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Are you positive that you never worked

the Golden Rail in Abilene?

Look, mister, we have never met,

and if we have, I've forgotten about it,

with obvious good reason.

The time wasted and the gal pretending

it just isn't the polite thing to get acquainted right off.

You walk around and you smell fancy...

You act real put out when a fella gets to sniffin'.

What stage are you takin' outta here?

So you naturally can take a different one, huh?

That's the general idea.

I guess it's just female nature

to stir up the dust around a fella,

and work up his thirst.

Two hours waitin' here for that Dodge stage?

What excuse they got this time

treatin' passengers like cattle?

Night rains made a mess of the roads, mister!

All the lines are runnin' behind.

How long before the Dodge stage will be through here?

My guess, ma'am, anywhere from two to five hours.

Not even a meal prepared here.

Station master leaves a note, he's got tooth problems.

Hey, what time is that connecting stage to the South?

Could be late afternoon too.

You folks help yourself to whatever grub's in there.

Be at home.

Hyah!

Fine way to run a line,

leavin' passengers to fend for themselves!

Maybe we ought to write up a complaint, or somethin',

don't you think?

I think you oughta shut up!

Since we gotta stay here,

I thought I'd put together some coffee.

That feller out there, he give you his name?

No, why?

It's Jay Wrecken, that's who it is, Jay Wrecken!

There's bounties on him, flyers, more than five $1,000 bounties!

He's a killer.

You sure?

Worked in Winfield Post Office last summer.

I seen pictures of him.

Funny scar on his arm, that's Jay Wrecken all right.

What can we do, you got a gun?

He's mean, near as bad as his brother.

In Austin, he beat up a woman so bad, she near died.

That's a good idea, coffee. Good idea!

Heat up a fire a little, maybe we can fry up a little somethin'.

You hungry, stranger?

That's a way of puttin' it.

Miss?

Do my waitin' in the back room!

We got him.

We got Jay Wrecken!

We're rich!

The whole bounty's ours!

We're rich!

I'm goin' to Seville, to get the sheriff.

Well, that's Jay Wrecken all right.

I'll need your names, where you come from.

How much bounty's there on him?

Well, for certain is 2,000 from this territory.

Could come to six or 7,000 by the time you include

the bounty money from other places.

Your name, ma'am?

Kitty Russell.

Same as runs the Dodge City Long Branch?

The same.

I'm Beal Brown, no special place,

just kinda drift, I guess.

Where do you want the money sent, Mr. Brown?

Well, I got a cousin who works at the Four Corners Saloon.

I was visitin' him.

It's about, near Dodge, about 10 miles east,

you can send it there.

Wait a minute!

You ain't writin' down our names.

Mister, I can't very well send you the bounty money

if I don't know your name, now can I?

We don't want nobody to know it was us kill Jay Wrecken.

We got our rights, this woman here and me.

Nobody known it was us.

Well, won't be the first bounty money I sent on

to be paid in secret.

We'll handle all bank drafts

through the Dodge marshal's office.

You're not sendin' me any of that money.

It's due to you, ma'am.

Mr. Brown said you both shot him.

I don't want any of it.

Wait a minute.

You ain't goin' outta here blabbin' it was me

killed Jay Wrecken.

You're in on this too!

Might even been your bullet what killed him,

but half still goes to me.

Look, I have no intentions of talking about this.

The whole thing is a nightmare to me!

I just wanna be on my way as soon as possible.

Well, Jay Wrecken may have been a killer,

but I sure wish it had been handled a little differently.

Understand your feelings, ma'am.

Only one thing could give me more pleasure

than burying Jay Wrecken.

That's doin' the same for his brother Cord.

Good evenin', Mr. Warren.

I hope I'm not disturbing you.

No, no, I'm just fixin' the edges on this box.

Please continue.

I just had a few questions

I thought you might be able to answer.

I'm Jules Hawkins of The Tulsa Dispatch.

Another one of them newspaper fellas, huh?

Sure had a mess of 'em underfoot around here

last couple days, I'll tell you.

I imagine so.

I understand you buried Jay Wrecken.

Jay Wrecken, stinkin' garbage!

You know what I did?

I put a couple extra holes in the box

so the worms get at him sooner.

So far, there seems to be more rumor than fact

around this town about what actually happened.

Most credible version to me seems to be

that Jay was ambushed at the stage junction

by two people on their way to Dodge City, is that right?

I don't know about that.

You talk to Sheriff about that.

