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♪ Oh, listen ♪

♪ Listen well ♪

♪ Listen to the legend of

Chuck-A-Luck, Chuck-A-Luck ♪

♪ Listen to the song

of the gambler's wheel ♪

♪ A souvenir ♪

♪ From a bygone year ♪

♪ Spinning a tale ♪

♪ Of the old frontier ♪

♪ And a man of steel ♪

♪ And a passion

that drove him on ♪

♪ And on and on ♪

♪ It began they say

one summer day ♪

♪ When the sun

was blazing down ♪

♪ 'Twas back in the early '70s ♪

♪ In a little Wyoming town ♪

♪ So listen to the legend of

Chuck-A-Luck, Chuck-A-Luck ♪

♪ Listen to the wheel of fate ♪

♪ As round and round

with a whispering sound ♪

♪ It spins, it spins ♪

♪ The old, old story of hate ♪

♪ Murder ♪

♪ And revenge ♪

- There's nothing's better - Than that

to make a man feel agreeable.

- Especially, in the middle - Of the day.

- Why'd you come in town? - To kiss you.

You oughtn't be away.

Last calf I had an iron on.

He told me I could come.

- Vern.

- What?

- When we get married?

- Eight days.

And when we get the ranch?

Eight years.

- I found a name for it.

- Yeah?

- What is it?

- Lost Cloud Ranch.

- Pretty? - Pretty as you.

- Oh, Vern!

- "Came from Paris in France," - The man said.

Oh, it's beautiful for evening!

Fine for stargazing.

- Hey, Beth, where's everybody?

- I was out in the back and - The folks yelled, "Come in, Tommy."

And I couldn't make it right

then. And they left!

Everybody's gone!

I got nothing to do.

Well, do it outside then.

Go on, get out of here!

Say, where is everybody?

- The road through town is - Deserted.

- Didn't you hear? The Burden's - Over in shady range.

They had triplets last night.

- Just about the whole town - Went over to see them.

- I told dad to go on - And I'd keep the store.

Kids.

- We ought to have a lot of 'em. - Yes.

One every August.

See you tonight.

Whitey?

You wait outside.

- Hey, mister, - Can I hold your horse?

Go on! Get away from here.

Oh!

- Is there anything - You'd like to see?

Yeah.

I wanna see what's

in the assayer's safe.

Both of 'em.

The one over there too.

Yes. Yes, alright.

Hey!

Hey!

Vern! Vern!

- Vern, I saw him. - He come tearin' out the store.

Then the other one fired at me.

- He shot at me, Vern. - Fella with the long white hair.

- Clear down to here.

- White hair?

The one that stayed outside.

No!

Vern, I don't know

how to tell you this.

But she wasn't spared anything.

Jim.

Give me your gun.

Place was empty.

Just a girl in a store.

Sure looked like an easy deal.

- It could've been, - If you wouldn't chase

petticoat so much.

- This is none of your business. - It is this time.

- The whole town will be after us. - You made sure of that.

- Well, let's move then. - We're in this together.

- Let's split it now. I'll take - My chances alone from here on.

- We'll split it in Chuck-A-Luck - And not before.

Tracks lead right

on south, sheriff.

It's Sioux country below here.

What of it? Let's go!

- I didn't mind being deputized, - Hardy

- but I don't mean to get saddle, - So are travelling the country

- let alone - Butchered by Indians.

- I'm turnin' back.

- That's my feeling, sheriff.

- I got 50 head of cattle - To brand tomorrow.

- Are you all worried about - Your rears?

Are you all gutless?

- Come on, we're losing time. - I'm sorry, son.

- I've no authority - To head past this stream.

- But there'll be a warrant - Out for him.

A warrant? For whom?

What's his description?

What if she was your wife?

Or your daughter?

- This is as far as we go.

- Well, turn back then.

I'll follow him alone.

Don't be a downright fool, Vern.

You're a raw hand with a gun.

Never mind the advice.

- Go on back, - You've all done your duty.

You're burnin' to get home.

Be sure to tell everybody

how brave you were.

- Get extra drunk tonight. - I hope you have good dreams.

Hyah!

If she hadn't yelled...

I had to do it, that's all,

I've told you a dozen times.

What are you driving at?

What are you after?

Like, I said before.

I want my share now.

- And I said before, - We'll split it at Chuck-A-Luck.

Keep your mouth shut about

the girl when we get there.

Maybe I will, maybe I won't.

I'll do what I please.

Rattlesnake! Look out!

The man who was with you,

where is he?

Water...

- The man who was with you, - Where is he?

Water. Water.

Talk or you don't get a drop.

Where'd he head?

Where did he head?

To Chuck-A-Luck.

Chuck-A-Luck...

Chuck-A-Luck?

♪ Now, where and what

is Chuck-A-Luck? ♪

♪ Chuck-A-Luck? ♪

♪ Nobody knows

and the dead won't tell ♪

♪ So on and on relentlessly

this man pursues his quest ♪

♪ Through autumn and winter ♪

♪ Searching the great Southwest ♪

- ♪ This thing that drives him - Like a whip ♪

♪ Will never let him rest ♪

♪ Night and day

early and late ♪

♪ He looks for a place

or a town or a face ♪

♪ And deep within him

burn the fires ♪

♪ Of hate, murder ♪

♪ And revenge ♪

- There, you're new around here, - Ain't you?

- Coming? - No, just passing through.

- Did you ever hear of a place - In these parts called

Chuck-A-Luck?

Sure. Wheel of fortune.

- They got one at the Royal - Flush, down the street.

I don't mean a gambling game.

- You never heard of - Any other kinda Chuck-A-Luck?

No, I sure ain't.

I tell you what,

why don't you try asking

over at the courthouse?

- Barber, get another bowl of water. - My face is dry.

- Water comes later...

- I want it now.

Sure, yes. Excuse me.

- Are you on the dodge?

- What of it?

- I wouldn't talk about - Chuck-A-Luck

so freely if I were you.

Why not?

- For one thing, - Altar Keane wouldn't like it.

And for another...

- Where did you hear about - Chuck-A-Luck?

Why are you asking about it?

- Oh, I'm supposed to meet - Somebody there.

- Who? - I don't know.

It could even be you.

Get back there, Barber!

Yes, sir.

- You don't know so much, - But you're sure trying to learn!

I call...

Oh, how is he, Doc?

Well, he suffered lacerations

contusions and concussion.

- His jugular vein was severed - In three places.

A count of four broken ribs

- and there was compound fracture - Of the skull.

To put it briefly,

he's real dead.

- Huh! - Uh!

