Come on. Let's git.
Hi, Murray. Hello, Sam.
Well, hiya, Bill!
Hiya, Murray. Hiya, Captain. How about a splash of hot java?
Comin' right up. How are you, Doc? How are you, Baggs?
You old ticket puncher. I thought you pulled the pin on us and left.
Sure have, Murray. Got myself as pretty a piece of land as you ever saw.
Who's the new brakie? Him? Oh, that's Willie Figg.
Willie? Meet Mr. Murray Sinclair, our wrecking boss.
Glad to know you, Willie. And don't forget, Willie.
When you pile 'em up, there's the poor goat that's got to clean up the mess.
What are you doin' out this way? There was a wreck, wasn't there?
Just a rockslide and a broken arm. Lost a couple of empties.
- Hardly worth the trip, was it, Doc? - No, hardly, hardly.
You sound disappointed, Murray.
Yeah. The bigger they are, the better I like 'em.
It ain't like the old days, Bill.
Roadbeds as flat as a pool table.
All this new equipment. Inspections every time you turn around.
In a few years, we'll be railroadin' in a dress suit the way things are goin'.
Get this... "Warning all personnel, Rocky Mountain Division.
Barton brothers held up Cheyenne Express last week. Guard murdered.
"Bartons heading your vicinity."
Why, the dirty, murderin' snakes.
But look what else it says.
"Luke Smith detailed to case. Give him every cooperation."
Luke Smith? Signed "P.I. Bucks, President."”
Let me see that.
Good old Smitty. Now there's a guy.
You know him?
You hear that?
He asked me do I know him? Why, we were practically weaned off the same bottle.
Came West, started railroadin' together right here on this division.
Yeah. Smith rode shotgun for us on the payroll car.
Sure. Couple of years, me and Smitty roomed together at Emmy's, remember?
Yeah. Yeah. That was before Marian and I were married.
Now he's way up there.
Whispering Smith... troubleshooter for President Bucks himself.
Uh-uh. Guys like Smitty they don't make anymore.
What's he like? Well, he's sort of quiet and gentle-like.
Till somebody spits in his eye.
Then he's like a rattler... Just naturally unwraps himself.
Why, I seen him toss six slugs into a gent's belly button...
and never even seen him draw his guns.
Yeah, but why do they call him Whispering Smith?
Sonny boy, if you ever run off with the company payroll...
and you hear somebody behind you talkin' low and quiet,
that's Whispering Smith, and you're in trouble.
What the blazes!
What does he think he's doing up there?
Hey, you, Willie. Get forward and tell that hogger to keep rollin'.
Maybe somebody's trying to flag us down.
- Yeah, maybe the Barton boys. - Better get back.
You lookin' for someone?
Smitty! Smitty, we were just talkin' about you!
How are you anyhow? Get away from me, you big buffalo.
What you been doin' with yourself? Hello, Baggy.
Hiya, Cap. Well, Doc! This is just like comin' home.
Come here, sweetheart. Let me look at ya.
Boy, it's good to see you.
You too, Murray.
Here. Let me help you off with these wet things.
Get him a cup of coffee, Cap!
Why, you sure picked a fine night for a walk. Sit down.
What's the matter with you? Don't you like horses anymore?
Sure, I had one, but they shot it out from under me.
The Bartons?
Yeah, the Bartons. How do you know?
This wire.
They won't get very far in this weather.
The way I see it, they'll hole up in Williams Canyon.
Well, then maybe you'll be around for a spell, huh?
Yeah, maybe. Oh, that's great.
Boy, when I take you home, Marian's gonna just naturally fall flat on her face.
How is Marian? Wait till you see her.
Wait till you see my ranch. I've got a spread that'll knock your eyes out.
Where's the next open telegraph station?
There's an operator at Coyote Creek, but we don't stop.
I guess we'll have to. I've gotta wire the sheriff at Medicine Bend.
Yes, sir. Coyote Creek it is.
When's the next train?
Which way? Either way.
There's one due about now, but she don't stop.
She'll stop. Get out your lantern.
Well, get out your lantern!
Get movin'.
Looks like she's stoppin'. Sure enough is.
You and Gabby unhook the engine.
I'll see nobody gets off.
Come on. Let's go.
All right, hogger. Back her up.
I said back her up!
Gabby, stand by to unhook her.
What's the matter, Barton?
Your horses play out on you?
Drop that gun on the seat.
Come on! Get over here.
You hold him.
Smitty.
Smitty, you all right? Get Barton.
The operator... they shot him. Go get Doc!
Don't just stand there! Go get him!
Doc can't do anything. The poor guy's dead.
Hey, Doc! Doc! They got him!
You crazy fool.
Why didn't you call for help?
Always trying to fight the whole world single-handed.
Marian.
Hello, Luke.
Hello, Marian.
The doctor said to keep you warm.
This your place?
Yes. Murray brought you.
Oh.
