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Balas e Flechas 1950

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Long after the Indian and white men were

at peace, a small band of renegade Indians

were organized by unscrupulous white men.

Pioneers coming west were murdered and their valuables

stolen.

These Indians traded stolen goods for the white

man's whiskey.

And as soon as they drank it, they

wanted more.

♪♪♪ While the real criminals counted their profits

and encouraged the Indians to more massacres, Americans

were dying all along the frontier.

And for no reason save the ruthless greed

of a few white traders.

♪♪♪ And it doesn't seem to make much

difference which way the wagon trains go into

Canyon City.

They've been attacked on all three routes, all

within a 50-mile radius of Canyon City.

Well, what have the survivors said about the

attacking Indians?

I mean, do they know what tribe they're

from?

No, they haven't been in war paint.

But every one of the few survivors has

reported that there were white men in every

raiding band.

Hmm.

Doesn't sound like Indians on the warpath, does

it?

Looks more like an ordinary gang of thieves.

Yes, but they're not exactly ordinary.

They're all murderers.

The town of Canyon City is worried too.

Judge Harrison wrote that he's afraid the gang's

next move will be to move in on

the city itself.

Must be serious, Bob.

If the old judge is scared, there's real

trouble.

I feel the same way, Jake.

The judge has appealed to us for help,

and I wrote him we'd send you boys.

How soon can you leave?

We're on our way, Marshal.

I hate to send you in alone, but

I'm hoping you two can get at the

bottom of this situation.

Well, we'll do our best, sir.

Besides, having Jake along is like having a

whole troop of cavalry.

Oh, sure, sure.

Yeah, that's right.

Well, good luck to you boys.

Thanks.

Thanks, Marshal.

Hello.

Hello, Dad.

Hello, dear.

You're home early today.

Yes, today has been very quiet in town,

but I have a feeling it won't be

for long.

We got word that another wagon train had

been raided by the Indians.

No survivors.

I wouldn't be surprised if they attack Canyon

City next.

They wouldn't dare do that.

There aren't enough of them.

Well, no one knows exactly how many there

are or why they go on the warpath.

A smoke signal.

That means they're getting too close for safety.

Get your things together, Mary Lou.

I'm taking you into town right away.

Tell Grey Eagle to get the horses together,

load them up, and follow us.

Grey Eagle!

Where are you?

Here, Judge.

Grey Eagle right here.

The Indians are on the warpath.

Now, listen, Grey Eagle.

I want you to get the horses together

and load them with everything they can carry.

What do you bring me like that for?

It's not necessary to leave, Judge.

Smoke signal, not war signal.

It is message from friends.

From friends?

Whose friends?

Not yours, I hope.

Those murdering, drunken Indians that kill everybody they

see.

They're not red men, Judge.

White men scouts.

He of the great bull whip.

He of the hairy face.

You mean Bob Foster and Jake Jones?

Really?

Are you sure?

Well, how'd they get here so fast?

He say we'll arrive suppertime with much hunger.

Well, then I'd better get some more food

on the stove.

How in tarnation do you read those signals?

Old Indian trick, Judge.

Cough, cough, cough.

Oh, that dead busted wind.

Keeps blowing the smoke right in my face.

Say, Bob, why don't you finish the message?

I'm plum wore out.

I haven't got time, Jake.

Gotta finish shaving.

I don't want to look like a tramp

with these whiskers on my face.

Of course, on some people it might look

good.

I don't know any of those people.

Oh, a fine pal makes me do all

the work and insults me besides.

That does it.

If Ray goes and reads that last one,

we're gonna have steak and potatoes for dinner.

Supposed to have gone to school, can't even

spell a little.

Keep working, Jake.

Tell him we'd like to have apple pie

for dessert.

Apple pie?

We got a visitor in the rocks and

I don't want him to know that I

see him.

Wait, wait, wait, we gotta...

Don't do that.

You want an arrow in your back?

Now keep working.

Sure.

I'm going to the stream for some water.

I'm

going

to the stream for some water.

Cough, cough, cough.

Cough, cough, cough.

Where are you?

Where are you, you ambusher, you measly...

Come on, shoot at me.

I'd sooner have an arrow in me than

choke to death.

I'll show you head and I'll blow it

plum off in your head.

Get him up.

When he comes to, I got a couple

of questions to ask him.

Is he still alive?

Yeah, he's alive.

You know, I think someone sent him out

to get us, Jake.

Yeah?

