All language subtitles for The Big Valley - 01x22 - The Death Merchant.EN

Let me get one of these.

That's pretty good, Jughead. You want one?

Just a minute.
I'll get it for you.

There you go.

Now, you cut that out!

Now, I told you once
to cut that out!

Now, look here.

If you mean to rob me,
I'm just a poor old man.

I ain't got nothin'
but a dented fryin' pan...

and a two-dollar watch
and a stupid jackass.

You wouldn't want to hurt a...

pitiful old man, would ya?

- You all right?
- Little in my arm. How about you?

He got me good.

I done told 'em twice, Jughead.

Take cover, Jughead.

Hold it right there,
or I'll cut you in two.

Handy?

Handy Random.

It's me, Nick Barkley.

- Barkley?
- One of Tom Barkley's sons, remember?

Tom Barkley?
Oh, yeah.

Yeah, sure, I caught up
with the feller that shot him.

Killed him, didn't I?

Uh, that's right.

Uh, would you mind-

Oh, well.

- Yeah.
- Well, now, this sure is a surprise.

- How've you been?
- Well, I can't complain. I-

Say, tell me something.

How is that pretty mother of yours...

and that little button-nosed,
black-haired sister?

Well, now, Audra's a blonde...

and, uh, they're both fine.

Oh, well-
I'm sorry.

You gotta forgive me.
I forget things.

Well, we don't,
and the family'd never forgive me...

if I forgot to ask you back
to the house for a few days.

Well, I ain't exactly
shined up for a visit here.

No, no, no. I dress
all poor mouth for the trail.

That's so holdup men
won't be wastin' their time.

Besides, that fella that killed
your daddy put a slug in my arm.

My shootin' arm.
Kind of slowed me down on defense.

Oh, now, I'm sorry to hear that.

It's all right. I learned
to scratch with the other hand.

Well, now, are you gonna join me
going back to the house...

or, uh, get me in an awful lot of trouble?

Well, I wouldn't want
to get you in any trouble.

All right.

Seemed to me, Handy, I heard
some shootin' as I was riding up.

Oh, a couple young fellers-
They tried to dry-gulch me.

What they wanted
to get out of me, I don't know.

Well, Handy, they probably
thought you were working for us.

Right now, around here,
the Barkley brand...

is not much better than a target.

Oh, dear.

Yeah.

And so, senor, we have no choice.

- We must leave like the others.
- All right, Pedro.

After all, you're hired
to harvest, not to get shot at.

My wife, my children-
Without me, they are lost.

They have no one else, senor.

- We will return when you tell us it is safe.
- I understand.

Here. This'll help you
on your journey.

Oh, gracias. Muchas gracias.

- Vaya con Dios, amigo.
- Adios.

Well, we're having beefsteak, frijoles,
potatoes and corn bread for lunch.

Be there when the bell rings,
or you'll eat it cold.

Well.

You know, Mother only left at 9:00
this morning, but I miss her already.

Well, just don't forget.
I'm running the house this week.

Uh-huh. Well, in that case,
I'll have ham and eggs for lunch.

Guess who I brought with me.

- Fifty harvest hands, I hope.
- No. No luck there.

Come on in.

Mr. Random!

Handy Random!
Why, you old rascal.

- This is a surprise. Come in, come in.
- Yeah. Yeah.

It's good to see you.
Nick, how long has it been?

- About six years, I'd say.
- Now, what have you been up to? Where have you been?

Oh, around and about,
chasin' a dollar here and there.

Of course, a wrangler
with one bad arm...

ain't in overwhelming demand.

I'm workin' sheep now.

You know, them little critters are
kind of cute, once you get used to them.

I'm on my way south right now.
I got a little teensy grubstake.

I'm gonna buy in
on a sheep spread.

Hey, now, wait a minute.
Where is that pretty mother of yours?

She's gone to Denver
to visit her sister.

