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Did you find
what you were looking for?

Not exactly.

Neither has anyone else.

A lot of people know
the story of Gila Valley.

They all come looking
for the gold.

I'm not lookin' for gold.

What's that?

It's a grave, an old one.

The soldiers dug it
when they got here,

but they were a little late,
so they buried what was left.

- And you...
- Yeah, I dug 'em up.

They didn't mind.
I think they were glad I came.

Could you use some coffee?

If it's hot.

It's hot.

What's your name?

Karyl.

First or last?

Karyl Orton.

Mine's Slater, Jim.

Have you got a cigarette?

Mm-mm. I don't smoke.

Mine are in my saddlebag.
Do you mind?

No, I don't mind.

You wanted some cigarettes,
they're in your saddlebag.

Get 'em.

Get 'em!

Get out there.

You don't lie very good, do you?

- Who is he?
- I don't know.

You set me up for him.
Who is he?

I don't know.

Alright, now who is he?

I told you.
I don't know.

You don't, huh?

I'll tell you something
I'll bet you do know.

What's that?

You're kinda good lookin'.

What are you going to do?

Take him back to Silver City.

Why?

'Cause that's where
he comes from.

It says here.

Get the pack horse, will you?

Sheriff.

What happened?

I killed him.

He's one of my deputies.
That mean anything to you?

Yeah.

You ought to be
a little more choosy.

We don't like to have
our deputies murdered.

Killed, not murdered.

I'll pick my own words.

Take care of Tom.
Come inside.

Sit down.

Take off your gun.
Then tell me how it happened.

We were at, uh, Gila Valley,

your man took a shot at us.

I said take off your gun.

Don't push it.

You move like a man
I used to know.

- Do I?
- Wear your gun the same, too.

Seems like a handy way
to wear it.

What were you doing
at Gila Valley?

Just passing by.

People don't just happen to be

passing by Gila Valley.

What were you doing there?

Having some coffee
and looking for a package

of cigarettes, mine.

They were
in the other saddlebag.

You were lookin'
for the 60,000 in gold

that's supposed to be buried
out there, weren't you?

- No.
- Then why were you there?

I was lookin' for a grave.

My father's.

It wasn't a nice way to go,
pinned down for weeks

while the Apaches waited
for 'em to run out of food,

which they did.

They didn't have to go that way.

- One man was in the clear.
- What do you mean?

One man got away,
left the rest to be massacred.

Not according to the records.

There were five men
at Gila Valley.

- All of them are buried there.
- There was a sixth man.

He could've ridden
to the cavalry post

at Tucson for help.

But the, uh, gold
was more important.

So he let 'em die.

And you're looking
for that sixth man?

That's right.

The, uh, deputy you killed
is Tom Welker.

Does the name mean anything
to you?

Yeah.

Yeah, there was a Welker

buried with my father
at Gila Valley.

Tom's brother,
and he's got two more.

It's a big family.

Yes, only it isn't funny.

They're good with their guns.

When they hear about this,

they're gonna come
lookin' for you.

Seems logical.

If it's your idea to shoot it
out with 'em, you're gonna lose.

Could be.

And even if you beat 'em,

you're gonna lose...

'cause I'm gonna hang
the man that wins.

We don't like gunfights
in Silver City.

I don't want you here
when they arrive.

Our mail's aboard.
Anything else for Tucson?

Yes, two passengers.

He's still wearing his gun.

You want to take it away
from him?

It's a hard ride into Tucson,

but you'll both like it
better there.

Well, I like it here
in Silver City.

- Your luggage in your hotel?
- Yes.

Get on the stage.
We'll send it to you later.

Uh, uh, w... wait a minute,
uh, wait a minute.

I'll, uh, give you $50

for your horse
if you're leavin' without him.

- My horse?
- Welker killed yours.

You own his.

You keep him.
A gift.

- Get her aboard, Harry.
- Yes, sir.

Thanks.

I don't want anybody telling
the Welkers about this.

You're a little late.
Joe Harris just rode out.

Yah!

I still don't want any gunfights
in Silver City.

Why don't you go away?

I can't.

What do you got in mind?

Well, I came here
for information.

And if you got it?

I'd leave.

Ride into Tucson and have a talk
with George Lake.

He's the sergeant
who was in charge of the detail

that found the bodies
and buried 'em.

Could be he'll have something
to tell you.

Alright.

If you hadn't been so stubborn,

you'd be riding into Tucson

easy on that stage.

Yeah, but I wouldn't have known

about Sergeant Lake.

Oh, uh, my name's J...

I don't want to know your name.

I just want you to go away.

That's why I told you
about Sergeant Lake.

While I was ridin',
I'd look back

once in a while.

Jeff and Tony Welker
aren't nice people.

Thanks.

The orderly room in here,
corporal?

