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I had to send for you, Ben. We got a problem.

What's your problem?

Him.

It's the law.

He says we can't go through the cut.

You tell him we had it right away?

Yes, I told him, but he still says no.

I didn't know how he wanted to handle it.

You know, if we get lucky in a poker game one of these days, we might lose

railroad.

Well, I'll go talk to him. You stay here. All right.

Well...

Frank, run that out.

Morning. Morning.

I understand you stopped my surveying crew from going through.

Sure did.

They have a right of way.

Provided no local title exists.

And one does on this mine.

Mine's listed as abandoned.

Mistake. The owners still control it, and they don't want no trespassing.

Well, I'm afraid we're going to have to go through the only opening for 200

miles. Well, you ain't going to go through it or over it, past it, without

permission.

Injunction signed by Judge Burris.

And who is Judge Burris?

Gil Burris from Bitterroot.

He's a district judge.

He's part.

Ain't much, but he's all we got.

And who asked for the injunction?

Alice Fuller.

Gene's widow.

And Rafe Benton. He just got out of jail last week.

Now, if you're fixing to contact them, don't.

You'll just open up a lot of old wounds.

I've bought a lot of right -of -ways.

Always there's some sort of problem. Either a little one or a big one.

But you can't just back off and face a problem.

I'd like to point something out to you, Mr. Calhoun.

I got this valley in a kind of balance.

Nice and quiet.

It's been a hard job.

Now, if you go throwing your weight around, boy, your life will knock it out

balance. I've got a railroad to build, Sheriff, and I'm going to build it.

Even if I have to upset the balance of your valley a little bit.

What if you could tell me where I might find Judge Burris? Well, who wants him?

I do.

Ben Calhoun?

Joe Burris is over there, Mr. Calhoun.

He ain't crazy about getting his poker disturbed unless you're a paying client.

Thank you.

I'll remember that. Mr. Calhoun, may I have a word with you?

Sure. I'm Matt Arnold. This is Craig Garson.

Pleased to meet you.

We hear you got your railroad in trouble.

Well, maybe.

We'd sure like to see that line go through.

Bring a little money into this godforsaken town.

That's nice to hear for a change.

If you need any help, you just look us up. Arnold and Garson.

Maybe we can give you a hand. Now, look, Greg, I don't want to get involved.

Shut up, Matt.

I know what I'm doing.

If this town decides we want the railroad, we're going to get it.

Even if we have to take on Ray Benton first and or Alice Fuller.

Thank you, Jim.

Looks like I got a full house.

Sometimes I think I'll go back to Hennessy's roulette wheel. That wheel

Yeah, well, it's better than playing poker with a human ad machine, I'll tell

you. If you don't like the smell of cooking, you should stay out of the

Judge Morris, I'm Ben Caldwell.

It's getting to the point where a man has a hard time getting his recreation.

I'd like to talk to you about this injunction.

If you're talking to Judge Morris, he's in his chambers, but...

If you want advice from Gil Burris, the lawyer, it'll cost you $2 for a saloon

consultation.

All right.

You got a deal?

Better catch me yet.

Yeah, well, I'll make it $3 .40.

I'll take it.

If you want high rollers, you better find yourself a richer town than this

Sit down.

Want something to eat?

No, thank you.

I'd like to find out why Rafe Benton and Alice Fuller don't want my railroad to

go through.

Well, the judge never asked them why they were messed up. He just asked them

when. Anyway, asking Rafe Benton questions ain't too healthy.

Kind of testy.

Who's in on the line?

Oh, let's see.

Alice Fuller owns 25%, and Rafe Benton owns 25%, and the rest is kind of split

up around the town.

A man named Mike Galena, a blacksmith, he owns 10%. Then there's Arnold and

Garson, a dozen others split the rest.

By the way, Mike Galena was Benton's foreman down at the mine.

He votes his stock with Alice Fuller and Rafe Benton, gives them control.

They want money. Money.

Everybody wants money. You, me, everybody.

