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Think she'll get over thisaway?
Best bed them down.
Come on, Tig.
There she goes.
Looks like we're in for it.
You see them?
Can't see them.|Can't hear them.
You ever seen one this bad?
Not since Noah and the flood.
Well, you should know, Boss,|since you was there.
What did you say?
He said, "You should know|since you was there."
Well, even that|wasn't this damn wet.
One thing's certain.
Noah never shoveled as much bull|from them he had aboard.
Let's rustle up some grub.
- That hurt?|- Yeah.
Mose, still got them cards?
Yeah, I got them.
Get them out, and let's have us|a game after breakfast.
Pull them plates under here.
You gonna play them cards, Mose,|or stare a hole through them?
Don't rush me.
I'll take four.
Oh, for pity's sakes.|"Take four."
All right, that's it.
I'm out.
Me too.
A man's trust|is a valuable thing, Button.
You don't want to lose it|for a handful of cards.
Well, at least it ain't raining.
Get yourself dressed, Button.|Help Mose get things cleaned up.
Then you walk out|and look for them horses.
Looks like you could use|a little muscle there, Charley.
You just keep on like you are.
You'll get your chance|soon enough.
No need to ask|for more chores, Mose.
Every man's got to pull|his weight.
Yeah, but my weight|is half of yours.
You know, it's hard to figure|Charley sometimes.
I ain't even sure|if he likes me.
He likes you.
You know, Boss had some pause|about hiring me on.
Too big to get around on horses|and work them cows.
Afraid I'd eat too much.
It was Charley|that talked him into it,
and I ain't one to take|a man's confidence lightly.
You know I ain't, either.
I know you ain't, but it's best|to keep remembering it
if you want respect
when you're riding with men|like Charley and Boss.
Button, pull.
Pull it.
Quit playing with that dog|and pull the wagon!
Pull it!
- Pull!|- Oh, yeah!
Yeah.|That's it.
Hey, hey!|Look at that!
Old Boss sure can cowboy,|can't he?
Broke the mold after him.
Main bunch is working|towards water.
We'll go up-country,|find the rest,
and we'll push them there.
Look at that.
A couple of damn kids.
Anyway, once we get them,
we can start driving them back|closer to camp.
It'll be a while|before we see another town.
Could use supplies,|coffee and such.
You'll have to ride back|to that town we passed.
When you want me to go?
BUTTON:|I'll go.
I can go.
How long you figure, Charley?
Without cows slowing things,|maybe one day there, one back.
Sounds about right.
Come on, Boss.
I can do it.
Sure you can, boy.
Just don't know|if that town's ready
to have you|turned loose on it just yet.
BUTTON:|Damn! Shit!
By God, if you're gonna pick|your feet like a monkey,
you do it downwind.
Swear to God, old Tig|takes better care of herself.
Starting to think|it was a mistake
not getting you on in some town|to learn a trade.
I don't like towns.|Never liked them.
Oh, you're just saying that|'cause you heard me say it.
Get yourself a trade|and set up in a town.
You'll always have|a roof over your head,
a bed up off the ground,
and food no further away|than a café.
Ain't that so, Charley?
That was a big help.
Might as well be talking|to this horse.
Put your boot on, Button.|Let's go to work.
Course, if you was to live|in a town...
You'd have to clean up some.
Otherwise, no one|could stand the stink.
What you do that for?!
Cheating at cards.
I apologized to you for that!
Eh, Boss?|I apologized to him for that.
Evidently he ain't over it yet.
It's getting dark, Boss.
He could have got hurt|between that town and the camp.
Probably just taking his time.
Don't suppose he got into|a poker game, do you?
Wouldn't gamble|your money, Boss.
What if he's lying out there|waiting for us to come along?
We'd never find him tonight.|Now, come on down from there.
He's worried.
- You worried?|- Yeah, I'm worried.
Been worried since yesterday.|Should have sent me.
Mose can look out for himself.
Then why ain't he here with us?
Well, you never was|wanting to go to towns.
Well, I don't want to go now|neither.
But we better find him,|wherever he is.
All right.
You and me strike out early.|Button can watch the outfit.
