02x15 - Man from Kansas

[bunniefuu]

[ g*nshots ]

Like those bugs bit off
more then they could chew.

You done pretty good.

I'm sorry
if I spoiled your exercise.

Don't apologize, mister.

That kind of exercise
was about to do me in.

They were probably
after your dinner.

Yeah.

They could've had it if
they'd just asked for it proper.

I know what you mean.

A man doesn't mind
sharing sometimes,

then he usually likes
to make the decision himself.

You saved my skin, mister.

Least the part that holds
my hair on.

I sure want to thank you.

My name is Harper,
Jess Harper.

Pleasure to meet you,
Jess.

Clay Jackson.

Clay Jackson from Kansas?

I've been there.

Yeah, I guess you have.

From the stories I heard,

there's a lot of folks
in your debt.

Well, now,
there's a lot of lawmen

that's say it's
just the other way around.

You headed for Laramie?

Oh, I might get there,
you never know.

How about riding
along with me?

Share a couple of them venison
steaks with you at the ranch.

Sure sounds good.

Thanks for the invitation.
Maybe some other time.

Something I have to do first.

All right.

It's the Sherman relay station,


The door will always
be open to you.

Sounds good.

Take care, Jess.

I'll do that.

Thanks again.

Cyrus, slow this coach down.

You slow this coach down
or I'll have your job.

I said slow down--

Drop your g*n
on the boot please.

Now climb down.

You folks inside mind
stepping down please?

You're wasting your time.

I doubt it.
Careful on
the step, ma'am.

I don't want to
use this.

So don't anyone
do anything

that you're liable
to be sorry for.

We ain't got no strong box
aboard this trip, mister.

Pay in your pocket,
right?

You're welcome to that.Well, thank you kindly,

but I don't take
from working folks.

Now if you just turn around
and raise your hands high
please.

You?

Come here.

All I got is $20 and a gold
watch, that's all.

What happened to the $2,000

you got from the bank
at Cheyenne?

A man would be a fool to carry
that much money with him.

Like they say.

A fool and his money
are soon parted.

Tell you what
I will do, though.

I'll let you keep your gold
watch and the $20.

Now you just step back
and turn around

and raise your hands.

High.

There's a money pouch
in my waist pocket.

Get it.

That $200 ain't ours.

It's borrowed.

Borrowed, ma'am?
What for?

We got to pay back
part of the bank loan

on our place, please.

No, no, no, no, Sarah,
it will be all right.

Just don't argue
with him.

Say this is
a part of a loan?

How much do you owe
all together?



I'm sorry to hear that.

Just step back and turn around
like the others,

put your hands up, we'll make
sure you're telling the truth.

Mr. Simpson
will tell you.

He runs the bank
in Laramie.

Step back, turn around,

put your hands up
like I told you.

Old man?

From now on, when you travel,

don't carry money,
you understand?

Yes, sir.

All right.
Everybody back aboard.

Hold it, mister.

You might use
a little courtesy, ladies first.

I'll have the law
get you for this.

Always a pleasure
doing business with somebody

with influence.

All right, move them out.

[ whistling ]

Jess, I'm still responsible
for this part of the stage run.

Robbery happens once,
it's bound to happen again.

I doubt it.

$2,000 jackpot like
that oughta keep

whoever did it
going for a long time.

Yeah, maybe.

If word gets out
Laramie stage is easy meat,

somebody else
might want to try it.

Best thing for us
to do is to find the g*n slick

who did it.

And I got a feeling
that just might happen.

You sound like
you know who it is.

No, I don't.

Simpson at the bank said
he got a good look at the man

and his horse.

He said
he would recognize him

even if he wasn't wearing
a mask yesterday.

You know, sounds like
somebody is trying

to copy that owl hoot
that operates down in Kansas.

What his name,
Clay something.

Jackson.
Clay Jackson.

Yeah,
that's it, Clay Jackson.

You've heard
the stories about him.

How he robs from the rich
and leaves the poor alone.

I heard he even gives money
to poor folks.

