Smith! Page #2

or else they get pushed around.

But why does it

always have to be you?

Why do they always come here

when their sky falls down?

Where else would they go?

All right, I'll go up to the cabin

and I'll get rid of Gabriel Jimmyboy.

You just keep my coffee hot.

All right?

- Oh, Smith?

- Yeah?

- Here.

- What's that for?

- But he's a murderer.

- Well, I'm not.

- Tots alla.

- Tots alla, yourself.

- Oh, hi, Smith.

- Hi, Vince.

Smith, have you seen an Indian named,

uh, Gabriel Jimmyboy on your place?

- Jimmy who?

- Boy. Jimmyboy.

No. What's he look like?

Looks like a blasted Indian. What else?

What's the matter with those dogs?

Can't they track Indians?

Eh... they've been trackin' all day.

They went and lost the trail

down there by Bear Creek.

Well, why don't you all go one back

to jail and kinda sleep it off, huh?

Look, Smith, somebody told the sheriff

they seen an Indian on your place.

I'm gonna ask you official: Have you

seen an Indian named Gabriel Jimmyboy?

[Smith] No... No.

Well, I think I'll just get down to

the old shack of yours and look myself.

[Smith] Hey, Vince. You got a warrant?

- This Indian murdered a man.

- Are you sure?

Well, now what do you want,

a personal affidavit?

He's an Indian, ain't he?

And he was drunk, wasn't he?

Money's gone and Sam Hardy's dead.

What else do you need?

I don't think the sheriff would

want you poking around that shack

without a search warrant.

- I don't need no warrant for no Indian!

- But you need your job.

Now don't do anything bull-headed.

You might lose it.

Hello, this place. It's me, Smith.

[gun cocking]

What's your friend holdin' a gun for?

I mean, it's only Smith.

He's scared, this place only one door.

Well, uh...yeah.

Uh... suppose we sit down here

and have a smoke, huh?

Never mind smoke. Tell him.

- Smith...

- What?

Me and Gabriel, we talk.

I tell him maybe you help,

so they don't kill him on that rope.

What kind of help, Antoine?

The sheriff, they look for Gabriel.

With them dogs.

They better not come this place.

I shoot.

Gabriel, he wants to go away.

He go with you, Smith.

Hide him in that truck.

You take him to Canada.

- What?

- It's the best way, Smith.

Oh, now wait a minute.

No, that isn't the best way.

You gotta have him turn himself in

and stand trial. That's the best way.

[speaking in Native American dialect]

No, no. You can't just run up to Canada

and hide, because they'll find ya.

- And they'll bring ya back to trial.

- [speaking in Native American dialect]

- Why do you say that?

- They kill me in that rope.

Maybe Smith right.

You go to court, Gabriel.

- No.

- You go, Gabriel. I speak for you.

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