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You're going to have to move your horse back to the others, boy.

I want him here.

Well, I don't care what you want, sonny.

The horses on this train are kept outside the wagons.

Not this one.

You know, this train's run by rules.

If you want to get along, you better live up to them.

Come on, I'll show you where to stake him out.

Touch my horse, Mr. Knopke.

You'd be fast with that for a kid, aren't you?

Don't call me no kid and get away from my horse.

I was trying to help you.

Don't try it, boy.

Brooks.

Bill, Bill, he's just a boy.

Joe, a baby's sidewinder is just as poisonous as a big one.

You get up, Buster, and behave yourself and get this horse back to that picket line.

This time, don't be too fast with that gun of yours, because the next fellow might not

be as polite as I am.

No, no, Johnny, this don't help nothing.

What are you talking about?

Get out of here and leave me alone.

Listen, maybe when you cut out of your horse, you come and eat some goulash with Joe Muharish,

hmm?

Why don't you mind your own business, Joe whatever your name is?

Get out of here.

Come on.

Come on.

Get up.

Well, making some of that goulash again, huh?

Yeah.

You can smell it all over the camp.

My wife, she was the one that made goulash.

Yeah.

And the dumplings like made of cloves.

Mine come out like Dobie.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

My horse come out like Dobie.

Say you know Mr. Moorish?

Muharish.

Muharish.

If I was to try that and never get some idea what you put it in, huh?

You're hungry, eh?

No, I have once but side meats too.

And I smell this and I come hoppin' over here too.

Yeah.

You know Mr. Worcester, maybe.

Ah, Worcester.

Ah, Charles B.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, Charles B. Worcester.

Maybe tomorrow night, eh?

I think the young Cayman boy needs it tonight.

That young bear cub?

Made sharp rocks and cactus points to hear him talk.

I had a boy his age.

Is that so?

How come you're traveling alone?

He was killed.

With his mother, they killed them both.

Yeah, I'm sorry.

Indians?

No.

Say, Mr. Muharish, I'll take you up on that goulash tomorrow night.

Thank you.

What do you want now?

You like goulash?

What's that?

Well, it's supposed to be beef, but this is venison.

Looks like slop.

Well, because if my Paulina made it, you wouldn't think so.

Don't smell too bad, I guess.

I always tell Anton.

That's my son.

Hard bread and beans is maybe all right for a starving man.

But, you know, when you're growing, you...

Try this, please.

Say, what do you want, mister?

I want you should eat goulash.

Yeah?

I'd rather eat hardtack.

Except it got kind of soggy in the rain.

I'll try some of that, I guess.

Here.

Ain't too bad.

Pretty good.

Good beef, Joe.

Yeah, you liked it, I see.

Ah, Johnny, but you should have...

You should have tried my Paulina's food.

She's your wife, huh?

Yeah.

25 years, my wife, Johnny.

I sent for her back to the old country.

At that time, before the war, I worked in a factory in Philadelphia.

Oh, my Paulina.

What happened to her?

When the war was over, I took my homestead in Nebraska.

160 acres on the Niobrara River.

I was always a farmer, Johnny, and my father, too.

But they didn't call us farmers in the old country.

No, they called us peasants.

Much difference, Johnny, between peasants and farmers.

Ah, don't make no difference.

I wouldn't be a plow pusher for nothing.

Well, it is a hard life, yes, maybe.

But it is a strong one.

And they leave you alone.

I mean, uh...

I mean, they're supposed to leave you alone.

Unless you put up fences to keep the cattle out of the crops.

They run you off, huh?

No, they didn't run me off.

They got drunk, Johnny.

So they want to make some fun with a funny old honky.

They burned me out.

But the fire isn't enough, they start shooting.

My uncle tries to stop them, and Paulina runs after him

while I'm fighting with the fire.

So they killed both of them.

Well, I ain't surprised.

It figures.

They killed my pa back in Arkansas.

The law done it.

Law or no law, somebody done it.

They killed him.

Well, evening, Mr. Maharich.

Oh, good evening, Mr. Hale.

Sit down.

Oh, thank you.

Cup of coffee?

Yes, I would, thanks.

Well, how you holding up?

I'm all right, thank you.

I thought you'd be.

Any man who busts sod for a living can handle most anything.

You about settled, Johnny?

Bill Hawk said you gave him a little trouble today.

Yeah.

I'll liable to give him a lot more, too.

