Original subtitles

Starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.

♪♪

You're not gonna find a better outfit than this, Mr. Neff.

Well, it looks substantial enough.

Course, it's a long way to Oregon, Clardy.

Seems like forever.

This rig will get us there and back, if need be.

We won't be coming back.

Well, looks like there's plenty of room in there.

Yes, sir.

My, uh, wife and daughter,

I'll want them to be as comfortable as possible.

Well, ain't none of 'em hammocks,

but, uh, your womenfolk will be riding

the best there is, you can bank on it.

I, uh... I don't know much about wagon stock.

I've always had just a... a horse and a buggy myself,

but, uh... they look strong.

Well, they have to be.

They'll pull a full weight as high as 15, 18 miles a day.

Well, I've taken your word on everything else, Clardy.

Now it's up to you and this outfit to get us to Oregon.

All it takes now is money, Mr. Neff.

Oh, yes. You, uh...

you said, uh, $3,000?

Yes, sir.

Any reason why we, uh,

can't get started in the morning?

I'll meet you right here on this spot.

All right.

I'm, uh, very anxious to get started as soon as I can.

- I'll meet you here about sunup. - Yes, sir.

- I beg your pardon. - Yeah, sure.

You through messing around with my rig, mister?

Uh, yeah.

Thanks for the use of it.

Had to eat breakfast anyway.

Easiest $50 I ever made.

It's a good-looking outfit.

Where you bound?

Colorado Territory.

Good luck to you.

Cyrus?

Why, Florie, what's wrong?

I hope you've brought good news, dear.

Can we be packed by morning?

Dear, yes!

How, uh...

how is Belle, Florie?

She's so restless, Cyrus,

so troubled.

She paces that room like it was a prison cell.

She'll be fine once we get moving, Florie.

Come on, let's tell her.

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♪♪

Belle?

I, uh... I thought you might be resting.

I'm sick of resting, Father.

I rest, and then at night I sleep

so I can get up and rest the next day.

Papa's brought good news, Belle.

I'll bet I can handle it.

You, uh...

you won't be just resting tomorrow, honey.

I've bought our outfit, and, uh,

we'll be heading up to the Oregon Trail tomorrow at sunup.

And I won't have to look out on that dirty street anymore?

How can you deprive me of that?

I told Papa we wouldn't mind packing.

Clardy got us two fine-looking wagons,

and the stock is good and strong.

What's he like?

We're gonna have to plan what to wear, you know, Belle.

Traveling by wagon's different than we're used to.

I asked what he's like, Papa, this man, Clardy.

Well, he, uh... he's just a man, Belle.

Oh, now, Papa...

you and I both know there are all kinds of men.

And I'm asking you what kind he is.

Well, he... he seems a pleasant enough man, honey.

And how... old is the pleasant man?

Well, he's... older than you are

and... younger than I am.

Now...

you're not to worry, Belle.

I know I'm not to worry...

but I do.

But we'll be with you every minute.

Is that supposed to comfort me?!

You're not to talk to your mother like that.

We always mean to comfort you.

Well, then you wipe out all the shadows, Papa.

You blot out all the bad things I've got to remember.

I would if I could, honey.

No one can do that for you.

Oh, Belle.

I'm not much for being... touched.

All right, Papa...

starting tomorrow, it's a new life.

I'm gonna hold you to that.

♪♪

♪ Walkin' down the road with a pack on my back ♪

♪ Pack on my back, pack on my back ♪

♪ A-walkin' down the road with a pack on my back ♪

♪ Gettin' along to Califor-ni-a ♪

♪ I never got farther than Arkansas ♪

♪ Arkansas ♪

♪ Arkansas ♪

♪ I never got farther than Arkansas ♪

♪ Gettin' along to Califor-ni-a. ♪

Signed...

Chester Goode...

Marshal.

- Are you the marshal? - Uh, no.

- Well, I must see him. - Well, he ain't here right now.

Is there anything that I can do for you?

Well, if you're in charge...

Well, I'm in charge until tomorrow, that is.

Uh, what's the matter?

Well, a very great deal is the matter, I'm afraid.

Well, here, uh, sit down

- and have a seat and... - Thank you.

Does, uh...

does the name Clardy mean anything to you?

Clardy?

