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This is terrific.

For me, Dennis, you see, I've written
about four hangings, but I've never

actually seen one. What's it like?

Short rope, long drop.

Short rope, long drop.

Wonderful.

That's Travis.

That's Travis.

Tell me about this man.

Name is John Blackbox.

Art Indian drifter, horse thief.

Got caught one too many times.

And you sentenced him to hang?

This may be just a story I'm looking
for. I don't believe this. I tell you,

is hard.

Writing my books in New York happened to
make it all up.

Although Twin Guns of Death did real
well, about 10 ,000 copies. Probably

it. I missed it, I'm afraid. I'll get
you a copy.

I'm not much for fiction, Mr. Steele.

Oh, well, that's okay. Let me just...
Yeah.

AD, sorry to bother you, but the
prisoner said he'd only speak with you.

Judge.

I didn't know if you'd come.

And why am I here?

I'm on a trade, Judge.

Trade? I got information.

I give it to you, you call off the
hanging.

I'll sit in the cell, but I don't want
to be at the end of no rope.

Doesn't work that way, you know that.
Judge, this is about a murder.

Three years ago, Easter here out past
Eagle Bend.

I was there.

You took part in the murder, you think
that's going to get you leniency?

No, no, you don't understand.

I was there, yeah.

But I didn't do nothing.

Information about a three -year -old
murder doesn't count so much. It was two

murders, Judge.

A woman and a boy.

How'd they die?

They burnt in a fire.

Their name was Larrabee.

J .D.? I was just about ready to take a
break.

I hear you're interested in making a
deal.

You and I witness to the Larrabee
killings?

Yeah. Who are you?

Chris.

Chris Larrabee.

The woman's name was Sarah.

She was my wife.

The boy's name was Adam.

My son.

I didn't kill him, mister. You did. I
don't know that neither.

But I was Sarah.

Tell me.

I was hired.

Me and two other cowboys. One night in
the saloon.

We was all pretty much drunk.

A man comes in, offers us $50 a piece.

I said it was to scare some folks off
the land.

We rode out, the four of us.

By the time we got to the spread, I was
sober enough, and I didn't like it.

So I told the others I'd stand guard and
watch the horses.

When I seen the flames, I got scared,
and I took off. You're lying!

No, no!

Everybody around here knew about that
fire. You're telling me nothing but

jailhouse lies to save your miserable
skin.

You're going back to jail.

No, no.

No, no. I'm telling the truth.

I've seen it happen.

The house in the porch with the
windmill.

See a corral?

I think so.

Where was it?

I don't remember. It was three years
ago. No.

No, no, no. It was past the windmill,
maybe 50 yards.

It was empty.

I could tell you more if I was standing
there.

I bet you could.

May I ask how long you guys have been
riding with Larry?

You mean with his killer outlaw gang?

Yes, yes, that's it.

I've heard Larrabee's a very formidable
man.

Formidable?

Don't tell it by half.

Whoa. Chris asked me and Josiah to ride
along because it's always good to have

backup, especially when all that lead
starts flying.

Oh.

Well, what do you do when you're not
helping Larrabee?

Look, can I listen?

Uh -huh. For what?

Daily confirmation of the hand of God
and all things.

Josiah's been fixing up that church here
in town. Really? Well, I've never seen

a man of the cloth carrying a gun
before.

Josiah can get the very Old Testament on
occasion.

That's good. That's good.

You ready?

Just about.

Chris Larrabee, right?

Jock Steele, Steele Publishing from New
York. Mr. Larrabee, I'm going to make

you a very famous man by coming along.

I am going to chronicle your search for
justice.

Larrabee's bloody revenge.

See, I'm all packed. Even brought the
camera and the developer. He's not

with us. But I have to. I'll miss the
story.

It won't stop you from writing it. Now,
wait a minute. Guys,

just hold on.

Hold on one minute. Wait a minute.

Come on, you little mucho pronto right
now.

Hold on.

Tell me about the two men you rode with
that night.

Not much to tell.

Never seen them before.

Ain't seen them since.

Big, little, fair, dark. We rode at
night, and I didn't pay him much mind.

think.

