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Go ahead, boys.

Yeah, we got a timber block, Mr. Hardie.

How long's it gonna take you to clear it out of the way?

I don't know.

Get all the men you've got on it, will ya?

We got to get to San Francisco.

You're gonna hold it right there.

Drop your guns.

I told you

you'd never bring me in, Hardie.

You're still here, sonny.

Quit callin' me sonny!

Take it easy and nobody'll get hurt.

Pa!

Howdy, son.

There won't be no trouble if everybody does just like they're told.

Get back on the train.

You all right, Ed? They treat you all right?

Get these cuffs off me, Pa.

Keep your shirt on.

Give Pa the key, Hardie

I haven't got it.

What do you mean, you haven't got it?

I mailed it to San Francisco

before we got on the train,

just in case you got the bright idea

to pick my pocket while we dozed off.

Where is it?

I just told you.

Wells Fargo is gonna lose themselves an investigator

if you don't fork over that key quick.

You're wasting your time.

Nothin' here, Pa.

Well, try him. He's with Fargo, too.

Well, well?

He hasn't got it.

He sure ain't.

Where's that key, mister?

It's just like Jim Hardie told you.

This man a friend of yours?

Yes, he is.

I think you got that key hidden, mister.

If you don't hand it over before I finish countin' three,

I'm gonna kill him.

I'm tellin' you, we haven't got the key.

One...

The key's in San Francisco! Can't you believe that?

Two...

Please, Mr. Dooley, I haven't got it!

Three!

Well?

You'll pay for that, Dooley.

I'd have given you the key if I had it.

All right. Come on, let's get out of here.

We'll take Hardie with us till I can get the cuffs off.

And then personally I'm gonna see that you and your friend

can get together again.

Come on. Move!

The Dooleys had always been a shiftless family.

When the droughts came, they took to the hills.

These mountains were their domain,

and for two years, Wells Fargo couldn't get freight through.

Ed swore he never hang

for the murder of one of our agents,

and it looked like he was right.

From where I was sitting,

it seemed if anyone was gonna die right now,

it was gonna be me.

George! George Samson! You home?

Didn't rightly recognize you, Dooley.

What can I do for you?

JOE: First you can put that gun down

before you hurt yourself.

That's better.

Now, I want to borrow some tools.

Sure. Anything you want. Just help yourself.

They're over there by that tree where I shoe the horses.

JOE: Come on.

gimme that hammer and chisel, Pat.

All right, Ed. Here we are.

I can't wait to get at you, Hardie.

From the looks of things, it won't be long, sonny.

Come on, Pat.

You're still the same feisty squirt, huh, kid?

You been ridin' with us for half a day,

you still haven't asked about your sister.

Well, how is she?

Fay is fine.

She'll be with us later. All right.

You know, Ed, I'm beginning to think

you don't care a mite about nobody but yourself.

I noticed about Fay, and I don't like it.

Come on, Pa. You're talkin' all day.

If you weren't my son, I'd let the law have ya.

You're mean, and you're no good.

Well, thanks for nothin'.

Don't look at me. I didn't say nothin'.

If he was mine, I'd have put him across my knee

and spanked him good.

Put 'em down.

Got it? Yeah.

Slide it down over the hole there.

ED: Well, he can't go far.

He's got no gun, no horse.

I'm not goin' after him.

It's your fight, kid.

That's right.

He's liable to jump you out there, Eddie boy.

I don't think he'd mind a bit.

Sam, you are just achin' for it!

PAT: Cut it out, both of you!

Look, you're free. What do you want?

Well?

He got away.

And we got what we come after.

Might as well get started. Fay's waitin' for us.

Who's that?

Can I talk to you a minute?

I figured it was you.

Get out.

My name's Jim Hardie. I'm from Wells Fargo.

I don't want to know your trouble, mister.

I need a horse and gun.

Will you listen to me for just...

I won't listen for both our good.

They'll kill you sure as Sunday,

then they'll come back and kill me.

They took a prisoner away from me.

I know.

And they killed my partner in cold blood.

He's dead, and you're alive.

You want to stay that way, start marchin'.

