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[ theme music playing ]

Whoa! Whoa!

Well, we can't
go around it.We'll have to move it.

Better keep a sharp
lookout, though.

Hey, you fellows
will have to give me
a little help

to pull this thing
off the road.

[ gunfire ]

He's dead.

Don't waste time
on that chicken feed.

Here's what we're
looking for.

[ shot fires ]

[ groaning ]

[ groans ]

Hello, Mr. Umber.

Still looking for your
pattern of crime?

That's right, Marden.

Still looking.

Lot of pressure on the council.
People of Gunnison
want some answers.

I've given them
their answers.

These outlaws
come out of nowhere,
they leave no witnesses,

and then they disappear back
to where they came from.

And always seem to know

when a stage strongbox
carries gold.

Seven robberies.

Twelve men dead,

and not a clue.

Well, I'd point out
to you, Mr. Councilman,
that your townspeople

are very loathe to
leave their businesses
to ride posse.

That's changed.
We had a meeting
this morning.

From now on,
our number-one business

is to catch these
robbers and murderers.

Everything else
is secondary.

That's been my
number-one business
for some time.

[ door opens ]

Sheriff.Yeah?

Telegram from Montrose.

The Gunnison stage
never got there.

It's four hours late.

Here we go.

Five men shot and killed.

How much can money mean
to some people?

You ever been
without it?

Plenty of times.
Sam Bennett.

Clay Garnet.

Had a drink with them
not more than two
weeks ago.

Doesn't seem to be
any identification
on this one.

UMBER:
They're all pretty well
stripped of their belongings.

I do know who
he is, though.

Name of Trampas.

This was lying
on the ground
near him.

Letter of introduction
to a rancher in Gunnison.

He was supposed to
select breed cattle

and take them back
to Wyoming.

MARDEN:
Doesn't look like
he's gonna make it.

All right,
let's get 'em
back into town.

What about a posse?

Too late now to
round up the men
we need.

Morning will have to
be time enough.

[ horse whinnies ]

Hello?

Anybody home?

Hello, son.

WOMAN:
Don't touch that horse.

I, uh...

I called a couple times
and nobody answered.

I didn't hear.

I don't know
my way around

this part of
the country.

Um, there was
a stage holdup
and I got away.

I mean, uh...

Look, mister, I mind
my own business.

Now, why don't you
be on about yours?

Is there a town near here?

Yes.

That's something.
How far?

Oh, not very far.

If I was to scream
real loud,

I suppose they could
hear me down at my...

I mean, the sheriff's office.

You couldn't hear me
on the other side
of the house.

Fact is, you're alone
out here, aren't you?

No.

My husband's around
here someplace.

Well, I reckon
he's in the house.

Well, in that case,
you don't have to
worry about

them hearing you
all the way into
town, do you?

Look, ma'am,
I mean you no harm.

Now, if your husband's here,
I'll deal with him.

Otherwise,
I'll deal with you.

The horse and the saddle--
how much?

Why, they're not
for sale.

Uh, I'll give you $40.

All right, ma'am,
I got no choice.

You're getting a bargain,
and you know it.

There's $42 there.

Forty for the horse
and bridle

and $2 for whatever
you might have
on the stove

that I can eat.

Deal?

Where are you going?
I...

Lady,

my head hurts,
I'm tired
and I'm hungry.

Now, are you gonna
make me eat out here
on the steps?

Evening.

Dear, the gentleman's
staying for supper.

Oh, we aren't fixing
anything fancy,

but you're welcome.

My name's Ellie.

Mine's Trampas.

Howdy.

Why, goodness, what'd
you expect to find?
An outlaw or something?

Ellie!

What's the matter, son?
You look scared.

There's no need
to be.

Uh, tell you what.

You know how to
saddle a horse?

Why don't you go out
and do that for me,
and, uh,

that'd save me
a job.

You heard
the gentleman,
Jonathan.

