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Metcalf. So nice to have made your
acquaintance, Mr. Appleby.

Goodbye. Thank you, Miss Cynthia. I hope
you find your parents well.

And give my regards to Senator Clyburn.

Yes, I'll tell him.

We leave for Gainesville in an hour,
miss. Oh, thank you.

Metcalf, mister, you getting out?

Oh, yes.

$1 .50 you owe me now. Kid.

Excuse me, Sheriff.

My name is Appleby. Sheridan Appleby.

I'm looking for a Mr. Curley Bill
Brocious.

Are you?

So is half the state.

Curley and his boys pulled another job
over to Gainesville.

Shot a couple of men.

Cut.

Hold up in his place in the San Rimas
again, I guess.

Oh.

Well, in that case, I would like to hire
a guy to take me there.

Why did you say you wanted to see Curly
Bill?

Well, I have to find him and take his
gun away from him.

Well, I've got work to do, Josh.

I'll see you later.

And if you bring Curly Bill back, I'll
give you a medal.

Mr. Randall, what's the matter with the
sheriff?

Oh, he's just a little nervous about
Bill Brocious.

They're trying to send out some deputies
to bring him in from San Remo. The town

can't spare him.

Well, now, would you know where to find
Mr. Brocious?

Well, I know that part of the country
pretty well.

We were on the stagecoach together, yes.

Now, Mr. Randall... Mr.

Randall. Hmm?

Would you mind if we talked some
business?

Well, that depends.

Well, I'm willing to give you $100 cash
if you will agree to lead me to Mr.

Brocious.

$100?

Oh, the hard liquor. No, no.

Would you happen to have some bottled
soda?

Uh, no.

Oh, well, they do have it quite a few
places now.

Further east.

I'll have a beer then, please.

Bottled soda?

Yes, that's...

Well, you see, I'm a salesman, gun
salesman. I hand guns mostly.

As a matter of fact, I've been noticing
yours. It's really quite interesting.

Yes, well, you see, about two months
ago, I received a shipment of guns, 12

revolvers altogether, and I'd already
sold five when I discovered that there

a defect.

You see, there was a flaw in the casting
of the cylinder.

Oh, they'd fire all right, but after
time, they'd blow up.

So anyway, when I discovered this, I
started retrieving the guns as well as I

could, and I actually got back all of
them except for one.

Mr. Brocious?

And you want me to take you up there so
you can get the gun back from him? Yes,

that's right. Oh, you're crazy.

Why? Well, now, listen, if a man wants
to go ahead and blow his head off with

that thing, I don't think the people
around here want me to stop them.

I don't understand you at all.

Mr. Randall, I sold that gun, and I
stand behind the quality.

Now, if you don't want to accompany me,
naturally, I'll have to go alone.

But it does seem to me that $200 is a
lot of money.

How well do you know Bill Brocious?

I've done business with him on two
previous occasions.

Well, listen to me. I know him. I've
known him for a long time. Now, he might

give you back that gun with no trouble
at all. Then again, he might just blow

your head off.

Now, it seems to me that $200 isn't very
much money for getting shot up, you

know what I mean? Uh, Mr. Randall, I'm
sure you'll be encouraged to know that

we should run into any trouble, I'm
quite capable of handling a gun.

Uh -huh.

I sell guns, and you see, it's necessary
for me to be able to use my

merchandise.

As a matter of fact, I dare say that I
can draw a pistol quite as fast as you

can use that.

Now, look, Appleby, I'm quite sure you
can handle a gun. But I think you've got

a lot to learn about the customers you
do business with. You hear me?

You do.

All right.

Now, you, um, are fast, aren't you?

He's fast.

Now, if I beat you to the draw, will you
accept my offer and lead me to Mr.

Brocious?

$200? $200.

Yeah? And, uh, if I beat you?

You keep the $200 anyway.

Well, uh, see the $200 right here.

There is the $200.

There.

