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What you gonna do with that crawly thing, son? Eat it?

Gonna be a pet.

Get yourself a dog, boy.

Sign back there said something about water.

Whiskey's 50 cents back in Rosebud.

That's 'cause whiskey ain't scarce in Rosebud.

Out here, water is.

You're pretty cagey for an old corncob.

Gold camps are just...

swarming with hill rats...

digging, scratching...

breaking their backs...

trying to make it rich.

And you're doing it just...

sitting there in that rocking chair.

I dug for that water.

Just like they did for their gold.

Hey!

That ain't no bathwater.

It's drinking water.

Dipperful is 25 cents.

Sweet and cool.

Canteen full is 50 cents.

You heading for the gold camp?

Could be.

I've seen all kinds pass through here.

You ain't no prospector.

Nope.

Hey, mister, that'll be $2.00.

Mister!

Well, let's see now.

Two dippers full at 25 cents each... That's 50 cents.

And, uh, a half a bucket for my horse is another 50 cents.

And a canteen full... That's makes a dollar and a half.

That bath you took will cost you 50 cents extra... $2.00.

You are greedy.

Two dollars or I'll blow you off that horse.

Over $2.00?

Grandpa!

Greedy.

Grandpa!

Grandpa.

Here, Grandpa.

Here, Grandpa.

Ah, thanks, boy.

Grandpa, I best go get somebody.

What you best get is my jug,

- that's what. - But, Grandpa... Now...

if I'm gonna linger a spell...

Lord, I'll make it tolerable.

Go on.

My jug's in... I know where it is, Grandpa.

Lord...

What are we gonna do with Willie?

Good morning, son.

Is something wrong?

Look, son, I'm a law man,

and if something's wrong, maybe I can help ya.

My grandpa's been shot.

Water?

Dollar a bucket.

25 cents for a dip.

Who did this to you?

Stranger.

Was he a man about six-foot-tall riding a bay horse?

That's the one.

You after him?

I've been trailing him more than a week.

Man: I knew it.

You get to know him.

My time's short?

Willie, got my jug?

Here, Grandpa.

Now, you go out and...

water this man's horse, no charge.

Sure, Grandpa.

That's a good boy, Willie.

Been lonely for him out here.

Where's his folks?

His Pa's dead.

Sarah, my daughter, left Willie with me...

about six years back.

Well, where is she now?

She headed out for a place called Table Rock.

Gold camp about... 20 miles or so north.

Marshal...

you take him there?

All right, I'll take him.

Marshal... will you pour me a short one?

You taking me to find my ma?

I'm gonna try, Willie.

Think you'd recognize her if you saw her?

I don't think so. She left me when I was only three.

This is her.

It's old. Took before I was born.

Pretty, ain't she?

Yeah, she sure is.

What's her name?

Sarah.

Sarah Hubbard.

Come on.

Hold on there. Hold on.

My name is Preacher Jones.

What do you want, Preacher?

To make sure that you ain't a-carrying

part of God's good earth

out of them there hills.

No, sir. No, sir.

What's that mean?

Gold dust, brother.

Men have been digging in the Lord's ground,

and spending it on evil ways.

This here's a jackass mail. We're headed for Granite Creek.

Well, uh...

You mean letters?

- That's right. - Sure.

You sure that nobody sprinkled gold dust amongst all them words?

No, no, no. Just... just letters and packages.

For loved ones, Preacher.

Open them packs.

- We ain't opening up... - Uh-uh, United States mail.

Open them packs!

You ain't got no right...

This give me the right!

This give me the right.

Right here.

Somewheres between Matthew and Mark.

Yeah!

Nice going, Preacher! Smooth as butter.

They named you right, Preacher.

All right, brothers. Come on, now, move.

Off the road, come on.

It's lucky for you fellows I wasn't riding shotgun for them jackasses.

The crows would be picking at your eyeballs by now.

Well, hello, Ben, I didn't expect you till later.

Marshal at Dodge kind of put the wind at my back.

Where'd that mail come from?

It come from Table Rock.

Preacher, you ain't got the brains of an ant.

In its glory day, Table Rock didn't see

that many people that could read, let alone write.

It's a ribbon.

- What do you mean? - A fake.

Lift them pant legs.

Get 'em up!

- No, no! - Here.

What you gents hiding there?

Hold still there.

Yahoo!

Next time, we'll undress them first, like Christmas turkeys.

Ha ha! Two of them, full of gold dust.

- Ha ha! - Nothing.

Now, what's wrong?

Whiskey money.

Bean money!

Money to buy us gold watches

and fine breeding horses and women from nowhere

is still up in them hills.

Well, uh, the Lord needs a man to live simple.

If you lived any simpler, Preacher, you'd be running with bears.

Hey, we're doing all right.

