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Good night, boys.

Well, it's about that time, Randy.

I'm ready to close.

Oh, yeah. Sure, Sam.

"The Outlaw of Hangman's Gulch."

It's real exciting, Sam.

I'm sure it is.

You want the loan of it when I'm finished?

I'll tell you, Randy,

running a saloon bar gives me all the excitement I need.

Yeah, I guess.

Good night, Sam.

Randy.

What are you staring at, boy?

Nothin'.

N-Nothin'.

"Vance Jessop.

Famous gunfighter known to have killed at least 15 men."

Yeah. You know me, all right.

You hero-worshippers.

You're getting to be more dangerous than the law.

You're like a bunch of cockroaches. You're all over.

Well, what are we gonna do about this?

These books and reading.

You know what I gotta do about you.

I'm sorry, boy.

But I gotta make sure about you.

Boy.

We can make a deal.

I can tie you up.

It'll give me a chance to get out of town.

Van... Vance Jessop. I recognized him.

Vance Jessop?

That's who it is, all right.

- Sam, what happened? - What's the shooting for?

Randy Gogan just killed Vance Jessop.

Randy Gogan just killed Vance Jessop!

Vance Jessop's dead!

Tried... Tried to kill me.

That gun... killed 15 men.

Randy Gogan, we're waiting for you to tell us about shooting Vance Jessop.

Hey, Randy! Come on out here, gunfighter.

I wish... wish they'd just go away.

They're proud of you, Randy.

Whole town's talking about how brave you were to face that man.

And you were brave.

What's the matter?

Why don't they leave me alone?

I got a lot of work to do.

Oh, would you stop behaving like you're gonna have a tooth pulled?

Now, why don't you, um, change into a clean shirt and comb your hair?

- Why? - Never mind.

Just do as you're told.

Go on.

Folks, I want you all to hear this.

Shh. Quiet down. Shh.

Randy, open up. It's Mr. Burke.

- Randy... - There. Looks much better.

Well, go on out. They're all waiting for you.

What for?

They won't bite you. They're proud of you.

Randy, I'm proud of you, too.

- Hi, Randy. - Tell us how you shot him, Randy.

- Were you scared? - He as fast as they say? Tell us, Randy.

All right, now you kids quiet down, or I'll run you out of here.

Folks, I just got this telegram here from the head office in St. Louis.

"Please extend my personal gratitude

to our employee Mr. Randall Grogan."

"On his bravery and loyalty

in protecting the valuable shipment entrusted to us

by the Chicago Diamond Exchange.

His exemplary action will not be forgotten

when he has served his apprenticeship

and is ready to take his first step up the promotion ladder."

Signed DeWitt T. Graystock, President.

Well, Randy, don't you think the folks deserve a little speech?

How about it, folks?

- Come on! - Come on, Randy!

All right, Randy!

What's the matter with him?

He just isn't used to so much attention. He doesn't mean to be rude.

All right, folks. Come on. Let's break it up. Break it up.

Come on, kids, let's go home.

Matthew?

Matthew: Why, that's Wade Pascoe.

That's him, all right.

What do you reckon be bringing him into Dodge?

Well, I'll tell you, we're gonna have a lot of visitors

for that turkey shoot Saturday.

But him we better keep a special eye on.

Randy, it's Mr. Burke.

Open up. Randy?

Uh, Mr. Gogan?

Now, Randy, I want you to cooperate with this gentleman.

Uh, thank you, Mr. Burke.

I trust you'll forgive the intrusion, Mr. Gogan.

Now, Randy, this is your chance to get wrote up in a big city newspaper.

If you don't mind, sir, I'll speak to the young gentleman alone.

Uh, please.

All right, well, I'll be in the office if you need me.

Fine.

I, uh, was passing through town this morning

when I heard of your encounter with Vance Jessop.

That must have been quite an ordeal for you.

Sorta.

I'm a man of few words, so I'll come directly to the point, Mr. Gogan.

I am prepared to add another $100 to that reward money

for the exclusive rights to your story.

No, I don't... I don't wanna be made a hero in no newspaper.

No, no.

I promise I will not use that, uh, clichéd word "hero."

I, uh, think I know your trouble, young man.

You can't remember what happened.

