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Starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.

This way, Marshal.

Will this be all right, Marshal?

Yeah, that's fine, Joe. Thanks.

Thank you, Joe.

Oh.

Well...

I guess I'll have the antelope stew.

Make it two of 'em, Joe.

All right.

Hmm.

There's Luke Oglesby over there.

Say, did you hear about him winning

almost a thousand dollars playing monte?

Yeah. Yeah, I did.

I guess that's about the most money

he ever had in his whole life.

Yeah. Well, he may not have it long, either.

Why not?

That fella sitting with him.

What about him?

Well, his name's Idaho Slate, and I doubt

if he'd even be sitting with Luke

unless Luke had won that thousand.

Excuse me just a minute, Kitty.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, howdy, Marshal.

Hello, Luke.

Well, what you got there?

Well, it's diamonds, Marshal.

Biggest, purtiest diamonds you ever seen.

He trying to sell them to you?

Oh, no, Marshal.

He was just telling me about where they come from.

From this here diamond mine over in Nevada.

Mind if I take a look at 'em, Slate?

You have some kind of a warrant, or something, Marshal?

These are my property.

I don't have to show 'em to you or anybody else.

You mean there's something wrong with 'em, Marshal?

They're probably fake, Luke.

You're not sure of that, are you?

I can make sure if you'll let me see 'em.

This is between Luke and me.

It's no concern of yours.

There's no law against selling a man something he wants.

There's a law about selling a man something worthless.

You ought to know all about that law.

You served time for violating it.

That was years ago.

I'm not wanted anywhere now.

I just want to make sure

you don't get wanted while you're in Dodge.

You mean he was trying to take me in, Marshal?

Luke, you still got your money, and you've been warned.

If I'd have knowed he was a swindler,

I'd have never et with him to begin with.

You planning to stay around Dodge, are you, Slate?

You have some reason you want me to leave town?

You got any charges you want to make?

No, but if you stay around, you better be able to show me

that you got a legitimate way of making a living.

Miss Watkins.

Marshal.

Now what do you suppose Irma Watkins is doing with him?

Maybe they're discussing dressmaking or something.

She's about as much of a dressmaker as I am.

She seems to do pretty good business.

Oh, that's because some women don't care who they deal with.

Or some men.

That Idaho Slate better watch out for her.

Why?

Because all she's interested in

is what she can get out of a man.

Well, that ought to give 'em something in common.

You sure don't seem to think much of her.

I just know what she did

to those two poor ol' trappers before they left town.

That Tug Marsh and Billy Logan.

Leading them on, taking every dime they had,

trying to break 'em up just for the fun of it.

Well, she didn't have much luck with it, Kitty.

They're still partners.

This look all right to you, Billy?

Sure enough, Tug.

You always pick out the best camping spots.

It ain't no trick when the Indian does it for you.

Oh. You reckon they might be back?

Nah. It's an old one.

Well, only one more camp, and we ought to be in Dodge.

If'n everything goes all right.

That's a big if

with all the Injun sign we been seeing.

Wouldn't them redskins just bust

to get their hands on our beaver?

You reckon we oughta cache our pelts?

No. They come upon us, we're goners anyway,

whether we got pelts or not.

No, no, we're this close,

I think we ought to make a run for it.

Get it to town, trade it for gold.

Well, I-I guess I'd better unload.

Billy?

Uh, I never said anything before, but...

I'm glad we didn't split up.

Oh, uh, let's not talk about that.

Uh, that's all my fault.

No. No, it wasn't.

I was just as took with Miss Irma as you.

But I never seen a woman yet, including her,

who was worth losing a good partner for.

Mm-hmm. That's... th-that's mighty true.

Well, I-I got to unload.

Yeah, you, uh, get unloaded and start that fire.

I'm gonna go downstream a piece

and see if I can wing m'self some fresh meat for supper.

Oh, uh, th-that's a good idea.

Uh, this antelope from yesterday

is gettin' a little gamey in the heat.

♪♪

♪♪

Tug. Tug.

Billy. Billy boy.

This time I'm a real gone beaver.