You don't believe
that Robin Hood story, do you?

Well, I'm not the only one
who believes it.

I don't know,
I guess I kind of like the idea.

Well, say it's true.

I mean, stealing's
still against the law.

Supposing he does share
with the poor.

What do you think
his reasons would be?

'Cause he likes to, I guess.

No, you're wrong.

Ensure himself
against hostile witnesses.

You know how many times
he's gone to trial?

More than a few.

And every time
the only person

who could identify him
has been his victim.

Everybody else forgets
what he looks like.

Like I said
I kind of like the idea.

Yeah, if Jesse James
was around here,

you'd want to shake his hand.

Two different men
altogether.

Look, Slim, lot of decent folks
respect Jackson.

I can't say as I blame 'em.

Yeah, yeah, he did have
a pretty good w*r record.

It's better than
just pretty good.

Decorated twice
for bravery.

Second time at
Chickamauga.

But, Jess,

you know, winning medals
in a w*r is one thing,

stealing's another.

This was a fool conversation
anyway.

Clay Jackson
is down in Kansas

where he's got
a lot of friends.

This is too far north.

I saw him 2 days ago.

You what?

I told you
about that stranger

that gave me a hand
with those young Sioux.

Yeah, but you didn't say
it was Jackson.

I didn't?

I guess
it must have slipped my mind.

You mean, you knew
he was around here

and you didn't tell me?

Slim, he didn't do anything
except maybe save my life.

Now I ain't about
to run to the law

about the man who done me
a favor like that,

even if it was
Jesse James himself.

I don't think
you would either.

Gentlemen,
I'll call every hand left out.

Ben,
you've got two tens.

There are three
eights there.

Matt,
you got a bust hand.

And, Charlie,
you bet your last dollar

on those three queens.

But you lose
to my three aces.

I could handle cards like that,
I'd retire in 6 months.

And you gave it up
to wear that deputy's
badge, Russ?

Well, I had my choice
of the cards or a good woman.

I chose the woman.

So now he's got a ring
in his nose.

But a mighty soft hand
holds that ring.

I'll deal you
out, Russ.

Bartender,
give me a cold
schooner of beer.

Make that two.

Heat sure gives
a man a thirst, doesn't it?

It does do that, son.

It parches a body
clear through to the marrow.

You're new to Laramie.

Just passing through.

I knew you had to be new.

Not many who'd
stand me a drink.

Two more of the same
if you please.

Can't tell
which felt the best,

downin' that first one,

or ordering the second one
by myself.

Well, howdy there, Slim.

What brings you to town
on a scorcher like this?

Stage line business,
Willy.

And it's a long, hot ride,
I'll tell you that.

Let me buy you a beer.

No, no, sir.

I'll buy you one.

Oh, no.

Now, don't you
fret me, son.

You bought me more
than a few.

Pete, a beer for my good
friend here, Mr. Sherman.

And make sure it's cold.

I thank you, Willy.

My pleasure.

You know,
I feel almost good

enough to try
breakin' my record.

What record is that?

Well, for 5 years,

I've been trying to get
one of them high steppers

to dance with me.

And for 5 years
they've been saying no.

This just might be it.

Mr. Sherman,
are you the same Sherman

that's tied
to the relay station?

Sure am.
It's on my ranch.

How were
the venison steaks?

It was fine.

There's only man
that could ask that question

outside of me and Jess.

You must be Clay Jackson.

Right as rain.

I don't try to keep it
much of a secret.

There's only one thing wrong.

I don't happen to be
one of your admirers.

That's putting it
plain enough.

I guess
I do owe you something

for bailing Jess
out of the hole.

So why don't you just ride
and we'll forget about it.

I don't know what you've got
against me, Mr. Sherman.

No sense
bringing trouble for yourself.

That's him,
that's the one.

You are sure now,
Mr. Simpson.

Of course, I'm sure.

What's your name,
mister?

Jackson, sheriff.
Clay Jackson.

I'd recognize
that voice anywhere

and those clothes
and the horse outside.

You're under arrest,
mister.

