West of the Divide Page #3

of Mr. Winters here.

If he wants proof, take him and show him Ganns.

And then...

Alright, get outta here before I shoot

the pants offa you.

- Well, Dusty's taken the shovel, but I guess

I can...

- Nevermind that.

Where is your partner?

He beat it for the border. We figure that the

sooner we get outta here, the better.

And I suppose you want your dough.

That's all I'm waiting for.

Well, the bank's closed, but I'll have it for you

at the hideout first thing in the morning.

Fair enough. I'll stay at the Winters' place tonight.

Got a few things I wanna pick up.

Alright, but don't let the girl see you.

I won't let anyone see me.

Okay.

- Hello, boys.

- Hi, boss. Hi, chief.

Well, I got some good news for you.

The Winters' ranch'll soon be mine.

Ol' man Winters is dead.

- Well, that is good news, I'd say.

- I'll say it is, boys.

Wonder what happened to him.

And now we're gonna collect five thousand dollars

reward.

- Five thousand?

- How?

Gat Ganns is at the Winters' ranch,

but he'll be over here in the morning.

There's a price on his head of

five thousand dollars, dead or alive.

- Dead men tell no tales.

- That's my job.

I don't care who does the job, just so it's done.

Peewee, you're gonna fly your tail outta here!

They're laying plots and it's up to us to tell 'em!

Why, Spuds! What're you doin' over here?

I come to tell you, they're gonna shoot you,

soon's you come to the hideout!

Gentry says there's a reward for you and he's

gonna get it.

Double-crossed, eh?

Oh, you don't have to worry, Spuds. There's no

reward out for me, and they're not gonna get me.

What's that?

That was Aunt Marthy's.

She gave it to me when she died.

Marthy?

Yeah, she was Butch's wife. She was the only

friend I had until you come.

Marthy, Butch...

Now I know where I've seen 'em. He and his

wife worked for my dad!

Say, Spuds. Did Aunt Martha ever tell you

about your father?

She said he was dead and that Butch wasn't

my real dad.

She left me a letter and told me not to open

it until I was grown up.

Well, where is it?

I brought this with me, 'cause Butch said he was

gonna shoot me and I ain't never going back there.

Here it is.

I'm gonna open this, Spuds. It may mean a lot

to both of us.

'Dear boy, your real name is Jim Hayden.

Your dad and his brother were killed by Gentry

and his gang when you were a babe.

Don't think hard of me, son. I've had no hand

in this.

Aunt Martha.'

Jim!

Jim, do you know what that means?

It means you're my brother.

My own little brother.

Gee, ain't that swell!

You know, boys, in a way this isn't any great

surprise to me.

I've suspicioned Gentry for a long time.

But I've never been able to get anything on him.

Years ago, right after Hayden was killed...

We suspected him of being the secret leader

of a band of rustlers.

But we were never able to prove it.

After reading that letter, there isn't a doubt

in my mind...

... but that he was guilty of Hayden's death.

We've got enough on Gentry now!

Why should we wait?

Well, give Ted a chance to play his hand, Sheriff.

He'll get word to us when he needs us.

There's Gentry now.

No matter what happens, son, stay right here.

Mrs. Winters?

I hardly know how to tell you, but...

this poster will speak for itself.

Why! That's the man that went with Dad!

- And he's a killer!

- That isn't the worst of it.

Word just came to town that they found

your father --

No!

Don't say it!

Don't cry, Fay. I want you to know that I'll take

care of you.

Why, I've loved you since the first time I saw you.

- Please, Mr. Gentry --

- Don't you understand, Fay? I'm crazy about you!

I'll give you everything you want!

Please don't talk like that!

Listen. I want you to be my wife.

Oh, take your hands off me!

Take your hands off, Gentry.

- You!

- What have you done with my father?

Your father's safe, Ms. Winters.

Call the sheriff. I'm holding this man for murder.

Murder?

My name's Hayden. Ted Hayden.

Son of the man you and your gang murdered

twelve years ago.

You left me for dead, too, Gentry.

But I lived.

Lived to even up the score.

Why, he's crazy!

That poster proves who he is.

Then call the sheriff, Ms. Winters.

Hello?

No, give me the sheriff's office.

You're mighty brave behind a gun, aren't you?

Why, hangin' or shootin's too good for you,

Gentry.

Hello, is this the sheriff's office?

- This is Ms. Winters. Is my fath --?

- Yes, your father's here.

He's alright.

What's that?

We'll be right over.

It's your daughter, Winters. We'll have to hurry.

- When Dusty comes, lead 'em right

to the hideout.

- Alright, Ted!

I'll be alright, dear. Don't you worry.

Hey, Dusty! Ted said to follow me!

Come on, Winters!

It's Ganns. He's got himself in a trap.

Gimme that gun.

Listen, Gentry. Twelve years ago,

you killed my father.

Separated me from my brother and took

everything outta my life that a kid could have.

You know, I oughtta give you what

you gave my dad.

But I'm keeping my hands clean, Gentry.

I'm taking you to the law.

Alright, boys. Let's riddle him with bullets.

Why, it's Gentry!

Up in the air, men!

Where's the man called Ganns?

He's in there.

Well, boys! I've been tryin' to meet up with you

for sometime!

I reckon you got here just in time, brother.

What're you thinking about, Jim?

You know, Ted meant that.

And he said when you married 'em,

it was gonna be twice as big.

Oh! He has it all worked out, has he?

Sure, and you better accept his proposition.

'Cause it'll be the only one you'll ever get.

Well!

What's my little brother been tellin' you?

Well, I was tellin' her what you said you didn't

have the nerve to.

Is my face red!

Well, it oughtn't to be! 'Cause Fay said she'd

accept your proposition.

Why, I --

Gosh, now you're both burnin' up.

I think your brother needs a good lecture.

Lecture? He needs a good spanking!

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