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Sunrise, June 5th, 1875, 5am.

Comanche Creek, Colorado.

A man named Peters came out of the Comanche Creek Cafe.

He carried two breakfasts - one for a prisoner,

another for the Deputy on duty in the jail.

Breakfast for the prisoner. Mr Peters, he doesn't feel so good.

Let's go. Wait a minute, what is this?

I said let's go. Now!

A prisoner known as Jack Mason had been freed by men

who were complete strangers to him.

The second horse.

Come on, Mason, get aboard.

(GUNSHOT)

The Deputy had seen had the young outlaw's face -

it cost him his life.

All right, let's go.

(GROANS)

Jack Mason was blamed for the murder. The price on his head was doubled.

9:35am, two weeks later.

A quiet morning in Harmony, Colorado.

Thank you very much, and have a nice day.

Good morning, sir. May I help you? Good morning.

Mason presented a San Francisco bank draft to be cashed.

Turn around.

Where's the payroll?

The payroll! In the strongbox.

Unlock that door. Yes, sir.

Where is it? Down there.

Get down and open that box.

Come on, open the box! Don't shoot, please.

Over there on the floor. Do what the man says!

Now you stay down there till we're out of town. Hear?

H... H-Hel... Help. HELP!

I've been robbed!

ROBBERS!

Jack Mason was the only man identified by the clerk.

The Adams Express Company raised the reward.

Mason was now worth $3,500 dead or alive.

It was time to collect the reward.

Jack Mason was killed in cold blood.

In 1875, Wichita was a bustling frontier town.

The National Detective Agency, a private enterprise,

was created to fight the lawlessness of the West.

Its headquarters were here.

Head of the agency was Michael Bryant.

Mason, the slain man, whose right name was Jack Springer, and Peters

were two of his undercover agents.

We'll get them. We have to.

But I can't risk another man this way, Peters.

We'll try something else.

If I hadn't been bushwhacked, our plan would have worked.

Jack would still be alive.

It wasn't your fault, Bill.

They'd have killed you, too, if you'd have got a look at them.

I know. They're ruthless and smart.

We just have to be smarter.

If necessary, I'll put every man we've got on this case.

A lot of men won't do any good, Chief.

That many people out there - too many strangers show up,

the gang will lay low until they move on.

No, we've got to get one man inside that gang

and this time keep contact with him. I don't know, Bill.

They killed Jack Springer in cold blood - he never had a chance.

Peters is right, Chief.

All right, we'll try it one more time.

But it's got to be the right man.

Somebody's who's smart, tough, never loses his head.

Peters, you and Nielson find Gifford, and bring him here.

Right, Chief.

Bob.

'Find Gifford,' the chief says.

That's fine. It's a big town, where are you gonna look?

If I know Giff, you look where the girls are.

Wait a minute, that's it.

He said something about a date with a redhead.

Well, we're detectives aren't we?

We ought to be able to find a redhead.

Bob, honey, why can't you come see the show tonight?

Well, I told you, I just can't. I've got to get caught up with my work.

See you afterwards, though, right here.

Right here. Right here!

Why can't you do anything I wanna do?

I will, baby. What do you wanna do?

(GASPS)

Uh-hu.

Buck, you leave me alone.

Shut your lying face.

I'm gonna give you a good whoopin', you lyin', cheatin' redhead.

Now hold on. There's no call to use vile language.

You get out of here, you sweet smellin' fancy dan.

I'm gonna give her a lickin' she ain't never gonna forget,

so you put your tail between your legs and get out of here.

No.

Then I fail to see why you have any business here.

So why don't you just leave quietly? Just like you came in.

(GASPS)

I gave you a chance to get out of here, now I'm gonna kill you.

You get... No!

No! I'm not through with you yet!

Let me go! Buck!

Stay there!

That's our boy.

I thought it was a door and I just walked through it!

Anybody here wanna make anything out of it?

Break it up! Move onto your horse or something.

Hello, Giff. Sorry to interrupt.

That's all right, fellas.

