Bandolero! Page #2

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All right, do what the man says.

Ah...

Well, sheriff, seems like to me

you got four good necks here...

...that ought to snap pretty good.

I'm just not quite sure about this one.

How much do you weigh, son?

Uh...

- I don't know.

- You don't know?

Well, maybe it'll be all right.

I always like to do a nice clean job.

Usually when I have a lightweight...

...I strap on a 50-pound bag of sand,

get some weight on him...

...and then that neck:

Just like that.

How do you feel about it all, son?

- You're crazy.

- Now, you're not gonna be...

...praying and crying and all that stuff?

You'll just hold up the procedure.

Won't make it any easier

for me or you.

- This one Bishop, sheriff?

Yeah, that's him.

- You rode with Quantrill, did you?

- All the way.

And at Lawrence, Kansas?

- You were in on that?

- I was there.

You must have made your mother

mighty proud.

Hangman.

I never harmed a woman or a child.

We're planning on high noon tomorrow,

if that suits you.

That'll be fine.

You know, sheriff,

when a man in my professin...

...gets a chance to work with equipment

like that, it just makes him proud.

- Uh-huh.

- You're expecting a big crowd, I imagine?

It's a free country.

Folks got a right to watch a hanging.

Well, then I'd like to advise you

about two things, sheriff.

I've found out from bitter experience

that when folks come for a hanging...

...all guns should be confiscated

until after...

...and all saloons should be closed.

- Well, I'll see what I can do.

- Good.

These men deserve to hang...

...but they don't deserve to hang sober

while drunks stand around watching.

That man sure...

...loves his work.

- I'll bed your horses, Mr. Grimes.

- Fine.

These ropes stay with me.

Her name's Maria Stoner, hangman.

One of the men you're gonna send away

tomorrow killed her husband.

Have that sorrel ready for me

in the morning, huh?

And this is the last one, Mrs. Stoner.

Well, the unfortunate

demise of your husband...

...has left you quite a sizable estate.

You mean the death of my husband

has made me...

...the wealthiest woman

in this county.

Well, that's quite a jump for a little...

...girl from south of the border.

I have to be going.

Mrs. Stoner, it might be wise

if we discussed...

...the disposition of your ranch.

- Disposition?

Yes. Several weeks ago

I had a discussin...

...with Nathan about a possible sale.

I made him an offer.

- He seemed quite agreeable.

- The ranch is not for sale.

- You don't expect to live out there...

- I intend to keep it.

But you don't intend to run it.

No woman in her right mind

would attempt to operate...

...a 150,000-acre spread.

Whether or not I succeed

in operating it, Mr. Carter...

...is not your concern.

I can take care of myself.

I think you overestimate your ability,

Mrs. Stoner.

Perhaps I do.

Good day, Mr. Carter.

Mr. Carter, I was a whore at 13...

...and my family of 12

never went hungry.

When you figure

we'll make our play, Dee?

- Not tonight.

- We don't do something tonight...

...we're gonna hang tomorrow.

- You got any ideas?

- No, but you should.

- Well, I do, old man, so shut up.

Hey, laddie, tell me:

What miracle are you going to perform

when the sun comes up, huh?

All right. Step up and get it.

Same damn chili and beans.

Did you ever hear of beefsteak?

Beefsteak, my ass.

Hell, pork chops up

...and the man's talking about

he wants beefsteak.

Nice night, isn't it, Mrs. Stoner?

Oh, I'm sorry.

How do you know my name?

I get the idea just about everybody

around here knows your name.

I'm very pleased to meet you.

I'm... I apologize for the intrusin.

I'm being a little forward, and I...

Oh, please. Don't go.

- You are the hangman, aren't you?

- Well, I'm...

Hear them in there?

Getting all liquored up

for the big day tomorrow.

Celebration over the death

of fellow human beings.

That is a strange thought

for a hangman.

- Do you have a family?

- A brother. He's all that's left.

It was the war, Mrs. Stoner.

The war took our family. Almost took

me, but I'm a pretty fast runner.

Good night.

Good night.

- I didn't know him...

...but I'm sorry about your husband,

Mrs. Stoner.

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

Gonna be a big day tomorrow, Roscoe.

Better get some sleep.

Mrs. Stoner.

- Maria.

- Yes.

Do you mind

if I come in for a minute?

Well, I would prefer you didn't...

- I won't take but a minute, ma'am.

What is it, sheriff?

My friends call me July, ma'am.

I wish you were one.

I'll tell you what, ma'am.

I'll be your friend, and you just

don't bother about being mine.

The reason I come up here tonight

was to see if there was anything...

...I could do for you. Anything at all.

- No. No, there's nothing.

I'm going home tomorrow.

Oh.

I see.

Well, it still goes.

Anytime.

July.

Thank you.

- Morning.

- Good morning.

Well, let's see you trip her.

They got it working fine, hangman.

Now it's up to you.

A man that's been hung by

Ossie Grimes stays hung.

Bishop, it appears to me

I have misjudged you.

The town's filling up,

and you ain't even made a move.

Well, it appears to me I misjudged

you too, Pop. You're scared.

It's my boy I'm thinking of.

He ain't even full-growed yet.

I'm scared, Dee,

and I ain't ashamed of it.

Babe, when the time comes...

...whatever we have to do,

we'd better be quick about it.

You too, Robbie.

When we have to move, move.

Right, laddie.

I'm sorry.

Come back after. Yeah? Well...

Hey, check your guns in over there.

Sorry, closed till after the hanging.

Hey, it's that way.

Put the rifles over there,

gentlemen. Put your rifles in that pack.

I'll tell you what, don't lose my gun.

We asked you not to wear them

to town in the first place.

The holster too.

You'll get it back in a little while.

Hyah!

Hyah!

Giddap!

It's about that time, ain't it?

Yeah, just about. Run them out.

All right. Clear a path down there.

So hold it right there.

All right. Come up the steps

one at a time. You first, Bishop.

Move down the line

and then turn around.

- Aren't you gonna tie their hands?

- First things first, sheriff.

Be a long time before the likes of them

ride into Val Verde again.

Hold it!

I'm a fair man, sheriff.

Now, you be good, and I won't kill you.

Tell your deputy to drop it. Tell him!

All right, do it, Roscoe.

- Move it.

- I knew you'd do it, laddie.

Who you gonna hang now?

Hold it right there.

- All right, break the crowd up.

- Get back there.

Come on.

Come on, get back there.

- Get back!

All right. Move it.

Bring that wagon up here.

Come on. Get out of it. Goddang!

Keep them covered. Take what you need

and get rid of the rest of their guns.

- Do you think you'll get far, Bishop?

- Not as far as you were gonna send me.

Let's go!

Let's get the hell out of here!

Giddap! Hyah!

Let's go, men!

They're headed southwest.

All right, hurry up with the wagon!

Get your guns! Don't worry about

getting your own gun. Just get a gun!

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