No, no. No, Tug. Don't you think that.

Uh, I-I'll fix you up. I-I swear I will.

But, uh...

but, uh, there's bound to be more of 'em around,

and they'll have heard the shots.

- Billy. - Yeah?

You really think you can fix me up?

Well, sure, Tug. Sure.

O-Of course I will.

Now, uh, you just lie still here

whilst I go get the horses.

And, uh, try not to make no noise.

There's, uh, bound to be more redskins out there.

Quiet, Tug.

They're out there, Tug.

Soon as they get out of sight,

I'll hide you better.

Shh!

You got to keep quiet, Tug.

They're out there... all over.

I'm gonna die, ain't I, Billy?

Maybe we both are, Tug.

All I ask is...

don't let me die out here alone.

Well, of course not, Tug.

You know I wouldn't do nothing like that.

Just don't let me die out here al...

They know we're here.

Th-They heard the shots and maybe found that scout's body.

Well, uh, we're pretty well hid in here, but...

come mornin', they'll find the horses, sure.

You're riskin' your neck for me.

I'm probably gonna die anyway.

You ain't. Now you stop such talk.

Ain't no sense...

die anyways.

Billy...

you might as well do it now.

- What? - Go on.

Put your knife in my gullet.

Put me out of my misery.

What are you saying?

You just put such thinking out of your head.

I-I ain't gonna do no such thing.

I'm gonna stay here and tend you

and in the mornin', you'll be better.

We'll pull out of here and get back into Dodge.

You'll see.

Tug.

Tug.

Tug.

Uh, Tug.

Uh...

i-it's gonna be light soon.

Tug.

Another half hour, it-it'll be too late to get away.

Now, you know that yourself, Tug.

Oh, why do you have to take so long to die?

I-I can't, Tug.

I-I just can't.

Forgive me.

You ain't got much longer and...

you won't even know.

And there he was,

all cut up, so grievous,

but he hung onto life

for ever so long.

It took him most of the night to die.

It was almost light before I could leave there.

Poor ol' Tug.

Yeah, he was one of the old-timers, all right.

That's so.

But like he said hisself just before he... passed,

he said he always knowed it'd come someday

just about like that.

He is, he is content.

You buried him out there in that thicket?

Well, there wasn't no place no safer than that, Marshal.

You know, you were mighty lucky

you got out of there alive yourself, Billy.

You don't know how lucky, Marshal.

I don't mind telling you that,

with them varmints skulking after me,

I figured only a miracle would help me... well...

would help me keep my hair...

and that's just what happened...

a miracle.

What miracle?

Buffalo...

Only a little bunch... Uh, maybe 20...

But there they come as big as life.

You know how scarce buffalo's been on the prairie lately,

especially this far south.

Well, I guess these was the first them Injuns had sighted

for many a moon.

'Course, they forgot all about me,

and they took off a-flying across the prairie

after them woolies.

And that was the last I seen of 'em.

And... you can bet your sweet life

that I didn't wait around for 'em to come back.

You sure had your lucky star

hanging over you this time, Billy.

Got back with the furs and everything, huh?

That's so. And a good cache, too.

It'll bring a tidy sum.

'Course...

I'd a lot rather be splitting with ol' Tug.

Sure.

Well... eh...

I guess I'd better get some of this trail dust off of me.

Marshal, isn't there anything that could be done about Tug?

I'd sure like to revenge him a little against them savages.

Billy, you traveled down into those Nations at your own risk.

You knew that was treaty territory.

Not only that, but you killed the Indian that killed Tug.

Don't you know I could arrest you for that?

Uh, when I was only defending Tug?

You shouldn't have been down there, either one of you.

Now, obviously, I'm not gonna arrest you,

but you were just as much in the wrong as that Indian.

Now, if I were you, I'd forget about the whole thing.

Just hope the Indians will.

All right. I-I guess you're right, Marshal.

But it... don't seem fair to ol' Tug.

♪♪

Miss... Miss Irma?

Miss Irma?

Oh, Mr. Logan.

Oh, why, I'm so pleased to see you.

