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My goodness alive, no. She didn't mean to do nothing after dark except reading the Bible. And out loud. Did you know harm? In any way, you have more than made up for it. Well, now, Mr. Jones, I ain't got you wild when it's all out. No, no, Jester. Now, you've got a look in your eye that spells trouble for some pretty girl, someone. Now, that is pure talk. Pure talk. That was a close call. Come on. Right in your feet, Jester. Yeah, it's in. There's nobody else around. Take a look down the alley. That's Dane Shaw. Dane. Danny, you're better. Shot me right in the back of your shirt. Must have been in the alley there. One of your men got blind dark, huh? Any idea of what it was, Danny? No, sir. None at all. I ain't got an enemy in the world. No. Yeah, no. But has anybody at all said anything lately? Had done anything that might have led to this? No. No. Didn't you see him at all? No, sir. But I did hear him say something about stone, Marshall. That's all I heard. Stone. A man's name? Could be. Anyway, that's all I heard. Maybe he thought I was somebody called Stone. I don't know. Well, I don't know. Look, Stone. Not around here, anyway. No. Do you, Danny? No, I don't. A couple of you men get him up to talk. Come on, Jester. Sit there, nice, peaceable fellow. That doesn't matter, Jane. That's what you do. You want a small coffee? Yeah, yeah. Now that he's right, Chester. He got shot by a mistake. Well, come here, so sure. Now there's half to one thing. That's the same shape and the same color as mine. Yes. And Dane and I are building up a like. We're closing up in size that somebody could possibly make a mistake, especially at night. What is it? Maybe that's dressed as hunk as me. Except for one thing. I once knew a man named Stone. You knew him? You mean he's dead? Mm-hmm. Well, but if he's dead, then it couldn't have been him. Stone had a friend called Danch. Might have been Danch. Why? However, both Calfee's town in Matagorda County it was. One day, Danch found his friend Stone hung from a live oak tree. I haven't seen Danch since that event, but I've heard that he's often sworn publicly that he's going to kill me for it. Did you? No, Chester. Probably some cattleman caught him using a straight iron and practiced a little quick justice. I wasn't even around. I don't hang people anyway. If it was Danch, he's probably still in Dutch. He'd have heard he shot the wrong man soon enough. What are you going to look for him? It's better than letting him look for me, especially seeing the way he goes about it. Well, what do you look like? In case I see him first? Ah, he's tall, friend. You've got one mark you can't miss. Maybe he's standing on his left side anyway. What's that? He had a fight somewhere. He got his ear chewed off. Well, unless he's grown another, that'll make him easy enough to spot. How much? Four and a half inches, man. All right, Chester. I'm going to make a round of the saloons. I'll be at the long branch last. Are you sure you don't want to drink, man? No, not tonight. I must be expecting trouble. Maybe. Have you heard the name Danch around here lately? Danch? No. No, I haven't. What do you look like? He's a tall man. Miss him on the ear. I don't like that a couple of nights ago. He's in here real late. That's up. You haven't seen him since? No. I could ask the other girl. Miss Dylan? Oh, call Miss King. Hello, Chester. Miss Dylan, you know that cheap moving house at the edge of town? Well, let me call the Prairie Dog's soul. Yeah, what about it? Well, sir, I went to every other place and then I tied it just on a tent and sure enough, he was there. You mean you saw him? No, he's gone. They said he rode in after dark last night Huh? We haven't been back since we took the horse with us. Oh. So maybe it wasn't him after all, huh? Yeah, maybe not, Chester. But I think I'll keep sniffing the air just the same. The next afternoon, about sundown, Dane Shaw suddenly died. He hadn't been badly hurt, but as Doc said, you never know how a man's heart will react. Anyway, Dane, a man without an enemy in the world, was dead, murdered, and in place of me. That night, I was walking down the front street thinking about it and wondering why it's the innocent that so often get hurt when... all at once, I had a feeling I was being followed. I walked on till I reached the valley and then I turned into it casually. Once out of sight, I ran halfway down it and ducked behind a rain barrel and waited a few seconds later, I knew