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There he goes, Warden.

Bill Anderson's on the loose.

-Well, he fell for that escape set-up, Marshal.

But I don't like it.

-You'll like it if he leads me to the money

and the rest of the gang, won't you?

-Well, if he doesn't, we're going

to be in a jam with the law ourselves.

It's a big chance we're taking, Rocky.

-I'm following my hunch, Warden.

-Can you give me a ride, Mister?

-Sure.

It's a hot day.

Get aboard.

-Thanks, a lot.

My horse went lame back there.

-Git.

You live around here, son?

Or are you a stranger like me?

-Oh, I used to live around here.

I've been away for a while.

-Huh.

I imagine you'll see some changes.

I hear Cedar Rock's been having its troubles,

bank robberies, outlaws.

-Oh, is that so?

-Ordinarily, I come by stage.

My superiors thought I'd be safer driving into town myself.

-Well, I guess so.

What outfit are you with, Mister?

-I'm John Harper with the Western States Railroad.

Our contact in Cedar Rock is Mr. Mason, the banker.

Maybe you know him?

-Yeah, I know Mr. Mason.

-And another thing, Marthy, I wish

you'd kind of put yourself out to be nice to Mr. Mason.

You know he's kind of sweet on you.

-But Uncle Nugget, it's so hard to, to pretend something

you don't really feel.

-Maybe you still got some feelings

for that bank robber, Bill Anderson.

-He isn't a bank robber.

No one will ever convince me he ever was.

-Well, the law was convinced, that's why he's in prison.

Listen, Marthy, I don't want to argue with you,

but the ranch is really in hot water.

And, uh--

-And you need some cold cash.

All right.

I'll try to be nice to Mr. Mason.

-That's the girl.

-Oh, come in.

Come in.

-Hi, Mr. Mason.

-Hi, Nugget.

Hello, Martha.

Won't you sit down, make yourselves at home?

-Thanks.

-Thank you.

-Now, this is a pleasure indeed.

There's no use to ask how you've been, Martha.

Your loveliness speaks louder than words.

-You're very flattering as usual, Mr. Mason.

But, uh, I'm afraid my looks are a little misleading.

We haven't been having a very lovely time of it at the ranch.

-Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

-Henry, she's right.

Them danged outlaws have run off all

our cattle, excepting a few head.

Put that together with the losing of my money in the bank

holdup, and it's a wonder I ain't in my grave,

if I could afford one.

-Yes, I know what you're up against, Nugget.

The robbers cleaned me out, too, remember?

It's been a struggle to keep the bank going.

-Ah, well, I'll be a god-dern two-tailed bobcat.

This is the first time in my life

I've ever been refused a loan even before I asked for it.

-Sit down, dear.

If Mr. Mason can't give you some money,

perhaps he can give you some helpful advice.

-Hm, well, the only good thing about getting advice

is you don't have to pay interest on it, or do ya?

-Yes, I know advice is cheap.

But, uh, bear in mind you haven't only

yourself to think about.

Being president of the local Cattlemen's Association,

you have an influence over all the other members.

-Ha ha, I get it.

I should go to the poor house and then

rent out its rooms to all my friends.

-No, but you should advise them to take the offer

from the Consolidated Real Estate Company.

$200 an acre is a big price these days.

-$200?

Listen, we ain't, uh, selling our land to no Consolidated

skinflints, especially when we got sense enough

to know why they want our ranches.

-Why do they want them?

-Because the railroad's coming through here, that's why.

I happen to know they got a man by the name of Harper

on his way here right now.

Shucks.

I only wanted a few bucks to tide me over.

-Same old pipe dream about the railroad coming here.

Why, they could run their branch line

through any one of a half dozen different towns.

-Yeah, yeah, maybe, maybe.

But if it does come through here,

we're going to get a fortune for our ranches.

So we're going to keep right on dreaming our pipe dreams.

And you can put that in your old corncob

and you can choke on it.

Come on, Marthy.

-Now, be nice to Mr. Mason, Martha.

-Oh, you oughta know better than to even listen to me.

Thought I raised you to have better sense.

-Don't worry.

We'll manage.

-Suppose I'll have to go to the blacksmith and the others

and stall them off again.

-They won't mind.

They know you.

I'll meet you at the buckboard in an hour or so.

-All right, darling.

-All right, son.

You sure I can't drive you on into town?

-No, this is fine, Mr. Harper.

I'm supposed to meet a fellow right around here.

Thanks a lot for the ride.

-All right.

Keep hitting the ranchers.

