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Vic!

Alright, ready?

Who is he?

Just a stranger riding into town. He never knew what hit him.

Sheriff Wilkes... Somebody!

THE SPURS

Right peaceful funeral, Mr. Sims.

Seeing as there were no mourners, it came off terrible.

Mornin'. What can I do for you, mister?

My name's Randall. I'm looking for a man.

- Aren't we all? - This one's close.

We'd better go in and sit down.

Sit down.

How about this fella you're after?

I lost him in the mountains.

- How long back? - Two days.

He killed a kid up in Green River.

A kid! Is it something personal?

No. The kid didn't have a gun. Nobody up there wanted to bother.

- I did. - You saw it happen...

No, I got there later. But the description they gave me

was the same man who robbed that Butterfield depot in Yuma.

Also the man who robbed a bank up in the Dakotas.

What's he look like? He oughta be worth something.

He is.

$2500.

Like I said, I've never seen him.

I heard him once.

Got a description, I know what kind of horse he's on. He's gotta stop here

for food.

You haven't said anything yet. You don't sound too anxious

to share the reward.

These all the flyers you got?

I just take care of my own territory.

Maybe that's why he came this far west... Nobody knows him.

Let's stop playing cat and mouse.

The reward's no good if he kills you. Maybe I can help you.

He's riding a dapple grey with McClellan saddle.

His name's Vic Warsaw.

Warsaw!

Take a look.

Go on, open it up.

"Receipt for one horse, $25, to Vic Warsaw."

"Victor Warsaw, discharged from the US cavalry."

"Released from Kansas City State penitentiary, August 19."

Fits your man to a tee.

Where is he?

With luck, we might sell some of this junk, to pay for taking care of him.

Where is he?

We buried him this morning.

A young lady named Lucy Fremont shot him dead last night.

He was trying to molest her.

Where's his horse?

Outside.

It looks like you lost your bet.

If you hadn't come by here, nobody'd know he was worth a plug nickel.

Sam, mind the store. I'm off to Cedar to get the US marshal.

- US marshal! - Guess who that fellow was.

The one Miss Lucy shot.

Wanted in 3 states. $2500 bounty on him.

- How do you know? - Tell him, mister.

How you missed your bounty by 12 hours.

All that money for Miss Lucy!

That's his horse?

I'll be back with the marshal and the money.

Sam, not a word to anybody, you hear?

I won't, Sheriff.

If I don't see you again,

thanks for the information.

Those things you have in there... is that all he had on?

For a fella who stole as much as he did, he didn't end up with much.

Two silver dollars and an old watch.

- Take care of things, Sam. - Sure, Sheriff.

$2500 for Miss Lucy.

What d'you think of that?

It's true as the gospel! I just heard about it a minute ago.

The Sheriff's on his way to get the US marshal.

Lord in heaven! All that money for Miss Lucy!

That's him, Mr. Sims.

The fella that brought the news.

Not so good at keeping secrets, are you?

You kinda got in town a mite late.

Strikes you as kinda funny?

They say, "The meek shall inherit the earth."

This woman who did the shooting. Who was she?

Miss Lucy? I'd say she's as poor as a church mouse.

Until 10 minutes ago.

And as pretty as a picture. She's a seamstress.

She sews for about everybody in town. Even a shroud when I need one.

Why does she carry a gun?

Compliments of Sheriff Wilkes.

Seems she was accosted once before. Sheriff told her to protect herself.

He gave her a Derringer.

She should be careful not to marry the first man who comes along.

If you're saying she needs someone eligible, I agree with you.

I certainly do agree with you.

Well, the money's not here yet.

What're you saying?

This man you buried, all he had was in that package?

Are you implying that I took something?

I'm just asking a question.

What you saw was all that man owned,

except for his horse and his saddle and what we buried with him.

And what was that?

We sponged off his clothes.

Shirt, pants, coat, socks.

- Socks had holes in 'em. - Nothing else?

Sure as I'm standing here.

Then you didn't bury Vic Warsaw.

Wait a minute. What are you talking about?

And it's coming for you, Miss Lucy. All that money!

I can't believe it, I honestly can't!

That's the man, Miss Lucy.

That's the man.

My name is Josh Randall. Could I speak to you for a moment?

