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Now, I'd like the ladies of the audience to step forward

and judge for themselves the fine quality of these goods.

Irish lace from Cork County,

custom-made suits hand-tailored in New York City,

oriental rugs direct from far Cathay,

fine British woolens direct from...

I'll let this young lad answer. Where do British woolens come from, son?

- Britain. - Be a cold August day

this bright lad won't have an answer.

I never yet heard of licorice dulling a young one's mind.

Now, I know what you're asking yourselves.

How can anything be sold for half its value?

A good question. An astute question.

It does credit to the people of Dodge City.

Irish lace, you say?

As Irish as your lovely eyes, ma'am.

Half its value? Indeed not. A quarter and perhaps a tenth,

because right here, ladies and gentlemen, right here and now,

I'm accepting any reasonable offer. My health dictates I must retire.

But my loss is your gain, as they say.

How much you say this here suit is?

Now, you're not gonna believe the price of the suit, friend.

This hand-tailored, New York, Fifth Avenue cut garment is $100.

A hundred dollars?

Retailing in New York, of course.

But you, you can have the finest garment to be had

for the price of its stitching. Just 30...

No, I'm going to do it. Just $20.

Well, now, that's more like it.

Festus, would you walk me back to the Long Branch, please?

'Course, Miss Kitty.

All right. All right. Cash is scarce.

Now, the lady of the house wants her fine lace,

but the man, the man is going to need the fine British woolen

for a good Sunday meeting suit of clothes.

So I'll tell you what I'm gonna do for you good folks in Dodge.

Festus, the closest that Irish lace ever came to Ireland is Joplin.

Well, I thought it looked plumb lacy, Miss Kitty.

- Good morning, Miss Kitty. Festus. - Newly.

I see you didn't fall for that drummer's spiel.

Oh, no. But I had to rescue Festus

from a hundred dollar suit

that's probably worth eight in St. Joe, if that.

Oh, I wasn't a-fixing to...

His goods aren't what he's claiming?

I think the only money's worth the people are getting down there is...

- Fine Irish lace... - in charm.

- I'll see you all later. - Miss Kitty.

See you, Miss Kitty.

You'd better take that as a warning, Festus.

He's liable to leave this town with your poke in his pocket.

Oh, flip! Newly, you think I don't know a skunk when I see one?

I don't give a hoot if he's got his stripe

hid under that slickerly tongue of his, I know him.

I recollect Matthew getting a telegram from that sheriff over in Stillwater

about some drummer who got mixed up in a shooting scrape here a while back.

Yes, thank you very much. And for you, yes...

Very much. Good, thank you. Yes, madam. Oh, that's lovely, yes.

It's him all right, Pa.

We should get us our money back, Pa.

When a man makes a fool of you, he owes you more than money.

I just wonder...

Festus, if you could send a wire to the marshal

over at Point Ferry before the trial's over,

maybe he could stop off at Stillwater before he gets back.

Indeed, my loss is your gain. Goodbye. Goodbye. Thank you.

- Appears he's leaving, Pa. - Well, let's go.

We'll wait for Mr. Fast-talking Smart Mouth outside of town.

♪ But still the hairs ♪ Of Mary weave

♪ My blissful dreams ♪ Of long ago

♪ Sweet, ,,

You sound happy, drummer.

Well, it's a pleasant afternoon, friend.

And a man alone with pleasant thoughts is apt to burst into song.

You might quarrel with the rendition...

For one, I ain't your friend.

And two, I learned a long time ago a man that run off at the mouth so much

don't believe in what he's saying.

- You got a match? - Huh?

- A match? - Why, sure, friend. Of course.

I'm surmising there's some sort of difficulty between us.

A bit of dissatisfaction perhaps in some dealings we've had.

Last winter, up in Hays, you sold my boy a silver saddle.

Rusted up, first rain we rode through.

Shut up.

Silver belt you let go real cheap done the same thing too.

Well, I think that only proves, friend,

that you just can't trust some people these days.

