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MATT: Time never goes fast when you want it to, does it?

You won't get away with this, Dyer.

Oh, I think we will.

Been over an hour since we walked through the doors of your bank.

So far we're better off than your deposit is.

20,000 better off.

You'll never live to spend that money.

Uh, no, that's where you're wrong.

The posses that are out hunting for us

ain't looking in their own backyard.

You're mighty sure of yourself, aren't you?

I'm sure of one thing, the last place the law

will look for us is in the home of the man

whose bank was robbed.

You don't think I live here alone, do you?

My wife and brother-in-law

will be back soon and then--

Your wife left you for good 6 weeks ago,

hasn't been seen in Granite City since.

And your brother-in-law lives in Sedalia.

You're not even on speaking terms.

Hogwash, all of it.

I don't like being argued with.

You see, I make it my business to know.

So you just sit tight.

Wipe the steam off your glasses.

Rider coming in, Matt.

That's all right, it's Rafe.

Let him in.

What's the matter with you?

You expecting somebody else?

Matt, the sheriff's got a lot of men strung up

between here and Laramie.

It's pretty tricky getting through.

I marked the main points they'll be watching.

We'll probably have to use the back trail.

Let's see that map.

Matt, what about him?

Yeah, what about him?

Here.

You got everything you need?

Everything but a good education, Charlie.

I reckon it's too late for that.

Sure appreciate you riding up this way.

With these mares you brought in,

we should have some fine colts growing up

next summer.

Well, you helped Slim and me when we needed it.

It's time we returned the favor.

Give him my best when you get in, will you?

And to Mike and Daisy, too.

I'll do that, Charlie.

So long.So long.

Hold it, right there.

Yeah, I'm real sorry about this.

Here, here are

your papers back and your gun.

Who were you shooting at, me or my horse?

Is he hurt bad?

You just nicked his hoof. You could have killed him.

Well, I can't just keep saying I'm sorry,

but-- but I am.

Your hollered for me to stop.

Why didn't you give me a chance to pull up before you cut loose?

Well, guess I'm a little jumpy

after what happened in town this morning.

Am I supposed to know?

Oh, I figured you'd heard.

Matt Dyer and his gang held up the bank in Granite City.

Got away with 20,000.

What's that got to do with me?

I thought you might be one of them.

Sheriff's got men posted all along the roads

between here and Laramie.

This is one time Dyer's gonna know

he's been in a fight.

Or anybody else that happens along the road, huh?

Can't afford to take chances with Dyer, you know that.

All I know is I'm sticking

to the backcountry from here on.

It seems to be the only safe place.

If you do happen to run into any of the deputies,

you tell them I said you're all right.

Name's Bud,

Bud Willaby.

Thanks. I will, if they don't shoot me first.

Oh, come here. You're not going anywhere.

Howdy, ma'am.

Afternoon.

You Ma Tolliver?

Well, I sure ain't Lillie Langtry.

My name is Jess Harper, ma'am.

I work for the Sherman relay station

outside of Laramie.

Yeah, I heard about you.

You look all right.

Did this place used to be a relay station?

And a darn good one, too,

until some smarty pants in an office,

who probably didn't know his ear from a whiffletree,

decided to re-route the line.

You reckon you could put me up for the night, ma'am?

My horse has gone lame.

Dollar a night, plain food and a hard bed.

Well, it sounds fine to me.

Well, it ain't, but it won't kill you.

Put your horse in the barn, come on in the kitchen.

Coffee is on.

And while you're about it,

bring in some wood for the stove.

Yes, ma'am. Thank you.

You sure about the name?

It was Bud Willaby that downed your horse?

That's right.

Not that I think he meant to,

and it's probably just a case of buck fever.

Well, it seems any trouble around,

Bud will just naturally run into it.

Well, he's likely to outgrow that.

Most men do.

Yeah, if he lives long enough.

You thinking about Matt Dyer?

Well, the men that ride with him anyhow.

You know, Bud's not much more than an overgrown kid.

And if he runs into that outfit,

he'll wind up full of more holes than a gillnet.

Sounds like you know him pretty well.

Well, ought to, he drops around here often enough,

but he's company.

We don't get much of that anymore.

Why don't you move into town?

Too civilized.

