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Scorching Fury 1952

All right, breathe.

Anybody else want to argue?

Keep crawling out of there right easy-like.

All right, you.

Ease that hog leg out and throw it

over here.

Okay, you.

Out.

I said, out of there.

Suppose you quit gawking and let's have that

wallet.

I'll have that, too.

And I'll take that.

It's no use trying to reason with someone

like this, ma'am.

Just keep talking, big mouth, and I'll warp

the barrel of this .44 over your head.

Might even take your little tin badge, too.

Watch your blades.

Everything is picked clean.

Let's get out of here.

You guys forget too easy.

Remember what the boss said about the team?

Oh, yeah?

It just don't make sense to me.

What do you want to do?

Spoil the boss man's fun?

Not me.

Then cut him loose.

Is there

something we can do, Mr. Flamer?

Taking those horses is just like leaving a

man on the desert without water.

Hey, boss.

He said they might as well be without

water.

That would be a dirty trick, wouldn't it,

boss?

Hold it, room.

But surely you're going to leave us some

water.

Quite a sense of humor that maniac has.

Yeah.

Where do we go from here?

Well, it's almost sundown.

The best thing we can do is try

to find a place where we'll be comfortable

for the night.

Let's try up here.

Sure weather's nice, isn't it, boss?

The roots of course are all right.

I was glad to see that sun finally

go down.

But I never thought I'd be seeing it

from here.

After the Zotlos shot our water barrels full

of holes, I thought our chances of staying

alive were next to nothing.

You were to start a singing engagement in

Boone City tonight, weren't you?

Yes.

I don't think the opening will be much

of a success.

Miss Emmons, how can you jest at a

time like this?

Don't you realize that those heathens are probably

out there right now just watching us?

Watching and waiting.

Oh, what, Lachlan?

They took everything of value.

I don't think there's much to worry about.

She's right, Lachlan.

If they were going to kill us, they'd

have done it during the holdup.

Besides, you seemed more worried about that banjo

than you did your own life.

Oh, I was, almost.

Mr. Flamer, this instrument is not a banjo.

A banjo is round.

This is, uh, well, a guitar.

You know, we've been together a good many

years.

And you'll be together a good many more.

So why don't you pull up a boulder

and relax?

We'll probably be here a while.

With all this wind blowing up, we're liable

to have a storm.

Isn't there something we can do?

Well, yes.

You can walk to the substation and get

help if you like.

All right.

It's only about ten miles.

Are we that far out?

I'm afraid it's near fifteen, Mrs. Hallison.

We passed the cutoff to Gringo Flats just

before the holdup, and, well, that's seventeen miles

from the substation.

What about later tonight?

Will there be a stage along then?

I don't think so.

The stage company's a little leery about having

a run after sundown.

Next stage won't be through here until, well,

sometime in the morning.

Has it been long since you've seen your

husband, Mrs. Hallison?

Almost two years.

Does he know you're coming, or are you

going to surprise him?

No.

He sent for me.

Oh, things aren't that bad, Mrs. Hallison.

All right, everyone here seems perfectly confident that

we'll all be safe.

Perfectly safe.

They're probably sending out a searching party for

us right now.

Isn't that right, Mr. McCurdy?

Sure.

That's right.

All right, this time tomorrow, we'll all be

laughing about this whole thing.

Oh!

I...

I hope...

You're very thoughtful, Mr. Lockwood.

Is there anything I can do for you?

No, thank you.

I'm all right now.

Where are you going, pal?

I just want to make sure Lockwood doesn't

fall and break a leg.

Or a guitar.

Mind if I tag along?

No, not a bit.

Poor Locky.

Is he like that all the time?

No, not always.

But when he's upset, he plays.

Everything goes as usual, he'll start playing in

a little while.

He says he doesn't feel like it.

You can count on it.

Sounds like you've been through this sort of

thing before.

No, that's just his nature.

He's a funny man.

And the sweetest accompanist in the territory.