All right.

Then tell me a little about the mine.

Gene Fuller and Rafe Benton developed it. They borrowed local money when their

cash ran out, lots of it.

Rafe Benton ran the mine and Gene Fuller ran the offices up here in town.

The mine petered out.

Fuller went away to try to get money to pay back the investors.

Well, he died back east.

And the townspeople figured that Rafe Benton had swindled them.

So they sent him to jail for a year.

Just got out.

What kind of conditions is he in now?

Personally, he's meaner than a rattler.

But money -wise, I hear he's been trying to sell his spread.

Very interesting.

Now, if I need a lawyer here in town, would you be interested in representing

me? Maybe.

You expecting litigation?

Maybe.

Well, Rafe Bennett sure hates to go to court.

I think I'll go out and see him now.

Well, maybe you better pay me that $2 you owe me before you go.

Oh, I'm sorry. I thought she was one of my friendly neighbors.

You want to see me?

I do if you'll put that gun away.

You buying or selling?

Buying.

That's good, because if you're selling, we'd be wasting our time.

You had this injunction served on me this morning. Why?

You're the railroad fellow.

Right.

I'm Ben Calhoun.

I thought you said you was buying.

I am.

I'm interested in buying your interest in that old mine.

Well, this ranch is for sale, all 400 well -kept acres.

But not the mine.

Want to buy the ranch?

Just the mine.

Well, I guess we're just wasting a lot of words because we ain't selling.

Who's we?

Me, Alice Fuller, Galena.

We control.

You ever been in jail?

Not yet.

Coming back to Bitterroot is almost as bad.

These town folks say you rub it in pretty good.

Can't find no takers, no place, but I'm gonna hold on to my mine stock.

Sure you don't want a ranch?

I'm sure.

A little hard for me to understand, though.

A businessman.

Why you'd want to hold on to a worthless mine when you need money so bad?

And a railroad would make this land quite valuable.

Well, if it means selling a mine stock to sell my ranch, I just ain't

interested. It'd be a little hard on the townspeople without the railroad.

You know, my heart really bleeds for this town.

You want to make me take you to court, huh?

Look, I've been in court before.

I don't like it.

I might get all worked up if I had to go back again.

And look, mister, I'm taking on the town, and if you force me, I'll take you

too.

So I wouldn't try that if I was you.

Good day.

I'm Ben Callum.

Yes, I know.

Please come in.

Thank you.

Would you sit down?

Thank you, ma 'am.

You know, of course, about this subpoena.

Oh, yes.

Yes, of course.

I can't understand why you would want to stop the railroad.

I suppose someone owes you an explanation, Mr. Calhoun.

Well... It'd be nice to have one.

There's a drink on the side table.

No, thank you.

My husband, Gene Fuller, was a quiet gentleman.

He was honest, decent, forthright.

He didn't belong in this valley.

Sometimes I don't think he belonged in the West.

That's why I was glad when Rafe Benton came along with his proposition about

mine.

Rafe Benton was everything that my husband was not.

He was tough.

Flamboyant, resourceful.

At first, I was pleased with their partnership.

But then later, I came to regret it terribly.

There seems to be a good deal of regret in this valley.

My husband fell completely under the influence of Mr. Benton.

He thought that he was the most wonderful man in the world.

He went to his grave believing that.

He never knew that Mr. Benton cheated the stockholders.

He died without realizing that.

The way Rafe Benton talks, you'd think that you and he were still partners.

Oh, Mr. Calhoun.

Again and again, when they were raising money, Rafe Benton salted the mine.

He loaded a shotgun shell and filled it with bits of gold and blew it in the

face of the mine to impress the investors.

Neither my husband nor I knew anything about this.

He kept it a secret from us.

Now, Mr. Calhoun, do you think that I would want this sort of a man as a

partner?

I suppose you wouldn't.

Oh, these... These are letters.

Letters from my husband.

He wrote one every day.

Every day.

Oh, he tried so hard to raise enough money to pay back the investors.