I like to remember Granite City the way

it was in its heyday,

wide open, a real ripsnorter,

with all the stops pulled out.

How long ago was that?

Ten, fifteen years.

The James boys and the Daltons

used to come through there regularly.

They were real men.

All you had to do is take a look at them

to know it.

They don't come like that nowadays.

Maybe it's just as good, Ma.

That was a pretty bad bunch.

Most of them finished up on the wrong end of a rope.

Yeah.

The man that helped me

build this place ended up like that.

But I ain't seen his equal since,

not by a long sight.

[ horse neighing ]

Oh, that girl is gonna kill herself

trying to break that horse.

Who is she?

My granddaughter.

The horse ain't about to be broken.

At leastwise not by her.

I told her, but she's full of a lot of ideas.

She's bound to learn her own way.

Matt, it's getting late.

We can't wait for her any longer.

I know.

Maybe she just got things mixed up.

I mean, where she's supposed to meet us.

Yeah.

Chances are we get to Ma Tolliver,

she'll be waiting there for you.

Rafe, you go ahead down the road,

make sure it's safe.

Alby, take care of our tracks, will you?

All right, Mr. Thomas,

mount up, we're moving along.

To where?

You'll know when we get there.

Something's wrong, isn't it, Matt?

Getting away is not quite as simple as you thought.

Eh, it's just a little bit of woman trouble,

nothing to get your hopes up about it.

All right.

Whoever she is, I hope she has sense enough

to realize when she's well-off.

Yeah, it's hard to tell about a woman sometimes.

Your kind, perhaps.

Oh, she's your kind, too.

Fact is, you hired her to work in your bank.

Keep his head up!

Watch yourself!

Now stay in the middle of him!

Go on, give him some steel!

What are you trying to do, break your neck?

It's my neck I fell on.

Haven't you got more sense than to try

and ride a bronc like that?

You think you can do any better?

I didn't say that.

Well, you're pretty good at giving advice

when somebody else is in the saddle.

Or don't you ever ride?

[ horse neighing ]

Whoa.

Whoa.

I've worn him down some,

but watch how you mount him.

Just let me handle it my way, huh?

Go right ahead.

Hold still now. Be gentle now.

Gentle, boy.

Whoa.

Okay, gentle.

Dadgummit.

Okay, mister, let's try that again.

You all right?

Yeah, I reckon.

I don't know how you stayed on as long as you did.

Well, ain't no mystery to that.

I was afraid to get off.

Well, you came close to proving what they always say,

"Never a horse that can't be rode."

"And never a man that can't be throwed."

You didn't tell me what a good rider you are.

Aren't you gonna tell me your name either?

Jess Harper, ma'am.

Mine's Sue.

Uh, you staying overnight?

Well, I was planning on it.

That's good.

Why is it good?

Well, it's a relief when anything happens

around this place.

Living here is about as exciting as living

at the bottom of a well.

Is that all you want is excitement?

Maybe not, but it sure would be a change.

We better get that horse of yours in the barn

before he stiffens up and turns gentle.

Hey, you got dirt on your nose.

Oh.

You mean, you were actually there in St. Louis?

Just for a while.

I've never gone any further than Granite City,

if you can call that going any place.

St. Louis, oh, that must be wonderful.

All those fancy stores and dancing at the cotillion

with all those handsome men.

Aren't there any men around here?

Since they re-routed the stage line,

we might as well be on an island.

Bud Willaby is the only one I ever see.

He's only 24.

Well, he don't seem too bad.

You know him?

More or less.

Well, can you imagine kissing him?

You think that would be any fun?

Not for me.

Well, not for me either.

I mean, Bud's all right. He really is.

It's just that it's-- it's not exciting.

Well, now maybe you're just hard to please.

Do you ever kiss girls?

Now and then.

Sometimes it's special, sometimes it isn't.

Yeah, I reckon.

Well, then you understand what I mean about Bud.

Just isn't exciting.

Do you think it'd be exciting to kiss me?

Now wait a minute, Sue.

Well, we're gonna try it sooner or later,

it might as well be now.

Sure is different than kissing Bud.

Now listen, Sue.

Let's try it again.

BUD: Hey, you get away from her!

Oh, Bud, stop acting like you own me.

