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(Transcrit par TurboScribe. Passez à Illimité pour supprimer ce message.) I think that's enough for the night anyway.

Can I have that?

Of course.

Thank you.

Will you be back tomorrow afternoon?

I guess it'll have to be next week,

Miss Larson.

I've got to get located here in this

country.

There's bread all out.

If you're looking for a riding job, I

could ask Cheryl Davidson.

He has a lot of cattle.

And he owes me a favor.

Well, I don't want you to go out

of your way for me.

Oh.

Learning means a great deal to me, Dave.

Almost as much as it means to you.

Thanks again, Miss Larson.

You're welcome.

Who are

you?

What do you want?

You're one of the Richies, aren't you?

Yes, ma'am.

I'm done with looking.

Keeping company with Cheryl Davidson's one thing.

Holding hands with a saddle tramp is something

else.

Get out of here.

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

We killed

her.

It wasn't my intention.

I'm dying.

You got a ways to go?

I'll go it alone and get out.

No, you ain't.

I'm taking you down.

Gonna see you hang, mister.

Hold up with that rifle.

My hand's empty.

You know him?

That's Frank Ritchie, mister.

He's our brother.

Go find the boat.

Must take a lot of stomach to ride

into a man's kin and tell him you

gunned their brother.

Go find the boat.

Proud of it, he is.

The point of me is being proud.

I don't take no pride in killing.

You ain't sorry.

You bet I am.

I'm sorry if I had to kill him

I didn't get there a couple minutes earlier.

I'm sorry he was ever born.

I figure it seemly there should be some

reading over my brother before we put him

in the ground.

You know how it's done.

Ain't my place.

You killed him, you're going to read over

him.

I want that it should be done.

Doubtless me never had no learning.

Frank did.

He could read and he wrote a fine

hand.

You read that.

Do like he says, mister.

I do like I was told, Faizu.

We want to kill you so bad we're

biting our tongues.

We was partial to Frank.

He was all the family we ever had.

I don't care if he was your mother,

I can't read no Christian words over him.

Now where did I find the law around

here?

I told you what he done.

You keep talking about what he done.

How we know what he done?

Stranger comes riding in here with our brother's

body across the saddle.

We're supposed to take his word for the

gospel?

Stranger's been camping out two miles from the

school.

How you been hanging around, mister?

That man was good.

And he was ours.

He never done a mean thing in his

whole life.

You expect us to believe he killed that

school mom?

Why, it was sweet on her.

He was so full of sweetness he broke

her neck.

I'd like to break your neck.

He killed Frank, you know it.

I know it.

Well, let me kill him.

Not now.

Why?

Because I want a show, folks.

I want everybody to know the riches take

care of their own.

Frank was always hanging around looking at that

teacher woman.

What's that supposed to mean?

What if that fellow was saying...

Hey, you shut your mouth!

Frank was mighty sudden.

Suppose it's true.

Which it ain't.

You want to tell everybody how you found

out Frank killed her?

I figure they're gonna thank you.

I figure Cheryl Davidson's gonna...

give you a pair of new spurs and

a silver mounted saddle.

Of course, Frank killed his girl.

That'll be a cold day.

No.

Cheryl Davidson will not take this kindly.

Now, you listen to me.

That woman's been killed.

Those folks around here's gonna be wanting bloodshed.

I figure we give them the drifter.

Let them hang him.

That way it's over, no questions asked.

We've done Mr. Davidson a favor.

Otherwise, we're in for trouble.

Frank tried to help and got shot for

it.

That's our story.

But that fellow says different.

That fellow's been camping up two miles in

that schoolhouse for ten days now.

What's he hanging around for?

Uh, he was after her.

And in an hour, Frank got shot trying

to save the teacher.

Only you let me tell it.

I wish Frank was here to tell us

what to do.

Don't you try to get Paul back while

you're at it.

Now, you keep your mouth shut, Douglas.

That's straight.

I'd feel much better knowing she didn't suffer

much.

She didn't suffer at all, Cheryl.

Has any of you seen any strangers around?

I saw a rider on a spotted horse

leaving the schoolhouse yesterday.

Had a big dog tagging along.

Which way was he headed?

Riding by the schoolhouse, don't make him guilty.

Miss Larson was waving goodbye to him as

I rode by.

Real friendly-like.

What kind of coat was he wearing?

I don't know.

Mr. Davidson.

You've had a hard blow, and I'm sorry

for it.

But I'm the one that's running things.

And I'm the one that'll tell the posse

when to leave.

And I'm the one that'll pick the men.

And you won't be one of them.

We'll make two parties.

I'll take one up the river.

I figure he'll be running for it.

He'll be in town having a beer, for

all we know.

Now tell me, who died and left you,

King Shell?

You've had this coming for some time.

I'll kill you, Roy, if I have to.

Well, I was just looking for a fight,

Shell.

We've been due for some time.

And I'm looking for a man on a

spotted horse.

Reckon I picked a poor time.

Let's go.

Hold up, Mr. Davidson.

I'm putting you under arrest.

You're just going to have a long life

for nothing, Mr. Davidson.

We got the fella.

A drifter.

With blood in his hands.

And a big, long story, but...

Got your man to ranch.

