(dramatic music) (gentle music) (villagers chattering) (objects rattling in distance) - You dirty, no good,
backsliding sidewinder, try to cheat me, will you? - Senorita, por favor. (Juan speaking in foreign language) - Go on get over there! Go on! - Por favor! (speaking in foreign language) (gun firing) (Juan gasps) (gun cocking) Now you gonna make good the loss, or do I have to split your head open like I did that water jug? Well, what are you gonna do about it? Why you low down--
- Easy, Miss. This is my place you're shooting up. Now if Juan cheated you-- - Cheated I'll say I've been cheated! He liked to a charged me
for a saddle I never got. (Juan speaking in foreign language) (speaking in foreign language) - Vamoose, vamoose. (crowd chattering) Look, Miss, this heat's enough to make anyone short-tempered. - Do I get my saddle or not? - What saddle? - The one that hombre was supposed to load in my wagon and didn't. - Oh, you have a wagon? - Yes, I've got a wagon. - Where is it?
- Over there. - Mind if I take a look at it? - Well, I don't see what business-- - You want your saddle, don't you? - Why you... (Dusty gasping) - Yeah, I guess you do. I'd like to take your word for it, Ma'am, but I'm not in the habit
of giving away saddles. Checking your load is
the only way I can tell whether you've been short changed. If you'll excuse me. - I didn't expect you
to take my word for it. Do you have to walk so fast,
you long-legged galoot? - Got an order? - Yeah. - Yes, Ma'am, one saddle missing. I don't understand it. Juan never cheated anybody before. - You can see for yourself. It sure ain't in the wagon. - Juan! Juan, get over here! Why didn't you give this lady the saddle when she wanted it? - She has a funny way of
asking for things, Senor. - That's not the point. She's still missing a saddle. Now where is it? - It's in the wagon, Senor. - It can't be I checked the load. - Where in blazes is it? - It was such a beautiful
saddle, Senorita. I did not have the heart
to put it with the rest. It's up in front where it belongs. - In front?
- Si. - Is this it? Sorry, Ma'am. I guess we all make mistakes. - I think I better go now
before we make another. - You in the saddle business? - I am now. Used to be my father's. He did all his trading down here. - Your father? - Josh Stewart. I'm Jean Stewart. My friends call me Dusty. - Yeah, I did business with your dad. Did he get tired of pounding a wagon? - No. He's dead. (dramatic music) - I'm sorry to hear that. How'd it happen? - He was shot in the back. - Dry gulched, huh? Where was it? - In Sentinel. - Sentinel? I know a lot of people in Sentinel. - I hope you been getting
letters from them regular. The last time they took a census, Boot Hill had quite a population. - [John] Sounds rough. - Three men in a week is rough, Mister, Martin Anderson, Friday, Shorty Grannis, Saturday, and Billy Sands, Sunday. - You said Billy Sands? - Yeah, he used to run
the town's newspaper. He was a fine... (dramatic music) This town is just full of gentlemen. (dramatic music) (carriage rattling) (dramatic music) - Going someplace, John? - Yeah, Doc. - With those? - Yeah. - You going killing, John? Killing's what brought you here. What made a newspaper man out of Billy till he put a stop to it. Killing's what made you
both hang up your guns. - It was a good reason then. There's a better one now. Billy's been murdered. (suspenseful music) - And you think getting
the man that did it will make up for what
your brother believed in and worked for all these years? - All that work isn't much good now. - John, killing's what made you an outlaw. You started off all right. You wore a marshal's badge. You did a job. You got paid for it, but that gun grew on you, and you used it once too often. Now that same gun's gonna to
start you all off over again. In the end, that gun will kill you. - No, it won't. This time I'll use Billy's. - There's some things a man
ain't got no right butting into. I guess this is one of them. I'll take care of the store. Anything else? - No, guess that's it. Thanks, Doc. (dramatic music) (horse galloping) (gentle music) - Something for you, Senor? - A drink. - Help yourself. (gentle music) - Too much for me, gents. If you feel like sitting in, don't take this chair. Been unlucky all day. (chuckles) - Care to sit in we're shorthanded! - Yeah, I might try my luck for a while. I'm not superstitious. Take a stack. - You come through Amarillo, Mister? - Nope. Around it. - [Player] Draw poker. No limit. - Suits me. Haven't played any poker in five years. Might be a little rusty. - Poker's like drawing a gun. Once you got the hang of it, you never forget how. - Looks like you fellas come
a long way for a poker game. Couldn't you find one in town? - The community has expressed
a most profound desire that some of us move on
to more fertile fields, and rather than suffer the
indignities of the tar barrel and a rather crude
means of transportation, we decided to dispense with the amenities of the local peasantry and to adjourn to this annex of Mount Olympus, to sing of our black deeds
