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1800 head
in prime condition.

Shiloh Ranch,
Medicine Bow, Wyoming.

Consigner,
Judge Henry Garth.

Consignee, Western
Packing Company,

Omaha, Nebraska.

There you are,
young man.

If you're planning
on exchanging

that manifest
for a bank draft,

I suggest you do it
right away.

Oh

We're in the middle
of a money panic, mister.

I'm told that they started

to run on the local bank
this morning.

MAN: Open it up.

Is she busted?

Oh, you bet your sweet life
she's busted, friend.

Cost me $907.

I should've kept it
under my mattress

like my old woman told me,
but not me.

I had to do it my own way,
losing every cent I've got.

$40,000. What's losing
that much money

gonna do to the Judge?

I don't know.

Won't cripple him,

but it'll sure make him
limp for a while.

I hate to go back
to Shiloh empty-handed.

If just somebody
in this town...

Moody?

KARL: I've come for
my money, Mr. Moody.

What money, Karl?
What are you talking about?

My money from the bank,
$12,500, nearly ten years.

I worked my farm
from sunup to sundown
for that money,

and now you try to take
it away from me.

Well, I don't
let you take it.

You hear me?

I want my money,
every cent.

Listen to me, Karl.
I haven't got your money.

Now, sit down.
Let's talk this over.

I don't sit down!
I want my money.

You mentioned the bank.

I take it you had
your 12,000 on deposit

there when the bank closed
this morning.

Is that the case?
I don't come here for talk!

Answer me.
Is that what happened?

Ja, that's what happened!

Then what in creation
makes you think
I have your money?

I'm not an officer
in the Center City Bank.

I have nothing to do with it.

You took $40,000 out
of that bank this morning.

Who told you that?

Never you mind
who told me.

I got friends
in this town,

and I tell you
what else I hear.

I hear you
take that money

for somebody else,
a man named Mr. Garth.

You cheat the people
in this town

for someone who
don't even live here!

I'm a lawyer, Karl.

It's my duty
to know what's going on,

know it
before it happens.

When I heard
the bank was in trouble,

I acted on behalf
of Judge Garth, my client.

Had I been your lawyer,
I'd've done the same.

I don't come here for talk.
I come here for my money.
Where you got it?

I'm sick and tired
of telling you
I don't have your money.

There's no bank left for
you to put the money in.

You got it right here,
I bet you.

All right, Mr. Moody.
I take my money, $12,500.

Karl, don't be a fool.
This is out and out robbery.
They'll arrest you.

That is what you say.

And maybe that's
what the law says too,

but I say I only
take back what's my own.

Now!

Or I shoot.

**

Karl, listen to me.
You can get 10 years for this.

Open it!

KARL: Take
the money out!

Hurry up or I shoot you.

Drop it!

I said drop it.

Get the sheriff, Steve.

Now wait a minute.

What do you mean,
Mr. Moody?

Looks to me like
this fella's trying
to rob you.

Karl, I've known you
for a long time.

I know you to be
an honest man,
an intelligent man.

Now, if you'll just
calm down long enough
to think straight,

you'll realize that
none of that money

belongs to you...
or to me.

Karl, listen to me.

If you'll agree
that I'm right,

if I have your word
that you won't try

anything
like this again,

I'll let you
walk out of here.

Well?

Mr. Moody,
you got my money.

$12,500 is mine!

That don't belong
to no Mr. Garth,

and I tell you I will not stop
until I get it back.

Just a minute here.

What's this got to do
with Judge Garth?

By using the Judge's
power of attorney,

I managed to draw
his 40,000

out of the bank
before it closed.

Here I've been wondering
how I could break
the bad news to him.

What do you want us
to do with him?

Get the sheriff.

Steve, get him.

All right, Mr. Moody.
I'll lock him up.

You'll have to sign
a complaint, of course.

Sometime this afternoon,
if that's all right.

Sure. Let's go,
Swenson.

You got my money,
mister,

and someday
I get it back.

You see.

Once a man like that
gets an idea in his head,

you need dynamite
to blast it out.

Well, let's get down
to your problem.

Hmm. I didn't know we
had a problem anymore.

Well, it's right in there.
$40,000 in cash.

Belongs to Judge Garth,
and it's your job
to get it to him.

You expect us to
take that much cash

all the way back
to Wyoming?

I'm sorry, Mr. Moody.
That's just too big a risk.

As long as Swenson
knew you had that money,

no telling how many
others know about it.

Steve and I get
on a train with

that kind of bankroll,
we could wind up dead.

Well, I have to admit
you have a point.

Why don't we send
the Judge a bank draft?

