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Merv.

Where did you get him?

- Now look, Will... - Where?

I found him wandering around the hills.

What, do you think I'm lying?

You know very well that's an Indian pony,

more than likely Apache.

All I know is that I found him

and I'm gonna keep him.

Let go, Will.

You're gonna be awful sorry.

All right.

Get out right now.

Now you'd like that, wouldn't you?

Then the whole place would be yours.

But that ain't what Pa wanted.

I'm staying.

You got no right to even mention his name.

Pa would have lived another 10 years

if he hadn't worried about you.

Look, Will, I...

I'll get you out of it.

But after that, you're through.

I want you off this place right away. You understand?

I'm glad you come for him.

We had a chestnut used to wander away.

Where are the furs he was carrying?

What about it, Merv? The pony carrying furs?

No, I didn't see any, not a one.

That's the truth.

You took the horse. You took the furs.

You lying...

You trying to win all the money in town, Josh?

Yeah.

Well, you know, there's some things

you don't need money for.

Here's to Myra.

May all of her friends with hearts of gold

have purses of gold to match.

You know, right now I'd say

you're about the best friend I've got.

Well, Merv, what have you been doing?

Out behaving myself,

which is more than I can say for some people.

Who is your friend?

Well, I thought all Hellgate knew Josh Randall.

Merv Bascomb... Josh.

Mr. Randall's an old friend of mine.

How old?

Hmm, the two weeks he's been in town.

Well, I was just wondering...

He's got such a big reputation of being a bounty hunter,

I wonder why he is not collecting

the price of that Indian who killed my brother.

Well, I'd be kind of scared

to go out in that Indian territory,

especially for the $500 the marshal's putting up.

Well, now, those Indians aren't hostile.

They killed your brother, didn't they?

Tell you what I'll do:

I'll give you 500 of my own. That'll make 1,000.

If you're asking me to do the job, that's not near enough money.

All right, big mouth,

I'll tell you what...

We'll cut for it.

If I win, you go out and get the Indian for $500.

If you win, I'll add another $1,500 myself.

Cards.

Trey.

When are you gonna leave?

As soon as you come up with the money.

What's the matter? Don't you trust me?

Look, friend, this was your deal, not mine.

As soon as you come up with the $1,500

and put it in the hand of a third party, that's when I'll leave.

- Why, you... - Forget it.

If I write you an IOU for $1,500, will you guarantee it?

Yeah, I guess.

What you'll inherit from your brother

should be worth more than that.

Sure, I'll stand behind the note.

Hey, you really figure

you'll find Charley Red Cloud?

For $2,000 I'm sure gonna try.

Well, for myself,

I figure you're a darn fool

for going up into that country.

Every time you shoe a horse, you take a chance

of getting your brains kicked out.

A man's gotta have his own way of life.

Well, I wouldn't figure too much

on collecting from that Merv Bascomb.

He's always been a four-flusher

and, worse, always will.

Yeah, I heard.

You ever been through Rabbit Ear Pass?

Not lately.

Well, few white men have and ever come back.

Now look, would you do me a favor and...?

All right. Pay me first, $6.

All right, and give me four shoes and some nails.

What for?

These will last more than 500 miles.

I didn't say they wouldn't. All I want is four extra shoes

and some nails to pack in my gear.

I still can't see what you want the extra shoes for.

You know, Benjamin Franklin once said,

"For the want of a nail, they lost a shoe.

For the want of a shoe, they lost a horse.

For the want of a horse, they lost a rider."

That don't make good sense.

Yeah, I know, but the shoes do. Now could I please have them?

All right.

Merv, looking for me?

Well, hello.

I heard you were looking for a job.

If the pay is right.

500.

Who do I have to kill?

Take it easy, Charley.

You want my furs... take 'em.

Your furs are safe, Charley. I want you.

Why me?

I'm taking you in for killing Will Bascomb

a week ago Tuesday. Get up.

I didn't kill Bascomb.

I just got my horse back.

It's got nothing to do with me, friend.

All I'm interested in is taking you in and getting the money.

You a bounty hunter?

Yeah.

Why take me alive? They'd pay for my body.

