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In 1860, westward expansion was halted by the Civil War.

More Americans died in that war than in any previous conflict...

due, in part, to a new repeating rifle called the Winchester.

It proved to be a product of man's genius to create

and his capacity to destroy.

After the war, the Winchester went west with the settlers.

It provided protection from the elements and from the Indians.

The Indians discovered the power of the rifle quickly.

At Little Big Horn, they had repeaters.

Custer didn't.

Two hundred and twenty troopers died because of that power.

One out of every thousand Winchesters was absolutely perfect

in balance, in sighting and in its power to kill.

This is the story of a one-of-a-thousand Winchester.

All right now. Anybody,

everybody who wants a chance to shoot for the Winchester,

pay your money and get your number from the judge.

Hey, Lin, what's the idea of those birds?

Well, the ladies gotta have their doves.

♪

The weather's fine. The sun will shine. Stand in line.

Get away from me, kid. You bother me.

Lin McAdam-- Three will get you five. Three will get you five.

Brother, you've got a lucky number. Everybody wins.

All right. Let's make a line here.

Come on.

Lot of faces here I ain't seen before.

And a lot I'm hoping not to see afterward, Pa.

The gun brings 'em out.

One-of-a-thousand Winchester.

They come from California, the panhandle or Pike's for a chance at it.

Somebody's gonna be mighty happy.

Maybe so, Uncle Bart, but the rest are gonna find it's been a long trip.

And Onyx ain't no place for a cowboy New Year.

Whoa! Whoa!

Boy. Do you know the Winchester?

Where you from, mister? Where you been?

Never mind.

There's two bits, boy.

Now you tell me all about the gun.

Mister, it's the sweetest thing in the territory.

I'm telling you, mister, a Winchester '73,

and one-of-a-thousand to boot.

President Grant's got one. Buffalo Bill, he's got the second.

This here's the third. Ain't nary another.

Yeah, so I hear.

Why'd the McAdam brothers put it up for a shoot?

A gun like that must have taken a long time to make.

Maybe they figure Ben's sons will win it and keep it in the family.

- How much to shoot? - Five dollars-- gold.

You register me, boy.

Get me a number, bring it to me, and it'll be a dollar for you.

Yes, sir!

Where'll you be at, mister?

Oh, one barbershop or another. Find me.

Now hurry up, boy.What's the name, mister?

Dakin McAdam.

Any trouble, get the sheriff to help you, boy.

He spells his name the same.

Lin McAdam, 3-to-5. Bet the field at five.

Five. Everybody, five. It's your lucky day, brother.

Here, the field at five. You'll have luck.

Everybody wins today. Nobody loses.

Lucky day. Lucky day.

All right, boys.

♪

All right, gentlemen, place your bets.

Hey, when I win big, let's don't stop being friends.

Name of the game is blackjack.

Nolan don't allow us to play friends.

Not even a pretty face palms that ace off on me a second time.

You named the game, and it ain't friends.

Why don't you show old Nolan how you done it, sweetie?

One more.

Where do you want it?

I've been tryin' to get right there all night. Will you not save me?

This here is a ticket out of Onyx.

♪

You be on the noon stage for Tascosa, ma'am.

You wouldn't care to hear my side before you send me across the border?

At least listen to her, Lin.

I've heard her side of it and your side of it.

Now, you know the rules, ma'am.

Anybody that draws a gun gets a choice-- leave or jail.

Oh.

You'd lie, they'd swear to it, and he'd back you up.

The McAdam brothers. I expect any day now they'll rename the town!

Colonel Vane, all that Kentucky vintage at five.

Bet the field at five. Five, five.

You'll take the colonel and bet five?

That's a lucky day. Thank you.

And here we go.

Lin McAdam. Three will get you five.

You're a little young to handle a Winchester, ain't you, Stow?

You aimin' to use a slingshot, Stow? You might win at that.

It ain't for me.

Earning me a dollar to get his name down and get his number.

Well, what's his name?

Dakin McAdam. Same last name as yours.

