Blood on the Moon

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BLOOD ON THE MOON

Who's that?

Put a light on yourself.

With what?

Man, man. I didn't

know anyone was here.

- Well, I had a fire.

- I couldn't have stopped 'em if I'd seen it.

I don't think I've seen you

around here before, have I?

Nope.

- You c ome over the peaks?

- Yeah. With an outfit.

What are you doing here?

I'm waiting for you to clear out of my camp.

Then I'll gonna turn in, if I can find my blankets.

My camp just below.

Maybe you better come along.

We can make it double that far.

I guess I can do with a cup of coffee.

Hey it's me, Bart.

Who is he?

I don't know.

I was bringin' my gather down the creek when they cleaned out his camp.

So I brought him along.

You come over the peaks?

That's right.

Why didn't you come to the pass?

There's no law says a man has to stick

to a wagon road, is there?

My men caught your horse.

It's branded "Lazy J".

I don't know it.

Don't you?

Wait a minute, Cap.

Make a fellow feel right at home don't you?

All right my name is Lufton,

John Lufton.

This is Cap Willis, my foreman.

A month ago, nobody would've asked you any questions.

It's different now.

Who are you?

Jim Garry. "Lazy J" is Texas brand.

Headed for Sun Dust?

That's right.

You know anybody there?

Nope.

Alright. I apologize for my steers.

We'll replace your outfit.

Make yourself comfortable.

Give him something to eat, Joe.

- Rotten night.

- Yeah.

Sorry we have to be so rough on you Garry,

but you're a loose rider.

We gotta watch them these days.

- Little argument over grazing land.

- Oh.

Yeah. For five years now, I've been supplying the

beef to feed the Indians here on the Reservation.

This year they've got new agent.

Fellow named Pindalest.

He's rejected my beef

and he's kicking me off the Reservation grass.

That doesn't explain about the loose riders.

No, but I haven't got any graze to move to

except what I used to claim in the Basin across the river.

And there seems to be a little difference of opinion now

as to who owns that.

Me or the homesteaders that have been drifting in.

I'm moving back.

They'll fight.

Yeah, I reckon they will.

A newcomer moved in this summer.

He's got 'em organized.

Name's Riling.

Still doesn't explain about the loose riders.

He's bringing in gun men.

Nobody can blame you for being careful.

I'm afraid you don't get it.

- Get what?

- This.

It's work for me or -

keep on riding.

And if I don't?

I'll give you a day in Sun Dust

and then you'd better drift.

Sleep on it, Garry.

Much obliged for the outfit.

Working for me Garry?

No, I guess I'll be drifting.

Well, it's your choice.

D'you mind dropping a note

at Block house with my women folk?

That's my place over in the Basin.

It's on your way.

Glad to.

Thanks.

Good luck.

Hold it! I'm riding through.

Come on out and talk.

Don't care who you kill, do you?

Maybe that'll cool you off.

- Got a note from John Lufton.

- I'm Carol Lufton.

- You're working for us now?

- No.

Bringing herd across river

at Rock Ford tonight. - Dad

Did Dad say when he was coming

down from the Reservation?

- No, ma'am.

- Thank you.

Stop right there.

You're the man that shot at me by the river.

Yeah, I guess I am.

Well I'm gonna show you how it feels.

Put that gun down, Amy.

Amy stop it! Stop it! Stop it!

Stop it! You hear?

Have you gone crazy?

- What's going on here?

- Ask him.

I was only giving him back a little

of what he gave me.

- What about it?

- She's right.

Why has Dad had to guard at the river

for a week if it isn't to keep the riders from crossing?

- What are you doing here?

- He brought a note from Dad.

Well, I tried to tell her

but she wouldn't give me a chance.

Alright you delivered the note.

Now, get out.

Well, for once you bit off

more than you can chew.

- That him?

- Yeah, what do you think?

- Hmm, maybe.

- Maybe my foot, Manker! You gotta get hit on the head with it?

- Lufton threatened to get one, didn't he?

- Well you ain't sure it's him.

I cut his sign going into Lufton's ranch this morning

and I cut it going out.

John Lufton's got a right to hire a range detective

if he wants to, Milo.

Not to watch us, he ain't.

Well, let Riling handle it.

And no shooting.

Take the third stall.

The boy'll bring you some hay.

Any idea who that fellow is?

"Lazy J" is the brand but I don't know it.

He say anything?

- He asked where he could find Tate Riling.

- Riling?

- I'll take it at the table Barney.

- Sure.

Lufton's watcher just drifted in.

- Cattle detective?

- What else?

- He asked for Riling.

- Riling?

If he's Lufton's watcher,

what d'you figure he wants with Riling?

Let's find out.

Yeah. Why not?

But how? Riling ain't here.

Sure he is.

Where?

Right here. Eh, Nels?

Well, let's wait 'til Riling gets here.

We wouldn't want to make no mistake.

Alright, Nels.

Maybe you want the law to come in here and find out what we're planning to do.

So he can go back and tell Lufton.

Alright, Milo, alright.

I'll tell Barney.

Know where I can find Tate Riling?

Back table.

Ace, Queen, Mitch.

Tate Riling?

That's me.

I'd like to talk to you.

Go ahead.

These are my friends.

I'm looking for a riding job.

Who said I was hiring riders?

I heard it.

You hear what I'm hirin' them for?

I heard that too.

Why yes.

Dumb play boys.

Stay set Army.

He's headin' for the street.

Mr. Riling, Lufton's watcher's in town.

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