Call it self-preservation if you want to, Charley.

I know there's a thousand Apache ears out here turned this way, listening.

You're right. And if there are a thousand Apache ears,

there are also a thousand eyes.

Tell me, bounty hunter,

how are you going to get me past them?

I don't know.

But for $2,000 I'm sure gonna think of a way.

Put your hands behind your neck.

Did you see the lawyers?

Better than I thought.

How much did he leave you?

Appraisers say about 10,000 more than I expected...

$32,000.

- Oh. - As I told you,

with you and me, the sky's the limit.

You keep saying that.

Well, I'm telling you.

The only thing that bothers me

is that you sent Randall out to bring in that Indian.

Honey, that's gonna turn out to be

the smartest thing I ever did.

- Figure it out yourself. - What happens

if that Indian tells Randall you did the shooting?

Not a thing.

One, you don't think those Indians

are gonna let Randall bring Charley back here?

He's not stupid. You know, he could make it.

Two,

if... and I do say if...

The bounty hunter should get as far

as Rabbit Ear Pass,

I guarantee he won't get through.

So whatever happens,

Josh Randall and Charley Red Cloud

are dead men.

- Want some of this? - No.

There's a long ride ahead of you.

Maybe not.

You track almost as good as an Indian.

You watch everything, you think.

If I want to get back to a warm bed and some cold beer,

I'm gonna have to think.

Your thinking's pretty good,

- but you missed two things. - Just two?

You think I killed Bascomb and you won't believe

that I wanted to get my horse and my furs.

Listen, Charley, don't waste your breath on me.

I got nothing to do with whether you're innocent or guilty.

Thought you might like to ride out of here alive.

The thought has occurred to me.

Your plan was good, in changing clothes.

Any Apache seeing us would figure I caught you.

But what happens when I don't come back at my regular time?

They'll go to my traplines looking for me.

And they'll find the same hoof-prints

you left to get me to follow you.

Yeah, I thought maybe they would.

That's why I brought along some extra horseshoes.

I'm gonna shoe that pony of yours.

And when your friends start following,

they're gonna follow that horse all over Paddy's half acre.

In the meantime, you and I will be getting

closer and closer to Rabbit Ear Pass.

You're going to turn my horse loose?

Afraid so, Charley. That's the way it's gotta be.

And we'll ride my horse double on in.

So you might as well go and get your pony.

We'll get the work done right now.

When I put this under his tail,

he's gonna be running for a long time.

It's gonna hurt you a lot more than it's gonna hurt me.

Yah!

How about this place right here, huh?

You can see the whole pass from here.

Yeah, it's a cinch. If Randall gets this far alive,

he'll never get out of Apache country.

Come on.

All right, Mr. Randall,

come on.

Oh, you can have him.

All I want is that Indian.

And all I want is that 500.

And don't you forget it.

Whoa.

Well, so far so good.

Even if they catch your horse

and start doubling back after us,

they'll have a hard time reading hoof-prints on this ground.

Let's go.

Both on one horse... Slows you down, eh?

Let's go.

Hey, Merv.

One horse and two riders.

Makes no difference to me.

Now maybe you'll believe I didn't kill Bascomb.

Give me the gun belt.

Someone's trying to keep us from getting back to town.

- Why? - Because they're afraid

of what I can say in the white man's court.

I'm only interested in one thing, and that's getting out of here in one piece.

I want to know one thing from you right now... whose side are you on?

If you die, it won't be alone.

You think you can stay here and roll some rocks down there?

All right.

Want to get your head blown off?

I just wanted to see what was going on down there.

I can see one or both of them crawling off

there, where the rocks are sliding.

All right, that's it.

All right, lay the rifles on the ground.

Take those pistols out real easy.

Lay 'em down.

You'll never make it.

Down the hill.

To start off with, suppose you tell those Indians down there

you're going to town with me because you want to.

I do want to.

I just thought of something.

I wonder who is gonna end up paying a bounty for you.

$1,500.

There you are, Josh.

Now the other $500 is the marshal's worry.

You think you're pretty smart, don't you?

And I'll take this back to Charley Red Cloud.

Probably belonged to him in the first place.