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We get to California,

you'll have a clover pasture all to yourself,

skin pole fence,

shed with fresh straw once a week,

fresh carrots from our own garden every day.

Oh, California's a wonderful place for a horse,

and it ain't too far off, either.

Come here.

Is... this the... Adams train?

Yes, sir.

Get McCullough.

Flint. Flint McCullough!

Mr. McCullough!

Mr. McCullough!

♪

Who is he?

He's a friend of mine.

We were soldiers together during the war.

When a fella rode in this morning, said,

"Adams train is ten miles out of town,"

I knew my prayers was answered.

You never figured I'd ever go to prayin', did you, Flint?

Is he awful sick?

I'm afraid so.

You might as well go back to your wagon.

There's nothing more you can do.

I got out of bed

and climbed on my horse and headed south.

Thought I missed you for a spell.

Run into the campfires and the little girl.

I hope I didn't give her fits.

Thanks. Thanks.

No cure in it, but it'll splash around down there,

kinda cheerful.

You just stay here. I'll get some help. We'll get you into a wagon.

No, no, there's no time.

I got a present for ya.

There's $342 in the wallet, all I got left...

That and my boy Larry.

You... you take 'em both.

Joe...

You gotta take 'im. There's nobody else.

He... he needs a man to look up to,

a strong hand on the reins.

You take him to California with you.

I got a brother in San Francisco

who'll look out for Larry.

Larry's a good boy.

He just... needs a... man to...

Flint. Flint!

Promise me you'll take him. You gotta take him!

Promise me you'll look out for him.

All right, Joe, I promise.

You'll take him?

I'll ride north in the morning.

I promise.

I promise.

Who is it?

It's Joe Hanify.

When did it happen?

Last night.

You a friend of his?

He's a good man.

Never deserved what he got.

He's a big fella, strong as an ox.

Hard to figure on a man like that dying of consumption.

He didn't.

Might have looked that way, but it wasn't.

He set great store by that boy of his.

Oh, Larry?

Oh, you know about Larry?

No. I come to get him, though.

I promised Joe here that I'd see that he got to California all right.

Oh.

You were saying about him?

He's just across the street there...

in the jail.

Well, why is that?

Maybe you'd best find that out for yourself.

Well, I better get his pa inside.

Howdy, Marshal. The name's McCullough.

Oh? What can I do for you?

I'm a friend of Joe Hanify's.

I'd like to see, um... Larry, if you don't mind.

Well, maybe I do and maybe I don't.

What's it about?

Joe died last night.

He asked me to look after his boy for him.

Ohh.

You won't have to. Territorial government will do it for you.

Next couple of years, anyway.

What's he done?

Armed robbery.

General merchandise store down the street a couple of weeks ago,

at least that's what he's in for now.

I see. Has he been tried?

Nope, but I'd hate to count the number of things

he's likely done and gotten away with.

Oh, you want to see him, I suppose I got no objections.

Thanks.

Come on.

Uh, you better leave that here.

Larry.

I'm sorry, George, I can't eat it.

There's nothing wrong with it,

but I just don't feel like eatin'.

You got company.

Sorry, I don't feel like company, either.

I'm a friend of your father's.

You been to see him?

Yeah.

How is he?

Well, that's, uh...

that's one of the things I wanted to talk to you about.

Well, what happened?

Huh?

Are you...

are you trying to tell me he's...

Yeah.

Do you mind if I see him alone?

Just don't get carried away.

Hmm?

Never mind, go ahead.

I, uh...

I was in the war with your father.

We were in a couple of pretty tough campaigns together.

I figured that I thought about as much of him as you.

When'd it happen?

Last night, about 11:00.

He'd, uh... done some pretty hard riding.

Kinda brought it on himself.

Who are you?

My name's McCullough.

I, uh... I ride scout for a wagon train.

Your father asked me to sort of look out for you,

and I promised him that I'd see to it

that you got to California all right.

