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I'm looking for a man named Waco Thompson.

Where is he?

Thanks.

Hm... Well, what'll it be?

Raise them slow or get them up or...

- On your feet. - On your feet.

Why didn't I think of that?

Weren't expecting no visitors.

- You Waco Thompson? - Yep, on every inch.

US marshal. I got a warrant for your arrest.

- For visiting the Raton stage. - Yeah, and a few others.

What do you aim to do about it, Marshal?

- You're going to Dodge. - Yeah?

Well, I can think of about four reasons why that might be hard.

- Name them. - Well, my gang, Marshal.

Of course, I... I don't go to telling folks their doings,

but if I was you, I'd light out of here now.

Them old boys, they stick closer to a trail than the hair on your head.

You just took hold of... of a branding iron by the hot end, Marshal.

You...

You...

You're a mighty hard and determined man.

I ain't got dressed this fast as that time back in Tucson.

You said to wake you in an hour.

Let's go.

Yes, sir.

When my boys ride in and find old Waco gone, they'll be breathing fire.

Getting me to Dodge'll be like tiptoeing across a bog.

- That's your horse? - What's left of him.

All right, saddle him up.

- Thank you. - Well, thank you, sir. Thank you.

You know something, Marshal?

You ain't got a snowball's chance under a Kansas sun to where we was going.

Keep saddling.

No need to lose your temper, Marshal.

You got me so nervous now, I'm just all thumbs.

Marshal, you sure know how to stomp on a man's enjoys.

Yes, sir.

I just rode in last night. We were just closing up some real fun.

That old Lillie, she's got a tongue like a swinging door.

Just talk, talk, talk.

You know, Marshal, I ain't funning.

Them boys of mine are going to come riding over that ridge anytime now.

Why don't you ride ahead, I'll catch up.

All right, lead him out.

Hold your hands out.

Oh, I swear if I live to be 300...

Let's go.

- This ain't the trail to Dodge. - It'll do.

We're traveling closer to ground than a snake.

Why don't we ride up so a breeze can reach us?

Uh-huh, and have your boys spot the dust.

No, this'll get us there till dark.

You're smart, lawman, thinking clearer than blue sky.

You're smart and I'm parched.

Tongue's starting to curl up and die like a dead leaf.

Wouldn't know it to listen to you.

Let's get us a drink, Slick.

We'll get us a drink after we see Waco and get that money.

Wonder how much money there is.

There's supposed to be six or eight thousand in that box.

You know, I bet you old Waco's already drank his up.

He'd better not have drunk up mine.

Hey, Waco!

- Where is he? - He ain't here.

He was here.

Slept here.

All of his gear's gone, Slick. I thought he was staying here.

- Oh, he ran out on us! - Where'd he go?

Wait a minute! Found a trunk.

Where'd he go?

Slick?

We'll find him. Fuller.

Lillie.

Fuller! That's enough.

Lillie, where'd Waco go?

When did he leave?

Better tell us, Lillie.

Waco ain't worth getting Slick riled up.

Or worse.

Lillie?

Waco left just after dawn.

- There was a man with him. - What man?

Big man.

Filled that door when he came in.

You know him?

No. I never seen him till this morning.

Which way did they ride?

East.

You heard her! Get going!

Gamble, you do your femaling after we catch Waco.

As it sounds, Waco crossed us. Joined up with another feller.

What are we gonna do, Slick?

Crying about it ain't gonna help.

I'm gonna find Waco.

And when I do, I'm not gonna shoot him.

I'm gonna drag him, then I'm gonna hang him,

his toes just touching the ground.

First, we're gonna find that money.

Ain't we ever gonna stop to catch our breath?

This old horse of mine don't get some rest, I'm going to end up carrying him.

All right. Let's get off here and let 'em breathe a spell.

Whoo!

Well, you ain't gonna drink it all, are you?

Ah!

All the rain in heaven must fill that canteen.

Hey, Marshal, you want some jerky?

Dryer than a bride's prayer, but at least it'll give you a last supper.

No thanks.

You know, Marshal, this here old wash, it don't run on forever, you know.

Sooner or later you're gonna have to take the high ground.

When you do, them old boys, they're going to sight down on you.

Yes, sir. They'll be coming.

They'll be coming.

Stay right there.