I was so hoping you'd come by soon and...

and let me see for myself that you're alive and well.

Yes, ma'am, oh, I sure am.

Uh, then, uh, y-you heard?

- The tragic news? - Mm-hmm.

The whole town's heard.

All Dodge is talking about your miraculous escape.

Now, you must tell me all about it. All.

And poor Mr. Marsh.

Now, don't spare me any of the details.

Unless, of course, it's... it's too painful for you.

I know how much he meant to you.

Well, I-I guess that he meant a lot to you, too.

- To me? - Mm-hmm.

Oh, well, of course, I-I valued him as a friend,

a close and trusted friend, but...

no dearer to me than you yourself.

Perhaps...

not nearly so dear, in fact.

Well, I-I'm mighty glad to hear that,

if you know what I mean.

Well...

perhaps... I might guess.

Oh...

please, sit down.

I-I don't know what's come over me.

Surely you'd like some coffee.

Yes, uh, sure, ma'am, uh, some coffee.

In just a moment.

Now, um, now perhaps you'll tell me all about it.

Not the sad part, just the happy part.

I'm sure there must have been a happy part.

Well, i-it was a real good trip,

uh, there ain't no doubt of that.

Uh, up until then, anyway.

We got us a real good cache of beaver.

Ought to set me up real nice.

Oh, um... does that mean it'll bring you a lot of money?

You bet your life. A heap.

Oh, well, I know so little about such things.

How much?

Well, uh...

probably, uh, $6,000, $7,000.

That ain't to be sneezed at.

No, it certainly isn't.

Oh... there you are.

That's the best coffee I ever tasted.

Why, thank you, Mr. Logan.

- Or, uh, may I call you Billy? - Oh...

golly, I-I'd sure admire it if you would.

It is much more... friendly,

isn't it?

Miss Irma, can I c... come a-courtin'?

Of course, Billy dear.

Tonight?

Tomorrow night?

Well, I don't see any harm.

Tomorrow night, then.

I'll be waiting.

Meanwhile, I know you got a lot of business to do.

Business?

Why, yes.

Like selling your furs, remember?

- Oh. - And getting that $7,000.

Well, uh, maybe only $6,000.

Well, now, even $6,000 is a nice amount

to, say, start a couple out in life?

It sure is. I-I'll tend to it right away.

- Yes. - Uh, so long, uh, uh, Miss Irma.

- Good-bye. - Uh, good-bye.

Wha...

♪♪

Don't you think you're laying it on a bit thick?

For that little fool?

Just the same, don't you forget who you're in love with.

- Evening, Matt. - Evening, Kitty.

How's everything?

Oh, it's just one of those nights.

Trouble?

Neh, no trouble, no nothin'.

Oh, one of those nights.

You complaining?

Well, how many games of checkers can you play with Doc?

- Clem, how about a shot of rye? - Sure.

- Doc go home and go to bed? - Yeah. He's lucky.

Hey, has Slate been here all evening?

Oh, yeah, he's just been sitting there.

Doesn't seem to be enjoying anything.

Well, maybe that's got something to do

with what I saw earlier tonight.

- What was that? - Irma Watkins and Billy Logan

walking down the street arm in arm.

He looked like he was really enjoying it.

He looks like he still is.

Evening, Miss Kitty. Evening, Marshal.

- Evening, Billy. - Billy.

Some evening, ain't it?

Well, guess it is, what's left of it.

You're looking mighty happy tonight.

Why shouldn't I be?

Uh, Sam,

- give me a shot of whiskey. - Coming up.

It's time for celebrating.

Yeah, I understand you sold your furs to Abner Green, huh?

Yes, sir, I did.

But, uh, that ain't it.

Well, what is it, then?

Well, y'all might be surprised around here pretty soon.

Just might be a wedding around here.

You, Billy?

Can't never tell.

And, um, just who is the lucky girl?

Irma Watkins?

Could be.

You sure she's the right girl for you, Billy?

Why, 'course I'm sure, Miss Kitty.

What do you know about her?

Well, I know she's the sweetest woman I ever met.

