All language subtitles for The Macahans s01e11 Gold

Howdy. What's your business, mister?

Just talking to a freighter down the
line, asking if we might buy some

What are you doing riding with them
engines?

They're my drovers. Cattle herds for
their people. They, uh, they wrap a

tribe. All right, I'll sell you cattle
that's 50 cents a head.

Only because I know their bones will be
bleaching in the badlands.

You know him, Uncle Sid?

Knew him a long ways back.

We're gonna drive 200 head over the
Hobbs Range into Colorado.

Take cattle across that wasteland?

Yeah, and I'm getting a mite tired of
people telling me it can't be done.

A cook, huh?

You'll be putting up with the night with
that storm headed in. Putting up for

the night here?

That's company rules, ma 'am.

With the entire room, you have to choose
a place right on top of us.

I never met up with a more edgy female.

He must have been walking a long time.

I see that little girl being too hurt to
climb back up to the road and trying to

get out the other way.

Can you help us search?

Young lady, looking at me with them big
blue eyes, I don't see how I can refuse

you. Oh, thank you.

Go on in that canyon. We'll need us four
saddled horses.

See that, Daniel?

Unshot.

Indian pony.

He's heading back time for me.

We can't look for Jesse ourselves.

Suppose I offer you $100 to continue
with us.

Man's got to look to his own scalp if
you get my meaning.

All right, $500.

You got yourself a pay -drawn scalp.

Let's go.

Guess I was foolish for running away
from you. I would have died without your

help.

One night and we'll be somewhere.

We're talking about women being here and
having to listen to you. Josh, don't

interfere. Oh, you figure that's gruff
talk.

Yes. What are you going to do when it
comes to the doing?

I think you better move on now. Go on.
Move.

Leave him alone.

Did Seb McCann give you that scar?

I'm raising your fee to $1 ,000.

It was the other $500 for.

You will behave respectfully towards my
niece and my nephew and myself.

I'm going to see that you boys get every
last dollar you think I owe you.

We'll be in touch.

You can figure on it. We'll be in touch.

That mountain man, he's carrying a lot
of cash.

It may be worthwhile if we met up with
him. Couldn't take more than five of us.

Whoa, whoa, boys.

Too much alkali in the river up ahead,
Tap. We're going to have to stampede the

cattle across before they get a chance
to drink.

What,

Mr. Henry?

Oh, nothing, son. I was just talking to
myself.

It's a habit I picked up when I used to
stay at night watch to see.

Jeffrey be good cook.

Mr. Henry does the cooking. Then you're
a good helper.

Me like Jeffrey, maybe.

I don't want no engine liking me.

What do you got against engines, boy?

What if I meet my dog?

Well, I reckon a whole lot worse things
than that can happen to a man in his

lifetime.

It would be a big help to scout a day or
two ahead for water. There's no doubt

about that. I just don't like the idea
of you out there alone in Apache

Luke. I told you not to worry.

I've acquired a little savvy in rough
country. I can take care of myself.

Luke, I got a thing I want to say to
you.

Been watching you grow, boy.

I'm proud.

I don't figure you're any more of the
custom to handing out a compliment as I

to getting one.

Take care, Luke.

I'll do that, Uncle Zeb.

The direction he took, yeah.

I'd say he's got selling on his mind.

Selling?

Selling what?

Slave trade's flourishing business south
of Cimarron, ma 'am.

Slave trade?

Oh, my God.

Not just colored.

Patchy's down along that border buying
men, women, white and red.

They sell them to the mountain
Comancheros, a place they call Valley of

Lord, Mr. Beasley, we've got to move
faster.

We have to catch up with them somehow.

Yeah, well, the trouble with following a
trail is we keep moving slower than

they do.

What?

There's got to be some way.

Well, I got an idea.

You're up to it.

Yes, what is it?

Cut right across them flats.

Meet them in a place they call Crazy Man
Pass.

What, out there?

Don't change an Indian's nature, ma 'am.

That buck is going to stick right along
these rim rocks here.

All the way down south.

I'm not going to leave a trail for
anybody to follow.

We're never going to catch up to them
that way.

We cut a ride across those flats.

Riding day and night, we stand a pretty
good chance of meeting them at the pass.

By daylight.

That's if he's gone where I think he's
gone.

Of course, that's a real rough ride.

Especially for a woman.

Rough it may be.

But we'll ride through those flats, and
if needs be, we'll ride both day and

night, Mr.

Peasley. Come on, get up.

Get up.

Come on, Daniel.

Move it.

out here.

I know you could travel a lot faster by
yourself.

But I really hate that you don't take
any notice of me.

Well, if you were talking to me in no
matter what language, I'd be looking at

you.

That's a polite thing to do.

Jesse.

said my name.

I thought you didn't understand.