Didn't he tell you about me?

Well, he... he didn't have much time.

Well, then I'll tell you about me.

I'm a criminal.

I'm guilty of just about every crime ever happened in this town.

Stinkin', rotten town.

Pot-shot the schoolmaster one night when I was 11.

I was home in be at the time, but you ask 'em,

and they'll tell you Larry Hanify did it.

Then I tried to stick up the parson on his way home from choir practice

two months after that.

And I tried to set fire to Judge Talbot's house

and stole $68 from the library fund.

They'll tell you all that.

They had no proof, no case against me.

That don't matter, though.

Anything happens around this town,

they'll all agree I did it.

All of them?

I had one friend on this earth.

He didn't believe it...

and now he's dead.

I've tried to figure it out...

When it all started and what started it.

Who'd I hurt to get in wrong with a town full of people?

The more I chew on it, the bigger it gets.

Since the day I was born, I been blamed for things

I had no notion what they was all about.

They've been calling me a thief since I was 8 years old.

8 years old.

In school one day, one of the kids lost a dime.

It was a big to-do and a search,

and it turned up in my spelling book.

I don't know how it got there,

but there it was,

and since that time, the schoolmaster, the town,

everybody put me down as a thief.

We're a Reb family in a Yankee town...

That might have something to do with it.

But, you know, there's...

there's nothing quite like a town gettin' down on ya,

'cause you can lick a man or a team of wild horses,

but you can't lick a town full of gossipy tongues

calling you a thief.

A thief.

You better go on, Mr. McCullough.

There's nothing you can do for me here.

What about the general store?

What do you mean, what about it?

Did you do it?

Mister, I not only had nothin' to do with that,

I had nothin' to do with any of those things,

clear back to that dime in my spelling book!

I ain't a thief! I ain't a criminal!

You don't believe me, either.

Huh?

Where were you when the general store business happened?

I was taking care of my father.

You never took care of your father in your life.

It's a wonder he bothered with ya.

Okay, you better go on, Mr. McCullough.

I'm, uh... I'm just wastin' my breath.

Did you hear that? Yeah.

Well, what do you think?

I go along with the majority, if that's what you mean.

Well, I think I vote against it.

I expected you would.

Well, I guess I know if somebody's lyin' to me or not.

I guess I'm as good at it as you are. It's my business.

You've just never run into anybody quite like that boy before.

Marshal, he's Joe Hanify's boy.

He's got Joe's blood in him.

He can't be all bad.

He's got his mother's blood, too.

Well, what was she like?

Saloon dame not worth a plugged nickel.

Ran out on Joe when the kid was just a baby.

Whole town knew she would.

The way the whole town knew he'd be a thief

when he was 8 years old?

That's when he was caught.

Likely, he was a thief before that.

Marshal, I think this town got a bargain with you.

You're a marshal, a judge, and a jury.

Town doesn't much care what you think about that, Mr. McCullough,

and I don't, either.

All I can tell you about Larry Hanify is this...

What his trouble is ain't curable.

Now, he'll go to prison for a year or two.

When he gets out, he'll pick up right where he left off.

You're sure of that, too, huh?

Ten years ago, I owned cow that had a calf with three legs.

It wasn't that calf's fault it had three legs. It was born that way.

Now, that kid is just like that calf,

only instead of being shy a leg,

he was born without a conscience,

whatever it is inside us that makes us feel bad when we do wrong...

Whatever that is, he ain't got.

He was born that way, and he's gonna be that way till he dies.

He's a boy, Marshal, not a calf.

He's 17 years old, hasn't even got his growth yet.

He can change. What he needs is a...

It's what Joe said, he needs a tight rein on him.

You'd like to give him a ride?

How do you mean?

You guarantee to take him west,

never let him show his face in this town again,

I'll go see Judge Talbot and see if he won't parole him to you.

How you gonna manage that?

