The Man from Laramie
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- 1955
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We'll make camp here for the night.
I'd go a couple more
miles before sundown.
- We'll camp here.
- You're the boss.
Come on, Mr. Lockhart, grub-time.
All right, I'll be along.
Standing here thinking about
it won't bring him back.
No, but it reminds me of
what I came here to do.
Hate's unbecoming
in a man like you.
On some men it shows.
- Come on, let's have some coffee.
- All right, I'll be along.
Here we are.
You want something?
I got three wagonloads of
supplies outside, from Laramie.
From Laramie? How did
you get through?
- We were lucky. Where do we unload?
- I don't know.
Who does? Where's the boss?
Upstairs.
Anybody home?
Excuse me, ma'am.
I'm looking for the owner
of the mercantile.
I'm the owner.
I see.
I have three wagonloads of
supplies for you outside.
would never arrive.
I thought you'd be anxious
to get these goods.
They're paid for, you
seem to need 'em.
I was all sold-out and was hoping
I could stop being a storekeeper.
I'm sorry to disappoint you, ma'am.
Where do you want the
supplies unloaded?
Would you like a cup of tea?
What?
It's a long time since
I've had tea with a lady.
That'd be kind of nice.
- Pull up a chair.
- Thank you.
- What's your name?
- Will Lockhart, ma'am.
Mine's Barbara Waggoman.
- Do you take sugar?
- Yes, when I can get it.
I've been in rooms like this before,
but not in this part of the country.
My father brought these things
from our home in Connecticut.
A man of very fine taste, I'd say.
Father had an appreciation for fine
living, but he wasted it in this store...
measuring cotton cloth.
I see.
There must be more to life than
emptying barrels of flour.
Yes, I'd say so.
But the stage for Santa Fe stopped
running because of the Apaches.
- Did you have any trouble getting here?
- No, we came from Laramie.
- Is that your home?
- No, ma'am.
No, I can't rightly say
any place is my home.
But everybody should have someplace to
remember and feel like they belong to.
I always feel I belong where I am.
It must be wonderful
to feel like that.
my men and I can find rooms?
- Right over the caf.
- Fine.
unloading those supplies.
We'll unpack them all and get
them into the shelves for you.
- Thanks for the tea, Miss Waggoman.
- You're welcome, Mr. Lockhart.
- Bye.
- Bye.
- Do you sell many of these repeating rifles?
- No, too much money.
- Where'd you get this one?
- Indian traded it for supplies.
would get a rifle like this.
He don't say. I don't ask.
Suppose you come out and help
- They tell me you're from Snake River.
- Yeah.
We expect an honest deal here.
We've just had one,
I hope we get another.
I do, too. We can work the drive.
Pass.
I can't open.
See you in a minute.
'Evening, Miss Waggoman.
- Good evening, Mr. Lockhart.
- Nice evening.
You're the only one in town I know
to talk to. Maybe you can help me.
How can I help you?
I just hate to make that trip
I thought maybe you could tell me
where to pick up a load of freight.
- There's some salt lagoons nearby.
- That's all?
- They're awful close to Apache land.
- Is this salt free for the taking?
It always has been.
then, couldn't we?
You were lucky to get this
If I were you, I'd head back to
Laramie while the trail's still clear.
I guess you're right about that.
- Good night, Mr. Lockhart.
- Good night, Miss Waggoman.
Miss Waggoman...
Yes?
you:
Is everything all right?Yes, everything was there.
I just wanted to make sure.
- Good night, again.
- 'Night.
Visitors!
Do we fort up or run?
Just keep digging salt.
They're from town,
they're not Apaches.
- Who's running this bunch of thieves?
- These men work for me.
- What's your name?
- Will Lockhart. What's your name?
- That's the only introduction you need.
- That's fancy, what's it mean?
We're Barb riders and that's
Barb salt you're stealing.
- I was told this salt's free for the taking.
- It ain't. Not to strangers.
I was told wrong. If there's
any charge, I'll pay for it.
You can't buy your way out of this.
It's only salt they're taking.
It'd be different if it was cattle.
If we don't teach him a lesson, how
do we know what he'd steal next?
Any man says I'd rustle
cattle is a liar.
No need for that, Charlie.
And no need for your
gun either, mister.
Spud, let's see how good
you can use that rope.
Go ahead, Spud.
Jerk him down again if he needs it.
Burn his wagons!
I'll try your new model gun on your mules.
A man without wagons don't need mules.
- You want me to shoot those mules?
- Anybody invite them on Barb land?
Hold it, Dave!
- Come on, boys, let's finish the mules.
- Hold it, Dave.
I don't need any
help to finish this.
- You were told to stay out of trouble.
- I'm in no trouble, he is.
Trespassing and stealing salt.
killed his mules over salt?
- Get out of here.
- Give me that gun.
Now get back to the ranch!
You're forgetting your place, Vic.
You work for my father. That
means you work for me, too.
I don't want to cross you.
It's for your own good.
Now take the boys and
get back to the ranch.
Say "please."
Please.
If you turn up around here again, you
won't need mules to carry you away.
All right, let's go.
I want to thank you.
- Is this your gun?
- Yeah.
I figure you've had a bellyful of these
parts and are anxious to get out of here.
I figure this place owes me something
and I'm going to make it pay.
Let me straighten you out, mister.
We've got enough trouble around
here with the Apaches and Dave.
Don't you go starting any.
That's what I owe you boys, with a
little extra to get you back to Laramie.
- Thanks, Mr. Lockhart. So long.
- So long.
Looks like the end of our freight
line, doesn't it, Charlie?
How about you, Mr. Lockhart?
You heading back to Fort Laramie?
- Fort Laramie?
- Ain't that where you come from?
I come from Laramie. I didn't
I figured you were an army man.
No, I'm heading back to town.
I liked working for you, Mr. Lockhart.
I sort of hate to leave you.
Maybe this won't be the
kind of work you like.
If it's got to do with who's selling
repeating rifles to the Apaches...
I'd like to help.
finding this man. What's yours?
While you're in town, I'll head up
north and poke my big nose around.
Up north? That's
Apache land up there.
In my case, that's not so
dangerous. My mother was one.
I've got a lot of relatives up there.
I might pick up a little information.
What are you sticking your
neck out for, Charlie?
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