I'd like to have you meet Tina. Miss Tina...

Neville.

That's Mr Peters and Mr Nielson.

Well, you weren't too hard to find.

Eh, that's what I get for being mixed up with a bunch of detectives.

The boss wants to see you, pronto.

You tell him I've still got two days' leave left.

Bob, they killed Jack Springer.

I'll see you later, Tina.

I won't make this an order, Bob. The decision is yours.

No decision to be made, Chief. Jack Springer was a friend of mine.

I know.

It's settled, then.

Now let's go over what we know, or can guess so far.

We're faced with a shrewd, ruthless gang of outlaws.

Their operation is clever and deadly.

They wait until a man with a price on his head is jailed,

then spring him and use him as a front man for a series of holdups,

making sure he's the only one ever recognised.

The reward keeps going up.

When it reaches $3,000 or $4,000, the man's killed.

Somebody's hired to collect the reward.

And we can't touch them, because it's all legal -

the money's his, dead or alive.

Peters will brief you on what he's learned.

Well, the gang has cut itself out of territory right here -

Comanche Creek, Sweetwater, Harmony and Adobe Wells.

This is wild country, sparsely settled.

Not much.

The entire area's policed by only one Marshal -

a man by the name of Shearer.

Seems to know his job, but it's too much for one man.

That's about all I've learned.

I lost track of Springer the day they broke him loose.

We'll plant our agents in the area before Gifford leaves.

Peters will be in charge, he'll have four men. Go ahead, Peters.

We'll get two on at this big cow outfit south of Sweetwater,

another in Harmony, and the fourth can hang out in Adobe Wells.

I'll be a cattle buyer working the entire area. Good.

Be ready to leave when Peters sends the word.

Sir! I haven't forgotten about you, Nielson.

When Gifford goes, you follow him.

No matters what happens, I want you to stay on his tail,

don't ever lose track of him. Yes, sir.

Either Alvin or I will be in this office around the clock.

I want to be kept posted on everything that happens.

That's all for now.

Well, sure.

I uh... would kinda hate to see them get stuck for another reward.

Mm-hm. Well, now that you mention it, so would I.

When the plans and preparations were completed, each agent went his way.

They travelled by train, stage and horseback into northwest Colorado

to take the posts assigned to them, ready to move in as needed.

Finally, Bryant was notified that it was time for Gifford to leave.

All plans were made, and channels of communication had been prepared.

'Wanted - Judd Tanner for train robbery. $1,500 reward.'

Good enough to get you to jail.

Telegram from Peters.

Comanche Creek.

Seems to think that'd be the best spot for me.

We have to start somewhere.

Besides, I think they have the most comfortable jail. I'll let you know.

$800 in $20 gold certificates.

They're part of the loot we recovered

from that express car robbery outside of Joplin.

Circulate a few of those and see what happens.

Gifford left his credentials behind.

Where he was going, he would no longer be a National Agent.

He'd be an outlaw, or a corpse.

Room, mister?

There you are.

Come a long way, huh, Mr...

Mr Gifford?

You don't say where you're from.

A long way.

Are you gonna be here for a spell?

You can take a week out of that.

Well, now, a $20 gold certificate. Well!

9, 10, and 10 makes 20.

Upstairs. The room's upstairs.

Second one on the left.

Could you have someone take care of my horse? It's tied out front.

Yes, sir!

Walder!

Walder!

A $20 gold certificate.

(HORSE NEIGHS)

WHISTLES: "CAMPTOWN RACES"

OK, Tony?

(And, listen, watch the bill there on the next table, it's no good.)

OK, Miss Abbie. All right?

Thank you.

May I join you?

It looks like you already have.

No, thank you.

You're staying here in the hotel?

Name's Gifford. Bob Gifford.

Well, you might say so.

I'm Abbie Stevens.

I own the place.

Oh!

Don't tell me you don't approve of lady saloon-keepers.

Well, in this case, I... I do.

Anyone as lovely as you, who wouldn't approve?

Mister, don't overdo it.

