Hangman, The (1959)

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Hyah! Come on. Hyah!

Hyah!

Hyah!

Whoa.

See you in hell, Hangman!

Come on. Let's go.

- Hi, marshal.
- Mack.

Never through you'd
capture Zimmerman alive.

That's the way you wanted
him, wasn't it?

Yes. I want the man
who k*lled Deputy Davis

to pay for it at
the end of a rope.

I'd hang him myself.
So would you.

I don't do rope tricks.
I just arrest them.

I was afraid he'd
try to sh**t it out.

He did. Not as good as he bragged.
One more to go.

- Butterfield?
- Yeah.

- On my way to Fort Kenton now.
- Now, remember, Mack,

we don't know what
Butterfield looks like.

Make sure you
identify him first.

I'd rather lose him than run
the risk of a false arrest.

I know, Clem.
You taught me that 20 years ago.

Good luck.

Whoa! Ha! Hyah!

Hyah! Come on, you!
Get in there.

Whoa.

Thanks.

Come in.

- Colonel Hammond?
- Yes.

Mackenzie Bovard,
Deputy United States Marshal.

How are you, Mr. Bovard?
What can I do for you?

I'm after John Butterfield,

a trooper who was discharged
from Fort Kenton two years ago.

Your office sent a
deputy here once before

- inquiring about Butterfield.
- Yeah, Virgil Davis.

He still with you?

No, he was k*lled
trying to arrest

another one of the same
g*ng, Zimmerman.

Sorry to hear that. I liked him.

You didn't give him
much information.

It's not our job to
keep track of troopers

after they're discharged.

Colonel Hammond,
two of the four men who pulled that job

have been hanged.
I just brought in Zimmerman.

He's our only witness

against the last man I'm
after, Butterfield.

Can you tell me
what he looks like?

Tall, 6-footer,
regular features,

fair hair,
at age 27 when he left here.

- Any scars or marks?
- Nope.

What did he do
before he enlisted?

Teamster. That's what
made him a good trooper.

A real fine fellow.

Gentle with horses and
gentle with people.

As a matter of fact,
nobody around here believed

that he was part of that holdup.

I'm sorry I can't
help you any more

- than I could the other deputy.
- Well, you can.

I want one of your men to
come along and identify him.

You know where he is?

I'm reasonably sure he's two
days away by stage. North Creek.

I'd like to cooperate,

but I couldn't detach a
man for non-military duty

without written permission
from the adjutant general.

- How long would that take?
- Two or three weeks.

No good. I've gotta get him
right away or Zimmerman hangs

and there goes our only witness.

Sir.

Sorry. Can't break regulations.

Even if I did, I don't think
you'd find a man to volunteer.

They all like Butterfield.

Every man has a price.

Wells Fargo will pay
a reward of $500.

I've had men give information
on a friend for less than that.

Sorry, Bovard.
I must stick to regulations.

Company. Ten-hut.

I couldn't help overhearing
your conversation.

And the mention of the $500

seemed to come out
louder than the rest.

- You interested in it?
- In a manner of speaking.

But you heard the colonel,
it's against regulations.

Why are you wasting my time?

There's one person who
you might be able to get

and no permission required.

- He's my man.
- A woman.

- A woman?
- Selah Jennison.

She'd know Butterfield?

Know him?
Oh, she could spot him a mile away.

He was chums with her husband.

She'd hardly been
married a month

when Jennison was k*lled.
Skirmish with the Indians.

How come she stayed on?

No money, no place to go.

Oh, if you could
give her the $500,

you'd be saving her life.

I'm here on business,
not charity.

Was there anything between
her and Butterfield?

Maybe she fell for him,
but his time was up

and he cleared out,
married another girl.

- Where would I find her?
- At the post laundry.

Down there.
Down beyond the corral.

Just follow your nose
and you'll find it

by the smell of it.

- Get out of my way.
- Get away from my--

Ah, shut up!

- Hey, what's going on here?
- Stop it.

Excuse me. Where can I find Mrs.
Jennison?

I'm Mrs. Jennison.

I'd like to talk to you.

I'm listening.

Is there some place we can
talk away from all this?

About what?

A personal matter.
I just came from the colonel.

- He sent you here?
- In a way.

You know a man
named Butterfield?

- Johnny?
- Yes.

Come on.

How long have you
lived like this?

What is it you want?
What about Butterfield?

I have a warrant for his arrest.

He was connected
with the Wells Fargo

stage holdup two years ago.

I'd like you to go
along and point him out.

You'll be paid $500.

Who are you?

Deputy United States Marshal.

Johnny Butterfield
had nothing to do

- with any robbery.
- Why are you so sure?

Because I know him. That's why.

Yeah, so I've heard.

He married another girl, didn't he, Mrs.
Jennison?

I don't see how that
can matter to you.

It shouldn't matter to you.

He went away and left
you here in all this.

I know women,

know how you must feel
about him deep down.

How old are you?

Twenty-four.

You look closer to 30.

Thanks.

A few more years in that wash
shed, you'll look 40

unless you give up
and land in a crib.

Don't tell me you
haven't considered it.

Anything would be better than
that steamy hell, wouldn't it?

I'm offering you
an easy $500 cash.

In gold, if you like.

All you have to do is
identify a proven criminal.

Get someone else to
do your dirty work.

The outlaws do the dirty work.
We just clean it up.

Butterfield was part of a holdup

that cost the lives
of innocent men.

I don't believe it.

Leave that to the laws, I do.
Let a jury decide.

Five hundred dollars
is a lot of money.

You think everyone
can be bought?

Yes. I'm not a sentimentalist.
I've seen too much of life.

There's a stage
ticket to North Creek.

It's better that we
don't travel together.

I'll take the next stage,
you take the one that follows.

It's a two-day drive.

When you get there,
just go to the hotel.

Leave your name.
I'll have a room for you.

I'm not going.

Oh, you will. I know you.

I know myself. We're all alike.

We do what we have to do
because we want to stay alive.

Decently alive.

You'll think a long time
before you turn down

that reward money.
There's your ticket.

I'll be waiting for you, Mrs.
Jennison.

Whoo! Hyah! Ha! Giddyap!

Whoa.

The first one.

Thanks.

Oh, Mr. Bovard.

Would you help me, please?

I'm simply exhausted.

Thank you so much.
Would you mind awfully getting my bag--?

I'll get the clerk to
fetch your luggage, ma'am.

Mr. Bovard!

Howdy.

- Howdy. You got two rooms?
- Oh, yes, sir.

Are you with the lady out there?

I am not.

There will be a Mrs.
Jennison arriving tomorrow.

I'll register for her.
My name is Bovard.

These are at the end of the hall.
Best rooms.

Well, hold that for Mrs.
Jennison.

Charge both rooms to me.

Mr. Bovard? Yoo-hoo.

The lady would like a
hand with her luggage.

Wait here, Mr. Bovard,
and I'll show you to your room.