- Yes, sir.
- Thanks.

Hello, colonel.
My name is Slater.

I'd like permission to speak
with Sergeant George Lake

about a personal matter.

Strange, that's the second
request this morning

I've had about Lake.

The first wasn't phrased
quite so formally.

Well, I'm sure it wasn't
turned down for that reason.

No, I told Ms. Orton
she could find Sergeant Lake

at Benton's trading post.

He's in charge
of a detail I sent

at the request
of the Indian agent.

Ah.
Trouble with the Apaches?

Yes.

You, uh, tell her about this?

I advised her to say well clear
of Benton's trading post.

I advise you to do the same.

Sixty thousand in gold
won't do you any good

if your scalp is hanging
from an Apache's belt.

I'm not after the gold, colonel.

You are.

Mr. Slater,
you're a civilian,

and I can't prevent you
from going.

If Sergeant Lake wishes
to see you, he may.

Thank you, sir.

Hah! Yah!

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa.

If this is a holdup,
you're dead.

If I did it this way,
I deserve to be.

What'd you stop us for?

The Apaches are talkin'.

Thought you might wanna listen.

The man's right.
That's an Apache signal.

That man's half right.

Can't no one listen
to smoke, though.

Can't they?

That could be the tradin' post.

- It is.
- How do you know?

'Cause I rode up,
and I had a look.

Then I rode right back again.

We ain't even lookin'.

I would if I were you.

They've got us in the middle.

And this ain't
no place to fight.

Well, there's a cavalry
detachment at the tradin' post.

Why not make a run for for it?

Why didn't you make
a run for it?

I was kind of lonesome.

Giddy-up!

Yah! Yah!

Don't waste 'em on me!
Save 'em for the Apaches!

Well, then, get out of the way!

Hey! Grab this!

They're here! Grab the leaders
as they come in!

- Hey!
- Whoa! Whoa!

Get inside!
Bring them around to the back!

Tie up the riggin'
and get inside.

Keep these horses under cover.

Don't we have enough trouble

without you bringin' us more?

Oh, I wouldn't call her trouble.

But then again, maybe I should.

Trouble or not,
she's your guest.

My guest?
What do you want with me?

- It can wait, sergeant.
- It sure can.

- They're comin'.
- Give me a gun!

Well, you lost us our horses,
but I got to admit,

you do real good
with that rifle.

Well, you're not exactly bad.

It's my trade,

and there's days when I wished
I didn't work at it.

This is one of them.

I don't blame you.

You're Sergeant Lake,
aren't you?

That's me.

Well, uh,
there's another bad day

I'd like to find out about.

It happened at Gila Valley.

What do you know
about Gila Valley?

My father's buried there.

What's your name?

Jim Slater.

Wait a minute, sergeant,
I came down...

I wasn't there
during the shootin'.

I was just sent in to bury
what was left.

I hope somebody will be around
to bury us in the morning.

Why do you say that?

We've got guns, food,
cartridges.

We can hold 'em off for a week.

By then, even that stupid crowd
at the fort

would know something's wrong.

Mr. Benton,
it's a shame those guns

you sell the Apaches don't shoot
a little straighter.

Can I have
a little coffee, miss?

They'll send riders
back in the hills tonight.

Tomorrow morning, we can expect
a few hundred of 'em out there.

An hour later,

they'll be comin'
through the door.

You got any ideas?

I say let's get out of here.
We've got the stage.

- Let's use it.
- All of us on one stage?

They'd run us down in no time.

Some of us could get through.

Yeah, some,
and you'd be one of 'em.

On the other hand,
we could try to make a deal.

They ain't really mad at
but one of us,

and if we give them
that one man, they might...

- You wouldn't do that.
- Then keep your mouth shut.

I'll think of somethin'
when it gets dark.

Where can I find
some more coffee, sergeant?

Oh, help yourself.
There's plenty of it.

I'll get some.

That ain't
government issue, sergeant.

Anything that's drunk or ate
has to be paid for.

Mister, you got a deal.
You collect from the Apaches.

I'll get you
some fresh water, miss.

Sergeant, I've read
your report on Gila Valley.

That's why I'm here.
I'd like to find out more.

There isn't any more.

Five men out there,
and I buried 'em.

Three of them I could identify
from letters and papers.

There was Turnbloom, Gibson,
and Welker.

I knew Welker.
He was no good.

Are you sure you can't identify
the other two?

No, there was no way of tellin'.

What about the sixth man?

Why don't you
leave it alone, son?

I'd like to, but first,
I've got a few questions to ask.

They had a few at Gila Valley.

The Apaches answered 'em.

They might do the same here.

Need some help?

To make the coffee or look
for the gold in Gila Valley?

Look, I've told you once,
I'm not interested in that gold.

I am.

Part of it belongs to me.