Uh -huh.

And it ought to be close enough.

Oh?

Close enough for what?

Well, light a little fire.

Maybe we'll get their attention.

Come up here and take a look -see.

If I'd have been alone, I wouldn't have
known what to do.

I'm certainly glad you decided to come
along.

I was kind of afraid not to. You know,
the way you draw that gun in yours.

Oh, I've always loved guns.

I used to even dream of maybe someday
getting to be a marshal or a sheriff.

So what stops you?

No one would take me seriously.

Only way that I could convince them was
to shoot them.

I don't know, somehow it just didn't
seem to be worth it.

So you decided to sell guns, huh?

Mm -hmm.

Listen, I'm getting a little hungry. You
know, we've got this fire.

Why don't we eat? What do you say?
There's some stuff in that saddlebag

there. All right.

How about that?

What do you think?

I think we've been here long enough.

But why didn't they come?

I don't know.

What do you see when I ride over and
take a look, huh?

All right.

You mind if I ask you something?

No.

What? You do much business with men like
Brocious?

With, uh, outlaws, you mean?

Yes. Yes, I suppose you'd say I do.

You, uh, you think that's right?

I don't see why not.

You know, there's a lot of men in this
part of the country walking around free.

It wouldn't be because there weren't
enough people to catch him.

As long as you know what kind of a man
Brocious was.

Kind of silly of you to sell him a gun,
wasn't it?

Well, I'm afraid that I don't see it
your way.

If a man is walking about the streets
free, I don't think I'm supposed to

him.

The man's dead.

And he hasn't been dead very long,
either.

Who do you think did it?

I got an idea. It's your friend you sold
that gun to.

That's why he didn't come up and check
that fire of ours.

I better get that coach back to town.

What about Mr. Brocious?

He's gonna go anywhere where I can't
find him.

But look, we can't be of any help here
now.

We've come too far to go back.

Besides, you agreed to do this job.

You can't back off.

Look, Appleby, I've lived in this
country all my life.

I got a feeling right now I'm getting
into trouble I got no business in. You

don't owe me a cent because this is as
far as I go.

All right, then.

I'll tell you something.

I think you're crazy.

Then maybe I am too. So I'll just ride
along with you, Pete.

Let's go.

How far do you think we have to go?

Oh, right there.

Not far.

Why you been following us?

Well, uh, we weren't following you,
mister.

That's right. We were just leaving our
camp when we heard the shots.

We rode down to find out what it was
about.

So you were the ones making the smoke,
huh?

I don't know if you're lying or not, but
it don't make no difference.

Get moving.

Randall, I just thought of something.

Yeah, I know. We're a little bit late.

No, no, it's about the stagecoach. Shut
up, you two, and keep moving.

People. Don't you worry, Mr. Randall.

Since I see Mr. Brocious, everything
will be fine.

I'll bet it will.

Yeah.

You two find yourself a sitting place
over there.

Go on!

Now, just a minute. I think I've had
about enough of you, mister. I insist

seeing Mr. Brocious.

You do, huh?

You're a real sassy dude, aren't you?

Fancy hat and all.

That's right, dude. Hold on to it. All
right, you've gone too far this time.

I demand to see Mr. Brocious this
instant.

You do, huh?

Well, okay, dude.

You'll just get your demand.

Sit down.

Watch that.

Miss Randall, I was trying to tell you
on the trail I know about the stagecoach

and why they shot it up.

Cynthia Clybourne.

Who?

The senator's daughter.

She's the girl we saw in the lobby.

Well, she was on that stagecoach, and I
think they're holding her.

That's just great.

Why?

Now, look, as long as the brochures keep
to this nickel -and -dime rubbish, no

law is going to bother too much.

But the senator's daughter, what?

I think I have the whole army up here.

Listen, Appleby, don't go telling
brochures you know about the girl, huh?

Hey, shut up, you two.

What are we going to do?

