All language subtitles for Rawhide S07E09 The Backshooter.eng

♪ 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)

[HORSE WHINNIES]

[HORSE NEIGHING]

[SNORTS]

You all right, boy?

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

[NEIGHS]

[GUNSHOT]

I heard a shot.

Had to shoot my horse.

Where?

Down there. We took a spill.

I'm with a cattle drive back a ways.

I sure hated to lose that horse.
I had him a long time.

Well, you're lucky you got yourself
a hard head there, friend.

Took yourself one great big whack.

Yeah, you ought to see the rock.

So you're with a cattle drive, huh?

Yeah, that's right.

Rowdy Yates is the name.

You're a long way from anything

with mean eyes and long horns
right now.

Cattle don't have mean eyes.

Who you running from?

I'm not running from anybody.

Why all the questions?

What about you?
What are you doing out here?

My name's Sam Jefferson.

- Yeah?
- Oh, you mean what I do for a living?

Well, I do the best I can, that's what.

Well, anyway, I owe you.

No, you don't owe me nothing.

Hey, now, take it easy there.
No sudden moves.

You treat that gray matter in your skull
like a beautiful young girl.

Don't rile her up.
Treat her gentle, she'll love you.

Mm.

I think my head's feeling like it's on
right side up now.

You know,
I've been doing some thinking.

You said something about owing me?

Yeah, that I did.

Well, maybe there's one thing
you can do for me.

What's that?

Just lay right still, look straight out.

Don't move your head
one way or the other.

I wanna show you a picture.

Well, there is a likeness, all right.

I've been planning to turn myself in.

Know what I was doing
when I ran into you out here?

- Uh-uh.
- Circling around.

Yeah, I'd head in toward town,
change my mind, turn back.

Change my mind again,
head in again.

I guess if you hadn't been
circling around, you'd have missed me.

Yeah.

I want you to do me a favor.

- What's that?
- I want you to take me in

and collect the reward money
and give it to my wife.

Five thousand dollars
will set her up for a long time.

I owe her that.

I'm reading you as honest enough
to give her that money.

That's some favor.

Well, you don't have to do it.

I said I owed you.

Yeah.

Well, you think about it.

Take a walk around,
see how your head is.

I'll make some coffee.

[GUNSHOT]

How's the skull?

Fine.

God, I'm hot.

- You got any idea who'd do this?
- Unh!

ROWDY:
Huh?

You ever see those little snow glasses
they sell in Denver, Rowdy?

You turn them upside down
and it snows.

I wish I was inside it now.

Cool.

Don't move.

You take me in, Rowdy.

You collect the reward money,
give it to my wife.

I told you I owed you.

MAN:
Hey.

- Accident?
- No.

- Who is he?
- Sam Jefferson.

Sheriff, you got a minute?

No, I haven't got a minute.

I've got forms to fill out,
letters to write, rounds to make.

But that's my own private failing.

Look, this is important.

Stranger, I got all the work
cut out for me that I can handle.

Now, if you want some help,
why don't you ride over to Haysville

and get the federal marshal to help?

- I don't need any help.
- Good.

I just brought in Sam Jefferson.

Got him right outside here.

You didn't tell me he was dead.

This here poster says "dead or alive."

That's right.

Will I get the money?

Well, I'll have to notify
the Wells Fargo man.

You can wait for him in my office
if you want to.

No, thanks. I'll be at the saloon.

Tom, run over to Mr. Tasker's house
and get him for me.

- That's Sam Jefferson, all right.
- Yeah.

[CHATTERING]

- Another?
- Yeah.

He's here.
Somebody got Sam Jefferson.

Yeah, I seen him bring him in.
Now, somebody--

Hey, that's him there.

- You got Sam Jefferson, huh?
- Yeah, so it seems.

- Sam's dead.
- Dead?

- How about that?
- You track him long, mister?

Look, uh, I just wanna drink my beer,
all right?

Sure. It's on the house.

No, thanks.

Yeah, he can afford to pay.

How's it feel to be $5,000 richer?

MAN: Say, what about Jack Cleet
and the Adams boys?

- Wasn't Sam with them?
- Yeah, how'd you kill him anyway?

