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A Ranger.

Now we get a Ranger.
Let's whup him.

What's the matter
with you two fellas?

Tar and feather him
as a lesson.

Yeah,
tar and feather him.
You with us?

Come on!

Come on.

Someone mind telling me
what happened?

Jim Flood happened.

Flood figured
he was getting cheated
at poker by Ike Hanley.

He shot Hanley
then shot his brothers.

That's when
we needed us a Ranger.

One finally comes along,
he ain't even got brains enough
to be wearing a gun.

Take it easy, Beeker.
- Take it easy?

After Flood
burns my place down
and shoots four men?

Without a lawman,
this town depends
on the Rangers.

Ain't never one around
when you need 'em.

Hey, the fire's
starting up again.

- Hey, get those
water buckets, men!
- Form a line, men!

Mind telling me how I get
to the town of Buckley?

It's about 30 mile due north.

Which way did this Flood go?

Out that way. Northwest.

But I wouldn't go chasing
after him all by my lonesome.

I'm obliged.

Better get out of this town,
though, before they decide
to hang me.

I guess you fellas
are Company "D."
That's right.

Captain Bledsoe
sent me up from Austin.

I'm supposed to go
to work for you.

You Lieutenant Herly?

Mm-hmm. What's your name?

Jones, sir. Seven Jones.

You any kin
to Two Jones?

Yes, sir.
He was my brother.
You knew him?

I knew him.

You remember Jones,
Lieutenant.

I remember, Sergeant.

I'd have been here earlier,
but I've been chasing a fella
by the name of Jim Flood.

You were chasing Flood?

Well, not exactly
chasing him.

Mostly just trying to see
which way he went.

He sort of wrecked a place
called Beeker's Crossing.

What happened?

He burned down the saloon,
shot up the place.

I couldn't pick up
his trail.

He's got a long start.

Hennessey, you'll go after Flood
in the morning. I'll figure out
which men you can take.

You're not going?

No, I've got too much work
to do here.

You take care of Jones.
Get him settled.

How long you been a Ranger?
Just since they
signed me up at Austin.

Don't you believe
in sidearms?

They said you'd issue me
a revolving gun.

Mm. What about
Clancy's old gun?

It'll be deducted from
your first month's pay.

Well, it sure is
a honey.

Well, it's a gun,
not a baby, Seven.

Yes, sir.
And you don't
call sergeants "sir."

You know how to shoot it?

Sort of.
Is there someplace
where I could try it out?

About 10,000 square miles
of nothing out back a ways.

Come on.

Take a shot at
that gong out there.

That's doing it
the hard way.

You some kind of
trick shot or something?

No.

Try the rest
of your shot.

Only safe place
in the whole valley
was that gong.

I'll show you your bunk
and where you can
put your horse.

Soon as you tend to your horse,
maybe Mrs. Karrington
will give you some dinner,

if she's got
any left.
Mrs. Karrington?

Yeah,
that's her house
over there.

She's got the deal
to feed us Rangers.

I could sure use
something to eat.

Put your horse in
the first stall there.

Thank you.

I just got a glimpse
of him when he went by
the house.

Hmm?
I'll bet he's real nice.

Mm-hmm.

Ma?
Hmm?

Do you think--

Do you think
the average person
would like me in this dress?

Mm-hmm.

They told me I might be able
to get something to eat.

The noon meal's
already over.

Who sent you?
That lieutenant?

No, ma'am.
Sergeant Hennessey.

Oh. Well, clear a place
for yourself at the table.

There's some dishes
in the kitchen
and beans in the pot.

It's the door over there.

Hold still.

A cup.

We got plenty of cups.

And two plates.

Well, I think
that looks all right.

I think
it's beautiful.

Did you find
the beans all right?

Uh-huh.

You didn't get any coffee.
I'll get it
for him, Ma.

There you are.
Uh, Mr.--

Jones.
Seven Jones.

I'm Joy Karrington.

Ma, his name
is Seven Jones.

Pleased to
meet you, ma'am.
Sit down.

Go ahead and eat.

I'll get the hot water started,
and you bring the rest of
the dishes, will you, dear?

That's a nice dog.
His name's Apache.

Apache?

Well, it's no funnier name
than you've got.

No, I-- I guess not.
Just wait till you've heard
the rest of it.

You see, my pa wasn't much
for fancy when it came
to giving out names,

so he just named us
by the numbers
and let it go at that.

Plain number's
not much of a name.

That's what my ma said, too,
so we always used to
add something like, uh,

the firstborn was
One for the Money Jones,

the second was
Two for the Show Jones,

and right on up
to me.

