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Next time listen to me.

Now you feel you gotta
wear that gun,

stay outside.

Local custom.

You better find yourself
a nice shady place

and cool off.

If you come back

keep local custom in mind.

We'll get along.

Morg?

Uh, Morgan, do you think
that you could

be a little extra careful today?

You're gonna make me a widow
before I'm a bride.

Don't worry, Ellie.

I've lasted this long.

I guess I'm good
for the rest of the day.

Ellie has a normal feminine
viewpoint, Morg.

A bride always wants
a strong healthy husband

on her honeymoon.

If I don't buy that buckboard,

there isn't gonna be
a honeymoon.

Well, get goin'.

You're lookin' for me?

I'm Ben Crowley.

Gil McCloud.

Just drove in 500 head of beef
for you to buy.

Gil McCloud.

How's your father, boy?

Crowley:
I hear he got hurt while...

Don't you ever call me "Boy."

Gil: Now you wanna dicker...

or what?

Your father and I don't dicker.

We make two-way deals.

Crowley: Fair both ways.

Your foreman doesn't want me
to see the cattle yet.

I'm sure he wants to feed them,

fatten them for a spell
in their pens.

You don't hear too good,
do you, Crowley?

I'm in charge here.

Not my father.

Not the foreman.

You wanna look
at the beef... now

or forget it.

If that's the way you want it.

Blacksmith?

I got a horse that needs a shoe.

This is a customer talking,
blacksmith.

A cash customer.

Thanks, Thorne.

Every little bit helps.

Morg Rocklin.

Abilene, Dodge City

and now here.

Morg...

I've been worried about you.

A lawman builds
your kind of reputation,

he don't live too long.

What are you doing here?

Work.

Honest work.

You're lookin' at the present
foreman of the Argonaut spread.

Just drove in a herd of cattle.

Argonaut?

That's Joshua McCloud's outfit.

He hired you?

Oh, old Josh ain't
the petty kind.

He don't hold a little mistake
against a man.

Now you sent me
to the pen, Morg,

but I served my time

and got out for good behavior.

Me. Good behavior.

Old Josh must be hurt worse

than I heard... How is he?

Well, he's still
in a wheelchair,

but he's gettin' better.
Gettin' better.

Of course, he couldn't come
on this cattle drive,

but his boy did.

Gil? Here in town?

He sure is.

I wanna tell you,

that that boy's
a tonic to himself,

poison to everybody else.

Made up your mind yet, marshal?

Well, it looks like
it's in pretty fair condition.

You, uh, buyin' a buckboard?

- Fair?
- Where you goin'?

It's brand new... Almost.

Almost?
How much you want for it?

Uh, what do you want
with a buckboard?

Uh, I'll take, eh,

sixty-five?

You got yourself a deal.

I'll pick it up in the morning.

Alright.

I'm quitting tomorrow.

Quitting and getting married...

and leaving town.

Congratulations, Morg.

That'll make us both happy.

You, because you'll have your

own little woman by your side,

and starting off on a nice,

new dull life someplace else.

And me, because, uh...

I, uh...

I'm kinda partial to towns
where you ain't marshal.

Oh.

Ee.

You just told me somethin'
awful important.

I wish I knew what it was.

Well, I just want
you to remember

that, uh, tomorrow we have
a new marshal.

A good one.

So whatever you've got
up your sleeve,

don't try it here.

Morg...

you got a narrow,

suspicious mind.

It's a pity and a shame.

Alright, Crowley,
make your offer,

and make it good.

Best I can do is $30 a head.

Don't cross me,
40 a head is the goin' price.

For cattle in good condition.

You've driven that herd
down to skin and bones.

You're a liar.

Thirty a head.

I'll drive 'em on
to Dodge first.

Good.

- Crowley!
- Hold it, Gil.

Well, look who's here.

The fearless Marshal Rocklin.

Gonna try to take my gun away?

I said, "Try."

No.

I just don't want you
to use it, that's all.

You better sit on that
temper of yours,

or you're gonna
get into bad trouble.

I've spent enough years
listenin' to you.

