Jubal Page #6

Anyone also care to speak up?

Ma, please.

Jim Tolliver spoke of peace.

Let's see what kind of peace we want.

The run-away,

stick-your-head-in-the-ground kind?

The escaping-your-duty kind?

How about the living kind?

The kind that comes

with the giving of love to your brother...

and kindness.

I figured that's what

we've got to show him...

who once showed it to us.

Reb, put Jube in my wagon,

so the women folks can start helping him.

What if some of us don't go along with this?

You got no right to make them

risk their lives.

I said I wasn't always willing to ask

of my people what I ask of myself, Jake.

When we reach the crossroads we'll split up.

Eight wagons is too easy to spot anyway.

We'll take different routes

and meet up at Pocatello.

It's you who will be in danger.

Which way you going?

I'll turn back east and find a hiding spot.

We got to give Jube time to heal,

like he gave us.

My brother will take care of my wagons.

Me and my sons will be proud

to ride alongside you, Shem.

Thank you. Time to go.

Everything was like always when we seen

Shep come in, only now it was different.

You could see Shep was blazing mad.

He had his Winchester, too.

So, Shep told Troop to get up.

Troop just looked at him, you know,

kind of guilty-like.

Shep told him again, and he fired.

That's when this here Reb

threw Troop the gun...

like they had been practicing it

for a long time.

They had.

Then Troop shot him and killed him.

Sam, you and Carson seen them practicing

that gun trick.

Not for killing Shep, they wasn't.

Now how do you know?

Didn't they link up the very first stinking day

they went with the Rawhiders?

And who got Shep to hire Reb?

I'm saying that this wasn't a simple case

of self-defense.

I'm saying that this was a case

of planned murder.

Now, we all know that Shep Horgan

was the best loved man in the valley.

And we know that he gave that

sheep-herding killer Jubal Troop a job.

He made him a foreman.

Now, what thanks does Shep get?

Troop went after his wife.

You remember the first time that Shep

ever brought Mae down into the valley...

how proud he was?

Well, he ain't proud no more.

'Cause he's dead.

Why?

Why? Because he set out

to defend his wife's honor...

like any decent red-blooded man would.

- Where's this Jube Troop now?

- That's a very good question, Matt.

That's a good question.

Where is Jubal Troop now?

I say he's hiding someplace.

Now, if he's hiding someplace...

then this can't be a simple case

of self-defense...

otherwise he wouldn't be hiding.

Does anyone know where he is?

Doc?

- Doctor Grant, are you here?

- I'm right here.

Doc, did he come to you last night

and you sewed him up?

No, but then he'd know

I was a friend of Shep's.

Sam, you're a friend of Jubal Troop,

ain't you?

- Do you know where he is?

- No, I don't.

But I do know

you got no right to go around...

accusing a man of murder

without he's here to talk for himself.

That's all I'm asking.

All I'm saying is

we should go out and get Jube.

Sure. Go get him. String him up.

No trial. No nothing.

No, I ain't saying we should string him up.

I ain't even saying we should

pump him full of lead from Shep's own gun.

But I am saying that we ought to get him...

before he lays his hands

on somebody else's wife.

'Cause I don't think

he should get off scot free...

after killing the best loved man

in this territory!

Is anybody here

who wasn't a friend of Shep Horgan?

All right.

Now let's go find him.

You know, sometimes I think

it's giving the Good Lord...

the worst of it to say he invented people.

Looks like a good hiding place.

Stop grieving so deep, Jube dear.

It wasn't as if you had killing

in your heart at all.

All you wanted to do

was stop him from killing.

Anybody would do that.

Jube, dear, try to forget.

Just remember the good things.

He knows you were grateful to him

for everything.

He knows you loved him.

Even now he knows that.

Say a prayer, Jube. Let God help.

That's not going to help.

Don't you understand? He's dead.

I killed my best friend.

I think maybe we got something.

He ain't in there.

- Do you know where Jubal Troop is?

- Why, no, we don't.

- Where's the rest of them?

- I don't know.

- Why'd you split up?

- Why shouldn't we?

Well, I guess you told me

what we wanted to know.

He's in one of them all right.

Now, we find the right one

and we find Jubal Troop.

Come on, boy. Go, boy.

Shem ought to be warned.

If we knew where they'd be.

They'll be east, the track we come by.

I'll catch up with you.

All right now.

Did anybody find the right wagon?

No!

The answer's simple, gents.

We've stopped every Rawhide wagon

except the right one.

It means the one we want is hid someplace.

You men looking for Jube Troop?

You all right?

Where are the other wagons?

They've gone. But don't worry.

Reb and the folks are watching.

Watching what?

Because of me? You expecting trouble?

What are you planning?

I'm planning not to have any of my trouble

rub off on you.

Jube. You go running off...

because you think you're not wanted

or something terrible like that.

You mustn't be ashamed,

needing somebody.

Everybody does.

You don't want to be alone again.

- That's for sure.

- Another thing's for sure.

With all my heart, it's sure I love you.

Please don't go.

You can't stick around

and watch somebody you love hurt.

That's why I'm going.

- Jube, can you ride?

- Yes.

Saddle up his horse as quick as you can.

They're coming up over that hill after you.

Pinky and the Bar-Eight bunch,

40 or 50 men.

That Judas Jake,

he's leading them right here to you.

- How much head start do I have?

- Four or five minutes.

You start running, Jube,

but where are you gonna stop?

Stay with us. We won't let them take you.

You're the only friends I have.

I want to keep you healthy.

Give me a few minutes head start,

then lead them to me.

Lead them to you? Your head broke?

Where you going?

The ranch.

Shep's ranch?

They'll hang you from that corral gate.

The answer to why Shep

wanted to kill me is at the ranch.

If they take you, you can't help yourself.

You're not healed.

The wound will break open.

- Not if I get the answer first.

- Can I talk to him in private?

Suppose she won't tell the truth?

I couldn't help hearing

while you was fevered.

She's got to let them know.

They don't care about her.

It's you they hate.

Don't go.

If you do, I won't see you anymore, ever.

I know it.

Jube, dear, what could you prove?

Just the truth, that's all.

- Take care of these folks, Reb.

- Guaranteed. Git!

Line up like Jube's inside.

Maybe we can hold them off awhile.

They're almost here.

- Better crawl in that wagon, Naomi.

- Daughter, this is men's work.

I got to see that Judas face of Jake.

- Hand him over.

- Who?

Who we come for.

This ain't no square dance, mister.

Jubal Troop.

What if we hand him over?

You hand him over,

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