Oh, more's the pity.
I did want to smile on her.

Well, she sure will be sorry
she missed you, Handy.

- I'll get some tea.
- Tea?

Uh, I think, Audra...

that Handy would like something
a little more, uh, substantial.

Audra, just set another place for lunch.

- Sit down, Handy.
- Well, thank you, thank you.

Sherry, brandy, whiskey?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I'll start with the whiskey.

And to think I thought there
for a minute a while back...

I was riding into
unneighborly territory.

- Oh?
- Yeah. Handy came through one of the groves...

and Craddock took a shot at him.

Fine neighbors you got there.

Ah. Oranges are good,
but they ain't that good-

but that was.

Well, I apologize for that, Handy.

- But actually, those are our oranges.
- Your or-

Well, why wasn't you shootin' at me
instead of them young 'uns?

Well, because Craddock believes
the land belongs to him.

You see, Handy, the divider between
our property and his is Green Creek.

Now, a little while ago
we had a flash flood...

and it changed the course of the creek.

It cut way into our property.

Put a big chunk of our groves
on his side of the divider.

Ever since then he's claimed
it was an act of God...

and now the land belongs to him.

He and his men have been taking pot shots...

at everyone riding through.

Scared off half our harvest hands.

Well, what are you
gonna do about it?

We've taken it to court.
The case comes up in about six weeks.

Six weeks?

Why, them oranges is plumb
ready to be pulled right now.

Yeah, we know.

Oh, excuse me.

- What are they worth?
- About $5,000.

$5,000?

And that's really the least of our problems.

Craddock is strictly a cattleman.

Now, the minute
he harvests those oranges...

he's gonna go in there
and cut down those trees...

and turn the land
back to pasture.

We spent years cultivating just to prove
we could grow oranges here.

Well, I've pondered long enough.

I've got a simple and easy solution
to the whole matter.

- What's that?
- Mount up, ride over there...

- and teach him some shotgun manners.
- Now, wait a minute, Handy.

That's the last thing we need
around here, a range war.

Well, it appears to me
you've already got one.

Now, they fired at me going
through them orange groves-

But I give 'em what for.

What do you mean?
You didn't hit any of them?

Well, they wasn't more
than 40 foot away.

Well, look, Handy, we're gonna
have lunch in a couple of minutes.

Maybe you'd like to wash up.

Wash up?

Oh, wash up.
Yes, well, sure. Sure.

As a matter of fact, that orange juice
makes your fingers stick together.

Is that room still upstairs
where it used to be?

- Third door on the right.
- All right, see you soon.

You're a good provider.

It's too bad that had to happen.

Up to now, this thing
has been bloodless.

- Did you ever think for a minute it wouldn't happen?
- It'll have to be reported.

Nick, you better drop in and see
the sheriff while you're in town.

Oh, so he can take
his usual firm stand, huh?

Straddling the fence?

- How'd it go?
- Well, the word's out-

Working for the Barkleys
is a short career.

Oh. Well, you two boys
better go into lunch.

Tell Audra I'll eat in town.

- Coward.
- Yeah.

No harvest hands, huh?

No, but if saddle sores could pick
oranges, we'd be out of the woods.

- Don't look like you had much luck either.
- No, I didn't.

Say, by the way, we have a houseguest...

that you'll probably be
interested to meet.

- Does he pick oranges?
- No, but he shoots at Craddocks.

Might be a step in the right direction.

- Who is he?
- He shot the man who killed Father.

Audra told me stories about him.

I tell you, that little room
up there is a wonder.

Last time I was here
I couldn't figure out...

how you got that water to run uphill.

Handy, here's the brother you haven't met.
This is Heath. Handy Random.

Well.

How do you do, young feller?

Mighty nice to-

Lunch is ready.

I've got work to do.
I'll eat with the hands.

Heath.

Well, who put a cockle burr
on his shirttail?