You asked to join this wagon train, young fellow,

and you'd better understand this.

A wagon train's like a ship.

Everybody's an individual, but everybody has to get along

with everybody else if we're going to make it to the coast.

Be kind of a mess in here if everybody wanted to tie their horses

inside the wagon camp.

I take care of my horse, mister.

That's fine, I figure you did.

But just remember one thing.

There are reasons for the way we do things.

How far you figure on going with us?

Just far enough.

Be kind of tough without a wagon.

I'll worry about that.

Yes, yes, I was thinking the same thing.

Johnny, I got a wagon here way too big for one old man.

Maybe you'll ride with me, huh?

Yeah.

You never mind about that old man.

I got a horse and don't need anything else.

I don't need your wagon or any more of your grub, understand?

We'll be having rain.

Then we'll be having rain.

Touchy.

You have a family, Mr. Hale?

Once.

Then you should know about a boy like that one.

They want to stand alone, Mr. Hale.

He seems to be doing pretty good.

No.

I know inside he's nothing but empty.

Nobody can live on the outside, Mr. Hale.

I have tried.

No.

He must have something inside.

Well, whatever it is, he'll have to get it himself.

A young fellow like that can draw trouble or make it.

Well, I think I'll get the hay.

I'm taking orders for supplies when we get into Cottonwood in a few days.

You need anything?

Oh, no, no.

Thank you.

No, I need nothing.

Good night, Joe.

Good night, Mr. Hale.

Hey, Hale, have a drink.

No, thanks, boys.

Oh, a little drink can't hurt you.

It might hurt you if you dig in that jug anymore.

I've got a long day ahead tomorrow.

Ah, me and Claude was weaned on liquor.

Hey, Hale, you've been talking to the honky, ain't you?

He's a case.

How so?

Can't even speak English worth a dang.

And wearing them plow pusher duds.

Ask me.

He ain't right smart in the head.

And he's been stinking out the whole camp where that Chucky boils up.

If I were you, I wouldn't criticize it till you've tasted it.

You boys leave him alone.

He's got enough on his mind.

I don't reckon he's got a mind to have nothing on.

Never talks to no one.

Won't even take a drink.

Did you ever offer him one?

This morning.

Turned me flat down.

Well, doggone it, Claude.

That's downright insulting.

I reckon it is.

Come to think of it.

Give me that jug.

Can't stabilize a man turned on a friendly drink.

I'm sure it ain't.

Hey, you.

Hey, unky face.

Yeah?

Claude here tells me you turned down a drink this morning.

That he done.

I don't drink now.

Well, you better start up again then.

Here.

No, no, I don't drink, thanks.

Well, down home, mister, when a fellow offers you a friendly drink, you drink.

Sure, yeah, but we're not down home.

You mean you ain't going to take a drink?

Please, boys.

Please, I don't want no trouble.

You've been drinking, boys.

And we ain't going to drink alone.

People do bad things when they drink.

Please, please, go away now.

Please.

Oh, Claude.

It looks like he ain't going to do it of his own free will.

You reckon we better make him?

I reckon.

Leave me alone.

Don't bother me no more.

Sure, hunky face, after you take a drink.

Leave me alone.

Don't bother, I tell you.

Don't bother me.

Miss Hale.

Miss Hale.

They're picking on Mr. Mahorish back there.

Old Joe.

Stop them.

Why don't you do something?

He's doing all right.

Joe, let go of him.

You're killing him.

He's killing my brother.

He's killing my brother.

He's going to be all right, Chris.

He'll be taking his soup in for a day or two, though.

Get him back to his wagon.

Yeah.

Come on, Buster.

What got into you?

You almost killed that man.

You're talking to the wrong man, Hale.

Them two tried to treat Mahorish.

You're telling the truth?

That's right.

They was trying to get him to drink some of their rotten liquor.

Old Joe didn't feel like drinking, did you?

You're a lot stronger than you look, old man.

Hey, that's you getting mad, Johnny.

Come on, Joe.

You better come over to my wagon.

That was a pretty bad hit.

I gave you.

You could have stopped them.

Why?

I was kind of having fun watching.

What is the matter with you?

What are you so mad at all the time?

What do you want to know for?

You're not supposed to answer a question with another question.

Betty!

Betty!

Get to bed.

You heard him.

You better get on away from me.

You don't want nothing bad to rub off on you.

You didn't have to use that tone of voice.

