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New Athens isn't the biggest
town in the Wyoming territory,

but since it's stuck
in the middle of nowhere,

I am the sole distributor
of ladies' needleware.

Got the market all sewed up.

Ha-ha-ha. Joke.

"All sewed up."
You get it?

Ha-ha-ha.

Sir, if you don't
stop boring us,

you may very soon find

your mouth all sewed up.

Was that a shot?

What's happening?
Why are we stopping?

It would appear
we're being held up.

It would appear.

Whoa.

All right,
everybody out.

Quick, get out of there.

Don't, uh,
be frightened, ma'am.

Under that mask, he's probably
as worried as you are.

I said, out.

Come on,
make it quick.

Nothing.
Nothing.

Say, you boys must not be
from around here.

I mean, I could've told you.
Nobody ever robs this stage.

Never carries any money.
Mine shut down two years ago.

Shut up.

All right, all of you
empty your pockets.

Give me that purse.
Oh, please-

This man's dead.

This one too.

There doesn't seem
to be any damage here.

I'll help the guard.

Hyah, hyah, hyah, hyah.

Ah, looks like they've lost
their taste for the battle.

Personally, I'd rather not
have their company

the rest of the way
to New Athens.

It would upset the lady.

Ah, never upset a lady.

You, uh, handled yourself
very well.

And now, miss,
if you'll allow me.

Guard, why don't you, uh,
take my place?

Guard, the rifle.

The gentlemen's walking stick
packs quite a wallop.

Yeah, it does.

You call yourself men?

Protect your property!

Don't panic.
Don't panic, man.

Hold on, hold on.
Don't let them drive you out.

Don't let them drive you out.
In unity there is strength.

We can't be bluffed.

May I escort you
to the hotel?

We need some help around here.
We can't do it all.

Why are the people
leaving town?

Maybe they don't like it
here.

Howdy. You're the sheriff
in town, huh?

This badge sure
ain't for dog catching.

I wonder if you might answer
a few questions for me.

Make it quick.

Eating and talking
at the same time

ain't good for my digestion.

Why is everybody leaving town,
sheriff?

Wild rumors. Nothing you can
put your finger on.

Like what?

Passel of gunslingers,
bums, ex-cons.

They've been drifting
into the territory.

Makes folks nervous.

Of course,
I never seen 'em myself.

I understand they're camped
outside of town.

Well, what if they did come
into town?

Well, if I saw them,

I'd sure give it some thought.

I'll bet you would.

Sheriff,

you better go easy
on the starches.

Nobody likes a fat hero.

Howdy, mister.

Any particular selection
you'd like to hear?

Depends. Do you know something
recent by a man named Mason?

If you're talking
about Warner Mason,

he hasn't written anything
since he left Washington.

Either he's had some very
urgent business elsewheres-

Unlikely.

Or he's dead.

What about Arthur Cole?

Eh. Cole's been out of town.

Lunch at my place, as usual,
darling?

You bet, sugar.

Things must have been dull
for you

around here the last few days.

You know, you gotta get
your information where you can.

Yeah, I know,
I saw Sheriff Koster.

Well, Cole's expected back
this afternoon, you know.

I better get out there
this afternoon.

Then you join us, huh?

Uh-huh. It's about a mile east
of town,

a place called Pembroke Road.

That's, uh, Sally Yarnell.
She owns the joint.

What's the matter
with everybody?

Joe, you better play something,
and liven these boys up.

Right, honey.

See you later, Joe.

Gentlemen.

Welcome home.
Mike.

That's not my brand,
of course.

Mm.

People are staring.
I don't like that.

Well, it's sort of a shock,
you coming back.

Shouldn't be.

This is my hometown.

I want to drink alone.
Clear the room.

Uh, listen, folks,

the bar's closing.

Uh, sir,
the bar is closed.

Why?

Because the gentlemen
prefers it that way.

But I came in here
for a drink.

Now, look sir,
I told you-

I know what you told me.

Whiskey.

Mr. Trayne drinks alone.

You've got an adverse effect

on a lot of people
in this town.

Homecomings
can be emotional.

I told you
I wanted some whiskey.

Uh, allow me.

This is the best whiskey
in New Athens,

Mr...

West. James West.

I'm Mike Trayne.

You see, Mr. Trayne didn't want
to drink alone after all.

Oh, I did,

but occasionally,
I change my mind.

Me too.

I don't think
I want this drink.

Even the best whiskey
in New Athens.

Mr. Trayne.

My, this silence is deafening.

Do you know-?

Do you know
"Little Liza Jane"?

Um, no, not really,

but I'll fake it.

Cole?

Cole?

Arthur Cole?
Yes.

Well, it looks like I timed
my arrival just right.

You haven't even unsaddled
your horse yet.

Yeah, I just got back.