I'll find it.

I'll help you, ma'am.

Hyah!

Careful with the stairs.

Well, Mr. Bovard.

I see we're neighbors.

Ha-ha. Really? Very nice.

I think you'll find
this a very fine room.

Ma'am?

Oh, good morning.

What time is the stage
from Fort Kenton?

In a couple of hours.

Thank you.

Giddyap,
giddyap Roll on the wagon

Giddyap,
giddyap Roll on the wagon

Giddyap,
giddyap Roll on the wagon

I've got A little country to see

Then hey, ho, hey, ho

My gal will have to wait

Giddyap,
giddyap Roll on the wagon

Giddyap,
giddyap Roll on the wagon

Giddyap,
giddyap Roll on the wagon

My gal will have to wait

Hey, ho, hey, ho

You the sheriff?

That's right. Name's Weston.

I'd been a deputy
till last week.

Blame idiot got married
and quit me cold.

He said his wearing a badge
made his wife nervous.

I've got to do all
my own paperwork.

- That'll identify me.
- United States Marshal?

Deputy, under Cummings.
My name's Bovard.

- Mackenzie Bovard?
- That's right.

Sure pleasure to meet
you, Mr. Bovard.

I've heard a lot about you.
What brings you this way?

- I wanna borrow your jail.
- Where's your prisoner?

Haven't arrested him yet.
Wouldn't know him if I saw him.

All I know is he's in this town.

Who you after?

A man named John Butterfield.

Butterfield?
Nobody by that name around here.

He won't be using that name.

- What's the charge?
- Armed robbery. m*rder.

Mixed up in the
Wells Fargo holdup.

You've got no idea
what he looks like?

All I know is he's tall,
fair-haired, under 30.

Used to be a soldier
over at Fort Kenton.

That could be a lot of men.
How are you going to find him?

I've got an old friend
of his coming in

on the next stage
from Fort Kenton.

- Informer, huh?
- Yeah.

Meanwhile, I'd just assume

nobody knows who I am
or what I'm here for.

Won't come from me.
Shouldn't have no trouble.

You had me fooled
when you walked in.

Figured you for a
rancher, maybe a lawyer.

That's not a bad guess.
I studied law once.

- Even hung up my shingle.
- What made you quit?

A long time ago,
by a fluke I had to put on a badge

and I found out I
couldn't take it off.

Always more rats to run down.

Human race is full of them.

You finally get so you
don't trust anybody.

This is my last job, sheriff.

When this one's
finished, I'm gonna see

if I can't find what
I've missed in life.

- You can't quit.
- No? Why not?

Well, it ain't only a
badge you're carrying.

It's your reputation.

You're known as the toughest
lawman in the territory.

Wherever you go,
they'd force a badge on you,

and you couldn't refuse.

To get away from a
reputation like you've got,

you'd have to go
clean to California.

That's just where I'm going.

You know S.G.A. Hodges?

Sam? Sure. Runs a bank here.

These showed up
across his counter.

Find out if he knows
who passed them.

Don't mention my name.
Just say that Marshal Cummings

sent them to you to check out.

Okay, Mr. Bovard.

I think I'll take a look around.

Ain't much to see.
Quiet little town.

A lot of teamsters
work around here?

It's the biggest freight
outfit in the territory.

All goods all over.

You know the teamsters?

Yeah. All good men.

Herb Loftus only hires the best.

Know one about your
age with light hair?

Lots of men got light
hair, Mr. Bovard.

Take that teamster over there.
Big Murph.

Hyah!

Tsk. Come on.

His beard looks black, don't it?

Nobody around here
knows what color of hair

he was born with because he
brags he never took a bath.

I'll wait for you at the hotel.

After you're through,
we'll have a bite to eat.

You eat too fast.

Relax and enjoy it,
that's what I say.

You eat here yourself?

The food could be better,

but I'll look after
you, Mr. Bovard.

See you get the choice.

What kind of meat
would you like?

Uh, beef steak.

I'll pick you the best.

- Well--
- Well, I made it after all.

All deposited with storekeepers.

You check with the stores?

That's what took me so long.

They don't recollect
too passable.

These tied with that
Wells Fargo job?

That's right.

That don't matter, does it?

You've got yourself a trooper
who will point out your man.

What kind of fellow
is this trooper?

Oh, young, well-built,
not bad looking.

You say he's a friend
of Butterfield's?

Yeah.

- You're wrong.
- You'll see.

I mean, he can't be no friend.

Why do you say that?

No man is gonna help
hang his friend.

What if you were drowning,
going down for the last time?

Someone will throw you a
rope, save your life.

All you have to do
is point out a man.

What would you do?

If it was you throwing the
rope, I might just drown.

You lack imagination.
You never needed a rope.

You've never even
gotten your feet wet.

Money talks.

You ever know anyone, Weston,
who didn't have a price?

I think so. Yeah.

They just weren't
offered enough.

Everyone has a price.

Don't count out you and me.

I don't know about you, Bovard,

but I do know about me.

We've just never needed money that
bad, and we're lucky.

Do you mind, Mr. Bovard?

Uh, no, no, no. Please.

- Thank you so much.
- You will excuse us.

We have to meet the stagecoach.

Have you got any bourbon?

Whoa!

Hi, Sheriff.

- Howdy, Buck.
- Howdy, Ben.

How are you, Miss Williams?

Oh, just fine, Buck.

Might tired, is all.

Thank you, Bill.

Oh.

Giddyap.

Well, Mr. Bovard,
where's your trooper?

Missed the stage, that's all.

Or couldn't be bought.

If you need me,
I'll be in my office.

Uh, Mr. Bovard.

Uh, that lady, Mrs. Hopkins,

uh, she don't like her
room and she's been asking

about that end room
across from yours.

- Tell her it's reserved.
- Uh, but, Mr. Bovard,

you've already
been here two days,

and if your friend
doesn't come--

I'm paying for that room.
Hold it.

Yes, sir.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

- Here, Johnny!
- Hey, Al!

Hey, back already,
Johnny, my amigo.

Hola, Johnny.

Work very soon,
my amigo Juanito.

Gotta pick up another load.

Yeah.

Better water these
horses, Pedro.

You bet. How is that
beautiful missus of yours?

Beautiful.

How far have I got to go this time?
Let me see.

Load me up as soon as you
can, will you, Bill?

Can I help you, mister?

I was just admiring
this team of horses.

Ha-ha, well,
there are no better horses

than these ones, señor.

Who was the man who
just drove them in?

Who else? The best driver
in all this territorio.

Johnny Bishop. I see.

Get along,
get along Roll on the wagon

Get along,
get along Roll on the wagon

Uh, where's the trade office?

Right in here.
Anybody you wanna see in particular?

Right, boss.
That last tally checks.

Some bucko wants
to see you here.

- Mr. Michaels?
- Loftus.

- What can I do for you?
- Could you spare me a minute?

