Ride the high country Page #6

- Looks like they got Sylvus.|- I know that. Come on! We're getting out.

You got two brothers dead,|you talk about running?

Come on!

I wonder where those other three went.

- I hope they're not still following us.|- Calm your fears, honey.

My guess is, they gave up|and went back to Coarse Gold.

Assuming that's so,|I'll have your gun back.

Do you hear me, boy?

I'm sorry, Mr. Judd.|I guess I was showing off.

- What happens when we get to town?|- It's up to the sheriff.

He's turning us in.|You know that. So do I.

- Ever hear of Folsom Prison, Heck?|- No.

Well, it's solid rock.

During the years we spend there|we'll discuss...

...the events of the past few minutes|at great length.

And by the time you get out, you won't|like him any better than I do now...

...which isn't one hell of a lot.|Where do I sleep?

Up there. I don't wanna see you|till breakfast.

Cut me loose, Steve.

Why?

Because I don't sleep so good anymore.

- Good night.|- Good night.

My father says|there's only right and wrong...

...good and evil.

Nothing in between.

- It isn't that simple, is it?|- No, it isn't. It should be, but it isn't.

What's gonna happen to him?

The boy? I'll testify for him.|They shouldn't be too hard.

Will you testify for Mr. Westrum?

- No, I won't.|- Why?

Because he was my friend.

- How come he don't tie us up?|- What for?

No place to go.

He's got the horses,|and he's got the guns.

And it wouldn't take long|for Steve Judd to find us.

Wait a minute, kid.|I just had a thought.

Well, keep it to yourself.|I'm fed up with you and your ideas.

That's all right.

That's all right.

- Morning.|- Morning.

- Where's Gil?|- Gone.

Why didn't you go with him?

Because I didn't see any future|in our partnership.

Come on.

Get up there!

You wait here.

I'll go down and take a look around.

- The old gent's taking quite a chance.|- I don't think so.

Neither does he.

I never figured|it would turn out this way.

Chances are I'll be locked up for a while.|I've got no call to bring it up.

- But maybe when I get out...|- I'll be there.

I saw your father. Everything's all right.

What are you doing?

- That's strange.|- What?

He goes to her grave every day|but always in the morning.

Never in the afternoon.

We're going to the ditch.

Now!

I walked right into it.

I'm gonna try for the corral.

I got him.

Well, where's the rifle?

On the horse.

Bad?

Not yet.

Partner, what do you think?

Let's meet them head-on, halfway,|just like always.

My sentiments exactly.

- You, Hammonds!|- What do you want, old man?

He wants a shovel and six feet of dirt.

You redneck peckerwoods.

You're too chicken-gutted|to finish this thing out in the open.

Two old men|against all three of you boys.

And if them odds ain't enough for you|damned dry-gulching Southern trash...

...we'll send out the girl.|- We're coming!

- You hear me, Henry?|- Yeah, I hear you.

You don't have to ask me twice!

Now, you hold on, Billy.

- We'll catch them when they raise up.|- Ain't you got no sense of family honor?

Start the ball, old man.

How'd we figure?

- A thousand dollars a shot?|- Yeah.

Those boys sure made me|a lot of money.

They put them all in one spot.

I don't want them to see this.

I'll go it alone.

Don't worry about anything.

I'll take care of it,|just like you would have.

Hell, I know that.

I always did.

You just forgot it for a while, that's all.

So long, partner.

I'll see you later.

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