Button, come on down from there|and get supper a-working.
Most likely be back|before suppertime.
But three sets of eyes,|it's better than two.
- You stay with the wagon.|- Come on, Boss.
No one is gonna bother it.
We haven't seen a single person|since we set up the camp.
I always feel better|if someone's close around.
You been working hard,|deserve a little loafing time.
Stay right here.
Stay, Tig.
Wants to go.
She acts like she does,|but she don't.
Still got the heart,|not the legs.
You keep that rifle close.
Always liked me a sidearm|with some heft.
Took this off a man who couldn't|pay all he owed for some cows.
Damn fine weapon.
Always noticed you favor|something light, don't you?
Set it right down.|Thank you.
- Howdy.|- Howdy.
Like to feed and water them,|curry them down with saddles on.
Okay, that'll be four bits each.
- There you go.|- Thank you.
Not planning on staying long?
Long as it takes to find|who we're looking for.
Maybe I can help you gents.
I been here since Harmonville|was Fort Harmon
and we still had soldiers|to chase off Indians.
I know everybody in town|and for miles beyond.
Big man needing a haircut,|about 30.
That's his rig right there.
Oh, yeah.|Know who you're talking about.
Very friendly young fella.
Looks like he's been living out|of saddlebags most of his life.
Got his horse in the corral.
Ride with you, does he?
Know where we can find him?
Yeah, he's up in the jailhouse.
He got into it|with some cattlemen
over at the general store.
- Some cattlemen.|- Yeah.
Busted them up pretty bad, too,
before Marshal Poole came up
and hit him over the head|with his gun barrel.
Yeah, he's lucky he|didn't get shot in the back.
You might want to keep that|in mind
when you're talking|to Marshal Poole.
Saddle his horse.
That cover what he owes?
Oh, yeah.
Name's Percy if you should need|anything else.
Much obliged.
Hold on.
BAXTER:|How long you had him here?
I brought him in here|yesterday afternoon.
It wasn't easy|getting him into the cell.
Why is that?
Goddamn bear.|Size of it.
Evening.|Name's Boss Spearman.
This here's Charley Waite.
Believe you have|a friend of ours.
Name's Mose Harrison.
Yeah, I got him here.
He started a fight|in the general store.
Mose don't start fights,|just finishes them.
I just said he started it.|You said he didn't.
Maybe you're calling me a liar.
You got a charge against him?
I got plenty.
Inciting a fight.|Disturbing the peace.
Creating a public nuisance.|Take your pick.
Hear tell he got hit|over the head.
He'll be fine.
Well, I come to get him.
Well, you pay the fines,|and you can have him.
How does $50 each offense sound?
Like robbery.
Lot of money.
Oh, yes, a lot of money.
I been waiting for you,|Mr. Spearman.
My name's Denton Baxter.
Be your men Mose tussled with.
That's right.
You know, folks|in Fort Harmon country
don't take to free grazers|or free grazing.
They hate them more than they|used to hate the Indians.
I expect by "folks,"|you mean ranchers like yourself.
I got the biggest spread around.
Bigger than any three or four|put together.
Built it up with me own|two hands,
piece by piece,
along with this town.
And there ain't no|free-graze cattle
gonna take the feed|off my cattle on this range.
Free graze is legal.
Times change, Mr. Spearman.
Most folks change with them.|A few holdouts never do.
You know, a few years back,
a free-graze outfit|came through.
One night,|the cattle got stampeded,
the wagons caught on fire,|and one of those boys
was shot off his horse|in the middle of it all.
Shot in the back, was he?
Your man's horse and rig|are at the livery barn.
You can take him with you|when you leave tonight.
And come sunrise,|you hitch up your wagon
and get your damn|free-graze cattle moving
and keep them moving till you're|out of Fort Harmon country!
Now, you let Mr. Spearman|fetch his man
so he can be on his way.
- Mose.|-
Looks like someone's put the|boots to him after he was down.
Does it?
Mose, you gotta get up.
Charley, I'm glad to see you.
I don't much like this town.
Here you go.
Boy, they really lit into him.
You got a doctor in this town?
