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That's a Gatlin gun.

Keeps off the Rufflers or anybody else with a long nose.

Honey.

So you finally brought him.

Sure, Doc. Got him before he got out of bed.

You gonna take him into the boss?

Of course, Mark.

I hope somebody will tell me what this is all about.

There's a dying man upstairs. He'll tell you himself.

Mr. Randall?

Yes, sir.

I'm Clint Davis.

I guess they told you I'm dying.

Yes, they did.

That's why it was so urgent to find you and have you come at once.

They sure got me here all right.

I want you to find someone for me, Mr. Randall.

And you've got to find them quick.

Who's that?

Fifteen years ago, I tried to make a boy into a man.

My son, William.

He wanted freedom, adventure.

I couldn't make him understand that his place was here with me.

Finally, I tried to beat it into him.

I only drove him away.

You tried to find him yourself?

I got reports now and again.

Two years ago, he was at Summitville, drifting mostly, I guess.

He went under the name of William Harris.

There's $2 ,000 in it for you if you find him.

$2 ,000 for one son? That seems fair enough.

I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to treat this lightly.

what your boy looks like.

Well, I'm not sure now.

I guess he'd be tall and had the sandy colored hair.

Fifteen years is a long time.

What I mean is I need something to identify him by.

Wait a minute.

A brooch.

What? He took a brooch with him.

A piece of jewelry that belonged to his mother.

He loved her as much as he hated me.

I guess he'd still have that brooch with him.

Do you remember what it looks like?

Well, there's a black cameo, oval in shape, and garnets all around the...

What is that all?

That's all I can tell you.

Give me your hand, Mr. Randall.

I want to know what kind of a man you are.

strong hand, I guess the rest of you would be the same.

You see, when my heart started to go, my eyes went too.

Bring back a blind man's boy, Mr. Randall.

You haven't got much time.

Yeah, I remember.

That was a long time ago.

He used to do a bit of prospecting around.

Did Andy ever win?

No, he was a drifter.

Let's see, a couple of years ago, there was talk of some gold near Trooper

Junction. Seems to me he headed out for there.

Sorry, I can't help you anymore.

It's all right.

I'm a blackie.

Start talking, mister.

I've got nothing on my mind except the time of day.

Well, I'm looking for a fella. I thought maybe you might be able to help me out.

Sheriff's all I'm posse.

Jail's empty and I'm protecting the home folks.

Well, this man I'm looking for might be prospecting up here in your district.

Oh.

And his name might be William Davis or William Harris.

Oh. Who, what?

We got a lot of drifters through here, mister.

Look, cowboy, I want to poke somebody. I'd like to see what they look like.

Name's Tom Fix, deputy sheriff.

What's yours?

Randall.

Why are you looking for this fellow?

A man named Davis wants his son back.

That's it.

Clint Davis?

Davis Ranch?

That's right.

It's the biggest spread west of the Missouri.

What does this Davis or Harris look like?

Well, from what I understand, he ran away when he was a youngster.

A man can change a lot in 15 years.

Well, even if he was standing in front of you, you wouldn't know him.

Not from Adam. But I do know this. He's carrying a black cameo brooch with some

kind of stones around it. Mother gave it to him.

Just a hunch, but I think maybe I know your man.

Where would I find this hunch of yours, huh?

About time I got off my tail.

I'm down my own hunch.

Bring over the hotel if he's your man.

He looked like you could use a little rest.

I think a good thing.

Don't thank me.

Do the exercise.

Long ways from town. What brings you up here, deputy?

I mean, look, prospecting?

Haven't had any for 15 years. Don't expect it'll change now.

You know that brooch you carry with you?

Yeah. Mind showing that to my friend here? He's looking for a piece of

for his girl.

He can look at it all he wants.

It's not for sale.

Aren't he pretty?

Say, have we ever met before?

I'm sure we haven't.

I swear I've seen you someplace.

Quite a nice brooch.

I don't get it, Deputy. You ride all the way up here just so your friend can

look at this?

No, not exactly.

Your real name is William Davis, ain't it?

What makes you say that?

Because that's what it is.

Nobody after you, except your old man.

He's dying. He wants you back.

I swear after all this time, he wants me back.

Fifteen years I've been working to make it on my own.

Now I've got me an old beat -up hat, a Bible, an old Indian rope, a set of

silver spurs.

What do I have to go back for?

I told you he's dying. He wants to see you.

Never thought he'd ever want to see me again.

You'll own the Davis Ranch. That's worth close to a million dollars.

I guess neither of us thought it would end up like this.

Him want me back, me gone.

Sure seems strange.

All these hunters of yours could be worth a lot of money, couldn't they?

I was glad to be of help.

It's my job.

Well, I'd like to get cleaned up before we start back.

You go right ahead. My stuff's right over there.

I'll tell you something. As soon as I get my money, I'd like to pay you for

help. You're an honest man, Randall.

I like dealing with honest men.

Yeah?

I don't know about that, but... Yeah, go see him in the Davidson Telegram. Tell

him his boy's coming home.

See you later on.

Well, Mr. William Davis, how does it feel to be a wealthy ranch owner?

I can't thank you enough, Mr. Randall.

My pleasure.

Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to be alone with my son.

Yes, sir.

William?

Yes, Pa?

