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Cut out that bay and that big sorrel. I'll handle the old woman. Yes, sir.

Curly. Check out that.

You got it.

Stay in the house.

But, Nettie, you... There are six bullets.

Save the last one for yourself, if need be.

Hand over that carbine, Nettie.

You'd best get off my property, Guy Royal. You know I can shoot.

You can't take us off.

Best you stay alive to protect your young niece.

Get her gun, Curly. Yeah.

You got the Olsen's land, the Burkhart's, and the Tackett's, but you

getting mine.

Look at this lovely,

heffa -white chair.

The awful... kind of you to make it a gift.

Gift my fanny.

That chair is the only thing I have of my mother's. It'd be doubly generous for

you to give it to me.

Casey, blow his damn head off.

Unbend that trigger finger, girlie.

I ain't after your brute shoe.

It's amazing what folks is willing to share with a friend.

Yeah!

Royal! Royal, you give me that!

Casey, give it to me. Daddy!

Daddy!

Leave the territory.

Tell anybody I was here.

I'm going to throw your niece to my men.

I'm going to burn your house down with you in it.

Who is this rancher, Guy Royal?

Guy Royal is a cattleman with more money and land than God.

What's he need with a little parcel like yours?

It's not just mine.

There's the Tacketts and the Burkharts and the Olsons.

One day they were here, the next day gone.

Guy Royal bought their land in foreclosure.

He paid next to nothing for it. If you look around his place, he probably got

gifts from them, too.

Is this your place?

Yes.

Burkhart, Tackett.

Olsen's and that farm is Cody Porter's. I guess you'll be next.

All on the line.

Must be where it's going to come when it comes.

When what comes, Mr. Larrabee?

The railroad.

Of course.

And they'll have to deal with whoever owns that land.

Hank, I'm in there.

They're having a meeting.

Oh, I can go in. I'm one of them.

I know you are.

I've seen you around.

You ride pretty good.

Thanks. Not as good as me, but not bad.

Not as good as you.

And what do you know?

You want to race?

No. No, I'm not going to race no girl.

Why not?

You scared?

Scared?

Oh, for Pete's sake.

Then race me.

Pardon me.

You got it.

I hear we got trouble.

Would you be interested in partaking in a little show of force? Show of force?

Well, that's my middle name.

Then get out to the rural.

Yeah, and stay at your ranch alone, ma 'am.

Oh, I'm putting up at the hotel for a while.

I reckon that's a good idea.

Why don't I see you over there?

Oh, Mr. Black.

Casey, come with me.

I ain't used to gentlemanly behavior.

Oh, hell, ain't no gentleman, ma 'am.

You'd think a woman of your courage deserves an escort.

It ain't courage.

It's the dander that's got up.

That girl gets on my nerves, Buck.

Hell, she ain't even hardly a girl.

J .D., if you were any blinder, you'd be running into walls.

I've lived in this territory since I was a girl. It was wilderness when my

husband and I came out here. He couldn't stand it, but he's agreed with me.

Hell, I got...

Seven notches on my old Spencer carbine.

Man or beast, you name it, and I've had to kill it.

You can do that with a Spencer carbine.

Hold

on,

boys.

What's he doing?

Is he getting a drink?

What's wrong with you?

Yahweh has answered my prayer.

Who's Yahweh?

God to you.

You been praying for getting Gertie's godda to come into town?

You

ready now?

Whatever come.

But I ain't doing nothing that's going to keep me out of town on Saturday the

14th. Why is that, Josiah? I'm just telling you.

Telling you.

And I don't aim to be killed before then, either.

Yeah!

I'm riding with him.

Hey!

Hey! Where do you think you're going?

Now this is Guy Royal's property.

Whoa. Whoa.

Sorry, Mr. Royal. It wouldn't stop.

All right.

What do you want?

I believe you got some things belonging to Nettie Wells.

Well, these small ranchers, they love me. They give me gifts.

Just before you drive them off their land, you're going to make a fine profit

when that railroad comes through, aren't you?

I'm going to tell you how it is. I believe in the 3G.

God, guns, and get the hell off my property.

That's nice.

