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Heeyah!

Hooah!

Heeyah!

Heeyah!

Heeyah!

Heeyah! Ha!

Whoa!

All right, throw down that box.

Anybody else wanna do it the hard way?

Drop that gun.

Now, throw down that box.

Come on, come on.

It's just about heavy.

You there, give him a hand.

Now drive on.

What about Buck? He's all right.

Get in. Give him a hand.

Now get going.

Heeyah!

My name is Jim Hardie.

I'd been sent to Deadwood

to pick up $10,000

and deliver it to the home office

of Wells Fargo

in San Francisco.

Oh, it's you.

Well, that's about the most neighborly

welcome I ever heard of.

I ain't got no time to be neighborly.

All I can think about is that $10,000.

You're just not used to handling

a lot of money, Mac.

All right.

I'll be glad to take that money off the stage

and make it your personal responsibility.

If it ever gets here.

I think it will.

With Billy driving and Buck riding shotgun,

I don't think we got too much to worry about.

See what I mean?

BILLY: Ho!

Get Doc Fletcher!

You have trouble, Billy?

Broad daylight.

Down at the pass near the upgrade.

What happened? A road agent,

got him in the shoulder. It was barbaric,

that's what it was. How many of them were there?

Just the one.

I thought Buck had a clear shot at him.

He tried.

But after he fired and missed,

the owl hoot gunned him.

Looks like you'll be needing a posse.

How about it, boys?

Wait a minute.

How long ago did it happen?

About three hours.

Maybe 10 miles out.

Just before you start on the upgrade.

I'd stand a better chance alone.

Why, that's just plain silly, Jim.

He could see and hear a posse for a mile.

In this country, we could lose him

and never find him.

Suppose he's working with a gang?

Are you sure he was by himself?

Certain.

Would you get my horse for me, Billy?

Okay.

Well, that's it. He's by himself

and he's gonna keep it that way.

Those bills are numbered and he knows it.

He's gonna try to cash them in

before anybody finds out about it.

He'd be a fool to try to cash 'em in at Long Branch.

That's where they came from.

That's right. So he'll try Pierre.

It's like looking for nothing

in the middle of nowhere. I don't like it, Jim.

Neither do I, but it's what I'm getting paid for.

All right. I'll give you just three days.

If you're not back here by then,

I'm coming out with a posse.

Never mind the posse.

If I'm not back in three days,

bring a stretcher. I'll be in worse shape

than that messenger.

Thank you, Billy.

I'll leave a trail that will be easy to follow.

JIM: Time was in the holdup man's favor.

Time and the fact that he knew

where he was going.

I had to guess.

Figuring it pretty close,

he had about four hours start on me.

The three it took Billy to get into Deadwood

and the hour it took me to get to the holdup site.

Operating on the theory that he'd make for Pierre,

my only chance was to start from the spot

of the holdup and cross his trail.

There was no mistaking the spot

where the holdup happened.

There was blood on the ground.

Assuming the road agent had one horse,

he was certain to get rid of the box

as soon as he could,

bill's being easier to carry.

The tracks that the stagecoach

left didn't help any.

My only hope was to pick up his trail

away from the location of the holdup.

McHale had been right about the country.

It was mountainous and rough...

The hardest kind of tracking there is.

I spotted his horse's hoof prints.

It came to a fork and the hoof prints

led to the right, up the hill.

He was either green or overconfident,

because instead of sticking

to the rocky places,

he left a trail that was easy to follow.

If I was on the right trail,

he was carrying the box further

than I'd figured.

Then I saw it.

It was a good beginning,

but only a beginning.

From the length of his horse's stride,

he was traveling at a fast clip.

I tracked him all night.

They were his horse's prints, all right.

But another set had joined them.

It could mean two things.

He'd met a confederate,

or somehow he had gotten hold

of a spare horse,

maybe figuring to ride his into the ground

then use the other one.

Drop it.

Move back.

You've got more nerve than you've got sense, mister.

You left a trail a kid could follow.

Stand up.

Are you part of a posse?

You might say that.

I'll make a deal with you.

There's plenty of money in them saddlebags for the both of us.

There's no deal. I'm taking you back.

I did a lot of thinking

before I held up that stage.

Wells Fargo can well afford it.

You better think it over.

I don't think you thought enough.

You signed your own warrant when you shot that man.

He shot first. It was him or me.

You're lucky he's still alive.

I didn't aim to kill.

If I had, he'd be dead.

He was doing a job.

The way I look at it, so was I.

Look, what do you figure

to get out of this, $500, maybe?

The Sheriff will get half of that.

