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DRIVER: Hyah! Hyah!

JIM: I was on my way

to Turkey Crossing relay station

on urgent company business when I first saw the boy.

Maybe if I had known then who he was,

things would have worked out differently.

You seemed to be hurt pretty bad, boy.

No, let me be. I'm all right.

I think it's gonna be all right.

We got to get it cleaned up.

Turkey Crossing relay station is not far from here.

We can make that. A town?

No, it's not a town.

It's a relay station.

A man named Farr and his daughter run it.

Ohh!

You from around here?

No.

California's my home.

I work for Wells Fargo.

Wells Fargo?

Oh!

Ohh!

And may...

May he rest in peace.

Well...

That's all we can do now.

Oh, Susan?

Yes?

Don't you think we ought to have a little talk?

Can't it wait? Well, I don't know.

That stage ain't due till day after tomorrow.

We ought to settle things,

You being all alone in the world.

No money. Nobody to take care of you.

Course, I'll do it, but...

Well, we... we ought to talk about it.

Give me a little time.

You can just keep right on movin'.

Is your name Farr?

Maybe it is, maybe it ain't.

All the same, you just keep right on ridin'.

But we can't do that.

JIM: That man's horse is spent, and he's wounded.

That's his hard luck.

We don't want any saddle tramps around here.

Keep away from him. You, mister,

you throw that shootin' iron right over here.

Brock, what are you doing?

You know what kind of men these are.

They're from the hills.

Your father always said...

My father never refused to help

anyone while he was alive.

Take him into the house.

Don't be a fool. Let him alone.

This man is badly hurt. He may die.

Good riddance.

I'll move him over underneath that tree.

Better?

Yeah, thanks.

Look...

I bet... I better get going.

Not today you're not goin' anywhere.

Look, I'm all right.

You are, huh?

All right, get up and try to walk.

Ooh!

Now if you just wouldn't be so hardheaded

and you laid there and stayed quiet for a while,

we'd get some food down you pretty soon.

You might be all right.

He's right.

You're in no condition to travel.

You listen to her, boy. I'll take care of the horses.

BROCK: All right, get ready to ride.

We can't ride today.

I don't want you here.

They're staying.

I mean that, Henry.

We are not murderers,

and that's just what we'd be

if we made this man get up and ride out of here.

All right. Then he stays right where he is.

And that goes for you, too, mister.

Chatter away, for all the good it's gonna do you.

That's our signal.

I learned that much from Dad.

Dad-blame thing hammerin' like that,

enough to drive a man crazy.

What's it sayin' anyhow?

I wish I knew.

BROCK: That for the two of them?

Yes.

Waste of good food.

Good evenin', Susan.

Good evening.

I can smell that coffee

cooking clear across the yard.

I was just going to call you.

There's some food for you and your friend.

I'll take it out to him.

Oh, no, no. You sit down, and I'll take it out.

Thank you.

JIM: You know what it said?

Why, no.

I noticed the fresh grave out there.

When did her father die?

This mornin', if it's any of your business.

Hey, this is good. Real good.

Your husband?

Oh, no.

His name is Brock. He's the hostler.

My father was the agent here.

He just died.

Oh, I'm sorry.

It only happened this morning.

He was very ill for a long time.

That's why he let Brock stay

when he came along a few weeks ago.

And now?

Now I don't know what to do.

I can't use the telegraph, and...

the stage doesn't come till day after tomorrow.

You'll be leaving on it?

I don't know.

I haven't had time to think about it.

I haven't had a chance to tell you, Susan,

how sorry I am about your father.

He was a fine man.

He was greatly respected by the company.

The company?

Wells Fargo.

I'm a special investigator for them.

Your father telegraphed La Junta City, Colorado.

Said he wasn't feeling well and someone should be

sent down here to look after the place.

Maybe to look after you.

I was there on business,

and they thought it'd be a good idea if I came on down.

Why didn't you say something when you first got here?

JIM: Perhaps I should've. I don't know.

When Brock threw down on me with that shotgun,

I thought it'd be better to wait and...

size the situation up.

I see.

It was good stew, Susan. Thank you.

Good night, Susan.

JIM: I could hear the message he was sending,

and I knew that when the stagecoach arrived

next morning,

there was gonna be plenty of trouble.

If I could, I was gonna to do something about it.

Well, it's time you and your partner started ridin'.

We're not goin' anywhere on that horse.

He's all through.

That's your tough luck,

because horse or no horse, I don't want you around here.

You don't?

I thought Walter Farr was the station agent here.

That's right.

Was.

But until a new agent's appointed, I'm in charge,

and I don't want you around here.

Just between the two of us,

I'm gonna be the new agent.

Good for you.

Well...

looks like we got some visitors.

We started to have us a little talk yesterday,

but you wanted more time.

Now you've had it.

What's your answer?

Answer?

Answer to what?

You know what I mean.

I'm afraid I don't.

I'll spell it out for you.

You and me.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Oh, yes, you do.

Now, do you think I've been hangin' around here

doin' your dad's work for nothing? Hmm?

Hmm?

Let me go!

What do you want?

Those two men are ridin' in.

Yeah, I saw 'em.

You get out.

Howdy, strangers!

Light and rest yourselves a spell.

Don't mind if we do.

A little breakfast would sure go good.

Be ready in a jiffy.

Travelin' far?

Uh-uh. Who's he?

I don't know.

Don't you carry a gun?

Oh, he had one when he got here,

but... but he lost it.

That fella over there,

he didn't have one, but he stopped a bullet.

Did, huh?

Howdy.

Get your hands off me.

You talk pretty good for a kid.

Kid without a gun.

Who shot you?

Fletch asked you a question.

What difference does it make?

It might make a lot of difference.

You on the dodge?

