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- Ah, buenos días, señor. - Buenos días.

My name's Matt Dillon, United States marshal.

Ah, I remember you. You have passed this way before.

Once or twice.

I have a pursuit warrant here from the Mexican government.

- Ah. Very good, señor. - Thank you.

Vaya con dios.

Muy bien, Juan. Muy bien.

You know, I come close to never realizing he had this.

Why, it didn't have fallen out of his pocket when he hit the floor,

I'd have missed it.

This was the last thing the old man heard.

This and Ben's cussin'.

Wasn't nowheres near the money we thought he had in his place.

Pure disappointing, I don't mind saying.

Well, we heard that he had gold and greenbacks,

enough to choke a full grown Poland China hog.

Colten.

Smitty, guess who followed me and Ben back down here.

Play.

Well, look who's here.

Pretty, ain't she?

Very pretty.

Today she's an old woman. Was an old woman.

On your feet, Rawlins.

You're kind of out of your home waters down here, ain't ya?

You're coming with me, you and your brother both.

Out of your jurisdiction too. You got no authority down here.

I got all the authority I need.

You know, I bet my brother Ben I could take you.

He'd never let me try.

But seeing as he ain't here right now...

Oh, Ben'll throw a fit.

Said one day he was gonna kill you his own self.

When his brother hears of this, he'll come for you.

You tell him I'll be waiting.

That is the gringo that shot Señor Rawlins.

Go get yourself a horse. Go after Ben.

I ain't gonna give him this kind of news.

It's a long way to San Cristobal.

You better get started, huh?

Morning. I'd like to have him put up if I could.

- Oh, buenos días, señor. - How much will it be?

- How much? - Yeah. He's been ridden pretty hard.

I'd like him to have a stall and a good rubdown, some oats if you got any.

I'm sorry, señor. The stalls, they are all taken.

All taken?

I'm sorry, señor. No trouble. I have no way of taking care of your horse.

No trouble, señor.

More beans?

If I wanted more, I would tell you.

- It's all gone. - I sent Paco for more.

- I am here, Jurato. - All right! Bring it to me!

It took you long enough.

I hurried as fast as I could.

Next time, hurry faster.

Sometimes you make me sorry

I decided to take care of you two when Guillermo was killed.

There was a shooting at the cantina.

The norteamericanos Dale Colten and Rawlins are dead.

Ben Rawlins?

No, he has not come from San Cristobal yet.

It was the other one.

Huh.

Killing him was nothing, only very stupid.

- Who did it? - Another norteamericano bandido.

He seemed very brave to me.

He did?

He is waiting for Ben Rawlins to come back.

Whoever he is, he is dead.

- Maybe. - Huh?

All I was saying, maybe he will kill Ben Rawlins, then go away.

Oh, yes.

Then again, maybe he will take Ben Rawlins' place here.

Huh?

Come here! I'll shoot you!

- No, no! - Get out of my way!

Come here, you puppy!

Laugh at me and I'll beat you till you cannot stand!

Come back!

It is hot.

- Sure is. - It is always hot.

Oh, thank you.

- I can steal more. - No, no, no, no, that's just fine.

I have not seen you in Zavala before.

Well, I've never been here before.

That is why.

That's right.

Colten came pretty close.

Yeah, he came close enough all right.

You are very fast.

Is that so bad you will not be fast enough

to kill the one called Ben Rawlins when he comes looking for you?

Oh, no, it's not bad.

- You know Rawlins, do you? - Everybody in Zavala knows him.

Seems that way.

It would be wise if you went away before he comes back.

He is a much bigger bandido then Jurato.

- That so? - Now Jurato is like everybody else.

He does not like that.

Your side, it is bleeding again.

My mother could bandage it for you, maybe give you some beans and meat,

even a place to sleep, until Ben Rawlins comes back.

Well, that sounds mighty good, but what about your father, what would he think?

My father is dead. Jurato killed him.

My house, there is just my mother and me. It is not far from here.

Well, by golly, that sounds mighty good. I could use a good meal too.

- I'll help you. - Oh.

