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We made it!

Why are females always so sure they're gonna miss a train?

It's a mystery to me. I've never missed one yet.

You've always had Aunt Holly to worry you to the station on time.

I hope I didn't forget anything. I don't see how.

You're taking half of Cheyenne home with you.

Good evening. How far are you folks traveling with us tonight?

Medicine Bow, Conductor. Well, sir, we'll try to get you there safe and sound.

We don't have too many passengers on this night run,

so we're only warming up the first coach.

Will you follow me, ma'am, and I'll give you a hand? Watch your step.

Well, looks like we're gonna have our pick of seats.

Well, most people prefer to travel in the

daytime so they can see where they're going.

Is this all right? Whatever you like.

Want to sit by the window or on the aisle? The window, please.

Here. Let me help you with that and you can slide in.

Boy, you need another hand. Let me help you there.

If you can grab that one. Yes.

Think all this is gonna fit on one train?

I didn't buy all that much. Just a few little things for Aunt Holly.

I'd sure hate to be standing under all those

little things if we came to a sudden stop.

- I'd be buried alive. - Hmm.

Well, now.

You folks have a nice trip. If there's anything you want, you just call for me.

The name is Michael Patrick. Ah, thank you, Mr. Patrick. Pure kind of you.

I don't know.

There just doesn't seem to be anyone around here to help us. Find someone.

I've gotta get on that train.

Evvy, are you sure you want to do this?

I didn't ask you to come with me.

I can't let you go all the way to San Francisco alone.

Maybe I'd be better off. You were certainly no help tonight.

Evvy, there was nothing I could do but ring down the curtain.

You didn't say one word... not one word to that howling audience.

Well, they were in no mood to listen to speeches.

Now, all they wanted was their money back. We gave them that.

Conductor.

Hi. Put that trunk in the baggage car.

Ma'am, I heard nothing about a trunk.

Well, actually, we just purchased our tickets.

It was a last-minute decision. Sorry to trouble you.

All right, sir. I'll attend to it. Thank you.

Now can we get on the train?

I don't see how people can stand livin' in the city, all crowded together...

and jammed on top of each other like that.

Looks like we're having company after all.

All right, Evvy. If you'll just move over, please.

I refuse to sit next to the window, with all that soot and smoke.

Well, all right. There's plenty of room. I'll just sit over here.

Suit yourself.

You should have stayed, Charlie.

Evvy, we both should have stayed.

Mmm!

Hey! Wait for me!

Wait for me!

Whoo-hoo!

Talk about waiting till the last minute. Whoo. Phew.

That was a darn fool stunt. You could've broken your neck.

Worse. I could've broke my bottle.

Ooh.

Sorry, ma'am.

I'm sorry, ma'am. Guess this critter's trying to throw me.

Well, in that case, why don't you sit down?

Well, I aim to, ma'am, as soon as I find a place.

This seat taken?

Why, no.

- No, it's not. - Well, now, that suits me fine.

Whoo, aah!

The name's Buster Floyd.

Stands for "bronc buster," which is how I earn my flapjacks and molasses.

Just what does a bronc buster do?

Well, I fight horses. Tame the evil critters.

Can I have your tickets, please, sir? Oh, I have 'em here.

Oh.

Ah.

Thank you, sir.

Tickets, please?

- I said, tickets, please. - Well, I heard what you said.

Thing is, I ain't got a ticket.

Then how do you expect to ride on this train?

That's a problem, ain't it?

Maybe you'll just have to stop this critter and, uh, boot me off.

Don't you pull that! Leave that emergency cord alone.

Just trying to help out.

If you'd pulled that brake, there'd have been the devil to pay.

Never yet seen a man in uniform who could take a joke. Maybe.

If you'd seen a train buck and jump the lines trying to stop of a sudden,

you wouldn't find it quite so funny.

I suppose you have enough money to pay for your fare?

You want some money from me? Well, why in the world didn't you say so?

You still haven't told me where you're going.

Well, that's what I don't know.

Whatever's there, give me that much worth of ticket, then you tell me.

That will take you as far as Green River.

Then that's where I'm goin'!

That's the first fella I ever heard of who didn't care where he was going...

and was taking a train to get there.

May I have your ticket, please, ma'am?

See the gentleman in the seat ahead. All right.

Here, Conductor. Thank you, sir.

Friend of yours?

He's my manager.

I know her from somewhere.

Her face is so familiar.

I know!

I saw her picture in front of the Cheyenne opera house.

She an actress? Their play opened tonight at the opera house.

I wonder what she's doing here.

She appears to be leaving town.

It must have been some show.

You still haven't told me your name.

Evangeline. Evangeline Madden.

Well, that's right pretty. Evangeline.

Are you a theatergoer, Mr. Floyd?

Huh? Do you have a liking for the stage?

Oh, no, ma'am. I like riding the train.

All that jouncin' on the stage makes me sick to my gut.

Oh, Mr. Patrick?

We seem to be slowing down. Anything wrong?

No, sir. No. Just a flag stop.

We have to pick up some more passengers. Oh?

What do you see? Not much.

It's a desolate part of the country.

Lotte.

My! It's a lot bigger than I thought it's gonna be.

It's most big as a house.

We'll go fast, you reckon? Fast enough.

With the whistle blowing and all?

Most likely. Oh.

You know, I used to hear that whistle blowing nights when I was lying in my bed.

Seemed to me a... such a lonesome kind of sound.

