not

wanting their presence known.

This is the 20th century.

There are supposed to be no more frontiers

where men can shoot their fellow creatures

without being punished.

Bill, I want something done about this.

I wish Gene Stewart were here.

So do I, if it would do any good.

It's Poco.

Better get your cutters.

Take it easy, Poco.

What, Poco?

He wants to see.

Si, you take me.

Get him up here and help him.

Oh, I wish we'd never seen this place.

For all I care, they can give it back to the Indians.

You are going with me to Boston, and when you are married,

it will be in Saint Stephen's with civilized decency.

Sis, these last few months haven't taught you a thing.

In a crisis, you revert right back to type, nothing but a New

England starched skirt.

Sorry for coming in this way, miss,

but Poco here is in a pretty bad way, says he's got to see you.

Poco.

It is el capitan, senora.

Captain?

Si, el capitan Gene.

Yes, Poco.

El capitan is in bad fight, soldiers all killed.

Was Captain Steward killed?

Oh, no, el capitan no killed.

El capitan--

He means Gene is alone, deserted,

sick in heart and mind.

El capitan die soon if someone no take him away.

Which means he's drinking himself to death.

Being shot at ain't so bad, but for a man like Gene to be--

You go to.

, only you can say the words to bring

el capitan back to life.

Did Captain Stewart send you?

Oh, no, oh, no, he kill me if he know,

but-- but I don't care if-- if he live.

You go, please.

Poco, he die for you if you go.

I'll try, Poco.

I'll try.

I'll go to Mexico.

Oh, oh, gracias, gracias.

Captain Stewart, Gene, Gene, look at me.

Oh, Gene, when you've lost your pride, you've lost everything.

I haven't got any time for pride.

Go away, will ya?

Go on.

I'm going to take you home with me.

Oh, no, you're not.

Uh, stay right here, but--

Come on, Gene.

Oh, Stillway, well now it is quite a party.

Let's have a bottle, and we'll all have-- hey, wait a minute.

Come on.

Wait.

Don't be pushing.

Come here.

Come here.

Why did you bring me here?

To talk to you, sit down.

Thanks.

I'm not worth the trouble.

Probably not, the doctor tells me

there is no physical treatment that

ever really cures a drunkard.

The desire to change must come from within,

and because my own life has been somewhat useless,

I have decided to try my hand at being useful.

So you'll become, shall we say, a-- a sort

of biological experiment.

Look, Ms. Hammond, do you realize that south

of the border, I'm a criminal?

Well, I am.

I'm a filibuster, and that's practically

a professional killer.

There is imprisonment or worse hanging over my head.

You see?

You do know right from wrong, so you

can stop killing your fellow beings

just as you can stop drinking if you choose.

I'm afraid if I tried to stop, it would kill me.

So sorry for yourself, aren't you?

Yes, I guess I am.

You see, what comes after death is so uncertain,

and down deep I'm really pretty yellow.

Could death be worse than what we're both going through?

No.

Then why don't you try to stop?

Well, at least make an effort to.

Other men have quit, men who have fallen

lower, men who are weaker.

I have faith in you, Gene Stewart.

If I could believe that--

Without faith, we are only dust.

I'll quit.

You-- you won't fail me.

I've done a lot of bad things in my life, Ms. Hammond,

but I've always tried to keep my word.

I won't fail you.

This is your horse, Helen.

Oh.

Oh, and this is Monty.

How do you do?

Howdy, miss.

Majesty, where on Earth did you ever get that?

That's my foreman, Gene Stewart.

Oh.

Now I know why you didn't come home to Boston.

Oh, Helen, stop it.

If he looks my way, I'll faint.

Well, I haven't seen much of you in the last few days.

My job is to keep your cattle this side of the border.

In these times, that's quite a chore.

Well, who's the little girl with the pretty eyes?

A friend of mine.

Oh, social error.

You're looking very well today.

Thank you.

Do me a favor, will you?

Please don't take your friends that way, towards the border.

Something there I shouldn't see?

Plenty.

That's perchance the reason for your long absence, or maybe

your little Mexican friend, Bonita.

Thank you.

All ready?

Nels, Monty, Bill, boys, quick.

-What's the matter? -I found the trouble.

The man who shot Al?

Maybe, anyway, he had a reason to.

-Where? -Up on the Ghost Rocks.

-The Ghost Rocks. -Si, si.

We're riding up there, Bill.

Maybe Ms. Hammond wouldn't like it.

We'd better get Sheriff Hawes.

We don't have to get the sheriff.