Now you came into town
to do business,

do it, but do it
in a business-like way.

I don't wanna hurt you.

Let go.

Now you don't like me
and I don't like you.

You push me too far

and I'll forget how much
I like your father.

I accept
your stinkin' offer, Crowley.

Cash!

If it weren't for your father...

Ah!

Hey, you men!

Gil: Fixin' to get drunk?

Well, gulp 'em down fast,
'cause we're headin' home

as soon as I get your pay.

Yes, what'll it be?

Seems to me you men aren't aware

of a little rule
we have around here.

Gentlemen...

we want you to be glad
that you came in here.

So all we ask
is that you check your guns.

House rules, miss?

Town rules,
courtesy of Marshal Rocklin.

Ah-ha.

Well, do
what the lady says, men.

Anything this lady says.

You're not staying?

Well, after just meeting you,
miss, of course I'm...

Oh.

I tell you, it's a caution

what a girl like you

does to a man like me.

Thank you.

I can't see any way

we can get to know
each other better

until we first find out
each other's name.

Mine's Bart Thorne.

Mine's Ellie Daniels.

But I don't think we're going
to know each other much better.

Aw, I know
you're already spoken for, hm?

It's too much to expect,
any other way.

Spoken for and answered.

I answered yes.

A man like that's
got to lose at cards.

Well, maybe he's out
seekin' his fortune,

maybe he's out workin' a ranch.

Anyway, maybe you get
lonesome nights waiting for him.

I'm sorry,
but he's right here in town.

Tomorrow he's leaving.

But, I'm going with him.

Morg Rocklin?

Yeah, Mr. Thorne.

The way I tote it, Thorne,
you've been my foreman

for about six months even.

All this time
and here I've been thinkin'

I was your dad's foreman.

He hired you, I'm firin' ya.

We split the difference.

There's one little thing
seems to have

slipped your mind, laddie.

You can't fire me
until I sell your dad's cattle.

And that'll be quite a spell.

I just sold 'em.

I just paid you.
I just fired you.

- Clear?
- You sold 'em?

Did ya hear that, men?

He just sold the cattle
in their condition.

I'm fired and I quit.

Get out, Thorne.

Barkeep?

Can a poor unemployed feller
have his gun back?

Your poor, poor dad.

Havin' you for a son.

Rest of you men stay on.

- Not me.
- Alright, the rest of you.

Eh, just like Hank,
we're through.

What do you got against
the Argonaut Ranch, mister?

You. You're what's wrong
with the Argonaut Ranch.

All that's wrong with it.

You may be human
when you grow up,

if you live that long.

Give me my gun, I'm leavin'.

I'm ridin' back to tell your pa
just what he's got

in the way of a son.

When you get home, old Josh
should be ready for ya.

Mad and ready.

Only one man in there
with a gun, marshal.

Gil McCloud.

Hand over your gun, Gil,
you're under arrest.

Not me.

I'll take care of the bodies,
marshal.

Thanks.

Morg?

Old Josh will have to be
informed about...

about Gil.

The money I paid Gil
for the cattle,

someone will have to ride out
and give it to old Josh.

Yeah.

What I'm trying to say is,

give the money to me and I'll
turn it into a bank draft.

Then I'll write a note
and send it along

with the draft to old Josh.

You know, a note explaining...

how Gil died, and... well,

how it wasn't your fault.

That's one way to do it.

There's another way.

Tomorrow that new marshal
will be here,

let him handle the whole thing.

Not very clean...

but it's another way out.

Well, Morg, you gotta choose
one way or the other.

Unless you wanna ride out
and tell old Josh yourself.

That'd be a foolproof way
of gettin' yourself killed.

I don't wanna get killed.

I don't wanna even
see the old man's face

when he finds out about Gil.

All I want to do is get married.

Find a home for Ellie and me.

Ellie: Morgan?

Hi, darling.

All alone in the dark.

Is the prospect of marrying me
that dismal?

You know better than that.

Gil McCloud?

Gil McCloud.

Darling,
why didn't you come to me?

Love means that
you share things together,

the bad as well as the good.

