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♪♪

Elizabeth?

Stacey?

Did you get it? Did it come?

What?You know.

"Godey's Ladies' Book".

Give it to me.

On one condition.

You promise you won't wear that?

That's the latest thing.

I think there's just a little, uh...

too much going south while the lady's going north.

I think a gentleman wouldn't look in a ladies' magazine.

Here's your mail, lover.

Thank you, sir.

You sure you're not advertising for a wife or something?

Some men don't have to advertise.

Apparently not.

What do you mean, "or something"?

Mail call!

♪♪

Don't tell me that, uh...

you got a letter from one of the ladies' husbands.

Huh?

Come here a minute, will you?

What do you make of that?

"For Billy".

Six, seven names.

One of them's yours.

Mm-hmm.

"Juan Carlos, rest in peace."

This one came two weeks later.

Now Juan Carlos and Abner Brown-- rest in peace.

What is this, some kind of a joke?

I'd like to think so.

But I can't. Not anymore.

Number three.

"James Peterson.

R.I.P. April 14."

I don't know anybody on that list.

I think I do.

Which one?

Peterson. James Peterson.

I was in the barbershop this morning.

I got through the newspaper.

Right here, next to the beef prices.

Oh, yeah.

"Retired stage driver killed.

"Our correspondent in Laurel city writes that Mr. James Peterson,

"for many years an employee of the Great Western Stage Line,

"was killed under mysterious circumstances

on the 14th of April, last Monday."

[ mumbles ]

Well, I guess that settles it.

I still think it's a bad idea.

You don't know what you're getting yourself into.

You don't know who the killer is,

or why he wants to kill you.

Look, we've been all over this.

I've only got two choices.

I cant stay here and wait for him to find me,

or I can try and find out what this is all about.

Alone?

I don't think I'll do any good huntin' with an army.

I wouldn't call the two of us an army.

No, Stace, this is my problem.

I'll handle it. All right?

All right. Good luck.

If you need me...

You bet.

♪♪

Howdy.

What can I do for you?

Just some information.

Did you know a man named Peterson?

Jim? Sure, I knew him.

Well, did he have a family?

Just a wife--Molly.

You can find the place down the street.

End of town.

Little white place.

Oak in front of it.

Much obliged.

♪♪

Jim kept all his papers and things in this.

I've...

never opened it since...

I'm sorry to bother you, Mrs. Peterson.

It's just that I'm sure I've met your husband somewhere.

Oh, it's no bother.

I welcome company.

It's silly of me, anyway.

If you knew Jim,

you must have known that he was a--

a gentle man.

Everybody liked him.

That's what makes it so crazy.

You haven't any idea who shot him?

They just found him

lying outside the town that morning.

Not an idea in the world who could've done it.

Everybody liked Jim.

I know he couldn't have had any enemies.

Oh--

No, no, you sit down.

Sit down. I'll get it.

They gave this to Jim when he left the stage company.

Never did work right.

Oh.

I never knew he kept this.

It's a poem I wrote when he was courting me.

All those years.

What's this?

Is that what you're looking for?

Well...may I?

When the second one came,

that's when Jim went to Prairie Junction so sudden.

What for?

I don't know.

I never questioned Jim.

Never had to until those came.

Prairie Junction.

♪♪

[ branch snaps ]

Care for a cup of coffee?

MAN: Don't mind if I do.

Been traveling long?

Mm-hmm.

From Laurel City?

Hmm.

Going far?

That depends. You?

Depends.

You might as well use my fire tonight.

Just might do that.

You're a very generous man.

Also a very careful one.

Hmm.

I'll go get my horse.

♪♪

You don't live in Laurel City.

Nope.

You were just passin' through?

Aren't you curious as to how I know?

You were at the blacksmith's shop.

You saw me ride into town.

You followed me out here.

Aren't you going to turn in now?

Are you?

[ chuckles ]

I once knew a couple of fellas down in Mexico.

Each one thought the other was about to rob him.

They stayed awake five days and five nights,

watching each other.

Toward the end,

they were propping their eyelids up with matchsticks.

What happened?

They were so busy watching each other,

that somebody stole everything they had.

Which one are you?

Sam Evans?

We never met before?

Nope. Not that I remember.

There's gotta be a connection between all of us.

That's what I figure.

