02x33 - Widow in White

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[ woman screaming ]

Sheriff.Sheriff!

Something wrong
back in the rooms.

All right, Charlie.
I'm coming.

Excuse me, sheriff.

Didn't look where I'm going.

Yeah, you do that.

Mr. Bailey?

Yes.

I'm Sherman from Laramie.

Oh, yes,
been expecting you.

Excuse the glove.

Sure.

Uh, sit down.

I made that appointment
for you with Mrs. Dawson

as we discussed
in our letters.

But she's a...

little late.

Of course, you know women.

Yeah, well, I hope
she's not gonna be too late.

I'd like to be
getting back to the ranch.

She'll be here, all right.

She needs the money bad.

As a matter of fact,

I was hoping I could talk
with you before she got here.

Oh, about what?

Well, we do a lot of business
with the stage company

and well, since you're
representing them,

and renewing the right of
way across their land,

well, I feel obligated
to warn you.

Is there something wrong?

In a way, yes.

Poor Mrs. Dawson
has had a lot of difficulty

in making the ranch pay

since the death
of her husband.

And she might just have
to sell it to pay back taxes.

Oh, that means the stage lines
would have to renegotiate

with the new owners.

Exactly.

Well, what's the trouble?

She just no rancher.

Can't seem to manage things.

Can't even seem to keep
good help to do it for.

Sheriff just told me
another one of her foremen

got into a little trouble
and wound up in jail.

It's not the first time
that something like--

Please, I'm doing
the best I can.

It isn't just me,
Mrs. Dawson.

My wife will skin me purple

if I don't get some money
on these bills.

Well, I just
don't have it!

Well, then,
you just better get it.

Now you hear me good,
either I get some money
on these bills,

the sheriff and me will
be out and pick up
some of your cattle.

Let go.
You're hurting me!

You're way
out of line, mister.

Oh, you're gonna
put me in line?

[ grunts ]

Now settle down!
Settle down.

Ah!

Okay, now get walking.

Sorry I had to do that,
Mr. Bailey.

Nothing much else
you could do,
Sherman.

Olsen's got a temper
that talking won't stop.

You're Mr. Sherman?

That's right.

How do you do,
Mrs. Dawson?

I've been hoping
you'd be able to help me

but I didn't expect it
to happen this way.

I heard
you're having trouble.

Yes, some.

It isn't easy.

Being a woman alone,
I mean.

It won't make any difference
about the money

for the right of way,
will it?

Well, you see,
the stage line

wants us to cover
for an entire year.

I don't think
they're gonna like

to have to resign
with new owners in a few weeks.

Oh, but, Mr. Sherman, I know
I can pay those back taxes

if I can just get
some of my stock together

for a quick sale.

The problem is,
Mrs. Dawson,

your foreman
got into a little trouble.

I know, he's--
he's in jail.

I heard
when I came into town.

What you need
is an experienced rancher.

Somebody that can put
your place back on its feet,

like Sherman here.

Well, I couldn't do it.

I not only have
a ranch to run,

but also a relay station.

I'm sure that would be
too much to ask.

But would you give me
a chance to see

if I can qualify
for the stage line payment?

I...

I need the money desperately.

I don't know what I can do,
Mrs. Dawson.

Come to the sheriff's office
with me.

Help me to get
my foreman out of jail,

and then I can get
my ranch running again.

You too, Mr. Bailey,
the sheriff will listen to you.

Well, I don't know,
ma'am, I...

Oh, please.

Well, maybe we can help.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you both.

You shut up, Collins.

I'll give you 6 months
instead of 30 days.

Well, I've been railroaded,
and you know it.

You're nothing
but a no-good drunk.

That's what you are.

Tim!

What's going on?

Let go of him.

You try that again,
mister, you'll be
eatin' lead.

Sheila, what are you
doing here?

I have good reason
to be here, Cliff.

From the looks of things,
we came just in time.

This ramrod of yours,
he brought it on himself.

You troublemaker.

I'm sorry I had to
lock him up, Sheila,
but it was the only way.

Tim, what are you doing
in Medicine Bow.