It'll make the Harper deal that much easier.

We've got another raid on the town's schedule this morning.

-Good.

That'll soften them up.

-Come in.

-Mr. Harper's here.

-Harper?

Already?

-He's a day ahead of time.

-Anybody else see him?

-Nobody here.

-Ask him to wait a minute.

That means we've got to take care of him right now.

-What about that raid?

-The other boys can handle it.

You two wait outside.

Come in, Mr. Harper.

-How are you, Mr. Mason?

-Fine, fine.

Sit down.

-Thank you.

-You got here a little sooner than I expected.

-Yes, I made a little faster trip than I'd planned.

When the railroad comes through, it'll make it still faster.

-Hm mm.

I hope so.

Did you just get in?

I mean, you came directly to the bank?

-Oh, yes.

I came right here.

I'd like to meet with those ranchers

I'm to deal with as soon as possible.

Naturally, I want to make the best deals I can.

Although confidentially, we're planning on a big junction

here.

I'll have to settle with the ranchers for whatever they

want, $600, $700 an acre, if necessary.

-I see.

All right, Mr. Harper.

But first I'd like to have you meet

a couple of friends of mine.

-Fine, glad to.

-Come in.

This is Mr. Harper of the Western States Railroad.

Uh, he hasn't gotten around to showing me his credentials yet.

But maybe you'd like to show him yours.

-Glad to know you, Mr. Harper.

We've got a horse out back for you.

We're going for a little ride.

Don't worry about your rig.

It's been taken care of.

-What are you trying to do?

You'll never get away with this.

-Let us worry about that.

-Let's go.

-Bill Anderson.

I thought you were in prison.

-I was in prison.

But I broke out to settle with the man who put me there.

-Now, look, Bill, getting tough with me

isn't going to make things easier for you.

-How tough I get depends entirely on you.

-What do you mean?

I don't quite follow you.

-I'll tell you what I mean, exactly what I mean.

You're going over to Sheriff Blake with me

and tell him exactly what happened

here the night of the robbery.

You're going to tell him that the reason I was here

was because you sent for me, so you could frame me.

Because I was cutting you out with Martha.

-That's the most ridiculous thing--

-Shut up.

You'll tell Blake I didn't keep you covered

while the bandits were in the bank.

When I went after them, I was chasing

them, not riding away with them.

-You said practically the same thing in the trial.

They didn't believe you.

-Maybe so.

I don't know what I said.

I was so mixed up.

Besides I knew nobody'd take my word against Mr. Mason,

the big banker, everybody's friend.

-That's right.

And they won't believe you now.

Why should I conspire to rob my own bank?

-Why not?

There was $100,000 of the ranchers' money

stolen, wasn't there?

-Now, look, Bill.

Put that gun away and let's talk this over.

-I don't want any more of your talking.

Get your hand out of that drawer or I'll shoot it out.

Maybe I ought to shoot you anyway.

-Well, much obliged, stranger.

I thought I heard-- -it's all right.

Get the sheriff.

-Shall I tell him--

-Just tell him to get over here quick.

-Yes, sir.

-You know you got me out of a tough spot.

-Well, sir, I don't like to see people get hurt.

If it'd been the other way around,

and you'd had your gun on him, I'd have done the same thing.

-Only he happens to be an escaped convict.

I don't believe I know your name.

Do you live around here?

-No, sir, I don't.

My name's Rocky Lane.

I just drifted into town looking for work.

-Rocky Lane.

Well, maybe, I can help you find some.

Uh, did you happen to hear what this fellow was saying?

-He's afraid you might have heard the truth about him.

-No, I didn't hear much of anything.

I happened to glance in the window as I was passing by.

No hard feelings, friend, but, uh,

if you are an escaped convict--

-Sure I escaped, to try and get myself a square deal.

And I might have if you'd minded your own business.

-Hello, Henry.

your clerk-- Bill Anderson.

I thought he was in prison.

-He escaped and came here to kill me.

-That's a lie.

I was trying to make him tell the truth about the robbery.

-This man will tell you what he saw, Sheriff.

-Your words are good enough, Henry.

Better come along peaceably, Anderson.

You'll know I'll use this if I have to.

-Well, that takes care of that.

Have a cigar?

-No thanks.

I don't use them.

-Well, maybe you have a couple of friends that do.

They're quite good.

-Hey, Anderson.

-Don't ask me if I'm all right, because I'm not.

-I don't blame you.

I was a little worried myself.

-Naturally, I, I don't know how to thank you.

Where did you come from anyway?

