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MAN: Hyah! Hyah!

Tales of Wells Fargo.

JIM: This is Oak Flat, a sun-drenched little town

on the edge of the great American desert.

It's pretty desolate country,

and the only reason there's a town here at all

is because of a few mines up in the hills.

Me? I'm Jim Hardie,

special agent for Wells Fargo.

I'm here temporarily because our regular agent

cashed in his chips a few weeks ago...

Lead poisoning.

Good morning, sir.

What's good about it?

Well, the sun is shining.

It's a nice warm day, and there's a fresh breeze blowing.

So, the sun's shining, eh?

The sun's been shining for 264 days

without a drop of rain.

And that fresh breeze you mentioned,

you know what that does?

Blows the dust so it gets in everything.

I got grit in my teeth right now.

Anything else that's good this morning?

Yes, sir. My health,

I feel wonderful and I hope you're the same.

Never felt worse in my life.

Got a crick in my back, my lumbago's been acting up,

and I can hardly hold nothing on my stomach.

Except three regular meals a day,

plus all of the snacks in between.

Oh, hello, Mr. Hardie.

You used to be in the circus, didn't you?

Yes, sir.

Circus comes around here,

it's gotta go broke.

People work too hard for their money

to spend it foolishly.

I thought your crowd left town yesterday.

Those that had stage fare.

I had to hitch a ride on a wagon.

I'm looking for a job.

Well, don't look at me, I got no jobs.

I thought you might need some help here in the store.

Any business I do in this store,

I can handle myself.

And he only has to work 16 hours a day to do it.

A man don't keep busy, Mr. Hardie,

he's got too much time to think of his troubles.

Hey, you handled those trick horses

with the circus, didn't you?

Well, how would you know, Mr. Binks?

Unless you were there.

Just looked in, that's all.

And give me a pass for putting a poster on the store window.

You wouldn't know anybody needed a horse trainer, would you?

You might try the Gopher Hole outfit.

That bunch?

You said Gopher Hole?

Hear they got 60 or 70 of 'em out there

that need taming.

Could you tell me how to get to the place?

He ain't gonna like working for that bunch.

I need the job.

Well, take the left fork north out of town,

it's about 10, 12 miles.

Pretty stiff walk, boy.

Better get your horse out the livery stable.

Mr. Binks here just happens top own it.

I'm afraid I haven't got enough money

to pay for the loan of a horse.

Yeah. Don't usually give credit for horse hire...

but well, you're gonna pay me

after you get to work.

Well, I don't buy nothing that can't pay cash for.

Would this pay for the loan of a horse?

Yeah. What good's a raincoat

with a hole in it?

I'll give you a dollar for it.

Wells Fargo going into the clothing business?

All right. You can have the horse.

Gopher Hole may or may not hire you.

They're an ornery bunch.

Dude Randall, the boss,

he's the worst of the lot.

Well, I won't give him any cause to be mean.

I need the job.

I got a ranch up in Hood River, Oregon.

I need the money to take it out of hock.

Is that why you joined the circus?

Yeah.

If I don't get a big bundle come fall,

they'll take the ranch.

Any money you make from that

Gopher Hole outfit son, you will earn.

Say,

if it's just a job you want, why,

I can give you one running the stable.

Can't pay you much,

and you'll have to sleep in a stall.

Well, if I don't land with the Gopher Hole,

I may take you up on the job.

But it's a big bunch of money I need.

Good luck. Thank you.

You'll need it.

Mr. Binks,

I've just about arrived

at a conclusion about you.

You're a phony. But...

You'd like everybody to believe

that you're as tough and ornery as they come,

but you ain't nothing but a softy.

Don't kid yourself about that, Mr. Hardie.

I'm ornery enough once I get started.

I don't think we should have sent the boy

out to the Gopher Hole.

Why, that crowd's meaner

than a bunch of hungry Timberwolves.

They're new around here, aren't they?

MR. BINKS: Yup.

Dude Randall showed up, oh, about six months ago

and bought the Gopher Hole spread

for close to nothing.

It's run down and...

not enough water to raise cattle.

Tell me something.

Do they pay cash for everything they buy?

Yep. Gold coin.

Talking out of turn. Why?

Well, it's none of my business to say

how my customers pay, and especially in view

of the talk. What talk?

There's talk you ain't a regular Wells Fargo agent.

What if I'm not? Then what am I?

MR. BINKS: Detective, maybe?

Come to find out who killed Stoner

and robbed the Wells Fargo stage.

Is that what people say I am?

Noticed you're not denying it.

I'm not admitting it either.

Good day, Mr. Binks.

You're a detective, all right.

JIM: Binks was right.

I had come to Oak Flat

to get the man who killed Stoner.

