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I found one!

Yeah! That's a night crawler.

Fat as a Kansas hog.

Night crawler in the daytime?

Yeah, he was trying to slick you, but you surprised him.

Bet he's never come across anybody as crafty as you before.

Yes sir, that ought to bring the fish a-bitin', guaranteed.

- Can we go now? - Not just yet.

You go clean up the pond.

Then you can go fishing.

Aw!

Go on, do your chores.

Hound and me will go on down the crick

and tease the fish a mite before you get there.

If you help me, I'll be finished in half the time.

Oh no. Uh-uh.

I've been up before daybreak.

I milked that blamed cow, I fed the stock.

Sweet-talking that stubborn hen

into laying enough eggs for a decent breakfast.

Nothing but backache and work around here.

You know, I been thinking of cuttin' and driftin' again.

Yeah, you been thinking of that two years.

Well, it's your fault. You made me so blamed comfortable.

Drago, you ain't ever leaving, are ya?

Well, I'm not gonna stay around here forever.

Now, you go on and get your rake and do your chores,

or we'll have that whole crick fished out before you get there.

Come on, Hound.

Give me that.

Is there anyone else around here?

- No. - Where's your man?

He's gone.

Get them horses. Hurry it up.

Come on.

There ain't but one worth taking.

Hannon!

Hannon.

This boy's hurt bad.

Easy, boy, easy.

Howdy.

This your place?

Owner's in yonder, dead.

Boy is hurt bad.

He's gonna die too if we don't get him to a doctor.

I was afraid to move him.

- Larry. - Yes, sir.

Give Will the fastest horse, send him to Dodge.

Bring Doc Chapman out here as fast as he can.

How long ago did it happen?

A few hours.

It was probably the Hannon Gang.

They looted a town up north.

Burned it to the ground.

Last I heard, they'd crossed the Cimarron.

They were heading for the Nations.

I figured.

Did they get any fresh horses from ya?

Just one. Mine was out to pasture.

What's your name? I'll need it for my records.

Drago.

Yeah.

Last I heard of you, you were, uh,

riding for the army down by Rio Grande country, weren't you?

Yeah.

They cut me loose a couple of years ago.

Too old.

Drago, I'd like to ask you a favor.

Ask.

Well, I got to ride to Hays, testify at a trial.

Man's life depends on it.

I'm gonna waste a lot of time until I can get back and lead this posse again.

I'd like to deputize ya.

Have you ride with this posse.

You can get after that Hannon Gang just as soon as the horses are rested.

What do you say?

I was kind of figuring on

running them wild hogs down myself, Marshal.

I understand how you feel, Drago.

But why not do it with this?

I better go sit with the boy.

Who is he, Marshal?

Name's Drago.

The Drago? The mountain man?

That's the man.

I was just a kid when he and Jim Bridger

were cutting a trail through Laramie Pass.

He's gonna be riding with you, too, so you better look sharp.

How is he?

I'm afraid he's not gonna make it.

What do you mean he's not gonna make it?

He's lost the will to live.

His mother's dead. I gather you'll be moving on.

You could save him if he'd fight?

I think there's a chance I could.

The doctor says you're ready to turn up your toes to the daisies

without even a fight.

They killed her, Drago.

Killed her.

Oh, boy.

I know.

Life's got to go on.

I'm getting old, son.

My days are short and...

commencing to run together.

I wish I knew how to slow 'em down,

get a good hold on each day, son.

Touch it and taste it and...

squeeze every bit out of it...

before it moves on for good.

There's no bringing back what's gone.

Now, right now your days seem kind of empty.

But we're gonna fill them.

But you're leaving.

Oh, sure, someday.

But, uh, you could come along, if you were a mind to.

You promise?

'Course I do.

Only by that time, you'll probably want to strike out by yourself or...

get lassoed buy something in calico.

No. I wanna go with you.

You sure?

Yes.

Wouldn't know it, the way you been acting.

You got about as much life as a toad in a snowstorm.

You're feeling sorry for yourself.

There's no use lying there, drowning in your own tears.

There's catfish to be caught.

A horse to be broke and partnered with.

Your first smoke.

Your first taste of whiskey.

And women.

Well, we'll, uh,

we'll have a talk about that a mite later.

Now, if you want to get all that in,

you better go along with what the doctor says.

I will.

I know you will.

Drago?

Hound, he don't like me.

Sure he does.

I ain't been able to pet him.

Not once.

He always growls at me.

Well, I warned you about getting chummy with him.

Sometimes he's kind of snippy.

I wanna be friends.

Well, he's a maverick.

He's got a mean, mulish disposition.