I thought you were back--

No, I...

I'm working for her now.

Where did you meet up
with this trail-drift?

We used to--

I used to work for him
on his ranch.

You're lucky he's not
working for you now.

He's gonna be
coolin' his heels
in my lockup

for a long time after this.

Cliff, isn't there any way
I can get him out?

No, not a chance.

Not after he got himself
tanked up last night,

busted into that
woman's room.

That's a lie
and you know it.

I got witnesses to say
that's the way it was.

He was whisky-soaked
when we picked him up.

They all saw it.

What about it, Tim?

I don't know
what happened, Slim.

Somebody slugged me.

I want to see him alone.

Why?

Because he's a friend of mine.
He needs help.

You can't hold a man
without letting anyone see him.

That's right, Cliff.

All right, mister.

I give you


That's all.

But, Mr. Sherman,
what about our business?

This is gonna have
to come first, Mrs. Dawson.

Now you go back
to the bank

and I'll be over soon
as I can.

I know I shouldn't be counting
on you for so much.

But...

I am.

Tim, you never
worked for me.

Aren't you still
with the stage line?

Yeah, but I don't want them
to know about it.

I'm working on her ranch
looking for about $30,000.



Yeah.

Company lost it in a holdup
a couple of months ago,

and we figure
her husband did it

but we could never
prove it.

He died a few days later.

Now they're trying to say
he was k*lled by rustlers.

We figure he got hit
during the robbery.

And no trace of the money?No.

And it was all in paper,
fresh from the bank

made up for a mine payroll.

And she claims her husband
had nothing to do with it.

Well, do you believe her?

Well, I believe she doesn't
know anything about it.

She let the law
search the place lots of times

till she got tired of it.

I can't say
I blame her for that.

She's sure not spending
at herself,

that ranch is a plain mess.

I still can't understand
how you wound up in here.

Well, I think I got
that figured out too.

You see, this has happened
to other foremen of hers.

This hard case lawman,
he's crazy jealous about her.

I figure he gets rid
of any good help she's got,

figuring she'll give up
the whole thing

and maybe marry him.

So it seems like he's going
to a lot of trouble,

unless he wants to marry
into that money

that might be out there.

Yeah, it could be.

Anyway, I got to see to it
she holds onto the ranch

'cause the company's
gonna be a little upset

if she sells it before
they find that 30,000.

They're offering
a 10% reward on it.

Wonder what the company
would want me to do.

Pay her the 150 for
the right of way or hold off.

Well, it'd be
a good investment for 'em

if it helps get back
that 30,000.

Yeah, Bailey at the bank
practically suggested

that I go out and help her.

Well, that's perfect.

Look, if you pay her
for the right of way,

you got a great excuse
to be out at the ranch.

You'd be protecting
the company's interest,

you know, seeing to it
she holds onto the ranch

and pays the taxes.

Oh, I ought to get back
to Laramie.

Write Jess a letter,
and the company too.

Oh, come on, Slim,
you'd be doing me a favor

and maybe get me
out of this calaboose.

All right, Tim.
I'll give it a try.

Hey, sheriff!

You might
let our friends know

what's happened to me
when you write them.

Yeah, I'll do that.

I got a warning
for you, mister.

You cross the law
in this town,

you'll start wishing
you were somewhere else.

Well, thanks, sheriff...

but I already do.

Well, Sherman,
what did you decide?

Stage line needs
that right of way,

so if Mrs. Dawson
will sign the agreement,

I'll give you the check.

Oh.

Oh, forgive me, I--

It's just
that I'm so grateful.

I only wish I had
two checks to give.

Well, if you'll sign
the agreement,

I'm sure Mr. Bailey will
verify that bank draft.

I just know I can
make a go of it now.

All right,
here you are.

Check's as good as gold.

Would you cash it for me?

You mean now?

Well, I told you
how badly I needed it.

Bills, supplies,

maybe I can even make
peace with Mr. Olsen.

It's a good idea.
If you'll endorse it.

Well, there is
something else.