Yeah.|Doc Barlow.
It's the house up behind|the barn by the church.
Look for a picket fence.
He's got a sign out front.
Oh, my.|Bring him right in.
Lay him down in there.
I'll fetch the doctor.
Get his legs, Boss.
Easy, easy.
I'm Dr. Barlow.
Boss Spearman.
Charley Waite.
Patient there's Mose Harrison.
He works for me.
These wounds are old.
Easier to treat|if you bring him in right away.
Your marshal had him, and he|don't keep a friendly jail.
This is the man who was in the|fight with Dent Baxter's men?
He certainly gave|as good as he got.
Broke the arm of one.
Knowing them,|they had it coming, I expect.
Let's see what we got here.
- Aah!|- Easy.
- Easy, Mose.|- Easy, Mr. Harrison.
Nobody's trying to hurt you|on purpose.
I'd say you got a couple|of broken ribs.
Gonna need to get|this shirt off.
Sue, I am gonna need some soap,|some water, and some alcohol.
I want you to drink this,|Mr. Harrison.
- That's it.|-
Let's clean up these cuts|on his face.
He's got a nice gash|in his scalp there.
I'd say to good health,
but then I'd probably be out|of business.
We'll drink to good health|for them that have it coming.
The two of you|can wait in the parlor.
Be better he didn't travel.
Well, he'll have to.
How much I owe you, Doctor?
We're even.
I figured I made enough off the|damage he did to Baxter's men.
Wish he'd have made you wealthy.
BOSS: Doc Barlow's got him|a pretty wife.
Notice that, did you?
Well, I ain't dead.
Glad to hear it.
Sweet, too.
Treated us as good as anybody.|That's a real lady.
A woman like that makes a man
think about|setting down roots, eh?
Doc looks like a real|hardworking feller.
Probably working away on making|some little ones, too.
Creates quite a picture,|now, don't it?
Heard they're worth|a thousand words.
Hey, Tig.
Now, where do you suppose he is?
Goddamn kid.
Button's all right, Boss.
Anyone done him harm, they'd|have gone through the wagon.
Reckon you're right.
Here he is.
If you're awake,|you might want to see this.
- Where you been?!|- I seen it before.
BUTTON:|Out with the herd.
I thought I told you|to stay with the wagon.
- What happened to Mose?|- Did you hear what I said?!
Yeah, but what happened?
Run into a little trouble|in that town.
Looks like more than a little.
Are we moving on?
We always do, don't we,|once we've grazed off a place?
Did I do something wrong?
Just leave him be for a while.
Here.|Have some coffee.
Made fresh, for a change.
There was three riders scouting|up the herd this morning.
Maybe half a mile out.
Just sitting there,|looking at the cattle.
BOSS:|Same ones?
BUTTON:|Four this time.
CHARLE Y:|Country's filling up.
BUTTON:|Maybe we should push on.
BOSS:|Do no good, Button.
I seen them like Baxter before.
He means to have this herd|or scatter it to the wind.
BUTTON:|If he was gonna take the herd,
why not just keep you in town?
Marshal already had Mose.
CHARLE Y:|Wants us all in one place.
Far from there when it happens.
Don't make no sense, him telling|us to move on and all.
Weren't the only thing he said.
Most time, a man will tell you|his bad intentions
if you listen,|let yourself hear.
A few years back, a free-graze|outfit come through.
That weren't no idle story.
BOSS:|Let's find out for certain.
Beautiful country.
A man can get lost out here,
forget there's people and things|that ain't so simple as this.
How long we been|riding together, Charley?
Nigh on 10 years.
You know what they call that,|call it a decade.
Long time.
Been a lot of change since then.
What's on your mind, Boss?
Way I figure it, we can leave|the cattle and run,
or you and me can go in the dark|and stop them
before they scatter the herd.
You reckon them cows are worth|getting killed over?
The cows is one thing.
But one man telling another
where he can go in this|country's something else.
That rancher sat|in that jailhouse,
sneering and letting|his lawman lay down the law
till he figured|it was time to show us
that he gave the orders|around here.
Ooh, sticks in my craw.