It's good to have you here, Luke, even if it did take a bullet to bring you.
How bad is it?
You're lucky. By rights, you oughta be dead.
Look. Oh.
Oh, I should have had this in my side pocket.
Remember?
Yes, if it's the one I gave you.
It's the same one, all right.
That was such a long time ago.
Five years is a long time.
Where's Murray? Asleep.
Oh.
You better get some sleep too. It's almost daylight.
The doctor said the only thing to worry about was fever.
You're gonna be just fine.
Good night, Luke.
Good night, Marian.
Marian. Yes?
Nothing.
I just want to say thanks for... everything.
Hi! Marian!
How about that hot water?
Coming.
All right, all right.
One of these days, you'll stop a couple of bullets with your teeth and you'll end up...
I know, I know. I'll end up crow-bait...
with the coyotes chewing the buttons off my pants.
Luke. Such talk. It's not me. It's Murray.
It's all he's been saying that last two days.
Wish you'd think up some other words.
Now, on the level, Smitty.
When are you gonna give up riding herd on a bunch of express-car bandits...
and get something for yourself?
Such as what?
Well, for one thing, you could quit the railroad and throw in with me.
Huh? Sure.
I've got more ranch than one man could ever handle.
You put in with me, you can write your own ticket.
We'll run the Circle "Z" 50-50. What do you say?
Well?
Nice offer, Murray. Just isn't in the cards.
Why not?
Well, I...
The first thing, I've got my job.
Job. You call that thing you've got a job? A railroad cop?
I like the railroad, Murray.
It's in my blood, just like it's in yours.
Aw, you talk to him, will you, Marian? Tell him he's crazy.
I think Luke should decide for himself.
Well, how about it, Smitty?
Sorry. But thanks just the same.
Well, I'm not beggin'.
You must be out of your mind though.
Look out, Murray. You'll cut his throat.
Aw, maybe I should. Let some sense into him.
There.
Now you can pretty him up.
Thanks for the shave.
But the next time, use a pair of pliers. They'll pull out easier.
What are you whacking into this skirt for, honey? I'm shortening it.
You see that, Smitty?
You haven't been here five minutes, and already she's wantin' to show off her legs.
Murray, please!
All set, Murray?
Yeah. I'll be right with you. Hey, where are you going?
Going into town. I'm three days late with my report on that wreck.
Old shiny pants will be bawling like a stuck calf.
Shiny pants? Yeah, the new division superintendent.
George McCloud. You know him?
No. He's a college guy.
Got a little book called How to Run a Railroad.
Bye, honey.
Well, take good care of him, Marian.
Well, what's the trouble, boys? It's that sheepherder Rostro.
He's back up on the north flats again.
Them stinkin' woolly maggots has grazed off better than a half section of good cow feed.
Well, what did you do about it? Nothing.
Nothin'?
You dumb beef-heads! What do you think I'm pa yin' you for?
Go on, get back up there! Take the dogs and run those blasted sheep into the river.
Murray, the north flats don't belong to us. That's government range.
Rostro has as much right to graze there...
Look, you keep out of this, will you?
Trouble with Marian lately... She's been mixing in things that are none of her business!
And I'm gonna break her of it! Go on! Get going!
Don't feel badly, Marian. He didn't mean it.
You know, sheep will make any good cattleman edgy.
Thank you, Joe. Cigars in the back. Thanks, Murray.
Ay
Hi, Murray. Hello, Bob.
Hello, Murray. Hiya, George.
Hi there! Hiya, chief. What's been keeping you?
Hello, Murray. How's Smitty? Doing fine.
Just his arm was nicked. The doc says it was mostly exhaustion.
- Aw, that's great. - Why don't you drive back with me and see for yourself?
- That's a deal. - Is all that equipment back from Frenchman's Flats?
Just checking in now. Good.
Out in the buckboard, fellas, there's a whole mess of cigars.
The crate's a bit mashed, but the smokes are fine. Help yourselves.
Thanks a lot, chief. Thanks, Murray. Thanks.
Don't thank me. Thank the insurance company.
Hey, you better get your report in to McCloud.
He's been yelling his head off.
Let him yell.
- Good morning. - Well, come on in, McCloud.
Save me a trip to your office.
I suppose you want that report.
Yes, as a matter of fact, I was rather expecting it the day before yesterday.
Oh, you did? Well, I've had a sick man on my hands.
Smith. Yes, I know.
Here it is. And it's all there.
Unless you would like it in violet ink.
No, Sinclair. All I'm interested in is its accuracy.
And hereafter, I shall expect these reports immediately you come off a wreck.
Get your hat and coat and let's go.
Rebstock, huh?
Yeah. Four-X. That's his brand.
Hello, Barney. Hi, Whitey.
Well, hello, Murray. If this ain't somethin', huh?
And old Bill Dansing. How are ya, Bill?
Hello, Rebstock.
