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Yes? I want to see Mr. Walker.

Do you have an appointment?

No. Well, I'm afraid... Just tell him Kinch is out here. He'll see me. But...

on. Go on. Tell him.

Kinch.

Mr. Walker will see you.

Sure he will. Didn't I tell you?

Morning, Mr. Walker.

Well, Kinch, what is it?

Well, I got something I think might interest you.

What's that?

That's right.

That's just who it's from.

How many years is it I've been checking that white side mailbox?

Five.

Every morning for five years.

Now, another fellow would have got discouraged and give up, but not Kinch.

Now, when you hire Kinch to do a thing, that thing gets done.

You say this came this morning?

Yes, sir.

I've got him.

All this time.

And now I've finally got him.

I want your services for five weeks.

I'll pay you $50 a week plus expenses.

Interested? Depends on the job.

I thought Rydell said you'd tackle anything.

Providing it appeals to me.

I don't work blind, Mr. Walker.

This job is simple.

I want you to accompany me on a ride to Banner, Texas.

There's a man in Banner that's wanted here.

Help me bring him back.

What's his name?

Whiteside. Clay Whiteside.

Although, Lord knows what name he's using now.

And what did he do?

Robbed this bank five years ago.

Of course, he was captured and the money was recovered, but he escaped on the

day he was to be shipped to prison.

And for five years now, we haven't heard a word about him.

And then, last week, this letter came for his brother.

He's from Whiteside.

Postmark Bannock.

I guess he thought that after all this time we'd forgotten about him.

But I never forgot.

Not for a minute.

Well, if you have this information, why come to me?

Why not take it to the law?

Look, they've been after him for five years now and they haven't found him.

I have.

And I want him.

For robbing this bank?

That's all you need to know.

Well, it'll have to turn you down, Mr. Walker.

Like I said, I don't work blind.

Goodbye, sir.

Wait.

He killed my son.

My only son.

Forced him into a gunfight and killed him.

I demanded his arrest, but he was never convicted.

Then three months later, he robbed his bank.

Now he's going to pay.

He's going to pay for everything.

Will you ride the banner with me?

Yes.

We leave at sunup tomorrow.

I'll meet you out in front of the bank.

I'll be there.

Suppose he can't be taken alive.

So much the better.

Mrs. Walker, I must see you.

Are you the one my husband hired?

The one who's going with him to get Clay Whiteside?

Yes, ma 'am.

I've been trying to talk him out of it, but he won't listen to me.

Once he gets an idea in his mind, you can't budge him. Never could.

How long a trip is it to Banner, Texas?

About two weeks.

Through bad country?

Yes, it is.

He'll never make it.

Mr. Randall, my husband is not a well man.

The doctors have warned him repeatedly, but he insists on acting as if he were

20 years old.

You want me to cancel the trip and tell him I can't go?

Well, that wouldn't stop him. He'd go on alone.

Well, what do you want me to do?

I want you to take care of him.

Protect him as much as you can.

I want you to bring Mr. Walker back to me alive.

I'll do my best.

Thank you.

Miss Walker.

I'd, uh... I'd kind of like to come back alive myself.

Why do you say that?

Well, I just got the feeling I'm not being told everything there is about

situation. Now, what about it?

There is something that you should know.

It concerns the man you're going after, Clay Whiteside.

Yes?

He was guilty of the bank robbery.

Your husband told me that.

And he killed our son.

He told me that, too.

Well, I'm going to tell you something that I'm sure my husband hasn't told

Clay Whiteside was not to blame for that killing.

A dozen people saw that fight, and every one of them testified under oath that

our son provoked it.

Self -defense?

Yes.

The jury's second free.

To be honest, Mr. Randall, my son was really not a very nice boy.

He was always looking for trouble.

So you see, it wasn't Clay Whiteside's fault.

The blame was ours.

My husband's and mine.

Now, why do you say that?

We spoiled him.

But my husband would never admit that. Never in a million years.

Good night, Mr. Handel.

Thank you, Miss Walker.

Thank me?

Why? Because I know how hard it was for you to tell me that.

How far do you figure it is to Mackinac?

Oh, about 20 miles.

Well, that's not bad for four days.

At that rate, we ought to be in Banner by next Thursday.

