Frontier Marshal Page #5

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Drop your reins

and get off the box!

- It's Curly Bill. He's piled rocks on the road.

- Well, turn around.

We'll hold them off

while you're doing it.

Come on!

Grab the reins!

Well, that takes care of Carter.

- Hey, Doc, you hurt bad?

- No, it's nothing. Just my left arm.

Come on.

Move over and give me the reins.

They're coming back!

Something must have happened!

Yo!

Somebody get a doctor.

The doctor is gone to Bisbee.

I'll take care of him.

Better luck next time.

- Curly Bill?

- Yeah.

Ah. So this is Tombstone.

Boiling water.

Get me some boiling water.

Get it yourself.

I ain't takin' no orders from you.

Get me some boiling water.

You heard her, Jerry.

Better get some boiling water.

All right, Doc... for you.

It's not bad, John. No bone or arteries involved.

I'll put a dressing on it.

All right, Nurse.

It's your case.

Huh! Here, now you hold this...

and sit still till I get back.

How do you reckon Curly Bill found out

the stage was leavin' on Sunday?

- I got a pretty good idea.

- Yeah?

I'm sorry, dear.

I didn't know that...

You didn't know what?

Oh, nothing, nothing.

Kind of like old times for you.

Yes, like old times.

- Remember?

- I remember you driving

through a raging blizzard...

to deliver a baby

at the Wilsons's farm...

and then catching pneumonia

and nearly dying.

You know, you were

my very first real case, John.

I bit your thermometer in two.

Scared you nearly to death.

And left the hospital three weeks too soon

and... had to be nursed all over again.

Well, not a very good job of nursing.

Look at your patient now.

If you had obeyed your nurse,

you wouldn't be here now.

All right.

All right,

hurry up and get out of here.

Doc and me wants to be alone.

I won't need you anymore.

You won't need me anymore?

Say, you trying to run me out of here?

I'm telling you to leave.

Hear what she's saying, Doc?

I'm afraid there's nothing I can do about it.

This is a hospital for the moment.

- She's the nurse in charge. I think you better go.

- Hmph.

- I won't. And she can't make me.

- I think I can.

- I've had quite some experience with violent cases!

- Aah!

- Hey, what's the idea?

- She threw me out! She threw me out!

- Good. That's just where you belong: Out.

- Yeah? If you and that dame...

Listen, I've had enough of your nonsense.

You tipped off Carter about the stage.

- Who says so?

- Never mind who says so.

I got every reason to believe...

You've got every reason to believe.

Sure, you believe what you just wanna believe.

- You've been after me since you come here.

- Let's forget about the stage.

But I'm warning you. You keep away

from Halliday and behave yourself...

or I'm gonna

run you out of town.

Yeah?

- You and who?

- Come on, come on.

Get.

There. Comfortable?

No, and I won't be

until you leave Tombstone.

Let's not talk about that anymore.

You've tried your best

to drive me away.

You've lied. You've done everything.

But it's no use, John.

I'm staying. I like the town,

I like your friend the marshal...

I wish I could make you understand.

It's all so unfair to you.

- I won't be around long.

- Yes, you will.

Hmm! You're telling the doctor?

John, do you remember

in the hospital...

- when I read aloud to you from Julius Caesar?

- Yeah.

There was a line in the first act

that went something like this:

Cowards die many times

before their death,

the brave but once.

- I'm a coward?

- You've become one, John.

You're afraid of living,

and you're afraid of dying.

No, I'm not afraid of dying.

Yes, afraid of dying.

Oh, all this going around killing

and hoping to be killed isn't courage.

Well, that's just a cover for fear.

Why, you're frantic with fear.

You're not displaying any more courage

than a Malay who runs amok.

Ahh, I don't know what

you're talking about.

Well, maybe I'm not

making myself very clear.

But my idea of courage...

is taking what's coming to you...

without striking out

right and left like a wild man.

I believe in fighting, yes...

but fighting with

an orderly mind, hopefully.

Oh, words, just words.

Well, they're not just words, John.

If you'd forget guns and forget killings...

and learn to think calmly and kindly...

you'd get well.

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That's the way

it's gonna stay... closed.

- By whose authority?

- Mine.

If you boys want Carter's body, you'll find it

just the other side of the pass.

You don't think you've heard

the last of this, do you?

- Yeah. I reckon Curly Bill's had

enough, for a while anyway.

- You better reckon again.

Curly'll get you

and Doc Halliday for this...

if he has to tear this camp

up by the roots.

And I'll be right here to help him.

You talk too much

for a fightin' man, Pringle.

Thanks, Doc.

Pablo! Pablo!

- Pablo! Pablo! Who done it?

- Somebody help!

- I'll take him.

- I'll kill him!

- You don't have to. It's been done.

- Oh!

Oh, my! Oh, senor!

- Clear that stuff off of the table!

- Please, senor!

Oh, my Pablo!

Oh, senor!

Bring some towels, quick!

He's bleedin' bad. Somebody get the doctor.

- He won't be back until morning.

- Can't anybody do something?

My Pablo, he die!

Oh, my Pablo!

- Yeah, wait a minute. I know.

- Si, senora. Please, pronto!

I'm sorry, Sarah, but...

Hey, you, you're needed.

Little Pablo's just been shot.

Come on, come on.

Senor, you think he'll be all right?

Huh? Pablito, mijo.!

- We all stand here. Anyone

can do nothing for my Pablo.

- Come on, boys.

- He's dying.

- Gangway. Make way.

Say, she's a nurse.

Maybe she can do something.

Here, put your fingers there. It'll check

the hemorrhage until the doctor comes.

The doctor's out of town.

Will someone get Dr. Halliday?

- By gosh, Doc is a doctor.

- That's right, but he's all stove up.

- Will someone please get Dr. Halliday?

- Yeah. I'll get him for ya.

Make way.

Oh. Come on, Doc.

You're wanted.

Here he is, Doc.

Now let go.

Take hold.

- It's a severed artery. There's nothing I can do.

- You've got to do something.

- You can't let the boy die...

- Under the most favorable conditions...

it's a delicate operation,

far beyond me.

- What can I do with one arm and no instruments?

- I'll get you some instruments.

- Do you know where the doctor lives?

- Yeah.

- Take me there quickly.

- Come on.

Doc, please, do something for my boy.

- My boy!

- Boil some water, lots of it.

- Si.

- Get me some basins and a

mirror from the girls' room...

- and all your clean towels.

- Right, Doc.

- Doctor not in.

- I know, you big cow. Get out of the way.

Quick, it's a matter of life or death.

Where does the doctor keep his instruments?

You know, instruments.

Cuchillos. Things he cuts with.

There's nothing here.

Doc's taken everything with him to Bisbee.

- Take this.

- What's the good of all this?

- Doc can't do anything with

no instruments, can he?

- I don't know.

- Come on. Get out of the way!

- No get out of way.

- But a little boy... muchacho's dying.

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