And I guess it was just me that was lonesome.

Not anymore.

Well, I can see that it was a good thing...

that I come along when I did.

The way you were feeling, you might've married one of them...

barefooted squirrel hunters from over on the next ridge.

Oh, shoot! I wouldn't give two potato eyes for the whole pack of 'em.

We're on our way.

We're early, Pa. That train ain't near due yet.

I've got nothin' better to do than wait.

Lutie's waitin' in his grave.

We'll put him to rest tonight.

- Howdy. - Howdy.

- Nice night for it. - For what?

- Friendly game of cards. - Well, I don't know about that.

Fella gave me a piece of advice one time...

Told me never to play cards on a train with a stranger.

That's was wallopin' good advice. Corey Halder.

- Jim Horn. - Blackjack, friend?

That's my game, friend.

Four-bit limit? Yeah. Fine.

The house pays 21, closest to, and five cards under.

- You being the house? - This being my deck, friend.

All right, friend.

Deal 'em.

Jim hardly spent anything in Cheyenne.

He has most of a month's wages. I know. I paid him.

He's gonna lose it all to that... gambler.

Part of it anyway.

Can't you do something?

Yes. I can stay out of it. That's what I intend to do.

What do you need?

I'm good.

But, Uncle Clay... It's Jim's money.

He has as much right to be foolish with it as the next man.

Would you feel better if he spent it on a pretty, new hat?

Pay 20.

Pay me.

Fastest four bits I ever lost.

I think I'll stretch my legs. I'll go with you.

No, no. You stay here and look out the window.

Oh, I can't see much of anything. It all whooshes by so fast.

I'll be back in a minute or two. All right.

Would you like a little swig, little lady?

No, thank you.

This is prime liquor. You people don't know what you're passin' up.

What about you, Charlie?

No. Thanks all the same.

He only drinks warm milk because of his sensitive palate.

Sensitive what?

Evvy, aren't you being a little bit ridiculous?

I don't think so, Charlie, after what I've been through tonight.

The curtain is down. The audience has gone home.

The theater is dark. I sure wish I had seen that show, doggone it.

Not this show. It was a dreadful exhibition.

You should have seen me in Camille.

One of the Scranton critics compared me to Modjeska.

Helena Modjeska, the finest tragedienne of our time.

Scranton. That's back East somewhere, ain't it?

On the way to New York.

The direction I was headed before I met Charles.

Is this the one? Yes. Thank you.

While I'm on my feet, I think I'll take a little walk.

Why don't you take Jim with you? Jim's busy at cards.

That's what I mean.

Pay 21. That's another four bits!

I never seen such luck.

Well, doesn't seem to be too cold in here.

No, no. It's not too bad.

I didn't mean to sneak up on you.

I had to get out of that stuffy car for a while.

I don't much like being penned up. I know what you mean.

The one you're not wearing on your hip.

- I'm glad that gun wasn't there. - Gun?

Oh, yeah. That's a habit.

Only use it when I'm working my cattle.

Oh? You're a rancher?

Yeah. Yeah, I got a small spread near Rawlins.

Oh, Rawlins.

I thought I knew most everybody up that way.

As a matter of fact, I just saw some of them at the regional meeting...

of the cattlemen's association in Cheyenne.

Were you there?

No. No. I don't belong to the association.

Well, I recommend it. It's a fine organization.

So I've heard.

I'm Clay Grainger. Shiloh Ranch, Medicine Bow.

Jed Haines.

Come to think of it, I couldn't have seen you there.

You didn't get on till after we left Cheyenne... that flag stop.

Yeah, I picked up my wife.

She lives with her folks up in the hills.

Just got married this morning.

Well, congratulations!

Thank you.

So this is your wedding night. Yeah.

Well, I wish you a long and happy marriage.

Thank you.

Others are comin', Pa.

Cousin. Lute.

Good of you to come, all of you. Thanks.

- Where do we wait? - We put a man up on the hill there...

so we can see the train light from far off.

Rest of us can stay down here close to the tracks.

Uh, it's gettin' cold.

Cuts right through ya. Lad.

Best find some wood and light a fire. They'll see it on the train.

Don't matter what they see. Do as you're told.

Pa, they see a fire, they'll know we're layin' in wait.

By the time they know that, the train will be stoppin'.

Pa.

He's not gonna get away from us, not this time, Lad.

Now stop frettin' about it.

Go on. Fetch that firewood.

Hello.

Hello.

I sure didn't mean to stare the berries off the bush.

I just never seen a hat so pretty in all my life.

Thank you. It's a present for my Aunt Holly.

I hope she likes it. Oh, I don't know if she could help but like it.

Pretty flowers and that velvet ribbon.

It's downright beautiful.

Pardon me, ma'am. Oh, I'm sorry.

Sit down, please. Thank you.

I'm Elizabeth Grainger. Pleased to meet you. Lotte Roebuck.

I mean, Lotte Haines.

We just got married, and I ain't used to it yet.

Congratulations!

Thank you.

Lotte, would you mind trying this on so I could see how it looks?

Would I mind? No.

You're right. It is beautiful. Oh!

Look, in the window glass.

I look like somebody else.

Here.

Now I'm Mrs. Jed Haines again.

That's fearsome enough.

- What is? - Being married and all.

I don't know the first thing about it.

Oh, it's not that I don't love him.

I knew he was the man for me the first time I laid eyes on him. Ain't that.

