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[ theme music playing ]

[ music and chatter ]

Who's next, folks?

Who wants to win a valuable prize?

Step right up.

I won again! What do I get this time?

Heh. Well, seeing as how this is the 4th of July,

how would you like a small bottle

of the most potent Egyptian perfume

this side of the pyramids?

I'll take a free throw instead.

Uh, Miss, listen.

Give someone else a chance. You're runnin' me out of business.

All right, I'll take the perfume.

Nothin' to it, folks.

Even the girls can do it, it's so easy!

Step right up, each and every one of you!

Try your luck! Take a ball,

knock the bottles off the table,

you'll win yourself a valuable prize.

Step right up, folks!

Every one of you has a chance at this!

Just take a ball, knock the bottles off the table,

and win yourself a valuable prize.

All right, who's next?

Come on.

Here we go.

Around here. Nice bull.

Get him in there.

Just get behind him, Stace.

Go on, bull.Come on.

Come on. Up!

I'm all right. Get up.

Get up! Come on, get up!

Come on!Come on, bull.

[ grunts ]

That-a-boy.

Tie him off. Whoa! Get the gate.

I'll give you a hand. It's heavy.

Yeah, you're right.

Need any help?

No, thank you, miss. We like to do it this way.

Don't we, Trampas?Oh, yeah.

He sure is a beauty.

What's his name?Sam.

Sam?

Sam. Why not Sam?

Hello, Sam.

'Cause it sounds silly.

What do you got there?

I won them. Look.

This one says "Home is where the heart is".

And this one says "Go west, young man".

I think I'll put them on opposite ends of the sofa.

Then I won a doll for my bedroom, and a little dancing man.

I smell something funny.

Yeah, so do I.

That's my Egyptian perfume.

I won that, too. Don't you like it?

Yeah. I like it fine.

Just makes my eyes water a little, that's all.

It'll come in handy if the bull gets rambunctious.

Give him a sniff of that, he'll fall right over.

Very funny.I thought so.

All right, let's get going.

Do we have to go so soon? I haven't been to the fortune teller.

I can save you the money. Let me see your hand.

Well, I see a journey with two handsome gentlemen

to a place called... Shiloh Ranch.

Right now.

All right.

All aboard!Here we go.

Up you go.

All right.

It's a lucky thing I did my shopping first

before you two hurried me out of town.

Uncle Clay sent Trampas and me to Silver Springs

to pick up $1,500 worth of prize bull,

not to see how much junk you could win at the fair.

It isn't junk.

At least what I bought isn't.

Aren't you gonna ask me what I bought?

I hadn't planned on it.

Did you, Trampas?

No, I don't like to pry.

Well, since you're both so interested, I'll show you.

That's the whole reason I talked Uncle Clay into letting me come along.

I heard from Jeanie Sims about this store in Silver Springs.

There. Won't that make a beautiful party dress?

Oh, sure will.

I thought I'd have a shirred bodice,

with some ruching around the collar,

and a little flounce on the hem of the skirt.

Doesn't that sound divine?

Took the words right out of my mouth.

Your turn to start first this time.

All right. "V".

"I".

"T".

"T".

"T"?That's right.

There's no word beginning "V-I-T-T".

I challenge.

V-I-T-T-L-E-S. Vittles.

You lose.

But that's slang. You can't use slang.

It is not. "Vittles" is a regular word.

We'll leave it up to Trampas.

What do you think? Is "vittles" a word?

What's the matter?Huh?

Uh...

it's the wrong time of the year for it,

but it sure feels like it.

Like what?

Look up there.

Something's the matter with the sun.

Sand's blowin' across it.

Nothin' down here.

That's the trouble.

You ever hear of a hell wind, Stace?

What?Hell wind.

Stars with a bunch of little sand devils

probably miles from here.

They begin to rise and spread,

and all of a sudden-- [ whistles ]

Katie, bar the door.

You think that's what we're gonna run into?

We won't run into it. It'll run into us.

Maybe we should turn back.

Not much point in that now.

We're halfway home.

Besides, if it's comin',

we can't outrun it.

It sounds exciting.

Yeah.

Real good fun.

[ wind whistling ]

How's Sam doing?

He doesn't look too happy!

Think we better hole up somewhere till this blows over?

Like where?

Look! Over there! A house!

All right. Hold on, Liz!

Hyah! Get up there! [ whistles ]

Whew!

Well, it needs a little redecorating, but...

I hope you like it, Liz.

We may be here for a while.

