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Message to Mr.

Jason Nichols, Green Branch, Nebraska.

Have picked up fresh trail Sammy Wong not far ahead. Meet me this afternoon.

Signed, Josh.

That's it. It'll be $1 .10.

Mr.

Black.

If you want to fight, Mr.

Caulfellis, fight on the streets.

Little fella, he work for you? Hey, best bouncer I ever had.

Yeah, I'll bet.

Well, uh, I'd like to meet him.

Hey, Sammy.

Yes, boss?

He got a visitor.

He'll be right here.

Come on.

No.

You, uh, your name Wong?

Now, what do you want to know for her?

Well, I was, uh...

and plan on taking him back to a town called Ellsworth for the murder of Lewis

Cameron. You know I... Where is that sawdust little sidewinder?

You say one little fella did all this?

They got off lucky, Doctor.

If you'd wanted, Sammy could have killed you quite easily.

I suppose I should have told you when I hired you.

Wong is a master at karate.

Karate? The science of striking killing blows with a hand or foot.

It's taught from early childhood.

My father caught him rifling our safe a month ago.

Wong killed him with a single axe -like stroke.

An accomplished karate man can fell a horse or even a small tree.

Where'd this fella come from?

My father hired him last year during a trip through the Orient.

Wong is Korean. Most karate men aren't.

Well, you know what this fella looks like.

Go after him yourself.

As I explained, Wong knows me and my men too well.

Is this thing any good for riding?

You stay off horses for at least a week.

You don't want these ribs to come unglued.

And you won't be able to continue hunting?

Yeah, well, uh... Jason here will go after him.

But if Wong should reach San Francisco, he has relatives there. They'll help him

get out of the country.

He won't. There's only one road out of town going west. Jason will be on it,

right?

Right.

But, uh, how will I be able to recognize this man?

By the right hand.

His callus along the striking edge.

From constant practice.

Well, I hope you're feeling better, Randall.

Much obliged.

Good luck, Jason.

Doctor. Thank you.

Jason.

Look, this fellow Wong, he don't look like much.

You stay away from him. He's already killed one man. Doesn't look like he

whip a dog.

Get him nailed down and you send for me, here.

I'm a big boy now, Josh.

I know, and I'd like to see you get a lot bigger.

Listen, if I were you, I'd start with a stable.

You're going to need a horse to get out of town, huh?

All right, I'll keep in touch.

Take it easy.

Yeah, and you be careful.

My advice would be that you drink a bottle of whiskey for breakfast, lunch,

dinner for the next few days.

You mean that's supposed to help my ribs?

No. Keep you lying down, though.

That'll help them.

Yeah, I see what you mean.

Yeah.

Yeah.

He gave me a good price for him. Said he had the money coming to him over at the

saloon. Well, what kind of a horse do you take?

Bay and white paint.

A good runner, too.

Hey, I'll get paid, won't I?

I don't know.

But it's just as well you didn't argue with him.

You two fellas come along looking for somebody?

No, no, not Ticker. Just passing through and we saw your fire.

Any reason somebody should be looking for you?

No reason.

That's a mighty likely looking animal you got tied up back there.

You sure you didn't steal him?

No steal.

Oh,

Janny, help yourself here.

I'm sure a little...

Friend won't object.

Now, ain't he being real neighborly -like?

Matter of fact, I am a mite hungry.

You know what I figure, Shani?

What do you figure?

I figure we met up with one of them runaway coolies who's been working on

railroad.

You know, I hear tell that they saved the money for two, three years, and then

they lied out for China.

Mm -hmm.

Don't seem right he should be carrying all that good government money back to

one of them heathen countries.

No, sir, don't.

Where's your money?

No money?

Now, don't lie to me.

I say no money.

I don't lie.

Now, you tell me where that money is, or I'm going to cut you from that belt

right up to that wishbone.

Now, where is it?

I say no money.

Sure looks like I'm on the right track.

Where'd he go?

Who are you?

I'm just a peace -loving citizen looking for a little fellow by the name of

Sammy Wong.

From the looks of you two, I guess you met him already.

I didn't get much chance to ask his name.

Is he riding a brown and white horse?

That's the one.

Thanks. What's wrong with him?

Too much karate, I guess.

So long.

Hey, wait a minute.

You ain't just gonna run off and leave us like this, are you, mister?

Yes, I am.

Well, it don't seem right the way that heathen treated us.

What'd you try to do to him? Nothing.

Nothing at all. We just stopped by here real friendly -like, and he jumped us

when we wasn't looking.

Just real friendly -like with guns.

Chumley, Chumley Cove.

I own this here stable.

What about that paint? Who owns him?

Little Oriental fella. He left him here a couple of hours ago.

Say where he's going?

No. He didn't say when he's come back, either.

Is he in trouble? Did he steal that there horse?

No, nothing like that.

I just don't want to miss him.

Now, look.

You take care of my horse.

I'm going to bunk in there.

When that fella comes back, don't you tell him I'm here.

You just wake me up.

You can't funk here.

