All language subtitles for The Virginian S07E06 - Image of an Outlaw

Whoa.

Easy, boy. Easy, boy.

Whoa! Whoa!

- What's the trouble?
- Stepped in a chuckhole. Went lame on me.

Anything I can do to help?

Sure can, mister. If
you'll just give me a lift,

I'll tie him to the back
of your rig. Get! Get!

Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!

Whoa!

I just saw McCullough. Who?

Wally McCullough, the outlaw. I
was out riding... Ben, Ben, Ben, Ben.

Just simmer down,
will you? Yeah, but...

Now, wait a minute. Now,
exactly where'd you see this fella...

you, uh, think is McCullough?

On Shiloh range, just this side
of Silver Creek, by the west road.

And I don't think he's
McCullough. I know he is.

What makes you so
sure? Are you forgettin'...

I was on that stage he
held up at Little River?

Never forget his face
if I live to be a million!

Well, aren't you
going after him?

Uh-huh. Well, why
don't you? Darn it, Abbott!

Sometimes I don't
know why I voted for you.

Well, next election, you
can vote for another sheriff,

if you can find someone
fool enough to take this job.

Here. Is that him?

Yeah, that's him, all right.

Well, now, are you gonna stand here
jabbering all day while he gets away?

No. I was just wondering...

what a man like McCullough
would be doing on Shiloh range.

Well, why don't you go out and
catch him? And then you can ask him.

That's just what I'm gonna do.

You say just this side
of Silver Creek? Yeah.

Aren't you gonna get a posse?

He's alone, isn't he? You're no
match for him, Mark. He's a killer.

Just look
at the bright side, Ben.

You'll get a chance to vote
for a new sheriff.

Hi. Howdy.

For a minute, I thought
you were somebody else.

Sorry to disappoint you.
Who were you looking for?

Ben Robbins said he saw an
outlaw named Wally McCullough...

on your range,
over by Silver Creek.

I was just checking on it.

Want me to ride with
you? Oh, no, thanks.

I don't put much stock in it.
Doesn't make sense...

an outlaw would ride around
Shiloh range in broad daylight.

Here's a picture of him.

That's Rafe Judson.

A new hand I just put on
a couple of weeks ago.

You sure? No doubt about it.

He said he'd been wandering
around, needed a job.

I put him on
for a couple of days,

saw he knew what he was doing,
put him on regular.

I didn't see him in the saloon with
the rest of your gang on Saturday night.

He doesn't go to town.
He told one of the hands...

he was saving his money
to buy a spread of his own.

Well, I guess
I owe Ben an apology.

Hmm.

He sure had me fooled. He's
one of the best hands I've got.

He's a smart one too. Found
a good place to hide out.

Last place in the world the
law would look for an outlaw.

Let's find him.

What happened? Hit a chuckhole.

Was he hurt bad?
Ah, can't tell yet.

Main thing is
to get the hurt out.

Couple of days, we'll see
when the swelling goes down.

Maybe we should
call Doc Haskins. Nah.

There's nothin' he can do
besides what I'm doing now.

There, boy.

Now, you just take it easy.

In a couple weeks,
you'll be as good as new.

You do what he says, you hear?

Here, I'll help you. Thank you.

Boo. Back. Back. Back. Back.

Back.

Boo, back. Back. Back.

Howdy. Trampas. Trampas.

I didn't do it.

Has Rafe come back in yet?

He's somewhere around.
You want me to find him for you?

I'll handle it.

What's the matter?
He in some kind of trouble?

Looks like it. There he is.

Hold it. Wait till I get
Elizabeth out of there.

What do you want him for,
Mark? Robbery and murder.

You gonna cut out a new
mount? Guess I'll have to.

Liz.

Your, uh... Your uncle wants
to see you up at the house.

I'll be right up, as soon as I
watch Rafe try to rope a horse.

Try to? I'll bet you don't
make it the first time.

I think your uncle meant now.

All right. Bye-bye.

Mr. Grainger ain't up
at the ranch house.

I saw him go into town
over an hour ago.

I just said that in case you
decided to do anything foolish.

Well, what do you mean?

