Sunset in the West Page #4

would have to be released on bail.

Now, no one but a government man

could've done that in so short a time.

You made it appear that this

message was to your brother.

But, you see, we're very

well organized, Nick.

Even to the man who routes our trains.

The government's been looking for the

head of the gun runners for a long time.

And now one of its agents knows.

But, you won't be able to tell anybody.

This is the end of the road for you.

That won't help you any, McKnight.

If anything happens to me,

there'll be government

agents swarming all over here

inside of an hour.

I'm gambling it won't happen

quite that soon.

You know, this hasn't killed a man

since the days of Napoleon.

What are you going to do with Rogers?

What can we do?

The same treatment.

I'll get rid of Nick.

- You and Walt take care of Rogers.

- Ok

- Nick.

- Yeah.

Yeah.

C'mon, Rogers.

Well, this looks like it ought

to be a good spot, huh?

C'mon, Rogers, keep walking.

Yeah, it is a good spot.

All right, Rogers, what's the matter?

You afraid of walking off a cliff?

Might be your last step.

Oh, it's a cinch we can't

follow him into town.

It's Roy!

- Tad, where are the boys?

- Well, they're all out looking for you.

Dixie, run over to the cantina

and if Nick Corella shows up,

bring him back here.

He just did me a big favor.

Where'd they take you, Roy?

I'll get a posse together

and we'll go out and...

Wait a minute, Tad.

I can't tell you

where they took me.

They had me blindfolded.

C'mon, you gotta get up.

Oh, I know it hurts.

Yes, that's all now.

C'mon, boy.

That's alright, boy.

C'mon now, we're going for a walk.

That's a boy.

That's a boy.

You've got Sherlock.

Yeah.

Doc Jones just left.

Says he can't do anything for him.

Wants me to put him out of his misery.

Guess I might as well get it over with.

C'mon, old timer.

Did you hear the citizen's committee

wants to call in the militia?

Yeah.

All we need's a little more time.

With election day tomorrow

it sure looks bad for Tad.

Hey, I wonder where Sherlock is?

Tad!

Roy!

Uncle Tad just left to put

Sherlock out of his misery.

- Well, you should've stopped him.

- I tried to, but I...

C'mon.

Oughta be some good hunting here, boy.

Only that's the tree that

I spent the night under.

The time my leg was broke.

Chasing those two escaped convicts.

Yeah.

I'd still be there, I guess.

My bones would.

If you hadn't gone

barking and yelping.

The folks came to help me.

Uncle Tad, why couldn't you have waited?

You mean that shot?

I saw you ride up. I was just

trying to call you over.

Sherlock.

Uncle Tad you didn't.

No, I couldn't.

Did you say you were trying

to get our attention?

Yeah, Sherlock found a body.

Nick Corella.

Don't touch anything, Roy.

Dead about 24 hours.

Shot in the back.

His body was brought here

after he was killed.

I'll send the coroner out from town.

Splinters, you stay here with the body.

Don't let anybody touch anything.

C'mon, Dixie.

Hey, hey, Sherlock.

You stay here with me and keep me company.

Why, getting back into action is the

best thing that ever happened to you.

You're not going to let

anybody get near that body.

Not even me.

Are we?

Yeah.

Now that Rogers knows who you are...

and with a federal man missing...

this town will be swarming with

government men by tomorrow night.

I'll make the contact. We'll run

those guns as soon as possible.

Then we'll clear out.

Get in touch with Blinky and have him send

an engine to pick up that refrigerator car.

Nick left this for you in case

something happened to him.

The last time I saw him

was yesterday when he

told me to send a telegram

to him at the dipper.

He was working for the government, Roy.

That's why he slipped me that knife.

It also explains why he

got Kimball out of jail.

So he could trail him.

"If my plans miss, this message

will be placed in your hands."

"The enclosed identification will explain."

"Please notify the Department

of Justice immediately. Nick."

Do you think you can find out

who killed him, Sheriff?

If I don't, the next Sheriff will.

Hey Roy, this is something.

I waited at the coroner's office

like you said.

There's the bullet that killed Nick.

This is from an old-type muzzle loader.

Must be over a hundred years old.

Wonder who'd own a gun like that?

I don't know, Roy.

The only gun collector around

here that I know is McKnight.

McKnight?

Yeah.

Let's go and have a little talk with him.

Splinters. Round up the boys.

We'll go over and see if McKnight

owns a gun that'll match this bullet.

- See ya later, Carmelita.

- Ok, Roy.

- Buenos Dias, Sheriff.

- Where's McKnight?

- He's not here. He's gone.

- Yeah?

This is the gun room

I was telling you about.

He's very proud of his collection.

Quite an arsenal.

We better see

if we can find that gun.

Hey, here's an old one.

I'll bet this thing hasn't been

fired in over a hundred...

You know, on him it looks good.

Definitely.

Hey!

When I was blindfolded last night

I heard a bird chirp right

after the shot that killed Nick.

I been here before.

McKnight knew Nick was a

government agent and he killed him.

But, how could he know that?

Nick didn't even tell me.

That telegram Carmelita sent for Nick...

never went through.

It must've been stopped at the depot.

But, had it gone through...

the government agents would

have contacted us by now.

Let's pick up Blinky-

Hey, Tim, you better stick around and

pick up McKnight when he comes back.

Hold it, Elroy.

- Rogers and the sheriff are at my place.

- Oh, they are, huh?

Well, we better get moving.

There's over a half million

dollars worth of guns and

ammunition riding in that car.

And I don't want to get

caught and strung up

in this crummy town. Not

even for you, McKnight.

Well, I've done my share, Mr. McKnight.

I'll see you for my cut later.

Wait a minute, Blinky.

This is our last run,

you'd be better off

staying with us.

Get this thing rolling.

Spread out and search the town.

See if you can pick up Blinky.

We'll wait here for him.

That's funny.

There's no train leaving here

'til five o'clock tonight.

If that was a scheduled

train, it'd be on that board.

We'll have to check up on that.

But, there's no road along the

track 'til Willett Crossing.

- We'll form a posse.

- I'll meet you back here.

Slow down at the next turn. The

boats will be waiting there.

Get the guns in those boats. Hurry!

C'mon, Blinky, you can help 'em.

- McKnight?

- Yes.

I've got a message for

you from the captain.

He says he's afraid to bring the

ship in any closer than ten miles.

Well, I can't says I blame him. This

is the last shipment for some time.

We've got to find a new contact point.

Tell him he'll hear from me in a few days.

C'mon boys,

you can help with the guns.

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