Jesse.

Jesse, that's my name.

What's your name?

Jesse.

Tilo.

Tilo.

Tilo.

That's a nice name.

You look nice when you smile.

There's an old man in those rocks.

Didn't you hear me?

He might need help.

What is the matter with you?

You helped me.

I just want to see if he needs help.

I don't know what's the matter with you.

He might be dying of thirst.

She'd say, like, oh, she went, ah.

Now she's, oh, she's not gay, that's
what they go.

But she went, ah.

She died yesterday.

No, no, she's not going to stay.

She's going to take care of herself,
though.

She's not going to stay.

She's going to take care of herself.

I brought you some food and water.

But you've been out here all day in this
hot sun.

You'll die.

I will die very soon now.

But I don't understand.

It is the way.

I knew we should have come earlier.

When we first saw you.

But he wouldn't let me.

My grandson was right.

Grandson?

His father forbade him to stay behind.

But he would not listen.

And so he found you.

It was written.

So go now. My spirits call.

My time is here.

It's a...

There you go in there in the Schneider

I owe a lot to you, Tilo.

If I was caught out here all alone in
the sandstorm, I probably would have

hugged the ground and died.

I keep forgetting that you don't
understand what I'm saying.

Do you mind me talking?

Sometimes I think you can sense what I'm
talking about.

Anyway, something happened to me today
when we were burying your grandfather.

I don't understand the words you were
saying over his grave, but I knew it was

some sort of a prayer.

Tilo, it was so strange.

I was talking to your grandfather not
more than a minute.

Then I saw him die right in front of my
eyes.

But as I listened to you pray over his
grave, not knowing what you were saying,

I knew him.

I suddenly knew an old man who wouldn't
eat or drink, and he said it was his

time to die.

He even spoke English.

I guess he was a big chief.

Are you going to be a big chief someday?

Keep forgetting that you don't
understand my words.

I think you will be. Big chief of your
tribe.

There isn't much water left.

done someday.

I'll have you hanging by your scalp
locks by the time the sun sets.

You may not be the worst shot in
Eastport, but you sure qualify to be his

brother, I'll tell you that.

Now, you might try saying thank you
before you start criticizing my aim,

Besides, I don't want to kill somebody
unless I have to.

Well, I sure can't fault you for that.

It would be a better country if more
people had your views.

Here, help me pick up these papers, will
you?

Papers?

You need a better idea to get out of
these parts before them renegades decide

come back and lift a couple scalps? If
you spent all winter writing up these

legal opinions, you'd gamble a few locks
not to have to redo all that work, too.

Anyway, those two were drunk when they
jumped me.

It's sleeping off time for them now.

Oh, by the way, my name is Darryl
Renson.

Luke Smith.

Oh, come on, boy. If you're gonna lie
about your name, use some imagination.

Say that you're Luther G.

Hoppenfeather. Nobody will give you a
second look.

I'll have to remember that.

Renson? That be Judge Renson?

Same.

We ever meet before?

Uh, no.

I just heard of the name.

Well, maybe you got some reason to stay
clear of the law, is that it?

Well, if it is it, you best I keep that
fact to myself, wouldn't you say, Judge?

Well, I believe in the scales balancing
themselves out, so you can just feel

that I owe you. So barring murder and
mayhem and rape, why, you can just

consider that the law owes you a favor.

Well, I never saw it enough fair to
commit any of those crimes, Judge.

Well, I sure am glad to hear that.

Name's Luke McCann.

McCann?

If I remember right.

My Uncle Zeb said you were a judge up in
Three Rivers, held a hearing on his

killing of two men.

Zeb McCann.

Well, I sure do know Zeb McCann.

Hey, uh, isn't he heading up some sort
of cattle drive from down here using an

all -Indian crew?

Well, the fact is they're watering near
Stone Creek. He used to hear it.

That's where I was headed when I spotted
you.

I've got to go right past there on my
way to Las Mesas. I'll tell you what,

join up with you. We'll stop in and say
hello. How's that?

That's the deal.

Yeah, sure, I'm glad you saw me here.

That all Missouri wants you for?

Isn't that enough, shooting a sheriff in
the arm? Ah, the way you talk about

him, you didn't have much choice in the
matter.

About that horse -stealing charge.

I might say I didn't have much choice
there either, Judge.

It was either get out fast or get
lynched without a trial.

Suppose you tell me exactly what
happened, Luke. I mean, if you were

the child.

How did you manage to travel all the way
to Missouri?

Managed it mostly at night.

Walked some, got rides partway in a
wagon and a riverboat I sneaked aboard.

It wasn't long after that Missouri had
posters out on me.

Anyway, just kept heading in the general
direction of home.

I was on foot crossing the Missouri
border.