He's a good man.

We teamed up about a week after I

left Tucson.

Tucson?

Hey, that was quite a wild town, that,

wasn't it?

It sure was.

And you and Clint Russ didn't help quiet

it down any.

You remember the day before I left?

How you and Clint rode into town on

a jackass and ended up in the waterfall?

That was the first bath either of us

had had in weeks.

All you needed was the soap to go

with it.

Oh, we managed to get that too.

Don't you remember?

No.

No, I think I left right after the

first splash.

Oh, you missed the best part.

There we were, floundering around in the water

trying to figure out just what had happened.

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

You look like you need this.

Why, Mrs. Trent, how did you just...

Mr. Colby, I demand that you make these

ruffians leave town this instant.

But how did you just happen to stand

up there...

Very well, Mr. Colby.

Since your obvious enjoyment of the situation prevents

you from upholding a woman's respectability, I shall

do it myself.

No!

No!

You know, that poor lady will probably never

be the same.

Too bad it had to be the mayor's

wife.

We hated to be asked to leave that

town.

But I, uh, I don't think the townspeople

felt the same way.

Incidentally, whatever happened between you and Clint, he

never did tell me.

Nothing?

We just agreed to disagree, I guess.

How is he, anyway?

We've been awfully quiet about him.

What have you two been doing?

He wearing one of those too?

He was.

Till he got to Adobe Wells.

What happened there?

Say, you were right about Lockman.

Listen.

You don't want to talk about it, Kirk.

Just tell me.

No.

No, that isn't it, Kara.

When I got on the stage, I didn't

feel very much like talking.

I had a lot on my mind.

I still have.

But if it interests you, I'll...

Why not start with what happened right after

Tucson?

A lot can happen in a year.

And it did.

To us, anyway.

We started drifting right after our Saturday night

bath.

We didn't have any particular place in mind.

Until one day, Clint realized we were near

San Pablo and suggested we pay his uncle

a visit.

We were going to pull a surprise on

him.

But we turned out to be the ones

who were surprised.

Because there he stood, with a nice shiny

badge on his vest.

He'd just been elected Sheriff.

May as well keep all this in the

family here, boys.

Glad you used to talk to Kirk and

me about law and order.

I'd be darned if I ever thought we'd

all be wearing one of these.

You sure you're not just trying to show

off your adopted sons by making us deputies,

J.D.? A small town this size, you

don't really need a sheriff and three deputies.

You're darn right I'm showing the two of

you off, Kirk.

But don't let the size of the town

fool you.

We've been getting a bunch of pack rats

drifting through here from the panhandle.

Stealing anything that ain't tied down, from gold

dust to cattle.

Now, with the two of you giving me

a hand, you'll have them giving this town

a wide berth.

What about the other deputy?

What?

He's a good kid.

Don't say much, but he sure does a

lot.

Reminds me a lot of you two.

A little on the anxious side when it

comes to gun flavor.

I think I've got him under control.

Like to meet him, J.D. Is he

around?

Yeah, he's over tying on the feed bag

right now.

Should be along pretty soon.

As a matter of fact, I think I

hear him coming now.

Come in, Ward.

Glad to have you meet my nephew, Clint

Rust.

Howdy, Ward.

My other boy, Kirk Flamer.

Glad to meet you.

Just talked the two of them into giving

us a hand, cleaning things up around here.

I'll move in closer, boys.

I don't want to have to be yelling

at you.

Just wanted to give you a hand.

I kind of lay out a little plan

with you boys.

No use the four of us riding out

in all different directions chasing shadows.

You know, J.D., seems to me you're

making a job out of this whole thing.

Why don't we just plant a couple of

those saddle trams up on Boot Hill?

That ought to quiet things down.

Just reign up there a second, Clint.

That's no way for a lawman to be

talking.

Just because we're packing these badges doesn't give

us the right to gun people down like

that.

But if a man is guilty, I...

That's for a judge and jury to decide.