What makes you think

he was an outlaw?

- The way he acted. The way he - Asked me if I was on the dodge.

- How do I know - Was it self-defense?

Oh, I tell you that stranger do.

I saw his gun.

- It used to be the finest - Barbershop

west of Baxter's Bridge.

Hey!

Could this be him?

- There's something - Around the eyes.

Sure, that's him.

That's him before

I shaved his handlebars.

Hmm!

- "Ace Maguire. - Wanted by the State of Texas

"for robbery of a stagecoach

out of El Paso, July 25, 1873.

- "Reward, $300."

- Did it say July 25th?

Yeah, July 25th.

- Then he couldn't have been - In Wyoming early in August.

No, he couldn't have.

Apologies and congratulations,

my friend. The $300 is yours.

- Sheriff, did you ever hear of - Something called Chuck-A-Luck?

- Oh, yeah.

- A saloon.

Or, a-a-a password, maybe?

No!

No, I never did.

Here's your gun.

- Uh, about the reward, - It'll be a few days...

Give it to the barber.

Thanks. That's sure kind of you.

Well, you did our job for us.

- The least I could do - Is to buy you a drink.

Say, wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

Did any of you ever hear of

someone called Altar Crane?

Altar Crane. Oh!

- Seems to me like I heard of a - Name like that...

Or Keane. Altar Keane?

Yeah.

Yeah, I remember.

- If it's the person - I'm thinking about

why, her name is Keane,

not Crane.

Altar Keane, yeah!

What are you laughing at?

Oh, that name takes me back

a long time.

When I was mining ore

in a big boom town.

Well, one night...

It was a horse race sorta.

Only I was one of the horses

and Altar Keane was my jockey.

One!

Two! Three!

Come on, come on!

You can make it!

Come on!

That's the only Altar Keane

I know!

- They only made one like her.

- But what happened to her?

- Where is she now? - I can't say.

- I never saw her after that. - I've got to find her.

Now, where would I look?

- Well, a little later, - I heard she went to Virginia City.

Try some of the saloons.

She moved up there

with a girl named...

Dolly, used to be

a good friend of hers.

I knew her well.

When I first met Altar,

she'd just come

from the Eastern Seaboard.

- She was a singer, - You know, Bucky.

Sang only in the most

elegant places.

- Loved horses.

Always had a pair

of white horses.

And the men would all uncover

as she drove by.

The women?

You know women, Bucky.

They would have been happy

for lightning to hit her.

Let me tell you

the kind of girl Altar was.

Lots of men.

Sure, that's her privilege.

But she'd shut the door

on a cattle baron

if she had fancy

for a cowpuncher.

Yes.

She was a glory girl

in those days.

Last I heard

she was in Tascosa

at Baldy Gunder's place.

- The only thing you'll find - Around here, young man

is just a shade of her.

She left here, six...

seven years ago.

It was just after the night

she met Frenchy Fairmont.

- Faster on the draw - Than a Mexican jack rabbit.

I don't swear this is true

because I wasn't here.

But here's the way they tell it.

The story runs that one night

Mr. Gunder didn't like

the way she treated a patron.

- Or to put first things first,

Altar didn't like the way

the patron treated her!

♪ How could she leave her baby? ♪

♪ How could she leave

her bed and board ♪

♪ And elope with ♪

♪ Gypsy Davey? ♪

♪ Last night she slept ♪

♪ In a goose-feather bed ♪

♪ At home with her Lord

and her baby ♪

♪ Tonight she sleeps ♪

Altar, you don't smile enough.

I'm sick of smiling.

I pay you to entertain people,

not to kick their teeth out.

Take your hands off me, Baldy.

Oh, sure, sure.

Nobody's gonna touch you, angel.

Nobody wants you around, either.

You're fired.

Deductions for food

and costumes, $27.

Deductions for leaving early

two nights, $10.

And you haven't been shilling

very good lately, either.

I owe you $20 even.

- You can look for yourself. - Never mind.

- Your word's - As good as your book.

Oh!

Here's your $20.

Thanks.

- And lots of bad luck to you, - Baldy.

Get out of my way.

Make your bets.

Is everybody down?

We're ready to spin.

- Wheel is spinning. - Wait.

- Spin the wheel.

- Wheel is spinning.

Three fours on the red.

And we have a winner!

Here is a lady who is lucky.

Everybody's lucky at

Chuck-A-Luck.

Step up and make your bets.

Is everybody down?

- Spin the wheel.

- Wheel is spinning.

Three fours on red wins again.

Did the lady have that covered?

Yes, she did.

- Is that idiot thinks - She's shilling?

He didn't know you fired her.

- You should've... - Shut up.

Come here!

Stop the game!

- When I tell somebody - To get out, I mean it.

I don't work for you anymore.

I'm a customer.

Don't lose your

sense of humor, Altar.

I stay here as long as I like.

Alright! Alright!

We'll have one more spin

and then close up for the night.

Try your luck at Chuck-A-Luck.

Everybody wins.

Is everybody down?

Betting, Altar?

Sure.

Let her spin.

- Wheel is sp... - I'll spin it.

- What! - It's Frenchy Fairmont!

You win, ma'am.

Pay the lady, please.

It's alright. Pay her.

This will help you carry it.

There you are, ma'am.

May I be seeing you home?

Yes.

- Always a pleasure - To meet a good loser.

Frenchy Fairmont.

- They say you're - The fastest draw in the West.

- Well, the greatest ability, - Miss Keane

often consists in not showing.

You're wanted, aren't you?

Let's say, I'm in public demand.

Why did you do that back there?

I'm sentimental.

Are you?

- I once saw three men fight - A gun battle over you.

You did?

- All three of them were killed.

- Abilene, wasn't it?

- Yes.

- And I was in Hayes City once, - When you rode

right through a hotel lobby

on a white horse.

Rode him up straight up

the stairs to the dining room.

- You must have had quite - An important

engagement that evening.

It was with the mayor.

- Somehow wherever I went - Those days,

- I seemed to see - Altar Keane or hear about her.

Why didn't you ever meet me?

My engagements led me

to other parts of the West

but then more toward Mexico.

- I often wondered - What had become of you.

- You can stop feeling sorry - For me.

- You strike me as a wonderful - Woman, Miss Keane.

Oh, stop it!

- What are you gonna do - With all this money?

For a moment, when I was

winning, I thought...

I'd give it back.

Why?

- You don't think Baldy Gunder - Would let me

out of town alive with it.

This is my place.

Don't give it back.

- There's a stage south - All the way

to Silver City in the morning.

