The Man from Laramie Page #6

before I ever heard of Coronado.

I don't mean Coronado.

I mean me.

You?

What have I done to

you, Miss Waggoman?

I was so sure and now I don't know.

You don't know about what?

How I feel about everything.

I'm very sorry if I've

upset you, Miss Waggoman.

Stop calling me Miss Waggoman.

Shall I call you Barbara?

Don't go!

- I mustn't stay.

- No, please.

Just for a minute.

I feel like something will be

said that shouldn't be said.

You know, you've got orders from

Kate to entertain the patient.

Please.

All right.

Did you know Daniel Boone was 84 years

old when he crossed the Rockies?

Yes, everybody knows that.

I know all about Daniel Boone.

How many children he had...

the towns that were

named after him.

Ask me, just ask me.

Coffee's ready.

Shall I serve it in here?

I'd best be getting home

before it gets dark.

What did you say to her?

I declare, I can't understand

that Waggoman family.

- Barbara's the nice one.

- She sure is.

We'll have a cup of coffee.

Don't touch him.

Who did it?

It was Lockhart. He must've circled

around from Half Moon and waited.

- Come on, boys.

- Hold it, Fritz.

Alec's still the boss.

He's giving the orders.

What do we have to wait for?

We know he did it.

How do you know?

Did you see him do it?

- Who else could it be?

- That's for Alec to decide.

Now, get back to the

bunkhouse, all of you!

There now.

I don't know what I

would've done without you.

I'll fix breakfast.

- Bacon and eggs do?

- Yeah, fry 'em hard.

Army style?

The army's a good place for a fella

that's alone. I kind of miss it.

Why'd you ever leave it, then?

I'll get it.

- 'Morning, Sheriff.

- 'Morning.

- 'Morning, Kate.

- Come in, Tom. What's the trouble?

Dave Waggoman's dead.

- How'd it happen?

- That's why I'm here, to try and find out.

I heard what Dave did to you,

and maybe you had good cause...

- but killing's killing.

- I didn't kill him.

He headed for town, I came here.

His men'll tell you that.

You could've doubled

back and met him.

- I didn't kill him.

- I don't believe you did...

but the men at the

Barb think different.

Vic's holding them down. How

long he can, I don't know.

How's Alec taken it?

He just sits there in the

parlour staring at Dave's body.

When he comes out of his shock, I wouldn't

give a plug nickel for your life.

I'm not running away from

something I didn't do.

I rode all the way out

here just to warn you.

I guess the rest is up to you.

You tell Alec Waggoman I'll be

right here if he wants to see me.

I feel real sorry about Dave, Alec.

- I'm going with you, Alec.

- It was my son he killed.

- You're no match for Lockhart.

- I've got to do this alone.

I don't want anybody following me.

Stay in town, all of you!

Hold it, Waggoman!

- Is that you, Lockhart?

- I'm right here.

You think I killed your boy?

Go ahead, even the score.

You came here to kill, didn't you?

There's just one man I have reason

to kill and I haven't found him yet.

Take your gun.

You'll need it the

next time I see you.

You've got to believe me.

I didn't do it.

I'm not the man in your

dream, Mr. Waggoman.

Sit down, Vic.

You shouldn't be doing

bookwork with your eyes.

Sit down.

I've just finished going over

bills for the past six months...

and I found we ordered a wagonload

of fence wire from New Orleans.

Since when do we use fence wire?

We paid for a wagonload

we didn't get.

It's too much money for fence wire.

There was something

else in that wagon.

- Are you asking or telling me, Alec?

- I just want the truth.

You don't have to defend Dave

any longer. I just want to know.

A wagonload of supplies

is quite an item.

Why didn't you tell

me it was missing?

How could I? What could I

say, "Your son is a thief"?

We're alone in this room, Vic. We

don't have to hide our feelings.

If you think Dave was selling guns

to the Apache, I want to know it.

Dave was wild, yes, but he

wouldn't do a thing like that.

No, not that.

Say something!

If you want me to agree with

you, I'll agree with you.

I've got to know for sure.

This I've got to know.

- We're going to find that wagon.

- Forget about it.

How can I? All I've got left to

hang onto are a few memories.

If he was selling guns to the

Apaches, I don't even have that.

Nobody said there were

guns in that wagon.

I can't live with a lie. I've got

to know one way or the other.

There are not so many places they

can hide a wagon in this country.

We'll find it.

Supposing we find that wagon?

Supposing there are guns in it?

Will that make you feel any better?

Yes, because then I'll know the

man I buried was not my son...

just a stranger.

Looks like you've been

sitting there for two weeks.

Yeah, and I just ate a pound of

dust with this can of beans.

- You got yourself in a real box this time.

- Yeah.

Someone sure is doing a

fine job of messing me up.

You've decided to

go back to Laramie?

Still trying to get rid of me, huh?

No, sir. This is just one

more reason for me staying.

I found some wagon tracks.

- Where?

- Right along this creek here...

due south of them mountains. Peculiar

thing, only found one single track.

One and only one wagon got through.

- Where were they headed, Apache land?

- Seemed like they were headed nowhere.

I lost the trail right at

the foot of the mountains.

Let's see if we can pick it up.

You couldn't hide a stray dog

down there, let alone a wagon...

even from my eyes. Must

be up above somewhere.

How could a wagon get up there?

There'd have to be a

trail, plenty wide.

I know every foot of

these rocks. We'll find it.

Let's go back. We're not

doing any good here.

Even if the wagon's there,

you don't want to find it.

You can go back if you

want to. I'll find it myself.

Don't go any further.

What is it you don't

want me to find?

I lied to you. I didn't find

Dave's body on the trail.

- Why would you lie about that?

- I found him near the guns.

- I didn't want you to find out.

- When a man starts lying, he can't stop.

- What else are you hiding?

- Listen to me.

My whole life, I've worked

and sweated blood for you.

I was the only son you ever

had, but you couldn't see me.

Half the time you never

even knew I was there.

I loved you like only a boy

who never had a father could.

So, I'm asking you

once more, don't go.

I will see what's on that plateau.

- Listen to me, you old fool...

- Take your hands off me!

I tell you, don't go!

That wagon must've been loaded heavy.

Look how deep those tracks are.

This is where it ends,

right here in the creek.

You go downstream there,

and I'll go up the draw here.

How is he?

- Still unconscious.

- Keep nothing from us. We want to know.

Alec's strong.

He's got a fair chance

to pull through, but...

Finish what you started to say.

He's blind.

It's no surprise, his sight's

been failing for years.

The fall just hurried

it up, that's all.

I'm real curious to find

out who pushed him.

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