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The man I was following was named Amos Birely.

We didn't know each other which was the reason

I was assigned to the case.

Birely had just finished serving a five-year term

for the robbery of a Wells Fargo stage.

Birely had paid his debt to the state all right,

but the company still felt he owed them something.

One hundred thousand dollars in gold, to be exact.

Amos Birely had been caught a few days after the robbery

but the gold shipment he and his partners had taken was never found.

The company wanted its money back.

It's my job to get it for them.

I'm Jim Hardie,

Special agent for Wells Fargo.

Jim Hardie.

Wade Cather.

Great day and a mornin'.

You haven't forgot who I am?

Oh, forget?

How could I ever forget you after you saved my life?

If you're wondering what happened to those fellows there,

the Apaches got 'em.

Well, I see you're still carrying old King David around with you there.

Oh, yeah. Best friend I got.

Never have any disagreements.

Always does what I tell him to.

Now, what brings you to this forsaken country, Hardie?

Oh, just taking care of a little business for Wells Fargo.

Well, that little business you were talking about,

it rode through here a short while ago.

You better start making tracks

if you expect to catch up with him.

I'll catch up to it when I'm ready for it.

I wouldn't be too sure about that.

What do you mean?

This is Apache country.

There's nothing they like better

than just to pick off the lone traveler.

You had some trouble with the Indians lately?

Oh, I have been wandering around here

for almost two years now.

A man traveling around alone in Apache country for that long a time is...

either a fool or he's attached.

I guess the Apaches think I'm both.

They say that I am possessed

by the great spirit.

Yeah. Yeah, well, I say you're possessed with a good deal of luck.

Maybe, but the...

Hardie, the sentiments the Apaches have for me

don't apply to you.

So...

just for the sake of safety,

I-I'll just tag along.

Well, that's sure nice of you, Wade, but...

Hardie...

Kind David here speaks with a pretty loud voice.

When he commands,

people just naturally obey.

I'll get my horse and my pack mule.

Morning.

Hi.

Do you have the good news, Leo?

Here it is.

Birely finally came through and gave it to Moore.

He knows we're gonna pick up the gold before he gets here.

I explained to Birely what our plans were

when I saw him last week.

He thinks it's a good plan.

Wait till Wade Cather sees this.

I'm kind of excited myself.

Five years is a long time to wait.

I've got to hand it to Amos.

He's one smart old boy.

You know, the part I like is where it says, "Gold buried here."

MOORE: When's Cather due back to town?

Anytime now, he's been gone a couple of months.

His supplies should be running pretty low.

Well, we'll be happy to

stake him to everything he needs

to carry on his operation.

Best investment we can make

considering future returns.

Gentlemen, I propose a toast to the man who is gonna help make us all rich.

Splendid, sir.

To Wade Cather,

and the Jefferson Davis treasure.

So, what with...

fighting the Indians and fighting the heat,

most folks aren't very partial

to this part of the country,

but me, I like it fine.

Well,

in the amount of time you spent out here, I'd say that was obvious.

Oh, of course, I'm not out here

just 'cause I'd like to be alone.

I got a good reason, Hardie.

I've been looking for gold.

Gold? Gold.

I didn't know there was any in this part of the country.

There ain't...

in a way of speakin'.

Look, did you ever hear of Jeff Davis' treasure?

Millions, Hardie.

Millions in gold.

I see you don't believe me, but it's true.

Did you ever ask yourself

whatever happened to all that money the...

the confederacy collected at the end of the civil war?

Well, they spent it.

If they'd had any money, they'd still be fighting.

You're wrong, Hardie.

It was a fortune that was taken

right out here to this very territory

and it was buried.

Any story you might have heard

about any Confederate fortune

being buried out here in this desert

is a legend, nothin' else.

You're wrong again, Hardie.

I talked to a fella,

now, you follow me now.

Be sure and keep your voice down.

We don't want anybody to hear what we're sayin'.