You're forgetting
something, young man.

There is no bank
that's still in business

within 60 miles
of Center City.

So, you see...

Why, yes.

That could be
the answer.

There's a town

about 60 miles
due south of here.

Firestone.

It's a small farming town,

and the one bank they've got
is as solid as Gibraltar.

You see what I'm getting at,
don't you?

We could deposit
the $40,000 in that bank

and have them send a draft
to the Judge, I guess.

And you can catch the train
there for Medicine Bow.

Well, what
do you say?

Well, at least we'd only
be carrying the money

60 miles instead
of nearly 600.

I want you both
to check into the hotel
and get some rest.

As soon as it's dark,

I want you to give this note
to old man Cooper
at the livery stable.

He'll give you some horses.

You ride back here,
pick up the money,
and take off for Firestone.

Are there any questions?

If we think of any,
we'll ask you.

Uh...

I just thought of
a question, Mr. Moody.

Well?

You got a gun here?

That's a very sensible
question, sir.

Thank you.

I thought so myself.

We brought our pa
some grub.

So I see.

What are you so worried
about, Sheriff?

I've known you Swensons
long enough not to
take any chances.

So you figured we
wouldn't feed your pa, huh?

Maybe you forget.
You had me locked up
five days last winter.

You got fed,
didn't you?

Yeah, I got fed...

the kind of slop
I wouldn't feed to hogs.

It's not gonna be
that way with Pa.

Better food
than I get at home.

Split pea, too,
my favorite.

All right, we'll see
that he gets it.

Why don't you let us
take it in?

You had your visit
with him an hour ago.

There's nothing
you can say now

you couldn't have
said then, is there?

Just see he gets it
while it's still hot.

All right.

Carter, take it in
before it gets cold.

Hey, Swenson.

Your boys brought
you some grub.

Seems they didn't think
too much of jail food.

Hey, Sheriff!

See what he wants.

All right, Swenson,
what is it?

This.

Unlock the door.

Turn around.

Come here!

Karl, you're only making
things worse for yourself.

Come here.

Uh, inside.

Mr. Cooper?

Name's Jess.

I don't make enough money
to be called mister.

Heh. I got
the same trouble.

Walter Moody gave me this
to give to you.

Oh, a couple of good
riding horses, huh?

Got just the ticket,
two geldings.

How soon are you
gonna need 'em?

Well, if it's all
the same to you, right now.

Well, you're
the customers.

Come on.
Pick out your saddles.

Who's there?

It's me,
Mr. Moody.

Where's your partner?

He's out back
holding the horses.

You heard about
Karl Swenson?

Yeah, I heard, all right.

I can tell you
I won't draw an easy breath

until they round up him
and that whole clan,

or at least until
the money is deposited

in that Firestone Bank.

There you are.

$41,720.

I'll have to have
the manifest
on that cattle shipment.

Oh, yeah.

There you are.

Well, as Judge Garth's
representative,

you'll have to fill out
the rest of this.

All right.

Now, you know how
to get to Firestone?

Yes, sir.

I suggest you don't stop
until you get there.

Wasn't planning
on stopping, Mr. Moody.

Ask for Mr. McClellan.

He's president of the bank
and an old friend.

He'll take care
of everything.

All right.
So long.

Good-bye,
and the best of luck.

As far as we know,
Swenson's still on the loose.

He's armed and desperate,
and he'll do anything
to get that money.

Sort of makes us even,

'cause I'll do
anything to keep it.

**

Hyah!

What time's it open?

The bank?
Yeah, the bank!

Heh, I'd like to know
that answer to that myself.

Don't tell me it's--
Closed two days ago.

It's what they
call insolvent.

Guess you ain't heard.
There's a lot of banks
that've been...

Is there another bank,
one that's open?

In Firestone?
No, sirree.

Why, a town this size
wouldn't need another bank.

What time's
the next train out of here?

Let's see,
today's Wednesday?

Next coach train,
day after tomorrow.

Two days!

Well, we're on
a spur line, mister.

'Course, if you're in
such an all-fired hurry,

there's a freight train
coming through here
any minute not.

Won't do you
much good, though.

It don't take on
passengers.

They must have a sheriff
in this town. Let's use him.

Fewer people know
about this money the better,
and that includes sheriffs.

Come on, let's go.

We'll have to split up.
You stall them.

You'll be all right.
All they want's the money.

Where's the back door?

Right there.
What do you want with it?

I want to go through it!

Whoa, boy.

Your friend,
where is he?

Who wants to know?

Hey, boy,
take the horses.

Don't fool with me, boy.
Where is he?

None of your business!

Hey, Karl!
What?

