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- Well? - Apaches, sir.

- You certain? - My sidekick here is Cheyenne.

If he says he seen Apaches, ain't likely he's describing no sunrise, sir.

It's Lordsburg, sir. it's urgent.

- The line's dead. - Give me what you have.

It's Apaches, all right. And it's Geronimo.

He attacked a mining camp at Salt Creek.

He killed 14 men and six women, and he's taking scalps.

Salt Creek is between here and Lordsburg.

Lordsburg stage just came in.

- Warn the driver. - Yes, sir.

Those of you folks going on...

we're gonna be here in Tonto for exactly 30 minutes.

You can get coffee in the hotel...

something more substantial in the saloon.

For you gentlemen, private business is out back.

Ma'am, if there's anything I can do for you...

- Thank you. I'll be all right. - Ma'am...

if your time comes before we get where we're going...

I'm afraid I have to charge the baby half fare.

- Is that supposed to be funny? - Oh, no, ma'am.

I've always been kind of known as a poor wit.

I can vouch for it.

So this is Tonto. Charming little mud puddle.

If you're looking to save souls, preacher...

- right here would be a dandy start. - Preacher? No.

Mother wanted me to be an actor. Father wanted me to go to hell.

So I compromised. I became a whiskey salesman.

"Trevor Peacock."

"Western Representative, Old John Kentucky Bourbon Whiskey."

"Old John, smooth as a mother's kiss."

Join me in the saloon. I'm just about to make my sales pitch.

Two fingers of Old John will make this place like Chicago on a Saturday night.

No, sir. No, sir.

Be worth my job to be caught with that.

- When we get to Lordsburg... - "When we get to Lordsburg."

Magic words indeed.

If the good Lord had meant us to travel by stagecoach...

he'd have made the roads softer.

And our backsides a little larger.

Why don't you get that money to the bank. I want you to get back pronto.

I'm on schedule, I'm gonna stay on schedule.

Hey, would you watch it with them horses now!

Here's your receipt.

- Thirty thousand dollars. - Much obliged.

I've asked you not to come here, Martha.

Where were you last night? I waited until after midnight.

There was just no way I could get away from my wife.

When we first started seeing each other, that was never a problem.

You aren't growing tired of me, are you?

No, no, not at all, Martha. Not at all.

Say that with a little more conviction.

A woman scorned can be messy.

And a banker who's been bleeding his assets can't be too careful.

What do you mean by that?

A dozen accounts in Eastern banks under a dozen names.

That's what attracted me to you in the first place, Henry.

Your imagination.

Oh, by the way, have you told her?

Have you told her yet that you're leaving her?

No. You see, there... There's just been no time.

I think the time is never right for a man to tell his wife the truth.

I suppose that's why so often the job falls to the mistress.

Oh, you sweet thing. Come here. Come here.

You wouldn't dare do that, would you?

Oh, but I would.

What I won't do is grow old waiting for a wife to die.

- You're gonna miss me, Dallas. - Sure.

- Sorry to see you go, Dallas. - Thanks.

- Want to sit in, Dallas? - Not likely, Hatfield.

I'm here to sit on that stage, that's all I'm gonna sit on.

- One way to the end of the line. - Lordsburg.

- Going bye-bye, Doc? - Got business in another town, Dallas.

Lord, it must be serious if you're wearing your iron.

A friend in Tombstone said I should travel light and come well-balanced.

- Where are you going? - I don't know.

Far away. As far away from here as I can get.

Yes, sir, you are talking to a lady in retirement.

No more hot sheets and five dollars on the chest of drawers.

You must have found religion.

I found love. You believe that?

Oh, yes, you talk about white picket fences and rose bushes...

outside the kitchen window and the...

pitter-patter of little feet.

And I can't believe I bought it all. Every word.

There was this problem. See, his wife already had all that.

Stinking liar did me a favor, though.

I finally realized once and for all no woman's gonna find...

a million-dollar dream in a two-dollar room.

Most women don't have a million-dollar dream.

Doc, every woman's got a million-dollar dream.

She'll never find out what she might be if she don't get away from what she is.

- Think you'll find it on that stagecoach? - I don't know.

It's the only thing in my life going someplace else.

See you, Dallas.

- Tombstone. - This stage is going to Lordsburg.

- I know that. - But you said...

I know what I said. I want to go to Tombstone.

But this isn't the Tombstone stage.

Well, is there a stage that leaves Lordsburg going to Tombstone?

Is it possible to get on to Lordsburg...

and get off of that stage and then go into Tombstone on another stage?

Is that possible?

You want to go to Tombstone by way of Lordsburg?

- Now you got it. - But there's a stage here tomorrow...

that goes directly to Tombstone.

Which gets there first?

The one today going to Lordsburg or the one tomorrow to Tombstone?

Well, that depends. Lots of things can happen.

Wheel fall off, axle break, horse...

Which one is supposed to get there first?

- The one through Lordsburg. - That's the one I want.

Why didn't you say so? That'll cost you 50 cents more.

Thank you very much.

What I'm trying to tell you is, this is sneaking liquor you're selling.

And I don't get many sneaking drinkers in here.

My customers are mostly honest drunks.

My dear friend, before you can pluck a turkey...

the railroad is going to be coming through this... this wilderness.

City folks will demand something a little more refined...

for their taste than that bottled moonshine.

Now, if you'll give me an order for just one case of Old John...

I'll throw in a bottle for yourself, free, gratis, and for nothing.

But it's sneaking liquor.

- You want to explain it to him, Doc? - Sneaking liquor?

Well, it's sort of a social comment.

Liquor that little old ladies hide down in their petticoats and their corsets.