It shouldn't take you more than a few minutes

to tidy this up, Liz.

Matter of fact, by the time we get back,

everything should just be hunky-dory. Right, Trampas?

Right.

Where are you going?

To go take care of Sam and the horses.

We'll put Sam in the shed where we can keep an eye on him.

The horses go around back to the barn.

Right.

Back up, Sam. Back up, back up.

Come on, Sam.

Back up, back up.

Go on that side and get a hold of him.

I got him. Whoa, Sam.

Come on, Sam!

In here!

Come on, Sam.

Whoa.

Whoa, Sam.

Whew. That ought to do it.

Yeah. You can take it easy now, Sam.

You hear me?

Whew!

Hi.

Oh, you did a beautiful job, Liz.

He'll be a lucky man who marries you.

There was no broom.

Oh.

What are you eating?Cracker.

Where'd you get it?The kitchen.

It's still fresh.

I wonder who our host is.

Probably some saddle bum.

Is there anything else around here?

Six cans of beans.

Well, at least we know what we'll be having for supper.

Liz, you're the chief cook, and I'll set the table.

Don't bother with the lace tablecloth.

We'll rough it.

[ clatter ]What was that?

A slamming window.

I hope.

[ banging ]

[ strumming out of tune ]

Anybody know how to play this?

Not I.

Well, that's too bad.

Well, I'll be.

What's that?

$20 gold piece.

Must've been an awful rich drifter.

[ door opens ]

[ coughing ]

Well...ohh!

We lost our way in the windstorm,

and then we saw this house.

I'm sorry. I'm Mrs. Marcus Van Owen.

My husband's outside trying to calm down the horse.

Would you be able to lend him a hand?

Be happy to.

He's not a very young man,

and the mare is high-spirited.

Yes, ma'am.

Oh.

I'm Elizabeth Grainger.

We just found this place ourselves.

Oh, thank you.

That was my brother Stacey that went out to help.

A most gallant young man.

[ window banging ]

There goes another window slamming. I'll fix it.

Well, well.

It's been a long time.

I beg your pardon?

So, you're Mrs. Marcus Van Owen now.

Yes, I have been for some time.

And what does Mr. Marcus Van Owen do for a living?

I don't see how it concerns you,

but he's president of the bank in Silver Springs.

President? Ohh.

Well, good for you. That is comin' up in the world--yes, sir.

From the China Hat Saloon in Cheyenne

to the banker's wife in Silver Springs.

How'd you do it, Pearl?

Well, whoever you are,

I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about.

Oh, come on, Pearl.

Well, of course, you did meet a lot of men like me...

on the town on a high lonesome...

with plenty of money to spend.

Nobody to talk to.

I'm afraid none of this makes any sense to me, Mister, uh...

It made plenty of sense to me

when you took me for a month's pay with a marked deck.

[ laughs ] Well, you do have a remarkable imagination.

Now, just who am I supposed to be?

What was that name again?

The name was Pearl.

Pearl. Oh. Uh-huh.

At least, that's what you called yourself when I knew you.

I found some kerosene for when it gets dark.

I thought you were out helping Stacey.

You and your husband can have the big bedroom.

The boys can sleep out here.

I'll go fill the lamps.Thank you.

Charming girl.

Now, if you've finished your fantastic--

Whatever you say, Pearl.

The name is Angela, and I assure you, I have--

Marcus, you're hurt!

My shoulder.

Stupid mare dragged him out to the road

before I could stop him.

We'd better have a look at it.

Let's try and get your jacket off.

Easy.

Would whiskey help?You have some?

There's some in his suitcase.

It's on the porch. I'll get it.

Sorry.

Got it?

It's the big one. Put it here.

Thank you.

Thanks.

I'm afraid you dislocated your shoulder.

Oh, no. What are we gonna do?

It'll be kind of hard to find a doctor around here.

Can you put it back in place?

I saw it done once.

One of our hands fell off his horse and landed on his shoulder.

But I can't guarantee anything.

Try.

Are you sure?Go ahead.

I'll need some kind of a sling.

Oh.

Stace, brace him from the other side.

Now, start counting back from 15.

Heh. What good will that do?

Just count. You'll see.

15, 14, 13, 12--

[ pop ]Uhh!

The sling.

Put it underneath his arm.

Keep your arm in there close, like that.

All right.

Careful.

Well, I don't think you'll feel like doing the polka.

This'll help until you can find a doctor.

Thank you, Trampas.

I hope you don't mind.

