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Niño, call the gringo.

Bueno.

MAN: Señor. He come, señor. He come.

No, Ortega.

He's not the man.

Marshal Chaffey? You got it right.

You must be the special agent

Wells Fargo was sending.

Sound like you might've been expecting me.

Name's Hardie, isn't it?

That's right. Glad to know you.

Got a letter about you from the governor's office

in Santa Fe a day or two ago.

Said you were coming to El Paso to escort

a special Wells Fargo run up to Santa Fe.

Wonder if I could see a copy of that letter.

Let's go inside.

It's the letter here in the desk.

Doesn't give us much information.

What's it all about?

So far, you know as much about it as I do.

I was working in Lordsburg on a job

when I got a telegram telling me

to come to El Paso and meet a Major Barkley here.

Barkley?

That's right.

You seen anything of him?

The only troops around here are down in Tonio

to see that Juarez's army doesn't retreat across the border.

Major Barkley is with the 10th Cavalry.

From Fort Harmony?

You know the place?

Sinkhole of creation.

Whoever thought of putting an Army post there

must've been out of his mind.

That place is hotter than the hinges of...

The devil himself wouldn't live there, let me tell you.

What's this Major Barkley got to do

with your run to Santa Fe?

I suppose that's what he's coming here to tell me.

I don't see any sense in all this mystery.

Whatever it is you're carrying on that stage

must be mighty important.

Well, it must be.

Incidentally...

the telegram said that

Major Barkley wouldn't be wearing a uniform.

So when he comes in,

would you tell him I'm staying at the El Paso House?

Right.

Good day.

So that is your major, eh?

That's my major.

Where'd his horse get to?

We do not need the horse, señor.

All right.

Get your men.

Get rid of him.

Niño, encargate.

Bueno.

See you in El Paso.

Bueno.

Apúrense.

Hello, Kate.

Hello, Jim.

It's been a long time.

Yes, it has.

Almost four years.

Four years, two months.

You got a good memory.

I have where you're concerned.

Well...

Well, it's a surprise seeing you here.

It is?

But what brings you to El Paso?

Work, as usual.

I should have known.

But I have to admit for one crazy second

I thought you might have come looking for me.

Have I changed much since Laramie?

No.

No, you haven't.

And speaking of Laramie, I was through there not long ago.

And how is the old hometown?

About the same as ever, I suppose.

I saw Sam Barnes while I was there.

Good old Sam.

Is he still getting rich on that hardware store of his?

Yeah.

And he's still in love with you, Kate.

If you can't speak for yourself, Jim, don't come playing

John Alden for Sam Barnes or anyone else.

All right, I won't. I'm sorry.

Don't you think maybe it's time you grew up,

stop pretending something that never was?

I never gave you any reason to expect anything from me.

No, you never did.

You never so much as hinted that you might be in love with me.

But what hurts is you didn't care enough to lie about it.

Hardie.

Excuse me, Miss Fallon.

They told me at the hotel that I'd find you here.

This is Major Barkley.

I'm pleased to meet you, Major.

Mr. Hardie.

This is Miss Fallon.

My pleasure, Miss Fallon. How do you do?

And now is there someplace where we can talk privately?

My office is as good as any.

That's fine.

I hope I shall see you again, Miss Fallon.

I hope so too, Major.

Jim?

Next time you're in Laramie,

give my regards to Sam Barnes.

I will.

I'll do just that.

Have a seat.

You'll want to to see my credentials, Mr. Hardie.

Will I?

Considering the nature of this detail,

none of us can be too cautious.

And what is the nature of this assignment, Major?

Concerns our neighbors to the south.

The Mexicans?

That's right.

And which group of Mexicans are you talking about?

The ones supporting Juarez

or the ones fighting for Maximilian?

As I'm sure you well know, our government

has never recognized Maximilian's regime.

President Lincoln has always been sympathetic toward Juarez,

but the United States hasn't been able to help him,

not with our own country fighting a civil war.

What's this got to do with

the Wells Fargo run to Santa Fe?

Well, now that the war is over,

President Lincoln is sending a personal representative

to meet with Juarez.

In Santa Fe?

In Santa Fe.

And it's up to you and Wells Fargo

to see that President Juarez gets there safely.

I see.

GENTRY: I'm sure I don't have to impress upon you, Mr. Hardie,

the heavy responsibility this entails.

If anything should happen to Juarez...

Are they expecting trouble?

Well, no. But once Juarez is out

from the protection of his own troops,

agents for Maximilian might try anything.

Assassination or kidnapping.

Then why don't we send troops to escort him up there?

Because, Mr. Hardie,

our government doesn't want it known

that we're consulting with Juarez.

Not yet anyway.

A cavalry escort would be too conspicuous.

That's why I'm not even in a uniform.

I see.

And when can we expect Juarez in here?

Around noon tomorrow.

I'll leave the details up to you.

Would you gentlemen care to join me for a drink?

No, thanks. Some other time. Thank you.

All right. I'll be in touch with you both later.

Good day, Gentlemen. Good day.

Remember what you said this morning

about the weather in Fort Harmony?

Hmm? Oh, you mean about how hot it is there?

That's right.

Well, what about it?

Perhaps you can tell me how it is that a man can be

stationed there and not be

as tan as a saddle leather.

Whiskey.

Didn't expect to see you in El Paso.

Obviously not.

Jim Hardie a friend of yours?

