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"Colt.45."

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What's the sense for waiting till mornin', sheriff ?

The gallows is ready and I got the rope.

It'll all be done according to the judgement of the courts.

You hang, you hand legal.

Alright, that's far enough now.

You've had your fun. Go on home.

Ain't everybody can say they saw the Comanche Kid, sheriff.

Just bring him out for one more look.

You'll get all the look that your stomach can stand

at the hangin' tomorrow.

August 8th, territory of Arizona.

The Comanche Kid had just been tried

by the district judge at Hillsborough

and sentenced to hang at Granite Gap.

Well, we had caught him.

He'd kill is first man when he was 15.

His last at 22.

There were 7 in between.

Nine senseless murders.

I hope things quiet down some out there.

That beats all, the pleasure some folk get

out of seein' a man die.

You ought to know all about that, Kid.

You've traded your share.

Sure nary other things I don't enjoy hanging a man.

But in your case I'm willin' to make an exception.

Cock of the walk, ain't you, Pat.

If it wasn't for the government man here

you'd have never caught me.

He'd have caught you sooner or later alone.

But the government signed your death warrant

when you gunned that teller in the national bank.

He's right, Chris.

Maybe I'm getting too old for this job. What do you think ?

I think you're talkin' like a man who's tiered

and has every right to be.

Took both of us to bring him in.

Thanks.

There's a lot of folks who'll sleep better nights

knowing the Comanche Kid's out of circulation.

And I'm one of 'em.

I'll have time to get in a couple of hours.

Oh, you're not stayin' over ?

Nope. I'll grab a nap and leave before dawn.

Makes for cooler riding.

Washington's a long way off from here.

You write to me let me know how you're getting along.

I'll do that.

So long, Pat.

- Cal. - Bye.

Nice feller that.

The best.

You ain't thinkin' of stayin' all night, are you ?

Why ?

Well there ain't no use in both of us

losin' sleep.

I just wanna stay here and look at him in that cage.

He's a lot smarter than both of us.

He ain't losin' any sleep.

Get on home soon now, you hear ?

Yeah.

- Hello, Pat. - Cal.

It's almost 5 o'clock.

I thought I'd expel you a bit.

You better get on over home.

Yeah, you don't wanna be too tiered

to enjoy the hangin', sheriff.

Might as well stay up now.

You just gonna stand there ?

- What's he talkin' about ? - Listen.

I don't want any trouble, Pat. Open that cell.

If you'd gone on home like I wanted you to

this never would've come about.

There won't be a rock big enough for you to hide under, Cal.

You still got time to change your mind.

I don't wanna have to take them keys the hard way.

What kind of a deal did he make you ?

I just wanna know your price.

I already know what you are.

Remember the money he took from those cattle buyers ?

Ten thousand, and we couldn't find it.

I figure a man can live hard and fast for a long time

on ten thousand, and the Kid knows where it's hidden.

I'll never stop lookin' for you.

Why don't you shut the old goat up ?

Open it up, Pat.

And remember, Kid, if you've get any ideas, I've got the gun.

The horses are out back.

Yaw'

Oh, let me help you.

Oh, that's mine.

Excuse me, but could you direct me to the sheriff's office ?

Yeah, j-just down the street, lady.

B-but you won't find Sheriff Monahan down there

no, he's up at the doc's place, and that's right around there.

And, you just can't miss it

because there's a shingle up there that says Doc Fallon.

- Right around there. - Thank you.

You welcome.

I keep thinkin' what that Kid's like.

He'll kill again now.

If that posse comes back without him

he'll kill more.

They told me I might find the sheriff here.

- Yes, won't you come in ? - Thank you.

Lady to see you, Pat.

Why don't you have a chair ?

You Sheriff Monahan ?

Yes, ma'am. Won't you sit down ?

Thank you, it's been a long trip.

All the way from Independence.

What was it you wanted to see me about, Mrs..

Naylor. Martha Naylor.

It's about the boy. The one they call the Comanche Kid.

You know something about him ?

I have reason to believe he's my son.

Your son ?

You must be mixed up some, Mrs. Naylor.

The Comanche Kid was raised by the Indians.

My son was taken in a raid.

My husband was killed and I was left for dead.

How old would your boy be now ?