We're using our second best set of Haviland tonight.

The crockery's not bad, but where'd you get the recipe

for the baked beans with sand?

Out of last month's edition of Godey's Ladies' Book.

In the section on how to cook in a hurricane.

Don't let him make fun of you. I like it.

I'm used to that.

How'd you happen to find this house, Mr. Van Owen?

It found us.

We were on our way to Pleasanton

to spend the holiday weekend with some friends--

Pleasanton?

That's on the upper north road.

That's at least 20 miles from here.

So it is.

But it's not so easy to find where you're heading

in a sandstorm.

Remember, Angela--

back there, where I thought there should be a fork in the road?

Angela?

Hmm?

Oh. I'm sorry, Marcus.

I'm afraid I wasn't listening.

Well, no matter, my dear.

I just took the wrong road.

And a good thing, too.

Or we might still be battling the elements.

You have any idea how long a wind like this can last, Mister, uh...

Oh, I'm sorry. I--

I'm afraid I didn't catch your name.

Trampas.

It's hard to say.

It could ease up in the morning,

or last for a week.

Can't tell with an easterly--

Oh!

Stacey, get some water.

There. That ought to--

[ loud thud ]

Never a dull moment.

What was that?

That's $1,500 worth of prize bull

in the shed out there.

For a ton of beef on the hoof, he scares easy.

Hope he isn't afraid of cows.

I'd better take a look.I'll go with you.

What's the matter, Sam?

He looks all right.

Oh, he was buttin' this--

Sam.

Stace. Look.

I'll be darned.

Where'd this come from?

Don't look at me.

I don't get it. Somebody must've stashed in here, huh?

Yeah.

The question is, who?

Another question is, when are they gonna come back for it?

Maybe they already have.

Van Owen?

Take a look at these coins.

They look pretty new to me--

just like they came out of a bank.

So you think Van Owen robbed his own bank?

I never said I thought that.

I just said it could be.

Like, for instance--

say he stole the money and hid it in here.

Then he and his wife tell everybody

they're goin' to Pleasanton for the weekend.

Then they come back here, pick up the money,

keep on goin'.

By the time they're missed,

and everybody starts askin' questions,

they're long gone.

You know, that just might make sense.

Well, it'd sure explain how they ended up here

when the road to Pleasanton is in the other direction.

Which brings us to the third question.

What's that?

What are we gonna do?

That's a good question.

Well, first thing--

put this back where it came from.

When this wind dies down,

I'll go into town and get the sheriff.

Until then,

we'll keep an eye on the Van Owens...

and don't let 'em get a chance to get their hands on this.

This just might turn out to be a very interesting evening.

Marcus, won't you please try to sit down and rest?

We're getting the bed ready for you now.

I'm perfectly all right.

It's you I'm worried about.

Why?

Oh, this... infernal storm.

No way for us to leave.

We don't know these men.

What would've happened if they hadn't been here?

I couldn't have set your shoulder.

No.

Oh, excuse me.

Mrs. Van Owen, could you give me a hand?

Go on, go on. I'm all right.

Come on.

The latch isn't holding.

Elizabeth, I hope you'll forgive my husband's testiness,

but he's in quite a lot of pain.

Of course, that's a man for you.

They're stubborn enough when they're well,

but they don't take kindly to being uncomfortable at all.

I know.

Stacey ran a big sliver under his thumbnail last week.

You could hear him hollering clear to Texas.

Trampas doesn't strike me as being that kind of man.

Oh, no. Trampas isn't like that.

He's kind of wonderful.

There. That's better than nothing.

Well, where are you going to sleep?

There's another bedroom.

Good night.Good night.

Whew!

Well, we've got a quiet bull for the time being.

Sounded as though he were trying to knock the whole place down.

Did he do any damage?

Nothin' to speak of.

I wouldn't go out there while it's blowin' so hard.

I left some important papers in my buggy.

I can get 'em for you, Mr. Van Owen.

And I thought I'd like to take a look

at this ferocious animal of yours.

He's lashed down good and tight,

and he's all bull and a yard wide.

He doesn't take kindly to strangers.

Well...

Now, Marcus, there's nothing for you to worry about.

You must try to get some sleep.

Now, come on.

If you gentlemen would excuse us.

And thank you, Elizabeth, for all your help.

Thank you.Good night.

Night.

Well, you still glad you came along, miss?

Wouldn't have missed it for the world.

Isn't she lovely?

Have you ever seen such beautiful hair?

Yes, she is a good looker.

