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♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

- Hyah! -♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Keep movin', movin', movin' ♪

♪ Though they're disapprovin' ♪

♪ Keep them dogies movin' ♪

♪ Rawhide ♪

♪ Don't try to understand them ♪

♪ Just rope and throw and brand 'em ♪

♪ Soon we'll be livin' high and wide ♪

♪ My heart's calculatin' ♪

♪ My true love will be waitin' ♪

♪ Be waiting at the end of my ride ♪

♪ Move 'em on, head 'em up, head 'em up, move 'em on ♪

♪ Move 'em on, head 'em up, Rawhide ♪

-(whip cracks) -♪ Cut 'em out, ride 'em in ♪

♪ Ride 'em in, let 'em out, cut 'em out, ride 'em in ♪

-♪ Rawhide...! ♪ -♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

- Hyah! -♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin'. ♪

(whip cracks twice)

Ah, all right, get some wood. And bring up that bucket.

All right, now get a wiggle on down to that stream.

It's too hot to wiggle, Mr. Wishbone.

Then run with this.

There and back, full of water.

Look, Mr. Wishbone.

Will you get a wiggle on, you lead-bottomed--?

Over there, look.

Is she, uh...?

Yeah, she's a woman.

- I mean... - Yeah, she's breathing.

Just scratched up a mite. Heat must have got her.

Go saddle up one of the team and go fetch Mr. Favor.

Mushy, I said, go fetch Mr. Favor.

[CATTLE MOOING]

That isn't soup, Mr. Wishbone. That's liquid gold.

Heh, specialty of the house, ma'am.

WISHBONE: Oh!

[LISA CHUCKLES]

I suppose that, uh, recipe is a closely-guarded secret.

Well, the fellows all call it my adobe soup, ma'am.

It's one part mud and one part water.

[CHUCKLES]

[WISHBONE CLEARS THROAT]

Uh, Mr. Favor, this is, uh... Um, uh...

- Heh, Lisa Temple. - Mr. Favor's our trail boss.

Heh, well, that explains that dark, forbidding look I'm getting.

Oh, I'm afraid these clothes aren't exactly designed to impress a stranger.

FAVOR: Mm-hm.

A blanket might help. Mushy, a blanket.

What are you doing out here, Miss, uh, Temple?

Uh, Mrs. Temple.

I'm on my way to Fort Bradley to visit my husband.

Well, isn't that a coincidence.

Bradley's right in New Mexico,

- right on our way. LISA: Oh!

MUSHY: Here you are, ma'am. I shook it out real smart.

Oh, thank you, Mushy.

That shirt could use some mending too.

Um...

Oh, right after supper, of course.

Come on, Mushy, we got a whole parcel of drovers to feed.

I'm afraid I've been keeping your men from their chores, Mr. Favor, heh.

Yeah.

You were on your way to Fort Bradley, Mrs. Temple.

From Langtry City.

But my idiot horse thought differently

and he went one way and I went the other, head first.

Hiking never was my favorite sport.

You were, um, riding out here alone?

I always travel alone, Mr. Favor, when I'm in a hurry.

Well, um, why don't you rest up the night here?

Come sunup, I'll have one of my men take you into Palo Pinto.

- Palo Pinto? But that's-- - Eight miles due east of here.

Federal Marshal's office there. He'll see that you get back to Langtry.

Uh, Mr. Favor, I don't think you understand.

Like I said, I'm in a hurry.

You see, my husband's being transferred to the Presidio in California

and if I don't get to Bradley by the beginning of the month,

I'll miss him completely.

Federal Marshal will still get you there

a sight quicker than we ever could.

On the strength of a pretty smile?

You see, Mr. Favor, I haven't got any money.

Everything I had was in the saddlebags on that horse going due north.

I've got a few odds and ends in my bag, that's all I have left.

Plus a pretty little smile.

You was going all the way to Fort Bradley on that?

Well, it's gotten me this far, hasn't it?