- Afternoon, Nick.
- Fred, I'd like to report a shooting.

I was just gonna ride out
and see you about that.

- Craddock's been here already, huh?
- Mm-hmm.

He says one of your men peppered up
two of his sons pretty bad.

Fred, it wasn't one of our men.

It was a guest of ours that
accidentally walked in the grove...

- and shot to defend himself. - Mm-hmm.
Craddock claims he was your hired gun.

Fred, it was Handy Random.

Oh, now, come on. Why the sour look?

Well, it riled some people
he shot that man in the back.

When a killer is running away from you...

it is the customary place to shoot him.

Besides, you wouldn't say
they werejust a little bit riled up...

because they found out the reward
was going to an outsider?

Well, maybe. Maybe.

I'll fill out a report on it.

You be sure to add to that report
that Craddock fired first.

Man has a right to post a no-trespassing
sign and back it up with a gun.

Not when he posts
somebody else's property.

We've been through all this before.
It'll all come out in court.

Not until the crop is lost.

- Did it ever occur to you that maybe Craddock is right?
- I say he isn't.

Nick, you're asking me to be judge and
jury, and I'm just not qualified to do that.

My sworn duty only covers
keeping you all...

from killing each other
until the case is heard.

- Well, you may have to go to work sooner than you think.
- How's that?

I'm going out to old man Craddock's.

- Now, you know I can't guarantee your safety.
- Aw-

568 on the south range.

That thing that happened this morning
in the grove was very unfortunate.

Hiring a gunfighter
is always unfortunate.

Handy Random is not a gunfighter,
and we did not hire him.

I know a professional.
He stalked my boys like a prairie wolf.

Frank saw how you greeted him.
I suppose he's a houseguest.

Yes, as a matter of fact, he is.

You've had time to think
of a better story than that.

Now, wait a minute. We have
a difference of opinion, Craddock...

and that shooting this morning
has nothing whatever to do with it-

unless you'd like it to go on
and build up into a great range war.

That's already happened.
Up to now, we been shootin' high.

From now on, we aim dead center.

Oh, now, that's very foolish, Craddock.
Very foolish indeed.

What, exactly, do you want?

I want to talk. I want to talk
about orange groves.

The Lord giveth,
and the Lord taketh away.

You want to come around here
whining about His decisions...

you're wasting your time.

Nick Barkley...

your family comes
of honest stock.

They're good people.

I'm telling you that
so you'll know I hate you all...

on a personal, rather than
on a moral, basis.

While you and yours were
busily inheriting this valley...

me and mine were busy coaxing potatoes
out of a Maine marble field.

You ever get down on your hands
and knees and beg a potato to get fat?

Did you ever get so mad you took
a tree branch and beat an apple...

'cause it shriveled on a twig?

No, you don't even know the taste
of a pig's foot or a hen's neck.

You've been raised
on the fat of the hog...

- and the breast of the chicken.
- Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

Hold it, Craddock. Hold it.

You're not the only man that managed...

to scrape out a ranch
with his fingernails or eyeteeth.

We had just as many rocks
on our land as you did...

just as many tree stumps as you did.

But there's another reason-
the real reason.

Like Frank here-

Came to call on Audra
and got turned down.

Anybody that's too good for my sons...

is too good for my bounty.

Audra has a mind of her own.

She's the only Barkley who'll set
a welcome foot on my property.

Let me tell you this.

If I owe you a dollar, I'll follow you
to Timbuktu to pay you...

and I'll chase you twice as far
if you overcharge me.

My land is my land...

and I wouldn't give you a rock off
of it to kill a rattlesnake.

Does that make my position clear?

All right, let's simmer down.
Let's simmer down a minute.

Now, I'll tell you what.

We'll harvest the oranges,
put the money into escrow.

The one that wins
the case gets the money.

I turned that offer down before.
After what your man did to my boys-

I keep trying to tell you,
he was not our man.

