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which I do not understand.

Who I am, I do not know, but I must have seen or done

something, something terrible, to be buried alive, to

be left for dead. I can remember nothing of my life.

My friends, for my enemies, but the key to my identity lies somewhere out there.

And I will search until I find the man I was, and hope to be again.

Sometimes it seems the vast American West is a very small place.

Two armies can ramble forever in it, never cross paths.

yet as possible to stumble across another man's whole life, one

tiny object.

I'm gonna see Jensen.

You're aiming.

I'm doing particularly well and my partner made a strike.

Real gold, not a bit ends but a good vein of it.

He struck at some weeks ago and worked it furiously because winner is coming on.

I'm going to have to quit soon.

Be home.

We'll set that wedding date.

13

Summer up here is the most beautiful thing I've seen.

It's taking me all spring.

and up to now to forget how cold it was last winter.

Even my grumpy partner ran song about the endless beauty of here.

Johnson.

Stop!

had not read more than a few lines of the Dead

Man's journal when I was determined to get

to the bottom of Jensen's life.

and his death.

fresh bread.

Well...

fresh couple days ago.

Thanks.

You'll love the jam.

I made it myself.

Thanks.

Must be a dirty book.

You tune up those pages faster than those still.

No, it's a journal. It's very compelling. A man's life's in here.

can't be much of a life of facing the one little book.

Looking for gold is a powerful thing.

Make you walk through the fires of hell

or sleep frozen up like a block of ice.

People say greed will ruin a man, but I swear on my

mother's eyes it keeps me going through impossible things.

Maybe loneliness is making me crazy. I've taken to writing nursery rhymes.

Up the hill down the hill three times a day, around the bend.

to hit again.

three times a day.

What does this jump out of me?

Mr. Jensen.

getting under my skin.

Here's some fresh biscuits. At least they're fresh a couple of days ago.

You'll love the jam. I know, you made it yourself.

Are you a professor or something? All that reading? All that figurine? No.

Say how long have you worked here? A couple of years.

I was on my way to California, but I kind of got stuck in this town.

Have you ever heard of a man named Jensen?

Timothy Jensen, he was a prospector.

chance in.

Why? Well,

this is his journal.

Um, no. But then a lot of people

come through here and ever learn their names.

Thank you.

You the law?

No.

I need to write about that jam. It's very, very sweet.

There's more where that came from.

What's your name?

Lazarus, what's yours? I'm Allison.

So do you run this place?

Well, not exactly, but then you never know.

Alison!

There's a man over here needing his breakfast.

Yeah.

But like I said, you never know.

bad anything.

Thank you.

My name is Randolph. Jack Randolph, welcome to Wolftown. Thanks.

I own this place.

That's alone in the town.

Well, the saloon town's not worth much.

Don't get many strangers through here this time of year.

Don't expose us, a land rush anytime of year.

Well, we are up to beaten pass.

That's why I like this place.

got there.

Uh, it's a journal. Found it up in the foothills in the pocket of a dead man.

You don't say. How

dead was he? I mean, reason? Oh no, just a bunch of bones.

He and his burrow have been dead a long time.

Prospector.

You know, they come looking for their fortune,

all they find is loneliness and death.

You mind if I have a look?

Timothy Jensen. Run into him.

Johnson.

I don't think so. Not

done ring a bell.

Well, it comes to you.

Let me know.

It'd be interesting to solve the mystery who he was.

planning on staying awhile.

That'll mind.

I'll see you soon. Bye.

Thank you.

Journal can be an open and innocent thing. It might be full of gunpowder,

containing every explosive secret about a man.

Up there you are.

Down there.

run across Mr. Jensen's secret.

I don't know why I recognize it, but there is

a simple code that barely jumped out at me.

It must be something I recognize from my army days. It is a code.

I broke it down and gave me directions. I read it right.

The place where his gold is buried.

They say the greed can ruin a man.

I swear on my mother's eyes. You're also making foolish.

Well, I mean, I almost fell off the cliff myself. That's how I made the discovery.

Leave them there? Well no, there was just a pile of bones.

Well...

two piles actually him and his donkey.

How you know his name? Well, his name's right in the wall at Timothy Jensen.

And I found a journal both put in the weather a while.

I'm going to keep one of them.

