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Don't turn around.

Just keep your hands around that tin of coffee.

- You're Crown. - I am Crown.

I'm Felix Gauge.

And my brother Gene.

I got a picture of two in my office.

His jokes go with a deal?

I don't make a deal with the likes of you two.

There's no joke.

I'll decide that.

Let's hear it.

Shay Wells.

The gunfight... That one, we were there.

And that shoot up down in Garver.

Garver, yeah, that one, too.

What's that mean in prison time?

That's up to the judge.

What's it mean, three years, five?

You could get hung for that bank holdup at Gaemon.

We never touched Gaemon.

Well, how about cutting up that posse at Indian Flats?

- We was nowhere near Indian Flats. - No.

I suppose you never rode with Billy Rogers either.

Come on, Crown, let's separate the fictions from the facts.

Gauge...

you were making a lot of noise up and down the outlet.

Getting so they're thinking about naming a place after you.

Well, that winter we weren't within 200 miles of the outlet.

I wrote the judge a letter and told him about that.

Well, then you won't mind me doing a little bit of backtracking.

That wasn't in the deal.

It is the deal.

Judge Hayes is gonna take a plea of guilty

for Shay Wells and Garver.

I'll be looking into the rest of it.

There ain't no rest.

Now we ride out, Felix.

I got a itch.

We ride right across them blue mountains

and down to the panhandle and straight to the Rio Grande.

Yeah, and get cut down for bounty!

They've got $15,000 on our heads!

Probably because of a bunch of lies.

Well, you listen to him.

He's telling you we're dead either way.

We ain't gonna hang for something we didn't do!

You get that through your head.

You got more respect for the judge than that,

otherwise you wouldn't have written him.

We ride out we don't like how it's going?

Only place you're gonna be riding is back to Cimarron.

Face a judge.

He's out on circuit now.

Your trial's gonna be held in ten days.

You're coming in voluntarily.

- Bounty taken off? - As long as you're in my custody.

You two make no mistake about it...

You're gonna be throwing yourselves on the mercy of the court.

(scoffing)

You sure have got our interest at heart, Mr. Crown.

I can read that.

I got ten days and I'm gonna use 'em.

And you're gonna be getting what's coming to you,

one way or the other.

Now, if you don't like the terms,

you can go back to sleeping in the hills.

If you do, follow me.

It's a hot day, a long ride back

and it isn't getting any cooler.

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(clanking)

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Expecting somebody important on the stage today, Francis?

Stage ain't even due for an hour.

Wow.

I guess the talk was right.

They're surrendering for trial.

Look so young.

Mac, give me a hand.

15,000 on their heads.

What a couple of 5-cent bullets would have brought

if somebody had got 'em before Crown.

Mr. Gauge, will you hold it right there?

Just one second, Jim...

- That's good. - (popping)

Fine, thank you.

That dance celebrating our homecoming?

The Wayfarer's Inn is gonna be closed until further notice.

Come on.

Gauge brothers.

- (clattering) - Oh...

I hope you won't mind our table manners, miss.

Been on the hungry side a better part of a week.

Well, from the rate you're going, I think you...

need a couple more steaks.

Got to hand it to you, Crown.

I sure like the way you manage these accommodations.

Your room is at the top of the stairs,

first door on the right.

There's a bolt on the inside

and shutters on the window.

You're sure going to a large expense on our account.

It's a lot less expensive than chasing you over the territory.

Said ten days.

Can't be any quicker?

No, the judge won't be back any sooner.

And I'm gonna need every minute to check you out.

You still calling us liars?

You try to tell me why the name of Gauge

was linked with the Billy Rogers' gang?

He was making a hellhole below the South Flats.

Well now, that whole winter, Felix was holed up down in Sinarro

with a slug in his lung.

I was playing nurse maid to him.

A contract busted some ranchers down there.

You didn't answer my question.

I don't know why we were tied in with Billy Rogers.

But if you think there's anything more to it, Crown,

you're gonna have to prove it.

That's the way I see it.

Now 50 yards to the north there's a town hall.

50 yards to the south is a barber shop.

Those are your limits.

You step outside those limits without me or one of my deputies,

I'll hand over a $15,000 voucher

to the man who brings your bodies back.

You said the bounty was off.

As long as you're in my custody.

