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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."

I got here as soon as I could, Mr. Holt.

Good.

Now about that little talk we had, Olson.

Are you ready for it?

I'm always ready.

Fine.

That's a splendid virtue, Olson, preparedness.

Now Jess Fleming will be coming back--

I can't hear a word you're saying.

You can't hear?

(chuckling) I almost forgot,

careless of me.

Yeah.

Here's your hundred.

Stay out of town for about a week, Olson.

I don't want any possible connection between me and you

when Fleming's dead.

Not to worry, you'll never see me again.

Now Jess Fleming will be coming back along the Snake Bend

Road in about an hour.

If you hurry and leave now you'll be able to, um...

to meet him.

He's met.

That man, Pancho, I know him.

Cisco, he's in awful big hurry, huh?

There is something about him I remember I don't like.

But I don't know what it is.

Hold it.

Whoa.

Howdy.

You Jess Fleming?

That's my name, sir, Jess Fleming.

Owner and manager of the Fleming General Store,

fastest-growing retail outlet this side of--

Never mind.

We'll change all that to the late Jess Fleming.

I don't know what you mean, why, who are you?

You won't worry about that or anything else

in a couple of minutes.

Say, that's not a bad team.

You won't be needing 'em, and I can get a few bucks for 'em.

Unhitch 'em.

Unhitch 'em? Why?

Here's why, come on.

Get in the wagon.

Now sit down.

Pick up that rope.

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna tie you up as part of this junk back here

and roll you down the hill.

(gunshot) Now I know that man.

He's often the hired killer.

Pancho, go to town and get the sheriff.

Well, you saved me the trouble of tying you up.

Hold it!

You better get out of that wagon before it blows up!

(gunshot) (wagon rattling to ground)

(fire crackling) That was close.

Thank you, stranger.

Feeling all right?

Oh, I'll be all right, I'm just... awful tired

and awful sore and awful hot.

Well, we can't do anything for him.

Let's get you out of the sun where you can rest-- over there.

Oh, that's better.

Do you know this man that tried to kill you?

No, never saw him before in my life.

And he didn't try to rob you?

No, all that he had in his mind was killing me.

His name was Olson, a hired killer.

You mean, somebody hired him to kill me?

It looks like that.

But who, why?

I haven't got any enemies.

Nobody'd wanna kill me.

Somebody does.

Look, maybe I can help you out.

You wait here.

Cisco, that's pretty sad, that man is dead.

Yeah, that's one of the things I hate about my job.

I knew Jess Fleming.

Jess Fleming?

Knew him and liked him.

Jess Fleming?

Yeah, you know him, too?

No, Mr. Sheriff, you know, Cisco and me, we are just

strangers here.

We were just sitting and-- Say, sheriff, are you sure

the dead man was Jess Fleming?

Well, his body was burned beyond recognition, but that's

his wagon, his merchandise.

Who else would be driving it?

Maybe you're right, sheriff.

You know anything about this?

Sheriff, like I was tolding you, Cisco and me,

we are just strangers here, we were just sitting with--

I'm sorry, mister.

But I'm gonna run you in.

I'm not charging you with anything.

I'm not saying you're guilty.

But you're gonna answer a lot of questions.

Give me your gun.

Cisco, don't forget, the sheriff is a sheriff.

Put that thing back.

You're under arrest.

Later, maybe.

Pancho, chase the sheriff's horse away.

Then get on your own.

Oh, Cisco, all the time you are getting the sheriff

in trouble with me.

I'm sorry to be fighting you, sheriff.

Here's your gun, sheriff.

Hey, Cisco, why do you tell the sheriff you don't know

nothing about something, huh?

Pancho, this is Mr. Fleming.

How do, Pancho?

Jess Fleming?

Hey, you shouldn't be here.

Don't you know it's not right for a dead man to,

to walk around and talk not even a little?

You are dead, why don't you lay down?

Ha-ha, I thought I was dead, almost, for a while.

Mr. Fleming, I have an idea.

Oh, Cisco always got ideas.

Maybe it would be better for you if you stay dead.

That's right, huh-- what?

What I say?

(door opening) I'm sorry, sir, the store

is closed, there's been a death.

Don't cry, señorita.

