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- You dirty, no good,
backsliding sidewinder,

try to cheat me, will you?

- Senorita, por favor.

- Go on get over there!

Go on!

- Por favor!

Now you gonna make
good the loss,

or do I have to
split your head open

like I did that water jug?

Well, what are you
gonna do about it?

Why you low down--
- Easy, Miss.

This is my place
you're shooting up.

Now if Juan cheated you--

- Cheated I'll say
I've been cheated!

He liked to a charged me
for a saddle I never got.

- Vamoose, vamoose.

Look, Miss, this heat's enough

to make anyone short-tempered.

- Do I get my saddle or not?

- What saddle?

- The one that
hombre was supposed

to load in my wagon and didn't.

- Oh, you have a wagon?

- Yes, I've got a wagon.

- Where is it?
- Over there.

- Mind if I take a look at it?

- Well, I don't
see what business--

- You want your
saddle, don't you?

- Why you...

- Yeah, I guess you do.

I'd like to take your
word for it, Ma'am,

but I'm not in the habit
of giving away saddles.

Checking your load is
the only way I can tell

whether you've
been short changed.

If you'll excuse me.

- I didn't expect you
to take my word for it.

Do you have to walk so fast,
you long-legged galoot?

- Got an order?

- Yeah.

- Yes, Ma'am, one
saddle missing.

I don't understand it.

Juan never cheated
anybody before.

- You can see for yourself.

It sure ain't in the wagon.

- Juan!

Juan, get over here!

Why didn't you give this lady

the saddle when she wanted it?

- She has a funny way of
asking for things, Senor.

- That's not the point.

She's still missing a saddle.

Now where is it?

- It's in the wagon, Senor.

- It can't be I
checked the load.

- Where in blazes is it?

- It was such a beautiful
saddle, Senorita.

I did not have the heart
to put it with the rest.

It's up in front
where it belongs.

- In front?
- Si.

- Is this it?

Sorry, Ma'am.

I guess we all make mistakes.

- I think I better go now
before we make another.

- You in the saddle business?

- I am now.

Used to be my father's.

He did all his
trading down here.

- Your father?

- Josh Stewart.

I'm Jean Stewart.

My friends call me Dusty.

- Yeah, I did business
with your dad.

Did he get tired of
pounding a wagon?

- No.

He's dead.

- I'm sorry to hear that.

How'd it happen?

- He was shot in the back.

- Dry gulched, huh?

Where was it?

- In Sentinel.

- Sentinel?

I know a lot of
people in Sentinel.

- I hope you been getting
letters from them regular.

The last time they
took a census,

Boot Hill had
quite a population.

- Sounds rough.

- Three men in a week
is rough, Mister,

Martin Anderson, Friday,

Shorty Grannis, Saturday,

and Billy Sands, Sunday.

- You said Billy Sands?

- Yeah, he used to run
the town's newspaper.

He was a fine...

This town is just
full of gentlemen.

- Going someplace, John?

- Yeah, Doc.

- With those?

- Yeah.

- You going killing, John?

Killing's what brought you here.

What made a newspaper
man out of Billy

till he put a stop to it.

Killing's what made you
both hang up your guns.

- It was a good reason then.

There's a better one now.

Billy's been murdered.

- And you think getting
the man that did it

will make up for what
your brother believed in

and worked for all these years?

- All that work
isn't much good now.

- John,

killing's what
made you an outlaw.

You started off all right.

You wore a marshal's badge.

You did a job.

You got paid for it,

but that gun grew on you,

and you used it once too often.

Now that same gun's gonna to
start you all off over again.

In the end,

that gun will kill you.

- No, it won't.

This time I'll use Billy's.

- There's some things a man
ain't got no right butting into.

I guess this is one of them.

I'll take care of the store.

Anything else?

- No, guess that's it.

Thanks, Doc.

- Something for you, Senor?

- A drink.

- Help yourself.

- Too much for me, gents.

If you feel like sitting in,

don't take this chair.

Been unlucky all day.

- Care to sit in
we're shorthanded!

- Yeah, I might try
my luck for a while.

I'm not superstitious.

Take a stack.

- You come through
Amarillo, Mister?

- Nope.

Around it.

- Draw poker.

No limit.

- Suits me.

Haven't played any
poker in five years.

Might be a little rusty.

- Poker's like drawing a gun.

Once you got the hang of it,

you never forget how.

- Looks like you fellas come
a long way for a poker game.

Couldn't you find one in town?

- The community has expressed
a most profound desire

that some of us move on
to more fertile fields,

and rather than suffer the
indignities of the tar barrel

and a rather crude
means of transportation,

we decided to dispense
with the amenities

of the local peasantry
and to adjourn

to this annex of Mount Olympus,

to sing of our black deeds
over a bowl of chili.

In reality, my friend,

we are simply awaiting
the local stage.

