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This man came along the trail one Sunday morning in '73,

takin' it slowand easy. Keepin' his eyes open and his gun hand

ready. Came from nowhere, l guess. Anyhow, he never said

from where. We never asked. He was going to stop offin

Purgatory, make his stand, like he lived, alone.

This is number one, called himself Sabin.

Haggerty.

-You followin' me? -Depends on where you're goin'.

l'm leavin' Kansas, like you said, town tamer.

You didn't leave it very fast.

-l ride slow. -Don't stop offin Purgatory.

My nextjob's to clean that town up.

l'll ride through.

Ride around it.

-Kinda pushin' ain't ya? -Stay clear of Purgatory.

-Rememberthat. -l forgot already.

Sabin! l may as well start cleanin' that town up right now

Get down. This side.

l was never sure about you. Now l'm gonna make sure.

Now, hold up your gun hand.

Hold it up, palm facing me.

l said lift that gun hand.

-Thank you. ma'am? -lf you ask me, l would say

what we need in Purgatory is a preacher, not a town tamer.

-That's right. -That's right.

-Thank you, ma'am. -Come on Bill, you promised

fifty dollars.

-Thank you. -Good ol' Bill, he put in.

Come on folks, who all's pledged now?.

Thank you.

ls that the man we sent for?

-Are you the town tamer? -lt depends.

-He ain't the town tamer. -Your name Haggerty?

-No. -Where is Haggerty?

-Well, he couldn't make it. -Did Haggerty send ya?

-As a matter of fact, he did. -From where?

All the way from Kansas. What's that?

lt's your pay, mister, if you're the man that's taking Haggerty's

-place. -Far as l'm concerned, l'll

settle for any good man with a gun.

-Howmuch money in that hat? -We pledged $500.00.

-What's your name, mister? -Sabin.

Alright Mr. Sabin, we'll give you a try.

-l, l don't know. -Scared?

-Where would l start? -You'll find 'im at the Babylon

Saloon. His name is Hoag. He runs things here.

All that money for tamin' one man?

No, half a man. But you may not live to spend the money.

Hold it. We don't knowthis man. Alright if we hold the money

fer ya until uh, afteryou clean up the mess?

When you're ready to part with it, you can wrap it up and send

-it to a woman. -Your wife?

No, just a woman, Mrs. Jay Cassavedas in Santa Fe.

Write that name down, Casavedas. You can use the old marshal's

office, across from the Babylon.

-Whoa. -l'm expecting a shipment for

-Mr. Hoag. -lt came.

Yeah, it better not be broke, Matty.

We don't never break anything.

lt's broke. Where are the arms?

lt's 'sposed to be like that.

Hey girls, she's here. The Venus

-Venus who? -De Milo.

Did she ever play Mahogany Hall in NewOrleans?

No, she's imported from Europe. The most beautiful woman ever

lived.

-Sure covers a lot of women. -Yeah, l guess it does.

-My wife, Mary Hoag. -You must be the man.

-My name's Sabin. -Well, what can l do foryou,

-Mr. Sabin? -Well, the town has hired me to

set things in order.

Well uh, you must be newat it.

Sorta. One thing you should know, l aim to collect my money,

move on.

Bob.

Wiipe the dust offher and then go get Grady.

-Hello, Grady. -Where is he?

He's across the street in the old marshal's office.

-The job is yours, Mr. Sabin. -He's earned a hunk ofthat

money already.

What's all the ruckus? Who are you? Why didn't you knock?

-This is ajail, isn't it? -My home, took over when the

last marshal quit.

-Drink? -No thanks.

-Foul stuff sure tastes good. -You been in Purgatory long?

-Longer than the mountains. -l wanna talk to you.

-State yer business. -Well, the folks down the

-street told me that uh, -Yerthe feller they sent for,

the town tamer.

Sabin? You haven't got a chance against Hoag.

What'd you want to talk to me about, Mr. Town Tamer?

Well, l thought maybe you'd like to rent me one of your rooms.

ls kinda nice havin' a roof over your head, ain't it?

l understand, you've been sleepin' out under fire

for a long time. You can move into my jailhouse.

-Well, thanks. -They call me Dipper, forget my

-real name. -Well Dipper, what do you know

-about Hoag and his wife? -Everything.