Ellie...

you know Joshua McCloud
took in a small orphan boy,

raised him with all
the affection of his own son.

You know that boy was me.

I know.

And I know
how miserable you feel.

Then you'll understand why we
have to postpone our marriage.

Because I won't
be here tomorrow.

I'm riding out to see Josh.

No, I don't understand.

You're going to tell the man
who raised you

that you killed his son?

It's better
if he hears it from me.

Better?

For you or for me?

And if his answer
is to kill you,

well, will it be better

if he comes
and tells me about it?

If I don't tell him,
it's like running away.

What kind of a man
does that make me?

What kind of a husband for you?

You gave up being marshal
to marry me,

but you really haven't changed.

You still want to be a target,

and if Josh McCloud
doesn't kill you,

well, you'll find another time
and another place,

and some day, some day,
someone's going to

find that target.

I didn't want this to happen.

As soon as I see Josh...

I promise I'll come
back to you...

for good.

You'll come back if you survive.

Well, that's not good enough.

I'm not going to begin my life

by waiting for the man I love

and wondering
how I'll look in black.

Goodbye, Morgan.

Well, the town's
all yours now, Loomis.

Anything else you need to know?

One thing.
Where's the best place to eat?

The Golden Hotel and Saloon.

Well, goodbye and good luck
if you need it.

Goodbye, Rocklin.

Don't give away all your luck,

you might need some.

Maybe a lot.

Morgan?

I'm sorry about last night.

Forget everything I said
except that I love you.

I said it was awful

to wait for someone you love.

But it would be worse
to have no one to wait for.

Or no one to come back to.

Take me with you, right now.

No, Ellie.

When I get back,

we'll have that honeymoon
we planned.

Alright, but hurry back.

Thorne, your gun.
Toss it down.

Oh, thank God, it's you, Morg.

- Here I thought that...
- Your gun.

Well, how was I to know
it was you?

Last I heard you were listed
to be on your honeymoon today.

Listen to me.

There was an Indian stalkin' me.

There's been a pair of 'em
prowlin' around.

Morg, Morg, tell me
one good reason

why I'd wanna do you in?

I've got 15,000 reasons on me.

Cash.

I guess there's just
one thing to do.

Morg, one of us
is gonna be bad hurt.

Any time you're ready.

You see,
if it was anybody but you,

I might try it.

And it ain't just
your sudden hand with a gun.

It's that I'm downright
fond of you.

You're the kind of a man
I can trust.

I trust you, too.

As long as you're a couple
of hours behind me.

What worries me, Morg,

if you stay mean
and suspicious like that,

it's gonna show on your face
when you get old.

I was just tryin'
to get my gun back.

My own gun.

Get down on your belly
and stay there.

Morg, you can't shoot a man
when he's down.

- You ain't that kind.
- On your belly!

Oh, where's your sense of humor?

Thorne:
Ow, ow, that's too tight.

Not my legs.

I ain't much for walkin'

but I always like to know
it's possible.

Well, that oughta hold you
for a while.

A man can't leave a man
in this position.

We're fellow human beings.

That'll give you
somethin' to think about.

Morg, Morg, listen to me.

You're a decent,
respectable man.

You got a stupid
sense of fair play.

Don't lose it.

Thorne: And don't lose it now.

Go get it.

I don't want you
this close behind me.

Morg? Morg, my gun.

I wasn't lyin'
about them Indians,

not altogether.
I saw some yesterday.

Thorne: Saw 'em with my eyes.

Morg!

Look like you need some help.

I'd be grateful.

Hold it one minute.

I don't know how long
I'd have been stuck

if you hadn't come along.

Where you headin'?

The Argonaut Ranch.

I wanna see Joshua McCloud.

Then we're going
to the same place, mister...

Rocklin.

Glad to meet you, Mr. Rocklin.

Joshua's told me
many nice things about you.

They call me Dr. Sam.

- I'll, uh, follow you in.
- Thank you.

Morg Rocklin.

The marshal,
what's he doin' here?

He didn't say. I didn't ask.

Senor.

I'd like to see Joshua McCloud.

Morg, Morg Rocklin, come on in.

Come on in.