And in books that you won't find in a Christian store.

Hypocrite liquor.

Nothing like a little bracer before prayer meeting.

My dear friend, you can't compare Kentucky bourbon...

with the spirits old ladies hide in their knickers.

But it's prescription. it's to help their nerves and to help them sleep.

It's sneaking liquor, for medicinal purposes only.

Doc knows what he's talking about. He's a dentist.

Oh, really? Well, you may know your gums and teeth, sir...

but I know my whiskey. The name's Trevor Peacock.

May I have the honor of knowing to whom I'm talking?

Holliday. Doc Holliday. Give me a shot of bourbon, Billy.

This your stagecoach?

I'm the driver. Why?

Geronimo's between here and Lordsburg. it could get nasty.

I never heard tell it didn't get nasty when Geronimo is around.

How come you tell me this news?

Thinking about your passengers. Apaches cut the telegraph line.

- I suggest you wait here. - Wait for what?

You guys ain't never caught Geronimo and you ain't never gonna catch him.

He's as much a part of this desert as the cactus and sunset shadows.

Still, you might have consideration for your passengers.

I'm paid to take this stagecoach through.

That's with or without passengers.

They can listen to you and sit here in the town till doomsday if they want.

But this here stage is going through.

- Is that your final word? - Yes, sir, it is.

No man can say a gun got put to his head to get him on an Overland stage.

Now, I ain't heartless, but I got me a job to do...

and I'm going to do it with or without passengers.

- I ain't going. - You ain't what?

I never met nobody who run across Geronimo and lived to talk about it.

Walt, you wait just a second now.

Look, I need you with me. You know that.

I'll pay you double salary out of my pocket.

I never yet seen a dead man give a damn about money.

- Hey, Buck. - Curly.

- How are you doing? - I've been better.

I lost my shotgun guard just now.

I'm going to have to borrow a deputy for a run to Lordsburg.

What happened to your guard?

Some cavalryman mentioned how Geronimo and his Apaches...

have cut down a telegraph wire.

My guard colored himself yellow and stepped down from his responsibilities.

- You got any coffee? - On the stove.

Just because a man doesn't want to die doesn't mean he's yellow.

You know as well as I do, when a man takes this job...

he hires on to die. Goes with the territory.

I can't supply guards for the Overland Stage Company.

Well, I can't go nowhere without one. I got passengers on that stage.

One of them's a pregnant woman.

Her family's got something to do with the cavalry.

How pregnant?

Do you ever thump a watermelon and get an echo back?

- She shouldn't be here. - Well, she is here.

Well, all my deputies are out looking for the Ringo Kid.

The Ringo Kid?

Last I heard Ringo Kid was in Yuma Prison.

He broke out.

My guess is he went looking for Luke Plummer...

since it was Luke that killed his brother...

and the Plummers' testimony that put him away.

Shoot, he's up in Lordsburg. I seen him there on my last run.

- You saw Luke Plummer? - He and his brothers.

Looked like a family reunion.

- That puts a different light on it. - Yeah, I figured it might.

I want Luke Plummer worse than I want the Ringo Kid.

You got yourself a shotgun guard to Lordsburg.

Your attention, please. May I have your attention?

I address myself to those who are passengers on the Overland stage.

My officer has asked me to inform you, you travel at your own risk.

Excuse me, what appears to be the difficulty, lieutenant?

To put it simply: Geronimo.

I have a group of cavalry to accompany you.

Excuse me, should I know this Geraldo?

Geronimo.

I have a detachment to accompany you...

as far as the noon station at Dry Forks.

A group of cavalry there will take you on to Apache Wells.

From Apache Wells, you have another escort of soldiers into Lordsburg.

But our best advice is don't go.

Are there any questions?

- I have one. - Yes.

- Did he show you his title? - What?

Geronimo. He and his people own title to all this land around here.

They think they do. They've been here for a thousand years.

- Whose side are you on? - My own side. That's why I'm still alive.

Excuse me, sir, but you sound like an lndian lover.

You'll excuse me, I see no virtue in hating a man fighting for his country.

I myself have no quarrel with this Geronimo.

I don't either, but he don't care.

Excuse me. Aren't you Colonel Armstrong's daughter, Lucy?

Colonel James Armstrong from Fairfax, Virginia?

- I am. - I served under your father, Mrs....

Mallory. Capt. John Mallory. Perhaps you know him?

- I know him well. - He's expecting me at Apache Wells.

He's a lot closer than that. He was posted at Dry Forks last month.

In light of what I've said, I don't think it's advisable to continue.

Perhaps not. But I intend to be with my husband when our child is born.

- I understand, but- - I'm going, lieutenant.

I appreciate your concern, but I'm going.

As you say, Mrs. Mallory.

- Where you going? - I'm out.

Hoss, you got our money. Gonna give us a chance to win it back?

When you came here you didn't believe...

that you was in some Boston gentlemen's club.

I'm a gambler. I play for money, and I don't give it back.

Now you boys can understand that, can't you?

Mallory?

Do I know you?

No, but I knew your father. May I sit down?

My name's Hatfield. I was paymaster in your father's regiment.

You know, he actually saved my life.

If you responded in some way, we might call this a conversation.

It'd also signify that I was interested in conversing with you, Mr. Hatfield.

Well, excuse me, Mrs. Mallory.

I didn't know that pregnancy was an excuse for rudeness.

Mr. Hatfield, forgive me. I'm not myself.

I haven't been myself since I left Virginia.

- Please sit down. - Are you going to be all right?

If you don't mind me saying so...

Arizona's not the best place in the world to give birth to a baby.

I don't think my husband has thought about a baby.

