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Which way to Red Creek? About three miles down that road.

You recommend a good place to stay?

Get off.

- Evenin'. - Evening.

Spare some of that coffee?

Horse stepped in a gopher hole.

- Too bad. - How about a trade?

No.

How's that again?

No.

Hold it!

Throw that over there.

Right above the fire.

Now get up. Get up!

Now you boys sit down, right there.

Right there.

Thanks for helping me before.

They were after your money.

What does it take to get you into action?

They were after my horse.

What happened to the men who robbed you?

That stranger left me to turn 'em over to the town marshal in Red Creek.

I'd liked to have killed him at first.

Afterwards, I got to thinkin' about it.

When it was someone else's trouble, he stayed out of it.

When it was his trouble, he plowed right in.

I could see where a man riding alone could find that to be real sensible.

Well, not many folks like that.

But it's one way to keep things simple.

By the way, if you feel up to it,

there's been some talk about having a couple in the saloon tonight.

Sam Marish finally got himself engaged to Sue Willis.

Well, this might be a good time to let him know who his friends are.

Like to ride in together? Fine.

I'll stop by after I get cleaned up.

I, uh...

I appreciate your going after those men, getting the money back.

You didn't have to.

Yes, I did.

Come on! Drink up, all you Shiloh hands!

Yeah. Drink up!

Let my boys drink you under the table?

You know, Sam, with all due respect, as long as we've been drinkin' together,

I think you're the one man around here that can drink a Shiloh hand under the table.

I'll drink to that. Well, you'll drink to anything.

Hey. You.

You.

Hey, stranger.

I'm talkin' to you.

The name's Sam Marish. I'm gettin' married.

Congratulations.

Me and Sue Willis.

The prettiest girl in the territory.

The whole country.

Maybe the whole world.

Any argument?

- No argument. - How about some beer?

Thanks. I'm fine. Now you're fine.

I said drink up! Come on, Sam.

You're wastin' good beer. Come on, friend.

Yeah. He was rude to old Sam.

Downright nasty rude. No.

Well, I never did think Sam would end up popping the question,

but he finally did.

Uh, maybe I prompted him some.

Sue's a fine young lady. I don't think it took too much prompting.

Oh, thank you, Clay. By the way, Art,

if you're in the market for some good saddle stock,

we're rounding up some mighty handsome mustangs. Yeah.

Best string we've ever had, Mr. Willis. Good. I'd like to see 'em.

Barkeep, get those men glasses.

Right. And fill 'em up.

I'd like to propose a toast.

To the lucky man who's marrying the most beautiful girl in the world, Sue.

Little Sue. Let's toast to Sue.

To Sue.

Look.

I wanna give you one more chance to drink with me.

Look, friend.

All right, boys! Take it easy! Come on now!

Party's over. Everybody go home. Cool off.

What happened? What'd you say to provoke him, Sam?

I asked him to have a drink is all.

He hits like a mule. Come on. Let me help you get up.

Get him home all right? Fine, Grainger.

Come on, Sam. Let's go.

Buy you a beer? Do we have to fight about it?

Mind if I sit down?

Just one, George.

Things got awful quiet around here real fast.

Guess I can't fault you for not being thirsty.

Maybe I can't fault Sam, either, for wanting you to drink with him.

Gettin' married is pretty special.

Wake up in the morning with a woman beside you,

smell of coffee brewin'.

Are you married?

Me neither.

Thought about it long enough to get pretty scared.

- Plannin' on staying long? - Made no plans.

Nice little town. Fair amount of work for a cowhand.

- That your line? - Sometimes.

- Lookin' for a job? - Maybe.

Job still open? Yeah. It might be.

Say, aren't you the stranger that picked a fight with Sam?

Is that what they're sayin'? That's what they're sayin'.

You know, it's none of my business, but...

if it had been me, I'd have drunk with Sam.

You know, he's nice people.

Yeah, I'd have drunk with him.

But that's your business. Mine's freight.

Keep your nose clean, do your work, and you're all right with me.