He's a saddle tramp, a gunman.

You heard what happened between him and Bill Hawks today.

Yes.

But that doesn't prove anything.

It proves you stay away from him.

Now, come on.

How do you feel now?

All right.

Well, Joe, there's got to be a reason.

I don't know.

Those Durkin boys made me a couple of drunks,

but they didn't actually try to hurt you.

You know, I wouldn't have held it against you if you'd

have bruised them up a little bit.

You'd have killed that man if I hadn't hit you.

Was you born in this country, Mr. Hale?

Why?

Where I was born, a man had nothing to himself.

Nothing.

When the count said, come, or he said, go,

you just had to do it.

You don't know what it means, Mr. Hale, to have nothing.

Well, you couldn't even close the door where I was born,

because that door wasn't yours.

They weren't your fields where you worked.

You don't even had no life of your own,

because there was always fighting.

Napoleon and the czar and the little wars.

Well, there'd always be fighting, Joe.

Some kind of fighting is all right, maybe.

I don't know.

But not that kind, no.

So I ran away from those people, those people who

wouldn't let me alone.

But there's people who laugh at the hunky who doesn't

speak the English good.

Somebody always got to laugh.

Somebody got to push.

And they push my Pauline and my Anton out of this world.

Nobody pushes Joe Mucharich anymore, Mr. Hale.

No, nobody.

I get mad now when they push you so.

Well, that's good.

Push back.

But I think you've got to understand this, Joe.

You're running away from one kind of cruelty in Europe

and another kind in the East and the kind that killed

your family in Nebraska.

But they're not really different kinds of the same thing.

You know, the good book says, love thy neighbor.

But it doesn't always work out that way.

I think you're trying to run away from people.

You can't do that.

If you try to kill everyone who pushes you around in this

life, you won't have time for anything else.

No, no, Mr. Hale.

I don't let nobody push me no more.

You've got to learn to bounce, Joe.

I'll be very much surprised if the Durkin boys bother you anymore.

Thank you, Mr. Hale.

Good night.

Good night.

Thank you.

You all right, Joe?

Huh?

Oh, sure.

Sure, Jenny.

Well, I was thinking, the way those two showed up here.

That was nothing, Jenny.

Yeah, it was.

Especially the way they tried to rough you up.

Maybe they'll come back, huh?

Maybe.

Maybe.

Maybe.

Maybe.

Maybe.

Maybe.

Maybe.

Maybe.

Maybe they'll come back, huh?

No, Jenny, they don't come back.

Well, maybe they will.

Anyway, maybe you need somebody around here to help you with the wagon.

Maybe.

You want to come with me, Jenny?

Well, I figured it'd be a sight better than living under a saddle.

Oh, sure.

Sure.

You know, a wagon is a nice place.

It's almost like a house.

And anyhow, I need help.

You know, I get stuck sometimes.

So I need somebody strong like you.

You need somebody strong like I need a busted head.

Maybe you don't know, Jenny.

Come on.

Come on.

Betty!

Betty!

Where's that young hoodlum of yours?

You mean who, Jenny?

You know who I mean!

He's no hoodlum, Mr. Whitacre.

I know he's fooling around with my daughter.

He's out there with her now, someplace.

Fox!

Can I do something for you, Whitacre?

That kid Maharick took on. You seen him?

No, not tonight.

When he comes back, I'm gonna teach him.

What can you teach him?

That trash like him don't chase decent girls.

He's not trash, Mr. Whitacre.

He's probably not the best boy, Joe.

If I were you, Whitacre, I'd talk to that daughter of yours before I did anything rash.

I don't need any advice from you.

Maybe you ought to take some from me.

Where's my daughter, you young...

Here and now. Just be careful what you call me.

I asked you a question!

So?

Where is she?

Boy, boy.

How can a girl like Betty have a father like you?

Son, you're asking for it.

Yeah, I guess.

You reckon I picked on him, Hawks?

Put that gun away, boy.

Maybe I ought to use my fist, huh?

He ain't got but about 50 pounds and 5 inches on me.

Say, Mr. Whitacre.

I ain't seen your daughter.

Not since we stopped moving.

You saw it.

He pulled a gun on me.

Yeah, I saw it.

I think maybe you asked for it, Mr. Whitacre.

He's gonna kill someone.

It's dangerous to let him travel with us.

Well, somebody's dangerous.

It's getting so I don't know who.