-I was standing just outside the bank

when your horses broke loose.

My name's Rocky Lane.

-I'm Martha Clark.

-I'm glad to know you.

-Well, I, I guess I'd better be getting back into town.

My uncle will be worried sick.

-If you don't mind, I'll ride back with you.

-I wish you would.

-Can you handle then all right?

-Sure.

-Bank robbers.

Bandits.

You gotta be a god-derned outlaw to make a living around here.

I don't know how you feel, but personally--

Marthy, where you been?

I couldn't imagine what happened to you.

-The horses ran away during the shooting.

They'd still be running if it weren't for Mr. Lane, here.

My uncle, Nugget Clark.

-I'm glad to know you, Mr. Clark.

-Not as glad as I am, son.

Thanks, thanks a million.

That's all I can say.

-Oh, hello, Mr. Mason.

I'd like you to meet Rocky Lane.

-I already met Mr. Lane.

He saved my life when Bill Anderson tried to kill me.

-Bill, but Bill--

-He escaped from prison.

And now he's escaped from the sheriff.

I hear he's heading to the South Hills.

-Sure got a desperate character on the loose.

Ain't nobody going after him?

-Sheriff was shot during the raid.

-Bill wouldn't hurt anybody.

People have just, just given him a bad name.

I'm afraid he's earned it, Martha.

-God-dernit, I wish we had some protection

against the Anderson's and the gunmen.

Now, if we had a few young fellows like Lane-- say,

you wouldn't be needing a job, would you?

-Well, uh, yes, I guess I could use one.

-Then, you got one, by cracky.

Course, I wouldn't be able to pay you right off.

-Let me take a couple hours to think it over though,

Mr. Clark.

Right now, there's something I want to do.

-Sure, sure.

Our ranch is straight out the town road,

just beyond the fork.

-See you.

-I bet he'll be able to help me keep

my pipe dream going a while longer.

How's that corncob of yours a-smoking?

-Well, I haven't choked on it yet.

-Give it time.

-Come in.

-Why the heavy artillery?

-Bill Anderson broke out of prison

and came here to kill me.

He got away during the raid.

-I can put a couple of men on his trail

to see he don't get away.

-Good, and have them watch the Clark place.

He'll probably show up there to see Martha.

And there may be another fellow there I wouldn't miss, either.

A cowboy named Lane.

-Lane, what's he done?

-Nothing in particular, except he overheard Anderson shooting

off his mouth about the robbery.

And he may have heard too much.

And I can't afford to take a chance.

-We'll take care of both of them.

How does, uh, Mr. Harper look to ya?

-Good, good.

All right.

You know what the deal is.

Come into town with Harper's rig and register at the hotel

and start seeing the ranchers I told you about.

-All right.

But there's one thing that's got me a little worried.

What about this Harper?

Is there any chance of his getting loose?

-Harper will never be loose again.

-Well, you play for keeps, don't you?

-I'm playing for big money.

The railroads are going to develop

this whole district around here.

-What happens when the railroad company misses Harper?

-Well, he just disappeared.

Nobody knows what happened to him.

They'll have to send someone else out here

to buy the properties.

And by that time I'll own them.

-Sounds all right.

-All you have to do is end the pipe dream of these ranchers

once and for all.

Now, suppose we get started.

Give my best to Anderson and Mr. Lane.

-Bill, I'm so glad to see you.

-And I'm glad to see you, Martha.

Ah, you look more wonderful than ever.

-I heard about you being in town.

And I've been so worried about you.

-That's only Uncle Nugget.

He's taking his after-supper snooze.

He'll be dead to the world for an hour or two.

Have you had anything to eat?

I'll bet you're starved.

-Well, I am a little hungry, I guess.

-Come on in.

I'll get you something.

Don't worry about Uncle Nugget.

Nothing will wake him up.

-So dangerous for you to be in Cedar Rock, Bill.

Don't you think you should go back.

-Back to that prison?

I'm never going back, not 'til I've settled with Henry Mason,

make him tell everybody I'm not a bank robber.

-I never believed you were.

-I know it.

That's why it's so important to clear myself.

I'd have settled with Mason this afternoon

if it hadn't been for a fellow named Lane.

-Rocky Lane?

-Hm mm.

-Why he's just a cowhand.

-Then why does he keep trailing me, hounding me?

He's lucky I didn't have a gun a few hours ago.

Stand and deliver, Bill Anderson.

Hands up.

And you, too, Henry Mason.

Ah.

I'm gonna wipe out all the snakes with one bullet.