There they are, Curly.

Well, if it ain't my old friend the
drummer.

Now, who tied these men up? Come on, cut
them loose.

I turn my back for a couple of hours and
come back and find my friend laced up

like a boot.

Who?

His name is Josh Rendell.

He's been serving as my guide.

Thought I recognized you, Mr. Randall.

It's been about six years ago.

Heard a lot about you.

Yeah, well, heard a lot about you, too.

Read in one of those little posters I
wager.

Is that what you come looking for me?

Nope. Glad to hear it.

I remember when you went looking for my
friend Pete Clooney.

Sure glad you ain't looking for me like
that.

Well, come on.

Let's have some coffee and get the kinks
out. Come on, Mr. Randall. Sit down

right over there.

You've got to forgive the boys.

They've been courage yet and they've got
their party manners.

I guess I'd better get started if I'm
going to deliver that message.

Yeah, you do that.

Well, now, what brings you up this way?

Well, it's about that gun that I sold
you a few weeks ago.

Tell me, do you still have it?

Yeah, why?

Ah, good, good.

Well, I'd like to buy it back from you.

I'm afraid it's defective. What's wrong
with it?

Well, you see, there was a flaw in the
machining of the cylinder.

Oh, it will work quite all right for a
while, but sooner or later it will

explode.

No good, huh?

I was lucky I didn't have to use it
much.

Yes.

Well, now, I can either give you back
your money, or if you prefer, I can

you to choose another gun from my case.

Now, that's what I call taking real good
care of the trade.

Toby, bring that case.

Now, this here's what I call a fine jet.

Thank you.

Very well.

Looks pretty good.

Yes, that's one of my finest models.

Yeah, I like this one.

Well, it's a bit more expensive than the
other, but I'm willing to absorb the

loss.

And I can assure you, Mr. Brocious,
nothing like this will ever happen

I'm sure it won't.

Go ahead, have some more coffee.

Sorry, but we really got to be getting
back.

Oh, I was kind of hoping you'd stay the
night.

Get a good start in the morning.

Thank you, but I have some business in
town.

I guess that we can't hold you up.

The only thing about it is

we get bears.

They come right up at night, make a lot
of racket.

Yeah, well, that could be dangerous.

Not if you know how to handle them.

Well, I guess you'll be wanting to get
going.

Tobin, get the horses.

Now, are you sure you can't stay?

Thank you very much, but no.

Now, you didn't really think old Bill
was going to let you get away from here,

did you?

Be kind of stupid of me.

Turn you loose and let you lead the
sheriff right back here. And tell him

kidnapped Miss Clyburn.

You know about her, huh?

Well, never mind. We didn't come up here
intending to betray you. We came up

here to help you. You came up here
because you were afraid if something

happen to me with this gun, me or my
boys would come looking for you.

I like you.

I want to keep you around.

More than I can say for you, Mr. Bounty
Hunter.

I'm warning you not to do that.

Put your

guns away or I'll shoot.

I'm warning you, I mean what I say.

Why, you little runt.

That peep -hopper of yours has only got
one bullet and you wouldn't know what to

do with that.

I'm an expert shot and the first man to
disobey me will find that out. Now put

your guns away.

He's got to be kidding.

No?

Well, he means it.

He better do like he says.

Willa.

You did try, didn't you?

Well, come on, gunslinger. I'll buy you
a drink.

You know, Mr. Randall, I've been
thinking.

I've sold many bad guns in my life.

Every time I've done business with a man
like Mr. Brocious.

It's not that the guns are so bad, you
know. It's the people who use them.

Hey, you know, that's a real pretty girl
over there.

Well, I've sold my last bad gun.

Have a whiskey.

Say, you're the guy that wanted soda
pop.

Funny thing is, the drummer came by
today.

I got you some.

Whiskey, please.

The man that brought in Curly Bill
Brochures ought to be able to order what

wants to drink.

This has been a four -star production.