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That's good mister, that's real good What are you you some

kind of magician How about you put on a little show

for me just to help pass the time How about

I make you disappear

Keep away from them bars, Rummy.

Well?

It's for sure all right.

Order from the governor's on its way from the capital.

You're just going to have to get me out of here then before it comes, won't you?

I don't know, Dobbins.

How about for this?

Couple thousand more, just like it.

Where?

Well, you get me out of here, we'll go there together.

Partner.

You still here?

You gotta die!

Oh. Full house.

Ace is high.

Not so fast.

One, two, three... Four ladies.

She did it again. How is she doing it? Don't ask me.

Teaspoon around?

Came probably at his office. What?

Special order from the governor.

Oh, Cody, I got a letter for you too.

All the way from New York. New York?

There you go.

Dear Mr. Cody, we are happy to inform you that they bought it.

They bought my story.

Who bought it? What story?

About the Pony Express.

About us.

What about us?

Everything. I sent in part of my journalist's story to one of the

periodicals, True Tales of the West, and they bought it and they want to see

more. I didn't know you were writing a journal. I didn't know you could write.

Says right there, it's going to be in the very next issue.

Can't wait.

Well, I've been working on it for a while, but I kept it a secret from y'all

because I didn't want you funning me.

Says right there, they want the, uh... the unmit, uh... the real truth.

From you?

I think it's great, Cody. Shows you're thinking about the future.

I, for one, can't wait to read what you wrote about us.

Well, Lou, I'll be sure you get the first copy. Well...

Maybe the second.

Teaspoon, we should just burn this thing and put it out of its misery. It's time

to spruce up. This place ain't been cleaned. Teaspoon,

this just came for you. Straight from the governor.

What is it?

I don't know.

It's an extradition order.

Fella doing time for robbery in Hooper County, but marshals in Kansas want him

to stand trial for murder.

What's his name?

Floyd Dobbins.

Floyd Dobbins?

You know him, Jimmy?

Yeah, I've heard of him.

I haven't.

You consider yourself lucky. He ain't the kind of fella you want to cross

paths with. Trouble is, Dobbins is due to get out of jail day after tomorrow.

Governor figures we're the only ones who can get this order to Hooper in time

before he's strong.

Three-day ride.

It'll get there.

I'll make it.

Does that mean you're a volunteer, Mr. Hickok?

Yep.

Well, pin this on and take this.

And, Jimmy, ride safe.

Got everything you need?

Don't need much.

The county's a long ways off.

Not that long, Jesse.

Long enough for a body to get awful lonesome by themselves.

Jesse, I'm not taking you with me so you can quit trying to get me to ask you.

You gotta let me go, Jimmy. No, I don't. Yeah, you do. It's time.

Time for what?

Time to show them what I'm made of. Do what I'm supposed to do.

Oh, come on, Jesse. No, I'm sick of letting you talk me out of things. All

day long you guys had me cleaning the bunkhouse and sweeping the jail and

carrying mattresses around.

But at night...

At night, I dream of the way things ought to be.

Yeah, and how's that?

Me making the difference.

You must have felt the same way once.

Yeah, I guess I did.

Then you know why you gotta let me go.

No.

I understand why you can't.

I don't care. Get on back to rock. I ain't going back. Don't argue with me.

Hold up.

Hold up.

What'd you do to her? I don't know. I was riding pretty hard, but... You hurt

her leg real bad.

You'd be lucky you made it this far.

So now I suppose you're just gonna leave me here?

Well, it'd serve you right, Jesse.

I wouldn't do that to the horse.

Give me the reins and get on back.

You'll see. I won't be no trouble.

Heck, I can be a lot of help and good company, too.

You won't even know I'm around.

Well, I'll be as quiet as a scarecrow first day of summer.

Besides, it's time I showed you what I could do, Hickok.

Why don't you start with keeping your mouth shut?