Aren't any of the names on this list

familiar to you?

Not a one.

Not a one?

Well, looks like we belong to the same club.

But somebody wants to cancel our membership.

♪♪

Hold it.

What's this all about?

If you'd waited one more minute,

we might've found out.

What's your name?

I said, what's your name?

Caleb Adams.

Caleb Adams?

There was a Caleb Adams...

had a small ranch.

Well, ranch-- It was a little dirt farm

on the Texas panhandle.

Never met the man face to face.

Are you that Caleb Adams?

One, two...

I never should've tried to fight the company.

Yeah. You're that Caleb Adams.

What company?

San Pablo Land and Cattle.

Some of us ranchers wouldn't sell out.

They sent him.

My hired hand got scared off,

well poisoned,

land salted-- everything went.

You got something to say?

That's how you make a living?

Sometimes.

Oh, I would've fought for him against the company.

It doesn't bother me one way or the other.

All he had to do was hire me.

The trouble is, his kind can't afford me.

What are we gonna do with him now?

Tell you what-- let's tie him up...

hang him from a tree. No.

Somebody might come along before the vultures get him.

No.

You got a better idea? WE let him go,

he'll bushwhack me before we've gone a mile.

I'm willing to take the risk.

Oh, you are?

Well, it might be a bigger risk than you think.

I've never met Caleb Adams, remember?

♪♪

♪♪

Laurel City's your best bet.

You ought to be able to walk it in two days.

Good luck.

♪♪

Peterson?Yeah.

No Peterson in Prairie Junction, as far as I know.

There's a Patterson.

He run away with the preacher's daughter.

I don't suppose he's the one you want.

Then there was a Hanson--

No, it's a Peterson.

He made a trip here about two weeks ago.

He used to work for the stage line.

Then why are you askin' me?

Why don't you go ask the stage office?

I could sure use a pair of nippers.

Well, I'll get you a pair.

Come on, boy.

That blacksmith in Lauren City

couldn't shoe my grandma.

Can't the stable man handle that?

He probably could. I'd rather do it myself

and make sure it's done right this time.

We'll split up and see what we can find out.

Where will we meet later?

Look for me in the saloon.

The biggest one in town.

Trampas?

You know, you remind me a lot of my daddy.

He ran here and he ran there.

And then one day he ran so fast

that he ran right into a bullet.

Of course I knew Jim!

He was with the company--

Lord, I don't know how many years.

We were good friends.

Yes, ma'am.

Of course, I haven't seen anything of him

since he retired.

Not even when he was here a few weeks ago?

Jim in town, and he didn't come to see me?

Oh, I don't believe it! That wasn't like him.

Who else would he come to visit besides you?

Oh, well, let me think.

Well, he might--

Oh, no. No, I doubt that.

Carl--over in the general store.

Carl knew Jim.

But I don't think he'd come to see Carl.

They had a fight about 20 years ago

over $5 that Carl owed Jim.

Or maybe it was Jim owed Carl the $5.

Well, anyway, maybe you'd better come inside and sit down.

Maybe I'd better.

Thank you.

You, uh...

sit down right over here.

Thank you.

Now...

let's see who else.

♪♪

Here you go.

Hot?

What do you think?Have a drink.

I don't want a drink. I want information,

and I'm not getting it.

I've been all over this town.

I must've talked to a dozen people.

Nobody saw Jim Peterson the last time he was in town.

Where have you been?Here.

It's cooler here.

I think I will have that drink.

Hey.

Peterson came here to see Emily Williams.

Her name was on that list. She lives here in town.

You gonna make me ask?

Hmm?

Oh, the bartender recognized her name on the list.

They always know everybody in town.

You took a chance showin' that list around.

No, not to a bartender.

Never knew one yet who'd shot a man.

Bad for business.

All right. Let's get going.

Well--

What now?

Well, she's the sheriff's wife.

You see, me and sheriffs--

well, we don't get along so well.

You want me to do everything?

Are you wanted?

I like to think so.

♪♪

Yes?

Does Mrs. Williams live here? Emily Williams?

Yes, I'm her husband. Come in.

Thank you.

Emily! Someone to see you!

Mrs. Williams, my name is Trampas.

Do you remember me?

No.

Do you know my name?

No. Should I?

I don't know.

I was hoping that we'd met before...

a long time ago maybe.