Go saddle up
your daddy's horse.

Uh, don't tell me
your husband's hiding
in there too.

Ellie, that stew's
gonna take too long.

Why don't you put up
some eggs and some
side pork?

Lordy, that sounds
mighty good.

Thank you.

Mm!

For a minute there,
I thought you and me
might be friends.

Oh, I was
hoping so too.

Ellie,

cut some bread.

Ma'am, I, uh...

I understand how
you must feel,

me coming in here
wounded

and looking like
a trail bum
or worse, but, uh,

well, I'm as much
a victim of circumstances

or, uh, whatever
they call it
as you are.

I mean no harm to you
or your family.

Believe me.

Ellie,

you're a mighty
fine cook.

Uh, when I get
everything all
squared away,

maybe I can, uh,

repay your daughter
with a new dress

for this meal or...

Well, I, uh,
guess I'd better
be going now.

Thanks again.

Don't move, friend,
or you're a dead man.

Oh, thank God!

You all right?Yes.

I'm sure glad
to see you.Quiet.

Give me a chance
to ex--I said quiet.

I knew who he was
the minute I saw
that gun.

Yeah.

Doesn't leave
much doubt,
does it?

I'll take him
into town.

It'll be dark before
you can get him there.

Don't worry.

He so much as wiggles,
and it'll be his
last move.

All right,
on the horse.

Uh,

town sounds like
a pretty good

holler away, lady.

Thanks for supper,
Ellie.

It ain't always easy
being a sheriff's wife.

I'll be back as soon
as I take care of him.

Uh, can I say
something?Go ahead.

I'm not sure I know
what this is all about.

I was riding the Montrose stage,
and three men held it up.

In the fight,
I was wounded.

Five men were killed.Yeah, I know.

The outlaws left me for dead
along with one of their own.

When I came to,

I started to head
for town.

This is a long way from
the trail to Gunnison.

Look, I told you,
I was wounded.

I fell off the horse,
the outlaw's,

and I, uh,
started walking.

Now, that doesn't sound
too convincing, does it?

Look,

my name's Trampas,
and I'm no outlaw.

And I can prove
who I am.How?

By sending a telegram
to Medicine Bow, Wyoming.

I work at a ranch
called Shiloh.

They'll send somebody up here
to prove who I am.

Well, mister,
I know who you are.

You're an outlaw.
You were wounded
holding up that stage.

You fell off your horse,
and your friends left you
there for dead.

Now, wait a minute.
I can prove who I am
right now.

I had a letter
of introduction.

Sure, you did.

They must've taken it.

This gun is your letter
of introduction, mister.

The only thing known
for certain about this gang

is that one of its members
carries a gun just like this,

a fancy gun,
and uses it.

I took it off
the dead outlaw.

Fired recently?

Of course.
I told you that.

You're not telling me
anything, mister.

My wife knew who you were
the minute she saw this gun.

There'll be a whole town
full of people who'll be
the same opinion as my wife.

There's a whole
town of people

gonna feel mighty foolish
after I send that telegram.

Maybe.

All right,

let's move.

You know, I'm beginning
to feel a little bit
worried about you, boy.

That supposed
to be funny?Look at it this way.

There's a lot of folks
in Gunnison that
have reason to be

a little bit high
where you're concerned.

A lot of folks
have been killed--

fathers, sons,
friends.

That's lynch talk.I know.

Uh-uh. Straight.

I thought the road led
straight into town.

It does.

I'm beginning to think
it's best not to take
you straight into town.

Now, hold on.

Move.

What do you claim
your name is?Trampas.

Funny thing.

We sent off a telegram
this afternoon about
Mr. Trampas.

Saying what?

Saying he was dead.
Shot in a stagecoach
robbery.

All those folks
back in Wyoming
are gonna think

Mr. Trampas is dead.

I'm a hard man to kill.

Funny thing.

Guard dead,

driver dead,
three passengers dead.

One of them
was an outlaw.

