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the swelling goes down.

- The swelling from what?

- That bump on your head.

I got no bump on my head.

You have now.

You gentlemen get some sleep.

I want to see you in this office at sunup.

And bring those rifles.

Now, what gives you

the right to order us around?

This.

You want that cannon

for yourself awfuI bad, don't you?

Well, you'd better watch out.

You can't use me for bait!

Do you go to sleep

or do I put you to sleep?

Mody, get off your butt

and get down here!

All right, which of you

let the coals die out?

You had the last watch.

All right. All right!

Now, I don't mind the coffee going cold.

The thing is this.

Now, why the hell didn't you tell me

my brother didn't come back last night?

I didn't want to wake you.

I kept thinking to the last second

he'd be back.

Gunner, saddle up!

You and I are gonna take a ride.

Vince, maybe the best thing

is to forget him.

We gotta move on.

- Forget Billy Roy?

- He's nothing but trouble, Vince.

He'll get us all caught. Let's move.

I'm sorry, Heff.

Gabe. Billy Roy's my fault.

Mody, one-half hour from now,

I want you to sidle down that hill.

Get just close enough

to throw a scare into somebody.

- Thirty minutes on the dot.

- On the dot!

They don't seem to be breaking their tails.

Not much reason to.

Probably got 20 patrols out like

that, looking inch by inch.

What are you gonna do?

Well, get Billy Roy out

of Miss Tracey's saloon, sober him up,

come back up here,

and watch which way they go.

I tell you, Jess Wade.

Even though you was with them I never

really believed you was with them.

I was with them.

Well, that's gonna heaI all right, but you're

gonna be carrying a pretty fancy scar.

You mind lettin' me know if the man

who shot you is still alive?

Tell me the truth.

What chance has Dan Ramsey got?

Well, you saw him with me

20 minutes ago.

He wasn't breathing too good,

but I got a feeling Dan Ramsey'll be

breathing fine any day now.

- Marcie, take this for me, please.

- All right.

Leaving your prisoner unguarded?

About finished, Opie?

You're making it very easy

for Vince Hackett to come in.

What would you suggest I do?

I'd have men up on the roofs.

It's not a bad idea.

I should have thought of it.

Open up.

It's all adding up, Mr. Jess Wade.

On your feet.

Nice day, Miss Tracey.

Morning, Miss Tracey.

Morning, Mr. Tilford.

Nice day, Miss Tracey.

Yes, indeed, Mr. Selby.

Tracey.

Good to see you again, Tracey.

Wish you could still say that.

What are you doing here, Vince?

I didn't think it was possible for you

to get prettier.

Somehow you managed it.

Billy Roy learned a lot from you.

That's the way he started out last night.

Ended up claiming he could

make me forget Jess Wade and you,

all in one night.

Billy Roy's my fault. I live with it.

I looked around outside. Didn't see

any wanted posters on Jess Wade.

Guess the Sheriff didn't figure there

was any hurry in getting them put up.

I saw one of them.

Was there a hurry?

No. No.

There are other posters, other towns,

below and above the border.

You and Jess have that cannon?

He trying to do you out of it,

or you trying to do him?

When was the last time

you saw Jess Wade?

What difference does that make?

A lot. Always did, always will.

Well, where's Billy Roy?

He sleeping it off up in your room?

He'd never be allowed in my room.

All right. Where?

In jaiI.

What's the reason this time?

He shot Dan Ramsey.

He did?

He may be dying.

Self defense?

No.

Witnesses?

Me.

And everybody in here last night.

No excuse for it.

No excuse.

No wonder you ended it between us.

Don't blame it on Billy Roy.

Find what you're lookin' for?

Well, well, well.

First time I couldn't open the door

for you, Vince.

I want him loose.

You want?

I'll tell you what you get.

That cannon back in Mexico

where it belongs,

and you in a Mexican court tellin'

how you stole it

and why you did this.

Make him open the door, Vince!

Get these things off me.

You have till sundown

to get Billy Roy free on the street.

I'll come in for him,

and if he isn't walking free

down the street,

I'm gonna turn that cannon loose.

I'll wipe this town off the face of the earth.

You steaI powder and shot, too?

Well, you know me, Jess.

Always thorough.

Well, till sundown.

- Or, if you're smart, before.

- You're not leaving here.

Who stops me? You?

Outside.

Don't you leave me, Vince. Vince!

Don't you leave your brother!

I'm not gonna leave you.

Vince.

Jess, you've forgotten how I operate.

You think I'd come into this town

naked as a jaybird?

Let's see.

It's just about time.

All right, I'll take Billy Roy

out the back way right now.

He stays.

And what about them?

That Lieutenant is coming in here to ask

about a man with a new shot mark

on his neck.

Vince!

If you want to keep Billy Roy alive,

you go outside and make sure

he doesn't ask.

All right, I'll get rid of them, Jess.

After I do, you've got untiI last light

to get Billy Roy free on the street.

All right, out. Move!

Por favor, I'd like to talk to you, por favor.

Afterwards, seor.

First, I must see the law officer.

About a wagon, Lieutenant?

A wagon with a big piece

of canvas over it?

And a man with a bullet burn on his neck?

How do you know about these things?

I move around.

But why do you tell me about the wagon

and this man?

Reward.

I hear 20,000 American dollars.

$10,000, seor.

Well, I heard wrong. $10,000.

And you can lead us to this wagon

and this man?

For $10,000.

The reward will be paid, seor,

when the wagon and the man

are recovered and sent back to Mexico.

A hundred yards above the river crossing.

- Do tell.

- I'll slow them down.

Come in.

- How is he?

- Better than you think.

I've come to ask a favor, Dan.

Ask.

Give me permission to let Billy Roy go.

Jess, that's admitting you're guilty

as accused.

If we don't set Billy Roy free,

Vince Hackett will blow

your whole town apart.

He's got that cannon out there.

He says he'll fire it. I believe him.

Don't let Billy Roy loose.

There won't be much left.

You can't give in to him.

You let a handfuI of filth scare us,

you got nothing left.

Hold that prisoner, Jess.

I'll hold him.

I'll be right back.

Jess?

Do you want to kill Dan?

He can't move or be moved.

If all it takes is to let that animaI

you've got in jaiI go free, let him go.

I'll do like he says, Mrs. Ramsey.

Don't be a damn fooI! Let him go!

My husband made this town safe.

Don't listen to him now.

He's hurt. Out of his head.

I'm sorry.

That's your target over there.

I want that gun trained flat on.

Now, let's see what we got here.

Powder.

Fuses.

Long sticks.

BeautifuI. BeautifuI.

You know, the woman at the store

that sold me this must have thought

I was prospecting for gold

at the bottom of the earth.

Yeah.

Do you know what an inch left

on a cut off of this can do?

No, what?

It means a difference in yards

where that dynamite hits.

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