- I'd be glad to offer you - Protection until it leaves.

I know you would.

Alright.

Come in.

I will, ma'am.

In the morning at nine.

Just before the stage leaves.

Goodnight.

- They say he stayed outside her - Place that night

uh, just in case Baldy

should show up.

And the next morning,

he put her on the stage.

Well, that's how

Altar left here.

And with her gone,

- business fell off - At Baldy's Palace.

Where did she go?

Tell me, young man,

why are you so interested

in Altar Keane?

- I gotta find somebody - Through her.

Well, I wish I could help you

- but I never heard of her - Anymore.

- I was told a story that - Some years later

she met Frenchy again,

down near the border.

- And if you wanna believe - What you hear,

- there they might be now, - The two of them

holding snug and warm.

Of course, I don't know

how much of if it's true

but it sure sounds romantic.

- Frenchy ain't so snug today.

A mail rider came through today.

And in case you don't know it,

Frenchy was caught and locked up

over in Gunsight last Thursday.

And the best I hope for him

is they hang him.

♪ Now the road

that goes to Chuck-A-Luck ♪

♪ Leads to a western jail ♪

♪ And behind the bars

is an outlaw ♪

♪ Who knows

the Chuck-A-Luck trail ♪

- ♪ There's crooked politicians - In the very next cell ♪

♪ Safely locked away ♪

♪ It's an angry town

all closed down ♪

♪ To vote on election day ♪

♪ But here's a man

with a crazy plan ♪

♪ A plan that will not wait ♪

♪ He'll trick his way

inside that jail ♪

♪ To reach his goal of hate ♪

♪ Murder and revenge ♪

- Maybe you got a padded cell - For this one, Sam?

- Shootin' up the town - On election day!

- Yeah, with a dozen deputies - Roaming the streets!

- How's the election coming? - Law and Order party's ahead.

- Say, why ain't you at the polls? - What are you doin' here?

I'm making sure

that this rat

don't turn those rats loose.

- Slade, what do you think? - I don't know.

Don't fret, gentlemen.

- It won't be the first time - They've hung

a few crooked politicians.

- It'll only take a minute, - Or two.

It's a clean way to die

and as quiet as eating a banana.

- You've got no right - To keep us here.

Sheriff, you got to protect us.

- If Law and Order wins, - They'll hang us.

- That's their platform.

- Shut up! All of you.

- Where do you want him put? - Not with them!

- I don't like men who swindled - The town so bad that they

- got to close their saloons, and - Throw them out of the office.

- That's just about what I was saying.

I bet you could bribe them

with a rusty nail.

- That's Frenchy Fairmont. - Rather be with him?

Sure, give me an outlaw rather

than these thieves any time.

- At least he takes his chances - In the open.

You are welcome, sir.

Sheriff, is there a chance we

might cash in our chips tonight?

How about some whiskey up here?

- You can't deny that to 'em, - Mr. Bullock.

- There'll be no lynching - While I'm around

- but it might make 'em act - A little more like men.

Send for three bottles.

- What kind of - A Law and Order party is this?

- I got thrown in jail for trying - To buy a drink on election day

- and they have it delivered - To their door!

You're right.

Our party stands

for everybody alike.

Whiskey for all of 'em.

- Sheriff.

Be sure it's my brand.

Joe Gideon.

It'll take a little time.

- All the way down from Wyoming, - I heard that no jail

had ever seen Frenchy Fairmont.

I dropped into town to buy

a piece of merchandise.

- A bottle of perfume. - Bottle of perfume?

For a lady.

- And when I turned my back

the storekeeper hit me over

the head with an axe handle.

- Are you from Wyoming?

- Yeah.

You ever been in Wyoming?

No, I haven't.

- And I wouldn't be - Surprised if I never will be.

Why not?

Well, if this Law and Order

election gets out of hand

it may not be choosy.

If they take our friends here,

they might take us along too.

Just for a few extra laughs.

- That's a comforting thought. - Isn't it?

- I had a fight with my ranch boss - At home and quit.

So, I took my back pay

and decided to see the land.

- Work your way down here? - Yeah.

A couple of weeks at a time.

Trouble with me is I usually

lose what I make at poker

but the other night I was lucky.

I closed my eyes

and took my last $20 gold piece

- and threw it on that - Chuck-A-Luck number.

And so help me, I hit!

- Yes, a man can get mighty - Fortunate

at a Chuck-a-Luck wheel.

Now, when I wanna do

a little skylarkin'

- I come to a town - That's shut up tight.

- You took a double - Of your time about it!

I couldn't find the particular

brand you wanted right away.

- The town is...

- Never mind about that.

- Drink your whiskey - And be glad you got it.

- You better drink it fast, men. - The final returns...

I told you, never mind!

Look, how that dirty,

double-crossing sheriff!

- Not a thing! - Not a thing, but whiskey!

What did you expect to find?

Empty your bottles!

Empty them fast!

- Empty it! - Come on, Cowboy!

That's it! That's it!

- Give it to me. - Give it to me.

What would you say that was?

I'd say it was a pick.

- The sheriff and these boys - Work real well together.

- Look, young man, - Can't we talk this over?

- How much would you - Take for that?

We'll let you have too.

Polls are closed.

I have the latest count.

Citizens' Party, 119 votes.

Law and Order, 1,540.

That says we all meet later

at the Big Dipper Saloon.

Gentlemen, say your prayers.

Cowboy, I'll give you

$1,000 for that thing.

- I'd double that. - Three thousand.

- Three thousand. - Now, hand it over! Give it here.

You heard him $3000.

Three thousand dollars!

Let us out! $5,000! $5,000!

Five thousand dollars.

Do you hear me?

- Hey, they're all getting drunk - Over at the Dipper.

What are you doing here?

- The election threw you - Out of office.

Well, I just wanna clean

my desk out.

- Well, go ahead, - And then get outta here.

They're talkin' lynch over there.

- You gonna let that crowd - Take 'em?

- Alright, I'll go over and make - A speech at 'em.

But, you stay here.

- Hey, Bill, help me - With this drawer, will you?

It's stuck.

- The horses are in the back! - Watch out! Fairmont's loose!

Come on.

- Both of you, - Put up your hands!

That's very sensible of you.

- Go find the horses. - Yeah.

- You'll just have to - Wait a minute, gentlemen.

Well, you'll have to walk

out of town.

And if you want my advice,

you'll run.

Hyah!

Wait! Whoa! Wait here for me.

What are you stopping for?

What I came to town for.

Hyah!

After the war, I decided

to settle in Missouri.

What brought you out West?

A bullet.

