04x07 - The Sunday School

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Honest, Nance,
it's the truth,

and that ain't all
they got in Laramie.

Why, there are stores selling
beans right out of a barrel,

and things in cans for eating,
and cream they ice.

Cream they ice?

So they say, and dresses,

them Frenchy dresses,

all cut and sewed
and made in lace.

Frenchy dresses
out here?

Yeah, and things
that goes with them,

I don't know
what you call it,

but you scoot it up a pole
and you get shade.

Glory.

We gotta go down
to Laramie, Nance,

we gotta see it.

[ g*nsh*t ]

We was just talking
about Laramie, Pa.

You was a-fixin'
to run off, I heard.

Oh, now we would
have told you.

We wouldn't do nothin'
to bring shame on us.

It ain't you
who'd fret me, honey,

you was Christian-raised;
it's him.

I don't take that kindly.

Oh, don't you now?

Well, Mr. Carson,

if you can't
take care of my girl
in Injun country,

just what are you
gonna do in the town?

There's a lot worse things
in Laramie than
a back-foot Injun.

Well, at least
you've been there, Pa.

At least you walked
in the streets

and looked
in the stores and all.

Yeah, and I had money
in my pocket,

and that's everything
in a town.

Just what have
you got, boy?

My r*fle.

Oh, you couldn't hardly get

no price at all
for that old hunk of iron.

Show him
the poster, Hobie.

Look.

Laramie Sunday sh**t.

Is this how you aim
to make your money?

Hobie is
a good shot, Pa.

With the money he'd win,
it'd give us a real fine start.

Yeah, but there's real crack
shots comes to this sh**t,

real sharpshooters,

and just how do you figure
to stand up alongside them?

Center of the "O's," Hobie.

Now don't be a fool,
Nancy, you come back here.

Go ahead, Hobie, sh**t.

There you are, Pa,
I ain't even looked at it,

I don't need to.

Oh, it could have
just been luck.

Oh, one hole
might be luck, Pa, but two?

I know my r*fle,
Mr. Tilford.

And I think I can hold
my own in Laramie.

It's our big chance, Pa.

With all that money we can buy
a bottomland farm.

Well, I--
I know you your ma will fret

and I don't reckon
I blame her.

And I don't guess I got
any real right to stop you.

Ah, don't carry on.

Now, boy,
facts is facts.

Town doings is mighty
strange to mountain folks.

If you get there,
you look up a man
named Slim Sherman

at the relay station
near Laramie.

Me and his old daddy come west
together long time ago.

Slim's a man you can trust,

you remember that.

I'll remember,
and thank you.

Now you be careful,
uncommon careful.

Laramie, I can't believe it,
Laramie.

Whoopie!

Laramie!
Laramie.

Oh.

You know,
if anybody sees us

they'll think
we're plumb crazy.

Oh, happy crazy is all,
I hope it never stops.

Me too.

Whoo-wee,
sure gonna be a crowd.

Yeah.

Just what we want.

Look at that, boss,
they're even coming down
out of the big sticks.

Look at
all those buildings.

And they got boards
to walk on.

I know, and glass
in every window.

Why, Hobie, it almost
takes my breath away.

Whoa.

Hey, Ben,
get us a room

and take care
of the r*fle, huh?

I'll see about registering.

Let's go, Yano.

We better sign up, Slim.

Oh, just a minute.

I need help with
these pies and cakes,

take them
into our church booth.

You're gonna sell them?

- I thought we were
gonna eat them.
- So did I, Daisy.

No, now I have samples
for you at home,

provided you carry them
in where they're
supposed to be.

All in one piece,
if you please.

Aunt Daisy,
can I have two pennies?

Oh, I suppose so.
What do you want them for?

For some licorice
and a pickle.

Licorice?

And a pickle?

At the same time?

No, first one,
then the other.

Thanks, Aunt Daisy.

Oh, please be careful, Jess.

Oh, Slim,
the meringue.

Well, you just sit here
and get your breath back.

I got to find the signing-up
place for that sh**t.

