Yellow Sky Page #3

Sit tight?

Like a bunch of scared rabbits?

- Well, there's six of us. Let's root 'em out.

- Go ahead.

It couldn't be that you're worrying about

somebody else getting killed, could it?

You and Lengthy get in the house...

and see if you can find out

where they got the ammunition hid.

Cinch they couldn't

carry it all up there.

You and Bull Run

look around the barn.

[Gunshot]

[Gunshots]

Whew.

Mighty hot sun.

Almost tempts a man

to drink water.

Well, I declare!

There's one of them

wavin'a flag of truce.

[Laughs]

Tryin'everything, I guess.

It don't seem exactly right

to shoot a man wavin' a white flag, Mike.

I'll teach them to come around here,

chasin' us out of our house.

Wait till he gets up a little closer.

You can always get him

if he gets nasty.

That's close enough.

[Voice Echoing]

It's the only white shirt we got

in the outfit. Belongs to Dude.

He's kind of particular.

Don't wanna get it dirty.

Look, I shaved.

Changed my shirt too.

Smell like a lily.

Even combed my hair, right

around the part you gave me.

What do you want?

I thought maybe you and me

could make a deal.

There's only one deal

we'll make with you:

Get out of Yellow Sky and stay out,

or we'll shoot the lot of you.

Them bullets of yours ain't gonna last

forever. We found your ammunition.

Soon as you use up the ones you got,

my boys are gonna come up and get you.

Well, at least you

won't be among 'em.

Oh, don't a flag of truce

mean nothin' to you?

With thieves like you?

Now, nobody's gonna hurt you

if they can help it.

But we know you got gold,

and we're gonna get it.

Come on back to the house and tell us where

it's hid. Maybe we'll cut you in for some.

You might as well be comfortable

while you're gettin' robbed.

Ask him what kind of a deal.

You can't make a deal

with him, Grandpa.

Fifty-fifty's better than nothin'.

Anyhow, it don't do no harm to ask.

Sit down and keep your hands in sight.

We haven't made up our minds yet

what we're gonna do with you.

Get down!

Dirty, double-crossin'-

Grandpa!

[Groaning]

Oh, I gotta get you back to the house.

It's bleedin' bad.

Oh, I've bled before.

[Groaning]

[Gunshots]

Hold your fire!

They're givin' up!

Bull Run and Walrus, get up there.

Somebody's been hit.

I sure hope it ain't that girl.

I got a different future

picked out for her.

[Coughs]

I've seen a lot worse than that.

Didn't even break no bone.

Don't look like you got

no lead to probe for neither.

Don't look like you got

no lead to probe for neither.

That's right. Just got

a hole in my leg.

Uh, probing is usually

a two-quart job.

[Men Laughing]

You'll have to excuse us, ma'am.

You see, we're used to

men getting shot...

and the boys just haven't

stopped to remember...

that this is your grandfather

and the only one you've got.

Look, why don't you go?

Can't you see he wants to go to sleep?

I think we oughta get this deal

of ours settled right now.

- Where's the gold?

- He can't talk now.

Tomorrow when he's feeling better,

he'll tell you anything you wanna know.

- All right, Mike. Might as well get it over with.

- But, Grandpa, you're not-

If we don't, first thing you know,

they'll be twisting my arm for me.

Did you ever have a fellow

twist your arm for you?

It don't feel so good.

Get me my pipe.

I don't supposed it'd do

any good to tell you boys...

we haven't got any gold?

Yeah, that's what I thought.

You'd just keep hunting for it

until you'd made a nuisance of yourself...

until somebody got killed.

Now, wouldn't you?

Suppose I admit

that we have got some gold...

but don't tell you where it is?

Now, you wouldn't do a mean thing

like that to us, would you, Grandpa?

Let me give you boys

a little history of things here.

About 15 years ago, heavy silver

was hit here in Yellow Sky.

[Chuckles]

The town boomed overnight.

Me and Mike here-

Oh, she was just a baby then.

I was a young fellow myself-

not a day over 60.

[Laughing]

Well, we was late gettin' here...

and didn't manage to put our hands

on anything worthwhile anyhow...

so it didn't matter one way or the other

to us when the veins pinched out.

Well, it was right hard

goin' for us for a while...

but we finally hit

on what we were lookin' for.

Pretty soon we hired us

two or three young Apaches...

from the old chief, Colorado.

[Laughs]

Then things began to hum.

You know, I've been smokin'

a pipe for 60 years.

[Laughs, Coughs]

I'm still havin' trouble with my puffer.

Yeah. What was I talkin' about?

Gold.

Oh, yes. Yes.

Mighty dangerous thing...

if you want it

out of plumb greediness.

I've seen it ruin many a man.

Of course, I had good reasons

for wantin' it myself.

Now, Mike here-

I'm the only one she's got.

So, you see, I wanted to see her

took good care ofbefore I died.

Come to the point.

What about our deal?

- What's your idea of a deal?

- Depends on how much you got.

- Well, now, countin'the dust-

- Don't tell 'em, Grandpa.

- Don't tell 'em anything more!

- Well, Mike, I thought-

I had to do something. I couldn't

let you stay up there and die.

- Now, listen, ma'am.

I've been tryin' to be patient with you-

- That money's yours, Grandpa.

I know how hard you worked

and sweated for it.

They got no right to it. Of course,

you can't understand that, can you?

'Cause you're no good.

None of you.

- You're just born takers.

- You still haven't said how much you got.

It ain't just the money.

Look at him. He's an old man.

All he's dreamed about is seein'

this town come to life again...

with people livin'here and

workin'and-and stores open.

The stage comin' through

from Alkali.

And all because of him

and what he done.

You see, Mike? They don't even

know what you're talkin' about.

Uh, how about 50-50?

How much?

Oh, 50,000.

Fifty thousand dollars?

[Grandpa]

Around that.

I think maybe we can do business.

Where is it?

Go show 'em, Mike.

Mike?

It's cached in the mouth of that

old silver mine up under those big rocks.

When you came here this morning,

we went up and knocked out a few timbers.

It's buried now.

- If you want it, you'll have to dig for it.

- Want it?

Oh, my back feels like it's broke.

From now on, I'm stickin'

to robbin' banks.

You sure don't catch that

old Dude doin' no work.

Oh, he wouldn't be no good nohow...

with that lung of his.

'Sides, somebody's got to keep an eye

on the girl and the old man, don't they?

That's what's bothering me.

He may keep too close an eye on her.

Why don't you shut up

about that girl?

Once you get your hands on all this gold, she

won't look no better than a broken-down squaw.

Well, that's a lie.

She'll never look anything but pretty.

Well, of all the-

You too?

[Men Laughing]

Whoa!

- [Muttering]

- [Men Laughing]

[Mutters, Grunts]

Go on, Lengthy!

Go on and kiss her!

She ain't got no gun on her this time!

Ride her, cowboy!

Ride her!

But watch yourself.

- Ow!

- Looks like she's got a burr under her saddle!

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