Only thing I remember is one of them had
a single silver spur in his boot.

Leastwise, he'd said it was silver.

Claimed it was his good luck charm.

What about the man who hired you?

Hard man.

Not the kind you want to stare at.

Remember this horse, though.

Maybe 16 hands high.

One of the cowboys said it looked a lot
like Robert E. Lee's horse, whatever the

hell that means.

Big gray.

Rider coming up fast. It's Buck.

You out for a ride?

Heard you were going back.

No need for you to come along.

Yes, sir, there is.

I'm the man who talked to you in the
stand down in Mexico that night.

And I keep thinking, if we just rode
back... I could have come back alone.

didn't keep me there.

Let it go.

Tara was my friend too, Chris.

And I think you know how I thought about
that boy of yours.

So if it's all the same...

I think I'll ride this one out with you.

Suit yourself.

Any chance of unlocking these here
cuffs? They get to chafing pretty bad.

I'll hang you myself.

Anybody got him?

I think.

Buck!

Nate, Josiah, watch Black Box.

Now that there's divine intervention.

Me, I was going to shoot your hand off.

Thank God you're here.

You just about got yourself killed.

Sorry I followed you, but I have to have
this story. I got a little lost, and

then I heard something.

Okay,

then.

Who is this guy?

Nobody.

Leave him.

You mind if I just shoot him?

Now, wait a minute.

You'd be riding like a daddy real soon.

Yeah.

Hey,

buddy.

I'll give you a good ride there.

Ready?

I'm going to go wait for a little bit.
Take care of your mommy, okay?

Promise? Mm -hmm.

Goodbye, Papa.

You're going to tell me exactly what
happened that night. You understand me?

From the moment you set foot on my
property to the moment you took the

my wife and son.

I told you I didn't do it. Chris!

We found something.

Came down here to rebuild the canteen.

Looks like there's been a lot of heavy
flooding down here the last few years.

Soil's all washed away.

Single spur.

It's like we found the other two fellas
Black Fox was riding with.

Those men were shot from behind, in the
back of the head.

Executed. Didn't leave anything for
Providence either.

Four guns, probably.

Forty -four.

Griff, I think our man's left -handed.

How can you tell that?

Come at me like you was gonna shoot me.

Where's the barrel?

Right in the middle?

Slightly to the right.

He was left -handed.

And when he did it, he pointed slightly
left of center.

Same place where those men were shot.

It's just a guess.

It's a good one.

Left -hander, big gray horse.

We're going up to the saloon in Eagle
Bend.

Get off the car. Thank you.

Something for you?

I'm looking for some answers.

I serve whiskey, not talk.

Better go somewhere else.

Take him with you.

I'm interested in a man.

Writes a big gray, maybe a lefty.

Hired some men out of here a while ago.

Things go on in here private.

Now, I want you out of here before
you're thrown out.

Just tell me if you know the man.

I've got it. You don't hear very well.

Stop it!

Nice trip?

One more time?

Yeah. Yeah, sure.

The man I was talking about?

I think so.

He comes around once in a while. I don't
know from where.

What's his name?

I don't know.

I swear.

Describe him.

He's about your size.

Smoked. Thin little cheroots. Had them
special gloves.

Special? How?

Whoa. One was kind of different.

Figured because his hand was crippled or
withered or something.

What else?

Not much.

Except he was real clean -like. He
always brushed his clothes, even wiped

glass out before he drank.

Taking rooms in the boarding house next
door.

This man shows up. I appreciate you
letting me know.

Stick around a while.

Service would be pretty good from here
on out.

You got Judge Travis's permission. You
keep your prisoner here.

Cells are empty.

Anything else you need, you just let me
know.

Laramie.

I didn't have no idea what was happening
that night.

It wasn't until the next morning that I
heard people died in that bar.

I'm sorry about your wife and boy.

You sing a sweet

song, John.

Damn near brought me to tears.

What the hell are you doing here?

What are you doing in there?

Trying to save my neck.

They was going to hang me.

They're stealing horses.

So you dragging Larry back here?

He's dragging me.

Look, he ain't found out nothing.

He can't get close to you.