You won't be gone
long now, Hobie?

No longer than it'll take me
to sign my name.

Don't you go runnin' off
with any of these
city fellas now,

'cause once
they get a look at you,

they're gonna come
running like bees to honey.

Oh, Hobie.

Looks like the sh**t's gonna be
bigger than ever.

Howdy, Telly.

Yeah, I wish my shoulder felt
better, Slim.

It's like a flinch every time
I pull a trigger.

I know what you mean.

This rope burn
has been giving me fits.

I can't hardly
hold the stock.

I've been putting
liniment on it,

but it's not doing
any good.

Well, I'll just keep
my glove on.

You know, Slim,
I don't think

we're in very good shape
to win this sh**t.

Jess, you know something,
if we lose, we got
built-in excuses.

Let's sign up.

I'm sorry, son,
those are the rules.

But I didn't know.

This is all I got.

You'll be up against
some mighty slick shooters, boy,

and it might be
just as well.

Go on, sheriff,
you got a cash customer here.

Keep your
shirt on, Seton.

- Now, son--
- Seton?

I was wondering
when you was gonna
show up, Sherman.

What are you doing here?

Take it easy now.
Seton was paroled.

He wrote to me to find out

if he could come to Laramie
for our sh**t.

And you said he could?

He served his time.

He's clean,
as far as I know.

Anybody who sold r*fles

for the Indians to use
at the Fort Sanders m*ssacre

is covered with the kind
of dirt that doesn't wash off.

Slim!

It's all right, sheriff.

Sherman here feels
real personal about it

because he testified
against me at the trial.

I say, forget about it.

I think I was railroaded
into prison,

but I ain't holding
that against you, Sherman.

Oh, that's real generous
of you, Seton.

But that still doesn't change
my mind about you.

I'm kind of sorry to hear
you say that, Sherman.

I didn't come back here
to fight old enemies

or to make new friends.

I just came back to win
this year's first prize,
that's all.

What's the matter, sheriff,
can't you get rid of this yokel?

You'd better move on, son.

Are you theSlim Sherman?

Hope there ain't
more than one.

Mr. Tilford, he's gonna be
my daddy-in-law.

He said
if I needed somebody

I could trust,
I should look you up.

[ sarcastic laugh ]

He said that your pa and him
come west at the same time.

My name is Hobie Carson.

Sure, I used to hunt
with my dad up by
the Tilford place.

What can I do for you?

Well, sir, me and Nancy,

well, that's
Mr. Tilford's youngest,

we come to Laramie
for the sh**t.

And, um, well,
I ain't got enough money

to sign up for it and I...

You sure you want to?

Oh, certain,
that's why I come.

Mr. Sherman, I'll pay
you back double after I win,

I really will.

A boy that believes
in luck.

No, sir,
I believe in my r*fle.

Hobie, I'd be glad to stake you.

You don't have to worry
about paying me back.

Thank you.

Well, I'm glad to see you

so reckless
with your money, Sherman.

Maybe we can get
a little game before I leave.

I ain't opposed to adding
to that 1,000 I'll be winning.

When I stop being particular
who I play with,

you'll be
the first one to know.

Hold it, mister!

Whoa, wait a minute.

Just back off real easy.
You, too, Jess.

I figured there'd be
some fights today,

but not this early.

You'll have to excuse
my friend.

He just doesn't like
unfriendly things said about me.

Then you'd better hold
a hard rein on him

in this town, Seton,

or you'll both be
on your way.

I've got some cells in there,

they'll most likely be full up
before this day is over.

But there'll always be room
for anyone

who steps out of line.
Anyone.

That's all right, sheriff.

I just came to sh**t
at the targets.

Sorry, Mort.

I just remember
too many bad things

about that sidewinder.

This is for me and him.
Hobie, sign up.

Thank you.

Forget about him, Slim.

Well, Mr. Sherman,
excuse me,

but I sure would like
you to meet Nancy Tilford.

She's sitting on the wagon
right over there.

