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(narrator) Here's adventure...

here's romance...

here's O. Henry's famous Robin Hood of The Old West.

The Cisco Kid!

Hey, Pancho, it looks like we have company, Amigo.

Wait for Pancho, Cisco!

Whoa.

Hey, Cisco.

He's a nice little fellow, eh?

You know, Cisco, horses are just like people, eh?

What you name, little amigo?

What your name, huh?

Hey, Pancho, his cinches were broken.

Looks like he might have been in an accident.

Cisco, I don't know.

You know, maybe somebody don't treat him good, and maybe he

break loose accidentally on purpose.

That's tough the poor fellow.

Maybe we can find who his owner is.

Yeah, poor little thing.

Come on.

He's out colder than a mackerel.

Come on, let's take care of this stuff.

All right, reach!

You, throw your gun back.

Come on.

Drop that box.

Throw your gun down.

What do you two hombres mean smashing up all my supplies

like this?

I know who sent you.

He can go to jail for this, and you too!

Now, before we start walkin', suppose you just turn that rig

over, and start packing all these supplies back nice

and neat.

All right, move!

Come on, come on.

Get his attention, I'll do the rest.

Got you.

Come on, I've got to get these supplies to town.

What the-- (gun firing)

Boss told us to make it a clean job, so let's get

out of here.

Are you all right?

Yes, I'm all right.

Cisco, the-- they, they has went, Cisco.

The blasted skunks, too bad they got away!

Say, Mister, what is this all about?

Well, I-- Hey, hey, Cisco.

Look, Cisco!

I, I, I been wounded, I look, look I, I bleeding.

Pancho, Pancho, that's very bad!

Have you got a handkerchief?

Yeah, here.

Aye, eee, oooh, aye!

Am I hurting you much?

No!

I can took it, Cisco.

Hey, fella, you're brave.

If that was me, they'd hear me back in Crooked Fork.

Oh, say, aye, that, that's only that...

what you laughing about, Cisco?

I am dying and you are hee-hawing!

Here, take a look at your hand.

Yeah, but where, where's the bullet hole, Cisco?

Yes, where is it?

Say, what box were you shooting behind?

Shooting behind that box there.

I thought so, come here.

Look it there.

Ha, ha, ha, ha.

There you are, Pancho, there's your blood.

It's printing ink.

Oh, yeah, I, I know, I know it was printing ink

all the time.

I know I didn't get shooted.

I was just joking.

Ha, ha, ha, ha.

Yeah, well, it's no joke to me.

I needed that red ink.

Now look at it.

Why you need so much red ink for?

Headlines.

I'm Henry Wilcox, editor and publisher of

The Crooked Fork Gazette.

Well, the headlines won't look so good without red ink,

but it'll have to do.

Say, I've got to get back to town or there won't be

any election extra.

We'll help you load up and fix the traces too.

I'll get the horses.

Good, Pancho.

Just you wait'll I get this story in print.

It's gonna change a lot of votes.

Imagine that John Vine, willin' to kill me to swing

the election!

What makes you think that Vine was the man that set up

these men to kill you?

Well, it's pretty plain, ain't it?

Mayor Rayburn wouldn't do it.

And I'm supporting him for re-election.

Well, this is the last of 'em, boys.

Henry, how are you?

Mayor Rayburn, fine.

But, if it wasn't for these two, I wouldn't be alive.

What do you mean?

What do I mean?

That young opponent of yours had me waylaid on the road.

If The Cisco Kid and his pal here, hadn't come along,

I'd of...

say, let me introduce you.

This is The Cisco Kid.

How do you do?

And his friend Pancho.

Pancho Miguel Fernando Gonzalez de Coneho, Jr.

Glad to know you.

Especially if you saved the life of our editor.

When I get this story into print, it'll cinch

the election for you.

Well, my young opponent hasn't a chance as long as

you're on my side, Henry.

Well, I don't know about that.

