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(boots clicking)

(gun firing)

(suspenseful music)

(slow music)

- Howdy.

Ms. Arriaga?

Carmela's easier.

You're pretty.

- My father's waiting for me, I wish to go.

- Are you made of glass, huh.

If you smile at a man, will your face break?

Huh?

- Pig.

(speaking Spanish)

- Hey, Mr. Arriaga, I didn't mean any harm.

I didn't mean any harm.

(screaming)

(crow crowing)

(horse whinnying)

- Now go.

A pig for a son and a pig for a father.

- You got a right to the woods.

- Where did you learn I have rights?

Did you find them looking down this gun?

(dramatic music)

- Arriaga.

- [Arriaga] Go away.

- Sure you want me to?

- Who are you?

- Killing a man is fast.

Be sorry long slow time.

- I have time.

You are the gunfighter, huh?

- You Barton?

Any questions.

(dramatic music)

(gentle guitar music)

Thank you.

- I will prepare your room.

- You will sleep in the barn.

- With the rest of the animals?

- You will be paid the balance

when you kill Clay Barton.

- I don't hire out to kill.

- What if my name's Smith

instead of Arriaga?

- No difference.

- I don't believe you.

Keep the money I have already paid you

for your trouble.

I make a mistake in hiring a gringo.

I will pay for it.

- Clay Barton will be turned over to the law.

I do no more for any man who hired me.

- Yes, take it to the marshal.

He knows his own kind.

Together they can laugh over what was done

to Manuel Arriaga's daughter.

You laugh, too.

This is a joke.

Pro to joy!

- You're so full of hate, you can't see beyond it.

All men aren't alike.

- You know where the barn is.

In the morning get off my ranch.

- I pay what I owe to any man.

Tomorrow I will wind up my debt to you.

(dramatic music)

- You are the gunfighter.

Get out of town.

- Why, I'm not a Mexican.

- Arriaga, he talks up a storm

and gets stiff listening to himself.

Sometimes a man can find what he's looking for

when it's not even there.

- He tells a different story.

- So a hundred years ago some fool pushed him around.

I'm not interested in his story nor in yours.

Gunfighters ain't wanted in this town.

- Is there a law?

- I could get one passed.

- First there's another law that warrants looking after.

The one to take care of what happened

to the Arriaga girl.

- Clay Barton should have got his a while back.

No one's excusing what he done.

But supposing I was to pull him in,

hold him for trial.

The jury'd be six close friends of his

and that goes for any six men here abouts, including me.

- I'm here abouts.

- A gunfighter.

You don't try anything in my town.

- I'm not in your town.

I'm taking him to the county seat.

Let the US Marshal call a jury, they won't be friends.

(gun cocks)

(dramatic music)

- Clay is one of us.

We take care of our own.

You think we can't stop you.

- Six of you ought to be able to kill me.

Keeping clay Barton means enough.

- Saving John Barton hurt, it means enough

for every man in this town.

- I'm not looking at men.

I'm looking at a mob.

Mostly with mobs a reason is found to back down.

Could be different.

- We'll see.

- Try to stop me.

Two of you, maybe three will be dead.

You first.

(dramatic music)

(grunting)

- He was going after Clay.

- That was a rotten thing my boy Clay did.

I beat him good.

First time since he was a boy.

Arriaga, he wouldn't listen.

- A hard man to talk to.

- Can I talk to you?

- I'll listen.

- Clay got liquored up, but it's not like a killing.

Tomorrow, next month, next year,

the Arriaga girl will marry, have babies,

live her life.

Should Clay die?

- No, not by my gun, not if you'll give up

to the US Marshal.

- Why?

What will you prove?

That one hand can draw as fast as two?

- It's about the only thing a one-armed man

can do as well.

- My boy will fight, I with him.

Others, too.

Maybe a dozen and you all alone.

They'll be killing.

What are your chances of staying alive?

Hey, you're not a reformer, you don't hate Clay.

- I've been paid money.

If I go now I'll never be sure.

My business being afraid is like every day.

Find an excuse to walk one time,

you'll find a hundred the second.

One thing more.

Maybe bigger.

If I walk, will I ever know the real reason

Arriaga is a Mexican.

Is that why I'm tempted?

The idea is a dirty taste,

but men have eaten dirt and called it bread and meat.

- My boy won't be taken to answer questions for you.

