Cahill Page #3

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what a good time i'd have right now.

What I'd like to do to you

brings back fond memories.

I don't know what you're talking about.

I don't like you.

That's what i'm talking about.

Let me tell you something, half-breed.

- I don't care what you have to say about...

- You don't care about anything.

The difference between you

and J.D. Cahill.

Even them that hates him,

admire him for that.

He cares.

He doesn't care about Billy Joe and me.

Kid, i've had buffalo brains

that's got more going for them than you.

You got a bad feeling about your pa

'cause he ain't home every night...

to powder your butt and tuck you in.

What business is it of yours, anyway?

I've ridden with him.

And i've sweat with him.

And i've froze with him.

And i've tracked for him.

And i've cooked for him.

And i've covered

even two dozen gunfights...

Here he comes.

And what's more...

I've set near about every bone in his body

that's decent enough to talk about.

They're out there, all right,

camped in the shelter of some trees.

Daniel...

get your rifle.

You taking him with you?

Yeah.

J. D...

give me my $5.

You get shot tonight, I disappear.

I'll come back and bury you.

Mumble something Christian

over your grave.

Lightfoot, your kindness overwhelms me.

It might not be them out there, Pa.

Let's go ask them.

- The fire's dying out.

- Let it.

I'd think a long time

before I did anything rash.

Cahill.

United States Marshal.

- Pa!

- Hold it!

Mister, I ain't got a bigoted bone

in my body.

You don't drop that axe...

I'll blast you to Hell

as quick as I would a white man.

Come on in.

All right. Let's get rid of the hardware.

Boy.

I ain't got no knife, mister.

Friend...

you look like a hideaway man to me.

What is it?

Derringer or a palm gun?

Lightfoot.

Yeah?

Are they friends of yours?

Nope.

You know them at all?

Nope.

Daniel?

I don't know them.

That ought to do about as much damage

to a bank door as a sledgehammer.

Wouldn't you say, Daniel?

New money.

Where'd you get it?

Where'd you get it?

Don't, Pa!

Ben Grady leaves a wife

and two little boys.

I asked you a question.

You may gather i'm a little impatient.

Where'd you get that money?

We took it from a Mormon drover

in New Mexico.

We had a lot less than we needed...

and he had a lot more than he needed.

Mormon drover in New Mexico?

Yes, sir.

That's the God's truth.

How old are you, boy?

He's 16.

Just turned 16, is all.

Belong to you?

My grandson.

Mister, you ain't gonna put those on me.

- Daniel, get their horses.

- You ain't going to!

Either that or i'll kill you.

I don't think they did it, Pa.

That's for the jury to say, not me.

I don't think they did it.

Son, if you know something I don't...

I'd be obliged to hear about it.

Otherwise, go get their horses.

- Five pounds of tea.

- Golden tips, ma'am?

No, Oongal or Black Oolong, Mr. Campbell.

And a 140-pound sack

of Ceylon java coffee.

Five pounds of Wilbur's Breakfast Cocoa.

One pound of black pepper.

Five pounds of mustard powder.

And three quarts

of medicinal blackberry brandy.

Look who's got his nose in the candy.

He can have two.

There's two...

and two more for good luck, Billy Joe.

Thank you!

And six two-pound tins of plum pudding.

And I want...

Now, Billy Joe, put that down.

- That's much too heavy for you.

- No, ma'am. Not at all.

And...

a dozen Crosse & Blackwell mixed jerky.

The money wasn't

where it was supposed to be.

It wasn't where we told you to put it.

And we looked, but it just wasn't there.

We is some disappointed in you, boy.

Struther practically being a father to you,

and all.

And him taking your betrayal of us

real personally...

he wanted to come into town

and cut you up real bad.

But I told him that wasn't necessary.

There must be

some kind of misunderstanding...

cause you is a good boy.

A good boy...

who wouldn't betray his friends.

No, sir. I just wouldn't believe

that you'd do anything so...

foolish.

Where's the money?

Struther.

Where's the money?

- I hid it.

- Where? You hid it where?

I ain't telling. I ain't.

Why in the hell not, you little son of a...

Why not?

Would you explain it to me, please?

Because me and mine

don't like to be threatened...

and chased and told what to do.

If you kill me,

you ain't never gonna find that money.

Never!

Pick him up. We gotta take him

where nobody will hear him scream.

- Come here.

- Let me down!

- Damn you.

- Get him!

Watch out! Damn wire!

Where the hell did he get to?

Trouble, J.D.

I see them.

They look nasty, Pa.

Yeah.

Friends of Ben Grady, I guess.

Yeah.

There's that.

But mostly, it's money.

Bank gets robbed, town goes broke.

Most people think

all that money belongs to the bankers.

It don't.

It's the little folks' savings.

What about us?

Yeah.

What about you?

We'll take them from here on, J.D.

Just like that?

Just like that.

Lightfoot, how far away

would you say they are?

About 10, 12 feet.

Make a good pattern for this buckshot.

There's no use potting around.

I'm willing to die trying to keep them.

The question is, are you willing to die

trying to take them?

Now, I'm cold and hungry, and...

wet and tired and short-tempered.

So get on with it.

Hell, get out of my way!

- J.D.!

- Hank.

Your littlest boy's come down

with something.

Bad?

That's the word.

Cock it.

Howdy.

Go on, I'll take care of it.

Where is he?

- He's in with the doctor, J.D.

- Which room?

The doctor doesn't want anybody in there

until he's finished with the boy.

Now, you can just wait right here.

Women.

Things seem to happen to you two

when I'm...

not around.

Like the time Gordine's horse kicked you...

- And broke your leg...

- Pa?

And the time Billy Joe...

- Got poison ivy all over his face and...

- Pa?

You ain't never around.

You're dead right, Daniel.

I can't argue that.

I've been gone a lot of times

when you kids really needed me.

And I've missed a lot, too.

Missed watching you two grow up.

I think about it a lot...

on every job...

about how, when it's over...

I'll come home and the three of us

will get to know one another.

But even before that job was finished...

another one always seemed...

to crop up.

Another bank robbed, another murder.

I don't want what I'm saying

to sound like I'm making excuses.

There's no excuse for negligence.

No excuse for a man ignoring his...

duty, either.

Your mother...

God bless her...

when she was dying...

the last thing she said on earth was:

"Go get them, J.D."

And I've been going...

and getting them ever since...

till it's no longer just my job.

It's part of my life.

And that's what I want you

to try and understand, Son.

Your old man's life.

Will you give it a try?

Yeah, Pa. I'll try.

I'm glad...

'cause even grown men

need understanding.

I'll be by tomorrow, Billy Joe.

Doc.

He has a high fever, J.D.

How high?

A hundred and three.

- A hundred and three...

- But it's not climbing, it's leveled off.

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