Cahill Page #2

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One of them needs Dr. Jones real bad.

I'd appreciate it if you'd see to him

and the horses.

- Yes, sir. Marshal, I wanted to...

- And Tom Howard.

- The undertaker?

- I got a couple of customers for him, too.

But, Marshal, I wanted to...

Tell that old bandit not

to get extravagant.

The State of Texas is paying for this.

Yes, but, Marshal...

Albert, have you heard one word i've said?

Yes, but I wanted to tell you

about Sheriff Grady.

- Tell me later.

- But you haven't...

It's the marshal.

Hank?

No way to run a jail.

Be my guest.

- J.D., these handcuffs...

- Get used to them.

Charlie...

what are you doing in here?

It ain't Thursday.

A man's got a right to change his mind.

Besides, it's gonna rain on Thursday.

Now, drinking in the rain...

it's bad for your health.

It's getting so a man

can't get a decent night's sleep...

without some marshal...

All right, Struther, you can come out

from under that Stetson.

What is it this time?

Hope you haven't been stealing

any more horses...

No, J.D., i'm hung over something terrible.

I can't hardly remember a thing.

You can't...

Daniel?

Daniel.

What the hell is he doing in here?

- Drunk and disorderly.

- Yeah! Drinking and fighting.

With them.

Looks like you were kind of overmatched.

It was a friendly fight.

I've never been in one of them.

What are you doing in town, you...

Come here.

All right. I know where you are.

Where's your kid brother?

He's around.

Around?

Isn't he going to school?

- Sometimes.

- Sometimes?

How's he gonna get a proper education

going to school "sometimes"?

Instead of raising Ned, you ought

to be raising that brother of yours.

Ain't you got no sense of responsibility?

Your mother, God rest her soul...

seen to it you could read and write...

could do your ciphers proper.

The least you could do

is the same for your kid brother.

Why?

Why?

I ain't his pa.

Yeah.

Marshal, you should have seen...

You're fired.

Billy Joe.

Where you going?

Come here.

Hello, Budger.

Hello, Pa.

You're bleeding again.

Yeah.

Seems like every time you show up,

you been bleeding.

Yeah.

Only sometimes it's hard to remember

when the last time you showed up was.

I'll admit it's been a while.

J.D.

Hello, Hank. You have a good rest?

Where did you come from?

Where the hell is Grady?

What's the matter?

Did I say something wrong?

Come on, Hank, if Grady's drunk,

it won't be the first time.

Grady's been killed, J.D.

For the first time.

Marshal, good to see you, but I...

Any luck?

No, sir.

I brought you a couple of guests.

The sheriff from Dawson City

will pick them up in a day or so.

I'm awfully sorry about Sheriff Grady.

I know he was a friend of yours.

Yeah.

I'm not gonna...

mourn for him.

He lived a good life.

Guess there's no good way to die, so...

Tell me what happened.

Pretty sketchy.

All Kane said before he died was,

"Four men wearing yellow slickers."

Grady got shotgunned,

and I pulled a knife out of Jim Kane.

They broke in the back door of the bank

with sledgehammers.

We rode a 30-mile circumference...

with a 20-man posse,

including two Apaches.

No tracks.

That's impossible,

unless they're still in town.

No, sir, Mr. Cahill. No strangers.

Some local ranchers, some cowboys...

maybe not as sweet as scrubbed angels...

but in public view when it happened,

no strangers.

How about them?

They was in jail when it happened.

That right, Daniel?

That's right.

Pity.

Mr. Gordine,

when will you let us out of here?

Drunk and disorderly

is usually about 24 hours.

I guess now is a good a time as any.

I'm gonna make a little trip.

Take a day or two.

Will you hold them till I get back?

I can't do that, Marshal.

No cause.

Suit yourself.

Daniel.

- Yes, sir.

- Gonna deputize you.

No pay.

That figures.

Hold up your right hand.

Do you swear to uphold the law

of Baird, Texas...

United States of America?

And I ain't gonna forget

your taking care of Billy Joe, either.

He's a lot younger than my other boarders.

But it'll be nice to have

a young boy around again.

I sure appreciate it.

And if he stays, it'll be the first Cahill

I've been able to keep under my roof.

If he causes you any trouble,

you just sit right down on him.

And as for you, Billy Joe...

What the hell are you whispering about?

Don't you know

that whispering ain't polite...

except in church, or a courtroom?

What he's saying ain't private, Pa.

Billy Joe was thinking you ought

to let the doctor see your shoulder.

It's been took care of, bandaged, and...

- By whom, J.D.?

- By what?

Whom?

That's the correct way of asking

who done it.

I took care of it.

Purified it with whiskey.

Yeah, a quart and a half. He drunk it.

You're scared.

You're scared of Dr. Jones is what you are.

They say the last time

you was in his office...

they could hear you yelling

from Austin to El Paso.

- Get the horses.

- Billy Joe's right.

They say he's hit notes

music publishers ain't heard.

Get the horses, Daniel.

Austin to El Paso?

Thought I yelled louder than that.

Hetty.

Goodbye.

Come on. Let's go in.

Where are we going?

First we'll pick ourselves up a tracker.

That 'breed Comanche

over by the Goldicks' place?

The one thing I hate

more than a Comanche is half of one.

His name is Lightfoot.

I wouldn't call him 'breed to his face,

were I you.

Not if you want to reach maturity.

- What's the matter?

- Nothing.

Didn't take that Struther long

to make new friends.

Papa, a stranger's coming.

I see him.

Good morning, my dear Chief.

I hope all goes well in your lives.

How about a cigar?

Chief?

Cigar?

What the hell do you want, J.D.?

I ain't got no money.

My horse is on his last legs.

And my genuine bearskin overcoat,

I lost in a crap game.

Need a tracker, Lightfoot.

That's better.

How long would you say?

Two days, maybe three.

It's...

cold up in them mountains.

That's a fact.

First day, $5.

$2 a day thereafter.

That's agreeable.

I'll track.

Any killing, you do it.

Might be friends of mine.

That's suitable.

Ma'am.

Morning, gentlemen.

Daniel.

I don't tip my hat to a squaw.

Ain't no squaw's gonna...

My apologies, ma'am.

Slight negligence in his upbringing.

Ma'am?

What you bringing us up here for?

Don't you know?

If I knowed I wouldn't ask.

What are you walking on?

Rock face.

That's right, rock face.

Starts back there out of Valentine,

climbs all the way up...

to Heaven, so the...

Comanches say.

Now, nobody just disappears, Daniel.

If the men that killed Ben Grady

ain't in town...

and didn't leave tracks

that two Apaches could read...

then they're up here somewhere.

And if they are, I'll find them.

Yes, sir, Daniel.

That's the truth you can bank on

in Denver.

If they're up here...

I'll find them.

Been smelling smoke.

Half a mile down the ridge.

How many?

Hired on as a tracker.

Stay here, Daniel.

I'll have a look.

Something on your mind?

Just thinking...

if you wasn't J.D.'s boy,

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