Take a chair.

A friend back home asked
me to give a message

to a man who works for you.
At least I think he does.

Works for us? What's the name?

Uh, let's see, uh...

Funny, I forget it.
Well, it doesn't matter

because it's written
on the envelope.

Shouldn't forget it.
He described him to me.

Tall, fair-haired, young fellow.

Good teamster.

- Lots of friends.
- Johnny Bishop?

He used to be a trooper.

Yeah, here it is. Butterfield.
John Butterfield.

No. Nobody by that
name ever worked here.

You sure he wasn't working
for you this spring?

Not this spring or last
spring or any other spring.

I guess I ought to
know who works for me.

Al, you remember a
man named Butterfield?

- John Butterfield.
- I don't know, Herb.

They come and go.
I can't remember their names.

That's right, they come and go.

Some of them ain't much
good, either.

How long has Bishop
worked for you?

Oh, a couple of years. Why?

Well, I just thought...

No, there must be some mistake.

The message wasn't
important anyway.

Much obliged to you.

Where you been?
Throwing ropes to people in deep water?

I just picked up a rope.
One end of it.

What do you know about a
teamster named Johnny Bishop?

- Nothing wrong with Johnny.
- He your friend?

Ain't got an enemy I know of.

That's the way they talked
about Butterfield at Kenton.

Don't get no wrong ideas about Johnny.
He's okay.

Married to one of the
nicest girls in town.

- Yeah?
- Gonna have a baby before long.

That's too bad. I got a hunch
he's the man I'm looking for.

Johnny? You're on the wrong
track, Bovard.

You arrest him, and you're in
trouble with the whole town.

No worry, Weston.
I'm not gonna take a chance

on a false arrest.

I'll make sure first.

Hey.

Hey, Joe.

You ever have any
business of your own?

Right now I ought to be
out on the reservation

picking up another hauler

that's been selling
whiskey to the Indians.

Not doing it because I've gotta
help you find that trooper.

You see,
I can spot one a mile off.

- They all got bow legs.
- Even money this one hasn't.

- Wanna bet?
- Nope.

I just wanna get this
job over and done with.

We'll make sure
he's on this stage.

He's gotta be.

Whoa!

Howdy, Jim.

Hi, sheriff.

- Ma'am.
- Hi, Buck.

Nice to be back.

Giddyap!

Looks like you need somebody
to throw you a rope.

Still say everybody's
got a price?

Well, I guess there's an
exception to every rule.

- What are you gonna do now?
- I don't know.

I thought you was a
man who never gives up.

They call you the Hangman?

Outlaws do, not my friends.
I don't like it.

- Sorry.
- I'll tell you why I'm licked.

One more week, the only witness

who can tie Butterfield
to that holdup

will stretch a rope.

Funny. I'd bet my bottom
dollar I've seen my man,

but I've got no way to prove it.

- If you think it's Johnny--
- Ah, never mind.

What beats me is you're
not even sore about it.

I ought to be.

You sure got a dang
poor opinion of people.

If I had taken
everyone at their word,

I'd have been a
dead man long ago.

So you're a style of man
that is hasty in his words.

There's more hope of
a fool than of him.

Where do you preach on Sundays?

Come on, I'll show you.

Deacon Weston.

Human race with hearts of gold.

Howdy, men.

- Two beers.
- Sit down.

Al.

- Howdy, sheriff.
- Hi, Buck.

Johnny,
what are you doing in this hole?

Trimming these two suckers here.

I clipped him for 30 cents
already, Buck.

Oh, this is Mr. Bovard.
Johnny Bishop.

Howdy.

Al Cruse.

Hi.

Pedro Alonso.

Better not let Kitty catch
you losing all your money.

Heh-heh. How many?

Two.

How many, Al?

That's the man who
was asking about you.

Two.

Sure got off on the
wrong foot about Johnny.

- What are his initials?
- J.B.?

- John Butterfield.
- Listen, Mack.

Everybody in town knows
Johnny and they all like him.

How'd Bishop make
so many friends?

Johnny's a good man.

Helps everybody.

If anybody's in trouble,
they just go to him.

He's got you hooked
too, my friend.

Now I know why
you've been trying

to throw me off the
track since I got here.

Me? I wouldn't do no such thing.

I'd go to the limit to help you.

Now, don't load it on
with a pitchfork, Buck.

It pains me.
Coming from a sheriff.

Listen, Mack.

Never mind.
It doesn't matter now.

I'm going back to Fort Kenton.

What in Sam Hill for?

Gonna do a fool thing.

Gonna pay off the person
who turned me down

out of my own pocket.

Can you beat that?

I don't get you.

I had gotten to think
there was no such thing

as a decent person.

Deep down, I wanted to be wrong.

Looks like I was wrong.
Makes me feel good.

I take my hat off to you.

To the little trooper who
wouldn't betray a friend.

You catching the same stage as
us, mister?

Going the other direction.
Haven't even checked out yet.

Here it is, Homer.

Whoa!

- Here you are, lady.
- Thank you.

Harder! Giddyap!

Can I help you, ma'am?

Yes. I'm Mrs. Jennison.

Oh yes, ma'am. Here's your key.

I'll take it.
I'll show you the way.

But...

Thanks for the beating.

Two days of eating dust.

- It's a change, anyway.
- Yeah.

An earache's a change
from a toothache.

Sit down.
Not on the bed, though.

I want the softest thing in
this room after that ride.

What are you looking
at me that way for?

Never mind.

What took you so long?

I had to get up my courage.

I had to find out who I am.

I don't care who you are.

I wanna know who Butterfield is.

What's changed you?
I thought you'd be glad to see me.

Changed me? Nothing.
I've just come to my senses.

I was actually going
back to Fort Kenton

to throw you a rope.

- I don't understand.
- No. You wouldn't.

I've got him located.
He's got a freighter's job.

Everybody in this town's a liar.

Even the man he works for.
Loftus.

And the sheriff.
A man who wears a badge.

He's been pulling the wool over
my eyes ever since I got here.

You've already cost
me another day,

and now I can't do anything

until he gets off work tomorrow.

Well, thanks for that.
I need a rest.

I feel like I've been
kicked around for two days.

You've been kicked around
a lot longer than that.

A ride on a stagecoach
ought to be a holiday

after that place I found you in.

You're cruel.

No, I'm not cruel.
The choice was.

You wanted to get out
of the post laundry.

This money will get you out.

And you won't let me forget
it, will you?

Stay here until I call for you.

I'll pick you up
tomorrow afternoon.

All you have to do
is identify him.

I might.

Selah?

Selah.

I'm in here.

What are you doing in there?

What do you think
I'm doing in here?

You sure picked a
fine time to do it.

I told you to be ready.

I'm sorry.
I didn't realize how late it was.

Oh, come on, come on.
Quit the stalling.

I was exhausted.

I must have slept the clock round.
I'm sorry.