I'd been right. Don't kill me. Don't kill me, Michael. Well, that depends on you, Mr. Nog, get up. You got my gun. I went on. You went off when you jumped me. That's all. Shut up and turn around. Yeah. The jail's right around the corner. Walk ahead of me and work carefully. I will. Sure, I will. Open the door and go right on, man. Sure. All right. Who are you? I don't know. Who are you, Mr. Nog? I'm Lee. Lee what? Bill Lee. All right, Lee, now why did you follow me down that alley with a gun in your hand? I wasn't following you, Marshall. Oh, what were you doing? Well, I was just... It was dark down there and I didn't want to take any chances. All right, Lee. Did you shoot Dane Shaw last night? No, you... Look here, Marshall. You can't drag me in here. Excuse me. Shut up. All I want out of you is one thing. The entire unit killed me. You got nothing on me, Marshall. I never heard of no Dane. All right, lock him up, Chester. Lock me up before... A lion. Now, wait a minute. I see a lead. It sure is. No, I'm... You can't put me in jail. You show him what we can do, Chester. All right? All right, Mr. Right. Through that door. Through? I see you drive to this, Marshall. I know my right. The only right you've got left is to be hung and I hope it takes place real soon. Every morning, Chester brought Lee out of his cell and I questioned him, and he admitted nothing day after day. We kept him in jail anyway and I hoped Danche would hear of it and come into town to do the job himself. But it isn't a good feeling to walk down the street and know that any minute you might get shot in the back and finally I got tired of it. I wanted to know where Danche was. You're wasting your time, Marshall. Look, for the last time, are you going to tell me where Danche is? I've told you a hundred times I don't know Danche. What do you make his deal with you? I don't know nothing about no deal. I'm an innocent man, Marshall, I don't like it out of here. I'm going to write the government about it. Tell me, Lee, how does it feel to kill a man for money? Well, don't you look at me, Marshall. Nobody paid me nothing. What about you? You'll get paid for shooting people. You'll get paid right there for it. Lee, I think I'll hit you right on the head and drag you back to your cell like this. Sure, sure. Wait a minute, Chester, let him be. No, I can't. It's obviously Lee Boy. I know, but I've got a better idea of what to do with him. What? And when I get in anywhere this way, Lee just isn't going to tell us anything. He's got his mind made up. I don't know anything I told you. So keeping him locked up isn't going to help. Turn him loose. Oh, no, now? Yeah, well, it's about time. Now, you can't do that. He'll just try to kill you again for a second. All right, go on, Lee. You're free. Get out of here. You really mean it, Marshall? You hurt me. As you're gone, take it. Don't pick it up on the bus. Oh, I know. I wouldn't try nothing more. You'd die if you did. You're not fast enough to kill me face to face. No, and I wouldn't try. Goodbye, Marshall Jester. I'm leaving. I'm taking the next train to Abbey. I'll leave. Yeah? Hey, there's one thing. What? You said I get paid for shooting people. Oh, no, Marshall, I didn't mean nothing. Now, in a way, you're right. Sometimes I have to when there's no other way out, but I won't get paid for shooting you. What? No, I figure killing you will be part pleasure and part self-defense. Well, what do you talk about, Marshall? Just that. Yeah, well, why do you want to shoot me? I don't like men of your kind. Well, Marshall, you can't... I can't let you get any farther than that boardwalk. I'd be a fool if I did. Now, you go on out the door, ladies, and I'm coming right after you. No. I'll feel a lot safer with you dead. Go on. No, I'll stay right here. And then I'll kill you right here. Thank you, um... No. I'll give you my gun. Now, Patrick, don't kill me, Marshall. Don't kill me. I'll tell you, I'll tell you anything you want. It's too late. You'll probably lie anyway. Oh, no, no, Marshall. No, I won't. You're listening to me. Gantz is down the center of each trail about 75 miles across the Sybaron, place called Waggham Bedspring. He is. He's waiting there for me. He's waiting to pay me. When I... When you kill me, is that right? I'm not going to kill you, Marshall. No, I... I guess contrast before he changes his mind, he's a pretty brave man. Sure. Sure. Take it. There you go. I told you. Now let me go now, huh? You know, thatch isn't going to like you having killed