Oh, thank you.

What's your name, young fella?

- Paco. What's yours? - Matt Dillon.

It was lucky I came along.

Yeah. Sure was.

Let's go.

When I am older, I will leave this place.

Oh?

I will take my mother and move far away.

Well, I'd say your mother's pretty lucky

to have somebody like you looking out after her.

Since Jurato killed my father, there is no one else.

- Who is this Jurato? - Another bandido.

Not so big as Ben Rawlins, though.

Oh, well, what about Rawlins? How long has he been living here?

Maybe a year. He goes away sometimes.

But he always leaves some of his men. That is why Jurato is always afraid.

Even to go into the village he is afraid.

As long as anyone can remember, the bandidos have been here.

They have?

A very long time ago, there was Arturo Rias, then Tupanga.

My father told me about them.

Then there was Jurato.

Now there is the norteamericano bandido Ben Rawlins.

Hasn't anybody ever tried to fight 'em?

Once.

That is when Jurato killed my father.

Oh.

- What about the Rurales? - They are too few.

The village is too far away.

That is why the bandidos came here.

That and because they can take what they want from the people.

Oh.

I have never ridden so big a horse.

Oh?

- Did you steal him or buy him? - What?

He's a fine animal.

Someday I will have a fine horse like that.

I wouldn't be surprised.

You wait here. I will tell my mother you are here, Matt Dillon.

Mother.

- Where is Jurato? - Paquito.

Why do you anger him so?

Where is he?

Gone. He'll be back soon.

Maybe for the last time he will be back.

What?

Outside is the americano bandido who shot Colten and Rawlins.

- So? - He is wounded a little.

I said you would bandage him and give him some food.

Give him food? His kind can take what it wants in the village.

He is not like the others.

- Why did you bring him here? - He is going to kill Jurato for us.

I told you he would pay for killing my father, for beating you.

- If Jurato kills him? - He is very fast.

I saw. In the cantina I saw.

Why does he do this for us?

He does not know he is going to.

My father was a farmer, a good farmer.

He had the biggest field of anybody.

I'll bet he did.

- Come on inside, Matt Dillon. - All right.

- Mother, this is Matt Dillon. - How do, ma'am?

I sure appreciate the help.

Your son here really came to my rescue.

If you will sit over there, I will look at your wound.

Thank you.

Sure hope I'm not putting you out too much.

Paco, the beans, put them on the fire.

Warm the tortillas.

You can sleep over here by the fire where I do, Matt Dillon.

Where is it you're hurt?

It's just at the side here. It's not too bad.

Take off your shirt.

While the beans are heating, I'll put your horse in the shed,

give him some hay and water.

Oh, thank you, Paco.

No need for him to stand out there in that sun.

It's some better.

Let me see it.

It's nothing.

Well, here, let me... let me get it.

Señora, you and your son have been mighty kind.

I won't trouble you anymore.

What?

Well, I'm grateful for your help and for the food and all,

but I'll be moving on.

But there's no need to go.

No need.

Put the horse in the shed.

- No. - Do as you are told.

I am through doing for you, and so is my mother.

What?

You cannot go to the village anymore,

and we do not want you to come here anymore.

I'll teach you once and for all.

I'll lay your back open to the bone.

Hmm!

- Come here. - Matt Dillon!

Come here, you puppy!

Who are you?

He is the reason we are both through doing for you.

He is also dead.

I promised you, and I have kept my promise.

Who is he?

Jurato is dead.

I was afraid to tell you. I was afraid you would not come.

You were our one chance to be rid of him. I could not tell you.

Beat me if you will. I do not care.

Jurato is dead.

- I'll bury him. - I'll help you.

No, you stay here. Look after your mother.

Oh, that's great. Man, that's great.

Ah, man, man, that's good for what ails you.

Turn that water off, boy.

Ain't nothin' ails me bad enough

to drink something that smells as bad as that does.

Rotten eggs.

Ah, this stuff is better for you than whiskey ever will be.

I ain't gonna get close enough to find out.

You just don't know what's good for you, that's all.