I'm been buncoed by experts.

Let's talk about it later.

What time do you close up?

Goodnight, Mr Gifford. It's been nice talking to you.

Whisky, please.

Something bothering you, mister?

Yeah, I don't like your looks.

Well, now that you bring it up, I don't much like yours, either.

Why don't you just get out of here?

Ben!

Don't you go starting any trouble.

He just doesn't like my looks, I don't like his, so it's a standoff.

Not with me it ain't. Don't let him pick a fight with you.

I wouldn't dream of it. I imagine he's handy with that gun.

I told you to get out of here.

You want to step outside and try it again?

Goodnight, Ben.

Drinks are on me.

You don't need anybody to look after you. Oh, but I do.

No, I didn't.

You sure don't give up easy.

I heard Ben Brady was making trouble in here.

Oh, he tried to pick a fight, but it's all right now, he's gone.

Mr Gifford, this our Marshal, Dan Shearer.

Howdy, Mr Gifford.

Brady tried to pick a fight, and no shooting?

You mean somebody talked him out of it?

He talked him out of it, all right.

Outdrew him so fast, it made Ben look silly.

Well, now that takes some doing. You better look out for him, though.

He won't like being shown up in front of all these people.

He gives you any trouble, you just let me know. Drink, Marshal?

No, thanks.

Hm!

$20 gold certificate. You don't see too many of these around.

Now, about tonight...

Just to talk. Please?

No. You're too good a talker.

WHISTLES: "CAMPTOWN RACES"

How you doing, Giff?

I've flashed a few of those stolen 20s

and gave the Marshal a couple of short answers.

You're off to a running start.

Who was that good-looking gal?

You're taking that watchdog job a little serious, aren't you?

That's the lady saloon-keeper.

A big improvement over the beer-bellied kind we're used to,

Amen to that!

You know, if you could find gold the way you find women,

you'd be the richest man in the world. Who wants gold?

Tell you what, you take the gold and I'll...

I better fade, Giff.

Like Chief said, I'll be around. You watch your step now.

You watch yours. Don't go worrying about me so much

Sure, Giff.

WHISTLES: "CAMPTOWN RACES"

There you are.

Oh, I'll lock up tonight, Tony. Thanks, Miss Abbie!

I'll bolt the back door on my way out. Joe's opening in the morning.

Fine. Goodnight, Tony. Goodnight!

Watch your step.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

(KNOCKING CONTINUES)

W-Who is it? Sheriff. Open up.

Is something wrong, Marshal?

Let's see the rest of those 20s.

You'd better have a good reason for this, Marshal. I do.

These $20 gold certificates were stolen. I don't believe it.

See for yourself - the numbers match.

They're from an express car robbery in Joplin, Missouri.

He could have won them, couldn't he?

I'm sorry, Abbie...

..the man's no good.

Jack Tanner. Train robbery?

Now you just try to prove I didn't.

Let's go, Tanner.

Goodnight, Abbie.

8am, the morning of August 1st.

Nielson kept a watchful eye on the jail

while waiting for the telegraph office to open.

Nielson sent a coded to telegram to a dummy address in Wichita.

He informed Bryant that Gifford was in jail, according to plan.

Gifford was in exactly the same spot

that Jack Springer had been in two months before.

Sunrise, 5:05am, August 5th - Gifford's fourth night in jail.

(KNOCKING)

(KNOCKING)

(KNOCKING)

(KNOCKING)

(BANGING)

(BANGING)

Who is it?

My name's Simms - I'm a Marshal out of Claiborne.

Well, what can I do for you?

Well, I'm bringing a prisoner back from Utah

and I uh... I'd like to hold him here

for a couple of hours, if I could.

You got extradition papers on him? No, I extradited him with a gun.

I've got a warrant here, though.

We gotta get paid for boarding him, you know.

Oh, you'll get paid.

A little something for yourself. Well, now, that's different.

I guess it's all right.

Bring him on back here.

(THUMPING)

I'll have you right out of here.

Oh, you're going.