I don't have any friends, Mr. Gentry.

Just acquaintances.

And you have no reason for telling him who I really am?

No.

On the other hand,

I don't have any reason not to.

Maybe I can give you a couple of good reasons.

One might be enough.

How does $500 sound to you?

It isn't the way money sounds that interests me.

It's the way it looks.

You know, I don't know what you're up to,

and I don't care.

I just have one question.

Will Jim Hardie get hurt?

If he's in my way.

He'll get in your way.

Then he'll get hurt.

But that doesn't make any difference to you, does it?

No.

Doesn't make any difference to me.

And I'll give you another reason

for keeping quiet about me.

You've made your point.

That's good.

Buenas noches, Señor Marshal.

Manuel!

It's good to see you. When'd you get back to town?

Just now, señor,

and I have something to show you.

Something I found at Sky Mesa.

What is it?

Come. I show to you.

Evenin', Mr. Hardie.

Hello, Major.

I was just wondering how you were getting on

with your plans for tomorrow.

Stage will be ready whenever Juarez gets here.

I see.

You planning on escorting the stage alone?

It might look that way to anybody who tries to ambush it.

Oh, Hardie? I'd like to talk to you a minute if I could.

Certainly.

Good night, Major. Good night, Hardie.

Well, he's a good-looking horse.

Manuel found him wandering around up by Sky Mesa.

Did you see any sign of the rider?

Did you look for one?

Sí, señor.

For maybe one hour, maybe longer.

I look all around.

I don't see no one.

You saw the brand, Hardie.

Yes, it's a cavalry horse, all right.

Course, the army's got an awful lot of horses.

Let's keep this particular one out of sight

for the next twenty-four hours.

Sure.

Like the Major said, we can't be too cautious.

I've been waiting to talk to you.

I think we've said everything there is to say, Jim.

Not quite.

What's on your mind?

Major Barkley.

How well do you know him?

I don't understand.

I don't know anything about him.

I think you do.

When I introduced you in the saloon

there was a look of recognition there.

I think you're imagining things.

Is he really a major in the Army?

Why don't you ask him? Or the Army?

Because it's a two-day ride to the fort,

or I would ask 'em.

Well, I'm sorry. I can't help you.

Now, you listen to me.

I've got a job to do here.

If I fail to do it, a man can lose his life

as well as the future of a country.

Now, I'll ask you one more time.

What do you know about Major Barkley?

Nothing.

Señor Marshal! Señor Marshal!

The bank! Men hold up the bank!

Get your horses and follow me!

JIM: Chaffey!

Get your horses and meet me here

in front of the jail!

You could be making a mistake.

What do you mean?

I don't think it was a coincidence

that that bank was robbed

just an hour before Juarez is due in here.

I can't help that.

Give you odds it was done just to get you

and the rest of the men in this town

out of here before Juarez gets in.

Ah!

CHAFFEY: You're out of your mind, Hardie.

It's ridiculous.

I don't think so.

What's going on here?

Hardie's got some wild idea

that the bank hold-up was pulled

to get as many men as possible out of town

before Juarez arrives.

What do you think, Major?

Well, I haven't thought about it, Mr. Hardie.

It's possible, I suppose, but not very probable.

Whatever it is, I'm not gonna waste

any more time talking about it.

The money taken from that bank

means more to the people of this town

than a hundred presidents of Mexico.

Let's ride!

Gonna need your help, Major.

Of course.

Anything I can do.

Let's go get that stage ready.

Keep going.

We'll circle back to town.

Giddup! Come on!

We'll pull out the minute Juarez gets here.

Right.

Here she comes.

Don't you move, or I'll cut you half in two.

Juarez is mine, señor.

GENTRY: Aah!

Thank you.

Who was he?

A man I knew in Laredo.

His name was Kyle Gentry.

Why didn't you tell me that last night?

I thought I had a chance to hurt you

the way you hurt me.

There's no one hurts you but yourself.

You all right?

Yes.

Well, it worked, Hardie.

What about Juarez? Where is he?

A few of my boys are escorting him back to town.

They should be here in an hour.

Good.

Manuel.

Would you see that the President's luggage

gets loaded onto the stagecoach?

I take care of everything, Señor Hardie.

Good.

Hello, Kate.

Hello, Jim.

Are you leaving?

Very shortly.

I was wondering,

were you telling me the truth about Sam Barnes?

Yes, I was.

Well, I may be going back to Laramie.

I think that's wonderful.

Maybe I'll get back there myself sometime,

visit you.

I hope so.

And you tell old Sam I said hello.

I will.

I'll do just that.

Good-bye, Jim.

Good-bye.

Marshal Chaffey tells me that you are the man

I really have to thank, Mr. Hardie.

That's very gracious of you, sir.

However, I'll feel much better when we reach Santa Fe.

Excuse me, Señor Presidente,

a telegram. Most important.

It's for you, Mr. President.

There's nothing wrong, I hope, sir.

Read it aloud, señor.

"It is my unhappy task

"to inform you that Abraham Lincoln

"was shot and mortally wounded yesterday evening,

the 14th instant."

JIM: "However, I wish to assure you that the envoy"

"you are meeting in Santa Fe

"speaks for me as he might have

"spoken for President Lincoln.

"That my country is with you

"and the people of Mexico

in your fight against tyranny."

Signed, "Andrew Johnson,

President of the United States."

DRIVER: Giddup! Giddup!

Giddup!