All language subtitles for Blazing Across the Pecos (1948 ) colorized

The greatest enemies to the civilizing of

the West were the white man, who threw a breed armed the savage Indian tribes.

For years they kept the frontier ablaze with bloody raids like this attack on

an isolated trading post beyond the Pecos.

Sooner or later, an outlaw is contempt for the law.

We'll make him careless.

Following up the Indian raid on one of Matt Carter's trading posts,

the Durango Kid was closer to a solution of the trouble than he had been in

months.

At last, there was something definite to go on.

We'll make him careless.

Thanks for watching!

The Durango Kid's job now was to find out who was posing as an Indian.

And for what reason?

Well, Buckshot, how'd it go?

How'd it go?

How'd you expect it to go with me handling the deal?

Those redskins wiped up that whole treading post.

That makes three.

There's two more to go.

Why, Matt Carter won't have a dollar to his name inside of a month.

Dad, what's wrong, Dad?

Is something more happened?

I haven't got time to tell you now, dear.

Look at him.

There he goes.

He probably just got the news, and he's out trying to raise some money.

He looks a -a might upset.

Say, wait a minute, Ace.

I didn't tell you the real news.

You don't have to worry about the Durango kid anymore.

What?

I just killed him.

I spun him off a cliff to make a Skyhawk deal.

Bugshot, this is the happiest day of my life.

Well, I'm glad you think so, Ace.

Have a cigar.

Thanks.

You know,

if the Durango kid had ever found out that I was supplying them Indians with

rifles, he'd have torn me apart.

Well, now you can step high, wide, and handsome.

I don't know about you, Ace, but I'm going to celebrate.

And it's on me!

Good.

Thank you.

That's a right, nice horse there, ain't it?

It sure is.

I wonder who owns it.

Well, he belongs to Buckshot Thomas.

Buckshot Thomas, eh?

I don't think I know the gentleman.

Well, he ain't no gentleman.

He's a kind of a ramrod for Ace Brockway.

Ace is the mayor here.

That Buckshot's bad medicine.

If so, tell me, where's the man's feet around here?

Smiley Burnett's E -Lite restaurant.

That's me.

The mayor give me the eatin' concession in his saloon.

Well, how come you're running a restaurant?

I thought you were a marshal.

Oh, that's just kind of a sideline.

Side line?

Al,

the mayor says I got to be the city marshal or I can't have the restaurant concession

in there.

Why not?

Well, I can't figure that out.

I gotta have two jobs or I don't get any.

Heh heh heh.

Oh, come on up.

All right now, now.

You know how to shoot up my place.

We're friends, remember?

Yeah, pals to the bitter ass, right?

Yeah, that's right.

Now, I tell you what you do.

You go on over there and wreck Mike Doyle's saloon.

Heh heh heh.

You know how I like a good laugh.

And you want me to make it real funny, huh?

Uh -huh.

That's him.

Heh heh heh heh.

Heh heh.

Heh heh.

Heh heh.

Heh heh.

Heh heh.

That's a dirty trick, Rockway.

That's a trick.

Getting buckshot drunk, then sending him over here to wreck my place.

Yeah, I think that's again the law.

Oh!

Oh, why don't you get Marshall Burnett to stop it?

Oh, no, I resigned four shots ago.

Oh, you can't be...

Now, while I'm there, you're one of the few laughs I get.

The truck with two six shooters is nothing to laugh at.

Well, maybe you'd like to stop it.

I think I will.

There's your man, Marshal.

Oh, no, you want him, you can have it.

Well, Ace,

you seem to have a lot of fun around here making smiley the butt of your jokes.

If this fella's gonna stay a while, make him smiley.

I don't think it'd be fair to use the taxpayer's money for a deputy.

Not only have such a neighbor man in Marshal Burnett's...

I'll pay his wages.

Let's see you weasel out of that, Brockway.

I don't think he'd like the job.

You know, I think I will.

Yeah?

Well, if anything happens to you, don't blame me.

Well, say, does that mean I can hire this fella?

Yeah, it should be once a job.