- Ham.

- Shylock.

- Open.

- Raise you 50.

Cards?

- Two.

- I'll take three.

- How many for you?

- One.

Your bet.

- Check the raise.

- I'll bet that $300 you
have in front of you.

- It's too
much for me, gentlemen.

- Small full house.

- You better draw another card.

- What do you mean?

- That three of clubs you
got there was in my discard.

Draw another card.

Playing poker's no
fun alone, Mister.

It'd be a shame not to know
whether you filled that hand.

Draw another card.

Looks like that's my pot
you're sweating over, Mister.

Now relax before I
cash you in with it.

Draw your gun easy
with your left hand,

and throw it across the room.

- Cash me in.

- Yes, sir.

- Magnificent.

Magnificent.

You, sir, are a poet of a sort.

- How so?

- You have poetry
in motion, sir.

I scarcely heard
you slap leather.

- Here's
your money, sir.

- Si, Senor.

- Thanks.

- You my, earthly companion,

have just crossed swords
with one John Sands.

I saw him draw like that
five years ago in Dodge City.

It was a beautiful funeral.

- Come on!

Come on!

Why I ever bought
you I don't know!

- Got a fresh horse?

- Got money?

I got a horse.

- Where do
you want this one?

- Unsaddle him and
tie him up over there.

I'll have another horse
for you in just a minute.

- Raven,
here comes the stage.

- The stage?

I see only a flaming chariot
with Apollo at the reins.

Here, lackey, take my bags!

Egad, that last flagon of
wine has upset my vitals.

Drive on!

- He looks good.

- He is good.

One of the best I got.

- How old is he?

- Three and a half.

- Fast?

Faster than anything
around here.

- How much?

- With your
horse a hundred even.

- Hello, John.

- Hello, Jim.

Been a long time.

- You won't be needing
that horse, John.

- You better take this.

I don't want him to hang
me for horse stealing too.

How'd you find me?

- I came looking for the Raven,

but it looks like I
found an eagle instead.

I'm taking you in, John.

- You can't do that, Jim.

Somebody nailed Billy.

- I'm sorry to hear that, John.

I can't say I wouldn't like

to see you get the
man that did it.

They ought to rawhide
him up by his thumbs.

But when you're dead,

that'd just mean another
killing against you,

and another job for
some other sheriff.

- I'll give you that point.

What about Billy?

- If I were in your boots,

I'd kill the man that did it,

but I'm not and
I'm stopping you.

- I can beat you, Jim.

- I know that.

Man-to-man I wouldn't
stand a chance.

But there are three of us.

- I can beat them too.

Makes an interesting
situation, doesn't it?

- Guess we've bout
run out of talk, John.

- Watch yourself, Jim.

Drop them!

Kick them over this way.

You too, Jim.

You two, over in that tool shed.

Go on.

You better sit down, Jim.

I don't want you fishing
around this watering trough.

Wrap them up in that.

Go on.

- Been practicing, John?

- Nope.

- That's awful fast shooting.

- A poker player just told me

that playing cards is
just like pulling a gun.

You never forget how.

He was right.

- Did you kill him too?

- Nope, just beat
him with three jacks.

Better have a doc
look at those hands.

Oh, and, Jim, don't
try to follow me.

I don't shoot so
good from a horse.

♪ Oh, the Deacon went down
in the cellar to pray ♪

♪ But he got drunk

♪ And he stayed all day

♪ Oh, the Deacon went down
in the cellar to pray ♪

♪ But he got drunk
and stayed all day ♪

♪ Ain't a-gonna grieve
my Lord no more ♪

♪ I ain't a-gonna to
grieve my Lord no more ♪

♪ I ain't a-gonna
grieve my Lord no more ♪

- Sands came up through here.

We got word that he
left Amarillo Friday.

That should put him in Sentinel
in the next couple of days.

Right now he should
be right about here.

Well, that kind of
stops him at Sentinel.

In fact, it nearly
cut him clean in two.

- You'll never get
Sands that way, kid.

He'd beat you seven
ways from Sunday.

- He sounds pretty good.

- He is good.

West of the Mississippi

there ain't another
one like him.

About the time
you'd be reaching,

he'd be shooting.

I ran him out of
this territory once,

but not with a gun.

The only way to stop Sands

is to get him from behind.

- He don't scare me.

Nobody could be that fast.

- No?

I knew a kid once
about your age.

He had quite a reputation

about being fast with a gun.

He backed down to Sands.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

Name was William Bonney.

Ever hear of him?

- Yeah.

Billy the Kid.

- In Sentinel,
Sands means trouble.

In the desert that's
the buzzard's worry.

See that he doesn't get here.

Think you can handle it?

- Certainly.

- You two fellas
better go with him,

and remember what I told you

about not letting
him see you do it.

- Ain't that somebody
sleeping there?

