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Them Farrell brothers said a quarter to three.

- I'm wondering if we're early or late. - We’re late. The bank's closed.

Won't be able to get that cashier's check today.

Well, now you worry about the unimportant stuff.

I'm wondering how long it'll take us to get across the street to that saloon.

Stop worrying about the saloon. That'll be open till midnight or later.

Yeah, but Joe, on a hot day like this they might run out of cold beer.

Hey, Mike. Josh, how you doing?

Joe. Dude, how are you? Sorry we're late.

We weren’t waiting, we just got here, but the bank's already closed.

Well, we’re not gonna let that stampede us, are we?

We got the money for the herd here.

What good's the money if we got no bank?

You want to turn it into a cashier's check, so let's go get one.

- Just like that, eh? - Why not?

Done enough business with this bank to rate a couple of favors.

This is Mike Farrell. Open up.

Sorry, the bank's closed.

I'm Mike Farrell, this is Joe Cartwright.

He wants to trade $15,000 for a cashier's check.

He's in a hurry, and so am I, so open this door.

You must be new. I've never seen you before.

Well, not exactly new, I've been here a month, but I do know you.

I wouldn't have opened the door except that Mr. Moore, our president,

- pointed you out on the street yesterday. - Good. Let's get on with it.

It's highly irregular. I'm not... I'm not sure Mr. Moore would approve.

He'll approve or I'll take my business elsewhere.

There's nothing irregular about a cash deal. The money's right here.

Well, I guess it'll be all right.

$15,120. And please make out a cashier's check to Joe Cartwright.

My tally makes your herd eight head over 1,000, Joe.

Yeah. We would have been ten over. We lost two crossing the creek.

Well, most herds are a few head short. Pleasure to pay for the extra steers.

Pleasure to take the extra money.

You got a receipt book around here somewhere?

Uh, yes, sir. I had it around here the other day.

Oh, there it is, sir.

Thank you.

Joe, the next time you're up in the Arizona territory,

you stop in and see us, you hear?

Ask anybody where the Acabo is and they'll tell you where to find it.

- All right, I'll do it. - Yeah, it's a great spread, the Acabo.

Good hunting there. Come and plan to spend a week.

I'd love to, if my pa ever gives me a week off!

Uh... Here you are, Mr. Cartwright.

- Thank you. Here's your receipt. - Thank you.

Listen, thank you very much. Sorry we kept you so late.

You don't keep much of a watch. Anybody could walk right in.

I saw you coming.

Well, everything went like we planned it.

Not quite. What happened to that cashier?

Oh.

- You hit him too hard. - I only tapped him.

I swear he had a head made of egg shells.

- Where’s the money? - Let's get something straight first.

There's a rope in this now. The price has gone up.

- I want a bigger cut. - How much?

- Down the middle. Half. - Phew!

Tell you what, you make it a third and I won't give you an argument.

And you can count out your share right here and now.

- No tricks? - I'm your friend, remember?

I found you and your wife down in Mexico, no money,

no food, holes in your boots, and wanted by the law.

I've been taking very good care of you ever since.

Sure you have, because you needed a man who knew banks.

We needed each other.

Get the money and count it out.

Jackson, how many banks have you peeled

to get money to invest in high living and racehorses that stop to graze?

- Two, three? - What’s the difference?

No difference. It's just that you're gonna ride back to get Lisa,

head right for the border again, and that's a mistake.

You're gonna wind up broke and hungry, just like you did before.

You're really better off at the ranch, and Lisa loves it there.

She'll like Mexico City much better.

This pretty green paper's gonna put us right back on top again.

Get some of those blankets on the bed and wrap him up good.

Put him on his horse and dump him in one of the canyons south of here.

What’ll we do with his horse?

Turn him loose the first Indian sign we see. They'll steal him.

I wouldn't have thought of that.

That's the difference between you and me.

Calamitous, I know.

There's so much money involved I wanted to tell you about it personally.

I've been sick, truly sick about this.

Now, look, my $15,000 was given to a teller in your bank.

