Two Rode Together Page #9

...than she's been treated

by some of you.

Good going.

Permission to leave, sir.

Mrs. Frazer, it was a grand party.

Hold everything here!

Hold it! Hold it! What is this?

Cold-blooded murder,

that's what it is.

And in my opinion,

you're as much to blame...

...as that mad dog you brought in.

Come on!

No, Mr. Wringle, don't blame him.

It was my fault, all of it.

God pity me.

- Oh, no, not Mrs. McCandless?

- Yes, Martha.

She cut him loose

so he could eat his food.

He grabbed the knife

and stabbed her through the heart.

Now, look!

Look, I know how you men feel...

...but there's not going to be

any lynching.

You think you're going to stop it?

- Quiet! Quiet!

- Yes, I am.

Ortho. Greely.

Now, this here no lynching be,

soldier boy.

The boy's had a fair trial

with a judge and a jury.

I can imagine the kind

of a defence he had.

Lieutenant Gary!

I defended him as best I could.

- Yes, he did.

- But the jury decided different.

And I, as presiding judge,

pronounced the sentence.

He's to be hanged by the neck

until he's dead.

Now, wait a minute!

All right, bring him out to the tree.

Hey! Hey!

Mine! Mine! Mine!

Mine! Mine!

Mine!

Mine! Mine!

All right, get him up here

on the wagon.

No! No! No!

No!

McCandless!

Good morning, senor.

Hi there, Mr. McCabe!

Welcome home.

Ward, you're sitting in my chair.

You...

Those clothes look familiar to you?

- Yep.

- You got my clothes on?

No, sir, Mr. McCabe.

These ain't your clothes.

Belle, my fiancee,

Mrs. Aragon, that is...

...she sent off to San Antone for them.

Same place that you get yours.

I ain't wearing a single thing

belongs to you.

Excepting this star.

And that ain't yours no more.

Not since we had the election

last week.

I bet you can't guess

who's the new marshal.

Oh, don't tell me. Don't tell me.

Don't tell... Let me think this out.

Let me think. And you hush, Jim.

You hush.

- No, I have... Nothing.

- Not a word. Not a word.

I didn't get to vote for myself,

not even once.

Say, you fellas

sure look hot and thirsty.

How'd you like to have

a nice cold beer?

Honeybee.

Honeybee?

Sounded like "honeybee."

Honeybee.

Thank you.

Ma'am, I wouldn't go...

- You said the room was...

- The room.

- But not here. We'll...

- What's your rush?

- You haven't introduced the lady to me.

- And I don't intend to.

Really?

Then I'll introduce myself.

Belle Aragon.

And everything you see around here

belongs to me.

Including the livestock.

You are to be congratulated, madam.

"Miss," if you don't mind.

And you can drop the phoney airs.

I know all about you, Mrs. Stone Calf.

News travels fast in this country.

How'd you like a job, honey?

I could put your hair

in Indian braids.

A short skirt, some squaw boots,

a little bear grease.

You'd be quite an attraction.

- Does that stagecoach go to California?

- Yeah. Yes, ma'am.

That coach goes to El Paso.

You can change coaches there.

But you ain't going to California.

Yes, I am.

Thank you very much

for being so kind.

Belle, I'm gonna beat hell

out of you!

Honeybee!

- You thought I was fooling.

- No, no.

Please, do you have room for me?

Proud to haul you, ma'am,

proud to haul you. Step right in.

Ward.

Thanks for the beer. Jim.

And six months room rent.

And meals.

And six months room rent.

And meals.

And...

Jim.

Jim, take care of the Army.

They need you.

- So long. Good luck.

- So long.

So long, Belle!

- Hey, Slim.

- Yes, marshal?

- Come here a minute.

- Stand by, Chuck!

Come on! Come on, fellas!

We're late.

Hang on, senorita.

Here we go!

So long, Jim!

So long, Guth!

You'd think a woman

with my experience...

...would know more about men.

Yeah.

Well, guess old Guth

finally found something...

...he wanted more than 10 percent of.

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