Nevada Smith Page #5

That beautiful couple,

that young man and woman,

came all the way

from an ancient European civilization

to find a new and promising life

in the American West.

On the way, a band of Indians

raided their wagons.

They killed and scalped both of them,

after indulging in

coarse Indian pleasures.

Two of the children

were swung by the heels

and had their heads crushed.

The third child was saved

and grew up alone,

wanting only vengeance.

Believe me, Max,

it took more courage to refrain from

the obvious temptation than to give in.

- We're different men, Padre.

- No.

That was my family, Max.

I'm the only one who survived.

Don't do any more.

Stop while you can. Save yourself, Max.

Don't say what you will or won't do.

Just remember,

when you ride out of here,

God goes with you.

I'll keep it in mind.

Wait a minute.

That's who was using your name.

- You told me he was dead.

- We left him for dead.

Hey, you. Tough guy.

- I could use somebody like you.

- Doing what?

- Do you care?

- Yeah, I do.

- Who are you?

- Smith. Nevada Smith.

- You look broke.

- I am.

Suit yourself,

but if you're interested

in making a lot of money fast, follow me.

Here, put your horse in the corral.

Take mine, too, then come in.

No, wait.

You, shotgun upstairs. Cipriano, behind

the door. The rest of you find your spots.

We'll soon find out who he is.

You go in there. Take that room.

Good.

Come on in, come on.

Here, sit down. Sit down here.

Say... Smith...

Tell me...

- Why did you use my name?

- I heard of you around.

When they caught me,

I said the first name I thought of.

Under my own name, I'm wanted.

But I didn't know you were in these parts.

You're wanted? You?

What are you wanted for?

Trying to make a living the easy way,

same as you.

Me?

- Did you ever see me before?

- Not as I recall.

Any family living?

- Why do you want to know?

- Don't get hot under the collar, Smith.

Sometimes when you're running,

a family can help.

Last time I remember, I had a mother,

a father, two sisters and one's married.

- What kind of set-up you got?

- We'll get to that.

Tell me... have you ever heard

of a Max Sand?

Sand... Yeah, I seen

some wanted posters on him.

Never met him. Why?

I killed his mother and father.

- So?

- So he's out to get me.

Part-Indian. If there's anything

I can't stomach, it's a half-breed.

Of course, I can understand

how it happens.

There's nothing like an Indian squaw.

You agree?

- One of my best kinds of fun.

- Me, too.

Hold it. Here why don't you use

some good tobacco?

What do you think of that pouch?

- Unusual. Where'd you get it?

- Gift... Sort of a gift.

Fitch, let's get down to it.

You said you could use

a man like me. For what?

We're knocking off a gold shipment.

I'll give you the details tomorrow.

Until then, relax. Get to know the boys.

OK.

Use one of the rooms upstairs.

See you around.

Max...

Nothing, I was just talking to the...

They take $250,000 worth of gold

a month out of there.

It's too big to hit and too well guarded.

They're digging up our future right now.

Once a month,

a gold wagon goes to the railroad,

two men on the wagon, twelve guards.

We'll have a dozen waiting.

You won't go very fast

with a wagon full of gold.

We don't. We put it in our saddlebags

and head out in 12 different directions.

- Equal split?

- No. All you can grab.

There won't be much time but we'll

load up enough to last you a few years.

A few of us are liable to get killed.

Scare you?

No. I don't plan to be one of them,

and there'll be more for the rest of us.

Hey, I like you.

I like him, he's got a sense of humor.

Black widow, jack of hearts,

queen of hearts,

deuce of hearts, another black queen...

Give me that bottle!

Now, we're not running

any Sunday school...

...but nobody takes another drink

from now until we're finished.

I don't want jumpy riders

and nervous triggers.

This won't be a cowhand Saturday night

spree, shooting up the town.

We're going to move in fast,

hit hard and run.

Every man for himself.

- Shoot to kill?

- Is there any other way?

No.

They move the shipment out at 8.

We'll be up at 5. Any questions?

- Goodnight.

- Goodnight.

- What are you thinking about?

- How I'm going to spend that gold.

- Shoot straight.

- I intend to.

Max...

Hey, Max!

They'll come down here

heading for that pocket.

Here's the road.

Rudabough, take three men on this side.

Keep your horses outta sight.

You take three

and set up a roadblock.

Nothing gets by. That means the wagon.

Cipriano, you and two men on this side.

I'll go up the road so they can't turn back.

- Alone?

- Yes!

- You don't have to get...

- I'm giving the orders!

Shoot fast, aim to kill.

Get the drivers first.

We have to do this quick,

before help can come.

With the first shot, we all close in.

Now, any questions?

Don't make any mistakes, Max Sand.

If they don't get you, I will.

Look at this, man!

Max! Max Sand!

- That's me.

- Max...

- Max, I'm out of ammunition.

- Then get out of there.

All right.

All right.

I'm coming.

I'm coming.

I'm coming, Max.

Here

Why my hand, why not me?

- Huh?

- 'Cause I want to see you beg.

Beg, you... Beg!

- Beg for what?

- Beg, like my mother and father begged.

Your mother?

Yeah...

Here

Here, maybe you want this, huh?

Come on...

Come on, get it over with.

Get it over with.

For God's sake, get it over with.

You waited years for this,

so get it over with.

Come on.

Finish me. Finish...

Finish me!

You haven't got the guts.

You're yellow!

Finish me!

You're just not worth killing.

Finish me. Finish me!

You're yellow!

You haven't got the guts!

You're yellow!

You haven't got the guts!

You're yellow!

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