I was in uniform and came across a dead
civilian, so I changed clothes with him.

Now, wait a minute, boy.

You telling me you were deserting from
the army?

No, sir.

I wasn't deserting anything, because I
wasn't ever in the army in the first

place.

And I'll tell you about that later.

I sure picked the wrong man to change
clothes with.

That boy sure is a picture of a peaceful
soul, ain't he, though?

Morning. Oh, see?

Wait, Sheriff.

I ain't no horse to you.

You ride in on that there animal?

Yeah.

I sure did.

But I didn't steal it.

I found him.

I can even vouch for that there
statement.

Fact is, I even witnessed this boy
finding my horse in my pasture.

Well, give me a chance to explain, will
you? You say you put a bullet in this

fellow. I don't see no wound.

Thought I did.

Saw him lurch clean over the horse's
neck when I fired.

Told you I hit him.

Yeah, you hit him all right, mister.

As a matter of fact, he's dead right
now.

See, I found his body and the horse was
standing right next to him.

Well, I just wanted to change clothes
with him. That was all.

See, I needed a horse because I had to
get to a doctor.

I had to get to a doctor. My wound broke
open and it was bleeding again.

That story don't sit straight.

No, how?

Well, I can prove it to you.

Yeah, I can prove it to you. I can take
you to the body.

There's bodies scattered all over this
countryside.

Now, you traded clothes.

What would be the reason for that?

Well, I was still in uniform.

I had to get out because I might be
picked up.

What kind of uniform are you talking
about?

Union.

Shoot.

Union Army.

You're nothing but a deserting Yankee
horse thief.

We got us a rafter right here.

And a rope.

He deserves everything he's gonna get.

Sheriff, I'm not a deserter or a horse
thief.

In fact, I wasn't even in the Union
Army.

Look, my name's Luke McCain. I come down
from Nebraska looking for my pa.

This, this, this army patrols was
shorthanded. They put a uniform on me

put a rifle in my hand.

You doing a fight?

Yeah.

Shiloh.

Sheriff, you're not going to let them
hang me.

You kill any southern boys in that
battle, Shiloh?

A boy no older than me.

That's when I threw down my rifle.

Sheriff, I was just so, so sexy in that
boy dying that I just walked away from a

war I wasn't even supposed to be in.

No, wait, Sheriff!

Sheriff! Sheriff, I'm innocent!

Sheriff, you can't hang a man without a
trial!

A man who steals a horse, he's a sinner!

He gets himself strung out on the same
day!

Make it back!

Stay back!

They say the sheriff denies that he and
his men were attempting to hang you. Is

that right?

Well, I read in the papers.

Both of them swearing up and down that
they were just trying to tie me up, not

lynch me.

Well, you sure got yourself a problem,
son.

I can tell you that.

Well, but some things could be proved,
Judge.

Like the fact that...

The horse Luke was riding wasn't stolen
by him. He just found it.

It's no longer relevant.

In escaping from that town after
wounding the sheriff, Luke was knowingly

on that stolen horse.

It sure wasn't on my mind to be fussy
about how I left town.

It just seems to me a rank shame that
Luke can't be running around free after

all this time. By the way, he's got to
be looking back over his shoulder. A

bronc and a corral's got more running
room than he's got.

Now, Judge, let me tell you something. I
know how it is with all you politicians

back there in Washington.

I mean, judges and governors and such
like that. You all eat from the same

trough, so to speak.

Well, I'd prefer another analogy.

All right, what's your point? Well, the
point is, you figure you owe Luke here a

favor for what he done.

All right, why don't you find somebody
in Missouri that can help him out that

you figure owes you a favor?

let's consider the options.

One, we could have Luke surrender
himself in the state of Missouri and

the wisdom and the mercy of a Missouri
judge.

Of course, I don't imagine I'll hear a
great deal of applause and a loud

stomping of feet about that suggestion.

Well, as the professor that taught me
the law once said, every lawyer worth

his salt could find a loophole in the
Ten Commandments of press.

Luke, I think that we'll have you
arrested in the territory of New Mexico.

In the fourth judicial district over
which I preside.

Wait a minute.

I'm not wanted for anything in New
Mexico. Or are you saying that I can get

fair trial from you for what I'm wanted
for in Missouri?

No, no, no.

You'd still have to stand trial in the
state of Missouri where the alleged

was committed.

That's our little loophole.

You see, Missouri would have to ask for
extradition.

And I will simply recommend against the
extradition. Well, all right, then I'd

take care of them in New Mexico. But
what about outside the territory?

Well, the Missouri governor would pardon
them. A pardon?

I do love a back door.

And that's what we have here.

You see, the hearing under my
jurisdiction would prove that Luke

victim of a crime.

Certainly not his perpetrator.

I see. And you figure that the governor
of Missouri would go along with your

judgment on that?