A-And the prettiest.

Uh, present company excepted, of course.

Well, for that, you can have another drink,

on the house.

No, thank you, ma'am.

Well, it's getting late and it's past my bedtime.

I-I'll see you later.

- Night. - Night.

I'll see if he's in here. Will you be all right?

Yes, but please hurry, Tom.

I should've been home by now.

I won't be long.

Marshal. Miss Kitty.

- Tom. - I was hopin' I'd find you here.

Is something wrong?

Yes, sir.

A man down by the river, all beat up.

I don't know who he is, but, uh, he's almost dead.

Me and a young lady, we were out on a buggy ride,

and we heard this moaning and thrashing around,

so I took a look and there he was.

I'd be happy to take you there,

but I'm obliged to take my girl home first.

It's on the way.

Well, why don't you wait for me outside?

- I'll get Doc. - Okay.

- See you later, Kitty. - All right, Matt.

Down there, Marshal.

Well, he was right here.

Over here.

Do you know who he is?

Why, that's Tug Marsh.

It sure is.

Looks at those wounds. They're all crusted over, Matt.

Probably infected.

You know, he's been crawling.

Look at these hands and knees.

Is he still alive, Doc?

Just barely.

Matt, I'd sure like to get him up to the office.

You think we can make it?

Well, we can sure try.

- Morning. - Hello, Doc.

Well, is he still alive?

He's alive and kickin'.

Hey, Doc! I'm hungry!

You hear that? You saw him eight hours ago.

- I can't believe it. - Can I talk to him?

Well, I don't know why not. I can't keep him quiet.

Did you talk to Billy?

Well, no, I want to hear his story first.

Hello, Tug.

Howdy, Marshal.

Maybe you can get that dang doctor

to bring me something to eat.

I'm makin' you some soup. Now shut up.

Soup?

I ain't et in a week and he gives me dishwater.

Dang it. If I could just get out of this bed.

Tug, you're gonna have to take it easy

for a while, you know, you've been through a lot.

You tellin' me what I been through, Marshal?

I'm askin' you. I'd sure like to know.

Ain't no affair of the law.

Well, I know it isn't, Tug, but...

I'm just kind of... kind of curious about it, that's all.

Want to tell me what happened?

I had me a dustup with a Injun,

- that's all. - An Injun?

You sure it wasn't Billy Logan?

What about Billy Logan?

Well, he said you were dead.

Here in Dodge, is he?

He said he got chased by the Indians

but he got away from 'em.

I was thinking they'd get him.

Well, then his story is true?

I reckon so. As far as I know.

Except for one part: you aren't dead.

No.

But he left me for dead though.

Just snuck off and left me,

without even a knife to defend myself

or to slip into my ribs if need be.

You wouldn't do that to an animal, now would you, Marshal?

Leave him in the wilderness to die?

You'd slit his throat for him, wouldn't you?

That all you got against Billy?

Ain't that enough?

All right. Now, here's your soup.

Dishwater.

Doc, you ain't told me... You think you can fix me up?

There ain't nothing more to fix.

What about my arm?

There's an awful lot of muscle damage there,

but you got movement. And you're alive.

That's the main thing. And you're mean enough

and ornery enough that you'll be all right in a couple of days...

On your feet, at least... If you do what I say.

Get some rest and take some nourishment.

- Now, let's have this soup. - Take it away!

Bring me some real solid meat... That's what'll mend me.

I'll give you two days, Doc.

Two days to keep me cooped up here.

If you're any kind of a doctor at all, I'll be on my way.

What's your hurry, Tug?

I got things to do.

Like going out and looking up Billy Logan?

Don't you think my old partner'll be glad to see me,

back from the dead?

Oh, now, what's the use, Tug?

Look, I know you got a good reason

to be mad at him right now but...

two old friends like you fighting?

Fighting?

There won't be no fight, Marshal.

And no talk neither.

It'll be over quick.

Quick and sure.

And that'll be the end of it.

Now, you'd better do some thinking about that, Tug.

I'd sure hate to have to take you in for murder.