Clardy. Clardy. No, no.

Well, he represented himself to me

as qualified to guide me and my family up to the North Platte.

Yesterday he, uh... he showed me a trail outfit...

Stock, wagons, all the equipment...

And, uh, I paid him $3,000 for it.

We were to leave this morning.

You're, uh... you're Mr. Cyrus Neff?

From Collinsville, Illinois, yes.

Uh, Chester Goode.

Well, this morning, there was no trail outfit,

no Clardy and...

of course, no money.

He stole away with it?

Well, I don't know what else to think.

Everything is gone.

Well, how long have you known him?

Well, I just met him for the first time yesterday.

And you gave him $3,000?

Well, we did correspond, as you can see.

Matter of fact, there was this man back in Collinsville

who knew we were going west,

and, uh, he put me in touch with Clardy.

Said he'd been a wagon master on the Oregon Trail.

Well, it's all there in the letters.

Well... Mr. Neff,

uh, folks bound for Oregon... Coming from Illinois, that is...

They... they usually don't come through Dodge here at all.

Oh, I know that,

but, uh, Florie... That's my wife...

She has this sister in Meade,

and as we won't be coming back this way,

she wanted to see her once again.

And what with this Clardy being from Dodge City,

well, it seemed ideal.

Yeah. Uh, would you like a drink?

No, thank you.

Well, it would be ideal, that is, if he was here.

Well, but...

I saw him here yesterday.

But you don't see him today.

I'll tell you, Mr. Neff...

I know just about everybody in Dodge.

I lived here a long time.

If you're saying that... I'm a fool,

I... I'm afraid I know that better than anyone.

Well, I'm sure sorry for what's happened to you,

and I'll do everything I can to help you.

Me and Mr. Dillon, we're...

we're used to handling cases like this.

Thank you.

Oh, uh...

I still need a trail outfit and a guide.

Well, don't you think you ought to take one thing at a time?

Well, it's very important for us...

That is, uh, my wife and my daughter and myself...

To get up to the Oregon Trail as quick as possible.

So, if you know of a guide, uh...

a reputable guide, I'm at the Dodge House.

By golly, Mr. Neff, you must be an awful rich man.

Nope.

I'm a desperate man.

Huh. Well, that oughtn't to be too much of a trick.

As it turned out, there was a trail outfit in Dodge yesterday,

but it belonged to a man named Finch,

and he was on his way to Colorado.

By golly, I think that's just wonderful.

You know, Pinkerton and his detectives

ought to... ought to know about this.

Don't you think so, Kitty?

Well, if he keeps up with work like this,

they're bound to find out about him.

Well, I-I didn't do nothing

that, uh, would interest the Pinkertons.

Oh, well, you found out

all about this Finch fella, single-handed.

No, I just asked Jonas about him.

He's the one that told me.

All good detectives are modest.

- Oh, Doc, for heaven's sakes. - Well, no, I mean it.

Now, you add modesty to your, uh,

natural intuitive powers of deduction

and your normally cool head, and...

Oh, my head ain't cool the least little bit.

Well, go on, laugh.

I mean, ain't it handy that you got me to laugh at.

I-I think that your lives would be just a little bit skimpy

- if you didn't have me to poke fun at. - Not a bit.

Yes, it would, too. Mighty skimpy.

So you just stick around.

Well, I sure don't intend to.

No?

Yeah, no.

Where you going?

Well, I'm gonna head up a wagon train

to the Oregon Trail.

Wait a minute, did I hear you say

you're gonna head up a wagon train?

That's right, I'm gonna head up a wagon train.

I'm gonna scout ahead and find the water

and get the campsites and all such as that.

Are you serious?

Well, I ain't all just chuckles and smiles.

I got... I got my sober side, you know.

Well, by golly, you better start using it.

You're not equipped for a job like that.

Chester, that's a big responsibility.

Well, I know that. I know it's a big responsibility.

For heaven's sakes, me and Mr. Dillon,

we've trailed to the North Platte enough times.

Yes. You haven't been up there alone with a wagon train.

Just two, Doc, that's all. Just two.

Doesn't make any difference.

The wagons will be lost, you'll be lost.

Chester, I think you ought to talk to Matt about this

when he gets back.

Well, I certainly am gonna do that, naturally.