I'm thinking Waco running off with all that money.

I swear that I'll kill him, I will.

Hood, when I get through with Waco there won't be nothing left for you to kill.

- Well, Fuller, you see anything? - There ain't any tracks,

I can't find it. And I'm betting you

they're somewheres down in that barranca.

Them old boys could track an ant over rocks.

I got to say, though, Marshal, you're thinking sharper than a boar coon.

But like I say, though, them boys is trackers.

Well, there's four of them, all right.

I swear, if I live to be 300, I'll never understand a lawman's brains.

Now, here's they's coming just as quiet and deadly as lions,

here you sit bold as a signboard.

What do you plan on doing, Marshal?

- We're going back. - Back to Spivey?

No. There's more than one way back to Dodge. Let's go.

I swear, if you ain't the biggest law giver since Moses.

Whoa!

No other way they could have come except this barranca,

or we'd have seen them.

Waco's going to have that money spent.

Oh, Hood, you're just like a hound dog puppy, all mouth and feet.

Your whining is beginning to grate me, Hood.

- Listen, Gamble, anytime you... - Oh, shut up, both of you!

Fuller, you're always bragging what a pathfinder and tracker you are.

You and ruddy mouth here go on up ahead. See if you see any sign of them.

Me and Gamble'll go back this way.

And if you find anything, we'll meet back here. You got that?

- Yeah, I got that! - Now, go on!

All right!

Where'd they go? It looks like they got lost.

Well, airing your lungs ain't gonna help us any, Gamble.

They got to turn up sometime.

And when they do, I'm gonna get that money.

And Waco and his new partner are going to end up pushing up daisies.

Here's Fuller.

Well?

Found some tracks about a mile down that gulch.

- Two horses, they doubled on back. - What'd you do with Hood?

Left him sitting on that track so they wouldn't blow away.

Well, let's go!

Whoo!

Whoo!

So that's water. I often wondered.

Eh...

You know what I've been thinking, Marshal?

I've been thinking you'll make Dodge.

I'd never have given you a lamb's chance in a wolf's den.

But I do believe you got a good lead on them old boys,

and pushing, you'll make Dodge.

Yes, sir, I do and I said it.

Let's mount up.

You know, the one thing I notice about all you marshals

is you all got a sense of humor.

Yes, sir, always funning and laughing.

- Let's ride. - And riding.

Well, this one's a looker. Must be a breed.

Kiowa, I'd say. Yes! That there's an Indian.

Get over there.

Them Kiowas chop up their ears when they take up with a white man.

Some old trapper boy come along...

She's gonna die if she doesn't get help.

Or still live. That's the way of them. Just what would you do with her?

The condition she's in, she's gonna need the help of a woman.

I swear, sometimes you got brains sharper than a new knife,

other times you got the ones an ox threw away.

We're gonna have to make a travois. Take her with us.

Well, I don't know where you get that "we,"

'cause I ain't about to touch no Injun.

- You're not, huh? - No, sir, I ain't.

Well now, Marshal.

Up to now we've just been passing the time pleasurable.

But now... you just keep them eyes in the back of your head wide open.

- Get over here and give me a hand. - Sure. Sure.

Hold on. Hold on. Take it easy.

Easy. Easy.

That old Indian don't want to be touched.

All right, we got some work to do. Let's get going.

I want you to take those bed rolls off of those saddles,

untie them and put them on the ground. Come on, let's move.

All right. All right.

Get the bed rolls. Get the bed rolls.

Seems like I never heard nothing so stupid my whole life.

Squaws, bed rolls, making travois.

You go dragging her around, you're gonna lose time.

- Time you ain't got to lose. - Let's move, Thompson.

I swear, if I live to be 300... Come on, horse.

We've lost a lot of time.

We got day tracking, night tracking and track tracking.

But at the end of them tracks, we got blood.

What's wrong, child?

- Good afternoon. - Howdy.

- Howdy, pigman. - My name's Dillon.

I'm a United States Marshal. I'm going to need some help here.

We've got a squaw woman that's gonna give birth any time now.

Don't look at me, she ain't my woman.

Let's get her inside.

Ann, dear, go fetch your ma.

Yes!

- What is... - Woman's near to having a baby, Polly.

Well, get her... get her in the bed. Turn... turn the covers down.