My name's Shaw. What do I call you?

Garrison.

Well, uh, where'd you work before, Garrison?

Around.

Around where? Are you from this part of the country?

Thought you said that was my business.

Well, it is. It is.

But, uh, if you're gonna work for me,

I figure maybe I got a right to know who I'm hirin', huh?

I figure if all I'm doin' is heftin' around boxes, you know enough.

Well, that's your privilege.

It's my privilege to hire someone willing to be a little more friendly.

Thanks. Folks in town here... most of 'em...

Well, they like to be friendly.

Sign right here. Make your mark.

Bunk inside.

Dollar a day. Sign right here.

Sign here.

Sign here, or make your mark.

Bunks are inside.

Just "Garrison"?

Just Garrison.

Bunks inside.

Sorry.

Say, isn't that, uh... None other.

We may be shorthanded, but we don't need a troublemaker, do we?

I didn't hire him to make trouble. I hired him to punch cattle.

Let him up.

How you comin'? Almost finished.

I'll say this. He gets his job done.

I'm so hungry I could eat a horse. It's goulash. Get a plate.

Tell me how you like it. All right.

It's-It's good, Elizabeth. It's real good.

Would you like some more? Oh, yeah. Sure, Elizabeth.

Just a little.

Did you know that this is the first time I've made this?

Matter of fact, I did.

Would you like some more?

There's plenty. No, thanks.

You're new. I hope you liked it.

Well, you did like it?

No, ma'am. I didn't.

What was wrong with it?

I couldn't say.

It just wasn't good. Is that it?

- You ate it too. - Well, of course I did.

What'd you think of it?

It was awful.

I'm... grateful to you for telling me.

It would have been just awful if nobody told me and I kept on making it that way.

What's that?

Just a face.

Can't tell if it's laughing or frowning.

Me neither.

Rough day today, Mr. Grainger.

Started by fallin' off my horse, and I...

broke my leg in three places.

I didn't mind that so much till the doctor said he'd have to cut it off.

My leg, that is.

Cut off what?

- Now, how was your day? - Oh, the usual.

Have you met the new hand?

Which new hand?

The new hand. Garrison.

I don't think so. What about him?

He's sort of strange.

You've been thinking about him all afternoon,

and that's the best you can come up with... "strange"?

Well, don't be silly.

I've hardly thought about him at all. And then only in passing.

Is that why you're stirring your coffee with your fork?

All the same, he is strange.

He's not like any of the others. Not nearly.

Strange or different?

Yes. That's it. He's different.

I wonder what made him that way.

Hard thing for people to accept...

Somebody being different.

Whoa.

Hi.

Well, hello, Art, Sue.

How are you, Mr. Grainger? Grainger.

Hi, Liz. Hi.

Nice...

horse.

I'll show you the dress I bought for your wedding.

Oh, sure you can tear yourself away?

Come on.

Isn't he the one who picked the fight with Sam?

Well, I don't know about "picking" a fight.

How come you hired him?

For one thing, we needed men. And he's a good one.

Good with his fists too.

Garrison didn't start that fight, Mr. Willis.

We've all known Sam Marish for a long time.

Have you ever known him to... pick a fight?

Oh, he may not have been looking for trouble,

but he's sure the kind that finds it.

Nice ride.

That's what I'm paid for.

Sure a sociable fella.

See what I mean?

I want to have a closer look at those horses. I'll need about a dozen of 'em.

Oh, Liz. I love it. It's beautiful.

You're gonna be the most beautiful girl there.

After the bride. Oh.

Thank you.

Sue. Hmm?

Is something wrong? No. Of course not.

Guess I'm just a little nervous.

Who wouldn't be?

It's the first time I've ever gotten married.

And the last.

I hope.

Sam's, uh, a good man.

Yes, he is. Everyone says so.

He's not what you'd call... handsome.

And I know some people think maybe he's too old for me.

Do you think that, Liz?

No.

Not if you love him.

Sue,

you do love him, don't you?

Well, of course I love him. What a perfectly ridiculous...