Sam put up much of a fight?

Drop it, will you?

TOM:
Mr. Tasker, you hear what happened?

Here he is back here.

[MURMURING]

Who are you?

- My name's Yates. Rowdy Yates.
- I'm John Tasker.

- The Wells Fargo man?
- Yeah, that's right.

Yeah, you're the man
who pays the money, huh?

I'll have to wire Denver
for the authorization

to pay you the reward money.

It should come through
by tomorrow.

What time?

Well, the sheriff plans
on burying Jefferson at 11.

I should have the authorization
by then.

Fine.

Was it really Sam Jefferson?

Yes, I identified him.
It's Sam Jefferson, all right.

With a rifle bullet, in his back.

In his back?

Dead center of the shoulder blades.

Look, uh, someone else, uh...

Who else?

See you tomorrow.

[MURMURING]

Anybody there?

- Anybody in?
MAN: Yes, sir.

Right here, sir.

Will you put my horse up
for the night?

BURT:
Mm-hm.

Uh, you say, uh,
this here is your horse?

Yeah, that's what I said.

[BURT CHUCKLES]

Funny, this looks just like the horse
Sam Jefferson used to ride.

Look, mister,
do you want my business or don't you?

Oh, I-- I-- I do. I truly do.

You see,
I'm not like most folks around here.

I believe if a fella got a chance
to better hisself, he's gotta take it,

even if it means doing some things
that most folks might not approve of.

Feed him, will you?

Oh, hey, now. No, no, no. Hey.

Look, don't be mad at me.
I want us to be friends.

- You do?

Matter of fact, I got a proposition
I'd like to make to you.

What kind?

Gold. A genuine gold mine.

I know where we can pick up
the only map to it

for under a thousand dollars.

We could be partners, you and me.

Hey--

Hey, what's a thousand to you?

Hey.

You gonna cut the heads?

CLEET:
Yep.

You ever see what one of these
does to somebody?

I never stayed around that long
after I squeezed the trigger.

You remember that mountain lion
I got back at Flagstaff?

- Yeah, the mama?
- Yeah.

It sure hurt her.

- I mean, Cleet, it hurt her bad.
- Heh-heh.

My friend, when you decide
to pour lead into somebody,

you better make sure it hurts them.

Because if you just make them angry,
you'd best watch out.

[MAN WHISTLES]

That must be Burt.

Howdy, Bill.

CLEET:
Well, it's about time, you old weasel.

Yeah, well,
I just couldn't get away, Cleet.

There was a lot of excitement
in town.

CLEET:
Yeah, I'll bet. Heh.

- Well, it was about Sam.
CLEET: Yeah, we know.

Oh, you didn't bring much.

Well, how would you know
about Sam?

Oh, Sam talked it over with us.

He said he wanted to turn himself in,
and we told him that was up to him.

I'll bet he really caused a stir
when he rode into town. Heh.

Well, he didn't rightly ride into town.

Some fella brought him in.

Just this afternoon.

You mean somebody caught him?

Not caught, shot in the back.

Who did it?

BURT: Don't know his name,
never seen him before.

But he's still in town.

Yeah? How come?

They're burying Sam tomorrow at 11.

He has to wait there till then
to get his reward money.

CLEET:
Tomorrow at 11, huh?

You know, I liked Sam a lot.

FRED:
So did I.

Well, we're gonna be in town by 11.

In town?

You mean you're going to the funeral?

Yeah...

...both of them.

Yeah, there he is. Just finishing.

I'll wait till he comes on out here.

Why don't you run on, Burt?

What--?
You mean you don't want me to stay?

No, I don't want you to stay.

Well, I kind of figured
I was gonna handle one of the guns.

You mean to tell me

that you'd draw down
on your own friends?

I could be talked into it.

Well, Yates.

You got a lot of nerve,

wandering around town like this
at night all by yourself.

Be seeing you.

Well, uh, I thought maybe, uh--

You thought wrong.

Well, boy,
I'll walk along with you for a ways,

if you don't mind.

- That's all right, your street.
- Heh-heh.