Well, we sure as hell owe them|for what they done to Mose.
I'll saddle the horses.
You two keep a sharp eye out.
Got the scatter-gun.|We'll be watching for them.
You'll want to douse that fire.
Button, keep to the wagon.
I don't want to see you|out in the open.
I got some sugar in that town.
It's in the wagon.
I wouldn't want to have him|coming down on me
like these cowboys.
What the hell's the matter|with you, Gus?
You're twitching all damn night.
Damn back's so sore from being|flung into that stove.
Feel like I been humped|by a 300-pound whore.
Well, Gus, I'd say|you got off easy.
Look at my face.
Well, you can bet Butler will|square things with that big man
for breaking his arm and all.
Did you hear it snap?
I heard it snap.
Lucky for him he shoots|with either hand.
BOSS:|One twitch, and you're in hell!
Now, get on your feet,|all of you!
Now, throw them guns|on the ground.
I ain't a-gonna say it again.
And kick them away.
Which one of you's got|a sore back?
Which one?
- You're Gus?|- Yeah.
Ought not gang up on a man|three-to-one.
Wait a minute, mister.
- It wasn't our idea to jump him.|- Shut up, Wylie.
Get up, you son of a bitch.
- What's your name?|- Vince.
Mighty nice tie-down you got.|You're a gunhand, are you?
- You fast?|- No.
How many riders does he have?
I said, how many riders?
The rest are on their way|to your wagon.
Uhh! Aah!
You want to smile now, go ahead.
Be a while before he's of use.
Charley, throw me|them saddlebags.
Put your spook hats on.
The ones in your belt,|put them on.
Now get your britches off.
Not taking my britches off|for nobody.
You listen out|of your good ear now.
Now, get them off!
Pretty scary bunch, eh, Charley?
Get belly-down, flat-out!
Get your peckers in the dirt.
- Hyah! Hah!|-
If I hear so much|as a twig break...
I'll come back|and kill you all.
No Tig come to meet us.
Ooh.|The bastards.
They shot the boy,|but he's alive.
Is that Mose?
He's dead.
Shot him in the head.
Charley, get the lantern|and the whiskey.
Come on, wake up.
They shot him here and|cracked him in the head here.
We'll have to dig|that bullet out.
CHARLE Y:|You done good, Boss.
Him going in and out like that.
I don't know.|He lost a lot of blood.
A whack on the head|can make a man strange
for the rest of his days.
Well, you done all you can.
He needs a doctor now.
If Button lives through morning,
you take him in the wagon|and move on.
You just gonna sit out here|waiting with them cows?
That's right.
And I'm gonna kill|every son of a bitch
that comes to take them.
For one man on open ground,
you sure got a lot|of killing in mind.
You know I never|gone against you, Boss.
Always let you do|most of the talking.
But he needs that doctor|back in that town,
and I aim to take him.
If you want to come,|we'll go together.
Otherwise, you do what you|have to do, I'll do the same.
You think they'll let you waltz|in there and waltz out?
I don't figure into it.
Button deserves every chance|we can give him.
All right.
But I aim to kill Baxter|and those that done this.
And if that marshal gets in the|way, I'm gonna kill him, too.
So you best get your mind right|about what's got to be done.
I got no problem|with killing, Boss.
Never have.
Looks real nice, Charley.
Yeah, a man ought to have|something to show he was here.
Be gone in another big storm.
Don't matter none.|He's got your dog for company.
He'd like it you put|old Tig with him.
Yeah, he was more|Mose's dog in the end
than he was mine.
Be right to say some words.
You want to speak|with the man upstairs, do it.
I'll stand right here|and listen,
but I ain't talking|to that son of a bitch.
And I'll be holding a grudge
for him letting this befall|a sweet kid like Mose.
Well, he sure as hell|wasn't one to complain.
Woke with a smile.
Seemed like he could keep it|there all day.
Kind of man that'd say|"good morning" and mean it,
whether it was or not.
To tell you the truth, Lord,|if there was two gentler souls,
I never seen them.
Seemed like old Tig wouldn't|even kill birds in the end.