Don't you think, Trampas?

I didn't notice.

Did you know that they've been married less than a year?

She's so devoted to him.

I think it's beautiful.

Even if he is much older.

What'd you do--go askin' for his birth certificate?

No, I haven't talked to him.

He's very quiet.

But you can tell from the way he keeps watching her

how he feels.

It's just the pain from his shoulder

that's making him so cross and nervous.

Before our cross and nervous bull starts acting up again,

I think we all should hit the hay.

Have you fixed a place for you to sleep?

The other room's fine.

Good, good.

You'd better get some rest, Liz, while you can.

It's gonna be a long night.

What about the two of you?

Oh, we'll be out here someplace.

Night, Liz.

Sure has taken a liking to the Van Owens, huh?

Yeah.

[ door opens ]

I just had to take another peak.

Have you ever seen anything more divine?

Only now I can't get it wrapped back up properly.

And that bedroom is so dirty.

Isn't he cute?

He does a jig.

Well, at least he's supposed to.

Must've gotten broken in the storm.

You know, I'm not in the least bit sleepy.

We are.We are.

You trying to get rid of me?

Good night.

Night, Liz.Night.

Whew.

You're not gonna tell her about the gold, huh?

Your sister's a great girl, Stace,

but before you know it, she'd be having another heart-to-heart talk

with her dear friend Mrs. Van Owen...

who just might decide to have a heart-to-heart talk

with her husband.

Yeah.

You notice how curious he was about the bull?

Yeah.

One of us better keep guard in case he gets restless.

Who? Mr. Van Owen or Sam?

Van Owen.

He might just decide to get the gold and check out of here.

He won't get very far.

He wouldn't have to be in any hurry if he killed us first.

You've got a point there.

Call it.

Heads.Tails.

Uh, you take the first watch.

I'll relieve you in a couple of hours.

Oh.

[ thud ]

Pleasant dreams.

Lookin' for something?

I couldn't sleep. My shoulder.

I wouldn't go outside if I were you.

It's still blowin' pretty hard.

How long do you think it'll last?

It's hard to tell.

I was trying not to disturb anyone.

You're a light sleeper.

That's right. Slightest sound, I'm wide awake.

VAN OWEN: He doesn't have that problem.

Oh, it's no problem.

I just like to know what's going on.

I was just using a figure of speech.

Oh. I woke up, and you weren't there.

I was worried.

I'm just restless. Good night.

Night.

[ clatter ]

What was that?

Sam.

Oh, fine.

I'll see what's bothering him this time.

You go back to sleep.

What a way to make a living--

nursemaid a bull that's afraid of the dark.

Yeah.

I couldn't sleep, wondering.

Are you going to tell him?

He doesn't know?No.

Shouldn't he?

Why? What would be the point?

I've never been married.

But it seems to me marriage is based on a mutual trust.

Besides, there's always the danger

you might run into somebody who knew you when.

Look, I will not speak to that unyielding back of yours.

Will you put down that silly toy and look at me?

How well did you know Pearl?

Well enough not to play card with her again.

Would it surprise you to know that I killed Pearl

and everything that went with her about three years ago--

when I became Angela?

Liz said you were married less than a year.

Well, that's right.

But for two years before I met my husband,

I had a lot of different jobs.

I scrubbed floors, washed clothes,

I was a dressmaker's apprentice

just to learn to sew a straight seam.

I even tried to teach school,

but they found me out on the third day.

Anything to get Pearl out of my system.

Did you tell all this to your husband?

Well, about Angela, yes.

Then we're back where we started.

A lot of men like myself knew the girl

that worked in the China Hat Saloon.

You can't spend the rest of your life sitting on a keg of dynamite.

I have to take that chance.

That card game we played.

You were right-- I did cheat. I know.

I'll pay you back. I've got some money in my purse.

I'll get it.Forget it.

No, I owe it to you.

So I won't tell your husband?

No, I'm not stupid enough to offer you a bribe.

I just thought it might make me feel better

to sort of square the account.

You don't believe that, do you?

It doesn't matter if I do or not.

You can go to sleep now. I won't tell your husband.

Mrs. Van Owen.

Oh, thank you, Trampas.

Thank you very much.

Mr. Simpson!

What in the world are you doing out here?

Watching a very tender love scene.

And all the time I thought I wasn't good enough for you.

I must admit, this one is younger and better looking.

Mr. Simpson!

But I thought you liked older men.

Mister, who are you?

He's Hobie Simpson-- my husband's bookkeeper.

