Fury at Furnace Creek Page #7

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and get away with it?

No! No!

Order! Order!

Order in the court! Order!

Order! Order!

Order in the court!

Mr. Public Defender,

have you anything to say for your man?

I, um- I haven't had a chance

to talk the situation over with my client.

But, uh, after hearing

all this testimony...

I don't see much point

in trying to change the facts.

The defense rests.

So be it. The jury will retire

and decide on the verdict.

- We've already decided. Your Honor, we find him-

- Wait a minute.

You, Blackwell.

Stand up according to hoyle.

- All right. Go ahead.

- We find him guilty.

Order! Order in the court!

So be it.

The sentence of this court is that the prisoner

will be hanged by the neck until dead.

Come on, you.

Get up the stairs. Go on.

Hold it.

Never mind this.

Out the window, quick.

- Go!

- Bird!

Round up some of the boys

and head south along the ridge.

- We'll take the Back Pass.

- Right.

If Walsh wrote what I think he wrote...

and they get out of the territory with it,

I'll kill you, so help me.

Come on.

Maybe this is as good a place as any

to make a stand.

We could hold a few of'em off,

but they'd just send back for more help.

We'd better separate.

They can't follow both of us. Here. Take this.

Follow the stream for a ways so you won't

leave any sign. Then cut up over the hill.

There's a town with a federal marshal

about 30 miles due west.

I'll cut back this way

and lead them off.

That's a good plan.

Only one thing wrong with it.

- Look. This is no time to argue.

- I don't want to argue.

You're a gambler.

We'll flip for it.

Heads, you're the decoy.

Tails, I am.

Heads, me.

Tails, you.

You better get goin'.

Wait a minute. Before you go,

there's something I want to say.

- Forget it.

- Well, good luck, Brother.

Whoa, whoa.

- One of'em went off this way.

- What do you mean, "one"?

There's only one trail.

- There he goes.

- You men follow the river.

Watch out for an ambush.

Come on.

You heard him.

Split up.

- He just went in the barracks.

- Good. Spread out.

Are you lookin' for someone?

Looks like this is the end of the line.

I wouldn't.

You've caused me a lot of trouble, Cameron.

I'd just as soon go out as Cash Blackwell,

if you don't mind.

So that's it.

General Blackwell's other son.

Well, that suits me fine

and explains a lot.

Where's that statement Walsh wrote?

- My brother's got it.

- You're lying.

You wouldn't go to all this trouble

and trust it to anybody else. Hand it over.

If I do, what then?

A quick bullet, nice and clean.

- And if I don't?

- The slow way.

Well, I tried. L-

It's out there in the hat band.

Get it.

- I don't think I can make it.

- Go on. Get it.

And then I rode my mule

right in the front door of the Crystal Bar.

Cash, it's come!

It's come!

It's all over the front page. Look.

Isn't it wonderful?

Oh, I'm sorry.

Did I hurt your arm?

It never felt better.

Well, I don't need no stone wall to fall on me

to know it's time to go.

What's your hurry?

New marshal said if I didn't stay put,

he's gonna get a bigger tree.

I'd sure hate to have him do that.

Just when I'm gettin' used to this one.

Oh, my.

Well, adios-y.

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