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Gunsmoke, starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.

Evening, stranger.

Evening.

Climb down and squat.

Coffee's just about ready to pour.

I'm Jeb Crater. That's my partner, Sholo.

Stretch Morgan.

Much obliged.

I smelled your coffee about a mile back.

Well, I figured a man can't go far wrong by following his nose.

Now me...

I can always smell gold.

I've been sniffing around after it most of my born life.

Ain't that coffee just about ready to pour?

I reckon.

So you got yourself a nose for gold, huh?

Like a hound dog hunting possum.

Well, you know, hunting don't always mean finding.

Son, you're looking at a man who's just done a right smart job of finding.

Yeah? Made yourself a pretty big strike, did you? Strike?

We got us a sack of nuggets you couldn't hardly lift with both hands.

Showed old me, struck a pocket so rich, it liked to bug the eyes right out of

our head.

You don't say.

You just follow us into Dodge City and watch us spend it.

Pretty good idea.

I was headed for Dodge myself anyway, more or less.

Well, you ain't going with us.

Show long.

Well, you hadn't ought to told him about it.

Stranger just coming in here from nowhere.

How do you know what kind of notions he's going to get?

Come out of your mind, Jolo.

What do you mean talking to me like that?

I'm sorry, Mr. Jeb. I didn't mean no offense.

It's just that part of that there gold's mine. Of course it is.

And you're going to get it, too.

If he don't get it first, this man's our guest. What do you mean? Wait.

He's right.

He shouldn't have told me about the gold.

See? Never can tell what's going to happen, can you?

Uh-uh, don't go for it.

Now, what you ought to have done was hide yourself a bodyguard.

Well, that's one of the things he's supposed to be.

Yeah?

He handled that rifle just like it was a plow handle.

You get the cards, mister.

What you aiming to do?

Finish my coffee?

Put that gun away.

You want a job?

Bodyguard?

I got me a lot of friends in Dodge City.

But they ain't all my friends.

All right, I'll do it.

But just for grub and drinks, mind you.

That word job, I don't like that.

Makes me just about as skittish as a filly in fly time.

All right, then.

It's grub and drinks.

And a new hat, maybe.

And a pair of boots.

You just string along with me, son, and you'll be living high on the hog.

That's just the way I like to live.

Hey, that's old Jeb.

Golly, it is. He ain't been in town in six months or more.

Hey, Jeb!

Hi there, Peter.

Mildy, you're looking as mean as ever, both of you.

Well, at least we don't look scroungy. That's right.

When's the last time you had a bath, Jeb?

I don't rightly recollect, but I'm going to have me one in about an hour. That

is, if somebody didn't burn down that old shack of mine.

It was still standing a week ago, Jeb. Yeah, still lopsided, same as it always

was.

Lopsided don't mean nothing.

I stand a mite that way myself.

Maybe it's because of what I'm packing here.

We've heard that story before, Jeb.

Will you just wait till you see some of the nuggets I got here? That loud

-talking mouth of yours of water all over your shirt front.

I ain't exaggerating, Peter. We really did it this time.

Well, honey, Jeb.

Howdy, Pestis.

Marshal. Oh, Jeb, did you make a strike?

I sure did, Marshal.

In spite of what these hee-hawing jackasses might think.

I knowed you'd strike her, Jed, if you just kept digging long enough.

We done her all right.

I reckon right now, shoulder on me, is the richest people in Kansas.

Well, now, Jeb, you better get on down to the bank. I think Jason's planning to

close up early and go quail hunting.

I ain't putting this in no bank.

Why ain't you?

Because I don't trust him. That's why I'm not.

Now, Jeb, listen here.

You know, Jason's an honest man. Not only that, but that gold will be a lot

safer in the bank than it is out here packing around with you.

Well, don't you trouble yourself, Marshal. I got me a bodyguard.

You got you what?

A bodyguard.

Stretch, come on up here.

This here is Stretch Morgan.

Stretch, I want you to meet...

Festus Hegan, the biggest liar west of Mississippi.

And this here's Marshal Dillon, the only law in a hundred miles.

Howdy. How do.

You're old Jed's bodyguard, huh?

Well, not exactly.

More like a friend's, the way I'd put it.

Don't worry, I'd take a hand, though, if somebody tried to hustle him.