Now I'm going to tell you how it is.

I believe your man ain't good enough to face us.

And you're just a coward that threatens old women.

So, as soon as you give us what we came for, we'll get the hell off your

property.

Sonny, I'm just an old whore -loving cowboy.

I don't want to get murdered by no...

Gunman.

Curly.

Cut out them two horses Nettie Wells gave me. Turned out she's an Indian

Please, be my guest.

I'm kind of a collector.

Well, your collecting days are over.

And stay clear of Nettie Wells if you know what's good for you.

This is my damn country, boy!

Ours, too.

You're riding into Lobo County tonight.

He backed down like a yellow dog, Vin.

What's he got, anyway? A dozen men. A dozen men, and we could have whooped him

easy.

I ain't so sure it's handled yet, J .D. What are you talking about?

There's two parcels of land in that railroad corridor that Royal doesn't

Neddy's and Cody Porter's.

Vin like Royal?

They don't walk away from the poker table just because you call them.

Burn up real good.

Hit the box.

I got her set pretty good in back, too. Yeah, yeah, that's good. Burn it.

Tell that Bob he's burning down the place.

Oh, Lord.

Anybody got a goal, boys?

Do it on him.

Help me.

Mark the spike.

My royal semi.

Told me to say he needs you.

Must want me bad. Made you ride this far.

Pay your triple your marshal wages.

Any burning? I reckon you can burn whatever you want to, but mainly there's

seven men Mr. Roy wants you to take care of.

I know about them seven men.

Yes, sir.

So you'll come?

I'll come.

As soon as I finish my business here.

I guess so's you know.

I will cook and eat the liver of any man that puts a bullet into Chris Larrabee

before I can do my job.

To

tell

you the truth, Josiah, the man who used to own this suit was a head shorter than

you.

Don't matter, ma 'am.

I'll take it.

Yes, sir.

That'll be four dollars, please.

What's the occasion?

You sparking a young lady?

No, ma 'am, I... just... like dressing up sometimes, huh?

Hello.

Well, well, Mrs. Travis.

Fancy running into you here.

Do you know what this is?

This is the mortgage to Nettie Wells' ranch.

I just bought it from the bank. Cost me $300.

When I call this loan today, you think Miss Wells can pay for it?

I'll have that land legal.

And there's nothing your hired shooters can do about it.

never drowned himself in his own sweat, Ezra.

A gentleman does not debase himself by engaging in menial labor.

Josiah, that's something I've been wondering about.

In a place like this, if a man gave himself a tailcoat and a boiled shirt,

exactly do that mean?

I'll tell you, Nathan, but if you tell anybody else, I'm going to have to break

your back.

You know I could do it, too.

Yeah, I know that.

Carried this next to my heart for half a lifetime.

She's awful pretty.

Who is she?

Emma Dubonnet.

You mean the one that's in that show that's coming to town?

Mm -hmm.

Getting Gertie's garter.

Same one I saw in San Francisco when I was young and foolish.

Introduced myself to her afterwards.

It was true love.

Saw her four times after that. I was with a chaperone.

Why didn't you marry her?

Oh, I asked her. She accepted.

I told her there'd be a short delay that I couldn't see her for two years

because I was going to pursue a course of spiritual study with a Cherokee holy

man.

I often wonder if that wasn't a mistake.

I don't get the lady wants to hear that from a suitor.

Maybe you're right.

Anyway, fate is a capricious beast.

Now I got a chance to win her again.

I'm a happy man.

I can see where you would be.

Congratulations. Thank you, brother Nate.

Nettie!

Nettie!

I just saw Guy Royal. He bought the mortgage on your ranch.

He's coming to call on the loan.

Damn him. Can he do that?

I'm afraid so.

Ma 'am, how much you owe?

A few pennies over $300.

I've never even seen that kind of money. What am I going to do?

Something wrong?

Miss Nettie, you probably don't know this, but Ezra here is a gambler.

Sure ain't a right chance.

Thank you. He's been saving his winnings because he aims to buy a saloon of his

own. What are you attempting to suggest, Mr. Tanner? I'm suggesting that you got

more than $300 tucked right there in that fancy boot.