Me and Mr. Dillon, we-we talk about things,

but it would be nice if-if once in a while I could feel like

that you've got some faith in me.

We got a lot of faith in you.

Certainly. Just once in a while, you act

like you haven't got a grain of sense.

Well, that's a real nice thing for you to say.

Thanks a lot, Doc.

Well, good evening there, Mr. Neff.

Nice to see you again, Mr. Goode.

Uh, I, uh... I'd like you to meet my family.

- This is my wife. - Mr. Goode. -Mrs. Neff.

And, uh, my daughter, Belle.

Miss Belle.

Uh, this is the man I was telling you about.

He-he works for Marshal Dillon.

Oh. We'd certainly be most grateful

for any help you could give us, Mr. Goode.

Well, I certainly intend to help you

in any way that I can.

As a matter of fact,

I'm gonna talk to Mr. Dillon when he gets back,

and, uh, I'm not sure,

but I think that I'll trail you up to North Platte myself.

Well, thank you.

Good evening to you.

This Clardy... whoever he is... Sure could palaver.

You know, Mr. Dillon, I think I'll spend the first night there

on the Pawnee, where it kind of tails down.

Seems to me like I've heard that name before.

Oh, it's-it's a real common name. Real common.

- It is? - Yeah, well, you know,

there's this crick and the Indian tribe

and I guess, uh, maybe a town or...

An Indian tribe named Clardy?

No. Pawnee. I was talking about the Pawnee Crick here.

Well, Chester, I'm talking about this Clardy.

Oh, well, I...

I, you know... I didn't quite hear you.

My mind is kind of on my planning my trip here, and...

Can't put a face with that name, though.

I guess it must not have been anybody I ever knew very well.

We could take on water here at the Walnut.

That'd kind of get us up to maybe...

well, to Smoky Hill River.

Chester, I'm going on over to the Dodge House

and have a talk with Mr. Neff.

This Hackberry Crick's a real nice place.

You-you remember that little grove of cottonwoods

on the Hackberry, Mr. Dillon?

Now, Chester, look,

you're not seriously thinking of yourself,

uh, taking the Neffs up into this North Platte country.

Oh, I'm just as serious as I can be about it, Mr. Dillon.

My goodness, it's just three forks of the Solomon,

two forks of the Sappa and then you're right in Nebraska there.

Well, yeah, but that is a big job

taking even one wagon up into that country.

We're gonna have two.

Chester, it takes a man of great experience to...

to go on a trail like that.

You mean like Mr. Jim Bridger or Mr. Kit Carson.

Well, yeah, something like that.

Well, I aim to take time off, Mr. Dillon.

That is, if you can spare me.

I think this trip here would just be the ticket.

I'll be over at the Dodge House.

This Clardy was a pretty slick customer, wasn't he?

Yes, and I was pretty naive, Marshal, I know.

Afraid you were, Mr. Neff.

Cyrus is no fool, Marshal.

We were making decisions very quickly.

We needed help, and this Clardy seemed to offer it.

Anybody picks on me has to fight

the both of us.

Good thing I didn't come up here to fight, then, isn't it?

Well, it's just that Cyrus has taken so much blame,

and he's got so much responsibility.

Now, Florie, the marshal is a busy man.

The thing is, I've got to get another trail outfit

so we can start north as soon as possible.

Well, I can understand that, but seems to me, if I were you,

I'd, uh, just as soon catch up with this Clardy first.

Well, I'll have to leave that for you to do.

I'll do what I can, but, uh,

chances are he was just a drifter.

Now, if he was, we probably won't catch up with him,

either one of us.

Well, I think we've already faced that fact.

Now, as far as getting somebody to take you up north,

that's not gonna be easy, either.

Well, uh, your Mr. Goode said that he might undertake the job.

Well, I, uh...

I'm afraid I'm not gonna be able to spare Mr. Goode.

Back home, we heard of nothing but the wagons moving west.

There must be someone.

Well, if I tried to handle it myself, Marshal...

I wouldn't recommend that, Mr. Neff.

However, I do know one man

that might possibly be interested in the job.

If he is, I'll have him get in touch with you.

All right. Thank you.

Oh, uh, Belle, this is Marshal Dillon.

This is my daughter, Belle.

