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Heeya! Heeya!

JIM: My name is Jim Hardie.

I work for Wells Fargo.

Last week, right in about here,

was half a dozen fellows,

stopped one of our coaches

and they got away with $50,000

in gold bullion.

They killed a man, too.

He's one of our men.

When I say we don't like that,

that's putting it pretty mild.

Good afternoon. TOM: Good afternoon.

You Tom Klinger? Yes, sir?

What can I do for you?

I'm here about the robbery.

Jim Hardie.

I heard a lot of nice things about you.

Thank you. Have a good trip?

Well, a long one anyway.

Oh, this is Lonnie Tate.

He's been with us a long time.

Pleased to meet you, Lonnie.

If I can be of help, just holler.

Thank you.

As a matter of fact, you can. Here's some wanted posters

that need to be put up around town.

Yes, sir, right away.

Now sir, how can I be of service?

Well, I'd like to see your manifest,

passengers names

and anything else you got that'll help.

Well, here's the report.

Who's Mrs. De Vega?

She put in the claim.

I know that. But who is she?

Owns the biggest spread, Rancho de Vega.

Old man Vega left it to her a couple of years back,

her husband.

They ship much bullion?

Hmm, not so much lately.

Did they ever ship this amount before?

Hmm, not that I can remember.

And I suppose you checked the shipment over

and certified it all, right?

Yes, sir.

You notice anything about Mrs. De Vega

that's strange?

Well, what do you mean strange?

You know of any reason why she'd need $50,000

in a hurry?

Not that I know of.

You don't think she'd rob her own shipment?

I don't think anything one way or the other yet.

It would be a good way

to double your money quick.

Good day.

Yeah?

Sheriff, I'm Jim Hardie

from Wells Fargo.

Oh, Ray Coffee, sit down.

If it's gonna take time,

you're gonna have to come back later.

Oh, just checking in, more or less.

Fine. Sent you all this way

just to check in with me?

Well, I suppose there was a little more

to it than that.

I got my report, that's all I can do.

All right, Sheriff. Ah, wait a minute.

Wait a minute. I guess, I'm getting a little touchy

in my old age.

What can I do for you?

I thought I'd ride out to where the robbery took place.

Castlerock.

Well, I can't go out there with you but there's no missing it.

It's due north, just this side of the de Vega spread.

Thank you, Sheriff. I'll be back in a couple

of hours, Cleat. Right, Sheriff.

You'll find a cold trail if any.

Well, I got to start somewhere.

Something else?

Yes.

What do you think of Mrs. De Vega?

I like her fine.

You know better than to disturb my bar, old man.

Don't forget these.

You all right, Lonnie?

Oh, it's you, Mr. Hardie.

I'm powerful sorry about your posters.

What happened in there?

That Billy Brunell,

he's just bought 10 sizes too big

for his breeches if you ask me.

Brunell,

is that his name? Yeah.

Just 'cause I wanted to hang up a poster in the bar.

Bartender said it would be all right.

I started to put her up and bam.

MAN: What it'll be?

Give me a glass of beer and a nail.

A nail? I want to put up a poster.

Now, look,

I just told the other fella that...

But you didn't tell me anything.

If you got something to say, I'd be interested in hearing it.

We don't want any posters in here.

Why not?

I don't like them.

Is that simple enough?

If that's the only reason you've got,

it's not good enough.

Look, friend,

are you stubborn

or just simple?

Take your hand off me.

If I don't?

Your name Brunell, Billy Brunell?

Why? I just wanna make sure.

Three hops, Billy.

You went and broke my record.

Turn around.

I'll give you just a count to three.

One...

two...

MAN: Look out.

Is he still alive? Yeah, but we better get him

to a doctor quick.

Pick him up, boys. Easy.

I saw the whole thing.

Billy tried to back shoot Mr. Hardie here.

Is that the way you saw it?

You had the right of it.

Just the same if I was you,

I'd find me a good horse and get.

I thought you said I had the right of it.

Well, right or wrong, with Billy shot,

there'll be a lot of folks looking for you.

Well, tell them to look in the Wells Fargo office.

I'll be there.

JIM: I went out to where the stage was held up

and like the sheriff said,

the trail was pretty cold.

But a hoof-scarred rock and a broken twig

seemed to point north

toward the De Vegas spread.

