Last Train from Gun Hill Page #5

the only thing I could get my hands on.

This is gonna mean

a lot of trouble for you.

I've been in trouble since

the day I was born, Matt.

I'm sorry.

I heard about your wife.

Lee Smithers told me.

- Where is he?

- He's in the bar. You can't get him.

I'll come back for him.

Why don't you give up?

- You don't understand me.

- I understand you'll get killed!

You should see those people lined up

in the street, waiting to see it happen.

The human race stinks. I'm practically

an authority on that subject.

You must have loved her very much.

You... you'd better get out of here now.

Good luck to you, Matt Morgan.

Thanks, Linda.

All right, Beero. Get in back.

- Let me go!

- Dawson!

Let me go!

Dawson!

Let go of me!

She took a gun up to Morgan!

A shotgun!

Yes, sir, Mr Belden. I... I saw.

Linda?

I hope he makes it.

- Linda...

- I really do. I'm praying for it!

Linda...

Mr Belden, the hotel caught fire!

The back's burning!

Let's get those water buckets!

- How did it start?

- Somebody set it to get him out.

- What fool did that?

- Luke! Jake!

- Get buckets.

- Form a brigade.

Rick!

Matt, I'll make you pay for this.

One shot, Craig, just one...

and I'll blow his head off.

Get out ahead of me.

Tell your men not to use their guns!

They may get me, but one twitch

on this trigger is all it takes.

Don't shoot!

Sheriff, untie the horse.

Do what he says.

Untie the horse, Bartlett.

- What are we gonna do?

- Nothing now. Wait.

Another block and he'll be at the station.

Don't you worry, Rick!

I'll get you out of this!

- Who's that?

- Smithers.

I hope your friend

doesn't try anything foolish.

- All right, Morgan, you can stop there!

- Lee, don't start nothing.

Don't worry.

- Morgan, I was in on it. Wanna draw?

- Lee, don't!

- You damn fool! Get away!

- Stay out of this!

You had your chance!

Come on, Morgan, draw!

- Morgan, draw!

- Lee, don't!

- Come on!

- Lee, don't!

Rick!

Rick! Rick!

Rick, no! No, Rick!

Rick.

Dead.

Matt!

- It's all over.

- No, it's not, Matt.

It's over.

I told you I was gonna kill you.

Now I'm gonna do it. Draw!

Don't try me. Please.

Draw!

All right, Craig.

If that's the way you want it.

That's the way I want it.

You draw.

Craig...

Matt...

What was your boy's name, Matt?

Petey.

Petey.

That's right, Petey.

Raise him good, Matt.

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