Sue.

Oh, Liz.

Liz, I... Oh.

I... I feel like such a baby.

That's natural.

Like you said, this is the first time.

And it's natural.

Howdy.

Hey, you're good at that. Yeah, I like workin' leather.

You seen Harper around anywhere?

No.

Is this your off time?

Something you want done?

Well, I forgot to send this bill of sale to Mr. Willis when, uh,

we delivered the horses.

- I'll run it right over. - You know, uh,

Sam Marish is, uh, Mr. Willis's foreman.

Afraid I'll pick a fight with him again?

Thanks.

Looking for someone?

Ah, just for someplace to put this bill of sale.

For the string of Shiloh horses.

You're the one that had the run-in with Sam, aren't you?

You're the first one who hasn't called it a fight.

Well, Sam's not the kind that would pick a fight with a stranger.

- He may have had a beer too many. - May have had.

Well, it was a party.

A celebration.

Well, he has reason to celebrate.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

If there's nothing else, I'd better...

There's coffee. I-I-I just made some fresh.

Thank you, but, uh, I better get back.

Oh. Of course.

Well, it was nice talking to you.

Same here.

What are you doing here?

Pa. I asked you the question.

Uh, he brought this.

Thank Grainger for me.

How long has he been here?

A few minutes. A few minutes to deliver a bill of sale?

We talked a little.

Why? Why?

Why not? Because you're about to be married.

You shouldn't be alone with any man, much less him.

You don't think that smells good, do ya?

Well, sure.

That's terrible. Terrible.

Terrible, huh?

You're not going to the dance?

One of the new fillies in the north pasture...

seems to be favoring her right foreleg.

Well, uh, I can look at it in the morning.

If it's anything serious, we'll call the vet.

Probably a split hoof. I can take care of it.

It can wait. We're not gonna be riding her tonight.

Saturday night. Wouldn't hurt to socialize a little.

It won't hurt me. It won't help the horse.

I may turn up at the dance later.

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Well, would you ladies like some punch? Love some.

Yes. Excuse us.

Isn't Sam coming? Oh, he had some work to do. Maybe later.

Is that who you're looking for? Sam?

Well, not exactly.

He came over to the ranch the other day.

He did? How do you know who I'm talking about?

Oh, Sue!

♪♪

Excuse me, David.

Sue. What?

I think I'd better take you home. Why? What's happened?

Someone's broken into your father's safe. Pa, is he hurt?

I'm afraid so. Sam has been shot too.

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Pa. Don't worry, dear.

It's nothing but a flesh wound.

How's Sam? Dressed and comfortable.

You can go in and see him if you'd like.

Is he hurt bad, Doc?

Like I said, dressed and comfortable.

Well, he'll be up in a day or so, won't he, Doc? Afraid not.

Sit here.

How's your pa?

He's all right.

Now, you rest, Sam. Don't talk.

I'm glad you're here.

Oh, that feels good.

You've got nice hands, Sue.

Don't talk.

You know, sometimes I wake up mornings,

I look at myself in the mirror...

Big, ugly bear of a man.

Oh, I think of you.

So pretty.

So pretty.

I'm a lu...

Sam?

Sam?

Oh.

Oh, Sam.

Howdy.

Got word to ride in. What for?

The sheriff's investigating Sam Marish's murder.

Here? Talkin' to everybody he can.

Especially, uh,

strangers that drifted in lately.

Oh.

I hear that fella Marish had a lot of friends. You bet.

And they all want to know who killed him.

Sam couldn't identify him.

He and Willis saw the man at a distance, mountin' up.

Couldn't recognize him.

Willis is pretty quick. So was Sam.

They never had a chance to draw.

Well, who's left?

Garrison and David.

Well, I think we can pass David.

If you think it's safe.

David, you can go. Garrison.

Sit down. I'm all right standing.

Do we have to fight about it?

Garrison, nobody in town knows much about you. Not much to know.

You had a fight with Sam.

Not much of a fight.

Well, under the circumstances, I think I'll have to know a little bit more.

