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Whoa.

We sure could use some of that, Tilden.

Told you boys you'd get a drink when we got to Dodge, not before.

Well, you better get this wagon moving

'cause the sun's starting to get to Shuffles.

You giving me orders, boy?

Look, I'm just telling you that unless you give him some water,

he's gonna be in bad shape before we get to Dodge.

Well, he should have thought of that

before he got caught with his fingers in the till.

Same goes for you.

Save your breath, Eric.

He's like every lawman I ever seen. A big mouth and a gut full of fear.

Well, just for that, now, boy, I'm gonna be taking the long way around.

You ever do anything like that again, boy,

I'm gonna take that gun and shove it halfway down your throat.

Yah! Giddap!

I'm sorry, Eric. I'm real sorry. I... I don't need a drink of water, honest.

If we hadn't been up in Hays, we wouldn't be here now.

First chance we get, we grab ourselves some horses and guns and head south.

First chance, OK?

One thing I do know. Nobody's gonna treat me like that again. Nobody.

Well?

I see we're gonna have to put up with you as the deputy again for a while.

- Where's Matt? - He's in the office.

What I'm fixin' to do, smart alec,

I'm fixin' to be deliverin' and a-servin' some papers and stuff.

Well, what kind of papers?

Well, how do I know what kind of papers they are?

Well, you mean to tell me that you're gonna ride out to somebody's place,

like maybe Jim Anderson's, and you're gonna hand him a paper

and you don't even know what you're handing him?

Well...

Suppose you pick up the wrong paper by accident?

Suppose you went out and handed Jim Anderson the paper

that said John Doe was supposed to be up in Hays City at a court hearing,

and he went all the way up there for nothing?

How would you feel about that?

Well, if John Doe's supposed to go to Hays City,

what'd Anderson wanna go for?

Well, because Anderson would think he was John Doe, that's why.

You mean one fella thinks he's another fella?

Oh, no, of course not.

But, you see, Anderson knows he's Anderson,

but he wouldn't know that he was the John Doe

referred to in the legal document, and if...

I don't know why I ought to explain it to you.

Well, if a fella don't even know his own name,

he... he ought to go a-galavantin' off on some wild-goose chase.

You old...

Matthew, that fella from the county jail's here with them boys.

Yah.

Howdy, Marshal.

Brought you your present from Judge Brooker.

How come they're chained?

Probation or no probation, I don't take any chances with the likes of these.

I seen what this kind of animal can do if you give 'em half a chance.

Hold it, hold it.

We ain't had any water since we left that jail, Marshal.

Is that true, Tilden?

Well, now, I'm just giving 'em a chance to boil some of the meanness out of 'em.

Get the chains off 'em.

All right, Marshal.

You do just what the judge says.

Now, you just let 'em run loose, tuck 'em in at night.

I'll bet you a month's pay that within a week

you're gonna have a throat cut in this town.

Festus, get 'em over to have something to drink.

You betcha, Matthew. Come on, follow me, boys.

Tilden, you pull a stunt like that again,

I'm gonna lock you up and throw away the key.

Now, where's the papers?

Soda pop?

The sarsaparilla's good and cold. You'll have to make it do.

They're gonna wean us backwards.

Soon as we get used to this, they'll switch us to milk.

What do you think? Should we try running for it?

Don't be a fool. We wouldn't get 100 yards in a town full of people.

We just have to wait for the right time and sweat it out.

That's all we've been doing for three months.

Eric's right, Billy. We got to wait for the right time.

Shut up.

All right, let's see. Which one of you boys is William Clarke?

That's me.

- And Claude Jones? - Here.

- Eric Tabray? - Yes, sir.

Now, you boys know the terms of this probation, don't you?

The Hales' farm's a couple of miles outside of town.

You'll get your keep and your regular wages.

Now, you treat him right, you'll be treated right.

But if you step out of line,

you'll have to go back and serve out the rest of your term.