A bullet I put in a rancher.

Another man who had

his own personal sheriff.

Cheated me out of a homestead,

and called it law.

I met him in a corral.

- He had the jump, but I guess - Hate made me fast.

He went down like a stone.

I wasn't sorry, but I had

to leave there in a hurry.

Then I got a rep

for being fast with a gun.

I kept meeting up with

cowpunchers full of booze

or trigger-crazy gunfighters.

I'd ride into a town

and have to shoot my way out.

Seems that's how it went.

Must be a lonely trail.

You don't make many friends.

- There'll be a warrant - Out for you, Vern.

Ever been on the dodge before?

First time I ever had

a warrant at my tail.

First time,

I've been a horse thief!

- Would you ever mind for a bed - With springs on it tonight?

They grow on cactus around here?

Not exactly.

Down there.

- If you're not headed - Anywhere particular

maybe you'd care to side

with me for a while.

Well, there's something

I have to attend to

- but that can wait, - Till I'm ready.

Lead the way.

Hey, there.

- Hiya, Frenchy. - Hi, Harbin.

Grain 'em.

Rio, Gonzales!

Who is he?

Friend of mine.

- Hey, it's good to see you, - Frenchy.

Heard you were on your way

an hour ago.

- Don't be surprised - At anything around here.

- And the boss is waiting - To see you.

- Hello, Boss.

Frenchy, you old mustang.

Welcome back to Chuck-A-Luck.

- Meet the boss of this ranch, - Altar Keane.

- Lookout told me - You had somebody with you.

- If not for him, - I might be at the end of a rope

this very minute.

Little trouble up in Gunsight.

- Used his head, and used his guts.

Uses his eyes too, doesn't he?

- What are you staring at? - Shall I turn around?

- Well, to be honest with you, - Ma'am, I've heard so many

- different stories about you - I wasn't certain

there was any Altar Keane.

What do you think I was?

A pipe dream?

- I guess so, it's the first time - I ever met up

with a real live pipe dream.

- Especially, - One with grease on her arms.

- It sure is unsettling.

- Well, settle down.

- Does he need to be - Out of sight for a while?

Well, he helped me break jail.

- There's a warrant - For any man who'd do that.

I'm tired. It was a long ride.

How many are staying here now?

Nine, including the lookouts.

- Star came in last week. - He's very prosperous right now.

He's wanted in three states.

- Any friend of Frenchy's - Is welcome at Chuck-A-Luck.

If he agrees to the rules.

Hard to fancy anybody

not agreeing with your rules!

- We don't do any fighting here. - We don't ask any questions.

- And everybody does - His share of work.

- And you'll be expected - To do yours.

Oh, sure, I'm pretty capable

at all kinds of cattle work.

This is a horse ranch.

Come and get it!

Come and get it!

- Well, that's good music, - Isn't it?

I'll take him in. Come on.

- How do you want to be - Known while you're here?

My name's Vern Haskell.

- Some or the other don't care - To be called by their names.

Vern will do.

Alright.

- We've got a new man - Here tonight.

He helped Frenchy out of a jam.

He'll be here for a while.

Goes by the name of Vern.

Now, this is Star.

He carried one once.

- Hi! - And this is Red.

Doesn't touch a drop of liquor

but is death on candy.

And here is Preacher.

He claims he was one once,

but who believes him.

"with joyful countenance, son

for you shall find haven here."

Preacher always reads

over anybody he kills.

- What he means is, - This is the best hiding place

- you can find this side the moon, - Day or night.

Meet Harbin.

The warrants for him

have rotted away long ago.

- Well, I don't mind. - There'll be some more one of these days.

- And this is Comanche Paul. - Hmm.

He's half Indian.

The honest half.

Meet Wilson.

- Look at that smile.

- He spends most his time - Chasing ladies.

No girl is safe

when he's around.

Looks like one of them

had some fight in her!

Uh-uh.

Bobcat made these.

A real bobcat.

Male or female?

Don't forget what I said.

"No questions."

Now, this is Kinch.

He has a way with gold.

- He used to pan it, - But now he just borrows it.

Sit down over there.

- Where is Frenchy?

- He's eating with me.

Mighty handsome filly.

I think you'll like Vern.

He seems to be alright.

Outside of being a little fresh.

You think you could find

any use for this?

- Oh, Frenchy, I haven't had - A bottle of perfume

- since I went to El Paso - Two years ago.

- I'm sorry I haven't got anything - Else for your birthday, Altar

- but I ran into - A little difficulty

getting a hold of that.

- That's when - They caught you, huh?

- Crazy Frenchy.

Risking your life

for a bottle of perfume.

- And don't ask me how old - I'll be tomorrow

or I'll ask you.

Does another year bother you?

Every year's a threat

to a woman.

Crazy Altar.

I've been riding alone

too long this time.

It's good to be back.

Hyah! Hyah!

He's pretty good, huh?

Pretty young.

- I might have liked that kind - Of riding

say, ten or 12 years ago.

He can handle a horse alright!

- Ever seen him before? - No.

- Certain? - I never lose a face.

I don't know him.

He was sure looking strange

at you last night

all through supper.

- Yeah! He sure does gander, - Doesn't he?

He looks straight through a man.

- Fancy riding! - Yeah!

She's a cocky filly.

Like a lot of women.

- Takes a lot of breaking before - She comes along nice and even.

You're dead right on that.

- Hey!

- Wilson! - Hi, Geary.

- Howdy.

- Hi, partner!

Coming all to this party?

- Coming to the party, - And away from a marshal.

Amigo, you sit on a horse

more better than anybody.

If you let me say so, senor.

They don't come any tougher

than this one, even in Wyoming.

Any horses from up there?

Don't know.

We are only paid hands here.

Some of these fellas, they...

- ...they range pretty far - From here, don't they?

- Used to be five paid hands - At ranch.

This one name Martinez.

- He worked on saddles - And bridles.

He began to talk a lot in town.

He began to answer

a lot of questions.

No bridle on his tongue.

Only four of us here now.

We never know what become

of Martinez.

They say he...

- Well, maybe you know - What they say.

You see?

Yeah.

Yeah, I see.

- A dining car full of cattlemen

was on a siding.

- Jess here went in one end, - Me on the other

and we met in the middle.

- And boys were right obliged, - Just emptied out their pockets.

One of them tried to be brave.

- We had to take care of him. - That's what started the trouble.

- We've been one jump ahead of - Marshals half way across Texas.

What's your count on this?

- Four thousand eight hundred - Dollars.

- That yours? - Hmm-hmm.

That makes 480 for Chuck-A-Luck.

