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Dolan?
Dolan!
Sorry about that bump.
Bump? What bump?
Well, now that you're awake, you gonna come up here and spell me or not?
I'm a passenger, not a driver.
Listen, Dolan...
Jump!
Now, took you long enough to get him.
Didn't. Moved like an Apache.
Yeah, you must be gettin' old. Must be.
Let's see the damage. I've had worse.
Shut up and lean back.
Tie this thing, will ya?
How do you figure it, Ben?
Why the bushwhack?
That's right, ask a lot of fool questions while I bleed to death.
Well, he didn't try to kill us.
Mean anything to you? Yeah.
Means you figured on burying me here.
Now, get that coach up on its four legs,
and get me...
I hope you fainted, but I doubt it.
Who is it?
It's Claire, Mr. Flood.
Hi.
I told you to be here when I got back, didn't I?
Don't be mad. Wait'll you see what I brought.
It's the latest thing from the east.
I'm sorry, Mr. Flood. I only wanted to surprise you...
When I tell you to do something, you damn well do it.
I know, but I thought I'd be back...
I'll tell you when to think and what.
I just wanted to look especially nice for you.
That's all it was, Mr. Flood.
I swear.
All right, Claire, honey.
How you gonna look especially nice if you cry, huh?
I wouldn't ever do anything against you, Mr. Flood.
That's the honest truth.
What did you buy, honey?
Can I show you?
If it's something to put on, put it on.
Mr. Flood?
Yarbrough. Glad you're back.
We run into a little trouble.
Go on. Get on with it.
Well, this morning, uh, one of the new men,
Toby Wheelock...
He started roughin' up that storekeeper, McGivern.
That's your job.
I know, but sometimes them young fellers
is always tryin' to make a name for themselves.
How bad is McGivern?
It ain't McGivern. It's Wheelock.
That storekeeper went and killed him with a pitch fork.
Well, McGivern knew Wheelock was one of my men.
Now that puppy dog deputy's tryin' to take hisself serious.
Says he's gonna hold McGivern for trial.
That's good enough.
He's entitled to a fair trial.
Whatever you say, Mr. Flood.
Well, that's the law.
Well, Gus,
how long will it take you to round up a jury?
Oh, uh, 10, 15 minutes.
Hmm.
Make that a half hour.
Right, Mr. Flood.
Jace, you see anything?
I swear, I just don't know what got into me.
Stupid.
That's what I am, just plain stupid.
No argument from me.
I was just minding my own business
when he comes in, and he starts shoving me around.
Like a fool, I... I lose my temper and...
Here they come.
I should've quit this town right after the sheriff got bushwhacked.
But you didn't, Jace. Remember that. You didn't.
Just wishin', Charlie, that's all.
Open up, Jace.
I want McGivern.
He's my prisoner, Mr. Flood. Nobody gets him.
You're protecting a murderer, Jace.
That's my job. He gets a fair trial.
Good enough, but the town's gonna try him right now.
Uh, no, sir.
The first of the month, when the circuit judge comes by.
That's fair enough.
I mean...
Well, a week or so won't make too much difference.
Will it, Mr. Flood?
Hear that, Jace?
McGivern's got friends out here.
Sure, but I gotta wait for the judge.
You got exactly one minute to open that door, Deputy,
or Nat here is gonna drop this package
right down that chimney and open it for ya.
Fifty seconds.
Forty seconds.
Thirty seconds.
Jace! Give me a gun and let me out.
Twenty seconds.
Can't, Charlie.
I'll do my best, I promise you that.
Ten seconds.
You pointing that Winchester at me, sonny?
I'm ordering you and your men to leave, Mr. Flood.
You drop that gun and get out of my way right now.
Even if your men kill me, I'll still take you with me when I go down.
Then we'll both be dead.
Your choice, sonny.
You make it.
Looks like this tin is a little too heavy for you, sonny.
All right. That's enough.
Folks, a town without a duly elected sheriff becomes a lawless town.
I propose we elect a sheriff right now.
I nominate Gus Torrey.
Hmm. Hey, Simms, you wanna second it?
Yeah, I second it.
Good, any other nominations?
Ryan?
You wanna nominate anybody?
Well, you're a man that usually has something to say.
Got any suggestions?
Mmm-hmm. You?
Well, it looks like it's unanimous there, Jess.
Congratulations.
Do a good job for us, huh?
Well, I aim to, Mr. Flood, starting now.
Yarbrough, Simms... I'm deputizing you.
Murderer in there wants a trial.
All right, let's pick a jury.
Johnson, Ramirez...
Uh, no.
No!
The law says you gotta give me a trial!
Jace!
Jace, for God's sake, stop them! Stop them.
Jace!
All right.
This man killed Toby Wheelock. In self-defense.
A man's got a right to defend himself and his property.
Sheriff. Jury?
Guilty! Guilty! No, Jace! I told you!
I told you I was just trying to defend myself!
No... No, Jace!
Stop them! Stop them! Somebody help me!
Give me a fair trial! Help!
Turn him loose!
Now, Molly, honey,
a hanging's no place for you.
There won't be a hanging.
Jury says there will. It's all legal.
Tell your men to turn McGivern loose.
You're interrupting justice, Molly.
Not one more step. Now, turn him loose.
Feels just like old times, doesn't it, honey?
Let me go!
Let go!
Get on with it.
Right, Mr. Flood.
Boys...
Whoa-up.
Yee-hoo-hoo-hoo! Yahoo!
Whoa.
Hey, friend.
Yeah?
Where's the Lang and Hickman stage office?
Huh?
Do you know where the Lang stage office is?
It's down the far end of that street, going south.
Much obliged. Hyah-hyah!
I'm sure glad to see you, Mr. Hickman.
My name's Dolan.
Hickman's been shot. Get a doctor.
Oh.
Well, how bad is he?
Get a doctor.
Oh, yeah.
At the top of the stairs, the room to your right.
He'll need some tendin', Molly.
I'll take care of him.
Lots of strong beef broth with barley.
Yeah. That'll be $1, Mr. Dolan.
She'll pay it.
I have some money downstairs.
Tell me, Doc,
do you have many hangings in this town?
Can't say.
That fella strung up in the plaza... What did he do?
I wouldn't know.
He oughta be up and around inside a week or so.
Hope so.
You always leave them dangling overnight?
Never noticed.
Any particular reason you never noticed?
Yes, Mr. Dolan.
My wife and children.
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