No, I mean no offense.

Well, that sometimes happens when a man,

particularly a very young and inexperienced man,

is suddenly put under extreme stress.

I just... I just wanna be left alone.

Well, now, wanted or not, you're public property now, Randall.

Now, you'll frustrate the public's curiosity.

They're gonna make your life intolerable.

A moment ago... Just a moment ago,

I heard the first words of doubt cast about you.

I don't... I don't care about that.

The jealous ones, the envious ones,

they're gonna make up their own story unless you preempt them.

- Randall, um... - Randy.

Every detail we need's in your mind.

We just have to search a little.

Now, from the beginning.

Let's see now.

From the beginning.

Let's see now. You were in your room here.

Yes. You were in your room here.

Then you... you heard a noise.

You turned.

There he was. Vance Jessop.

The infamous killer.

You recognized him instantly, right?

No.

What do you mean, no?

No, it was in the... in the alley. That's where I first saw him.

But you did recognize him.

Yeah, I figure I... I did.

And I ran.

You ran?

Yeah.

Out back here to check the magazines.

- Check his picture. - No, no, no.

You mean you rushed to your room to make certain of your identification, right?

- I guess. - Right. Now, he followed you.

But you were ready for him.

Well, he busted in on me.

You were prepared to face Vance Jessop.

Your gun was ready.

No.

Uh, the gun was in the desk.

It's Mr. Burke's gun.

That's an unimportant detail, Randall.

He busted in on me, and I got scared.

And he shot at me through the pillow.

And then I ran through that door to get away.

He shot at you and you ran?

Yeah.

- Randall. - Uh, Randy.

Randall,

your memory's playing tricks on you.

Well, now, if Vance Jessop shot at you from point-blank range,

you'd be dead.

You'd be dead.

So now, that can't be the way it happened, now, can it?

No.

Yeah. Yeah, that's exac...

We'll take your first answer as being correct, Randall.

Now, let's... let's go back.

Let's go back and see if we can reconstruct

what actually did happen.

Now...

we've already established that you had a gun out there.

Handy to protect that, uh,

that shipment of diamonds that was in the safe.

Mr. Burke, he doesn't tell me what's in the safe.

Whether Mr. Burke actually mentioned the diamonds or not is unimportant.

The pertinent fact is that you were fully aware of that safe.

Now, isn't that right?

- Oh, sure. - Oh, exactly. Exactly.

Now, what was your first thought?

- Uh, well, I, uh... - To protect those diamonds.

Huh?

So there you were.

Facing a notorious killer.

Him watching you like a rattlesnake,

ready to strike.

But you had to divert his attention

for one split second.

Just long enough

to get through that door...

and out there to your weapon in the desk drawer.

Am I correct?

Of course I am.

It's all coming back to you now, isn't it, Randall?

It's all coming back.

I'm still saying that freight boy

ain't telling all he knows 'cause he don't dare.

You saying Jessop shot himself?

I'm just saying there's something funny about it. That's all I'm saying.

Did you say Jessop?

Vance Jessop?

Freight boy shot him last night.

- Shootout. - Sam: I was right there.

I saw Randy standing over the body with a gun in his hand,

and it wasn't a back-shoot, it was straight-on.

There ain't nobody ever met Vance Jessop straight-on and lived to tell it.

Randy Gogan did.

You're the barkeep here, ain't ya?

That's right.

Then do what you get paid to do and put a bottle up here.

Newly, you was there. How'd it look to you?

I don't know what all the argument's about.

Randy shot Vance Jessop. Ain't no question about it.

You see all of it?

Nobody saw it, but that don't change the fact.

If you didn't see it,

I say it didn't happen.

Not head-on.

Ain't you Wade Pascoe?

That's right.

I remember reading about you having a run-in with Vance Jessop

about two years ago in El Paso.

Didn't come to much. Standoff.

You better stay away from Randy, Mr. Pascoe.

He don't settle for no standoffs.

What's the point in stirring up trouble, Jacobi?

I was only spoofin'.

You know, it might not be so strange

that, uh, Randy did out-gun Vance Jessop.

I remember Dodge Day this time last year,

and they had the quick-drawing shoot contest.

He came in second, didn't he?