There's been enough blood spilled in these hills

without Ed and yours.

That's it. Get goin'.

Can't you listen?

Look! Take your trouble someplace else. Now git!

Don't rile me. I'll blow a hole in you.

I mean it.

I wonder where Fay got to?

Should have been here by now.

She'll be along.

Hey, I bet that Hardie's stickin' around George Samson's place.

I don't give a hoot where he is.

I got nothin' personal against the man.

Well, I want him.

You back-sassin' me?

No, Pa.

Fay.

I bet she's really been havin' herself a time.

Howdy, Pa.

Fay.

I didn't think I'd ever make it.

Well, Ed,

you look mean as ever.

Howdy, Sis.

Hoosegow didn't hurt you none.

Didn't do you no good, neither.

What took you so long, girl?

They was havin' a hoedown at the Hannagans',

and I stopped in to dance a while.

That never hurt nobody.

You mean you were sparkin' with Jed Hannagan?

Maybe Pete Lauren.

You talk too much.

Or was it Clancy Edwards?

Just keep your mouth shut!

Why don't you leave her alone?

What goes with my family,

squawkin' and squallin' like I don't know what?

Now let's bed down.

I got a long ride tomorrow.

Hardie!

You're still out there, Hardie.

You ain't foolin' me for a minute.

You're just waitin' for me to bed down,

then you figure to steal my horse

The old coot had it right.

That's exactly what I was planning to do.

Was kind of funny, me, a Wells Fargo man,

waiting to steal a horse.

I'm gonna set here all night, Mr. Jim Hardie,

so don't get any wild ideas.

If you had the sense the Good Lord gave baby sheep,

you'd start hightailin' it for that railroad.

All right, where is he?

Who you askin' after?

Stop stallin'. You know who I mean.

Jim Hardie.

I don't know.

He's in there, and I want him.

I said I don't know.

Keep out of my house.

George, you're hidin' him.

I know he's in there!

I said stay out of my house.

You know I don't lie, Ed. He ain't in there.

And no one sets foot in my house unless I ask 'em.

All right, George.

No use gettin' up a sweat.

I believe ya.

Hey, Hardie!

I'm comin' in for ya, Hardie!

Hardie! Where are ya? Hardie!

Well, that's how I got my horse and guns,

from a dead man.

Now I had another reason

for going after kill-happy Ed Dooley

Ed made no effort to hide his trail.

But then he never made any effort

to be anything but what he was...

Ruthless, tricky, and bloodthirsty.

You couldn't predict what he'd do next,

but one thing you knew for sure.

It was suicide to turn your back on him.

In my job, I have to kill sometimes in order to live.

It does somethin' to you, taking the human life.

But Ed Dooley was different.

The mark of Cain was on him,

and I felt that others would live now that he had died.

I'd liked to have gone my way,

but there was still some unfinished business.

We don't have many rules in my trade,

but one of them is that

the death of a Wells Fargo man never goes unpunished.

Joe Dooley had shot down Steve Adams,

and Joe Dooley would stand trial for it.

Ed, where are you?

What's all the yellin' about, Pa?

Ed. He ain't here.

Aw, simmer down, Pa.

He probably went for water.

You don't suppose he went back after that Jim Hardie?

His horse is gone.

Doggone, you try to raise your kids right

so they'll do like they're told, and what happens?

Sam's right.

I'll bet fool kid went after that Fargo man.

When I catch up with him, I'll learn him who's boss.

I'll do like Hardie said.

I'll larrup him till he can't sit down for a week.

I gotta see that.

Well, we better find him before he finds trouble.

Let's go. Come on.

That's Ed's horse.

Something's happened to him.

What do you suppose could...? Let's go.

Ed, boy.

Why didn't you listen to me?

Hardie's in these hills somewhere,

and I'm goin' after him.

PAT: It's bound to have been him done this.

Last thing I do, I'll get Hardie.

But first, we got to bury Ed proper.

Say the words.

His ma would like that.

Fay, after we're done here, you better head for home.

It'll pleasure me to find Mr. Hardie, too.

Do as I say, girl.