- What about our guns? - You'll get 'em back.

If and when.

Are we supposed to walk down that street without 'em?

Well, you walk down that street with 'em

it's gonna be an open invite to the first draw-crazy kid

who wants to try you out.

Makes sense.

Well, the territory paying our funeral expenses, too?

Nobody's gonna draw on an unarmed man, not around here.

If he does, he knows there'll be a rope waiting for him.

Now, if anybody leans on ya, you don't lean back.

You come running to me and I'll straighten it out.

- Now, you got that clear? - Clear.

Have a good stay.

He sure got a long, hard nose on him.

He's a man that does a job, that's all I'm asking.

This where all that magic takes place.

The cook has a weakness for flattery.

Thank you.

You look different.

I feel different.

The man gets the dirt cleaned off him

doesn't have to apologize anymore.

That's a strange way of putting it.

I don't suppose there's any sense in me telling you

you're the prettiest thing in Cimarron.

You know that already.

Mr. Gauge.

Oh, excuse me.

Gene.

Well, I wasn't totally sure, but thank you.

Your, uh, time being taken up any?

In what way?

Well, I expect I'm about a week late asking you to that dance tonight?

Well, I'm on the ladies refreshment committee

so I'll be working.

Yeah, I expect you wouldn't be too happy being seen with me anyhow.

That's not true.

Well, you're gonna be busy taking that cake to the dance

but what about after?

- Well... - Let's just say you've been spoken for.

I'll be seeing you home safe after the dance,

that is if it don't bother you?

Dulcey...

don't wait for me for supper.

All right.

Don't you dare.

Why, you're getting to be quite a mind reader.

That's not so hard to do.

All right then.

How do you read that kid?

Mr. Crown, I'm a big girl now

and quite able to think for myself.

Size has got nothing to do with brains.

Why do you dislike them so?

Because I know them and their kind.

Now, maybe that kid's got a pretty smile

but he's rotten through and through.

Even his own brother can't see him for what he really is,

a born killer.

And you can prove that?

Dulcey, I'm trying to tell you something.

Jim, excuse me just a minute.

How do you like that? I made an extra print for you.

Got a frame for it and everything.

What do you want me to do with it?

Well, I thought you might wanna hang it over your desk.

It isn't every day a marshal brings in somebody like

a Felix and a Gene Gauge...

Well, do you think I could get it autographed?

(door slamming)

Did I say something wrong?

Oh, shut up.

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Thank you very much.

Have a good time at the party.

You're sure not wasting any time.

There's a lot of rocks to look under.

- Anything crawl out? - No, not yet.

Well, good luck.

Oh, uh...

Remember, 50 yards up and 50 yards down.

The dance is safe, ain't it?

As safe as prairie grass in September.

Just don't start any sparks.

Leave it be.

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Mr. Gauge, I read a whole book about all your gun fights.

The same one I read, son.

Beware of fairytales, there's not much truth in it.

Got your picture, too, Mr. Gauge.

Pa tore mine up.

Pa shows a lot of sense.

You a gunfighter too, Mr. Gauge?

Never was any smarter than I was.

All right, now you run along, kid.

Evening, Mr. Gauge.

Gene.

We don't have any money.

Oh, that's all right.

By the way, I put a picture in your room.

It turned out real fine.

You work for the newspaper?

Well, I'm sort of a freelance reporter.

I send in pictures and stories.

Right now I work for Marshal Crown.

Doing what?

- Um... - (crowd applauding)

I'm kind of a deputy.

You mean you're keeping an eye on us?

Hope you don't take it the wrong way.

No, it's real fine, Francis.

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You wait for the kids in this town to grow up

you can run for mayor.

Not a bad idea.

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(music stops)

Sure didn't mean to dampen things.

And who says you are?

Now let's see some more of that fancy stepping out there!

Come on!

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You're the tinderbox around here, big brother.

Don't light any sparks.

You got intentions on hiding that pretty dress behind a table all night?

Until most people get fed.

Most seem to be doing okay for themselves.

People are afraid of your brother, aren't they?

Did I say something wrong?

Let's see if I can keep track on my feet.

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Mr. Buckman.

(grunting)

Hey!

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- (gunshot firing) - (all screaming)

Mr. Buckman, you're way out of line.

Now you get a hold of yourself.

I just found out about you...

you scum.