My full name is
Seven Ways from Sundown Jones.

Well.

You're new on the Rangers.
Yes, ma'am.

How'd you come
to join?

Well, mostly it was on account
of my older brother, Two Jones.

He got killed
working for the Rangers.

Oh, I'm sorry.

That, uh-- That was a real
pretty dress you were trying on.

It's for the Fultons'
barn raising tonight.
Are you going?

Well, I don't know.
I haven't been asked.

Well, the Fultons will be
real glad to have you.

Well, maybe.

Oh, I'll get you
some pie.

We ain't that hard up
for men, Herly.

That's for me
to say, Sergeant.

You know as well as me
what kind of man Flood is.

I ought to be taking
a whole company
instead of one new man.

Jones has got to
pull his own weight.

You saw how
he handled a gun.

Me and him taking on Jim Flood
would be downright suicide!

You're taking Jones,
Sergeant, and that's that.

Hennessey.

You don't think I like
making that choice, do you?

But I got men scattered
over half of Texas.

I need at least five men
down in the south plateau,

four men covering
the Baker place,

and I can't send
Duncan or Hollis.

Most of those men
are protecting cows.

Is saving a few head
of cattle more important
than a man's life?

He joined up, didn't he?
Let him earn his pay.

He don't seem to know
Flood was in on the killing
of his brother,

but finding out might
make him act even more
foolish than normal.

I'd say he'd be
the last man to send.

Stay, Apache.
You stay here, boy.

Stay.

-

Apache!
-

Apache. There.

There's a good dog.
It's all right.

There. There now.

Well, just maybe
he might not be
the last man to send.

How come you can't handle
a six-shooter?

Us Joneses never had
too much spare cash.

I never could afford
one of them
revolving guns.

When word gets back
in the morning about Flood,

you and me's gonna
take out after him.

Good.

Say, uh, your brother
ever mention anything
about working for Herly?

No. Two wasn't much
for writing.

I'm glad I'm going
with you, Sergeant.

Well, maybe along the way
I can teach you
about using a sidearm.

I'd be obliged to you.

Jones?
You're staying here tonight.
Keep an eye on the office.

Yes, sir.

The first barn raising
I've been to in a year.

Lots of girls
and lots of whiskey.
Both are fun and both are risky.

Hey! Wait for me!

Come on, Shorty. We can't
keep the women waiting.

Yeah, all the good-looking ones
will be picked.

You sure smell pretty,
Shorty.

Yeah, he smells
like he climbed out of a jug
of that fancy flowery water.

Let 'em rip!

Come on! A gal in one hand
and a jug in the other!

Maybe I should take
the duty, Seven.

Wouldn't want you
half asleep
when we take off.

I'm all right.

Hennessey.
Yeah?

You said you knew
my brother.

How'd he come
to get killed?

Well, I don't know
much about it.

Some fracas down
in the Big Bend country.
Yeah, I know that.

If you should get sleepy,
I'll take over.

Thanks.

Oh, hello.
Hello.

You wanna sit down?

I thought you went
to the barn raising.

Oh, oh, we-we did,
but, uh--

Well, Ma wasn't
feeling so well,

so we, uh--
we left early.

Oh.

That's too bad.

They said it was
you and Hennessey
going out after Jim Flood.

That's right.
Sergeant Hennessey and me.

Fr-From the stories
I've heard about him,

Flood must be 20 feet tall.

Don't you worry about that.

Well--

It's just that, uh,
well, Ma and me,

we, uh-- we wouldn't want
to have anything bad happen
to Sergeant Hennessey--

But why should it be
you going with him?

Why not?
I'm a Ranger.

Yes, but you're
so new.

Yes, I am, but the sergeant's
gonna teach me as we go along.

Maybe he'll be able to keep me
from getting killed
for the first day or two.

Well, it's just--

Well, Ma sure thinks
an awful lot of you,

the way you saved
the pup today
and all and--

Well, she liked you
right away...

from the first time
she saw you.

Yeah, well,
I sure like her too.

She's nice, all right.

Look, uh, it isn't
as if it's gonna be
my last night on earth.

I wish you good luck.

Well, report is Flood's
still heading north.

Likely pick up his trail
around Sterling City.

That far up?

He sure gets
a lot of distance
out of a horse.

Doing the impossible's
just everyday living
for Flood.

I'll check us out.
Be right back.

Oh. Fine morning,
Miss Joy.

Yes, sure is fine.

How's your ma
this morning?