I'll manage, don't worry, but before you agree,

you got to understand one thing...

That boy is your responsibility.

Anybody gets hurt while he's on the loose,

it's your doing, it's not ours.

All right, now you can answer.

Let's go see the judge.

I guess the next thing to do is leave, Larry.

We won't hold you up.

County will sell your father's property.

When the time comes, you'll get an accounting.

You're gonna see to it he gets a funeral, aren't ya?

He settled that with me a week ago.

Can I see him before I go?

Why do you want to see him?

Because he's my father.

Look, no matter what else you're sayin' underneath your breath,

you give me credit for lovin' my father.

You laid hands on him yet?

No.

Larry, you want to see your father,

you go right ahead and see him.

Thanks.

Oh, Pa!

Pa!

McCULLOUGH: He didn't have much to say on the way back,

and I didn't crowd him.

I figured a boy who'd lost his father had a right to...

keep his feelings to himself.

Evening.

Howdy.

Say, you're new around here, aren't ya?

Yes. Major Adams just signed me on today.

Name's Callahan.

I'm McCullough. I scout for the outfit.

This here is Larry Hanify.

Hello. Hi.

You seen the major around?

The last time I saw him, he was down to the campfire.

Now, why don't you go ahead? I'll unhitch the team.

Thanks, Callahan.

You want to get your bag?

You won't have to do any fightin' here.

What do you mean?

I mean, this is a brand-new town.

Want to take a look at it?

Well, there it is.

Take a good look.

They're all pullin' out, lookin' for a second chance.

Just like you are.

I wouldn't be surprised if lots of them had the same reason.

You see that elderly gentleman sitting way back there?

LARRY: Mm-hmm.

That's Mr. Giannoni.

He comes all the way from Switzerland.

He's gonna go to someplace in California

and start himself a cheese farm.

The fella just beyond him...

That's Mr. Drexel. He comes from Tennessee.

And over here, this is, uh...

that's Mrs. Nowak.

She comes from Wisconsin or Minnesota, somewhere like that.

That's about all I can tell you about any of them.

They pay their passage, take their place in line,

rotate when it's their turn.

Any hard fightin' or tough work comes along,

everybody pitches in, does their share.

We sort of figure when the people join the train,

their past is their own business.

In fact, the major says that you give a man a new piece of ground

and let him plow it up a little bit,

the new set of neighbors is gonna make a new man out of him.

Suppose he don't like plowin'?

Well, that's just a way of sayin' it.

A man should do what he likes.

Good. 'Cause I never was much of a hand with a plow.

Me either.

What are you gonna tell them about me?

I'm gonna tell them you're Larry Hanify from Morgan Fork.

What else? Nothin'.

Suit you?

I reckon.

Why you doin' all this for me?

Liked your father.

Just seems like an awful lot to ask.

I ain't got any money.

How am I gonna pay my passage?

It's gonna cost you an awful lot to take care of me.

That is, unless my pa had some money.

But he didn't have no money, did he?

I mean, when he came here last night,

he wasn't carryin' no money with him?

What makes you ask that?

Oh, I don't know. I was just wonderin'.

As a matter of fact, he had $342.

He gave it to me to hold for you.

Gave it to you?

Yeah, to hold till we get to San Francisco.

Well, now, why'd he do a thing like that?

Well, I guess he wanted to make sure your uncle got it.

All of it?

That's right.

That hardly seems fair.

Look, Flint, I'm his only boy. That's my money.

I'm only doing what your father asked me to do.

Well, you got it wrote out?

You got a paper

says you're to hang on to that money?

No.

Well, then, I want it.

What kind of foolishness is it

for me to run around broke as an Injun

with my pa's $342 in your pocket?

Just suppose I don't go to California.

Suppose I decide to cut out on my own

and go south to Denver instead.

Now, how about that?

Come here a minute, Larry.

I want to explain something to you.

You don't need to explain anything.

I was only trying to...

I said come here.