Well, you got yourself|a good man and a good dog,
and I'm inclined to agree|with Boss
about holding a grudge|against you for it.
I guess that means "amen."
BOSS:|Charley, you all right?
I'm fine.
Seems like you was, you know...
I said I'm fine.
Just got some old feelings|coming up.
You know, we never asked|each other much.
That's always been okay with me.|I figured it was okay with you.
But you said some things|the last couple of days.
Things that seemed like they had|kind of a history to them.
Hey, Charley?
Don't stand behind me, Boss.
When I was a kid, a bunch of us|would go into the woods
with our peashooters.
Nothing fancy, just enough|to kill a bird or a squirrel,
maybe something larger|if we was lucky.
Killed my first man|in them woods.
Held the paper on our farm,|and after my pa died,
he'd come around to get payment|from my mom in any way he could.
Weren't much older than Button|when I shot him in the throat.
Knew there'd be more killing, so|I run off and joined the Army.
War was on.
They was only too happy|to have me.
My first skirmish was like|hunting with my friends.
We just sat up in some trees,|and they came marching at us.
Must have been a hundred of them|dead after the smoke cleared.
Went around and shot the rest|who weren't.
Those of us with the knack|was made into a special squad
so we could travel light|and on our own
into enemy territory.
Orders were pretty simple.|Make trouble wherever we could.
With room like that, it wasn't|long before we was killing men
that weren't even in uniform.
Seemed like that went on|the rest of the war.
After that, I come West.
Lot of call for a man|with them skills.
And I put them to work|for men just like Baxter.
Every once in a while,|I almost get through a day
without thinking|about who I am, what I'd done.
He drifted off again.
No better, but no worse, either.
You're a real honest man,|Charley.
Well, I ain't gonna lie|about Button.
Not Button I'm talking about.
- Mr. Spearman.|- The doctor in?
No, he's not here.
We got a boy that's hurt bad.
Here, put him|in the examining room.
It's not his hearing, ma'am.
He hears real well|when he's awake.
Mr. Spearman, I'm checking|if there's blood in his ears.
It could mean a fractured skull.
Are you the boy's father?
No, ma'am.
His name's Button,|and he works for me.
It appears that's|not very healthy.
You know the way to the parlor.|Sit down.
I'll be a while.
Well, I don't think|it's a fracture.
Concussion's more likely,|but it's bad.
I have to admit, we don't see|a lot of people shot.
I cleaned and dressed the wound.|Doesn't look infected.
What about the fever?
He needs to lay still|and let his body do its work.
No offense, ma'am,|but we come a long way
to see that the boy gets looked|after proper by Dr. Barlow.
Now, where's he at?
One of Dent Baxter's hands
came and fetched him|out to the ranch.
Some men there had an accident|night before last.
You must tell me what happened,|Mr. Spearman.
Baxter sent his men|to stampede the herd,
and I figured me and Charley|to stop them.
Surprised them where they was|hiding, and we had at them.
Them's the one Dr. Barlow's|putting back together.
We got back to camp, others|had shot Mose in the head,
shot Button, left him for dead.
Shot our dog.
I'll be getting money.
It's not necessary.
We pay our way, ma'am.
Please, sit, Mr. Waite.
Button.|Is that his real name?
Please, sit.
Yeah, it's the only one|we've known.
He's just a boy.
Picked him up in a Texas town|a few years back,
living off café garbage.
Couldn't speak a word|of English.
Thought we was doing him|a favor.
What about you?
You know that the marshal|works for Baxter.
People saw you ride in.
There's payment to be made|by them that done this.
Don't intend to run.
We could wire|for the federal marshal.
If he started riding today,|he wouldn't make it for a week.
With the storm coming,|maybe longer.
We're obliged to deal with the|marshal and Baxter ourselves.
What about Button?
Well, he's fighting|for his life.
We're gonna do the same.
Whatever's needed for Button,|you do it.
If he wakes, he's gonna need|to stay here a couple days
so we can watch him.
Whatever's best for him.
Can't stay away from|my little paradise, gents?!
Believe Satan says the same at|the gates of hell, old-timer!
We'd like to put the horses up.|Had a tough trail.