Oh, she's much improved
today. Thank you.

She was, uh,
saying how it's...

too bad we didn't
get to know you
longer than just one day.

Well, I--

I'd sure like to be able
to write you a letter sometime,
if I'm gone that long.

You think
it'd be all right?
Oh, I'd like that.

So would Ma.

Oh, uh, I brought you
a little food
to take along.

It's always nice to have
a little extra food.

Oh, it's a cake.

Oh.

It's a real beautiful cake.
It's about the nicest thing
anyone ever did for me.

You take good care
of yourself, Seven.

I'll come back to see you.

Morning, Joy.

Cake.

Hey.

That's two times
out of four...

you hit good
and close today.

You're getting
the hang of it.

Doesn't look like we're ever
gonna catch up with Flood.

Should pull
into Sterling
late today.

Knowing Flood, you figure
he'll still be there?

Knowing Jim?

The only thing a man
can know about what
Jim's gonna do...

is that he'll
darn sure never know.

Kind of full
of surprises, huh?
Yeah.

Nothing, huh?
Nope.

Any other suggestions?

Yeah.
Let's have a drink.

Hello, boys.

Evening, miss.
Uh, Lucinda.

How 'bout a drink?

Couple of whiskeys.

And get whatever
you'd like for yourself.

Thank you.

Joe? Two whiskeys.

Bet this is the only town
in Texas where nobody
ever heard of Jim Flood.

They've heard of him,
all right.

He's been here
and gone.

Left 'em all dizzy
with his blasted charm.

There's not many places left
to look for him around here.

What do you boys do?

A little
of everything.

Well, I heard you're
looking for Jim Flood.

Might be.

What do you want
with him?

That ain't anybody's business
but Jim's and ours.

A man like that
has a lot of enemies.

Jim can take care
of his enemies.

That's true.

You're, uh, not the law.

Do I look it?
You don't.

He does, kinda.

'Cept'n he's young.

His honest looks
come in handy sometimes.

If you're still doubtful,

I don't suppose
a lawman would know
the particular place...

Flood has a burn scar
shaped like an "X."

Yeah, well, um,
how do you know about that?

It was me accidentally
branded him one time--

one time when we was drunk.

Oh.

If, um--

If I do tell you
where he went,

will you give him
a message for me?

Fair enough.

He left day before yesterday.
He's headed north
towards Big Spring.

Will you
tell him that--

that Lucinda loves him
and-and to please come back?

Or to let me know where he is
so I can go to him.

We'll tell him.

I sure wish the best
for you, ma'am.

Oh, no, the--
The drinks are
on the house.

Well, thank you.

You won't forget?

Not a chance.

We're not headed north.
Nope.

How come?

Flood didn't go south
'cause we come up that way.

He didn't go east
'cause there's
nothing out there.

That pretty much
leaves west, the way
we're traveling,

out toward
the Llano Estacado.

What about north,
like the girl said?

Flood never in his life
told a girl...

the right direction
he was going.

You really think
we can make money
off the lake, Mr. Flood?

Sure. After we
stock it with sturgeon,

we can make
a million dollars
selling caviar.

What's that?
Well, it's a fancy food.

The crowned heads
of Europe swear by it.

"Crowned heads"?

You know, kings and queens,
lords and ladies.

Czars and czarinas.

Them people sure must have
a great time of it, mister.

Most of them
would like to change places
with us right now.

They would?
You betcha.

Taking life easy is one
of the delights of the world.

Guess so.

Gee, that sure is
a mighty pretty
folding knife.

You like the idea
of us stocking the lake
with sturgeons?

Sure do. I'd like to go
partners with you anytime.

Well, just maybe we'll
do her one of these days.

I've been living right over
there in part of this canyon
my whole life,

and nobody ever had
that idea before.

They're just farmers.

Well, farming's fine
if you like it.

Me, I'd rather do something
I like and go bust...

than succeed
at doing something dull.

Yeah. Makes you feel like, uh--

That life has
a kind of magic in it.
Yeah.

Say, would you, um,

take another look
at the flats
behind us there?

Sure.

Still don't see nothin'.

Out toward the peaks,
way back. Look high.

Yeah. There's a speck
of dust way out there.

Hmm. People sure can be
a nuisance sometimes.

You in a spot?
What, me?

They're gonna be
in trouble if they
don't quit following me.

You might
tell 'em that.
All right.

I'll sure tell 'em.

On stocking the lake.

We just might do her
one of these days.

- Mr. Flood?
- Yeah?

You forgot
your folding knife.