- But I have a letter from... - Light it.

Sure, friend. Of course.

I guess I'm going to have to remind you again that I'm not your friend.

To prove that, you just touch that match to them wagon goods.

'Cause if them goods ain't afire by the time that match burns out,

you ain't going to have a care in the world, drummer.

You've no intention of cooking my horse, I hope.

Get the horse out of here.

Well, it seems we're pretty much even,

with you perhaps getting the better part of the deal.

Not quite.

Look, Ma, it's Mr. Miller and them mean boys of his!

Fetch up that shotgun, Jacob. Come on!

Whoa!

Jacob, hand me that shotgun.

Now, you children stay in the wagon and be good.

Quit that.

Well now, how come you to be interested in a swindling drummer, Lorna Wright?

Stomping a man who can't fight back concerns everybody.

Get on with it.

I won't be wasting the second barrel, you boys don't get to your horses.

I count to three, you boys be prepared to pick birdshot

out of your hides the rest of the night.

One. Two...

Get to your horses. Go on!

Next time that milk cow of yours wonders over onto my land,

you count yourself out one cow.

I'm asking no favors from you, Mr. Miller.

I never did and I have no intention.

Why, are you hurt bad, mister.

Well, it'll be a help, ma'am, if the ground would stop moving around.

Well, it might do if you had a place to rest for an hour or two.

My farm is a mile down the road.

I accept your kind offer.

- Oh, my carpetbag. - My youngest will get it. Come on.

Prudence, tie the man's horse to the back of the wagon.

Jacob, go get his carpetbag.

- Trees this time. - It'll be a fence.

- Dolls. - Yours is trees.

- Uh-huh. - Yours is a fence.

- Uh-huh. - And yours is dolls.

- And you, Mrs. Wright? - Horses.

Horses.

Now, there's a prize on this one. Anybody changing?

- Mm-mm. - Nope.

- Okay. - Trees! I won, I won!

Indeed you did.

Indeed you did, my dear.

Thank you, Mr. Sullivan.

Well now, that seems to be the only coin I had.

So I guess you two are just going to have to conjure up your own prizes.

- Conjure? - What's that mean?

Oh. Well, I can see you've had little to do with magicians.

- Hold out your hands. - Are you a magician?

Well, I've been a bit of everything, honey.

Now, the genie on the isle of Abracadabra taught me this one.

I don't know how it works or why, but it always does in a situation like this.

Now, nothing in my hands. Okay.

Now, you close very tight, close them up real tight,

hold tight and squeeze.

Now, the first most important thing is believing it's going to be so,

that a piece of silver is going to grow in each hand.

That's very important, to believe it can happen.

Money can't grow in your hand.

But that's the most important thing in bringing anything to pass,

- to believe it's possible. - I'll believe, Mr. Sullivan.

- Me, too. - Good.

Now, all that's left is recalling the magic word.

Let me see. I think it was...

I think I've forgotten. Perhaps it was "deedledum."

Shall we try that?

Okay. All right. Here we go now.

Deedledum.

Aw... Well, we'll have to try again.

That's another most important thing in making anything happen.

You must try again.

Now, this time we'll all say it together

so we'll be sure not to forget, yes?

The word the genie told me so I'd never forget was the name of the isle.

- Abracadabra. - Abracadabra.

How did you do that, Mr. Sullivan?

Me? Well, you had more to do with it than myself.

You believed, and it happened.

Let me take a look at that head.

Oh, good, the bleeding has stopped.

Mrs. Wright, you've the hands of a healing angel.

Oh, well, we'll credit the liniment.

All right, children, it's time for bed. Now, you say goodnight to Mr. Sullivan.

- Good night, Mr. Sullivan. - Good night. Good night.

Good night.

You make nice magic, Mr. Sullivan.

Well, thank you, darling.

You certainly have a way with young ones, Mr. Sullivan.

Well, I'm the oldest of nine, and the father of the family

when my own mother was widowed.