Piece of luck.

I'm not so sure.

Now, Randy liked to practice drawing.

Well, Burke says he walked in on him in his room plenty of times

and seen the kid wearing a gun belt,

makin' believe he was facing somebody.

I mean, if you got nothing better to do at night

than to practice a draw,

you got to get pretty sharp.

You figure that's all it takes...

- How fast a man is? - Well, it's sure part of it.

What about facing a man when your hands get sweaty?

That's part of it too, I guess.

Say you got a quick-draw in that turkey shoot?

- That's right. - Got time, can win yourself

a turkey, Mr. Pascoe.

Yeah, I figured on being here a couple of days.

Sam...

I think the less said about Randy being good with a gun, the better.

Well, I didn't mean to get into it that deep, Newly, but...

I just can't see taking anything away from Randy.

I mean, what he did.

Wade Pascoe sticking around for that turkey shoot.

Won't that be something?

Watching Pascoe quick-draw on Randy.

Randy!

Now...

all this agreement says is that you've given me your true story

and you will not talk to any other newspapermen.

I agree to pay you the sum of $100 when my publisher prints it.

Now, just sign it right there, Randall.

You won't regret this. No, sir.

Big things can come from a story like this.

- What big things? - Well, we'll talk about that later.

Now, what happened to Jessop's gun?

I don't know.

Well, you ought to have it.

Why would I want his gun?

Because it's yours by right of conquest.

And it's almost a legend.

A very special weapon.

Randall...

who has a better right to Vance Jessop's gun?

Huh?

- Hello, Randy. - Marshal.

Well, I understand you, uh, gave your story to that St. Louis newspaperman.

I'm get... getting money for it.

Well, good.

Uh, what can I do for ya?

Vance Jessop's gun.

I was wondering what happened to it?

Well, the town clerk took over his possessions to pay for his burial.

Do you know who bought his gun?

Well, Newly O'Brien bought it.

- Why? - No reason.

I just wanted to see it.

Well, there it is, Randy.

Just an ordinary, single-action army-model colt.

Doesn't even have fancy grips.

Action's been honed down a little bit,

but otherwise some condition came from the factory in New Jersey.

Doesn't even have any... Have any notches.

They almost never do.

You've been reading too many of them books lately.

You suppose it's true what everybody says about this gun?

What do they say?

- That it's unbeatable. - Unbeatable?

Didn't do too well for Vance Jessop the other night.

Suppose the balance is better maybe?

The winning edge can be in a man's weapon or the confidence he has in it.

I wanna buy the gun, Newly.

Randy, I thought about adding it to my own collection.

No, I want it.

How much?

Well, I paid $30 for it, but first tell me why you want it.

I... I just want it.

Who has a better right to own this gun than me, Newly?

I guess no one.

Well, sir, that is quite a contraption.

Yes, sir. That's for the quick-draw contest.

Hey, you that newspaper fella, ain't ya?

- Uh, Pendleton? - Same.

I understand the quick-draw is your most popular event.

Oh, brings gun hands like flies to the honey pot.

Saw Wade Pascoe in the Long Branch just today.

Wade Pascoe.

From Texas, uh, you know,

cutting himself a big reputation down that way.

Indeed.

I suppose you'll shoot from about the end of the table there.

It looks, uh, awfully close to the targets.

Takes a good hand to fast-draw and get hits at 30 feet.

Only got three seconds to do it in.

That's odd.

My eye judges the distance to be about, uh...

It's 30 feet, Mr. Pendleton. Right to the inch.

30 feet, Randall.

Now, I want you to imagine a string stretching from the end of your gun

to those targets.

A 30-foot string. Not 29, not 31, but exactly 30 feet.

I'm... I'm still not sure about entering this turkey shoot, Mr. Pendleton.

People'll be saying that I'm trying to show off.

Oh, but you must enter.

And you must win.

If you don't, your friends in Dodge will always say that story

you told me about Vance Jessop was a lie.

And you're going to win it against Wade Pascoe.

Oh, nobody could beat him at shooting.

You are going to.

Now, I want you to toe that mark,

draw your gun, and fire all six bullets.

All six of 'em.

Wa... Wade Pascoe'd hit all six.

Yeah.