I said get a hold.

You, you're a part of it!

Let these cutthroats, these killers go free.

Mister, we've never met.

Where do you come off with gunplay?

No.

No, but you met my son, didn't ya, huh?

You left him hanging in his own barbed wire, dying!

The Billy Rogers' gang

and the Gauge brothers... You heard all about it!

I'm not so sure about it yet.

Now you simmer down or get out.

I swear on my son's grave that

you and your brother shall reap from everything you've sown.

In the morning.

All right, everybody.

There's a lot of food and drink left.

Come on now, the night is young.

You play.

- Let's get with it. - ♪♪

Yeah, there might even be a few more laughs.

I wanna talk to you... privately.

Then follow me.

Upstairs.

I'm sorry.

It must have been very embarrassing for you.

Mr. Buckman is a very emotional man.

Mr. Buckman is a man with a big boot.

We hired out to the big boots.

Buckman and the like.

They slept in their soft beds while we slept in the hills

with saddles for pillows.

Now the range wars are over

and there's no use for us.

Just to make sure they don't have to look us in the face

they say that maybe it wasn't wrong

for hiring and paying for the killings

but just the doing of it.

You said something about seeing me home?

(chuckling)

Ms. Dulcey, you mean real well

and I thank you,

but I'm just not taking any favors anymore.

'Cause I've staked everything on this

and it's just not working out the way I want it.

I can just see it all going down the hole.

Buckman and everybody like him putting us where we never were.

That's not it.

You know you're gonna have to face Buckman and the likes

when you made the deal with Judge Hayes.

Now quit fooling around, let's get to the point.

You.

I get the feeling you're out to crucify us.

You said you wanted to pay for everything you did.

All right.

Well, I'm here to see that the law doesn't get shortchanged.

Oh, that's pretty funny coming from you, Crown.

The way I hear it, you shook a pretty rough stick yourself once

before they pinned that marshal's badge on you.

That's right.

Well, it could just as easy be you running around here,

trying to square things,

just trying to get somebody to listen to you.

You didn't have to make that deal.

You could've stayed right where you were.

Now what's the real squeeze?

I've been telling ya...

I'm trading because I want the rest of my life.

And for Gene, there's a future.

Oh, so that's it.

Gene, hmm?

He's your big stake.

He deserves a chance, Crown, he's just a kid.

Ah, he hasn't been a kid since he strapped on an iron

and started listening to those tall tales about you.

You better take a closer look at him.

I'm asking you, Crown.

Give him a chance.

The judge gives us a deal, he can get a fresh start.

All for him, is that it?

I think you see a lot of yourself in him.

And even more.

Whereas you can draw the line; maybe he can't.

Like riding on the outlet with Billy...

I told ya, he stayed with me.

We're always together.

You try pinning something on him he didn't do,

we're both gonna pay for it.

If that's true, you got nothing to worry about.

If not, cut him loose.

Otherwise... Felix, you're gonna have to pay.

And you're gonna pay the hard way.

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He's here.

Biggest man in the territory.

In good company.

Doesn't shape up better than it looks.

He runs it alone.

The man proves he doesn't deal in pennies.

One more going for us than a straight gamble.

You know, Harlin, the older you get,

the more you get to peeking around corners.

If I recollect rightly a couple I peeked around saved your neck.

(knocking)

It's open.

Mr. Harlin, Mr. Woods.

Yeah.

Rode in about an hour ago.

Signed in quiet, like you said.

Good.

I realize there wasn't too much information in that letter I sent you.

Well, uh...

the 500 cash tucked in with it said enough, Mr. Buckman.

I assume you're both well-acquainted with the situation here in Cimarron.

We know enough to see the man who guns down

Gene and Felix Gauge in that street

gets the wrong end of a rope.

Look, if you don't like the hand I dealt,

you can both just move on out of town $500 richer

and just forget that we even talked.

Real fair listening money.

Yeah.

I suppose you're riding out again today?

Mm-hmm.

Well, you're not being fair.

I've got a job to do

and I'm expected to do it.

The judge is only waiting for you to say

that the charges are unfounded.

I will when I can.

You know, you've been rubbing shoulders with outlaws and killers

for so long that you're beginning to think everybody is the same!

Well, your breeches must be just about warn out from

all that riding you've been doing.

