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DRIVER: Hyah! Hyah!
The lure of gold attracted thousands of men
to mother lode country.
Some of them struck it rich with a pick and a shovel.
Others tried to prospect with a gun.
It was my job to stop them.
Jim Hardie, Special Agent for Wells Fargo.
That's me.
Let it go for now. Why?
They're putting it on 8:00 train from Clay City,
they're only carrying two guards.
Are you sure of that?
That's what he told me.
Go find my brother Stacy, tell him we'll stop the train halfway
between Clay City and Grand Peak.
There it is, safe and sound.
By golly!
Looks just like any other shipment.
It is worth a whole lot more.
Fifty thousand.
Oh, Jim?
Well, I'll see you in your office in a minute, Doc.
There's nothing you can do, Mei San.
So don't try.
Guess you'll be glad to get this on the train and gone.
That's the truth.
There's been altogether too many holdups
around these parts to suit me.
Frankly, I'd just assumed Doc Bell didn't see it.
Doc Bell?
I thought all his mind is on these days is medicine.
You really believe that, don't you?
JIM: I've no reason not to.
How's he doing? He's getting any patients?
Nobody that counts.
Folks don't forget overnight, Jim.
He may have earned that parole
for what he'd done during epidemic at the prison.
But that don't cut no ice with decent folks.
Are you speaking for everyone that lives around here?
You can't blame us.
You know that.
It's his fault for coming back here.
I see.
All right, if you're uneasy about getting that box to the depot,
I'll be over to help you with it.
And I'll buy dinner at the Beten House after the train leaves.
Good, see you then.
JIM: Doc Bell had been hurt and disillusioned during the war.
When I'd first met him, he was leading a gang of train robbers, killers.
But in prison, he'd renewed his interest in medicine,
and had risked his life to save others during a severe epidemic.
After he was paroled, he'd settled just outside of Clay City.
I'd hoped he could live down his past reputation.
Oh, Jim.
Hello, Doc.
I see you got my letter.
Yes, I'd been here sooner
but I had to stop by the Scripture mine,
help pick up shipment, bring it down.
A man of your talents reduced to guard duty?
Shipment must be rather valuable.
It was.
Well, you're looking fine, Jim.
Would you care for a drink?
No, thank you.
It's still a little too early for me.
It's never too early.
And if you're worried about
the disapproval of my patients, don't.
The people here have yet to discover
my remarkable curative powers.
Joe Huggins said you'd had a few patients.
Two from the same family,
suffering from malnutrition.
One of them was past help.
The other one was...
grateful enough to give me this.
I accepted it because outcast seem to have a lot in common.
What're your plans now, Doc?
I'd like to leave Clay City.
BELL: But you're my parole officer.
If you really want to leave
and you think you could do better somewhere else,
I wouldn't object to that, you know that.
Thanks, Jim.
You got any place in mind?
Oh, a lot of places.
But my reduced circumstances at present
limit their accessibility.
And when did you wanna leave?
If it's all right with you, I can leave on a train at 8:00 tonight.
All right, Doc.
And good luck to you.
Thanks again, Jim.
Let me hear from you as soon as you get settled.
I will.
JIM: Good Day. BELL: Bye.
- Who's it? - Conductor.
How's everything up front?
Oh, fine, but I think you ought to know,
I recognized one of the passengers in the next coach.
And he... Doc Bell?
He's the reason I'm here.
Joe Huggins, our agent in Clay City saw him get on board the train.
Huggins is just sure that he's up to something as I am that he isn't.
Well, I certainly hope you're right.
So do I.
Does he know you're riding the guard?
No.
No, if he did, he'd think I didn't trust him.
I don't want that to happen.
How much further to Grand Peak?
We're almost halfway already.
Guess it won't take too long.
Oh, poor, Jelly Jam, you've broken your arm off.
Mama will fix it.
It might hurt a little bit.
Hold still, Jelly Jam.
Do you mind if I examine the patient?
