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- Let me go!

Take your hands off me!

I've got to get to St. Louis!

- Let me go! I've got to get on that stagecoach.

- Come on. Hurry up.

Take your hands off me!

Let me go!

You fool! You'll make me

lose my job!

- Hurry up, Gil! Get 'em on out!

- Let me go!

I hope you're happy

with what you've done.

- I'm sorry I hurt your arm.

- Thanks for not breaking it.

Don't blame me, ma'am.

I'm only a hired hand here.

You'll only lose one day, ma'am.

You can go in on the stage tomorrow.

Tom, you take her things inside,

and I'll look after the mules.

Take it easy.

That's everything I own.

- What are you doing?

- I'm taking this room.

- I'm sorry. This is mine.

- Not tonight it isn't.

What are you afraid of?

Coyotes?

Yeah. The kind with boots on.

Wait a minute.

Is there someplace around here

I can take a bath?

- Yeah. The pitcher's full.

- I said bath.

Come on.

You see that?

That what?

That "what"that Sam

is pumping water into.

That's a horse trough.

Well, just don't use any soap.

The animals don't like it.

Is that where you take a bath?

- No.

- Don't you ever take a bath?

Now and again,

back in the canyon, a hot spring.

That's more like it.

Mind if I borrow this?

Well, it looks as if you already have.

You sure you know how to use it?

- I've seen them around.

- Well, here.

In that case, you might

just as well take this too.

And you'll find my towel

and my soap in my room.

Have a nice bath.

- Where's she goin'?

- Back in the canyon.

She's doing what you

ought to do once in a while: Take a bath.

Keep dry outside and wet inside.

That's what a man does in this country.

What's that?

You hear anything?

- No, I don't hear anything.

- Where's your gun?

Where do you think? She took it.

Psst.

Now, who can-who can that be?

- What are you gonna do?

- Keep a bead on him till you find out who it is.

- Are you the station keeper?

- No, I just work here.

Where's the boss?

Oh, he's around.

Just the two of you work here?

I guess you're wondering

who I am, huh?

Well, there aren't

many strangers come along.

I've been wondering about you too.

But I guess you're all right.

Deputy Sheriff Miles,

from Huntsville.

Oh.

Owens is my name.

It's all right, Sam.

You can come out now.

I hear they killed

one of my best friends, Johnny Madden.

- That's right.

- Ought to be shot down like a mad dog, that Zimmerman.

Not a doubt about it.

Trooper said he's looking for gold.

Just stand still, Todd.

Get your hands up.

Get over against that wall.

Higher.

Face it.

Now stay that way.

- Hiya, Sheriff Zimmerman.

- Keep 'em covered.

Sure, Zim.

- That everybody, boss? Just them two?

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