Don't shoot!

Where is he?

I don't know.

Now I ask you once more.

Where is your friend?

Tell me or I shoot!

He didn't say
where he was going.

He said to stall you
till he got away.

What do you think, Milo?

Well, he could've
doubled back,

got his horse,
and rode out again.

No, not smart.

We might come back
too quick.

Fella in front of the bank
said he was asking
about trains, Pa.

But there won't be
train for two days.

Wait, there was
a train.

I hear a whistle

when we are
in the livery stable.

And there was this
wonderful man,

and he wanted
so much to marry me.

He simply begged
and he pleaded.

He said we'd go
to Europe on our honeymoon

and visit all
the art galleries.

And the "Louver."

That's in Paris,
you know.

Oh.
I understand
it's just darling.

And the big cathedrals
and all the other

wonderful foreign things
they have over there.

Oh, I admit,
I was tempted, all right.

My father always promised
to take me there someday,

but then he's so busy

running that silly
old factory of his.

I just know it'd never happen
if I waited for him.

And this fella
you were gonna marry,

what's his name?
Reggie.

Reginald Vandemeter,
to be exact.

One of
the New England families.

One of The 400,
you know.

One of the 400 what?

The 400!

Well, it's easy to see

you don't know much
about society.

Yeah.

Well, what I was
getting at, uh,

why didn't you
want to marry him?

Because I
didn't love him!

Isn't that
reason enough?

Well, sure, I guess so,
but with all that money

and one of those 400
and everything,

you might've ended up
loving him.

His money didn't mean
a thing.
Oh.

After all,
my father has plenty.

And besides, he drinks.

Oh, one of those.

Isn't it dreadful?

They say he fell into
bad company at Harvard.

That's a big school
in Pennsylvania.

Up in Massachusetts.

I meant to say
Massachusetts.

Anyway, that's where
his drinking started.

Terrible.

Well, what brings you
this far out from New York?

Promise you
won't tell anybody?

It's a promise.

I wanted adventure
and excitement.

I wanted to meet people.

Well, the common people,
you know.

Hmm. Riding around
on freight trains,

you'll meet plenty
of those, all right.

Yeah, uh,
wouldn't taking

a regular train
do just as well?

Anybody can do that.

Oh, yeah.

Besides, I told you,
I wanted adventure
and excitement.

I think a girl
should have experience

before she settles down
and gets married.

Don't you agree?

Oh, sure,
that's important.

Any special place
in mind, or...

just where
the winds blow you?

Oh, I thought
I'd try San Francisco.

It has the sort of hotels
I'm accustomed to.

The Barbary Coast
is there, you know.

Amy, uh--

It is all right
if I call you Amy, isn't it?

Please do.

Just what have you heard
about the Barbary Coast?

Oh, I know it's filled
with fascinating people,

gamblers,
and beautiful girls,

and sailors from
all over the world.

Oh, it must be
terribly exciting.

I'll tell you what
it is full of.

It's full of crooks
and cutthroats,

plus some people
who make their money

in ways I won't even
tell you about.

Amy, you set one foot
in that place,

they'll eat you alive.

Hey, speaking of eating,

you wouldn't happen to have
a spare sandwich or two

in that carpetbag,
would ya?

I haven't eaten
since supper last night.

Well, surely you
don't expect me

to carry food
in my baggage.

You'd be surprised
how handy it comes in.

Uh, when did
you eat last?

Yesterday.

When yesterday?

Morning.

You sit there
starving,

and I have to pry
the fact out of you.

I guess I'll just
never understand
you society people.

You're making
fun of me.

I don't make fun of people
with empty stomachs.

Well...

This train's
gotta stop sometime.

If it does, I'll see
if I can't jump off

and rustle us up
some grub.

Mister, there just ain't
no way to get word

to the crew
of that freight,

not 'tween here
and Beaver Junction
there ain't.

There is a thief
on that train!

A robber!
He robs me of my money.

I want you to use
that thing

and tell the next station
to take the thief

off of the train,
hold him till I get there.

Mister, that is just
what I'm trying to tell you.

Now, this here
is a spur line,

and there ain't no station
that's got a telegraph office

closer than Beaver Junction,
which is 220 miles west of here.

You trying to tell us
that's the first stop
that freight makes?

I didn't say that.

'Course she stops
for coal and water,

but them's just
waystations,

and they ain't got
no telegraph.

How far?
Nearest waystation?

By rail, 38 mile.

How far by road?

Twenty-nine,
thirty mile.

How long a layover?

Oh... hour maybe.

Not more than that.

The boys and I
go after the train.

Axel, you and Milo
go home and take care

of things till
we get back.