Put that elbow down. Reload.

I'm gonna share a little secret with you, Randall.

Now, practice is a gunfighter's secret.

But another is to practice from a measured distance.

And when they face a man,

they either move in or back,

looking for that extra edge

of always firing from the same exact distance.

Now, Mr. Pascoe never faces a man from 30 feet.

His favorite distance would probably be,

oh, 80, 90 feet.

And you'd be a little surprised

to find he's not all that accurate at 30 feet.

Now, you are going to try again.

But this time with the confidence

that all week long

you are going to be firing at this exact distance.

30 feet.

All right, now, draw your gun, fire twice this time.

Look at that gun.

Look at the gun.

That gun, Randall, is a magic weapon.

It's Vance Jessop's gun.

Never beaten.

And from a distance of 30 feet,

it is never going to miss.

Now, you're gonna practice.

Oh, you're gonna practice till your hand is raw

and your eyes are bloodshot.

And you're gonna keep saying to yourself

you are firing a gun that can't be beat.

You are firing a gun...

that can't be beat.

- You are firing a gun... - A gun...

- that can't be beat. - That can't be beat.

Fire!

Sorry, gentlemen. Three out of six is still the top score.

Mr. Henderson's high man.

All right, who's next?

All right, step on up. Same rules.

Have you fired yet, Mr. Pascoe?

Nope. I'm waitin' for that freight boy of yours.

Pendleton: Well, it should be very interesting.

Tell me, what are you getting from pushing that kid along?

Oh, let's just say I'm a man with a finger in many pies.

Many pies.

Go!

That's it. Come on, Joseph.

Hustle it, Aaron. You're falling behind.

Come on, keep moving. Keep moving. Go on.

That Wade Pascoe over yonder.

Matthew, look, a gun hand ain't got no business busting in here.

Well, it's an open contest, Festus.

He's welcome as long as he behaves himself.

Talking 'bout contests, Matthew. Excuse me.

All right, kids, come on. Here come the pies. Get ready now.

Now, remember. Remember the rules.

You're gonna have five minutes to eat everything you can.

Now, get all... Wait a minute.

Hold on. Hold on here.

Festus, what in thunder you doing here anyway?

Well, I just entered this here contest, Doc.

You ought to be ashamed of yourself. Competing against little kids.

Oh, I ain't competing against the young'uns.

I ain't fixin' to walk off with no turkey or nothin' like that.

Well, what in thunder are you doing here in the first place?

Well, I'm just wondering how I'd do, that's all.

See, I ain't never been in no pie-eating contest in my whole life.

Don't you see?

Yeah, I see. You bet I see.

All right, you obey the rules.

Now, that goes for all of ya.

Remember the rules.

Gonna have five minutes. Get your hands behind your back.

Get ready. Get set.

Go!

Wait a minute. Hold on here.

Back up the train here, Festus.

You're cheatin'. Get your hands behind your back.

Go on, Tommy.

Hurry up! They're ahead, Tommy.

That's it.

Come on, Mary!

Get right in the middle of it!

Randy, are you in there?

Randy: Come on in.

Listen, I just heard that newspaperman talking down the street.

I don't understand what he...

Somethin'... somethin' wrong with the way I'm lookin'?

No.

How much did you spend? Is there any of the reward money left?

Mr. Pendleton paid for this outfit.

Why?

You don't... you don't tell nobody yet, but, uh...

it's the way I'm gonna dress when I go up on the stage,

- shoot for money. - The stage?

Well, that's what I been doing every day.

Mr. Pendleton.

Practicing shooting.

He's gonna put me in a wild west show.

He and some other man back east.

- Yeah, but the stage... - I can do it.

I can.

I'm gonna make 50 a week.

I'll be known as Randy Gogan, the Dodge Giant Killer.

Oh, Randy.

Gonna be doing a lot of traveling around.

Mr. Pendleton says maybe even foreign countries.

If you're gonna be leavin', uh, what about me?

Well, I... I have to be makin' some money first.

Then we can talk about that.

All right, it's about over. Go as fast as you can.

Eat as much as you can right now.

Gotta hurry up. It's about over.

Time! There ya are. That's all. Stop.

Now...

now we're gonna find out who the winner is.

