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[ Grunting ]

[ Gunfire ]

Nice shootin'. [ Man ] This one's alive.

[ Spectators Murmuring ]

If I'd have known this was your town, I'd have stayed out.

- Better get him to a doc. - Don't touch him.

Let him bleed away his life right here, right now.

[ Man ] Mister, do something.

There were four of you men.

You make the third. Who was the other one?

I'm gonna stand right here until you're dead.

- Look, Emmett, I think you'd better get him to a doc. - You stay out of this.

[ Exhales ] You ain't gonna let me die like this.

- Try me. - [ Wincing ]

- McMasters. Charlie McMasters. - Where is he now?

- I don't know. - You're a liar.

[ Groans ] Last time I seen him, Silver City.

Pick him up.

I suppose you-- you want me to turn in my badge.

When I do, I'll tell you.

I could use a few answers though.

- Is he dead? - He'll live until we hang him.

No thanks to you.

Suppose you tell me what that was all about.

Two years ago,

four men raided a farmhouse near Sandersville.

There were only two people there at the time.

The owner and his daughter.

They, uh, killed the owner.

And his daughter lived long enough...

to... give me a couple of names.

- You knew her? - Yeah. I knew her.

I caught two of 'em.

The others split off, and I finally lost their trail.

He-- He was one of 'em.

John, I want time off.

That was a long time ago, Emmett.

That's what I try to tell myself.

And I almost had myself believing it...

till I saw him out there.

Do I get the time off?

I might as well give it to you. You'll go anyway.

Thanks. Emmett.

Wearing a badge doesn't give you the right to commit murder.

[ Scoffs ] Killing him wouldn't be murder.

Oh, you know better than that.

Maybe you didn't two years ago, but I don't think...

you're the same man you were two years ago.

[ Door Closes ]

[ Laughing, Chattering ]

Whiskey.

You, uh, been here long?Five years. Why?

Lookin' for a fella with a name of McMasters.

Charlie McMasters. You know where I could find him?

I got a pretty good idea. He's dead.

Him and a party got jumped at Cripple Creek by some renegade Sioux.

How long ago? Six months.

Huh. You sure?

Well, I didn't bury him, but that's the word I got.

All this happened at Cripple Creek?That's right.

Thank you.

Ryker?I'm Ryker.

- You're under arrest. - What for?

Carrying a gun. It's against the town ordinance.

What do you mean? Everybody's carrying a gun.

They live here. Ordinance only applies to strangers.

How'd you know who I was?

John Brannan's an old friend of mine. Wired me you were comin'.

Well, then he told you I was his deputy.

It doesn't make no difference here, son. You comin'?

- It's your town. - That's right.

All right! All right. Now, what are you tryin' to do, wake up the whole town?

- Let me out of here. - You'll get out when I say you get out.

-Now, you want some breakfast? -No, I don't want any breakfast!

Let me out of here! When do, uh--

- When do I see the judge? - The judge is out of town.

When does he get back?

Well, that depends on a lot of things.

Whether the ground he's prospectin' is worth anything or not.

Say, two-- um, maybe three weeks.

All right, now, look. I went along with you for a night's sleep,

and I was willing to pay a little fine if you wanna play it that way.

- But now I want out of here. - I'm afraid it isn't that easy, son.

All right, Marshal. What's on your mind?

Well, you might call it protection.

Yours or one of the local voters.

One of them might take a shot at you, and you might shoot back.

Either way, that wouldn't be good,

and I wouldn't want a friend of Brannan's killed in my town.

And, besides, we don't have enough voters to spare as it is.

Why would anybody wanna take a shot at me?

You was asking about Charlie McMasters, weren't you?

Well, what's that got to do with it?

Well, from what I hear,

there's some that'd shoot you because they'd think you're a friend of his.

And there's others that'd drop you because they'd think you're an enemy.

You might say the local voters have strong feelings about McMasters one way or the other.

Yeah. Well, what's your feelings about him?

He hasn't been around since I got here, so I never laid eyes on him.

- All I know is what I hear tell. - Are you sure he's dead?

