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MAN: Hyah!

Hyah!

Tales of Wells Fargo.

JIM: A Wells Fargo man

does a lot of traveling

in the course of his work.

Sometimes it's...

shank's mare, sometimes by stagecoach,

and sometimes it's first class

all the way.

Whatever the means, I'm always glad

when I'm headed home.

JIM: This is mine as far

as the eye can see.

I'm gonna settle down here

when I retire.

Don't get the idea

I'm bragging about its size.

Pleasant Valley is pretty small

compared to the others around,

but it's big enough for me.

And it's near enough to the Wells Fargo headquarters

so they can reach me

in an emergency.

I don't mind telling you

I enjoy it here.

The weekends I get every once in a while,

the vacations coming up,

the first one in more than five years.

PEDRO: Mr. Hardie.

Mr. Hardie.

Well, hello, Pedro.

What are you doing over here?

Where's Arturo?

Oh, they're rounding up some cattle

that got away in the west field.

Wait till you see him.

See who? Arturo?

No, no, the new colt,

big and strong

like his momma.

How is she? Oh, don't you worry

nothing about her.

Come, Mr. Hardie, you'll see.

What do you think?

JIM: Golly, that's something, huh?

PEDRO: A real something.

He's smart like a fox.

It's a little early for company,

isn't it?

Anybody home?

JIM: Oh, is that you, Clete? Come in.

Come in here, look at this colt.

Morning, men.

Why, that's your old race mare,

isn't it? You bet.

Say, that's a nice colt.

Nice looking shoulders

and hips.

Yes, sir, mighty nice.

Looks like you got yourself

a racehorse, Jim.

Could be.

But you didn't come all the way out here

just to tell me what you think of this colt.

Oh, no, no, I got a telegram for you.

It's my vacation.

I don't write 'em, Jim.

I just deliver.

You know, the world don't stop just because

some folks is taken life easy.

I suppose not.

Bad trouble?

Shotgun guard and a driver

were killed on the Rutherford run.

They got the payroll from the new lumber mill.

Who did the job?

Who knows?

Gonna have to leave again, Pedro.

You and Arturo

keep an eye on this little feller

till I get back.

Yes, sir, Mr. Hardie.

I'll hope he is still a colt

when you come back home again.

I hope so too.

JIM: It was a light run.

Traffic usually scares off

after a holdup.

And we carried the replacement

payroll to the mill.

Inside was a cattle buyer

named Bolton.

The other passenger was a lady.

A very special kind.

She was a doctor.

Her name was Alice MacCauley.

DR. ALICE: I can well believe all I've heard,

passengers having their ribs broken

in these coaches.

BOLTON: Yes, ma'am. And legs too,

right, Hardie?

JIM: You bet.

Oh, in fact, there's some talk

about the company was going to put

a doctor on every run, just to patch up

the passengers.

DR. ALICE: What?

The trouble with that was they didn't have anybody

to patch up the doctor.

MAN: Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah!

I'm sorry.

I'd be glad to see the end

of this country.

Indians, outlaws,

drunks, gamblers,

and dance-hall girls,

bad roads, and worse food.

We need doctors out here, ma'am.

In fact, we need them a little worse

than they do back East.

That's what I thought when Frank and I

came out here last year...

Become an expert on gunshot wounds

and broken heads.

I've learned to stitch up a knife slash

as neat as a handkerchief hem.

I've saved the lives of half a dozen

worthless murderers.

I couldn't even save my own husband's life.

The way I understand it, it was an accident.

And an accident can happen anywhere.

I'm going straight to Boston.

I don't care if I ever hear of this end

of the country again.

And what about the people here

who need you?

You just walk off and leave them, huh?

DR. ALICE: If you knew me better, Mr. Hardie,

you'd know I never change my mind.

Then I feel sorry for you, ma'am.

Here they come.

And here we go.

MAN: Hyah!

Hyah!

Hyah!

CLETE: Take it easy, Hardie. It's a holdup.

Don't make any sudden moves.

The lady here don't take to violence.

Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah!

MAN: Hold up, driver.

Hyah!

Doctoring you is waste of time,

Mr. Hardie. A bullet

will get you sooner or later.

Maybe.

Lucky thing for me though you were along.

It's not that bad. It was just a scratch.

I buried Tom, Mr. Hardie.

If you're all through, Doc, we'll get moving.

The next stop's Rutherford.

We'll spend the night there.

We'll leave first thing in the morning.

You can catch the train

out of Granite City.

The accommodations are pretty good here, ma'am.

I'll go check in at the office

and see you a little later on.

Thank you.

That does it, Sam.

I'll take care of the horse and see you later.

All right, Jack.