What is it that you want?

Well, may I ask you this?

Have you received any unusual letters recently?

No.

Did you see a man named Mr. Peterson two weeks ago?

No.

James Peterson?

What is this?

Mr. Williams... Mr. Peterson used to be a stage driver.

He's been living in Laurel City.

He came here about two weeks ago.

I thought he came here to see your wife.

You must have be confused with someone else.

Are there two Emily Williams' in Prairie Junction?

Just what is on your mind, Mr. Trampas?

I received this letter.

Seven names.

Three of them are dead now.

What's Emily's name doing here?

That's what I was hoping she would tell me.

This James Peterson. He's--

Yes, he's the one. He's dead now.

You know anything about this?

No.But--

It must be some sort of a horrible joke.

That's all it is. That's all it can be.

I don't think my wife is gonna be of much help to you, Mr. Trampas.

Sorry I bothered you.

EMILY: Mr. Trampas?

I'm sorry. I wish I could help.

Well?

It's some kind of mistake.

Emily, I'm not stupid. When he was in here, you were scared to death.

There must be something to what he had to say.

Chris, leave me alone.

No. If you're in some kind of danger,

I want to know about it. Who would want to kill you?

Emily, who would want to kill you?!

I want to know what's happening.

Emily--

I don't know what's happening,

and that's the truth!

All right.

♪♪

MAN: Trampas!

Yes?

I'd like to see that letter again.

All right.

I just can't believe anybody would want to kill Emily.

Those three men who are dead probably didn't believe it, either.

You're sure about this?

I talked to Mrs. Peterson.

You know anyone else on this list?

Just one.

Sam?

Sheriff Williams, this is Sam Evans.

Sit down, Sheriff.

Was the little woman any help?

I'm afraid not.

Sam Evans.

That's right.

Chavez Flats.

You ever hear of the Chavez Flats range war?

I've heard about it. Why?

Went on for month. When it was over,

there were a dozen men dead.

There was a Sam Evans mixed up in that.

There were also hired guns

when the railroad came through Chico Pass.

Men who didn't have any stake in the trouble.

You were there, too, weren't you?

Some men make a living out of punching cattle.

Others by puttin' on a tin star.

And some by gettin' killed.

Or by killing.

Or that.

I've got no use for hired guns.

Sheriffs are hired guns.

Whether you like it or not, I'm the sheriff in this town,

so stay clean.

If you find out anything,

let me know.

Any other orders?

You get the feeling he and I aren't gonna be the best of friends?

That shouldn't bother you.

Three things I don't need--

Slow horses, bad whiskey, and good friends.

They can all get you killed.

You sure have some strange ideas.

I'm alive.

Well, stay away from him.

You're gettin' kind of bossy.

It won't help anybody

if you or the sheriff get yourself shot.

It'll help the undertaker.

He always makes a profit.

Well, he might make one anyway...

if Mrs. Williams doesn't talk.

Something's bothering her.

Gotta be this.

She won't tell me.

Not even if it means her life.

♪♪

♪♪

Mrs. Williams, Sheriff.

Mr. Trampas, I'm surprised

you'd be interested in our little social.

I'm very interested. May I get you some punch--

No, really--Or maybe this dance?

I'm afraid I promised Chris--

Honey, it's fine.Chris.

Thank you.

I'm sorry if I upset you this morning.

No, that's all right.

It's just...I can't help feeling inside

you didn't receive those letters, too.

Please, I'd rather not talk about it.

Murder is a delicate subject, isn't it?

But that's what this is.

Deliberate, planned murder.

And you're a part of it.

♪♪

You still dance as well as ever.

I heard you were killed

in some trouble down in Mexico.

Not quite.

Almost, but not quite.

Sorry?

Yes.

[ laughs ]

That's my girl.

What's he doing here?

I don't know.

How well do you know him?

How well can you know a man you just met a few days ago?

I do know one thing. If there was trouble,

I'd just as soon have him on my side.

Yeah, right where you could see him. I wouldn't trust him.

Now, where are they?

Why, Mr. Trampas!

Oh, Miss--Maude.

Just plain Maude.

I hope you don't call me Plain Maude.

Excuse me. I'm in a hurry.

Oh, but you mustn't rush off.

You just got here.

I saw you when you came in,

but I couldn't even get to talk to you.