What road we're
going to take?

One block over,
and ride straight west.

You got a lot of tall ridin'
to do if you're gonna--

They won't make it.

Where'd you say
that depot was?

On the other side
of the main street,

about a block up.
Can't miss it.

Remember, if anyone finds
that other gelding,

it belongs
to the livery stable
in Center City.

Seems to me it's more trouble
than it's worth.

I believe you'll
change your mind

around 1:00 or 2:00
in the morning.

You haven't told me
why you're here.

I mean, couldn't you
take a regular train?

Or can't you afford a ticket?

No, I reckon
I could've scraped up
the money somewhere.

It's just that I was
in somewhat of a hurry.

Being a ranch foreman
must be very exciting--

up at dawn, seeing
the whole world come alive,

smelling the sweet perfume
of growing things,

riding the range,

milking the cows.

Well, that's just
the trouble with us
big-city people.

We don't know how to live.

I agree with you there, Amy.

Imagine wanting to be
cooped up in a house

when you could be out
rounding up strays

in a nice white blizzard?

Temperature 40 below,

seat of your pants
frozen to the saddle.

Take the spring roundup--
now, there's where

you can really live,
roping calves,

and dust as thick as
the inside of a flour sack,

burn your fingers
on a red-hot branding iron,

smelling the sweet perfume
of scorched hair and hides.

Yeah, think I'd trade places
with city people?

Not on your life.

**

What was that?

The shack.

The what?

The brakeman.

If you're gonna steal
rides on freight trains,

you'd better learn
the language.

Ooh! Oh.

What are we
stopping for?

Probably coal or water.

For the engine.

You burn the coal.
Coal heats the water.

When the water's hot enough,
it turns to steam.

The steam makes
the wheels go round.

When the wheels
go round...

The train moves.

My, you certainly know
a lot of interesting things.

It's the mark
of the common man.

We're taking on water.

Oughta give me enough time
to find us some food.

Now, when I jump out,
close the door.

Wait a few minutes,
then open it a crack
and keep watch.

The second I get back,
open it, quick.

They see me, we'll
both end up on foot.

All right?
All right.

Anybody home?

Anybody around?

It's all right.
All right. Good dog.

Anybody home?

**

Thirty, 35, and 40.

You just bought yourself
a good horse, mister.

Haven't felt so lucky
since the day I broke my leg.

Now, you're gonna want
something under you, of course.

For another 20 bucks,
I'll throw in this fine saddle.

No, thanks.
I wouldn't wanna rob you.

'Case you want to know,
I call him Lightning.

Mister, first time
I laid eyes on you

I knew you had
a good sense of humor.

Come on, Lightning.

Hyah!

Am I glad to see you!

Are you talking to me
or to that?

You didn't have
to ask that, Amy.

Are you all right?

I am not.

I'm tired and I'm hungry...

and I've walked for miles.

I don't know how many times
I had to stop

and empty cinders
out of my shoes.

Besides that, I'm cold.

Oh, here, let me give
you my coat.
No.

What made you leave the train
in the first place?

When you got off
to get food,

I decided the only way
I was gonna get anything to eat

was to find you again,
and besides...

that freight car looked
awful empty with you gone.

So when it slowed down
about an hour ago,

I jumped off.

Where is it?

Where's what?

What you went after, food.
Did you get any?

I'm sorry, Amy.
I'm afraid I ate it.

All of it?

Well, I didn't expect
to find you so soon.

Well, you just go
find me some more.

After all the trouble
I went to to find you.

Come on.
We'll go find some.

I say there ain't
nobody on this train
that don't belong on it.

The man's a thief.
He got on at Firestone,
and we know that!

Part of my job
is to check the empties

every time we stop for coal.

I just got through going
through all of them
not 10 minutes ago.

Maybe he pay you
money to say that.

Mister, you got no right
to talk that way.

You think I'm lying?
Go through them yourself.

See anybody
jump off the train

since you stopped
at Firestone this morning?

Far as I know, nobody.

Was a man tried to get on
back at the water stop.

Only he didn't make it.

I kinda discouraged him.

Come to think of it,

he did look something like
the man you're talking about.

Maybe it's
the same one, Pa.

He could've got off,

and then when he tried to
get back on you stopped him.

Now that's possible,
isn't it?

I wouldn't say no, mister.

Did he carry saddlebag,
this man?

Mister, all I seed was his face
when I put my foot in it.

It must be the one.

Anyway, we'll have
to chance it, Pa.

All right.

**

Oi.

My land, who could
it be at this hour?

One way to find out.

John, don't you dare
open that door

less'n you know
who's out there.

