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Then it's only a hoot an' a holler

into Lordsburg.

We've got four men

who can handle firearms.

Five with you, Ringo.

Doc can shoot, if sober.

I can shoot? I can shoot?!

Now, Mrs. Mallory, I ain't

gonna put a lady in danger...

...without she votes for it.

I've traveled all the way here

from Virginia.

I'm determined to get to my husband.

I won't be separated any longer.

- What's your vote, mister?

- Where are your manners, Curley?

Ain't you gonna ask

the other lady first?

Well, what do you say?

What difference does it make?

It doesn't matter.

I vote that we go on.

I demand it.

I'm standing on my legal rights.

What do you say, Hatfield?

- Lordsburg.

- Four.

- You, Doc?

- I'm not only a philosopher, sir.

I'm a fatalist. Somewhere, sometime

there may be the right bullet...

...or the wrong bottle...

...waiting for Josiah Boone.

- Why worry when or where?

- Yes or no?

Having that philosophy, sir,

I've always courted danger.

During the late war, when I had

the honor to serve the Union...

...under our great president,

Abraham Lincoln...

...and General Phil Sheridan,

well sir...

...I fought 'mid shock and shell

and cannon roar.

Do you want to go back or not?

No.

I want another drink.

That's five.

How about you, Mr. Hancock?

Peacock. I'd like to go on,

brother. I want to reach...

...the bosom of my dear family,

in Kansas City, Kansas...

...as quickly as possible. But I may

never reach that bosom if we go on.

So, under the circumstances,

you understand, brother...

...I think it best we go back

with the bosoms...

...I mean, the soldiers.

One against.

Well, Buck?

Buck says "aye", that's six.

I'm voting your proxy, Kid,

and you go with me.

Ain't nothin' keepin' me out

of Lordsburg, Curley.

There sure ain't. Well folks,

that settles it, we're goin' through.

Sit down, folks, and eat your grub.

Come on Buck, we'll change them horses.

- But Curley, ain't we gonna eat?

- You can eat later!

Here you go, folks.

Food's on the table, help yourselves.

You've got a long ride ahead of you.

You ain't drinkin' Billy?

Sit down here, ma'am.

Thanks.

May I find you another place,

Mrs. Mallory?

It's cooler by the window.

Thank you.

Looks like I got the plague, don't it?

- No... no it's not you.

- Well, I guess you can't...

...break out of prison and into society

in the same week.

Please... please.

- You're ill, Mrs. Mallory.

- No, it's just that I...

I'll be all right.

You've been very kind. Why?

In the world I live in, one doesn't

often meet a lady, Mrs. Mallory.

Have you ever been in Virginia?

I was in your father's regiment.

I should remember your name.

You're Mr. Hatfield.

That's what I'm called, yes.

Why do you look at me like that?

I'm just trying to remember.

Ain't I seen you

someplace before, ma'am?

No, you haven't.

I wish I had, though.

I know you, I mean...

...I know who you are. I guess

everybody in the territory does.

Well, I used to be

a good cowhand, but...

...things happen.

Yeah, that's it.

Things happen.

So now they'll take you back to prison.

Not till I finish a job, in Lordsburg.

But you can't.

You're going there as a prisoner.

All aboard for Apache Wells, Lee's...

Ready folks, the horses are changed.

We better get going.

...and Lordsburg, maybe.

All right get going, Ringo.

Mrs. Pickett, tell Billy

the buckboard is all ready.

- Right, Marshall, we're ready.

- Come on, folks, let's go.

- What did you say?

- Nothin'.

Well why don't you say somethin'?

A fella gets nervous...

...sittin' here like a dummy, with

nothin' to think about but the Indians.

You say something, you've been

sittin' there all day talkin'...

...without makin' any sense!

All right, I'll say somethin'

that makes sense.

If I was you, I'd let 'em shoot it out.

- Let who?

- Luke Plummer and the Kid.

There'd be a lot more peace in

this territory if that Luke Plummer...

...was so full of lead

he couldn't hold his liquor!

I ain't sayin' I don't share

your sentiments, Buck.

- But you're a born fool.

- Oh, I know that.

In the first place, Luke would kill

the Kid in a gun fight.

In the second place,

if Luke did get shot...

...he's got two brothers

just as ornery as he is.

No, the only safe place for Ringo

is in the pen.

And I aim to get him there

in one piece.

Well I'll be doggoned if I didn't

do you an injury, Curley.

- I figured you were after the reward.

- Reward?

Why, the Kid's old man and me

was friends.

We used to punch cattle together.

Besides, I could use that $500 in gold.

I can't get over the impertinence

of that young lieutenant.

I'll make it warm for that shavetail!

I'll report him to Washington!

We pay taxes to the government

and what do we get?

Not even protection from the Army!

I don't know what

the government is coming to.

Instead of protecting businessmen,

it pokes its nose into business.

Why they're even talking now

about having bank examiners.

As if we bankers don't know

how to run our own banks!

At home I actually have a letter

from a popinjay official...

...saying they were going

to inspect my books!

I have a slogan that should be placed

on every newspaper in the country.

America for Americans! The government

must not interfere with business!

Reduce taxes! Our national debt

is something shocking!

Over one billion dollars a year!

What this country needs is

a businessman for president.

What this country needs is more fuddle.

What?

Fuddle!

You're drunk, sir!

I'm happy, Gatewood.

How come you're taking this route?

It's gonna be cold up there.

I'm using my head. Those beach-crowd

Apaches don't like snow.

Maybe you'd like to...

sit next to me.

You could put your head on my shoulder.

No, thank you.

How are you feeling, Mrs. Mallory?

Is there any water?

Driver, canteen please.

Just a minute, Mrs. Mallory.

Haven't I seen this crest before?

Isn't this from Greenfield Manor?

I wouldn't know, Mrs. Mallory.

I won this cup on a wager.

How about the other lady?

Thanks.

Sorry...

...no silver cups.

This is fine!

Please, Doctor.

Howdy, Chris, seven hours from

Dry Fork, pretty fast drivin', amigo!

Get the folks a bite to eat,

while we change the horses.

We're pushing right on to Lordsburg.

You come without soldiers?

Oh, we weren't scared. We didn't see

one Apache, did we Curley?

- Where's the cavalry, Chris?

- Where's the soldiers?

There ain't no soldiers.

Soldiers are gone!

Where's Captain Mallory?

Where's my husband? Where is he?

- You his wife, I think?

- Yes, where is he?

- Did he go with his men?

- S, seora.

A little, what you call, skirmish...

...with the Apaches last night.

Soldiers take Captain Mallory

to Lordsburg.

I think he get hurt, maybe.

Badly?

S, seora. I think so.

I think so.

I'm awfully sorry.

If there's anything I can...

I'm quite all right, thank you.

Marshall, come here quickly!

Come on, Doc.

Let's go, Doc.

A sick woman on our hands!

That's all we needed!

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