Then, Marshal, you'd better see I don't lay eyes on him.

Billy?

Oh, Marshal, have you been there long?

Billy, you told me that you buried Tug

in a thicket out there on the prairie?

Well, uh, not exactly, Marshal.

Uh, I-I felt bad about that, but he was well hid in there

and, uh, with the Injuns around and all,

I couldn't make no fuss or nothin' so, uh, I just...

oh, I-I left him there.

Uh, I-I know it wasn't right, but...

But you're sure he was dead?

You don't think I'd leave him there if he wasn't, do you?

Somebody found the body, is that it?

I knowed they would, sooner or later.

I should've tried to bury him, I guess.

Yeah, there's something else you should've tried to do first,

and that's make sure he was dead.

What do you mean, Marshal?

Well, what I mean is that Tug's up in Doc Adams' office

right now and he's hollering his lungs out for something to eat.

Tug... alive?

I can't hardly believe it's so.

He pulled out of it then.

Why, I'm awful glad

to hear that, Marshal.

Well, you won't be so glad when he gets on his feet.

He's gonna come looking for you.

Yeah...

I-I expect Tug'd be pretty mad all right.

You got just time to get yourself a horse

and get out of town.

Oh, no, Marshal, I wouldn't do nothing like that.

I-I've got to talk to him.

I've got to explain.

Billy, I don't want to have to arrest Tug for murder.

Oh, no, Marshal, Tug couldn't shoot me,

any more than I could shoot him.

It wouldn't be anything like that.

Well, that's not the way he feels about it.

Now, I want you out of town.

Well, I'd like to oblige you, Marshal,

but there's things we got to talk about, Tug and me.

There's the money I owe him, and his split of the furs, and all.

Now, Billy, I want you to stay away from Doc's office.

Do you understand me?

Well, then, I'll just have to wait till he comes to me.

Marshal, uh, we is partners, Tug and me,

and this is something that'll have to be settled between us.

So, uh, you can just tell him that I'm waiting for him.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

there's somebody else I got to tell.

Miss Irma?

Oh, why, Billy, what a surprise.

What are you doing here this time of day?

Uh, this is Mr. Idaho Slate, an old friend of the family's.

He just dropped by to tell me about

all our old friends back East.

Uh, Mr. Slate, Mr. Logan.

Glad to know you, Mr. Slate.

I'm very happy to know you, Mr. Logan.

Well, I-I do hope you two can be good friends, now that we...

Well, I'm glad, uh, Miss Irma,

uh, there's something that I got to tell you, if'n, uh...

Oh, well, of course, Mr. Slate was just leaving.

Uh, you will come back

and visit with Mr. Logan and me, won't you, Idaho?

Of course, I understand perfectly.

- I'll see you again, Logan. - Bye.

Good-bye.

Well, Billy, uh,

what was it you wanted to tell me?

Well, it's good news and then it ain't.

It-it's about Tug.

He's alive and he's here in Dodge.

- But... but I thought... - Well, I made a mistake.

Anyways he's over at Doc Adams'.

Well, does that mean you have

to split the fur money with him?

That's one thing,

but there's still $3,000.

That ought to be enough to get started on, don't you think?

Well, I don't know.

But, uh, that ain't the worst.

'Course I don't think anything'll happen

but they say that he's vowed to kill me,

and knowing Tug, well, he might.

Well, you could leave town.

No, I-I won't do that.

And, uh, and I suppose you'll insist

on splitting the money with him.

Well, uh, naturally.

Well, Irma, uh, this won't make no difference, uh, to us?

Uh, I mean, Tug coming back, I mean?

I think I'd better go and see Tug.

What for?

Well, Billy dear, I can't marry a dead man, can I?

I want to go and talk to Tug,

and ask him not to harm you, of course.

I see. Uh, that might help.

And I think I better do it today.

This morning.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Oh, Tug, my dear.

You'll never know how happy I was to hear you were safe.

Returned from the dead, practically.

Is that so, Irma?

How'd you hear?

Oh, Billy Logan, of course.

He was very consoling when he realized how sad I was

over your... death.