over a bowl of chili. In reality, my friend, we are simply awaiting the local stage. - Ham. - Shylock. (dramatic music) - Open. - Raise you 50. Cards? - [John] Two. - [Player] I'll take three. - [John] How many for you? - One. (dramatic music) Your bet. - Check the raise. - I'll bet that $300 you
have in front of you. - [Player] It's too
much for me, gentlemen. - Small full house. - You better draw another card. - What do you mean? - That three of clubs you
got there was in my discard. Draw another card. (foreboding music) Playing poker's no fun alone, Mister. It'd be a shame not to know
whether you filled that hand. Draw another card. Looks like that's my pot
you're sweating over, Mister. Now relax before I cash you in with it. Draw your gun easy with your left hand, and throw it across the room. (gun thudding) - Cash me in. - [Player] Yes, sir. - Magnificent. Magnificent. Magnificent. You, sir, are a poet of a sort. - How so? - You have poetry in motion, sir. I scarcely heard you slap leather. - [Player] Here's your money, sir. (dramatic music) (speaking in foreign language) - Si, Senor. (speaking in foreign language) (speaking in foreign language) - Thanks. - You my, earthly companion, have just crossed swords
with one John Sands. I saw him draw like that
five years ago in Dodge City. It was a beautiful funeral. - Come on! Come on! Why I ever bought you I don't know! (bright music) - [John] Got a fresh horse? - Got money? I got a horse. - [John] Where do you want this one? - Unsaddle him and tie him up over there. I'll have another horse
for you in just a minute. (horses galloping) - [Attendant] Raven, here comes the stage. - The stage? I see only a flaming chariot
with Apollo at the reins. Here, lackey, take my bags! (Raven belches) Egad, that last flagon of
wine has upset my vitals. Drive on! (stage driver grunting) - [John] He looks good. - He is good. One of the best I got. (birds chirping) - How old is he? - Three and a half. - Fast? - Fast? Faster than anything around here. - [John] How much? (dramatic music) - [Seller] With your horse a hundred even. - [Jim] Hello, John. (ominous music) - Hello, Jim. Been a long time. - You won't be needing that horse, John. - You better take this. I don't want him to hang
me for horse stealing too. How'd you find me? - I came looking for the Raven, but it looks like I
found an eagle instead. I'm taking you in, John. - You can't do that, Jim. Somebody nailed Billy. - I'm sorry to hear that, John. I can't say I wouldn't like to see you get the man that did it. They ought to rawhide
him up by his thumbs. But when you're dead, that'd just mean another
killing against you, and another job for some other sheriff. - I'll give you that point. What about Billy? - If I were in your boots, I'd kill the man that did it, but I'm not and I'm stopping you. - I can beat you, Jim. - I know that. Man-to-man I wouldn't stand a chance. But there are three of us. - I can beat them too. Makes an interesting
situation, doesn't it? - Guess we've bout run out of talk, John. - Watch yourself, Jim. (suspenseful music) (gun firing) Drop them! Kick them over this way. You too, Jim. (birds chirping) You two, over in that tool shed. Go on. You better sit down, Jim. I don't want you fishing
around this watering trough. (water splashing) Wrap them up in that. Go on. - Been practicing, John? - [John] Nope. - That's awful fast shooting. - A poker player just told me that playing cards is
just like pulling a gun. You never forget how. He was right. - Did you kill him too? - Nope, just beat him with three jacks. (dramatic music) Better have a doc look at those hands. Oh, and, Jim, don't try to follow me. I don't shoot so good from a horse. (gentle music) ♪ Oh, the Deacon went down
in the cellar to pray ♪ ♪ But he got drunk ♪ ♪ And he stayed all day ♪ ♪ Oh, the Deacon went down
in the cellar to pray ♪ ♪ But he got drunk and stayed all day ♪ ♪ Ain't a-gonna grieve my Lord no more ♪ ♪ I ain't a-gonna to
grieve my Lord no more ♪ ♪ I ain't a-gonna grieve my Lord no more ♪ ♪ I ain't a-gonna grieve my Lord no more ♪ - Sands came up through here. We got word that he left Amarillo Friday. That should put him in Sentinel
in the next couple of days. Right now he should be right about here. Well, that kind of stops him at Sentinel. In fact, it nearly cut him clean in two. - You'll never get Sands that way, kid. He'd beat you seven ways from Sunday. - He sounds pretty good. - He is good. West of the Mississippi there ain't another one like him. About the time you'd be reaching, he'd be shooting. I ran him out of this territory once, but not with a gun. The only way to stop Sands is to get him from behind. - He don't scare me. Nobody could be that fast. - No? I knew a kid once about your age. He had quite a reputation about being fast with a gun. He backed down to Sands. - Yeah? - Yeah. Name was William Bonney. Ever hear of him? - Yeah. Billy the Kid. - In Sentinel, Sands means trouble. In the desert that's the buzzard's worry. See that he doesn't get here. Think you can handle it? - Certainly. - You two fellas better go with him, and remember what I told you about not letting him see you do it. (door creaks) (door thuds) (serene music) (water sloshing) (ominous music) - Ain't that somebody sleeping there? - If it is, it makes it easier. - I don't see no horse. (suspenseful music) - Ain't nobody just a saddle. - Maybe he's further upstream. - If you see him, don't