On what charge?

Stagecoach robbery,
day before yesterday.

That's a packet
of hogwash.

He was with me.

You were sleeping off
a toot in jail, Willy.

Thank you, Willy.

SHERIFF: Let's go.

Sheriff, you're not going
to take this man's word

for everything, are you?

There will be a trial.

There were other folks
on that stagecoach.

Sure.

I guess there would be.

You say the outlaw's face
was covered,

but you can identify him?Positively.

There he is.
I know him by his voice

I know him by his clothes,

just the way he sits there,
I know him.

And remember
I identified his horse too.

All right, Mr. Simpson.
Thank you.

I'd now like to hear
from the other passengers.

Will Mrs. Sarah Willoughby
please take the stand?

You just sit right there, Sarah,
and don't be nervous.

Thank you, Tom.

Well,
I mean Your Honor.

[ chuckling ]

Now then, you and all
the other witnesses
have been duly sworn,

so tell us what happened.

Well, Gus and I were
on our way back from Cheyenne.

We went there to borrow money
from some of my kinfolks

because we were afraid

that the bank was going to take
over our place if we didn't.

That has nothing to do
with the case

in the first place.

And in the second place
I would never have foreclosed,

you know that, Sarah.

I don't know
anything of the kind.

You had us
most scared to death

asking all the time

when we was going to
pay something on our mortgage.

Well, of course,
I was asking,

but I never have threatened,
you know that--

The court will decide
what's relevant and what's not.

Come on, Sarah.

Tell your story
in any way that's easiest.

Anyway we got some money.

On the way back
a man stopped the stagecoach

and made us all get out.

He was very polite.

Would you recognize this man
again if you saw him?

Why, I don't rightly know.

He had his face
all covered up.

Well, was there anything else
about him

that you might remember?

His horse maybe,
or his clothes?

No.

I was pretty scared.

Well, did he hurt you
or threaten you in any way?

No, I was scared
about losing the money.

But he didn't take any of it,
Tom, not a penny of it.

As a matter of fact he...

Well, that's all, Tom.

He didn't take
any money from us.

None from the driver.

Just from poor Mr. Simpson.

All right, Sarah.

I want you to take
a good look at the prisoner.

Could you identify him
positively

as the man who held up
the stagecoach?

No, I can't, Tom.

I just can't.

TOM: All right, Sarah.
Thank you.

Will August Willoughby
please take the stand?

Have you anything you can add
to what your wife just told us?

Not a thing,
Your Honor.

Except that maybe
I got a better look at him

than she did.

Can you identify him?

I could tell better
if he'd stand up.

No.

Too tall by at least a head.

TOM: Are you sure?

AUGUST: Yes, sir.

Man couldn't have growed
six to eight inches

in just 24 hours.

And I told him we didn't have
a strong box aboard this trip.

All the money I had
was the pay in my pocket

and he was welcome to that.

Didn't take it though.

Said he didn't take
from working folks.

Did you get
a good look at him?

Oh, good as anybody.

Of course had his face hid,

outside of that
he didn't look any different

than any other saddle tr*mp
drifting through.

I want you to take
a good look at the prisoner.

Do you think
that he's the man

who held up your stagecoach?

He sure don't look like
no saddle tr*mp to me.

[ laughter ]

Just a moment, Mr. Bates.

Court hasn't dismissed
the witness yet.

In this country

a man is innocent
till he's proved guilty.

If he's guilty,
he's punished

even though
he's been decorated for bravery.

Clay Jackson has done
some good things,

we all know that.

But now he's accused
of something pretty evil.

If that's true,
he must be stopped

before he does
more such things.

The court now stands to hear
from the witnesses again.

In case they might
just remember something.

All right.

Mr. Bates,
do you think that

that's the man
who held up your stagecoach?

Now just answer yes or no,

without any more clever remarks
about saddle tramps.

No, don't think so.

TOM: All right.

Since there are no witnesses

to corroborate Mr. Simpson's
identification of the suspect

the court declares this case
closed for lack of evidence.