We're still alive by then.

What's that supposed to mean?

You're pushing those horses kind of hard, you know.

I'm in a hurry.

Look, Mr. Walker, I want to get there too, but those horses just ain't going

last, not the way you're pushing them. All right, we'll get fresh ones the next

time we come to.

I wasn't just thinking about the horses.

You mean you can't take it?

Well, I was thinking about you.

Never mind about me. I'm fine.

I can ride like this forever.

This is the best couple I've ever seen.

What did you say?

I said you're the most stubborn man I've ever known, sir.

I'm also the boss of this operation, and the pace won't let up.

If anything, it'll get faster.

Now, let's move on out.

We could ride another two hours before sundown.

My horse couldn't make it another mile, and neither could yours.

Look at him.

You're sure it's the horses you're concerned about?

Well, now, what do you mean by that?

The trouble with you young fellas today is you're too soft.

And you know why?

Because you baby yourselves.

You want everything too easy.

Why, when I was your age, I could stay in the saddle for a week, day and night,

eat in the saddle and sleep there.

And at the end of the week, I was stronger than when I started.

Congratulations.

I think I might point out one thing.

What's that?

You're not my age anymore.

You're as young as you feel, and I feel like riding some more today.

Well, you're going to have to make it on alone, then.

Quit it.

No, I'll catch up with you tomorrow.

Catch up with me?

If you stop now, you won't see me again till you get to Banner.

Maybe.

I've got $10 says you don't catch up to me.

That's a bet.

See you then.

How you doing?

I owe you $10.

What's the verdict?

Am I going to live?

That depends.

On what?

You. You're a sick man, Mr. Walker.

A man with a heart like yours has got no business being on a horse. Never mind

the lectures. I've had enough of those.

Too bad you didn't listen to him.

What am I going to do now?

For the next two weeks, you're not going to do anything. You're not going to

move a muscle.

You're just going to lie right here in this bed.

That's impossible.

I've got urgent business to attend to.

Mr. Walker, the most urgent business you have right now is trying to stay alive.

Am I that bad off?

You're that bad off.

I'll come back and see you later on this afternoon.

How far are we from Banner now?

Oh, about a week's ride.

I hope you don't think I'm trying to make it.

No.

I'm staying here.

But you're going to go on to Banner.

Well, now, what good's that going to do? I need you to identify Whiteside.

I told you what he looks like.

That description fits seven men out of ten.

Well, perhaps he's still using the same name.

I doubt that.

Mr. Walker, I think the best thing to do is just let this whole thing go for a

while. I'm not concerned with what you think.

I'm interested in just one thing.

Getting Whiteside.

You're going to have to give me more to go on or I stop right here.

Well, there is one other thing.

The way he draws.

If you ever saw him do it, you'd spot him right away.

Why is that?

Because of the funny knack he has of grabbing his right wrist with his left

when he fires.

He draws with his right hand like this.

And then he grabs his wrist with his left hand like this before he pulls the

trigger.

Never saw a man do that before.

Well, you see, it's a... It's a habit he got into when he was a kid.

His uncle used to take him out shooting and...

Gun was too heavy for the boy to hold with one hand.

And the habit stuck.

You can't make every man in Banner draw his gun.

Well, no, but you could ask around.

Maybe somebody has seen him do it.

I mean, that's a possibility.

Like a needle in a haystack.

Look, I'll pay you for your time whether you find him or not.

Well, that appeals to me.

All right, I'll give it a try. But one thing.

Yeah, what's that?

Well, now, there's business about the drawing and Whiteside, whatever he calls

himself now.

He's not going to draw for his gun without a reason.

So?

How do you force a man to draw and put away the gun quiet?

Water and feed from a horse?

A buck a day.

Oh, that'll be all right.

How long are you going to be?

Don't know yet.

In town for something special?

Kind of.

Looking for a man named Whiteside, you know?

Not in this town, at least with a name like that.

What's he look like?

I've never seen him.

Then you've got trouble finding him.

Ever see a man draw a gun like this?

Thanks anywhere.

Right.

Josh,

rent.

Surprised to see me?

Yeah, a little.

I've been out five months.

They shorten the sentence for good behavior.

Glad to hear it.

Yeah, I'll bet you are.