waste time asking questions. (horse whinnying) (suspenseful music) There he is! (gun firing) (suspenseful music) (hooves thumping) (suspenseful music) (gentle music) (horses galloping) (dramatic music) (carriage rattling) - Where you heading? - East. - Too bad I thought you
might be going into Sentinel. - Last couple of wagons are. Turning off at the Forks up ahead. Hey, where's your saddle? - Three owls jumped me about a mile back. Tried to bushwhack me. - Well, I ain't never seen you, Mister. - Thanks. (tranquil music) (carriages rattling) - Don't bother to shut the door. It's got the spring. (door slamming) - [John] Some spring. - Yeah, it's a new one. Last week broke the
looking glass three times. (barber chuckles) (speaking in foreign language) You like a haircut? - Just a shave. - Just a shave, si. (chair rattles) Oh, the chair she's a new too. Make yourself comfortable. Tell me, you just come in? - Yeah. - Oh, don't bother. - I know pop. It's got the spring. (door slamming) - You a going to live here? - A while maybe. - It's a little hot, you know. It's a new stove too. The water burn your... (speaking in foreign language) Well, I thought that perhaps you going to stay with the other
people who just come in. - No. Why? - Oh, just wondered. I see you come out of
the back of the wagon, and I figure you're going to settle here. (barber chuckles) You got a job here? - Yeah. - [Barber] You a going
to work for Mr. Garson? - [John] Is that Matt Garson? - [Barber] Oh, sure,
he run the whole town. - We may become associated. - Mister, if you are
as tough as your beard, you are all right. (door slamming) What's the matter with
these people in this town? Everybody is in a hurry. I'm glad I was not shaving
you when he closed the door. I might've cut your... (speaking in foreign language) I wonder why he ran off like that. - Maybe he had a reason. - Yeah, I guess maybe he got some reason. I don't know. (barber chuckles) Mister, you look as
pretty as a cream puff. - Say, Mister, where
can I find Matt Garson? - You might find him
anywhere in this town, but more than likely he's
up at The Last Frontier. - Thanks. (carriages rattling in distance) (horses galloping) (dramatic music) - About 20 miles out. - I can't understand why... (suspenseful music) Looking for me, Sands? - Yeah. Seems like you been doing
some looking yourself, Matt. - I kind of been expecting you. - Word sure gets around. - What's on your mind? - Nothing important, but you went to so much
trouble to welcome me, I thought I'd come by and pay my respects. - That's not funny, but I'll pass it. - They tell me you're a
big wheel here in Sentinel. Own the whole town. That right, Matt? - Exactly. Now that you saved me the trouble of making that point clear, I'm gonna save you some trouble. - You crowding me? - No, just giving you some advice. The town knows why you're here. That's your business, but when you start
something in this territory, then it's my business. - The whole territory? - The whole Panhandle, Sands. When men get ideas that don't suit me, I put a stop to them. If trouble starts in Kirkland, Chillicothe or even Booker, I'll know it, and I can put a stop to that too. But in your case, you make things easy. I know what you're here for. - Planning on putting a stop to it? - I just want you to remember that I can. - Seems like nothing happens around here without your say so. - [Matt] That's right. - Tell me, Matt, what do you do when it rains? - I generally go inside. (dramatic music) - Mr. Sands? - Yeah.
- My name is Crockett. Elliot Crockett. I'd like a word with you. - Go ahead.
- Oh, not here. The hotel is-- - Hotel rooms crowd me. - I understand, but this
isn't the kind of business to be settled in the street. - Just what is your business? - It's a deal, Mr. Sands. One that Billy Sands might've considered. - You begin to interest me. - There's a meadow about a
quarter of a mile from town. That'll be private enough
for my friends and me, and plenty of room for you. - How many friends have you got? - Three why? - Are they gonna to ride out with us? - No, they'll meet us there. - In that case, you better tell them to be in the open when they ride in. If they have any ideas besides talk, just remember I'll be
riding right behind you. - I understand, let's go. - Oh, I haven't got a saddle. Can you lend me a horse? - Sure, come on. (birds chirping)
(bird squawking) They should be here any minute. Hi, gents. Gentlemen, Mr. John Sands. Mr. Wells, Mr. Tyler, and Mr. Crump. - How do you do?
