Original subtitles

Starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.

Dinner about ready, Clara?

It was ready at noon.

That was an hour ago.

Well, I was over to Jake Wirth's.

I thought he might be interested in buying some heifers.

But he wasn't.

Not at any price that'd give me a profit.

You're gonna have to forget about profit;

we got bills to pay.

I know, Clara, I know.

I'm doing the best I can.

That Jim Redfield?

Never did like that man.

Ah, Clara, Jim Redfield's a friend of mine.

Can be downright mean, but he's always treated me good.

I don't trust him, never did.

Howdy, Jim. You're just in time for dinner.

You're eating well out here, are you?

Why, sure.

Maybe that's why you ain't made no payments

on this place for two months.

Well, I told you in town the other day, Jim.

Was a month ago when you told me

you'd make your payments in two weeks.

Well, nobody's buying nothing.

I just now come back from trying to sell Jake Wirth some heifers.

Everybody knows the cattle market's way down.

Well, it won't stay there, Jim.

It's bound to be back in a couple of months.

I want my money, Shanks.

Well, now, look, Redfield,

you and me been friends for a long time.

That's why I been leasing this ranch from you,

even though you're charging awful high for it.

I want my money and I want it now.

Today.

Today?

Either that or pack up and get out.

Today.

Told you I never did trust that man.

Papers on this ranch are all legal.

The day you don't pay your lease, out you go.

I can't believe it.

I got to make a living, too, you know.

And I won't have no trouble

leasing this place to somebody else.

Now, you go on in and start packing up, Clara.

And you better go get your stock gathered, Cliff.

Get out of here.

What are you doing?

Get riding, I tell you.

Well, you can't run me off my own land.

Get riding or you'll die on your own land!

You've done it.

Now you fixed things real good.

He comes back here, I'll kill him.

He'll be back.

And you won't kill him.

You turning on me, too?

Course not.

I'm proud to be married to a failure.

Got a job for you, Marshal.

What's that?

That's an eviction notice.

Signed by Judge Brooking.

Cliff Shanks?

I thought he was a friend of yours.

Business is bigger than friendship, Marshal.

Hmm.

What do you want me to do,

take this out and serve it on him, is that it?

It's your duty.

And if they ain't out of there by sundown,

I'm gonna hire me some men and shoot them out.

I don't even want to hear any talk like that out of you.

Then you get them off my land, Marshal, and out of my house.

I can rent that place overnight once they're gone.

All right.

I'll go out there right now, but you're riding out with me.

What for?

Because I want you to hear me tell him

that court order or no, he's got a week to move out.

Now, you can't do that, Marshal.

That order was signed by the judge and it's legal.

Yeah, I know.

Let's go.

Oh, Chester, would you...

I run you off once, Redfield!

See what I told you, Marshal?

Put the rifle away, Shanks.

Aw, Marshal, what are you siding with him for?

I'm not siding with anybody.

Shanks, I... sorry to have to say this,

but I got an eviction notice here for you.

It was signed by the judge this morning.

So you went to court, did you?

How else was I gonna get you off this place?

There weren't no other way, you coward.

Business is business.

You know that.

You make me sick.

How long do I have, Marshal?

I'll see that you get a week.

Wait a second, Marshal.

That eviction notice is signed for today.

I can go to the judge about this.

All right, you do that.

I'll still see that you get a week, Shanks.

Thank you.

Well, so long, friend.

I said I was sorry.

Well, is there anything I can do to help you, Shanks?

No, there's nothing, Marshal.

I'll be riding in to see Kyle Terry tomorrow.

Sell your cattle, huh?

Market may be down, but, well, Kyle's an old friend of mine.

He'll pay me the highest price he can,

and I'll take Clara and go to Colorado, make a new start.

Yeah.

Well, I'm sure sorry about all this

and wish you a lot of luck.

Thank you, Marshal.

So long.

Clara!

Hello, there, Clara.

Hello, Len.

You look mighty pretty today.

Here, let me help you with the packages.

- Thank you. - You in town alone?

No. Cliff went to see Kyle Terry.

Oh, mighty good time to be buying cattle,

price down like it is.

He's selling, not buying.

Oh?

You're a good friend of his, Len; you might as well know.

We're broke.

Broke?