- If it is, it makes it easier.

- I don't see no horse.

- Ain't nobody just a saddle.

- Maybe he's further upstream.

- If you see him, don't
waste time asking questions.

There he is!

- Where you heading?

- East.

- Too bad I thought you
might be going into Sentinel.

- Last couple of wagons are.

Turning off at the
Forks up ahead.

Hey, where's your saddle?

- Three owls jumped
me about a mile back.

Tried to bushwhack me.

- Well, I ain't never
seen you, Mister.

- Thanks.

- Don't bother to shut the door.

It's got the spring.

- Some spring.

- Yeah, it's a new one.

Last week broke the
looking glass three times.

You like a haircut?

- Just a shave.

- Just a shave, si.

Oh, the chair she's a new too.

Make yourself comfortable.

Tell me, you just come in?

- Yeah.

- Oh, don't bother.

- I know pop.

It's got the spring.

- You a going to live here?

- A while maybe.

- It's a little hot, you know.

It's a new stove too.

The water burn your...

Well, I thought that
perhaps you going to

stay with the other
people who just come in.

- No.

Why?

- Oh, just wondered.

I see you come out of
the back of the wagon,

and I figure you're
going to settle here.

You got a job here?

- Yeah.

- You a going
to work for Mr. Garson?

- Is that Matt Garson?

- Oh, sure,
he run the whole town.

- We may become associated.

- Mister, if you are
as tough as your beard,

you are all right.

What's the matter with
these people in this town?

Everybody is in a hurry.

I'm glad I was not shaving
you when he closed the door.

I might've cut your...

I wonder why he
ran off like that.

- Maybe he had a reason.

- Yeah, I guess maybe
he got some reason.

I don't know.

Mister, you look as
pretty as a cream puff.

- Say, Mister, where
can I find Matt Garson?

- You might find him
anywhere in this town,

but more than likely he's
up at The Last Frontier.

- Thanks.

- About 20 miles out.

- I can't understand why...

Looking for me, Sands?

- Yeah.

Seems like you been doing
some looking yourself, Matt.

- I kind of been expecting you.

- Word sure gets around.

- What's on your mind?

- Nothing important,

but you went to so much
trouble to welcome me,

I thought I'd come by
and pay my respects.

- That's not funny,
but I'll pass it.

- They tell me you're a
big wheel here in Sentinel.

Own the whole town.

That right, Matt?

- Exactly.

Now that you saved
me the trouble

of making that point clear,

I'm gonna save you some trouble.

- You crowding me?

- No, just giving
you some advice.

The town knows why you're here.

That's your business,

but when you start
something in this territory,

then it's my business.

- The whole territory?

- The whole Panhandle, Sands.

When men get ideas
that don't suit me,

I put a stop to them.

If trouble starts in
Kirkland, Chillicothe

or even Booker, I'll know it,

and I can put a
stop to that too.

But in your case,
you make things easy.

I know what you're here for.

- Planning on
putting a stop to it?

- I just want you to
remember that I can.

- Seems like nothing happens

around here without your say so.

- That's right.

- Tell me, Matt,

what do you do when it rains?

- I generally go inside.

- Mr. Sands?

- Yeah.
- My name is Crockett.

Elliot Crockett.

I'd like a word with you.

- Go ahead.
- Oh, not here.

The hotel is--

- Hotel rooms crowd me.

- I understand, but this
isn't the kind of business

to be settled in the street.

- Just what is your business?

- It's a deal, Mr. Sands.

One that Billy Sands
might've considered.

- You begin to interest me.

- There's a meadow about a
quarter of a mile from town.

That'll be private enough
for my friends and me,

and plenty of room for you.

- How many friends have you got?

- Three why?

- Are they gonna to
ride out with us?

- No, they'll meet us there.

- In that case, you
better tell them

to be in the open
when they ride in.

If they have any
ideas besides talk,

just remember I'll be
riding right behind you.

- I understand, let's go.

- Oh, I haven't got a saddle.

Can you lend me a horse?

- Sure, come on.

They should be here any minute.

Hi, gents.

Gentlemen, Mr. John Sands.

Mr. Wells, Mr.
Tyler, and Mr. Crump.

- How do you do?
- Hello.

- Anything wrong, Mr. Sands?

- No, just had the
sun in my eyes.

What is it that would've
interested Will so much?

- I'll be brief.

This town needs cleaning up,

and we think you can do it.

- It's a big town.

- Exactly, and some day
we hope it'll be bigger.

But, first we
gotta make it safe.

Honest people
won't settle a town

that's overrun with
lawlessness and killing.

- Meaning?
- Meaning Matt Garson

and everything he stands for.

- You're not making
sense, gentlemen.

Why me?

- To be perfectly frank, Sands,

you do have a reputation.

- Oh.

- We need a man who'll
stand up to Garson

the way you did this afternoon,

and we're willing to
pay you for doing it.