I've already spoken to him.

He's rather a uncooperative man.

Well, yeah, he's been a little tight-mouthed

about the bounty money, where it's goin', that's a fact.

He did admit to several newsmen

the Dodge City marshal would be the dispersin' officer.

Well, sure a pretty penny

goin' to somebody's pocket up there.

Also conflicting rumors about the number of times

that Jay was shot.

Some say twice, some say half a dozen.

Twice, twice, I know.

I did the autopsy myself.

He got him a regular slug right in his back,

and he got a Derringer smack in his chest.

A Derringer?

Yes, sir.

Oh, Derringer, that could be a gambler

or even a woman.

He goes peaceful-like,

not even feelin' any of that pain

as he's been handin' out all his life.

I tell you somethin', if I had my way,

he wouldn't have died so gall-darned fast.

What judgment would you propose

for a person who obviously is of no further value to anyone?

I don't know,

but it'd be somethin' nice and slow-like,

somethin' to give a man a chance to think

on some of them deeds and some of them sins he committed.

May I see that?

Yeah.

Sharp.

Be careful.

Yeah, it's not impossible to stumble and fall,

suffer a fatal wound,

in the throat, perhaps, unable to cry out,

stranglin' on one's own blood.

Man's gotta be stupid to let a thing like that happen.

Indeed he would.

Tomorrow, I doubt anyone in your fair town

will even be surprised.

Huh?

Sharp.

Sheriff!

Sheriff!

Sheriff!

Sheriff!

Mr. Barker, Mr. Barker!

Mr. Barker, have you seen the sheriff?

It's Mr. Warren, he's dead!

Dead?

Yeah, there's blood everywhere!

Let's see if the sheriff's horse

- is still here. - Everywhere!

Somebody said he'd be ridin' out of town, though.

It's just awful, it's awful!

Ah, there's his horse, he's kickin' up a storm.

Wait a minute, there's somebody back there.

Who's that?

Used to be the sheriff, boy.

Marshal, it's four days now.

Got told it would take only maybe two.

I don't like sneakin' in here like this.

That came for you in today's mail.

Brown, why don't you take my advice and stay home?

I'll send the rest of it to you at Four Corners.

Paid to bearer.

$600?

That's only from the Cattleman's Association.

The rest of it's still comin' in.

Woman gettin' her share?

You're gettin' all of it.

One way, good for me.

Other way, she can always go around

tellin' stories about me

'cause she ain't takin' no money.

Brown, get outta here.

Sorry, sir.

Welcome to Dodge City.

I'd like a room overlooking the street.

Of course.

We can give you a nice room on the second floor.

Your first visit to Dodge City, Mister...

Hawkins, connected with The Tulsa Dispatch.

Yes, it's my first visit.

Well, we're always glad to have

gentlemen of the press with us.

I'm sure you'll find Dodge City an interesting place.

If I don't find it interesting,

I shall do my best to make it so.

Goodnight.

Goodnight, sir.

Doc?

- Morning, Doc. - Hi.

How's the doctorin' business these days?

Well, I get a good night's sleep once in a while.

Well, funny thing, Doc, this doctor.

Listen, I got this here feller that I know.

He keeps shyin' away from seein' doctors,

and he's just sufferin' to beat the band,

but he won't go see no doctor!

Who is this fella?

Oh, you wouldn't know him, Doc.

He's just a feller that I know,

just always kinda keeps off to hisself.

But he's got this here thing.

Doctor, it just goes clean up the top his head,

just thumps away like a blacksmith's hammer.

And I keep sayin' to him, "Well, you ought to go into town

"and see old Doc!"

But he said, "Aw, fiddle, there ain't nobody

"can do nothin' to fix a feller's head."

He said, "I ain't goin' in yonder

"and payin' no big high prices to some blamed,

"to some old doctor to tell me that there ain't nothin'

"he can do to fix a feller's head."

Pain there in the back of his neck,

he says, huh, throbbin' kinda?

Yeah, that's it, Doc, that's just where he says it is.

Yeah, well, sounds like.

Is that bad?

Well, it'd be an awful lot cheaper and better

if he'd pay a simple office call

just to find out what's wrong so he don't have to worry

about what's gonna happen to him.

Is that the onliest thing he can do?

I mean, outside of seein' you?

Well, the symptoms seem to indicate

that the problem lies in the micro-sciatic cavity

of the right front lobal,

which means that he's suffering from an inbred fear

that his mule is gettin' smarter than he is!