Is that clear?

Sure. The farmer gets cheap help.

You don't want the job, say so right now.

Never worked on a farm before. Couldn't be no worse than jail.

Matthew, the Hales is comin' in.

All right, boys, let's go.

Mrs. Hale. Mr. Hale. Right nice day, ain't it?

- Good afternoon to thee, Festus. - Howdy, folks.

- And good day to thee, Marshal. - What is he, a preacher or something?

Marshal. Mr. Haggen. Thee are well, I trust?

Very well, thank you, ma'am.

- They sure talk funny. - Mind your manners.

Well, I've checked over all the papers. Everything seems to be in order.

I guess these are your three boys here.

- There's some mistake, Marshal. - Mistake?

There are three boys here. There's only supposed to be two.

See, this letter from Judge Brooker

states the entire agreement and the names of the two boys.

William Clarke and Claude Jones.

No mention of Eric Tabray?

Thee knows I would do anything I could to help.

But thee also knows that my farm could not support another hand.

Well, Eric, looks like there's been some kind of mistake.

- Does that mean I go back? - I guess so.

Claude, William, we shall get acquainted on our way home.

Go on, get in the wagon.

Eric?

It's all right, Shuffles. I'll see you soon.

The Lord be with thee, Marshal.

Festus, why don't you take Eric back to the office?

He can stay there till we get things straightened around.

I'm gonna wire the county clerk in the morning.

Yes, sir.

Come on, son.

Ah.

Thank you, Sam.

Um, Marshal, what's gonna happen to that boy, the one Mr. Hale didn't take?

Well, I guess he'll probably have to go back to jail.

- Well, suppose he had a job. - Yeah, but he doesn't have.

With Louie working at the stable,

we've been talking about hiring a new swamper.

Mmm.

If I hire that boy, will the court approve?

I don't think the judge'd object, Kitty, but I'm not so sure it's a good idea.

Why?

Well, I'll agree that those boys should have a second chance an' all,

but the only thing we know about 'em

is that they tried to rob a store in Hays City.

Was it their first offense?

Well, it was for this boy we're talking about.

I'll keep a close eye on him, Miss Kitty.

If Gideon Hale can handle two of 'em,

I don't see any reason why we can't handle one.

All right. I'll go over and have a talk with him, see if he's interested.

I'll go with you, Marshal, if it's all right with you, Miss Kitty.

Sure. Fine, Sam. Go ahead.

- Well, see you later. - Right.

Well, that's about it, son. If you want the job, I'll see what I can do.

It's better than going back to jail, I guess.

Well, you could be saying thank you to Sam.

Manners don't cost you nothin'.

- Thank you. - Come on, Eric. We'll go see Louie.

Appears to me like that young un's got a awful big chip on his shoulder, Matthew.

Yeah, well, sometimes if they're put there early enough,

they're hard to shake loose.

- Louie? - Sam?

- Oh, hi, Louie. - Hello, Sam.

I've brought you a new roommate. This is Eric Tabray.

- This here's Louie Pheeters. - Pleased to meet you, Eric.

Eric's taking over your old job at the Long Branch.

Oh?

Louie, I wonder if you'd show him where he can bunk.

- Sure, Sam. - I'll see you about six.

Why'd you quit working at the Long Branch, Louie?

Well, when I decided to give up drinkin',

I thought it might be easier workin' some place where it wasn't so handy.

How long's it been?

Four days, three hours and... 27 minutes.

- Some kind of a record, huh? - The only one I ever set.

- Well, where do you want me? - Right over here.

That one's mine. This here's yours.

The walls aren't too thick,

so you just bang on the boards if my snorin' bothers you.

Gets a little lonesome around here at times.

It's gonna be nice havin' company.

There you go, Sam.

- Busy night, huh, Eric? - Yeah.

Would you bring in another case of whiskey, please?

- Sure. - Pass it all down, will you?