- You're still not making sense.

You're asking me to do exactly
what you're trying to stop.

- Sometimes that's necessary.

When there's no law,

you have to clear a way for it,

and this is the only way law

can ever come to the Panhandle.

- You mean the same
law that'll hang me?

- That's another point.

We can guarantee you nothing.

We hire you only as
a paid troubleshooter

to clean up this town
in any way you see fit.

- There's some
big people behind this.

Washington usually takes
care of its friends.

- You make a good
offer, gentlemen.

I have another job.

- Well, we thought possibly
your brother's death

might make you see
things our way.

- Maybe.

Depends on who it was.

Then you might get
the job done anyway,

and it wouldn't
cost you a red cent.

Right now I need a
bath and some sleep,

so if you'll excuse
me, gentlemen,

I think I'll go in town
and look for a hotel.

- Mr. Sands, if you
don't care for yourself,

please consider the other
people of this territory.

If Garson isn't stopped soon,

it may be years
before the Panhandle

is opened up to settlers.

Every outlaw in the
Union will take up here

and just thumb his
nose at the law.

- What you mean is that outlaws

are not good business
for the merchants,

Isn't that it, Mr. Crump?

- Now that's unfair, Sands.

You know yourself that
criminals have no place

living as freemen in
an open territory!

- Aren't you forgetting
there's a price on my head?

- We didn't come here
to force a proposition,

but to make one.

- You're going about
it the wrong way.

The way it stands now
I want no part of it.

You can hire a man's guns,

but you can't buy
the way he lives.

- We're not trying to tell
you how to live, Sands.

We're just trying to make it
easier for other people to.

- Gentlemen, I still
need that bath.

- Then what we've
said doesn't interest you?

- I'll think it over.

I'll leave your horse at
the stable, Mr. Crockett.

Excuse me, Ma'am.

I'm sorry.

- I believe you're
following me, Slim.

- No, Ma'am, I was just looking
for a place to have a drink.

- Well, what's the
matter with the hotel?

- Nothing, Ma'am, why?

- There's a bar inside.

- There is?

There is at that.

- You're not very
observing, Slim.

- A pretty girl can be
very distracting sometimes.

- Oh, thank you.

What's under all that hat, Slim?

- Just me, Ma'am.

- Well, that's nice.

And who's me?

- I'm John Sands.

- You should leave your
hat off more, John.

It doesn't half do you justice.

Are you just passing through?

- If I were, I'd sure be
tempted to stick around now.

- Thank you again.

It isn't often a girl gets

two nice compliments
all in one day,

and the day is nearly gone.

- Ma'am, it's been
nice to know you.

- You know him?

- Just met him.

His name is John Sands.

- I know.

- Is he a friend of yours, Matt?

- An acquaintance.

- He's beautiful.

- Good evening, Mr. Sands.

- Well, if it isn't
Little Boy Blue.

You sound like you
just got out of church.

- What does that mean?

- Aren't you over doing
that Mr. Sands a little?

- You're a big man, Mr. Sands.

We're always polite
to celebrities.

- I'm flattered.

In that case get me a table.

- Sure.

How about that one?

- Too many people
leaning in your beer.

How about one against the wall?

- Anything you say.

Can I get you a drink?

- Sure, if they'll
serve it to you.

- Mind if I have
a drink with you?

I understand you
caught Billy the Kid.

- Yeah.

- How'd it happen?

- Well, it all started one day

when I heard Billy was in town.

- He was looking for you, huh?

- Something like that.

It'd been raining out

and the streets
were all muddied up,

so I was sitting
in the local bar

just keeping my feet
dry and in walked Billy.

He was soaked clean to the skin,

and I could see
he was plenty mad.

When he saw me, he
just stood there

in a big puddle
of water and spit,

"Sands," he said,

his hand moving towards
his .45 on his hip,

"This town's too
small for both of us.

"I'll meet you in the
street in five minutes,"

- Go on.

- Well, I don't mind
telling you I was worried.

Billy was fast,

and he'd stop at
nothing to get me.

So I sat there waiting,
worrying, counting the minutes.

When the time was up, I was
sweating like a stuck hog.

The whiskey tasted
just like sand.

So I checked my guns
and stepped out.

- Yeah?

- Well, it was raining so hard,

I couldn't see him at first.

Then after a while I spotted him

standing there in
about a foot of mud

and looking just like
old Satan himself.

When he saw me, he just laughed,

and started moving in slow like,

putting one foot in
front of the other

just like he was
walking a tight wire.

"Sands," he says.

"I'm gonna bury you
right here in this mud."

"Billy," I said,
"make your play."

- Well, what the devil happened?

- He killed me.

- Killing you, Sands,
is just something

that's waiting to be done.

- Hello.

- Hello, boss man.

