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Care for a drink now?

No.

Morning, Mr. Jackford.

Morning.

Got a loose shoe on the left forefoot.

Well, Nils will fix it up for you right away.

Mr. Jackford, please, can I have a little more time on my note?

I'm sorry, Bert.

I can't do it.

I've just been plagued with bad luck, Mr. Jackford.

I've been carrying you for three years.

I'm through now.

Yes, but I'll have to sell everything I own.

Well, then sell it, and take your whimpering somewheres

else.

I'll be happy to handle your investments, Mr. Manning,

at any time.

Thank you, Mr. Hamilton.

That's very kind of you, sir.

Jackford!

Hold it!

Did you ever hear of assault, Jackford?

Nobody steals from me or mine.

And you're not the judge.

Now make a complaint, or leave him alone.

The law is the same for you as everybody else.

I'll take my own out in skin if I have to.

I figure he stole $2,000 from me.

Bookkeep, he calls himself.

Yeah, the best bookkeeper in the country.

That you can't add ain't my fault.

Numbers in a book don't mean nothing to Oat Jackford.

Cash in the box, that's what counts.

You're buying friends with my money!

Hey!

Well, it looks like Oat's full of beans today.

Thanks to him, I gotta sell out.

He never gives me a break.

See, I've been having bad weather recently.

We all get the same whether.

It's not Jackford's fault you get wet out of a bottle.

You just make the complaint, Asa.

He's got no right to beat you.

Go ahead.

You swear out one, I'll swear out one.

Manning, the next time I see you,

I'm going to get a rope around you

and drag the hide right off your back!

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Last time you tried that, it didn't work out

so well for you, did it, Oat?

Don't you ever get tired of throwing your weight around?

Hold it, Oat!

Oat!

Hold it!

Break it up!

All of ya, go home!

Oat, you're going to get out of town, and stay out of town...

Till you're grown up, and learn to behave like a grown man.

Do you want me to act peaceable?

You keep him out of my sight, and you

keep McCain out of my hair!

That old bear would rather fight than eat.

You'll do no more fighting in this town.

That's all right with me, Micah.

People just don't seem to cotton to Mr. Jackford,

in spite of all his money.

I gotta sell out.

Auction everything I got...

Just because of that man.

I wouldn't worry about it.

He ain't gonna be around much longer.

Good day, sir.

First time in North Fork?

That's right.

Coming in for the auction, eh?

No.

I have other business.

Well, being the banker around here,

I'm always interested in other business.

Won't need a banker.

You never can tell.

Hamilton's my name, sir, in case you change your plans.

My name is King, Mr. Banker.

Tom King.

I'll be staying here at the hotel.

If I change my plans, I'll let you know.

Micah!

Micah!

Take your time, John.

Well, I've got some news for you, Micah.

Tom King just rode in.

He's at the hotel.

Says he has business here.

Now, what are you going to do?

Howdy, boys. Howdy, Lucas.

Mark.

Well, maybe I'd better go and have a little talk with him.

What if he hasn't got a warrant?

No offense meant, Micah, but you can't handle him alone.

No offense taken, John. Who'd he be after?

You know?

I didn't ask.

All right.

What are you going to say to him?

How do I know?

Got time for coffee, Micah?

Tom King's in town.

I thought I'd pay my respects.

I'll come along with ya.

Well, that won't be necessary.

He's probably just riding through.

Well, where is he?

The House.

Wait here for me.

Can I bid at the auction?

It's your money.

Come on, Micah.

All right, now, friends and neighbors.

You all know Mr. Sanderson team of matched bays.

There they are, standing over there in their stalls.

$100.

All right, $100 I've got.

Who will give me $125?

Thank you very much, sir. $125.

I've got...

$150!

$150 once, $150 twice, and sold to that man

there for $150.

Tom King's in town.

Lucas and Micah are going after him now.

Who's he after?

That's what they're going to find out.

King picked a smart time to ride in.

Everybody's in for the auction.

A killer's luck.

It never fails.

All right, next item.

Now, friends, I've got an item here

that'll make you men drool.

I've got a hand-rubbed saddle here

that's just dying to be slapped on the back of your horse.

How well do you know King?

Well enough.

Any idea who he might be collecting on this time?

Nope. Did he stop by?

Show you a warrant?

Nope.

Que pasa, Lucas.

Micah, this is John King.

He'll kill you or your grandmother

if someone will write a warrant...

And if the price is right.

Morning.

You got something for me to look at?

No warrant.

Everybody thinks you came to North Fork on a job.

I did.

Without a warrant?

That's right, Marshal.

I can't let anybody but an authorized law

officer take a man in.