What he wants is a horse soldier in the United States Cavalry.

Fully outfitted, powder dry, and ready to ride.

Well, maybe you have come to the right place, after all.

Thank you, Mr. Hatfield. You've been awfully considerate.

Well, I intend to stay with you until you reach your husband.

That really won't be necessary.

Oh, but I'm afraid you have no choice.

You see, it's between me and your father.

Here you go, ma'am. Sir.

- You can just throw that up on top. - Don't worry, ma'am.

- I won't break nothing. - How you gonna break a silk dress?

Hallie! Cybil!

Now what in the devil does he want?

I need to go to Lordsburg.

You couldn't have got on in town with everybody else?

Well, I got a telegraph. There was no way to pack and get there on time.

Well, all right, hop on in. You can pay me when you get there.

- Here, I'll take that bag. - Oh, no, no. That's all right.

I'll just keep the bag with me. Thank you.

I thought you said the telegraph line was cut.

You caught that too, huh?

Anybody know why this stage has a cavalry escort?

The cavalry's here to represent our Manifest Destiny.

- Our what? - To protect us from the lndians.

You may have noticed that we white people take what we want...

without regard to the present owner.

Some people could call that stealing. We call it Manifest Destiny.

I'd hate to think you're calling us thieves.

What else? A gun in one hand and a jug in the other.

Weaken them with the jug and finish them off with the gun.

All I asked is why we have a cavalry escort. I didn't ask for a sermon.

Well, if you wanted one word, that one word is "Geronimo."

That Apache butcher? That Geronimo?

In the whole wide world there's only one.

Do you suppose he loves his kids and does charity work?

Yes, and he's kind to small animals.

I've heard that.

- Take this a minute, will you? - Yeah, sure.

You know, don't you, that if Geronimo decides to get serious...

ten or 12 soldiers don't mean nothing?

Yeah, I try not to think about it.

You don't mind if I do, do you?

- What's that? - Think about it.

No, you go right ahead.

Well, they say that God protects fools and drunks.

We got the biggest fool in the whole southwest...

riding right here on this coach.

Who, besides me?

Well, me.

Do you know anybody else that'd drive a six-horse team...

through hostile Apache territory for $8 a month?

Water your horses.

I didn't know it was gonna be this easy, Ringo. Drop the Winchester.

I only half-figured on the stagecoach, Curly.

- I didn't figure on you at all. - Drop the rifle, Kid.

I'm giving you a free ride into Lordsburg jail...

and I'll take care of the Plummers.

I get paid for it, you don't. Now, hand over the rifle.

You got some mighty heavy backup, Curly.

- What do they cost you by the hour? - What's going on here?

I told this man to hand over his rifle and he's still got it.

I guess he never saw what double-ought buck...

can do to a two-dollar shirt.

Are you placing this man under arrest?

I certainly hope so, because it's a bad place for a funeral.

There's not a choir nor a flower within 300 miles.

Now, what's it gonna be, Ringo?

And the pistol.

The pig sticker.

I said the pig sticker, Ringo.

Do I get to ride or do you want me to run along up front...

- so you can keep an eye on me? - Just shut your mouth and get inside.

Excuse me.

- So you're the Ringo Kid. - No, sir.

What do you mean? I heard the marshal say that you are...

The Ringo Kid's somebody you read about in the penny dreadfuls.

Thought him up to sell stories to people dumb enough to believe them.

All right. if you aren't the Ringo Kid, then who are you?

The name's Bill Williams. But they call me Ringo since I was a little boy.

Nobody ever called me the Ringo Kid.

You wouldn't be Williams from Santa Fe, would you?

- I would. - You got a brother named Coy?

I had a brother named Coy.

I played poker with him. Whatever became of him?

He was murdered.

I'm sorry.

Not as sorry as the man's gonna be who murdered him.

- Who might that be? - His name is Luke Plummer.

He's in Lordsburg.

Ever kill a man before, Mr. Williams?

Not yet.

- I didn't catch your name. - His name is Doc Holliday.

Is that right?

I heard you were pretty handy with a gun.

I'm still alive.

- Is that the deck you play with? - One of them. I have several.

May I see it, please?

I must say I admire your guts.

Does that mean you wouldn't play cards with me?

That means I'd shoot you on sight.

Where are you headed?

I knew the answer to that when I was about 14.

Then I hit 15, ran head-on into that thing called reality.

Been walking with a lantern ever since.

I mean, where are you going now?

I don't know, where do you go when you've been everywhere?

Nobody's been everywhere.

Maybe you're right. It just feels like it.

Where do you want to go?

I don't think I've ever seen it on a map.

- Don't light that. - Did you say something?

A gentleman doesn't smoke in the presence of a lady.

I wouldn't like to think that you're implying that I'm anything less.

I may be, I just wouldn't want to hear you say it.

- Do you mind if I smoke, Dallas? - Hell, no, Doc.

Smoke's a part of my life, I won't know what to do with fresh air.

Breathe it or bottle it.

Ma'am, you object?

If you want to smoke, it's perfectly all right with me.

Although I may have things to complain about...

- tobacco is not one of them. - In that case...

Thank you.

What are you looking at?

It's a filthy habit, smoking. Just filthy.

- I have a lot. Most I find very enjoyable. - Don't you have any good ones?

Something that can be admired and held up to children as an example?

Yes. Something like that.

No, sir. Children despise that kind of person.

There's nothing a child hates more than a good example.

Curly, you ain't said a word in over 20 miles.

I was thinking about that banker running down the street like that.

Well, how else is he supposed to stop the stage?

That ain't the point. it's almost like somebody was after him.

If that were the case, he'd probably said something to you.