Can't be sure about that, can we?

Then kill him.

Kill him and I'll take off.

And then we'll both get what we want.

I don't know about you, John.

I hired you to be my dog.

We go to work.

You turned into a mouse.

You were useless.

Now it seems you turned into a rat.

I love most animals, John.

I hate rats.

Bartender. I hear there was a

dust -up over at the saloon earlier.

Yeah, Chris killed the bartender.

And then he hung him up in his own room.

Not suggesting that.

The trouble seems to follow you around
like a bad cold.

Avoid it for the rest of your stay.

Send word?

I dragged the telegraph operator out of
bed.

That poor soul's supposed to be our
invitation to leave.

Not very hospitable.

Really? Good reason to stick around and
teach him some manners.

Where are you going?

Saloon.

The bitch is close enough to kill a man
in my hotel room while we sit here

eating breakfast.

It's the most important meal of the day.

This is a joke, preacher man!

Easy, partner.

Easy. Calm down, now.

Calm down.

Nobody thinks this is a joke, Chris.

Our search party is going to get bigger
real soon, and that's going to help

Chris. We're going to find him.

Great.

Morning, boys.

It's a bad time.

Mister, you're like a piece of something
a man can't scrape off the bottom of

his boot. Did you follow us?

Had no choice. You left me out there
wandering around for a day without any

food. You gonna eat that?

I'm gonna go down to the dry goods
store.

Maybe this man orders his gloves custom
made.

I'm gonna go down to that horse livery.
See if I can find Big Ray.

Mr. Jackson?

Mr. Jackson, I've heard you're a doctor
of sorts.

No, sir, I ain't no doctor.

I'm just interested in healing folks.

Interesting. May I ask you a few
questions? If you'd just please step

with me for one second.

From slave to surgeon. You know, there's
a story in your life, Mr. Jackson.

If you'd just allow me to...

What in heaven's name is that?

for the delay.

Maybe, Heather, you best get down.

Let's get after them.

Figures the tracks lead here.

Back under the rock they crawled out
from.

Welcome to purgatory, boys.

Real hellhole.

Might want to take them alive, find out
who's paying them. There were three men.

One of them was on a paint.

Howdy, boys!

Good God almighty!

Go, real, go.

Purgatory, the Mexican bandit town.
Heard about it all my life, and now I

see it.

My compatriots tell me that you're a
servant of the muse, a literary man.

Yes, I write about this.

High Adventures in the Untamed West.
Nicely. My books help very well.

And the characters who people your
books, if one were to say, figure

in the narrative, might there be some
manner of monetary remuneration given to

such a person?

Perhaps royalties and such.

Royalties, yes.

You and I really must discuss the
financial aspects of your business.

Why, I would be happy to, Mr. Van...
Standish.

There's a Standish. You wouldn't happen
to have a card, would you, Mr. Standish?

Matter of fact, I would.

Me.

Be back at the canteen in an hour.

Thank you.

Hard to tell what he's going to do. Keep
a good eye on him.

Yep, Camp Gina. That's where I'm going.

That, I believe, would be imprudent.
Huh?

The local residents have a rather marked
predisposition against people of your

geographical origins.

Uh -huh. Oh, really? Well, if I heard
right, half the wanted men in the West

in this town, men with stories to tell.
Now, it's my first visit here, and I'm

going to meet some of them.

Well, if you do, I can almost guarantee
it'll be your last visit here.

Nathan,

there's our paint.

Who you working for?

Tell me!

Who hired you? I want a name!

I'm not working for anybody.

Is that paint your horse out front?

That's mine.

You tried to kill me.

Why? It wasn't me.

You tell me, or I'll blow you all over
this fish bread.

That horse is fresh.

It ain't been rolling hard.

Not in a while, at least.

True.

I haven't been out of town in over a
week.

I've never seen a man in a coffin
before.

I've been that man.

In this town, memory's getting a little
too close to home for me.

You look a little better than he does.

Yeah.

J .D., take a look. See if there's a
hole in his left shoulder.

I'll go on.

Goop. Goop.

The one on the paint pony.

Well, one hell of a shot, man.

to the festivities?

Heard the gunshots.