There's $10,000 in them saddlebags,

and half of it's yours.

All you have to do is give me a start.

That's a better deal than you'll ever get

out of Wells Fargo.

That'd be like taking it out of one pocket

and put it in the other.

You see, in a way, I am Wells Fargo.

Detective, huh?

You might say that.

Now, pick up your saddle and put it on your horse.

You're a trier.

But you're new at this game.

Now pick up the saddle and put it on the horse.

Like you say, I'm a trier.

But I'm also a thinker.

You weren't thinking much when you made camp and went to sleep.

I thought sure they'd take time to arrange a posse.

I didn't wanna give you that much time.

Just my luck to run into a Wells Fargo detective.

You know, it's been that way most of my life.

Things just don't play right.

Did you ever think maybe you were playing

the wrong game?

I don't suppose you'd believe me

if I told you it's the first time

I ever done anything like this.

Good for you.

That might cut your sentence

down to about five years.

You'll have to get me back first.

I'll manage.

Hurry up and move.

If I was to make a break for it,

I wonder if you'd shoot.

What do you think?

Yeah, I guess you would.

It's no guess.

I's a lead pipe cinch.

I'd been gone three days from Deadwood.

That meant McHale would be sending out his posse.

I figured to push on and intercept them

before they got too far.

Oh!

I think you you broke my back.

Stand up and we'll find out.

You're all right.

Yeah, no thanks to you.

You're gonna have to learn one thing,

Porter... I'm a dedicated man.

Yeah? I am.

Dedicated to my job, and right now

my job is getting you to Deadwood.

But the book doesn't say you have to be

in one piece when I get you there.

You know, I'm beginning to believe

you're just downright unfriendly.

And I'm gonna remove all doubt.

You're gonna ride the rest of way

with your hands tied.

How do you expect me to do that?

By the time you get to Deadwood,

you'll have learned.

Now, move out.

Hold up.

We camp over in that shelter for the night.

I just come along for the ride, remember?

Then I'll put it another way. Git.

I never was much to sit

while the other fellow did all the work.

Why don't you untie me?

Maybe I could give you a hand.

You never give up, do you?

If you ever turned that dogged determination

of yours in an honest direction

there's no telling how far you could go.

Look at them, that's all I ask.

Why, they're tied up so tight,

they're black from no circulation.

That's dirt.

You're a mite stubborn yourself, Hardie.

You could've turned out to be anything

but a detective.

You got a nasty, suspicious streak.

Sometimes it helps.

Hardie.

I'm sorry about the empty rifle.

But I wanted to find out for myself

whether you were a killer or not.

Look Hardie, if I was, I'd have killed them fellers

on the stagecoach.

I'm beginning to believe you.

When you had a choice between me and the Indian,

you chose him.

Thank you.

You could've gunned me while I was asleep.

So let's just say I remembered that, huh?

Billy, take a look at those ashes.

At least a day old. Yeah.

How about those hoof prints over there.

Hardie caught up with him, all right.

Yeah. Looks to me like he's headed right back

to Deadwood across those mountains.

Probably figured on us giving him

the full three days.

Wish we had.

He's probably back in Deadwood by now.

Looks like we had a long, hard ride

for nothing.

Well, I'm fatter and a mite older than you,

but I'm going after him.

Well, come on boys.

We can't let him go alone.

Let's go.

I ain't never gonna be the same.

I think any change'll be an improvement.

Now get up on your feet and start the circulation

a-moving.

A man takes his legs for granted

most of the time.

When something goes wrong with 'em, he realizes

how important they are.

Well, I think you talk too much.

We got a long way to go to Deadwood.

Before you try anything,

remember what happened yesterday.

Now lead on.

Hold it.

It's all right.

They're Sioux, they're friendly.

These ain't. I lifted that paint off of 'em.

Let me give you some advice, Porter.

When you get out of jail, you better try bein' honest.

You're too confounded clumsy to steal.

Get behind those rocks.

Looks like you're gonna take a hand in this.

Much obliged.

Now you got a gun and I got a gun.

There you go with them suspicions again.

How am I gonna spend that Wells Fargo money

if I don't get rid of these Indians?

Don't get any ideas.

I told you I'd let you know

just before I turn a killer.

Well, this is it.

How many cartridges have you got?

I don't know. About 18 or 20, I guess.

How about you?

Sixty or seventy, I think.

It's a good thing we both got .44's.

Yeah, they'll fit the rifle.

Yeah.

They're staying up there out of range.

Don't let them tease you into shooting.

They're building up their nerve.

They're gonna come charging down here in a minute.