My daddy always said you can't buy friendship.

I found out you can rent it once in a while.

Good night.

Yeah.

Hey, what time is it? Eight o 'clock. I didn't want to wake you.

That fellow been back here?

No.

There been a stage out of town this morning? Yeah.

But I don't think your friend caught it.

Why? Well, Miss Hopstrasser, she's the lady that runs the restaurant down

She's talking to him. Why?

She say she saw Wong?

Yeah, the little fella. He came in last night for a handoff. Said he was looking

for work.

Well, uh, where's her place?

Oh, no, she didn't hire him.

She just told them about the railroad putting on men.

The railroad?

Yeah, it just went through here. They're laying tracks west.

Thanks.

Crew around?

Having lunch.

Is there a small oriental in there with him?

Sure is.

Much obliged.

Mr. Cummins, I'm looking for a fellow by the name of Sammy Wong.

He's wanted for murder back in Kansas.

I was told he's working for you. Wong?

Could be.

Well, don't you know?

My name? No, I'm afraid not. They do all the hiring back in Hastings. I just put

them to work.

Names don't mean too much out here.

Just muscles.

Well, could I question some of you men?

Not too many of these Chinese speak English.

Well, the one I want does.

Now, looky here. You start talking to these boys, telling them they're working

with a murderer, and I'll wind up with no crew.

Look, I got a friend that's coming here that knows Wong.

Now, there must be some way I can keep my eye on him till tonight.

Well, could be.

Hey, do you happen to know a fellow by the name of Sammy Wong?

He came to work here yesterday.

No Wong.

Thank you.

Find out anything?

Yes, sir. I found out I don't like to peel potatoes.

War's up.

By the way, just thinking, I got a boy around here that speaks English and

Chinese.

He'd probably help you find this fellow Wong.

Like talk to him?

You bet.

The man here would like to ask a few questions.

Give him what help you can.

Yes, boss.

Thank you.

Jerry, there's a man by the name of Sammy Wong.

Well, now, this fellow speaks English, and he's got a very hard hand.

His talus is on his knuckles.

You know him?

Oh, him in the bunkhouse.

He's in the bunkhouse now?

Now. Thank you, Jerry.

Hey, Josh, come on. Well, Jerry.

One of the men saw Sammy running that bunk tent over there.

Go ahead. I'll take the front.

Stop where you are.

Get those hands up high.

It's all over.

You all right, Jason?

Yeah, I'm glad he showed up when he did.

Boy, he's a walloper, isn't he?

Yeah, how you doing?

I don't feel like wrestling bears, but I'll be all right.

Listen, Jase, come on, we better get him out of here.

You have to lift him by yourself. I'm not going to be able to.

It's too bad.

What's that?

I had me a day's pay coming.

Sorry. Yeah.

Yeah.

Mr. Ryan.

You were successful, I see.

Congratulations. Hello.

What you doing out here?

Oh, I had my associate, Mr. Ginther, keep an eye on you.

He advised me when you left, and we simply followed.

Ginther? Yeah.

I wouldn't do that, Mr. Neal.

Now, if you will both throw down your guns, please.

The guns.

No, of course you wouldn't get it. When I hired you, I could hardly explain that

Sammy hadn't really killed my father.

That he'd only seen him killed.

Well, who did do it?

My father was a greedy man.

He chose to spend his time in idle travel, spending large sums of money,

me to wait for my inheritance.

And you kind of speeded things up, huh?

Yes, exactly.

My plan was to shoot Wong and blame him for my father's death.

Unfortunately, he escaped.

Naturally, Sammy couldn't go to the sheriff for assistance.

It would have been his word against that of a respected landowner.

Yeah, well, can't do you any harm now, so why don't you just let him go?

No, I couldn't do that.

You see, if he got to San Francisco, he has relatives there.

They might have been able to bring pressure to bear. They have influence.

So you see, Mr. Randall, I had to find him.

That's where you were of great help.

Yep.

Thank you.

I'm afraid the payoff isn't going to be exactly what you expected.

Now, I'll have to make it appear Sammy killed you both before I got here.

Get that fella up.

Dead. His neck's broken.

What about Sammy? Sammy?

Yeah. I thought I'd be...

I'm thankful for a broken rib.

I see what you mean.

How much obliged do you say?

You want to get that fill out of those handcuffs?

Yeah.

Uh, take those things off if, uh...

You promised not to hit me.

I promise.

Well, did you get him all tucked in for the night?

Yeah.

Listen, they're not going to hold you, Sammy. You're a free man, but you've got

to report back to Ellsworth. You know, testify at Cameron's trial. You

understand that?

There you go.

I guess that calls for a little refreshing.

Yeah. You know, I always heard if you want to learn anything, you got to keep

your eyes open.

Well, when Sammy and I was out there waiting for you, he showed me this

trick. I want to show you. What's that? Oh, wait here.

Now, try to hit me right there.

Try to hit me.

Now, listen, Jason.

Didn't your daddy ever tell you that a little knowledge is a dangerous thing?