Where you from? Fargo.

- You ever been in trouble? - Some. How about you?

Yeah. Some. Not lately.

And not with the law.

Two years ago, in Denver, I did six months.

I think they called it aggravated assault. What happened?

I got aggravated.

Well, that takes care of past history.

Now let's get to last Saturday night.

You weren't at the dance. That's right.

- Most everybody else was. - I wasn't there, so I wouldn't know.

Well, I'm telling ya.

Don't you like to dance? Some.

Well, why didn't you go?

There was this filly, looked like she was comin' up lame.

Thought I'd take a ride out and look at her.

On a Saturday night, with a dance in town? That's right.

I checked the horse, Mark. She had been looked after.

That doesn't say he fixed it Saturday night.

That'd be, uh, pretty hard to prove, wouldn't it?

Garrison, you ever been out to the Willis place?

Yeah. You spend any time in that house alone?

Nobody was around. The door was open.

Sue Willis said she didn't know how long you'd been in the room before she came in.

Now, what I want to know is, were you in there

long enough to find out where the safe is.

I might have been, except I wasn't looking for any safe.

I didn't ask you if you were looking for a safe. I asked if you saw one.

No. I came in, passed the time of day with Miss Willis,

turned over the bill of sale and left.

All right, Garrison. You can go.

Sounded all right to me.

Did he?

Sounded pretty closemouthed to me.

He had a fight with Sam, went out to the Willis place later on.

Doesn't prove anything. I sent him out there.

Now, all we've got is a stranger in town...

who knew the inside of that Willis place well enough...

to find the safe in the dark without disturbing anything.

A stranger in town who was not at the dance Saturday night.

Now, it may not prove anything,

but I've been all through town, I've been to the Willis place,

I've been to every ranch around here,

and if I had to tap somebody on the shoulder right now, this minute,

it'd have to be that fella that just walked out of here.

Now, you got somebody else?

No.

- May I sit down, Laura? - Of course.

- I read what you wrote. - Well, did you like it?

You have a way with words.

I can't tell you how happy I am to be writing something other than...

who is baking what for the church social...

or whose cat is having how many kittens.

You didn't say whether you liked it.

I said you have a way with words.

A way of arranging them so,

by the time you're finished reading this article,

you wonder why a court would even bother to try Garrison.

That's not fair.

You read what you wrote and then ask yourself if that's fair.

He was arrested.

He's the prime suspect.

I always thought, in this country, a man was innocent until proven guilty.

Excuse me. All right.

I'll wait. We will all wait until he is proven guilty.

But until then, I have a right to my opinion, just as you do.

I think he's guilty.

Most everybody in this town thinks he's guilty, and if I...

If I reflected that opinion in my story, I do not regret it.

Not one bit.

Afternoon, Mr. Hodges. Can I talk to you for a minute?

I was just goin' across the street to the saloon. Why don't you join me?

Fine.

Thanks, George.

The sheriff thought there was enough evidence to hold him.

Whether or not there's enough to convict him is up to a judge and a jury.

Look.

I've been here less than two months,

barely long enough to hang my shingle.

Business isn't exactly booming, I'll tell you.

Well, I'll tell you this. The man needs a lawyer.

But why me?

I'm new here. I'm just beginning to build up a small practice.

Now you want me to chuck that?

Now, do us both a favor.

Get another lawyer.

There's only one... John Shields.

And if he wasn't out of town on business and

if he could get back in time for the trial,

we'd still be taking second best.

I hear tell he's a pretty fair country lawyer.

That's not good enough when the charge is murder in the first degree.

Well?

I've got a wife and three kids.

Thanks for your time.

I admit it.

I'm surprised and I guess... disgusted is the only way to put it.

Why? Because that young lawyer turned you down?

Oh, that's the least of it. He's new here.

He's trying to make a living, and I hardly know him.

But other people. Friends. Good people in a good town.

Well, nothing's changed.

Sure, passions are running high,

but they'll simmer down.

There'll be a fair trial with a true test of guilt or innocence.

