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- One of them nooses up there is for you. - Maybe not.

- What do you mean? - Can't you boys get it through your heads?

One hanging's enough for one murder.

Yeah.

So long as it ain't you.

I ain't confessing to something I didn't do.

And me neither.

Well, the odds are two to one you don't have to.

One apiece.

High card confesses.

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These are the Black Hills.

Seated in 1 8 6 8 to the noble Sioux Nation in perpetuity.

If the Sioux were not entirely clear on how long perpetuity was, they soon learned.

- It was exactly seven years. ALL: Yay!

1 87 5, being the year the news got out.

There was gold in those hills.

And those half-naked savages were doing absolutely nothing about it.

We moved in to show them how.

There are only two things wrong with those black hills mining camps.

They weren't in United States territory, so they had to...

well, meet the crime problem in their own simple, forthright way.

And the second thing. They didn't like what they called card sharks.

Unless an enterprising young poker player was

willing to spend his days shoveling rock...

and otherwise disguising his honorable profession...

he was better off where there was less free gold and more law.

Do you suppose this is a nugget?

How should I know?

What would we do, old boy, if we made a strike?

A good one, I mean.

I wouldn't worry about it, Jim.

We can always sell out to somebody with a strong back.

Isn't that a beaut?

Maverick, my friend, it isn't worth it.

No matter how many gold-ladened simpletons might eventually join us...

for a friendly game, it isn't...

Howdy.

Name's Jones. Genessee Jones.

I'm Bart Maverick. This is my partner Jim Buckley.

Howdy.

Eh, place hereabouts where a fella could feed his face?

Frenchy Sue's. Just the other side of camp.

Frenchy Sue?

Be that a female name?

Ha, ha. The real thing. And so is she.

Real woman-cooking! Imagine that. Heh.

You fellas sure live high.

All the comforts of home.

You got good gravel here?

Oh, about three ounces a day.

Three ounces!

That ain't gravel. Ain't even sweepings.

We like to think of it as... wages.

Well, if you like working.

You said that eating place was where?

Just over the hill.

Obliged.

Say, would you lend me the use of them scales for a bit?

Help yourself.

Thank you.

What do you have there?

Oh, a little pocket I cleaned out over in upper Willow Creek.

Oh, ha, ha. How much?

Well, judging by the half tin, if your scales is honest here, I'd say about, uh...

eight thousand dollars in clean dust.

You mean to say you're prowling these hills alone with eight thousand in dust on you?

Well, you need help.

Not this far I ain't. Ha-ha-ha.

No, you don't understand.

See, there's a big meeting in the camp tonight.

They're choosing a court and some officers. Every man in the creek will be there.

Well, it's no time for a stranger to get careless with a poke the size of that one.

I don't aim to get careless. Ha-ha-ha.

And we don't aim to let you.

You're sticking with us.

Well, let's get moving.

I've come thirty mile today and killed a couple Injuns on the way.

I'm hungrier than a spring bear and I got a wee might of thirst to boot.

- We can take care of that too. - Hey!

Excuse us, we'll, uh, we'll get our coats.

Right.

Looks like we got a game.

- He did say eight thousand, didn't he? - He did.

Now, maybe one of us better skip that meeting tonight.

- No matter how bad it might look. - Yeah. But which one?

- Cut? - Uh-uh.

Cut.

You fellas coming?

We'll settle this later.

Did you like my stew, boys? - Oh, yeah.

- Where did you learn to cook, Frenchy? - She learned to cook in Paris.

- Yeah. - Aw, you look a little tired.

Sit down and rest yourself.

You know, I've heard some mighty funny monikers along this creek...

but the name for this camp beats them all. Bald Bill. Ain't that a name?

You find that amusing?

Amusing? Why, it's hilarious.

Wait.

This is our leading citizen, monsieur, Bill King.

The camp has been named after him.

As you can see.

Doggone it! That ain't true. And you know it.

A liar you call me?

I named her after that big bear racket, the head of the gulch, Bald Hill.

That ain't the way we heard it. Is it, boys?