It must be awfully hard leaving home for the first time.

Oh, I didn't mind that part of it.

My pa built the cabin we lived in when he and Ma was first married,

and, well, it was hardly big enough for the two of them,

and I got three brothers and a sister younger than me.

No, leaving home was easy.

It's what lies ahead... Being a ranch wife.

I've never been any kind of wife,

but I have lived on a ranch all my life.

I don't know anything but taters and seed corn.

I know snap beans about raising cattle.

You don't have to. The men take care of all that.

All of it?

Gee, back home, come springtime,

the womenfolk have to work right in the field with the men.

I've never seen a woman herd cattle, but there's plenty to do...

The cooking, and the baking,

and the washing, and the ironing,

feeding the chickens, and milking the cows,

and cleaning the house, raising children.

I can do all that. I just wanna know what kind of work I'm gonna have to do.

Isn't that enough?

Shoot. I've been doing chores all my life. Ain't nothin' new about that.

I 'spect carin' for one man is gonna be easier than a whole brood though.

I just hope I make him a good wife.

He's the nicest, most gentle-natured man I ever met.

How was your winter this year, Mr. Haines?

My winter? It was all right.

Oh?

I heard Rawlins had its worst blizzard in 20 years.

Well, that may be so, but I made out all right.

- Lose many head? - No, no.

I was able to get 'em into a box canyon before the worst of it.

Box canyon in a blizzard?

You must have been pretty lucky to be able to get 'em out through the drifts...

before they starved to death.

Yeah, I guess I was lucky, at that.

I...

Well, I... I gotta get back. Nice meeting you.

Same here.

Well, been nice talking to you, Elizabeth.

Sure do admire that flower bonnet.

Your aunt's gonna be right proud of it. Thank you.

Lotte. You haven't a thing to worry about.

Your Jed couldn't have picked a better wife.

Did you have a nice walk? Yes.

Did you have a nice walk?

Nice enough, considering.

I had company while you were gone.

That pretty girl up ahead... Lotte Haines.

She's a newlywed.

Yes, I know. I was just talking to her husband.

You must have had a lot to talk about. He's cattle rancher too.

We managed a conversation.

But whatever Jed Haines is, he's no cattleman.

That's five dollars you've taken off me.

Uh, I reckon it's about time then. Time for what, friend?

Time for you to suggest raising the stakes.

Say, are you a mind reader too?

I was about to make that very suggestion myself.

- Is that a fact? - Well, sure.

As long as you're skunkin' me, you gotta give me a chance to get even.

Somehow I've never heard of a blackjack game where everybody quit even.

Uh, dollar too rich for your blood, friend?

I think I can handle it.

Could I have a king, please? I don't see why not.

I should have asked for an ace.

Sorry, friend. That's what I asked for.

Seen a show in a saloon one time.

Had a female in fancy drawers singing "Yankee Doodle"...

and kicking her leg over her head.

Can you do that? No.

But it's the sort of talent my recent audiences would have appreciated.

Oh, she was good at it.

♪ Yankee Doodle went to town riding on a pony ♪

That's when she heisted up her leg. Ooh!

Only one? Why, sure!

If she'd have heisted up both of 'em, she'd have fell on her face!

Ooh-hoo! Ain't that right, Charlie?

Must be good liquor. You want this or not?

Yeah. Yeah. All right. Uh, but make it light.

Sorry, friend. You didn't make it.

Friend, this may be your deck,

but I got the sudden feeling it's my deal.

You're shivering, Lotte? Huh?

Oh, I reckon Jack Frost just poked me in the ribs a bit.

I'll be all right. I'll build the fire up.

Oh, I got a shawl in the valise.

I put it in before you put all your shirts and things in.

Here we go.

I thought you told me you didn't have a gun.

No, I said I didn't wear one.

Well, it's the same thing.

Why didn't you tell me?

No need to.

Whoo-hoo!

Hey! Hey, you!

What's the name of the place I'm going to? Slipped my mind.

Green River. Yeah, that's it.

It sounds like a nice and peaceful place, Green River.

Oh. I don't care what it sounds like,

as long as it's got horses need breaking.

- You ever seen a wild mustang tamed? - No, I haven't.

Ooh, it's like riding a bad windstorm.

Mean critter keeps buckin', sun fishin',

tryin' to twist out from under that saddle and get that man off his back.

But that man is me, and I ain't about to get off,

if I have to kill that critter.

More he bucks, more I lay into him,

till he's lathered pink.

Nose holes wide, snortin' away,

screaming way back in his throat.

Me stickin' to him!

Tries to scrape me off on a corral fence,

and I stripe him good, till he's broke.

He's only a horse to be rode like the rest of 'em.

That's when I climb down, collect my money.

What happens to the horse?

Broke to saddle, he don't mean nothin' to me.

Like an empty bottle... Don't mean nothin'.

- You see anything interesting out there? - Nope. Not a thing. Hit me.

Don't you think you'd better look at your cards first?

- Oh, might as well. Find out what I need. - What you need is a seven.

I think my luck's beginning to change. What do you think, friend?

I think I'd better be careful.

Still no sign of it, Pa. Keep watchin'.

I will, after I have some coffee.

That wind's mighty fierce up there, Pa.

Suppose that old train's running late? It'll get here.

Thank you.

Sure would be a shame if anything happened now.

- It'll get here. - Must be near an hour.

We've been waitin' for that train ever since the night Lutie died.

