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My husband is dead,

after all,

and I would like to see

some sort of resolution

before old age dictates

that I join him.

My apologies, Mrs. Tammery.

Both ambrose and I,

we're determined to...

Ahem.

Both mayor Taylor and I,

we're determined to resolve

this matter

with the utmost urgency.

We've got young Danny holt locked

up in that cell right there.

He's just 19 years old, and he's

waiting for a U.S. Marshall

to come and take him

to laramie to stand trial,

so I'd like to

make reasonably sure

I've got the right suspect

in custody.

And, well, that demands closer

examination of the facts.

You and I both saw him

in the room with Mrs. Tammery,

her unfortunate husband

dead on the floor.

What more proof do you need?

And besides, we've already

sent for the Marshall

to take him

to laramie for a trial.

You did that, ambrose?

After I asked you not to?

I told you I wanted

to look into it more.

Look into what?

The boy is guilty.

You just have to accept it.

He's the one...

-Can I help you?

-You the town sheriff?

I'm sheriff Ramey, yes.

Well, I suppose you can help me.

I'm Moses white.

Now hold on a moment, sheriff.

Whatever business this man

may have, it can wait.

No offense, stranger.

We've got more important issues

here we need to discuss.

We need to continue

to discuss them.

Henry has a point. We shan't

be interrupted in this.

Look, I'll handle this.

Mr. White, is your business

urgent in nature?

Well, I supposed that depends

on your notion of urgent.

Well, by urgent,

I mean severely urgent.

Has there been an immediate

killing or robbery, for instance?

'Cause that's about the only thing

that could possibly take precedence

over the business

we're presently discussing.

Well, no, not immediate

as in just this second.

Okay, well, would you mind

having a seat then

till I can talk to you?

Or you can leave and come

back later, your choice.

Shouldn't be long.

-Chair's fine, I suppose.

-All right, then.

Now look,

let's recount what happened.

I just need to hear it again,

'cause I need to put my finger

on what's bothering me about it,

what I'm missing.

So, Mrs. Tammery, you were in your

room conversing with Danny holt?

That is correct.

I had hired Danny

to drive my buggy for me

so that I could look

at a plot of land

that I was considering

for purchase.

When we returned, I asked Danny

to come up to my room

so that I could pay him

for his time.

And that's when Mr. Tammery

arrived at the hotel?

Yes, Tammery came in and

introduced himself as Camille's...

Mrs. Tammery's husband,

who then inquired as to whether

or not she was at the hotel,

so I of course

directed him on to her room.

And he went directly

to your door?

Yes. He came right in

and he grabbed me.

Took me rather by surprise.

George and I had separated,

as I had told you earlier.

He followed me here

from rawlins

with the intent

on reconciling.

-And you argued?

-Yes.

Like I said, George wanted me

to return with him to rawlins.

But I had told him,

and in no uncertain terms,

that I was no longer

in love with him.

And the two of you discussed this

right there in front of Danny holt?

George was so intent

on his purpose

that I do not think he even saw

Danny standing there in the corner.

I admit, I almost forgot

about him myself.

And when I did think of him,

I decided that it was probably a

very good idea that he was there.

-As a witness.

-A witness?

Yes. George was excitable.

He had been physical with me

before when his temper was high,

something that I had told you

before in confidence, Henry,

and yet you saw fit

to send him to my room.

I'm very disappointed

in you.

Very disappointed.

I'm sorry.

I didn't think.

No, you did not.

What happened then,

Mrs. Tammery?

I have told you this.

Must I go through

this questioning again?

Well, once more,

if you don't mind.

George became enraged,

as he was wont to do.

Danny shouted for him to stop

and grabbed at his arm.

George was much larger than

Danny and easily threw him off.

He grabbed me

and threw me to the floor.

He advanced on Danny and...

Danny shot him.

I screamed, and I think

I may have swooned.

Twice?

No, once.

Who swoons twice?

No, I mean,

Danny holt shot him twice.

Yes.

I suppose he must have.

Yes.

Camille Tammery saw Danny holt

shoot her husband dead.

You and I found Danny

at the scene ourselves,

his gun in his hand.

I know, but something doesn't

feel quite right about it.

What'd he shoot him with?

-Excuse me?

-The weapon, what was it?

It was a Colt .45

.45 caliber?

Yeah, so?

Where were you at this time?

Down at the desk

in the lobby.

Just downstairs from where

Mrs. Tammery lost her husband?

That would be correct, yeah.

And you,

you heard the shots?

-I beg your pardon?

-Help yourself.

You'll have to forgive me,

Mr. Mannors.

The smell of fresh coffee

got the better of me.

I wondered if you'd,

heard the shots from where

you were down in the lobby.

I heard the commotion.

There were screams.

But you did not hear the reports

from the young man's pistol?

I don't know. I...

The, Colt .45

is very a powerful handgun,

yet you didn't hear

the reports

just a floor below

Mrs. Tammery's room.

Well, I might have.

I'm not sure.

Why are you so interested

in this anyway?

As far as I'm concerned, this

affair is none of your business.

Who was the first person in the

room after the shots were fired?

-Would that be you also?

-Yes. I own the hotel.

I went up immediately. -When you

heard the commotion, not the shots.

I don't remember hearing

the damn shots!

What the hell?

Who is this man?

Well, I'm the Marshall

y'all are waiting for.

Well, that can't be.

We just wired the Marshall's

office in laramie yesterday.

I didn't come here from laramie.

I came from rawlins.

-It's much closer.

-Excuse me?

Well, you all wired the

Marshall's office in laramie,

and they wired me in rawlins

knowing I'd be there,

and, well, I came here.

Simple.

My apologies.

I just didn't expect...

Look here, you could have identified

yourself as soon as you got here.

Well, you told me to take a seat

and wait my turn,

so I... I did.

Besides, I wanted to hear

the story.

Well, you have.

Almost.

I wonder what your

prisoner has to say.

I hardly heard him breathe

since I've been here.

Well, so far Danny holt

hadn't said a word about it.

Not a single word.

Ain't that odd.

You know the boy, sheriff?

He been much trouble before?

No, just the usual

boy mischief.

You surprised

he killed a man?

Very. I mean, he's had a

hard life by some standards,

having no folks and all,

but, you know,

he does odd jobs,

stays out of trouble.

Odd jobs?

What sort of odd jobs?

Well, he runs errands, deliveries,

you know, that type of thing.

Does more around here to help

the sheriff than anyone.

Sweeps up, looks after the place

when Tom's on his rounds.

Even brings meals to the sheriff

and any prisoners.

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