Speaking of that, Mrs. Wright, I'm surprised you've not remarried,

with three young ones to care for.

Well, most men shy away from a ready-made family, Mr. Sullivan.

Well, that only shows their lack of good taste

if that stops them from courting you.

Mr. Sullivan, you're full of blarney.

Well, no Sullivan man ever shied from the truth,

or a pretty woman.

Well, I'd best be going if I'm gonna get to the ferry in time

to make a crossing tonight.

I'm sorry I can't offer you a place for tonight, but...

Oh, no need to explain, Mrs. Wright. I understand.

Well, what are you going to do now? I mean, with your wagon burnt?

Something.

I hope your taking my part has not made trouble for you with Miller.

No. No more than I've already got, I'm sure.

Oh, some dispute between you?

Oh, it's about a piece of scrub land I own,

it's right next to Miller's property.

He wants to buy it and I refuse to sell it. It's as simple as that.

- Well, how much land is it? - Well, it's quite a bit.

It's a thousand acres. But there's no water on it.

I'm what... one of those folks you call land-poor.

I see. Has he offered you a fair price?

Well, fair in dollars, I suppose. Two thousand.

Well, that's a nice bit of money these days.

Why not sell it to him?

Oh... because of the kind of man Miller is.

Someday, I'd like to sell it to somebody who'd make a good neighbor.

I'll help you saddle your horse, Mr. Sullivan.

Oh. Oh, yes.

Mrs. Wright, I want you to know that I'm eternally grateful for what you've...

Mr. Sullivan. You sit down.

I think Miller's boys were a bit more thorough than I'd imagined.

I've got some brandy.

Here.

Mrs. Wright, I'm downright embarrassed in being so much bother.

Oh, don't be foolish. Now, I insist you stay the night.

Well, I think a good night's sleep

without too much moving around would do the trick.

Well, you just sit there and rest and I'll go make up the extra room.

Hey, ain't that the drummer up there?

Yeah.

We can start in where we left off yesterday.

Now, you two just tend to your work.

What business you got here, drummer?

Hardly any of yours, seeing it's the boundary of Mrs. Wright's land.

You got off easy yesterday.

Well, I live by a philosophy, Mr. Miller:

Yesterday's gone, it's tomorrow's worth the worrying.

Now, that creek down there, that's a waste of good water,

the way it runs off into the sink further south.

Well now, that ain't no concern of yours, being as it's my creek.

Divert just the run-off onto Mrs. Wright's section,

and she'd be able to support cattle on it.

That water's going to stay right where it is.

Unless she sells to you, you mean.

Mr. Sullivan, do you think you ought to be working so hard?

Well, I wouldn't worry, Mrs. Wright.

A good night's sleep, a nice ride in the open air

and your fine breakfast seems to have done the trick.

Can I help you carry the wood inside, Mr. Sullivan?

Well, sure you can, Nettie. Sure.

One piece at a time.

Nettie, don't run. Nettie!

You seem to have a well-organized workforce here, Mrs. Wright.

Well, they say many hands makes light work.

I been a looking for you pretty near half the day.

I seen your burnt-out wagon back yonder. What happened to you?

Well, I appreciate your concern, Marshal.

Who was it that burnt you out?

Well, yesterday's gone, and today's a new day,

as my grandmother was fond of saying.

Your grandma was a fast forgiver, I'd say.

Yes, it runs in the family.

What's your business here on the widow's place?

Just a hired hand.

You seem to object, Marshal.

Well, let's just put it this way.

Whilst you're here I'm fixing to keep an eyeball peeled on you.

Do I have to, Mom?

Nettie, Dr. Adams said three times a day.

- But it tastes bad. - Oh, Nettie. Here.

I've got some lemonade to go with it. All right?

- Oh, Festus, come on in. - Mrs. Wright.

Hello, Mr. Festus. Want some lemonade?

Oh, much obliged, Nettie, but I'm fixing to go right on back into town.