We can use a fella like you around here, Mr ....

Blake, Steve Blake.

I'm not caught in.

That noise there.

Show him around, Smiley.

I sure will.

I'll not only show you around, I'll put on a show for you.

Ha -ha.

Come on, come on.

I'll blast that umber right out of this town.

That kind of might wonder about that.

You just run him out of town, make a monkey out of him.

Give us all a good laugh.

You'll get your laugh.

["Hark, the Herald Angels Sing"] I'm the kind of fella that loves his sleep.

Doin' my snoozin' long and deep,

gettin' my fancy's dozin' about half past four.

Some hungry skunk invented a rig,

stands on a dresser and dances a jig and just rings a bell from a feet hits an

icy floor.

I can be dreaming about anything.

I once got as fair as buying a ring.

What happened to men on?

Well, who can tell?

I'll tell you one I never miss.

I can be that far from a juicy kiss and that ornery thing will barely bust the

bell.

Oh, that's all, brother, yes, that's all.

Time to hit the deck, you hear me call.

Last night you set the alarm.

Now get up or I'll break your arm.

That's all, brother, that's all.

I'm walking down the avenue just to wind the gawking like people do.

a sign that says free excursion train.

At 6 AM, she's due to arrive, so I set the alarm for a quarter to five,

spent the evening in a friendly poker game.

Well, I turned in early, started counting sheep, counted a dozen,

then I went to sleep, thinking about this free trip all the time.

All at once, I opens my face, the morning sun's all over the place,

and that pesky rig says 25 minutes to nine.

Oh, that's all, brother, yes, that's all.

Well, I tried to wake you up, I tried to call.

Now, you're the stupid mug that forgot to pull the plug.

That's all, brother, that's all.

That's all, brother, that's all.

That's all, brother.

Pardon me.

I'm Jim Treanor, editor of the Pecos Fast Beacon.

Ollie, Steve Wicks, the name, sit down.

Thanks.

You know, you've stepped into a first -class feud.

Brockway and Carter?

What are they feuding about?

Everything.

They both want to control Pecos Flats and the range west of the river.

And Carter's in the saddle, eh?

Well, he was, till Ace started publishing the beacon to control local politics.

And the Indians started wiping out Carter's trading posts.

I say, might be a connection with that.

Well, Carter thinks Ace is behind the gun running.

And Brockway?

He says Carter sold those guns to the Indians himself.

Tell me, uh, where'd Brockway come from?

Nobody knows.

He hit town with a deck of cards and a hundred dollars.

And he's already run him into plenty.

I guess we'd better get better acquainted.

You will.

You won't like being forced to appoint you Smiley's deputy.

Why not?

Oh, his first act as mayor was to have Smiley made town marshal,

just for laughs.

He doesn't want law and order around here.

He wants a wide open town.

And, uh, you work for his paper?

Well, I take his money.

And I write what he tells me.

But that's as far as it goes.

Your napkin?

Thanks.

Get up.

Get his gun belt, trainer.

I'll stand over there.

Oh, what's the matter, Bushup?

You and the new deputy having a little trouble?

No, I'm just going to play with him a little bit before I run him out of town.

Yes, sir.

Bring this guy's grub.

Yes, sir.

A whole turkey?

Well, that's too good for that saddle tramp.

I think I'll eat it myself.

So tear off one of those legs and start feeding me.

Get his gun, Trena.

What have you done?

Ah, you start feeding me.

Uh -uh.

I like to start with the weighing for us.

Here's a list of my losses to date.

It strikes me most men would have given up and quit by now.

Oh, I can't do that.

All these small ranches and settlers are dependent upon me and my trading post

for their supplies.

That's why I dropped around to see you, Mr.

Carter.

There's talk in town that you have a supply train scheduled to leave Santa Fe

on a day or two.

Tomorrow, to be exact.

Tell me, why can't you telegraph instructions and have it held up a few weeks?

By then,

a United States regiment will be moving to Fort Bush and they can escort your

wagons.

Oh, I'd like to, Steve, but I can't do that.