Well, I've got to figure there's gonna be pretty slim pickings.

When I came through Table Rock, there wasn't enough men to get up a poker game.

There you go.

Mister?

Hey, mister, wake up.

Huh? Hmm?

Don't tell me law and order's finally come to Table Rock.

What's happened here?

We're having a party.

You ain't never seen anything like it.

We kicked this town inside out.

You ever...

seen a town die before, Marshal?

We buried this one in style.

Well, why is the town deserted? Where did everybody go?

Road agents.

There's only two trails leading out of here,

and both of them swarming with outlaws.

Ain't no use digging for it if you can't spend it.

So most folks just called it quits

and pulled stakes.

I'm looking for this boy's mother. Name is Sarah Hubbard.

Oh.

No, I ain't never heard of her.

The only girls up here worked in Maggie Blaisedell's.

Here.

Oh.

I don't remember seeing anybody looked like that in Maggie's.

If you say she's up here,

Maggie would likely know her.

Now, where is this Maggie?

Whiskey Butte.

Yes.

Her and the girls left while I was...

passing out.

Whiskey Butte.

That's straight north, crossing them badlands.

Just renegades and lizards.

Are we going after 'em?

Yeah.

Good luck!

Man: Take a good hold of it, girls.

One more hand on that pole and we just might get this axle up.

Now, Jed, you know I got a bad back.

All: All together now. Ready?

One, two, three... pull!

Oh, look at my dress, it's ruined.

Oh!

My paint's starting to run!

Oh, no, that's your face, honey.

Maggie!

Ladies.

Well, lookie here.

Careful, darling, you're liable to get yourself arrested.

Who are you?

My name's Dillon, I'm a United States Marshal.

What you doing way out here, Marshal?

I was looking for you folks.

Any of you, uh, Sarah Hubbard?

Maggie Blaisedell?

That's me.

Well, a man back in Table Rock told me that you might know this Sarah Hubbard.

Said she was there about six years ago.

Nope, never heard of her.

Well, that don't mean nothing.

A lot of the girls that came up there changed their names.

Because of, uh, family and all.

Why are you looking for this, uh, Sarah what's-her-name?

- Hubbard. - Hubbard.

Well, this boy is her son.

Son? What's he doing with you?

Well, it's a long story.

Willie, why don't you show them the picture you got.

This is my ma.

It's old. Took a long time ago.

Girls?

Oh, I knew her.

She was in Table Rock when I first got there.

Except her name wasn't Hubbard.

Well, do you know where she is now?

She's dead.

I'll see if I can find some more wire, Marshal.

All right.

Uh, excuse me, ladies.

Oh, my.

You are a "tree" tall, Marshal.

Now, I always did like tall men.

That so?

They make me feel so, um,

delicate and fragile.

Well, always nice to be able to please a lady.

My, you are a gentleman, sir,

in the finest tradition.

Oh, you and I shall have to become

better acquainted as we go along.

Well, shut my mouth,

and just look at poor little me

and great big you.

What's the matter with you?

Nothing, except all this sugar is making me sick to my stomach.

Well, the sicker you are, the better I like it.

Take my advice, Magnolia Blossom,

and stay clear of him.

Well, I don't see your brand on him, darling.

And I kind of get the feeling

that he'd like someone younger

and prettier.

And all you've got to offer is experience.

Victoria, honey.

Oh... Oh!

Oh, you pig!

Let go!

Let go of me, you... You cross-eyed witch!

I'll let go of you when you... You toad!

Toad?!

I'm going to drown you, you hear me?

Oh! Oh!

How do you like that? Ha ha!

Come on, you draggle-tailed fop!

Oh! Oh!

Get off of me!

Aren't you going to do anything about that?

Hair-pulling ain't my concern.

I'm gonna wash that hair rinse out, right down to the gray roots!

- Oh! - Hold back.

Oh!

My hair's natural, you trash!

Let me go! So I can pull it out and see!

All right, come on, you girls, that's enough now.

That's not gonna handle anything.

Oh, Marshal...

It's... it's just so hard to be a lady

when you have to associate with the likes of her.

How'd you ever get tangled up with that crew, anyway, Rascoe?

Born lucky, I guess.

Some ten years back,

a couple hundred pounds of mine timbers

come down on my leg.

Well, I wasn't much good after that.

But Maggie took me in, give me a job.

Well, who else would take in a cripple?

All right, up a little higher.

A little higher, Rascoe.

All right, let it go.

Well, whose little girl are you?

Preacher's?

I'm an orphan girl.

And I had no place to go.

Ask and ye shall receive.

Still spreading charity, huh, Preacher?

Easy, girl, that boot might be part of my foot by now.

It's been on there more than a week.

Seems all you fellows did right was bring in this orphan girl.

I've been riding for nothing.

The cows were milked dry.