Gotta want it.

Don't you give it damn?

Not my jurisdiction.

I'm Sheriff Wolftown.

Wolftown ends right down the end of that street there.

and the federal marshal comes through here.

I'll mention it to him. Well, fine. Well, once he comes.

There was one through here last year. Might come through again next spring.

Well, have you ever heard of these two fellows, a Jensen or Pollock?

Never heard of it.

That was nice talking to you, Sheriff.

Maybe we can get together sometime and play some horseshoes.

These are all the mining clam records.

of course, according to number.

name.

Jensen nope. Jansen Jackson Jones.

Parker Palmer.

Paul Eichenjensen, claim number 1073. Did you know Mr. Paul Echenjensen?

Do you remember them?

You sure?

Can't you speak?

You never heard of either Jensen or Paulic.

They must have bought supplies from the store, Grubbstake.

They were out there digging for almost two years.

Excuse me, ma'am. I'm looking for some information about two men.

Mr. Jensen and Mr. Pollock, there were prospectors

who worked to claim not far from here a couple years ago.

Have you ever heard of them?

Damn.

What on Jensen had a donkey, maybe he put shoes on him?

Mr. I want your question if you give me a doubt.

What?

What's your name? Tough. They are, too. I bet you are. Lazarus. Dead guy?

That's creepy. Yeah, you know your Bible. Your mom would be proud. Mom's dead.

Is that a Bible?

Exactly

So.

Have you ever heard of a man named Tim Jensen or a man named Tim Pawlett?

Do I get to that?

Sure.

Never heard of them.

Thank you.

Give me, I can't wait to read this. Where's my money?

You gotta do better than that.

You're really pushing your luck.

Pass it on the bed.

Thanks.

One of my new staper, only a month old.

Townsend from? Denver, 25 cents. 25 cents from month old newspaper?

10 cents if you give it back to me when you're finished. I'll sell it again.

10 cents, I'll leave it on the table and I'm done.

You wouldn't have to know who broke into my room

last night and stole that dead man's journal.

No, no, let me go before I have to hurt ya.

Thank you.

He used to break his arm if he wanted. He's an annoying little runt.

Here's your eggs. They're real fresh. Don't tell me and let him yourself.

We're not bad for an old saddle tramp.

Hmm.

You know, Mr. Lazarus, I've been thinking. Maybe I do remember that, man. Jensen.

The whole thing, Philip? Or the tale from a pile of bones.

Well, if I'm not mistaken, he used to come in here

with his partner, a man named Porter. No, that's not it. Palmer. Pollock.

Pollock, that is it. About three years ago.

They were nice fellas.

Until they got drunk.

Then they used to fight a bit, why might have tossed them out a few times.

They were prospecting. Never knew much about them, though. Nothing, in fact.

Stop coming in here as all I know. All right. How long have you been here?

Four years? We're

in the war.

Well, I wasn't a soldier. I supplied the war effort.

Which side?

Well, both sides.

See, I'm kind of a pacifist.

There were a lot of boys out there starving, freezing from the cold.

Southern boys in particular, I sold them food and clothing. You were a profiteer.

Well, I'll call it what you like.

plays with your profits.

You're very curious, Mr. Lazarus.

Very curious.

But what I know is through a pool of gents and then a Spartaner, had a gold strike.

And I know you don't dig all the gold out of a vein in one afternoon.

No, of course not. It would take a while. Months usually longer.

Well, I think maybe they deposited some of their gold

in your bank just to convert it into spending money.

Well, like I said, never met either man.

It seems like a mighty big shotgun for such a small bank.

So we had a robbery attempt a couple of months ago, and Mr. Randolph.

All of the depositors and I thought that we should have an armguard.

Mr. Randolph, an old customer, is he? Oh, just a couple of years.

We've only had this alone for two years.

Do you have a special interest in those Mr. Lazers? No, no. Nothing special.

Elasris.

I gotta deal for you.

You've got to deal for everybody, don't you?

I figured you had that.

I didn't when you asked me, but I do know. I don't want it serious. Who had it?

Miss Allison, it's Lou. She, I wonder how she got it.

How about she didn't climb out through my bedroom window?

Two bits. That's all I can afford. Take it or leave it.

Toss it down there.