Why, you blamed old scutter!

I'll tell you something else!

I have noticed that you have always imagined

everything in the world is wrong with you

when nothing is ever wrong with you at all, physically!

You are a hypochondriac!

Well, you ain't nothin' but a blamed old

quack, quack, quack!

What was that all about?

I just ruined Festus's day.

- Oh, too bad. - No, no, that's good!

That's why I get up early in the morning.

Coffee?

No, I just had breakfast, thanks.

Doc, did you read this article in the paper

about Sheriff Green down in Seville?

Yeah, killed by his horse, I read it.

And the undertaker.

I mean, a sheriff and then the undertaker

that was handling Jay Wrecken's body,

both of 'em dyin', I don't know.

Kitty, why don't you just forget all about that?

Think it might be a coincidence?

I don't know about that.

I just know that you sure haven't been your old self

- since you got back. - Well, I'm upset.

I don't like bein' involved in this mess.

It's not your fault.

There's absolutely nothing you can do about it.

Anyway, Matt told me last night that he's goin' over there

sometime today, and I'm sure he'll look into it.

Did he say when he was leavin'?

Early.

Help yourself to coffee, Doc, I'll be right back.

Will you be gone long, Matt?

I don't know what I'll find down in Seville, Kitty,

but Doc's right, you gotta stop worryin' about it.

All this speculation in the newspaper about Cord Wrecken,

is he everything that the papers are sayin' he is?

Nobody's even seen him in over a year, Kitty.

Could be dead for all we know.

Well, I guess the thing that's makin me so nervous

is that Brown sneakin' in and outta your office,

lookin' at shadows.

Well, havin' him around's enough to make anybody nervous.

Look, I'll be back on Tuesday.

Try not to worry.

Miss Russell.

Jules Hawkins, Tulsa Dispatch.

What can I do for you, Mr. Hawkins?

You own the Long Branch Saloon?

That's right.

Well, it's been my experience,

when writing a piece about a particular locale,

in this case, Cattletown, Dodge, Abilene, Ellsworth, so on...

the more accurate and colorful information

passes over a bar, such as in the Long Branch,

than one can never find in libraries and newspaper files.

Well, that depends on the lateness of the hour

and how sober the customers are.

Nevertheless, if you don't mind,

I'd like to do a little eavesdroppin'.

Long Branch is a public place, Mr. Hawkins.

- Excuse me. - Of course, Ms. Russell.

Don't tell me they weren't burned out!

The house, the barn, the crops,

the whole shebang, up in smoke.

Still don't mean Missouri riders.

Coulda been Injuns.

Well, I think it was more...

Evening, Ms. Russell.

Well, heard anything exciting, Mr. Hawkins?

An eight-year-old fire.

Reminds me of panning for dust.

Much you're allowed to wash away.

Would you join me in a glass of wine?

Sam needs me to help him, but thank you anyhow.

The thing that really interests me

is Jay Wrecken bein' shot down front and back.

Terrible way for a man to die to my thinkin'.

Don't agree.

Got a mad dog in the street, you want him dead.

Jay Wrecken wasn't no mad dog.

Who says he wasn't?

I do.

He was a man like you and me, deservin' of a fair trial.

Put out a wanted poster on a man, dead or alive,

they're sayin' he's fair game!

Well, right or wrong, notice how the papers stopped talkin'

about the killers bein' from Dodge?

They're tryin' to play that down now.

You know, I don't take none with bounty hunters.

But they sure give a feller a itch, don't they?

One pull of the trigger and he gets set up for life.

Yeah, except they don't sleep too well

after killin' Cord Wrecken's baby brother.

Funny about Cord Wrecken,

never any pictures on him.

Most people seein' his face gets killed real quick.

Them that's killed Jay Wrecken

shouldn't be too hard to find.

Let's see now, murder was on Friday.

Hey, I bet you didn't have two stage coaches

up from the south in the next 24 hours.

Am I right, Mr. Burke?

Well, that was a good night for ducks, all right.

Where you meetin' all those stages, Mr. Burke?

Bet you could take a fair guess

who got their licks in on Jay Wrecken.

Well, let's just say I got a few thoughts of my own.

Burke, don't you think you talk too much?

Well, I'm just sayin' the same, Ms. Kitty.

I guess there are a few things that's best left unsaid.

Just keep your nose pointed into that ledger.

There ain't nothin' in the safe worth takin', mister.