What's the matter, Mr. McCullough?

I'm not sure. Sometimes I get feelings about people,

and the ones I got right now, I don't like.

Okay, okay. Forget about the money.

It' just that I don't cotton much to runnin' around broke.

You know, a man without a nickel in his jeans ain't much of a man.

Well, a nickel's not gonna make you one and neither is $342.

Now, I don't care whether you swiped the dime or not.

Mr. McCullough...

And I don't care about the general store

or the library fund or Judge Talbot

or any of those things, you understand that?

Well, then why are you talkin' so much?

Because I'm trying to get something through your head.

These people never heard of Morgan Fork.

They don't know you from Adam's Off Horse.

You got a brand-new start, and I want you to make the most of it.

Now, don't you worry about it.

I'm gonna be just fine, Mr. McCullough.

Can we go now?

Oh, Mr. McCullough.

Oh, hi. I thought you was leaving.

Oh, uh, Aggie, this is Mr. Hanify's boy Larry.

Aggie was the first one to see your father last night.

He was awful sick. We did all we could, but...

Aggie, Larry knows all about that.

Oh. Are you going with us?

I reckon so.

All the way to California?

He sure is.

Well, come on, Larry.

I'll take you around to meet everybody.

They all know about your pa.

They'll make you feel right at home.

Go ahead.

Okay. Yeah, come on.

HAWKS: Hiya, Flint.

Howdy.

What'd you do at Morgan's Fork, stake out a homestead?

No. The boy, he had a few things he had to clear up.

How'd the boy take his father's death?

Well, I guess he knew it was comin'.

I got to scrounge around, find an outfit for him,

maybe find him a horse.

We'll find a job for him to do.

Well, I'll be around. I'll keep an eye on him.

No, you won't, Flint.

How's that?

You got to locate a new trail through the Laramies.

The pass is washed out.

When'd you hear that?

This afternoon.

A fella came riding through and told us about it.

Oh, um, Major, about this boy...

Hey, what's he up to?

Ladies and gentlemen,

now that you've all met Larry Hanify

who has just joined us today,

he has something he'd like to say to us.

Thanks. Thanks a lot.

I, uh, I don't know how it happened,

it was an accident, I guess, but...

but that song you were just listening to

was my father's favorite song,

and if you'll let me, I'd kinda like to sing it for you

and for him, too.

Can I borrow that guitar?

Thanks.

♪ The years ♪

♪ Creep slowly by ♪

♪ Lorena ♪

♪ The snow ♪

♪ Is on the grass ♪

♪ Again ♪

♪ The sun's ♪

♪ Low down the sky ♪

♪ Lorena ♪

♪ The frost gleams ♪

♪ Where the flowers ♪

♪ Have been ♪

♪ But the heart throbs on ♪

♪ As warmly now ♪

♪ As when ♪

♪ The summer days ♪

♪ Were nigh ♪

♪ Oh, the sun ♪

♪ Can never dip ♪

♪ So low ♪

♪ A-down affection's ♪

♪ Cloudless sky ♪

♪ The sun ♪

♪ Can never dip ♪

♪ So low ♪

♪ A-down ♪

♪ Affection's ♪

♪ Cloudless ♪

♪ Sky ♪

Say, that's quite a boy, huh?

Ha. What were you gonna say?

Oh. He's only 17 years old.

Keep an eye on him.

Yeah, I will.

We'll look out for him, Flint.

McCULLOUGH: I figured I'd be gone five or six days

at the outside,

but it didn't work out that way.

A week went by,

and I was still miles ahead of the lead wagon,

checking the new pass.

There's a lot of silence out here

for a man to think in,

and I did a lot of thinking about Larry Hanify.

MARSHAL: Anybody gets hurt while he's on the loose,

it's you're doin', it's not ours.

McCULLOUGH: I got the job done, swung around in a circle,

and on the twelfth day, I was almost home.