Yeah, we'll give him the same chance he gave Lutie.

The way he done it. The way he killed him.

Somethin' I won't ever forget.

Won't none of us forget this night.

Get back up on that hill.

Keep watchin' for the light. When you see it, holler down.

We gotta be ready for that train.

Jed, you asleep?

No.

Did you think I'd be scared if I knew there was a gun in the valise?

Is that why you didn't tell me?

No, Lotte.

Reckon you just figured it was none of my business.

Well, you reckoned wrong. I just didn't think it was important.

I bought it in Cheyenne to use on the ranch.

What for?

Well... rattlesnakes.

Didn't your pa ever shoot rattlesnakes back home?

No, I don't think he ever did.

Anytime us kids see a rattlesnake, we'd just

tell Ma. She'd whup it with a hoe handle.

Well.

Well, I'm not very fast with a hoe handle.

You fast with a gun, Jed?

Not especially.

Somebody's gonna have to have a drink with me, and that's all there is to it!

Come on, Charlie. Have a little snort. Won't kill you.

No, thanks.

You haven't had a drink since we've been on here.

That ain't even human. That's Charlie.

Come on. Take a swig. Make a man outta you!

Keep that stinking bottle out of my face! I said I don't want a drink!

Well, all right, Charlie. Heck! Just tryin' to be friendly.

Ain't that right, honey? Wasn't I just trying to be friendly?

- That's the way it looked to me. - Why, sure!

Doggone it, I'm the friendliest horse fighter this side of the Missouri.

Why, everybody loves old Buster.

Tell me some more stories about the horses you've tamed. I-I'm fascinated.

Don't you love old Buster just a bitty, bitty "wittens"?

Evvy?

- I think you'd better change your seat. - Nah, Charlie.

Evangeline don't want to move.

- I think she does. Please let her go. - Charles.

- Let her go! - Whoa now, Charlie!

Hold on just a minute.

I like you fine. Maybe she don't, but I do.

I ain't got nothin' against you, so I'd hate to smear you all over the floor.

But that's what I'll have to do if you try to give me orders.

Come on, Evvy. We can sit back there.

She's sittin' where she's sittin'.

The lady happens to enjoy my company.

The lady happens to be my wife!

Did I hear you right?

This lady? This one here?

- She's your wife? - That's right.

And I think she's had enough of your company.

She said you was her manager. Why, he is.

He's both, unfortunately.

Evvy, I want you to change your seat.

Why in the bone-breaking world didn't you say something then? Why'd you wait so long?

Evvy, please get up.

No, Charlie. I'd rather sit here.

Well, now, doggone it, Charlie.

What are you gonna do about that, huh?

What are you gonna do?

Excuse me. Excuse you?

Charlie, don't run off like that. She's your wife.

Only a yellow belly would run off and leave his wife to another man.

Get your foot out of the way.

No, Charlie. Me and you gotta tussle.

Okay, now. Come on. Lay into me!

Show you ain't scared of ol' Buster. Come on.

Give me... Give me a little jab on the chin right here.

Go on, Charlie. Show these good people you ain't no low...

Oh, now, stop it! Let him go!

See what you did? You scared him off! Hey, Charlie! Come back here!

We ain't tussled yet!

Well, why didn't you stop it?

It wasn't my concern.

Well, you could've done somethin'. What for?

Why, somebody could have gotten hurt.

Don't you care?

You just sat there. You just plain sat there.

Oh. Drunken cowboys.

I've seen a lot of 'em in my time.

And yellow bellies?

Have you seen many of us?

Pardon me, sir.

Well, a man might have a good reason for not fighting.

That doesn't make him any less of a man.

The bully boys can always find a reason,

especially when whiskey's doing the thinking for them.

You think that's why I didn't fight him, because he was drunk?

No. I'd say it was because you didn't want to embarrass your wife.

Well, Evvy's not that way. Not really.

What she's doing is getting back at me through him. It's not his fault.

The thing is, with Evvy, she's an actress.

Yes, I know. My niece recognized her from a picture in front of the theater.

Oh, you didn't happen to see the show tonight, did you?

No, we didn't.

Well, at least I won't have to apologize for that.

I'm Charles Neeley, by the way.

Clay Grainger. My pleasure, sir.

Do you know the play The Miller's Revenge?

No, I'm not familiar with that one.

Well, the climax of this so-called drama...

depends on a piece of rather complicated machinery,

which somehow didn't get to Cheyenne in time for the performance.

But you performed anyway?

Oh, yes.

In the grand old tradition of "the show

must go on because the actors must be paid,"

we tried to improvise an ending.

It's positively amazing how the audience anticipated our failure.

Well, Evvy got pelted with rotten tomatoes.

Well, I can see how that might upset her.

You see, Evvy has a lot of ambition.

She's always had her eye set on New York City, but, well,

somehow she just never made it.

She has talent.

She's a very good light comedy performer. Very good.

But unfortunately, The Miller's Revenge is not a good light comedy.

It's not even a good cheap melodrama.

I wish she'd retire.

I think we should both call it quits and stop traipsing around the country.

Listen to me...

Going on and on, and...

I haven't even mentioned the thing that hurts the most.

I left the company stranded in Cheyenne.

All those players without a cent of money.

How could I do a thing like that?

Well, you could still go back.

Not without Evvy, I can't.

Pa. Pa.

You see it? You see the train? No, I think I heard it.