Like you.

I reckon.

I'll have a talk with him.

He changed his mind.

Where are you going?

Riding.

Alone? Posse doesn't leave till morning.

Posses are slow and noisy.

Hound and me does a lot better on our own.

Come on, Hound.

Gillis, go up there and take a look around.

How much further is the line?

I don't know.

We've been riding for days.

I said, I don't know.

Hannon!

It's that old farmer, the one that shot at us.

That ain't no farmer.

He sure don't track like one.

I've seen his breed before.

Figures he's got a score to settle, and he ain't gonna let up

till he's got every one of us under the dirt.

What are we going to do?

We ain't gonna do nothing.

Could be there's a posse hanging around close.

And a shot would bring them down on us.

Wearing down.

I bet they're watching us right now.

Makes it kind of interesting, don't it?

I never figured that one to know we was in the same territory.

Where's your posse, boy?

It's coming. I was wondering why you took off alone.

I work better that way.

Well, right now you're riding vigilante style,

and you've been deputized.

You're supposed to be riding with the posse.

Well, if I don't wear this badge,

I can keep riding when you got to stop.

That's what I'm afraid of.

I'm an old man. Might slow you down.

All I'm worried about is keeping up with you,

and we can use your experience.

Well, Deputy,

it appears like you see something more than gray hair and old bones.

Could be.

Flagg?

It's my horse.

What's the matter with him?

Well, he's had it.

I'll have to ride double with one of you.

You're on your own.

Now, listen, Hannon, I ain't gonna hold you down.

You know'd how it was before you come with us.

Goodbye, Flagg.

They pass by this way?

About an hour back.

Well, shouldn't we be heading after them?

Whoa, steady now.

One thing you got to learn about trailing.

You don't go after a man like a blind dog in a meat shop.

Trapped, he'll turn on you like an animal.

Mountain cat makes his kill clean because he waits for it.

Why don't you fellows ride on ahead? I'll catch up.

Are you feeling all right?

Yeah, just that time is a mite unkind to these old bones.

I'll rest them a bit and catch up.

All right, sir.

They're headed straight south.

Ride easy and dogged and you'll wear them down.

Yes, sir.

Drago: Maybe the army was right, after all.

May just be I can't keep up with these young bucks no more.

I reckon I should have stayed in bed.

I'm beginning to feel older than some of these trees.

Cold bite in the air, too.

I remember one winter,

a couple of winters back, one of them Dakota winters,

where the cold don't get out of your bones until July.

A mountain cat killed my mule and spooked off my horse.

Got down to him and me and the cold.

It was three days just sizing and stalking each other.

Shh.

Finally that cat got anxious and made a bad move.

And I...

Move that gun one inch and you're dead.

Which one of you killed the woman?

Who?!

You men stay put.

Loco.

I had the drop on him, and he still tried to beat me.

Hurry it up. We ain't got all day, kid.

Riding hard, I ain't gonna make it.

This cinch is about to bust.

Well, now that's your hard luck.

They're up there in those rocks.

You sure?

That dog of mine is, and he's usually right.

They're coming!

It's that mountain man and his dog.

Pull up. Pull up.

There goes two of them.

Let's get 'em.

Hound.

Get up.

I had nothing to do with it.

With what?

That woman getting killed.

Always runs true when one of your breed gets treed.

You have to face up to what you been doing,

you fold like a bad poker hand.

Which one of you killed the woman?

It was Hannon that shot her.

Which one of them lizards is he?

The old guy.

The boy?

That was an accident.

That boy.

I tried to help him.

Hound flushed us another coyote.

Deputy, he meant to kill me.

If you hadn't come riding in just now, I'd be dead.

Fact is, I was tempted.

Come on. Get on your horse and ride between us. Hurry up.

I said it.

Push them anxious and they'll turn on you.

Come on.

Oh!

Didn't figure this.

We had them on the run. Now they're bushwhacking us.

Go on back, Deputy, and take your greeners with you.

You're all just getting in the way.

When it comes to tracking and trailing, Hound and me don't need no company.

Newly?

Larry, take Don and the prisoner back to Dodge.

- You going after him? - That's right.

Hound!

He had his eye on your Adam's apple, boy.

You're getting to be quite a tracker, Deputy.

Right now it's my job.

I could have took you for them.

No, sir, you got too much experience for that.

You figure on riding with me?

No, you're riding with me.

It was me who was left in charge.

I know how you felt about the woman and the little boy.

But Marshal Dillon don't like people to take the law into their own hands.

Sure, Deputy.

We'll just run them to death.

Anybody else around here?

Just my wife up at the wagon.

