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I've been looking for you for a long time, Cole.

Cole? Hmm. My name ain't Cole. It's Currie. Jim Currie.

It's Cole, all right.

That limp's a dead giveaway.

I've been trailing you and that Lazy L herd for a whole month,

right to this town.

Now listen to me, mister.

I ain't this Cole, and I ain't with the Lazy L.

It went out this morning to Dodge.

I swear it!

Strike a match.

Sure.

Sure. If you know Cole, you'll know that I ain't him.

All right.

You keep your mouth shut about this

or I might transfer my interest to you.

Mister, it never happened.

There he is.

I think I got him.

Look, there's a trace of blood.

I don't see no sign of it leading no place, do you?

No.

Guess I only creased him.

Before the light plays out on us,

we maybe... take a ride over to that wash,

see if we can pick up a sign there.

Somebody's dog hurt himself.

Don't get too close.

That shooting we heard... Must be the wild dog they're hunting.

He sure ain't friendly.

'Course he ain't, he's wild.

Marieanne, the blaze and the white boots.

He ain't wild at all.

He's Dobie come home.

It is him, Marieanne.

It's Dobie.

Come on, Dobie.

We're not gonna hurt you.

Come on.

Come on, Dobie, remember us?

Come on.

You remember us.

Hey, you kids.

Get away from that dog.

You kids belong to that farmhouse over there?

- Yes, sir. - Well then you get to it, and fast.

What's the matter with you?

It was Dobie, Ma. He came back.

We could tell by the blaze and the white boots.

- What are you talking about? - Their mother, I take it?

Not much more than name only if you can't teach your kids

not to chase after a wild dog.

About one more minute, he would have torn the throats out of these kids.

I ought to lick you both until you can't sit down.

But, Ma...

You know the whole county's been looking for killer dogs.

But, Ma, it was Dobie.

I don't care if it was Dobie or not.

He was only a pup when he run off.

That means he wouldn't remember you no more.

And if he's that wild dog that everybody's been looking for,

he is a very dangerous animal by now.

Now get in the house. Go on.

I'm sorry, mister. I guess I owe you thanks.

Kane. Howard Kane.

You can thank me by letting me use some tools.

I got a horse with a loose shoe and a sore foot.

There's a shoeing outfit in the barn.

There's a box of nails in there, too.

Oh, evening, Abelia.

What brings you out this way, Festus?

Well, me and Sam and Burke

has been a trackin' the last of that wild dog bunch,

an' I want to tell you, he ain't too far from your pasture.

Well, you're a little late.

Kids come across a dog up in the hills about an hour ago.

They figure it was a pup they had about three years ago.

- Do tell. - Mm-hmm.

Well, I'll tell you, if he is,

he ain't never going to be the same again, Abelia.

Not after running with that killer pack of dogs.

That's a stranger just happened by.

He chased the dog away.

Huh.

He's making hisself right at home, ain't he?

What's his name?

Howard Kane.

Well, maybe I'd ought to just stay around for a while until he leaves.

I mean, you not knowin' nothin' about him or nothin' like that.

Oh, no. His horse just got a shoe that needs a little fixin'.

I'm... It's awful nice of you, Festus, but I'm sure we'll be all right.

Yes, ma'am.

Well, I reckon that's about all I've came by to tell you, Abelia.

So, I'll see you again, one of these days.

Come by more often.

Yes, ma'am. Much obliged to you, Abelia.

Be sure and tell the young'uns howdy for me.

- I'll do it. - Yep.

How's the shoeing comin'?

Oh, fine.

You're welcome to eat here, if you're a mind to.

I got a ham roasting in there we wouldn't eat in a week of Sundays.

Well, I'm much obliged.

Uh, Ma'am, now you just say no if you want to.

I ain't easily offended, but...

I'd like to keep my horse off that leg for a while.

Well, there's a room in the barn

for when I hire a man to turn the fields in the spring.

I'd appreciate it.

Matthew. Doc.

- Festus. - Just get back?

Yeah, I went clean out to Abelia's place, Matthew.

What are you pesterin' her for?

I wasn't a-pesterin' her, Mr. Know-It-All.

Beecher was in. He claims that dog got one of his lambs last night.

Well, that sure don't surprise me none, Matthew,

the way that slipperty hound circles and backtracks.

I'll tell you something. He's just pure O.D. out-thinkin' me.