How do you do?

Marshal. For a moment,

I thought we'd found the man we've been looking for.

Well, I'm afraid not.

I'll have this man get in touch with you.

- Thank you. - Mrs. Neff.

We thank you for coming, Marshal.

You're welcome.

Yes, we do, Marshal.

Miss Belle.

This wouldn't be your way of getting me out of town

for a couple of weeks, would it?

Well, I got to get rid of the troublemakers once in a while,

you know, give the town a fresh start.

Uh-huh.

Well, North Platte's a two-week trip.

These people know that?

Well, yeah, they're pretty green, Quint, but they seem

like nice people, and they're really anxious to get a start.

I hope you didn't pass me off

as a seasoned wagon master or something.

No, I didn't pass you off at all.

I just said you're somebody who might be interested in the job.

I might be.

Hunting and fishing's pretty good along the way.

Well, why don't you stop over and see him, then?

His name is Neff.

I, uh, don't suppose it'd make any difference to you,

but he's sure got a pretty daughter.

No, that, uh... that wouldn't interest me none.

Okay, well, I didn't figure it would.

I just thought I'd mention it.

Say, uh, you don't remember a fellow

by the name of Clardy, do you?

Well, if he was in here, I, uh...

I didn't hear his name.

Yeah. Well...

I, um, find this fellow Neff at the, uh,

Dodge House, you say?

Yeah, that's where you'll find him.

If you want to.

Mr. Dillon.

What's the matter? Are you expecting a herd of buffalo

through here or something?

I tell you, that there is a heavy one.

- Well, it's about 18 pounds, yeah. - Yeah. Just...

- Hey, what are you setting up for here? - Oh.

Well, you... you'll want to use your desk here.

I know that.

Now, just what are you doing, Chester?

Well, I-I wanted to be ready for anything, you know.

Well, looks like you are. Yeah.

Course, I don't know that I'm gonna have to use all of these,

but Mr. Jonas had 'em, so I just figured I'd get one of each,

just to make sure, you know.

Well, if you're figuring to replace Fort Dodge,

you got a pretty good start at it there.

You know, I think that Mr. Neff's

a little bit skitterish about making this trip.

When he sees all the protection he's gonna buy,

why, he'll feel a little bit better about it.

But, Chester, I already talked to Mr. Neff

about having Quint take him on north.

Quint? Well, I...

I don't get the drift of that at all.

He's a good man for the job, isn't he?

Well, yeah. I mean, he's good enough all right.

I just... Mr. Dillon, I just as much as told Mr. Neff

that I'd do it.

Well, I know you did.

Well, and-and then I told you, too, this morning,

standing right here.

I-I said if you could spare me that I had that in mind.

Well, if I could spare you, yeah.

And then I went ahead and I got the guns

from Mr. Jonas, and-and I talked to Hooker Gee

about the horses and the wagons, and I...

Well, you can spare me, can't you?

Well, what about Clardy?

Well, I don't know a thing in the world about Clardy.

Seems to me, if we want to help the Neffs,

we ought to find Clardy and get their money back.

Well, I-I never thought about it like that. I...

Mr. Dillon, you-you think

that Quint is better suited for the job, don't you?

Chester, he's had more experience

trailing than you have.

Well, I ain't no greenhorn.

No.

I'll tell you, Mr. Dillon,

it just... it-it grates on me.

I tell a body what I'm gonna do, and they right away get busy

and either laugh right in my face or tell me

that I don't know how to do what I say that I'm gonna do.

Uh, it makes me tired.

Well, Chester, some men are suited for one thing

and some men are suited for another.

Well, there's more to it than just that.

Well, I happen to think you're better suited for this job.

Well, I...

I-I'm better suited for being a lawman.

I mean, there-there ain't no question about that.

I been helping you here for quite some time.

That's right.

Well...

Mr. Neff will just have to understand that...

duty comes first.

Well, he'll understand.

I already told him I needed you here.

Well, you didn't have to do that.

I could've handled it myself.

Here, let me give you a hand here.

No, no. I got 'em over here by myself.

I can... I can get 'em back.

Well, your terms seem satisfactory, Mr. Asper.

Quint. I'm used to Quint.

All right, then. Quint.

That, uh... that's an interesting name.