That's much too nice a knife
for a fellow like me
to be careless with it.

You better
take care of it for me.

Gee, thanks.

So long, Jody.

Good-bye, Mr. Flood.

Seven!

Flood?
No doubt about it.

Smoked these
ever since he was a kid.

'Bout a day ahead,
I'd say.

You seem to know him
real good.

Nobody knows Jim Flood
real good.

But when we was young fellas,
we did spend some time together.

That so?
Yeah.

Yeah.

He could always beat
us others at anything--

cards, women, guns.

Never even seemed to try hard.

How come he wound up an outlaw?

Well, some people say
he just never grew up.

To him, this world
was kind of a circus...

and Fourth of July celebration
all rolled into one.

That's why he was trouble,
people say.

And it's also why
they usually loved him...

at first sight.

You seem to think
a fair amount of him too.

Yeah, in a way.

When you see
the kind of a fella he is,

you gotta forgive him
a lot of things.

It's not for us to judge him
one way or the other.

Now I want you
to remember that.

I'll remember.

One thing I know
for sure about him.

Yeah?
He seems to just
loaf along...

and rides about
a thousand miles a day.

Sooner or later,
we'll come up with him.

Hey.

You see a stranger
around here lately?

Not for six or eight months.

You been making these
horse tracks and munching
that grass there yourself?

He said for you
not to follow him no more.

Don't suppose you know
which way he went.

Didn't rightly notice,
mister.

See what I mean
about Flood?

Stay down.

Oh.

I should've known.
It was going too easy.

Hennessey.

Remember what I told ya.

It ain't up to us
to judge Flood.

I'm giving you an order.

You head right back
for Texas.

Promise me you won't
go after him yourself.

I'm not going
anywhere by myself.
You're gonna be all right.

Promise me.

You sure are stubborn.

Where's my hat?

You one of those two fellas
been trailing me?

That's right.

If you're gonna shoot,
I'd wish you'd
get it over with.

The suspense is awful.

Hold it.

That's the last one.
You want it?

You're a pretty good shot.

It's a pretty bad hole.

Doesn't look
too bad to me.
Oh?

What are
our plans now?

I'm taking you back to Texas.
I imagine they'll hang you.

Oh.

In the meantime,
would you be good enough
to toss me my hat?

Get it yourself.

Looks like
you'll have to carry me
all the way to Texas.

That won't stop me.

Can't get far.

I tell ya,
I'm bleeding to death.

All right.
We'll stay right here
till that bleeding stops.

Sit down.
There's a better place
close by.

Where?
Cabin of mine.

Let's go.

Well, after all,
I did get shot.

That cabin of mine is just
a short way up ahead.

I'm telling you this
because I'm just about
to pass out.

You pass out and I'll
let you lay here and die.

This is
kind of embarrassing.

I got any blood left?

I don't know.

You cutting me open
to see?

I've got to probe
for that bullet.

Way you look right now, you're
more likely to stab me to death.

Why don't you shut up.

That was...

real nice of you not to
leave me out there to die
after all.

Well, I should have
after what you did
to Hennessey.

Hennessey?

Sergeant Hennessey,
Texas Rangers.

Man you shot
back there.

I'm sorry.

You're sorry?

Who cares how you feel?

What's your name?

Jones.

Jones...

you're a nice,
likable young fella.

You look real close,
you'll see a small scar...

right at the top
of my forehead.

Comanche put it there
when he started to scalp me...

15 years ago.

It was Hennessey
who stopped him.

Now let's not
bring Hennessey up again.

Still here.

Mm-hmm.

Couple pieces of beef,
and I'll feel good as new.
How 'bout you?

I'm fine.

There's food aplenty
out there in the pantry.

I found it.
Oh.

There's a lean-to out back
for the horses.

Feed's out there too.
I found it.

I found that too.

That's the only piece
of artillery in the place.

If you'd asked me
where it was,
I'd have told you.

I'll bet.

Well, I might as well
get a fire started.

I'll go feed the horses.
You know how to cook?

All the chefs in New Orleans
slink away in shame...

when my name
is mentioned.

Yeah.

Steak and beans
for supper.

Well.

Now, this six-gun
has what you might call
a hair trigger.

Don't put that fork
down too heavy.

It might go off.

They're sure teaching
you young Rangers
to be cautious nowadays.

Let me have your plate.

I noticed some rat poison
in the pantry.

Jones!

Your cutting knife.

Is it all right
if we eat now?

Yeah.

You're an incessant talker,
aren't you?

I talk when there's
something to say.