I didn't get your name.

Oh, I'm sorry.
My name is James West.

What can I do for you?

I'm looking for a man named
Walter Mason.

Has he contacted you yet?

Mason?

No, not yet.

But you did get a letter
saying he was coming?

I got a letter,

but Mr. Mason didn't show.

Uh, would you like one?

Yeah, thanks.

When we got no report
from Mason,

we figured something might
have happened to him.

That's why I'm here.

I see.

And since I am here,
what was it, Mr. Cole,

that you wanted to tell
the Secret Service

that you couldn't
put into a letter?

Mason never wrote,

told you
before he disappeared?

Well, if he had,
Mr. Cole,

I wouldn't be here
asking questions.

So you're completely
in the dark,

eh, Mr. West?

Yeah, that's about the size
of it. Blindly groping.

Agh!

Cole?

No.

Probably Cole's murderer.
He hit his head on this.

And Cole's dead?

Yeah, I think so, Artie.

This man had a shovel
when I first saw him.

Let's look around the back.

It looks like
a freshly dug grave, Artie.

Yeah.

Cole's.

Which means we'll never
find out from him

what information
he was trying to give us.

Or where Mason is,
or if he's alive.

You know, there must be 15,
20 of these hard cases

camped at Willow Creek
just outside of town.

More coming in every day.

Has there been
any trouble in town?

No, none. Well,
they look threatening enough,

but they don't do anything.

You can't arrest a man
for the way he looks.

The town's plenty scared.

Good, solid citizens have been
packing up and leaving all week.

Artie, what is there
in New Athens

that would attract a band
of cutthroats like that?

You tell me.

The mines ran out
long ago.

There's no heavy industry.

Town's poor as a church mouse.

Yet that scum sits out there
at Willow Springs

just waiting.

For what?

Maybe for somebody
to light a match.

Oh.

Uh, I better take
the north path.

See you in town.
Yeah.

One more time!

You people get out of town,

or you're gonna get a lot worse
than what your mayor's getting.

Hey, boys,

you could drown
a man like that.

Man can get killed butting into
other people's business.

That s-?

Ha-ha-ha!

All right, hold it!

All right, boys.

School's over.

Climb back on your horsies
and go home.

Move!

Don't forget what I said.

Get out of town.

Are you all right,
mayor?

It'd take more than six
of that breed

to scare a Cassidy away.

Hey, what's going on here?

Well, if you'd have come around
a little bit sooner, sheriff,

you might have known
what had happened.

He probably had his head
buried in a bucket of food.

Now, look, you got no right
to say that, Cassidy.

I didn't know anything till
some kid bucked into my office

a minute ago.
Well, you better hurry back

before he steals your pie.

Eh. Useless.

What were they trying to prove,
mayor?

Ah, they're trying to drive
my people out

by terrorizing me.

Well, don't you believe them,
not any of them.

As long as we stand together,
we'll win.

That's it.
Have spirit.

Hey, I don't believe
I got your name, lad.

James West, mayor.

West. West.

That's not an Irish name.

I'm not Irish, sir.

Oh, you must be.

Only an Irishman
can fight that way.

Ah. This is Mayor Cassidy,
Mr. West.

He's Irish.
Also the proprietor

of the Cassidy General Store,
the New Athens bank,

and sundry other institutions
here in town.

You, uh, fellas know each other.

Our paths have crossed before.

Aha.
Back east.

Well...

You don't fool me, Trayne.

Getting somebody else
to do your dirty work for you

doesn't make you
any the less guilty.

Your good citizens
nailed me once, Cassidy.

This time, you better be sure
what you're saying.

Mr. Trayne.

Odd, but when people are having
their heads busted,

you always seem
to be around.

Seems to work out that way,
doesn't it?

You know him?

I think I'm beginning to.

So you think it's Mike Trayne

that's gathering this
outlaw army outside of town.

Well, I have no proof,

but he's got the motive.

Which is what?

Three years ago,

Trayne was a big man
in this town.

Made it from the mines
before they closed down.

Didn't I hear
he was also engaged

to Miss Yarnell?
Aye.

That's the lady
that runs the saloon?

The same.

Trayne bashed in the head
of a fella

who was paying her
too much attention.

He claimed
he was justified,

but the people of New Athens
didn't agree.

They sent him to prison.

And he was just released
from prison.

Aye. Now he's come back

to take his vengeance.

Know a Arthur Cole,
Pembroke Road?

Oh, very well.

Arthur's one
of my best friends.

He's even more disturbed than
I am about this cutthroat army

that's gathering
outside town.

We never realized
who was behind it

till Trayne arrived today.

He'll be very interested
to know that when he gets back.

He won't be coming back.

He's dead.

What?

Dead?

When?

Less than an hour ago.

Why, the filthy scum.