It could be one
of them dirty hobos
from the train.

Who's out there?

Like to talk
to you, mister.

What about?
Who are you?

AMY: Oh, please let us in!
We're cold!

John, you're
not gonna--

Can't turn a woman away.

Sorry to disturb you folks,
but we were wondering

if you might have
some food you could sell us.

What are you doing
way out here
this time of night?

You see, ma'am, it's--

We're on our honeymoon,
and our buggy broke down,

and we lost a wheel,

and we only had
the one horse, and...

Oh, you poor little thing,
and on your honeymoon too.

You come right over
to this fire
and warm yourself.

I'll make you
a nice bowl of soup.

Well, don't stand
out there, young fella.

Come on in.

I reckon we can rustle up
enough grub for you
and your wife.

Thanks.
We're much obliged.

The truth is,
we eloped.

Oh, not that we
wanted to, but my father...

Perhaps you've heard
of him. Gaylord Pryor?

He's one of the richest
and most important men
in Kansas City.

That name's familiar,
seems to me.

But Pa and me, we ain't
done much traveling.

'Course, we never
got to Kansas City.

He owns a large
department store,

besides being president
of the biggest bank in town.

Think of that.

Well, actually,

my father's the son
of an English lord.

He ran away to sea
when he was just a little boy.

Came to America
and made his fortune.

Is that a fact,
an English lord!

That's why he didn't approve
of the man of my choice.

Said I was marrying
beneath my station.

As if that made
any different to me.

Turned into a real cold night.

Wouldn't be surprised
if there was frost 'fore sunup.

Heh. Well, uh,
it's mighty nice of you

to feed us this way,
Mrs. Lewis.

You sure
I can't pay you?

Oh, I should say not!

Nice young couple like you?
It's a blessing to help out.

Let me give you
some more coffee.

Uh, well, all right.

I simply can't get over
how gracious

you and your husband
have been, Mrs. Lewis.

It's... it's so
American, you know?

Oh, it'll make
a fascinating story

to tell our children,
won't it, dear?

We plan to have
three at least.

Oh, and I want them all
to look like my husband.

I guess your children
must all be grown up

and married by now.

Minerva and me
never had no children.

Maybe it saved us
from some heartache.

Excuse me.

My, I don't know when
I've eaten so much
in my whole life.

We simply can't
thank you enough, Mrs. Lewis?

Oh, that's enough
of that kind of talk.

My land, if a body
can't help out

a nice young couple like you,

I don't know what
this world's coming to.

Well.

We'd better be getting on
and let you get to bed.

Ready, Amy?

You'll do no such thing!

If you think Pa and me
are gonna send

somebody out
on a night like this--

Pa, you come in here.

This young man's
talking about leaving.

I never heard
of such a thing,

making your poor little wife

go gadding around
on a freezing night like this.

We just won't hear
to it, will we, Pa?

You're spending
the night right here.

Well, it's not that
we're ungrateful.

It's just that we've
gotta be getting on.

No.

Uh, I mean, no dear.

I'm so tired and sleepy,

and the thought of getting
on that old horse again...

Well, that settles it.

We haven't got room
for you in here,

but I can make you
nice and snug in the barn,

couple of blankets
and plenty of hay
for a mattress.

Now, you just come
along with me.

Your kindness will never
be forgotten, Mrs. Lewis.

Oh, my land.

Pa and me
ain't done nothing

any real Christian
wouldn't do.

Where are they?

What?

My saddlebags.

Why...

I...

I put 'em in here
with your wife's things.

Well, I...

I'm sorry, Mr. Lewis.

Sorry I blew up.

I guess I wasn't
thinking right.

I'm sorry.

Well, it's better
than riding around

in the cold
and the dark

on that old horse
of yours.

See me complaining,
do you?

May I'd better point out
something to you, Amy.

You're a woman,
and I'm a man.

Well, I wouldn't be here
if I couldn't trust you.

Good for you.

What are you
doing that for?

You wanna get some sleep,
don't you?

I'm making the beds!

Oh.

After what you'd get
in San Francisco, I guess,

the price is right.

Well?

Take your pick.

I think the springs
are better on this one.

Your room
is ready, Madame.

Thank you.

Go ahead and crawl in
before I blow the lantern out.

Do we have to sleep
with the window open?

You know, in some circles
it's considered to be

very good for your health.

You, uh, society people

always sleep with
your shoes on like that?

Well, I'm afraid
I don't have

your experience in
living like a hobo.

You asked for adventure
and excitement, didn't you?

You're getting it.

Ahh.

Just try to relax, Amy.
It takes getting used to.

I am relaxed.