I ain't listenin' to you, Pa.

Eddie, he wasn't much,

but he was my brother.

And if folks think they can get away with killin' him,

then ain't none of us gonna be safe.

I'm just achin' to catch up with Mr. Hardie.

We'll split up here.

Don't do nothin' foolish.

Somethin' don't look right, signal.

Fire two shots.

All right.

Sam.

Fay...

you take care of yourself.

I buried a son today.

I don't want to be standin' over my daughter's grave.

Hardie don't know me. He won't suspect nothin'.

Good.

Whoa.

Hello there.

Howdy, stranger.

I'm a stranger, all right.

But how'd you know it?

I was raised in these hills.

I know everybody around here.

Never seen you before.

I'd remember a man like you.

Thank you.

Not likely I'd forget a girl like you, either.

What are you doin' in these parts?

Lookin' for a family named Dooley.

You know them?

Everybody knows the Dooleys.

Are you ridin' with them? No.

Well, then, what are you lookin' for them for?

Joe Dooley killed a friend of mine.

Tsk.

Killin' and stealin'.

That's all they know.

They run these mountains like they own them.

I'm, uh, Amy Green.

Pleased to meet you, ma'am.

My name's Jim Hardie.

You get these Dooleys,

a lot of folks will be grateful to you.

Have seen 'em around lately?

As a matter of fact,

I saw Joe Dooley about a half hour ago.

Where?

Come on.

Hold it right there, Hardie!

Looks like it was closer than you figured, Miss Amy.

Miss Amy? That's my daughter Fay.

He's gonna clean the mountains of us Dooleys

and gain the gratitude of all honest folk.

Well, he's done his last cleanin' and his last talkin'.

Throw your gun out, Hardie.

Toss it way out, mister.

All right, now step down.

Tie his horse up, Fay.

That's far enough.

I've killed in anger,

and I've killed for money,

but this will be the first time

that I kill for the pure pleasure of it,

and I want my boys to see it.

Where are your boys?

They'll be here.

All right, now make yourself comfortable.

Sit down!

When I saw that look in her eyes,

I realized that I'd never known evil like the Dooleys.

Tight and well-knit as any decent family,

but evil came as easy to them as breathing.

Why'd you do it?

Why'd you kill him?

That's it, girl. Soften him up.

Before we're through with you, you'll be beggin' for mercy.

Give me that other gun.

Stay where you are!

You want him to bleed to death?

That'll depend.

On what?

Depends on how fast you can get a bandage on him.

Where are you gonna take us?

To Leadville Take it off.

You're gonna hang for the murder of Steve Adams.

Have fun.

Feel good while you can,

because it ain't gonna last.

You won't get out of these hills alive.

I'll take you with me wherever I do wind up.

All right, move out.

Hold it, boys!

You got plenty of time!

You might get overanxious and hit me.

Come on across.

The fun's just startin'.

Hardie here figures to take us to Leadville.

We'll get right on it and let Hardie have it.

You just watch yourself, Pat, and listen to the old man.

Don't you worry about me.

Now, use your head, Pat.

You try to rush him, and Hardie will kill the old man.

How long you wanna wait?

Time will come. We'll leave it to Pa.

I can do my own thinkin'.

Pa? Pa!

Pa, are you all right?

Yeah.

Oh, Mr. Hardie,

are you just gonna sit there and let him die?

He's passed out from... From loss of blood.

Please, Mr. Hardie, give me some water.

Please.

He's passed out from loss of blood.

Help get him up on that horse.

We got to get going! JOE: I got him!

Drop that shotgun!

Pat! Sam!

Hold it!

Stay back!

Stay back!

Hold it!

Drop it!

Do what the man tells you, Fay.

Put it down, girl. Put it down.

Hey, girl.

It had to end like this.

You didn't know what I did.

You beat us, Hardie.

First ever to beat the Dooleys.

And the last, I reckon.

Start movin' to your horses.

You'll find a bad one in a family now and then,

but it isn't often you find a whole family

like the Dooleys with all of them bad.

I guess you've got to blame the seed, Old Joe.

He was bad, and he passed it on to his offspring.