You remember Whitey Du Sang.
Yeah. I know him.
You goin' to town?
Oh, just shippin' another bunch of cattle.
Say, what's this I hear about Whispering Smith?
- Got himself shot up or somethin', huh? - Yeah.
Pretty bad, huh?
No, no, no. Nothin' at all.
Uh... Oh.
Well, I'll be seein' you.
Say, why don't you take a ride out to Williams Canyon some night for a hand of poker?
Been a long time since me and the boys seen any of that railroad money.
I'll do that, Barney. Well, so long.
- So long, Whitey. - Yeah. Fine.
What's the matter with you, Bill?
I don't like your friends, Murray... Rebstock, Du Sang.
I know that Whitey. He's as cruel as a soft-nosed bullet.
He'd shoot a dying man just to see him squirm.
He's a beauty. Murray raise him?
No. He's a present from Barney Rebstock.
Rebstock? You remember him.
Yeah, I remember him.
Quite a spread Murray has here. He's very proud of it.
I'll bet he is.
Luke. Yes?
It's just a woman's curiosity,
but why haven't you ever married?
Well, I never thought I had enough to offer.
At least to one girl I had in mind.
Then you did have someone in mind.
Yes, I... I had someone in mind, all right.
Was she attractive?
I thought so.
Then you never got around to asking her...
To marry you, I mean.
No, I never did.
Do you think that was fair to the girl?
Maybe she was just waiting for you to ask her.
Why didn't you let her decide, Luke?
Why didn't you?
Well, don't blame the girl too much, Luke.
You can't blame her.
The years pass so quickly.
I know.
Well, there's nothing can be done about it now.
No.
Hiya, Hank! Hello, Smitty!
Am I glad to see you! Hello, Bill. How are you?
Got yourself another touch of lead poisoning, huh?
Sure look good on it though. You certainly do.
How's Emmy? Oh, Emmy's just fine.
Said for me to tell you your old room's all ready and waiting.
Having you two kids together again...
I could spit nickels.
Well, go ahead, Bill. Smitty, here's a present for you.
And always carry it in your shirt pocket.
Oh. Well, thanks, Murray.
Well, look at this.
Ready, boys? Let's go.
Acquaintance be forgot
And never brought to mind
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
In the days of auld lang syne
Met a friend of yours coming out, Smitty. Barney Rebstock.
Barney heard you'd been shot up. He asked after you.
Yeah. Seemed mighty disappointed when he heard you wasn't buried yet.
Was he headed for town? Shippin' a bunch of steers.
I'm gonna drive back to town with you, Bill. What for?
A word with Rebstock.
Why don't you keep your big mouth shut?
Yeah. Why don't I?
Wait a minute, Smitty. What's the rush to see Rebstock?
I want Barton. Are you crazy?
You think he's got Barton in his hat or somethin'? Yeah.
Why?
I got a hunch he's got Barton holed up in Williams Canyon. Come on, Bill.
Now, look, Smitty. Let me handle this, will you?
If your hunch is right, maybe I can persuade Rebstock to turn Barton in.
What are you mixin' in this for?
You're certainly in no shape to.
Any other reason?
I don't want any trouble with Rebstock.
Since when has a man like Rebstock... a thief and a cattle rustler...
Meant anything to you?
Now, look, if @ man's railroading or in the cattle business,
he's gotta be friendly with his neighbors regardless.
All right, Murray. Take it easy. This is my job, remember?
This is what Bucks pays me for.
Bye, Murray. Tell Marian thanks for everything.
Yeah. I sure will.
Well, hello, Smith. Hello there.
Up and around again, huh? I'm certainly happy it's nothing serious.
I'd like a word with you, Rebstock.
Why, it'd be a pleasure, son, a real pleasure, but I'm a little busy right now.
I want the cattle loaded before... All right. When?
Well, how about Pete's right after supper?
I'd esteem it a privilege to buy you a drink. I'll be there.
Fine. Come on.
I don't like it, Smitty. I don't like any part of it.
That Whitey... Did you see his eyes?
They were cuttin' your liver out.
I'm tellin' you, Smitty, you're walkin' right into it.
You, with only one arm. Aw, take it easy, Bill.
Sweet sufferin' Moses, boy. Why don't you get the sheriff?
Mac?
By the time he got on a horse, Barton would die of old age.
Oh, Mr. McCloud.
Mr. McCloud, I'd like you to meet Luke Smith.
So you're the great Smith? I don't know about that.
Glad to hear it was nothing serious. Oh, thanks.
Heard a lot about you, Smith. All to the good, I hope.
Good?
According to President Bucks, you're practically a legend.
He just sent me a wire.
He seemed pretty happy about the way you handled the Barton business.
You can tell him the score on the Bartons is still two down and one to go.
- I certainly will. - Luke!
Luke!
I'll be seeing you.
Well, well. How's my boy?
Hello, Emmy! Oh!
Oh!
