05x31 - The Jud Steele Story

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Oh, no,

no, no.

I mean, ask too many.

That's a long shot.

Well, that part is coming back.

To be here.

Wait.

We can't get very far with them.

They're about wind up now.

I know.

They'll walk them down the ridge.

Ride them till they quit.

And we'll get a couple of fresh horses.

Where are we going?

To a town.

A long way from here.

Place called.

And Sarah.

Ever hear of it?

No. We run across anybody who had.

No. What's.

What's in this town?

Ghosts.

Let's

go and.

Your time together.

What is it?

Canvas needs mending.

Pancakes are too well done. Huh?

Why do you put nets through repairs?
Ascot.

One of the.

You're a horse, old man.

Yeah.

Trade, even.

I can't do that.

Tell you what, though. There's a wagon
train camp down the road ahead.

Maybe I can do some swap in there.

Well, there's no need to bother them.

I'll give you my horse.

He's worth a lot
more once he's resting. No,

that horse isn't for sale or trade,
mister.

No charge.

You better get
that wood back to camp. Sir.

I'll tell the boy you're coming in to bail

you in charge of that wagon train
I was talking about.

I am till the wagon master gets back.

I'm Bill Hawkes.

You ride pretty close herd on your man.

I've been watching you ever since.

You're in a shadow squad, Bute.

Well, as you can see, me and my friend
need a couple of fresh horses.

We're willing to buy them
if you're not asking too much.

Like I said, our horses aren't for sale.

But you're welcome to spend the night.

Rest up, if you like.

Be obliged.

Male rabbit fricassee tonight, man,
if you've got to wait around.

Looks pretty good to

thanks, but

we don't figure to be here that long.

A look at your horses.

You write them real hard and watered
and said, I might be able to travel.

Can't wait that long.

Plan to be in town by tonight.

Nearest town, Van, sir.

It's a long ride from here.

Then it's off our course south of here.

Your horse is gonna make it that far.
Look.

You got a fine bunch of horses back there.

You won't miss a couple.

Like I said before,
our horses aren't for sale.

Expect to get there tonight.

Your ride, your own jolly.

I expect Duke and Chris before dark.

That means we're pulling out early
in the morning.

You better pass the word, sir.

Duke, It was.

Oh, Do

you have four last words, Chris?

Still in Fort Anderson
and some half of that Army contract.

He wants us to move on.

He'll catch up with the two big pines
crossing.

It's true.

I got cookin in the pot

rabbit stew,



Something bothering you, Mr..

The guest of ours, Duke,
wrote in a couple hours ago.

I'll be leaving in the morning.

All right, Mr..

Because I wasn't expecting company.

You ride in. Alone?

We were expecting the wagon Master.

Had to stay on it. For what I understand.

Come on, Eddie.

Let's get set off for the night.

Oh, you know where that is, don't you?

Yeah.

If you had to steal from Slinger one
in Nebraska and Missouri

with $5,000 to half a dozen county
sheriffs, anyway, they bring them in

to join us for South

riding on a hope

heading for a town called. And.

What's he doing here?

Looking for a couple of horses.

Tell him we didn't have any spare.

Don't tangle with him.

No, I don't intend to.

Oh, you better dig in.

Lots of things to check on.

Couldn't have been a rabbit fricassee.

You and Duke both had to help us

out of the blaze here.

This. Neglect all the wagons.

I'll be ready to roll in the morning.

Garden the horses do. Jefferson

expecting trouble?

What's the matter?

Look at not your tongue.

Oh. How far is it? So?

Five years.

Life is like a circle, Eddie.

Ride far enough

to end up right back where you started.

We're not waiting till.

Morning
for a couple of wind broken horses.

We're riding.

Not here tonight.

My two best horses in that corral.

Have managed to slip back
a long way to earth.

You good?

You know me.

I was and hoped you'd leave here
without causing any trouble.

You figure

stopping me?

I'm going to try.

You get out of here.

Wasn't my idea.

I told him we should.

We should mosey out and get on your own
horse and get out of here while.

You can.

Move.

I would have.

Given you a chance in three
in a shootout with Judge.

Do you. Deal?

You mean he's famous?

No, said our horse thief.

So anybody needs to know. Yeah, right.

When that guy's over there,

I'm not much to show for a man's life.

$4 and six bets on a faded family picture.