Of course I was frightened when those letters came.

But when I saw your name on the list, I didn't know what to do.

You could've gone to the sheriff.

That's what good, upstanding citizens usually do.

You know I couldn't.

You know, Em, I got the feeling

that your husband doesn't know about the good old days.

What about them?

You met my wife before?

Chris, please, let's go back inside--

I want to know what you have to do with my wife, Evans.

I'll just bet you do.Well?

There's some things a gentleman doesn't talk about.

And, as I'm a gentleman--

♪♪

Sam!

There's no profit in it, Sam.

You're bound and determined

to get in the way of a bullet, aren't you?

Maybe I'll be around to see it.

Evans, I want you out of this town.

I haven't left a town yet till I was ready.

And I'm too old to start.

Emily.

I'll get your things. We're going home.

You knew Sam would be here.

No, I didn't.

Well, you met him before. That's obvious.

The minute you saw his name on that list,

you knew he'd come and see you. That's why you lied about the letter.

No, I don't know Sam Evans was alive.

You have to believe that.Why should I?

Three people are dead, and four more might be,

and you haven't told the truth yet.

You know Sam, you know why somebody's trying to kill us.

Why don't you tell me?

No. My knowing Sam

has nothing to do with this.

It doesn't.

I'll put some coffee on.

You know that I'm gonna want to talk about this.

You do know that, don't you?

Do you want some coffee or do you want to sit out here all night?

Em, what happened?

I--

Four years. Four good years.

And suddenly it's--

Everything's gone all wrong.

Nothing's changed.

Well, you received those letters.

You didn't tell me. Why?

That stagecoach driver-- Peterson.

He did come to see you. Why?

I was the only on on the list he knew.

He hoped I'd have some idea about what was going on, but I don't.

But why didn't you tell me?

Well, I wanted to, Chris--

Because of Evans, isn't it?

Oh, please, leave--

Em, what?

What was it between you?

Is it so bad you can't tell me?

I see.

No.

Well, then what?

We were married!

♪♪

You could've told me, Emily.

Perhaps.

If I'd wanted to make up a lie.

Not the truth?

Am I that unreasonable?

About Sam?

I think you might've been.

Well, I'm not being unreasonable now.

I think we can talk about this calmly.

I don't.

Why not?

Because I know you.

Well, you're wrong.

Oh, Chris, this is pointless.

Well, then get to the point!

Why didn't you tell me?

There wasn't any need.

What do you mean, no need?

Just wasn't important enough to mention, is that it?

It was easier pretending it had never happened.

But it did happen.

And with someone like Evans.

Chris, it didn't last very long.

How long did it last? A year? A week? One night?

Oh, I knew this was gonna happen.

Was it a happy marriage, Emily?

You enjoy living with a paid killer?

Don't you see? I knew you were gonna behave like this!

That's right, it's all my fault, isn't it?!

You were just being kind.

Poor Chrissy's got this crazy idea that paid killers aren't heroes,

so I just won't tell him I was married to one.

Is this what you call being reasonable?

Tell me, Emily-- how did you spend your evenings?

Sitting around, laughing about his latest job?

Chris, stop this.

How did you spend your money?

So much for a new dress, so much for the house,

so much for ammunition?

Tell me, Emily--

where did you get your divorce?

I--I didn't.

♪♪

♪♪

Well, aside from breaking up the happy marriage,

and trying to kill a sheriff,

what else have you accomplished today?

How much?

How much did Emily tell you?

Nothing.

Well, then I guess I'd better go along with the lady.

You knew she was here.

You could've saved me a whole day trampin' around in the sun.

No, I didn't know.

Her name wasn't Williams when I knew her.

When was that?

When was that?

It's got nothin' to do with the killings.

How do you know?

Just forget it.

Look, I don't know what your connection with her is.

All I do know is you don't have the right to decide

what's important and what isn't.

There are other lives involved.

[ snoring ]

♪♪

[ knock on door ]

Yeah, come in.

[ knock on door ]

Come in!

[ knock on door ]

[ knocking ]

Well, come in.

Couldn't stay away, huh?

You had to come. Couldn't resist all this...

downright handsomeness.

Sam...

Sam, I want you to leave town.

Leave town? Heh!

I don't even know if I can walk out of this room.