Rapahoe, that's a high-binding mining town,

that was the last stop.

The train was camped only three miles out,

and, well...

I figured I had a drink comin'.

Callahan?

Huh?

Don't you remember me? I'm McCullough.

What happened?

I said hello to him, and he took a swing at me.

Come on.

He's really had a snootful.

Yeah, he's been drunk for three days.

Well, I wonder why he left the train.

Well, Adams fired him for trying to kill somebody.

Hey, come on in. I'll buy you a drink.

Oh, he's just got a grudge against the world, I guess.

Had no business hiring the fella

in the first place, gol-durnit.

Well, that's enough about Callahan.

Let's you and me get down to business.

Now, we go along Assiniboine Creek here, huh?

Yeah, up to that fort.

Mm-hmm. Then around this ridge here.

How many places we gotta double-team?

Hmm, about twice.

We'll be here, and... probably...

Who was it that, um, Callahan was trying to kill?

Me.

Any particular reason?

Yup. I fired him.

I had to fire him.

The fool got drunk

and gol-durn near blew my head off with a Winchester.

Now, let's forget about it, come on.

You didn't fire him for getting drunk, then.

I mean, he did something else, and then you fired him?

I fired the man be...

I fired him because he's a thief.

What did he steal?

He stole $20 and a watch from old man Giannoni.

Admit it?

Of course he didn't admit it.

I found the watch in his bedroll.

And how'd you know where to look?

Somebody saw him put it there.

Hmm...

The Hanify kid?

Yeah, that's right...

Yeah, that's right, but how did you know?

Ah, just a guess.

I suppose you questioned the kid pretty well.

Yeah, the kid's all right. He was tellin' the truth.

Listen, Flint, if there's something about this boy that I oughta know,

you better tell me.

Ah.

What kind of a job did you give him?

I put him out with the stock, gave him Callahan's job.

Did you ever find the money?

No, I didn't. I suppose he spent it in Rapahoe.

Flint, you know how these things are.

They happen all the time.

Every time we make camp

near some hell-raising town like a Rapahoe,

some fella gets to hurtin' for a poker stake,

so he swipes the money. That's all there is to it.

But why are you chewin' on this so hard?

Tsk. I don't know.

Here, let me show you how we do this.

We go up the fork and we split here and go up into the Laramies...

♪ As the blackbird in the spring ♪

♪ 'Neath the willow tree ♪

♪ Sat and piped, I heard him sing ♪

♪ Sing of Aura Lee ♪

♪ Aura Lee ♪

♪ Aura Lee ♪

♪ Maid of golden hair ♪

♪ Sunshine came along with thee ♪

♪ And swallows in the air ♪

Hey, what's the matter?

Nothin'.

You ain't had ten words to say all night.

Oh, I've been thinkin' a bookful.

Oh, yeah? About what?

About what a skunk you are.

Aw, now, Aggie, you know that ain't true.

I wish it wasn't.

You don't care a whoop about anybody or anything,

do you?

Aw, come on, Aggie.

What do you care about, Larry?

Hey, now that's a silly kind of a question to be asking a guy.

You know that, don't ya?

What do I care about?

Well, don't let me interrupt you, Larry.

I'm interested, too.

What do you care about?

Well, lemme see...

I, uh...

First off, I think I'm gonna buy me a homestead in California

and build me a barn...

buy me a cow.

Larry.

And dig in the dirt,

spend the rest of my born days

grubbing weeds and growing corn...

and, uh... fighting bugs and Texas fever,

and dry spells and wet spells

and all the other wonderful, wonderful things

that the good Lord showers down upon the sod-buster.

And when it's all over

and I come down with consumption,

I'll have $342 in the bank, just like my pappy did.

Yeah. That's what I care about.

I'm gonna be just like my pappy.

Hey, where you goin'?

Grandma told me to get back right away.

Good night, Mr. McCullough.

Good night. Good night, Aggie.