Take your move.

- In my time,

my way.

You won't have long to wait.

(dramatic music)

(gun cocking)

- Are you prepared to meet your maker?

Have you been saved?

- Get out.

- Thank you brother, it's later than you believe.

This life is fleeting, remember that.

- Here, thank you brother, thank you.

Thank you brothers, thank you.

A God fearing community.

You will face the Almighty with confidence.

- Leave me here alone.

- You're my son.

- He's pulling a bluff, he won't show.

- Arriaga, it was his fault.

If he didn't come at me with that stick.

- That was yesterday.

Today is the good man.

- Hey.

Clay, there's a funny thing out here I want you to see.

(suspenseful music)

- Every stable fast.

(suspenseful music)

(guns firing)

- Did you ever think that's the gunfighter and not Clay?

Gunfighter's got my boy.

- Tate, it's the Marshal, open up.

- Tell him to leave clay and no one will bother him.

- There's a dozen guns covering this store.

No other way out.

Don't be a fool.

Let Clay go and you ride out free.

- [Marshal] Get a rope and tie him up.

- Shut up.

There'll be no more talk like that.

Tate, we'll wait you out or burn you out if need be.

Open up and nobody will bother you.

(suspenseful music)

- Don't shoot.

(suspenseful music)

- A bullet in my back.

I think it would probably go in this trigger,

at least I think so.

Anybody want to find out for sure.

- Let him through.

- Hear me Tate.

Two days drive you got to the county seat.

You think you can hold that gun steady for 48 hours

because I'll be following, waiting, ready.

- Move.

(dramatic music)

Hold it.

Take that road.

- You said the county seat.

- Your father's too close for me to waste time arguing.

- You'll turn me over to Arriaga.

Just why not shoot me here?

- You afraid of Arriaga or his daughter.

Now you take that road, move.

(dramatic music)

- You have earned your money.

- Shoot and I'll blow your head off.

- Twice what I promised I would pay.

- He goes to the US Marshal,

try to stand in my way, I'll give him back

to Barton, he's up there on the road.

- To buy you off.

- I need two saddle horses and a place to hide

till after dark.

The barn will do.

- No.

A wild animal like him stays on my land

only if he is dead.

- Clay.

If you feel that way you're free to go.

- All right, the horses, the barn,

whatever you want, but if I find you lie.

(dramatic music)

- And it's a team.

- I prayed you would die.

- I'm sorry.

- Then I prayed I would die.

Prayers were not answered.

- Prayers are meant for life.

- I knew I would see you again someday walking free.

I thought I'd run.

No.

Even in you somewhere there must be shame, hurt.

It's time we meet and wait for it.

Look for it.

And watch it grow.

I'm glad you didn't kill him.

- Time will help her.

I hope it does the same for you.

- Tate!

- The pigs here to root around.

- Stay back.

No sense you taking a stray bullet.

- My father's like you, he won't stop.

You, the Arriagas, them, how many dead

when it's all over.

Something else for me to have to live with that'll grow.

- Plan hate, you get a full crop.

- Tate!

I want to talk to you.

- Tate, will you trust me?

- Barton.

We're coming out.

- He lied.

He lied.

- So you finally smartened up.

- No, this is my idea.

I'm going with him to the US Marshal.

- You won't rot in jail, not while I'm alive.

- Barton, the boy's grown up.

He can't live his life, pay his debts.

- You gonna stop me?

- It's got to be this way.

- No.

- Ava, as my honor, I will not let him go free,

not while I'm alive.

I am Arriaga, a man.

- Don't do it.

(gun firing)

Arriaga!

Arriaga!

- I'm sorry.

- Everybody's always sorry.

(sobbing)

- I'll say it, sorry.

(slow music)

- One of our brothers has recently departed.

For a small contribution, I'd be happy

to speed him on his way with appropriate words.

- [Tate] Go ahead.

- Thank you brother.

I speak for the soul of.

- Manuel Arriaga.

- Thank you, brother.

We asked that he may be judged fairly but kindly.

For the good that he did no earth

may he be credited kindly and for the evil forgiveness.

Amen.

That's the one dollar service.

I got more words that go with the deluxe,

it'd only cost another 50 cents.

- No thanks.

His own last words will serve.

Manuel Arriaga, a man.

No more to be done.

- Except for me.

A long ride and a longer stopover.

(dramatic music)