I bet you two have been getting together every day

just to cry over me.

Why, Tug, I believe you're jealous.

Of Billy?

After all, you had no claim on me.

We, uh, never really did have any understanding.

No, and I'm right glad of that now.

Save me the trouble of breaking it.

Tug, you can't be serious.

Surely you can't think there could be anything

between Billy Logan and me?

Don't matter none.

Won't last long if there is.

On account of you're gonna be sudden bereaved.

Soon as I get me out of this bed and get my hands on a gun.

You think I'd shed any tears over that?

Only if they threw you in jail for it.

And that's something you ought to be thinking about.

It, uh,

hardly seems worth it.

Now that you're back, I can't see any reason

why we can't go on from where we left off.

No, Miss Irma.

I ain't interested in you no more.

Well, Tug Marsh,

I'm surprised and disappointed in you.

You can have Billy if you want him,

as long as he's alive, that is.

Well, what happened?

We'd better get it now, today,

while the little fool has the whole bundle.

I'll see you back at the shop.

But how do I know that they're worth so much?

I don't even know if they are diamonds or not.

Why, Billy, honey, I told you Mr. Slate's an expert.

I can assure you they're not only genuine,

but superb gems.

Just think, Billy, a chance to more than double our money

in less than a month's time.

Why, think of the start it'll give us.

How much

exactly do you want?

- $20,000. - Uh-uh.

But I'll take $6,000.

They're easily worth $25,000.

I ain't got but half $6,000.

Billy, there's Tug's half.

Oh, Irma, I couldn't do that, I...

Why not?

A loan for a month,

and he more than doubles his money.

Why-why, he'll thank you for it.

And all the trouble between the two of you

will be over and forgotten.

But I couldn't do it without his say-so.

Well, how are you gonna get it?

He's threatened to shoot you on sight.

Anyway, what does it matter once he finds out

how you've taken care of his interests.

Can I buy half?

I'm afraid I'll have to have the full $6,000 or no deal.

I'm sure I can find another buyer.

Well...

Billy, are you gonna let this golden opportunity

just slip through your fingers?

But, Irma, this is completely out of my line.

Mr. Logan, you won't have any trouble

selling these stones.

Just show 'em and they'll sell themselves.

Just think: 25 beautiful stones,

$2,000 apiece.

That's ridiculous.

And, Billy...

just think of the trip back East.

Why, it can be our honeymoon.

But, Irma...

You really want me to, don't you?

Of course I do, Billy.

For you and for me.

And for Tug.

Of course. For Tug.

And, uh, you think it's good business?

I-I mean that we can trust him?

Why, Billy Logan!

Would I introduce you to a man you couldn't trust?

I told you he was a friend of the family.

I've known him all my life.

And I would trust him

with my life.

Well, all right.

Billy...

Billy, I knew you'd do the right thing.

And I know you'll never regret it.

♪♪

One, two...

three, four, five,

six, seven...

♪♪

Whiskey.

Oh, howdy, Miss Kitty.

Well, Billy, I kind of halfway expected you

to be out of town by now.

Oh, on account of Tug?

Uh, no, ma'am, I wouldn't go on account of that.

I-I guess I will be leaving, though.

Going back to the mountains for more furs?

No, ma'am.

I don't guess I'll ever get to do that again.

Why not?

Well, comes a time in a man's life

when he's got to think of settling down.

I might be leaving town for a honeymoon, though.

- Mm. Irma Watkins, huh? - Uh-huh.

Uh, we got business back East,

so, guess we'll make it a honeymoon trip, too.

What kind of business?

Well, say, uh... diamonds.

- Diamonds? - Uh-huh. Uh...

You want to see something pretty?

Lookee.

Them... them is gonna make us a pile of money.

Oh, Billy.

Those things are nothing but just beads of glass.

Oh, no, Miss Kitty.

Them is real diamonds, the very best diamonds.

Where'd you get 'em, Idaho Slate?

Uh-huh. How'd you know?

Marshal Dillon threatened to run him out of town

just last week for trying to sell those fakes.