Well, what makes you think so?

Well, the judge wrote us that he thinks

who's ever behind those Indians raids works out

of Canyon City.

And everybody knows that we're on our way

there.

Well, this is better than we figured.

Just as soon as he comes through, we'll

make him tell us who sent him.

Then we get the answer to a lot

of things.

That's right.

Well, I'm going on ahead.

When he wakes up, you make him talk.

If he don't talk, shoot him.

Oh, sure.

Well, he ain't no good to us dead.

It better

be good.

Well, you know we'd never make him talk.

So we'll let him stay there a while.

When he comes to, we'll hightail it back

to his boss.

Yeah, I see.

Then we follow him, huh?

Did you ever follow an Indian through the

rocks?

Yeah, sure.

It just can't be done.

Now, where are we?

So, let him go back to his boss.

And when he finds out we're here, maybe

he'll try to get us himself next time.

And the sooner, the better.

The sooner, the better.

The sooner, the better.

I'm sorry you had to wait.

Here you are, Red Fox.

Mrs. Strongbow.

And here's one for you.

Now, if you take those over to the

store, the man will give you flour, beans,

and corn.

That's right.

Mrs. Strongbow.

Why, you're looking fine today.

Thank you.

Well, you arrived just in time.

I was just going to close up.

What happened to your chin?

Come on.

I thought

I told you to stay out in the

rocks till those two lawmen came through.

What are you doing here?

Two men come.

Well, did you get them?

No, they ride too fast.

Rode too fast, eh?

Looks to me like Forster was a little

too tough for you.

Now, where did you get that bump on

your jaw?

You got whiskey for Long Knife?

You got money to pay for it?

But Sheriff, you promised me whiskey.

Yeah, if you got the two marshals the

judge sent for, but you didn't.

Where did they go?

Don't know.

If I got you whiskey, you'd know then,

wouldn't you?

To Judge's ranch.

Send smoke signal to Gray Eagle.

Yeah, they'd figure you'd go there.

I think a couple of the boys will

pay the ranch a visit tonight.

But Sheriff, you promised...

Not so loud, you fool.

You'll be at the shack tonight.

Get one of your braids from the hills,

and don't forget to bring the corn, too.

I'll give you whiskey.

There.

And there doesn't seem to be anything we

can do about it.

Somebody is giving whiskey to the Indians, which,

as you know, is a federal offense.

The Indians keep killing the settlers and robbing

them to buy more whiskey.

It's a vicious circle, and no one knows

where it's going to end.

Well, what makes you feel that the renegades

are working out of Canyon City?

Well, you see, Canyon City is practically the

gateway to the frontier now.

It's the last chance the wagon trains have

to get supplies before they cross into the

Rockies.

And all the settlers, whether they come from

north, south, or east, figure on making a

stop here.

Now, the Indians know that.

So they do their ambushing between Canyon City

and the free routes leading into it.

They must be getting their whiskey from around

here because they're in another town within a

hundred miles.

Gray Eagle, my friend there.

What do you think about all this?

Bad medicine.

Bad Indians.

Disgrace to all red men.

Gray Eagle would like to help you.

He can still ride and shoot good, Sergeant

Whiskers.

Sergeant Whiskers?

Where on earth did you get that name,

Jake?

That's what they used to call me when

I was in the cavalry.

Gray Eagle and me were soldiers together, wasn't

we?

Yeah.

Yes, sirree.

Of course, my whiskers, they was black then.

Oh, I remember one of them fresh young

lieutenants wanted me to shave him off.

You know what I told him.

I said to him, son, when you've been

soldiering as long as I have, then maybe

I'll take your advice.

How about the saloon?

I didn't say nothing about a saloon at

all, when I was a sergeant.

If I ever caught one of my men

drinking, why, I'd put him down.

Oh, I'm talking about the saloon in Canyon

City.

Do you think that's where the liquor's coming

from?

No, I'm sure it isn't.

I've checked every shipment coming in and kept

a record of all the whiskey sold.

The owner is a very trustworthy man.

No.

The whiskey the Indians are getting isn't coming

out of that saloon.

It's coming from somewhere else.

Well, that's one of the things we've got

to find out.

Right now, I think we'd better get to

bed so we can get an early start

tomorrow morning.

Come on, Sarge.

And thank you for a lovely dinner, Mary

Lou.

Oh, you're welcome, Bob.

Yeah, thanks very much, Mammy.