Mr. Calhoun, do you know how my husband died?

No, ma 'am, I don't.

He fell from an office window in New York.

Fell, Mr. Calhoun.

Lonely, discouraged, in despair.

Fell. Oh, I don't think so. He jumped. Oh, I'm sure of it.

My husband died because of Rafe Benton's dishonesty.

If I were to sell my stock, or even vote it with you, Rafe Benton would have an

interest in five miles of railroad right away.

I could never allow that to happen.

I'm sorry, Mr. Calhoun.

I will never sell my stock.

until Rafe Benton is in his grave.

If you're following me, I must assume you know who I am.

Who I am in Bitterroot?

Well, I don't know who you are.

Miguel de la Torres de la Flores Caliña.

You're the blacksmith.

You're a long way from your anvil, aren't you?

Want to sell your stock into mine?

Yeah.

For cash?

No.

Can I do it?

Did Rafe Benton tell you not to sell it?

Rafe Benton is my friend.

He votes my stock.

Did he have you follow me?

Maybe to see that you get no trouble, senor.

And what kind of trouble am I in?

Oh, no trouble yet.

Tell me about the mine.

What's to tell?

You dig a hole, you find gold, you find silver, you find copper ore, you assay

it. It is good.

You get drunk.

It was no good.

You quit.

And you own 10%, is that right?

Ah, si.

That is correct.

And I do not sell.

So you said.

You help Ray Benton solve that mine?

You better go now, senor, or I bust your head!

Put that gun away.

If you're not any better at busting heads than you are at drawing that gun,

you're probably going to wind up holding your own head in your own hands.

Now get out of here, and quit following me.

This town is like a pool of water.

Drop a pebble in it, the waves keep spreading out for a long time.

Try not to drop any pebbles.

Mr. Calhoun, you are the pebble.

That worries me some.

Couldn't worry you too much.

You seem to be getting your ass to all right.

Maybe you wouldn't take too unkindly to a little advice.

I don't fool around that mind no more.

I get things back under control again.

Afraid I can't wait that long, Sheriff.

I'm serious, Mr. Calhoun.

So am I.

Beginning to sound like a rough summer.

Here come a couple of them waves in now.

Good day, gentlemen.

Thank you.

Good day.

It's good to see you again, Ben.

What are you doing around these parts?

A little business.

I'm a horse come up lane. Miss Fuller said I could get a good one right here

town.

Stable right down the street and around the corner.

Thank you, Sheriff.

Why don't we have a drink later on? Talk over old times.

Thank you.

I'd like that.

Let's see you later.

who I think he is?

Name's Lee Archer.

He fixin' to stop here?

Says he is.

On the posters, his name goes with a quick gun.

Now, what do you suppose he's doin' with Alice Fuller?

You heard what he said.

Old Town's after Benton like a pack of coyotes.

Maybe somebody decided to bring in a wolf.

Alice Fuller?

Don't make sense, does it?

Maybe you worry too much.

Now, my job is keeping peace in this town.

Up until you came into my life, I was doing pretty good.

Now, I figure I'm entitled to some worry.

Why do you suppose I was full as need of a gun hand?

And how do you suppose I'd know the answer to that?

Well, that's what you call a rhetorical question.

Archer a friend of yours?

Yes, he is.

I sure would appreciate some information on what he's doing here.

Want answers? Why don't you ask him the question?

No, no.

As soon as I start questioning the man, everything gets kind of official.

And questioning a man like Archer just ain't sensible unless you've made up

mind what you're going to do.

I haven't made up my mind yet.

Do you feel the man should have the right to work where he wants to?

Well, now, that depends on the work.

I got a feeling that sooner or later I'm going to be looking for Mr.

Archer with the posse.

Then why don't you run him out of town?

Well, I ain't broken no law yet.

You know, I keep getting a funny feeling that he's really working for you.

And that worries me.

Well, if that's your worry, you can stop worrying.

Well, now you're telling me to stop worrying. Ain't going to stop me from

worrying.