Oh, Miss Kitty, these is the best diamonds.

They're worth maybe $2,000 apiece.

They're not worth ten cents apiece.

Huh?

Did you give Idaho your money?

Uh-huh.

All of it?

Uh-huh. $6,000.

Oh, no.

Oh, what am I gonna do?

- Poor Irma. - Poor Irma?

Uh-huh. She put such stock in it.

She said this is our golden chance to get started in life.

Oh, Billy, don't you understand yet?

She's in on this swindle.

Oh, Miss Kitty, no.

Irma and I are gonna be married. We're...

Irma Watkins and Idaho Slate are sweethearts.

They were open about it before you came back.

He is staying at her house.

Miss Kitty...

if-if that's true,

I don't know what I'm gonna do.

Go ask her.

Ask her to give you your money back.

- I'll be back, Sam. - All right.

I'm gonna go see Matt.

Irma! Irma!

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Stop! Stop!

- Hold it! - Whoa.

Stand right there.

What's the matter with you, Billy?

You gone clean out of your mind?

You just stand right there, Jim Buck.

Well, I'm in luck.

You didn't think I'd find out so soon, did you?

Get down out of there, Slate.

Billy... Billy, please.

No need to say nothin', Miss Irma.

I ain't stupid. Not anymore.

Billy, it's against the law to hold up a stage.

I'll have you arrested.

You just stay where you are.

You ain't gonna have nobody arrested, Jim Buck.

Now, all I want is my money.

Whichever one of you's got it, hand it over.

Irma, you can take back these "diamonds."

Now, wait a minute, Mr. Logan,

you've got this thing all wrong.

Billy!

Tug?

All right, driver, let's get going.

Hold it!

Hold it, Jim.

Keep an eye on him.

Billy.

Take it easy, now.

You all right?

Yeah, I guess so.

Oh, where's Tug? He was right over there.

Well, don't worry about him. We'll find him later.

How much did you pay for these?

Oh, $6,000.

All right, you want to give him the $6,000 back,

or you want to go to jail?

All right, now get out of town, and don't come back again,

either one of you.

All right, Jim.

Let's go, Pete.

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Hello, Billy.

Uh, did you find him, Marshal?

I almost didn't find you,

till Moss Grimmick told me where you were.

Oh, well, we always camp out here behind Mr. Grimmick's barn

whenever we come to town, Tug and me.

Well, then, he'll come here looking for you.

Mm-hmm.

Billy, you know by now that Tug's out to kill you,

- don't you? - Mm-hmm.

Well, then, why don't you get out of town?

He'd only keep huntin' till he found me.

Besides, I did wrong to leave him

like I did.

You knew he was still alive, didn't you?

Mm-hmm.

But I honestly thought

he only had a few more minutes to live.

Minutes that might've cost me my life.

But it was wrong of me to think of savin' myself.

Yeah, I don't know about that, Billy.

I'm only glad now

that I couldn't do what he asked me to do.

I tried, but I just couldn't.

What'd he ask you to do?

Put a knife to his throat.

I'm awful glad that I couldn't do that.

You know, in a way,

me bein' a coward saved his life.

And now he's out to take yours.

Mm-hmm.

Well, don't you worry, Marshal.

It'll be the way you want it.

What do you mean?

Well, I-I can't fight him,

but I can make it look right,

so you won't have to arrest him.

Now wait a minute, Billy...

This, uh, coffee's just about ready, Marshal.

He's out there, Marshal.

How do you know?

Well...

him and me, livin' the way we do,

we sense things that you town folks miss.

Don't do nothin' to him, Marshal.

Tug?

Tug!

Don't worry, Marshal.

I don't even have a gun anymore.

I couldn't use it when I did.

Trapper needs a partner.

Good ones is hard to find.

Can't expect everybody to be perfect and...

not make a mistake or two.

Tug, they said that...

Billy...

there's plenty of time for talk later.

Now, why don't you pour the marshal a cup of coffee?

Sure, Tug.

Uh... have some coffee, Marshal?

Yeah.

Don't mind if I do, Billy.

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