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[whistles] Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah!

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[whistles] Hyah! Hyah!

Hey! Hey!

Heh! Heh! Hyah! Hyah!

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[whistles] Hyah!

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Ho! Ho!

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Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah!

Ah! Hyah!

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[whistles] Hyah!

Ya! Ha!

Ya! Ya!

Yo! Yo!

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[horse neighs]

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Well, business end of the deal all wrapped up?

Just about. It's not bad.

Over 200 miles of trail and not an animal missing.

Um, now about gettin' back to Shiloh...

We'll leave in the morning.

Yeah, that, well, that's what I mean.

You know, we don't get this far south very often.

And, uh, well, there's an old buddy of mine,

Bill Dooley, uh, he got a spread near here,

a place called St. John.

Alright, take a couple of days.

Well, it's been three or four years.

I mean, what's a day or two out of...

What'd you say?

Alright, take a couple of days.

Alright. Alright.

Well, if you're gonna get all riled up about it.

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- Morning. - Mm-hmm.

I'm looking for an old friend of mine.

His name is Bill Dooley.

You know where I could find him?

Yup.

Go on up the street, turn right at the church.

You'll find him there.

Thank you.

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We are gathered here today

on this sad occasion

to say farewell

to a young man who was struck down in his prime.

He called this place his home.

And we were proud that he called us friends.

We all know that man of woman born

is few of days and filled with trouble,

he cometh forth as a flower

and is cut down.

Yea, the pitcher is broken at the fountain...

and the wheel at the cistern,

and the dust returneth onto the earth as it was,

and the spirit returneth to him that gave it.

Farewell.

Rest quite... William Dooley.

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Were you a friend of Bill's?

Yes...

if that's the Bill Dooley I knew.

I'm his sister Margaret.

Trampas.

Of course.

Our house is the one at the end of Main Street.

We'd be pleased to have you stop by.

Thank you.

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I'm going back to the office now.

Alright.

Who was he?

Who?

The man at the, uh, funeral.

[knock on door]

Why don't you ask him?

Oh.

Come in, please.

This is my husband Harry Lundy.

- Trampas. - You remember, don't you?

Bill talked about you often.

Well, he was impressionable those three years

we trailed together.

I'm sorry, uh, I'm afraid I don't remember.

Well, there was a time each of us had only one friend.

- How'd you hear about Bill? - Well, I didn't, really.

It, uh, just sort of worked out that way.

Coincidence, huh?

You will stay for supper, won't you?

- No, I-- - Oh, sure. Oh, sure, stay.

My wife will be happy to have your company.

- Please, sit down. - Thanks.

Well...

It's very nice.

I, uh...

I would like to know how it happened.

We don't really know for sure.

Bill ran a small herd about ten mile south of here.

Harry found him out there in the hills.

He was shot. We don't know how or why.

[horse snorts]

- Missus alright? - She's right enough.

[whistling]

I'd probably think Dooley was your brother.

I liked Bill.

Alright. Alright.

No need to jump all over me.

On the day I buried my brother-in-law,

I think there is.

Your nerves are showing, sheriff.

Try to get ahold of yourself.

Pretty soon, you can retire to that

prosperous cattle ranch of yours.

Do nothing by sell beef to Ben Fancher.

Spend that money on that pretty wife of yours.

Now, you got any reason for..

mentioning both their names in one breath?

No reason.

Well, then shut up.

Get outta here.

I want you to try some doors.

To make the people of this town believe

there's some reason for you drawing your pay as a deputy.

Sure, sheriff.

You're the boss.

Harry: And keep your mouth shut about...

I think...

two "shut-ups" in one day from you

is more than I'm willing to take, sheriff.

I'm sorry, Sam.

I, I lost my head.

Just come close to losing more than that.

Those nerves of yours...

would be the death of you one of these days.

I got to along with Ben, to tell you the truth.

I don't understand what that woman ever saw in you either.

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[door shuts]

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Thank you.

Like it?

Well, chicory, isn't it?

My mother taught me to drink it. Harry doesn't.

He says you have to acquire a taste for it.

It's just fine.

[laughs]

Try this.

Mm. Now that's chicory.