-Have a drink. -Thanks.

Well, for one thing, he runs the Babylon.

Don't drink it all.

Thanks.

lt's him again.

Good evening, Mr. Sabin.

l uh,want to warn you not to interrupt my husband when he's

-playing my favorite tune. -That all you want?

-What else could l want? -l thought you might want to

-warn me about something else. -l don't knowyou. You may

deserve what's in store foryou.

-l might, l'm no angel. -That's lucky, angels get their

-wings singed in Purgatory. -Good evening, Mrs. Hoag.

Met a friend of yours this afternoon.

-Did ya, who was he? -Aman named Grady.

Grady, well l don't think l, never heard ofhim.

Last night a couple of ranchers lost their herds.

ls that so? Probably just some of the boys letting off a little

steam, huh.

Let off a little lead too. One ofthe ranchers got killed.

Sabin, take a look in that mirror there. Nowyou see all

those people? The world is covered with a swarm ofthem

like the swarm of ants. So what difference does it make it two

-or three of'em get stepped on -Like you?

Yep, like me.

-Do you knowany more chords? -Ha, ha. No more.

Hey, tell me somethin'. What are your plans for my future?

l don't know. l don't guess there's a gunman in the country

-that'd shoot you. -l guess not.

Now, what you oughta do is take a nice long ride foryourself.

Been told that before. l don't like it.

Hmm. Well in that case, you can mail these letters for me on

your way out. Hmm, hmm?

-Naco, Brown, Quijano. -Three fastest guns in the

-territory. You know'em? -Only by reputation.

-Sendin' for 'em? -Could be birthday cards.

But, you could um, tear up those letters if you wanted to take

that ride.

That would be tamperin' with the government mail.

Johnny Naco, Quijano and a man they call Farmer Brown.

Happy birthday.

Happy birthday.

Sabin first, this is number two, Quijano. He had one of those

letters from Hoag in Purgatory.

Quijano, why do you come at time like this?

Well, l received a letterfrom a man. lt's in english. You knowl

don't read english. Read it for me, Juanita.

lt is from a man named Hoag in the town of Purgatory.

lt says, 'The town tamer here is of great trouble to me. l am

offering $1,000.00 to the man who kills him.

-Gracias, Senorita. -Quijano, come back.

Quijano, come back l told you.

He was riding north, after the bounty on Sabin's head.

Looks like rain, don't it?

Good evening, Mrs. Hoag. Can l buy you a drink?

Not right now, thanks. What can l do foryou?

-l'd like to see your husband. -Sure, followme.

Evenin' darling.

l wasjust readin' somethin' that all town tamers ought to

read.

'Gatherye rosebuds while ye may for all time is blind. And at

my back l always hear, death's winged chariot hurrying near.'

lt's a original edition, l imported them all from Europe.

You like to import things, don't you?

-l like the best, yeah. -l would like to talk to you

-about exporting something. -What should we export?

-That bartender of yours. -Oh come now, how can you even

deal with him? Why he doesn't even wear a gun.

Buy him one. Give it to him for a birthday present.

l sent him a card.

l'm gonna rise you with a broken jaw.

-Someone had asked him to move. -Rough bartender.

Goodnight, Mrs. Hoag.

Sabin.

Call her Mary.

Goodnight, Mary.

-Dipper. -Huh?

Sure is nice, isn't it? The rain.

-Yep. Sure, sure. -You know, l've been thinkin'.

There's a U.S. Marshal over at lrontown.

Oh, let sleeping dogs lie.

Well, maybe we could get him to make out a legal order puttin'

-Hoag outta business. -You askin' the lawto help ya?

That's like bitin' the hand that feeds ya.

When it stops raining, you ride over to lrontown. See if you can

shag onto that marshal.

l just hope he don't shag on to me.

You come back, you can help me fix the leg on my desk.

-Your desk? -The desk.

-Dipper, what you lookin' at? -Fanny.

-Goodnight, Dipper. -Goodnight.

-Well, l made it. -Huh?

You didn't make it, they voted you down.

-What do you mean? -We had a town meeting at

at the church today after l proposed you for marshall,

-Marshal. -You what?

Now don't get sore that they voted not to.