Well, there probably won't be any need for that, but I still say your gold's

safer in the bank, Jeb.

Stretch here's better in the bank, Marshal.

You ought to see him draw that gun of his.

Well, let's just hope he doesn't have any need to.

Don't you worry, Marshal. Ain't nothing going to happen to me.

How could it?

With all my friends around me here.

Listen, folks.

You all come back here tonight to Long Branch Saloon. Every one of you. Because

I'm throwing the doggoneest shindig you've ever seen. And you all got to

invite. You hear me now?

See you there, Jim.

We're going to have us a shindig that folks will talk about.

till the prairie dogs finally bury this miserable old town.

Yes, sir.

I'm going to pretty myself up now. I'll see you all back here later.

You reckon old Jed really has got all that gold, Matthew?

Well, he may have it, Festus, but I doubt he's going to have it long if he

keeps shouting around town about it like that.

Show!

Yippee! Yowie!

I ain't never been this clean since the time I almost married the widow

McLintock. Here, give me my towel, boys.

I ain't one to agree with them that says bathing saps a man's natural vitality

and ruins his health.

Not if you don't overdo it, that is.

Well, once every six months ain't exactly overdoing it, you know. That's

precisely the right time. By then a man's... dirty enough so he can really

appreciate it hey give me that horse blanket of mine before i catch my death

of galloping consumption oh yeah god darn if i don't feel a hundred percent

better you're gonna get yourself a bath here bales is for foreigners and sinners

not meaning you of course mr jim why not i'm a sinner and i'm gonna be a bigger

one now that i can afford it

Go in the shack and drag out them goaty meat and duds of mine. Yes, sir.

And brush them up.

I'm going whole hog on this.

Hey.

Give me a hand here.

There's three more in there.

Grab them and come on.

He told me you and him had been partners for 20 years. What's the matter? Don't

you trust him?

Trust him?

I'd trust him in my life. I've done it, in fact, a time or two.

Yeah, but you don't trust him with the gold. Is that it?

No, that ain't it.

But listen, son, there'll be a lot of liquor flowing tonight, and Sholo just

can't handle it.

What do you mean?

Well, he goes clean off his head.

You never know whether he's gonna get mean or mouthy or sad or just go to

sleep. And you're afraid he might tell somebody where the gold's hid, huh?

He could shout it from the rooftops and never even recollect it. So it's best

not to set temptation to him.

That's a good idea for anybody, Jeff.

Sholo!

What in tarnation you doing in there?

Well, I was just brushing up your clothes like you told me.

Ain't too good a shape, though. There's a whole lot of bugs coming flying out of

them. Maws ain't bugs. They's insects.

And Dodge City ain't St. Louis.

That old suit of mine will do just fine. Now come on over here and whittle off

some of these whiskies for me.

Give me that looking glass so that I can keep a check on you.

All right, now start trimming.

Well, I don't exactly know how.

But it's just like shearing a sheep, only you don't cut them so close.

I ain't no sheep man.

I never was, and don't you say it.

You're right, Shoro. Before I took you on, you'd always been a cattle thief.

Come on, now, start cutting.

Just get the long ones out.

Even it up just a mite.

I gotta look good for Miss Kitty.

I ain't seen her in eight months.

I might even marry the gal.

Brother and sister, I'm gonna shine tonight.

Yahoo!

Friends, Romans, and scroungers in general.

Drake Hardy.

Starting right now, everything is on old Jeb. So let's... the festivities

command.

Miss Kitty, every time I hit town, you just seem to get prettier and prettier.

Thank you, Jeb.

All the time I was out in them hills, slaving away, shoveling gravel, toting

water, starving, sweating in that blazing sun, the only thing I ever

thought about was you, Miss Kitty.

Well, now, that's mighty sweet of you, Jeb.

But you know what I'm really interested in finding out about is this party I

hear you're going to have in here tonight.

I bet you're wondering if I can pay for it.

Well, it's liable to be a goodly sum.

You know.

You rest your soul, Miss Kitty.

There's the wherewithal.

Sam,

let's weigh this up.

Is that real gold?

Well, of course it's real gold, son.

Ain't you never seen gold before?

No, I... I ought to introduce you to... Jeb,

this is Clayton Thaddeus Greenwood.