Drop your gun belt.

What's goin' on? Drop it.

Better do as he says.

Now, what's goin' on
around here?

Let's get started, McCullough.

McCullough?

What? Has everybody gone loco?

- What's the matter?
- Liz, stay out of this.

Stay out of what?
What's he done?

According to this, quite a bit.

Well, now, will someone
let me in on the secret?

I'm telling you, Sheriff,
you're making a big mistake.

I never held up anybody in my
whole life, let alone killed anybody.

If I had a dollar for every man I heard
say that, I'd be a rich man. Come on.

Sheriff, I can't help it
about that picture.

But you can't put a man in jail
because he looks like somebody.

Inside.

What do I have to do to convince
you I'm not Wally McCullough?

You don't have to
convince me of anything.

That'll be up to
the jury to decide.

You got him! I saw
you riding into town.

All right, Ben, I'll say it.
You were right. I told ya.

I said you were right.
You're darn tootin' I was.

When you're sittin' in a stage,
looking down the muzzle of a gun,

you don't forget that
man's face that easy.

Not that soon anyway.

Oh, Ben.
Don't you leave town now.

They're gonna want you to tell
your story at the trial. Sure thing.

Oh, uh, nice work, Sheriff.

I didn't mean what I said about
wondering why I voted for you.

Sheriff! Hey, Sheriff!

I gotta see you.

Now, look. You're gonna
get your day in court.

That man I just heard... He was
on the stage McCullough robbed?

That's right. He said he wouldn't
forget a man's face that soon.

He's talking about that robbery
at Little River, right?

- That's the one.
- Well, I couldn't have done it.

I was out branding cattle
all that day.

I remember hearing about the robbery
when I got back to the bunkhouse.

Well, ask Trampas or the
foreman. I was with them all day.

They'll tell ya.

You want to find out, don't you?
You want to know if I did it or not.

If you're sending me out there
on a wild goose chase...

Ask them. You'll see.
Go ahead and ask 'em.

All right.

Well, I'll ask Sam Langley
to look into it.

Sounds like he could use
a good lawyer.

Well, if he's McCullough, there's
not much any lawyer can do for him.

He sure had me fooled. I'd just
as soon suspect my own brother.

You haven't got a brother. Well, if I did
have one, I'd just as soon suspect him.

Clay? What's this Elizabeth says
about one of our hands being in trouble?

Uh, it seems like we've been harboring
a holdup man. I just don't believe it.

You saw the poster.

I don't care. It must've
been his twin brother.

If he'd had a twin brother,
he'd have said so.

Then there's another
explanation.

What makes you so positive?
He was only here a few weeks.

Call it woman's intuition. Oh.

Hi. Don't tell me
you're after somebody else.

No, I'm looking for Trampas.
They said he was up here.

We're all in the study. You can
guess what we're talking about.

I'll have to try and find a replacement
for him before we start the roundup.

Well, hello, Mark. Clay.

What can we do for you? Do you remember
the exact day you did your branding?

You rode all the way out here
just to ask that? Yeah, that's right.

Has this anything
to do with Rafe Judson?

It might have. I've got
to know the exact day.

Well, I've got it right here
in the ledger.

Uh... Well, it was
a week ago, Tuesday.

Your man says he was
working with you all that day.

Is that right? Yeah. We spelled
each other on the branding iron.

And you were together
all the time, the whole day?

Sure. One man can't rope and
brand a calf at the same time.

- You know that.
- I'll back him up.

I saw Rafe off and on that
whole day. He never left the area.

Well, what's that got to do with...
Ben Robbins identified Rafe...

as the man who held up the stagecoach
and killed a guard at Little River.

The same day
you did your branding.

He couldn't have done both
the same day.

Little River's over
30 miles from here.

Yeah, I know that.

I told you so. I just knew he couldn't
be an outlaw. What about the poster?

Beats me.

Everybody's supposed to have a
dead ringer somewhere in the world.

No reason their paths
couldn't cross.

Well, it looks like that's
what happened, all right.

Maybe they'll pay more attention
to woman's intuition from now on.

They certainly will...
until the next time.

