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Anything I can do for you?

Yeah, Mr. Henshaw.

Gabe Henshaw.

Who are you?

My name is Randall.

Well, I wasn't sure you could come.

Yeah, why not? Well, as I said in my letter, I have only $30 to put out. Slow

season. Sometimes I work cheap.

In your letter, Mr. Henshaw, you said that your son had been killed. That's

I wanted you to come.

I want you to find Will's body.

There was nobody.

No? There's nobody because no one was killed.

Well, then that wasn't black crepe hanging on the old man's door. It was

bunch of violets, right?

That black crepe on his door and the black band on his arm, it's his way of

making something of himself. He craves a little importance.

He don't know which end is up.

He did have a son, though, huh? He has a son.

Now, listen.

Gabe told me that the boy left the house Thursday night after supper.

He went to see someone and he didn't come back. You say who he went to see?

No. You know why?

Because there was no one.

Wilt Henshaw got sick of watching old gay belt the bottle and took off for

unknown.

Something?

Well, I just never knew a man yet who would give up his whole bankroll to save

his pride.

Thirty dollars.

Thirty dollars.

You staying around?

I'll know better after I see someone.

Who? A girl. Her name's Abby Fenton.

Why?

Well, the old man said it was his son's girl.

I'll see.

Randall, Abby Fenton comes from a nice family.

Old Gabe gave him a lot of grief with his wild talk.

If they're not let be, the town won't like it.

Well, if I get in any trouble, I can always come to you for protection,

He's coming here.

Figured.

I don't like it.

Is Abby in the house?

Yes.

Greg, be careful.

Mr. Ben?

Yes?

Well, my name's Randall. I wonder if I could talk to you for a minute.

Yes, of course. Won't you come in?

What can I do for you, Mr. Randall? Well, I was hoping I might be able to

some information from your daughter. I'm sorry. She's in bed.

She's not feeling well.

Perhaps I could help you. Well, I'd like to talk to her about Will Henshaw. Oh,

that. Well, he's been missing since Thursday. His father said the boy left

night. Go see someone. I thought perhaps it was your daughter. I'm sorry old

Gabe got you involved in this, Mr. Randall.

Oh, uh, whiskey?

No, thank you. You see, the old man suffers from delusions of grandeur.

Kept linking his son's name with my daughter's.

Quite a ridiculous combination.

You see, my daughter is engaged to marry Jed Miller.

Well, David told me that the boy had planned to marry your daughter. He's

to say anything that comes into his mind.

If the saying of it would catch him a free drink. Watch your blouse.

Howdy.

My name is... Josh Randall. Come in, come in.

You know, Gabe Henshaw's been blowing off all over town about how he's sent

the most famous manhunter in the whole territory.

An over -advertise.

Not at all. You've got quite a reputation.

I know all about you.

Well, I was hoping you'd be able to help me.

Sure. You name it.

Well, I understand that Will Henshaw worked for you.

Will and about 45 other men.

Have any idea what happened to him?

Well, I figured he got sick of the old man and took off.

Well, he seemed nice enough to me when I talked to him. Let me tell you

something about old man Henshaw.

Number one, he's a poser.

There's nothing he likes better than one drink a day, all day long.

Two, he's lazy. I had to fire him from his job at my sawmill.

Three, well, he's a nuisance.

Yeah, the sheriff told me about him being a nuisance.

I figure the boy just got fed up with him and took off. Of course, old Gabe

refuses to admit that to himself. He prefers to think he's dead.

Come here and take a look at this.

That's where old Gabe gets his ideas.

Out of a bottle.

Well, I'm sure sorry you had to come all this way for nothing.

Well, I'm sorry to cause you the trouble down here. No trouble at all, any time.

Bye now.

this doesn't seem to be much substance to what you've told me.

No, because it's not much substance to me.

I'm the town plague.

I'm dirt under everybody's feet.

Real joy would come to Varga if I were to be washed away in the next

Well, from what I've heard, your boy's most likely alive.

He's dead.

Most people seem to think that... Most people think what's best for them to

think. Now, you told me that Abby Fenton and your boy were planning to marry.

As true as I'm sitting here.

Her father said no.

He's lying.

Jed Miller seemed to think your boy just rode out of town.

That would suit him.

He's always been jealous of Abby's regard for wealth. What about the

Just doesn't like to go against the town.

Neither do I.

Please, Mr. Randall, hear me out.

All my life I've been a failure.

Except to my boy.

Sometimes we didn't have food in our stomachs.

Sometimes we were cold for lack of clothing.

But there's one thing we always had in our home. It's love.

Love of my boy for me and my love for him.

I'm not arguing that. He's dead, otherwise he'd come home.

I'm not looking for trouble.

I'm not even looking for revenge.

All I want for him is a good Christian burial.

Mr. Randall, I need your help.

I think you got all the help you need right there.

I'm Abby Fenton. Uh -huh. Well, your father told me you were ill. I must

to you.

All right.

I'm not here.

Hotel lobby?

No. Abby!

All right, Mother.

Goodbye again, Mr. Randall. Find the schoolhouse at 9 o 'clock tonight.

Abby, please.

Remember, you're not well.

I'm not ill.

You'll stay, then? Till 9 o 'clock tonight, anyway.