-Poor dear.

He's so worried about the ranch he has nightmares all the time.

Come on and finish.

-Fine.

-Well, thanks, Martha.

I sure was hungry.

-Have another glass of milk.

-Thanks, I will.

-Put up your hands.

Looks like my nightmare is a-coming true.

-Now, wait a minute.

Listen.

-I ain't listening to old jailbirds and bank robbers.

-He isn't a bank robber.

If he were, Cedar Rock is the last place

he would have come when he escaped.

-Yeah?

Maybe it'd be the first place he'd come.

Mason said he tried to kill him.

-That's not true.

I was trying to make Mason clear me of the robbery

and pay back the money he stole from you

and the other ranchers.

Maybe I did lose my head and cock the gun.

But I wouldn't have really shot him.

-There's no proof of that.

All I got is your word.

-Well, give me some time, and I'll prove it.

-I believe in him, Uncle Nugget.

And I wish you would, too.

-Well, I want to.

Lord knows I could use that money.

-Yeah, and I'd gotten it for you this afternoon

if that fellow Lane hadn't butted in.

He better stay away from me.

-That ain't Anderson.

I knew him before he went to the pen.

It's probably that guy Lane Mason wants.

See if Anderson shows up so we can get them both.

-I wonder who that could be.

Maybe it's the sheriff.

-Maybe it's Lane.

If it is, I'll--

-Simmer down, you two.

I'll see who it is and send him away.

Oh, hi, Mr. Lane.

-Good evening.

-I'll settle this for good right now.

-No, Bill, please, please don't for our sake.

-I, uh, I thought it over and decided

to take that job you offered me.

-Yeah?

Well, you see, I really don't need no cowhands right now.

As a, as a matter of fact, I'm fresh out of cows.

-Well, is that so?

I was kind of counting on that job.

You changed your mind in a hurry, didn't ya?

-Well, I ain't got a very big mind,

so it don't take much time to change it.

-By the way, have you seen that fellow, Bill Anderson,

that escaped from the sheriff?

-Bill Anderson?

Why should he come here?

-Well, there's no telling where he might show up.

Well, it's a comfy little home you got.

-Yeah, too bad you ain't got a home to go to.

-This is a fine picture of George Washington.

You know, he went a long way because he wouldn't tell a lie.

He even got to be President.

-Well, I sort of give up the idea

of being President sometime back.

Ah.

It's getting late, young fella.

Time for me to turn in.

-Then, I guess I better be on my way.

Oh, uh, you mind if I get a drink of water?

-Uh, you stay right here.

I'll get your drink of water for you.

-There goes Anderson, too.

Come on.

-Hold it, Anderson.

-All right, so you got me.

What are you hounding me for anyway?

-If you'll listen to me, I'll try to tell you.

I mean I--

-Keep him busy.

-Oh, stop worrying, Marthy.

Lane won't hurt Bill.

He was--

-Mr. Clark, has Bill Anderson come back here?

And I want the truth this time.

United States Marshal.

-So that's it.

We haven't seen Bill, not since you left.

-And I suppose you're after him because he

escaped from prison, huh?

-The Warden and I let him escape.

We were hoping he'd lead us to the others

involved in the robbery.

-Bill wasn't involved in the robbery.

I can tell ya that.

-And I've come around to feeling the same way, Miss Martha.

I overheard Bill talking to Mason at the bank.

And tonight, a couple of gunmen tried to kill us both.

-Couple of gunmen?

But what happened to Bill?

-He's all right.

He got away.

Now, I don't know who these men were,

but I found something very interesting on one of them.

This man had an imported cigar in his pocket,

just like a couple Mason gave to me.

-Maybe there's a reason for Mason

to want Bill out of the way, but why you?

-He probably figures I overheard him

and Bill talking about the robbery.

-Then why don't you arrest Henry Mason right now?

-Not enough evidence, Miss Martha.

Mason's word is just as good as Bill's.

That's why I wanted Bill safe in jail.

So I could pretend I was working here

and see what I could uncover.

-Then why don't you go right ahead and pretend?

Camp here just like you planned to.

-Well, thank you, maybe I will.

That'd give me a chance to explain

things to Bill if he shows up.

-That's right.

Well, good night, Marshal.

-Good night, Marthy.

Don't know who he is.

Looks like a city fella.

-Now, remember, I'm just a ranch hand working for you.

-Yes?

-Mr. Clark?

-Yes, sir.

-How do you do?

My name is John Harper.

-Oh, Mr. Harper.