Credit? You must think I'm as dumb as this mule.

I don't give no credit, and you ain't got nothing I want to trade for. You

come back when you got cash money.

He ain't gonna make no trade.

Just get on back in there.

animals, aren't they?

No, you won't find better horses in the whole territory.

Listen, I bet we swap that horse for my

friend's here.

Yeah, let's see.

She's lame.

Why do you think we're even talking to you?

Look, mister, this horse is twice the animal yours is. Now, in a couple of

days, she's gonna be as good as new.

It's a deal I wouldn't pass up.

Yeah, well, you ain't me, are you?

This horse don't look like nothing to me.

Come on, Jesse, let's find someone who knows what they're talking about.

You saying I don't know my business?

You call this a business?

Take that back.

I said take it back.

Teach him a lesson, Hickok. Stay out of this, Jesse.

Hickok? You're, uh, you're Wild Bill Hickok? In the flesh. You called out the

wrong man, mister.

Jesse, you don't look old enough to be Hickok.

Well, Wild Bill, let's see who you really are.

Heh.

Thought so.

Told you.

Which one of those horses did you say you were interested in, Mr. Hickok?

You got horses?

Out back.

How about the sheriff? Over to the saloon, having a drink. You done good.

Hey, Curtis, you seen my... What the hell?

What'd you have to kill him for? He was in my way.

Not going back on our deal, are you?

Our deal's the same as it's always been.

There you are, partner.

Thank you.

Tompkins, are they here yet?

Tompkins?

Well, are they here?

Jody, I'm pleased to say they're here.

Now... The reason I'm pleased is because I won't have to listen to you ask me

anymore if they've shown up yet. Well, I'm glad that you're happy, Tompkins.

Now let's just get this crate open.

On the trail with the Pony Express.

Bye.

William F. Cody.

Congratulations, Cody.

You owe me a dime for that.

Tell you what, Tompkins.

Here's a dollar.

I'll be taking ten of these. One for each of the riders.

A few extras in case any of them want more than one copy. Why don't you just

buy the whole box?

I wouldn't want to deprive your customers of the opportunity to read

about my exciting exploits. You mean you fill the whole book just writing about

yourself? Of course not.

There's a whole bunch of stuff about the other writers in here.

Plenty of it.

I gotta go, Tompkins.

Boy, wait till they get a load of this.

Yeah.

You can say that again.

Marshall?

Marshall?

Excuse me.

So where are we heading?

We? You gonna start that again?

No, I'm starting after Dobbins, and you're gonna end up in Rock Creek. I

ain't going back, Jimmy. You're gonna have to take me or you're gonna have to

shoot me.

All right, you can go.

Really? I'm going with you? A lot easier letting you come than telling you why

you can't. You won't regret it, Jimmy. I'll do you proud. Anything you say.

All right, look.

Why don't you start by going over to the general store, getting some supplies.

We'll be on the road for about two days.

You got it.

I'll be back in two minutes.

More like two weeks.

Forgot to tell me what you wanted.

Maybe you better come with me.

Is that Cody's

magazine? Yeah, it sure is.

Have you read this yet?

Well, he gave me a copy, but I hadn't gotten around to it yet. Is it funny?

Well, you could say that.

You can't imagine what he's been like these last few days.

Scared to talk to you, huh?

Whatever for?

Oh, no reason.

You really haven't read this, have you?

No.

Should I?

Well, if you get around to it, parts of it are kind of entertaining.

But I wouldn't read page five if I were you.

Page five, huh?

What are these pages?

Oh, I'm just marking the spot.

Rachel, the woman who runs the station, is a true joy to have around.

I think that's about enough.

Not only is she quite competent at doing her job, but the way that woman fills

out a dress is enough to make a blind man blush?

I can't believe you wrote that about me. I wouldn't read page seven if I were

you.

Get through with him.

He's not going to remember how to read, let alone write.

Well, Rachel, you forgot your things.

