Buchanan Rides Alone Page #6

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I believe you, Amos.

Does Lew know he's back?

I don't think so.

He's looking for Gomez.

I was just looking for Lew.

Thank you, Amos.

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

You sure kept us waiting

a long time, Simon.

Yeah, it's about time we

stretched that killer's neck.

Hold on, we can't have an official

hanging until the sheriff is there.

- Where is Lew?

-He's in the back room.

You won't be able to talk 'em

out of a hanging this time.

Probably not.

I don't intend to try.

After we get the money,

that's Lew's responsibility.

Well, I...

Sefior Gomez, you would be a very

foolish man

to believe anything

the sheriff has told you.

Gomez, don't let the judge here

smooth-talk you.

He don't know where the kid is,

butldo.

He's in jail, where he's always been.

Now, if you'll just hand over

the saddle bag,

I promise you that nothing

will happen to Juan.

I will hand the money over to no-one

until the boy is handed over to me.

Come on, Simon,

what's keeping you and Lew?

How long do we have to wait, Lew?

Now, I don't blame you for being

impatient. We'll be right there.

Come on, give us the Mex!

If you believe me, you lose your

$50,000 and save the boy's life.

If you believe Lew, Juan dies.

Well, which Way's it gonna be?

I will believe you

only when I see the boy.

All right, Sefior Gomez.

Why don't you walk

with him over to the jail?

Incidentally, I've authorised

Mr Carbo to receive the money

when we deliver the boy.

(CROWD MUTTERING)

Well, Lew, I wonder which one

of us is going to be right.

Seen Lew?

Lew, can I see you a minute?

Waldo, you're a fool!

Simon? Turns out that you were right.

- But I think we can change that.

-Let go of me, Lew!

Juan, I'm letting you go.

I didn't expect to find you here,

Buchanan. Come on.

We could use a gun.

Simon!

Excuse me, sefior.

The carriage!

Buchanan!

Get up!

Don't shoot!

Don't shoot! Don't shoot,

you'll hit Simon!

(PIERCING WHISTLE)

Buchanan, look.

- Lew, look, the saddle bag!

-I ain't blind.

Lew... bring out Gomez.

Gomez is all right.

Lew Ag ry?

LEW:

I hear ya!

BUCHANAN:
Tell everybody

to move back up the street,

and then let Gomez come on

across the bridge.

If you don't,

I'm gonna shoot the judge.

That ain't no loss.

You heard him!

SIMON:

He means it, Lew!

And if we do, you're releasing Simon?

You have my word on it.

All right, Gomez, beat it.

If he makes a move for that

saddle bag, shoot him.

Hold it.

Buchanan, he isn't going any

further until you let Simon go.

BUCHANAN:

Tell him not to get nervous, Judge.

SIMON:

Let him keep on walking, Lew!

All right, Gomez, move on.

- Juan!

- Esteban! Ests bien?

Pues nada, nada.

Judge, now you go on out there,

pick up that saddle bag,

and bring it right back.

Pick it up and come right back!

Run this way, Simon! Come on!

Now, Lew, you got any more ideas

on how to get that saddle bag?

Yeah. A real good one.

Oh, no. Don't look my way, Lew.

Why not?

You can run faster than Simon.

You ought to be able to make it.

We'll give you good cover.

Just like you did the judge?

Oh, no.

No, Lew, not me either.

Suit yourself. But if you don't,

I'll kill you right here.

Now which way is it going to be?

Don't shoot, Buchanan!

Don't shoot!

That's far enough.

Now bend slow, pick up them bags,

and come on across.

I can't, Buchanan. Lew will kill me.

Do as I tell you or I will!

Hold it, Buchanan.

Drop that gun and stand up.

Get up!

You've just gone and saved us

the trouble of a hanging.

Lew, I can't let you do to Buchanan

what you did to Simon.

- LEW:
What are you talking about?

-CARBO:
Murder.

There were those on this side that

saw it, Lew, they'd swear to it.

- Drop your gun, Lew.

-My own brother?

Lew...

Never should have crossed Simon.

- I'll take those.

-Not after all the trouble I've gone to.

Anyway, it looks like

this is your town now.

You wouldn't want to start out

making a big mistake.

There you are, Johnny.

Gracias.

Buchanan, when you have

a Mexican as a friend,

you must allow him to

repay you for all you have done.

My horse is your horse.

- No, Johnny.

-Please, Buchanan.

This time I promise

I will go straight home.

- Adic's.

-Adi')s.

I don't think anybody'll try to

stop him this time. Do you, Carbo?

Under the circumstances? No.

- Where do you think you're going?

-BUCHANAN:
West Texas.

Good, I'd advise you not to stay here.

Like you say, this is my town now.

Mr Carbo... you can have it.

Don't just stand there, Amos.

Get a shovel.

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