Good girl.

Time you get
to California,

I bet you won't wanna sleep
in a regular bed.

Oh, shut up
and go to sleep!

That's no way for a wife
to talk to a husband.

I'm cold.

Get in.

I don't want you to think
for one minute that I...

Not thinking anything,
Amy. Come on, get in.

It's just that
I'm cold.

Of course it is.

I mean,
I wouldn't dream of

doing anything like it
if I weren't.

Cold, I mean.

I'm not arguing
the point.

I just wanted
you to know.

Made that
clear enough.

Amy?

What?

You're quite an expert liar,
you know that?

Well, you saw the way

they looked at us when
they opened the door.

If I hadn't said
we were married,

they wouldn't even have
let us in the house.

I know that.

I'm talking about
that wild story you made up

about your father
being president of a bank.

He could afford to be
if he wanted to.

How's your grandfather?

What?

English lord.
You remember him, don't you?

Oh.

Well, people want to
hear things like that.

Gives them something
to brag about.

Guess I never thought
of it that way.

You're really very nice.

Most men wouldn't be.

Well, this nice.

Under the circumstances,
I mean.

Amy, you're gonna go home.

First town we come to,
I'm gonna put you on a train
for the East.

It's all wrong for a girl--
You'll do no such a thing!

If you think for one minute
that I'm going back to-- to--

Back to what, Amy?

Back to a life that's
all parties and dances

and theaters
and art museums.

I want more than that.

I want a lot more.

Oh, you told me.

Adventure and excitement,

like riding around
the country on freight trains

and going hungry,
getting froze half to death.

Well, it won't all
be that way.

You don't know
what it'll be.

Probably be
a lot worse than that.

Go to sleep.

Good night, Amy.

You think you know
everything, don't you?

Not everything.

You really are
very nice.

Sure.

Good night.

Good night, Amy.

Thank you
for making me warm.

Good night.
Pleasant dreams!

**

Come on, Amy.

Come on out of there.

Come on.

Go away, will you?

Come on, Amy.
Come on up outta there.

It's time to face
another day
of exciting adventure.

No!

All right,
go on back to sleep.

I'm going downstairs

and get myself
a five-course breakfast.

Breakfast!

I forgot there was
such a word.

Huh.

Madam.

Uh, mister,
I could use some help.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

How does a smart-looking
young fellow like you get lost?

Well, the nearest town
is only about--

No, I'm not
looking for a town.
What I wanted to ask--

Don't tell me
you're looking for work.

You shouldn't have any trouble
finding a job this time of year.

No, I'm trying
to track down a man.

Somebody robbed you, huh?
Probably a railroad tramp.

Happens all the time
around here.

He's a friend of mine.
A friend robbed you?

No wonder you're
looking for him!

I'll tell ya, any man that
takes advantage of a friend--

He didn't rob me.

My friend and me,
we got separated.

A farmer sold him
a horse a few miles back
without a saddle,

and I'm trying to find him.
The farmer?

My friend!

You didn't happen
to see him, did ya?

How do you expect me
to know who your friends are?

He was riding a horse
without a saddle on it.

Now, did you happen
to see anybody

riding a horse
without a saddle?

Oh!

No, I ain't seen anybody
like that, boy.

Well, good luck.
Come on, boy. Get up there.

I'll need it.

**

You just keep
in the same direction
you was heading.

Six or seven miles down,
there's a fork in the road.

Right, and it'll take you
into Grover Springs.

Sixteen miles.

There's a train leaves there
around 4:10 every day.

Well. You folks have been
real good to us.

We appreciate it.

Pshaw. Wasn't nothing.

Was a real treat
having you here.

Oh, it sure was.

If you folks are ever
up this way again,

I want you to pay us
a real visit.

We'll do that.
Much obliged.

Come on, Lightning.

This is where
we turn off, Amy.

Only 16 miles to go.

Hold it!

Whoa.

Get down, both of you!

It's me they want.

Just do like they say
and you'll be fine.

I said get down.

Hey, don't I know
you from somewhere?

Let me tell you something,
Mr. Swenson.

That money belongs to
the man I work for.

If I have to, I'll spend
the rest of my life
running you down.

Ja. Now I tell
you something.

I work nearly 10 years
for this money.

I save it dollar
by dollar.

I'm not going
to let the man

you're talking about
take it away from me.

It's not the same money,
Mr. Swenson.

Can't you get that
through your thick skull?

I am honest man.

I take only what is mine,
$12,500.

**

Yous!

No!

You look at it
this way, mister.

Is your life more important
to you than $12,000

of somebody else's money?

It's a lot more
important than that,

of anybody's money.