You know, if you wanted to see that journal, all you had to do was ask.

You didn't have to get that little kid to steal it for you.

Well, I didn't even steal it. All you just thought that up himself, did he?

Well, he's clever little brat. You've seen that.

What, you don't believe me? I'm not sure I believe anybody in this town.

I find the remains of a dead man up there in the hills. No one's interested.

No one has ever heard of him. Emorous partner?

I ask if you simple on a straightforward question. Nobody will answer.

You know, your boss remembers Jensen and Pollock. He does? Yes, he does.

You look surprised.

No, I just... You said they used to come around about three years ago.

Came into the Sloan, got drunk, got into fights.

Funny thing is that Mr. Poole of Banker says

that Mr Randolph only bought this balloon two years ago. Two years?

Three years was the difference.

You know.

You're a good-looking guy for these parts.

Where are you headed? You're not in your way to California, are you?

California.

No. That's too bad.

We get a real nice trip.

Yep, I could go for a man like you.

It won't take much work at all.

I thought you were a Randolph's girl.

Bye.

That would you throw.

He's not only appears to be.

Jensen fell off the mountain. I like to talk to you, Sheriff of the Golden River,

and went back to his family.

My partner is a sturdy fellow who left the family back in a place with a funny name

of bang flats. Colorado.

want to send a telegraph to the sheriff of Bankblatt's Colorado.

Sir, I'm urgently trying to locate a man in his family in your town

by the name of Dan Pollock, P-O-L-A-C-K. That's right.

A late was a gold prospect in your wolf town. Promp replied would be appreciated.

get all that down and if the answer comes I'm at the

boarding house and appreciate it if you keep the

confidential. Thank you.

But you can't even read.

Well

Did you enjoy reading my telegraph message, Mr. Pollock?

Telegraph. Pollack.

What are you talking about?

Bartender Mike mugged my little friend tough in the back galley.

Better telegraphed message from the sheriff in your hometown.

and just where is my hometown?

Bang Flats caller out of Benaway so long you don't remember?

Seems like you forgot your family back there, too.

Sarah says they're so poor that they'll be starving

to death and more than the charity of neighbors.

You live here like a king.

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

My name's not Pollock and it never was.

Thank you.

I swear on my mother's eyes.

People say greed will ruin a man. But I swear on my mother's eyes, it.

easily going through impossible times.

For example.

I had a terrible accident some days ago.

I was holding a drill bit up against some hard rock. We wanted to crack.

Paul X-Wong is 9 pound hammer. He had it squirred on the head.

With a drill point, slipped an angled straight into the meat of my thigh.

to our big home.

How you doing, Mike? Drop me a beer, will you?

You know, Mike, you didn't have to be

that my little friend, tough to get that message.

I was about to give it to your boss. I was just thinking what a fine thing it is

when a true mystery is revealed. I know you want to take a swing at me.

So you can just go right ahead and anytime you feel like it. Good luck to you.

Allison, can I have a word with you? Uh, maybe I shouldn't be talking to you.

Not here anyway. So just take a second, all right?

No offense, but I presume you've seen Randolph with his trousers down.

Well, I am offended by that question.

See you at a big scar on the thigh of muscle-a-one leg.

Well...

shouldn't be asking in decent questions of a lady.

Lower your pants down.

You want to humiliate me in front of all these- HAH!

Well, I'll get him down.

Now lift them bloomers up, I want to look at your legs.

Oh, unapologgy.

You're not Mr. Pollock? Mr.

Pollock's dead. He's got palibones out there.

took his gold.

Jensen, Mr. Timothy Jensen.

How are you, I'd leave this alone.

If I were you, Rich Man, I would pull my pants before I froze my ass. It's off.

Yes, you're gonna

kill me?

Did you kill your partner? Was that an accident? You're crazy.

Why would I kill a man, steal his gold,

and then stay here in this god-for-saken place in the middle of nowhere?

Well, I'd say it had something to do with

that very tract of young lady, Miss Allison.

I found your

wallet on the trail. There was a letter in it

to your fiancee.

Thank you.

His mule just slipped over that cliff.

Did you plan on your journal so you could change your identity?

I recommend you send Pollock Sheriff your fortune to a starving family.

I recommend that very strongly.