He was carrying nothing but that black bag.

Then why'd he lie about getting a telegraph wire?

I don't know.

When a banker runs out in the street and jumps on a stage leaving town...

without so much as a change of clothes...

Ma?

Ma, the stage is coming.

They're going to have to be satisfied with venison.

- I'm all out of beans. - There's soldiers with them.

Nothing in my contract says I got to feed the Army.

Billy, where's our soldier escort into Apache Wells?

Gone, all gone. Had to light out pretty quick.

- Who the devil's here? - Me, Ma and hostlers.

- I should've known not to volunteer. - Well, you did. it's too late.

- Captain Mallory isn't here? - No, ma'am.

He was, but was ordered off to Apache Wells.

- Are you Mrs. Mallory? - Yes.

I was expecting him. I was counting on it.

You can't count on nothing out here.

All right. We're going to change teams here, folks.

I suggest you go inside. Mrs. Pickett's got some food on the table.

You got 30 minutes, so make it quick, all right?

What's it gonna be, lieutenant?

You boys gonna take us on to Apache Wells?

I'm afraid not. My orders were Dry Forks and return.

I'm sure under the circumstances your commanding officer will understand.

There's no way to reach him. I can't just change my orders.

You can't send us out alone with them lndians.

- I'm not sending you. - There could come...

a time when common sense would override Army orders.

Common sense has never overridden Army orders.

When our horses are watered, we return to Tonto.

I strongly suggest that you use common sense and return with us.

He's right, you know.

The passengers can go back to Tonto if they want to.

I started this on the way to Lordsburg and I'm going to get to Lordsburg.

Even if it's just me and one horse that drags into town.

How about you, Mr. Gatewood?

Want to drag into Lordsburg with Buck and one horse?

I'm certain it will never come to that.

Yes. I stay.

- Hi. - Hello.

It looks like we're eating all alone, Kid.

- It's me they don't want to sit with. - No, it ain't.

It's nice of you to say so, but I'm accustomed to it.

I've known men who bare their souls and everything else before midnight.

They don't know my name the next morning.

And you're accustomed to it?

Being accustomed to something don't mean you like it.

- I guess you've seen all kinds. - Every kind but me.

- Well, that makes you pretty special. - If I am, I'm the only one that knows it.

- Where you from? - Virginia.

You must be a tough little lady.

If there's anything I can do for you, let me know.

Thank you.

What's a handsome lady like you doing in a pigpen like this?

When I married, my husband promised me adventure...

in colorful surroundings, and this is it.

- Where's he at now? - Never made it through the first winter.

Well, there's another winter coming on. You got any plans?

Think you can make it to the spring?

I don't think so.

- What's wrong with him? - Consumption.

- Don't you eat? - I ate a lot when I was a kid.

- You're scared. - Nah. You?

- Yeah. - Yeah, me too.

Tell you the honest truth, Curly, I'm always semi-scared.

- Even without Geronimo. - That never stopped you before.

No. I think if I wasn't a little bit scared I'd probably quit.

The job would be boring, like taking kids back and forth to church.

What do you think the passengers are gonna do? Besides Gatewood.

He's really scared, but he's scared of something worse than the Apaches.

If you was a passenger, how would you vote?

- I am a passenger and I'm going. - Even without soldiers?

Buck, you know as well as I do if Geronimo decides to get serious...

he can run through 12 horse soldiers like grain through a goose.

You're forgetting one thing, Curly.

I got a pregnant woman about to pop.

Won't be the first white baby...

born between a cactus and a prairie dog hole.

- First one on my stage. - You got a doctor on board.

- Doc Holliday? - If he's the only you got, he's the best.

Doc Holliday's a dentist.

Don't know many women want their babies delivered by a dentist.

- I don't know any. - I'm glad you're telling him, not me.

He's your passenger.

But you're the U.S. marshal. You got more authority than I do.

- I think you're afraid to tell him. - I ain't afraid.

I don't see you trying to be no hero, busting down no doors.

- I ain't afraid of Doc. - I ain't, either.

Well, it don't take a hero to tell him he's got to deliver a baby.

- What does it take? - Two men.

Curly Wilcox, are you saying you want me to be with you when you tell him?

Want has got nothing to do with it. I'm the U.S. marshal.

You're gonna be with me, and we're gonna tell him.

Listen up, everybody.

We don't have a cavalry escort like we thought we did.

The soldiers that came with us are going back. Either go back with them...

- or we go ahead. it's up to you. - Well, where do you stand?

I move that we make the run to Apache Wells.

From there we have a cavalry escort to Lordsburg.

Where I go, you go, Kid, so that makes two.

How about you, Doc?

- Dallas? - Well, I'm in.

Marshal, you understand I'm not concerned for myself...

but I would hate to see good whiskey wasted on Geronimo.

- I must insist we return to Tonto. - Sorry, in this court majority rules.

If there's three people and two of them vote to die the third one has to die.

Under the circumstances, I think the lady has two votes.

My life is where my husband is.

I have every reason to go ahead and no reason to go back.

- Does that mean we go ahead? - Yes, sir.

I'm with Mrs. Mallory.

Thank you.

Well, I've made my case clear.

I boarded this to go to Lordsburg, I see no reason to return.

You don't? There's a band of wild savages out there...

waiting to separate us from our hair. You see no reason to turn back?

Majority has it, mister. We go ahead.

If you know your history, you'll remember...

majority decisions have not always been the smartest.

I don't know much, but if we'd listened to you British...

we wouldn't have any history at all.

Touche, marshal. Touche.

You got a spare horse you can loan this man?

I could if I thought I'd ever get it back, but under the circumstances...