I've been here for the past 15 years.

As long as I'm standing in back of

this badge, that's the way it's going to

stay.

Am I right, Kirk?

Right, J.D. And Clint knows it, too.

He was just wanting to see you get

your back up.

Just trying to make a hard job easy,

that's all.

This job is just like any other, Clint.

But what might seem like the easiest ain't

always the best.

Right here is all the laws covering this

territory.

I'm as faithful to them as I am

to the Ten Commandments.

I want the three of you to feel

the same way.

Am I asking too much, boys?

Kirk?

Never heard of you asking too much of

anyone yet.

Thanks, boys.

Well, Ward, looks like we're going to get

things cleaned up around these parts pretty quick

-like, huh?

Tell me, Kirk, who was this Ward?

You never have mentioned his last name.

Canaper.

Ward Canaper.

We thought he was a pretty nice guy.

Did you say something, Mrs. Why, yes, Mr.

Framer.

I was wondering if you could put a

little more weight on it.

Put more wood on the fire.

It's a bit chilly.

That's it.

There.

That should take some of the chill off.

Thank you.

So you and Clint were settling down.

That doesn't sound like the boys I knew.

They were just as surprised as you were.

Well, anyway, about three months ago the stage

line started moving fairly large gold shipments through

San Pablo.

The three of us took turns riding shotgun

guides.

And everything went fine until Ward's turn came

up for the second time.

The stage was loaded with an unusually large

shipment of planned iron.

It was scheduled to arrive in Crockett the

next day.

It never showed up.

The rest of us thought we'd better do

some scouting around.

We located it that afternoon.

Better look back.

Yeah, we almost missed it.

Okay, Kirk, hop up and take a look.

Right.

Anything interesting, Kirk?

Yeah.

Real interesting.

You don't have to be gentle.

He's dead.

Looks like he got it from close range.

Yeah, from the left side.

Just where Ward should have been sitting.

Let's not be jumping to conclusions, Clint.

I don't know, J.D. From where I

stand, it looks like the only way to

jump.

Well, whoever it was, sure enough got what

they were after.

All right, boys, let's be looking around.

Maybe we can round up something more definite.

Hold it a second, J.D. Before you

do that, here's something you might want to

see.

Where'd you get this, Kirk?

Under the driver.

I noticed it when I lifted him.

When I was looking at your father, J

.D., I noticed something.

I reckon not, Clint.

I reckon not.

All right, boys, find Ward for me.

Clint and I didn't say very much on

the way back to town.

We were both trying to convince ourselves that

Ward could clear himself.

Well, he picked up a couple of fresh

mounts and decided to split up.

He went south and I headed east.

The plan was to meet in Adobe Wells

at the end of the week if we

didn't run on to anything.

I take it the meeting never took place.

That's right.

The trail I was following proved to be

a cold one.

But it took me the whole week to

find out.

And I finally turned up in Adobe Wells.

The marshal told me Clint had already left.

Why didn't he wait for you?

Because the marshal had something to tell me.

He had some other news for me.

News of how we'd misjudged a new outlaw

named Canepa.

He doubled back to San Pablo and held

up the bank.

The one thing we didn't count on.

That over there.

Turn around.

Hold it right there.

Don't move.

A .45 slug can really tear things up.

You can imagine what J.D. looked like

with six in him.

Kirk, I'm so sorry.

You just never know what's in the back

of some people's minds.

No.

No, you don't.

On the surface, Canebo was a quiet sort.

The kind of a guy you'd like to

have for a friend.

But what happened to a wonderful guy a

month ago changed all that.

Boar didn't have to shoot anybody in the

back.

About 45 in his hand, he's a tall

piece of lightning.

Well, after the marshal told me all this,

he handed me these.

Go ahead and read it.

It'll save time.

Kirk, when you read this, I'll be on

my way to Boom City.

I'm not sure how you'll feel about what

I'm going to do.

But knowing you, I don't think you'll agree

with me.