Horse is okay, Ben.

Had a gravel in his foot.

Are you carrying a gun for Alice Fuller?

What's that sheriff getting spooked?

He's the nervous type.

Yeah, it's a pretty mean crowd in Abilene, Ben.

It'll hold me for sure if you hadn't spoke up for me.

I owe you my life, so I guess I owe you a straight answer.

Yeah, I'm working for Alice Fuller.

Did I ask you for what reason?

Yeah, I got shot once.

Dragos, back in Peyton, Arizona.

Well, the townsfolk figured it was as good a time as any to just go ahead and

let me die.

Everybody but Gene Fuller.

Well, he comes riding through there on a coach, and when he sees nobody's going

to do anything for me, why, he hauls me up into a buckboard and travels half the

night to get me to a doctor in Prescott.

I figure that gives his widow a call on me.

I've got a call on you, too.

Yeah.

Yeah, I know you do. That's why we got to stay on the same side.

I've got a lot of work to do in this town, Lee.

I hope you don't get in the way.

Well, I got a lot of work to do, too, Ben. I hope you don't make me decide

one I owe the most, Gene Fuller or you.

I really hope, Ben.

He's supposed to provide a stirrer around town.

Why?

Tell me about it.

Lee Archer.

People are saying that you brought him here.

That you planted him on Alice Fuller so that he could drop Benton.

Who told you that?

Well, you have an office in the saloon. You get to hear things.

If it's true, don't tell me. I just wanted you to know.

Tell me, has Stevenson been following you around?

Yes, he has.

Don't underrate him, Mr. Cantor.

He's not stupid.

He's sleepy, but he's not stupid.

When he's sleepy, he's not bored.

He's just thinking.

I've been doing a little thinking myself.

Ben's had Galena following me.

Now, tell me about his trial.

You know, you're the first paying client I've had in a long time.

How about choosing a new subject?

Well, is he, Jenny?

You're a man of great understanding.

You know, Benton was a kind of a pesky client.

I did my best to get him to open up, but I couldn't get him to tell me anything

very much. He said, let's wait and see how the trial goes.

I did everything I could for that man. I brought in everybody I could find who

had a good word to say for him.

Well, let me ask you.

Why wasn't Gene Fuller on trial at the same time?

He was, in absentia.

He was back east trying to raise money.

Of course, the prosecution was having a bit of a hard time of trying to prove

that salting business.

At that moment, the news came through of Fuller's death.

Because of that, or because of some attack of bad conscience, a combination

both of them, I don't know what it was, Benton says to me, I'm going to change

my plea to guilty.

He says, I did it. I salted the Bible.

And from that moment, I couldn't get a word out of him.

Of course, the judge accepted the plea, and he was set up for about a year, and

that was the end of it.

I thought you were the judge.

That's right, I was.

As you know, Benton never held it against me.

I gave him the minimum sentence.

Of course, his confession exonerated Fuller.

Were you his lawyer, too?

Right, until he went away.

Now, what about Garson and Arnold?

They seem to want the railroad.

Sure, they brought the suit on behalf of the minority stockholders.

They had legal recourse. They exhausted it.

Of course, they were stuck with a bad investment.

Too bad you weren't their lawyer also.

Obviously, I couldn't.

It would have been impractical. It would have been a conflict of interest.

Obviously.

Thank you, Judge.

No more questions?

You certainly paid for them. No.

No more questions. Right now.

Mr. Teller.

You're about the best client I ever have. Will you do me a favor?

Be careful.

The only thing that came out of my thoughts with Burris was...

The majority of stockholders get fleets and the majority of stockholders won't

sell. Well, I just can't see why they care so much about that mine.

I can't either.

There must be a reason.

Maybe there's something really valuable there.

That solding business could have been a scheme to cover up a real fine. Maybe

that's why they want to hold on to it. It's the only thing that does make any

sense.

It's only a maybe.

You're the mining engineer.

Get up there and get some of those rocks.