- Look, beautiful, you
can't work all night.

You better go home
and get some sleep.

- Matt Garson, you're the cause
of these deep dark circles.

- How so?

- Memo to Mr. Garson.

If you want your secretary
to get some sleep at night,

stop taking her for those
long afternoon rides.

- Take a letter, Miss O'Carroll.

- Yes, sir.

- My Dear Miss O'Carroll.

I can see no other alternative.

It's either the
rides or accepting my

203 proposal as of this minute.

- Oh, Matt.

- You could do worse you know.

- Hmm, maybe I could do better.

- Like John Sands maybe?

- Jealous?

- It depends.

- On what?

- On whether I can
walk you home tonight.

- Well, I think it
can be arranged.

- Here.

Come on, let's get out of here.

- Boss.

- Excuse me a minute, honey.

- Well, Crump's at it again.

Lost over 2,000 and
beginning to raise a ruckus.

Looks like he might
start some trouble.

- I'm sorry, June, but
you better run along.

I'll see you in the morning.

- All right, Matt.

Goodnight.

Hello, Slim.

- Evening, Ma'am.

- What must a lady
do to rate a seat

with the fabulous John Sands?

- Just sit.

I seem to be plagued
with an uncommon amount

of wit this afternoon.

- I wasn't being witty.

Since this afternoon,

I've heard a lot about you.

- Speaking of this afternoon--

- It's okay, folks,
just cleaning my gun.

Now go on back to your fun.

- May I see you home?

- Yes.

- Anybody see him come in?

- No, Matt.

- All right, see he
goes out the same way.

- Tough way to lose a hand.

- I'll bet a silver dollar,

he was cheating anyway.

- You're covered.

- Who's gonna take
care of our friend?

- Aw, we'll get rid
of him tomorrow.

No sense breaking
up a good game.

Guess we'll have
to have a new deck.

- Why?

- I can't use these.

Garson shot him right
through a full house.

- Nice night.

- It's nice of you
to walk me home.

- I guess I'm walking
the both of us home.

- Oh, this is nice that way.

What's the matter, John?

- Not a thing, Ma'am.

Why?

- Well, you've hardly spoken

since we left The Last Frontier.

- I said it was a nice night.

- I didn't realize you
were that interested

in the state of the weather.

- More wit.

- Goodnight, Mr. Sands.

Maybe you'll let
me walk with you

on your way home some night.

- It's none of my business,

but what's a nice girl like
you doing in that saloon?

- I work for Mr. Garson.

- Work for him?
- Yes, is that

so hard to understand?

I needed a job and Matt
needed a secretary.

- That sounds real cozy.

- I don't like that
remark, Mr. Sands.

Your reputation hasn't
exactly set you up

for the job of town parson.

- Maybe my reputation
isn't very good,

but it's better than Garson's.

- That's a
matter of opinion.

You're too big for
your boots, Mr. Sands,

and your Stetson's overcrowded.

- By the way what's your name?

- June.

June O'Carroll.

- Well, how in--
- Miss Stewart.

You got here in a hurry.

- Got a couple a good horses.

Don't tell me you
rode all this way

just to get your leather back.

- Nothing like that.

Come to think of it though
I could use a saddle.

- What happened to yours?

- Well, now I had some
unexpected visitors

for breakfast a couple days ago,

and they hurried me so much,

I rode off and plumb forgot it.

- Your load's
still in the wagon.

You can take your pick.

Around here you'll find it
easy making a fair trade.

- The weaknesses of human
nature are a funny thing, Ma'am,

especially when they're
left alone to do business.

I found out they're no
respecter of localities.

- You should've been a deacon.

- I should've kept
my mouth shut.

I've had my boot in it
ever since last night.

- Well, I warned you
about this town, cowboy.

It's no place for
a saddle smith.

- Afraid I'll give
you some competition?

- No, afraid you might not
live long enough to be able to.

- I sell leather goods, Ma'am,

but I don't tell my customers
how to make their saddles.

- Suit yourself.

Take your pick.

- This one looks okay.

How much?

- Just what I paid you for it.

Forty dollars.

You should have
stayed in Mexico.

This town's got more in it

than a cantankerous
gal with a Winchester.

There's some that
wouldn't hold still

for a leather lashing
like you gave me.

- I don't often
crowd a lady, Ma'am,

but you were shooting
too straight.

Whipping that gun away
from you was better

than getting shot full of holes.

- Just heard John
Sands was in town.

Why don't you try it on him?

- I don't think he'd take
kindly to the idea, Ma'am.

He might be a little sensitive
about losing his guns.

- Then you better
stick to the hoopsters,

and get off of the street.

- Hey, Mister.

- Something I can do for you?

- Yeah, can you tell me how
to find the Stewart ranch?

- It's about two
miles north of town.

Just the other side
of Twin Rivers.

You can't miss it
it's the Circle S.