In two weeks, I'd found no lead,

except the Gopher Hole outfit.

That's why I encouraged Tim

to go out there.

He was my contact,

even if he didn't know it.

If he found out anything, I'd get it from him.

Now put them up and light easy.

Walk slow.

Look what I found,

just rode in without its mammy

or anybody.

My name is Tim Farland.

I heard you needed a horse trainer.

A horse trainer?

A real, live bronco buster?

Oh, I need the job pretty bad.

Maybe we can make a deal.

Are you in trouble?

Well, I...

DUDE: That's all right, son, I understand.

I got quite a few head of horses

that need the taste of leather.

The government will pay me $20 a head

for those horses broken.

I'll pay you five dollars a head to break them.

Is that all right?

Yeah, I'll gentle 'em.

But it'll take me a month or so.

No.

You'll have to do it in a week.

A week?

Well, that's impossible.

That's one week or no deal.

All right.

I'll do my best.

Hold it, Danny.

All right, Tim, here's a chance

for you to your best.

Take him in the corral.

What are you trying to do?

That's no way to make a saddler.

You can do better?

You lead him around for a couple of days.

And you work him with a bridle

and then a saddle blanket.

Sorry. I'm afraid

you'll have to ride him now

or no job. All right.

MAN: I'll pull the gate, Mr. Randall.

You really think he's a bronc buster?

Well, we'll see.

Well, there you are.

Well, he's alive.

Horse trainer.

Charlie, you have to go into town for the mail.

You'd better drop him off at the doctor.

JIM: The boy is hurt.

Hey, Doc, we got a customer for you.

Tim.

This boy is badly hurt.

And you brought him in like this?

Yeah. We ran out of straw.

If I was a fighting man, I'd take a club to ya!

That's a very good suggestion, Mr. Binks.

We shouldn't have let him go out

to the Gopher Hole. Get him inside.

Hi, Mr. Hardie.

How are you, Tim?

Well, you look like you're gonna live.

No thanks to Dude Randall.

You paid the doctor? Me?

No, might have if I had the chance,

but somebody beat me to it.

Stingiest man in town.

Mr. Binks? Who else?

Why would he do that?

I don't know. Unless maybe

he wanted to charge you interest on the money.

Thanks, Mr. Hardie.

Just the man I wanna see.

Mr. Binks, I wanna thank you...

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

You still want that job?

Yes, sir, but... The livery stable,

getting a bit too dang much for me to handle.

I keep running back and forth all the time.

If it's work you want,

and I can't pay you much.

Yes, sir, but I... No buts about it.

You'll earn your pay, all right.

In the first month, I'm taking out

the eight dollars I paid Dr. Mills.

Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

Mr. Binks, would you trust me

for the cost of a gun?

What do you want a gun for?

Well, everybody carries them around here,

and I thought...

Well, I'm not very handy with one

and I thought...

Well, the kind of people you meet

in the livery stable,

you may need a gun.

Now, here's one right here.

And I'm not selling you this, mind you.

I'm just lending it to you.

And use these up practicing.

And then you buy your own cartridges.

JIM: Tim hadn't been at the Gopher Hole outfit

long enough to learn anything,

except that they were a rough crowd.

It wasn't much to go on,

but it was all I had and decided to go out

and look the situation over myself.

MAN: Sounds like Charlie's in trouble.

Hyah!

JIM: Honest ranchers don't keep lookouts.

And they don't try to kill the people

who come to look them over.

There were things about the Gopher Hole operation

I wanted to see,

and this looked as good a time as any

to pay a little visit.

Hello? Anybody home?

Gopher Hole?

All right. You can come out now

with your hands up.

This is your last chance.

Come and get me.

I quit.

Throw out your rifle, too.

You've got some pretty spooky

horses around here.

What you need's a horse trainer.

We have...

Did you send that kid out here?

He came on his own

because he needed a job.

He came snooping.

He got exactly what he deserved.

Well, he's working for me now.

Oh, yeah?

Doing pretty good.

I'm no good left hand,

but I hit the mark with my right.

Then that's the one you ought to use

when it's all healed up.

It's good enough now.

For Dude Randall?

He made a fool out of me.

I wouldn't be ganged up except for...

Well, a man that lives around people wearing guns,

he ought to know how to use one.

Not necessarily, Tim.

A man who lives by a gun

usually dies by one.

Hello, Tim. Hi, Mr. Hardie.

Oh, you seem to be getting adjusted

around here all right.

Yeah, but there's not enough work

to keep a man busy.

And Mr. Binks won't let me help out

in the store. Yeah.

Aniseed, huh?

Golly, I didn't even know

they were still using it.

Aniseed?

I wonder if that's the stuff

my dad used to use.

Smells terrible.

Maybe.