And, Thad, this is Jeb Crater.

Pleased to meet you, son.

You're invited to the party.

Oh, thank you kindly, but I... Well, I don't know how much is in that, Pope,

but I figure there's enough there to pay for all the whiskey they can drink, and

you too.

Just a minute, Jeb.

It's not the whiskey I'm worried about.

After midnight, they start breaking up all the furniture.

Well, if that ain't enough, I got a lot more hid away in a real safe place.

Don't you worry your pretty head, Miss Kitty.

I make it out $420.

right, Jed.

They'll take care of everything, including the furniture.

Yippee! Set it up!

All

right,

fellas, just step right up and help yourselves here.

Don't you know me?

Well, I'm afraid you got the advantage. I'm a stranger.

Aren't you Stretch Morgan of the Caddo County Morgans up in Oklahoma?

Yeah, that's right, but I can't quite put a handle on you.

Well, I'm Thaddeus Greenwood.

Oh, you Sheriff Greenwood's kid.

You that young fella used to follow me around everywhere?

That's right.

Well, I'll be doggone. You know I wouldn't know you in a million years.

Why, you were a head shorter than me.

Well, I kind of shot up all of a sudden. Yeah, I see you did.

All right, now hold it down a minute. Old Jeb wants everybody to dance and

have some fun, and this is his party. Let's do it. Get away from the bar

there.

That's it. Need another girl there. Okay, honey. All right, now we're all

set. All right, let's go.

Well, y'all go ahead. Circle in the south and you let the sunshine in your

mouth.

Halfway around.

back, single file in, in style with the lady in the lead.

Now you're home and everybody swing and whirl around and around with the pretty

little girl and the man left with the old left hand. Right here, honey, and

the right and left grand.

Big boy up and a little foot down and make that big foot dry on the ground.

Meet your honey and you pat her on the head. If you don't like business, get it

on there. Now you're home.

Everybody swing and whirl around and around with the pretty little girl.

First and third was about to the right.

Why do I get the feeling that you two know each other?

Probably because we grew up together.

Of course, I used to be quite a bit younger than he is, but he used to take

me fishing and hunting, and it sure is good to see you, Stretch.

Why don't you go introduce me to this lady?

Oh, sure.

Uh, Miss Kitty, this is Stretch Morgan, a cousin of mine from Oklahoma.

How you do, Stretch? I'm real happy to meet you.

Great pleasure.

And Stretch, this here is Miss Kitty Russell.

She owns this place.

That's wonderful.

Come on, let's go talk someplace.

Over here. Can't we talk later?

Oh, come on. We got five years to catch up with.

I'll be back.

I don't care. You get that gal to an easy chair.

I just don't understand how an old goat like you had so much luck. Luck is where

the man meets him. I've been working for years to make mine.

Hey, Doc, come on over here.

Sounds like a square dance to kind of stir things up, isn't it? That's right.

Another one to show low?

No!

Going home.

What's the matter with you? The older he gets, the grumpier he gets. He's just

like an old hound dog. All he wants to do is lay by the fire and sleep or

growl.

Jim, here's to your very good luck.

That's just what I told him it was. Luck.

luckiest night old Jeb ever had.

I'm out.

I ain't even got a pair.

Boys, I've had me a night. I'm going home.

I'll be right with you, Jeb.

Now, forget it, son. You're stealing the game. I don't need a nurse.

I'll tell you one thing. This game's only gonna have two more hands, because

I'm closing up.

The sun's gonna be all the way up in another hour.

By golly, if you ain't right.

Mr. Kitty, I want to thank you for all your kindness. I'm coming back tomorrow

and marry you.

It's already tomorrow.

Well, then, make it the next day.

All right, I'll be right here waiting for you.

You sure you can get home all right? You'll never see the day I can.

Night, Miss Kitty.

Good morning, Jeb. Been the luckiest, happiest day of my whole goddamn life.

Oh, by the way, Jeb, you've got some credit left. Not much, but some.

Fine. Buy yourself a wedding gown.

Get along home, old joke clock.

Get along home, I say.

Get along home, old joke clock.

I'll see you another day.

Get along home.

Marshall!

Marshall!

Hold him! Hold him, Marshall!

You can't... Mr. Jim, hurry!

What's the matter with him?

I think... I think he's dead.