- Thank you.

♪ Oh, the Deacon went down

♪ In the cellar to pray

♪ But he got drunk

♪ And he stayed all day

♪ Oh, the Deacon went down
in the cellar to pray. ♪

Hello!

Anybody home?

- You sure take to
following people, cowboy.

- I wanted to talk
to you, Ma'am.

- I thought talk and you
got along about as well as

cattlemen and homesteaders.

It's Will Sands.

He was killed not long ago.

- How well did you know him?

- Well, enough.

Now what's on your mind

that brings you all the
way out to the Circle S?

- You just knowing
Will Sands is enough.

Having his picture means you
must've known him pretty well.

- How do you tie in
with Will, Mister?

- About as close
as two men can get.

We both answer to the same name.

I'm Will's brother.

- You're John Sands?

You don't look much
like Will, Mister,

and you sure don't act like him.

- Well, there were
six years between us.

Besides hard living
changes a man sometimes.

- I knew Will had a brother,

but he never talked
much about you.

Why?

- Well, we both thought
it would be best.

A lot of folks would've
liked to ruined Will

because of my reputation.

- I don't know why you didn't

tell me this in the first place.

It'd saved us both
a lot of trouble.

- I didn't know you
and Will were friends.

- We're a little more
than that, Mr. Sands.

We were going to be married.

Would you like to see
where Will was buried?

- Is it close by?

- It's not far from the house.

Will and I used to
ride up there often.

It's a place we both loved.

- I'd like to see it.

- This was our valley.

- A man could do a
lot of thinking here.

- This was Will's favorite spot.

He's down there.

- Thanks, Dusty.

- You're always welcome.

Come out again.

- Goodbye.

Who is it?

- I got your
hot water, Mister.

- Come on in.

That's quite a load
for a little fella.

Not very hot.

- I been a long
time getting here.

I don't see why people
have to take baths anyway.

- Sometimes they're necessary.

- I guess baths are all right
if other folks take them.

Thanks.

- Look, Matt, just
give me the word,

and I'll bust that
troublemaker up good.

- No rush plenty of time.

- Plenty of time for
him to go nosing around.

He might find something.

- Let him nose.

He won't find anything
but trouble for himself.

- I think you're
making a big mistake?

- Floyd, aren't you
forgetting something?

I don't make mistakes.

It can wait.

- Yes, who is it?

- I live across the hall, Ma'am.

You're making so
dad-blamed much noise

my seven kids can't sleep.

- Well, do you think your
wife would approve of me

not to mention your
seven little coyotes?

- I doubt it very much.

She weighs over 300 pounds,

and she swings a
mighty mean skillet.

- In that case,

you better come in right
away before she sees you.

- Looks like you swing a pretty
mean something or other too.

What is that stuff?

- That stuff is what's
left of my face cream.

- You women sure must look funny

all smeared up like an Injun.

- Why you big overgrown!

If I ever get loose...

Do you always get your way?

- Mm-hm.

Why you little!

- You do.

- Do what?

- Get your way.

- Mm-hm.

- Nice.

- Yeah.

- Is that all you can say?

- Mm-hm.

Looks like that fellow's
too tired to walk.

- Well, then let
him sleep it off.

- He appears like he
might be dead tired.

- Who?

- That hombre they're
carrying across the street.

- It's none of your business.

- It might be.

- Maybe he's drunk.

- Yeah, maybe.

- Why should it concern you?

- Might be an old
friend of the family.

Anyway I think I'll go
down and walk around.

- Uncomfortable, John?

- No, just curious.

I'll be back.

- I'll be asleep.

- Goodnight, Miss O'Carroll.

- Hey ain't that Sands?

- It sure is.

Get him out of here.

- Hello, Mr. Sands.

- How are you, Mr. Crockett?

- Have a chair, Sands,

and I'll buy you a drink.

- Whiskey.

How about you, Little Boy Blue?

You look plumb wore out.

- Looks like you've acquired
a new handle, Floyd.

Sands here thinks you remind him

of something out
of Mother Goose.

- Mr. Sands is a great
one for fairytales.

- Oh, I didn't know you
fancied children's stories.

- Sure.

- He tells them well too.

- I usually have a
pretty green audience.

- You're getting
out of line, Sands.

- Looks like you've been
getting way out of line.

Horse bite you?

- I got scratched
up by some brambles.

- That so?

- Yeah, I been hunting skunk.

- At night?

- I got a habit of
hunting varmint,

especially after dark.

- My Pa always
told me that habit

was a bad thing to get into.

That's good advice, youngster.

He also told me if you go
crawling around in the dirt,

it's best to be
looking for something.

No use getting all
dirtied up over nothing.

- Maybe your Pa told
you how to get rid

of a skunk smell too, Sands.

- Listen, buster!

You're beginning to
rub me the wrong way,

and I don't like being
bushwhacked in the dark!