Whoops.

You're doing just fine, Eric.

It doesn't exactly take a lot of brains, does it?

It's better than what you were doing up in Hays.

That's a good point.

Coming right up. Be right up there.

Just put 'em under the bar here till we need 'em, Eric.

All right.

I sure hope Mr. Hale gave 'em a good report.

I kind of like it here.

Keep talking, kid. Maybe they'll give you a medal.

Howdy, fellas. How's everything goin'?

Fine, Mr. Festus.

I just thought you fellas'd wanna know

Eric's got hisself a job a-workin' at the Long Branch.

- He didn't go back to jail? - No, course not.

You fellas ain't neither, from what I hear, the way you been a-workin'.

Mr. Hale says you're doin' real good.

That ought to make you real happy, Tilden.

The only thing that's gonna make me happy

is to see the three of you back in jail where you belong.

You just step out of line once

and I'll see to it personally that's where you'll be.

Just like my pa. Real lovable.

You a friend of his?

No. I just run onto him on the road out here.

Well, see you later.

So Eric got hisself a job at the saloon.

Bet there's only one thing on his mind.

The money coming across that bar every night.

Whoa.

- Doc. - Hello, Festus.

- You checked on Louie yet? - Louie doesn't need checking on.

Well, I told you, Doc, he told me he's been ailin' ever since he quit drinkin'.

You keep sayin', well, he's all right.

Well, how do you know he's all right when you ain't even examined him?

I've seen him from a distance.

You tellin' me that if my innards was a-achin' me somethin' awful

and I had chilblains down to my boots

that you could eyeball me from clean down yonder

and tell me what is wrong with me?

Are your innards aching you something awful now?

- Well, no, but... - You got chilblains in your boots?

Well, of course I ain't.

Well, you see? Wasn't any use examining you.

- Howdy, Sam. - Hi, Festus.

- I heard your spurs jingling. - Well, much obliged to you.

How's the job goin', Eric?

- All right. - Better than all right, Festus.

Is that right? Well, that there's real good, Eric.

You know, them friends of yours are doin' plumb fine out at the Hale farm.

I just went out yonder and saw both of 'em.

You think I could get some time off to visit 'em?

Why, sure, Eric.

Tell Louie I said you could ride my horse.

And, here, take this as an advance on your salary.

Five dollars?

Well, you may wanna buy a new shirt, pair of breeches, whatever.

You can pay it back a little at a time.

Money and a horse. I could just keep going, couldn't I?

Except I think you're smarter than that.

Once you start running, you can't stop.

Now, if you wanna buy something,

you better get over there before them stores are closed.

He just don't trust what a fella says worth a hoot, does he?

Well, I think he'll come around all right.

Hi, Louie.

Sam said I could borrow his horse.

All right, Eric. That's his saddle.

Bought myself some new clothes.

Eric.

I'm sick, Eric.

I've had these spells before.

If I could just have a swallow of whiskey...

Please, Eric. You could do it.

Sam wouldn't notice if you took a bottle, and paid for it, I mean.

You got it real bad, huh?

I can't, Louie. I'm sorry.

The way I see it, those people out there are friends of yours.

If they don't want you to have a drink, I sure can't give you one.

Thee are both good workers.

Look at them blisters.

Thy hands will heal and then they'll callous,

and God will recognize thee as a man who earns his own bread.

Do not all the Lord's works start with a pain and tenderness?

A child, a new colt.

And think then of the plants.

A new white shoot pushing through rocks, seeking the light,

until one day, standing proud and sure,

a great tree, tested by God's wind.

The Lord be with thee.

If I have to listen to any more of that gospel of his, I'm gonna be sick.

Oh, don't be mad, Billy. He don't mean nothin' by it.

Besides, it's kind of pretty the way he says things.

Maybe I should have gone to church with 'em. Bet he would have liked that.

Looks like you boys been laboring.

Hey, Eric! You sure look fine.