Go tell her good morning, Trask.

Come on.

Run aground.

Looks like there might be some people down there. Let's be careful.

Let's flush 'em, Hound.

I got a gun on this woman. I'll kill her.

Drop the gun and let her go, or I'll kill you.

Which one are you?

Name's Trask.

Where's Hannon?

I got Hannon right here.

I want him.

What for?

He's the one that killed her.

Well, he's going to Dodge alive, Drago.

What are you gonna do?

I swore I'd kill you on sight.

But I ain't one for cold blood,

so you're gonna get a chance.

What about Flagg? You killed him.

He called it.

I ain't never been one for lies.

And there ain't no reason to lie now.

What's gonna happen to me?

I don't care what happens to you.

They can hang you.

It's Hannon I want.

I'm gonna run you.

I'm gonna run you till you're nothing but running meat.

And then I'm gonna run you to ground.

Now, get those irons off.

Get them off!

Deputy'll tell what happened.

Now run.

Easy, old dog.

Ain't no hurry.

We'll let him thrash around all night.

He ain't gonna get nowhere.

We'll hogtie that one over there,

and at dawn... we'll commence tracking.

He couldn't be too far even if he left in the dark.

Did you hear anything?

Me and my wife woke before light,

both reckoned we heard a horse.

Yeah, he let Hannon... Hannon run for it last night.

So he could track him down in the morning.

He took his irons off and cut him loose.

I seen him ride out just before light,

like the farmer said.

Sir, I'm gonna have to ask you to help me.

I'll do what I can.

Ride into the nearest town, get a law man,

bring him out here, make sure he gets into custody.

- Glad to. - Obliged.

You ain't got a cold, do ya?

Might as well have left you with them coyotes

for all the help you been this morning.

That's more like it.

I reckon this is the end of the trail.

You're in there somewhere, ain't ya, Hannon?

Gonna turn Hound on you, soon.

Let him chew you out in the open.

Once Hound's got you treed, I'm gonna gut-shoot you.

Let you wrassle yourself to death.

Don't fret. We're gonna get him, boy.

Just let him sweat a while.

No use running no more!

It won't do no good.

I got savvy.

And Hound.

Know how I come on that name?

Apaches named him.

I was riding scout at the time out of Fort Logan.

Tracking a renegade.

Kind of old, but...

Hound made up for what the years took away.

He flushed out them poor Indians like prairie chickens.

The whole Apache Nation was having nightmares about us.

They gave him a name in Apache that I couldn't repeat in polite society.

So I just took to calling him "Hound."

'Cause he sure did hound them.

He'd hold back, quiet and still...

like a summer thunderhead building up.

Dark and dangerous.

And when you least expect it...

he'd come down on you like hellfire and brimstone.

Get 'em.

Okay, boy.

I'll get you out of there.

Quiet down.

Hannon, it's me. Open up.

This is the deputy. Get it open!

That old man, he's blood crazy.

We got once chance... my horse.

Just swing on the back of me. Now, come on.

Go get 'em, Hound.

Hound!

Take a mite more luck than you've got

to get away from Hound and me.

I was tempted to kill you slow.

A bit at a time.

But I'm gonna make it clean.

Drago, he ain't worth killing.

He is to me!

Ever since they rode off that farm, I haven't thought of anything else.

I'll feel better when it's done.

Newly: Well, what about the little boy?

The doctor said the only thing that kept him alive

was knowing he'd be with you.

Well, you kill Hannon,

and he'll be all alone.

Because you'll hang.

Keep your words to yourself, boy.

What you're trying to say is

killing Hannon's more important than that little boy.

But you can't have it both ways.

Well, go on, shoot him!

That little kid can make out on his own.

Not what I started out for, but...

it's something.

You're good with words, Deputy.

We'll take him in.

Boy looks fine, don't he?

Me and him has had a little talk about you.

He thinks you don't like him.

He'd like to be friends.

Now you listen.

From now on, it's gonna be the three of us.

So you might as well get used to the idea.

Don't give me no sass back.

Both of us are gonna have to do some changin'.

Now, I want you to make it up to him.

You hear, Hound?

I mean it.

Drago!

Son.

Drago, I missed you.

I missed you too a mite, son.

Well, maybe...

you hadn't ought to leave your fish pole lying there like that.

You might get a bite.

Go on, we got a lot of years for talking.

You better start minding me.

Or you and me is gonna tangle in the brush.

He looks fine.

He is.

He started getting well right after you talked to him.

You know, Drago, as a doctor,

it might help me if I knew what you said to him.

I just told him there wasn't no catfish in heaven.