Then you tell us
where it is.

Mister, I hope you know
the truth when you hear it,

because I don't know
where that money is.

You think I'd go through all
this for a bunch of waste paper?

I'll tell you
what I think, mister.

I think you figured
we'd catch up with you,

so you hid the money
and fixed up those fake bundles,

expecting us to take
a quick look at the bundles

and ride off
with the whole 40,000.

Then when we had time
to see what we got,

you'd be gone.

Only you don't know my pa.

You didn't know
that he won't take one cent

that is not rightfully his.

That's where you
made a mistake.

I hate to disappoint
you, mister,

but that just
ain't so.

I didn't have anything
to do with that.

I think I know who did--
Walter Moody.

Mr. Moody is lawyer!

That don't mean
he can't be a crook!

He put those bundles
in that saddlebag

while I was signing
a paper.

I guess he figured
once I left his office

he could say
I made the switch.

Be his word against mine.

You expect us to believe
you took the money

without looking at it,
counting it?

You expect a lawyer
to be honest...

leastways, I did,

and that's where I made
my mistake.

I figure you are lying,
and I got to beat the truth--

No, no, Papa.
No! No!

We'll talk, Papa.

Jody, you watch them.

What's your name, honey?

It wouldn't mean
a thing to you.

Maybe no, maybe yes.

I'm the kind of guy who
never forgets a face.

It'll come to me,
don't worry.

Nothing you could do
would worry me in the least.

Hey, she talks
right up, don't she?

Where'd you find her?

The lady happens
to be my wife.

Come on, who you
trying to fool?

I got it!

Your old man's a farmer,

place about 80 miles
east of here.

Yeah, Jake Pringle.
You're Pringle's kid.

You remember me.

I was out your way
'bout a couple months back

at a barn dance.
I saw you there.

Sure, you was supposed
to be getting married

about now to some farmer.

Everything you've said
is a lie.

Will you please go away
and stop annoying me?

You and the girl can go.

You're gonna let them
get away with it?

He hasn't got it.

When Pa cut that
first bundle open,

I saw his face.

Nobody can look that
surprised on purpose.

Then where is it?
That lawyer's got it.

He figured on
cheating everybody.

He's not going
to cheat our pa.

I still think--

Jody, do
as you're told.

All right, Miss Pringle,
where'd you leave it?

You cleaned out
that saddlebag

last night while
I was asleep.

Now I want to know
where you hid the money,
and I want to know now!

You! You're horrible.

How would I know
what you had in there?

You had time to find out
after I left that freight car.

And I suppose I got off

and carried it all
that way back to you

just so I could
steal it later.

Well, last night
in the barn.

Could've found out
about it then.

Amy, listen to me.

There was over $40,000
in that saddlebag

the night I left
Center City.

You didn't take it?

Well, that lawyer.

You said yourself
that he was...

Just a dodge to get
them off the track.

Walter Moody's been
Judge Garth's attorney
for over 20 years.

If he wanted
to rob the Judge,

he could've done it
long ago for more
than $40,000.

Well, I didn't take
your old money,

and if you think I'm going
another step with you,

you're badly mistaken.

Just get on
your old horse and--

Amy.
Leave, and if I never
see you again I don't...

Amy.

What do you want?

There's only one answer.

If you didn't take it,
the Lewises did.

That nice old couple?

I don't believe that.

You think I want to?
It's either you or them.

And you're going
back there?

Got no choice, Amy.

Well, I have,
after the way

they fed us
and took us in.

Sorry, Amy.
You're coming along with me.

I don't care
how long it takes--

I'm not gonna take my eyes
off you until I get that money.

Did you marry him, Amy?

You mean you actually believed
that wormy little man?

I couldn't marry him!

Oh, I wanted to live!

And I wanted
to see things.

And to listen to people
talk about books and paintings

instead of the weather...

and pigs and cows
and the price of wheat.

Henry wanted
to marry me,

and I knew Papa
hoped I would,

but-- well, it isn't
that he isn't nice enough.

I like him, I suppose,
even though he's past 30.

But he has a farm too,

and I'd just be going
from one kind of a life

to another just like it.

Lot to be said
for that kind of life, Amy.

Oh, I suppose so.

Maybe someday I'll go back
and I'll marry Henry.

If he'll have me.

But before I do that,

I'm going to do
what I've always wanted.

I'm gonna stay
in the best hotels

and I'm gonna eat
in the best restaurants--

And...

take in the Barbary Coast,
right?

If I want to, yes.

Fine.

You go right ahead,
after I find my money.

Give me your leg.

Oh.