My mother was Comanche, Mr. Neff.

Oh. I see.

If that matters to you, say it now.

What matters to me is that my wife, my daughter and myself

get safely to North Platte.

All right.

Take about two weeks.

That is, if everything goes well.

Wagons break down sometimes.

There's always a chance of renegades, white and red.

And the weather's never on our side.

You... you don't sound very encouraging.

Well, all of those things could happen

or maybe none of 'em.

Can you get us outfitted?

We can leave in the morning.

Well, uh, how much do I owe you?

You pay the outfitter tomorrow,

and you pay me at the end of the trip.

You trust me?

We have to trust each other, Mr. Neff.

Yes, Quint, we do.

I'll see you in the morning.

What is it, Belle?

Is he the one?

Oh, well, now, that's up to Papa to decide.

He knows best about things like that.

I think maybe he does.

Well, good luck, Mr. Neff.

Good-bye, Marshal.

Sure appreciate everything you done.

You bet.

Hello, Belle.

Help me up, Marshal?

Sure.

I have this wagon to myself, Marshal.

All to myself.

I'll see you in a few weeks, Matt.

Quint, have a good trip.

Thank you.

Ready to roll, Mr. Neff!

Hyah!

♪♪

♪♪

Course, I-I was... I was gonna take 'em north myself, Moss,

but me and Mr. Dillon, we...

we got our work to do.

You're hard at it, I see.

Well, Mr. Dillon's doing the spadework right now.

He's over there at the telegraph office telegraphing

to see if any lawmen know this-this Clardy fella.

Clardy? What Clardy?

Well, the one that stole Mr. Neff's money

and run off with it.

Well, I knew a Clardy.

Came in here a few days ago and paid me a big stable bill.

Well, why in the world didn't you say so, Moss?

Nobody's been doing any spadework on me, that's why.

- Well, where is he? - I don't know.

But he said he wouldn't see me for a long time.

I'll tell you one thing.

I've known this Clardy for a good many years.

- He never had any money before. - Well, does he live here or...?

He used to have a shack down on Crooked Creek.

I can't say that he still does.

I was fishing down there once,

and, uh, that's how I met up with him.

Yeah, well, can you tell me where the shack is?

Oh, sure, sure. Here.

Here's the Arkansas.

Now, you cross the Arkansas about here,

then you bear south and west a little

till you come to Sublette.

- Yeah. - All right.

You sure you can remember all this to tell Matt?

- Yeah, I can remember it, Moss. - All right.

Just, now, you've passed Sublette there.

You've passed Sublette, and about two miles beyond,

there's a grove of cottonwood trees.

You pass on by them, and...

Oh, this is a beautiful spot to camp, isn't it, Florie?

Yes. You know, all day, I've been thinking.

We're on our way.

We're really on our way at last.

Things are better already.

I can feel it.

Oh, uh, can I give you a hand, Quint?

You're bound and determined to do all the work

around here, aren't you, Mr. Neff?

I was just remarking to Florie,

I feel pretty good about today.

Well, you should.

You handled that team like you were raised with them.

Yeah. Seems like I got the knack all right.

But I had a pretty good teacher, don't forget.

18 miles the first day... That's good time.

Gonna give 'em some water.

Right.

What a curious ritual.

Don't you know how to drink water?

Show me how.

It's easy. You'll catch on.

My parents seem very pleased with you, Quint.

I'm not sure I am.

Well, I'm not working for you.

I'm working for your father.

Well, the ride was hot and dusty all the way.

Well, it's not gonna get much better.

What have they told you about me?

Nothing.

That's a lie!

Told me your name's Belle, you're their daughter.

That's not all.

That's all.

Oh, but it can't be. They always explain me.

"Belle's not herself these days."

"It's a restless time for her."

"She's quite nervous, you know."

What did they tell you, Quint?

I told you... nothing.

I can't see that it matters, Belle.

Oh, it matters, Quint.

You'll find out how much it matters.

♪♪

- Hi, Doc. - Matt, how are you?

Kitty.

Say, you... either of you seen Chester?

Not today. Have you?

No. Why?

As a matter of fact, um,

I haven't seen him around here in a couple of days.

Well, I, uh, guess maybe I ought to take the blame for that.

What do you mean?