I'm sorry, because to me, it's the only

way.

J.D. had us convinced of the same

things he believed in.

Didn't get him much, did it?

But because of what J.D. thought, and

you probably still think, I won't be wearing

this badge when I run across Canebo.

In other words...

Bang!

He's going to kill him.

If he gets the chance.

Flint's not as good with a gun as

he should be.

J.D. and I used to practice with

him, but not enough.

He's lucky and hard to scare.

But against somebody like Ward, a combination isn't

enough.

What did he mean about believing?

Believing in the old man's code.

I can hear him yet when he used

to tell us.

Justice, boys.

Law and order that sees that an accused

man gets a fair trial, and a judge

guilty or innocent entirely on the evidence presented.

And remember, whenever possible, a lawman's gun should

be used to enforce justice, not act as

justice itself.

Flint.

I can make him remember what I didn't

forget.

What if he doesn't show up in Boone

City?

Canapa was headed in that direction.

He's been in some crooked circles.

If he doesn't show up, I'll try and

pick up their trail.

But I want to get to Flint first.

And together we'll find Ward, see that he

gets what he deserves.

Now, I won't lie to myself, Kara.

Because too much inside of me tells me

to do exactly what Flint has in mind.

But that's not the way.

It's not the way.

If you were in such a rush to

make Bloom City, why'd you pick the stage

to get there?

To me, that'd be the last resort.

It was.

My horse threw a shoe just outside of

Lockridge.

Well, every man couldn't fix me up.

I heard the stage was just about to

pull out.

I tailed it over and climbed aboard.

Good.

If...

if Clint should get to Canaver before you

do, what are his chances of...

Of coming out in one piece?

Well, he and Lady Luck have been traveling

together for a long time.

Unless she gets fickle all of a sudden.

I think he has every chance in the

world.

You know something, Clint?

I think so.

He grows on you, doesn't he?

That's what he's been doing ever since I

left Tucson.

Every time I try to push him to

the back of my mind, he always manages

to make his way up in front of

you.

Oh, all of you single men, don't ever

give up in this band.

Wherever there's life, there's hope to capture the

hearts of the fair.

No matter what may be your age, you

will always cut a fine dash.

You will suit the girl to her hair

if you've only got a mustache.

A mustache.

A mustache.

If...

All right, all you people.

Keep your hands in plain sight.

Is that you, Clint?

It sure is, Sheriff.

Sorry, folks.

I thought you'd be glad to freeze.

When I saw you, Kirk, I just couldn't

resist the temptation.

Why, you big moose.

I wasn't so glad to see you.

You'd be wearing that Winchester for a boat

chopper.

Son, you're the last guy I've expected to

see out here.

Didn't exactly expect to see you, either.

I thought you'd be in Boone City by

now.

Yeah, I would be if it wasn't for

Canepa.

Canepa?

What happened?

This morning you saw to it that I

put my feet to use.

You mean he deliberately shot the horse out

from under you?

And didn't try for you?

Yeah, and it's the second time something like

that has happened.

Just outside of Adobe Wells, he had his

first chance, but he didn't use it.

So far, the score on me is double

zero.

And not because I outsmarted him.

All these people.

You look as cozy as a fresh-banded

jack.

What's it all about?

Well, I'll be darned.

She's even prettier than when I left her

in Tucson.

Hello, Long Shane.

You look like a tramp.

I feel like one.

How are you, Canary?

Just like that calf you mentioned.

Where'd you run into her, Curt?

She was on the stage when I climbed

down and locked her in.

Oh, by the way, Clint.

When Canepa decided you needed a walk, you

happen to get a look at his horse?

Yeah, got a quick look, see?

Short couple, stood about 15 hands high, I

guess.

Was as black as Canepa's heart.

I thought so.

He must have held us up right after

he ran across you.

That's another about-face we can chalk up

for him.

They dropped the driver and guard without a

chance.

They?

Who's they?

