Ambush at Tomahawk Gap
- PASSED
- Year:
- 1953
- 73 min
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This is it.
It's ten minutes to nine.
- Yes, sir, right on the dot.
You know I've been waiting for...
- Shut up!
Ten minutes to ten
you'll all be out of Twin Forks,
drunk or sober.
Don't come back.
I make myself clear?
Five years in jail
and we're getting shoved around.
You gonna let him get away with it?
Ain't you had enough, Kid?
Leave me alone!
How are we gonna get rid of him?
Maybe I could, McCord.
- You're not thinking of losing me, are ya?
That brother of yours
is gonna rot in jail like I did.
I'm bringing him back
if I have to drag him by his heels.
He'll kill ya.
- He'll have to.
Cut it out!
Well, what about some service?!
We're getting out of here. Kid,
buy us up some horses and guns.
With what? They let you out of jail
with ten lousy dollars.
What can you get for that?
- Throw your watch in. It's worth something.
What do you want?
- Whisky.
- Everybody?
Yeah, everybody.
Don't go with this, Kid, please.
Get yourself a job on the range.
You're really crazy in the head,
ain't ya, Doc? Me quit now?
Why don't you
leave me and Egan alone?
I've been waiting to do that
for five years.
I ain't giving you that hour.
Get your horse,
anything else you want...
You're getting out of town now.
I should've killed him.
Nice friends you got.
Well, counting the spilled whisky,
you owe me $7 damage.
I got a Mexican saddle
I paid $90 for in El Paso.
I need a horse and a rifle.
Hell, don't get much call
for such a fancy rig as this.
It'd just sit here.
How about one of you?
What's that, mister?
- Wanna buy a saddle?
I paid $90 for it.
Well, I don't know.
All I've got's a mule
and a Sharps carbine
with a busted primer, and $3.
I'll give you them for it.
I'm a poor man, mister.
I'm just prospecting now.
You tell him, Burt.
I lost everything
about a year and a half ago.
stole everything
and run off with all my cattle.
- Alright, Marlowe.
I got a right to yell,
ain't I, after Fort Sumter?
Lincoln ordered the soldiers out of
this territory and Apaches ran wild.
He ain't interested in your troubles.
- Let him tell me!
with Apaches.
A man ain't safe 20 miles out of town.
- I heard your offer.
Yeah?
I have a horse and a gun
I would trade,
and a saddle good enough
to ride anywhere.
I never had a saddle like this.
A man deserves a saddle like this
once before he dies.
What about that $7?
Here's 10
and I'll take a bottle of whisky.
Alright, let's see that horse.
Well, one good thing,
we lost McCord.
Think so? What happened there is
only the beginning of your trouble.
You got so much advice,
take some yourself.
Nothing much can happen to me, but
you could get into something decent.
I ain't figured your brother waiting
in Sonora with all that money.
You been sure for a long time,
ain't ya?
How do you know he didn't run?
- I know Frank.
Just like I know
he won't let McCord get him.
I can just see Frank letting McCord
take him back to clear his name.
"Would you tell the sheriff I had
nothing to do with robbing the coach
and stealing $10,000? Honest,
I was just minding my own business."
Minding his own business!
If you're worrying about Apaches,
head toward Fort Yuma.
It's still open.
About 70 miles southwest.
You know anything about watches?
- What?
I made a deal on three horses and
guns. Some fellas that rode out.
A real gold watch and $30.
I made a fine swapl You should've
seen them horsesl
Where did you get this saddle?
It ain't stolen,
if that's what's bothering you.
You know Frank Egan?
- He owed me $60 in a poker game
up in Tomahawk Gap five years ago.
Somebody shot and killed him
when they caught him cheating.
Five years ago?
- 3rd of August, 1859
How do you happen to be
so sure of the date?
Only time I ever had a royal flush
and they catch a man cheating.
I'd have cleaned up! You wouldn't
forget it either, brother.
Everybody took something
to square what Egan owed.
I took his saddle,
somebody took his guns.
- You!
I'm telling you the same thing I
told your friends - don't come back.
Way they was riding them horses,
they won't last three hours.
Where were they heading?
- Torget Springs.
Do they know what they're doing?
- They wanted a short cut to Sonora.
They'll have to take on Apaches.
- Come on!
Maybe they'll kill each other off,
save somebody the trouble.
How did it work?
- Like a charm.
We give 'em maybe a day's start.
Come on.
I got a way to get us out of here.
They want our scalps and our guns.
Wait until they come down
- You're crazy!
How many bullets have you got?
What are we afraid of?
It ain't crazy at all. I'm for it.
- Who cares?
- I'm for it.
Me, too.
- You don't like it, climb them rocks!
Keep your hand off that gun!
If you think I helped you out of this
cos I wanted you live, you're crazy.
Frank Egan's dead.
You're lying.
- Take a look at the saddle on my horse.
I got it from a man who saw him die.
Go look at it.
Satisfied?
- If Frank's dead, there's
no money. There ain't no money!
You didn't come to tell us that.
- No.
Frank got shot in Tomahawk Gap the
day we went to prison. He was broke.
A man don't die broke when he's got
$10,000 to spend in Tomahawk Gap.
He never got to the money.
- So, that's your idea?
don't you?
If it's still there, we're getting it.
- With me.
It's ours. You got no call on it.
- Tell that to the posse.
Why didn't you tell them I was just
a stranger you'd met up in the pass?
Figured having you,
they wouldn't look for Frank.
- Sure.
And I spend all them years
I was making $30 a month
riding fence. That's 360 a year.
That's what Frank Egan owes me
for serving his time.
Now he's dead
and I'm getting my $1800.
What if we say no?
- You ain't gonna say no.
You're leading me to my money
and I ain't particular who does it.
Alright.
There's enough money for all of us.
I know the country. We've got 60
miles of desert and mountains
on horses that ain't good enough to travel 20.
- Which way we heading?
Southwest.
We came from here, that's Twin Forks.
This is Torget Springs.
We head 60 miles southwest
across these mountains.
We travel at night, hole up by day.
Walk our horse every three hours.
If we're lucky, we oughtta make it
in two nights, maybe three,
if we don't run into more Apaches.
Get your guns.
It's a girl!
No, Kid!
Kill her! Go on, kill her!
She tried to kill us!
Why kill her?
Who said we're gonna kill her?
Maybe there's more of them. See if
you can make her talk.
You talk.
Abla! Abla!
What are you talking to a no-good
Apache for?! She won't talk!
She's no Apache.
- We can't leave her here.
She'll bring her whole village.
We're taking her with us.
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