We're gonna talk about stage arrivals from the south,

starting last Friday.

Friday?

I don't want to hear about any old ladies

or fat farmers coming home to Dodge.

Start with town gamblers and fancy women,

someone who might carry a Derringer.

Mister, I don't know what you're talkin', Friday?

Mr. Burke, you would try the patience of a saint,

and I'm about as far removed from that category

as one could imagine.

Well, I was just trying to think about Friday.

Dip your pen and start writing names, where they live.

I can't.

Why not?

Well, I went home early Friday.

Next day, whole weekend, I had off and the office closed.

I'm allowed to do that

when there's no strong boxes coming through.

Well, Mr. Burke, less than an hour ago,

you spoke of having some thoughts on the Wrecken killers.

Leaving things unsaid was the way you put it.

It's just talk.

Sometimes, I talk too much.

You're commonly known as a windbag.

Look, there's nothin' I can do to help you.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry too, Mr. Burke.

Not in the same degree as you are, of course.

Sounded like it come from the freight office.

Burke!

Burke?

Mornin', Newly.

Mornin', Mr. Benton.

How's Burke?

Well, Doc says he's got a 50-50 chance to pull out of it.

Burke regain consciousness yet?

Yes, he has, but he's still too weak to talk.

Well, I heard the freight manager say

nothing was touched in the office.

I've got something here that's rather a puzzle.

Found it slipped under my door.

"To be included in the bounties on Jay Wrecken,

"Anonymous Donor."

Bank draft made out to Marshal Dillon for $1,000.

Looks like somebody around Dodge is a little grateful

that Jay Wrecken was finally put outta the way.

I'll turn it over to Marshal Dillon

when he gets back into town.

Came just in time for today's edition.

Something else I'll add to Jay Wrecken's story.

Oh, Festus!

Hey, how's Burke getting on?

Oh, Doc says he's startin' to sip a little bit of water,

and that thirst supposed to be a pretty good sign, I guess.

Well, I'm so glad.

Festus, have you heard of anyone seriously ill

or dying in these parts?

You mean you ain't got enough business?

No, no, nothing like that.

You see, I had this strange request this morning.

Came in this envelope that somebody slipped under my door.

I was request that two graves be dug on Boot Hill

and $50 was enclosed to defray expenses.

Who's it from?

Well, as you can see, whoever it was didn't sign the note.

Now, I ordered the two graves prepared,

but, well, I'm puzzled as to who they're intended for.

I don't believe I can help you none there, Percy.

Well, it has occurred to me that some remains

may be coming in on the train.

Perhaps two of our former citizens

have requested burial back in their hometown.

Yeah, that there could be, Percy.

Figures somebody goes to work and pays for a grave,

there must be a body around some place or other, don't it?

Yeah.

Thanks, Festus.

You betcha, Percy.

Oh, my best to Burke.

You betcha, I'll tell him.

Well, when'll he be back?

We expect the marshal back in the morning.

Is there anything I can help you with?

Well, no, no, I'll be back tomorrow.

Good evening, sir.

I wonder if you might direct me to Boot Hill?

Boot Hill?

The cemetery.

At the crossroad and up the rise,

you can reach it across that field yonder.

Hey!

Lead the way quietly.

Where?

Boot Hill.

You can assist me with some grieving I have to do.

You just gotta believe me!

That's all there was to it, I swear it!

I was just reportin' them horses stolen.

Gee, I make a dollar now and then tradin' a horse.

Why sneak down the Dodge street to report a horse stolen?

Well, I reckon I was a little nervous,

I mean, seein' as how there's a thief around and all.

Mr. Brown, you have a pretty good imagination.

But doesn't it occur to you

that your back-shootin' partner and I

have already had a little talk?

She's lyin', she's just tryin' to save her skin!

What's she lyin' about, Mr. Brown?

It was her idea!

She said she would sorta make eyes at your brother,

for me to be ready when she shot him.

I was scared and I said I didn't wanna do that!

And the next thing I know, she's shootin' Jay.

I figure, if Jay wasn't dead, he'd be killin' me.

It's all her fault, I didn't want any of that bounty money!

Now, now, Mr. Brown, you have nothing to fear from me.

I ain't?

No, I simply wanted to know the truth

behind my brother's death.

Now, this woman, was she a stranger to you

or do you know her name?

Sure, but if you say I told you,

I'd be in big trouble with that marshal.

Now, you gotta promise!

