Man with the Gun Page #2

declaring war on Holman.

- But now, boy...

- It's too late, Saul.

I caught his boys red-handed

today trying to set a fire.

Well, I shot them off my homesite,

and I'm gonna keep 'em off.

Saul,

step into my office a minute, will you?

- Maybe you and me...

- No, Lee, we can't.

Tell her I'm here.

- Miss...

- She's home.

You see that? That's my foot.

It's too big to close the door on.

Now, you tell her.

ltching to get into it, Clint?

Hello, Nelly.

Your girls, I understand.

And you're the girl who was brought up

to think that dancing was a sin.

I know you've come a long way, Nell,

but then it is a long way from home,

isn't it?

I thought so.

But you're still in business, I see,

so you've found it.

I might have known.

The town's rotten ripe.

Is that why you picked it?

Now I'm here on personal business.

I got your message.

Just the one question.

It's been three years.

You don't expect an answer.

It's been three years, and I do.

Leave us alone, Clint, I'm warning you.

As soon as I get my answer.

You won't from me.

Be kind just this once.

Forget us.

Ride away and let me forget

you're still alive.

Beth is five now.

Where is she?

It's almost like you could

reach out and touch the snow.

It looks like a lake I once saw up

in the Sawtooth Mountains.

You know, Jeff, I thought

of a mountain lake for our honeymoon.

Not in the Sawtooths.

No one around for hundreds of miles.

Oh?

I could always fish,

but what would you do?

Fish!

Sometimes, Jefferson Castle,

I wonder about you.

Company.

Mr. Tollinger, this is my daughter, Stella,

and this young man ain't a member

of the family yet,

but he's the next thing to it.

- Jeff Castle, who had the trouble today.

- Pleased to meet you.

What trouble? Jeff, you didn't tell...

Look, Holman tried to burn him out,

but I got an idea.

First, I have to sell it to the council

at the regular meeting Friday.

But if I can't swing it,

I'll pay you for your time.

- Clint Tollinger.

- That's my risk.

I always try to make sure

that a town needs doing,

and a town wants doing.

We need it, all right.

You figure you can tidy up a town

single-handed, Mr. Tollinger?

With a little luck, yeah.

He's been 100% lucky,

and when it adds up like that, it ain't luck.

Call it timing. I just work faster alone.

Well, then you're not a marshal.

- Or a sheriff.

- He's a town tamer.

The difference is there are no rules

on my end of the business.

Except maybe one,

never stay in one town too long.

Well, you can clean up

for the rest of the town.

I believe in doing my own fighting.

Look, that won't be necessary.

If Mr. Tollinger does the job,

it'll go fast like he says.

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