He's workin' like a beaver to get votes.

Look over there.

He's got a few suckers cornered already.

I've gotta get my paper moving.

If you gentlemen would like to size up the opposition,

come along with me.

Well, when you've had enough of him, come back, boys.

Mayor Rayburn's been in office here for a long time.

He and his friends have had things their own way for

a long time.

There's too much favoritism around here.

Seems the group around the mayor own all the grazing land around

the county.

All the choice mining claims.

Whenever they want anything, all they have to do is...

ask the mayor.

Those are strong words, son.

Friends, my hot headed young opponent here, doesn't seem

to know there are laws about slander.

But I suppose in an election campaign, you have to expect

this sort of thing.

All I can say is, if you really want to know who's on the level

in this election, and who's willing

to resort to dirty, underhanded double dealings,

get the next issue of the Gazette.

Friends, I'll, I'll see you at the polls.

Nice meeting you, gentlemen.

Well, a typical example of our Honorable Mayor's attitude.

You ask him a question, he doesn't answer it.

He changes the subject.

You know something, Pancho?

No, yeah, what?

That young Vine is a pretty nice fellow.

Yeah, he don't look like somebody goin' 'round whipping

up editors, huh?

I wonder if Wilcox is backing the wrong man?

Well, you had enough of him did you?

I didn't have time to write my story.

I had to set it directly to type.

When I get through with that young Vine, they'll run him

out of town on a rail.

Now, let me see.

Oh, I gotta kill this-- No, nobody ain't gonna

kill nobody.

I mean kill this.

(giggling) He want me to kill that,

and, ha, ha, and it ain't even moving, Cisco.

Throw it in the pie box You can't make pie outta

that, the pie, look at this little thing like that,

they're so hard they gonna break your tooth.

You can't make pie outta-- No, Pancho, he means throw it

in that pie box over there.

Pie box, huh?

There ain't no pie in here, Cisco, just a lot of little

tripes like this one, ha, ha.

Its a different kind of a pie, Pancho.

Yeah?

That's printer's talk, that means they're through

with the type.

I didn't know.

Young Vine starts interfering with the freedom of the press,

he's gone too far.

Yeah, freedom of the presses is all right, but the, how can

the people read the freedom of the presses when the tripe is

downside upside down?

Its gotta be that way so it comes out right.

Here, I'll show you.

Well, what do you suppose from those!

The tripe is, ain't upside down after all.

Ha, ha.

Maybe we should let Mr. Wilcox get his

newspaper out indeed, eh, Pancho.

We'll see you later, Mr. Wilcox.

Fine, fine, good.

I never, I never see something like that in my...

wait, Cisco, wait.

Cisco, I'm all confused.

This newspaper business is a crazy business, it don't call

nothing by the right name, and they don't even

put the pie in the pie box.

All right, Pancho.

We'll find a restaurant and then you can have

all the pie you want, Amigo.

Oh, Cisco, you say a mouth full.

Hee, hee, hee.

They're the fellas that waylaid me.

Well, we're here for the payout,

but I don't mind tellin' you, we earned our dough.

When The Cisco Kid and Pancho came muscling in on the act,

things really got hot.

You didn't get hurt, so don't complain.

Cisco could have gummed up the works.

Lucky he didn't show sooner, or our fighting editor

might have found out who he was fighting, huh?

Mayor Rayburn!

Wait till I get back to town with this news.

Grab him!

(gun blasting) Hold it, grandpa.

Well, sticking your neck out aren't you, little man?

You underhanded double crosser.

You just signed your political death warrant.

That's what you think, Wilcox.

Come on inside, maybe we can change your mind.

I'll-- Why did you have to come

out here, Wilcox?

If you'd have printed that story, Vine wouldn't have

gotten a single vote.

When I print this one, you won't.

You're so right.

I think we can have the right story published.

Uh, Murdock, what do you know about the newspaper business?

Nothing.

Well, you're going to learn fast.

