Buchanan Rides Alone

Hey, Lew! You want to check this one?

- He don't look like much. Hey mister! - Morning.

Ride over here and get off your horse.

He told you to get down.

- What for? - I'll ask the questions.

Go ahead. I can hear you fine, right from where I'm sitting.

Mister, I don't want to have to shoot you off that horse.

And I sure wouldn't want you to, Sheriff.

Check his saddle bags first.

Wasting your time.

Only thing I've got on me's worth a hoot is this here gun belt.

Sheriff, give me the price of a good meal and a night's lodging

and you can have this whole caboodle.

What do you say?

Somebody chasing you, Roy?

You do that on purpose, Lafe.

Why don't you grow up, Roy?

What's the matter with him?

Same old thing, getting himself in trouble across the line.

- Where you heading, mister? - West Texas.

West Texas! Ha! I should have knowed it!

You know one West Texan can always spot another West Texan

by the way he sets his horse, or walks down the street.

Or totes his gun. I'm from West Texas. Name's Pecos.

- Glad to know you. - This one ain't carrying nothing, Lew.

We get enough drifters coming across the border with nothing in their pockets.

I wouldn't linger in Agry Town if I was you.

I ain't gonna linger no place until I get back where I belong.

You're the man to see. I want to get a room.

Cost you ten dollars. In advance.

Well, I'm not staying a week, I just want a room for the night.

Well, it will still cost you ten dollars.

I know I've got some tens in here somewhere. I...

I could change one of them fifties for you, sir.

- You sure it wouldn't be too much trouble? - Oh, not at all, sir.

- There you are, Mr, er...? - The name's Buchanan.

Your room is the first one at the head of the stairs, sir.

I'll use it later. Where can I get something to eat?

They'll fix you up with a good steak across at the saloon.

Oh, Mr Buchanan, a border town ain't no place

to go walking around carrying a lot of money on you.

I'd advise you to leave it with me in the safe.

It's safe right where it is.

Be sure to tell Nacho that Amos Agry sent you.

You related to him?

He's my brother.

The Sheriff's my brother too. His name's Lew Agry.

Looks like you got mighty high connections.

Morning, dad.

Don't you ever do that again!

I'll do it every time you go chasing across the border.

- I'll settle for a lot but not another woman. - What are you talking about?

- Where'd you get those scratches? - I rode through some brush.

Looks like you tried to ride through some Mexican wildcat.

Why, you...!

If you wanna live, you get me that bottle of whiskey.

I can't do it, Roy, your father gave me strict orders.

Get me that bottle or I'll come back and take it!

- I can't do it, Roy. - How about me?

I was told I could get some whiskey and a good steak here.

You watch out who you're pushing, mister.

Just looked like your arguing wasn't getting you anywhere,

and I'm a mighty hungry man.

I don't want no steak that's out and out raw,

I want the middle on the red side...

This ain't a very friendly town.

If I was you, I'd get out of here quick.

That was Roy Agry you just hit, mister.

Ain't there anybody in this town that ain't an Agry?

Please go, señor.

While I'm waiting for that steak, I'll buy a bottle. Of that one.

What I don't drink I'll take with me.

- How much? - Ten dollars.

- The steak? - Ten dollars.

Good thing I'm only staying over the night.

Sure is a ten dollar town.

Hey, kid! How about a shot of this? Maybe you need it.

Hold it, son, I built up a small hanker myself.

Nacho, you're fixing up trouble for yourself.

Amos, I didn't give him the bottle. He gave it to him.

Your son looked like he could use a drink.

He ain't no son of mine.

I'd appreciate it if you'd bring that bottle back here.

You know what I'm gonna do?

If you keep pulling on that bottle I do.

When I finish this, I'm gonna kill you.

Now that's just Jim Dandy, son.

But in the meantime, would you mind bringing me my steak?

Lew!

What do you want?

- You've got to get over the saloon right away. - What for?

Roy's been drinking and he says he's gonna kill a fella.

Oh, Roy ain't got guts enough to kill nobody.