I'll have him arrested.

No, not Trayne.

He wouldn't have done
his own dirty work.

He's got a whole army
gathering for that.

What's the sheriff
doing about this?

That dunderhead?

Ah. He's too fat
and too yellow to fight.

I wouldn't be
at all surprised

to find that Trayne
had him in his pocket.

That could account for how
somebody got out to Cole's place

before you did.

Mayor, while you're trying
to keep

every able-bodied man
from evacuating this town,

we're going to try
and stop Trayne's army.

Well, back to that keyboard.

Well, it could be worse,
Artie.

You could trade your piano in
for a rifle.

Eh, think I'll just learn
a new song.

Mayor.

Thank you.

Hello, Sal.

Why did you come back, Mike?

You too? You of all people
should know why.

I don't need the kind
of trouble you bring.

Look at this place.
Look at New Athens.

You've scared everybody out.

Now, Sal, don't be uncharitable.

All I want is for everything
to-

To go back the way

that it used to be.

Especially you, Sal.

You and I...

Uh, excuse me.

I was just wondering
whether Miss Yarnell

would honor those, uh,

gentlemen over there
with a song?

I've decided
that Miss Yarnell

will spend the rest of the day
with me.

What has the lady decided?

The lady agrees.

"Captain William Gates,
commander, Fort Savage. Stop.

"Request detachment
20 armed troops,

"proceed immediately
to New Athens. Stop.

James West. Stop."

You think they're really
gonna come, Mr. West?

The outlaws, I mean.

Well, better safe than sorry.

Well, that settles it.
Mayor or no mayor,

I'm taking my family
and getting-

You will send
that message first,

won't you, please?

What is it? What's wrong?

I don't get
an acknowledgement.

The line's dead.

Like I said,
the line's dead.

Easy.

Don't be running off.
Don't be running off.

Hey, where you-?
Don't be running away.

Don't abandon it.

You're abandoning
the town of New Athens!

You're leaving it
to the scum!

Don't be running off!

What are you going to do?

Aw, it ain't no use,
Cassidy.

It's gonna take real men

like you and me
and old Lizzy here.

They're all scared
of their shadows.

Well, that telegraph clerk

sure spread the word
in a hurry.

I'm afraid even Cassidy
can't keep them here now.

So you think Trayne
knows who we are?

I think he wants to find out
how much we know, Artie,

before he makes his move.

Care to join us?

I'm sorry.

I didn't know where to turn.
I-

I'm frightened.

Of Mike Trayne?

You didn't seem
very frightened of him

the last time I saw
you two together.

If I hadn't done that,
he would have killed you.

Why didn't you leave
with the others?

He won't let me.

Can't you help me get away?

You know, Jim,
with the telegraph out,

one of us is going to have
to ride to Fort Savage for help.

Oh, take me with you,
please.

I'm a good rider.
I won't hold you up.

Artie, if you left now,

you could be back with the
troopers by sundown tomorrow.

Fine.

A young lady like this
would be marvelous

for the moral
at Fort Savage anyway.

Please.

Mr. Gordon?

Yes.

There's been a slight change
of plan.

Well, now, that would be fine,
Miss Yarnell,

except that you can't
change plans very much

with a gun that has no bullets
in it.

Cardinal rule of mine.

Never travel
next to a loaded gun

unless you're sure it belongs
to a very dear friend.

Very well put, Mr. Gordon.

And now,
if you'll be good enough

to surrender your gun belt?

Why must it always
be so complicated?

Miss Yarnell tells me

that you and Mr. West
are government men

sent here to look
for Walter Mason.

Whom you have no doubt
already had killed.

However, your message, um,

to the army
didn't get through,

so there will be
no resistance

when my men
move in on the town.

And all for revenge, Trayne.

The citizens of New Athens
took everything I had.

What can you do in return?
You can't steal a whole town.

No.

No, but you can erase it,

take away from it
all that endures in memory.

You see, I'm going to burn
New Athens to the ground.

And with it, all the public
and private records:

papers, deeds, transactions,

certificates
of birth and death.

In short, all the paper
symbols of permanence.

There'll be nothing left to show
that New Athens ever existed.

You may find the citizens
giving you more of a fight

than you bargained for,
Trayne.

Well, my, uh, partner

back in town

assures me that the citizens
have left.

There'll be no resistance.

Yeah, but supposing
that crazy Trayne

sends his men in before
the soldiers get here?

We're gonna prepare for that
right now, sheriff.

Mayor Cassidy.

Mayor.

He probably took off
with the others,

which you'd do
if you had any sense.

And leave you to defend
this town all by yourself?

By myself?
Look, I didn't mean-

Especially after
the raw courage you've shown?

No, no, sheriff.
I couldn't leave you.

Now, we're gonna need
some bullets, gunpowder.