**

I know how it sounds,
Mr. Lewis,

but somewhere between
Center City and your place

somebody took that money
out of my saddlebags.

Whoever did it
substituted dummy bundles

made of cut-up
newspapers,

just like you
got here.

You come into my house
and you say I stole from you.

If I was a younger man,
I'd break your neck for that.

I don't like it
any better than you do,

but either she took it
or you took it,

and either way I aim to get
that money back right now.

I never heard
of such a thing.
Your own wife?

Let's not get
into that, Mrs. Lewis.

Things are mixed up
enough already.

Now, I'd like
your permission

to search your house
and the barn.

If it turns out I'm wrong,

you'll get the biggest apology
anybody ever heard.

The only way you'll search
my place is with a sheriff.

By the time I got
back here with a sheriff,

that money could be somewhere
where nobody would ever find it.

It's gotta be
my way, I'm sorry.

All right.

Now, shall we go
look for that money?

The money isn't in there.
I give you my word.

Well, I'd like to
believe you, Mr. Lewis,

but you can understand
why I can't.

That trunk hasn't
been opened for years.

I'm asking you
not to open it now.

I've got no choice,
Mr. Lewis.

She was our daughter,
an only child.

She died over
30 years ago.

Since the day
we buried her,

this trunk hasn't
been opened.

Hold it!

We know you hid
the money somewhere,

so we followed you.

You tell us where it is.

As far as I know,
it's still back
in Center City.

I figured Mr. Lewis
might've stolen it

because we spent
the night here
last night.

It looks like
I was wrong again.

It don't matter
how you got it.
You just pass it up.

You're as crazy
as he is.

Crazy?

Oh!

Oh!

Hey, you!

Let's all sit down
and talk about it.

Well, did you get
their hurt feelings
all patched up?

Well, some.

This time they kinda
neglected to ask us back.

Well, I don't blame
them for being sore.

Should've known
a nice old couple like that
would never rob anybody.

Come on.

I'm not going with you.

No

I don't care to stay
in the company of anybody

who thinks I'm capable
of being a thief, that's all.

Sounds reasonable
enough.

What are you
gonna do?

Don't worry about me.
I'll get along fine.

Sure you can,
and you will.

Only you'll have
to wait a while,

because either
Walter Moody's a crook

or you took that money
and stuck it away
someplace.

Either way, I want
to keep both hands on you

till we get back to Shiloh
and I get some answers.

You mean you're forcing
me to go with you?

Looks like it,
doesn't it?

Your friend's an idiot.
But I suppose you know that.

Oh, let's just say
he's a...

poor judge of girls.

**

Tell the sheriff
I'll be in town Saturday
to pick up my wagon.

I'll do that,
Mr. Lewis.

Thanks again.

Well, I'm certainly glad
to see you.

Have any trouble
with Swenson?

One question, Mr. Moody.

Where's the $40,000?

So you did run into him.

Well, that money's right here
in the Medicine Bow Bank.

Brought it in myself.

When Karl Swenson
broke out of that jail,

I knew he'd come
looking for it.

So I made up
those bundles of clippings

and sent you on ahead,

hoping you'd keep
him occupied long enough

for me to catch the morning
train for Medicine Bow.

Maybe I should've told you
what I had in mind

the night you left my office,

but, well, I figured
you'd try a little harder

if you thought those bundles
were the real thing.

You're right, Mr. Moody.
I tried real hard.

Hey! What was
that for?

You called me a thief.

I want an apology,
and I want it now.

All right,
Miss Pringle.

I humbly apologize
for doubting

your honor
and veracity.

That's better.
I accept your apology.

He said my train
would be on time.

Sure you wouldn't rather
ride a freight car?

Next time I may not find
such nice company.

Almost guarantee
you wouldn't.

Please tell Judge Garth
and Betsy how much

I appreciate
their hospitality.

They know about it,
but, uh, I'll remind them.

Would you mind helping me
with my bag?

Oh, that's
the eastbound train, Amy.

The train for San Francisco

doesn't come through here
for 20 minutes yet.

I forgot to tell you,
didn't I?

I'm going back.

Back to Henry?

What about all the adventure
and excitement you were
looking forward to?

Well, now, just what would
you call going hungry,

spending a night
with a man in a cold barn,

having people
point guns at you,

being accused
of stealing $40,000,

and getting hit
in the eye with a fist?

All aboard!

Made your point,
Amy.

Wait a minute.

No changing
your mind on me.

Of course not.

Besides, I guess you
could call marriage

an adventure too,
couldn't you?

It'll be a while

before I can answer
that question, Amy.

Good-bye.

Good-bye, Amy.

Good luck.