Dude saw it, and so did the Farrell brothers.

I'm sure they did, but unfortunately the man who took your money

and made out that check was an imposter.

Now, this bears a genuine signature of our cashier,

if you compare it with the one on the forgery.

Yeah, they're completely different.

So, how do I get my money?

I'm deeply sorry, but we can't honor a forged check.

Wait a minute, you got a sheriff in Dry Wells. What’s he doing about this?

Trying to find the imposter, without success up until the time I left.

Well, we suffered a loss, too.

Our cashier was clubbed over the head and died later.

Well, it's my turn to say I'm sorry.

I want to keep these. I might need them. Dude, saddle the horses.

- Where are you going? - After the money.

- Well, I’m going with you. - No, you're not.

Pa left you in charge of the ranch while he's in San Francisco.

It was my job to deliver and sell those cattle. I lost the 15,000.

- I'll get it back. - How about if I go along?

- I never been to Dry Wells. - Well, now's your chance.

- We’ll back as soon as we can, brother. - Okay. Take it easy, Candy.

Well...

Mr. Moore, you might as well stick around for supper.

Well, thank you. That’s very nice.

Mrs. Jackson. Lisa.

Yes, Mr. Farrell?

- Did the mail come? - No.

But I'd like to talk to you anyway.

In the house, out of the sun, where it's cool.

I don't mind the sun.

I do.

Come by for rations, huh? Good. How's the kitchen help treating you?

- Just fine, thank you, Mr. Farrell. - You're way too formal.

Let's make it Mike and Lisa, shall we?

Pedro! Get in here!

Pedro!

Scraps! Throw 'em out!

If you ever give Señora Jackson anything like that again,

I'll slice off your ears and roast them and throw them to the dogs.

It's not his fault.

He gave me what I asked for.

You put steaks in there. Thick, juicy, tender steaks.

I want corn, I want potatoes, I want fresh bread and fresh butter.

Sí, Patrón.

And two of the best bottles of wine I've got.

Bueno.

You've gotta yell at them or they don't do anything.

Speaking of wine, what's your pleasure?

Nothing, thank you.

Lisa, it's not right for you to be living out there in that adobe shack

doing all your own work.

I let you do it because it's what your husband wanted.

It was wrong when he was here and it's worse now.

To better days.

Lisa, in this part of the world, the quality lives in the big house,

the hacienda.

Shacks are for servants.

This place is full of spare rooms.

Pick any one you want, any one.

No, Mr. Farrell, I'm afraid my husband would never approve.

Kelty! Open up the gate!

Lisa.

To what do we owe the honor of this visit?

I heard your horse. I hoped it was my husband riding in.

- Has my brother been bothering you? - He is... persistent.

I'll take care of it.

Thank you.

You made a quick trip.

Maybe even a little quicker than you expected.

$2,500.

The last of the Cartwright herd.

Was the quartermaster at Fort James satisfied?

Why shouldn't he be? There's no better beef than Cartwright beef.

There'll be none better than Farrell beef

now that we got the money to operate the way we should.

That little trick at the bank in Dry Wells really put us right back on top again.

We haven't heard the last of that.

Don't you think I know that?

All I bought was time, time to get rid of the herd.

The Cartwrights will be coming over the mountain.

In their boots, I'd do the same thing.

- When they get here, what then? - What can they prove?

We bought a herd and we paid cash for it.

We don’t know any more about what happened after that than they do.

They're not gonna believe that. We're gonna have to fight them.

All right.

- We’ll fight. We've got the men. - What do you mean we got the men?

We got three guns we can depend on. Mine, yours and Kelty's.

We’ll hire more.

There's something else on your mind. Let's have it.

Yeah.

There's something else. I know that that thing in Dry Wells

was just an excuse to get the Jacksons out of Mexico.

I've watched you work for a lot of years, Mike.

Abner Jackson didn't know it, but he was dead from the minute you saw Lisa.

You want Lisa, but she doesn't want you,

and that's the way it's going to be.

Don't you mouth off at me, boy. You're talking to the man!