Did you have yourself a high old time in the mountains?

Why don't you put the guitar down?

But why?

Because what I want to talk about

doesn't need any accompaniment.

Oh? And, uh, just what might that be?

We've come a long way from Morgan Fork.

Pretty soon it's gonna be too late to go back.

What do you mean, go back?

You know what the marshal said to me

before he'd let me take you with me?

He said anything you did

would be on my conscience, not his.

You accusing me of something?

I ran into Callahan in town.

Oh.

You, uh... You think I shouldn't have told on him, is that it?

You think that's a sneakin', miserable thing to do...

Tell on a man you know is a thief.

What if he isn't a thief, Larry?

What if he's just a poor saddle tramp

that's lost the first good job he's had in an age

because somebody accused him of something he didn't do?

Now, you've been on the wrong end before.

You've had that happen to you many times, to hear you tell it.

Hey, now, wait a minute.

You callin' me a liar?

Did you see Callahan take the watch? Yeah.

You'd swear to that?

Of course I'd swear to it.

I saw Callahan take that watch and stick it in his bedroll.

Look, what do I have to do to make you believe me, write it in blood?

What about the money, Larry?

You've been hungry for money ever since we got to the camp...

Go on, hit me. Hit me!

Join the crowd, have yourself some fun.

Hit me. I'm trash. I'm no good.

My ma was a saloon woman, and even she didn't care about me.

I'm trash because my ma was trash, and there's no help for me.

Well, let me tell you something, mister.

If I'm trash, I ain't gonna be the kicked-around kind of trash.

What about the $20 gold piece, Larry?

You know, when you're trash, you gotta keep your guard up.

You gotta watch it twice as hard.

I didn't want to tell on Callahan.

It was none of my business...

Old man Giannoni and his $20 gold piece.

I didn't want to tell, but I had to, and you know why?

Because you'd know who'd get the blame for it, don't ya?

You're standing right there pointing the finger at me

just like the marshal in Morgan Fork,

and you ain't got a thing to go on

except what those liars told ya about me!

That's why I told on Callahan,

because I had to to save myself!

Now, if you want to get rid of me,

I'll be glad to accommodate ya,

but I can't leave without money.

I want that $342.

The money goes to San Francisco.

All right, then shut up and mind your own business

and quit accusing me of thievery!

Look, believe this one thing, will ya?

I didn't take that $20 gold piece,

you understand that, Mr. McCullough? I didn't do it!

If I'm wrong, I'll eat my words.

I'm going into town tomorrow morning.

I'm gonna have me a long talk with Mr. Callahan.

Good night, Larry.

Aggie. Aggie, wake up.

Aggie. Aggie.

What you doin' out?

You gotta help me. I'm in trouble.

I got to have money, and I gotta have it now.

What happened?

I got cheated. I lost a lot of money in a poker game.

They cheated me, honest they did.

They took all the money I had, and they told me

if I didn't get it back before daylight,

they was gonna come gunnin' for me.

Poker game? What poker game?

Never mind.

Look, Aggie, your folks got any money?

All I want to do is borrow it.

I'll pay it back, honest I will!

Where did you get enough money to get in a poker game?

Never mind. I had some.

I never told you about it, but I had some.

Had some? How much? $20?

A $20 gold piece?

Look, Aggie, I got to have money.

I got to have $250 before daylight,

or they're gonna come gunnin' for me!

Please, Aggie!

I hope they do.

I hope they come gunning for you.

I hope they nail your hide against Mr. Callahan's barn.

Now, you get out of here, and I don't ever want to set eyes on you again!

Look, Aggie, you got to help me. You got to!

Now, get out of here, or I'll set up a holler

that'll wake up the whole camp!

I don't know where he went, and I don't care.

He's no good.

I tried to find some good in him, I looked for it,

but I was wrong. He's no good.

Aggie, how long ago did this happen?

A couple of hours.

I tried to go back to sleep, but I couldn't.