Mister, I ain't sure of anything. I wouldn't bet on the sun rising tomorrow morning.

Marshal, all I wanna do is to get up to Cripple Creek...

and make sure McMasters is dead and buried up there, that's all.

Oh, uh, you gonna plant some posies for him?

[ Groans ] Any flowers on that grave, I'll pull 'em out.

Well, seein' that you're not a friend of his, maybe we can make a deal.

[ Chuckles ] What kind of a deal?

Well, a friend of mine doesn't know too much about this part of the country.

Wants to get up that way. You could kind of act as a guide. All right with you?

[ Exhales Sharply ] All right.

Good. [ Chuckles ]

Besides, it's, uh, safer traveling by twos.

I'll be ready to leave in an hour.

Mind you, I think you're goin' on a wild goose chase.

But if you got your heart set on goin', then--

You better mount up, huh?

Well, uh, you all set?

As soon as you give me my gun back.I got it right here.

Come on and meet your traveling companion.

[ Clicking Tongue ] Come on.

Uh, this is Emmett Ryker.

Miss Lucille Carver.

[ Sighs ] All right. This is some kind of a joke. I haven't got time.

It's no joke.

- You-- You mean you expect me to take a girl along? - You didn't tell him.

He didn't ask.Now, wait a minute.

No, you wait a minute! Both of you!

You've been hangin' around this town for two weeks trying to get to Cripple Creek.

Now, you're headed in that direction. There's no stage to there.

So she can't ride all that way alone.

So I figured it was a good way to kill two birds with one stone.

Oh, you did, huh?

After you're through at Cripple Creek, you can take her on to Fort Shields.

That's but 15, 20 miles further on.

They'll take good care of her there.

Well-- Well, what makes you think I'm gonna go along with this?

Because you said you would.I didn't say anything about--

You said you'd travel with my friend. Now, you didn't ask me who my friend was.

So unless you're the kind of a man whose word doesn't mean anythin'--

Now, look. She doesn't always dress like that.

I just thought it'd be a good idea in case somebody saw you from the distance.

They'd figure it was a man and a boy traveling.

- You know, the men up here are wild. - Well, how do you know I'm not?

I don't. But I'd know who to look for if anything ever happened to her.

Here. Have yourself a good trip. You too.

[ Sighs ] All right, let's get goin'.

We, uh, better rest a while.You don't have to stop because of me.

No, we're resting the horses and get something to eat.

Better sit for a spell.

It's gonna be a long day.

If you don't mind, I'd just as soon stand up.

Don't worry about me. I'll keep up.

Oh, um, I ain't worrying about you.

Aren't you gonna eat something?

I'm not hungry.

In other words, you didn't bring anything to eat, huh?

I didn't have time. The sheriff told me just a few minutes before we left.

Here. Go on.

You don't have to take care of me.Let's put it this way.

If you don't eat, you'll get faint.

And if you faint, I'll have to carry you. You see? So eat, huh?

Uh, you, uh--

you mind telling me something?

Depends on what it is.

Well, uh, I'm just wondering...

what a tenderfoot like yourself's doing in this part of the country.

I came from Philadelphia to find my father.

He's at Cripple Creek?

The last time I heard from him, he was.

Well, why didn't he meet you at Silver City...

instead of letting you make this trip?Because he's dead.

You heard about the massacre at Cripple Creek?

Uh, yeah. Six months ago.

It took his letter a while to catch up with me.

I didn't know about the massacre until I got here two weeks ago.

And you're going up there to visit his grave, huh?

- You could put it that way. - Well, how would you put it?

In his letter that I got from him, he said he had struck it rich.

Nobody in Silver City seems to know what happened to his fortune.

Does that answer your question?

Yeah, I guess so.

Are you ready to ride?I'm ready.

[ Grunts ]

Huh! Hyah!

Whoa.

All right, this way.

I never thought that rabbit would taste like steak.

[ Chuckles ] I guess they don't eat rabbit in Philadelphia, do they?

Lots of times, I would have been glad to have had some.

- Rough times? - I'm not crying about it.

You don't cry about anything, do you?

I used to. But when I got to be seven, I quit.