[ gavel pounds ]

The court is adjourned.

Sheriff,
release the prisoner.

[ indistinct chattering ]

Mr. Bates, I want
to talk to you.

Sure, Slim.

How did I do?

Did you recognize
Jackson or didn't you?

Maybe I did,
but you wouldn't want me

to testify against him,
would you?

And why not?

Why not?

You know what he did
for the Willoughbys?

He put $300 extra
in the old man's money pouch.

You're fired, Bates.

Pick up your pay
at the office.

I'm fired?
You got to be kidding, Slim.

Well, there ain't hardly
anybody here at all

who want to see any bad happen
to Clay Jackson.

You better get them
to hire you then.

CLAY: You know it's strange
the number of times

I've been mistaken
for a hold-up man.

Well, that's 'cause you got
such a suspicious way
about you, Clay.

Folks just naturally
don't trust you.

Would it be suspicious
if I bought everybody a drink?

[ indistinct chattering ]

Jess, your friend Sherman
just fired me.

How come?

Well,
I guess he's sore

because I didn't testify
against Clay.

I guess maybe he thinks
a man's got to be a saint

to be a stagecoach driver.

Don't worry about it, Bill.
I'll talk to him.

That's all right.
Forget it.

I just leave work
for a sheep man

as work for a man go
against Clay.

Thank you, Mr. Bates.

All right.
Anytime.

My first name is Bill.

How about a drink?
Bartender.

[ indistinct chattering ]

My cookin'
all that bad?

What's the matter
with you, Slim?

You got to take everything
to personal?

Oh, Jackson is guilty
and you know it.

I don't know anything except
what I heard in court today.

So I am not looking
to doubt something.

Suppose you tell me why.

One good reason is
because maybe he saved my life.

Besides, I kind of like
the way he is.

Partly, anyhow.

You mean,
you like what you think he is,

not what he was.

You can believe this, Jess,

you and the rest that
have been hoodwinked by Jackson

may regret it
of these days.

If that's so, Slim, I am going
to have a lot of company

because there's folks
from here to Kansas

feel the same way I do.

That make it right?

Right enough
not to change my mind

until I feel
there's a reason.

Another game, Clay?

What you fellows looking for,
another donation?

Oh, your luck's
been holding.

I may sit down a little while
when the stakes get high.

Howdy.

Mind if I join you?

Not at all.

Glad to have somebody
to talk to.

I haven't seen you two
in couple of days.

Busy on the ranch,
Russ.

Hello, Jess.Clay.

How are you today,
Mr. Sherman? Deputy?

Well, I just thought
you might like to know,

the fellow who used to
work for you, Bill Bates.

He got another job in town.

Just thought
you might be interested.

It just so happens,
I'm not.

I'm sorry to have
bothered you.

Well, Jess,
about your invitation

to stop at the Sherman Ranch
for a meal.

I am not going to
hold you to it.

I have a feeling that
well, I'm not wanted.

Not by me anyway.

I'm sorry you feel that way,
Mr. Sherman.

Yeah, it kept you
awake all night.

No, it's the truth.

Most of the folks
in Laramie

feel I am free from guilt
like the judge said.

But you and the banker,
what's his name?

Simpson.

You don't seem to agree
with the court's decision.

That makes three, Jackson.

I hope
that's the badge talking,

and not you, deputy.

And I made a suggestion
before,

you ride out of town,
it still goes.

Well, I just might
take your advice

if enough folks
felt that way,

but most of the people
here in Laramie,

they've been
right friendly.

Gentlemen.

Slim, if I didn't know you
any better,

I'd say you're looking
for a fight.

I doubt if you could
find one with Jackson.

He's like the rest
of his breed-- yellow.

Unless they got
the drop on you.

Don't count on that, Russ.

And if you're thinking about
going up against him, forget it

because he handles a g*n
like we was born to it.

You got a pretty good case
of hero worship

going for you,
haven't you?

Well, you don't care who you
pick a fight with, do you?

I guess I better
take you back to the ranch

and work some of that
meanness out of you.

Now let's go.

