Young Bill Hickok Page #2

Bill, were you badly hurt?

I'd take a shootin' two ways | from Sunday to get you here.

You didn't have to do that.

I know I didn't have to, but it helped.

You're here.

Yes, and I'm sorry.

Quarreling about the north and south was silly.

Lotta folks are doin' it nowadays.

Not us. From now on, the south is gonna | have to take care of itself.

I'm taking care of you.

North don't know it, but they sure | won themselves a victory.

I'll have you well in no time.

Oh, no hurry. I'm lookin' forward | to a long and slow recovery.

It ain't proper to be spyin' on | a young couple a-courtin'.

What's he doin' now?

Uncle Gabby, he's a-puttin' his arm around her.

- He ain't! | - He is!

And now he's kissin' her!

He is?

Where is this Morrell? We're losing time, | valuable every day of it.

Why don't we hear from him?

Speak of the devil.

Look!

At the back door tonight, quick, | before he comes here now.

Right.

Come to Tower's office around midnight tonight.

Back door'll be unlocked. Better not hang around here.

You realize how much time we've lost?

Where've you been?

Did you ever have a bad dose o' lead poisonin'?

No, of course not. Well, it takes a lotta curin'.

Well, you've taken enough time to recover | from a severe case of hanging.

Some things men out here don't josh about, Tower.

Well, that encounter with Hickok was rather costly, but --

Oh, don't worry. I'll collect for those men. | I ain't finished with Wild Bill Hickok.

Now, what do you want me to do?

Well, take up where you left off.

Well, I gotta have Nan. And it | ain't to be had without money.

We've got plenty of that. All you | want if you get results.

Philip will fix you up. Now get going, | and hit those trail outfits hard!

I'll see you.

Three queens and a pair of aces.

That beats me.

This is my lucky day, gentlemen.

I'd rather lose to you than to Morrell's Raiders.

Have you seen Hickok?

No, I haven't. Why?

Read this.

I hope nothing serious has happened, Charlie.

It hasn't yet, but it could.

This is a mighty big responsibility for us to take on, | with Morrell's Raiders on the rampage again.

If it's that important, I oughtta know | something about what's going on.

Why, there's no one here you can't trust.

Gentlemen, we've got a big shipment o' gold | in the company safe.

A half o' million dollars worth.

It came through from California | before the Raiders fired up again.

Now the government insists | we forward it under our own guard.

Well, that seems foolhardy. | Why not an army convoy?

I've tried, but they can't spare the men.

Now it's our job. That's | why we've got to find Hickok.

He shouldn't be hard to find. It's almost sure that | he'd be down there at the parson's house.

With that pretty Southern girl he's a-stayin'. | He's gonna be married tomorrow.

Tomorrow? He can't do that to us.

He's got to see that this gold shipment gets through.

Alright, Majors, you go right over and tell 'em.

Not me. You do it, Waddell.

I'll meet ya at the office.

Oh, no. That's your job.

You're the head of this firm, you do it!

Tell Morrell I wanna see him tonight.

Darn funny that folks can't get hitched without | havin' a lotta ribbons hangin' all over the place.

Oh, these are festoons to set off the bride.

Likely as not, Bill'll strangle himself on 'em | 'fore they get to the 'I do's.

I'm runnin' this wingding.

Who's singing?

Bill.

I got 'em serenadin' Louise. I'm | doin' everythin' accordin' to Hoyle.

Got myself a new pair o' britches.

I'm bridesmaid.

... my dreams come true!

From the evenin' | til the mornin'

Every hour I spend with you.

Why can't I come in?

Because Calamity says it's bad luck for the bridegroom...

... to be in the house the day before the wedding.

Yeah, but I feel like a fillyloo bird | perched out here on this rail.

Come on out.

I can't. I've put on my wedding dress to | see how I look and...

Calamity says if you were to see me in it before the | ceremony it would be flyin' in the face o' Providence.

Yeah, but can't ya kinda slip out while she's not watchin'?

Well, I could try.

You keep on singing and I'll come out.

When the shadows fall

Across the Rockies

And the sleepy moon

Begins to rise

Then I see your face

In almost every place

You are always there | Before my eyes

When the shadows fall

Across the Rockies

You boys are kinda early, aren't ya?

The wedding isn't til tomorrow.

Bill, somethin' important's come up.

Somethin' you won't like, but --

Give me time. I'll get to the point.

What're ya tryin' to say, Mr. Majors?

Bill, the government is planning a | big drive to end the war.

And they're in desperate need of gold supplies.

As you know, we have a large amount stored here.

You've got to get it through.

Is that orders, Mr. Majors?

Orders, Bill.

Calamity caught me red-handed.

Louise, I guess you know everybody | here except Mr. Tower.

How do you do, Mr. Tower?

Gentlemen...

I've got to get down to the corral.

Well, I'll come along with you.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Calamity says I'm walking right into | trouble in my wedding dress.

Honey, I'm going away.

I've got to leave right now to get things ready.

But our wedding!

We'll have to wait.

Well, were you just going away | without even telling me?

Of course not. Louise, you must | understand the importance of this.

Is it more important to you than our marriage?

It'll only be postponed for a little while, | just til I can get this shipment of gold through.

- To the enemy. | - Louise...

Yes, Bill, the enemy.

I can't help being a Southerner. You're taking gold through | so the government can pay the army to kill my people!

Yes. If you wanna put it that way.

But this is army business. And I just | got my orders from Headquarters.

Orders, orders! Well, here's an order for you.

Don't come back. There's not gonna be any wedding!

Bill!

May I see you a minute?

Sure!

Oh, Bill, I'm awfully sorry. | Will you forgive me?

I start in forgivin' ya the minute | you start in gettin' mad.

You know, the last time we quarreled | and I let you go, you were almost killed.

We've made up this time, so if I get half-killed | again, it'll be my own darn fault.

Oh, Bill, I'm so worried.

All that gold! Surely the Morell Raiders | can't help but know you're moving it!

We've been doin' considerable thinking | along those lines and --

And you've decided to do something?

Yes. Take the gold through.

But couldn't you've thought of some | kind of a plan to safeguard yourselves?

There's no better plan that the bullet. | It's sorta safe either way.

Then you do expect an attack from the Raiders | and you're just gonna take a chance...

... on fighting your way out.

Oh, Bill, ya can't win!

Then it'll be two losers.

What do you mean?

We're not takin' the gold through.

But those boxes and all your guards!

Some folks might call 'em decoys.

Well, then it's more of a fool's errand than ever.

The Raiders'll think you've got it and | you'll all be dead before they find out ya haven't.

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