Oh, I think he'll trust my instincts
that justice is being well served. The

as I have trusted his on occasion.

Now, we may not use the same trough,
Zed, but we both know where a few of the

bodies are buried.

You and the governor of Missouri buried
some bodies, Judge?

Well, that's figuratively speaking, son.

I'm going to have to remind myself to
stop using that expression, I guess.

Well, Judge, I can't tell you how much I
appreciate what you're doing for Luke

here. His being wanted by the law,
that's a mighty big concern to the

family.

Well, I'm sure we can set that concern
to rest, Zeb.

By the way, do you know the Eastern
newspapers are talking about Zeb McCahan

his Arapaho drovers opening up a new
cattle trail?

Well, we got a ways to go before that
comes to a fact.

Are you sure you can make it without me,
Uncle Zeb?

Luke, you just get that pardon.

Meet me when I bring this herd in.

We're gonna have us a celebration.

Well, I hope your Uncle Zeb hasn't
miscalculated what it takes to move

through the North Waste.

I reckon he sees some gambling to it.

Yeah, I guess he does.

Well, we got a three -day ride to Las
Mesas. We better get started.

I don't believe it.

I can't wait.

Well, there's somebody's gutting him.

Yeah.

Oh.

The breed with him, huh?

It's more like white baggage to me.

Well, if you're right, she'll bring us a
good price down in the valley.

Come on, let's go.

That felt so good.

Ah, Jesse.

Jesse.

Cee -lo Jesse.

That has a nice sound.

Hey, let's go.

Let's get him.

Sheila, what is it?

Now didn't look too old.

I'd hold out for a fancy price for five,
maybe $600.

Up in the rig.

Hey,

let's go.

He's got the girl with him.

There he is.

All right.

You take him from the front.

I'll try to get behind him.

backtrack the girl. You make one move,
Bucko, you're in happy hunting ground.

Girl!

You gonna come out of there on your own?

Because if you make me come in there
after you, I'm gonna drag you out by

hair.

a sign of her?

Nah. She must have hightailed it up into
those rocks.

Maybe they got a place they're living
and she's headed there.

Well, we can beat out this bucko up
above.

He's worth more hard money than me,
isn't he?

Las Mesas where you spend most of your
time, Judge?

That's centrally located, but there are
a lot of favorable pluses, like the

Cattleman's Club here having a nice
spacious courtroom for major trial.

Overall, I found that Las Mesas to be a
particularly warm and friendly town in

which to headquarter.

Yeah, I can see how it grows on you real
fast.

Especially your porthouse.

Yeah, the porthouse.

Hey, hey, watch that lady there.

Well, young man, I hope we make a downed
delivery, Sable, before you fall off

that horse.

Yeah, I feel pretty good about meeting
up with you, Judge.

I see myself relaxing for a change.

I always got a tight feeling coming into
a strange town.

I mean, you know, being wanted by the
law.

Well, since the war, Luke, there have
been a lot of young men in your

Victims of the time.

But they were still men of strong moral
value.

We've got to bind this country of ours
together.

We collectively made mistakes.

So collectively, we've got to heal those
wounds.

I can see now why my Uncle Zeb said you
were one of the smartest men he ever

met.

I understand that.

That's what he said.

Yeah,

thank you there, Chan, or Wong. It's low
sin.

Howdy.

Dave Russell, Marshal Los Mises.

Good to meet you, Marshal.

Yeah, Judge said you'd be coming over
here to talk to me. Yeah, he'd fill me

on you coming out of this with a clean
slate.

I guess you and the judge are longtime
friends, huh?

I don't want to seem impolite, Marshal,
but you don't generally fool around with

another man's gun.

Luke, one of my duties is to take a gun
away from my prisoner.

Prisoner? Well, you turned yourself in
for stealing a horse, didn't you?

Uh... Borrowing a horse is closer to the
truth.

Well, in any event, you sitting down in
my jail wearing a gun, well, it'd make a

peculiar -looking picture now, wouldn't
it?

Yeah.

You know, I clean forgot that I was
going to have to stay a while in jail.

kind of technicality, according to the
judge.

Yeah, kind of.

Hmm.

No notches.

Why should there be notches?

Well, you killed near half a dozen men,
didn't you?

It wasn't half a dozen.

And I shot in self -defense.

Well, I'm sure you did.

I don't see how a judge could be
recommending an easy time for a boy that

commits himself half a dozen murders.

I'm sure those men deserve what they
got.

You, uh, are taken too kindly to me. Oh,
why would I not be taken kindly to

you? Hey, call me Dave.

No, I think I better call you Marshall.

There's some truth to that, though.

You're not taken kindly to me?

You and me ain't even met before.

Why would I not be taken to you?