By the time we get back there
it will be dark.

All right.

Slim,

what do you think
Jackson will do

if he found himself
stony broke?

What are you getting at,
Russ?

Without any cash
to play big man, where he'd be?

Looking for more
without working for it.

Slim,
can you lend me 20?

What for?I'd rather not say

but you'll have the money back
in the morning.

I guarantee it.

You cold-deck
somebody, Russ,

you're liable
to get your head blown off.

Badge or no badge.

Listen, I can play straight
and beat most men,
and that's a fact.

Will you lend me 20?

Yeah, I guess so.

Take it easy.

Thanks.

I've seen purt near
everything now.

Russ has taken up
gambling again

and Slim Sherman's
staking him.

Watch him, Clay,
he's an expert.

Cheating or playing?

Both.

I'll watch him.

Well, let's see
what you're so proud of.

I've never seen
anything like it.

My luck or my skill,
Jackson?

With the cards
you been holding

nobody in his right mind
could lose.

How do you know
I haven't been cold-decking you?

I've been watching you,
that's how I know.

You know something, Jackson,
you're right.

I ain't been cheating.

I don't have to.

Not against you.

Getting out of line, deputy.

Getting folks to lie for you
in court.

You want to tell me
how right that is?

Back off, Russ.

What for?

I'm not giving away
any secrets, am I?

Slim Sherman and me, we're
not the only ones on to him,

the rest of you are too,
only you think it's funny.

Big joke.

Well, let's buy
the hold-up man a drink.

I can do that, too.

Hey, bartender,

another bottle for me
and the hold-up man.

Why don't you deal...
and shut up?

You're out of line now, Jackson,
and out of character, too.

You're not talking to any little
old farmer without a g*n.

I know what I'm talking to,

but I don't know
what's talking to me.

Badge, whisky,
or a man.

There's the badge.

Now you're
four feet shorter.

I'm not going to
listen to this anymore.

Pick up your winnings
and crawl out of here.

Don't try.

What in the name of all
that's holy did he start?

I'm sorry,
really sorry.

I just wanted to wing him,
didn't have time.

You did everything
a man could to prevent it.

We all saw it.

Oh, Pete,

better turn his winnings
over to his wife.

Oh, one thing,

make sure Mr. Slim Sherman
gets his stake back.

I don't think
he'll feel so righteous

when he finds out
how this wound up.

Hello, Slim, Jess.

Sheriff.

Stage driver told me that
Russ was shot last night.

How is he?

The b*llet
went into his lungs,

he died
a couple of hours ago.

Are you going to arrest
Clay Jackson?

No grounds, Slim.

It's a clear case
of self-defense.

There were
half a dozen witnesses.

I heard talk that

I put Russ up
to starting the whole thing.

That's what
some folks are saying.

Everybody knows you lent Russ
the money to get into that game.

JESS: He asked Slim
for that money.

If he hadn't got it
from him,

he'd have borrowed it
from somebody else.

Jackson still in town?

As far as I know.

Slim...

I ain't gonna stand
for any more gunplay.

I'm not planning on
starting any.

I can't answer
for Jackson though.

Well, where do you think
you are going?

Trying to keep up with you
but you got them long--

Did you say whoa
or something?

I didn't ask you
to come along, Jess.

You're not going to
get your head blowed off

if I can help it.

This is between Jackson
and me, you know that.

And I also know
Clay is faster with a g*n

than you'll be
on your best day.

Now ease off, Slim, huh?

These folks know
you better than

to believe that foolishness
for long.

People around here
aren't real bright, Jess,
haven't you noticed?

They'll lie their fool
heads off to keep thieves

out of jail
and make heroes out of them.

See the looks
on their faces, Jess.

They think I let Russ
do all my talking
and my fighting for me.

Oh, one way or the other
they are going to
know the truth.

Well, they'll never hear
the words from a dead man.

You go up against Clay,

that's just what
you're going to be.

Hold it, Slim.

All right, if you're that set
on finding him.

Try the cantina
outside of town.

I saw his horse tied up there
when we were coming in.

