Gun Fury Page #3

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- Some men who can use a gun.

From me? I only got two deputies,

and one of them is in Yuma.

- Get up a posse.

- You make it sound real easy. But it ain't.

We got one up last week, Sheriff.

That was for a hanging. That's different.

You want to go after Frank Slayton?

No, not me.

It's not his job, it's yours.

The stage line don't go through here.

If it was held up, it'd be over in Gila County.

But they went past here not six hours ago.

Look, mister, I got plenty of trouble

right here. I don't have to chase after it.

Every Sunday morning, my jail's

got more people than the local church.

What's that badge for?

You've got a responsibility.

Just to this town.

And nowheres else.

Hey, you want some gun hands,

try the saloon. You'll be doing me a favour.

My partner's trying that right now.

He told me I'd get no help from you.

Maybe Slayton took your girl.

In that case, I'm sorry for you, mister.

And even sorrier for the girl.

If it was my job to tangle

with the Slayton gang, I'd do it.

But like I said, my job's right here.

- How did you make out?

- Like I told you. Nobody's interested.

I guess I shouldn't be surprised.

I remember telling Slayton

that first night at Rodger's Station.

What happens on the other side of the river

is no problem of yours?

Yeah. So I guess I can't complain, can I?

Do you know anybody

who feels any different?

I learned one thing, Jess.

A man's got to do his own growing,

no matter how tall his father was.

Slayton's headed toward Rock Springs.

It's not much of a town, but you can

try there. Maybe we'll have better luck.

Get mounted, Westy. You and Vincente

are going into Rock Springs for supplies.

- You mean right now?

- Right now.

Get some liquor, too. We're out.

And keep out of trouble.

We could do with a little coffee, Doc.

You ought to smile a little more,

Miss Ballard.

- When are you going to let me go?

- When we're out of Arizona.

When will that be?

Arizonans are like Texans.

They say they're never out of Arizona.

If it wasn't for her,

we'd all be at Barratto's by now.

Have us a woman. And decent food.

If you got any complaints to make, Blinky,

make them to me.

I might be able to take care of them for you.

Your man's dead.

It was his choice, not mine.

Next time you think of running away,

ask yourself where.

The answer's nowhere.

I took you because you're as alone as I am.

You look at me like that because you live

in a world that doesn't exist anymore.

We'd have met before the war, but we didn't.

And it's a different world now, the South.

A world with three armies:

an army of mourners,

an army of cripples, and an army of thieves.

Fortunately, I'm still in one piece

and no one's crying over me.

Fill the canteens, Jess.

- Seen the Slayton gang?

- They ain't working this part of the state.

- Wrong. I've been trailing them.

- Hear that, boys?

Man says the Slayton gang's

around here somewhere.

- You seen them?

- I was on the stage they held up.

- Go ahead. Help yourself.

- Thanks.

There's no more than seven or eight men.

- They don't know we're trailing them.

- Who's "we"?

I got a partner.

We could always use some more gun hands.

There's a pretty good reward

for the men who bring them in.

What reward have they got

for the men who try and don't?

They're right here in your own back yard.

If they want something from the ranches,

they'll take it.

Your women included.

Then they'll wish

they never came through this county.

Especially if they get a hold of my woman.

Your deal, Chuck.

Get ready. We're riding.

It's Vincente, one of the gang.

There were two of them.

No! We'll follow him.

Where's Vincente?

- I think they got him.

- Who got him?

I only saw one of them.

He said he was on that stage you held up.

- A big fellow?

- Yeah, real big.

- Wearing a grey shirt?

- That's him.

The other was outside.

They're trying to get a posse.

- That's been tried before. We're still here.

- They're on our trail.

- What if they run into an Army patrol?

- We'll get started right now.

And listen, it may not be Warren.

I don't want a word of this to the girl.

- I told you that woman would be trouble.

- He should have dumped her in the desert.

We're breaking camp.

It's no good. We have to stop awhile.

If Slayton crosses the border, we're licked.

Without horses, we're licked.

You can ride, but they need rest.

How far is it to Mexico?

That won't make any difference

to the horses.

All right, we'll rest awhile.

He tried to kill you, Jess. Why?

I think I know.

Have you seen me before?

Maybe he doesn't understand.

Him one of men who come and set fire.

They take our horses...

and my sister.

He's talking about the Taos raid.

I was there. But I didn't like what happened.

I tried to stop it.

That raid is one reason

I'm not with them now.

They took my woman.

He's helping me get her back.

They leave my sister in the desert to die.

You want the man that did it?

Slayton left me to die, too, tied to a stake.

See that?

- You go after them?

- Yes.

You go, too?

Slayton take life from me.

Now I take one from him.

I go, too.

It's up to you, Jess.

You grab this?

That makes us a party. A hunting party.

War party.

Anybody hear something just then?

What's the matter, Curly? Got the jumps?

Don't say anything and don't look surprised.

He ain't dead.

The fellow you was going to marry.

He's alive and following us.

I have two horses at the bottom

of the slope. I'll start something.

Don't go until I do.

What's that?

- Not again.

- Nobody heard nothing. Ease off.

Well, I did.

Go on and take a look.

Mount up! Curly is trying to get away

with the girl!

So you tried to pull a sneak on us?

Yes, and I told her about Warren, too.

Stake him out, Doc.

I hope you weren't fooled

by what he told you. He was lying.

Why should he be?

To get you to go with him.

I think it was a case of love at first sight.

He was telling the truth.

You shouldn't judge a man by his face.

Curly's been a thief and an outlaw

since he was 15.

Warren's dead. It isn't going to help you

to think he isn't.

Get her back to camp.

- Who is it?

- Curly Jordan.

They staked him out

and rode their horses over him.

Give me a hand. We'll cover him up.

He probably got into trouble

the same way I did. He wasn't so lucky.

They go in valley.

Westy, you and Doc

round up the fresh horses.

- Stella.

- In here.

Where's your uncle?

He went to Nogales. To get drunk.

What's the matter?

Couldn't he get drunk here?

I wait and wait. I know you come back.

- You knew more than I did.

- How long you stay this time?

Long enough to change horses.

We'll be back again.

- Where you go?

- Mexico.

Then I go to Mexico. We go together.

Not this time, Stella.

You say next time I go with you.

We gotta get across the border fast.

I'll send for you.

You make me the promise.

This time you keep it.

Sorry, chamaca, you're staying here.

No. I go with you. I get ready.

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