How do you figure?

One of the men who died there
was my husband.

I thought so.

You got any ideas?

Yeah.

But I'll, uh,
listen to yours first.

It's my guess they got
most of the horses

bunched out there in the rocks.

Two men could step out,
find the horses,

stampede 'em,
put the Apaches afoot.

Uh-huh, then they could
load up the stage

and make a break for it, huh?

Yeah.
Sound good to you?

Well, I can't think
of anything better.

Well, I'll need to find
a good man

to go out there with me.

Vogel's too clumsy,
Marcus is new to this country...

Why don't you settle for me?

You lookin' for a medal?

Nope, I got one.

Bet you'd have traded it
for a meal after the surrender.

How'd you guess?

Oh, I fought against you rebels.

All guts and no sense.

Hey, sarge.
Can we light a lantern?

Why not?
They know you're here.

We're taking a little walk

to see if we can stampede
the Indians' horses

and give you folks
a chance to break out.

Milliken, have the stage loaded
and ready to go

as soon as we get back.

Well, what if you don't
get back?

Now, that's a pleasant thought.

You're going with Lake?

Mm-hm.

Too bad you can't tell
the Apaches.

They might have better luck
than your friend Welker.

You know, uh,

ever since I first saw you,

there's been, uh,

something I've wanted to do.

What's that?

Say goodbye.

Well, goodbye.

Well?

Of course, I got no idea

how to get to the horses.

Have you?

Only one.

Just keep movin'.

Let's go.

Well, there they are.

There must be a guard.
I wonder where he is.

That's a good trick.

I learned it from a rebel.

Keep him happy.

That was another good trick.

Yeah, I learned it from a Yank.

On top for you, Benton.
Get up there.

Yah! Hyah!

Time to go, son.

Come on, let's get out of here!

Come on, come...

Keep goin'.

I'll hole up here for a while.

You can make Tucson easy.

Go on, get outta here.

I only got a few minutes,
and you know it.

Are you fixing to die noble?

Not exactly.

Then get out while you got time.

I got time. Here.

I figured you
for a good soldier.

I should've known better.

Good soldiers never volunteer.

Or maybe I wanted
to keep you alive.

You done a rotten job.

Look, uh, sergeant, I... I...

I don't like
to push this, but yo...

Yeah, I know.

What do you want to know?

Well, you buried five men
at Gila Valley, right?

- What was left of them.
- And you could identify three.

- Turnbloom, Gibson, and Welker?
- Yeah.

Alright, now what about
the other two you buried?

Well, there wasn't much
left to go by...

One of 'em had a hand missin',
a left hand,

even before the Apaches
got to him.

I don't know who he was.

And the other one,
there was no way of tellin'.

What about the man who ran out?

- Leave it alone, son.
- Who was he?

- I don't know, I don't kno...
- Sergeant, I've got to know.

- Who was he?
- Don't go into it, son.

Tell me, who was he?
Where can I find him?

We found a horse

wearin' a Texas brand.

Diamond C, Carson's outfit.

Just beyond Sierra Bianca.

Leave it alone, son.

Well, that's your fault,
not mine!

I told you the Apaches
had guns, and they wanted more!

But this time they decided
not to pay for them.

Alright, make out
your claim and sign it.

I'll put it through
regular channels.

- Sergeant, give him the forms.
- Yes, sir.

Colonel, two men to see you.
Jeff and Tony Welker.

Yes?

We're lookin' for a man
named Jim Slater.

We heard in Silver City we might
find him here in Tucson.

I'm afraid you're a little late.

What for are we late?

He's dead.

- Who killed him?
- The Apaches.

Benton was there.
He can give you the details.

Did you see Slater die?

Don't bother me.

Did you see Slater die?

Uh, yes, I saw him die.

Did he die slow?

Yes.

- My key, please.
- Oh, yes, ma'am.

May I say that you're looking
mighty elegant, ma'am?

You may, and thank you.

Hello, Ms. Orton, uh...

Any news come through
on Slater and Lake?

No, nothing.

I've asked Colonel Welnick
to let me know

if he hears anything.

Might as well forget 'em.
They're dead.

- Ms. Orton?
- Yes?

I'm gonna buy you a drink.

Thank you, I don't drink.

Well, I'm still gonna
buy you a drink.

Say, you don't know this lady!
You got no right...

Uh, shut up.

What for are you lookin' at me?

Put him back in his chair.

Drink up.

Over there.

Drink for me,
two drinks for them.

How long do you know Jim Slater?

We met yesterday
at the trading post.

I was on the stagecoach.

- Going where?
- El Paso.

- From where?
- Here, Tucson.

- She's a pretty woman.
- Yeah, Tom liked pretty women.

- Were you in Silver City?
- Well, were you?

She was in Silver City.
She's the one Tom wrote about.