You see, our supplies are pretty low as it is.

Oh, hello, dear.

Steve, I want you to meet my daughter, Lola.

How do you do?

Nice to meet you.

Mr.

Blake is the new deputy marshal I was telling you about.

Oh, I see.

Dad, I was just talking to Jim Trainor, and he would like...

The less you see of that cow town, Horace Greeley, the better it'll suit me.

But, Dad, he's never done you any harm, and besides,

he wants your story on the last trading course.

You tell him to get his story from Brockway.

He only prints what Ace tells him to print anyway.

But that doesn't mean he isn't our friend.

Dad, I think Jim would like to help us if you would let him.

I agree with Miss Lola.

Trainor strikes me as being a pretty good boy.

Well, it looks like I'm outnumbered.

All right, I'll see him.

Oh, thanks, Dad.

There's another reason I can't give up, Steve.

Also, a good reason why you shouldn't take too many chances.

I know what you mean.

But that wagon train's got to leave Santa Fe tomorrow.

You fellers enjoyed your meal, I hope.

That stew tasted like the same stew you had yesterday.

It was.

Before I serve you dessert,

I want to show you a good trick a magician feller did on the stage down El

Paso.

I'm going to pull that tablecloth off of there without messing up any one of

them three glasses.

For every glass you break, I'm going to charge you a dollar.

Oh, there's nothing to the trick.

See, nothing up my sleeves, nothing in my pocket.

Nothing in your head.

See?

Hurry up and get that grub.

As soon as we've eaten, we've got to pay Chief Bearclaw another visit.

What for?

Matt Carter's wagon train leaves Santa Fe on schedule tomorrow.

When the settlers don't get the supplies they're expecting,

there won't be much else to keep them in this territory.

That's when you move in, huh?

Sixty -six.

Sixty -seven.

Sixty -eight.

Sixty -eight.

How many?

I owe you $68.

And you'll pay it.

This Santa Fe, this Pecos River, this Pecos Flats, Berclo Savvy?

Nino.

When wagon train reaches here, you strike.

You savvy?

Nino.

Kill men, kill horses, burn wagons.

You savvy?

Nino.

How much rifle?

Berclo want 100 rifle.

That's a lot of rifles.

Berclo want 100 rifle.

You savvy?

Buckway?

Buckway Savvy.

You get rifles.

The old chief's getting smart, Ace.

Those 100 rifles are going to cost you plenty.

Yeah,

but not as much as it would have cost if Matt Carter's wagon train had got

through.

The old chief's getting smart, Ace.

The old chief's getting smart, Ace.

What happened, Bill?

We were wiped out last night.

Indians?

Yeah.

Where did it happen?

I don't catch this mason.

You know what tribe it was?

I couldn't tell, Matt.

Indians are Indians at night.

All right, boys.

All right.

There's the bar.

Go on and have some fun.

It's all on the house.

Red, give us a little tote, huh?

Going back.

Going back.

Going back to Texas.

Going back to Texas.

Going back today.

Take my boots and saddle and ride the reins all day.

Going back to Texas.

Going back today.

Going to get my dart.

When I get down that way.

Going back to Texas.

Going back to stay in that little prairie cow town where the girls all swing

and sway.

Going back to Texas.

Yes, I'm on my way.

Going to find my dart and when I get my pay.

Going back to Texas.

Going back to stay in that little prairie cow town where the girls all swing

and sway.

Going back to Texas.

Yes, I'm on my way.

Going to find my dart and when I get my pay.

You know, there's one thing about the old chief.

He always does a good job.

Yeah.

We can count on him just as long as we get him.

I've given the rifles, I promised him.

You gonna get in that hunt that you bargained for?

Oh, sure.

I need his Indians now more than ever.

With their help, I can move in on the land that Matt Carter's now holding.

You can't hold on to that territory with just Indians.

Well, I don't intend to use just Indians.

There's a pair of Pecos flats and a prominent newspaper publisher.

I've already appealed to Washington for troops.

You mean you want a bunch of soldiers running all over the place?