Sure, Hobie,
be happy to.

Oh, this is my partner,
Jess Harper.

Howdy.

Pleased to meet you.

Especially since
you're so sure

you're gonna take
top money in the sh**t.

I reckon you're
puttin' me on,
Mr. Harper,

but I gotta win.

You see, Nancy and me
got our hearts set on
a bottomland farm up home,

and that prize money
is gonna buy it.

Hobie, you know,
hitting the targets

is a little different than
hunting for squirrel or ox.

Well, that's what I figured,
it should be a lot easier.

Targets won't be moving,
ain't that right?

He's the one.

And don't you forget him,

but wait until I say.

Thank you, Jess,
for helping me set it up.

You bet, Mort.

Are you sure
Slim's all right?

Yeah, he'll be okay.
Daisy put him to work.

- That ought to keep him
out of trouble.
- I sure hope so.

- MAN 1: You're a liar.
- MAN 2: Don't call me no liar!

The day's not half over.

Hold it there, you two!
Hold it.

All right,
break it up.

It's all over, folks.

Relax now, go on,
have a good time.

What in the world
did you two find

to fight about
on a nice day like this?

He claims my cider
tastes like green vinegar.

You just taste it, sheriff,
alongside of mine.
You'll see I'm right.

That's a big lie,
and I can prove it.

Is that what started
all this?

I ought to throw
both of you in jail

for just plain foolishness,
but I haven't got time.

Jess, you settle this.

It's time I got over there
and closed those sign-up books.

- Now wait a minute.
- Hey, you just
taste this, Jess.

Oh, taste some of mine,
he can't make cider.

And you're a lying skunk!

All right.
Now wait a minute.

That sheriff said for you
to settle this, Jess.

Here.

Have some good cider, Jess.

Mine's better, eh?

No, it ain't.

I missed you, Rafe honey.

I thought you were
coming in yesterday.

Don't tip
our hand, Dixie.

You don't know me,
remember?

No sense getting here
too early.

I figure now the big money
is now down

to half a dozen players.

You got them
picked out, Dixie?

Yes, I know
who's been winning.

None as good as you,
even if you play it straight.

Good girl.

Sending you ahead like this
is working out real good.

I'm doing my part, Rafe.
When are you?

Dixie, you're getting
your split.

That's not what I mean.

You said we were
getting married

when things got better.

Oh, so I did, but things
aren't better enough.

We could make it here.

I win that 1,000 today,
and tonight,

I'll triple it right here
at the tables.

But the sh**t comes first,
and I aim to win it.

Where are you going, Rafe?

Up to my room.
I figured I'd relax for a while

and think about
all that money we'll win.

Don't drink
anymore, huh?

You know the trouble
it gets you in.

[ music plays ]

[ g*nshots ]

You ready to show them
how it's done?

We're
betting on you.

You got
a sure thing then.

Bring 'em in.

Targets will be scored,
gentlemen.

Next four shooters
on the line.

[ indistinct chatter ]

What's the matter?

Nothing.

It's getting
a little fuzzy.

Are you sick?

No, not exactly.

Think I got me
a little case of cideritis.

Cideritis?

Oh.

How did it go,
Mr. Sherman?

Well, not bad.
Good luck to you, Hobie.

Well, I ain't braggin',
but luck's got
nothing to do with it.

It's all right here.

Hey, Sherman,

I noticed you've been
favorin' your hand.

I hope it's not
troubling you.

I'll get by.

All right, your targets
are up, gentlemen.

Fire when ready.

Your targets are ready,
gentlemen.

It's your final round.

May the best man win.

Fire when you're ready.

I sure wish you
good shootin', Mr. Seton.

Yeah, yeah,
same to you.

Whee, that was
good shootin', boss.

Four, four...

How's the hand?

- Ah, it's all right.
- Let me see.

- It's all right, Jess.
- Let me see.

Easy.

All the mule stubborn
goats, you sure
take the cake.

Burn's busted wide open.

It's bleeding.

Oh, I thought
I could beat him.

