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Whaa. Whaa.

Whaa. Whoa.

- I help? - Sure. Thanks.

Thanks again, injun.

Very kind.

Maybe you'll take my place in the gallows.

Get in.

He's added so much to the last couple of days.

Yeah.

I can't think of a nicer way to spend a vacation.

- All set, Joe. - Go on!

Yah!

Indio, go wrangle them horses.

Reb, help him.

Tate!

Bring that box.

You all right?

There's a lawman in there.

You know them two, Red?

Way she was carrying on, she knows that 'un.

Who is he, Red?

His name's Matt Dillon. He's dead.

Not yet he ain't.

Read on that.

"United States Marshal Matthew Dillon."

Matt Dillon.

Well, howdy.

Sure make for some unhappy folks in Dodge if he died.

They got him standing kind of tall.

According to these here papers, that one down there's Monk Wiley.

Ain't all that big is what I've heard.

He's a heap bigger than you, I'll tell you.

So that's Monk Wiley, huh?

Tate, there ain't but 800 dollars and a bunch of papers here.

- 800 dollars? - 800 dollars, Tate.

How about that, Tate?

Jud right here about the marshal, Red?

What?

That Dodge City'd come unhinged if he got killed.

Boys, I think we got us a windfall anyways.

Get them two out of there.

Eli, see what you can do with them two.

Who are they?

It's been a right pleasuresome ride, ma'am.

- Don't put your hands on me again. - Come on, Red.

- This Wiley's shoulder's popped out. - Where'd they come from?

They were on the stage.

Likely be a couple of carcasses, though, time you get through working on 'em.

I've saved your bacon more than once.

- Who's he? - Matt Dillon.

Luke.

- What did Tate bring him here for? - Well, Tate's got plans for him, Eli.

You brother's plans only mean more work for me.

- Gotta earn your cut, Eli. - Earn my cut, eh?

You and your smart-mouth talk.

Earn my cut more than you do.

Never brought a woman here before.

Get out of the way.

Eli.

How bad is he hurt, Eli?

It's hard to say.

Well, I want him alive.

Nothing much I can do about it, Tate. He's all broken up inside.

He lives, he lives.

I said I want him alive.

Why?

I figure you'll work all the harder to get that ransom for us, Red,

if he's still breathing.

Ransom?

That's the only reason you're here, Red, to go fetch it.

- It figures. - How you doing?

- My side hurts. - Could be a broken rib.

Well, you fix it up for her.

I want her to ride.

- Let's get a look at it. - You keep your hands off!

The lady's proper, Eli. She can't go undressing in front of us.

Ain't that right, boys?

Jud, go outside, help Indio with the horses.

In there.

I said get away!

Eli!

Now, you do what he says, Red,

and don't you mouth off around here never.

Come on.

Let's get them horses unsaddled.

Do yourself a favor, don't rile him.

He's not a man to rile.

- What are you doing? - I'm gonna set his shoulder.

Your shoulder was out and I set it. You're among friends.

That's right, Monk Wiley. You're back with your own kind.

Tate Crocker's gonna greet you like a long-lost brother.

You're gonna make a fine pair.

You're never gonna learn, are you, missy?

I'll get you a sling for that arm.

Tate's gonna wanna talk to you.

Kitty, what's going on here? Are you hurt?

It's nothing, nothing.

Listen, Tate Crocker and his gang have got us.

They robbed the stage.

They think that you're Monk Wiley.

- Where's Wiley? - He's in the other room dying.

They think he's you. I pinned your badge on him.

Good.

- Where's my gun? - They've got it.

- There's nothing you can do now. - Kitty, we gotta get you out of here.

They're planning on sending me to Dodge for your ransom.

All right.

Then when you get out of here, you keep going, don't come back.

Oh, Matt.

That stage wasn't much worth the trouble.

800 dollars.

That'll be a whole heap more if that sheriff lives.

Brother Tate, Jud's right about the way Dodge feels.

How much you figure they gonna come up with?

- Ten thousand. - Ten thousand dollars?

Ten thousand dollars?

- Come on, you gotta be kidding. - Ten thousand!

- You gotta be kidding. - Shut it!

Do what I tell you. I'll think of something.

Looks like it's gonna be quite a while before you see Dodge City.

Sorry to disappoint that marshal friend of yours.

I just can't quite believe that.

There'll be a few other folks disappointed,

the hangman in Hays City for one.

- You must be Tate Crocker. - That's right.

- I'm Monk Wiley. - I know all about you, Monk Wiley.

Did the Ashton bank job all by yourself, didn't you?

- Guess I'm in your debt. - I'll collect.

- How are you feeling? - I've felt some better.

Maybe you ought to take it easy for a while.

Gotta get on my feet, see if I can move around.

How's he?

No different than he was five minutes ago.

There's grub, such as it is. Or there's whiskey if you want that.

Whiskey's almost gone. Only grub is beans.

You get me some meat and greens and you'll get better meals.

We won't worry about that, Eli. Is this woman ready to ride?

- I ain't got to her. - Well, then, get to her.

- Nothing I can do but wrap her side up. - Then wrap her side up.

I been riding with that woman and this marshal friend of hers for two days.

I figure I get first claim on her.

Well, there ain't much her marshal friend there is gonna say about that.

How much you figure you could've got out of that Ashton job?

I don't know. Five, six thousand maybe.

Well, I'm gonna get ten thousand for him.

There ain't gonna be no sweat to it, neither.

How do you figure?

Them good folks in Dodge City gonna come up with their life savings

when Red tells 'em the fix he's in.

That's the way I'm gonna do it.

I call and raise ten.

- What? - I raise you ten.

I fold.

You ain't getting no more from me, friend.

Get the beans.

Come on, somebody, deal.

Trying to rob that bank single-handed wasn't the smartest thing.

- I've managed before. - No doubt it showed grit.

Not much else, I mean, getting took the way you did.

I got took cos I didn't run.

Nobody run me out of the Dakotas, mister.

Just taking it from what you said.

How comes it's always like you're trying to twist what I say, huh?

When are you gonna send that woman into Dodge for the ransom?

When the marshal comes around.

Why don't you send her now while she knows he's still alive?

Oh, she'll go, when she knows for sure.

All right, you're calling the shots.

Yep, and don't you never forget that.

- It might take some getting used to. - You saw I draw three cards!

- You'll manage. - Deal me out.

There's been too much luck for one man to suit me.

- What's that supposed to mean? - Just what do you think?

Jud, back off!

You hear me?

Go on.

Eli, get out of here.

I ain't. I'm busy.

You weasel.

You ought to be ashamed of yourself talking to an old man like that.

You want a drink, Red?

Go crawl in a hole.

There's a town called Spivvy a few miles up the road.

I'm gonna be sending Frankie and Jud up there for supplies.

- Think you up to making the trip? - Don't worry about me.

Indio's gonna be trading those stage horses in on some saddle mounts.

I figured you'd like to go along and pick yourself out one.

Well, I'll need a gun for that.

- Would that marshal's gun suit you? - I said drink it.

Suit me fine.

You're gonna drink it, lady, one way or another.

Get your hands off her.

You keep out of this or I'll put you back to sleep.

I said get your hands off her.

I've had my fill for one day.

Jud! You hold it right there.

Nice and easy.

I'm gonna kill him.

How about that, Wiley? Think you can handle this?

- It's up to him. - Give him a gun.