Thanks, Jess,
I'll do that.

There's other towns
you can hit, Clay.

There doesn't have to be
a showdown

between you and Slim.

I like it here, Jess.

Besides how would it sound,
Clay Jackson run out of town?

Maybe better than hearing

Clay Jackson was buried
on Boot Hill.

That doesn't bother me
but if it comes down to it,

you might hear it
about your friend.

Slim just may have
some folks backing him up.

Don't have too many friends
in town after last night.

Why?

You figure
he's alone in Laramie?

No, I just figure anybody
that backs him

won't be too popular.

Popularity is one thing
I never cared too much for.

You?

Clay,
I am in your debt.

But Slim has been
like a brother to me

and he wouldn't stand
a chance against you.

You would?

Maybe you would at that.

It comes out faster
when it has to.

Like you say,
there's other towns.

I'm glad
you see it my way.

All square.

Maybe I saved your life.

Maybe you saved mine
just now.

It's possible.

I'll see you, Clay.

Good luck, Jess.

You find him?

I got a feeling
you know I didn't.

There's nothing surprising
about that.

While you were looking,
I did some too.

He checked out
about 10 minutes ago.

Of course you didn't have
anything to do with that.

I told him
you'd be coming after him,

that you wouldn't be
alone.

Who you trying to help, Jess,
him to me?

Look, Slim,

I told you, you wouldn't
stand a chance against him.

Anyway, it's finished
now he's gone.

So we can forget about him.

Well, maybe you can,
but I can't.

Now Jackson is broke again.

That means
he'll be robbing again.

Slim, listen.

Don't tell me he's a Robin Hood
because he's not.

He's a no-good thief
that will steal from anybody.

Which direction did he go?

West?Yeah.

Now you're lying for him.

If he'd have gone west
I'd have seen him.

You should take
to following people.

Well, I figure
it's part of my job.

I've been deputized to see you
don't go breaking any laws.

Like what?

Like getting yourself shot.

Does putting on that badge
change your mind about Jackson?

Nope,
just makes it legal.

Now that's the trail
to the Willoughby place.

You figure Jackson took it?Yep.

He's broke and he knows
the Willoughbys have money.

Let's go.

Now, you just sit
right down there,

it won't be much,
you understand.It will be fine, Sarah.

Well, at least
it will be filling.

Clay, do you have to go?

I reckon I do.

I just stopped
to say goodbye.

It's on account
of that sh**ting, isn't it?

Yes, ma'am.

Everybody knows
it was the deputy's fault.

That isn't the reason,
Sarah.

You see,
I just couldn't live here.

Not after having shot him.

You're a good man, Clay.

She used to say
that about me

before I took to
keeping a jug in the cellar.

I'm complimented.

You know, August,
I'm a lucky man.

I've made friends from
the Mississippi clear to here,

folks just like you.

Farmers, cowboys,
blacksmiths.

Even a lawman or two.

I didn't hear
you mention bankers.

Well, even bankers have been
kind to me in their own way.

But as a breed,
I just don't cotton to them.

Do you know something?

If folks trusted
each other more

there wouldn't be no need
for bankers.

Silliest thing
I ever heard of.

People taking
their hard-earned money

and running
to bankers with it.

That's right.[ hooves clattering ]

Man ought to keep his money

where he can put his hands on
it any time he wants.

Now you take us,
for instance...

Somebody coming?

Mr. Sherman
and his friend Harper.

What are they doing
way out here?

I suppose
they're after me.

You?
What for?

Mr. Sherman swears
he's going to k*ll me

because of what happened
with the deputy

but I don't want to
shed any more blood.

It's good we put
your horse in the barn.

Come on.

You go in here
and we'll get rid of them.

Well, howdy, Slim,
Jess.

Hello, Gus.

You lost?

Oh, not exactly, Gus.
Mind if we come in?

Got something
to talk to you about.

Sure.
Make yourselves at home.

Slim, and Jess.

Well, I do declare,
it's nice to see you.