Let's see, where was I here?

So where are we headed? Are you going to keep it a secret?

It's a little ranch outside of Clinton.

Who lives there?

Someone's Dobbins is itching to meet.

Nice if we got there first.

Bad blood between you two, ain't there?

What makes you say that?

The look in your eyes, the way you say his name.

What do you do?

Just hurt some innocent people.

That ain't all, is it?

Jesse, look, I just want to get him to Kansas so the law can take care of him.

That's all.

No, it ain't.

You want to kill him, don't you?

If it gets to that... And around you, it generally does.

Jesse, I don't get you.

What is it about folks killing each other that interests you so much?

I don't know.

Maybe I've just been around it so much, I'm curious.

Yeah, well, you get too curious. You may just find out more than you want to.

Good news, Teaspoon.

Kid ran across a horse trainer. Says he saw Jesse and Hickok together. Oh, that

boy. Well, at least he's in good hands.

Jimmy knew it was good for him.

He'd swap Jesse for a new sap.

Right about now, Cody's the one I'd like to swap.

Was something troubling you, Lou?

Only this.

What, Cody's story?

I've been saving that. I intended to peruse it tonight before bed.

Yeah. Just don't read it while you're eating.

Is that a hint of literary criticism in the air?

It's trash, teaspoon.

Listen to this.

Lou was awful quiet when we first met. I could understand it, too.

Every litter has to have a runt.

Seems like Lou was ours.

Well, that ain't so bad.

The boy's just being colorful.

Still, we felt sorry for him and decided to keep Lou on, even though he can

hardly lift up a mail bag to get it on a horse.

Well, at least he didn't say he was a girl.

That's because he knows I would have pounded him in the dirt.

Lou, you can't fault the boy for having an act of imagination. That is the mark

of a great writer. You just can't let it bother you.

Then I suppose you're not going to let this bother you.

The fellow running the outfit is an ex-Texas ranger by the name of Teaspoon.

Strange name that certainly don't refer to his eating habits. He is more likely

to chow down with a shovel than with a teaspoon.

And he's got the belly to prove it.

Slight exaggeration.

Now, this next part's a lie.

And that's a bigger lie.

Colorful, ain't it?

Cody!

Dobbins?

Maybe.

You stay here.

Where'd she go?

She moved, I told you.

I bought the place from her a couple of years back.

Where'd she move?

I don't know.

Don't lie to me, old man.

Somewhere north of here.

Out on the other side of town.

That's all I know.

I swear it.

Don't try it, Dobbins.

Hickok.

Put it down.

You got it. Put the gun down.

Yeah.

Well, well, well.

If it ain't little Jimmy Hickok, I'll grow it up.

Appreciate your help, son.

You come too late, Jimmy.

Leland's would have done moved off.

No, I came for you.

I'm taking you to Kansas to see you hang.

You working for the law?

Huh, that ain't the story I heard. Well, you were grown.

You know, this boy right here used to be my right hand.

He's always been a big help.

You shut your mouth.

Why don't you tell the nice old man here, Jimmy, how he used to do anything

I'd say. Shut up! Tell him I even used to help me to kill.

Kill him.

Still trigger happy, huh?

Jimmy!

You gonna be all right?

Doc says he is.

It's all my fault. I heard the shots and I... I know.

I let him rattle me.

I ain't like you, Jimmy.

Letting a man do that to you.

Dobbins ain't no ordinary man.

What do you mean?

Dobbins used to be marshal around here.

I was on my own, drifting.

I'd been hungry for about three days.

He caught me stealing eggs out of a hen house, so instead of arresting me, he

put me to work.

As a deputy?

No.

Just odd office jobs.

Whatever he wanted me to do.

Kind of like me and Teaspoon.

You got some explaining to do, Cody.

For what?

For what you wrote about us?

Just telling the truth, that's all. The truth?

You call this the truth?

