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Heeyah! Heeyah!

JIM: Tales of Wells Fargo.

JIM: I was looking forward with pleasure to the job ahead.

It would be almost like a vacation.

Hadn't been any hold-ups,

there were no robberies to solve

or road agents to apprehend.

I'd been sent to the town of Bridger

to deliver a reward check to Joseph Owens,

an alert citizen who had foiled the attempted hold-up

of a Wells Fargo stagecoach.

It was all cut and dry.

I'd hand over the check, thank Mr. Owens

on behalf of the company,

and come back to San Francisco.

Hmm. That's what I thought.

Howdy. Good evenin'.

Got an extra stall?

Yes, sir. Just leave him

and I'll take care of him.

Thank you.

Will you be with us long?

Oh, overnight maybe.

Oh. Well, it's good to have you anyhow.

We don't see many outsiders these days.

Thank you.

You know where I can get a room?

The Bridger House ain't bad

and the food at the Dutchman's real good.

Thank you.

One more thing,

maybe you can give me some information.

You know where I might locate a man

named Joseph Owens?

Any idea where I might find him?

No, sir.

Well, maybe they can tell me something over at the hotel.

Good evening.

Howdy. Charlie the clerk

will be right with you.

Thank you very much.

Looks like you've been riding some.

Some, I suppose.

It's beautiful country you got around here.

PETE: When you said that mister, you said it all.

If the Bar El didn't pay top wages,

this place would be a ghost town.

JIM: Is that so?

Sorry I kept you waiting, sir.

What can I do for you? Well, I need a room.

All right, sir.

And maybe you can save me some time in the morning.

All right. I'm looking for a fella

named Joe Owens.

You know where I could find him?

CHARLIE: Uh...

Joseph Owens?

Sorry, Mr. Hardie, he's not around here.

I was told he was. Who told you that?

I mean, who told you he was here?

Never mind.

About the room.

Well, we...

we seem to be pretty full up, Mr. Hardie.

I see.

JIM: All of a sudden, this town seems to be booming.

I'll take anything you've got.

Well, I... I...

I need the room, mister.

Thank you for your hospitality.

You think the sheriff might know where Joe Owens is?

We don't have any sheriff, Mr. Hardie.

That's too bad.

A new sheriff might find this town quite interesting.

What did he say his name was?

Jim Hardie, Mr. Latimer,

from San Francisco.

CHET: What did he want Joe for?

Ya got me. Just asked where he could find him.

JUNE: Coming home, Chet?

Something wrong?

There's a stranger in town

asking for Joe Owens.

Oh...

Are you coming?

Stick around, sis.

I wanna have a talk with him.

But...

I said sit down.

Yes, Chet.

I couldn't figure it out.

Everyone was real friendly

until you asked about Joe Owens.

Then they acted like you had typhoid fever.

Suddenly I realized that I didn't know

much about Owens. Come too think of it,

I didn't know anything about him at all.

Yes?

CHET: Chet Latimer, Mr. Hardie,

of the Bar El.

Well, come in, come in.

I hope you don't mind my busting in on you like this.

Not at all. I'm glad you came.

Nice to hear a friendly voice for a change.

Yeah, how's that?

Well, folks haven't exactly gone

overboard to make me feel at home

since I've been here.

Well, we're off the main trail, you know.

A new man has to prove himself.

Looks like it'd be just the opposite.

Looks like they'd welcome a stranger,

new jokes, new tales.

Don't they ever get tired of hearing the old ones?

Well, that's the way it should be, but it isn't.

There's not much left here in Bridger anymore.

The old mines are all played out.

There aren't any ranches, really, except mine.

And when folks get nervy, it's up to me

to put them straight.

You're wearing that gun like you're real handy with it.

Handier than some, I suppose,

but not as handy as others.

The two men you were with downstairs

didn't seem to be strangers to a gun.

I notice you're wearing a pair.

We don't cause no trouble.

An outsider might.

Oh.

Well let me set the record straight then, Mr. Latimer.

I didn't come here looking for trouble.

Hope I don't run into any.

What are you here for?

I hope you'll excuse me being rude,

but a long time ago, a very wise man told me

never to discuss women or business with a stranger.

Anything that goes on around here is my business.

Like Joe Owens?

What about him?

You tell me where he is and I'll be out of here

the first thing in the morning.

There isn't anybody

by that name around here.

Not in Bridger.

I heard different.

You're calling me a liar, Hardie?

No.

I only said I heard different.

There was a man named Joe Owens lived here

not more than three months ago.

There's nobody by that name

within 50 miles of here.

You're sure?

I just said so, didn't I?

Yes. As a matter of fact, you did.

Then you'll be leaving here in the morning, huh?

No, I don't think I will.

I think I'll stick around,

do a little checking.

I might run into somebody that just accidentally knew him.

You'll be outta here by noon tomorrow.

No I won't, Latimer.

You've made me curious as to why

you're trying to push me around.

And why the name Joe Owens

creates such a mystery.

That was a mistake.

Now you've made me even more curious.

Get out.

Chet, you said you were coming.

Will you stop dogging me, sis?

I'm not ready yet.

Please? It's a long way

and it's getting late.

Will you wait? I'll be with you.

That's the second time tonight I've drawn my gun

without using it, Mr. Latimer.

It won't happen again.

CHET: Page.

Not yet. Not yet.

Good evening.

Good evening.

Our friend here recommends your cooking.

Where else is there to go?

You know, mister,

every time I mention Joe Owens' name,

I get nowhere.