You pull a fool trick like that again, l'll run you outta town.

Nowgit outta here. Git. Marshal.

Fine thing, throwin' a fella outta his ownjail. Gettin' big

and greedy.

Dipper. Git some oil for those hinges.

Excuse me ladies. Any sign of 'em?

-Who'd you expect first? -Oh, Quijano maybe.

Hey, anybody home?

Yes, sir. What can l do for you?

Which way to Purgatory, Senor?

Take the main road, to the right.

-Gracias, Senor. -Hey, we never met before but l

-knowyou. -l think l knowyou too, Senor.

To git to Purgatory, you first first come to lrontown.

Man like you ought to ride around lrontown. There's a

Marshal Becker there, real fast gun.

Uh huh, shoots first and asks manana, eh?

-Somethin' like that. -Gracias.

Look out for lrontown and Marshal Becker.

-Nowwho is that? -They call him Quijano.

-Mornin', Mary. -What are you doing in there?

Well uh, Dipper'sjust repairing a fewthings. Anything l can do

-for you? -Well, my husband wants to see

-you. -Oh.

How did it happen, you and Hoag?

We were on our way to Wiichita to be married. Stage went off the

road and crashed. Broke his back.

-And you went through with it? -Yes.

You don't look like the kinda woman who'd lead a man into

-a trap. -l'm not.

Well, anyhow, ladies first.

Sabin, got a man causin' disturbance in here.

What do you want me to do about it?

Want you to keep order like the town's payin' you to do.

Oh Fanny, where you been Fanny?

Now, aren't you gonna arrest him Sabin? Look at that, you can

he's drunk and he's disorderly.

-Howdy, Marshal. -l'm no marshal.

Come on, git him outta here, Sabin. Tame the town.

You tell 'em, Marshal.

Hey, you behind that bar, you.

Hey Fanny, that's good shootin'.

-He's not a lawman. -Hey, come on Sabin, nowkeep

-order. -You tell 'em, Marshal.

Dipper. Come on, git outta here.

Dipper, straighten up now. Come on.

-Little Fanny. -Whoops.

Look, you're makin' me behave like a lawman. Nowyou old goat,

come on.

(drunken singing) Ya hoo!

Dadburnit you, let's go on home

(drunken singing)

-Watch it. -(drunken mumbling)

Oh, Fanny. Hello, Fanny.

Oh, sweet Fanny.

You knowit's a fine day. Jail ain't home sweet home if you

-lock the door. -Now, you sober up. First thing

in the morning, you ride over to lrontown and see that marshal.

-Buenos dias, Senor. -Mornin'.

-You traveling far? -lrontown. You goin' far?

No, not too far. Purgatory.

Boy, it's sure a nice day to be travelin' on the trail.

-Nice day to be alive. -Snort?

Ah gracias, no. To drink during the daytime makes me sleepy.

Today, l like to stay awake and bright. Well, adios amigo.

So long.

Marshal Becker.

Come on in.

-Buenos dias, senor. -Well Quijano, come on in.

-ls that my invitation, Senor? -Thousand dollars

Wait. Now, you sure you can handle this?

l didn't ride this far, Senor, to tell you no.

Alright. Well, you better wait until tonight.

Sabin comes in here every evening.

Senor, the sign across the front ofthe town, l don't read

-english. What does it say? -Oh, that sign says 'When you

ride into Purgatory, say goodbye to God'.

-Hasta la vista, Dios. -What'd you say?

This may be my unlucky day. l, l lose something.

-Well, what'd you lose? -A silver cross and chain.

Oh, say that's uh, too bad, Quijano. Sorry.

Hey, Marshal.

Marshal Becker is dead.

Well, l guess that takes care of getting any legal action against

Hoag. We'll have to handle this ourselves.

What do you mean 'we'? l ain't no deputy.

Oil forthe door hinges.

Hey Elmer, do you knowwhere a fella could get a little oil?

-Over at the Babylon. -l ain't welcome overthere.

What say we go down to the Nugget?

Come on, Lee.

l'm Mary Hoag. l'd like to talk to you.

You his wife? But you're so beautiful.

l want you to leave. l'll give you the money. Take it and go.

You think l kill a man only for the money, Senora?