All I know about you is that record the
judge has me write in my arrest book.

The killings, the horse... I mean,
borrowing a horse. Excuse my selecting

wrong word.

Putting a bullet in the arm of Sheriff
Martin Stillman.

Crippling a lawman.

But that was an accident.

Well, more or less.

Wasn't it?

No, Marshal, it was no accident.

Well, boy, I'll be waiting at the jail
for you to turn yourself in.

Somebody said Judge Renson lives up
here. Yeah, right over there.

Oh, thanks.

Hey, the judge headed out of town about
an hour ago.

What did he say where he was going?

He's filling in for Judge Cogan.

He'll be out of town a while.

I meant to tell you that.

Just slipped my mind, I guess.

How long before he's back in town?

Well, two weeks or so.

He said to tell you not to worry while
he's gone.

Not to worry?

What are these for?

It's for you, boy.

Make sure this time you don't go
wandering around town.

I did mention you come into the jail.

I just wanted to have a word or two with
the judge, is all.

Well, that might be for a while, boy.

What's he done, Marshal?

Oh, look here.

Well, not much, Will.

This boy's just handy with a gun, and he
proves it on occasion.

Let's get.

How long do you know Sheriff Stillman?

I didn't know him. Why?

The way you talked about me crippling
him, like he didn't sit with you.

You're dead right there. Don't sit with
me.

Nope. I never had the pleasure of
knowing Martin Stillman.

I was a lawman.

I was shot while wearing a badge.

You might say that. Don't sit with me.

You know, boy, it'd be a good idea.

If you behave yourself while you're in
my custody.

Sheriff Stillman.

I guess you heard.

With that crippled arm you gave him,
he's no longer a sheriff.

Look, Marshal.

It was an ugly thing, all of it.

And I try real hard not to think about
it.

Well, he thinks about you, from what I
hear.

You know he's a wealthy man now, in the
feed and grain business.

But that money don't mean nothing to
him.

All he thinks about is some wet -eared
kid. They got him walking around with an

arm full of pain.

Now, that was his doing.

You see, son, I'm carrying two slugs in
my back from a boy that's even younger

than you.

And whenever the weather gets damp, they
hurt like hellfire.

So I kind of know how Stillman feels.

It's going to be a real surprise to find
something down in Las Mesas of interest

to him.

You know, somebody's going to be
thinking about your future maybe as much

are.

I'll get you some dinner now.

arguing that side of it. All I'm saying
is a hundred dollars in gold for livin'

the hoof engine is worth the extra
effort.

Scalp can't be worth more than twenty
-five.

Yeah, I know that.

But I'd almost give up that live money
just for the pleasure of peelin' his

scalp right here. If you weren't worth a
hundred in gold live instead of dead,

I'd bury you up to your nose in an
anthill. Oh, leave it be, Casey.

That gal stays afoot.

We won't be straying too far away from
that water.

Anyway, we might pick up a sign of her
in the morning.

I'll take all night.

Hit the deck, you cow nurses.

All right.

Half a day's gone and we ain't made a
penny.

Roll out, it's getting cold.

Come on, boys, hurry up.

Mr. McCann, can I ask you a favor?

Sure, Jeffrey, what is it?

Well, I'd sort of like to get out of
cooking chores sometime and learn how to

a drover.

Well, I don't know about that, son. But
I've been watching how everybody works

around here.

and do the job.

But you're already doing the job. You're
helping tap with the chuck wagon.

I don't know if he could get along
without you.

Mr. McCahan, I do Jeffrey favor.

I cook.

Jeffrey learned drove.

I never asked no engine for a favor.

Now, Jeffrey, you know, you've got a few
things to learn, and I don't mean just

about drove and neither.

Now, if Otterbell there wants to help
you out... I think that's pretty nice of

him. But you got some apologizing to do
first.

Better think about that.

Jeffrey, it all right.

You drove her sometime.

I helped cook sometime.

It no favor.

I hope we can get far enough away.

When they find out we're gone, oh,
they've got horses.

Yes, he did need them, Jesse.

He loved them.

I guess you're thanking me for cutting
you loose.

But I owed it to you.

You forgot to take your pony with you,
bucko.

Did ya, did ya?

If you're sorry, it ain't gonna hurt you
none. Let's

get him!

I have to beat the ladies over the stick
tonight, Ed.

I wish that were so, Dave.

Say, you got anything for me before I
set my presses?

Well, we'll keep no lady hating her out
again over their Eastport offenses.

She's threatening to put them away with
a shotgun. And just maybe this time,

she'll make good on it. Oh, now, that
old bitty, she's chewed my ear for the

last time. She's just looking for
publicity.

You got anything else?

Well, Adams may be putting another stage
line, but you've heard about that.

Yeah. Oh, yeah, Judge Renson came in.

