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Hello. I got him.

Amen, hallelujah. Where are you?

At the end of Desert View. By the end of Old Jawbone Canyon Road. Wait a minute,

I know where that is.

We can be there in ten.

Yeah, gotta go.

Nothing.

He was a cop and good at his job, but he committed the ultimate sin and

testified against other cops gone bad.

Cops that tried to kill him, but got the woman he loved instead.

Framed for murder, now he prowls the badlands.

An outlaw hunting outlaws.

A bounty hunter.

A renegade.

Mighty fine horse you got there.

Snake, Jack.

You looking for me?

There's no reason we can't do this peaceable like. Only one reason.

I'm not going with you, bounty hunter.

Your choice.

Are you ever fast?

Comes with the territory, I guess.

Where's your holster?

I don't know.

Check his pockets.

Gun in good?

Give me his gun belt, mister.

Get in! Get in!

Take this one.

Reckon you've earned it. And he won't be needing it anymore.

Hold this.

Is that your horse?

Yep. She's beautiful.

What's her name?

Well, I call her Softail.

Pretty name for a pretty horse.

Do you want me to take you to the livery stable for you?

I'd be much obliged.

Before you go, maybe you can tell me where I can find a man named Sweet

Uh, shucks. I plump forgot. I promised my mom I'd help clean the barn.

What about Swede? Coming, Ma.

Ladies and gentlemen, step right up and get your hands on a pile of Robert E.

Lee four -killers patented double -strength all -purpose elixir. It will

droops, flurries, mumps, measles, and even rattlesnake bites. Yes, sir. Sir,

got a sentence too short?

Well, give him a teaspoon of Robert E. Lee Fork Killers Patented Double

All -Purpose Elixir. Me, myself, well, heck, I used to be five feet tall just

six months ago. Look at me now, big and strong.

Now, for all you lovely ladies... I

want you to try the Robert E. Lee Fork Killers Patented Double Strength All

-Purpose Beauty Tonic. If you take it two times a day, I personally guarantee

that your wrinkles will vanish, your bustle will bounce, and your parlor will

full with suitors. Excuse me.

Isn't that the same bottle you just had?

Did I hear somebody say he'll take one? Well, step right up here, sir.

No, no, no. I don't want to buy any. Then go ahead and get out of the way

you're hit by the stampede. Wait a second. That elixir bottle looks just

the beauty tonic bottle.

Do I know you?

I'm just passing through.

Then go ahead and pass, because you're bad for business.

Now, as I was saying, ladies and gentlemen, we have a special today, and

today. If you buy the Robert E. Lee Four Killers Patented Double Strength All

-Purpose Elixir, I will give to you the beauty tonic.

Looking for a gent named Sweden Mason?

I swear, I'm telling you the truth.

I'm not so sure about that.

See, I saw old Duke Mason walk in here this morning with a sack full of gold.

Sack of dirt.

Them hills are drier than state brush in summer.

Just in case that crazy old kook gets lucky.

You remember who owns that claim?

Duke owns that claim. Free and clear.

I think it's time we knock some sense in that goofy old head of yours.

I think you get the point.

You just mind your own business.

As soon as you mind yours.

You looking for trouble, stranger?

I am trouble.

How the hell you do that?

Something a friend of mine learned in China.

You boys get out of here.

I'll deal with you later.

Come on, Jeff.

To keep that up, you'll be wearing a tombstone for a hat.

They claim jumpers?

They're lowering snake piss is what they are.

They turned Jawbone into a ghost town. Doesn't this town have a lawman?

You really are new in town, ain't you? Yeah, well, I'll be moving on just as

soon as I find Swede Mason.

Swede Mason?

You don't want no truck with Swede Mason. I got a score to settle with him.

Saved my skin just now, so I reckon I owe you.

Sweet Mason is sweet on a gal named Apache Jane.

She'll know where to find him. Who's Apache Jane?

She runs a saloon over at the other end of town.

Much obliged.

Stranger,

the reason Sweet Mason ain't got no enemies, he's all dead.