Why don't you wait outside?

Why don't you get dressed?

What do you think I'm doing?

Don't take all day.

All right, all right.
Don't rush me.

I wish you could have gotten
someone else to identify him.

Someone who's
soldiered with him.

Maybe I can.

Wells Fargo doesn't care
who gets the reward.

And if I do,
what does it make me?

Richer.

That makes me feel real good.

Would you throw me my
stockings, please?

They're on the bed.

Here.

All right, hurry up.

When I knew Johnny, he was nice.

Nice or not,
he was part of a holdup.

- Yeah. So you say.
- So I say.

You don't have to believe it,

just point him out
and let the jury say.

I've got a hole in my stocking.

It doesn't matter. Get them on.

If I carry out my
end of the bargain,

does he have to see me?

Would you know him
across the street?

Anywhere.

The freight yard's
opposite the hotel.

I'll hang around the gate
like I'm waiting for someone.

As the men start out,
I'll be watching you.

If you see him, just drop your
handkerchief and walk away.

- I'll do the rest.
- All right.

What's the matter now?

- Nothing.
- He won't even have to know

you're the one who
identified him.

Sure.

I just drop my handkerchief.

Right.

See, didn't I tell you?

What in Sam Hill
are you doing here?

This ain't your room.

It's her room,
but he's paying for it.

Now, wait a minute.
Hold on, ma'am.

I know Mr. Bovard.
I'll vouch for him.

I just didn't know he
brought along his wife.

Her name is Jennison.
She's not his wife.

Will you get out of here?

And you finish dressing.

Mr. Bovard.

Now, ma'am,
you just go right on down...

How can you let
him do this thing?

Just go right-- Thank you.

Sorry, Mack.
Got old nosybody all steamed up.

Said she'd go to the mayor
if I didn't investigate.

Didn't guess it was you.

Yeah, big help trying to
make out I've got a wife.

Well, how'd I know?

Nice looking gal.
Where'd you pick her up?

You're always wrong.
Not this time.

You had me fooled last night.

I thought you were a
lone lawman like me.

Who is she? Where is she from?

- Fort Kenton.
- You mean she's--?

My trooper, yeah.

Well, she ain't no trooper.

You said it. I didn't.

Then she's doing it for money?

I was a sucker to figure

I'd ever run across
one who wouldn't.

Hyah! Come on!

There he is now,
just driving in the yard.

Who?

The man you call Bishop.

You better be mighty sure

before you lock
anybody in my jail.

I'm ready.

All right, let's go.

Over by that empty store.
Remember what I told you.

Yes. I drop the handkerchief.

- Come on, Weston.
- I don't like it.

Keep your eye on that gate.

Women. You were right.

Some of them will do
anything for money.

You're learning.

She'll skin you too.

She will point
out the wrong man,

take your money and
leave you in a jam.

You worry too much about me.

You make that jingle, Bob Hill.
I want a lot of noise.

You gave me a crippled horse.

Wait. No, Murph.

Hey, Murphy!

He wasn't crippled when I--

Better call the boss.

No, Murph.

Hold it, Johnny. He'll k*ll you.

What got into him? Hey!
Why don't you try me for size?

I loves a fight!

Come on, hit him!

Leave me alone.

Get him, Johnny.

Murph, what are you doing?

What are you doing?

That's it. Punch away, Johnny.

Get him, Johnny.
Murph is no good for nada.

That's the way, Johnny.

He got what's coming to him.

Don't you ever touch
that kid again.

Johnny-boy, he looks too pretty.

Let's wake him up.

Come on, sweetheart.

Here.

Come on, baby doll.

Good. Right over here.

Time for your bath.

I'll get even with you for this.

Ah, you lard-licking jackass,
what'd you hit Pedro for?

He gave me a crippled horse.

It was all right
when I harnessed him.

You can't handle horses, Murph?
Why don't you quit?

- Why, you--
- Hold it.

Hey, Johnny.
This is the first bath

Murph has had
since the big rain.

You all right?

I'm all right, Johnny.
I'm all right.

Johnny, you better carry a rock
in your pocket from now on.

- You forget about it. See you later, Al.
- Right.

What's for tomorrow?

Gracias, Juanito.

Here he comes.

- Night.
- Good night.

See you tomorrow.

So long.

Howdy, Buck.

Johnny.

Good night.

So long.

- Didn't recognize him?
- No.

- Too far away?
- No. It's not him.

You're very sure this Johnny
Bishop isn't Butterfield?

Butterfield's smaller and heavier.
That's not him.

You know you're lying.
That's Butterfield.

- You think everyone lies.
- He does, for a fact, ma'am.

If you want the wrong man,
all right, go arrest him.

But it's not Butterfield.

Are you gonna introduce me--?

Shut up, Weston.

Come on, admit it. You lied.

Would I lie myself out of $500?

What do I do now?
Go back to the post laundry?

Oh, no. Not yet.
Tomorrow we change places.

I'll be here,
you'll be over by the gate.

If he speaks to you
or recognizes you

in any way, I'll know you lied.

Don't you believe nobody?

Well, you can't object

when you're so sure he's
not the man you know.

- Can you?
- No.

There's no sense arguing
out here on the street.

Since Mack won't introduce me,
I'm Buck Weston. Sheriff here.

- Pleased to know you, Selah.
- Pleased to know you.

How about I walk you
back to the hotel?

Of course she's got
hardly anything to put on

except that dreadful dress.

Pay no mind to
them old cats, Selah.

She's just trying
to make small of you

because you're young and
pretty and she ain't.

And maybe she's jealous of you

because I think she's
stuck on Bovard.

Every woman in town
has been eying him.

How about you, Molly?

I think he's nice. Very nice.

I've saved you a prime
rib, Mr. Bovard.

Thanks,
but I think I'll eat in my room.

What's the matter
with Mr. Bovard?

He's kind of sensitive,
I guess, Molly.

Well, that's a shame.

What's the matter?

I'm just thinking.

What if that man
does talk to me?

Johnny Bishop?

Men you don't even know
do things like that.

Not Johnny. He ain't that kind.

I don't wanna get
anyone in trouble.

I didn't want this job,

but at the time,
it just seemed the only way

to get out of the
drudgery of the laundry.

I didn't know how much
more I could take of it.

Don't you worry none, Selah.
Ain't your fault

if Bovard keeps on making
a fool out of himself.

You just go right along with it.

Thank you, Mr. Weston.

Excuse me, ma'am.

My friends call me Buck.

Thank you, Buck.

You just go on and eat your soup

before it gets cold.

I, uh...

I saw the light under your door.

I've been thinking.

About what?

You don't owe me anything yet.

Buy yourself some clothes.

Ashamed to be seen with me?

Oh. Nosy woman down the hall.

Chased you out of the
dining room, didn't she?

Sorry you're ashamed to be seen with
me, Mr. Bovard.

Ah, you'd make them all sit up

and take notice around here if
you had some decent clothes.