He just shoots my sons
and lives in your house.

- He wasn't when he did.
- But he did and he is.

- We're not getting too far, are we?
- At least you aren't.

You want this whole thing to build
into a range war, don't you?

I'm gonna pick those oranges and chop
down those trees and plant alfalfa...

and if I find any Barkleys
on that property, I'll plant them too.

- Mr. Random?
- Oh! My-

What? Well-
Oh-

Why, Miss Audra.

Oh, my gosh.
Oh, well.

Now look here.

You must never cat-foot up
on a fella that way.

I startled you.
I'm sorry.

- Well, that's all right.
- I brought you a present.

Huh? Present? For-

- For me?
- Mm-hmm.

Well- Present.

Well, I don't believe I ever-

I ever got a present
offered me before.

- Go on, open it.
- No, no, no.

I want to savor it
for a minute here.

Well, all righty.
Here we go.

Well.

Well, I swear.

What do you know about that?

Yes, sir.

Well, yes, that's just
what I've been needin'...

a long piece of cloth.

Oh, it's a muffler, Mr. Random.

You put it around the top
of your head during the wintertime.

- Keeps away the snorts and the sniffles.
- Oh-

Yeah, well, heavens.
I knew that.

Sure. There you go.

Look at that. Hey, it holds your hat
on too- Keeps it from blowin' off.

- That's exactly what it does.
- Sure!

Remember that chill you had
when you were here before?

Oh, I'll never forget. It took me
nigh to a month to get over it.

You put me back together.
You spoon fed me the whole time.

I've never forgotten that.

And remember when you left, you gave
me a necklace made out of arrowheads?

- I still have it.
- Oh, well.

Well, you know-

Uh, stay right there.

Close your eyes.

Open 'em.

See that gun there?

That is the gun that killed the man
that killed your daddy.

There. She's yours.

Oh, that's bear grease.
That's bear grease. That makes it-

That makes her slip out
of the holster just as slick as ice.

And I want you to see
something here. Lookit here.

See that thong, right there?

Well, that holds the trigger back
so the hammer don't catch...

and if you're a fanner-
which I was-

you file off the rat tail etchin'
on the hammer there.

Don't scratch your hand that way.

- The sights are gone.
- Oh, sure, sights are gone.

You file off the sights. If you can't
hit a man without aiming at him...

you use a shotgun or a rifle.

That sounds very professional.

Well, I learned that
self-defense, you see.

Now, I want your family to have this.

Kind of a sentimental piece.

I can't use it anyway,
with this bad wrist anymore.

Thank you, Mr. Random, but-

Well, I really can't accept it.

Well- Oh.

Oh, well, I-Yes. Yes, I see.

Yes, I see what you mean.

You don't want
to have 'er around to look at.

But your kind offer is appreciated.

You know, it's a sad state
of affairs when a man my age...

ain't got nothin' to offer except...

broke gun, broke wrist, a bent fryin' pan...

and a mud-colored jackass.

Hey, Miss Audra.

That, uh, one brother of yours-

- Heath.
- Heath is ill-mannered.

Uh, well, he's sure
got it hard against me.

I don't remember him.
Of course, I do forget things.

- Dinner's at 7:00, Mr. Random.
- Dinner.

The only thing that'll
keep me from dinner...

is a lot of money, a good horse...

or a beautiful woman-
like you, Miss Audra.

Oh, hush up.

Can't I talk to nobody but you?

I gotta have some social life, Jughead.

- Heath Barkley, what's come over you?
- What do you mean?

- I think you owe us an explanation.
- For what?

For your behavior
toward Handy Random.

Where'd you learn your manners?

Well, the same place
I learned a lot of other things.

Well, I think you owe him an apology.

What have you got against
that poor old farmer?

He's no farmer. That's not dirt
on his hands. That's powder burns.

He wouldn't know a yam from a carrot...

if it wasn't cooked
and put on a plate in front of him.

