No Name on the Bullet

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Chick, chick, chick.

Tobe, stop that doggone racket.

Quiet, Tobe.

How far to Lordsburg?

It's about ten miles that way.

Thank you.

Good afternoon, ma'am.

Six sacks of grain.

My horse limps. Take him over to the smithy

and tell him I'll be along in a few minutes.

Sure.

- Yes, sir? What'll it be?

- I'd like a room.

A room? We don't

get much hotel business...

around here

this time of the year.

Sign right there.

Planning to be around long?

Not long.

That'll be room number seven,

to the right at the top of the stairs.

Oh, that's a buck and a half

in advance.

I'll pay when I leave.

Okay. Forget I mentioned it.

We change sheets

on Friday, Mr. Grant.

The name is Gant. John Gant.

Did I hear right?

- Did he say-

- He said "Gant.

Him? That kid?

That's him. Sid.

- Sid!

- Yes, Mr. Reeger?

- Go tell the sheriff.

- Yes, sir.

Whoa, there, Sid.

Somebody finally catch you

waterin' the whiskey?

- Can't stop, Earl. I gotta go!

- What's the rush?

- It's Gant. John Gant. He's here!

- What do ya mean?

He just rode up.

I gotta tell the sheriff.

Gant, here?

What's he want here?

Don't you know?

Same thing he wants anywhere.

Fixed the lock. There wasn't

anything serious wrong with it.

Buck! Oh. Buck!

- He's here. He's right here in town.

- You don't say.

Who's that, Sid?

Gant! John Gant. He just

took a room at the hotel.

- He just get in?

- Just this minute.

- Well.

- "Well"? Is that all?

- You want me to cheer?

- Who's John Gant, Buck?

Well, you've got to do something

about it! Mr. Reeger said-

I don't care what Mr. Reeger said!

There's nothing I can do.

- Well, if you can't, who can?

- Who's he talkin' about?

- You mean you really don't know?

- I asked, didn't I?

- He's a killer.

- So what? We've had some pretty good ones.

- We've been able to handle them.

- No, no.

A gunman is one thing.

Gant's another.

Why, he's killed 20 or 30 men.

For money!

He just goes into a town and kills 'em!

Like that.

- He's a-Well, an assassin.

- How come he's still loose?

He prods them into it.

You know as well as I do.

You can make any man fight

if you try hard enough.

He makes them draw first...

then he kills them

in front of witnesses.

Sid, did he say how long

he was gonna stay?

No, he-he didn't say nothin'.

Buck, who do you suppose

he's after?

Oh, I don't know.

Maybe he isn't after anyone at all.

Mmm. He took a room.

He's not just passing through.

Yeah. Well, it could be anyone.

Anyone that has an enemy

that hates him enough.

Why don't you tell me

who he's after?

- What are you gonna do? Pick him up?

- On what charge?

Because he makes

Henry Reeger nervous?

Let me tell ya.

You watch some of our

respected citizens from now on.

You're gonna learn something.

And I'll tell you something else.

I've been a lawman here

for a good many years.

I can think of quite a few people

that'd like to see me dead.

Everybody steps

on somebody else's toes sometime.

You're the boss,

but if he's as bad as you say...

it's not gonna be nice

havin' him around.

I know it.

But we'll just have to

wait him out.

If I can pick him up

or run him out of town, I will.

If I can. But I can't do it

without an excuse.

We just have to wait

him out, that's all.

You gonna play or aren't ya?

Hello, Dutch.

"Dutch"? Who's Dutch?

- I don't know.

- Well, aren't you a Dutchman?

What's that got to do with it?

He wasn't talking to me.

What are you worried about, then?

What do you think?

He makes me nervous!

Well, you're not the only one.

That's all for me.

- Well, are we playin' or ain't we?

- Without me.

Me too.

Think he's after you, Henry?

What would he want with me?

I wouldn't know.

Thought maybe you would.

Could be after anyone.

What are you pushing me for, Ben?

Maybe he's after you.

Maybe you're right, Dutch.

Maybe he is.

Howdy. I'll be right with ya.

There. That your horse?

- That's right.

- That's a beautiful animal, well cared for.

You can tell a lot about a man

by examining his horse.

- I'm Luke Canfield.

- Doc! Doc!

You know who

just came into town, big as... life?

I-I'm sorry, Doc.

I-I didn't know you was busy!

- That's all right, Sid. Who came into town?

- Well-

Never mind.

I-It ain't important.

- My horse all right?

- He's fine. Just needed a shoe.

- You can take him now, Mister-Uh-

- Gant. He called you Doc."

- That's right.

- Hey, Luke! Gimme a hand.

- All right.

- Clear that stump for me.

My father, Asa, Mr. Gant.

- He's the blacksmith. I'm just a helper.

- Your name's Gant?

That's right. John Gant.

Howdy, Mr. Gant.

- Your son's a doctor?

- That's right.

I'm what passes for one

here in Lordsburg.

Don't let him fool you, Mr. Gant.

He's the best in the Southwest.

That boy, he'll fix you

if you're ailin'.

Or if your horse is ailin'.

I'm also the vet.

- You stayin' here in town?

- The Soledad.

I'm goin' that way. I'll walk with you,

sort of show you around.

- Have to rebuild that wall every year.

- Nothin' like workin' in a smith's, Mr. Gant...

to keep your body in trim.

Dad is a perfect example.

- You comin' home?

- No, I'll clean up first.

Mr. Gant, I'll take your horse over to the

stable. They'll take good care of it.

- That'll be fine.

- Are you ready?

It's a nice town-small enough to be

comfortable, but large enough to have a future.

You seem to like it here.

A town worth livin' in

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