No Name on the Bullet Page #5

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to stop this murderer, I'll do it.

Why do you want

to kill me, friend?

You know why.

All right.

If you think you can do it,

go ahead and try.

Look at my hands.

They're on the table.

You could beat me to the draw.

I couldn't possibly outdraw you.

So go ahead and shoot.

I'll shoot.

You think I'm yellow.

Be a shame to waste

all that whiskey.

Go ahead. I thought

you wanted to kill me.

You want me to.

You want me to draw.

Oh, no.

Oh, no, you don't.

You want a chance at me.

You want to kill me!

Everybody, look. You see?

I didn't go for my gun!

He's got no excuse!

He can't kill me now!

Physician.

I'm sorry about your sheriff.

He had courage.

What you did wasn't necessary.

I wouldn't have done it

if it hadn't been.

You're brewin' big trouble

for yourself.

Who from? Men like him?

Gant, I'm a healer.

I've devoted my life to it,

and I intend to continue.

Right now I've got one big public

health problem, and I'm looking at it.

I like you, Physician.

You're like me.

You and I may well be

the only two honest men in town.

Don't compare us.

We've got nothing in common.

Everybody dies.

I didn't hear any shots.

Start packing.

We're leaving town.

Sam must hate us

even more than I thought.

He's gonna let us stay together.

Well, cheer up, Lou.

After all,

we got what we wanted:

each other.

- I kinda wish it was official-like.

- Who's gonna make it official?

You want Hastings to help?

He's already tried.

Maybe you want old Judge Benson

to give you his blessing?

- Well?

- Gant's still sitting on the porch.

I ran into Asa,

and he's going after Luke.

Wants us to wait

until they get here.

We're not waiting for anybody.

We all know why we're here,

and we know what we've gotta do.

I'd feel better with

Luke and Asa with us.

There are enough of us

to handle Gant without them.

- He's only one man.

- That? right.

He's only one man.

What are you doing here, Hastings?

Trying to keep you

from being a pack of fools.

You keep out of it, Buck.

We'll handle it our own way.

With guns? I can tell you all you need to

know about goin' against him with a gun.

- I think there's enough of us.

- I doubt it.

Buck, you got eyes.

You can't expect this town

to just sit back and let him have his way.

The town?

Well, just what has the town

got to do with it?

Some of you people have

been sold a bill of goods.

Earl isn't worried about the town,

he's worried about his own skin.

- Just take it easy.

- And Reeger!

He has his own reasons for bein' worried.

Ask him about 'em.

If we let Gant go on,

we won't have any town to live in!

Buck, maybe you're right,

but it don't cut ice.

You can't do anything about it,

and it's up to the rest of us.

I don't like it much,

but what else can we do?

All right. We've talked enough.

Let's go.

Oh, listen to me!

A mob isn't the answer!

You couldn't wait, Earl.

- You're determined to get somebody killed.

- Only Gant.

We're gonna tell him either he gets on

his horse right now and gets out of town...

or we're gonna gun him down.

Who's gonna do the talkin'?

You, Earl?

Why not? You think

you can do any better?

Well, maybe I can.

At least I can try.

- Asa will go with me. The rest of you wait here.

- No.

We're stayin' right behind you.

He'll listen better lookin' down

the muzzles of a dozen guns.

There's time for that later,

if we have to.

Give me a chance to try and

work it out without bloodshed.

You'll have your chance.

You can do all the talkin'

you want to.

But when you fall flat on your face,

then we're gonna do it my way.

It's either that, or you can

stay out of it altogether.

Gant won't dare

go against all of us.

You're goin' with us?

- All right.

- Come on.

Gant?

You're an organizer

as well as a physician.

I've come to ask you to leave.

And you come alone and unafraid.

We're not gonna argue with you, Mr. Gant.

We ask you to leave quietly.

And if I don't?

I'm tryin' to stop violence, Gant,

not cause it.

I ask you to consider what

will happen if you refuse.

I've thought of it.

Ask him who he's after, Doc.

It doesn't make any difference

who he's after.

We're not gonna sacrifice anyone.

All right, Doc, you've talked enough.

Now we'll do it our way.

There are many of you!

Yes, you could kill me,

if you're willing enough.

But it's only fair to tell you first

that I'll kill you, Stricker...

and you, Dutch Henry...

the physician, his father...

and there might even be

time for you, storekeeper.

You surprise me, Physician.

I didn't expect to see you

running with the pack.

You've come against me once.

Now I warn you.

I'll stay here

until I'm ready to leave.

I use my gun for money,

and I don't like to work for nothing.

But you trouble me again

and I may have to break my rule.

That's my prescription, Physician.

You'd better have it filled.

You're not making any progress.

Keep working at it.

- I thought you were going into town.

- After you finish breakfast.

You've only been at it an hour.

We still have the rest of the day.

Who's that?

It's Luke.

- Good morning, Anne.

- Hello.

- You all right?

- Why shouldn't I be?

We don't live

on the moon out here.

I know about what happened in town,

and I know that you were part of it.

Nothing came of it, honey,

so there's nothing to be excited about.

- Good morning, Judge.

- Good morning, Luke.

But Buck Hastings said that Gant

threatened to kill you.

That's a foolish thing for Buck to say.

When was he here?

He was sitting on the porch

waiting when I got up.

- I don't think he had much sleep.

- Why did he bother you?

He was hoping I could suggest

something to do about Gant. I couldn't.

I was with Buck until almost 2.00

this morning talking about the same thing.

We couldn't come up

with any new answers either.

- Maybe we'd better go back to the old way.

- You tried that last night.

No, last night Asa and I were angrier with

Stricker and Reeger than we were with Gant.

We were the ones who insisted

on trying to talk with him.

Luke, please don't

get involved in this.

But I am involved in it.

We all are.

Can't sit back and have people afraid

to walk the streets.

- Would you like some coffee?

- Oh, fine.

I'll heat it up.

Trouble is, I can't make

my mind accept that...

Gant is the vicious killer

I know him to be.

I've played chess with him. I've talked

to him. I found myself liking him.

Viciousness in men, Luke, is inside.

- Deep inside.

- But why?

What caused it? I keep wanting to know

what makes him tick.

Well, it's usually a kind

of logical progression.

A youngster starts

running with a gang.

Sooner or later they're killed off

or sent to prison...

until he's the only one left.

He's gotten away with killing

and he keeps going with it, alone.

Pretty soon

he's everybody's enemy.

He can't let himself

even like someone...

because someday

he might have to kill them.

By then there's no turning back.

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