Three other riders did the actual hold-up.

He showed up later to shoot holes in

our water barrel.

That back-shooting skunk is just full of

cute little tricks, ain't he?

Excuse me, sir.

But do you happen to have a canteen

in your equipment?

One of the young ladies would like a

drink of cooling water.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Oh, Mr. Lockhart.

Yes?

This is Clint Russell.

How do you do?

Hello.

Thank you.

So, Canepa's hurting with three other pack rats.

Well, he'd better have them handy when I

find him.

He'll need them.

Clint.

Come here, there's something I want to talk

to you about.

So you can save your breath.

You've got your ideas and I've got mine.

Now, if you don't mind, I'll ramble on.

How bold headed can you get?

You realize it's a good 15 miles to

the substation?

That far, huh?

Yeah, that far.

What do you think we're all waiting here

for?

If we wanted closer, we'd be walking now.

There'll be a stage fire in the morning,

so we might as well wait with the

rest of us.

Okay, I'll wait.

But no preaching.

I've started out to do something and I

won't stop until it's done.

Is that right?

Well, the way you're going about it, you're

giving Canepa every chance to write the ending.

Maybe he's forgotten how to write.

Got any tobacco?

But he's been playing a game with me

ever since Adobe Wells.

I'm lucky at games.

The stakes are pretty high to be playing

on luck alone, aren't they?

I'll take a chance.

Chance is right.

But you're gonna find out the hard way.

That luck doesn't count very much when you're

playing with a stacked deck.

I've drawn two cold hands so far.

It can come out all right.

All right?

You know, I could blow this match out

right now.

Let it burn halfway down.

Maybe even let it scorch my fingers before

I put it out.

It all depends on my mood.

With this in mind, try and figure out

Canepa's thoughts.

I guess I haven't thought very much about

how you felt.

J.D. meant a lot to you too,

didn't he?

He meant more than just a lot to

it.

When I talked about your chances a few

minutes ago, I meant every word of it.

But only because of one thing.

You won't think.

What if you had to draw against Ward?

If he was an average man with a

45, it might be different.

But he's far from average.

All right, Kirk.

So the guy is fast.

Let's drop the whole subject.

I dropped that a couple of minutes ago.

But you picked it up again.

Apparently something I said made sense.

You're right about not thinking how I feel

about all this.

As a matter of fact, you haven't thought

very much about anything.

Except how fast you can dig Canepa's grave.

Yeah.

This is what I'm going to dig it

with.

It's got six one-way tickets in it.

And they're all for him.

You won't need them all.

But then neither did J.D. Look, Clint.

It's kind of hard to convince somebody or

something.

When you feel almost the same way they

do.

But do you happen to remember what J

.D. used to say about a lawman's guns?

I lost that part of my memory in

Adobe Wells.

Then I'll try and help you find it.

Whenever possible, a lawman's gun should enforce justice.

Not act as justice itself.

That's what he believed in.

But I learned to believe.

And what you've apparently forgotten.

Look.

If your luck does hold out.

And you do get Canepa.

I don't think J.D. would appreciate it

very much.

But then on the other hand.

If that part of your memory should improve

all of a sudden.

You could pin this back on and we

could go after him together.

That way you'd get everything that's coming to

him and it would all be done legally.

Sorry, Kirk.

I left that in Adobe Wells because it

didn't fit into my plans.

And those plans haven't changed any.

You mean you left it there because you

had respect for what J.D. thought?

All right.

But remember this, Clint.

You're not as good with a gun as

you should be.

So if you run into Canepa.

You better cut him down fast and not

give him a chance to cancel those one

-way tickets and give you a free ride

instead.

The only thing I'm worried about is that

someone may run into him before I do.

And if that someone happens to be me.

He'll be alive if at all possible.

And don't get any ideas about changing his

condition.

Kirk.

Just because we want the same thing.

Only in a different way.

Doesn't have to make any difference between you

and me, does it?

Maybe not, Clint.

