Four Faces West Page #2

I won't be seeing you again.

Thanks for everything.

Put me down

for a seat.

Fay Hollister.

Junior!

Where are you, Junior?

Junior!

Mama!

Junior!

Where's Junior?

Want a bite, Mom?

Junior!

Pa, I'm so worried.

Will you stop worrying?

Everything's gonna be all right.

I can't help it. L-

Oh, Mr. McEwen.

Have you heard the news?

There's a killer loose.

Is that so? Who'd he kill?

Ma, there you go again.

Nobody's been killed. She heard some

talk about a fellow who held up a bank.

You don't say. Have they

picked up his trail yet?

If they have not,

they will soon.

There's a very big

reward for him.

All right.

Let's get on, folks.

Junior, get back here

where you belong!

Hurry up.

Giddup! Giddup!

Giddup!

Is it much farther

to Gallup?

Naw, we'll make it

in a couple days, easy.

You mean, we'll be

doing this all day long?

Except when they stop to

water the horses at Anderson.

You're gonna wear yourself out if you

keep fighting every bump, Miss Hollister.

Just lean back and relax. Relax?

On this bouncy bandwagon?

Sure, you can, if you try.

Just sit limp and roll with it.

Oh, I'm sorry.

My pleasure, miss.

Here.

Lean against me.

Uh-uh.

I said relax.

There's our stop up ahead.

Right by Inscription Rock.

Howdy, Al. Where'd you

get all the customers?

Washout on a line.

Think you can fit us?

Be a pleasure.

Might take a little time.

Say, why don't you folks look around a

little? You might find it interesting.

All right, folks. Get down. Don't

wander off too far. We'll be eating soon.

"Paso por aqui. "

What does that mean

in English?

Uh, paso por aqui

means, uh,

"Pass this way-"

"He pass this way. "

They stopped to carve

their names in the rock?

Oh, Miss Hollister,

this you must know...

about El Moro, this rock.

Very long ago, many people

are unhappy in their own land.

So they come here

to start a new life...

in this so-wonderful

country of yours.

They reach here.

But out there is wilderness,

and maybe they never return.

Then they look up

at El Moro standing here,

so strong,

and it give them strength.

For here they find

water, shade and shelter.

And so people will know that they had

been here, that they passed this way,

they carve into the stone with daggers a record

- maybe a gravestone.

"Paso por aqui. "

And the year of it.

Adventurous scoundrels,

but brave men, all of them,

who have left their-

how do you say it-

impression, "imprenta"-

Imprint.

That is it.

Imprint.

Brave men who leave their

imprint on El Moro for us to read.

Oh, I'm sorry. The rock,

it make me forget myself.

I hope I have not

talked too much.

No, I was just thinking,

isn't it strange how

everything worthwhile in life...

is made possible only by

sacrifice. S, seorita.

Grub's on!

Come and get it!

It's good!

Well, not to be rushin' you

folks, but we'll be rollin' soon.

- More coffee?

- No, thanks.

Hello, boys.

What brings you this way?

Tryin' to catch up with the mail hack. Got

some reward posters on that bank bandit.

I want you to drop them off at

the sheriff's office at Gallup.

- Sure.

- Bandit?

Where's Junior? Where's Junior? Junior!

Junior! Junior, where

are you? Come here!

Oh, Junior. It's just like I

told ya, Pa. We'll all be killed.

There ain't nothin' to

get jumpy about, ma'am.

No. We figure he ain't

nowhere around here.

Tack these up someplace,

will you, Anderson?

A bank bandit?

What's this all about?

Well, a fella walked into the Santa

Maria bank, don't fire a shot...

and walks out with $2,000.

He even give the banker an I. O.

U for it, signed Jefferson Davis.

Jefferson Davis?

Yeah, and that ain't all.

While he's robbing the bank,

guess who's down the street...

making a speech

about the law?

Pat Garrett! That ain't

so funny to the banker.

He's put up a $3,000 reward

for him, dead or alive.

Dead or alive?

What kind of laws do you have

out here? He only stole $2,000.

Why, it doesn't

make sense.

I think maybe perhaps

the banker means to prove...

it is more profitable to

catch a bandit than to be one.

Well, of course, crime must be

punished, but to kill a man for stealing-

You're in the West now, Miss Hollister.

It seems everybody gets law-abiding...

when there's

a reward at stake.

Time to be rollin',

folks.

Come, Junior.

Uh, don't suppose any of you saw

a tall hombre riding a buckskin...

with a "raft

and wine glass" brand.

I figure him to stay out of

sight of trains or mail hacks.

I just thought you might have seen

him before you got on the train...

if you happen to come

from Santa Maria way.

- Well, uh, I- I just-

- Senor.

You will excuse me, please.

Perhaps you have

overlooked one thing.

If your Mr. Jefferson Davis

have the cunning to rob a bank...

under the nose of the very great

Pat Garrett and escape,

then I think he would not long

remain on a buckskin horse.

If I were this man, I would be on

my way to Mxico muy pronto, yes, no?

Yeah, I suppose so.

Anderson, how about some food?

Mister, you aren't wearing

a leather jacket.

Go on, go on.

Your mother wants you.

Ma, that man there-

Oh!

Junior, you get-

Stop crying, or I'll give you

a good whipping.

Miss Hollister, if we do not hurry,

the driver, he will go off without us.

I suppose leather jackets

and checkered bandanas...

are rather common

out here, aren't they?

Quin sabe, seorita? But I think

soon that eight or nine innocent men...

who wear them will be in

jail, or maybe shot or hanged.

We gotta go.

Senorita, the hack.

Checkered neckerchief.

Say, Mr. Garrett, there was a fellow

- I remember now!

He cut himself, and I got a

railroad nurse to fix him up.

Yes, sir. That was the same night

some deputy searched the train.

Didn't find nothin', though. That railroad nurse

- What's her name?

Miss Hollister. Do you

know where she was going?

Yes, to that new hospital

at Alamogordo.

There.

How's that?

Fine.

We'll be getting into

Alamogordo soon.

That's where I get off.

I know.

Card?

I'll take two.

Three.

I'll take four.

I'll bet one white chip.

Call that.

Call.

I am being very foolish.

I will raise the bet.

I guess I'll call.

Ooh! All hearts!

Oh, I guess I won't.

Neither will I.

That's good enough for me.

Alamogordo, 15 minutes.

Sorry, boys,

I got to leave.

Lovely night, isn't it? Yes.

Yes, it is.

Miss Hollister-

Yes?

Do you mind if I smoke?

Not at all.

The night always

changes things somehow.

Everything seems soft,

gentle.

Shuts out other things.

Troubles.

Miss Hollister...

you'll be getting off

soon, and,

well, there's

- there's something I want you to know about me.

That day I got on the train,

the day you fixed my arm,

I was grateful,

but I never intended-

You see, when I got on

the train, I was- I was-

Alamogordo next.

Ten minutes.

You were saying?

Oh, it- it wasn't important.

Well, I suppose

I'd better get my things.

I hope everything

turns out well for you.

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