- Hello. - Anything wrong, Mr. Sands? - No, just had the sun in my eyes. What is it that would've
interested Will so much? - I'll be brief. This town needs cleaning up, and we think you can do it. - It's a big town. - Exactly, and some day
we hope it'll be bigger. But, first we gotta make it safe. Honest people won't settle a town that's overrun with
lawlessness and killing. - Meaning?
- Meaning Matt Garson and everything he stands for. - You're not making sense, gentlemen. Why me? - To be perfectly frank, Sands, you do have a reputation. - [John] Oh. - We need a man who'll stand up to Garson the way you did this afternoon, and we're willing to pay you for doing it. - You're still not making sense. You're asking me to do exactly
what you're trying to stop. - Sometimes that's necessary. When there's no law, you have to clear a way for it, and this is the only way law can ever come to the Panhandle. - You mean the same law that'll hang me? - That's another point. We can guarantee you nothing. We hire you only as a paid troubleshooter to clean up this town
in any way you see fit. - [Man] There's some
big people behind this. Washington usually takes
care of its friends. - You make a good offer, gentlemen. I have another job. - Well, we thought possibly
your brother's death might make you see things our way. - Maybe. Depends on who it was. Then you might get the job done anyway, and it wouldn't cost you a red cent. Right now I need a bath and some sleep, so if you'll excuse me, gentlemen, I think I'll go in town
and look for a hotel. - Mr. Sands, if you
don't care for yourself, please consider the other
people of this territory. If Garson isn't stopped soon, it may be years before the Panhandle is opened up to settlers. Every outlaw in the
Union will take up here and just thumb his nose at the law. - What you mean is that outlaws are not good business for the merchants, Isn't that it, Mr. Crump? - Now that's unfair, Sands. You know yourself that
criminals have no place living as freemen in an open territory! - Aren't you forgetting
there's a price on my head? - We didn't come here
to force a proposition, but to make one. - You're going about it the wrong way. The way it stands now
I want no part of it. You can hire a man's guns, but you can't buy the way he lives. - We're not trying to tell
you how to live, Sands. We're just trying to make it
easier for other people to. - Gentlemen, I still need that bath. - [Elliot] Then what we've
said doesn't interest you? - I'll think it over. I'll leave your horse at
the stable, Mr. Crockett. (lock clicking) (gentle music) Excuse me, Ma'am. I'm sorry. - I believe you're following me, Slim. - No, Ma'am, I was just looking
for a place to have a drink. - Well, what's the matter with the hotel? - Nothing, Ma'am, why? - There's a bar inside. - There is? There is at that. - You're not very observing, Slim. - A pretty girl can be
very distracting sometimes. - Oh, thank you. What's under all that hat, Slim? - Just me, Ma'am. - Well, that's nice. And who's me? - I'm John Sands. - You should leave your
hat off more, John. It doesn't half do you justice. Are you just passing through? - If I were, I'd sure be
tempted to stick around now. - Thank you again. It isn't often a girl gets two nice compliments all in one day, and the day is nearly gone. - Ma'am, it's been nice to know you. - You know him? - Just met him. His name is John Sands. - I know. - Is he a friend of yours, Matt? - An acquaintance. - He's beautiful. (lively music playing) (people chattering) - Good evening, Mr. Sands. - Well, if it isn't Little Boy Blue. You sound like you just got out of church. - What does that mean? - Aren't you over doing
that Mr. Sands a little? - You're a big man, Mr. Sands. We're always polite to celebrities. - I'm flattered. In that case get me a table. - Sure. How about that one? - Too many people leaning in your beer. How about one against the wall? - Anything you say. Can I get you a drink? - Sure, if they'll serve it to you. - Mind if I have a drink with you? I understand you caught Billy the Kid. - Yeah. - How'd it happen? - Well, it all started one day when I heard Billy was in town. - He was looking for you, huh? - Something like that. It'd been raining out and the streets were all muddied up, so I was sitting in the local bar just keeping my feet
dry and in walked Billy. He was soaked clean to the skin, and I could see he was plenty mad. When he saw me, he just stood there in a big puddle of water and spit, "Sands," he said, his hand moving towards
his .45 on his hip, "This town's too small for both of us. "I'll meet you in the
street in five minutes," - Go on. - Well, I don't mind
telling you I was worried. Billy was fast, and he'd stop at nothing to get me. So I sat there waiting,
worrying, counting the minutes. When the time was up, I was
sweating like a stuck hog. The whiskey tasted just like sand. So I checked my guns and stepped out. - Yeah? - Well, it was raining so hard, I couldn't see him at first. Then after a while I spotted him standing there in about a foot of mud and looking just like old Satan himself. When he saw me, he just laughed, and started moving in slow like, putting one foot in front of the other just like he was walking a tight wire. "Sands," he says. "I'm gonna bury you