You sound different.

It's been a long time.

I've changed, too, in lots of ways.

How do you feel, Pa? Oh, fine.

Just fine now that you're back.

First, I was afraid he wouldn't be able to find you.

Then I was afraid you wouldn't want to come.

Well, I'm here now.

I'd still have Mother's brooch.

I knew you would.

I was counting on that.

Don't look at me, Pa. Why is that?

What? Didn't they tell you?

Tell me what?

I'm blind.

Everything's going to work out fine, Pa.

Never going to leave you ever again.

I'm going to stay right here.

I'm home for good.

That's the Gatling gun.

Yeah. Kind of noisy, isn't it? Yeah.

They're firing it off to let the neighbors know my boy's back home.

And, mister, I want everybody in the world to know it.

You take it easy now. Not too much excitement.

This is a party.

Why don't you leave me alone?

Excuse me, sir.

Would you excuse me, please?

Of course.

I hear you're leaving in the morning, Mr. Randall.

Yes, sir, first thing after breakfast. If I don't see you before I leave, good

luck, Mr. Randall. Oh, thank you. I always needed a lot of luck.

Won't you buy it?

Mr. Randall?

Yes, ma 'am.

You're the man who brought Bill Davis back, aren't you?

That's right.

I'm Constance Howard.

Yes, ma 'am, you sure are.

No, the doctor was telling me all about you.

Bill Davis and I grew up together.

He taught me to ride when I was six and throw a lariat when I was eight.

Well, you must have been able to talk a little time together then.

That's what I want to talk to you about, Mr. Randolph.

What's that?

The man you brought back is not William Davis.

I thought you were going to leave here three days ago, Randall.

Well, we kind of figured I'd stay around, see how you make sense. What are

two mumbling about over there?

I was just asking the doctor if he thought you had any time to talk to your

with all these people around here the last couple of days.

Well, why didn't you ask me?

Because of that old pill pusher?

Well, as a matter of fact, we haven't.

William says we should bury the past and think only of the future.

William is not my old son.

What do you mean?

All the bitterness, all the old arguments, gone.

I've got a real man now to take over for me.

Mm -hmm.

I thought you meant something else there.

What else?

Well, for a minute there, I thought you meant that maybe William wasn't your

son.

You're the one that found him for me.

How could you even say such a thing?

You're worth a lot of money.

Almost anybody would be happy to be your son.

You're talking crazy, Randall.

Why, he had Margaret's brooch.

And when I put my hand on his face, I knew it was my son.

I tell you, I know in my heart it's my son.

Do you understand, Randall?

I know it in my heart.

Randall.

Randall, I don't know what you're up to, but to suggest a thing like that is the

surest way to kill Clint Davis I know.

You brought this boy back.

Let him die in peace.

Wait a minute. I'm not doing that for the fun of it. I got paid $2 ,000 for

bringing Davis' boy back home.

I don't get paid for making mistakes.

Morning, Josh.

Morning. Nice day for a ride. Mind if I tag along?

If you do.

You

know,

this is a big spread of land here. You're going to be happy, William.

I owe a lot of you, Josh.

Tell me a thing.

Listen, you know, your father was a smart man to fence in this area.

Yeah, Pa was always smart.

He never let his cattle run in the open.

Well, it's funny. Sherman told me that he just fenced this place about eight

years ago. He cattle wrestlers are.

Oh, yeah, these fences. But the south quarter was always fenced.

That's so.

Yeah.

Oh, I just found it on the post.

Well, one of the workers probably left it out here.

Oh, yeah.

Let's get back to the ranch.

Sir, did you pass someone in the hall just now?

Pass someone?

No, Mr. Davis, I just came in.

I didn't see anyone.

Something wrong?

No.

No.

Sure this will get there today?

Well, let me see here.

Deputy Sheriff Tom Fix, Grangerville.

Well, we have no trouble with the wire between here and Grangerville. No doubt

about it, Mr. Davis. You'll get it today.

Right.

Tom, I'm glad you're here.

What's happening to you?

First you send me a letter, the old man's blind, everything's fine.

Then I get a wire meeting me here. You're running scared.

What happened?

I'll show you.

I found the hat on a fence post.

The Bible was in my bureau drawer.

Spur was tied to my saddle.

He's alive.

He's come back.

That's impossible.

You thought I killed him. You shot him, but did you kill him? He was a dying

man. Die is not dead.

We wrote off, didn't we?

We were so sure we never even looked back.

You get a hold of yourself.

It's a logical explanation. What about Randall?

He could be in back of this. Sure, that's his hat, his spur, his Bible.

It'll end up around our necks.

He's dead.

I know he's dead.

He's out there waiting for us.

There's nothing we can do.

He's still alive. We can kill him again. That's what we can do.

For a million dollars, I'm willing to kill a man twice.

you

Yeah, he's just as dead as the real William Davis.

Don't try it or I'll kill you.

James, behind your head.

Well, it's... it's all over.

At least he died thinking his son would come back.

Where did you find the things to trap Adam Smith?

Hmm?

Oh.

Indian scouts found the real William Davis before he died. Sent all of his

personal effects back home here.

Well, bye.

Where are you going now, Mr. Randall?

Well, I promised Mr. Davis I'd bring his son back home.

That's exactly what I'm going to do.