Dallas Page #4

...and men had dug

their hobnails into us...

...I'd have been an outcast too.

I wish now I'd never laid eyes on him.

Why do you say that?

I'm a fool. I'm trying to arrange

a pardon for him.

- Lf I succeed...

- Have you told him?

Oh, no. Nor can you.

Hopes can be brutal, Tonia...

...if they don't materialize.

How's things in Dallas?

I saw Senora Walters.

She will do as you say.

And Bryant Marlow?

Like you, he stays out of sight.

Thanks for the loan of your horse.

- Where are you going?

- Hunting.

- You're not well enough to ride.

- I'm fine.

You can't arrest Bryant Marlow alone,

not with that pack he has around him.

Arresting's your idea.

Well, I lose my bet.

- What bet?

- With myself.

- Once you started serving your country...

- I have no country.

- And you call me "foreigner. "

- You and all blue-belly.

We washed your gray

and hung it out to dry.

Not mine, Yankee.

If you wanna try, just send

for that Gettysburg brother of yours.

He's still at Gettysburg.

Well, I guess I'm wearing a good name.

Had one of my own once.

Small pumpkins maybe, compared to

the railroading Weatherbys, but it set well.

It meant "cotton. "

I been talking in my sleep.

Soil around here would grow better cotton

than ever came out of Georgia.

- You ought to put a bug in Felipe's ear.

- I've got a bug in my own.

I want to get a railroad headed this way.

This is a big country, Reb.

You said so yourself.

Cotton, railroads.

Weatherby, Hollister.

Dreams, fried up, short order.

Must they be dreams?

You know what "Texas" means?

It's an Indian word for "friend. "

It's a big land with room for everyone.

You could be a part of it, in time.

Time? That's for you two love-doves.

The space of a lifetime to be together.

I've got no time.

For me, time's running out.

- What's up?

- Senor, she says...

I wanna talk to Marshal Weatherby.

- Well, who are you?

- Mrs. Walters, Mrs. Bill Walters.

I'm the marshal. What's wrong?

That Bryant Marlow, bullying

and threatening for his brother Will.

He's bringing a bill of sale out tonight,

made for me to sign away Bill's leavings.

- Where?

- At my house, right outside of Dallas.

- Well, I'll go with you.

- Bless you.

- Who was it?

- Senora Walters.

Senora Walters? Impossible.

I just left her in Dallas.

- Then who...?

- I don't know.

Carlos.

Carlos...

...call the vaqueros.

Find the marshal

and tell him the woman lied.

Alberto! Manuel!

Higher.

Higher.

Nice work, Flo.

Get down off that horse.

Just raring to ride, huh?

Yeah, too much "giddap"

and not enough "whoa. "

I knew you weren't Mrs. Walters.

Figured I'd gamble on a lead.

Remember how you poured it into Cullen?

You're rushing me, but I'll try.

Just take your time.

I never did like to eat

my striped candy too quick.

Scared?

Bumps like an alligator.

You shoot,

and you will draw them in here.

Let them chase an empty saddle.

Slippery as a greased hog, ain't you?

But it ain't gonna gain you nothing.

Pop that gun off, it'll cost you $ 10,000.

- What are you talking about?

- The town hall.

I posted my cashier's check

with the bank.

Will gets it when he comes in

with the deed, if I sign the release.

Don't you bite on that.

No Marshal Weatherby, no 10,000.

And Will

will just skin you alive.

- Lf you don't plug him, I will.

- Let him have it, lummox.

Oh, shut up. I'm trying to think what...

What Will would do

if he was doing the thinking.

It's a good gamble, Bryant.

My life against a wad of money.

I'll just ride out of here...

...nice and easy...

...while you're thinking.

Will will call down

fire and brimstone on you.

What would Will do?

Well, what am I worrying about Will for?

It's me he's got the evidence on.

I'm worth more than $ 10,000 to me!

You'd get your pockets picked

in a graveyard.

Sap-sucking yahoo.

He won't get far in this brush

on my horse.

Reno. Reno, boy.

Reno.

Gerry, you and Bill

circle this thicket here.

Rest of you, fan out

but don't let him get away.

Reno, boy.

Reno.

Reno.

Hey, fellas, Reno throwed him!

He's afoot!

Come on, root him out!

Hey.

Hey! Help! Get over here!

Think you're smart, don't you?

Hey, you fellas, get over here!

Hey!

Hey, you fellas, get in here.

Come on, cut me down.

- What happened?

- Never mind what happened. Cut me down.

Here he comes.

Where's Will Marlow now?

Matt Coulter's inside doing the honors.

You gotta make Will believe

you're on his side, remember.

Downright perjury.

In case...

Don't ask me to bear witness

against myself.

A job like that takes a big-caliber man,

Mr. Marlow.

Just call me Will.

Evening, Matt. Evening, Mr. Marlow.

- Evening, judge.

- Oh, just call him Will.

I was telling Mr. Marlow about our idea.

We got to have a go-getter for mayor.

Oh, indubitably.

In a city such as ours, we'll need lights...

...pavements...

...indoor water closets.

Oh, good evening, marshal.

Pour yourself some spirits.

- Good evening, marshal.

- We've been feeling Mr. Marlow out...

...on running for mayor.

- Marshal won't think I'm a go-getter.

I been working on that deed for you,

but Mrs. Walters here...

Didn't she tell you?

I bought the deed from her.

- Evening, Mrs. Walters.

- Good evening, marshal.

I'm afraid Mr. Marlow won't be available

to run for mayor.

- Why not?

- I aim to have him behind bars.

That's a mighty poor joke.

I wouldn't advise making

irresponsible statements, marshal.

He's in cahoots with his brother.

One's guilty, so is the other.

Somebody's lying. Anybody says I was

ever tied up with Bryant, I'll sue for libel.

Bryant just got through ambushing me.

It ain't possible.

He wouldn't dare to go against...

He had a. 44 halfway down my gullet.

- You drilled him.

- He shot the guns right off me.

I had to talk my way out.

He let you...?

Praise heaven he saw the light.

No man wants his brother

to have a killing on his soul.

Interesting thing is

how I talked my way out.

He didn't know I'd bought

the Chuckaway any more than you.

He thought if he killed me,

it'd cost you money.

Figured it better to let me walk out

than to have you on his neck.

Mr. Marlow, this is hard to believe...

...that a citizen like you...

- It's Bryant, that renegade.

He's always been against me.

Hates my law-abiding principle.

He's trying to put the blight on me.

Will's right.

Bryant pulled one on you, marshal.

Will's in the clear. Why, you were there.

He promised to post a reward

for Bryant's capture.

I'd hate to hang by my toes till you do.

Well, you know, a man hates

to put the dead mark on his brother.

You hear that?

He's making it dead or alive.

Now, any man that's big enough for that

is big enough for mayor.

- Yeah!

- Yeah, he's right!

You're right, Matt.

You're going to eat crow, marshal.

I'm authorizing you

to announce my reward:

Two thousand dollars for Bryant Marlow.

- Dead or alive.

- I guess I ought to be man enough...

...to say I'm wrong, Mr. Marlow.

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