Well, for openers, getting back to Zavala'd do me just fine.

Well, another day or two, we'll be heading back.

Come on, boy, rub me up.

Ah, that's great.

- Ben. - Yeah?

We got company.

Hey, Smitty, did you bring that squirt brother of mine back with you?

Hey.

I been riding all day and half the night.

- Where's he at? - I got bad news, Ben.

What kind of bad news?

It's Alex.

What about Alex?

He's dead.

What?

Matt Dillon followed you back,

rode into Zavala this morning,

came into the cantina big as Sunday.

Alex tried to take him.

Dillon killed him and Colten.

Where... where were you?

I was right there.

Uh, me and Paul Densen.

I almost got it myself.

- You what? - What I meant was that...

You mean to tell me that Dillon killed Colten and Alex and you walked away?

Now, how was that?

Well, I...

Look, man, I... He's... He's still in Zavala.

I... I just came to tell you he's...

he's waiting for you.

I just asked you how come you walked away and my brother got killed?

You wanna go to Zavala, huh?

Come in.

I brought back his horse. You might as well have it.

Thank you.

This and the saddle, they ought to bring you some money.

I am grateful.

For that I am most grateful.

It's been a long time since he slept so peacefully.

He tried to stay awake until you returned.

- I said I would wake him. - Oh, don't bother.

But there are things he wanted to say.

There's no need.

I told him it would wait until morning.

I kept some food warm for you.

Mrs. Avila...

There is water to wash with in the basin.

I'll put the horses out while you're eating.

You didn't wake me last night.

There was no need.

He stayed.

He stayed.

And this morning we will have the eggs.

The chickens are always finding different places to hide their eggs.

But mostly I find them.

They used to be easy to gather.

When father was alive... we had a coop.

And a fine coop it was too, wasn't it?

We had a lot more chickens too, and pigs, and even a cow.

Well, I think you'd have a good farm here.

- You think so? - Sure do.

Do you know how to make a chicken coop?

Well, I'm afraid I'd be a little bit out of practice there.

I bet together we can build one.

Paco, eat.

Well, I bet we can.

We can fix the corral too, and the roof on the shed,

and maybe one day even get the field plowed again.

I'm afraid all that'll take quite a while.

There is a lot of time. A little now, a little later.

Paco, that's one thing I don't have is time.

- You're not going to go away? - I'm afraid so.

You mean you're not going to stay here with Mother and me?

Paco.

We have room for you.

You and I could fish and hunt. We could...

Now, ho, now, hold on there.

But why go? Ben Rawlins will never bother you here.

And if you go back north, maybe you will be put in prison.

Paco, that's enough.

You will have to hide from Ben Rawlins until he and his men ride away again.

But sometimes they are gone for a long time.

Paco, I'll tell you something.

I came here to arrest Ben Rawlins if I can.

Arrest him?

See, I'm a United States marshal.

You are not a bandido?

No.

But no norteamericanos except bandidos ever come to Zavala.

Oh?

No. You have to be.

- I do? - Yes.

You said you had no wife.

That's right.

- No sons? - No.

- No family at all? - No.

And you will kill Ben Rawlins if you have to?

I mean, you do not have to take him back to Dodge?

No.

Then what is there to keep you from staying?

Well, it's my job mostly.

But you told me you liked it here with us.

- Well, I do Paco, but... - I do not understand why you go, then.

Well, Paco, sometimes you have to do something just 'cause it's right.

And you said you would be the marshal and keep the law for them?

Well, that's right. But there's a couple of other reasons I gotta go back too.

A woman?

Hand me that mud, will you?

Is she pretty? Prettier than my mother?

If we're gonna fix the roof on this shed,

we'd better stick to business here.

Matt Dillon, if I ask you something, will you tell me the truth?

I don't know about that.

Are you mad at me because of what happened with Jurato?

I mean, that is not even a little bit part of why you are leaving?

Now, Paco, that's got nothing to do with it.

- We are friends, aren't we? - Well, I'd sure like to think so.