Then why did you come here?

Once l was filled with pride, a man beat me like l was a dog.

To him, l was the scum ofthe earth. He was what you call a

-town tamer. -Well, you have nothing against

-Sabin. -l never hear ofthis Sabin.

But l still hearthe sound of the whip.

-Give me a beer. -Red's been lookin' foryou.

l want you to bend me some irons. Gonna fix some shelves

and a bunk bed.

Play me a mexican tune, Senor.

Hoag. Send him home, before it's too late.

Hasta la vista, Dios.

Sabin, buy you a drink.

Alright everybody, drinks are on me.

l'll buy the drinks.

Give me a whiskey.

Number three, Johnny Naco. That's Johnny Naco's game, he

tended to be lazy and careless and slow.

Howabout bed and board for the night?

Sure.

-Farto Purgatory? -lrontown comes first.

Numberfour, Farmer Brown they called him. He used to gamble

down on Larimer Street down in Denver. Never carried a gun.

Never needed one, til one day a young punk shot him in the face.

He became a killer, a fast one.

-Ah, good morning. -Good morning. What's the toll

-forthe bed and board? -A dollar.

Looks like you got a customer foryour blacksmith shop.

Yeah, ornery lookin' critter, ain't he?

Looks like he's thrown a shoe.

l mean the rider.

l hearyou're a fast gun, mister.

-Who's he? -Zodie Dawes.

-l guess l'll be movin' out. -Go ahead, move.

-Oh, nowlook, Zodie. -l have to work for my livin'.

Don't give me no time to be a fast gun, does it?

l guess not.

Nowlook, l'm in a hurry. l've got to get to Purgatory.

lf you're so fast, you'll get there on time, won't ya?

Don't ya answer people?

-Nowlook, Zodie. -Call me mister.

Sure, mister.

Can you beat it, stranger?

Why not showthe stranger how fast ya are?

Nowlook, mister, l've got to get going.

l'm late already, l'm an awful slowpoke.

Now, l'm overdue in Purgatory, mister.

Nowlook, please.

Cheer up. So long.

My horse threwthe shoe. Fix it.

-Howdy, Fanny. -Uh, is uh, Sabin around?

He'll be back pretty quick.

-You wanna say somethin' to me? -No.

l hold fort as deputy here sometimes when the going ain't

-so rough. -Tell me Dipper, what have you

been able to find out about him?

-Oh, not much. -ls he married?

-Marshal? No Fanny, not him. -Well, what's his first name?

-Tom. -Where's he from?

-Oh, l don't know. -Well, don't you knowwhere

-he is now?. -You sure ask a lot of

questions. Hejust left here about a minute ago, went down

the street. Should be back any minute.

Oh, there he comes.

Hinges sure set my remainin' teeth on edge. l told Marshal

to get some oil and oil them.

You're certainly fixing things up around here, Mr. Sabin.

Well uh, uh, Dipper wanted to build a newgun rack and

a few odds and ends. Oh, he's gonna put some shelves over here

and, oh yeah l forgot, new chandelier. lmported all the way

from Perkins General Store. Now you might tell your husband, he

likes to import things. Genuine steel from Pittsburgh.

Oh yeah, and we had the blacksmith make us some new

bunks. The old ones were falling apart. And we're going to put a

partition right through here in case this town ever gets a

marshal. ln case the marshal ever catches a woman who

deserves free room and board.

You came to tell me to leave town.

Are you stayingjust forthe money?

-Not now. -You stood up to Quijano.

Maybe you can face the others who'll come to kill you.

But you'll be destroyed by a man without a gun. Aman you can't

shoot, because he can't stand up to you and the only kind of

fight you understand, a gunfight

When he broke his back, he beat every fast gun in this country.

He's a cripple, Sabin, and such a man could hold a pass against

-you. -Why can't you break through

-the pass? -Call it loyalty.

-Then you're in it too. -For better or for worse.

l'll tell you something about a man that lives by the gun.

He'll never have a happy woman.

Quijano didn't get you, but someone will. Your woman,

whoever she may be, will never knowif you're coming home at

night.

You don't sound like a woman pleading for a man.

-l'm not. -l have no woman to plead for

-me. -Then you're going through

with it?