That's the best fiddles I've had since about,

well, I guess the spring of 80.

That was the year of the big winter

campaign.

General Smith, he says to me, just a

minute.

General Smith, he says to me, Jake, I'm

in trouble.

I want just a minute.

I want your advice, see?

So I said, just a minute.

I'm at work.

Don't call me.

Well, old timer, we'd better turn in.

Uh, say, uh, did I ever tell you

about the time that Gregor took me into

the Apache stronghold to meet Geronimo?

Ah, you told me that last week.

Oh, no, I didn't.

Of course, I never saw Geronimo in all

my life.

You just don't want to listen to me

anymore, that's what.

Here I get years of wisdom and experience,

but I mean, you just don't want to

listen.

Now, that's a...

All right, if that's the way you think

about an old sidekick, I'll pack up my

stuff.

I don't want no more part of you.

Come in.

Oh, Grey Eagle, come on in.

Miss Mary asked Grey Eagle to come see

if you're happy here.

Something you like.

Tell me.

Well, thank you, Grey Eagle, but we've been

on the road so long that this bunkhouse

looks like the Grand Hotel.

We couldn't ask for anything more.

Well, except you might wake me up at

sunrise or with a, well, a couple of

boiled eggs, a stack of flapjacks, some homemade

bread and jam, and, oh, a pot of

hot coffee, and, uh, have any cigar?

Sorry, no cigar.

Can do with peace pipe.

Well...

Who's doing the kidding?

Him or me, huh?

Now, you tell Mary Lou that we don't

need a thing.

Uh, something else in your mind, Old Scout?

What Grey Eagle say in the house, he

would like to help.

He mean not all Indians bad like Long

Knife, some good like Grey Eagle.

Say, maybe you could do us some good

at that.

Me go among my people, tell them not

to listen to makers and drinkers of whiskey.

Say, maybe you could find out where this

fire water's made.

Me try.

Thank you, Grey Eagle.

Thanks, Old Scout.

Hey, great fella.

Yes, a mind-defying people in this country,

Jake.

You betcha.

So Grey Eagle comes to town to visit

his cousins.

So what?

He doesn't scare me.

He has been a white man for many

years.

He comes to spy on his people.

I kinda side with Long Knife.

Something ought to be done with Grey Eagle.

If he ever finds out that whiskey's made

here.

Maybe you're right.

What are you gonna do about setting up

this Indian?

How much pay?

Small bottle.

Big job.

No.

That's just a starter.

You do this job right, you get to

marshal his deputy and throw in Grey Eagle

and you'll have all the whiskey you can

drink.

Smokey, you go along with him.

By the time you get there, they both

ought to be asleep in the bunkhouse.

The rest is up to you.

All right.

Come on, let's go.

What?

What?

What's your trouble?

What?

I think we got some company.

No.

Come.

What?

Where?

What do you...

Drop those knives.

Why, you no good knives.

What a waste of money.

Help!

Help!

Help!

I'll kill you.

I'll kill you.

You...

I think I winged him.

But it looks like this is a dead

Indian.

Sure does.

Say, you think that shot was meant for

him or for us?

Oh, I don't know.

But anyway, we're not going to get any

information out of this one.

Or maybe we will.

Say, since when did you drink that?

Since never.

But I know how this stuff smells.

Here.

You see what it is.

Well...

Corn liquor.

Moonshine, that's what it is.

That's what I thought.

Well, now maybe we're getting somewhere.

All we got to do is find out

who makes it and where.

Yeah, there's hope.

Oh, I thought we was hunting Indians.

Now we're hunting moonshiners.

I heard the shot.

Oh, you got one of them, eh?

Good.

We didn't shoot him.

The shot from the outside got him.

Yeah, not a gun of mine, Judge of

Edmund Sedart.

You know I ain't one to brag, Judge,

but I...

I...

Doggone.

I...

Whoo!

I...

Yeah, kind of dressed kind of fast.

Excuse me, ma'am.

I...

Well, excuse me.

I don't know him.

Never saw him before.

He isn't one of our Indians.

Oh, I didn't think so.

He wasn't alone, though, Mr. Welch.

There was another Indian with him.

A big fellow.

Had a lump on his chin from a

fight that we had.

Any of your Indians been scarred up recently?

Well, that sounds like...

Long knife.

I remember when he came in for his

rations yesterday, he had a lump on his

chin.

But I can't believe that he's got...

Good morning, Judge.