Ain't you the one
Tom wrote about?

No.

Maybe he told her more

than he told us.

Maybe he told her
where's the gold.

Bottle.

You scared?

No.

Tom learned things
in Gila Valley.

Claimed he was this close
to something real good.

Of course,
he could've meant you.

Or he could've meant the gold.

Well, let's find out.

You're gonna talk,
and I'm gonna listen.

- Clerk.
- Something you want, ma'am?

- Yes, ca...
- Yeah, a jug of water.

Well, well, well.

You do get around.

Does it bother you?

No, no.
No, not at all.

Have a nice time, Ms. Orton.

Thank you, Mr. Slater.

Slater?

Who was it?

Jeff Welker.

And you set me up for him.

Hiyah.

I guess I didn't
hit you hard enough.

- Yes, you did.
- What do you want?

To see you.

I didn't think you could tear
yourself away from your friends.

It was easy.

You know, if I was smart,
I'd run you out of here.

Why don't you?

I'm not smart.

And you're good-lookin'.

Oh, don't tell me that makes
any difference to you.

At times it does.

With a shoulder like this,

tonight's not one
of those times.

Why not?

Help yourself.

It's a beautiful thought.

At least you could do
a better job than the Welkers.

Yours wasn't such a good job.
Tony Welker is still alive.

As soon as he's able,
he'll come looking for you.

And you'll be here
to set me up for him, hm?

Does that amuse you?

I don't mind playing games

as long as it's winner take all.

Bite on this.

Thank you.

You'll need it.

- Have a nice time.
- Thank you.

Next time you get any ideas
about me and men...

or you...

I won't set you up for anyone,

I'll kill you myself.

You know, you're...

You're right about tonight.

Try this.
It might help.

- Arsenic?
- Could be.

What'd you come here for?

To make a deal.

I want that gold,

but you've learned things
that I don't know.

And you'd like to know.

Naturally.

Well, uh...

What do you got to, uh,
offer in return?

What do you want?

What's the matter?

Nothin'.

Are you alright?

Yep.

Are you tired?

Nope.

- Sleepy?
- Nope.

It's a lazy woman
who won't spread

her own blankets.

Thanks.

Hey, what was that thing
you gave me?

Just an old Southern painkiller,
one we use back in Atlanta.

- Atlanta, huh?
- Mm-hm.

I was born there.

Married there, too.

- Tell me about your husband.
- What?

- Was he in the war?
- Yes.

Did he lose a hand,
the left one?

I don't know.

Paul didn't come home
after the surrender.

Why not?

Unless you lived in the South,
I don't think you'd understand.

I lived in Texas.
I still don't understand.

Why didn't he come home?

Well, Paul was proud.

Some friends told him
about me and, uh,

the things I was doing
to keep alive.

Consorting with the enemy.

I'm trying to be nice.
Why don't you?

It's impossible.

So he went to Arizona,
and he found himself some gold.

Being a gentleman,
he wrote to you

and offered you to share
his wealth with him.

- That was a very nice gesture.
- You can try harder than that.

I don't like gentlemen.
Not that kind.

The kind who won't
forgive a woman

when she's made a mistake?

Was it a mistake?

You know, it's a funny thing.

That shoulder isn't nearly
as bad as it was.

Not nearly as bad.

Old Southern pain killer, huh?

Lady, you do pick your spots.

And my men.

Hm.

Why did you ask me
if Paul had lost a hand?

One of the men buried
at Gila Valley

was short a left hand.

Did Lake tell you this?

Mm-hm.
Just before he died.

- What else did he tell you?
- Nothin', nothin' much.

Just what he told you.

That he could...
he could identify three men.

That leaves an unidentified body
and a man with one hand.

And the sixth man.

Did he tell you his name?

Mm-mm.

No, but there was a...

Texas brand...

horse there.

It was one of Carson's.

His place is just beyond
Sierra Bianca.

And that's where we're going.

We?

We.

Just like that?

Just like that.

- Here.
- Thanks.

How's the shoulder?

Oh, pretty good.

What's that for?

It's new, and a gun's no good

unless it fits well
in your hand.

Where did you learn
so much about guns?

Just picked it up.

From your father?

Nope.

I never knew my father.

He went away
when I was a little kid.

Don't you remember him at all?

Mm-mm.

You know, it's a funny thing
about your father.

You begin to wonder about him,

what he was like,
what he was doin'.

I can understand that.
Drink?

Oh, thanks.

You know, this is
a nice country, isn't it?

Mighty, mighty nice.

I sure like it here.

I'm glad I came out.

- You are?
- Mm-hmm.

There's a strip of land
near Gila Valley.

It's got good grass,
and there's water.

A man could put in some cattle,
raise beef.

If he could use
a hammer and saw,

he could build a house.