It worked.

The Winchester brought him home.

He wouldn't come for me, but he came for that gun.

Where is he, Stow?

Where is he, son? Take me to him.

Don't worry, boy. You'll get your dollar.

The whiskey flows like water. Christmas Jones. Christmas Jones.

Drunk or sober, he's 10-to-1.

Ten-to-one for Christmas Jones.

♪

I shorten the sideburns, no?No.

You got face like baby, like priest.

Dakin?

Dakin.

Did you get my number, boy?

Dollar in my coat. Get it.I paid him.

Thanks, mister.

I talked Ben into puttin' up the Winchester.

You always fancied that gun.

I figured it would bring you home, if nothing else would.

Yeah, I always fancied that gun.

Six years.

You served your time, and I served mine.

I'm gettin' old.

Dakin.

Son, I'd give six more years to get those back for you.

Yeah.

Make it up to me.

Lock yourself in a cellar for six years.

Twice a day, you eat corn mush...

and a strip of rotten sow belly.

Beans on the seventh so you know it's a Sunday.

You know how many Sundays in six years? Ask me.

I saved a bean for each one.

I used to count 'em in the dark, like a rosary.

Six years.

Six years.

You can think it all out pretty good...

because there's nothin' else to do...

'less you and the half-breed in with you want to beat up on each other.

I beat him good,

hoping he comes back on me hard.

Anything to fill out six years.

Son--

I did my time, thanks to you.

Only thing you can do for me you already done...

Putting up the Winchester as prize.

I always had a real fancy for that gun.

♪

Odds on you are awfully low.

People still remember you got a good eye... for a lot of things.

Knowin' your eye for comin' down heavy on the right side,

I figure you bet against yourself, Cousin.

Still, six years is a long while. Man's eye could go off.

A few years don't change a man's eye or his mouth.

Dakin. How are you?

Be good shootin' with you again.

I remember when our guns had the game in these parts ready to shoot back or surrender.

I hear it's not a contest.

Already got your name cut into the stock, Cousin.

I wish.

Well, maybe we'll manage to keep it in the family.

Not if I win it. That's why I came.

A man would have to be a good shot to kill his blood and his past.

No need for you to try.

Maybe not if I was you.

Which I never was... and now more so.

He ain't changed.

Still got a chip on his shoulder, yea big.

Except now he's got a reason.

♪

All right, it's Christmas Jones at 10-to-1.

The whiskey flows like water.

Christmas Jones-- Ah. For you.

Thank you. You've made a good deal.

Let's have-- Ladies, don't you have any egg money?

♪

All right now. Everybody ready?

Fire at will!

♪

The finalists are...

Lin and Dakin McAdam.

It's even Stephen!

Lin McAdam and Cousin Dakin.

We're down to two. The odds are new.

Cousin and cousin. Let's bet a dozen.

Cousin and cousin. Here.

Oh, uh, Dakin's a first-rate marksman.

Ben, if you'd give him half a chance--

He'd ruin it.

I'm sorry, Bart, but that's the way I feel.

Whoa.

Listen, everybody! Listen!

Your attention please!

Both of these boys are shootin' for this prize.

How about lettin' 'em use it...

to find out which one deserves to own a one-of-a-thousand Winchester?

Beautiful.

You take turns... trying to drive in those nails.

You first, Lin.

Whenever you're ready.

Hold it. Let's make this quick.

♪

I don't know how to settle this.

Maybe we ought to shoot at each other.

All right, men, we'll try it on the fly.

Dakin, you're first.

We'll use a dollar...

and work down to a dime if need be.

- Ready? - Mm-hmm.

It's a hit!

And now you, Lin.

Ready?

It looks like another clean hit!

Pass the half. Throw the quarter.

Let's settle this while the light's good.

You ready?

It's a miss.

A clean, complete miss.

Your turn now, Lin.

Use the good eyes now, Lin.

Use the good eyes, boy.

You ready, Lin?

The best shot in the territory, Lin McAdam!

Dakin.

Dakin.