- I'd sell it to him. - There you go.

Billy will sell you a horse, and you can go back with the soldiers.

If we're wrong you'll have the satisfaction to know you were right.

Thank you.

I shall see that your widow receives a complimentary case of Old John.

Meanwhile, we have five men that can shoot.

A driver with six running horses.

Okay? Load them up.

- Mr. Gatewood? - Yes?

Any reason that bag can't ride on top?

- I'm carrying valuable bank paper. - The stage has a strongbox.

Well, I just can't let it out of my sight.

Don't you think you ought to give me back my Winchester?

- Now, why would I think that? - Well, I'm a pretty good shot.

That's why it's the poorest idea I ever heard of.

Did you think it up all by yourself?

Don't tell me you believe those stories about me.

I heard you were in Yuma Prison and I heard you broke out.

I know it ain't gossip because you're standing here talking to me.

You gonna let me go through Apache country naked?

If I see one Apache, I'll give you back your Winchester to hide behind.

Well, you probably won't see him.

If you do, he'll have all his uncles, cousins and brothers with him.

If he does, I'll probably beg you to take back your Winchester.

Probably.

Hey, Buck.

Mrs. Pickett.

Hey, Doc, you know anything about babies?

- About what? - Babies. You know, little babies.

The kind that women have.

I know how they're made and heard rumors about where they come from.

- I believe they grow up to be people. - That's all you know?

- They're messy. Make a lot of noise. - What else?

I wouldn't play poker with one and I wouldn't have one in the house.

- Doc, we're serious. - You don't see me smiling.

Look, a doctor is supposed to be both responsible and helpful.

Would you gentlemen come to the point?

Okay, I'll come to the point.

- Can you deliver a baby? - No, sir.

A woman does all the work. Unless she gets in some kind of trouble.

Right. if she was to get herself into some kind of trouble...

now she'd be real good off if she had a doctor around, wouldn't she?

- Wouldn't be a bad idea. - You're it.

- I'm what? - It.

If Mrs. Mallory gets into trouble, I'm sure you'll be helpful and responsible.

Well, I've done everything else for a woman.

- Didn't say he's gonna do it. - Didn't say he wouldn't.

Much obliged, Mrs. Pickett.

I wish I was going somewhere on that stage.

Why? it was a stage that brought us here.

I don't care. I just wish I was going.

- Peaceful, ain't it? - I'm not admiring the scenery.

Well, you ain't gonna see no Apaches looking forward.

What they like to do is let you pass, then let you have it.

I know.

Treat you kind of like you was a buffalo...

sneak up from your backside.

I know that.

Thinking about it, that shotgun of yours ain't gonna do no good.

It's only good for close-up work.

- Why keep telling me things I know? - You want to get ahold of something...

where you can shoot them as far away as the next territory.

Anything else you want to tell me that I already know?

Curly, I got me two rifles right underneath that seating area.

You always keep two rifles under the seat?

Yes, sir.

My wife cleans them and loads them for me.

- Now, a lot of men get fried chicken. - You got a good wife.

Yeah, I know it. She used to ride shotgun for me.

Then she said it got, got too hard on her ovaries.

What's an ovary?

Well, near as I can tell, it's part of her machinery.

- Sight of blood bother you much? - Only if it's mine. Why?

No way we're going to get clean through to Lordsburg...

without getting into a fight of some kind. You can take my word for that.

Mind looking somewhere else?

I hear you're good at robbing banks, is that right?

I wouldn't know. I never robbed a bank.

I see. Where do you suppose I got the idea that's what you do for a living?

Probably one of them books you read.

Well, what do you do?

I mind my own business.

- You ought to try it sometime. - Why?

It's not near as dangerous as the way you're living now.

- How do you feel, Mrs. Mallory? - How do I feel?

You got any twinges or unexplained discomforts or anything like that?

I have a great many discomforts, Doctor.

I'm sure that they can all be explained.

See, I'm only asking in a professional capacity.

- You're not Mrs. Mallory's doctor. - I know that.

But she doesn't have a lot to choose from, now does she, Hatfield?

I don't know, but under the lady's circumstances...

I'd be real happy to see any doctor I could get.

And that's me.

You said you were the paymaster in my father's regiment?

Yeah, I was the most popular man in the Army.

- Once a month. - How did he save your life?

Well, they were gonna hang me.

- Who was gonna hang you? - My fellow soldiers.

I never felt I belonged in the Army anyway.

Never could respond to bugle calls. It's a hateful thing, a bugle call.

Now I wake up and I go to sleep when I want to.

And I sure don't need a bugle to tell me when.

- But why were they going to hang you? - I lost the payroll.

- You misplaced it? - Misplaced was not a word they used.

I'm sorry, I don't understand.

I lost the payroll in seven-card stud. I was certain I was going to win...

- until finally there wasn't nothing left. - You gambled the regimental payroll?

Don't make it sound so easy. It took me 17 hours.

That was the hardest work I ever did...

coldest deck I ever saw and the biggest mistake I ever made.

I didn't believe it was possible for a man to play poker for 17 hours...

and never hold a face card.

- I don't know anything about gambling. - I didn't either.

But your father saved me from hanging.

He had me court-martialed, and I spent two years at hard labor.

But when I came out of prison I knew how to crimp, mark...

deal from the bottom, double-deal. And I haven't worked a day since.

Are you saying that you win by dishonest means?

No, ma'am. I win by any means.

- How long ago? - Less than an hour.

We were told there'd be soldiers here.

- There was, but not enough. - Where'd they go?

The detail took the wounded back to Lordsburg, the rest is out chasing.

Might as well have all went back for all the good it'll do.