Father!

Father, what happened?

Where have you been?

I told you.

I was helping Mrs. Olmstead sew some baby clothes.

Please, Mr. Hawks.

What happened?

Nothing serious, Betty.

Just a mistake.

Whitacre, you better come on and let Mr. Hale take a look at that head of yours.

He's getting to be an expert.

Did Johnny have something to do with this?

Why don't you ask him?

He's over there.

Uh, Mrs. Whitacre.

You know, sometimes trouble is like sickness, you know, like cholera.

Some people just bring it with them.

You know, they don't mean to, but it just happens.

So maybe, maybe Johnny is one of those people.

Johnny Cayman.

There you are.

You didn't have to bite me.

There you are.

You didn't have to bite my head off.

I just want to talk to you.

Ain't safe to talk to me.

Ask your pa.

My pa doesn't know everything.

Johnny.

Maybe if you didn't wear those guns all the time.

If I didn't wear these guns all the time, I wouldn't be here.

Oh, it can't be that bad.

Bad? What's bad about it?

Ain't nothing bad about being able to stand up to everybody, is there?

Including your pa.

You hit him, didn't you?

Yeah, I hit him.

And I'll probably hit him again if he messes with me.

Johnny, he's not a bad man.

And I love him.

Well, that's your business.

Some people think they can walk all over everybody.

Well, can't nobody walk on me.

Maybe you could tell him you're sorry.

Well, I ain't sorry.

But even if he won't let me talk to you?

What do you want to talk to me for anyway?

Well, I don't know why.

I ought to know better than to feel sorry for anybody as nasty tempered as you.

Well, I don't want anybody to feel sorry for me.

How about that?

Go on back to your pa.

Get out of here.

Go feel sorry for him.

You didn't eat nothing tonight, Johnny.

I ain't hungry, Joe.

Mr. Hale is sending a wagon into Cottonwood tonight for supplies, Johnny.

Uh, I got something I need.

Maybe, maybe you go with him and pick it up, huh?

I thought you had everything you needed, Joe.

Well, you know, some salt, some bacon.

You got plenty.

Well, maybe you should go anyhow.

I'll find something for you to eat.

I'm not hungry, Joe.

I'm not hungry.

I'm not hungry.

I'm not hungry.

I'm not hungry.

Maybe you should go anyhow.

Find a girl, have some fun, huh?

Yeah, I might good do that.

Good.

Here's for food.

If something's left over, you just have fun.

I got my own money, Joe.

Yes, yes, but you take this anyhow.

If you're gonna have a good time for two, it's gonna cost you for two.

You're a strange guy, Joe.

I met young ones like you, Johnny.

Didn't have much fun.

Maybe you're more lucky than you think.

I'll have a good time, old man.

Bill.

Yeah, Chris.

Who's that woman wanting that coffee?

Mrs. Snow.

You know, while you're in town, you better buy Charlie some, too.

I think he's been using those ground-up sow bugs again.

I bet I'm going to if you keep talking like that.

Hey, Hale.

Where you going, boy?

Ain't none of your business.

Well, I'm, uh...

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ruffle your fur that way.

Which way's town? Joe needs some stuff.

We'll get it for him.

No, I'll get it myself.

I figure I'll have a night in town while I'm at it.

Cottonwood's a pretty rough place.

So?

Why don't you wait till we get into Charlottesville in a week or two?

Because I don't feel like it.

I don't feel like nobody telling me what to do, either.

Now, which way did you say town was?

We ain't said yet.

Oh?

About two miles down the road.

You know, Chris, I don't know how he can walk around

carrying a chip that big on his shoulder.

Cottonwood's no place for that kid.

Don't you worry.

Them boys in Cottonwood will take care of him, Mr. Hale.

Yeah.

That's what I'm afraid of.

Loadin' a wagon sure is thirsty work.

Yeah.

Especially this salt.

Gets in the air and dries up your throat, you know.

Yeah.

All 10 pounds of it, huh?

Oh, it don't take much.

Well, you wouldn't be hinting at anything, would you, Charlie?

Well, as long as you mention the saloon down the street.

Got a few more things to load, too.

Hard work.

Hard work.

Hard work.

Hard work.

Hard work.

Hard work.

Hard work.

Hard work.

Hard work.

I think you're sweet.

Yeah?

What's the matter?

There's a jug about empty, isn't there?

You must think all I care about is money.