But a friendship is a little hard to

continue.

When one of the parties is six feet

under.

I'll take the watch, Lachlan.

You'll find yourself a soft spot.

All right.

Just as you say.

Mr. Ross, you're the nearest.

Would you mind putting some wood on the

fire?

It's getting low again.

Is that all the wood we have left?

Well, we're going to need that fire.

So I guess I'd better get some more.

Would you like to go with me, Mr.

Lachlan?

You mean leave the encampment?

It'll be all right, Mr. Lachlan.

I'll borrow a gun from Mr. Rust.

That is, if you don't mind.

No.

Here you are.

Thanks.

Ready, Mr. Lachlan?

Hey.

Where are you two going?

Going up to get some wood.

We won't be going long.

All right.

But don't want it too far away.

I should certainly say not.

How big was that rock you tied around

Kirk's neck?

I didn't tie anything.

He wants to wear it.

That's his business.

I thought friends were supposed to help each

other.

Only when they agree on something.

Why don't you listen to him, Clint?

Or have you forgotten what a helping hand

looks like?

You like the open prairie at night.

Would you rather have your breakfast in bed?

All right.

The subject's changed.

So have you, Clint.

An awful lot.

We all change, Kara.

Time does strange things to every one of

us.

So I found out.

But you know something?

I'd give almost anything to see those two

crazy cowboys from Tucson back again.

So would I.

Remember our last night together?

What we argued about?

Yeah.

You had me building our little gray home

in the west.

The only trouble is I couldn't furnish the

material.

The material was there.

You just didn't know how it went together.

It takes two to plan a home, Clint.

I was the only one working on ours.

Well, maybe.

Have you ever thought about trying to build

since then?

I thought a lot about it.

I just couldn't find the right spot.

You almost did.

In San Pablo.

Maybe I had started to build it.

Until I had it shot up from under

me.

Do you know what it feels like to

have your plans go up in gun smoke?

Not yet.

But when you find the person you're looking

for, they might.

Look at me, Clint.

I can still see a future for us.

I think you'll see it too if you

look deep enough.

I'd like very much to help build that

house.

Only, I wouldn't want to get it half

done again.

Then have to finish it myself.

Kirk really bent your ear, didn't he?

I'm glad he did.

You wouldn't have told me anything.

There's nothing to tell now.

There's something to do.

The things Kirk said made a lot of

sense.

But you don't particularly care about sensible things

right now, do you?

From my way of thinking, I'm being very

sensible.

If you think a little harder, you might

see an entirely different picture.

I don't want to see it differently.

All right, Clint.

Your mind's made up.

And I'm afraid nothing's going to change it.

Only do me a favor, will you?

Like what?

Like staying alive.

You know, it makes me feel very good

to know that you and Kirk have so

much faith in my ability with a gun.

I may not be the best in the

world, Carol.

But I can hold my own.

Just hold on extra tight, huh?

As tight as I can.

Look out into my corner!

I didn't see the rock.

Are you all right?

Yeah, yeah.

I'm okay.

You

all right?

I'm

all

right.

The water gets used to being away from

home.

Knows the need.

Something on your mind, Clint?

Yeah.

I was just wondering what a piece of

hot apple pie and some coffee would taste

like.

Hot apple pie, right now.

When we get to Boone City, I'll bake

you one if you like.

You know, you've changed quite a bit yourself,

Miss Simmons.

Just something I picked up in my spare

time.

Thought someday I might find use for it.

Get up on your feet, Clint, and take

it over here.

Man, what a stupid thing to do.

Why do you want to get dead in

such a hurry?

Yeah.

I guess it was stupid.

The boys were probably just waiting to pick

somebody up.

No.

I don't think so.

I don't think so either.

The boys are busy.

They're, uh, temporarily dealing in horse flesh.

What's the matter?

Are you cold?

My horse is on the rise behind us.

Go on up there and wait for me.

I'm not going with you.

