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Morning, Mrs. Rest.

Morning, Elmer.

- Morning, Elmer. - Morning, Elmer.

Morning, Mr. Dodson.

Morning, John.

An anniversary.

By George, an anniversary.

You've been here 30 days, son.

Considering your reputation as a rolling stone,

I deem myself flattered.

Well, I should have known the best place

to scratch an itchy foot was back home.

Feels good, Mr. Dodson.

This calls for a celebration.

Tell you what, I'll take you to dinner

at Mason House tonight.

One way of getting a payment on their advertising bill.

Sounds good.

Morning, Jeremy.

Morning.

John...

You got a minute?

Oh, sure thing, Jeremy.

Well, you haven't had a letter from home in weeks,

this oughta cheer you up a little.

I don't know, John, I got a feeling you know

like I had before I get that letter

from the assay office yesterday.

There's just something I don't know...

Oh, now listen, hold on now.

The doctor said you shouldn't get excited.

Things will get better you'll see.

"Dearest Jeremy, I was so glad to get your letter

even though I was disappointed to hear that the mine

was not yet a proven proposition.

Dear Jeremy, I hate to write this, but...

Trouble?

Yeah, trouble.

♪ Johnny Yuma was a rebel ♪

♪ He roamed through the West ♪

♪ Did Johnny Yuma, the Rebel ♪

♪ He wandered alone ♪

♪ Johnny Yuma ♪

and my heart breaks to think that

now we'll have to wait even longer

to be together again.

"Your loving wife, Ellen."

Don't worry, Mr. Hake, it'll work out somehow...

Johnny, Mrs. Silver wants to change her ad.

Why don't you run it over and help her write it, huh?

Right away, Mr. Dodson.

Why don't you come and rest in the back room for a while?

We'll figure out something when I get back.

Where you been, Johnny?

I couldn't get away,

Mrs. Silver to fill me in on all the local gossip.

It'll run seven lines.

Seven lines?

The way she explained to me it should run 10 or 12 at least.

She always talks too much, I boiled it down for her.

Yeah, boiled down the charge too, huh?

You know, Johnny, a newspaper may have a literary soul,

but its life support is strictly monetary.

Set it up on the delivery stable ad.

Alright, I'll look on Mr. Hake first,

he just had some bad news.

I figured that.

His daughter back east,

she had an accident, both her legs broken.

Oh, no.

She needs an operation,

probably more than one, if she's ever gonna walk again.

Poor Jeremy, that gold mine of his

better start paying off.

It won't, he just got the final report back

from the assayer's office.

His claim's barren, not worth a cent.

Thus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave.

Well, let me know if I can do anything, Johnny.

When did Mr. Hake leave?

I didn't hear him go.

What's the matter?

He took my scatter gun.

I'm going out to his shack.

Where did it happen, Sam?

About a mile out, Jeremy Hake done it.

Come on inside.

Scatter gun sure don't help nobody's looks.

I could see it coming.

Driven he was, Jeremy was just plain driven.

I tell you Sheriff,

there was no mistaking him, it was Jeremy Hake.

Sure he had a bandana crossed his face, but his voice

and the way that he grabbed at his chest, you know.

Why, why did he kill the shotgun?

I don't know, Jeremy was standing out there

yelling for us to throw down the bank pouch.

We didn't even have it yet.

We're supposed to pick it up here.

He was so nervous I could see him shakin'.

What happened?

Jeremy Hake killed Charlie Slater with a shotgun.

But you knew he was sick,

why didn't you try to talk him out of it?

Well, I did.

I think I could have talked him out of the whole thing,

but well, when I started to get down off the stage,

well you know how fiesty Charlie was,

he went for his gun.

Jeremy panicked and went bluey, he let go.

Then what happened?

Well, that sort of snapped him out of it.

I swear he almost bust out crying.

He looked up at me sort of wild like

and then he just threw down that gun

and let out through the cottonwoods.

I couldn't follow on account of Charlie.

Alright, thanks Sam.

Funny thing, I feel awful bad about Charlie,

but I can't help being sorry for Jeremy too.

Gold fever, I told him to give it up, everybody did.

With his heart he should've quit six months ago

and gone back east.

To what dying?

Yours, isn't it, Johnny?

Yeah.

Oughtta be more careful who you lend it to.

He took it, I didn't know.

Going after him now?

No matter how it happened, Jeremy killed a man,

It's my job to bring him in.

Yeah, it is.

We both know that he's dying out there.

Can't last alone on the run.

Same as being hung isn't it?

If you say so, sheriff.

Won't help me none though to see it in print.

What's all this about, Johnny?

Dead or alive.

The line's been having a lot of hold ups lately,

they need an example.

He killed a man,

so that's the way the stage line wants it, Mrs. Silver.

Then let his punishment come from the good lord.

Hasn't the poor man suffered enough?

You're too nice a boy, Johnny

to be a party to anything like this.

Now you take those posters and go on.

Yes, ma'am.

1,000 dollars.

Jeremy Hake, dead or alive.

Come on.

Johnny.

Can't you do anything right, Mr. Hake?

You shouldn't have come back to town.

I need help.

Nobody can help you now.