So how do we stand?

You're looking better and better every day.

You've been at it almost a week now.

How much longer?

A day or two.

Ever hear of a Jake Mulady?

- One of Billy Rogers' men, isn't he? - Mm-hmm.

And the sheriff from Beaver City, he tracked him down.

What's that got to do with us?

That's where I'm going, Beaver City, to talk to Jake Mulady.

Still don't concern us, Crown.

We'll see about that.

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Well, Gene, told ya.

All we've got to do is sit tight and sweat it out.

Yeah.

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For the past few days he's been drinking his meals at The Cherokee.

Stays there 'til just before dark.

As for Crown, he's riding in late every night,

well after dark.

That's the pattern.

There's one thing to collect

that's not even sure on this kid.

Oh, under these circumstances,

I feel sure the territory will pay the reward.

However, if they shouldn't,

I'm prepared to guarantee the full amount.

$15,000 if the governor refuses to pay.

And, uh, we get to move on.

After it's over, you just move out,

camp someplace south of town.

All I want from you is your presence and your talents

at the exact time and place.

This so-called friend of yours you arranged for,

how reliable is he?

He's got sweaty hands.

He'll make more out of this than he can make in a year.

That makes him reliable.

Doing a lot of hard riding these days, aren't you, Marshal?

Some.

Well, have a good trip.

Do my best.

Tsk-tsk.

That's him, Mr. Gauge.

I'd know him any place.

Mr. Gauge.

If'n you was to tell me to get and leave you alone with your thoughts,

I'd do just that.

But I just couldn't resist

coming over here and sitting down with ya

and buying you a drink.

(chuckling)

That day in Carson Springs when you gunned down

them three drunken Comanche bucks...

(imitating gunshot firing)

(chuckling)

I never seen a town so scared

until you took over.

That was Felix.

Huh?

That was my brother, Felix.

I wasn't but 12 years old when that happened.

Oh.

By golly, I guess you are a might too young to be him.

Uh...

Pour yourself a drink anyway.

Get out of here.

Mean no offense to your feelings, mister.

Here I am, Deputy.

Safe by ten yards.

You tell him that, you hear?

Tell the marshal I'm a good boy.

That's all he wants to know.

Bartender?

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(keys jangling)

Big Jake Mulady.

Big enough.

Heard you rode with the James boys.

Awhile.

Terror from Kansas.

Some say.

Billy Rogers' right-hand.

Both hands.

And now you're telling the Gauge boys how to be.

(chuckling)

You fancy yourself quite a fisherman, don't you, Marshal?

Hook and line.

That's all.

That's why you ain't catching nothing.

You need bait.

Good, live bait.

How about 20 years?

30?

You're not likely to land this fish.

I might, if I had a noose at the end of the line

or a life.

The Gauges, huh?

That's my only bait.

That ain't good enough.

Think about it.

(keys jangling)

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Mr. Gauge.

Just following orders.

I'll bring him back to the inn.

Never knew ya to soak it up like this before.

Ain't doing me no good either.

Funny.

Well, then quit.

Is somebody on your mind?

Beaver City.

What crime did we ever commit in Beaver City?

Jake Mulady is there.

That don't sit with you?

All that poking around.

Finally paid off for Crown.

Come at me straight, Gene.

Well...

I rode the flats with Billy Rogers last winter.

Why didn't you tell me?

I... I know how you'd feel about it.

I wasn't making enough money contract busting.

But why, Gene?

Money.

Money.

How do you think I paid for them doctor bills?

And that cantina owner took 500 in gold

to make him forget it was Felix Gauge sick in his back room.

That's why...

Crown's been looking under rocks.

He knew it was more than the name Gauge up here last winter.

Billy Rogers.

- All them killings. - I know, not me.

Now you know me better than that.

I run 300 head of circle "W" purebred

down to the panhandle.

Jake Mulady alone.

Got me $100 for my share.

And I headed straight back to Sinarro.

Now we've got to tell Crown.

Yeah.

When was the last time you heard a rustler get less than 20 years

if he was lucky enough to make it to jail

instead of to the nearest tree?

You tell it to him.

Same as you just told it to me.

Maybe it'll get us an extra couple of years

but the judge ain't gonna lay it on thick.

Not since we give ourselves up.

Besides, he's gonna see that you're just a kid.

