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out of Dallas.

Now you're here, and you even

dragged these pack rats in.

It gets lonesome out there

in the barrancas.

Then go buy yourself a bottle.

I never worried about your not having

something to keep you company.

Which one of you is Bryant Marlow?

- Who are you?

- My name's Weatherby.

Marshal.

I told you I'm not interested

in buying any property right now.

You can take your deal somewheres else.

Don't bother me.

I'm Will Marlow. Sit down, marshal.

You ain't trailing my worthless brother,

are you, marshal?

I didn't say that.

I'm in the market

for some real estate.

I thought I might be accommodating

the new marshal with a dwelling.

I even heard they might send

Bill Hickok down here.

Bill? Oh, he's fired his last shot

for the law.

He got drilled?

Fought it out

with a fellow named Hollister.

Hol...?

Where is he?

Hickok? He's retired. He's on his way

east to do some play-acting.

No, Hollister, Reb Hollister.

Where is he?

- Oh, he's dead.

- Come on, we'd better get out of here.

- You sure?

- Hickok had it all his own way.

I just happened to be there

when Hollister was laid out cold.

This calls for a bottle of bonded.

We owe Wild Bill a drink.

Well, my call isn't social.

I wanna buy a building for a town hall.

I suppose you know a valid deed

when you see one.

Marshal, you don't need to worry where

Will Marlow and legalities are concerned.

Well, here's 500 on account.

I'll post the balance

of 10,000 at the bank...

...to be delivered by me

when you produce a deed.

Ten thousand?

- Ten thousand?

- That's a big bundle.

You happen to know of a good

ready-made hall?

Yep. Know one would make a dandy.

If I was to manipulate Bill Walters' head

in front of that top O in "saloon"...

...could you let air in it?

- Ain't nobody could make a shot like that.

- Especially not from here.

Bill Walters got some horses

I been wanting to trade for.

You know, I never expected to find

a marshal with so much civic spirit.

Been to Georgia lately, Mr. Marlow?

I've never been in Georgia.

- You have, Bryant.

- That ain't Bryant.

Meet Jason Trask, my handy boy.

- Well, here's to Bill Hickok.

- Here's to all good marshals.

You're doing your duty when you hunt

the likes of my brother Bryant.

You know, Mr. Weatherby here's likely

to be the ruination of your job, Jason.

Honest citizens

don't need a bodyguard...

...when there's a marshal around,

fit to keep the law.

Looks like one of them longhorns

got Bill Walters.

Poor old Bill.

You know, I've knowed

a lot worse skunks.

Odd happenstance. Walters' place

would make a fine town hall.

- Yeah.

- Who asked you?

- Gun's still warm.

- What gu...?

Don't cock that hammer,

you crazy coot.

Why not? Works good this way.

What's your name?

It's still cocked.

We're riding out. Coming?

Have you got no brains?

Shooting from this office,

smearing your filth on me.

Get out, you and your scum.

Take the back stairs,

and don't come back.

- What happened up there?

- I just spent 10,000 of your money.

Cullen, get that dude!

Keep a keen eye, Dirty.

You did this to Cullen.

You're tempting me, Bryant,

every second you're in my sight.

Come out of there, all of you,

with your fingers in your ears!

Wired trigger. Bryant Marlow's gun.

I should've known that.

My own brother Bryant...

...he's been a cloud on me

everywhere I tried to go.

Looks like an honest man

hasn't got a chance.

I tried to hold him for you, marshal...

...but he led Cullen wrong

and got him killed.

You done right...

...marshal.

You only followed duty.

I'll help Dallas

to set the noose around him.

I'll give a reward for his capture.

I'll pay my tithes

to set this county free.

- Marshal.

- Quiet. Don't let them know I'm shot.

Get the horses. Gotta get out of town

without advertising it.

Should've taken you

straight to a doctor.

That's how you lost Bull Run, Yankee:

Letting the enemy know your casualty.

He's right. It's best the Marlows

detect no weaknesses.

Don't worry. We are good doctors here.

We had to be.

What a brave one.

The valiente who was

to remove the Marlows.

You had your chance

at Will.

Why didn't you shoot first

and ask questions afterwards?

- Or is it that you're afraid?

- Luis.

- Go from this room.

- Let the little scorpion stay.

He's right. I was afraid.

Afraid I'd die

and leave Bryant Marlow alive.

I can't die, not until he's dead.

I'd give much

to be able to believe you.

- My brother wasn't always like that.

- He has a nasty bite.

Don't blame him. You'd be bitter, too,

if you were in his place.

Amelia, the iron.

Martin.

Let's face it, Tonia...

...Boston was one place

but this is another.

- Are you sorry you came?

- No, I didn't say that.

But every day I realize more that I've walked

into a world of which I know nothing.

- Could go back to your world, Martin.

- And admit I'm licked?

How long would I keep your love then?

I came here to take care of you...

...and I'll do it.

Martin.

That's for trying.

But learning to shoot like Mr. Hickok

won't help if you get sunstroke.

Here.

Duck!

Here comes Will.

Welcome, brother.

You can take over now.

I've had me a bellyful

of this coyote music...

...and I ain't just a bird cooing.

You'll stay here and like it.

That marshal's after you...

...so you pull a murder

for an introduction.

Harper says your gun's evidence enough

to hang you.

And I had to do plenty fast-talking

to keep myself out of your mess.

You and your talking.

If you'd done it my way, we'd be

living in the Robles' hacienda by now.

Hacienda, he says.

So I wind up living in a dirt-floor parlor.

- It's not your first one.

- Shut his mouth for him, Bryant.

Tell him what you said.

Tell him who's gonna be boss.

Boss? So that's it.

Do you want me to take a trip?

What for?

I might drop by some Army post.

Military always been interested what

happened to the Hollisters over in Georgia.

You was guiltier than I was.

- You're the one...

- To cover you, you trigger-crazy...

You leave evidence, Bryant. I don't.

That's why I could

give evidence against you.

But you're the only one that could.

She can now.

Can you handle her?

You'd better mind, Will. We don't want

no Cains or Abels on our souls.

- No Lot's wife either.

- Take it easy.

- Nobody has to get hurt.

- Except that marshal.

And I'll take care of him.

Last time you tried to take care of things,

you lost a gun.

Leave him to me.

I still got him on the hook for $ 10,000.

Town hall, remember?

If you know what's good for you, you just

keep putting the spurs to old Robles.

Martin...

...who is he?

He's a wanted criminal.

Is that such a blow to you, Tonia?

He's our friend.

I had to know the truth. I coded

a message to the Attorney General.

The government says he's carried on

guerrilla action but I've got his record.

I know who his victims were:

Carpetbaggers, men like Will Marlow.

I should arrest him, but how can I

when I know that if the South had won...

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