See, I'm kind of holding things down for Marshal Dillon while he's away.

Oh, Miss Wright, this here letter's for you.

I figured I'd just drop it by to you.

Thank you, Festus.

- Got a nice man working for us, Festus. - Oh, you have?

He does magic and he's a friend of a genie on the isle of Abracadabra.

Is that so?

Well, I knowed a genie once myself in Oklahoma.

She was one of the prettiest gals that you have ever saw.

Nettie, here, honey. I want you to take this out to Mr. Sullivan.

- He's been working very hard out there. - All right.

When they told me that was from Doc Adams

plumb from Kansas City, I figured I ought to bring it out to you.

Yeah, I appreciate that, Festus.

It's... it's the results of some tests that Dr. Adams took.

He wanted to talk to a doctor in Kansas City about them.

Well, I... I hope there's good news in it.

No. Uh...

I'm afraid Nettie's condition hasn't changed at all.

Well, I sure am plumb sorry to hear that, ma'am.

Well, I suppose I ought to be grateful that she's happy.

Yes.

Think it'll work, Mr. Sullivan?

Work? Of course it'll work, child, if you believe it will.

As my grandmother used to say, half the trouble with this world

is half the people telling you you can't do something

and the other half listening.

The trick is, I've learned, not to listen.

There. That ought to do it.

Well, now we test the ingenuity of humble man.

Humble man, come forth.

It ain't gonna work.

Of course. Now, close your eyes. What are we forgetting, Nettie?

- Always believe. - And try harder.

Mrs. Wright, this is going to take all of us.

Now, we wish water to be inside the house instead of out.

We believe it's going to be inside the house,

and Io and behold...

Ah... well, well, well, well. It never fails.

You believe something, try very hard, and it's done.

You can do anything, Mr. Sullivan.

They're sound asleep.

You know, you've been a tonic for them, Mr. Sullivan.

It's been real good for them having a man about.

- Would you like some more coffee? - Oh, yes, please.

I took a ride about your place today.

Look at this map. You see, if you could divert this creek onto this scrub land,

you could support a small herd in your very first year.

No, no. That creek is on Miller's property.

And he'd never allow us to put the water on to my section.

- Well, perhaps I could talk to him. - But he burned your wagon.

Oh, I know, I know. An unfortunate misunderstanding.

But, I... I'm sure Mr. Miller and I could settle our differences.

Well, that may be, but he's not gonna do nothing for me.

We've talked it over in the past.

Well, then perhaps he's not been approached in the right way.

Pa.

He don't keep riding our boundaries for nothing.

All right, what's on your thieving mind, drummer?

Just making sure of my ground, Mr. Miller, before we had our final talk.

Now, that gulch that comes off the bend of the creek

and eases onto Mrs. Wright's land.

Now, you figure a couple of sticks of dynamite

would spill the creek onto her section?

Now, I know a man once lost a nose sticking it where it didn't belong.

It wasn't a pretty sight.

Mr. Miller, you've offered Mrs. Wright $2,000 for that land.

Now, it's worth a bit more than that, wouldn't you say?

- Maybe. - Closer to, say, $4,000?

She won't sell, not even for four. Not to me.

Well, perhaps we could arrange it so she'd be forced to sell.

We? What do you get out of this?

Well, let's set up a hypothetical situation, Mr. Miller.

Let's assume that you divert the water,

and that Mrs. Wright obtains a loan to buy cattle.

And let's further assume that she's trusting enough to place, say,

$2,000 in my hands to buy cattle.

And further, let's assume that I send Mrs. Wright a wire

explaining I've had trouble with rustlers bringing the cattle up.

And closing with my sympathies.

No herd to graze, no loan to be paid off.

Forced to sell.

Oh, I've been hankering for that land for some time now.

All right, I'll pay the $4,000.

But you take something from me, drummer.

On my word, if I find out that you've been double-talking me,

and I've been spilling good water onto that widow's land,

me and my boys will come hunting.