Tell me something.

Why did they send
an inexperienced young fella
like you after me?

It's kind of insulting.

Nothing personal, of course.

I've got you, haven't I?

Well, in a way, yes.

But the only reason I haven't
killed you is because you're
a friend of Hennessey's,

and you're a likable
young fellow.

There's some pickles
in the pantry.
I'll get them.

Think pretty high
of yourself, don't you?

Kill me. Ha.

You see what I mean?

When you were watching me
through the window there,

you didn't watch
long enough.

Well, from now on,
I'll be more careful.

I should hope so.

You a gambling man?

Sometimes.

Want to play
a little stud or draw?

I've got a hunch
you ain't honest.

Well.

Let's just say
I'm not easy to beat.

- What should we play for?
- Fun?

All right. Money.
Pennies.

You sure are a plunger.

Look, I only make
$26 a month.

I'll get some beans.
Each bean will be
worth one penny.

Well, I guess it's better
than playing solitaire.

Call.

Jacks.
Three of them.

Beats two pair.

How much is that
altogether?

Let's see.
Now, that makes, uh, $62.

Better than two months' wages
gone in one night.

You're gonna have to
wait a while to get paid.

Thing to do
is try to win it back.

No. We're leaving here
first thing in the morning.
It's time to get some sleep.

You figured out
how to do that?

Yeah. You're sleeping
in the pantry.

There's room
on the floor.
Hmm.

I suspected as much.

Night.

- Say, Flood.
- Yeah?

I've been thinking about
you not hitting me
with that poker.

You miss me on purpose?

That's a stupid question,
Jones.

Yeah, well, the thing is,
I, uh-- Well--

You trying to
thank me, kid?

No, I'm not.

Don't call me "kid" either.
My name's Seven.

What?

Seven Ways
from Sundown Jones.

Oh.

Well, we all have
a cross to bear.

Night.

I wish you weren't so set
on going all the way back
to Texas.

I kind of like it here.

Well, that's where
we're goin'.

You're an easy cuss
to get along with.

I sort of hate to hurt you,
so I'll go along a ways.

But I'm not going to jail
in Buckley.

Let's make that clear,
hmm?

I'll take two.

Twenty cents.

I'll call it.

Three jacks.

Straight.

You sure
you're not cheating?

All right.
I'm gonna teach you
something, Seven.

See the back
of that card?

You using a marked deck?

I still don't feel like
going back to Texas.

Just the same, come daylight,
you better be ready to ride.

Can't beat you young fellas
for optimism.

Seems to me I oughta
have a strong vote
in what we do just now.

Hennessey said
you was full of tricks.

Yeah.

So I took the trouble
to unload that six-gun.

You know, I'm beginning
to think that you and me
oughta be partners.

Game's over.
Yeah.

You, uh, owe me $86.

Turn around.
I'm gonna tie you up.

Fine.

Lie down.

Thought maybe
I busted your head.

Speaking of heads,

you got the hardest one
I ever saw.

Last fellow
I walloped like that
was out for three hours.

I was out long enough.
You could have shot me.

This rope
is kinda tight.

How long you figurin' on
keeping me tied up?

All the way back to Texas.

You sure you wouldn't
rather go to California
instead of Texas?

Texas.

The least you can do
is let me choose my route.

There's a couple of girls
I'd kind of like to see
along the way.

This is not exactly
a sightseeing trip.

It's a long way.
Least we can do
is enjoy it.

Say, Seven, I don't know
whether you know it or not,

but I think we might be
in a little trouble.

What kind of trouble?

Apaches, I suspect.

We've been traveling
on some of their sacred ground.

I know it might seem foolish
from your point of view,

but I'd suggest
that you untie me
and give me my gun.

If they are Apaches,
you're still gonna
stay tied.

I'd suggest strongly
that you give me something
to shoot with.

You got any other
suggestions?

Yeah. Come on.

We got some other visitors
over here.

How are you gonna
fight 'em off from
both sides at once?

I don't know,
but it's a lot better
than having to fight you too.

I thought Indians always
did a lot of hollering.

They do that mainly
when they're trying to
build up their nerve.

They don't think they got
any particular problem here.

You keep watching
that side.

Uh-oh. Looks like
they're plannin' on
joining the merriment.

Well, we're not
waiting for that.

Get on your horse.

I'd argue with you,
only it's better than
waiting around here all day.

Of all the lousy,
rotten luck--

a single shot.

Where'd you get
that rifle?

Look at them run.

I guess they decided
to do something easy
like attack an army fort...

rather than tangle
with you and me.