Howdy, Welch.

What is this?

Sheriff, I'm glad you're here.

Do you know this man?

No.

Where'd he come from?

Marshal Foster just brought him in.

Oh, Marshal the Shark Conger.

Howdy, Sheriff.

And this is Deputy Marshal Jones.

Howdy, Sheriff.

Where was this Indian found?

On the judge's ranch, Sheriff.

He was killed in a fight with Jake

and myself.

A white man and another Indian was with

him.

The Indian answers the description of Long Knife.

Yes.

But I can't believe that he's gone bad

on us.

Sheriff, you had any trouble with him lately?

No, I haven't seen him.

Besides, he's your problem, Welch.

If you can't handle your Indians, the government

better send somebody that can.

I've got my hands full with this town

without worrying about your savages.

And as for you, Marshal, I don't know

why you're here and I don't care.

Just remember, I'm Sheriff of Canyon City and

nobody interferes with me.

Understand?

Perfectly.

And thanks for your cooperation, Sheriff.

Nice fellow, huh, Jake?

A real gentleman.

Now you can see what I'm up against.

I can't tell you how glad I am

that you're here, Marshal.

If there's anything I can do for you,

please let me know.

Well, just keep on the lookout for Long

Knife.

If you see him, let me know.

I will.

What's so funny?

Don't...

All right, Jake, come on.

We got work to do.

This ain't no time for romance.

Romance?

I...

Smokey got winged in the arm.

He won't be long.

Won't be any good to us for a

long time.

That's fine.

Just great.

But that wagon train only two days off

and us needing every man we've got.

Yeah.

Say, how about the whiskey?

You know we're practically out of it.

Don't worry about that.

The boss is distilling a new batch tonight.

Now listen, I've got an idea how we

can get Bob Foster and that silly-looking

deputy of his out of our hair permanently.

Now this is what I want you to

do.

As soon as you can, you and Long

Knife go out to the judge's ranch...

All right, Long Knife.

You know what to do.

Me know.

Remember, no noise.

Gray Eagle!

Gray Eagle!

Yes, Miss Mary.

Me at Funk House.

I'm going to need some more wood for

the baking.

Could you get me an arm load when

you have a chance?

Yes, ma'am.

Right away.

All right, let's go.

Let's

go.

Gray Eagle!

Gray Eagle!

I thought you said right away.

Gray Eagle!

Where are you?

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Let go!

Let go!

Let go of me!

Oh Well,

I've got a funny feeling you know, maybe

what I need is well some I know

a pound of bacon and a dozen eggs

Well, no, they wouldn't Sorry

judge, but he's dead dead Mary Lou You

go that way I'll go this yeah Mary

Mary Lou I'll shine of her.

She's gone.

They've kidnapped her.

Well, they can't have gone far It must

be in those hills.

We're going after them.

I'm going with you No judge you go

in town and get the sheriff pick up

our trail and follow us I

He'll they ought to be along anytime now

we're left a big enough trail for Get

around that big rock.

Let him have it.

I'll take Foster, you take the old geezer

with the whiskers.

No, me take man with whip.

Okay, only don't miss.

Remember, a rifle's different from a bow and

arrow.

I'll get you to the doc right away.

Doctor!

Doctor!

Don't worry, I'm not hit.

Now, listen.

Now, wait a minute.

You mean you ain't...

You mean you've been fooling me?

Oh, you shouldn't worry me that way.

Well, I'm going to worry you a lot

more if you don't shut up and listen.

Now, get on that horse and get out

of here.

Make a lot of noise.

Act like you're trying to get away.

Get away?

I ain't never run away from nobody, and

I ain't...

Now, come on.

Get out of here.

Hurry up and shut up.

We can catch him, we'll come back for

the girl later.

Yeah.

You all right, Mary Lou?

Yes, thanks.

Well, we better get you back to the

ranch.

Your dad will be glad to know you're

safe.

That's right.

Hey, here comes your father-in-law with

Jake and the sheriff.

Huh.

What's the matter?

Oh, nothing.

Just an idea, that's all.

Uh-huh.

Maybe you can help me.

Maybe.

Listen.

Here's what I want you to do.

There's something wrong.

Mary Lou.

Thank goodness you're all right.

What happened to Bob?

He and one of the men who kidnapped

me shot it out.

They're both dead.

Dead?

Maybe if I had stayed with him, I...

May...

Did you say that Ken...

That Foster killed one of the kidnappers?