Oh, Luke. It seems you're always in trouble.
One of these days, you're gonna... Don't worry about me.
The important thing is, how are you?
Oh, I'm fine, Luke. Just fine!
Still got her looks, huh, Smitty?
Even if she is falling apart. Falling apart?
You with your store teeth and your hair coming out.
Say, Emmy, if you've got a horse, I could eat half of it.
Supper will be right on the table. The sooner, the better.
On account of tonight I gotta see a man... about a dog.
Put him away, Seagrue. Say, I was down to the south meadow.
We'd better get those cattle out of there tomorrow.
Take care of it first thing in the morning.
Well, hi there, honey.
Mmm. Oh, Murray, won't you ever grow up?
If you'll call Luke now, we'll eat.
Luke's gone into town.
What for? He had some crazy idea he could nail Barton.
Barton? Mm-hmm.
Murray, he's in no condition to do that.
That's what I told him, but you know Smitty.
But Barton's dangerous. He's a killer.
Oh, Murray, why did you let him go? Why?
Anybody would think Smitty was still in knee britches.
Well, I wouldn't worry about him if he was all right.
Murray, if anything should happen to him, we'd never forgive ourselves. Never.
All right, honey.
If that's the way you feel about it, I'll drive you into town.
And if you can talk him out of it, I'll buy you a new hat.
Ay
That's my darlin'!
Ay
Howdy, Mr. Rebstock. What'll it be?
Oh, I'll take a little of that special... Barney.
I thought I told you to stay out of town.
So you did.
So I'm in town.
So what about it?
So you'll be picked up. That's what.
Picked up? Ah!
I'm gettin' out of here.
Did you hear him, Whitey? He's getting out of here.
Where did you think you'd be going, son?
There's lots of states in the Union, ain't there?
Son, you can hit the trail from here to China, and, every mile of the way,
Whispering Smith will be breathing down the back of your neck.
Smith? Yes.
The guy that, as long as you live, will be keeping you on the jump,
hiding out in back rooms,
afraid to walk up to a bar and take your liquor like a man.
Yeah. Smith.
Maybe Blake likes to run.
Who's runnin'? You are.
And that's somethin' I've gotta see...
A growed-up man running away from the guy that killed his two brothers.
Why, if you had the guts of a grasshopper, son, you'd call Smith's hand.
You're better off dead than sweating every time a door opens.
And it's gonna open pretty soon now...
because Smith's on his way over here.
Where you going, son? Outside.
Me and Smith are gonna need plenty of elbow room.
Say, Blake. What?
You need any help...
You wait out here. But, Smitty, why don't you listen to reason?
You wanna help me, don't you? You know I do.
Then you stay out here and keep your eyes open.
Hello.
I'll buy a little drink.
Well, well. So here you are.
Sit you down, son. Sit down.
Well, you see, Whitey and me's all ready for you.
There we are.
Now then, son. Just what's on your mind?
Any favor me and Whitey can do for you will be a real pleasure.
Won't it, Whitey?
Rebstock, I'll not waste your time,
and I'll thank you not to waste mine.
You've got Blake Barton. I want him.
Well, that's just fine, son. Just fine and dandy.
And how would you like him wrapped up?
Fancy-like? Pink ribbons? Or just plain?
Don't be a clown, Rebstock.
Ain't you got enough troubles?
Yeah. You want part of 'em?
Keep your hands on that table, or I'll blast you out of the chair.
Now, boys, boys, boys. Listen. Listen, son. You've got me all wrong.
If we had Barton, it'd be a pleasure to turn him in.
I know enough polecats without hiding out one of his stripe.
No, sir. You certainly have got me all wrong.
I'll tell you what I'll do, Rebstock.
I'll give you 48 hours to run Barton out of Williams Canyon.
If you don't, I'm comin" in after him.
And that might not be too good for you.
I'll open for five dollars.
Give me three cards.
Hello, Bill. Hello, Doc.
Smitty, just saw him walking down the track. Looked like Barton.
Don't look.
Get under cover. Smitty.
You heard me. I said get under cover.
Good night, Doc.
Where'd he go?
- Smitty get him? - It was Smitty shootin' him, that he did.
Come on!
Hey! Come on! This way!
Did you get him? You got him!
Good boy, Smitty. Nice going, Mr. Smith.
I heard the shootin'... We know. So you stopped to shine up your badge.
Take over, Sheriff. I certainly will, Mr. Smith.
And don't fall down no gopher holes.
What's the matter, Du Sang?
Are you losing your touch?
Quit worryin', Marian. Quit worryin'.
Did you see them? That's Rebstock and Du Sang.
Aw, stop acting like you were his nurse or something.
Hi there.
Luke!
Luke.
Why, Marian, what's the matter?
Oh, I was so afraid. I was so worried that...
There's nothing to worry about.
I'm all right.
See, I'm all in one piece.
- Hiya, Smitty. - So long, Luke.