Yeah.

I gather you weren't too fond of your father.

Well, how can you be fond of someone you haven't seen since you were a kid?

All right, mister. Since you're so curious, my mother died when I was five,

and my father stuck me with some relatives, and then let out.

The letter I told you about was the first time I'd heard from him since then.

You said it took a long time to catch up with you.

I didn't like the relatives any more than they liked me.

So when I was old enough to make it on my own, I took off. Still curious?

No, not particularly.

You haven't said why you're going to Cripple Creek.

There was another man in that massacre. I, uh--

I want to find out, make sure if he's dead.

Why?

We'd better clean up.

[ Galloping Hooves ]What is it?

Shh.

Who was it?I don't know.

Is somebody after you?I don't know that either.

You don't know, or you don't want to tell me?

Look, if somebody starts shooting at me, it won't be any secret.

Now, you'd better-- you'd better turn in.

Tomorrow's gonna be another long day.

Let me have that. You get some sleep.I can--

Yeah, I know. You can take care of yourself.

You told me that before.Well, I can.

Yeah, I know. You'd better get some sleep.

It doesn't take two people to wash two dishes.

Miss Carver.

You, uh, forgot something.

I feel safer now.

Pleasant dreams.

We must've missed 'em.No sense in goin' back.

We'll pick 'em up at the creek.

[ Ryker ] We'll head upstream.

If your father and the others were prospecting,

they'd work the creeks, potholes and cut banks.

This could be it.

[ Gunfire ][ Whinnying ]

You all right?Yeah, I think so.

All right, stay down.

[ Gunfire ]

- Can you shoot a gun? - I've got this one.

- I don't mean a toy one. I mean a real one. - I'll try.

Look up at that hill. There's a cluster of rocks up there. You see?

[ Gunfire Continues ]I see it.

When I tell you to open up, you point this at those rocks.

- You pull the trigger as fast as you can. - What if I hit somebody?

[ Chuckles ] Chances are you won't.

Use both hands. Both hands.Okay.

[ Hammer Cocks ]

All right. Open up!

You did fine.Oh.

There's another one up on that hill right below that patch of brush.

We'll do it again. [ Gunfire Continues ]

You ready?Yeah.

Open up!

Is he dead?

Yeah.Oh.

You know this man?

No. Why would he want to kill us?

Not us, Miss Carver. You.

If they wanted us, they'd have picked me off first.

But that first shot was aimed right at you.

Let's go look at those graves. I'll take care of him later.

Oh.What's the matter?

I think I'm going to be sick.Oh, no.

No, it's all right. Everything's all right now.

Hey, you know somethin'? I didn't think...

you were quite as tough as you tried to sound.

You all right?Mm-hmm.

Come on.

[ Lucille ] Not even a marker.

Who buried them?We'll find out when we get to the fort.

You-- You know how many men were in the party with your father?

They told me in Silver City there were six men.

Six men.

Six graves.

That man you came here to find out about-- Was he a friend of yours?

No.Why did you come all this way then?

What would you have done if he hadn't been there?I'd have gone on looking.

So you could kill him yourself?

Why do you say that?

It's the truth, isn't it?

We'd better get on.

[ Man ] Forward, ho!

[ Man ] Company, halt!

March!

I'd, uh, like to see the commanding officer.Yes, sir. Just a moment.

[ Knocks ]

Two civilians would like to see you, sir.Ask them to come in.

Yes, sir.

I'll bet I look a mess.No bet.

The major will see you now, sir.

Thank you.

Good day, gentlemen. What can--

Oh, excuse me. I--

The marshal asked me to escort Miss Carver here from Silver City.

He thought it might be advisable if she didn't look too feminine...

in case we met anybody on the road, you know.Oh, I see.

Miss Carver's father was one of the men killed at the Cripple Creek massacre.

- Oh, I'm sorry. - She thought you might have some information about it.

Well, that happened before I was stationed here,

so I'm afraid I don't know too much about it.

Oh. But I'd be glad to offer any help I can.

Perhaps a hot bath and a good meal might do as a starter.

I've almost forgotten there were such things.

Mason?

