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Who's this?

A stranger.

Hi.

Who are you?

Name's Randall.

I'm Jack Radovich.

I'm glad to know you. What are you doing out here?

Oh, just passing through.

Hey, uh, I don't know if I could have a cup of that coffee.

Sure, help yourself.

Black.

Why? What's it to you, mister?

Nothing. Just wondering.

Must have been a pretty fast trial, wasn't it?

He didn't need a trial. He admitted it himself.

Come on, let's get it over with. Say, excuse me, mister.

Look, I know this is none of my business, but I think you're making a

What are you talking about?

Why are you hanging a man without a trial?

That's lynching.

Well, I find out you hung him.

It is liable to hang you.

Now, let me tell you something, Big Mouth.

He killed a man, and he's going to hang for it.

That isn't the only rope we've got.

And the more I look at you, the more I'm beginning to think we ought to make

this a double hanging.

Why? You're kind of going about it the wrong way, aren't you?

Mister, you don't shut up. You just might join him.

What are you talking about, Randall?

It's the wrong kind of a knot for hanging.

You can make a better one.

In my sleep.

All right, Big Moth.

Let's see.

Randall, just what are you doing around here?

Oh, I'm going in a fry pan for that big celebration.

I hear it's really something.

That's right, the best in the country.

Horse races, shooting matches.

Even got a band playing this year.

Yeah, that's what I hear.

Come on, don't take all day.

You ever heard something like this?

Who'd he kill? A man named Harper.

Why? Over a girl.

She came into town to play the guitar and sing at the last chance.

Saloon? My place.

Titus, Harper.

Anybody special?

Nah, just a saddle tramp.

Tell me something.

You fellas lawmen?

No. We got no real law in fry pan.

Why? What difference does it make?

Like I said before, you hang him now, they can try you for murder. Find you

guilty. You'll be here.

That'll go for you, too.

Not me, mister.

Before he drops, I'll be long gone.

You got a better idea, Randall?

Maybe.

Tomorrow's the 4th, right?

Yeah. Big celebration, a lot of people coming in to town.

Yeah.

Why don't you give them a real show?

You mean hang him then as a part of the celebration?

You got the whole town taking part in it then.

The law gets sore, they can't just arrest a few people.

Can't try the whole town.

Anyway, think of the business.

People riding in from all over. See that, fella?

Hot? Thirsty?

Yeah.

No, no, let's hang them now. That's what we chased them for. Now, wait a minute.

You may want to be responsible for what happens. I'm not sure I do.

You were sure when we started out. Well, I've had time to think it over since

then. Why don't we leave it up to a majority and see how they feel?

Now, all those in favor of taking Pringle back into town and having a

hangin', which will make the Fourth of July celebration something to really

remember, raise your hand.

Say, uh, three four and three again.

Somebody's got to break the tie and, uh, well, I think I got a better right to

vote than Pringle there.

I vote we. Hey, and we get back in town.

Oh, that settles it. We wait.

Well, I know you fellas are disappointed.

So to make up for it, Tomorrow, during the celebration, the drinks are on the

house.

Until noon.

Say, if nobody objects, I'll borrow the drinks while we're out here. I got a

couple of bottles in my saddlebags.

What's your stake in this, Randall?

I don't know.

You know Pringle, don't you?

Uh -uh.

Take him lying, don't you?

Mark, tomorrow the sun will come up.

I'm going to be watching you, Randall.

You step out of line, just a little bit.

You'll never take another step.

Fair enough.

I guess another day, Pringle.

What are you going to do with it?

Just take it easy, I guess.

How about a shot of that whiskey?

Sure.

What's in this for you?

Well, to feed lynchings, that's all.

That don't ring true.

Nobody does anything for free.

You're no different the way I figured.

You pig.

Why isn't he hanging?

He killed Harper. Why is he still alive?

Well, we were going to hang him.

And this fellow here wrote in and gave us a better idea.

Really?

He suggested we take Pringle back into town and hang him as the finale of the

celebration tomorrow.

Why not do it now?

Because it wouldn't be legal, that's why.

None of us are duly appointed lawmen.

Tomorrow in town will make that different?

Not different, but at least the whole town will be in on it. Nobody can point

finger at just a few of us.

As long as you hang him, I don't care how or where.

Good. First thing in the morning, we'll head back to town.

There'll be a large crowd to see you die.

As I walked out in the streets of Laredo As I walked

out in Laredo one day I spied a young cowboy wrapped up in

white linen Wrapped up in white linen as cold as the clay I

see by your outfit that you are a cowboy

Howdy. You don't care for the singing, Mr. Randall?

Oh, fine, as long as my voice isn't it.

Then we can talk.

Well, what do you want to talk about?

Why did you want to postpone the hanging?

Well, suppose you tell me why you wanted it stopped.

Now, maybe you've got those other fellas there believing you wanted them killed.

Not me, lady.

What makes you think I have any interest in him?

Well, I...

It was that motherly slap you gave them.

Things aren't always what they seem.

That's what I'm trying to say here.

We were once very good friends, Pringle and I, back in Texas.

I figured it was something like that.

I ran away from him after a silly quarrel.

He came here and found me in the arms of another man.

And he killed him.

It's my fault that he's waiting to be hanged.

Well, it figures.

You can do everything you can to get him out of it, right?

Where do your sympathies lie?

Well, whenever there's a woman involved, I kind of lean in that direction.