You want to tell him something?

Go ahead.

Just remember this. You might be talking your father's neck into a noose.

Better go, Al.

Go ahead. Tell him whatever you want.

You were doing a job for $30.

Well, here's $60.

That ought to take you far enough away.

Trying to break down my front door, Randall?

Just a minute.

What is it, Greg?

This fool's gone crazy.

Get the sheriff.

Yeah, you better get the sheriff, lady, because your daughter's in trouble. What

have you got to do with Abby?

This. Excuse me.

Get out of here.

If you want to stop me from going through that door, Mr., you better...

Take your choice, Randall.

Walk out of this house or stop a bullet.

You know, last night I thought I was looking for a body.

After what happened, I think I'm looking for a murderer. Why talk about murder

in this house?

Because your daughter's mixed up in it, mister.

I ought to kill you where you stand.

Why'd you set me up last night?

Get out of here.

She asked me to meet her last night. Suddenly I get all beat up.

I didn't have anything to do with those men.

If you weren't acting as bait, you had something to tell me. Now, what is it?

Don't say anything.

Well?

I loved Wilt.

Don't be a fool, Abby. I've been a fool long enough keeping quiet.

Now it's time that I stopped.

Where's Wilt Henshaw?

Abby?

He's dead.

Where? I don't know. Jed took his body away.

Jed Miller?

Came in Will and me while we were walking through the woods.

He was crazy jealous and he grabbed at me.

Will fought him.

Jed shot Wilt.

Jed said that my father told him that he wanted to get rid of Wilt.

If I talked about what I saw, my father would hang.

What was Wilt Henshaw?

A drunkard's son.

Why, a drop of rain is worth more than he was.

Judd Miller's the biggest man this town has ever seen. And he's the man that my

daughter should marry.

That's fine.

Just fine.

Jed Miller killed him.

Oh, I got a witness.

Uh -huh.

Happy sentence.

How long have you known?

Since it happened, I guess.

Why did you arrest Miller?

Nobody's been pressing until now.

Look, if you need some backing to swear me in, that's all.

I don't need backing.

When Jed comes back into town, I'll talk to him. You'll talk to him?

Where is he? Up at his sawmill.

He's got maybe a dozen men with him. All pretty handy with guns.

You've got more than a dozen men here in town. Why don't you swear them in? You

can't get anybody to join a posse against Jed Miller.

He's too highly regarded in these parts.

I suppose when we try.

Wouldn't be no use.

Anyway, that sawmill's ten miles up the river.

Out of my jurisdiction.

You know, it seems to me, as far as Jed Miller's concerned, a sidewalk out in

front of your office is out of jurisdiction.

That's not a very kind thing to say.

Yeah.

What do you have?

Posse.

All right, now we all know why I came to

town.

To find Will Henshaw's body.

Well, I found it.

He's dead, and Jed Miller killed him.

Abby Fenton saw it happen.

You know, you men don't seem to understand.

A man's been killed here.

Tell the sheriff.

I did.

That's why I'm talking to you men now.

He said he'd rather have this town smell of murder than to arrest Jed Miller.

I'd like to prove he's a liar.

You're not proving he's a liar. Just proving yourself an optimist. I see.

Who are you? Jim Hendricks.

I'm the editor of the Vargas Sentinel.

I can't seem to get to him. Suppose you tell him what happens if anybody commits

a murder.

Jed Miller isn't just anybody, Mr. Randall.

See, this was no better than a ghost town once.

Drought, cattle blight, crops failing.

And then Jed Miller came in with his sawmill and he gave people jobs.

You don't owe him your souls, mister.

They're Jed Miller's boys?

Yeah.

They the ones busted you up?

I think so.

I, uh... I know who killed your boy.

Who?

Jed Miller.

Oh, so he killed my boy.

Listen, where do you think you're going? I'm gonna get my shotgun. I'm gonna

kill Jed Miller. I thought you told me the only thing you wanted was a

burial for your son. Someone has to take care of him.

Somebody is.

Me. No, you've earned your pay. You found out who got them.

Now, you were busted up once, and I'm not going to have you shot doing my

business. This is my business.

Now, look, Mr. Randall. Now, listen to me.

I figure as long as we can keep these fellas away from Miller, I stand a good

chance.

We'll keep them away.

Turn mister The road out is that way you made the wrong turn

If I have to kill you fellas, it won't be out of revenge It'll be because I

don't want anything to interfere with a good Christian burial for my boy

a friend, a bounty hunter.

He's here.

I figured he'd be out of the state by this time.

I knew he wouldn't be.

Make sure he doesn't get his gun out of his holster, understand?

Hello?

Mr. Miller?

What can I do for you?

One, tell me where Wilhanshaw's body is.

Sure, he's buried out back in the cook shack.

And two? And two, how about you coming into town with me and standing trial for

murder?

You know, it was nice of Greg Fenton to pay for all those flowers.

And that casket sure is impressive.

They told me you paid $90 for it.

I didn't pay for it exactly.

Gabe paid $30 and the rest of it was donated by people unknown.

I guess you figure this town owes you an apology, Mr. Randall. Not at all, Mr.

Hendricks. This town can only do one thing for me. What's that?

Watch me ride out.

It's going to be the first time in a week I feel clean.