The Virginian Page #6

I've camped there lots of times.

I hope you like it.

- I'm sure I will.

Thought you'd never get here.

- Welcome. The bride sure is pretty.

Looks more like you're

going on a trip than getting married.

Ma'am, can we borrow him?

- Can I trust you to return him?

We'll be good. - Well, pretty good.

- Whom can I believe? - Neither.

I'll change my clothes.

- I wouldn't change them.

Oon't run off with my bag.

- See you in a minute.

You're sure you don't mind if I go?

- Of course not. - I won't be long.

I'll be busy with the dressmaker.

- I'll wait to see your wedding dress.

Not until the ceremony.

It's bad luck.

Then I'll go quick.

I'm not taking any chances.

Go on, the boys are waiting.

What is it?

- Trampas. He's in there.

He wants trouble.

He's drinking and talking plenty.

Let's have a drink.

Across the street.

My last drink with you single.

- Here's to luck.

Someday, maybe I'll step out too.

There's a friend of yours in town.

- Oid he mention he was my friend?

Well, he said a lot of things.

- Forget it. - I always do.

Give us another drink.

He said he'd be back,

if you're interested. - We ain't.

We'll take this off your hands.

- All of us. - No thanks, boys.

Just say the word.

- It's a matter between the two of us.

And I hope he don't drift around.

- You got to think of her.

Who else would I be thinking of?

I'm acting mayor. I could lock him up

till after you're married.

I'm sick of this monkeying around.

You!

You there.

You've been saying

I'm the boss of the rustlers you hung.

Now, tell me.

- No fighting here. - Shut up.

You heard.

Trampas,

I don't want trouble with you now.

No, you've been dodging for years.

You won't do it any longer.

Are you sure you mean that?

Oon't bluff. I'm calling your hand.

- What have you got?

That you're a lying skunk. The country

isn't big enough for both of us.

You've got till sundown to get out.

Too bad you said that, Trampas.

Get out!

Get out by sundown,

or I'll shoot you on sight.

I guess it had to come. - We'll see

that his men don't help him. - Thanks.

The sun will be down

in less than half an hour.

Oo it quick and right. I want to

enjoy the wedding. - Are you worried?

Who, me?

Oon't tell her till it's over.

She wouldn't understand.

Open the door!

It's been awful waiting for you.

I wanted to find you. They told me.

I'm sorry they did.

- Never mind, I've got you now.

I wish you didn't have to wait alone,

but it won't be long.

I gave him a chance

to change his mind, twice.

But he stood to it. He knows

he went too far to go back on it.

He'll have to go to the finish now.

- The finish? You're not going to...

I won't let him shoot me.

But you're not staying here,

now that I know. We can get away.

I have to stay, Molly.

- But why, when there's a choice?

He did the choosing, not me.

If people thought I was a coward...

No one will think you're a coward.

It's just pride, your idea of honor.

It's childish, ridiculous.

If I ran away, I could never

look my friends square in the eye.

Or you, either.

Can't you see how it is?

- No. Perhaps I should, but I can't.

I kept saying to myself, "Hanging

those cattle thieves was his duty. "

But you don't have to do this. When

I think of tomorrow... - Listen. - No.

If you do this, there won't be

a tomorrow. I won't come back again.

Can you look at me and say that?

Can you?

Oon't do this.

For my sake. Please.

I haven't any choice.

I'll go to the post office.

- You haven't finished your drink.

Got him.

Cold as a canned mackerel.

Oarling, you're safe.

It wasn't you.

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