Gus and I
just finished dinner

but I think I could scrape up
something for you boys.

No, thank you, Sarah.

Has Clay Jackson been here?

Why, no.
Is he supposed to be?

Slim Sherman, are you
still hounding that man?

I do declare--He shot the deputy
last night, Sarah.

Russ Devin, wasn't it?

Did you hear
he died this morning?

No.

I'm sorry.

He shouldn't have
provoked that fight.

It was his fault
from what we heard.

Jackson is no Robin Hood
like some folks think.

I wouldn't know
about such things.

Well, he's got no money now.

No way to live the part
he likes so well.

So he'll be
looking for some,

and he won't care
where he gets it.

I think you're wrong
about him, Slim.

But I got no time
to argue with you.

I got my chores to do.

Come again, boys.

Thank you, Sarah, Gus.

[ horses leaving ]

How'd we do, Clay?

Oh, yeah, just fine.

You folks are real friends.

Thank you.

I don't know
what's gotten into Slim lately.

Maybe, it's a case
of righteousness.

Might be a good friend
of the banker's.

Anyhow, what were we
talking about

before we were interrupted
by those two?

There's anything I hate,
it's unfinished conversation.

Banks and how we
don't trust them.

Oh, by the way,

did you two
make that mortgage payment

you were so worried about?

Not yet.

Poor Mr. Simpson
seems so upset these days

he just plum forgot
to ask for it.

And I ain't about
to remind him either.

[ Clay laughing loud ]

There are three plates
in that sink,

with knives
and forks to match.

Yeah, I saw.

I figured
Clay was in the bedroom.

With a g*n on us
all the time.

Well, now what?

Gus and Sarah
are in trouble.

It's up to us
to get 'em out.

You know, that's exactly
what my pa told me.

He says, son,
the country is changing.

Time was when all a man needed
was a horse and a g*n.

He says now a man needs
a horse, a g*n and a dollar.

Times get tight,

you can do without the horse
and the g*n,

but he says, you keep
those dollars close, boy,

and don't you forget it.

Smart man, your pa.

And I'll just bet
he kept his savings

buried in the barn,
in a brick-lined hole.

How do you know that?

Where do you think
we keep ours?

Let's go dig it up.

Clay, don't go making
jokes with g*ns.

Let's go out to the barn
and dig it up!

He's not joking, Sarah.

Well, you know
that's all the money

we got in the world.

It's more than I got.

Besides I gave you
most of it.

Move.

No, we don't dare
jump him.

Not while
he's got a g*n on them.

Now when he comes out.

A lot can happen
while we're waiting.

Let's go.

Open it.

Here it is, Clay.

Just take it and go.

We won't say a word
to nobody.

Now I worked too hard
and too long

building a legend
of Clay Jackson

to take a chance
on you folks spoiling it.

Only one way
to make sure that you won't.

Stand up.

No!

[ g*nshots ]

Slim, easy, now

Just because you were
only grazed,

don't go trying to do
everything at once.

SLIM: Well,
you finished him off, huh?

Likely I wouldn't have
without your help.

You mean he was darn near
better than both of us?

No moth made that hole,
that's for sure.

You forgot
to do the dishes.

No, I didn't forget.

I figured
maybe you'd do them.

Oh, I would, Jess, but you know,
I'm still a little shaky.

You know
what the doc said?

He said,
don't overdo it.

Yeah?

You sure been taking his advice,
if I do say so.

What do you think
about the Willoughby,

offering to pay Simpson
back the $300?

Yeah, right neighborly.

Even more so,
Mr. Simpson didn't take it.

Well, don't wait up for me.

Hey!

What are you doing
all polished up?

Well, there's a big dance
in town tonight.

But don't you worry, buddy.
You take it easy.

I'll do the dishes
when I get back.Oh, wait a minute.

Well, how come you didn't
tell me about the dance?

Well, there's
no point in it.

I mean, you been so weak
and shaky and all.

Strenuous thing
like dancing might k*ll you.

You wait here.

Hey, who's going to
do the dishes?

All right.
I'll do them when we get back.