The other two--

who got away?

I got a good look at 'em.

If I ever see 'em again,
I'll know 'em.

[ pistol cocks ]

Hyah![ whinnies ]

[ hoof beats pass by ]

There she is, Betsy,
bright and shiny as
a new double eagle.

Thanks.

But not worth
half as much.

Where you been?
You were supposed to have
been riding line this morning.

Well, Betsy said
she might want
to go along,

so I thought I'd saddle
her horse for her.

What's the matter?
Can't you put leather
on your own horse?

Sure, I can,
smarty, but...

Your father
in the house,
Miss Betsy?

Why, no.
He's in Medicine Bow.

I didn't know.
The foreman here?

No, he's with him.
Is anything wrong?

Could I see you
a minute, Steve?Yeah.

Big secret.

Steve?
Is anything wrong?

Saddle me a horse,
will you?

What's the matter?
Can't you put your own
leather on either?

Steve...

I have to leave, Betsy.

Give this to your father
when he comes in.
That'll explain.

Trampas? Dead?

All right, men.

You wanted action.
Now you've got it.

But just remember this.

I've got his gun.

This man just won't
be taken alive.

That's the gun
the sheriff took
from him, men.

I think it tells
the story clearly enough.

All right, let's go.

TRAMPAS:
Well, I'll be.

I'm sorry.
I, uh...

I know what you
must think. I, uh...
I didn't expect you.

What...
What do you want?

Uh, is there a horse
that goes with that wagon?

No.

Now, look, I...

I'm not gonna hurt you.
I promise you that. I...

I want you to
take me out of here
in that wagon.

I want you to take me
to Gunnison.

When we get there,
I'll let you go.

There is no horse.

Um, I'm sorry.

Let's go get him.

Come on.

Whoa.

What is it?

It's a wagon.
Come on.

Give me the reins.

[ whistles ]
Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah!

[ whistles ]
Hyah!

You give me no choice
but to take you along.

You said you would
let me go.

And have you
bring them down
on my neck? No, sir.

Looks like they're
heading for the canyon.What's between here and there?

MARDEN:
Couple miles
of open country.

Then it drops off
straight up and down.

What'll we do?

We'll leave
the horses here.

We'll split up
in twos and threes,
fan out,

and crowd 'em
right up to the edge
of that cliff.

What about the girl?She's helping him,
isn't she?

And she's
a Chinaman.

We can't just
shoot her down.
I know her uncle.

Oh, sure.
We all know
old Ning Yang.

He's a doctor--
an herb doctor.

Eh, don't fret.

Nothing will happen
to the girl she
doesn't insist on.

All right,
fan out.

Once they reach the edge
of that cliff, there's
nowhere for them to go.

That's right.
Nothing but sheer bluffs.

We'll rest here
a minute.

What's your name?

Kim Ho.

Mine's Trampas.

Trouble is, nobody
will believe me.

Why are they
hunting you?

They think I'm somebody
they want real bad.

Montrose is the nearest town,
isn't it, outside of Gunnison?

Yes.

I, uh, I want you
to take me there.

Oh, it's a long
walk from here.

I haven't any choice.Have I?

Sorry, no.

If I let you go,
you'll make it that much
more easier for them.

This man they
think you are--
what has he done?

Robbed a bunch
of stagecoaches,
killed some people.

What's out there
ahead of us?

Just the canyon.

Well, we'd better
get moving.

They say there is
no way down.

Well, Kim Ho, we're,
uh... we're just gonna
have to find one.

What are you
going to do now?

I don't know.

You seem pretty calm
about the whole thing.

I have done
nothing wrong.

Why don't you
give yourself up?

I wish I could.

If what you say is true--

It's true enough.
But there's a man
up there wearing a star

who doesn't want me to
prove who I really am.

Could you do so?

If he'd let me live
long enough.

Why Sheriff Marden
want to kill you?

I don't know.

Do you know him?