Get them.

My old lady told me

if I didn't get
home early tonight,

she was gonna become a widow.

I better get home

because I know exactly how
tough my old lady can be.

She'll take the side
of my head and split--

- Where's Mr. Bishop?
- Johnny?

- Is he here?
- No, ma'am.

You're his friend, aren't you?

Yes, ma'am.

Please give this to him.

- You know Johnny?
- Yes, he knows me.

Selah Jennison.

- You in trouble, ma'am?
- No, but he is.

I'm here with a deputy marshal
who's trying to arrest Johnny.

This note will
explain everything.

Please get it to him.

You run along, ma'am.
We'll take care of things.

All right. Thank you.

Bovard. That's the custard who
was with Buck Weston today.

Heh. I don't even believe
he's a deputy marshal.

Yeah, I reckon he is.

We took care of Big Murph.

Maybe we ought to take
care of Mr. Bovard.

You know, I never like
to put a g*n on a man

if I could help it.

But that doesn't
mean I can't do it.

Come on.
We better get this to Johnny.

Come on, come on, come on.

Selah Jennison? Who's she?

She's an old friend of
mine, Kitty.

Why don't you light out of here
and get that jump on Bovard?

I've got the jump
on him with this.

He doesn't know me from Adam,
and Selah won't tell him.

What can he do? He's up a tree.

You'll be up a tree if
you don't leave town.

What does it say, Johnny?

Here. You can read it, honey.

That Bovard is a smart one,

but he's going to get
the surprise of his life

when I walk past
Selah like I'm blind.

Johnny.

Hey, hey, watch it, kid.

You know,
I'd like to see that baby sometime.

Thanks, Al.

Please, honey.
Please, don't worry.

We've got to get out, Johnny.

Get out while
there's still time.

Johnny.

Kitty, you're gonna have a baby.

I can hear his heart beat.

Oh, Johnny.

You'll break my heart if
anything happens to you.

Please.

Please, let's get out
while there's still time.

I'm through running, Kitty.

I'll take what they give
me and start over again,

but I'm not running anymore.

Good thing I happened along.

Thank you.

- Where's Mr. Bovard?
- I don't know.

Borrowed my horse and lit out.

Said he wanted to
keep an eye on Johnny.

Did you ever hear
anything so crazy?

You know Johnny's got
nothing to run from.

Here, let me have
the rest of those.

Hey. There's Johnny now.

Hey, one of you guys
finish the load.

- Hi, Al.
- Hey, Johnny.

This man, the marshal,

he was looking for you
early this morning.

Yeah?

Why don't you ask Loftus
for the reservation run?

It's two days out,
it's one day back.

You'll get out of
town for a while.

Thanks, Al. I'm not leaving.

- Where's Selah?
- In her room.

Butterfield--
Bishop just drove in.

We've gotta get set.

If you hadn't rolled out of here

like a bat out of Beelzebub,

I could have told you why
he drove out so early.

Had a hurry-up order
for a load of freight.

Wait here.

Excuse me.

Selah.

Yes, Mr. Bovard?

Come on.

I'll be darned. Selah.

Well, at least you recognize
me, Buck.

We've gotta hurry,

he'll be coming out of
that yard any minute now.

You know what to do.

Just walk up and down
in front of the gate.

Say, look at that.

Wow, man.

- Hey, look.
- Something real nice, huh?

Oh, boy, you see what I see?

Hey, what's that?

Yippee!

Like they've never
seen a woman before.

They ain't. Not that cute.

Hey. Wow, man.

Hey, what's that?

Look out.

Come on you. Come on.

Where'd she come from?

Who is she?

Look at that.

All right, muchachos.

Anything else, Juanito?

No. I've gotta get home.
Good night, Al.

- I'll see you later.
- Buenas noches, Juanito.

Didn't even look at her.

- Why didn't he?
- Didn't know her.

That didn't keep every other man

from breaking his
neck to look at her.

They were looking at
me as if I was a freak.

I didn't mean to embarrass you.

- Hi, sheriff.
- Murph.

You go on ahead.
I've got an idea.

Are you through with me?
Am I finished?

No, no. Not yet.
Wait for me in your room.

Mighty nice man.

Peculiar.

Don't know what he's up to.

Whatever it is, I don't like it.

Walk you back to the hotel?

Thank you, Buck.
You're very kind.

It ain't nothing.

Leaving so soon?

Yes, indeed. I'm going back East

where matured charm and
virtue are appreciated.

Have one with me?

Don't mind if I do.

Whiskey.

- Your name's Murphy, isn't it?
- Yeah.

You had a fight
yesterday with a man

they call Johnny Bishop.

What about it?

You're making some
funny friends.

If it's Big Murph you're
after, I'll go along with it.

You'd like to help me make
a false arrest, wouldn't you?

You don't need any help
the way you're going.

I've just been hunting with
the wrong bird dog, that's all.

Find myself a new pointer,
if I can make a deal.

- Where's Selah?
- She took a walk.

- Where?
- To the end of town.

Guess she got tired
of being cooped up,

wanted a little fresh air.

Johnny live in that direction?

That's right.

Wait a minute!

Hey! I'm here!

Looking for me?

Yeah.

I'll be out in a minute.

Didn't I tell you to
stay in your room?

Am I a prisoner?

You trying to arrest me too?

What for? You feel guilty?

Yes. About everything I've
been doing since I met you.

What are you following me for?

You think I'm
trying to run away?

Not with your clothes off.

Besides, a girl who can't
see any better than you do

- might get lost.
- Oh, that's a joke?

Mine isn't a joking business.

Didn't happen to locate
an old friend of yours

on the way out of town, did you?

I have no old friends here.

Why are you so suspicious?

Because everybody's
trying to head me off.

They've been throwing
dust in my eyes

ever since I hit town.
Including you.

Me? Haven't I done
everything you asked?

Maybe more.

Even if you think I lied,
he'd have recognized me.

Yeah, he was warned.

Not by you, by someone else.
Maybe Weston.

You know he wouldn't
have done it.

Doesn't matter. I'll find him.

You decent?

Not quite.

I owe you an apology.

What?

I've been rough with you.
I'm sorry.

I was so sure you couldn't
turn down that money.

But after waiting for
you three or four days,

I decided maybe you
couldn't be bought.

Began to feel good just
to find out I was wrong.

Then you showed up.

I saw what a sap I had been.
Took it out on you.

You follow me?

Not quite.

I figured you wouldn't.

Tell me, how did a girl like you

ever land in that dump
where I first found you?

Oh, I know you married a soldier

who was lost in action,
but what happened?

Didn't they give
you any pension?

No, they didn't
give me any pension.

We had a fine funeral.

Military honors,
but that didn't pay our debts.

They even moved me
out of my quarters.

The colonel was very sorry,
but what could he do?

So I asked permission
to work in the laundry.

Permission granted.

But you had a friend.
John Butterfield.