Golly, a horse sure loves it.

One thing about a horse, too,

you treat him right and he'll sure remember it.

Remember a friend of mine,

every night at feeding time

he used to whistle real loud

and throw the oats to his horses.

By golly, they got to associating

the whistle with the oats.

Forever after he could walk out

in the pasture and whistle,

they'd tear a fence down to get to the oats.

That makes sense.

I'm gonna try that.

Right now I gotta work on his leg.

He seems a little sore.

Yeah.

Ooh. Looks like he wrapped himself.

Uh-hmm.

You love horses don't you, Tim?

Oh, I sure do.

Nothing I'd rather do than work around horses.

Yeah, and we gotta get you back up

on that ranch of yours by fall.

I'll see you, Tim.

That would be for Dude Randall.

Wasting good cartridges.

And who's giving them to him?

Well, I'm charging it against his pay.

How much you paying?

Well, not much, can't afford it.

Well, all right. What I'm gonna do

with my money, eh?

Let him have some fun.

I ain't got no wife, no children.

Yeah, I know.

Can't afford 'em.

Take it easy, boy.

Atta boy.

Well, if it isn't the horse tamer.

How are you feeling, son?

How are you, Hoss?

I don't know whether we should leave

our horses here or not.

I don't know as we ought to.

He might ride them, you know.

Take the kinks out.

I'm afraid we're stuck.

It's the only livery stable in town.

Give them all a good rubdown

and feed them plenty of grain.

Do you hear me?

Plenty of grain.

That'll be a dollar apiece.

All right, son, bring 'em in, boys.

Here you are.

Hey...

What's that stuff you're using?

Liniment.

Smells like skunk oil.

Hello, Tim. Hi, Mr. Hardie.

Gopher Hole horses are still here, I see.

Yes, sir. Three days now.

Hmm. Who do you suppose

is running that ranch for 'em

while they're in here living it up?

Not much out there to run.

They have a few head of a wild horses,

but that's about all.

I know one thing, they don't do enough

ranching to put in your eye.

They seem to have plenty of money to spend though.

They've been paying for the horses every day.

You didn't happen to hear when they were leaving,

did you? No, sir.

Do you want me to tell you when they leave?

I want you to tell me before they leave

if you get a chance to find out.

I'll do that.

I'm not very fond of that Gopher Hole bunch.

Neither am I.

Oh, hi, Hoss.

My name is Tim.

Tim Farland.

Oh, sorry, Tim,

old Hoss.

Come on help me saddle up the horses.

You're leaving?

Yeah, sometime tonight

when the boss gets through playing poker.

I wanna be ready though. Come on.

You'll have to pay for another day.

You don't miss a trick, do you?

Dude will pay you, come on.

Mr. Hardie, it's me, Tim Farland.

Mr. Hardie.

Yes. You said you wanted to know

when the Gopher Hole bunch were leaving.

It's tonight, now, I guess.

Charlie just came over

and saddled their horses.

Thanks.

Can I help, Mr. Hardie?

You've already helped more than you know.

They're gonna try and rob Wells Fargo,

aren't they? The mine payroll

was shipped in here last night

to pay everybody off the first of the month.

It may be what they're after.

I owe him something, Mr. Hardie.

I know, but this is my job, Tim.

It's what I'm paid for.

They keep calling me Hoss.

I know that, too.

But I may be completely wrong about him.

Nothing may happen.

You go on back over to the stable and wait.

We'll see.

Good night, Mr. Hardie.

Mike, you and Andy go get the horses.

Charlie, go around the back

of the Wells Fargo office.

Use the back door.

Mose, you come with me.

You guys taking your horses?

JIM: Randall?

Open up, Mr. Hardie.

You open that door and I'll see to it

you never close it.

DUDE: Hold it, Hardie.

That's very sensible, Mr. Hardie.

What good's a dead man?

That's right.

Tim.

What's going on?

What happened?

The Gopher Hole gang,

they're gonna rob Wells Fargo.

We gotta help Mr. Hardie.

What's that?

Let's get out of here.

Hold it right there.

Throw down your guns.

So,

what'd you do to those horses, boy?

One minute they're all set

to hightail it out of here,

the next minute they come busting back.

I whistled to them.

And when you whistle to a horse, he comes?

Sure.

I guess you are a horse trainer.

Well, I told you I was.

I told that Gopher Hole bunch, too,

but they wouldn't believe me.

You know, it was the aniseed.

Horses just love aniseed.

And every time I used that liniment,

I whistled.

They connected the liniment

and the smell with the whistle,

and that's why they bust loose

and come back.

That's using your head, all right.

Yeah, well, good to see you, Mr. Binks.

Good-bye, Mr. Hardie. Good luck to you,

horse trainer.