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get killed than any man in the country.

You don't sound as happy about it

as you did the last time I saw you.

How many is it now? 11?

12. There's one you ain't heard about yet.

You really keep count?

Don't ask dumb questions, Mark.

What's the trouble now, Jimmie?

Somebody after you?

- Three somebodies.

- The law?

No. This is personal.

I don't want them to catch up with you here.

I don't want them to do that anywhere.

That's why you gotta move on right away.

You know why I come here, don't you?

I guess I do.

- How is she?

- Fine.

- And the boy?

- Getting on fine.

- I want to see her, Mark.

- Do you think she wants to see you?

I got something important to see her about,

and then I'll clear out. Where can I find her?

I'm afraid I can't tell you that.

- What do you mean, you can't tell me?

- All right, then. Won't tell you.

- You want a steak, Marshal?

- No, thanks.

- Why won't you?

- Because nobody here knows who she is.

She never even told the boy about you.

They've got another name and another life.

It looks to me like

that's the way she wants it to stay.

Will you tell me what name

she's going under? So as I can write to her.

Nope. I won't tell you that either.

Looks to me like you're taking quite a lot

on your own responsibility, ain't you, Mark?

I'm doing what I think is right, Jimmie. And

I'm hoping I can make you see it that way too.

How'd you like to see that street

out there full of gunplay?

I'd rather not.

That's probably what you're gonna have

in a couple of hours.

Cos I ain't leaving here

till you get ahold of Peggy for me.

- What if she don't want to talk to you?

- Let her do the deciding about that.

- Will you go then, if I tell her?

- I told you I would.

- Just tell her, not make her do anything.

- Just leave it to her. That's all I ask.

You'd better wait in here, not move around

much. I'll see what I can do about it.

If you got any squirts around here that

want to make a big name for themselves,

cool them off before we run into any trouble.

I will.

Boys, get on away.

Go about your business and leave Ringo

alone. He ain't bothering anybody, is he?

- Faster than Wyatt Earp?

- Pa says he's the fastest.

Jimmie Ringo could kill Wyatt Earp.

I bet you a million dollars.

- You seen Hunt Bromley around?

- No. What's he done now?

Nothing. I just want to see him.

Pass the word around, will you?

- Morning, Marshal.

- Morning, Miss Helen.

- He don't look so tough to me.

- Yeah, yeah.

That's the way it always starts -

he don't look so tough to somebody.

Except with this somebody,

it's gonna stop there.

It better. With a man like that,

you can't come off much better than second.

If he don't bother me, I don't bother him.

The only somebody that's bothering me

right now is Mr Hunt Bromley.

Yeah. I forgot about that squirt.

Have you seen him already?

No. Maybe you'd better take

a look around for him.

- Want me to bring him in?

- Just tell him I want to see him.

- But make sure he comes.

- I'll get him.

- And Charlie.

- Yeah?

Watch yourself.

Don't take any chances with that boy.

I don't aim to, Marshal.

- Morning, Charlie.

- Have you seen Hunt Bromley this morning?

- No. Not this morning.

- Tell him I'm looking for him if you see him.

Sure will, if we see him.

Huh.

Looks like it might be

a right interesting day.

- Carrie Lou.

- Hello, Mr Mark.

- Where are all you giris going?

- We got a holiday.

None of the boys came to school this

morning, so Miss Walsh said we could go.

- All the boys played hooky?

- Yes, sir.

Went downtown to see that bad man,

that Jimmie Ringo, that's down there.

Come on, Carrie Lou!

Mark.

- You already heard, huh?

- Yes. The children told me.

The giris, that is.

None of the boys came this morning.

I guess they're all around the Palace Bar.

- Little Jimmie too?

- I suppose so.

He's about as wild as the rest of them.

What's Jim doing here, Mark? Do you know?

- He says he wants to see you.

- What about?

- He didn't say. I thought you might know.

- No.

I didn't tell him anything,

your name or anything.

I just said I'd tell you he wants to see you

and leave the rest to you.

What do you think?

I ain't thinking.

I got nothing to say either way.

Well...

I won't do it.

I can fix it for you on the quiet

if you want to see him.

No. I think it's better the way it is.

Tell him I'm sorry.

Whatever you say, Peg.

Mark.

How does he look?

Just about the same, I guess.

A little older, a little tireder.

Not as cocky as he used to be.

Tell him I'm very sorry.

I'll tell him.

- Want some more coffee, Mr Ringo?

- No, thank you, lady.

- Tell him to bring that bottle over here.

- Coming right up, Jimmie.

Best stuff in the West, Old Puma Rye. Lot of

fellas around here won't drink anything else.

Why don't somebody chase them kids

out of there? Ain't you got a school here?

Sure, Jimmie, we got a school.

I'll get them away from there.

Get away from here and stay away.

Come on, now, get off there.

... broke his back,

jumping over a railroad track.

Stay away, please. Don't come back.

Jimmie Walsh! Now, just you wait

till your mother hears about this.

- But we're not hurting anybody, Mrs Devlin.

- You wait till I tell her you're at the saloon.

- Morning, Mrs Devlin.

- Morning. It's simply an outrage.

That murderer is sitting over in that saloon

like an honoured guest,

and the children are running wild.

I completely agree with you.

And five pounds of sugar.

And did you see all those loafers?

- You'd think it was Deadwood.

- Mark Strett'll get him out soon.

Soon? How long is a murderer supposed to

be entertained? How much are the potatoes?

Eight cents a peck. Two for 15.

- Half a peck.

- You know who'll do something?

- Mrs Pennyfeather.

- Exactly. Will you go with me to talk to her?

I will. Soon as I get

some of these lovely onions.

- What about you, Mrs Cooper?

- I'd like to meet her.

- Morning, ladies.

- Good morning, Mr Marlowe.

Twist of tobacco, George.

What's all the excitement?

- It's that murderer, of course.

- What murderer?

- That Jimmie Ringo. Haven't you heard?

- Where's Jimmie Ringo?

Sitting right over there in the Palace Bar,

just as big as you please.

We're going straight

to Mrs Pennyfeather right now.

Hiya, Jerry.

What'd you forget?

What are you going to do?

Jerry!

Jimmie Ringo's in the Palace Bar. When he

comes out, he's going to get this in the face.

- Have you gone crazy?

- Get your hand off that door.

- That's murder.

- And when he killed Roy?

- You're not even sure that was Ringo.

- He was in the bunch.

But you don't know that.

That's just what people said.

Please don't get us in any more trouble.

We've got all straightened out now.

You're wasting your breath, Alice. All I know

is, Ringo killed my boy and I will kill Ringo.

Just as soon as he walks out that door.

- Did that boy take care of my horse?

- Getting cleaned up right now, Jimmie.

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