Mr. Miller, I long ago learned that when you stop thinking of number one,

meaning yours truly, Robert Sullivan,

a short end is too often awaiting.

We have a deal.

- Hi, Mr. Festus. - Howdy, young'uns.

- Hi. - Howdy, Festus.

Mrs. Wright. Nettie.

Hello, Mr. Festus.

You got quite a crop of chickens this year, ain't you?

Well, they're doing fairly well.

Uh, Mrs. Wright, could I jaw with you for a minute?

- Well, of course, Festus. - It's about this here Sullivan fella.

Did you know that him and that old man Miller

is just getting thicker than sorghum molasses.

- Well, how do you mean that, Festus? - 'Cause, I've seen them over yonder

just a-gabbing like two old biddies over the fence,

and they're cooking up something.

Festus, they're not cooking up nothing. I know all about it.

Well, if you know all about it, why did you...

Mrs. Wright, I got to tell you about this here drummer.

He's just crooked as a dog's hind leg.

He tried to sell me a suit for a hundred dollars that wasn't even worth ten.

But I was too foxy for him.

Festus, it's kind of you to be so concerned, but there's no need to worry.

Mr. Sullivan went to talk to Mr. Miller

about diverting that creek water of his onto my land. That's all.

You mean, you think he's fixing to turn his creek on to your section?

He ain't going to do no such a thing. Why...

- Well, it's all set. - We're going to be ranchers.

That creek's going to empty onto the old section by mid-afternoon.

You mean he done that just for your asking him?

Well now, Marshal, it took a little hard-nosed bargaining.

You're gonna have to give Miller half your profits for the first year

in return for the water rights.

I just can't hardly believe it.

Well now, Mrs. Wright, you're forgetting something.

What's she forgetting, Nettie?

When you want something, believe you're going to get it.

And do something about it.

It's a miracle.

Mr. Sullivan, you truly are a miracle man.

Well, miracles happen every day, Mrs. Wright.

You just have to know how to give them a little assist.

A pinch of faith, a dab of doing,

a whole lot of believing it's gonna be done.

Ha!

It just don't figure at all.

Whoa! Whoa!

Hi.

I hope the children weren't a bother in getting them off to bed?

Oh, no. An hour of bronco busting, my ribs are a bit tender,

but they're now in dreamland.

- The loan? - Oh.

I had no trouble getting it, not with water on the land.

Two thousand dollars.

Real fine, Mrs. Wright. I'll... I'll leave tonight.

Mr. Sullivan...

Uh, have you ever pondered on... on being a ranch foreman?

- Foreman? - Well, uh, me raising cattle,

I mean, it needs a man's hand.

Well, I've never been much of one for the land, Mrs. Wright.

Well, I suppose a man gets used to being alone, you know, traveling.

But I... if you have any plans to settle,

uh, well, that... that herd you're sending back,

you could come back with it.

Well, uh...

Well, a woman can't say more than that.

All right. All right. Come on.

Mr. Sullivan, can I talk to you?

Now, what's this, young lady? Out of bed, you'll catch cold.

Please, Mr. Sullivan. I'm not cold.

I just have to talk to you.

Well, can't it wait until I get back?

- How long will you be gone? - Well, not very long.

A couple of days.

Well, here now, child. Here. Here.

Come on, now you're freezing. Here.

All right, come on. Up you go. There you are.

Now...

Do you know what happens to children who sneak out of bed after dark?

- Nothing bad, I hope. - No, not really.

- Now, what shall we talk about? - Miracles.

Oh, that's my favorite subject.

Can you make miracles happen for anybody, Mr. Sullivan?

Well, that depends, honey. You know, a miracle has to be something good

that people want. It has to be important. Is it?

- Yes. - Well then, madam,

Robert Sullivan at your service.

Now, what sort of miracle would you like?

I... I want to live till I'm ten years old.

You want to live to be ten? Well, that's not fair to be joshing me.

I'm not joshing.

I heard the doctor from St. Louis tell my ma I wouldn't live to be ten.