I'm surprised you remembered my name.

You always acted like I was part of the furniture.

I don't know what all this is supposed to mean,

but I suggest you change your tone.

Oh, you do? Well, I don't think it's gonna work out that way.

You're talkin' to a lady, Mr. Simpson.

That's what I thought,

when she'd walk in with her la-di-da ways.

Sometimes she'd even smile at me.

I didn't know she was saving herself for saddle tramps.

I don't know what you thought you saw,

but you'd better shut your mouth while you still got your teeth.

What's goin' on?

It's gettin' a little crowded in here.

You can't intimidate me.

Hobie, listen to me.

Not that it's any of your business,

but I was merely thanking him

for helping my husband and me.

I seem to have missed quite a bit while I was outside.

This fella works for Mr. Van Owen,

when he's not peeking through windows.

Simpson?

What are you doing here?

Looking for you, Mr. Van Owen--

to tell you the bank has been robbed.

When?I just discovered it.

I thought you'd want to come back and take charge.

How'd you know he'd be here?

I thought you said you were on your way to Pleasanton.

That's right. I left word where we were going.

I got lost in the storm.

My horse threw me a couple of miles back.

I wandered around till I found this house.

Did you tell the sheriff?Of course.

But I thought Mr. Van Owen ought to know.

You say you just discovered it?

That's right.

I thought the banks were closed on the 4th of July.

I don't have to explain to you.

Seemed like a pretty good question to me.

I didn't have any plans for the holiday,

so I decided to get caught up on some paperwork.

It wasn't until I went by the vault

that I noticed it'd been broken open.

How much was missing?

Over $10,000 in gold.

Trampas, how about givin' me a hand with the bull, huh?

Yo.

I'd like to talk to Hobie alone, my dear.

All right. Excuse me.

I didn't want to say anything in front of strangers,

but how did you come to find this place?

I told you--I got lost, same as you did.

I might as well tell you--

I find that a very unlikely coincidence.

What do you mean by that?

I think you came here deliberately.

Why would I do that?

That's what I was going to ask you.

PEARL: Oh! Marcus!

I can't get this--

Here. I'll do it.

That's it.

Wait.

Oh, this wretched place!

I'd almost rather take our chances in the windstorm

than stay here any longer.

So would I. But I'm afraid it wouldn't work.

We just have to make the best of it.

Marcus.

Don't leave me alone. Please.

All right.

Well, if that's what he's come for,

he's still got a long ways to go.

With the amount of traffic we're gettin',

we ought to put up a sign.

"This way to the gold."

Hmm.

Well, they could've taken the wrong road.

Both the Van Owens and the bookkeeper?

I'll admit-- it's a long shot.

It's more than that.

Figure it out.

There's $10,000 worth of gold

stolen from a bank over a holiday.

It may be a whole day before somebody discovers it.

Then the president of the bank shows up

with this fishy story.

Then this other fella shows up with the same story

about how he got here.

No. I'll buy that once, but not twice.

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

Wait and see who comes for it.

I'll bet on the bookkeeper. He's the one.

Why not Van Owen?

His wife's too pretty.

It's no use, Stacey. I just can't sleep.

Where's my brother? And Trampas?

They went outside.

I'm Elizabeth Grainger.

My name's Simpson.

You get caught in the windstorm, too? Yes.

Hope you like beans. That's all there is here to eat.

Oh?

Think this wind is every gonna stop?

It better.

I thought you were asleep?

I couldn't. Anything wrong outside?

No, we were just makin' sure

Sam was tucked in nice and cozy.

I see you've met Mr. Simpson.

Yes.

Stacey, could I see you for a minute?

Sure.

If you want a place to sleep,

stake yourself out a piece of floor.

Well, what is it?

That man-- Mr. Simpson--

he's carrying a gun.

What about it? So am I.

I know, but this was different.

When I came out of my room, he looked startled,

as if he didn't want me to see it.

Maybe he's a little scared.

Although I don't think that you're...

that unattractive.

I'm serious, Stacey.

You're also edgy and a little tired.

Why don't you try to go back to sleep?

And why don't you stop treating me like a child?

Because you're behaving like one.

Next thing you know, you'll be seeing ghosts

and hearing screams in the middle of the night.

PEARL: Aaaaah!

What happened?

Lift him up a bit, please.

Oh, be careful of his shoulder.

There's some medicine in the suitcase.

I'll get a spoon.Thank you.

The shudder was open. He was trying to close it.