Yes.

For a sheriff,
he's mighty free
and easy with a gun.

My uncle says
he's an ambitious man

without a heart
and therefore dangerous.

If you could reach town,

how would you prove
your innocence?

By sending a telegram.

I could go to Gunnison
and send the telegram for you.

Yes, you could,
if your friend Marden
would let you.

Sheriff Marden
is not my friend.

I am Chinese, you see?

No, he's no friend
of mine either.

Are you really offering
to send that telegram?

Yes, I will send it.

You can also tell Marden
exactly where I am.

Yes.

Why would you want to
do this for me?

Because I do believe
what you say.

You do?

I speak the truth.

Besides, as you said,

you don't have
a great deal of choice.

All right.
Now, listen to me.

Judge Garth,
Medicine Bow, Wyoming,

Shiloh Ranch.

They'll send somebody
up here in a hurry to
clear this mess up.

Only, um, don't take
too long, huh?

All right.

[ gasps ]

One peep out of you,
and I'll break your
Chinese neck.

Now, I want to know
where he is.

Back there.

I want to
know exactly.

He said he's innocent.
He can prove it.

Oh, of course, of course.When you speak to him,

let him give
himself up
without shooting.

All right.
Just for you,
I'll do that.

If I could only
believe you.

Oh, you can
believe me.

Now, show me.

Let's go.

Hurry up, hurry up.

How much farther?

Not far.
Past those rocks.

All right.

You so much as warn him,
and I'll shoot you dead.
Do you understand?

Move.

There's a clearing
just down there.

That's where he is.

You'd better be right.

Oh.

He was here.

You pretty,
lying heathen.

Get him, men!
Trampas, I'll kill you!

[ gunfire ]

I didn't tell you,
but I know the way
down the cliff.

Come.

You hurt?

Fan out.

Shoot on sight--
to kill!

The girl too.

[ whistles ]He called you "Trampas."

He knows who
I am, all right.

Oh, he must be
out of his mind.

No.

But like your uncle said,
dangerous.

You brought him right back
to where you left me.
Whose side are you really on?

I didn't know for sure.

Well, you know now,
don't you?

There's a ledge below.

Come, I'll show you.

Hurry, Trampas.

They couldn't
just disappear.

UMBER:
But they did.

That girl you were
sticking up for--

she's in it
with him now--
all the way.

I don't believe that.Well, I know it.

Mr. Marden!
Look!

They made it.

To think I had that man
right in my hands--

right in my hands twice!

What's down there?Wilderness,
all the way to Canada.

They ain't got
no horses.

The girl will
slow him up too.

Yeah, that's right.

Even if we could get down
there, we'd be on foot,
the same as they are.

All right. All right,
we'll head back to town,

get fresh horses, something
to eat, and come around
the long way.

By morning, we should be
hot on their trail again.

Let's go.

Looks like they're leaving.

How long will it take them
to find another way down?

Several hours, even if
they travel very fast.

Well, that's
something, anyway.

How far is it to Montrose?

A day's ride.

Makes a long walk.

You don't have to
come along.

This way, Trampas.

Bedroll was
in the stage.

This was lying
alongside him.

Do you recognize
any of these hats?

If we'd known anybody
was coming so quick,

we'd have held off
the burial for a few days.

Was he a good
friend of yours?

Well, son,

what'd you say
your name was?

Hill.
Steve Hill.Mm-hmm.

Well, Mr. Hill,
if you'll sign
a release,

I don't see any reason
why you can't take
his belongings

and go back where
you came from.

Got fresh horses ready,
Mr. Marden.

Good.We're going out
to look for the man

we think killed
your friend now.

It'll only be
a matter of time
before we catch him.

You're going
after him now?That's right.

I'd like to go with you.

Now, wait a minute, son.

You're not familiar
with this country.
We'll be riding fast.

I won't get
in your way, Sheriff.

All right.

Glad to have you, son.