I talked to a fella

who talked to a fella

who was Jeff Davis' personal secretary.

Personal.

And he told me...

Seems like my peace treaty with the Apaches is over.

You better keep your head down

till you find out for sure.

Can't fight what you can't see.

One little peak

and I'll know where he's hiding.

A couple of more shots

and we'll know where he is.

Are you all right?

A half inch lower and your gold hunting days would be over for good.

I got a look at him, though. It's that fella you've been trailin'.

And I'm afraid he got a look at me.

He's up there in the rocks. Over to the right there. No, over to the right.

About fifty yards up.

I figured the best way to take him, Hardie.

I figure the best way to take him

is for you to stay here and keep me covered.

You take care of yourself, now.

Don't you worry about that.

All right now, stay right where you are!

Throw your gun down.

Turn around.

HARDIE: Cather!

Looks like the fireworks is over, huh?

How is our unfriendly friend?

He's dead.

And it's the last way in the world I want him.

Well...

It's better him than you, I'd say.

Yes, I'd say the same thing.

That's been the philosophy I've been forced to adopt.

But alive, he was some use to me.

Dead, he's no use to anybody.

And the Apaches thought that I was loco.

You got me beat hands down.

Well, what're you gonna do with him?

Take him home back to town and bury him.

Oh, no, no, no.

No.

It's prettier out here.

I got a couple of shovels on the pack mule...

and a bible.

Hey, there you are.

I've been looking all over for you.

I was afraid you'd pull out.

No. No, I was just getting ready to leave.

What's the rush?

You stick around and you and me are gonna celebrate.

Well, I'd like to but the main office wants me to get back home.

Maybe let's make it some other time... No, no, no, no.

There ain't gonna be any other time. Sit down.

I don't expect to get rich, but once.

Still out chasing that buried treasure, huh?

Ooh, Hardie.

Me and my partners have located us a map.

Sure, and we've practically got

that Confederate gold right in our hands.

I see.

You never mentioned having any partners before.

Oh, I guess it just never come to mind.

But there is one thing, though.

According to the information that come with the map

The treasure isn't as big as we thought it was.

Is that so?

How big would you say it was?

Oh...

Somewhere in the neighborhood

of a hundred thousand dollars in gold.

A hundred thousand dollars?

You know...

in a way that might just change my mind.

I've decided to stay here, have that celebration with you.

Now you're talking.

I get a chance to meet those partners of yours, too.

Oh, sure thing. Any friend of mine

is bound be a friend of theirs. Come on.

You told 'em I'm from Wells Fargo?

No, not a word.

Then, don't.

You got something in mind? Yeah.

If they don't know who I am, then, anything that goes wrong

I'll be able to look after your interest.

You figure a way to spend all that gold yet?

We're giving the problem our careful attention, Wade.

I'd like you to meet a friend of mine.

Jim, this here's Leo Summers. He owns the saloon here.

That's Adam Kemper. He's a local blacksmith.

And this here's Henry Moore.

He owns the local livery.

Hiya, Henry.

Hiya, Cather.

Pleased to meet all of you.

What line of work you in, sir?

Right now I'm...

you might say, in between jobs.

Actually I was hoping you boys could use another gold hunter.

Well, I figured it wouldn't do any harm telling Jim.

'Course not. We're not trying to hide anything.

We'd be delighted to have you join us but right now,

we're a closed corporation, you see.

I... understood that one of you boys have found a map.

CATHER: Oh, yeah, and every detail, Jim,

every detail is drawn out

as clear as the nose on your face.

You sure tell him, Leo. Go one.

Not that you aren't trustworthy, you understand,

but, uh, we have to exert some caution.

I understand.

Specially where there is gold concerned.

Why, I've seen strong men become weak.

And on the other hand, I've seen weak men become killers.

You know, it's funny how it always come about.

Here I have been hunting all over creation

for that Confederate treasure

and just like that Henry here finds us a map.

How are ya, Henry?

My wife and I just returned from Richmond, Virginia.