All of a sudden, he said he had this terrible pain in his chest.

It's happened before?

Yes, twice. That's why he carries his medicine.

Here.

Thank you, Elizabeth.

I'm sorry I frightened you.

Don't try and talk.

I'm all right now.

I felt faint.

Mr. Van Owen lying there on the floor.

I thought he was dead.

You all right now?

Yes.

I guess I wouldn't make a very good doctor.

That's all right. Lots of doctors

wouldn't make very good bookkeepers.

The medicine will make him sleep.

Is everything all right?

He's fine now. Thank you.

The doctor said the attacks really aren't serious,

as long as he gets his medicine quickly.

[ thud ]

Go to sleep, Sam!

Smart bull.

How about it, miss?

All right, I'll try. Good night, everyone.

Good night, Elizabeth.

Well, I'll go check out Sam once more.

You look pretty beat up.

Why don't you try and get some sleep?

I think I'd like a drink first.

The bottle's in the kitchen.

I could use one, too.

We're particular who we drink with.

I forgot this was your liquor

when I told Mr. Simpson off.

Should I go get him?No.

I was watching you when you were with your husband.

He's a very lucky man, Mrs. Van Owen.

Thank you. But, under the circumstances,

don't you think you should call me by my first name?

All right...Angela.

Heh.

It's a pretty name-- Angela.

It just fits you.

Well, thanks for the drink.

Don't thank me. It's your whiskey.

Well, then thanks for the company.

And the kind words.

I meant them.

Good night.Good night.

How's everything in the shed?

It's all secure. How's your husband, Mrs. Van Owen?

I was just going to see. Excuse me.

I guess it's my turn for watch, huh?

Um...Liz says he's got a gun.

So do I.

Trampas?

Trampas.

What's the matter?

He must've knocked the bottle over in his sleep.

I guess I shouldn't have left it so close to the bed.

Why are you staring at him like that?

I could've sworn he's just the same way as when we left him.

Are you trying to say you think I did it?

Well, answer me.

No.

Thank you. Now I can show you something.

That bottle was half empty when we left,

so I packed a full one.

You'd better put it back.

Somebody else could've gotten in here.

You mean Hobie?

I don't know.

But I sure wouldn't want to take any chances.

[ sighs ]

I'll say one thing for a trip like this--

you sure meet some interesting people.

Guess what we're having for breakfast?

How many guesses to I get?

Well, it's lettin' up a little.

Though I wouldn't want to try it yet.

Maybe later on in the day.

Mmm. What do you know?

Beans.

I thought I'd surprise you.

Hmm. I hear tell there's places

where people eat things like steak

and eggs and bread for breakfast.

I don't believe it.

Neither do I.

Who'd want to do that when they can have beans? Mmm!

Keep that up, and you'll be looking for a new cook.

Good morning.Morning.

How you feeling?

Fine. Those little attacks don't mean anything.

How's the shoulder?

Sore, but I guess that's to be expected.

You had us all worried, Mr. Van Owen.

Did I?

Chow call! Breakfast is ready!

Thank you.

That's fine.

Please.

Sit right down here.

Thank you, Mr. Grainger.

Not at all. We'd like you to recommend our place.

Oh, I'll be happy to.

Thank you.

What kind of helping is this?

You've been complaining so about the menu.

I changed my mind.

Thank you.You're welcome.

Will we be able to leave soon?

Can't tell yet.

I guess our vacation's off.

We'll have to head back to Silver Springs now.

Oh, of course.

Sure was a lucky thing for us

that you got caught in the storm, too.

We'd have been in a bad fix here all alone--

nobody to set my shoulder, no food.

STACEY: Hey, look what I found.

All the pleasures of home.

Let's get poker game up after breakfast, huh, Trampas?

I'm afraid I don't know how to play.

Oh, it's easy.

A smart girl like you--

you can learn in no time.

You'll probably be dealing off the bottom of the deck

before the day's over.

[ laughs ]

[ clatter ]

Oh. Old reliable.

Can't have gone very far!

We won't be able to see very far, either!

Get a rope!

You try that side.

Here, bull!

Sam!

Here, Sam!

Come on, bull!

Sam! Sam?

Here, Sam!

Here, bull!

Sam!

Stacey!

Hey, Stacey!

MAN: Hey, cowboy!

Is this what you're lookin' for?

It sure is!

I found him over in the brush! Where do you want him?

This way!

Trampas!

STACEY: Trampas!

Hey, Stacey! Over here!

How's Sam?