Twenty-two this month. The same as this lad.

It was in all the papers.

If he is my son then my place is at his side.

If he isn't, then I wanna know.

You haven't seen your boy for years

what makes you think you'll know him ?

You take me to him, sheriff, and let me talk to him

I'd know.

I'm afraid that's not possible, Mrs. Naylor.

The Kid escaped three days ago.

He escaped ?

Why don't you go down to the hotel and rest

then we'll put you on the evening stage.

I'm not going back until I talk to him.

You do what you think is best, ma'am.

Doc, you wanna take her down to the hotel ?

Sure thing.

It's the posse.

Your friend Colt look beat.

I don't have to ask.

It's written all over your face.

Came back without the Kid.

- Hello, Chris. - How is he, doc ?

Oh, he'll live.

He got away, Pat.

We lost his trail at the foot of Fortress Peak.

If he get into those terracos we may never get him.

He won't. I'm going back after him.

You don't know that country, I'll go with you.

You can't climb on a horse.

Say nothing of tracking a man over a mountain.

The doc's right, you'd never make it in the shape you're in.

- You'd be a sitting duck. - Well, what about you ?

The Kid'll figure on being followed

and he'll be waiting.

This isn't my first time out, you know ?

Could be your last.

You're blowin' the Kid up way out of size.

He'll shoot somebody in the back

or draw on someone he thinks can beat...

No, no, no. You don't know the Kid like I do.

He lives like an Indian, he thinks like one.

We brought him back before. I'll bring him back this time.

Alright, that's for you to say.

But if you're not back in two weeks I'm comin' after you.

One think in your favor though, Chris.

It's been a long dry year. Kid'll be slim on water rations.

I'll take an extra canteen.

August 17th.

Four days in the peaks and still no sign of the Kid.

Whatever else he was he was no fool on the trail.

He picked the rocky spots and stuck to them.

This was the third waterhole that was dry.

Whatever the Kid was doing up ahead he was thirsty.

Mrs. Naylor.

Gettin' so I could almost set my watch for you.

Any news ?

I don't know what I'm gonna do with you.

Everyday it's the same.

Why don't you go on back to Independence ?

I've got to know if he's my son.

- I'm sorry to be a bother. - Oh, it's not that.

I just don't like to see you torture yourself.

Mrs. Naylor, I'm a man who deals in the laws of evidence.

And as far as I can see there just isn't a shred to prove

that the Comanche Kid could be your son.

Well, th-they're of an age.

- Both taken by the Indians. - That's not an uncommon story.

Anyway, we don't know if the Kid's lying

about being raised a Comanche.

- Look, the papers said... - Now !

Don't you go believing everything you read.

The Kid sat right over there in that jail cell

talking to an Eastern reporter.

Lyin' just as fast as an horse can trot.

The people of Independence believed what they read.

I wanna be able to look 'em in the eye.

One way or the other I've got to know.

The frontier is tough, Mrs. Naylor.

There've been some rotten men out here.

And the Kid's right at the top of the list.

Why, he shot up a whole family just three miles from here.

I know. I read that too.

If I brought him into the world

then the guilt is mine.

It's like I pulled the trigger.

I got my first real lead on the Kid

10 days after I've started out.

The ashes were still warm.

There was one way to get him out in the open.

It was a long chance, but I had to take it.

Now the Kid and I were in the same shape.

The Kid knew every trick in the book.

And some he'd figured out for himself.

I've got the water, Kid. I can out wait you.

You ain't gonna live to reach it, Colt.

I'm hopin' you'll try.

How long as it been since you had a drink, Kid ?

Three, four days maybe ?

'I just had a long pull on that canteen.'

Who do you think is gonna last ?

Get out from behind that rock and we'll find out.

I can pull this trigger quicker than you can move.

I've been thinkin' about that, Kid.

I'm comin' out.

Let's not do it the hard way, Kid.

Alright, Colt. Just get me some of that water.

You were bluffin'.

It's 30 miles to the nearest spring that isn't dry.

Get your horse.

Here she comes.

There ought to be some way that we can convince her

that Kid's not her boy.

Funny thing a woman's intuition.

She could be right, you know ?

Oh, now don't you start.

My guess is she'll take one look at the Kid and claim him.