You see how it is,
Councilman?

Your townspeople show
precious little interest

in capturing their outlaws
once the excitement
has died down.

Then you should welcome
a willing hand,
it seems to me.

My experience,
a man who has
a personal interest

in a manhunt
gets in the way
more often than not.

All right, men.

Twice I've tried to capture
this man we're after alive.

Two mistakes.
I don't want any more.

That understood?

Let's go.

UMBER:
Weather looks heavy.

STEVE:
That where we're headed?

That's where
we're going, boy,

come hell
or high water.

Well, this'll keep
the rain off, anyway.

If the gods are kind,
it will rain.

Rain will wash away
our tracks.

It'll also slow us down
getting to Montrose.

My uncle says

it is difficult
to make a dragon
smile at you

without singeing
your hair.

It is good
to hear you...

hear you smile.

Hear me smile?

Kim Ho,
what are you doing

out here in the mountains
all by yourself, anyway?

My uncle and I
have a cabin.

You would need
to know my uncle
to understand.

In China,

he was a very
important man.

He wore his honors
with great humility.

Unfortunately,
we were also
very poor.

So he came to this country
to make his fortune?Yes.

In San Francisco,
we learned

what our opportunities
really were.

He could have sold me
for a considerable amount.

Instead,
he chose to use

his knowledge
of herbs to
earn the money

so I at least might
return to my homeland.

Do you want to go back?

Oh, with all my heart.

So it's been that bad?

When I was
a little girl,

my father told me
I was like

a beautiful doll
to be adored,

and that my ancestors
were royal family,

and that the red
blood of royalty

bruised my veins.

Here, I am something
even less than a woman,

and my blood is yellow.

We are truly outcasts.

Oh, yes, Trampas,
I want to go back.

Here I am only
the Chinaman's niece.

Here, you're that
and much more.

Oh, it is
a very small "here."

But you make it
seem much larger

and very pleasant.

Well, it's a...
start, anyway.

[ thunder crashing ]

Trampas?Hmm?

What are they like?

What are what like?The ladies you know.

[ chuckles ]
Well, uh,

actually,
punching cows

isn't exactly
the line of work

where a fellow
gets a chance to
meet many ladies.

Oh, you are modest,

and that is a quality
to be admired.

You are also
tall and handsome,

so I am sure
if you do not
seek out the ladies,

ladies will
seek out you.

Well, Kim Ho,

there's a difference
between a lady
and just a woman.

How do you mean?

Well, uh, in Gunnison,

you've seen
the dance-hall girls?

Yes.Well, uh,

they're, uh,
they're women.

Uh, and then
there's, uh...

uh...

Well, you're
a lady.

I am also a woman.

Trampas?

Thank you.

It's funny how cold
it gets so quick.

I'd better not
chance a fire.

Kim Ho, uh...

I'm sorry.

For what?

You've got enough
troubles without me.

Well, looks like
our rain's gonna
pass us by.

The dragon did not
smile after all.

No, it didn't.

Without food
or horses,

how do you expect to
escape from them?

I don't know.

Trampas?

I will help you.

No, you've, uh...
you've done enough
to save my neck.

I will take you to my uncle.
Our cabin is not far.

So that's how you knew how
to get down from the cliff.

It takes great patience
to search out
the proper herbs,

and some of them
grow best

from the crevices
of the canyon wall.

At your cabin,
do you have a horse?

Yes.

Well, what are
we waiting for?

What will you do,
Trampas?

Well, I've got some
money, more money
than that horse is worth.

I know it will
put you out, but...My uncle will understand.

Kim Ho, um...

there are some people
who are, uh, stupid.

Yes.

But not everybody.

Only ones who matter.

A few narrow-minded
people

here and San Francisco,

well, that doesn't
make up the whole world.

We'd better hurry.

Blood.

Wait here.

Do not move!

[ groans ]

Kim Ho!

Uncle!

[ groaning ]

He's been shot.