Whoee! That wind's ripe.

Whoee!

Let's get inside.

Stinking pigs, stinking Injuns.

If I live to be 300... Whoo!

You're the soul of sweet charity, ma'am.

Shame to put a stinking Injun on a nice, clean bed like that.

That's enough out of you, Thompson. Get out of here.

Is she an Injun?

- I don't want her in there. - Pol...

Take her away. Let her have it under a bush somewhere. That's their way.

But sure as the Lord takes notions, she ain't gonna have it in here.

No, she's gonna stay right where she is, ma'am.

And if you won't accept my asking, I'll have to order you.

- Nathan? - Pol, he's a United States Marshal.

- And he's a criminal. - Begging your pardon, ma'am?

This is my house. And I want you all out of here.

I can respect that, ma'am, but I have no choice.

It's too late to move her now.

You're just gonna have to pitch in and help.

I'll see that you're paid for it.

Pol, get these men something to eat.

All right.

Go help your ma.

Marshal, much as I'm wolfy, we got to stop to eat?

We're staying here till we find out how she makes out.

You're joking.

No, I guess you ain't.

- Look, I done told you, them boys... - Thompson!

I hope you'll excuse my wife, Marshal.

It's kind of hard to explain what she's been through,

what all of us have been through.

See, uh, she don't like this land,

Indians less.

See, I done uprooted Polly when I brought her out here,

and pigs is all I know.

But that sure don't make it no pillow for a woman.

By the way, I'm... I'm Nathan Cade.

Mr. Cade.

Here, drink.

First time I've ever seen a grateful Indian.

Well now, don't she rattle on.

What'd she say?

She says, uh, One Moon.

Don't they name them, though?

Will pray to the great spirit for his passage.

We already got the great spirit, Red Wing,

he ain't passed up nothing yet.

Now, Marshal, I got something important to say and you got to hear it.

- Shut up, Thompson. - But Marshal, time's running out.

Miss Cade, Mrs. Cade, you just gather around here.

I got a saying to say and I'm gonna say it right here and now

and you can just all get big-eared to it.

Now, here it is. See, when we robbed the Raton stage,

it was me carried the Fargo box. I said we split up, you see?

Only I opened the box and spent it one night in Spivey.

And now they're after you?

- You know that? - I figured it.

For a man that wanted to get caught up with, you were in an awful big hurry.

Well, I, uh, couldn't help but spend it in one night.

Weren't but $12.

That don't make no difference to them old boys.

See, they... they think that box held hundreds, maybe thousands.

And they'll come on just sure as sunlight.

So that's about the size and smell of it, folks.

So here we are, Marshal,

our necks feeling longer and all on account of $12 and one stinking Injun.

What do you say we saddle and ride, huh, Great Spirit?

Now, hold on here just a minute.

You mean to say that there's outlaws coming here?

There sure enough are.

Where the Comanches quit thinking of things, they start in.

- Well, Marshal? - All right, folks. It's up to you.

Nothing's changed. That woman in there's gonna give birth any time now

and I'm not about to ride out of here

unless I know she's gonna be well taken care of.

- I don't care about her. - You wouldn't help her?

I won't touch her.

Can't say I blame her.

Pure soul of sweet charity.

- And god-fearing and not a heathen. - Amen.

I, uh, didn't exactly say I favored them myself, Marshal.

Seeing as how what we've been through and all.

Understand?

Thompson, put the horses away.

Whoa.

Get some of this Indian smell off your horse.

Nice, boy. Easy. That's good.

Come on over here.

I swear, if I live to be 300 years, I'll...

Thompson, I want to tell you something.

Your life's at stake as much as mine is in this thing,

- so you'd better cooperate. - Never volunteer.

Whole family doing.

Thompsons is the only family out of Tennessee

never volunteered for nothing but eating, and drinking.

Well, you're gonna be volunteering for this, so get used to the idea.

You know something?

You're just putting us right in the ground. You know that, don't you?

- Well... - You got a plan?

No.

You know, I ain't never been to Dodge City, that must be quite a place.

That round redskin in there, I suppose you're going to deliver that young'un?

- I'm going to try. - By golly!

I never done seen a man like you. Do you know about delivering babies?

Well, I've seen Doc Adams deliver a few. He's the best there is in these parts.