You can.

Well, I got a few dollars, but it won't get you far.

No, I want you to turn me in.

Turn you in?

This says $1,000 reward doesn't it?

I'm no bounty hunter.

I didn't mean to kill nobody.

I want that man's family to have part of the money.

The rest is for my wife and daughter,

just enough for the doctor.

Stage line will take care Charlie's wife.

Besides, I can't turn you in.

Don't you see?

It's the only way I can give Ellen and Jeanne something.

And get yourself a noose.

I'm dying anyway, it don't make any difference how.

Then turn yourself in.

Sure, I'd turn myself in.

You think they'd give me the reward?

Sooner or later somebody will get me.

He'll take the whole thing.

Please Johnny...

My whole life's been wasted.

Don't let me die for nothing too.

Redfern's been out all night looking for Jeremy.

They're just miserable buzzards

trying to make money out of a human life.

Your father was sheriff of this town for 15 years,

died for it.

What would Ned Yuma think about this?

What about the reward?

But Jeremy was your friend,

and you wanna go out and hunt him down like an animal?

Just make sure the money's here and waiting.

Sure, grab it and run

before the folks around town find out about it.

When will you get it Sheriff?

I have to wire the main office at Tucson.

You'll get your blood money when you bring him in.

And Yuma, I'd like to see what kind of story

you write about this.

John I wanna talk to you.

News travels fast.

Particularly bad news.

I'm sorry, Mr. Dodson.

John, you haven't changed that much.

I knew you pretty well before you left Mason City,

your letters told me a lot more.

They told me you couldn't possibly do a thing like this.

Not even for 1,000 dollars?

Ma Silver's, Jeb Andrews, all the merchants

threatened to pull their advertising unless I fire you.

Figures.

I know you're hiding something John,

you wanna suffer for it.

I figure it's worth the doing,

but I'd appreciate a little ammunition.

It's all right here, Mr. Dodson,

only trouble is you can't use it any more than I can.

We'd be jumping a dead man's claim.

What's the matter with you, John?

This belongings on the front page, everybody should know.

Nobody can know, be the same as Jeremy giving himself up,

he'd never get the reward.

Be bending the law a little,

but Sheriff Cahill will understand.

Stage line wouldn't

and I rightly can't say I blame them either.

Mr. Hake...

Mr. Hake...

Johnny, over here.

I thought you'd never come.

Did you talk to the Sheriff?

Yeah, the money will be there.

He'll give it to you?

As soon as I bring you in, we better get going.

Just one last favor.

A letter to my wife.

You don't have no paper and pencil,

but maybe you could remember it, a thing like this

and set it done later?

Alright, go ahead.

Dearest Ellen, so terrible sorry to hear of accident.

Please don't worry everything come right.

My claim is paying off

and I can send you all the money you'll need.

It's truly the Lord's will

that in our darkest moment

he should grant me this good fortune.

I'll remember it.

Come on out Hake, we're taking you in.

Yuma, we don't want you, we'll let you go.

Just send out Hake.

I'm bringin' Jeremy in!

We ain't gonna argue with you Yuma!

Come out now or we'll get both of you!

The price is the same for Hake on his feet or on his back.

Hey would do we do, we can't get out?

They can't get us either.

You told the sheriff you'd bring me in

and he's got the money!

One thing at a time.

Kill me, Johnny, kill me right now

to prove you're really good!

Don't panic, don't panic!

It's the only way John!

Not for me it isn't.

Jeremy!

I tried to help you.

I know.

The reward...

We'll get it right now, come on.

I hope you're proud, Yuma, you got your pound of flesh.

Johnny?

Take it easy, breathe easy, Mr. Hake.

The money?

Sheriff Cahill gave me a bank draft.

I filled in Ellen's name,

I'll send it along with your letter.

Mr. Hake?

You don't have to worry about a hanging now.

Dodson told me everything, Johnny,

I'm sorry for what I let myself think.

I told you to understand, John, no one else will know.

The stage line...

Got what it paid for.

Here's something to remember the both of them by,

only one copy for you.

I wanted you to see your story in print.

Thanks, Mr. Dodson.

Maybe you can stay, son, in time they might forget.

No, if I stay they'll find out, it's better this way.

I'll write to you.

And, Mr. Dodson, thanks for a month of home.

Go on, get out of Mason City.

Judas.

Your dad would sure be proud of you.

Was it worth it, Yuma?

That money won't spend here.

Why don't you ride out drifter?

Hake was supposed to be your friend.

♪ Johnny Yuma was a rebel ♪

♪ He roamed through the West ♪

♪ Did Johnny Yuma, the Rebel ♪

♪ He wandered alone ♪

♪ He got fighting mad, this rebel lad ♪

♪ He packed no star as he wandered far ♪

♪ Where the only law was a hook and a draw ♪

♪ The Rebel ♪ ♪ Away ♪

♪ Johnny Yuma ♪ ♪ Away rode the Rebel ♪

♪ He searched the land, this restless lad ♪

♪ He was panther quick and leather tough ♪

♪ And he figured that he had been pushed enough ♪

♪ The Rebel ♪

♪ John Yuma ♪

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