You know, if you had
untied my hands,

they might have thought
they were surrounded.

Let's get out of here.

Cigar?

No, thanks.

You know, I think
if I had to face life
without cigars,

whiskey, women,
steak and cards,

I'd much rather
they take me out,
string me up.

There's
an unpleasant thought--
getting hung.

The word is "hanged."

Which is what ain't
gonna happen to me.

I've been shot 11 times,
broke out of more jails
than you can count,

had a rope
around my neck twice,
so...

don't worry about me.

I won't.

I'm still trying to figure out
how they sent just you
and Hennessey after me.

Your boss got something
against you?

Heck no.
Herly's just short of men.

Herly?

That's just like the Rangers.
They're always short
of something--

men, money or brains.

You know, Jones,
you could have a lot more fun
if you'd quit the Rangers,

join up with me.

I've got
a kind of calling.

One of my brothers
was killed
with the Rangers.

Oh.

That's a darn shame.

Last spring,
down the Big Bend country.

Last spring?

Yep. April.

Your brother, he, uh--
He look anything like you?

I guess so.
Taller maybe.

I kind of liked old Two.

Seems to me I heard something
about that scrap.

Way I heard it,
that Ranger wouldn't
have gotten shot...

if another Ranger
hadn't ducked out on him.

How do you mean?
Well, the way I heard it,
another lawman...

was supposed to be
covering for him,

but he hid behind a rock,
never showed himself.

Seems to me
it was the Ranger's fault.

What else do you know
about it?

Nothing.

Nothing at all.
Just picked that story up
in El Paso.

In any case, I sure am sorry
about your brother.

I'm gonna get some sleep.

Well, what'll it be,
Sterling or Hobbs?

I don't want to go
into a town where there'll
be a lot of fuss.

Just want to
pick up some supplies
and wire the Rangers.

Then my suggestion
would be to head on over
towards Sterling.

I thought it would be.

I met your girl Lucinda
the other day.

Everyone in town
kinda likes you.

Well, I guess
it'll have to be Hobbs then.

You think we can get
our supplies without a mob
coming out to lynch you?

We might even stop off
for a quiet drink or two.

Now that you've
wired the Rangers,
and before we go shopping,

you suppose we could have
that quiet drink?

I guess one drink
wouldn't hurt.

Ah, howdy, Jim.

- Look who's here.
-

And it was your suggestion
we go to Sterling, huh?

It was your decision
to come to Hobbs, Jones.

Say, how in blazes
did you get tied up?

Well, let's untie him.
Hold it!

Jim!

Who tied you up?
Meet Seven Jones, Gilda.

Maybe we oughta drop
this Jones down a well.

Oh, no, no, Sam.
Don't tangle with him.
He's tougher than he looks.

We ain't gonna let him
take you away. Right?

Right!

Whoa now, everybody!
We don't want to get
each other banged up.

I'm sure Mr. Jones
wouldn't mind if we all
had a sociable drink.

You give me your word
you won't try to get away?

You think my word's
any good?

Yeah, I do.
You got it.

All right.
You sure are
a trusting soul.

First drinks
are on the house!
Come on, boys.

Sit down here, Jim.

Make yourself
at home, Jones.
You're among friends.

There you are, Jim.
Ah, the good stuff.
Good boy.

Well, fill us in
on what you been doing, Jim.

Well, staying sober
mostly.

Keepin' out of trouble.

What do we drink to?

Let's drink
to Seven Jones.

The only man I ever hit
who didn't stay down.

To Seven Jones.

If Seven here would be willin'
to turn his back long enough
for us to cut those ropes,

between all of us here,
we'd give him enough money
to retire.

What I've been wondering,
Flood,

is what is it
you ever did for this town.

He's just him, that's all.

Town comes to life
when he's here.

You know, he's--
he's what every man would
like to be but never is.

Nobody
will ever tame him.

What's more,
he's never gone on
a rampage in this town,

which is, uh,
sort of a help.

How are you, Jim?

Maybe you ladies would like
to rejoin us later, hmm?

Sure.

You fellas got something
on your mind?

Word come
that Flood was here.

Flood is worth $6,000,
dead or alive.

Word also came
that he was tied up.

Or you two bounty hunters
would be runnin' like rabbits.

Pay no heed, Dick.

You're a Texas Ranger,
young fella,

on New Mexico soil.

You know the law?

No.
But he upholds it
anyhow.

We got us duly constituted
authority here. You ain't.

You gotta
turn him over to us.

We'll guarantee
he won't get away.