But you still got the ranch.

We've only been leasing it.

Oh, yes, I-I forgot.

You know what these packages are?

Few new clothes I bought.

I have to return them to the store.

It's a doggone shame.

Woman like you deserves better, Clara.

Wait till we get to Colorado.

He's gonna take up mining next.

At his age?

It'll kill him.

What about me?

Living in a shack at 12,000 feet.

I hear those winters are nice.

It just ain't right.

You're a young, attractive woman, Clara.

I've done my best to be a good wife to Cliff.

You know that.

Yes, I do.

And many's the time I've admired you for it.

It ain't easy being married to a man that much older.

I don't mean to be complaining, Len,

but somehow I've always felt that you understood things.

'Course I understood.

I've always had a...

well, a special kind of feeling for you, Clara.

I have to take these back to the store.

I'll go along with you.

Shanks'll be a while.

We'll get a cup of coffee at Delmonico's

while we're waiting.

Do you... think we should?

Why not?

Me and Shanks are old friends, ain't we?

All right, Kyle, if $500's all you can pay,

I guess I'll have to take it.

I need the stake to get started in Colorado.

If you'll just sign... right there.

There we are, all signed and sealed.

How about the money?

Yeah.

I'm glad you reminded me.

Not that I would've forgot.

There you are.

There's only $300 here.

Well, that's all I can give you right now.

I'll, uh, I'll send the rest to Colorado.

Now, look, Kyle, our deal was for $500,

and you're getting a bargain at that.

Them cattle's worth at least $900, and you know it!

But you're forgetting the cattle market's

going down, down, down, and $500 a fair price for today.

Well, then at least give me that!

All right.

There's my IOU.

I would've made it out before, only...

I thought we were friends.

Now, this ain't gonna buy me no groceries in Colorado.

Well, I'm short of cash right now, like everybody is.

I swear I'll send it to you within two months.

Shanks, I'm giving you my word.

Sure.

Good luck.

♪ But all that he made ♪

♪ Was his own grave ♪

♪ When he crossed the path ♪

♪ Of a killer... ♪

Oh. Oh, I'll, uh, be through here in just a minute, Doc.

- Well, I've changed my mind. - Huh?

I'm only gonna pay for half of that grease.

Well, now, just a minute.

Now, looky here, Doc, that-that was our deal.

I was to grease the wheels of your buggy

for 50 cents a wheel, and the grease was extra.

You said that yourself, that the grease was extra.

The grease that goes on the wheels, I'll pay for.

I'm not gonna pay for all of that that went on you.

Oh.

Well... by golly, Doc,

you-you can't expect a body

just to-to do a dirty old job like this,

then just get right up and go off to church.

No, not unless you want to break the Sabbath.

- Huh? - It's wrong to work on Sunday.

You shouldn't be working on Sunday.

- Well, I... - Now, I'm not gonna tell anybody about it,

just get the wheels greased, and hurry it,

because I got a call I got to make in the country.

Now, hurry up and get that wheel on there.

Well, I-I...

I sure want to thank you for taking the stuff, Moss.

All right. When are you leaving?

First thing in the morning. I'll see you then.

- All right. Good luck to you. - Thank you.

Doc, Chester, howdy.

Did I hear you say you was leaving?

That's right. I'm going to Colorado,

try mining gold for a change.

Mining for gold?

Taking quite a chance, ain't it?

Well, it's no worse than the chance I been taking here, Doc.

Well, I don't know what you mean by that.

Well, none of my friends helped me out when I needed 'em.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, Jim Redfield, I heard about that.

I guess he didn't help you much, huh?

And Kyle Terry... He bought my stock

for about half of what it was worth,

and then gave me cash for less than half of that.

Kyle Terry done that?

Well, no wonder he's prosperous...

He gets it cheating.

I can believe it now.

Why, Moss Grimmick's the only decent man

- I ever ran into lately. - Yeah.

I sold him my wagon and my stuff for...

for a fair price... And all cash, too.

Well, if you sold your wagon, how are you and Clara

gonna get out there to Colorado?

Well, that's just it, Doc; Clara ain't going.

She ain't?

I got another "friend," Len Ware.

Jim Redfield got my ranch,

Kyle Terry got my stock and...

Len Ware got my wife.

