Forty Guns Page #2

- Blind?

- That's right.

What are the charges

against Brockie Drummond?

- Disturbing the peace.

- Disturbing the peace?

He shot a man

who wouldn't draw on him.

- Did you see it?

- No, but everybody knows it.

The Honorable District and Circuit Court,

County of Cochise is now in session.

Since no warrant was issued

for the arrest of the prisoner,

the argument was a personal one.

The prisoner produced signatures

of eyewitnesses swearing

he shot in self-defense.

Brockie Drummond, this court finds

you guilty of disturbing the peace.

A $50 fine. Release the prisoner,

his guns and his horse.

Court now stands adjourned.

No wonder Marshal Chisholm

never gave us any trouble.

He couldn't see.

Why did you shoot him?

- Was it over that half-breed?

- I don't know what you mean.

I don't want an unbranded calf in my corral

because of your carelessness...

and I'm tired of paying

for your mistakes.

- Did she get to you?

- Of course she did. They all do.

You'll wind up with a woman

in every placita and a calf in every corral.

- Give me your gun.

- Sometimes a man's gotta

blow off a little steam.

If you can't handle a horse

without spurs, you have no business riding.

Come on. Your guns.

Rio!

Why'd you run to my sister,

cry on her shoulder like the rest?

No, Brockie, I'm not like the rest.

Runnin'to her for help.

That makes you no different.

Who could I go to, Brockie?

Who could I turn to?

You know I'm alone, and you wouldn't

see me anymore.

I had to go to her.

You know what

you're gonna do?

You're gonna go to my sister, and you're

gonna tell her I never touched you.

No, Brockie.

I'm not going to lie to her.

She was kind to me.

She gave me money.

She said she would

help me, and that...

- You're gonna tell her it's a lie.

- No, Brockie.

I ought to shove you right off this cliff.

- You do, and your bread

and butter goes with me.

- If Jessica weren't your sister...

You'll never get her, Logan.

You're too clumsy, too weak.

You haven't got the stomach

for her kind of woman.

I've wanted to kill you lots of times

for the trouble that you cause her.

Why don't you grow up and stop

riding roughshod over these girls?

You've got a chance to amount to something

with a woman like Jessica behind you.

We paid Chisholm 300 a month.

We'd go to five to get you.

- Just the name Bonell is worth the extra

- Drop from line...

of bore five-eighths to eleven-sixteenths

at comb for low mounting.

Five-eighths to eleven-sixteenths.

There are worse jobs

than being city marshal.

Drop at heel between one

and one five-eighths.

One and one five-eighths.

It's time you settled down

in one place, Wes.

This is good wood for the stock.

Fiddle back grain. You don't want that.

Give me that new walnut

that just came in, Dad.

That, uh, flame grain.

This what you mean?

- Looks pretty good.

- Yeah?

- Just fine.

- First time I ever been measured for a rifle.

You've got a high cheekbone

and a low shoulder.

Gonna make trouble for you?

Nothing I can't handle.

How long will it take

to make this rifle for me?

A long time. You'll have to come in

every day for a fittin'.

Yeah?

I guess it is time I settled down.

But this town looks like any other town.

A Spanger rifle looks like any other rifle...

unless you know good work from bad.

This is pretty good work.

Never saw any better.

Yeah. This kind of rifle's

worth hangin' around for.

I never kissed a gunsmith before.

Any recoil?

Whoa!

Whoa.

I have a warrant for

one of your men, Miss Drummond.

Would you mind passing it down, please?

Mr. Connelly,

does the governor know about this?

It didn't come through

our office in Prescott.

- Judge Macy?

- It's not a local warrant.

- Is it in order?

- Yes, I think so.

It should be. It came direct from the

attorney general's office in Washington.

Mr. Logan, it's a reflection on you...

for one of your own deputies

to be charged with robbing the mails.

I'm sure he will surrender to the United

States government without resistance.

- Won't you, Mr. Swain?

- What are you talkin' about?

Are you Chief Deputy Swain?

- That's right.

- Then you know what

I'm talking about. Let's go.

You heard Mr. Bonell. Go with him.

One moment, please, Mr. Bonell.

Aren't you afraid of ambush?

I'm always afraid of losing government

property. Keeps me awake nights.

That's hard to believe after

what I've heard about you.

Just as hard for me to swallow

what I've heard about you.

Oh? And just what did you hear?

Would you gentlemen excuse us, please?

The whiskey's in the sideboard.

My reputation is going to suffer.

A deputy charged with robbing

the mails is hard to believe.

And I once arrested a lieutenant governor.

Horse thief.

- Don't forget this.

- I've got lots more of em.

- For my guests?

- Any more of em been robbing the mails?

Now, what do you want?

Logan wears the badge,

but he's afraid of guns.

The job pays well. Percentage

on commissions, and so forth.

And a man could get rich

on the "and so forth." Is that it?

- You offering me the job?

- You wouldn't have any

trouble getting elected.

- With your help?

- With or without my help,

a popular killer like you.

I don't figure the job is my size.

It could be any size you want it to be.

I'm not interested in you, Mr. Bonell.

It's your trademark.

- May I feel it?

- Uh-uh.

- Just curious.

- It might go off in your face.

I'll take a chance.

You could have broken my brother's skull.

I could have, if I tried.

I suppose I should be grateful

you weren't hired to kill him.

I don't kill for hire.

I'm sure you don't kill for fun.

I'm sure you're sure.

You asked for the whiskey.

That's good whiskey, Logan.

You oughta try it.

Whoa.

You check him in, Wes.

I'll see you at the hotel.

I disliked leavin' Miss Drummond's

peaceful dinner party, Mr. Bonell...

but as sheriff, I had to be back here

in my official capacity.

I appreciate that, Sheriff.

Give the prisoner anything he wants.

Room and board's on Uncle Sam.

Swain, I... I can't believe it.

Honest to goodness, a man in your position.

Here you are drawin' clean pay

every month, and you rob the mails.

You oughta go to a head doctor.

Excuse me. Come on.

How long does this...

this idiot got to board with us?

A couple of days, Sheriff.

Mr. Bonell...

Why don't you save the government

some money, hang him right now?

I wish I could, Sheriff,

but it's out of our jurisdiction.

Uh-huh. Did...

Did he do this all by himself?

I know how miserable you feel, Sheriff.

His kind puts a damper on

all peace officers in the county.

- I know that.

- It's true.

- This is to bind him over

to the attorney general.

- Oh?

Everything's gotta be read and signed.

- All of them. Government regulations.

- Of course. Yeah.

I'll pick 'em up later, with the prisoner.

Chico?

Chico!

Chico!

- Barney! Barney Cashman!

- Yeah?

Barney, come here.

- Yeah? What is it?

- Where's Chico?

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