Certainly. Come in.

Take care of yourself.

Don't say anything that's not true.

What's not true?

He says we buried the wrong man,

that you didn't shoot Warsaw.

Sit down.

What proof do you have that it wasn't Warsaw?

We got his papers and you identified his horse and his saddle.

I'm asking you a question.

I believe I was talking to the lady.

- Now look here... - It's alright, Mr. Sims.

This is my house, Mr. Randall.

Sorry, but this man you shot last night,

what did he look like?

I don't know, it was dark.

You must have got a look at him.

But I tell you, it was dark.

Why wouldn't it be Warsaw?

I'd rather not say. That would put the lady in jeopardy.

You're very kind.

I'll speak to the sheriff in the morning.

Mr. Randall?

Who do you think this man was or is?

I don't know.

You'd better come up with a good story, that's all I can say.

Good day, Miss Lucy. You have my sympathies.

You're a very handsome woman

and brave, I must say that.

Thank you, Mr. Randall.

Thank you kindly.

Goodbye.

Say something.

How did this thing go wrong?

How did he figure you're still alive?

Don't worry. The sheriff won't be back until morning.

We still have 12 hours.

Now who are they gonna believe?

You or a dead man?

Quiet, isn't it?

You sure started something.

I'm just waiting for the Sheriff.

That ain't the reason.

If this Warsaw ain't dead, why aren't you trailing him?

I figure he never left town.

You just answered your question about things being so quiet.

Nobody else does either.

We don't know if you're right.

But we ain't a town that hankers with gunmen.

If there's one in Lordsville, we stay in our houses until he gets shot.

Now I'm going home, too.

What's up, Roy?

I'm closing up.

D'you see any business? The bar is closed.

I was just over to Miss Lucy's to see if everything was alright.

- She asked me to give you this. - Much obliged.

She just says she's not angry.

He's sure acting high and mighty around here!

What are you so sore about, Sam?

Let's get outta here.

Let them kill each other, what do I care?

Vic!

Good evening, you look a little surprised.

What are you talking about?

I missed your friend but I think he'll be back.

I ought to call for help.

That was a convincing letter, lady, but you shouldn't have called me Vic.

You think I did this for the money?

Well, it's not true.

- It was either your life or mine. - I didn't argue with that.

Now listen to me. You had Vic crowded.

He had to get you off his back so he came here to Lordsville.

He knew he could force me to help him.

- You're breaking my heart. - You're unfair!

I haven't been free of Vic Warsaw since I first got involved with him.

I tried to get free, I've lied, I've run away from him.

But he always finds me.

Don't toy with me, Mr. Randall.

If I have to go to jail, at least I did it to save my life.

You're a man. You can use a gun.

I'm a woman.

Nice speech.

I'm sure the judge'll like it.

Tell me... did you shoot the man they buried this morning?

No, Vic shot him.

He counted on you being fooled and giving up the chase.

Why weren't you fooled?

Stick to your story.

I've said all there is to say.

If you knew Vic was in town. Why did you come here now?

I figured if you were mixed up in it, he'd be back.

You shouldn't stay here and take a chance of getting killed.

I liked you from the first moment I saw you.

Perhaps it's forward of me to say,

but you're the kind of man I always hoped would come along.

You and I could have quite a life together.

Like I said before, you're a handsome woman.

I'll take you to him. I know where he is.

Let's get started.

He said he'd hide in the dress shop if anything went wrong.

I was to contact him there.

You were waiting for him at home.

He could have changed his mind.

He could be anywhere in town.

He could.

But he won't fire at you while I'm by your side.

When I see him, I'll nod and you gun him down quick.

Don't give him a chance to shoot.

You and I make a real nice pair.

It's alright.

Come on.

What is it?

Nothing. You're leading, ma'am.

There he is.

Warsaw, drop the gun!

Vic!

For what it's worth,

I wouldn't have had to kill him if you hadn't set me up.

I picked the wrong man, didn't I?

Maybe you and I could have had a life together.

We might have met somewhere

if you'd actually killed him. - How did you know I hadn't?

You forgot these.

Or maybe you both figured they buried men with their spurs on.

Got your money for you.

Very handsome woman.

A man could have a good life with her.

Yeah... if he lived that long.

See you now, hear?

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