Now move!

Where are you going?

You'll get one when the time comes. Now move.

Gifford had his first piece of information.

Apparently, the Circle W Ranch was the gang's hideout.

Nielson had a hard choice to make - report the hideout,

or stay close to Gifford.

He couldn't do both.

Nielson decided to stay where he was, until he could contact Gifford.

Good, you got him. Yeah, we got him.

Asa Winton - he owns this spread.

How about some breakfast? Got it all ready.

Janie!

This is Janie.

I'm her grandpa.

I'll kill any man that touches her.

These men all know it.

Now you know it, too.

Don't worry, Grandpa, she's too young for me.

Well, see that you keep it that way.

Janie and me, we live up at the ranch house.

And nobody's got any business up there.

Sit down.

Well, Asa, Judd Tanner is quite a man.

Express car holdup, served time in the Kansas State Pen.

Let's see, he's worth $1,500 even before we busted him out.

Wonder what he's worth now.

I'll get blamed for that Deputy you killed.

You sure will. Raise your price 1,000, at least.

What's all this talk about the price on my head?

Cos we're very proud of you - you're a very valuable man to us.

We're gonna make you our front man -

we're gonna send you in first on all our jobs.

(CHUCKLES)

Well, you don't have anything to worry about.

You see, that face of yours is so well-known

that you're in about deep as you can get already.

There's no point in us getting the same bad reputation, is there?

(CHUCKLES)

You'll go back to Comanche Creek

tied across your saddle good and dead, and we split the reward.

That's what happens if you don't go along with it.

But you're smarter than that, aren't you?

So that's why you didn't give me a gun.

That's right, that's why we didn't give you a gun.

The newcomer was Ben Brady.

He talked to Troop like a man giving instructions.

It was hardly possible that a character like Brady

would be the brains of this gang.

So Gifford reasoned that Brady was a messenger from the outside.

Probably from someone working undercover in Comanche Creek.

Hello, Ben.

Put that gun up, Brady.

You two know each other, huh?

We got acquainted back in town, didn't we?

Put that gun away, Brady. He's with us now.

You know, you don't make a man feel very welcome.

I'll probably kill you some day.

You'll forget your old quarrels, that's what you'll do,

or else you'll answer to me.

Both of you.

Anything else I can get for you, Janie?

No.

No, nothing.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Is something wrong?

Everything's wrong.

Oh, Janie.

Hey, don't cry. I don't want you to cry.

I can't help it. I know.

I wanna get you out of here, I wanna take care of you.

You tell anybody about this, so help me...

Why should I tell anybody? It's all right with me.

I mean it, you say a word...

Like how long do I stay alive?

Janie. Janie!

Don't take it so hard, boy. Maybe it'll work out.

No, she'll never leave that old man.

I think he'd want her to leave.

Only one finish for a girl that gets mixed up with a gang like this.

I know! Trouble is, if she went with me, what good would it do?

That Troop is smart.

And he's mean, too.

He'd just as soon kill you as look at you.

Not much chance of getting away from him. Troop?

Is he the boss? I thought Winton was.

No, Winton owns the ranch, Troop gives the orders. Here, maybe.

I don't know.

They don't even...

Who said there was anybody?

I've been with other outfits, I know how they operate.

Got to have someone on the outside,

someone with brains to make the plans.

Well, you just forget about it.

Like you said, maybe you better worry

about how long you've got to live.

Now Gifford's suspicion was a certainty.

There was somebody else - the real leader, working behind the scenes.

It was important to get the information into Nielson's hands.

All National Agents were trained in the use of the heliograph

for communication.

Gifford carried a piece of polished metal for this purpose.

He just had to contact Nielson.

The pre-arranged signals told Nielson that Gifford wanted to talk to him

and would meet him where Gifford now was at eight o'clock that night.

August 10th, 7:45pm.

Troop had ridden off early that morning

without telling anyone where he was going.

The outlaws were restless, anxious for action.

(LAUGHS)

Gifford was restless, too.