You make every shot count.

Two for two, we can't beat that.

Time's on their side.

All we can do is wait.

We sat there all day in the hot sun.

That pile of cartridges

melted down mighty fast.

The Indians got two of our horses.

Only mine was left.

They were trying to sneak in close.

Our only hope was to keep them away.

And each time, it cost us a cartridge.

Well, looks like they

stopped for a while, Jim.

Yeah, I'm glad they don't have the savvy

to know how low on cartridges we are.

You know something, Hardie?

I think you and me could take on the whole

Sioux Nation.

When those are gone, I think we're gonna have to.

Barehanded. Yeah.

That's 15 shots left.

That's too bad.

I kind of had an idea of living high on the hog

with that money.

Mexico maybe.

Hey,

think of the tortillas a man could buy down

in Mexico with $10,000,

let alone the good times you could have.

You sure were crazy not to take me up

on that split proposition.

Thanks again, Porter.

That's all right.

When I get you back, I'm gonna mention this

to Wells Fargo.

Maybe they'll give you a break.

The only thing I want out of Wells Fargo, Hardie,

is in them saddlebags.

I don't think the future holds

too much for either one of us.

That's their signal. They're gonna take

another run at us.

Three for me. How many did you fire?

Two.

That leaves nine.

That leaves six.

Looks like the big haircut, Hardie.

Yup. Here they come.

That's all for me.

Me too.

It's the posse from Deadwood!

That looks like McHale.

Hey, Mac!

McHale!

Got get them! Hurry up

and go get them!

Hey, Porter!

You goin' somewhere?

Yeah, I reckon we're quits, Jim.

I'm taking the horse and the money.

I need it more than you do.

I told you I was a thinking man.

So long.

There's one more in here.

I don't guess there's any doubt in your mind

that I missed on purpose.

And I thought you were out of cartridges.

You're not the first man that thought it.

As long as Wells Fargo pays me,

I'm their man first

and Indian fighter second.

I guess I'm not much of a thinker after all.

You know, I think you were right

all along, Jim.

I never was cut out for stealing.

I'm going to tell Wells Fargo all about it.

In view of the way Porter had acted,

I've figure he's entitled to a break.

If I can get him a light sentence,

maybe he'll be out in a year.

If he is,

I'm gonna look forward to seeing him.

Yes, sir.

Al Porter's a man

I could really learn to like.

All right, throw down that box.

Anybody else wanna do it the hard way?

Drop that gun.

Now, throw down that box.

Come on, come on.

It's just about heavy.

You there, give him a hand.

Now drive on.

What about Buck? He's all right.

Get in. Give him a hand.

Now get going.

Heeyah!

My name is Jim Hardie.

I'd been sent to Deadwood

to pick up $10,000

and deliver it to the home office

of Wells Fargo

in San Francisco.

Oh, it's you.

Well, that's about the most neighborly

welcome I ever heard of.

I ain't got no time to be neighborly.

All I can think about is that $10,000.

You're just not used to handling

a lot of money, Mac.

All right.

I'll be glad to take that money off the stage

and make it your personal responsibility.

If it ever gets here.

I think it will.

With Billy driving and Buck riding shotgun,

I don't think we got too much to worry about.

See what I mean?

BILLY: Ho!

Get Doc Fletcher!

You have trouble, Billy?

Broad daylight.

Down at the pass near the upgrade.

What happened? A road agent,

got him in the shoulder. It was barbaric,

that's what it was. How many of them were there?

Just the one.

I thought Buck had a clear shot at him.

He tried.

But after he fired and missed,

the owl hoot gunned him.

Looks like you'll be needing a posse.

How about it, boys?

Wait a minute.

How long ago did it happen?

About three hours.

Maybe 10 miles out.

Just before you start on the upgrade.

I'd stand a better chance alone.

Why, that's just plain silly, Jim.

He could see and hear a posse for a mile.

In this country, we could lose him

and never find him.

Suppose he's working with a gang?

Are you sure he was by himself?

Certain.

Would you get my horse for me, Billy?

Okay.

Well, that's it. He's by himself

and he's gonna keep it that way.

Those bills are numbered and he knows it.

He's gonna try to cash them in

before anybody finds out about it.

He'd be a fool to try to cash 'em in at Long Branch.

That's where they came from.

That's right. So he'll try Pierre.

It's like looking for nothing

in the middle of nowhere. I don't like it, Jim.

Neither do I, but it's what I'm getting paid for.

All right. I'll give you just three days.

If you're not back here by then,

I'm coming out with a posse.

Never mind the posse.