Even without a sign,

I suppose I'd had gone north.

I was kind of curious about that particular spread

and the lady who ran it.

Go find out what he wants.

Si, senora.

Shall I give him a little welcome, maybe?

Not unless you have to.

That shot came awfully close.

What is your name and what do you want, senor?

This is open range.

I'll go where I want and I don't have

to tell you my name.

I don't much like that answer, senor.

Anybody that takes a shot at me,

I don't care whether they like my answers or not.

I asked a nice polite question.

You know something, senor?

You got stinking manners.

Brava.

That was done well.

I admire men who do things well.

Thank you.

Go wash your face.

Thomas?

Senora.

It doesn't happen to Thomas very often.

I'm sorry to hear that.

What was it all about?

Manners.

He didn't like mine, I don't like his.

Well, I'd like to apologize, mister...

Hardie. Jim Hardie.

And an apology isn't necessary.

I'm Linda De Vega.

Oh, I see.

You run the De Vega ranch.

I try to.

And what do you do

when you're not busy teaching people manners?

I work for Wells Fargo.

Odd jobs?

Pretty odd.

Right now, I'm looking for $50,000

in gold bullion.

Then they sent you

to investigate my robbery?

That's right.

Well, I'm beginning to feel more friendly

towards your company, Mr. Hardie.

Senora.

That's better.

Now catch Mr. Hardie's horse

and tell the cook I'm having a guest for dinner.

You will come for dinner.

It'd be a pleasure.

I think so, too.

I still say that your life

is extremely interesting, Mr. Hardie.

Do you think you'll find my gold for me?

Well, I mean to try.

Won't you sit down?

Thank you.

But even if we don't find it,

you're insured.

The port, please, Thomas.

What do you do when you find someone

who seems suspicious?

Well, I question him until I get

the right answers or the wrong one.

You must be very clever.

I wouldn't say clever.

Stubborn, perhaps.

That, too.

I'd love a fire.

Sometimes, I think I'm part cat.

I wouldn't be at all surprised.

Thank you, Thomas.

Good night.

As you say, senora.

Excuse me a moment.

Oh, Thomas, about those yearlings,

I think you better have them driven to the river.

And please don't show the

Senora.

Now, you be quiet and listen to me.

We can't trust Klinger any longer.

You'll have to take care of him tonight.

Right now.

And him?

Perhaps that won't be necessary.

We'll see.

You'll keep him until I go, huh?

Yes.

Yes. I'll keep him here.

Don't be foolish, Thomas.

Go on.

My husband was a handsome man,

wasn't he?

Strong looking fits him better, I believe.

That was taken in Denver.

That's where we met. In Denver?

I was born and raised there

in genteel poverty.

My brother and I, both.

Actually, our meeting was quite romantic.

I was working in a shop

and he came in to buy something

for another woman.

And two weeks later, we were married.

I think I kind of snared him.

I don't imagine it took much snaring.

Won't you sit down?

I'd like to,

but I think I'd better be going along.

Well, you'll have a glass of Port first,

please.

You wouldn't wanna get me angry.

No, I don't think I would.

Well, then pour us each a glass.

I'm afraid Thomas doesn't like you.

Then I'm afraid I'm gonna have

to live with it.

Here we are.

Thank you.

Thomas is very difficult.

Not a very a good foreman.

Good foremen are hard to find.

I've been thinking about it.

Since my husband died, the ranch has been my life.

Both the ranch and my life could stand improvement.

I need a man here,

someone I can trust.

I believe you told me you had a brother.

My brother spends most of his time in Bisbee

chasing after the young ladies.

At least I hope they're young ladies.

Well, maybe I can give you some names.

In fact, there's a fellow who lives in Prescott that...

No.

Too far.

It's only 200 miles away and...

Yes, but you're less than a foot away.

A man like you could be very valuable here

in many ways.

Well, that would be nice

to think about.

I think you and I would make

a very good combination.

Mrs. De Vega...

Linda.

But don't answer me now.

Who is it?

Sam Pike, ma'am.

It's mighty important.

Excuse me a moment.

What is it, Sam?

Your brother is dead.

Really?

Yes, ma'am.

How?

He was shot in a saloon fight.

They get him to a doctor in Boca Raton

but it was too late.

Who did it?

