The Stranger Wore a Gun Page #4

Raccoon Pass tomorrow.

- Lf there's a slip-up...

- There won't be. I'll be driving that stage.

Good evening.

- Come on!

- Put me down!

- For you, not bad, pig face.

- Pay me.

No. Please, don't!

Shut up.

Nobody ask you.

My good old friend, Kansas,

the one you beat his brains out...

don't got anymore.

He die dead.

- Don't do it.

- Give me a chance.

Hold still! You want me to lose my bet?

An eye for an eye. And a tooth for a tooth.

Don't!

Never mind the cup. First the gold.

Tie them up!

Steady!

How could I shoot?

Steady! Stop blinking the eyes.

- Better give me the gold poke, Degas.

- You!

Look at him,

try to roust me with my own gun.

Not at all. I came to return it.

Now, we have another little cup for you...

and play a little trick on you, stranger.

It'll cost you $100,000 to shoot me.

- What kind of a dirty trick is this?

- Mourret's getting stingy with my cut.

That's why I'd hate to see him

grab the $100,000...

I'll be taking over Raccoon Pass tomorrow.

- What time?

- About noon.

I'm so sorry,

my good friend, you break the bottle.

I like to invite you to drink.

Of course, I'll want a third of the split.

And there's Mourret to get rid of.

I wonder if you could take him.

After all, he did drive you out of Prescott.

You think we're afraid

about Monsieur Mourret?

I don't know.

He's got you living out here like animals.

They wouldn't be expecting anyone

to jump them from behind.

What a dirty mind you have.

Get rid of Mourret's gang. Who knows,

you and I might do lot of business together.

I give you the best suite

at the Juniper House when I take it over.

I'll count on that.

All right, Shorty.

Double eagle...

I can shoot the knot from under the chin.

Don't shoot!

Pay me!

I'd like to have a ticket

on the stage to Ash Fork.

That's the one

that goes through Raccoon Pass?

Yes. That's a wonderful trip.

There'll be snow on the ground,

the waterfalls will be frozen.

Yeah, how much?

$12.

- What's the matter?

- Nothing.

I was just wondering

how good a driver you were.

Have a pleasant journey.

Ike, I'd better take this run alone tonight.

Nobody'd expect gold

on a stage that didn't carry a guard.

Tell Mr. Conroy.

You don't mind if I ride up top, do you?

Just to keep you company.

I wonder what made him change his mind.

Just drive for Raccoon Pass.

What are you stopping for?

There's a tough climb ahead.

Got to let the horses blow.

You know Slager's waiting for us up there.

Get the gold first.

Scatter.

Drop your gun. Drop it!

Jules, old friend.

- What are you doing here?

- Call off your men. Quick!

Sure.

Boys. Let's go home.

It's all over.

We made a mistake.

Move out! Come on, let's go.

See, Jules? All a mistake.

All right?

- I go with my men?

- Just a minute.

I'd like some explanation of this mistake.

Kurth!

Slager!

Where are you?

Down here, Jules. What's left of us.

Where's the rest?

This place looks like a slaughterhouse.

- We're all that's left.

- They jumped us from ambush.

It was a mistake!

We come, see men hiding in the rocks.

Figure Sheriff was looking for us.

- Figure send them home quick.

- Where's the stage?

Stone pulled out when the shooting started.

I fell off on the turn.

Excuse me, Jules.

I'll pay you off some day.

Now I go?

So it was just a coincidence

you were here at this pass...

when the stage was passing through

and my men weren't watching.

Of course! Just a confidence.

I don't believe in coincidence.

Who told you to jump us here?

- Lf I had a gun...

- I have the gun now.

- Who told you?

- Nobody.

Was it Stone?

Your guns are useless now, Degas.

Was it Mark Stone?

Mark Stone. That's it.

I think he pushed me off on the turn.

Help me, please.

- Was it Mark Stone who set up this ambush?

- I'm shot. I need help.

You need help. First, tell me if it was Mark!

Mark Stone, Shorty?

Yeah.

What are you doing back here?

Hide the coach and the horses.

Put this in a safe place.

And if anyone comes looking for me,

all you know is I'm on my way to Phoenix.

You were a fool to even try.

That depends.

I don't know yet how many got out alive.

Jules is smart.

He's bound to figure you sold him out.

Now you have to leave town.

Are we on our way to California again?

You'll have to go alone.

And leave you here

to get your head blown off?

Come on, pack.

Go someplace else, then. Anyplace, but go.

You don't even have to tell me where.

- There is no one like you in this world.

- I know. I'm a great friend.

I made a deal with Mourret,

but it didn't include murder.

Now things have happened.

Like Jake Hooper.

And Shelby Conroy?

In trying to square one debt,

I got into another that has to be paid.

Fine people have been hurt.

People I thought didn't matter.

There goes my dream.

All right, stay here as long as you like.

But before they put your name

on a slab on Boot Hill...

you might as well know I lied to you.

You're not a wanted man.

There was a witness.

A little stevedore who played the harmonica

saw the whole thing.

From what he told,

it was anything but murder.

If I'd known this yesterday,

Jake'd still be alive.

- Why didn't you tell me?

- Because I knew I'd have a hold on you...

and you'd have to keep running

and I'd have to be running after you.

Don't blame me for using tricks to hold you.

That Conroy girl would use plenty

if you meant enough to her.

I don't even know if you're in love with her.

It doesn't matter.

Now you can go to her with

a grand confession. I hope she understands.

- I also hope she kicks you out on your ear!

- Maybe she will.

- Where are you going?

- I need a drink. Maybe five or six.

I'm glad you boys made it.

What are the guns all about?

You're not mad

because I had to turn around again?

There wasn't much else I could do.

Mourret all right, too?

Find out who those men were?

We also found out other things.

Yeah.

Your friend Degas wouldn't talk,

but Dutch had a loose mouth.

Now stick out your wrists.

Now sit down.

Why go to all this bother?

I'll fetch Jules.

Breathe deep, mister, while you can.

Jules didn't want us to plug you.

When he gets here, he'll skin the hide

off your bones an inch at a time.

Too bad you're a dirty rat.

No, I'd never be able to trust you.

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

- Forget it.

Scum like you'd probably cut my throat

and keep it all.

Hit me again

and you'll probably jar my memory.

Make me forget where I hid the strongbox.

You mean you didn't bring it

back to the station?

You think I'd turn $100,000 back to Conroy?

What do you take me for?

I was packing to go when you boys came in.

Too bad.

Where is it?

You better tell me.

If I thought I could trust you,

we might talk a deal.

Just you and me. Not Mourret, nobody else.

You're just talking to save your neck.

I'm wasting my breath

on a big, stupid ox like you.

You wouldn't even know

what to do with $50,000 all your own.

$50,000?

Yeah. I was figuring

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