Do what I tell you, now go on.

I'm not going.

Leave her alone, Ward.

If you're going to bother somebody, keep on

bothering me.

Still try to play the hero, huh, Clint?

The only thing I like to play is

your death march.

I'm afraid you lost your music box.

But I can return the offer.

In fact, I could have done it any

time I wanted to.

I've known where you've been every minute since

you left Adobe Wells.

I enjoyed the clumsy way you trailed me.

But you're through trailing me.

I don't enjoy it anymore.

I'll turn around for you, Ward.

I seem to like it better when you're

looking at someone's back.

I take things as they come.

J.D. just turned around at the wrong

time.

You're lying!

I only lie when I have to, Clint.

Right now, I don't have to.

But since you've tried so hard to find

me, I think you deserve a fair chance.

And according to your book of rules, just

what does that mean?

I'm going to let you draw against me.

Haven't you caused enough bloodshed already?

I told you to go up on the

rise and wait for me.

I'm not going to tell you again.

It wouldn't make any difference if you did.

Maybe if I...

Look out!

Lockie!

That's enough!

Stay where you were if I was you.

Move off, Clint.

Why did you have to warn him?

Why didn't you let Lockie kill him?

Make yourself a widow?

Widow?

Yes.

I'm his wife.

And now I'm ashamed to admit it.

But that's not the reason I warned you.

No?

Why then?

Now that it's over, I...

I don't quite know.

All right, Kirk.

Get over here with the rest of them.

That kind of evens us up, doesn't it,

Ward?

My right hand.

Your left shoulder.

Well, do we still draw against each other?

Maud, come here and swing my poster around.

I wouldn't touch you.

My loving wife.

I was crazy to ever intend for you.

That's right, you were.

You had me change my name because you

were in a little trouble.

A little trouble?

Did you actually believe you could keep everything

from me?

I don't know what I thought.

But whatever it was, it's changed now.

Get over there by Flamer and Rust.

You.

Come here.

Come here!

You, my friend.

Move over with the others.

What hand are you right with?

My right.

Put it behind your back.

Swing my gun bell around with the other.

And don't anybody get any bright ideas.

Or I'll cut her down where she stands.

Move back a ways.

Now unbuckle it and throw it over to

Mr. Rust.

And I'll take yours in return, cowboy.

Only throw it low and easy.

Hang it around his waist, Kirk.

And you, do the same for me.

He must be insane to try something like

this.

You ought to know him by now.

He doesn't take chances.

Watch him close.

How's your head?

It's in one piece, I guess.

Who put the lead in it?

You?

Uh-uh.

Lockwood.

I tried, but he got farther than I

did.

I gotta hand it to the little guy.

He gave me another chance.

And this time, an even one.

Flap on your tongue, Clint.

And you, Kirk, get over with the others.

You too.

You can get your gun now, cowboy.

Only grab it by the barrel and holster

it the same way.

Wouldn't have worked anyway, Clint.

You're so sure of everything now, aren't you,

Ward?

You've got it right.

Could be another scorcher.

Well, when do we move?

I'll count to ten.

And we'll see who isn't...

gonna worry about the heat.

One...

Two...

Three...

Four...

Five...

Six...

Seven...

Eight...

Nine...

Ward!

Leave him alone!

Clint, no!

Gave J.D. the fruit deck, and he's

gonna get it the same way.

You got him, didn't you?

What more do you want?

You can't kill him any deader than he

is.

He's...

he's still alive.

I know he doesn't deserve it, but leave

him this one.

At least until we get the sandpot.

Give some satisfaction to the one who deserves

it the most.

Why did you still want to help him?

Mr. Russell, love doesn't care how good a

man is, or how bad.

I wish it did.

Then Mr. Lockwood would still be alive.

Poor Locky.

His girlfriend's going to miss him.

Let me fix that hand now for you,

please.

Clint, you're going to need it to do

some building.

Transcription and translation by kasamaruti/GM JUL 2025