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(exciting music)

- Well, children, how many more days?

- Just 10 more, Mother.

- You know, this reminds me of the time I

was about to get married.

- Tell us about it, Whitey.

- You know, I had the sweetest girl

this side of the Rocky Mountains.

And you know what happened?

Just the day before we was to get married,

she quit her job.

- Must have been a terrible shock.

- I never did get over it!

(laughing)

- By the way, Mrs. Lewis, for a wedding present,

Mr. Patterson is making me foreman of his ranch.

- I hope you don't start by bossing me around.

- I think I'd have better luck with the cowhands.

(laughing)

- When did that brother of yours say

he'd be back, Arline?

- Well, I rather expected him back two days ago.

- According to my calculations, his grub's

gettin' pretty low.

- That means he'll be back soon.

- Maybe that's him now.

- Bruce!

- Howdy, fella.

- Sis. - Jack.

- Hey, what's all the excitement?

- Oh, I'll tell ya.

- Oh, tell us what happened. - My boy!

- Mother.

Well, I finally struck it, Mother.

Look.

Look at that.

Everything's gonna be different around this shebang.

In the first place, you're going east

and have that doctor fix you up.

- Oh.

- And now I can pay back this hombre.

He's been grub-staking me, you know,

and a man can't get married and live on love.

- Where did you make this strike, Jack?

- Out on the edge of the desert.

Say, I've got to get down to that claim office pronto.

- I'll go with ya.

- All right.

(gun fires)

- Jack!

- Oh!

- Oh, Jack.

(gun firing)

Jack.

(gun firing)

(punch thuds)

- I oughta plug you, you yellow.

Get up!

We're headin' for town.

- Here, that's all.

- All right, put him away.

- Come on.

- I wonder why he killed Jack, Sheriff.

- I don't know, Bruce, but maybe I can

get him to talk later.

Well, I guess he won't need these things anymore.

- Looks like he's been doing a little prospecting.

- Yeah.

Say, I feel awful sorry for Mrs. Lewis and Arline.

- A terrible blow, Sheriff.

I wonder if you could send somebody out

to the ranch to take care of Jack.

- Don't worry, Bruce.

I'll take care of everything.

- I have to be on my way.

- Well, thanks for bringing Davis in.

- Here comes Tex now.

- Well, boys, I see you're all here.

Well, everything's arranged.

We'll get Davis out about midnight.

- What about the sheriff?

- Don't worry, he'll be sleepin'.

- I'm against takin' the law in our own hands.

Davis should be given a chance.

- He didn't give Jack Lewis a chance.

He shot him in cold blood,

and Lewis was one of the squarest shooters in this county.

- We ought to go through with our plans

and string him up.

- Yeah, hanging's even too good for that coyote.

- I understand your feelings.

I reckon it's one way to stop murder.

- That's the way I figure.

- We'll try and get some more of the boys,

and one in particular who would be mighty

glad to join us.

- Who's that?

- Bruce Conway.

- Please try and get some rest, Mother dear.

- I can't, dear.

Every time I close my eyes, I can see my boy.

- But we must have courage.

Do try and get some sleep.

- I will.

- How's your mother feeling, Arline?

- Oh, she's doing as well as can be expected.

- You better try and get some sleep, honey.

- All right, Bruce.

(horses galloping)

- Sounds like we've got company.

- We're gettin' a bunch of the boys together.

We're gonna take Davis out and string him up.

Meet us down at the stone quarry at sunup.

- That shows what Jack's friends think of him.

- Yeah.

I don’t suppose there's anything we can do about it.

- About what?

- Davis.

I want to see him get what's coming to him,

but there's a law to take care of that.

- You gettin' those new-fangled ideas too?

This was a mighty good country

when the six-shooter was the law.

- You know those nuggets you found in Jack's pocket?

- Yeah.

- Well, the sheriff found the same kind of nuggets on Davis.

That explains everything, Whitey.

Davis found out about Jack's mine,

and he murdered him so he could work it himself.

- Too bad Jack didn't leave a map

or something to show the location.

- There's one way we can find it.

- How's that?

- Hank Davis.

- But they're gonna hang him!