Are you a doctor?
I am, indeed.
All right, let's see.
Julie, you get back here.
But, Mama, he's a doctor.
That's what he says.
Are you going to mind me?
But please, Mama, he...
Mama?
All right, everybody stay quiet.
Just don't give us no trouble.
And nobody will get hurt.
You stop this thing when I say.
Understand?
Here she comes.
They got her slowin', let's go.
- Who's it? - Conductor.
Drop your guns or I drop him.
Please, please, Mr. Hardie.
You killed the only man who could open the safe.
We'll see.
Now you get down there.
Hey, you.
If that safe isn't open by the time this train stops,
you'll join your friend.
You got the wrong man, he doesn't know the combination.
That's too bad.
Hurt bad?
No, go on and get the stuff.
Mr. Hardie. Mr. Hardie. Are you all right?
I tried to warn you when that man came to the coach. But, you wouldn't listen.
What man?
The man that hit you, Doc Bell.
Doc Bell?
You won't find him there, he rode off with his friends.
Two hours after the holdup, I was back in Clay City,
where I had to admit I'd been wrong about Doc Bell.
I knew he was up to something when I saw him in the coach.
I told Mr. Hardie, but he didn't do a thing.
That right, Jim?
Yeah. That's right.
Well, we all make mistakes, but it's too bad it had to be such an expensive one.
I can't figure out how he knew that shipment was on that train.
Are you sure you didn't tell him? I mean, accidentally.
No, I didn't tell him.
Where you going, Jim?
I wanna go get some sleep.
And then when it gets to be daylight, I'm going after Doc Bell.
Good night.
How's he doing, Doc?
I've done all I can.
Where do you want this? I'll take it.
Is he gonna be all right? He'd better be.
If I wanted him dead, I wouldn't make the Doc get off the train.
Soon as Tiny gets back with the buckboard, we're pulling out.
All of us.
He can travel, can't he?
It won't hurt him.
He sure don't look too good.
Get away from him.
He ain't breathing! What?
Hold it, Stacy.
All right, drop your guns. Both of you.
Drop 'em.
DOC: Now, kick 'em away.
You knew all the time, huh, Doc?
He'd lost too much blood.
We'd taken him to my place in Clay City,
he might have had a chance.
Yeah.
But he still had a better chance than you're gonna get.
Ha! Hyah!
Get the horses.
I'd found some fresh tracks near where I figured the train had been stopped.
There was no proof that they'd been made with the holdup men.
I had to take the chance and follow them.
Exactly how much of a chance I was taking, I didn't know.
Not yet, anyway.
We've lost him. Yeah.
You better get to town and tell Smally.
Hold it. There's a rider headed for the cabin.
I was off guard.
I hadn't any reason to think
that they could've double back.
That's the only excuse I have for what followed.
Yeah.
That's one for my brother.
We'll get Doc after we see Smally.
Let's go.
Well, he's regaining consciousness.
DOC: Don't try to talk, Jim.
Save your strength. You're gonna need it.
I've got to operate.
Mei San is going to help me.
I taught her a bit about nursing.
Someday, she'll make a good one.
What happened?
DOC: The gentlemen who did this to you were looking for me.
I'd doubled back and was behind them.
I heard the shots.
Saw them ride off and rode up to investigate.
They were part of the gang that robbed the train.
Mr. Hardie, everyone in this town
thinks Doctor Bell is responsible for the train robbery.
In bringing you here, he has risked his life.
There was little risk.
It was after sundown when I came in. No one saw me.
I thought you were a part of the robbery, Doc.
Well, I can't blame you for that.
We'll talk about it later, Jim.
Can I have the chloroform, please, Mei San?
Oh... before you start.
Get Joe Huggins and bring him here.
DOC: Later, Jim.
No, you gotta go now. Nurse...
get him here quickly.
I got to tell him about you, Doc.
But that will take time, Jim. We can't spare it. Mei San!
