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Stay in the saddle, mister.

Put your hands where I can see them.

Now, what are you doing here?

I've got a note.

From who?

A man named Hagen.

What's the note about?

A job.

What's your name?

Randall.

Let's see the note.

Get down now.

I'm Frank Hagen.

Cautious, ain't you?

That's my business. You want the job?

I ain't so sure.

Well, make up your mind and pay the $100.

Yeah, I want it.

I've got to go away for a day. I want you here until I get back.

Doing what?

Protecting my daughter.

this is carol addy

she can't hear she can't talk

Listen, I'd like to talk.

Now, I may be back tonight, and maybe not until the morning. It all depends.

I'd like to talk to you about that. Go ahead.

Look, this isn't exactly my line.

What isn't?

Take care of your daughter. You're supposed to be for hire, aren't you?

right, isn't it?

Yeah, it's not just the money.

All you have to do is watch this place. I don't want anybody coming on this

property. And I mean nobody.

And you don't have to worry about her. She won't be any trouble to you.

Put your horse in the corral. There's plenty of feet in the barn.

Randall, I heard you were very dependable.

And I heard you were fast with a gun. That's why I sent for you.

Take good care of my little girl.

I had this made special for me.

That's it.

Don't shoot, mister. Don't shoot.

Get over that ladder.

Okay. Turn around.

Get your hands up there.

Okay.

Just don't shoot.

We've got no gun, mister. Honest.

See? No gun. I told you.

What you doing here?

Look, mister, I ain't the kind to make trouble.

I say, what you doing here?

Just passing through.

Right through somebody's backyard, huh?

I'm just looking for a handout.

Guess I kind of scared the lady, huh?

I didn't mean it.

Honest.

I'm just a traveling man, mister.

I used to feel I was in a prison, with a wall between me and the world of people

and things.

And then one day, when I stopped crying over this, I began to discover that

there are many voices, many sounds in silence.

I created a world of my own, and I began to hear for myself the comforting sound

of my name on my father's lips.

The gentle fall of spring rain.

The proud morning crowing of the rooster.

The soft breeze stirring the leafy trees.

For me, a whole new world of voices.

A rainbow of sound from the low roar of thunder that follows the crack of

lightning. The tiny rustling of a field mouse.

A world I made.

There is no wall any longer.

No reason for tears.

Is it bad?

No, went clean through.

I gotta talk to you.

Yeah, figured you would.

I told you I was only gonna be gone for a day. I didn't tell you why.

I gotta tell you now.

A lot of years ago, I robbed a bank.

$20 ,000.

I split the money with my partner.

Harry Bryce.

I took my share, hid it, gave myself up.

I spent five years in state prison.

I did it for Carol.

I wanted her to have things.

She's had so little of her life.

But Bryce and his sons...

Hounded me for that money ever since I got out of prison.

And I finally decided to go to him and have a showdown.

He drew faster than I did.

He'll be coming here, Randall.

You've got to take care of him.

Get out of here.

Take the money.

I've got a sister in Littlefield. If you...

Take her there. She'll be good to her. Will you do that?

I think she'll be better off here with you.

Anyway, I can't leave you alone here, mister.

But Bryce will be coming here any hour.

Yeah.

What are you gonna do?

Hagen.

I know.

He's in there?

That's right.

I want to talk to Hagen.

I'm talking for him.

You know who I am?

Yeah.

You know what I want?

Yeah.

You a hired gun?

I'll make a deal.

Got a deal.

What's your name?

Randall.

Heard about you, Randall.

Heard you was fast.

You gonna call me?

No.

Then get off of this property, and get off now!

I created a world of my own, and I began to hear for myself the comforting sound

of my name on my father's lips, the gentle fall of spring rain, the proud

morning crowing of the rooster, the soft breeze stirring the leafy trees.

For me, a whole new world of voices, a rainbow of sound from the low roar of

thunder that follows the crack of lightning.

To the tiny rustling of a field mouth.

A world I name.

There is no wall any longer.

No reason for fear.