Yeah, and that's where they met this fellow

who'd been Jeff Davis' assistant.

I paid 500 dollars for that map.

There, you see?

Well, it's 10 percent of what we find.

All this talk ain't getting us nowhere.

When do we go out and get our gold?

I'm ready to leave any time you say.

Good.

We'll be going with you,

so, lay in some extra supplies.

What's the matter? Don't you trust me?

Well, I've been out looking before and you weren't worried.

This time it's different.

Yeah, these in here...

Yeah.

You know...

We're gonna be gone a few days

I better add to that list, uh...

Give me an extra side of bacon, will you?

No, on second thought, you'd better give me two extra sides of bacon.

Well, I see you're getting ready to leave.

Yeah, I'm leavin' in the mornin'.

Couple day from now

I'm gonna be a rich man, Hardie.

I wouldn't too much on that if I were you.

And why not?

I've been doing some checking on your friend, Henry Moore.

Yeah? Come to find out

he didn't go to Richmond, Virginia after all.

He went to Huntsville, Texas.

Well, so he didn't get the map in Richmond.

Who cares? The main thing is he got it.

The Texas state penitentiary is in Huntsville, Wade.

Does that mean anything to you?

Oh, you lost me, Hardie. I'm not following you.

Well, then I'll make it a little more clear.

Three years ago, one of stages was held up for a hundred thousand dollars.

Four men did it, three of them got away.

We caught one.

The one who knew where the money was.

And he wouldn't talk.

That man was released from penitentiary three weeks ago.

The same time your friend, Henry Moore, was in Huntsville.

Don't you think that's kind of a strange coincidence?

Hardie, the trouble with you is

you've been working for Wells Fargo too long.

Makes you suspicious of every little thing.

you box these things for me.

I'll be back to pick 'em up

in couple of hours, all right?

Oh, Hardie.

If I didn't know you better, I-I'd swear you was jokin'.

Do ya... Do ya think that Henry Moore

would rob a stage?

Why...

He doesn't even carry a gun.

Man, he's got one all right.

You can't see it, but it's there in a shoulder holster.

It still doesn't prove anything.

Come on, I'll buy you a drink.

Maybe it will wash down some of those evil thoughts you got.

Come on. All right, listen.

Throw in another side of bacon, will you?

I like lots of bacon.

The idea of Henry Moore robbing a stage...

Somethin' about this whole set-up I don't like.

Hardie, you're about the stubbornest man I ever run across.

It's just a part of my nature, I suppose.

Just to prove how wrong you are

you can come along with us

when we get the gold and can see for yourself.

All right, you've got a deal.

Cather.

I finished working on that pack mule of yours.

Any time you want to pick him up, he's ready.

Good. I got your supplies all ordered.

There's nothing left to do

but load up and head for the happy hunting ground.

Don't imagine you'll be here when we get back, Mr. Hardy.

So, I'll say good-bye now.

Looks like we're not destined to part just yet.

I'll be riding with ya.

This is a private party. You're not invited.

Oh, now, just a minute, Kemper.

I asked him and if Hardie don't go, I don't go.

And you need me. Who's gonna keep the Apaches off your back?

You keep out of this.

Cather here made a mistake, Mr. Hardie.

As of right now, he withdraws the invitation.

Now, if I want Hardie along, that's my business.

So, under the circumstances,

you're changing your plans

about joining us, aren't you?

Think it'd be very polite if I backed out now?

Be a lot more healthy. Let me show ya.

Now, look, Hardie wasn't ready for a fight,

but I am. Keep out of this.

I mean I feel like I've been...

kicked by a mule.

So do I.

With all four feet.

Uh, we feel bad...

he looks a whole lot worse.

Well, he'll be over it in time to go treasure hunting tomorrow.

You can bet on that.

You still planning to go with us?

I wouldn't miss it for anything less than a hundred thousand dollars.

Bring me a beer.

Leo.

What happened to you?

Had a run-in with Hardie.