I feel I should protect

the stage line's interest
in this agreement,

so I'm gonna take you up
on that offer, be your foreman,

help get that ranch started.

Well, that is good news.

I'm mighty glad
about that myself.

If he can see a definite chance
in making it pay, Mrs. Dawson,

I think I can swing
that loan for you.

Oh, that's wonderful,
Mr. Bailey.

I do so want
to keep my ranch.

Well, Mr. Foreman,
when do we go to work?

Soon as I write
a few letters.

Fine, that'll give me
sometime to pay those bills

and do some shopping.

All ready?

Anytime you are.

Sheila, you don't know

any more about him
than the others.

Cliff, Mr. Sherman
is trying to help me, please.

As far as I'm concerned

this is strictly business,
sheriff.

So you tend to yours
and I'll tend to mine.

You're supposed to be
watching her.

What are you waiting for?

Don't worry, I'll beat them
back to the ranch.

That Sherman's
nobody's fool.

He's gonna ramrod for her.

We'll fix him
just like all the others.

You wait
for my orders, Tarp.

Play along with him
till I give the word.

What's the matter, Tarp,
you run into some trouble?

Nope.

No trouble yet.

Just got us a new ramrod.

Well, now ain't that nice?

Now I'm telling you
I'm getting sick and tired

of sitting around here
acting like a cowhand.

Badge says
to lay off him

till he gives the go-ahead.

Well, is he expecting us
to work?

No, nothing that bad,
just take it easy.

Yeah, well, I figured it's time
we cleared out of here.

Now I know,
I know the sheriff said

he wouldn't turn us in
if we did a certain job for him,

but you can't trust
no law g*n.

We're staying.

As long as there's
an outside chance

that payroll's hid here,

we're sticking here
till we find it.

Here they come,
now hang up your g*ns.

Remember, no rough stuff
unless he starts it.

I guess you can see
the place is a little rundown

but it could be fixed up.

Yeah, if the gophers
don't get at it first.

Now it's not really that bad,
is it, Mr. Sherman?

No, you can start off
by calling me Slim.

All right, Slim.

I just couldn't resist
buying this material.

I have nothing to wear.Well, it's none
of my business

but you might be
needing the money

to get this place
in shape.

Oh, but I do
all my own sewing.

At least, I save
some that way.

I guess you deserve
a new dress.

I felt so good after
you gave me the check,

I just had to do something.

Slim, do you think
we could start

the roundup tomorrow?

Yeah, we can try.

Where are your men?

I'm not sure,
maybe down in the bunk house.

This time of day?

I'm not a very good
manager, I guess.

That's all right.
I'll see
what I can do.

I'll take care of the rig.

Thanks, I can get busy
on my dress.

Deal.

Well, what you got?

I ain't got much.

Well, wait a minute,
what you got?

I got three sevens
so I win,

Stover, that's about
$50,000 you owe me.

Yeah, I know, I know
now you get it
from Tarp here,

'cause I'm into Tarp
for twice that amount.

Howdy, gents.

My name's Sherman.

Mrs. Dawson's new foreman.

Money doesn't seem
to be a problem with you.

Is that why
you're not working?

The boss lady owing us


We're just
sitting here waiting.

You charging her
for this week too?

Yeah.

Well, then get out there
and put up that rig,

and get your gear together

and be ready
for a roundup tomorrow.

Well, now, Mr. Foreman,
just what do you think

we're going to round up,
gophers or prairie dogs?

[ laughing ]

Neither, cattle.

Mrs. Dawson
has to make a quick sale.

Well, now, look, mister,
you know, by the time
we got here,

that Dawson cattle
was so mangy,

they hid themselves up
in the hills,

they were so ashamed.

Right, I heard 'em.

I hear 'em all the time
up there in that mountains,

bones shaking,
rattling all around.

You're staying on this ranch,
you're working.

Well, now we can't do
much work in here, can we?

I can't see you getting
all three of us outside.

Wait a minute,
you're not the type of gent

that's gonna draw on three
unarmed cowhands, are you?

Well, you can see
that our sh**ting arms

are all hanging up
around the wall.

Yeah, I guess you're right.