No.

Oh, no.

Why, you care what I think.

You want another jug, do you?

Huh?

All righty.

We'll buy another one.

Hey, bar keep.

Hey.

Bring us another bottle of that kerosene, will you?

You're a funny boy.

Oh, yeah, I'm a funny boy, ain't I?

Hey, what do you wear all that gluck on your face for?

But you have a very good manner.

No, but I got good money now, don't I?

Hmm.

Yeah.

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.

Me and that, we want it, see, Rudy.

Yeah, I know.

Me and that, we want it, see Rita.

Hey, Jonesy.

Hmm.

She's busy.

Yeah, you're a little late, Jonesy.

Who's the kid?

Oh, some loud mouth.

Well, he's paying cash money.

I'm going to see Rita.

So go see her.

Hmm.

Hmm.

Robbing the cradle tonight, baby?

What do you want?

Come on, I'll buy you some good liquor.

Here now, keep it to me, honey.

This is man's work.

Whoa.

Neither of us had a gun.

I'm going to see you swing for this, boy.

Back off, Jonesy.

I'll handle this.

I didn't mean to shoot that girl, Sheriff.

Fellow's coming at me with a jug.

Come here, boy.

You better get her up to her room.

One of you boys go get the doc.

I didn't mean to shoot you, lady.

Shut up, boy.

All right, Fisk, lock him up.

What happened?

Johnny, what'd you do?

You know this boy, mister?

Traveling with my wagon train.

He ain't traveling with you any longer.

He just shot a woman and an unarmed man.

All right, Fisk.

Boy, you're going to be around for a while.

I'm going to teach you how we handle woman shooters.

Shooting that girl was an accident.

Oh, well, that's different then.

You know, accidents happen all the time.

Just like this.

When you get over that accident,

we're going to have some more.

I'm sorry, Joe.

There's nothing we can do about it.

Your young friend's just too fast with his gun.

He was defending himself.

You said so.

Yes, but he shot a woman.

Yeah, but if it was an accident.

Accident or no accident, it'll cost him three to five years.

No.

No, no, we can't go away and leave him there.

I got to go and talk to someone.

It won't do no good.

The way them people are feeling in town,

the boy will be lucky if they don't hang him.

Listen, but I gave him the money.

I told him to have some...

It wasn't your fault, Joe.

It was.

It was, Mr. Hill.

I see how unhappy he is,

and I think a few dollars will cheer him up.

I got to go and talk to somebody in town.

I got to make them understand.

I wouldn't try it.

You go in town and stir up them people.

I'll tell them what'll happen.

No, no, I got to go.

I got to talk to them.

He won't let go, Mr. Hill?

He feels responsible, Charlie.

Like a father to his son.

I heard it, Mr. Hill.

You've got to do something.

You left Mr. Hill alone.

The boy had it coming.

That's pretty quick judgment, Whitaker.

I'm sorry, there's not much I can do.

Johnny's been drinking.

But they'll send him to prison.

Yes, I suppose they will.

Don't you understand what that'll do to him?

He already thinks the whole world is against him.

What will happen if they put him away somewhere

like some sort of an animal?

This is none of your business.

You ask me, prison's where that young tuff belongs.

Nobody asked you, Whitaker.

You might do well to listen more to this daughter of yours.

You might learn something about being human.

Sorry, baby.

Joe, we're moving out in the morning.

We have to.

Yes, yes, yes, you go ahead.

Well, if you go in there and make any trouble about Kim,

then you may not make it back in time.

I don't make no trouble if nobody else don't.

Get out.

There he is.

My name is Joe Mukarich, huh?

Mukarich, I, uh, I gotta talk to somebody.

All right, Mr. Mukarich, you, uh, go ahead and talk.

This, uh, this Johnny came and...

And what about him?

Well, he don't belong in jail.

They ain't gonna listen to you, Joe.

You shut your mouth.

Johnny.

Johnny, what happened to you?

Those folks around here don't take to people shooting women.

He's lucky he's able to walk.

That's enough, Fisk.

He's gonna be punished.

Not enough.

Somebody ought to work him over every hour on the hour

until Rita's back at work.

I said that's enough, Fisk.

Now, why don't you go see how Rita is?

And he'll do the same thing to anybody with a good word for him, too.

Go on, Fisk, get out of here, will you?

People ain't gonna be happy even hearing somebody's talking up for him.

Joe.