-I'm from the Denver office of the Western States Railroad.

-We've been expecting you, Mr. Harper.

Uh, meet my niece, Martha.

-How do you do, Miss Clark?

-How do you do?

-And my new hand, Rocky Lane.

-Glad to know you, Lane.

-How are you?

-Step right in, Mr. Harper.

Step right in.

-Thank you.

-Sit down.

Just, uh, make yourself right at home.

-Thank you.

Mr. Clark, I saw some of the other ranchers.

They tell me you're head of their association,

anything you say goes.

-That's right, Mr. Harper, so you can go right ahead.

Go as far as you like.

-Well, as you may have heard, the railroad

would like to run a branch through this district.

And to do so, we'd have to acquire certain properties.

Now, we're willing to go as high as $100 an acre for them.

-$100 an acre.

You mean, that's what you're offering for our ranches?

-That's right, Mr. Clark.

That's all we can offer.

-$100?

Well, Marthy, we can get $200 from that real estate outfit

that Mason represents.

-That's right.

-If you can do that, Mr. Clark, I'd advise you to take it.

After all, the railroad could run its track

through any one of the towns around here.

-So this is the end of my dream.

My dream of getting a nest egg big enough for me

to retire and to set Marthy up right.

-Never mind, Nugget.

-Oh, no.

$100.

Say, maybe we should see Mason right away

quick, before he changes his mind.

-Well, maybe we should.

-You mind if I go along?

I'd like to make certain that that offer you're talking about

is bonafide.

-You're not accusing Mr. Clark of misrepresenting, are ya?

-Certainly not.

But I have to make a report to my company.

-Well, that's only natural.

Let's go.

-I think I'll go along with you.

There's something strange about this whole deal.

-What do you mean strange?

-I can't tell you.

Just don't let on to Mason that we suspect him.

I don't want him to be pulling in his horns.

-I don't care what he pulls in so

long as it ain't his pocketbook.

I'm gonna stop this fooling around.

I've got to sell my property.

-Come in.

-Morning, Henry.

I thought I'd drop in and bury the hatchet, especially if I

could get a few dollars on it first.

-Well, it's nice to see you folks.

Uh, won't you sit down?

-Uh, you know my hand, Rocky Lane?

And I guess you know Mr. Harper from the railroad.

-Yes, I met Mr. Harper when he came in here

to see about getting in touch with you ranchers.

-He got in touch with us all right.

And he sure ended our pipe dream, as you call it.

-I'm sorry, but business is business.

Is it true, Mr. Mason, that you offered them $200 an acre

for the properties?

-I didn't offer it.

The Consolidated Realty Company that I represent

made the offer.

However, I understand they're withdrawing it tomorrow.

-Oh, I'm sorry to see my company lose out on a deal.

But like I told Mr. Clark, he and his friends

should certainly accept your offer.

It's twice as much as the railroad company can pay.

-I hate to do it, but I reckon you better

start getting the papers ready, Henry.

I feel like I'm selling Marthy out of house and home

for practically nothing.

-You're not going to sell Martha out of anything.

This is another one of Mason's frauds.

And that man there, there's something

you ought to know about him, too.

He's a phony.

I happened to know-- ah.

-You didn't have to do that.

-Want him to kill somebody else like he tried to kill me?

-Yeah, I'll take him over to jail.

-See that he gets there this time.

-Come on, Anderson.

-Well, I don't know what it's all about.

But you folks certainly have a lot of excitement around here.

I'll be glad to get back to Denver.

Guess I'll go to the hotel and pack.

-It's been nice knowing you, Mr. Harper.

Have a good trip.

-Goodbye.

-Well, we better get down to business, Nugget.

I've had an agreement drawn up between the realty

company and the ranchers.

They've given you Power of Attorney

so you can sign for all of them.

-Uh huh.

-Right on the bottom line then.

-OK, here goes nothing.

-Wait a minute, Nugget.

Maybe you should have another talk with the ranchers first.

-But Martha, I told you, you only have until tomorrow.

-Tomorrow's another day.

-Marthy's right.

I ain't gonna be stampeded into nothing.

Come on, Marthy.

-Forbes, get Peters over here right away.

-You're sure this isn't the same Mr.

Harper who picked you up on the road.

-I'm positive, Marshal.

This fellow is wearing the same clothes.

But he ain't the same John Harper who gave me the ride.

-Then, what happened to the real Mr. Harper?

We're going to have a talk with this fellow

when he gets back to the hotel.

You hide over there where you can

watch the entrance of the hotel.