All right, McAdam the winner...

just bought your dinner.

You're a lucky man.

All right, there you are.

That straight-shootin' sheriff just paid the tariff.

♪

Och! We'd be there by now but for your gun.

Have you forgot your own calendar, man?

Tascosa is three days' ride.

He's right. Blessed saint's day--

Jude the Obscure.

Just five days off, Brother.

Man, it's money we're after, not damnation.

So hold your tongue, blasphemer.

- Where's the breed? - Waitin' out of town.

He can't stand the smell of people yet.

Maybe never.

All right, when you're finished here, get him and ride out.

I'll meet you before you get to Starret's.

You're still thinking about that gun, aren't you?

Gets just a little more like a woman every day, doesn't it?

Jilt you for another man. Vanity, vanity.

"All is vanity," saith the preacher.

Three years in with you was long enough.

After Tascosa, make yourself scarce.

My bones are wax.

You pour forth my flesh like water.

Your voice casts me deep into the fiery pit.

He seems all right.

He's no Indian pony. Good-lookin' horse.

I ain't buying him for his looks.

He's a Mexican horse. Got some Arabian in him.

- How much? - Forty dollars.

You got an eye for horseflesh.Easy, boy.

It looks like you're buyin' a horse for traveling, not just getting around.

I like the best when I can get it.

Well, he ain't Arabian. Saddle him.

He's got a gait, you got... 50...

for him and a saddle.

You ought to see Bart before you go.

I seen him.

He, uh, send you to find me?

A family reunion maybe?Maybe.

Lessen you're assaulted 'cause of the gun.

It's hard for a man that ain't been in jail...

to figure what it means to a man that has.

I ain't gonna try.

All I know is-- Bart, he's over at the gun shop.

See him before you go. One more time.

You hear me, Dakin?

Perfect.

One of a thousand.

Just gonna inscribe Lin's name on it.

You, uh, come over to see Bart?

No, I-- I came to see her.

What are you doing with that gun, boy?

Deciding whether to say good-bye to it...

or with it.

You're backtracking.

Ain't you learned nothin' in six years?

That gun will make you a marked man in this territory.

Why, you ain't even a good thief.

That's Lin's gun, and he's gonna have it.

Don't do it, Uncle. Don't try me.

Oh, no.

Dakin!

Stay up. Word just came in from Leon Carew.

He saw him headin' out the Tascosa road.

He wasn't saving his horse.

We can catch him at Starret's easy. He's gotta go through there.

I said Dakin's heading for Starret's.

I heard.

Funeral's in the morning. We can pick up the trail then.

There aren't many places he can go in Indian country.

What is this to you, Sheriff? Just another routine killing?

I'll deputize you.

I don't need a license to kill the man who shot down my father.

You think I don't want to get him?

You gonna tell that to me straight out?

One way is a blood feud. The other's the law.

Killin' is easy.

That's Dakin's style.

But somehow, the hard way ain't never been your down card.

Hyah!

Dan ain't here. Is he comin'?

He left... last night,

as soon as he heard Dakin took the Tascosa road.

You let him go?

Figured to catch him at Starret's.

Wasn't no talkin' to him. His blood was too loud.

But Dan will kill him.

You promised me he'd get a fair trial.

Promised you? Yes, I promised you.

With my father riding up ahead of me in a coffin, I promised you.

If your son was here right now, I'd kill him.

How's that for a promise?

He'll get his trial,

but he'll take his chances 'till my father's decently in the ground.

Hungry, tired or thirsty?

You seen two men and a breed come through?

Last night.

They left outta here early before I got up to start the stove.

I, uh, need my animal fed,

and I'll take some of your whiskey

'less you got some tequila that's wandered north.

You lookin' for some company?

If I was, I wouldn't be here.

Where you headed?

Depends on the next stage.

- Like that? - Just like that.

What do you plan on doin' till the stage gets here?

I'm gonna sit right here and drink my coffee.

Fair enough.

All this killin', there's no need.

Out here, a man breaks another over his knee like a stick of kindling.

