Go West Page #2

I understand you are thinking

of building a railroad...

from Cripple Creek

north around the mountain.

And I'd like to ask you

to go in another direction.

I'd say the straightest way to go...

would be from Cripple Creek here

straight through to the Pacific.

You expect our trains

to fly over the mountains?

No, sir.

I expect your trains to go through here,

Dead Man's Gulch.

May I ask why you're so interested

in seeing that this land is sold?

Yes, sir. So that I can get married.

I think I understand.

- You own the land.

- No, sir, but my grandfather did.

He being quite a crook, he unloaded it

on my girl's grandfather, Dan Wilson.

Old Dan's been sore about it ever since.

It started a feud

between us Turners and the Wilsons.

And now he won't let me

marry his granddaughter.

If I could just prove to him

that I'm not a crook...

then maybe he could see the light.

After all, he's not a bad old coot.

I think Beecher should leave

as soon as he can to contact...

Dan Wilson, sir.

And arrange for the purchase

of the Dead Man's Gulch.

I don't know what's the matter.

I dig and dig, and the hole gets no bigger.

- I'm moving on.

- Yeah, but how about the gold?

There ain't no gold here.

I've been working Dead Man's Gulch

off and on for 40 years.

I'm convinced.

Mr. Wilson, why don't you quit?

I've got a little granddaughter

who's gotta be taken care of...

- and I won't last forever.

- Where you going?

I'll get a job until I get a grubstake,

and then I'll try again somewhere.

How much is a grubstake?

I reckon about $10 would see me through.

- We give you the $10.

- No, I couldn't take it.

But we got lots of money.

Then I'll take it, but it's just a loan.

That's all right.

Come on, Rusty, give him the $10.

No strings attached.

- Here you are.

- You gotta take some security...

and I ain't got no security

except a deed to Dead Man's Gulch.

- No, we no take your land.

- I'd feel better if you took it.

I don't reckon it's worth $10, though.

A fellow named Turner sold it to me

about 40 years ago.

Got me for my last cent.

If you boys meet up with any Turner

in this territory, shoot first.

First we steal his gun, then we shoot.

And, boys, when you get to Birch City...

look in on my little granddaughter,

will you?

And tell her

her old granddad will be back soon.

We'll tell her.

Let's go back to work. Come on.

Indians? You're crazy.

There's no Indians around here.

You can't walk around like that.

What do you think of it, Mr. Turner?

Now, Grandpa, stop glaring at Terry.

The Turners aren't as bad as you think.

Not all of them, anyway.

Darling!

- Darling, you've been gone a million years.

- Just three weeks.

- You were a million miles away.

- Only 2,000. Just to New York.

This is wrong.

You're a Turner and I'm a Wilson.

You should hate me and I should hate you.

Say, that sounds convincing.

- You mean it?

- Of course.

This much.

Do you hate me?

Yes. This much.

Hate me some more.

Terry, you really shouldn't be here.

If Grandpa ever sees you around...

Your grandpa won't be able to see

enough of me when he gets the $50,000.

- Fifty thousand what?

- Dollars, from the railroad company.

I sold them Dead Man's Gulch.

You sold Dead Man's...

I had a hunch,

and I followed it to New York.

I convinced the New York and Western...

a road through Dead Man's Gulch

would save them a fortune.

If that don't square things

between our families...

then your grandpa is a man

who just loves to hate.

But I love to hate.

I promise to hate, honor,

and obey you the rest of my life.

Eve, before I take you up on that...

I gotta fix it with your grandpa.

Where is he?

- Out in the desert, I guess.

- I've got to find him.

But not just yet.

That's no good. That's for horses.

I know you're thirsty. I'm thirsty, too.

Come on, we go into the saloon.

I get you a drink.

Rusty, I no like the West.

All the people do is kill each other.

I'd like the West better

if it was in the East.

Let's get out of here.

Letter. Pony express for you.

Game is over, boys.

Now, look here, Pete...

a whole week has gone by

and you still ain't brought Wilson in.

Get some more men.

Get some fresh horses.

I don't care how you do it,

but you find that desert rat.

Take it away.

Thirsty? My throat is dry,

just like the desert.

Yours, too?

Another, Joe.

Okay. There it is, Pete.

Hey, you!

What's the matter with you?

Put that down!

- What's going on here?

- Couple of tinhorns from the East.

Told them no money, no beer.

Then I turn my back, and he steals a glass.

- Why, you...

- He no steal it, mister.

We don't want no trouble. I'll pay.

You don't look as if

you had a dime between you.

No, but I give you an IOU.

Did you hear that, boy? An I owe me.

Sure, we're honest. We always pay.

Here, I owe you 10 cents. Joseph Panello.

That's rich and rare.

A business transaction, Joe.

Put it in the cash register

before somebody steals it.

Come on, you financiers, beat it.

Get out of here.

- You know where Dan Wilson's house is?

- Dan Wilson? Sure.

You just go half a mile up the road.

You can't miss it.

Say, you can do me a favor.

I got a telegram for Dan Wilson.

You can deliver it and save me the trip.

Sure, we'll deliver the telegram.

Maybe it's good news.

- There you are, and thanks very much.

- That's all right.

Dan Wilson. That means we don't open it.

You promise?

Right.

All right. We open it but we don't read it.

I no think I can trust you.

And I know you can't trust me.

So I tell you what we do.

I'll read it, but we don't listen.

Come on, put the fingers up.

Rusty, I cheated.

I listened.

You, too.

Mr. Beecher, we're here to meet you!

We're supposed to meet you!

Are you looking for John Beecher?

Sure, we've come to see him about

selling Dead Man's Gulch to the Railroad.

That's fine.

I'm John Beecher.

We don't recognize you, do we, Rusty?

Naturally you don't recognize me.

We've never met.

Then how do I know it's you?

If I don't know

what Mr. Beecher looks like...

the only way I can tell it's him

is if he wears a white carnation.

Well, the very idea!

I don't know anything about...

Now, look here, you two...

Old Mr. Beecher, we look all over for you.

- We're so glad to see you.

- Yes, I'm glad that's settled.

Now, which one of you gentlemen

is Mr. Wilson?

None of us.

We got a name:
Panello.

But we own the land.

- You have the deed with you?

- Sure.

I mean, no.

He's trying to tell us

it's home in Birch City.

We'd better go there immediately.

Come along, gentlemen.

Just follow me, please.

Why you tell him where the deed is?

All the time you talk too much.

From now on, you keep your hands shut.

If that's only a mirage coming,

I'm gonna look like you in a few days.

Come on, stranger, hop in.

- Where did I see your face before?

- Right where it is now.

Blondie, how would you like to buy

a diamond necklace...

that formerly belonged

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