I'm not as young as I used to be.

Ah, but you are, Em.

Yes, you certainly are.

Sam, last night, Chris made me tell him about us.

I haven't seen him since.

I don't know where he is.

Uh-huh.

Well, what do you want me to do?

Go out and find him and hold his hand?

I'm asking you to behave like a human being.

This wouldn't have happened if you hadn't come here.

Honey, I came here looking for the man

that's trying to kill us. That's all.

You want me to forget that and go out and find your husband, that's--

Sam, I'm begging you.

[ knock on door ]

I do wish people would have more respect for a man's head.

Who is it?

CHRIS: Evans, I want to see you!

Don't answer that.

What do you want to do, honey-- hide under the bed?

I, uh...

I came to talk to Sam, that's all.

You don't have to explain anything to me.

Yes, I do.

If this is gonna go on for a while,

I think I'll climb back into bed.

My head doesn't feel so good.

Unless you got something special to say to me--

That's why I came over here.

Well, let's get it over with.

Not that way.

Not that I wouldn't like to do it that way.

But it's not the way I solve my problems.

Well, that's very commendable.

What did you want to say to me?

Well, I don't know what's gonna happen to Emily and me,

but I just can't let somebody kill her.

So I'm gonna help you find out who it is.

You don't know what's going to happen?

No, I don't.

Well, mister, if you can stand there

and say you don't know what's going to happen,

I'm afraid it already has.

I've known ever since we first met in Wicksville

that if you ever found out about Sam,

we'd be finished.

I've been dreading it for years.

Who'd think a little thing like a marriage

would cause so much trouble?

Mind if I come in?

Why not? Everybody else is.

Look, I've been thinking about something.

Those first two men who were killed--

have you been able to find out where they lived?

No.

Wait a minute. Wicksville?

Wicksville.

You said you met Chris in Wicksville, right?

Well, I've been there.

I've pass through there quite a few times.

And Peterson's stage route--

it went there.

That's where he knew you from.

And I'm guessing you've been there, too.

Yeah, I've been there.

Five or six years ago?

Yeah, about that.

That could be it.

Well, it's not much,

but it's the only link we've found between us.

Nothing in the letters means anything.

They all say "For Billy".

We don't even know who Billy is.

But we've all been to Wicksville.

Yeah.

Well, Sheriff...

it looks like you get your wish.

I'll be leaving your town after all.

That's him.

Now, hold on.

I bought that horse. I own him fair and square.

From Sam Evans?Could be.

Won't do you no good to look for him, though. He left town.

Where'd he go?

Well, he took the Wicksville road, which--

How much?

Well, uh--

Wait a minute.

We might make us a deal.

He sold me this, too.

Interested?

I sure am.

Beans.

I'll bet I've eaten a mountain of 'em.

If I had a little time,

I could've picked up a doe.

Deer meat would go real nice with us, huh, Em?

Em?

Oh.

Hmm.

Suppose we'll get to Wicksville tomorrow, huh?

I'll take the second watch.

I want to go to sleep now

before you people talk me to death.

♪♪

Em.

Em, I want to talk to you.

Em?

I want you to come with me.

Right now.

We'll ride out of here and go someplace

that killer will never find us.

Well, why not? You and him are all busted up.

And I suppose you love me?

Oh, I do.

Indeed I do.

You don't love anybody. You never have.

Em, come on, now.

Oh, Sam...

you don't even love yourself.

Well, you could be right about that.

But maybe I could learn.

With you.

Sam.

Sam!Hmm?

You're supposed to be on watch.

We're in enough trouble.

[ branch cracks ]

♪♪

You stay with her.

Get away from the light.

[ branch snaps ]

Uhh!

Is this what you're lookin' for?

So, you're the one. You've been trailin' us all this time.

Do you know him?Never saw him before.

All right, why do you want to kill us?

If I wanted to kill you, you'd be dead.

I'm on that list, too.

Ned Smith.

Hey.

Come on in. The bar's open.

Heh heh. Why don't you come in here?

Well, what can I do for you?

You want a room?Yes.

You all want rooms?

That's right.

What's happened to this town?

This town? Why, it's just fine.

This is gonna be the busiest little town west of Kansas City.

Growin' all the time.

Yep. We're thinking of putting a sign at the city limits.