Ladies and gentlemen,
gives me great pleasure

to announce to one and all

that this year's Sunday sh**t
here in Laramie

has been won
with a perfect score,

not one miss,

by Mr. Hobie Carson!

[ cheering ]

Aw, Hobie.

Uh, Mr. Sherman,
I've been looking
all over for Hobie.

I know he'd take kindly
to your invitation

to stay
with you folks tonight,

but I can't
find him anywhere.

Well, I wouldn't worry
too much.

He's probably over
at the saloon celebrating.

Mighty popular
man today.

Oh, I hope he ain't tryin'
to do no fancy drinkin'.

He ain't much
of a drinker.

Well, we better
go get him, Jess.

Seein' how you're such
an expert on the subject,

maybe you can help him out.

Come on, Slim.

You're about as funny
as one of Mike's sour pickles.

Don't worry, ma'am,
we'll find him.

I wouldn't blame Hobie
for celebrating if I were you.

It's quite a thing
he did today.

Yes, ma'am,
I reckon it was.

It's just that I ain't
had much of a chance

to tell him
how proud I am for him.

Well, don't you worry.

Slim and Jess
will find him for you.

Then you have the rest
of your life to tell him.

Well, uh...

honest, all I can say
is that it wasn't me,

it was this here
wonderful old r*fle.

You see, my pa
taught this here r*fle

to pick a flea off a branch
at 100 yards.

And I just can't seem
to break her of the habit.

Well, friends,

I would like
to thank everyone

who had anything to do
with this here sh**t...

especially
all of the real gents

that I was up against,

like this fella here,
Mr. Seton.

And all I can say is
that I think

we ought to drink

to a real fine shot
and a gentleman.

Mr. Seton almost
beat me today,

and well, I sure
wouldn't want to sh**t

against him very often.

To Mr. Seton.

What about it, Seton?

Slim says
you were going for a g*n.

And I told him
you couldn't have been

'cause you didn't have
one on you.

Yeah, that's right, sheriff,
as you can see.

Then what were you after?

Well, I don't know if it's
anybody's business or not,

but I wanted to give
our young sharpsh**ter

here something,
this here medal.

I won it in a sh**ting
match up in Canada.

Well, it's always
brought me good luck.

I was beaten
by a better man today.

And I wanted him to have it.

Well, I couldn't take this,
Mr. Seton.

Ah, I won't take it back, boy.

Well, I sure do thank you,
I-- I sure do.

You better come
over to the office, Slim.

Now hold on, sheriff.

I suppose Sherman meant well
for the boy's sake.

Well, I won't press charges.

You're making it
look awful good, Seton,

but I don't need
your favors.

Don't push your luck.
Now come on.

You shouldn't be
in here, Nancy.

I gotta see Hobie.

All right,
let's go see him.

I sure don't know
how I'm gonna

thank you for this,
Mr. Seton.

And it means
a great deal to me

coming from a fine sh**ter
like you.

Well, you deserve it, Hobie.

You're a better shot,
not many I can say that to.

Looks like someone
to see you, son.

Nancy, what are you--
This ain't no place for you.

We've been invited to stay
at the Sherman Ranch

on the way home, Hobie.
I think we'd better be going.

Home? Well, no, I can't
go now, I can't leave.

Wouldn't be
the proper thing to do.

You see, these folks is giving
this celebration for me.

Pa was right, Hobie,

town's doings
can be strange-like.

Well, now, Nancy,
I can't leave.

I won't go.

Well, what kind of a way
is that to talk?

I think I told you
as plain as I know how

that I'm not
gonna leave, that's all.

I don't need no mother hen
clucking at me now.

What's come over you, Hobie?

Nothing has come
over me, girl.

Now you go on out there
and you go with the Shermans.

- I'll come along
when I'm ready.
- When you're ready?

You heard what I said,
didn't you?

Do I have to repeat myself
all the time?

I think you heard me
right and clear the first time.

You're a big man today, Hobie.

Don't let your new friends
cut you down to size.