You're very much like Bill, you know?

Well, we spent a lot of time together.

I guess I took on some of his ways.

I wonder if he adopted any of yours.

He grew a lot those years he was on the trail.

Stronger.

Didn't do him much good, did it?

I think it did.

Well, I guess I better be getting back.

Can't you stay for supper?

Well, thank you. I...

I do appreciate the invitation,

but, uh, I got a long ride ahead of me

and no real reason not to get at it.

Margaret: I understand.

I'm glad you stopped by.

- About Bill, I-- - I know.

I know how much you meant to him.

I'm glad you were his friend.

Thank you.

Bye.

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Hey, Ben!

Know him?

Stranger to me.

Well, I reckon maybe we,

we better keep an eye on him, huh, Mr. Morrell?

Well, do it somewhere besides in front of my office, alright?

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Hey. Hey!

I'm sorry, senor.

I really am sorry.

But you see, I worked for SenorDooley.

I didn't see you at the funeral.

I thought it would be better to wait.

- So you worked for Bill, huh? - Oh, yes.

I put out the hay, I held the calves for branding,

and performed many important duties.

He said so himself.

And I was his friend.

Were you his friend also?

Yes.

An old friend.

They call me Chico.

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[chuckles] They call me Trampas.

Perhaps you would like to talk for a while?

We could be comfortable at my place.

We could talk about our friend.

Yeah.

Well, I'd like that, Chico.

I'd like that very much.

But I'm afraid, uh, I haven't got time.

Of course. I understand.

But then again, what's time?

Your place it is.

Si, senor.

Well, very comfortable. [sighs]

It is not much for a guest.

But for me, it's bastante.

Me too.

Well, what are you gonna do now, Chico?

Perhaps I'll work here.

Miss Margaret said she would help me find work.

Thank you.

[laughs] It is to be eaten this way.

Oh. [chuckles]

Mm. So you're a cook as well, huh?

Good.

Esta pollo supremo.

Chicken supreme.

Well, tell me, where does such a man

find a pollo to put it in supremo?

Heaven, senor,provides.

[both laugh]

Tell me, Chico...

where were you the day Bill was killed?

The saints protected me, senor.

The saints and SenorDooley.

He told me to stay at the ranch and prepare supper.

- But he stayed with the cattle. - Cattle?

No, sir. He told me he must go to town.

Some business, he said.

He wasn't with the cattle?

Until evening, si. Both of us.

Then he told me he must go to town.

It was almost dark. I rode with him as far as the ranch.

With my own eyes I saw him ride towards this very town.

Well, Chico, you're some great cook.

But I got some things to do.

- Will you be leaving town now? - I'm afraid so, Chico.

But maybe I can get back to say goodbye before I leave.

That is, if you think

heaven might provide us some more of that.

It will provide, SenorTrampas.

Adios,Chico.

Adios!

Uh, something I can do for you?

Ah, yeah.

If you don't mind

I, I thought maybe you could tell me

something about the way it happened.

Well, what did Mrs. Lundy tell you?

Only that you found him.

Well, there is not much else to it.

I was out patrolling.

Cattle thieves have been giving us a lot of trouble lately.

Yes, I know.

Uh, how?

Word like that gets around.

Yeah.

Well, they've been quite a problem.

Anyhow, I, uh, I just happen to be near Bill's range,

so I rode over

and... found him dead.

What do you think, it was rustlers?

I'm pretty sure it wasn't.

At least none of his stock was missing.

- Well, then, who? - I wish I knew.

That's it then.

What more did you expect?

You mean, it's just another unsolved killing?

And you're not gonna do anything more about it?

Just who do you think you are, mister?

What do you think gives you the right to talk to me that way?

Bill Dooley was my wife's brother.

How do you think I liked telling her

that there isn't anything I can do?

Sorry.

Sure.

Oh, uh, just one more thing.

How far out of town did you say you found him?

No, I didn't, but, uh, it was ten, twelve miles.

- Anything else? - Not right now. Thanks.

You staying on in town?

Any reason I shouldn't?

No. No, no reason at all.

Glad to have you.

Thanks.

Thought you'd be well on your way home by now.

Yeah, well, so did I.

