Last Train from Gun Hill Page #2

- Yeah. Right at the end of the street.

Thank you.

BELDEN CATTLE COMPANY

He showed up. The horse thief.

- He did, huh? Where?

- At the station, and he's got your saddle.

- You talk to him?

- He said to tell you he's coming.

He did, huh? Where's Linda?

Was she on the train?

She wouldn't come out here.

She went to the Harper House.

- Harper House? Why?

- I don't know, Mr Belden.

Well, let's take care of this fellow

with the saddle first.

Probably fixing to collect himself

a little reward.

Well, he'll get it. He'll get it.

- Take this saddle into the harness room.

- You need me, Mr Belden?

Have it cleaned up.

Matt?

Hello, Craig.

Matt Morgan! You old... And I was

coming up here to shellac a horse thief.

- I wouldn't take $1 million for this.

- I brought your saddle.

- I see you did. Where'd you find it?

- A long ways from home. Pawley.

- Catch the thieves?

- I will.

Ah, that'll keep. Come on in.

We got a lot of drinking to catch up on.

- A lot of years, Craig.

- Yeah.

Well, how do you like it, huh?

Not bad for an old saddle tramp.

- You haven't changed, except for this.

- Yeah.

Aw, the heck with it. Here.

We'll drink to old times and friendship.

You know, I don't think I've made

a friend since you and me split up.

I've... l've bought a few, though.

Come on, sit down.

Hey... who'd ever think

that you'd turn out to be a marshal?

I finally figured out

the other side didn't pay.

To the law.

Matt.

I wish you'd joined me when I wanted

you to. I've got these parts sewed up.

I'll tell you what,

you can still be a partner.

- No, thanks. I like what I'm doing.

- Yeah?

I got this whole spread, I got nobody left

but Rick. That's my boy. My wife died.

- I didn't know.

- Nine years ago. That's the way it goes.

You work all your life for something and

then the reason you wanted it is gone.

- Here, let me give you another drink.

- Craig, tell me about that saddle.

Rick borrowed it. He was going

to Dodge City, he and his friend Lee.

They stopped at Pawley for a drink.

When they come out, the horses

was gone and my saddle, too.

- What day was that?

- Let me see, that was last Sunday.

- That's the day my wife was killed.

- Your wife?

Those fellas that got your saddle

murdered my wife.

- That's why I want them.

- Gee, I'm sorry, Matt.

Here I been talking about

a couple of damn horses.

No wonder you're after them. Anything

you need, you know where to come.

I'll ride with you.

You know, I was in my office

straight through the day that it happened.

It's funny your son didn't report

those stolen horses.

Probably never thought to. Nobody here

goes to a marshal, they all come to me.

- Yeah.

- Do you have anything to go on?

They could walk in here,

you wouldn't know them.

I wouldn't know them both, but...

I'd know one of them.

Well, that's better. How?

My wife got him across the face

with the lash. Petey was there.

Petey?

I got a son, too.

Nine years old and he was there, Craig.

Petey says she laid his cheek

open to the bone.

Well, that's something.

You know, a cut like that

would leave a mark for quite some time.

Yeah, I guess it would.

I think I'd better have a talk

with your son Rick and his friend.

Well, they're not here. They couldn't

tell you any different than they told me.

They was in a bar in Pawley,

and their animals got stole, that's all.

- Is that what your boy told you?

- Well, that's what they both told me.

- Which one's got the cut, Craig?

- What?

The mark where my wife lashed him

before they raped and murdered her.

- What are you talking about?

- Your son. He's a liar.

- Matt...

- He's a liar!

We got two saloons in Pawley.

They're both closed on Sunday.

Maybe I got it wrong.

Maybe it wasn't Sunday. How do I?

Which one's got the cut, Craig?

It was your boy, wasn't it?

- No, Matt.

- Wasn't it?

- No, Matt, it wasn't.

- I'll find out, Craig.

If it takes me years, I'll find him.

And he'll still have that cut.

Suppose I could locate them for you?

I'd take them both back to Pawley.

They'll stand trial for rape and murder.

Matt, you're my best friend.

I'd do anything in the world for you.

But leave that boy alone.

This is my son you're talking about.

- No. It's my wife we're talking about.

- You don't lay a finger on that boy!

You're leaving on the next train. I own

the sheriff, this town and every man in it.

You're leaving on the next train, Matt.

All right, Craig, the last train leaves

at nine o'clock. I'll be on it.

But there'll be two men with me, and

one of them'll have a cut on his cheek.

Beero!

- Sheriff Bartlett?

- Why do you want him?

I've got two John Doe warrants

to serve here.

- It's customary to tell the local officer.

- It won't be necessary in this case.

It's customary to cooperate...

We've got our own customaries.

Anyway, the sheriff ain't around.

- When's he coming back?

- He ain't coming back.

- What are you? Deputy?

- Don't matter much what you call me.

- I'm calling you yellow.

- It's your privilege.

I'm all for law and order, Marshal,

but a lawman's gotta take the long view.

You see that big hotel up the end

of the street? Owned by Mr Belden.

Those cattle pens by the tracks

east of town? Belden and Son.

He owns the livery stable, two saloons.

Some say he owns the Town Council.

So, like I tell you, a lawman's

gotta take the long view.

Far as I'm concerned, you can go and

get yourself killed any time you want.

on my grave as on yours.

And nobody'll even remember that I was

yellow, or that you died like a fool.

That's your long view, son.

Always take the long view.

I've got two warrants and I'm serving

them. I'm leaving town with two men.

And the long view is this:

Don't try to stop me.

- You lied to me about that saddle.

- Now, wait a minute, Pa.

- You lied.

- Listen, Mr Belden...

I listened to you before.

And you lied to me, both of you.

We were scared.

You know I wouldn't lie to you.

- You got plenty of reason to be scared.

- What are you talking about, Pa?

You know damn well

what I'm talking about!

That woman up in Pawley?

We didn't mean to hurt her, Pa.

Honest we didn't.

We were just trying

to have a little fun, that's all.

You said there ain't nothing prettier

than a Cherokee squaw.

It was an accident, Pa. She must have

hit her head on a rock or something.

- You know who that woman was?

- Nobody. I'll take an oath on that.

Just an Indian squaw.

Get out of here before I kill you.

You keep your worthless butt

off my property, you hear!

Rick!

- I thought I made a man out of you.

- It wasn't my fault. It was nobody's fault.

What are you making a fuss about?

She was just a squaw.

I'll tell you who she was.

That was Matt Morgan's wife!

You know what I think of Morgan.

You've heard me talk about him enough.

- That was my friend's wife you killed!

- It was an accident!

He's come for you

with a hanging warrant.

If I was Matt, I wouldn't serve

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