Doc, it's pretty much routine.

Well, routine except for the killer kid
that came in with him.

Forget I used that expression, Ed. The
judge has a personal interest in this

fella, and there's no sense in me
getting on the hind side of Renson.

Just a minute, Dave. You said killer
kid.

Do me a favor, Ed.

It's going to be a quiet extradition
hearing and the kid goes free.

The judge is not going to look too
kindly on anybody rocking this boat.

Look, I don't give a tinker's damn about
rocking the judge's boat.

Are you saying, Dave, that he's using
his robe to pull a fast one?

God, Ed, have mercy.

Look, Ed.

I don't want to get caught in the middle
of this.

Look, I won't take out no advertisement
that you've been talking to me.

All right, a little trade and all.

I'll give you the whole inside story.

You tell Judge Renson, if he asks, maybe
he won't.

But you got it from somebody else.

You got yourself a trade.

Good afternoon, Mr. McCain.

I'm Ed Walters. I edit the Las Mesa
Chronicle.

Marshal Russell says it's entirely up to
you whether you grant me an interview

giving your side of the story.

Now, do you have any objection to
talking to a newspaper man?

Uh, I don't know. Well, you don't have
to talk, you know. In fact, if you've

anything to hide, something that's best
left unsaid.

Perhaps you'd like to speak to a lawyer
before making any public statement.

Well, it's not a question of me hiding
anything.

I guess I just never talked to a
newspaper man before.

I expect to see someone with two heads,
I bet.

Say, Luke, did you mind if I call you
Luke?

No, fine with me.

Of course, this will all be a matter of
public record at your extradition

hearing. So, again, if you've got any
reservations about seeing past actions

print, we'll forego the interview.

Nothing I ever did I'm ashamed of. Well,
I'll see that those words are

emphasized.

Now, getting back to the first man you
ever killed, I understand that there was

a lady involved.

How'd you learn about that?

Oh, you are saying there was a lady
involved.

I guess, in a way.

See, I had to shoot.

There was no time to... There was no
time to think.

No time to think.

Tell me, would you say that handling a
gun becomes instinctive?

Instinct. You know, a reflex action. You
draw on fire when confronted by an

adversary without consciously evaluating
the situation.

I'm not sure that's a question that
applies to me.

It doesn't apply to you.

Mr. McCain, Luke, I can't help asking
you a very candid question.

Do you honestly feel that you are
entitled to your freedom?

Mr. McCain!

Want a paper?

I have to.

I'm up half the night again.

I'm glad the doctor might forgive me.

Sugar pills are all the good they've
been doing.

I'll speak to him today about changing
your prescription.

Martin, I think a three -weeks holiday,
perhaps down to the

Gulf, might do you some good.

That's out of the question.

Until we get that Jeffers deal snugged
in, then there's nobody down at that

office that's capable.

There's something in here about Luke
McCann, and I want you to finish it up.

Please, would you forget what this boy
did to you?

For your sake, forget him.

Doubt of his guilt.

Word from a judge's mouth.

Martin, you've got to.

Territory of New Mexico.

You're not traveling bags packed.

Now, let me finish, Martin.

You have got to put this out of your
mind.

You've got to leave all that ugliness
behind you.

Martin, what is the point?

Of torturing yourself like this.

I don't have to be especially torturing
myself.

Having this with me every waking hour.

Put the arm behind me.

Leave it. It's chained to me, woman.

Not even hearing my testimony, they're
saying he's not guilty.

Just who did Luke McCann get to in that
territory in New Mexico?

What kind of back rubbing's being done
down that way?

Let's get me back.

mexico you see me being kept from that
so -called extradition you're dreaming

woman you can't send down a deposition
i'm gonna face that lion mouth killer

i'm gonna squeeze those lies back in his
teeth and find out just who's seeing to

that yankee boy set free to walk the
streets not even thinking about the

he's spilled i'll wait for you to see
the consuming hatred what it's doing for

your life

I'll shoot McKee and put a bullet in his
arm.

Your life stopped, Martin.

A lot of men would say your life truly
started with that bullet.

You know, from wearing a sheriff's badge
and walking a dusty street in a small

town, you've become a very influential
businessman in this city.

Where the hell he pulled it off?

I know it's in the wind.

a judge recommended against extradition.

Now Luke McKeon's got himself a safe
place he can spend the rest of his life.

If that is what's going to happen,
there's nothing you can do about it.

Not much I can do.

I can make you a promise.

If Luke McKeon is freed, I'd dedicate
myself.

To making him regret he ever left that
jail cell.

No longer protected by those bars.

I dedicate my life to seeing that every
moment of Luke McCahan's remaining

years are going to be made as miserable
as he's made mine.

So help me, oh, Maddox.

Because you're not on there.