Sit down, Hobie.
Maybe they're just bad losers.

That's right, Mr. Carson,
you're a top man around here.

You can have things
any way you want.

I'm not blaming you, Slim,
for what happened,

but maybe you'd better
stay clear of Seton.

I'd like to say I'm sorry
for what I did, Mort,

but it'd just be a lie.

Let's forget
all about it.

Go on home
and cool off some.

- Good night, folks.
- Good night.

- Good night, sheriff.
- So long, Mort.

- Good night, Mort.
- Bye-bye.

Well, it's been quite a day.

Yeah, we better get going
before something else happens.

Good idea.

Mike, you need to...

No, Aunt Daisy.

We're ready.

Come on.

Ain't she a beaut?

Well, let's drink up, gents.

Dixie, I want to thank you.

I figure
you got the derringer.

I told you
what drink does to you.

It won't happen again.

Hey...

why are you
buttering up that kid?

You got something in mind?

You mean you haven't?

Well, I figure
it goes like this.

You teach him
how to win at poker.

I'll let him.
And then we clean him out,

including that 1,000
he won today.

One thing's sure,

if we don't take this hayseed,
somebody else will.

How do I ever get along
without you, Dixie?

You seem
to figure out ways.

If we pull this off...

you'll be Mrs. Rafe Seton
before you know it.

I'm counting on that.

Don't spoil it, Rafe,
with too much whisky

or anything to do
with Sherman.

You worry too much, Dixie.

I can handle them both.

And young Hobie here is just
the bait I've been looking for.

Only two or three
more of these stakes to drive,

if I last that long.

Too bad Jess isn't here
to help you.

Yeah. If I know him,
he'll be training

like a mountain lion
all day.

At least till I get
all these stakes driven in.

[ wagon approaching ]

Slim, look.

Those duds
he's wearing looks like

they just came out
of a circus trunk.

[ horse neighing ]

- How-do, gents.
- Howdy.

Will the womenfolk
be to home?

Inside.

Well, go on
and open it, Nancy.

I sure hope
you're gonna like it.

Well, these flowers are for you,
Mrs. Cooper,

'cause you've been
so nice to us.

For me?

Well, they ain't picked,
they're bought.

Oh, they're beautiful,
Hobie.

- Thank you.
- Welcome.

I'll put them in water
right away.

You're gonna
like that, Nancy.

Things sure is goin' apace
in town, Mr. Sherman.

Why, the newspapers
got it all about me

being Laramie's
new Davy Crockett.

Yeah, I guess you're gonna
be famous, sure enough.

Oh, well,
I don't know about that,

but I had to buy myself
some new duds.

And you know what?

The bank wants to hire me
as a special guard.

And people are talking
all over town about--
what do they call it,

exhibition shoots
all over the territory.

That's fine, Hobie,
just fine.

Hey, that Miss Dixie
sure was right.

That's a mighty
ladylike kind of dress.

Dixie?

She helped me pick it out.
Isn't it a beauty?

Oh, it certainly is, Hobie,
but I--

Well, I don't think

that it'd be too good
to do the milking in.

Milking?

And I think that if I wore it
to the square dance,

well, we just might be
asked to leave.

Oh, now hold on,
wait a minute.

We're not goin' back home,
you know.

You heard me
telling Mr. Sherman

here about how much money
I can make.

We'd be clean out of our minds
to leave now.

Hobie, now we ain't right
for this kind of life,

neither of us.

Who says we're not?

Nobody says it,
they don't have to.

I swear, girl, I don't know
what you're carrying on about.

I never felt
righter in my life.

Hobie, I know
this is none of my business,

but how much of that
prize money you got left?

Got left?
I got all of it.

Well, yeah, but your clothes
and that dress.

Hmm?
Oh, poker winnings.

Miss Dixie taught me
how to play poker.

I won most of it
from Mr. Seton.

He just keeps on losing, but he
don't seem provoked about it.

Oh, Hobie, you gamblin'
and carryin' on,
I'm ashamed of you.