Wind's blowing this direction. I'm pretty sure, Pa. Listen now. Listen!

What'd I tell you?

It's comin'.

It's coming! Get on your horses and get ready!

We'll get him, Pa.

We'll get him.

Jed? Yeah.

Jed, I ain't never lied to you. Not once.

I mean, I told you that... I told you all my secrets straight off.

- Well, there weren't many. - You ain't told me hardly anything.

We gotta trust each other, Jed, else how we gonna live together?

- How can we be man and wife? - Well, Lotte, we are man and wife.

Well, maybe by the preacher's say-so and in the eyes of the law,

but not to my way of lookin' at it.

Well, what is your way of lookin' at it?

- Well, we ain't bedded together. - No.

Well, then we ain't rightly married in the eyes of the Lord.

Where did you get a notion like that?

Well, I don't know much, I know, but I do know what's right.

Then as long as we're sitting here riding on the train,

according to you, we're not rightfully married.

I ain't trying to get out of it, Jed.

I want to be your wife.

All I'm saying is, it ain't right for you to hide things from me.

Not even your feelings.

You gotta be more open with me, Jed. It just can't be any other way.

If I thought it was gonna be any other way,

I'd just have to get off the train at the next stop and just go back to my folks,

and that'd be the end of it... of us.

Oh, Lotte.

You're talkin' mighty serious.

Well, I am serious.

Back there in the cabin, you were just a smile and a laugh.

Seemed like getting married was just about the funniest thing...

that ever happened to you.

Preacher said, "Kiss the bride,"

and you were just giggling so much there, I almost couldn't.

I ain't always flighty.

Guess not.

I can be sharp. I got a terrible temper.

Oh, that's... that's awful hard for me to believe.

Jed, I ain't the woman you thought you married.

I just look like her.

Well, that's pretty good by itself.

I thought I knew you too.

I guess I don't.

I don't know you, do I, Jed Haines?

Tell me. Tell me who you are.

Evvy can't stand to hear anyone snore.

It reminds her of matinee performances.

I'm sorry. You were saying something about Edwin Booth?

Oh. Well, just that I'd seen him years ago in Texas in Othello.

Why, yes! That was one of my companies.

Before I met Evvy, I managed tours for the Booths...

Oh? Edwin, Junius Brutus and John Wilkes.

Before his final tragedy.

Yes, sir. Shakespeare was my specialty.

Well, if you don't mind my asking, why'd you give it up?

Well, Evvy couldn't play it.

But then Evangeline Madden didn't have to do Shakespeare.

People came to see her in anything... for a while.

Excuse me.

Well, you can see for yourself the stove is lit.

It just doesn't seem to give out much heat at this time of the year.

When does it throw out heat, in the summertime?

Yes, ma'am?

I need my wrapper. There's one in my trunk in the baggage car.

Could you get it for me?

Ordinarily, I don't go into the baggage car when the train is moving.

Then I'll get it. No, no, no, no, no. I'll get it for you.

You stay here and keep warm by the fire.

Evvy.

I want to talk to you.

I think we made a big mistake, both of us.

We should get off at the next stop. Get off? Whatever for?

- So that we could rejoin the company. - In Cheyenne?

Well, look, we just can't leave those people behind without a thought.

Do you have money to pay for the train tickets? We could raise the money.

We could give another performance. You must be mad.

If we even tried it, we'd be tarred and feathered.

Well, the equipment will surely be there tomorrow.

We could put on the show properly, with all the effects.

No, Charlie.

One performance! No!

Think of the actors. Think of me!

I can't go through that again. I... I'm sorry.

You can get off, if you want to.

Evvy.

Don't sit with that cowboy.

I'll sit where I choose.

What you lookin' for out there? A bridge.

The Clearwater Trestle? Mm-hmm.

What for? I want to see it.

Well, it ain't nothin' to see, even in the daytime.

Yeah. Yeah. This is it.

Up! Hey, come on, Corey.

Get up.

Listen, everybody. I'm gonna stop this train in about one minute.

I'm gonna pull the emergency cord, and we're all gonna come to a screeching halt.

Now, just sit in your seats and stay put.

Sorry, friend, but at least I won't be taking your money.

- This is a holdup? - No, ma'am.

- Why do you wanna stop the train? - I'm takin' somebody off.

Mr. Floyd! Buster! What? What? What's goin' on?

Easy, friend! Now, just stay put.

You too, lady.

Where's your husband? He went forward.

All right.

Now, you're all gonna be perfectly safe as long as you don't interfere.

This is the man I want.

Jed? Well, what do you want Jed for?

I had two brothers.

Now I've only got one,

and he's waitin' out there with my pa for the man who killed Lutie.

This man.

There must be some mistake.

It's no mistake, Judge Haker.

Judge Haker? A court judge?

No. He's a gunfighter.

They just called him "Judge" 'cause of all the death sentences he handed out.

Judge Haker killed more than 50 men.

His name is Haines! Jed Haines!

Tell them, Jed! Tell them who you are!

Brace yourselves.

I'm stoppin' the train... now!

Everybody stay right where you are.

Train's stopped up ahead.

Let's go. Hyah!

You, Haker! Sit back and keep your hands where I can see 'em.

Elizabeth?

Now, don't get excited, friends. Everybody's all right.

No, everybody's not all right. This girl is hurt.

I'm sorry.

I just bumped my head. Yeah, on the seat.

Jim, see if you can find my bag.

There should be a clean handkerchief in there.