We'll see about that.

Now look, Bud, I don't want to hurt you.

Now give me a chance to explain.

[ horse neighing ]

[ sighs ]

Oh, Bud, why don't you stop? You can't lick him.

Uh, I reckon not, but I'd sure like to.

Oh, you needn't feel that way, Bud.

Looked about even to me until Jess here threw you

that lucky one.

Yeah, she's right, Bud.

You're rougher than a cop.

You're not bad yourself.

But I still say you leave my girl alone.

You got nothing to worry about.

Nothing to worry about?

After what I just saw where you and Sue were--

Whatever you saw, you should have been

doing it yourself.

A woman likes to know where she stands with a man,

and you better be able to show her.

Well, I might just do that.

I'd like to see you try.

Well, I will.

Don't you worry about that.

Right now I think I better be getting back

on the job.

I'll get your horse.

I just stopped by to tell you that Matt Dyer

held up the bank and--

I already heard.

Oh.

Well, you be careful because he's around...

someplace.

Don't you worry, because I'll be around, too.

So long.

You know, when I first met him I thought he was

a dadgum tangle-foot.

Now I ain't so sure.

Maybe I will sell this place someday

and move into town.

Only it seems so final, almost like being buried.

Well, from the way Sue talks, that's the way

she feels about staying here.

That's no job for a man.

Ha!

Never heard you complain about it

when Bud's peeling potatoes.

That's different.

He takes to an apron like a duck

takes to water.

You know, you make so much noise about

not liking that guy,

I get the feeling you're trying to convince yourself.

[ knocking on door ]

Who can that be?

I'll get it.

You worried about something, Jess?

Just playing it safe, Ma.

[ knocking on door ]

Excuse me, but--

What's this?

It's a gun. I'm sure you've seen one before.

Well, I'll be. [ chuckles ]

You're Jess Harper, aren't you?

That's right.

You still going by Rafe Andrews

or you got a different handle now?

No, name's the same.

Imagine running into you after all these years.

Five for that bank job.

Yeah. But, Jess, you, you shouldn't have turned me in.

It just wasn't friendly like.

I got kind of tired spending all that time in jail.

And I-- I paid for my mistake.

It's all over and done with.

What do you want here?

Just a place to put up for the night.

You see, I--

I lucked into a good honest job up north.

And I don't want to be all tuckered out

when I get there.

Dollar a night, plain food and a hard bed.

Well, I'll be much obliged, ma'am...

unless you're going to be overcrowded.

No, nobody here but us.

Put your horse in the barn.

Well, thank you, much obliged.

I hope you know what you're doing, Ma.

Put your hands up.

Like I told you, it just wasn't friendly

you turning me in, Jess.

We'll get together on that little later.

Right now I want you all outside.

Come on, move.

How'd everything go?

Piece of cake.

Nobody here but them.

Only supposed to be the two women. Who's he?

This fellow here cost me 5 years on a rock pile.

I figured you might want to meet him

before I gun him down.

I told you I don't want any trouble here.

We're gonna have a nice, quiet visit.

It's up to you, Matt.

Your name's Dyer, huh?

That's right, ma'am.

Well, I've known the best of them,

Frank and Jesse James and the Daltons

and Ringo.

You got the same look about you.

Yeah.

Listen, Rafe...

All right now, don't try it, son.

I said I wanted a nice, quiet visit.

Don't make me change my mind.

All right, help the deputy off his horse.

I don't need any help.

So you did try to go up against him, huh?

Yeah, he's a good boy.

Ain't very smart about judging odds, though.

He let into us like he had a whole regiment

behind him.

Oh, Bud.

All right, everybody into it.

Alby, take the horses in the barn

and keep out a sharp eye.

Hmm?Right.

Put that gun back.

What, leave it around for one of you to use on us? No.

Not likely, ma'am.

[ door opens ]

There's a plug in the barrel, you can see for yourself.

I pulled the firing pin, too, so nobody else could use it.

This is one of the original Spencer repeaters,

good heft, nice action, too.

Why do you want to keep it from being used?

Belonged to Buckskin Frank Leslie.

Oh.

And I didn't want no one else totting his rifle around

when he got put away.

Yeah, I bumped into Leslie once, sure,

up in... where I grew up.