Ben, you know it's illegal to sample anybody else's claim.

Well, we've got to get some samples.

If we can prove those samples to be valuable, we can start a stockholder

uprising.

Where are you off to now?

Go into town, talk to some sheep, do a little wool gathering.

See if I can't get permission to enter that mine legally first.

Benton tore this town apart, Mr. Calhoun.

Because of him, my wife and I are living in the back of that feed store like a

couple of Comanches.

You represent a minority stockholders.

Oh, we had a meeting.

They said if they could get half of their bait back, they'd sell.

All except Garson. We didn't talk to him.

Why not?

Isn't he as mad as the rest of you?

The way he talks, he'd sell out for ten cents on the dollar.

If the mine's worth nothing, then we can't give it away.

And the way Benton and Mrs. Fuller hate each other, they'd see everybody get on

the drain.

Well, now let me ask you about Galena.

You think possibly he would sell, or is he all talk?

Galena's half Indian and half Mexican.

We figured when he first came here that we didn't want any breeds working in

this town.

We made it pretty hard for him, all except Rafe Benton.

Well, later we came to see we was wrong, but he still resents it.

Anyway, Benton's got him in his pocket and ain't no way to get him out.

Maybe there is.

Well, what would you want me to do?

Sit tight.

I'll hunt you everything you want and bust loose.

What? How do, Mr. Calhoun?

What's on your mind?

You told me if I ever needed a hand, go along.

Well, I'd ask you to sit on the porch, but I ain't got no chair for you to sit

on. I'd ask you to sit in the shade, but I ain't got no shade hardly at all.

And I'd offer you a drink of red eye.

But I just drank it.

Never used to drink this heavy till I got involved with the mine.

But booze don't make me forget.

Just makes me madder.

Well, I never heard too much wisdom come out of a bottle anyway.

You got a point.

You know, I got 500 acres here.

Good land if I can get enough water on it.

That's why I've hung on.

If I could sink me a real deep well.

Go down maybe 120, 130 feet.

I'd get enough water.

What's that mining stock deal?

Fifteen percent.

Want to sell it? Sure, I'll sell it. I gave Benton a fuller $5 ,000 for it. All

the money I'd saved up to sink the well.

A lot of money.

I was a fool.

I figured the mine was a sure thing from what they said, but... I ain't fooling

myself anymore.

That mining stock I own ain't worth 30 cents.

If you was to offer me a few hundred dollars for it, you'd be mighty

Now, either I get me a deep well down this season, or I'll have to give up and

get a job somewhere working for day wages.

You know, Mr. Carroll...

All my life, I've waited for the day when I could have my own spread.

And now I got it.

Even had the money to sink that deep well.

Then I got the big eye when all that mind talk went around.

Didn't have sense enough to know when I was well off.

And now, now I'm broke.

Can't even afford to tie on a cheap drunk.

Maybe I can help you with your problem.

Which problem?

The mine or the farm or the liquor?

The well.

Supposing I told you I could get you a well dug for you?

Suppose I asked what you would expect for it?

All of your mine stock.

You mean you'll guarantee to dig me a deep well if I give you my mining stock?

Exactly what I mean.

Not only get it dug, but get it piped and capped.

If that's agreeable with you, I'll get Judge Forrest to draw up an agreement

we can seal it with a bottle.

Mr. Calhoun, you do that, and I don't need the bottle.

You got the hand you came for.

It's a deal.

Thank you, Mr. Garson.

You're welcome, Mr. Calhoun.

These rocks should do it.

All right, let's get out of here.

You got no business in or around this mine, gents?

Talking pretty strongly.

Yeah, it pains me to talk that way to you, Ben, but Mr.

Fuller asked me to come down here and take a look at the mine.

I just didn't want to make that any worse between us than it has to be.

So what are you going to do?

Shoot us?

Just say it'd be nice if you got on your horse and rode on out of here.

Then I wouldn't have to think about that, would I?

Well, I'm going to.

This time.

An old man could get hurt coming around here like this.