You thinking of him or Dakin?

Lin, I delivered him. I took him from his ma.

He was blue until I slapped the first breath into him.

I cut his cord and tied it.

You don't know yet what it means to be a father.

Dakin is my flesh and blood,

my own.

And he was myown.

I know what it means to be a son.

I told you.

It was self-defense, an accident.

I saw it.

Dakin didn't mean to kill him.

It was an accident. I'll find him, and we'll prove it to you.

You prove it to a jury-- An accident, for your sake.

Otherwise, you might have better slapped that first breath back outta him.

Who do those belong to?

Him.

High-Spade Johnny Dean.

Any of those guns for sale?

I don't collect them for a hobby.

Pick out anything you want.

They got bent iron, every one.

They're still a bargain.At how much?

$300.

$300?Cash.

Maybe that's how much you get from the Indians, but not from me.

The Indians need guns.

You need a gun.

Don't occur to me there's much difference--

not in the customers, not in the price.

Are you makin' some kind of comment?

Well, I guess that's for you to decide.

Just like if you want that handgun.

Only, if you ain't gonna buy it,

make sure you put it back in the same place.

You know the rules.

This is my place and my law.

Any fuss, I handle it right on the spot.

And I got a graveyard in the back to prove it.

Jake, Jake, Jake. It's gonna be a real pleasant evening.

I didn't catch your name.McAdam.

McAdam,

that is a beautiful rifle.

I'd pay a price for that.

I bought it for about as high a price as a man can pay.

I'm not interested in selling.

For, say, any pair of handguns you fancy,

any one of my rifles,

all the ammunition you need...

and, say--

300 gold.

- No deal. - No deal.

You, uh, good with a deck of cards?

Well, matter of fact, I am.

Stud. Table stakes?

Table stakes.

A man named High-Spade must, uh, have a certain reputation.

Do you know how to deal?

Some.

Good. Make a living.

You can tap the pot.

Stud poker. Table stakes.

Cut.

A card, a card and a gamblin' card.

Easy, boy. Don't tempt 'em beyond reason.

Make me a slight detour.

Twenty.

Mmm. Twenty.

And... 50 more.

Do you have that straight?

It'll cost you 50 to find out.

I don't have it.

Call for what you got.

Unless, I, uh,

well, lend you 300...

on that Winchester.

All right.

300.300.

Aw, come on, come on, come on.

I'll buy that Winchester from you right now.

$400 gold.

No deal.

No deal.

Hey, horse, you ain't no camel.

Too much water will break you down, amigo.

So, how much have you got left?

Forty-six dollars.Forty-six.

All of it.

I want that rifle.

I've got business.

Showdown. Cards comin' out.

Three little sevens beats two pair.

Why, I wouldn't leave a man naked.

You can take one of those handguns.

I guess I got no kick.

Oh, no.

I'll hold on to the cartridges 'till I get back.

I'm selling my guns today, and I wouldn't want my mind troubled...

with the thought of you behind me,

that .45 loaded.

Jake.

Sell me a box of cartridges.

I don't sell weapons or ammunition. You know that.

Besides, you're a trifle short.

That's it, bucko! Get!

It's been a pleasure.

It's been a real pleasure.

I come back,

I'll have the tariff for a month of Sundays.

Mm-hmm.

And another year of Wednesdays.

I'll be here.

Unless I'm not.

Which case, I took the stage into Tascosa.

You'll be here.

Yay.

Glad to see you once more, Sun Rider.

High-Spade Johnny Dean, we are met.

One of my tribe, Wild Bear.

Yeah, sure.

These are the rifles?

Yeah. Rifles, handguns.

Uh, plenty shells.

You brought the gold?

As I have said.

Wait.

These rifles are old, worn out.

We were told of new rifles--

The kind with which our people beat the yellow hair at the Little Big Horn.

Who does the dealing for your tribe, Sun Rider?

You or that one?

The trader is right. We had agreed.

These are weapons as he always brings.

To us, he brings bent weapons.