It's been years, boy.

Seems like an eternity.

You look fine, great.

Been hearin' about you,
your reputation as a marshal.

I reckon you never
expected to see me down.

I heard about it.

Yeah, all my life in the saddle

and I get thrown
by a spooked bronc.

Dr. Sam says
I'll be up and about in no time.

Look here,
I wanna show you somethin'.

How's that?

Last week,
I couldn't even stand.

But don't tell Katie,
I wanna surprise her.

Katie's my new wife.

After Emma died...

never dreamed
I'd get married again,

but I did.

I heard that, too.

Katie!

She'll be right along.

You want another drink?

No, thanks.

Maybe you saw my boy,
Gil in town?

Uh-huh.

What brings you here, Morg?

Boy, it looks like
rain any minute.

Where's Gil?

Where's Gil?

He's dead.

How?

He shot one of your own riders.

He resisted arrest
and I had to kill him.

Joshua, it would be murder.

Nothing less than murder.

Get out.

Get out of here
before I kill ya!

I remember the day
I brought him here to live.

What do you think of the way
he repays me?

You want a drink?

What's the matter,
cat got your tongue?

Dammit, Sam, he killed my boy.

You act like
I did something wrong.

Mr. Rocklin came
and told you

what he had to say,

to your face.

That took courage.

He seems to me
to be the kind of man

that you always bragged about...

Sam: The man
that you were so proud of.

Who are you?

He's Morg Rocklin, Mrs. McCloud.
The lawman.

Onie, my horse needs a rubdown.

Yes, ma'am.

I'll correct your wrangler,
Mrs. McCloud,

ex-lawman.

I must say, there hasn't been
a man around Argonaut since...

Will you be staying on?

When the storm goes, so do I.

This storm may last a long time.

Katie... where have you been?

Good God, have you been
ridin' in that storm?

Do you object to my daily rides?

No, I don't object, Katie,

I just don't wanna
see you get soaked

in the rain, that's all.

Oh, uh, Katie, will you put this
in the safe for me, please?

Man named Rocklin came today.

Brought that money.

Josh: Brought bad news.

Gil's dead.

Rocklin killed him.

Oh, Joshua dear,
I... I'm sorry.

I'm... terribly sorry.

I thought you might like
some coffee, Mr. Rocklin.

Thank you, Mrs. McCloud.

But mostly I thought
you might be lonesome.

Don't you understand?

I'm a young girl
married to a worn out old man.

No law said
you had to marry him.

The law of survival said so.

Shocked?

Well, don't be.

I had my fill of shock-prone
gossips back in St. Louis...

over a perfume drummer
passing through.

He said he would marry me.

Only I learned
that he already had a wife.

Then I met Joshua,

found out that he wasn't only
an old man...

but a rich one.

You made a good bargain.

Not good enough.

A young woman needs more than

what an old man can give her.

I don't get you, Rocklin.

I never met a man
who wouldn't--

Let's just say I'd rather not

tip the scale,
let it go at that.

Are you afraid
of what Joshua might say?

I killed Joshua's son.

And he's trying
to make up his mind now

whether to kill me or not.

Well, Gil's no loss
to the world.

He was still Joshua's son.

And you're Joshua's wife.

Go back to the house,
Mrs. McCloud.

One other thing...

Since my charms
don't seem to appeal to you.

Katie: You brought the cattle
money back to Joshua.

Does that mean that our
trail hands aren't coming back?

One might.

Bart Thorne?

Mrs. McCloud?

Thanks for the coffee.

Are you sure you won't have one?

Not after such a fine meal.

Where have you been?

Out lookin' at the storm.
Why?

Do you have to know
every move I make?

No, no, Katie.

I just don't want you
to catch a cold.

Sam: Joshua, you know
Dr. Heathcote?

Josh: Sure, I know Heathcote.

Sam: I want you to go see him.

It'll take you a week,

but I'd like his opinion
on your legs.

He's had a lot of experience
with injuries like yours.

I'll start in the mornin'.

It's been a bad day.

A bad day.

Not now. And talk quietly.

Well, what went wrong?