right here in this mud." "Billy," I said, "make your play." - Well, what the devil happened? - He killed me. (suspenseful music) - Killing you, Sands, is just something that's waiting to be done. (tense music) (crowd chattering) (door creaks) - [Matt] Hello. - Hello, boss man. - Look, beautiful, you
can't work all night. You better go home and get some sleep. - Matt Garson, you're the cause
of these deep dark circles. - How so? - Memo to Mr. Garson. If you want your secretary
to get some sleep at night, stop taking her for those
long afternoon rides. (Matt chuckles) - Take a letter, Miss O'Carroll. - Yes, sir. - My Dear Miss O'Carroll. I can see no other alternative. It's either the rides or accepting my 203 proposal as of this minute. - Oh, Matt. - You could do worse you know. - Hmm, maybe I could do better. - Like John Sands maybe? - Jealous? - It depends. - On what? - On whether I can walk you home tonight. - Well, I think it can be arranged. - Here. Come on, let's get out of here. (gentle music) - Boss. (dramatic music) - Excuse me a minute, honey. - Well, Crump's at it again. Lost over 2,000 and
beginning to raise a ruckus. Looks like he might start some trouble. - I'm sorry, June, but
you better run along. I'll see you in the morning. - All right, Matt. Goodnight. (people chattering) Hello, Slim. - Evening, Ma'am. - What must a lady do to rate a seat with the fabulous John Sands? - Just sit. I seem to be plagued
with an uncommon amount of wit this afternoon. - I wasn't being witty. Since this afternoon, I've heard a lot about you. - Speaking of this afternoon-- (gun firing) (suspenseful music) - It's okay, folks, just cleaning my gun. Now go on back to your fun. (gentle music) (people chattering) - May I see you home? - Yes. (dramatic music) - Anybody see him come in? - No, Matt. - All right, see he goes out the same way. - Tough way to lose a hand. - I'll bet a silver dollar, he was cheating anyway. - You're covered. - Who's gonna take care of our friend? - Aw, we'll get rid of him tomorrow. No sense breaking up a good game. (body thudding) Guess we'll have to have a new deck. - Why? - I can't use these. Garson shot him right
through a full house. (dramatic music) (gentle music) - Nice night. - It's nice of you to walk me home. - I guess I'm walking the both of us home. - Oh, this is nice that way. What's the matter, John? - Not a thing, Ma'am. Why? - Well, you've hardly spoken since we left The Last Frontier. - I said it was a nice night. - I didn't realize you
were that interested in the state of the weather. - More wit. - Goodnight, Mr. Sands. Maybe you'll let me walk with you on your way home some night. - It's none of my business, but what's a nice girl like
you doing in that saloon? - I work for Mr. Garson. - Work for him?
- Yes, is that so hard to understand? I needed a job and Matt
needed a secretary. - That sounds real cozy. - I don't like that remark, Mr. Sands. Your reputation hasn't exactly set you up for the job of town parson. - Maybe my reputation isn't very good, but it's better than Garson's. - (scoffs) That's a matter of opinion. You're too big for your boots, Mr. Sands, and your Stetson's overcrowded. (dramatic music) (romantic music) - By the way what's your name? - June. June O'Carroll. (dramatic music) - Well, how in--
- Miss Stewart. You got here in a hurry. - Got a couple a good horses. Don't tell me you rode all this way just to get your leather back. - Nothing like that. Come to think of it though
I could use a saddle. - What happened to yours? - Well, now I had some unexpected visitors for breakfast a couple days ago, and they hurried me so much, I rode off and plumb forgot it. - Your load's still in the wagon. You can take your pick. Around here you'll find it
easy making a fair trade. - The weaknesses of human
nature are a funny thing, Ma'am, especially when they're
left alone to do business. I found out they're no
respecter of localities. - You should've been a deacon. - I should've kept my mouth shut. I've had my boot in it
ever since last night. - Well, I warned you
about this town, cowboy. It's no place for a saddle smith. - Afraid I'll give you some competition? - No, afraid you might not
live long enough to be able to. - I sell leather goods, Ma'am, but I don't tell my customers
how to make their saddles. - Suit yourself. Take your pick. - This one looks okay. How much? - Just what I paid you for it. Forty dollars. You should have stayed in Mexico. This town's got more in it than a cantankerous gal with a Winchester. There's some that wouldn't hold still for a leather lashing like you gave me. - I don't often crowd a lady, Ma'am, but you were shooting too straight. Whipping that gun away from you was better than getting shot full of holes. - Just heard John Sands was in town. Why don't you try it on him? - I don't think he'd take
kindly to the idea, Ma'am. He might be a little sensitive
about losing his guns. - Then you better stick to the hoopsters, and get off of the street. - Hey, Mister. - Something I can do for you? - Yeah, can you tell me how
