Decision at Sundown Page #3

these drinks before we leave.

That's all right, you go right ahead.

You paid for your drink.

Otis, I think I will have that drink.

On me.

- Doc!

- Hello, Ruby.

Do me a favor. Ride with me to the church.

- Well, I wasn't planning on going.

- Please.

All right, Ruby.

I sure never expected Morley Chase

and the C-Cross boys at the wedding.

Something wrong, Barber?

Oh, no, no, no, Mr. Chase. It's just that...

Just that what?

Well, none of us figured on seeing you here,

on account of you and Tate

ain't exactly friends.

Well, why not?

I'm no different than the rest of you boys.

You know we all feel

the same about the groom.

The day's full of surprises.

What's she doing with him?

Make way for Mr. Kimbrough.

Come on, now,

make way for Mr. Kimbrough.

All right, everybody, stand aside

and make way for the bridegroom.

- Good morning, Mr. Kimbrough.

- Good morning, Zeke.

All right, folks, everybody inside.

Men, leave your guns in the vestibule.

Good morning. Good morning.

I ain't never been to no wedding,

even yours.

- You stay here.

- Oh, Bart!

Dear brethren,

we are gathered together on this...

Sheriff, we shouldn't proceed with

the ceremony with you toting a gun.

- Your gun.

- Thank you.

Dear brethren, we're gathered here

together on this glorious day

to unite Lucy Summerton

and Tate Kimbrough in holy matrimony.

Oh, friends, before I begin the ceremony,

there's a question here that has to be asked.

Is there any man here

who knows any reason

why these two dear people

should not be married?

If so, let him speak

or forever hold his peace.

- Lucy Summerton, do you take...

- Hold it!

Well, now, look here, everybody's welcome,

as long as they leave

their gun in the vestibule

and ain't got enough whiskey in them

to make them troublesome.

You said if anybody had any objection

to this wedding to speak up.

That's what I'm doing.

We're not interested, stranger.

Kimbrough, we never laid eyes

on each other before today,

and we're not strangers.

Think back to Sabine Pass

and a girl named Mary.

- I never heard of Sabine Pass.

- Lying ain't gonna help you none.

Swede, get that man out of here

so we can go on with our wedding.

Stay where you are.

You'd better leave town

if you want to stay in one piece.

I'll leave when I finish what I came for.

Well, whoever you are,

and whatever you came for,

you're not going to stop this wedding.

The name's Allison, Miss. Bart Allison.

If you marry this man,

you'll be a widow by sundown.

You, take this money down to the preacher.

Good gracious, what's this for?

Maybe I just done you out of a wedding fee,

so you can keep that money for

performing Kimbrough's funeral services.

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