Where is he?

Back there.

Dad, let's take Bob home and bury him

on the ranch.

All right, dear.

Come on, let's go.

Come

on, let's go.

What on earth?

I'll explain later.

Don't take it so hard, old-timer.

He deserved to get shot.

What do you mean, he deserved it?

Why, for two pins, I'd...

Jumpin' G.

Horseradish.

That's the second time you've been playing tricks

on me.

What's the idea?

Oh, now, wait a minute.

I didn't play any tricks on you.

I wanted that sheriff to think I was

dead.

There still ain't no reason...

Uh, the sheriff.

What for?

Oh, just a hunch.

But I have a feeling he knows a

lot more about those Indian raids than he's

willing to admit.

Why, no honest sheriff would go out of

his way to be so ornery to a

United States Marshal as he was.

You get the doggone dis hunches.

Uh, but I wish you'd stop playin' dead.

Do you wanna turn my whiskers white like

Santa Claus's?

Why, it might give you a little dignity.

Now, things are gonna start poppin' around here

pretty soon now.

And we're not gonna let that sheriff out

of our sight.

Come on.

Come on.

Ah, ah, ah.

Would you please...

You make me nervous.

Would you just...

Would you just go away?

That's all I'm asking.

Ah, she likes you, Jake.

Mrs. Strongbow's a winner, you know.

I wouldn't be surprised if she'd like a

new husband.

Oh, quit kiddin', Mr. Walter.

I ain't no mood for jokes.

I'm not fooling, Jake.

I wouldn't...

Oh, that's right.

I'm sorry.

I just heard about your friend's death.

Canowich.

Atkamu.

Yeah.

Finally got Bob.

Oh, well, like I say, you can't live

forever, you know.

I always told him to be more careful,

but you know Bob.

Always in there where the lead plums are

fallin' thickest.

A brave man, indeed.

The rest has suffered a great loss.

Excuse me.

Excuse me, Mr. Welch.

I'm waiting for you.

Hi, Sheriff.

Can I have a look at that engine?

The one that shot at me and my

pal Bob?

I'll go about finding him in my own

way.

I want to help you catch that critter,

Sheriff, and bring him to justice.

No one ever said Jake Jones wouldn't try

to avenge a friend.

I know how you feel, old-timer.

Yeah, as a matter of fact, that's just

what I was gonna do.

Look for a long knife up in the

rocks.

But it's rugged country.

Country don't come too rugged for me.

Let's go, Sheriff.

All right, you can come along if you

want.

But don't blame me if you get an

arrow in your back.

Oh, don't worry about me.

I can handle them engines.

Let's go, Sheriff.

Come on.

Hey, are you coming or not?

Yeah, here I come.

Let's go.

What are you afraid of?

Afraid, you say?

Who, me?

Why, Sheriff, when I was campaigning with General

Lee...

Never mind.

You wait right here.

I want to look around up ahead.

I'll be back.

Wait here, eh?

All right, Sheriff.

What's the matter?

You afraid to be left alone?

No, but...

I'll stay.

I thought it was you.

The stuff ready yet?

Not quite.

The boss was here most the night.

All we got to do now is wait

till the stuff drips through.

We'll have nearly 20 gallons.

Good.

I'll help you bottle it as soon as

I take care of a little matter.

That sidekick of Foster's come out with me.

Where is he?

Don't worry about it, I'll have the Indian

take care of him.

He's coming down now.

You want something?

Take care of that old monkey with the

whiskers.

I told him to wait for me down

on the trail.

And don't use this.

I don't want any noise around here at

all.

Use your bow.

You got whiskey?

Go on, get going.

I'll give you whiskey when you get back.

Now go on.

Pretty simple, isn't it, Smokey?

We give the Indians whiskey.

Just enough to make them unhappy over the

way the whites are treating them.

They go out and knock over a wagon

train for money and goods to buy more

whiskey.

They even give us their government cordon to

make it with.

What a setup.

It sure is.

Not bad.

The boss hasn't lost his touch at all.

Yeah.

How about a bigger sample?

Not a bad idea.

We might as well relax while we're waiting

for Long Knife to take care of that

old geezer.

Sure.

Hey, that sounded like a shot to me.

No, you're imagining things.

Have another drink.

What in tarnation?

Get him up.

Get him up.

I swear.

Get...

Get up.

You ought to know better than to go

to sleep like that.

I wasn't asleep.

I was just trying to rest my eyes

and I...

