Young Bill Hickok Page #3

Bill, everything's ready!

I'll be right there.

Suppose you quit worryin' and ask | Calamity to lend ya a rabbit's foot.

Well, what're ya gonna do?

Morrell has his orders.

You know, I'm kinda disappointed in Hickok.

I thought he was smart.

I still think he is.

A little too smart to go off half-cocked | with a full shipment o' gold in that coach.

What're ya getting at?

I'm not sure, but I've got what | you boys call a hunch.

I think I'll play it.

Leaving us, Mr. Whitaker?

Yep. Goin' out to Californ-y, to get some | more Cayooses for them relay stations.

Those Overland Raiders certainly keep | you busy, huh?

Yes, sirree!

Someday Californ-y'll run outta horses, | Overland Raiders'll run outta raids...

And I'll just naturally run outta a job.

Why, you seem upset, Ms. Mason. | Anything I can do?

Thank you, no. It's just that I'm | so terribly afraid.

No need to be. Bill Hickok will come through with flying colors.

Not if the Overland Raiders raid them.

No danger of that. Not at all.

You think they'll get through, then?

Well, yes, of course, unless they...

Well, there is a chance of Southern sympathizers.

Why, Mr. Tower! Southerners are not raiders.

Well, in times of war, men are forced | to do many things.

And the south needs that gold.

Enough to raid them?

Desperately, enough to kill them.

Oh, but that mustn't happen! | They're not carrying the gold!

Are you sure?

Yes, of course. Bill told me himself. | He wouldn't lie to me.

Ms. Mason, you've confided in the right person.

You think you'll be able to do something?

More than you imagine, my dear. Much more.

Thank you.

Say, Hayes. Have you seen Gabby Whitaker?

- Well, yeah. | - Which way was he heading?

Headin' east on the Willow Creek Trail.

He told me he was headin' for California.

Well, he sure wasn't.

What're you so interested in Gabby for?

Gabby's got that gold on that | broken-down outfit of his!

Get ahold of Morrell and tell him to | head him off, quickly.

Right.

The stage ain't carryin' that gold. It's just a trick.

Then where is it?

That old horse trader Gabby Whitaker's | takin' it through on his wagon.

On the Willow Creek Trail.

Let's get that wagon!

Rollin', rollin', rollin' on | up and down the prairie

While the moon is shinin' on | up and down the prairie

It don't matter where we go | Long as we are married

Rollin', rollin', rollin' on | up and down the prairie

There's but one way | To be passin' time away

With a yippee-I and a yippee-oh | and a double yippee-yay

If ye want to see the sights | Extraordinary

Take your gal and take a ride | up and down the prairie

I don't like the women folks | Somehow they upset me

They just take a look at me | And they can't forget me

Everytime I meet a man | And my love has got him

I go home and hear the news, | Somone came and shot him

There's but one way | To be passin' time away

With a yippee-I and a yippee-oh | and a double yippee-yay

Tell me, Gabby, one more thing | How'd ya get so hairy?

Rollin', rollin', rollin' on | up and down the prairie

The Overland Raiders!

See if the gold's in that wagon!

Get that wagon outta here! We'll | transfer the gold to the horses later!

Well, of all the dirty thievin', murderin', | yellow-livered sons o' Satan!

Well, whatcha yellin' fer? | We're still alive, ain't we?

Look!

Come on, let's grab that critter!

- Stand where ya are! | - How can he stand when he's sittin'?

Well then, get on your feet | and stand where ya are!

What're we gonna do with 'em, shoot 'em?

He's worth a heap more alive. We'll | take 'em into town and make 'em talk.

Get his gun, Calamity.

He ain't got none.

Well, then give 'em one and then take it away. | I mean, get 'em on his horse!

Yeah!

I've got a feeling something's gone wrong.

If they were gonna hold us up, they'd | done it long before now.

Maybe the Raiders don't know | we're takin' the shipment through.

That's just it, we're not takin' it through.

I sent it over another road with Gabby.

Maybe they found out about it!

That's just what we're gonna find out.

Hold the stagecoach here! The rest o' | you men follow me!

It's one o' Gabby's Indians, Hank.

We've gotta ride fast.

They've scattered in all directions from here.

No use tryin' to follow 'em. We'll head back to Hayes City.

It's Red!

You stay here. I'm going to see that he doesn't talk.

What happened?

Calamity and me accumulated ourselves one | o' them Overland Raiders.

Rest of 'em got away and took the gold with 'em.

Perhaps it didn't kick back.

What're you drivin' at?

Doesn't it seem rather strange | to sent that much gold...

... guarded only by an old man, a girl, and some Indians?

Say, if you're accusin' Bill Hickok of anything | crooked, why don't ya do it to his face?

He's comin' now.

Well, Hickok, they got the gold.

Who besides Waddell, you and myself | knew about the plan?

Well, if you'll give me about thirty | minutes, I may be able to answer that.

Alright, go ahead.

We'll be waiting.

How 'bout questioning this man? | We may get the truth from him.

Let's go in your office, Majors. | Come down off o' there.

You go on after Bill and keep your eyes | on that end o' the line.

I'm goin' to stick around here.

What's your name?

Red Burke.

Things look pretty bad for you, Burke.

The best thing you can do is to tell the truth.

You haven't got anything to be afraid of.

Go ahead. Speak up. Who's behind this robbery?

Maybe you made a pretty good guess outside.

What do you mean by that?

You couldn't possibly mean Bill Hickok?

Hickok's a pretty slick hombre, | but I guess he isn't slick enough.

He might've been slicker than you think when he | asked for a half hour to straighten things out.

That'll give 'em a pretty good start.

Say, maybe you're right!

Arrest Hickok.

If he stopped anywhere, it'll be to see his girl.

Lock 'em up.

Alright, Bill. I guess it was my fault.

Who did ya tell?

Tower.

Why?

Well, he said he could help you.

Well, I think he has.

Don't cry, honey. I understand.

I just couldn't let you go.

It seemed like such a foolish chance to take.

- Where's Bill? | - Inside. Him and Louise is squarin' off again.

Maybe I oughtta marry him myself, | just to keep 'em friendly.

They're comin' to get 'em for the gold | robbery. Get his horse outta sight!

They gotcha framed, Bill. Red's accusin' you | o' bein' responsible for the gold robbery.

And they're comin' here to arrest ye. | You better get goin' while the goin's good.

Why should I run? I've just found out | that Tower's behind all this!

Well, maybe he is. But you can prove | it better without a rope around your neck.

His horse ain't anywhere around.

I'll go around back and take a look.

Hurry!

He'll run into a dead end up there.

Yeah, he'll have to quit his horse | if he's gonna get out.

Dismount! Take your rifles! | Scatter out!

There's his horse!

Alright, Hickok! Come out, | we've got ya surrounded!

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