I wouldn't draw
on three unarmed men...

and I don't suppose
I can get

all three of you outside
all by myself.

Our new ramrod's
a nice sort of a fella.

Yeah, I'd say so,
got a real knack
for handing men.

Yeah, he sure do.

Get us out of here!

Tarp, will you get off of me?

Now what's the idea?

I got you gents outside,
you gonna do some work?

We'll get you for this.

You want to eat more dust,
or you gonna do some work?

All right,
once around the park.

We'll work,
get us loose.

Now that's better.

Get me out of here.

Like I said before,
somebody put up that buggy.

You can all get ready
to ride tomorrow.

Now get cracking.

[ knocking on door ]

Come in.

What's going on
out there?

Well, your men
didn't want to work

but I think I talked
'em into it.

You did?

We leave
for roundup tomorrow.

Tomorrow,
oh, that's wonderful.

Just one thing, you sure
you got stock out there?

Mm-hmm.
They're out there somewhere.

What about supplies?

I ordered them.

Mr. Olsen
will bring them out.

Well, that means we're
gonna have to wait for him.

I'm afraid so.

Foreman sleep
in the bunk house?

Usually, but Mr. Collins
set up quarters in the barn.

Yeah, I think
I can understand that.

Mmm.

Men cook for themselves,
I suppose.

Uh-huh, I'm not
much good at it.

Oh, I am sorry.

I got so busy
with this new material.

Do you like it?

Just feel how soft.

Yeah, that's real nice.

First new dress in years.

Let's celebrate
your coming to the ranch.

Have supper with me tonight.

Please?

Aren't you kind of busy?

Oh, I'll have it
all cut out by dark.

You come then.

All right, don't you go
to any trouble.

Oh, don't worry,
it'll be real simple.

No trouble at all.

Mr. Sherman!

Yeah.Supper's ready if you are.

I'll be right there.

Ah!

There's your new
foreman, ma'am; at least
he ain't in jail.

Get out!
Get out!

Yes, ma'am,
anything you say, ma'am.

Are you awake?

Seeing you,
I'm not so sure.

Oh, I'm moving
something else again.

Yeah, I'm awake.

It's awful.

I'm so sorry.

It wasn't your fault.

I should've known
they'd try to get back at me.

They've gone.

Probably for good.

Oh.

Yeah, thanks.

I feel like I've been dragged
halfway to Texas and back.

I don't think
anything's been...

broken.

I couldn't get you
onto a couch with a bed, I,

I had to drag you
inside as it was.

It's all right.

I couldn't feel
anything anyway.

Thanks for cleaning me up.

There's not much left
of your shirt.

Maybe you can wear this.

It was my husband's.

That'll do fine.

You know, I didn't bring
an extra one.

I didn't figure
on staying over.

If I hadn't asked you to,

none of this
would have happened.

I dealt my own
brand of trouble,

now don't you blame
yourself for that.

Funny the way
a woman thinks.

Seeing you put on
his shirt just now,

you remind me
a lot of my husband.

He was...

built about like you.

Sheila, I've got
to tell you something.

Your crew is gone,

and even with a big one
rounding up

that scattered herd of yours
for a quick sale

is gonna be mighty tough.

Then you think saving
the ranch is hopeless.

Well, that way, yeah.

What other way is there?

I know you're tired
of hearing about it.

There is reason to believe
that your husband

was mixed up
in that holdup.

And don't boil over,
not till you hear me out.

You're wrong,
Mr. Sherman,

he had nothing
to do with it.

I'm just saying
if that money was here,

a 10% reward
would cover the back taxes,

make this place
start paying for itself.

I'm just trying
to find you a way out.

A way out.

When they first
started searching,

just after he died,

I let them, several times,
they kept coming back

so often I began
to wonder myself.

Even I looked.

It isn't here.

Oh, Slim, do you think
I'd be living like this

if I could find it?

I'm not saying
you have the money,

but if we looked together,

searched every square inch
of this place,

we might come up
with something.

It's the money, isn't it,
that's why you're here.

No, no, it isn't,
not now.