You know, you wouldn't have nothing
to worry about

if you'd shot a really bad man.

He couldn't have been
too much of a lily

with $5,000 on his head.

Well, understand
that you gotta know Wells Fargo.

He worked as an agent for them
up until about a year ago,

when he took off with $20,000
of their money. Heh.

Mr. Tasker,
their headman around here,

wasn't too pleased
with the example he set.

Yeah. Well, I understood
that Jefferson hung around

with a bad crowd.

Well, it can get awful lonesome
riding the owl hoot trail.

I think maybe
he was just after the company

more than anything else.

Some company.

The Adams brothers and Jack Clate.

Cleet. Jack Cleet.

You better get that name straight,
boy.

Understand that him and the Adamses
is riding in to the funeral,

and I don't think they'd come in
out of pure sentiment.

I see.

As I understand it,
why, they don't plan to start nothing

till after the funeral's over.

That's at 11:00,

and, well, you ought to be able to get
your money about that time,

and, well, I can have
a couple of deputies,

when they ride in after you,
I'll take care of them.

Ah, well, thank you very much.

Uh, of course, I'll take care of them
out of my own pocket.

Yeah?

And, uh, then all you'll have
to settle with is me.

Oh...

Oh, I see.

How much?

Half.

[CHUCKLES]

- No.
- Now, boy, just mull it over a while.

I don't have to mull it over,
I'm not gonna give you one cent.

Now, that's remarkable.

Because I wouldn't give one cent
for your chances

if you try to go it alone.

Better sleep on it, boy.

If you decide to take me up
on my proposition,

why, get a hold of me
before 11:00 tomorrow.

Otherwise, I don't think
you'll be around to see 12:00.

- Oh.
- Yes?

Uh, Mr. Tasker here?

No, he isn't, but I expect him back
any moment, Mr...?

Uh, Yates. Rowdy Yates, ma’am.

Oh.

Can I wait here for him?

Not in my father's house.

Well, I'm sorry I bothered you.

Was $5,000 really that important?

- Well, what are you doing here?
- I was looking for you.

I told you you'll get paid off
when I get the authorization.

I'll see you at the telegraph office
at 11.

I'll be there.
But I wanna know one thing.

Maybe you could tell me
where I could locate Jefferson's wife.

His wife?

Right. I understood
he had a wife here in Morgan City.

Jefferson had no wife.

- You sure?
- Of course I'm sure.

I knew Jefferson well.
He was with my company.

He was never married.

What put a stupid notion like that
in your head?

- I don't know, I just heard it--
- Well, you heard wrong.

I'll see you at the telegraph office,
Yates, at 11.

[BANGING]

Well, there you are, you lazy,
good-for-nothing saddle bum!

What are you doing
just strolling around town like this?

- Wish, are you a sight for sore eyes.
- Wait till Mr. Favor gets a hold of you.

- Yeah, where is he?
- The boss?

- Yeah.
- Well, we had to move the herd,

so I come to find you.

Let's get out of here,
we're in a fishbowl.

I'll buy you a cup of coffee.

What's the matter with folks
in this town?

Haven't they ever seen
a bearded gentleman before?

[CHATTERING]

[CHATTERING STOPS]

What's the matter,
my hair not combed or something?

No, no. Wish,

I want you to play a little game
with me.

You see, we're old friends,
haven't seen each other in a long time.

We're really enjoying ourselves,
right?

Smile, Wish.

[WISHBONE LAUGHS]

- I'm really enjoying this.
- Right, right.

Now, here's what I want you to do.

Without batting an eye,

[BOTH LAUGHING]

I want you to get on your horse
and just walk him right out of town.

[BOTH LAUGHING]

Then when you get out of town,

you ride like the whole
North American world's after you.

When you get back, see,
you get Mr. Favor and Quince

and the whole crew, fully armed,

and you come back here
ready for a fight.

[WISHBONE LAUGHING]

- Guns? Ha-ha-ha-ha.
- Guns.

- Oh, Rowdy, you're as funny as ever.
- I thought you'd think so.

- Well, it's good seeing you again.
- It's good seeing you, Wish.

- I've got a million questions.
- Haven't got time to answer them.