Get in. Get in.

[ coughs ] Whew!

That's quite a bull you got there.

He'd better be, for all the trouble he's caused.

My name's Trampas.Cal Dorsey.

I want to thank you for finding him.

We would've been out there for a long time.

He walked right across my path.

I knew there weren't any ranchers out here,

so he had to be on the loose.

A bull like that generally belongs to somebody.

[ door opens ]

Howdy. Stacey Grainger. Much obliged.

Cal Dorsey.

You get lost in the windstorm, too?

No, I was headin' here.

I use the house when I'm in the area.

I figure I got squatter's rights by now.

You keepin' any supplies in that house in there?

Yeah, I left some last time I was here.

Well, then we owe you for some cans of beans.

That's what they're for.

Come on. Let's put .your horse away

And we'll go back into your house.

They're probably wondering what's happened to us by now.

I'll be glad to get Sam back to Shiloh.

Yeah. Me, too.

[ sighs ]

Oh! When we get home,

I'm going to take the longest bath in history.

Hmm!

[ clatter ]

I thought that last kick was gonna knock the house down.

Hope he doesn't behave that way at Shiloh.

Come on in.

Whew!

Come here.

I'd like you to meet our host.

Mrs. Grainger, this here's Simpson.

Cal Dorsey.

Howdy.Hello.

What do you mean, our host?

Do you own this place?

Not exactly. I just use it from time to time.

Who does own it? Do you know?

The story I heard was, the man and wife who built this house

got murdered in their bed one night.

It happened seven, eight years ago.

Nobody's lived in it since.

I'm glad I didn't know that last night.

Oh. Mr. and Mrs. Van Owen,

this is Cal Dorsey. He's been here before.

How do you do?Howdy.

You live around here?

I don't rightly live around anywhere.

I just come and go.

Work a little, loaf a little.

That's a good kind of job to have.

You wouldn't want a steady one, would you?

Workin' at Shiloh Ranch?

I don't like that word--"steady".

Makes me nervous just to think about it.

But thanks just the same.

Is the wind letting up?

I've simply got to get back to Silver Springs.

It might be, just a little.

But you couldn't travel yet.

There's not much you could do about it anyway.

Besides, catchin' bank robbers is the sheriff's job.

Robbers?

Yeah, $10,000 worth of gold was stolen

from Mr. Van Owen's bank.

[ whistles ] That's what people get

for savin' their money.

No offense.

Just that I could never hold onto any money

long enough to get it to a bank.

I'll finish packing. We want to be ready to leave

the minute the wind lets up.

Is this your guitar?

Yep. Now you know my secret.

Play something.

Oh, I never could get up the nerve

to play in front of anybody.

That's why I leave it out here.

Even the coyotes don't like my voice.

I'll bet you're just being modest.

Nobody's ever accused me of that before.

Please.

Well, you can't say I didn't warn you.

[ tuning strings ]

Now, this don't really make much difference.

It just makes it look like I know what I'm doing.

[ tuning ]

♪♪

♪ Alberta

♪ Let your hair

♪ Hang down

♪ Alberta

♪ Let your hair

♪ Hang down

♪ I'll give you more money

♪ Than your apron can hold

♪ If you'll just let your hair ♪

♪ Hang down

♪ Gal, where you been

♪ So long?

♪ Gal, where you been

♪ So long?

[ singing continues ]

♪ Gal, where you been

♪ So long?

♪ Alberta

♪ Let your hair

♪ Hang down

♪ Alberta

♪ Let your hair

♪ Hang down

♪ I'll give you more money

♪ Than your apron can hold

♪ If you'll just let your hair ♪

♪ Hang down

That was lovely.

Good!

Play something else.

You don't want to hear anymore.

Yeah, go on. Play another one.Please?

Well...if you insist.

♪♪

♪ Railroad Bill, Railroad Bill ♪

♪ It never worked out, it never will ♪

♪ I'm going to ride

♪ Ride, Railroad Bill

♪ Railroad Bill, he's a mighty mean man ♪

♪ Now, he took the wheel from the driver's hand ♪

♪ I'm going to ride

♪ Ride, Railroad Bill

[ snorting ]

♪ Railroad Bill, Railroad Bill ♪

♪ It never worked out, it never will ♪

♪ I'm going to ride

♪ Ride, Railroad Bill

♪ Railroad Bill, he took my wife ♪

♪ And he said if I didn't like it ♪

♪ He would have to take my life ♪

♪ I'm going to ride

♪ Ride, Railroad Bill

[ snorting ]

♪ Railroad Bill, Railroad Bill ♪

♪ It never worked out, it never will ♪

♪ I'm going to ride

♪ Ride, Railroad Bill

SIMPSON: Aaaah!