[HOOFBEATS APPROACHING]

Well, we're in luck, Mr. Favor. Rio Seco's real low.

It's no chore to cross at all.

This can't be Mushy.

And it sure ain't Wishbone.

We got us a mirage right here in the middle of camp.

Rowdy, heh.

Rowdy Yates, it just doesn't seem possible.

After all these time, you haven't changed a bit.

QUINCE: Now I know I've seen it all. - Hello, Louise.

Louise?

Oh, Rowdy knew me in Langtry City

when I was just plain Lisa Louise McAdams,

before I married Major Temple.

Maybe you'd, uh, better get some rest, Mrs. Temple.

Might be we're gonna need it.

Well, heh, vanity first, Mr. Favor.

My beauty sleep's just gonna have to wait

until I separate myself from some of this prairie dust.

I think I can make it down to that creek alone, but coming back...

Would you mind, Rowdy?

- You'll be needing a towel, miss. - Oh, thank you, heh.

Oh, that Rowdy.

He could fall into a dry well and come up with a handful of roses.

And a bucketful of thorns.

Louise Vestal, Goddess of Chance and the Queen of the Temple of Gold,

right there on her knees in the mud, like any mortal woman.

If your subjects could only see you now.

- Towel, please. - Oh.

What happened, Louise? You try to fill an inside straight with an honest deck?

Rowdy.

Or did one of your subjects finally realize

that poker table wasn't an altar after all?

Rowdy, the Temple of Gold is dead, and its goddess is buried with it.

ROWDY: Oh.

What happened? That, uh...

That crooked sheriff of yours find himself a mortal woman?

Well, I guess I deserved that one.

That crooked sheriff is dead, Rowdy. They say that I murdered him.

[CHUCKLES]

Well, a woman kill a man like that, she can't be all bad.

I didn't kill anyone.

All I did was compromise with my conscience.

Oh, a goddess with a conscience?

Well, your temple might have come tumbling down,

but it'll take a lot more than that

to pull the Louise Vestal I knew off her pedestal.

Rowdy, I'm trying to change. You've gotta believe that.

They wouldn't give me a chance. They wouldn't let me do anything.

"They"?

Those illustrious city fathers who got rich off the graft that I paid them.

They warned me not to close the Temple.

- Yeah, you closed it anyway? - I had to, Rowdy.

Don't you see? It was the only way I could start living with myself again.

The sheriff gave me an argument.

And we had a little trouble and the gun went off.

I didn't even see him fall.

In order to protect themselves, they blamed me for his murder.

I had no one to turn to, so I ran.

[SCOFFS]

Yeah, you running, that seems impossible.

Rowdy, I gotta get across the border. I gotta get out of Texas.

- There's nothing holding you here. - But I can't make it alone.

I tried and look what happened to me.

Oh, no, cattle drives and runaway goddesses just don't mix.

Rowdy.

Rowdy, you could talk to Mr. Favor. He'd listen to you.

You could persuade him to let me stay with you

just till you cross over the border into New Mexico.

Well, I could help Wishbone with the cooking--

Tell the truth, then, will you?

Rowdy, I'm telling you the truth.

Isn't that what's important?

I'm not asking you to save my old life, Rowdy.

I'm asking you to save the new one.

All I need is a chance.

Just a chance to start a new life, and have a new home, a new name.

Oh, Rowdy, please, you gotta help me.

[SIGHS]

[CATTLE MOOING]

[PLAYING MOUTH ORGAN]

[LISA HUMMING]

Mushy, you got any bacon grease?

- What for? - Keeps my hair down slick.

What's the matter with the way it is?

Just get the grease.

No use, Jim.

Not even an ax is gonna help with what you got to live with.

Oh, that's real funny, Joe. How would you like a shave?

- I'll take it back. You're beautiful. - That's better.

My, oh, my. Well, ain't this comfy and cozy?

Everybody sitting around the fire.

If you're getting all slicked up to go nighthawking,

uh, you're a half-hour late.