No!

What's the matter. Can't take a joshing?

We was only fooling, Bill. - Yeah.

- You coming to the meeting? - I hadn't given it very much thought.

It starts in half an hour. Now, you be there.

- See here, my good man... - Don't give me no argument.

I'm running for judge, and I want a man up

for clerk who can at least write his own name.

Clerk! Oh.

Your folks are gonna be mighty proud of you, James Aloysius Buckley.

Mighty proud!

Yes, sir, you picked the fine choice.

Politics runs in his family.

Matter of fact, one of his relatives was Lord Mayor of London.

Well, you better be there, Lord Mayor.

Ma'am, this here is the best beat of grub I've had since Hector was a puppy.

I always say there ain't a kitchen worth its name without a woman in it.

And it is even worth more than that with a French woman in it.

Mon ami, is that the best you can do, Frenchy, for old Genessee here?

Why, he's a very important man.

Yes. And pass that there pie!

- And very rich! - Oh, here. Put that back!

Oh, Genessee, let me show the boys what real diggings are like.

Don't worry about a thing, Dandy.

Look at that, Frenchy! Whoop. Don't touch!

Feast your eyes on that, gentlemen.

Where'd you get that? In this creek?

No. Took a side to Oglala.

And put that back.

I sure will, Genessee.

I'm going to get me on the right side of the hill one of these days.

There you are, boys. Eight thousand dollars.

It's picked by hand out of a single pocket.

There you are, Genessee.

There's no point in spreading it all over camp.

Oh, but there is, Dandy. There most certainly is.

We got time for a drink before our meeting, boys.

Drink! Yeah!

Let's get a drink. I'm drier than a horned toad pie.

Hey, old-timer! Hold on a minute there!

Must you go listen to them make speeches to each other?

It will be quiet here.

There's something I have to take care of first.

Maybe later?

There won't even be standing room in here when that meeting breaks up, Frenchy.

Uh, going to the meeting, Maverick?

Uh, no.

Well, then maybe you and Buckley and your

friend here would like to join us a little game.

Well, Dandy Jim can't make it.

- Yes, I can, old boy. See I won't be... - But the meeting, old boy.

But...

However, I'd like to try my luck.

Say what about you, Genessee?

Well, now, these two don't look so fierce...

and they can't be much harm in a fellow that talks as much as you do.

Well, my tent all right? Got a stove.

Sure. And a bottle maybe?

Well, I think we might arrange that.

Since you fellas are so dead set on being obliging, let's get sociable.

Fine. Fine idea.

Uh, good luck, Mr. Clerk.

Do you think he will ever settle down?

You...

You mean you want him to?

Why not? He's grand, beau, c'est un charmeur.

Well, he has his virtues...

he's not bright, but he's shifty.

I am afraid you do not see him the way I do.

That's entirely possible.

Well, mustn't be late for my date with duty.

And two for the gambolier.

The meeting is still going on, so I brought you some coffee.

- Well, thank you very much, Frenchy. - Mighty obliging, ma'am.

Joe, will you bring back the cups in the morning?

Yeah, sure. Don't worry about it, Frenchy.

You might stay around a little while, Frenchy.

- Not when I am so outnumbered. - Ha-ha-ha.

Well, by the looks of things this is about the last hand anyhow.

What you say we check around and turn them up for good?

Suits me.

Well, it's up to you.

Three jacks.

It beats aces.

Beats two pairs.

You're awful lucky tonight, Genessee.

Yeah. Seems that way. But that ain't really it.

- No? - No, now, take you, for instance.

You got a fine touch with the cards, but you're playing too tight.

Gotta gamble a little.

Poker's a game of chance, in case you haven't heard.

Well, from tonight's results, I'd say you were right.

You ain't alone. I'm clean.

Yeah. Poker in three easy lessons.

Look, son, you don't think that pocket I cleaned out on Willow Creek...

was in a patch of gravel, do you?

Fact is, it was in a pair of greenhorn pants.

Just about your size. Ha, ha.