I thought I better come and tell you.

Well, don't you go jumpin' to any conclusions.

He may have an explanation for it.

No. Why not?

She's right. He's no good.

I should have listened to that marshal.

What marshal? In Morgan Fork.

That kid was in jail on a holdup charge.

He was in jail? What...

I wanted the kid to have a break.

Did he admit to taking that $20?

He didn't have to. I could tell by his face.

I didn't know what to do, Major.

I never met anybody like him before.

Aggie, have you any idea where he went?

No. He got on his horse and rode off.

I think he went to town.

Well, you better run off to bed.

We'll worry about it.

Oh, please don't say anything to Grandma.

She thinks a lot of him.

We won't tell her, Aggie. You go on to bed.

Well, have you got any more secrets?

I'm wrong. I don't know what that kid's got.

I look at him, I listen to him...

Lord help me, I believe him.

"You ever try to fight a whole town," he says to ya.

I look at the townspeople, I look back at him,

he's got tears in his eyes... I believe him.

I look at the town, he looks like

an innocent kid with the world on his back.

Yeah, I guess I better go look up Callahan

and give him another shot at my head.

Oh, does Callahan know that it was the kid that told?

Well, I didn't tell him.

Listen, he blew up like an Irish grenade

when we found that watch in his bedroll.

Claimed he was framed.

He swore he'd throttle whoever did it.

It didn't dawn on you that Callahan might be innocent?

Well, it never dawned on me that that kid was lying.

You should have seen him, should have heard him.

I practically had to wring every word out of him.

Said he didn't want to hurt anybody.

Claimed he couldn't sleep at night. Couldn't eat.

His stomach was all tied up in knots

for fear some innocent fella would get blamed for it.

He just had to get it off his chest.

Mm-hmm. He's a calf with three legs.

A what?

Oh. Nothin'.

Well, look, uh, I set him loose,

I guess it's up to me to get him back.

It's gonna be light soon. I'll be able to track him.

He's not gonna get far.

Yeah.

Oh, uh, McCullough...

just make sure he doesn't start talkin' first, huh?

Mister. Help me.

What happened, ma'am?

My husband Jed... shot.

Here, let me help you.

Get Jed.

Jed.

Well, let me get this bandaged.

No. Get Jed, please. He's hurt.

Near the woodshed.

Woodshed? In back.

All right, ma'am, you hold that.

How is he?

Here, you put this under your head now.

How's Jed?

Don't worry about him now.

Dead?

I'm afraid so.

The boy thought I was dead, too.

Gave me up for dead, too.

I just lay still, and he went away.

How long ago?

Just before sunup.

Jed was out milking.

Heard a shot.

Killed the dog.

Oh, Jed.

Then he come in, and he wanted money.

He made me tell him where we kept the money.

He was such a nice-lookin' boy.

What would he want money so bad for?

What'd he want with our money?

BARTENDER: That kid hardly seemed dry behind the ears.

Nice-lookin', clean-cut kind of a kid.

Had no right to be hangin' around a town like this that time of night.

You know, he said he was fired off his job.

Had $20 to his name, had to make it grow into $500 travelin' money.

I warned him about that poker game.

Said them fellas played for blood, but it didn't seem to faze him.

Oh, he was such a nice-lookin' boy.

You sure you can't ride out with me?

No. I'll ride out as soon as I can, Doctor.

Well, I hope you're wrong about Jed.

I'm not.

Better go get the sheriff.

He was on duty all night, be sleepin' late.

No. This kid is my doin'.

This is the only two-gun holster I got.

May have more in in a few days if you can wait.

I can't. I'm leavin' town directly.

When's that?

Oh, about five minutes. I'm goin' to Denver.

Goin' by yourself?

Yeah. What's wrong with that?

It's a long way for a kid to go all alone.

I ain't a kid, mister.

Oh.

You sure you want a two-gun outfit?