You're now temporary editor of the Gazette.

Now, see here!

What are you talking about?

Get into town and get that paper out.

I don't care how you do it, just get it out.

All right.

You know, this is going to be a very interesting edition.

Uh, get me that rope, Chad.

Take off your hat and coat and make yourself comfortable.

We're going to see you stay put and don't cause us

any more trouble.

At least until the paper's out, huh?

That's perty good pie, eh, Cisco?

Which one do you mean, Pancho?

The berry, the cherry or the apple?

No, the apple-berry, peach-berry, punkin-berry,

all three.

(giggling) Que pasa?

And I don't want to see you sticking your nose

in here again.

That's funny.

I didn't know Wilcox had a helper.

Hey, Mr. Vine, Mr. Vine, wha-- what happened?

I tried to put an ad in the paper for the election.

They threw me out.

Threw you out?

Who, Mr. Wilcox?

No, some fella he has in there working for him.

I didn't expect this of Wilcox.

I was sure he'd accept a paid ad.

Yeah, Mr. Wilcox, he, he, he believe in

the freedom of the presses.

He tell me this himself.

Oh, yeah, looks like it.

Maybe he's mad at what you do to his wagon.

What are you talking about?

Wilcox thinks you hired some men to wreck his wagon

and his printing supplies.

I wouldn't do such a thing even if it cost me the election.

Didn't I say so, Cisco?

If you didn't, who did?

If Mr. Wilcox think you do this,

that make him madder, no?

You don't think Mayor Rayburn would stoop to such a trick,

do you?

It's worth investigating.

Come on, Pancho.

I'll go along.

No, you keep on getting votes, there's not much

time left-- Come on.

All right.

What do you two hombres want?

Where is Mr. Wilcox?

He had to go away.

And he was in such a hurry to get out this newspaper, huh?

He asked me to help him till he gets back.

Mister, do you mind if I look at a newspaper?

Go ahead, that's what it's for.

It's the same paper, all right, Pancho.

That still look a little crooked to me, Cisco.

I'm going to find out something about this hombre.

Mister, do you mind if I have a piece of pie out of

the pie box?

Sure, go ahead.

Cisco, this fellow, he don't know pie from pie.

You've got a pretty good paper here, Mister.

Say, you've got some blood on your hand.

Huh?

Some blood on your hand.

That's not blood, that's red ink.

Pancho, remember Wilcox lost all his red ink?

Yeah, you remember where, Cisco?

Look here, friend, you're a little too nosey.

Get your hands up.

Come on-- Get your hands up.

We're going to be nosey until we find out why Mr. Wilcox

needs the help of a man who wrecked his wagon.

It's a little too late for that.

Put your iron on the table.

Not that hand, that one.

You too, put your gun on the table.

Now get over there and sit down.

Come on.

Now sit there nice and quiet till I finish the job.

And don't try anything or I'll slug you.

Well, Pancho, I guess we're a couple of pretty

smart fellows, eh?

Gee, I don't think.

Hey, Pancho, you look pale to me.

Yeah, but I don't feel pale, Cisco.

Pancho, you look very pale to me, Amigo.

Cisco, this ain't no time to make jokersty.

Oh, yes, I, I feel a terrible pale, you know, Cisco, I

couldn't, I couldn't be paler.

You know?

Oh, you know, Cisco, when I get pale, I get, oh, I get pale,

see, and I get geese pimples and perspirations all, all--

Hey, Cisco, this fellow thinks he's getting away with murder.

I'll worry about that when the time comes.

Well, the time is here already.

Cisco, this press business is pretty dangerous, eh?

It's pretty clear, you're only here because

Mr. Wilcox can't be.

You must know where he is.

Talk is cheap, but I ain't got none for sale.

Maybe this make you change your mind, eh?

I ain't never heard of The Cisco Kid shootin'

anyone in cold blood.

You're right, my friend.

Neither does Pancho.

