Whispering Smith Page #4

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Well, it's about Murray.

Since when's there ever been anything

about Murray that wasn't easy?

- Now, don't get sore.

- I ain't sore. I'm just asking'.

How do you explain his friends? Rebstock,

Du Sang... the Williams Canyon outfit?

Murray's a growed man,

ain't he?

- Or we still gotta pick his playmate?

- Look, Bill. This is your house.

You don't have to listen if

you don't wanna. I'm listening.

All right. How much do you

figure he makes railroadin'?

I don't know.

I never seen his paycheque.

120 a month,

maybe 200, but not any more.

- What are you getting at?

- His ranch.

How do you figure he can

build up a spread like that?

- Not on what the railroad's paying him.

- Smitty,

I ain't sore and I ain't mad,

but I'm telling ya, see...

Whatever Murray's doin' or ain't doin',

I don't think it's any of your business.

You're wrong, Bill.

He's the best friend I've got, the

greatest guy that ever pulled on a boot.

When I see him heading' for an

open switch, that's my business.

And it's yours too.

Yeah. Yeah,

I guess you're right.

Here. Quit loafing

and get to work.

Well, Smitty, if I don't see

ya... I'll see ya before I leave.

Good-bye, Emmy.

Bye.

Well, where do you think

you'll go from here?

Utah, Nevada, California.

- I'll let Bucks worry about that.

- Oh, Luke, why don't you stay?

You know why

I don't want to stay, Emmy.

Never wanted to come here

in the first place.

A wreck!

Baggs!

Anybody hurt?

Smith, I'm taking a run

out to the wreck.

I'd consider it a favour if you'd

come with me. I'd be glad to.

Slack off!

Give me that hook

over here, Bill.

Okay. Take it away!

It's all yours, boys.

Look out below.!

Check this one,

will ya, Bill?

How we doin', Seagrue? First rate.

Here, Seagrue.

Here you go, men.

Cigars on the house.

Seagrue.

Thanks.

Now, look. When you get a load, take it over

to Rebstock's place and come right back here.

Sure will.

Where do you want this barrel?

Let's set it up over here,

Frank.

Easy, Murray.

That case ain't even damaged.

Well, it is now.

Look, boys! Come and get it!

Hiya, Murray.

Hi, Smitty. Why, you old buzzard,

you. What are you doing out here?

I thought I'd come around and

kick the lead out of your pants.

Sinclair, is this brandy?

Yeah, sure. Have some.

It'll make a man out of you.

You realize, of course, that drinking

on the job is against the rules.

Sweating out here in the hot sun like this,

a man needs more in his guts than plain water.

Isn't that right, fellas?

That's right.

- These cigars. Are they off the wreck too?

- Where else?

Sinclair, I'll give you five minutes;

then I'll expect these men back at work.

Why, you...

Take it easy, Murray.

He's only trying to do his job.

He's got a lot to learn yet.

Maybe I should learn him

with a pick handle.

Why don't you try giving him a break?

Maybe he'll learn as he goes along, huh?

What's that you're loading?

Oh, just some stuff that... some stuff

that got busted up in the wreck, I guess.

You got a match?

Driver?

Yeah?

Whose wagon is this?

- Hey, Murray!

- Yeah!

Fella here wants to know

whose wagon this is.

It's mine, and these

men are off my ranch.

What is all this? It's

just exactly what you see...

damaged merchandise,

mostly junk.

Where are you hauling it?

What's it to you

where we're hauling it?

Junk, huh?

Personally, I'd call it loot.

McCloud, I don't like that word.

Hauling away about $2,000 worth

of perfectly sound merchandise,

I think loot's the right word.

As long as there's been a railroad, stuff

like this has been for the wrecking crews.

Am I right, boys?

That's one of the things

Bucks sent me here to stop.

Sinclair,

you'll unload that wagon.

Dansing, set this stuff

back on the right-of-way.

All right, boys... I'll brain the

first man that lays a hand on it!

That's right, Murray!

Murray, I think we can talk this

over quietly, the three of us.

Now, you stay out of this, Smith.

This is between me and McCloud.

No, Murray, it's between you and the

railroad. And I'm afraid that cuts me in.

All right, boys. Clear the tracks.

And lay off my crew, will ya?

If you want my job,

say so, and I'll quit.

No, Murray. I'm only asking

to talk this over. Come on.

Anything you got to say, you can

say right here, but say it fast.

That wreck's gonna sit across

the tracks until this thing's settled.

You mean, it's either your way, or

you'll tap the whole line, is that it?

That's it. Murray, I still

think we can talk it over.

Sure, we can,

but it'll never be your way.

Bill, you heard what

Mr. McCloud said.

Start unloading that wagon. All right,

Seagrue. Get movin'. Haul that load out of here.

Seagrue, if you move those mules,

I'll shoot them from between the traces.

All right, Bill.

Unload that wagon.

You want this stuff, huh?

By Judas, you'll have it!

Come on, boys! Lend a hand!

Here's a dress for ya!

- Sinclair, you're fired.

- That suits me fine, just fine!

And me too! And give 'em mine.

Sure, I'm sticking with Murray!

You boys were through

the moment you got on that wagon.

You know the trouble with you, Smith. You've worn

a marshal's badge so long, you now smell like one.

All right, Seagrue. Let's go. We'll

cool off at the ranch with a few drinks.

Hyah.! Here we come.! Giddyap,

there.! Come on.! Giddyap, there.!

Come on. Break it up!

All right, men. Get back to work!

Sinclair's

a pretty tough customer.

No, he's not tough.

Just hog-headed stubborn, that's all.

Get back to work.! Come on. Clear

off that track.! Right or wrong,

once Murray starts something,

he'll finish it, regardless.

Somehow,

we have to fix this up, McCloud.

He's too good a man to lose.

That McCloud,

sticking his big nose in.

I bet he just about busted his neck

getting his report into Bucks.

You know Murray.

Try shoving him around,

and he'll beat your brains out

just for the fun of it.

McCloud just doesn't

know how to handle him.

- It's past 8:
00.

- Bill should be back.

Do you think he'll have talked

Murray into coming with him?

There's a chance.

Like I said the other day...

Marian!

Hello, Emmy.

Hello, dear. Hello, Luke. Hello, Marian.

I just got in with Murray and Bill.

They stopped off at Pete's

to have a drink.

Poor Murray.

I guess he really needed one.

He'll be right over.

Bill told us that you'd wired Bucks,

interceding for Murray.

I've been praying all the way into town

that'll it'll work out all right.

Now, don't worry, Marian.

Bucks has never turned me down yet,

and he won't now.

When do you expect

an answer from him?

Any minute.

He... He knows I'm leaving.

Leaving? When?

Tonight.

Come on, Bill.!

Emmy!

W-Well.

How's my sweetheart?

Phew! How many you boys had? We only...

Liar!

Hi there!

Hi, yourself.

I guess I sort of jumped the tracks

a little this morning, Smitty.

I'm sorry.

Forget it, Murray.

Smitty, you're all right.

Same ol' Smitty, huh, Marian?

Always turning the other cheek.

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