But you gotta understand, Sheriff,

this is my fault this all happened,

because I gave Johnny the money,

and I tell him to have some fun, I...

Well, you and the boy probably have different ideas

on what fun is, Mr. Mukarich.

You see, uh,

that boy there, he likes to shoot people.

No, no, you're wrong.

I gotta tell you, you...

All right, you go ahead.

I'll listen to you.

But I think you ought to save it for Judge Rifter in the morning.

You see, it's all up to him now.

You see, Sheriff, it's like this with this boy.

Old sodbuster.

His name's Merrick or something.

He's over there right now crying on Bill's shoulder.

How Bill just don't realize what an innocent kid he's got locked up in there.

If I had my way, I'd send that innocent kid rope dancing.

I ain't saying one way or another.

But Ed was your friend, Jonesy.

I guess I'll get a couple of Ed's other friends

and have a talk with the old coot when he comes out.

You'd do more than talk to him if I was you.

Look, I'd do it myself, but...

Sheriff, he's kind of funny sometimes.

Some things ain't no business of the law.

Mr. Mukarich,

it's the end of the world, you know.

The boy'll only spend a couple of years behind bars.

It might teach him not to shoot so quick.

It could do him some good.

It would be the end of him.

Well, that's up to him.

Now, as for you, I'd suggest you get out of town

before some of Ed's cronies decide to take it out on you.

That should be Judge.

Bill?

Yeah?

We're going to town.

What for?

I don't know. I just got a feeling.

Hey, you.

Huh?

Get back on your trash wagon and ride out of town now.

No, no, I gotta see somebody.

You've seen all the people you're gonna see.

Now, you get.

No.

Hey, hey, get away. Stop it!

I said get!

I said get!

Ha, ha, ha!

Ha, ha, ha!

Ha, ha, ha!

Ha, ha, ha!

Ha, ha, ha!

Ha, ha, ha!

Ha, ha, ha!

Ha, ha, ha!

Yes, yes!

Yes!

Now you get out of here.

Come on.

Watch it!

I'll kill you!

I'll kill you!

Burners!

I'll kill you!

Jonesy just died.

One man dead already.

Two others just hanging on.

Hey, Fisk.

One of them ought to have been you.

You get back in there!

Fisk!

I've told you before.

Nobody manhandles a prisoner.

Nobody manhandles a prisoner in my jail.

But them guys were my friends.

And they had a lot of other friends, too.

You think they're going to stand by and let this butcher and old sodbuster live till morning?

You're talking lynching, mister.

I'm talking what I'm talking!

Mr. Hale.

No mob has ever taken a prisoner from me.

And no mob ever will.

Now there's been enough killing.

When Judge Rifter holds trial in the morning,

that old man in there is going to hang.

And we all know it.

Now if those people out in that street knew that,

they'd go home,

and there'd be no mob,

and I wouldn't have to shoot any of my friends.

That's what I'm going to tell them.

Well, Harwich wasn't right in the head. He didn't know what he was doing.

He was sane enough when I talked to him just two or three minutes before it happened.

And I'd swear to it, Mr. Hale.

One of those men was armed, Sheriff.

Could have been self-defense.

Two of those men were unarmed,

and the man who had a gun never got a chance to get off a shot.

That spells murder, mister.

A fair trial, Sheriff?

A fair trial, Mr. Hale.

Joe.

We're going to stay in town tonight.

We'll see that you are treated fairly.

What I did...

I couldn't stop myself.

Can we bring you anything?

No, no.

All right.

That's enough.

Clear out.

I want to tell you something, mister.

You lay your hands on that boy once more,

and I'm liable to make you eat those keys you're holding.

You come back here after the hanging.

We'll talk about it.

Let's talk about it right now.

No, Bill.

Out of our hands for now.

I wished you wouldn't have come here, Joe.

But you sure showed him.

Yeah, I...

I sure showed them.

They ain't hung you yet, Joe.

I'm going to get that one.

He ain't fit to live.

Fisk!

Hey, Fisk!

I'm going to get you.

Yeah, that'll do him.

Come on.

You know, hanging's a rotten thing.

Especially this one, Sheriff.

One's as bad as another, Mr. Hale.

I've had to hang quite a few nice people in my time.

Good men who had won too many and gotten in a fight.

Hard-working people who never knew how to hold on to their tempers.

You gotta hang them, same as you do any gunman.

What are you hanging around here for?

