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(emotionally stirring orchestral music)

(soft music)

(men shouting)

(guns firing aggressively)

(horse snorting softly)

(guns firing aggressively)

(cows galloping softly)

- Well, Sheriff, did you catch 'em?

- Sorry Mr. Mulford, they got away.

- What, again?

Now look here, Sheriff.

'M losing some of my best stock to these rustlers,

and no one seems able to do anything about .

If you can't catch 'em,

you might at least find out who they are.

Radigan, what am l paying you for?

(Radigan mumbles)

Get our boys back to their work.

- All right men, let's go; wait a minute.

- What's the meaning of this, stranger?

Who are these armies and who are you?

- Are you the sheriff?

- You know who l am, answer my question.

- Well, name's Buck Gordon.

Well these hombres here, they didn't introduce themselves.

Thatis their name.

- Now straight talkin's gonna help you a sight more

than beatin' around the bush.

- All right, Sheriff, l happened to be ridin' over a hill.

These hombres here started somethin' that l had to finish.

They were so doggone busy buryin' a hide

that they didn't see me watchin' 'em.

Anybody here recognize this brand?

- Yes, that's my brand.

And this hide is ffom one of my best calves.

- You'd think they wouldn't bury one of their own hides.

- Guess this job's too big for you, Sheriff.

Here comes a man, single-handed,

brings in two of the rustlers.

And you and all your posse couldn't even catch sight of 'em.

- Well, listen, 1-- - Never mind.

Here's your (mumbling).

There's your prisoners.

See if you can hold onto them til they're brought to trial.

- All right men, let's get 'em outta here.

Come into the house Gordon, l wanna have a talk with you.

You want a job?

- Doin' what?

- Catchin' the rest of those rustles.

- Sure.

- You're hired.

Why we got more men now than you can keep busy.

Gotta get rid of some of 'em.

Oh this is Radigan, my former.

- How do you?

Nice to know ya.

- You don't have to worry about keeping Gordon busy.

He'll be responsible to me.

Here.

Put your John Hancock on this piece of paper.

- We don't need no piece of paper.

If we can't get along without my name bein'

On a plece of paper, we can't get along with .

Don't you worry, I'll be here 'til the job's finished.

- L believe you will Gordon.

Say, how did you come to get tangled up with these rustlers?

- Oh 1 don't Know.

Vust happened to be ridin' over a hill,

saw some boys skin the hide, didn't look right.

So l just corralled them and brought them

to where l saw your crowd.

- And without firing a shot.

- Maybe you're not so good at shootin'.

- L don't see any medals hangin' on you.

- See here you two.

You've got to work together.

(horses galloping softly)

(guns firing aggressively)

- Come on man, let's get out of here.

(mumbling)

(guns firing aggressively)

- What's wrong Gordon?

- Vil show you where ya bed down.

- Say Gordon, talkin' about medails,

do you think you can match this.

(gun firing aggressively)

(metal clanking softly)

(gun firing aggressively)

(glass cracking)

(laughing)

- Well you asked for it Radigan!

Kinda gifted aint ya?

Thanks.

- When do we start?

- You've already started.

And tomorrow you're hitting the trail

high, wide and handsome.

(laughing)

(horse galloping softly)

(people shouting in the distance)

- Rustlers!

(cows galloping softly)

- Come on, let's get outta here!

(guns firing aggressively)

(horse galloping softly)

(horse galloping softly)

(guns firing aggressively)

- Look like you've come a long way, partner.

You reckon you'd go home if l turned ya loose?

Well we try it.

Alll right son, start out, let's see where you go.

- We don't know who this fella Gordon is

or where he came from.

And just because he can fight and shoot.

- L Khow what I'm doing.

(horse galloping softly)

- The sheriff sent me over to tell ya

that them rustlers who you were taking in yesterday escaped!

- Escaped?

Well the next time we'll not only catch 'em,

but we'll put 'em in jail for ya.

Tell that to the sheriff.

What have you got to say to that Radigan?

- Well it just verifies was l was tellin' ya,

the whole thing was a frame up to get

this Gordon a job here.

For all we kKnow he's one of the rustlers.

(horse galloping softly)

- Ghost City.

L wonder if you're kiddin' me horse.

Go on.

(horse galloping softly)

- So you did find your way home huh?

There you go pal.

Come on up here and get a drink.

You know you're a mighty fine horse

but you just been in bad company, that's all.

(guns firing aggressively)

(laughing)

- Who are you?

Why did you shoot him?

- That's just what l was going to ask you.

Are you in the habit of going around shooting men like this?

- You know very well l didn't shoot him.

- Oh, do l?

(gasping)

- Look!

- L got fooled that way once when l was real young.

- But l saw something l tell you.

An awful grinning face,

over there where you came from.

- Probably a ghost.

This is Ghost City, isn't it?

- Tel you K wasn't a ghost, tt was real.

- You're liable to see anything around

an old deserted mining town like this.

But if you're agreeable, we'll both go over and take a look.

- All right.

There he is!

- Hey!

Wait a minute!

(wood thudding softly)

Looks like a secret entrance to a hideout.

Vil have a lookK.

You walt here.

Give me that gun!

- What do you mean?

You give me back my gun!

- You don't need that gun miss, as far as 'm concerned.

You might accidentally shoot me.

You hear a noise, holler.

Doggone-it.

- Oh.

Hey mister, mister!

Come on up!

- Now what's the matter with ya?

- The man you killed, he's gone!

- The man l killed? - Yes.

- Oh quit your foolin' with me.

Somebody's dizzy and it aint me.

- Why.

Why you don't think that 12?

- Oh no, no, no indeed.

Víihink V go back and find out

where that hole leads to.

Better put yourself undercover

and stay there 'til l get back.

(horses galloping softly)

- What are you doin' in here?

- L don't know.

And it's any of your business.

(screaming)

- Put her in the wagon! - No!

- Get her outta here! (screaming)

- Let me go!

Help!

Help, help!

Let me go, let me go, let me go!

Help, help!

(screaming)

Help!

Let me go!

Help!

- Come on let's get outta here!

(screaming)

- Please help!

(horse galloping softly)

(horse galloping softly)

(groaning)

- Let me go!

Help!

(guns firing aggressively)

- Keep goin' Skip!

(gun firing aggressively)

Come on, get on Skip.

(guns firing aggressively) - Help!

(groaning)

Help!

Help!

(horse galloping softly)

(screaming)

(soft music)