He had a rendezvous with Nielson,

and it would be a problem to leave the bunkhouse

without arousing suspicion.

Anything left to eat? I'll fix something.

Oh, I saw a nice new poster of you in town today. Yeah?

500 more.

That's all.

A total of 2,000 dead or alive.

I wonder why they only raised it 500.

I don't know, but the handbill said

you were wanted for a stagecoach job. Yeah, well, that's my business.

Well, that's good, you'll know what to do tomorrow,

because we're pulling one.

Fine.

I'll leave you gentlemen to work out the details.

Yeah, well, you do that, but don't get any ideas about running out.

I wouldn't dream of it. I like it here.

Hayden.

Giff.

Take it easy, there's a rifle watching. What's new?

I stayed here close by to watch you.

I didn't get word to the chief yet about this hideout.

That's all right. I'm safe enough for the time being.

Don't slice it too thin, Giff.

Pull out before you get -

Hi, Bill.

I'll give you a hand.

Hey, you two! What are you doing?

Getting some wood.

Shut up.

I'm not saying a word.

Somebody on the outside who's the real boss, isn't it?

Come on! Come on back here!

You wanna get shot? He's just itching to pull that trigger.

Look, Troop's in charge here,

You talk too much.

I'd sure like to know who it is.

Gifford had given Nielson an unmistakable directive -

find out who the secret leader was.

August 15th.

Three days earlier, the gang had pulled off the stagecoach robbery.

Bryant sent for the stagecoach driver, hoping to get a lead.

And what - Mr Delk!

Well, you got me all the way down here to talk.

About the holdup. The holdup, Mr Delk.

Well, I've probably been held up more than any driver you ever knew,

and I could talk about - Mr Delk,

just about the Sweetwater Road holdup, please.

Show us. Oh, yeah, sure, I'll show you.

Now, we was coming - Ah! On the map.

Ah. You fellas are sure impatient.

Well, now, I was coming round that turn there, heading for Sweetwater,

when, lo and behold, this fella,

he was dressed real nice, he was a handsome-looking man,

he jumped his horse into the middle of the road,

then he says, just as polite as you please,

'Would you mind taking this to the post office for me?'

And I says, 'Well, sure and dandy.'

Then, when I went to get that letter, he drawed a gun,

and a whole swarm of outlaws came out of that brush -

Could you identify any of them? Well, no, they all wore masks,

except that one fella, like I told you.

And he took my strongbox, he robbed all three of my passengers,

and one of them was the cutest little...

Well, she was about... And I tell you, if I -

Was this one of the gang? That's him!

That's the fella that wanted me to mail the letter!

Ha! Sitting out there with his bare face hanging out.

He might have knowed I'd identify him.

But you can't identify any of the others? They all wore masks!

Thank you for your help. I'll send for you if I need you again.

Well, I'm glad to oblige.

I enjoyed the trip down. Ain't been in in Wichita in -

Mr Delk, thanks. We appreciate it. Well -

Drop in again. Goodbye! (EXHALES)

Bad news.

'Have authorised raise of reward on Tanner to $3,000.

Acknowledge, M Sherman,

Supervisor, Adams Express Company, Denver office.'

$3,000 - that's getting too tempting for them.

One step closer to the day of collection.

I didn't want it to go up so fast. Can you hold it down again?

Not now. They'd have to explain why back on down the line.

One clerk somewhere talking too much, Gifford's a dead man.

Notify Denver we comply with that request -

$3,000 dead or alive.

After the stagecoach holdup, the outlaws laid low for several days.

Cooped up together in the bunkhouse, they became edgy and nervous,

their tempers uneasy.

(LAUGHS) That was pretty stupid, kid.

Who asked you?! You've been getting mighty uppity

ever since that little gal took up with you, haven't you? Now look -

You think I don't have eyes? I seen her snivelling over you

every time the old man's back is turned. Keep your mouth shut!

Don't you ever talk to me that way, boy.

I ain't through yet.

I said he's had enough.

Get him, Hayden. Tear his head off.

Where are you going?