- Somebody try to nail you?

- About 15 minutes ago.

You ought to know
about that, Matt.

- If you got any ideas
about it being Floyd,

he's been here for
the last two hours,

and I'd hate to
see you strung up

by a mob of outraged citizens

for killing an innocent man.

- I'll give you
that point, Matt,

but if you stick this cheap,
tinhorn gunslinger on me again,

I'll have his
dirty blonde scalp.

You better sit down, Sonny.

Once is enough!

You looking for this?

- Very interesting, Mr. Sands.

Maybe you'd care to try that
with somebody your own size.

- You're about my size.

- When it's necessary.

- I got another barrel left,

and it says I'm gonna
see a good fight

without any interference.

That goes for you too, Sonny.

You've had your chance.

- Been a long day.

- Uh-huh.

- Thanks.

- Pretty good man
with his fists.

- If yo want Matt's scalp so bad

why don't you get it yourself?

You seem plenty handy
with that scattergun.

- I'm gonna tell you
just once more, Sands.

If you still don't understand,

why you can start an Injun war

of your own for all I care.

When I was scouting
for General Grant,

some of the big-wigs
in the Capitol

liked my way of
getting things done.

They figured the Panhandle
was too important

to Texas and Oklahoma
to be run by one man.

- I don't take much to politics.

- I'll put in with you,

but this goes deeper than that.

- You say those big-wigs liked
the way you got things done?

- Yeah.

- Seems to me you do an
awful lot of talking.

- My government
comes first, Sands.

I have my orders.

- A lot of words, Crockett.

- I've seen a lot of men
die for the Union, Sands.

Sometimes to protect
a piece of land

a lot smaller than
the Panhandle.

But I guess that's too darn
foolish for you to understand.

- You know, I used
to ride with a man

that had some pretty fair ideas

about dying for
something important.

I've seen his men go down
fighting for a piece of ground

no bigger than that
hunk you're standing on.

- Outlaw?

- You might have
called him that.

Name was Lee, Robert E. Lee.

- Seen June?

- Yeah, saw her going
to church this morning.

- With your friend Sands.

Like you said, I guess,
he is a pretty good man

with your women.

- It was a nice
sermon, wasn't it?

- Yes, it was.

Sure enjoyed it.

- Look I thought you were
gonna help me this morning?

- Well, it's Sunday, Matt,

and I wanted to go to church.

- You sure it was just church?

- Well, I think it would be
all right even if it weren't.

- Well, I don't think so.

- Well, I do!

- You don't seem to know much
about women, do you, Matt?

- And I don't like
being made out a fool.

- Maybe not,

but you sure make
it easy sometimes.

- That could be,

but I don't think you're gonna
be around to tell about it.

- Is that so?

- That's the
way it is, Sands.

Your time's running
out in Sentinel.

- You're crowding
me again, Matt.

- I mean to.

See that cloud?

It's heading this way.

When it hits, I don't want
you around to get wet.

- Hello, Dusty.

Going home?
- Yeah.

John.

- Yeah?

- What'd Garson have to say?

- Gave me until it rains
to get out of town.

- Sounds like him.

He can back a threat too.

He'll kill you if you
don't get out, John.

- Where was Will killed at?

- Outside Garson's
place in the alley.

Why?

- Well, if I'm gonna
find the man that did it,

I'll have to get him
in the next hour or so.

- I don't think you'll
have to look far.

- Uh-huh, I'll need proof.

- Getting chilly.

Good luck, John.

You can always find me at the
Circle S if you're a mind to.

- It's no good, Matt.

Your apologies are wasted.

- But what in the--
- The way you do things.

Up till now I've turned my back

on what people have
said about you.

Now I'm beginning to wonder.

- Don't you think you're
getting a little high-handed

for a gal that runs
around with an outlaw,

a man that's got a
price on his head

in every state in the Union?

- I've heard you had
something to do with that too.

- But you're forgetting that--

- I'm not forgetting anything.

You're a good boss, Matt,

but it stops there.

What's going to happen to John?

- He's leaving us.

- More orders?

- Some people have a
way of just knowing

when they're not wanted.

- All right, Matt.

I'll finish my
work here tonight,

but tomorrow you'd better start
looking for a new secretary.

- That's all I know, Mr. Sands.

Old Pop Jenkins found him.

Why don't you talk to him?

He knows more
about it than I do.

- Thanks, where can I find him?

- Why he runs a
little tobacco store.

Why that's him now over
there playing chess.

- Thanks a lot.

- Fine.

- You Pop Jenkins?

- Mm-hm.

- The one that
found Billy Sands?

- Mm-hm.

- Did you find anything unusual?

- No.

- Anybody else around
that might know something?

- Come on in, John.

Any luck?

- Can't find something

that just isn't there
in the first place.

