Rancho Notorious Page #3

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the town's shut up tight.

You took your time about it!

Couldn't find your particular brand

right away...

- Never mind about that.

Drink your whiskey

and be glad you got it.

Drink it fast. The final returns...

- I told you, never mind!

That dirty, double-crossing sheriff!

Not a thing but whiskey!

What did you expect to find?

Empty your bottles!

Empty them fast! Come on, Cowboy!

Go on, go on!

Empty it fast!

That's it!

- Give it to me.

What would you say that was?

- A pick.

These boys work real well together.

- Can't we talk this over?

How much would you take?

Polls are closed.

I have the latest count.

Citizens' Party - 119 votes.

Law And Order - 1,540.

Dad says we all meet later

at the Big Dipper Saloon.

Gentlemen, say your prayers.

- Cowboy, I'll give you $1,000.

I'd double that.

- $3,000. Hand it over!

You heard him - $3,000.

Let us out! $5,000! Do you hear me?

They're getting drunk at the Dipper.

- What are you doing?

The election threw you out of office.

- I wanna clean my desk out.

Go ahead. Then get outta here.

- You gonna let that crowd take 'em?

All right, I'll go and make

a speech at 'em. You stay here.

Bill, help me with this drawer.

It's stuck.

The horses are in the back!

- Fairmont's loose!

Come on.

Put up your hands!

That's very sensible.

Go find the horses.

- Yeah.

You'll just have to wait a minute,

gentlemen.

You'll have to walk out of town.

If you want my advice, you'll run.

Whoa! Wait here for me.

- What are you stopping for?

What I came to town for.

After the war, I settled in Missouri.

- What brought you west?

A bullet.

A bullet I put in a rancher,

another man who had his own sheriff.

Cheated me out of a homestead.

I met him in a corral.

He had the jump, but hate made me

fast. He went down like a stone.

I wasn't sorry, but I had to leave.

I got a rep for being a fast gun.

I kept meeting cowpunchers full of

booze, or trigger-crazy gunfighters.

I'd ride into a town and shoot my

way out. Seems that's how it went.

Must be a lonely trail.

- You don't make many friends.

There'll be a warrant out for you.

- First time I ever had a warrant.

First time I've been a horse thief!

Would you like a bed with springs tonight?

- They grow on cactus here?

Not exactly. Down there.

If you're not headed anywhere,

side with me for a while.

There's something I have to attend

to, but that can wait. Lead the way.

Hiya, Frenchy.

- Hi, Harbin.

Grain 'em.

- Rio, Gonzales!

Who is he?

Friend of mine.

Good to see you, Frenchy. Heard

you were on your way an hour ago.

Don't be surprised at anything here.

- The boss is waiting to see you.

Hello, Boss.

Frenchy, you old mustang.

Welcome back to Chuck-A-Luck.

Meet the boss of this ranch,

Altar Keane.

Lookout said somebody was with you.

- But for him, I might be on a rope.

Little trouble up in Gunsight.

Used his head and used his guts.

Uses his eyes too, doesn't he?

What are you staring at?

Shall I turn around?

- I've heard so many stories.

I wasn't certain there was an Altar Keane.

- You think I was a pipe dream?

It's the first time I ever met a

pipe dream with grease on her arms.

It's unsettling.

- Well, settle down.

Does he need to be out of sight?

He helped me break jail.

There's a warrant for that.

I'm tired. How many are here?

- Nine, including the lookouts.

Star came in. He's very prosperous

now. He's wanted in three states.

Any friend of Frenchy's is welcome,

if he agrees to the rules.

Hard to fancy anybody

not agreeing with you!

Don't fight, don't ask questions.

Everybody does his share of work.

You'll do yours.

- Sure, I'm good at cattle work.

- This is a horse ranch.

Come and get it! Come and get it!

Good music, isn't it?

- I'll take him in.

How do you want to be known?

- My name's Vern Haskell.

Some don't care to be called

by their names.

- Vern'll do.

All right.

We've got a new man tonight.

He helped Frenchy out of a jam.

Goes by the name of Vern.

This is Star. He carried one once.

And this is Red. Doesn't touch

liquor but is death on candy.

Here's Preacher -

he claims he was one once.

"Be joyful for you shall find

haven here. "

Preacher reads over anybody he kills.

This is the best hiding place

this side the moon.

Meet Harbin.

His warrants rotted away long ago.

I don't mind. There'll be more.

This is Comanche Paul.

He's half-Indian - the honest half.

Meet Wilson. Look at that smile.

He spends his time chasing ladies.

No girl is safe when he's around.

- One of them had some fight in her!

Uh-uh. Bobcat made these.

A real bobcat.

- Male or female?

Don't forget - no questions.

Kinch has a way with gold. He used

to pan it. Now he just borrows it.

Sit down.

- Where's Frenchy?

He's eating with me.

Mighty handsome filly.

You'll like Vern. He's all right.

- Outside of being a little fresh.

Could you find any use for this?

I haven't had perfume since I went

to El Paso two years ago.

I'm sorry I haven't got

anything else for your birthday.

They caught you, huh?

Crazy Frenchy.

Risking your life

for a bottle of perfume.

Don't ask me how old

I'll be tomorrow, or I'll ask you.

Does another year bother you?

- Every year's a threat to a woman.

Crazy Altar.

I been riding alone too long

this time. It's good to be back.

Pretty good, huh?

- Pretty good.

I might have liked that kind

of riding 10 or 12 years ago.

He can handle a horse!

- Ever seen him before?

Uh-uh

- Certain?

I never lose a face.

I don't know him.

He was looking at you

all through supper.

He sure does gander.

- He looks straight through a man.

Fancy riding!

- Yeah. She's a cocky filly.

Like women. Takes a lot of breaking

before she comes nice and even.

You're dead right on that.

Wilson!

- Howdy. Coming to this party?

To the party and away from a marshal.

Amigo, you sit on a horse

better than anybody.

If you let me say so.

They don't come any tougher even in

Wyoming. Any horses from up there?

Don't know.

We are only paid hands here.

Some of these fellas

range pretty far from here.

Used to be five paid hands. Martinez

worked on saddles and bridles.

He began to talk in town.

He began to answer questions.

No bridle on his tongue.

Four of us now.

We never know what become

of Martinez. They say...

Maybe you know what they say.

- You see?

Yeah. Yeah, I see.

A carful of cattlemen

was on a siding.

Jess went one end, me the other, and

them boys just emptied their pockets.

One tried to be brave.

That started the trouble.

We've been one jump ahead

of marshals across Texas.

What's the account?

- $4,800. That yours?

- That's right.

Care for any of that?

- No.

Ten per cent of this would be,

I should say, $50.

$50.

We'd better keep our faces

here for a month or so.

Before you do,

what's in that bag?

Bonds. City of Austin bonds.

They're worthless.

$1,100 worthless?

I take $110 in cash. Now.

How d'you expect us

to cash those in?

That's your trouble.

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