Be right with you.

Looks like his biggest night on earth might have been his last.

How bad do you think he is?

You know, it's hard to tell. I don't really know. But it's amazing.

Blowing a head like that would have killed an ordinary man his age. But old

Jeb, he's pretty tough.

Jeb, Jeb, can you hear me? It's Matt Dillon.

Jeb, what happened here? Who did this to you?

See, couldn't see from behind.

Well,

I pray you're not going to be much help to you for a while, Matt.

No, I'm afraid not.

Matt, I'd like to get him out in the buggy as soon as we can and get him into

Dodge.

I want to bet him down in my back room so I can kind of keep an eye on him.

All right, sir.

You think whoever did this got the gold?

I don't know, Doc.

You talk to Sholo about this?

Yeah, from all the sense he made, you'd think he'd been hit on the head, too.

You ain't gonna die?

No. Doc said he'd be laid up for a few days, but he'll come out of it all

right.

I'm mighty glad for that, Marshal.

Sure, how'd this happen?

20 years me and him been together.

More than 20, maybe.

Yes, I can imagine it's been quite a shock for you.

I always knowed when he wanted something done, without him even telling me.

He said I knowed by a ton there.

Well, like a dog knows something.

You know, when me and him was working a claim, he didn't talk to me sometime for

maybe a week.

And when I'd say something, he didn't even listen.

Of course, there wasn't no reason for him to. I never said nothing important

in my whole life.

And when I did talk, it always come out wrong.

People started laughing at me.

But not him.

He never laughed at me, Marshal.

He's the greatest man in the world.

Yes, he's a fine fellow, Jodo.

Tell me now, I want to know what happened.

I don't know.

I was asleep.

Asleep? Yeah.

It was the liquor, Marshal.

I come out here early last night and crawled in that there wagon.

That's the last thing I remember.

You didn't hear Jeb come in?

I didn't hear nothing till about dawn.

Then something woke me up and... I don't rightly remember what it was.

Then I went in there to see if Mr. Jeb got back from town all right.

I seen him lying there on the floor.

I thought he was dead.

I knowed I had to get help quick.

Well, do you know if his gold was taken?

Huh?

Well, the gold he had left. He said he had it hidden in a safe place. Where was

that?

I don't know.

You don't know?

I'm telling you the truth, Marshal. I don't know.

Him and Stretch hid it somewhere, and he didn't tell me where.

In a stretch.

A stretch that what?

That woke me up.

I heard a horse.

And I woke up.

And I seen him riding into town there.

You sure of that?

I swear it.

I knowed all along he wasn't no good.

You find Stretch Morgan, you find the one that done it. I'm telling you.

Why don't you help Doc here?

Who's there?

I just wanted to be sure you were alone when you opened up this morning.

How'd you get in here?

I bust a catch on your back door.

I'm sorry about that, Thad. I just didn't have no choice.

I thought you were staying out at the old man's place.

He's dead.

Wasn't me.

Now, don't you go getting the wrong idea.

I found him that way.

I rode out after the poker game this morning.

He was lying on the floor of the shack there with his head all bashed in.

You told the marshal, I reckon.

He knows all right.

I saw him riding out there.

Hell for leather. Doc Adams, too.

You mean you didn't tell him?

Dad, who do you figure they gonna think did it?

You didn't do it, did you, Stretch?

See?

When you gotta ask that, what's everybody else gonna say?

I wasn't really asking.

I know you're not a killer.

Thanks.

You know, I'm sorry to be shoving my problems off on you this way. I just

didn't have anybody else to turn to.

That's all right.

That's what friends are for.

Then we're still friends?

Sure.

I mean, I'd be fine when I go turn my back on my own cousin just because he's

in trouble.

I appreciate that.

Look, I'd kind of like to stay here for a couple of days.

That is, until I can find a way to get out of town.

Well, the Marshal will be over here sooner or later.

He's bound to find out that we know each other.

But I'll think of something, though.

You know, I bet the guy who done it killed him for that gold.

Oh, there's no doubt about that.

When I got there, the place was pretty torn up.

You know, I was thinking, it might have been that partner of his.

He was in a real mean mood last night.

But then, he would have known where the gold was.

Yeah.

Yeah, sure he did.

He's the only one who did know.

Except for old Jeb, of course.