Can there be a fair trial, here,

where Sam had so many friends?

Well, yes. I think so.

If I didn't, I'd certainly do everything in my power...

to see that he was tried somewhere else.

I've wondered why you're going all out for him.

So have I. Funny, the way we met,

him running out on me.

Well, you're a man who values his privacy, his independence.

So does Garrison.

Maybe you see some of yourself in him.

Maybe that's why you haven't been able to allow...

for the possibility that he might be guilty.

I don't think he's a thief.

But a thief and a murderer... It's just not possible.

Still, Sam is dead, and somebody stole that money.

All right. Suppose just for a minute that Garrison did do it.

He wouldn't run away right off and call attention to himself.

He'd hide the money and wait.

The question is where?

Where would he...

Something wrong?

No.

I think I'll turn in. It's getting late. Good night.

Night.

Found it, huh?

He spends a lot of time in here, fixing harness and such.

- A lot of time... alone. - Which doesn't prove anything.

Well, that'll be up to a judge and jury to decide.

You were intending to turn that over to the sheriff, weren't you?

Mark.

How's Garrison? Well, he doesn't like being in jail.

Do you want to see him? Yes.

Laura's in there with him now, interviewing him.

Laura? Well, he said he didn't mind.

Said he had nothing to hide.

She's out to hang him, Mark.

Oh, no, she's not. She just...

She writes the facts as she sees them.

Facts? Like her column today?

"The suspect has a trigger temper.

Anyone who witnessed the brutal attack on

Sam Marish in the saloon the other night"...

Facts, Mark. She wasn't even in the saloon, but I was.

I've got somethin' for ya.

There's $800 in there... exactly the amount that was stolen from Willis's safe.

I found it in the tack room. I know, I know.

This makes it look real bad.

Well, can I see him?

You, uh, ready, Laura?

Yes. Uh, thank you, Mark.

Well, thank you, Mr. Garrison.

Hello.

Laura. I'm, uh,

surprised to see you in here...

with such a brutal murderer.

Holler when you want out.

You shouldn't have said that to her.

You don't know what she's been writing about you.

Oh, it's a free country. She got a right to her opinion.

Look. I got some... I guess I owe you thanks...

You were saying? You were saying. Mine'll keep.

Lawyer name of Hodges came by.

Is he gonna take your case? Well, you asked him to, didn't ya?

Yeah. Why?

Well, you need a lawyer, don't you?

It's beginning to look like it.

Well, you got one.

A good one, I think.

Look. I wish this would keep, but I may as well tell you now.

I... found Mr. Willis's money under the floorboards of the tack room.

I didn't put it there.

You were in there a lot... Alone... mending harness.

Every hand at Shiloh uses that barn.

Including me. But I'm not on trial for murder.

Well, anyway, it's good news about Mr. Hodges.

Good news, but not good enough.

- Do you need anything? - I'm all right.

Mark.

I'll be back.

I'll get it.

Hello.

Oh, I'm sorry to interrupt you. Come on in.

Sit down. Chicken's not half bad.

Thank you.

Now, what I really meant was... Cheer up. Aunt Holly will be back in a few days.

I'll have some coffee, if it's all right.

I gave Mark the money.

What money?

The, uh, fella I told you about... Hodges, the lawyer...

He's gonna defend Garrison.

While you were in town this afternoon, one of Willis's hands rode over.

Said he won't be needing the rest of the horses.

Won't be needing 'em, or won't buy 'em from us?

I'm sorry, Mr. Grainger.

I've known Willis a long time.

We've done business good for both of us.

But if all that's to be lost because you're doing the right thing,

because you're helping a man who needs help,

we'll survive without selling him horses.

We'll live without his friendship, too, if that's the price of it.

Uncle Clay,

I understand how you feel,

but I'd sure hate to lose Sue Willis as a friend.

Well, I don't see why it should have to come to that.

At least I hope not.

Say, uh, you saw David the morning he rode over there...

to deliver the horses and collect the money from Mr. Willis, didn't you?