I'm just so sick of this place,

waiting and waiting for nothing.

Not for nothing, baby.

Get a coat,
we can talk better in the barn.

Oh, no, there's a man
named Rocklin out there.

He killed Gil
and brought the money back.

The money that you said
you'd get.

I said it and I will.

And more besides.

It was Rocklin who told
Joshua about Gil. Right?

Right. And he's been drinkin'
ever since.

Katie: He's drunk now,
and he's gonna get drunker.

What do you mean, uh,
that money and more besides?

He's getting drunk, huh?

Well, that gives you a chance
to serve the cause.

See that Joshua has plenty
of whiskey within easy reach

and see that he keeps using it.

That won't be hard.

Well, then do it.

Maybe I spoiled Gil
a little too much.

Only child and all.

Maybe Gil was a mite
high-handed.

That's no excuse
for Morg to kill him.

It couldn't have been fair.

Morg is too good with a gun.

Too fast.

You're a wonderful wife, Katie.

A lucky man to have you.

Hello, Morg.

Hello, Thorne.

Surprised to see me?

No.

Gettin' ready to leave, huh?

The storm's over.

Morg, um,

said your little piece
to old Joshua, huh?

How did he take it?

Onie!

There's no joy in killin' a man
when he's out.

Boost him up
and tote him inside.

There'll be no killin'
at the Argonaut

as long as I'm here.

Oh, I'm dead set
against killin', Mr. McCloud.

That's why we got
to stop this here Rocklin...

from killin' again.

The way he shot down,

murdered, your son Gil.

Legalized murder,
I say.

Now Lefty here,

he's all in favor
of hangin' him.

Burt, he wants to shoot him.

And Onie wanted to do it
with a pitchfork.

Quick-like.

But I ain't one for killin'.

And good Dr. Sam,

he wants to let
Morg Rocklin go scot-free.

Let him go on killing young men
like your son.

Mr. McCloud,
you let a rattlesnake

crawl into your house,

but don't you worry none.

Right now we got him de-fanged.

But we gotta keep him
de-fanged.

This is his fang.

His right hand...

his gun hand.

Now, you tell me, if I've got
it straight, Dr. Sam.

These tendons here...

control the fingers.

Cut 'em...

and Rocklin
can't work his hand no more,

can't shoot no more,

can't kill no more.

So, it's up to Dr. Sam.

He can do a nice slick job.

Throw this trash out
of here, Joshua.

It would've happened to Gil
sooner or later and you know it.

Sam: But Rocklin came to you

and told you like a man!

Throw them out of here.

Mr. McCloud,
you're a man without a son now

because of Rocklin's
murderin' hand.

A proud man like you shouldn't
think of a thing like that.

Tell Dr. Sam to do it Joshua.

Tell him.

Tell him to do it.

Do it.

If you think I would have
anything to do with it.

I reckon we got no call
to ask you that...

Dr. Sam.

Why don't you just run along?

Wait!

You'll mangle him.

Well, I ain't got your skill.

Boil water.

Get him on the table.

Thorne: Boys, on the table.

God forgive me.

How do you feel?

Mad...

Mad and weak.

Mad and weak?

Is that all?

Hungry.

Now that's a good complaint.

And something I can cure, just
as soon as the water is hot.

Let's see here.

You've got gentle fingers.

You're a good doctor.

Out here the closest doctor
is a good doctor.

But medicine runs in my family.

My grandfather practiced it.

Of course, he was a witch doctor
in the Congo.

And my father carried on
the tradition here as a slave.

My turn came durin' the war.

I was assistant
to an army surgeon.

I learned a lot
from that man.

Why did you come here?

This is my home.

Anybody ever tell you,
you're quite a man?

What do you see
down there, honey?

Katie: A lot of cows.

Katie: Well, what do you see?

Thirty thousand dollars
on the hoof.

Soon there'll be
a thousand head in that herd.

And we'll be on our way.

With nothin' to stop us.

Morg Rocklin shelved for good.

And Joshua's...

How long before
Joshua gets back?

From Dr. Heathcote's?

Oh, at least a week.

Thirty thousand dollars, huh?

