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What'’s all this?

What does it look like?

I'’m packing, leaving, hitting the road.

Want me to draw pictures for you?

I don'’t understand.

Look, my train is leaving in five minutes

and you'’re holding me up.

All right, who is he?

Give me those pearls.

Evelyn, why? Why you doing this?

Look, we had a few laughs together, okay?

It'’s over.

Is that all I mean to you? A few laughs?

Now you know I wanted to marry you.

I bought you a ring.

And it took me three days

to get the green off my finger.

Here'’s your ring.

I told you I'’d buy you something better,

but it'’d take time.

So you said. Now why don'’t you go?

Evelyn, look--I'’m in a hurry, Wheeler.

But you can'’t just walk out on me like this.

Why, you and me. Why, I thought--

Evelyn.

I wanna marry you.

With what?

Brass rings and soft words?

You can'’t even buy yourself

a five cent glass of beer to cry in.

Leave me alone.

♪ [ trumpet ]

Howdy, folks. I'’m the Old Ranger.

Back in 1868 in Idaho, just like anyplace else,

the size of the man had nothing to do

with how hard he could fall for a woman.

But sometimes bitterness can end up killing a man,

while some woman stands off somewhere laughing

and saying to herself...

Oh, Beckett. You know

I ain'’t no match for you in a gun fight.

Any man says I deal from the bottom of the deck,

he better be a match for me.

This won'’t be a gun fight, it'’s plain murder.

So somebody stop it.

Go get the sheriff.

Looks to me like this man wants

to go on living a little while longer.

So why don'’t you find yourself

somebody who don'’t care one way or another?

Beckett, why don'’t you take on a man your own size?

Any man wears a gun is my size.

Well, I got a gun.

So I reckon I'’m your size.

Look, mister, you don'’t have to do an--

My beef'’s with him, not you.

Step aside, this ain'’t your fight.

It will be...

if your hand touches that gun.

I-I-It'’s a fair fight, Sheriff.

Beckett kept pushing for it.

It had to happen to you, Beckett.

Sooner or later.

It'’s funny.

I figured he might'’ve been faster.

Mister.

That was a big thing you just did,

stepping in like that and...

I'’d like to buy you a drink.

I didn'’t do it for you.

I'’m beholden to you for what you did, mister.

Don'’t thank me.

I wasn'’t doing you any favors either.

I-I-I'’m Arkie Munson.

Are you as thirsty as I am, mister?

Wheeler. John Wheeler.

Well, if you'’re drinking, I'’m buying.

Well, thanks.

If you weren'’t buying, I guess I wouldn'’t be drinking.

Give me a bottle.

Where'’d you find him, Joe?

Rose Creek Canyon.

In a wagon. There were three women too.

Why didn'’t you bring them in?

I couldn'’t go near them.

There were moccasin footprints close by.

This big.

Bigfoot. Had to be.

Nobody, but that Cherokee works people over that way.

I need a posse.

About six men. Right now.

Anybody wants to know, he can go outside

and take a look at what Joe Cosgrove just brought in.

Belly down, wrapped in a tarp.

Well, how about it? Six men.

[ men murmuring ]I'’ll go along with you, Mark.

Joe found moccasin footprints about this long.

I mean to get me that Cherokee Bigfoot.

[ all demurring ]

Let'’s go.

Seems like some of the citizens

don'’t hanker much to help the sheriff.

What good is going after money

if you might not live to spend it?

May I?

Well, suit yourself.

You know, mister, generally I can look at a man

and add him up.

Clear back to his cradle.

But uh, with you I can'’t

go back more than half an hour.

Why don'’t you go spend your time on customers with money?

What'’s the matter with you, anyway?

You come into town and get yourself into a fight

doesn'’t involve you and...

And act like a man who'’s building his own pine box.

What'’s on your back anyway?

Lady, you'’re on a pulpit a mile high

and I don'’t like sermons.

Especially from women.

Well...

Sets me up.

I'’ll mark that in my memory book

under "flattery."

All it takes to get rid of me is a gentle hint.

You look like a man with a hair-trigger temper, are you?

Why?

'’Cause I'm gonna call you a fool

and you may not like it.

Hold it.

Two more bodies.

Prospectors ambushed in their camp.

Gold dust poured over their faces.

Guess that Bigfoot don'’t care much about money.

He'’s an animal.

Tomorrow we'’re going after him again.

This time I'’ll want ten men, not three.

Ten.

I want volunteers.

We'’ll see if some of you can grow

some backbone overnight.

Sheriff sure ain'’t getting many takers, is he?

Are you going somewheres?

Yep. Gonna stable my horse.

Oh. What a man couldn'’t do with $5,000.

Buy hisself a good horse,

uh, new clothes,

anything he wanted.

Oh, that'’s a lot of money.

What would you do with that kind of money?

Probably something stupid.

He sure bothers you, don'’t he, Gilda?

Yeah.

In a way I haven'’t been bothered in years.

[ door creaking ]

Do you take sugar in your coffee?

Cream?

What'’ve I got to do, hit you with another building?

If it'’ll make you feel better.

I don'’t know what you'’re bucking for, lady,

but forget it.

All right.

It'’s just an old habit.

When I was a little girl, I used to take coffee

to my Pa when he was working in the barn.

Um...Now, Pa, he was a real man.

He, uh...

He ran a good farm and was a good provider

and he adored his family.

And then one day, Pa...

Dear Pa, he won a lot of money

in a card game.

And along with the money came the wench.

Little blonde swifty.

And he changed.

And she reached inside him and...

pulled his heart out,

left him nothing.

Nothing that dirty or pride or self-respect or nothing.