What do you mean, Ben? What are you saying?

I'm saying you've been using the brains of an ox.

If you let half them gold shipments go through,

them folks would still be digging up there.

All you think about is feeding your guts with beans

and washing it down with whiskey.

- Now, Ben, we stopped... - You've been stupid!

Well, we ain't the onliest ones. We got fierce competition.

Billy Hardy and his boys got most of it, but they pulled out.

Did them Hardy boys run away with all the cream?

He had more than a dozen men with him. What did you expect us to do?

Ah, it don't matter now.

As soon as we rest up,

we'll ride out for greener pastures.

We will if that marshal who was trailing you don't get to us first.

How you two boys doing?

Be a couple minutes yet.

Willie, we'll need some more firewood. Will you get some?

Yes, ma'am.

Well, that ought to hold her.

Good.

Now if nobody don't mind,

I'm gonna get myself something to eat.

Well, I hope there's some food left.

Those girls was eating like a bunch of starving hyenas.

Must be the fresh air.

Yeah, either that or they's storing up energy

so's they can kill one another.

Thanks, Marshal.

I don't think we would have got this wheel on without your help.

Glad I could be of help, Maggie.

I suppose you'll be leaving us in the morning.

Well, I was planning to, but, uh,

I don't know, maybe now I'll stick around.

Something happen to make you change your mind?

Maggie, uh, who put the false bottom in that wagon for you?

You got a good eye, Marshal,

but really ain't none of your business.

Well, it could be, unless you can prove who owns that gold.

How'd you know about that?

Well, Maggie,

whatever you're carrying that gold dust in,

it busted loose.

Some of that gold's leaking out. You better look into that.

Thanks.

Thanks, I will.

A little of it's mine.

The rest belongs to some prospectors who asked me to take it out for them.

How much you have altogether?

I figure about 48,000.

Those men staked everything they owned,

including their lives, to pan that gold.

Only to have some bum

ambush them on the trail.

So I... I figured...

nobody would be expecting five painted up chippies

to be carrying a fortune in gold dust.

So I volunteered to take it on through to Whiskey Butte

and put it in a bank for safekeeping.

Now the others, they don't know nothing about it.

Only Jed.

I don't mind telling you.

The responsibility's been fierce.

You got a lot of guts, Maggie.

Most men wouldn't take on a deal like that.

You're not just up here looking for that kid's mother.

No, I'm looking for a man named Ben Rodman.

Rodman?

I thought he was still in prison.

Well, he was, but he broke out about a week ago.

I've been trailing him ever since.

I guess it'll have to wait a while now.

You worried about us, or do you just like the company?

Maybe some of both.

Thanks.

Maggie.

How well do you know Ben Rodman?

Very.

Does that answer your question?

Marshal, think I could ride in the wagon a while?

Sure, Willie.

There you go.

- Howdy. - Howdy.

Sure is hot.

Whew! Sure is.

Can I ask you something?

Don't see why not.

Well, you said you knew my ma.

That's right.

I thought maybe you could tell me something about her.

You see, she left me when I was real little.

I don't hardly remember her.

What is it you want to know?

You said she died. When?

Well, I don't remember exactly.

Two or three years, anyway.

What was she like?

Well, Sarah wasn't too much for talking.

Let's see.

She, um, she liked music.

She liked to dance.

I guess it must have been awful lonely for you, huh?

I mean, your ma running off the way she did.

She didn't run off.

It's just with my pa dead, there wasn't much else she could do.

Maybe you're giving your ma more credit than she deserves.

I am not. She did the only thing she could.

Five women sitting around this fire, and I'm doing the cooking.

Ain't any of you good for nothing?

I ain't never had no complaints.

Well, listen to her.

Shut your mouth.

Somebody take this to the marshal.

I'll take it to him.

Well!

Look who's joined in the competition.

Marshal, here's your supper.

Well... thank you.

Is something wrong?

No, no.

Um... well, I'm puzzled, I guess.

Oh? Why is that?

Well, according to Maggie,

uh, you're chasing an outlaw, right?

Yeah, that's right. Why?

Well, how'd you end up with that little boy?

Well...

the man I'm after killed the little boy's grandfather.

He killed him!

Um...

I mean, his grandfather must have, um...

been an old man.

Why would anyone wanna kill a nice old man?

Well, this man I'm after doesn't need much of a reason to kill.

He killed Willie's grandfather over the price of a cup of water.

Well, then, Willie... I mean, he...

He doesn't have anybody to look after him.

Well, what are you gonna do?

Well...

I don't know.

Well, enjoy your dinner.

Maggie. Maggie, wake up.

What's the matter?

I thought you said nobody else knew about that gold.

Nobody did except Jed.

Well, Jed's still here, but Lisa's gone.

So is one of the horses.

What?

Come on, take a look.