Tiil death do us part.

When he comes out, git that chip off your shoulder.

They call him Farmer Brown but he's a fast gun. l mean it.

Farmer Brown, he'd better stick to plowin'.

Wonder why our buddy's headin' to Purgatory?

That gunfighter Quijano, nowthe Farmer.

Farmer Brown.

Did you git him?

Hey, Marshal. She wants to see you, Marshal.

You knowyou gonna git yourself into a peck o' trouble goin'

around callin' people names like Marshal and Fanny.

-Who wants to see me? -That cute little Fanny, Mrs.

Hoag. Asked if you'd be walkin' down the street by the general

store there, at 10:00 sharp. Said she'd be waitin' for ya.

lf your knot head enough to fall for crap like that ...

What time did she say?

Well, if you're fool enough to get your head blown off, you

-better get started. -Thanks, Dipper.

Here's to your health, Marshal.

-Good evening, Mr. Sabin. -Good evening, Mrs. Hoag.

Care to walk a bit?

You know Sabin, last night with Quijano, you were about a half

-second from death. -Half a second can be a long

-time. Where we headed? -You'll see.

How did you get started in this business of yours?

-Wiith a marriage certificate. -Sorry.

How'd you get started in your present business?

-Wiith a gun. -Sorry.

You know, we keep a gun behind the bar. l'm pretty good with it

l could've grabbed it last night to help you against Quijano,

-but l wouldn't. -l never rely on women for

-protectin' me. -l'mjust trying to explain

that l won't betray Hoag, even ifit means your life.

-Would you help him get me? -No.

l'm Hoag's wife, l'm going to stay his wife. But l like you.

l'd like to think that you're somewhere, alive and whole.

-Do you understand me? -We'll see ifl do.

-Did you hear something? -Uh, l'm not sure.

Why did you come for a walk with me if you were so suspicious?

Did you ever hear of a lady named Salome?

The girl that wanted John the Baptist?

The same and she couldn't have him. She demanded his head on a

-silver platter. -Did she get it?

-Well, did she? -Um hmm.

You're damn right she did.

Nowyou stay outta this and quit starin' at me that way. You're

not the lawand l'm no gunfighter.

You're no gunfighter, you won't be needin' this.

-That wagon hurt you, Tom? -l don't think so. But my hand

and my arm been givin' me trouble.

What's with these bullet cuts you got in your arm.

You better exercise it. lt might come from the cold night air.

l sawyou last night heading out toward the rock with Mrs. Hoag.

Why you ol' reprobate, Marshal. So, you took her out to the rock

-Well, what about the rock? -That's the wishin' rock.

-Wiishin' rock. -Dipper, aren't you gittin' a

-little old for wishin'? -Oh, you never git too old to

wish, Don.

-What do you want? -l came to plead with you.

But, l've changed my mind.

-Where's Hoag? -He's in his office.

-Uh, you'd, you'd be the Farmer -Um hmm.

Well, you knowwho l am?

-Feels like more 'an a thousand -lt's two.

Git yourtown tamer in a poker game.

-Yeah, why? -Do it.

-l guess l could then. -There's a way of shootin' a

man under a card table. He never knows what hit him.

l heard you were so fast you didn't need any tricks.

l am.

But you doubled your offer to be sure. l'm gonna be sure too.

You knowthat poker game's a trap. You knowthe Farmer's in

town. Why do you have to do it?

l don't like the idea of lyin' in bed at night, expectin' to

git it through the window or in the back. Or everytime l turn

-the corner. -We can sleep out on the

prairies. Look Marshal, say, you're no marshal. You don't

have to do it. You goin' over there?

-Wiin or lose. -Just a minute, l got somethin'

for you.

Why don't you learn howto spell resignation?

Well, l can spell quit.

That's my resignation whether l can spell it or not.

Come what may.

Come what may.

-Somebody die? -Called himself Farmer Brown.

Gambler. Seems he got caught bluffin'.

Too bad.

What's the matter, Hoag? Am l upsetting you? Huh?

No, it's good to see you, Johnny

Why don't youjoin me honey?

You're still the same old Johnny, huh?

How do l repay you for your kindness?

He's the local town tamer.