Perhaps you reconsider and have supper with us?

Ah, well, I'm sorry, I, I can't.

Goodbye then. Again.

Bye.

What was he saying to you?

You mean, just now?

Now, at the house.

Who is he? What does he want?

I don't understand. You know who he is.

I know who he says he is.

It's just not the same thing.

You ever meet this Trampas Bill trailed with before today?

Then he doesn't have to be him, does he?

All he needs to know is the name, Trampas.

Harry, what's going on? What are you afraid of?

Who said I'm afraid of anything?

Well, then, what is all this?

And if that man isn't Trampas, then who is he?

And what does this got to do with us and my brother's death?

Harry, what's going on?

You better go home now.

I wanna know.

Well, then, go ask him!

You got no right to question me.

I have every right.

You got no right at all.

Maybe it's Ben Fancher you got a right with,

or that stranger,

or with some other man I don't even know about.

But not with me, you hear?

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[door shuts]

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Uh, nice day.

Yeah, it's very nice.

Stranger.

[chuckles] We can't have that.

Town council wouldn't like it.

Why don't you bring your coffee over here?

Um, I think you better thank the town council for me.

[scoffs] When I see them.

Ah, in the meantime, if there is anything I can do,

just like the history of the town,

or point out historical landmarks.

What about the people?

Them too.

Alright. Alright.

Uh, that, uh, young fella who just walked out of here

as I was coming in...

You mean Griff?

Hangs around with Sam Morrell, our illustrious deputy sheriff.

- Morrell? - You don't know him?

The famous gunfighter Sam Morrell.

Oh.

That Morrell.

Well, what if he's a federal man, a marshal?

[scoffs] Why would a United States Marshal

be interested in Bill Dooley?

He wouldn't.

But he would be interested in why I haven't been

able to control the rustling.

Harry, you've done your best.

You called in Sam Morrell to help.

A United States Marshal

would come riding into this town

with a badge in his shirt

and head straight for your office?

Not necessarily.

Somebody might have complained that I wasn't doing my best.

Now what if that was true?

What if, uh, that's why he's here?

I would say that you've got big trouble.

Well, if I've got trouble,

you've got trouble.

Oh, Harry.

I really think it's your nerves.

I really think it's your nerves.

But I'll see what I can find out, alright?

[sighs]

[laughing]

You know, you're fun.

And there isn't much of that around anymore.

Are you going to be in town for a while?

You know, I could've bet you were gonna say that.

How'd you know?

Law of averages.

Everybody else has.

- Now tell me-- - Mr. Trampas.

Yes.

- My name is Ben Fancher. - How do you do?

I'd like to talk to you for now.

Ah, sure. Would you like to join us?

Uh, I was hoping we could talk privately,

if you don't mind.

Don't let me get in your way, gentlemen.

- I was just leaving anyway. - Well...

Uh, Dolores, how can I find you?

Look.

Well, how do you like our little town?

Now you folks sure do take an interest in a stranger.

Well, we don't get many strangers around here.

I understand you're a friend of Bill Dooley's.

- That's right. - Oh, sorry about what happened.

We're gonna miss him.

You aren't by any chance looking for a job are you, Mr. Trampas?

Are you offering me one?

Well, if you're interested, we could talk about it.

I could use a top hand.

Somebody that knows how to handle cattle,

and knows how to handle himself at the same time.

You look like you could fit the bill.

[laughs] Well, that's very flattering, Mr. Fancher.

But I've got a job I like already.

I thought if you're gonna be around for a while...

No. I'm heading home.

When?

I suppose I were to say in a day or two.

Well, then I would have to say I don't envy you.

Not a bad town to live in,

but it's pretty dull

if you're here in a short visit.

Nothing for a man to do

if you're not working here.

Of course in the big cities--

Mr. Fancher...

you've heard the story about the straw

that broke the camel's back?

Yes, I've heard that story.

It's been a pleasure.

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[machine clattering]

I'd like to send a telegram.

"Shiloh Ranch.

Medicine Bow,

Wyoming.

Staying on a few days.

Trampas."

I reckon I can send that, alright.

Fifty cents.

How soon will that go out?

It's practically gone.