- Yes, sir. - Just leaving, boss.

Here's your bacon grease, Mr. Toothless.

Oh, forget it, Mushy. Them cows like my hair just the way it is.

- She changed much, Rowdy? - Hmm?

Since, uh, Langtry City.

Oh.

Well, one of us has changed.

I'm just not exactly sure which one, heh.

Well, while you're figuring it out,

would you mind doing it out by the herd?

Oh.

There you are, Mrs. Temple.

All nice and sewed. I washed I, but I don't have a smoothing iron.

Oh, Wishbone, if wasn't a married woman,

you'd sure need some protection.

Look at that, Mr. Favor.

A professional seamstress couldn't have done any better.

Uh, yeah.

We'll start you back first thing in the morning.

Well, Mr. Favor, don't you think that's a little soon?

She still got a touch of the Weary Fever.

She'll stay in the supply wagon. Fix her a place.

WISHBONE: Mr. Favor, I-- - Yeah?

Ah, I'll fix the supply wagon.

Oh, Mr. Favor, heh, I'm sorry.

Uh, I mean, my being here and upsetting your cattle drive and all.

Nothing's upset yet.

Well, I mean, it's not right to take Wishbone away from his work,

just to escort me.

Wishbone won't be escorting you.

Oh. Well, who?

How about your old friend, Rowdy Yates?

WISHBONE: All right, Mushy, come on, get out of there.

Now go pull those fire irons and load the wagon.

Oh, I got you all fixed up nice and roomy, ma'am.

Oh, that looks very cozy, Mr. Wishbone.

Mushy, I told you to go load the wagon.

Yes, sir.

- All set to move out. ROWDY: Fine.

How long do you figure before we reach Rio Seco?

ROWDY: By sundown at least. - Good.

- You'll be able to catch up, then. - Catch up?

Yeah, you're taking Mrs. Temple to Palo Pinto.

Hey, hold on. Just a minute. How come me?

Why not you?

According to Mrs. Temple, you two are old friends.

Well, I wouldn't exactly say friends, exactly.

Oh, what would you call it?

Any one of these drovers would give a month's pay to play escort to her.

Why don't you send her to Palo Pinto with--?

That's not where she wants to go, Rowdy.

Well, I can't help that. Send her with Quince or Toothless.

- What about--? - Rowdy, I want to make sure

she gets there all right. Understand?

All right, I'll take care of her.

I'm sure you will.

Wishbone, Mushy, let's get that chuck wagon rolling.

MUSHY: Yes, sir.

Come on.

Just wanted to say goodbye, ma'am.

Oh, Mushy.

It isn't much, but it's the nicest way I know to say thank you.

[LISA CHUCKLES]

And Mr. Wishbone.

Whiskers, adobe soup, needle and thread and all,

- I'll just never forget you. - Heh, it's been a pleasure, ma'am.

LISA: Mr. Scarlett, Mr. Quince, Mr. Toothless,

I just want you to know that I have never been treated so kindly before

by such real gentlemen.

And Mr. Favor, I'll never forget your hospitality

as long as I live, I promise.

I promise, I'll never forget your bright little smile.

All right, let's move out.

You ready?

Rowdy, I'm grateful.

- For what? - For what you've done.

Oh, I admit, for a while there,

I was afraid you weren't going to help me, heh.

What do you call "help"?

Well, you're here, aren't you?

I mean, I was under the impression that you'd asked to be my escort.

No, Louise, why would I do that?

[ROWDY SHOUTING]

[ROWDY GRUNTS]

Louise? Louise.

[LAUGHING]

What's so funny, huh?

[LISA LAUGHING]

Do you mind telling me what's so funny?

Just ten seconds to sound off.

This.

[LISA LAUGHS]

Where did you get that?

Without that, the wheel can't stay on the axle, can it, Rowdy?

Without the wheel, the wagon can't roll.

And without a wagon, we're not gonna get to Palo Pinto now, are we?