Hmm. That's not surprising.

Your mule out-thinks you all the time.

All right, smart aleck.

Festus, Sam seems to think that dog may be wounded now.

Well, if he is, he's still covering a whole heap of ground, Matthew.

He wound up out at Abelia's house.

Them young'uns of her'n

thinks that it could be a pup that run off here a couple of years back.

Where's the dog now?

Oh, some stranger riding by run him off.

And I can't say that I think too much of that feller, neither.

Oh, you're just jealous, that's all.

Oh, jealous, my foot.

He just had the look about him. That's all.

Who is he?

Well, some feller name of Kane.

Not Howard Kane?

You know him?

I know Howard Kane, all right.

It was his gang that was involved in that range war

down in Midland about five years ago.

Oh, yeah. I heard of that.

There was a whole mess of fellers killed, wasn't they?

All of his men were killed. He was the only one survived.

It seems to me he was laid up for a year or so.

Did he say anything about coming to Dodge?

Well, I didn't talk to him, Matthew.

I just seen him, that's all.

Used to be a poster on him.

I'll take a look for it.

What have you been hanging around out at Abelia's for anyway?

I wasn't a-hangin' around her place.

I just rode by.

I think it's a disgraceful thing the way...

The way you lead that woman on and make her think that you're

anything but a confirmed bachelor.

Oh, fiddlesticks.

The honorable thing for you to do if you're gonna court somebody...

Well, who's courting somebody?

Well, you are. That's what you said.

And I think what you ought to do is pop the question.

- Pop the question? - Yes.

Well, you meddlely old skudder you,

there ain't nothing that says that a feller and a shemale

can't look at one another

the way that fellers and shemales does

without the shemale or the feller

a-figuring that it's got to be a... A marryin'-mooning,

kind of a courtin' kind of a look.

Is they?

Evening, Mrs. Johnson.

Got enough blankets?

Yeah. Plenty. Thanks.

This is the time of day I always look forward to most.

Kids asleep, chores are done,

nothing to do but look at the night.

How long you been widowed?

Oh, since the kids was no more than babies.

Well, a woman like you won't lack for a man's attention for very long.

Well, I guess, um...

when your mind's on raising kids, the time just passes...

You don't think about yourself too much.

Well, you get very little thanks later on for not putting yourself first.

You married?

Got any children?

No.

Well, I wasn't looking for no thanks from my kids,

but it don't appear to me that you're one to be passing judgement.

Well, people are people, once they learn to fend for themselves.

Everybody's alone, once you get past the smiles and the pretty words.

Maybe you're just judging others by what you see in yourself.

Maybe so.

Maybe not.

There's more honesty in that wild dog out there

than any six people I ever met in my life put together.

Oh, no.

No, if that is true,

there'd hardly be a day in your life that was worth remembering.

Mrs. Johnson.

When was the last day you found any more than...

just livable?

You didn't have to get up and chop that wood.

No reason for you to feel obligated.

Well, I'm accustomed to paying my own way.

If your horse still don't feel up to it,

you can ride into town on the buckboard with us.

Maybe you can rent a horse at the livery for a day or two.

Yeah, I could.

Uh, there's something I was thinking about.

Give you another chance to say no.

That room in the barn's a lot better

than any Dodge City hotel room

with a bunch of trail hands keeping you awake half the night.

I noticed you got a fence need repairing.

That a fair exchange?

Except, uh, I think you got reasons

other than a noisy Dodge street for wanting to stay out of town.

Well, maybe...

Maybe me and the law don't hit it off too well, but...

I just don't want no deputy trailing me around.

Are you a gunman?

I have been.

You wanted?

There was a time I was.

That frighten you?

Well, if you admit it, I guess not.

Hey, it's Dobie.

It's all right, boy.

He won't bite.

I don't think.

Will you, Dobie?

You remember us, don't you?

He's getting friendlier.

Sure. Bet he even remembers us.

Right, Dobie? Remember us?

Gee, look at the blood.

Maybe Ma has some medicine for him.

Oh, we can't tell Ma.

Then she'd have to tell the marshal that we've got the wild dog.

But he ain't wild now.

And he belongs to us. He's our Dobie.

They'd still shoot him.

Well, that isn't fair.

Grownups mostly ain't.

We can't tell nobody.

Least till he gets better, and maybe he'll show everybody he's tame now.

I know where we can get the medicine...