You mean to tell us you're a professional?

No, just a good poker player.

We got another name for them.

Card sharks!

We ain't very hospitable with them kind of poker players around!

I should have knowed it.

Bad poker players and bad losers always come wrapped up in the same skins!

Night, Genessee. Heh.

How do you like that?

What is it they always say? May the best man win? Looks like he did.

Aw, he's probably cheating.

He sure fooled me.

Well, it looks like that meeting's still going on.

If Buckley comes looking for me, you tell him that I went back to claim to turn in.

All right. BART: Night, boys!

Are you in there, Bart? - Huh? Uh...

- Oh, is that you, Jim? - It's me, old boy.

Come on out of there, Maverick, with your hands up.

What is this? Your idea of a joke?

Well, this is obviously no joke.

I'm holding you.

You're doing what?

Easy, my dear fellow.

You see, Bill was elected judge tonight.

I'm holding you and Hays and Manning for murder.

Murder?

But you don't think that...

Well, they don't mean this, do they?

I'm afraid they do.

Well, tell them I didn't do it.

He already has, Maverick.

We had to hold a gun on him a spell to stop him from getting plumb reckless.

But that don't change facts.

What facts?

You and Hays and Manning saw the old man's poke and whittled him into a game.

Hays here says he cleaned you all out.

So here's a way to get even.

One of you, or a pair, or all three of you. It has to be.

Every man in the creek was up at the camp meeting where he belonged.

A stranger did it then.

Some drifter passing through.

A drifter couldn't get a mile through these hills without being spotted.

Night or day, and you know it.

I know I didn't kill anybody.

Besides, a stranger wouldn't know about the old man's poke, and you three did.

Which one of you two thought this up?

Takes a pretty stupid man to kill somebody for his money.

Well, which one was it? - Save it, Maverick!

Me and the boys all talked this over.

We reached our decision by unanimous vote.

The murderer or murderers is gonna hang at 10:00 in the morning.

Till then, I'm gonna lock you all up together.

The guilty man talks, the other two go free.

If there's no confession, that probably means all three of you done it...

and you'll swing together. It's up to you.

Get his boots.

You're gonna make sure I die with them on, huh?

Well, I just don't want you to catch your death of cold.

Go on over to Sue's and get some breakfast. Ben and Sam will take over here.

Better have Sue's cook fix up something for the prisoners too.

Now don't let anyone in here unless I say so.

If one of them decides to talk, then send for me right away.

Five after 8.

Naturally. It's only been five minutes since you looked at it the last time.

They're rigging three nooses out there, boys.

Maverick, I didn't do it. You gotta understand. I didn't!

- Say that again, I'll kick in your teeth! - It's true!

All right!

Saying it don't prove it. I didn't, neither.

They're gonna hang you anyway. Both. They're not fooling around.

- Gotta keep saying that? - Till one of you breaks.

You keep playing it so innocent.

Ask me, I think it was you!

You sure ain't out of this.

One of them nooses up there is for you!

- Maybe not. - What do you mean?

Can't you boys get it through your heads?

One hanging's enough for one murder.

Yeah. So long as it ain't you.

I'm not confessing to something I didn't do.

- Me neither. - Odds are two to one, you don't have to.

One apiece.

High card confesses.

The other two go free?

Can you think of a better way to work it out?

- All right then. - Well, wait a minute.

You're drawing with us.

That's right.

Put them down.

You go first.

All right. A nine. Put them back.

Deuce.

Tough luck, Maverick.

If you don't deserve it.

- Come on. Let's go get Bill King. - Hold it, Hays.

Before you bring every ear in camp down on us.

Well, no use letting it lie there and rot, I guess.

I buried the old man's poke at the foot of Bald Bill rock...

where a ledge juts out into the... Into the bar.

After I stretch that rope, it's yours if you want to keep it quiet.

You really done it, huh?

Nobody gets in. Bill King said so.

Well, one of you go find him then.

He ordered this breakfast for them.

Open up! Open up!

Somebody go find Bill King. Get us out of here!

Maverick's confessed.

