No Name on the Bullet
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- 1959
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Chick, chick, chick.
Tobe, stop that doggone racket.
Quiet, Tobe.
How far to Lordsburg?
It's about ten miles that way.
Thank you.
Good afternoon, ma'am.
Six sacks of grain.
My horse limps. Take him over to the smithy
and tell him I'll be along in a few minutes.
Sure.
- Yes, sir? What'll it be?
- I'd like a room.
A room? We don't
get much hotel business...
around here
this time of the year.
Sign right there.
Planning to be around long?
Not long.
That'll be room number seven,
to the right at the top of the stairs.
Oh, that's a buck and a half
in advance.
I'll pay when I leave.
We change sheets
on Friday, Mr. Grant.
The name is Gant. John Gant.
Did I hear right?
- Did he say-
- He said "Gant.
Him? That kid?
That's him. Sid.
- Sid!
- Yes, Mr. Reeger?
- Go tell the sheriff.
- Yes, sir.
Whoa, there, Sid.
waterin' the whiskey?
- Can't stop, Earl. I gotta go!
- What's the rush?
- It's Gant. John Gant. He's here!
- What do ya mean?
He just rode up.
I gotta tell the sheriff.
Gant, here?
What's he want here?
Don't you know?
Fixed the lock. There wasn't
anything serious wrong with it.
Buck! Oh. Buck!
- He's here. He's right here in town.
- You don't say.
Who's that, Sid?
Gant! John Gant. He just
took a room at the hotel.
- He just get in?
- Just this minute.
- Well.
- "Well"? Is that all?
- You want me to cheer?
- Who's John Gant, Buck?
Well, you've got to do something
about it! Mr. Reeger said-
I don't care what Mr. Reeger said!
There's nothing I can do.
- Well, if you can't, who can?
- Who's he talkin' about?
- You mean you really don't know?
- I asked, didn't I?
- He's a killer.
- So what? We've had some pretty good ones.
- We've been able to handle them.
- No, no.
A gunman is one thing.
Gant's another.
Why, he's killed 20 or 30 men.
For money!
He just goes into a town and kills 'em!
Like that.
- He's a-Well, an assassin.
- How come he's still loose?
He prods them into it.
You know as well as I do.
You can make any man fight
if you try hard enough.
He makes them draw first...
then he kills them
in front of witnesses.
Sid, did he say how long
he was gonna stay?
No, he-he didn't say nothin'.
Buck, who do you suppose
he's after?
Oh, I don't know.
Maybe he isn't after anyone at all.
Mmm. He took a room.
He's not just passing through.
Yeah. Well, it could be anyone.
Anyone that has an enemy
that hates him enough.
Why don't you tell me
who he's after?
- What are you gonna do? Pick him up?
- On what charge?
Because he makes
Henry Reeger nervous?
Let me tell ya.
You watch some of our
respected citizens from now on.
And I'll tell you something else.
I've been a lawman here
for a good many years.
I can think of quite a few people
that'd like to see me dead.
Everybody steps
on somebody else's toes sometime.
You're the boss,
but if he's as bad as you say...
it's not gonna be nice
havin' him around.
I know it.
But we'll just have to
wait him out.
If I can pick him up
or run him out of town, I will.
If I can. But I can't do it
without an excuse.
We just have to wait
him out, that's all.
You gonna play or aren't ya?
Hello, Dutch.
"Dutch"? Who's Dutch?
- I don't know.
- Well, aren't you a Dutchman?
What's that got to do with it?
He wasn't talking to me.
What are you worried about, then?
What do you think?
He makes me nervous!
Well, you're not the only one.
That's all for me.
- Well, are we playin' or ain't we?
- Without me.
Me too.
Think he's after you, Henry?
What would he want with me?
I wouldn't know.
Thought maybe you would.
Could be after anyone.
What are you pushing me for, Ben?
Maybe he's after you.
Maybe you're right, Dutch.
Maybe he is.
Howdy. I'll be right with ya.
There. That your horse?
- That's right.
- That's a beautiful animal, well cared for.
You can tell a lot about a man
by examining his horse.
- I'm Luke Canfield.
- Doc! Doc!
You know who
just came into town, big as... life?
I-I'm sorry, Doc.
I-I didn't know you was busy!
- That's all right, Sid. Who came into town?
- Well-
Never mind.
I-It ain't important.
- My horse all right?
- He's fine. Just needed a shoe.
- You can take him now, Mister-Uh-
- Gant. He called you Doc."
- That's right.
- Hey, Luke! Gimme a hand.
- All right.
My father, Asa, Mr. Gant.
- He's the blacksmith. I'm just a helper.
- Your name's Gant?
That's right. John Gant.
Howdy, Mr. Gant.
- Your son's a doctor?
- That's right.
I'm what passes for one
here in Lordsburg.
Don't let him fool you, Mr. Gant.
He's the best in the Southwest.
That boy, he'll fix you
if you're ailin'.
Or if your horse is ailin'.
I'm also the vet.
- You stayin' here in town?
- The Soledad.
I'm goin' that way. I'll walk with you,
sort of show you around.
- Have to rebuild that wall every year.
- Nothin' like workin' in a smith's, Mr. Gant...
to keep your body in trim.
Dad is a perfect example.
- You comin' home?
- No, I'll clean up first.
Mr. Gant, I'll take your horse over to the
stable. They'll take good care of it.
- That'll be fine.
- Are you ready?
It's a nice town-small enough to be
comfortable, but large enough to have a future.
You seem to like it here.
A town worth livin' in
is a town worth bein' proud of.
Luke the Physician.
You were well named.
That's my father's idea. He made up his
mind I'd be a doctor before I was born.
I never had a chance.
What's your line, Mr. Gant?
- Hi, Doc.
- You might say we're in related fields.
I cure things too.
A smithy's an unusual place
to find a physician.
I've got an office over the bank, but it's
pretty hard to get a sick horse up those stairs!
Well, you old mummy.
There you go, sleepin' again. Wake up!
I wasn't sleepin'.
I was thinkin'.
Well, then do it
with your eyes open.
You been 20 minutes!
Hey, Luke!
You got time for a game?
This old coot can't stay awake.
Wish I had, Charlie.
I can't now.
- Do you play chess?
- Oh, I play at it.
Well, I'd like to play you
a game, Physician.
- You'd make a good opponent.
- You gonna be in town for a while? Why not?
- I'll be here for a while.
- We've got a date.
Did you lose something, Anne?
Luke Canfield,
since I was here last week...
how could a house get so messy?
It's a wonder you don't
tether your horse on that table.
What's the matter
with the table?
If you don't know, it's not
gonna do any good to tell you.
- Where's your father?
- He'll be along.
So we've got to hurry.
- What's for supper?
- Oh, you're going to be a romantic husband.
I've had a hard day
with one dyspeptic old woman...
one small boy's stomach-ache,
a gashed foot and a limping horse.
- That makes a man hungry.
- I hope Asa hurries. The roast is ready.
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