Oh, where have you been
Billy Boy, Billy Boy?
Oh, where have you been
Charming Billy?
I have been to seek a wife
She's the darling of my life
She's a young thing
And cannot leave her mother
Emmy, what's the time?
It's an hour past breakfast. That's what time it is.
Stay in bed all day.
Can she bake a cherry pie, Billy Boy, Billy Boy?
Can she bake a cherry pie, Charming Billy?
She can bake a cherry pie
Quick as a cat can wink its eye
She's a young thing
& And cannot leave her mother ;&
Oh, you shouldn't have bothered, Emmy.
I gotta make the most of you while I got you.
Oh, bless you.
Drink your coffee before it gets cold.
Good morning, Doc. Hello, Doc.
How are you, Smitty? Hello, Baggs.
Hey, how's that flipper comin' along? Good as new, thanks.
Fine. Fine. You know, that's four slugs that I've dug out of him.
Sort of saving them up.
Bobby, shake hands with Mr. Smith.
Bobby's my grandson. He's been batchin' with me at the ranch for a spell.
Oh, glad to meet you, Bobby.
Say, are you Whispering Smith? That's what they tell me.
Aw, gee!
This your dog? Yeah. That's Holy Moses.
Mmm. What's he got in his mouth? Huh?
Well!
You oughta take a lesson from your dog, learn to save your money.
Smitty, we've gotta be running along. All right, Doc.
So long, Luke. Bye, Baggs.
Take it easy, boy. Bye, Bobby.
Bye, Mr. Smith.
Come on, Bobby. We'll try again later.
Hiya, boy. Good morning, Bill.
You still thinkin' about leaving town today?
Yeah, I think so.
Oh, Bill. Yeah?
Before I go, there's something I've been meaning to ask you.
What is it?
It isn't easy. It's...
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 want to.
I'm listening.
All right. How much do you figure he makes railroadin'?
I don't know. I never seen his paycheck.
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 you, see?
Whatever Murray's doing or ain't doing,
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.
Yep. Yeah, I guess you're right.
Here. Quit loafing and get to work.
Well, Smitty, if I don't see you...
I'll see you before I leave.
Good-bye, Emmy. Bye.
Well, where do you think you'll go from here?
Utah, Nevada, California.
I let Bucks worry about that.
Oh, Luke, why don't you stay?
You know why I don't wanna stay, Emmy.
Never wanted to come here in the first place.
A wreck.
Baggs, bring the boxcar around.
Anybody hurt?
Oh, Smith. I'm taking a run out to the wreck.
I'd consider it a favor 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!
Well, what's the matter with it?
Check this one, will you, Bill?
How we doing, Seagrue? First-rate.
Here, Seagrue.
Here you go, men. Cigars on the house.
Seagrue. Hey, 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.
Hey, 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. Here. Have some.
It'll make a man out of you.
You realize, of course, that drinking on the job is against the rules.
Sweatin' 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. Try giving him a break.
Maybe he'll learn as he goes along, huh? Yeah.
What's that you're loading?
Oh, just some stuff... 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 haulin' 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 wreckin' crews.
Am I right, boys?
That's one of the things that 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.
You stay out of this, Smith. This is between me and McCloud.
No, Murray, it's between you and the railroad.
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! Sure, I'm stickin' 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're beginning to smell like one.
All right, Seagrue. Let's go. We'll cool off at the ranch with a few drinks.
Hyah! Here we come!
Giddap in there! Come on! Get in there!
Come on. Break it up!
All right, men. Get back to work! Make it fast!
Sinclair's a pretty tough customer.
No, he's not tough. Just hog-headed stubborn. That's all.
Get back to work! 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 in to 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 comin' 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 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.
Oh.
Come on, Bill.
Oh. Emmy!
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 old Smitty, huh, Marian?
Always turning the other cheek. Not always, Murray.
Say, Bill tells me you wired Bucks.
Yes. We should have an answer by now.
You see, honey? There's nothing to worry about, not a thing.
Smitty wired Bucks, and what Smitty says goes. Huh, Smitty?
Hello, Bill. Telegram for Mr. Smith.
Thanks, Mickey. Right.
Thanks, Bill.
I'm...
sorry, Murray.
Looks like Bucks is getting himself quite an education.
Got some pretty fancy words here.
"Appreciate your intervention,"
but am convinced that Sinclair has outlived his usefulness.
"This decision is final."
Well, you didn't do so well, did you, Smitty?
I'm sure Luke did all he could.
Yeah, I'll bet he did.
Murray.
Luke is leaving town tonight.
Oh?
Yeah?
I'm afraid Bucks has made a mistake...
A big mistake.
Luke, that'll be your train.
I'd better be getting on it.
Come on, girls. Let's go see him off.
Good-bye, Emmy. Good-bye, Luke.
Sure felt like comin' home. God bless you.
Come back soon. Promise now. Sure.