The army, my non -too -bright friend,

will force Bearclaw up north into Indian territory after he's wiped out Matt

Carter.

Then everything west of the Pecos will be mine.

Ace, you've got a smart head on your shoulders.

Yeah.

And I intend to keep some hair on it.

Now, about those rifles, you better have Curly Niles make the delivery.

Well, 100 rifles is a pretty heavy pullover, Red Rock Pass.

I know it.

You tell him to go by way of Tanya Diora.

We'll ship the rifles by stagecoast.

Chuck and Whitey will be driving that day,

and we'll make sure there are no other passengers.

Chuck and Whitey will be driving that day,

and we'll make sure there are no other passengers.

Durango.

Drainer, I've come here because I figure you can be trusted.

Just because I work for Ace Brockway doesn't mean I think like him.

That's what I figured.

Tell me, would you recognize this glove if you ever saw it again?

I'm sure I would.

Good.

Next time you see it, identify it as Durango's.

I will.

Twenty dollars, you can't hit that milk pitcher.

Here's your twenty.

It was worth it.

If Matt Carter wants his lunch, he can cook it over a match.

I'm not gonna be a target for nobody, no time, no time!

Say, Curly ought to be getting back from making that delivery pretty soon,

hadn't he?

Thanks for watching!

Say, what's he doing driving that coach?

I don't know, but we'll find out.

And let me do the talking.

Hey, Jim, got a story here for you.

Take a look.

It's Curly Niles.

Is that who it is?

Is he hurt bad?

He's dead.

Where'd you come across him?

Find him in the stage, about a mile out of town.

Is that all?

There was no drivers, nothing else inside the stage.

Nope.

You don't suppose that some Indian party could...

Indians don't kill a man, then leave his gun on him, Ace.

Yeah, that's right.

Well, Deputy, you take him over to Doc Summers.

Have him fix him up at the fine funeral.

Go on.

Ace, what are you supposed to happen?

Oh, shut up.

I'm trying to think.

Hey, look at this.

What's this?

Only one man I know wears a glove with a D on it like that.

Who's that?

The Durango Kid.

Why, you're crazy.

The Durango Kid's dead.

If he is, I've got a whale of a story,

but that glove makes me think he's very much alive.

All right, Tranley,

you can go back to your work and keep your mouth shut about this.

Thank you.

So, the Durango Kid is dead, huh?

You killed him.

Yes, I did kill him.

When I shoot a man, he's dead.

Well, then who killed Curly Niles?

What became of them rifles?

And how do you account for this blub?

It's a trick, Ace.

Nobody in this town would dare play a trick on Ace Brockway.

One man would.

Huh?

Matt Carter.

Yeah.

Yes, he would.

And Jim Trainor's in on it.

Well, how do you figure that?

Trainor's a tenderfoot.

What could he know about the Durango Kid?

Only what he's heard probably.

Well,

then how could he identify this glove as Durango's if somebody hadn't put him

up to it?

You're right, Ace.

We could've do something about Trainor.

That's asking for trouble.

Trainor's mighty well -liked around here yet.

Don't worry.

I'll get Junk Smoke Ballard to handle it.

Mother Nature made the pumpkin on the ground.

Mother Nature made the pumpkin on the ground.

If she'd have made it twice as big, made a fine house for a pig.

It ain't much help, no ain't much help.

Mother Nature made the high grass in the field.

Mother Nature made the high grass in the field.

If she'd have made it fat and sweet, I know right where I would eat.

It ain't much help, it ain't much help.

Ain't much help, no, no, can't do no good, no, no,

Got to work and work and slave for all you get.

Plenty of everything laying around, just waiting to be found.

Ain't much help, no, no, ain't much help.

Mother Nature made a mighty wind to blow.

Mother Nature made a mighty wind to blow.

All that blown ain't worth the hoop piles of dirt all over the stoop.

Ain't much help, it ain't much help.

Mother Nature made the cloud, made the rain.

Mother Nature made the cloud, made the rain.

As long as she can make a rain, why don't she wash this winter paint?

Ain't much help, it ain't much help.

