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Here's adventure.

Here's romance.

Here's O. Henry's famous Robin Hood of the Old West,

"The Cisco Kid."

Whoa!

Whoa!

Don't let 'em have too much water, boys.

Hello, Debby.

You're late, Dusty.

Well, I got a late start.

Any mail or passengers?

Not today.

Well, I'll be running along.

See you later.

Will-- will-- will you-- Hello, Ollie.

Hi, would you do something for me, Dusty?

Will you, please?

Well, sure, what is it?

Bring me back a kitty cat from town.

An-- any kind, even a baby one.

Will you, huh?

Well, what's wrong with the one you got?

Aw, I ain't got him no more.

He's gone.

He's-- he's just gone.

All right, Ollie.

I'll bring you back another one.

Thanks-- thanks, Dusty.

All right, giddyap.

Headache, my dear brother?

I didn't sleep a wink.

How could you, the way you carried on last night?

Stop riding me, Debby.

Then stop acting like a two-year-old.

Oh, I don't meant to keep picking on you, Curt,

but you gotta brace up.

You're losing your grip.

What's the matter, Ollie?

My kitty cat.

It's gone.

Aw, that's too bad.

Yeah, and he was such a nice little kitty cat.

Lots of fun.

Why do they have to go away, Debby?

I wouldn't know.

Poor little fella.

I only got him yesterday and now he's gone, just like all

the rest of my kitty cats.

Gosh, Debby, I wish I could get one I could keep.

You better be careful, Curt.

If Ollie ever finds out how you've been getting rid of

his cats, probably strangle you.

That half-wit brother of ours and his cats.

Don't worry, he'll never find out.

Hey, Dusty.

Wait a minute.

Hi, Cactus.

What is it?

Can you mail these for me?

Sure thing.

Cisco Kid.

Pretty good friend of yours?

He sure is.

And this other one is addressed to William Bronson.

Say, any relation?

Yeah, my son.

Well, I'll be blistered.

Didn't even know you had a son.

How old is he?

Gosh, I don't rightly recollect.

About 25 or 30, I guess.

Sure is a fine boy, though.

You'll be meeting him soon.

I've sent for him.

Well, I'll be seeing you, Cactus.

Giddyap.

Hi-yah, ho!

Hi, folks.

Sure is a wonderful day, ain't it?

What are you so cheerful about, Cactus?

Don't tell me you struck it rich.

Yep, that's exactly what I done, Miss Debby.

Here.

Take a look at this high-grade.

If that don't add, say, more than a thousand dollars

to the ton, I'll eat it.

Why, that's wonderful, Cactus.

You can say that again.

Thought I'd drop by for a bite to eat before I head for the

county seat to file my claim.

Don't talk to strangers about it.

It's dangerous.

Oh, I ain't told a soul.

Just you and Curt.

Now how's about fixing me up a nice, big steak?

Rare.

Coming right up.

Don't you think you better wash up first?

Yeah, I reckon I could stand a wash.

Especially now that I'm in the money.

Hey, Cisco, why you keep me in suspense of this?

Who the letter is from?

It's from Cactus.

Cactus Bronson.

Oh, you mean the prospector with the little donkey

that we brought him?

Yes, Pancho.

And you know what?

What?

He struck it rich.

You don't told me, Cisco.

Let me see the letter, Cisco.

Yeah.

He say here to meet him at the Half-Way House in

Dutchman's Flat and he will take us

and show us his bonanza.

Wa-hoo!

What am I getting excited about?

We don't own his bonanza.

No, Pancho.

It belongs to Cactus.

Well, anyhow, it was good to feel rich for a little while

anyhow and we don't have to go to the bank to put the money in

what I didn't have in it, huh?

(laughing) Well, Pancho, here we are.

Yeah, but where is Cactus?

He must be inside.

You go in.

I'll water the horses.

Hi, amigo.

That's a pretty little baby cat you got there, eh?

He got the eyes-- blue eyes-- just like my Uncle Tito

in Guadalajara.

I wouldn't know.

You don't know my Uncle Tito?

Oh, he's awful nice little fellow with a big beard.

You mean the cat?

No, no, my Uncle Tito!

The cat has got little moustaches, see?

Hi, Curt.

Where's Ollie?

(cat meowing) What's the matter with you?

(cat meowing) (gunshot firing)

Holy smokers!

How could anybody kill a little cat like that?

You should be ashamed of yourself and your mama, too!

She didn't brought you up right.

Ollie, stop it, do you hear?

Stop it, Ollie!