- Is a Captain Mallory here? - Who are you?

This is Mrs. Mallory. She was told she'd find her husband here.

He's the captain in the cavalry.

- Ma'am, you shouldn't be here. - I am here.

- Question was, where is my husband? - They took him back to Lordsburg.

- Took? Did you say "took"? - Yes, ma'am.

- Is he wounded or is he dead? - He's wounded.

How badly?

- Not as bad as it could be. - That tells me precisely nothing.

He's alive. That's all I can tell you, that's all I know.

There's only one bed, it's got your name writ all over it.

If I was you, I'd take to it.

I'll try and find you some blankets.

Where's Buck's fresh team? Where's the hostlers?

Your team was the first thing the lndians took.

My help went south.

You're gonna have this team rest, use them tomorrow.

If you make it to Lordsburg, tell them I'm closing this station.

I'd say the Apaches closed it for you.

They say Geronimo has two virtues.

He can kill without being killed and steal without getting caught.

Well, those don't sound like virtues to me.

It would if you were an Apache with a white man coming under every rock.

You actually sound like you admire him.

I admire anybody that fights for their survival against odds...

that they know is gonna overwhelm them in the end.

Mrs. Mallory, you better sit down. You look tired.

Please, let me help you.

- Where's that bed? - It's there.

Careful, easy now. All right.

- I envy you. - Why?

- Why? - Why do you envy me?

You fixing to give birth to a new best friend.

I never thought about it like that.

I think that's the only way to think about it if you're gonna have a baby.

And make no mistake about it, you are gonna have a baby.

Here you go. Right here.

Good girl. Good girl.

I think that's the only way to think about it. I mean, you give it life.

You teach it to walk and to eat and to take care of itself.

And then when it hurts, you hold it.

When it feels good, you laugh with it.

And wherever you live, that's its home too.

- Until it grows up and leaves you. - No, ma'am.

Wherever you live is that baby's home forever and forever.

Have you ever been married?

I gave that thought my last shot in that town back yonder.

The gentleman was a liar, but beautiful.

He painted these magnificent pictures with these empty words...

but you wouldn't know about that.

- Pretty fan. - Isn't that pretty? I love it.

Belonged to my mama. Mrs. Mallory, I was brought up to be a lady.

Just kind of sad, all the things that happened along the way.

- Where are you going? - I don't even care anymore.

Maybe that's the saddest part. Not caring.

All right. Relax. Relax.

Thank you.

- Head up. - I think it's coming.

It's all right. Don't you worry. It's gonna be fine.

But that doctor. What if something goes wrong?

- Darling, don't you worry. I'm here. - Do you know about such things?

A little bit. And that'll be plenty.

Doc, Mrs. Mallory wants you.

Doc, Mrs. Mallory wants you.

We're almost to Lordsburg. Can't she wait?

It's the baby that's not waiting. That's how it is with babies.

They want what they want when they want it.

- What about your hands? - What about them?

Ain't you gonna wash your hands?

- Baby won't know. - What about Mrs. Mallory?

You think she wants your fingerprints all over when she sees her husband?

Your hands, Doc.

- Anything else? - Yes, don't slap the baby.

- Why would I slap the baby? - I don't know, but most doctors do.

It's a custom I'm not in favor of.

Nobody comes into this world looking for a fight. You go get her.

- Dallas tells me your time is near. - I think my time is here, Doctor.

Those twinges you told me about are considerably more than twinges.

I'm sorry about my choice of words, but I've never really done this before.

- You've never delivered a baby? - No, ma'am. Not even one.

- But everyone calls you Doc. - Yes, ma'am.

There's something I should tell you. I realize this is not the time to do it.

But I'm not a doctor, I'm a dentist.

- A dentist? - Yes, ma'am.

It's all right. Just relax. It's okay, Mrs. Mallory. it's okay.

Just lay down. Relax.

Just relax.

It's gonna be all right.

- A dentist? - Yes, ma'am.

Do you know anything at all about what is gonna happen here tonight?

A lot of good things are gonna happen here tonight, great things.

You can count on that. You know, one time I delivered a foal for my mare.

Prettiest little filly you ever saw.

- Filly? - Filly.

- Can I help? - No.

You can ask your question.

I've been looked at by a lot of men.

I don't have to ask what the look means.

You said something that stuck in my head.

You said you'd met every kind but you.

- Yeah, so? - Well, what kind are you?

I never met a one-of-a-kind before.

If you had, you think it'd change your life any?

Might have.

One-of-a-kind and one-of-a-kind make a pair of a kind.

Cowboy...

if we knew each other at all, which we don't...

I'd call that the worst proposal I ever heard.

- Proposal? - What am I supposed to think?

- You're talking about us as a pair... - Well, I didn't say a pair of what.

That's true.

You didn't.

You keep the thought.

I like long-running stories.

It looks peaceful in the moonlight, don't it?

You don't expect the Apaches to come back here tonight.

Wouldn't surprise me.

Nothing the Apaches do surprises me.

It shocks me sometimes, but the shock's never a surprise.

- Did you ever know an Apache? - Never did.

Me neither.

They're not much for hanging around forts.

They burn them down, but they don't hang around them.

Listen, Curly, tell me one thing.

Why are you taking me back in?

That's quite a question for an escaped convict to be asking a lawman.

It's not me that wants you, it's the law. They seem to have some opinion that...

if you murder a member of society, that you owe society something.

- I didn't murder anybody. - His name was Dan Curtis.

He was the Plummers' foreman.

I was at my ranch across the border the night he was killed.

It was Luke Plummer and his brothers' testimony that put you in Yuma Prison.

- They lied. - I think you said that at the trial.

