Fury at Furnace Creek Page #5

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I'll be out in back.

- Well, Cap'n, what's the verdict?

- I'm sorry I bothered you this morning.

Really wasn't anything

to get that excited about.

It was just that I was upset about the other night,

began imagining things.

So they've decided

to let you live a while longer.

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- Maybe I can refresh your memory.

I wouldn't try if I were you. It may be healthier

all around to let the matter drop...

before somebody begins to wonder

why you're so interested.

Threats, Captain?

Let's say, a word to the wise in gratitude

for having saved my life the other night.

You really think

you're out of the woods, huh?

I don't think we have

anything further to discuss.

You're in this way over your head, Walsh.

You'll be needing me again,

and when you do, remember the terms.

- Is that all you have to say?

- That's all. The next move is yours.

Cap'n Walsh.

My treat.

Your piece of silver.

- Bet five.

- Call.

- Wonder what he's doin' out here.

- Who is he?

Captain Blackwell,

General Blackwell's son-

you remember, the general who was court-martialed

on account of that massacre business.

- You're sure?

- Of course I'm sure.

Used to be my company commander

back in Fort Douglas. Your bet.

Deal me out.

- You seen Captain Walsh around here lately?

- Yeah, he left early tonight...

sober too.

- Are you positive?

- The fella said he was in his outfit at Fort Douglas.

Send up that new man, um,

Tex whatever his name is.

- I can handle it, Mr. Leverett.

- You've got your job for the night.

Go on.

Get him up here.

Whiskey, joe.

- Mr. Leverett wants to see you in his office.

- All right.

Save it, joe.

Hey, joe.

- Who is this Leverett?

- It ain't "this Leverett. " It's "Mr. Leverett. "

- And he owns this place?

- This place and practically every place hereabouts.

You ever hear of the Furnace Creek

Mining and Development Syndicate?

Well, he's it. Fella you just saw here

is one of his bodyguards.

Thank you, joe.

Come in.

- I'm Tex Cameron. Do you want to see me?

- Yes. Come in.

Sit down, Cameron.

I always like to know the boys

that work for me-

especially the ones whose duty it is

to look after my interests.

- Coffee?

- No thanks.

- It's been a pretty peaceful job so far.

- I hope it stays that way.

When the Sixth Cavalry moves in

the day after tomorrow...

I'd like them to find

a quiet, well-run town.

- Shanks didn't tell me the army was moving in.

- He didn't know about it either.

- Well, I guess you won't be needing me anymore after that.

- On the contrary.

One of the penalties for success

is that you make enemies.

The man at the top is like the bull's-eye on a target.

Everybody's after him.

I wouldn't know anything about that.

I've never been where you are.

Hmm.

Well, it has its drawbacks.

A lot of people hate me

for a lot of reasons.

With some, it's ordinary jealousy.

With others-

Take, for instance,

there was a general...

involved in some way

with that massacre out at the fort-

uh, Blackwell his name was.

- You may have heard of it.

- Yeah, I remember reading something about it.

There was a great deal of bitterness

at the general's court-martial.

The defense claimed

that he was the victim of a plot...

and because I was

the first one into the territory...

you'll hear talk

that I was implicated in the affair.

I never listen to small talk

unless I'm paid to.

Unfortunately other people do.

General Blackwell's son is here in town.

- Yes?

- I want you to keep an eye on him.

- Well, do you think he's here to make trouble?

- I don't know.

That's why I want you to watch him.

That shouldn't be too difficult.

I'll take care of it, Mr. Leverett.

Don't you want to know

how to locate him?

I guess that would be a good idea.

That's the trouble

with you quick-trigger boys:

You need somebody else

to do your thinking for you.

He's going under the name

of"Gilmore. "

He's staying here at the hotel,

Room 12,just down the hall.

Gilmore in 12.

Yes, sir.

How soon does the stage leave?

- About a half hour.

- Well, check me off. I'll wait outside.

I told you this mornin',

you ain't on the list.

Well, I must be. Mr. Leverett said he'd arrange it.

You better check again.

I don't have to check.

I made up the list and you ain't on it.

- But there must be some mistake.

- There's no mistake.

I've been looking for you, Captain.

- Just a minute. I wanna talk to you.

- Yeah?

Thought you may be interested to know

they've learned who you are...

- and they got a pretty good idea what you came here for.

- I suppose you told them.

That's what you're paid for, isn't it-

to look out for Mr. Leverett's interests?

Remember that time when we were kids

and I pulled you out of the swimming hole...

Just as you were going down

for the third time?

Well, I made a big mistake.

I should've let you drown.

- You seen Tex Cameron?

- No. Good heavens, what happened to you?

A broken window. I fell. I've got to find Cameron.

Thought he might be here.

I don't know where he is.

Let me get something for those cuts.

There isn't time. Get me a piece of paper.

I've got to write something down quick.

- Will this do?

- Yes, anything.

What have you got to write that's so important?

You can read it when I've finished.

The whole world can read it.

I'll get some bandages.

Captain!

Pop! Pop, Pop!

Stop!

Stop! Help!

Help!

Help!

- What's the matter?

- It's Captain Walsh. He's been shot.

Lock the doors, Pop.

Keep everybody out.

His face was cut like that

when he came in... looking for you.

I never saw anyone so excited,

Just like he knew someone was after him.

- Where were you when he was shot?

- I'd gone to get some bandages.

But before I left,

he asked for a pen and ink.

- Pen and ink?

- Yes.

- Was he writing something?

- Yes.

Well, where is it?

What happened to what he was writing?

I don't know.

After I found him here,

I ran to get Pop.

And when I got back,

Just as I came into the room...

I saw a man go out the side door.

- Who was the man?

- I never saw him before.

All I could tell was he was about your size

and wearing a dark blue shirt.

I'll send somebody after him, Pop.

- Who did it?

- Is he dead?

He's dead.

That's all I can tell you.

Open up, it's me.

Looks like you're taking my advice after all,

leaving town.

Yeah.

Planning on stopping me?

No, but I'd like to ask you a question

before you leave. Did you kill Walsh?

- Is he dead?

- You know he's dead.

Let's skip the small talk.

There isn't much time.

All right.

If it will set your mind at ease,

I didn't kill him. It was over when I got there.

- Report that to your boss.

- Don't be a fool. I'm here to help you.

- You're a trifle late.

- I won't be if you get rid of that shirt.

- They saw you coming out of Pop's Shack.

- I'll take care of myself.

And another thing,

I want that confession that Walsh wrote.

If they find it on you,

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