Maverick's confessed!

Find Bill King, somebody! Maverick's confessed!

Well, we won't have to wait till 10 now.

- What are we waiting for! Let's get it over with.

Jim!

Jim! They are all saying that Bart confessed to killing the old man.

Bart? Confessed!

Well, we got our killer all right, men.

That muttsy clubbed the old man down right after he left the game.

I apologize to Joe and Mike here for all of us.

Hey, what happened to the old coot's poke?

- Yeah. - Uh, Maverick won't say, but...

he'll change his mind when he gets that rope around his neck.

Congratulations, boys.

For what?

I ain't shaking hands with a man that would hang me for something I didn't do.

Let us in, King.

Search him.

I suppose you want to search me too?

Five minutes. And you watch yourself, Buckley.

You're clerk of the court now and you got a lot of responsibilities.

You take care of your responsibilities, judge.

I'll take care of mine.

Bart, tell me it is all a mistake.

No, it's no mistake.

The old coot took all my cash, honey. That's the only way I could get it back.

- Clubbed him down, eh? - Think of a better way?

I could invent one.

Oh, you don't believe me.

Well, cheer up. Everybody else does.

Including Sue.

You mean he did not do it?

Then why did you say you did?

Are you out of your mind?

Uh, how about a bit of hot coffee, old girl?

Please?

Yes. I will bring some.

All right, Bart. Now tell me why.

Every man in camp was at that confounded meeting last night...

except Manning, Hays and me. That means it was one of them.

You confessed to prove that?

If both of them were guilty, neither of them would have confessed.

If one was innocent, he sure wouldn't.

My dear fellow, Hays and Manning make sense in this. It's you I'm worried about.

So was I.

But I broke the deadlock.

I talked them into a high card draw and hoped I'd be lucky.

I wasn't.

But I had another way out, just in case.

Well, I know we fell into the ways of honest

labor, but there must be easier ways out.

After the draw was over, I told them I did it and where I'd buried Genessee's poke.

Now, one of them is gonna believe me. The other one won't.

He'll disappear while he still has a chance.

I say, would you explain that to me?

The one that's innocent is gonna go looking for gold.

The guilty one knows it isn't there. So he'll clear out of camp fast.

You don't really think that's going to work?

Why not? As soon as one disappears, you tell Bill King why.

That clears me and we'll all take off after him.

But the killer isn't going to be that stupid, showing his hand like that.

Don't you see? He'll know it's a trap.

I thought of that. Our man was stupid enough

to kill the old boy in the first place.

And there's nothing very bright about Hays or Manning.

I played poker with them and I know.

You've cut it too close. There's no time there. You have less than an hour left.

All you have to do is stall Bill King.

Tell him what I have in mind if it'll help.

It's the whole camp. They set a time. They won't back down.

Dandy, I've seen you sell Confederate bonds to Yankee bankers!

And besides, the guilty man is probably well on his way out of here by now.

- But if it doesn't work? - It has to.

But if it doesn't?

Then you're gonna have to prove just how good a friend you are.

Now, come on, you're wasting time.

Is he going to be all right, Jim?

He thinks so.

I wish you had come back to my place last night.

You know what?

So do I.

They did not search me.

Perhaps if Buckley could get a gun, I could...

Are you thinking of suicide, maybe?

No, but you could escape from here.

That would be suicide, Frenchy.

Well, you must do something.

Oh, I am.

What?

I'm fulfilling a lifelong ambition.

Spending my last hour on earth with a woman.

You better run along, I've got some thinking to do.

You going somewheres?

You bet I am. I'm getting out of here while I can.

What's the big hurry?

A man who's been accused once is apt to be again.

I ain't sticking around to give this camp another crack at me.

You won't go too far now, will you?

Not so far as you can't double back after dark

and pick up that poke that Maverick's buried.

You want that poke, you go get it.

I aim to. When it's safe.

Come here.

She's keeping an eye on you like Buckley has on me.

Why?

Maverick's confession has got to stand, don't it?