Trouble is,

I'm not much good
with a hammer and saw.

You could learn.

Yeah.

I will someday.

- But you won't.
- Why not?

You've learned to hunt.
That's much more exciting.

- You think so?
- Yes.

When you're hunting a man.

Why don't you stop looking
for trouble?

Go on, build your house.

While you're at it,
you might find some happiness.

I didn't look for this, Karyl,

but my father was killed
at Gila Valley,

and I'm gonna find
the man who murdered him.

We must be getting close
to Carson's ground.

We're on it now.

How can you tell?

I asked the steer.

Stay where you are!

Oh, no, not again.

You know, a man can get
awful tired of bein' shot at.

Now, who are they?

This one's on you.

Whoa.

This is as far
as you go, mister.

You're on Major Carson's ground.

- I know that.
- Who told you?

- He asked a steer.
- Oh.

You're a funny girl.
I like funny girls.

I don't like you.

Why don't you teach
this brat some manners?

Keep your hand
off that gun, Johnny.

Well, I don't like nobody
to stop my draw.

I don't like nobody
to tell me what to do.

As long as you work
for the Diamond C,

you'll do what I tell you to do.

You can go now.
You too, ma'am, that way.

If you don't mind,
I'd like to see Major Carson.

- You would, huh?
- Yeah.

Well, alright,
you can see the major.

Ride on ahead.

And have, uh, jumpy here

put a bullet in my back?

Ride up beside him, Johnny.
You ride with me, ma'am.

He said beside me.

Alright, miss.

I notice you use a tie-down.

Does that mean you're fast?

Everybody west of the Pecos,
they think they're fast.

What I said back there
still goes.

I don't like ya'.

That makes me very unhappy.

I like your woman.
Does that make you unhappy?

- How far is the ranch?
- Why?

You keep that up,
one of us might not get there.

Reach for your gun,
you might be right.

Maybe you better take off
your gun belt, mister.

Just hang it on the saddle.

Thanks, I'll wear it.

You heard what the man said.

You take off your belt
or I'll knock...

That'll be enough, Johnny.

This is neither the time
nor the place for fighting.

You'll have more than enough
on your hands in the morning.

How's that?
In the morning?

I can wait.

I'm Major Carson.

Oh, how are you, sir?
I'm Jim Slater.

And, uh, this is Ms. Orton.

- Ms. Orton.
- How do you do.

- May I?
- Thank you.

Tom, will you take Ms. Orton
into the house?

- Certainly.
- Pedro.

You take care of the horses.

I hope you're looking
for work, Mr. Slater.

I can use a good man.

Well, I don't know.

Looks like you got one or two
on hand right now.

- I'll take all I can find.
- Any particular reason?

A very good reason.

A thing called survival.

- Nice place.
- Thank you.

Is this a picture
of your son, major?

My nephew.

That was taken
when he was released

from the hospital in Richmond.

Oh, uh, drink?

- Yes, please.
- Yes. Please.

I had hoped he would
join me in Texas,

but he was young
and there was gold in Arizona.

I needed him very badly.

Thanks.

I, uh, I could still use
a good man, Mr. Slater.

Would high wages
be an inducement?

No, I'm afraid not.

That's too bad.

You might face up very well
against Jim Bonniwell.

Why do you say that?

Well, you're a gunfighter,
aren't you, sir?

Oh, that's not
an uncomplimentary term

in this country.

I'm not interested
in Mr. Bonniwell, major.

Well, you will be
if you stay in Texas.

You see, for years, these hills
have been a haven for outlaws.

We haven't liked it,
but we haven't been

particularly concerned.

Oh, you lose a steer now
and then,

but all in all, they've left
the big ranchers alone.

Then Jim Bonniwell arrived.

And became their leader?

Their employer.

Mr. Bonniwell
is a very respectable rancher.

He arrived in Texas
with about $60,000,

all of which he invested
in land and equipment,

but Mr. Bonniwell neglected
to buy any cattle.

Today, there are 5,000 head
that carry his brand.

When did he first come here?

Not long after the surrender.

As a matter of fact,
it was Bonniwell

who brought me the news
of my nephew.

He happened to be in Silver City

at the time the Apaches
went on the warpath.

He met Norman, and, uh,
the boy told him

about a strike they'd made
in some place called, uh...

- Gila Valley?
- Yes, yes, that's it.

Otherwise,
I might not have known.

Major Carson.
The sheriff just came in.

Has he agreed to ride with us?

Maybe you better talk
to him alone.

If you'll excuse me.

- Of course.
- Oh, sure.

Turnbloom, Welker, Gibson,

and now Carson.

Five men in one grave
and we've identified four.

Well, now we know.

- What?
- The sixth man.

Bonniwell.

That's the name he wears now.

The name he used to wear?

You should know.