You're gonna have another chance to debate that with them.

What do you mean?

I'm going into Lordsburg to satisfy a wanted poster.

The three robbed a bank in Santa Fe, killed a teller and two bystanders.

And you're going into Lordsburg by yourself to take on the Plummers?

- That's what you were gonna do. - Well, you're gonna need some help.

If I deputized an escaped convict, I'd be run out of the territory.

It's better than being carried out.

Is the team gonna be ready?

Yeah, they gotta be ready, the only one we got.

Do you think we'll see the Apaches between here and Lordsburg?

I think they know the schedule better than the front office.

Wonder why they haven't hit us already.

You know the Apache.

Probably sitting around thinking about it.

I believe sometimes thinking about it is better than doing it.

Did you ever know an Apache?

No. Never did.

I think I'll go on inside. You want somebody to relieve you?

No.

What I really want is a look in that banker's bag.

He keeps that dang thing closer to him than his belt buckle.

That's why I want to look in it.

The bag.

What's the matter, Kid? You can't sleep?

- I thought you were with the lady. - She don't need me now.

It gives me time to think about what you could have meant.

A pair, you said.

A pair of what?

You said you didn't know where you're going.

Does anybody?

I do.

As soon as I take care of some business in Lordsburg.

Me and my brother were building our own ranch over in Mexico...

about four miles from the border.

- But then your brother got killed? - Well, my brother got murdered.

And that's what I have to take care of in Lordsburg.

Keep talking.

Well, this little ranch is the prettiest place you ever saw.

Plenty of water...

grass and cottonwood trees around the house.

Lots of rose bushes, I bet?

Never seen a rose bush.

But...

what I thought was, since you don't know where you're going...

I thought you might like to take a look at it.

And if I liked it, I could just stay and live there?

If you like it.

And we could just live happily ever after?

No, just live together and take what comes, like everything else.

What's the matter, you don't believe fairy tales?

I live in the real world, Dallas. Just like you do.

You don't know anything about me. You don't know one thing about me.

I know everything about you.

You're the woman my mama warned me about.

Well, I can't say I know anything about a man until he kisses me.

You're doing real good, Mrs. Mallory. Doing real good.

You couldn't be better if you were in a bedroom...

with a brace of nurses and one of them $50-a-day doctors.

Mrs. Mallory, I gotta look now.

- Look? - If that baby don't come out straight...

and head first, we could have a serious problem.

It's gonna be all right, but I do have to look.

- Do you mean, look? - Yes, ma'am.

You gotta help me. You gotta turn over, if you will.

Would you put out your cigar first, please?

Now then, you gotta turn over on your back.

Not too fast.

Spread your legs just as far as you can.

I am never gonna be embarrassed again.

Look what I found.

You want a slug of this?

Nope. I don't drink.

You don't like whiskey?

I like it all right.

I like it too much. That's the reason I don't drink it.

I always wanted to meet a man of character.

Character has nothing to do with it.

I'm a gambler.

I guess whiskey and gambling is poor mix, ain't it?

Whiskey and anything is a poor mix.

You ought to be a preacher.

Well, the day when I can't find an ace in a haystack, I might just do that.

Here, shuffle and spread them.

What hand do you favor? A flush or a straight? Maybe a full house.

- I'm partial to a straight. - So am l.

You're missing the ace.

I always save the best for last.

- You ever been caught? - The day when I'm caught...

then I'll start preaching. Because nobody can save souls...

better than a man that's lost his own.

Amen.

- It's here. - He did it.

She did it.

So here you are, Mrs. Mallory.

So this is what you look like. I've been wondering for nine months.

I wanted you to look like your father.

- She looks exactly like you. - She?

Yes, ma'am. She.

- For a job well done, sir. - Thank you, nurse.

- My husband wanted a boy. - Why?

I don't know. He just always talked about a boy.

He's gonna take what he gets, and he'll like it.

Men don't know what they want until you give it to them.

Then when they get it, it's exactly what they've always wanted.

Mrs. Mallory wanted me to introduce her daughter, so don't cut and run.

Oh, look at that.

I think this little girl's had just about as many shocks...

as a lady can take for one evening, so she's gonna say good night now.

- Night. - Look at this.

That looked just like a baby.

If you get back to Lordsburg, tell them this station's closed.

Ain't gonna be nobody here.

Well, where you going?

I'd give worlds to know...

but not knowing is better than hanging around...

getting butchered for the stage company.

Well, Chris, we're going on to Lordsburg.

You're welcome to join us if you want to.

You ain't never gonna see Lordsburg.

Yeah.

There are some who say we don't have a chance to make it to Lordsburg.

What we don't have is a choice.

There'll be rifles up on top for everybody.

- Hatfield? - I work better with this.

How would you feel about giving up that bag for a rifle?

Give it up?

I don't know what you mean when you say "give it up."

Store it on top. You can have it back in Lordsburg.

You keep insisting on that, but I've already told you that I won't.

Besides, I can't shoot. I've never handled a rifle in my life.

No better time to learn than when it might be your last chance.

If that bag means more than your life, then you got a right to hold onto it.

But we've got two women and a baby on board.

- That don't move you? - They're not my responsibility.

Doc?

You finally come to me.

You're the prettiest, so I saved you for last.

Since these are yours, you know how to use them.

I imagine.

All right, let's load up.

- Curly, what about Mrs. Mallory? - Yeah, Doc, I know she had a baby...

and she shouldn't travel. Thought about that.

- But how is she? - Well, she's all right.

- How's the baby? - Baby's fine.

- You know we can't leave them here. - No.

You get the women.

- All set? - Yeah.