Handy Random is a friend
of this family's...

and as long as you're part of it,
he's a friend of yours.

I think I have the right
to pick my own friends.

Well, I was right
about the sheriff.

- How'd you make out?
- He's still straddling the fence.

So I went over to Craddock's myself.

And you're just lucky
you didn't get your head blown off.

Did you get anywhere with him?

- Nope.
- Maybe if I went over to Craddock's.

You stay off Craddock's land, Audra.

Unfortunately, Handy Random's
got us in quite a bit of trouble.

- Joe and Frank were pretty badly peppered.
- Peppered?

Well, not that I'm saying
it's Handy's fault.

Well-

I am plumb sorry that
I caused you folks this trouble.

No, you didn't cause
the trouble, Handy.

You just caught up
with it, that's all.

Still and all, I feel responsible,
but I got an idea.

Now, how many of them Craddocks is there?

Fifteen, maybe 20.

You give me $500...

and I will guarantee
that startin' tomorrow...

you can pick all the oranges you want to...

and nobody'll bother you.

And just how would you manage that?

Powers of persuasion.

I hope you're not serious.

Now, look here. You pick them
oranges right now or you can forget 'em.

You're gonna pluck oranges,
you're gonna pluck Craddocks.

Oh, now, wait a minute, Handy.

That's exactly what we don't want.

They say you're trespassin'.
You say they's trespassin'.

Now, why ain't we got
just as much right to shoot them...

as they got to shoot us?

And I'll tell you another thing.

You say you're gonna go
get harvest hands.

Well, if you do get 'em-
which I dearly doubt-

you gonna just send 'em out there
to be shot by Craddocks?

All right, now, if you change your mind...

I'll be around,
but mark my words-

Before this is out, you're
gonna need my services.

See you at supper.

Well, I figured he'd get around to
that proposition sooner or later.

All right, Heath, let's have it.

What do you know
about him that we don't?

Well, what would
you think of a man...

who makes his living
following feuds...

starts 'em, if they don't exist...

then sells his gun
to the highest bidder?

Where'd you run
into him before?

Couple of years ago he was
in the Lincoln County wars.

It didn't make much difference which
side you were on, both paid the same-

$25 for signing up...

and $25 for every saddle
turned into the paymaster.

Saddle was proof of death.

But the paymaster never knew
who the saddles belonged to...

so you could face your enemy
and kill him...

or you could hang back...

and see all those beautiful
unguarded backs of your friends.

I take it you were
in the fight also.

Well, I was just a kid, fighting
for what I thought was right.

I took my $25...

and two days later I got a back full
of carpet tacks and horseshoe nail heads.

Handy comes running up
to polish me off with a knife.

I was able to take
a gun butt to him...

but it didn't help.

What do you mean?

Well, I made it up a ravine...

and while I was trying to decide
whether to live or die...

he came to, stole my saddle,
and turned it in for the money.

Why didn't he recognize you?

He's old...

and he's looked down that barrel
at a lot of people besides me.

How come you didn't
mention this before?

Well, how could I?

You all were so fired up about him.

That old man's a walking plague...

and the sooner we get
rid of him, the better.

There you are, old Jughead.

You got clean fingernails now.

Oh, look what you done to my knife.

I got enough jags in there
for a hair comb.

Well, we'll just heat 'er up...

and we'll flatten 'er out
like a pancake...

and we'll have a "whittly" comb
that you can shave with.

Say, you know, Jug...

you wouldn't look so bad bare faced.

Neither would I, for that matter.

Then, if a fella called us
a bare-faced liar...

he wouldn't be lyin'.

Whoa!

Well, sir.

That's good and hot.

Hey, now, Jug.

That young feller
up there at the house-

you know, the young 'un
with his lower lip stuck out...

and he's shinin'them rifles-

Can't put him.

Of course, he takes to me like
a water moccasin do to a toady frog...

but there's no accountin' for taste.