Oh, Slim,
I just don't feel right.

Sheila, you can't
live in this shadow

the rest of your life.

I know but,

his shadow
is still in this house.

And I want to help.

All right, tomorrow
you can take this place

apart board by board,

but don't ask me
to help you.

I've done it
too many times before.

Are you giving up?

Won't be too bad.

The bank will give me
enough money

for the ranch
to cover the taxes,

maybe even enough
to take me back--

Don't, Slim, I mean it.

You...

You didn't have much
of a supper, would you--

would you like me to fix
you something now?

No, no, thanks.

Oh, by the way, I,
I like your dress.

Nothing turned out the way
I wanted it to tonight,

but I wore it
just for you.

No brains,
not in any of you.

I told you to wait
for my orders on Sherman.

We ain't takin'
what he did
from any man

and don't you forget it.

Well, he's out there
in the ranch

alone with her now.

Thanks to your fool trick,

he can look for that money
all he wants to now.

Not the way he's feeling.

No, but the widow's out there,

she'll nurse him
back to health.

It's time you d*adbeats started
riding and didn't stop.

Now hold on, sheriff,

you said you'd pay us
for our time

even if we didn't find
that loot.

You borrowed
that time from me, Tarp.

Now look, I got posters

that says you three
are wanted K*llers,

I'm nailing them up
tomorrow all over town.

Double dealin'
sidewinder!

Hold on.

He'd have real good
reason to blast us

for them posters
in his desk.

We better get out
of here while we can.

That's a smart way
to look at it.

Sure, it is.

But don't you turn your back
too often on us, sheriff,

because someday,
one of us is gonna be there.

That's the best way I know
of to k*ll a rattlesnake

is to sneak up
behind him.

Oh, yeah, I, uh...

I wouldn't forget about
Sherman if I were you.

He's probably
out there in that ranch
making time with the widow.

Don't you worry
about Sherman,

I'll take care of him.

Oh, sure, you will,

if she ain't married up with him
by the time you get there.

Find anything?

Everything
but what I was looking for.

Well, let's see,

you've taken apart about
everything inside the house

and the porch.

You gonna try the barn?

Your crew took care of that.

Yes, and every lawman
who's ever searched the place.

What is the interest
in the barn?

That's where
my husband died.

I didn't even know
he'd come home.

We've been missing stock,

he was out looking
for rustlers at night.

I guess he found them.

Well, then he never did
get into the house.

His horse took him
straight to the barn.

I found him there
the next day.

I didn't mean to trouble you,

just getting tired
going around in circles.

You're still not giving up?

Not yet, maybe somebody missed
something in the barn.

At least it's worth a try.

That part
of the foreman's job?

I haven't thought
about it much.

Mrs. Dawson knows
what I'm doing though.

Yeah, so do I.

The difference is
I don't happen to like it.

Well, that's too bad.

Guess you can't please
everybody though.

You ain't helping Sheila,

all you want to do
is find that money!

That'd be helping her.

The reward would be enough
to pay the back taxes

and give herself
a fresh start.

Reward?

Fat chance she'd have
of seeing that money

or you, if you got
your hands on it!

You know, it seems to me
that your interest

in Mrs. Dawson lies beyond
your job, sheriff.

Maybe even further
than she likes it.

You clear out of here,
Sherman, now.

Is it that badge talking?

This is me talking.

That's all you got to know.

I'm looking for the rightful
owner of this money.

Are you sure you are?

Let's put it this way.

You'd have a hard time
proving I'm not.

Yeah, I reckon I would

with you hiding behind
that tin badge and that g*n.

This suit you better?

Sounds kind of rough
in there, don't it?

Yeah.

Wait.

Hold off and see
what happens.

Seems kind of worried
about what's going on.

Well, maybe there's
something there

that she don't want
to get burned up.

Like $30,000.

Slim, Cliff, stop it,
the flames are spreading!

You've got to help me!

When it comes
to destroying property,

you two could
hire out as a team.

Well, no arguments there.

I want to talk to you,
Sheila, alone.

I have a few things
to say to you too.