Stop it, you'll break his neck.

Ollie!

What's going on here?

He was gonna knock down Curt.

Yes, and I do it again.

He tried to kill the pobrecito little baby cat.

A-- a kitty cat?

Where is it, mister?

Where?

(cat meowing) Curt, get in the office

and stay there.

You're wrong about my brother, mister.

He wouldn't-- he wouldn't hurt a little kitty cat.

No matter, señor.

Aw, aw, yeah, I know.

You are hungry, yeah?

Maybe we better get him some milk, huh?

Sure.

Well, I'll be blistered.

And Curt was the cause of all of them cats dying?

Yes, Dusty.

A cat scared him when he was just a baby and he never

got over it.

I see.

Any mail or passengers, Debby?

Just some mail.

I'll get it for you.

Sure has got a cute little nose, ain't he, mister?

His little nose?

Yeah, but it's upside down.

Look at the little blue eyes.

And his little feathers is soft like silk.

(chuckling) Hey, little amigo!

Don't eat so fast.

It's bad for your indigestion.

Look, look, look at that.

Look at his little round belly.

Look like a little balloon, no?

Well, be seeing you.

So long.

Golly, he-- he's the prettiest little kitty cat

I ever had.

How do you know he's a kitty cat?

Maybe he's a tommy cat.

Is he?

Yes, sure, look, you can tell by his ears.

No, Cisco?

I wouldn't know, Pancho.

Run along, Ollie.

You have work to do.

Sure.

So you're the Cisco Kid.

Guilty on the first count.

And I am Pancho Miguel Fernando Gonzalez y Conejo.

I'm Debby Hansen, the owner here.

Staying around for a while, I hope.

Thanks.

But we came here to look for a friend.

Cactus Bronson.

Cactus?

Cactus write us a letter and tell us to meet him here.

He's around here somewhere, isn't he?

No, he isn't.

I haven't seen good old Cactus for months.

Well, I suppose he'll show up later.

Might have a long wait.

Are you sure he didn't say for you to meet him in town?

Yes, señorita.

I'm quite sure.

If you don't mind, we'll put our horses in the stable.

Come on, Pancho.

I heard what they said.

We better clear out of here.

Why?

Why?

For the love of Mike-- Oh, calm down, Curt.

Don't be so jittery.

Nothing to worry about.

They may hang around for a few days, but when Cactus

doesn't show up, they'll leave.

Meanwhile, let's have no trouble.

Cisco, we've been waiting here three days and still

Cactus don't come.

Maybe we shouldn't wait no more.

What do you think?

I don't like to let old Cactus down, Pancho.

Something must have delayed him.

You fellas still around here?

Yes, we've been waiting for an old friend, Cactus Bronson.

Do you know him?

Know him?

I'll say I do.

Have you seen him somewhere?

Yep, about nine or 10 days ago.

He gave me a couple letters to mail.

I was just driving away from the Half-Way House.

That's very strange.

Miss Hansen says that she hasn't seen him for months.

Well, that could be so.

But maybe he drifted on back up to his cabin.

I-- I think it's-- Well, I'll be.

Look, that's his burro now.

Stonewall Jackson.

Are you sure?

Sure I'm sure.

So you got rid of the burr did you?

But, Debby, I did put a bullet in it.

I-- I swear I did.

Hey, look, Cisco.

The poor little burro, he fall down and hurt his head.

That's a bullet wound, Pancho.

Bullet wound?

By cracky, so it is.

If I find out who hurt this poor little burro,

Cisco, la China Poblana, I will break his neck.

Must have happened several days ago.

Hey, Cisco, maybe somebody find out that Cactus strike it

rich and maybe they kill him.

What did you say?

Cactus struck it rich?

Yes.

He wrote us about it.

Well, I'll be blistered.

You don't happen to know where he was prospecting,

do you ?

Oh, he's got a little cabin up in the mountains.

North of Morgan Creek.

But I don't know just where it is.

Cisco, what are we gonna do, just look in this great, big

mountain to find a little teeny-weensy cabin?

I'm not so sure about that, Pancho.

What do you mean, Cisco?

Stonewall Jackson here knows where it is.

We'll patch him up, feed him, turn him loose

and then we'll follow him.

Hey, Cisco, you know that's just what I was thinking,

but you always talk quicker than I can think.

Well, maybe he won't head right to the cabin.

From the looks of the thing, he's just searching around

now for the old man.

Well, it won't do any harm to try it.

You mind if I go along?

What about your stagecoach?

Oh, shucks, I'll get one of Debby's men to take out the run.