I have good new for you.

Your papa is not dead.

What are you saying?

That is true.

You will see him now, but first, I must shut this door.

And close out this window.

Where's the back door?

Over there.

All right.

Daddy, you're alive.

They told me-- Oh, the news got around

already, huh?

Good, I'm dead.

Ought to be an important event, too.

Jess Fleming's funeral.

Owner of the fastest-growing retail outlet this side of...

what do I wear?

Your funeral?

What'll you wear?

I'm afraid Daddy's even more mixed-up than usual.

Could one of you straighten this out for me?

Si, señorita.

He tried to kill your father but ended up getting killed

himself.

Yeah, and the sheriff thinks it's me.

Why don't we tell the sheriff you're alive?

Because if everybody thinks that your father is dead,

Miss Fleming, then whoever tried to kill him would make a move.

Then we'd know who he was and what he wanted.

Alice, fetch me a pair of them patent leather high-button

shoes out of stock, size 10-1/2.

Ought to go good with a brand-new black suit.

Man of my importance.

Jess Fleming.

Owner of the fastest-growing retail outlet this side of--

And I want the ding-dangest coffin they got.

Mahogany, silver handles, everything.

Hang the expense, a man don't die but once.

(Pancho sobbing) What's a matter, Pancho?

Did you peel onions?

No, Cisco, I always cry at everybody's funeral.

(Cisco chuckling) What's Alice wanna

bury me in a shroud?

Why people will think that my estate can't afford to--

(door banging) Daddy, I took--

That I should live to see this day-- I mean, die to see

this day.

Here, I've raised you from a crying baby, walked the floor

with you at night, and this is what I get?

Oh, Daddy.

Why couldn't you bury me in my best suit?

And them patent leather shoes, I especially ordered.

(knocking on door) I'll get it, probably some

old family come to pay me his last respects--

Wait a minute, you can't go.

No, a dead man can't open doors.

I'll go.

Mr. Holt.

May I come in?

Certainly, won't you sit down?

Thank you.

Who is this man, Holt?

Biggest lawyer in town.

One of my best friends.

Probably grief-stricken over my death.

I know that you're in no mood to speak to me or anyone else,

Alice, so I'll come quickly to the point.

Thank you.

As you know, I was your father's attorney.

And now I am pleased that I can act on your behalf.

Several days ago, your father came to me about a partial

of land he owned out in the Red Stallion Hills.

Oh, yes, I know that property.

I never went to him about it.

The land isn't particularly valuable, but I told your father

I would give me $1500 for it, knowing that he wanted to send

you East to school.

I'm delighted to be able to hand over that $1500

to you right now.

But I don't understand.

Daddy never mentioned anything about this to me.

That's odd.

But no doubt, he intended it as a surprise.

He signed the bill of sale then and there in my office.

That's Daddy's signature, there's no doubt of it.

I never signed no such-- Shh, shh.

And I'm sure you wanna leave for the East as soon

as possible.

That's very kind of you, Mr. Holt, but,

I have to think it over.

Of course, Alice.

But I am certain that you'll respect your father's desires

for you.

I'll, um...

I'll be back about 5:00 to help you with your arrangements.

Until then.

Daddy, why didn't you tell me you were sending me East?

And why didn't you talk it over with me before selling that

piece of land?

You know how we've always-- Alice, I'll tell you.

In the first place, I don't wanna sell the land.

In the second place, I never went to Holt about it.

And in the third-- But Daddy, I saw the bill

of sale and it had your signature on it, all right.

No, I didn't sign it.

Just a minute.

Did this man Holt ever talk to you about that land?

Yes, twice.

But I didn't wanna sell.

Not very valuable but it's between two pieces of land that

I had in mind for a ranch.

Now we know.

Know what, Cisco?

Who hired the killer and why?

It's very simple, Cisco...

Who, why?

There's something very valuable about that land.

Mr. Holt didn't wanna tell anybody.

And yet, he couldn't buy it for himself.

I'm trailing in your dust, Cisco, keep on talking.

That's why he had you killed, forged a bill of sale, and told

Alice you wanted her to go East.

You two stay here.

We're gonna see what's so attractive about that land.

Come on, Pancho.