Hi, boy. Hello, Sam.

Sheriff. Howdy, Jim.

Heard you got a little trouble.

A little bit. You got any idea

at all who pulled that job?

No.

They haven't seen the last of me,

you can bet on that.

Come on in the office.

You know what strikes me is how many good men

have died so the...

mail and the passengers, and the valuables

can reach their destination all right,

and how little most folks

appreciate it.

We had to bury Tom a little while ago.

You think any man at that lumber mill

is gonna think of Tom

and the other two men that died

just so they could collect

their paychecks?

Them road agents is getting smarter.

They figured if they lived through the first payroll

we'd come through with another one.

They were right.

This time, they had a man right

in the coach with me.

They did? What did he look like?

Tall sort of a fellow,

rather nice looking, about 30 years of age.

Wore a big mustache that covered most of his mouth.

SAM: Well, if it wasn't for that mustache,

I'd say it might be Harry Edwards.

Wait a minute. Was he a thin, long-faced fellow?

Yeah. Yeah, you might say that.

Harry Edwards, is that that bird

that calls himself The El Paso Kid?

He had a dodger on him

a couple of days ago. Yeah.

We had word from Granite City

that he was there two, three weeks back.

JIM: El Paso Kid.

Every outlaw or would-be outlaw

since the Billy the Kid popped up,

called himself the something or other kid.

The Texas Kid,

The New Mexico Kid. Every...

SAM: I know I had it somewhere.

There.

Recognize him?

JIM: You bet.

That's him all right

without his mustache.

How do you like that,

sitting right in the coach with him!

You're lucky you're still alive.

Could have reached out and grabbed him,

But I let him get away.

Well, don't get upset about it.

That's all over now.

Ay yai yai.

I'd ask you home to supper, Jim,

but, well,

Ella ain't feeling so good.

What's the matter with Ella?

She's expecting any minute.

Boy, it's been rough.

I'm sorry to hear that, Sam.

I mean, I'm not sorry she's expecting.

I'm sorry it's been so rough.

Doc Harrison is out of town.

There was a mine explosion

over at Tedrow. He's been gone

a couple of days.

Oh, she'll be all right, Sam.

Say.

By golly, you're in luck.

That other passenger on the coach

was a doctor.

No. Doggone.

Dr. Alice MacCauley.

Alice,

a lady doctor?

You bet. Patched my shoulder up

just like patching a quilt.

A lady doctor.

Next thing, they'll be having

female Wells Fargo agents.

By golly, I hope you're right.

Yeah, I'm gonna do the hiring

and firing if they do.

JIM: Tell Ella hello for me, Sam.

I'm gonna take off in the morning and see

if I can find this...

El Paso Kid as he calls himself.

Thank you and good luck

to you, Jim. And good night,

Sheriff. SHERIFF: Good night, Sam.

BEN: What do you think, Kid?

Will he make it?

I don't know.

The fever won't go 'till we get the bullet out.

He needs the doctor, Ben,

and quick.

Ain't there one in Rutherford.

Yeah, old Doc Harrison.

Let's go.

Doctor, I'll be leaving in the morning,

and chances are...

I won't get a chance to see you.

I'd like to ask a favor of you.

DR. ALICE: Yes.

The wife of our manager is expecting

a baby, and Dr. Harrison's

out of town on another case.

I was wondering if you could

stop by and look in on her.

You know I have to catch that train.

JIM: It will only take a minute.

And I was thinking that

if the baby should happen

to come a little early,

if there were complications that...

I'm taking that train.

Do you hate us so badly

that you'd let a woman die

just because you lost your husband?

I'm sorry you don't understand,

Mr. Hardie.

JIM: I can understand your grief

of losing the man you love,

but I can't understand your self-pity

and your selfishness.

Maybe it's just well I don't.

Good night, Doctor.

Sleep well.

Keep an eye out.

WOMAN: I'm coming.

Yes?

Is the doctor in, ma'am?

No, I'm sorry. He's out of town.

If you could, come back in the morning.

No. That might be too late.

It's my brother.

He's in a bad way. Oh.

I am sorry.

Yeah.

BEN: Well?

Ben,

get a buckboard and meet me in the alley

back at the hotel.

JIM: I never felt so sorry for anyone

in all in my life.

She knew she was wrong,

acting against her doctor's oath.

But when she spoke as she did,

she wasn't a doctor,

she was a frightened woman.

Don't fight me, Doc.

JIM: What's the matter, Sam? You look like

you've been shot. Oh, Jim, it's Ella.

She's in bad pain and Doc Harrison

isn't in town. You suppose

that the lady doctor could come and help?

Let's see.

JIM: Dr. Alice?

SAM: She must be here.