I can't go gunning for a man
without some kind of proof.

It's nice work.

Yours?
- Yeah.

Matter of fact,
it's your silver.

- I thought so.

Now there's a-right
smart design.

Who'd you make that for?

- Matt Garson.

Fell out of a gun belt
I made him a while back.

Can I get you some coffee, John?

- Yeah, I don't mind if I do.

When did Garson first notice
he was missing a concho?

- Oh, it must've
been about a month ago.

- Would you say that
was before Will's death?

- Matter of fact,
it must've been

just about the time it happened.

He asked me to make him
another a couple days later.

Said he just noticed
it was missing.

Sugar?

- Supposing somebody
had found this

and turned it over to me?

- Well, that wouldn't
leave you with much.

- There's an old saying
about a mole hill.

You know as well as I do,

Garson had something to
do with bushwhacking Will.

Maybe with this concho
I can force his hand.

- Why are you
telling me all this?

- Because I need
you to back me up later.

- Go on.

- Well, if you were Garson,

what would you do if I told you

that this was found on Will
right after he was shot?

- I'd shoot you on the spot.

- Thanks, Dusty.

- John.

This is your play,

but it isn't only Garson
you're bucking up against.

He's got a lot of
killers on his payroll.

- Next time I ride by this way,

I'd like to go and visit that
little valley of yours again.

Looks like it's gonna rain.

- Take care of yourself, John.

- You're taking up a
lot of street, Floyd.

- I'm planning on giving
you six feet of it.

- Go on home, little man.

- I'll go home
after they bury you.

- Go ahead, Sonny.

I'll give you the first shot.

- Why you dirty no good.

- Where's Garson?

- Upstairs and the
last door to your left.

- Take it easy.

Kicking down doors is
a lot of work, Sands.

Next time just walk right in.

It's a lot easier.

- I ran into some of your
boys down on the street.

They seem to think this
might be a private game.

- Looks like you got kind
of wet waiting around.

- I figure your boys are a
lot wetter than I am by now.

- Floyd always was a
little too anxious.

Seems like Little Boy Blue
tooted his horn once too often.

Jack, go haul him
out of the street.

He's liable to lie
out there all night,

and it wouldn't be
too good for business.

This is an open game, Sands.

Sit in if you like.

- I came up for something else.

- Talk's easier
over a card table.

You might see things
clearer with a good hand.

- I'll take this one.

- Relax boys.

Stud?

- You're dealing.

- Raise you a hundred.

- Afraid I can't call you.

Little short of cash.

What's that worth
to you, Garson?

- No more than the
price of the silver.

About 10 cents I'd say.

- Funny, thought you make
a sizable bet to claim it.

- You must have a
pretty good hand, Sands.

You put a lot of value
on a piece of silver.

What makes you think I'd
say it was worth more?

- That's the ace I need
to fill a dead man's hand.

- I miss your comparison.

- You're missing more
than that, Garson.

That empty space
in your gun belt,

seems like that concho
would just about fill it up.

- You got pretty
good eyes, Sands.

They must've been especially
good when you found this.

Where did it turn up?

- In Billy Sands' hand,

right after you shot him.

- It would be hard to prove,

but I can't take the chance.

So stand up and take
your gun belt off

and put it on the table.

- You must think
I'm crazy, Matt.

- I'd think you
were crazy if you didn't.

There's a 30-30 pointed
right at your head.

I'm surprised, Sands.

I figured you for more sense.

- Guess a man's entitled to
one mistake now and then.

- It's all in how
you look at it,

but that's the difference
between you and me, Sands.

I don't make mistakes.

- Looks like mine
might prove fatal.

- I can guarantee it.

Ed, get his guns,

and take them to my room.

He won't be needing them.

All right you can
come in now, Jack,

and escort Mr. Sands
down to the alley.

- Taking a man's guns is
one way of making sure.

- It's the only way.

Take him down and
keep him in the alley.

I'll be along shortly.

- This the way you
took care of Billy?

- Yeah, and you're
standing in the same spot.

- I'm glad you came in, Matt.

I'd like to go
downstairs for a minute.

- Yeah, go right ahead, honey.

I got something
to do here anyway.

- Getting wet, Mr. Sands?

Matt told you not to be
around when it rains.

- Jack?

- Guess we all make
mistakes sometimes, Matt.

Thanks.

Thanks for helping me out.

- I said I'd be walking
you home sometime.

- That's right you did.

You did at that.

- I'm going with you, John.

- I have some things
to straighten out

with the law, remember?

- But what you did tonight
should take care of everything.

- It might help.

Don't you worry
your head about me,

and don't go away.

I'm coming back.

♪ Oh, the Deacon went down
in the cellar to pray ♪

♪ But he got drunk and
he stayed all day ♪

♪ Oh, the Deacon went down
in the cellar to pray ♪

♪ But he got drunk