Here, Pancho, put your gun away.

Now, you can walk right out of here.

All you have to do is get past me.

Fight, Cisco!

That's it, give him all what you have.

Don't be afraid, aaah.

You must know where he is, now tell me.

Look in the shack off the Silver Springs Road.

Couple of miles out of town.

You can take care of him by yourself, Pancho, can't you?

Si, don't worry, Cisco.

He's gentle like a little baby.

I can take care of him, huh?

Good.

I'm going to find Mr. Wilcox.

Bueno.

Well, Amigo, just, eh, make yourself comfortable, huh?

Take a busy, it gonna be quite a little while.

Just take a busy, huh?

Yeah, this paper ain't no good no more.

When you think Mr. Wilcox will be back, huh?

How should I know?

Well, he, I don't think-- If he don't come back,

maybe I gonna be fix up this paper myself.

I don't care what you do.

Well, just make yourself comfortable, huh?

I got to do a little bit of work to do, but no funny business.

Let's see where he done put it.

First you take all these typers, and you throw them

in the pie box.

Hee, hee.

I bet, I bet you think there's a pie in every box, huh?

That's the kind of a newspaper man you are, huh?

Then, then you take all these typers here, and you put 'em in

upside down backwards, and back downside upwards,

and then they come out together, upside down backwards.

See, I bet you didn't even know that, huh?

How long do you think you can keep me here, Rayburn?

As long as I have to.

You mean you're gonna stay here and guard me

and not get back to town and your campaigning?

Not at all.

As soon as Murdock reports back the Gazette is printed, I leave.

Yeah, you think I'm not gonna tell the truth about you?

As soon as I get a chance.

You may never get the chance, friend.

Oh, sounds like Murdock now.

Cisco!

Chad, take care of him.

(gun blasting) (gun blasting)

Hey, Rayburn!

What do you want?

I've got you covered.

I can drop you the minute you come out, and I will, unless you

come out right now, with your hands in the air!

That's a pretty straight statement, Cisco.

Calls for a pretty straight answer.

There's your answer!

Remember, I've got a friend of yours in here, who's liable

to get hurt.

You're so right, Mr. Rayburn.

Get out there now.

I got out of his line of fire.

I'll make that suggestion again, Rayburn.

Come out with your hands up, while I'm still in

a generous mood!

Come on out!

Cisco, I've got my gun on your friend.

I'm coming' out all right.

You want him alive, you'll do as I say!

All right, Rayburn.

Don't try anything silly, Mister.

You'll get hurt.

Cisco, toss your gun over the side

and past the window so I can see it drop.

All right, come on.

All right, Cisco, no tricks now.

Keep your hands up.

Are you all right, Amigo?

I'm all right, Cisco.

Get up!

All right, Mr. Mayor, you just lost your election.

Go on.

Well, Cisco, you fixed everything up, eh?

Everything is all right, Amigo.

It sure is.

He just brought two real scoundrels to justice.

Pancho, what have you been doing?

Oh, what I been doing, what I am doing,

I'm getting up a newspaper.

I'm big editor, Cisco, you know.

Oh.

You know, Cisco, big executives like me,

we work with the brains, not dirty work like

uh, like him.

But the newspaper I composed is all wrong.

I've got to change my story now.

That's right, Pancho.

Mr. Wilcox is now supporting Mr. Vine.

Yeah, Cisco, but I fix up the newspaper.

Brayburn she dorty bum.

All a m-- all a mistook.

What kind of a newspaper is this?

I, well, that's a good newspaper!

Rayburn she's a dirty bum.

All a mistook.

Make your voters for Meester Vine.

Meester Vine he's make more better mayor.

Rayburn, he no like the freedom of the presses.

See, here's the whole story.

Mayor Rayburn burn up the red ink.

I don't know, but it sounds all right when you read it.

Oh, Pancho!

Oh, Cisco!

Good bye, Amigos!

See you soon!

Ha!