They were here,
all right.

Yeah. I'd say they're
not too far ahead of us.

Let's go.

It's a bad wound?

Bad enough, but I think
he'll be all right.

What are you
thinking?

I'm, uh, thinking
I'd better make tracks.

Trampas,

those things
I said back there

about people,
your people--

I did not mean them
for you.

Why not? I dragged you
all over the countryside
against your will.

Only at first
because I was afraid.

Later, it was not
against my will.

Still, it, uh...

I have learned
a great deal
from you.

Like what?

The qualities I accused

your people of lacking,

you have them all.

Whoa, now.

You think I mean things
like being brave

or heroic.

What do you mean?

I mean, you're kind,

even gentle,

and with a love
for life,

yet to survive
you must be something,

something perhaps
you do not want to be.

I mean,

you...
we are...

really much alike,
you and I.

All of us.

You know, I...

Trampas...

[ coughing ]

Uncle, this is
Trampas.

He's a friend.
He fixed your wound.

How'd it happen?

Highwater.

"Highwater"?

It's a small town
about ten miles from here.

UNCLE:
Two men...

I was only
passing through.

I meant no harm.

It's all right, Uncle.

They said

I must dance.

They shot their guns
at my feet,

and one of
the bullets

must've struck
a rock and...

At first,
I thought you

were one of them.

Seems like that's getting to be
a habit of everyone's lately.

How did he look like me?
It's important.

Tall, yellow hair.

And the other one?

Dark.
A red shirt.

Thanks.

Take it easy, huh?

What is it?

Oh, not much.
He just described
the two men

that got away with
that stage robbery
and got me into this.

What will you do?

Well, the way I look at it,
I've got two choices--

either to keep on running
and try to get to Montrose
before that posse does

or try to catch up
with those two and clear
myself of this mess.

It will be Highwater.How are you so certain?

Because with you,
it will always be better
to fight than to run.

Yeah.

That rifle.

Empty.

You mean there are
no shells?

My uncle is not
a man of violence.

You'll be
all right here?Yes.

Uh, I'm going to
need your horse.

In case I don't
get back,

here's, uh...

Kim Ho's done enough
for me already.
Here's $40.

That's more than
enough to cover...

KIM HO:
Trampas?

I'll, uh, get
your horse back to you

as soon as I can.

[ hoof beats ]

See that he's
not out back.

Well,

your gentleman friend
deserted you, huh?

What do you want?

Your niece helped
a killer to get away.

No.

All right.

Now, where is he?

I don't know.

You aided and abetted
his escape.

For that, in case
you don't know it,
you can buy time in prison.

Where is he?

Just a minute, Marden.
She's still a woman.

Ha!

Mr. Umber, you are known
as a fair man.

You must stop this
before an innocent man
is killed.

You must tell us
where he is,
if you know, Kim Ho.

Oh, but he's innocent,

and none of you will
give him a chance
to prove it.

Not even you.All right, all right.
Now, talk.

Don't touch
my niece again!

He's hurt. Don't.

"Hurt"?

Chinaman,
how are you hurt?

I asked you
a question.

Shot. He was shot.

"Shot"?

Well.

Seems to me we've got
a pretty good case right here.

Two outlaws escaped.
We know she was in cahoots
with one of them.

Now the old man
turns up nursing
a bullet hole.

That's absurd.

Why is it absurd?

He's been around as long as
these holdups and killings
have been going on.

Please leave him be.

Then will you tell me
what I want to know?

Chinaman,

you want your niece
to go to prison?

Maybe hang?She has done no harm.

She's hiding a killer.

Now, spill it!
You know where he is!

Stop.
You will kill him.

Leave him alone.[ Uncle grunting ]

I thought you said this Trampas
was a friend of yours, son.

He was.

But he wouldn't like this
any more than I do.

Just trying to catch
a killer, son.

Find another way.

All right.

Take him outside.No! No!