Keep an eye on him, Brady.

Come on, Hayden, up!

Thanks.

I didn't do too good, did I?

You dented him a couple of times.

No, I've been avoiding it.

If he ever jumps me again, though, I swear I'll...

Nothing.

You know, that's the funny thing about nerve -

I never have.

I haven't killed anybody yet.

After the first one, it doesn't matter,

everyone's gunning for the price on your head.

It was almost by accident.

My dad and I had a little nester shack out near a big cow outfit.

Dad got hurt, it was up to me to rustle grub.

So I let down a fence and butchered a yearling

that wandered in onto our land.

They caught me at it, sent me off to jail.

My dad died right after.

So I got away, and I've been running ever since.

How'd you get hooked up with Troop?

I met him in a little place near Durango.

I made the mistake of telling him I was on the run.

That's all he needed.

I had to do whatever he told me, or he'd turn me in.

You could light out some night.

No, I wouldn't go without Janie.

Look, you stuck your neck out to help me, so I'll tell you -

you better get out of here while you can.

You haven't got any chances.

Gus!

Take these out and post them right away.

The new posters were distributed rapidly.

Marshal Shearer was determined to capture Gifford.

Just before midnight on August 18th,

Amos Troop routed his men out of bed and told them to get ready to ride.

At this late hour,

Gifford figured that Nielson would probably be asleep.

Gifford had to do something to attract his attention.

(HORSE NEIGHS)

(NEIGHING CONTINUES)

Whoa!

That's right, it's empty.

Thanks a lot (!)

You've got your orders, go ahead.

A wanted man named Reno Waller was being held in jail.

Gifford knew there was a good reason for the break -

the outlaws would soon be needing somebody to take his place.

Marshal Shearer himself was on duty. That increased the risk.

Get up on that floor and lie down face first if you want to stay alive.

Lift your head up!

Get your boots on. What is this?

Get out!

Come on, hurry up! Get that Marshal in here!

Come on, Waller, let's go.

Get on that horse.

The Marshal had not been harmed.

Nielson saw no need to help him.

The outlaws remained close to the ranch for the next three days.

On the fourth morning, Amos Troop sent Brady away on an urgent mission.

Nielson saw Brady leave.

Gifford had given him clear-cut instructions -

find out who the undercover leader was.

Nielson had to take a calculated risk -

leave Gifford and follow Brady,

hoping that he would lead him to the man they were looking for.

Gifford was now worth $4,000.

Jack Springer had been killed for less.

Got a telegram for Nielson?

Bryant's telegram read, 'Get Gifford out immediately.'

The operatives in the field could not get there in time,

so Nielson was to ask Marshal Shearer for assistance.

I need your help, Marshal. National Detective Agency, huh?

They don't come any better. Sit down, Mr Nielson.

Sure, anything I can do for you, just ask.

Well, you know the Circle W Ranch? Yeah.

There's a gang of outlaws headquartered there.

On that old place? That hardly seems likely.

Oh, they're there, all right. Ben Brady's one of them.

He's over at The Stevens House right now.

I'll hold him on your say so. Good.

How long will it take you to swear in a posse? About a night, maybe.

Make it as soon as you can.

There's a rocky point north of the ranch house, I'll meet you there.

You figure they're planning to pull out? No.

But I've got orders to go in after one man - he's one of our agents.

You're telling me you've got an agent planted in that outfit?

That's right, and if I don't...

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude. I can come back later.

Oh, no. No. No, it's all right.

I better get back there. I'll see you tonight.

I must be losing my charm.

The horseman was Ben Brady.

He must have left Comanche Creek before the Marshal could arrest him.

In any case, all Nielson could do was watch, and wait for the posse.

Well, we have a problem.

Either Judd Tanner there or Reno Waller

is a National Detective Agent.

Ha-ha! I knew it!

This'll be a pleasure. Sit down, Jess.

All right, so it's me. You're all under arrest.

That's the last smart crack you'll ever make, mister.

Sit down, I said!