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What'll I do?

What he paid you to do. Send it.

[indistinct chatter]

You always so shy of the law, mister?

No. Only the kind that hangs out in dark alleys.

[chuckles] Oh, he sure is a fresh one, ain't he?

You know what I've decided, Griff?

Griff: You tell me, Mr. Morrell.

Well, I've decided that this town would be a lot better off

if Mr. Trampas was to change his mind about staying.

Was that your personal idea or the sheriff's?

I think if it's mine, it's his too.

Well, I'll think your, uh, suggestion over.

Don't think about it too long.

[sighs]

We're gonna have to take him.

Sooner or later, Mr. Morrell.

"We?"

You wanna get hurt?

Don't get any ideas of your own, understand?

[indistinct chatter]

So, you found me.

Well, you told me how.

But you could've made it a lot easier.

Uh... beer.

Um, about this afternoon,

well, I'd like to apologize for that.

You didn't do anything to feel sorry about.

Well, I, uh, I felt that you weren't quite ready to leave yet

and, uh...

Oh. I get it.

You think because Ben Fancher wanted to get rid of me

that I was insulted.

Let me tell you a story.

I couldn't care less.

Oh.

Thanks.

- Hmm? - No.

[sighs]

Tell me, who is this Ben Fancher?

Local boy made good.

Town gossip has that he left five or six years ago.

When he came back, he had enough money to get started with.

Of course, the gossip is mostly how he got the money.

Some say he was a handy man with a gun.

Hm.

Retired outlaws seem to be in style in this town.

And I think your sheriff has some things on his mind, too.

[chuckles] So would you if you thought

your wife was carrying on with somebody else.

Margaret?

Whoa, now.

Oh, didn't know you knew her that well.

No, not really, but...

Dolores: She and Fancher were about to get married,

till he up and left.

Then she married the sheriff.

Things haven't been going too good between her and her husband

since Fancher came back.

Now tell me about Sam Morrell.

What are you trying to do?

Collect material for a book or something?

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SenorTrampas! SenorTrampas!

- Hello, Chico, how you been? - I've been okay.

Have you come back for some more pollo supremo?

I haven't gone looking for...

shopping yet.

Now, no pollo supremothis time.

I just like to ask you some questions.

For such a friend, anything.

Now, Chico,

they said Bill Dooley was killed in the hills.

Now you say you saw him ride into town?

I told you the truth, SenorTrampas.

I made no mistake.

In town there's this, uh, woman, Miss Dolores.

Si. Muy bonita.

And a good friend.

You have many friends, don't you, Chico?

Only three. You, Miss Dolores and Miss Margaret.

They do not like each other.

Why?

Something that happened a long time ago.

Uh, this Miss Dolores,

you think she always tells the truth?

I would say so, yes.

Thanks, Chico.

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Chico: SenorTrampas. - Si?

You are very much like him.

Like SenorBill.

Please take care.

You've got heart.

Adios,Chico.

Chico: Adios!

[hammering]

You sure keep busy.

Small town. Man's gotta double in brass.

Yeah.

You, uh, do the undertaking for Bill Dooley?

Nobody else.

He was a young man to die.

Only one bullet, too.

With one that big, he didn't have a chance.

You know what kind of bullet killed him?

I took the slug out myself.

You're a mite taller than you look, aren't you?

Here, rare item in these parts.

Makes a fine pocket piece.

What's so rare about it?

Well, heft and weight of it.

Man could pick lead out of corpses

half his lifetime and not come up with three that heavy.

Ah, that's too bad you can't tell me what kind of gun

it came out of.

Who said I can't?

Foster Special, 1846.

Beings he was such a special friend of yours,

take it if you want.

For keepsake.

No, thanks.

You ever tell the sheriff about that slug, uh,

or the gun it came out of?

- No. - Why not?

Well, I don't recollect as how he ever asked me.

Yeah. Yes, sir.

About two inches short.

Well, I guess you wouldn't mind if I had to sort of

scrunch you up a little, hm?

You mean...

Mister...

if you ever get me in this thing,

I don't think I'll mind it at all.

- But just to be safe... - Yeah?

I think you better measure Morrell too.

