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Here's adventure!

Here's romance!

Here's O. Henry's famous Robin Hood of the Old West...

The Cisco Kid!

(gunshot) What's that, Cisco?

A rifle shot, Pancho.

Come on!

Cisco, this man is dead.

Pancho, it looks like a dead Choctaw, I think.

Yeah, I think so too, but what made me think, Cisco,

that he is?

Well, for one thing, it's the coat the he's wearing.

That's the kind of a coat that Lighthorse wears,

the Choctaw police.

I wonder what brought him this far south.

Maybe he didn't like it in the north, it's too

cold up there.

There's a letter.

"To the Cisco Kid."

Cisco, you Cisco.

And it says urgent.

Wait a minute, Pancho, let's see what it is.

Hurry up.

"Dear Cisco, in the name of our old friendship, meet me at

the council house in Tapanooga as quickly as you can.

This is truly a matter of life and death.

Sincerely, Charlie Ponca.

PS: If you don't arrive by the next moon,

it will be too late."

Who is this man what writes this letter, Cisco?

It's Charlie Ponca, Pancho, a very good friend of mine.

I haven't seen him in many years.

I hope he's in not bad trouble.

We can get there, to Tapanooga, before the next moon.

Tapanooga? (laughs) What that?

Something good to eat?

No, Pancho, Tapanooga is an Indian town in the

Choctaw nation.

Oh, an Indian town!

Then I can buy a good Indian blanket for Loco, huh?

Pancho, the Choctaws are not Navajos, they do not

make blankets.

No blankets?

No blankets, amigo, no blankets.

Oh, Cisco, look, you tell me this,

the Choctaws is the Indians, ain't it?

And they live in "wigglewams."

And these "wigglewams," sometimes they get holes,

and the wind blow through, and the Indians, they get cold,

you know, in the "wigglewams."

And they don't got no blankets, and-- (chuckles)

How are they gonna keep warm?

Pancho, the Choctaws are Indians.

But not all Indians are alike.

Now, look, Pancho, blankets, wigwams-- I don't have the time

to explain it to you now.

You'll see it for yourself.

Come on, let's go.

I understand what you say, but I don't know what you mean,

Cisco.

Cisco.

Charlie.

Pancho, this is Charlie Ponca, my good, old friend.

How.

How.

Does he speak English?

Speaks it?

(chuckles) He stampedes it!

Cisco, Pancho, may I introduce my wife Molly?

And her Uncle Fred Tofo.

How do you do, senor?

Charlie, I got your letter.

It must have been very important because the man who was bringing

it was murdered.

Murdered?

Yeah, he didn't even get time to pull out his pistola.

I had no idea this would happen.

Wait, I will tell you later.

Charlie Ponca, have you anything further to say

in your behalf before sentence is passed?

Nothing I have not already said, Your Honor.

Charlie Ponca, you have been found guilty of the murder of

your neighbor, Walt Wabango.

The council saw no cause for mercy, so it is the word of

this court that you shall die the way of Choctaw law.

You will be here tomorrow.

The court has spoken.

Charlie, what is this all about?

I don't understand it.

I didn't kill anyone, Cisco.

I am completely innocent, but I couldn't prove it.

Charlie, the thing is simple, you make a run for it, and Cisco

and I will stop the Darkhorse at the door.

Lighthorse, Pancho.

Thanks for the offer.

I could escape without trouble, but that would be dishonorable.

And to a Choctaw, it is better to die with honor

than to live without it But, Charlie,

if you don't want to escape, why did you write to me

to come down here?

Because I want you-- I'm a fine host, worrying you

with my problems before you've had a chance to rest or eat.

We'll go to my house, and I'll explain there.

Hate to spoil your fun, Fred, but those two in there

are Pancho and Cisco.

What I'm siding up to is maybe our work ain't finished yet.

The judge says Charlie's gotta die.

And with Charlie, what the law says is final.

Maybe.

I've been wrong before, but not often enough to get used to it.

If you need me, you know where to find me.