Yeah.

Without Johnny, I don't know
what I would have done.

If any trooper looked
cross-eyed at me,

he had to settle with Johnny.

He was wonderful to me.

What happened when he left?

I was alone again.

Must be what hell's like.

To be alone, no one to talk to.

No hope.

No way out.

Not till you came along.

Now I know there's
another kind of hell.

I've got a job to do.
It has to be finished.

But I'll work it out so
that it won't hurt you.

You sound different.

We better get back to town.

Have a nice walk?

No. Had a nice swim.

In the pond? My gosh.

Going my way, Bovard?

I'll see you at the saloon.

You're loco if you
believe that big lunk.

I don't believe in anybody.

Every time I do,
I get it in the back or the neck

or play myself for a sucker.

I'll see you later.

You think that
man will help him?

He might lie his head off
to get even with Johnny.

What if he arrests Mr. Bishop?

You step in and prove
it's a false arrest.

Then Johnny can sue,

Bovard might even get
his tin badge took away.

How can I feel sorry for him

when he outright accused
me of warning Johnny?

You think I'd warn
anybody the law's after?

Of course not.

- What's in it for me?
- Money.

- How much?
- Half of $500.

But you've gotta be sure.

Look, if I say he's your
man, he's your man.

A soldier from Fort
Kenton come through here

a couple of months ago
with a surveying party.

He saw him driving
his freight team.

He said he was in
the Army with him.

- How will you find out?
- Easy, like I told you.

I'm half sure already.

All you've gotta do, Bovard,

is make sure no one knows
I'm the one who told you.

How soon can you let
me know if you're sure?

Tomorrow morning.
I'll go to work early.

Be the first one out.
You'll be there.

If I give you the high sign,

then you'll know
Johnny's your man.

That way I'll be out of it, see?

Then all you've gotta do
is move in and grab him.

You can pay me
the money later, okay?

- Okay.
- What's your hurry?

Bottle ain't empty yet.

Help yourself. It's paid for.

It'd be nice to take a walk.

He'd be suspicious.

I'm the one who's suspicious.

If he keeps it up,
I'm gonna take a punch at him.

And he better not get
fresh with you, neither.

You haven't done anything wrong.

You couldn't, Selah.

Thanks, Buck.

You don't really know me. You...

You don't know
anything about me.

Gosh, I know how you
look, how you talk,

how you walk.
I know all about you.

Where does Johnny Bishop live?

Why do you keep harping on him?

I just wondered.

After all,
I did have to watch him.

He seems so friendly.

He is.

Does he have a nice house?

It ain't much.
He's fixed it up nice.

Painted a picket fence white.

Him and Kitty are planning
things in the yard.

Stands out, that end of town.

Far from here?

No. Next street over.

Far end,
behind the clover field.

Let's get back to
talking about you.

What do you aim to
do when this is over?

I don't know.

It's a nice little town.

Quiet.

A place to raise a family.

What I'm trying to say

is would you be interested
in staying permanent-like?

Couldn't offer you a lot, but--

Oh, excuse me, Buck.
Not tonight.

I think I better turn in.

Good night.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Johnny.

Johnny.

Open up.

Selah.

What are you doing here?

That's what I wanna
talk to you about.

Come inside before
someone sees you.

Kitty, this is Selah Jennison.

Selah, this is Kitty, my wife.

- How do you do?
- Hello.

What brings you here, Selah?

Johnny,
they're going to arrest you.

You told him? You sure?

- Yes.
- You told him.

She didn't, honey. I know Selah.

She wouldn't do such a thing.

I was going to.

Don't ask me why.
I was going to.

I was brought here
to identify you.

But you didn't.

I backed down at
the last minute,

but they're going to
arrest you anyway.

- When?
- In the morning.

Someone else is going
to identify you.

I told you to go last night.

- Who?
- That man you fought.

- Big Murph?
- Yes. Yes, that's the one.

- No. It couldn't be Big Murph.
- Yes, Johnny.

Oh, Johnny, you trust everyone.

This fighting is one thing.

Putting a noose around
my neck's another.

- It couldn't have been him.
- He's done it.

Oh, Johnny. Oh, Johnny.

If anything happens to you, I'll die.
I'll just die.

Oh, darling, you gotta get out tonight.
Now.

- We can't get out tonight.
- Why not?

You can't ride a horse.
I'm not gonna lose our baby.

I'd rather hang for it.

God help me.

I can't go without you.

Don't worry, honey.
We'll work something out.

Don't worry.

Selah, you better get
back before he misses you.

Thanks, Selah.
And thanks for the note.

You'll make it, Johnny.
Promise me you'll make it.

I'll make it.

I won't see you again.

Someday you will.

Our baby too.

Hope he has better
luck than this old man.

Hope he has more sense too.

You think I was mixed
up in that holdup?

No.

I was, Selah.

I had no job and no money.

A man came to me and said
he'd pay me a hundred dollars

if I'd bring three horses
to a certain place.

And I was a sucker.
I didn't ask any questions.

It was too late when I found out

I'd set up a relay
for three outlaws.

But I swear to you, Selah,

I didn't know
anything more about it

till they started hunting me.

Then I ran like a fool.

It's Bovard.

Better get out the back way.

- I missed him.
- Are you crazy?

I missed the shot.

You crazy little fool.

Sit down.

I missed him.

- Shut up.
- I missed him.

Ah! It was you.

I've been waiting for you.

- You're hurt.
- Never mind.

There's a bottle of
whiskey in my room. Get it.

Get a towel.

Fine friend you've got.

A man who tries to
k*ll from an ambush.

- It wasn't Johnny.
- I'm sore at myself.

I really began to think you
were on the level. Twice.

Twice I began to think you
were something different.

You've been double-crossing
me ever since you got here.

That's why you came, wasn't it?

- No, that's not why I came.
- Oh, quit lying.

Didn't think you'd
try to get me k*lled.

I've had women try it when
I was after their men,

but they were floozies.
You're just another one.

I was trying to save
you from that filth.

Trying to get you that money.

I'll make sure Murphy
gets all of it!

What are you gonna do?
Are you gonna arrest Johnny?

In the morning, yes.

I'll swear he's not Butterfield.

I'll swear he's not.

- Look at me.
- I've seen enough of you.

Look at me. Think of yourself.

You'll get k*lled.
Don't you realize that?

It's you I'm thinking of.
I don't want the reward money.

Oh, I'm telling
you the truth now.

- It won't work.
- Won't you believe me?

You've double-crossed
me long enough.

I don't need you anymore.
Go to bed.

And you go to hell!

- You can't sleep here.
- I can try.

All right.

Get out.

So that you can sneak
out and cross me again?

You can sit up too if you like.

You're all a bunch
of paid bully boys.

You're worse than
the people you chase.

Get out of here. Get out!

You got nothing to worry about.

You're safer with me
than I'd be with you.

Get out of here!