- Shuffles. - How'd you get all this?

Oh, got a little advance on my wages.

Horse here belongs to Sam, the bartender.

You sure do look good, Eric. I never seen you look so good.

Well, you don't took so bad yourself, Shuffles, all brown and healthy-lookin'.

When you two get finished admiring each other,

maybe you can tell me when we're gonna get out of here.

Don't worry about it. There ain't no hurry.

There ain't no hurry?

Look, you're in town, where there's people and booze and girls.

I'm stuck out here on this lousy piece of dirt

working up blisters 18 hours a day with only limp-brain for company.

Don't call him that.

Eric, you owe me.

I was for breaking from that jail three months ago.

But you said wait. You said we'd angle for probation first.

Three months you had me smilin' and bowin' and lickin' everybody's boots.

You said we'd do it the smart way.

Look, if we just run out of here,

they'll have us back in 48 hours, and you know it.

We have to get guns, we have to get a horse. Most of all we need money.

That's right, Eric. We need money.

And there ain't no money here, 'cause I looked.

I've been through every room in that house with a fine-tooth comb.

But there's plenty of money in that saloon where you're working.

- I know. I seen it. - That's better.

I kind of figured that was why you wrangled yourself a job there.

I didn't wrangle that job. They gave it to me.

Why?

I don't know. Just to give me a chance, I guess.

- You going soft on me? - I'm not going soft.

You better start thinking, and fast, 'cause one thing I ain't doing,

and that's putting in much more time in this place.

All right, all right. We'll talk about it.

Hey, Eric, do you wanna see where I been workin'?

Mr. Hale gave me a whole piece of land just to myself.

- Sure, Shuffles, come on. - OK, tread over.

You may not realize, it, Eric, but you're learning a trade working here.

I don't intend to be no barkeep.

It goes further than that.

Start tending bar and with a bit of luck

you could wind up owning a place like this.

I sure don't understand you, what makes you care what happens to me.

Out nearly a week.

I'd have guessed that you had a rope picked out for yourself by this time.

- Just like your daddy. - We're closed, Tilden.

Well, I need a drink.

You know, something to kill the stink of convicts.

You know, I kind of missed you, boy.

How long do you figure it'll be before you're back?

What's the matter with you, Tilden, huh? What have you got against me?

- I never did anything to you. - Well, not to me.

But I was a guard up there before they made me a county officer,

and I watched you three

the night before they found the old warden with his head bashed in.

Tilden, none of us know who did that.

Do you think Judge Brooker'd let us out if he thought we'd killed somebody?

I just wish he'd given me five minutes alone with you.

I guarantee I could have told him who did it.

No, you couldn't, because there's nothing to tell.

Look, Tilden, you've been after me ever since you found out I was Tabray's son.

All right, my father killed somebody. Now, will you leave it at that, please?

You know, you're gonna end up swinging your legs

just like your father one of these days,

neither of you worth the price of the rope.

Don't talk about him. He's dead and gone.

- Frying now, right where he belongs. - I said I didn't want him talked about!

I hear he didn't die easy. Real gooburt.

You know, boy, if I had to deal with garbage like your father...

That's enough. Get off of him, Eric.

Who started this?

Boy, you just spit the wrong way, you look over your shoulder,

'cause I'm gonna be there.

- Who started this, Eric? - Why do you bother asking?

I'm seeing the judge, boy. You're going back right where you belong.

Was it you that started this, Tilden?

Look, I don't have to answer to you, Marshal. He hit me first!

Well, Eric, that never settles anything.

You taking me off probation?

I don't know. That'll be up to the judge.

Did you jump Tilden?

Yeah, I jumped him.

Well, I'm sure he probably gave you good reason to,

but let me give you a piece of advice.

Next time something like that happens, come to me with it.

Eric? Look, Eric.

Will you leave me alone?

I'm up to here with your good deeds.

- I'm just trying to help you. - Why?