to find the Stewart ranch? - It's about two miles north of town. Just the other side of Twin Rivers. You can't miss it it's the Circle S. - Thank you. ♪ Oh, the Deacon went down ♪ ♪ In the cellar to pray ♪ ♪ But he got drunk ♪ ♪ And he stayed all day ♪ ♪ Oh, the Deacon went down
in the cellar to pray. ♪ (John humming) (birds chirping) (soft knocking on door) Hello! Anybody home? (gentle music) - You sure take to
following people, cowboy. - I wanted to talk to you, Ma'am. - I thought talk and you
got along about as well as cattlemen and homesteaders. It's Will Sands. He was killed not long ago. - How well did you know him? - Well, enough. Now what's on your mind that brings you all the
way out to the Circle S? - You just knowing Will Sands is enough. Having his picture means you
must've known him pretty well. - How do you tie in with Will, Mister? - About as close as two men can get. We both answer to the same name. I'm Will's brother. - You're John Sands? You don't look much like Will, Mister, and you sure don't act like him. - Well, there were six years between us. Besides hard living
changes a man sometimes. - I knew Will had a brother, but he never talked much about you. Why? - Well, we both thought it would be best. A lot of folks would've
liked to ruined Will because of my reputation. - I don't know why you didn't tell me this in the first place. It'd saved us both a lot of trouble. - I didn't know you and Will were friends. - We're a little more
than that, Mr. Sands. We were going to be married. Would you like to see
where Will was buried? - Is it close by? - It's not far from the house. Will and I used to ride up there often. It's a place we both loved. - I'd like to see it. (gentle music) - This was our valley. - A man could do a lot of thinking here. - This was Will's favorite spot. He's down there. (somber music) - Thanks, Dusty. - You're always welcome. Come out again. - Goodbye. (knocking on door) Who is it? - [Boy] I got your hot water, Mister. - Come on in. That's quite a load for a little fella. Not very hot. - I been a long time getting here. I don't see why people
have to take baths anyway. - Sometimes they're necessary. (boy whistles) - I guess baths are all right
if other folks take them. Thanks. (door locks) - Look, Matt, just give me the word, and I'll bust that troublemaker up good. - No rush plenty of time. - Plenty of time for
him to go nosing around. He might find something. - Let him nose. He won't find anything
but trouble for himself. - I think you're making a big mistake? - Floyd, aren't you forgetting something? I don't make mistakes. It can wait. (glass shatters) - [June] Yes, who is it? - I live across the hall, Ma'am. You're making so dad-blamed much noise my seven kids can't sleep. - Well, do you think your
wife would approve of me not to mention your seven little coyotes? - I doubt it very much. She weighs over 300 pounds, and she swings a mighty mean skillet. - (gasps) In that case, you better come in right
away before she sees you. - Looks like you swing a pretty
mean something or other too. What is that stuff? - That stuff is what's
left of my face cream. (gentle music) - You women sure must look funny all smeared up like an Injun. - Why you big overgrown! If I ever get loose... (gentle music) Do you always get your way? - Mm-hm. Why you little! (playful music) (romantic music) - You do. - Do what? - Get your way. - Mm-hm. - Nice. - Yeah. - Is that all you can say? - Mm-hm. (dramatic music) Looks like that fellow's
too tired to walk. - Well, then let him sleep it off. - He appears like he might be dead tired. - Who? - [John] That hombre they're
carrying across the street. - It's none of your business. - It might be. - Maybe he's drunk. - Yeah, maybe. - Why should it concern you? - Might be an old friend of the family. Anyway I think I'll go
down and walk around. - Uncomfortable, John? - No, just curious. I'll be back. - I'll be asleep. - Goodnight, Miss O'Carroll. (foreboding music) - Hey ain't that Sands? - It sure is. Get him out of here. (gunfire blasting) (suspenseful music) (gunfire blasting) (gunfire blasting)
(bullet ricochets) (suspenseful music) (lively music playing in saloon) (light chatter in saloon) - [Elliot] Hello, Mr. Sands. - How are you, Mr. Crockett? - Have a chair, Sands, and I'll buy you a drink. - Whiskey. How about you, Little Boy Blue? You look plumb wore out. - Looks like you've acquired
a new handle, Floyd. Sands here thinks you remind him of something out of Mother Goose. - Mr. Sands is a great one for fairytales. - Oh, I didn't know you
fancied children's stories. - Sure. - He tells them well too. - I usually have a pretty green audience. - You're getting out of line, Sands. - Looks like you've been
getting way out of line. Horse bite you? - I got scratched up by some brambles. - That so? - Yeah, I been hunting skunk. - [John] At night? - I got a habit of hunting varmint, especially after dark. - My Pa always told me that habit was a bad thing to get into. That's good advice, youngster. He also told me if you go
crawling around in the dirt, it's best to be looking for something. No use getting all