All aboard!
Good-bye, Marian. Take care of yourself.
I'm sorry Murray acted the way he did.
You can't blame him.
He's disappointed, and so am I.
Tell him I'll try again when I get to Chicago.
Thanks, Luke.
Please write. Sure, You do the same.
All aboard! So long, Bill.
So long. Take it easy, boy.
Oh, Bill! Yeah?
Take care of Murray for me, will you?
I sure will, Smitty. I sure will.
- Hiya, Murray! - How's my big boy?
If you got the price, we sure got the thirst!
Well, Murray. Come on down here.
Sit down, son.
Waiter, another glass here for Mr. Sinclair.
Well, son, I hear you been havin' your troubles.
As I always say, when a man's having his troubles,
that's when a man needs his friends.
They fired me, Barney.
I guess it's somethin' I haven't got through my head yet.
So they fired ya, huh? Well, well.
You know, from where I sit, it looks as though that McCloud just did you a big favor.
He done me a big favor too.
'Cause it gives me a chance to speak what's been on my mind for a long time.
Listen, son. I'm gettin' old, kind of stiff in the saddle.
I need a partner... a man with some guts under his belt like you.
Come on in with me, Murray. What we've made before will be just nothin'.
We can make ourselves a real killin'.
Well, one thing I'll tell you...
Bucks thinks he can run this division without me.
All right, let him try.
Come on! Get up there!
Ay
What was it this time? Same old thing.
Stock train piled up this side of Smoky Creek.
You look a sight.
I saw you comin' and put the coffee on.
Fine.
I guess bad luck, like they say, comes all in a lump.
This ain't no "bad luck."
Bridges burned, switches left open,
journals sanded, freight lost in shipment,
cattle stolen from right out of the cars.
No. This is something that's all been figured out.
Do we know who's doing it?
Don't ask me that.
Of course we know who's doing it!
And so does everybody from here to Cheyenne!
If he only had the wit to realize it.
The fool!
Guaranteed Cherokee Indian snake oil!
Folks, it'll cure anything that happens to be wrong with you.
I had a woman come to me not long ago.
This woman suffered from insomnia.
I've got a letter from her. I want to read you this letter.
It says here, "Unless you leave town immedia... ".
No, that's not it. That's a personal letter, my friends.
All right, folks. Who's next? I got a letter from this woman...
I'll drop you off here, huh?
I thought you said we were going to spend a quiet evening with Emmy and Bill.
My friends! This genuine Indian snake oil...
Maybe that's what you need, honey... a shot of snake oil.
You sure been looking kind of puny. Have I?
Yeah, kind of mopey,
putterin' around the house like a sick hen.
I'm sorry, Murray. And stop bein' sorry so much.
Every time I open my mouth, you're sorry.
I'm sorry, honey. Now you've got me doin' it.
Hello, Murray. Hi there! How's my big boy?
The wife.
Friends of Rebstock's. Yes. I should imagine.
Well, if it ain't the little lady herself,
slick as a daisy and twice as pretty.
I sure am sorry if the boys have been disturbing your sleep these nights.
I keep tellin' 'em, but sometimes they don't realize they're not at home.
Well, I... Maybe I'll go and get myself a drink.
And, uh, I'll be seeing ya, huh? Yeah.
Why didn't you just spit in his eye and get it over with?
Marian, what's come over you lately?
Nothing. You're not fooling me.
A man knows when he's not wanted,
when he's being treated like he was poison or something.
That's not true, Murray. Yes, it is.
Instead of sulking around like a spoiled kid,
if you've got something against me, why don't you say so?
All right, I'll tell you. I haven't changed, Murray.
You have. Something terrible has happened to you.
I knew before you opened your mouth it would be my fault.
I didn't say it was your fault, not entirely.
It's your friends. My friends?
Suppose you leave them out of it. But I can't, Murray.
Because whatever you're doing...
And I'm sure it's something terribly wrong...
I know these men are the cause of it.
They're wicked men, Murray. I said leave them out of it.
I'll talk to you later.
Oh, Luke.
Now, Marian.
Oh, Luke, I'm such a fool. Please forgive me.
When did you get in? Couple of hours ago.
What brought you back?
Bucks wired me to come. Bucks?
Is it that bad?
I'm afraid the division's had about all it can take.
Murray.
Oh, Luke, please talk to him.
You're his oldest friend. He'll listen to you. He must!
Marian! How's my honey?
Where'd you pop up from? I came in with Murray.
Is Emmy inside? Yeah, go on in.
She'll be glad to see you.
Bill, you doing anything special?
No.
Come on. Let's take a walk.
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Mr. Smith. Hello, Sheriff.
Say, you look a little peaked. Well, if I ain't glad to see you.
Since you've been gone, this dang railroad's been runnin' me ragged.
We sure have. One time, we almost had him on his horse,
only he'd lost his horse.