I guess you're saying goodbye.

Pilo?

I'm only alive because of you.

Mr. Peevely, I want you to know that the
McKay and family

and myself are deeply indebted to you.

That's all right, Miss Cohane.

I generally find myself giving the
better of bargain.

The better of... Oh, I suppose you mean
the money.

Let's do you for your services.

Yeah, that's right.

Money do me for my services.

White Eagle?

Who calls Zeb McCahan that?

Tribes from Mountain.

You know, somehow or other, I got the
feeling lately that you bucks never

thought that much of old Zeb.

Many say we can no get cattle through
desert.

I thought something was going on back
there.

The cattle are after.

Get them out of here before we lose some
more.

Get out of here.

Hold

your

fire. Got you, dogs.

We go. We kill.

Never mind about that. Just round up the
herd and get them headed back right

now. I'll wrap a wound at the fridge and
face a bunch of you.

Now hold on here. Losing half a dozen
head of cattle is a cheap price to pay

getting across Apache land.

Get back to her. Get them rounded up.

it ain't worth mentioning.

If I recollect, that makes it even.

So, man.

Looks like you got a mite lucky.

Did your head hurt?

Good. I hope it keeps hurting until you
get some common sense into it.

Good morning, Missy.

How are the McCain ladies after a little
sojourn in the desert?

We're fine, Mr. Peasley. And we're very
grateful for the help you gave us.

Well, you know, your Aunt Molly hired me
on, so I figured I was just

accomplishing what I got paid to do.

Hey, you know, if that material there is
for making of a skirt, I'd kind of lean

toward the red.

I mean, I earned a healthy man alive. I
don't appreciate seeing a woman's body

kind of move around under a red skirt.

Your grandmother said if I came around
town today, she'd see about me getting

paid. Well, she's at the bank now
getting the money for you.

I'll just run over there and have me a
little something to kind of wash the

down before I go over there.

Yeah, a red skirt's a sure way to stir a
man up, you know.

Gals ought to remember that.

from up in the South. We have interest
in the McCann family.

What's in it, Cory?

That's your brother Luke and Dale. They
sure got a long list of things he'd done

there, like killing and such.

Can I keep this paper, Cory?

Yeah, sure can.

Thanks a lot.

Let me check on the more recent entries,
Mrs. Colhane.

Molly,

you'd better take a look at this.

Luke's not with Uncle Deb anymore. He's
in jail.

What? In jail?

Just read all the things they're saying
about Luke.

Talking about the people he shot, like
Luke practically... Shh.

Like Luke practically shot him for no
reason.

Well, Josh, I think it sounds worse than
it really is. Look, Judge Renson, who

will preside over the hearing, stated to
this newspaper his preliminary findings

lead to considerable doubt Luke McCann
would be a judge guilty in any impartial

trial. But, Aunt Molly, I still don't
like the idea of Luke being in jail.

I think maybe I should head on down to
New Mexico.

Make sure Luke doesn't need any help.

Well, Josh, that's a very long trip for
a boy to take.

Boy is just an expression, dear.

But it still is a very long trip, Josh.
That's just it, Aunt Molly.

I mean, it's such a long way off. And if
Luke's in trouble, we'll never be able

to help him until it's too late.

He might even need a lawyer.

Now, that's a thought.

Luke might need a lawyer.

Yes,

perhaps you should take that trip, Josh.

Yes, by all means.

Yeah.

Yeah, see if I can't borrow myself a
good saddle horse.

Head out first thing tomorrow morning.

Youngster appears to be real pleased
about something, Molly.

Yes, Mr. Peasley, he's going to make a
trip to see his brother Luke down in New

Mexico. Oh?

Oh, yeah. I think I heard something
about the black sheep of the McCann

being in jail down there.

Mr. Peasley, please.

Luke is not the black sheep of the
McCann family.

No.

I believe I requested more than once
that you address me as Mrs. Culhane.

My trouble is pretty lady.

When I see a female that I'm keenly fond
of, it's second nature with me to

address her by her first name. But I
guess I can call you pretty lady if that

would be more pleasing. I'm sorry for
the delay, Mrs. Culhane.

Oh, not at all, Mr.

Cosgrove.

In addition to the $1 ,000, which,
incidentally, I am paying to this

I will need... I

will need an extra $200 in cash.

My nephew, Josh, has an urgent trip to
make.

Mrs. Culhane, that personal draft you
deposited with us, the transfer of the

funds from Chicago, well, I'm afraid
there'll be some delay before we can

that to your account here.

Why?

It's over a week since I telegraphed
that money to your bank.

Oh, I'm certain there's no cause for
alarm, Mrs. Culhane.

We've been having transit delays these
days. All too common, I'm sorry to say.

You can be sure Chicago will confirm by
the end of this week.