He had the whole town up a tree,

including the marshal who was gonna arrest me

for stealing his fish pole.

How well did you know him?

I guess I was in love with Frank for around 20 years.

He helped build this place.

They broke the mold when they laid him away.

How long are you gonna keep us here, Dyer?

Well, that depends.

That posse is gonna catch your trail sooner or later.

Yeah.

See, that's why I'm keeping all of you around,

what you might call insurance.

Go on, sit down where you were.

Why don't you tell them what you're actually

waiting for, Dyer?

For that woman of yours who helped rob my bank.

Now we wouldn't want to do that, would we?

Then I'd have to explain to them why your wife

up and left you.

You were involved with another woman, weren't you?

Yeah, you're a good nurse.

I'm glad you approve.

Here's your bullet.

Here.

Want this for a souvenir?

Yeah.

And I won't be forgetting

how I got it

or who it was that gave it to me.

Look, you're a real nice boy, and you got a real nice gal.

Now don't spoil it all by getting yourself killed.

You don't care how many men you kill, do you?

I don't care how many men I have to.

I only do what has to be done.

Every time I kill a man, it ain't for fun.

It's just...

the nature of the business that I'm in.

[ chuckles ] Business?

You don't even know the meaning of the word.

Well, now maybe I haven't had all the fancy training

you've had, but I ain't exactly broke either.

A lot of good it'll do you

when they put that rope around your neck.

Now listen, banker,

you keep a civil tongue in your head

or I'm liable to cash you in.

I thought you only did what you had to, Dyer.

Or are you making an exception?

You know what, Jess?

I always said you talk too much.

All right now, back off.

All right, back off I said!

Matt, there's a posse coming in.

Matt Dyer?

No, Sheriff, haven't seen hide nor hair of him.

Well, he's around here somewhere. You be careful.

You stay in the house and keep your door locked.

I'll do that.

Dyer is a bad number.

He'll just leave, shoot you down

in cold blood as to look at you.

All right, Sheriff, we'll be careful.

I don't much like the idea

of you and Sue staying out here alone.

Maybe you better go on into town.

I'll send one of my men in with you.

Oh, that's very kind of you, Sheriff,

but we'll be all right.

I hope so, Ma.

You be careful, you hear?

I'll do just that.

Ma, have you seen anything of Bud?

Bud?

No, not today.

He's supposed to be patrolling this road up the forge.

We haven't seen a thing of him.

Of course, he could be off on the wrong trail.

He's that anxious to get a crack at Dyer,

he could have worked himself over

into the next county by now.

Last time he was riding.

Oh, Ma, you happen to have an extra saddle cinch

around the place?

The one I got is about worn through.

Yeah, there's a couple

hanging on the end of the barn.

Just help yourself.

Thanks, Ma.

Good luck.

Thank you.

Well, you played that real smart.

You're all right.

Do you mean what you said about shooting these people

if I told the sheriff you were here?

Every word.

Starting with Sue?

Starting with Sue.

I thought you were man enough to shoot it out

with the posse instead of hiding behind women's skirts.

Mm-hmm. I didn't like the odds.

See, in my business, getting into a fight's easy.

The trick is to stay out of the ones

you're not sure of winning.

Well, the men I used to know

wouldn't have played it that way.

Yeah.

Maybe that's why they're all dead.

[ horse neighing ]

He's up in the house, all right, Davey.

Ma never owned more than two horses in her life.

There's half a dozen in that barn right now.

Figure Dyer's woman was telling the truth.

When I tried to put her in jail,

all she was interested in was saving her hide.

Trouble is we can't take him now.

Too many people in the line of fire.

How many gun slingers you figure they got in there?

We got to make a real good fight out of it.

But all we can do is ride up the road there

and drop off up among the trees,

wait for them to come out.

You better fix up some food.

We got a long ride ahead of us.

We won't have time to stop.

I thought you were waiting for somebody.

I'm through waiting.

When we eat, we ride.

Well, that's more like it.

How about you?

You hungry?

No, thank you.

All right, suit yourself.

You better make enough

so we can take some along with us.

If you think I'm going to cook for you

after what you've done--

Come on, I'll help you.

Charlie.

When are you gonna make a try for them?

You must have some kind of a plan by now.