-You short changin' me? -This'll buy me a newbedspread

-here. -l know, imported.

Ah, let's get this thing over with.

Aren't you gonna count that money?

-l don't count. -lt's three thousand.

l git a raise and l don't even have to ask for it.

-Gotta comb? -Yeah, on the dresser.

Listen Johnny, you gonna do this the easy way, aren't you?

My way's the easy way.

Face to face.

Well, why not get the drop on him?

l get the drop on him after the play starts. l'm faster.

-He made Quijano look slow. -Quijano was slow.

Farmer got him in a poker game, had a gun on him.

How do we get the town tamerto come in?

Well don't worry, he'll be in. The good people ofthe town have

seen to that.

Tell Jack this stuffjust arrived.

-ls that the newtown tamer? -Yeah, guess he ain't got long

to go. Johnny Naco's in town.

-Johnny Naco's in town. -Where?

-The Babylon. -Thanks, Doc.

-Sabin. -Well, can l leave my wagon

-here awhile? -Sure.

Now, he'll be in here soon. Word's gonna spread that you're

here. lf you wanna go through my office, it's a shortcut to the

-saloon. -Thanks.

Well, you must be imported, too.

-Meet me somewhere? -Where?

-At the church. -Nowyou don't look like no

-churchgoer to me. -lt's not really a church.

-Anyway, it's out ofbusiness. -Besides, it ain't Sunday.

-Who are you? -l'm Hoag's wife, call me Mary.

-And him a cripple. -l'm not.

-Got work to do. -Don't be a dull boy, Johnny.

l've got to shoot a man and ifl go to church with you, that

man's life might be saved. ls that it?

-Have it any way you want. -Later.

lf you gentlemen will step back away from the bar, me and

another gent's got some business

Town tamer's comin' in.

Sure lucky we didn't give him no badge.

Well, so that's not enough.

l'm not sure what my price is now.

Well, nowwait a minute, Johnny.

l'll kill the man.

But it's going to be more difficult than l figured.

-Why? -And a little more expensive

-than you figured. -l said 'why.'

He's my brother.

Why didn't your husband tell me his name?

Nowl'm asked to draw down on my own brother.

-Your brother? -That's Tom.

-Well, are you going to? -Yeah, l am.

Howlong since you've been in church?

-You going to preach to me? -l could try.

l'll see you in church.

-What went wrong? -Nothin', just a little

postponement while Johnny Naco decides what his price is

gonna be.

Wonder ifthis is still a church?

Something you've got to feel for yourself.

No services, no preacher, nothin'. Just an old building

-for the rats and us mice. -Tell me something about you

and your brother, when you were kids.

-Just the usual stuff. -Wasn't there uh, something of

-special interest? -Yeah, l got caught in a

river's undertow once, he pulled me out. l guess you might say he

-saved my life. -Doesn't that mean anything

-to you? -l like kissin' girls better

-than talkin' to 'em. -Why do you um, have different

names if you're brothers?

Well, once there was a man named Cassavedas.

Cassavedas gave us a lot of trouble.

One of us killed him, the other one took the blame.

Who killed him?

Never mind, you uh, needn't answerthat.

No, l needn't say which is which

Anyway, we drifted apart, me and my long, tall brother.

l took the name Johnny Naco.

Well, you think mouths arejust for talkin' or somethin'?

Every time l was ever in church before, there was a collection

-taken up. -Sure.

What's the collection this time?

Sabin's life.

Alright, l'll just run him out oftown, if Hoag will still pay

-off. -l promise, he will.

Alright, you get the town tamer to come into the saloon. l'll be

in the poker game.

Johnny, sit down.

l'm in love with you brother.

Well, nothing will come of it, l'll stay married but, l do love

-him. -Why tell me? ls this where you

-confess or something? -No, it's the uh, sinner's

-bench. -That figures.

Howthe devil did you get yourselfin a mess like this?

And howare you gonna get out of it?

l'll tell ya howyou're gonna get out ofit.

See that clock? Well, you be gone by six o'clock.

That'll give you uh, just fifty five minutes to get outta here,

won't it?

-You mean it, too. -l mean it.

You sure made him run for it, didn't ya?

You dropped something.

Try dealin' with your mouth shut

l won me a substantial sum by six o'clock.

