Cahill Page #5

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- What's that?

- My leg's broke.

We're gonna have to straighten it

and splint it.

I thought an Indian didn't show pain.

Especially a bona fide

Comanche war chief.

Who in the hell ever told you that,

a damn white man?

This is gonna hurt.

Here's something to bite on.

Thank you, J.D.

This knothead of yours...

almost ran my butt into the ground.

Couldn't find mine.

Must've headed for the barn.

I hope you're enjoying my cigar.

Not bad.

How's the leg?

If you're asking me as a war chief

of the Comanche nation...

I don't feel a thing.

If you're asking the white part of me,

it hurts like hell.

- That's the white man groaning, I take it?

- You're damn right.

I'll need that bottle

of whiskey you've got.

When you're finished with this thing,

if you should come out alive...

you can come

and do some hunting for me.

I'll be stove up all spring.

Yeah. You might bring

a box of them cigars, too.

You ain't finished yet.

- Ain't finished?

- That's right.

What the hell are you talking about?

My leg's broke.

I'm going home. That's what I'm gonna do.

- No, you ain't. You're gonna

finish the job. - Why?

Because you're a better tracker than I am.

And there's no time for mistakes.

So start tracking.

You just stay where you are.

MacDonald, this is Cahill.

How are you?

Fine.

Leastwise, ain't no one tried

to hang me lately.

Well?

There's the gate.

I'm in trouble.

I need a horse.

I'm willing to pay.

In back of you.

Thanks.

That's no horse.

It's a horse.

Leastways, as much of a horse

as you'll find within 20 miles of here.

I got an old McClellan.

I'll throw that in, $50.

$50?

You want them or not?

Your feet.

Get the McClellan.

Stay with him, J.D.!

Stay with him!

Might be faster if you walked.

More comfortable, too.

Seeing as we're in such a hurry.

Of course, $50 ain't too much to pay for...

a spirited, well-bred animal like that.

Lightfoot...

I never heard a bona fide war chief

talk so much.

How much further you calculate, Danny?

About an hour.

Stay here, Billy Joe.

- No, sir, I can't...

- I said, you stay here, Billy Joe.

Fraser!

Abe Fraser!

Nobody's in there.

No...

Billy Joe?

You shouldn't oughta treat me like a baby.

- I'm near 13 years old.

- You're only 11, and that's all you are!

Eleven going on 12,

and you ain't grown no brains yet at all.

That's your excuse.

I'm 17.

I must've lost any brains I ever had

to get us into a mess like this.

Those men are gonna hang because of us.

I can't get it off my mind.

If Fraser don't get here quick,

it'll be too late.

You calculate that they'll kill us

if they can, don't you, Danny?

Don't like it.

Don't like it at all.

There ain't no easy way to do this.

So let's go find out.

Damn!

Lightfoot!

Well, don't break out in tears.

You've seen dying men before, ain't you?

I want a cigar.

Won't do you much good...

coughing the way you are.

Won't do me no harm, neither.

You don't have to worry about your family

while I'm alive.

Hell, I know that.

I always loved these things.

Never could afford them.

You got a nice bright fire.

Signal fire.

Except there's nobody to signal to.

Ain't that right, Brownie?

I told you I took care of things.

Where's your brother?

Where's Billy Joe?

Right here, Mr. Fraser.

Boy, you better put that thing down.

Billy Joe, that ain't necessary.

We're all friends here.

Boy, this is old Abe Fraser.

Danny, tell him that ain't necessary.

There's your share of the money,

Mr. Fraser.

Three-fifths. About $12,000.

That ain't right, Danny.

The usual way, the proper way,

is for the leader to make the split.

It all works out the same way

but one likes to observe the proprieties.

You understand.

- You got the rest of the money with you?

- No, we don't.

That money's well hid.

We didn't come here

to get our throats slit.

You'd just best take your share and go.

You're a hard case, ain't you,

just like your old man?

No, I ain't!

If it was him, he'd shoot you

while he had the chance. Right now.

You'd best take that money

and get while you still can.

No.

No, I won't.

You won't?

Not till I've had my say

and cleared my name.

Fraser!

We played fair and square with you.

In spite of your youth and inexperience,

we agreed to share equally with you.

And we have.

You agree to that, don't you?

And you, Billy Joe...

who was it let you stay in bed

so you'd get well?

Of course we had some disagreement,

on account of you changing your mind.

Not us.

I was gonna invite you

to come to my sister's with us.

And take you under my wing, as it were.

But I see that ain't your wish. So I'll...

say goodbye to you.

I offer you my hand in friendship

and in parting.

I sure hope you won't shame me

by refusing to take it.

Goodbye, Mr. Fraser.

They'll be waiting for us,

won't they, Danny?

Better now than in the daylight.

Pa!

- Am I ever glad to see you.

- Still got the money?

- Part of it.

- Fraser's taken his share already?

Yes.

Where's yours?

- We buried it. I...

- Go dig it up.

Just back them up and go around it.

You ain't leaving?

Four innocent men

are gonna get hung in the morning.

I'm going back to stop it.

- Take Billy Joe with you.

- Just do as you're told.

Don't you understand?

They're gonna be there waiting for us!

J.D. Cahill.

Doesn't give a damn about us.

Back.

Danny, look out!

I gave you your chance.

You gotta give me that.

- I held out my hand in friendship and...

- In a pig's eye, you did.

You was gonna kill us

the first chance you got.

The trouble with you, boy,

is that you got no grace.

You should allow a man his illusions.

Danny!

Fraser!

Danny, are you dead?

Got the wind knocked out of me.

Boy, you really had me scared,

lying there like that.

- Give me that horse.

- We got the money.

I want him.

And I want them two boys,

and I want them bad.

You staked us out, Pa.

Before you form any lasting judgment

on me...

it was the only way

I could get Fraser out into the open.

We almost got killed.

You could have got killed

robbing that bank, too.

Are they gone?

We can't worry about them.

We have to get back to town

before morning.

What's gonna happen to us?

I don't know.

We'll get a fair trial, won't we?

Lots of men get a fair trial and hang.

We were gonna give back

our share of the money.

I know you were, Son.

And confess.

And we did try to stop the killing.

- I know, Daniel. I wish...

- Pa!

I'll get the money, Pa.

Here, Billy Joe.

Hold it.

You'd even shoot a dead man!

No, and I ain't gonna let him

shoot me, neither.

Get up.

Get me a rope.

Budger.

You're bleeding again, Pa.

I guess it goes with the badge.

- You got a kerchief?

- Yeah.

Jam it in this hole.

It'll stop the bleeding.

Here, I'll do it.

Thank you, Pa.

Here's the money, all of it.

Good.

I hope...

Now what's gonna happen to us?

They're gonna be

a little short of witnesses.

And I can sure testify

that you got the town its money back.

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