But for himself, he has this.That's too much medicine for you.

With our gold, he buys this.That's too much gun for you.

- I want this gun! - That's a rifle belonging to a chief.

No!

He is dead.

And we are dead.

For one rifle, you destroy our hopes to get all rifles.

- Thereare rifles. - One load.

And he will never bring more. It is done.

I will go out...

and with this rifle, I will do great things.

I will come back with great deeds on my belt.

The days of great deeds are no more.

Now it is gold... and guns.

With this gun, I will do great things.

Hyah! Hyah!

Well, looks like you got the high spade.

Thanks.

Well, well, well. Look who's here.

Where's your brother?

Is he comin' along behind?

Or shall we play for keeps?

The kind of game I got in mind with you, I'm afraid I might win.

You seen a man with a Winchester ride through?

Yeah. I see him regular.

He's gone.

But the gun you're looking for is comin' back.

Too bad.

Lots of things a gun can't do...

even if it loves you back.

Speak plain. He killed my father.

What do you mean coming back?

Why don't you just wait and find out?

Hold it right there!

Buckshot and ball. A near miss would kill you.

You got the wrong man.

That's High-Spade Johnny Dean. He's got your gun.

And that ain't reason for killing in my place.

Anybody moves...

gets blown in half.

That's perfect, Cousin.

So what brings you away from the good life in Onyx?

What are you figurin' to do, Starret,

keep us all standing here like decorations?

Just you.

I ran youoff once.

Now I'm gonna give you a half hour start,

and then I'm gonna let him go.

Once you're off my land, you can kill each other twice a day.

Move carefully when you come after me, Dan.

I might be behind any tree.

Or under any flat rock.

You're running on your half hour now.

Cousin, remember.

I die real hard.

You would make an awful mess on my floor.

Why don't you sit down?

Starret, I need another mount. Name a price.

I got just the stock I need,

and I ain't in the business for outfitting a killing.

Looks like I got company on the stage.

Dakin's up the road, half an hour.

You hear? A half an hour.

How do, ma'am?

You're lettin' him get away!

If you don't want to ride, let me.

I ride my horse and then I rest him.

You want your horse alive more than you want Dakin dead.

Well, that's the difference between us.

I want Dakin. You want Dakin dead.

Lin! Good luck!

Ah, the sound of the cart-- it groans with its load.

This is a good sound to my ears.

If San Jude were here, he would be pleased.

And bless us again with the abundance of God.

And you, my child, your cross is the best gift of all.

It's heavy, papá.

I hope San Jude appreciates its weight and the heat of the day.

Elisa, in the cart!

Maria! !¡Muchachos, ándale! !¡AÁndale!

Muchachos,stay back. Stay back!

God in heaven. How many are there?

They hide. They are invisible, these Comanches.

There may be a hundred of 'em.

It is 10 years ago, the last time they attacked us.

Augustín, quickly!

Augustín.

There are more of them hiding.

And we have two pistols and one box of bullets.

Ramón, one of us must get to Tascosa for help.

Otherwise, they will kill us one by one.

Ramón, when I move, you fire.

San Jude, bless me.

Now!

!¡Señor! !¡Señor!

!¡Señor!Help me, señor!

He's gone. !¡Amigos! Amigos, muchachos,he's gone.

Señor, señor,your gun has driven him off and saved my life.

You will do me the honor of accepting my hospitality.

We will light a fire--Not yet, my friend.

You understand wrong.

He knows I've got a rifle just like his.

He's throwing down a challenge for me to meet him head-to-head.

We will come with you. We have the pistols!

You come with me, and you'll be killed. You stay here, you'll be safe.

Either way,

with these pistols, you won't change anything.

Under the wagon. Quickly, everyone, down.

Put your head down.

Ay! The gringo has killed the Indian!

Amigos, muchachos,the gringo has killed the Indian!

Hey, it's beautiful!

Santiago, do you know what this is?A rifle.

A weapon-- but of what a quality!

- It is the Indian's gun. - I found it.