To make it brief, Molly and I are certain

that our land here contains oil.

Valuable oil that could do a lot of good for the Choctaw nation.

So does the adjoining property which belonged to my friend and

neighbor Walt Wabango.

Wabango?

But that is the man you're accused of killing.

He's the one.

I wanted Walt's property to develop with my own.

And Walt finally sold it to me.

That same night, he was killed, and all the evidence was placed

so that it looked like I murdered him for his land.

But he didn't.

No.

I've never killed a man.

But this, I don't understand.

You didn't never kill nobody, and because you got all this

Choctaws honor you talkin' 'bout...

You can't run away, huh?

And you die tomorrow.

That right?

That is right.

Well, then why you write the letter, and what do you want

Cisco to do?

I want Cisco to shoot me.

What?

When a Choctaw is condemned to die, he asks a close friend

who is a good shot to execute him.

It is only fitting that a friend send him painlessly

to the great spirit.

Cisco, you're a fine shot, and you are my friend.

I can't-- I can't shoot you, Charlie.

Will I have to get someone else?

Someone who is not as good a shot, but a better friend?

Yeah, but Cisco, he is your good friend, but he don't want

you to die at all.

And, well, maybe Cisco-- You heard the judge,

I die tomorrow.

It is well you honor the law of your nation.

Charlie, as the council judge

I am the bowstring of the law.

But as a man, I shall grieve for you.

I am your friend.

I shake your hand.

Cisco, you gonna do this terrible thing?

If I don't do it, Pancho, Charlie would get somebody else

to do it for him.

He'll believe that in his last moments of his life

I betrayed him.

All right, Charlie, let's go.

Cisco, my friend, I am ready.

(gunshot) Pancho,

we'll take Charlie to the cabin.

We'll keep him there until the funeral.

Charlie looked so-- so peaceful.

Molly, please don't suffer so.

Charlie's not dead.

He's alive.

He's not dead?

No, Molly, he's not dead.

You see, Molly, I couldn't kill Charlie,

but I had to shoot him.

Otherwise somebody else would have.

My bullet just creased his cuff, enough to knock

him unconscious.

He's alive!

He's alive!

He's alive!

And, Molly, please wash that wound

and then bandage it.

I will, Cisco, right away.

Cisco, why didn't you tell me what you were going to do?

You got me so in worry and "nerveless," and my knees

is chattering.

(chuckling) I'm sorry, Pancho,

but I wanted you to look worried.

I didn't want anybody to suspect that I wasn't

going to kill Charlie.

I know what you wanna do.

You wanna make everybody believe that Charlie is still dead,

and that will give us time to find the real killer, huh?

Right, amigo.

Yeah, what if Charlie wakes up--

Oh, if he wakes up and find out he's not just a little bit dead,

he-- Cisco, he's gonna be awful mad at us.

Pancho's right, Cisco.

Charlie's sense of honor will make him give himself up.

And next time his execution will be permanent.

Then we must stop Charlie from giving himself up.

At least for a while.

Molly, you'll have to help us.

If Charlie wakes up, he'll block anything that we may do to find

the real killer.

We've got to keep him this way, unconscious.

Unconscious?

You mean, say, for a few days?

Just about.

I can do it.

I have an herb.

We Choctaws use it as medicine.

I'll get some right now.

Wait a minute.

We must find someplace to hide him where nobody will find him.

We'll put him up in that loft.

No one goes up there.

But, Cisco...

what about the funeral tomorrow?

People will know.

The people will have their funeral.

I'm sorry to fool them, but it must be done.

We'll bury a dummy.

(Pancho sobbing) What's the matter, Pancho?

Oh, Cisco, funerals always make me cry!

Pancho, it isn't going to be a real funeral!

Charlie is alive.

Yeah, but nobody will know that, not ever Charlie.

Cisco, it's too bad Charlie couldn't even see his own

funeral, eh?

Oh, it's past time for Charlie's sleeping medicine.

If I don't hurry, he will wake up.

Cisco, maybe she knows some Indian who can make a blanket

for Loco, eh?