dirtied up over nothing. - Maybe your Pa told you how to get rid of a skunk smell too, Sands. - Listen, buster! You're beginning to rub me the wrong way, and I don't like being
bushwhacked in the dark! - Somebody try to nail you? - About 15 minutes ago. You ought to know about that, Matt. - If you got any ideas
about it being Floyd, he's been here for the last two hours, and I'd hate to see you strung up by a mob of outraged citizens for killing an innocent man. (crowd chattering) - I'll give you that point, Matt, but if you stick this cheap,
tinhorn gunslinger on me again, I'll have his dirty blonde scalp. You better sit down, Sonny. Once is enough! You looking for this? - Very interesting, Mr. Sands. Maybe you'd care to try that
with somebody your own size. - You're about my size. - When it's necessary. (suspenseful music) (punches thudding) (objects rattling) (gun firing) - I got another barrel left, and it says I'm gonna see a good fight without any interference. (suspenseful music) That goes for you too, Sonny. You've had your chance. (crash booming) (suspenseful music) (dramatic music) - Been a long day. - Uh-huh. - Thanks. - Pretty good man with his fists. - If yo want Matt's scalp so bad why don't you get it yourself? You seem plenty handy
with that scattergun. - I'm gonna tell you
just once more, Sands. If you still don't understand, why you can start an Injun war of your own for all I care. When I was scouting for General Grant, some of the big-wigs in the Capitol liked my way of getting things done. They figured the Panhandle
was too important to Texas and Oklahoma
to be run by one man. - I don't take much to politics. - I'll put in with you, but this goes deeper than that. - You say those big-wigs liked
the way you got things done? - Yeah. - Seems to me you do an
awful lot of talking. - My government comes first, Sands. I have my orders. - A lot of words, Crockett. - I've seen a lot of men
die for the Union, Sands. Sometimes to protect a piece of land a lot smaller than the Panhandle. But I guess that's too darn
foolish for you to understand. - You know, I used to ride with a man that had some pretty fair ideas about dying for something important. I've seen his men go down
fighting for a piece of ground no bigger than that
hunk you're standing on. - Outlaw? - You might have called him that. Name was Lee, Robert E. Lee. (church bell ringing) - Seen June? - Yeah, saw her going
to church this morning. - With your friend Sands. Like you said, I guess,
he is a pretty good man with your women. (church bell ringing) - It was a nice sermon, wasn't it? - Yes, it was. Sure enjoyed it. - Look I thought you were
gonna help me this morning? - Well, it's Sunday, Matt, and I wanted to go to church. - You sure it was just church? - Well, I think it would be
all right even if it weren't. - Well, I don't think so. - [June] Well, I do! - You don't seem to know much
about women, do you, Matt? - And I don't like being made out a fool. - Maybe not, but you sure make it easy sometimes. - That could be, but I don't think you're gonna
be around to tell about it. - [John] Is that so? - [Matt] That's the way it is, Sands. Your time's running out in Sentinel. - You're crowding me again, Matt. - I mean to. See that cloud? It's heading this way. When it hits, I don't want
you around to get wet. (horse trotting) - Hello, Dusty. Going home?
- Yeah. John. - Yeah? - What'd Garson have to say? - Gave me until it rains
to get out of town. - Sounds like him. He can back a threat too. He'll kill you if you don't get out, John. - Where was Will killed at? - Outside Garson's place in the alley. Why? - Well, if I'm gonna
find the man that did it, I'll have to get him
in the next hour or so. - I don't think you'll have to look far. - Uh-huh, I'll need proof. - Getting chilly. Good luck, John. You can always find me at the
Circle S if you're a mind to. - It's no good, Matt. Your apologies are wasted. - But what in the--
- The way you do things. Up till now I've turned my back on what people have said about you. Now I'm beginning to wonder. - Don't you think you're
getting a little high-handed for a gal that runs around with an outlaw, a man that's got a price on his head in every state in the Union? - I've heard you had
something to do with that too. - But you're forgetting that-- - I'm not forgetting anything. You're a good boss, Matt, but it stops there. What's going to happen to John? - He's leaving us. - More orders? - Some people have a way of just knowing when they're not wanted. - All right, Matt. I'll finish my work here tonight, but tomorrow you'd better start
looking for a new secretary. - That's all I know, Mr. Sands. Old Pop Jenkins found him. Why don't you talk to him? He knows more about it than I do. - Thanks, where can I find him? - Why he runs a little tobacco store. Why that's him now over
there playing chess. - Thanks a lot. - Fine. - You Pop Jenkins? - Mm-hm. - The one that found Billy Sands? - Mm-hm. - Did you find anything unusual? - No. - Anybody else around
that might know something? (dramatic music) - Come on in, John. Any luck? - Can't find something that just isn't there in the first place. I can't go gunning for a man
without some kind of proof. It's nice work. Yours?
