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Keep dry outside and wet inside.

That's what a man does in this country.

What's that?

You hear anything?

- No, I don't hear anything.

- Where's your gun?

Where do you think? She took it.

Psst.

Now, who can-who can that be?

- What are you gonna do?

- Keep a bead on him till you find out who it is.

- Are you the station keeper?

- No, I just work here.

Where's the boss?

Oh, he's around.

Just the two of you work here?

I guess you're wondering

who I am, huh?

Well, there aren't

many strangers come along.

I've been wondering about you too.

But I guess you're all right.

Deputy Sheriff Miles,

from Huntsville.

Oh.

Owens is my name.

It's all right, Sam.

You can come out now.

I hear they killed

one of my best friends, Johnny Madden.

- That's right.

- Ought to be shot down like a mad dog, that Zimmerman.

Not a doubt about it.

Trooper said he's looking for gold.

Just stand still, Todd.

Get your hands up.

Get over against that wall.

Higher.

Face it.

Now stay that way.

- Hiya, Sheriff Zimmerman.

- Keep 'em covered.

Sure, Zim.

- That everybody, boss? Just them two?

- Don't know for sure.

- By golly, it worked, just like Zim said.

- We could have rode straight in.

- Yancy, take a look around outside.

- Sure.

- Here. Take this.

- You reckon that I'll be needing firearms, boss?

- Take it. Put our horses in the corral and hide the saddles.

- Sure.

Take a look around for guns.

- Gratz.

- Yeah, Zim?

All right, Todd, Owens, turn around.

- Listen, Zimmerman.

- I'll do the talking!

I gotta say something!

Now, I want answers,

and I want 'em right.

What time's the next stage due here?

- One from the east.

- What time?

- Tonight.

- What time?

About sundown.

What about the next stage

from the west?

- That's tomorrow.

- What time?

Usually early mornin'.

That right?

I ask you, is that right?

- Yeah.

- Know how much gold it's carrying?

- No.

- You?

None. That shipment

went through today.

You-

I don't like to be lied to.

The westbound stage

is due here at 8:00 tonight.

The California stage

comes through tomorrow noon...

and it's carrying close to

$100,000 in gold bars...

consigned by the Crocker Mining Company

in Sacramento...

to the government mint

in Wall Street, New York.

You both knew it becauseJohnny Madden

told you so yesterday.

'Tain't so, Zimmerman.

Hey, Zim! Look!

You want to take me out

to a barn dance?

- Where did you get those things?

- In there.

- Where is she?

- Look, Zimmerman-

- Your wife?

- No.

So she's yours.

Where is she?

Where is she, Owens?

- Where's your wife?

- I haven't got a wife.

Look at the mules.

He won't hand us no more lies.

Where was you, Zim?

Using my head.

You ran out and left Owens.

Where is he?

You want I, uh, should

take care of him too?

If you had half a brain,

you'd know we need Owens.

Sounds just like a baby crying.

I'm a ringtail monkey if it don't.

Look. Look.

It-It is a baby.

Those are the men

the troopers were looking for.

- Why did they lock me in here?

- They think you're my wife.

- Your wife?

- That's right.

- What gave them that idea?

- I don't know. I didn't say it. It was their idea.

- Did you tell 'em different?

- They didn't give me a chance.

- Well, don't do it then.

- Why?

Well, it might save

your skin and your baby's.

- How?

- I don't know, but as long as they've made a mistake...

we might as well go along with it.

- Whose skin are you trying to save? Ours or yours?

- Well, mine too.

Now listen here, Miss Holt or Mrs. Holt

or whatever your name is...

those killers are after gold-

gold that's coming through tomorrow

on the stage from California.

I don't know what's in their crazy heads

or what their scheme is...

but killing me right away isn't part of it,

or they'd have done that by now.

What's all this got to do with

your telling them I'm your wife?

I told you I didn't tell 'em.

They just put two and two together.

Simple as that, huh?

You're not getting me mixed up in this.

I'm going out there and tell them

I'm just a passenger on this line.

They can rob all

the stagecoaches they want to...

but I'll do nothing to get

Callie and me killed.

Now you listen to me.

Your only chance of staying alive

at least as long as I do...

is to let 'em keep on thinking

that you're my wife.

They need me.

The gold they want

is on the eastbound stage...

but it doesn't come

through here until tomorrow.

There's a westbound stage

that goes through here tonight.

Sam's dead. They've got to

keep me here alive.

Now you and the baby

can stay alive just as long as I do.

That's all I've gotta say,

and you can do what you like.

- Where'd you get this?

- Why do you think Todd was running for the stable?

That's where Zim find it, by golly.

Old sowbelly sure could have

picked us off with this.

Give it to Gratz. He won't leave it lying

around where Owens can get his hands on it.

Meanin' you can't count on me?

Now let's get this straight.

I didn't pick any of you for this.

You just happened to be there

when I made my break.

All right. You're here.

And that's my bad luck.

By golly, Zim, I don't do nothing.

Aw, it's not you he's shootin'at.

You, Gratz-You're nothing but a-

a big dumb coot that does anything he says.

And you, Yancy-

You're a one-horse horse thief.

It's me he's gripin' at.

The first thing to do

is to get rid ofTodd's body.

Take care of it, Tevis.

- You, Yancy. Give him a hand.

- Sure.

Come on, bean belly.

All right. Come out.

Gratz!

- You must forgive him. He's just a big dumb animal.

- Yeah, by golly.

What kind of an animal are you,

letting them shoot down an unarmed man?

Kill or be killed.

He was heading for that rifle.

- Where's your gun?

- My what?

- Your revolver. You know what I'm talking about.

- Can't you see he hasn't any?

Where's your revolver?

Well, Sam had it. You took it away from him.

Don't you remember?

- Where's his gun?

- He sent it to Tucson to have it fixed.

What was wrong with it?

The firing pin was broken.

That's a rotten thing to do.

Tevis.

Put that body on a pack mule.

Tevis has no respect for the dead.

And he just loves the living.

Why don't you let us bury him?

We won't run away.

We'd hate to get shot in the back.

Go ahead, if it'll make you

feel any better.

Wait a minute.

I'll get the baby.

She's all right

where she is, Mrs. Owens.

If you want to go with your husband, go,

but the baby stays here.

Go with 'em.

Tell Tevis to let 'em bury him.

- Yeah, Zim.

- Stay close.

Yeah, Zim.

All right.

Back to the station.

Well, maybe they want

to say some words.

Well, let 'em get it over with.

You take that shovel and get goin'.

- Well, it ain't fit to walk away-

- I said get goin'.

Well, go on.

Go on. Say the words.

May the Lord grant you

everlasting rest and peace.

Come on. What are you doing?

Preaching a sermon?

Where's my pistol?

It must be behind the water trough.

Just a minute.

Now I want the next stage

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