Folks, there's a couple of things you ought to know.

Ride to Lordsburg is 30 miles.

We'll be going as slow as we can for as long as we can.

These horses are the same ones that brought us here...

and they're plumb wore out.

If there's trouble, you know what to do.

Take your time, squeeze the shots, make every shot count.

What are the chances of not seeing any lndians?

I think Mr. Hatfield's better qualified to give you the odds than I am.

Well, if anyone asked me, I'd say our chances are good.

I'd sooner draw to an inside straight myself.

Eight dollars a month. I told them it wasn't enough.

They told me they could get somebody cheaper than that.

Hey.

Look sharp.

Faster.

Not yet.

Hold your fire. Wait till they're closer.

Now.

Curly, get the lines!

I'll get them.

Curly.

Ringo, get Curly.

Oh' my God.

- You know I gotta go with Ringo. - Yeah, I figured you would.

I can't say I enjoyed the trip...

but I know eight dollars a month ain't enough.

- Tell him for me, would you? - They should at least make it nine.

- You hurting? - No.

You?

Yeah.

Yeah, me too.

- Buck. - Marshal.

It's as good as they can do with what they got to work with.

Yeah, I guess so.

- Goodbye, Mrs. Mallory. - Goodbye, marshal.

When she grows, she'll ask questions about where she was born and things.

- I suppose. - What are you gonna tell her, the truth?

Of course. Every girl needs something to live up to.

And every lady needs something to remember.

Oh, Dallas.

- Thank you, Doc. - Mrs. Mallory.

- Thank you, sir. - Yes, sir.

Mr. Hatfield, you can consider your debt to my father paid.

It's been a long time owing, Mrs. Mallory.

Is the dead man's name Gatewood?

Yeah, he's the banker from Tonto. Why?

He robbed his own bank. You don't seem surprised.

When a banker runs out and flags down a stage leaving town...

without a change of underwear, nothing surprises me.

- What'll you do with the money? - Turn it over to the sheriff.

- There's no civilian law in Lordsburg. - None?

Marshal, if you go into Lordsburg, you're the only civilian law there.

Mr. Plummer, could I talk to you?

Go away. Luke don't talk when he's playing cards.

Ringo's in town.

- Ringo's in prison. - Not no more.

He come into town, driving the stage. Marshal from Tonto beside him.

You trying to tell me he came in with the law?

I'm telling you what I seen, like you told me to.

- How's your arm? - Worthless.

- Can you manage? - I'll manage.

Stay here. I won't be long.

That was a nice thought.

One-of-a-kind, one-of-a-kind making a pair and all. it was nice.

You gonna be here when I get back?

What makes you think you're coming back?

You.

Too bad you're still worried about getting run out of the territory.

I ain't worried about that anymore. I'm deputizing you.

I'm just trying to figure out how we're gonna do it.

Luke Plummer's got a saloon full of brothers.

Since you don't look like you're up to nothing fancy, I'm gonna be busy.

We can probably take a little pressure off, huh, Mr. Hatfield?

- Your flanks will be covered. - But I can't use this. You might need it.

Since I'm the U.S. marshal, I'm gonna tell them they're under arrest.

Would you gentlemen care for another drink?

Whiskey.

Your last drink, Mr. Plummer. Try to enjoy it.

I reckon that's supposed to mean something.

These must be your brothers and your gang.

Nice to have your family with you when you die.

Well, if you're interested in writing my family history...

you should get in touch with my old man. He's mostly to do about it.

If these are your brothers, you're under arrest for bank robbery and murder.

That's a mighty fancy speech for a one-armed marshal with no gun.

My gun is on loan to Bill Williams at the moment.

You might know him better as the Ringo Kid.

Yeah, we heard tell he was out of prison.

Took a job driving stage.

- How'd they found out he didn't do it? - They don't.

You just told me.

Now, either give up your guns or take your chances outside.

Ringo's out there?

Ringo's my deputy. A fine, upstanding young man.

Shoots straight, sings in the choir.

- You with us on this? - The way I see it, it's not my fight, yet.

Bartender, keep this whiskey waiting.

I'll finish it when I get back.

Drop that gun or you'll never have another toothache.

Move.

What you're planning is not nice. Let me hold that for you.

- Chilly night out tonight, ain't it? - Yeah. I think it's fixing to get hot.

Don't have to be this way, you know.

Let's say I'm doing this for my brother Coy.

The marshal tell you you're under arrest?

- He might have mentioned it. - You're not sure.

Well, now...

I never really paid much attention to what the law had to say.

Did hear tell, though, you're his deputy.

Yeah, well, good help's hard to find. Now you lose your gun and drop it.

Sure.

Anything you say.

I don't reckon either one of you want to say a few words...

about how badly he was abused and mistreated in this life...

but he's gonna get his reward in the next.

Mr. Hatfield, marry them to the post until I'm ready to go.

Get over there. Get on over there. Grab that post.

- Doc, you can ask Ringo to come in. - If they move, shoot them.

It don't look like Ringo wants to come inside.

Where do you think you're going, Ringo?

Me and my partner got some business across the border.

I deputized you and the job ain't done yet.

Wasn't much of a job, Curly.

A man breaks out of prison one day, deputized the next?

- I'd call that a pretty good job. - Too regular.

Luke Plummer cleared you.

As far as I'm concerned, you're on the right side of the law.

Except those horses you're stealing.

These horses been stole so many times...

they can't give their own names any more.

You doing the right thing, Dallas?

I'm doing like you, Doc.

Traveling light, coming well-balanced.

You know, a woman could do a lot worse, Curly.

What? Running off with Ringo?

No. Traveling light and coming well-balanced.