What do you want?

Came out here to make you another offer.

What's he doing with you?

He's a witness.

I'm going to offer you $2 ,500 for your stock in that mine.

I told you once, I ain't going to tell you again.

My mine stock's not for sale.

All right, Sheriff.

Here you are, Benton.

This is a subpoena.

You're required to appear in court for hearing on Tuesday.

Hearing. What kind of hearing?

Mr. Calhoun here claims he has a right -of -way.

You and Mrs. Fuller claim you don't. She's been served, too.

Now the judge decides.

You're a lucky man, Calhoun.

If I wear a gun, I go to jail.

But if I was wearing one now, I'd use it.

You live dangerous, Mr. Calhoun.

Hey, Ben.

Come on over, partner.

Good time as any to have that drink we were talking about.

And watch the fireworks.

Let me ask you something.

Are you keeping Benton away from that mine, too?

You know, he owns as much of it as she does.

Well, you know me, Ben.

Boss lady says, guard the mine, I guard the mine.

Against Benton, against you.

Ah, Mr. Calhoun.

Do you know each other?

Yes, Mrs. Fuller.

Well, now, we're dealing with subpena dosis tecum. Mrs. Fuller seeks relief.

And subpena ad testificandum, in short, to quash the summons. You issued those

subpoenas at my request and on my behalf.

By the word. But I'm willing to listen to any grievances on the part of the

litigants.

Ah, the other party.

We'll consider this matter to be heard in chancery. Get yourself a chair, Rafe.

Never mind.

I wasn't expecting on her being here.

I am here only for myself.

Well, I don't think either one of you should be here since the hearing isn't

until Tuesday.

Due process, Mr. Calhoun. Due process.

You're supposed to be my attorney.

Now, are you representing them, too? At the moment, yes. But I'm hoping the

matter won't come before the court on Tuesday for Judge Burris to adjudicate.

Maybe we can settle it now. That's Attorney Burris' advice to the

Now, no further interruption, please.

Now, it has come to the attention of this court that Alice Fuller and Rafe

Benton have a common problem.

We have nothing in common. You have an old mine rotting out there in the sun

like a festering sword.

Now, Mr. Calhoun wants to buy out your interest, and it's the opinion of this

court that you'd both serve yourselves to consider it. Not to mention the other

stockholders. And the good that a railroad would do this town.

I'm not interested in this town.

Or if it helps her.

We're all three here together. Perhaps we could work out a sensible solution.

I'll renew my offer.

Once and for all, Mr. Calhoun, I can't stand the sight of that man.

But if it serves my purpose for him not to sell his share, I am completely

satisfied. So am I.

Calhoun, you get this through your railroad skull.

I don't care what she thinks about me.

I care about that mine.

And I'm going to tell you again and for the last time, I ain't selling it. Let

the mine rot.

Mr. Benton has only paid with a year for what he did.

But my husband paid with his life.

Now, you keep this up, Calhoun, and maybe you won't last till Tuesday.

Divided, they can't stand each other.

Yet united, they stand.

Judge,

I just came from the assay office, had the samples checked out.

They're worthless, Ben.

Absolutely worthless.

What kept you so long?

What's on your mind?

Figured maybe that mine wasn't so worthless after all.

Benton and Mrs. Fuller were just keeping the information from the other

stockholders.

Turned out to be wrong.

Afraid so?

You've got the books on them here, I think.

No, they're in my safekeeping.

Could I take a look at them?

Now, them books are not for public scrutiny.

Well, I ain't public.

I got Garson's stock, and that gives me a right to take a look at the books.

Or would you prefer that I go get Burris to draw up a writ?

No, your charm overwhelms me.

You want to look at pages 88 through 96.

I read a lot.

Near as I can figure, they borrowed...

Better than $160 ,000.

Ain't got receipts for $50 ,000 on it.

Maybe that's it.

Maybe they took the $50 ,000. Got it hid up there in that mine.

Nope. Wrong game.