After that little game last night, you know, he's pretty fast on his feet.

Buckley's got King to postpone the hanging until noon.

No telling what else he'll come up with.

If this camp gets the idea that you or I are going to make a run for it...

I hadn't thought of that.

Yeah, we'd best sit tight until Maverick's swinging nice and high.

I don't like just sitting here.

You won't have to wait long.

Got a bottle?

Oh, come on.

Still in Manning's tent, eh?

And they're going to stay there.

Drinking?

Drunk.

Sue, you'd better wait inside.

Jim, maybe if I talk to Bill he will postpone it again, no?

Look at them.

He couldn't even if he wanted to. They wouldn't let him.

I'm going with you, Jim.

No, you've done everything you could.

I'm going with you.

Do what I told you.

I don't know what you're trying to do, Buckley, but I don't like it.

You're not making yourself quite clear, old boy.

I gave you more time because you promised he'd admit what he did with the man's poke.

- He said he would. - Yeah?

Half a dozen of us took turns trying. And not one word out of him.

So help me, Buckley, if I thought you and him...

Let's see what I can do. Alone.

Three minutes Buckley. And that's it.

They made a break for it, either of them?

They aren't going to.

One of them killed the old man. He's got to show his hand.

Bart, it's not going to work. They're in Manning's tent, drunk.

Are you going to let them hang me?

Well, dear boy, I can't stop them.

But that's just plain murder.

To them, it's justice.

Justice?

All right Jim. I got myself into this so

it's up to me to get myself out. Is that it?

I'm going to live to regret this.

But probably not for long.

There's no bullets.

Well, you don't expect me to hand you a gun with bullets in it.

They'd hang me too.

Well, it's not logical, but it is you, Dandy. It is you.

That's gratitude for you.

All right, thanks, Jim. I guess this is above and beyond the call.

There is one little thing you can do for me.

King. King. Come on in here, I'm ready to talk to you.

It's about time. That tore him up, Bill.

All right, Mr. King you too, up.

Somebody slipped him a gun.

Uh, through the window.

You sure it was through the window?

Come on, Buckley, get alongside that door.

Come on, move.

Turn around, King.

I said turn around.

You're a pretty popular man in this camp, Bill.

I'm going to see to it you get me out of here.

There's nothing I can do for you.

Oh, now, well, isn't that just too bad?

Because if one of those boys so much as makes a move for a gun...

won't be him I'll shoot, it'll be you.

You understand me?

Get them to open up.

- Come on. - Open up.

All right, tell them, Bill, or you're a dead man.

Don't try nothing, boys. He's got a gun on me.

Let him go. We'll get him later.

Drop those rifles. Come on, drop them!

Turn around. Turn around, Buckley. Come on, Bill, turn around.

All right, now back up.

Come on, hurry.

Untie those horses and fan them out.

Come on, Buckley, untie the horses. Move.

All right, now fan them.

Take out those rifles. - Come on!

Don't let him get away! - Come on, men.

Save your powder.

Saddle up and we'll go after him.

Did he get away?

Not a trace of him. How about the others?

We didn't do too good either.

We've been thinking about you, Buckley.

Oh, something nice I hope.

Something not nice at all. Mean in fact.

You got a handgun?

Of course.

A fancy one, ain't it?

Yes, my parents gave it to me when I came west.

And you made a present of it to Maverick.

Why, don't be silly, old boy.

Why, Ben and Sam searched me thoroughly before I went anywhere near him.

Not the last time they didn't.

Now where is it?

Well, it's in my tent in the case it came in.

Well, let's see it.

You don't take my word for it?

No.

All right, Bill.

You know the law for helping a killer? What do they call it?

Accessory after the fact.

Well, the same thing holds good here. So that gun better be there.

Go clear every man out of the camp.

The grapevine will be ahead of him.

They won't dare go near another camp.

And they won't leave here for good until they find the old man's poke.

That'll be someplace close.

Me and Mike will work the creek from here to Bald Bill.

Uh, Bald Rock, Bill.

We'll get mounted men above and below you as soon as we can.