Yes, sir?

Take Miss Carver to my quarters and ask Mrs. Mallory to make her comfortable.

- Yes, sir. - Perhaps she can find some things of our daughter's.

- Thank you. - See you later.

[ Door Closes ]

Sit down, Mr.--Ryker. Emmett Ryker.

Well, there's a report about it here in the files.

I read it when I first got here.

Incidentally, I thought it best to get Miss Carver out of the way...

before I got the report out.

As I remembered, it was a pretty rough deal.

I, uh-- I noticed there weren't any markers on the graves.

They couldn't identify any of the bodies.

The soldiers from here found what was left of them and buried 'em...

along with the renegade they killed when they rode in.

I only saw six graves.

That's right. Five white men, and one Sioux.

You sure of that? There were only five white men buried there?

- That's what it says here. Why? - I heard there were six white men in the party.

I guess one of them got away.

Hmm. Well, the question is, which one?

You think it might have been Miss Carver's father?

Well, that's one possibility.

Only one chance in six.

Perhaps it might be wise if we didn't mention this to her...

until I see if I can find out more about it.

Oh, Mason? I'd hate to get her hopes up.

[ Door Opens ]

Yes, sir?

Mason, I want you to check with the sergeant major.

See if there are men on the post who were here when the Cripple Creek massacre occurred.

If there are, I wanna talk to them.

Yes, sir.

While we're waiting to hear, how would a drink and some supper strike you?

Fine.

I'm afraid the odds of finding her father aren't very good.

I've won against bigger odds.

There you are.Thank you.

Well, good luck.Same to you, sir.

Ah. Hello, my dear. This is Mr. Emmett Ryker. My wife.

Ma'am.I'm delighted to meet you.

Miss Carver has been telling how kind you were to bring her here.

I'm afraid it's been a pretty rough trip for her.

Well, I quite agree, judging by the way she looked when Mason brought her to me.

But I think we've been able to make a few improvements. [ Door Opens ]

We were just talking about you. Our daughter's away at school,

and, fortunately, Miss Carver and Sally are just about the same size.

For which I am grateful. Mr. Ryker.

Haven't I seen you someplace before? No, I guess not.

Let's sit down, everybody. Supper will be ready in just a few minutes.

Tell me, Miss Carver, where is your home?

I'm from Philadelphia.

But I moved around quite a bit since I was a child.

I moved around quite a bit too since I was first married.

But everywhere you were was home, wasn't it? Yes.

Wherever I was, it was home.Well, now.

With that training, Miss Carver would make an excellent army wife.

We must introduce her to some of the young officers, Mary.

Perhaps Miss Carver has other plans.

[ Chuckles ] I'm sure you've enjoyed your life.

But all I want is a place that has glass in the windows...

and thick walls to keep out the cold air, and a roof that doesn't leak.

But most of all, I-I want a place all of my own...

with someone in it that belongs to me... and who I can belong to.

Oh, I-- I didn't mean to sound maudlin.

You didn't, my dear. Not at all.

[ Knocking ]Come in.

Sir, I spoke to the sergeant major.

Excuse me. Mr. Ryker.

We'll be right back.

[ Door Closes ]

That's one of the drawbacks of army life.

How many times he's said "I'll be right back,"

and how many times supper's gotten cold waiting.

[ Chuckles ] Enough of that.

Tell me, Miss Carver, what does Mr. Ryker do?

I don't know.

[ Chattering ]Ten-hut!

At ease.

Major. What can I do for you?

I understand you were here when the massacre happened down in Cripple Creek.

[ Bartender ] Yes, sir, that I was.

Most of the troops was out, so they made me go on the burial party.

I'll never forget it.

Now, the record shows they buried five white men and one Indian.

That's right, sir.

Well, Mason here tells me you know something about the sixth white man.

- The one that got away. - Well, no. I never exactly said it was the same man.

I'd have no way of proving that.

Suppose you tell me what happened.

Well, uh, the next night,

just before I was closin' up,

a man come in here all tuckered out, bought a bottle of whiskey.

Now, what struck me odd was when he come to pay for it,

he went outside.