Well, thank you for coming out,
Mark. It made us feel a lot better.

Well, I guess I'd better
get back and tell him

the good news. Thank
you, Clay. Mrs. Grainger.

I'll go with ya. I'd like to be
there when he gets the word.

Yeah, me too. Might
call for a little celebration.

With me around,
who needs a jury?

All you have to do
is ask me... guilty or

not guilty... and I'll
be happy to tell them.

Well, don't let it go to your head
just because you were right once.

Listen to him. Pure envy.

Mm-hmm.

I think she really believes in
that female intuition business.

Why shouldn't she? It's true.

Howdy.

Set 'em up, Harry, for
the luckiest man in town.

You bet. You know, if McCullough'd
pulled that job any day but branding day,

you'd be hung for sure. Yeah.

Hey, I'll buy.

I was just going to look for
you. He's at the bar, big as life.

I know it. I was just
looking for you. Yeah, but...

Come on. I want you
to meet Rafe Judson.

Are you sure he isn't...
I'm positive. Come on.

Never knew a man who needed
one more. Well, here he is.

I was just telling him
about you. I'm sure sorry.

I never thought two men could look that
much alike. Oh, that's all right, mister.

Neither did I. Could
I buy you a drink?

You're gonna have to
wait in line. Fair enough.

I think it's gonna be a long
evening. I think I'll check out.

So long, Mark. No hard feelings?

Mister, I'm so happy that's over,
I'll never be mad at anybody again.

Well, hear, hear. To
McCullough, wherever you are.

Huh? For choosing
branding day to rob the stage.

I'll drink to that.

Sure you weren't followed?
Don't worry. I was careful.

Get the saddlebags.

What did you bring?
Bacon, flour, coffee...

and this.

Look.

Yeah? What about it?

Well, keep reading.

"Rafe Judson, cowhand
employed at Shiloh Ranch,

"was arrested because,
according to Ben Robbins,

"who had been on the stage that
was held up by Wally McCullough,

"the cowhand was a dead ringer
in looks for the wanted outlaw.

"Positively identified by Robbins, the
cowhand was released several hours later...

when it was proved that he was
at Shiloh at the time of the robbery."

What do you know about that?

Me and some cowhand look alike.

Too bad they didn't hang him.

Then they could stop
looking for me.

Why, you wouldn't want 'em to
hang an innocent man, would you?

No. Yeah, if he looked
enough like me.

It must be a funny feeling, knowing
someone else looks so much like you,

folks can't tell the difference.

Long as you don't get them mixed
up, he can look any way he wants, huh?

She's coming along just fine.

In a week,
she'll be as good as new.

Say, I forgot to mail this for
Elizabeth last time I was in town.

Run it in for me, will you,
before she finds out about it.

It's a pattern for a dress she's
ordering from Kansas City.

Very important.
Top priority. Yes, sir.

I'm given to understand
that if that dress isn't here...

by the time the dance comes up
next month, heads will roll... mine.

I'll take care of it.

You can pick up the mail
while you're there.

All right.

Hi. Hi.

I forgot to ask. Did you send
the pattern off to Kansas City?

Why, of course. You don't think I'd
forget something like that, do you?

I was just asking.
Don't take offense.

It's on its way. Thank you.

Hyah. Hyah!

Get up, McCullough.

Put that rifle up, mister!

You all right? Who are you?

I was just about
to ask you the same thing.

Well, it don't matter who I am.

But he's worth a thousand
dollars, dead or alive.

Bounty hunter, huh?

Well, you're barking up the wrong
tree. We've already been through that.

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

there's a reward out for
McCullough, and I aim to get it.

Well, you're wasting
your time here then.

This is Rafe Judson, who has the
misfortune of looking like McCullough.

What are you fellas trying to do,
cut me out of the reward money?

No, just trying to keep you
out of a lot of trouble.

He works at Shiloh Ranch,
same as I do.

Oh, by the way,
you're on Shiloh property.

You say he's a ranch
hand? Mm-hmm.

Tell you what. You go on into town
and ask the sheriff about Rafe Judson.