And if you see anything, shoot.

Well, the camp's yours until we get back.

Thanks for nothing.

Ah, come on now, Sue.

Bald Hill is a better camp than some of them you've worked.

Well, it is not worse anyhow.

Do you think you will get him?

Yep.

And the old man's poke too.

You're sure, aren't you?

You kind of liked that Maverick, didn't you?

He's a man.

He's a dangerous one now.

Any reason he might want to try and sneak back in here?

I cannot think of one.

Well, just wanted to be sure.

You alone and all.

Merci, Bill. But I am not alone.

Sure.

The boys might appreciate some hot coffee and something to eat when we get back.

All right. It will be here.

I will leave a lamp burning if you are late.

That's a great way to earn a long and happy life. Ha-ha-ha.

You'll never make a good fugitive, Dandy.

When you take cover, take real cover.

Well, they came up on me a bit fast.

Yeah, I know. I've had to dodge every time I turn around.

Looks like King's spreading them out all around the creek.

And it looks like our little ruse didn't fool them.

- Well, King recognized my gun. - Ha, ha.

That's the wagers of friendship, Jim.

What about my two former cell mates, Hays and Manning?

They were with King when he came after me.

- The both of them? - Of course.

Have you seen either of them since?

Well, and about everybody else along the creek.

Yeah, they sure turned out, didn't they?

Well, that's a manhunt for you.

It beats a hanging by a mile. Ha, ha.

Get off your horse. We're going to go find Hays or Manning.

Afoot?

Well, it's safer. With that uproar going on

down there, we couldn't pick a better time.

If either of them is really innocent.

And actually believes the old man's poke is where you said you buried it.

Well, there's only one way to find out.

Hey, Bill.

- Anything stirring here boys? - Not a sign.

Well, the creek looks clear from here back to camp.

Better work back that way after a while, just in case.

We're going to take a turn downstream.

Well, how long you want us to stay out, Bill?

Until we get Maverick and Buckley.

They'll probably stay holed up until after dark before they try to move.

It's clear now, let's have a look.

We ain't going nowhere. We got to play it safe.

Maverick said it's where the ledge crops out into the bar.

Must be right at the bottom of those big rocks.

Yeah, well, we'll find out soon enough.

If we didn't disturb the look of things, it'll be safe enough.

I like to do my digging when I can do it in private.

The way I see it...

let the rest track Maverick and Buckley down.

They was gonna hang us.

What do we owe this camp?

All I want to do is get my hands on that poke and clear out of here.

That's just what I aim to do.

Yeah, well, look at that sun.

We wait until dark, Maverick could slip past us.

Maybe you're right.

At least, you'll shut up. Come on.

It's both of them.

There's that ledge he was talking about.

Give me that stick.

Well, one of them could believe that poke was buried there.

But not both, Jim. Not both.

Maybe one's putting on for the other.

No, if one of them was guilty, he wouldn't be plowing around in that gravel...

just to be putting on. He'd be bound out of here as fast as he could go.

We're going back to camp.

Come on.

We've been took. There's nothing here.

Yeah. I'm beginning to agree with you.

Hey, Mike.

Wait.

This ain't a job for you and me alone.

You follow them. I'll go fetch Bill King.

What are you doing here?

It's time for supper, isn't it?

Bart, they will catch you and they will hang you.

Both of you.

Every condemned man deserves a good meal, Sue.

And yours are always the best.

But you were free. Why take a risk like this?

Sentiment.

You do not feel I have sentiment too?

Well, you have been a mite friendly.

Well, then listen to what I say.

Please get out of here while you can.

- Have a biscuit, old boy. - Well, thank you, Dandy.

Have you ever been on the run, Sue?

Many times, Bart. Most of my life.

What has that to do with you?

Well, we thought you might know what we wanted.

Like a place to hide.

Here? In my place?

This is pretty good roast. What is it, buffalo?

No, bear. Why here?

Well, it was the safest place we could think of. Heh.

Like your room there.

Bart, they will catch you. And when they do, they will hang you.