Came back in with a bag full of gold dust.

Well, I-I measured out the right amount.

And when he left, I went outside to see where he got it.

Would you believe it, Major?

He was leadin' a pack horse just loaded down with gold bags.

[ Mallory ] You're sure that's what they were?

Well, if they wasn't, I don't know why...

he'd load a horse down that way. Did he say anything?

Uh, no. Just asked for whiskey.

He had a funny look in his eyes, like he was kinda dazed,

or maybe just comin' out of a nightmare or somethin'.

What did he look like?

Uh, well, let me see now.

He was, uh-- he was dark.

Heavyset. Nothin' special that I can remember.

- Which way was he headed when he left here? - Uh, north.

And I'll tell you somethin'. I don't think...

he could've got farther than Deadwood the way he looked.

Well, thank you, Mr. Coonley.Yes, sir.

Well, what do you think?I think he's right-- that he was the sixth man.

What's your next stop?Deadwood.

See if I can pick up his trail.

What about Lucy Carver?

It, uh, might be best if she stays here till you hear from me.

What'll you tell her?Gotta tell her the truth.

There may be a chance her father's still alive.

Well, there's no sense breaking the news in front of an audience.

I'll send her out.

Major Mallory said you wanted to see me.Yeah.

Let's-- Let's walk.

What is it? What's the mystery all about?

Just learned that there were only five white men killed at Cripple Creek.

One-- One got away.

Which one? I don't know.

Then it could be my father.

It could be. But, uh, the odds are against it.

Why do you look so disappointed? You expect me to burst into tears?

[ Chuckles ] Well, yesterday, I wouldn't have.

But after the way you talked in the major's house--

I got carried away. I don't think so.

I think you were telling the truth.

Sure, I want all those things. Who doesn't?

But that doesn't mean I'm sentimental...

about a father I haven't seen for all these years.

I came here because he said he was rich.

If I find him, that's all I expect to get out of it.

I'm, uh, going to Deadwood in the morning...

to see if I can pick up his trail.

You'd better stay here. If I turn up anything, I'll get in touch with you.

All right.

Tell me something. Can you remember at all what your father looked like?

I'm sorry. I'm afraid I was too young.

All right.

I wish I could help you, but--You'd better get back.

[ Man Shouting, Indistinct ]

Good morning.Ah. Good morning.

Well, I'm getting used to you looking like a girl now.

That's a big improvement.

You're going to go without saying good-bye?

I'll be back... one way or another.

Mr. Ryker?

That's how you say good-bye.

I'll try to remember that.

Is there a line open to Deadwood? I've got to send a telegram.

Oh. See the sergeant major. He'll take care of it for you.

[ Horse Nickers ]

[ Clopping Hooves ]

Just sit tight. Keep your hands where they are. [ Hammer Cocks ]

Uh, can't say as I blame you for being edgy, son.

- What are you doing out here? - Following you.

Since when?

Since you left Silver City.

I-- I saw a fresh grave back at the creek.

It was a bushwhacker.

The girl will tell you if you have any doubts.

I didn't say I did.

Can I get down now?

Don't move sudden.

Mmm.

You know, that coffee smells mighty good.

You know, I make the worst there is myself. [ Chuckles ]

Go ahead.

Maybe you can get around to telling me why you've been tracking me.

Uh, glad to.

You know, I got some hot chestnuts in the fire,

and I thought you could pour 'em out for me.

What kind of chestnuts?

Gold ones. $50,000 worth.

Mmm! That's mighty good coffee.

Son, if your boss ever gets tired of you, I'll give you a job.

Any man make coffee like that never should be out of a job.All right. What about that gold?

Oh, well--

Well, it was lifted off the Silver City Expressstage a while back.

A man by the name of McMasters had a hand in the job, but I couldn't pin it down.

I figure he would have a problem with that much gold.

What do you mean?Well, for one thing,

it weighs about 150 pounds,

and it'd be hard to spend because it's raw gold dust.

And if you took it to a mint, they'd wanna know where you got it.

Yeah. You'd have to get rid of it a little at a time, huh?

Say, you catch on quick.