Well, now, we could kill them both,

but there's no sense in being wasteful,

because we're gonna be needing one of them.

L-L-Look, it is him.

I swear it!

Maybe.

Maybe not.

Thanks for the confidence.

We don't wanna kill the wrong man now, do we, boys?

So let's find out which one is which. Yeah, but how?

We're gonna make a little test.

Let's go.

I-I know it's you!

Because it sure ain't me!

Easy, Waller. You're scared. You might give yourself away.

Look at your hand, it's shaking.

He's got a point there.

Come on, let's go, Reno.

Nielson saw the outlaws leave.

If he followed them, he'd miss the posse.

He decided to wait.

Carter! Hayden!

You always bust in on a man like this?

Only on Detective Agents.

I thought you said it was one of them. I did.

One of them, and him.

Get down, all of you.

Mister, I don't know where you get your information.

Straight from the horse's mouth.

I caught sight of you trailing me back at Comanche Creek,

so I kinda listened in at the jail window.

Which one of them's your partner?

I never saw either one of them before.

Which one?

I'm sorry, Ken. That one. He's lying!

Shut up! He's lying, I tell you!

Kill him.

Well, go ahead. If you can kill him, Waller's the agent, like he says.

If you can't, it's you.

Go ahead and shoot him!

Go ahead, shoot him!

(GUNSHOT)

I'll kill you for that! He was coming at me!

We'll have to find another way.

Go on back to the ranch.

And watch those two!

Nielson had deliberately sacrificed his life

to give his friend another few hours, a few days at most, to live.

Gifford made a silent resolve -

somehow he'd make Troop and his gang pay for Nielson's life.

What are you staring at me for? He's the one!

(HORSE APPROACHES)

Which one? Tell me which one!

We'll find out tomorrow.

Why not now?

We raid the bank at Comanche Creek tomorrow.

With a lawman riding right along with us?

That's right.

If he tips his hand, well, we gun him down then and there.

If he doesn't, he had to help pull the job.

Right, boys?

To me.

All right. We'll stand guard on these two until it's time to leave.

One wrong move, just one, kill them.

The night of August 23rd.

At midnight, Carter took over guard duty.

Waller was asleep.

Gifford decided this was his best chance.

Who?

Oh.

You mean the man Hayden shot?

Well, what's the difference? He's dead now.

A wife? Kids, maybe?

Cut it out.

I was just wondering.

Now don't try anything.

I'll shoot if I have to.

Yeah, I know.

What makes you think I'd be the one to jump you, instead of him?

Well, right now, because he's asleep.

That makes sense.

You think I'm the agent, don't you?

Yeah, I think so.

You're right.

I am the one.

What are you gonna do, tell Troop?

I don't know.

It's...

I just don't know.

Now don't try anything.

I don't have to.

Why should I?

Cos if you do, I'll help you.

You've never killed anyone.

Give me a hand, the law will make it easy for you.

I couldn't turn on them.

You don't owe that bunch of killers anything.

How about Janie? Remember what you told me?

You wanna take her away from here, look after her.

If I get out of this alive, I'll help you do just that.

Is that a promise?

Yeah, that's a promise.

What do you want me to do?

Well, our only chance is to get a posse here before daylight.

Well, let's go and get one.

They find us both gone, they'd pull out of here.

I'll have to stay.

I'll give you a good start and hold them here as long as I can.

All right, if that's the way you want it.

Go to Comanche Creek, try to find the Marshal, he's our best bet.

Don't you worry, I'll find him.

..ride hard, huh?

Gifford had to trust Carter.

Maybe he'd change his mind and take off to save his own skin,

but Gifford didn't think so.

Gifford gave Carter an hour to get well on his way.

Waller slept soundly.

It was time to move.

If he could get a gun, Gifford might be able to hold the outlaws

until the posse arrived.

(GRUNTS)

(GLASS SHATTERS)

What are you doing in here? Where's Carter?

Gone?

Get in there!

When did he leave?

I should have killed him!

I knew he'd run out some day.