No, I'm kidding.

You're late.

Wait for what? The hoedown, the resurrection.

Lazarus has risen.

And he's holding forth in there like the high caliph of Baghdad. Listen to that.

He'll get more work done in the boiler factory.

Jeb's feeling better, huh? Better.

He claimed that blow on his head cured his rheumatism and improved his

eyesight.

I'm seriously thinking about using it on a couple of other patients I know.

Can I go in and see him? I don't know why not. Half the town's in there.

I'm thinking about selling tickets.

And that, to help me, is all I can recollect, Marshal.

I walked in, and there was a room all tore up.

And the stones in front of the fireplace pried up.

That's where I had my gold head.

And then, suddenly, I was hit from behind. Whack!

And it was goodbye now.

You never saw who hit you?

Not a peep.

I didn't see nothing, smell nothing, hear nothing.

Miss Kitty.

How are you, Jim?

Gee, totally recovered now that you're here. You come to marry me on my

deathbed?

You don't look any deader than I do.

Well, if you do say yes, I know it won't be because of my money, because I ain't

got none.

I'm sure sorry about that, Jim.

Jeb, I'll look in on you later. You take care now.

Well, let Doc take care. That's his job.

Kitty, could I see you for just a minute?

Festus, could I have just another little spot?

Of course you can.

Talking makes a man feel dry.

Like I told you, Jeb, you won't hurt you none if you don't swallow it.

Hey, what time did Stretch Morgan leave the Long Branch last night?

Oh, it was when the poker game broke up, I guess. It was after Jeb left.

You don't think that he had... No, no, I just wanted to talk to him and I haven't

been able to find him.

Well, maybe he left him.

No, I don't think so. His horse is still over at the livery stable.

How do you know that?

Well, because I checked.

Oh.

Well, have you talked to Thad?

No, I haven't been able to find him either. What's going on around here?

Well, Thad and Stretch Morgan are cousins and apparently they were boyhood

pals.

There's just a possibility that Dad's trying to avoid you.

Another beer, Miss Kitty?

Um, yeah, I think I will.

Thank you.

You know,

Miss Kitty, now that these old eyeballs are kind of perked up and taking a new

lease on life...

You look even better than you did before.

Well, thank you. I think you're beautiful, too.

Beautiful? That means you're a hound?

Shut your hee-horn, Peter.

Nobody contradicts a lady while old Jeb got a leg to stand on.

They're just jealous.

Durned if I know why.

A man that's teetotally broke, busted, and disgusted.

Chicken yesterday, feathers today.

But you know, I got to thinking, I think you're totally wiped out. I brought you

something.

What's this?

It's the gold you paid me last night. The party was on me.

Well, no, I can't take this, Miss Kitty.

Now we're not going to talk any more about it.

No, I don't... Forget it.

Besides, it might help you get started again.

And you don't have to worry about me. I'll get it back.

All right.

Come on, boys.

Let's all chip in and help old Jeb here bury his problem. You, Peter?

Yeah, me.

Now, it don't matter how I talk to you.

Deep down, I got a real fondness for you, you scroungy old goat, you.

A lot of folks do. We could take up a collection around town.

I bet we could raise a real stake for it. Yeah, that's right. Now, you gave us

the best part of this town I've ever seen, and it's about time we all came

through for you. All right,

it's all settled. Now, we'll split up and... Get out!

Businessmen.

All of you.

It's been pretty near 40 years since anybody seen me cry.

And I ain't gonna break that record.

It's Festus.

It's Festus.

Howdy, Sam.

Morning, Festus.

How are you this morning?

Oh, third and middle in the wrecking. How's yourself?

Oh, I'm just fine.

Real fine.

Hey, uh, you ain't by any chance saw Stretch Morgan this morning, have you?

Stretch?

Yeah, I hear the two of you's old friends.

How come you looking for him?

Matthew wants to talk to him, that's all.

Oh. Well, he was working for old Jeb Crater.

But I don't suppose you could have talked to him.

Yeah, I did. Fact is, I seen him just a couple minutes ago.

But he ain't saw stretch since last night.

A couple of minutes ago?

You mean he's alive?

He ain't dead?

Dead. Well, golly, Bill, no. He got thumped on the head and robbed this

morning, but he's a long ways from being dead.