No sense staying here.

♪♪

That's just awful.

♪♪

Howdy, Marshal.

Oh, hello, Shanks. Where you headed?

Colorado.

Oh. This time of night?

Well, it's cooler traveling at night, Marshal.

Easier on the horse.

Well, I guess that's true, all right.

What's your hurry?

There's gold waiting for me there.

Lots of it.

And I'll be back one day,

and I'll make 'em sit up.

I'll build an opera house of solid gold.

Sure hope you hit it, Shanks.

Thank you, Marshal.

♪♪

♪♪

Whew!

This sure ain't no work for a man... my age.

Well...

♪♪

How many of 'em are there?

Just them two, I reckon.

We got to cut that arrow out of you.

- Where's your camp? - Back yonder up the hill.

Come on, I'll help you up there.

Coffee's about ready.

I got a little sugar in one of them panniers.

- Sugar? - Uh-huh.

- Doggone. - What's the matter?

At first I thought you had gold in them pokes.

Coffee, salt and sugar,

and I'm lucky to have that.

That's sugar right in your hand.

You keep these around just in case, huh?

Yeah. But I kind of give up ever finding gold.

I give up looking for gold a long time ago.

You didn't tell me what you do, Quimby.

Oh, I do a little of everything.

Right now I'm just drifting.

Thank you.

Ah... I'll tell you, that tastes better

than any cup of coffee I ever had in my whole life.

Yeah, but it ain't worth getting a arrow in your leg

every morning just so the coffee'll taste good, is it?

Not hardly.

But I'll tell you something, Quimby,

it takes something like this to bring a man to his senses.

What do you mean?

Well, I'm... I'm thinking this is a poor kind of life.

I sweat all day and I freeze all night.

I work my fool head off and go around half starved.

And what's at the end of it?

Some injun's gonna unhook my scalp, that's all.

No, sir, it don't make sense.

Well, if you wasn't doing this, what would you be doing?

Using my head instead of my back.

You mean, become a judge or something?

Better. Much better.

And you thinking them pokes was full of gold

give me the idea.

What idea?

Quimby...

how'd you like to see Dodge City, Kansas?

Don't mean nothing to me.

Well, how'd you like to have a ranch and cattle

and anything else you want and all at the same time?

You got a fever?

Yeah, it's been burning me up for a year.

Quimby, we're going back, you and me,

and I'm splitting with you, 50-50, right down the line.

You better get some rest, Shanks.

It'll work.

Oh-ho, how it'll work.

We'll start out tomorrow morning.

- You got a bad leg, remember? - It'll heal on the way.

Now, give me some more coffee,

and you better get supper started.

♪♪

All right, you're stronger than me.

You bring it in, and I'll stand guard.

Okay.

- Isn't that Cliff Shanks? - It sure is.

And it looks like that other fella's carrying sacks of gold.

Got to be. Otherwise, what are they going in the bank for?

Hello, Botkin.

Hello.

Cliff Shanks! Have you forgotten me?

Shanks! Good heavens, man, it's been a long time.

A year.

- Print Quimby. - How do you do?

- Howdy. - I heard you were in Colorado.

That's right. Mining.

Till my partner and I struck it rich.

Put it right down there.

Got a little something I want to show you.

Now, you know what that is.

Pure gold dust? Well, you must be millionaires!

That'll be all, Smith.

Go back to your desk; I'll call you later.

Yes, sir.

I'm sorry about that, gentlemen.

I forgot he was even here.

Now word'll be all over town.

Oh, that's all right; nothing bothers us,

except knowing that it's safe.

Well, I can't say this bank's never been robbed,

but ain't nobody ever busted into that safe,

and it ain't likely they ever will.

Well, then that's where we'll keep her!

Fine.

Tell me, the, uh, Dodge House still running?

Yes, indeed.

Well, good. First we'll get us some clothes.

I think Mr. Jonas will extend us a little credit, won't he?

He'll be glad to, I'm sure.

There, you can put it right in there, Quimby.

There they are.

Well, gentlemen, I can guarantee your gold is safe now.

Good enough.

Well, partner, should we get cleaned up?

- Let's go. - All right.

What's the matter?

That's the woman.

- Your wife? - She was.

Come on.

It is him, Len.