- That's for us to stop.

- But how?

- I don't know.

We'll find some way.

Come on!

They've got him, all right.

Looks like we're just in time!

- [Man] Bring that rope, Jack.

- You can't do this!

You can't!

- You should've thought about this before you

murdered Jack Lewis.

- You can't do this!

- We'll have to rush 'em, Whitey.

- Tom ain't here yet.

- Well, we won't wait for him.

(guns fire)

- [Man] It's the law.

(guns fire)

- That's not the law!

They're masked.

- It's his own men.

Let's get 'em!

- Hold him here.

Howdy, boys.

- Howdy.

- Where's Davis?

- He got away.

- Got away?

How?

- Two of his gang tricked us.

Did you see anybody?

- Not on this road.

- Well then, he musta went straight ahead.

- [Man] What are we waitin' for?

- Let's go.

- You go on back.

I'll pick you up later.

- Say, who are you?

- What difference does that make?

You're safe, ain't ya?

- Yeah.

Well, I don't know what your game is, stranger, but thanks.

- We ain't safe around here.

Where can we go?

I want to talk to you.

- Follow me.

Well, here you are.

Make yourself at home.

You can't blame me for being sort of curious.

You mind if I take a squint at you?

You.

What's the idea?

First you turn me over to the sheriff,

then you rescue me.

That just don't make sense.

- Oh, yes it does.

You see, we're both interested in the same thing.

- What's that?

- Gold.

- Got that from the sheriff, huh?

- No, off of Jack Lewis.

You see, I'd planned to jump his claim myself.

Then you shot him before I had a chance

to find out where it was.

After I turned you in, I realized you were

the only one who knew its location.

- Oh, I see.

Worth more alive than dead, huh?

- Exactly.

I figured that we could work this claim together.

- I thought you and Lewis were buddies.

I heard you and his sister were gonna get hitched.

- Even buddies double-cross each other.

- Well, I suppose I do owe you something

for saving my life.

- What do you say, Davis?

- It's a deal.

- Good.

Now, let's take a look at that claim.

- Uh, maybe we better stick around a while.

This is a hideout for my men.

I want you to meet 'em.

(horses approaching)

That's probably them now.

- That's Davis's horse.

I wonder what's up.

- I don't know, but we'll soon find out.

- Hello, Pete.

Hiya, boys.

- Glad to see ya, Davis.

- Oh, we thought the boys strung you up.

- Oh, I had a narrow escape.

Cover this man!

- What's this all about?

- You're not so smart, Conway.

- What's he done?

- Tried to trick me.

- Your imagination's gettin' the best of you, Davis.

All I'm interested in is a share of that gold.

- That's enough outta you!

- So you're holdin' out on us, are ya?

- I didn't have time to tell ya.

We're gonna have more yellow dust

than we'll ever be able to use.

- Where does this hombre come in?

- He don't!

(punch slamming)

- Let 'em go.

Davis'll get him.

(punches smacking)

- Let's get him.

- Reach high!

Get back there!

Turn around!

(punches thudding)

- Shootin' is too good for these hombres.

They're gonna die a natural death

but not an easy one.

Well, I reckon we've come about far enough.

- Yeah, we're in the middle of the hell pot now.

- Well, after riding all night, I reckon

you hombres need a little rest.

And here's a little present for ya.

I got 'em from a sheriff down on the border.

Well, a pleasant journey to ya.

And don't forget, give my regards

to your friend, Jack Lewis.

(laughing)

Now get going!

- Those buzzards out of sight yet?

- Yeah.

- Well, (audio skips) had a gun, he could shoot

these shackles off, couldn't he?

- I reckon he could.

- Well, I've got one.

- You have?

- Yeah, you know, when the artillery was all

loaded in my belt, one of 'em slipped through

and landed in my boot!

- Well, why didn't you tell me?

- I didn't have a chance.

- Well, let's get it out.

- I've got an idea, Pete.

- Yeah, what is it?

- There ain't no sense of you and I

splittin' the gold with that gang.

- That's what I call a good idea.

- You know, they're gonna demand a showdown

when we get back.

- Well, what's your plan?

- I'll draw you a map of the mine location.