I don't like
your looks, mister.
Sorry.

Maybe we'll have to
shoot you too, kid.

Of course, we'd be
willing to make a deal
about the reward money.

That's about far enough.

I got a gun aimed right
at your belt buckle.

He's bluffin'.

I reckon.

He's defendin' Flood,
which means he's goin'
against the law.

Get him!

Put it on the bar.

Now finish
that quiet drink
of yours.

Why don't you just shoot him
and let's get on with the party?

Let's get out of here.

You got any idea
about following us,
forget it.

I'll untie Flood
and give him a gun.

That was an interesting break
in the monotony last night.

If you only had the sense
to take my advice,
we'd still be there.

Little girl
who kept eyeing you
was kinda pretty.

There's one I like better
back in Buckley.

No reason
not to like 'em all.

Maybe if I get to stay
in Buckley long enough,
I'll meet her.

See if I approve.

You'll have plenty of time.

Nope. You keep forgettin'.

I said
I'm not going to jail.

You know, we never did
get those supplies.

All we need
is some meat and flour
and some horseshoe nails.

We can make do.
What about cigars?

Well, there's a tragedy
I can't even stand
thinkin' about.

Problem is, we're headed
toward the Pecos country
over towards Devil's River.

Not many towns there
I'm on friendly terms with.

I'm glad to hear that.

You know, Jonesy,
you looked brave as a lion,

holding off
them bounty hunters.

Maybe we can get
the supplies we need
from them.

I'd give my right arm
for a cigar.

Ho.

Ho.

Afternoon.
- What do you want?

We need some supplies,
if you'd let us have 'em.

Like what?

Hey, that's Jim Flood!

Sure it is.
I seen him in El Paso.

I'm taking him in.

We don't want any trouble,
just some supplies.

That's the man
Jake Hanley and his bunch
was lookin' for,

and he'll pay plenty
to lay his hands on him.

I said
I'm takin' him in.

Sure, son.

Hanley'd pay
half a year's wages
for him.

And he's tied up.
Shut up.

This man's the law,
and we ain't going
against the law.

Now that we've
got that settled,

what we need
is flour and beans...

and horseshoe nails
if you could spare them.

Get him some, Joe.

- Hah! Hah!

Get out of here!
Hah! Hah!

Hey, look at this!

Seven, when I
pass on to glory,

my one wish will be
to go with a pocket
full of cigars.

Where I'm going,
there'll be no problem
lighting them.

Hey.

Who is that Jake Hanley
they were talking about?
Hanley?

Him and his friends
are undoubtedly the meanest
bunch of gunslingers...

in the entire Southwest.

And you, a Ranger,
never heard of him?

What's he got against you?
All sorts of things
too numerous to mention.

Had a dispute
with some of his brothers
one time, for instance.

They the same Hanleys
you shot back
at Beeker's Crossing?

Yeah.
No wonder
he's out to get you.

They're just one,
big, mean family,

and Jake's
the last of 'em.

We may as well
help ourselves
to the stuff we need.

That's the way
I like to hear you talk.

You'd make a fair-to-middlin'
badman if you ever gave
yourself half the chance.

Do you, um,
ever think about it?

About what?
Bein' an outlaw.

Havin' the sheer pleasure
of throwin' in with me.

Together we could pick up
the entire Southwest and
shake it like a pair of dice,

come up with
a lucky seven every time.

Nope. Never thought
about it.

Well, think about it.

Ah.

Hey, look at this.

Some bacon.

Those peaks are startin'
to look familiar.

We oughta be in Buckley
about tomorrow night, I'd say.

If we make it
to Buckley.

Huh?

Look, Seven, if we run
into that Hanley bunch,

don't try too hard
to hold on to me.

Hanley?
Yeah.

Let him take me,
Seven.
Uh-uh.

No use of us both
gettin' killed.
Get out of the way.

I'm not standing by
and let you get shot.

You're my prisoner.

Don't do it.

Let's not have a big fracas.
I'll just go along
with you fellows.

Good.

Nobody's taking him,
Hanley.

Better get out
of here, kid.

Hey, Jonesy.

Thanks.

Buckley, hmm?
Yep.

You made it, Seven.

Now I'd kinda like
to get out of here
without hurtin' you.

Don't worry about it.

It's Flood!

That's Flood.

He's all by himself.

Get down.

Lieutenant,
this here's Jim Flood.

Lieutenant, seems to me
we met someplace.

Fogarty,
lock him up.

I'll see you later,
Seven.

All right, Jones.

Jones.
Yes, sir?