He did come back.

That's what I told you.

Everybody's talking about how rich he is, too.

- It isn't fair. - What?

I mean... his having all that money.

Well, by golly, look who's here!

Well, howdy, Green.

Shanks, it's good to see you, it really is.

Thank you. I'll tell you, Mr. Quimby and I

are kind of hungry, so if you'll just tell me

how much a couple of your thickest steaks...

Here, now.

You get your hand out of your pocket.

You don't want your partner here

thinking queer thoughts about us Dodge folk, do you?

Well, now, I sure wouldn't want that.

Dinner's on the house... Anything you want.

It's the only way I got of saying welcome home.

It'll do, Green.

You just bring us them steaks and...

whatever you got to go with 'em.

I'll go pick 'em out myself.

Good to see you.

What did I tell you, Quimby?

For a couple of fellas without a dollar to our name,

we're doing pretty well, ain't we?

Mm. After dinner we'll go over and have a couple of drinks,

just to celebrate a little.

Yeah, I'd kind of like that.

Evening, Kitty.

Well, for heaven's sake!

It is Cliff Shanks, isn't it?

By golly, I thought you forgot me!

- Welcome home. - Well, thank you.

Oh, say, I want you to meet my partner, Print Quimby.

Ma'am.

How do you do?

Sam, let's have a couple of whiskeys here.

On the house, gentlemen.

- Well, that's mighty good of you, Kitty. - Thank you, ma'am.

First drink's always on the house

when you've been away for a long time.

After that, it's the same as always... cash on the line.

Even though you are rich.

Kitty's probably the only honest person in all of Dodge.

Yeah, I'm beginning to believe that.

Well, so you made out rich in Colorado, eh?

Well, I guess you could put it that way, Kitty.

Well, the way I heard it, you two came riding into town today

with a half a ton of gold dust.

Well, now, I'd call that a slight exaggeration.

Now, you couldn't expect me to come back here broke,

now, could you?

Well, you can spend as much of it as you want right in here.

Our liquor's no better than anyplace else in town,

it's just that, uh, our prices are a little higher.

- Enjoy yourselves. - Thanks for the drink.

Here's to you.

- It's Cliff Shanks! - Yeah.

Cliff, how are you!

Yeah, glad to see you back, Cliff!

- Here, let me buy you a drink. - Set 'em up, barkeep!

The drinks are on us! Come on, everybody,

let's give Cliff a real welcome home!

♪♪

Well... hello, Shanks.

- I heard you were back. - Marshal, good to see you.

I'd like you to meet my partner.

Print Quimby, Marshal Dillon.

- How do you do? - Howdy.

Sit down for a spell, Marshal.

Unless you're on your way to a hanging.

No, no. Just going over to the stable, as a matter of fact.

Well, from what I understand,

I should've gone to Colorado with you.

No, no, no, that was mostly hard work and short pay.

Well, that wouldn't been much change for me.

'Course, the work got easier somehow

after Quimby and me made our strike.

Yeah. Where was that?

Near a place called Cotopaxi.

Cotopaxi?

About a hundred miles on west of Pueblo.

Ah. Well, you must've come back through Pueblo, then, huh?

Well, uh, yeah, sure.

Well, why didn't you leave your gold there?

Seems to me you were taking an awful chance

bringing it way back here.

Oh, well, that was my idea, Marshal.

Kind of sentimental, I guess.

I wanted to come back to Dodge with just what I went after,

and that's what I done.

Nothing wrong with that, is there?

No, no.

It seems like a pretty strong sentiment.

It is.

Well, if I was rich like you fellas,

I guess I could sit around here and talk all morning,

but I got to go out and earn my dinner.

Don't let him spend it all on some wild woman, now, will you?

I won't leave him out of my sight, Marshal.

See you later.

I sure wouldn't want to tangle with him.

Well, now, if things go right you won't have to.

Well... you know, I never gave it much thought,

but we ain't doing nothing illegal, are we?

Now, what's illegal about taking advantage of men's greed?

Well, I... I don't know.

Well.

Cliff Shanks!

Redfield.

I been looking all over for you.

Didn't hear you was back till this morning.

It's good to see you, Shanks.

Well, it's good to see you, Redfield, you bet.

Listen to me, Shanks, I want to talk to you.