Him?

He might've robbed his ma's cookie jar

and lit out from home.

How long they been here?

Rode in yesterday morning.

His horse is beat. Didn't have much ride left in him.

But his horse hadn't been rode so far.

You two partners?

You might say we were partners.

MYERS: Well, who shot him?

He was cleanin' his gun.

Where's the gun?

That might be important.

Where is your gun, boy?

I lost it.

Well! Look what we got here!

Listen up, Myers. Sit down. Shut up.

Shut up!

Well, that clinches it.

What did it say?

Look! We got visitors.

Give them some breakfast.

Wondering if we could get

a few of those hotcakes, Susan.

Sure, Jim. Sit down.

You too, Johnny. Thank you.

BROCK: Jim? Johnny?

She's kinda sweet on you, ain't she?

I fed you two. Now you can get out.

That's givin' it to you straight, you old horse.

We'll see about that.

You're out of line, Myers.

Why? Is she wearing your brand?

I'll settle with you later.

MYERS: Well?

Well, that's it.

He's on the stage, all right.

There's no place for him to get off

between Buffalo Mound and here.

What happened to his brother, Johnny?

How come he isn't with Wes?

BROCK: They separated, I guess,

and that's just as well.

From what I hear,

Johnny's the one that's rough with a gun.

I just hope Wes has the money with him.

MYERS: His half's good enough for me.

What was it, 20,000?

That's what it said... $40,000,

just the two of them, Wes and Johnny.

Wes and Johnny who?

BROCK: Logan. The Logan boys.

Wes and Johnny Logan.

They robbed a bank in Topeka.

One of 'em was wounded.

The posse lost the trail,

but they picked up Wes' again yesterday

when he boarded a stage headed this way.

There's nobody between there and Denver to stop him.

Nobody but us, that is.

Still wish it was Johnny Logan on that stage.

He's got 5,000 ridin' on his head for a reward.

I'd like to collect it.

Yeah.

You're liable to collect a little more than you bargained for, too.

From Wes Logan?

I backed him down once. I can do it again.

You backed him down?

Yeah, we was with Quantrill together.

Are you standin' up for him?

Are you?

Got any more sass?

Here, watch this.

Yup! There's another hundred you owe me.

Put up a new batch, Brock!

Didn't your father have a gun of any kind around here?

A rifle? Even a shotgun?

I do remember a pistol,

but I haven't seen it around for years.

He wasn't that kind of a man, Jim.

See if you can't find it.

It must be among his belongings somewhere.

Even if I could find a gun,

it'd still be three against one.

You mustn't try to fight them.

Those men are as bad as Henry Brock.

He makes my skin crawl.

What about Johnny Howard?

What's your opinion of him?

I...

I don't know.

See if you can find the gun.

You weren't plannin' on stealin' my horse, were you?

Well, now that you mention it, I was.

Your brother,

Wes Logan's comin' in on that stage tomorrow.

So you know.

Yup.

Thought of ridin' out to meet him.

Thought of it a time or two myself,

but I changed my mind.

Why?

Because of that girl.

Do you think they'd kill her?

That or...

something worse.

Come on, let's get the game started.

What are you going to use for money?

Got 20,000 coming tomorrow, don't we?

I found the pistol.

Good.

There's only one shell.

What about yours?

Mine are .45s. This is a .44.

Cylinder's froze up.

Maybe it can be fixed.

Gonna need more light.

You two stay out here and warn me

if anybody starts for the house.

Sure, Jim.

Johnny?

Yeah?

I keep thinking about tomorrow.

I've been thinkin' about it myself.

Johnny, we ought to warn the stage.

You'd warn Wes Logan?

Jim said there may be innocent people on that stage.

They could get hurt.

Even Wes Logan couldn't be any worse than these men.

Some people might think so.

And there's nothing we can do, is there?

We'll see.

Johnny.

All right. Remember, Wes Logan is a handful

no matter what you say.

So you two take care of him.

I'll look after the passengers, if there are any.

How we know which one's Wes Logan?

You've been doin' a lot of bragging,

but I got a hunch you never seen him.

What's he look like?

It's a long time back.

He used to be kinda...

thin, six feet tall

maybe a little taller. Yeah.

He could be short and fat, too, huh?

Maybe you need a little convincin'.

Never mind that.

You two get out of sight.

I'll be standing here with the horses.

I want it to look just the same as always.

And, you two,

you stand there like a couple of passengers.

You open your mouths, you'll get both barrels.

Susan...

you get inside and stay there.

Where's the passengers?

It's empty!

Where's Wes Logan?

Right here.

Drop your gun.

Hold it, Brock.

Throw down that shotgun.

Wes!

Hold it. I'm sorry, Jim.

Howdy, Wes. Johnny.

All right, Myers.

You said you could outshoot Wes and Johnny Logan?

Well, here's your chance.

Pick up your gun, Myers.

Johnny!

Johnny...

take me with you.

You know I'm Johnny Logan.

Yes, I know.

I heard.

I don't care who you are.

It wouldn't work, Susan.

I'm an outlaw,

a man with a price on his head.

A hundred sheriffs are looking for me,

a thousand peace officers.

There's no future,

not for us together.

There's no place in this world where I'd be safe.

Johnny, take me with you.

It's too late.

The gun's already made that'll kill me.

Ready, Johnny?

Goodbye, Susan.

Goodbye, Johnny.

JIM: Johnny Logan was right when he said that

the gun that would kill him was already made.

It happened less than two months

after he and his brother

rode away from the Turkey Crossing relay station.

He was buried in a lonely spot

on a mountainside in Colorado.

I rode by there a while back.

His grave was covered with sage lilies.

Maybe they had grown there wild,

and maybe somebody had planted them.

I've sometimes wondered about that.