Maybe not sober, but when he's been drinking there just ain't nothing he ain't liable to do.

- Well, what's it to you what Roy does? - Well, he's our nephew, ain't he?

Besides, that fella's carrying a lot of money. I seen it.

Lew, if you ain't gonna try and stop him I'm gonna go tell Simon.

- Stop worrying. Roy ain't gonna kill nobody. - Lew, I tell you...

Shut up and get out of here.

Oh...

"A lot of money."

What did we miss, Waldo?

Let's finish the hand and go find out.

Put one of these on the wall right above the bar, Nacho.

- Muy bien. - You might put another one over here.

It's not my fault, Mr Carbo. I did not serve Roy the whiskey.

Didn't say you did.

Roy is going to kill him.

He is?

Well...

- Mighty tasty steak. - Thank you, señor.

Anybody wants me, I'll be over at the hotel getting some shut-eye.

The name's Buchanan.

Quite a town!

Roy Agry! Pick up your gun!

- Do not do this, boy. - Take it easy son, he's drunk.

Stay where you are.

No, palito, no. Please! Please go back home.

I will after I kill him.

If you kill him you will never see your home again.

Stay out of there.

Take him over to the jail house and wait for him to come to.

When I hang a man, I like him to know what's going on.

So they got Roy.

I told you what was gonna happen.

You told me! You couldn't have been more wrong.

- You said he was going to kill somebody. - He was.

Nacho, tell the undertaker to get his wagon over here.

I guess I better go tell Simon.

Don't be gone too long or you'll miss the hanging.

You ain't never seen a double hanging, have you, Amos?

You're gonna hang Mr Buchanan?

- That's right. - Why?

The way I figure, he and the Mex were in this together.

Yeah.

- How much do you figure's in that purse, Lew? - Well, it's hard to say.

If it wasn't for me you wouldn't have known he was carrying all that money.

- Don't worry, Amos, I'll out you in for your share. - How much?

This doesn't seem like a likely time to be haggling over money,

especially when it doesn't belong to you, Lew.

I guess I better go break the sad news to Simon.

I'll take care of that, Amos.

Sshhh.

Try to understand.

As soon as they hear us, they'll swing us from the nearest tree.

¿Comprende?

I understand English, señor.

I am grateful for what you did, but I'm sorry I brought you trouble.

We both got trouble, big trouble.

For me it does not matter.

Roy Agry is dead.

Why did you kill him?

Cannot tell you, señor.

The name's Buchanan, what's yours?

Sorry, but I would rather not say.

That's all right.

We ain't got much time to get acquainted anyway.

- Come on! - It's high noon! What are we waiting for?

We're still waiting for 'em to wake up.

Here, go check on 'em.

Get up.

Morning, Nina. Where's the judge?

Anyone ever tell you you're a mighty handsome woman?

Many times, señor.

When are you gonna leave the judge and work for me?

- The judge treats me very well. - I can treat you better.

Why should I leave a man of Judge Agry's position to work for you, señor'?

That's for you to answer, beautiful.

Only remember, if you wait too long I may not want you.

- Morning, Simon. - Morning.

Nina! Bring another glass.

I already have it, señor.

- I'm afraid I've got some bad news for you, Simon. - Oh?

Yeah? What's happened now?

Roy has been... shot.

Roy, dead.

It was inevitable.

Who did it?

A young Mexican.

Looks like a man named Buchanan helped him.

Did they get away?

No.

Simon, you'd better get down to the jail before they string 'em up.

Lew has everybody primed for a lynching.

If you're smart, you'll stop it.

Why should I do that?

Because everybody in these parts

knows that Simon Agry stands for law and order.

A lynching could cost you a lot of votes, Simon.

Aside from the fact that the young man's name just happens to be

Juan de la Vega.

Don Pedro's son?

Why?

Ask me, I'd say the old gentleman might be willing

to part with a lot of pesos to get his son back safe.

You're right.

Can't have no lynching with me coming up for election.

Sheriff, you are making a big mistake!

You cannot hang señor Buchanan. He had nothing to do with it.

I killed Roy Agry.