Hey! Now I have a weapon equal to the gringo's weapon.

You? The Indian attacked us all.

It belongs to us all.Whose daughter found it?

It belongs to Santiago Ortega and no one else.

What about Augustín? He was shot by the Indian. He deserves something.

Ha. Who risked his life to get the gringo to fight the Indian?

I did! Therefore, clearly, this is mine.

My pistols saved us to be saved by the gringo.

Ifound it.

Let me have it.Ooh!

Madre mía.

Ooh.

As of this moment, I feel much older.

Santiago, this weapon--No, no.

This weapon is accursed.

Elisa, you found it. You can carry it safely.

The rest of you will stay here and take care of Augustín.

We will take it to the padre.

He will bless it. Then maybe we can keep it without fear.

He will cast out the devil with the help of San Jude.

Adiós, amigos.

You seen the preacher in town?

Thinkin' to gettin' married?

A funeral was more what I had in mind.

Yes, I seen Preacher. Friend with him last night.

Must be sleepin' it off somewhere.

Don't give 'em any more to drink.

Mister, you put them on the wagon yourself.

Oh, tiger, sweet tiger!

So ferocious! Those claws!

Those white teeth so ready to bite Larouge.

Well, not yet, chico. Not yet.

Another glass. English whiskey-- my private stock.

Be my guest.

I can't stop now, Mother. But I'll be back.

Mother? Why, you... mule!

Be careful. Careful. I'm not one of your rosebuds.

They sure smell pretty, Mother.

I've seen their thorns. Make 'em sit down.

I'll be back.

Your whiskey will be waiting for you, chico.

Dearly beloved, we are gathered here in the sight of his infinite mercy...

to consider but one thing--Yeah. How soon we can get how rich.

You never looked more at home.

Perfect.

Yeah. It does add the perfect touch.

And just the right size.

Drink!

Drink!

Have you no better than that for a man?

When we finish, you can drink yourself to death, and in grand style.

Nothin' until then. Now talk to me.

Three nights I've been watchin'...

while you've been I don't know where.

11:00 till morning, there's nobody there.

Nobody.

I never once saw a soul.

Just waitin' for someone to take it.

Tonight.

Dakin.

Cousin.

I'm surprised. I was expecting the other one.

Lin McAdam? Cousin?

You related to this lawman?

McAdam, I guess I owe you a drink.

Half of the customers I get in here are on account of you.

And the other half just naturally like your company.

Which is it with him?

An unfriendly thing to say, Cousin.

If Dan was here, one of you'd be lying leaking on the floor right now.

I promised Bart that wouldn't happen.

Well, maybe you promised more than you can deliver.

Bart says he saw it. Says Ben drew on you first.

Now that sounds reasonable, doesn't it?

I mean, why would I gun down an old man?

That's for a jury to decide.

I promised Bart you'd get a fair trial.

You think this is your territory?

You think you can bring back your man?

Mm-mmm. Not unless I say so.

Tascosa is my territory.

There's worse things than a gunfight.

Course, I ain't spent six years in jail.

Don't make the wrong move, Cousin.

Those petunias around you can shoot as good as they smell.

I'm tryin' it this way once to get you alive.

I ain't gonna try it this way again.

And I'm not ready to go back to an Onyx jury.

You take your time.

I'll give you till mornin' to change your mind.

But there's gonna be a trial or an inquest.

There ain't gonna be no third way.

Dakin wasn't any harum-scarum cut-up.

Not at 16 nor since.

Those ranchers wanted their feed money for the winter.

They came to get their bank back, in a posse.

And you never made a mistake?

Well, I never robbed a bank...

and then went and hid out at home and asked my old man to lie for me.

Did I, Uncle Bart?

The sheriff or the posse. Choose one.

Six years in jail is better than being dead.

Why don't you leave him alone?

Because his son killed my father.

It was a mistake, an accident.

If Ben was alive, he'd tell you the same thing.

What have I got to do to make you believe it?

If you were there, why didn't you stop 'em?

Well, I-I...