From Dr. Adams when we go into town.

Yeah. Good idea.

Hear that, Dobie? We'll make you better.

Whoa.

Now listen.

I don't figure to be here no more than an hour,

so I don't want to be running around looking for you kids.

- All right, Ma. - Sure, Ma.

Well, look.

That's the fella that's beating your time with Abelia, ain't it? Huh?

Well, that there's that Howard Kane fella, if that's what you're talking about.

Well, he brought her into town.

Good heavens.

You don't suppose he's staying out there at the farm with her, do you? Huh?

Well, it ain't none of your business if he is.

Gosh, he sure is a rugged, handsome looking fella.

I... I don't blame you for being jealous.

Oh, oh, oh.

Who's jealous?

Well, good morning, Abelia.

Morning, Festus.

I don't reckon you had no trouble with that feller, Mr. Kane?

No. Should I have?

Well, no ma'am, but then...

him bein' a stranger and all, and you not knowin' if he...

Well, kinda him not bein'

exactly what he's appearin' to be...

Are you sayin' that he's been in trouble with the law?

He told me.

He did?

But thank you anyway, Festus.

I've got to get on with my shopping.

Yes'm.

- Hello, Dr. Adams. - Hello, Dr. Adams.

Oh, hello... Oh, well you're Marieanne and Jonathan.

My gosh how you've grown.

Just like a couple of weeds.

We've come to ask you something.

Well, I hope I can answer it. What is it?

It's about an animal.

He sort of hurt himself.

His leg. He sort of scraped it.

What kind of an animal?

Well, our lamb.

Oh, a lamb, huh?

Well, about the only thing you can do for a scraped leg is put some salve on it.

I guess that's what we need then, some salve.

Tell you what you do. There's some salve.

Now you just kind of spread that all over, you know, where he hurts,

and just wrap it in a nice clean bandage, and that'll do it, I think.

But we don't have any money, Dr. Adams.

Well... I'll tell you,

I'll just take your note for thirty days. How's that?

- Thank you, Dr. Adams. - Thank you, Dr. Adams.

Come on.

We all kept telling him he didn't have no excuse

for sandflies in the beans and stew,

but he wouldn't listen good.

So old Wendy and old Horseface,

they go out and they catch themselves half a dozen rattlers.

Guess what old Cookie had in his bedroll every night for a whole week?

You don't mean they put a live rattler in his bed?

Ah, Sam, we took the fangs out first.

'Course old Cookie didn't know the difference.

I'll tell you one thing, though.

After that, them sandflies become scarce in our grub.

Yeah, the cook sure makes a trail drive, that's for sure.

That's one thing that'll probably never change.

Cook and a ramrod.

Got you belly and backside.

Oh, that's sure the truth.

Barkeep, I would like to buy these gentlemen a round of drinks.

Well, thanks a lot, Mister.

Sounds like you rode with more than a couple of outfits.

Well, I came up the old Santa Fe a couple of times.

Hey, how is the Lazy L outfit doing these days?

Doing fine. Be in tomorrow.

Oh.

Now, I heard they got a new ramrod that really is pushing the boys hard.

You mean Bowers?

Oh, I thought his name was Cole, but maybe I got it wrong.

He's a... a big fella with a stove-up leg.

He doesn't come into town much.

He just camps off by himself mostly, they say.

No, that'd be Bowers, all right.

Probably saving his pay staying out of town.

Yeah.

Come to think of it, that's not a bad idea.

If we'd have done that all them years, we'd probably be driving our own cows.

That's right. Wouldn't have had no fun, though.

Your health, Mister.

Listen, you keep defanging those rattlesnakes.

Good cooks are hard to come by, sandflies and all.

- You bet. - We're gonna do it.

- Marshal. - Hey, boys.

Marshal.

Kane.

It's been a few years, Matt.

I've heard a lot of stories about you over the years.

Last one had you in bed for life.

I finally convinced a surgeon in Saint Louis

there was nothing to be lost going in after the bullet.

That shoot-out in Midland,

I've heard talk that you're hunting down the man that double-crossed you.

You don't dignify a back-shooter by calling him a man.

Well, he was a man. His name was Jack Cole.

Any truth to rumor you've been hunting him down for four years?

Four years hunting an animal?

That wouldn't make much sense, would it?

No, it sure wouldn't.

Especially if he's not worth killing.