Well, we can't file on it,

but there's a pocket that you can clean

out in a couple of hours.

- What do you figure is in that pocket?

- Eh, you never can tell.

Some of 'em run as high as 20,000.

- Yeah.

- You got a pencil?

- Yeah.

- It's no use, Whitey.

See if you can shake it out.

- I can't get it up, Bruce.

It's comin'.

There she comes.

- Don't move, Whitey.

(gun fires)

Well, that's one of 'em.

(gun fires)

Turn around, Whitey.

- Now, you take the short cut over the ridge.

Ditch the nuggets, and meet me at the hideout.

- Right.

Say, that's a fine-lookin' horse there.

I believe I'll take him.

- Why not?

Go ahead.

- We're sure lucky, Whitey.

There were only two cartridges in the gun.

This is a .44.

Mine are .45s.

- Gee, I'm sure thirsty.

- So am I.

We better head for that range over yonder.

- That's a long ways.

- I know it.

But it's the most likely place to find water.

- Here's Jack's watch, Mother.

- Jack was a fine boy and a good son.

- You still have me and Bruce.

- That's my one comfort, dear.

Maybe if Jack hadn't been so anxious to get

the money for me, this would never have happened.

- What's that?

It's a map of Jack's strike.

I must show this to Bruce.

- Morning, Miss Lewis.

- Good morning, Ed, where's Bruce?

- Don't know, I haven't seen him or Whitey

since early this morning.

- Well, do you know where they went?

- No, I don't.

They may have gone to town.

- That's funny.

Saddle my horse.

- Yes, ma'am.

- Company, huh?

- Yeah, I finished my business across the line.

I thought I'd come back and see what they're doin'.

- Where's Pete?

- Why, Pete went into town to get provisions.

- What about the other two?

- Oh, they're probably baking plenty by now.

- Say, what about this gold strike?

- What do you mean, what about it?

- Don't forget, you said we were in on it too.

And while you was away, the boys and I sorta

decided we'd like to take a look at it.

- You will, in due time.

- The time is now, Davis.

- All right, fellas.

We've always gotten along, because I've

always played on the square with you.

Just as soon as I take on a little grub,

I'll show you where it is.

- Thanks, Ed.

- How you makin' it?

- Me?

Oh, I'm fine.

- Is Sheriff Anderson here?

- Why, no.

He's up trying to pick up Davis.

- Davis?

Why, Bruce brought him in yesterday.

- Yes, I know, but the boys took him out

last night to string him up, but he got away.

Could I do anything?

- Well, I was really looking for Bruce.

None of us knew the location of my brother's

strike until we found this map in his watch.

He was just starting for the claim office

when he was killed.

- Well, if I was you, I'd have that recorded

right away then.

- I guess that is the thing to do.

Thank you.

- That's all right, miss.

- I guess this just about fixes you up, Miss Lewis.

If there's any gold there, it's yours.

Well, I'll have to have more information

than you have here for my files.

Here.

Fill that out when you know the exact

location of the section lines.

- All right, thank you.

I'll see to it right away.

- You finished eatin'?

- Yeah.

- Well, let's get goin'.

- Fine.

- We're nearing the range, Whitey.

There should be water there.

- There better be.

- What's the matter, Davis?

- Uh, nothing.

I just wasn't sure which trail to take.

I guess this is it all right.

- I hope we get there before sundown.

- Well, what are you looking for?

- What are you doing with that horse?

- Oh, you know Conway, eh?

Huh!

A map!

So you know'd Lewis too.

- Well, what of it?

- Oh, nothing, only, you're gonna stay here

until I clean up this pocket!

- Whitey, a tent.

Take it easy, Whitey.

- [Man In Black Hat] Well, what luck?

- We couldn't pick up his trail.

- Say, Arline Lewis was looking for you.

- Yeah, what did she want?

- Don't know, exactly.

Her brother struck gold,

but they didn't know the location of the strike

until they found a map in his watch.

- Hmm, a gold strike, eh?

Davis had some nuggets.

Maybe that's why he plugged him.

Where did Arline go?

- When she left here, she was on the road

to the claim office.

- I'll see if she's still there.