Well, I-I told him he wouldn't make a very good wagon master.

Well, I found this on my desk this morning

when I came back from the telegraph office.

Listen to this.

"Don't worry yourself none.

"I'm off doing law work like I'm cut out for.

"Might be gone a few days.

Your friend, Chester."

I, uh, just thought maybe he'd come in here

and given you one of his heavy hints.

No, I don't think he'd come to me if he had pneumonia.

What does he mean, "doing law work"?

Well, he must have heard me

talking about this fellow Clardy.

Now, I've telegraphed every peace officer in Kansas.

Nobody's ever heard of the man.

I guess we were pretty hard on him, Doc.

For heaven's sakes, we were just joshing him like we always do.

You don't think he'd go out

after this Clardy by himself, do you?

He might try, Doc, but, uh,

he wouldn't even know what the man looks like.

It would be quite a feather in his cap, though,

if he brought him in, wouldn't it?

Feather? Good heavens, he'd swell up like a peacock.

Well... I kind of hope he does it.

Somehow or other, I hope he does it.

Your name Clardy?

What the devil's the idea?!

I said, is your name Clardy?

Well... yeah.

Yeah, but I'd have told you that without you'd roped me!

- I come for the money. - What money?

Don't you rile me.

You stole some money off of Mr. Neff

by selling him a trail outfit that didn't belong to you.

Who are you?

I'm the man that's gonna blow your head off

if you don't give me the money.

Oh. All right, all right.

I'm mighty serious, mister.

Yeah, you are. I see that.

- Come on. - Oh, you'll cut me in two!

I want you to get the idea. I don't want to be trifled with!

Ain't got no mind for it! You got the money on you?

No. No, I ain't.

It's in the shack.

- I'll get it for you. - Come on!

Hey, now, wait a minute! Hold it, mister!

You're splitting me wide open!

- Mister, can't... - Get in there!

Let up on the rope there!

- I'll get it! I'll get it! - Get in there!

All right.

♪♪

I wonder if I could disturb your sleep.

Something the matter?

It's a good time of night.

No stomp of horses' hooves or drone of wagon wheels.

I like this time best.

You ought to get some sleep.

I want to know about you.

Well, I'm a man who likes to sleep when he's tired.

Right now, I'm tired.

There's no way for me to get to know you

with my parents around.

Well, I'm what I seem to be.

I wonder which part of you is shy with women...

The white man or the red man.

Well, that's not a mixture for shyness.

Shy is a woman's word.

Then you're afraid of me?

At least you smile at something.

Yeah, I even laugh out loud sometimes.

You look at me,

you see nothing, feel nothing?

I don't believe you.

The Comanches, my mother...

She believed the man should make the choice.

Then perhaps you don't see me

because I'm not a Comanche woman.

I believe the fruit you must reach for is better

than what falls at your feet.

You're a strange man.

A very strange man.

Do you know why we need you at all,

why we left Illinois?

I told you it doesn't matter.

Well, I want you to know.

I want you to think about this.

I killed a man.

♪♪

Belle?

You about ready to start, Belle?

Belle?

Cyrus?

What's wrong, Florie?

She's gone. Belle's gone.

Well, now, maybe she's down by the stream.

I'll have a look.

Belle?

Belle?

Belle?

Belle?

Can you hear me?

Belle?

Belle?

- She's not there. - But she took breakfast with us.

Oh, where could she have gone, dear?

Why has she done this?

I don't know, Florie, but she can't have gone far.

I went down to the stream to wash our plates,

and when I came back, I just supposed she'd be in her wagon.

- I'll find her. - Do you think you can?

Well, you said yourself she can't go far.

You, uh...

- you talked to her last night, didn't you? - Yeah.

Did she, uh, tell you anything about herself?

She said she killed a man.

She did.

I had hoped you wouldn't have to find out,

but if she's upset enough to have run off...

You see, this man forced his attention on her.

She-she just had to protect herself.

Yeah, well, I better be going, Mr. Neff.

There wasn't even a trial.

Everyone knows that Belle had no choice.

But... this experience has left its mark on her.

On all of us.

I'll find her.

Hyah!

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Your parents are scared half to death.

Is that what you wanted?

No one can talk to me the way you do. No one.

All right, I'll make it simple for you.