I'll be your 10, and I'm going to raise you 50.

rich for my blood.

Three little ladies.

Aren't they sweet?

Not so fast, partner.

Three bullets.

I've been sober too long.

It's on the house.

Oh, Mr.

Patchett. You are an angel of mercy.

And you are a stubborn old mule for holding out. Well, now I guess that

two of us. You can't beat the sweet.

It's time to close up the camp and move on, Duke.

Wild horses couldn't drag me away.

Besides, that gold is so near.

I can near smell it. My luck is changing, Mr. Patchett.

You wait and see, ma 'am.

Whiskey?

I'll serve this for myself.

Much obliged.

Where are you from?

Oh, yeah, that depends on which way the wind blows.

Aren't we quaint?

I bet you a lot of people walk through those doors. They used to.

Not anymore.

Did that have anything to do with Sweet Mason?

You know him?

Well, let's just say that I've made his acquaintance.

He owns the town.

Something tells me he doesn't own you.

Why don't you boys just sit down, I'll buy you a drink. We ain't thirsty.

You got a score to settle with you, boy?

Boy!

Boy!

Take it outside.

They'll teach you to poke your nose where it don't belong.

Looks like you've had a tough day, mister.

Don't I hear your mama calling?

My mama always says, always look on the bright side.

Well, there ain't no bright side.

Sure there is.

Things can't get any worse.

Hey, $50 dead or alive.

You're going to jail, partner.

All right, that's tight enough.

Old Indian saying?

Never listen to the cries of the dead.

I ain't dead.

Yet. Don't take it personal.

I'm just in it for the reward money.

What? Are you a bounty hunter, too?

Bounty hunter, Indian philosopher, medicine man. You name it, I'm a... You

what? Don't move. Stay right there.

Ah!

Yep.

Let me see that in there.

What the hell are you doing now?

I also build coffins.

And you, my friend, are a large.

And guess what? Today we have a sale on large coffins. Only $50. Well, I'm

sorry. I don't have any cash.

Well, that's okay. We've got a layaway plan.

You can buy now and pay... You know what? On second thought, if this is your

case, I'm going to need all that money in advance.

I ain't no killer. I'm an innocent man.

Says differ right here on this wanted poster.

Says you are wanted for the murder of Buster Durrell.

I know what it says. I was sprained the real killer of Swede Mason.

I can't hear you.

He's sucking this town dry.

Oh, still can't hear you. Helping me is good for your business.

How's that? I'll tell you how. As soon as I square things up with Swede Mason,

the people of Jawbone have their town back.

They'll have lots of money to spend.

So, what do you say?

I think I'll stick with my 50 bucks.

Ow!

You got no stranger to help you now.

You can't take away my home.

I'm afraid you lost your home fair and square in a poker game.

I got the note right over there. Got your writing on it.

That game was fixed.

Well, if you knew the game was fixed, why were you playing?

Back to you later.

Sheriff! Whatever you're selling, I ain't buying.

Well, you may want to take a closer look, Sheriff.

Come here.

Well,

well, well.

Lookie here.

You're even prettier in your picture, boy.

That is pretty, that $50 price tag on top of his head.

I understand you caused quite a ruckus in our quiet little town today. I was

just trying to help out.

Folks around here don't need your help.

Well, I sure could use that 50.

Some of Sweet Mason's boys were beating up on some poor fella. I'd just

straighten them out is all.

Sweet Mason's boys, you say?

You know, I'll just take the 50, Sheriff, and I'll be on my way.

You help me find Sweet Mason, Sheriff, and I'll help you get rid of him. Hey,

Clay, you finished oiling that saddle yet?

Just about.

Come in here. I want you to meet somebody special.

It's my deputy.

Clay Barstow.

My pleasure.

You see, we're all sweet masons, boys. There's nothing lower than a lawman gone

bad. Pay the man.

How much to build me a gallows?

Fifty dollars.

I need them quick.

We're going to have us a hanging.

Speed is my motto.

I thought cash was your motto.

No, no, cash is my middle name.