I ain't a kid!

- I'm as big as you are. - You shut up.

Felix, we gotta run.

Keep your voice down.

Times are different.

I told you.

There's no running.

Not anymore, not now.

So come on.

We'll get some coffee in you, some food.

And have that talk with Crown when he gets in.

Come on.

Mr. Gauge, glad I found ya.

That chestnut you rode into town is bloating something fierce.

What's the matter with it?

I don't rightly know.

The doc's down there now, fixing to put a bullet through his head.

Nobody's putting a bullet in my horse.

Gene, hunt down one of them Crown deputies

and tell him I had to go past his boundary.

Be at the livery.

Mr. Gauge, why don't you let me do it for ya?

I'm going that way anyway.

All right.

Is there anything I can get for you, Mr. Buckman?

Oh, no.

- Thanks, Tom. - Right, sir.

(crickets chirping)

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We've sure been suckered, brother.

A couple of fellas over at The Cherokee hearin' 'em talking,

planning to make an escape, you know?

I told Crown, I said, "Those two are not to be trusted."

Hello, Marshal.

Well, you heard I presume.

I heard.

Quite obvious, isn't it?

They tried to make a break, somebody heard about it,

and was out waiting for it.

Very convenient.

Sorry, Jim, but it sure looks that way, doesn't it?

Does it?

Doc's got Gene inside, working on him.

There's a good chance for the lad he says.

I don't know how he's lasted even this long.

Felix.

- Crown. - Yeah.

We were bushwhacked.

Walked right into...

Did you see who did it?

Two...

two guns...

(mumbling)

Got him...

I got him, Crown.

Not Gene, me.

I'll tell the judge that...

I'll tell him that you got him.

Beaver...

Beaver City...

Mulady...

Did you get anything?

Nothing.

Almost perfect.

Isn't it?

Crown?

No more digging.

The judge will get my report.

At least...

the kid made it.

I just wish it hadn't...

took so long.

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So do I.

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He sure has an appetite this morning.

Oh, Jim, have you seen Judge Hayes?

I did.

Well, what did he have to...

Well...

Didn't take you long to come to, did it?

No names, no descriptions, not even where they're from.

They just shoot us up and ride out,

collect the reward without anybody even knowing who they are.

Wouldn't be the first time a bounty hunter

got paid off in secret.

And you're going through with it?

Your horses were saddled.

And you and Felix were talking about running

not too long before you went down to the livery stable.

Just talk, that's all.

It was a setup and you know it, Crown.

Well, the tight and tight enough for Kansas City to approve payment.

Never figured Felix to go out like that.

Like some sick dog.

But he left something behind him, Crown.

20 years from now, 50,

they'll be talking about Felix Gauge, reading about him.

Telling their grandchildren about how they saw him,

shook his hand.

Look, started already.

St. Louis paper, front page.

His name is gonna outlive all them people with them big boots.

When they write the history of this territory,

they're gonna be writing about him.

Felix Gauge.

You'll be coming in for your share.

My share?

The last of the Gauges.

Gonna have to keep it going.

Right now I'm waiting on you.

Still haven't heard about that trip to Beaver City.

- Nothing to tell. - No.

Well, Judge Hayes should be here by now.

He came in late last night.

I just left him.

Well, you gonna...

tell me or make me beg?

- How long? - Clean slate.

Amnesty.

Amnesty.

- For... - For everything.

Everything you've done.

Shay Wells, Garver.

And as far as this territory is concerned,

you never pulled a trigger in your whole life.

The judge thinks you got a raw deal.

He wants to pay you back for what happened in that livery stable.

And you don't go along with it.

Mmm.

I wish Felix was alive so he could be paid back.

Yeah, sure.

Amnesty.

Clean slate.

If you give your word that you're not gonna go after Buckman

or those bounty hunters...

Now, when a man has a mind to go after another man,

nobody can talk him out of it.

I just wonder how much store you set in yourself

and how much it all means to you when you give your word.

I set a lot of store in somebody paying for that grave Felix is in.

You want me to tell that to the judge?

Spell it out, Crown.

You don't draw on anyone...

unless it's to defend yourself.

- All right. - Well, that's a quick answer.

Well, a man's got no choice.

Doesn't have much to think about.

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(sighing)

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The town is wild with talk, Jim.