Write up a report.
I want details on Hennessey
and bringing in Flood.

Give it to me
in the morning.

Here, I'll take 'em,
Seven.

Boy, that sure was somethin',
bringin' in Jim Flood.

Yeah.

Seven!

Hello.

You look tired.

I am a little.

Can I fix you
some coffee?

I'd like that.

Let's see now.
After I left
Beeker's Crossing--

All right, Fred,
you've got your story.
That's enough for tonight.

You shouldn't have thrown
that newspaper fella out.

I could have
held him spellbound
for another hour or so.

But then doubtless,
you wanted to have a word
with me in private, huh?

I got nothing
to say to you.

The service here
is deplorable.

You save hanging money
by letting your prisoners
starve?

Supper will be brought.

If only I had
a better memory.

I'm sure I've seen
that distinguished face
of yours.

Yeah.

Yeah, it's coming to me now
a little more clear.

It happened last year.

Had something to do
with a loop...

or a curve or a twist.

Yeah.

That's it. A bend. That's it!
The Big Bend country.

Seems to me
the fella you remind me of
was sittin' behind a rock.

You spend much time
sittin' behind rocks,
Lieutenant?

Talk like that
can get you hurt.

In case you hadn't
thought of it, Lieutenant,
it can also getyouhurt.

I doubt if anyone's
gonna be fonder of you
when they find out...

that you deserted a Ranger
named Two Jones last year,
let him get killed.

Killed by you.

My guess is that you
sent Seven after me
hoping I'd kill him too.

With Seven Jones out of the way,
you could forget
the whole Jones family,

maybe even forget
what a coward you are.

Nobody'd ever believe you,
telling a story like that.

No? The only way to find out
is to tell it.

You're gonna be at the end
of a rope one way or the other.
What are you after?

Sometimes I just get
a calling to even things out
for a friend.

You're dead set
on pushing your luck,
aren't you?

That's right.

I'm gonna let you
out of here.

Well, that's sure
neighborly of you.

You got a reputation
for breaking jail.

You're gonna try
a break now.

I don't know.
That doesn't seem
quite honest.

Step out of the cell.

Lieutenant, before you shoot,
you mind if I have
another puff or two?

Well,
I better get started
with the dishes.

It was a good meal.

I doubt if even Flood
could have done better
than that.

Flood.

I'd like to know
more about him.
You seem to like him.

He's kind of a hard man
to tell about.

I wish you'd try.

Well, seems
almost impossible
to explain,

but... I'd trust him
more than any man I know...

with anything I had,

and at the same time,
know he might turn on me
any minute.

What is it makes you feel
that way about him?

Flood is... whatever man
kinda wants to be, I guess.

Wild and free as a bird.

As free as the hawk
that tried to kill my puppy?

Well, I don't think
you understand what I--

Free enough
to kill Hennessey?

He's escaped!
He killed Herly!

Yahoo!

See you later, Seven!

Get the doctor.

She'll be fine.

Shock's what does it
when you're hit like that.

I don't suppose you'd have
a cup of hot coffee,
would you, Mary?

Why, certainly.
In the kitchen.
I'll get it for you.

You oughta get some sleep.

Flood!

Took me a little while
to shake the Rangers.

I figured it'd take you
about this long.

Gonna do you
a big favor.
What's that?

Gonna give you one last chance
to come along with me.

You know, Seven,
you and I hit it off
like nobody's business.

That's right. We did.

Well, come on then.
We'll have us a great time.

No.

I've got to stop you,
Flood.

You don't think you're gonna
put me in that jail again?

I'm gonna try.

What's bothering you?
You're awful serious.

You remember firing
a shot near this house
when you rode out of town?

Yeah.
Well, you hit a girl.

A girl you never
even knew.

You could have
killed her.

Oh, I'm sorry.

You still
could have killed her.

A man just can't do
the things you do.

Look, Seven, we can do things
that nobody's ever dreamed of.

Come on.
No.

You know as well as I do
that you can't stop me.

I'll do my best.
Why?

Because of Hennessey,
that girl, all the others.

It's not enough
just to be sorry, Flood.

For all I know,
the man who killed my brother
might have been sorry.

But it didn't help.

Yeah.

Well, so long, Seven.

I've got to
stop you, Jim.

Turn around.

When I first met you,
you were pretty clumsy.

You've been improving.

I never knew you
to be so slow.

I didn't expect you
to miss like that.

At the last minute there,
I remembered you owed me $86.

Couldn't stand to lose
that gambling debt.

Yeah.