Nobody offers help without wanting something.

- That's not true. - What do you get out of this, huh?

I guess someday, Eric, you're gonna have to make a choice.

To believe in people or end up the way your father did.

Mr. Hale! Mrs. Hale! Come look!

- What is it, my son? - Well, here, the corn. It's comin' up!

Well, so it is. Thee have tended it well.

It's just like you said.

See how that little sprout there pushed that big clod out of the way?

May I see thy hands?

What? Oh.

- Do they hurt thee? - Well, no. No, they don't hurt at all.

They have grown strong and calloused.

The Lord has looked upon thee

and seen how thy love to work in his good earth.

Just like you said it would be.

I mean, the corn comin' up and my hands gettin' hard.

Thee are a good lad, Claude.

Thee will be a fine farmer someday.

I hope so, Mrs. Hale, I really do.

Is that thy friend coming there?

He's lucky. He gets to ride that horse any time he wants.

Well, it may be that he earned the right.

What about us?

I think we earned the right to maybe ride into town now and then.

Yes, thee has.

Thee may feel free to use my horses whenever thee wish it.

Thank you.

Hey, my corn come up, Eric.

- Can you get away tonight? - Sure. But why?

- We're robbing the Long Branch. - Now you're talkin'.

Sam closes up. He puts the day's business in the safe.

We're moving in before he gets to that safe.

We'll be there. Just name the time.

One o'clock. But not him. Just you.

Eric, that ain't fair. You said we'd stay together.

I don't care what I said.

Shuffles, you like this farm. You like these people.

- You belong here and you're gonna stay. - Eric...

After we get the money, you bring it back here and hide it.

When it's all forgotten, we'll move south.

Sounds all right. What about you?

That marshal's gonna put the blame on you right off.

No, I'm sleeping in the livery with an old drunk in the next room.

I'll fix it so he has to say I was in my bunk all night.

Wish you'd let me come, Eric.

Shuffles, you belong here. I told you that.

And I don't want you to get in any more trouble.

Now, one o'clock, behind the Long Branch, and don't be late.

Eric?

I'm sorry, Sam. I... just felt a little funny there.

I guess I got too much sun today.

Well, you better take the rest of the night off.

- Oh, no, no, it's too busy. - I'll manage.

- All right. I'm sorry, Sam. - Don't worry about it.

Just take that apron off and get out of here. Go on, now.

That's a good boy.

You drink lots of that,

and when you get bigger, you can keep the mice out this place.

All right?

Louie.

Hello, Eric. Eric, look what I found.

Yeah, I see.

How come you're home so early?

Oh, I wasn't feeling too well. Sam let me off.

Better get to bed, then.

Yeah, I will.

Sure is a cute little thing, isn't he?

I'm gonna keep him, Eric.

Figure him and me are a little bit alike.

Both a little bit lost.

- Still having trouble, huh? - Guess I will for a long time.

But you know something, Eric?

Today's the first day I really got a feelin' I might be able to lick it.

I'm glad to hear that, Louie.

The way you were hurting was beginning to get to me.

I'm sorry, Eric. Didn't mean to get you involved.

No, no, it's not that. It's just that...

Well, I... You got a bottle.

- Louie... - I kind of proved I can do without it.

I mean, well, I been off it over a week now.

Maybe...

Maybe if I just took a sip, that'd prove I really don't need it.

Just one sip.

Just one sip and I'll leave it alone for good.

- Forget it, Louie. It was a lousy idea. - Eric.

Eric, it isn't fair, Eric. You got it right there in your pocket.

Just one sip, please.

Please, Eric.

Psst!

- What's he doing here? - Raised such a stink, I had to bring him.

Eric, you promised we'd stick together.

All right, all right. There's no time for that now.

Sam just closed up.

He should be bringing that money back to the office any minute now.

I told you I didn't want him hurt.

Ain't hit that hard. Get him tied.