If I'm not back in three days,

bring a stretcher. I'll be in worse shape

than that messenger.

Thank you, Billy.

I'll leave a trail that will be easy to follow.

JIM: Time was in the holdup man's favor.

Time and the fact that he knew

where he was going.

I had to guess.

Figuring it pretty close,

he had about four hours start on me.

The three it took Billy to get into Deadwood

and the hour it took me to get to the holdup site.

Operating on the theory that he'd make for Pierre,

my only chance was to start from the spot

of the holdup and cross his trail.

There was no mistaking the spot

where the holdup happened.

There was blood on the ground.

Assuming the road agent had one horse,

he was certain to get rid of the box

as soon as he could,

bill's being easier to carry.

The tracks that the stagecoach

left didn't help any.

My only hope was to pick up his trail

away from the location of the holdup.

McHale had been right about the country.

It was mountainous and rough...

The hardest kind of tracking there is.

I spotted his horse's hoof prints.

It came to a fork and the hoof prints

led to the right, up the hill.

He was either green or overconfident,

because instead of sticking

to the rocky places,

he left a trail that was easy to follow.

If I was on the right trail,

he was carrying the box further

than I'd figured.

Then I saw it.

It was a good beginning,

but only a beginning.

From the length of his horse's stride,

he was traveling at a fast clip.

I tracked him all night.

They were his horse's prints, all right.

But another set had joined them.

It could mean two things.

He'd met a confederate,

or somehow he had gotten hold

of a spare horse,

maybe figuring to ride his into the ground

then use the other one.

Drop it.

Move back.

You've got more nerve than you've got sense, mister.

You left a trail a kid could follow.

Stand up.

Are you part of a posse?

You might say that.

I'll make a deal with you.

There's plenty of money in them saddlebags for the both of us.

There's no deal. I'm taking you back.

I did a lot of thinking

before I held up that stage.

Wells Fargo can well afford it.

You better think it over.

I don't think you thought enough.

You signed your own warrant when you shot that man.

He shot first. It was him or me.

You're lucky he's still alive.

I didn't aim to kill.

If I had, he'd be dead.

He was doing a job.

The way I look at it, so was I.

Look, what do you figure

to get out of this, $500, maybe?

The Sheriff will get half of that.

There's $10,000 in them saddlebags,

and half of it's yours.

All you have to do is give me a start.

That's a better deal than you'll ever get

out of Wells Fargo.

That'd be like taking it out of one pocket

and put it in the other.

You see, in a way, I am Wells Fargo.

Detective, huh?

You might say that.

Now, pick up your saddle and put it on your horse.

You're a trier.

But you're new at this game.

Now pick up the saddle and put it on the horse.

Like you say, I'm a trier.

But I'm also a thinker.

You weren't thinking much when you made camp and went to sleep.

I thought sure they'd take time to arrange a posse.

I didn't wanna give you that much time.

Just my luck to run into a Wells Fargo detective.

You know, it's been that way most of my life.

Things just don't play right.

Did you ever think maybe you were playing

the wrong game?

I don't suppose you'd believe me

if I told you it's the first time

I ever done anything like this.

Good for you.

That might cut your sentence

down to about five years.

You'll have to get me back first.

I'll manage.

Hurry up and move.

If I was to make a break for it,

I wonder if you'd shoot.

What do you think?

Yeah, I guess you would.

It's no guess.

I's a lead pipe cinch.

I'd been gone three days from Deadwood.

That meant McHale would be sending out his posse.

I figured to push on and intercept them

before they got too far.

Oh!

I think you you broke my back.

Stand up and we'll find out.

You're all right.

Yeah, no thanks to you.

You're gonna have to learn one thing,

Porter... I'm a dedicated man.

Yeah? I am.

Dedicated to my job, and right now

my job is getting you to Deadwood.

But the book doesn't say you have to be

in one piece when I get you there.

You know, I'm beginning to believe

you're just downright unfriendly.

And I'm gonna remove all doubt.

You're gonna ride the rest of way

with your hands tied.

How do you expect me to do that?

By the time you get to Deadwood,

you'll have learned.

Now, move out.

Hold up.

We camp over in that shelter for the night.

I just come along for the ride, remember?

Then I'll put it another way. Git.

I never was much to sit

while the other fellow did all the work.

Why don't you untie me?

Maybe I could give you a hand.

You never give up, do you?

If you ever turned that dogged determination

of yours in an honest direction

there's no telling how far you could go.

Look at them, that's all I ask.

Why, they're tied up so tight,

they're black from no circulation.

That's dirt.

You're a mite stubborn yourself, Hardie.