If this had come off on that ridge back there,

we wouldn't be going anywhere.

You could have killed yourself.

- Killed myself, huh? - That's right.

And what do you think you and that stiff-necked trail boss of yours

are trying to do to me?

You think that marshal is just gonna pat me on the head

and send me on my way with a benevolent benediction?

If the charges against you are false, he may.

Throw myself on the mercy of the court?

Is that what you're gonna suggest?

Well, take another look, Rowdy.

The queen of the Temple of Gold, the Goddess of Chance,

who uses a poker table for an altar and a roulette wheel for a heart,

how much of a chance do you think she's gonna have, huh?

The same chance Lisa Temple would get if she told the truth.

Tsk, ah, don't be naive, Rowdy.

They're not gonna take my word,

the word of a notorious gambling queen,

against those illustrious city fathers.

Well, they're never gonna believe me.

Oh, Rowdy.

Rowdy, I've lived with lies for too long in my life.

And now I'm being punished for it.

But more than anything else, I need someone to believe in me.

It's a matter of life and death, Rowdy, don't you understand?

[ROWDY SIGHS]

There's a toolbox under that seat. Get it, will you?

Huh?

Well, we gotta get this wheel on the wagon.

- And then what? - What do you usually do with wagons?

Now listen, Rowdy--

Look, I'll listen your ear off when we get this wagon moving.

A while back, you laughed at me when I mentioned my conscience.

Well, how's your conscience, Mr. Yates?

How does it feel to be playing executioner?

Oh, Rowdy, please, let me go.

You could say that I just, uh, wrecked the wagon or ran away or anything.

Well, if you won't help me, at least you could let me help myself.

Look, just keep your back turned and fuss with that wheel,

and I'll just walk away.

I'll just walk out of here and out of your life

and you'll never see me again ever. I promise. I swear to you.

We gotta get moving if we're gonna catch up to the drive.

- To the drive? - Right.

Oh, Rowdy.

[LISA MOANS]

[MEN SHOUTING]

String them out there.

Head them toward the flats.

Why don't you climb in the back and get a little rest?

I feel like I'm back in the Temple of Gold

rolling around in one of my dice cups.

Tip your hat, Mr. Breen.

The Goddess of Langtry City is passing by.

We've been eating a lot of dust looking for her.

Let's get it over with.

Did you forget, Mr. Breen, that ours is a mission of justice?

That's right, justice.

Our job is not to pass sentence on the Goddess, Mr. Breen.

Our friends have a stake in this too.

Will you please find them? And remind them to bring along a rope.

FAVOR:

My, my, my.

What's the matter?

What do you mean, what's the matter?

Nothing's the matter.

This coffee, it's wonderful, best you've ever done.

- Same as always, ain't it? - Oh, it's better than always.

- Are you kidding me? - That's right, ah.

FAVOR: Yuck.

MUSHY: Mr. Favor.

Mr. Rowdy's coming with the wagon.

Here, get him a cup of coffee. He'll be needing it.

- Hey, you made pretty good time. - Yeah.

- Any, uh, trouble? - No, no trouble.

What about Ms. Temple? The marshal gonna get her to Bradley all right?

Well, we didn't get to see the marshal. We didn't got to Palo Pinto.

[FAVOR GRUNTS]

Oh, no.

Well, what did you do with her?

[SIGHS]

- Coffee, Mr. Rowdy. Hot and strong. - Thanks, Mushy.

Well, let's have it. Come on, the whole ugly story.

Can I get you some food, Mr. Rowdy?

Uh, no. No, thanks, Mushy.

- Now, Rowdy. Now. - Did you have a good trip?

I bet you hated to say goodbye to that beautiful lady.

[FAVOR CLEARS THROAT]

Would you come on and do your dishes?

Today.

Uh, she's wanted for murder, boss. A murder she didn't commit.

Yeah, well, what's that got to do with anything?

ROWDY: She needs help.

Oh, well, the marshal will give her all the help she needs and then some.