Any more around loose?

There might be some in the other room.

I hope he ain't hurt bad, Eric.

No, he's gonna be all right.

Let's get.

Louie?

Louie?

Oh, Louie.

You was doing so good too.

Louie?

- Louie? - Huh? Huh?

Where'd you get the bottle at, Louie?

Bottle?

Never mind.

Now, you gotta gather yourself up,

'cause I gotta ask you somethin' important.

Louie, there's been a robbery at the Long Branch.

Robbery?

Louie, did you see Eric come in tonight?

Eric?

Yeah. Went to bed before I did.

Wasn't feelin' well.

- Louie... - Hmm?

Did Eric bring you this here bottle?

No, he's a good boy.

Wouldn't do anything bad.

Wasn't feelin' well.

Went to bed.

Went to bed...

Here, Sam, drink some of this.

- Thanks, Miss Kitty. - How is it, Doc?

He got a pretty good thump here on the head,

but old Sam's pretty tough.

I don't think it's gonna slow him down much.

We lost almost $400, Miss Kitty.

Well, we're not gonna worry about that.

You're all right, and that's what counts.

Appears like Louie kind of backslid on us, Miss Kitty.

- Oh, no. - Yeah.

I could just barely get him to talk to me at all.

I kind of figured maybe Eric might have took him a bottle, you know,

but Louie said that Eric come back a-feelin' bad and went to bed early.

That's true, Festus.

He nearly fainted in the bar early tonight and I sent him home.

Well, he was a-sleepin' when I looked in on him, so I didn't bother him none.

Are you sure you can't recollect nothin' else at all, Sam?

I... I'm sorry, Festus.

Sam, I want you to take two of those every three hours.

They'll relieve your headache, help you get a little sleep too.

I'm gonna ride out to Frank Wright's place now.

I'll drop by in the morning and see you.

- Thanks for coming over, Doc. - Don't mention it.

Thank you, Doc.

Sam, if you was to recollect anything else,

I'd sure appreciate if you'd let me know.

Sure, Festus.

I think I'll get a telegraph off to Matthew.

He just might wanna get back here by mornin'

and check into this thing his own self.

- Thanks, Festus. - You betcha, Miss Kitty.

Morning, bartender.

Heard you had a bit of trouble last night.

- A little. - How much you lose?

Mister, I can't see where that's any of your business.

Well, maybe you're right, but that kid who was working here is my business.

I'll bet you ten to one it was him who took the money.

Him and those other two smart-mouths out at the Hale farm.

If you'll take a little advice from me, you'll stay out of it,

because you start pushing those kids around

and Marshal Dillon's gonna have your hide.

As long as those kids are on probation, they're my responsibility.

They took the money.

And they'll show their hand sooner or later.

- Morning, Sam. - Eric.

- How you feelin' this morning? - Oh, a lot better, thank you.

Whatever it was, a night's sleep seemed to take care of it.

Except you didn't sleep much, did you, Eric?

- What do you mean? - You know what I mean.

You were back here last night, you and your two friends.

Sam, I don't know what you're talking about.

I want that money back, Eric.

- What money? - No one else knows you took it.

I figured if I talked to you first, it'd be called a mistake all around

and no one the worse off except for my headache.

Now, wait a minute. You're just guessing that I took that.

You got no proof we had anything to do with it.

It's no good, Eric. I saw you.

I came to as the three of you were going through that window.

- What are you gonna do? - I already told you.

You return the money, nothing.

We'll just find it in the storeroom

where it was dropped by the thieves when they were scared off.

I don't understand. Why would you wanna cover up for me?

Well, maybe I just see a little of you in myself a long time ago.

Kid standing in the street looking a little lost the way you looked.

I did some things I wasn't too proud of when I was your age, Eric.

In fact, I was faced with some jail time.

And a small-town marshal took a long hard took at me,

unlocked my handcuffs, sent me on my way.