You don't have to see this thing through, I do.

They were my people on my train.

Whatever happens, I guess I've gotta know.

You look like you could use a drink, Sheriff.

I know I could.

Yes, I sure could.

You boys got lucky, didn't you?

Both of you.

Getting that trial when you did.

Yeah, I figured the boys would have you all stretched up by now.

You mean that's what you hoped?

Yeah.

That's just what I hoped.

There's your own private hair rack, old man.

Right there on the side of the hill.

It's coming along nice, too.

You, uh...

You don't mind if I go give him a hand, do you?

Sure.

Hey, Joe.

Joe, it's the keys.

Where did you get them, Johnny?

I don't know. It must have been hail or hawks.

They ain't gonna let you hang. We're getting out of here, Joe.

Don't, Johnny. I killed that man.

I told you, they had it coming to them.

Men like them, like Fisk,

they're the same kind that killed your wife and kid.

And my pa.

No, no, don't. I shouldn't have shot them, Johnny.

You come here to help me, and I'm gonna help you.

You're the only friend I ever had, Joe.

Well, looky here.

Time to escape.

You freeze, boy.

Sheriff said I was to be real gentle with you.

As long as you were locked up.

Nah.

You ain't locked up no more.

Leave him alone.

Sure, I'll leave him alone.

Come back here, Johnny.

Come back here.

Oh, he's all right. Get him back.

Not for long, E. Get out the way, Joe.

Don't. Don't. We go now.

Not till I pay him back.

You cannot do that.

He worked me over something fierce, Joe.

Now, get away from him. We ain't got much time.

No. No, please.

Johnny, I won't let you kill him.

Murderer. Don't shoot me.

Don't shoot me.

You can be a murderer too, Johnny.

I can't let you be like I am.

Give me back your gun, Joe.

No. No.

I thought you were my friend.

Hold it, Marge.

Give me the gun, Joe.

I almost got away, but he tried to stop me.

Hold it, Joe.

Sheriff.

Maybe there's a priest.

Thank you.

The stage will be here pretty soon.

I ought to know better than to trust anybody.

You mean Joe?

I could have been out of here by now.

Son, he's dying to save your life.

He could have let you kill Fisk, and you both could have gotten away before the sheriff could stop you.

Or somewhere along the line, someone would have caught up with you.

Some posse would have shot you down like an animal somewhere.

Or strung you up in a tree.

He didn't want that to happen to you.

So now, they're hanging him.

But you're going to live.

You some kind of preacher or something, are you?

I'm what Joe Maharich is.

A friend of yours.

All I know is I'm going to jail.

And I could have been out of here free.

Now you leave me alone. Stop preaching to me.

Matter of fact, get on out of here.

Hey, Sheriff. Let him out of here.

Joe.

Joe.

Huh?

It's time to go.

Oh, sure, sure.

It was time a long time ago.

Sheriff, I...

Go ahead, Joe.

Johnny.

Go on.

You got to understand, boy.

There's always somebody who hurts you, Johnny.

Nobody lives with angels on this earth.

You got to live with people, and...

You hate me now.

You hate me now.

You think Joe Maharich sent you to prison.

Johnny.

I sent you to life.

Remember that?

And maybe you remember old Joe.

Someday.

Maybe.

Maybe.

Thank you.

Chris.

It's all right with you. I'll stay here with the boy.

Johnny.

What do you want here?

Don't you be mean to me, Johnny.

I ain't got no business here.

You ought to be on your way to California.

I ran all the way to town, Johnny.

What about your pa?

My pa doesn't matter.

But you do.

You do.

You do.

You do.

But you do.

I got to go to prison, you know that?

It doesn't make any difference.

It won't be for long, Johnny.

When you get out, you can come to San Francisco.

I'm going to wait for you.

What are you talking about?

You come to me, Johnny Kingman.

Because I'm going to wait until you do.

I'm going to be in there three to five years.

Then I'll wait.

Three to five or ten or fifteen.

I love you.

You what?

I love you.

And I'm going to marry you.

You're just saying that.

I don't have to say anything I don't want to say.

But I'm going to wait.

Whether you come or not.

Say it again.

I love you.

Stay, Miss Johnny.

Don't look up there, Johnny.

You're wrong.

That's the biggest need I got.

Hey, Joe.

Hey, Joe, I remember.

You hear me, Joe?

I remember.

I remember.

I remember.

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