No. Uh, she wouldn't have a chance with the law.

- Take my word for that. - Your word or hers?

Look, we're the only ones who can help her out.

All she needs is, uh, two or three days and we'll be in New Mexico.

Seeing as, uh, we're not a wagon train,

we ain't particularly equipped for passengers.

Especially women passengers and most especially

and particularly women passengers on the run from the law.

I know, I've been through all that, both with her and myself.

Oh, I see.

And what else did she tell you, Rowdy?

Just that as soon as she gets out of Texas, uh,

she can breathe clean air, start a new life, new name.

- Tsk, and you believed all that? - Yeah, I believed all that.

You didn't last night.

Why the, uh, sudden change of heart?

Oh.

Well, I just thought it over, that's all.

She needs somebody. A woman like that needs someone.

Oh, you are great. Heh, you really are.

A woman like that doesn't need anybody.

Not you or me or anybody.

There's only one thing she needs. It's that pretty little smile.

[HOOFBEATS APPROACHING]

Hogan's the name. A.J. Hogan out of Langtry City.

FAVOR: What do you want? - Some information.

- You the trail boss? - That's right.

Looking for a woman.

Louise Vestal is her name.

She's better known as the Goddess of Chance.

Mite short on goddesses around here.

- What do you want her for? - Murder.

Sheriff of Langtry City made the mistake of turning his back on her.

Well, if it isn't the honorable A.J. Hogan,

beloved chairman of our city council,

complete with his assortment of house-broken ring-tailed puppets.

You always knew how to make an entrance, Louise.

That's not all I knew how to make, right, Mr. Chairman?

What was your take from the Temple, 20 percent?

Look at him, Mr. Favor.

A pillar of society whose balloon of respectability started to come down

when I decided to ring down the curtain

on Louise Vestal and their goldmine of graft.

Why don't you stick to the facts, Louise?

The sheriff, not you, closed that gambling hall down.

And this gentleman is our local schoolteacher.

Mr. Respectability himself.

He owes me so much money in gambling debts

he's only got only two choices: kill himself or me.

We aren't here to talk, Goddess.

[SCOFFS]

And this noble soul is Jeremiah Breen, my most persistent admirer.

Always found time to woo me with flowers and promises.

Money too.

Where did you get the money, Mr. Breen?

- From your wife and children? - That's enough, Louise!

That will never be enough.

Al I wanted from you hypocrites was a chance.

A chance to be a decent law-abiding citizen, just like you.

No, not just like you.

Not even a tinsel goddess in a cardboard temple would sink that low.

FAVOR: You're all through now, I hope?

No, Mr. Favor, we are not through.

This woman committed a murder.

If you try to stop us from taking her into custody,

you're guilty of harboring a fugitive.

Uh, that there word "guilty", um.

That's a courtroom law

and I don't recollect having been tried and convicted of anything lately.

Besides, I don't see a badge among you.

HOGAN: The badge was buried, Mr. Favor,

along with the man that was wearing it.

Oh, I'll admit some of the things she said were true.

We did invest in her gambling house.

We did take some of the profits out of it.

We did, that is, until she decided to use it as a club

and blackmail us into silence.

That's when we knew he had to take what was coming to us,

so we closed her down.

She fought back, shot the sheriff and ran.

You see, we're partly responsible for what she is.

And we've got a responsibility to take her back.

Well, she belongs to the law and the law is gonna get her.

Sorry, that's the way it's gonna be.

We are the law in Langtry City.

Yeah, well, maybe, uh, you ought to get back to Langtry City.

You're a long way from home.

We have come a long way,

but, Louise, I promise you we're not going back without you.

Rowdy, Mr. Favor, I just don't know how to thank you.

For what?

For trusting in me. For believing in me.

Oh, you don't know how much it means.

Yeah, well, we didn't have any other choice really.

No, I didn't either. I had to run.

Well, you saw what Hogan and his men are like.