Did I cross a border here, or am I still entitled to a fair trial?

You bet.

And you're going to get one.

Since I'm the judge.

Well, five dollars.

Well,

like I wanted to say, it's been a pleasure doing business with you. Y 'all

a wonderful day.

Clay, show our guest his room.

20, 40, 45, and five more makes 50.

I do believe that my bar tab is paid in full.

Coffin business must be picking up. Well, it's actually the bounty business.

But I do believe that the coffin business will be picking up in the not

-distant future.

So where do you think I ought to build them gallows, huh, Mr. Patchett? There's

a dang good view right next to the Pony Express office.

You must have bagged one ornery critter. Oh, you can say that again.

Oh, he fought me when I grabbed him, scratching and yelling and biting. It

happened right out there.

Hold your horses.

You ain't talking about that stranger that was in here earlier.

Oh, yeah, you'd recognize him. He's got muscles as big as ham hocks. I can't

believe you turned him in.

Now, wait a second here, Mr. Patsy. Just because you took a shine to him doesn't

mean that he wears a white hat.

My Indian blood is telling me that he does.

My Indian blood says that he's a convicted killer.

Says who?

The law.

Swede's law?

Well, he did mention something about he was framed, but I would say the same

dang thing.

What if he's telling the truth?

What if he's not?

Is that what your Indian blood is telling you?

My Indian blood says that I'm thirsty.

So, fellas, what do you say we drink up to free enterprise?

Hey, kid.

Hey, come here.

Your ma says I'm not allowed to talk to outlaws.

Well, I'm not an outlaw.

Then why are you in jail?

Well, the real outlaws are running this place.

That's what my pa says.

Look, I want to get these outlaws just as bad as your pa does, but I need your

help. You mean I get to shoot somebody?

Not exactly.

I need you to go find that medicine man, Bobby Forkiller, okay?

Then go get my horse, Stoptail, and bring it to me. Then do I get to shoot

somebody? We'll talk about it later.

As well.

Varnish, this is a rust job.

Mr. Fur Killer, come quick.

Eli Porter, does your mother know that you came all the way out here? But this

is an emergency.

What kind of emergency, boy?

Someone needs a coffee, now. Come on.

Here we

are.

Well, Eli, where is my customer?

Look behind you.

I'll go get a cocktail.

And what are you going to do with that horse?

I'm going to bust out of here. How?

You're going to help me. I already told you.

I gave you 50 bucks.

And where are you going to get $50? You break me out of here, you can turn me

back in. And you expect me to believe that?

Just give me 24 hours to find Sweet Mason. When I'm done with him, I'll go

and peaceful like. Okay? You have my word. And what happens if you get

bushwhacked before I even have a chance to collect my reward money, huh? What

difference does that make? I'm wanted dead or alive.

Give me some time to think about it, all right?

$50? $50.

How about $75? $50.

Give me tonight's phone.

I ain't going anywhere.

You boys figure out which one of you is going to hang first?

Not yet.

Hey, better hurry up.

We got a couple hours till daybreak.

I'm surprised you're still awake, Sheriff.

I got work to do.

You sure it's not a guilty conscience that's keeping you up?

I can hold your trial right now.

I hope I'm not interrupting anything.

Mrs. Patchy, what a nice surprise.

You know, boys, just swap bedtime stories.

I can see that. Of course, if you'd rather play with your gun than share

this little feast I brought you.

Sure looks tempting.

Wait till you see what's inside.

Too bad you already spoken for.

You mean the Swede?

Uh -huh.

He comes around less often than Christmas.

Girl gets mighty.

Long way. Darling.

He would shoot me just for what I'm thinking. I ain't gonna tell.

And they're gonna be dead come morning.

Let's eat.

I bet you he's having a little piece of Miss Apache pie right now. As planned.

Where's your horse?

Right over there.

Oh, good.

Well, will you get the rope so we can get busy here?

You see, I drew up a contract that covers certain eventualities should this

escape attempt result in your demise.

What eventualities?

Well, if you buy the farm, I get the horse.