I do believe I've seen him
somewheres before.

Well, it'll come to me by and by.

You know you and me is gonna
make some money, don't you?

Yes. We're gonna make 'er.

Hey, now.

Lookee here.

Jug?

Jug, wouldn't them nails make
a fine big hole in a feller?

Howdy.

Aw, late for supper.
Well, I was just tidying up my jackass.

I'll go get washed up right away.

Handy, I want a word with you.

About my offer.
About my offer.

Oh, believe me,
you won't regret it.

I would just admire like all outdoors
workin' for you folks.

Even though there is one
who don't cotton to me.

Handy, we've discussed it,
and we've decided...

that it would be better
for everyone concerned...

if you just mounted up
and rode out of here.

Right now.

Well.

Well, there's- There's your oranges.

What a waste.

You know, city fellers-

They don't feel about crops the way
you and me do. We're country- outdoors.

I can tell you are by them
"crinks"around your eyes...

and that split on your lip from the wind.

And the way you wear
your gun hung low-

You ain't got the cut of a man...

who'd let somebody
waltz off with his oranges.

What do you expect us to do, Handy?

Wait for some night when
we can sneak up on 'em...

and shoot 'em in the head
while they're asleep?

Heck, no.

We just post our own
no trespassing signs.

Then we light a little fire
down there in the grove.

When the Craddocks come down
to put 'er out- ping, ping.

We just lay 'em out,
deader than mackerels-

And legal.

Having you for a partner, Handy...

is something like having a rattlesnake...

in your hip pocket.

Oh.

You got no reason
to mean-mouth me, boy.

Handy-

Now, it would be much simpler
if you just ride out.

Now, here's $100.

I said 500.

You don't have to do anything
for this except ride out.

- Take it, Handy.
- Oh, charity-

That pure sticks in my craw.

You better ride out, old man.

You know, there's one thing
worse than charity...

and that's an uppity young 'un.

You always start a fight with a gun
in your hand, do you, boy?

- Don't you?
- I'm a gunfighter.

You've had your back up against me...

ever since we first met
here this afternoon.

- Why?
- You dry-gulched me once.

Well, it appears like
I didn't do a very good job.

I can't put you.

Maybe it's because I slammed
your head with that gun butt.

Lincoln County wars.

Lincoln County wars, sure.

Sure, that's it.

Well, sonny, you should have
finished that job right then and there...

or you should have killed me
when you met me here...

because that's what I aim to do to you.

Fighting fair is gonna be
the end of you one day...

'cause you're gonna run across a man,
sooner or later, who don't.

Next time you see me with my back
turned you better kill me...

because that's what I aim to do to you.

Now I'd like to apologize
to each and every one of you.

- For what?
- For having to kill you...

if you ever step on Craddock land.

- You're working for Craddock?
- Not yet...

but there's two sides to every question.

Now, listen, Jughead.

I want you to go ahead without me.

I'll be with you shortly.
You understand?

Go.

Go on.

Go on, get goin'.

That's a fine figure
of a horse if I ever saw one.

Is that a Tennessee walker,
or a Texas trotter?

It looks like the jackass
the old man was riding.

Oh, I ain't that old-

And if you boys want to get any older...

you'll drop them irons right now.

Drop 'em, right now.

All of it. All of it!

Come on, all of it!

All right, now mount up.

Mount up. Come on.

Oh, don't scare me, boys.
I'm an old man and I'll kill ya.

Now, I'm happy-go-lucky...

and I just come here
for a genial chat...

so you just take me to your boss
or I'll shoot you in the face.

Now get.

Pa?

This is the man that shot us.

- You Craddock?
- You here to collect some bullet holes?

Boy- Boy, get up.

Get up and get over there. Get. Get!

So's I can see you.
Pa, you better tell these boys-

Next time, not to shoot at a man...

unless they mean
to see him dead.

