Buchanan Rides Alone

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Hey, Lew!

You want to check this one?

- LEW:
He don't look like much. Hey mister!

-Morning.

LEW:
Ride over here

and get off your horse.

He told you to get down.

- What for?

-l'll ask the questions.

Go ahead. I can hear you fine,

right from where I'm sitting.

Mister, I don't want to have

to shoot you off that horse.

And I sure wouldn't

want you to, Sheriff.

Check his saddle bags first.

Wasting your time.

Only thing I've got on me's worth

a hoot is this here gun belt.

Sheriff, give me the price of

a good meal and a night's lodging

and you can have this whole caboodle.

- What do you say?

-(HOOFBEATS)

Somebody chasing you, Roy?

You do that on purpose, Lafe.

Why don't you grow up, Roy?

(LAUGHTER)

What's the matter with him?

Same old thing, getting himself

in trouble across the line.

- Where you heading, mister?

-West Texas.

West Texas! Ha!

I should have knowed it!

You know one West Texan can

always spot another West Texan

by the way he sets his horse,

or walks down the street.

Or totes his gun.

I'm from West Texas. Name's Pecos.

- Glad to know you.

-This one ain't carrying nothing, Lew.

We get enough drifters coming across

the border with nothing in their pockets.

I wouldn't linger in Agry Town

if I was you.

I ain't gonna linger no place

until I get back where I belong.

You're the man to see.

I want to get a room.

Cost you ten dollars. In advance.

Well, I'm not staying a week,

I just want a room for the night.

Well, it will still

cost you ten dollars.

I know I've got some tens

in here somewhere. I...

I could change one of them

fifties for you, sir.

- You sure it wouldn't be too much trouble?

-Oh, not at all, sir.

- There you are, Mr, er...?

-The name's Buchanan.

Your room is the first one

at the head of the stairs, sir.

I'll use it later.

Where can I get something to eat?

They'll fix you up with a good

steak across at the saloon.

Oh, Mr Buchanan,

a border town ain't no place

to go walking around

carrying a lot of money on you.

I'd advise you to leave it

with me in the safe.

It's safe right where it is.

Be sure to tell Nacho

that Amos Agry sent you.

You related to him?

He's my brother.

The Sheriff's my brother too.

His name's Lew Agry.

Looks like you got

mighty high connections.

Morning, dad.

ROY".

Don't you ever do that again!

WOMAN:
I'll do it every time you go

chasing across the border.

-L'll settle for a lot but not another woman.

- What are you talking about?

- Where'd you get those scratches?

-I rode through some brush.

Looks like you tried to ride through

some Mexican wildcat.

Why, y0u...!

ROY:
If you wanna live,

you get me that bottle of whiskey.

I can't do it, Roy, your father

gave me strict orders.

Get me that bottle or

I'll come back and take it!

- I can't do it, Roy.

-How about me?

I was told I could get some whiskey

and a good steak here.

You watch out who

you're pushing, mister.

Just looked like your arguing

wasn't getting you anywhere,

and I'm a mighty hungry man.

I don't want no steak

that's out and out raw,

I want the middle on the red side...

This ain't a very friendly town.

If I was you,

I'd get out of here quick.

That was Roy Agry

you just hit, mister.

Ain't there anybody in this town

that ain't an Agry?

Please go, sefior.

While I'm waiting for that steak,

I'll buy a bottle. Of that one.

What I don't drink I'll take with me.

- How much?

-Ten dollars.

- The steak?

-Ten dollars.

Good thing I'm only staying

over the night.

Sure is a ten dollar town.

Hey, kid! How about a shot of this?

Maybe you need it.

Hold it, son,

I built up a small hanker myself.

Nacho, you're fixing up

trouble for yourself.

Amos, I didn't give him the bottle.

He gave it to him.

Your son looked like

he could use a drink.

He ain't no son of mine.

I'd appreciate it if you'd

bring that bottle back here.

You know what I'm gonna do?

If you keep pulling on that bottle I do.

When I finish this,

I'm gonna kill you.

Now that's just Jim Dandy, son.

But in the meantime, would you

mind bringing me my steak?

Lew!

What do you want?

- You've got to get over the saloon right away.

-What for?

Roy's been drinking and he says

he's gonna kill a fella.

Oh, Roy ain't got guts enough

to kill nobody.

Maybe not sober, but when he's been drinking

there just ain't nothing he ain't liable to do.

- Well, what's it to you what Roy does?

-Well, he's our nephew, ain't he?

Besides, that fella's carrying

a lot of money. I seen it.

Lew, if you ain't gonna try and stop him

I'm gonna go tell Simon.

- Stop worrying. Roy ain't gonna kill nobody.

-Lew, I tell you...

Shut up and get out of here.

Oh...

"A lot of money."

What did we miss, Waldo?

Let's finish the hand and go find out.

(BACKGROUND CHATTERING)

(HOOFBEATS APPROACHING)

Put one of these on the wall right

above the bar, Nacho.

- Muy bien.

-You might put another one over here.

It's not my fault, Mr Carbo.

I did not serve Roy the whiskey.

Didn't say you did.

Roy is going to kill him.

He is?

Well...

- Mighty tasty steak.

-NACHO:
Thank you, sefior.

Anybody wants me, I'll be over at

the hotel getting some shut-eye.

The name's Buchanan.

(GALLOPING HOOFBEATS)

Quite a town!

Roy Agry!

Plck up your gun!

- Do not do this, boy.

-Take it easy son, he's drunk.

Stay where you are.

No, palito, no. Please!

Please go back home.

I will after I kill him.

If you kill him

you will never see your home again.

Stay out of there.

(GROANING)

Take him over to the jail house

and wait for him to come to.

When I hang a man, I like him

to know what's going on.

(MUTTERING IN SPANISH)

LEW:

So they got Roy.

I told you what was gonna happen.

You told me!

You couldn't have been more wrong.

- You said he was going to kill somebody.

- He was.

Nacho, tell the undertaker

to get his wagon over here.

I guess I better go tell Simon.

Don't be gone too long

or you'll miss the hanging.

You ain't never seen a double hanging,

have you, Amos?

You're gonna hang Mr Buchanan?

- That's right.

-Why?

The way I figure, he and the Mex

were in this together.

Yeah.

- How much do you figure's in that purse, Lew?

-Well, it's hard to say.

If it wasn't for me you wouldn't have

known he was carrying all that money.

- Don't worry, Amos, I'll out you in for your share.

-How much?

This doesn't seem like a likely time

to be haggling over money,

especially when it doesn't

belong to you, Lew.

I guess I better go break

the sad news to Simon.

I'll take care of that, Amos.

Sshhh.

Try to understand.

As soon as they hear us, they'll

swing us from the nearest tree.

comprende?

I understand English, sefior.

I am grateful for what you did,

but I'm sorry I brought you trouble.

We both got trouble, big trouble.

For me it does not matter.

R03' Agry is dead.

Why did you kill him?

Cannot tell you, sefior.

The name's Buchanan, what's yours?

Sorry, but I would rather not say.

That's all right.

We ain't got much time

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