He's right there. -What?

-Did you see him? -You bet.

Poco saw him riding about an hour ago.

-Si, I saw him. -He's in with the gun runners.

-Gun runners? -You bet.

Nat Hayworth and his gang are using this ranch

as the headquarters to shove their rotten guns

over the border. -You lead, Gene.

We'll follow. -Well, come on.

-Come on, fellas. -Well, let's go.

I've paid you enough.

We've checked on you.

I know how much of this junk you moved over the border

in the last month.

You're getting more out of this than I am.

So what?

Who is it, boss?

Who is it?

So Stewart's back.

I told you there would be trouble when you

young Al Hammond.

I'll take care of Stewart.

No, you don't.

Stewart's got enough men with him to clean you out.

Let me handle this.

This is the boundary of my ranch.

On the other side of those rocks is the land of the Aztecs.

So romantic, but not half so interesting to me as that

booted Adonis we left behind.

Where ya heading?

Guess.

Now can it be that you don't know about those nesters

up there?

Uh, as a matter of fact, I-- I just warned them to get out.

And it's taken you since daylight to do that?

Uh, you get the owner, Ms. Hammond,

to swear out an eviction notice, and I'll serve it.

No, we're not going in for any legal red tape.

We're curious to know what your friend, Hayworth, is hiding,

and we're riding up there to find out.

And if he fires at us on this property, we're shooting back.

I'm warning you.

Don't take the law in your own hands.

You're not soldiering for some foreign nation

now, Stewart, or are you?

Come on, Sneed.

Well, what are we waiting form, Gene?

When we get to that next clump of rocks,

spread out, take advantage of cover, and don't shoot first.

Let's go.

Get them back to the ranch quickly.

Come on, folks.

Hold it.

There's a woman.

Are you crazy?

Let go.

-You're not going up there. -No, but you could.

Well, those are the men who tried to kill your brother.

They'd have killed you.

And what of it?

I can't trust you out of my fight.

Liquor, women, gun fighting, that's all you

ever think about. -Majesty, please.

Never thinking about those who love you, those who never know

what you're doing or when you'll be brought home dead-- what you

need is some of your own medicine,

and I'm going to give it to you. Let go.

Majesty, listen.

I command you, let go.

Now who do you suppose could have plugged a fine citizen

like Mr. Hayworth?

Gene Stewart?

That's right.

Good luck.

Good luck, Al.

Bye.

Bye.

Goodbye.

Gene.

Who hurt you, Poco?

I got that warrant for you, Stewart,

and it covers everything in the book,

including the murder of Nat Hayworth.

Signor Gene, make them let me go.

Hold it, Gene.

Take it easy, Bonita.

You'll have a chance to take care of him

in jail, just like you did on his big drunk in.

They kill my husband, Danny.

He resisted arrest.

And they say they'll kill you, too.

Don't give him an excuse to get you.

See this?

It's a request from military authorities

across the border to deliver you for court-martial.

I hope they stand you against an adobe wall.

You're coming, or we gotta take you.

You, you cut Bonita loose, quick.

You, posse, you turn around and ride straight out.

No look back.

Not you, Signor Hawes, not you, Signor Sneed, you no move.

Get down from your horses.

Poco.

So you would turn el capitan Stewart over to be killed, huh?

You know, you know what?

I don't think you'll live long enough to do that.

You are the kind of Americanos who--

who kick us and beat us and call us creatures.

Even a poor, little girl like Bonita,

you make my people think all gringos bad, like you,

not kind and good like Signor Gene.

But I-- I've learned now.

I've learned much from my capitan, so I--

I give you a chance.

Now you go for your guns.

Oh, you must no feel bad for Poco, Signor Gene.

Everything, she-- she's all right now.

Always I've-- I've prayed to Santo Guadalupe that someday

you no think that-- someday you find a lady who make you good.

So I-- I'm pretty happy now.

Adios, Signor Gene.

Adios, my friend.

I'm going to leave you here, dear.

Are you going to be a brave girl, keep your chin up?

I don't know.

I don't know if anyone can be brave when the time of parting

comes.

I love you, Gene.

I'm afraid to let you go.

The things I've done must be explained,

and that's why I'm riding south, even

if it means a jail sentence.

Don't throw away love and happiness for something

you've done in the past.

It's our future that count.

That's all.

I can't let you go.

Our future is here on the border,

and it must start with a clean slate, not with me

as a fugitive.

Surely, you understand that.

Yes, yes, I do.

Have faith, dear.

We'll wait.