No, at least as if it was up there.

Ain't there no more.

Benton got out of jail last week.

He'd have dug it out by now.

Not if you've dogged him the way you've dogged me.

Well, I can only sit in one chair at a time.

Besides, if he'd gotten the money, he'd have hightailed it out of here by now.

There's something else holding him.

Probably his ranch.

He's trying to sell it.

If he had $50 ,000, he could afford to abandon it.

It's a puzzle.

A worthless mine that nobody wants to sell.

$50 ,000 is missing.

All I'm trying to do is build a railroad through a town that's going to bring

new life to it, and everybody's trying to stop me.

It doesn't make sense, does it?

Did you see him?

No.

Shot came from over there somewhere.

You ain't too easy to scare off, are you?

You have any idea who it could be?

I got no shit.

Ben? Oh, not him.

He was going to shoot you, dude, face to face.

What are you doing in a graveyard?

To find out where they buried Fuller.

Well, there you go again.

All you had to do was ask.

Gene Fuller was buried back east where he died.

I thought you knew that. His wife went back to the funeral.

Incidentally, you've been bullying around town ever since you got here.

I've been nice and polite trying to keep you out of trouble.

You're making it harder and harder.

I'm getting just a little bit out of patience.

Came from that window right up there.

Put it on your gut.

Why'd you do it, Billy?

Whoever you're working for is going to have a lot more to tangle with.

My compliments to you, Sheriff.

I didn't know you could move that fast.

May I return the compliment, Mr. Calhoun?

You were the right man in the wrong place.

Let's go.

You know, with Doris wearing so many hats, you can't be sure that he's going

pass anything favorable your way on Tuesday.

I haven't taken anything for granted.

So far, I've expected only the worst, but unfortunately, I haven't been

disappointed.

You get plenty of black powder.

Yeah.

Want to put a fuse under Benton or Mr. Fuller?

Tempting thought.

You boys get the gear together. We're going back up to the mine.

All right, fellas.

Ben, that...

Those samples proved out worthless. Now, what else do you expect to find up

there in a short of time?

All or nothing, Chuck.

Far enough.

I'm up here.

Come on, Ben.

Throw a little light over here.

Does that look like a row of shots to you up there?

Yes, it does.

I don't think this was a cave -in. I think it was blown.

I think you're right.

This is where we'll start.

Get your shot ready.

I have no idea.

There must be some reason why they don't want to sell a seemingly worthless

mine. I'm going to find out what it is.

Let's put that charge over behind this bakery. I'll try to blow it out this way

and blow the others on through.

All right, get out.

You think anybody spotted us?

Probably have by now.

You stay here and keep watching. Let me know if anybody comes.

Mr. Archer.

Yes, ma 'am.

I think I see someone at the mine again.

Are you sure, Miss Wood? No, I'm not positive, but I think I saw someone

at the entrance.

You want me to go up there and take a look?

No, no, I want you to drive me over there.

I want to be sure there's no one disturbing the mine.

Yes, ma 'am.

Hey, Jim, get the buckboard hooked up.

Hold it, Ben.

You have no business in here, Mr. Calhoun.

Before you say or do anything, Lee, you better go in there and have a look.

You'll find a body.

I took this watch off of it. It's got the initials GF on it. Shoot him, Mr.

Archer. Shoot him. Go ahead. Kill him. Kill him. No.

No. No.

Please be quiet now. Don't talk.

Calhoun's spoiled.

Another week and we've been gone.

He hadn't come for that railroad.

Money.

Money's in the sack.

Oh, please.

Please do something.

Save him.

In the well.

At my ranch. No.

Calhoun.

She's...

She didn't have anything to do with this.

I killed Gene. No.

I blew up this mind to hide his body.

Please, please.

No. No!

No!

Let's go outside and wait for Stevenson.

Sorry I had to pull that gun on you, Ben.

I'm sorry, too.

But not about you.

About them, I suppose.

Drop a pebble in the pool of water.

Show makes big rings, doesn't it?