Rancho Notorious Page #6

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I like a woman who's sometimes like

ice, sometimes burning like the sun.

A pipe dream in blue jeans

or in a birthday dress.

Give me one wish, and I'd wish

to see that rig again -

a shawl... and jewels... and all.

Just like that night.

What are you gonna do about it?

What is it, Vern?

It's a pipe dream. You'll kiss me

tonight and send me away tomorrow.

Maybe. If that's the way you feel,

where's the money you were bringing?

In my saddlebags.

- Then go and get it.

Star...

Vern?

I won't send you away tomorrow.

You're very beautiful.

The jewellery Frenchy gave you...

- Men are funny. All men are jealous.

Frenchy only gave me one of these.

- Which?

- The necklace.

The others I bought with the dress.

What about that?

- Oh, that? It was part of my cut.

Kinch gave it to me.

Kinch? It was Kinch!

Vern? What's the matter?

Now I can tell you what's been

choking me every minute.

Who wore that brooch before you?

A girl that I was gonna marry!

She was outraged and butchered

by the man who took that from her

and gave it to you for ten per cent

of her life!

She's on the floor.

She's got blue eyes.

Do you feel them staring,

see the blood, hear her screaming?

Kinch didn't tell me...

- Kinch!

I thought it was Wilson, Factor,

Frenchy, or somebody who'd gone.

I'm glad it wasn't Frenchy,

but it could've been.

It could've been anybody who came to

Chuck-A-Luck to hide. Chuck-A-Luck!

Altar Keane's place! Look, Altar.

Is that a bedroom or a morgue?

Look over here, through that window.

Is that a courtyard or a graveyard?

You think a dance-hall girl

was a dirty life?

You ought to be proud of that

compared to what you are now!

Here's your cut

from yesterday's job.

And there's payment for this.

I'm buying it back from you.

Let's get going, boy.

My shoulder...

Ever seen it, Kinch?

Touch it. Pick it up.

You've seen it, Kinch,

in a town in Wyoming, on a girl.

Altar told you!

- I'm gonna kill you.

- Wilson, Geary!

This is a private affair. Keep out.

You got business upstate.

Get out of town.

Don't go. Altar is squealing on us!

Get out!

I'm gonna kill you,

but I'm not gonna murder you.

I'll give you an even chance.

Now go ahead, draw.

I've seen you. You learned Frenchy's

draw. You can't make me fight.

Draw!

Draw!

All right.

Draw!

Take your guns out

and hold them at your sides. Do it!

Bartender... when you say go,

that's it.

Maybe you'll have the guts to shoot.

- I didn't mean to do it! She yelled.

If she hadn't yelled

, it would've been all right.

- Let's see how you like it.

Go ahead and yell. The longer

you yell, the longer you live.

What's the quarrel here?

There's no shooting in my town.

This man's wanted for murder.

A girl named Beth Forbes,

in a town called Whitmore

in Wyoming, August 10th last year.

Is that true?

I heard him admit it, Sheriff.

Is that true?

- I heard him admit it, Sheriff.

Thanks, mister. I've got a special

fondness for rats that kill women.

I'll need you for a witness.

You'll stay in town?

- Yes.

Come on.

Turn that man loose,

and don't make any noise.

This man is my prisoner.

- Yeah.

We got business with somebody

that squealed on him.

Gonzales, Harbin.

Altar!

Altar? Altar!

What's going on?

Where's Harbin and Gonzales?

I sent them away.

Is your shoulder bad?

- Bad enough to bring me back

instead of going on.

There isn't a horse in the corral.

What happened?

The hands are taking them

to Silver City to sell them.

There's a note for you.

It's the deed for the ranch.

The money's in the safe.

I'm leaving, Frenchy.

Has Vern been here?

- Yes.

You're doing this

on account of him?

- Yes.

You're not going away.

You belong to me! You'll stay here.

You don't like to lose, do you?

- No.

If I lose you, I might as well

turn myself in to the marshal.

Get it out of your mind.

You're not gonna meet Vern.

He wouldn't have me

because I belong to you.

Because of you and everything

you mean. You and the ranch.

I don't believe you!

I don't believe a word of you!

Where are you going?

- Away from here.

To Baldy Gunder's

or any saloon that'll have me.

I'll kill you before you do.

Hello, Frenchy.

You and Altar been packing long?

Place sure looks deserted.

Looks like people are moving.

What's going on?

- Planning to leave?

- Nobody's leaving.

Altar was gonna,

but she'll change her mind.

Don't make no difference.

We got plans for her.

She told Vern her brooch came from

his girl that I shot in a hold-up.

No telling what other things

she told him about all of us.

I told him where I got

the brooch, that's all.

I believe that.

You're a reasonable man. Once

they start talking they don't stop.

Ain't a marshal from here to Kansas

wouldn't pay for what she knows.

We took a lot from you.

You wiped your boots on us.

Too bad Preacher ain't here

to read over you.

You can get her and me, but I tell

you, you're gonna die doing it.

Here's where you're wrong, Frenchy.

The rifle on that sill is aimed at

your back, and Wilson's behind it.

If you think I'm gonna turn around,

you're mistaken.

Alright, you tell him!

It's there, Frenchy.

- You can get one of us, maybe two.

But there'll still be three left

to settle with her.

You've got the odds. Let us leave,

and Chuck-A-Luck's yours.

Not a chance!

We got the odds, we call the plays.

- The odds are changed.

There is a rifle on this sill

but there's nobody back of it.

I hogtied Wilson.

I was riding 500 yards behind you.

All of us were heading for the

same spot with different reasons.

They did a job on the sheriff, but

all your friends won't help you now.

The others are yours, Frenchy.

It's up to you whether

you turn 'em loose or hang 'em.

Shooting's better than they deserve.

First I want your word on something.

Keep them here a while.

I cried Kinch to jail personally.

Give me an hour's start.

Vern, maybe we can work out a deal.

If you're willing...

Watch out! The window!

Stop! Stop shooting!

- Throw out your guns!

Comanche...

Go on, get started.

Pick a direction

and don't come back.

That sheriff

will have a posse out.

I can't fight.

We'll be caught.

That's your problem.

Take your chances.

Once the posse gets them,

they'll come for you.

They're welcome to me.

We all get taken, sooner or later.

First, there's a matter

you and I have got to settle.

Altar...

She stepped in front of that

bullet to save you.

# Two men rode away

from Chuck-A-Luck

# And Death rode beside them

on the trail

# They died that day,

so the legends tell

# With empty guns,

they fought and fell

# And so ends the tale

of hate, murder and revenge! #

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