The clerk at the hotel, he had nothing to offer.

And Latimer,

he was downright unfriendly.

I think it's safe to say you people

are trying to hide something.

Good night, Gus.

Good night.

Must be awful going through life

always being afraid.

Yeah.

Yeah. What will you have?

Steak would be good enough.

Uh-hmm. Potatoes on the side.

Are you like all others, Gus? Afraid?

No.

What makes you different from everybody else?

There's only three ways

a man can get hurt.

In the body,

in the pocketbook,

and in the heart.

I fear only from the heart.

Soon, even that won't matter.

So,

now we understand each other. No?

No.

I say you're afraid

just like everybody else.

It won't work, mister.

I won't lose my temper with you.

Long ago, I learned that an angry tongue

can be more dangerous than a drunkard's.

Mr. Hardie, listen.

Please listen to me.

He's gonna kill you. Who is he?

My brother.

I thought I saw you sneaking around.

When are you gonna learn to mind your own business?

Chet! CHET: Can't you see

what's happening?

Please, you're hurting me!

That's enough, Latimer.

I'm warning you, Hardie.

This is none of your concern.

Well, I might make it some of my concern.

Oh, please.

Hasn't there been enough?

Take it off of the fire, Gus.

I just lost my appetite.

Looks like he makes a habit of slapping her around.

That doesn't bother you, does it?

What does bother you?

How mad do you have to be

to forget that you're afraid?

Does he have to kill her? Or me?

For you to remember that you're a man?

What do you want from me?

What can I do about it?

Yeah.

But something must be done.

Joseph Owens.

His place is eight miles north of here.

Off the fork in the road.

A nester,

but you won't find him. He's dead.

Dead?

Yeah.

I've said enough, Mr. Hardie.

Enough.

JIM: It didn't take much to know that Joseph Owens

had died before he'd completed his work.

There was something sad and lonely

about the little spread

that made you wonder,

what kind of a man was he?

For a nester, he'd built well.

There wasn't any temporary feeling

about this place.

And I'd say Joe was a young man

and hadn't expected to die.

I could only guess at it,

but I was almost sure

that Joe was buried here,

close to the house he had built.

And I knew that even among the scared

and suspicious people, there was someone who had

known Jo Owens, and they'd loved him.

Miss Latimer. Oh, please.

If he finds us together... There are things we've got to talk about.

Why didn't you listen to me and get out of here?

Don't let him find you.

Go on.

CHET: That's his horse.

I told you somebody would tip him off.

Hardie! If you're in there

come out with your hands up

and nobody will hurt you.

Hardie! Come on.

Hardie!

He's around here somewhere.

Flowers.

I told her a thousand times.

Chet.

They're a man's.

He's been here, all right.

Get going, Pete. And you know what to do

when you find him.

Sam, come with me.

Heeyah!

I was satisfied in my own mind

that Joe Owens had been murdered,

and that I had a hunch

that if I could find out why June Latimer

placed flowers on the grave of a dead man,

it would unlock the mystery.

We didn't get a chance to finish our talk.

You're wondering why I came,

how I much I know.

I'm wondering why I brought all of this trouble with me,

especially to you.

I'm from Wells Fargo.

A few months ago,

Joe Owens did a service for us.

I was to give him a reward.

It's too late for that.

Yes.

I can't tell you anything.

If you don't talk to me, then I'll have to call in

the United States Marshal.

You'll have no choice.

All right.

Oh,

a man who's killed once will kill again,

and he won't be particular who it is,

to save his own life.

This is far enough.

Get back to town, both of you.

Stick close to the hotel and the livery stable.

He's bound to show up.

Right.

Hardie's been here.

What did you tell him?

Nothing.

I think he knows.

Why did you have to start it?

Why did you have to fall in love with a nester?

I'm sick of that excuse.

You just couldn't stand anyone else

being in the valley, could you?

Joe Owens was a man.

Kind and gentle, and I loved him.

There was enough land for all of us.

Hardie's from Wells Fargo.

He's gonna call in the marshal.

Then you did tell him.

Thanks a lot, sis. Turning in your own brother,

you must be real proud of yourself.

I kept my word.

When the marshal gets here,

you better be someplace else.

Pete and Sam know.

The town's put two and two together.

They'll hang you, Chet.

I suppose that should make me glad,

after what you did to Joe.

But I keep remembering what it was like

when we were kids.

Hold it, Latimer.

You did tell him.

Let her go. She didn't tell me anything.

I'll let her go!

Give him a chance!

Is there another way out of there?

No.

Good.

How long do you think you could stay in there, Latimer?

I'll wait out here all day and all night if I have to.

The next day and the day after that.

Come and get me, Hardie!

Well, I got nothing better to do.

I'll wait right here.

Why don't you go home?

This is no place for a woman.

This time tomorrow, you'll be thirsty,

Latimer, and hungry.

If you come out, I promise you'll get a fair trial.

Keep waiting, Hardie.

I'll pick the time.

I'm sorry about all this.

You haven't had much of a break.

You don't stand a chance, Latimer.

Throw your guns down and come out.

Throw them out.

All right.

Here it comes.

Now the other one.

Here it is.

Now come out.

Why did you do it?

He threw his guns out.

Not all of them.

I'm sorry.

I was on my way back to San Francisco

the next morning.

I had talked things over with June

and we decided that the reward check

should go to the church in Bridger.

I think Joe Owens would have liked that.

That was quite a vacation.

Yes, sir.