There, that does it.

Yeah. It's hard to believe.

He'd been with the bank since the day it opened.

Wasn't anybody more conscientious.

He'd be so much as a penny off on his accounts,

he wouldn't leave that night

until he'd found the error.

I wonder why, after all those years--

I guess we'll never know.

We sure had him pegged.

It seems to have died down.

Well, we'd better get going.

I wonder if I might ask one more favor of you good people.

Sure. What is it?

Ride back to Silver Springs with us.

Even with two good arms, I'd be reluctant

to be responsible for getting all this money back to town unescorted.

Well, sure.

We're this late getting back to Shiloh.

A little bit more won't hurt us.

I'm very grateful to you.

I'd hoped to get it back the easy way.

Too bad you had to drag them into this.

I could've taken it from you

like candy from a baby.

I'll take your gun belts.

Drop them on the floor and kick them over here.

Nice and easy.

Over here... nice and easy.

You said you were gonna get it back.

Do you mean that you stole the money?

That's right, little lady.

I went to all the trouble of bringing it out here and hiding it,

so's I'd been seen in town when they found out about the robbery.

The last person in the world

they'd ever think of suspecting.

Old shiftless Cal.

Then later on, when I'd sort of disappeared,

nobody would think anything of it.

They'd just figure I sort of drifted on to somewheres else.

Right nice plan, if I do say so myself.

It's too bad that Simpson had to spoil it for you

by finding the money himself.

Yeah. It was.

Changes everything.

It's not too late to make amends.

Let me take the money back.

I'll just say whoever stole it hid it out here,

and we found it.

Nobody'll ever know. I give you my word.

So will everybody else.

That's a real good idea.

Only two things wrong with it.

You might change your mind once you got back to town.

All I want is the money back.

You didn't let me finish.

The other thing wrong with it is,

I don't intend to give that money back.

Not after I've gotten this far.

Uh, just what do you plan on doing?

Only one plan makes any real sense.

If you're thinking of tying us up

to be able to make your escape,

you ought to know that my husband has a weak heart.

In case of an attack,

he has to have his medicine immediately.

I hadn't planned on tying him up. I thought--

That'd only give me a head start.

They'd come after me sooner or later.

Sorry, lady.

Why don't you quit tryin' to scare everybody?

You're not gonna hurt the women, and you know it.

You might be a thief, but you're not that cold-blooded.

Mister, you'd be surprised

what a man came make himself do when he has to.

I'll give you another reason, then.

You won't get away with it.

I can't see who's gonna stop me.

That's because you're not very bright.

Take one more step and you're dead.

Pull that trigger and so are you.

They'll jump you before you get another shot off.

Back up.

No dice.

All right, then.

Marcus! Marcus!

My medicine-- in my suitcase.

Under the flap.I'll get it.

Don't move!

You might've had a point against one gun.

You sure don't against two.

[ gunshot ]

My dear, I'm sorry I frightened you,

but it's the only thing I could think of.

What you said about being able to jump him

before he could've got another shot off--

think it would've worked?

I don't know. Like Mr. Van Owen said,

it was the only thing I could think of.

This is one 4th of July I'll never forget.

Now, if you ever come to Silver Springs again,

please look us up.

We'll try to show you a more pleasant time.

Thank you. And you remember--

if you ever get to Medicine Bow...

Mm-hmm.

There.

Oh, let me give you a hand.

Thank you.

Here's your gold.

I don't think you'll run into any more trouble,

but Stace will ride along with you just in case.

Thanks for everything you've done, Trampas.

We ought to thank you.

If it wasn't for you and Mrs. Van Owen,

we wouldn't be here now.

Pearl really came through, didn't she?

Yeah, she sure did. I never thought--

Um... what'd you call her?

[ chuckles ]

I figured when we first got here

that she'd known you before.

Someday, if she feels like telling me about Pearl,

I'll act very surprised.

In the meantime, it's between you and me. All right?

All right.

Ready, Angela?All set.

There you go.

Good-bye, Trampas.

Good-bye.

And good luck to both of you.

You all set?

Take him home!

[ whistles ] Hyah!

See you at home!

I like Mrs. Van Owen.

She's not stuffy. She's a real lady.

She is indeed.

[ theme music playing ]