I'd like to help if Cactus got himself in any trouble.

We'll be glad to have you.

Come on, Stonewall.

Come on.

Pick up Curly and Joe and get back here as quick as you can.

What for?

Don't be stupid.

We're not going to let that burro lead them to the mine.

Well, then you better get Ollie out of the way.

He's liable to walk right into our guns.

I'll send him up to the claim, get going.

What took you so long?

I couldn't help it.

I had to go clear to the willows to find him.

Are they gone?

What do you think?

They aren't going to find that claim.

We'll stop them at Pike's Canyon.

Come on.

Good morning.

Hello.

I'm Debby Hansen, the owner here.

Anything I can do for you?

No thanks.

My father wrote and asked me to meet him at this place.

Cactus Bronson.

I'm his son Bill.

Is there something wrong?

Well, yes there is.

I don't know just how to tell you this, but--

Something's happened to Dad.

That it?

Is he badly hurt?

Well, uh, I'm sorry, I guess I have to tell you.

Cactus is dead.

No, he can't be.

Yes, he is.

He was murdered.

Murdered?

Yes.

Who did it?

The Cisco Kid and his friend Pancho.

Shot him down.

He didn't have a chance.

They were after his mine.

Where can I find them?

Well, we were just going out after them.

Your father was a good friend of ours.

I'd appreciate the loan of a gun.

Curt, get him one.

That's them.

Don't shoot until they get close!

(donkey braying) Something's wrong.

Take cover!

Get the burro!

Why the burro?

I'll tell you later.

Are you hit bad?

I don't think so.

I think it's just a scratch.

Hey.

They're trying to kill the burro!

Let's cover him.

Shoot fast.

We'll keep them behind the rocks.

This way.

Now, Stonehouse, you're safe here.

Take care for yourself.

You cowards!

Why are you shooting a little burro

who can't shoot back, huh?

Pancho, get back here!

If that lobo stick his head out,

I will shoot his nose off.

Wait, Pancho.

I'll pick him up with a ricochet.

(laughing) Bueno, amigo, bueno!

Bueno.

If we can shake that boulder loose, it'll fall

on top of them.

Cisco, a couple of good shoots is all it takes.

That's all, Pancho.

Come on.

Debby, we better get out of here before they get us.

Come along.

I'm going to stay here until I get them or they get me.

I don't think it was a good idea to leave Bill alive.

He won't be alive for long.

Santos.

They're running away, Cisco.

Look!

They leave somebody behind.

We'll try to take him alive, Pancho.

Let's circle around him.

Yeah.

Come on.

Thought you'd circle around me, huh?

Come on, you killers.

We'll see who gets it first.

Here, kitty, kitty, kitty.

Where'd you go, kitty cat?

Kitty?

Kitty, kitty.

Debby, let's clear out of here while we've got the chance.

You were crazy to come here and wait for those two to show up.

I know what I'm doing, Curt.

Yes, but they're liable to kill us.

Oh, I don't think so.

They don't know that we're here.

By the time they do, they won't know what hit them.

Here, kitty, kitty, kitty.

Nice little kitty cat.

Where are you?

That stupid ox.

I told him to stay put in the mine shift.

Wait here.

(cat meowing) (gunshot firing)

(cat meowing) So that's what happened to

all my little kitty cats.

What are you-- get away-- Stop it, Ollie!

Stop it!

Let go!

Let go of him!

Well, what do you know?

He killed one and corralled the other two.

Get Ollie in the back room and tie him up.

Bring him in, Bill.

Move and don't try anything.

Nice work, Bill.

Now if you don't mind, drop your gun.

I said drop it.

I don't get this.

Don't worry, you will.

I never figured you for a killer, Miss Hansen.

We women are so easily misjudged, Cisco.

Señorita, don't count your chickens before

they hatch too many eggs.

Nice plan, Cisco.

From an expert, that's quite a compliment.

Do you mind telling me how you managed to convince

our friend?

He showed me a letter that Dad wrote him and Pancho.

Don't make a move.

Now drop your guns.

You stay away from me.

Keep away from me.

You keep away from me!

I said keep away.

Keep away.

Santos, what happened to you?

He killed my kitty cats.

And I'm gonna break his neck.

Your kitty cats will not like that.

They won't?

No.

You better leave him to us.

Meow!

(cat meowing) Cisco, did you do

that second meow?

No, Pancho.

(cat meowing) Oh, Cisco.

Oh, Pancho.

(laughing) Goodbye, amigos.

See you soon!

Ha!