Looks more like you were trampled on

by a herd of wild steers.

Who asked for your opinion?

Nobody, but I got a right to makin'. Not to me, you haven't

You want to try and stop me? All right, that's enough.

You've had your fight today.

Hardie's going with us.

Cather invited him.

Of all the stupid stunts.

That'd be tomorrow.

So, Hardie wants to take a little ride for himself.

Why not?

Well, we can't chance him.

By the looks of Kemper,

I'd say that Hardie suspects the worst.

And what caused the fight?

I just told him he couldn't go with us.

Then, you didn't convince him.

I think we got to take care of Hardie right now.

That wouldn't be smart. Let him come along.

He can't have anything against me or Harry. He just doesn't like you.

After all we're just businessmen... hunting for a Confederate treasure.

We'll find that treasure, dig it up,

and we'll have made a good sized hole.

About the size of a grave.

About the size of two graves.

When Birely gets here, we divide it all up.

But I still think that if they...

Shut up. It's all settled.

Hey, Leo, let's go.

Sorry I'm late. I had to get the map out of the safe.

Good morning, Mr. Hardie.

Good morning.

Nice to be going with such genial company.

You'll have to excuse Kemper's attitude this morning.

His pride's a little bruised.

All that gold we're gonna find will heal him up quick.

Let's get movin'.

Oh, I gotta rest.

Gotta take me a rest.

This diggin' is just too much for an old man like me.

Sure, but it'll pay off pretty good, though.

Hey, never mind the conversation.

You just keep on diggin'.

I'm in a hurry to be a rich man.

I don't know much about him being a rich one,

but one thing's for sure, he's gonna be a dead one.

I hit somethin'!

Ooh! Yeah. You, you did.

Go ahead. Open it up, then. Open it up.

We found it! We found the Confederate treasure.

Yeah, it's gold. I can tell by the feel.

Well, I'll tell you something about your treasure.

It belongs to Wells Fargo. Stand up.

Now, I shoot the first man that moves.

Take the guns, Cather.

Oh, no, you're wrong, Hardie.

This here gold belongs to us.

Your Confederate gold's in a Wells Fargo strongbox. It's stolen property,

I don't believe you.

Well, it's true just the same.

Ask your three honest business Confederates there.

They couldn't turn up with a hundred thousand dollars

without having to answer a lot of embarrassing questions.

HARDIE: So, they used you and an old wives tale about a lot of Confederate gold.

That would give them the reason that they needed.

Ask them about their friend, Amos Birely.

No... it's true though, they... they had a map.

Get out of the line of fire, Cather!

Two years.

Two years you lied to me

and all along you knew that I was wasting my time.

I should have killed him.

You should have killed him?

How do you know you didn't?

If you look at him, Mr. Hardie,

you'll find a bullet hole in his shoulder just about...

just about in there.

It's like I told you, Mr. Hardie,

I have never killed a man.

Not even during the war.

I never killed a man.

Well, I suppose we better go up there and bring him back.

Well, the company's sending the wagon down

to pick up the money.

I'm pleased. You don't look very pleased.

Well, Hardie, after all I have had a grave disappointment.

Oh, you were chasing rainbows, Wade.

Ah, well, yeah, sure, and I found the pot at the other end

but there wasn't anything in it for me.

I wouldn't say that.

There's a five thousand dollar pot there that you didn't know about.

The company had put up a reward

to be given to any man that could give information

leading to the recovery of the hundred thousand dollars. You get it.

Now that's more like it. Yeah.

Yes sir, if you can get in to San Francisco

the company will make out a check and give it to you.

San Francisco?

Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I guess I can work that in.

I've been wanting to get to San Francisco anyway, 'cause you see,

Hardie, I know a man in San Francisco

He has a map that could be bought cheap.

For twenty five hundred dollars

it shows exactly where Jean LaFitte buried his treasure.

Now this is no ordinary man.

He's as honest as the day is long.

Not at all like that crook Henry Moore