I changed your pants, cleaned your messes,

wiped your nose and paid your bills ever since you were born.

Paid my bills?

You were the one that couldn't cut loose from the poker tables

till you were in so deep we had to mortgage the ranch.

- My ranch! I built it. - Our ranch.

- Pa left it to both of us. - Get outta here!

How many fights we had, Mike, huh? 100? 200?

And you won them all, except the last one.

I could have broken you over my knee, if I wanted to.

Not then, or now, and don't ever try.

Stay away from Lisa. Stay clear away or we're gonna tangle.

And that will be the second and last fight you'll lose.

Billy Blake was right in here under this table

all the time you and the Farrells was in the bank.

Old Billy was getting on. He, uh... He didn't see too good.

Didn't hear too good.

I guess that's how come somebody could hide in here

until he pulled the blinds and locked the door.

- And no suspects, huh? - No.

We didn’t even know what the man looked like till we got your telegraph.

But we tried anyway, as hard as we know how.

You see, Billy was a cousin of my wife's.

Four days before she'd let me stay in the house long enough to eat a meal.

Well, there’s nothing more to see in here.

Aside from my 15,000, did the bank lose any money?

No, the vault was locked.

You know, Mr. Cartwright, the description of that cashier you sent,

it seems to fit a man who was here for two or three days

before the bank was robbed, but he's plumb gone since.

This whole thing was well planned.

Yeah, had to. The bank was closed, the vault was locked.

That fake cashier didn't stand to make a cent unless he knew

that you and the Farrells and the money was gonna walk into this bank.

Yeah. Do you think he pulled it off alone?

I don't know. We're not gonna know until we catch him.

You gents want to walk down to the jail with me, I got some coffee.

- Sounds good. - Of course it ain't fresh, but...

I found him hid under some rocks in a canyon off Apache Flats.

Had one bullet through the heart.

It's the phony cashier.

I found this in one of his pockets, and that's all I found on him.

- Do you know her? - Nobody I ever saw.

I've seen everybody around here within two days' ride.

You want my opinion, we just slammed into the end of the box canyon.

Take him down to Doc's.

That dead man ain't gonna help us none.

Looks to me like he wasn't in this alone.

Only two other people knew that we were bringing $15,000 in that bank.

The Farrell brothers.

They did kind of open that bank easy like, didn't they?

- What do you know about them, Sheriff? - Oh, not very much.

Except that they're long gone into Arizona Territory by now,

cattle sold, the money stashed and out of my reach.

Who’s the law down there?

Well, a territorial marshal rides by the Acabo about once every six months.

Outside of that, the Farrells are pretty much about all the law there is.

- Mind if I keep this? - No.

Let's go see the Farrell brothers.

From what I hear, they got a real fort down there.

They hire a lot of border gun hands.

You'd do a sight better sticking your head in a rattler's nest.

Yeah, maybe so, but there's no other way to get to them. Come on, let's ride.

Joe, just how far is this Farrell ranch?

Oh, I figure the Acabo ought to be about another day's ride.

Acabo. You know, that's a name I've been hearing ever since I was a kid.

Acabo it's Spanish. It means "I finish."

Yeah, well, I hope it isn't our finish.

You're full of witty sayings and optimism.

That's what I like about you, Dude.

By the way, how are we gonna get in the Farrell place?

We're gonna ride up and ride in.

Oh, yeah, just like three fat little quail

flying straight into the barrels of a shotgun.

Straightforward, that's you, Joe. Not me, I'm a little more, uh...

Sneaky.

"Devious" is the word I had in mind, but "sneaky" will do fine.

I read a story once about a big fort.

There were some soldiers trying to get in, so they built a big wooden horse.

And they took it up to the gate and left it.

- Yeah, it's The Trojan Horse that one. - The Trojan Horse, yeah.

You get past bays and duns and I'm lost.

The people opened the gate and dragged the horse inside.

There were men inside the horse.

When the soldiers got back, they had the gate open and the battle half won.

It occurs to me that two of us would be a lot better off

if one of us was inside the fort when the other two rode up.