Come inside
I'll tend to that.

Well, looks like
we're gonna get us

three at one whack.

Yeah, that's something
I hadn't planned on.

Now maybe this will
convince you, Sheila.

You can't run
this place on your own.

Even with a so-called
expert to help you.

I might, Cliff,
if you just let me be.

I told you I was sorry
for what happened out there.

I'll see that barn is fixed up
as good as new.

It's all so easy,
isn't it?

If you really cared
about me,

you wouldn't have come out
here looking for a fight.

Well, that's what I wanted
to talk to you about, alone.

Well, I'm busy, if you want
to talk, go ahead.

What is it you want to say?

Oh, don't pay any attention
to me, sheriff,

we've got no secrets.

I'm not ashamed
of what I want to say.

I'll tell the whole world
how I feel about you, Sheila.

If you'd marry me,
I'd do everything

a man could
to make you happy.

I'm sure
you probably would, Cliff,

but I just don't feel
that way about you.

Well, maybe not at first
but don't you think--

No, Cliff, no.

Well, do you still plan
to sell the ranch?

Head back east?

If I can't raise the money
for the taxes any other way.

Sheila, I think I can get
hold of some money and,

well, I'd pay you
more for the ranch

than that banker would.

You really want
to buy the ranch?

You could go on living here,

I'd help you run it
and get you a good crew,

not that bunch of drifters

that ploughed the ranch
with Sherman last night,

but a good crew.

We can make a go of it.

I'm sure we could.

Maybe you'd even change
your mind about me.

Cliff, tell me something.

Just what is it
you're in love with?

The ranch and the money

that everyone seems
to think is here, or me?

You know the answer
to that, Sheila.

No, I'm not sure I do.

Well, I'm sure I do.

How did you know what happened
out here last night?

I ran into those no-goods
in town last night.

And they told you
about it?

Yeah. They was bragging
all over the place

about what they'd
done to you.

I run 'em off.

Just like you ran off
her other foremen,

put Tim Collins in jail.

Cliff, you didn't.

Sure he did.

I'll bet he hired
that cheating crew of yours,

paid them to do
nothing around here

except do you out
of this ranch.

But why?
Why go to all that trouble?

Well, don't you see, Sheila?

I had to do something
to wake you up,

to make you see
that you needed me,

that you couldn't run
this place on your own.

Well, you certainly
did a good job.

I never had a chance.

Not the way he set it up.

I've had about enough
out of you, Sherman.

Either use that iron
or keep it holstered.

There's your answer, Sheila,
plain as it's ever gonna get.

TARP: Drop it.

I won't be saying
that again.

I told you to ride on.

Since you didn't pay off,

we kind of figured on getting
something out of all this.

I tacked up those posters

on all three
of you this morning,
you won't get far.

We'll get
as far as we please.

They're gonna find you

and Sherman lying out
in the ranch yard.

Folks knows about
the bad blood between you,

on account of her.

They ain't gonna think
nothing of it.

What about Mrs. Dawson?

Or haven't you figured
that out yet?

Yeah, we figured it out.

We kind of planned on taking
her along for a spell.

I'll bet she's real nice company
when she's tryin'.

Don't count on it.

Uh, Tarp, ain't you
forgot something?

Yeah.

I was kind of saving
that till last.

We ain't as took in
with your ways, ma'am,

as your other men friends.

We kind of figured
if anybody knew

where the loot was,
you'd be the one.

Well, you're wrong.

My husband was not mixed up
in that holdup.

Well, there's one way
to find out.

While the lawman and Sherman
have their little shootout,

Stover here is gonna
start a small fire

and you, little lady's,
gonna stand here

and watch this place
burn to the ground.

Not the house.

Yep.

If the money's here,
you'll tell us.

We might even split it
with you.

But it isn't here.

You want to tell us
before it burns?

Save a lot of trouble.

I can't tell you,
I don't know.

Everybody out.All right, come on.

Let's go.

No, wait.

Well, now that's better,
where is it?

I don't know, but if I'm
going to go with you,

let me take
some of my clothes.Hmm?