I don't plan to take nobody in.

You here to kill?

Who?

I asked you a question, Tom.

That don't necessarily mean that I answer.

I'm handling this, Lucas boy.

I know how fast you are, King, and I know how you work...

So let me tell you, you'll provoke no gunfights here.

Well, suppose somebody draws on me.

Nobody's ironheaded enough to do that.

I've got other information.

I've been paid.

Since when does the law hire killers?

I work independent now.

Slowing down, Tom?

No.

No complaints about my speed as yet, Lucas boy.

No, I just find that working for those with a grudge

pays better than doing a job some...

Old marshal can't handle.

You always were a dirty egg suck...

Lucas!

Well, it'll be a reasonably fair fight, Marshal.

Fair?

Nobody in North Fork has a chance against you.

Oh, I don't know.

Lucas here is pretty good.

Being good's what we got paid for.

Remember?

You rode with Tom King?

Once.

As a deputy.

But it didn't seem to take to him.

I tried to teach him.

But old Luke just didn't understand that dead or alive

meant dead to the law.

Saves time and money.

For a while there, it looked like him

and me was going to settle the matter,

but I just don't work that way.

Do I, Lucas boy?

No you don't, King.

You don't pull a trigger unless there's cash on the line.

$500.

Who was named this time?

Oat Jackford.

Why don't you tell this Oat Jackford I'm looking for him?

Will you?

It'll save me a ride.

Jackford?

Why him?

Tell him, Lucas boy.

I think I'll have me a drink.

$500 from Asa Manning, Micah.

$500 is all it takes, and you can name your man.

Well, he sure picked a winner in Oat Jackford.

Yeah.

Couldn't happen to a better man.

No, it couldn't.

Well, it's no worry of ours.

Jackford's a grown man.

In spite of that, I'm afraid I'm going to have to tell King

to take his business elsewhere.

Of course, Jackford doesn't have to draw.

No, anymore than he has to breathe.

You know, Micah, King wouldn't have

been so sure of himself if he hadn't heard about Jackford.

You know, if Jackford or anybody else draws first,

King's within the law.

You know, Lucas I figure this King's a practical man.

If he sees he's not wanted in this town,

I think he'll back off and leave.

Come on.

I want to talk to some people.

Here it is.

The rest of the 500.

My pleasure, Tom.

I work for you.

I don't drink with you.

That's a proud man for a man who sells murder.

Don't mean I drink with a man who has to buy it.

Now, folks, I've got a little item here that I think

will interest you ladies...

A beautiful brass bed, complete with springs and mattress.

Hold on a minute.

Did you talk to King?

What did he say?

What's he doing in North Fork?

He's got no warrant this time.

He's hired out to kill a man.

But I figure he can be chased, if all you

people will stand up with me and the man he's gunning for.

We're all behind you, Micah.

You betcha.

Who's he after?

Oat Jackford.

Now listen, Micah...

I wouldn't do anything for Oat Jackford.

I'm standing here watching my whole life

sold out from under me.

Why?

Jackford.

Jackford's the one who throws me out.

I'm telling you straight, I hate the man.

I'm not looking for a hole in the chest

for Oat Jackford and his San Saba Cattle Corporation.

That's a guy I wouldn't do anything for.

Jackford never did anything for me.

Now, you're making the folks nervous.

Come on, this is the day everybody

gets something for nothing.

How much you want for this brass bed?

How much of a bid?

$10.

My dear friends, the brass...

You never really thought they'd go for it, did you?

No.

Me, I'd rather have friends than money.

All right, $2.00.

You figure Oat will come in?

Well, I don't figure him to miss the auction.

How much of a bid?

$5.00.

Where you going?

I'm gonna try something.

Can you give me one reason why you should be the one to do

anything for Oat Jackford?

Well, let's say it's got nothing to do with Jackford one

way or the other.

Lucas, you're no Curly Bill.

I've never known you to pick a fight.

That's right, Micha, but you don't know Tom King.

I do.

You ever hate anybody, Micah?

That man's everything I hate.

You don't know what the word killer means till you've

seen King in action.

I've seen killers before.

Listen, Micah... murder rode into this town today.

Filthy, stinking murder.

He'll kill Jackford, and someday you'll be back...

Well, for you, or Mark, or...

Why don't you take a little more about Mark,

and let me worry about King?

Yeah.

Pa?

What is it, son?

You're not going to fight Tom King, are you?

Well, if I can help it, I'm just going to try and talk

him out of making any trouble.

And if he won't listen?

What then?

Drink?

Talk.

Look, King, uh...

I've got no particular use for Oat Jackford,

but this is my town, Tom.