Look, the water's gone.

Well, I think they were just trying to make sure that nobody got too far.

Look at this.

She took the gold.

Yeah, but she didn't take all of it.

It would have been too risky and too heavy.

She probably just took enough to show a sample to her friends.

There's no telling how far she has to go to get that news out.

Well, we better move out.

Maggie.

You better go tell the girls what's in this wagon.

I think they got a right to know.

All right, you sleeping beauties, up and at 'em.

Come on, come on, get up on your two feet.

We're moving out.

Ben, someone's coming!

Ah, it's a girl.

- Hi, baby. - Oh, honey!

My goodness, what are you doing here?

This is getting to be the most crowded orphanage I ever seen. Who is she?

It's all right, Ben, this here's Lisa.

- She works for an old friend of yours. - Maggie Blaisedell.

She sent you here?

Well, not exactly.

See, last time Oak was in town he told me to keep my eyes open.

And he said that if I come up with anything,

I get a share.

What you got?

Well... just a minute.

- Where'd you get this? - It's Maggie's.

She's got bags full of it hidden underneath the floorboard

of her old wagon.

One of them sprung a leak

and she and Jed were checking them last night

when they thought we were all asleep.

Can you imagine that old witch packing all that gold?

Maggie Blaisedell... I can believe anything.

Where is she?

She's over by Sand Canyon. I can take you.

- Just Maggie and the girls? - No.

No, not quite. A law man joined us the day before yesterday.

His name's Dillon. He's got some kid with him.

Dillon... that's the man's been chasing you?

Sure is.

Somebody get a saddle on this girl's horse.

We're going calling.

We should have been told.

Sitting there with $48,000 right under our bustles

and we didn't even know it.

Maggie could have at least told me.

Peach Blossom, if Maggie told you,

that big mouth of yours would have spread it all over the territory.

$48,000.

I could retire.

You should have retired years ago, darling.

Why don't you shut your mouth and use your head for a change.

If that lousy Lisa told her friends about the gold,

we're in danger.

Why, we could even be assaulted.

Assaulted?

They're a good bunch, Maggie.

Most women would be coming apart by now.

You really think we're being trailed?

I'd bet on it.

We're moving awful slow, too.

How are they doing, Jed?

These horses got to have some water, Marshal, or they're gonna drop.

Maggie: Jed's right in what he's saying.

But water them and we go dry.

You got any idea where there might be some water out this way?

There's an abandoned fort off yonder ten or twelve miles into the waste.

They used to have a well there.

Yeah, but it's been deserted six, seven years.

It's in the wrong direction.

Willie, give me those canteens out of there.

Yes, sir.

Now, folks,

we're gonna have to ration the rest of this water.

I'd say about two swallows a piece until I get back.

I declare, Marshal,

I'm simply gonna dry up and blow away.

Looked at your hips lately?

Shut it off, this is no time.

All right, thanks, Willie.

You gonna get water?

I'm gonna try, Maggie.

Now, you folks keep heading for Whiskey Butte.

I'll catch up with you as soon as I can.

Here.

Guard it.

All right, girls.

Stretch your legs.

Hyah!

Hyah!

Mr. Rascoe, the marshal's back already!

He couldn't have gotten water that quick.

Maybe he found a spring.

That fort the only shelter around here?

It's the only one I know of.

All right, then we've got to lighten up this wagon. Everything's got to go.

Hey, what do you mean? Not all my beautiful clothes!

There's five men headed this way, and Lisa's leading them.

I think Ben Rodman's with them too.

Now, everything has to go.

All right, girls, we keep only what we've got on.

- What about water? - No time.

Oh! My wardrobe.

Not my wardrobe.

Maggie, where'd you get these guns?

Gun runner. Ran up quite a bill, didn't have any cash,

so he paid me in merchandise.

What about ammunition?

A couple of cases, but not of these girls know how to shoot.

Maggie, before this is over, you may have to learn.

All right, girls, get in here. Come on.

Quick.

Get yourself on that board, there.

Wagon was right here.

You did a good job, Lisa.

These ashes are still warm, Ben.

All right, you get back to camp.

No, but you said I could come with you.

This is as far as you're going. Now, you do as I tell you.

You tell Stump and the others that we'll be back...

with the gold.

- Now, get. Go on! - Oh!

I wished I was as sure as you about us getting ahold of that gold.

Where's your faith, Preacher?

Oh, faith ain't got nothing to do with it, Ben.

Now, you told us that that marshal, he done run you out of Kansas.

You think he's gonna give up that gold without a fight?

You don't get nothing without effort.

Besides, if he wants a fight, he's gonna have his hands full.

He's got that little boy and he's got them four saloon girls.

That's gonna be like a lead weight around his neck.

Let's get going.

Jed: Whoa!

Willie: There's the water!