I'd like to set|the wagon yonder.
Help yourself!|Hurry up, though!
I seen it like this before!
Big one's coming!
Hyah, hyah, hyah!
Son of a bitch.
Sorry, Charley.
Jesus Christ.
Ooh, hoo, hoo, hoo!
Maybe you should have built it|in another spot.
Ah, mercy.
MAN:|Get the dog!
Get the dog!
Get the dog!
It's a dog there, Charley.
Take this.
There he is.|Back here, Charley!
To your left!|To your left!
Get him!|Get him!
You all right, Charley?
Yeah, considering|I've just been swimming.
I owe you, mister.
That's a sweet pup|you got there.
Remind you of anyone, Charley?
Small version.
Too small to be let out|in this weather.
Belongs to my daughter.
I tried to grab him, but|the water was too fast for me.
If you're going into the café,
I'd be proud to buy you both|a cup of coffee.
Coffee would be good about now.
This is like the storm|that washed away Gunnison
10, 12 years back.
The water come down|from the mountains.
Nowhere to go|but straight into town.
- Killed a lot of folks.|- It's okay, Bill.
Town's been here|a long time, Mack.
It'll be here a lot longer.
That's right, Papa.
Every once in a while,|a good storm washes through
and leaves her as clean|as a baby's bottom.
Got to look|on the bright side, gents.
Meat and spuds, Les, as always.
That should cover our meal.
Worth a man's life to walk|across that road tonight.
Thanks for the coffee.
Well, appreciate what you done.
That'll be two bits.
Two bits.
I'll be having words|with you two.
And we'll be having more|than that with you, Marshal.
No need to make|the café messy... with folks.
I've got a warrant sworn out|for your arrest
for assaulting Baxter's men.
We got a warrant sworn|for attempted murder
for them that tried|to kill the boy
who's laying over there|at the doc's.
Swore out another one
for them that murdered the big|fellow you had in your cell.
Only ours ain't writ|by no tin star
bought and paid for, Marshal.
It's writ by us.|And we aim to enforce it.
Is that so?
We got no quarrel|with none of you folks.
Baxter's men bushwhacked|our friend and shot him dead.
Shot a 16-year-old boy, too.
And clubbed him so hard...
He might not live.
Tried to take our cattle.
Your marshal here ain't gonna do|nothing about it.
You don't like free grazers|in this town.
We don't much like being here.
But a man's got a right|to protect his property
and his life.
And we ain't letting no rancher|or his lawman take either.
We got no intention|of harming bystanders.
Anyone who helps or comforts
these goddamn lawbreaking|free grazers
is gonna have to deal with me.
Your call, Marshal.
We don't have to settle this|here and now.
You ain't going nowhere|in this weather.
But I'll be seeing you gents|real soon.
You can count on that.
That marshal ain't gonna wait.
That son of a bitch is gonna get|some men, come looking for us.
He's gonna need us locked up|tight in that jail
by the time Baxter hits town,|'cause if we ain't,
Baxter's gonna start to think
that maybe Marshal Poole ain't|worth what he's paying him.
You got something on your mind,|just spit it out.
Well, I say we take him|right at the jail.
Lock him up, wait for Baxter|to come riding in.
Hell, Charley, why don't we|just ride out to Baxter's ranch
and go straight at him, too?
Well, I'll fight|wherever you want, Boss.
You just make the call.
God damn it.
Now, hold on, Charley.|Hold on.
Well, you asked me.|I told you.
Charley, come on in|out of the rain, would you?
Come on.
Come on.
Just getting testy|in my old age.
Sounds like it's not|such a bad idea.
Just roll it around|is all I ask.
All right.
What'd you think of my speech|in there?
Liked it.
Maybe I ought to run|for mayor.
Well, I believe officeholders|got to be living, Boss.
BOSS:|Come to see about the boy.
He's asleep.|But, please, come in.
Are you sure, ma'am?|We're a mite rank.
We don't want to mess|your house.
No, no.|No, please, it's all right.
Come on in.
Thank you, ma'am.
There you are.
I can't get my fingers in.
We can't get our big fat fingers|in these holes.