- Yeah. Matter of fact, it's your silver. - I thought so. Now there's a-right smart design. Who'd you make that for? - Matt Garson. Fell out of a gun belt
I made him a while back. Can I get you some coffee, John? - Yeah, I don't mind if I do. When did Garson first notice
he was missing a concho? - [Dusty] Oh, it must've
been about a month ago. - Would you say that
was before Will's death? - Matter of fact, it must've been just about the time it happened. He asked me to make him
another a couple days later. Said he just noticed it was missing. Sugar? - Supposing somebody had found this and turned it over to me? - Well, that wouldn't leave you with much. - There's an old saying about a mole hill. You know as well as I do, Garson had something to
do with bushwhacking Will. Maybe with this concho
I can force his hand. - Why are you telling me all this? - [John] Because I need
you to back me up later. - Go on. - Well, if you were Garson, what would you do if I told you that this was found on Will
right after he was shot? - I'd shoot you on the spot. - Thanks, Dusty. - John. This is your play, but it isn't only Garson
you're bucking up against. He's got a lot of killers on his payroll. - Next time I ride by this way, I'd like to go and visit that
little valley of yours again. (ominous music) Looks like it's gonna rain. - Take care of yourself, John. (ominous music) (wind blowing) (dramatic music) (wind blowing) - You're taking up a lot of street, Floyd. - I'm planning on giving
you six feet of it. - Go on home, little man. - I'll go home after they bury you. (suspenseful music) - [John] Go ahead, Sonny. I'll give you the first shot. - Why you dirty no good. (gunfire blasting) (suspenseful music) - Where's Garson? - Upstairs and the last door to your left. (door thuds) - Take it easy. Kicking down doors is
a lot of work, Sands. Next time just walk right in. It's a lot easier. - I ran into some of your
boys down on the street. They seem to think this
might be a private game. - Looks like you got kind
of wet waiting around. - I figure your boys are a
lot wetter than I am by now. - Floyd always was a little too anxious. Seems like Little Boy Blue
tooted his horn once too often. Jack, go haul him out of the street. He's liable to lie out there all night, and it wouldn't be too good for business. This is an open game, Sands. Sit in if you like. - I came up for something else. - Talk's easier over a card table. You might see things
clearer with a good hand. - I'll take this one. - Relax boys. Stud? - You're dealing. - Raise you a hundred. - Afraid I can't call you. Little short of cash. (tense music) What's that worth to you, Garson? - No more than the price of the silver. About 10 cents I'd say. - Funny, thought you make
a sizable bet to claim it. - You must have a pretty good hand, Sands. You put a lot of value
on a piece of silver. What makes you think I'd
say it was worth more? - That's the ace I need
to fill a dead man's hand. - [Matt] I miss your comparison. - You're missing more than that, Garson. That empty space in your gun belt, seems like that concho
would just about fill it up. - You got pretty good eyes, Sands. They must've been especially
good when you found this. Where did it turn up? - In Billy Sands' hand, right after you shot him. - It would be hard to prove, but I can't take the chance. So stand up and take your gun belt off and put it on the table. - You must think I'm crazy, Matt. - [Matt] I'd think you
were crazy if you didn't. There's a 30-30 pointed
right at your head. (suspenseful music)
(rain pattering) I'm surprised, Sands. I figured you for more sense. - Guess a man's entitled to
one mistake now and then. - It's all in how you look at it, but that's the difference
between you and me, Sands. I don't make mistakes. - Looks like mine might prove fatal. - I can guarantee it. Ed, get his guns, and take them to my room. He won't be needing them. All right you can come in now, Jack, and escort Mr. Sands down to the alley. - Taking a man's guns is
one way of making sure. - It's the only way. Take him down and keep him in the alley. I'll be along shortly. (dramatic music) - This the way you took care of Billy? - Yeah, and you're
standing in the same spot. (Jack laughs) - I'm glad you came in, Matt. I'd like to go downstairs for a minute. - Yeah, go right ahead, honey. I got something to do here anyway. (Jack chuckles) - Getting wet, Mr. Sands? Matt told you not to be
around when it rains. - [June] Jack? (suspenseful music) (gunfire blasting) (suspenseful music) (gun firing) - Guess we all make
mistakes sometimes, Matt. (dramatic music) (bright music) Thanks. Thanks for helping me out. - I said I'd be walking you home sometime. - That's right you did. You did at that. - I'm going with you, John. - I have some things to straighten out with the law, remember? - But what you did tonight
should take care of everything. - It might help. Don't you worry your head about me, and don't go away. I'm coming back. ♪ Oh, the Deacon went down
in the cellar to pray ♪ ♪ But he got drunk and he stayed all day ♪ ♪ Oh, the Deacon went down
in the cellar to pray ♪ ♪ But he got drunk ♪ (bright music)