I tried to get between them, but there wasn't time.

How far away were you?

Well, were you five feet away? Were you 10 feet?

Or were you standing on the stairs? Or what?

I-I can't remember.

I-I was about... 10 feet away, I guess.

Ten feet away.

And after the shot, you couldn't cross those 10 feet...

and hold Dakin and keep him from getting away.

Help keep him from makin' it look like murder.

If he'd have stayed, I'd have believed you.

But you let him go.

You let him go because you knew it was no mistake.

You know your own son. And you know it was murder.

Yes...

Maybe I could have stopped him.

Yeah, I-I could have stopped him.

But I know you too.

Many ways, you're like Dakin.

Sweet as well-water,

and the next minute cold...

and hot with a temper fit to kill--

A-And both at the same time.

I was afraid. I was afraid you'd kill him.

Before he could kill me.

That's why I let him go.

And you proved me right.

He's right.

I seen you both.

You're a lot alike.

The same blood.

There's one big difference.

He killed my father.

Hey! Hey!

Whoa now.

Where is he?

Welcome to Tascosa, ma'am.

Where is he?Over at the cantina.

Let's go.You haven't got a chance.

He's as safe as a two-headed dog with a bite on both ends,

which is a lot safer than you or me right now.

He's got Larouge for a petticoat.

Your word to me didn't mean a thing.

He made it plain. The trial was your idea, not his.

I gave him till mornin' to change his mind,

which is the last thing I expect, or him either.

I can wait 'till tomorrow morning.

Let's eat.

I'll talk to him, Lin.

I've still got your word that he gets a fair trial,

and I'll make him come back.

You're wastin' your time.

I guess I'd do the same if I was you.

My word's the same, Uncle, 'till morning.

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You brought your whole family down on us, Brother.

Just exactly what success were you plannin' when you did that?

You had to have that rifle bad enough to kill your uncle.

I didn't want to kill him. I only wanted that gun.

If you'd just waited just a little longer,

you'd have had enough money for a hundred such rifles.

And a live uncle.

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You know, when Larouge finds out what we plan on doin' in her little town,

she won't protect you.

She'll kill you herself.

Shut up. Let me think.

I think you better do somethin' better than think.

That contained within the mind alone is often not released by the being.

Well, there's your old man.

In search of the prodigal son.

Why didn't you stay put... on your side of the street?

There's no way for you but to come back to Onyx.

Prodigal son.

For a golden ring, get a loop around my neck.

I told 'em I saw it.

I told 'em Ben picked up the gun first.

It was self-defense, an accident.

I lied to 'em, Dakin.

This time, I lied for ya.

And I'll lie again at the trial.

Maybe it wasn't a lie.

Dan's dangerous, but Lin's a fair man.

He'll see you get treated square.

Ben never liked you. Everybody knew that.

You'll get your day in court, and we'll make it big.

You can't keep runnin' forever.

Maybe. Maybe so.

If you say you saw it.

That's right.

This time, I'm right.

Show me how you dealt that ace.

It was pretty.Not pretty enough to fool you.

Well, I was just hoping and guessing.

And I was just lucky.

Mind if I smoke? Sheriff?

Hmm?

Do you mind if I smoke?

No, I don't mind.

Why ask him? Why don't you ask me? I might mind.

'Cause somehow, I wouldn't mind even if you did mind.

That's why I didn't ask you.

Yeah, come on in.

He'll do it. He's ready to talk it over.

Where?Lin, he's scared. He doesn't trust anybody.

Where?He wants a neutral place.

The Church of St. Jude, at midnight.

The padre will be a witness.

In a church? Dakin?

- Well, a church is safe. - Not with Dakin in it.

You've got to trust him that far.

I don't like it.

But I don't like my other choices either.

You'll meet him, then?

- Yep. - Thank you.

All right, we go. But I don't like it on his ground.

- No, not you. Just Lin. - Just Lin?

- He doesn't trust you. - He doesn't trust me?

You let him get you alone in that church, and he'll bushwhack you.

He'll kill you.