It's always nice seeing you, Matt.

Kane.

You know, the trouble with killing a man, whether he needs it or not...

you get hanged for it.

You got the salve?

I'm getting it.

Here. You got the bandages?

Yeah. Whole bunch of them. See?

Let's go.

You seen my kids, Mr. Kane?

Yeah, they're just heading up the hill.

With some salve and bandages.

That dog.

Maybe we should get him some milk, or maybe some bones.

Maybe only some milk.

He shouldn't be eating until he feels better.

Kids, get away from that dog.

Ma, it's Dobie.

I said get away. Come on.

Now get on back to the house.

But what's going to happen to Dobie?

He's got to be done away with. Now, you know that.

But Dobie wouldn't hurt anybody.

- Just look at him. - Yeah.

Well, if he's the dog that's been killing all the stock, he is hurting people.

Suppose he isn't the dog that did all the killing?

I don't know anything about that.

That's up to the marshal.

Well, can't we just keep him for tonight?

I mean, until his leg gets better and he might eat something.

You always said to be kind to dumb animals, Ma.

Please, Ma. He's really gentle.

We've been petting him, and he remembers us.

Honest, he does.

Please, Ma.

All right.

But the marshal's going to have to come out here, and that's all there is to it.

Now just get on back to the house.

But what about Dobie?

We'll just tie him up alongside the barn there.

All right, Ma.

You do any snapping, my friend, and you'll never see morning.

He does act awfully tame now.

Well, the bullet just creased him.

Seems a shame.

Well, don't waste your sympathy on him.

You don't reclaim a wild dog.

Once they've killed, it's in his blood.

That apply to men, too?

Don't try to make something out of nothing.

Come on.

He isn't eating, Ma.

Well, just leave him be.

You kids get on in the house now.

You got chores to do.

Go on.

I'll be leaving, Mrs. Johnson.

Leaving for where?

My horse is fit.

I got something that needs doing.

Be passing through Dodge.

I'll tell them you got the dog out here.

Oh. Um...

I'd appreciate it if you'd ask them to make sure

it's the dog that's been killing the stock before they do away it.

Kind of like to set my mind at rest about that for my kids' sake.

I'll mention it.

You said you used to be a gunman?

I said that.

Are you still?

Maybe.

You know, I've often wondered what...

What makes a man use a gun against another man.

I mean, when it's so plain that...

he could be anything he wanted to be.

It would appears you...

You've just given up on yourself because you don't want to be different.

Mrs. Johnson,

don't try to tell me how to live my life

when you're afraid to live your own.

Who says I'm afraid to live my own?

I'm not afraid to reach out and touch life.

I don't sit and dream into a night sky.

What I want to do, I do.

What you want, you're afraid to do.

I'm not... I'm not...

I'm not afraid of anything.

I mean, I got...

That dishonesty doesn't become you, Mrs. Johnson.

You're not all that angry.

Matthew, you want to see me, did you?

Yeah, the... the wild dog turned up.

Howard Kane rode in a while ago, said it showed up at Abelia's place.

Showed up out there again, huh?

Abelia wants to keep the dog

until somebody can identify it as the one that did the killing.

Well, like I told you, Matthew,

them young'uns of hers think that could be a pup of theirs

that run off a couple years back.

Reckon they could be right about that?

Well, it could be.

Ed O'Connor can identify it

because he got a good look at it the night it killed one of his calves.

Take him with you in the morning.

All right.

Matthew, supposing that there is the dog that's been a-doing that killing?

Well, if it is, there's only one thing to do.

Yes, sir.

You're slowing down, Cole.

There was a time when you'd have drawn and fired on instinct.

We'll both feel a lot more comfortable

if you'll put both hands back on that bottle.

Howard... Oh, I got to explain something.

Oh, I knew you'd have an explanation.

I mean, any man that would sell out the friends he was riding with,

shoot one of them in the back,

he's got an explanation.

I mean, you got feelings, Cole.

You didn't enjoy doing what you did.

No, I sure didn't.

I really truly didn't.

I mean, then there was more to it than just the money they paid you.

I ain't going to do it, Howard.

You ain't going to do what?

Go for my gun while you look like you're lighting a cigar.

I know you better than that, Cole.

You need more of an advantage.

Like a... like a man's back.

They did pay me, Howard.

But it was more than the money.

Like you said.

They said they'd kill you.

That's right.