- That's right.

- Care for any of that?

No.

Ten percent of this...

would be, I should say,

what $50?

- Fifty dollars.

Well, we'd better keep our faces

around here for a month or so.

Before you do, let's see

what's in that bag?

Something called bonds.

City of Austin bonds.

They're worthless.

- Eleven hundred dollars - Worthless?

I take $110... in cash.

- Now. - Now, wait a minute.

How do you expect us

to cash those in?

That's your trouble.

I don't ask you to stay here.

- That's your price?

- That's always my price.

Ten percent of everything.

- You been riding mighty high, - Altar.

- Someday...

- Someday what?

Count it out, Jess.

- You'll have a chance - To win it back tonight.

- You're mighty lucky.

- Do you mind? On my birthday?

- So I been chasing - This little filly.

Then she finally asks me in.

- And I said, - "But you got a husband or two.

Where are they roamin' tonight?"

And she said,

"I've got three husbands

- "but they're all down - In the cellar.

- "I keep 'em locked up, - When I'm not using 'em.

- Now, are you coming in, - Or you're staying out?"

- You'd do anything to get your - Arms around a girl.

- Wouldn't you? - Wouldn't you?

I'm in.

Isn't this worth staying for?

I'm out.

- Somebody get me - Something to drink.

You still don't remember him?

I've told you,

I never lose a face.

I've never seen him.

- Looks like a lot of men - I've known.

- Yeah, what's bothering you, - Kinch?

- I can't put my finger on it, - But...

- ...see the way he looked at you - When you told that story.

Frenchy brought him here.

That's enough for me.

- You're always right there - When you're needed, aren't you?

Ace is bet.

Gonna play my luck.

And a hundred.

Too steep for me.

I'll see you.

- Three fives. - Hold it!

I don't wanna see Altar

swindled on her birthday!

- Geary bugged that whole card. - I seen it.

What?

Say that again, Harbin.

He cheated, I tell you.

Of course, I knew he cheated.

That's why I stole his watch.

I'd trade it for the pot.

I'd call that a fair trade.

- Now, how about that song - You promised me, Altar?

- That's right, Altar. - Give us a tune.

- Somewhere it's written - There are three things

a man really requires.

Good whiskey, a bold song,

and an honest woman.

Or any woman.

Take care of my money, Harbin.

- Well, I've had all kinds - On my sides and never found

one fit to equal Altar.

How do you feel about that?

- I wouldn't know about it. - Maybe he's got a sweetheart.

- Come on, boys. - Let's have a little music.

Let's have us some fun.

♪ A young man is reckless

and ready ♪

♪ A young man is handsome

and vain ♪

♪ He's young and intense ♪

♪ But hasn't the sense ♪

♪ To come in out of the rain ♪

♪ Get away, get away ♪

♪ Get away, young man,

get away ♪

♪ A young man

is full of adventure ♪

♪ And eager to do what he can ♪

♪ He may be a joy ♪

♪ But don't send a boy ♪

♪ To do the work of a man ♪

♪ Get away ♪

♪ Get away ♪

♪ Get away, young man,

get away ♪

♪ A young man will come

when you call him ♪

♪ And leave when

you tell him to go ♪

♪ But some day he'll guess ♪

♪ A woman means yes ♪

♪ Whenever a woman says no ♪

♪ Get away, get away ♪

♪ Get away, young man,

get away ♪

♪ A woman is only a creature ♪

♪ Of notions and dimples

and lies ♪

♪ So learn, if you can ♪

♪ This lesson, young man ♪

♪ And don't run off

when she cries ♪

♪ Get away, get away ♪

♪ Get away, young man,

get away ♪

♪ Get away, get away,

get away, young man ♪

♪ Get away ♪

♪ Get away ♪

♪ If you can ♪

Altar, Altar, lookout coming!

- Spotted a bunch of riders - Coming through Dry Creek!

Looks like a posse.

- They're headed for the ranch! - Regular hands, stay here.

- Everybody else, clear your gear - Out of the bunkhouse, all of it.

- Ride to the Ridge Camp. - Let's go!

Lookout, go back to your post.

- Gonzales, stay here - And get the horses settled.

- You and you clean up this mess. - Get rid of the bottles!

- Altar, would you like me - To stay?

- No, Frenchy, - I can handle this alone.

- Miss Keane, - They don't know my face

You go with the others!

- Get going! - You heard the lady.

Frenchy, ride to the Ridge Camp.

- Stay there, until I send word. - It's a day or a month.

Everybody ready? Come on!

Hello, Spinning C!

Hello, the ranch!

Anyone awake?

Well, if it isn't

Marshal Donaldson!

We haven't seen you in months.

Hello, there, Miss Keane.

You're up late.

I was working on my books.

We're hunting four men,

Miss Keane.

We got a word that

Frenchy Fairmont...

and a man that helped him

break jail, Vern Haskell

- passed down this way - A couple of days ago.

A mick sheep herder saw them.

- And just this morning, - Two more men

Mort Geary and Jess Factor

wanted over in Texas

for a train robbery.

They were reported

heading this way.

- Well, that's mighty peculiar, - Isn't it?

Yes.

- Unless, they're all - Headed for the border.

- Hmm, no sign of them here?

- Not at all.

Things are

very peaceful these days.

I don't like to do it...

- ...but I've got - To ask you one thing more.

Yes.

- There's a lot of territory - To cover in between here

- and the border, and we'd like - To breathe our horses here

and loan some of yours.

Always glad to oblige the law.

- Rio, Gonzales, - Get five of our best horses.

- We'll help pull them out. - While you're waiting.

- Would you like to come in - And have a drink?

- Well, I should keep - My trigger finger steady

but it's a long night.

- It will take a while - Before to get the horses.

Vern. Where's Vern?

- Well, he stopped a way his back. - Said his saddle was slipping.

- He'll never find this trail - Alone. I'll go back for him.

The horses are ready, marshal.

Oh. Would you like a drink?

Well, thank you.

I hope we can

repay you for this.

You certainly can.

- If you ever hear - Of any Eastern buyers

looking for stock, let me know.

I have a cousin

up north that might be

able to steer you some trade.

That's nice.

- How many horses - Do you have now?

Oh, about 42.

Strange.

I counted 33 in the corral.

How did you happen

to count them?

Because I noticed tracks.

Fresh tracks.

Shoes fresh in the clay,

leading out of the corral

tracks for eight or ten horses.

- I spotted those strays, ma'am.

They're grazing in the box

canyon across the valley.

- We can round them up now - Or in the morning.

Are they safe there?