"Wicksville-- hub of the West,

great place to settle down."

You folks thinkin' of settling down?

We're not staying.

Oh.

I pass through here about, uh...

five years ago. Were you here then?

It was about five years ago that I came here

and bought this place.

That was the year that the drought started.

It was about four years ago that I enlarged that saloon.

That was the year that the last two paying mines petered out.

And it was two years ago

that I painted this place inside and out.

Looked pretty good. And that was the year

that the stage line quit coming through here.

Most of the folks got smart and moved on.

I was stuck with this.

Well, help yourselves. They're all empty.

I suppose you folks would like some supper here.

Well, you'd better.

This is the only eatin' place in town.

I'll go and get things started.

You're very lucky. I'm a pretty good cook.

Well, I don't see any signs

saying "This way to the killer."

Well...

Hotel register?

Black jack on the red queen.

Tell me, Em, do you think cards can tell the future?

Ah, how was the meal?

I told you I was a pretty good cook.

I don't know when I've ever eaten better beans.

Our horses have been stolen.

Oh, it can't be!

Well, they're gone.

There's never any stealin' around here!

Nobody to do it, and nothin' to steal.

They're gone. That puts us in trouble.

It slows us down for sure.

There must be some more horses in town.

There's some. But nobody's gonna let you have 'em.

They need 'em for themselves.

Without a horse in this country, you're dead.

That, my friend, is an unfortunate choice of words.

You hear about the horses?

Yeah.

What do you got there?

Hotel registers.

What are you lookin' for?

I don't know.

I'm not just gonna sit around and wait for somebody to kill me.

I aim to find out why.

From those?

You got a better idea?

Here, I'll help you.

♪♪

Sheriff?

♪♪

[ wolf howling ]

Mr. Smith, coffee?

Oh, no, thanks.

Mr. Trampas?Thanks.

Sam?No, no.

[ door closes ]

Oh, sorry.

Not a sign of the horses.

Well, I'm going out to the kitchen

to fix myself a bite to eat.

I got a powerful appetite, you know.

You want anything from the bar, just help yourselves.

But don't forget to keep track.

I'll drink to that.

[ wolf howling ]

Well, here it is.

Here it is, Sam.

2nd of August.

It's five years ago.

Six people were registered in the hotel.

Five of them are on the killer's list.

The only names missing

are Emily's and the stage driver's.

Five years ago.

Oh, yeah.

I remember it now. Part of it, anyway.

I was on the way back to the ranch.

I got in here late,

and I didn't see anybody till I came down here for breakfast

the next morning.

Wait a minute.

It was in this room, wasn't it?

I don't know. I don't remember.

We could've only been here for one...one day?

Did we have breakfast, Em?

Her name's on the list.

See? Mr. and Mrs. Sam Evans.

Well, did we, Em?

I don't remember.

I just remember you were impossible that day.

I was impossible?

SAM: You've been yellin' at me all day--

EMILY: I've just about enough of you.

I mean it!

Look, we're doing fine the way we are.

Oh, really? You call this kind of life "doing fine"?

You're just not used to living in a hotel room.

You get used to living in hotels, you'll be all right.

I could get used to living in hotel rooms or anyplace.

What I can't get used to is the way you make your living.

Don't start preachin' at me. Just one minute.

You knew what I did when you married me.

Mm-hmm, and I was a fool.

And that's why I'm leaving you.

Leaving him?Yes, Chris.

Too late, of course, but I was growing up.

Oh, all right, Em. That was then and this is now.

The point is, did we or did we not

have breakfast in this room?

I did.What?

♪♪

I'm sure of that.

I haven't missed breakfast in 25 years.

Probably having steak and eggs, like I always do.

EMILY: Were we there, Mr. Smith?

NED: Maybe.

TRAMPAS: What about me?

How can you expect me to remember that any better than you can?

All I can tell you is the place was crowded

'cause the stage was due to leave.

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

If the room was crowded,

then the others on the list might've been here, too.

Abner Brown.

Juan Carlos.

If the stage was leaving,

that would account for the stage driver--Peterson.

Let's eat up, folks!

Stage is leaving, ten minutes!

SAM: All right, Em.

I'm gonna get on that stage,

and you can stay here and do your settling down,

or whatever it is that you want.

So, I walked out on the little woman.

Is that something to get us all killed for?

