Tall in the Saddle Page #6

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The district judge at Garden City

might be very interested in these.

Give me a hand here, boys.

Say, looks like you two

had a little disagreement.

- He isn't dead, is he?

- Not permanently, I don't reckon.

- What happened, anyway?

- Nothing! Nothing at all!

You must have found out something.

Come on.

- What's the matter? Are you hurt?

- Shut up!

Don't you talk to me like that!

I'll have you...

Find out who owns

that tobacco pouch yet?

Nope, but get Clint Harolday.

- Clint? Is he in on it?

- I don't know, but get him.

Bring him up to my room.

Yeah!

So now you know the truth.

Think you can steal him away from me,

you're welcome to try it.

Did you get it?

Nope, but I don't think it matters much.

You go on back to the KC,

and I'll come out in the morning...

pick you up and take you

over to Garden City.

I hate putting you to that trouble.

It's nothing at all. I'm going there anyway.

You look like you've been fighting.

What are you doing here?

I was just telling Miss Cardell...

about you and me.

What about you and me?

- I think I'd better be going.

- Just a minute.

What all has she been telling you?

Really, I'd rather not.

Go ahead. Tell him.

And I dare him to deny it.

Deny what?

That she was with you last night

in the cabin in the mountains.

Why should I deny it?

- Didn't you make love to me?

- Make love?

You didn't kiss me, I suppose.

Do you expect me to deny that, too?

You see?

Maybe you ought to hear

what I have to say.

Please, you needn't explain.

After all, it isn't any of my business, is it?

- Why, you little...

- That's right. Start swearing.

Just like a man.

If there wasn't a lady here,

I'd do more to you than swear.

Mr. Rocklin, I can't thank you enough

for trying to help me, and I...

I really appreciate it ever so much.

She's lovely, isn't she? So sweet, honest...

but helpless.

It's a pity you didn't fall in love with her

instead of me.

You might as well know right now...

that no woman is going to get me

hogtied and branded.

Don't be so sure.

I don't think I'm doing so badly.

Don't you?

Don't you know?

I know there isn't anything

you wouldn't do to get what you want.

I always get what I want.

See? Bye.

Whatever is to become of you?

Have you no pride, decency?

Throwing yourself at that wretch

like any shameless hussy.

I thought we were done with him...

but, no, you had to run and tell him

all about our business.

Don't you dare deny it.

You know very well you told him

about that letter I wrote to Mr. Garvey.

Didn't you?

Tell Miss Martin

I'll take care of everything.

You'll take care of everything.

Get down. Tie them up.

All right.

Come in.

Get in. Get in.

Here he is, Rock.

Caught him just in time near the Topaz.

Heading for out, I'd say. Here's his gun.

How about you going down

and having one on me?

Tell Cap to charge it.

Yeah.

But if you need me, holler.

What's this all about?

Now, there's no use you getting

all het up and excited, kid.

I just want to ask you a few questions.

Sit down.

I told you, I don't know

who owns that pouch...

and I don't know who shot at you.

Forget it. That's not what

I wanted to talk to you about anyway.

What do you want to talk about?

Come on! Get it over with!

Clint, I want you to tell me

why Garvey murdered Red Cardell.

- You know, don't you?

- Me? No.

You do, and you're

going to tell me all about it.

I don't know anything about it!

- Talk.

- I don't know anything!

I would...

Look at this. Where's Doc Riley?

What's the matter? What is it?

Somebody better fetch Harolday.

Better get Arly, too.

- She was over at the hotel.

- I'll get her.

What's going on? Gangway.

Here, what's the trouble?

And I warned you, didn't I?

Guess that's the last trouble

you'll cause in this town.

- Hand over that gun.

- Now, just a minute.

I know it looks bad, but I didn't kill the kid.

I believe you.

When I come in, his gun was laying

right over there...

No, it wasn't. It was right here in my hand,

like it is now.

Yeah, if you didn't kill him, then who did?

I don't know, but I'm going to find out.

Where's my boy?

- I didn't do it, Harolday.

- Who did, then?

He had a gun in his hand

when we came in.

Bet it's the same one that killed Clint.

What do you say to that?

- He's right.

- You admit it.

That still doesn't say I did it.

- Why'd you do it?

- I didn't.

He admits it was his gun that shot him.

But you didn't fire it?

That's right.

- What happened?

- Clint and I were having a little argument.

What about?

About whether he was going to help

clear up a few things...

that have been bothering me

and some other folks around here.

Who killed Red Cardell, for instance.

- Cardell?

- And the KC foreman...

and who it was took that shot at me

at Tabletop last night...

and why certain people are so anxious

to get rid of that Cardell girl.

How would Clint know about all that?

He's lying. He's covering up

for killing my boy.

Don't be a fool. You know you

can't get away with a yarn like that.

Why don't you save yourself

and everyone else some trouble...

and just surrender to the Sheriff here?

After all, it's not a crime in these parts

to shoot a man in self-defense.

- Self-defense?

- Yes.

Everybody knows how Clint was.

He probably lost his head and pulled a gun

like he did that night in the poker game.

Wasn't that it?

No, that wasn't it...

and until I do what I've got to do,

I'm not surrendering to anybody.

I wouldn't exactly care

to be shot in the back...

in a framed-up jailbreak.

If someone was going to kill you,

why didn't they do it just now?

Why'd they have to kill Clint?

I don't know, unless

they wanted to get Clint, too.

See, doing it this way, they get us both.

Clint first and me afterwards,

just like I said.

Quit the fancy talk. Who's they?

I might be able to answer that

for you later.

No, you won't, because

you're coming along with me.

Am I? Get back.

After him!

Sheriff, you ought to be congratulated.

Look, Mr. Harolday,

you seen what happened.

Let's go to Garden City,

that's where he's headed.

- Are you sure?

- I'm positive.

Come on.

You are crying, Arlita.

There is no need to cry.

Rocklin did not kill your brother.

I saw it all.

Then why didn't you tell?

Who was it?

You will know him

when you see me kill him.

Want I should spell you awhile?

Doggone you. I might have known

you'd do something like this.

- What are we doing?

- Heading for the KC.

For the KC? Isn't that

a little like hanging yourself?

You better get out of this country fast,

I'm thinking.

- I'll do the thinking.

- Yeah.

Name is Clews, ma'am.

Mr. Garvey sent us out.

Said you were expecting trouble

with that Rocklin.

I am. I'm wondering if you're up to it.

I notice you didn't fare so well

with him yesterday.

- He was drunk.

- Yeah, but I'm sober now.

See that you stay that way.

Don't worry, ma'am. I'm just waiting

to get even with that saddle tramp.

We'll be close by.

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