It's just that Stretch ain't been so off since then.

Stretch wouldn't do anything like that. I know he wouldn't.

Yeah, well, if you should happen to see him while you tell him that Matthew's

looking for him, will you?

See you, Drackley.

Hey, did you hear?

Yeah, I heard.

Old Jeb's alive and doing fine.

You ain't wanted for murder.

Marshal just wants to talk to you.

Sure he does.

He thinks I knocked that old man in the head and took his gold.

Still number one on his list, Thad. Yeah, but if you went in on your own and

explained it to him... I got to see him.

Good. I know he'll believe you.

Not the Marshal. I got to talk to that crazy old liar.

Something the matter here.

I don't know what it is, but I aim to find out.

I'll see you later, Thad, if I'm lucky.

Confound it, Doc. I don't need no bandage. No, Hushop, I know you don't

need a bandage. Just kind of keep your brains from falling out. Yeah, well,

don't you worry about my brains. I got brains to spare.

Well,

it wouldn't hurt if you'd use them once in a while.

No, you don't. You just stay right where you are. You're not going anywhere.

For all I know, you may have a fractured skull.

A man ain't been born can break my skull. I've had too much practice

banging it against stone walls.

Well, I always wondered what in thunder added you, Jeb.

You stay where you are. I'll drop in on you this evening. In the meantime,

Sholo, you just keep an eye on him.

Yes, sir.

And if he gives you any trouble, just hit him over the head. He says it don't

hurt him at all.

No, I ain't gonna do nothing like that, Mr. Dutton. No, sir.

Well, suit yourself. You got my information.

Bring that over here, Sholo.

I just want to figure a half to it again.

Mr. Peter says he's earned near $700 here.

Who'd have figured it?

Sholo, the almighty moves in mysterious ways to perform his pranks on us

struggling mortals.

I reckon. Here, Sholo.

You take that over to the bank. I ain't taking any chances.

All right, sir.

And get my suit out of the clothes press and take it down to Lynn Fong's and have

it brushed up and pressed.

And have him boil my shirt and iron it.

Tell him, chop, chop, I want him back in an hour.

What do you figure I'm doing?

I'm figuring I'm dragging these old bones of mine out of this bed and

standing up by my feet, if you want to know.

But the doc said you... Oh, doc, in a pig's eye.

Jeff Crady wasn't born to waste his life laying on his back.

I'm going to go out there and greet all my well wishes.

and thank them for their magnanimous gesture bless their little hearts now we

get going go on move

jeb

you may be a black-hearted old sinner but darned if you ain't got the luck of

saint

What in tarnation you doing here?

Standing here looking at you.

I figured you'd roll down and out.

Ain't nobody seen you around.

Yeah, I reckon that's what a lot of people figured.

On account as they had seen me, I'd be in jail right now for robbing you and

knocking you in the head.

Son,

I didn't accuse you of doing that.

Well, somebody must own account of the marshals looking for me.

Well, then.

I'll just tell him I know it wasn't you.

And then that'll put a stop to it. And then you can ride on out in

peace.

How can you tell him you know?

The way I hear it, you didn't see who hit you.

True, true.

But I know you, son.

Don't take me long to size up a man.

And I know you just as honest as it is long.

Well, that's real nice of you to say so.

Well, it's only fitting, seeing as how it's the truth.

You mean you're sure I didn't pry up those stones by your fireplace and steal

the gold that was underneath?

Did the Marshal say that?

The Marshal said you said it.

I've got to sit down.

It appears like I ain't rightly got all my strength back yet.

Well, now, listen here, chap.

You and I both know there wasn't no gold underneath those stones, right?

My poor head.

It's spinning like a windmill.

Well, it sure started spinning awful fast.

Seems I can't rightly recollect things so well since I got hit on the head and

put near killed.

Well, maybe you can't, but I can.

Doc, please, I got a real bad skull fracture.

Jeb, listen.

You and I both know where the gold was hid because we put it there ourselves.

It was by the pump.

I ain't even supposed to try to think.

Not for a week or maybe... You say it was by the pump?

That's right.

When I came in there and saw you lying on the floor, I thought you was dead.

That's enough, son.

Don't you say another word.

an old sinner, boy.

And I'm full of forgiveness.

I know just what temptation can do to a man.