You know, word came back that McMasters got jumped by Indians...

before he had a chance to do that.

Then a couple of months later, this gal shows up in Silver City...

and says that her father struck it rich and had sent for her.

- Lucy Carver. - Or you might say Lucy McMasters.

I thought of that.Son, you do catch on quick.

That's why you wanted to get her up to Cripple Creek, huh?

Well, I figured if McMasters was alive and had sent for her,

that sooner or later she would lead me to him.

But you had to go and spoil everything by leaving her back at Fort Shields.

There's only one thing wrong with that.

What's that?

If she was McMasters's daughter, why would anybody try to kill her?

Well, I-I-I thought they was after you.

No, mister. We were riding across a clearing in full sight...

in easy shot of those two ambushers lying up on the hill.

And the first shot was for Lucy Carver.

[ Sighs ] Son, I'm sorry I ever talked to you. I had a nice house all built,

and you come along and tear down the wall and wreck the foundation.

Well, I'll throw in my hand. What else do you know?

About the time of the massacre, a man showed up at Fort Shields.

He paid for a bottle of whiskey in gold dust,

and he had a pack horse loaded with more.Where was he headed?

Same place I am.

Deadwood.

Well, that's as good a place as any to start lookin'.

Son, pour me the dregs off the bottom of that pot, will you?

[ Chuckles ] You know, this is the best coffee...

I've tasted in a week.

I'm, uh, sorry I had to do that, son.

Hyah!

Hyah! Get up!

[ Stage Approaching ]

Whoa!

What happened to you?I, uh, reached for a second cup of coffee.

You all right?Uh, I'd feel better if you'd give me a lift.

I'm only going as far as Deadwood.

[ Grunts ]

Get up!

Whoa!

Hey, I'm much obliged for the lift.

Get up!

Well. Um, sit down.

Have some beef and beans.

These are the best beef and beans I've had in a long time.

Enjoy it, because when you get through, I'm gonna knock it out of ya.

Now you'll observe I'm eating with just one hand.

The other is full of a .44 aimed right at your belt buckle.

- Where's my horse? - He's down at the livery.

I told the man to feed him some good mash...

and groom him until he shined.Thank you.

Uh, how's your head?

It feels like I've been pistol-whipped.

You mind telling me why you-- why you did it?

Son, I'd like to butter some bread, but I can't do it with one hand.

You won't try anything?

You see, you and me, we're after the same man, but for different reasons.

You want to kill him.

Me, I want to find out where he hid some stolen gold.

But I can't find that out if he's dead, can I?

So that's why I had to get here first.

Did you find him?

I found a respectable gent by the name of John Carver.

He run a respectable mine called the Great Western Mining and Exploration Company.

- Lucy's father. - Maybe.

You don't believe him?

I don't know. Now, if he is Lucy's father,

how came he never got in touch with her again?

- Why don't you ask him? - I figure the next play's up to you.

You want the man for a personal reason. Me--

I'm only looking for money, and I figure your reason's stronger.

- Suppose I don't go along with it? - Oh, you will.

You didn't come this far just to let it drop.

Now that I've planted the seed, you think on it.

You sleep on it.

Whoa!

There he is.

Lucy?

You're my father?

It's been a long time, my dear.

I hope I can make up for that from now on.

I never really thought that you--

Now, I know. I know.

Come. We have plenty of time to get acquainted.

First question: How did she know he was here?

I'd, uh, like to see Miss Carver. I'm an old friend of hers.

Cat! Hey, Cat!

Says he's a friend of the boss's daughter.Oh?

Over at the house.

Mr. Ryker. Come in.

I'm so glad to see you.

Isn't it exciting?[ Chuckles ]

I was just telling my father about how-- [ Door Opens ]

You must be Mr. Ryker.

I've been hearing quite a lot about you.

I'm glad to meet you.I'm very grateful for the help you gave my daughter.

Oh, I just, uh, got her as far as Fort Shields.

And a lot seems to have happened to you since then.

It certainly did. Right after you left, I got this telegram--

Perhaps you'd better let me explain, dear.