If he don't back me up, I'll
hand him over to you personally.

Fair enough?

Could be you're trying to get rid of
me so you can take him in yourself.

You'll just have to
take that chance.

- Well, if I find you're lying...
- You know where to find me.

That was close. If you
hadn't come along...

Think you'd better stick close to
the ranch till they get this McCullough.

They may never get him.

I can't spend the rest of my life
hanging around the bunkhouse.

Besides, the boss gave me
some errands to run in town.

Oh. You better let this fella
go into town first...

so the sheriff
can give him the word.

Good idea.

Maybe you oughta get a
letter from the sheriff, like, uh,

a safe conduct pass so people
won't keep trying to arrest you.

That'd be fine, except for this
guy didn't wanna ask any questions.

Yeah. Well, you better
stay away from strangers.

At least in town, they know
about it. You should be safe there.

I hope so. Thanks again.

That was twice
you saved my neck.

Third time's the charm.
I'll get your horse.

Mornin'. Oh, mornin'.

How's everything going?

Outside of almost being bushwhacked
by a bounty hunter, everything is great.

When did that happen?
Just a little while ago.

He's probably up your office now waitin'
to see if that story Trampas told him...

about McCullough and me is true.

I'll straighten him out. Thanks.

"Dear Mr. Judson,

"We regret to inform you that
the owners of the Circle B...

"are unable to extend
your option time.

"You must make
the first payment of $500...

"by the 30th of this month...

"or forfeit your option
to buy the ranch.

Yours very truly, C.N. Duncan."

And you say they won't give you
another extension on your option.

No, sir. They want the
500 by the end of the month.

How much can you give them?

Well, 150. That's all
I got to my name.

Well, the way
I understand your setup,

if I could loan you the
rest of the down payment,

you'd be obligated to make monthly payments
till the principal was fully paid off.

Well, I was plannin'
on makin' the payments...

out of the profits
once I took over.

I'm afraid it's not quite
that easy, or that certain.

But the land's already
stocked with cattle.

It wouldn't be like starting
from scratch. That isn't the point.

What is? How's a man
supposed to make it on his own?

By being a little more patient.
Waiting until he's in a better position...

to take on such
a financial obligation.

So that one bad month wouldn't
lose him everything he's put into it.

But you saw what the
letter said. They won't wait.

There'll be other opportunities,
believe me.

I'd be doing you a
disservice and taking an

unwarranted risk with
my depositor's money...

if I granted you the loan
that you want at this time.

I see.

Keep working and saving. Maybe
in a year or so, we can do business.

I know. Seems like a
long time, but you're young.

You have your whole life
ahead of you.

The main thing you
need right now is patience.

Main thing I need now is money.

Sorry.

It'll go out tomorrow. Fine.

Any word from the stage
yet, Frank? Oh, yes, sir.

We just received a telegram.
Broke down over in Hendersonville.

- When will it be in?
- Well, not till tomorrow.

We're sorry about the delay,
sir. Well, you oughta be.

How would you like to tell a couple
of dozen miners itchin' to go to town...

they're not gonna get paid
because the stage broke down?

Well, I wouldn't like it, sir.

Well, I don't either. What time
tomorrow is that stage due?

2:00. I'll be here.

And that payroll
better be here then too.

You'd think it was my fault.

That'll be a dollar and a half.

I thank you, sir.

Can I get in?

Sure.

Well, might as well be broke
as the way I am now.

I don't see
Rafe's horse anywhere.

You're getting to be quite a worrier,
aren't you? Good hands are hard to find.

He probably stopped off and
had a drink while he was in town.

Not unless somebody else was
buying. He's saving his money.

I'll try that sometime.

I call. Full house.

Four kings.

Well, that does it for me.

Hey, you were right.
Your friend the bounty hunter...

was waiting for me
when I got back to my office.

Finally convinced him, but he sure
hated to give up that reward money.

Couldn't really
blame him though.

McCullough's own mother would
have trouble telling the difference.

What time tomorrow is that stage due?
2:00.

I'll be here. And that payroll
better be here then too.

McCullough's own mother would
have trouble telling the difference.