Oh!

Oh, good morning.

Only way I could get some sleep.

What are your
plans for me today?

- Plans?
- Same as yesterday or what?

Just stay here
until it's all over.

- Till what's all over?
- Until I arrest him.

Forgot my coat.

- Where are my handcuffs?
- Here.

All right. Give them to me.

Haven't you had enough?

What did you do with the key?

- I threw it out the window.
- You what?

I threw it out the window.

Don't you ever give up?

Come on.

- You're hurting my arm.
- Oh.

Stop right here.

You ain't gonna
lock her in my jail.

You got any handcuff keys?

What are you arresting her for?

- Let's get inside.
- Wait a minute.

You can pick up your
freight, Bovard.

What in the Sam Hill
is wrong with you

to do a thing like
this to Selah?

Shut up, Weston.

If you had your hands free,
you wouldn't talk like that.

- Where are your keys?
- In my desk.

Get them. Get them.

What about Selah?

I'm trying to get rid of her.
Get your keys.

It won't work in them cuffs.
Where are yours?

Don't ask questions.
Just bring those keys over here.

Oh, come on. Come on, come on.
Can't you hurry it?

I can if you hold still.

- You seen Johnny this morning?
- Yup.

- Where?
- Seen him go in the yard.

- Anyone with him?
- Yup.

- Who?
- His wife.

- What would she be doing--?
- Huh?

He wouldn't leave her behind.

Well, this key won't work.
I knew it wouldn't.

I've got a file
in the back room.

- Do you want me to get it?
- No, not now.

We gotta hold those wagons.
Come on.

Ho, there. Hold it.

- Whoa.
- What's the matter, Buck?

Just hold it, Al.

- What's the trouble, sheriff?
- Sorry, Herb.

I'm acting under orders
of Deputy Marshall Bovard.

Say, you was in my
office, wasn't you?

- That's right.
- You didn't use that name.

I didn't use any name.

I'm here to arrest
Johnny Bishop.

- Johnny?
- Where is he?

I don't know.
Johnny left yet, Al?

Only one wagon left, Herb.
That was Big Murph's.

He was with his wife.
You haven't got him in your wagon?

You care to take a look for
yourself, mister?

Under the seat.

It's my lunch.

Clean as a whistle.

All right, go ahead.

Giddyap.

No one's to leave this
yard without my okay.

The sheriff will
check the wagons.

Don't hold them up too long.
Time's money.

All right, hold it!

Whoa.

I've gotta trust you, Weston.

I wear a badge too, Bovard.

It may not be as big as
yours but I live up to it.

- I know you do.
- And I think you're crazy.

And if Johnny tries to get away in a
wagon, he's crazy too.

And I'll believe it if I see it.

Check on this one.

Nope.

All right, let him go.

Bring on the next one.

Whoo, ha! Come on, giddyap!

You sure you saw him and
his wife go into that yard?

I spoke to him.

- How'd he get away?
- They didn't.

How come he had
his wife with him?

He was taking her to the
doctor's, that's why.

- Checked in at the yard first.
- That's right.

Probably at Doc Evans' office
now unless he's taken her home.

He got away in a wagon right
under my nose. But how?

- I'm going up to doc's office.
- Don't waste your time.

Let's get inside and
file these things off.

Look, I'm sick of
being dragged around

like a sick calf.

Murphy.

That big double-crossing
bull had them in his wagon.

They know he's the only
man I wouldn't suspect.

Don't you believe nothing?

Wasn't he the only one
turned south for the border?

The wagons we
checked went north.

You'll have to go after him.

I ain't going on no
wild goose chase.

You get yourself
another sheriff.

Weston.

Come on.

What are you doing?

Never mind. Get on here.

Come on, come on, come on.
Get up.

All right,
you're hurting my arm.

Never mind that.

If he won't go after
him, I'll get him myself.

Hyah! Hyah!

Slow down, you crazy fool.

Will you be quiet?

You're hurting me.

Hyah! Hyah!

Whoo, ha! Come on, giddyap!

Hyah!

Whoa!

Come on.

Hold it. Hold it!

Pull up! Stop your wagon!

Pull up.

Pull up. Stop the wagon.

Whoa. Whoa.

You just lost
yourself some money.

If you're looking for
trouble, you sure found it.

You've got Butterfield
in that wagon.

Don't know no Butterfield.

You tried to
double-cross me, Murphy,

now we're going back to town.
Turn the wagon around.

You're not giving me any orders.

Get down off that wagon.

If you didn't have
that girl with you,

I'd take your head right
off your shoulders.

- Don't think I can't do it.
- Get down.

- Hold it, Murph.
- I'll k*ll him.

No, he'll k*ll you.
He's got a g*n.

No use. He's got me.

Butterfield?

That's right.

All right, turn him around.

Turn the team, Murph.

Giddyap.

Giddyap. Hyah!

Go on. Giddyap.

- You let me down.
- Let me off of this!

The key's in my stocking,
for heaven's sake.

- It's what?!
- It's in my stocking.

Oh, no.

- Who took Kitty home?
- Selah.

Murph took them
both in the wagon.

He's your prisoner, not mine.

What's Johnny arrested for?

- What's the charge?
- Robbery and m*rder.

- I don't believe it.
- Neither does he.

- Do you believe it, Mr. Bovard?
- It's not up to me.

I do my job, same as you
do, Mr. Loftus.

And I mind my own business.

You clear this thing, Johnny,
you got your job back.

Now, I'll see the
Kitty is took care of.

Thank you, sir.

There seem to be a minority
of one in this town.

You ain't popular.

What do you think, Buck?

This way, ma'am.

No, thank you.

Won't you?

Funny thing, I'm the one who
should be mad but I'm not.

You are.

I'm leaving town
with my prisoner.

What are you going to do?

I might stay here.

I can find some
kind of work here.

Or maybe I'll get married.

Good idea.

Or I can go back.
I've still got my ticket.

What business is it of yours?

I brought you here.

If you had that 500,
you'd be on your feet.

I'll see you get it.

I can tell the
Wells Fargo people

that you pointed him out to me.

Gave me information
leading to his arrest.

Why would you do that?

Because I hate to see you
go back to Fort Kenton.

I think you meant
it when you said

you wanted to start
in a new place.

I'll make out.

What do you care
what happens to me?

I don't.

I do. I care about you the
way I'd care for an orphan kid

who didn't have
enough brains or sense

to take care of himself.

I've got the money to loan you.

Will you take it and
get a fresh start here?

I don't want your blood money.

You drew a little blood from
me, didn't you?

You crossed me up
six ways from Sunday.

If I was an outlaw,
I'd rather have you for a friend

than ten men with shotguns.

Yeah, you sure did your best.

Or worst.

What happens to Johnny now
is no business of yours.

Even if you hang him?

Will you stop saying I hang people?
I only arrest them.

That's what they call you, isn't it?
The Hangman.

Selah.

