Western Union Page #6

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like a good boy.

Here. This is a nice

little piece. Come on.

Isn't that good?

I didn't think you got back

in time to get burned.

-You're next, son.

-Shaw, come to my tent.

I want to talk to you.

Thanks, Doc.

-Ever see this before?

-No.

Shaw, for a long time I've been

expecting you to tell me something...

but you didn't.

I've given you every chance.

The only conclusion I can draw now

is I was wrong about you.

You know I didn't say anything

when the cattle was stolen...

and I didn't say anything

about that horse deal in Sage...

but your absence last night

is something I won't put up with.

Now, once and for all,

I want the truth.

All right, pack up your things

and get out.

-Is that all?

-Yes.

Well...

-I see you're clearing out.

-Yeah, for good.

After I go, there's a favor

I want you to do for me.

A favor? For you?

Tell Mr. Creighton

Jack Slade's my brother.

Your brother?

I wanted to tell him myself, but

when a fellow's your own brother...

there ain't much you can say. I'm

going into Elkville on a little business.

Tell Mr. Creighton not to worry. Jack

won't bother Western Union any more.

-Give me a shave.

-It's a pleasure, friend.

He's lose, Jack. And he's

here now looking for you.

-Alone?

-Yeah.

-We'll stay here.

-All right.

If you'll excuse me,

I think I'll go and have dinner.

Put that cloth around me

and get to work.

But my wife is a stickler

for punctuality, and...

I live way over

on the other side of town.

-Shut up and do as I tell ya.

-Yes, Sir.

And be careful you don't nick me

if you know what's good for you.

Oh, no, Sir.

There he is.

-Maybe he didn't see us.

-He's seen us all right.

I know Vance.

-What are we gonna do?

-That depends. We'll see.

Here he comes.

Howdy, Vance.

Howdy, Jack.

-Did you come to join us?

-No.

I'm gonna give you

an even break, Jack.

It can't go on this way any longer.

It's got to be either you or me, so...

get up and take that apron off.

-Blake.

-Well?

Makes a nice sound, doesn't it,

coming across the continent?

-It's music.

-I wish Shaw could hear it.

It's a long way from Salt Lake City

to Boot Hill in Elkville...

but I think he can hear it.

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