Yes, sir. I'd like to take a look
at some of your back papers.

Sure. How far back?
Oh, just a couple of weeks.

Those back numbers are
on that rack right over there.

Find what you're looking
for? Yeah, thank you.

Any, uh, particular
make of carbine?

No. I was just thinkin'
about doing a little huntin'.

Well, how about
a Winchester .44-40?

Mmm. Seems fine. I'll take it.

You'll want some shells
to go with it.

This is my last box of .44-40s.

It'll hold me for a while. I got some
more coming in in a couple of days.

Fine. How much do I owe you?

That'll be 21.50,
carbine and shells.

Just made it.

Thank you. Thank you.

Whoa! Whoa!

Whoa!

Throw your guns down!

You too.

Now throw down the strongbox.

Keep your heads inside,
all of ya!

- Get 'em out of here!
- Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah!

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

What happened? We
got held up four miles back.

Nat got plugged in the
shoulder. It was McCullough.

Same one that held us up
two weeks ago.

Help him get Nat down. Put him
in my office. You get Doc Benson.

I'll see if I can
pick up McCullough's trail.

Hyah! Hyah!

Howdy. Howdy.

Well, I hear your twin
brother's been acting up again.

What do you mean? Josh
just get back from town,

and he said McCullough
held up the stage again.

I guess somebody'll be asking
you where you've been all morning.

- Howdy.
- Howdy, Trampas. Rafe.

- Where'd you work today?
- See? I told you.

Told him what? McCullough
held up the stage again.

I told Rafe somebody would come
along asking him to account for himself.

- Are they sure it was McCullough?
- Stage driver identified him.

I was workin' the north
meadow, rounding up strays.

I thought Shorty
was gonna work the meadow.

Well, I didn't mean
to get up that far.

I just started chasing 'em
and kept going.

Huh. How'd you
find out about the holdup?

Josh heard about it in town.
Said Abbott got up a posse,

but Josh had to leave
before they got back.

Hmm. Between
bounty hunters and posses,

you'd better stay close
to the ranch for a while.

I sure will.

What are you doin' here? I
didn't expect you till next week.

What's wrong? Plenty!

What's the big idea?
What are you talking about?

I thought you were gonna
lay low for a while. That's right.

Then why'd you go
and pull another holdup,

get every tin star and
his brother looking for you!

What holdup?
What are you talking about?

Don't play games with me, Wally.

Hey, I'm not trying
to play games.

I'm trying to find out
what's going on around here.

I suppose you're gonna tell me you've just
been sitting here all the time I was gone.

That's right. I haven't set foot out
of this place since I seen you last.

Now, what the devil's this
all about a holdup?

Four days ago, a stage was
held up just outside Medicine Bow.

It wasn't me. The driver
and the guard said it was.

I don't care what they said!
I was here all the time!

Then why'd they both
recognize you?

I don't know.
They made a mistake.

Both of 'em? Wally,
the driver of the stage...

was the same one you held up
when you killed the shotgun guard.

Angie, it wasn't me. I swear.

I've been here waiting
for things to cool down.

Then what... Wait a
minute. Wait a minute.

Where'd you say this stage was
held up? The one they blame me for?

Just outside Medicine Bow. Why?

Yeah.

What are you looking for?
That paper you brought me,

telling me about that ranch
hand that looked like me.

Worked around Medicine Bow,
didn't he?

Yeah. That must be it.

Mm-hmm. He's gettin' the
loot, and I'm gettin' the blame.

Yeah, and he's in the clear.

Oh, he's a smart one, all right.

Here it is.

Yeah. Rafe Judson's his name.

Works for the Shiloh
outfit in Medicine Bow.

Oh. Let me get a hold
of him. Wait a minute.

Maybe he did you a favor, Wally.

Maybe he did both of us a favor.

What do you mean?

Well, if he can make folks
think he's you,

why couldn't it work
the other way around?

Hmm?

I like that.

I like that just fine.

We're gonna get
out of here, Angie,

a lot easier than we thought.

Yeah, that's him, all right.

Looks enough like you
to be your twin.

Yeah.

Throw down your gun.