Pancho, we have to get by that man on guard.

Let's leave our horses here.

Then we can get closer.

Hey, Pancho, when that guard turns around, I'm going to run

across over there.

Cisco, if you do, you'll be a standing duck sitting down.

Wait a minute, Pancho, I've got an idea.

What?

You go around to the other side.

When we start, count 15.

Then make a lot of noise.

That will keep them busy while I'm out in the open.

One-two-three-four-five-- No-no-no-no-no, slower,

like this.

One, two, three, four, five, good.

And no faster, and no slower.

Then we'll reach 15, together, ready?

One, two...

Okay, mister, don't be bashful, come on in.

Only let's have a show of hands.

That's far enough.

Now turn around and see if you enjoy the view from that angle.

That's being a nice boy.

You keep that up, I'll see you get a good report card.

Inside.

I found him outside snooping around the playground,

so I thought I'd be polite and invite him into school.

Sit down over there.

That's what I like to see, a nice obedient pupil.

The kind that learns fast.

Take another swing around the playground,

you might find more pupils.

Gold, eh?

That's why Mr. Holt is after this property.

You're smart, awful smart.

You can skip first grade.

40, 41, 42, 43, 44, 45, 46,

47, 48, 49, 50.

Recess is over, sonny.

You don't wanna be late for school your first day.

Your first and last day.

Let's go.

This school's like a lot of others, mister.

When the student learns enough, he's graduated.

The big difference is, when he's graduated, he's dead.

Over there with the other scholar.

Something went wrong, Cisco.

I count up to 50-- 50? I said 15.

Oh, I understand, but I don't know what you mean.

I will open this with questions and answers.

First, why did you come here?

You all right, Pancho?

Yeah, I think the stove, she bite me.

Let's tie them up.

Then we'll get after Holt.

Holt? What are you gonna do with him?

I've got an idea.

Come on, get busy.

How does he look?

Fine.

He'll be here any minute.

Cisco, how do you know he's coming?

He told Alice he'd be here at 5:00.

(knocking on door) Let him in, but remember,

you're in mourning.

I came by to help, I thought--

Shh... we're having a séance.

A séance?

I'm going to speak to the ghost of my...

dear, dead father.

What kind of nonsense is this, a séance?

Shahid Fleming.

Shahid Fleming.

Why was you killed?

Who's this?

Shh, sit down.

Shahid Fleming.

Talk.

We are waiting.

The man that took my life was a total stranger.

What's going on here?

This is a lot of superstitious nonsense.

Sit down!

I see no complete stranger.

The stranger is dead.

Dead, dead.

He was hired to kill me by a man that's still living.

By a man who I thought was my friend.

Franklin Holt, the lawyer.

That's a nice act but it won't work.

I don't believe in ghosts.

Don't you believe in the dead coming back for justice?

Nonsense.

There's the man that had me killed.

Murderer.

I did it, I did it, I-- I had the papers forged.

I had Fleming killed.

I'll leave you the gold.

I'll give you everything, everything!

(gunshot) I heard a shot.

You!

Wait a minute, sheriff.

Things ain't what they seem.

Fleming, you alive?

You came just in time, sheriff, these crooks gave me

a bad deal.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'll get this hand treated.

Okay, you can go.

Don't let him go, sheriff.

Hold it.

Now listen to me.

Hold it.

I'll listen to you when you're behind bars.

Now come on.

I'm sorry to have to do this to you, sheriff, but I've got to

stop Holt.

When he comes to, tell him everything that happened.

And don't forget to told him about the men in the shack.

And if we have done anything we are sorry for,

we are glad of it.

Sheriff, I hope you forgive me for the rough stuff.

I will if you forgive me for the wrong stuff.

(laughing) Well, goodbye, boys.

Good luck.

Bye, sheriff.

You know, I wish you'd fellas would stick around, because when

I start to using that gold to buy merchandise, you're never

gonna recognize the fastest-growing retail outlet

this side of-- Why do you say all the time,

"This side of, this side of," this side of what?

Well, confidentially, Pancho, this side of the street.

(laughing) Oh, Father.

Oh-ho-ho, oh, Cisco.

Oh, Pancho.

(laughing) Goodbye, amigos!

See you soon!