When you tell them you haven't seen us?

And they'll believe everything you tell them. You know that, Sue.

No, it's too dangerous.

Funny thing about a hanging, isn't it? It gets into your blood like a fever.

Bart, please.

Oh, this is the best bet, Sue.

Say, have you got any coffee?

- Yes. - Thank you.

Uh, pass the mustard, old boy, would you please?

Yeah.

Bart, you do not understand. I cannot help you.

Meaning you won't?

Won't or can't, what is the difference?

I'm not sure I know right this minute.

Well, maybe she's right, Dandy. It'd be foolish.

They might hang her too.

Me?

Not a woman, Bart.

Well, three innocent men, a woman.

What's the difference once the fever's on?

Three innocent men?

Well, Mike Manning, Joe Hays, me.

But everybody else was at the meeting.

Not everybody, honey.

Just every man in camp.

I don't know what you are trying to do. But you are not frightening me.

Nobody in camp would dare touch me.

I had nothing to do with the killing of the old man.

Didn't you, Sue?

Might we take a look about that back room?

Yes. You should. Before I throw you both out.

Would you mind unlocking that?

By Jove.

Bart.

I am sorry.

I didn't want it to happen this way.

Neither did I.

Where did it all come from?

Not from making coffee or stuffing white man's belly. You can be sure of that.

White man's belly?

Turn around.

Your eyes are like the eyes of a dog. I do not wish to see them.

All right, Sue. If you're going to kill me, that gives me some rights.

What did you mean, "white man"?

I think I'm already guessing.

No need to guess. I have said it because I am not white.

You mean, you're not French?

Oh, yes, my father was a French trapper.

But my mother is a Sioux. An Oglala Sioux.

Now turn around.

The white men think we have no sense of humor.

It is a joke that I call myself Sue.

It is very funny, no?

Well, forgive me if I don't laugh.

How much of that did you hear?

I heard enough.

- I can't believe it. - Her an Indian.

I guess we owe you boys an apology.

I hope you fellas don't hold grudges.

I killed her.

No, you didn't.

You just creased her forehead, Bill.

But she's still alive.

Thanks, Jim.

She's been saving these things like she's saving scalps. Look here.

- Take a look at this. - The old man's poke.

Look here.

Take a look at this.

The old man's poke. Look here.

Well, it looks like we're going to have a hanging after all.

It would be a shame to waste that nice new gallows.

Who are you trying to hang this time, boys?

Her, of course.

Don't look so scared. Nothing's going to happen to you.

- What do you mean? - We're just going to hang her.

We don't let nobody get away with murder. Not even a woman.

Did you say murder, Andy?

I thought you were just being playful when you killed that Indian last week.

I didn't realize it was murder.

You got an awful short memory. She was going to sit still and let them hang us.

Don't lose sight of the fact she was about to shoot you.

I'd feel real upset about that too, boys, if

I could just forget we're in the Black Hills.

You didn't invite any of us up here, did you, by any chance?

She's no Indian. She's French.

I don't think she'd agree with you. She seems to favor her mother's people.

That's just another good reason for hanging her.

I feel real strong about it, boys.

That nice new gallows is just too good to waste on an Indian.

It ought to be reserved for white men only.

She feels good enough in the morning, we'll just run her out of camp.

With all due style and formality.

She did one kill we know about. And maybe some we don't.

That's right.

Nobody gets away with murder.

Well, you said that before, Andy, remember?

But it seems old Genessee Jones, he got away with murder.

He was just telling Sue last night he killed two Indians on the way down here.

- But that ain't murder! - Shut up, all of you.

I don't like saying it, but Maverick's right.

This is Sioux country. Her country, not ours.

When she's ready to leave, she leaves.

We'll warn the other camps about her, but we'll do nothing else.

You coming, Jim?

Well, um... I, um...

Uh, I think we'd better let somebody else give the loot back.

You unhappy, Jim, about leaving all that stuff behind?

Not at all, Bart.

Somebody once said money isn't everything.

I can't imagine who it could have been.