I'll need
something to wear.

I've got some dresses
you're sure to like.

Nobody's interested
in dresses.

Let me show you.

No reason to be suspicious,
they're just dresses, see?

Oh, please let me
take them with me.

Slim and the sheriff
can carry them out.

I don't know--

Oh, thanks,
I knew you would.

Now be careful,
Slim, don't drop it.

I wouldn't want them
to get soiled

before I have a chance
to wear them.

Ain't you got enough?Just this.

That's all, I hate
to see it burn up.

You won't mind,
will you, Cliff?

That does it, young lady,

you've got your duds,
now come on, let's go.

Slim, Cliff, now!

[ g*nshots ]

Sheila, you hurt?

I'm all right,
make sure of the others.

Is he badly hit?

Nothing we can do.

I feel so sick inside.

Come sit down.

Thanks.

That was mighty
quick thinking,

helping us out like that.

The g*ns belonged
to my husband.

I didn't know
what to do with them

when he died, so I...

hid them under my clothes.

I'm glad you did.

I've got to get out
of this house.

I want to leave town.
I just can't take
any more of this.

I'll take you into town.

Fine, I'll put my things
in the suitcase.

Thought you didn't have
anything to wear.

I guess all women
think like that.

I started
sewing these things

when I realized I'd probably
have to go back east.

Well, I never did understand
women and their clothes.

This rustles.

Please, Slim, all dresses
with stiff linings rustle.

Take the g*n out of your belt,
Slim, very slowly.

That iron you gave me
belonged to a g*n slick, Sheila,

not a hardworking rancher.

It was my husband's.

We'd come out here
to go straight,

but he wasn't cut out
to be a rancher.

And I'm no rancher's wife.

So you talked him into
trying that holdup, huh?

I got sick of living
in this hole.

Was it my fault
he lost his touch?

I was wondering why you were
so interested in sewing

instead of getting
this ranch back on its feet.

Now I can see.

Oh, that's not all of it.

There's still
a couple of thousand left

in the dressmaking form.

I've been trying to get it
sewn into this new dress,

but there've been
too many interruptions.

That stupid Cliff.

You know,
he really did me a favor

when he made those drifters
stay on as my crew.

Poor Cliff.

Uh-uh.

Must've been awful hard
sticking it out
here in the ranch,

waiting for an excuse
to go back east.

It was the hardest thing
I've ever done.

And sh**ting you will be
the next hardest.

You could turn in
that money for the reward.

That's still a lot of cash.

Take 3,000
instead of 30,000?

No, thanks.

Getting away won't be easy.

Oh, I don't think
it'll be so tough.

You see, you're gonna end up
as part of the shootout

between the sheriff
and those gunmen.

I don't think anybody else
will be ripping my clothes

apart the way you did.

Turn around, Slim, I don't want
to look at you when--

Turn around!

I'll take it this way.

I thought you would.

You know, you're the kind

who isn't afraid of anything
he ought to be.

I'd ask you
to go with me,

but I know
you'd never change.

Why don't you try me?

I like beautiful women
and fancy dress--

Uh-uh.

You'd do anything to talk
your way out of a b*llet.

Well, I guess we'll never know
if you pull that trigger.

Your dress is getting
in that blood.

No, Slim, I wouldn't
have k*lled you, you fool!

I wouldn't take bet on that.

You want to know
what beat you, Sheila?

Come over here.

Take a look!

It's written all over you.

There's your worst
enemy, vanity.

You were playing
it real smart

until you got too fancy
with new dresses.

I was just trying
to hide the money.

Well, why didn't you
sew them in the old dresses?

Answer me that.

This reward money is gonna
come in mighty handy.

Well, you could've halved
that 30,000 with the girl.

Sure, spend it together...
in prison.

Oh, no, no, this is going
for the ranch.

What needs fixing
the most?

Ever notice how them skirts
kind of rustle like

when they walk?

Yeah, it's kind of like
the rustle of money.

Gets kind of expensive
to listen though.

If it does, we're
practically rich, ain't we?

Yeah, you're right.

I never could
stay rich very long.