And I ain't one to stand idly by and see a young fella's life ruined by one

mistake. So say no more.

You just get your horse and any other of your belongings and you just ride on out

of here. Ride as far and as fast as you can.

You must have really got hit on the head.

Ride, son.

Now. All right.

It's your funeral.

It's the least I can do.

And all the best of luck in the world to you.

Well, Marshal, listen, I know it looks bad for me, but you got the wrong man.

I didn't do nothing to old Jeb. I found him that way.

Say, but you'll have plenty of chance to explain.

Get your loot out of there.

Howdy, Marshal.

Found him down at the Longbrights, the old melty and feeder.

What in the dickens you doing here?

He told me to.

Sit down, Jib. Sit down.

What you been telling him?

I ain't been telling him nothing, Mr. Jib.

He ain't asked me nothing.

He just told me to sit right here in this chair until Mr. Festus brung you

back or he'd hang me up by my ears.

So I've been the second.

Sit down, Fetch.

Well, it looks to me as though I got three criminals on my hands, but as yet

I don't have any crime.

Marshal, I hope I ain't understand you correctly.

You understand me all right, Jeb.

Festus, we got your gold back for you, all right. It looks like your friend

Stretch here is the one that stole it from you.

I can't believe that, Marshal. Must be some mistake.

I trust this young fellow with everything I own.

Maybe he was just holding it for me till I got back on my feet.

I ain't pressing no charges.

I'll just take my property and call it quits.

You don't mind that he hit you over the head?

Well, bygones is bygones. No hard feelings.

Maybe I just slipped and fell.

Hey, you see, Marshal, I told you I didn't hit him. I found him that way.

Sure, that's it.

Jed?

Jed? It ain't no use. Matthew's done looked inside of them pokes.

That's nothing but iron pirates.

Fools go.

Son, you never spoke truer words.

And you're looking at the fool.

Jeb, $420 you gave Kitty to pay for the party. That was your entire strike,

wasn't it?

Marshal, I just couldn't face coming back to town again.

After eight months of hard work with hardly nothing to show for it, I wanted

folks to think I struck it big for once.

You sure done that all right. Who was it that hit you over the head?

That goddamn fool there. And he put in your kill me doing it.

Mr. Jim, when I seen you lying there, I... I could have bawled.

I just wanted to break my right arm off and throw it away.

It wasn't your fault.

You only done what I told you to.

See, Marshal, I figured if we made up a robbery, you know, folks would still

think we struck it rich, even if we lost it all.

I didn't know that Stretch was going to make off with that pyrite.

I didn't know the town was going to take up that collection.

It's just that...

Nothing went right.

Marshal, I reckon you better just throw me in jail.

Yeah, that's exactly what I ought to do.

Except I can't seem to think up any charges that make any sense.

I'll give all that money back.

Yeah, and that's another thing.

Now, the people around this town have been real good to you, Jeb.

They've treated you mighty fair and square. Now, when they find out what's

really happened, they're gonna be mad.

Probably have my hands full keeping them from lynching you.

I think we better just leave that sleeping dog lie.

Well, what about me?

Well, that's another thing. I don't know what to charge you with either. You

haven't stolen anything that was worth anything.

Besides, we wouldn't want a nice young fella like old Thad to know that his own

blood cousin was a sticky-fingered thief.

Well, Marshal, what are you going to do?

I'll do, Jeb.

If you promise to get out of town right now, without letting anybody else know

about this, I'll let you go.

All of you.

Thank you, Marshal.

Jeb, you got yourself a good grub stake. Now, why don't you go on out and find

some real gold?

By golly, I'll do it.

You know that ridge just over the second valley? I got me a hunch about that.

Jeb, uh...

Want to take on your old bodyguard as a new partner?

Why not?

If you don't already know how to swing a pick, you can learn.

I don't trust him, Mr. Jim.

At my age, I don't even trust me. He's got a strong back and a weak mind and

evil instincts. A man like that can't be all bad.

Come on, Foyle Marshall, change his mind.

I'll bring your nugget as big as your fist. You and Vestas both.

Matthew, you reckon you done right letting the three of them go like that?

I don't know, Festus.

I'll tell you one thing.

I wouldn't go into any courtroom in the world and try and straighten out that

story.

Here, have yourself a fortune.