- I'd say so. - Morning will do, then.

- Mighty sorry I left - The gate rope off, ma'am.

- Who are you?

- My new hand, marshal.

- I thought you used only Mexicans - On your ranch, Miss Keane.

I needed an extra man.

He's good at breaking broncs.

Little careless, sometimes.

- You wear your holster - Mighty high, mister.

Don't have to reach

as far that way.

Let me see your hands.

- I bet they're not - As soft as yours are.

- I don't earn my living - As a gunsling.

- Takes years of cow punching - To make 'em that rough.

Sorry, son.

I got a good man here too.

But sometimes he's too careful.

- Thanks. Goodnight.

- I'll go with you.

- Wait for me. - Yes, ma'am.

Come on! Aqui.

- Goodbye, Miss Keane.

Come on, men.

You're always standing

in doorways.

And always using your eyes.

- That way you see things - You never expected to see.

- Yeah. Like stray horses - In the valley?

- That was very clever of you. - Thanks.

- I'm very grateful - But expect the men

- who stay here - To do as I say.

- Why aren't you - With the others?

I lost them on the way,

needed some direction.

- Figured I might be - Able to find

- what I was looking for - Back here.

You expect me to believe that?

That dress you had on tonight...

I never saw a stylier one.

They must have made you

out of salt and brass!

Where did those bracelets

come from, and that brooch?

Who gave them to you?

I guess things have to be

explained double to you.

There are no questions

here. None!

- You don't ask people - Who they are

- where they came from - Or where they're going

- or if the sand is dry - Or the moon is yellow.

- And you blame well don't ask me - Where I get my jewelry!

- It's none - Of your business.

The rules of Chuck-A-Luck

are meant to be kept.

- And if you don't intend - To keep them

you can clear out right now.

- It's hard for a man - To look at you and keep any rules.

Did you just think of that?

No, I thought of that

the first minute I saw you

grease and all.

Like heat lightning, I suppose.

- How'd you know?

And every time you see me,

you feel a little weak in the head.

No, I feel sorry for myself.

Sorry I never met you before.

Sorry I never had a chance

to give you a brooch like that.

You're as smooth on the ground

as you're on the deck

of a horse.

Only when somebody

irons me out...

like you do.

Vern, when you come

to a fenced range

do you always try

to climb over?

I always see

if the gate's open first.

But one way or another,

though, you try.

That was for trying.

That was for trying too hard.

- It strikes me, - You're real unfair, ma'am.

Why?

Got two slaps,

only one kiss.

Now you go and saddle my horse.

- I'll lead you up - Where you can't miss the trail.

Frenchy?

- Beautiful night - For chasing up

- and down the side - Of the mountain.

Oh, sorry, I slipped

behind and lost you.

- The only place - I knew where to go was here.

Not being a skeptical man,

that's what I figured.

Is everything alright?

Marshal's posse was here.

- They're looking for you - And Vern and Geary and Factor.

- They'll be through with this - Way again in the morning.

Then we better leave.

I'll bring everybody

back here tomorrow night.

You can go to bed.

Nobody will get lost this time.

- That's what I call - Threading a needle!

I saw Bat Masterson

call a good aim once.

- He shoot the little toe - Off a fella with his boot on.

- I'll be glad to duplicate - Anything Bat Masterson ever did.

Stick out your foot.

- What's the matter - With you, Frenchy?

That wasn't anything personal.

- Harbin! - Yeah!

Hang up another rein.

Lately, I see you

trying everything I do.

He's getting good at that kind

of a stunt, alright?

I don't know how he'd be

drawing against a man.

That would depend on the man.

I call that fair shooting.

If I keep on, I might even

be able to outdraw you some day.

Don't ever try it.

You've only stayed

six weeks this time.

But I came back empty-handed

the last. I need some income.

Going tonight?

I'm riding to Clay Springs

in the morning with Star.

- There's a bank over there - I wanna look over

before going onto a couple

of other jobs upstate.

- Hoping five - Or six men can handle it.

But it may take more.

- I'll size it up, - Be back two or three days.

- That's what all - The shooting was about, hmm?

Target practice.

- Vern's getting pretty handy - With a .45.

You're not taking him?

- And why not? - He's...

- He's not...

- You mean he's not an outlaw?

- That never bothered you - Much about me.

- When I met you, you were - Chin-deep in this kind of life.

You couldn't go back.

- And even if you had wanted to, - They wouldn't have let you.

- But he can.

- Maybe so.

That's not the way he acts.

- He's worked on his draw release - Till he's as fast as you'll find them.

No matter how fast he is there's

- always going to be - Someone a little faster.

That's right. Me.

And some day you won't come

back from one of those trips.

- Or they bring you back - Full of lead.

You're not talking about me.

- You're talking about him. - No, Frenchy.

I think you're lying.

- Maybe I am.

- Look, Altar.

Once in a lifetime, a woman

means something to a man.

- I know, Frenchy.

- Time holds us together.

- And time's stronger - Than a rope.

- We buy your horses, - Work your ranch

- wrestle our own beans - Half the time, now this.

That's right.

- Just be sure to send back - My ten per cent

of that bank robbery

- before you go on - To your other jobs.

Why the change in rules?

- The whole trip won't take us - More than a month.

- Suppose you land in jail, - I get nothing.

- You always took - That risk before.

- Not now. - Maybe it ain't that at all?

- Maybe it's just - You don't trust us.

- Lately...

- Lately what?

You're all a jump.

- Maybe we ought to worry - A little about trusting you.

If you think that,

find another Chuck-A-Luck.

And that, my brothers,

is like finding a potato tree.

- When will Frenchy be back? - Later today.

- What has Frenchy - Got to do with it?

We'll talk over these

new arrangements with him.

I'm the boss of this ranch, Kinch.

I make the rules.

I told you to saddle my horse.

What is the other one for?

For me, ma'am.

- All right. - Come along if you want to.

That's who! That's who he is.

I knew I'd seen him before!

- The way he climbs up - On a horse!

Finally got him placed, huh?

- A little town up in Wyoming.

- What'd he do?

It ain't what he did.

Never mind.

- Take my word for something, - The sooner he gets

- a bullet through his head, - The better.

- I was working with this horse - Of yours yesterday.

Give me a couple of more days

and he'll be able to read and write.

Yes, I've been watching you.

- I don't want him to learn - A lot of stupid tricks.

- I'm sorry. - I'm moody these days.

It's been a dry summer.

The earth's baked hard.

Gets people out of sorts too,

the weather does.

My father told me that.

- How long do you intend to stay - At the ranch?