Jim, let's go away.
Let's forget Bonniwell.

Please, take me with you.
I'll be good to you, I...

This is kind of
a quick change, isn't it?

- What about your gold?
- I don't want it.

All this to keep me
from killin' a man

who ran out on you.

A woman loved me that much,
I'd never leave her.

When I find your husband,
among other things

I'll tell him he's a fool.

My husband?

The man who calls himself

Jim Bonniwell.

Jim.

Have you ever stopped to think
Bonniwell might be your father?

Don't...

Do... don't... don't say that.

Why not?

You've been thinking it
ever since you read this.

It's a nice letter...

from another man
who ran out on his wife,

from another man
who struck it rich.

You still say you're
not interested in the gold.

I'm not!

Then all of this is

just to find a murderer

and get him under your gun?

Lo... look, Karyl,

I... I... I've got to go.

Jim, this could be your father.

If it is, will you kill him?

- Jim, please, stay out of it!
- Karyl, it won't work.

There are things a man
has to know and has to do,

and it's best
if he does 'em alone.

All the boys would feel better
if they were acting

as deputies under you and Dobbs.

Oh, Mr. Slater.

Who is he?

The gentleman who decided
not to sell me his gun.

Am I right, Ms. Orton?

I'm afraid you are.

Well, one man more or less
won't make much difference,

unless it happens
to be you, sheriff.

We'd still like
to have you with us.

Officially I can't take part
in a range war.

If Bonniwell's a thief,
and I'm sure he is,

the rangers will have
to take care of him.

We're not gonna wait that long.

Suppose you sleep on it,
sheriff.

In the morning,
we'll ride through town

on the way to Bonniwell's ranch.

That's the present plan,
isn't it?

That's what I told all the men.

We'll stop by your office.

If you've changed your mind,
well...

In the meanwhile,
how about buying you and Dobbs

a drink for the road?

Thanks, I'll take my drink

at the other end of the road.

I'll need it when I get there.

Come on, Dobbs.

Carson's gonna make his move
in the morning, Jim.

They'll ride into town,
pick up the sheriff,

and hit you
with everything they got.

What's my name?

He's gonna make his move,
Mr. Bonniwell.

Pickin' up
the sheriff here, huh?

That's right. I rode
all the way in just to tell you.

Very well, you've told me.

Carson and the sheriff
won't be comin' alone.

They'll have 50, 60,
maybe a 100 men riding with 'em.

More than that, Pothook,
if he brings in

the Triangle Bar, the Two Sixes,

the Y-4 riders and the sheriff,

he'll have 107 men

when he rides through
Sierra Bianca.

But we ain't got that many.
What are you gonna do?

Bet $10.

That sends me home.

You haven't got a home, Sleepy.
None of you got homes.

So don't get any ideas
about leavin' in a hurry.

I'll stay.

That's a profound statement.

All blue, the king on top.

And we haven't time
for another hand, gentlemen.

Fresno, you and Pothook
hit the line camps.

Bring in every man you find.

Sleepy, you and Johnny
ride to the river.

Ortega and his men are putting
a herd across there.

Tell them to leave it
and ride in.

Right.

Whiskey.

You can buy me a drink, mister.

Well, jumpy.

Give the, uh, boy
a glass of milk.

I did that on purpose.

There'll be
none of that tonight!

Get out of my way.

You see what he did.
He hit me!

I did too, and my gun's out.

Now, do as you're told.

Ride out with Sleepy
and bring in the men.

A word of advice.

He's faster
than a baby rattlesnake.

And twice as dangerous.

Thanks.

Say, uh,

where would I find a man
named, uh, Jim Bonniwell?

Um...

Friend of yours?

Could be.

How long since you seen him?

Why? Is that important?

No, not to me.

- You figuring to work for him?
- Put out a bottle, Rebel.

We both need a drink,
and we need it right now.

Wait a minute. I'm still tryin'
to find Jim Bonniwell.

Ride north along the stage road
and turn west at the hills.

Thanks.

Didn't I see you ridin' out

from Major Carson's place?

Yeah, he's the man.

Carson wanted to buy his gun,

but he turned him down.

So now, you'd like to sell it
to Jim Bonniwell

along with some information.

Well, you're not gonna do it.

And who's gonna stop me?

- Lock him up.
- What about my drink?

I'll bring it along.

I'll even give you a drink
if you behave yourself.

Howdy, major.

Understand you had a little
job of work that needs doin'.

We're glad to have you, Dick.

We're still waiting
for the Crocker,

and the boys from the Two Sixes.

They'll be along
in about an hour.

Glad to hear it.

Bonniwell won't be.
When you gonna hit him?

Soon as it's
light enough for good shooting.

Where do I find Jim Bonniwell?

- So early in the morning?
- Where do I find him?

Lady, this ain't a post office.
It's a saloon.