And now you're gonna
hang an innocent man.

Let the jury decide
who's innocent.

Yes. Johnny tells the jury
that he only held some horses.

He didn't know what it was for.

He was foolish and he
didn't ask any questions.

What's your jury gonna say?

Is that what happened to Johnny?

I'm asking you.
What's your jury gonna say?

You know what they're gonna say.

They're gonna say, "Hang him."

Hang him,
that's what your jury is gonna say!

Hang him! Hang him!

You have to be quiet, ma'am.

- Or leave this room.
- I'm glad to leave this room.

I'm tired of looking
at this hangman.

This is a respectable
hotel, madam.

My stars.

Mr. Bovard,
do you really hang people?

Selah?

Can't you leave me alone?

No, I'm afraid not.

Before I leave town,
I wish we could understand each other.

I understand you.

- You're nothing but a--
- A hangman, yes.

You're too young to understand.

I'm not too young.

You said yourself I look 30.

Well, I was looking
through soap suds.

You're not grown-up yet.

You're too young to
understand a man like me.

Maybe I'm too old to
understand a girl like you.

Time is like a
barbed wire fence.

When too many years pile up,

we can't get across
to each other.

It's hard for me to understand
a young fella I once knew.

He studied law,
wanted to help people.

His brother told him they
needed lawyers in California.

Land agents were robbing
people out there.

Lawyers could help.

So he started west
with this brother.

They didn't get to California.

Stage was held up,
his brother was k*lled.

When they got to town,
the sheriff had cold feet.

He knew the holdup g*ng,

but he was afraid to arrest
them for fear they'd k*ll him.

This young fella
couldn't see it that way.

Got himself a deputy's badge.

Took him a while,

but he rounded up the men
who had k*lled his brother.

Yeah, they were hung.

Found out it was easier
to put on a badge

than take it off.
Folks said they needed him.

So he just kept on,
getting more distrustful,

more cynical. Getting older.

It's a lonesome business,
Selah, being a hangman.

Well, I'd better go
and see the sheriff.

He's a mighty good man, Selah,

even if he doesn't
think too much of me.

You could do a lot worse.

Oh.

Here's a clean $500.

I'll collect from Wells Fargo.

Wait.

I'm sorry I said what I said.

I don't know who's
right or wrong.

Neither do I. Who does?

We go along, things happen.

We do what we have to do,
try to live by the rules.

It don't always work.

Now, forget it.
You're out of the woods now.

You're young.

Start over, start living again.

You know, that young sheriff,

he melts like butter every
time he looks at you.

Marry him, Selah.

He's not half good
enough for you,

but I think you'll make
something out of him.

If I were his age,

I'd give him a
run for his money.

Here he comes.

Somebody at the hotel
wants to see you.

She say so?

I'm a mind reader.

I'll have plenty of time
with Selah after you're gone.

Al here wants to see Johnny.

I just talked to his wife.

I figured he'd like to hear from her.
Okay if I go in?

- Make it quick.
- Thanks, sheriff.

Isn't there anybody in this town

isn't a friend of Johnny's?

Can't think of anybody.

Except Big Murph.

Well, anyway I showed you,
you wouldn't believe it.

I'll get a shave.

Johnny, I'm gonna bust
you out of this jug.

No, you're not.
Somebody will get shot.

I haven't got a g*n and
you won't have one either.

Don't bother, Al.
I'm not running anymore.

When you get out of here,
there'll be a horse outside.

Get on that horse
and you get fast.

You can make it across the border
before he catches up with you.

Big Murph and I will
bring Kitty to you later.

I'm gonna bust you
out, so you get.

- Good day, sir.
- How are you?

- Shave?
- That's right.

Sit right down in a
nice comfortable chair.

I'll give you a nice shave, sir.

Yessirree, boy.
Lot of business today.

Are you the fella
that arrested Johnny?

Are you another
one of his friends?

I can't believe he's
done anything wrong.

Don't let that razor slip.

Gonna give you a
nice close shave.

Here we are, right here.

That's a nice hot towel, sir.

That'll make you feel
nice for shaving.

Sam.
Get away, Sam.

You ain't gonna get Johnny.

No, señor.
You ain't gonna get Johnny.

Get away, Sam.

Come on out.

- Lock him up, Buck.
- He tried to k*ll him, sheriff.

I missed him. I missed him.

Shut up.

I missed him.

I missed him. I missed him.

Got yourself another prisoner.

I don't want him. No charges.

- But he tried to k*ll you.
- Turn him loose.

After I'm out of town.

How does Butterfield
make so many friends?

By doing things for
people, I told you.

Yeah, what did he do for you?

Well, that's a fair question.

Men like us come up
against mean skunks

makes us mean too.

Whenever I see somebody
doing things for people

instead of against them,
it makes me feel better.

That's what Johnny done for me.

- Let's finish the job.
- Yes, sir.

Whoa.

Johnny, Johnny, get the chain.

Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah!

No, don't!

Ha-ha. He got away.

Hell of a shot I am.

- What now?
- Nothing.

Ain't you going after him?

- Haven't got a horse.
- Well, I'll get you one.

Ah, you'd get me
some old cr*pple.

By the time I
caught up with him,

the only witness against
him would be hung.

He'll come back here
Scot-free in a few days.

Serves me right for missing him.

You shot over his
head, didn't you?

- Do something for me, Buck?
- Anything, Mack, you bet.

Send that back to
Marshal Cummings.

- You quitting?
- Well, a man who can't sh**t

any straighter than
I can has gotta quit.

Tell Cummings I'll write
him from California.

See, Selah?
I'm going to copy you.

Start a new life.

Or pick up an old
one where I left off

a long time ago.

Oh, here's a--

Here's a souvenir for you, Buck.

Look out or she'll lock
them on you for life.

She's got the habit.

Well, so long, Buck.

So long, Mack.

You know, Selah,

Buck and I had an
argument about friendship.

I said everybody had a
price and I believed it.

I'm eating crow.

What's more, you like it.

Johnny done something
for you too.

No, Selah did.

You decided what
you're going to do?

She's gonna marry me, Mack.

That's what I figured.

Least ways, I've asked her to.

Oh?

What did she say?

Get in, Mr. Bovard.

Just a minute.

What did she say?

Well,
I know what she's gonna say.

I ain't gonna rush her.
I can wait.

Mr. Bovard.

Well, I won't be
seeing you again, Selah.

Kind of like to
know before I leave.

You know you have my blessing.

Buck...

I like you.

You don't know how
much I like you.

But I'm going to California.

I don't know what's
happening to me.

Even if he doesn't want
me, I'm going.

I want you.

Selah.

He's not half as
nice as you are.

But it just had to be.

I don't deserve her
either, Buck.

Giddyap. Get. Ha!

Bye, Buck.

Bye.

So long, Buck.

Take care of yourself.

Bye, Buck.

So long, Selah.

Mack.

Good luck.