I got word from a friend of mine in Silver City...

that my daughter was there, and that everybody thought I had been killed in the massacre.

We tried to locate her, but by then, she had already left.

So I wired Fort Shields on the chance that she would stop there,

and, uh, they very kindly put her on the stage for here.

Isn't that amazing?It certainly is.

All this time, I didn't know that I was supposed to be dead.

[ Chuckles ] Well, uh--

But you were at Cripple Creek when it happened, right?

Yes, I was there, all right.

Let's have a drink. Celebrate.

It looks like you came all this way for nothing.

Here we are.

My new family.

- Was a man named McMasters there? - Yes.

I didn't know him well. I was just there to see...

if it looked worthwhile to stake some claims.

I ran into his party just a few minutes before the Indians hit us.

I guess I was the only one who got away.

But, uh, Lucy doesn't wanna hear about all that. As a matter of fact,

I don't even like to think about it myself.

Well, I guess you two have a lot to talk about, so--

Will you be staying in town long, Mr. Ryker?I don't know.

Well, please come out to see us again. Have supper with us.

All right. Thank you.Good-bye.

I don't know how to thank you.Oh, you don't have to.

You will be back?Yeah, I'll be back.

So that's your Mr. Ryker?Well, I wouldn't put it that way exactly.

But you have hopes.Well, one miracle at a time.

I'm still getting used to this one.

I have some things to see to. I won't be long.

[ Carver ] So that's Ryker. [ Cat ] Yeah.

[ Knocking ]

[ Hammer Cocks ]Who is it?

Me-- Goodbody.

Well. Did you have a nice visit?

I don't know.

What do you think of Carver?That's what I've been tryin' to decide.

Did he explain how she knew he was here?

Yeah. Yeah.

Tell me, did anybody else in Silver City know who Lucy was?

I guess so. It wasn't a secret.

Did he say anything about the massacre?

Well, he explained that too.

Do you think he's the fella that showed up at the fort right after it?

Yeah. Only, uh, he didn't mention...

how he got away with enough gold to load down a pack horse.

Maybe the man you talked to at the fort was wrong.

Maybe those bags weren't full of gold.

Well, maybe.

Huh.

[ Clears Throat ]

Well, uh, what are you gonna do if you decide he is McMasters?

What I came here to do.

Even if he's also the girl's father?

She's not using a phony name.

If he's her father, his name's Carver.[ Chuckles ]

She made kind of an impression on you.

I think she's on the level, if that's what you mean.

I see.Have you checked on Carver with the local sheriff?

Well, I didn't come all this way to cut him in on the reward...

if we hit pay dirt.

Keep in touch.While you're down here chasing some stolen gold,

who's minding the store for you in Silver City?

That's what deputies are for. Some deputies, that is.

Whoa!Hi. I was on my way out to see you.

I was just going into town to do some shopping.

Wanna come along?Oh, no, no.

I'm afraid I wouldn't be much help.Well, I don't know.

I was, uh, wondering how you've been getting along.

Fine. What makes you ask?

Well, out on the trail, you didn't seem to have much feeling about your father.

And-- And yesterday--Well, I was wrong.

I didn't realize what it would mean to me.

I guess I just didn't wanna let myself think about it.

Yeah. Tell me, now that you've seen him,

you, uh-- you remember him?

No. But I like him.

Lucy, you sure it isn't just the idea of having a father that you like?

- What do you mean? - Well, has he ever told you why he left ya?

Why he waited all these years to get in touch with ya.What are you getting at?

Has he ever mentioned your mother? Talked about your old home?

Friends? Things you should know about, even as a child.

Even children have memories, you know that.What are you trying to do?

I'm trying to make sure, Lucy, not just for me, but for you too.

You don't like him, do you?

It has nothing to do with whether I like him or not.

You came here looking for a man to kill.

You don't wanna go back empty-handed. Is that it?

- No, that isn't it. - Then what is it, then?

Why-Why are you trying to destroy everything?

- Lucy, will you listen to me? - Leave me alone!

I've been looking for you.

Figured you would be.

Lucy told me about what you said to her.

Just what are you trying to do?Find out the truth.