You bet I do. I plan to stay alive.

I'd like the rest of you to stay alive, too.

Um, you can set the table.

You mean, you're not gonna do anything?

What do you want me to do,

get us all shot like fish in a rain barrel?

There's a derringer in the tobacco box

in the other room, it's loaded.

That's what I'd have to be to try and use it

against the four of them.

And I thought you were a better man than Bud.

He's twice what you'll ever be.

Does Bud know about that derringer?

I don't know.

He gave it to me for my birthday.

Maybe he knows it's in there.

I sure hope he don't.

He's sore enough to try and use it.

You mind answering a question, Dyer?

No, go right ahead.

Where do you think all this is getting you?

I mean, you must have some goal in mind, some purpose.

Why? Why?

Because everyone wants something out of life.

Surely you don't intend to go on like this forever.

Well, I don't expect any of us will go on forever.

In the meanwhile, I just do the best I can.

Holding a gun on a few unarmed people?

I'd expect you could do better than that, Dyer.

Now listen, banker, you better watch what you say

or something is gonna catch up with you

that you don't expect.

Oh, uh-uh,

nah, I wouldn't put too much weight

on that leg.

Now you go on.

You get back, sit down.

Supper's on.

All right, let's eat.

Come on.

I told you I didn't care to eat.

Oh, I'm so sorry, Mr. Thomas.

What I meant to say was,

we'd appreciate the pleasure of your company.

Could you reach the salt?

Just like at home, nothing works.

What's the matter, Mr. Thomas, something wrong?

Yes.

Your reputation.

What about it?

I've heard about you.

The fast gun that works for the stage line.

Nobody pushes you around.

Well now, since you're spreading rumors,

I'm glad you picked that one.

Maybe I can get some elbow room at this table.

My mistake.

Didn't think a man who'd used his gun

as much as you have would bother denying it.

So what?

So look at you, sitting here as meek as a kitten,

taking orders from these outlaws,

acting like a scared old lady.

Just staying alive.

There's only one way you'll do that...

killing Dyer.

I thought about that.

The last time we talked it over,

he didn't like the idea.

Willaby, aren't you going to do something?

It's your job, too, isn't it?

Oh, yes, sir.

County pays me $41 a month

and a free lot in Boot Hill.

How much money do you make, Harper?

Not enough to keep you in silk shirts.

All right.

Listen to me, both of you,

and you, too,

and you and you.

I'm saying this in front of witnesses.

I got $10,000 for the man in this room

that will kill Dyer,

$10,000 cash on the barrelhead.

That's quite an offer, Mr. Thomas.

I don't think you're gonna have any takers.

Cowards, all of you.

You know,

I'm getting a little tired of the sound

of your voice, banker.

Now your proposition didn't seem to cut any ice,

so I'll make one.

I'll give you a chance to save $10,000.

All right, stand up.

He said stand up.

Excuse us, ladies.

Here.

Come on, take it!

All right, banker, make your play.

You wanted me killed, didn't you? Go ahead.

He hasn't a chance, Dyer, and you know it.

You're faster than he is when you're half asleep.

Yeah, yeah, I guess you're right.

All right, let's even things up a little bit.

Now...

[ chuckles ]

You're closer to killing me

than anybody's been in years.

What are you waiting for?

I know it can't be because you're afraid to fight,

couldn't be, not the way

you're always pushing other people to do it for you.

Don't try anything, Thomas.

Just throw the gun away. Don't be a fool.

Go on, banker.

Go on, you can do it.

All you got to do is lift up that barrel and let him have it.

Don't listen to him.

That's right, Ma. Tell him.

Tell him how to save his skin.

Tell him how it'll sound to the whole territory

when they hear that Thomas had a gun in his hand

and he didn't have the nerve to kill Matt Dyer.

Tell him how he can close his ears to what everybody

will be saying, that he was never anything

but a cheap ten-horned coward that--

I don't see how he's still alive.

No thanks to Dyer, though, huh, Ma?

Don't rub it in, Jess.

I feel poorly enough already.

Take a look at this, maybe you'll feel better.

Ever see a belt buckle look like that?

Dyer's bullet must have hit it square.

That's right.

If it hadn't, he wouldn't be alive right now.

