Man in the Saddle Page #5

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Merritt how you killed Clagg.

They take Repp to town.

- Can we get to town by dawn?

- Sure.

Then we'll beat them

in. Wake up the boys.

- Nan.

- Hello, Laurie.

You were with Owen? I've

been trying to find him.

How did you expect to

do that when Isham can't?

- Owen's all right, then?

- Yes, but he was hurt.

Then why did you leave him?

I'm like your husband in one respect,

Laurie, half of something isn't enough.

Giddap.

- Looks like we beat him in.

- We'll see.

- I'll be up at the hotel.

- Put your mind at ease, Mr. Isham.

This is like shooting

crippled ducks in a barrel.

All right, boys, spread

out. Get out of sight.

Gray, put these horses

where they won't be seen.

I smell something in this wind and

sand that's not altogether the weather.

Yeah.

- Howdy, Croker.

- Hi.

Set them up over here.

I like the view.

Sure got a lot of nervous

people in this town.

And you're looking at one right now.

So you came here.

Will, why are you in town?

My men have an appointment

to meet someone.

Owen Merritt?

Can't you stop now? Haven't

you done enough to Owen already?

You're giving yourself away, Laurie.

Every time you mention his

name your voice goes soft.

Your imagination makes

you believe anything.

The man who has your heart

has a wonderful thing.

But I haven't got it.

But maybe there's hope for

us yet. Maybe you can change.

Could you keep on loving

a man after he was dead?

- Sheriff.

- Merritt.

- Prine.

- That's us all right, Sheriff.

- Howdy.

- Howdy.

Say, I just saw the funniest

sight going down the street.

A whole cart full of Mexicans,

but they weren't Mexicans.

And one of them had on a pair

of fancy boots with spurs.

You know, Prine won them spurs and

boots at a rifle shoot last July.

- How do you know?

- I know 'cause I was in it.

Tried for it myself.

Say, they had your man Repp with them.

Took him into the Sheriff's

office. He was all dressed up, too.

Sign here.

I ain't never had nothing against

you, Merritt, so I got to tell you.

Will Isham and that whole

Skull crew is in town.

Looks like them coming.

We know you're in there,

Merritt, so come on out.

- Why don't you come in?

- That's just what we're gonna do.

Don't! If we start that gang shooting,

there'll be a lot of men killed for nothing.

There're too many of them.

- Where's Isham?

- At the hotel.

- Let me out the back way.

- Owen, they'll spot you.

Let them come in when I get out.

Owen, if there's gonna be

gunplay between you and Isham...

there's one thing you've got

to get clear in your head.

If you're thinking of

Laurie, you'll be a dead man.

My mind is clear.

Open that door, or we blow it down.

All right, Dutcher, I'm opening up.

- Where is he?

- Where's who?

Don't give me that. Three of you

came into this building and now...

You might as well quit, Dutcher.

When Merritt gets hold

of Isham at the hotel...

"Isham at the hotel"?

Okay. It's all yours.

Don't do it, Will.

- You're not going to...

- I ought to...

the way Fay Dutcher

killed the Vird brothers...

and the way he shot down

Hugh Clagg without a chance.

- Will.

- I don't blame you for killing Clagg.

That I wanted to do

myself. But you did.

And Lee Repp's word

can hang you for it.

That I have, already signed.

I wouldn't.

There's a way out, for a price.

If your price is her,

I'll never pay it.

I came to end troubles. Sell

Skull and get out of the country.

Sell out Skull?

Please, Will, let's

do it. Let's go away.

You'd go away with me

after all that's happened?

You're my husband, Will.

I made a bargain.

I almost forgot that once...

but I never will again.

Owen, you've won.

But so have I.

Don't, Dutcher!

You kept your bargain. Thanks.

Skull's yours.

Never sell it.

No, I won't.

By the way, Merritt, I

just quit working for Isham.

We got nothing to fight about anymore.

I've got plenty. Juke and George.

Let her go, Dutcher.

- Owen, don't. Please!

- Stay back.

Hold it, Dutcher.

You wouldn't shoot a man

in the back, would you?

I could you.

I've got no gun. It would be murder.

I was hoping that you'd try your luck.

Head for the Sheriff's office.

You're hurt again.

Won't you ever learn?

You'll have to teach me.

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