Well, you get.

Ain't gonna need her.

I gotta hand it to you, Miss Apache.

You are prettier in the picture.

Shoot like Annie Oakley.

And I make better whiskey than Jack Daniels.

Have a tug.

I'm not supposed to drink on duty.

Oh, yeah.

I forgot.

Your big, bad boss might find out.

What was that?

Ready.

Go on.

What was that?

Big Crickets?

Make a run for it.

What you doing?

Updating my wagon.

I dropped that sheriff's deputy.

Now it makes me... I'll be five killer.

Exactly. Well, you really saved my bacon back there.

It's protecting my investment part.

Why can't you just admit that you want Sweet Mason as bad as I do?

Well, my friend, you see, you are an idealist. Me?

I'm a pragmatist. Well, do you think there are any more idealists in Jawbone

that are willing to help me get rid of this Mason?

Not a single one in their right mind.

What about in their wrong mind?

There is that crazy old hoot, Duke Nathan.

He actually thinks he's going to still hit the mother load. I heard of him.

Where's his claim?

Five miles down that canyon over there. But, you know, asking him for help, that

might not be a good idea.

Why not?

Well, you see, the sheriff threatened to run him out of town.

Now, a sheriff don't care if he runs out of town, walks out of town, or gets

carried out of town in one of them five killer pine boxes over there.

Sounds like he needs me just as bad as I need him.

Anybody here?

Hello?

Anybody home?

Depends on who's asking.

I ought to put you out of your misery right now. Look, I don't work for Swede

Mason, okay?

And what are you doing poking around here?

I came here looking for you.

Bobby Four... Five Killer said that if anybody hated the Swede as much as I

it was you.

Why should I cotton to anybody with long hair?

Well, I broke out of his jail last night. Out of bag.

I'm here, ain't I?

Maybe not for long.

Leastwise, not above ground, because I seen you yesterday, and you certainly

weren't in no jail.

You then met the Pattinson.

Oh, for all the five minutes before they hauled me out of there.

Ask one of your friends.

I ain't got no friends.

Your enemies, then.

Ask anybody.

Hooper, the assayer, he was there. Ask him. He'll tell you all about it.

Uh -huh. Look, if I'm lying, you can shoot me right here. You got nothing to

lose. That's a fair deal.

There he goes.

There he goes.

Now, you don't want to do that. In a pig's eye, I don't. What are you going

do if you drop him? Are you going to feed him to your dog?

No. Rotten meat makes him sick, but it took me nine years to dig that shaft. He

brought it down in three seconds.

Duke, oh, for Pete's sake, will you stop now? It's not him.

It's the sweetest mason.

Shooting him is just going to give him one more thing to hang us for. Just my

luck. I finally make a friend.

He turns out to be honorable.

Hey, howdy, Gibber.

Hello,

Sheriff. Them gallows I've been building are almost finished, sir. Too bad I'm

out of prisoners.

Ain't it?

Well, I heard about that. What the hell happened? I know damn well what

happened.

Next time you break somebody out of jail, you leave that traveling side show

yours at home.

I got ten engines who can swear I was in my teepee all night.

Mind your own business, engine.

The next coffin you build is going to be yours.

Four out of six. That ain't good enough.

I honestly don't think it's me. You don't, huh?

I think you shot your dog.

Aim to the suckade critters after my chickens again.

Here, try this again. No, thanks.

I think I'll try to find a gun that shoots true.

Hmm.

My paw got it from his paw.

I ain't never even heard of it missing anything it was ever pointed at.

Give this one a try.

a hell of a gun.

Yeah, my pa loved this gun.

He loved this land.

He only used it to keep trash out so there was always room for a man to

As long as there weren't any Swede masons around.

No.

But you should have seen Jawbone when she first started to rear a

350 head of folks and growing every day.

And Swede blew in like hog's breath.

Well, if everybody leaves town and closes up, how is he going to collect

blood money?

Yeah, he don't care none about that.

It's the land he wants.

He's looking for gold? The railroad is set to come through here in six months.