Will you help me?

Tell me something.

If I hadn't have been here, what would you plan to do?

I don't know.

I'd have figured out something.

What's in it for me?

My gratitude.

Kind of a hard thing to spend.

So are a lot of worthwhile things.

All right.

You got my help.

You stay close to your friend there. When the noise starts, you cut him

Get on out of here and scatter those horses while you're going.

What about you?

Don't worry about me. I know what I'm doing.

Listen, I'll meet you on the road going into Tucson.

Go ahead.

I told you.

I told you all along. But you were too anxious to make a lousy dollar. I had

nothing to do with it.

You better be able to prove it.

I'll have to catch those horses and get them ready to ride.

Don't matter where he goes, I'll get to him.

You mark it down.

Josh Randall, he's gonna be a dead man.

I think we got company.

Randall?

Wait a minute. He's a friend.

I got no friends.

We kept you off the end of a rope.

What more do you want?

That's not what I want to count.

Get those horses out of sight.

Get off the gun.

Get down.

Hands behind your neck.

All right, turn around.

I've been following you for quite a spell.

Why?

Well, mainly because they've been following me.

Why, you halfwit, you led them right to us.

Yeah. Sure looks our way, doesn't it?

What'd you follow us for?

I told you I'd meet you on the way into Tucson, didn't I?

Shut up!

You get that gun off him.

That gratitude you were telling me about?

Come on, let's go.

You ride first, Estrellita.

You next, Randall.

And remember, you decide to get smart, I got this rifle ready.

Well, looks like we might have lost him.

I got a hunch maybe we ought to leave him here.

Oh, leave him alone. He's just trying to help us.

He's sure got a funny way of showing him.

Keep yourself, Richard.

Well, that outfit sure must have a good trail, man.

Thought maybe we lost him, huh?

Well, make for those mountains, and we'll double back. Come on, let's go.

Well, that's the last we'll see of them.

Bloodhound couldn't follow a trail through this country.

Yeah?

Well, then one of them must be a bloodhound.

Because they're doing it.

You been leaving a trail for them, Randall?

Listen, that rope they got will fit me just as well as it will you, pal.

Give me.

What's the matter? You got something there you don't want me to see? In the

Now give me.

That the reason you didn't want me to hang, Randall?

How long you been down my trail?

Ever since you left Texas.

Couldn't let a bunch of amateurs hang a thousand dollars worth of reward money,

could I?

You're crazy.

You pull that trigger and they're gonna hear you.

They're gonna be up here and they're gonna hang you out on the spot, mister.

Well, they gotta be slowed down.

And I can't think of a better way to do it than with you.

Now turn around.

out of this one, Randall.

Come on, let's go.

his horse here?

Probably just one of his tricks to slow us down.

He wouldn't leave his horse just for that.

Tucson's not more than an hour away. Do you figure that's where he went?

I'd just like to get my hands on Randall, that's all.

Where are your friends, Randall?

They're old friends of mine.

You helped them escape.

Well, come on. It'll go better with you if you tell us the truth.

Now, you talk.

Right.

I helped them escape.

Pringle's worth money to me.

What do you mean, money?

He's wanted it. He's got a price on his head.

How much?

Five hundred.

And you were going to keep it and not tell us?

Hold it, Bull.

I say hang him.

It won't get us the money Pringle is worth.

Look. Me, I'll make a suggestion.

We ride on into Tucson because that's exactly where Pringle's going to go.

We can nail him there in town and I'll split the reward with him.

Fourth of July celebration going on. We could have a party there for a long

time. I don't trust him.

Do you know anybody in Tucson that'll vouch for you?

Yeah.

The Marshal.

Why does he need somebody to vouch for him?

Because if he ain't who he says he is, there ain't no reward on Pringle.

I'm going to help you give that celebration in Tucson the same kind of

we'd planned for Fry Pan.

Come on, Bonnie Hunter.

Now, let's go and get it over with. We've got a real good party. Come on.

I've been expecting you, Judge.

Hello, Bergen.

Who's bringing who in?

What's the charge?

You know him?

Sure.

Bounty hunter, Judge Randall. Why?

He helped a killer escape from a posse near Frypan, Marshal.

Was there any law with that posse?

About that.

He helped Jake Pringle escape so he wouldn't lose the bounty. There's $500

Pringle's head.

Did you tell him that, Josh?

$500.

Yeah.

I may have been wrong about the price, but I was training for a month and I

hate to see a man hung for free.

Well, I'm sorry you boys went to all this trouble, but I'm afraid you're all

for a disappointment.

Take a look.

He was bent over his saddle to the hole right through his middle.

She gave me this.

That's how I knew you'd show up.

Yeah.

She clean the reward?

Yeah, she's still waiting in town for it.

The whole thousand.

A thousand?

But you said five. Yeah, yeah, I know.

Well, uh, who would have found it?

Last I heard, she was down the street at the Two Deuces.

Oh, the Two Deuces.

Listen, gentlemen, I want to thank you very much for your participation.

Hold it. Hold it.

Like I told you, he's a good friend.

I don't figure anything should happen to him while he's in town.

Besides, if you're going to go after Randall, somebody's going to get hurt.

And I've learned it usually isn't him.

You don't want to split that reward with me?

I'm sure.

You're a hard woman.

Not really, Josh.

I love Jake Pringle, I think.

But there are so many men in Arizona and so little money.

by Four Star.