Not now, Pancho.

Forget the blankets!

We've got to take care of Charlie.

Come on.

Cisco, will you hand this to me when I get upstairs?

Sure.

(door knocking) Molly, there's somebody

at the door.

I'll be right down.

I'll answer it, you stay here.

I wanted to speak to my niece.

I think I've got an answer to your problems.

Can't it wait, uncle Fred?

Right now I feel a little-- I know, you feel miserable

and confused.

That's why I want to talk now.

Besides, I promised poor Charlie I'd look after you.

I know you've been too unhappy to think of it yet, but

someone's got to handle the management of the property here.

Oil drillings, all the things that Charlie planned.

The things you can't do yourself.

Well, perhaps you're right, but right now I can't think of

anything practical.

I understand, of course.

What's that?

Oh...

Oh, I was cleaning some-- some of Charlie's things,

you know, putting them away.

Some of the water must have spilled.

Well, Molly, call one me for anything at all.

Oh, I will, Uncle Fred.

Thanks.

(Pancho and Cisco whistling) That was a close shaving, eh?

it sure was close, Pancho.

(door knocking) Come in slow and easy.

Oh, howdy, Tofo.

What's on your mind?

You still want a piece of Charlie Ponca's oil,

you've got to give me a hand.

Let me see...

Last time you dropped that bait, We sent Walt Wabango to

the happy hunting-ground and fixed it so Charlie Ponca

got the blame.

Who you fixin' to give to the great spirits this time?

Charlie Ponca.

Now, Fred, you got no right coming 'round here talkin' a lot

of nonsense.

Why, Charlie's up there right now chatting over old times

with his ancestors.

Sent across the great divide by the Cisco Kid himself.

I think Charlie's still alive.

Alive and asleep in his own house.

Hm, that Cisco's a bad one.

Never gives a man a chance to relax.

First, I want you to deliver a note.

Just toss it through one of the windows.

Me and the government both in the mailing business.

Next thing you know, I'll be opening up my own post offices.

All right, let's go.

He's sleeping like a baby.

And the wound on his head is almost healed.

Senora, you know, my horse Loco need a new saddle blanket.

Do you know where I could buy a nice Indian saddle-blanket--

(window smashing) Whoever it was has gone.

Cisco, look.

"If you want proof of your husband's innocence, come at

once to Walhalla Creek.

A friend."

Pancho, Molly and I will go.

You stay here and keep an eye on Charlie.

It might be a trick.

Come on, Molly.

Ain't you the busy one.

I'm gonna smoke Pancho out.

Well, why don't you just throw it on the floor?

I don't want to burn the barn down.

This place may be mine someday.

Throw a match in there.

Nobody's here.

I don't like this.

I don't like it at all.

That medicine you gave Charlie, it's got a pretty strong smell.

And I just keep thinking that maybe your uncle noticed it.

Don't you trust him?

I don't know.

It's just that he wants to take over all your property.

I think I better get back.

Right now.

Come on.

Here he comes.

You smoked him out all right.

(gunshot) (gunshots)

(grunting) Cisco!

Hello, Molly!

Pancho.

Hello, Cisco.

Hello, Charlie.

Hello, Pancho.

Glad to see you.

Glad you could come.

You got my letter.

Yes, we got it.

Is something wrong?

I hope we don't want Cisco to shoot you again, do you?

That whole thing's over, Pancho.

Fred Tofo and Curly have been found guilty of everything.

Hmm.

I've got something to show you.

Something you two made possible.

A new school for Choctaw children.

It's beautiful, Charlie.

It's very well planned.

It's a bell, look!

Pancho, I got a present for you.

A blanket you wanted.

A blanket for Loco?

(chuckling) Ah, ye--

I bought it in the general store, army surplus.

Ooh, Cisco, I hope Loco didn't want to join

the army, huh?

Oh, Pancho!

(laughing) Oh, Cisco!

Well, this is where we leave you, amigos.

But we'll be back soon.

Look for us!

(laughing)