- That's right. - Did he ride out alone?

Well, as far as I know.

I'd have sent somebody with him, but he thought he could handle the string alone.

But you don't know for a fact that he went over there alone.

What are you getting at?

Well, one of the new hands might have ridden over there with David...

and found out where that safe in Willis's study was located.

Well, that's possible, but you're clutching at straws.

Garrison needs all the help he can get.

Why don't you ask David whether or not he rode out with somebody?

I will...

As soon as he gets back from Glover's Flats.

Then, uh,

none of you went over there with David that morning, huh?

What if he went alone? Would that mean that he did...

Willis could have spotted David in the dark...

on a moonless night, blindfolded at a hundred yards.

What's the matter, Mark? Your innocent pigeon just flew the coop.

Yeah, that's right. I started half believing him myself.

I let my guard down, and he darn near busted my head open.

I'll need riders. We'll meet in front of my office at sunup.

That's the horse Garrison stole. Looks like he went lame on him.

Should have stolen a better horse.

He took his saddle off before he turned him loose. Where's Abbott?

Inside. Tell him we'd better get movin'. Mr. Willis,

when David brought those horses over to you

that morning, did he have anyone else with him?

Seems to me there was somebody with him. Who?

Well, David was in the study with me.

And this other man seemed like he just stayed in the living room.

Wait a minute. Maybe he didn't come into the

house at all and just waited outside for David.

Well, if he was in your living room, he could have looked...

right into your study and seen your safe,

couldn't he? I said I didn't pay any heed...

to who it was then, and I could care even less now...

Now that we know that Garrison is guilty.

Morning, Mark. Mornin'.

I see you got his horse. Yeah.

And judgin' from where they picked it up,

I figure he's gotta be up in the hills somewhere around Crystal Springs.

Mark, let me go in after him.

Alone? I can bring him down, bring him in.

He's armed. Took a rifle when he busted out of here.

All the more reason not to risk running a bunch of men into an ambush.

Yeah, and he could shoot you just as easy as a rabbit.

Look. One man goes in, alone, just to talk to him.

He doesn't have to open fire like it was an armed posse.

Well, maybe.

Just give me a few hours. That can't hurt anything.

- All right. - Thanks, Mark.

And watch yourself. He'd have killed me to get out of here if he had to.

And he'll kill you to keep from coming back if he has to.

I'm gonna give you three hours. Then we're comin' up after both of you.

That's far enough.

You alone?

About nine riders a few miles down the road.

We start down now, we can make it by nightfall.

Just like that?

You can come down with me peacefully, or they'll come up here and get you.

Can't wait to hang me, can they?

Well, I'm not comin'.

Then I'll have to come up and get you.

Whoa.

You're gonna have to shoot me, Garrison,

or hope I choke to death from the dust you're raisin'.

I didn't think you did it, Garrison.

Now I know you're innocent, or you'd have hit me.

Had enough?

They're gonna hang me down there!

Try ya! Hang me!

And if they do, don't say I didn't warn you!

Whoa. Whoa.

Sue.

Today, inside that courtroom,

there's going to be a proceeding to arrive at truth and justice.

Be kind of nice if people could forget their personal bias and...

wait for an objective decision.

But then I guess they wouldn't be people.

So,

all the rest of the hands are off to the dance to have themselves a good time.

You decided to stay behind to doctor a sick filly.

She wasn't sick. Her hoof was all...

All right. She wasn't sick. One of her shoes didn't fit, or whatever.

You decided to stay behind.

Do you like horses better than girls, Mr. Garrison?

Your Honor.

All right. All right. And that'll be enough of that.

I beg the court's pardon.

That's all the questions I have, Your Honor.

My, uh, worthy opponent...

is trying to make something out of the fact

that you didn't attend the dance Saturday night.

Do you usually attend dances?

No. Not much good at it.

Are you good at your job?

The best.

And does your job include caring for the stock?

Yes, sir.

Did you stay behind on that Saturday night to loot Art Willis's safe?

No. Or murder Sam Marish?