Why, doc ? Whatever is drivin' her ?

It's almost as though she wants him to be hers.

Guilt maybe, she's kinda transferred

all the rotten things the kid has done over to herself.

That sounds like a wild guess.

Maybe it is, but if it's a good one

that woman's life will end at the gallows.

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

Good afternoon, Mrs. Naylor.

I was lying in bed last night thinking about Rob.

That's what we called him, Rob.

I know, I know, you've told me that before.

And it come to me..

...there's somethin' I didn't tell you.

I thought it might be important.

Go on, Mrs. Naylor.

Well, you've asked me all along how I'd know it was Rob.

You mean you've thought of a way ?

That's right, it came to me last night.

Well, how would you know ?

Well, it happened such a long time ago

I'd almost forgotten it, but Rob fell out of a tree.

It was a bad fall a-and a branch tore into his chest.

Left quite a scar.

I am glad you thought of that, Mrs. Naylor.

Now if the Kid doesn't have a scar

you know that he's not your Rob.

Yes.

But if he does have such a scar..

...then I'll know that he is.

Sheriff Monahan ! Sheriff Monahan !

He's got him, Sheriff ! Mr. Colt's got him !

Where, Tommy ? Where ?

They passed by our place just an hour ago.

Mr. Colt told me to come on ahead and tell you

there'd be no need for a posse.

Thanks, Tommy.

Just about to give you up.

There was a time back there when I did too. He tried.

Oh, I wanted to ask him some questions.

So I rode out. Get off of that horse.

You ain't gonna get tough, are you, sheriff ?

Save it.

I asked him about the money. He won't talk.

Might make a deal though.

Same kind of a deal you made Cal ?

Alright, I'll tell you the same thing I told Colt.

That money can rot where it is.

Give the folks somethin' to talk about when I'm gone.

You're right handy when it comes to givin' folks

something to talk about.

That's why you told that pack of lies

to that Eastern newspaper man.

Now wait a minute.

You caught me and you've got every right to hang me.

I never made no trial line in court, did 1 ?

That stuff about the Comanche.

I never did buy that one.

That's true too, I'll swear to it.

Said they took you when you was a little boy.

Then the Indians raised you.

Most folks have got a real name, what's yours ?

You see what he's trying to do ?

He's trying to make a nobody out of me.

You've already done a good job of that yourself.

This is gettin' us nowhere, let's go.

Now there's somethin' I've got to know

before we take him into town.

- Open your shirt. - What's this about ?

There's a fine woman in town, Chris, name is Naylor.

She thinks this scum is her son.

What about it, Kid ?

You remember your mother ?

Some old crow wants to jump on the band wagon.

I'm famous and she can't stand it.

Doesn't the name Naylor mean anything to you ?

Nothin'.

You don't remember anything about your mother ?

Kinda woman I think about ain't the motherly type.

You cut out that kinda talk and open that shirt.

Too bad whoever did that couldn't shoot any straighter.

Nobody's ever made a mark on me.

I've had that since I was a kid.

- Where did you get it ? - Fell out of a tree.

Can you imagine what it'll mean to a woman

to think that she brought this into the world ?

Get on your horse.

Mrs. Naylor.

- Doc. - Thought I'd better come along.

Is that.. Is that him ?

Yep.

You sure you wanna go through with this, Mrs. Naylor ?

Have you told him about me ?

- No. - You should've, Pat.

No telling how the Kid will act.

Now you keep out of this, doc.

What's he like ?

Oh, you know what he's like, Mrs. Naylor.

You've read all about him, remember ?

I've waited so long.

Now I don't know if I can face him.

Been comin' in here everyday, Mrs. Naylor.

You just couldn't wait till we brought the Kid in.

Well, there he is.

- Take it easy, Pat. - You heard her.

She had to know if the Kid has a scar.

Someone to see you.

It's a lady.

Open your shirt.

Please.

Open it or I'll rip it off of you.

There's no scar.

It's not Rob.

Now Mrs. Naylor, there's a stagecoach out of here

in just 30 minutes.

Thank you, sheriff.

I'll be on it.

I feel sorry for you, young man.

You don't have to be sorry for him, Mrs. Naylor.

Not one bit sorry.