It's me, Alison.

I'm not interested.

I need to talk to you.

This is a message from me.

You didn't like that?

I liked it, fine. I'm just wondering what is gonna cost me.

Look.

Thank you.

I might not be quieter.

A lady.

In fact,

I've been what you could call a bad girl now and again.

But I could go straight for a man like you.

For a man, like me, and what kind of man is that?

Why don't you show me?

Thank you.

Well, that's going on here. What's this all about?

You know you are a problem in me.

We can.

Oh.

next time.

Oh come on.

Thank you.

It can be best if you just went on home.

Hold it!

You can't do with that last night.

You just put your hands on my chest and maneuver me into position.

So he could take a shot at me. You know, I don't know where.

But I actually got the idea you liked me. Well, I did. I still do.

I said I could go straight for a man like you. Yeah, so you set me up for a kill?

Well, you wouldn't go for me. What? He saw me making eyes at you.

That's why he wants you, Dad. He's crazy about me.

He doesn't care about that stupid journal or that old pal of bones in the hills.

He is the only guy in this town with real money,

and they will never convict him of anything, including shooting you.

Well, still don't explain how you want from Kissing me full flesh on the mouth.

Pushing me in front of a bullet.

Like I said, I like you, but you just wouldn't give me a tumble.

Now, I'm just a poor saloon girl, nothing am I owned. Oh, please.

I'd do something to get back into his good graces.

Now you had better leave this town. There is nothing you can do to pay in back,

sure to kill in him, and they'll just hang you for that.

Morning, Miss Allison.

You know, it's funny how when you put your mic to it,

you can come up with an answer for almost every problem.

You know me, I always want to earn some money. I'm like... Ten bucks.

Ten bucks, you bet. You ever fired a pistol before? So that's why the big money.

Who do you want me to shoot? No, no, I don't want you to shoot anyone.

I want you go to the outlet across from the bank.

Count to 100, fire that pistol in the air. That's what, ten bucks?

Yes, sir. Ten bucks...

You know that feels right. There is a sucker born every minute.

Three.

6, 7, 8, 49.

Hey, you get on? Don't you get foolish? Nobody will get hurt. I'm robbing his bank.

We want to make joint marriage favors.

Sir, that falls into the category of extrem foolishness.

Ho!

I'm back here. Safe is open. Just take everything. Just don't hurt me.

How much a round of money you got in that safe? Get your ledger. Look it up.

I don't have to look it up, he's got $36,000 in there. Cash or gold.

Yeah, I don't keep gold. I sell it all the Denver. All right.

Put Randall's money in that bag. Nobody else is.

Just put Randolph's money in here. $36,000 of Randolph money. Do it.

You can take that kerchief off your face. I know who you are.

heard of a thief just taking part of the money.

Now that's big.

What are you calling?

Justice.

much.

Yeah, I'd give you some, but it doesn't belong to me.

Never heard of a bank robbery cared about whose money he took.

Here, you can sell it one more time. See you again.

He robbed!

The hell were you? Who robbed the bank?

That man, Lazarus, who was asking all the questions around town,

seems he only took your money. My money?

Well, how the hell could he just take my money?

You go after that aged second dog, and when you catch him, you shoot him.

We're hanging him. Don't bother bringing him back here. Just get my money.

Excuse me. This is an awkward time to bring this up.

But whatever he got out of the bank,

ain't half what you stole from your old partner. Now we all know that.

He can't rob the bank and just take my money.

According to Mr. Poole here, that's exactly what he did.

You get on your horse and you get a posse and you go after him.

How do you think you're giving orders to?

I see no good reason to take orders from you now.

Not anymore. You broke.

Mr. Jensen?

But I'd be happy to buy that saloon from you.

cheap.

A bunch of amazes.

Catch her anyway.

I've seen that great horse run.

You tell me where I can find the family at Dan Pond? Yes, sir.

He goes straight ahead. Welcome. Thanks.

Any?

See you mom at home.

That's out for you. The last one, God rest his soul. Won't you do the happiness?

Thank you.

I said before, sometimes the vast American West is a very small place.

More often it seems boundless as infinity. We are just tiny flashbacks in it.

But every once in a while, human being

gets to do something that makes him feel large. Powerful.

He said his word.