He takes too much pleasure
in other persons' pain.

All right, then.
Will you tell me
where he's hiding?

Please.

Trampas would understand.

He went to Highwater.

Let's get him!

Please.

Trampas is
your friend?He was, yes.

This man they're after,
he said his name is Trampas.

[ hoof beats receding ]

Anybody can use a name.

This man they want,
I believe he speaks
the truth.

[ Uncle groaning ]

Help me, please.

This man-- what did
he talk about?

When he talked about himself,
what did he talk about?

About a place called Shiloh

and the man he worked for,
Judge Garth.

What'd he look like?

Young, like you,
very tall,

and light-colored hair,

and when he smiles,
his face is warm

and his teeth
very white,

and if you can reach him
before Sheriff Marden,

you can know for sure.

Ride with the wind!

Hot day.Mm, tolerable.

No business inside?

Only customer
just left.Oh.

I'm, uh, looking
for two men.

Uh, two men
in particular,
I should say.

Friend of mine said
he saw them here yesterday.

These wouldn't be
too hard to remember.

One was tall, light-haired.
Partner wore a red shirt.

And they sort of liked
roughing people up.

Hard types to forget.

Your friend gave you
a bum steer, mister.

Nobody like that here--

yesterday or
any other time.

Sure.

Well, I think
I'll stick around,
take a look anyway.

MAN: Hey.

That friend of yours
you was talking about--

that wouldn't be
the old Chinaman
Ning Yang, would it?

Maybe.

Friend of mine too.

We've shared plenty of bacon
and beans over campfires
in these hills.

Them herbs of his
is good for my
rheumatism too.

If a man was
interested in

finding the two fellows
that shot him up...I'm interested.

Well, I heard 'em say

that they was gonna camp
at the Eagle's Roost.

You can't miss it.

Just keep bearing that way
as you go out of town.

Finger rock sticking up
just like that.

Thanks, old man.

There he is!
Come on!

Don't take chances
with him.

Marden!

Marden!

What do you want?

I want to talk.

Keep his attention
down here.

Wait a minute.
Maybe he wants
to give up.

Well, just make sure
he doesn't put
a bullet through your head.

Now, stall him.

This is Umber.
Go ahead and talk.

The real killers
are above me.

Umber, I can prove
I'm innocent.

I want to talk
to you...

in person.

And don't take
too long to decide.

Trampas...

Move one more muscle,
and I'll kill you.

Steve.Just passing by.
Drop it.

I don't know how
you got here, pard,
but you're welcome.

Get over there.

What are you
gonna do?Well, that depends.

[ gunshot ]

Chick! Lacy!
Help me!

There's only
two of them!UMBER: You're wrong, Marden.

Dead wrong.

I can explain.

You'll get your chance.
No wonder they always knew
which shipments carried gold.

So he really
is Trampas.That's right.

Listen, give me
a break, huh?

Like you did me?

Look, I can fix it
so you never have
to work again.

You'll be rich!

Sure, Marden.

I was hoping
he'd try that.

Well, I guess
you don't need
my help this time.

I guess not.
How are they
doing up there?

All right.
One down, one--[ man screams ]

Correction--
none to go.

Trampas,
after you left,

I told my niece
that you would

take care
of yourself.

Well, uh, with
a little help.

Your horse is outside.

Mr. Umber said
he'd return the wagon
and the other horse later.

We've got a long ride.

Yeah.

I'd better get
the horses ready,

with a ride
that far.

Goodbye, sir.Goodbye.

Take care of
yourself, now.

Goodbye, Kim Ho.Goodbye, Steve.

[ door shuts ]

I, uh...

All I can think
to say is "thanks."

It is I
who am thankful.

You taught me
something

I shall not forget.

Me?Yes.

From you I learned

it is always better

to fight
than to run.

Then you're not
going back to China?

No.

Well, maybe we'll see
each other again.

I'd like that.

Goodbye, sir.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, Trampas.