Now wait a minute.
You listen to me, Nancy Tilford,

you don't seem to understand
the big chance I won

to make
something of myself.

If you don't like it,
you can just go on home alone.

Well, that's just
what I'm gonna do,

and I hope I never
see you again.

Slim, you'll have
to speak to him.

I know, Daisy.

Only I'm about half-afraid
it's too late to do him
any good.

Wow.

Mike, go feed
the chickens.

Again?

Again.

I think there's something
you ought to know.

Seton and that girl
is just settin' you up.

He's lettin' you win.

Maybe I learned
how to play good.

Oh, yeah? Wait till
they get you in
a really big game,

when you bet everything
you own,

why, Seton will come up
with the best hands
you've ever seen.

Are you trying to tell me
my friends would cheat?

I'm trying to tell you,
you've got better
than a good chance

of losing that prize money,
that farm you want,

and everything you came
into town for.

Hobie, don't make an even
bigger fool of yourself.

If you don't
think of yourself,
think of Nancy.

I ain't gonna listen
to you.

You're gonna listen to me.

Will you show some sense?

Are you gonna stop now?

All right.

Giddy-up.

Hobie, what happened?

Oh, nothing happened.

I got into a little argument
with Sherman, that's all.

And he don't look
any better than I do.

I'm sorry to hear that, son.

Say, Ben, take him up
to my room

and let him get cleaned up.

You can use
some of my clothes.

Oh, no, you don't have
to do that, Mr. Seton.

Well, I want to, Hobie.

I kind of hoped we'd play
some cards tonight.

I managed to scrape together
a little more money.

Why, sure, I--
I reckon I owe you a chance

to win some back anyway.

Come on, sharpsh**ter,
we'll get that mud off you

before it gets
so hard you can't move.

All right then.

See you around, Hobie.

All right.

I believe our chicken is
about ready to be plucked.

Tonight?

Tonight.

Are you sure
she doesn't want to eat?

I practically begged her to.

I think we better
leave her alone.

[ door opens ]

Would you like
some supper now, Nancy?

No, thank you,
Mrs. Cooper.

Mr. Sherman,

I would like
to go into town.

If that's the kind of life
Hobie wants,

then I'm just gonna
have to get used to it.

You know, Hobie might find out
that he doesn't like it much.

Well, he might be
on his way back here

right now
to pick you up.

You don't think
I'm as pretty

as those town girls,
is that it?

Of course not, Nancy.

Well, you look better.

Then I would like to go.
Please.

My place is with Hobie,

even if he's gonna be
so mule-headed stubborn.

I think you should go.

Slim will
take you into town.

I know just the thing
you need.

In my top bureau drawer,

you will find a green scarf.

It's kind of chilly
this evening.

Thank you, Mrs. Cooper.

You're not serious,
are you, Daisy?

You let her go into town
looking like that?

If you were Hobie
and saw her in that dress,

wouldn't you be
sort of shocked?

Well, I'm not Hobie
and I'm shocked anyway.

Well, don't you see?
Maybe it's the very thing

he needs to bring him
to his senses.

Well, if that doesn't do it,

I don't know what will.

Uh, I guess that's it.

I-- I just got
two of them ladies.

Ah, it's too bad, son.

They don't stick up
against my three aces.

No, I guess--
I guess they don't.

Well, you sure
had a run of luck,

didn't you, Mr. Seton?

I haven't got nothing left.

You even won
that gold medal back there.

Well, I'm sorry, Hobie,
but you wanted to play.

Guess I did.

It sure--

sure slipped away
awful fast though, didn't it?

You know, I don't--
I don't rightly know

how I'm gonna tell
Nancy about this.

Well, you better
think of something

'cause there she is.

Nancy.

What are you doing?

Well, you shouldn't be here.
You shouldn't look like that.

Isn't this what you wanted,
Hobie? You gave it to me.

Oh, no.

No, I was wrong, Nancy.
I--

Oh, I was dead wrong.

I didn't know
what I was doing to you.

Can we go home now,
Hobie?