Of course not.

Nothing else happened.

Oh, yes.

Something did.

Oh. He's right.

Something else did happen.

And you were probably still in the room, Sam.

[ Sam and Emily arguing ]

Let's eat up, folks.

Stage is leaving, ten minutes.

Stay here? Not on your life.

I'm sick of this, Em.

I'll get on that stage, and you stay here

and do your settling down, or whatever it is you want to do.

[ door opens ]

He's after me.

He's gonna kill me!

Please. Please, you've got to hide me!

Don't tell him.

Please! Don't give me away!

[ door closes ]

Somebody just run in here?

Come on. Maybe he looks like a kid.

But he's a murderer.

KID: No! No!

Please! Help me!

Don't let him take me!

TRAMPAS: That was it.

It took three minutes out of our lives.

Of course, we'd all seen things more violent than that.

And five minutes later, we were all on our separate ways.

Oh, we thought about it for a while.

Not for a year.

Certainly not five years.

But it must be our killer's motive.

It's gotta be.

What's the matter?

Where's Smith?

[ gunshot ]

Get those lights.

Em, go to your room. Go on!

So, Smith's the killer.

That's how he discovered the horses were gone.

He took them himself.

And now he's out there waiting.

♪♪

You serious about protecting Emily?

What do you think?

I think you need some help.

She's upstairs in the corner bedroom.

There's one window in it, and one way to get to it.

That's by a rope down from the roof.

Now, if I were you,

I'd put her in one corner of that room,

and I'd sit in the other corner

with a gun in my hand.

And then what-- if you were me?

I'd shoot anything that showed up in that window

or came through that door.

And where will you be?

Long gone.

Bartender keeps a couple of horses in a corral on the other side of town.

If I can get there, I'll be all right.

I thought you wanted to get the man who was trying to kill you.

Oh, sure, sure--

if the odds are in my side.

Waiting around here is a sucker game.

Why don't you clear out, Trampas?

Adiós, amigo.

Heh.

I'm gonna take his advice.

Go ahead. I'll stay down here.

Evans left.

That would be Sam.

I don't love him.

I guess I never did.

By the time I met you,

I thought he was dead.

And, knowing the way you felt about men like that,

I couldn't bring myself to tell you.

It must've been awfully hard on you. I'm sorry.

[ footsteps ]

Wait, it's me.

Look, this business has nothing to do with me.

There's no call for me to get shot.

I mean, you understand.

I understand.

Hey. Where are you going?

I got me a cast-iron stove in the kitchen

that a cannonball would bounce off of.

I'm gonna get behind it.

All right. But you'd better stay behind it.

We wouldn't want any accidents, would we?

♪♪

[ gunshot ]

Stand up slow.

We almost saved Mr. Smith some trouble.

[ footsteps ]

I saw a face through the window.

I should've waited.

I went after him.

Well, if it isn't Smith, then who?

Sam!

It was you.

It was you all along. Why?

You murdered my boy.

All of you.

Your boy?

That marshal five years ago--

My boy killed his brother.

It was self-defense.

But he knew he'd never come to trial, and he was right.

He was...

shot while trying to escape.

You were the ones that turned him in.

If you'd hid him that day, like he begged you...

he'd be alive now.

That's why you wrote "For Billy" across those letters.

You handed him over to be shot down,

not knowing was he right or was he wrong.

You didn't even know his name.

Well, you know now.

William James Simmons.

How is he?He's dead.

That makes two of us.

Oh, nonsense, Sam. They can't kill you.

No?

You remember, Trampas, what I said about...

slow horses...

bad whiskey...

And friends.

Oh, Em.

If you really--

If you really are gonna stick with that lawman,

then I think you ought to know

that you're really married to him, right and proper.

You see...

I don't think that our marriage

was really legal.

I forgot to mention I already had a wife

down in Mexico.

♪♪

Sam.

Sam.

Was that the truth?

Do you think I'd lie?

♪♪

You sure you don't want to go back to Shiloh with me?

We can always use an extra hand.

Well, I only got one left.

What, then?

Business as usual?

Well, it's the only thing I know.

Sam...

there's probably a lot of men like Adams

who'd like to run into you again...

if they knew about that arm.

Well, I won't mention it if you won't.

[ laughs ]

♪♪

[ theme music playing ]