Plus what's in the safe.

I'm rich.

Unh-unh-unh.

We're rich, baby.

Of course.

Hm.

I need you and you need me.

What are we gonna do
with all that money?

Oh, go to Chicago, maybe.

Well, what's wrong with Chicago?

Why not New York?

London? Paris? Rome?

London...

Paris, Rome...

Rocklin?

Oh, Rocklin!

I brought an old friend up
to visit ya.

You better bring your gun.

It was bound to happen
sooner or later.

Morg?

Your old friend's
awful impatient.

Remember me, Rocklin?

Ed Harney.

Remember my brother?

Frank?
Sure. I arrested him.

I'd have nailed you too,
but you ran out.

Well, I'm gonna kill you.

They hung my brother.

Let's get on with it.

Well, Harney?

You anxious to die, Rocklin?

Anxious to get it over with.

Get out.

You bluffed your way out
of that one nice and cool, Morg.

The day is comin'.

When you're gonna have
to pull that gun

with a hand
that's just no help at all.

I wish I could be around
to see it.

Sorry to disappoint you.

Thorne: Today you had luck.

Large luck.

But sure as Christmas...

Don't bother to thank me, Morg.

When you get it,
I want you to see it comin'...

right in the face!

Not in the back.

You did a good job, Sam.

Cutting without crippling.

Katie...

Kate?

Katie!

Dr. Heathcote says
I'm going to...

Josephina, where's Katie?

The senora is not here, senor.

Well, not here. Where is she,
out ridin'?

She's gone, Senor McCloud.

Gone?

What do you mean "Gone?"

Where is everybody?

Senor Thorne took them away.

Everybody goes.

They take all our cattle...

all our money.

Pack my saddlebags with food.

Enough for several days.

And I want blankets.

Pronto!

Thorne: How are things up ahead?

Good enough, I guess.

As far as I can see.

Well, what are you
frettin' about, Indians?

They ain't done no
raidin' around here for years.

Trouble is, Indians ain't where
you expect to find 'em.

The trouble is, Burt,
you're plain

lookin' for trouble.

Well, that's better than havin'
it come lookin' for me.

I'm gonna feel a lot better

when these cattle
are turned into cash.

Relax, baby...

Go back to dreamin'
about London,

Paris, and Rome.

It's healed.

Even the little scars
will go away soon.

You still thinkin'
of goin' to California?

Yeah, but I'd better ask
my girl first.

See if she wants
to go there.

I hear it's great country.

A good spot to raise a family.

Family? We're not even
married yet.

But wherever I do go...

there's one thing
you can count on...

Thorne and the others
will never know

what you did for me.

The thing that worries me...

is your hand...

and how you are going
to use it.

Don't worry, Sam.

You've taught me
that a man's hand

isn't meant to kill.

It's meant to heal.

To build,

to help...

and to say goodbye
in friendship.

Goodbye, Morg.

Goodbye, Sam.

Get away from here.

You're done in, Joshua.

I'm not gonna ride with you,
Morg.

You're not gonna ride with
anybody if you don't get down.

Leave me alone.

I didn't mean it, Morg.

I didn't mean it.

Don't leave me.

You've got to get me
movin' again.

Movin' after 'em...

Thorne...

stole my cattle,

stole my wife,

stole my money.

First thing we've gotta get you
is some rest.

Maybe Kate's not worth
goin' after.

Maybe I'm an old fool.

But I love her, Morg.

She's my wife and I love her.

I'd give everything I own...

go in hock...

get your gun hand back again.

Hey, take it easy.

Do we have to drive all night?

Oh, you make it
awful temptin' to stop.

But we can't take
chances by dawdlin'

along with these cattle.

We got to get into town
and sell 'em fast.

Joshua, you still need
at least a day's rest.

No, I'm goin' after Katie.

I'm gonna bring her back.

Your hand.
You shot with it.

You don't know how much
that eases my conscience, Morg.

I was bad drunk that night.

I'll never allow such a thing.

It's been awful to live with.

How'd you do it?

How'd Dr. Sam do it?

Skill... and courage.

Sam's got a lot of both.