A former Texas Ranger who spends more time with his boots on his desk than in

his stirrups?

All right, but I see, Teaspoon.

A rider who's so attached to his whip he sleeps with it under his pillow. A fella

who talks more to his horse than his girlfriend?

Now, fellas, a little humor keeps the readers interested.

Excuse me.

Runts of the litter?

And I'm too much of a lady to read what you wrote about me, but you'd never know

it by what you said.

A man's got a right to say what he thinks. Only if he thinks before he says

it. Freedom of speech, Lou.

This makes this country so great.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

You know, it occurs to me there's something else that makes this country

great.

The sweet act of revenge.

This Dobbin sounds like an interesting fella.

Marshal one day, outlaw the next.

Why don't you just leave it alone, Jesse?

Just thought you'd see right through a man like that.

Look, I hadn't seen as much then as I've seen now. It was only about your age.

So what happened?

These gold shipments from California were getting robbed a lot.

And Leland, the fellow who was running the freight office, he wanted Dobbins to

stop him.

What'd he do?

Dobbins told Leland to take the next shipment off the wagon before it got

into town so that he could take these outlaws without risking the gold.

And there were no outlaws.

It was Dobbins who was stealing the gold.

He was setting Leland up, but I never seemed to catch him.

Until later.

Leland's wife was a widow.

Cody's mouth is so big the rest of the riders could climb inside, but who'd

want to, considering his breath?

The way this fella rides, you'd think he must have trained on a goat instead of a

horse? That one's mine.

How do you like it?

What's going on here, Lou?

Lou?

Don't you mean runt of the litter?

Y'all still getting riled up about that?

Not anymore.

We're getting even.

You inspired us, Cody.

We're sending copies of these off to that True Tales of the West.

You wouldn't.

Mm-hmm.

Freedom of speech.

See, we all wrote one. We figure that way they're bound to print at least one,

maybe two, maybe one every month, or maybe a whole year of stories about you,

Cody. What do you think?

Think I'm gonna be sick.

You haven't sent him off yet, have you?

Kid's taking him on his next run.

You know if he left yet?

Howdy.

So, how'd you like him?

He's not exactly my style.

Look, we'd all like to be writers, but you're the published author here.

And I'm sure that magazine would love to get another story from you about us.

I'm sure they would.

And maybe this time it can be a true tale of the West.

A real true tale of the West.

I'm starting to get inspired.

And maybe this time you'll let us see it before you send it off.

Excuse me.

Something I can do for you?

Yeah, I'm looking for Sarah Leland, Sam Leland's widow.

You know where I might find her?

Might? You a friend of hers?

Uh, no, not exactly, but I just need to speak with her. What about?

Well, it's none of your concern, really. Can you just tell me where she is?

That poor woman's got enough troubles without you bothering her.

Jimmy, hold it.

Let him go.

I'm real sorry, mister.

There's a good reason why he's trying to find her.

She seems to be in a little trouble and we aim to stop her.

She and her boy live in a cabin a couple miles north of here.

Just off the main road. You can't miss it.

Thank you.

I'll catch up to you.

Hey, Seth.

Remember me?

No.

You, uh... You are Sam Leland's boy, right?

That's right.

Yeah, well, I'm an old friend of your pa's.

What's that coming right out of your ear, huh?

Well, looky here.

Real gold?

You ever seen a coin like that, huh?

Maybe your pa had one.

This must be the place.

Yeah.

Don't you think it's time, Jimmy?

For what?

The time you told me what this is all about.

It's about me.

It's about me looking so hard for the good in somebody that I couldn't see the

bad.

Dobbins?

Yeah.

Dobbins convinced me that Leland had stolen the gold.

So we went to track him down.

Did you find him?

I led Dobbins right to him.

But the gold wasn't there.

So Leland panicked, took out his gun, and Dobbins shot him.

I didn't find out till later that Dobbins had set him up.