- You're gonna need to see the sheriff.
- Now, look, I need what I need,

and I need it right now.

- Now, get moving.
- Ha-ha-ha-ha.

Now, look,
it'd take me three hours there

and three hours back.
That's six hours.

A man can get shot up 20, 30 times
in six hours. Ha-ha-ha.

So I got a whole batch of new
ammunition out in my saddlebag,

I'm staying.

Wi--

You dirty old...

Al right. All right, I brought in this
wanted man with a bullet in his back.

I didn't shoot him, no.

But I promised him I'd turn
the reward money over to his wife.

He saved my life
up there on the trail.

Oh, boy, what's the matter with you?

Tell somebody, anybody.

At least tell the sheriff.

I can't tell a soul. How do you think
that Wells Fargo would feel

about paying reward money to the
widow of the man who robbed them?

They wouldn't go for that at all.

I told Mr. Favor, I said,

"Mr. Favor,
if you got to send somebody in

to check cattle prices,
don't send Rowdy Yates."

That's what I told him.

If there's a cinder of trouble in the sky,
it'll find its way into your eye.

Have you found that woman yet?

No, I don't even know where to look.

Well, we better get started.

You got any idea where?

Well, the mayor,

the minister down there,
somebody's gotta know.

We do hope.

All right, you get on the other end
and let's get it over to the undertaker's.

This thing gives me the creeps.

All right, now get a better grip on it.
That's it, boy.

Hey, Cleet.

Must be time.

Yeah, looks that way.

[TICKING]

- You wish to see me?
- Uh, yes, sir.

I'm a bit rushed,
but if you can tell me quickly.

Well, it's about Sam Jefferson--
Or rather his wife.

That's what we wanna know about.

- You're strangers in town, aren't you?
- Well, yes, sir.

Would your name by any chance
be Yates?

Yeah, I'm afraid it is.

I see.

Uh, it was my understanding that, uh,
he had a wife here in Morgan City.

I thought maybe
you'd know something about it.

And if that were true,

you would seek out this woman
and ask her forgiveness.

Is that your wish, Mr. Yates?

Well, I'd like to see her, though.

I would suggest that you speak instead
to your God, young man.

Ask his forgiveness.

Well, I'm sure
that's a very good idea, sir,

but, uh, could you tell me,

is there a Mrs. Jefferson
here in Morgan City?

Not to my knowledge, no.

[CARRIAGE APPROACHING]

And now, if you'll excuse me,

I have a rather regrettable task
to perform.

It's almost time for the funeral.

Well, what now?

I don't know.

- You want some advice, boy?
- Yeah, I'm open.

Let's pick up that money

and you come on back to the drive
with me.

We're gonna lay over
a couple of days anyway.

That way you can come back in town
and look for that woman.

Only this time,
you'll have some help with you.

Hey, that's not a bad idea, Wish.

You go on back and you tell Mr. Favor,
and I'll be along shortly.

No, I'll wait around,
then we can go together.

No, no. Look, I don't need your help.
I'll pick up the money by myself.

- No, why"

Well, why?

Because it don't make sense,
that's why.

Anyway, it's almost 11:00.

Besides,
Mr. Favor told me to bring you in

and that's what I'm gonna do.

Look, maybe I don't like
being calf-towed in.

Maybe you'd like to be hogtied then.

No, I want you to get on your horse
and I want you to ride out of here.

Maybe I'll be back,
and maybe I won't.

Now, just what's that
supposed to mean?

Means if I find Mrs. Jefferson,
I'll give her the money,

and if I don't, well...

Well, what?

Well, with $5,000 in my pocket,

you don't think I'm gonna work
for some lousy trail drive, do you?

So now you're thinking
about keeping that money?

Maybe I will, maybe I won't.
That's my business anyway.

Oh, boy, I always heard the prospect
of big money could change a man.

Now you're trying
to make me believe it.

Your horse is waiting, Wish.

Don't be ridiculous.

You can tell Mr...

Well, don't tell him anything
about the money

unless I don't show up.

And if you don't show up,
I'm supposed to tell him

you suddenly got so rich
you don't need the likes of us?