She made him forget he ever had a family,

and he'’d trail along behind her like a sick puppy.

Oh, he was a-a fool.

Pa.

And I loved him.

Why are you telling me all this?

I don'’t know why.

You'’re all alike.

So what'’re you doing now?

Picking up where she left off?

Only it'’s any man.

Any man fool enough to shell out, eh?

No, I never thought about it like that before.

Pull in your claws, honey.

You got the wrong pigeon.

Who are you trying to punish?

Who was she?

Whoever she was, she cut you into little bitty pieces.

What was she like?

Was she a redhead?

Or a brunette?

Or a blonde?

What color eyes do you hate the most?

Brown?

Or blue or green,

or those big, wide innocent kind.

Whoever she was, she didn'’t leave much.

You better go back to her.

Shut up!

You'’ve got that same sick look on your face.

Just like Pa.

So you better go and find her

and you better buy her back.

Maybe I will.

Yeah.

Maybe I will.

Arkie. Arkie!

Wheeler?Yes, go after him

and bring him back, he'’s gonna be killed.

What you talking about?

He'’s gone after Bigfoot.

I know he has, and I drove him to it.

It'’s all my fault.

Oh, and I didn'’t help none.

Talking up $5,000 to a man who'’s broke.

Oh, stop him before it'’s too late.

I'’ll be lucky to find him '’fore Bigfoot does.

I won'’t be able to see much before sun up.

Will he know where to look for Bigfoot?

Going that way, he couldn'’t miss

Randle'’s Creek Canyon.

That'’s the right place.

And the wrong place.

Oh, Arkie. Find him.

And bring him back.

I'’ll try.

[ gasps ]

Theoretically, you'’re dead.

Boy, I'’m sure glad I found you.

Yeah, you'’re some tracker, all right.

Wheeler, forget Bigfoot.

He'’ll kill you.That'’s my business.

Now, you get on back to town.

Well, if you won'’t come too, let me stay and help.

You'’d be a sitting duck for a kid with a slingshot.

Now you get on back to town before somebody else

gets you in his gun sights and blows your head off.

Now get!

[ gunshot ]

[ gunshots ]

I told you to stay out of this, Arkie.

I got enough trouble watching out where he is

without worrying about you.

Now if I have to, I'’ll break your arm with the next shot.

You boss that little man around pretty good.

Think you could push me around too?

Hey, Boss Man.

Can you shoot at a sound like I can

and hit what'’s making it?

I can come close.

Hey, Boss Man.

[ chuckling ] You must have a touch of Indian blood in you too.

It'’s a good thing my head ain'’t where this feather was.

JOHN: Bigfoot?

I'’m looking right at you.

Are you not smart enough to know where I am?

I'’ll find you, Boss Man.

Yeah, but not soon enough.

I got the middle of your head lined right up

in the center of my gun sights.

I want you to listen for the last sound

you'’re ever gonna hear.

[ gun cocking ]

Looks like you forgot to count.

I'’ll get you to a doctor.

Too late for that.

A man can feel death.

What'’s your name?

John Wheeler.

Wheeler?

Finish me off.

No.

Don'’t take me in alive.

They'’ll stand around gawking at me.

Let me die out here. Will you do that?Yeah.

Make me a fire, eh?

[ chuckling ]

I don'’t do nothing the easy way.

Not even dying.

But I-I wouldn'’t like to die cold.

You don'’t look like no lawman or bounty hunter.

Why'’d you risk your neck?

I don'’t know.

What'’re you gonna spend the money on?

I haven'’t got it yet.

[ chuckling ]

You got a pretty good grip on it.

Well, she won.

She said it'’d end up like this.

Who?

Florie.

Little, soft Florie.

Soft like a sidewinder.

She wanted gold, bags of it.

And I wound up killing a man to get some.

I was the fool, she was the smart one.

Wheeler? JOHN: Yeah?

You ever know a girl named Florie?

Maybe.

Sometimes I hear her

up here in the rocks

laughing at me

that cold, hard laugh.

I didn'’t like anything cold.

How could Florie be so warm

when you'’re near her,

yet so cold?

You ever killed somebody?

You get money for her?

Buy her things?

No.

[ chuckles ]

Oh, I'’ll die, Wheeler.

You could count on that.

You got it made. $5,000.

Florie'’s got it made too,

but she'’ll want more.

And maybe you'’ll go after it like I did.

Then she'’ll run out.

And you'’ll hate the sight of money

and the shine of gold.

And you'’ll kill

just to stamp it out

so she won'’t get any of it.

Maybe...

She'’ll be laughing too...

If you wind up on the wrong side of a fire

not wanting to die cold...

Arkie, I know you'’re there watching.

Come and help me dig a grave for this man.

Are you gonna bury him?

Yep.

Do you realize

you just buried $5,000?

No, I'’ve only buried what'’s left of a man.

But why?

Why?

Why, he'’s worth...

Even dead, he'’s worth $5,000.

Well even if I got the money,

I might do something stupid like give it to somebody I know.

End up in a hole like him.

Because she'’d keep wanting more

and more.

Who?

Florie.

Evelyn.

The name doesn'’t make any difference.

You'’re crazy.

Just plain, out of your mind crazy.

Yeah, well so was he.

Let'’s get out of here. It'’s getting cold.

A coffee please.

Coffee goes awful good with a steak.

I can'’t afford a steak.

I never did trust a man with too much money, anyway.

You don'’t discourage easy, do you?

It depends.

OLD RANGER: For ridding the territory

of the fiendish killer Starr Wilkinson,

a posthumous memorial was erected

in Reynolds Creek Canyon

to John Wheeler in 1940.