Anyways, if you cannot come back to Zavala,

I could come to Dodge to see you.

Yeah, maybe you could.

I would like that, to see Dodge.

It is far from here, isn't it?

Yeah, it's quite a long way.

When we say goodbye, we will never see each other again.

I never had a friend before, Matt Dillon.

I think it is a sad thing to have a friend.

Why's that?

Because the time will come when they will have to go away.

That doesn't mean the end of the friendship, you know.

That is so. I think we will always be friends.

I think so too.

I will explain to Mother. It will not be easy for her.

She wanted you to stay too. I could tell.

Time to eat.

And when you are through, there are the quail snares to check.

- Matt Dillon and I... - You will do this alone.

Matt Dillon has done enough. Inside.

If it would be just between you and Ben Rawlins, it would be one thing,

but it will not.

There'll be many others to side with him.

Remember, I want you to stay here.

The people of the village will do nothing to help you.

If you wanna help me, you'll do as I say.

Please, please listen to me. Paco and I...

Señora, find Paco for me. I have to talk to him.

The other horse is gone!

Paco.

When a man owns a gun,

the time can come when he's expected to use it.

I am not interested in buying.

To own Jurato's own gun would be something to brag about.

You stole Jurato's gun?

He is dead.

- What? - My friend Matt Dillon killed him.

That's not so.

I said it was, didn't I? This is Jurato's gun.

My friend will kill Ben Rawlins too, and run the other bandidos from Zavala.

What are you saying?

I am saying that he will help us be free of the bandidos.

- Help us? - We will help each other.

While he faces Ben Rawlins, the rest of us will take care of the others.

Sí, sí.

Since my father's father, there have been bandidos in our village.

Exactly.

And for the first time, we can be rid of them.

I think never.

There are no more than four or five of them. There are 50 of us.

Without our help, they will kill Matt Dillon.

All he has to do is go back north before Señor Rawlins arrives.

Sí, sí.

You are all jackals.

When you are grown, when you stand to receive more than a cuff in the ear,

remember this day.

See if you feel the same.

If nothing is done now,

I will be long gone from this place by the time I am grown.

Hey, what is this? A town meeting, eh?

Hey.

Hey, Chipaco.

I understand that you have a friend, eh?

Let go of me. Let go of me!

You'd better tell me if you know where he is, eh? Is he out at your house?

Ben will be riding into town soon.

Let him go.

Hey, señor, I have no gun, eh?

Hey, now Ben will not have to look for you, eh?

- Paco, what are you doing here? - I want to stay and help you.

I appreciate that,

but, you know, you can be more help to me back at the house.

- But, Matt Dillon... - Paco, your mother's there all alone.

Now, she's gonna need you.

I want you to go.

Go on, now, Paco.

You come a long way to die.

You're under arrest.

That makes you a bigger fool than I thought.

It's my gun.

Amelita.

Well, I'll tell you one thing.

It's gonna be a sight harder to kill me than it was my brother.

Marshal, don't shoot! I give up!

Throw the gun down.

Matt Dillon!

Oh, thank you.

Where's Paco?

I think he could not say goodbye.

He's just a little boy,

and he's never known anyone like you before.

It is very hard for him to see you go.

- Amelita, I... - Goodbye, Matt Dillon.

Paco?

He's gone, Paco.

He was looking for you. He wanted to say goodbye.

Paco?

Matt Dillon!

Matt Dillon!

Matt Dillon!

Matt Dillon!

Matt Dillon!

Matt Dillon!

Matt Dillon!

Matt Dillon!

Matt Dillon!

I'm sorry, Matt Dillon. I am sorry.

- That's all right, Paco. - But you do not understand.

- I did not want to say goodbye. - I know.

But I was afraid you would forget Paco.

Paco, I'll tell you something. You and I are friends.

Friends don't forget, not ever.

You take this.

- I couldn't do that. - It was my father's.

And his father's before him. I want it to be yours.

- But, Paco... - Please, Matt Dillon.

Thanks, Paco.

Goodbye, Paco, my friend.

Goodbye, Matt Dillon.