The Law and Jake Wade Page #3

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No.

Really? Well, you've missed

some of the most

breathtaking scenery

in the whole world.

You know, I heard

a foreigner say once

that there wasn't nothing

in the Swiss alps

that could beat

the rocky mountains

when it come to scenic grandeur.

Kind of made me proud

to be an American

when he said that.

You ever been to

the Swiss alps, miss?

No.

Jake and me, we...

We always figured on going,

but something was

always coming up

at the last minute.

You know how it is.

Remember how we was always

talking about pulling out

and taking a trip to

the Swiss alps, Jake?

Yeah, I remember.

The places we was gonna go...

The things we was gonna see.

Then it was always

the next job we'd pull

that was gonna get

us the money to do it.

Something always happened.

Then one day,

Jake wasn't around no more...

And I didn't figure

it would be much fun by myself.

All of which should have

a moral to it someplace.

Maybe it's...

Maybe it's them that

robs too many banks

"never gets to see

the Swiss alps."

That stuff ready yet?

It's as ready as

it's ever gonna be.

Come on, let's eat.

Peggy, don't get that

close to me again.

Get back over there.

We're not going to have

much chance to talk anyway,

but if he figures

you're trying to untie me,

that will be the end of it.

I know how you must

feel about all this

and what you must think of

me for getting you into it.

That's not it.

Well, I should have told you.

Aside from all that,

if we've got any chance at all,

it's going to be from

working together.

Jake, you saved his life.

He wouldn't kill you,

not after you take him

to the money.

You don't think

he's bluffing, do you?

Peggy, listen to me.

He's going to kill me.

There isn't a chance he won't.

Believe me, I know.

But one thing's sure,

sometime, at one point,

there's going to be

a split second

when we'll have a

one-in-a-million chance.

There always is.

Clint knows that

as well as I do.

So do the others.

Now, get back where you were.

Alright.

Hold it!

What happened?

He fell off, almost

landed on his head.

But not quite,

I don't know how he's stuck

up there this far, Clint.

Well, he can keep falling off

till he breaks

every bone in his body,

and he still ain't

gonna get his hands untied.

That's real smart, isn't it?

You keep saying you want

the money so badly,

yet the only man who

knows where it is

you'll let break his neck!

Now, wait a minute, miss.

That falling off a horse

is a real moldy trick.

I ain't about to let him

take me in with that.

Supposing it isn't a trick.

Oh, come on.

There's something

in what she says, boss.

We could tie his hands

in front of him

so he could hang onto

the saddle horn.

He stays the way he is!

Get him back up there!

Clint!

He can't stay on

this way, Clint.

Alright, tie his hands in front.

And get him back in that saddle!

Cut him loose. I'll

get some more rope.

Come on with that rope, Rennie.

Clint!

Clint!

You boys get back down

to the bottom of the draw.

Back that way. Come on!

We're alright now,

Peggy. We made it.

Almost.

Just... Toss up the gun, Jake.

How long you been

waiting up there?

I've been around here

for a couple hours, anyway.

Why didn't you go to

the head of the canyon?

That would've been

the easy way out.

Yeah, but I've never known you

to do anything the easy way.

Ortero!

What a slide. Whoosh!

It was a good try, Jake.

Must have been quite

a shock to you, miss,

thinking you'd gotten

away safe and all.

'Course, if Jake had been alone,

might've been different.

But then, he wouldn't

go without you, would he?

Well, I was guilty

of that kind of weakness

myself once.

Remember the time

I just couldn't bear

to leave you behind, Jake?

You seem kind of puzzled, miss.

Ever tell her how you happened

to get mixed up

with somebody like me?

Why are you so interested?

I'd kind of like to hear it.

You wouldn't like my version.

Probably wouldn't.

Jake, what's he talking about?

We were in the same

outfit in the war,

all of us except Rennie.

It was a guerrilla unit

raiding northern border towns.

We'd shoot our way in,

loot the town,

and then shoot our way out.

I was doing it as a soldier.

Clint did it because...

Well, that's the same

thing he'd always done.

The war hadn't

changed his life a bit.

Just made it legal.

After the war,

we kept right on with

what we'd been doing...

Robbing banks,

holding up stages...

Of course, you can guess that

this didn't seem

to bother Clint at all.

Well, why should it?

During the war, the...

Hey... during the war,

they made me an officer

and a gentleman

for doing the same things

they was gonna hang me for

a few days ago.

Now, you can't tell me

that makes any sense, Jake.

There's a difference,

but you'll never understand it.

I suppose you're talking

about something like

honor, ain't you...

Which is supposed to be too deep

for me to understand.

All I know is, if you got honor,

you don't run out

on a friend, right?

Why did you run out on me?

You know why.

No, I don't.

I didn't like killing kids.

Jake, what are you

talking about?

We'd held up a bank.

During the getaway,

a young boy got caught

in the crossfire.

I killed him.

And that's what made

you run out on me?

Just killing that kid?

That was it.

Well, it could've been

an accident.

Yeah, it could've been,

but the boy was killed.

I got caught,

and they threw me in jail.

There was a lynch mob

within 10 minutes.

That's when Clint, as he says,

just couldn't bear

to leave me behind.

He broke me out.

In a mix-up,

I wound up with Clint's horse.

And the money from the bank.

Yeah. And then I

knew I'd had enough.

I buried the money and

kept right on going.

And I waited for you

a whole week.

Took me a whole week

to get it through my thick head

that he'd run out on me.

Alright, friend...

When do we get to that money?

What are you really

after, Clint...

The money or me?

When do we get to the money?

Tomorrow.

We'll be there tomorrow.

We're gonna have some company!

Cavalry patrol.

Have they seen us?

I don't know.

Cut the ropes.

What are we gonna do now, Clint?

What do you think we should do...

Turn and run?

Now, listen, miss...

Whatever happens

when we meet them,

it ain't gonna do

you or Jake no good.

You try anything,

you'll both be dead.

You understand?

Relax, Mr. Hollister.

I'm quite convinced

you'd kill me without a qualm.

You got that?

Yeah, I got it.

Now, don't act jumpy.

They got no reason

to suspect us,

so don't give them none.

I'll do the talking.

Howdy, lieutenant.

Well, we sure weren't

looking to see

any of our brave army

boys around here.

You're no more surprised

than we are, mister...

Bricker, lieutenant.

Morgan bricker.

And this is Jake Wade.

He's the marshal

over at Coldstream.

Where are you headed, marshal?

Up into the San Marcus

range. Why?

There's been some bad

trouble with the Indians,

and I don't think,

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