You of all people
shoulda known

he could never cripple anybody.

Are you gonna help me, Morg?

You're gonna help me
bring Katie back?

How long do you think
Sam would live if...

Thorne and the rest found out
I could use this hand.

That's right.

You can't do it.

You'd have to kill
all four of 'em.

I'll take you into town.

The marshal can help you.

No.
Thanks, Morg.

Go, go...

Go.

Hee-haw!

Indians.

Indians!

Get inside!

- Leave the gun alone.
- I figure I could pick off--

There's more of them than us.

Maybe still more
where they came from.

Good mornin', gents.
You speak English?

I speak it good.

Fine, fine.

I just want to tell you,
if you and your boys are hungry

you're welcome to cut a couple
of steers out of the herd.

We have, this morning,
taken ten.

Oh.

Well, um...

What do you want,
dessert?

You have a white woman.

I want her.

White woman?

We ain't got no white woman.

Lie.

Alright.

Alright!

Uh, suppose
we don't give her to you.

Your hair is good.

There's, uh,
nothin' much I can do.

No, no.
No! Don't touch me!

Ah! Help.

I guess this is goodbye, honey.

Oh, you can't, you can't!

Well, it's either you or me
and you got no vote.

Don't you touch me!

Help me! Help me!

Argh!

Onie, you take
the wagon for a while.

Let's get them cattle movin'.

No.

No matter how bad she was,
Katie never deserved this.

No sign of a fight.

They didn't even
try to save her.

Take care of her for me,
Morg, will ya?

Take care of her.

I've got to ride on.

Onie:
Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Hey! That's old Joshua!

Move the cattle fast!

Yeah!

Get up there, Burt
and try to turn 'em.

Turn those leaders
and slow 'em down!

You were in such a hurry I never
did get to ask about old Joshua,

how's he feeling?

No pain at all.

None whatsoever!

I tell you,
old Joshua'll never feel better.

Hyah!

Jim:
Somebody get the marshal!

Sorry, marshal.

Sorry it had to be
one of my boys.

It's all in a night's work.
What started it?

Onie here, he don't need

more than a whiskey or two
for an excuse.

You can have him back
in the morning for $25.

Ah.

And expenses.

Come on.

I want a drink!

Goodbye, Marshal.

I'm just warnin' all you
nice, civilized townmen

to get inside your little homes
and stay there.

Because tonight,
this here town is ours.

Ours by right of conquest.

How's that, Crowley?

Right of conquest!

I read it in a book!

Sorry, your serious
drinkin' was interrupted, Onie.

Come inside and catch up.

Hey, out! Everybody, out!

Out!

Start pourin' and don't stop!

You're not exactly welcome here
after what you did.

- What?
- Jim.

Jim, give them
anything they want.

Jim: Yes, ma'am.

Well...

You're alright,
I kinda like you.

Uh, you kinda like me now a
little bit, now, don't you? Huh?

How 'bout a drink on the house?

Yeah! Yeah, sure.

Ah, I-- I'll see you later.

You know somethin'?

That little lady likes me.

But sure she does.

Yeah, you're right.

I'm gonna go see her.

Where do you think you're going?

Oh. Yeah!

Who is it?

Open up, this is Onie.

Open up, I'm coming in.

Go away, Onie.
I'm warning you, go away.

I just came up
to comfort ya, miss.

Make you feel a little better.

Oh, you've got no reason
to be afraid of me.

I'm the gentle kind.

The lovin' kind.

And though you don't know it

you're in the market
for a new man, for a lover.

Because Morg Rocklin,
he ain't comin' back.

Oh, well,
I don't know for sure

if he's dead yet, pretty one,

but I'm solid sure
that he ain't comin' back here.

Or no place else
where people will know him.

Lefty: You want out?
You're out.

It's Rocklin!

Thorne!

Thorne!
Rocklin's down the street.

Crowley: Morg.

Bluffed his way through.

What do you know.

He's gonna be killed for sure.

Douse the lamps.

Morg!

You ain't gonna try to
bluff me, are ya?

You think I'm bluffing?

Call me.

I'm calling.

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