Nice and easy now.

What do you want?

Thought it's about time I got a look
at the man who's my spittin' image.

That's a pretty smart trick
you pulled.

Trick?

Now, you're not gonna tell me
you didn't pull that last holdup...

I got the blame for?

No. I didn't think you would.

So I got to figurin'. You're gettin'
the money, and I'm gettin' the blame.

I might as well take the money.

Hand it over.

I ain't got it on
me. Then get it.

And don't tell me
it's at the ranch.

You're a little bit too smart to
stash it where anybody could find it.

This way.

It's under the rocks. Get it!

Just toss it up here.

It's all there.

How'd you know there'd be
this kind of money on board?

I heard somebody in town
say so. Now, that's what I like.

A man who uses his head.

Here.

Don't forget his
clothes. I won't.

I'll be at the hotel. Room 112.

If it's found on me,
nobody'll believe I'm you.

What do you mean?

Now, don't tell me a smart man
like you hasn't figured that out.

If you can make people think you're
me, it's just as easy the other way around.

Meet the new Rafe Judson.

Look. I won't say anything.
I promise.

I know you won't.

Dig.

You got it all figured out, don't you...
just how you're gonna get rid of me.

I figure everything out
first. That's why I'm alive.

Well, you figured it all wrong if you
think I'm gonna dig my own grave.

You'll dig it, because you wanna
squeeze out every last second you got.

Otherwise...

In a couple of days,
I'll quit my job here,

and Angie and I will
be on our way.

It'll be nice to ride into town
in the middle of the day,

step up to the bar.

Anything for me? Nope.

That's the story of my
life. I know what you mean.

Howdy, Clem. Trampas.

You missed a spot
right over there.

Uh, don't show me where
they are. I'm just about done.

Say, that fella Abbott mistook
for that outlaw, um...

He works for you, don't he?
That's right. What about it?

Uh, tell him a couple more
boxes of .44-40s just come in.

He can pick 'em up
anytime. Well, what for?

For that carbine he bought.
Tell him I'll just put it on his bill.

You be sure and pay him on time.

I'll tell him.

So long, Clem. So long.

I don't get it. Get what?

Why would a man
who's been saving his money...

and won't even go into town
on Saturday night to buy a beer...

all of a sudden turn around
and buy an expensive rifle?

Maybe he wants to
go huntin'. Hello, Mark.

Hi, Mark. Anything new on
that, uh, McCullough business?

Nope. Only good news is that the
shotgun guard's gonna pull through.

Glad to hear that.
He's a lucky man.

.44-40 at point-blank range
usually does the trick.

.44-40? Yeah. Why?

Nothin'. I'll see ya.

So long, Mark.

You know, I think you're tryin' to
add up two and two to make five.

Judson couldn't be
McCullough, if that's what

you're thinkin'. We've
already proved that.

I know it.
But we haven't proved...

he isn't trying to cash in on the
fact he looks like McCullough.

But we already know where he was the day
of the holdup. He was on the north meadow.

Yeah. Alone, remember?

All right. All right.
Just for the sake of argument,

suppose he did
want to rob the stage.

Why would he buy a carbine?
Why not use his own gun?

Maybe...

Maybe he wanted to use the
same kind of gun McCullough uses.

How would he know what
kind of gun McCullough uses...

unless he broke into the sheriff's
office and went through Mark's files?

Could be one other way.

All of a sudden, people
are interested in old issues.

I sure wish they'd take as much
interest in the new ones. Have a seat.

Somebody else been interested
in back issues, have they?

Yeah. That fellow who all that
fuss was about a while back.

The one who looked
like that outlaw.

It's only natural
Rafe would be curious.

I'll buy that.

It also says McCullough
shot that guard with a carbine.

.44-40?

It doesn't say.

Guard at Little River was shot with
a .45-70. Nat was shot with a .44-40.

Why couldn't McCullough have
bought a different caliber carbine?

Well, it's possible.
It's unlikely.

Man finds a gun that suits
him, he generally sticks with it,

especially in
McCullough's line of work.

That's true. But I still think
there's some explanation.