Well, in that case,
let her have some whiskey.

We don't serve ladies.

You'll serve this lady.

Whiskey.

You and me,
we're gonna have those drinks

you didn't have with my brother.

Remember him?

Name was Jeff,
and you got him killed.

Jim Slater did that job.

Where is he?

- I don't know.
- Oh, now, you're a smart girl.

You know everything.

You know where he is.

I've told you the truth.
I don't know where he is.

Maybe you just forgot.

Have a drink.
Have a lot of drinks.

Maybe you'll remember
when you have a lot of drinks.

Where's Slater?

Mr. Bonniwell
ain't gonna like this.

You were supposed
to get the men.

I got the men.
Now, I want Jim Slater.

What for do you want him?

Oh...

I remember you.

You're the funny girl.

Am I?

I like funny girls.

- I like you.
- Careful, Johnny.

She was asking to see
Mr. Bonniwell.

Fine.
We'll go and see him.

What for do you want Slater?

I'm gonna kill him.

You ain't gonna kill nobody.

Who says that?

I do. Tony Welker.

Draw.

Olson heard that shot.
Now, get out of here quick!

Who cares about Olson?

Come on, we'll go see Bonniwell.

Johnny!
Hold up there, Johnny!

- Something you want, sheriff?
- What was that shootin'?

Oh, nothin' much.
I just killed a man.

Could do the same to you
if I wanted to.

I was only fooling
with the sheriff.

When I see your man,
I won't be foolin'.

I'll kill him.

You're real lucky.

We ain't gonna have
to go to Jim.

He's comin' to us.
Hey, sheriff!

You got company!
That's Jim Bonniwell comin'!

Which one is Bonniwell?

Now, don't you go
gettin' interested in Jim.

I'm gonna be your man.

What's Bonniwell doin' here?

I thought Carson was gonna
gun him down at the ranch.

Carson thought so, too.

Johnny Cool
must've carried the word.

- Am I right?
- How would I know?

Why not?
You're one of Bonniwell's men.

- If there's gonna be kill...
- Leave it alone, Dobbs.

Put the shotgun
back in the rack.

I'll handle this.

Ortega.

Johnny, get with Ortega.

Right, Mr. Bonniwell.

Why have you brought your men
into town, Mr. Bonniwell?

I understand you've been talkin'

with some of my neighbors,
sheriff.

I talked to Major Carson
and the men at Diamond C.

Did you now?

And did you decide to ride
with him in the mornin'

when he raids my ranch?

No, I told him officially

I can't take any part in it.

- But you talked to him.
- That's right.

You didn't talk to me.

No.
Then you'd ride against him.

Oh, I see.

I'm paid to keep the peace.

If there's gonna be a range war,
I gotta stop it.

Well, I am riding against him.

- You're gonna stop me, huh?
- I'm gonna try, Mr. Bonniwell.

Don't be foolish, sheriff.

I gotta try.

Take care of him.

Alright, hide your horses
and spot your men.

Relax, Dobbs.

I'm gonna save you for a while.

Lock him up.

What's he doin' here?

Olson figured
he was one of your men.

What's your name?

Jim Slater.

Let him out.

Step out here.

- Jim Slater, huh?
- Yeah.

- Where are you from?
- Texas.

Texas is a big state.
Where about in Texas?

Nacogdoches.

- Born there?
- Yeah.

What are you doing
in Sierra Bianca?

Lookin' for you.

I knew I kept you alive
for some reason.

Usually when Johnny Cool
goes for his gun,

I don't interfere.

But last night, something said,

"Don't let that man die,"

and I was talkin'
about my own son.

What's on your mind?

I've spent six months
lookin' for a killer.

What do you do when he turns out
to be your father?

Killer? Aren't you a little
careless with your words, son?

Yes, I kill when I have to,
but I never killed a man

who wasn't trying to kill me.

And that goes for the sheriff,
in spite of his badge.

You doubt me, huh?
Come here.

In a little while,
you're going to see 97 men

ridin' through this town
lookin' to kill me.

Olson was waiting to ride
with them.

It's the old, old story
of dog eat dog.

I've got what they want,
they wanna take it away from me.

I'm not gonna let 'em.
Does that make me a killer?

I give you my word, son,
I never killed a man

who wasn't trying to kill me.

What about the men
at Gila Valley?

What's your name?

Karyl Orton.

I knew a Paul Orton.

- My husband.
- Oh...

Well, he wasn't much of a man.

He was man enough to dig
$60,000 worth of gold

out of the hills.

You don't take this kind
of gold out of the hills.

- You take it out of a bank.
- What are you talking about?

Well, after the surrender,
things were a little rough

on the boys who wore gray,

but your husband got
just a little too greedy.

So you talked things over
with the Apaches.

Who the devil talks
with an Apache?