What's the marshal got to do with this?

She's his woman, Kitty Russell.

Ms. Kitty.

Uh-huh?

I'll be goin' over to Garden City tomorrow

with Tom to a barn dance,

and I don't have anything to wear,

so I was wondering...

You were wondering if you could borrow something from me.

'Course you can.

Oh, it's real nice of you, Ms. Kitty.

Just go on upstairs and pick out somethin',

- and I'll be up in a minute. - Thank you.

Evening, Sam.

Oh, good evening, Marshal.

Kitty around?

She just went upstairs, I'll get her.

Ms. Kitty, the marshal's here!

Tell him I'll be right down, Sam.

Night, Ms. Kitty.

Night, Sam.

Night, Marshal.

Sam, thank you.

Well, we weren't expecting you back until tomorrow.

- Can I buy you a drink? - No, no, thanks, Kitty.

Newly's just been fillin' me in on what's happened.

I'm gonna put a 24-hour guard on you

and puttin' one on Brown too.

I just sent Festus down there to Four Corners.

Cord Wrecken?

He could be in Dodge right now.

I'm almost positive it was him that killed that undertaker

and that sheriff in Seville shortly after you talked to him.

Now, Doc tells me Burke may be ready to talk by morning.

Come on, honey, come here.

Flo, what happened?

The man, he was in the room and he had a knife!

Did you get a look at him?

No, just the knife, a big Bowie knife.

And he said to tell you... Tell me what?

That you were lucky this time,

but that he wouldn't miss again.

Come on, Flo.

Come on, it's all over now.

Let's go downstairs and have a drink.

No, I never saw him.

What about his voice, Burke, have you heard it before?

No, sir.

Do you think you'd recognize it if you heard it again?

Yeah, I think so.

You say all he wanted to know was the time

of the stage arrivals and the passenger list?

Yeah, it was from the Friday before

when we had so many stages delayed.

I told him I couldn't give him any,

and that's when I heard the gun cock.

Matthew?

I think that's all.

Matthew, I stayed at yonder Four Corners all night

and Brown, he didn't show up.

And seein' as there's been so many funny things

that happened around here, I figured I'd ride old Ruth by

and see for my own self.

Ride by where?

Boot Hill.

You know them two graves that Percy Crump had dug

and didn't have no bodies to put in 'em?

Well, one of 'em ain't empty no more.

Right over here, Matthew.

I want Dodge bottled up.

All roads blocked, no stages leavin', let's go.

You gentlemen wait here

and Marshal Dillon will be right out to deputize you.

Can't say I like leavin' my wife home alone.

Yeah, my family...

Greetings, Sam.

Oh, good evening.

Quite a bit of excitement.

Yes, sir, a little too much.

I wonder if I might purchase

a bottle of wine before you close?

Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Hawkins.

Strict orders from the marshal,

no business whatever can be conducted here.

I see.

- Goodnight. - Goodnight.

Excuse me, sir.

The curfew started, you'll have to leave the streets.

Does that apply to newspapermen as well?

Yes, it does. It'll only be deputies on the street tonight.

Perhaps you could deputize me

and make my presence on the street legal?

I'm sorry, but people known only

to Marshal Dillon and myself will be deputized.

I see.

Well, I understand.

- Goodnight. - Goodnight.

Carter, pass these out, will ya?

Now, boys, I don't want anybody pickin' up a stranger alone,

so always have another deputy with ya.

Remember, there's armed men on every corner,

so if you run into somebody,

get one of those men to help ya.

It sure would help, Marshal,

if we knew what he looked like!

Well, if you see any man

you got the slightest doubt about,

bring him into the jail for questioning.

All right, men.

Here we go, all right.

Go on down the street, this way.

Yes?

Just one moment, please.

You Mr. Hawkins with some newspaper?

Yes, you gentlemen have been expected.

You got some identification, Mr. Hawkins?

Yes.

Here's my card,

and here's a draft on the Dodge City Bank,

should I run low on funds.

Something in there, newspaper,

your picture in it or something?

No, I'm afraid not.

Things you're writin', a letter from your paper.

You gentlemen'll have to be satisfied

with what you have.

You mean to tell me a newspaper man

don't carry something in his bag

to show he's travelin' around writin'?

Jim, open it.

Now, wait a minute, I protest.

This is all very high-handed.

Now, we don't mind bein' impolite tonight.

Now open it.

Sam, you're so tired, why don't you go lie down?