- Oh, maybe till the rains come.

- If a girl won't blow out - The candle for you

the rain will dowse it sometimes.

Did your father tell you that?

No, I-I just sort of made that up myself.

- Every time I should be angry at you, - I laugh.

I guess you think I'm pretty funny, huh?

Yes, I do,

and I only met one man in my whole life

who didn't want something

behind his pretty talk.

What I want, if I were allowed to ask,

is to know a thousand things about you.

Where you were born?

How you came out west?

Where you got that dress

you had on at the party?

Where you got your jewelry?

- What stories about you are true - And what aren't?

The dress is from New Orleans,

- and I can tell you a story - That isn't true.

- I positively - Never wore green hair!

Is it they named a parlor car after you?

Mm-hm. The Kansas Pacific Railroad,

the Altar Keane.

- And that diamond you had, - Famous in four states.

- Big as a doorknob.

- That's right.

But it wasn't real.

- The fella who gave it to me - Was something like you.

- Fresh and sort of - Honest-looking around the mouth.

Anyway, you've got a girl somewhere.

- No, I haven't. - Then you've got five of them.

No.

No, I have no girl.

I'd wish you go away

and come back ten years ago.

Go away, Vern. I don't want

you anymore. I mean it.

Get off my ranch and leave me alone.

Let's suppose this is

the main street of Clay Springs.

And right here is the bank.

Next to the bank

is a store and next to that

is the Primrose Theatre.

- On the same side as the theater - And down a bit is the saloon.

- Where's the sheriff?

- Asleep, I hope.

But there's our worry.

- Right here, almost straight - Across from the bank

is the marshal's office.

- If anything goes wrong, - There's a good chance

some of us will get sawed off.

- How many men do you - Figure you will need?

Nine. Five in the bank,

three in the street.

- And somebody, - Who's not known in Clay Springs

- to go ahead - And plant himself on the balcony

of the Primrose Theatre.

From here, he can draw a bead

right on the marshals' office.

- I never been in Clay Springs. - I'll go on ahead.

- Right.

You Frenchy, Star, Jess and me

makes four more.

That's five.

- Comanche?

- I go.

I'd like to make it.

- Sorry, Harbin, - It's no deal for anybody

- who can't move fast - If he needs to.

- But I... - Red?

No. I'm heading out

tomorrow myself.

- I've got a little matter - Of my own down in Mexico.

Preacher?

Praying for Mammon has always

been my infirmity. I'll ride.

- I'm number eight. - At least there's one shy.

How about Vern?

- A gun like his - Would be worth a lot

if we run into real trouble.

No, he doesn't belong in this.

Leave him here, huh?

That won't make Altar unhappy.

I get your point,

but I'll make up my own mind.

- I forgive you for being so foolish - But not for being so wrong.

- Am I wrong, Altar?

- Frenchy.

He's young and handsome.

It's easy to take a fancy to him.

He makes you remember

yourself a long time back.

But there's been nothing.

Nothing!

I told him to leave

the ranch this afternoon.

- He's riding to Clay Springs - With us tomorrow.

- Did he ask to go along? - No, and I'm not asking him.

I'm telling him.

- We need him and he'll go along - Whether he likes it or not.

Do you mind?

No.

I don't mind.

Hit me in the shoulder.

Star's hit.

- I've never seen anything - Messed up finer.

- The first shot came from - Across the street.

I saw it from the balcony.

- Didn't miss me by more - Than two inches.

Nobody blame Jess and me.

- We done our part just like - Frenchy laid it out.

- Where is he, anyway? - He knows we're meeting here.

Don't worry about him,

Frenchy will get here.

If the next job goes like this last one...

- Listen, we got - What we went for, didn't we?

- All right now, - Let's settle who's gonna take

Altar's cut back to the ranch?

If it was up to me, she'd get no cut.

- I'm fed up to the neck - With her high and mighty ways .

- Right. - Oh, you want trouble with Frenchy?

- We've always been safe at - Chuck-A-Luck. I know...

- You are here two hours. - You don't talk to me.

You don't bring me anything.

When you coming in to dance with me?

Any minute.

Well, I say, somebody's gotta take

- Altar's ten percent - Back to the ranch now.

- We can get there back - In five or six hours.

Yeah! Somebody. Not me!

- Me neither. I'm not riding half - The night to cater to Altar.

Well, I'm occupied here.

I've got some dancing to do.

That leaves you three.

- Low card fair?

- That's all right with me.

King.

Seven of diamonds.

- Five of diamonds.

I expected you a little sooner.

I knew you were coming.

The lookout spotted you.

I told you not to come back.

No matter how many times

you tell me, I'll come back.

I expected you to.

- How did it go this morning?

- No difficulties.

A few of us got to Margy's saloon first.

The rest will be along later.

- Tomorrow we're all gonna go - To Langsey.

Then what are you doing here?

Well, somebody had to bring you your cut.

Why you?

I happened to draw low card.

- You happened, hmm?

- I'm lucky at cards.

And I aim to get slapped again.

If I can.

I knew you would.

- Sometimes I like a man - Who doesn't believe

what a woman tells him.

And I like a woman

that's sometimes cold like ice

sometimes burning like the sun.

A pipe dream in blue jeans

or in a birthday dress.

Now, give me one wish,

and I'd wish to see a rig like that again.

- A shawl and jewels and all.

- Just like that night.

What are you gonna do about it?

What is it, Vern?

It's a pipe dream.

- You'll kiss me tonight - And send me away tomorrow.

Maybe.

If that's the way you feel,

- where's the money - You were bringing me?

- It's in my saddlebags.

- Then go and get it.

Star!

- Vern.

I won't send you away tomorrow.

You're very beautiful.

And the jewelry Frenchy gave you...

Men are funny,

and all men are jealous.

- Frenchy only gave me - One of these.

- Which?

- The necklace.

- The other things I bought myself - When I bought the dress.

What about that?

Oh, that?

It was part of my cut.

Kinch gave it to me.

Kinch?

It was Kinch!

Vern, what's the matter?

- Now the game is over - And I can tell you

- what's been choking me every - Minute since I chased after you.

- Tell you who wore - That brooch before you did.

- It was a girl. - A girl that I was gonna marry!

- A girl the last time I saw - Was lying on the floor

- outraged and butchered by - The man who took that from her

- and gave it to you - For ten percent of her life!

That's right. Move back.

- She's there on the floor, - Right in front of you.

- And she's got blue-blue eyes. - Do you feel 'em staring at you?

- You see the blood on the floor? - Do you hear her screaming?

- Vern, Kinch didn't tell me... - Kinch!

