The Man from Laramie Page #4

- You just name him.

- It wouldn't be me, would it?

Who put you on my trail?

- Who are you working for?

- Myself.

You're lying.

Come on, try again.

Well, I can see we ain't going

to do no business, so...

if you'll lower that gun,

I'll get on my way.

Go on, go ahead.

Don't ever come up

riding behind me again.

I'm Sheriff Tom Quigby.

Pleased to meet you, Sheriff.

I handle the law here in Coronado.

I like things peaceful.

It seems peaceful to me.

It sure ain't, not

since you breezed in.

I heard about your fight

with Dave Waggoman.

Dave's the kind of a lad

that'll hold a grudge.

You two meet up again and like

as not, there'll be a killing.

That's up to Dave.

It's up to me to see

that it don't happen.

So, I'm suggesting you leave town.

Why don't you take it up with Dave?

It was him that started it.

- Or do you take orders from the Barb?

- I don't take orders from anyone.

Will you excuse me? I want

to bed down my horse.

- Thanks for the knife.

- Anytime.

It's your neck.

If you want a Christian funeral, leave

some money with the undertaker.

'Evening, Miss Waggoman.

Good evening, Mr. Lockhart.

Padre, this is Mr. Lockhart.

Padre. Is this a

private celebration?

No, everyone is

welcome at a wedding.

He brought the supplies

in from Laramie.

It's a good thing you got here.

I was running out of candles.

These Pueblos are a lot

different from the Apache.

The Pueblos were cliff dwellers. They

have lived in peace for centuries.

The Apaches are hunters and warriors.

They have never been anything else.

Speaking of the Apache, do

you know anything about...

the massacre of a Cavalry patrol at

Dutch Creek, several months ago?

Only what I heard, that it was an

unprovoked and ruthless killing.

Did you know that the Apache

used repeating rifles?

There was talk about that.

Was there any talk about

where the rifles came from?

Some men will sell

anything for a profit.

I suppose there's a man

like that in every town.

Padre.

Excuse me.

I heard my uncle paid you

for your mules and wagons.

That he did.

Then, I guess, you'll

be leaving soon.

No, I think I'll stick

around for a while.

Maybe you could invite

me up to tea again.

Still around, Lockhart?

- Getting used to the idea?

- Looks like I'll have to.

- I'm sorry I'm late, the old man kept me.

- Mr. Lockhart was filling in for you.

Never thought you'd find anything

like this in Coronado, right?

Nor anyplace else.

I hope you're not going to be

late for your own wedding.

I'm ready right now, Padre.

Even got my wedding suit on.

Think Alec'll give you a night off?

- I'd better be moving along. Good night.

- Good night.

I'll trouble you for

your gun, Lockhart.

Hand it over.

What'd I do now?

You just can't let a day go by

without picking a fight, can you?

Who's complaining now, Sheriff?

- Ever hear of a Chris Boldt?

- Yeah, I've heard of him.

When did you see him last?

About a half hour ago, he came out of

an alley and pulled a knife on me.

He was there. He saw him.

I didn't see.

- What's the charge, Sheriff?

- Supposin' you tell me what happened.

I just told you. He pulled a knife on

me, we wrestled around for a bit...

and he ran down the alley.

It's not all, Lockhart.

Chris Boldt is dead.

What?

I found him at the end of the alley.

He was knifed to death.

Let's go.

I want to see him alone, inside.

- How'd you get in this mess?

- I thought maybe you were behind it.

Should I want to get rid of you,

I won't use any half measures.

You said you owned the whole town.

Does that include the sheriff?

Quigby's an honest man.

I never interfere with him.

You'll need a lawyer and a friendly judge.

I've got them both. I'll try to get you out.

- Why are you doing all this?

- I want you out of Coronado.

Suppose you tell me the real

reason why you're here.

- That's not easy.

- Why?

- Do you dream much, Lockhart?

- No.

You're a lucky man.

Ever since Dave's ma died, I've had

the same dream several nights a week.

It's always the same.

A stranger comes into my home.

He's tall, lean, like yourself.

He has a voice like yours,

even walks like you.

I don't know anything about dreams.

He comes with a gun in his hand.

- He comes to kill my boy.

- What?

My Dave.

I know it's only a dream...

but I'd rest much easier if you

hadn't had come to Coronado.

I'd rest much easier,

too, if I hadn't.

Then take my offer and go away.

I appreciate the offer, but I

can't accept the conditions.

Why not?

You're not going to find the

answer to your dream around here.

You better look someplace else.

Tom.

- Hello, Alec.

- Hello, Kate.

What is it?

I just thought sometime we'd have more

to say to each other than just "hello."

What else is there to say?

Nothing, I guess.

- Why'd you do it, Lockhart?

- You, too?

You get in a scrap with a man and

five minutes later he's found dead.

- What should I think?

- You should think I killed him.

I came from Laramie to creep up a

dark alley and knife the town drunk.

- Does that make better sense?

- If it did, I wouldn't be here.

Can you get me out of this place?

That's what I came for. I got the

circuit judge to give me a writ.

- You're released to me until the trial.

- That's the best offer I've had today.

- You're a very fine woman.

- No, I'm not.

The Half Moon needs a foreman

who the Barb respects.

You're the only man around

here who fills that bill.

I don't know anything about cattle.

I wouldn't do you any good.

You've got cause to hate

the Barb. That'll do me.

I've got grief enough of my

own without taking on yours.

I'll give you one minute

to make up your mind.

Either you take my offer or I'll tear

up this writ and you can rot in jail.

- You're just a hard, scheming old woman.

- Ugly, too.

Tom, let this rooster out of here.

These beef tallies still

don't come out right.

You add them up.

I'm not good at paperwork,

Pa. You know that.

No cowman is, but

it's gotta be done.

You can't hold onto 100,000 acres by

riding horse in a buckskin jacket.

You've got to develop

a head for figures.

Sure, Pa.

You're not even

listening to me, son.

Sure, I'm listening to you, Pa.

I always listen to you.

Bring a chair over here.

Come on, right here.

There you are. Sit down.

You know...

you're just like your mother. She'd

always listen, but never understood.

I'm going to try, Pa.

I'm going to try to be like

you want me from now on.

It hurts me to ride you, son.

And if I do, it's only

because I love you.

I want to protect you

and be proud of you.

I just want to be able

to stand on my own feet.

Vic won't let me.

Don't blame Vic. He's only

carrying out my orders.

You still need him, boy. Believe

me when I tell you that.

I know you mean well, Pa,

but it don't look good.

Vic giving the orders

when I should be the one.

You will soon, son.

You will soon. Just bide your time.

You see...

- The Half Moon hired Lockhart.

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