So he's fixing to sell the land to the railroad.

Yeah, but that ain't no skin off of your nose. So how come you're sticking your

neck out just to help us?

A Swede mason.

Framed me for murder.

I spent eight long years doing his time. As long as he's out there, I'll never

rest.

Here, take this.

I can't, Duke.

Just do our family proud.

Thanks.

I heard Sweet would be back in Jawbone by sunset.

If we hightail it out of here, we can just beat him back by the skin of our

teeth. Wait a second. We? You ain't going with me.

Hell, I ain't. Look, with all due respect, I ride alone.

Well, ride safe, bud.

Where are you going, Mr. Patchy?

I'm headed to Tombstone to pick up some supplies.

I thought Mr. Fivekiller bought you supplies last Monday. Well, I'm plum out

whiskey, Eli, so unless your mama has a spillout back that I don't know about, I

must be on my way. Yes, ma 'am.

Afternoon, Miss Patching.

Sheriff Silk.

What a pleasant surprise.

I'd really like to stay and chat, Sheriff, but I have to reach Tombstone

dark, so... No, you ain't gonna reach Tombstone by dark.

Why is that?

Tombstone's east.

You're heading west.

Well, how in creation did that happen?

I swear, sometimes I think I have feathers for brains.

Shame on you, Miss Patching.

Leaving without giving me a proper farewell.

Ah! Ah!

Did he hurt you?

No.

I could put a poultice under that eye just as soon as we get back to town.

You're not going back to Jawbone. Well, I could say the same thing to you.

All right, then. We're going together.

Jailbreak. Boys and I tried to stop him.

But the snake plugged Jed before we could catch him.

What'd you do that for?

Because I can't shoot you.

I need you.

Even though you let Reno Raines get away.

We got a lead on Raines.

That's right, but do He's headed back to town said he wants to even the scales

with you Matter of fact he was with your woman

Maybe

I don't need you so bad after all we'll find rains by noon you better. Hope you

do

The Swede's coming!

The Swede's coming!

Miss

Patchy!

Miss Patchy! The Swede's coming!

Don't do it.

You got no choice.

We could run away together. No one would ever find us.

That's a mighty fine offer, Miss Apache.

But I'm afraid my destiny is waiting out on the other side of that door.

I can't let you go.

Now stand aside.

Reno Raines!

Thought you'd be a Mexican memory by now.

Running's for cowards.

Well, the guards up in Leavenworth, they said you took off like a scared

jackrabbit. I wasn't running away. I was running after you.

There's a difference?

I did your time, Swede.

You murdered Durrell. You got a witness?

Just me and God.

Well, God, he don't have a badge.

But I do.

Not where I come from.

You're a murdering coward, Swede. So this town ain't big enough for the both

us, right?

Something like that.

You're under arrest, Raines. You can come peaceable like.

But I sure hope you don't. As long as you're standing there, I ain't leaving.

I'm standing here as long as it takes to build a railroad through this ghost

town. And there ain't no man gonna stop me. No railroad's gonna be built in the

city of Jawbone.

Not as long as I'm alive.

And I reckon you ain't gonna be alive.

I know you need my help right now.

Duke.

Duane!

Man's waited eight long years for a fair fight.

Well, I guess I won't be needing this anymore.

Thanks, Bob. Five killer.

Six killer.

I lost track.

You know, Jawbone's gonna be needing a new sheriff.

I think I've had my fill of the law for a while.

Not to hate, my brother.

Reno!

Hey, are you okay?

Well, we didn't hear from you. We started to get really worried.

I'm still worried. Look at him.

I followed Jackson up here, and then he was gone.

Well, his bike's right there, pal.

Where's my bike?

How'd you get hurt?

I ain't telling.

Are you sure you're okay? You look like you've just seen a ghost.

Maybe I have. You know what you do? You get on your bike, you get the heck out

of here. Down the road, about five miles, a small diner.

Order yourself a nice, tall, cold one, okay? Maybe things will start to come

back to you, all right?

I'll call you.