Dr. Alice?

ALICE: Help!

Help!

JIM: They got her on a buckboard.

What's the rush?

JIM: They just kidnapped Dr. Alice.

They what?

The man I shot in the holdup must be

in a bad way and need a doctor.

What about Ella? She might die, Jim.

Go get Dr. Harrison's wife.

She ought to know something.

Well, if your guess is right, they'll be taking her out

to their hideout, and they'll never

let her loose, not that gang.

They've got to.

Well, they haven't got much of a start.

Reckon out to organize a posse?

No. No.

There's too many men, too much noise.

If they hear us, they might spook.

They might even kill her.

One man might have a chance.

Now, look. The Kid is sneaky.

You watch him. He might bushwhack you.

He will if he gets a chance.

If I'm not back in the morning, then you come looking, huh.

All right.

Everything was coming my way.

The moon was bright.

And the buckboard left a clear trail.

JIM: They were sure worried about that wounded man.

Taken to their horses.

It's us, Nate.

How's Dobie?

NATE: Alive. That's about all.

Who's she?

HARRY: Climb down, Doc.

Ben, stand guard here.

You get on down the trail.

We didn't hear nothing but a posse might be coming.

Come on, move.

Come on, Doc. You got work to do.

There's your patient, doc.

Get to it.

I told you I wouldn't.

You will take care of him or I swear I'll...

I won't make him well so he can go on killing

and stealing.

He's my brother, Doc.

He's all I got left.

DR. ALICE: No.

All right.

But if he dies,

you die.

Easy, Dobie, easy.

I brought a doctor.

Everything's gonna be all right.

It's gonna be fine.

JIM: And suddenly, I heard a horse nicker,

up ahead and off to the left.

Then I saw him,

sitting there on a rock,

just big as life,

waiting.

The man's dying.

Don't that mean anything to you?

What do you want?

Money?

DR. ALICE: Blood money?

You ain't got a prayer, Kid.

I know her kind.

Now Dobie's done for.

And if we hang around here, there'll be a posse

so I reckon we better get.

And leave Dobie?

Well, if they hang us, it ain't gonna do him

no good.

All right, Doc, get to work.

If you ain't gonna help, I won't wait till he dies.

Are you gonna take that bullet out of him?

No.

JIM: Hold it!

Mr. Hardie.

JIM: Get over against the wall.

Throw your gun down.

Doc, you've got a lot of work to do.

Mrs. Leary is bad off.

After you take that bullet out of him,

we got to get back to town in a hurry.

DR. ALICE: I won't take care of that outlaw.

Are you setting yourself up as a judge

and the jury, passing sentence

on a dying man?

He tried to kill you.

Yes, and I shot him for it.

That's the way it is out here and it's the way

it's gonna be till law and order takes over.

Acting the way you're acting, you're no better

than they are.

I don't think you're much of a doctor.

You're not even much of a human being.

If you're not gonna take care of him,

then let's go back to town and try to save Mrs. Leary.

Or do you want her to die too?

Come on.

DR. ALICE: Wait.

Thanks, Doc.

I've been deliberately rough

on Dr. Alice.

But after what she'd taken

without changing her mind,

I knew there was only one thing to do,

shame her.

DR. ALICE: Mr. Hardie, have the other man

hold his arms. This may bring him to.

JIM: Get over there.

Here's your bullet, Mr. Hardie.

I think he'll be all right now.

JIM: I had The El Paso kid

and his gang.

Dr. Alice said Dobie

would pull through.

But to tell you the truth, I wasn't thinking

of him much now except Ella Leary

and her baby.

I had no way of knowing whether Doc Harrison

had gotten back in time,

whether Ella was all right or not.

Sam and Ella had been married 15 years,

and this was their first.

I knew what it meant to them.

SAM: But Jim,

she's been in there

for over an hour now.

JIM: Take it easy, Sam.

You waited over 15 years

for this to happen.

I think you can wait a little longer.

What was that?

JIM: Well, that, you old coot

was the first of a long line

of Learys to come.

Just a minute. Huh?

I think, at a time like this,

a father usually has to wait

for an invitation.

Yes, ma'am?

Come in, Mr. Leary.

Say hello to your son.

Congratulations, Sam.

Yippee!

I got to thank you, Doc.

Afraid you missed your stagecoach though.

It pulled out about 10 minutes ago.

Yes.

However, there will be another one

the day after tomorrow.

Well, Mr. Hardie,

I've changed my mind.

There is a need for me

in the West.

Thank you.

Thank you, Dr. Alice.

Well, I finally got home.

They promised me a whole week off

this time.

It sure sounded good.

I wondered if that colt

would remember me.

He hardly got to know me.