She said you were looking for a man by the name of McMasters.

That's right.

And you think that's who Iam?

I didn't say that.

But you're not sure I'm really Lucy's father.

I wouldn't ordinarily bother to answer such a ridiculous accusation,

but in this case, there's more than just you and me involved.

I don't wanna see Lucy hurt,

and there's just two people in the world can do that.

I'm one of them. You're the other.

In order to stop this nonsense before that starts,

I suggest you come out to my house in the morning,

and I'll show you enough of my private papers to set your mind at rest.

No, thanks. I was just leaving.

If you're really after the truth,

you be there at 9:00.

I saw a fellow leave. Did you have company?

Yeah, for a while.What'd he want?

Said he wanted me to come out to his house tomorrow morning--

Huh.so he could prove who he was.

Mighty obliging of him. Uh, steak, rare.

Where have you been all day?Oh, here and there.

You know, most of the folks I talked to figure that mine played out a long time ago.

Made me wonder why they had all that barbed wire and the guard at the gate.

Maybe they've, uh, struck a new vein.

That's one possibility, yeah.

Whoa!

Did you find him?He's coming out here tomorrow.

Is he gonna give you any trouble?Not after tomorrow.

I'll send the girl into town before he gets here.

I should've gotten rid of him back at the fort.

I was going to if I had to stop her. But when she said...

she didn't know what her father looked like,

I figured I might as well let her go ahead.

I'm glad you did.

She's a very attractive young woman.

[ Indistinct ] [ Horse Whinnies ]

[ Horse Nickers ]

[ Whinnies ]

[ Whinnying Continues ]

Ah. Look at this busted cart.

This mine hasn't been worked in a long time.

[ Horse Nickers ]

Oh. This is what I call a real convenient gold mine.

Yeah. Comes with the product all wrapped up and waiting.

This must be the strongbox from the Silver City stage job,

and these from other jobs they pulled off.

Smart operation, using a played-out mine for a cover.

No wonder they didn't want anybody nosing around here.I'm taking home a sample.

You worry about the gold. What I want is McMasters.

If it is McMasters. No law says it still couldn't be Carver.

I've just been trying on some of my new clothes.

I think you're going to spoil me.

I doubt it.

Have you gotten used to the idea of having a father yet?

It took me all of 10 minutes.

Oh, Lucy, I almost forgot. I've got an important letter to get off first thing tomorrow.

Would you mind running it in to town for me? I'll be tied up here.

Of course. [ Knocking ]

What is it?I, uh, think there's some prowlers.

I'll be right with you.

What's the matter?Prowlers.

One of the problems of owning a mine.

You'd better stay inside.Okay.

[ Clattering ]

- Can't you see them? - No. Look for gun flashes.

[ Gunfire Continues ]Over by the corral.

We'll have to make a break for it.

No, wait a minute. You got a handkerchief?

I'll be back.

[ Gunfire Continues ]

Maybe this'll brighten things up.

That's one.

Keep him busy.

Don't move!

Drop your gun. And turn around, McMasters.

- Slow and easy. - You got the wrong man.

I don't think so.

You wouldn't shoot an unarmed man.

After what you did at Sandersville, it'd be a pleasure.

I didn't touch--

I think I'd rather watch you hang.

Hold it!

I guess I knew all along you'd find me sooner or later.

Then Carver was killed at that massacre.

Why'd you take his name?

They were after me.

Nobody was lookin' for him.

Well, what happened to his gold? He told his daughter he'd struck it rich.

Only gold he had was what we stole.

Then he was one of your men?

You killed my father.

Wait a minute. He's not--

[ Sobbing ]

Well, everybody played it the way you wanted 'em to.

You still think it's better that way?

I think it's better than letting her find out her father was a thief,

that she'd been taken in by a man like McMasters.

Well, um, shall we pick up the reward money?

I already got my share.Well, you work fast, don't you? Huh?

Yep. Well--

Well, let's see it, huh?See what?

The money.What for?

'Cause I don't think you have it.

Tell me.

How did you get it to her?

The sheriff told her it was her father's share in the mine.

Oh.

So long.