Is it true?

Has the judge really given Gene amnesty?

Yup, he's free and clear.

Well, at least it will give Gene another chance to live a proper life.

If he uses it right.

- You gonna pay the bounty today? - Tonight.

And you make sure he doesn't leave this town

- for the next 24 hours. - Aye, will do that.

♪♪

Francis.

You sure you don't wanna ride along with us, Mr. Buckman?

Make sure they get paid their money.

That won't be necessary.

Well, maybe you'd like to shake their hands, wish 'em well.

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Well, that's another dirty piece of business out of the way.

A bit late to be going out, isn't it, lass?

Well, there's nothing to do around here

so I thought I'd take some leftover stew to the Calloways.

Leftover?

Lass, there's enough to feed an army.

You know, another day in bed wouldn't have hurt you.

Well, I was getting kind of restless, Ms. Dulcey,

so I thought I'd get myself some air.

I don't imagine the marshal has anything against me

- wearing my guns. - Nope.

Nothing at all... When you leave town.

I sure do owe you, Ms. Dulcey.

Oh, nonsense, I get paid for what I do.

Like staying up half the night with me?

How did you know that?

I thought you were unconscious.

Well, some things got through.

Like it was dark, and there was a big hurt,

and I was scared,

and I said to myself, "That's Ms. Dulcey sitting there beside me."

I remember thinking, that's a real nice thing she's doing.

I'm just gonna have to get well and see if I can pay her back.

That's a roundabout way of regaining your health

but I'm glad it worked.

Well... you best stay inside tonight.

Go on, sit down, lad, sit down.

I'll be with you soon as I finish this report for the marshal.

Don't mind me.

Tonight's payoff night, huh?

Aye.

How did you know?

Oh, just a smell in the wind.

Well, get it off your mind, lad.

But some say they were range detectives.

Hmm, detectives indeed.

Border trash they are, to see a man's back as a target.

Expect to be going back that way when they get paid off, huh?

Laddie...

it's your interest at heart I have in saying

you'll only be bringing trouble upon yourself

in giving it another thought.

(scoffing)

And I might mention, there's no leaving town for you tonight.

- Who says? - The marshal himself.

And I'm being no more than a step behind you

the minute you thought of heading for the stables.

Well, I'll have to take that up with Crown.

Holding me in this town.

When do you figure he'll be back?

Oh, not until morning at best.

Camped a half-night's ride to the south, huh?

Must be pretty nervous.

Now, I didn't say they were south.

And I didn't say they were a half-night's ride there.

Ah, don't worry about it, MacGregor.

Right now all I got on my mind is a couple of drinks

and a little socializing.

(laughing)

Which shows your good judgment, lad.

And they're on me.

Well, that's quite an offer, coming from a Scotchman.

Oh, I have my weaknesses.

Oh... ahh...

Gene, what is it?

I don't know, I...

Well, hold on, lad, hold on.

I'll get you...

♪♪

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Queens full.

Well, I never like to win the first pot anyhow.

You gotta win the first one if you wanna win them all.

I'm sorry, sir, this is a private club.

Oh, I... I've never been in any place before, turning down business.

Give him a drink, Thomas.

Put it on my account.

Ah, Mr. Buckman, I thank you.

What do you drink?

Why don't you let me have some of that stuff

in that fancy little bottle there.

Looks kind of expensive.

I'll bet Mr. Buckman has some of that occasionally.

It's almost like him and me having a drink together.

I don't drink with scum.

Well, now I don't blame you, Mr. Buckman.

I sincerely don't.

Anybody can see you're a man of taste, honor and integrity.

Me, I'm not much of anybody.

You certainly aren't.

You're a liar and a thief.

Guess it would've suited you better if they buried me alongside of Felix.

You didn't come in here for a drink.

So go ahead, boy, make your play.

I ain't afraid of you.

Ha-ha, now, Mr. Buckman, I know you're not afraid of me.

Fact is I know you're not afraid of a living person

in this whole world.

That's right, so go ahead.

Drink your drink and get on out of here.

Ha.

I've never seen no shiny whiskey before.

Everything's shiny.

So a man knows he's got the best.

You know, I remember when I was real small,

thinking everything good came from shiny things.

Like a silver dollar.

My mama's hair.