- Guess she went out to the location, Sheriff.

- Hmm, she's liable to run into a peck of trouble.

I better pick a few of the boys.

Say, where is this place anyhow?

- I'll show you.

You follow the old desert road out to this point here.

- I wonder who this tent belongs to.

- I wonder.

- Whitey, that jacket.

- That's Jack's.

It's the one you gave him for his birthday.

- It sure is.

His claim must be near here.

Let's try and locate it.

This looks like a trail.

Maybe it leads to his diggings.

Let's follow it.

- All right.

- Bruce!

Bruce!

- It's Arline.

- [Arline] Look out, Bruce!

- Drop that gun.

- Nuggets.

- Keep him covered, Whitey.

You can have this one.

- What's the idea?

- Ha, it's empty.

- How did you get into this, Arline?

- Well, Mother found a map that Jack left

in his watch, and when I reached here, I.

- Bring him down here, Whitey.

- Get goin'!

- Jack left some things in his tent.

I'll pack them, and we'll get outta here.

- All right, I'll help you.

(horses approaching)

- It's Davis and (audio skips).

- We're in a trap.

- Maybe they don't know about this tent.

We'll wait and see what they're gonna do.

- Come on, get me out of this here, Davis.

- Pete, what are you doing here?

What happened?

- While I was in town, some gal flashed a map,

and I followed her here.

And them two hombres we turned loose

on the desert come along and tied me up!

- Well, where are they now?

- Well, they filled a pouch of gold out of that

pocket up there, and left the horses here

and headed up the trail.

- Well, come on.

We'll give 'em a little surprise party.

- All right.

- All right, men, we'll run 'em down.

Spread out.

- They spotted the tent, and they're closin' in on us.

We've gotta get out of here, Whitey.

Follow me.

Wait!

You hide in there.

I'm gonna try and get 'em to follow me.

- There's no one in there.

- Well, they're around here somewhere.

- Well, we'll find 'em.

There's Conway now.

(gun fires)

Get him!

That was just a trick to get us to chase him.

The others are probably around here somewhere

and have the gold.

- You're right. - Come on.

- There's three of 'em after Bruce.

That means there's two left.

- If we could only get to their horses!

(gun fires)

- Well, here's what we're after.

I reckon we'll be taking you along.

They won't be throwing any slugs our way

with you in front of us.

Come on!

- Three of Davis's men are right on my trail.

I don't know whether he's with 'em or not.

- We'll get 'em.

(guns firing)

Keep 'em up!

- Two of 'em stayed there, Sheriff,

and Davis is one of 'em!

- Herd 'em into town, boys.

I'm following Conway.

- One of you fellas, get them guns.

Now, come on, get goin'.

Come on there, get goin'.

- Whitey!

You're hurt!

What happened?

- Don't worry about me.

It's only a crease in the hip.

- Where's Arline?

- Davis and Pete took Arline and the gold.

I couldn't stop 'em.

And they headed for the desert.

Here, take the gun.

You may need it.

- Where's Conway?

- They headed for the desert.

Bruce is after 'em.

There's a canteen of water in the tent.

You better take it.

- I tell you, I can't go any further.

- Well, it ain't my fault the horses petered out.

- Yes, and we had to waste two bullets on him too.

- Well, you can come along with us

or wait here for the buzzards.

Come on.

- Water!

- Pete, Pete!

Don't drink anymore!

It's poison!

- Poison?

- Well, I reckon you two won't be walkin' much further.

But you're goin' with me just as far as you can.

Come on!

- Davis!

Ah!

Ah!

Do something!

Do something for me!

Don't leave me!

Davis!

- There ain't nothin' I can do for ya, Pete.

- Uh, what do you care?

(laughs) You won't have to split the gold

with nobody now.

- Turn back, Conway.

Turn back or I'll fire!

(gun clicks)

- I took the shells out of the gun last night.

(gun fires)

(punch slamming)

(punches slamming)

- Good work, Bruce.

That's the last of 'em.

All right, hombre, pull yourself together.

You've got a long ride ahead of ya.

- It's all right, honey.

The sheriff's here.

We'll be on our way home real soon.

(upbeat music)