We can make a reasonable
explanation for each thing by itself.

But you put 'em all together, you can make
a pretty good case for suspecting Judson.

Point is,
what are we gonna do about it?

He's practically got
a license to steal...

and have McCullough
take the blame.

This is a new one on me.

Well, the only thing I can
think of is... catch McCullough.

Why didn't I think of that?

It's me. Open the door.

Everything all right?

Mm-hmm.

Hey. Like my hair this way?

Yeah. I counted the money.

It's all there, every dollar
the paper said was stolen.

That poor cowhand never got
to enjoy a penny of it.

Maybe we should have waited
until he pulled a few more jobs.

I guess I shouldn't
be too greedy.

You're not...

That's right.

There's been a little
change in plans.

You killed him.

Now, where's that money I never
got a chance to spend a penny of?

It's in my saddlebag.
I haven't touched it.

Good.

What are you gonna do now?

You mean, am I gonna kill you?

I won't say anything, I promise.

That's the same thing I said
just a little while ago.

I didn't mean them any more than
you do right now. But I do mean it.

What would I have to
gain by double-crossing

you? I'd just get
myself in trouble.

You got a point there. But on the
other hand, I'd never know, now would I?

Yes, you would.
Take me with you.

Then you would. Wally and me was
goin' to Canada. We could still do that.

Once you got across the border,
you wouldn't have to worry about me.

You'd be safe.
Nobody could touch you.

You might even want me
to stay with you...

once we got to know each other.

I thought you were
McCullough's girl.

He's dead.
Why not give it a try?

It could work out just
fine. You mean that?

You won't be sorry.
I promise you.

I don't want to do him any injustice,
but I thought you ought to know.

Well, you were right.

And don't worry about
doing Judson an injustice.

There's nothing to it,
there's no harm done.

On the other hand,
if he is involved,

we'll know about it sooner or
later when he makes his next move.

Suppose he doesn't? Suppose he's
willing to let it go at just this one job?

If he's guilty, he's not
gonna let it go at just one,

not when he's got a good thing
like this going for him.

Hi. Who's got a good thing
going for 'em?

Well, haven't we got big ears.

The better to hear secrets with.
Well, I'd better be getting back to work.

You know, I can always
tell when you're talking

about something you don't
want me to know about.

Everyone shuts up
when I come in.

And then they pretend that
they were just going anyway.

I'll remember not
to do that next time.

Won't do you any good.
I'd still know.

Woman's intuition? Well,
it worked before, didn't it?

Remember when you thought
that Rafe Judson was that outlaw?

Well, boasting is not a
particularly attractive female trait.

I wasn't boasting.

- I was just pointing out that I was right.
- Oh.

We learn a little every
day, don't we? Good-bye.

Bye. Well.

To what do I owe this
delightful interruption?

Well, aren't we being flowery.

I just wanted to ask if I
might be late for supper.

I'm going to ride over to
the Farrels to see Betty.

All right. But don't
be too late. I won't be.

Good-bye.

Well, leg's all well again,
huh? Yeah, I think so.

Thought I'd take it easy
with him for a while though.

That's a good idea. Say, did
you get the foreman's message...

about picking up a box
of .44-40s?

Yeah, he told me.

That Winchester's a real fine
carbine. Let me try it out sometime?

- I'm afraid I can't.
- Oh?

Yeah, I sent the gun up to
my kid brother for his birthday.

Oh. Well.

Trampas.

Just talked to Grainger
about it. What did he think?

Same as we do. All we can do is
keep our eyes open and our mouths shut.

Well, I think we can all relax. He
didn't buy the carbine for himself.

He sent it to his kid brother
for his birthday. He just told me.

Well, don't you see?
The whole case against him...

was based on him using the carbine
to make people think he's McCullough.

Now, if he just bought it for
his kid brother... That's a big "if."

Uh... Anybody ever tell you
you were stubborn? All the time.

Mornin'. Mornin', Mark.
What brings you out this way?

- I'm looking for a murderer.
- Who got killed?

All we know is the name she
signed to the hotel register.

- Angie Becker.
- "Angie Becker." Doesn't ring a bell.