No, your husband and his friends

took my guns away,
ran me out of camp.

I passed a war party
headin' for the stockade.

Lots of rocks in Gila Valley,
so I hid out.

And watched your partners die.

I could think of no reason
to die with them.

And there were 60,000 reasons
why you shouldn't.

Hello, Slater.

Get back to your place, Johnny.

Move over, funny girl.

I'm gonna kill you, Slater.

That shouldn't be hard.
He hasn't got a gun.

Give him yours.

Be careful,
Mr. Bonniwell.

This time, my gun's out.

Put it in the holster.

Call it, Mr. Bonniwell.

Go!

Not an easy thing to do,
is it, son?

I didn't think there was
a man in the world

who could beat Johnny Cool

except me.

- You're a Slater, Jim.
- Oh, shut up.

- Every inch you're a Slater.
- Shut up!

Why don't you leave him alone
and let him get out of here?

Get out?
Why would he want to do that?

Because he has a chance
to lead a decent life.

He's a good man. Doesn't that
mean anything to you?

You could be wrong about him.

True, I haven't seen him
since he was born,

but it's my blood
that flows in his veins,

and it's a little thicker
than water.

Suppose he wants to go away
with me.

I wouldn't stop him
for the world.

We're all spotted,
Mr. Bonniwell.

Hey, fella, you up in the hotel?

Yes, sir.

Jenkins, where are you?

Up here, Mr. Bonniwell.

Jim, we're leaving.
We're going away.

No, Karyl.

I had a...

I had a gun in my hand
and I couldn't kill him.

Of course, you couldn't.
He's your father.

Yeah, that's right.

I'm a...

I'm a Slater.

And that explains
a lot of things.

Jim, you're not going
to stay here.

Jim, you mustn't.

Don't let him turn you
into a killer.

Maybe he did give you
your hands.

Maybe he, he gave you
a lot of things.

But he didn't give you
what's inside you.

I don't know what he gave me.

Jim, we've got
to get out of here.

He says it's alright.
He says he'll let you go.

He says?
What about Carson and his men?

- I don't care about Carson.
- You don't care, huh?

He'll be ridin' in here
with more than a 100 men,

and they'll be shot down
without a chance.

Jim, you've got
to get out of here.

No, I can't now, Karyl.

I've gotten into this
and... some way,

I've, I've got to finish it.

What are you going to do?

I don't know.

I, I don't know
what I'm going to do,

but... I... I can't let
a 100 men die.

I... I can't just ride away
and let it happen.

I knew you wouldn't, son.

I tried to tell her
you wouldn't ride away

and let me face
my enemies alone.

Well, practically alone.

I've waited a long while
for this day.

For 20 odd years,
I waited for one man

to stand at my shoulder,
one man I could trust.

And now I've got him.

My own flesh and blood.

Mr. Bonniwell,
they're coming in.

Alright, stay in your places.

Every man likes
to have his own gun

when things get a little warm.

I found yours
in the sheriff's office.

How do you know it's mine?

Because it fits well in my hand,

just as it does in yours.

We got plenty
of time, son. Rebel!

Let's you and me have a drink.
Celebrate the occasion.

Bring us a fresh bottle.

Sit down, Karyl.

Alright, now go out
and tell the men

I want absolute quiet.

Yes, sir.

You know,
I've never seen it fail.

You take a trigger-happy bunch
sittin' it out like this,

somebody's bound to start
foolin' with his gun.

Ordinarily, I don't care.

This is supposed to be
a sleepy little border town.

All Carson needs is one gunshot.

He'll stop his men
and send in McCloud

to find out what it's all about.

And that would spoil everything.

It certainly would.

They're getting
awfully close, Mr. Bonniwell!

Step out in the street and see

how close they are,
will you, boy?

I'm glad you're not trying
to turn him against me.

And if I did?

You'd be sendin' him
to his death.

Sometimes living's
not that important.

I ought to take you with me.
You're no good.

But Carson'll do what I can't.

Jim, don't!

Don't shoot!

That's exactly
what he wants us to do.

Anybody pulls a trigger now,
we're all dead.

Jim!

Use your gun!

This could be an ambush.

We'll surround the town!

Mr. Bonniwell,
they're formin' a circle!

What do we do?

I'm gonna bust that circle.

Let's hit it
and head for the border!

That's it, ride out on me,
you yellow bellies!

- They're breaking out.
- Hah!

This could go on
a long while, son.

Let's you and me make a deal.

What kind of a deal?

Let's both put our guns
back in the leather.

Then when I give the word,
we'll both step out.

We'll see whether
you're as fast as your old man.

Made up your mind, son?

Yeah.
Yeah, I made up my mind.

My gun's in the leather.
Where's yours?

Mine's in the leather, too.

Whenever you're ready.

Step out!