Is it too big a miracle? For me to be ten years old?

I didn't want to ask you, but I kept thinking in bed,

you made so many nice things happen.

Please, Mr. Sullivan, couldn't you make a miracle happen for me?

Well... well, you know, Nettie, now miracles aren't easy.

Oh, I know that. Somebody special has to do them, like you.

Well, no. No, not exactly, darling.

All right. All right.

What's the first thing we do when we want to make a miracle?

Close our eyes.

Then we believe, very hard, for what we want.

- Do I wish for a miracle? - Very hard.

Even if it's only good for me?

Darling, it's not only for you,

because you'd be missed by the people who love you.

I forgot that. I'm wishing.

And we're gonna believe something,

that pretty Nettie is gonna be ten years old,

- and 11 and 12... - Twelve?

Sh...

And believing, it will be so.

It will be so.

I'm believing.

I think we can open our eyes now.

- Did it happen? - Do you believe it happened?

I believe you can do anything, Mr. Sullivan.

I know a miracle happened because I feel different.

Good night, Mr. Sullivan.

Good night, Nettie.

She's right there. Her and her young'uns.

I'm telling you, Festus, it's none of our business.

What do you mean it ain't none of our business?

A widow woman getting flim-flammed?

That Sullivan left here with $2,000 of her money in his pockets

and I don't think he's going to come back with no cattle, neither.

And him and that Miller is just a-using that widow woman,

- I can see it clear as crystal. - Festus, we don't know that.

My point is, no law has been broken.

Now, until someone's proven himself to be a thief,

you just can't go around saying he is.

- I ain't saying... - The best thing for us to do is wait

until the marshal gets here. Now, when is he due back?

Well, I...

Oh, Barney brought me this telegraph from Matthew, but I...

I just been so busy, I ain't had a chance to read it yet.

Let me take a look at that, Festus.

Says it was sent from Stillwater. Says he's checking on Sullivan.

That ought to make you feel very happy.

It does. Does he say they found out anything?

No, sir. But he says he'll be back here in Dodge early today.

All right then. We'll just find out if this here Sullivan's

the straight arrow you've been a-saying he is.

- I'm not saying that he is, Festus. - Well, you want...

But for Lorna and the kids' sake, I hope he is.

That wouldn't be a bad idea if you'd ride out there

and tell the marshal what's going on here.

Newly, there you go again, a-trying to tell me my job.

Now, quit that. I ain't going to do no such a thing.

What I'm a-fixing to do is go saddle up old Ruth and I'm going to take me a ride

out yonder and see if I can run into Matthew

and just tell him what's a-been a-going on here.

That's the thing to do, don't you see?

I guess maybe you're like me, you don't like to drink alone.

No, I'd buy except, you're too good to drink another man's whiskey.

You're all right.

She's no worse off than she was before.

She just has to sell land she wasn't using anyway.

Yeah, well, that... that sounds all right to me.

And there's no way to help Nettie by going back.

Can I pour for you, mister?

Might even be for the best.

Miller gives her $4,000 for land she's not using,

she pays off the loan, she has $2,000 left.

Well, that sounds about right.

And with that money she might be able to get another doctor for Nettie.

Yeah. A doctor cured me once. I had a wart down there on my nose.

'Sides, they're better off farming. Cattle's a risky business. Risky.

Cattle.

So, it's off to California, Robert Sullivan,

- in $2,000 style. - Two thousand what?

Well, it's a simple equation, friend.

You see, it's common sense against conscience.

- Conscience is a very bad thing. - Another trick.

The trick is to close your mind because once you get involved, you're lost.

You see, the next thing you know,

you'll be helping little old ladies across the street.

Now, fella, look...

If you ain't feeling too good, well, there's a doctor over there in Dodge...

Common sense, Robert, common sense.

Each man is worth his labor and you've been laboring.

Yeah, I wouldn't mind drinking to that.

On the other hand...

