Arizona

Well, there she is. Tucson.

Tucson ahead!

- Where?

- There.

It ain't exactly pretty, is it?

- Protection from Indians.

- Yep.

Sure feel good to stretch out in a hotel bed.

- Come on.

- What?

Sure is nice to see some peaceful Indians.

Them is Papago.

Hate Apaches worse than I do.

Lookee yonder.

The town's growing all the time.

Back home they'd have called that

making a house out of mud pies.

What do they do with the hole

when they're done?

Well, they...

Well, just leave it, I reckon.

Lookee yonder.

Too lazy to make their own bricks.

Fellas like them are destroying evidence...

of the only walled city

in United States territory.

Old-timers used the wall

for fighting off Indians?

Yep. Built when all this belonged to Mexico.

Whole town inside the walls,

soldiers guarding it day and night.

Well, the way that wall looks now,

I'd say Tucson's bust its britches.

Seems like that water

would make you dirtier.

Stay around here long enough,

you'll wind up drinking it.

I'll take a look at California first.

Haircut and shave.

Shave and a haircut. Haircut and shave.

Well, here you are...

the sweetest little city this side of a rat hole.

Camp in the Plaza!

Sure is a tired-looking outfit, Grant.

More restless people.

Where do you say they're from, Pete?

Judging by their rigs,

I'd say no further east than Missouri.

What's he saying?

He wants to water your horse

in the Plaza for 15 cents.

Why, sure.

He says you are a great man.

My name's Grant Oury. Where you from?

Missouri. Name's Peter Muncie.

You guessed right, Pete.

This is Estevan Ochoa, Pete Kitchen,

and Bart Massey.

- Pleased to know you.

- Howdy.

Looks like your outfit

got whittled down some on the trail.

Yep, we started out from Missouri

with 45 people and 15 wagons...

but the Indians took to pot-shooting.

Couple of brand new orphans in the outfit.

Yeah, that's why there's always legroom

in the West.

Say, what's a good hotel here?

Sir, the hotels to be found in Tucson

are neither good nor bad.

They are non-existent.

- You mean there ain't one?

- That's right.

- You mean there ain't one?

- That's right.

What's the trouble, Phoebe?

Who's she?

Phoebe Titus,

the only American woman in Tucson.

Think she's going to need help?

Offhand, knowing Phoebe, I'd say no,

but we'd better be sort of handy.

Stop that music.

Timmins, Longstreet, stand up and reach.

Now, listen.

I've got no quarrel with anybody

but these two here...

so the rest of you better clear out.

These might be in the way.

Much obliged.

Some day this town will get tired

of being kicked around by Ward's men.

It'll run the whole gang of you out of town.

Till that happens, though...

and as long as Ward keeps bragging

there's no law around here...

I'll settle things my own way.

What's ailing you now, Phoebe?

These two playmates of yours

stole $1,100 out of my house.

I'm not saying you put them up to it, Ward...

but I'm here to get my money back.

Right now.

What do you say to that?

- Us? We did not.

- We never saw no $1,100 in our whole life.

Then you'll wish you had.

'Cause there is going to be two holes dug

in the new cemetery that you'll just fit.

You heard them, Phoebe.

Have you got proof?

Yeah, I heard them.

Now if I don't start seeing my money

I'm going to shoot.

- There'll be no killing in my place.

- Since when? Since this morning?

All right, put that money on the table

or get ready to feel lead.

You better do what the lady says.

Count it, somebody.

I'd like to oblige.

Keep digging, boys.

I'll get this off my chest.

Before I came to Tucson...

I never dreamed a place could stomach

such off-scourings and scum...

as you and your crowd.

You wouldn't say that

without these others backing you up.

I'm talking for myself.

It's not enough that you charge twice

what it's worth to haul freight into here...

but you've collected

the doggonedest bunch of lawbreakers...

in the whole territory of Arizona.

Pardon the interrupting,

but you're $225 short.

Tell your banker to pay back what they lost.

Everybody knows it's stolen money.

All right, Joe.

Timmins, take that whip...

and give Longstreet

five of the best lashes you got in you.

Longstreet...

you do the same to him.

And if either of you eases up, I'll make it 20.

But you got your money back.

Why don't you let us be, Miss Phoebe?

We didn't mean no harm.

- Get started.

- Maybe I got something to say...

about what can be done in my own place.

You better do what the lady says.

Get going.

Ward, you've got an idea

you run this town...

so I'll set you right about one thing.

I've got my livestock and a pie business

to take care of.

That don't leave me much time

for chasing thieves.

Keep your men away from my place...

or I'll double-load this gun...

and blow a hole in you

they could drive a team of mules through.

- Yeah? Now, listen here...

- Longstreet!

Give him as good as you got.

- Here's your money, miss.

- Thanks.

- My name is...

- Harder!

Just got in to town a few minutes ago.

My name's...

That's more like it.

And remember...

I'm still keeping my money in my house.

Thanks, fellas.

Well, do you still wonder

whether she can take care of herself?

Brother, there goes a female army.

And after all that fine talk,

she went and took my hat.

Be with you in a minute.

- Trouble, Miss Phoebe?

- No trouble.

We've been waiting. I've got to go to work.

Any man that don't think the pies

are worth waiting for is free to leave.

Everything is fine.

I watch pies all the time you're gone.

Thanks, Hilario.

There will be a special pie for you

in the next batch.

Sorry to keep you waiting,

but I had a little business to take care of.

Got a peach today?

Yep, I got a peach right here.

Mind the heat.

Can I get one of them?

You sure can.

Take your pick, as soon as I see your dollar.

It's the last one, quince.

Much obliged, but I come to get my hat.

Oh, it was you.

Doggoned if I didn't walk right off with it.

Be right back.

Say, I never seed a woman pay less

attention to me than you did in that saloon.

Well, I had plenty on my mind.

You're new here.

Got in a little while ago.

Help yourself to some pie. Come on in.

How come you got yourself

into my argument over at the saloon?

Well, where I'm from,

women is supposed to need protection.

I'm obliged

for the use of your hat, stranger...

but I don't ask nor get favours

for being what I was born.

Yep, that's what I found out.

Where you from?

Freeport, Illinois.

I'm from Saint Louis.

What brought you here?

My father and I were going to California.

We got this far and he died.

I see how it is.

Living alone in a place like this,

you couldn't afford to be a woman...

unless you met the right man.

Eat your pie.

Anything left out of that last batch,

Miss Phoebe?

They are all sold, Judge.

- How long before the next batch?

- Maybe an hour.

Seems as though

a newly elected justice of the peace...

ought to have some special rights.

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