- Why don't you just do like I sa--?
- Look, get moving, will you?

I'm tired of standing here,
listening to your gab

and looking at your funny face.
Now, get going.

All right then, you can just get yourself
out of this mess.

I will.

SHERIFF:
What'd you do, boy?

Send your friend out for some help?

- Heh.

Now, that's funny.

Because I figure
you're gonna be needing

all the help you can get
right after the funeral.

I just didn't want him
to get hurt, that's all.

Uh-huh.
Well, like I said last night,

you ain't got a ghost of a chance
unless you get me to help you.

The answer's still no, sheriff.

Yeah, and you're still a fool.

[THUDS]

Well, you still figure
you can pick up that money

and get out of town

- before they get down off of the hill?
- Maybe.

Well, now, what if you do?

They're gonna follow you, boy.

Don't make no difference
where you are,

they're gonna pick up your trail
and they'll be right behind you.

I say let's cut them down right here.

It'll be worth the money.

I don't understand, you're willing
to let them ride right into town like this,

yet you wanna cut them down
for $2,500.

Well, at least I'd fight them
fair and square.

I wouldn't go shooting them
in the back.

[SIGHS]

ROWDY:
Hey.

Get my horse ready, will you?

Have you been
at the telegraph office yet?

No.

Well, I better get your horse ready.

Well, you're right on time.

ROWDY:
Any word yet?

Not yet.
But I've got the money right here.

It's yours, just as soon
as we've heard from Denver.

[TICKING]

I'm surprised
you didn't go to the funeral.

Looked like it was just
family and friends to me.

Yeah, I saw them ride into town.

That's why there are no townspeople
up there.

Those three are the kind
you, uh, stay away from.

You scared, Mr. Yates?

Maybe. Wouldn't you be?

Oh, I'm not a back-shooter.

Look, I just came here
to get the money,

not to listen to your chatter.

Of course.

And for your sake,
I hope it doesn't take too long.

[SIGHS]

We're gathered here today
to honor a friend,

Samuel Billy Jefferson.

Was it Billy or William?

Billy.

We're gathered here today
to honor a friend,

Samuel Billy Jefferson.

A young man
gone long before his time,

who barely touched our lives,
yet we will never forget him.

He worked with us,
he lived among us,

he died alone.

[TICKING]

[TAPPING]

It's just a line signal,

but it should be coming through
any minute now.

It is not our purpose

to condemn the circumstances
of his death,

but to recall in sacred memory
the brief moment of his life.

[TICKING]

[TAPPING]

Here it is.

[TELEGRAPH MACHINE TAPPING]

"Denver office authorizes John Tasker
to pay the reward money

if Tasker is certain
deceased is Sam Jefferson."

Well?

I'm certain.

And here's the money,
5,000 in $20 gold pieces.

- Thank you.
- Not so fast.

First, I'll, uh, need a receipt.

Before you sign the receipt,
you have to count it.

Count it? I'll take your word for it.

No, Mr. Yates,
we'll do business my way or not at all.

Now, count it.

[CLOCK TICKING]

[COINS RATTLING]

"I am the resurrection and the life,"
sayeth the Lord.

"He who believeth in me,
though he were dead,

yet shall he live.

And whosoever liveth
and believeth in me

shall never die."

It's all there.

TASKER:
Mm.

I feel a little, uh, thirsty.

Care to join me at the saloon,
Yates?

No, thanks.

Goodbye, Mr. Yates.

[CLOCK TICKING]

- That ready?
- One second.

I'm not sure I got a second.

Yeah, you'll never outrun them.

I think you should've took
the sheriff up on his proposition.

You know all about that, huh?

Ah, you seem to hear a lot of things.
What else do you know?

About what?

About a woman
married to Sam Jefferson.

Come on, friend, you think
I'm the back-shooter, don't you?

Well, look, like I told you before,

I'm not the type
to make any judgments.

You think I shot a man in the back,
right?

Yeah.

[COCKS GUN]

Well, you just keep on thinking that,

because I'm gonna spin you around
like a top.

When you come around
the second or third time,

- I'm gonna put a bullet in your back.
- It won't help you none.