I've got something I want to do.

Be right back.

Bill.

-He not only called Lane Marshal,

but evidently the kid got a ride into town with Harper.

-I thought Anderson suspected something about you.

That's why I tried to brain him.

-Too bad you didn't.

You shouldn't have let him go out with Lane.

-Well, I couldn't help it.

I figured on taking care of Lane and Anderson

after I got Clark signed up.

-You gotta handle Lane right now.

He's waiting over at the hotel to see me.

You gotta get him off my neck.

-I got a way to get him off all our necks

that ties right in with my plan to break down Clark.

Keep going.

Do what I told you.

Now, you go back to the hotel and talk to Lane.

Stall him as long as you can.

And then tell our clever Marshal that--

-Bill.

-Well, Mr. Lane.

I thought you were taking this fellow to jail.

-I'll assume full responsibility for his being out.

-Well, what can I do for you, Marshal?

-You can tell me what happened to John

Harper, the real John Harper.

-I don't know what you're talking about.

-I think you do.

It just so happens Anderson here hitched a ride outside

of town with the real Mr. Harper.

-That's right.

-Well, I've got credentials to prove that I'm Harper.

-Stolen from him just like the clothes you're wearing.

-You've only got a jailbird's word for that.

-Maybe so, but I saw you trying to swindle Nugget

and the rest of the ranchers, trying to make them

think the railroad wouldn't pay them as much for their land

as Mason would.

-I only offered them what the railroad instructed me to.

-Hm mm.

Suppose I told you I telegraphed the railroad to find out

what they are offering and any other details

they have on Mr. John Harper.

-Fine.

It'll take a little time for the wire to get back.

-Not too long.

Now, we'll just sit here and wait until the answer comes.

-It's about time we got that wire, isn't it?

-It'll be here before long.

-Then, we'll get the lowdown on Mr. Harper.

-All right.

So I'm not Harper.

You'll find out the truth sooner or later anyway.

-What happened to Harper?

-I don't know.

I don't know anything about his abduction or the abduction

that Mason's gone in for now.

-What abduction are you talking about?

-Well, Mason was going to have his men

pick up Clark and his niece.

-Martha and Nugget?

-Why?

What for?

-He's going to force Nugget to sell himself and the ranchers

out.

After that, I don't know what'll happen.

-Why didn't you tell us this before?

-Why is he telling it now?

-Because I was afraid you might think I had a hand in it.

I might go in for a little swindling

but murder's something else.

-Mason knows he can't get away with this.

-Mason's a pretty ruthless man, especially when

he's after a fortune.

Remember, nobody's seen Harper.

Maybe if you'd agree to help me out in court,

I might be able to give you a little more help.

-Go on.

-Well, I happen to know where Clark and his niece

are being held.

It's the same place they held me when I was waiting for Harper.

-You've been telling so many lies all along

I don't know whether to believe you or not.

But I'm gonna find out for myself.

Come on, Bill.

You, too.

-Hide the horse, quick.

They're coming.

Lane, Jackson, and the Anderson kid.

-So Jackson took in our clever Marshal.

-Supposing Jackson comes in with him.

-He won't.

He knows what to do.

After we finish with Lane and Anderson, then, I'll, uh,

take care of my business with the Clark's.

-Hurry it up.

-That's it.

-Get outta there.

-There you are.

And not even guarded.

-All you have to do is go in and untie them.

I'll wait here.

-I think you'll come along and help us.

-But I've kept my part of it.

-You haven't fooled me at all.

Bill, you stay outside in case somebody shows up.

Open it.

-Where's Anderson?

-Never mind, Jimmy.

Get Lane.

-Get down, Bill.

-What are you looking so worried about, Nugget?

-It's a free country.

I can worry if I wanna.

-Well, not about your money, I hope.

Remember, you're going to get it all back, now

that Henry Mason confessed everything.

-Nah, it ain't that.

-Well, you couldn't be worrying about Miss Martha and Bill,

because when I get back and tell the authorities what's happened

here, they'll release Bill right away.

-Ah, it ain't that.

-Well, it can't be about the railroad.

You know they'll buy the ranch and for big money.

-That's just it.

Why should I sell?

If the railroad comes through, there'll

be a big boom going here.

I'm going to keep my ranch and get in on it.

-Well, the railroad can't come through here if you don't sell.

-Yeah, that's right.

So now, I ain't got a worry in the world.

Ha ha.

And it's all your fault.

-So long and good luck.

Bye Martha.

-So long, Rocky.

Bye.

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