Bottle's all paid for, you'll probably be taking it with you, won't you?

On the other hand...

On the other hand, it might not be a good thing

drinking out there in the hot sun.

My friend, let me give you a piece of advice.

Never start performing miracles.

Because once performed, they seem determined to remain.

- Our cattle! - We got a ranch.

I don't see Mr. Sullivan.

Festus.

Matthew, I came out here to meet up with you about that Sullivan fella.

- Well, what about him? - Well, he got a whole big mess of money

off of Lorna Wright to buy cattle with,

and I figured he'd just kind of featherfoot off with it, you know,

but he didn't. 'Cause I just passed a herd back yonder

and the trail boss is a-cutting out prime calves

to be drove to Lorna's place.

You mean, he bought the cattle he's supposed to?

He sure did. I just can't figure him out.

Well, I'll tell you. I got kind of interested in this Mr. Sullivan myself.

He's wanted in Stillwater. I got a warrant for his arrest.

Well, I've been tracking him, Matthew.

It appears like he's headed back east across them flats.

- Let's go. - Come on, Ruth.

You're right, Pa. That herd's headed for Lorna Wright's.

That drummer's got more salt than...

Sure suckered good. Handed that woman grazing land.

That's exactly what she's using it for.

Hey!

Was on my way to pay you boys a visit.

Well, you talk real good, drummer.

You got about 30 seconds of my time to get it all said.

Well, Mr. Miller, it occurred to me that you might be blaming Mrs. Wright

for what you imagine to be a double-cross here.

- What you calling it? - Shut up, son.

Your time just run out.

I had to let you know it was none of her doing.

There's no sense in making things rough on her.

More sense skinning your hide, maybe you'd agree.

Well, I hear tell Dodge has pretty good law.

I don't think it would take the marshal long to tie you and your boys

to me turning up looking unhealthy.

Mister, you're going to be the unhealthiest looking drummer ever

- crossed the Missouri. - Put that gun up, son.

You heading any place particular now?

Nothing keeping me here.

Ha!

Just bad luck when a man gets throwed by his horse, drummer.

Here's that water, here, drink it!

Hey! You getting wet, drummer boy?

Come on! Get that!

All right, finish him!

Hold it.

All right, drop the gun belts, all of you!

Go on!

All right, Miller. You three are under arrest.

- You're going back to town. - He's a thief, a swindler.

- Why, we was just... - Yeah, just trying to kill him.

As far as that creek water's concerned, that was going to be the driest piece

of land in this state, that widow's scrub.

Miller, once that water's on Mrs. Wright's land,

- there's nothing you can do about it. - What are you talking about?

It's the law.

- Get them into town, Festus. - All right, go on. Go on.

All right, Sullivan, just take... take it easy now.

Here. Wipe your face off with this.

Sullivan, you know you're wanted in Stillwater.

Wanted? I didn't think those two men would say anything.

They attacked me, Marshal.

Well, the sheriff over in Stillwater seems to think

he's got a case against you. It'll be up to you to prove him wrong.

Sullivan, you just don't shoot somebody and then run off.

Well, Marshal, running away is a hard habit to break.

- Can I have a moment, Marshal? - Yeah.

Mrs. Wright, I...

Well, I'd like to say that I have the highest regard for you,

that's one way of putting it.

So do we, Mr. Sullivan.

We owe you so much.

No. No, the debt is mine.

Will you be coming back, Mr. Sullivan?

- We want you to. - Me, too.

Well, of course I'll be coming back.

But just to make sure there's no slip ups,

let's all close our eyes and wish it to be so.

- Mine's closed. - Mine, too.

Me, too.

Hey!

I can feel it.

I can feel it!

You're coming back.

You're coming back, Mr. Sullivan!

Nettie, don't... run.

You're coming back! I can feel it!

You're coming back! You're coming back, Mr. Sullivan!

You're coming back! I can feel it!

I can feel it! You're coming back!

You're coming back, Mr. Sullivan!

You're coming back!