Ain't much help, no, no, can't do no good, no, no,

Got to work and work and slave for all you get.

Plenty of everything laying around, just waiting to be found.

Ain't much help, no, no, ain't much help.

Don't turn around.

No, sir.

Reach for it and do a good job.

Yes, sir.

Come on, jump.

Yes, sir.

Now the next one.

Yes, sir.

Come on, jump.

Yes, sir.

All right, once more.

Yes, sir.

Once more.

All right.

I've got enough trouble without you fellas badgering me.

Well, at least I got the windows clean.

You sure did, Smiley, with Steve's help.

You can give me some help getting out of this pail now.

Oh, Smiley, this is no place to take a bath.

Well, help me.

It's not Saturday, it's not night, and it's not decent.

Help me.

Here, wait a minute.

Let me get this.

I'll kick.

Help.

Get me out of here.

Jumping, Gee, horse a fan.

Get me out of here.

Help.

I'm awful sorry, mister.

Mister, I don't seem to recall that face.

Are you in there?

Yes, I'm in here.

Get me out.

All right, I'll help you.

Why, you lame bane piece of coyote bait, I'll...

Look, you can't hurt me.

I got King's ex.

Why, you...

Honest, it won't happen again, mister.

Well, it better not happen again.

Goodbye, Mr.

Gunsmoke.

Would you say?

That's Gunsmoke Ballard.

He's a mean armory to get mixed up with.

You know, folks say he'll shoot a man for $50 and for $100, he'd shoot himself.

He's a mean armory to get mixed up with $50 and for $50, he'd shoot $50,

You got me Blake, I am true.
Here's my gun.

You're a two -gun man, Ballard.

Throw the other out.

I'll bring it to you, you two -bit deputy.

Twenty thousand dollars is a pretty fair price, Mr.

Jason.

I'll have my men make delivery of the cattle immediately.

Oh, just in time, Steve.

Come in.

Meet Mr.

Jason.

He's purchasing agent for the Army.

I know you, Mr.

Jason.

How do you do?

You know, it was Steve's idea that I contact the Army in the first place.

When Colonel Watkins heard about Mr.

Carter's cattle, he authorized me to purchase them immediately.

Well, it doesn't make us unhappy.

Well, I'll make payment now and be on my way.

Hello.

Hello.

This means Dad can finance another supply train and save the same...

And mr. Jason says Colonel Watkins will send
a cavalry escort with the wagons.

You don't look too happy about it, Steve.

I can be wrong, but...

But what?

Oh, nothing.

I just hope news doesn't leak out about this deal.

Well, I'll be busy up at the ranch for a few days, so if you...

Oh, I'll be all right, Dad.

Jim will...

Well, I mean, there's nothing to worry about, really.

Well, if anything goes wrong, you can put a help -wanted ad in his newspaper.

Go back and get along, boy.

Bye, Dad.

Now, there goes Carter.

Caltrainer, I want to see him in my office right away.

My job is to print news days, not to betray confidences.

In my opinion, when an army purchasing agent pays a call on Matt Carter,

that's news.

Now, you were there.

What was the deal?

I'm not at liberty to reveal it.

Oh, so there was a deal.

I didn't say that.

Caltrainer, I'm paying you to run my newspaper.

But if I ever find out that you're withholding news that might be of interest

to the people of this town...

This news I'll print it, not before.

Caltrainer!

You better think it over, and think it over right.

The Durango Kid was waiting for Jim when he got back from Brockway's.

What he wanted Jim to do had to be done quickly.

And Durango knew it wasn't going to be easy to make Jim see it his way.

In time, Brockway could find out the details of Matt Carter's cattle deal.

That information would soon be open to anyone at the army post.

It was up to the Durango Kid to convince Jim Trainer that he could help

Carter...

...the most by printing the story himself.

Especially certain details about the money Mr.

Jason had turned over in...

payment for the cattle.

Oh, good morning, Mr.

Brockaway.

What's good about it?

Well, one thing that's good about it, I got the $68 I owe you.

Well, where did you get $68?

It was easy.