Hey, I never saw such a bunch of pie-eaters.

You're all... Oh, that's marvelous.

Oh, well, there's no doubt about it.

Right here's the champion. Look at that.

Tommy, you're the champ.

Doc, I ate more pie than he did.

No, you didn't. It's all on your face.

Come on, Tommy.

We're gonna pick you out a great big nice turkey.

First prize.

You ain't fixin' to eat no more of your pie, are ya?

Much obliged.

Well, now, who's that big, bad man in black?

Hey, maybe it's Wild Bill Hickok.

You look fine, Randall. Just fine.

There's three contestants left, Randy. You, Burke, and Pascoe.

Well, I don't think I stand a chance, Randy.

- Good luck, Mr. Burke. - Thank you.

- All right, you all set? - Yeah.

- Newly: Same rules. Three seconds. - I'm ready.

All right.

Now!

Five hits for Randy. A new top score for the day.

My chance coming up?

You're supposed to be the last shooter, Pascoe.

Why don't we, uh, fire together, freight boy?

Oh, I just... I just did, Mr. Pascoe.

Well, go ahead and reload.

In case we tie, we can keep on going.

Well, that's it. It's Mr. Pascoe against Randy Gogan.

All right, y'all set?

Randy?

Yeah, I... I'm ready.

- Pascoe? - Let 'er go.

Now!

Six to five! Randy Gogan's the top score of the day.

Excellent, Randall.

I think we can move forward with our plans now.

You were very... you were very good, too, Mr. Pascoe.

"Good, too"?

Yeah.

Those bottles weren't shootin' back at you, boy.

Oh, yeah, I... I know they weren't.

I'm buying Mr. Gogan the first round.

Everyone have the first round on me.

Take it to the Long Branch there, folks.

Randy.

Some sour tongues figure you lucked out with Jessop.

But you could take anybody. You proved it.

The best, gentlemen. There's no doubt about that now.

Where'd you learn to shoot, Randy?

Jessop's gun, there's something kinda spooky about it, right, kid?

Randy, could I take a close look at it?

That's a gun.

Pascoe: I'll give you $50 for it, kid.

What's the matter? That not enough?

The gun, Mr. Pascoe, is not for sale.

I don't rightly believe anybody asked you.

Well, kid?

I don't wa... I don't wanna sell it, Mr. Pascoe.

Don't like the way I look?

- That it? - No.

That's what I thought.

N-No, I meant I didn't wanna sell it.

What's wrong with the way I look?

This is a friendly celebration, Mr. Pascoe.

You know, I surely admire you, freight boy.

Fancy new duds and all.

Question is, are you what you claim?

Or were you invented by that newspaper fella there?

He can't talk to you like that, Randy.

You just stand right there, Randall.

Look at your friends, kid.

Second ago you were a big hero.

Now they're wondering if I'm right.

There's only one way to convince 'em.

- I'm betting on you, Randy. - Don't be stupid, Randy.

Pascoe: No, he ain't stupid.

He's real smart.

Except he's gonna say he's a liar and a coward.

Now your friends are waiting for you, boy.

Step out.

Or say you're a liar and you're scared of me.

Loud. So everybody can hear you.

Randall is, uh, neither a liar nor a coward, Mr. Pascoe.

But this is hardly the, uh, time or the place.

Pascoe.

Get out of Dodge. Tonight.

Freight boy, I'll let you know when and where.

Well, you cow town folks do manage

a little excitement now and then, don't ya?

Pendleton, let me tell ya something.

Whatever excitement we have around this town,

we like to make it ourselves.

We don't want it manufactured by some outsider

who thinks that gun-fighting is a party game.

Is that clear?

Clear.

- Good evening, Mr. Pascoe. - What do you want?

I've invested a great deal of time in Randall Gogan.

You've complicated things.

Now, what's that supposed to mean?

I should like this element of doubt between the two of you resolved.

I'd also like to shake up a certain U.S. Marshal who seems to have it in

for both you and me.

I'm leavin' town. I've been told.

Oh, by all means, do so, but the boy will face you, Mr. Pascoe.

This I promise.

Now, he may need a little pushing.

He has many peace-loving influences to overcome.

His girl. Certain citizens in Dodge. His own natural fear of death.