I already have. Any reason
why you shouldn't be the next one?

Oh, I got some pretty good reasons
right here in these barrels.

Little pieces of glass, like
the doc took out of my boys?

No, it's gravel this time.
Cuts down on my overhead.

Did you know that double-ought
buckshot is up to a dime a pound?

You are a professional gunman.

You won't leave here alive. There are
three of us and you've only got two shots.

Only take one for you-

But I don't want to shoot you.
I may want to work for you.

Price being right, natural.

Say out what you're saying.

Well, you got a feud goin' here.
I specialize in them things.

Now, the Barkleys got certain points.
You got certain points.

For a price...

I'll make your points
out-point their points.

What price?

Well, on the reverse side,
we was speaking of $500...

but you add $100 to that
and I'll guarantee...

the Barkleys don't step
on your property.

Why are you switchin' sides?

I'm not, unless you come up
with an extra 100-

Satisfaction guaranteed.

So they did pay you
to shoot my boys?

Oh, now, let's just say that
they spread a soft bed, a fine table...

and they do pour generous.

Frank, you can get out
the bottle of liquor.

- Now what do I get for my money?
- A guarantee-

The Barkleys won't pick them
oranges the way they want to...

won't stop you from
choppin' down them trees...

the way you want to, guaranteed.

It seems strange,
you switchin' sides-

You being the one that got
old Tom Barkley's killer.

They got a new member of the family
over there. I tangled with him.

Here.

- Joe...
- Thanks, boy.

will you get some sugar
to sweeten this man's drink?

Well, that's nice. Thank you.

That's fine.

Thank you.

- Well?
- No luck.

The judge has gone fishing up
at Crystal Lake for a week.

Maybe we can go by the County
Attorney's office and check him out.

- See what he can do.
- No.

No, if we're gonna enjoin them
from cutting down those trees...

- the injunction has to be signed by the judge.
- Oh.

I think I better ride up there
and try and find him.

Good luck.

I think I'd better go on past the depot...

see if that barbed wire has come in.

Then, by the time I get home...

I just might be hungry enough
to eat Audra's cooking.

If you can get that hungry.

H'yah! Go on.

Audra?

Silas?

Mr. Heath, you got back early.

What did the judge say?

Well, the judge has gone
up to Crystal Lake...

- butJarrod rode up to try and find him.
- I'll fetch you some lunch.

- Where's the grand hostess?
- Miss Audra left about 10 minutes ago.

- Oh? Where'd she go?
- She didn't say.

- Just headed up North Road.
- North? Toward the Craddocks?

I suppose she'd get there
if she rode far enough...

- but she wouldn't.
- She might.

Even if she did, the Craddocks
wouldn't shoot Miss Audra.

Yeah, but Handy Random is no Craddock.

You can stop right there, Miss Barkley.

Ridin' in here-You Barkleys
are full of surprises, aren't you?

I wanted to talk to you.

Little late, isn't it-
Like about two months?

- Frank, I have to warn you.
- About what?

Handy Random. Is he working for you?

In a manner of speaking. Why?

He's a killer, Mr. Craddock.

Now, that's right strange.

When he works for you, he's a guest.

When he works for me, he's a killer.

- He never worked for us.
- You come out here to offer him more money?

We never offered him any money.

He said your family
offered him $500.

The offer came from him.
My brothers threw him out.

We were wrong about him.
He's a killer.

That's why I want him
on my side, instead of yours.

Handy Random is on his own side.

A pretty lady like you ought to have
woman's work to keep her busy.

If you men would handle
things better, I'd have time to.

As it is, my dinner's probably ruined.

You know...

my place needs a woman's touch.

I never had a daughter.

My sons are good boys.

They never been in trouble.

I'd take a bullwhip to the first
of them that took a drink.

Now, if you were to take
a liking to Frank here-

I might be inclined
to give that orange grove...

to the first one of my boys
to present me with a grandchild.