I won't talk to you anymore.

Now, come on.

They told you all about it.

I can tell.

They told me a man tried to force himself on you

and you had to kill him.

It's true.

Don't you think about anybody else but yourself?

I told you, they're scared to death!

You don't believe me.

I believe you'd make it very easy for a man

to force himself on you.

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Come on... you want to stay here, don't you?

Well, you want to stay with me, don't you?

Isn't that what you want?

He wasn't like I thought he would be.

You smile at a man.

You move close to him.

You ask if he's a man.

That's not wrong.

Well, if he acts like a man...

then you kill him.

I was frightened.

I told you, he wasn't like I thought he would be.

Well, you wanted me to come out here.

I came.

But you're not like him.

I know you're not.

I'm going back now, Belle.

Are you coming?

Wait!

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Oh, Mr. Dillon?

Chester.

Where you been?

There's your Clardy feller, Mr. Dillon.

Clardy?

Where'd you get him?

Well, I staked him out at a cabin that Moss told me about

down on the Crooked Creek.

Well, I'll be.

It doesn't look like he gave you much trouble.

How the devil could I?

He roped me and threw me and blame near shot my ear off.

I got pretty near $2,000 off of him, Mr. Dillon.

Course, it... it belongs to Mr. Neff.

Well, Chester, you did a mighty good job.

I'm proud of you.

Well, I...

Well, Mr. Dillon, you go ahead and do

what you know that you got to do.

I... I got to be moving on.

Moving on? Where?

I'm going up to North Platte to give this money to Mr. Neff

before he gets on the Oregon Trail.

And I'll, uh... well, I'll be back when I get back.

I'll be darned.

I'd join you in the laugh, Marshal,

but the way I'm rigged, I can't barely breathe.

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End of the line, Mr. Neff.

Well, just give me a hand down, young fella,

- and your job is finished. - All right.

That's got it.

There we go. Thank you.

- Mrs. Neff. - Thank you, Quint.

Well, that was... a wonderful job, Quint.

I... I just can't thank you enough.

Thank you.

Well, what in the world kept you there?

Good afternoon to you, Mrs. Neff.

Mr. Goode! This is a surprise.

- Mr. Neff. - How are you?

What are you doing here, Chester?

Oh, well, I-I come up here on a little business.

I, um... I don't think that I was able

to get it all for you, Mr. Neff,

but there's close to $2,000 there.

You mean... you got this much of my money back? How?

Well, I had to find that Clardy first,

and that took a little bit of doing, I'll tell you,

but, uh, once I found him, I got the money,

and, well, that there's the size of it.

Well, I-I... I just can't tell you how much this means to me.

But... I can sure try.

You, uh... you think that's enough for a reward?

Oh, no, no. I-I couldn't do that.

Heavens, doing a job is reward in itself. I...

Please take it, Mr. Goode.

Please.

Please?

Well, I mean, if that's...

that's the way that you want it.

My goodness, I... I certainly do thank you for that.

You know, I was doing a little checking before you got here,

and there's a wagon train that's coming through here

day after tomorrow... Now, you could hook onto it

and go clear to Oregon if you wanted to.

Fine, fine.

You've kind of got things all figured out, haven't you?

Well, you know, there's certain men

that's suited for certain jobs.

Yeah.

You know, I'll ride back to Dodge with you, Quint,

if you... won't drag your feet.

I sort of found myself a shortcut.

All right, I'll, uh, get my horse

and meet you down the street.

Wonderful. Well, have a nice trip, Mr. Neff.

- Good-bye, and thanks. - Good-bye, Mr. Goode.

Good-bye, Mrs. Neff.

Um, bye, Mrs. Neff.

- Take care. - Thank you.

- Mr. Neff. - Good-bye, Quint, and thanks again.

Thank you, sir.

Help me down, Quint?

All right.

Thank you.

Sure.

You've given me a lot to think about

since that day I ran away.

A woman that looks like you has got a lot to think about.

Like letting a man make the choice?

Like the fruit you reach for

is better than what falls at your feet?

Take a good look at yourself, Belle.

You're a beautiful woman.

The man you want will come to you...

when you want him to.

I'd like to believe you.

I know I'll never forget you.

I'll think about you, too.

Sometimes.

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