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to come through and no questions asked.

- But they'll want to know where Sam is, won't they?

- And you'll tell 'em.

Gone to Tucson, Fort Yuma.

Make up your own story.

But make it good,

so nobody gets suspicious.

Remember, Owens.

You have two good reasons to be careful.

Company rules.

If they hadn't forced me to stay here,

I'd be on my way to myjob...

and we'd be safe.

Yeah, well...

looks like we've both missed

being on the right stage.

Where were you bound for?

I was taking Callie to her father's folks

in Independence.

- Where is her father?

- He was killed in Gold Run three months ago.

Her mother too.

Callie isn't my baby.

Her motherJeannie was my sister.

Oh.

Well, what happened?

We used to sing and dance

on the Mississippi riverboats.

Jeannie fell in love with a gambler.

He got the gold fever.

You know, wanted to go out west.

She wouldn't go without me.

So we went.

From mining camp to mining camp.

Jeannie was pretty.

Johnny, her husband, was...

hot-tempered and jealous.

Every time a man so much

as gaveJeannie a smile there'd be a brawl.

One night a drunken

claim jumper took a fancy to her...

and when the shooting

was over I was alone...

with Callie.

I kept on working.

Saved up enough money

to get us back east.

And-

And you end up in this mess.

If I could get my hands on that pistol.

I was... just watching Owens

like you told me to.

Keep away from her.

Oh, I- I ain't been

cured of women yet.

Ain't had your medicine, Zim.

Now let's get one thing straight.

Owens'll take orders from us

just as long as he thinks...

that's the only way

he'll save his wife and kid.

You start anything, and the whole thing

blows up in our faces.

Where did you get that coat?

Oh, oh. Well, I got-

It's just a coat-

He took it from that

fancy-pants passenger.

- He took a whole carpetbag full.

- Take it off!

- Ah, well, it's kind of pretty-

- Take it off and bury it.

- Bury it?

- Yes, bury it. Get it all out of sight.

Don't you realize there's a whole stagecoach

full of people coming through here soon?

- Can't you get that through your simple heads?

- I'm sorry, boss.

- L- I "misfigured" it.

- Well, bury it.

Take it off. Bury it.

Dig a hole, and I'll bury-

I'll bury everything that-

What happens? A pity to take

a pretty coat out and bury it.

I wish I'd have stayed in jail.

- The clock's stopped.

- Usually does if you don't wind it.

What time is it by your watch?

I could tell you if I had it.

Yancy.

- Yeah, boss?

- What time is it by his watch?

Well, let's see now.

Uh-

Just, uh, 9:
00. Straight up.

Have you got any idea

what's holding up that stagecoach?

- No.

- Well, does it often come in so late?

Sometimes.

Sometimes they don't get in at all.

Well, what do you mean by that?

Johnny Madden's stage never got in, did it?

Boss! Boss, look. She

likes it. She's singin'.

Mrs. Owens, put your baby to bed.

She sure sings pretty, ma'am.

I'll call you when the stage comes.

- Have you thought of something?

- Yes.

Here. Try to get this

to the stagecoach driver.

But be careful.

Don't take any chances.

They'll be watching us every minute, and they'll

shoot down everyone if anything goes wrong.

I'll try to get one to him too.

Keep your ear at the door.

What's that?

Ah, keep your pants on, Yancy.

It's just a lucky old coyote

singin' to his sweetheart.

She comin', I think. Listen.

Yeah, by golly.

That's it.

- That's it all right. You know what to do.

- Yeah, Zim.

- Tevis-

- Don't worry about me.

- Yancy.

- Sure, sure. I know, boss.

All right. Come on out.

Both of you.

Yancy.

- What's he going to do?

- He'll look after the baby.

Now go with them.

- Tevis.

- Now wait a minute, Zimmerman.

She'll be all right, just as long

as you don't make any mistakes.

- Why can't I stay here with my husband?

- Because I don't want you here.

He don't trust no woman, girlie.

Go on, Mrs. Owens.

Go ahead.

Gratz.

Now remember. All Gratz and Tevis

have to hear is one shot.

Now grab that lantern

and look alive.

Come on.

Get your hands off that.

I thought you wanted that stagecoach

to go through with no questions asked.

- Well, they won't even come in if they don't hear me blow this.

- All right. Go ahead.

But they better come in.

Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah!

Now-

Now, kiddie, everything's all right.

Your mama's just-just gone for a walk.

Your Uncle Yancy'll take care of ya.

Go to sleep now.

That's right. Go to sleep.

And when you grow up, kiddie...

never, never, never...

steal a horse.

I think that'll fit me all right.

Get it on there.

We'll see.

That's the prettiest shoe I...

ever did see.

I'll make it. I'll make it stick.

Confounded thing. I'll get it.

Uh, Gratz...

you, uh, stay back where

you can see Zim's signal.

Whoa. Whoa.

Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah!

- Whoa!

- Howdy, Tom.

- Hiya, Tex. Hiya, Luke.

- Howdy, Tom.

Where's Sam?

- Uh, Tucson.

- Tucson?

Yeah, he

- he had to go have his tooth pulled. Face swelled clear out to here.

Kind of unusual, ain't it? Old Sam leaving

you here alone with them outlaws on the loose?

He's not exactly alone.

Ah. I guess I better

introduce myself.

Deputy Sheriff Miles.

Huntsville.

Oh. I thought it was kind of funny that old

Sam would go off and leave Tom here alone.

- You know, shorthanded.

- No sign of them outlaws yet?

Nope. Say, you're kind of

late tonight, aren't ya?

Yeah. They made us wait

up at La Mesilla till Gil Scott drove in.

Just wanted to make sure

we wouldn't run into no trouble.

Want me to give you a hand

with the team, Tom?

No, I'll help him.

Ah, much obliged. Say, your face

looks kind of familiar, Sheriff.

It does to a lot of people.

Say, you'd better go on inside. Tom's

got bacon, beans and coffee on the stove.

Oh, good. Good. Come on, Luke.

Come on, folks. Let's eat.

- Good. I'm ready for it.

- I hope the coffee is better here...

than it was that

last place we stopped.

Certainly glad to get in here.

All right. Go ahead.

Whoa!

All right.

Ha! Ho! Hyah.

That's it.

Hyah.

All right.

Yeah.

Do you know how long it's been

since I seen a pretty face, girlie?

Two years.

Two long years.

That jug they had me in

up in Huntsville...

didn't have no window.

I could hear the laughing and the...

music from the dance hall

across the street.

Oncet I even got a whiff

of perfumey...

like yours.

But I couldn't see.

No, sir.

Not for two long years.

Say, Tom, I keep thinkin' it's a funny

thing Sam would go off and leave you alone.

Couldn't you yank

that tooth for him?

- Well, Luke- - I told Todd I'd

stick here until he got back.

I could use some more coffee, Tom.

Sort of left Tom here

in your custody, huh, Sheriff?

Yeah. That's about the size of it.

Thanks, Tom.

You sure I ain't seen ya

someplace before, Sheriff?

- Ever been to Huntsville?

- Nope.

Not inside.

I hear it's a pretty tough place.

Not tough enough to hold

that fella Zimmerman.

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