Oh, I thought

it was Wilson, Factor, Geary.

- I thought it was Frenchy, - I thought maybe it was somebody

who've been here and gone!

Well, I'm glad it wasn't Frenchy,

but it could've been.

- It could've been anybody - Who came to Chuck-A-Luck

to hide behind your skirts.

Chuck-a-Luck!

Altar Keane's place!

Look around you, Altar Keane.

- What do you see in there, - A bedroom or a morgue?

And look over here!

Through that window.

- What's that? - A courtyard or a graveyard?

- You think a dance-hall girl - Was a dirty life?

You ought to be proud of that

compared to what you are now!

Here's your cut from yesterday's job.

And there's payment for this.

I'm buying it back from you.

Let's get going, boy.

My shoulder...

Ever seen it, Kinch?

Touch it. Pick it up.

You've seen it, Kinch.

You saw it in a little old town in Wyoming

you saw it on a girl.

- Altar, Altar told you!

- I'm gonna kill you, Kinch.

Wilson, Geary!

- This is a private affair. - Keep out of it.

You got business upstate.

Get out of town.

Don't go. Altar gave me away,

she's squealin' on us!

Get out!

I'm gonna kill you, Kinch,

but I'm not gonna murder you.

I'll give you an even chance.

Now go ahead, draw.

I've seen you working with a gun.

You learned Frenchy's draw.

You can't make me fight.

Draw!

Draw!

All right.

Draw.

Take your guns out

and hold them at your sides.

Do it!

Bartender...

When you say "go," that's it.

Maybe he'll have the guts

to shoot with that edge.

- I didn't mean to do it! - She yelled.

- If she hadn't yelled, - Everything been alright.

She yelled, I tell you.

- Let's see how you like it, Kinch. - Yell! Go ahead and yell.

The longer you yell,

the longer you live!

Go on, let's hear you yell!

What's the quarrel here?

There's no shooting in my town.

This man's wanted for murder.

A girl named Beth Forbes.

In a town called Whitmore in Wyoming

August 10th last year.

Is that true?

I heard him admit it, Sheriff.

Thanks, mister.

I've got a special fondness

for rats that kill women.

- I'll need you for a witness. - You'll stay in town?

- Yeah. - Come on.

- Now, turn that man loose, - Sheriff.

And don't make any noise.

This man is my prisoner.

Yeah? We got business with

somebody that squealed on him.

- Rio, Gonzales!

Gonzales, Harbin!

Altar!

Altar?

Altar!

What's going on?

- Where's Harbin? - Where's Gonzales and the others?

I sent them away.

Is your shoulder bad?

Just bad enough to bring you

back here instead of going on.

- What do you mean - You sent them away?

- There isn't a horse in the corral. - What happened?

- The hands are taking them - To Silver City.

They're going to sell them there.

There's a note for you.

- It's a deed for the ranch. - All the money's in the safe.

I'm leaving, Frenchy.

Has Vern been here?

Yes.

You're doing this on account of him?

- Yes. - You're not going away.

- You belonged to me. You belong - To every minute I've known you.

You'll stay here.

- You don't like to - Lose anything, do you?

No, I don't.

There isn't much I've been able to keep.

- And if I lose you, I might as well - Turn myself into the nearest marshal.

So, get it out of your mind.

You are not going to meet Vern.

He wouldn't have me

because I belong to you.

Because I belong to you

and everything you mean.

You and the ranch.

I don't believe you.

I don't believe a word of you!

- I'm asking you. - Where are you going?

Away. Away from here.

- To Baldy Gunder's or - The Golden Doll or the Archady

or any saloon that'll have me.

I'll kill you before you do.

Hello, Frenchy.

You and Altar been packin' long?

Place sure looks deserted.

Looks like people are moving.

- What's going on? - Both planning to leave?

Nobody's leaving.

- Altar was gonna take a trip, - But she'll change her mind.

- It don't make no difference - About her mind.

We got our own plans for her.

She sold me out to Vern.

Told him I gave her a brooch.

- Told him it came from his girl - That I shot in a hold-up.

- No telling what other things - She told him about all of us.

I told him where I got

the brooch, that's all.

I believe that.

- You're a reasonable man, - Frenchy.

- You know once they start talking - They don't stop.

- There ain't a marshal - From here to Kansas

- who wouldn't pay - For what she knows.

We took a lot from you.

- You wiped your boots on us - A long time.

- Too bad Preacher ain't here - To read over you.

You can get her and me...

- ...but I tell you, some of you - Are gonna die doing it.

- Here's why you're wrong, - Frenchy.

There's a rifle on that window sill

and it's dead aimed at your back,

and Wilson's behind it.

- If you think I'm gonna turn - Around, you're mistaken.

All right, you tell him.

It's there, Frenchy.

You can get one of us, maybe two.

- But there'll still be - Three left to settle with her.

You've got the odds.

- Let us clear out - And Chuck-A-Luck's yours.

Not a chance!

We got the odds, we call the plays.

- The odds are changed.

There is a rifle on this sill

but there's nobody

back of it now.

I hogtied Wilson.

I was riding in the sun

about 500 yards behind you.

- Looks like all of us - Were heading for the same spot

all with different reasons.

When I saw you, I figured

they did a job on the sheriff

but all your friends

won't help you this time.

The others are yours, Frenchy.

- I don't care what you do with them. - That's up to you.

I don't care whether you turn 'em loose

or shoot 'em, or hang 'em to a tree.

From what I heard outside,

shooting's better than they deserve.

But before I hand them over to you,

I want your word on something.

Keep them here a while.

I'd cried Kinch to jail personally.

Give me an hour's start.

- Now, look, Vern, - Maybe we can work out a deal.

You'd be willing to

talk it over, Kinch...

Watch out the window!

Stop! Stop shooting!

- Throw out your guns!

Comanche...

Go on, get started.

- Pick your own direction, - And don't ever come back.

Frenchy, that sheriff we got Kinch from,

he's probably got a posse out by now.

I can't fight.

We'll be caught certain.

That's your problem.

Take your chances.

Once the posse gets them,

they'll come here for you.

They're welcome to me.

We all get taken, sooner or later.

- But first, there's a matter - You and I have got to settle.

Altar...

- She stepped in front - Of that bullet to save you.

♪ Two men rode away

from Chuck-a-Luck ♪

♪ And death rode beside them

on the trail ♪

♪ For they died that day

so the legends tell ♪

♪ With empty guns

they fought and fell ♪

♪ And so ends the tale ♪

♪ Of hate, murder ♪

♪ And revenge ♪