I bet old Red Arnold that I could do that glass trick again.

You mean you tried it again?

Sure, look.

Now I only owe you $65.

Three of them didn't even break.

Well, you clean up that mess.

And Red, go on.

Play a little music.

Will yourself will get around here.

Play music, boys.

Crawl that hole, honey, baby, mine.

Hurt the ducks ate to the drake.

Huh?

Hurt the ducks ate to the drake.

Babe, I hurt the ducks ate to the drake.

Ain't no crawdats in this link, honey, baby, mine.

Sit on the bank till my feet got cold.

Huh?

Sit on the bank till my feet got cold.

Babe, sit on the bank till my feet got cold.

Lookin' down that crawdad hole, honey, baby, mine.

Wake up, Sue, you slept too late.

Huh?

Wake up, Sue, you slept too late.

Babe.

Wake up, Sue, you slept too late.

Crawdad then done passed your gate.

Honey, baby, mine.

What you gonna do when the pond goes dry?

Huh?

What you gonna do when the pond goes dry?

Babe.

What you gonna do when the pond goes dry?

Sit on the bank once crawdats die.

Honey, baby, mine.

Caught a crawdad three foot long.

How long?

Well, I caught a crawdad two foot long.

How long?

Well, I caught a crawdad one inch long.

That's the end of the crawdad song.

Honey, baby, mine.

I like that.

I like that.

Holy smoke ?

Steve. Holy ... Where have you been ?
I am afraid it would happen before you got here.

Afraid what would happen ?
Read that.

that trainer ought to have his for printing information
like that about Mr. Carter

Sail a 500 head of cattle to the Army will enable Matt Carter to go ahead with

his plans for development...

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Read there.

Oh.

Right here?

Yeah.

However, there's no question that Mr.

Carter was a very happy man as he put the $20 ,000 in his safe.

What's wrong with that?

What's wrong with that?

Why, every crook west of Pecos will be after that money.

That's what's wrong with that.

I'll stop worrying, Marshal.

You'll be around to protect it.

Oh, I knew you'd say that.

Ha, ha, ha, ha.

Well, I'm glad you came to see it my way, trainer.

That's good newspaper work.

Is that all?

Yeah, sure, you can go now.

I just want you to know I appreciate a good job.

Say, you know, Trainor's scared a lot easier than I thought he would.

Oh, no, he's just getting smart.

With everybody in town knowing about this,

anybody get very responsible for what's going to happen.

What about Steve Blake?

Supposing he decides to keep an eye on that safe.

Yeah, we'd better get him out of town.

Send for Sleepy Lawson.

What can he do?

Well, Sleepy can take Steve a message.

A message that will take him out to the Carter Ranch tonight.

I wouldn't be too harsh on Jim Trainor.

Maybe he had good reason to print that story.

Well, I never want to see him again.

And when Dad finds out what he's done, there's...

Hold up.

Don't worry, Jim.

Maybe she'll feel differently about it after tonight.

What do you mean?

I think I know why you printed that story.

Are you Steve Blake?

That's right.

I'm from the Carter Ranch.

Matt told me to give you this.

What's the trouble with the ranch?

Some gunslingers are trying to keep them from rounding up the cattle for the

army.

I got winged and committed to see the doc.

Well, you better go see him right away.

I'll hurry out there.

See, does Carter usually print things out like this?

I don't think so.

I've seen him write a very fine hand.

Say, you won't get to the ranch before dark if you don't start right away.

Yeah, you're right.

Come on, Sarge.

Hey, Marshal.

Well, I see you're right on the job.

Yes, sir, eh?

There ain't gonna be no suspicious characters around long as I'm here.

Oh, speaking of suspicious characters, you know,

I think I saw one prowling around the other end of town a while ago.

You did?

I think maybe you better get down there and investigate.

You do?

Uh -huh.

I think you'd better.

Heh.

All right, with the blanks.

Now get over there.

Santi!

Disappointed broccoli.

Speech!

Turn around.

Drop your gun.

So the Durango kid is dead, is he?