And get some water for a compress.

Uncle, what's going on? What is it? It'll be all right, honey.

From the looks of things, I'd say there's gonna be a hangin'.

I call it justice.

This killer is finally gonna catch up with a rope.

I nearly got brained by a shipping crate.

That darn fool cowboy could have killed the lot... Shh. It was not the cowboy.

Now, just get us out of here. Signal the engineer.

Someone's got a lot of explaining to do. Just get us out of here!

I don't know what's goin' on, but I sure wish he'd make up his mind.

We're moving!

Easy, friend! Now, easy. Get your hands over your head. Don't make a move.

I sure never thought I'd meet Judge Haker.

Why, you're about the best gun hand in the whole territory of Wyoming!

Why, Judge Haker killed more men than a mule has ticks,

and he got paid for it too.

This here's a real professional, Charlie, and you just saved his neck!

What kind of horseplay is this?

This is who stopped the train. You better

turn him over to the sheriff at the next stop.

There won't be any sheriff at the next stop.

You won this hand, friend, but I'm still gonna take the pot.

This train's going full speed.

No horse can keep up with it very long.

True, but in just about 30 minutes, this train's gonna come to a full stop,

and there's nothin' you can do about it.

- A full stop? For what? - Water, friend.

Just plain water.

He's right. We'll be stopping at Keeley Pass.

Well, do you have to stop?

If we don't take on a full load of water, we'll never make it through the pass,

so one way or the other, we've got to stop.

That's what you won, friend... 30 minutes.

Spend it any way you like.

But that rope is still waitin' for Judge Haker.

All right, now. Move.

Easy, friend. Now, let's move to the back.

It's no use, friend. I know how the game's gonna come out.

We're not using your marked deck now, friend. We still have a chance.

If we can get to that tank stop and fill up fast,

we can move out before your people catch up.

Would you like to make a little side bet?

With those odds, I can't lose.

- What if you don't take him off? - Then they'll come on and get him!

Pa wants Judge Haker. He wants him bad.

I'd hate to be in Pa's way when he wants something.

Is it true, Jed?

Is what true?

Did you kill 50 men?

No.

I remember Judge Haker.

When the big ranchers were losing their cattle to the rustlers,

they sent for him and they looked the other way.

Nobody knows how many he may have killed. I know of one.

He was only a boy, just barely turned 19.

Judge Haker was waitin' for him one night...

when he was riding home from Wednesday church meeting with his little brother.

My pa swore then to see Judge Haker hang.

If the law wouldn't do it, we'd do it ourselves.

You had to be a big hero! Now what are we gonna do?

There's only one thing we can do that makes any sense.

If they catch up, we turn him over.

- That's the one thing we can't do. - He's Judge Haker!

He'd just soon kill a man as look at him. If it's him or us, I say him!

If it's a question of saving our lives, there's no choice.

Evvy, just stay out of it.

That's fine advice coming from you.

Mr. Patrick, you think we'll be at the water tank...

long enough for those men to catch up?

The boiler's nearly empty. I-It'll take a while to fill her.

They're ridin' good, fast horses.

We'll just be sitting there waitin'.

Be a whole lot better for your womenfolk if you let me take him off without trouble.

How many, Jed?

How many did you kill? Does it matter?

Doesn't it matter to you?

They were cattle rustlers, Lotte, outlaws.

Not all of 'em. My brother wasn't.

You shot him down all the same, without warning.

I always gave warning. Always!

- I never shot a man who didn't know why! - One.

Only one, and he was a boy!

What was his name, your brother, the one you say I killed?

Lutie. Luther Dormer.

Happened near Wolf Creek Bridge, about five miles south of Miloville.

Luther? You say Luther Dormer?

Have you killed so many you can't remember one? I remember them all.

And Lutie? Do you remember killing him?

- Yes. - There! You hear that?

He admitted killing the boy! That's out-and-out murder.

Then let him be tried in a courtroom by a judge and jury.

We ain't got time for no courtroom.

They gonna be on our back as soon as we stop for water.

We know what they want, so let's don't give

'em an argument. Let's give 'em Judge Haker.

You're mighty free with somebody else's neck, friend.

A little while ago, you was pattin' him on his back.

This man is a cold-blooded killer.

I don't see what all the fuss is about. Evvy!

Well, I don't.

If that makes me sound cold-blooded, I'm sorry.

- But 50 men! - There wasn't that many.

Some say more.

Some say that I breathe fire, and that's not so either.

Oh, now, don't start up!

Now, I've been accused of a lot of things I didn't do.

A man kills his neighbor in a fight over a calf.

Well, it was very easy to put the blame on Judge Haker.

I would have had to have been twins 20 times over...

to get around as fast as they claimed I did.

No, no, it wasn't 50.

Lotte, dangerous men were taking over this part of the country.

They were stealing the cattle, bringing ruin to the land.

Somebody had to put the fear into them, and they called on me.

Who did, Jed? Who paid you to kill?

Well, ask Mr. Grainger. He's one of 'em.

Him and his cattlemen's association. He never hired you.

He knows some who did.

I knew some desperate men who were being ruined,

wiped out by rustlers.

And they came to me.

They should have gone to the law. The law?

I've been in towns where the sheriff was the worst of the lot,

and even more towns where there wasn't any law at all!

Now, I was needed, Mr. Grainger. I was necessary.

There were other ways to deal with rustlers.

Slow ways,

in a time when nobody could afford to wait.