If this gentleman could wait a few days.

You can pay me the end of the week.

Well, of course, I will need the 200 in
cash to see Josh on his way.

I'm delighted I can finally be of
service, ma 'am.

I must say, Mr. Peasley, you're being
very gracious about this delay.

Well, I imagine you're anxious to leave
Elk Creek as soon as possible.

Sometimes delays should be used to
advantage, Molly.

You really mind me calling you Molly?

I suppose I'll have to concede that
point.

Speaking of conceding, I imagine a good
-looking widow like yourself must need a

relaxing time or two.

I'm not sure I understand what you mean
by a relaxed time or two, Mr. Peasley.

Now, don't bother to explain.

I guess I'd better get myself a little
barbershop.

I'm not much for bragging, Molly, but I
ain't a bad -looking man when I get out

of a barber chair.

I commend your modesty, Mr. Beasley.

Oh, are you staying at the hotel?

Room number's 14.

Mr. Beasley, I don't need your room
number.

I just need to know how to locate you
for when that money arrives.

Don't worry, Molly. I plan on staying
pretty close.

20, 40, 60, 80, 100.

I borrowed the saddle gun from Mr.
Sebring.

Josh, are you sure you're in need of a
gun?

I have to shoot game B, don't I?

Josh, isn't there any way that you can
take the stage down there?

No. No stage goes directly to Las Mezas.
I'd have to travel all over the

territories just to get there.

Oh, Josh.

I think I've never been away from home
before.

You haven't.

Be careful on the trail, dear. I will.

I'll be sure and write you from Las
Mesas, Aunt Molly. Do.

And give Luke our love.

I'll do that, Aunt Molly.

Well, everybody take care.

We will.

Yeah.

Such long faces.

You know, I think that chicken stew
that's simmering on the stove could do

some onions. Does anybody know where
there's a wild onion patch? I do.

Down by the creek.

Well, let's go and get some. I'll get my
hat.

Onions!

No,

I don't believe that at all.

I don't think your Uncle Zeb would even
start... Not such a venture.

If he didn't think it had a reasonable
chance of succeeding.

But they say even the rivers down that
way can't be crossed.

They're either full of rapids or
quicksand.

You worry too much, Jessie.

Uncle Seb knows more about the
wilderness than... Sam?

Than anybody.

I'm more worried about Luke and Josh.

Funny.

Laura, what are you looking for?

Tiny bits of metal in the roots.

See?

I'm almost afraid to think what this
might be.

Aunt Molly, this looks like gold.

Gold?

Very well be.

That was some good cooking, Gene.

Tracking ladies ain't never been a
chore.

Somebody's coming.

That man, Peeveley.

I'm worried about Bobby Sauer.

Thought somebody would find the water
cold, all that screaming and yelling I

hearing.

Why, Mr.

Peasley, what on earth are you doing
here?

Well, I was by the freight depot when
some freight and stuff came in for Molly

Colleen.

Oh, yes, they must be my things from
Chicago. I've been expecting them. Sure,

thought I'd do the neighborly thing and
save you the trouble of toting them out

from town.

Oh, well, thank you.

Taking wild onions, eh?

I got it.

Come here, I want it for you.

One for me.

I thought maybe somebody was telling a
funny story, all that laughing I was

hearing up there.

Oh, no, nothing very funny.

Female humor, you know how it is, Mr.
Peasley.

Well, girls, I think we've picked enough
for today, and there are some chores

that need to be done at the house, so
come along now.

I'll give you a hand.

Oh, it's quite all right. Don't bother,
Mr. Peasley.

No problem.

Oh, once more.

You know, all those heavy furnishings
and stuff, Molly, how are you going to

break those crates open all by yourself?

I'm sure I can manage. Thank you.

I'll give you a hand. We'll get
everything unpacked, squared away as

eat, all right?

My nose kind of told me there's chicken
stew on the stove when I come in.

The beach hall cooking, it just ain't
been invented yet.

There's got to be a woman's touch in
food, and I don't care what them big

chefs say.

Well, what do they say, Mr. Peasley?

Well... Well,

I heard one of them put it one time. A
lot of things a woman does better than

cooking.

You know what I mean.

Mr. Peasley.

Boy, I disputed him right off, Molly, I
did.

I'm going to miss you not putting the
onions in, though.

I'm not faulting you.

Well,

my recipe calls for simmering the onions
overnight. We just didn't have time to

do that.

Aunt Molly, I'm finished now, so I think
I'll just go wash and clean the onions

now so we can stew them tonight.

Thank you, dear.

Why don't you tell us about your
scouting days? I mean, did you ever

Michael there?

No. Didn't exactly travel then.

Kind of met up. We had our differences.

We let bygones be now.

It was over a trap line in the Rockies.