Oh! I thought you'd come in to play.

No, no. I said I been looking for you.

Oh. Say, this is my partner, Print Quimby.

- Jim Redfield. - Howdy, Quimby.

Howdy.

Well... what can I do for you, Redfield?

Well, now, it's, uh,

it's more like me doing something for you.

Oh, you always was that way.

Now, Shanks, you've got to be fair.

I had no choice putting you off that land.

Why, of course not.

This is what I come to tell you, Shanks.

That ranch is available again,

and this time I'm willing to sell it.

Sell it?

It's a fine ranch.

Price of cattle is way up now.

A man could make a lot of money on that place.

What do I need a ranch for?

I've retired.

Make you a real good price.

For cash, of course.

I ain't interested.

Well, lease it, then... You can at least do that.

Nah.

It's an idea, Shanks... we're gonna need a place to stay.

He's right.

And that's a fine place, too.

Well, I don't know.

How much you asking for it?

By the month, I mean.

Well...

I'll let you have it same as before.

- Too much. - But it's worth more now.

What's money to us?

Well, uh... I guess you're right, Quimby.

Fine! Fine.

I'll go draw up the papers.

You gentlemen go right on with your game,

and I'll bring 'em right back here.

It's good to see you, Shanks.

Nice to meet you, Quimby.

Wait a minute, I'll give you a hand with that.

Well... well, we got it about all in now.

Yeah, enough supplies to last a half year, you ask me.

Yeah, and all on credit, too.

That's when we go to jail, when we can't pay up.

Oh, Quimby, will you quit worrying?

What are we gonna do out here, anyway, grow potatoes?

Well...

Hey, here comes the answer to that right now.

Well, Cliff Shanks, how are you?

It's sure good to see you.

You know, we missed you around here.

This your partner I been hearing about?

- Uh-huh. - Print Quimby.

Well, Kyle Terry. Sure nice knowing you.

I would've made it out here sooner, but I been out of town.

Got something for you.

I was trying to get this money to you for a whole year.

It's the $200 I owe you on that cattle deal.

Why, Terry, I sent you an address in Colorado three times.

No. Well, ain't that something? Never heard once.

Sure a crime the way they run the mail, isn't it?

It's a crime the way they run a lot of things.

Yeah. Yeah.

Well, I'm glad you're back on the ranch.

But what are you gonna do out here?

You can't make a living raising potatoes.

Well, I reckon they didn't tell you, Terry.

We don't need to make a living.

Well, I heard that you brought a burro into town

just loaded down with gold dust.

But I been thinking, you're gonna get a little bored

just sitting around doing nothing.

A man needs work, needs an interest.

He might be right, Shanks.

Maybe we ought to have a little something going to...

keep us out of mischief.

Yeah, maybe.

Now, Shanks, you listen to Quimby... he's right.

And naturally, since cattle's what you know best...

Outside of mining, of course...

I'm ready to offer you a fine deal

on a couple hundred head of cattle I got a hold of.

Now, what do you call a "fine deal," Terry?

Well, now, Shanks, since you've been away,

why, the cattle market's been going up, up, up, up.

Well, it don't matter; I guess we'll take 'em.

You figure out a price,

and we'll talk about it after we see the stock.

Well, that's fine; I got 'em pastured

just south of Dodge a ways, ready at your convenience.

Tomorrow's all right, I guess.

Oh, that's fine. I'll be waiting for you.

- Good day, gentlemen. - So long.

Come on.

Well, it worked just fine.

But, uh, ain't he gonna be wanting his money right off?

In a week or so, if I know him.

Well, I don't get it.

Seems to me we're headed over a tall cliff.

No, all we did is get him hooked.

- Now we're gonna land him. - What do you mean?

I'll tell you about it after dinner.

You bring that stuff in, and I'll get dinner started.

Yeah, you've been right about everything so far.

I got a little idea, Redfield.

I thought you might be interested in it.

Yeah?

Shanks had a bad attack last night.

I don't think he's gonna make it through the next one.

He's gonna die for sure.

It's his heart.

All that hard work up in the high Rockies last year,

no good for a man his age.

So?

I got to know him pretty well this last year.

Probably better than any of you folks ever did.

Go on.