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[knocking on door]

Hello.

Hello.

- Please come in. - Thank you.

- Coffee? - No, thanks.

Something else?

No.

[chuckles]

You know, it's funny.

See, when Bill and I were trailing together,

he used to always say to me, uh...

I only get a few days off, he'd say,

"You gotta come back and meet my sister."

Always said I would, but, uh, I never meant it.

I had a different picture of you in my mind, you know,

pigtails, freckles, boy's pants.

Margaret, was Bill mixed up in something?

Something illegal?

Something your husband wouldn't want you to know about?

No. I'm certain he wasn't.

Well, how can you be so certain?

I knew him.

Chico says he was with Bill all that day,

and he saw him ride into town.

That can't be.

I don't think Chico would lie.

No, but he could be mistaken.

Yeah. Possible.

It's also possible that Bill was killed in town

or on the road to town.

And then carried back in the hills.

And it's also possible that your husband...

never found him on the range at all.

Why would Harry lie about something like that?

I don't know.

Well, it's better, but, uh,

you're still wasting too much time after you clear leather.

You just get that barrel up.

You see that, sheriff? You see that draw?

I saw.

Keep practicing.

Someday you're gonna get that kid killed.

Just the opposite. I'm showing him how to stay alive.

Why bother?

He's my heir.

Every man's gotta leave something behind.

All I've got is draw.

Put it away.

Harry, I'd like to talk to you.

Well, can't you see I'm busy?

I'll wait.

Come on, kid.

You never miss a chance, do you?

Is there anything about Bill's death I don't know?

What are you talking about now?

My brother, and the fact that he's dead

and my husband isn't doing anything about it.

I've explained that to you.

Chico told Trampas that he saw

Bill ride into town that evening.

Harry, what are you hiding from me?

- Nothing. - I don't believe you.

Why don't you ask Trampas?

You seem to take his word without question.

Because I can't let myself believe him either.

He seems to feel Bill may have been involved

in something illegal, and you're trying to prevent me

from finding out.

Well, if that was true,

it wouldn't be so wrong of me.

I don't believe it is true.

And I didn't tell him it could also be the other way around.

Meaning that, uh, I might be involved in something, hmm?

- Are you? - What?

I've been thinking about it, it could only be one thing.

I'm the sheriff of this county.

And a successful rancher, and the only business

I'm mixed up in is with a respectable

and very old friend of yours.

Alright. What about Chico?

Oh, he's confused. I don't know why.

Maybe Trampas put the idea in the kid's head.

- For what reason? - How should I know?

Maybe he's trying to make an impression,

build a future for himself with a sorrowing sister.

[grunts]

If you ever do that again,

I'll forget you're supposed to be my wife.

You forgot that the night you brought a saloon girl

into our house.

I was drunk.

How long are you gonna punish me for that?

Margaret?

I've tried to make up for it.

You have position, money.

What else can I give you?

If you have to ask that question, it's pretty hopeless.

I don't understand you.

That's part of the problem.

Harry, you want us to have a life together.

A real life with me an important part of it.

You can start by telling me the truth now.

[dramatic music]

I warned that cowhand to leave town.

He thinks he's rough.

Well, we'll see.

Sam.

Suppose he's more than just a cowhand?

- He isn't. - But this--

Harry, I've been around lawmen all my life.

I can smell them a mile away.

Come on, kid.

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Margaret.

Come in. Please sit down.

I'm not staying long.

Well, I must say, uh, even a short visit is most welcome.

And unexpected. I wish you'd do it more often.

Under normal circumstances,

we have nothing to say to each other.

Something wrong?

How much do you know about the way my brother died?

- Almost nothing. - Or why?

Ben: Same answer.

Or why my husband refuses to discuss it with me?

You do know the answer to that.

What makes you think so?

Oh, Ben. Don't fence with me.

I'm trying to help.

The only way you can help me is by leaving Harry alone.

Whatever you've dragged him into, let him out.

Margaret, your husband is a grown man.

He wears the sheriff's badge on his shirt.

He's no match for you or your friend Morrell.

Please?

I'm asking as an old friend.

I didn't think you cared about him that much.

He's my husband.