Get to the point.

I propose to do the pushing. Wait in Four Corners.

In due course, I'll wire you the time and the place.

Why are you doing this?

I have a certain very lucrative plan for Randall.

Can't be realized as long as there's a shadow of a doubt

he is the best gun alive.

Yeah? Suppose I kill him?

In that case, you and I will have a very profitable discussion.

Such as your becoming quite rich, quite famous,

staying in the best hotels,

your head on a soft pillow instead of a saddle.

Yeah? Go on.

I thought you might say that.

"Gogan, I'm waiting. P."

Yeah, that's Pascoe, all right.

Randy don't even work here anymore.

Said he's giving up his room at the end of the week.

Quit me cold.

Said he's gonna spend the rest of his time practicing shooting.

And now this.

Oh, fiddle, Burke.

This coulda been just some kids' prank.

Yeah, well, how am I gonna scrub that off?

Oh, well.

Randy Gogan can't ignore that.

He sure can't.

Good evening, Randall.

Mr. Pendleton.

I'm afraid I'm going to have to wire my booking agent friend

that the... tour is off.

You mean... mean we're not going back east like we planned?

A thing like this can't be kept quiet.

Word's already spreading you've backed away from a challenge.

But I... but I quit my job.

I... I quit Mr. Burke.

Now, if I took you on tour now, you'd just be hooted down

as the coward who ran out on Wade Pascoe.

But I didn't run.

That depends on the interpretation.

Now, I'm sorry, Randall.

I've done you a grave disservice.

No.

You gave me a chance.

I can't advise you, Randall.

I can only give you the facts. What you make of 'em is up to you.

Good day.

Pascoe!

Pascoe!

I'm waitin' for you, Pascoe!

Come out!

Come on out, Pascoe!

I'm waitin'!

I'm waitin'! I'm...

Pascoe!

I'm waitin'!

Pascoe!

Festus: Boy's just plain ol' drunk, Matthew.

Matthew: Yeah, get him over to the jail, let him sleep it off.

All right, come on. Get ahold of him.

- Help me out here. - Pascoe!

Just go, all three of ya.

Pendleton. I'll take the gun.

A very wise precaution, Marshal.

You know, that's the first time in that boy's life he's ever been drunk?

And, of course, you're going to blame me for that.

Where's Wade Pascoe?

I've not seen the gentleman since he left town.

That's not what I asked you.

Marshal, I'm a man who minds his own business.

I find that alone occupies all my waking hours.

Good evening, sir.

Mr. Pendleton.

Mr. Pendleton, uh, me and Jacobi here,

we figure we wouldn't mind seeing it.

Pascoe and Randy meeting, I mean.

Who said they were meeting?

Been talk.

Well, we might come to some sort of an agreement.

I'll need someone to arrange transportation at Garden City

for a few friends I'll have coming in.

- Friends? - Now, what they got to do with it?

Why don't we go up to my room and discuss this over a drink?

Randy, you're gonna have to face Judge Brooker

next time he sets up court in town.

I'm sorry about what I did to the freight office, Marshal.

I'll pay for the damages.

You know, everybody's talking about you accepting Wade Pascoe's challenge.

Is that what you were doing when you shot up the freight office?

No.

I was drunk.

I didn't mean nothin' by it.

Can I have my gun back?

Randy, you ain't got no calls to be wearin' no pistol around town.

- I should have my gun. - What for?

You can't tell if somebody wants to get me for killin' Vance Jessop.

I should have my gun for protection.

No, man, Randall, could be more ready.

The time is tomorrow.

- What? - 9:00 sharp.

You know where the old abandoned weigh station is

between here and Garden City?

Yeah, sure.

- Tomorrow, huh? - 9:00.

Mr. Wade Pascoe will be there.

By nightfall, you and I should be on the stage headed east.

A new life for you.

From being nothing, and I don't mean that in a derogatory sense,

you'll become one of the most acclaimed figures

ever to tread the eastern boards.

- What? - The theater, Randall.

The theater.

Even now, I'm negotiating contracts for appearances at $1,000 each

in Paris and London.

If you should face and defeat Mr. Pascoe.

$1,000?

We'll discuss your share of that later.