How my daddy looked when he was cutting wood,

all sweaty, muscles standing out,

looking like he was gonna last forever.

First gun I ever got, haven't it nickel-plated.

You were given a drink, not a soapbox.

To your health, Mr. Buckman.

Ha.

Real good.

And don't you ever come back here again, boy.

Mr. Buckman, you keep calling me "boy."

Now, that's a mistake you're making.

Then you've been making a lot of mistakes lately.

Like making Felix kill that son of yours.

He didn't.

Throw him out, Thomas.

Oh, now...

a man gets a drink bought for himself

it's not polite to take it away from him.

Your brother got no less than he deserved.

Well, now that wasn't the subject, Mr. Buckman.

Ah, maybe Felix did deserved to die.

Like a lot of people deserve to but don't.

What I said was,

"You made a mistake thinking Felix killed that son of yours."

Fact is, about that time, Felix was holed up in Sinarro

about an inch away from death himself.

Get out of here, boy.

You keep calling me "boy," Mr. Buckman!

And I ain't.

That son of yours,

he was a boy, in fact.

A grown man don't cry when he's hurt.

At least not the way he did.

Yes, sir, he sure did a lot of blubbing that day,

hanging on that wire.

You know something,

he'd have been a handsome man

if he'd have "growed" up.

You're lying, you were never there!

Well now, that's a funny thing.

Felix said he wasn't there and you had him killed.

I'm standing here talking to you

and all you wanna do is buy me a drink.

Get out of here!

Oh, I'm going, Mr. Buckman.

Fact is, I got pressing business elsewhere.

Just didn't wanna leave nothing behind me.

That boy of yours,

he didn't die easy... I'll say that.

Fact is...

he was kind of stubborn-like,

hanging on that wire, bleeding.

You weren't there!

Calling for his daddy.

Just hanging there, kind of swaying back and forth.

Crying and calling for his daddy.

Drink this one to that son of yours, Mr. Buckman.

I put those slugs where they're gonna hurt real bad, Mr. Buckman.

You might not even die.

Just wish you had for a real long time.

Real good shiny whiskey.

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(chuckling)

Count's right.

Yeah, all here.

You understand, Marshal.

Just wanted to make sure that we're getting it all.

Yeah, no hard feelings, Marshal.

You got your job and we've got ours.

Hey, all I can say is that fellas like you have made it rough on us.

Real slim pickings lately.

Tell you something.

If we could combine, say, like with the Gauges,

you know, you grab some guy with a bounty on him,

let us take a crack at 'em.

- Money to split. - Thanks.

Go ahead, I'd like nothing better.

(crickets chirping)

All right, you two, now you clear out of this territory.

I see either one of you back in Cimarron again,

I'm gonna post my own bounty on you.

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Phew...

Uh...

Oh, a pot of coffee is gonna taste mighty good.

Yeah, closely followed by some flapjacks,

some ham and eggs and potatoes

and some sleep.

Yeah.

Dulcey?

Jim!

He killed Mr. Buckman!

- Gene Gauge? - Yes.

You were right.

I'm sorry, I know you were right, but...

All right, Dulcey, take it easy now.

Take it easy.

- Hello, Jim. - What happened to you?

Uh, he took me... I'm sorry.

- Are you all right? - Oh, it was only my head.

He went to the club and provoked Buckman into a gunfight.

Now he must be after those bounty hunters.

Does he know where they're headed.

Well, he guessed.

Here's more from Beaver City.

From Judge Hayes, huh?

Francis, you look after things.

Make sure Mac gets some sleep.

- Jim... - They say Buckman's gun was out

before Gauge even started his draw.

- Yeah. - But...

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That's a straight zone.

Ride the night.

Next meal will be vodka.

(horse whinnying)

(horse whinnying)

That mare of mine is long over her skittish days.

(gunshot firing)

- (gunshots firing) - (horse neighing)

Somebody must have traveled Crown after the money.

(horses neighing)

The horses are carrying the water!

Gene: You boys sure ain't much

for professional man hunters.

Ha-ha.

Them handguns against this rifle up here

makes about as much sense as you camping on lower ground.

Are you gonna ride with your luck

or are you gonna throw them guns away?

All right, now you boys move out.

What you got in mind, Gauge?

Burying you right where you stand

if you don't move in two seconds.

You need more proof you're at a disadvantage.