Yeah. Why not?

Well, there ain't one man in a thousand

can do any good with a second gun.

That's why I keep it in the window for show.

I wear it, it won't be for show.

Callahan!

What do you want?

This bay mare, what's it doing here?

The Hanify kid sold it to the boss.

When? This morning.

He said he wanted a fresh horse.

Wait a minute!

I ain't interested in talkin' to you, mister.

Look, Callahan, we know you're not a thief.

The major wants you to come back to the camp,

said he'd eat crow in front of the whole train.

Well, if I didn't do it, who did?

You leave that part to me. I'll take care of it.

What kind of a horse did you give the Hanify kid?

A black gelding, white blaze and white stockings.

Black, huh?

Hate to see a kid get himself killed so young.

You take on that outfit, and you're apt to be called out the first day.

I want your advice, I'll ask for it.

Know him? No.

Stranger in town. Come to get the doctor.

The doctor?

Yeah. Send him off to the south somewhere.

Just seen him leave.

Hey, uh, maybe you're right about this gun belt.

I think I'll just take the one.

What changed your mind?

Your words of wisdom.

How much do I owe you?

22.50.

All right, tell you what...

I'm gonna give you $25...

$1.50 extra for the advice

and another $1.00 to move my horse around to the back.

That fella?

Never mind. Hurry up.

Hey, Marshal!

Who are you?

He's gonna kill me.

That guy out there's gonna kill me!

What guy? That guy.

He's comin'. You gotta stop him, Marshal.

He swore he'd kill me if...

If what? If I told.

Told what? Settle down, son. Ain't nobody's gonna...

You don't know him, Marshal. He's a killer. He'll kill you, too.

Who'd he kill? I don't know their names.

I was riding by a bit ago, just comin' on daylight, and I heard this shot.

Where? A couple of miles out of town.

Sod-buster out there. Old man and his wife.

I saw him do it, I saw him! He killed them both!

I thought he was gonna kill me, too,

and I promised him I wouldn't tell,

but he's gonna kill me anyway.

Marshal, he's coming.

There. There, you see him?

You lookin' for someone?

Yeah, but that's my business.

Maybe you better make it my business.

I'd rather handle it alone.

Yeah? Why?

Like I said, it's my business.

I'm makin' it my business, too.

You've been talkin' to that kid. Where is he?

Give me the gun.

Where's the kid, Marshal?

I said give me that gun!

Larry!

Next time it won't be your hat!

This time you don't talk your way out.

You're gonna kill me.

You're gonna kill me, aren't ya?

No. No, I'm not gonna kill ya.

I'm gonna let the law do it for me.

I've known some miserable trash in my life,

but nothing compared to you.

Don't move.

McCULLOUGH: I'll explain it to you now, Marshal.

You don't have to. The kid already has.

I'll bet.

Drop that gun.

McCULLOUGH: He killed Jed Jurgis this morning.

I killed him? I killed that poor old man?

You killed him! I saw you do it right in front of my own eyes!

What'd I want to kill an old man like that for?

Shut your lying mouth!

I will not! You killed him for his money,

and you killed that poor old woman, too! I saw ya do it!

Then we'll just have to ask Mrs. Jurgis, won't we?

You thought she was dead, didn't you, Larry?

But she wasn't. She was alive when I got there.

The doctor's taking care of her now.

That's a lie, too. You're trying to trick me.

Then we'll just have to wait for the doc to come back.

Won't we, Marshal?

How about that, kid?

All right, Marshal. That's fine.

That's mighty fine with me.

Get 'em up! Up! Get back. Back!

I just don't intend to get pushed around, see?

Nobody's gonna push me around, nobody!

And nobody's gonna call me "trash," either.

So say your prayers.

You say your...

Aah!

McCULLOUGH: Yup, Larry Hanify was my responsibility,

all mine, right from the beginning.

Until the day I die,

I'll go cold inside whenever I hear his name.

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