He was long gone by then.

He must still be looking for that gold.

He's got a figure. The only person who can help him find it is that woman down

there.

The widow of an innocent man whose death I'm partly to blame for.

Something I can help you?

Ma'am?

You got a lot of nerve coming here.

I've come to help you.

Help me?

Just like you help my husband?

That's why I'm here, ma'am. What, to say you're sorry?

To say it was all Dobbin's fault?

Well, you already said that, and it won't help now any more than it did back

then.

My husband was a good man.

An honest man.

Because of you, he's dead.

There ain't nothing more for us to say.

Now get off my land.

Come about Dobbins, ma'am.

Seems he's busted out of jail and come looking for the gold.

Dobbins and the gold can go straight to hell.

If you don't ride out of here right now, I'll send you there to meet him.

Mrs. Leland!

Mrs. Leland! Mrs. Leland!

What is it, Luke?

It's Seth.

He left school with some stranger.

What did he look like, son?

Real rough.

Dressed in a long duster.

Dobbins.

Oh, no.

You.

You're the one who brought this on us.

Why'd you have to come back here?

Wasn't leading him to my husband enough? You had to lead him to my son, too?

He's only a boy!

Mrs.

Leland. Go away.

I don't want to be here any more than you want me here.

But Dobbins has got your son, and I've got to find him. Why would he take Seth?

Because he's looking for the gold. Now, Dobbins must figure that Seth knows

where it is. He doesn't.

He doesn't know anything about what happened back then.

Seth doesn't even know how his daddy died.

Didn't you ever go looking for it? Don't you understand?

I didn't care about the gold.

Finally, the gold wasn't going to bring back my husband.

Jimmy.

Look, ma'am, I know how you feel about Jimmy, but you gotta let him help find

your boy.

Why?

Because he's the only one who can.

And he needs to.

Are you sure Seth has no idea where your husband took the gold?

It could have been a million places.

My father used to take me and my brother Frank up to special places in the wild.

Secret places.

Places only we knew about.

Did Seth and his father have a place like that?

Well, there was a place in the woods.

A place my husband had been going to since he was a boy.

Is this the place?

Yes, sir. See?

Here? Every year, Pa made these marks to see how much I grew.

His Pa did the same for him when he was young.

Pa says this tree is part of our history.

He better hope it still is.

Which way?

I don't know.

What if we don't find him?

We will.

You don't know that, Jimmy.

Yeah, I do. It's my responsibility.

It ain't like you killed Leland. No, but I did everything but pull the trigger,

Jesse. Look, if we don't find that boy...

You stay here.

I mean it this time.

Put your hands where I can see them.

You always work persistent, Jimmy. Hold on, son.

I'll be right there.

Can't see.

You hit?

Damn it, I told you to stay out of this.

Let me see.

There's nothing.

We gotta get out of here.

No, he's still got the boy, Jesse.

What do you want me to do?

Look, I'll keep dobbing him, Busy.

You circle around and you get the boy.

Now, when you get the boy, you keep going until you get all the way home.

Catch the gold!

Jesse? Jesse?

Yeah?

I'm gonna get Seth.

Give me the gun.

Mr. Hickok, I don't know what to say, but... You don't need

to say anything.

I'm just happy I got your boy back to you.

Take care of your mom.

Well, you boys ride safe now.

Thanks, ma'am.

He was the one who killed my Pa, wasn't he?

Yeah, he was.

Pa was a good man, Seth.

I'm sorry you didn't get to know him too well.

Were you his friend?

It's a long way home.

You gonna start talking to me sometime soon?

Sure.

I'm not angry with you.

The first.

No, I've been meaning to thank you.

You're saving my life back there.

It was nothing.

It wasn't?

It was different than I thought it'd be.

Harder?

Just different.

Think you'll stop feeling guilty now?

Maybe.

You think you'll start?

No.

No, Jimmy.

Thank you.