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- You know him, Sheriff? - I was in

Huntsville the same time he was- outside.

Well, I'd be glad

to get some firsthand information.

Mr. Fickert's with

the New York Herald.

Oh, yes. Horace Greeley's newspaper.

I haven't seen one in a long time.

I'm making this trip

to write up the Overland Mail.

I'm almost sorry we didn't meet up with

that gang you're after. Make good copy.

- Please don't say such things.

- Oh, don't get nervous, Mama.

Sheriff sitting just here with us.

This Zimmerman.

Cold proposition, isn't he?

- A pretty tough huckleberry.

- What's he look like?

Oh, he's about my height.

Maybe a little more, a little less.

Smooth-shaven, straight nose...

hair and eyes about my color.

I heard he came from

a pretty high-tone family.

Was goin'big guns in the bankin'business

till he met that woman.

- That so?

- Well, it's been rumored that way.

Oh, it's the truth.

She was a Creole gal from New Orleans...

and a plenty good looker.

Her name was, uh- was, uh-

- What was her name?

- What business you traveling for, Mr. Chickering?

Colt's.

Hartford, Connecticut.

- Oh.

- Just one more question.

- What crime were they going to hang Zimmerman for?

- Murder.

He killed this Creole gal

'cause she was...

double-dealing him

for some other young bucko.

Killed him too.

Shot 'em both dead.

That right, Sheriff?

Well, from what he told me,

they had it comin' to 'em.

You almost sound

as if you admired him.

Never underestimate

your enemy, Mr. Fickert.

- It's a good way to keep alive.

- Very interesting. Do you mind if I quote you?

No. Not at all.

Just so you spell my name right.

I hear Colt's getting out

some new army models.

- That's what I'm taking to California.

- Uh, Sheriff Miles.

M- I-L-E-S.

Ben Miles.

Slickest line of guns

you ever seed, Sheriff.

- Uh, show 'em to him, Mr. Chickering.

- Be glad to.

Fine.

Oh, Tom. Want to have a look at a hometown

newspaper? Ain't but 12 days old.

Thanks.

- What do you think?

- Well, it's way ahead of anything I've ever handled.

Good balance.

Yes. Nice, smooth action.

You wouldn't want to

sell this one, would ya?

I should say not. They're my samples.

May I see that, Sheriff?

Oh, that's mighty slick.

- Was it the outlaws?

- No, no.

- I reckon it was just a coyote run through the corral.

- Ah.

Well, folks, time we got to movin' again.

Sheriff, did you have my revolver?

Why, I gave it to Davis.

Didn't I lay it on the table?

Well, I- I don't see it.

Here it is, right where Mr. Davis left it.

- Thank you, Sheriff.

- Come on, folks.

Get your gear together.

We got a long ride ahead.

- Well, nice to have seen you, Sheriff.

- Thanks. Same to you.

Stage is waiting, Tom.

Hyah! Hyah!

What kind of a fool do you think I am?

Trying to swipe that salesman's gun.

I don't want to have to kill you,

unless you make me do it.

Everything all right, Zim?

By golly, I want drink.

Where's my- my wife?

- She coming with Tevis.

- Tev-

- You can't leave her- - Tevis knows

better than to lay a hand on her.

Now get in there.

- Vinnie!

- Tom!

Tom! Tom!

Oh!

- Oh, Tom.

- Take 'em inside.

Yeah, Zim.

- Yancy, go with 'em.

- Be glad to, boss.

Spit cat, ain't she?

Uh, I lost my gun.

Here it is.

Yeah.

- Want to bust my hand?

- Get up.

Now look.

Don't get any wrong ideas.

I warned you, Tevis.

I'Il- I'll kill you for this.

Get up.

You wouldn't kick me

if I- if I had my gun.

You'd like me to reach for it,

wouldn't ya?

Well, I don't know. I had it,

and somehow or other it fell out.

But you still have yours,

haven't you?

L-

Yes. I better get rid of it.

Good.

Do you think they'll

let us go tomorrow morning...

after the stagecoach gets here?

Not a chance.

They know that we saw them kill Sam.

We'll have to get out

before it comes in.

Yancy, you'll stand watch

till midnight.

- Yancy.

- Yeah. I heard ya. I heard ya. Sure.

- Gratz, you'll take the second watch.

- Yeah, Zim.

Tevis will relieve you at 4:00.

Can I fill this?

Yeah. Go ahead.

Get your water over there.

I want drinking water.

Can't you pour it in?

Gratz, you-

- you better get some sleep.

- Yeah, Zim.

Make me bury my coat.

Boss! Boss! It's following me!

- Boss!

- Tom!

It's after me, boss! There's a great big

mountain lion out there. It's- It's-

- Gratz, take his-

- I ain't gonna stay out there alone.

- Take his place.

- Yeah, Zim.

Well, there was.

There was a great big lion out there.

Go to bed.

- Sure.

- You better turn in too.

It's your turn next.

Oh, it was cold out there too, boss.

It was-

You made me bury my coat, and it was cold.

There was a lion out there,

too, I think.

I seen it, and it was-

it was following me right up to the house.

It's all right.

- What's the matter?

- The coyotes stopped howling. They help to cover the noise.

I have to feed the stock.

Gratz.

Go with him.

Ah, no pitchfork.

Use your hands.

What you got?

It fell out of my pocket.

Aw, it didn't fell.

What you got?

- I tell you, it fell out of my pocket.

- What is it?

- Well, it's a letter from my father.

- Put that down.

Back up. Move away.

By golly, pretty small letter.

- Where you go?

- Gonna water the stock.

They got enough water.

We go back.

- Did you get it?

- Shh, shh.

- Did you get the gun?

- No.

I didn't have time.

I had one piece of luck though.

You stay here.

- Yancy.

- Yeah, boss?

Get up on that water tower

and watch the road.

- Boss, I-I-I just got my beans.

- Come on. Come on.

Well-

Get up and watch. Always me.

Come on.

Can't even eat.

- What is it?

- It's the knife. It slipped out.

Oh.

It's right in the path.

They're bound to see it

if they go around that way.

- I've gotta take the baby out.

- Where?

Where do you think?

Just out for a walk, Gratzie.

Then take one.

Hey. Hey, look what the kid found.

Busted.

Busted, kid.

Wanna see me do a trick? Huh?

I love kids.

Hey, wanna see me do it again?

Come on.

You know what Zim say.

Come on.

Come on.

Tom! Tom, they must have heard it.

Well?

You might tell your wife it's not easy

to hear through that door. I tried it.

So have we.

Stagecoach will be here

in less than a hour if it's on time.

Come on.

Let's saddle up the horses.

Ow!

Here.

Use this.

Not in front of the house.

Back of the house.

Yeah, Zim.

Here. Let me.

You better get back to the door.

No more, Gratz.

You've had enough.

Now look, I wanna-

Look, I wanna go over everything

for the last time.

We can't depend on Yancy.

I'm gonna leave him where he is.

And the-Are you listening, Tevis?

Oh.

- Oh.

- What is it?

The knife- I broke the knife.

I was afraid

that was gonna happen...

sooner or later.

I can't budge it.

Come on, Vinnie.

See if you can squeeze through there now.

Wait a minute.

All right.

Get your shoulder down

a little bit. That's right.

Go on.

- Huh?

- I can't.

Oh.

Why do you get yourself

all worked up?

We've done everything we can.

Digging our hands raw

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