They got to live by

like the show he was or

what he was or why it was,

man, that I had to k*ll because he tried
to steal one of our horses.

You just have to forget about him, Bill.

You know what you're doing, Bill.

Yeah.

I'm going down there to report a k*lling.

They'll be coming.

Moreover,
to see the man who k*lled Judge Deal.

This is as far as it'll go.
Just between us.

As far as anybody else on
this train is concerned.

You k*lled a horse thief. Won't keep Duke.

You know it.

And I know you got to steal it. We buried

even a man like steel as a family
that somebody

would want to know that he's dead.

Maybe somebody might want to know
where he was buried.

You're half the sheriffs up north.

Wouldn't it be a good price
to leave him alone, Bill?

Even where he is. Can't

we know what kind of a

reputation still as a gunslinger?

You could have k*lled me.

But he didn't even have
that hammer back on his p*stol.

It hesitated
just for a fraction of a second.

Then I wanted to commit suicide

like a man that suddenly wanted.

That's.

I'm going to answer.

You know what'll happen
when you tell that sheriff in town?

Just like Charlie said, you'll be a
marked man for the rest of your life.

Be the man who k*lled Judge.

Tell you to get these wagons rolling.

Go, Chris.

I'll catch up with you when I can.

Or will you?

Hello there.

The marshal at noon.

Can I be of any help? Mr. Bill Hawks?

I'm Chris Hill Wagon
Train headed to California.

Oh, Nathan Ford.

I've heard of Mr. Howell.

I envy your traveling, your adventures.

My job is more prosaic.

You see, on the town bank, a what?

It is like trade jobs with you.

Where can I find the marshal?
Rest, Thomas.

Oh, you might find him
almost anywhere in town.

But mostly he kills time
plan pulled out of the saloon.

Thank you.

Yeah,
I noticed you stopped by the memorial.

Did you know cabs?

Do I never judge?

Do the finest men I ever knew?

I rode with them on tangible early.

He was the state's most decorated man.

You know, Mr.

Fox, this town will always remember him
with great honor of.

Just Where did you meet?

Up on Old Mission Road yesterday.

He was headed this way,

Marshal?

Yeah,

Marshal Thomas.

All right, Mr.

West. Rushing it.

Nothing.

It won't keep until you're finished.

Here.

Hold it.

Why do you want to see me about?

It's customary
to report a k*lling to the law.

That's right. Who was k*lled?

Judge Steele.

Judge Steele
tried to steal one of our horses.

I had to k*ll him.

He's buried in a shallow
grave just off Mission Road.

He was headed this way when it happened.

You k*lled someone.

Someone
who is going to take one of your horses

and you come in here with a story about it
being Judge Steele.

What's your angle?

No angle.

I k*lled him.

I thought you ought to know about it.

There's a $5,000 reward on his head
up north.

Are you trying to tell us that Captain
Steele was an outlaw and a m*rder*r?

I don't know about Captain Steele,
but Judge Steele was.

I've got his horse's g*n outside.

I've got to know what he's going to talk

that way about the captain
with all it than all of it.

So I want to show you, gentlemen,

Come on.

It's only about a five minute walk.

I know. It's

Chris.

Look, why don't you go home?

I'll take care of things at the window.

Cook doesn't care.

What does that man know about my husband?

Nathan

Hawkes? Not.

It's not him I'm worried about

Leslie.

There's nobody to.

And he's a bad loser.

If Hawkes gets through to him,
they should begin to suspect.

I know,

but Leslie doesn't know.

All these years, Nathan.

These long trying years.

Maybe it would have been better.

To have left Tom

Hawkes k*lled a horse thief out on Mission
Road.

A man he thought misjudged to

tell Thomas about it
and ride back to his wagon train.

And that'll be the end of it.

What if he doesn't leave?

He'll go.

Why would he stay?

I don't know.

I have a feeling.

You're going home.

I'll take care of things
with Wes and Hawkes.

Yes, Nathan.

A man only dies once, Alex.

Even a man like Judge Steele.

He was k*lled five years ago, saving
the payroll of the blackjack silver mine.

His widow lives in a house
down on Alamo Road.

After seeing all this,

you still figure to tell her
husband was the horse saved?

You k*lled him?

I might.

After I after nothing. Mr..

Now, my advice to you.
Is to get on that horse

and ride out of here
before you get into some real trouble.