His hog tied, and he's ready for stringing.

Shot our brother Frank.

Before Frank died, he told us he tried

to help that schoolmarm.

Drifter winged him.

Frank lit out for home.

We got the drop on a saddle tramp.

Too late, though.

Frank passed away.

Right in my arms.

Stop.

Right there, Mr. Davidson.

Now, whoever they got out there is going

to get a hearing.

Now you back off, you hear?

You want to shoot?

Go ahead.

My life ended with that girl's anyway.

You gonna kill a man on the word

of those two?

I don't like you, Ritchie.

Or that rat's litter you call family.

If you're telling me the truth, then I'll

owe you something.

You paid to me.

Quiet.

Frank.

Go on, bite on that rope, perhaps.

No, don't do it.

Just bite on the rope.

No, don't lick at the rope.

Chew on it.

Go on, bite it.

Go on.

Get out of here.

I sure hope you enjoyed that, Brown, because

it's gonna be your last meal off me.

You're gonna make a beautiful saddle blanket for

somebody.

You want to eat all of it.

Eat every bit of it, because you ain't

gonna live long enough to digest it.

My best friend.

Frank.

Go on, get away from me.

Make friends with me now.

The horse is gone.

Where is he?

You had him.

You had him and you let him get

loose.

I ought to spring a bullet out of

you up in his place.

Don't talk like that.

You forget we just lost our brother?

Ah, that redneck Packer Wood needed killed anyhow.

What now?

We organize a party.

We'll hunt the rambler.

Hold it right there.

Don't turn around, mister.

I'm gonna turn, Lady Killer.

You ain't gonna turn far.

You got any law riding with you?

Yes, sir.

Deputy Tyson.

You go on back down there and tell

them to come up here so I can

talk to him.

Alone.

Get going, mister, or turn around.

I ain't got much to lose.

You with the pot on your head, you

stay right there till they come back.

Right there.

You the deputy?

That's right.

My name's Dave Blassingame.

I'm two weeks out of Sonora looking for

work.

Now, I didn't kill that woman.

I want to tell it to a judge.

What's my chances?

Pretty good.

You sure?

Look, cowboy, I'm in charge of these men.

Now, you turn that weapon over, or I'll

call them in.

You're kind of young for this job, ain't

you?

I'm the best you got.

How do I know?

Don't make no difference now what you know.

Okay, boy.

All right, let's take him to town.

You're not taking him anywhere, deputy.

I promised this man my protection.

Now, he's gonna get it.

Now, back off, David.

Deputy, you ain't taking him no place.

All right, that's enough.

All right, you get on over that horse.

Is that the way you hit her, lady

killer?

Is it?

Huh?

Dig your

grave.

Dig.

Dig.

Dig faster.

Dig faster.

You can let him up now.

I'll kill the first man that pulls the

trigger.

Hanging is one thing, but what you've been

doing is something else.

You mauled him long enough, Davidson.

Look, I'm sick of this.

And I'm sick of you.

I say we take him to town.

I'll say he needs a rope around his

neck.

I'm gonna help Miss Davidson put it there.

If everybody's talked out now, I figure we

can ride.

All right, you go ahead.

Take him.

While you do, think what it's like when

some drifting scum can walk into a schoolhouse

and commit murder.

That speaks real good for our courts and

judges, sheriffs, and wet-nosed deputies, don't it?

But you go ahead, take him.

Let him lay on a geocot and eat

his gut full while some fat-bellied judge

makes a big deal out of it.

Maybe he'll fix up his mind to let

him go.

Or maybe give him a few years to

teach him a lesson.

I got a few words to say, deputy.

Shut your mouth.

At least let him speak.

What for?

Just gonna open up his mouth and tell

a pack of lies, that's all?

What, do you expect him to admit it?

He shot our brother Frank, and I want

him dead.

Not talking about it.

See, I want him dead.

Shell, it appears you've got strange bedfellows in

this.

Yeah.

He's gonna say my brother Frank did it.

But don't you listen.

Don't you listen.

It's his word against ours.

I don't recall your word being written on

Stone Douglas.

Shell, I'm beginning to wonder who we ought

to hang.

It ain't true.

Brother Frank was only trying to help.

That drifter shot him.

Brother Frank wasn't wrong in that school, miss.

Brother Frank suck eggs.

You got your chance to talk.

I heard screaming coming from the schoolhouse.

So I busted in, and this brother Frank

of theirs had a gun on me, so

I shot him.

I was too late.

Miss Larson was dead.

Frank was no killer.

Is that yours?

Yeah.

Kind of strange, leaving it behind.

I covered her up with it.

What was you doing hanging around the schoolhouse?

I was learning how to write my name.

We'll go back.

Take another look at your brother's carcass.

What?

Did you think Ellie put up a good

fight?

Pretty good one.

Well, that one ain't got no fang and

nail scrapes.

Frank didn't.

You two come along.

Let's go, boys.

Not only scratched, but cut up.

Did she have a knife?

She had scissors.

All right, cool down, Mr. Davis.

Can you hear?

We was only trying to cover our names.

That teacher woman was dead anyway.

She wasn't going to...

No.

No.

I'm sorry, cowboy.

But these things happen.

I'd like to make it up to you.

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