I'll stand with Lin as security he'll keep his word.

He'll kill you too.

Don't do it.

Let's hope it isn't Judas instead of St. Jude.

Nobody here but the padre.

You want that trial, Dakin, all you got to do is give up your gun.

A fair trial.As fair as humanly possible.

And I'll testify for you, Dakin.

As fair as humanly possible.

Now, to my mind, that ain't much of a guarantee.

I'm gonna have to take you, Dakin. Now is as good a time as any.

Now wait.

You being a shooting champ, I thought to even the odds.

The fair trial is over. He brought in the verdict himself.

You know, I told you once, and you should've remembered.

A man's been in jail don't even think like a man who ain't.

Jail or even the thought of jail, that's poison.

And nobody can make me eat.

There's no other dirt you wouldn't eat.

Look at him.

He'll kill us 'cause we know what he is.

We know how much dirt he's ate to get here.

Dakin--I thought you only gunned down old men.

Larouge's, you had your chance at me-- man-to-man.

Man to what?

To get you, I'd have had to kill your bride.

Now, you go on and kill me.

But kill me good and kill me twice.

'Cause I'm gonna come over that gun, and I'm gonna kick out your guts!

Thou shalt smash 'em like a potter's vessel.

Break them with a rod of iron.

Get up. Get him up.

Get in that pew.

Kneel down.

Kneel down and put your hands up where we can see them.

I want everything to look natural.

Make like you're praying.

Maybe you better really pray.

Cause there's killin' a man, and there's killin'a man.

Throw your gun, man.

We've little enough time for the work we got to do.

You've as good as killed me now.

What else is left for you to do?

This.

All the little farmers...

come out of the hills with their... offerings.

All the miners from Alamos,

Laredo...

and Santa Clara...

bring their treasures...

to entreat the protection of St. Jude...

for one more year.

This'll make up for six years.

No news is good news.

Usually.

Beautiful hair.

Indian hair.

My mother.

What was she?

Apache.

Your father?

I wish I knew.

Where is he? Why doesn't he come?

No words. No shots. No nothin'.

If he needs you, he'll call you.

Be quite a change for you.

Getting a chance to help big brother.

You might learn to like it.

Splendid funeral, Preacher.

What about them? Your kin?

Leave 'em to me.

I'll be glad to ease your burden. I don't want any witnesses.

Particularly that lawman.You think I do?

I told you I'd take care of 'em.

Now get hitched up and get out of here.

Well--Get the horses.

I'm goin'.

You men like guns.

You like to kill each other, or you wouldn't do it.

Seems like a waste.

I hope he's all right.

Your brother's a man I fancy.

Dan?

If you see him,

tell him I'm all even now for back in Onyx.

Just keep staring straight ahead.

The Winchester.

It's all coming to me.

Everything. Give it to me.

Oh, no. Don't be frightened. Come here.

Come here. Give it to me.

It's my gun.

No, no. Wait.

Outside-- you and me, man-to-man.

Dakin!

Hyah! Hyah! Git!

Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah!

It's gonna be... a short trial.

Your old man--

He would have shot me for you.

Would have kill a man for his son.

Bart...

Bart didn't see it. He lied.

He lied to help you.

He's a bad liar. You didn't believe him.

I believed him. You didn't.

You--

Wasn't any other way.

You did everything you could.

Look.

Dan and me, we'll be leavin' pretty soon and...

We could wait around and help you bury him.

That wound of yours--At the end, did he say anything?

No. Not really.

I-I just wish that I--

Uncle, that's the way he was.

I wish that he would have been different, but...

And now he's on my hands.

Different?

From what?

He came into this world clean. Like you.

Like Dan.

Everything he learned, he learned from me.

What he thought, what he wanted,

what he was.

All from me.

On your hands? No.

Not ever.

Especially not now.

You and Dan go ahead. I'll-- I'll be along.

Thanks.Forget it.

Do me one more favor.

I could use company on the way back to Onyx.Sure.

I could use it when we get back too.

I'll think about it.