Or maybe you can't remember, Mr. Grainger,

when cattle thieves were worse than summer droughts and winter blizzards.

I remember it well,

and I also recall advising the cattlemen's association...

to have nothing to do with you and your quick remedies.

You know, there was a time...

when I was welcomed into the finest homes in the territory.

The ranchers were glad to have me on their

side, fighting for them, destroying the enemy.

I was a mercenary, a soldier for hire.

But you know, the army's soldiers...

They get a pension when their job is done.

They get medals. They get thanks.

But the men that hired me... They didn't want

to be reminded of what I'd done for them.

How many?

They didn't want me in their towns.

I had blood on my hands. Their hands were clean!

I killed.

I killed. I killed for them.

How many, Jed?

How many did you kill?

Seven.

There were seven of them.

Is that all? You only killed seven?

"Only"?

Only seven.

Lotte.

There was a time that I couldn't close my eyes but I'd see their faces,

color of their eyes, the shape of their hats,

the way they fell, the way they bled.

I killed the same...

seven men over and over again till I met you, Lotte.

Till I met you, Lotte, I'd wake up to the sound of their voices...

and... their names.

I... I knew them all...

except one.

Well, now I know his.

- Luther Dormer. - Lutie. Lutie!

Sit down! Now, you stay there.

You just heard him say he killed seven men.

And I heard you say he killed 50.

You don't understand. If it was one!

If he only killed one, and that one's name was Luther Dormer,

my pa would still be comin' with a rope for his neck...

and a bullet for whoever gets in his way!

You willing to die for this killer?

If he had any decency, he'd spare us the trouble and give himself up.

Would you?

I'm not a man.

Well, what does that have to do with it?

You're asking him to die, not bear a child. Well, we all die.

How many favor turning him over?

Normally, I'd be the first one to say no,

but the way things are...

What about you, Charlie? What about me?

Put up your hand.

I don't want to put up my hand.

Do you want to get us all killed?

Evvy, I don't want to see anybody killed.

I agree with Mr. Grainger.

We can't hand him over. It's wrong.

Well, in case anybody's counting, that's three for and three against.

You know how I stand.

- Your vote doesn't count. - Yes, it does.

He's on the train, same as the rest of us.

That's four to three in favor of handing him over.

You forgot about me. That makes it four even.

How do you vote, Lotte?

You shouldn't have lied to me, Jed.

You should have told me the truth.

No, I didn't lie.

Only about my name and the gun.

So, Lotte, I do have a ranch.

It's a small place outside of Rawlins.

I don't know nothin' about ranchin', really, but I...

I thought maybe it'd be something that we could learn together.

And how did you pay for it?

Where did you get your money? I earned it.

Not telling me, Jed... That was the same as lying.

Making me think you were kind and gentle, sweet and loving.

It was all lies.

Is that your vote?

This isn't something we can vote on.

We haven't the right to judge this man.

Did he have the right to kill my brother? Answer me that.

Well, I can't. None of us can.

We're slowing down. It's Keeley Pass.

All right. Let's give her a drink.

We could get off. We could hide.

Where? And for how long?

We'd have to take him with us. We couldn't leave him here.

We're better off if we stick together.

We go running off into the night, we're bound to draw their fire.

Pull down the shades! We're sitting ducks.

I say we leave one shade up, sit Judge Haker

in front of the window where they can see him.

Why don't you go outside? Maybe they'll let you take a shot at him.

Boy, you talkin' like you want to get killed! Well, I don't!

They're not here yet. We still have a chance.

We made it!

Well, get going! Let's get out of here!

You lose, friend. Hold it.

Watch him close. He's liable to try anything.

Corey? You all right, Son?

Yeah, Pa! I'm fine! But they kind of got the drop on me!

Get the engineer and the fireman out of that cab!

Make sure they ain't going anywhere this time. Right. Huh! Hyah!

All right, out. Let's go.

What's the matter? What happened? Come on. Let's get out.

The railroad's gonna hear about this!

What's his name? Pa?

Lute Dormer. Same as Lutie.

Mr. Dormer?

I'm Clay Grainger. Shiloh Ranch, Medicine Bow. I'm a passenger on the train.

- I'd like to talk to you. - We didn't come here to talk.

Now, you telling me why we come?

Maybe he didn't hear you. He heard.

Pa don't take to being rushed.

You tell him.

Hey, Pa? Maybe you oughta talk to him!

- You're not goin' out there? - You stay with him. Keep him here.

Mr. Grainger, I don't like it.

I don't like it either. That's the way it is.

Dormer?

Clay Grainger.

My son Lad.

I met your other son inside... Corey.

I sort of thought he'd come out here with you.

No. No, he can't do that.

- Does that mean you're holding him? - For the time being.

You got no right. We done nothing to you.

We don't even care about the rest of ya. All we want is Judge Haker.

Pa, they got Corey,

but we got him!

Yeah. That's right.

We have.

- What's going on out there? - They turned their guns on him.

Let me take him out before something happens. I know Pa.

Jed, no! He's got a gun!

All right. Wait a minute.

I can't let you do it that way, Jed.

Then I'll have to do it another way.

Would you keep this till I get back? Yes, certainly.

Back from where? Where do you think you're going? Now, look...

Let him go! He's the one they want. It's only right.

Haker!

Mr. Dormer.

I believe you want to see me.

Who's he? It's him, Pa.