Now, that ain't kindly, Bill. It ain't for a fact.
Have you seen Murray? Murray?
Yes, he's in Pete's Saloon. I just left him.
Now, Mr. Smith... Thanks.
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- Hello, Smitty. - Hello, Murray.
- So you're back, huh? - Looks that way.
And, boy, it's a sight for sore eyes to see vya. Yes, sir.
- What'll it be, son? - Not a thing, Rebstock.
I'd like to talk to you, Murray.
This Smith, he's gonna start crowding us.
All right. We'll see who can crowd hardest with the most.
Ay
Murray, you've been around the railroad a long time.
You know how powerful they are. You can't buck 'em.
Yeah? Go on.
A lot of things have happened since I've been away.
What's that got to do with me?
I, uh... I just came in from Crawling Stone Flats.
Yeah?
You were there when that last trainload of beef was ditched.
You're crazy. No, Murray.
Sorrel gelding of yours threw a shoe. I picked it up at the wreck.
I also talked to the man who reshod the horse the next day.
Are you figurin' to tie me in to that wreck?
No. It's a little tougher than that.
I'm figurin' on givin' you some advice.
Well... What do you know?
Murray, this town's gone sour on you...
Medicine Bend, the whole territory...
And I don't know how you can sweeten it.
You just got off on the wrong foot with the wrong people.
Wrong people?
So Marian's been or yin' on your shoulder, huh?
Marian has nothing to do with it.
I've had Rebstock taped out for a long while.
He's poisonous... murder.
Yeah, go on. But keep it funny.
All right. You and Rebstock are in this up to your necks.
I could pin it on you from any angle.
You know, Smith,
I was just wondering why I ever thought you were something extra special.
Well, here's my advice, Murray.
Pull out. It's a big country.
Go some place you like. Get a fresh start.
- Pull out? - Yes, pull out. I can cover up for you.
My old pal.
Just full of brotherly love and charity, aren't you?
Why, you're trying to frame me. That's what.
You know better than that, Murray. Sure, you are!
Me out of the way and you have a clear track with Marian.
Slipped a long ways, haven't you?
What's the matter, Smith? Does he make you nervous?
You losin' your touch?
Don't let it worry vya.
That's only the first round.
Oh, hello, Bill. Luke. Hello, Emmy.
Emmy.
It wasn't any use, was it?
No.
I'm gonna leave him, Luke.
Marian, you can't do that.
If you leave him now, he's finished.
What else can I do?
Every night, he's with those unspeakable men...
Here in town, out at the ranch.
They're destroying him, Luke.
Marian, I know how you feel.
Half the time, I feel that way about him myself.
But we can't let him down now.
Right now, he needs you more than he's ever needed anybody in his life.
But what can I do?
Take him away.
Make him sell the ranch, leave here.
I've tried and failed. Now it's up to you.
Is that what you really want me to do?
It's more than that. It's what you must do.
It's his only chance.
Marian! Marian!
Let's finish the game at Murray's.
I say, do you think she's gonna like this?
We'll wait for you, Murray. Okay.
Yes?
Look, honey. Did you really mean...
what you said on the way home tonight,
about us leavin' here?
Yes.
You're sure that's what you want?
It's the only way, Murray.
I'm sure of it.
Well, that's all I want to know.
Where are you going?
I'm gonna ride a ways with Barney.
There's a little deal I've got to clean up with him.
You better get yourself some sleep.
Let's go. Come on.
All right, don't move. Put 'em up!
Second section of Number Three. They jumped her while she was takin' water at Tower "W."
Killed the guard and got away with all the money.
"They"? Who's "they"? We don't know. They were all masked.
How long would it take you to round up a dozen men who can ride and shoot?
Why, uh, you'll have all the men you need in half an hour,
Good. Bill, you get an engine and two stock cars.
Have them spotted at the loading corral. Right away.
McCloud, I want a clear track from here to Tower "W."
Smith, I can ride and I can shoot. I wish you'd let me come along.
I feel partly responsible for this.
Sure, I'd be glad to have you. Thanks.
Got that straight, Sheriff?
We ride straight to Williams Canyon, turn back anybody who tries to get in.
That's right. We'll pick up the trail at Tower "W."
If it's Rebstock's outfit, we should have 'em between us this afternoon.
All right. Good luck, boys. Same to you, Mr. Smith. Come on. Hup!
All set?
They've got a three-hour head start on us. We've gotta travel.
Luke, take care of him, won't you? Bill, I mean.
Sure, I'll keep my eye on him, Emmy.
Look out for yourself too, will you? Yeah.
It's hard to tell, Mr. Smith. It all happened so fast.
How many were there? Not more than six.
Anyone you know? Uh-uh.
Anyone you could identify if you saw 'em again?
No. You see, they all had handkerchiefs over... Wait a minute.
Yeah, one of them had long hair, sort of whitish.
Yeah, I could nail him anyplace.
Du Sang.