He seems to be resting easy enough.

I don't think there's anymore we can do for him.

Well, everybody seems to have settled down, huh?

I guess a bullet's a hint in any man's language.

That was the most cold-blooded

shooting I ever saw.

Bud, please.

Well, why?

The banker had a gun, nobody forced him to use it.

Nobody forced him? Ha.

You did everything but wring him in knots.

I did.

That gun you gave him, it probably wasn't even loaded.

Well, that's an interesting thought.

You don't think this gun is loaded, huh?

All right, let's find out.

Don't!

Well...

there was one shot in it anyway.

Let's see if there's another, huh?

You just keep out of this.

You still think the gun isn't loaded?

Now there ought to be one more shot in there.

Just one more.

And you're the man who never kills

for the fun of it.

That's right, Harper.

Only for business reasons.

See, this man's a lawman.

Now killing him would be good for business, wouldn't it?

Hold it, Dyer, all of you.

You, too, Rafe. Let 'em drop or he gets it.

You, too, Dyer.

I said let it drop.

[ clicks ]

[ men laughing ]

Were you looking for these?

You didn't think I'd leave a loaded gun

lying around, did you?

How did you know it was there?

Miss, making sure of things like that

is part of my business.

Now...

like I was saying,

there ought to be one more shot left in this.

We'll find out.

Now you watch who you talk sideways to after this, son.

All right, let's settle down. We got to get out of here.

Rafe, take a look at the road, make sure it's clear.

Right.

What's the matter, Harper?

You mad because you couldn't get to be a hero?

You ought to be glad you're still alive.

We'll meet again someday, Dyer.

When we do, my gun will be loaded.

You know something?

There's an awful lot of trouble in this world.

A man's share of it is sure to catch up with him.

Nobody ought to go out looking for it.

[ door opens ]

You see anything?

Yeah, behind the trees, across the road,

the whole posse.

Did you flash that sheriff some kind of signal?

You're trapped, Dyer, like a bunch of field rats.

You stick your nose out that door

and the posse is gonna shoot it off.

Trouble with you, boy, you got no imagination.

And the trouble with that posse is,

they won't shoot at women.

Come on, Ma. Come on.

You leave her alone!

Get out of here! All right, Harper.

Come on.

Outside.

[ gunshots ]

[ glass shatters ]

Matt, it's no use. It's so dark out there.

They probably don't even recognize the women.

One thing's sure, anybody goes out

on that porch is gonna get shot full of holes.

We could fix this so

they'll recognize them women, all right.

That still doesn't get us out to the barn.

There's no point in that.

If these lawmen are even half smart,

there won't be a horse left inside the barn.

Yeah, they could have some men staked out in there, too.

Looks like you're all through, Dyer.

Alby.Yeah.

Get me some rope.Right.

Dyer!

Come on out, Dyer, you haven't got a chance.

Come on out with your hands up!

We're coming out!

Hold your fire.

All right, get them out.

All right, come on.

Stand them up in the windows.

You two stay right there.

You start to move, you'll get drilled

right in the back.

Hey, they're moving in.

Get out through the kitchen. I'll cover for you.

There goes one, Davey.

Hold it!

Give me a hand with these ropes, Bud.

You all right, Ma?Of course, I am.

Just get me out of this.

Get her out.

Well, I must be getting old,

backing into a set-up like this.

You'll have plenty of time to age

when I get you behind bars, Dyer.

And in case you get any ideas, my gun is loaded.

Now let your gun belt drop, easy.

I suppose there isn't anything I can say

to make you change-- change your mind.

About not taking you back?

Yeah.

No.

No?

Right away, no.

That's the trouble with you young bucks,

you don't reason.

No respect for your elders.

You know, when I was a young man, I--

It's gonna be awful lonesome without you around here, Jess.

Sure wish you could stay a little longer.

Thanks, Ma. I wish I could, too.

If I don't get back to Laramie soon,

Slim's gonna send the dogcatcher after me.

Hmm, if you don't come back and see us, I'll do worse than that.

It's a deal. Where's Sue? I'd like to say goodbye to her.

Oh, I reckon she went out to the barn.

Very likely gonna try and break that stallion again.

Thanks again, Ma, for everything.

Thanks a lot, Jess. Good luck.