Mr. Craddock, I came here
to stop something, not to start it.

We're not talking
about the same things.

You want to talk
about grandchildren...

- and I want to talk about oranges.
- Exactly.

I'm sorry. I'm just not ready
to get married.

- Frank here's overdue. He's most 30.
- Pa, don't beg.

I'm just trying to find a solution.

She's made it pretty clear I'm not it.

Frank, I'm sorry.

See Miss Audra safely off the property.

I never got no escort
when they showed me the road.

You just do as I say.

You know that destroying
that grove is wrong.

My father knows what he's doing.

Does he know what
Handy Random's doing?

You people brought
that old man into this valley.

- We didn't.
- He just rode in. Don't you understand?

His only purpose is to get
one set of us mad at-

Mad enough that the other set hires him.

Sides mean nothing to him.

You're just saying that
because we have him.

Look, this is far enough. You can make
it home safe by yourself from here.

You got turned down once,
and now you're returning the favor?

In spades.

Good day, Miss Barkley.

- Heath.
- Audra, you know better than to ride out here alone.

Now, let's go.

Look out!

Say, Miss-
Miss Audra!

Young feller?

Say, I'm plumb sorry about that.

That was a mistake. I-

I didn't mean that at all.

No, I'm real sorry.

So come on out.

Come on out now.

I'm sorry.

Drop it!

Young fella, you ought
to know better...

than to ride up on a man
with your gun out...

unless you mean to kill him.

Miss Audra?

See what I mean?

There's nothing to fear at all.

I even fired the other barrel.

Come on out.

You got nothin' to fear.

Friend? Where are you?

Call to him. Tell him where we are.
Tell him I've been hit.

Well, go on, do it.

Mr. Handy?

I'm over here.

Heath's been shot.

Oh! Well, that's a shame.

I'll be right over.

Frank!

Frank's dead, Pa.

I half believed her
when she talked about peace.

She led him into an ambush.

He's got a chest full of gravel.

He said gravel cut down
on his overhead.

I'm sorry, Son.

Joe, take your brother home.

I'm gonna find that old man.

Where are you?

Stand up so I can see you.

I'm over here.

You sure give me
a good one, boy.

I've been shot a lot, but...

I don't believe I ever collected one
quite like this one.

I don't know what got into me-

Turning on my old friends
the Barkleys like that.

I reckon old devil greed
just clum in through my ear...

and set down on my brain.

I always figured
that I'd live forever...

but...

the trouble with this dyin' business...

it makes you feel like
a plumb durn fool.

I always hoped that if I did die
I'd be out of town at the time-

Somebody'd have to come
and tell me about it later.

- I guess it's something
everybody has to do for himself.

It's cold.

This dyin' business is cold.

Would you...
get a blanket out-

out of my gear, boy?

Please?

Take my jacket.

Heath!

Audra, you didn't kill him.

I don't think I did either.

That old man's been dead
for a long time.

What did you do
with the old renegade?

We buried him down by the creek.

- On which side?
- Our side.

You should have left him
for the buzzards.

Even the buzzards are due some
consideration, don't you think?

The Lord works in strange
and wonderful ways.

You were beholden
to that old man...

for avengin' a wrong
done to your family.

Now I'm beholden to you
for the same thing.

Mr. Craddock...

you don't owe us anything.

In some religions,
nobody works for two weeks...

following the death
of a member of the family.

Pickin' oranges is work.

What religion is that, Mr. Craddock?

My religion.

What are you driving at, Craddock?

I thought you might pick
those oranges and dispose of them.

I'm not familiar with the market.

We can do that, can't we?

This is no admission
those groves aren't mine.

We'll let the court decide that...

but if it should find for you...

you'll owe us for the harvesting costs.

Done. I'll haveJoe remove
the posted signs.

Well, I guess there's no need
for this injunction.

We'll just take
our chances in court.