Those boys on Boot Hill, they won't
let you get away with harming me.

They're my friends. I been taking
supplies to them for years now.

- Even when Jefferson was with them?
- Well, sure.

Just carrying messages
back and forth?

Well, what's wrong with that?

Jefferson told you
he was gonna give himself up,

and then you told his wife.

Heh. You're pretty good.

You weren't even there
and you know all about it.

I just wanna know where his wife is.

I'm asking you like a gentleman.

Unto Almighty God
we commend the soul

of our brother Samuel Billy Jefferson,
departed,

and commit his body to the ground.

Earth to earth, ashes to ashes,
dust to dust.

In sure and certain hope
of the resurrection unto eternal life,

through our Lord Jesus Christ,

at whose coming in glorious majesty
to judge the world,

the earth and the sea
shall give up their dead.

And the corruptible bodies
of those who sleep in him

shall be changed

and made like unto
his own glorious body,

according to the mighty working,

whereby he is able
to subdue all things unto himself.

What do you want?

I wanna talk to you.

I have nothing to say to you.

Well, I have something to say to you,
Mrs. Jefferson.

I want you to know
I didn't kill Sam Jefferson,

and I was kind of hoping
you'd tell me something about him.

Why, that's asking a lot, isn't it? I...

Where do I start?

He was born and he went to school,
he died.

No, I mean, uh,

I was hoping you'd tell me
about you and him together.

Oh, Mr. Yates, you cannot ask me

about my life with Sam Jefferson
without intruding.

No, I'm no fool. I...

My father has filled this house
with books on legal matters.

I know all about
the due process of law,

and you simply cannot thrust your way
into someone's house

and try and frighten them
into saying what you want them to say.

Well, you invited me in.

Well, I don't see any reason

for going into any personal discussion
on the porch.

I have friends here, you know.
This is my town,

and I don't want them
staring and gossiping.

Ma'am, would you like to sit down?

Mr. Yates, this is my house,
and I will extend the courtesies.

Please sit down.

Oh, please,
take this chair over here.

[ROWDY SIGHS]

- Can you tell me about Sam?
- Why?

Well, back on the trail, uh, I was hurt,

and he found me and fixed me up.

Possibly saved my life.

Well, isn't that
all you need to know then,

that Sam was a charitable man?

You're the only wife Sam had?

Yes.

Thank you very much.

I'm going to give you the reward money
like Sam asked me to.

Uh, sorry I bothered you.

Is that all you need to know then?

Yeah, that's all.

But you haven't heard the rest.

Well, I don't want to intrude.

No, you see,
my father had the marriage annulled.

Did Sam know this?

No.

When Sam proved himself
to be weak and able to be tempted,

without any of the gentlemanly virtues,

no true character,

why, there was no reason for me

to try and communicate
with him further.

Sure.

Sam may have helped you,

but one can't redeem himself
with a single act, can one?

No, I guess one can't.

I was only 18, you see.

I was infatuated.

You know how young people are.

He wasn't really right for me at all.

He came from
a completely different background,

and he didn't have
any real ambition.

It was just two people infatuated.

But wait.

He gave me this.

You see,
it's a snow scene in a glass.

You turn it upside down and it snows,

and you turn it back and it clears.

He was really very childish.

[SOBBING]

Uh, preacher,
that was, uh, a real fine service.

- Thank you, but this isn't necessary.
- Uh, yes, it is.

That's why we're here in town,

to make sure everything
is taken care of proper.

I'll have one more, Tom.

- Street empty too?
- Yeah.

Hello, Tasker.

TASKER: Yates,
I thought you'd be long gone by now.

No.

No, I thought I'd stick around a little.

[COCKS GUN]

TOM:
Hey, there's no guns drawn in here.

Bartender, take a walk.
I wanna talk to Mr. Tasker.

TOM: Wait a minute--
- Now.

What is this all about, Yates?

- Count that.
- Now, you listen to me--

[GUNSHOT]

I said, count it.

[COINS RATTLING]

Sheriff, that back-shooter
is at the saloon,

and he's got a gun on Mr. Tasker.

Oh? Well, now, I wonder where
Jack Cleet and them Adams boys are.