-Enough to pay for a funeral? -Whose funeral?

-Yours, maybe. -You a friend'a Sabin's, sonny?

Look mister, you, you better call him Zodie.

Gimme two cards.

Well, what're you gonna do, town tamer?

We could make you marshal. Anyhow, it's up to you to act.

-l want Hoag injail. -Johnny Naco might have

somethin' to say about that. What about it Sabin?

You know, if l was sure that l was gonna win, l'd bring out

some champagne l've been savin', imported from Paris.

Fetch the bartender.

Johnny, you're not doin' so good

Well, there's days when it's all feathers and no chicken.

-Right sonny? -Just calm down Zodie, wouldn't

want to see you without your head.

He's a clown, ain't he? That's a good one. A poker player without

-no head. -You wanted to see me?

Yeah, champagne for Mr. Hoag.

l got the oil, Marshal. We're gonna have things fixed up real

good around here. Roof over our heads, jailhouse we can be proud

of and sleep in without nobody lockin' us in.

Marshal? You, you can't leave now. We got things too good here

-Alright, where is it? -Where's what?

You know, my gun.

And l'mjust the kind of a no good nobody that could get away

-with shootin' a cripple. -Thanks, Dipper.

You're a good deputy.

Hey Fannie, Marshal's gonna leave town, he's gotta run.

Tom. Tom, l love you. But l'll stand by Hoag like l always have

-l'm his wife. -lf you say you're his wife and

you're true to him, you are his wife.

And if you keep things right, then you're the marshal.

-l'm no marshal. -l'm no wife.

-Raise. -l'll call.

Three sevens.

Sent a boy where you should'a sent a man.

Threejacks.

Tell'em where you got it, sonny.

First good pile l took in. Hope the kid didn't get too sore.

Hey, sonny, come around front and shoot me in the belly.

Hurry sonny, l've only got fifteen minutes.

l'm gonna do it, big man.

Sure you are. But not in the back, please.

Come a little farther, shoot me in the very front.

Best laid plans of mice and men.

You ready to pull that trigger?

First, l want you to do somethin' for me.

l want you to say your prayers.

Then l'm going to kill you.

Bang!

-Hello, Marshal. -He's gonna run, the coward.

-He is a coward. -Traitor.

Purgatory's the first town that ever tamed a town tamer.

Come on Sabin, run from the sight

Sabin's afraid. Coward.

l say, let's make him give our money back.

-Yeah. -Yeah.

He can't, l already sent it to the Cassavedas woman.

(crowd talking) -Go on, git on your horse,

-and git on outta town. -You're a marshal? What kind

of marshal are you? Afraid to even drawyour gun. Coward.

She was in his office with him. l always thought she was true

to Hoag.

To you, Johnny Naco. You, you made him run like a yellow dog,

huh?

You paid me enough to kill him. But, not enough to make me do

what l'm doin' to him.

Well, what is it you want, Johnny?

Your life.

No Johnny, no.

He made me ashamed to see my brother ridiculed. Makin' him

run like a dog. Pray over him.

Come on, Mary. Put that cannon down.

What's the matter, Mary? l set you free.

l cut you free from the cripple.

That's close enough. You can't miss from there

You don't bluff down, do ya?

You better get a good grip on that trigger, kid. Cause l'm

gonna shoot you about three times before you can pull it.

l'll take that bet.

Mary, put that gun down.

lt's ten minutes til six, Tom.

Won't it ever stop? Must it be your own brother now?.

Once l stop, l'm dead. Can you stop?

l thought l could. But, when it came right down to it, l really

couldn't. Guess it runs in the family.

Well, so long,Tom.

You can mean that two ways, Johnny boy.

See you in church.

Help you for now?.

See that things are taken care of.

Sure, sure Tom.

Town's yours now, Sabin. Say the word.

You knowyou don't have to leave now.

-Stay, be the marshal. -Sorry, Mary.

Mr. Sabin, the town wants you for marshal.

-Please, Tom. -Remember Mary, l could never

have a happy woman. l'm headin' for Tombstone.

l'll see you there.

Come on, Tom.

So long, Marshal.

This was in '73, the land of men with guns. Some fast, others a

little faster. One the fastest gun of all.