Are you volunteering?

It's got to be somebody the Farrells don't know. It seems to come down to me.

Candy, you are sneaky.

If the fighting starts, it'll be you and me that's getting shot at, Joe.

And I'll be the one man who ain't shooting at you.

He thinks of everything, don't he?

How do you figure on getting inside?

I think I'll get me some boards and build me a horse.

Hey, muchacho.

- What do you want? - Uh, in.

- I want to talk to the boss. - About what?

- I'll tell the boss. - That's what you think, mister.

You don't get in here until you tell me what you want.

What’s going on out there?

Some saddle tramp wants to see the boss.

Well, boss?

All right. Open the gate. Let him in.

All right, you're in. Now, what do you want?

Work. I'm a top hand.

- You any good with that gun? - Try me. Find out.

Really comes right at you, doesn't he? I like that.

- And we can use another hand. - Can't use you, mister.

Kelty, get him out of here.

You heard the man. Move!

Hurry up. Out!

Take him, Kelty.

Tell your hired hand to get out of that gun belt without touching the gun.

Do what he says, Kelty.

This the kind of man you hire? He looks like a short measure of nothing to me.

You get out of those gun belts, I'll show you.

That won't be necessary. I guarantee, no gunplay.

He took our best hand apart without even working up a sweat. We need him!

Maybe. Where are you from?

- Different places. - What places?

Virginia City, Gold Hill, Carson,

Tonopah, Dry Wells, all over.

All right.

I want $10 more a month than he's getting.

Well, you're worth it. You're hired, friend.

Thank you, kindly.

- I'm Mrs. Lisa Jackson. - Something I can do for you?

I heard you say you were from the north, Dry Wells.

That's one of the places I stopped at, yeah.

My husband is up there on business. I wondered if you might have seen him?

Jackson?

No, I don't think I met anybody by that name.

He's dark, curly hair, hazel eyes, moustache.

Well...

Lisa, I see you've met our new hand.

- We were just talking about Dry Wells. - She was asking me about her husband.

Ma'am, I'm sorry, I didn't meet anybody by that name,

but I was just in there long enough to say howdy and goodbye.

Yes.

- Well, thanks anyway. - Goodbye.

- Pretty woman. - Yeah.

You came in from up Reno way. How long were you on the trail?

- Three, four weeks. - Moved right along, huh?

I don't stay where I don't like what I see.

No offense. I wasn't trying to pry.

It's just that outside news is scarcer around here than dancing girls.

I thought something might have happened along the way.

No, nothing. Oh, there was a bank robbery in Dry Wells.

Something different about it. I never did get the straight of that.

I guess you know there's more to your job than just guarding that gate.

Gun hand pay there usually is.

Mrs. Jackson is the worrying kind.

That robbery had nothing to do with her husband.

- No point in telling her about it. - I wasn't planning to.

Good.

She lives in an adobe out back.

She asked me to see nobody bothers her while her husband's gone.

If I'm not around, that's part of your job.

Keep everybody away from there, including my brother.

Well, that might not sit too good, a hired hand chasing the boss.

The boss? I hired you. I didn't say anything about chasing.

You just walk up and stand there till he leaves.

Kelty!

Over here.

If Mike wants to know why you're there just tell him to ask me.

All right. Will do.

Take over here. Candy's going to get something to eat.

- That's what I was gonna do. - You've already hit the kitchen twice!

This time, Candy eats first.

Digging right in, ain't you? Making yourself a home?

I'm doing what I'm told, just like you.

Yeah, well, I'll tell you something, you're shining up to the wrong fella.

Josh is just a pup. Mike runs this spread.

And something else, you and me, we ain't through yet. We got one to go.

Well, you try it. You might get yourself a raise.

When I'm ready. And you may as well give that saddle of yours away,

'cause you sure ain't gonna be needing it.

Nice evening, Lisa.

It's pleasant out here, isn't it?

- Yes, it is, Mr. Farrell. - Still Mr. Farrell, huh?