We've got a full night's work
ahead of us.

Sheriff.

Huh?

Oh.

Uh, guard.

I think you'd better have a look
at this axle back here.

It's been creaking.
It's about ready to go.

That way!

You know, Mr. West, heh-heh,
I ain't been this excited

since Colonel
Cattidge Montgomery and me

took on 150 Siouxs
at Flat Creek.

Boy, that was a fight.

And me and old Lizzy here
have been a polecat-killing,

rattlesnake-drilling team
for a long, long time.

It is glad we are to have you
and Lizzy with us, Jeremiah.

Mr. West, when do you expect
your friend

to return with the soldiers?

Sundown.

Well, I'll go over
and cover the bank.

They're coming in!

Heh-heh-heh.

Hyah!

Hyah.

Artie, how did you get back here
so fast?

I'm back here because
I never got there.

Sally's in league with Trayne.
They were waiting for me.

You mean, the army ain't coming
at all?

I'm afraid that's
the general idea, sheriff.

Well, that tears it.

We'll never be able to stop
Trayne now.

Not if we stand around here
crying.

Why don't you men
strengthen this barricade.

How's the armament
situation, Jim?

Well, we got plenty of rifles
and bullets.

What we need is a psychological
heavy weapons.

You mean,
like howitzers and mortars?

And we'll need
some black powder.

Yeah. Wire, nails,
uh, stovepipe.

Uh-huh. Fireworks and maybe
some baking powder.

And some ladies'
garters.

Finished with that,
sheriff?

Just got to put in
the nails.

Fire!

Come on, you yeller-belly,
chicken-liver polecats!

Come on!

Trayne, what the devil
are you doing in here?

You think I really believed

you were going to meet me
next week, Cassidy?

Oh, come now.
Get out of here.

Leave me to do
what needs to be done.

If the proper records
are not destroyed,

some clever snoop
will get wise to it.

Wise to you, Cassidy.

All right, all right,
to me.

Now, look, Trayne,
we agreed-

Yes, yes, yes, yes,
we agreed,

but I've been thinking
it's a little uneven.

The way it works out,
I take all the risk.

Let's not forget who's
been emptying that vault

the past six months.

Except the way
you've set it up,

it's Mike Trayne taking
his well-publicized revenge

by burning the town
and this bank to the ground.

Nobody ever knows that
the bank's ever been robbed,

and the benevolent
Mayor Cassidy

comes out clean as a whistle.

We haven't time to argue.

Cassidy,

I've made other
arrangements.

What do you mean?

Well, it's not very complicated.

I've decided to keep it
all for myself, Cassidy.

I'm not going
to give you any.

Prison has made you loco,
Trayne.

Is it here?

Let's find out.

Where has he kept
the money?

The store.

I heard he had
a secret safe there.

Come on.

Mike, look.

If they burn that store,
we'll never find it.

Come on.
We'll go around the back.

Aagh!

Now,

where?

I think he has
a wall safe.

Mike. Mike,
are you all right?

There it is.

Thousands.

Get something to put it in.

Get ready to fire,
sheriff.

Mike, hurry, before
they set fire to this place.

What's your hurry, Sally?

You're not going anyplace.

What are you talking about?

I've, uh,

decided I'm going
to leave here alone.

What about me?

You.

You'd have been very happy
to see me blown to pieces

by that rigged mirror.

Mike, you're-
You're wrong.

I mean, I-I didn't know.

Sally.

You wanted Cassidy and me
to kill each other

so you could have it all
to yourself, hm?

Oh, Mike.

You know, there was a time you
preferred me instead of money.

Mm.

It's, uh,

been a long three years

for both of us.

It won't be prison this time,
Trayne.

I saw Cassidy,

and I saw your trademark
on his skull.

Do you always dissolve
partnerships that way?

You know,
I thought that you and I

were going to have
a basic disagreement

sooner or later, West.

That's it, Trayne.

How are things
in the street?

They're very quiet now.

That's what he was after,
huh?

That's part
of what he was after.

Hello, sheriff.

I'm afraid we're leaving you

with something
of a mess out there,

but the townspeople should be
coming back soon.

I'm glad I didn't leave
when they did.

Maybe you can live
with them now.

And myself.

Good luck.

Thank you, Mr. Gordon.
And thank you, Mr. West.

Sheriff.

Yeah?

Watch the starches.

You know, whoever said
there was honor among thieves

had obviously never been
to New Athens.

You know, Artie,
their particular kind of breed

left two of them dead and Sally
in prison for 10 years.

Yeah. Listen to this,
will you, Jim?

You just convinced me.

I should've suspected Sally
from the beginning.

What do you mean?

Well, anyone that would hire
you to play a piano

had to have a mean streak
clear through.

Oh, that's very funny.
That's very funny.