Not as dead as you'll be if you try anything.

What's your game, Durango?

To put it into yours.

If you're married this time,

you're gonna have a tough time explaining why you're interested in that color

is safe.

Those taxpayers will be here any minute.

Grab some air, you masked ombre.

I got you red -handed.

Nice work, Marshal.

And don't try any funny tricks.

I got a hair trigger on this smokestack and enough powder in it to blow you to

kingdom come.

After him, boys.

Yeah, after him.

Don't let him get away.

Come on, boys.

Come on.

Come on, boys.

Well, I'll have to get this one.

Come on, boys.

No kidding, boys.

Hurry up.

Have a change.

Get to your horses and after them.

Get to your horses and after them.

Drango gave us a slip.

No one ever saw him again.

Say, do you think he's got the money?

Not unless he knew the combination of that safe.

It's my guess they're trying to trick us with that newspaper story.

Part of the story was true.

Carter's men have already started moving the cattle to Fort Bunch.

Suppose the Army never got delivery on them beeps.

Suppose Chief Bearclaw's Indians raided that herd.

You're all washed up with Chief Bearclaw, you know.

You never got those 100 rifles like you promised, remember?

Yeah,

but the Chief will feel a lot better about it when I hand over 500 head of

prime cattle.

Let's get out of here, Buckshat.

We got to be an Indian country by son of...

We got to get out of here.

Gudahine, Anine, Durango, Gudahine.

Durango followed trail of many cattle to this place.

Two days, many soldiers followed same trail.

Cattle belonged to a soldier.

Buckway tell Bear Claw his cattle.

Buckway talk with two tongues.

Buckway send hundred rifles, he promised.

No, not rifle, send cattle.

Cattle trap for Bear Claw to make war on soldiers.

Brockway no friend to Indians.

Durango friend.

Durango friend to all Indians.

And Durango say to Bear Claw, he must hold wise counsel with his braves.

Make peace with soldiers.

Give them back on cattle.

Der klo espeek at campfire council.

Ah, that's good, boys.

That's good.

You know, I like a good lamp.

Come on, come on.

What's the matter with you?

Where have you been since yesterday?

Fort Bush, and I was lucky to get away from there.

Ace, Chief Bear Claws given you the double cross.

What?

He turned every one of those cattle over to the Army.

If this is your idea of a jumper...

I'm telling you the truth.

You and me are so close to hang, I feel the rope burns on my neck.

Keep talking.

Bear Claws turned good Indian.

Told Colonel Watkins the whole deal about the rifles,

the raids on the trading posts, the wagon trains, everything.

I suppose that's something to smile at.

I was just thinking.

I hit this town with a deck of cards and a hundred dollars.

I did pretty good for myself.

Starting up in a new territory with $20 ,000

figures to be just 200 times easier.

There's still Indians in the West,

and Indians will still do anything for rifles.

And the further West we get,

the less chance the Army will have to mess up our plans.

Buckshat, we've got to get our hands on Carter's $20 ,000

before we leave this town.

Lola, if you'd only let me explain...

There's nothing you can say that would make any difference.

Supposing I were to tell you your father's money hasn't been stolen at all.

I've been carrying it ever since the Durango kid gave it to me.

He told me when the cattle were delivered to return it to you or your father.

Higher, quick!

Pull the blinds.

I want to talk to you two.

I think you know what I'm after.

You're wasting your time, Ace.

There's nothing in this office you could want.

I don't know.

Where's that money?

I don't know.

You don't, huh?

Nobody's gonna leave this office alive until I find out.

You're barking up the wrong tree, Ace.

The Durango kid took that money.

And I've got a pretty good idea that you know what he did with it.

Soften him up.

Oh, please stop!

You're killing him!

I know where the money is.

Voila, don't tell him!

Shut up.

Here.

Come on, buckshot.

Let's clear out of here.

We got it.

Wait a minute, Ace.

You're not going to leave those two here alive, are you?

You take care of them.

All right, Marshal, they're both yours.

Well, at last I've got you, right where I want you.

And as the marshal of this town, I'm...