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(drum roll)

(spurs rattle)

(gun fires)

(grand orchestrated music)

(peaceful prairie music)

(horse whinnies)

(gun fires) (horse neighs)

(dramatic, menacing music)

(gun fires) (bullet ricochets)

(gun fires)

(gun fires) (bullet ricochets)

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

(spiraling, calamitous music)

(uneasy music)

(curious music)

(grave music)

(grim orchestrated music)

(uneasy music)

- Do you know who she is?

- We all knew Jenny.

She grew up here.

- Is there someone around to take care of her?

See that she's buried proper?

- You kill her?

- She ambushed me from the rocks.

I didn't know it was a girl.

- If she was in the rocks,

how'd you get them scratches on your cheek?

- Frank'll come to bury Jenny.

Most likely, you'll be buried up on the hill alongside her.

- We'll take care of Jenny 'til Frank gets here.

- This Frank,

would that be Frank Turner?

- That's right.

You a bounty hunter?

- No.

(tense music)

(mournful music)

(scribbling)

- Tariff will be two dollars in advance,

in case you ain't around in the mornin'.

(coin clinks)

It's room number three, right at the top of the stairs.

You won't be bothered with noise and such

seein' as how you're the only guest we got right now.

- Thank you.

- I guess you know what you're doin', mister.

But if I was you, I'd hightail it out of this town

quicker than a coot.

Accommodations ain't that good.

- You believe what I said out there?

- I don't know why else you'd bring Jenny back.

Why was she shootin' at you, mister?

- I've been after her husband for a long time.

Guess she heard.

Do you know him?

- Yeah.

- [Tate] What kind of a man is he?

- A good man.

(mournful music)

(children's lullaby music)

(glass shatters)

(tense, dramatic music)

(foreboding music)

(knocking at door)

- [Clerk] It's me, the clerk.

- Open it.

- I don't know why I take the trouble, mister.

But I brought you a towel in case you want to wash up.

- Thanks.

You serve supper?

- Not here.

There's food in the saloon across the street.

I'll be careful over there if I was you.

Will Rake and Billy Such might want to you up to the light,

see what you're made of inside.

(grave music)

(door closes)

(tense music) (patrons murmur)

- Well.

Who do you think he is, Billy?

- I never seen him before.

- I wonder what he come here for in the first place.

- Don't make a whole lot of difference.

- [Bearded Man] Handles himself like he ain't afraid.

- [Billy] Lot of 'em ain't, 'til the time comes.

- Yeah.

- He'll be a dead man when Frank gets here.

(foreboding music)

- By the looks of his face,

Jenny got her claws in him good 'fore he done it.

We gotta see he gets somethin' special.

- You come here lookin' for Frank.

- [Tate] That's right.

- And Jenny tried to stop you.

- That's my guess.

- [Lead Man] You're not a bounty hunter.

- No.

Are you kin?

- No.

I just love him.

I place you now, you're Tate.

One arm's as good as two.

Now what Frank done was a long time ago.

There was a war, remember?

Or maybe you don't know how it was in the war, gunfighter,

but a man ain't always himself.

You take Frank now for instance,

he's well placed in this town.

He's a good man.

You're not going to take him back.

(tense, menacing music)

- I suppose you've come for supper.

What would you like?

- Lean beef, vegetables, coffee later.

- Is that all?

- That's all.

(grave music)

I didn't ask for dishwater.

- That's all the supper we got.

- Take it away.

- You don't like the food we serve here, try someplace else.

- You know,

Maudeen's a right proud woman.

It grits her craw to have someone

turn his nose up at her fixin's.

Now why don't you make her feel good?

Go on, eat your supper.(dramatic)

Shouldn't a done that.

We all was savin' you for Frank.

But I ain't gonna kill.

I'm just gonna break your good arm.

(grunting) (whacking)

(crashing)

(groaning)

(whacking) (grunting)

(tense music)

- Now I'm gonna say it once more.

The woman left me no choice.

I had to kill her.

Do any of you really know what I want Frank for?

Or why that girl tried to stop me?

- We don't much care, mister.

You can't live in the same town with a man,

work alongside him up there in that sweatbox of a mine

without knowing what he's made of.

Leave him alone, bounty hunter.

There's enough of us to kill you.

- Mr. Tate.

Down in Texas once, Frank Turner saved my life.

I pay my debts.