Yeah, but you still don't know nothing about it, do you? Do you?

Let's go inside.

That Dodge City, doctoring marshal, got the streets paved with gold.

If I live to be 300 years old...

Slick, this is the place.

Them tracks head straight toward that ranch house.

That's fine. Just fine.

We'll wait'll that moon gets high and full,

and then we're gonna go calling.

Hood.

Pretty.

Pretty.

Go get some hot water, quickly. As much hot water as you can.

A big kettle. And some clean towels. Now, go on.

Thompson, wake up. Get in here where I can keep an eye on you.

- I think she's starting. - Well, you go ahead, Marshal.

- I hate kids. - Get up, Thompson.

All right, all right, old Great Spirit.

- Over here. - Get up. Sit down.

Now, we know that Waco and his newfound friend are in that farmhouse.

Now's the time. We're going down there one by one.

Fuller, I want you to ease down to that barn Injun-like, and stay put.

And if nothing happens, Hood'll follow, then Gamble and me.

Operating from that barn we...

We're gonna have both of them right under our thumb.

Go.

There's coffee.

It'll be over soon, Polly.

It'll be over soon.

I've been out getting wood. There's no one out there. No sign of anyone.

I figured they just quit.

You worried about them or an Indian being born in your house?

I'm worried about both.

Marshal...

What I want to say is, ten years ago the Comanches came here.

My wife and I were in town.

Ann, she was down in the root cellar, but she could see.

They killed her two brothers, slow, with torches.

And she hasn't spoken one word since that day.

Well, I'm sorry about that, Mr. Cade.

But I'm afraid it doesn't make any difference.

Now, this girl is gonna have a baby any minute.

And your wife or those outlaws or nobody else can stop that.

There's no two ways to the middle.

Hood. Hood!

You're gonna get me killed one of these days!

I don't expect you to understand.

Birthing boys, it's a mother's dream, it's a...

Well, it's a little like holding a sunrise up close to you.

And I had two of them.

Two straw-haired boys.

They were freckled-faced and they were laughing.

Oh, how they would pound the air with laughing.

And...

I don't expect you to understand.

We went to the trading post for gingham,

and I left Annie with the boys.

She was old enough and there hadn't been an Indian sign

around here in three years. Three years.

If I had been...

Well, there wasn't much that I could... have done,

but I wouldn't be half dead now.

I don't expect you to understand.

But then I... I don't expect you to know

much about mid-wifing,

so I'm gonna help her.

- Mrs. Cade, I... - Never mind.

I'm gonna help her.

Turn out those lights!

Mr. Cade, get the women down in the cellar!

Waco, you better come out here before you get burned up!

Waco!

I tell you, the luck I got, a skunk'd smell sweet.

Waco!

- Cover the door. - They're not coming in.

- Well, you coming out? - Nope!

I got her, Marshal.

- Where's that money? - Weren't but $12!

Hey, Slick, spent it on old Lillie.

And a bottle.

$12?!

$12?

$12!

He's lying! You're lying!

You wait, you give me my money!

- Hood! - Hood!

Hood!

Gamble, they got a cellar.

Now, you go in there and surprise them.

- Yeah. - Fuller, you and me

- are going in together. - Yeah.

Yeah, right on through that front door.

That's one down, three to go.

Waco!

Slick, you never could shoot straight.

- Polly! - It's all right, we're all right.

Hey, we done pretty good, didn't we, Marshal?

$12.

Pretty.

Well, the Lord moves in strange and wondrous ways.

They're in there talking.

One of them's talking Injun and...

And Annie's talking.

Sure, Pol. I know.

All I can say is that that Injun girl and her baby can stay here just...

just as long as Nathan says so.

Sure thank you, Marshal.

$12 don't seem like very much, looked at one way,

but a whole lot another.

- Stop in and see us, Marshal. - Sure will. Ma'am.

Let's go, Thompson.

You know, I done helped you back there, Marshal, that shooting and all.

- Yeah. - Without my lead,

- it would have been kind of touchy. - Yeah.

Kind of like a good right arm, wasn't I?

- Yeah. - Why don't you let some of the facts

on that there warrant just filter out so's that we could, you know...

Nope.

I swear, if I live to be 300, I know'd it. I know'd it.