You could've turned out to be anything

but a detective.

You got a nasty, suspicious streak.

Sometimes it helps.

Hardie.

I'm sorry about the empty rifle.

But I wanted to find out for myself

whether you were a killer or not.

Look Hardie, if I was, I'd have killed them fellers

on the stagecoach.

I'm beginning to believe you.

When you had a choice between me and the Indian,

you chose him.

Thank you.

You could've gunned me while I was asleep.

So let's just say I remembered that, huh?

Billy, take a look at those ashes.

At least a day old. Yeah.

How about those hoof prints over there.

Hardie caught up with him, all right.

Yeah. Looks to me like he's headed right back

to Deadwood across those mountains.

Probably figured on us giving him

the full three days.

Wish we had.

He's probably back in Deadwood by now.

Looks like we had a long, hard ride

for nothing.

Well, I'm fatter and a mite older than you,

but I'm going after him.

Well, come on boys.

We can't let him go alone.

Let's go.

I ain't never gonna be the same.

I think any change'll be an improvement.

Now get up on your feet and start the circulation

a-moving.

A man takes his legs for granted

most of the time.

When something goes wrong with 'em, he realizes

how important they are.

Well, I think you talk too much.

We got a long way to go to Deadwood.

Before you try anything,

remember what happened yesterday.

Now lead on.

Hold it.

It's all right.

They're Sioux, they're friendly.

These ain't. I lifted that paint off of 'em.

Let me give you some advice, Porter.

When you get out of jail, you better try bein' honest.

You're too confounded clumsy to steal.

Get behind those rocks.

Looks like you're gonna take a hand in this.

Much obliged.

Now you got a gun and I got a gun.

There you go with them suspicions again.

How am I gonna spend that Wells Fargo money

if I don't get rid of these Indians?

Don't get any ideas.

I told you I'd let you know

just before I turn a killer.

Well, this is it.

How many cartridges have you got?

I don't know. About 18 or 20, I guess.

How about you?

Sixty or seventy, I think.

It's a good thing we both got .44's.

Yeah, they'll fit the rifle.

Yeah.

They're staying up there out of range.

Don't let them tease you into shooting.

They're building up their nerve.

They're gonna come charging down here in a minute.

You make every shot count.

Two for two, we can't beat that.

Time's on their side.

All we can do is wait.

We sat there all day in the hot sun.

That pile of cartridges

melted down mighty fast.

The Indians got two of our horses.

Only mine was left.

They were trying to sneak in close.

Our only hope was to keep them away.

And each time, it cost us a cartridge.

Well, looks like they

stopped for a while, Jim.

Yeah, I'm glad they don't have the savvy

to know how low on cartridges we are.

You know something, Hardie?

I think you and me could take on the whole

Sioux Nation.

When those are gone, I think we're gonna have to.

Barehanded. Yeah.

That's 15 shots left.

That's too bad.

I kind of had an idea of living high on the hog

with that money.

Mexico maybe.

Hey,

think of the tortillas a man could buy down

in Mexico with $10,000,

let alone the good times you could have.

You sure were crazy not to take me up

on that split proposition.

Thanks again, Porter.

That's all right.

When I get you back, I'm gonna mention this

to Wells Fargo.

Maybe they'll give you a break.

The only thing I want out of Wells Fargo, Hardie,

is in them saddlebags.

I don't think the future holds

too much for either one of us.

That's their signal. They're gonna take

another run at us.

Three for me. How many did you fire?

Two.

That leaves nine.

That leaves six.

Looks like the big haircut, Hardie.

Yup. Here they come.

That's all for me.

Me too.

It's the posse from Deadwood!

That looks like McHale.

Hey, Mac!

McHale!

Got get them! Hurry up

and go get them!

Hey, Porter!

You goin' somewhere?

Yeah, I reckon we're quits, Jim.

I'm taking the horse and the money.

I need it more than you do.

I told you I was a thinking man.

So long.

There's one more in here.

I don't guess there's any doubt in your mind

that I missed on purpose.

And I thought you were out of cartridges.

You're not the first man that thought it.

As long as Wells Fargo pays me,

I'm their man first

and Indian fighter second.

I guess I'm not much of a thinker after all.

You know, I think you were right

all along, Jim.

I never was cut out for stealing.

I'm going to tell Wells Fargo all about it.

In view of the way Porter had acted,

I've figure he's entitled to a break.

If I can get him a light sentence,

maybe he'll be out in a year.

If he is,

I'm gonna look forward to seeing him.

Yes, sir.

Al Porter's a man

I could really learn to like.