Well, Margaret,

I haven't dragged your husband into anything.

Now I buy cattle and I sell cattle, usually for a profit.

Sometimes I buy them from your husband.

Now whatever business he's in, that's on his own.

And if he's mixed up in something,

that's on his own, too.

I remember you differently.

I remember you when you cared about something

other than money and profit and power.

I remember you differently, too.

I remember us differently.

How did you get him involved?

Was it out of spite to get even with him for marrying me?

Why couldn't you have waited?

I did.

And then I found out what you've become.

A killer.

[sighs]

Well, Margaret...

you don't see to have very much luck with your men, do you?

[dramatic music]

- You Trampas? - Yeah.

Miss Lundy sent me to fetch you.

- Something wrong? - Just said, fetch you quick.

Well, let's go.

[dramatic music]

[groans]

[grunts]

[grunting]

Do you hear me?

He hears.

Next time we're not gonna be so considerate.

He wasn't so tough after all.

[crickets chirping]

[instrumental music]

We have been worried, senor.

Fortunately, the bones of your head are very sound.

Chico found you. He came to me for help.

We brought you here.

How?

Chico: It was all I could find.

SenorTrampas, in our country there is a saying,

"When you hunt a tigrero, always look behind you."

Now you tell me.

He needs a doctor.

And a warm room. Your place?

I can't, Chico, for many reasons.

Isn't there someone else who can help us?

Someone you can trust?

[men laughing]

[indistinct chatter]

[indistinct chatter]

[indistinct chatter]

Excuse me.

Now what's this about a friend of yours being hurt?

His name is SenorTrampas. He needs help.

But why come to me?

There is no one else.

[Trampas winces]

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[intense music]

[groans]

[gun clicking]

You found him?

Yup, I found him.

And now?

Now we go home, Chico.

To my place?

No, now you go home to your place,

and I'll go to mine, Medicine Bow.

Chico, that I had to do, for me.

For Bill, I, I tried.

I tried to stir things up, get people mad.

But I didn't accomplish a thing.

Now I'm at the end of my rope.

There just isn't anything else I can do.

I'm sorry.

What are you doing here?

I came to get my gun.

I guess maybe you're gonna have to get ready to use it.

I don't want to have to do that.

Oh?

[laughs]

No.

I wouldn't want to see you hurt yourself.

Now scat. Go on.

Now you scat, too. Go on.

- I'll see you before I leave. - Yes, sir.

Yes, sir, SenorTrampas.

[instrumental music]

Trampas: You know what that is?

That's a, that's a Foster Special.

Same kind of gun that killed Bill Dooley.

How'd you find that out?

The undertaker showed me the bullet.

Well, why didn't he tell me?

Why didn't you think to ask him yourself?

It's a rare weapon.

If there's more than one in the area,

it's a pretty big coincidence.

Alright, who does it belong to?

He's still here, Mr. Morrell.

He never even left town, I just saw him out there on the street.

You don't say.

What, what happened?

I saw him, too.

You-- you mean, he was here?

We made a mistake about him, Griff.

Gonna have to rectify that.

When?

[groans] Well, in good time.

I'm getting old, I guess, underestimating a man like that.

Next time, I'll be more careful.

Mr. Morrell, I...

I need a gun.

What happened to yours?

Mr. Morrell, I...

You go downstairs, get a drink and wait for me.

I gotta do something.

You wait for me.

[dramatic music]

You always said there was two things you never let a man do.

You never let him take your gun.

And you never let a man laugh at you.

And I gotta do something.

You wait for me.

[door shuts]

Despacio, Senor Pollo. Despacio.

[intense music]

Let me hear you laugh now, kid.

Laugh now, kid!

[indistinct chatter]

Griff.

Get off the horse.

Come on.

Now I want to warn you, anything you say

could be used against you.

Now the best thing for you would be not to say anything at all.

- Now come on along with me. - For what?

Well, there's no use arguing, you're gonna have to be in jail

while I sort the facts out. Come on.

Griff: For what, I said?

Harry: Investigation of murder.

Murder?

How could you know so quick?

No. No, there's no way.

I just left him, nobody saw me.

You left who?

That kid you've been hanging...