Lisa, I don't want to hurt you, but I've got to tell you the truth.

I don't think you're ever gonna see your husband again.

On that ride up north, why, he talked about California and a fresh start.

I didn't mention it before because...

Well, I just couldn't find the right words.

But, Lisa, he's not coming back. He just... just rode on west.

- I don't believe you. - Wait.

I know how hard it is to accept because of the way you feel about him.

But it's true!

I even lied about the mail for the same reason.

The mail from the north comes twice a week, not every two weeks, like I said.

I've had four letters from Dry Wells since we got back.

- Goodnight, Mr. Farrell. - Wait, Lisa. There's something else.

You don't have to worry,

because I'm gonna see to it that you don't want for anything ever.

Not for the rest of your life. And I'll be proud to do it, Lisa.

I don't want anything from you, Mr. Farrell.

All right. I spoke too soon.

Think about it, Lisa.

I'd break my back to make you happy.

Mrs. Jackson?

- Fresh water. - Who told you to fetch anything?

I asked him to, Mr. Farrell.

- Thank you very much, Candy. - Mm-hm.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

You take a lot on yourself, boy.

- After this... - After this...

Candy will do Lisa's chores.

She likes it better that way. And so do I.

- Goodnight. - Goodnight.

I guess we're getting close.

As I gotta tramp in there all dusty and sweating,

I guess it's time old Bonebag and me did our little trick.

Whoa, son.

This rock don't have to be big enough to hurt him. Come on, son.

Just so he knows it's there.

There, now, look at that. Convince anybody.

I trained him myself, 'cause when that weather turns nasty

there's no better excuse for toasting your feet on someone's bunkhouse stove

than a horse that comes up all cripple-like, you know what I mean?

Yeah, I know what you mean. I remember the first time you came to our ranch.

I done it again, Bonebag. I swear I'm gonna have to have my mouth sewed shut.

Another mile of dusty road and tight boots,

and I bet he's gonna make me walk every step of the way.

Dude, you can count on it.

Friend, how about opening up, let us in, huh?

Not till you tell me who you are...

and what you want.

You gonna spout questions while a couple of pilgrims die of thirst?

- Who is it? - It's Joe Cartwright.

Open the gate and let him in. Josh, look who's here.

- Joe, how are you? - Fine, Mike. You remember Dude?

Yeah, you bet. Dude, come right in.

- You got a lame horse. Glad you made it. - Barely.

Joe, this is Candy, one of my men. He'll take care of your horses for you.

- Howdy. - Candy?

- Mm-hm. - Come on, you gotta be kidding.

Nobody's got a name like Candy.

Come on in the house. I got something to cut the dust out of your throat.

- That sounds good. - Take my horse, Candy.

Yeah, Joe, the Acabo's a great little spread.

Of course, it's pistolero country down here, you know.

Border gangs strike without warning, steal everything but your bones.

That’s why there's the fences and the guards outside.

Got to be very careful in the hills, but the hunting's great.

I bragged to Cartwright about our hunting, brother Josh.

Now it looks like we've got to prove it. Gentlemen...

Here's to a strong drink, a hot bath and a soft bed.

Just what a man needs after a long ride. Joe.

Dude.

Mike, the hospitality is great, but this isn't a pleasure trip.

Oh? Well, I don't understand.

Well, that $15,000 cashier's check I got at the bank,

that's a forgery.

- It's no good. The bank won't honor it. - A forgery? But how could that be?

We both stood there and watched him make it out.

Yeah, but the man was an imposter. The real cashier was hit on the head.

- Died before he regained consciousness. - Well, I don't believe it!

Josh?

Well, if you say it's true, it's true, but I can't see how...

I didn't know that man. He said I'd been pointed out to him.

I've never seen him before. That's why he let us in the door.

I'd love to help you, Joe, but you saw and heard what I saw and heard.

- Josh, can you add anything to that? - No.

Except, that another drink might ease the pain a little.

Yeah, that's a good idea.

Joe, I don't know what to say. I thought I made a clean deal.

Bought a herd, paid cash and got a receipt.