Would you think I'm going to donate to this wizened crone? No offense, ma 'am.

Have you taken leave of your senses?

Give her the $300.

I ain't taking charity.

It won't be charity, ma 'am.

Now give her the money, Ezra. When the sanctified dead rise from their graves

receive judgment...

I'll start doling out cash.

I'll pay you back in an hour.

Really?

I'll tell you what.

I'll lend it to you at 10 % interest if you pay me back within the hour. After

that, 20 % per day.

Deal? Just get it out of your boot and give it to her. With pleasure.

Stars and garters. Look at all that money.

There you go, man.

I appreciate it.

Thank you. Oh, no, don't thank me. Thank Robin Hood over there.

You got your blood money.

Now get off my property.

I'm getting... But I'll be damned if I can figure how you come up with $300.

Now that's none of your business, is it?

Come on, boys.

Good day, sir.

What do you want?

Your money, of course.

One man gonna rob us?

Oh, this isn't a robbery.

Seeing as how much you love the ranchers, we figured you might want to

small donation to our ranch repair fund.

You know, a gift.

That's mighty generous of you, Mr. Royal. Thank you.

Smart fellows won't be laughing after today.

I'd advise you to invest some of that money into your coffins.

Thank you.

And, uh, the interest?

Still much to talk about?

Why, yes, we do, don't we? Now, you be sure and come to the show.

Oh, I will, I will.

Oh, it's got to go so bad, my teeth are floating.

What was that sound he was making?

A little joke.

Cut him down. Yep.

I've

got a message

for Chris Larrabee.

Might want to know who from.

Marshal Bob Spikes.

But they call me Top Hat Bob.

Maybe you heard of me.

You supposed to be famous?

Hell yes, I'm famous!

You just need a dead animal?

You tell Irby that from now on, any dealings with Mr. Royal come through me.

I'll tell him.

Say, Mr. Royal likes skiers.

I think he'd like your coat, mister.

And you'd like a face.

Guess you're both out of luck.

Somebody get his coat.

One more thing.

Tell Larrabee to think about the last time him and me met.

And the next time we go.

with you there.

Can't a man play a quiet game with his knife without being distracted?

You're not fooling anybody, young lady.

Except maybe J .D.

You're talking through your sock, mister.

That boy had half a brain. He would see that you were a fine example of the

gentler sex.

Now, don't you go getting any ideas.

Now, don't you know a helping hand when you see it?

Hmm?

Now, what I'm suggesting is, is that you let J .D.

in on your talents. I can rope, ride, and spit faster and farther than any

Well, those are mighty admirable qualities, ma 'am, but J .D. might not

enough to handle them. J .D. is more of a man than you'd ever... Now, you hush

now, little girl. Hush. You sit down.

Sit on down.

Let Buck talk to you for a second. I want you to consider this, okay?

Maybe you should think about combing your hair.

You got beautiful hair.

Maybe wipe off a little of that mud so we can see that pretty face.

And let that smile.

Yeah. And have you heard of something?

It's called a dress.

Even said it would cut your eye out.

Top hat, bottoms, right?

I never heard of them.

He ain't one that'd be easy to forget.

He could kill a man with his breath alone.

Chris Larrabee!

Chris Larrabee!

I'm calling you out!

Damn you, Chris Larrabee.

You've been scared of running into me since we met.

There's a couple of ladies that I'm scared of running into, but you're not

of them.

Well, here I am.

will not kill you without the satisfaction of you knowing why I'm

I got to do business.

Oh, why don't you give him a hint?

He's got other business that's apt to be with Nettie Wells.

You sure know how to pick them, Chris.

Let's get on out to Nettie's.

Hey!

Too bad you wasn't top hat Bob Spikes. That would have had me another notch in

my old Spencer.

Well, he's still alive, ma 'am.

So we best get you back to town.

You've been putting in a lot of hours worrying about me.

You got a soft spot for me?

That I do.

Was she a skinny old bitty too?

Who?

Whoever it is I remind you of.

She was skinny, but not very old.

Where's she at now?

Gone.

You sure it's Bob's bike?