I'm sorry, Jim. I've got to go ahead.
What... what are you doing here?
Waiting for you. We'd about given up.
Well, uh, the train was late. What's happened?
How's Baker? Dead.
But so is the man that killed him. Hardie?
That's right.
He's buzzard bait by now.
Well, gentlemen, that puts me in the clear.
Yeah.
Now all you have to worry about is Doc Bell.
Doc Bell? Have you let him get away from you?
Why, he can identify every one of us here.
He'd have to get 'em to believe him first.
I tell you, you boys ride back to the camp.
And I'll go down to the town and see if they found the body.
And if they have, I'll work them up against Bell.
And then if he shows up, he won't have a chance to open his mouth.
And of course, Doc's anxious to perform that operation.
Yes.
I shouldn't wonder.
Do you know Hardie was a man that first caught up with Doc?
Yes, well known.
Looks to me like Hardie caught up with him again.
Only this time Doc happened to get the drop on him.
No!
Please, Mr. Huggins. It is not so.
Mr. Hardie would tell you, if you only hurry.
And I probably ought to have my head examined for believing you.
Oh, excuse me.
Oh, hello, Mr. Smally. What's on your mind?
Well, I was, uh, just wondering,
if you'd, uh, heard any news.
Quite a lot.
Mei San here claims that Hardie's badly wounded out at Doc Bell's.
JOE: What's more, the Doc is willing to operate so he'll live.
And, uh, you believe her?
Enough to ride out for a look around.
Alone? With Doc there?
You wanna come along?
I'll get a couple of the boys and follow you.
All right.
That's close enough, Mr. Huggins.
Unless you're interested in surgery.
If he dies...
It will be the will of God.
You think any jury will believe that?
Everybody knows you had reason to kill him.
I'll admit the thought has crossed my mind.
If Jim Hardie hadn't gained my confidence by pretending to be an outlaw himself,
I'd never gone to prison.
DOC: I owe him a lot.
Then how come you didn't finish him off? Why are you doing this?
I just told you.
After the war was over, I decided to give up the practice of medicine.
Trying to save men who were determined to destroy themselves.
I became a criminal.
And a good one too.
Until Jim Hardie came along.
And I took new stock of myself and...
remembered my oath as a doctor.
And you didn't have anything to do with that train robbery?
Who knew when that shipment was leaving?
Well, it was Jim, the railroad guards,
Smally the conductor, myself.
You must have known.
If I did, who told me?
There.
Is he...
Will he be all right?
It will be daylight soon, I'll let you know then.
I think he'll make it.
He's gonna be all right.
Jim.
No, I... I don't think you can talk to him now.
Dr. Bell?
Mr. Huggins, you still think I had anything to do with that robbery,
take a look out there.
Mr. Smally wants to make sure he gets his gold watch.
Why, that lying, thievin'...
There's too many of them for us to handle.
Not if we throw them off guard.
Huggins, you tell them Hardie died during the operation and you're taking me in.
Do you understand? That might just work.
Mei San get Mr. Hardie's gun. MEI: Yes, Doctor.
If anything happens to us, use it to protect him.
I think I can take care of that myself.
Look, Jim, I don't have time to argue. But...
don't you try to get up.
All right, let's go.
JOE: I'm taking Jim Hardie's murderer in, boys.
Don't try to stop me.
Hardie dead?
JOE: That's right.
This I gotta see for myself.
Looks as if a trial will be too good for Doc, Mr. Huggins.
I agree, but you know the law.
Hold it, till Stacy gets back.
Move.
He ain't dead!
Yet.
Come on.
Don't... don't shoot.
Don't shoot, please.
Don't... shoot.
Two weeks later, I rode out to say goodbye to the man who had saved my life.
When I was ready to leave, I saw Mrs. Joe Huggins come from his office.
I knew then I wouldn't have to worry about him anymore.
He was happy, he was able, and he was accepted,
to do the work that he liked best.
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