a wrong man, and me still walking around in good health, and the law wouldn't like it if I turned a murderer loose. Lock him up, Chester, and get the horses. You know the way, Lee. Waggham Bedspring's boasted a hotel with a half a dozen rooms, a restaurant, and two saloons all built out of doby. It was just a stopping point for bullwhackers and muleskinners driving their freight waggams along the Santa Fe Trail. When night came, Chester and I rode in, found a corral for our horses, and scouted the town. And then, she wasn't anywhere in sight, so I decided to begin asking the questions. Here. Same for me. Rangers, ain't he? Yeah, we're supposed to meet a friend here. Well, what's around there? I have. We can't find him. If he's in Wagg Bedspring, you can find him. This ain't a big town like Dodge and Empley. I wish there was. You know, I'd like to see Dodge sometime. That's where my friend may have gone, but maybe you saw him when he passed through here at Tall Man. One ear. Oh, that caused himself to dance. Well, sure, I know him. He was here quite a while, but he left just yesterday. He's gone to Texas, and if you're not in Dodge, that's tough. He's out of there? Well, that's what he said when he left. Yeah. All right, thanks. Sure. He's staying here long? No, not long. Here's for the beer. We'll be back soon. We'll eat good. Say, did you move in there, Miss Diller? Were you really going to eat supper again? Tested that barkeep said he'd never seen Dodge. He was there last fall. I remember his face again now. He was in Dodge. He knows who I am. The badge is here somewhere, and that barkeep's going to get word going mighty fast. Now, come on, let's get across the street. We'll follow him when he goes to tell Bancham here. He'll leave it so that he thinks we're in a restaurant. Where are you, Wendy? Yeah, if you stay out of the way. Oh, I will. I figured it right, and in a few minutes, the barkeep came out onto the street and walked down toward the edge of town. We followed some distance behind until he reached a small doby hut, and there he knocked and then disappeared inside. The hut had no windows, we could see, but I've been checked around back to make sure. He returned in a moment, and I told him to wait while I went up to the door. You're a crap, Dutch. Come out with your hands up. Bancham, you fool. I didn't mean you said you had to go. I ought to excuse you. You've got nothing to do with it. I'm getting out of here. Go, Bancham. Marshall! I'm coming out. I ain't doing all right, but don't shoot. Okay, come on. Get out. You've got a little bit more than that. I can't get out. All right, keep your hands up. Sure, sure. I'll take him. Keep an eye on him. Come on. I won't do anything. He'd take me to warn him, I thought. You're in a bad spot, Dutch. You can rot in there. I don't suppose you're giving a fight in front of anyone you just don't want, Dutch. I was in Galveston when Stone got haunted. That's a lie. That doesn't matter. I come here hired later, shoot me. You lost your nerve? A little bit of settlement in the dodger, what? Yeah, I forgot your reputation was cows. And I don't care how you die anyway. You talk big for a man who's practically buried. I'm coming out, Dylan. I'm coming out with a drum. Don't do it, Dutch. I'll have to kill you. I hang anyway, and I just must get you. I backed off around the corner of the hut and waited. Banch opened the door wide and then suddenly he sprang out a gun ready in each hand expecting to face me. He stood there for a second before he realized he'd been trapped again. And then he made his choice and started to the corner of the hut where I was. Stop him, Dutch! Okay, Chester. Did he gain? Yeah. He tried to kill you, Marshall. It was self-defense, pure self-defense. Shut up. What do we do with this, Dylan? Let him go, Chester. It's a scum. All right. Very in, mister. Eat, Pedro. Yes, sir. I'll take care of it. If I ever see you undodged, you'll go to jail. Oh, no, sir. I wouldn't come to... Come on, Chester. Let's get out of here. Repeat after me, please. What do you want when you need brand? What do you want when you need brand? Reliability. Reliability. Now, what do you get in Kellogg's all brand? What do you get in Kellogg's all brand? Reliability. Right. Hi, this is Dennis James to explain why Kellogg's way is the reliable way to get the effectiveness you want from brand with just half a cup a day. The Kellogg's all brand is the real Battle Creek formula. 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