That's Marshall Spice to you, sonny.

This is a mighty fine jacket, Marshall.

I wouldn't have paid you for a man with style.

You and your men comfortable in the bunkhouse?

Yes, sir.

Porter's place is gone, and tomorrow we burn out the old lady.

You're worthy of your reputation, sir.

We'll do business again.

I ain't leaving without Larry B's eye.

You take care of my business, Marshal, and you are welcome to any part of his

anatomy you choose.

Yes, sir.

entertainment delight the songbird of san francisco miss emma

Would you hit me?

Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me.

Starlight and moonbeams await.

You were sublime.

Why, hello again.

Josiah, I saw you in the third row.

Emma, when I saw you up there, all I could think about was where I walked on

Embarcadero. Do you remember?

That was fun, wasn't it?

Emma, I'm so sorry I had to leave you, but those two years of spiritual study

were the most important in my life.

Yes, well, I'm sure they were.

Missed you, too.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Don't mention it.

Emma.

Emma, the thought of you has sustained me throughout all these years of

privation and spiritual friction.

Could you... Could you ever think of marrying me again?

Oh, well, let me tell you something, Josiah.

I am taken for the evening.

Besides, I don't think you could afford me anyway, Sugar Bear.

Let's get going, Miss Dubonnet.

I am ready and willing, Mr. Roy.

like we got ourselves another lovesick calf on our hands.

You don't know nothing, Buck. Are you going to stand there and deny it?

Chris, you should have seen his face when he saw that little girl.

You think you know everything.

Bob, bye.

It was a rail splitting contest.

Back in Indiana, I could have been more than about 17 years old.

It was a friendly contest. I won.

He thought I cheated through a punch.

Turned into a brawl.

Bob Spikes, that's right.

Well, I can see how beating him might cause a fight, but that don't seem

enough to want to kill a man. No, but that's how he lost his eye.

In that brawl.

That's reason.

You know what, Chris?

If you don't ever tell Top Hat Bob that you remember him, that he... He won't

ever kill you.

Boys.

I think we should ride out the Royals tonight.

Take out Spikes before he puts the torch to Nettie's.

Yeah, I was thinking the same thing.

Leave now, we get there by nightfall.

Right.

Let's get the others.

Hey, Chris.

Yeah.

How do you know that you can take Top Hat, Bob?

You coming?

Yes sir.

Others are by the barn.

Top hat's got to be in the bunkhouse.

What we need is a diversion.

Look at an old stick of dynamite in my saddlebag.

Think you can light that off close to the bunkhouse?

Give it a try.

Just don't blow up the son of a bitch who's wearing my coat.

Oh, my.

They'll take it for long.

Divers.

Remember me yet? It was just a friendly contest.

Does that look friendly to you?

You did this to me at the real splitting contest.

Let's finish it.

Whatever you say.

Put a bullet in me. Sorry, Bob.

For the love of God, don't let me hang.

I don't want to hang.

Just put a bullet in me.

Thought he had you there for a minute. No.

What about you and me?

I never saw you before in my life.

Yes, you did.

We... We walked down the Embarcadero together and you... You fed me oysters

them little hands of yours. If I did, I do not remember.

Now, would you get...

return all the good you've stolen and give back the land to those who claim

In case you decide to shoot him, I'd appreciate the restitution of my jacket

first.

Come on, Josiah.

Oh, that belongs to the taxis.

What do you suppose the odds are you'll even find them?

Well, I know they moved up north.

I'll buy them.

I'll bet you will.

I'm sorry it didn't work out, Josiah.

Sorry what didn't work out?

Your romance with Emma Dubonnet.

That wasn't Emma Dubonnet.

This is Emma Dubonnet.

There you go.

You gonna tell me about her?

Your mom?

She raised me till I was five.

And then she got sick.

Future fever got her.

She put up a heck of a fight, though.

Sounds like a strong woman.

Yes, ma 'am, she was.

Before she died, she told me, boy, you're a tanner.

Don't you ever forget that.

Even though I was just a little feller, those words have echoed in my heart to

this day.

Rick, and I just want to live up to being a tanner.

You do, son.