I had to keep on running until I found someone like you

and Mr. Favor who'd give me a chance to prove myself.

Oh, you'll get your chance, all right.

I'm taking you to the marshals in the morning.

Good night.

[LISA GRUNTS]

[HORSE NEIGHS]

[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

Come back here!

FAVOR: It is a nice night for a walk, ain't it?

[LISA CHUCKLES]

Oh, Mr. Favor.

- Well, you must be a light sleeper too. - Uh-huh.

[LISA CHUCKLES]

I, uh, thought I heard Hey Soos calling a horse or something.

You know, wandering out here alone like this, you're sort of inviting trouble.

I never invite trouble, Mr. Favor.

It usually drops in on me and surprises me.

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

Oh, um, one thing.

Just how far do you think you would have gotten traveling alone?

I mean, no provisions, no horse, no gun, rough country,

and a whole posse out there waiting for you.

[CHUCKLES]

Well, I almost had a horse, Mr. Favor,

but, uh, Hey Soos sleeps even lighter than you do.

You know, you're such a cool-headed, calculating and realistic woman,

yet here you are trying to run off alone.

I ain't much good at riddles. Maybe you could solve it for me.

It's simple.

This cool-headed, calculating, realistic woman has learned a few things.

I've learned that I have to be cool-headed

and calculating about other people too.

Like who?

Like you and Rowdy and the men that work for you.

- It's not fair what I've done. - Well, they've enjoyed it.

Scarlett and Quince had a reason to shave.

Toothless even found out what a comb was for again.

Yeah, but they've become accessories to a murder charge.

No, I had no right to involve you.

Rowdy seems to think that we should be involved.

Well, that's my fault too.

I played on his sympathy. I pleaded with him for help.

Oh, a nice man like that, he's so warm and honest--

And so easy to wrap around your finger.

[CHUCKLES]

Tell me, Mr. Favor,

how does a woman go about wrapping you around her finger?

By not trying to, and by not running away from things.

I'm really running away from you, you know.

Oh?

Why?

Well, I've been distracting to your men and I've slowed up your cattle drive.

I've put you in jeopardy with Hogan's men and with the law.

Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Favor.

I just wish I could start all over again with you.

If you really mean that, there is a way.

We could start over together

at the marshal's office.

HEY SOOS: Señor Favor.

Oh, I'm sorry, I thought I heard something.

Well, it's all right.

Say, would you mind saddling my horse?

And that one there would do just fine for Mrs. Temple.

- You mean we're leaving now? - Sure, why not?

This way we'll get a good jump on your friend Hogan out there.

And it will save the trouble of another painful farewell to the boys.

Hey Soos can take care of it.

Oh, and maybe you'd better stay here.

We wouldn't you wandering off in the dark again.

Is there anything I can get you for the trip?

[CHUCKLES]

I'll be back in minute.

- Why, that-- - Don't say it, señora.

A lesson I learned long ago:

[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

A closed mouth catches no flies.

Mr. Favor.

This stirrup is kind of long.

[FAVOR SIGHS]

What are you gonna tell the marshal?

I'll let you do the telling.

What if I'm guilty after all?

Well, heh, that would be your problem, wouldn't it? Not mine.

Well, what if I'd been lying and Hogan was telling the truth?

Yeah, so?

Heh. Oh, no matter.

I keep forgetting you're the one man I can't twist around my little finger.

Then why don't you stop trying?

Might save you a skinned knuckled or two.

[GUNSHOT]

[MEN SHOUTING AND CATTLE MOOING]

- Any sign of the boss? - Nope.

Not that posse either. It just seemed to disappeared.

- I wish he hadn't gone off like that. QUINCE: Hey, Rowdy!

Found him wandering lose out there in the open.

You just keep the herd moving. Come on.

QUINCE: How bad, Rowdy?

Well, he's alive.

"I need someone to believe in me."

- What did you say? - Get him back to Wishbone.

- Yeah, but-- - Get him back.