And, you know, for a long time I tried to figure out why he did that

instead of putting me in jail.

Why?

Well, when you get a little older,

you'll come to find out that people look at people,

and sometimes a man holds out a helping hand and it works.

In your case, I figured it was worth a try.

Is that all you're gonna say to me?

Except I'm leaving the choice up to you.

Eric, you won't believe it. We got close to $400.

- Keep your voice down, will you? - It's all right. They're at church.

There ain't nobody here but us. Come and see.

- Where'd you get that gun? - Took it from under the bar.

Figured it might come in handy. Look.

The barkeep knows it was us.

You mean the law's coming?

No. No, Sam just wants the money back.

- He ain't tellin' on us? - Well, he hasn't so far.

He said he wouldn't.

- You believe that? - I don't know what to believe.

- That barkeep got proof? - He says he saw us leaving.

He couldn't. He was out cold.

He's just tricking you into giving it up,

and locking the cell door behind you, minute you show up with the money.

I don't think so. I don't think Sam's that kind of man.

You don't see what they're doing? They can't prove nothin'.

So they want us to convict ourselves. We gotta get out of here right now.

Could be a mistake running, Billy, a big mistake.

Could be five years in jail if we don't.

Eric, we can't take a chance on that barkeep.

All right, saddle up.

- Mr. Gideon. - Marshal. Festus.

- Boys around? - No, they're not, Marshal.

But there's no reason for concern.

I gave them permission to ride into town any time they wished.

Well, how long have they been gone?

They were gone when we came back from church.

Thank you.

Evening.

We're just out for a ride, Tilden.

Sure. Told we could use these horses any time.

Yeah, well, now, you boys must have made a mistake.

You see, the county line's behind you.

So?

So that means the moment you crossed over it, you lost your probation.

And that Long Branch money you got in your saddlebag,

that says that you got another five-year jail term added on now, huh?

Huh! I knew all I had to do was just give you a little rope.

Now, get off those horses.

Is he dead, Eric?

If he ain't, he's gonna be.

- Are you crazy? - Look, we shot a lawman.

They find us now, it ain't five years, it's the rope!

He's alive. Now, put that gun away.

- It's him or us. - We're not killing anybody.

We got no choice.

We only got one choice and that's to get this man to a doctor.

We got horses and a clear trail south.

No.

Let go of me!

I told you, there ain't gonna be no killing.

All right, that's enough. Hold it right there.

Now, get up.

Drop the gun.

You stuck a rope around our necks if he dies.

We gotta get him to Doc quick, Matthew.

All right, now, you boys are going back to Dodge City with no nonsense.

Give him a hand, Eric.

Get mounted.

Another bullet in me was an answer for him.

- What was it for you? - I'm not sure.

Maybe you just needed a helping hand.

There they are, Eric.

Marshal said I could come over.

I guess with a year in prison facing me, it's a little late to say thank you.

But I do say it, Sam, Miss Russell.

It's never too late to say thank you.

She's right, Eric. And a year's not forever.

No, sir. I figure I get off pretty easy considering what a fool I've been.

Well, goodbye, Sam, ma'am.

Eric.

Louie.

Sarsaparilla. I got a new record.

Nine days, and in here.

Goodbye, Louie.

- Marshal. - Good luck, Eric.

Thank you.

- Ready to go, Eric? - All set.

What happened to the other two boys, Matt?

Well, the one they call Shuffles is gonna be allowed to go back to the farm.

The judge seemed to feel that he did what he did

out of a kind of a sense of loyalty for the other two.

And Billy?

Well, he's back in jail, Sam.

You know, I don't think there's much that anybody's ever gonna be able to do

for Billy Clarke or his kind.

It's a darn shame.

You know, there's still something puzzling me about all this.

Sam, how come you stuck your neck out so far for that boy?

Well, I guess because somebody once stuck their neck out for me, Miss Kitty.

I'm just trying to pass it on.