Right now, there's a certain detail we should go over.

The legalities involved when two gun hands face each other.

You mean... you mean about the Marshal.

Exactly.

I'll have a couple of witnesses present.

They will swear the winner was the man provoked.

Be an act of self-defense, and technically that'll be the truth.

Now, you be sure to wear your new outfit.

London and Paris, Randall. Paris and London.

Now, that's a far cry from sweeping a freight office floor.

Now, isn't it?

Yeah.

Yeah.

- Stella. - Randy.

I been sorta scared all day, wondering what was happening.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow morning,

at the old number-seven weigh station that they don't use no more.

Wade Pascoe.

He'll be waitin'.

You actually gonna kill another man or get killed yourself?

Now, there's no... There's no way out, Stella.

Wade Pascoe challenged me.

You can just say no.

And I can go back to bein' nothin'?

Randy.

Called it right, you know, Mr. Pendleton.

I'm nothin'.

All I ever have to look forward to is sweepin' for a few pennies.

No schoolin'. I'm nothin'.

That's not true, and you know it.

You were promised a promotion when the time comes.

Yeah, well, that's only a promise, Stella.

And, anyway, it's not that simple. Not anymore.

People are gonna forget about this thing with Vance Jessop and Wade Pascoe.

And I'll... and I'll always wonder how it might have been.

Stella.

Stella, th... this is the only chance

I'm ever liable to get at a decent life.

Now, I can't run from that.

I'm goin'.

Randy, whatever happens... if you love me,

let's... let's do it together.

Matthew, I's just fixin' to go fetch you.

I found this here under the door when I got up this morning.

It's from Stella.

There something I can help you with, Matthew?

No, it's nothing I can't handle, Festus.

You wait here.

Randy.

Morning, Randall.

You... you brought them here to watch?

The witnesses I spoke of.

Few newspaper friends, interested sportsmen.

It's to your advantage to have the results of this confrontation authenticated.

That is, if you win, freight boy.

Now, we'll, uh, toss a coin to, uh...

I-I don't want no people around.

Oh, now, sonny, you gonna drop just as bug-eyed dead no matter who sees.

Some of these people come all the way from St. Louis, Randall.

One is a famous publisher.

Another runs the biggest western carnival in the country.

Get on with it, Pendleton.

We're not paying to see a prayer meeting.

Payin'?

These... these people are paying money to see this?

Well, they, uh, made a token payment to defray certain expenses I've incurred.

- We got most $15 bet on you, Randy. - Be a bottle on us tonight.

What are you waitin' for, Randy?

Get on with it, Pendleton.

Please, ladies and gentlemen, this is a duel of honor.

Things like this cannot be rushed.

Now, as I was saying, we'll toss a coin to determine who takes what place.

Mr. Gogan is the man challenged.

It is therefore traditional he call heads or tails.

It's... it's all over.

The kid's hightailing it.

You're throwing away the opportunity of a lifetime.

Turn around, kid.

That gun you're wearing, I want it.

You got it.

I want it same way you took it off Jessop.

Now, that's the last lead I'll put in the dirt, kid.

I'm gonna count to three.

If'n you ain't turn and set...

One...

Drop your gun belt, Pascoe. You're under arrest.

You're under arrest, too, Pendleton.

On what charge, Marshal?

Arranging for a gunfight, and I'll think of a few other charges.

Well, these two men have simply called each other out.

It is my understanding, as long as there are witnesses...

Shut up. You've said too much already.

All right, drop the gun belt. You, too, Randy.

Pascoe: I was told the kid wanted to meet me.

Now, a man don't break no law when he's callin', Marshal.

What'd he do? Promise you a lot of money in his wild west show?

He promised that to both of us?

I'm not gonna tell you again. Drop the gun belt.

Marshal, you've made a personal thing out of this.

Mr. Pascoe, you have witnesses.

If you'd like to stand up for your rights...

to defend yourself.

You want my gun, Marshal, you gonna have to take it.

Don't be a fool.

Now, Marshal, you and I could have a very profitable...

All right, now you folks saw what you came to see.

Go on home and think about it.

Randy, you shoulda come to me.

I used... used to read about Wade Pascoe, too.

Some... sometimes wishin' I could be him.