No.

Have you ever committed a robbery or a murder?

- No. - And on the night in question,

you did, in fact, stay behind...

to take care of a lame filly.

Yes, sir. Just like I said.

We only have your word for that.

No, sir.

The Virginian, Mr. Grainger, half a dozen others...

all knew she was hurtin', and I re-shod her.

Well, then there are corroborating witnesses.

Yes, sir.

Your Honor, if the prosecuting attorney doesn't mind,

I would like to call some of these witnesses.

I'll so stipulate the defendant did shoe the horse,

but the question remains,

is there anyone who'll testify that he did it on that night,

at the hour Art Willis's safe was robbed...

and Sam Marish murdered?

Hmm?

That's the testimony I'd like to hear, and until I do,

I say that Garrison is guilty of robbery and murder.

I don't care if he is kind to horses.

I thought he was guilty.

I still think so.

But whatever the reasons, the jury felt the same way.

You know, writing about it and...

then hearing the judge say it...

"Hanged... by the neck...

until"...

Think it'll work? Even if David does get back,

Garrison's gonna hang Friday.

It's worth a try.

What's goin' on? I don't know.

All you new hands, seems that we've run out of extra work.

I do want to thank you for doing such a good job.

You can draw your pay from the foreman.

Now, those of you who want to,

as you leave in the morning, drop by.

We'll give you an A1 recommendation.

Hold it!

I'll take that.

Aren't you gonna count it? Counted it when we first found it.

When you first found it?

You're a little impatient, Jo-Jo. Let's go.

I never killed Sam Marish.

That's what Garrison said, and he was sentenced to hang.

Look. I did ride over with Sutton that day.

I saw the safe all right.

The thought crossed my mind.

But I didn't take the money, and I didn't kill Marish.

How did you know where the money was hidden if you didn't put it there yourself?

I saw somebody slip in here that night.

When he left, I nosed around and found the money.

Figured if somebody found it, fine.

If not, I'd pick it up when I left.

Well, who was it you saw slip in here?

I couldn't be sure. It was dark.

Mark.

You said it had to be a stranger who knew

the Willis house and knew where the safe was.

What if it wasn't a stranger at all?

I began to worry about Sue.

Twenty-six years old, and 15 miles from the nearest town... and a small town.

Meeting only drifters...

that'd come in and work two or three weeks and then move on.

But Sam had been with me a long time.

I knew him, and I liked him.

You did, too, didn't you, Sue? Yes.

He was big and rough and clumsy.

So I figured he wouldn't have the courage to ask.

So I put it to him bluntly.

I said I didn't know what Sue was waiting for.

I asked him. "Marry Sue,

and half the ranch is yours, and when I die, the whole thing."

He argued some, and then he went along with it.

But the closer it got,

it bothered him... Going at it like that, I mean.

And finally, after the doings at the saloon, he said...

he was gonna back out,

tell Sue and clear his conscience.

I didn't know what to say to Sue.

I didn't know what she would think.

Figured she would think that I was trying to

buy her a man, but that's not true, darling.

Believe me. I thought you'd think it was that way.

I started drinking, and...

things got confused in my mind.

And I saw Sam that night out in the yard,

and I went out to talk to him.

He said he was getting ready to go to the dance.

We argued.

Before I knew it, our guns were out,

and I shot him, and he creased my arm.

I knew I'd never be able to explain it.

I made up that story, and Sam said he'd go along with it.

I went to the safe and got the money and planted it at Shiloh.

Everyone knew you had hired some new hands.

Believe me, I didn't think Sam would die...

or the charge would be murder.

You'd better get dressed, Art.

Pa.

If the Virginian hadn't stood up for Garrison,

found out the truth,

would you have let them hang him?

Sure you won't change your mind?

Appreciate the offer, but...

I thought that, after all that happened, you'd stay.

I thought you'd changed.

After all that happened, I can't stay.

And I can't change.

Thank you.

It's, uh... It's a hard thing to be yourself.

Your own man, go your own way.

I hope you find what you're looking for.