Well, he's sentimental, Shanks is,

especially about friends.

He's got a need for friends that's something fierce.

Fact is, Redfield,

Shanks'll do just about anything

for somebody he thought was his friend.

Well, I've always been his friend.

Well, Shanks is gonna make out his will pretty soon.

He's gonna leave his half of everything that we own

to whoever he thinks is his best friend.

- You mean you? - No.

No, he's, uh, pretty stubborn about that.

He's a moral old fool.

He thinks I got too much money for my own good right now.

He won't leave me a dollar.

- Well... - Listen, w-w-wait a minute.

Wait a minute, Quimby, uh...

you haven't told me your idea.

Well, I thought you could figure that out for yourself.

You tell me.

Well, it's very simple.

You prove your friendship

by, uh, doing something generous somehow,

and maybe he'll leave you the money.

Maybe?

Well, there's a lot of other fellas

gonna get the same idea, Redfield, and...

I got a lot of influence with Shanks.

For using that influence,

I'm only gonna ask you for half of what he leaves you.

Half?!

Found money for you, Redfield.

Take it or leave it.

Well, now, wait, but...

♪♪

What do you got there?

Shot of red-eye.

- Where's mine? - You're sick.

You mean you're low enough to take advantage of a sick man?

Well, you put it that way, here.

I'll get another one.

Kyle Terry.

- How do I look? - You look fine.

I mean, uh, you look terrible.

Where is he?

He's in bed. Where do you expect he'd be?

You can go in, but don't get him upset about nothin'.

Of course I won't.

He ain't dead yet, is he?

I don't know. Feel him.

He's all right.

Shanks?

Cliff Shanks... it's Kyle Terry.

Your old faithful friend has come to see you.

- Uh-huh. - He ain't well.

Shanks, I got here just as quick as I could

when I heard about you.

Oh, Kyle, I'm sinking fast.

Well, I want to do something for you.

For me?

Yeah.

Just to show you you've got one good friend in this world,

a friend who ain't gonna forget you

just because you're gonna croak...

I mean, because you're sick.

You're my friend?

Oh, I'm your friend, and don't you forget it.

Kyle Terry. Keep remembering Kyle Terry,

my faithful friend. My...

- faithful friend. - Faithful friend.

My faithful friend.

I'm gonna prove it to you.

Take a look at that.

I... can't see so good, dying like I am.

Well, I'll-I'll read it to you.

It's a bill of sale for them cattle, all of 'em.

It's made right out to you, right here...

Cliff Shanks... And signed by me, Kyle Terry.

He's got to have his rest now.

Is there time for him to make out his will?

I'll take care of it. Come on.

What's that?

- Must be more visitors. - Visitors?

Word gets around, you know.

But don't worry about a thing, I'll look out for us.

I'm not leaving; I'm staying right here.

Come in.

- I'm in time? - We'll make it. Nothing to worry about.

Good.

- What's he doing h... - Shh.

What's he doing here?

Just happened to be passing by.

What are you doing here?

Well, I... I come to collect some money due on a lease.

From a dying man?

He's dying?

You mean you didn't know?

No, and I don't care.

Money is money.

Where is he?

Shh.

You done fine. Got the deed?

I got it.

Go ahead.

♪♪

Well, hello. Come in.

- Hello, Quimby. - Hi.

I understand Shanks is sick.

Yeah, he's, uh, bad sick.

And what's all the company for?

Oh, they're just old friends

dropped out to see what they could do for Shanks.

Is Doc Adams with him?

No, no. Shanks didn't want the doctor.

He said if he's gonna die, he's gonna do it under his own power.

Is he in the bedroom?

Yes, ma'am.

Well, he even got his ex-wife worried about him.

Cliff... Clara... Is that you, Clara?

Yes, it is.

What brings you here?

I heard you were sick.

Oh, Cliff...

if I hadn't left you, this never would have happened.

- It's all my fault. - Oh, Clara...

you couldn't help it.

You're so young and...

I'm so old and useless.

No, you're not.

And you're gonna live a long time,

and I'm gonna stay here and take care of you.

Oh, you can't stay here, Clara.

We ain't married no more.

I want to marry you again.

No.

No, there ain't time for that, Clara.

But you can stay.

Yes, you can... you can do the cooking...

and clean the house and...

turn out the wash.