Thought maybe somebody killed the little
fella.

Kill him?

Well, they're about ready to elect him
president.

Howdy, boys. Be with you in a minute.

He said that he was a writer who was
willing to pay for anyone's story as

as it was about murder and mayhem.

Of course, that appealed to the
congregation. After that, the only fight

was going to be first in line.

It's fantastic.

Better than I ever dreamed. Do you know
who that is over there that I was just

talking to?

Dan Barnes.

Uh -huh. The Dan Barnes.

Ooh.

Bloody hand Barnes.

Ooh, yeah. He told me how he got his
name. Ooh -hoo.

Story's gonna sell a million.

Congratulations.

Hey, Steel!

Come take another picture over here.

Oh. Uh -huh. Can you see this?

My photograph should be dry by now. I
took a shot with me and the boys.

Find them?

I found one.

Dead.

Every time we get close to someone, they
end up in a pine box.

Here it is. That's me.

Lovely. Thank you. How do you like that?

Nice lighting.

Thank you.

You're in the corner.

Yeah. It's me.

Notice the glove and the cheroot.

Where was it taken?

Here, about an hour ago.

The glove!

Okay.

Is that him?

Yeah, that's the man who killed your
family.

Answer him.

Yes, ma 'am. What's his name?

What is his name?

Fowler.

Cletus? Fowler.

That name mean anything to you?

Never heard of him.

Two days of looking and nothing.

Anything? A couple of ranchers recognize
Fallon's description.

Nobody's seen him, though.

What do we do now?

I need a drink.

You know, this is for the birds. We have
to do something. Come on, everything's

going to grind to a halt if Larrabee
starts wallowing around inside of a

I'm going to assume your concern is for
a man who lost his family.

Uh, yeah.

Of course.

ready to keep looking.

Sheriff and some of the local boys have
agreed to help.

Where do you think he is, man?

I don't know.

After that brush in purgatory, he knows
that there's seven men gonna hunt him

down.

Yeah, he's probably long gone.

My gut tells me different.

Back when I was ranching, I had some
trouble with a mountain lion.

Kept coming down at night and killing my
stock.

So I went after him.

Tracked him for seven days up in the
mountains.

The day that I woke up, my pack horse
was dead.

Cougar had got him during the night.

See, I was tracking that cat.

All the while, he was behind me.

That's how I feel about Fowler.

Fine line between hunter and hunted.

All the more reason for us to go get him
first.

Wait.

Have a drink.

Okay. Meet back up here in three days.

I can't believe Lambie's not coming.

Let's head out.

You know you don't want to ride with us?

Get up.

You found me.

You killed my wife and son.

Why?

It seemed like a good idea at the time.

At least the money was right.

John, I'm a professional. I guarantee
the anonymity of my clients.

What I can tell you is I was hired to go
after you.

Your little family was just unlucky.

I do apologize for killing them, but I
have to admit I enjoyed it.

I'd have enjoyed killing you, too.

But you ran off.

You ran off!

I've been looking for you for three
years!

You ran off!

However, it was good enough for my
client, but now you're back, and I'm

back on the payroll.

What about Black Fox?

Black Fox?

He's a local talent.

Hard to find good help these days. I had
to eviscerate him in his cell.

Now, she's got a symbiotic relationship
going with that bottle.

Too bad.

Makes a man sloppy.

Could get him perforated.

You look like you brought an awful lot
of men to kill one drunk.

Yeah, well, I have no problem delegating
authority.

Hey, Cletus, you sure do use big words
for somebody so stupid.

tell me who hired you?

Tell me.

I

will.

It was, uh...

It was, uh... His name was... No.

One second, Todd.

Go to hell.

cruel, ironic hand of death encircled
the killer in flames as it had done to

Chris Larrabee's wife and child so many
years before.

Yet, was it the end? Or would Chris
Larrabee ride again with the hard,

men he'd come to know?

Gunmen like Buck Wilmington and Vin
Tanner, the bounty hunter with the price

his own head.

The gambler Ezra or the greenhorn J .D.

Nathan, both healer and destroyer.

and Josiah placing his faith only in God
and his gun.