And they said if I didn't help, they were gonna come after me.

And they were going to drag me out in the middle of the night

and they were gonna slice me up with a knife.

They sure knew how to size up their man, didn't they?

I didn't see no way out.

All right, stand up.

You can have one more drink out of the bottle if you want.

Please don't... Come on, Cole.

You're a minute from dying.

A little dignity, a little pride.

Give yourself that much.

I ain't much for begging, Howard, but...

I will if you want me to.

See, Howard...

I'm nothing.

I'm so scared, I'm sick, Howard.

Look at me.

I've been like this for four years.

Scared you'd show up, changing my name,

hiding out.

Oh, not eating, not sleeping.

Please. Please. Please, Howard.

I'm begging you.

You get on your feet.

You weren't this way then.

Crawling away with your bullet in my back,

I heard Stevens begging for his life.

They were willing to let him off.

It was you who said nobody lives.

You put a bullet in him.

I was scared!

Oh, God, I was scared anybody'd live to...

Please, Howard.

Please.

You keep hiding, Cole,

and you'd better travel some distance,

because I may change my mind and come back.

What happened?

You might say an error in judgment.

You know you got to see a doctor.

I mean, you just know that.

Except it won't be nowhere near Dodge if I do.

Well, you can tell the marshal what happened.

Yeah, I came here to kill a man, and I did.

But you didn't do it on purpose.

I mean, you... You was just defending yourself.

Four years searching for a man, and I was just defending myself?

Well, you can't just keep running now.

You're never gonna have any chance for a normal life.

A normal life?

I got no more chance of changing the way I live than that dog out there.

And no more chance of surviving turning myself in.

How far do you think you're gonna get?

Well, I can't stay here.

Well, I can't leave you to go out that door

just to crawl off in some hole and die.

Well, it's better than the end of a rope.

Now, wait a minute! Wait a minute.

What... what about the kids' place up on the hill?

I mean, nobody knows they've got that

little hiding place up there in the bushes.

I'll keep them out of there,

and you just stay there until you feel like riding out some night,

you know, maybe after they've stopped looking for you.

Why should you do that for me?

'Cause I got no brains, that's why.

I'll get you some blankets.

Morning, Abelia.

Festus.

How are ya, Mrs. Johnson?

Fine, Ed.

I brang Ed out with me so's he can tell us for sure

whether that's the dog that's been doing the killing.

See, he got a pretty close look at him that day he killed that new calf of his'n.

He's right over here.

Howdy, young'uns.

- Hi, Festus. - Hi, Festus.

All right, boy. He's all right.

That's him all right.

No mistaking those markings.

He's all right.

He's not wild no more, Mr. O'Connor.

But he doesn't bite or nothing. Just wants to be friends with people.

Now, Marieanne, I... I agree that it might just be possible

for him to make adjustments to people.

Now... Now, even some wolves do that.

But when a wild dog, like him,

gets killing to eat, well,

you just can't hand-feed him again anymore.

Especially when he sees live, warm-blooded farm animals around.

Well, Ed, now, I know that you farmers

have got every right to want to get rid of this here dog,

but don't you reckon he's been around the home place here

and around these young'uns long enough to where he ain't gonna wanna

be killing no more for his feed?

Festus, you know what's got to be done here.

Well, don't you think what Festus is saying might work?

Absolutely not, Mrs. Johnson.

Well, you give a wild dog like that

a choice between human-scented food

and a live, warm-blooded farm animal,

and there ain't no choice. It's just instinct.

Instinct to him for to go to that animal's throat.

You mean like that there lamb over yonder, huh?

Especially lambs like that.

Why, that pack he's been running with,

why, they... they brought down dozens just this last spring.

Well, Ed, supposing we's to take that there little lamb yonder

and tie him off down yonder someplace.

Me and the young'uns here got a plate full of meat,

stayed up on this side,

and I was to lead old Dobie there in betwixt the two,

are you saying he'd go for that lamb's throat?

Festus, I'll bet you a flat hundred dollars

he'll be at that lamb in three seconds.

You ain't got a hundred dollars no more than I have.

I'll tell you what we'll be doing here.

We'll be a-betting whether that dog lives or whether he don't.

How's that?

Well?

- Let's get some meat. - Yeah. Come on.

Abelia.

Marshal.

Well, what's going on?

Oh, they're just testing the dog to see if he's still wild.