The man that killed your brother is right here.

Is that true?

If your brother's name

is Billy Brunell.

I'll kill you for this.

That's a promise.

Good night.

Good work. Is he dead?

No. He just got a little nicked.

He'll have a noose around his neck

before too long.

What did he do?

Just killed your Wells Fargo man,

Tom Klinger.

Come on.

Thanks for coming.

Help yourself.

No, thank you. I just had some.

How's your prisoner?

Not too good. I'll take him to a doctor

in Boca Raton this morning.

Say, we found this letter

under Tom Klinger's body.

He never got a chance to finish it.

"Dear, Mr. Hardie. This is a confession.

"You were pretty close when you figured

"that robbery was a setup

"except there wasn't any gold

"in the box at all.

"A fellow named Billy Brunell

"thought it out and forced me into it.

"Billy is the one who robbed the stage

"at Castlerock, but Billy is dead.

And when you read this, I'll be a long way off."

A whole lot further than he figured.

Yep. Well there's your case.

Klinger and Brunell,

I guess that puts the cork in it.

I doubt it.

Why not?

They're both dead. With that letter,

your company won't have to pay off.

From what I saw of Billy Brunell,

I don't think he had the brains

to figure it out by himself.

But her sister does. Is that it?

You're gonna have a hard time

making folks around here believe that,

including me.

She's the one to benefit by it.

Nah, it don't wash.

Billy figured to get his hands

on that money real easy.

Anyhow, Mrs. De Vega don't need $50,000.

Everybody needs $50,000.

I've ridden across her land.

It's big, but it's rundown.

$50,000 would go a long way

towards fixing it up.

Better get started, Sheriff.

Get him in the buckboard,

I'll be right out.

Hey, senor.

You know something?

You got a stinking aim.

Why don't you just forget

about Mrs. De Vega.

I'd like to, but I can't.

I think she's the one behind the robbery

and the killing both.

I don't wanna see her get away with it.

Well, you got any proof?

No.

I think you're wrong, Hardie.

I've known her for six years.

She's a fine woman.

Does she keep her promises?

Absolutely.

Well, she promised to kill me.

Maybe if she does, you'll be convinced.

SHERIFF: I'll be back about 1:00,

sooner if I can.

Come on, Cleat.

Whoa. Whoa.

Let's go.

Time for your dinner.

Want I should fetch you something?

No, thank you, Lonnie.

There is something you can do for me though if you will.

I'd be proud to.

You get your horse and get where you can watch

this front door.

I'm about halfway expecting a visitor,

Mrs. De Vega.

If you see her come in and then see us leave together,

you get this note to Sheriff Coffee

as fast as you can.

Where will I find him?

On the road somewhere

between here and Boca Raton.

Are you expecting some sort of trouble?

I don't know yet what I'm expecting.

You better get your horse and get along.

I'll be watching.

Come in, Mrs. De Vega.

You were expecting me?

Yes, I was.

Are you alone? Yes, I am.

You promised to kill me. Is that why you're here?

No, I didn't come here to kill you.

Then why?

To save an unnecessary

and unattractive mess.

The stage robbery was my idea.

Of course, you know all that by now.

Yes.

Do you wanna make a confession?

To the US Marshall in Boca Raton.

Will you take me there?

Sheriff Coffee will be back here...

LINDA: No. I wanna go now.

My rig's right outside.

All right.

Are those really necessary?

The last time I took a woman in,

I didn't think they were.

But before I got her to Fort Smith,

I was wishing I had them.

Shall we go?

Waiting for somebody?

Let's go.

Heeya!

Pull off the road.

No, thanks.

I said pull off the road. They're my men.

I know they're your men,

but all I need is a little time.

Heeya!

MAN: This is your last trip.

Get out.

All right. Now, drop the gun.

I saw you leaving.

I took the shortcut.

I caught him just at the turn-off.

Thank you, Lonnie.

She's all yours, Sheriff.

Mind coming with me, Mrs. De Vega?

Yes, I do mind.

Too bad, Mr. Hardie,

I still think we would have made

a good combination.

Now, that's what I call

a waste of woman.

JIM: Well,

she comes to trial in Bisbee next month.

Somehow I've got the notion

that she'll land on her feet.

Cats will do it.

And like she said,

she's part cat.