I mean, nobody.

Nobody. What are you talking about? I ain't said nothing.

Chico. Where's Chico?

[intense music]

Now what did you do? Hmm?

Come on. Come on!

Harry, what's going on?

Has anything happened?

[dramatic music]

You did real well this time, sheriff.

Caught your man before you knew there was a crime.

[indistinct murmuring]

Is there a doctor in this town?

Right in my office. Here, let me...

First it was Bill, now a kid.

I don't know what's going on in this stinkin' town

of yours, sheriff, but you're willing to pay

a mighty high price for it.

[dramatic music]

Margaret--

This is what it all comes down to?

What?

Gold, glory,

whatever it is you're all looking for.

Margaret...

why don't you go home? It's all over now.

No, it isn't.

Morrell is like a father to Griff, he'll be back for him.

Won't he, Harry?

Well, if he does, we can handle him.

Harry: Who's we? Can you stand up to him?

Didn't you beat him?

Harry.

Boy die?

Not yet. The doctor's working on him.

You know for sure it was Griff?

Yeah, he said so.

I warned him not to get any ideas of his own.

Well, let's, let's get him out.

Got a new deputy?

Trampas: He stands trial.

Whether the kid dies or not.

You're making a mistake, Harry.

You know I'll come back with more men.

For what? For a dirty-faced kid

that don't mean anything to you anyway?

Griff could kill ten like him, I still wouldn't let you have him.

And how many Bill Dooley's?

It was Griff's gun that killed Bill.

Was it? Really, that old Foster Special?

Well, what do you know?

How many men do you think I'll need, Harry?

How long do you think it'll take me to get them,

because that's how long both of you've got?

Meantime, you might amuse your new deputy

by telling him how old Griff come by that Foster Special.

Now you tell him, sheriff, he might not believe me

if I told him that... you gave it to Griff

right after Dooley's funeral.

[dramatic music]

It, it wasn't murder, Margaret.

It wasn't murder.

He was like a wild man.

He took two shots at me before I could get his gun away from him.

And, uh, and then he went for mine.

We-- we were struggling for it when he was killed.

Why did he take the shots at you?

I don't know, uh...

That he found out I was working with the rustlers

that had been operating in the area.

But it wasn't murder.

Well, you heard what Morrell said.

And you heard what I said.

He stands trial.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

Griff: Hey! Mister!

You know what?

You're gonna die.

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

[intense music]

[indistinct chatter]

They're here, Harry.

At least three of them.

Three against one.

Harry, if that boy dies, it's not gonna be

just Griff that killed him. We all helped.

All of us.

First it was Bill Dooley, and now the boy.

All because you wanted a partnership with a rat,

and because I closed my eyes

and I didn't ask you where you were getting that cattle

that you were selling me so cheap.

And now, we're gonna kill another man. Trampas.

Harry, did you know that Margaret is still in there?

We never were very good friends, Harry.

I guess we never could be, but at least we could be men.

For the drink.

[door closes]

There are six of them out there.

Six against two.

Six against one will be better.

Get her outta here.

Margaret.

I've told him and I'm telling you, I'm not leaving.

I can shoot a rifle.

At least she can load.

Ben: Load?

Gives her something to do, doesn't it?

There are three on that side, three on this side.

Maybe more.

[sighs]

[indistinct chatter]

When I went away,

I did it for you.

To make a name, a fortune.

It wasn't for me.

Well, let's just say that I thought it was.

At least that's what I told myself.

So that when I came home, you'd be proud of me.

[sighs] I wish you'd ask me first.

[indistinct chatter]

[dramatic music]

Sam.

Get off the street.

Too bad, Harry.

Sam,

take your men and get off the street!

[gunshots]

[gunshot]

[horse neighs]

[gunshots]

[gunshots]

[gunshot]

[dramatic music]

[mellow music]

He's dead.

[indistinct chatter]

Goodbye, Trampas.

Well, what do you do now?

A shop maybe. Dresses.

Will you be back?

I came to this town to see a friend

and I ended up losing him.

And gaining two.

Chico: SenorTrampas?

[instrumental music]

More than that.

More than that.

Goodbye.

[music continues]

[theme music]

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