The Texican

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Next time you let a prisoner get away,

try to keep him on your side of the river.

This ain't legal.

You can't take me back.

We're on Mexican soil.

And you'll be eating a mouthful of it

if you open your face again.

How'd you happen to find him

over there, Carlin?

I didn't. He found me,

tried to steal my horse.

He's a bad one. Killed a woman in El Paso.

I'll be glad to get him back...

but you're taking quite a chance

handing him over to me.

I've got no use for his kind.

That's not what I meant.

There's a price on your head in the States.

The Rio Grande is just over the rise.

Suppose I decide to take you back in, too?

You've known me for a long time.

I'd hate to see you try.

So long as you stay on this side of the river,

Carlin, I won't be looking for you.

But if you ever try to come across...

If I ever do decide to come back,

I'll remember that.

You don't have to run.

Your testimony could hang Luke Starr.

Yeah, and that's just why I'm getting out.

Starr doesn't know that you've talked to me.

- He doesn't even know where you are.

- Doesn't he?

This relay station

is only 12 miles from Rimrock.

He reached 20 times that far

to drive your brother into Mexico.

All right, then just give me

a signed statement how Luke framed him.

You're not asking for much, are you?

Look, I'll hire some men to ride with you.

They'll see you get out of the territory

before Luke even knows you're gone.

You'd do anything to get this story,

wouldn't you?

"Roy Carlin:
the fighting editor."

I'd do anything

to make this place fit to live in.

To rid the Cherokee Strip of Luke Starr.

And that goes

whether my paper prints the story or not.

Suppose I gave you

the signed statement you want.

Are you leather-brained enough to think...

Luke wouldn't send some men after me

no matter where I went?

- You help me nail Luke in a court of law--

- What law?

- Seen any around here lately?

- You give me the right evidence...

and I'll see

he's taken before a federal judge in Denver.

You're wasting your time, and mine.

Why can't you see it?

There's nothing to run from.

Once you cut the head off of a snake...

you don't worry about the rest of it, do you?

If you're talking about Luke Starr,

you've got a long way to go.

Me? I'm getting out while there's still time.

What's the matter?

You think you've seen a ghost?

I didn't expect to see you here, Luke.

There are a lot of surprises tonight.

Since when did you and Roy Carlin

become so friendly?

I hardly know him. Honest.

He was here when I came in.

At a relay station,

in the middle of the night?

What was he waiting for? A stagecoach?

It's liable to be a long wait.

Don't try it. We don't want to lose you.

- You know Gil Rio, don't you?

- We've met.

Seems to me I warned you before

about digging under rocks...

so you can find something to use against me.

I don't have to bend down to find it.

No?

It's written all over everything you touch.

It's time somebody taught you some manners.

Maybe Gil's right.

For a man that doesn't carry a gun,

you talk mighty big.

A lot of people don't need a gun

to make themselves heard.

Before long, you're liable to be running up

against a lot of them.

Maybe. But you won't be around to see it.

What's going on here?

- How are you, Mr. Starr?

- What about him?

I don't think we have to worry about him.

Get on your horse and ride.

You're just gonna let him go?

I am.

You're not.

Take your time, give him a chance.

- Is that far enough?

- Yeah, I think so.

There's gonna be lot of talking about this.

What am I gonna say?

You'll think of something, Wilkins.

Sure, and it won't be the first time.

- I just don't know.

- Why don't you tell them they had a fight?

They tried to shoot it out,

you tried to stop them.

You couldn't do anything about it.

Any objections?

- Sir, that's just fine. Only l...

- Only what?

The one inside didn't have a gun.

- Now he's got a gun. ls there anything else?

- No, sir.

All right,

you've got some work to do outside.

Go drag Bernie in.

He won't bite you. Go on.

They killed each other in here.

[I]- Listo.[/I]

- You go first.

[I]Tres![/I]

That throw. She is going to be hard to beat.

I hope so. Took me long enough to do it.

[I]Cuatro![/I]

I don't understand, Miguel.

Even when I get a triple you beat me.

You have only been in Mexico a year,

my friend.

I have been playing this game all my life.

- Did you have to pay for the lessons?

- That is the way of the world.

To be good at anything,

a man must pay the price.

- Do we throw again?

- Si.

Pablo is entertaining an hombre.

[I]Gracias.[/I]

Una moneda de dos cabezas![/I]

- You weren't much help.

- I pick my own fights.

Yeah, but you could see...

that big bull was beating the fur out of me

for no reason.

He lost, that's all.

You didn't have much chance of losing

with that two-headed coin.

I'm kind of on a short leg.

I can't afford to pay

for too much drinking liquor.

Better get cleaned up.

Funny thing, you know...

I left Rimrock...

and came down here

to try and keep out of trouble.

Some people take their troubles with them,

like a two-headed coin.

I bet that was minted in Rimrock.

No, I made that myself.

- You ever been in Rimrock?

- Yep, I was there once.

Lawmen are afraid to tackle that town.

Can't say as I blame them.

The week I left,

four men were shot down in cold blood.

One of them was as nice a fellow...

as you ever want to meet.

He ran a little newspaper there, I think.

- He wasn't even known to carry a gun.

- Newspaperman, you said?

Yeah, a fellow name of...

Carlin, Roy Carlin.

I think I'll try that other cantina over there.

They might not be so noticing at that one.

Like to join me?

Maybe you're smart.

You're going back.

Yes.

When you come here...

you said you would never wear that gun again.

Someone killed my brother, Elena.

I'm sorry, Jess.

Believe me, I would like to help.

I can find the man who killed Roy.

When you ride across that border,

you'll never have a moment's peace.

But I guess there's no road back now.

Would your brother want this to happen?

No, he wouldn't. Roy was a good man.

Too good for the world as it is.

Maybe that's why they killed him.

We almost made it, Elena.

They were good days.

You looking for something special?

Yeah, I'm looking for a drink.

The bartender is out back, mister.

Help yourself.

[I]Tu quieres?[/I]

Mexican boots

and a Stetson hat

Gun is slung low

with the trigger tied back

These are the marks

of a fighting man

The kind they call

[I]the Texican[/I]

Is that the only song you know?

The kind they call

[I]a Texican[/I]

If it wasn't for this blasted luck,

I wouldn't have any luck at all.

Jingling spurs

on a hardwood floor

A poker game

just made for four

But if you sit in

for a card or two

You'll wind up broke

before you're through

There's a chair open. You care to sit in?

No, thanks. I just stopped in for a drink.

That's not a bad-looking animal.

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