(dramatic menacing music)

(uneasy music)

- [Tate] Did you win?

- I ain't been beaten, 47 straight!

- Doesn't say much for your opponent.

Where can I find the town minister?

- You goin' back out there?

- I'd like to see the minister.

Where can I find him?

- Reverend Harker'll still be over in the church,

more than likely.

He likes to keep it nice.

You a prayin' man?

- I guess we all are in our way.

- You feel the need of a preacher

before you meet up with Frank, huh?

- I'd like to see that the girl gets a proper buryin'.

- Uh, mister?

Don't say nothin' about me givin' you supper.

Even though it wasn't much to speak of,

I still gotta live in this town.

- No, I won't say anything.

And thank you.

(grave music)

(reverent organ music)

(door closes)

I'm looking for the minister.

- He'll be back soon.

Did you hurt your arm?

- Yes.

- How?

- In the war.

- Will it ever be better?

- Well, I met a doctor once who said it might be.

- You pray, it will be.

My name's Melanie.

What's yours?

- Tate.

- Only Tate?

- Only Tate.

You play a right nice hymn.

- I've been practicing.

- Would you finish it for me?

(organ music)

- Every time I get to this part ...

- Well, let's see.

It used to go like this.

(clumsy organ music)

Well, it's been a long time, Melanie.

- I think I know now, Tate.

(organ music)

See? I done it.

- I did it.

- I mean I did it.

Didn't I?

- You're a quick learner.

Quick as a whippersnapper.

- That's what pa always says.

He'll be back in a few minutes.

He let me practice while he talked to Reverend Harker.

They acted like it was a terrible big secret.

They didn't want me to hear.

It was something about my sister Jenny.

- Your sister?

- Jenny, you know her?

- No.

I never did.

- Goodbye, Tate.

- Goodbye, Melanie.

(organ music)

(door closes)

(dog barks)

- Frank's come.

He's at the hotel.

- Thanks.

You don't owe me that.

- Comes with the price of the room.

(grave music)

(dog barks)

(door opens)

(door opens)

(tense music)

- [Lead Man] It's going to have to be me, gunfighter.

- Why?

Because he saved your life once in Texas?

- Maybe not.

Maybe not only in Texas.

Just say Frank lost his stomach for it at Shiloh,

Antietam, Gettysburg.

- And Kansas with Quant.

- And Kansas.

Fightin' for his flag.

- Why you, Ragan?

- What am I supposed to do?

Just let you shoot him like a dog?

Now you go away, gunfighter.

Go away, it may save you dyin'.

- You're a little over the water for that.

- He was a soldier.

Now war ain't pretty, mister,

but he didn't start it, he didn't ask for it.

Frank don't hold with gunplay, not since the war.

Makes him all sick inside.

That's how come Jenny tried to stop you and he didn't.

But the people in that town out there don't know about that

and they're not going to find it out.

- He had his orders, is that it?

- He did what he had to.

Now why do you keep leaning, gunfighter?

What a man does in the war,

does it have to follow him all the days of his life?

- There has to be human decency, even at war.

- He had his orders!

- Orders to set fire to a man's house?

To burn his wife and child alive in their beds?

Is that what he had to do?

- How many men have you killed, gunfighter?

Did you only do what you had to?

What makes you a preacher?

You have God's ear?

Does he talk to you?

Did he tell you to come here

and take revenge of Frank Turner?

It's been six years!

- There's a burned ragdoll in my room.

It belonged to the little girl who died in that fire

while Frank Turner watched.

The man who's paying me is the girl's father,

paralyzed the past six years from the bullet in his spine,

while he laid on the ground and watched, Ragan.

- I watched it, too, gunfighter.

Frank rode with me and the raiders.

So that man who's payin' you

should be payin' you to bring me in as well.

'Cause I was with him when he done it.

- All right.

Now I know.

Well, I don't want you, killer.

You dream on it.

(grave music)

- Me, gunfighter!

Gunfighter!

(guns fire)

(crashing) (dramatic music)

(grave music)

(children's lullaby music)

(dramatic music)

(mournful music)

- Somebody inside wants to see ya.

(sympathetic music)

- You didn't mean to kill, Jenny.

Did ya, Tate?

- No, Melanie, I didn't.

- I didn't think you done it.

I mean, did it on purpose.

Goodbye, Tate.

- Goodbye, Melanie.

(dramatic orchestrated music)

(grand orchestrated music)