You could have got away yourself.

I told you once before, I like it here.

It's some kind of a trick!

Yeah, well, we'll find out tomorrow.

Take over, Jess, and call me in a couple of hours.

You... get over there.

Marshal Shearer? That's right.

I've gotta talk to you. It's important.

It better be important, waking me this time of night. It is important!

All right, son.

Take your time, tell me all about it. We don't have much time!

They've already killed one agent, they're gonna kill another

at the Circle W.

We've got to be there before morning. Wait a minute!

What's all this talk about agents and killing? I'm one of the outlaws.

At least, I was. I snuck out a couple of hours ago to come here.

Had a turn in conscience, son? You come to me for help? That's right.

I don't want any more of that killing.

Well, son, you came to the right place. Yes, sir.

You came to the right place, all right.

Now which one is it - Tanner or Waller?

You?

You're the one.

Waller or Tanner?

I don't know.

Right here, men!

Right here.

Some crazy gun-slinging kid.

Said I killed his cousin five years ago,

said he was gonna even up the score with me.

Got off a couple of wild shots at me and I had to...

It's a shame.

What makes them turn bad like that, anyway?

Anybody here know who he is?

I've seen him around a couple of times.

Never heard his name, though.

It's too bad.

Just a kid.

Nice-looking boy, too.

Early the next morning, the outlaws were preparing to leave.

Gifford knew something had gone wrong with Carter.

It's empty.

That's right. So's his.

You don't expect a man to go on a bank raid with an empty gun?

We might have to shoot our way out!

When you keep a rattlesnake around, you always pull its fangs.

Let's go.

The plan Shearer and Troop had agreed on was simple and deadly.

Shearer would kill Gifford and Waller as they ran out of the bank

after the robbery.

The gang would profit in two ways -

they would gain several thousand dollars in loot from the bank,

and they would get rid of both men quickly, legally and profitably,

because Shearer, having killed them in the line of duty,

would claim the rewards for both of them.

Yes, sir, can I help you?

Over there!

You! Turn your head and you're dead.

Open that safe.

You've got one more chance - your last. Yes, sir.

Peters and the other detectives were converging on Comanche Creek.

Soon they were all present and accounted for.

Peters gave them their instructions.

They had no idea that, right at this moment, Gifford was in the bank,

his life hanging by a thread.

Down on the floor!

Waller, fill them up.

There was nothing Gifford could do but wait

to see what happened once they had the money.

That's all there is.

You two wait.

Poke your heads out before I'm gone, I'll blow them off.

Hey, Troop! Troop!

(GUNSHOT)

(GUNSHOT)

(GUNSHOT)

(GUNSHOTS)

(GUNSHOT)

Cover me, Will!

(GUNSHOTS)

I'll give you a hand, Marshal.

(GUNSHOTS)

I'll go around back.

(GUNSHOT)

(GUNSHOT)

(CLICK!)

Peters!

Peters! Bill Peters, it's me, Gifford.

Giff?

Hold it, Marshal! That man's no bank robber, he's a National Agent.

An agent? I don't understand.

We're both agents - National Detective Agency.

Giff.

Well, it's a fine time to tell me - I might have shot him.

Thanks for the help.

Bring those men over here!

Keep your hands up, and move.

Is that the bank money in those saddlebags? It's all here.

I'll take care of it.

Now move.

A couple of questions I'd like to ask you.

A young fella, Carter - did you see him last night?

Young fella?

I didn't see any young fella. He did, too!

He killed him, right there in his office.

Oh!

Yeah, there was a kid - he was crazy, or something.

He pulled a gun on me.

He came to you for help - I sent him.

I'll take that rifle.

Drop those guns.

Drop them.

Anybody move, and I'll kill this girl.

Giff...

..back of my belt.

Get on there!

Tie him up!

Oh, yes.

Would you buy me a drink?

I just might do that.

Gifford's closest friend was dead.

He could not bring him back,

but he could continue to help bring law and order to the lawless West.

The files of the National Detective Agency were closed on one more case.

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