- Festus, hurry up. - Come on, Festus.

Didn't you come about the dog?

No, I didn't, Abelia.

A man named Cole was killed last night.

I'm afraid it may have been Kane that did it.

Well, why didn't Festus mention it?

Well, he came out here this morning before I found out.

Why in the world would you think it's Mr. Kane?

Well, it's a long story, Abelia.

It goes back a long way.

Abelia, the tracks we've been following lead this direction.

Are you sure you haven't seen him?

You want to search my house?

Not if you tell me he isn't in there.

You can be sure I'm not going to have anybody around my kids that's a killer.

Matthew, we're fixing to test this dog.

- Do you want to watch? - Excuse me, Marshal.

It's awful important for my kids.

Abelia.

You go ahead, Festus. I want to take a look around.

Come on, Dobie. Dobie.

Come on, Dobie. You can do it!

Come on, Dobie! This way.

Atta boy.

Come on. Come on.

Over here.

Come on, Dobie, you can do it.

- Come on. - Come on.

No. No, Dobie, over here.

Dobie. Come on, Dobie.

See the food? See it? You can do it.

Come on, Dobie.

Come on, Dobie. Dobie!

Dobie, get over here.

- Dobie, don't go that way. - No. Come on.

Come on, Dobie. Come on, Dobie.

See the food, Dobie? Come on.

- Come on. See? - Come on, Dobie.

Come on, Dobie.

Come on. This way.

Come on. Come on, Dobie.

- Come on, Dobie. - Good boy.

- Come on, Dobie. - Please, Dobie.

Come on, Dobie. Dobie, come on, this way.

Please. Come on, Dobie. Come on.

Just a little bit farther.

- Dobie, come on. - Come on.

- Come on, Dobie. - Come on. Come on, Dobie.

- See the food? - This way.

Come on, boy. Come on, Dobie.

Come on, Dobie.

Come on, Dobie. Dobie, come on.

Come on, Dobie.

Dobie, come on. Come on.

Good boy!

- He did it! - Good boy!

- All right. - All right.

- Good boy, Dobie. - You did it, Dobie.

Man, you young'uns done good, didn't you?

He come right to you. Just like I knowed he would.

Well, I guess he's your responsibility now, Mrs. Johnson.

All right, Ed.

We'll keep him tied up until we're sure he's safe.

Yeah. Bye, Mrs. Johnson.

Marshal.

Abelia, how bad's he hurt?

Hurt?

I don't know...

It wasn't the kind of killing that you think, Marshal.

I'm still going to have to bring him in. Where is he?

Can I talk to him?

Do you think it'll do any good?

I don't know, but if you go up there by yourself,

there's going to be shooting.

And I'm kinda hoping he gives hisself up.

Well, I hope so, too.

Well, he was here.

Kane?

Kane?

Kane?

Kane?

Give it up.

You know, you said you stood as much chance as that dog.

Well, you was wrong about him.

He didn't have to die, and you don't either.

Or maybe you do. Maybe you don't have his brains.

Maybe you can't change because you're too dumb.

If you got free, you'd probably just always be looking

for some hole to crawl in,

some place that no human should ever be.

What's it going to be, Kane?

All right, Marshal. I'm coming out.

Anybody ever tell you you're a talky woman?

Yeah, come here, boy. Come get the stick. Yeah.

Over here, Dobie. Come on, boy.

- Sit. - Sit.

- Sit. Sit. - Sit. Sit.

That's a good boy, Dobie.

- Hi, Mr. Kane. - Hi, kids.

Hi, Mr. Kane.

- We're teaching Dobie some tricks. - Yeah.

You kids sure are doing a good job.

Come on, boy. Come on, Dobie.

You kids get over there and milk that cow.

Both: Okay.

And see if you can do it without calling me.

Okay, Ma...

It's been a long week.

The bullet Doc dug out of me was from Cole's derringer.

Gave the judge enough proof, I guess.

Well, I knew everything would be all right.

Figured I'd ride this way and say goodbye.

You headed anyplace special?

Just... maybe south.

Just get off by myself for a while.

Clear my mind of the last four years.

I wish you luck.

You think you'll be hiring a man come next spring?

Usually do.

I just might be riding through this way about that time.

- Bye, Mr. Kane! Bye! - Bye, Mr. Kane!

Goodbye, Marieanne. Bye, Jonathan.