That's what I want to do.

Oh, Clara, uh... I got to rest now.

I'll be right outside if you need me.

How is he?

He's resting.

I think I'll just go in and have a word with him.

Uh, maybe you ought to let him rest a while, Marshal.

I won't be long.

Shanks. What are you doing out of bed?

I thought you were supposed to be sick.

Well, Marshal, I, uh...

I-I guess there's no use trying to fool you, Marshal.

I... You should've heard her. Clara, I mean.

Len Ware sent her out.

Practically on her knees, she was, to me.

And looky here, Marshal.

This bill of sale for those cattle.

"To Cliff Shanks," signed by Kyle Terry.

And this deed to the ranch.

"To Cliff Shanks," signed by Jim Redfield.

Now, wait a minute, you mean to tell me

that you pretended to be sick and all

just to get those people to sign that stuff over to you?

Uh, ain't nothin' illegal about it, Marshal.

I didn't hold any gun on 'em.

It was their own rotten greed that done it.

Well, I'll be darned.

Well, what do you think these people are gonna do

when they find out you just been faking?

They're gonna get pretty mad, don't you think?

Well... let 'em.

Hear that?

They're fighting over me now.

Yeah, what are you doing here, anyway?

You're supposed to be married to Len Ware.

Oh, leave Len Ware out of this.

Go on back to Dodge, both of you... you haven't

got any right to be here, either one of you!

We've got just as much right to be here as you have!

I'm his wife, or at least I was!

Marshal, make 'em go on back!

They're not even relatives!

And let me tell you something else...

Shut up, all of you!

You're all getting out!

Terry, Redfield, Clara, the lot of you!

You're nothing but thieves and scoundrels,

and I won't have you in my house!

- Your house?! - My house!

My land! My cattle!

And if I wanted her, my wife!

He ain't sick. He ain't sick at all!

You fake! You're a dirty rotten old man!

I want you out of my hou...

Shanks, easy.

What is it, Shanks? What's the matter?

It's my heart.

Quimby, I... I never told you my...

- I'll go get Doc Adams. - No.

No, there's no time.

Quimby... I got my will, Quimby.

My will...

Shanks...

Shanks.

All right, you've all been so anxious to hear this will,

I'll read it to you.

His last will and testament, and it was made out yesterday.

He leaves everything he owns to Print Quimby.

What?!

- Print Quimby?! - Quim...?

All his possessions...

including three bags now down at the bank.

Bags full of sand.

Sand?!

Just plain ordinary sand.

Why, that miserable crook!

Dirty, sneaking thief!

Always knew he was a liar.

Is that will legal, Marshal?

It'll be up to a judge to decide that.

Well, Marshal, I won't stand for it.

I want my deed, Marshal.

I'll tell you exactly what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna turn this will and all the rest of these papers

over to the court.

They'll take care of it in due time.

In the meantime, I want all of you out of here right now.

You're gonna hear from me, Marshal.

Marshal...

you reckon that will really stand up in court?

Well, I don't know, Quimby.

Looking at it just offhand, seems pretty legal.

You may come out of this a rich man.

Yeah.

But ain't much pleasure getting rich this way.

Well, I guess you, uh, you were about his only friend.

He must have thought a lot of you.

I believe he had it planned this way all along.

But you know, Marshal, I got to like old Shanks.

Ain't gonna be as much fun without him.

No, I... I don't reckon I could cotton to living on this place,

not the way things turned out.

Well... if you get all these things,

you could always turn 'em over, sell 'em.

Oh, what do I know about ranches or cattle?

I wouldn't even know how much to sell 'em for.

No, Marshal, I'm going back to Colorado.

Back to the mountains, where I belong.

What about all these things?

Well, I been thinking, Marshal.

Couldn't I sign this will over to you,

and then, uh, later on when you thought the time was right,

everybody learned their lesson, uh, you could decide on

what to do.

Well, I guess so,

if that's what you really want.

Yeah, that's what I really want.

Well, I'm going down to the barn and get a few things together.

Oh, uh...

you think anybody'd mind if I held out just one thing?

What's that?

Well, I-I'd kind of like to keep this hat.

Well, I don't guess anybody could mind that too much.

Thanks, Marshal.