Well, I don't know,
still up the hill, I guess.

Well, I reckon they ought to be
down here pretty quick,

and then you won't have to worry
about that back-shooter no more.

Sit down.

Ain't you gonna do something?

Why, Tom,
I'm doing my duly-elected job here,

and it's a mighty tiresome one too.

But that's my own private failing.

That's it, Tasker, nice and neat.

I don't understand this.

Sam Jefferson wasn't good enough
for your daughter,

so you got rid of him, right?

I did everything to help him.

I wanted him to succeed.

After all,
he was my daughter's choice.

He wasn't your choice,
so you framed him.

I see.

You came into town for one day
and you know everything.

Understand everything.

You missed your calling, my friend.

You should've been
with a traveling show,

reading leaves
at the bottom of a cup,

predicting the future for farm boys
too stupid to make their own.

Your daughter told me
that you framed him.

She couldn't.

Well, she did.

Well, uh, the girl's distraught.

Chronically distraught. You...

You had no right to bully her.

I know my daughter,
and I know what's right for her.

And Samuel Billy Jefferson
was simply not right for her.

So I ended that relationship
in the best possible way,

a sharp, clean break--

My daughter never told you a word.

She didn't know anything.

You lied.

Yeah, I guess I did.

But then I never claimed to have
any of those gentlemanly virtues.

I don't know what you--

Go ahead and count your money.
It is your money, Tasker.

Are you trying to say
that I shot Jefferson?

That's right, right in the back.

Now, count your blood money.

There he is!
There's the back-shooter! Get him.

[GUNSHOTS]

Fred, you better cover the rear door.

[GUNSHOT]

Come on, he's in the stable.

He's bleeding bad.
We gotta get him to a doctor.

Ah, take him.

Sorry, Cleet, he's my brother.

Well, go on
before he bleeds to death.

RUTH: Father.
- Ruth, stay here in the house.

- Mr. Yates was here.
- I know.

- Well, he said he didn't kill Sam.
- Of course he said he didn't kill Sam.

- What else would he say?
- Well, of course you're right.

Why should I believe some cowboy
who just came to the door

and started talking about Sam?

He liked Sam.

Fine, fine.

RUTH:
You killed him, didn't you?

[RUTH SOBBING]

[CLATTERING]

[GUNSHOT]

[GRUNTING]

You get up,
we're gonna have a little talk.

You've done enough talking, Yates.
Now, don't turn around.

You're gonna shoot somebody else
in the back, Tasker?

No, I wouldn't wanna spoil
Cleet's fun.

Get up, Jack, he's all yours.

Why don't you shoot me,
just like you did Sam Jefferson?

What's he talking about?

Don't listen to him, get on with it.

Why does he wanna kill me?

Why would he wanna help you out,
Cleet?

- Yeah, why?
- All right.

[GUNSHOT]

His daughter come down to my office
and we had a nice little talk.

There's your back-shooter.

What about him?

Him?

He's just a dumb, stubborn cowboy.

Cleet,
the Adams boys is down at Doc's.

You better go pick them up
and get out of town

before I suffer another fit
of civic duty.

- Sheriff--
- I know, I know.

But that's when I figured
you was a back-shooter.

Yeah. Well, there's $5,000
down at the saloon,

and Ruth Tasker,
she probably wouldn't mind having it.

She don't want it.

I'll give it back to Wells Fargo.

Don't look like I'm ever
gonna get rich, not at this job.

But that's my own private failing.

Happy, will you get the stinking hide
out of here?

Well, you come crawling back, huh?

Yeah, I guess I did.

Yeah, you must have got real unlucky
and found that widow

so you didn't have
to give the money back.

Well, something like that.

Where's Mr. Favor?
I better go talk to him.

He's out at the herd.

Oh, and, uh, you can tell him
whatever you want to.

I just told him
you had some business

and you might be back
and you might not.

Well, thanks, Wish.

[SNIFFS]

Ah. Stew smells great as usual.

Well, thank you.

[SNIFFS]

That's scorched hide!

Head them up!

Move them out!

[MEN YELLING AND WHISTLING]