Not that way.

Now you two boys was headed south.

I wouldn't wanna make you go out of your way.

The horses went north.

Which proves they got good common sense.

There'll be grass and water on higher ground.

Them two seconds you had been long gone.

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Heat's enough to cook a man's brains.

I can't go any further.

Ah, a man's got more in him than he thinks.

Ain't nothing further south but more of the same.

I wouldn't say that.

Me and Felix been through here a time or two.

There's a waterhole about six miles further.

No.

Can't go... one mile further

without water.

Well, I'm putting my money on you boys making it to that water.

If you have to crawl.

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(panting)

What more do you want?

You're right to collect that bounty money.

You can't argue that.

You've been there, Gauge.

A tower in front of you.

Yeah, I know just how you boys felt.

Gauge...

we're carrying that money on us.

Yeah.

Sort of figured you would be.

Harlin means we don't need it all.

We don't want none of it.

Settle a border for us.

You being $15,000 richer.

Oh, no.

That's a real nice offer.

I guess I couldn't help thinking about Felix

every time I bought a drink with that money.

I might even be able to get a meal down without choking.

Just trying to say we made a mistake is all.

Money not mean anything to us.

Here.

We don't want any of it.

I mean you can have it all!

You fellas don't want it?

I don't want it.

Why don't we just get rid of it?

(gun cocking)

Tear it up.

Nice little pieces.

Let the wind do the rest.

Maybe Felix will rest a little easier

knowing nobody's living off his blood.

Can we get the water, Gauge?

Well, the price you boys are paying

I guess I couldn't deny you.

(panting)

Guess you boys never travelled through these rocks before.

Don't it bother you nothing grows?

No bugs in it.

Nothing crawling on the bottom.

Not even any animal tracks leading in here.

Yes, sir.

You boys sure need educating.

Like if there's no slime or mud

or bugs in a waterhole,

why, that just might mean it's not too hospital to living things.

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(coughing)

You boys might think about that.

The time you got left.

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(horse whinnying)

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Just resting my horse, Padre.

You're welcome to come inside.

Some go back aways.

Oh, yes, a few of them older than a century.

Remember me and my brother Felix used to walk through graveyards.

See who could spot the oldest headstone.

Remember him talking once...

about how there didn't seem to be very much point in it all.

You get born, you die

and not much happens in between.

There are those who leave many things behind.

Like being able to buy a bigger headstone?

No, I meant something quite different.

How far behind is he?

That's a pretty quick inclusion you just jumped to there.

You all look the same coming by.

Tired.

A little afraid.

Guess I'll have to visit your church sometime, Padre.

I bet you preach up a storm.

The border is just minutes away.

Beyond the orchard.

Never saw nothing done in this world

man wasn't doing it for himself.

He don't say it

but in the back of his mind he's got that headstone

looking bigger than the one next to him.

(horse whinnying)

I, uh...

feel a little jilty talking to you

when you could've crossed to safety.

Nice talking to you, Padre.

Had a feeling you'd be coming after me, Crown.

Almost scared me into running for it.

No.

Not Gene Gauge.

He's got too much started now.

Started?

Three men dead.

Somebody's liable to get mixed up one of these days.

The Gauges.

Top guns.

Which one, Felix or Gene?

And three dead men.

They the reason for you to try to haul me back?

I only need one.

Buckman.

His son, hanging on that wire,

shot full of holes.

News from Beaver City, huh?

Big Jake Mulady.

He traded the end of a rope for you.

Pinned you in with the killing

and the Billy Rogers' gang.

I've got amnesty now.

Clean slate.

Amnesty is cancelled.

You're standing trial for the murder of Buckman's kid.

Undo your gun belt.

Don't expect I'll be able to walk across that Cimarron street

'til after the trial, huh?

That's unlikely.

Guess you want the rifle, too.

Slow and easy.

Think I'll get a chance to sample Ms. Dulcey's cooking again?

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That much you get.

(horse neighing)

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Oh...

Ahh...

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(whispering in Latin)

He was a strange boy, Marshal.

So young yet so preoccupied with death.

The hunted are very lonely men, aren't they?

I used to believe that somewhere along the line

it was the lack of a hand held forth to them.

The lack of a word.

But, uh, now I'm no longer sure.

I'm not either, Padre.

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