It's Judge Haker. Hold it, Laddie!

He's the one, Pa.

Let's talk about this, Dormer.

Did you? Did you kill my boy?

- Yes. - Then there's nothing to talk about.

Laddie. Get the rope from my saddle horn. Now, wait a minute.

He came out of his own free will. Why don't you hear what he has to say?

He killed Lutie! What more is there?

- Laddie was there. He saw it! - Saw what?

Saw you kill. Saw you ride out of the dark and call Lutie's name.

Then you told him yours and shot him off his horse.

- Why? Why'd I kill him? - For no reason!

I was huntin' rustlers. You know that.

Even Lutie knew it. My boy never stole nothin' in his life!

After Judge Haker said his name, what did he do? Did he draw?

He's a gunfighter. He's fast. He didn't have to draw.

- Then your brother drew first? - He was facing a killer.

Judge Haker gunned down near a hundred men, and Lutie knew it!

He made Lutie draw. All Judge Haker had to do was say his name.

I said two names... mine and the boy that I was looking for.

Then you killed him, just like you meant to.

- I meant to talk, not to kill. - Talk? Judge Haker?

About some cattle that was missing.

Only a few head, but the ranchers got panicky and they sent for me.

But I knew that it wasn't rustlers, not the kind they thought it was.

- Now what's he talking about? - Mr. Grainger.

On the train I said that I knew the name of every man that I'd killed except one.

Which one was that? The last one... Luther Dormer.

If I didn't know his name, how could I call it out?

You called it! I heard you!

There were two boys.

I called a name, but it wasn't Luther.

It was Lad.

What's that? No, Pa. It was Lutie. It was Lutie he wanted!

Lad Dormer. I said who I was and then I called out that name.

And your brother drew on me, protecting you.

Laddie? I never meant to kill him.

All I wanted to do was to talk, but he drew.

I was faster, so he died.

Laddie, you tell me straight.

I only done it for you, Pa.

That's the only reason I took those steers.

Those were hard times.

You was sellin' off the herd.

I wanted to help the only way I could.

What about Lutie?

He didn't have nothin' to do with it, Pa.

I'd only told him that night.

That's why he thought Judge Haker came to kill me.

That's why he drew on him.

That's why Lutie's dead.

But he done it, Pa.

He killed him, and it was murder!

It was my name that killed your son.

The sound of it put a gun in his hand.

That's why I changed it.

I never killed again.

Hmm.

Why didn't you stop sooner? Lutie'd be alive.

I thought about it.

There was a time when I couldn't think of anything else.

We've got to see that it never happens again,

that other Judge Hakers don't spring up to take his place.

How?

By seeing that he's tried in a court of law, not at the end of a rope,

by making the facts known.

Who's gonna testify?

The ranchers who paid him will, if the cattlemen's association forces the issue.

Lutie shouldn't have died that way.

Haker's right.

It was his reputation that killed Lutie.

It was everything the ranchers paid for and got.

But never again. Never.

You ain't gonna listen to him, Pa! Shut up, Laddie!

Just shut up, Son.

Lotte?

If I stand trial for killing the boy,

will that prove anything to you?

Corey! Come on out here, Son!

It's all right, Jim! Let him come out.

Hey, you forgot something.

Here you are, friend.

You keep playing cards the way you do, you're gonna need that.

Thanks, friend.

Medicine Bow!

Watch your step, please.

Be careful of the hatboxes.

Are you sure we have everything? Oh, yeah. We got everything.

Patrick. Yes, sir.

Wait inside for the train back to your folks.

Should be along in... In an hour or so.

Well, good-bye, Lotte.

I just...

I wish things had worked out different...

for both of us.

Hey, hey! Mr. Grainger! Wait up!

Listen, uh... I hear you got a great little ol' spread there called Shiloh Ranch,

and, uh, if you're lookin' for a first-rate horse fighter, I'm your man.

I thought you were headed for Green River.

Well, no reason to go way out there when I can just as leave work for you folks,

seeing how we're all such good friends and all.

Good friends, huh?

If you aren't careful, Mr. Floyd, you're gonna miss your train.

Does that mean I don't get the job?

Have a nice trip.

Well, doggone it anyway!

What are you doing out there?

I'm waiting for a train. What does it look like I'm doing?

You can't be serious about going back to Cheyenne?

I've never been more serious in my life.

But why? You can't possibly put on the play.

I'll be on my way to San Francisco.

Well, that's perfectly all right, Evvy.

Your understudy will be just fine in the part.

My understudy?

Charlie, wait a minute.

My trunk. You have to get it out of the baggage car.

Are you sure you want to do this, Evvy?

Because if you're not, just forget it.

This is positively my last production.

After one final performance in Cheyenne, I'm gonna call it quits.

And after that, all I wanna do is sit by the fire with my shoes off...

and doze over a volume of Shakespeare.

Now, does that appeal to you or not?

We'll talk about it on the train... to Cheyenne.

My trunk. What about it?

It's on the train.

For Pete's sake, it is! Hey, Conductor!

Conductor!

Mr. Grainger?

I just want to thank you for what you did for me.

It's not quite over yet.

Jim will show you where the sheriff's office is.

Bye. Bye.

Jed?

Jed, I'll wait for you in town!

If you go to jail, I'll wait for you outside the door.

I'll wait forever if I have to! Only don't leave me.

Please, don't leave me.

Lotte.

That'd be a fool thing for me to do, now, wouldn't it?