What's on your mind?

You.

You've been on my mind for quite a while now.

Three years to be exact.

I'm not looking for trouble, Phil.

You don't have to.

It's already found you.

What's going on here?

It's a private matter.

Well, then settle it privately.

Come on.

My name is Randall.

Josh Randall.

Earl Tipton.

Much obliged.

Care to tell me what the fight was about?

He was wrestling cattle in Oklahoma.

They had a wanted poster on him.

I caught him.

They sent him away for three years.

Worried he'd get even with me. Just happened we ran into each other today.

You a lawman?

No, bounty hunter.

What are you doing in Banner?

Business. Looking for a man by the name of Clay Whiteside.

He wanted in Loring, New Mexico for bank robbery about five years ago.

You think he's here?

Could be.

Name sound familiar?

No, I can't say that it does.

What does he look like?

Oh, about six feet tall, 170 pounds, sandy hair.

About 40.

Must be 50 men in town to meet those measurements.

I don't wonder.

That all you got on him? Not quite.

You ever see a man hold a gun like this?

No.

Up a blank alley.

You mind if I nose around a bit on my own?

Help yourself.

I'll see you later.

His name's Whiteside.

Whiteside? Uh -huh.

I had a fella named Burnside, and he wasn't more than five foot.

Beat me out of a week's rent.

Much obliged, ma 'am.

Did you ever see a man draw like this?

That's a new one on me.

Thanks.

Well?

Well, what?

Well, did you ever see or hear of a man that draws a gun like this?

How come you're asking all those questions?

Father? I don't like snoopy people.

All right, Bert, go ahead and tell them.

The answer is no. I never saw anyone draw like that.

Real friendly town.

They're nice folks.

Easy to get along with.

You got my horse ready?

Oh, yes, sir.

All ready and settled for you.

Sure I can't talk you into staying over.

Plenty of room out at my place, and you're more than welcome.

Well, thanks very much. I'd like to, but, well, there's not much more I can

here. I'd better ride on back.

How are you today, Earl? Just fine, Jack. And you?

Oh, no complaints.

I wish I could have been of more help to you.

Well, if you should happen to pass this way again, you might wire Mr. Walker and

Loring. I'll do that.

Hope I see you again now.

I tell you, you'd be sensible.

Get down off that horse.

Three years I've waited for this.

you know how long three years in a prison is josh

like

forever

that's how it seems sometimes just like forever

Just take a good, long look around.

It's all over but the... Unbuckle those belts and let

them drop.

I didn't have to do that.

That's the way I shoot best.

You didn't have to shoot at all. You could have stayed in Banner.

Let him kill me.

I intended to.

Change your mind.

Not quite sure.

Well, I'm glad you did.

What happens now between us?

According to the law, you could take me in.

According to the law, you got no business here at all.

Not your county.

So how does that leave us?

It seems to me with a man of your record in the past five years, they wouldn't

give you more than a suspended sentence if you turned yourself in.

Could be.

Sound advice.

Well, I'm going to go right off in that direction. You go back the way you came.

That'll make us about even. What do you say?

I say you're about the strangest bounty hunter I've ever run across.

That may be.

White side?

Goodbye.

Chipped it.

Goodbye and good luck.

Don't make me regret what I'm doing now.

There's no chance of that.

What are you going to tell old man Walker?

Oh, I don't know.

I'll think of something.

I'll see you now, here.

So you finally got back, eh?

Just got in.

What happened?

I couldn't find him.

Any leads?

A man fitting white -sized description was seen in banner the day the letter

mailed.

What happened to him?

He stayed in town a couple of days and then he left. Nobody said anything about

him or where he went.

I knew it was bad news.

I knew it the minute I looked at your face.

I did the best I could.

I'm sorry, Mr. Walker.

Well, what's our next step?

I don't think there should be a next step.

What do you mean?

I mean I think this hunt ought to stop.

Why?

Two reasons. Number one, it's hopeless. Number two, you're in no shape to

travel. Who says so?

The doctor.

I saw him on the way in.

Oh.

We'll start on Thursday.

It's not fair.

What's not fair?

My boy gets killed.

Nobody pays for it.

Someone ought to pay for the death of my son.

Someone is paying for it.

Who's that?

You.