No one in town knew her.

How was she killed?
She was strangled.

She'd only checked in a
few hours before it happened.

No one saw anybody
go up to her room.

But I guess he could have
used the outside stairway.

This is gettin' to be
a real wild place.

Anybody around here
seen any strangers?

Not that I know of.
I'll check with the hands.

Yeah. Ask 'em to keep
an eye open, would you?

Well, uh, when did it happen?

It's hard to tell. They didn't
find her till this morning...

when the cleaning woman
went up to make up her room.

They found a whiskey bottle
and two glasses on the dresser,

like she'd been expecting
company, but that's all.

Well, I gotta check
the other ranches.

Let me know if anyone
new shows up, will you?

Pass the word to the
hands, will you? Yeah.

Come in.

Could I talk to you a minute?

Well, sure. What's on your mind?

Well, I've been thinkin'. I'd like
to draw my pay and move on.

Any particular reason?
Yeah, it's this McCullough thing.

People bailed me
out of trouble twice,

but there's liable to come a time
when a bounty hunter comes along...

and draws a bead on me, and
nobody from Shiloh's gonna be around.

So I'm figurin' I'll rest a lot easier
in some other part of the country...

where they ain't
lookin' for him.

You don't think you'd be safe as long as
you stick around here until they catch him?

They may never get him.

And besides,
I'm gettin' a little edgy.

Well, I can't say
as I blame you.

Um, tell you what.

I don't have any cash
on hand right now.

See me in the morning, and I'll
take care of it. All right. Thank you.

And you think it was a grave?

All I know is
the ground was soft,

it was long enough
and wide enough to be one,

and I had to chase
a coyote away.

I didn't want to probe around
there any more. Well, you did right.

You think you can
find it again? Yes.

Well, we'd better take a look.

It's McCullough.

Are you sure? Judson was
at the ranch when we left.

There's a $1,000 reward
for McCullough, dead or alive.

And there's only one person
who'd gain more...

by not bringing his body
in and claiming the reward.

I guess you were
right. He's plannin' on

pullin' more jobs and
blamin' it on McCullough.

Well, we know that...
At least we're pretty sure.

But there's not one
single piece of evidence

against him that
would stand up in court.

It's all supposition
and guesswork.

So we can't even tie him in
with McCullough's murder.

Wouldn't matter if we could.
McCullough was a fugitive.

It's gonna be pretty hard
pretending everything's just dandy...

while we wait for him
to make his next move.

- He may decide to lay low for months.
- It's worse than that.

He's drawing his pay
and pullin' out in the morning.

♪♪

Rafe. Hey.

Think that'll pass inspection?
Somebody giving a party?

Party? No. A party's
just a once-over-lightly.

This is for Gus
Varden. Who's he?

Big cattle buyer. Mr. Grainger's going
to town this afternoon to pick him up.

It's a little early in the year
to be buyin' cattle, ain't it?

Varden gets first pick on account
of he pays cash on the barrel-head.

He's good for $5,000,
$8,000 a year, every year.

Money like that, you
meet the stage in person...

and the rig is shiny
as a brand-new penny.

Well, it's no wonder.
Need any help?

No, I got plenty of time. The
stage doesn't come in till 3:00.

See ya. Yo.

Think he went for it?

Well, if he didn't, I wasted
a lot of elbow grease.

Some kid brother.

Suppose he just keeps on
going? How far do we follow him?

Till we know for sure,
one way or the other.

Whoa! Whoa!

Drop your guns!

Both of ya!

Passengers, out!

- Drop your gun!
- Hyah! Come on!

That's all, Rafe. Nice
game while it lasted.

All right.
Drop your rifle over here.

When did you find out?

It took a while. What about
Angie Becker? Did you kill her too?

Might as well talk.
You can only hang once.

She was McCullough's girl.
They tried to kill me.

All right. Get down.

We brought a whole stagecoach
out here just for you.

Much obliged.

Yeah. Thanks a lot.

If he'd been smart enough
to quit while he was ahead,

he'd be home free.

Been that smart, he never
would've started in the first place.

Giddyap, then. Hyah!