Fury at Furnace Creek Page #2

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of the Indians and opening of the territory.

I object. General Blackwell has testified

he did not write the order to recall the escort.

- Objection sustained.

- General Blackwell...

would you please tell the court

the names of your immediate relatives.

Mrs. Blackwell is dead.

I have two sons:

Captain Rufe Blackwell,

United States Artillery...

and Cash Blackwell,

not in the service.

Could it be possible

that either of your sons...

has a share or interest in the Furnace Creek

Mining and Development Syndicate?

No! Captain Blackwell

is instructing in tactics at West Point.

- He has no interests other than his career as an officer.

- And your other son?

I have not seen or communicated

with him for some time.

- For how long?

- A number of years! I resent this effort...

to indicate that members of my family

are involved in this despicable affair!

It's contrary to all procedure!

Strange you haven't heard

from your brother.

What's strange about that?

I know he and the general had a falling-out,

but at a time like this, one would think-

Cash never knew the meaning

of family loyalty.

- Oh, I'm not defending him, Rufe. It's just that I-

- I'd rather not discuss it.

Captain Blackwell, will you come in please?

Your father's had an attack.

- Hey, uh, your name is Blackwell, ain't it?

- It is.

You any relation to

a General Fletcher Blackwell?

- Not that I know of. Why?

- He just died.

Lucky for him he did,

or they'd have probably hung him.

Well...

I'll go and see if they've decided

what to do with you yet.

You're a free man, Mr. Blackwell.

Hey. Marshal says you was right after all.

That was a marked deck.

- Here's your gun, sir.

- Thanks.

Thank the marshal for me.

It says here,

"The transcript of court-martial testimony...

"can be made available

to interested persons...

"by applying to:

Thejudge Advocate General's Office...

War Department, Washington, D.C."

- Good. I'd like to file an application immediately.

- What's the case in question?

The court-martial

of General Fletcher Blackwell.

I'm trying to locate

a retired army officer.

- Western command?

- Yes.

- Recently retired?

- Very recently.

Well, we ought to have

a file on him then.

- Name and rank.

- Grover A. Walsh...

captain, cavalry, Sixth Regiment.

Captain Walsh did live here.

He moved about a month ago.

- Poor man.

- Why do you say that?

Oh, I just meant, it was a shame to see

a gentleman like him drinkin' so heavy.

- Do you know where he moved to?

- Didn't say what town.

Just mentioned something

about the new territory.

Thanks.

That helps some.

- Howdy.

- Nice and cool here.

- Sit a while.

- Thanks.

- Jones's the name. Peacefuljones.

- Tex Cameron.

- From Texas?

- That's right.

Never met a fella yet from Texas

they didn't call "Tex. "

- State law.

- State law. Yeah, that's good.

- State law.

- Do they put you here often?

Just Saturday nights.

Took six of'em to do it this time.

No calaboose in town?

They're buildin' one.

Sure gonna be mighty lonesome Sundays

when they get it finished.

- You stayin' here?

- Maybe.

- Lookin' for a job?

- Depends on what it is.

Too bad you ain't a teamster.

I could sure use one.

- How do you know I'm not?

- With them hands?

Hands tell a lot about a fella.

Now, I'd peg you for a city man...

or... gambler...

or maybe a gunman.

- Hot, ain't it?

- Yeah.

Saturday night sure will make you thirsty

Sunday mornin'.

Too bad the town's all closed up.

- I could bring you a drink.

- It ain't closed that tight.

You don't have to trouble yourself bringin' it.

I'll go with ya.

- How about this hardware you're wearing?

- Don't you worry about that.

- You do this often?

- Just on Sundays.

Oh, boy!

Heh-heh-heh-hey.

- Hi, Peaceful.

- Hi, joe.

Whiskey.

Same.

How come this place is open?

I thought everything was sewed up on Sundays.

Belongs to the syndicate,

like the hotel.

Mr. Leverett don't like sin on Sundays.

But if you gotta have it...

he figures you better have it in his place.

Whiskey, joe.

I'll pay you tomorrow.

Cash on the line, Captain. Orders.

- Aw, I left my wallet in my room. Surely

you can just- - I said, it was orders.

You want 'em changed?

See the man that makes 'em.

- Join us, Cap'n? Another glass, joe.

- Well, thanks, Mr. -

- Cameron.

- Walsh is my name.

I knew a lot of officers

down in Laredo.

- Ever stationed in Texas, Cap'n?

- No.

Cap was with the Sixth, weren't ya?

Yeah.

Famous outfit.

You must've been proud of it.

To the Sixth Cavalry, sir.

I'd like to reciprocate, but unfortunately

I left my wallet in my room.

You'll have plenty of time, Cap'n.

I'm gonna be here for quite a spell.

Coming, Peaceful?

So long, joe.

See ya, Cap.

Bring that bottle back.

I didn't say I was through.

- I told you twice already, I-

- Your job is to serve the customers! Do it.

Where did you get a $10 gold piece?

- See you later, Peaceful.

- Remind me, Tex, I owe you one next payday.

- You're starting a little early, aren't you?

- Well, what if I am?

It's bad for your health.

You ought to pull yourself together, Walsh.

- Well, don't worry about me.

- I'm not, but Mr. Leverett might.

Maybe a little worry will do him good.

You want me to tell him that?

I don't care what you tell him.

- Stay with 'em, Charlie. You'll beat 'em.

- Thanks.

- Make her fast, joe. Where's that waiter? Hey, waiter!

- Yes, sir.

- Set 'em up for here.

- Four beers comin' up.

Yeah, and make it snappy, will ya?

- Two pair. - Aces

and jacks. - Beats me.

Straight, seven high.

- Mmm. Hey, waiter, fill it up.

- Yes, sir.

- Five dollars.

- Out.

- Raise it.

- Call.

- What do you do, Captain?

- Um, call.

You got a gun, Captain?

- Oh, why? What's-What's the matter?

- Put it on the table.

If you've got a queen of spades

in that handkerchief, start shootin'.

L- I haven't got any card there.

- Your move.

- Now- Now wait a minute!

Sorry. But that card was planted

on Captain Walsh by you.

I don't usually butt in on personal matters,

but Captain Walsh is my friend.

I don't know who you are.

I'll see you again.

- Well, boys, you care to go on with the game?

- No thanks. It's past my bedtime.

Mine too.

I'm indebted to you once again,

Mr. Cameron.

He figured to kill you.

And this would've made it look right.

- Why?

- I don't know.

You better be giving it some thought.

I may not be around the next time.

I haven't done anything to anybody.

He just lost his head.

- You sure of that?

- I don't know what you mean.

Suit yourself.

But after this, you better keep your door locked

and don't go out nights.

- If you'll excuse me.

- Your chips-You better cash 'em in.

Oh, yeah.

Mr. Shanks wants to see you upstairs.

Room 5.

That's very nice of him,

but, uh, who's Mr. Shanks?

- He runs this place for Mr. Leverett.

- I'll go right up.

- What are the blues worth?

- A dollar.

You owe me 10.

Your gun.

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