I lost
all the money, Nancy.

We ain't got nothing
to go home with.

We got each other.

What happened?

Did you lose it
all to Seton?

You were right, Mr. Sherman,
he set me up real good.

What about it, Joe?
Was it a fair game?

As far as I could tell, Slim.

You mean
he'd cheat to beat me?

I don't know.

You'd do that to me?

And to Nancy.

You'd make fools
out of both of us?

You and...
your fancy woman
and your big talk.

Hobie.

- Your fine clothes
and your stinkin' whiskey.
- That's enough, Hobie.

You're a cheat to
take away my prize money.
You cheat, Seton.

- Sherman, you better
stop him, he's drunk.
- Put it down, Hobie.

No, anybody's gonna move,
I'm gonna tear him wide open.

All right, Mr. Seton,

I want what's mine,

and I ain't gonna be
tin-horned out of it.

Come on.

[ g*nsh*t ]

Hobie.

Hobie!

Hobie.
Oh, my dear Hobie.

He could have been stopped
some other way, Seton.

He didn't know
what he was doing.

I saw it, Yano saw it,
he tried to k*ll me, Sherman.

MORT: Slim!

Now what?

I thought this feudin'
was all over.

Everybody saw it, sheriff.

The boy's a bad loser,
he tried to k*ll me.

Yano had to stop him.

He was half crazy, Mort,

but there was
no cause for knifing.

No cause?

He was right on top of me
with that r*fle.

Well, just ask
anybody, sheriff,
they saw it.

Sheriff, he's bleeding bad.

Can't we get him
to a doctor?

Yes, we sure can, miss.

The only way we're gonna
get to the truth of this
is to have a hearing.


in my office.

I want you there, Seton,
and your friends.

And you, too, Slim.

That goes for every man
who saw what happened.

Well, let's get him
to the doc.

No, Rafe,
you can't do it.

It'll ruin
everything for us.

I didn't come here for us,
Dixie.

I wanted that prize money
and to get even with Sherman.

But they'll know
who did it.

They'll know a lot more
if I stick around

for that hearing tomorrow.

The bartender knows
we cheated.

I paid him to keep
the kid drinking.

Yeah, then
just leave now.

Not until I get Sherman.

He ruined me
at that trial.

And I spent 3 long years
in the pen.

Hearing or not, that lawman's
bound to find out

what I'm really wanted for.

So what have I got to lose?

Ben and Yano
are in the same spot.

Then let me go with you.

Ben's getting
the horses, Dixie.

You can't travel with us,
you'd slow us down.

I'll--
I'll send for you.

You're leaving me
to face the law?

Dixie, I said
I'd send for you.

You're lying!

You never meant
any of the things you said.

All right, so I didn't.
You've gotten your pay,
now keep out of my way!

No.

I figure they'll keep
the kid overnight.

Sherman's got
to come out sometime.

[ rustling ]

Well?

Good.

Take care of the horses.

Let's get ready.

Yeah, might as well
stay in town tonight

if I'm gonna make
that hearing at 8:00.

Bunk in the jail
if you want to.

You're not gonna
turn the key on me?

No, not yet, Slim.

Sherman, look out!

Come on, get up.

[ grunts ]

Hold it, Seton.

Go on, get going.

Good sh**ting,
Hobie.

You got him
in the side.

In the side?

When I was gunnin',
I was aimin' for his shoulder.

Take this one over
and lock him up.

It's all right, miss.

Well, I sure do appreciate
you lettin' us stay on here

while Hobie's shoulder
healed some.

Oh, I loved having you.

And thank you so much
for teaching me

how to make
that mountain berry jam.

Well, you're welcome.

Well, I guess
that's about everything now.

Where did
that Hobie go to?

Oh, he's inside playing cards
with Slim and Jess.

Playing cards?

Ow!
Nancy!

Oh, Nancy, stop that!

Come on, we weren't playing
for keeps, honest.

And they ain't even
married yet.

Yeah, I know.

Hey, that's too bad.

He had a good hand, too.