Oh, that's fine. Fine.

That'll do just fine.

There you are, Louise, just as I promised you.

This time, there'll be no misguided knights of the plain

to come and pull it down.

Mighty nice of you to come riding after us, Goddess.

Made it just about as easy as it can be.

But I didn't--

- Hogan, you can't-- - Louise, Louise, just watch.

Keep your eyes open and watch as long as you can.

Bring over the horse, Tom.

[GUNSHOT]

That horse stays put. And so do you.

Oh, Rowdy, I knew you'd come. I knew you'd save me.

Drop the gun belts. Now.

You're making a mistake, cowboy. This is our business, not yours.

A man with a bullet in his back makes it my business.

They did it, Rowdy.

They killed Mr. Favor. No warning, no nothing.

- Just a bullet in the back. - Move over here.

She's lying.

She came riding in to us. She was all alone.

Don't pull that trigger yet, Rowdy.

Not till he knows what it feels like to beg.

The show's over, Goddess.

HOGAN: You're making a mistake, cowboy. A big mistake.

I made one mistake. I'm not planning on making another, mister.

You know, it's a funny thing about poison, boy.

It comes in all kinds of containers.

Some of them are even pretty.

Louder, Hogan. A man on his knees, he's gotta speak up real loud.

Everybody she touches turns green inside and sort of rots.

It's a slow way of dying that even a scalpel can't cut out.

But there is one cure.

We know it and I think you do too.

Keep talking, Hogan.

Pretty soon we're all gonna be singing spirituals.

- Get your horse. - Well, my hands.

HOGAN: One man is dead, maybe another.

As for us, I guess we're all dying a little bit inside,

because we looked and we listened and we let her poison sink in.

Let us finish what we started. It's the only way.

You are finished, Hogan. All of you.

ROWDY: All right, get on your horses. - Rowdy.

But they're murderers. They killed Mr. Favor.

You can't just let them ride away.

You believe what she said, cowboy?

If I did, you wouldn't be riding out of here. Now get moving.

Well, I guess you're right.

There's no point in wasting ammunition on them.

What's more important is you and me.

You shut up. Get on that horse.

Rowdy, you don't believe them, do you?

- You don't think I killed Mr. Favor. - You liar. You rotten...

All right, ah.

All right, I'm a liar and a murderess.

I'm everything anybody ever said I was.

So I guess there's just one thing left to do,

pull that trigger.

What's the matter, Rowdy, you find it difficult to shoot a woman?

I'll make it easier for you.

How's that?

[CHUCKLES]

Just isn't a fair fight, is it?

You got a gun, but you also got a conscience.

Yeah, you're right about the gun.

But you're wrong about that conscience.

A fellow once told me, if you're ever gonna get shot, let a woman do it.

They never been known to hit anything yet.

I don't know, feels like she did pretty good though.

[FAVOR GROANS]

Oh, thanks.

[FAVOR SIGHS]

[FAVOR COUGHS]

There's not a sign of him, boss, nowhere.

Looked everyplace he should've been. He wasn't.

- What about the girl? - That isn't a girl.

Lacking the broom and the boiling pot, it's purebred witch.

All the more reason, ugh, to find him, then.

Well, you're not going. You couldn't get two miles that way.

MUSHY: Mr. Favor.

Mr. Favor, Rowdy is coming.

- The girl's not with him. - Looks like she found her broom.

- That's kind of a fancy-looking rig FAVOR: Ugh.

- You got there. - Thank you.

[ROWDY SIGHS]

FAVOR: Hmm?

Thanks.

Where is she?

ROWDY: Ah. - What did you do with her?

She's with the marshal, Hogan and the rest of them.

She's their problem now and she better stay that way.

You know what she said?

The last thing she said to me was she wanted me to believe in her,

and thanked me for trying.

- Can you imagine that? - You tried pretty hard.

Yeah, I almost did.

[ROWDY SIGHS]

Head them up!

Move them out!

[MEN SHOUTING]