And I bought a phony $15,000 cashier's check.

Well, you don't expect me to pay for the herd twice do you, Joe?

No, I don't expect you to pay twice.

I just thought you might be able to help me find him.

Well, I told you, I've never seen him before.

That's right. You told me, didn't you?

Well, there must be somebody in Dry Wells knows that man.

If it was me, I'd talk to every man, woman and kid in that town.

We already have. No luck.

It's gonna be two or three days before Dude's horse is ready to travel.

I hope that invitation to be your house guests still holds.

Sure. Sure it does.

Dude wants to make a swap, he can have his choice of our stock.

No, thanks. Me and old Bonebag been through a lot together. I'll keep him.

Speaking of old Bonebag, we'd better check on him.

- Thanks for the drink. See you around. - Right.

Right.

- How's the leg? - Not good.

- Did you do any good? - Just what I expected, nothing.

This woman out back waiting for her husband to come back from Dry Wells.

He's long overdue. Her picture's in that locket you're carrying.

How long do you think it'll take to heal?

I don't know. Two or three days, anyway.

Go out past the bunkhouse, circle, come in the back. I'll cover.

There's box stalls in the barn. I'll get some medicine for this leg.

Thank you, very much.

On our wedding day...

he said he'd carry this as long as he lived.

I knew he was dead.

I wouldn't believe it... but I knew.

We were very close.

Even when we had to be apart, he was with me.

Inside.

A gentle, glowing warmth, always there.

One night, I woke up...

suddenly cold and empty and alone.

There was nothing there, nothing at all.

And I knew.

Oh, he... he made mistakes.

He got into trouble

trying to get money to buy me the things he thought I wanted.

And all I ever wanted... was him.

Hi.

Mrs. Jackson's woodpile was down to nothing.

Your brother asked me to rack up enough for a week or two.

My husband was working for them.

He stole your money for them, and they killed him.

And they gotta pay for it, Mrs. Jackson, right now.

Mr. Cartwright.

- I believe I can help you. - I think you'd better stay out of it.

Don't worry about me. I'm already dead.

I died with my husband.

Hell, it took you long enough. Wait a minute.

Stay here and watch the gate till I tell you different.

You want me to do what?

I want you to open your safe so I can have a look inside.

- You think your money's in there? - Yeah.

I think you planned this whole thing right from the start.

There's money in there, but it's my money.

That doesn't mean we had anything to do with the robbery.

The cashier spilled some ink on some of that money.

I think it's in your safe.

This is the first time I've ever been called a thief.

This is De La Frontera brandy from Spain. Last bottle in the territory.

Why don't we open it up, have a drink and start all over again?

I think we ought to open the safe.

Well, if you put it that way.

Buckshot load. Go ahead and try it.

- No guts. You could have bluffed him. - It's too late for bluffing.

It is now. What are we gonna do?

The Rio Seco. By the time they find them

it'll look like a couple of fools got caught in a flash flood.

And what about me, Mr. Farrell?

Now that I know all about it, are you going to drop me off a cliff, too?

He's not going to do anything to you, Lisa. I won't let him.

You'd try, Josh.

- But you couldn't stop him. - I can stop him.

Did you try at Dry Wells?

Mr. Cartwright and I had a long talk. He told me what happened at Dry Wells.

He even brought me this.

You killed my husband.

That's right.

And I'm sorry you found out about that,

because now you're gonna have to go along with Joe and Dude.

- Oh, no, you don't. - You stay out of this.

I told you to stay away from Lisa or we'd tangle.

I told you you're talking to the man.

Hey.

I was wrong... about the last fight.

Both Mike and me lost.

Safe combination...

is written on the bottom...

of the desk drawer.

Compliments of the house.

It's your money, sure enough.

Yeah, $15,000 of it.

Give the rest of it to the sheriff in Dry Wells, along with Candy's friend.

He can turn it over to the US Marshal.

When you are ready, señores.

- The horses wait. - Right away, amigo.

- You know something? - What?

I wish I'd never seen this money.

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