No, no, I'm all right, Ms. Kitty.

Look, I promise, I won't make a move without wakin' you.

Well, Festus will be here

in a little while to spell me.

You're the one that ought to get some sleep.

Not on a night like tonight.

What's goin' on?

We got him, Ms. Russell!

We got Cord Wrecken!

Are you sure, Carter?

We found him with a picture of his brother, Jay,

even with a letter from Jay,

sayin' he was gonna meet him in Indian territory.

We're gettin' the marshal now!

I've never been so relieved over anything in my life.

Sam, do me a favor.

Go find Matt and tell him when he's finished

that there's a tall one waitin' for him here.

On the house!

How did you get in here?

Your backdoor, lady.

I seldom find a lock to be an obstacle.

I thought we might have a leisurely chat

over a glass of wine.

Ah, Dubarre. Excellent, excellent.

Mr. Hawkins, I wanna know what you're doin' here.

And I want to know what sweet nothings

from that pretty mouth of yours

enticed my brother into the bedroom at that way station.

They're just not mine!

I swear it!

I swear it!

Inside his own locked suitcase, and they're not his.

What day did you get into town?

Then Brown fired first.

That's right.

And Jay followed you into the bedroom

without you invitin' him.

Does that surprise you, Mr. Wrecken?

Join me.

Well, history seems to be repeating itself, Ms. Russell,

except there's nobody at my back.

I'm ready to pull this trigger.

Now, you just better get back.

That's the first thought that entered my mind

when I came into the office.

"Where the Derringer is kept."

When I was in your bedroom, I noticed a lack of weapons,

deadly weapons, that is.

You can pull the trigger anyway,

satisfy that female curiosity.

Now, Ms. Russell, you're going to tell me

the total and absolute truth.

I am telling the truth.

You're not listening.

By what reasoning can you imagine

that my brother would kill you for simply slapping his face?

To hear a shot in the main room,

and the door open, and your brother raising his gun,

you would have done the same thing.

All happened too quickly for you to think.

Yes.

But not so quickly, you couldn't find the Derringer

in your bag.

I'm beginning to understand your problem.

You're trying to convince yourself

that you kill with justification.

Does that make your life bearable, Mr. Wrecken?

Life is not bearable, Ms. Russell, nor will it ever be.

Ms. Russell...

my problem is that I loved my brother.

When we were youngsters,

Jay and I dreamed of conquerin' the world together.

Now, is it so difficult for you to understand

that I feel I owe him justice?

He was killed for dollars, not in the name of justice.

The latter, I could understand.

Justice, you're even sicker than your brother.

You killed my brother for bounty money, lady.

You know what that makes you?

How many times do I have to keep sayin' it?

Yes, I locked my suitcase.

I told you that before!

I always lock it before leavin' the room.

Twenty years of drummin', you lock the suitcase!

All right, so a hotel thief coulda come in and taken it,

but why make it easy for somethin' he wants to pocket?

This the voice, Burke?

No, sir.

That's not his voice.

Carter, was there anything unusual about this man

that made you want to open the suitcase?

Mr. Hawkins in the room next door,

he's a newspaperman, Marshal,

he told us he suspected his neighbor, meanin' him!

What about this Hawkins, was he able to identify himself?

Well, he seemed to be who he said he was.

Marshal!

What is it, Sam?

Ms. Kitty said when you get through

with Cord Wrecken there,

she wants you to come to The Long Branch.

All right, Festus with her, isn't he?

No, when we heard you got him, we didn't feel we should...

I can't believe you turned down that bounty money!

You work day and night in this saloon

to separate men from their money,

and you saw a year's profit in the instant it took,

a bullet to snuff out my brother's life!

Believe what you want to believe.

Every word you've been tellin' me is a lie!

But then, I never met a woman who could open her mouth

with any truth.

Mister, the way I feel right now,

I wish I'd accepted the bounty money

and bought drinks for anybody who wanted

to put a Wrecken where they belong!

I'll blow you apart, mister.

Ms. Russell, do you really think a man

as cautious as I would unload a Derringer

and leave a loaded shotgun

where you could get your hands on it?

There's only one way to find out.

You don't have time to look down

to see if it's loaded, do you?

It won't do you any good, but go ahead, pull the trigger!

Wrecken!

- Take him out, boys. - Yes, sir.

Kitty.

You all right?

I thought you had him in custody.

So did we.

There aren't any more brothers, are there?

That's the last of 'em, Kitty.