I was asleep.

You almost woke up in another world.

Here.

Thanks.

Yeah, thanks very much.

Come on, sleepy.

We got work to do.

That worries me.

You don't suppose that old girl got the

drop on Long Knife, do you?

Listen, if it'll make you feel any better,

I'll go out and see.

If Long Knife didn't get him, I will.

Don't move.

What are you doing here?

You're dead.

Don't you believe in ghosts?

Tie him up.

Let him rest a while in the bushes.

Lay down there, you no good ungrateful jackass.

There.

Oh, Sheriff.

Your troubles are over.

That measly Indian tried to dry-dotch me.

But he didn't catch me napping, no siree.

So that was your shot I heard, huh?

Yep.

One-shot Jones, they call me.

If you want to find the dead Indian,

go back in the trailer wage.

Where's Smokey?

Smokey's gone.

Smoky, uh, Smoky who?

I'll give you about three seconds to tell

me what you did with him.

Well, if you don't talk, I'll blow your

head off.

One, two...

And three!

I thought you...

Sheriff Conger, you're under arrest.

You've got nothing on me.

Oh, no?

Just moonshining, murder, giving whiskey to Indians, and

a few other little things.

You can't prove any of those things.

And you wouldn't talk that way if you

didn't have that gun.

You're a murderer, Conger.

And you're gonna hang for it.

But first, I gotta score to settle for

Gray Eagle.

Ah!

Got enough?

What took you so long?

Get in there, I wanna talk to you.

Well, looks like the end of the trail,

Sheriff.

Oh, lucky!

Enough of that stuff to take a bath

in.

When did you start bathing?

Can you...

Huh?

All right, when's the next raid scheduled for?

I said, when's the next raid?

All right, all right, I'll tell you.

When is it?

The Indians are supposed to leave from here

at sundown.

In about an hour.

How many of them are there?

Just a few Indians.

That sounds about right.

Just a few Indians, this skunk, and a

few more like him.

A bunch like that could surprise a wagon

train at night very easily.

Let me shoot him a little round.

No, you're not gonna...

The Indians come here first for the whiskey,

don't they?

Yeah.

We'll wait for them.

In the meantime, you can write out a

full confession and sign it.

Here.

But just a minute.

There's a few things I know about this

setup that you don't.

I'm not the brains of the outfit.

Who is?

If I tell you, will I get off

easy?

I doubt it.

You're gonna hang, Conger.

There's no way out of it.

Well, I'm not gonna swing and let him

get off free.

This was all his idea from the start.

I'll see that he hangs right alongside me.

Well, you can count on that.

Now, who is it?

Oh, I'll tell you.

Come out with your hands up, Foster.

We've got you surrounded.

See him, Jake?

They must be up to something.

Yeah.

Look!

Smoke.

Gosh, that was close.

I'll say it was.

That's pure alcohol.

If that catches a fire, we'll be roasted

alive.

Crap!

I got him.

There can't be many left out there.

Keep firing, Jake.

Keep me covered.

I'm going out after him.

Yeah, well, don't be too long.

I don't want to be well done.

Jake!

Uh-oh.

Whoa.

Cut it out, you fool!

It's me.

Electrical Hitchcock.

Come on out, Jake.

It's all over with.

Watch out!

Mr. Welch.

So I finally caught up with you, huh?

Yeah.

Yes, sir.

Oh, sir.

Oh, was I glad to get out of

that place.

And you know something?

Don't call me if it ain't Mr. Welch.

Yes, Mr. Welch.

Renegade and murderer.

Nice work, Bob.

Nice work.

All right, you.

Get on your way.

Welch.

What do you know?

I can't tell you how much we owe

the both of you.

You've cleaned up as bad a gang of

thieves and murderers as I've ever seen in

the West.

From now on, settlers should be able to

cross the country in safety.

Thanks to you boys.

Well, I'm glad it worked out that way.

So long, Judge.

Goodbye, Mary Lou.

Goodbye, Bob.

Thanks a lot.

Oh, don't mention it.

Least we could do for the best cook

I ever did see.

Hey, Jake.

Here comes your girlfriend.

Now, isn't that nice?

She brought you a going-away present.

Oh, well, thank you, Mr. Strongbow.

Thank you very much.

Well, aren't you going to open it up?

In front of everybody, I just...

Oh, come on.

It might be a baked apple pie.

Huh?

Apple pie?

Maybe some cheese with it and...

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