I'm asking you to leave quietly.

I've been waiting for you to come around

and say something like that.

I've been remembering you.

And that rival.

You always were like a mother hen,

taking other folks' woes to yourself.

But not this time, Lucas boy.

You know, I've been remembering you, too, Tom.

When you were working for the law, you were a killer.

Even the ones that walked in with their hands up,

wanting to face trial, got shot.

Resisting arrest.

Oh, I brought a few in.

Some of them were acquitted, and that only meant half the money.

If you're trying to tell me that I turned killer,

you've said it before.

And louder.

I'm trying to tell you you're a grave-robbing child killer.

You'd cut your own mother's throat.

Don't forget I'm ugly.

And I smell bad.

Luke, I know what you're trying to do...

But I'm not fighting you.

I'm not looking for a fight, Tom.

Just expressing a personal opinion.

All settled?

Almost.

You go on back to the auction now, son.

I couldn't talk him out of it.

Why don't you try and stop Jackford from coming in?

Talk him into going back to his spread with some of his boys.

They'll stand up for him, even if the rest of the town won't.

All right.

I'll... I'll wait for him outside town.

But if you have any ideas, Micah,

about straightening out King by yourself, forget about it.

I already have, Lucas.

You'd better get back inside, and get warm.

To the scum of the Earth.

To the money they pay me.

King?

As Marshal of North Fork, I'm giving you official notice

to get out of town.

I'll give you my official answer.

I'm staying here until I'm ready to get out.

I've committed no crime.

You don't go, I'm going to throw you in jail.

That's your privilege.

I'd like to know what the charges are.

Disturbing the peace.

I thought I was walking soft in your town.

You're going to look pretty silly at the trial, Marshal.

If there ever is one.

All right.

Let's go.

I've got nothing but time.

Hold up, Jackford.

Oat, you... you'd better stay out of town.

Tom King's in the saloon, waiting for you.

Bounty hunter?

Yeah.

Manning's paid him to kill you.

Micah wants you to keep out till things quiet down.

If King's come to kill me, he's going to get a chance.

Oat, will you at least go back and get

some of your boys to help?

You can't handle King alone.

Can't I?

You Tom King?

That's right, Mr. Jackford.

He's Tom King.

Asa, I thought I spoke to you about staying around.

I'm visiting friends.

One minute after I'm finished with your hired gun,

you're going to be as dead as old mutton.

Any time, Mr. King.

Hold up, Oat.

Now, I don't want you stepping in to hen or to help.

I'm beholden to no man.

Jackford, will you listen?

You people listen to Oat Jackford.

This coyote came looking for me.

It's my fight!

Now, for the last time I'm telling you,

keep your nose out of my business.

Turn loose your dogs.

You'll do your killing out of town.

All right.

Let's take a walk, old man.

There's gonna be a fightin', isn't there, Pa?

There's going to be a killing.

I'm glad it's Mr. Jackford.

Don't you ever be glad a man is going to die.

Why not glad about Mr. Jackford?

That way I kinda like him.

Uh... I'm just glad it ain't you.

This far enough, Marshal?

Jackford hasn't got a chance, and you know it.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Jackford!

They tell me you, uh...

You're a horse thief.

That's a lie!

They say you got into a habit of juggling your own books.

I'm going to shove that right down your dirty throat!

Come on, old man.

Draw.

You got a gun? Use it!

Do you hear what I said?

I said draw!

You draw, King, and you'll hang for murder.

Draw.

Draw!

You've got a reputation.

Back it up.

I wouldn't take that from a dog.

Slowing down, Tom?

I'm gonna put you out of business!

Manning!

Manning!

Oat, you've cleared the field.

He was lucky, Oat.

He never ran into you before.

$500, Mr. King.

That's what I paid, and what did I get?

You shut your mouth.

I'm not putting a rope around my neck for you, or anybody else.

I'll get Jackford.

You'll get your money's worth.

No.

I'll get my money back.

Now.

You made a big mistake, Asa!

There isn't a jury in the state that'd convict

the man who shot Tom King.

I'm famous.

You're dead.

Killing a man after he's been beaten senseless is murder.

Even when the man was Tom King.

You're going to hang, Asa.

The country's better off with him dead.

You'll testify it was in self-defense, won't you?

You'll testify for me, won't ya?

Get going.

Come on.

But Marshal, I did you a favor.

Move along!

I'm glad Mr. Jackford's all right.

If Tom King couldn't kill him, nobody can.

Well, the only Oat Jackford will die is in bed,

with 30 great-grandchildren standing

around sucking their thumbs, waiting to count his money.

Come on.