Well, thanks, Woody. You've done fine.
Well, that kind of ties things together. Yeah, the Rebstock outfit.
All right, boys. Get goin".
A little fast riding, you can catch up with the sheriff's outfit.
I'll meet you at Williams Canyon. Good luck, Smitty!
So long, boys! Good luck! Good hunting, boys!
Smitty, is Murray in this? I don't know. That's what I gotta find out. Come on.
Hello, Marian. Hello, Luke.
Murray home? No.
Do you know where he is?
He rode out with Rebstock last night.
Where's Karg? He went with him.
And Seagrue? Yes.
Have you any idea where they went?
To Williams Canyon. At least I think so.
You see, last night on the way home,
I talked to Murray just as you asked me to.
I finally persuaded him that we should go away.
Then he got the idea of selling out to Rebstock.
What's the matter, Luke?
Early this morning at Tower "W,".
Rebstock's outfit held up Number Three.
Made off with a lot of money.
The worst of it was they killed a guard.
Do you think Murray had any part in it?
I wish I could say no.
Marian, you'd better go to Emmy's.
There we are. This is your share, Murray.
And this is for your ranch.
There's yours, Whitey. Well, boys, I guess that's it.
What is it, Barney... The thin end?
Barney! Barney!
They're comin', Barney. Who's comin'?
Smith, with a posse! I told you they'd be here, you murderin' half-wit!
Well, it's no use talkin' about that now! Get your rifles, men!
One man behind a rock is worth three in the open. Barney, you're crazy!
I'm gettin' outta here the back way! This is a hangin'!
- I'm with ya, Murray. - Me too.
So you're running, huh? Fine thing.
A man thinks he's got men behind him, but when the chips are down...
Oh, well, never mind me. Come on, boys.
Get on your way. I'll tell you what I'll do.
I'll keep 'em here just as long as I possibly can.
So, good-bye, boys, and good luck!
Barney.
Whitey, what are you doing here?
You'd better get out of here, son. It's you they're comin' after.
Got it fixed up all nice and pretty, ain't ya?
For yourself.
You stay behind and give us a nice head start,
then you meet the posse and throw it all off onto us.
Oh, now, Whitey, son, you know perfectly well that I...
They got Baggs!
Give it the best ya got, Doc.
McCloud, you'd better stay here with him.
All right, boys. Let's go.
Sounds like somebody got behind us.
Keep pressin' 'em, Sheriff. I'm goin' on back. Right. Come on!
Come on, Bill!
One of you boys better help me plug up this hole.
I left a trail a blind man could follow. I'll get it, Murray.
Looks like it went plumb through.
Come on. Let's get out of here! Yeah.
Ho.
What's the matter? Out of range.
Out of range, my eye.
You could've hit him with a beanshooter.
Come on.
All right, Marian. Get your things together. We're gettin' out of here.
What are you waitin' for? You wanted me to sell out and go.
You were at Tower "W."
What do you know about Tower "W"?
Who told you? Come on, who told you?
Was it Smith? Was he here? Yes.
So that's it. You were runnin' out on me.
No, Murray. No, I was only...
Might as well get this through your head, Marian.
You'll never go with Smith or anyone else as long as I'm alive.
Now pick up your stuff.
Don't, Murray! Don't!
If you do, they'll never stop until they hang you.
Then go out there and get rid of 'em. If you don't, I will.
- Why didn't you go to Emmy? - I had some things to do. I had to pack.
Luke!
I suppose Murray hasn't come back yet.
No.
No, not yet.
If he does, tell him it's best he gives himself up.
Well, that's one time you kissed him off fast.
All right. Now get the buckboard, and hurry.
Murray, you must give yourself up.
You can't go on... Yeah, Smitty would like that.
You heard me. Get the buckboard.
Marian.
Luke.
Oh, Luke, why did you come back?
Why? Why?
Murray's in the house, isn't he?
Yes, but he's hurt badly.
You and Bill go get the doc. I'll stay here and see if I can help him.
Oh, Luke, please don't go in there.
Please don't!
He's crazy. He's like a madman.
Get goin', Bill. Get that buckboard out of here fast.
Watch your step, Smitty. Come on, Marian.
Giddap!
Hyah!
Marian!
Marian! Marian!
I'm comin' in, Murray.
Hiya, Smitty.
Hi yourself.
Is it bad?
Yeah. Bad.
Try to take it easy, Murray.
I sent for the doc. You're wastin' his time.
That last one almost cut me in half.
Here, let me... Get your hand away!
I'm sorry.
Forget it.
Well, that's how it goes.
You gotta have the breaks.
You had 'em all, Murray.
I had one anyway.
I had Marian.
That's one break you didn't get.
Get me a drink, would ya? It's on the table.
Sure.
Smitty.
Murray, if there'd been any other way, I'd have played it differently.
You know that, don't you?
The only cards I had were the ones you dealt me.