- |- Too many broke knuckles.
Oh, let me get you|something bigger.
- No, ma'am, we can make do.|- No, no. It's all right.
It's just nice to be sitting|at a table set with fine china.
Those were my mother's.
They were the only things|of hers
that survived the trip|out here.
I don't know why|I bring them out.
I can't hold them, either.
Guess it just makes me|feel good.
BOSS: I say what's|on my mind, good or bad.
SUE:|I admire that.
Try living with it.
See that?
No need for a wife or home.
We're just like a...|an old married couple.
So, is it marriage|that scares you two
- or putting down roots?|- No. Who'd have him?
All rangy and mangy|like a rough old dog.
How about I hold|your head underwater
for just a little while?
BOSS:|I married once.
Never knowed that,|did you, Charley?
Had a wife and child.
Sweet little spread, too.
It was nothing fancy,|but we was young.
Loved each other.
Never had a cross word.
They caught the typhus|and died.
And after that, home didn't seem|a place to spend time.
Believe I've changed|my mind on that
now that I'm getting on|in years.
If Button lives|and we survive Baxter,
I swear I aim to see to it|there's a home he's sleeping in
instead of the cold prairie.
Have yourself a last cup|of tea, Charley.
I'd like to see Button again,|Miss Barlow.
Of course.
I know the way.
Been riding with him 10 years.
Never said nothing|about being married.
Where are you and Mr. Spearman|spending the night?
Don't rightly know.
It... depends on circumstances.
You mean Marshal Poole?
We have a spare room.|It's yours if you want it.
Couldn't do that, ma'am.
We'd be putting you in a spot|with the marshal and Baxter.
Besides, it's a small town.
Wouldn't look right,|particularly with the doc away.
I'll take those.
You know where they go?
I saw.
Thank you.
Been raining like hell|ever since we got here.
Water washing right down|Main Street.
Charley saved a pup|from being washed away.
Looked a little like old Tig.
Now, if you can, you got to|listen and pay attention.
'Cause I got something|important to say.
I ain't been looking after you|for you to go out this way.
The world ain't|a perfect place, Button.
But you got|unfinished business here.
So you come back,|you hear me, now?
You come back.
Kind of dumb talking to him|like that.
No, it's good.
You all right, Mr. Spearman?
Believe I'm as right as a man|can be under the circumstances.
Circumstances? That's just what|Mr. Waite called them.
I asked him to reconsider,|and I'm asking you.
By "reconsider,"|you mean tuck tail and run?
I mean save your life and his.
He'll listen to you.
Charley thinks for hisself,|Miss Barlow.
He's a good man, and he knows|what has to be done.
I'll be paying you now|for whatever else Button needs.
In case it goes bad|for Charley and me,
maybe you and the doc will see|we're taken care of properly.
I'd like to put pen to paper|if you have them.
Yes. Of course.
SUE:|Mr. Waite?
Look at my face.
- Oh! Sorry!|-
|I'm sorry.
It's all right, Charley.
Okay?|It just be us.
It's all right, Charley.
It's all right, Charley.
It's all right.|I'll get it.
Jumpy is all.
She ought not to sneak up|like that.
She weren't sneaking.
I scared that woman|half to death.
Yeah.|Scared me a little bit, too.
Well, that's how it is, Boss.
Ain't a pretty picture.
Got your wits about you now?
It weren't as bad as it looked.
I'll bet.
Go! Hyah!
Two whiskeys, barkeep.
Barkeep!|Two whiskeys.
You see that sign?
Around these parts,|free grazers is the first.
Now, he asked you twice.
Ain't gonna ask again.
Hey, Bill, it's all right.
These are the fellows|that saved my dog.
I couldn't serve them|if they saved Jesus himself.
Mr. Baxter would have my job.
Baxter the owner?
That's right.
Give me a bottle.|I'll serve them myself.
You know I can't do that.
Now we'll have our drinks.
Believe I'll have me another.
Well, looks like the rain's|let up a bit.
Well, if it don't,
there'll be trout fishing|right on Main Street.
I'd like you to meet my boys.
Ray and Cory.
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